#IM NOT THIRSTY I SWEAR

[seukorei]

shirtless chuuya sketches i did for my friend ..

[thatbitchyoulivewith]

Just say your vows and put the ring on her finger already!

[sapricorn]

welcome to the milk party! we recommend our signature "ambiguous white fluid (might be milk)"

happy halloween from yours truly

[caffeinatedopossum]

People be like "you don't look autistic"

Bestie I may be wearing metaphorical shoes but I promise you underneath this, all I feel is wet socks. All the way down. My deepest emotion. Wet sock.

[hollybluberry]

"No. I only need pieces of you."

- Agent 47

[sedittedice]

GUYS I SWEAR ILL STOP ZONING OUT AND WATCHING GRAY STILL PLAYS I PROMISE ACK

[dewdrop-writes]

if anyone got my phone im going back home the jump down a cliff way like im not letting itto see my photos folders filled with hundreds of his fanart or even worse all the random pics i have of him made with kamera posing or just screenshotted mid-quest

not to mention the . . . . password-protected section

dies

PLS YEAH IM GLAD I HAVE SO LITTLE SPACE ON MY PHONE THAT THERES NO PICS OF THEM...BUT IF THEY SAW MY TUMBLR ID JOIN U OFF THE CLIFF

[eyes-of-mischief]

weekly fic recs | 23

fandoms: aftg, bnha, bsd, hq, mdzs

aftg

the icarus to your certainty by sinistercacophony

(explicit)

Andrew knows how to get what he wants. He knows how to ask, how to indicate boundaries, and how to stab someone in the gut if they choose to ignore those boundaries. That’s really all he’s ever needed. He doesn’t let men touch him. He doesn’t let people get close enough to try.

Except Neil.

Except he wants Neil. In ways he’s never wanted anyone before. Never trusted anybody before.

catoptromancy by sandersea (SHCombatalade)

Neil Josten dyes his hair the color of mud in a hotel bathroom outside of Wichita. Nathaniel Wesninski sneers at him from the mirror.

bnha

Internet Enemies by cassiopeia721

At school, Midoriya Izuku is ignored at best. At home, he's raised by a single mother who seems to be always taking night shifts, and who he communicates with almost exclusively through notes on lunch boxes and texts lying about his location. As such, Midoriya Izuku turns to the internet— or more specifically, an All Might fan server on discord— for companionship. Like most things in his life, it goes wrong eventually. It just takes longer than usual.

won't you show your moves to me by vain_flower

(explicit)

Bakugou Katsuki has been frequenting a BDSM club with little luck finding the right kind of dom.

Enter Midoriya Izuku, the kink veteran who knows just how he deserves to be treated.

bsd

The Heart of Your Murderer by full_moon_pills

“Dazai,” Ranpo interrupts. “You do the emergency surgery.”

He’d foolishly believed no one would make him do these things anymore—that he was free.

or: Dazai is forced to operate on Poe, and unwanted memories arise.

force of destiny (series) by setosdarkness

(mature)

simply put, a killer!dazai x police!chuuya, post-canon reincarnation AU ♥

hq

The Loyalty of a Traitor by DeathBelle

(explicit) (graphic depictions of violence)

Iwaizumi Hajime was an undercover officer with a single objective: Infiltrate the Seijoh Syndicate of the Yakuza and tear them down from the inside out. His primary target was the boss, Oikawa Tooru. The job itself was simple enough, until Iwaizumi got in too deep and absconded not only from the mission, but from the city itself.

Now, two years later, he’s dragged back into Tokyo’s unsavory underworld. A grisly string of murders is plaguing the city, and the culprits are most definitely Yakuza. The problem is discovering which Syndicate is responsible, and Iwaizumi – the leading expert on Yakuza affairs – is the man most suited for the job.

Despite his determination to stay away from Tokyo – and from Oikawa – Iwaizumi finds himself right back in the middle of Seijoh, and it feels a lot more like home than he’d care to admit.

and it may be foolish to fall as i do by orphan_account

(explicit)

There's a trampoline in the middle of the courtyard across from Kuroo's first class.

mdzs

falling like feathers and cherry blossoms by silversshadow

When Mo XuanYu is sent home in disgrace, the last thing he expects is to find out that he now has a younger brother.

AKA, the one where Wei Ying reincarnates as Mo Ying.

[dirtychocolatechai]

I have the weekend free so fingers crossed I can binge watch it. I'm so excited to see all the practical effects also! love them, they always look so much better than CGI, i've watched the video of the ghoul makeup application so many times lol also hypothetically, if i were to have a ghoul thot for you, should i direct it over to the ghoul thirst blog instead? xD 💜 tn

the application video is so so cool though!! lowkey i was expecting his nose to be green but im glad they used the dots instead lolol.

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

hypothetically i would be very very very blessed to receive any thots from you (as i often go back to the ones you sent before even tho im not into marvel anymore bc they’re just that good 😮‍💨) and would be happy to get them here or there~

[megamindsecretlair]

Me: I have two series to update and kinda sort of thinking starting two mini Franklin series. My brain cooperates the more I write, go figure 🤷🏽‍♀️

Also me: its Friday the 13th. I should deff get zooted and write Ghostface smut. The chokehold tiktokers with tattoos and the mask has on me is ridiculous 😭😭

[sunnygrey99]

I just want Daryl Dixon and both versions of Joel miller to tag team me like it’s an Olympic sport and I’m the trophy.

[dollgutz-posts-things]

BRO SHUICHI IS SO FINE BUT HES A BOTTOM WHAT I WOULD GIVE TO EDGE HIM TILL HE'S BEGGING AND MOANING TO CUM THEN TO FINALLY LET HIM CUM OML HE DEFINITELY WHIMPERS ISTG

[sexlapis]

i know requests are closed and im sorry but i need this so i dont forget 💖 actor!toji looking at edits on live and hes like “so yall see me like this” and the fans go wild

actor!toji on live!

okay i’ll make an exception once.

𝜗𝜚 actor!toji (x implied gn!reader)

sfw, crack, tiktok (bc that’s it’s own warning), suggestive, horny toji fans, toji has reading glasses, petnames (‘kid’) he’s a little rude but when is he not :), old man toji <3

〆(・∀・) : me after not writing abt actor toji for like a month 😊🤗

masterlists

actor toji masterlist

*

“hey, everybody,” toji said, waving to camera as if he didn’t fumble and struggle in front of his fans for the past ten minutes trying to get his phone to stand up securely. he looks cute, dressed in a navy blue hoodie with nothing underneath and his dark hair was a messy mop atop his head.

now he just sits in his chair at his dining room table, watching the viewer count rise and rise to absolutely ridiculous numbers.

“fourty thousan-fifty thou-sixty thousand?! didn’t know i had so many fans..jesus christ…”

honestly, toji had no idea what he was doing and he was a tiny bit nervous. this was his first ever “live” (something that he did not know even existed until you told him) and he had no idea how to entertain his fans or what they really wanted. but they seem pleased with him just staring at the camera in confusion and admiring his handsome face.

toji proceeds to read some of the comments in the rapid moving chat of chaos. here, starts the beginning of his own demise.

many comments are sweet, kind, praising him for his talent and acting skills, some were just spamming their country flags and names, a rare male fan is asking to see his guns collection, others asking about his upcoming projects but the majority of them are…not exactly PG in the slightest.

toji’s eyes could bulge out of damn skull at some of the explicitly and complete shamelessness of his fans. he knew they found him attractive, but this was a whole other level of depravity.

“what the fuck…” toji whispers in awe, mouth agape as his eyes scan through the chat, his eyes being fed with the most desperate and thirsty comments he has even read, “you guys are sumthin’ else…”

his one sentence just pours fuel on the, already blazing and large, fire, the chat moving so fast that is starts to lag.

“why’d i even speak..”

he actually takes time to read each comment that he can see (and stomach) and one of them catches his eye.

“watch your edits on tiktok? i have edits? what’s an edit?”

the chat blows up even more, commenters begging and begging him to watch these…edits.

“alright, alright, i’ll watch these “edits”,” toji says to the camera, before pulling out another phone, one that is clearly quite old, jagged edges and a cracked camera, a raggedy phone case and just overall not in the best condition it could be in.

“‘what is that ancient ass device’ eh? this is my main phone,” he replies to a comment, showing his phone to the camera to his fans can see, “‘s fine, works perfectly. and it’s not “ancient”. it’s actually a nokia. pft, dumbass kids.”

toji can feel himself being flamed in the chat. even more so when he pulls out his reading glasses.

“yeah, ‘m fuckin’ old. jesus.”

he squints, scrolling on his beaten up phone with his index finger, “y’know, ion even really use tiktok, i only got it so _____ can send me videos of whatever the fuck. i swear, that kid sends me a million videos per day..” toji sighs, smiling at the thought of you, “ahh, they’re just so dumb.”

toji, after a long time of searching through trial and error and directions from his fans, eventually finds the search page of tiktok.

“alright, what’d i type in then? just ‘toji’? ‘toji fushiguro’?” he looks for answers in the chat, but find himself getting frustrated at the lack of actual responses to his question. he tuts, “i’m just gonna search ‘toji fushiguro edits’ and see what happens.”

he does just that and the results are…very interesting.

right in front of his very eyes are miles and miles of edits of himself, created by his fans, their depravity exposed for him to see, some of who were probably watching him at this very moment.

“jeeeeesus christ. ‘dunno what i even expected, honestly,” he scrolls through them, audios changing constantly as he does so, his eyes wide and wondering, “i’m actually impressed…”

toji pressed on one, and he watches it, the edit flashing in the reflection of his glasses as he watches. his open mouth slowly turns into a smirk of amusement and all out disbelief, the audio of the video being something about… ‘needing someone older’?

“so you guys see me like this?” he asked, expression incredulous and he breathes out a small chuckle, “buncha little fuckin’ freaks.”

the chat seems to like that. a lot.

his chat is once again flooded with comments from hell…hell for people driven purely by lust, that is.

toji huffs, “how old is this person anyway?”

he seemingly clicks on the account and reads their username. well, almost.

“‘tojis little cu-woah!” he almost drops his phone out of his hand, jaw on the floor, “how old are you! sixteen?! toji looks to the camera, eyebrows furrowed before slamming his phone on the table and pointing at his fans through the screen, “go do your homework! and be in bed by nine. actually, no scratch that, eight! christ…sixteen years old, oh my god…”

he continues to mutter to himself, completely baffled at how some of his fans are so young and just so…out of their minds. his skin crawls at the thought of a sixteen year old liking him in such a way.

toji shivers, “god, where are your parents?” he questions and continues to search through the edits, before finding one that looks safe, innocent and PG.

he was proven wrong however, when the audio was a woman rapping about being put in full nelsons-

“okay, that’s enough!” he slams his phone down again on the table, “i’ve seen enough,” and then he reaches for the camera, not even caring about his viewers. he mutters a, “crazy fuckin’ kids” before abruptly ending his “live” and going to take a nap.

*

the next day, you have sent him over ten videos on tiktok, all of them being edits of him from the day of the live, most of them containing the clip of when he called his fans, quote, a “buncha little fuckin’ freaks” unquote.

toji sighs at them, secretly entertained that you must be watching these deviant edits of him too.

*

〆(・∀・) : no i have not forgotten abt actor toji

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[profound-poster]

remembering why its not fun to go outside during the summer. bugs.

[gowonminajxx]

— full bed.

a miguel o’ hara fic ~ 1st part here, not required.

— NSFW miguel o’ hara x fem!reader

you are mayday’s babysitter. miguel insists on drinks after mayday falls asleep and is picked up by peter. for a quick summary, it leaves you in his bed.

\\ quick A/N :: thank you guys for so much recognition recently 😭 im very new to fanfic writing, so i wasnt expecting the nice requests + messages i got. thank u as a whole

quick taglist :: @neverlandlostchild - @hachipachiwachi - @antiliqueorbs

// CWs :: extreme smut, biting, blood. p in v. extra shit at the end. just 3 words of fluff tbh,......

// other notes :: i’m latina myself ! although i am not fluent in spanish, so please correct me if anything is wrong 🎀🎀

“ cariño — honey, dear

miumiulicious 2023.

pain.

you were a little sensitive to it, but overall had a better tolerance for it than other people. obviously, mental pain hurt a lot worse than physical, but — why was the current state of physical pain you were in so pleasureful?

you had never found yourself enjoying something so much, allowing a pleasureful feeling to drive someone else wild, like an animal, as they grew based off of your whimpers. your cries, your shaking body, the tingling sharpness on your neck after dominant marks were placed on it. marks of miguel.

his inhumane fangs would dig abnormally deep into your skin, sucking every last bit of energy out of you — including your supper and sweet blood. the little soft grunts he'd add on after, combined with his aggressive, pessimistic words to you, just made you so crazy.

the mixture of both of your need for this kind of sexual intimacy drove you both insane, so psychotic miguel just couldn't get enough of you. his head had immediately lowered down, even if he didn't get enough of your red liquids from your neck.

his breath was hot against your naked folds, sending chills all over you, goosebumps appearing as teased you. his teasing was so soft, yet so dominant.

"so wet, already, huh?" a once furrowed brow raised on his face as he stared into your eyes, irises swiveling and swirling with only one feeling for how this night would go on — lust.

he dominated you by getting on top, your legs being spread out right in front of his crotch. while his thick hands caressed your face as he spoke, you couldn't make out a word he was saying, your ears almost ringing as your vision felt a little hazy. must of been the thirsty blood withdrawal he performed on you.

you shivered a little as he unzipped his pants, swearing that a cold breeze had just passed by in the room while your eyes widened at his cock size. he was so easily hard, precum already seeping as his grin grew at your shock. this would be fun.

without any explanation or communication whatsoever, he slammed his hips against you, chest leaning over yours as his head redirected to the space on the bed beside yours. his arms rested on the blankets while you couldn't rest at all, your body tensing up, shrieking as your walls clenched around his hard length. your arms instantly wrapped around his wide back, clawing into the skin.

no matter if it was start or finish, miguel's cock had kissed your cervix in all the right ways, but it was so rough, screams escaping your already opened lips. his pace quickened, already nearing his climax as you felt his cock get hard inside of you.

he whispered into your ears clearly, your blurred hearing already being forgotten about. with a low grunt mixed with a seductive whisper, he spoke.

"love my huge cock inside of you, huh? hitting you in all the right ways.." he bit his lip, breath hitching in his throat as he quickened his pounds against your clit. his balls slapped against you, creating the loudest claps you've ever heard in your life. your nails dug further into his back, a natural reaction while your body loosened up just a bit.

"scream, just for me, cariño.." he groaned, combining with your muffled expanded moans. the way his cock abused your walls so roughly just felt the best, no matter the pain level.

"m-miguel.. m' gnna'.." you murmured as his hips bucked against yours, cock sending shock waves of fluids mixed with your own screams through out your body before you orgasmed. he didn't seem to take note of the fluids covering his cock, and quickened his thrusts even further, grunting like an animal — almost loudly whimpering like he was desperate for this pretty clit of yours.

the moment absorbed everything, his breath speeding up just like yours, letting out the most boisterous groans of his life, before he finally climaxed in unison with you — your second orgasm while it was his first.

almost as if he knew this would happen, his length pulled out rapidly, his thick white fluids decorating your chest and stomach like a cake decoration. you let out your last moan, panting as you felt your body finally realize its extreme heat. you felt like you were in a pot of lava, and he could relate.

his body collapsed over yours, cock resting vertically on your clit, rubbing against it a little. sighing, he placed a kiss on your neck, licking the previous wounds as if he was still searching for blood. you winced at this, before he kissed you on your cheek. your hands still held tight onto his back, before he laid next to you like a limp stuffed animal.

"fuck.." he cursed lowly, before tensing up as you wrapped your exhausted arms around him. his eyes widened despite yours shutting calmly, cheek pressed against his rib.

you smiled as his arms shortly wrapped around your back, hugging you in close.

(?) extra ::

before you left in the morning, scrambling out of bed and rummaging through the room for your clothes, miguel had scared you.

you were walking to the kitchen, grabbing your keys and phone, looking around to check if anything, or anyone was there. normally you wouldn't expect yourself to leave so calmly after a hookup with someone who paid you to babysit a child, but you did so, no words mentioned to yourself.

when you turned around, miguel had been standing right behind you the whole time, like an eagle. you were frightened at this, yelping as you stepped backwards into the counter, back slamming into it.

"it's just me, y/n." his eyes blinked like a frog, so groggily yet you still stared into his dark brown circles.

"oh." you murmured, before rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly, and without another word he handed a small paper to you.

the paycheck, you thought. what was he even paying me for if he had done all those things with me last night?

you nodded respectfully, not peeping a word as you opened the door to exit his place. you took not even one step foot out of the door before he gripped on your shoulder — a little too tight.

"take it as an appreciation token for last night." he said blankly, not even a wink or a smirk or whatever a pair did after sex. you hesitated to even respond, but instead just nodded like you did before.

he shut the door before waving, a soft smile widening up on his face before the click of the door. you walked out, heading out to travel back to your place, opening up the check steadily.

he had paid you 2x more than your original pay.

a token of appreciation.

A/N :: yayyyy i was so excited to write this for my friends + basically the whole taglist. hope u enjoyed my miguel o'papi writing!!!

[norrisleclercf1]

my requests are just mafia f1 drivers the more angst the better (i think im a masochist) 😊

Thank you! Stay hydrated as always love! 🩷✨️

A/N: Baby, they asked for angst and this is angsty as shit

Warnings: Death, kidnapping, Mafia

"Find her!" He roars, slamming his hands on the table. The men scatter but Charles screams loudly flipping the table.

What was supposed to be a simple trip to the store to get the ingredients for his favorite meal have turned into your purse and belongings scattered in the parking lot. He was scared, furious, and blood thirsty.

Someone has taken his wife and now he couldn't find you. "Charles, we'll find her." Someone whispers, but he shoves them off hearing a grunt and something breaking. It goes silent when Charles's phone rings with the familiar song he set for you.

Diving for the phone he sobs out in relief at you calling him. "Baby? Oh god are you okay?" He wipes his eyes feeling all strength leave his body. "Baby can't come to the phone now," A deep voice rumbles, sending that anger boiling over.

"Where is she?" Charles growls the wood of the chair splintering under his grip. "Now, now, it was so easy to take her. How sad you weren't there to protect her. She keeps crying for you, here." Charles closes his eyes, fighting off the wave of nausea.

"Charlie?" Your voice shaky, and Charles swears he can picture you. tied up somewhere, whimpering for him. "I'm here," He gasps, muffling his voice as he chokes on bile. "It's cold, and I'm wet. It's," A smacking sound fills his phone and your soft whimper, the voice growling a wake up.

"Oh god, I'm coming baby. Okay? I promise I'm coming." Charles gasps, rubbing his eyes. "We've got it." One of his men whispers, Charles storming to his Ferrari. "I'm sleepy, just want to sleep," "You might want to hurry, she's not looking to good." The voice taunts, the phone beeping.

"FUCKER!' Charles roars, the engine screaming as he slams on the gas.

The drive was taking a life time, Charles only thinking of you and being in his arms. "I'm coming," He repeats over and over almost a calming mechanism. Pulling up to the area, he sees the garage door slightly ajar. Slamming the car into park he doesn't think twice and bolts inside.

His men yell thinking someone could be in there, but in the moment, he just wants you. There you are, arms up with chains wrapped around, body limp and pale.

"Baby, I'm here. See, I promised you." Charles whimpers pulling you down. "Come on, open your eyes." He whispers the two of you sinking to the ground. "Baby, Y/n?" He runs his hands over your body, stopping when something wet and cold covers his hand. Lifting it up the moonlight shows off the blood coating his hand.

Seeing this, he grows more frantic shaking you hard as he starts to whimper. "Y/n? Come on, open your eyes." He begs, the others joining him and seeing your state back off. "Charles," "No! She's not! She can't be!" He screams, cradling your lifeless body to his on. Warmth and cold, life and death.

"No, I promised. I promised her." He whispers, burying his tear stained face in your neck.