#idk how i feel abt the lighting on this tbh

[pookachuka]

shes here to ask you about your cars extended warranty

[hightaled]

wait hello?

[unnamed-proxy]

Aaaaaaa my promotion is tomorrow help

[coridallasmultipass]

Felt cute, might deteriorate later. [He/Him]

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

imo everyone on earth should be talking about Him (don't want this showing up in the tag even though it's not a diss) but everytime i go to the tag and there's only like 3 new posts i'm like. oh yeah almost no one cares except me and like 5 other ppl on here

i ran out of tags KFHSJENNXN i don't think that's literally ever happened to me before anyways don't read them because it's just me being insane as per usual

[boyfeminism]

PUMPKIN PAIR COMPLETE

[cyberm4n]

You've now filled my head with nothing but Alastor and Lucifer brainrot. Any other sharing thoughts you have for them? (I cannot stop thinking about them, I quite literally thought about them sharing me during my entire 8hr retail shift yesterday)

alastor and lucifer sharing you pt 3!

pt1, pt2

this was highly requested, thank you all for the love <3 im tagging anyone who asked/was fine with it last time but now you can fill out this taglist form to ensure you're tagged for future posts!

tags: @lu-ferri12 @my-anime-garden @princessdreamss @polytheatrix @reaper-of-light-12 @ambi-squirrelly @hazelfoureyes @meggletoomanyfandoms @afernandez21

cw: angst ig?? idk reader is upset cause they keep fighting, general relationship issues for a moment, smut, reader gets eaten out, there's some light praise and condescension i think, alastor has a master kink, alastor discovers he LOVES eating pussy, there's like a weird sexual tension between alastor and lucifer for the majority of this if you squint, the ending is VERY suggestive

other: not 100% happy with formatting on this but i wrote majority of it on a 6 hour flight so like. you win some you lose some. not proofread that well, i kind of ramble at times too but it's fine. 2.1k word count and half of it is formatted in a headcanon cuase, again, lazy 6 hour writing. i also don't use the bolding and coloring that much cause it'd be a lot of work.

left the ending a little open, will probably do a poll tomorrow on if people want me to take this that direction.

■ okay so sex aside i would think outwardly everyone knows you're in a relationship with lucifer at the very least

■ but it's kept lowkey with the other part of the relationship

■ which both are fine with btw

■ lucifer loves pda so he's happy, alastor isn't a fan so it's whatever

■ the public part works out because alastor would genuinely be worried about someone trying to use you to get to him

■ it's bad enough that it's known the king of hell has a new partner, but nobody knowing that if they fuck with you they're fucking with the king of hell AND the radio demon is a silent advantage

■ if anyone knows, it's charlie. but only to the extent of like the fact it's a hinge relationship, everything else she doesn't know and honestly doesn't need to know

■ she's just happy her dad seems happy and is getting along better with alastor

■ i think alastor is the kind to really start caring during the relationship vs. lucifer caring about you deeply before

■ so occasionally alastor will pull you aside, or if no one is watching will just press a quick kiss on your forehead.

■ meanwhile lucifer is always making it known he's in love with you

■ arm around your shoulder, holding your hand, everything

■ again, alastor doesn't really mind unless lucifer decides to be an ass abt it

■ look they still compete with each other sometimes they can't help it

■ then it becomes a game of how much the other can get away with before you either get upset or it's too telling

■ that's the other thing is like, the competing gets really fucking annoying to you

■ we saw them in hells greatest dad it wasn't a want to be a better dad it's just wanting to out do the other

■ and when it transfers to your relationship it gets agitating fast

moving on

■ relationship side alastor isn't as involved with that

■ but if either of them did something that upset you or like there was a lovers quarrel between you and either side it's a big deal to them

■ especially if you're only upset with one half of the hinge

■ cause like, sure, they could compete with each other and purposefully drive you apart

■ but tbh.. both of them lowkey like this arrangement much more than they thought they would

■ so they end up talking to each other about it and figuring out what to do

■ same if you're upset with both

■ not that you're upset often it's just that when you are it's usually cause they crossed a line in their little competition

■ and they hate making their girl feel like a prize to be won :(

■ whatever their solution is, they do it together.

■ show you they can get along, that they both care about you enough

■ you're in your room, a bit of a blow up happened earlier after they got into one of their arguments

■ it's not that you genuinely think theyre using you to get to the other but sometimes with the way they act it's easy to doubt

■ anyways, they both come in, it's late

■ i cry when im frustrated/upset and i think it's a pretty normal reaction, so let's just say you're crying a little

■ they're both immediately at your side, apologizing profusely

■ you've never cried like this before

■ it scares them. alot.

■ for once there's absolutely no competition, the only worry is making you feel better.

■ both sitting next to you on the couch, lucifer murmuring how much he loves you, and how he knows how much alastor cares for you

■ i hate the whole "alastor doesn't understand emotions" thing because he does. he has to, he knows how to read people well.

■ it's just he hasn't ever comforted someone

■ he doesn't know what to do when someone he cares about is upset

■ so he's glad lucifer is here, as alastor just sits at your side nodding along and gently rubbing your back

■ alastor only tunes back in when lucifer offers to give some space for the night, and a little murmur from you agrees but asks they both come to bed that night

■ given its usually only lucifer who actually sleeps in the same bed as you alastor is surprised

■ but lucifer is beckoning him out for some space.

"cmon, we'll be back in an hour yeah?" he chimes from the door, and with a squeeze of your shoulder alastor is out of the door, but he opts to walk along with lucifer. "we gotta do better" lucifer sighs as he walks, not looking over at alastor. he's not accusing alastor, he seems equally disappointed in both of them.

"for her?" alastor adds, and lucifer gives a hum of agreement. "this while ordeal has been quite... stressful as of late, no?" alastor adds, "to our own faults, yes" lucifer murmurs, giving a sigh. alastor nods, and the two men walk in silence for some time, ending up in the parlor, husk far since gone to bed. "want anything?" lucifer pulls alastor back to reality once again, he's standing behind the bar while alastor had been staring off, his mind running with thoughtd of god knows what.

"whiskey, my friend?" alastor suggests, and giving it a considerate thought lucifer pours two glasses. the silence falls over them again, just the sound of the clink of their glasses on the counter.

"so tell me, how do you do it when you pleasure her?" alastor breaks the silence, lucifers eyes dart up to him. thinking for a moment before replying "i don't really think tonight is the time for that—" lucifer says, but in a gentle tone.

"no no, in the morning." alastor says, staring down at his glass. "you two indulge often in the morning, correct?" alastor says, now his eyes uncomfortably on lucifer. Watching as the other man almost pales a little, swallowing thickly.

lucifer immediately falters, giving a sigh. "look it's not— i‐ that's not her fault–" lucifer immediately starts, assuming this is a confrontation. his eyebrows raise as alastor shakes his head. "oh please, if i had problem with it i would have done something" he says, a static crackle echoing through the room. "no, i want to know how you do it when you... when it's just about her. how can i do the same?" alastor asks, and this is even more surprising to lucifer than this whole fucking idea in the first place.

■ so lucifer of course explains some stuff to him, of course it's hard because unless he's done it before it's hard to articulate some of his "moves"

■ i mean lucifer can hardly resist going down on you everytime, he's definitely experienced but it's hard to transfer that knowledge at times

■ but he's impressed alastor even asked

■ so when they return to your room, they're a lot more calmer with each other than before.

■ that night changed a lot between them tbh

■ it's slightly awkward for both of them when everyone gets settled in the bed

■ you're on your back, lucifer on your right side and alastor on the left.

■ they're both holding you to the best of their abilities

■ lucifer gives alastors hand a squeeze before shuffling it to have a better grasp on your waist

■ you all peacefully sleep through the night, not shifting much but it's pretty comfortable

■ is the morning you're mostly cuddled into alastor, which is entirely lucifers doing

■ when you're all awake though alastor gets arguably nervous

■ but you being you, you slump over onto alastors chest, murmuring some affection to him

■ lucifer gives a nod, it's time.

■ he'd honestly probably move to get out of bed, assuming some privacy is wanted

■ but he feels a shadow wrap around his forearm, it's a light pressure

■ alastor shakes his head, mouthing a small "please"

after lucifer processes for a moment what exactly is about to go down, he's okay with that. he settles back in, his eyes on the two of you as alastor tilts your chin up, pressing a kiss to your lips. "my dear, would you mind if i tried something a little different with you?" alastor chimes, and you blink your eyes open again, still a bit sleepy as you give a nod.

he gently maneuvers you on the bed so you're laying on your back, his hands pawing at your sleep shorts and pulling them to your ankles. lucifer watches, honestly a little mezmerized by the whole ordeal. he feels proud in an odd sort of way. “I think our little doe deserves a treat, would you like that?” alastor murmurs as he spreads your thighs open. You take a shaky breath before murmuring some form of agreement, maybe even a little plea.

without further prodigy, alastors finally leans down his tongue swiping down your folds, hands grasping your hips to pull you to his face. your hands go to hold lucifers, but he shakes his head tutting at you. “ah ah, that’s not very polite princess” he chides softly, guiding your hands to alastors hair.

and alastor makes good use of the tips and information lucifer gave him, his tongue plunging into your sweet little hole as his nose bumps your clit. his eyes wander up, making eye contact with you as he eats you out so wonderfully. you tug at his hair and he practically growls in pleasure, opting to change tactics and focus his mouth on your clit while his fingers slide inside you, gently curling into your sweet spot.

and lucifer watches it all, absolutely mesmerized. he doesnt know what it is about watching this but theres something about knowing alastor is doing exactly as told to in this scenario that makes lucifer feel warm. he lets alastor steal the show, doing only minimal work. maybe hes softly cooing praises or gently reminding you to show your appreciation to the one making you feel this good.

as you get close, evident by the murmur that falls past your lips, alastors eyes snap to lucifers for a moment, and he takes a moment to think before understanding. usually when youre close alastor is all over you, telling you to be such a good girl and cum, just slight praises and coaxing. given the fact hes face deep in your sweetness he cant really do that, so that job is up to lucifer now.

“isn’t alastor doing such a good job duckling? you want to make sure he knows how good hes treating you, dont you?” lucifer coos, scooting in behind you on the bed so you stop trying to writhe away. “I think he’d be so disappointed if you didnt cum for him, you think you can do that, hm? you wanna cum all over your masters tongue?” lucifer says directly in your ear, and alastor feels a bit of a warmth in his stomach by being referred to as “master”

when you give a weak moan in response lucifer sighs, shaking his head. “be a good girl now, you can do it little doe” he says which is what sends you toppling over the edge, your hips rutting up into alastors mouth, whiny moans coming from you as alastor desperately licks up your sweet release. this whole thing was quite enjoyable for alstor, but hearing lucifer call you “little doe” his petname for you made him smugly satisfied.

after some aftercare which mostly just involved more cuddling, alastor feels satiated enough to shift to leave, before getting a look from lucifer. he reluctantly stays, feeling as you come to lay at his side once more. lucifer seems to take note of something, giving alastor a nod down, he glances down, seeing the obvious tent in his pants. alastor looks back up, slightly annoyed. a like “yeah, no shit dumbass” kind of look is exchanged.

alastor looks back down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you sigh happily. but alastor tenses as he feels a hand on his knee, shooting a glare to lucifer as he traces his hand up a little. the two meet as and alastor takes a shaky breath as lucifer leans in just a little, breathing out the next few words with a calmness alastor admires:

“just keep cuddling her”

[tteokdoroki]

thinking abt how u can't ever rly get back @ gojo for anything lmao like "yeah i'll pull his hair n ride his face so hard so he can't breathe that'll show him"" but he just remains as smug as ever – MORE than ever tbh – bc u turn into a crying mess either way and suddenly it's u who can't breathe and ur bouncing on his tongue is all uneven anymore rRAHSG IDK IF THAT MAKES SENSE BUT I HATW HIM!!

while im partial to a whiny desperate satoru gojo… i agree :3

i think satoru will manipulate you into thinking you have control. he’ll let you push him about, straddle him and mess up his hair, leave marks along his neck and milky collarbones. he lets you believe he’ll fall into submission with cute little whines and hopeless whistle tone moans “please baby, please please please. do something, anything.” he’ll cry with you in his lap, bucking your hips down onto his erection.

you think… you’ll make a mess of him. ruin him. shut him up by suffocating him with good pussy and then turn satoru into a blushy mess, with angel white hair matted down to his forehead by a light sweat.

but you’re wrong.

as soon as you lower yourself onto his eager, hot mouth — you’re a goner. your entire body shudders at first contact, satoru’s tongue slippery as it slides through your slick folds to toy with your clit. to make matter worse, the white haired sorcerer can’t help but laugh (mockingly or lovingly, you can’t even tell) against your sopping cunt at the surprised gasp you let out — your resolve quick to crumble to pieces like wet sand on a beach.

blue eyes swirl with mischief, taunting you and satoru’s tongue slipping in and out of your quivering whole sets a teasing pace to match. he eats you out like a man starved and mimics your pathetically desperate expressions even from underneath you. he loves to ruin you, loves how you helplessly buck down on him, chasing the burning desire that twists in your lower tummy.

with satoru’s hands settling on the base of your spine — guiding you up and down on his squirming, thick, pink tongue…you can hardly remember your initial intention to ruin him. all you can think about his how good he feels, how good he sounds slurping on your puffy folds and how hard you’ll cum all for him :( <3

[milkpup]

✧ stoner! choso ramble thing ✧

@ solrhaf

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›› choso x f!reader drabble / thirst

‹𝟹 genres / warnings: drugs (weed)

‹𝟹 tags: au- no powers, spit kink, spitting, switch!choso, dom choso at first then he's all soft at the end WOOO,making out, smoking, swapping smoke? idk how to describe it, groping, light smut i guess?

‹𝟹 notes: thank u to my pookie @navi-n0 for the great idea :3 inspired by @comicalgrievance (read their stoner choso i am begging T_T!!!!!) idk if i'll write more, although i like stoner!choso so maybe owo but i just wanted to thirst abt him rn frfr, i like choso more as subby but tbh switch choso is pretty fire ngl LMAO

Choso was happy when he found out you smoked. He was even more thrilled when he found out you were like a fucking chimney, the only one who could match him that he’d ever met.

You both regularly had seshes together, taking turns rolling for each other or packing bowls. He thought it was cute you would use pink papers and add dried herbs, but he’d never admit it to you.

It was his turn, and you were sitting next to him as he was grinding the herb and placing it on the paper. He leaned over to kiss you, taking a momentary break to leave your mouth sloppy. “open, princess.” your lips were covered in sloppy lip gloss, and Choso admired it as he spit into your mouth. “lick it,” he says as he lifts the joint to your lips. you didn’t think it would be so hot to seal a joint this way, but your body said otherwise. “good girl,” he purrs as he pets your head. Your cheeks are flaring and your body feels like a furnace.

Choso isn’t usually dominant in general, but his aura changes sometimes, especially if he’s higher than an astronaut. It was a good change of pace, and you welcomed it.

“Ladies first,” he says as he places the joint between your lips, and sparking the lighter under it. You inhale the unbeatable taste, and you noticed Choso added some dried up flowers and herbs like you had shown him. You smiled at the thought knowing you influenced Choso.

You exhale, passing the joint to Choso and watch him take the longest and fattest hit he possibly could have. He looks like a dragon, grinning from ear to ear as he exhales out of his nose. You chuckle at the sight.

Choso’s eyes lock onto yours as he asks you a question. “Can I try something with you?” Although his question was more in the essence of a statement, he didn’t give you much of a chance to respond as he inhales a long puff from the joint and crashes his lips into yours in the next moment.

He kisses you for only a moment, as his hand locks around your neck and pulls you closer into him. He seals your lips together, exhaling and sharing the smoke. Your mouth fills with the smoke as you inhale. Choso pulls your lips apart, a string of saliva still connecting to you two.

You look over at him through the haze of the smoke, your cheeks flaring and heat pooling in your core. “My turn.” You say as he passes the joint to you.

You push Choso down on the couch beside you as you take a long drag of the joint. You’re straddling his lap as you lean down and kiss him. You bite his lip softly as you exhale smoke into his mouth. Your hands are snaking down his abdomen, and you lift his shirt up, pulling his sweats down. A blush is covering his face as you work your hands over his boxers.

“Can you do that again, please?”

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[hydrobarb]

☆ genshin men pp head canons but i slowly get more unhinged

first post lmfaoo, i’m not the best at writing, keep that in mind

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gn-ish reader, they have a hole and it is used.

warnings: shower/bath sex, rut (gorou, tighnari, zhongli), face sitting, size kink..? some r inexperienced, cockwarming, sir kink, slight voyeurism? roleplay, knifeplay n blood (childe), shibari, praise, degrading, temperature play?blowjobs, some r also touched starved, some sensitive. spelling & grammatical errors

°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

includes: kaveh, itto, thoma, gorou, aether, baizhu, alhaitham, ayato, tartaglia, cyno, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, scaramouche/wanderer, heizou, tighnari, xiao, zhongli, dottore, pantalone, capitano, dainsleif

kaveh

not too large, not too small (14.99 cm/5.9 in) nothing will convince me that he’s not submissive. his tip is probably a pretty brownish pink (#c27c89) pretty sensitive as well, could cum (#faf8ed) from just the slightest touch of your fingers. luvs being overstimmed, sometimes he has you over just to spite al haitham.. he knows al haitham can hear him, so.. let’s consider this revenge.

itto

mans huge. 20 cm (7.8 in) AT LEAST. i mean he’s a fucking oni.. tip is like a beige-pink type color (#ffa899) uhhh he probably has a prety vein going up the side of his cock (#c1b2eb) he also probably has a fucking prince albert piercing, one that vibrates maybe.. def has a size kink, he just loves seeing ur face twinge in pain when he thrusts into you, by the time he’s spilling his cum into you you’re in tears, head thrown back and scratching his back in pain.

idk abt him tho

thoma

either a soft dom or plain submissive, loves pleasing you but also loves being spoiled if he had a long day,,, idk maybe a switch tbh… around 6.8 inches, pink!! he’s pink i love pink and i love him #ff87a1 probably,,, well trimmed, i mean i can see him having an entire skincare routine, my little princess frrrr….. sensitive nipples, probably just touch starved in general. secretly likes being degraded

gorou

bark bark. 14 cm (5.5inches) he def whimpers. i want to say its pink but it’s probably more on the beige side (#e6aea3) i dont rlly have much to say abt him, he likes biting……. begs, whines and more whimpers when he’s ina rut, a cutie indeed

aether

pent up 100%, been in teyvat for god knows how many years and bro has not felt the touch of a woman since beidou’s hangout event. 7 inches exactly, pretty pink #f5a9a9, he probably whines and groans cause he’s a cutie patootie probably likes being praised

baizhu

physically cannot be rough with you he will most likely collapse. likes being beneath you, can sub but prefers being dominant (he’s the doctor, he should be caring for you.) he’s a nice size, 7.2 inches. probably has messy handwriting bc he’s lettin u suck him off under his desk/j.. anyways he’s like a pink but like?? idk #b57f83. slutty moans, he’s super loud i bet. when he’s subbing he loves geting his hair pulled

ALHAITHAMMMMMM

my man fr. i love the idea of him being submissive but i’d heavily doubt he would ever sub… anyway he’s probably into being called sir. trims when he feels like it. i want to say he’s a virgin so badly. 7.4 inches at most, i hc him as more tan than he actually is but anyways tip is brown#947e76 pretty brown tho (brown is one of my fave colors) can be rlly rough or rlly gentle, it depends. would be opposed to the idea of letting u suck him off while he’s reading but eventually lets you (he had to bookmark where he began reading so he could reread it, he was too distracted) IF HE DID SUB HE WOULD WHIE,PR AND DEFINTIELY BE LOUD ENOUGH TO BE HEARD EVEN IF YOU WORE HIS HEADPHONES (poor kaveh) sensitive nipples, whines and furrows his eyebrows when you lick them.

ayato

tease. 17.9 cm (7inches exact) now he’s definitely pink and nothing can convince me otherwise, probably a light pink too like #947e76,, like alhaitham,he can be rlly rough or rlly gentle. he breathes heavily and groans, probably into shibari and degrading…. quickies in his office, maybe cockwarming if he feels up to it

ajax

……. he’s probably into some werid shit (no offense) like knifeplay n blood,, i mean he loves sparring so much, so why not incorporate it into sexy time in some way? yk his skill? yea he holds that thing up to ur throat when hes fuckin u (if ur not into that he wont do it ofc bc he actually cares abt u) rough if he had a long day n is super impatient, but slow if he just wants to break you. he loves blowjobs most of the time he’s near fully clothed and yourcompletely naked but if u beg him enough he’ll undres,, he has scars on his chest, and freckles bc cutie… i forgot to put this but he’s probably 7-7.2 inches, #de97a7.

cyno

he’s pretty. probably into roleplay (predator/prey type thing.. personally i’m not but i feel like he is) he’s a nice size.. (6.9 inches) (funny number on purpose.) browm tip #9c7868, really pretty when he fucks u, eyebrows furrowed n biting his lip hard enough he might draw blood. also loves teasing you when he gets the chance, loves hearing you beg, you’re adorable to him.

diluc

human heater!!! hngh i need him. HE loves being called sir…. won’t admit it. he’s big but doesn’t know, bet he’s inexperienced. his tip is literally almost red, #9c7868. either a rough dom, gentle dom, or whiney sub. if u do top him, tease him whenever you get the chance and he’ll go almost as red as his hair n deny everything despite it being true. adelinde always gets a lil suspicious when u come over… but off the topic of that, he rlly enjoys doing it in the shower/bath. it’s warm (orcold), it’s wet, and he’s with you. what more could he want? you have fucked in the tavern after it closed, and you probably will not do it again. (you got a few splinters.)

kaaaaeeeya!!!

he’s like,, really cold. it’s surprising. feels good tho, for the both of you. he’s really loud as well, and despite him being louder than you he shoves his fingers in your mouth to shut you up,, maybe you’ll have to give him something to gag on. anyways he’s like around 7.1 inches, tip is a nice deep pink #ad6d78. looooves cockwarming, like literally you’re warming hiim up because his body temperature is…… quite freezy! tease, praise, degrading, all of it. dom but will sub if you edge him enough (grinding on his thigh, palming him, or just denying him of his orgasm plenty)

kazuha

he’s gentle, look me in the eyes and tell me this man could be rough with you. 5.9 inches, always making sure you’re okay before continuing. he loves hearing you moan his name, he manages to say yours as well between whimpers. you rarely have anywhere to do it other than the storage room in the crux, so sometimes you just gotta stay at the wangshu inn and pray nobody heard. no edging because he’s not mean but he does prepare you good, overstims you with permission. loves when you praise him, and he knows you love it when he praises you.

ok. scaramouche.

he is definitely a bratty sub. no words you speak can change my mind, he’s a slut. he’s so bratty until he’s in your mouth, whining, whimpering, gripping the sheets and tears forming in the corner of his eyes. he’s crying at how good it feels, how he wants to feel more of you, he’s barely able to form proper sentences after you just sucking him off, so now you wonder what he’d be like with him being deep inside you. he’s 7 inches, prety pink-beige tip as well (#f0b2a3). hairpulling is a yes. he just loves you so much, play with him some more and he bets his little puppet brain will turn into mush.

heizou!

pretty! i love the moles under his eyes aaaa…. he’s a nice size like kazuha, just a tad bit bigger (6.8), deeper pink, #d9626f. he loves teasing you so much, but he also loves being teased by you. when he’s not the dominant one he breathes heavily, some soft moans escape him. but when he is the dominant one, he’ll ensure he’s fucking you good. he’ll ask ‘does this feel nice?’ knowing it does by the way you’re almost crying on him.

tighnari!

submissive. 5.8 inches will probably bite his lip in attempt to shut himself up, but to no avail. loves when you bite his ears, they will twitch and it’s adorable. he’s just so cute. when he’s in a rut he’s so much louder. more whimpering and more of not knowing where the hell to put his hands. on your hips? your chest? your ass? fuck, he’s confused but he wants more, he wants to feel more of you. pretty light pink! #ff919e!

xiaoo

he’s inexperienced but he tries his best to be the dominant one, shaky breaths and moans escape his mouth. he tries to be gentle with you because, well, you’re a mortal and he’s an adeptus, you would be surprised how rough he can get. will make out with you while fucking you, and will happily let you sit on his face. he’s 7 inches, #e09e96. he cums super quick, 100% making sure to pull out (unless instructed to do otherwise)

ZHONGLI.

okay. he’s big. he’s a fucking archon, he’s 8 inches at LEASTT. yknow that pattern on his arm? yeah i like to think that’s on his dick too. tip is #d9b750, cause yk his arms.. he loves you, he wouldn’t want to hurt you but when you’re just begging him to be rough with you, to do whatever the hell he wants to you.. how could he resist? you’re the one asking him.. so.. he’ll let it slip this once. you don’t regret your words when the lower half of your body is hanging off of the bed, him manhandling you while the only thing you can do is bury your head into that pillow and let those pretty tears escape your eyes. he lets out literal feral moans and grunts, you think this is what he’s like when he goes into a rut, but.. ppfft, you underestimate him.

dottore my bbg

he’s probably like,, 7.4 inches? idk he looks big and i want him in me. doesn’t care for trimming himself, but does it anyway. the mask stays on. it only stays on because he doesn’t want you to see that blush on his face, he looks so vulnerable.. has you bent over on his desk to make sure you don’t see him bite his lip, he wants to be so much more vocal with you.. but he’d rather spare himself the embarrassment of letting you see that side of him. he doesn’t wanna give you something to tease him for; he’d rather be the one degrading and teasing you. oh, but trust me, when he’s submissive he can’t do shit. he tries to degrade you but that only leads to you slowing your hand down, moving your face away from his neck to stop kissing him. he chants the words ‘i’m sorry’ like a madman, so you decide to be nice and go a little faster, giving him a quick peck on the lips before he makes a mess of your hand.

pantalone

he’s pretty big as well, and he spoils you. buys you expensive toys just to make you cry. if you help him out in some way, he’ll be sure to reward you. lets you ride him, prefers you be in control. but once you’ve done it enough and he knows what you like, he’ll help you out. who would he be to deny? some sort of monster, that’s for sure. you’re perfect to him, following him around because you don’t know where you’re going. maybe if you tease him a little during a meeting with the other harbingers he’ll get rough with you afterward. that normal smile replaced by a smug look at how easily he can put you in your place.. he’ll never get enough of you.

capitano

he’s giant. like, in height and his cock. you were intimidated the first time you fucked, but with enough lube it ended up working out and you did not regret it. he was rough, your brain was dumbed down to putty, and the only thing running through it was just capitano.. the mask did stay on, yes.. but, he was still hot. maybe the next time you’d make him take it off. and you did. you saw his pretty eyes, his soft looking lips and the whole of his straight, black hair. he was a pretty guy.. he and you were both louder because you could actually see each other. (he could see you but not all that well.)

dainsleif

he’s always so unsure, tense, nervous, stuttering and just hot (temperature wise.) oh, but once you grind against him he immediately cums. he was embarrassed at how he just came in his pants because of you. he tries hiding his face but that didn’t work, you just grabbed his chin and looked him in the eye. his face was red.. he’s just too cute! all flustered, all messy and embarrassed.. all because of you. 6.8 inches, it’s def pink and i give up on hex codes.

[nevernonline]

Hello, I was wondering if I could make a request for Seventeen 🥺🥺, how would he react to seeing you breastfeed your baby in front of him?🫣

hiii nonnie!! of course <3 I'm sorry this took a second keke. I was nervous to make it feel right, thank you sm for the rec!!

I just did coups-hoshi for now so it's not too long if you want some more lmk &lt;3

SVT's reactions to you seeing you breastfeeding and taking care of your child in front of them:

choi seungcheol:

he would melt immediately!! ik this man would be the biggest softie seeing his two loves enjoying themselves.

I can picture him catching his s/o off guard while they're casually resting as he comes home excited to see the two of them 😭

would come over to them without even saying hello verbally just giving a small kiss on each of their heads to join them sitting adjacent and watching with his little smile.

obvi the queen kkuma would come to enjoy being with her now larger family. (she is the light of MY life)

kkuma and baby cheol matching hair clips, when tbh?? (why can I write all day abt dad cheol idk??)

yoon jeonghan:

would be amazed he met someone who actually wanted to raise his child. not because he didn't think anyone would, just because he knows it has to be hard staying home while he works.

he would tend HAND AND FOOT while they take care of the baby, they worked hard so he would be working his ass off making them both so so happy.

constantly found giggling and buying the baby the cutest little gifts and playing with their sylvanian families families together.

seeing his s/o breastfeeding would def not be a surprise to him!! he'd be so happy that they just feel comfortable sharing the entire experience with him.

hong jisoo:

im so sorry shua as a dad would make me melt fr??

i can't even imagine the matching daddy x baby fits.

he'd sing softly to the baby while his s/o breastfeeds

Joshua def would make their s/o a killer ass playlist for while they feed just so the baby can have a chill time during feeding and so!! his s/o constantly thinks about them while they're doing so if he's not present.

hover dad <3 but in the best way!! knows he's busy so any little chance he can have to spend with his family he takes.

would be so excited about their child's first trip on a plane, probably to visit la and introduce them to the "LA Vibes"

100% best dad and husband a person could want.

wen junhui:

absolutely has read so many parenting books to understand how much goes into the process so he is always informed and not asking you too many questions if you're stressed.

when he saw you breastfeeding for the first time, he'd definitely be intrigued not in a seggsy way just in a genuine curiosity type of way.

he'd be really clingy asking you if you need his help for anything, pumping, diaper changing, etc.

above and beyond dad type like his s/o wouldn't even know what hit him.

him trying to teach your newborn his name >>>

playing you and your baby sweet piano medley's while plastering his cute smile all over the room.

def would enjoy sharing baby food

NEVER leaving your side, but in a helpful way, he'd def drop everything to be by your side like the best partner ever???

kwon soonyoung:

he's the mom 100%

I can picture him just literally going mush over the fact he has a child?? like??

would be tactile as hell to you while you breastfed, just crawling in the chair behind you to wrap his arms around you and his child, he has to be a part of it ALL.

showing everyone photos and videos 24/7 of the family he created. like he's so PROUD!!

compares his and his s/o's baby photos to see who their child looks like more and even if it isn't him, finds the smallest comparison to his features and gives them a nickname from birth based on that.

maybe a clumsy father at times but in the most endearing way.

makes choreography to cool baby songs and shows them off while his s/o feeds their baby for entertainment.

sings really soft and sweet love songs over a baby monitor.

[rex3o]

The Eternal Enigma 3

A/N: tbh idk how to feel abt this chapter I think I rushed it a bit but I do hope you guys enjoy!

Summary: Y/n navigates the unsettling grandeur of Sukuna’s palace and the opulent but daunting royal gardens. As she contemplates her role and isolation, she encounters Sukuna’s enigmatic presence and the complexities of her position. The evening’s ballroom event unfolds with a mix of curiosity and tension, highlighting the intricacies of her relationship with Sukuna and the expectations placed upon her

also posted on ao3

>> chp1 chp2

The royal gardens of Sukuna’s palace were a strange anomaly in the otherwise bleak landscape. The fortress loomed dark and ominous, casting shadows across everything it touched. Yet here, past the deadened trees and desolate surroundings, the gardens remained alive in a way that shouldn’t have been possible.

The flowers, though muted in color, were still in bloom—faded pinks, grays, and purples adding a surreal beauty to the atmosphere. Their petals, fragile and worn, swayed in the faint breeze, as if clinging to life despite the gloom. The trees, though twisted and gnarled, stood tall, their branches arching like skeletal hands toward the sky. Shadows danced on the stone paths, and every footfall seemed to echo in the stillness.

Y/n walked slowly, her fingers brushing over the petals of the flowers, their softness a brief comfort amidst the harshness of the palace. This place, this peculiar garden, was the only spot in the entire fortress where she felt she could breathe. It wasn’t joyful, but it wasn’t suffocating either. It was a paradox, much like her existence here—caught between life and death, between freedom and captivity.

Her footsteps took her deeper into the garden until she reached the lake. The water was dark and still, reflecting the overcast sky above. She knelt by its edge, staring into the inky depths, her reflection staring back at her—a ghost of the person she once was.

What am I doing here? The thought had plagued her since her arrival, but now, more than ever, it pressed heavily on her heart. Sukuna was a monster, a demon king who had shown her cruelty and indifference, yet there was something else—something unexplainable that gnawed at her resolve. She wanted to hate him, to reject everything he stood for, yet she found herself drawn to him in a way she couldn't fully understand. Am I losing my mind?

She knelt at the lake’s edge, her fingers trailing through the cool water. The ripples distorted her reflection, and with it, her sense of self. How could she be drawn to someone who treated her like a mere object—like a pawn in his dark game? He was ruthless, manipulative, everything she despised. Yet, despite her efforts to convince herself of this, there was a small part of her that longed to know more. Was it madness? Or something darker inside her, something that responded to his power and control?

She closed her eyes, willing the confusion to fade. But the memories of his touch, his gaze, the way he carried her without a hint of concern, invaded her thoughts. She was terrified of him, yes, but there was also a dangerous allure in the way he wielded his power, the way his mere presence dominated everything around him. That pull was undeniable, and it terrified her more than anything else.

As she grappled with her emotions, she wasn’t aware of Sukuna watching her from a distance. He stood on a balcony overlooking the garden, his monstrous form a dark silhouette against the dim sky. The faint glow of his eyes followed her every movement. From his vantage point, she seemed almost ethereal against the desolate backdrop of the garden. The dying flora and eerie stillness contrasted starkly with her delicate beauty, her gown flowing around her like a whisper of vibrant color. Her profile was framed by the dim light of the setting sun, casting a soft glow that highlighted the contours of her face and the thoughtful furrow of her brow.

Despite himself, Sukuna’s gaze lingered on the grace with which she moved, the subtle sadness in her eyes stirring an unfamiliar twinge of empathy within him. He watched as she touched the surface of the lake, her reflection rippling in the water, and for a moment, the cold, imposing demon king seemed to waver, his expression softening ever so slightly.

Uraume, Sukuna’s trusted advisor, joined him on the balcony, their presence a stark contrast to Sukuna’s intimidating aura. Uraume observed Y/n with a contemplative gaze. “It isn’t so bad that she receives your attention,” Uraume remarked casually, their tone almost philosophical. “After all, she is here for a reason. She is to be your soon wife, and part of the reason you haven’t broken the curse yet.”

Sukuna’s gaze remained fixed on Y/n, though his expression remained nonchalant. “And what of it?” he responded, his tone betraying a hint of irritation. “This is hardly the time for such reflections.”

Uraume continued, undeterred. “Her presence here is a reminder of what you once were—something human, something more than just a cursed king. If there’s any hope of redemption, you’ll have to embrace that part of yourself.”

Sukuna’s eyes flickered with something unspoken, a fleeting moment of discomfort that he quickly masked with indifference. “Ensure that everything for the event tomorrow is set and ready,” he instructed Uraume, his voice dismissive. “I have other matters to attend to.”

With that, Sukuna turned and walked away, leaving Uraume to contemplate the weight of their words. The advisor remained on the balcony, watching Y/n for a moment longer before they too turned to attend to their duties.

As tomorrow evening reached Y/n stood in her quarters, the opulent room dimly lit by the flickering light of candles. She examined herself in the full-length mirror, her dress—a breathtaking creation of deep midnight blue with intricate silver embroidery—flowed elegantly around her. Despite the grandeur of the gown, she felt an unsettling self-consciousness settle over her. The anticipation of the evening gnawed at her, the echoes of whispered judgments and the weight of her father’s legacy hanging heavily in the air. Her thoughts were interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. Uraume entered, their presence a calming contrast to the tension Y/n felt. They observed her with an inscrutable expression.

“Shall we take a walk?” they suggested, sensing her inner turmoil.

They strolled through the palace corridors, their footsteps echoing softly against the stone walls. As they take their time reaching to the ballroom, Uraume began to speak. “You’re probably wondering why you’re here, and why your role is more significant than just being Sukuna’s wife.”

Y/n turned to them, curiosity piqued. “What do you mean?”

Uraume paused, choosing their words carefully. “Sukuna is driven by power, and though he wears the mask of a demon king, there is still a sliver of humanity within him. The curse binds him to this state, but your presence here is not merely to be his wife. You are a balance, a bridge between his overwhelming power and the humanity he has all but lost. Your role is to restore a semblance of balance to the palace and perhaps to his soul.”

Y/n was taken aback, her mind racing. “But why me? My father is gone, and I am no longer part of society. Who else would have taken this role?”

Uraume’s lips curved slightly. “Your father’s passing and your subsequent estrangement from society left you isolated. In the eyes of the palace and its inhabitants, you have no allies. It’s a harsh reality, but it’s one that places you in a unique position. You’re here because there is no one else.”

Y/n absorbed this, the gravity of her situation settling in. “I suppose you’re right. I’m alone.”

The weight of Uraume’s words settled heavily on Y/n as they approached the ballroom. The opulent space before her was filled with the glittering elite of the court, their laughter and conversations mingling with the soft strains of music. The sight was overwhelming, and Y/n felt a pang of self-consciousness as she noticed the way people’s eyes turned toward her. Whispers followed in the wake of her entrance, their voices laced with judgment and curiosity. She was acutely aware of her father’s actions and their lingering impact on her status.

As she walked down the grand staircase, her gaze met Sukuna’s. He was surrounded by the elite, his aura commanding attention even amidst the sea of beautiful women vying for his favor. The juxtaposition of his dark, imposing presence against the glittering crowd was striking, as Y/n felt a wave of insecurity wash over her.

The royal council, including Gojo, Geto, Nanami, and Toji, awaited Y/n’s arrival with a blend of formality, warmth, and keen interest. The room seemed to hum with an undercurrent of curiosity as she made her way down the grand staircase, her gown a vivid splash of color amid the opulent surroundings. Gojo, with his trademark smile, was the first to step forward. His presence was both commanding and approachable, a rare combination that made him instantly memorable. He greeted Y/n with a courteous nod, his eyes reflecting a genuine interest beneath their usual aloofness.

“Lady Y/n,” Gojo said, his voice smooth and engaging. “How are you adjusting to life here?” Y/n offered a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It’s… an adjustment. I wasn’t aware of how isolated I would feel.”

Gojo’s gaze remained steady, his perceptive eyes taking in the nuances of her expression. He chuckled softly, the sound a mix of amusement and empathy. “Welcome to the elite, my lady. Though, I assume you’re finding this life more to your liking than the one you left behind.”

The question, though lightly framed, was pointed. Y/n’s eyes flickered with a momentary flash of discomfort. She hesitated, her thoughts grappling with the weight of her past and present. “I prefer not to dwell on the past,” she said, her voice firm but edged with underlying tension. “I’m more concerned about the evening’s events and my role in them.”

Gojo’s expression shifted, his smile softening as he detected the strain in her words. He had a knack for reading people, and it was clear he understood that her reluctance to discuss her past was significant. “Fair enough,” he said, his tone considerate. “Let’s focus on the present, then. It’s a night for making new impressions, not reliving old ones.”

As they moved further into the crowd, Gojo’s demeanor remained both engaging and respectful, allowing Y/n to feel more at ease despite the overwhelming environment. He skillfully navigated the conversation away from her discomfort, guiding her towards a more pleasant topic and easing the tension that had initially hung in the air. The exchange left Y/n with a subtle sense of relief, a brief respite from the whirlwind of emotions and uncertainties that had defined her recent days.

As the music swelled, the ballroom was awash with shimmering light and elegant attire. Y/n was led to the center of the room by Sukuna, his commanding presence drawing every eye to them. The atmosphere was electric with anticipation, yet a palpable tension seemed to cling to the air.

Sukuna’s gaze was unwavering, his eyes fixed on Y/n with an intensity that was both captivating and unsettling. As they began to dance, their movements were a stark contrast to the refined grace of the other couples. Sukuna’s hold on her was firm, almost possessive, his touch assertive, as if he were marking his territory with each step. The dance floor seemed to shrink around them, turning their interaction into a private stage for a more dangerous game.

The music played on, its melody weaving a haunting backdrop to their dance. Sukuna leaned in, his voice low and laden with an almost predatory curiosity. “How do you find tonight?” His question, though seemingly casual, was edged with a deeper significance, a test of her fortitude.

Y/n, caught off guard by the weight of his tone, looked up at him with a mix of defiance and apprehension. “It’s… manageable. Uruame took me for a walk earlier, which helped ease some of my nerves,” she responded, her voice betraying a hint of tremor as she struggled to maintain her composure.

Sukuna’s lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile, one that held a hint of something darker. “So you understand why you’re here?” His voice carried a teasing undertone, as though he was savoring the moment and the discomfort it brought her.

Y/n hesitated, the gravity of his words pressing heavily on her. “To be your wife?” she ventured, her tone tentative, her gaze searching his face for any sign of truth.

Sukuna’s smile widened, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “to be my blessing,” he corrected smoothly. His words carried a chilling weight, as though he was reveling in the power he wielded over her, delighting in her confusion.

A shiver ran down Y/n’s spine. Her expression hardened, a flicker of frustration breaking through. “Don’t call me your blessing when you’ve treated me like dirt,” she said, her voice edged with a mix of hurt and defiance.

Sukuna’s smile remained, an inscrutable mask that barely concealed his amusement. “Dirt is what you get when you act like a brat,” he said, his tone a mixture of reprimand and dark amusement. “But I assume you like that. I feel your craving towards me.”

Y/n’s eyes widened in disbelief, struggling to maintain her composure. “What craving? I’ve tried to be civil while you have acted like a beast,” she retorted, her voice trembling with suppressed anger.

Sukuna chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that seemed to reverberate with dark pleasure. “Well, the ladies do seem to like the beast,” he said, looking down at her with an unsettling mix of condescension and predatory interest. As he spoke, Y/n felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks, her irritation mingling with an unwanted, confusing attraction.

The dance, meant to symbolize their union, had devolved into a battleground of wills and hidden agendas. The music’s rhythm, once elegant, now seemed to underscore the darker undertones of their interaction, a harsh reminder of the power dynamics at play.

Sukuna’s breath was warm against her ear as he leaned in closer, his voice a whisper filled with a cruel edge. “You’re here to help me balance this curse, whether you want to or not.” he murmured, his words seeping into her thoughts like a poisonous fog.

Y/n’s heart raced, her mind reeling from the weight of his manipulation. She was ensnared in his embrace, his presence a potent mixture of intimidation and dark allure. His control over her was palpable, his grip firm and unyielding, anchoring her to his will. The more she struggled to understand her feelings, the more she felt herself being drawn into his dangerous game.

As the music drew to a close, Sukuna brought the dance to an end with a commanding flourish. The room erupted into applause, the guests’ cheers a stark contrast to the storm raging inside Y/n. She forced a smile, trying to mask the turmoil within her. The dance had exposed a new layer of Sukuna’s manipulation, deepening the shadows of doubt and desire that now clouded her heart.

As the applause for their dance began to fade, Sukuna’s grip on Y/n’s hand remained firm, his eyes never leaving hers. The intensity of their exchange seemed to linger in the air, a tangible force that set them apart from the other guests. The ballroom, now a backdrop of muted conversations and swirling colors, felt distant and irrelevant compared to the charged space they occupied.

Y/n struggled to compose herself, her thoughts a turbulent mix of fear, frustration, and a reluctant allure. Sukuna’s presence was overwhelming, his influence nearly suffocating. She could feel the weight of his expectations, the oppressive nature of his power, and the way his manipulation had begun to seep into her consciousness.

As the music resumed, Sukuna guided her to the edge of the dance floor, his movements smooth and deliberate. The guests watched with keen interest, their whispers and glances weaving a tapestry of intrigue and speculation around the couple. Despite the crowd, Y/n felt acutely alone, isolated in her struggle against the dark allure of Sukuna’s control.

Sukuna leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/n,” he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper that made her skin prickle. “The more you try to resist, the more you reveal your true desires.”

Y/n stiffened, her pulse quickening at his words. “I’m not playing any games,” she said, her voice strained. “I’m just trying to understand my place here.”

Sukuna chuckled softly, the sound rich with dark amusement. “Understanding your place? How many times are you going to ask me that, brat? You’re here to serve a purpose, and that purpose is to temper the curse that binds me. Your resistance only makes you more intriguing, more... desirable.”

His words, filled with possessiveness and predatory interest, made Y/n’s heart race. She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, holding her firmly in place. The more she tried to resist his influence, the more she felt herself drawn to him, caught between her desire for autonomy and the magnetic pull of his dark charisma.

“You think you can escape this?” Sukuna asked, his tone a blend of mockery and challenge. “Your father’s actions have left you with no allies, no support. Here, you are nothing but an extension of my will, meant to provide me with an heir. The sooner you accept that, the easier it will be for both of us.”

Y/n’s eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and desperation. “I am not a pawn,” she snapped, her voice trembling. “I refuse to be used as a tool for your power.”

Sukuna’s smile remained, but his eyes darkened with a more intense heat. “You’re already a part of my game, Y/n, ever since your useless father died,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. “And whether you like it or not, you will play your role. The question is, will you do so willingly, or will you continue to resist and make it more painful for yourself?”

Y/n’s breath hitched as she struggled to reconcile her feelings. The seductive promise in his words, combined with the overwhelming sense of his power, created a confusion that left her vulnerable. The line between fear and attraction blurred, making it difficult for her to maintain her resolve.

“You’re quite the enigma, Y/n,” Sukuna said, his voice smooth yet laced with a dark amusement. “It’s fascinating to watch you struggle with your own desires and fears. It only makes you more... interesting.”

Y/n looked up at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of defiance and vulnerability. “You’re not making this any easier,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “You keep talking about your curse, but all I see is someone using their power to manipulate others.”

Sukuna’s expression shifted to one of mock surprise. “Manipulate? Perhaps. But I assure you, everything I do is to ensure that the curse remains balanced. You’re not just a pawn, Y/n. You’re a crucial part of this delicate equilibrium.”

Y/n’s frustration boiled over. “You speak of balance, but all I feel is your need for control. You talk about my role as if it’s something I can simply accept, but you’re not giving me any real choice.”

Sukuna stepped closer, his presence almost overwhelming. “Choice is an illusion, Y/n. You were brought here for a reason, and whether you choose to accept it or not doesn’t change the fact that you are bound to this fate.”

Her heart raced as she grappled with his words. The seductive promise in his tone, coupled with his oppressive control, left her feeling trapped between her desire for freedom and the magnetic pull of his dark charisma.

“You think you’re the only one caught in this game,” Sukuna continued, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. “But you’re not alone. We’re bound together by this curse, and whether you like it or not, you will play your part.”

Y/n’s eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and fear. “And if I refuse to play along? What then?”

Sukuna’s smile widened, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. “Refusal will only make the game more complicated. But don’t worry, I have ways of ensuring you remain... motivated.”

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if we're talking personality disorders (of the cluster b variety). obvi its not 1=1 but its far more likely and reasonable to say toga has bpd (with izuku or ochako being her "favorite person") than aspd. also when people call villains (or characters they don't like (← seen this one more than the first tbh)) "unsympathetic psychopaths", it really feels like they know nothing about aspd, personality disorders, and how they form. It also just feels kind of ableist towards real people with aspd? idk maybe i'm seeing things that's aren't there

These people know that aspd (and other personality disorders) form due to outside factors right? obvi there's the genetic factors but that just increases the possibility. these outside factors typically tends to be factors that is in some way traumatic for the person in question like emotional/mental abuse or neglect (*gestures to dabi*)

if anything, based off of that alone, toga being a "psychopath" just makes her more sympathetic in my eyes and people around her even more unsympathetic than they already are and I doubt anyone calling her a "psychopath" without aspd in mind wants that

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this is also how i feel about people needless throwing around the word "narcissistic"* when it comes describing bakugo. (saying this as someone isn't a fan of him). bakugo with npd** could make him a more interesting if written correctly*** tbh and could probably be backed up in canon but in turn it would force people to seriously think and question if he actually had a good childhood and good parents… which from what i've seen alot of anti-bakugo people (including the ones that call him a "narcissistic") believe he has

*i'm sure there's bakugo stans out there call him "narcissistic" without npd in mind but atm i've only seen bakugo antis do that

**same with aspd

***without portraying bakugo as an ableist stereotype and/or excusing his actions

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sorry abt the rant i'm just tired of the demonization surrounding personality disorders

You're definitely correct anon in saying that people tend to use words they either don't know the full meaning of or just mental health issues to demonise characters they don't like and this is a problem within all fandoms I have interacted with not only MHA.

When people use the words "psychopath" or "narcissist" it's rare to see them using it in the right context as most of the time it's used to demonise a character. For example take atla I have seen plenty of people label azula a psychopath but they do that to demonise and dehumanise her not to actually say that she is mentally ill. The same thing is done with characters like toga, Dabi, shigaraki and more!

Now I know that you're mainly quoting of the ask that @sapphic-agent sent me and actually she has made it clear that she doesn't view toga as psychopath and actually brought light to the issue of people dehumanising and purposefully misinterpreting the leauge. Now I don't know much about aspd in general but from what I have seen toga does seem to have some symptoms of aspd but it also makes sense to speculate that she may have BPD (none of this is cannonically confirmed but they would make for some interesting headcanons). Also like you mentioned it would be incredibly interesting to explore how toga got to such a mental state in the first place as mental health issues can happen to a variety of reasons for example or could be an environmental or social issue as we see that toga wasn't given the right support at home and was taught to simply build a mask and burry her urges deep down until it all broke and she broke, toga associated blood and cannibalism with love and self expression from early on. Also, it could be a biological factor since toga was born with a strong fascination for blood.

Overall, toga and her mental state is heavily influenced from all of those factors and it would be interesting if she was cannoncially diagnosed and had that be explored in depth.

However, mha does already have a character who is heavily implied to be mentally ill which is twice. Twice is heavily implied within the show to suffer from DID (dissociative identity disorder) and I think the way horikoshi presents this is really interesting it's to the point that it's incredibly integral to twice's character whether that be his name or what his quirk is.

We see exactly how his mental state worsens in his backstory and how he has reached his breaking point multiple times. Twice is also presented as the most redeemable of the leauge and we see that even with that the system doesn't care for him as twice mercilessly kills him even though he had a high and good chance of being saved and redeemed.

I do wish that hori spent a bit more time delving deeper into twice and developing him before killing him off while also making his death have a long lasting impact between characters (specifically the league)

I think what's interesting is that hori doesn't demonise jin for his mental issues but addresses them in a serious manner and a lot of the scenes where we do see him struggling we are able to feel a lot of sympathy for him.

This ends up being the exact opposite of what people usually do by demonising mental health and using it to dehumanise characters. Horikoshi uses it to humanise his characters whether that be twice who struggles with DID or tamaki who struggles with social anxiety. These issues are brought to light and aren't a one time thing but it's something that's integral to their character.

Now, moving onto my final comment : yep it's bakugo!

I admit that I have seen many bakugo antis and critiques label bakugo as a narcissist. I also believe that they don't inherently speak of the mental disorder when labeling him in such a way but use the word in exchange of other terms for bakugo like self 'absorbed' or 'selfish' or 'only cares for himself' etc.

Now, I agree this is bad and shouldn't be done. I do however want to offer my own view on this subject (iam also a big bakugo critic/anti) I personally don't think that bakugo suffers from Narcissistic personality disorder and I don't think that mitsuki is abusive towards her son.

I think that the scene with mitsuki hitting bakugo was played in a comedic light. This is the only scene we see mitsuki act aggressive towards bakugo in the whole manga while in the other scene she expresses concern over her son (for example katsuki doesn't like rain etc). I think @delawaredetroit post surrounding this has the best explanation

I also want to add the fact that bakugo feels comfortable enough to sit next his mother. He is right in between his parents (he could of sat away from her closer to his father if he wanted to but he didnt). Bakugo also feels comfortable enough to express himself in such a manner whether that be him calling his mother "hag" or also shouting at her when he is equally pissed off.

I do think that because the manga had already made it clear that abuse was a theme that was in the story and gave us an example of abuse (the todoroki family) that many did raise their heads at this scene and may of been concerned that this is abuse when it's not but its hard to spot since it's being presented in such a weird manner.

You do have a point bakugo's behaviour comes from somewhere and that's not talked about enough. I personally think that horikoshi didn't explore how society influenced bakugo's behaviour and his raging quirkless discrimation (maybe it's because hori didn't want to paint bakugo in such a bad light so he didn't make him prejudiced against the quirkless and didn't explore the theme of quirkless discirmation that he implemented into the story). There is also the superiority and inferiority complexes that bakugo seems to have that could be a result of a mixture of factors (biological, social and environmental) Now his brash behaviour could come biologically from his mother and it turned worse due to his environment where he was built up to be this guy who had everything so he should be happy as he fits into the status quo.

Tldr: mental health shouldn't be used as an excuse but it also shouldn't be used to demonise characters either.

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

This made me think how much hanma and draken have this funny enemies thing going on so imagine ur pissed at shuji or just sick of him not making a move yet? Y’all act like a couple but this mfer never made it official? Like why is his hand always in the back pocket of ur jeans? Why does this mfer offer u the last bite of his donut? No tell me why tf does he hold ur hand in a crowded place?🤨And when u lowkey joke about oh are u in love with me? And he laughs saying “don’t be silly doll” doll? (I’ll end him I swear) so u flirt with draken and yknow how he hates his guts that’s why u do so to piss him off and I think pissed shuji very sexy tbh wow 🤲🏽👍🏽and the thought of losing u to another man? And that man is bald with a braid? Aw hell naH Shawty he confessing so fast🤭😳

No because making draken the sacrificial goat is killing me lmao. Dw we won't do draken dirty here I've got a work-around.

also massive apologies to you vivi i'm sorry you knew abt this for an inordinate amount of time

Official.

it takes idiots (reader and shuji) many months, jealousy and miscommunication, and some prettiness to finally make it official.

cw: fem!reader, reader loses her temper and shuji is super needy so its a lil more subby!shuji smut, cream pie, unprotected sex (don't recommend, be safe out there), ye idk im gonna go pretend this isn't posted now, peace ✌️ ~2.2k

God but hear me out it starts at a toman party. Shuji and you are acting the way you always do. You're literally in his lap lounging in the corner of the couch. He's playing with the hem of your skirt, flipping the end between his fingers and rubbing the skin of your thigh. You're talking to Yuzuha who's occupying the chaise lounge. You haven't seen her in a while, she's been abroad with hakkai on so many modelling gigs lately. And she totally misreads the situation. She's like, so how is it, finally being together?

At first it's silly, though you have a tinge of want at the end of your words when you joke back with, "Well we've actually been married for three years, we just never found the right time to tell you all."

Yuzuha clocks it as a joke, but not as a sore spot for you. Or maybe she's so shocked and that's why she won't let it go that easily. "Hanma what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Undiagnosed ADHD and probabl-"

You give your friend a we're-going-to-talk-about-this-later look as a baffled Yuzuha cuts him off. "Wha- Hanma god damn it I meant-no- you know what I meant."

He offers a half shrug, "What? M'young."

That's when you excuse yourself blankly to get another drink. The insinuation that Shuji was still playing the field left you a bit numb. He wasn't. You knew that he wasn't because you were with him 90% of his waking hours. Hell you'd platonically (as platonically as you and Shuji ever really were) slept in his bed last night and woke up next to him. The bastard slept with his arms around you and snored in your ear half the night and he has the balls to joke like that? His words stung like a betrayal of the highest degree.

In the kitchen you found Draken looking for a pong partner. Perfect, you decide, a distraction with alcohol built in.

He tells you casually between turns he's fresh off (another) a break up with his on again off again girlfriend and you feel a dark part of you light up and a wicked idea is born.

You throw the pong game. To the point where Draken has to give you pointers. Has to get real close and talk lowly in your ear about how we need you to aim for the left one this time okay? His honeyed baritone sends shivers down your spine and you wonder for a second how much better this scenario would be if it were Shuji in your ear. Shuji's hands on your hip, his thumb dipping below the waist band of your skirt.

You huff a little. Nah fuck him. it's time to put your plan into action. You throw with your usual accuracy. You get the point. Out of the corner of your eye you see a certain skunk striped boy half-fixated on your game.

Showtime, you brain screams.

Excitedly you hop in Draken's grasp, throwing your arms around his neck and revel in his pleased laughter. "You're up again," he says as he puts you down and steps back. You stop him by the wrist, tug him back a little.

"Wait can you help me line it up again?" You bat your lashes a bit, playing at being drunker than you both know you are.

"Sure thing." You feel his warmth and relish in it, stalling and pressing into him. It's a miss, but the tiny peck under your ear he plants feels like a win.

The ball splashes in a cup on your side and you opponent, Kazutora smirks. Draken offers to drink it but you refuse. It's cheap beer. It's rough going down. Draken puts his hand between your shoulders and says that for such a pretty little thing you sure can hold your alcohol. The praise, more than the alcohol, warms your cheeks.

It's the last shot and you make it. You excitedly turn around in Draken's grasp and catch his lips in yours. You never intended for it to be a just celebratory peck, but you pull away, blushing a bit and stuttering apologies to make it appear so. Draken drawls out some praise for his pretty girl that won the game and draws you back in by the small of your neck and pulling the plush of your lower lip between his teeth.

You hear Kazutora cat whistle and know, you just know, it's meant to alert his buddy Shuji. Mentally you apologize to Emma but after she's regaled you and the girls with all the filthy details of the nasty make up sex she and Draken have, somehow you think she won't mind this little show, given that's all it was.

You hope she'll also forgive the two heavy punches Shuji lands on her Kennyboy before Kazutora pulls your next friend back and you can get back between the two again. People are staring, hoping for a fight. Some even boo when Emma whisks Draken away by the collar of his shirt and you try to push Shuji away.

"Fuck him," he spits and looks at you, "you too you little shit," he accuses and pulls you away by the wrist.

--

God, you're a certified sucker for that crazy look in his eyes. It's the first thing you think when Shuji slams the door of a spare bedroom in Pah Chin's house. You can't help it. There's nothing like Hanma Shuji slipping into his aggressive chaos mode on this earth. His irises glow with his emotion. And, wow was it easy to forget that he had you pressed against the door of this room with all his energy and attention fixed on you.

His fingers were knotted in your hair and you vaguely noted his growl asking you what the FUCK you thought you were doing.

"And who are you to ask that? I'm not yours. We're not together Shuji. Never have been. You're young, still right?" You shoot back

"Tch, that's what this is about?"

Maybe he had you caged against the door but liquid courage had you fighting back. You shove his chest. "Yeah. Yeah that's what this is about. What the fuck right do you have to treat me like I'm yours? You drive me everywhere. You hold my hand. You share your bed. You kiss my forehead. You make me breakfast. You know my secrets. You call me yours. But you can't make it official? What the fuck is up with that?"

With every sentence you've pushed Shuji back till he was perched on the corner of the bed.

"How the fuck is that fair, huh? You want me to be yours Shuji? Then tell me you're fucking mine." It's not a request. It's a demand. An ultimatum. A last chance to be honest with you.

He's looking up at you still as a statue, emotion so unreadable it unnerves you. You know how he wears almost any emotion. He rarely surprises you, and yet...

"I'm yours."

Shuji says it quietly at first like there's a lag between his awareness and speech. You're shocked he's caved so quickly and you stutter out an "Excuse me?"

"I'm yours." He repeats, more confidently. "God I'm so fucking yours." He's dragged you by the hips to straddle his lap and his lips are on yours and you swear you can taste the adrenaline on his tongue.

It's every bit as addicting as you guessed to properly make out with Shuji. You don't know how long you've been sat on him attached in this kiss but when you tug him by the hair to catch your breath and hear him groan at the tension you think you've died and gone to heaven. He's mumbling little "all fuckin yours, baby" up and down your neck and you feel his voice reverberating in your throat.

You grind down on the swell of his hardening dick and smirk a bit, lips ghosting his, "all?"

"All."

He's shimmying out of his pants, when you slide off his lap to kneel on the floor. You're met with a sizeable bulge hidden under tight black fabric and you damn near moan just at the sight of his freed dick springing up to tap his abs when you pull the last offending piece of fabric away. "Shuji you're so fucking beautiful." You say as you brush your fingers over his length carefully. His mouth opens in an amused playful smirk but you're on him immediately, stealing his words by licking a stripe from base to the tip that you pop right in your mouth. His jaw hesitates and then goes slack as you look up at him and take as much of him as possible.

You don't know what you expected but he is not quiet. He's mumbling praise and expletives and he exhales the hottest, breathiest moan you've ever had the pleasure to hear, let alone cause, when his tip hits the back of your throat and you swallow around it. You smile around him and want to giggle but you settle on humming around him. You force his fingers in your hair into a fist telling him to set his pace but he pulls you off instead. He's panting a bit and you feel a pang of pride in your chest.

"Need to fuck you. Need your pussy." He's already clamoring to help you up and discard your skirt. You do him the honor of not remembering his words as needy and stuttered as they were just this one time.

You climb over him to straddle his hips and stroke his cock once, twice, before running the tip along your slit. Rather than taking the tip you pivot your hips and pin his dick to his abs and run your soaking lips along his length. The sensation of his hot head nudging your clit brings you to your elbows, moaning in his ears.

Big hands grip your ass and grind you even harder into his dick. And between the warm stimulation and the nails digging into your skin you're already on the fucking edge, but you'll be damned if the first time you fuck Shuji you don't cum around his cock.

Finally after your relentless teasing you lined up his dick and hovered over him bobbing just enough to tease his tip with the velvety walls of your pussy. Shuji can barely whine a "fuck, doll stop teasing me cant take it," before you've sunk down and taken his cock whole and he's groaning and squeezing your ass, pulling you onto himself with bruising strength. You're suddenly laying on him again, collapsed down to your elbows with the power of your orgasm, while your fluttering walls only spur him on.

The weight of years of fantasies of this moment hit him at once and before you can process it, he's bear hugging you and rolling over to take the lead. Fuck, how could he not? After pining after you for so long, imagining getting to finally fuck you and promising himself that he'd make sure you wanted no one else when he was done with you.

It's endearing, you think, how he mutters as much to you over and over as he makes your pussy his as he fucks you through your high and beyond. You giggle and moan and gasp and think this is exactly how you pictured sex with Shuji to be needy, whiny, unexpected, a little rough.

You can read him so well that when his breath hitches just right, you wrap you legs around his waist, ignoring the stuttered warning of his own impending orgasm. Instead you gripped his hair, pulled his face to yours and breathed, "Gonna make me all fucking yours?" over his lips.

Immediately he pulled away from your kiss, unable to coordinate as he lost his composure and filled you, half locked in place by your legs. Muttered curses and filthy nonsense about how you feel around his is all he can get out until he's spent, finally latching his mouth on your shoulder to give an affectionate bite, not unlike bites you'd exchanged as friends a few hours before. You let him lay on you a minute or so to recover before he pulls back and sits up on his knees to look down at you, at his handiwork.

"Holy shit."

"Yeah," you agreed.

"Why haven't we done that before?"

"Hm...something about you being young?" You tease as he eases out of you.

"Yeah yeah, I get it. We already fucked that issue away," he jokes back and combs his fingers through some minor tangles in your hair, "S'not like I meant it anyway, y'know."

You catch his hand and tug it, wanting to be closer, "You're free to prove that to me any time."

In true Shuji form, he gasps in that goofy performatively dumb way he likes to as he brings his face close to yours for a kiss, "You mean I can do this again?"

[ah0minecchi]

A request you say??? 👀👀

I have some light ideas so lmk if you need more specifics but I’ve been dying for smth where yuji meets reader when they both start to jujutsu high and he slowly falls in love with her. You’d think that’s the end of it butttt it turns out that sukuna has been paying attention every time they hang out/go on dates and HE starts to fall in love with her too!! Then they find out the others feelings and decide to share her, having to switch out here and there to spend time with her ;)

OR another (similar) one where Geto and Gojo (during high school when they were still best buddies 😭) meet reader when she transfers in as a new sorcerer with strong powers that she still has trouble using. Both of them offer to help her train and learn her new powers while also fighting behind the scenes for her attention because they both like her, but decide “hey, we’re pretty good at sharing” and become a happy throuple

(cue angst in the future when Geto decides to leave and now she has to decide whose side she’s on)

Lmk if you hate these I’m sorry they’re kinda boring but I have NEEDS 😭

ILY 🩷

-🌸 anon

OMGG HI AND TYSM FOR THE RQ<333 im DYING to write some gojo vs geto typa fic so i’ll definitely use this rq as inspo :3 tbh idk how to write smth abt a polyamorous relationship BUTTT i’ll deliver some angst and tension FOR SURE !!!

[horizon-verizon]

My ideal endgame is Jon dying to make way for Daenerys’ queenship (be it in Westeros or Essos). Rhaegar, Viserys and Jon. All the living Targaryen men must die for her (and so that they won’t hurt her using her dragons).

IDK, I feel like he's slated to die. Like is it just me? Ever since he was killed the first time, I felt like his official days were numbered. That or he'll become a creature-apart similar to Brynden Rivers but like totally isolated from most humans. At least those asoiaf fans are accustomed to and closer to the heart of Westeros.

I say all this bc all the examples of resurrected or creature-humans have died soon after the event or live, again, in that special state. Like my feeling abt Dany becoming a goddess and apotheosized after death, Jon feels to me like he would eventually just...disappear in a way, idk. Maybe that won't happen bc he is of the marginalized-to-hero parties GRRM loves. It'd be a "brave" thing to do considering our popular culture.

Anyway, yeah, either Jon's identity never becomes public or he dies for Dany to be safe in her claim for the Iron Throne. That's how I'd be, tbh...I'm sorry I'm not giving up DRAGONS for a man, and I'll eat my hair before I trade DRAGONS for a fucking throne of a dirty backwater feudal kingdom. But again, since we'll see Dany (and not my more selfish ass) try to claim the Iron Throne, Jon's identity simply presents a huge issue in light of Westerosi history on top of their personal ones/lineages. And when it comes down to it, I'm far more amenable to Jon's death over Dany's. Or her loss of safety, happiness, family like Missandei (I swear to god, if George kills her AT ALL...). Like, I don't want Jon to die (despite some insufferable stans) but ASoIaF is nothing without Daenerys Stormborn, you know? 2+2=4.