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[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki will pull away from a full blown, steamy, hot makeout session, cheeks red and heaving with his full chest while gripping your sides, and will genuinely ask you if you still love him.

[sirazaroff]

Apparently there’s jokes that the act 2 movie poster is giving Naruto vibes

Ref

[cunning-and-cool]

Remus: *stands up and all of his joints make horrifying noises*

Sirius, falling to his knees: rail me rail me rail me rail me

[welcometogrouchland]

(ID in alt) you guys even fuck w/ the flash on here???

[kittycat-92]

devoid

[uhohdad]

Loser!König tracks your cycle to cater to your needs, convinced it will help you see him as the perfect lover. He’s extra attentive during the emotionally tolling week leading up to your period. Listening intently to your venting, forcing his harsh voice to a soothing tone, taking arduous chores from your plate. You think it’s just a coincidence that he always seems to know when you’re craving your favorite meal, could use a sweet treat, or need your comfort movie queued up across from an inviting, dryer-warmed blanket. You’ve also yet to question why you haven’t run out of supplies even though you haven’t bought tampons or pads in months.

Loser!König rams up the physical touch when you’re nearing ovulation. Standing a little too close, making you crane up at him, wearing clothes that emphasize his domineering figure. He wants to demonstrate how big and strong he is, how worthy he is of the title of your protector, your lover, the owner of your needy cunt. He’ll linger his hardened hands on the small of your back when he passes you in the kitchen. Brush his fingers casually along your bicep when he asks you an innocent question. Press his thigh to yours while unwinding on the couch for the evening. He’s trying to take advantage of your elevated state by flustering you with his touch, but your pheromones backfire on him every time. You drive him crazy, you’re just begging for him to grab you by the hips and fuck you until you’re seeing stars, begging for him to mark you as his own with a finish deep in your cunt, begging for him to satisfy your instinctual urge to be bred.

˚☽˚.⋆ KÖNIG DRABBLE MASTERLIST ⋆.˚☾˚

dividers @saradika

[wiklm]

saiki unnecessarily buying that rabbit plush for chiyoh with his own money just bc he saw her looking at it is fucking frying me actually. man you lying liar. “these people aren’t my friends” my ASS. saiki kusuo when i catch you saiki kusuo

[mblue-art]

someone is having thoughts (he's trying sooo hard to be nonchalant and chill)

[lerulpes]

what's better than a devil you don't know? a devil you do.

a thing that came to mind because of his chess game with Mol. calimshan rules huh? how about a ciscan gambit you f--

[noctiva]

Toby having a puppy crush on Brian’s gf, brain obs knows this and shows him a video of em fuckin like animals <3 a smug grin on his face as he holds his phone up, giving it a teasing shake:))

OUGHHHH i love your mind. I just wanna crawl into your brain, curl up and take a nap <3

so. in terms of like, possessiveness, Brian is a lot more chill than Toby is. Like obviously you’re still his girl, but whereas Toby would much rather die than think about anyone lusting over his partner - Brian gets a kick out of it. ESPECIALLY when it’s the socially awkward boyfailure that is Toby Rogers.

He’ll catch Toby staring, notice his eyes linger on you far too long than they should. And he could just let it go, but why would he? Toby’s already going pink in the face as his eyes sweep over your cleavage, why not bust his balls a little more?

“My girl’s lookin’ real nice today, ain’t she?” He’ll smirk, before grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in nice and close. Watching the way Toby immediately tenses up and clears his throat, tugging at his collar not so nonchalantly. Brian would nose into your neck, lips curled into a sickly amused smile, before he’s dragging his lips up to your jawline and giving you a little nip. Direct eye contact with Toby all the while.

And the reaction is just too good. Hilarious even, the way Toby looks like he wants to crawl out of his own skin. So, he keeps doing it. Grabbing a handful of your ass right in front of him. Making sure you sit nowhere but his lap when you’re all hanging out, covering you in hickeys you can’t hide just to see how wide Toby’s eyes go upon the sight.

it’s too good. And there’s a deep satisfaction for Brian knowing that he’s got something someone else wants. That Toby can squirm and huff all he wants, but that’s not going to change anything. You’re his, and you’re staying his.

Eventually, he kicks it up a notch.

“Hey, Rogers. Look.” That’s all the warning Toby gets before Brian’s phone is shoved in his face, and it takes him a second to even realize what he’s looking at - blinking in confusion for a couple moments until his vision focused. And then- oh.

It’s you. You, gorgeous you. Sprawled out on your back, completely naked from the waist down, your little tank top pushed up over your pretty tits. Skin all flushed and pink, skin rippling with each borderline punishing thrust that was being dealt upon you.

Fingers curled into the bedsheets, your whole face crumpled in ecstasy as you whimper and cry and moan. Squirming like you don’t know if you’re trying to squirm away or get him deeper. The lens is shaky but he can see everything. How your chest heaves, how your nipples perk up, how the fat of your breasts bounces with each movement. How wet you are, how pretty your pussy is - just stretching out so nice around the cock that was bringing you to tears.

He can tell you’re tight. Fuck, he can see it. The walls of your cunt clinging onto the shaft like you never wanted to let it go.

He’s staring. Bad. Just silent and slack jawed. Trying to memorize every bit and piece of your body for jerk off material later.

“She’s a doll, isn’t she?” Brian’s letting out a cocky little laugh and shaking his phone like a taunt - lips stretched into a shiteating grin. “Wanna hear? She begs like a whore.”

Toby doesn’t even have time to think about answering before Brian’s clicking up the volume a couple notches, and - jesus christ.

Your moans sound like cotton candy. So sweet and soft. All watery as you blubber and sniffle, so overwhelmed as your mascara streaks your cheeks, and you’ve never looked lovelier.

And then-

“Brian- Bri- please-“ You beg through sobs, shoulders bowing as your back arches off the sheets. “Please- I wanna- Please let me cum-“

That’s enough. Toby’s letting out a grunt, shoving Brian away with the facade of being annoyed, but in reality he just can’t take it. His ears are burning, his chest feels tight, and he knows he’s hard. He felt his dick come to life the moment he laid eyes on your naked body. And he’d much rather die than have to hear what Brian had to say if he found that out.

“F-Fuck off, Brian.” And then he’s stalking away. (To his room. Where he’ll let that video replay behind his eyelids as he slips his hand beneath the waistband of his jeans.)

[yayll]

~ a little something about Dazai's impeccable detective skills... only when it comes to you ~

"Uh-huh... And you said you were meeting someone last night?" Dazai pretends to jot down this information, his brows slightly furrowed as he scribbles into the notepad he conjured up from his long tan coat just a few seconds ago.

"Yes, that's correct."

"Ah, I see.. Fascinating. And how was it?"

"How was what?"

"Your date." He says, smugly. His head tilts in mock innocence, and his smile stays plastered on his lips while he watches you practically choke on your own spit. Now he's really going to start writing details down...

"Oh, no, it wasn't like that. Nothing that official, heh." You fidget with your fingers, looking down, and suddenly your shoelaces are the most interesting thing you've ever seen. You didn't think questioning would last this long, you weren't even involved in the crime, but this eccentric detective before you says all witnesses are vital for the investigation and you're just doing your civil duty as a valued member of society!

And this drives Dazai insane... how ridiculous that you don't have a clear standing within the life of whomever you were seeing. It should be a crime, really! If you were his, no one would ever hear the end of it. He hums to himself, nodding as if in deep thought as he draws a heart around your name in his notepad, adding his own name right under yours. He clears his throat and looks back up at you, making sure his knees don't give out at the way you seem so bashful around him.

"I beg your pardon? Do I hear that a young and beautiful person has not been swept off their feet successfully?"

Just before you can answer, a young man with white hair and a peculiar asymmetrical haircut runs to Dazai's side. He peers at his notes, and nervously chimes in.

"Er, Dazai? Mister Kunikida wanted me to come find you, but I didn't think you'd actually be working- Why are there so many hearts drawn-"

Dazai immediately moves his hand over the young man's face and comically shoves it away from his notepad, still smiling at at you. He speaks through gritted teeth and a nervous chuckle.

"Not now, Atsushiiiii, I'm working~"

This causes Atsushi to grumble, his face deflating into an annoyed sigh as his gloved hand scratches the top of his head.

"But Dazai, this is kind of important, and I really don't want to have to be the one to tell Kunikida that you're slacking off again..."

Dazai instantly snaps his head to look at Atsushi, pointing at you with dramatic flair, his voice reaching a mocking pitch.

"Oh, but I'm not, young Atsushi! I've come out here on pure basic instinct... I'm conducting a very serious investigation, and so unfortunately Kunikida and the rest of the folks at the agency will just have to wait for my genius intellect to come up with a tantalizing resolve. Get Ranpo to help. 'Kay byeee!~"

Dazai grabs you by the arm and though the gesture is hasty, he's surprisingly very gentle as he drags you away from the white haired young man. You're now standing outside a cafe and Dazai takes out what looks like a business card, presenting it to you. He scans your slightly confused face, and thinks about what other precious faces you'd make for him if he stuck around you long enough like the hound dog he is. He wonders if you'd let him touch your arm again, maybe even your hand... maybe even your-

"Are you okay, Dazai?" You ask in slight concern. Oops! He's been nonverbal for too long. He shakes his head rapidly and lets out a soft chuckle.

"Never been better! Here, take this, it's my personal contact. I think I've got all the notes I need to finish my work, but I seem to be missing one last thing-"

He proceeds to lean in a little, his now softened hazelnut eyes looking into yours intently, and his voice becoming drastically more serious. There's a glint of sincerity, and an emotion you can't quite place, but it makes your blood pressure spike and your cheeks flush at the casual intimacy of it all.

"... A time and date so I can see you again, perhaps?"

You feel yourself feeling giddy, and slightly stammer as your response flows out of you coyly.

"Ooh well, maybe tomorrow in the evening? I'll be off of work then. We can um, get coffee here?" You nod your chin up at the cafe sign, and flash him a soft smile. A smile that will keep him happily satiated until tomorrow.

"Ah, then it's a date! An official one..." He winks at you, and pats the top of your head, the feeling is light and angelic. By the time you recover, he's gone. You get a last glimpse of the way the tail of his coat swishes as he sharply turns the corner of the street, and you stand there smiling like a giddy schoolgirl. What you don't know is he does the very same thing, thinking about how playing with the fire of his own destiny is worth ruining if he could cement himself into your heart. In his adoring eyes, you could do no wrong. That's his job.

[yurisupernova]

a day late i think but happy ace week!!!!! <3

[bananafire11]

Drops these royalrabbit doodles and runs

[sideblogdotjpeg]

post battle, one last short rest

[fawnnerie]

he hit me and it felt like a kiss

[batsplat]

in honour of jerez weekend, let us all remember casey in the aftermath of one of the worst races of his life coming up with an insult that didn't really hit at the time, workshopping it and waiting for the right opportunity to eventually use the new and improved version over two-and-a-half years later like an absolute NERD

also seeing how the remarks were given to the spanish press and translated back into english... surely there's a chance he said talent in 2008? technique does scan as a sightly odd word here, phrasing's a tad stilted. maybe he did literally just recycle the exact same insult