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[inkykeiji]

can you do #16 pasttime with sd!nat shouto please? 💙

prompt: past time series: sugar daddy natsuo warnings: use of the word daddy, touya being touya briefly mentioned, APD mention words: 1k

The sun is just beginning its descent below the horizon by the time you arrive, smearing the sky with strokes of pink and orange. The dense scent of burnt rubber infuses the air, and your nose wrinkles cutely as you exit Shouto’s Aston Martin. He laughs, giving your hand a gentle squeeze as he leads you toward the entrance, gravel popping beneath the rubber of your sneakers.

Jaku Go-Karts. 

It’s a dingy little place now, rundown and ruined by the passage of time, but Shouto loves it all the same. 

The concrete is cracked, stained with crisscrossing skid marks from rubber burnt. The thick tractor tires that line the racetrack are worn and fraying; scars they bear from constant abuse. That shitty little snack-shack, pitched off to the side of the speedway as though thrown in as an afterthought, is still the same; all white chipping paint and stale funnel cakes, with the old arcade having shrunk to a mere three units, all unheard of, screens washed out and flickering. 

Even after twenty odd years, the track hasn’t changed a bit, and Shouto knows every twist, every curve, every fork, the route seared into the tissues of his brain with such accuracy that he’s sure he could drive the whole course with his eyes blindfolded. 

“This was one of our favourite past times, when we were kids,” he tells you as he rests his wrists on the chainlink fence, notes of melancholy in his tone.

“Really?”

“Yeah. It was one of the few things we all loved doing, together.”

“Even Touya?”

“Even Touya,” Shouto nods, pausing for a moment as a memory flashes through his mind, then exhaling a snort through a sardonic little smirk. “Granted, I’m sure Touya enjoyed this mostly because he got to repeatedly run me off the track.”

“Why am I not surprised,” you respond dryly. 

The image of three Todoroki boys materializes in your head; Touya already the smallest, his younger brothers towering over him, but still the ringleader nevertheless, marching onto the track with their souped up go-karts—Touya’s plastered with crude stickers, peeling and veiny; Natsuo’s all clean lines and glistening paint; Shouto’s full of dents and dings, paint scraped in sharp strokes, revealing the silver metal beneath. 

It must’ve been nice, even if only for a moment; a short instance where they all got along, despite a few bumps and patches, co-existing in some semblance of semi-peaceful, enjoying a singular activity, together. 

“It was a rare, acceptable method to torture me.” 

And although Shouto’s voice is wry, there’s a small smile on his face, eyes glazed with nostalgia-tinged memories—hazy, soft, coated in sugar.  

“Once, my kart even caught on fire. Natsuo pulled me from it before any real damage was done,” his gaze shifts downward, blunt nails picking at his cuticles, huffing out a mangled imitation of a chuckle. “Touya was so angry he didn’t talk to him for days. Said he ruined a perfect instance of ‘poetic justice’. Said it was divine intervention, and he should’ve just let it play out.”

“That’s terrible,” you breathe.

“That’s Touya,” Shouto shrugs with a weary acceptance. 

“So he’s always been a sociopath, then.”

That gets Shouto to laugh, sweet smile dispelling most of the despondence from his face, gaze flicking to yours through the corner of his eye. “Technically, he couldn’t have been diagnosed with ASPD just yet. He was only about fifteen or so. But yeah, he’s always been messed up.” 

Questions itch on your tongue, and you fold it in on itself, pressing it to the roof of your mouth in an attempt to smother them. 

Why was it only him? Daddy and Shouto and Fuyumi have their issues, sure, but doesn’t everyone? Maybe their personality flaws are a bit more severe than the average person’s, but that can be brushed off and explained by the fact that they were raised by a billionaire, can’t it? They all grew up under the same roof, so why is Touya so much worse? 

Your tongue flattens, then curls over your teeth, sucking for a moment before slowly scraping against the edges. It’s none of your business, and it shouldn’t matter anyway. 

“Enough about Touya,” you demand with a wave of your hand. “We came here to race, didn’t we?” 

Laughing again, Shouto shakes his head, fondness settling in his eyes. “Yeah, sweetheart, we came to race.”

“I’m gonna leave you in the dust!”

“Bold statement to make to a seasoned pro,” he quips. 

In the end, you do leave Shouto in the dust, but only because he allows you to, slowing down around wide corners and crashing into sharp turns on purpose as you whiz past him. Nevertheless, it’s still fun, your cheeks sore from incessant smiling and your throat raw from grating laughs and screams, and he still treats you to ice cream, just like he promised he would if you beat him—Don’t tell your Daddy, okay? He’d flip if he knew you were having sweets before dinner—the tips of your fingers encrusted with glittering sugar from the sugar cones, mouths stained blue and pink from the artificial dyes. 

You’re practically falling asleep in his arms by the time he gets you back to Natsuo, who coos and quickly takes you from his little brother, his most precious possession being returned to him. 

And after you’ve been washed and brushed and put to bed, Natsuo sits down with Shouto, sweating crystal glasses filled with whiskey and ice in their palms, and asks him why he did it. 

“Why I did what? You asked me to take her out, give her a good time, and I did. As I always do.”

Natsuo fixes him with a look, features flat and unimpressed. “You know that’s not what I’m asking. Why did you bring her there, of all places?” 

Swirling amber in his hand, Shouto shrugs, staring at his glass and clinking ice against the sides. 

“I thought it’d be nice, you know, to make new memories there. We loved it so much when we were kids and I—I didn’t want to lose that. I won’t lose that.” He looks up, mismatched eyes shining in the dim light of Natsuo’s study. “It’s time we start reclaiming some things.” 

#todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki shoto fluff #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x you #todoroki fluff #loved this sooooo much anon it was so fun!!! #thank u for sending this in!! #pls have a fabulous day and stay safe + hydrated!! #sd!nat universe #inky.bb #clari gets mail

[spacecowboyhotch]

first time request was me hehe🦦

Unprecedented

pairing: virgin!reader x virgin!college!aaron hotchner

request/prompt: reader having her first time with him

content: 18+/nsfw/MINORS DNI, two adorable lovers having their first time, fingering, protected sex, fluff

an: hiiii, hope this lives up to your expectations! i did a little twist on it bc i wanted to write virgin hotch too.

word count: 637

join my celebration here! 🔥

Aaron’s done a lot of research for this moment. He wanted to make sure that he’s prepared to give you the best experience of your life, even if it’s his first time too. He’s been gentle and unhurried as he kisses you and opens you up with his fingers. It was recommended in the research and with how fast you spiral into your first orgasm, he knows that it’s something he wants to keep doing.

You do too.

He bends to kiss you once you come down from that orgasm, “We can stop here, try again later if you want. I don’t want to overstimulate you.”

“That’s a thing?”

“It is. Some people like it.”

“Why don’t we find out if I like it?” You ask cheekily and it makes him laugh before he looks down at you with caring eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m ready if you are. I want this with you, Aaron,” You prop up on one elbow to run your nose against his.

“I want this with you too,” He breathes, crushing his lips to yours again.

You’re all over each other, groping and caressing the other until one of his finds its way between your legs again. You jump at the touch, understanding immediately what he meant by overstimulation. Your reaction makes you giggle, which in turn has him giggling as well.

“Maybe we should wait,” He presses his lips to yours through his chuckles but you shake your head, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“I’m ready, I want you. I need you,” The desperation in your voice gets him, and he reaches over you to his bedside table to get a condom.

Nestling in between your legs, his eyes search yours for any hesitance, “I brought lube, sometimes it’s helpful to-“

You grab his hand, bringing it to glide through your folds once more, “I think I’m wet enough, don’t you?” When he doesn’t answer, his eyes focused on your wet pussy you bring his fingers up to your mouth, sucking on them gently.

The action snaps him out of his trance because then he’s kissing your hard and pressing every inch of his skin against yours. You kiss him back greedily, your hand shaking between your bodies to line the head of his cock up with your entrance. He groans into your mouth as he presses into you, and you gasp at the strange feeling of being stretched so deeply. He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours as he pulls out fully before thrusting back into you. He tries to stay focused not only on how tight and warm you are around him, but on how hard he thrusts into you. He doesn’t want to hurt you.

“Aaron,” You pant, tilting your hips up to meet his.

“Are you okay?” He looks down at you, eyebrows bunched with concern.

“I’m perfect, you feel so good.”

“You do too, baby.”

The two of you chase your highs together, your hands roaming all over his body. His mouth is back on yours, kissing hungry and deep as he slams into you over and over. He settles on his knees, keeping his weight on you; the shift on his position causes his pelvic bones to brush against your clit with each thrust. It takes no time for you to fall apart and when you squeeze him tight, he joins you, spilling into the condom.

“That was…”

He finishes your sentence with, “Incredible.”

“Mmm,” You hum in agreement, running your hand through his hair affectionately. “Shower?”

“As long as you don’t jump my bones,” He teases.

“I don’t think we’re experienced enough to not fall on our asses in the shower.”

“But we’ll get there,” He says with a smirk before hopping out of the bed and heading into the bathroom.

#thank u for sending this in!! #arson’s dumpster fire celebration #celebration blurbs #not sfw #replies

[gatheredfates]

15 for wrapped!

spotify wrapped is HERE! send me a number 1-100 and I’ll tell you the song it corresponds with on my top 100 playlist!

Believe, you and me, it's more than drums I'll burn your ship alive, I'm coming home

Honestly, I need to listen to more Saint Mesa because Throne is absolute BOP. I've used it for this edit of El before, particularly because it has a lot of villainy / undermining of the hero themes ( at least in my opinion ), but it's actually more of a Kor song. I like to think it plays in the background when she goes after her father or anyone who thought to undermine her, because she is the kind of character that will put up with a lot of abuse in order to wait for the most opportune moment to strike.

The chorus 'You hate my bad behaviour, you cut my lips and tongue. You play the part of saviour, I watch you come undone' has absolutely no right to go as hard as it does. Especially in Kor's case, her 'bad' behaviour be something entirely innocuous that her father or men in his upper echelon seize to take advantage of her, and she's kept all of that internally in Dimitri's death. She's burnt the ship alive, she's coming home.

#｡･ﾟﾟ･ — 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 : koret #｡･ﾟﾟ･ — 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 : elandervier #｡･ﾟﾟ･ — sea speaks #｡･ﾟﾟ･ — sea answers things #thank u for sending this in!!

[ashestxashes]

🐹

How Intimidating Am I?

🐹 for “You? Intimidating? Hell no.”

Good, good! This is what I'm aiming for! Always feel free to talk to me about anything and everything~~

#;ooc #thank u for sending this in!! #i'm just a silly bean who loves writing

[distance-does-not-matter]

Playlist: J. Ito's totally super chill vibes

did my best to go for "unsettling"

Lullaby by The Cure

Evelyn Evelyn by Evelyn Evelyn

Goblin by Sulli

chapelle by Pomme

Stalker by 1NB

Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6AH3e9rbUNNb6Ohq0puDNp?si=efd65513efa44807&pt=0a90240df0570651bbe66e57998395b5

#thank u for sending this in!!

[mercyburned]

“About [NAME]” one for rosaria and one for nahida, both for kaeya!

“Most people who meet Rosaria won't understand her right away. Not that I claim to have done that either, but... she and I are enough alike that I had an idea or two. Rosaria thinks of herself like one one those gargoyles atop a cathedral - a monstrous protector. But that isn't entirely true. Oh, she'll drop you to the floor before you know what's hit you, if you're a threat to Mondstadt. But there's nothing monstrous about her. Let's just say that... if she's a gargoyle, then even if it meant turning to stone, I'd be happy to perch up there beside her until the wind and rain withered us both to dust. But until then? She hunts what goes bump in the night... and if someone tries to hurt her, then I'm the one hunting them.”

“As for the Dendro Archon... I'm not sure what you want me to say. People lie all the time, and no one ever seems to think that gods can lie too. I don't... think she's outright lied to me, yet, but I get the feeling there's a lot that isn't being said, either. By now, she knows the truth about me. She's the God of Wisdom and apparently psychic, so how could she not? The question, then, becomes: what will she do about it? What is her interest in Khaenri'ah? I guess... as long as she doesn't interfere with my plans in Sumeru, then we can keep this banter going. I don't think she'll get through those doors without me, and, as much as I hate to admit it, she has knowledge I need. But you'll have to forgive me if I'm not jumping at the chance to stop by the Sanctuary of Surasthana for coffee on my days off.”

#apocryphis #✦ interactions. || kaeya alberich #THANK U FOR SENDING THIS IN!!

[mintaii]

one piece characters! suggestions were taken from here and twitter 🤠

#one piece #crocodile #yamato #donquixote corazon #nefertari vivi #portgas d ace #charlotte praline #bartolomeo #iceburg #my art #thank u for sending in the characters!! this was fun LMAO

[savagevillain]

𝟎𝟏.   𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐒𝐔𝐍   !

how   is   your   muse   as   a   person   ?   do   they   think   highly   of   themselves   or   are   they   pretty   humble   ?   what’re   they   like   when   meeting   someone   for   the   first   time   ?   are   they   an   individual   who   you’d   say   is   pretty   aware   of   their   surroundings   and   themself,   and   knows   just   what   they   want   from   life   ?   give   us   a   peak   through   the   veil   of   just   who   your   muse   is.   only   a   peak!

「  Klaus is the most self-centered, insecure, narcissistic, self-loathing person you will ever know. He thinks he's superior to everyone around him while simultaneously believing himself to be the worst person imaginable and never amounting to anything in anyone's eyes. He is very much aware of his surroundings and the people in it, but his own bias/perspective on things tends to colour certain interactions/situations to different shades than the reality. However, he is intently aware of what his goals are in life and is very diligent at achieving them ( even if that takes a thousand years ). 」

#[ headcanons ft. klaus mikaelson ] #[ answered asks ] #i love this emotionally stunted man #thank u for sending this in!!

[obsob]

love is stored in the parallel play

#mine #original #ouagh . hello !! #we had to say goodbye to one of my kitties last week....she was we think maybe 16 or 17!! old lady!! #i will do a drawing for her when it hurts a little less #we are going to pick up her ashes in like. 15 minutes #ah.....th cruelty of time... #thank u all my commission people u r being very patient!! i will send sm more pics tomorrow hopefully #this and two other drawings will be new prints also!! i will probably order those this week i think #i still plan on making stickers but its too big brain for me rn sfbsks

[barghest-land]

drawings from paleo expedition to dagestan, done right on the trip. sometimes messy when it was cold and rainy, but i won't correct it. i think it's cool to leave it just the way it was done, and not retouch it after. there will be more drawings later, but those will be done from home

#i need to draw for 2 museums at least to then send it to them as a gift cuz people there were so nice???? AAAA #and yeah im definitely doing back #maybe in autumn... who knows #barghestland #art #artists on tumblr #and #paleoart #??? #in a way it is i guess #also i usually don't share things from my sketchbook. but these drawings hold so many nice memories #of clouds that hide top of the mountains #of sitting on a rock #drawing and seeing a scorpion vibing next to u (tiny friend!) #of leaning on a big cow and almost falling asleep on a field with her after the rain #of... forgetting the pain too #of not wanting to even talk about the wonderful time i've had. because it was only for me to remember #so much happened up in the mountains that i'll never forget #thank u big rocks and soil and grass and apricot trees i love you #... #paleoland

[lyr-caelum]

Happy birthday to sirius 💫

In my mind they are always like this. 🫠

#happy birthday sirius #this is a screensaver sice use it if u like #please dont post my art on other acounts #thank you #sara loves sirius and remus #wolfstar fanart #send help

[tojisun]

i saw this and was IMMEDIATELY reminded of biker!simon.

like imagine reader casually sneaking her hands up and palming his torso oh lord.

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSNkyRyKB/

HE IS SO??? RESPONSIVE??? MY STOMACH FLUTTERED???? no because u are right!!! that is sooo biker!simon

AND!!! CHASE ATLANTIC??? YEAH OH MY GOD YEAH!! i thought biker!simon would be more into atmospheric rock but i can so see him jamming to chase atlantic while out on a ride. got the walls on repeat or right here or (and just imagine him thinkin about u as he plays this song) church teeheee

and beloved anon omg?? calling my silly lil drabbles magic got me swooninnn. u after my heart sweet luv?? bc u can have it rn <33

!! suggestive - minors dni; groping in public; somewhat body worship // im sorry for how short this is :(( hope u would still like it my luvs

you’re handsy today, simon muses, feeling his blood thrum at the slow glide of your hands along his hips. they’re just gentle touches with no purpose – mindless swirls of your acrylics against his sweats, your fingers spread out on his thighs and simon almost coos at just how small your hands look against his legs. 

simon loves it when you’re like this – tits pressed against his solid back, your hands lax as they find purchase on his hips. it took you a while to trust yourself to hold instead of just wrapping your arms around his middle, and simon thinks how he would never want to go back to those days when your hands aren’t mapping his body.

because there is something so addicting to the way you touch him – soft. gentle. reverent.

he melts into you, his eyes fluttering with every slide because, and god simon wonders if he can ever find the words to tell you so, it feels like your perfect hands are cradling all that he is – scars and bruises and once-jaded heart and all.

he groans when your hands dip closer to his pelvis, massaging at the crinkles between his thighs and his hips. your hold gains strength, it gains power, but simon feels it all so gently, like you are showing him the parts of his body that you adore. 

he feels choked up, overwhelmed all of a sudden. 

you tap twice on the edges of his lap – can i?

simon lets go of the handlebar just long enough to tap twice on the back of your palm – go on.

and so you do: your hands drag along the inside of his thighs, greedy as they tease his parted legs, your palms warm as they hitch closer, higher. even more daring.

simon moans, his head falling back and bumping against your helmet when your hand finally falls on top of his chub, the pads of your fingers swirling against the sensitive head of it. he bares his neck at the quiet pleasure, the drags of ecstasy crawling in an almost muted way as you continue to just paw at him softly.

there is no buildup of desperation or carnal lust licking up along his veins, just sensual touching.

worshipping.

you stroke him through his sweats, your hand turning into a loose fist to cup his rising tent. a groan reverberates from his chest before it slips from his lips, and he wonders if you felt it with how much you are pressed to him. if your body could feel just how much you affect him – your dauntless supremacy unquestioned even as simon navigates the roads.

he feels you tap twice onto his thigh again – more?

and simon pretends he isn’t shaking as he responds with his two taps – please.

#suns.f #biker!simon #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #suns #actuallyhiswife #ask #GOD IM KEENING IN NEED THIS IS TOO GOOD THANK U FOR SENDING IT IN

[rodolfoparras]

SO I JUST GOT OUT OF THE FNAF MOVIE

mike is Most definitely a man who whimpers

he buries his head into the pillow, soft sobbing because he hasn't felt this good in so long while you softly stroke his cock and/or finger him while whispering praises into his ear

-🌷

Ok but hear me out…

Brat!mike who loves to rile you up with his mouth and will only ever shut up once you shove your cock down his throat, forcing him to keep you inside his mouth for as long as possible, til his jaw aches, throat burns and there’s a puddle of drool on the floor. Another way to shut him up is to grip his throat while he rides your cock, you’ll watch the stubbornness bled away from his eyes and get replaced with desperation as he furiously taps at your thigh.

Brat!mike who likes it rough, whether it be having little to no prep, blowjobs that will have tears spilling down his cheeks and face turning visibly red or til it feels like he’s being speared onto your dick, will even let you put mascara and lipstick on him just so that he can visibly see how you’ve ruined him

Brat!Mike who’ll prevent any noises from escaping his lips as you’re fucking him. Even with ropes of cum painted all over his stomach and hole all puffy and red he still won’t tell you how good you’re making him feel. You can even have him tied up while holding a vibrator against his dick and he’ll still manage to stay silent as a mouse, which only manages to drive you crazy

Brat! Mike who’ll purposely stop while in the middle of giving you a blow job or while riding you just to tease, only for you to yank at his hair or hips and shove him back down onto your dick

Brat!mike who loves to rile you up just so that you can have heated make up sex, will even go as far as to moan the name of someone else while you got your fingers or cock buried inside him, wont stop with his little act til you’ve fucked him so dumb he can no longer speak or think

Brat!mike who’s alright with being denied orgasms but loses his mind at being denied a kiss, you’ll have him whining and whimpering within seconds to put your lips on his.

#sugar I could literally kiss u rn for sending this and giving me inspo thank u sm angel I wrote it this morning so I’m posting this now and #going to bed anyways I hope you enjoyed the movie sugar cube MWAH #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #Mike Schmidt x male reader #mike schmidt fnaf #Mike Schmidt fnaf x male reader #top male reader #dom male reader #sub male character #bottom male character #fnaf movie #x male reader #male reader

[dekarios]

crying this is so funny

#stardew valley #sdv #thank u dev for sending me this i’m in tears

[shyghosties]

he’s friends with the stars ✨

#night time friends!! #sending u peaceful dreams 💫 #thanks for looking at my art! #gif #scribbles #original art #bats

[augustinewrites]

This gives Fushigojos vibes, Gen Z Megumi always humbling Gojo’s millennial ass lmao

i love that omg 😭 that is exactly gojo trying to be cool around megs LOL

also consider:

“who are you even texting at this hour? it’s so late.”

megumi doesn’t even glance up from his phone as he sends another tiktok to itadori and kugisaki. “it’s eight in the evening.”

gojo, already dressed in his pyjamas, yawns. “exactly. you can tweet your friends on snapchat tomorrow.”

this time megumi does look up, if only to cast the boomer in front of him an amused glance. “what did you just say?”

“about tweeter?”

“…it’s twitter. well, technically x—”

the sorcerer tilts his head. “okay. twitter your friends on snapchat tomorrow.”

“you don’t tweet on snapchat.”

“so it is tweeter—”

“no, it’s twitter. you snap on snapchat. but im not even on any of those right now, im on tiktok.”

“megumi,” gojo sighs, rubbing his temples. “now you’re just making up words.”

the teen holds up his phone, because trying to explain social media to a millennial isn’t worth taking years off his life. “this is what i’m on right now.”

gojo squints at the screen, which is showing a grey kitten with its paws on its head, screaming. “oh a video. so you’re on vine. can you send that to me so i can hashtag your mom on it?”

“oh my god.”

#[💌—inbox] #keeping up with the fushigojos #CAJZBSJSJSS IDK WHH THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME #thank u for sending me this video!! i love thé crunchbros