This Is My First Post But Just Look At My Pretty Baby 😍😍😍

lemme say something smart rq: all the headcanons about hobie being dirty and unkept and having a filthy house and all that shit stems from a place of racism. i just saw an idiot on twitter say that pavitr uses a bunch of products while hobie uses... 13-in-1 shampoo....... first off, pav explicitly states that his haircare is "coconut oil and genetics".. and second off, Black hair does not look like hobie's without immense work and upkeep. his wicks do not look dirty. he don't even look dirty. you see a Black punk with locs and suddenly he smells like cigarettes and doesn't shower. y'all make me fucking sick.

𝗔𝗯𝗯𝘆 𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗯𝗯𝘆!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴:light sexual content, talks of oral and sexual acts but nothing in detail. lots of tooth rotting fluff (MDNI. minors will be blocked.)

+the first time she saw you, she was HEAD over HEELS.

+she had seen you walking by through the gym window, in your little white sundress with lilac flowers patterning it and puffy sleeves.

+she immediately new she needed your number. she had stopped mid set and ran out of the gym, just to get it.

+it shocked you at first, who wouldnt be shocked to see a 6 foot, extremely good looking blonde 19 year old running up to them from seemingly nowhere?

+she was running so fast she almost bumped into you, her face beet red and skin glistening with sweat from her workout.

+the whole encounter was very awkward. but she walked out with a cute girls number, and a date scored for next tuesday. she thinks it was worth it.

+absolutely OBSESSED with your tummy. she loves laying between your legs as you read, just resting her head on your soft stomach. she's definitely the type to trace over any stretch marks or scars with her fingers in admiration.

+also loves your thighs, if you get what im hinting at.

+when shes driving in her fancy sport car, you in the passanger seat obvi, she will rest her hand on your thigh, kneading the plush skin with the occasional pinch just to hear you whimper and whine her name.

+spends most of her time between them though, for sure. licking and nibbling your soft rosy bud, while three of her fingers plunge in and out of you, hitting the right spot each time.

+miss girl has your legs SHAKING everytime she eats you out. and she definitely leaves plenty of marks too. she needs everyone to know you are hers when you wear your short little dresses.

+a sucker for you on your knees too. she loves sitting on the couch in your shared apartment, watching tv with you between her legs, head resting on her inner thigh. she loves those sweet little doe eyes you give her when you want attention, or when you whine from the frustration of not getting enough friction from the boot shes currently wearing and rubbing against you, in just the righ spot.

+she would always be there to kiss away any insecurities you have.

+people giving you funny looks in public with her? she will immediately call them out and make them turn their heads away in shame.

+feeling insecure about your tummy or thighs? stretch marks or arms? she will immediately reassure you and leave sweet kisses on your face, kissing all your salty tears away.

+holds you close to her chest, letting you sob it out on rough days, her hands caressing your love handles, or rubbing circles on your back under your shirt. anything to make her sweetheart feel better.

+definitely orders you two food after you have calmed down, she knows that movie nights with chinese takeout and snacks always makes you feel better <3

ur fav fictional men unbuckling their belts with one hand >>>

Love in a Cubicle pt.2

Errr so ty for the love on the last one this one is probably worse though 😭.

Kunikida x Dazai

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In the days that followed, Kunikida and Dazai's connection deepened beyond the walls of the detective agency. They navigated the intricacies of their relationship with an openness that surprised even themselves. As they continued to solve cases together, their teamwork became even more seamless, fueled by a shared understanding that extended beyond the professional realm.

One evening, as they strolled through the city after work, Dazai turned to Kunikida with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Let's take a detour," he suggested, leading them to a small bookstore tucked away in a quiet corner. The shelves were filled with a diverse array of books, reflecting the eclectic nature of their own partnership.

Amid the book-lined aisles, Kunikida and Dazai discovered a shared love for literature that transcended their detective duties. They exchanged recommendations, their laughter echoing through the cozy store. It became a ritual for them – exploring the world of words and stories together, finding parallels between the mysteries on the pages and those in their own lives.

Their colleagues, initially surprised by the turn of events, soon witnessed the harmony between Kunikida's orderliness and Dazai's spontaneity. The office buzzed with a newfound energy, and even stern-faced superiors couldn't help but smile at the sight of the once rigid Kunikida embracing the unpredictable nature of love.

As seasons changed, so did their relationship. Kunikida and Dazai faced challenges, but their commitment to each other remained unwavering. They became a source of inspiration for those around them, a testament to the transformative power of acceptance and authenticity.

In the heart of the bustling city, Kunikida and Dazai's love story unfolded like a well-crafted novel, with each chapter revealing new depths of understanding and shared experiences. Together, they embraced the unpredictable journey of love, proving that sometimes, the most extraordinary relationships arise from the most unexpected beginnings.

Satoru.

Sug—

Love in a cubicle! pt.1

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AN: Have I ever written on here? No. Am I scared? YES VERY 😭😭. idk what to say other than enjoy I guess.

TW: Horribly written, contains thou of homos 😭

Kunikida x Dazai fluff

Kunikida sat at his desk, meticulously organizing files and trying to focus on his work. However, his thoughts kept drifting to Dazai, his enigmatic coworker. The way Dazai's laughter echoed in the office, the subtle glances they shared during meetings – it all left Kunikida feeling a warmth he couldn't ignore.

As deadlines loomed, Kunikida found himself partnering with Dazai on various projects. Late nights at the office turned into moments of shared silence, broken only by the clicking of keyboards and the occasional exchange of ideas. Kunikida admired Dazai's creativity and unique perspective on problem-solving, yet he struggled to articulate the growing feelings within him.

One day, after a particularly challenging assignment, Dazai suggested grabbing dinner together. Kunikida hesitated but agreed, his heart pounding with anticipation.

The evening unfolded in a mix of laughter, shared stories, and a comfortable companionship that Kunikida had never experienced before.As weeks passed, Kunikida grappled with his emotions. He found solace in writing in his notebook, attempting to make sense of the conflicting thoughts and the undeniable attraction he felt towards Dazai.

He questioned societal norms and his own preconceived notions, realizing that love wasn't bound by traditional expectations.Summoning courage, Kunikida decided to share his feelings with Dazai.

They met at a quiet park, surrounded by the soft glow of city lights. Kunikida stumbled through his confession, revealing the depth of his emotions. To his surprise, Dazai listened with a gentle smile, his eyes reflecting understanding.In that moment, the weight lifted from Kunikida's shoulders.

Dazai confessed that he, too, had been wrestling with similar emotions. They decided to explore this new chapter together, navigating the complexities of their burgeoning relationship while continuing to support each other at work.

Their colleagues soon noticed the change in dynamics but embraced it, realizing that love knows no boundaries. Kunikida and Dazai's journey became an inspiration for acceptance and authenticity, proving that sometimes, the heart chooses paths that defy conventional expectations.

can you write one when its like, reader x plug!connie where they like toxic off and on, but he still spoils her and all that because they in love fr. he's like a real jealous type and is lowkey overprotective. but they always together and spend alot of time with eachother

No matter what you were always gonna be Connie’s.

No matter how many times you guys “broke up” you still belonged to him and everyone knew.

It was hard to strive as a now “single” woman. All of your old hoes were wiped off the face of the earth somehow (thanks to Connie). Any new guy that has the potential of being just a one night stand was scared away by a pair of emotionless eyes that stared you down from across the club.

Every night out with your girlfriends was ruined, any attempt to hook up with someone. ruined

Connie was everywhere you were. You blocked him on every social media, but he still created more accounts just watching your page. He also had eyes on you everywhere. You’d often see some of his most trusted guys at the mall, updating him on your safety.

His friends are so faithful to him it’s frustrating. Your bestfriends were his bestfriends, due to the fact that you were always around you all just became so close!

But when you have a girls night out with Mikasa and Sasha they are always cockblocking for connie.

“That guy was a dick Y/N”

“I dunno maybe you should just get back with Con”

Everyone around you did nothing but encourage you to get back with him, even your parents!

They love having him around and he’s excellent help in the kitchen!

Connie is fairly toxic but you won’t really notice until you think about it.

He’s got himself so involved in your life and everything you do, people can’t help but ask about him! And that was what he intended to do.

There was no possible way you could forget him, he was everywhere. You broke up with Connie but Connie didn’t break up with you.

You lasted 35 days and 45 minutes before getting back with Connie. Ever since you “broke up” with Connie, you’ve been focusing on a clothing line you’ve been wanting to release. You gave up on trying to go out and find simple one night stands. You were fairly sex deprived but didn’t give in. Nothing a vibrator couldn’t fix.

You were over men and their stupid ass inconsiderate ass feelings. Connie didn’t stop taking care of you though. You’d get random paypals and cash apps from Armin or Eren. $850 - FOR from Connie :)

You still were extremely grateful though. This particular night you decided to go to a party Ony was throwing. You were going out for yourself tonight, plus you haven’t pooped out in a while gotta keep these bitches hatin

You walked through the entrance of the house, “Way 2 Sexy” blasting through the speakers.

“Heyy sexyy” Sasha drags out as she wraps her arm around you, holding a cup in her hand. You hug her back with a smile on your face, ready to get wasted.

After many mixed drinks and a blunts worth inside of you. You stumbled to a bathroom, closing the door behind you.

You lip synced to the song that was playing from downstairs, checking yourself out in the mirror. Your eyes were red and low, all your movements sloppy.

As you re-applied your lip gloss, a deep voice spoke out to you.

“You’re avoiding me” You jumped at the sudden voice, thinking you were in the bathroom alone. You looked back in the corner of the bathroom, seeing Connie lean on the wall. He looked good as always.

“Connie just go” You mumbled in irritation, not wanting to give into the man in your drunken state.

“What did I tell you about watching your surroundings mama, hmm?” Connie stepped closer to you, “Didn’t even notice me following you. How are you supposed to stay safe princess” Connie fake pouted at you, looking down at you with pity. You could reject him all you want but your face told it all, you missed him so much.

“Sshut upp” You slurred, attempting to walk around him and out of the door.

“Talk to me” Connie’s hand gripped your waist, pulling you back in-front of him. “There’s nothing to talk about, we areee overrrr” Your own eyes filled with tears.

“Don’t cry mami,” Connie cupped your chin, making you look up at him, “Just take me back. I promise I won’t fuck up anymore. I swear i’m going crazy without you, I can’t stop thinking about you. Just please come back home with me” Connie rushed out, the tattooed drug dealer fought the urge to cry. You’ve been ignoring him like crazy. A part of him felt like you were really done with him and he couldn’t let that happen.

“Okay Connie, I will” You nodded, letting your emotional state take over. Your arms wrapped around Connie, just wanting to feel him. “I’m gonna go home with you”

The next day you were sitting on Connie’s lap at Eren’s house. You sat pressing sticky kisses up and down Connie’s neck while he counted a few bands, a joint resting in his mouth.

Eren rolled his eyes as he walked pass you two on the couch. As annoying as it was, everything felt back normal again. You were right where you were supposed to be, with connie <3

thinking about toxic!yandere!friend group now but in a platonic way

Steve taking you to pound town and crushing you with his body :-)

📻“When I get home babe it’s gonna be lights out, draw the curtains. Deep stroke, reload it. We got our ice on, stay frozen. But it’s hot in here, there’s something in the air with the lights out.”

18+ / thank you for requesting lovely! I hope this is okay and what you had in mind? Idk I put this song on and it took me away and to the moon & back so hopefully you like it... / a teeny hint to edging/steve's a tiny bit possessive or jealous

The moan that leaves your mouth is sinful, and he squeezes at your hips harder, hand slapping at your ass, soothing over the red mark and caressing along the curve of it. Your fingers twist in the sheets, a low whine leaves your parted lips in a breath. Sweat beads at your hairline - it clings to your skin and his eyes greedily take in how it drips over all of your curves. Steve’s thrusts slow, a deep stroke that has you shuddering beneath him. His fingers brush down your spine and back up. You push against him, rolling your hips and he taps at your butt again lightly - a warning. 

Steve’s in a mood. 

If the way he slammed the door of your apartment when he came home, or how he found you in your bedroom with candles lit and a book - closing it for you and drawing the curtains and flicking off the lamp hadn’t tipped you off, the way he’s had his way with you for an hour would have. 

You drip for him, walls sucking him in and he has to blow his breath out of his nose at how easily he’s able to glide in and out of you. Your teeth bite hard into your bottom lip to muffle your cries from the open window, concealed only by the closed curtains that blow lazily in the summer breeze. 

He’s barely moving in and out of you now, pads of his fingers brushing up and down your arms that shake before he tugs lightly on the gold chain around your neck. His eyes almost roll back when you lift your head and the little ‘S’ glints in the orange flicker of the candlelight. 

You’re his. 

“Baby-” your voice is thick, breaking off into what sounds like a sob. His palms are flat on your spine, soothing up and down as he picks up his pace again. He pushes lightly on your lower back, humming when you spread your legs wider for him.

His brows are pinched together, his chest heaves as he pulls at your cheeks, watching how you suck him in. Groaning at the feeling of your walls clenching around him as your fingers flex on the mattress and your head drops, chin to your chest with a whimper.  

Steve slows his thrusts again right when the coil in your stomach is ready to snap. You gasp out in frustration, toes curling and fingers gripping the duvet. He leans forward and kisses the middle of your spine, hand reaching around your front. His fingers rub messy circles into your puffy clit while his hot breath and wet kisses attack your spine. 

One of his hands moves to your thigh, blunt fingernails scratching up and down as his index and middle fingers soothe bigger and faster circles over your needy clit. He pants against your slick skin as his resolve to not cum grows weaker. Every time he gets you close and he stops, a new wave of lust seems to gush around him, making you wetter and needier. 

He has to hear it, make sure everyone knows. Steve doesn’t care if his voice sounds desperate when he asks, “Only I can make you feel like this, right honey?”

You can’t think straight anymore, another whine, a frantic nod of your head and your hips roll again, pushing back against him. Steve curses under his breath when his balls hit your ass. He stops his movements abruptly, both hands holding your waist so you can’t move and your eyes squeeze closed. He had given you a warning. 

But Steve surprises you, his hands slowly roam from your waist, up your sides as his lips drag along your spine. You shiver beneath him and his hands drift down your arms, the weight of his chest heavy on your back. Steve laces his fingers with yours, pushing you both down into the mattress. Your legs flatten, fully lying on your front, only your ass in the air for him as one arm reaches around to lift you slightly while he mouths at your neck. 

“I said,” he presses another kiss behind your ear, nose dragging behind it, “Only I can make you feel like this, right?”

“Ye-yes,” your voice is a gasp, desperate for him to let you finally cum. 

He pulls out of you slowly, feeling the curve of him - every ridge against you on the dirty glide out and the sudden thrust back in. Your fingers flex under his larger and thicker ones, a pathetic sound leaves you and floats into the air that the neighbors are sure to hear now. Your cheek presses to the mattress and Steve makes a soft tutting noise, nosing at your jaw as he slams into you again. 

Your mouth falls open, but nothing comes out, the sound of him dragging himself in and out of you a pornographic and sinful squelch. Your eyelashes wet with tears from the way he slams the perfect spot deep inside of you that he finds with the new, deeper, position. Steve’s movements are faster now, balls slapping against your ass. He’s practically growling in your ear, teeth nipping at the lobe of it, chest hair scratching at your back. Every sense is overwhelmed, the only thoughts running through your mind revolve around him. 

Steve moans your name in your ear and the weight of him against you smothers you like the flames taking over your body. You writhe and wiggle beneath him and he can’t get enough of it. Steve laughs against your sweat slicked neck, thrusts stopping completely as he catches his breath. You push back against him with a growl and he pushes you into the mattress harder. 

His breath is hot in your ear again as he speaks, voice raspy, filthy, sexy. 

“If you wanna cum, tell everyone who’s making you feel this way baby.” 

Steve rolls you to your back before you can even blink, sliding inside of you in a deeper thrust, chest pressing to yours and smiling into your neck that extends for him when you throw it back against the pillow. Your toes curl as your heels dig into his ass, fingers gripping at his shoulders and back as his name leaves your lips in almost a scream. 

Steve’s lips press into your hairline, hands wrapped around your lower back as his thrusts keep going at a brutal pace. His praise lost against the skin of your temple, drowned in the chanting of his name. 

You look so good, maybe he’ll let you have what you want finally. 

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plus cropped<3

they are not the same sized image but whatever