Gorgeous...

blushing boy

what the fuck did you expect me to feel when you gripped the back of my head like that and sank your fangs into my neck? Indifference? Disgust? NOT sheer adoration? be serious.

vampire bites are not just about The Bite. it is also about The Grip. can anyone hear me

and the sucking. it’s also about the sucking.

Hair so soft *floof* 💙

You text your f/o “can we fuck tonight?” What are they doing/replying?

Why they standing like that smh

Bc they’re carrying mha on their shoulders ❤️‍🔥

I AM ACTUALLY FROTHING TO THE MOUTH—

another tip for sluts: if you play video games or work from home at a desk, try leaving a toy inside yourself while you’re sitting. see how many hours you can spend with a thick length occupying and shaping your hole to its form. the ache you feel when you finally take it out is delicious

Been listening to 'drag me under' (vigilante deku song by divide music) and I realized I haven't drawn my all-time favorite version of Deku EVER in all the years I've been a fan ???

DABI

—- D4bi M4ng4$ _

blushing boy

Just wanted to remind y'all that your F/O would love you not matter what. Your F/O will always be there for you and they think you're awesome and amazing cuz you are!

what do you mean he's fictional, we sleep in the same bed every night

Dabi: Watch in amazement as I flawlessly switch from emotionally detached to emotionally overwhelmed and unstable in a mere 0.72 seconds.

𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 —

pairing: dabi + afab!reader

word count: 4471

cw: nsfw, smoking, alcohol, fingering, unprotected sex, pining, lots of flirting, dabi being a lovesick mess

summary: dabi doesn't know love. doesn't know tenderness. he doesn't dare seek it out, always denying himself the one thing he's afraid he won't be able to get enough of once he's had a taste. but you - oh, you - you're too intriguing to not get a little too close.

Silence is its own form of violence. 

Silence has a way of consuming Todoroki Touya’s heart and swallowing him whole. Silence, to him, is as loud as the infinite rage burning at the core of his heart, the one that hollows out the space between his ribs and leaves him bare. Even though he died years ago, silence is the one thing that eats away at his soul and spits it back up, exposing him to the rawness, the viciousness of his untamed emotions. It renders him unguarded. Naked. So utterly, laughably vulnerable. 

It only makes sense that Dabi likes to avoid silence.