Senku Ishigami and his libido that only shows itself when he’s doing lowkey unethical experiments. Imagine him getting all worked up bc of the adrenaline of a dangerous situation AND doing it with the person he loves with the same vigor???
If he ever met someone who was just as freaky about science as he is they’d be like a match made in hell.
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"Stop! What the hells are you doing?" Faelyn screamed as the goblin taunted the man with the club. The goblin told her he was looking for information.
"Please, I don't know anything," the man pleaded.
"Now why don't I believe you?" sneered the goblin.
He raised the club once more, but Faelyn grabbed hold of it before he could swing.
"Go," she commanded. "Join in the celebrations outside. I'll make short work of this fool." When the goblin complained, she sauntered over to the brazier and picked up the poker. The tip glowed in reds and oranges. "Did I hear you say you wished to join your little friend here?"
The goblin stuttered a meager apology before stalking away while muttering about being left out of the 'fun'.
Turning back to the restrained man, Faelyn asked if he was Liam. The man nodded, but kept his eyes on the poker.
"I'm not here to hurt you, Liam. I'm going to let you free, but..." Her eyes lowered to a gaping wound on the man's side. "I have to stop the bleeding first. Before the man could say anything, Faelyn touched the tip of the poker to his skin. Tears streamed down as he screamed. A moment later, she pulled the poker away and threw it to the ground. She called Astarion to make short work of the lock holding Liam to the rack.
"Well, I think..." Astarion began but Faelyn interrupted him.
"Astarion," she barked the name like a command. "Now," she added through gritted teeth.
"Alright. Alright," said Astarion. "No need to get snippy about it."
He picked the lock in seconds and the man collapsed into Faelyn's arms. She helped lower him to the ground as she apologised.
A story about the rangers apprentice characters and my OC. If you want to read the whole thing there will be a link.
C!Halt: Blerb why are you staring at me?
C!Blerb: (Wild grin) It’s your birthday!!!!
C!Halt: how did you find out the date of my creation?!
C!Blerb: shut up we’re going to celebrate!
C!Halt: no.
C!Blerb: (starts singing) Happy birthday!
C!Halt: shut
C!Blerb: there is sorrow in the air!
C!Halt: ???
C!Blerb: people dying everywhere!!!
C!Halt: (actually I kinda like this)
C!Blerb: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
C!Halt: grumbled grumbled grumble
C!Gilan: aw he likes it
C!Halt: (defenestrates Gilan)
C!Blerb: (hands c!Halt ă present) before you open it, this isnt ă joke about your age. I know you’ve gone undercover pretending to be an old hobo, don’t deny it. so I saw one of these and thought it’d be useful.
C!Halt: (glares suspiciously, opens the present. It’s a knife disguised as a rickity cane. When sheathed there is no way to tell it’s actually a concealed weapon)
Also c!halt: (touched but trying to hide it) who funded this?
C!Blerb: erm, you know that allowance you gave me for my writing and art? Yeah I saved it and made due with home made materials. I mean I was specially taught how to forage art supplies from the wild. They aren’t as good, but they worked well enough.
C!Halt: … (turns away and says gruffly) well then I guess you won’t need that allowance if you are just going to spend it on other things. (But there’s a ghost of a smile)
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This idea has been in my brain for a minute and I need to get it out. Lowkey embarrassed by how much Toji smut I read this year (I don't go here) but I'm glad to try his character out again.
CW: toxic af friendship, possessive Toji, downbad reader, no use of y/n, smut, mdni, fem
Toxicbf!Toji who you knew for years and just teased you for being too good for the world while he did whatever to get by and then some.
Toxicbf!Toji who always shows up late at your place when he needed to crash somewhere and knew that you would never say no to him. He'd offer to keep your bed warm and help you sleep.
Toxicbf!Toji who never paid you for eating your food or using up most of your hot water with money, but laid between your thighs for hours saying how your sweet nectar was his favorite dessert.
Toxicbf!Toji who always said how "This pussy belongs to him," and say you're his "good girl" but wouldn't mind going out and finding other women to chase and beds to join.
Toxicbf!Toji who knew the real reason why you didn't have a boyfriend and only grunted when you said you cancelled a date last minute because you weren't "feeling the vibes anymore." It was fine with him.
Toxicbf!Toji who somehow got a girlfriend but still hung out with you from time to time because you guys were besties and go way back. It's what friends do.
Toxicbf!Toji who shows up the night after he and his girlfriend decided to make their relationship 'open', so he's pushing you against the wall, marking you up, and telling you how much he missed his favorite pussy ever.
Toxicbf!Toji who makes you promise that you haven't considered a guy the whole time he's been with his girl before he even gives you finger to stretch you.
Toxicbf!Toji who will deny it if you ever brought it up the next morning how he whispered 'I love you's while inches deep and lied to himself about how wasn't going to get rid of the other girl when all really wanted was you.
~~~
Messy. Naughty. Sexy.
Don't let anyone treat you like this irl! Toji just has good dick privileges.
Let's set the scene: Mouse on all fours, Four Times Frankie coming in from behind
All the #FrankieThots wanna know, what sound does Frankie's delicious tummy make as he's smacking into his princess?
To Nonnie, Love Beefro
oooooooooooooooooo you bad for this, Nonnie!
What would it sound like? Are we talking Frankie as is.... or Frankie full? Because, baby, that makes a world of difference.
Love,
Beefro 👌🥩💜
Frankie was just finishing his favourite: lasagna. His belly was full - almost too full - and big. You watched him take the last bite and then sit back with a huff.
"Oh, Mouse... baby....", he suppressed a burp, "That was... oof.", he says with a smile.
"Yeah? Think I deserve an award?", you cooed from across the table, pushing your arms together to enhance your cleavage.
He looked at you, and despite his achingly full, heavy belly, he looked hungry.
"Think you do, princess.", his voice low as his eyes stick to your chest.
*****
Frankie's words had you naked on your bed embarrassingly quick, as you were desperate for him; he moved slower as his heavy tummy needed it. He walked into your room, saw you ready for him and groaned as he removed his clothing.
"My princess is so needy...", he crooned as he moved towards the bed. "But baby... you know I can't get on top right now..."
He motioned his hands to tell you to turn over. You played dumb. You wanted - no, needed - to hear him tell you how full he was.
"Why, Frankie?", you pouted, laying back and opening your naked cunt to him.
"Oh, princess... no pouting.", he purred, nodding at you, and his hands held and shook his belly. "Baby, you know what you did... got me too full, making me fat... so roll over, princess. Don't make me tell you again."
You waited until his eyebrows raised at you in warning. "Princess. Roll. Over."
You smiled at him and slowly began to roll over; you heard his impatient sigh.
"Don't be cute, princess... I'm not feeling patient tonight...", he growled at you, and you could feel your core dripping, begging to be ripped into. "You're being pretty fucking bratty for someone who wants their reward..."
As soon as you got into position, he was behind you with hands on your hips, yanking you to the edge of the bed.
*****
He was pounding into you, his belly smacking into you with every thrust, making a deliciously thick slap with every contact that broke through your moans and cries and his grunts and pants. You loved the sound it made and the feeling of it slamming into you; you loved knowing the exertion he had to make to get the momentum up to make it slap that hard.
You came first and he followed soon after. He slide out of you and flopped hard onto your bed, panting, his big belly moving up and down.
You crawled up next to him and began to massage his tummy, and plant little kisses over his middle, listening to the sounds his angry belly made in protest of the aggressive movements he'd put it through.
He huffed a laugh, his hand running through your hair. "Fuck, baby, I'm full."