GET KOSA TRENDING.

may i have aizawa or todoroki where they're in a meeting and the reader is controlling the vibrator in their hole 👉👈 (also can I be 🍦 anon as well?)

Of course you may! Aizawa’s came to mind first, but I’ll be sure to also post Todoroki’s later this week, so your sin is multiplied. And yes, you can! 𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙, 🍦 anon (๑˘︶˘๑)

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; aizawa shouta

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 2.0k,

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; sex toy (vibrating butt plug), public sex, slight exhibitionism, implied humiliation kink, implied degradation kink, implied bondage, implied edging, cursing, dom!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; gender-neutral reader, Aizawa wanted to impress you, sidekick is a voyeur, Aizawa suffering to not show he’s actually a bottom is beautiful.

𝖁𝖎𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖊.

“Don’t you dare think about it.”

He shakily grumbles to you, closing his eyes momentarily as he tries to compose himself again, crossing his arms to make himself seem unbothered. After all, it’s not every day he’s wearing a vibrating buttplug in public.

“Dare think about what, Eraserhead?” The CEO of some hero agency’s voice asked curiously.

Shit. Now everyone is looking at him. Why is he even wearing this thing?

Oh right.

Before the impromptu meeting about some tip of the whereabouts of another underground drug trafficking ring, he was in the middle of preparing a… surprise for you, when you came back home from wherever you went. But you somehow found out beforehand, because you showed him how the control was in your possession after you caught up with him in the hallway on your way to the same meeting.

So here he is, wearing a promised ‘super intense’ vibrations, black silicone with a matching ‘diamond’ butt plug under his luckily loose hero outfit. 

Grunting to subtly clear his voice and keep it steady, he looks back at the addressing man.

“You want to simply use us to continue patrolling the same areas everyone else seemed to map out already. That-”

You interrupt his answer by turning up the intensity a bit, knowing it’s most definitely poking at his sensitive spot by now. You’ve seen his sly attempts of shifting and adjustment. You’re humming, looking over at him to see how his mouth has clamped shut but his lips are trembling. His body’s rigid, tense, and his back has straightened up considerably. You’re pretty sure you heard him moan lowly.

“Eraserhead?” The man asked again, raising an eyebrow at the sudden loss of words while the room falls silent- shit, they can’t know about the vibrator! Aizawa doesn’t even know how loud it is, he only cleaned it and skipped the trial part.

Swallowing harshly, he hopes his voice isn’t going to betray him and is loud enough to cover up the mysterious buzzing. You aren’t going to be nice with this apparently.

“Th-that we should begin the next s-step…” Never mind, guess his voice fucking hates him and his train of thought.

“I’ll, uh, take that into consideration, and I suppose it could lessen…” and whatever is said after that leaves Aizawa´s focus as you increase the vibrations again, making his thighs want to match the speed and his mind suddenly scream at him to ‘keep yourself composed.’

A vibrator is nothing new.

A butt plug is nothing new.

A vibrating butt plug is new, and doing it in public during an important fucking meeting is making him feel a lot that it’s overwhelming him.

You aren’t even going to let him think or compose himself as you move a little closer to his side, acting like you’re paying attention to what the others are saying, before pinching his inner thigh. 

No one’s paying attention to you two anymore and are starting to get loud, and you wanted him to see that before you murmur.

“Thank you for the gift. I’ll make sure to use it to its full potential.” Now that has him suddenly praying for whichever higher celestial being is there to hear him to please, please, please not let anyone catch on to what’s going to happen.

So, you turn the vibration up a few more settings, holding back a laugh of amusement as he jerks violently in his chair and your hand finds itself trapped between his quivering, muscular thighs, that soon enough begin bouncing as he tries to find purchase on something, anything. His hands gripping the fabric covering his arms isn’t helping. Leaning forward to rest an elbow on the table and resting his forehead on his palm, he uses his other free hand to wrap around your wrist near him because the feeling of your skin touching him always keeps him grounded. Surely this doesn’t look suspicious.

To anyone who would be looking, it just looks like you’re trying to not let the unnecessary noise get to him, but really he’s desperately whispering “slow down, s-slow down!” as he tries swallowing any other embarrassing noise that should only be heard in the bedroom, and soon enough gripping your wrist harder, trying to make your trapped hand touch his aching bulge, twitching for attention.

A strangled whine escapes his dried throat, and that catches the attention of some random sidekick nearby. And when you turn the toy off, Aizawa huffs in disappointment before glaring over at the younger male. It’s enough to have the sidekick smile awkwardly before turning away, feigning ignorance to whatever he might’ve heard.

Now that the coast is quickly cleared, you lean in to swiftly ‘fix’ his weapon and with a hush tell him not to “let anyone know” before turning up the intensity again, this time making sure it’s at the highest the small machine can offer.

Remember when he said he was promised it to be ‘super intense’? He regrets it. He really, really regrets it.

He quickly tries grabbing whatever part of his binding cloth is closest with his mouth to help gag, at least muffle, his sharp cry of your name, gritting his teeth as he tries not to be louder than the debate happening. But with the tip of the butt plug pressing really hard onto his prostate, he can’t help jerking his hips forward and back while letting out airy whines of anything yet nothing.

You’re just watching his reactions, drinking in every slip of noise he makes. You know he’s going to slip up sooner or later, with the way his hips are slowly losing control and his legs are twitching too much to not pass off as suspicious.

Even his cute whines are becoming wanton moans of your name, the binding cloth being forgotten as he loses concentration. He can feel how wet his boxers are, how sticky they feel against his hardened member that twitches on tempo with his thighs. He needs you to touch him there. Please, please, please.

“Pl-please?” He exhales shakily, choking on a small groan as your right hand wiggles around to free itself from his weakening grip.

Before you could answer, you hear someone call his name. Quickly turning off the toy, your left hand lets go of the control in your pocket as you place it on his forehead.

“Eraserhead, are you alright?” The same man from earlier asked. You wonder why he’s so attentive.

“No, sir. He seems to be picking up a fever.” You finish with a worried expression morphing onto your face.

“Oh, then he should go home-”

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but it’s best if he stays. He wouldn’t have come if you’re just gonna send him home.”

You’re so clever, knowing how to justify his loose composure and charm the head prohero behind this mission. He would’ve continued mentally praising it, but he was rudely interrupted since you decided to turn the toy back on to the highest setting.

“O-Oh shiiiiit.” He hisses, opening his legs as he just accepts and welcomes this sensation. This is definitely out of his usual character, but having this butt plug thing tease him for hours, even when off, it was enough to keep him horny and just be ready to satisfy the ache in his dick and the burning desire running throughout his body.

Hell, he’ll even call you whatever you want if it means you’ll let him cum sometime soon so he can pay attention to what’s going on.

Who cares if he’ll walk around with sticky cum on his thighs or leaking through to his pants. That’s the good thing about wearing black.

You eventually decreased the speed so that it’s at a somewhat safe setting, not wanting to overwhelm him so soon after covering his ass, but also to see how long this could drag. He did say it was your gift, so let’s take it to its fullest potential.

Hours passed since you’ve had this toy buzzing inside of him, and even if he’s supposed to feel grateful, he feels more frustration than gratitude. Sure, you’re being considerate, that way he was able to properly take part and become a little more attentive with the meeting, but his painful erection and oversensitive prostate would love to oppose.

Luckily, the meeting looks like it's coming to an end, and even with his occasional hiccupped whines and hushed moans, you’ve grown bored of such constant reactions and you’re missing his outstanding earlier performance. Surely nothing bad is going to happen; he’s put off his ‘fever’ for so long.

It’s time to help him. Pity he’s talking right now.

“So, we’ll send these g-guys... fuck.” Aizawa whispered the last part, twitching with the sudden increase of the speed.

“What was that?”

Just as he was going to reply, you finished increasing up to the last setting once more, humming curiously while the same ‘worried’ expression from before appeared on your face.

His face is completely red, whether in shame, embarrassment, in flushed pleasure, who knows. His eyes are quivering as his brain tries to register the overwhelming intensity of the vibrations, and he thinks he can even feel it in his brain.

He quickly dismisses whatever he was going to say with a singular hand motion, sliding his notes towards you so that you can finish sharing his idea to the others before they turn their eyes on someone else.

Even if the attention isn’t on him anymore, he can’t help but like the idea that they already know what’s going on, with the way the same sidekick from before is also blushing and seems fidgety. He’s trying so hard not to rub himself against your pliant hand, which you never finished slipping away, but he’s so, so sure if he does feel you, he’ll just sob.

It’s too much.

“T-too mu-uch. T-turn i-it down- augh.” He’s trying his best to whisper, but really he’s so overwhelmed he dumbly moans it out into your ear.

You shake your head, ‘accidentally’ brushing your fingertips over his bulge. If only this toy had another setting, maybe that would help make him shameless.

His eyes and throat are burning, shame eating away at his stomach before being overcome slowly by the need to cum. Has he always been this dirty? This easy to let defile? No, god no, but with you he can’t help it. Why else would he have bought a ‘super intense’ black silicone with a matching ‘diamond’ butt plug? It’s obvious he wanted to show it off, be a good boy for you, to treat you right.

So, seeing how you don’t want to turn it down and kind of going against your words of not letting anyone know, this is what you truly want, right? Him not-so-quietly and not-so-nonchalantly lose control over everything going on, with the slight exception of his breathing, while you continue to expose him like this to an uninterested crowd. Maybe he would like a crowd to watch him and mock him? Maybe call him a slut while giggling about how disgusting he is? Being tied up and strapped with a bunch of more vibrators all over his body? Being covered in so much cum he’s too dirty to be touched by anyone?

His grip with himself is loosening and his hips are trying to chase after your fingers or try to grind down some more onto the butt plug. Combining his growing need with his shameless fantasy, he couldn’t warn you properly, or himself, before he abruptly cums hard in his pants, a sob of “please” muffled by  your quick right hand and the one with the remote lowers the speed so it helps ride out his unexpected high and not hurt him. 

The only thing is, that you forget just how long his orgasms can last with just butt play. It’s a toe curling, leg shaking, dick exploding orgasm. It’s enough to suddenly make you wonder if he’ll be able to walk on stable legs.

The meeting ends with everyone confirming all conclusions while you’re whispering sweet affirmations and praises into his ear, pressing your palm harder onto his mouth with every other sob of your name, shameless dumb moaning and the occasional hiccups of gratitude.

Now, how to bribe the poor horny sidekick who has been not-so-secretly watching this whole ordeal into staying quiet?

Was thinking about Deacon yesterday and became possessed by a spectre or perhaps some kind of demon that compelled me to draw this.

This is technically a WIP, I intend to eventually finish the background and colour it properly but I like this version too

SOUTH PARK MASTERLIST

It may not be mentioned on all the writings, but every character is aged up for NSFW content!!

Kyle Broflovski

Kyle x reader NSFW headcanons

Kyle x apathetic, reader headcanons

Kyle x reader before dating headcanons 

What it’s like hiding from yandere Kyle

Kyle’s yandere laugh

 Kyle x reader kissing headcanons

Yandere Kyle x reader nsfw headcanons

Kyle x reader holding hands imagine

Kyle x reader horny in public headcanons

Kyle x Christian, reader oneshot

Kyle x reader confession headcanons

Kyle x reader cuddling headcanons

Kyle x reader first time headcanons

Kyle x insomniac, reader headcanons

Kyle x reader general headcanons

Stan Marsh

Stan x reader NSFW headcanons

What it’s like hiding from yandere Stan

Stan x reader kissing headcanons

Yandere stan x reader nsfw oneshot

Stan x reader holding hands imagine 

Stan x reader horny in public headcanons

Stan x reader confession headcanons

Stan x reader cuddling headcanons

Stan x reader first time headcanons

Stan x insomniac, reader headcanons

Kenny McCormick

Kenny x reader NSFW headcanons

What it’s like hiding from yandere Kenny

Mysterion x reader headcanons

Yandere, kenny x reader headcanons 

Kenny x reader kissing headcanons

Kenny x reader general headcanons 

Kenny x reader holding hands imagine 

Kenny x reader horny in public headcanons

Kenny x reader x Tweek x Craig poly headcanons

Kenny x reader x Mysterion headcanons

Yandere Mysterion x reader headcanons

Kenny x reader confession headcanons

Kenny x reader cuddling headcanons

Kenny x reader x Tweek x Craig comforting headcanons

Yandere, Mysterion x reader smut oneshot

Kenny x reader first time headcanons

Kenny x insomniac, reader headcanons

Craig Tucker

Pastor Craig x succubus reader x imp Tweek park one

Craig x reader NSFW headcanons 

Craig x reader kissing headcanons

Craig x reader holding hands imagine 

Craig x reader horny in public headcanons

Craig x Tweek x reader x Kenny poly headcanons

Craig x reader cuddling headcanons

Craig x reader general headcanons

Craig x Tweek x reader x Kenny comforting headcanons

Yandere Craig x reader headcanons with NSFW

Craig x reader first time headcanons

Tweek Tweak

Pastor craig x succubus reader x imp Tweek part one

Tweek x reader NSFW headcanons

Imp Tweek x reader summoning oneshot 

Imp Tweek x reader headcanons 

Tweek x reader kissing headcanons 

Tweek x careless, distracted reader headcanons

Yandere tweek x reader nsfw headcanons 

Tweek x reader holding hands imagine 

Tweek x reader horny in public headcanons

Tweek x apathetic, reader headcanons

Tweek x Craig x reader x Kenny poly headcanons

Tweek x reader cuddling headcanons

Tweek x reader general headcanons

Tweek x Craig x reader x Kenny comforting headcanons

Leopold Butters Stotch

Butters x reader before dating headcanons

Butters x reader NSFW headcanons

Butters x reader kissing headcanons 

Butters x reader general headcanons

Butters x reader cuddling head canons

Butters x reader first time headcanons

Butters x insomniac, reader headcanons

Clyde Donavan

Clyde x reader NSFW headcanons 

Clyde x reader holding hands imagine

Clyde x apathetic, reader headcanons

Clyde x reader cuddling headcanons

Clyde x reader general headcanons

Scott Malkinson

Scott x sweet, patient reader headcanons

Scott x reader general headcanons

Jimmy Valmer

Jimmy x reader before dating headcanons

Jimmy x reader general headcanons

Damien Thorn

Damien x distracted, reader headcanons 

Eric Cartman

Eric x reader before dating headcanons 

Eric x reader NSFW headcanons

Eric x reader horny in public headcanons

Eric x reader confession headcanons

Eric x reader cuddling headcanons

Eric x insomniac, reader headcanons

Goth kids

Goth kids x reader that wears black

Goth kids x reader NSFW headcanons

Token Black

Token x tired, reader

Toke x reader cuddling headcanons

Wendy Testaburger

Wendy x nonbinary lesbian 

Heidi Turner

Heidi x nonbinary lesbian

Bebe Stevens 

Bebe x nonbinary lesbian

(original post) thanks kiibo

Very important jobs that are ignored in the fallout universe:

These are professions which have been historically used in western cultures - especially british and american - and thus there would be plentiful data able to be found in historical texts on how to at least start the process. Historical reenactment has always been a hobby and entire villages stand as living museums and have since the 50's -- so it's probable in the fallout universe that these things exsist. Especially on the east coast where fo3 and fo4 take place.

Cobbler - relies on skills of multiple other mentioned jobs; tanner, leatherworker, woodworker and often have at least rudimentary skill in said tasks to be more self sufficient.

Leathworker - belts, bags, decor, clothing, animal tack, they can specialize or multiskill.

Tanner - different job than leather working. They actually make the leather for the others to use.

Potter - pots and clayware. Not a confusing thing to understand why theyd be great. Clay is a resource that is reusable, and I'll go on a limb with this but --- not one of the depleted resources that was involved in the war.

Woodworker - so. Many. Things. From clothespins to Furniture. Plates and bowls, tools, shoe lasts, entertainment. Renewable resource.

Sewists - they make clothes and clothing patterns.

Weaver - they weave fibers, animal or plant, into fabric for sewists and cobblers, rugs and blankets. So many things.

Blacksmith - makes metal stuff, from tableware to door latches. Tools, horse shoe blanks, buckles, nails, grommets, and yes we can branch into weaponsmithing but im literally talking nuts and bolts not armor and cleavers.

Knifesmith - often is also the blacksmith, but makes your everyday use tools and utensils. Cleavers, chefs knives, hatchet, machete. Can make weaponry but typically works with the everyday items.

Miller - take grains, turn them i to flour. Now can make food stuffs.

Sheerer - yes, back in ye old times just like today people with wooly animals hired a specialist to come sheer them.

Ferrier - yes for some reason the only farm animal to survive is the cow. This is dumb, and is ignored for much preferred fannon. Also, even cows can use the care of foot specialists. Youtube has so many channels about care of commercial scale cow feets.

The list continues, but these are just like.. my basic "what every region needs at least one of." And by region, I mean every 3-5 settlement span. Of course, that number varies as well, depending on innumerable variables.

Anyway. People need to look to the past, further than just the 20-21st century to get an idea of what would be needed to help the fallout apoc wasteland thrive.

I don't wanna be weird but semi based on the comments he makes about assaultrons, I think Nick's type in women is ones who look like they could pick him up by his scruff like a cat. This applies to men as well but like... Buff women hit him different, and HUGE HUGE bonus points if they're taller than him. Basically if they look like they could grab him by his limbs and yank him apart, he's going to have a crunch on them

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I used to be under the impression that if Taka felt like he was cornered he would absolutely fight his way out but now I'm not sure if he has it in him to hit anyone outside of sparring. I kind of just think even though he could thrash the majority of people in a fight, he would rather take a punch than risk breaking a school rule and defend himself. And even then he would probably apologize profusely if he thought he had hurt someone, even if he hadn't.

Also, I don't know if this is controversial but I think he came into Hope's Peak completely unwilling to spar with a girl. It was only when he met and sparred with Sakura, Hina, Akane, Mukuro, etc in gym class and after school activities that he had the realization "oh, wait, women aren't actually that fragile and I can fight them in a controlled environment without breaking them" after he was beaten in many many sparring matches.

Even then, he only agreed to spar with them after so much convincing that it nearly didn't happen. And he did it gently and had watering eyes if he so much as tapped them too aggressively. By the end of the year he knew the score and fought them as equals. In fact, he really enjoys fighting Sakura, in the same way he enjoys challenging Celeste's luck by playing board games with her. If anything by the end of the school year he's more gung ho about fighting the girls than the other boys in the class.

I don't know if it's a mentality given to him by his grandfather, his moral compass being skewed in the slightly wrong direction, the fact he's scared he might be accused of something if he touches them, or the fact he never interacted with a girl in depth before Hope's Peak, but this HC basically boils down to he drank too much respect women juice and accidentally became patronisingly sexist until he had it (affectionately) beaten out of him by powerful women.

"dont die" is my favorite thing to tell people when they say theyre gonna go do something. going to the store? dont die. going to the bathroom? don't die. going to Mars? don't die. going to write an email? don't die. driving to the gas station? don't die. it fits every situation except for maybe a funeral visitation because then i think thatd be a little bit rude