Sparklylanddetective - You Don't Know How Much I Miss You.

due to inflation you must answer my riddles five

plagued with thoughts of giving suguru head for the first time. laying between his legs or being on your knees while he sits back with a soft smile on his face as he caresses your cheek. him asking if you’re okay, if you you’re sure about it. playfully asking him not to tease you though you know he wouldn’t, at least not now. telling him you’re nervous because it’s been a while as a smile pushed your cheeks up.

“what if you don’t like it? what if it’s bad?” you said.

suguru grinned a little more. “then i’ll have to teach you,” he said, even though he knew this was far from your first time sucking dick.

you nuzzled into him shyly as he watched your expression drop and your eyelids flutter. they went blank, all warm and hazy with his scent in your nose. a new yet familiar look colored your face.

“you’re not nervous. you just want to be good, don’t you, baby?” suguru said gently.

heat filled your cheeks. your stomach fluttered.

you nodded and chanced a look at his eyes, a hand stroking his dick through his sweats. he lifted your chin.

“say it.” his voice was firmer than before, brows slightly pulled in, but his eyes were kind.

“i wanna be good, suguru. wanna be your good girl.”

“go on,” he replied. “you can do it.”

he watched as you untied the waistband and pulled his sweats down. the monster he had between his legs was barely contained by his boxer briefs. his cock flopped up onto his stomach with a quiet thud, the tip red and leaking onto dark, soft hair just above his belly button. you let out a sigh at the sight; a shiver slipped down your neck as thoughts of him raced through your head. your eyes met his through pretty lashes between chaste kisses along his length.

he ran a hand over your head. “it’s okay. show me what you want.”

you licked a long stripe on his cock from base to tip with the flat of your tongue and spat into your hand before giving it a few strokes. you swirled your tongue around the tip and took him in your mouth, jaw wide to accommodate his thickness. shyness quickly melted away into need as you sucked and stroked, a groan on his lips that made you whimper.

suguru’s grin returned, playful this time. fuck, he loved being right. “that’s it, angel. don’t stop. you’re such a good girl for me. my good girl.”

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Fem Izuku burst into tears during PMS because Aizawa was lying unevenly on the floor in a sleeping bag.

sometimes the media was a bit invasive when it came to izuku’s personal life. it wasn’t surprising considering he was the number one hero, you knew what you were getting into the moment you started dating him, the moment you accepted the rather large diamond ring he presented you. but still, all eyes on him, and now in turn on you, made being out in public a bit stressful. izuku midoriya was a touchy man, his hands liked to roam, firm squeezes on your waist, playful taps on your ass, and all you could think about was how some magazine would hear about his obsession with pda. but it was nice to know he never feared your relationship being seen, he couldn’t care less what anyone thought of him slipping his tongue in his wife’s mouth for a kiss goodbye, or when he showed off your hickeys and claw marks at the gym.

he always became a bit snippy with journalists who were nothing less than disrespectful, asking him questions like whether or not you were fit to stand by his side or his least favorite, ‘how is your lady friend doing these days, deku?’

“my wife is doing just fine, thank you.”

there were so many pictures of him leaving shops with bouquets of flowers on his way home, or of him smiling boyishly with his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder. he always included your name in speeches, flirty comments always making you blush on the sidelines, in shock at how he could always be so blunt in front of all these people.

“there she is,” he’d point you out in the front row, seated between his friends who were also watching him accept his award, or making a statement on what he plans to do within the community, “give them a spin, honey. show them what i get to come home to.”

and jeez, his face shows innocence to anyone who doesn’t know him personally, but you know he’s undressing you with his eyes. if he’s in a particularly amped up mood, he might even lead you away from the crowd to a tucked away restroom or hurry you to the backseat of his car because ‘you just look so sweet cheering me on.’ but the cameras are always on him and when a picture gets out of his palm against the fogged up window of his sports car, you’re overly embarrassed.

“izu…” you all but whine, pointing at the picture that made front cover, a new scandal to be mused over.”

“if those prissy reporters want to write about me fucking my wife…i don’t think that’s our issue my love.”

“it’s crude. everyone at work is talking about it. i don’t want to seem like a whore.”

he sighs softly, thumbing at the pout in your lips, “i’ll try to be more restrained. i’ll talk to my publicity team to try to get it taken down, but don’t stress about it.”

you nod, looking down at the picture, mentally beating yourself for how your stomach flipped at the memory of him rearranging your insides just outside of a venue. it was a lewd feeling to think he was so pussy whipped he’d risk getting caught, knowing his status amongst the people.

“you’re insatiable, izu.”

he only chuckles, “just think of all the essays about our sex life that will be written when i finally put a kid in you.”

you’d never leave the house again at this point, you think as you go wide eyed at his statement.

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like hook me up to an iv of his cum or something I can’t take this anymore I need him

trying to boycott sonic 3 really feels like being the only one wearing a mask in the grocery store rn.

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choso

link - fuckng choso during movie nigh | sub choso link - choso fucks your tits in bed link - cums on your tits link - giving choso a hj after a bad day | sub choso link - eating you out

sukuna

link - sukuna 'going easy' on you link - in his domain link - "takin it real deep, huh?" link - " you can take it" link - " spoiled girl.." link - "you can take more than that, human"

gojo

link / link - riding gojo link - "you're on birth control, right?" link - "long day at work satoru?" | sub gojo link - "pls let me have it baby" | sub gojo link - " sweet boy" | sub gojo link - someone's house party!

suguru

link - pus eating link - guided pussy eating link - "ya feel me ma?" link - tit sucking link - lazy link - make it quick

toji

link - ride ! link - "lose the attitude." link - early morning? link - breakfast in bed link - tease ! link - ones enough!

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With all of the bad things going on in the world I give you: good rich person bakugou.

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Bakugou who uses family wealth for good. In an effort to be more hero like, he strolls down the streets of Mustafu giving home cooked food to the homeless in the street.

Bakugou who uses at least two weekends a month to donate time to a soup kitchen near UA. With all of the inflation and animosity in the world, he gives back the only way he knows how: acts of service.

Bakugou who gains a rapport with the locals simply by checking in. Asking one of the regulars he checks in on how her sick son is doing with the medicine he paid for.

Bakugou who was raised by his mother to never make fun of those less monetarily fortunate.

Bakugou who goes out of his way to defend those being picked on for reasons out of their control; picking up trash near makeshift homes, going to protests of anti homeless laws, and starting arguments with assholes in the street that make jokes.

Bakugou is too observant for his own good, noticing one of the boys he always sees in the park wearing clothes a little too small on his little frame. Who sneakily sparks a conversation and discreetly slips a note and some money into the boys pocket to not embarrass his family.

I don't get on so social media much to just, share, but I guess thats what this is? Do you ever just, feel such an intense desire to be somewhere else? Some where different? Where you think everything will turn out better than where you are? That's super vague but like, I feel like I want a person that I can tell everything to. My deepest desires and fears and passions. Someone I can be completely selfish with. I want a best friend that would follow me to the ends of the Earth. I want that kind of bond with someone.