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i like to imagine Izuku peaking over your shoulder while your on your laptop one day to find that you are playing the sims. He would wonder when you started playing since you never mentioned any interest in playing computer games like he occasionally does. Izuku spots two avatars that look very eerily like the both of you.

“Is that us Baby?” He asks innocently. The man notices the rise in your shoulders as if you were caught doing something scandalous.

“Yes?” You answered meekly. Hoping he doesn’t notice all the green haired children running around the house that you spent three hours building.

He does.

“Six huh?” He’s cocky now, his breath fanning down your warm neck.

“Let me live I just want to know what they would look like.”

Izuku hums and places a warm kiss on your cheek. He leans back up and heads towards the front door on his way to an appointment.

“I’m thinking eight, not six.”

gf that sends selfies x bf that sends back a picture showing how hard he is

Imagine:

Being part of The Croods and Guy liking you.

Guy is honestly one of the cutest animated guys ever. How could I not make an imagine about him?

(Y/N) juggled the shell that Guy gave him with some rocks. He heard someone sneaking up behind him.

"Don't." He heard someone breath out.

"Wow. You're really good." Guy chuckled, getting into pace with him.

"Thanks." He replied, letting the rocks drop. Guy glanced at Belt.

"How'd you learn to juggle?"

"Juggle?"

"Yeah. It's what you were doing. Tossing things." Guy explained hurriedly. (Y/N) hummed, giving him the shell back.

"Keep it. You seem to like it." Guy smiled. (Y/N) glanced at him.

"You're cute, you know. Eep called you a boar." (Y/N) told him, smiling at the memory.

"Yeah, she was really scary." Guy mumbled.

"I'm guessing as the oldest you're the most laidback?" Guy looked at him. (Y/N) shrugged.

"I'm not like Thunk who's scared of everything or Eep who's curious.. Sandy is a wild animal." (Y/N) chuckled.

"I guess I'm laidback."

"I like it. It's cute like you." Guy said, nervously.

"Was that a.. 'joke'?" (Y/N) asked. Guy shook his head.

"A compliment."

"What's that?" (Y/N) tilted his head.

"When you say something nice.. About someone. I was trying to flirt with you but..." Guy sighed.

"Flirt? What's that?" Guy squeaked as Eep poked her head between them.

"It's um... When you like someone so you try to uh, get them to like you back." Guy's voice got higher towards the end of his sentence. Eep blinked and stepped away. (Y/N) chuckled.

"I like you too, Guy."

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We haven’t had bread for days… The war on Gaza continues, the blockade is suffocating us, and bakeries have completely shut down. The situation is beyond tragic—children, families, everyone is starving. We need every voice, every bit of support, every share to make the world hear our cry. Please don’t ignore our suffering.

It's not possible for a good person to have 100 billion dollars.

In order to have 100 billion dollars, one would have to have previously had 99 billion.

And someone with 99 billion dollars already has orders of magnitude more than they could ever use in a lifetime.

Past a certain point, the only thing money can give someone is power. And in order for someone who's already past that point to get wealthier, they'd have to already have power and try to get more.

It's not possible to be a good person and do that. It doesn't matter if it's from "hard work". If you already have more than you can possibly use, it's unethical to try to get more. It's actually worse for it to be from "hard work". If "hard work" is what made someone that rich, that means they actively put effort into exploiting others for power. If it's easier to help others and you choose to jump through hoops in order to calculate how to be selfish anyway, then you don't have a good bone in your body.

hi hi !! :3 first off ur new theme is soo so cute!! n for your valentines event i wanted to send in one for satoru + an amusement park date as the gift !! you can make it sweet or spicy but i don’t have a specific kink in mind for it so that’s free range for ya ehehe

⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡. — SATORU GOJO. swipe spicy: high on you.

about. boom, it’s a match! satoru gojo has always come up with creative ways to celebrate the most romantic day of the year. this time, he decides to make things a little naughtier atop a ferris wheel ride ( 1.4K ).

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, established relationships, fingering, public sex, exhibitionism, also ik ferris wheels don’t exist at amusement parks shuddap!! fem!reader.

・:〃⤥ bumble date, swipe right event !

every valentine’s day you’ve spent with satoru has been unique. different. 

for your first, he’d filled every corner of your apartment with every type of flower he could possible find because he wasn’t sure what type was your favourite (he was too nervous to ask). for the second, he’d rented out an entire aquarium for you to walk through and dragging him through each exhibition with pure unfiltered joy. for the Valentine’s Day that he had proposed — your third or fourth, satoru had rented a plane that carried the message ‘will you marry me?’ to fly over your rooftop dinner date. you’d said yes, of course, and every day with satoru since had been a wild ride. 

even now, years into your life together, he remained just as crafty and as adventurous as satoru’s gojo had always been. 

“s-satoru!” you squeal needily, tucking your face into your lover’s shoulder in a weak attempt to muffle your weak cries and trembling voice. “‘toru please. n-not here. n-not now,” you add when his slender and inquisitive fingers dip past the waistband of your jeans and the scalloped edge of your cotton panties. he’s been like this all day, feeling you up in line for different rides, licking the sugar from your fingers outside overpriced concessions stands dotted across the amusement park he'd taken you to. and now, satoru’s ravenousness has come to a head — with him trying to finger fuck you at the top of the ferris wheel. “p-people are around!” 

while typically a romantic spot to watch the world go by, the white haired man has his heart set on making you squirm and cry at the highest peak of the ride. “that’s what makes this all the more fun, right baby?” his digits flex under the rough denim of your jeans in an attempt to get a feel for your wetness all while  gojo whispers sinful words against the shell of your ear — hot breath cascading down the back of your neck and sending shivers down your spine. “relax for me, we’re too high up for anyone to notice. let me make you feel good, yeah?”

your hips buck down against your lover’s hand for a taste of friction — chasing the blistering hot sensation that spreads through your lower tummy once his fingertips come into contact with your swelling, pulsating clit. the very notion of your body succumbing to a few of gojo’s simple touches has him chuckling breathily in your ear, his voice an octave lower than usual. you can’t help the instinctual response of your quivering, a stream of wetness gathering in the seat of your underwear too. 

“do you think i can make you cum by the time we reach the top?” satoru mumbles huskily, lowering his head to your neck so that he can place hot, sloppy kisses to your exposed skin — contrasting with the night air. tufts of white hair tickle at your jaw, sending you into a fit of shakes and shivers that make your cart of the ferris wheel rock back and forth. “don’t answer that, i know i can.” he’s cocky when he teases you and has every right to be, your thighs twitch apart instinctively to make space for satoru’s hand between them. 

he skilfully massages your pretty little pussy even from underneath tight denim jeans, circling in your entrance as it dribbles sweet salacious nectar for him. so much so, that you might soil the fabric of your clothes. if your arousal seeps through, would you drip and gush on all those people below? the thought crosses your might and only serves to turn you on even more — evident in the way you clench around nothing as gojo plays with your empty hole. 

“m-mph, satoru,” you hiccup, only tilting your head to face his. your noses nudge slightly, lips ghosting over one another’s while your hot breath mingles. to anyone else — you appear a couple in love, innocently kissing, enjoying a date to the amusement park, and a ride to the top of the ferris wheel. but you’re far from that, and you know it, two delightfully sinful individuals who can’t keep their hands off of one another. “m-more!” 

gojo obliges, and you thank whatever diety is up above for blessing him with such magical fingers. two of them slide past your entrance without resistance, stretching your gooey and sensitive walls around their length easily. “hm? what’s the matter, baby?” comes the silver haired man’s lazy response, a sleazy smirk spreading across his plush pink lips at the sound of you squelching around him already. you shake your head at his question, eyes screwed shut since you’re too far gone with the pleasure to answer coherently.  

from your side, gojo uses his free hand to keep you nice and spread for him — sapphire eyes glowing in the dark night whilst remaining trained on the way your hips jut down to push back against his fingers inside of you. “god you’re so fuckin’ wet. you really like this, huh? all tbose unsuspecting people below…having no idea that i’m fucking your pussy open right above their heads,” he purrs hungrily and curls his fingers, instantly finding your g-spot because he’s mapped out every inch of your sopping walls and knows them off by heart. “taste yourself for me.” 

your lips part on command and tongue rolls out of your mouth to make room for the fingers that have been inside you — sucking on them diligently when satoru presses down on the palette of your tongue. he gets off to the way you taste yourself, moaning around him nastily. you should feel shame and humiliation for acting like this in public, all desperate and needy, but you’re as ravenous and as depraved as satoru is. it’s what makes you a match made in heaven. 

with his fingers now tainted with a crude mix of your saliva and arousal, satoru returns them to your temperate and sopping mound — stuffing you full of him once more. he’s knuckle deep in your cunt before you can even moan his name, stroking your insides into the shape of him while you drool syrupy evidence of your arousal into the seat of his palm. 

“we’re almost to the top, brace yourself, pretty girl. i gotta see you cum. it’ll give me the prettiest view.” satoru coos to you patronisingly, making sure to grind his wrist against your puffy clit — refusing to let it go unattended. “can you do that for me?” 

everything is so sticky and hot, especially with all of the layers of clothes in the way — shielding your dirty act from any onlookers on the ground or in the carts below you. strings of your slick tie satoru’s fingers to your honeyed sex and glue this thumb to your sensitive nub, tucked away between your puffy pussy lips. you claw at the silver haired man’s arm trapped in the middle of your quivering thighs band writhe around in the cart so much so that it creaks with the weight.

you whimper into the cool night air, but satoru lights your body on fire from the inside out — your gut lurching and twisting with an unbearable sense of yearning. “‘m close… think i’m gonna—“ you begin to stutter, bleating like a lamb being sent to the slaughter. you remain at the mercy of your boyfriend’s fast paced fingers, pumping in and out of you with no regard to the painful stack of ecstasy building up inside of you. “please, i can’t hold it, ‘toru,” 

“you don’t have to,” your lover tsks in reply, never slowing the speed of his digits stroking at your ribbed walls, slipping and sliding against pleasure spots only he knows exist. “why don’t you let go for me, yeah? there you go. that’s it… just like that and all for me,” satoru’s mouth find yours in the final stretch, sloppy praises whispered against your kiss swollen lips while he rubs over your luscious and equally swollen folds like his life depends on it. “let the people down there know how fuckin’ good i finger fuck this sweet pussy. cum for me baby, i know you can do it.” 

each syllable, each impassioned word that escapes him and that he pours into you drags you by the ankle towards your high — and you don’t even try to fight it. once you reach the very top of the ferris wheel, your peak reaches a crescendo. satoru flings himself over you, arm arm wrapped around your shoulders to keep you in place in the cart as your orgasm crashes over you in drowning waves. you slip beneath the surface of pleasure, your cunt rushing like a river while you cum all over satoru’s masterful hand with a muffled cry of his name. 

“satoru!” 

“shh, quiet…that’s my girl, my sweet sweet girl.” he sighs dreamily, fucking you with your fingers throughout your high — only pulling out of your greedy cunt to slap down on it, dragging more spurts of arousal out of you. you squirt through your jeans, onto the metal seat in your ferris wheel cart and all over satoru. who happily praises you through it all. “i bet you’re just drippin’ on all those nasty strangers below. i’m sure they’d love it.” 

catching your breath, you tuck your face into satoru’s neck while you come down from your high (and literally too — your cart begins to make its descent back town from the top of the ferris wheel). “y-you’re sick.”

satoru smiles, slow and sexy. “but you love me,” 

“mhm, sure,” you quip, somehow finding the energy to pull away from your debauched lover to shift to your knees in front of him — the cool metal digging into your knees. “maybe i love you just a little.” 

“only a little? then why are you on your knees for me?” he asks, spreading his legs to make room for you between them. 

“it’s your turn, i want to see if i can make you come before we get to the bottom of the wheel.” you say breathlessly and with mirthy eyes, teeth descending on gojo’s zipper while you bat your eyelashes up at him. 

celebrating valentine’s day with satoru was always…unique. different…but you’d be lying if you said you failed to enjoy his unconventional methods of gift giving with the person you loved most. 

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I think Hawks likes being objectified in bed, but he specifically likes being reduced to his cock.

Yeah. That kind of objectification is the exact kind that hits the fuckin' spot.

Keigo probably wouldn't even be aware of this kink, either. It just sort of slips out in his teasing. When you ride him in bed, drunk on his cock, he makes the offhanded remark, "mm, you really like that, huh? S'like I'm not even here..."

And the glaze in his eyes as he says it, the blush that creeps up his chest, towards his neck and brushing his cheeks, is not one to go unnoticed.

Keigo likes making comments like "use me" in the middle of you fucking. Hides his smile as he says, "you can do whatever you want to me" when you ask if it's okay to hug him from behind as he washes the dishes. Asks seemingly out of nowhere if any of your sex toys feel as good as he does— knowing the answer, but not quite knowing why getting compared to a sex toy has him itching for another round.

Indulge Keigo a little. Call him letting you ride him to your heart's content a "service" and his brain will malfunction, an electrical misfiring. He'll say "yes" and have to swallow to cut himself off from springing a new title on you right then and there.

It's so easy to get him riled up; because Keigo is a man who, if nothing else, enjoys the simple pleasures.

Part of him wants to be a simple pleasure for you, too.

Call it the service top in him. Blame it on his proclivity to please you in bed— no, really. Tell him it's because he loves to be of use. Whisper it in Keigo's ear as his eyes roll back and he can do nothing but nod and agree and cum.

Please stop apologizing for having a heart that feels everything so deeply. It's a gift, wear it proudly.

In Vegas rn, made me think about how Bakugou or Izuku would react/handle a S/O in Las Vegas. What would they do to defend from pushy salesman/ street performers? Would he gamble? Is he more of a thrill seeker kind of person or a stay-in enjoy the hotel amenities kinda person.

Not a request, simply food for thought I'd like to share. <3

he’s a “follow the thrill seekers and make sure they don’t do anything stupid while secretly enjoying it” kind of person. 😂 katsuki is forever the guard dog boyfriend/husband who stands next to you, holds your hand, crosses his arms when he’s impatient or trying to intimidate someone, straight up barges into the conversation or pulls you away from pushy salesmen. ugh. he’s adorable.

he might do some thrill seeking stuff if his friends are there (bc we all know they will), but otherwise he’s content just being with the group. and he’s too fiscally responsible to gamble more than a few dollars if any at all lmao. most likely to stay in if anyone else wants to, but he won’t stay alone if you’re on the town bc he’s too protective. if he really doesn’t want to go, he’s sticking one of his friends on you (probably kiri, honestly).

izu on the other hand… he’s not really a thrill seeker per se, but he loves all the bustle and bright lights. gets excited just to be there and see everything. will also do thrill seeking stuff if his friends do, but he’s not initiating it. (that’s kami, kiri, uraraka, mina, and sero.) basically he’s a giant puppy who’s just happy to be there and a little oblivious to pushy salesmen, but he’s big and scary enough just by existing that you don’t have a lot of problems. he’s too cute. he’s just happy to be with you, so he’ll stay in if you want to, but he’s up for just about anything. WAY more likely than kats to gamble a bit too hard.