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[time-was-over]

if i see one more fucking person say ‘straight aro/ace people aren’t lgbt+’ i’m lighting you on fire

[waltricia]

Tick Tock.

[hazbinshusk]

blitzø x f!reader. another wonderful request that's been waiting far too long. blitzø walks in you during a private moment and is far too entertained to be convinced to leave. and what he offers you... can you say no in your current state? 1.5k.

or, simply, blitzø walks in on you masturbating.

featuring: masturbation, sex toys, voyuerism, a cocky blitzø, oral sex (f!receiving).

“Oh, fuck…” you groan, eyes rolling back behind their half-closed lids as you press the vibrator more firmly against your clit. It pulses in a way that makes your jaw clench, your hips rising off the mattress. “Fuuuck…”

You moan as you press the toy inside yourself, pumping it slowly so with each push it sinks another inch into your soaking cunt. You ache with the feeling of it, tilting it each time you pull it out to bump it against your clit again before fucking it into you again.

Your other hand ghosts your fingertips up over your hip, your stomach, coming up to squeeze your breast. You whimper as your palm grazes your nipple, biting your lip against another moan as you pinch it and tug, feeling it tighten and harden under your touch.

“Satan’s… fuck, Blitz…”

“Heh.” An obnoxious voice sounded from the other side of the room, and your eyes flash open. “I knew you wanted me.”

You shoot up, grabbing a pillow and shielding your body with it. Your whole body shudders despite your mortification as the vibrator still pulses inside you and it slips out onto the sheets between your thighs, the vibrations obvious and loud against the sheets. “Blitz! What the—the fuck are you doing in here?”

The imp smirks from where he stands leaning cockily against the doorframe, his arms folded across his chest. His tail curls and unfurls, whipping behind him almost predatorily. “You called me in here.”

“Not in my— my house, Blitz,” you snap, your face stained dark with your embarrassment. You hug the pillow tighter against yourself, one arm banded around it to hide your chest, the other pressing the corner of it down between your thighs. Even feeling the dull sensations of the vibrations on the mattress beneath you is enough to make you quiver. Or maybe that’s… fuck, he’s still staring at you. “What are you doing in my house?”

He shrugs a shoulder, glowing eyes still set on you with a tingling intensity. “Got bored. Thought we’d watch a movie. Didn’t know I was gonna get a live show.”

“How’d you even—” you break off, pointing a hand towards the door over his shoulder imperiously. “I don’t care, just… for the love of Satan, please. Get. Out.”

Blitzø’s smile widens, his eyes falling to where the pillow had wilted, to where your nipple peeks out from behind the plush cushion. You don’t notice immediately, and Blitzø has the audacity to move further into the room. “Is that what you want?”

The tone of his voice drops into something huskier, teasing… and it’s enough to make your breath hitch. You can feel your thighs are slick with your own cum, and even without the vibrator against your clit, your excitement hasn’t waned. If anything, the tingling that runs down your back and lingers in your breasts makes you bite your lip.

Your words come shakily, and you curse yourself for it. “Wh-what are you… talking about?”

“Sure you don’t want me to stay?” he asks you tauntingly, still approaching the bed. His tail switches back and forth behind him slowly. “Preeeeetty sure you were just beggin’ for my help…”

“Blitz…” you mean it warningly, you do, but your voice is too breathless to be convincing. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” he continues, planting his hands on the edge of the bed and leaning towards you. “Don’t ya want me to show ya just how good the fantasy is as a real fuckin’ technicolour fuck?”

You swallow, your mouth suddenly dry.

Blitzø jumps up onto the bed, crawls towards you. If possible, your face flushes further as he pauses to pick up the toy still dancing against the sheets. He holds it up beside his face, tongue darting out teasingly as though to lick it. “Ugh, Blitz—!”

He snickers, turning it off and tossing it aside. It lands with a dull thump on the other side of the bed. “Stop panickin’, tits. I prefer it right from the source.”

Blitzø runs his hands up your bare calves, takes hold of your knees and pushes them wider apart from where they’re still clenched around the pillow. You catch his smirk in the moment he leans forward, and without thinking, you reach up and wrap your hand around the back of his head and pull him into a kiss.

He grins against your lips, tongue sliding eagerly into your mouth to meet yours. You whine into his kiss, feel his teeth graze your bottom lip for a second before he sucks it gently, pressing his forehead against yours long enough for you both to catch your breath. Then his mouth is on yours again, swallowing the sound of surprise you make when he tugs the pillow out from between the two of you.

He urges you onto your back, laying you out completely bare beneath him. You feel his hand take hold of your hip, his claws digging into the flesh there firmly enough for them to prick your skin. He lets the kiss linger until you whimper into it, your body arching up off the sheets damp with your cum.

He pulls back with a cocksure grin curving his lips. “Just how often do ya think about me when you play with yourself?”

You snake a hand between the two of you to squeeze the bulge between his legs. Blitzø groans, eyes rolling back, and he ruts himself against your palm. “Same question, B.”

He snickers, kissing you again before lowering himself down your naked form, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your heated skin. You moan as his lips and tongue find your breasts, first one, then the other, lingering long enough to suck bruises into the soft, supple flesh. He grazes the point of a fang over the tender point of your nipple and your body jolts, a breathless, surprised little “haaah” escaping you.

He grins at your reaction, hand smoothing down the outside of your thigh as he smacks a loud, childish kiss against your sternum. Blitzø continues his path down your body, inhaling deeply when he reaches the apex of your thighs.

“Fuck…” he mutters, his breath tickling against your wet flesh. He doesn’t give you a chance to formulate a response; burying his face between your thighs and sliding his tongue against your cunt. The groan he lets out at the taste of you echoes your moan, your head falling back against the pillows. Blitzø hooks his hand under your thigh and hooks it over his shoulder, rolling his tongue against your clit hungrily. “Fuck, you taste like pure fucking… sex…”

You clutch at his horns with both hands, pushing your hips up to meet his mouth. Blitzø grins into your cunt as he lets you fuck his face, flicking his tongue over your clit again before sliding his it deep into your quivering pussy.

“Oh, shit, Blitz!” your voice is torn and broken with need, and he rewards the sound by touching two fingers to your clit. He teases it in tandem with the way he fucks you with his tongue, and your eyes roll back, your body tensing against the feeling of it. “Fuck, that’s— ohhh…”

Blitzø quickens his pace and you keen, fingers digging into the keratin of his horns as you cum against his mouth. He withdraws his tongue from your cunt only to return it to your clit, both hands grasping a firm hold of your hips, forcing them down against the mattress. He holds you in place and your upper body lifts, curling forward at the never-ending assault he gives your clit.

Blitzø doesn’t let up until there are tears burning in your eyes and you’re begging him to stop, tugging hard at his horns in the hope of easing the tension that keeps winding up and snapping inside you. Blitzø laughs into your cunt and even that is too much, and you squeeze your thighs so tight around his face he has to force your legs apart again.

The imp licks his lips, wipes his mouth with his sleeve as he crawls back up your body. The cocky grin is back, and he braces himself up over you. He presses his hips teasingly forward, and even the brush of his clothed erection against your over-sensitised cunt makes you twitch.

“And that,” Blitzø says, watching with a smirk as you try to steady your breath. “Is why I don’t knock.”

You manage to scoff, rolling your eyes. You shove at his chest, and he laughs again. “That is not the lesson here.”

“No?” he arches a brow, and you hear him fumble one-handed with the front of his pants. “Pretty sure it is.”

“Pretty sure it’s not, Bli—” you break off with another moan as he suddenly slides his cock up between your thighs. “Damn it, Blitz… fuck…”

“You wanna try and convince me otherwise?” he asks teasingly, rocking his hips until the head of his cock just presses into your cunt. Your hips rise reflexively, and you whine as the movement draws him a few inches deeper. Blitzø moans, face falling against your shoulder for a moment. He pulls back again, corkscrewing his hips slowly, slowly into yours. “You might wanna do it without moaning, tits.”

[call-me-copycat]

Look at them! Ahh, it's so cool seeing them in color ﾌｯ(⸝⸝⸝≖ᴗ≖​⸝⸝)‧⁺✧*

My friend @bokunocolor colored this! He has a lot of others to look at too! (Thanks again for the coloring!)

[glowcowboy]

[spade-riddles]

[beastdaughters]

[isopodcemetery]

Some tips I’ve found on Pinterest 

[sunniewr]

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[alex-frostwalker]

A small portal opens up and a Wally AU walks through happily “Hello! I am Discarded!”

"Oh? Another Wally AU?"

Wally, walks back to the other Wally who walked out of the portal.

"Hello, Discarded. I'm Timekeeper Wally. You can call me TK if you like.. Ha ha ha."

He bowed as he greet them.

[orionspritesstuff]

lowbloods of my fansession

[time-was-over]

i don’t think the cookies in cookie run have drugs that humans use. like if you asked a cookie ‘hey do you have cocaine’ they’d be like ‘? do you mean cocaine cookie? she’s right over there’ and then if you described cocaine to them they’d be like. ‘oh you mean hype sugar powder? no i can’t afford it sorry’

[hazbinshusk]

blitzø x afab!reader. when blitzø loses a bet to you, he initially isn't complaining at the idea of you taking charge as your prize. that tone changes pretty quickly however when he realises just how much of a fucking tease you can be. written for 🕰️ anon.

featuring: pure fucking smut, overstimulation, bondage, sex toys, oral sex (blitzø receiving), anal sex (blitzø receiving), face fucking, blitzø's gutter mouth.

“Oh, you fucking bitch,” Blitzø bites out between gritted teeth as you roll the vibrator languidly along the length of his cock, the low buzz still enough to make his body tense, his hands balled into fists above him. “Fuuuuck…”

You smile down at him innocently, letting the toy linger at the base of his cock so he can feel the vibrations teasing through his balls. You have him laid out and bound on the bed, and from the quiet tearing sound you’re certain the way he wriggles petulantly against the mattress means the spikes along his spine have just torn a hole in your sheets. But the way he moans means you don’t really care. There’s a pillow under his hips to push them high, leaving his naked body and hard, weeping cock exposed for you. Sweat touches his brow, teeth ground together tight as you bring him back and forth from the edge of orgasm. His fists clench and unclench again as if it will somehow help to free him from his constraints.

“Fair’s fair, baby. You lost. I won.” you coo, purposefully patronising, smile twitching wider when you feel his thigh twitch under you. You’re straddling him, just above the knees, and while initially he’d approached the idea of you dominating him with an annoying amount of cockiness, that had quickly given way to frustration when he realised just how long you intended to tease him. “Deal with it.”

Leaning down over him, you watch his glaring eyes fall to the curves of your lace-covered chest. You feel his hand flex against your stomach; you have them bound in front of him instead of above, and the fact that he can just graze his cock with his fingers just adds to how infuriated you’re making him. You press a taunting kiss to the edge of his jaw and it ticks under your touch.

Still, despite his frustration, Blitzø still turns his head to try and catch you in a kiss as you pull away again. His expression twists in a smirk, and he presses a thigh up between your legs.

“Ohhh, you are in for – shit!” Blitzø’s snicker turns to a reedy moan as you press the button at the base of the toy and the vibrations pulsing against him double. You draw a line with the tip of it up along the underside of his cock and swirl it idly around the head of him.

“Sorry?” you ask, your voice teasingly casual. “What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”

“Satan’s taint, you are such a bitch…” the imp groans, rocking his hips against the toy instinctively. You let it linger, watching with a satisfied half-smile as he slides his cock up against its shuddering shaft. You wrap your fingers around the bae of him and he whines as you stroke him slowly, the vibrator pressed against his tip. “But fuck my little red hole, you’ve got nice hands…”

You wet your lips with the tip of your tongue, sinking your teeth into the bottom one as you watch his eyes roll back. “Ooh, now there’s an idea, B…”

The hard muscle of Blitzø’s thigh twitches as you smooth your palm up from his knee to his hip, and he grinds out a snickering laugh as you set the vibrator aside and hook your hands underneath him and shift his hips further onto the pillow beneath him. He doesn’t protest, letting you grope and squeeze his ass playfully, but you notice the way his tail twitches. You have it restrained too, and he shudders when you trail your fingers down along the length of it, flicking your nails against the spikes that interrupt its smooth line. When you teasingly run your finger up between his thighs to trace up along the line of his ass, his bucks up into your fist.

“Lube, baby?” you ask, voice lilting with promise. He turns his head as though to point to the bedside table, and you reward him by finally bending down and catching his lips with yours. The imp moans into your mouth, low and hungry, his tongue meeting yours only seconds later. The kiss is deep and messy and hot, sharp teeth catching your bottom lip and his still-bound hands pressed against your stomach. One of your hands still pumps slowly, steadily at his cock, the other reaching over to tug open the drawer and search it blindly for the lube.

Your chest is almost aching for a real, proper breath by the time your fingers close around the little plastic tube, and you duck your head down to press a biting kiss to the side of the quivering imp’s throat before you straighten again sitting back against his thighs and squeezing the base of his cock.

You swear, he actually whimpers.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

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You swear, you have never felt more powerful than you do right now.

And you’re loving it.

Blitzø gasps out a broken-sounding moan as you slide the vibrator against his prostate, the low rumble of it a backing track to the soft sounds of your lips and tongue against his cock. You’re laying on your stomach between his legs, your legs bent and crossed at the ankles in a purposefully casual air that you know is driving him insane. You have one hand wrapped around the toy as you fuck him with it at a glacial pace, the other pressed firmly against his hip to keep it pinned against the pillow beneath him. You can feel his claws flexing in your hair – the only thing he can reach with them still tied against his stomach – tightening in a way that flirts with painful as you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock and take him deep into your mouth.

You’re still teasing him; bringing him to brink of relief before moving it back out of his reach. Every time you deny him he curses, struggles against his binds, splutters out a mix of pleading and insults that make you smirk. You know he’s going to be determined to make you regret this as soon as you let him go, but right now, you’re enjoying yourself way too much to care.

You gag slightly around him before hollowing your cheeks and withdrawing, curling your tongue around the underside of him the whole way to the tip. Blitzø is practically shuddering with the need to move, to fuck himself into your mouth, and when you press the button at the base of the toy to turn up the power, he chokes on something akin to a sob.

“Fuuuuck…” he moans, head thrown back and his eyes rolling towards the headboard. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, tits, you’re gonna—ahhh…”

You smile around a mouthful of him, scratch your nails over his hipbone and shift the angle of the toy until his breath catches. You can taste his precum, feel him throb against your tongue, and it’s echoed by the one between your thighs. You’re so wet you can feel it slick against your inner thighs despite still wearing your underwear, and a shiver settles in the small of your back as you feel his claws graze against your scalp. He fists his hands in your hair as though he has enough leeway to actually guide your head.

“Fuck, baby, please…”

The magic word.

You reward him the way you know he was begging for, releasing his hip so he can finally move again. Blitzø groans out a fractured, grateful laugh, tightening his fingers and thrusting up into your mouth. You gag on him immediately, feel saliva pool on your lip and drip onto your chin. He holds you down, lips brushing the skin covering his pubic bone, the size of him making your throat jump around him and your eyes water. He releases you, satisfied with his moment of revenge, as soon as your shoulders start to spasm.

Your chest seizes for a breath, and he pats your cheek, the mocking air he’s trying for ruined by his still bound-together wrists. There is drool on your chin and tears on your cheeks and there’s pride in his voice when he speaks, cocky and surprisingly admiring. “I swear, you’re always fuckin’ prettiest like this.”

You could blush at that, even with the head of his cock resting against your bottom lip, but instead you push your hair back out of your face and pay back his audacity by turning the vibrator up again. Blitzø keens, hips rising as the toy finds his prostate again. The movement pushes his cock back into your mouth and you press your tongue against it, letting the imp fuck himself into your mouth.

He moans, deep and guttural and wrecked, because with each thrust he makes against your tongue, he fucks the toy deep into his ass. “Satan’s… fucking… fuck!”

Blitzø cums into the back of your throat,  his voice loud enough that someone bangs on the ceiling from the floor above. His breaths come in ragged, almost sobbing jerks of his chest, his hips jerking with a disjointed rhythm as he spills every last drop of himself against your tongue. You switch off the toy and ease it carefully out of him, pressing soft kisses to his hip bone, the top of his thighs, his softening cock. He twitches every time you brush your lips over it, an almost delirious chuckle sounding in the back of his throat, slipping out from between gritted teeth as you crawl up his body and kiss him again with the taste of his cum still on your mouth.

Blitzø isn’t at all phased by it, his tongue sliding against yours. You trail your fingers up his thigh, blindly mapping out a scar, and he shudders at the feeling of it. You untie his wrists without breaking away, and Blitzø’s first move is to cup your cheek in his hand, that big, warm, palm so nice against your skin. He wipes away the tears that still stain it with his thumb, and you catch his lip between your teeth teasingly before you pull away.

“How you feeling, baby?”

“If it’s possible for someone to suck someone’s fuckin’ ass out their cock then—”

“Satan’s dick, Blitz!” you cut him off with a horrified laugh, smacking a hand over his mouth. You can see his grin behind it, feel his tongue against your palm. “Don’t make it gross!”

He pries your hand away, kisses the inside of your wrist. “Nothin’ gross about it, tits. You’re fuckin’ magic with that mouth of yours.”

“Good to know,” you smile despite yourself, and now you let yourself blush. Blitzø watches in amused interest as you retake his hands and guide them up above his head. “Now here’s the thing…”

You fasten his hands to the headboard, mindful to give him enough slack to avoid any pain. Then, you climb off the bed long enough to slide your underwear down your thighs, tossing the lace aside before rejoining him.

“I’m going to want to ride this beautiful dick of yours until one of us passes out,” you tell him, running a fingertip along the length of his cock teasingly. Blitzø snickers, eyes rolling back at the sudden touch on his still-sensitive flesh. “And since that’s currently… out of commission for the moment…”

Blitzø laughs as you swing a leg over his and straddle his face.

“You’ve got some time to show me just how good I just made you feel.”

[call-me-copycat]

The leaks!! I'm so sad yet happy Horikoshi is going to get some rest now ( ´･ω ก` )

My heart is tender right now, it hurts a little ૮( ̳ т ̫ т ̳ )ა

(Leaks below)

Ahh it's too much to see them as adults! They all look so nice, I'm proud (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

Shinso has long hair now? Not what I expected (I didn't recognize him at first >⁠.⁠<)

I do miss his boyish nature though ( ´ㅁ` ; ) He's too cool!

But you go and see that Aizawa has cut his hair (ahh it reminds me of his student days) ๐·°(৹˃ᗝ˂৹)°·๐

Midoriya Sensei? Ahh it does make sense, he'd be a wonderful teacher ( ˶'ᵕ'˶)و

Bakugo giving his hand to Deku. It comes full circle now, I've always loved that theme of giving one's hand to another in MHA (﹡ˆ﹀ˆ﹡)

Full spread.

So many new things starting (ㅎ.ㅎ )

All Might has certainly aged ( ˵> <˵ )

It's so nice seeing that same perspective of someone standing in front of UA! I remember the first season when Deku first got accepted, along with the one where Aizawa as a teen stood in front of UA just like that (◍´͈ ᵕ `͈ ◍)

Ah! It's too nostalgic! ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

I wonder, is this his dad? He looks a lot like Mr. Compress ‎(´-ᴗ-⸝⸝ก)

It was Compress, I jumped ahead! But, I didn't see Deku's dad anywhere O⁠_⁠o

This along with the One Piece tribute chapter! I can't handle all these emotions!

I grew up with My Hero Academia, it was my childhood (๑•́︿•̀๑)

It really helped me through some hard times, and I've used it as my crutch for so long that it's a an odd feeling to see it go (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

In the end, I'm glad I got to experience it! And I'll forever continue to be reminded of it due to the impact its had on my life (*´∀`*)

So, thank you My Hero Academia.

But most importantly: Thank you Horikoshi! For giving us everything you've got!

In the end, all I can really say is -

Go Beyond! Plus Ultra! (｡•̀ᴗ-)و ̑̑✧

[glowcowboy]

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[spade-riddles]

bridges falling ……. 🕰️

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