#mimi.💕

[jkvjimin]

PARK JIMIN + dominating the stage with his aura (cr. namuspromised, jung-koook) | [template]

happy birthday, annie! @kimtaegis 💜

[slutpoppers]

The 8 digidestined and their partners

Digimon Adventure (1999) Ending #2!!

[deathberi]

this month’s digigift features the best girl(s)!!! 😭🫶🏻

[minimiffy]

Happy International Day of the Girl! ♡ love u gals ☆

[bakvrue]

"Sweetheart, open the door." Izuku’s voice is firm and commanding, but his head is pressed against the door hoping to feel even a millimeter closer to you.

You called him a cheater and locked yourself in his room, when you damn well know that he's not. It's not the first time, and it won't be the last time. Izuku admits that he has fun playing this little game with you. But this is the longest you've ever kept the bedroom door closed to him and it's starting to break the glass surrounding his resolve.

His words go unanswered and he calls your name. There's a slight hitch in his voice when he calls a second time and he still isn't answered.

Are you that mad? Do you actually believe your own words this time? His heart starts to race faster than his thoughts. Could something have happened to you? Did you slip in the bathroom? What if you're bleeding out? Could someone have stolen you from his own bed?

If the last thing you ever told him was that he's a cheater... if the last thing he ever told you was about playing your little games...

Metal snaps and he looks down to the doorknob in his hand, completely removed from the door. Since that's already broken might as well replace the whole door.

He lines his shoulder up to the door and steps into it, the force needed to break the wood is nothing compared to the train he had to stop last week.

His eyes frantically look around the room for any sign of a break in or blood. The windows are all closed, walls intact, and there's no sign of struggle.

And then he sees you, cuddled up on his side of the bed. His large hoodie enveloping you like a blanket as you snuggle into his pillow.

He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. You're safe, and asleep. And he overreacted, big time. He looks back at the broken door, the wood splintered, the hinges barely holding it up, and he winces. He can already hear the lecture you will give him when you wake up.

But for now, he climbs into bed and wraps his arms around you. Maybe he did go overboard, but for you, he doesn't know any other way.

He buries his nose into the crook of your neck and laughs through his nose. While you give him the lecture about breaking the house for no reason, you're also going to be squirming imagining how his eyes must have glowed at the thought of you being in danger. The night will still end the same way as if it was just the "cheating" allegations; with him breaking yet another headboard while you scream his name and claw at his back as you fall into ecstasy again and again.

He looks at your adorable sleeping face and his eyes start to feel heavy. The weight of you in his arms and pressed against him relaxes him, and soon enough he follows your example and falls asleep next to you. The last thought in his head as finally drifts off:

This woman.

[happy-mimin]

Aizetsu is such a soft dom.

Like— he’s the sweetest to you. Always calling you pretty names, bringing you small gifts, hell even cooking! But let there be one day you DECIDE to make him loose his composure, but still- he’d never hurt his pretty girl.

Y’all this is a drabble, I got a whole gangbang in my drafts lol

“Look at me..look at how your creaming me.” He proceeded to stroke his cock deep into your warm, slippery walls. Every time he trembled from how tightly this pussy of his is clenching, he'd prop his elbows on each side of your head to support his body. God it was embarrassing, you’re squeals spilling over into his face every time zetsu’ snapped his hips between the plush flesh of your inner thighs.

“Zetsu..!!..mhmm-..pleaseee..” You'd whine like a cock drunk whore, crying even more when he leaned against your cheek and whined a little about how good you were for him now. “N-No..you’re a big girl love.. I can’t. keep..fuck..!!.babying you.” He let out a series of such wonton moans, loving the feeling of being so close in your face and how deep his cock would kiss your cervix, every, single time.

Soon, squelching noises from your sloppy cunt filled the noise in the room, humiliation welling up in your face as he caused your dilated eyes to roll back from immense pleasure, prompting Aizetsu to slap the side of your thigh, enabling a pathetic cry to escape your lips. You could feel your toes curl up and release as your mouth gapped open when he started to roll his hips more faster. “Cum.. I.. I’m gonna cum-“ You’d proclaim. The demon smashed his lips into your own. Swirling your tongues together almost in a symphony with each passing moment, he opened his eyes for a moment to look down at where both of you connected.

He cursed at the sight.

His cock's base became creamed with your essence of love, and some of it became even smothered in the cracks of your other hole. His shaft jerked inside of you, desperate to fill you with his warmth. His offspring.

He could never be mad at you.

[kalolasart]

Classic trip and catch 🥺

Eri belongs to @purpled-royalty

@blackclover-emc

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Tiara: Are you alright? Helena: 😨 Tiara: Helena? Helena: Helena: Nozel: And SHE was the one who prohibited ME from watching horror movies! Nacht: 🙂

Tiara belongs to @purpled-royalty

Prompt: Tiara and Helena watching horror movies

[loonashifter]

get to know me in other realities !!

better cr / teen influencer dr

name: my full name

birthday: may 16th 2008

occupation: student / influencer / dancer

s/o: irl guy

[yeowangies]

how much do you trust goku to organize a thanksgiving dinner? also if i’ve made the incorrect assumption that you’re american i am sorry, and you can please substitute with any dinner party reason of your choice

I only half trust him in doing that lmao i know he makes a lot of food for himself, so i know he can cook for a lot of people, and that's a lot when it comes to a dinner party!

But on the other hand, i don't trust him to invite everyone (and not forget one of the guests), i don't trust him to clean the entire house, and i don't trust to keep everything tidy and perfect for a dinner party lmao

But it's okay, i don't trust myself to organize a whole dinner party by myself either LMAO

[izvmimi]

from now on when i disagree with an outside report after doing a second opinion imma do a little ‘yowai mo’ under my breath to keep it fresh

if it’s bad enough i have to call the ordering provider i’m gonna whisper a little ‘omae wa mou shindeiru’

if in tumor board i successfully convince the group to do systemic nuc med therapy in my clinic over chemo or targeted radiation, i will whisper ‘all your base are belong to us’

if i see a typo in an attested report i’m going ‘tch’

[thisghosts-obsessions-again]

Love that the important figures are all appropriately reacting to this bold move from Lucy dearest. Even my beloved Malbonte 🥲

[leafuxxtea]

IM SO SORRY FOR THE MISTAKE MIMI!!! BUT HOLY SHIT I LOVE THIS YOU DREW ME (HER?) SO SKRUNKLY OMG 🥹🥹💕💕 AND THE CAT IS TOO CUTE IM MELTING THANK YOU SO MUCH

[dreamieparadise]

(ﾉ˶>ᗜ​<˵)ﾉ 7 & 27 please ! ︎︎ 𓂃⟡.·

7.

A) If I was getting Momo's attention, I'd yell "Mimi's in trouble!!" And watch her speed down the street...but then hide bc I am not dealing with them realizing I lied. 💁🏾‍♀️

B) Mimi and Hayato just gotta yell "HELP!" or "MOMO" and same reaction to be honest. This is why she gets called a Dog, you know.

27. The Worst gift Momo has ever received...? Honestly, she gets happy with so little that it's hard to imagine her being upset if they were gifted something...wait, that time she was told to hold her hand out and M.M spat gum in her hand. 🫠

[bakvrue]

a man's strength

izuku x reader

provocative imagery, strength kink, izuku and reader are married and in love (feverishly so), mostly fluff with horny sprinkles, for my lovely mimi, ~1.3k wc

The cheers from the audience echo through the back halls of the late night studio and you make yourself comfortable in the green room.

This isn't the first time you've sat backstage while your husband smiles and waves at the large crowd. The host, a newcomer who has just recently snagged the prime slot, ushers Izuku over to his seat but when he goes to sit the applause continues.

Who wouldn't want to keep cheering for the number one hero? But your husband plays it down, laughing it off coolly and thanking them before sitting down.

Izuku could barely talk on stage in your first year of high school, turning into a defective robot, but years of experience really does make all the difference.

The host, Lux Larson, plays off of the audience spectacularly. The topics they discussed before the show are a hit with the audience, and the banter they have with Izuku and their band leader is actually funny. It's refreshing.

They laugh like old friends and Izuku tells harrowing stories of recent rescues, he talks about being a husband and you. Pink dusts his ears when you're brought up but the conversation naturally moves on to talk about the new hero initiatives Izuku is promoting. And before long the interview is over.

“Mr. Deku, thank you so much for being here tonight.” Lux sticks their hand out and Izuku happily accepts, shaking it with a smile. “The grip strength on this guy. Wow. More with Deku right after this!”

You hear a buzzer and people on set start moving all at once and you're confused when your husband is led from his seat to the large open area. He still seems relaxed, he must know what's going on, but you don't.

Your eyebrows furrow, the smile on your husband's face is enough to make you suspicious.

A knock pulls you from your mind before you can start to theorize.

“Mrs. Midoriya, your presence is requested at the center stage.”

You follow the assistant through the maze of hallways until you're standing behind the cameras.

The large open stage now has a large sturdy stand holding a glass window. More are off to the side with a variety of thicknesses, and a dawning washes over you.

Izuku jogs over to you the moment he spots you, his smile is so big, he's so excited.

“Izuku, is this why you were practicing your punches in the mirror this morning?”

You cock an eyebrow at him and as much as he would love to bask in the playfulness of your voice right now, he's on a time limit.

“We'll be starting soon, I want you to be front and center to enjoy the view.”

“What do you mean enjoy the—”

A buzzer goes off and he kisses your forehead.

“Watch me,” he whispers softly into your hairline before he walks back to Lux.

The lights dim and a producer counts down until Lux takes over.

“Hello and welcome back! We're still here with Deku and we're about to see the Pro's strength in action. What we have in front of us is a single pane of bulletproof glass. Have you ever punched through glass like this?”

Izuku's hands are in his pockets as he leans down to talk into the microphone Lux is holding, “I've punched through many things but I can't say that I’ve ever punched through bullet proof glass on purpose.”

“I can't imagine any of us have either,” Lux laughs. “Normally punching through glass is very dangerous, and we do have medical staff on standby, but how are you protecting yourself?”

Izuku takes off his suit jacket and begins rolling up his sleeves as he says, “I'll be wrapping my arm with one of my quirks, it should shield my skin from loose glass and prevent me from breaking anything.”

Lux laughs, “Break anything? I don't think the studio can cover breaking you. Are we sure about this? Audience, what do we think?”

The audience cheers and your husband has the audacity to turn and wink at you.

Lux points their finger at the audience, “If he breaks it's you guys that are footing the bill!” The producer hands safety glasses to the two on stage and Lux pats Izuku on the back before backing up. “Whenever you're ready!”

The band gives him a drum roll, “Now kids, don't try this at home.”

He gives you a half smile as he turns to face glass in front of him. The drumroll gets faster and so does your heart, pounding in your chest as wisps of black whip curls around his hand and wrist.

He pulls backwards, the muscles in his back causing his shirt to strain as he pushes them to their max. Electricity crackles in the studio as he punches. His fist collides with the glass, and you watch almost in slow motion as the glass cracks and gives way. His punch goes clean through, an almost perfect circle missing from the center of the shattered glass.

You gulp, realizing just why your menace of a husband wanted you up here. You shift your weight hoping the spark inside you doesn't turn into a raging fire.

Izuku is talking to Lux, probably talking about the breaking points of bullet proof glass and replaying the slow mo footage of the break.

You can see it playing on screen, and while the two of them are interested in the way the cracks in the glass all converged to a single point, you're too busy staring at the bit of forearm not concealed my black whip. Thick, powerful ropes of muscle…

You refocus on the two talking, Lux is pointing out a rip in the seam of Izuku's shirt, to which your husband decides to rip the shirt even further, pulling at the threads until they break.

Now shirtless, he lines up to punch a new piece of bullet proof glass. This one is three times thicker than the last.

His body braces again, but this time you can see every muscle tense in his back. His shoulder pulls back, and he thrusts his fist forward. The glass cracks under the force as his tricep bulges. He plunges his fist harder and deeper, feeling the glass resist him before it breaks to his whim.

The crowd claps at his strength as you struggle to stand. Your cheeks are heating as you watch the replay. The slow motion video shows just how easy it was for him. Like a knife slicing through butter.

You step back farther into the shadows behind you, covering your face. And Izuku knows. He smiles at you and you hope and pray to god that he does not come over here, that the cameras don't record the absolute hunger that must be sitting behind your eyes.

The third and final pane of glass is moved into position. A level eight. It's eight times thicker than the first and made to withstand 5 shots of an ak47.

Izuku once again braces himself for the punch, his bare back glistening under the hot studio lights.

His fist closes, and he presses it against the glass focusing on his breathing.

A drop of sweat trails down his back and he pulls his arm back. He breathes deeply before unleashing his power on the glass.

His fist collides with the glass. The force pushing and bending the thick glass around his arm, until it snaps and shatters.

The leftover shape reminds you of what a drawing of wormholes look like, except this one is broken to pieces in the deepest part of the pit.

The pure raw strength of your husband is enough to break through the strongest of security measures. You feel dizzy.

You reach your hand out towards the wall behind you and look at your monster of a husband. He's laughing with Lux before they send the program off to commercial break.

Thank god the dressing room has a lock, if you'll even make it that far...

[happy-mimin]

The mere thought of Sekido hatefucking you is just so beautiful, calling all types of mean names here and there while he’s pending into you like there’s no tomorrow <3

It’s not a “thought” it’s a promise.

If you squint, you may see a faint lust forming in Sekido's eyes that are as pure as his anger.

You'd think he'd care more about your pleasure, but that wasn't the case. He'd grab a fistful of your hair at the roots and yank it towards his chest. As he grew more impatient with the whining you emitted with each stroke of his girth, his features took on a sadistic appearance.

You’re cunt welcomed him in such an unbearable position that it made him grit his teeth just because he was close to a climax already and quickly started ravaging your poor self worth with little remorse from every backshot. He released his claws from your hair and let it fall to the floor, drool ebbing down the corner of your swollen lips, a hand attempting to lift up and hold against his broad stomach.

“Huh..?..You take dick from Karaku like a f..fuckin’ dog but the minute it’s my turn? You can’t take it.. Ahh..Ah..-“ He stuttered. Glazing in fixation on his cock getting a creamy froth formed at the base before adding a few more deep strokes, still trying to hold in.

“Bitch. Who said you can cum?”

A cold shiver ran down your spine, a breath sheathing from your chest as he placed a foot along the side of the bed and quickly grabbed your shoulders for support before forcing you into an arch. His abdomen meanly slapping against your flesh now, tears streaming down your face as you cried for the red demon to hear you out.

His pace was ruthless, and he smacked your buttocks a few times, leaving bruises on your cheeks as he pulled away from the hilt, only to push you deeper into the mattress to fully breed. "Mhm, Mhmmm..." Can't you even talk straight, whore? Dick got you, stupid." He had chastised.

Yeahhh.. angry sex with him.. now I need some dick