#sorry I'm ovulating

[sai-int]

simon’s so fucking gross

he's got a way of making every inch of you feel like his, and the second he spots you: cute, careless in that little pub. he’s got you out back, breathless in the alley in seconds.

in minutes, though, he's holding you up against the wall and eating you out, slurping and sucking on your folds while rolling your clit between his tongue, slurping loud enough for drunken passerby's to hear. his pants are off and he's already jerking his cock when you cum in his mouth. he laps it all up, before spitting it back onto your messy little cunt to prep you for him

he spreads you wide, pinning you with his hips, inching his fat cock into your tight, sopping hole, with his hand clamped around your mouth like it's his right, spitting about how "you can take it, can't y'bird?"

[jealousjealousgurlll]

just a Lulu imagine

I imagine baby daddy Luigi is the ultimate girl dad to your daughter.

His house is filled with Barbies, baby dolls, nail polish, and anything your daughter likes. Her favorite activity to do with the both of you is to play Barbies. One night over at his house, the three of you play Barbies and mimic yourselves. Luigi has a male doll with curly hair, your daughter has a cute child doll and you have a doll with similar facial features to yourself. Your baby girl says "Whatever the Barbies do we do" Luigi mimics his doll to kiss your daughter's doll and he follows up by physically kissing her on the cheek. You do the same to your doll to your daughter and then kiss her on the opposite cheek. Luigi likes this concept and picks up your doll and his doll, kissing each other. "Okay Mommy, kiss Daddy," your daughter says, a part of you was annoyed about Luigi's actions but a "promise is a promise" right?. Luigi sat there with a smirk on his face, he crawled next to you, and without thinking you leaned in for a kiss. Fuck, it's been over three years since you kissed him. The kiss was more than magical, he slowly entered his tongue into your mouth causing you to giggle. Pulling away, the both of you smile. You would be a liar to say you did not enjoy the kiss. Your daughter was distracted with the dolls, Luigi pulled you in closer and whispered "My bed is often left cold and lonely, perhaps you can join me tonight if you like?". You laugh and whisper back "I just may take this offer".......

[mulderscully]

reputation movie taylor was something else. i want to eat her out and then have her not look at me as i leave while i steal $100,000 from her purse

[vendetta-ari]

just got a manicure need to shive my fingers the Patrick Zweigs throat

[sad-littletalker]

Hngggg I want to be squeezed in between his titttttttssssss

[elutrosop]

[way-too-addicted-to-anime]

Not to be horny on main, but Izuku could break my back like a glow stick and I'd thank him. The best part is that he's so genuinely good that he never would. Blow it out, maybe, but not break it.

unconventional | 1 | midoriya x reader

pairing: Midoriya Izuku/Reader

summary: HeroExpo is incredible, and that’s not even counting the really cute hero fanboy you just met. Well, you think he might be cute under that Deku cosplay. It’s hard to tell because it’s really, really good. Like, too good.

length: est ~13,000 words | 5 chapters

tags: romance, pro hero au, misunderstandings, conventions/fandom culture

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut

  HeroExpo @heroexpo_official Excited to see more of your favorite heroes? Check out the additions to our weekend line up! http://bit.ly/9iJZ5jt

( ✧Д✧ )ᕗ @jell3_bell3 replying to @heroexpo_official okay but what if u just replaced every slot with an uravity panel

xinju @greenhopp replying to @jell3_bell3 and @heroexpo_official ooh concept: a red riot meet and greet, but instead of shaking hands u get to pet his abs

zennie | commissions open! @jennie_xz_art TBT to last year when I got yelled at by @officialdynamight. May you all be similarly blessed by him this weekend. #HeroX #spicyangriboi

green bean protection squad @bunnnniboi replying to @heroexpo_official they added a DEKU MEETING AND GREET?? you mean i get to see him IN PERSON???? brb astral projecting outta my fucken body

The truth of it was, you hadn’t originally planned on going.

HeroExpo sounded like the perfect thing for a huge hero nerd like you—a weekend packed full of panels, art, meet and greets, and a sea of fans just as wild for it all as you were. There was going to be all manner of food, merch, and even things directly relevant to your major—talks by support techs on building the next generation of hero gear, booths hawking knock off gear, and a hall specifically reserved for support item testing.

It would have been recreational and aspirational, and you had wanted to go for as long as you had known of the convention’s existence.

The issue was that HeroExpo cost money.

Lots of it.

As a college student nearing the end of a very intensive degree, you were not exactly raking in the big bucks, and you frankly had somewhat larger designs on the produce section of the grocery store than you did on HeroExpo. It was a hard draw between shelling out for tickets and eating something slightly more substantial than cup noodles for the rest of the semester.

You’d quite honestly been leaning towards the option where you ate actual food with a shelf life of under three years—especially since you’d recently heard tell of a sophomore who’d gotten scurvy off a semester of pasta and Ritz crackers—and you’d resigned yourself to another year of inattendance. You’d even started to make all the proper arrangements, bookmarking fan blogs and scrolling through twitter to follow people who said they would be attending HeroX so you could experience the event from the sidelines.

And that is when it happened. The patron saint of hero fangirls smiled down upon you, in the form of one very auspicious tweet.

HeroExpo @heroexpo_official Want to experience HeroX for free? Volunteer with our crew and get a free weekend pass! http://bit.ly/f1JX6ty

You had never clicked anything faster in your life, throwing your details into the form at speeds high enough to break the sound barrier. You shamelessly played up your support tech major, volunteering to help with any tech and tooling issues the staff encountered. And if you had also maybe buffed up the weight limit you could feasibly carry, and exaggerated your willingness to work with children, well, that was your own business. Besides, a few hours each day swearing and sweating over merch boxes would be well worth it to get into HeroX.

An organizer had called you within hours—eager college students with tons of enthusiasm and zero labor standards were apparently their target employment pool—and, after chatting with her over the phone and confirming the totally untrue weight limits you had just submitted, you were in.

And that was how you found yourself packed into the convention center downtown, with roughly thirty other hero nerds who, by the looks of them, had also definitely oversold their weight-carrying capabilities. You’d shown up the Thursday before to get your badges, then watched approximately a million hours of ancient work safety videos, detailing the appropriate use of ladders, operation of the trash compactors out back, and the suggested box lifting techniques.

Then they’d set you to work unpacking ten billion plastic chairs, laying out cheap scratchy tables along the hall that would become artist’s alley. You unfurled several hundred meters of line barriers with those retractable belts, and shunted boxes around like the grunt you were. It was backbreaking and totally unglamorous, and you’d started sweating only ten minutes into it.

It all proved worth it, though, when you caught your first glimpse of Red Riot passing through the lobby of the adjoining hotel, chatting animatedly with someone you guessed might be his manager, his bright red hair unmistakable even in his street clothes. Over the course of the afternoon, several other heroes followed, each one of them sending your heartbeat racing with a shocked little thrill.

It reignited the spark of your excitement for the weekend to come, and you’d started hauling boxes and unrolling barrier tape with renewed vigor. At the end of the day, you hauled yourself back to your apartment and passed out in your bed, exhausted but pleased, and excited for the prospect of tomorrow.

Had you known what awaited you when you showed up for your morning shift, however, you might not have been so excited.

Because when you walked into the staff room that Friday morning, a nightmare awaited you.

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[jealousjealousgurlll]

Every time I play this song all I can think about is Luigi❤️

him and his Phd 🤫

[ur-local-angel]

SCREAMING CRYING KILLING MYSELF

[niccolites]

woah....changed my mind...simon does have a breeding kink but it's more bc he likes seeing u shaped around his wants

like. if u have a breeding kink sure he'll meet u halfway about it. like u want his kid so bad? yeah that can get him going, he likes it when ur greedy

but if you don't want his kid? he's like 10x more into it actually. like if u were pregnant and cussing him out bc ur hormonal and grumpy bc u didn't even WANT to be pregnant, this is all his fault. oh yeah he's so hard he's like blind

[neigepomme]

cw // NSFW. virginity loss with X-02 / some spoilers for caleb's myth

thinking about the first time with caleb as X-02. buried deep within his memories is this desire to touch you, to experience your warmth, and to find out how you feel wrapped around him — to learn what faces and sounds you make when you eventually fall victim to the overwhelming pleasure.

caleb would take his time, push away all of the thoughts telling him to thrust into you harder and harder in order to satisfy his own wants. instead, he prioritizes you, just like he's always done. he taught you about the warmth of one another, showed you what happiness feels like, and made you feel alive.

he would be the first to teach you what euphoria feels like, and he'd be so sweet — but not too soft. caleb knows what's best for you, but his heart still clenches when he sees you grimace in discomfort at first. your pain receptors may have been dulled by the researchers at OTHAN, but you're still capable of knowing what pain is, and despite your body having experienced numerous wounds in battle, adjusting to caleb's size is still a challenge.

just like the first time when he exchanged energy with you, a wave of cold discomfort washes over you, but his arms embrace your body, keeping you in place while you gasp and clench around him in order to get used to that feeling of fullness. caleb knows what's good for you, and letting you squirm and run away from him isn't a good thing. so he kisses your face softly, starting with your forehead, then your eyes, cheeks, and finally, your lips — the tenderness of it all a stark contrast from the bruising grip he has on your hips as he bottoms out into you.

eventually, the discomfort subsides, and you see your expression reflected in caleb's eyes. your flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes, the quiet whimpers and moans falling from your lips. in between pants, you speak softly and wrap your arms around his neck.

"is this.. euphoria?"

your tone and curiosity, carrying hints of longing and hidden desires, act like aphrodisiacs for caleb. in your field of vision, you see drops of sweat trickle down his forehead, and he's mirroring your red cheeks — his dazed expression, full of adoration amplifying the strange tightening sensation you feel in your lower stomach. he just smiles at you before nodding, pressing another delicate kiss to your lips before moving his mouth on your neck, suckling purple bruises near your pulse point.

without your exoskeletons on, you can feel his warmth, and it's like you've uncovered the taste of the forbidden fruit. greedily, your hands shift from his neck to his back, and you try to move your hips in an attempt to meet his thrusts, seeking out more of this warmth, more of this feeling — trying to release the tight coil in your stomach.

"do you feel good?"

it's caleb's turn to ask a question, and in response, all you can do is moan and drag your nails softly down his back, careful not to scratch him too hard. you shake your head yes, and it's so hard to formulate sentences, when all you can think of is caleb. his name repeats like a mantra in your mind before making its way to your lips. you call for him, unaware of what you're even seeking. that is until it clicks for you, spoken through your body like a fact that the universe itself decreed.

you're seeking caleb out.

"wanna feel more warmth, wanna feel you more — wanna be one with you, caleb."

in response, caleb's eyes widen, and he moans, pressing himself against your body more, his hips driving into you harder than before. his restraints slowly die down as he observes your mannerisms when you get closer and closer to your release — mesmerized by the way you clench down on him involuntarily, the way you arch your back to meet his chest. his hand moves down to rub tight circles against your clit, making the volume of your cries for him increase tenfold.

when you inevitably reach your high, all you can do is babble caleb's name repeatedly, as you cup his cheeks, your foreheads pressed together. you can practically feel caleb's heart beating against yours, syncing up as the speed of his thrusts increases. you look down to where the two of you are joined, and the visual stimuli of his cock sliding in and out of you, covered in your slick and his pre-cum sends your mind and body into overdrive, moaning harder and harder as caleb's motions grow more frantic, desperate. eventually, the pace between his thrusts becomes uneven, and you feel his warm release shoot into your womb. his voice rougher yet laced with devotion as he comes, and the weight of his words reach your hazy mind.

"i love you i love you i love you — fuck, i love you so much."

breathing hard, he collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you under his weight. both of your bodies spent, yet feeling so fulfilled. stroking his hair softly, the way he did with you, you repeat his words to him, and although you don't quite understand them, they feel right. he feels right, and you wouldn't trade this unknown feeling for anything in the world.

"i love you, caleb."

🍎 pomme's notes — clang clang clang clang (usb connect disconnect sound x81981789) . erm . Ya !

[sai-int]

you guys ever get fucked so good you just ragdoll???

johnny can't even make it to the apartment door. the second the stairwell is empty, the groceries hit the ground, and he's quick to bend you over the banister like this was all just meant to happen (it was) within seconds he's tugging your jeans and panties down and out of the way in one sweep (they just hugged your ass too well and it turned him on)

his grip is rough, his pace brutal, fucking into you so hard your legs barely work, the railing the only thing keeping you up. the metal presses and digs into your hip bones as you claw to the wall for stability, but the feel of his cock just hammering your gspot outweighs it all. he’s muttering under his breath, half words, half curses, something about how he tried to wait, but you just had to go and push his buttons.

it’s fast, messy, entirely desperate and most definitely reckless. he’s so deep it knocks the breath right out of you, so good you don’t even think to make a sound, just go limp under the weight of it, cross-eyed and trembling while he ravages you right there in the stairwell.

[velvetwilde]

Has my panties soaked and dripping

[darthwhorecrux]

TW: smut, we all know Kisuke a freak :P

Kisuke's shy s/o who he'd been pleading with to sit on his face for some time now, you thought tonight may be the the night that you've worked up enough courage to agree to it.

"Kisuke?" You approached him timidly.

"Hm?" He was only half paying attention, busy at work on something in his shop.

Here it goes. Fear caught the words in your throat, but you forced it down, swallowing hard. "Would you want to try that thing you've been mentioning?" Hesitation, and then, "you know, sit - sitting on your face?"

At the sound of that, he perked up, nearly letting what he was doing clatter to the ground. After almost dropping a handful of gadgets, he carelessly tossed them aside, turning his body square with yours. "Right now? You're serious?"

You took a step back. "If you're too busy-"

He grabbed your waist, pulling you back in. "Never too busy for you, sweet cheeks." He grinned. "Especially if it's for that. I'm just a little surprised. What made you finally come around to the idea?" He was swaying you in his hold, his tone flirtatious, setting butterflies loose in your stomach (and pussy).

You shrugged. "It makes me nervous, but I want to try it. I can't be a scaredy cat forever, can I?"

"Cutie," Kisuke mused, dipping his head to nuzzle his nose against yours, his hat poking your head. He took it off and held it to his chest earnestly. "You have nothing to fear. I'm gonna make it worth your while. You know I will, yeah?"

"Mhm." You nodded, reminiscing on your previous escapades with him. He never fell short of satisfying you, that's for sure. You simply worried you weren't going to be enough for him. Or too much.

But to be so insecure with your goofy, eccentric, open-minded boyfriend, it was nonsense. You weren't going to let it dictate your experiences, especially when there were so many delicious ones to be had.

"Let's quit wasting time hangin' around here then." He whisked you inside, headed for the bedroom, unable to contain his eagerness.

This wasn't your first tango with Kisuke. You comfortably got undressed with him, ending up bare in his lap, drooling into his mouth at the feeling of your flesh against his, your curves soft amongst his chiseled figure. Everything was going fine, and you were dripping without even needing him to touch you down there. Everything was going fine until he was pulling away from your lips and laying back, getting into position.

Your mind immediately started to conjure worst case scenarios; suffocating him, injuring his neck, anything and everything that absolutely wouldn't happened but that still held so much power over you. It made you want to back out, to change your mind. Seeing him look up at you with that lazy smile that was so different from the panic settling into your features, panic that was quickly dissolving your pleasure, made you climb out of his lap and kneel at his side, covering your chest.

"Uh oh." He raised his eyebrows. "What's going on?"

"You're sure it won't be too much?" You fretted, arms curling tighter around yourself. "I won't be too heavy?"

"Don't worry about me." He laid a hand on your thigh, giving it an affectionate squeeze. "I think I'm definitely more excited for this than you are," he chuckled, gesturing to his hardening cock.

It was enough to make you giggle for a moment, but as soon as you were looking back at his handsome face, worrying about being on top of it, you couldn't budge.

"I can handle it just fine, angel," he continued to talk you down from your anxiety gently, though you could sense his patience was running thin with the way he groped your thigh. "Don't look so worried. Just relax and enjoy it. Can you do that for me?"

You sighed, too quiet for him to hear. "I'll do my best."

"As will I. I don't think you'll have an issue once we get into it." He smirked suggestively.

You still didn't move, brows crinkled and mouth pulled into a frown.

In his expectant stare, you could see the gears turning in his head. Kisuke thought back to the first few times you laid with him, how you were just as shy and reluctant. He'd gotten you out of your comfort zone before, and he could do it again. "Want me to get the lights?"

You nodded eagerly. A little darkness could definitely help. That way you wouldn't have to see clearly how vulgar your thighs looked around his head.

"You got it, pretty." He shot up and gave you a rushed kiss on the cheek before bouncing off of the bed, hitting the lights and plunging the room into darkness, nothing but the moonlight to guide the way.

You dropped your arms back to your sides, breathing a little easier as Kisuke got back into bed, resuming his position. There was a peacefulness, a safety that came with the darkness at a time like this. Your racing heart was slowing. You climbed back over him, straddling his lap, stealing some more kisses before it came time to place another pair of lips on his.

He was groaning impatiently, trying to keep his hips down from grinding up into yours. You lifted your head and started to crawl upwards, attempting to smoothly transition into the deed. You dared a glimpse down at Kisuke, who was smiling like a kid in a candy store.

"Ready?" You giggled at him.

"So fucking ready baby." He snaked his hands around your thighs.

You inhaled sharply, closing the distance and lowering yourself down.

You hadn't put your full weight down yet. His nuzzling into you from below, warm, wet tongue delving into your folds, was a shocking jolt to your system. You gasped and twitched, subconsciously lifting away slightly, running from his tongue.

"All the way down," he ordered from beneath you, his deep voice vibrating through your core.

"But-!"

His fingers dug into your thighs, a silent warning. He wasn't a punishing lover by any means, but he made it known that he didn't like to be disobeyed.

You worried for him, but orders were orders. You sank down, finally fully sitting on his face. He hummed contentedly below you, going back to making out with your soaking cunt.

Your nerves were quickly replaced by your pleasure, and sitting atop him now, it felt silly to ever be afraid of doing such a thing. This was Kisuke. Where you were now felt like where you were always meant to be with him. You had thought it unnatural, but with his tongue diving in and out of you, you felt closer to nature than ever, an animalistic desire springing to life from within.

He devoured you with that same wild energy, a predator sucking the life from its prey. Your whimpers and pants fueled him to suck your clit and tongue-fuck you hungrily. It was his personal heaven to have you on top, but still his little plaything, making a mess on his face, but still a mess yourself, losing control when you normally held onto such a thing with a vise grip. He liked to be able to take care of you in this way. It was everything he imagined and more.

Your own mind was blown, waves of pleasure racking through your body. Without meaning to, you caught yourself rolling your hips against his face, stopping and stilling out of decency. But Kisuke didn't want you to be decent. He was blindly fumbling for your hip, pulling on you to encourage you to keep riding his face, to use him to seek out your own pleasure. With his permission, you continued to hump his mouth, white-knuckling the headboard for support. He was humming and groaning against you, sending new waves scattering through your torso.

Your thighs were trembling around his head, upper body falling forward as you struggled to keep upright. The longer he relentlessly carried on, the more desperate you became, tugging on his blonde locks, dragging your slick against his lips with fervor. He never once let up, even as you drenched the entirety of his mouth, chin, his stubble, everywhere. If he was struggling, he didn't let it show in the slightest, taking it like a man.

Heat and pressure churned in your abdomen, making you sweat and taking the sense out of you. You had been reborn, an entirely different person from the one you were earlier. The shy girl had been replaced by one who was crying loudly and shamelessly, fucking her boyfriend's face with a longing to cum. It made Kisuke's own private area twitch, his tip swollen and leaky, imagining the feel of your sopping cunt around it. His hips were lifting on their own accord, flinching each time you sobbed out a moan. It was agony and ecstasy at the same time, feeling your pussy throb against his tongue, hearing you approaching your climax, but denying his cock the experience.

Your body shuddered and weakened with your orgasm, arms hanging like jelly against the headboard. So as not to suffocate him completely by falling over him, you dismounted from your position atop his head, unceremoniously collapsing at his side with a mess between your legs. His face was even worse, glistening with your essence as he gasped for air, but he was smiling stupidly, triumphantly, drunk off of your pussy.

"My cutie scaredy cat," he said huskily with labored breaths. "You did so good."

You melted at his praise, snuggling into him and whining shyly into his neck. "Felt so good, Kisuke," you mumbled. "Thank you for taking such good care of me. It wasn't too difficult for you?"

"Difficult? You kiddin' me?" He chuckled smugly. "That's my new happy place, so I hope you're not pretending that you enjoyed it. We'll be having a lot more of that now that you're acquainted with it."

"Oh, I think I'm more than acquainted." You laughed elatedly. "Maybe next time I'll let you leave the lights on."

"Good. Want to get a good view of my pretty lady and her pretty pussy." He winked.

The way he said it with such casualness, it made you want to give him that view right now. Your eyes drifted down to his dick, still somewhat hard and neglected.

"Have energy for round two?" You were surprised to hear yourself say. It was your pussy talking for sure. "I can turn the lights on and get back on top," you suggested. "But this time, I can give you some help with that." You nodded towards his length.

Kisuke easily picked up what you were putting down, eyes widening, he couldn't be more excited that he was going to have you sitting on his face twice in one night and once in the 69 position. He groaned and cursed under his breath. "You're killin' me. Of course I've got energy for round two. Just don't be surprised if I cum quick. He's been through a lot already." He gestured between his thighs.

"We can make it a fun little game." You grinned deviously. "Who can make the other cum first?"

"Oh, you're on, sweets. You'd better be careful what you wish for, though."

[plutotheplum]

just watched zayne's nightly rendezvous card and nghhhh he seems so whiny and pathetic <3

like imagine giving him a handjob when he's stressed and he's just whining and panting in your ear, kissing you sloppily since he's so desperate and your hand feels too good on his cock. and he's still so needy after he cums, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and sinking his cock into you as he mumbles about how much he loves you

ummm anyways...

[hawnks]

Having disgusting degenerate pervert sex but he calls it "making love"