#truly. shaking crying throwing up

[thebirdandhersong]

#keys the creator went down on his knees to talk to Millie and was losing his mind with joy over the barista learning to make coffee#and I thought I wonder if that’s how God feels about us making things and 😭😭😭😭😭 (via @magpie-trove) how could you LEAVE THIS IN THE TAGSSS MAGPIE

Thought too hard about Free Guy again shaking crying throwing up

[h-doodles]

truly not sorry but once again thinking abt miranda/mc/mia in RL. i need them SO bad. like, 2 of the most morally unsound persons (Mia & Miranda) + their little meow meow. Knowing both are so possessive and destructive (TO OTHERS) when they love and instead of running, fully embracing the chaos of it. Loving them despite their delusions of grandeur, the crimes, the secrets, and the deaths (+ undeaths) caused (or ordered!) by their hands. Acknowledging this is fucked up but you can't help it. Lovingly bitching abt their fights but fully done and gone to do anything else but to soothe and continue loving them, because after all those years of waiting and doing and redoing everything to be perfect was worth it for this.

also did i mention being their little meow meow. sorry Miranda, MC was the original gremlin in the relationship and Mia being the fucked up feral racoon she is now is not solely by her doing, MC was and IS the enabler in both relationships that it bled over sm and OUGHJJJJJHHHHhhhh im being so emo abt three (3) women being utter menaces frfr

[katasstrophy]

i truly believe that anri’s long term goal is to establish another blue lock project after the first one (successfully ?) wraps up, but this time - for female players

i just know so so bad i feel it in my bones i swear that anri has her own personal experiences playing soccer. so no matter how much it makes her want to grind her teeth to dust to be picking up after these boys, she’ll play the part of the silly little pretty manager for now, filing away every single advice and teaching ego has to give with greed.

so when the real show starts, when the time comes for her to pick the most savage and hungry and entitled girls out there playing football, she’ll be prepared. she’ll know exactly how to make them tick and bounce off each other to become the world’s best.

and it will be vicious.

[andaniellight]

2024 sure is a whole new level of insanity I don't even have the energy left to joke about it but I am genuinely glad I didn't kill myself so I get to read a new Designated Survivor: 60 Days fic on ao3. Shit.

[random-knowone]

hopefully this means they'll finally fucking put pavlove on spotify??????? maybe??????

[coyote-fever]

I am preparing for battle (going to the post office to kindly and politely ask where my missing package is)

[milkymooshi]

Just woke up and my whole body feels like crap…I shouldn’t have smoked so much. Like my head hurts and my body has aches everywhere and idk why

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

“I’ve never cum before.”

Your shy admission from earlier that day swirled about in Simon’s mind, and the more he thought about it the more he just couldn’t believe it was the truth.

So he made it his sole mission that night, to make the woman he’d had feelings for years for cum, just for him.

He wasted no time in taking you to his quarters, slowly and gently ridding you of your clothes. When he finally set eyes on your naked frame, he was truly convinced you’d ruined him for anyone else. He’d be yours until his dying breath.

He’d make you cum for him, if it was the last fucking thing he did on this earth.

You were a sweaty, writhing mess beneath him and Simon couldn’t get enough of it. The taste of you, your scent, the softness of your skin and the fucking way you sounded had Simon’s brain in a daze.

“Oh, oh my god.” You cried out, your fingers digging harshly into your lieutenants scalp. The pleasure he was giving you was unlike anything you’d ever experienced before. A burning heat began to fill your insides, as a tingling feeling spread across your abdomen.

You felt yourself clench at the sensation, your thighs tightening around Simon’s head causing him to moan against your soaked core. His eyes lifted to you as he licked a firm strip through your folds, groaning at the taste.

“Simon!” You cried out, your fingers tightening their hold on his hair. “Please, please!”

He gave a hearty chuckle in reply, his fingers and tongue increasing their pace as wet, lewd sounds from his mouth and your pussy filled the air. It was sinful just how fucking good at this he was.

Simon watched as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your pretty lips parting as you let out a strangled cry of pleasure. The sight was euphoric, and had Simons cock aching.

He needed to be inside that pretty little pussy of yours, but he was a patient man. He wouldn’t give you his cock, not until he made you cum on his tongue first.

He pulled his face away for only a moment, throwing you a small smile as his fingers continued their assault on your core. “You gonna cum, pretty girl? I can feel you clench around my fingers, I know you’re close. Just let go, be a good girl and cum for me.”

You whimpered in reply, the tight feeling in your abdomen only growing at your lieutenants words. You’d never felt this before, never felt so weightless. You allowed yourself to focus on the sensations of Simon’s tongue, as it dragged through your soaked folds, and his fingers, pumping and curling against your walls. “I-I can’t.”

“You can, good girl. Just let go, I’ve got you.” Simon groaned into your heat, his hands squeezing reassuringly at your plush thighs. “Cum, now.”

It was as if an invisible cord snapped in your belly, as a feeling of complete and utter weightlessness filled your body, a pleasant buzz tingling inside your blood. It was unlike anything you’d ever felt. You let out a soft cry, your eyes rolling back into your head as you began to shake against your lieutenants grasp. “Oh, oh my god!”

“Fuck, that’s it. Such a good fucking girl for me.” Simon pulled away from you, his mouth glistening from your arousal. The sight had the pleasant burn in your belly increasing. He looked so fucking hot.

“Simon.” You breathed, struggling to regain your senses. He made his way to you, crawling so that he was now hovering over you, a smile dancing on his lips as he looked down at you.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Simon cooed, pressing a gentle kiss to your sweaty forehead. “You were so fuckin’ good for me.”

You gave a weak nod, not trusting yourself to speak in that moment. You let your eyes flutter open, and found Simon looking at you intently, his lips parted ever so slightly.

You let your eyes flicker down, and saw Simon stroking at his impossibly hard cock. The sight made your mouth water, and had that invisible coil forming in your belly once more.

“You think you’re up for cummin’ again, love?”

[currymanganese]

I HATE ROACHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[nxtaliaistyping]

Jason Todd with breeding kink pls 👉👈?

Jason Todd + Breeding Kink <3

18+ smut, fem reader

“C’mon, push back into me.” Jason says gruffly, having slowed his pace down to a few slow but effortlessly deep thrusts into your cunt from behind.

When he’d come back from patrol, you’d practically jumped on him, needy beyond belief thanks to a particularly nasty wet dream. With the dawn sun streaming in through the blinds, Jason had hurriedly sought to give you what you wanted.

The way the soft orange rays bathed his face simply made you more desperate, reflecting off the deep pools of blue in his eyes. After ridding you both of clothes, and Jason’s fingers having pumped into you deliciously, you’d pushed him down and sank your needy pussy on him. In the frenzy, he hadn’t put a condom on, figuring he’d just pull out. While not the best solution for a man as responsible as Jason prides himself on being, it’d have to do.

Now, having grown tired of your messy bounces and instead thrown you into doggy style, he still manages to tease. Making you throw your ass back on him, impaling you on him after he’d been fucking your brains out.

“Jay…”

“No no, you can do it. I was gonna cum and didn’t wanna pull out just yet.”

Immediately your cunt tightens around him and you let out a pitiful whine. Using the most of your core strength, you fuck yourself on him with as rough of a pace as you physically can. He groans, feeling his cock throb at your determination.

“Don’t want you to pull out.” You sniffle, looking back at him from over your shoulder.

“I have to baby, m’not wearing a condom.”

“Don’t care…”

You truly don’t xare, about that or the fact you sound like a petulant child. You need him, need him to cum deep inside of you, to milk him for everything he can possibly give you. So you say three incredibly dangerous words.

“Please breed me.”

Your lover lets out a strangled noise, straight from the back of his throat. It’s almost like a dog being kicked, as he grips your hips hard to still you. His breathing becomes ragged.

“Fuck princess, you can’t say stuff like that.”

“I can Jason…I want it. I want you to breed me.”

He knows he shouldn’t, but god he nearly blew his load right there and then at your words. Taking a few shaking breaths, he calms himself down enough to grab at your throat, hoisting you up so you back arches and he can look down at your face.

“Y’want me to put a baby in you? Is that right?”

Your moan tells him everything, as he drops your head unceremoniously before moving his hips again. This time there’s no holding back, no he forces your upper half into the mattress and starts to pound you. The thick sound of him slapping against your backside with each thrust fills the air, and you nearly choke on that and the wanton noises that keep tumbling from your parted lips.

You can barely breathe, barely think as he rams into you again and again, making more noise than you’ve ever heard him make before.

“Okay…okay princess, I’ll give y’what you want. I’ll give you a baby…”

Gripping your thighs, he pulls out before flipping you over like a rag-doll; landing on your back with a soft grunt, you look up at him with bated breath as he pushes your thighs up and entering you again.

“Gonna fuckin’ breed you, just like you asked. Gotta make sure it takes.”

He angles himself before he starts fucking you nice and deep, watching your eyes roll back as you swear you can feel him messing up your insides with his cock. Your cunt squeezes him like a vice, and he knows it won’t be much longer.

“Keep squeezin’ me just like that, gonna make me cum deep inside this sweet pussy.” He mumbles, not completely sure what he’s actually saying with how turned on he is. “Gonna keep you nice and full.”

With a cry, his words tip you over the edge as you start to cum all over him. At your cunt gushing, he moans loudly and digs his nails into the plush of your hips so hard it almost hurts.

Then he’s cumming, and you gasp and twitch at the sensation. His head falls into the crook of your neck as he gasps and moans, swearing he's seeing stars or some kind of angelic apparition.

It takes him ages to pull out again, but when he does, he quickly collects any cum that seeps out and pushes it back inside, ignoring your overstimulated whimpers. Gently he sets your thighs back down, huge hands kneading the slightly sore muscles as he catches his bearings.

Although the next morning, he goes out and buys a morning after pill and watches you take it. He's not ready to be a father just yet.

[tpwk-formula1]

Can I place an order with Charles Leclerc

A cauliflower crust with Alfredo sauce

Toppings- oregano, shallots, chicken, buratta, shrimp, and turkey sausage

Drinks- Slushie, Beer, white claw, lemonade and dr. Pepper.

Dessert please!!!!

Im sorry it’s a lot but seeing a lot of red sauce and craving some sweetness

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

cauliflower sunshine x grumpy alfredo sweet sex oregano "Please, let me cum in you" shallots "I love marking you up. Let everyone know I own you" chicken "Awe, you thought I'd let you cum that easy?" burrata "How many was that? three... I think you can give me another" shrimp "I'll be gentle" turkey sausage "Only the best for my girl" slushie safe word used beer edging white claw crying lemonade body worship dr pepper dirty talk dessert yes served by Charles Leclerc

Charles x gf! reader

TW - Use of safe word, multiple orgasms, crying mentioned, hickeys, pussy eating, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

WC 1400+

Y/N POV

"I'm gonna cum," I moan out for the fourth time making Charles pull his mouth away from my clit making me whine again.

"Awe, you thought I'd let you cum that easy?" Charles said with a smirk making me groan and throw my head back again.

"I need to cum please Charlie," I beg the best I can while catching my breath still.

"You wanna cum?" Charles asked with a smirk on his face making me nod my head aggressively in desperate need of a release that has been denied for far too long.

When Charles gets back to my pussy he starts attacking my sensitive clit with his tongue bringing me to the edge again.

"Can I cum please?" I ask making Charles nod his head making me instantly fall over the edge into a shaking orgasm.

After riding out my orgasm Charles doesn't pull away but rather shoves two fingers into my pussy and starts finger fucking me with the intention of bringing me to another quick orgasm.

"Charlie, slow down," I whine when I feel the strong orgasm start to approach again. Charles doesn't slow down which brings me to another shaking orgasm scream at the overstimulation.

I'm already thrashing my hips trying to get away but Charles is far stronger than me so he continues with his fast fingers but gives my clit a bit of a break because he starts kissing my shaking inner thighs trying to bring me back to earth.

"Doing so good for me," Charles mumbles before he starts softly licking my overstimulated clit making me cry out.

"It's a lot," I mumble through labored breathing trying to gather myself but then Charles is sucking my clit into his mouth bringing me to the edge again.

"Charlie, I'm gonna cum," I scream through tears still trying to get away as my clit is getting far too overstimulated.

When Charles hits my G-spot just right I fly into another orgasm making me scream at the painfully pleasurable orgasm.

How many was that? three... I think you can give me another" Charles says with a smirk making me start to panic on the inside slightly but trying to relax my body to prepare myself for another orgasm.

Charles give me a bit of a break leaving my pussy alone but keeping his mouth busy by placing soft kisses against my thighs and lower tummy.

When Charles slowly brings his mouth back to my clit my body unintentionally tenses up still far to sensitive to be completely enjoyable.

"Charlie," I whine slightly wiggling my hips but it's not until Charles and slipping his fingers into my pussy that I realize I truly can't handle it anymore.

I try my best to continue going knowing Charles is enjoying himself but then he starts hitting my G-spot with every thrust making me start crying softly again.

I can feel my orgasm approaching and it's anything but pleasurable which has me thrashing my hips trying to get away but Charles holds my hips down trying to bring me to my fourth orgasm that he can feel is approaching.

"PINEAPPLE!" I finally scream out making Charles instantly pull his mouth away from my pussy before softly pulling his fingers out not wanting to hurt me any further. I end up breaking down in tears turning on my side and pulling my knees up to my chest into a little ball before I feel Charles shuffling up the bed to face me.

"Mon amour, I'm so fucking sorry," Charles says when he sees my face. When I look at him his mouth is still wet and swollen but his eyes are now full of regret instead of the lust that was there moments ago.

"It's okay," I rasp out since I was starting to lose my voice from screaming.

"No! I should've listened," Charles says clearly berating himself in his head.

I scoot myself closer to him before stroking his cheek softly.

"No, that's our deal, you keep going until I safe word out. I didn't realize I was gonna safe a word out until it was flying out of my mouth," I tell him softly before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"I'm sorry I ruined the mood," I tell him softly breaking the silence making him scoff.

"Don't! You didn't ruin anything. I'm glad you felt safe enough to use your safe word. I love you," Charles tells me softly making me smile before placing another kiss on his lips.

"Do you need anything?" Charles asks softly making me shake my head no.

"Give me a few minutes," is all I tell Charles before getting out of bed on shaky legs and heading to the bathroom.

When I get into the bathroom I see how much of a mess I was. I quickly pull myself back together before I wash my face from the tears.

When I go back into our room I find Charles lying on his back staring at the ceiling clearly feeling terrible still.

When I crawl back into bed instead of going on my side I crawl on top of Charles feeling his cock is no longer a raging boner rather it was a semi now.

"Mon Amour, what are you doing," Charles gasps when he feels my hips start rocking.

It doesn't take long for Charles to start getting hard again making him groan.

"Please Charlie," I beg trying to speed up my actions but with Charles's hands on my hips he's making it more difficult.

"I don't want to hurt you," Charles says with a sheepish look.

"You won't, please I wanna make you feel good," I tell him softly while still rocking my hips.

Finally, Charles gave in and flipped us over making sure we were both on top of the covers rather than just me on top of them.

"Please, I need you, Charlie. Please, just go slow," I beg.

"I'll be gentle," Charles whispers softly before he starts placing soft kisses around my neck and jaw before he found my sweet spot near my ear and bitting down and giving it a soft suck making sure it leaves a little mark.

"So beautiful," Charles mumbled before trailing his mouth down my neck and settling on my tits where he leaves a few hickeys scattered across both of my tits.

"I love marking you up. Let everyone know I own you" Charles mumbled softly before leaving a faint trail of hickeys down to my pussy where he places a soft kiss on it before pulling himself back up.

"God you're so fucking gorgeous," Charles mumbles against my lips before kissing me and slowly starting to slip into my pussy making me gasp.

Charles gives me all the time I need to adjust to his size but as soon as I nod my head he slowly starts rocking his hips instantly making me start moaning at the pleasure.

"It's so good," I mumble against Charles's lips making him smile softly to himself.

"So tight baby," Charles groans back making him wrap my arms around his head and holding him close while he starts picking up his thrusts.

"Charlie! Fuck, I'm gonna cum," I moan loudly trying to hold off my orgasm as long as possible wanting to cum with Charles.

"Please, let me cum in you," Charles says making me nod my head.

"I wanna feel you filling me up, Charlie," I tell him in a stuttered voice trying to hold off a little longer but quickly falling over the edge when Charles speeds up his thrusts throwing me into an intense orgasm. I start shaking almost instantly from how intense the pleasure is that's coursing through my body.

"FUCK!" I scream out while clenching against Charles's cock before his thrusts start to become inconsistent letting me know Charles was close.

I clench around him as tight as possible making Charles falter slightly before he's spilling his cum deep in my pussy. I gasp when I can feel his cum painting my walls, but keep my pussy clenched to make sure Charles can ride his orgasm out.

"Fuck, Charlie, so good," I tell him softly while rolling on my side and pulling him in for a soft kiss.

"Only the best for my girl," Charles says softly before kissing my lips again.

"Still sorry I had to put a pause earlier," I tell Charles softly making him roll his eyes jokingly.

"I promise it is okay," he tells me softly kissing my lips and pulling him into his chest so I can fall asleep wrapped up in his warmth.

[baby-tini]

dabi and reader are making out and it gets heater when readers ex keeps calling and they finally answer and dabi just continues kisses all over while they attempt to tell the ex off

I may or may not have gone over-board.. oops

It started too piss you off, one or two calls you could deal with.. but fuck 54?? Yeah, no, and you could tell Dabi was getting sick and tired of hearing your ringtone go off plus the vibration of messages. It was really starting to piss him off too. Dabi prides himself on being mostly calm and having good composure. But when he couldn't even fuck his pretty girl in peace? That crossed a line. I mean come the fuck on, he couldn't even make his pretty pussy cum for him without a barrage of texts and calls from your blatantly stupid ex, I mean they really didn't get the idea that you wanted them too fuck?

His breaking point was when he had just made you cum on his tongue, fuck you were so happy too finally cum after the hour of accidental edging you were receiving from Dabi stopping to silence your phone. You had pleaded with Dabi to turn your phone off so that he could just fuck you already, but he had blown you off and just silenced it. Smirking at you too just wait because he had an idea. That was never really good though, because it meant you got caught in the cross-fire.

He loved doggy, truly he did. It gave him a perfect of your ass bouncing back against his cock, as you pleaded with him too fuck you harder. Gave him perfect access to slap your ass and pull your hair, allowed him to lean over you and get deeper as he whispered in your ear. "Just like that doll, just like that- fuckkk so good. Tightest fuckin' pussy, your ex will never feel this shit again, you understand me?" You try to nod for him, let him know that you understand. But it's truly all in vain because his grip is tight on your hair, using it as leverage to pull you back against him faster, hair threatening to rip at the roots.

"Speak pretty baby, tell me you understand, yeah? Unless you don't wanna cum anymore, hm? Is that what you want baby?" You shake your head "no," fucking yourself backwards on his dick, whining at him, "no, no Dabi.. it's not what I want, wanna cum on your cock. Please let me, please please please-" He pushes your face into the pillow to shut you up. Pillow being drenched in you tears and spit as you feel sweat running down your neck.

"Alright, alright baby, you can cum- fuck squeeze me like that again babydoll." he whines so pretty in your ear as you hiccup when his lithe fingers reach around and start rolling your clit around, slapping at your xlit when you try too pull away, whining at him that it's, "too much Dabi, gonna cum too quick.. haa fuck." He presses a wet kiss to your cheek when you reach behind you and try to slap at his chest, but he just leans back and grabs both of your arms and puts them in a cross behind your back. It's all so fucking good, he fucks you so good, his prince albert piercing fucking into your sweet spot so good.

But then it happens again, that loud, ugly cry coming from your phone to alert you of an incoming call and Dabi huffs out a laugh. There's an annoyed whine bubbling in your throat when Dabi pulls out but you settle down when he pats your ass a couple times. He grabs your phone and chooses the facetime option before he throws the phone over to you. You quickly try to move the phone away from you and covering your chest but Dabi just rips your hands away and tosses your phone to the side before he puts you back in position, with your ass in the air. Slipping his cock back inside he picks up your phone while he fucks into you.

"I was waiting for you too call, you can't take a hint, can you fucker?" There's shuffling on the other side of the phone before Dabi grabs you by the hair and pulls your head back. "Ah ah, don't you fuckin' hang up now, dumb fuck. You're gonna watch as I fuck my pussy and hopefully then you get the hint when she cums on my dick, yeah?" Dabi moves the phone in front of your face as he fucks into you harder, and all your ex sees is your eyes crossed as drool spills down your chin. Your mouth left in an 'o' as he chuckles at your loud whines, hickeys covering your neck and chest, your close.. fuck so close. But Dabi pulls the phone back and hangs up as you cum, head falling forward as you scream into the pillow.

Dabi cums inside after a few seconds later as he bites into your shoulder. Grunting in your ear as you shake, chest heaving as your vision goes blurry. It takes a couple minutes for you to recover, Dabi pulls out and falls to the side, moving you so that your face is buried in his chest. When you finally catch your breath you lean up to kiss him, "you hung up? I thought you were gonna teach them a lesson?" Dabi huffs out a laugh, moving your sweaty hair away from your face. "I did, but I wasn't gonna let them watch you cum for me. I'm the only one allowed too see that shit, but... if it doesn't deter them, I can always set them on fire, babydoll."

[cherubfae]

"𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔅𝔏𝔒𝔚" || {𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢}

tags: nsfw, smut, blowjobs, cum eating, 69, gn!afab!reader, angel!reader for Adam, ftm/masc reader (still using gn pronouns but mentions of reader having tdick/use of the term cock for reader!) for angie and stolas <3, daddy kink/degradation in blitz's, mutual masturbation, manhandling, bit of corruption kink/blasphemy in Adam's oop, striker needs to calm down lmao, size kink/size difference, this kinda got away from meeeee

Angel Dust

"Oh, fuck, baby. You really know how to work that tongue of yours." Angel gasps, one arm covering his face, legs parting wide with a subtle shake to make more room for you to work your magic on his weeping cock. Guiding you gently, his hand cups the back of your head panting in tune to the soft humps he gives your mouth going deeper with every micro-thrust. "You're doing so good for me, baby. Gonna keep stretching out that mouth.. Move your legs over my face. Gonna get you off too, pretty." Suddenly gripping you with every set of his arms, Angel holds your hips over his waiting mouth. His warm tongue laps at your erect tdick, smirking against your soft skin at your whiny moans.

Lucifer

Wings sputtering at his back, he wrenches out a deep gasp, body bowing over your hunched form. His impish tail sways and flicks, swirling the nearby area as if wagging like a dog. "Gosh, stardust. Your mouth feels divine. Oh, fuck, just like that, baby. Gonna fuckin' burst. Fuck, lemme fuck you on my tongue please-- pleaseeeee!!" Lucifer moans, pulling back cumming thick ropes of cum across your cheeks and face. Ever the gentleman, he's quick to fall to his knees and lap up his own cum. His cock drools between his legs, clawing at your thighs to make way for his hungry mouth.

Vox

Grunting low, Vox keeps his gaze on you as he jerks his cock. Slick precum coats his fists, glitching eyes watching the way you toy with your entrance for him. "Fuck, baby, fuckfuckfuck. You're so hot. C'mere. I need you. Please, I need you." Vox gasps, sharing a quick, sloppy kiss before relinquishing his cock into your care. You take him immediately, hollowing your cheeks out. Clawing his hand into your hair, Vox fucks into your mouth without abandon throwing his head back with a staticy cry. He cums harshly, keeping your face pressed to his crotch tightly as he empties every last drop of cum down your throat.

Adam

He'd been having a horrible, shitty day. Nothing seemed like it was going right and he couldn't even fuckin get himself off properly. And there you were, his sweet little subordinate, ever so eager to please him. It truly warmed his heart. "Hey there, babe. Your captain here is in need of some help. Can you lend your mouth? It's what God would want..." Adam frees his thick cock from his robes. Your hot breath sending shivers down his body hard enough to make his balls clench in anticipation. Eagerly, you take him into your mouth and down your throat bobbing your head. Adam's strong thighs flex, his large, warm hand rests against your nape encouraging you to take him all the way. His other hand soothes across the bend of your delicate wings, toying with the sensitive silvery-white feathers.

Blitzø

His hand tightens around the base of his cock, he smacks his tip against your waiting tongue gasping sharply with short jolts of pleasure. "Fuck, aren't you precious? So eager to suck such a nice, hard cock, eh, babe?" Growling affectionately, Blitzø grips your chin and slowly pushes himself into your waiting mouth. Humping himself against you, Blitzø snarls, tail swaying behind him. "Gonna take every drop I give you? Be a good little slut for daddy and maybe I'll fuck whatever hole you want me in tonight."

Stolas

He certainly wasn't expecting you to sink down to your knees before him in such a public area. His cloak drapes around your shoulders the second you pull his cock free. Taking him into your mouth quickly, Stolas slams his fist into the wall desperately clawing for anything to find purchase. You look like a dream, taking care of him so sweetly. The wet slick noises make him feel dizzy and lightheaded, legs trembling as he holds your chin softly rocking himself into your mouth. "Oh, goodness, my love. I'm afraid I won't last much longer if you keep this up. We should head home. I need to see you sprawled beneath me toying your cock for me in more agreeable lighting, my darling~."

Striker

He's not nearly all tough bravado as he likes to make himself seem. Not with how hard he's clenching his teeth and how rapidly his tail is thrashing about, knocking down anything in its vicinity. You blink up at him with your tongue on his balls, clearly a bit unimpressed. Taking one into your mouth, Striker hisses, hips lifting off the ground for more friction. Your hands force his lower body back down, keeping him pinned and unmoving. Taking his tail, much softer than how you're sucking at his cock, winding the prehensile appendage around your wrist to keep him still. "Fuck, darlin'. That ain't fair, keepin' me restricted like this." Striker grunts yet makes no means to free himself. The precum leaking from his cock is more than enough to tell you how much he's enjoying this.

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[felinecyan]

When The Night Calls

[Izuku Midoriya x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Your best friend leaving the hero course was enough to make you lose your mind. Especially when he’s suddenly standing across from you with nothing but a tired smile.

WC: 2978

Category: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Vigilante!Deku

Please give this one extra love!! Somehow Midoriya is also very suspiciously difficult to write 👀 (Also, that 3rd-degree burn I gave my hand today is making me want to cry and throw myself in a river. Damn you, AO3 curse!! )

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Seeing that letter taped on your door broke you in more ways than one.

He had been gone for almost a week, but his note left behind made you realize just how long it'd been. How long he had left you with nothing more than a simple explanation of his departure and how it felt like he was never coming back.

The entire class had been on edge ever since. The note even threw Bakugo for a loop, as much as he would deny it. It had everyone wondering where he was and if he was okay.

It hurt you the most, though. He was the closest friend you had and the only one who truly understood your feelings.

But now he was gone.

Aizawa still continued teaching, but with Midoriya absent, the class just couldn't focus. He wasn't as good at making things seem less depressing or stressful, and his lectures were just boring without a green bush to lighten the mood. Or at least, you thought so.

You haven't been paying much attention lately, and you're too busy thinking of your missing friend. Your grades had been slipping, but it wasn't like anyone could blame you. Even if your friends could, they didn't say anything.

They had tried talking to you, but all you could do was give them a half-hearted smile, shake your head, and tell them, "I'm fine."

You weren't fine, and you knew that. But what were you supposed to do? Cry about it? It’s not like he’d come back if you did that.

Ironically, he did technically come back.

That day, Aizawa decided to keep the pain everyone felt about Midoriya buried beneath the surface, so he assigned you all a ten-page essay about the history of quirks.

So, here you were, writing a half-assed essay close to two in the morning. Kaminari was blowing up the group chat with memes and random jokes, but no one seemed to care or even respond.

Well, that was until Bakugo started yelling at him to stop texting because he was trying to sleep.

That went on for about a solid ten minutes, with everyone getting annoyed at the two idiots, but eventually, it died down.

You took a glance at the clock, which now read 2:12 a.m.

Sleep just couldn't come to you. Not now, not when your brain was filled with thoughts of the broccoli boi.

Then, there was a tiny patter against your window, almost like a knock. If it hadn’t been so quiet, you might not have heard it.

You ignored it at first, of course, but it continued, the knocks getting louder and more urgent.

Finally, you stood from your chair, deciding to investigate, but then, the knocking stopped.

You paused, confused, but shrugged, figuring you must have been hearing things.

Yeah, right, because hearing knocks on your dorm window at 2 a.m. is normal.

It turned out to be a good thing you got up because when you turned back around, a figure was directly behind you.

You jumped back in fear, letting out a short shriek before slapping your hands over your mouth. The side eye glance to your window, now open and curtain rustling in the slight wind, had you regretting not locking the damn thing.

The figure let out a small chuckle, his shoulders shaking a bit, and your heart rate sped up.

You could see the person a lot better now that they weren't in the shadows, but the moonlight still kept their face hidden.

All you could see was the curly mess of green hair and a large hoodie with a black mask pulled over the bottom half of their face.

But you didn’t have to see his eyes to know exactly who it was.

Your hands fell limply to your sides as the boy stepped closer. His hand reached the hood of his suit, slowly pulling it off, and his bright, emerald green eyes were staring straight into yours.

The only thing you could do was stare, dumbfounded.

"You did lock it, by the way," the boy's voice said. It sounded hoarse and scratchy as if he hadn't spoken in days. He probably hadn't.

Still, his intuition never failed.

You continued to stare, eyes wide and unblinking.

Midoriya's brow furrowed, a look of worry replacing his smile.

"They really should put more difficult locks on these things. I mean, honestly, all I had to do was twist it, and it opened. If I were a villain, then— hmph!"

Your arms wrapped around his neck tightly, cutting him off. His eyes widened, surprised, but eventually, he relaxed, wrapping his own arms around your waist and pulling you closer.

"I was so worried," you said. You could feel your body starting to tremble, tears pricking your eyes. "Everyone was."

His arms tightened, his chin resting on your shoulder.

"I know. I'm sorry," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. "I couldn't think of any other way."

You leaned back a bit enough to look him in the eyes. His tired, determined eyes.

"Wait, if you’re here… does that mean...?"

"I need my notebook." He kept his frown, and a sigh escaped his lips. "You have my old notes, right? I need those."

Oh.

That was it.

That was why he was back.

"Oh," You failed to hide the disappointment in your tone. "Right, uh, hold on…"

You pulled away, your eyes looking away from his. You could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head as you walked over to the desk, rummaging through the drawer.

Speaking of, your desk was an absolute disaster. If allowing students in your dorm room wasn't against the rules, Iida would have broken down your door a long time ago, screaming at the top of his lungs about how your room was in utter chaos.

Eventually, you found it. It was covered in sticky notes, and some of the pages were folded. Makes sense, considering the fact that you'd spent the last week reading it, studying, and hoping to find some kind of clue about his whereabouts and the league itself.

But even if it was in your hands, screaming for its owner, you hesitated. He was going to leave again, wasn't he? He wasn't going to stay.

But common sense hit you. You couldn’t force him to stay. It would be selfish of you to even ask.

You turned, walking back over to him. He was staring intently at the ground, his eyes narrowed in concentration, and he had a small frown on his face.

When you were a couple of feet away, he finally looked up, his hand reaching out for the book.

"Here," you said, trying not to let the sadness seep into your words. "Don’t mind the added stickies. Simpler terms, easier to understand, you know?"

"Right, thanks," he murmured, his eyes darting over the cover before flipping through the pages. His brows were scrunched together, and his fingers fiddled with the pages, flipping through them with a practiced speed.

He was so concentrated on the notebook that he didn't see your frown, and he didn't see the sadness in your eyes.

But then, he froze.

His eyes scanned over one of the pages, his fingers tightening around the spine of the book, and his breath hitched.

His eyes flickered up to yours, and his lips were set in a tight line.

"You read this?"

"Huh?" You blinked, taken aback. "Was I… not supposed to read it all?"

"What? No, no, I meant this page."

He flipped the book around, opening it to a certain page, and held it up for you to see.

Oh, yeah, his page. The one where he wrote about himself. Which, proudly, you knew most of what was written in it, anyway. Some things caught you off guard, but not many.

"Oh, yeah, I skimmed over it," you admitted.

"And... how much did you skim over?"

"Um... all of it? I mean, I'm in your hero notes, too. I took a lot more of my time on the page dedicated to me, I have to admit, but uh… What's the big deal?"

Midoriya looked at you, and his gaze was intense. "Did you… miss me that much that you would study my hero notes that closely?"

"Well, I wouldn’t say closely—"

He tilted his head in an almost sarcastic manner, and his eyes narrowed as he leaned over to point at a section in his notes.

A bright pink sticky note, covered in stars, was stuck onto the paper.

It was a small part, a very short paragraph, and you had given your analysis of him and not of his quirk either. It was a list of his attributes, his personality, and the type of hero he was.

To someone else, it would be pretty informative about what kind of person he was and what kind of hero he would be, but you both knew the true meaning behind the note.

Because it was all the things you missed about him.

"… oh, " was all you could say.

The air around you two suddenly became awkward, the silence becoming heavy.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

But, as expected, Midoriya broke the silence.

"I figured since you’re still awake, it must mean that you're working on homework or studying, and you wouldn’t do that at night if I weren’t gone," he began. "I thought that maybe it would be too soon to come back, or even that I should have stayed away, but, well, I really needed my notes, and, honestly, I wanted to see you, and—!"

He was rambling again. You could practically see the gears turning in his head, his brain spitting out more words than his mouth could.

At least he was still himself, you thought.

You decided to cut him off, placing your hand on his arm, and he jolted at the sudden contact, his head snapping back up to yours.

"I’m sorry," you said, looking down.

He looked confused, tilting his head. "What for? You have nothing to be sorry for; you didn't do anything wrong."

"No, I—" You cut yourself off, biting your lip, and looked away. You took a deep breath before speaking.

"I'm sorry," you started. "For not stopping you. For not coming with you. For not helping you. I had no idea what you were going through, and I was too worried about myself, and I didn't—"

"Hey, hey, stop," Midoriya said, placing his hand on your shoulder. You hadn't realized you were shaking. "This is my fight, okay? It's not yours, and I was the one who didn’t want to bring anyone else into this mess. This isn’t your fault, so please don’t beat yourself up about it."

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do." You looked back up at him, tears blurring your vision. "I don’t know how to help."

He was silent for a moment, but then, he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you once again, and you buried your head in his chest, gripping the fabric of his hoodie.

"It's okay," he said. "I don’t expect you to know how to help, and I didn’t come here for your help. Well, technically, I did since you had my notebook, but I’m speaking on a—"

“I know, I know," you mumbled.

Another moment of silence, and then, he sighed, a puff of air brushing your ear.

"I'm not sure when I'll be back, if I ever will, but I promise," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear and his words making your heart skip a beat. "I promise we will be fine. We all will. Me, you, everyone else. It might take a while, but we will be okay."

You nodded, your grip on his hoodie tightening. This was the sound of a goodbye, and the finality of it terrified you.

"It’s just…" you mumbled, and his brow furrowed.

"Just what?"

You hesitated, a lump forming in your throat.

"What?" He repeated, pulling back to look you in the eye. "Please tell me."

You took a deep breath, swallowed the lump, and looked him in the eye.

"It's just that... You’re my not-alone buddy, remember?”

Midoriya froze, his eyes widening.

It was a little game you two had back when things weren’t so complicated. Back when you were just normal students.

You both struggled to make friends, so you made a pact. Obviously, that thought disbanded when everyone else got close, and now you all were pretty good friends, but the friendship between him and you was different. It was a bond between you two that was just special.

Not even ‘Kacchan’ could ruin that, as close as he and Midoriya grew.

You never called him Deku, even after Bakugo and the rest of the class started calling him by the nickname. Sure, it was his hero name, and you could call him that, but you just never felt comfortable.

Todoroki didn’t either, but then again, Todoroki didn't call anyone by their nicknames.

But, back to the point.

"We made a pact, and... that was one of the things I wrote on the sticky notes." You gestured to the book. "It was during my angry denial phase, so I’m not that proud of it, but… it was still true."

"You were angry?" He asked, confused. "Why?"

"Well, first of all, I was worried sick. I knew you were going to go do something stupid, and obviously, I was right.”

He winced at that.

"But I was angry because you didn’t trust me, and I felt like you were leaving me, too," you said, biting your lip. "I know that sounds stupid and selfish, and I get that this was your battle, not mine, and I can't change that, but... I guess I was just scared. You didn’t even tell me before you left, and the note was just..."

You trailed off, a lump forming in your throat again, and your eyes burned with tears.

You didn't want to cry in front of him, so you buried your face in his chest again, and his grip tightened around you.

"I'm sorry," he apologized.

You shook your head. "Don’t apologize. It's not like you're changing your mind."

He was quiet for a moment, his head lowering and his lips resting on your forehead.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

Your breath hitched. "Izuku, please don't say it."

He pulled back, and his face was unreadable. He looked determined, his eyes burning with passion, and it hurt. It hurt to know that, despite everything, he still had his mind made up.

"I have to go," he said, and his voice was quiet. "I don’t want to leave you alone. I really don’t, but I have to, and you need to stay safe. Me being here isn't doing anything good, and I can't keep coming back and putting you in danger. So, for now, at least until the Shigaraki is dealt with, please just be safe. Don’t try and find me, and please don't let anyone else know I was here."

He paused, his eyes glancing towards the window.

"Actually, I might come back just to get rid of that lock. I mean, seriously, I barely even touched it, and it came right off. You could easily replace it with something stronger, maybe one of those new locks that only respond to fingerprints! But, then it can be traced back to you, and they can use you to— oh, man, I'm rambling again, aren't I?"

You didn't bother to respond. Instead, you leaned up, pressing your lips against his cheek.

Midoriya's entire face went bright red, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.

You could feel your face burning, but it was worth it to see his reaction.

"Be careful," you said. "Please, Izu, don’t be stupid."

"R-Right."

He stumbled a bit, his hand coming up to touch the spot where your lips were. His eyes flickered back to you, and you swore you saw him blushing, but then he turned, heading towards the window.

"Oh, uhm, b-by the way," he said, reaching the window. He placed his hand on the frame, glancing back at you. "For Aizawa's essay, you have to also analyze the strengths and weaknesses, not just the evolution of quirks. Make sure to read the whole paragraph in that book he gave us at the beginning of the semester."

He gave you one last smile, pulling the mask over his mouth and the hood over his head. You looked in befuddlement as he stepped out onto the roof, and your hands were wrapped around the edges of the open window.

"How did you—"

"It's Aizawa," His mask was muffling his voice, so he lifted it up a bit, and his eyes twinkled. "What else do you expect from him?"

And then he jumped.

He let the mask drop back down and became just another shadow in the night, with his green lightning trailing behind him.

You didn’t have the energy to laugh, and you didn't have the heart.

You leaned against the windowsill, letting the cool night air wash over your face. You sighed, watching the clouds drift in the sky.

"You're still an idiot," you whispered, closing your eyes.

When the sun rises, this encounter will only be a distant memory.

But for now, the cold night was enough to convince you otherwise. For now, his green eyes were staring up at the same night sky, and he was thinking of you, too.

That kiss on the cheek, as tame as it was, was still enough to make his head spin. You were still his friend, his not-alone buddy, and nothing was going to change that.

And you both were okay with that.

[babyleostuff]

seeing them cry for the first time | ot 13

❥ seungcheol 

would immediately try to act as if nothing happened, he’d probably insist that something just got into his eye. “just give me a second baby, i’m okay,” he’d quietly say, tears running down his cheeks. we know that cheol tries to act tough and strong not to upset people around him, and to maintain his leader persona, but the second he feels your arms around him, cradling him to your chest, he’d burst out crying again. despite everything, cheol is a very sensitive person and he needs people to take care of him, especially when he’s that vulnerable. 

❥ jeonghan 

at first jeonghan would try to laugh it off, joking about it would be like a coping mechanism for him. he never tried to keep his emotions or how he was feeling from you, but there was something about crying that made him extra shy and vulnerable. “i’ll be right back, honey,” he’d say between his quiet sobs, getting up from the couch. the moment you realised he wanted to hide his tears from you, you grabbed him by his waist, your chest pressed to his back. “don’t run away, hannie. i’m here with you, it’s okay,” you murmured into his back, pressing kisses over his exposed shoulder. no words would have to be exchanged - the fact that you were there for him was enough. 

❥ joshua

joshua wouldn’t want to make a big deal out of it, he knew that there would come a time when he’d cry in front of you, but when it actually happened he was kind of scared how you’d react. he’d look at you with teary eyes and a frown, and you’d immediately know that something serious had happened. joshua usually preferred to be left alone when he was upset or very stressed to have some time to sort things out in his head, so seeing him so sad was truly heartbreaking for you. he wouldn’t say much, just reach his hand out to you, so you’d know that he wanted to be comforted.

❥ jun 

at first jun would excuse himself before he actually started crying, saying he just needed to use the bathroom. but while he was sitting on the cold floor, tears streaming down his cheeks, he’d realise that he wanted nothing more but to be in your arms, so he’d quickly get up and just throw himself into your embrace. it wasn’t unusual for jun to hug you out of the blue, but you’d immediately know something was wrong when you’d feel his body shake from his quiet sobs. “just hold me like this, please,” he’d whisper, reaching for your hand. and you’d stay like that, your body tightly wrapped around his until he’d doze off, his face hidden in the crook of your neck.

❥ hoshi 

when hoshi cried he never tried to hide it, to run away, definitely not to laugh it off - he’d immediately reach for you, and cry into your shoulder. he had realised a long time ago that you were his comfort place, his safe bubble, and you’d be the first person hoshi would search for when he was upset. the first time it happened wasn’t any different, he was so stressed about their new comeback that instead of going home he rushed straight to your apartment and just threw himself into your arms. 

❥ wonwoo 

wonwoo would try to do everything not to cry in front of you in the first place, he’d sit there with red eyes and shaky hands, but he swore he’d never cry in front of you. but seeing you, worry and fear written all over your face, the knowledge that you cared so much about him that you were on the verge of tears yourself, would make wonwoo drop the “cold” persona, and just break down. “i’m so sorry, i’m sorry,” he’d sob into your shoulder, gripping your hand tightly in his. “never apologise for crying, wonwoo. and thank you for being so vulnerable with me, for trusting me,” that’s what he’d want to hear after. 

❥ woozi 

similarly to wonwoo, would do everything not to cry in front of you - woozi was never big on displaying his emotions, especially those vulnerable ones, but everyone has a breaking point, even our strong woozi. one time he’d just break down in sobs and tears right in front of you, he’d crumble into your arms, holding onto you for dear life. he wouldn’t try to say anything, and he wouldn’t want for you to say anything either, he’d just want to be held tightly, without judgement.

❥ dk 

he’d just cry harder seeing your worried expression. dk was never good at keeping his emotions and how he felt from you, he was an open book, but that didn’t mean he let you see this side of him often. he never meant to make you upset because he was feeling down, all he wanted was to make you laugh and smile, so the first time he cried in front of you was extra emotional for him. he never realised that you cared so deeply for him. “i love you,” he’d quietly murmur over and over again, his voice muffled by your neck, as you were gently running your hand through his hair to calm him down.    

❥ mingyu 

would try to reassure you that he’s okay, and that you don’t have to worry. mingyu is your personal fluffball of energy and positivity, he always hides it when he’s feeling down not to upset or worry you, because your happiness is number one priority to him. “it’s okay baby, i’m fine,” would be the first thing he’d say, but from his shaky voice and trembling hands, you’d know that he was struggling a lot more than he’d like to admit. the second you hug him he just breaks and lets the tears fall freely. 

(mingyu crying is something so truly heartbreaking)

❥ minghao 

minghao would smile through his tears and assure you that he is fine, that you shouldn’t worry. he’d wipe away the tears from his cheeks like it was nothing. before, he never saw crying as a weakness, but when it happened for the first time in front of you, he thought that maybe you’d think he was weak, and all he ever wanted was to be the tough guy that could always protect you. without saying anything, you’d just wrap your arms around his waist, letting him cry into your shoulder. “i love you, hao. no matter what.” 

❥ seungkwan 

seungkwan would be a mix of dk and minghao - he wouldn’t be good at keeping his emotions from you, but at the same time, he’d sometimes hide them behind a mask of humour and sarcasm to not show the weaker side of him. seungkwan would try really hard not to cry in front of you, at first he’d push your arms away and insist that he was fine, but when you were finally able to wrap your arms tightly around his waist to keep him in place, seungkwan would start crying harder and harder, until his cheeks were stained form dried out tears. 

❥ vernon 

vernon would just stand in the middle of the living room, tears falling down his cheeks, his body shaking from the tiny sobs. he never thought about how crying in front of you would make him feel like, but he quickly realised that he’d do anything to be hugged by you, to be protected from the cruel world. you’d be speechless at first, seeing him so upset and heartbroken, and you’d quickly rush over to him and cradle his face in your hands. “c-can you just hold me for a while?” at that moment vernon realised that you were his comfort place. 

❥ chan 

he’d just crumble and fall into your embrace, holding onto you for dear life. “i can’t do this anymore, i’m so tired”. chan might be one of the most mature members, but being so strong and independent is sometimes too exhausting, and he just wants to be taken care of too. might need some reassurance after that crying doesn’t make him less of a man, that it doesn’t make him weak - that he doesn’t need to be so tough all of the time. would love to be cuddled too, for once being the small spoon, hiding in the crook of your neck, as your arm held him close to your body.

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then he realises he’s gotta give you a hug because he made you cry :( you didn’t mean to it’s not your fault :( why is he yelling :(((

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like full on, snivelling and crying like a baby with the heels of your hands pressing into your eyes because it’s been a while since you’ve been yelled at by a man like that, especially one you trust and respect. he freezes up, blinking at you as he watches you crumple and sob infront of him before heaving out a sigh, looking around to see if the two of you are alone or if he needs to take you somewhere before yanking you into his chest, wrapping his arms round you.

“alright alright, hey. look, stop.” he rubs your back uncertainly, not used to having to comfort girls. he didn’t usually stick around for all that shit.

you yell out something incoherent and slurred, too upset to think straight so he results to shushing you, swaying a little side to side with you in his arms as he shakes his head, still miffed and in disbelief at your reckless actions — but he couldn’t just send you off like this. your parents would have his head.

“you gonna stop crying? be a big girl about this?” he stresses, forcing you away by the shoulders to hold you there and look at you and you sigh, shrugging dramatically. “throwing tantrums n’shit doesn’t work with me— alright— you gotta learn to take some accountability around here. know you’re not used to that.” he rants in his usual abrasive rafe-like manner, but there’s a softness to it— like he truly is saying it to help you.

“i’m sorry.”

“okay… i—i know.” he hesitates, knowing it’s not like him, before pulling you into his chest again, acting like it pained him. “you’re a menace. know that?”

he feels you nod against him, and doesn’t let you see his little smile.

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