#you’re my hero

[lavendermin]

LKJUHGFGHJ PLS ACCEPT THIS HUMBLE OFFERING-

— 🦋

you smell baiju on his breath.

jing yuan is staring at you; he's been staring at you for a full minute at this point, his hand resting contently upon your thigh. you're a little too aware of it, feeling the flush from all that alcohol settling deep, deep down into your bones. "sorry." you instinctively mutter when your head knocks against his cheek. jing yuan's laugh is breathy, adoring almost.

"don't apologize." he mumbles, nose nudging into your hair. "it was an accident, clearly."

you nod emphatically because of course it was. you, willingly hurting jing yuan? never. not at all! you should really stop drinking, you're drunk off of your rocker-

you reach out and take another sip then teeter a bit. his lips are pressed against your ear. his breath is hot. your mind...it's many things ( fuzzy for one, all jumbled shapes and colors but that warmth...it feels good ). that hand on your thigh drags up a bit, settling on the soft surface of your stomach.

"mh...i think we had to much." you admit, sparing enough dignity to seem sheepish at least.

"Is that so?" he coos as some of his weight rests a little heavier on you.

"yes." you meet his gaze and giggle. "you're so touchy, yuan..." you add.

"am i?" he continues to play coy, his laughter a deep, hearty thing that trembles in his chest. you want to push his face away. you want to pull him close and kiss him. jing yuan has you lain against the soft sheets in an instant. your leg hooks round his thigh. "my, you're no better either." he mumbles, pecking your cheek.

you press up against him, blissfully serene. the curve of your back is cupped and your body, pinned. "yes. because you're warm."

"i'm warm." he repeats, humor soaking into his words.

"so, so warm." you insist.

his lips are on your neck then. "yes." he mumbles, half gasping. "and so are you..."

Anon… sweet sweet 🦋 anon… what do I even add onto this??? Full marks, no notes, 10000/10 I need that drunk man on my lap NOW! I have reread this maybe 20 times and kicked my feet like a little schoolgirl each time bc it’s so SO good. Subtle in touches and a love that has a weight to it. A sultry exchange with light banter GAWD i need to lay down and process this over and over again. Jing Yuan nation say thank you 🦋anon for their service with tipsy jing yuan weighted blanket 💗

[devine-fem]

The stuff that Jon says to Damian makes me feel like if someone said the same thing to me I’d very quickly and very dramatically fall in love with them instantly. Jonathan Kent, you as a bisexual man cannot be doing that.

[thatbuddie]

electrocution sexual realization for eddie anon, you will always be famous <333

[alicornze7]

AaaaAA your ribbun art is super adorable!!! And your artstyle is soooo pretty <3

Sorry for answering this late ;w; BUT TYSM HFGJVNJIWN I love your artstyle too it's so fluffy and comforting. I actually have to thank you for recommending me acetate ribbun because that turned me into a ribbun shipper in like 2 days

⁽ⁱ’ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ⁱ’ᵐ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ⁾

[keypur]

The Melbourne skz art is so cute!

[taytei]

Spite is a powerful fuel

[ssmashley]

HIMMMMMMMMM

[nottspocket]

Do you guys also think she’s haunted when she looks in the mirror

[resurrectionist3]

I’ll never EVER say a bad thing about France AGAIN

[moodyvoid]

In fact, dating anyone in the League naturally comes with the rest of the members now being in your life.

For example, if you and Dabi are dating, suddenly Twice and Toga are showing up at your place to hang out, Spinner added you to the League’s discord server, Shigaraki asked for your gamertag, and Mr. Compress is always texting you like “Will you be joining us for dinner?” and sending you candid photos of Dabi on their missions, just to keep you updated.

[bsydelver]

stop.

[finsplurtz]

last year of ua you’re sorta slacking off, you realize you’re STRUGGLING in your class late in the year. but not to worry, teacher!Izuku is such a sweetheart, ask for help and he’ll give it to you!

“it’s far too late to turn that in….” you’re kinda stumbling, and you know he’s being serious because he usually lets you turn stuff in LATE late. but there’s gotta be another way. “can’t you make an exception just for me…?” “no” …….. “whatttt ifffff”

and now you’re fucking him on his office desk as he struggles to keep in his noises. keep reminding him of how you’re so much younger than he is nd keep fucking his brains out, makes him cum soo hard

you ACE his class and everyone calls you a teachers pet

makes u giggle

[sceletaflores]

c*mes and d*ies

𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬

⬩ pairing(s) fuck buddy!logan "wolverine" howlett x female!reader

⬩ warning(s) language, drinking, smoking (mentioned), dirty talking, oral sex (f receiving, m receiving mentioned), MUNCH!logan, some dom/sub dynamics (soft mdom), bodily fluids (mentioned), finger sucking, multiple orgasms (mentioned), crying, dacryphilia, reader is kinda desperate lol, female anatomy/pronouns are used, logan referring to your pussy as his, minors dni/+18!

⬩ author's note there may be more parts added to this bc i'm obsessed with the thought of having this man come over weekly to use me however he wants. @joannasteez this one is for you! let the logan howlett renaissance continue (p.s. rip to logan's knees) <3

⬩ word count 0.5k

Logan shows up at your apartment every Friday night like clockwork, always smelling of leather and cigar smoke. The mixture of scents lingers throughout your entire apartment during his visit, along with wafts of the scotch you keep for him in the cabinet, right next to the cup only he gets to use.

He sips the amber liquid slower than you want, watching you over the rim of his glass while you squirm in your place across from him. Your impatience is clear as day, splattered across you in the form of rubbing thighs and a cute frown. It only melts away when Logan drinks down the last of the liquor in one tilt before slipping the dish onto the counter and shuffling to stand in front of you.

His hand is unhurried when it moves to brush your face and sinks his thumb into your already parting mouth. Heavy breaths push from him when your tongue loops around the digit, flicking skillfully like it’s his cock in your mouth instead.

With hooded eyes, Logan asks, “Were you good for me this week?”

You nod, his finger still pressing against the top of your tongue.

“You sure?” He tilts his head at you, squinting. “You didn’t give in and touch my pussy? Fuck her with those pretty fingers while I was gone?”

“I didn’t,” you promise him, the thumb in your mouth slipping out with a wet pop. He smears the spit across your cheek as you keep talking. “Yours feel better, anyway.”

This breaks something in Logan, who grins before delving his tongue inside your mouth with a deep grunt. He backs you into the nearest counter, which you have to grab when he drops to his knees and tugs your damp panties to the side without another word.

Fuck, he missed you.

You can only gasp and plant a tugging grip on his hair as he presses open-mouth kisses around your bud, eyes rolling at how your juices are already oozing down to wet his chin.

“Jesus, Lo,” you whine, clutching his hair for dear life when he maneuvers, ducking his shoulder under one of your legs and cramming his neck to dip right inside your slit. He slurps, groaning at the taste, and rolling his tongue back upwards to sit the flat of the muscle right atop your clit. “Yeah, yeah. Right there.”

Barely breathing, Logan settles his mouth and begins a smattering of licks and smacks that shake your legs so badly he has to hold them open for you. He’s devouring you, eyes angled up while he works, nose nudging just below your belly.

Fucking you against his tongue, he keeps you coming until you’re crying and thrashing in his hold. Your last orgasm crashes against you with three thick fingers curling inside and wiping against your sensitive walls. Logan has to help you to your couch after wiping at your tears and licking the salty liquid off his fingers, shushing you with a few coos and half a glass of water.

“Being such a good girl for me,” he mumbles carefully. You’re sitting on his lap, eyes watery and center still pulsing. Face smashed against him, you sniffle and shift against his jean-clad thighs.

“You’re still gonna fuck me before you leave, right?”

Peeking at you, Logan squeezes your ass with a tender knead. “Yeah, sugar. Just lettin’ her rest a little before I fill you up. How ‘bout you lemme fuck your throat while we wait, huh?”

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

[dekusleftsock]

They did not know how to dress as kids

[bruciemilf]

Thinking long and hard about a “Bakugou’s always been Izuku’s sugar daddy and he just never noticed” situation.

You best believe he put together the most agressive lemonade stand to ever exist at 5. That ‘buy this or die” sign in angry red crayon was awfully motivating.

“Really, Kacchan?! Can I really have it?!” About the frankly hideous All Might sweater he’s been wanting for months.

“What kinda dumbass question is that?! You know you can have whatever you want when I’m around!”

He does grumble when Izuku kisses his cheek, but that’s just to hide the red on his face.

Then he’s 13. And everything about him is meaner, louder, colder.

“Come on, nerd, break’s almost over!”

“Sorry, Kacchan, I think there’s something wrong with the vending machine.”

Izuku does that thing with his tongue, running it over his bottom lip when he’s deep in focus.

“Tch. Move.”

He pays for him, and he has to ask him what he wants 4 times before he finally snaps because God forbid Deku would make this easy for him.

And Izuku wants to pull him down, and they both know for what. Bakugou speed walks out of there because he’s not worthy anymore.

Then he’s 18. his anger doesn’t mellow, but it softens. His feelings gain more clarity, more acceptance, waking from deep, buzzing sleep .

Izuku clings on him like a damn bunny spider, trying to wrestle the card out of his hand,

“Kacchan, please, I can pay for it!”

“Damn nerd. When I’m around you don’t have to.”

He successfully pays, and consequently he wins. Izuku can pout all he wants, but Bakugou’s still gonna smirk like a damn hound in a henhouse.

“Thank you, Kacchan, I really love it,” Izuku smiles at the damn Dynamight plushie. They never get his glare right.

He looks good when he’s happy.

“Hey, nerd.”

Bakugou taps his cheek with his finger, face blooming red and gaze avoidant. Izuku giggles at him and pulls him down to kiss his cheek.

It’s worth it.

[kelin-is-writing]

I am feeling extremely unwell this is sickening dammit…