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oh i would suck his dick till he fucking CRIED pls help me i’m so unwell rn

"He's a drawing..."

Yeah? So? I want his drawn dick inside me and a little speech bubble to pop up next to his head saying "nggh... f-fuck..."

broooooo ahaha that's so epic. do you mind if i grow fond of you

I needed this

1000 Followers Special: Leon Kuwata x Reader

HELLO FRIENDS IM SORRY I HAVEN’T WRITTEN FOR LIKE THREE WEEKS BUT HOPEFULLY THIS 3,000 WORD MONSTER WILL HELP YOU FORGIVE ME ~ Mod Beckett

‘found your number again at the back of a box and decided to call it on a whim and you actually picked up holy crap how are you’ au

“Almost got it…”

Imagine that you’re teetering dangerously on a chair, fingers only just brushing the box stacked atop your wardrobe. You stretch further, and a cardboard flap slips into your grasp.

“Aha…!”

With a triumphant grin, you tug it towards you, but overestimated the strength required to do so and end up pulling it straight off the edge and shit. You scramble to catch it, but forget that you’re on a chair and what a bad idea that is until your stomach dips unpleasantly and you’re very suddenly not on the chair anymore.

“HRK!”

There’s a single, terrifying moment in which you fall rather ungracefully through the air before landing safely (but not comfortably) on the stripped mattress laid out on the floor, which happens to be the only other thing in the room. The box lands with a soft thump next to you. You groan into the fabric.

Moving sucks.

You push yourself into a sitting position, and glance inside the stupid box. Everything is coated with a thick layer of dust, which doesn’t surprise you; you’re pretty sure it’s been up there for years.

You poke around inside it cautiously, a small smile pulling at your features and nostalgia tugging at your chest. An old yoyo, a few photographs, even some faded notebooks (you end up spending a good half hour thumbing through those, grinning at your childish doodles).

And at the very back: a scrap of paper.

Curiosity peaked; you fish it out and smooth it out across your thigh so you can make out the words written in your own youthful scrawl.

☆ Leon!! ^u^ 0-8-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x! :D

“Huh,” you mumble, eyebrows rising into your hairline. “No way.”

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i love reader. idc if she’s a bimbo or a crybaby or a little unhinged. good for her tbh. i love her in all shapes and forms. she is barbie. she is a doctor and a student and a barista and she can take five dicks at the same time. what a beautiful world we live in.

I LOVE THIS MAN

»𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 || Stanford Pines ||

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Ford never considered himself lucky, Highschool was miserable though he owed a lot to Stan to help him get through it and he knew he still needed to keep apologizing to his brother knowing he was partially responsible for the fall out.

And then he met you, his soulmate, the love of his life lying here in his arms.

It was a quiet day, Summer was slowly fading into Fall. The days were getting colder and you seemed to be enjoying being in his ams more as you let your head rest on his chest.

With a smile on his lips the let your finger weave through his hand. While your hand was smaller than his own it still was a perfect fit in your eyes despite the extra finger.

Though to you, to you that was just a bonus because he would always wrap the extra digit around your palm.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Peering up at him, a smile graced formed on your face as you brought his hand your lips as you gave the palm a kiss. "I am."

Sighing, Ford sunk into the couch more as tugged you closer to his chest. "Good."

forgotten confession..

Thinking about big strong men who could easily overpower me, who could easily harm me or use me however they want. But who start trembling once I raise my voice at them. Falling to their knees, desperately clinging to my clothes, begging to be told what they did wrong so that they could make it up to me.

They take up more than half the bed yet they wanna be babied, taken care of. Tell them how pathetic they look begging for affection, begging to suck on your tits and have their hair played with while their pants get tighter before you even get to take your bra off. Aren't they so cute when they struggle to sit on your lap? "Mommy please I know I'm heavy but I need it please please please"

Completely and utterly at your mercy. And unbelievably shameless. "Mhm please...stuff my mouth! I need to suck on something! Anything please!"

They don't leave your side. Scary dog privilege my ass. No one messes with you when they see him walking behind you on the streets but what they don't see is the way his legs are shaking, the way his ass is clenching around that vibrating butt plug. And that's not even a punishment, he begged for it! Begging to be used at all times. Can you even refuse him when he's so fucking polite? Make him beg even harder for the small pathetic ounce of stimulation he wants when he's already on the floor sobbing like it's the end of the world just because it hurts how hard he is for you at all times. He craves it. Relief, a brief touch, anything to make the tantalizing ache go away. But his mind is so messy he doesn't even know if he wants to cum till nothing comes out of his abused cock or if he wants to be edged to the point he starts speaking unintelligible nonsense.

"Mhm~ don't know! Do something pleaseee! You know I...ahh I need something please..."

"What is it, sweet thing? Use your words. How can mommy help her puppy hm?"

"Nhg~ don't knoowww mommy...need you...lots...want yes want...mommy!"

And you laugh at him. The whole situation is just so fucking funny, yet it melts your heart at the same time. Seeing how reliant he is on you. Seeing how vulnerable he allows himself to become in front of you. The level of trust that takes.

And you wipe away his tears and kiss his lips gently, taking care of your pretty boy to the best of your abilities. Making him feel so good.

And he thanks you over and over again. "Mommy thank you! I love you! Love you love you love you soo much! What can I do for you, mommy? Wanna make mommy feel good, please!"

He'd gladly do whatever you say. "You want me to eat you out? Yes yes yes! Mommy tastes so good! Hold my face and fuck it! Fuck my mouth please! Please...." Even better if you want his fingers inside you since his cock is already too sensitive for your soft and warm walls to wrap around. He'll worship your pussy as well as he can. Long thick fingers curling just right inside you, his soft skin intensifying the pleasure he was giving you. "Am I doing it right, mommy? Am I a good boy? Mhm~ mommy does it feel good here?" And it does. He's a good boy and his yours. Your good boy.

All characters are aged up 18+. MDNI

Bakugou who refuses to believe in concept of sex ban. If there is an issue, talk it out. Simple.

Bakugou who stands at the entryway of your living room, with a hard on tenting his sweats. Bakugou who knows you want him just as much, with the way you are sitting cross-legged on the couch but, you won't give in easily. Especially after the little quarrel you both had in the morning.

Bakugou who knows how to fix this, knows how to get you exactly where he wants.

Bakugou who plops himself down next to you on the couch. With a pair of your used panties.

Bakugou who brings up your panties to his face and takes a big sniff before palming his cock.

"This is disgusting, you know", you feigned disgust, despite the display shooting down a wave of arousal to your core.

"It sure is, babe but I need it" Bakugou mumbled with your panties between his teeth. He continued,"Can't cum without your smell babe, need it to drain all this cum I have for you"

He looked over to you, gaze fixed on the t.v. but he knew your attention was on him. Thighs squeezing together, as you try to relieve your achy little clit. He knew that poor little bud needed more attention then you were giving it.

"lemme rub it babe, c'mon I know that cunt needs more", He said, desperation visible in his tone "you can go back to being mad later just sit on my face for now" he continued.

You huffed and looked over to him. Manspreading on the couch, his cock leaking precum through the sweats. His face deep shade of red, blush spreading on his chest. One of his hand was rubbing his cock, the other pressing you panties on his face.

When Bakugou met your gaze, he sucked on the crotch of panties. The simple act causing you to move over to him and move the panties away. You pressed your lips on his, through a desperate kiss. You could feel him smirk through the kiss.

"I only care about me cumming, asshole", you scowled and pulled away to shimmy out of your shorts.

"and I only care about you cumming too, ma'am", Bakugou chimed before laying across the couch for you to sit on his face.

wanna comfort him with my body. want him to suck on my boobs and hold my hands and get inside me and feel so nice and cozy and happy