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Sylus honey~~~

Eren Yeager is so beautiful oh my god

Credit to owner found it on Pinterest

Sen: Tsuburaba! For the love of god, please turn down that music. I have a hangover.

Kosei: *blasting the mii theme at full volume* That sounds like a you problem, not a mii problem.

I'm in love with him he's so cute and sweet and pretty and for what? Huh?

I was just watching Heroes rising and I still cry when Izuku and Katsuki fight against Nine like this is such a powerful, beautiful and emotional scene and I don't know why. I was genuinely bawling and the song didn't make it better 🥹

Tiny Yoichi reading his little comic, he's so small and cute, reblog if you agree

Tiny Yoichi reading his little comic, reblog if you agree

headcanons on bakujirou?

wooooo yeah more bakujirou

jirou introduced bkg to a lot of what his current music taste is now

play wrestle literally all the time and in the most inconvenient of places

like to write and perform songs together, just simple ones that only need percussion and any other instrument + voice

jirou’s a pretty good cook and they have alternating cooking schedules for each other

every time there’s snow on the ground and they’re walking back to the dorms they have a mini snowball fight. EVERY TIME.

Oh wow..

touya + choking but maybe he’s the one that likes to receive 🙌🏻💯😤

cw — nsfw content. minors dni. f!reader, choking, creampie

you’ve learned quite a few things from hooking up with touya todoroki. things about yourself of course, but mostly things about him.

like how he’s a hand holder. the still-flesh-coloured parts of him blush– including his cheeks. sometimes he whimpers. other times he moans, high-pitched and pretty.

he likes when you ride him. how your fingertips scratch at the decayed part of his abdomen when you do, flattening against the coarse skin so you can grind yourself harder over his cock. he loves to watch your pretty tits bounce as wildly as you bounce your hips, relaxing into the mattress so he can indulge in the sight of you, his personal little pornstar.

he gazes at your neck, adorned with teeth marks and bruises that belong to him, and the next second his eyes flick down to your soft, delicate hands.

he grins devilishly, reaching for one of your wrists with his scarred hand and guiding it to rest at the base of his neck. your eyebrows raise, for a split second hesitant about what he wants from you.

“what?” you ask, just a little teasing, then your fingers curl softly around the column of his neck. “this?”

“harder, baby. don’t be shy,” he says, all breathy and husky. it makes you clench around him, sweet arousal dripping down his length as you bounce back on him relentlessly.

as soon as you tighten your fingers, his cock twitches as it drags against your plush walls. his eyes glint with content, foggy yet strikingly clear. he’s fucked out but so, so happy with how you effortlessly give him exactly what he wants.

“should have known you’d like this,” you say, half-whining. pleasure creeps up your spine and numbs your brain. your thighs burn. your thoughts are slowly becoming more and more muddled, replaced by your desperate need to cum.

“yeah?” dabi quips. it’s all strained– but to you it’s a sign that says you’re not squeezing hard enough.

once more, you push your fingers further into the sides of his neck, and this time his moans come out as mere wheezes. and his eyes roll back and he shudders beneath you, relishing in the way you take control of his body, sinking into your touch. no drug he’s taken compares to this.

chipped black nails sink into your thighs, your hips, your waist as touya helps you grind up and down his length. despite how lightheaded he is, one thing that remains clear is how badly he wants– no needs– for both of you to cum.

“gonna cum, touya?” you sigh, gazing upon his sheen-covered skin that makes him almost look like he’s glowing.

his teeth bite down on his bottom lip, the devious smile never leaving his face. his cock throbs, bullying into your cunt until it brushes against your cervix and leaves you tossing your head back, desperate to make it to the edge.

only a few more strokes, and then, the fire in your stomach erupts into an inferno. your arms slack, your legs tremble, and cries of touya’s name spill from your mouth.

you’re pulsing, clenching, and it’s utterly merciless on touya, who doesn’t stand a chance. not a moment later, he spills his load into your messy, sticky hole with twitching hips and soft moans.

you’ve let go of his throat by now, your muscles too relaxed to form any sort of grasp– but you’ve scorched your touch into his flesh already, a long time ago.

I love Sen Kaibara.

The Second

Making me cry huh..🥹

Blink

Word count: 866 Pairing: Bakugou x reader Genre: angst

As a Pro-hero, Bakugou prides himself on being strong, capable, a protector.

But even more than that, he prides himself on winning you over, his partner who had once declared very loudly that you were happier, safer when working alone.

It had taken him a while, but he’d taken the time to show you he could be someone you could rely on to have your back in the field, and your heart when you weren’t.

But right now? He feels utterly helpless.

Concrete slabs press down painfully on his chest from the building that came down on the two of you, and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t move it. Smoke and dust fill his nose, make his eyes sting. It’s like his body has stopped listening, and all he can produce despite the sweat rolling down his face is a few pathetic sparks that singe his side where his hand is trapped.

You’re only a few inches out of his reach, his free hand stretching out for you, fingertips raw and bleeding from where he clawed at the ground in an effort to reach you. He can tell he has a few broken ribs too, his body screaming in protest every time he tries to stretch again, every time he tries to free himself and get to you.

He’s not sure if you’re even really recognizing him most of the time now, your breaths shallow and shaky. There’s concrete pressing down on you too, but what’s worse is the two thick bars of metal that you’d landed on when the villains had ripped the building from beneath your feet. 

He can see the torn fabric at the base of each rebar are soaked with red, the stains slowly spreading. He can’t help the irrational anger he feels at the sight, at the realization that they’ve ruined your pretty little hero suit. 

Your eyes fluttering shut once again has him calling out desperately to you, calling your name until they open once again, hardly focused as you try to stay awake.

A cough wracks your body, and he watches in denial as blood stains your mouth, those lips he loves to kiss, to nip at when you’re being mouthy. He’d give anything to hear you mouth off right now, to blame him for the predicament you’re in. 

But you’re silent, using all your energy to just stay alive at this point, and he knows it. So he fills the silence himself, makes you promises of a shiny engagement ring, whatever wedding you want, babies that look just like him. But you have to stay alive. For him. 

It’s selfish, he knows, to demand you keep fighting for him, but he feels utterly helpless- is utterly helpless as he watches you bleed all over the dirt, knows how heavily the concrete is weighing down on your battered body. He wishes he could go back to two hours ago, back to before you followed him in pursuit of the villains, too determined to catch them to wait for backup. He’d assured you the two of you could do it, that it would be a piece of cake, back to the moment you’d laughed and bet him you could catch both the criminals before he can.

He doesn’t realize he’s crying at first, too focused on the soft smile that graces over your lips as he continues to ramble about the life he’s gonna give you, until your gaze shifts to look at him, a moment of clarity as that smile withers. 

“Katsuki, this isn’t your fault.” you murmur weakly, always able to read his mind (his heart), even when he doesn’t want you to. Your voice is soft, shaky, and he has to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment to collect himself, stop that sob that’s crawling it’s way from his chest.

When he opens them again, you’re staring right through him. 

Panic fills him as he zeroes in on your chest, for the tell-tale rise that tells him you’re still breathing. 

It never comes. 

Your name slips from his lips in a hushed whisper, eyes blurring with the onslaught of fresh tears as his calls become louder. Desperation overtakes him and he lets loose an explosion that burns a fresh hole into his side, the concrete above him crumpling from the heat but not letting up enough for him to reach you. 

He’s screaming your name now, frantically trying to claw his way to you, a stream of curses and pleas bouncing off the dirt and rubble around the two of you. 

By the time the rescue team finds the two of you, his side is blackened from his quirk, skin burnt and angry from the persistent heat, and his voice is gone, barely a whisper as he continues to call for you. 

A call that’s never answered.

Kirishima’s one of the first to find the two of you, and a year later, he tearfully admits to Bakugou he thought he’d lost you both when he pulled his friend from the rubble. That it had seemed that all life had left the blonde’s eyes, despite the fact that his pulse was still strong. 

Katsuki doesn’t have the heart to tell him he wishes he had died with you that day.  

First Word

• Oboro Yamada, one year old. Haven't yet  say a word.

• Totally normal, nothing wrong with your baby taking his sweet time to start talking.

• And yet both of you are concern about his lack of words.

• Specially since this is Present Mic's firstborn we are talking about.

• You two really thought your child would be a chatterbox the moment he realize he could actually say words

• Not that he isn't a chatterbox, he has a lot of baby noises to go by.

• Everyone is waiting for Oboro's first Word to drop.

• There are some bets about what would it be.

• Mom and Dad being the most common.

• So your concern is now turned into a competition.

• "Oboro! Can you say daddy? Say daddy!"

• "Boro! Honey! Say mommy! Mo-mmy"

• Everyday you chant in front of your child to make him say either daddy or mommy.

• Oboro just stare at you guys, clapping his tiny hands and making the most adorable baby noises as if you all are playing a game!

• After some time of doing this without any result, you ultimately stop trying to snatch Oboro's first Word.

• Hizashi takes Oboro to UA regularly.

• So baby is used to all his father's noises, catch phrases and all.

• Nobody pays much attention to this.

• Not until one day, Hizashi bring Oboro to work as usual.

• It's lunchtime and Hizashi is getting ready to fed his child.

• "Aren't you excited little listener? Are you ready for some yummy food? Yeah? Yeah?? Is my baby boy ready for some food?"

• Oboro laughs and bangs his tiny fist on the table as he excitedly goes without hesitation: "YEAH"

• Hizashi actually drops the food.

• He is in shock.

• Aizawa who was just passing by and had the privilege of witness this goes: "Y/N is gonna kill you"

• Hizashi isn't even listening anymore more engrossed with his little baby boy.

• He grabs Oboro and holds him high a wide smile on his face.

• "DID YOU JUST SPEAK? DID MY SWEET LIL MAN JUST SPEAK?? SAY IT AGAIN BORO!"

• Little Oboro Yamada just giggles spurting another high pitch: YEAH!

• Soon enough the whole cafeteria is full of both father and son going: YEAH.

• He is so proud, he spends the rest of the day shoving his adorable infant son into his coworkers face and make him say the word!

• He calls you to show you and while you are also proud you are also in disbelief.

• "Hizashi Yamada how could you!"

• "What!?"

• "How could you influence your own son to say that!"

• "Is a good first Word!"

• "Dad is a good word! Mom is a good word! YEAH IS NOT A GOOD WORD!"

• "IS THE COOLEST ONE" 

• You have to come to terms with the fact that your toddler's first word is YEAH.

• It bites Hizashi on the ass when you use Oboro against him.

• "Boro, do you think daddy is being dumb right now?"

• "YEAH!"

• Oboro eventually says daddy.

Denki my beloved

Thinking about boyfriend who whimpers when you ride him. Boyfriend who's usually extremely confident but as soon as you get on top he's a crying mess, spit around his mouth and absolutely pushy drunk.

He'll grab onto your hips to steady himself and not to actually help out,

Boyfriend who becomes a mess when you tell him to beg for you to let him cum and cries when he finally gets to.

Boyfriend who cries and whines when he's close to finishing who grabs onto your hips just for something to hold onto before spilling his load.

Boyfriend who's eyes roll into the back of his head from over stimulation

Boyfriend who's absolutely pussy drunk who will chant your name while rutting into you till you cum

Kaminari denki, James potter, sero Hanta, tobio kageyama, oikawa toruu, midoriya izuku, atsumu miya, megumi fushiguro, your fav

Reblogs appreciated

Ok so I need to go soon {my mom's actually screaming at me to go to sleep but before i do I just wanted to say that the lack of conent on the delinquents of yandere simulator is a personal offence, and i promise to make as much content about them as I can actually starting a wip on ao3 about them

Edit: Sorry if it's not tagged properly btw I'm on the verge of passing out right now

hairy tummy reblog if you agree

My dear Angela..❤️

reblog if you would accept angela’s invite to go whale watching.

I'm in

look all im saying is what if we went on a road trip to forks and the whole way there we listened to the twilight soundtrack and  dressed up like we were in the movies and went to the Carver Café and just go on adventures there, go to la push and take rad pictures but also act very mysterious while we were there and in our minds we look cool but in reality people are giving us weird looks and shit. I think that’d be pretty fucking rad.

Edit: LMAO I DIDNT THINK SO MANY PEOPLE WOULD REBLOG AND LIKE THIS… I found my people.