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heyo @wildmelon I loved Grace sm (she’s so gorgeous!!) in @wrixie s BC that I figured maybe after she and Ophelia were eliminated, they kept in touch and bonded over their love for baking and all things farm-life and really hit it off... so I built them a lil cottage to start their life together <3 hope that’s fine by you :) (and thanks for sharing her publicly !)
ugh I am still so obsessed with them <3
@wildmelon you really make the most gorgeous sims ! tyyy
ROUND TWO: Wilbur & Quackity VS Slimecicle & Quackity
I feel more beautiful in men's jeans and a nice belt than any dress I ever wore.
i can imagine izuku still being a virgin and getting so pussydrunk because it's his first time
Lost Puppy
Pairings: Virgin! Sub! Top! Pro-Hero! Izuku x Experienced! Dom! Bottom! AFAB! Reader
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: Alcohol use, heavy overstimulation, vaginal penetration, biting, hickeys, creampie, crying, begging, nicknames,, multiple rounds
A/N: Guys Im going to be honest. This is lowkey mostly plot heavy and not too much smut. Im sorry anon I should have made it short and smutty, but I just had this idea and one thing lead to another... I will make short smut stuff!!!!!
Izuku was desperate to have sex. He may be doing fantastic career-wise, but his life in the sheets was dry. So unbelievably dry. He was so pent up, so frustrated, he needed it so badly. Every night he has to get himself off, and by god, he wanted more.
He met you a couple of weeks ago, and you have clouded his mind ever since. He doesn't even know your name. All he knows is you were wearing a red dress, and you kissed him so hard he couldn't breathe. Pressed your knee on his clothed cock, and just like nothing happened, disappeared.
He was drunk. The both of you were. He remembers the smell of alcohol on your breath, how flushed you look. He was probably no better, the fact that this happened at all means he had to be wasted. He barely has the confidence to talk to girls.
It happened at some sort of party that only celebrities or the rich attend, but with all the Google searches in the world, he couldn't find you. His search history was embarrassing.
But even so, he fantasized about you. The purr of your voice, the soft hands that ran over his muscular body, the way you said, “Such a pretty boy in front of me, you must have all the ladies in the palm of your hand, hmm?” while pressing your lips, coating with red lipstick, onto his neck.
He couldn't get you out of his head. He attended every single party, but alas he could never find you. He would end up at home, alone, touching himself.
Until he found you again, two months later. At another party.
He spills the champagne in his hands, when he sees you, eyes wide, before stumbling up and over to you. You are at a table by yourself, sipping on some sort of cocktail. You were in a dark blue tight dress today, and instead of that red lipstick that stained his neck, you were wearing clear lip gloss.
He awkwardly, and hesitantly taps your shoulder, and flushes when you turn around. The thoughts of that night come flooding back to him, and he has to look away so he doesn't get a hard-on.
“Oh! Deku, I didn't know you were here.” You say with a bright smile and he blinks at you. He just cannot stop thinking about the fact that this is the face he gets off to daily. The way you look now is so different than last time. You look so innocent, grinning so widely, it's nothing like the flushed, domineering persona you had that night.
Either way, it's still you and he gulps. “Hey! Yeah…I was invited.”
You smile into your glass cup. “I would hope so.”
He blushes. Such a stupid thing to say. Of course, he was invited and you were too, what was he even talking about? “So..What's your name?”
You hold out a hand and grin. “Y/N.”
He takes it and gently shakes it, trying to hold back his nervous shaking. “It's nice to me you, Im–”
“Deku?” You prompt with a tilt of your head.
He falters, “Uh yeah! But I was going to say, Izuku” He trails off and you laugh.
“Sorry. Got ahead of myself! It's nice to meet you Izuku.” And suddenly your facial features flip. That smirk is back. He loves it. “Your tie is all messed up, mind if I fix it?” He blushes but nods. You grin and grab onto the green tie, and he goes needle straight. “Yknow. You look awfully familiar, Izuku.” You say in a lone tone, that makes the blood flow straight to his cock.
He splutters, “You, you think so?” You drop the tie and hum. Your mouth opens, beginning another probably teasing remark when a call of your name cuts you off. A female voice, he takes specific note of.
You turn to him and smile. “Well, that's my cue. I'll see you around, pretty boy.”
He stands there staring at the space you just preoccupied with a blank face. And then it hits him. Pretty boy. That’s what you called him that night. You remember. You had to. He turns around quickly and says, “Wait!” but you are already gone. Hidden by the crowd of dancing and drinking rich idiots.
He eyes the cocktail you left, sighs, and finishes it off. He has gotta get some liquid courage in him if he wanted to be bold enough to deal with you.
He searched the party all night, but alas he couldn't find you. He almost began to give up hope, when suddenly he saw you. Alone, once again, and on the balcony. He sets his drink down and uses the silver reflection of his plate as a mirror to quickly brush through his hair. He sighs and then as calmly as he could so nobody would say anything, walks to the balcony.
When you hear the footsteps, you turn around, and when you see who exactly it is, you grin. He laughs nervously. “Woah, funny seeing you here, Y/N.”
You raise your eyebrow and turn to lean your back on the balcony ledge. “Oh don't give me that, I saw you looking for me all night like a lost puppy.” You throw your head back in a laugh and his ever-returning blush is back.
“Y-You knew? But, why didn't you…” He trails off when you step closer to him. Now you were less than a foot away, grinning up at him, he could almost feel your breasts press against him. He gulps and looks away, hoping to fight his arousal. He could smell the traces of alcohol.
You grab his face to make him look at you, and you lean forward like you are going to kiss him, and then pause, centimeters away. “Izuku, what do you want from me?”
“Everything.” He whispers eyes half-lidded as he stares at your lips.
You smile. “Good answer.” And then press his lips to his. He groans, low and softly, but leans into the kiss. He grabs your waist and presses you against him, and you pull away when you feel his hard cock. “Where should we go?” You prompt, basically inviting him to ask you to his place.
But, much to your dismay, he doesn't get it. “Bathroom,” He says, thinking back to that one night, and then leans forward for another kiss.
You pull away, eyebrows furrowed in disgust. His eyes widen when he feels your warmth disappear. “Bathroom, really? You–You are just like all the others. I thought after the whole romantic balcony scene you would at least have the decency to ask me to your place.” You turn around to head back inside.
He stumbles forward, and grabs your wrist, eyes pleading. “Wait! I'm sorry! I'm nervous, please come over! I've never done this before, I promise I'm not like the others,” He basically begs and this time your eyes widen.
“Oh my. Don't tell me, the number one pro hero, is a virgin?” He looks away and goes silent. You throw your head back in laugh at the confirmation, and he pouts. Then, you grab onto the green tie and pull him forward, he stumbles in front of you, the blush returning. “I'm going to have so much fun with you, pretty boy.”
Tonight was the best night ever, Izuku decides when his head is thrown back, mouth open, as you sink onto his cock. How could he be missing this all of his years? It was so much better than the fantasy. So much better.
“Oh god,” He groans, hands coming to your hips instinctually. You begin to steady your movements, sitting on your knees in his lap.
“How does it feel? After all this time, you finally lost your virginity,” You say with a grin, hand running down to trace his chest. He nods, a drunken smile pulling at his face.
He gazes down at your sexes and moans. “Feels good. Warm, mhmm so warm.” His voice cracks, “and tight. So much b-better than my hand.”
You laugh, but it comes out in broken pants, so you lean forward to kiss him. He pulls away quickly, eyes wide and panicked. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I'm going to cum. No, no, it's too earlier. I can't” He shakes his head and clutches at the sheets beneath him, trying desperately to hold it back, as you continue to ride him.
You shake your head with an adoring gaze. “’s alright. We will just have to go again. And again and again, until you are all fucked out, hmm?”
He stares at you with hearts in his eyes, nodding rapidly. “Yes. Yes, please, please. Fuck. Cumming. I’m cuming!” And just like he said, he released his load in you and rolls his eyes back. Small gasps and a silent moan tumble down from his lips, and his hand shakes as he grips onto your hips.
You coax him through it with a smile, running your fingers through his unruly hair. When he comes down from his high he stares at you with a lazy grin, and the next thing you know you are being flipped over.
Your eyes widen as you feel Izuku start to move in and out again. It was surprising, he had just come down from his orgasm. Wasn't he being overstimulated? His pathetic whine answered your question. “Iz-Izuku, do you want to take a break?” You sigh when he begins to pick up the ruthless pace again.
He leans his head into your neck and shakes his head rapidly. His voice comes out in a pitchy whine, “But you said!” He grips the pillow next to your head and whimpers into your neck, feeling the pain of his spent cock being overworked.
“We can go again after you recover.” You gasp and clutch onto his back, sending nail marks down it. He groans. “So it won't hurt you.”
He shakes his head again and you can feel the drip of the tears falling onto your neck. He was trembling. “No. Please don't make me stop. ‘m good. So good. Feels so so good.”
You grin, maybe a little sadistically as you watch him begin to crumble. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer. He moans, high pitched, and loud. He presses his lips to your neck, sucking and marking any area he can lay his mouth on. You crane your neck to allow his urges. “I love it. I love it.” He half murmurs half whines in between kisses.
“Hmm?” You respond, not trusting yourself to speak while he begins to pick up the pace. One hand grips onto his hair and the other continues to scratch his back.
“Your pussy. S-So warm and tight. ’s like it was made for me.” He gasps and you laugh, to the best of your ability.
You pull him back by the mop on his head and he whines, eyes shut, as his head tilts backward. “What happened to my bashful virgin? You're so lewd now.” His hips pick up the pace.
He tries to the best of his ability to shake his head but ultimately fails under your grip. “But I love it! I do!” You laugh at the ridiculous response and let go of his hair. He collapses back and immediately buries his face into your neck again. “Im going to cum again. Can I cum? Please, please.”
“So quick. Still have a virgin body. Alright. For me, yeah?”
He nods a little embarrassed, and he feels his muscles begin to contract. He bites down on your shoulder and you hiss, but he ignores it, riding his second orgasm through. It's stronger and harder than the first and he screams into your skin, tears falling copiously down his round, flushed cheeks.
He peers down and widens his eyes when he sees his cum begin to leak out of your pussy. He gulps, feeling himself get hard once again, and flips you over immediately. “More. More. Please, just one more. One more time.” He lays completely on top of you and interjoins his fingers with yours.
He uses his arm to lift your hips up so that it was easier to fuck. It makes you raise your eyebrows. He must have watched a lot of porn to know that trick.
“What if I say no?” You tease and he releases an unsteady whine. His eyes are blurry from the tears.
“Please don't say no. Please, I love it. I love it so much. Please, Y/N!” He begs, dropping his head on the pillow next to your face.
“So needy.”
“P-Please.” He whimpers, in a voice so low you could barely hear and you grin.
“Alright. Go ahead.” You could barely finish your statement when all of a sudden he is pounding into you again, mumbling stuff like “Thank you. Thank you.” and “Good. So good.”
You know it hurts him. It has too, overstimulation is no joke. But the way he continues, eyes watery and hips frantic shows just how desperate he is. How obsessed he is with it. The pain didn't even matter to him, the thought of driving his cock into you spurred him on.
He wanted more. You opened his eyes, and once uncovering the truth, he could never get enough of it.
Fucking Izuku may not have been a good idea. In an instant, you turned this poor, cute virgin, into a pussy-starved man. But alas, he seems to only seek it from one particular person, so it may not be all that bad.
He came five times that night and you twice. He asked to go again, but you had to stop him when you took a peak at his fuming red cock, tear-stained cheeks, and trembling body. He doesn't seem to know when to stop.
You left early that morning, legs wobbly and body completely spent. He slept in, his body seeming to be more exhausted than yours.
When he woke up, his body sticky from sweat, his hair messy and body was sore, the first thing he took notice was the sticky note stuck onto his forehead.
Messy, cursive handwriting spelled out, I’ll be waiting for my lost puppy to come crawling back to me again. Xoxo, Y/N
He fell back onto the pillow with a groan. Not even a phone number. You were so cruel.
So, he does what any good puppy does. He attends every party for the next three weeks until he finds you again.
Unnatural
(Based on a POV video I saw on YouTube by jayleehna- “Detective pulling the rope around the villain making sure it’s tight enough/But the rope snaps in two when they flex their bicep”)
He flexed, and the ropes creaked hard as they frayed and broke within a matter of seconds.
“What the fuck?” She spoke from the right of the chair to which the villain should have been tied.
She did not cower or take any steps back, simply standing her ground and staring astonishingly at the villain. “No. You can’t just…do that. It’s not natural,” she stated, sounding offended of all things. Villain was surprised but amused when Hero actually took a step towards him to pick up the rope and inspect the broken ends.
“This,” the hero held up the rope in the face of the villain who was now standing and towering over her. “This, is not okay.”
“Not..okay?” He chuckled, perplexed by but equally enjoying the hero’s lack of fear. Hero took her eyes off the villain, as if he still wasn’t a threat even with her carefully-tied knots gone, and pulled on parts of the rope between her two hands, testing the strength.
“Shouldn’t you be running, sweetheart?” He pointed out, ignoring the rage that spiked at the hero’s deference.
“A,” the hero started, defiant as ever and making no move to do any such thing, “Do not call me sweetheart. B. What on Earth is running going to do against someone who can break ropes with their biceps?”
She sounded more annoyed than scared and the villain didn’t know how he felt about that. He was used to always having an exceedingly intimidating presence, and people acting as such. This was new.
But not necessarily bad.
“Okay, darling,” he mocked, tilting his head and reaching for the arm of the hero. “I take it you’ll listen to me then?”
“Oh I never said that,” the hero responded, looking right back into the Villain’s eyes, a spark of determination present there that wasn’t before. She wrenched her arm away from him and took a step back.
“Clearly, you–sir–need to learn some manners. And I need to invest in some stronger rope,” the hero exclaimed sternly and then matter-of-factly.
Before the villain could question how those were the hero’s take aways from this situation, she blinked out of existence, leaving Villain to realize that the room he was held in had no doors.
So much for super strength, he thought as he raged fruitlessly against the solid metal floor and reinforced-concrete walls, waiting unwillingly for the hero to return.
Unnatural
(Based on a POV video I saw on YouTube by jayleehna- “Detective pulling the rope around the villain making sure it’s tight enough/But the rope snaps in two when they flex their bicep”)
He flexed, and the ropes creaked hard as they frayed and broke within a matter of seconds.
“What the fuck?” She spoke from the right of the chair to which the villain should have been tied.
She did not cower or take any steps back, simply standing her ground and staring astonishingly at the villain. “No. You can’t just…do that. It’s not natural,” she stated, sounding offended of all things. Villain was surprised but amused when Hero actually took a step towards him to pick up the rope and inspect the broken ends.
“This,” the hero held up the rope in the face of the villain who was now standing and towering over her. “This, is not okay.”
“Not..okay?” He chuckled, perplexed by but equally enjoying the hero’s lack of fear. Hero took her eyes off the villain, as if he still wasn’t a threat even with her carefully-tied knots gone, and pulled on parts of the rope between her two hands, testing the strength.
“Shouldn’t you be running, sweetheart?” He pointed out, ignoring the rage that spiked at the hero’s deference.
“A,” the hero started, defiant as ever and making no move to do any such thing, “Do not call me sweetheart. B. What on Earth is running going to do against someone who can break ropes with their biceps?”
She sounded more annoyed than scared and the villain didn’t know how he felt about that. He was used to always having an exceedingly intimidating presence, and people acting as such. This was new.
But not necessarily bad.
“Okay, darling,” he mocked, tilting his head and reaching for the arm of the hero. “I take it you’ll listen to me then?”
“Oh I never said that,” the hero responded, looking right back into the Villain’s eyes, a spark of determination present there that wasn’t before. She wrenched her arm away from him and took a step back.
“Clearly, you–sir–need to learn some manners. And I need to invest in some stronger rope,” the hero exclaimed sternly and then matter-of-factly.
Before the villain could question how those were the hero’s take aways from this situation, she blinked out of existence, leaving Villain to realize that the room he was held in had no doors.
So much for super strength, he thought as he raged fruitlessly against the solid metal floor and reinforced-concrete walls, waiting unwillingly for the hero to return.
Um.... Yes. These are the best!
Dad Joke #4: Wanna hear a joke about paper? Nevermind, it's tearable. - Joonbug Anon
LOL ok i think i’m warming up now !!! i laughed for a solid 30 seconds !!
Today I fucked up. I tried to kill a girl but ended up sort of marrying her instead?
Clarke Griffin, probably (via cophineisgay)
Okay so about the gay emo Picasso paintings!!! GOD what even made me think of that sentence??? So since I headcanon that the abstracted are still somewhat concious (because of the scene where Kaufmo didn't immediately attack Ragatha while she was talking and was even maybe listening to her), I think if they both abstracted at the same time they'd be kind of like wolves in how they show affection or like.. . just fond of each other and hanging out with each other. I mean,, it may be because I think the idea of the abstracted having animal-like behaviour is cool BUT I think they'd be like wolves for some reason. Like this is only exclusive to Ragatha and Pomni everyone else would take after another animal or something but Ragatha and Pomni especifically would have wolf-like behaviour and have this weird bond where they're always together even when they're abstracted. On the topic of abstraction, I ALSO think it'd be cool if they abstracted together rather than one abstracting first and then the other abstracting because of the latter's abstraction. Like I find that so much more interesting and would also kind of explaing their bond and why they both have wolf-like behaviour??? I dunno man I may just be crazy but wouldn't that be cool. This could make for a cool AU I think.. .
IT'S SO COOL THAT YOU MENTIONED WOLVES because i was literally thinking of making a WolfWalkers AU with them (if you don't know what WolfWalkers is please watch it, it's a beautifully made traditionally animated movie!!! as in with pen and paper!!! AAAAA)
but like... this is so good dawg... i can't express how much i love this rn because i'm super tired and ready to snooze BUT just know that this is a super cool idea and i'm all for it!!!
OMFG YAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSS PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE GAWD I HOPE THE AMAZING LEIGH CHOOSES MEEEEEEEEEE :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
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It's us against the world
Some info of this au:
Kai got his scar while taking a punishment meant for Nya by their caregivers at the time.
Their caregivers made Kai dye his hair black which darkened his natural reddish brown hair when he stopped dyeing it
Nya and him are a matching set, because of the way they grow up is easy for them to communicate with just sounds and gestures
Nya insists on having the same haircolor as Kai
There's also a plot point where Kai civilian self is obviously morally gray but it flies over Cole's head because he has a crush
Something similar happens to Jay with Nya
Googie is far superior to Google in every way, shape and form.
No, Google Docs, there is a distinct difference between "cussing" and "cursing."
(Hottest character anon again!) then maybe narrow it down to the hottest Dt boy
Why are they like this?? I hate them.
i fucking love taking the bus for real. the only thing i love more than taking the bus is taking the train. choo choo am i right. i think most human distress can be alleviated by listening to dramatic music on public transportation.