I found out yesterday that I finally got approved for some money that I'm entitled to because of how much of an autistic mess I am!! It's great news and I'm so relieved even if the process was Not The Most Fun.
Anyway, I think for being a big brave girl and filling in forms and speaking to strangers about how hard it is to be me I deserve a little treat right??? And by little treat, I do mean the UCS Lego Razor Crest... 👀
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For the crime puppets AU
It would be really funny if despite the blackmail Frank unwillingly becomes friends with Wally, like, not necessarily close friends. But at least to the point where they end up in a "wait, wait, wait, no, since when did I start to care!? No, no, no! God damnit!!" Situation
You don’t understand I have absolutely considered this and it’s SO funny to imagine. It’s just the:
Frank: What idiot is trying to steal the Mona Lisa ??
Frank:
Frank: wait wALLY NO-
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cw: reader is mentioned wearing a dress and corset, mentions of a butt plug, pet play? kinda
very specific thought I have sometimes when I online shop: deku likes to buy your clothes for you. not in a weird, controlling way really—he just has certain….visions of you in the things he sees. and he’s a little obsessive on his worse day, and he knows he won’t ever get the image of you in those pants if he doesn’t buy them for you immediately.
he’s a little bit of an idiot though, is scammed damn near every week because instagram wont stop promoting those websites that sell all might themed undies and those knee highs with his own face plastered all over them. he says it’s worth it though, when the clothing comes and he surprises you with them with the hope of a fashion show.
he sits on the side of the bed, biting at his thumb nail, staring at your moving shadow from under the en-suite bathroom door. he brought you a baby blue dress with fluffy white buttons up the chest, a matching corset that he’s waiting to tie up, the bunny ears that came with it, and a pair of blue boots with fuzzy ears on top. it’s ridiculous, you told him the moment he showed it to you. I’m not some show pony, you poke at him when you take the clothes in hand. You’re just a perv, you mutter as you close the bathroom door behind you, ready to try it all on.
And you feel so stupid when you come out, all fuzzy and blue, ready to ask if you should hop over to him. But Izuku looks damn near in awe, eyes rounded and his hands in the air, reaching out for you, quietly telling you to turn around for him. You don’t expect for him to rush over to you, to hook his chin over your shoulder, to whisper about how pretty you are, for his warm and large hands to tie the corset so gently, that your breath stutters from his closeness.
“You like it?” You ask him, looking at him from under your lashes, watch how his big emerald eyes damn near sparkle as he takes you all in. Izuku hesitates before he answers with a nod, guilty eyes fluttering over to another unopened box you hadn’t seen by the door.
“I think the whole outfit will be complete with one last finishing touch.” He murmurs, doesn’t let your turn in his hold, grabs you tight against him as he hides his warmed cheeks in your neck.
“Which is?” You hum, swaying a little, letting the high skirt of the dress tug up even higher against the very obvious bulge resting at the curve of your ass. Izuku pauses for a moment, before he whispers into your skin,
“A bunny tail butt plug. Just for the aesthetic.” He tacks the last part on quickly, seals it with a kiss against your jaw, groans a little when you gasp. You eye the package now, suddenly interested in this little get up, finally understanding his pervy little methods. You smile though, wide, and stroke the hand resting around your stomach, the other carding through Izuku’s thick locks.
“Just for the aesthetic.” You agree and, you swear, you feel his entire body tremble behind you.
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also this is such a weird beef for me to soap box/vague about but like this is my blog & it’s past my bedtime who gives a fuck. Anyway very specific type of dude comes on here and complains about “scammers” but clearly means “online sex workers not interested in fucking me personally for free”. be fucking for real dude most of us are not here to find dates we are here to work and be hot & if you don’t want to pay that’s whatever but providing specific services and accepting or asking for compensation for them is not a scam it’s a JOB
oh wow she asked you for money? the online sex worker asked you for money and only wanted to interact online? she didn’t feel like meeting you, a complete stranger, in person, for free? wow how surprising. like grow the fuck up dude. what a fucking tragedy, someone asked you for money rather than graciously appreciating the GIFT that is your gaze on our whore titties.oh it poisoned the experience for you? that the person you jack off to is also a human with bills to pay? get fucking real
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