#go play this game it's good and makes me wanna make a game too

[crushmeeren]

Quickies with the MHA Boys!

Everyone involved in this work of fiction is 18+/aged up — if that bothers you block me or scroll on.

Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki

How the MHA Boys Eat You Out Link

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Bakugou Katsuki

Katsuki doesn’t mind quickies per se. He just has to be in the right mood for it. He’d much rather take his sweet time. Not wanting to rush, being able to relax afterwards — otherwise he’d rather just not have sex at all.

But there are times when he’s frustrated. When your schedules haven’t lined up, when you haven’t had sex in weeks — he gets pent up.

Katsuki’s the kind of guy who will lounge on your bed in just his tight black boxer briefs. Arms folded behind his head as he lazily waits for you to get out of the shower.

He knows it gives you a view that you’re unable to resist of his unreasonably slim waist and toned arms — as the position allows his biceps to flex involuntarily.

And of course, he’s completely aware that you have to leave for work in less than 20 minutes. He just doesn’t give a single shit.

He’s been dreaming about your warm pussy sucking in his cock in all night and there’s not a chance in hell he’s letting you go until he fucks you silly.

Tilting his head, he leers at your naked body as you drop your towel onto the bed. He urges you in a low, rasping voice to “come here baby,” sporting a wolfish grin.

You already know what he wants. It makes your stomach burn pleasantly with arousal.

“Five minutes Katsuki, I’m serious.” You shoot him a pointed glare. He scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“As if I won’t have you cumming in less than two minutes.” The grin he levels you with is sharp around the edges.

Although, the man’s right to be confident.

Katsuki will push you onto the bed, cock already stiff and thick when he wiggles between your legs, yanking his briefs down to mid thigh.

You’re turned on enough that he slides in with relative ease, even if it burns a little, because let’s be real — he’s so hot you would take him any time, any place.

Katsuki will tug one of your legs up, hooking it over his shoulder. He’ll bend you in half and circle his fingers around your throat, applying pressure that’s just right.

With precision, he wholly makes this quickie worth it. Katsuki has your toes curling, cheeks flushed. Choking on your own moans as you cum.

He does exceptionally well with the time limit, pulling out and cumming all over your belly with a groan that leaks out between gritted teeth.

Almost exactly five minutes on the dot.

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Kirishima Eijirou

Eijirou has the spirit of a happy, care free, lovesick golden retriever. So naturally, he loves physical touch.

He’s addicted to constantly being in your space. Hugging you, holding your hand, pulling you to sit on his lap, kissing you.

And if we’re being honest, whenever he gets the chance, he’ll be inside you too. Stretching you out. Making you feel so good it melts your brain — if only because it makes him feel twice the amount of pleasure to you see come undone.

Needless to say, Eijirou enjoys quickies a fuck ton. He also is the sort of guy who gets literal heart eyes whenever you initiate one with him.

He’ll be relaxing on the couch, lost in some sort of video game when you snatch the controller out of his hands and place it out of his reach.

Eijirou sputters, glancing up at you in surprise. His startled expression turns to one of knowing when you straddle his lap. Your sundress bunching up and exposing the soft skin of your inner thighs in the process.

“I’ve got 10 minutes until I leave for my appointment. Wanna have sex Ei?” You ask teasingly, a coy smile playing on your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck, gently trailing your fingers up the nape of his neck.

You swear if Eijirou had a tail it would be wagging. He moans low in his throat. Your light touch and filthy words are all it takes to get him hard, stiff cock pressing eagerly into your thigh.

“How could I ever say no to you gorgeous?” He beams at you with his sharp teeth, resting his hands your hips. You snicker, raising up a little so he can slid his shorts down enough to free himself — just under his balls.

He sneaks your panties to the side, rubbing tight circles into your clit with his thumb. Your teeth sink into your lower lip, trying to hold in a whine.

He has mercy on you, gripping his shaft and parting your pussy with his cock until his head catches. You ease yourself down onto him until you’re fully seated in his lap.

You both simultaneously breathe out a sigh of relief.

After that, he lets you ride him until you’re sweaty and satiated. He praises you sweetly, holding your waist with a tight grip and helping you bounce.

“That’s it baby, take what you need. I’m right here, I’ve got you. Love it when you cum for me,” he coos, voice tender and adoring.

It’s effortless to cum like that, face buried in his shoulder while you rock back and forth in his lap. Letting him hug you tightly to his chest.

Once you come back down to earth, you check for the time, noticing you’ve only got two minutes left.

You taunt Eijirou with the time limit, telling him it’s his turn to cum before he has to take care of himself.

He chases his own pleasure desperately. Kissing you to keep himself from biting marks into your neck.

You’re only running a couple minutes late when you go, leaving Eijirou a sticky, gooey mess on the couch.

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Todoroki Shouto

Shouto, he’s, well — a mix of the two really. He enjoys taking his time, but he also cannot keep himself out of your bubble.

One of Shouto’s absolute favorite past times is cuddling with you.

The coziness of your body, the way you fit like a missing puzzle piece into his chest. The tender kisses he can trail across your neck and the ones you give him in return.

That’s why Shouto takes immense pleasure in those honey like, sweet and warm, limbs riddled with sleep morning quickies.

He can’t resist the temptation.

You’ll hear Shouto’s piercing alarm go off in the morning, jostling you from your dreams. The sheets rustle as Shouto maneuvers to turn off his alarm.

Your lids are droopy, and your limbs lag by a couple seconds when you turn over to cling to him.

You sprawl out half way on top of his chest and you slip your arms around his neck, nuzzling his shoulder.

“Sho,” you mumble in his ear, voice rasp and faint. He snakes an arm around your waist, tugging you closer.

“Mm?” The noise he makes rumbles in his chest

“I want you before you go, please,” you plead softly, kissing along his jawline. He squeezes you tighter briefly, responding without a trace of hesitation.

“Turn over baby, I’ll have to make it quick.”

So, you shift around until you’re on your side. Back facing Shouto as he scoots in close, wiggling down until his forehead rests at the back of your neck.

He shoves the large T-shirt you’re wearing up to your ribs. Smoothing his hand over your bare ass and squeezing until your breath hitches in your throat. Shouto smacks your ass playfully.

Automatically you lift your thigh and Shouto grips underneath it to keep it in that position, shifting his legs until he’s got the right angle.

The silky, warm skin of his full cock slides along your pussy and you jolt. He must’ve got rid of his briefs at some point.

Shouto shift his hips, pressing the head of his cock to your pussy, rocking his hips unhurriedly until he’s sliding in and out completely with each thrust.

You’re already crying out his name, gripping the sheets.

“Is this what you needed Angel?” Shouto pants hotly against your neck. “Your pussy feels so good,” he moans, tone pushing into a whine.

You can’t speak, still halfway asleep as Shouto takes you with slow and deliberate thrusts.

He repeatedly presses into your sweet spot as your climax builds gradually. It’s like a faucet sluggishly dripping warm water into a cup until it fills to the brim and overflows through your veins.

It doesn’t take long for Shouto to cum after your pussy clenches around him like a vice.

He presses in until his balls are flush against your skin. Biting into the back of your shoulder blade with a high pitched moan. That will definitely leave a mark.

“I love you,” Shouto murmurs, planting a kiss to your cheek after he helps you get clean enough to fall back asleep.

You’re out like a light before you hear the door shut, hoping Shouto makes it to the agency on time.

[thetypingpup]

badboy!yuta would definitely have a thing for you wearing innocent looking panties. He'd buy you all kinds, some with lace and frills that enticingly trace out the shape of your thighs and the curve of your hips, some with bright colors and patterns that stand out on your skin. He loves seeing you in the cutesy panties he buys, taking plenty of pictures to keep for his own collection. He loves how you look in them, how coquettish innocence merges with such seductive charm to make you look so incredibly appealing, edible even. His dick throbs at the sight alone, and when you play into the innocent game you both like to play, he's all but cumming right on the spot from the eroticism of it all.

But his favorite thing about them, by far, is rubbing your pussy with his cock while you have them on. It becomes something of a past time for him, holding your thighs while he thrusts between your legs against the cloth of your panties, taking in the sight of you squirming beneath him.

When the pleasure begins to build, when the arousal becomes too much to bear, he slides his cock under your panties and right against you, making you gasp out the cutest little moans as you feel him rub against your folds and over your clit. Coupled with his hand around his shaft, he essentially starts jerking off to the sight of you, all while using your pussy to get off. Filthy words and degrading praises spill from his lips as he enjoys the sight of you, enjoys the feel of you, enjoys playing with you like his own little toy.

"Look at you, sitting there whining, letting me rub my cock all over you like this. Fuck I can't get enough of you."

"What a little slut, letting me do such dirty things to you. Surely this isn't the innocent girl I first met."

"So good, so fucking good for me, princess. Keep your legs spread just like that, baby. Let me cum, all over you."

He loves the softness of the panties and the silken heat of your pussy. He loves that he can see the imprint of his dick pressing against the cutesy designs, knowing he's defiling you underneath, seeing your arousal and his precum staining the fabric. He loves when he can see the full outline of your pussy through the sheer fabric, seeing how it clings to your core, and then dips his cock under to rub against you some more.

More often than not, he deviously teases you with the tip of his cock, as it "accidentally" slips past your folds. The feeling of his blunt tip pressing inside you instantly makes you want more, and you whine, wordlessly begging him for more. The teasing ramps up, as he taunts you for wanting his dick inside of you, for being such a slut you want him to use you completely. Your face burns, both from embarrassment and arousal, and your head spins as thoughts start to leave your mind. All you know is that you want him to keep going, want to feel more of his cock inside of you, want him to keep touching you and playing with you and giving you that delicious pleasure you've come to crave.

The words he says his harder, seeping through the tangled mess of your mind, "Oh, is that why you wore this, princess? To get me hard? So I'd wanna put my cock in your pretty pussy? What a slutty little doll, getting so excited to be used."

He'd only slide in and fuck you more if you beg, and if you do, then he moves your panties to the side and makes you watch as his cock slips in and out of your pussy. His hand is still on his length, still jerking off, only he's jerking off with your pussy which makes it all the more naughty. He'd only let you cum if you keep your eyes on his cock the entire time, watching exactly how he's making you feel good, watching the way he defiles you.

Sometimes he cums on your panties. Sometimes he cums under them. Sometimes he cums in your pussy and lets it drip out. But however he cums, he makes sure to make a mess of you. He makes sure you can feel the wet heat of his release against your skin, letting it slide over you just so you can feel how dirty he's made you. Even as he kisses you afterwards and tells you how good you did, he wants you to feel how thoroughly you've been used, and intensify your experience of feeling like a pliant little doll.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for running away from my (17) younger sibling (12 going on 13) in pony town?

the stakes are so low theyre subterranean but i feel like a bit of a dick for it. only pre-story context needed is that pony town is an online game based on my little pony that me and them both play, they know im not good at remembering the map layout bc i dont play nearly as often as them, and they just flat REFUSE to accept a boundary until its repeated and explained to them multiple times -- and even then they still dont fully accept/acknowledge it

so i opened up pony town earlier to make a pony and then maybe walk around and chat on my own since im usually just playing with my sibling, but they saw me get online and immediately messaged me to meet them somewhere to show me some ponies they made. i agreed and they showed me their ponies, but when i went to leave they started following me. like "trying to be right next to me at all times" following me. this is after we agreed to do our own thing, mind you

irritated, i immediately started zig-zagging through the crowds and switching ponies at random to try and make them lose me, which did work, but afterwards i realized i maybe could have Just Told Them i didnt wanna play with them. i was just too annoyed for that to occur to me if im being honest

i dont know if it actually bothered them at all but now i feel bad since my number one advice on aita posts like this is "just communicate" so i feel like a hypocrite now. im also realizing as i finish this ask that having this much of a moral hangup over such a tiny non-issue is probably not normal and considering the other aspects of my life i should probably go get screened for some kinda disorder. aita?

[sseniita]

hi I really like the dumb blonde story! Will you write more of it? If not that's okay!

hsjdh

(also can you tag me if you do so I can see it?)

@wacko-weirdo sorry it took like a million years,,,, i had no idea what to write LOL , this one is for u my liege

i pledge allegiance to dumb blondes (2!)

part 1!

The villain didn’t know why he thought this would be easy. The hero was loud and attracted a lot of attention, not only to themself but to the villain as well. They would insist on keeping the other soldiers occupied with card games and nightcaps that kept them dizzy till morning which resulted in ten extra laps around the base during morning drills. 

They complained about broken nails, needed 15 minutes to do their hair, insisted on a private bathroom and argued with authoritative figures, but worst of all, they seemed to take a liking to the villain. They had gotten comfortable far too quickly. Though they never had the pleasure of fighting each other on the field, the sparring practice late at night behind the cafeteria proved the villain was missing out. The hero wasn’t good to any extent- but they were fun. 

To say the villain liked them was an overstatement. Perhaps saying the hero liked the villain was too. The villain could barely stomach when they showed up to breakfast practically shirtless, when they laughed at half-assed jokes, and returned lazy and suggestive compliments. But the villain liked them on the ground. Panting, bloody, covered in bruises and dirt. He liked it when they bounced back in a pathetic attempt to bring the villain down. He liked the way they’d try stalling by flirting, it was different when they did it with the villain as compared to the soldiers- it was malicious with intent.

“That was terrible.” The hero was on the ground, staining the cuff of their sleeve by cleaning the blood off their face. “Get up,” he demanded.  

The villain grabbed them by the collar of their jumpsuit. The hero only chuckled. 

“Ok. Ok. I’m up.” They rasped. 

“It’s been a month. You haven’t gotten any better. You’re wasting my time, hero.” The hero grabbed the villain’s wrist that was still gripping tightly to their collar. 

“Maybe I don’t wanna get better. Maybe I like the way you hit me.” 

Despite himself, the villain was amused. The hero was anything but heroic. They'd make a terrible captain. 

“You’re insane. I can’t wait to kill you.” The hero smiled at that- like it was the first real compliment they received since they arrived at the base. They got their footing and the villain let go. The hero feigned disappointment.

“There goes my plan to continue your rehabilitation,” they sighed "why continue training me then?"

“It’s more so for myself. It’d be boring if you died so quickly.” he turned to his jacket he’d disregarded when the fight was getting stuffy. "Besides, it's not like you're learning much of anything."

“I should kill you.” 

The villain clicked their tongue. “Now, now. Heroes don’t kill, sweetheart.” Before he could reach for his jacket, a force threw him down. The villain had almost forgotten the feeling of panic-fueled adrenaline, like a shock through his body.

In less than the second the villain took to realize what was going on, the hero was straddling his hips and sending two punches (one for good measure) right to his jaw. The villain spit out blood and stopped struggling against their tight hold.

The fact that the hero of all people had managed to overpower the villain was a cold realization that sent shivers up the his spine; (that could have also been thanks to the hero's muscular thighs around them- but who's to say) they were getting sloppy. The villain was at ease where he should definitely not have been.

Having the hero as his pawn in the game was as sobering of a thought as having the hero being the only pawn in the game, his plan, his magnum opus.

The hero could very easily destroy the villain's plan and make him start from zero, but if he played his cards right- they were also the key to his victory. Ironically, it wasn't much better on the hero's side: the hero needed the villain for their own reasons. Both extremely vital, but useless, if not fatal, if uncooperative. The villain knew the hero knew this. This is to say who is in control here?

After hero caught their breath, their hands landed on the villain's chest, applying enough pressure to be considered a warning.

“I win.” They smiled. “I may not be strong, but if I’m good at something it’s looking for an opening.” their lips curled into something knowing, something taunting. "Opportunities come in all shapes and sizes." They patted the villain's chest, almost amicably.

“I noticed, all with how natural it is for you to get on top of someone."

"Thanks." they sneered. No venom.

They leaned down, their lips dangerously close to the shell of his ear. 

“I know what your plan is. Trust me I won’t make it easy.” The villain only listened, coming to the exciting realization he was the hero's only pawn as well; no one was in control. And they had entered a complex mutually dependent situation. Perhaps the first for both of them. How romantic.

The villain turned his head, lips touching the hero's cheek as they whispered.

"Perhaps I’ll underestimate you when the time comes. But for now, you’re nothing more than a teenager whose daddy didn’t let play with the big kids.” 

“Ohh, it’s going to be so much fun bringing you down” 

“Oh, the most fun. But we have things to do before then, don’t we?” 

The hero pulled their face up to stare at the villain. Neither one of them looked away as they glared daggers. The hero finally chuckled, breathlessly. 

“You know what the other soldiers say about us?” The hero whispered, the electric tension immediately disappearing. They seemed to be good at that.

“Can you blame them? A popular hero and reformed villain sneak away in the middle of the night for hours.” The villain explained. “Bound to raise some eyebrows.” 

“Imagine the drama when we become best of friends at Hero HQ, only for a heartbreaking betrayal.”

“You’ve always been a spectacle, Hero.” The hero finally got off the villain, lending a hand the villain accepted and didn’t let go of once they were both standing. “You seem ok. But something tells me you’re so much worse.” 

“You’re a bad influence. And a wretched teacher.” 

“Unfixable, some would say.”

“Clearly.”

[starfxkr]

trailer park!jj and toxic!jj live in the same house… two sides of the same coin. now im thinking ab finally getting fed up with him not locking in with you and making him jealous 🙂‍↕️ he finds out youre getting a little too close to some guy and he peeps it and gets irked. hes older now so hes not as impulsive as he used to be but that doesnt mean he wont do smth. probs embarrasses you in front of said dude as usual. and i like to think about nurse!reader w this one, but he really kicks it up a notch when he takes out one of the women his age that Hates you on a date, cleans himself up pretty well (finking ab whe white tshirt n jeans fit he wore to visit john b in jail mmmhmnnm) and it’s probably the cleanest youve seen him. hes waiting for her outside her trailer on his bike when you see him n youre curious bc… whyre you dressed up if not to see me 😒 n e ways he knows hes got you when you come up to him after tending to your patients for the day n pops the question— his sleazy ass is looking at you above his sunglasses talking about some “‘bouta go on our fifth date, me n her. ‘might just make us exclusive… i got her flowers too ‘cus im a gentleman like that” which sends you into a fury of rage bc THATS what youve been asking for. the dates, flowers, rides on his bike, and most importantly— the title of you being his girl!!?? and hes giving it to some old hag that doesnt deserve him… he plays dirty w the age gap/maturity differences hes soo sick. thank god hes not with kitten bc itd get ugly… but imagining that makes u think hmmnnmm

the way he plays with nurse!reader bc he low-key feels guilty abt stringing you along because youre so smart and got a good head on your shoulders...this is the only thing that can really make you mad and you come to his place raising hell after because you asked for him to BE FUCKIN NORMAL and he wouldn't so you moved on and now he wanna play games????

kitten woulda pushed that trailer into the marsh. no question about it. and of course all her 'irrational behavior' makes him go "see this is why me n you won't work. you're still fuckin young n'stupid." ohhh he shouldnt have said that...she's fuckin all his friends

[laufskadus]

i feel more complete with this game in my life

[moeblob]

Man. May I just say. I love how in this game it’s like “you have four suitors and three of them are the most repulsive men on the planet then you have this really energetic guy who wants you to step on him if he does anything bad BUT he’s trying his best”.

[onewingedangels]

i've been looking at bg3's stats again and i'm honestly surprised that tieflings are not as popular as i thought they would since i've been seeing so many badass looking tiefling ocs around

[moongothic]

[sleepii-moth]

ngl i honestly love seeing freezing cold takes from people who straight up did not understand the plot of the media they just consumed, like its really fun to see someone just go say something is "anti feminist" because a girl found a guy hot for like 2 episodes

[arklay]

WIP DAY.

tagged by @girlbosselrond @morvaris @aartyom @risingsh0t @phillipsgraves @leviiackrman @indorilnerevarine & @denerims over the past month! sorry it's taken me so long to get to anything at all, i'm sure you guys have heard me address it enough, but thank you all so much for continuing to tag me in things while i've been inactive ♡

tagging @aelyosos @brujah @calenhads @florbelles @jendoe @lightwardens @liurnia @nokstella @nuclearstorms @shadowsofrose @shellibisshe @steelport @swordcoasts @wrymbloods @voerman & all of those who tagged me again cause i'm so behind + anyone else who'd like to share anything they're working on, not just writing! ♡

i haven't written anything since the last wip game i did, but i started trying to put diana's timeline together at the start of january, so i mean... i'll show that instead. as you can see, fatigue hasn't let me do much with it even though i've got all of her timeline already done and strewn about all over the place.

started with 1995 onwards cause it was originally going to be an ewskers timeline situation, but then wanted to include all of her backstory so i went back to the start and still have the late 80s and early 90s to get through before then, but yeah :]

it's going to include like all little moments i've thought of between the ewskers just for me and placing them on the timeline, so you can imagine how long this is going to get if i have to go to 2021 for village... like just 1996-1998 is going to be so much... she's very special to me if you couldn't tell already lmaoo

never sharing this though, it's just for me, and like will help for when i do her timeline page (more in-depth version of what's on her oc page) to just run through canon events and brief descriptions and whatnot. you understand.

everything is blurred out besides 1995 ewskers momence and the years, just cause like idk her i feel weird sharing her in-depth backstory unless it's in dms or something, just cause there's lots going on there and yeah. things. idk

i also made a carrd for twt if you wanna have a look at that :] there's some cheeky subtle things with the two resi items i used as pics hehe

actually, you know what, i'll give a lil bit from where i left of with that rewrite anyways, even though it's been months since i wrote it. but why not

Wesker left a fleeting kiss behind her ear then reached around her and hooked his fingers beneath her coat, prompting Diana to glance back at him. But all he did was gently pull it from her shoulders. She watched him from out of the corner of her eye as he hung it up on the rack by the door, his movements careful and almost calculated, until he turned back towards her, and the warmth of his body returned once more. He pressed up against her side this time, as opposed to her back, and one of his hands found a home on her waist. The way the arm it belonged to was resting firmly against her as he began leading her towards the kitchen was comforting, secure, yet unmistakably possessive. And she revelled in it. He had quite the knack for handling her just the way she wanted.

[bobapplesimblr]

Hey do any of yall listen to podcasts?

And if so what kind of podcasts do yall listen to? I’m looking for topic/genre suggestions

[ectoplasmer]

actually no I think it’d be really funny if my hs s/i and my ygo s/i switched places

[kellystar321]

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[marcirose]

Finally working on something that I'm so lovingly calling "rewriting ffxv's story out of spite cause wtf but with a dash of a/b/o" because going back through this game is reminding me of how much I can't stand the lore lmao

[warmspice]

Got my certified gamers license today B)