Abt To Redownload Love And Deepspace For. Reasons.

i luv them sm they make me cry

bnha pro-heroes/teachers as routes in a dating sim! lmk who y’all want to see in part 2 💕

mdni!! :p

oh this is so self indulgent….. anyways chat how do we feel abt chubby chaser!satoru

“satoru, what are you doing?” you turn to look at him, sending him a confused look from over your shoulder. he simply shrugged in response, kissing the back of your shoulder. “checking somethin’…” he murmured, his hands continuing their movements underneath your shirt.

he had been doing this for the past few minutes, groping at specific parts of your body for a moment before quickly moving to another spot. it wasn’t strange for him to have his hands on you — hell, it was strange if he didn’t — but the rapid movement is what confused you.

you simply sighed and let him be when he didn’t explain further, leaving him to his own devices for the next couple of minutes. “baby look, i figured it out.” you barely even got the chance to open your mouth and ask before his hands were trailing under the waistband of your sleep shorts.

“look, i grab here-” he gripped your upper thigh, his fingers pressing into the soft fat. “for thighjobs. here-” your hip. “when i fuck you from the back, anddd-” he moved his hand out of your pants, sliding it underneath the hem of your shirt to grab at your boob. “here for spooning. you have a spot for my hands no matter what position we’re in.” you could feel him smiling against the back of your shoulder, seemingly proud of his discovery.

you stood silent, your face burning at his words. he rested his chin on your shoulder with a pout when you didn’t say anything “heyyy, you should be proud of my findings! i did a lot of research.” he turned his head, his cheek squishing against your shoulder as he let out a huff.

he was quiet for a while, not moving until you felt his hand trailing along the underside of your thigh. he gripped at the soft flesh, four of his fingers indenting into your inner thigh. “maybe we should see what position makes my hands fit here, yeah?” oh god.

yea im eating him

best friend!ino is such a desperate loser for you, and he’s hardly ashamed of it. always at your beck and call and ready to serve—need a wedding date? he’s buying a suit. need a night off? he’ll finish up any paperwork you’ve got to do. need to destress after a long day? use him like a sex toy until you’re satisfied.

you thought he was joking when he first offered. but you were pent up and he was looking you straight in the eyes and asking—no, begging—to be used by you. takuma, you realised very quickly, will do anything to please you.

and he loves knowing he’s making you feel good. with you laid out on clean sheets, his hair tickling the insides of your thighs as he makes out with your pussy like he’s in love with it, which he is. moans as he eats you out, watching you through his lashes for any sign that you’re enjoying the way his tongue feels lapping at your clit.

he’s messy, strings of spit connecting him to you as he pulls back to tell you just how perfect you are. so he can watch his fingers plunge into you, curl upwards and bring you to orgasm. he never makes you wait, never makes you beg—he’d rather die than deny you anything.

and if you let him fuck you, feel you from the inside out, he’s just as eager to please. lets you ride him, control the pace and timing and keep him in check because he gets overexcited and too rough and fast sometimes. he can’t help it, though, you make him restless.

how good you feel wrapped around his aching cock, tip red and sore and desperate to fill you up with him cum. he has to do anything to keep himself from cumming—anything to hold out long enough for you to use him to his full potential. god he wants to be good for you, he’ll bite his lip and do math in his head and think about anything but the way you sink down on him and move your hips in painfully slow rolling waves of melting lust and—

he doesn’t realise you want him to come undone until he’s emptying his balls inside of you with teary eyes and choked apologies. your smile, though, tells him that you’ve been given exactly what you want. because when you kiss his forehead and push him back down into the mattress, takuma is met with another roll of your hips and the dawning realisation that you’re going to overstimulate his poor cock until you’re bored of the way he fills you so fucking deep it hurts.

he can take it, though. even if he can’t—he will. anything to make you feel good.

for my tumblr crush @creamflix

making tres leches tn who wants a piece

Being a pro censorship ao3 user is so insanely cringe. Either use the (incredibly effective and well designed) filtering system to avoid seeing the shit you don't like or stop complaining. Leave the pro censorship rhetoric to Wattpad or smth

working so hard to get this out before my family wakes up wish me luck <///3

writing a lil smth smth abt choso sucking strap. u guys see the vision right.

Suguru is seductive.

Not meaning effortlessly attractive, –while that is true– meaning that unlike other men who throw themselves at you, expecting you to comply, almost demanding it, Suguru tries to swoop you off your feet and drop you onto his bed. He doesn't care to be subtle. In fact, he wants you to see all the effort he puts in. His intentions are loud and clear.

The Egyptian musk incense burning away, the pheromone perfume, his hair fully let down and a little messy just the way he knows you like it, and his traditional robes looser than usual, slightly hanging off his exposed shoulders.

His voice is silkier than usual, taking on a more purring tone. He's more soft-spoken than usual when he greets you.

"Welcome home, honey. I missed you terribly "

Suguru is by your side before you know it. Helps you take off your coat before touching you more intimately. He rests his hand on your cheek, his thumb gently teases your lower lip.

"What took you so long, dearest?"

Gentle as always, his thumb moves to the side to contour your jaw, smoothly sliding down the dip of your neck to trace your jugular vein. Such a tease

He puts you in a trance everytime he gets like this, your beautiful beautiful man. With his hands and eyes solely on you, its hard not to feel like the center of the universe, not when his eyes seem to harbor the answers to all of its secrets.

So you stand there in his gentle hands, basking in your sensual partner's attention, feeling safe and yet afloat. One of the many things that set Suguru apart from other men was his ability to balance between excitement and comfort. He was perfect, he was an addiction.

And he is yours.

The finger he slides down your collar bone and halts its journey at your chest feels like a feather light touch, –So on brand for him– yet its enough to make your breath hitch, and release butterflies loose to roam free in your stomach. Suguru loves when you get like this. When you relax and let your guard down, he loves it when you go borderline limp in his arms. He loves feeling special to you. It means the world.

You being responsive to suguru's advances means the world to hi. And that's all the go-ahead he needs to never stop trying, to do his best to woo you, make you swoon, to work hard and keep you with him, and keep the spark between you going. It feels to him like he had found the formula to your heart, –And in a way he has, who wouldn't feel flattered?– so he will continue to deliver his message of –I care, i will always care for you, no matter how much time passes– and prove his love with whatever means necessary.

CONGRATS ON THE PURPLE HAIR HELL YESSSSSS🗣🗣👏👏👏👏👏👏

TY EDEN EEEEEEE

maybe i’ll catch up w mha……….

IT'S SO MUCH BETTER THAN I EXPECTED