The fact that there is so next to nothing about this man on this website is a crying shame. And if this does not change after Creed |||, it's gonna be me and every single last one of yall on this God forsaken website.
The very lucky/unlucky moment during D&D when everyone has to reroll initiative because they keep getting the same number as another person, now you're equally nine rolls in and you're coughing up a lung because of how much you're laughing
Just to be clear this would not make them unable to make the movies theyâd just have to properly pay the creators and their families for the use of the characters.
You, do you ever think that WE could be the other kid the night that Jennifer died? And we might've forgot for plot reasons and because our brain as kids makes us forgot trauma sometimes.
It would make sense of Hannah sending Thomas our number, why we can choose to say she sounds familiar. Also why the MWAF is obsessed with us specifically and not with anyone else. We're special for some reason, the MWAF doesn't want us anywhere near here.
Seeing as Hannah was acting differently before she disappeared I wouldn't be surprised if she herself were getting threatening calls.
Iâm a masochist so bully Bakugou hits all the right spots for me. Like please sir spit in my mouth and push me against the wall and steal my underwear after you fuck me while calling me your toy
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âQuit yer fuckinâ whining, princess, Iâm not going anywhere.â
Bakugou has you pushed up in some cramped closet in your hero agency, face and glasses smushed against the wall as you fight against his grip. He laughs at your struggle, presses his bulge in between your cheeks and bites down on your lobe roughly.
âB-Bakugou, stop! Get the fuck off of me, I have patrol inââ
âI donât fucking care. If I wanna get my dick wet, then my toy is supposed to get my dick wet. Or are you too much of a fucking numbskull to realize that?â
You feel the stuffy air hitting your bare ass in seconds, a stinging slap resonating in the quiet closet. You whimper, bite your lip to quiet your sounds as Bakugou continued to land slap after slap on your sore cheeks.
âYouâre so fucking weak, you know that?â Bakugou spits harshly in your ear, pulling his hard cock out of his joggers. He swipes thick fingers between your folds, presses the tips of two fingers to your hole, and gathers some of your slick. He coats his stiff cock in your juices, moans at the sloppy sounds it makes when mixing with his precum.
âYou just let me treat you like the sex doll with a brain you are. You never even fight back?â Bakugou hums with feign curiosity, reaching a hand down to slap meaty fingers on your aching clit. You canât bite back the cry that rips from your throat as you try to close his hands between your legs. He pries them open with little to no problem as he laughs and rubs his leaking tip on your cunt.
âIs it because you like it? I think ya do, princess.â Bakugou chuckles, low and condescending as he slowly starts to shove his thick cock inside of your unprepared pussy. You already know youâre gonna have a limp to explain to Red Riot during your patrol.
âYou like it, donât you? Fuckinâ say it, or Iâll tell whoever youâre on patrol with that you just let me fuck a load or two in ya before âhelping citizensâ, you fucking slut.â
He gives you no time to prepare for his size and girth. Heâs snapping his hips brutally, sucking hickeys into your neck, hickeys that Red Riot will definitely be asking about.
Youâre trying to hide your moans behind your hand, but youâre failing miserably. All you can do is stand there on wobbly legs, let Bakugou wreck your aching and stretched cunt until youâre too fucked out from orgasms to tell him to stop.
When he finally cums inside of you, he stills and groans deeply into your ear, hands bruisingly tight on your hips. He pulls out after a few seconds, and you whimper when he tears your panties clean off of your body.
You can hear him inhaling the fabric deeply before shoving them in his pockets, and snaps your unitard back into place over your leaking cunt. You can barely feel your body when he lightly taps your ass and presses a kiss to your sweaty forehead.
âDonât forget to meet me after your patrol tonight, blindie.â And with that, he exists the closet, leaving you shaky and silently asking for more.
So I caught myself casually singing Christmas songs even though it's not Christmas season because they're catchy. But um, did the girl in Baby it's cold outside get drugged? Cause like no one asks what's in a drink unless they're really messed up after a couple of sips and think they were drugged
NGL I've been sus of Richy for a minute. So when the kidnapper magically doesn't appear and shows his face to us after he "attacks" Richy which he has been known to do so we can get afraid of him and Richy doesn't look panicked or scared and just moves the phone so we can see him "die" and doesn't even try to scream or tell us anything, just let the blood come out his mouth.
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