something that makes me irrationally angry are slime videos but specifically when they play with slime and put in a SINGLE piece of a plastic toy........i have blocked people over it i genuinely cannot cope with it and i could not tell u why
so bakugo is nearly dead? his heart was pierced he was still alive (just barely) but in the latest manga chapters Edgeshot and Best Jeanist have been trying to keep him alive and we know that Edgeshot has an ability where he can essentially use parts of himself to heal other people- but if he does that he dies (? that’s my understanding), and in the last panel of the manga they talk about how the pros need to sacrifice themselves for the next generation and we see Edgeshot essentially using his own parts to stitch bakugo back up
so pretty much Bakugo is going to live i think, but Edgeshot will die in getting him to live
OH RIGHT ON !!!!!!! it's a shame i did like edgeshot he's hot......didn't realize he would become do important to the plot i literslly have only ever watched the anime so i only know him from that
BUT GLAD BAKUGOU GETS TO LIVE ITS WHAT HE DESERVES !!!!!!!!! bakugou haters r probably in tears on this day 😔
How many people’s most beloved childhood stuffed animals are actually teddy bears, like I feel like that’s a thing someone made up. Reblog this and put what your longest owned and/or favorite stuffed animal as a child was in the tags, inquiring minds want to know
tags: forced orgasm, big dick!zhongli, little one as a pet name, squirting, wet&messy, multiple orgasms, creampie
words: 1,416
summary: zhongli is enamored with you, his precious human. and hes addicted to being inside you
minors do not interact.
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He's been alive for thousands of years, yet nobody has felt quite like you wrapped around him. You were the first and only human who had ever gotten him to this point, wound taut and cock heavy and dripping in his pants.
You were special, a priceless little treasure of his. And he adored you.
There's just something borderline heavenly about sinking balls deep into the soft, wet pussy of a human who loved him as much as he loved them. Nothing on Teyvat or Celestia could quite compare to it.
Even after years, he couldn't quite get used to it. When he thrusted home, heavy balls slapping against you when he bottomed out, he always had to pause — take a moment to gather himself.
It was always intense, being inside you. You cling to him so sweetly, cooing and whimpering in his ear as your pretty, tight cunt squeezed around him. Sometimes he felt like he was going to disintegrate right then and there, like his mind and body couldn’t handle having you so close to him.
Being inside of you was simply otherworldly, he decided.
“I feel so…” his voice was weak, shuttering as he spoke, “I feel so close to you like this.”
His confession was sweet and brought the sting of tears to your eyes. You wrapped your arms around his neck, carding your fingers through his soft hair before tugging him down for a kiss.
Having him so much closer to you caused his cock to slip even deeper inside. Your thighs twitched around his waist at the change in position, a deep ache settling in your core from the way he prodded your cervix.
Zhongli was big. He was a god so it was never surprising to see just how spectacular his body was. He was thick and heavy, length hanging down to his thighs under it own weight. He always stretches you beyond any limits you think you may have. It’s an endeavor in itself for him to sink into you, leaving him to work orgasm after orgasm out of your body until you can easily take him to the hilt.
Once he’s finally inside you, he stills. It’s agony.
Your cunt drools, creamy and wet all around him as you wait. He listens to the way you cry and whine for him — for the pleasure that you know only he can give to you.
When he finally begins to move again, its slow and methodical strokes. He gives you deep, mind-numbing rolls of his hips that have him prodding at your cervix. Usually, the pressure would border on painful but after all the tortuous waiting he’s put you through before sinking into you, you only want more.
There’s sticky, wet sounds that accompany his movements; it’s his favorite sound. You moan and gasp beneath him, eyes rolled back so the whites are visible and your mouth hangs open to let out puffs of air mixed with his name.
You’re so honest, your body is so honest. He truly believes that there is nothing like making a precious human feel godly pleasure over and over again. He never gets tired of it.
There’s a tight squeeze of your cunt around him, your hips jerk and causes his length to pop free. Strings of sticky cum connect his length to your clenching hole.
He knows you’re close but too sensitive to let yourself lose it on his cock. He takes mercy on you and slips two, long fingers between your folds to find your clit. The bud is hard, swollen, and throbbing beneath his touch.
All it takes is couple sweet little strokes on the bud for you to cum. You cum so pretty too, he can’t take his eyes off of you as you tremble and twitch haphazardly on his bed.
It’s his favorite sight, making his sweet human lose it.
He eagerly stuffs his cock back into you, shushing you when you wail at the stretch. His perfect cock hits every spectacular spot inside of you, every time he moves he grinds against the tender, gooey spot inside you that makes your whole body twitch meanly.
Underneath him, you look ethereal. You look better than any Archon he’s set his eyes on before.
His balls, heavy and full, slap against you every time he thrusts in. You love the feeling, you love the fact that he feels good too. You can tell from the way his bangs stick to his forehead, a sweat building up on his skin from the heat produced between the two of you.
You’re growing close again, it takes so very little for you to cum for him. You start squirming beneath him, whimpering and whining as you push against his lower stomach, hoping to dislodge his cock from you again — the stimulation just too much for your sensitive body.
But his mercy has run out and he’s not going to let you run away from him this time — from him, from the pleasure.
He drops his large body over yours, resting his weight on his elbow above your head. When he looks down your body, he’s enamored at the sight of pretty, bouncing tits and how far your legs spread to accommodate his body.
Your knees knock against his ribs and your nails scratch against his chest when you tearfully look up at him. You’re stuffed so full and feel almost suffocated by him and his scent all around you.
You cry his name, sweet and wobbly as tears fill your eyes. He coos, bringing one hand down to grab your face, meanly squeezing your cheeks together to make your lips pucker out.
“Easy, little one,” he whispers, deep voice making butterflies erupt in your stomach, “Don’t run from it.”
Tears squeeze out of your eyes when you blink up at him. He thumbs them away with ease before licking the pad of the digit, savoring the salty taste of your tears.
He’s no longer thrusting into you, instead settling for sensual grinding, humping himself against your cunt to make his cock stir within your walls. He grinds against your clit, making your entire body jump and tremble as you uncontrollably wail.
Still, you try to push him away, try to get away from the overwhelming stimulation that will send you embarrassingly over the edge. He knows how to work your body with humiliating ease. He works you like the finest toy, like an instrument he took a years to master.
It’s all too easy to make you fall apart and it is his favorite game to play. He doesn’t know why you even bother trying to deprive him of such a magnificent feat.
“Shhh,” he shushes your cries, though it does nothing to silence you. If anything you cry even louder, not that he really minds — the sound just goes straight to his cock.
You continue to squirm and push at him but he doesn’t budge. He holds you down, lips pressed against your ear as he whispers soft encouragements to you; let go, you can do it, cum for me, cum, little one.
And you do, not that you have much choice.
You gush around him, squirting all over his cock and abdomen when he suddenly pulls back and resumes fucking you — thrusting into you messy, gushing cunt to milk every second of your orgasm out of your fragile body.
He loves it, can’t help but marvel at you as you lose yourself all over him. A thick, creamy ring wraps around the base of him — a sign of the pleasure he’s fucked out of you.
He cums with a soft huff of pleasure, head tossed back with his mouth opened wide. He spills into you, cum hot and leaking past the tight seal of your cunt wrapped around him. You continue to spasm and squeeze around him, aftershocks of your orgasm making itself known in your body.
You both fall still and he finally looks back down at your disheveled form. He made a mess of you, picked you apart and made you feel untold pleasure. He made you feel ways no mortal man ever could, just like you deserved.
You were all his and he was going to worship you to the end of his days.
When he pulls away from you, ready to clean up, but he can’t help but pause and smile.
It’s his favorite part; when he pulls out, his mess is left behind inside you.
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