A writer's relationship with their own work goes: this is genius, this is garbage, this is genius, this is garbage, i should never have been born, okay actually this line is good
Conservative beauty standards are back with a vengeance which means it's especially important to go out this summer with bellies out and bodies unshaved. Also be unapologetically disabled with mobility aids and wearable medical devices and stim toys and ear defenders and all that stuff. You need it. People need to see it. Everyone needs to be reminded that life is unquestioningly more enjoyable when you're not living inside an arbitrary set of rules created by people who are offended by all the wrong things.
also I don't think parents "these days" are uniquely terrible, I just think neglect is showing up in new ways as technology progresses. today's ipad kid would've been wandering around in a ditch alone all day and night before. parents not wanting to have to deal with children is not a new phenomenon.
I bring a real 'actually people who are pregnant do deserve some special consideration because they are effectively at least temporarily disabled if not permanently after some complications' vibe to the party that a lot of people don't seem to like
the issue with growing up in the 2000s and 2010s was like there was this really big push toward "accepting your weirdness" overall but they meant like idk wearing mismatched socks or something not being tangibly beyond the norm in any way shape or form
tongue-kissing is incredibly intimate to bakugo, like I legit believe he does the equivalent of saving it for marriage, but once you cross that threshold with him oooooo boy
he is the BEST kisser. heâs so judicious with his tongue, teases and tastes into you all heated and almost shy at first, puffs soft, hot, panting breaths against your mouth when your tongue finally brushes back against his. he reads how you like it and matches it effortlessly, learning with you how the two of you move together.
he will make out with you on the couch for an hour. his cheeks all red as he tilts your head how he wants it, makes soft little sounds he doesnât realize heâs making
I kind of miss the impulsivity that certain spaces used to allow. oh you want a hair cut today? hairdresser in the corner can fit you in before her 2 oâclock. tattoo of a cobra⊠sure leg or arm? even concerts, back when you could go to the box office thirty mins before any show. not saying these things donât exist at all, but everything feels booked five months in advance and 10x more expensive
saw your tags @did-sm1-say-catfish and yes, that link is broken! I looked into it, and it's because there are now multiple maps, including a map of Indiaâ
learning that providing people with food when they're experiencing a huge life change has really revolutionised my supportive gift-giving techniques and it works every single time. you've just moved house? takeaway gift card. you have a new baby? takeaway gift card. you're suffering a bereavement? guess what. takeaway gift card. have one evening of not having to thing about cooking or groceries or meal planning. take a little breathing space.
đŠâSIGHS deku being so heavy that when u squirt he can't be pushed out so he just sinks deeper with soft grumbles ): massages his hips into yours as u knead at the mattress )): I JUST THINK HES NEAT,,
iâm howling actually. he is so neat!!!! mdni.
âd-deku!â youâre gasping, high pitched and whiney with your lungs desperate for breath. they expand wide between your rib cage and the mattress your boyfriend has you pressed intoâ all of his weight, heavy over you and his chest sticky against your back. ââm gonnaâŠgonnaâ oh fuck, baby! gonna make me cum.â
deku laughs, his warm breath tingling gently against the shell of your earâ contrasting with the force behind each of his calculated thrusts, slender hips lunging forward to push his fat cock deeper along your soaked squishy walls, âuhuh, you close, angel? can tell with how your greedy little pussy clenches around me,â as if in queue, his seedy, blistering tip nudges new pleasure spots along the ridges of your insidesâ making you seize up and ripple around the stretch of izukuâs girth. he chokes on a moan that sends dopamine crackling across your brain, licks predatory stripe from your neck to just behind your ear and curses when you cry out his name again. âkeep that ass up for me, throw it back on me a little bit, baby. just so i can fuck you better.â
you do your best to lift your hips from underneath deku, shuddering at how his luscious green hair tickles your shoulders from behind and he quickly slips a pillow under your bruised hips to keep you arched how he wants. the new angle has your cunt squelching with lewd suction noises every time izuku pushes into you, and his rough fingers slip between your mess of sweaty and arousal stained limbs to fumble with your swollen clit as blood rushes to it. you barely have any room to breathe between the way deku fucks you and the way he touches youâ treading on the thin line of euphoria and losing your sanity.
âbe a good girl, be my pretty little girl and cum fâme,â he slurs against your skin, practically drooling as his heavy length hits deep and churns up your insidesâ cockhead never letting up on your abused g-spot. âthatâs it, make a mess for me. god, fuck.â
âi canât, canât. i-izu-!â clawing at the sheets, your tiny mewls become louder, heftier and fill the room with their song combined with the wet slaps of skin on skin and bed creaking beneath the weight of sex. you let your head fall back against dekuâs freckled shoulder, mouth hanging wide open when your orgasm washes over you in a wave that threatens to drown you. the knot in your stomach unravels way too quickly, and you gush clear streams of your arousal straight from your mound.
âfuck, youâre squirting,â deku sounds elated, drawing wide and fast circles on your clit, never letting up with his thrusts no matter how much you squirt because heâs just so thick, so heavy that all his cock does is plug you full. âthatâs it baby, lemme see you fall apart on me. uhhuh, you like that?â cooing condescendingly, he only slips deeper inside the heat of your puffy pussy as clear streams of arousal bathe his cock, your entrance clinging to every vein on his shaft.
he leaves you a drooling twitching mess against the crushed sheets, pressing his hips flat against your ass to grind into you in slow circles. âwanâ you to cum baby, please izuku. cum inside me, please.â you beg, hiccuping and twisting the duvet between your shaky fingers. you squeal as deku picks up the pace, your arousal splashing against his tummy and pelvis, fat drops of it running down the insides of your thighs.
âtake it baby, all of it,â the last spurt of his energy is used to fuck you until he creams your cunt, filling you up with his thick seed and grinding in you until heâs sure it takes. the pro hero collapses onto you, kisses pressed across your back before he leans up to whisper.
âletâs try that again, shall we? have you squirt while my cockâs deep, deep inside you, huh angel?â
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