hello mommy could you make something like yunho n mingi fucking her really rough that can't make her move or think until she used save words but they're not gonna stop until they satisfied with their work, maybe some double penetration, choking, much cum, cum dripping and i think a lot of orgasm denial but she squirts... lurveeee mommy🥺
hi anon! please don't call me mommy, i'm not comfy with it. also, my reqs are closed. please check my pinned post before sending something in 🫶
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First off this absolutely cursed AU was inspired by Lemonomelette and a post they made -X
Secondly I imagine it all being about bots and cons trying to one up each others factions and not actually helping in any serious way because their too busy with their own faction bs.
Think of two rival car dealerships across the street one upping each other to get business and instead of business with cars its interstellar robot fairys trying to woo sm children to let them grant their inconsequential wishes (which may or may not be worth it) instead of the other guy next door.
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I love three houses discourse because I'm pretty sure everyone just picks their route based on which house leader they're the most gay for and then tries to defend their pick by pointing out the other sides's war crimes via twitter memes. Reader, all four of them do substantial quantities of war crimes. So many. We're just here because the woman with Issues and a big fuck-off axe said so, and then we gotta justify everything she did in the name of dismantling the class system. I mean, I'm here for that, but you could also try justifying Charm Man uses poison and perfidy to try to stop racism, A Sad Little Meow Meow gives no quarter instead of doing therapy, or the Thicc Pope tries to bring back her mom via human experimentation, depending on your tastes
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so funny to me that moriarty paints an enormous and exquisite oil portrait of joan from memory, has joan's other nemesis murdered for daring to intrude on her territory, and joan has the audacity to tell sherlock "the difference between you and me is she's not in love with me". girl, there is no heterosexual explanation for what is happening here.
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Thinking about one of those moments where Bakugou’s had to stay late at the agency because of someone else’s fuck up, and he’s in such a foul mood about it. Especially when he knows he could be at home with you in a nice, warm bed. The sidekick responsible already long gone, his team sending him home hours ago because they were worried he’d make things worse (he would’ve, Bakugou decides).
And he’s ready to say “fuck the paperwork,” when he hears his door click open, his deep frown immediately softening when he notices you step inside his office. Clad in an oversized coat as you give him a sultry smile, vibrant red lips glistening under the harsh light in his office. The huge window shows cases the perfect view of the city, buildings glow in the darkness of night but all Bakugou can look at is you.
But then your hands move to unfasten the coat, letting it fall open to reveal the pretty intricate lingerie you were wearing under it. Bakugou can already feel his cock throbbing beneath his slacks, did you get public transport here? The thought of you dressed like that surrounded by dozens of people commuting through the city has his adam’s apple bobbing and his heart clenching.
Either way, he can’t take his eyes off you. Paperwork long forgotten as he steps around his desk to get a closer look, rough hands immediately disappearing beneath the coat to trace against the delicate lace.
“You just walk into any old Pro-Hero’s office dressed like this so late, sweetheart?” His hand gropes the fat of your ass as he swallows the groan that rumbles deep and guttural in his chest, “Or am I just lucky?”
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domestic cross guild, where mornings start off with a sleepy Buggy floating to the kitchen, eyes semi-closed. Mihawk at the kitchen island with two ready-made coffee mugs in front of him, silently sipping from his own while he passes one of the mugs to Buggy who wordlessly accepts and sits down across from him. Crocodile is soon trailing after him, also accepting the offered mug from Mihawk. no words are exchanged. Crocodile sets to making breakfast while Mihawk and Buggy move to sit at the table to give him more space. eyes still heavy with sleep, Buggy drapes himself on the table, trying to get a few more minutes of shut-eye. the sounds of Mihawk turning the pages of the newspaper and Crocodile humming as he cooks is a soothing lullaby to Buggy's ears by now. he has never had peaceful mornings like this before.
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