I Want To Play With Her Hair While Her Tongue Plays With My Tip

Shouto: I’m in deep shit, Midoriya.

Deku: What happened?

Shouto: So when I’m at work, I talk shit about All Might to my dad.

Deku: You should really stop.

Shouto: And when I’m at school, I talk shit about my dad to All Might.

Deku: Oh.

Shouto: And when I’m at my mom’s, I talk shit about both of them.

Deku: Your personality is shockingly toxic, Todoroki.

Shouto: HOW THE FUCK WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT ALL THREE OF THEM TALK TO EACH OTHER?

Deku: So what’s gonna happen?

Shouto: I’m going to therapy, and if I fight the therapist again, Dad will kick me out of the agency and take away my allowance.

Deku: What do you mean fight the therapist AGAIN?

Shouto: Shut up, Midoriya! I had my reasons!

Deku: Boy, you really need help.

Bakugou: 🍿😎

Imagine:

Being part of The Croods and Guy liking you.

Guy is honestly one of the cutest animated guys ever. How could I not make an imagine about him?

(Y/N) juggled the shell that Guy gave him with some rocks. He heard someone sneaking up behind him.

"Don't." He heard someone breath out.

"Wow. You're really good." Guy chuckled, getting into pace with him.

"Thanks." He replied, letting the rocks drop. Guy glanced at Belt.

"How'd you learn to juggle?"

"Juggle?"

"Yeah. It's what you were doing. Tossing things." Guy explained hurriedly. (Y/N) hummed, giving him the shell back.

"Keep it. You seem to like it." Guy smiled. (Y/N) glanced at him.

"You're cute, you know. Eep called you a boar." (Y/N) told him, smiling at the memory.

"Yeah, she was really scary." Guy mumbled.

"I'm guessing as the oldest you're the most laidback?" Guy looked at him. (Y/N) shrugged.

"I'm not like Thunk who's scared of everything or Eep who's curious.. Sandy is a wild animal." (Y/N) chuckled.

"I guess I'm laidback."

"I like it. It's cute like you." Guy said, nervously.

"Was that a.. 'joke'?" (Y/N) asked. Guy shook his head.

"A compliment."

"What's that?" (Y/N) tilted his head.

"When you say something nice.. About someone. I was trying to flirt with you but..." Guy sighed.

"Flirt? What's that?" Guy squeaked as Eep poked her head between them.

"It's um... When you like someone so you try to uh, get them to like you back." Guy's voice got higher towards the end of his sentence. Eep blinked and stepped away. (Y/N) chuckled.

"I like you too, Guy."

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plagued with thoughts of giving suguru head for the first time. laying between his legs or being on your knees while he sits back with a soft smile on his face as he caresses your cheek. him asking if you’re okay, if you you’re sure about it. playfully asking him not to tease you though you know he wouldn’t, at least not now. telling him you’re nervous because it’s been a while as a smile pushed your cheeks up.

“what if you don’t like it? what if it’s bad?” you said.

suguru grinned a little more. “then i’ll have to teach you,” he said, even though he knew this was far from your first time sucking dick.

you nuzzled into him shyly as he watched your expression drop and your eyelids flutter. they went blank, all warm and hazy with his scent in your nose. a new yet familiar look colored your face.

“you’re not nervous. you just want to be good, don’t you, baby?” suguru said gently.

heat filled your cheeks. your stomach fluttered.

you nodded and chanced a look at his eyes, a hand stroking his dick through his sweats. he lifted your chin.

“say it.” his voice was firmer than before, brows slightly pulled in, but his eyes were kind.

“i wanna be good, suguru. wanna be your good girl.”

“go on,” he replied. “you can do it.”

he watched as you untied the waistband and pulled his sweats down. the monster he had between his legs was barely contained by his boxer briefs. his cock flopped up onto his stomach with a quiet thud, the tip red and leaking onto dark, soft hair just above his belly button. you let out a sigh at the sight; a shiver slipped down your neck as thoughts of him raced through your head. your eyes met his through pretty lashes between chaste kisses along his length.

he ran a hand over your head. “it’s okay. show me what you want.”

you licked a long stripe on his cock from base to tip with the flat of your tongue and spat into your hand before giving it a few strokes. you swirled your tongue around the tip and took him in your mouth, jaw wide to accommodate his thickness. shyness quickly melted away into need as you sucked and stroked, a groan on his lips that made you whimper.

suguru’s grin returned, playful this time. fuck, he loved being right. “that’s it, angel. don’t stop. you’re such a good girl for me. my good girl.”

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gojo was talking about his day while you chopped stuff for dinner and smacking his hand whenever he tried to taste something, he said he would help you cook but as a good gold retriever he just stand by you watching and babbling.

megumi entered the kitchen, right after he left the shower, hair wet and sticking to his forehead.

the sight made your heart give one strong beat and stop.

that was man that almost took your life and satoru’s all those years ago. the man who shot a little girl. the man who made your best friend abandon everything you knew.

“gross” megumi murmurs and leaves the kitchen.

you didn’t realize what happened until he spoke. satoru was behind you, arms strongly tightened around your figure.

from megumi’s point of view it seemed he was hugging you.

what he couldn’t see was satoru’s tight grip on your hand that held the knife you were using for food with a new, darker, intention.

“easy” he whispered, helping you put the weapon down. when you came back to your senses you gasped and dropped the knife that fell loudly on the sink.

“fuck— satoru, i don’t know what came over me” you hugged yourself, feeling the scar on your chest throb.

your husband softened his grip, now properly hugging you, “do you think he noticed?” you could feel him slightly shaking.

“no, i covered you” you turned to hug him back, kissing the small scar on his forehead, “someday we’re gonna have to—“

“i know” you cut before he could say the inevitable, the scene that haunts you in your dreams, “just not now. we are happy now” his eyes were dark, unlike the crystal blue you always saw.

you kissed his cheek and hugged him tightly. you knew the truth weighted on satoru’s shoulder even more than yours.

“yeah… we’re happy… now” he mumbled on your neck, repeating what you said like a mantra.

why are yall not talking about the information yall don’t know? yall fake

( source )

It's not possible for a good person to have 100 billion dollars.

In order to have 100 billion dollars, one would have to have previously had 99 billion.

And someone with 99 billion dollars already has orders of magnitude more than they could ever use in a lifetime.

Past a certain point, the only thing money can give someone is power. And in order for someone who's already past that point to get wealthier, they'd have to already have power and try to get more.

It's not possible to be a good person and do that. It doesn't matter if it's from "hard work". If you already have more than you can possibly use, it's unethical to try to get more. It's actually worse for it to be from "hard work". If "hard work" is what made someone that rich, that means they actively put effort into exploiting others for power. If it's easier to help others and you choose to jump through hoops in order to calculate how to be selfish anyway, then you don't have a good bone in your body.

I'm going to make you gag on my fingers while you hump my boot. You'll be so pathetic, looking up at me with drool on your face and tears in your eyes--my sweet ruined angel.

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