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explodcor · 1 month
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Katsuki Bakugou's B-Day Event 2024
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"Well, shit! Guess it's that time of year again!" Katsuki exclaimed with a smug grin. "I hope you extras brought me something good this time!"
OOC: Feel free to send my muse birthday presents and messages! I'll start replying to them later in the evening!
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furiwokaaan · 1 year
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Happy birthday Megumi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A big big gift for best boy from Gojo :)
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intotheelliwoods · 8 months
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-> -> Thanks for the 4K all! <- <-
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milkbreadtoast · 3 months
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I can finally post the pieces I did for Jung Yeseo's birthday cafe event in Korea!!! I'm so grateful to the organizers for having me... this was really fun to be a part of🥹🤎💕
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u can see photos from the cafe here!!
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deeva-arud · 4 months
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Ohh Playful Land Deeva save me
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qwakque · 9 months
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THE VAS’ OUTFITS,,,
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MOST OF THE OUTFITS FIT THEIR CHARACTERS SO WELL GOING CRAAZY OVER THEM MIGHT DRAW SOME MORE???
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iirokagi · 10 months
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happy birthday an! my daughter 🥹
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rookieloveskashi · 8 months
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As Close As Possible
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Hatake Kakashi x fem!reader - minors DNI
a/n: written for the sex me up event hosted by @true-form-hoe! today we explore the rocking horse (image for reference) | words: 1.2k | warnings: smut (obvs), established relationship, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie. so happy i got this position because it was meant for a needy, touch-starved kakashi and i will always run right to him. 💕
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With Kakashi Hatake, a simple display of intimacy never stayed simple.
When you saw him in bed, lying on his back with his eyes closed after a tiring training session, climbing into his lap was second nature. You leaned down to kiss him, but he was one step ahead of you, already smiling back and leaning up to meet your giggling mouth.
Kakashi’s hands instinctively landed on your butt as he got into an upright position. Your fingers trailed upward into his hair for a better grip while his lips glided smoothly over yours. Soft sighs exchanged between the two of you as your chest pressed closer to him. He pulled you closer still, pressing your center against the growing bulge between his legs. The feeling sent a flame of desire through you that melted your brain and had you blushing like a virgin.
“Well, you’re not wasting any time,” you smiled.
He returned your cheeky look while expertly removing your clothes. “I can slow down if you want me to,” he answered. You quickly shook your head, and he rewarded you by lifting you by your butt with one hand and removing your panties with the other. “That’s my girl.”
You took the opportunity to reach down and tug on his waistband. Kakashi lifted his hips and allowed you to pull his boxers down with his pants. His dick landed with a smack against his lower stomach. Saliva pooled in your mouth at the sight of him, already hard enough to make each vein stand out prominently against the pale smooth skin.
“Come back here,” he requested in a low voice. You flicked your eyes up to meet his. He kept his Sharingan closed, but his one dark eye held enough love and desire for your body to instantly comply. All of your weight shifted forward into him at once. Your mouth surrendered to his mouth, your chest collapsed against his chest, and your center rubbed along his shaft.
Kakashi moaned against your lips, running his hands all along your body like he couldn’t decide where he most wanted to touch you. Suddenly, he slipped his arms under your thighs, tugging you forward. Your feet slid out from under you, leaving you balanced awkwardly on your tailbone.
Thinking he wanted you to lie on your back, you rolled your shoulders back to let gravity take over. Instead, Kakashi easily held you in place. You put your hands flat behind you for stability and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Where are you going?” he asked quietly. You didn’t have a chance to answer before he hiked your legs higher, the backs of your knees settled over his bent elbows. His fingers curled around your waist, callused fingers pulling you an inch closer. “I want you here.”
Kakashi rolled his hips forward as he pulled you in another inch, rubbing your wet folds over his now twitching cock. You sighed out his name and looked down between your bodies. He angled himself to bump the head of his dick into your clit as he continued to rock his hips and maneuver you to meet his movements.
One of his hands traveled just a little higher along your back to pull your body flush against his. “I want you as close as possible.”
Using the leverage of your hands flat against the bed, you lifted yourself just enough to line your entrance up with the next roll of his hips. The head pushed inside of you and you let yourself come back down, taking half the length of his cock inside you. Kakashi let out a pleased sigh and put his hands back on your waist to resume guiding you. He leaned forward to keep kissing you as he slowly worked the remaining inches of his cock inside of your warm body.
Back and forth and back and forth, Kakashi set a rhythm timed perfectly with your moans and whimpers. When he was finally seated fully inside you, he moved with slightly sharper adjustments, sliding his tongue into your mouth and muffling your sounds of pleasure. Behind you, your fingers collected the sheets in a white-knuckled grip. One rock of his hips had the head of his cock knocking into the soft, spongy place behind your clit, and Kakashi let out a grunt as he aimed all his thrusts at that sweet spot.
You hooked your ankles together behind Kakashi’s back to hold him flush against you. His pubic bone bumped into your swollen clit over and over and over. The curve of his cock slid along your silky walls and lit up every sensitive nerve inside your body while his mouth continued to dominate yours. It was almost overwhelming, the way he filled you perfectly and played your body like an instrument. There wasn’t a single bit of you that he wasn’t commanding, and all you needed to do—all you could do—was keep kissing him and rocking into him for as long as he wanted.
Arousal leaked from between your legs, coating his lap and dripping down to his balls. A sweet ache spread through your muscles like liquid heat. Your thighs were beginning to feel tired, but Kakashi’s control made up for it. Your body washed over his like a wave; faster and faster as you felt your orgasm tightening below your navel. Kakashi was getting close too, his hold on you tightening as he shifted with single-minded purpose.
Erratic sounds slipped between your mouths, pleas and praises blending into a melody of euphoria.  “K-kashi, I…” You knew you weren't going to last, and as you tried to warn him, Kakashi only leaned back and locked both of his eyes with yours, huffing out heavy breaths.
“I know baby, me too. Cum for me. Please cum for me.”
You never could deny him anything.
Your head fell back as you came, nearly chanting his name and riding the wave of pleasure that was strong enough to make you forget about the fatigue in your thighs and the soreness of your wrists. It was perfect. You didn’t think a feeling could possibly be any more perfect, until Kakashi wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you close as he tipped over the edge seconds behind you.
You felt every pulse at the base of his cock as he came, sending goosebumps racing along your sweaty limbs. His hips lazily kept moving in a slower imitation of their earlier rhythm. Kakashi tucked his face into your collarbone and groaned, vibrating your chest with the indulgent sound.
Heat spread inside you with each pulse of his dick. After the fifth and final burst, Kakashi let out a deep exhale and collapsed backward onto the bed. Your legs slid from his grip, sore muscles returning to their more natural configuration. This time, gravity did succeed in pulling you down, but whether the force was natural gravity or your body’s instinctual desire to follow Kakashi, you couldn’t say.
He put his hands back on your waist and lifted you so that he could slide his cock out. Warm white liquid dripped down your thighs, making you shiver. When he settled you back down, you kissed his throat and brushed his sweaty hair from his face. Post-orgasm hormones flooded your brain, strengthening your impulse to keep him as close as possible.
He was yours, and you were his.
And so it should have come as no surprise when you spoke at the same time, saying the same thing.
“I love you.”
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scintilans · 1 year
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happy birthday asmo!! 💖💘💝
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theroyalsandi · 8 months
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The Princess of Orange wore Queen Emma's Sapphire Necklace Tiara for the gala dinner celebrating Prince Christian of Denmark's 18th birthday at Christianborg Palace | October 15, 2023
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explodcor · 1 year
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Bakugou Katsuki B-Day Event
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“It’s my birthday soon, fuckers! If you’re gonna get me anything, it better be good!” 
OOC: Please feel free to send the explody boy presents or wish him a happy birthday! I’ll reply to things as soon as I can! 
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taomubiji · 2 months
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Official art by NPSS' merch store for Liu Sang's birthday on April 15 (x)
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hearts4hughes · 1 year
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can you write something with a protective/jealous jack 😁 like readers wearing the other teams jersey or sum
congrats on 500 !!
nora’s 500 celly !!
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jack’s jaw clenched, jealousy running through his veins as he saw you make your way to your seat in the arena, sporting a braden schneider jersey.
before the game tonight, you and jack had gotten into a small argument. it was barely even an argument, more of a disagreement. however, he stormed out of the house to go to the game, leaving you upset and dissatisfied.
wanting to get back at him, you dug through your closet, pulling out a very old rangers jersey. it had been a joke birthday gift from quinn after you made a comment on how attractive #4 on the rangers was. jack, of course, didn’t one bit like the gift. it made him go insane just thinking about his girlfriend wearing any other name than his own, and you were using that against him tonight.
you didn’t have to turn around to know jack was staring at you. you could practically feel his eyes burning holes in the back of your head, but you played oblivious.
as you sat in your seat, you looked down to the ice, locking your gaze with his. his eyes were dark with rage, jaw tightened, and body tensed.
he mouthed, take that off, but you feigned innocence, shrugging your shoulders and putting a confused look on your face. the fire burning inside of him inflames more.
the game goes anything but smoothly. jack scored three goals- aka a hat trick- but also suffered a lot of the game in the penalty box. he normally plays aggressive against the rival team, but you wearing another players jersey really put the icing on the cake.
he stormed out of the locker room, ignoring the praise from the other wags and fans. the second he laid his eyes on you wearing those hideous colors, his scowl grew deeper.
he stomped over to you, pressing his lips against yours in an angered filled kiss. “what are you wearing?” he pulled away questioning.
“what do you mean? i’m wearing my favorite player’s jersey, duh.” you smirked, continuing to play along with your act. “it was a tough loss for us tonight, but they’ll bounce back.” you referred to the rangers as ‘us’ causing him to swallow harshly.
“let’s go.” he commands, lacing his fingers with yours, and pulling you to his car.
even when mad at you, he still opens the passenger door for you. heat rushes to your cheeks as he helps you into the car. soon after, he slides into the drivers seat.
“take that off, now.” his words are stern. you can hear the jealousy dripping from his voice.
the smug expression on your face indicated that you weren’t going to just yet. “why, jacky?” you questioned. your voice was sultry, an obvious attempt to turn jack on.
“fuck, y/n, just do it.”
your face lit up in displeasure. “there’s nothing under this besides my bra.” without another word, jack was taking the sweatshirt from his body and handing it to you, leaving him in a t-shirt.
you looked down at the devils’ sweatshirt in slight defeat. you knew he wasn’t going to stop until you took off and burned that jersey.
swiftly, you slipped the jersey off, leaving you in just a small bralette. jack’s mouth hung agape and his throat ran dry, but the view was short lived after you shuffled into his oversized sweatshirt.
“happy?” you grinned, leaving forward to pressed a kiss on his lips. he smiled into the kiss, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders as you were now in his clothes.
“definitely.” he said, “you’re mine, and only mine. not braden schneider’s.” he rolled his eyes at the name.
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nnnneeev · 2 months
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... maybe i should start making a collection of solomon saying stuff like this
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miraculous-showtime · 3 months
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sukunasun · 1 year
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i always thought of dilf geto suguru loving skin-to-skin contact with his newborn baby😔❤ with the twins by mama's bedside as she rests from the birth days ago while suguru, shirtless, sits at a chair nearby, lovingly cradling his baby, who only has a diaper and a cap, in his chest looking at his family with so much love in his eyes
dilf nanamin too....skin-to-skin contact with his baby in the nursery as mama rests in their room hhhhhh why arent they real :*(
"we're not having a baby," you tell him time and time again. and geto just chuckles then, getting lost in the smell of your shampoo, in the lingering perfume by the nape of your neck, arms encircling your waist, and just...accepting it as fact. he's content with this. he's already got two beautiful girls who call him by the name papa, so why should he want more. he doesn't. he's sure of it.
then he'd pull back, looking to where his forearm rests against your middle, bringing his palm down to your lower belly and kinda...feeling the space there. wishing and wishing, that tug in his chest calling out to him, urging him, "what if..." he whispers, words caught in his throat, unable to say the rest of that sentence for fear of what might come next. your reaction, your rejection...would be too hard to bear.
and you know what exactly it is because you've seen the way he lingers just a little bit longer inside you every time he finishes, eyes staring at what's not there. lost in a daze, in his own world imagining his release taking root with hands splayed across your womb. for a second picturing you full with his child, glowing and resting under warm blankets, burrowing in soft pillows, waddling around your kitchen in the middle of the night hoping to satisfy a craving. he'll stop at nothing to deliver, not even if he has to make a drive out or if he needs to pay extra for same-day shipping.
you'd smell so good, feel so soft...my wife, my wife, my wife—is pregnant. she's carrying my child. he won't stop saying it, he wants it so much... and he knows you've talked about it, you don't need to have a baby now, had agreed that your parenting days are yet to be over anyway. of course, you'd want a little baby made up of the two of you, but the thought of going through a pregnancy is a lot. or at least, just for now. "its for the best," you tell him while on your tip toes, leaning in to kiss the pout off his face, "besides, we could still make babies, isn't that the fun part?" so he'll swallow it down. you'll seduce him, and the both of you will forget about it for the time being.
but his want only grows stronger. you'd see it on his face, in the way he looks at the pamphlets at the nursery when he drops the girls off, at the squirming little bundles in incubators and carriers, newborns swaddled in pink and blue, he stares at strollers by a display window and when they cross him by on the street, his fingers caressing the wool straps of a onesie at a store as he sighs fondly. "how cute..." he mutters, in awe of the detail and the craftsmanship at work, olive greens and navy blues with the cutest embroidered stitches of flowers and woodland creatures, "this would keep him warm...a warm portable boy..." he chuckles to himself, doesn't even realize the things he says, or that he says it aloud, but your heart clenches at the thought...would it be so bad to give him another.
and maybe you should have seen it coming, but the two of you weren’t the most particular when it came to protection, and by the time winter arrives, your belly swells and so do your ankles. “this kid doesn’t move or make a sound, i think he’s only kicked once the past six months,” geto says from behind you, his hands feeling over your bump. and you sigh, leaning back into his hold, about to nod off into slumber when he feels so warm, so comfy, relieved when he takes some of the weight off in his arms, lifting your belly up and keeping it there.
“you’re just looking out for mama aren’t you?” you coo, hand over geto’s and at that very second, your baby kicks and you both feel it in your palms. “im thinking he’s a mama’s boy," he laughs, can’t stop caressing where his baby’s foot had been. grinning wide, you admit to him something you already know, “you're gonna be his favourite...i feel him responding to your voice more, and he'll be just like you…i bet you’d been a quiet baby yourself…”  
he's not geto when he holds his baby for the first time. special grade curse user or villain extraordinaire, but suguru...just suguru holding a baby in his arms while he gingerly feels the fine hairs, fixing the little cap atop their head, watching as a tiny fist wraps around his one index finger. oh, his heartbeat pounds when they gurgle and fidget, pulse jumping with sudden fear, before he calms again, smiling, cooing at them, a steady lup-dup, lup-dup beats through the cotton, soft and constant against his palm, trailing up his fingers, and down his spine. a life he holds onto. a life he's made.
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