Me Becoming Immediate Best Friends With The People Who Kudos And Comment

"I wanna steal" Fred the horse from Over The Garden Wall, "he's got poo brain" Jake from Adventure Time, "nobody told me" The Monarch from Venture Brothers, "you had your chance at the cotillion you" Gruncle Stan from Gravity Falls

i love hearing what lines from film/tv people quote with their family all the time because they’re always niche and forgettable to everyone but that specific family

An Unexpected Guest

My first request, fulfilled! Thanks for trusting me with this smut drabble 💚 I hope this is what you were looking for!

WC: 1,220

Blood play, slight hand kink, explicit smut, rough sex, MDNI, Kick-Ass, Dave Lizewski

You’ve sat so long that the bathwater has become tepid, shivering as you towel off. It’s freezing out. Snow is falling in swaths, a chill pricking your skin in spite of the space heater at your feet. This is the fourth night in a row you’ve sat pretty at the edge of your bed, applying lotion to your legs in long, silky strokes in front of your window. Although your apartment sits nestled at a thick line of trees, you’ve had this feeling, this inexplicable thought in the back of your mind that someone is watching you. For this reason, you’ve left the window cracked some tonight. You told yourself it’s just to let some fresh air in. But with the bite in the air, you know the truth.

This is an invitation. 

You let your hair down to dry, exposing yourself fully from beneath your towel, the dim light of a lamp casting shadows across your form. Something moves outside. Tension tugs at your chest. 

“I know you’re out there,” your voice calls out into the room. 

You think for a moment that you’ve imagined it. That you’re simply hoping that someone is there to save you from this painfully dry spell you’ve been experiencing. Until a green-clad hand, tentative and slow, reaches to push your window fully open from out in the dark. Your heart pounds in your chest, pulsing through your extremities. 

A grin overtakes your face as a man steps through, “You’re that hero I keep hearing about,”

Dave nervously wipes the blood from his hands onto his pants, unsure of what to do now that he’s taken the leap and revealed himself to you. It wasn’t supposed to get this out of hand. He was patrolling the area a few nights prior, much as he usually does, when you just so happened to catch his eye. You’d left your curtains open as you dried off from your bath. He was transfixed from the very second he saw you. The way you glowed in the half-light of your room, body glistening, how that toy you pulled from your drawer slipped between your legs. He was pretty sure that watching you like this made him some sort of pervert, but with the way you locked your eyes onto where he was hidden in the trees, he thought that maybe you were hoping he was there. After three more nights of the same routine, he was proven right. 

“The way you say it makes me sound famous or something,” his voice holds a shaky chuckle, some cute little warble that has you ready to devour him. 

“So what are you doing watching me? Didn’t wanna come say hello?”

He gulps audibly, clenches his hands into fists, “I, uh.. I was just patrolling this area,” he clears his throat, “I wasn’t planning on coming in,”

Your gaze travels his body, at the blood that mars his suit, soaked into the material and still dripping from his fingertips. 

“Looks like you’ve had an eventful night,” you purr, “Need some stress relief?”

There’s no way this is actually happening to him. 

Things like this don’t happen to him. 

Girls like you don’t talk to him.

He nods, and you spread your legs, open yourself up with a hither of your finger. Without so much as a second thought, he stumbles to your bed, already throbbing through his suit. He drags his palms up your legs, blood spreading like the red-hot heat that stirs within him, primal and raw, arousal coursing through his veins. Unsheathing himself from his clothing, his length springs free. Fuck, he’s big. You wonder for a second if he’s even going to fit.

“I just.. You meant have sex, right?” His cock jumps when you nod your head, tilting your pelvis to receive him. 

He curses under his breath, slips himself inside of the scorching wetness of your cunt. The air is knocked from his lungs as he adjusts to how tight you are, the way you’re squeezing him, how your brows tilt in rapture at the feeling of being so full. He trembles atop you, and you guide his still-bloody hand to the hardened peak at your center, encouraging him to work you there. With a stuttered inhale and sloppy, untimed thrusts, he rubs your clit in circles, his voice climbing as you become a vice-like grip around his cock. 

“Oh, f-fuck, that feels good,” he groans, crooning and broken from his chest. 

“Give it to me,” you rasp, “C’mon, be more rough with me,”

He captures his lower lip between his teeth, marvels at how his dick returns to him slicker than before, your arousal coating him down to the hilt. Dave thrusts into you harder, delves into you with deep, long strokes, the tip of his cock nudging against the ledge within you. He isn’t sure how much more he can take before he comes undone, but he obliges you nonetheless, wraps your pretty throat in his strong, deft hand and gives you a firm squeeze. 

“Just like that! Ahh—fuck!” You moan, something long and drawn out that scoops from your chest to your head, your pupils blown-out and legs shaking.

“You like it when I fuck you?” He grits through his teeth, “Hmm? You gonna cum on my cock for me?”

He pushes his thumb into your mouth, and you suck it, laving your tongue across the pad and relishing in the metallic tang which lingers there, humming in agreement. It’s all so fucking filthy, and you want more. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he feels you unravel, the gush of your orgasm slicking down his cock. You rock against him, his index finger pressing into your clit to draw out every last bit of pleasure from this pliant little pussy of yours. 

Your hero leans in closer to you, “I’ve cum in my hand so many times thinking of you doing this,” he pants into your ear, “God, you’re so much hotter up close when you get off,”

Head full of cotton and all other thoughts thoroughly fucked out of you, your legs wrap around his waist, caging him in.

“Cum in my pussy,” you mewl, still twitching around him.

His hands grope at your breasts, your hips, your ass, taking greedy grasps of you as if you’ll soon disappear. 

He bucks into you ruthlessly, his face buried into the crook of your neck as he attempts to stifle the needy whines and whimpers that you pull from his throat so effortlessly.

“Nngh, you feel so good. Feels so fucking good, I-I’m gonna.. I'm cumming,” The lilt at the end of his sentence has you clenching him further, milking his cock until rivets of thick, hot release splatter into your walls. 

You’re both gasping, euphoria rippling through your bodies, the pulsing of his cock and the messy, ruined noises he’s making are causing you to see colors flash behind your eyelids. You tremble there below him, quivering with a second climax you hadn’t expected to transpire just from feeling his cum pour into your cunt. 

“Hope you’ve got as much stamina as I do,” he nips at your neck, already hardening once more, “‘Cause I’m not done with you yet,”

simply the fact that different body types for women go in and out of style throughout the decades should be enough to tell you that women’s bodies are considered consumable goods under capitalism

For simps that love the loser version of shigaraki!

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Me looking at myself in the mirror and seeing all the shit that still needs to come off of my face at the end of the night

So I'm at this weird medium height. Like short to tall people and tall to short people. I used to hate it but now I'm kind of thinking... maybe there's an advantage here? Like, I am more than likely either taller or shorter than someone. Which means there's always going to be an opportunity for a height differential 😤

And full transparency, I don't care whether you're 5'3 and 130lbs soaking wet or 6'2 and 350lbs on a light day, I will find a way to toss you around like a ragdoll (if you are an anime man of course).

Just rambling I guess.

Aizawa

Took a few days but I finished this! A study/heavily inspired by @/kuroshiro on Twitter/X. Hope you all enjoy!

Seeing Elon Musk talk about Tesla