#meow drabbles!

[meowzilla93]

okies!

so we spoke about her love language earlier in the week! something very particular about August, she does have one little thing she does to show her affection to those around her

booping you

cheek, chin, ribs, arm, forehead, anywhere she can reach to basically poke you, thats he oddly showing her affection!

Baxter is the only one she bops on the nose! to her, its such a twee and precious nose and she simply cannot help herself!!

(feat commissions from @minthe-drawings of August penchant to 'boop!' Baxter in step 3 and 4!)

Step 3 Babies!! (Baxter is so endeared by it because he has never experience this before!!)

Step 4 Darlings!! (August likes to be cheeky, and has conditioned Baxter to expect a kiss when she boops him, and here he is gonna get what he is promised!)

URGH seeing them side by side is the cutest thing ever and seeing how they change but their love is precious and sweet and and

i love them so much your honour!

[suksatoru]

ryomen sukuna has (oddly) attractive teeth.

his canines specifically are teasingly sharp things. they graze over your skin and leave red marks in their wake whenever he kisses you, and when they sink into the juicer fruits sukuna choses to indulge in every now and then during dinner time—they leave rivers of nectar dripping down his chin, just begging to be cleaned up.

that is the explanation you give sukuna when he asks you why you licked him.

"say ah."

sukuna's growl is cut off when your fingers push past his mouth, cradling his jaw and prying it open before you gently push aside his upper lip to reveal the top two devils residing inside.

they seem to wink at you in the light, pearly white and just as sharp as you'd predicted—sukuna watches you through narrowed eyes as your finger gently traces the outline of his canines—the sharpest two teeth of them all.

"beautiful—just beautiful. are you sure you're not a vampire, suks?"

a mere second later, his jaw snaps shut—and you pull away with just barely a millisecond saving your fingers from being chomped clean off. and sukuna thinks that might finally shut you up about his teeth, but you're so crazy you find the audacity to laugh with a sadistic kind of glee that (he'll never admit) is freaking him out.

"you are a feral animal, woman. who the fuck is attracted to teeth? my body is one of a god, i could crush you with just the muscle in my arm, and what are you doing—using it as leverage to balance yourself, like it's some sort of stepping stool—to get a closer look into my mouth."

"mhm!"

your smile is charming enough that he can't help but grumble under his breath as you sigh dreamily, draping your head over the curve between his shoulder and neck

"have you ever bitten your tongue by accident, suks? i mean, you do talk an awful lot. i wouldn't be surprised if—"

sukuna seems determined to remind you that there are other aspects of him far more worthy of your attention (like his strength, perhaps) as he grabs you in one fell swoop and tosses you over his shoulder like it was nothing.

"bed," he grumbles as he gently tosses you onto the crumped sheets and blankets a few feet away—you laugh again, and he's muttering all sorts of profanities under his breath as he blows out the candle resting on your bedside and gets into the spot beside you, laying his head onto the pillow with a sigh

"and if you don't go the fuck to sleep—i swear to god i will bite your head off with these teeth you're so obsessed with," sukuna mutters, tone heavy with exhaustion and slurred with something like amusement as he watches your eyes glitter with mischief

"don't threaten me with a good time," you grin, and he tugs you forward wordlessly, cocooning you in his hold as his arms wrap around your form before he lets out a quiet grunt

"you're insane, woman. and lucky i'm so madly in love with you."

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

sometimes when toji fucks you, it's just so overwhelming that you go quiet. no loud moans or whines – the only sounds that manage to slip from your bitten lips are shaky gasps and a few mewls here and there. it's just too fucking good.

he doesn't pressure you to make more noise either – he knows you feel good without having to tell him so. he can see it and he can feel it; he reads your body like a book, he caresses your sides and kisses your neck – he knows your language better than anything else in the world.

your heels dig into his back as you pull him closer, deeper, while your hands press against his hot skin. you're pulling and pushing him at the same time, it isn't enough and it's too fucking much at the same time. your eyes cross and you can't think about anything else other than him; he's so fucking heavy on top of you and it almost feels like he's going to suffocate you. you want him to.

his lips are glued to your jaw and his hot breath fans your already hot skin; your eyes roll back inside your own head as your back arches off the bed and into his hold. toji uses the moment to slip his hand under you to keep you flush against him and it's all so fucking much. your breath gets stuck in your throat when he rolls his hips with precision, successfully hitting your sensitive spot over and over again.

"breathe, baby, breathe."

his voice has never been softer, more caring, than it is now. he whispers the words into your skin, he carves them right into your pulse point before pressing a kiss in the exact same place. it's intimate, you feel his love. he waits for you to do it; he slows his hips just a tad and waits. rough fingers find your warm cheek as he tilts your face to his, your noses brush and lips touch - he's everywhere.

you take in a shaky breath and he kisses away the tears of pleasure that trickle from the corner of your eyes as a reward. toji grinds his hips into yours without ever pulling out even an inch and he smiles to himself when you let out a quiet broken mewl. it's a silent cry, a tell-tale sign that he's about to get to watch you unravel in his very arms.

he doesn't stop pressing messy kisses all over your face as he rolls his hips against yours; as you cry out in his hold, as you tremble and twitch, as you whisper his name like it's your own personal mantra. you try to crane your neck to escape his overbearing presence but he doesn't let you – he moves his head with you, his eyes glued to your blissed out face, your furrowed brows and your parted lips, as he pumps you full of his seed. you're all he needs. your pleasure is all he needs.

[fromdove]

YOU'VE WRECKED JASON TODD ! j.todd x reader

"God, you're stubborn. It's annoying as hell—and kind of turning me on."

— gn!reader

© fromdove— All rights reserved. Reposting, translation, or modification of these works is strictly prohibited, regardless of whether credit is given.

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"He is not a gentle man", your Jason likes to think. A feral thing dressed in leather and gunmetal, too used to being both the weapon and the wound.

And yet.

In the half-light of your room, with the curtains whispering against cracked windows, he forgets how to be anything but yours.

You touch him like you’re painting something back into existence—soft, reverent, slow. Fingers mapping the jagged topography of a body rebuilt by fire and fury. Lips pressing promises into old scars like lullabies meant only for him.

He trembles. Not from fear. From you.

Because you see him. Not the symbol. Not the shadow. Him. The boy who clawed out of a grave with rage in his ribs and your name etched in the space where his soul should’ve burned away.

He doesn’t speak when you cradle his face in your palms—language feels too heavy, too clumsy to carry what he feels for you. But his breath catches like worship, like prayer, like poetry that never made it to the page.

You’ve undone him.

With your quiet. With your stubborn care. With the way you look at him like he’s something holy, not haunted.

Now he can’t sleep unless your leg is tangled with his. Can’t exhale without the shape of you in his lungs. You are the rhythm beneath his chaos, the anchor he never knew he needed until he met you.

You’ve wrecked Jason Todd.

Utterly. Irrevocably.

And he would die a thousand more deaths if it meant finding you again in the after.

[fluffylino]

angry sex with mean!dom minho

things get heated when the two of yall decide to have a petty argument.

-contains mature themes (minho is mean but its all consensual...sir kink?!?!?)

minho's pissed.

you're pissed.

the atmosphere in the apartment is beyond unimaginable. you came back from university, in a bad mood. sometimes people merely existing made you angry.

you couldn't explain it but you weren't in a great mood at all, and you weren't in the mood to try and make yourself calm down.

minho comes home, half an hour later. quietly entering and slamming the front door behind him.

not even bothering to keep his keys on the glass table with more care. walking right past you to the bedroom.

he has that look on his face when he joins you in the kitchen. drinking the water you had poured for him absentmindedly.

"wash the glass, will you" you mutter, sighing in exasperation. you knew this would only make things worse.

"what?" and his tone gets laced with irritation.

"i had a bad day, okay and i'm not in a good mood" you say to him. leaning back on the fridge.

"yeah? you think i'm not having a fucked up day too?" he spits back, crossing his arms, ready for battle.

"i never said that. stop being so bitchy"

"fix your attitude." minho warns. looking down at his feet before rolling his eyes at your behaviour.

"stop rolling your eyes at me" pointing a finger at him in annoyance.

"don't point a finger at me"

raising an eyebrow at you with a challenging look in his eyes.

"why don't you just go pick a fight with chan or seungmin"

you seethe out, not wanting to argue. if the two of you got more time to calm your nerves this wouldn't have happened.

"pick a fight? what the fuck"

he mutters under his breath. and it makes your eyes burn with tears. now he's mad at you.

"what fucking attitude do i have. i'm sick of dealing with people"

you raise your voice, exhaling heavily.

"and you think i'm not? i just had dance practice for nearly six hours and they told me i needed to do better"

minho says through gritted teeth. running his fingers through his messy hair.

"maybe you do need to do better" you snark back. wanting to get on his nerves just for the hell of it.

"watch what you say."

he warns for the second time and you take it as a challenge.

"or what? you're going to give me a lecture on how to..."

bringing your hands up to gesture quotation marks

"...fix my attitude?"

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🐱

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"not gonna fight back huh." your mouth opens to curse at him. and he uses it as the opportunity to pull you back.

ramming himself deeper into you.

"fucking brat"

minho grits out, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your sides. grip strong enough to have him holding you up singlehandedly if he wanted to.

"took it too far. i'm a bitch?" his voice shakes when your arms give in. falling face down into the sheets. back arched and ass up. the position makes things more sensitive.

"answer me."

you can't. teething at the pillow while you fisted at the soft bedsheets beside you. trying to ground yourself.

the feeling of his length pushing in and out of you with slow hard thrusts. torturing himself just to torture you.

"answer." eyes widening at the way he lays a sharp slap over your cunt. all while pulling out all the way.

"me."

sliding past your swollen walls with a filthy squelch. his force strong enough to have your whole body jerk forward. gasping in ecstasy.

you shake your head. or atleast try to, eyes rolling back at the strength he uses to meanly shove your thighs even further apart.

till you're practically presenting to him.

"open that smart ass mouth and use your fucking words." his tone dropping. theres a heartbeat of silence as he gives you a few seconds to answer him.

"ah- m-minnie"

moaning embarassingly loud when he slides his hand down the curve of your back. tugging a fistful of your hair, forcing you up on your arms. till you're on your fours.

"minnie? its sir to you. you don't deserve to even call me minho."

scalp burning with a mix of pain and pleasure.

your mind buzzing when he also gets on his fours. body pressing into yours from above.

"who's a bitch now"

minho says in your ear. brushing his lips against your earlobe. it sends a wave of heat straight to your cunt. throbbing uncontrollably around his dick.

the position has you thinking of how pathetic you are. cursing him out, only to be fucked like a dog from behind.

"are you my needy little bitch" hooking his chin on your shoulder. his arms on either side of yours.

thick thighs framing your smaller ones. you feel small under him. small and weak.

"y-yes sir" whispering softly. chest burning with humiliation. he clicks his tongue. not satisfied.

"speak up, mutt."

"yes sir...m'your needy bitch"

fucking the sentence out of you, in a way that has you breathless. arms trembling as you struggle to hold yourself up.

"taking it like you're in heat."

slowing his thrusts to roll his hips into yours. hitting that spongey spot that has you keening for him.

"next time you act like a fucking brat, don't expect me to be this kind"

he warns, subtly rubbing at the redness on your sides from how hard he was gripping your waist.

you nod vigorously. quietly mumbling apologies.

"is my needy puppy gonna take me all the way in her tight wet cunt hm"

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"if i'm your bitch, you're my bitch" you whisper, lightly smacking him on the chest.

"i never said i wasn't a bitch" minho smirks, successfully teasing you.

"y'know i love you, right baby?" he mumbles, kissing your cheek lovingly.

"you're my cute little puppygirl or WAIT MY KITTY CAT!!!"

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tada!

[sageivyreads]

feral street kitty hybrid!reader who’s been slinking up the fire escape and sneaking into ghoap’s apartment for food.. but they know. 18+

introduction: omg hiii 😻 so i was totally gonna abandon the first post but i already have like 5 other things in the works bc the brain worms haven’t stopped soo.. don’t expect anything tho bc im not very consistent. if i make another part there will probably be smut. 1.1k words, basically just a long drabble i decided to proofread a bit to post

contains/warnings: reader is homeless and eats fish, established ghoap, no mention of size or appearance expect for ‘underfed’, reader only has ears and a tail. no smut

edit: masterlist here

Maybe they’ve known for a while, Ghost once saw you skitter away down the ladder after being woken from a nightmare. He complains about it to Soap, scolding him for forgetting to lock the window, but he’d been doing it on purpose ever since he saw you in the alley behind their apartment, digging through trash and underfed. Hoping.

He convinces his LT to leave it unlocked and says that they can spare a piece of bread now and then. That you look so lost and sad, that’s the least they can do. You haven’t even stolen anything more than a few bites of left out food, he insists.

But you grow more confident, napping on their couch for a few hours during the night to keep warm, washing your face in their sink, licking their leftover plates clean. They pretend not to notice. Ghost, who used to sit on the couch and watch television when he couldn’t sleep, has switched to the chair in his office so as not to spook you.

Until one day you fish through the laundry bin in the bathroom, looking for a pair of socks that no one would notice missing. You’ve never stolen anything more than a bite or two of food from them but it’s getting colder. People lose socks all the time.

Your head snaps towards the door when you hear it creak open, seeing a pale, shirtless man with mussed hair pause in the doorway when he sees you. He grunts. You scramble, only grabbing a single sock in your process of shoving past him and bolting towards the window.

You don’t notice the way his eyes drift down your body to take in the healthy weight gained. He sighs, shaking his head and not bothering to close the door as he makes towards the toilet.

You don’t come back for a week and a half. Soap got worried on the fifth night, realizing you hadn’t stepped through the window in days. Your dirty fingerprints had been cleaned off the window on the second day and they hadn’t come back since.

But eventually, you get hungry. With how cold it is at night, you’ve been forced to spend less and less time searching through trash lest you freeze. You think about it for a few days, and decide there’s no point in not going back if you’re going freeze to death out here anyway.

You slip through the kitchen window on the eleventh day, shivering at the temperature change. You head straight for the fridge where they keep their leftovers, your shaky hand holding it open as your eyes quickly scan for something small to eat.

“There’s fish in the freezer. F’you want some.”

You nearly jolt out of your skin, the fridge door snapping shut as you suddenly whip around to find the location of the voice. You can feel the fur your tail puff up in fear as your back presses the cool doors. It’s the same man you saw that night. This time, he’s wearing a mask. And not a medical one.

The mask is black and embroidered with white skull markings. Or, more like grey skull markings. There’s dark brown stains on the fabric where the white is. Maybe the black, too. You can’t tell. It kind of looks like dried blood. No, it’s definitely just dirt.

Your ears are pricked, chest silently heaving as you stay frozen, staring at him. How did you not see him? Or hear him?

He looks like he just got home despite the fact it’s the middle of the night. It’s early, maybe three, or four in the morning. He’s still got shoes on where he sits on the couch. He holds a clear glass full of a gold liquid propped on his knee. There’s a duffle bag by his feet.

You just stand there, stuck in time for what feels like a week as you watch him. The only time he moves is to bring the glass up to his lips, pushing his mask up to the bridge of his nose to take a long sip. He would’ve moved by now if he wanted to hurt you. Right?

You swallow thickly, slowly turning to open the freezer. You look over your shoulder every few seconds, but he’s just sitting there, watching. Your eyes land on three saran-wrapped plates in the freezer. Huh. Maybe they had a guest over.

Two plates have various vegetables and sauces, while one looks plain. Just fish and something green that looks like a tiny tree. You grab it, closing the freezer and glancing at him for the millionth time. Still stayed the same. You slowly sink to sit on the kitchen floor, tail curling around the side of your leg protectively.

You watch him as you peel the wrap off, as you eat. He stares back. You pinch a cold piece of meat between your fingers, slowly bringing it up to your lips. And it’s fucking good. You don’t waste much time with your next few bites, try the little tree thing too. It’s not great, but it’s not horrible. You start wrapping the dish up again when you’re interrupted.

“It’s all f’you. Eat it.”

You pause, your eyes flicking back up to him. Your ears twitch. For you? Sounds like a trap. You should have a pretty good radar for danger. I mean, you live on the streets. You can feel your heart beat a little faster, but it tells you to continue. You waste no more time, greedily finishing the rest of the dish almost concerningly fast.

He watches and only adds more whiskey to his cup when it empties. You stand when you’re done, quietly placing the dish in the sink and discarding the wrap in the trash. You flinch when he abruptly stands, stepping closer towards your exit. His hands reach towards the bottom hem of his black hoodie, pulling it over his head.

You stay and watch, for some reason. Then he tosses it towards you, over the kitchen counter separating the two rooms. You startle, twitching back when the fabric falls to your feet. You look between him and the hoodie briefly, before crouching down to grab it.

Your footsteps are light and tentative as you step back towards the window, still watching him. You quickly slip out, practically running down the fire escape stairs until you’re back in the streets. Back in your little box hidden in the trash, with a few blankets to keep warm.

You replace your thin zip-up with his hoodie. You push the fabric of the collar up towards your nose when you slip it on, inhaling deeply. It smells like man. Like sweat and something coppery. Like burning firewood and grill char. Like it would be so easy to just slip into his bed and sleep into the late hours of the morning.

You sleep easier that night, even if it’s on cardboard and tattered blankets. And if you’re already wet when you slip your fingers between your thighs, it’s no one’s business but your own.

notes: i figured out how to do the ‘read more’ thing!! sorry my first post didn’t have that. again, written and edited on my phone. ty for the love btw 🫶 im trying to stay humble bc this is lowkey boosting my ego. tumblr tips appreciated.

tags??: @other-fandoms-reblogs hi 🙈 this is not related to my first post but i thought i would tag u anyway! if i ever post the other part in the works to my first post ill also tag u in that.

[leopar6eyes]

sebastian stan in vanity fair magazine!

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[spaceycat]

ɴᴏᴡ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢ ... 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚎, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎 ★彡

♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: touch it by ariana grande (4:20) //✮⋆ ˚.ᐟ " cause every time i'm with you. i go into a zone, and i remember other places you wanna go. " 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

✰ pairing: sub!bob reynolds x fem!reader

bob is constantly touching you, like if he wasn't you'd simply disappear from reality. especially after you went on missions, since he isn't aloud on any - and he gets so pent up when you're gone.

when you come home, he's on you in an instant - pulling you away from the rest of the team with a gentle hand gripping onto yours. he just mainly wants to be used, by you. majority of the time, you agree. but right now?

you wanted him to see just how special he was.

you were laying down on your bed beside bob after you had your shower. running your hand through his soft, brown curls - his eyes fluttered as he leaned into your touch. you looked over him, trying to commit all of him to your memory, the small golden spark in his eyes that you could see if you looked close enough, the slope of his nose, the way his adam's apple bobs as he looks at you.

the atmosphere was soft, comforting in the late of night. something you desperately needed after the entire teams bickering about what went wrong on the mission. bob offered you that, even if the both were far from softness - his hands rough and calloused as he places a hand to your waist.

he muttered something under his breath saying that he missed you, missed your presence in the large tower - the shadows confronting, of what lies beneath the surface of your boyfriend's thoughts.

you wanted to divert those thoughts, show that he was capable of good and pleasure, the same pleasure he gave you. you moved to rest on your elbow, pushing bob onto his back - a gasp leaving his lips. "what are you-- what are you doing?" he adjusted himself in this new position, watching your hand slip under his sweatpants - wrapping around his soft cock. a whimper immediately extracting from him as his head tilted back, colliding with the soft silken pillows.

"wanna show you how much i care about you, robby." you placed a quick kiss to his jaw, "the care you deserve." you pumped his cock steadily, feeling the beads of pre-cum already leaking down from the tip as he easily hardened in your hand from your touch and from your soft words.

"you-- mph.. you don't need to do that." he couldn't help but buck into your warm hand, it was involuntary - yet contradicting to his previous words. encouraging you on more.

you peppered kisses all over his face, to the small freckles that littered his face, his jawline, the tip of his nose, finally kissing his lips - bob couldn't help but lean up into your kiss wanting more, wanting everything. you felt his tongue licking at your lips, you eagerly opened your mouth in reciprocation. the kisses were heated and open-mouthed, a bit of spit dripping out of the corner of bob's mouth as his teeth and tongue clashed against yours - your hand slipping out of his sweatpants, the loss of contact making him whimper against your lips once more.

you pulled back to catch your breath for a moment, your mind took note of how bob chased your lips, his own spit-soaked and kissed red. you didn't get a moment to catch your breath, his hand moving to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you back in without a second thought and the familiar heat returned. he let out a soft whimper, bob's other hand slipping underneath your shirt to palm at your tits, the feeling grounding in a strange way. his touch haphazard as he got lost in you, your gaze.

bob then moved to kiss at your neck, moving towards your collarbone - peppering kisses there as his eyes looked up into yours, flashing innocence and something deeper.

yearning, want, no not want. need.

"can i?.." he muttered against your collarbone, "i-i really wanna see you." you nodded, "words?' "yeah, go ahead robby." you ran your hand through his brown curls again, watching as he pulled your shirt off you - looking over you, his lips parted, breath heaving. "pretty.." he muttered, more to himself than you - hands moving over the scars that littered your body from past missions and experiments, paying attention to every one. he didn't see you as a monster, or a villain - because he understood, he's lived in the same shoes and he'll kiss every scar until you knew that you shouldn't see yourself in such a demeaning way.

he then looked up at him, this gaze experimental and mischievous - as he wrapped his lips around one of your perked nipples, tongue swirling over the sensitive skin as heat enveloped it. your hand tightened in his hair, earning a soft groan from his lips - feeling the vibrations.

you then moved your hands back down to his sweats, pushing down the fabric of them and his boxers - his hard, neglected cock shining in the dim light of the moon looking sickeningly mouth-watering. you pushed up his sweater, revealing his toned abdomen which is a sight you really love to see especially with him suckling on your tits like your a goddess but also to prevent cum from spilling onto the fabric, because bob was known to cum a shit ton during sex and making messes was his forte and you weren't really in the mood for cleaning the bedsheets or yet another one of his sweaters because of one of your rendezvous.

his hips were bucking up before you even touched him, his mouth moving to your other tit - placing a hand to your waist to make you look at him again. you looked down at him, his eyes seeking praise.

"you're being so good, sweet boy." the pet name made him ever the more eager to please. you started to pump his cock slowly, taking note of how his mouth faltered - just for a moment, something flashing in his eyes.

your pace increased around his cock, focusing around the sweetly red coloured head. the feeling made bob release your nipple from his touch, head resting against your shoulder as he regained his breath - lips parted and mouth panting against your scarred skin, drool dripping out of his mouth now, collecting at his jaw.

"look, robby." you cooed, "look at how much your leaking." your words alone made him whimper loudly, he shakily turned his head around. looking at your hand wrapped around his cock, pre-cum spilling from his tip over your hand, making your hand wet and the vein on his cock glisten in. "oh, fuck-- mph, god--" whimpers practically spilled from his mouth, head falling back again.

"mm-- gonna.. baby, i'm- oh god you feel so good." he was babbling now, words coming out of his mouth before thinking - his brain not filtering or registering. his hands clawing at your shoulders, wrapping around your waist to be stabilised.

"let go, wanna make you feel good." you placed a soft kiss to his lips, his hand reaching and pulling you back in as his whimpers were muffled by your lips - he then spilt over your hand, thick hot ropes of cum making a mess of his stomach, some spilling onto the sheets. "fuck-- fuck-" he moaned out against your lips, breath panting into your open mouth. his thighs were practically shaking, hips bucking into your hand. he slowly came down from his thigh, his cock still pumping out a few spurts that landed on his inner thighs or abdomen.

"you still with me?" you noticed his fucked out expression, his eyes closed as he caught his breath. he simply nodded, no words coming out. his eyes flicking up to yours, watching as you scooped some of his cum from his thigh placing it to your lips - extracting a moan from yourself. "taste." you held your fingers up to his mouth and he eagerly brought them into his own, warm enveloping your fingers. you pulled your spit-soaked fingers from his mouth. he just stared at you, wide eyed.

"c'mere.. wanna make you cum on my tongue" bob pulled you to straddle his shoulders, wrapping his arms around your thighs.

the next day, walker looked that at the two of you weird for the entire day because the two of you weren't exactly the quietest.

✰ a/n: uhm i guess this is kind of breaking my hiatus!! i have a couple of posts lined up, still feeling unmotivated but this came to me in a dream!!!! i <3 pathetic men..

[guppybibi]

(i feel sick again so uhh bad work!! this happens like every week im so sigma) obviously not proofread, not any good

Price's toddler who has never seen him without his beard, so when he decides to shave it all off on one random Thursday evening—their whole world is in shambles. They don't recognize the man who is attempting to carry them, the one cooing in front of them.

So they resort to what toddlers do best, crying. And oh boy, can they cry.. Refusing to get picked up by the 'strange' man that managed to enter their house and to be fair, he looked like he went from Captain to Lieutenant in a matter of seconds.

Dinner came and they still refused to go near, looks like you taught them really good 'stranger danger' instincts..a little too good. It got to the point even you were unsure if this truly was your husband, you weren't used to the lack of beard tickling you with each kiss.

..Maybe it was your attempt to make your kid feel better about it, not to feel alone. Maybe that's how you end up slightly convinced that this could be a doppelgänger of the Captain John Price we all know and love..his beard does eventually grow back though so yay!!

[kmiuu1]

Just thinkin' bout Gojo Satoru.

Gojo x Reader, basically! :3

( Sorry about the small text thing!! I don't really use the small txt but it suits this style better, lol...! )

Satoru, the man who would gleefully get down on his knees and hands to worship you — his beloved, precious, endearing, gorgeous, and talented woman. The thing he finds best about that part is that you're his.

Satoru, who would prefer to be the little spoon as he loves your touch — the way you hold him so lovingly, how could he not be intoxicated by you and your warmth?

Satoru, thought he'd never have the time or chance to ever find the “love of his life” till he met you. Completely altering that thought, twisting and bending it a 180° degrees when you just randomly slipped into his life at one point.

Gojo Satoru.

Is the man that loves you. The man whose fallen heads over heels for you. Not the “strongest”, but Satoru — Your “baby”, your “man”.

If you were to ever say you liked “poetry”, he'd all of a sudden also be into it and conjure up the most corny yet breathtaking poems.

If you felt like homemade desserts, he'd scurry to get an apron and get to work. Hes good at everything he does, anyway... so of course anything he bakes will probably be the best thing you've ever had.

You ever accidentally blurt out a “Ugh, I kinda feel sick...”, and he'd be gone the second you finish that sentence — only to return with a plastic bag filled with prescribed medicine in SECONDS.

Of course, you'd do the same things for him even if it'd mostly end up as failures — but that's exactly why he loves you. Because you treat him as an equal, because you don't see him any less or more than the average human being. Hes just him, in your eyes.

Though, he knew the world of Jujutsu would eventually cause your seperation together. He'll be selfish, for a bit more — as long as you're the reason, as long it's you.

He loves you. You love him.

And that'll never change. Even if the world were to be thrown against the sun, even if the largest meteor ever recorded were to suddenly crash through the earth, even if a million natural disasters were to occur at once.

This may or may not be the first and last time he'll ever be so greedy for another person's love, touch, warmth, and joy. As long it's you until the end of time, his soul and heart belongs to you — and will never stop being greedy.

(*´▽｀)ﾉﾉ ( Did I cook guys?? Satoru gives me cuteness aggression sometimes, tbh. I wanna hug him so bad ugh. )

[jaybirdzi]

2:49 am

warnings: none, fluff, cuddly jason after patrol :( i just wanna cuddle him despite how much i hate physical touch :(, smelly sweaty jason but in a cute way

jason was exhausted, he had started patrol earlier than usual, he got roughed up but beat the bastards in the end. he was caught off guard, and was already having a horrible day. he climbs through the window in a huff, despite having keys to the front door.

and there you were, laying there prettily, arm around a teddy bear he had won for you with tickets from the arcade on your 4th date.

he takes off his mask, shrugging his jacket off and his gear, stepping out of his heavy boots. he moved the teddy bear from your arms, replacing the stuffed toy as you stir awake. "j-jay..." you grumbled sleepily.

"shhh babe.... just sleep" he brings you closer (if possible) and kisses your forehead, smelling a hint of your shampoo.

"mnnmm... you stink" you comment, your face twisting slightly.

"i know... bad day, just let me sleep... 'll take a shower with you in the mornin'." he sighs, relaxing against you. you sympathize with him, just accepting your sleepy, sweaty boyfriend.

"fine..." you mumble and relax against him. "we shower together"

"of course."

short ikk but im tired :( work is after my asss

[meowzilla93]

Baxter Drabble about Colours – I love the implication and theory around colours and how they affect peoples memories and view on life

that whole monochrome schtick - i just know it had so many implications

life is black and white too

he was black, everything else was white, to bright, too much for him to have

it was always him against the world, him and everyone else

maybe first time he sees MC at soiree, there was a little colour – someone who didn’t know him and just was happy to dance with him

that little bit of light starts breaking through, but he doesn’t think much of it

step 3, he sees MC and that little bit of light comes back a little bit no brighter than it was during the soiree

but then he and MC go out for some sightseeing

as they ask about him and he them, that light becomes brighter and changes colour

yellow/gold starts to shine through, and it only gets brighter the more he talks with them

something new is happening, and he doesn’t understand it

but he wants to know more

so he makes that decision – he will be that chaste suitor rather than the one night of fun

see if he can see more of that colour in the world

gold moves to blues and greens, eventually pinks and reds of love

he wanted to find out more, wanted to see that more

but the more he saw, the more scared he was of losing it when it became all encompassing

so he walks away, he returns to what he knows

the normality that he always had

but it feels that much colder now

better to let it go before it consumed his life, rather than be in a life of colour and have someone else rip it away from him

and then five years pass and he sees you again

but the colours don’t re-appear slowly like they did last time

its not slow

it sudden, bright, blinding

he sees MC in the restaurant and colour just shines around them like a halo

he is so scared to see it again, so he runs

each time he sees them again, memory of the colours he saw and the warmth that accompanied them returned

he tries to resist it, but that part of him that hated the lonely nights, the colourless and cold world, the more he fails to succeed in that

and so his walls start to crumble, he lets the colour flow around his life again

he can just feel that warmth, and he wants more

so he opens his world to the MC, lets them in and in that same moment, steps into their world

and the world blossoms in colour around him

he looks back and there is no monochrome left

just all encompassing colour

acceptance, warmth, care, love

earthy colours are his favourtie, always. memories of friends in the patina of golds reds and oranges, and the love he found amongst the green blue and gold

[generalsdiary]

hybrid cat!ratio but aventurine isn't aware how feline like he is, until a sleep deprived ratio sits beside him on the couch and rests his head on his shoulder. and purs. aventurine freezes, soft rumbling of veritas' chest soothing him, and then, if purring wasn't enough, the long purple tail curls up in his lap. aventurine wants to jump out of his skin- cuddly veritas? doctor veritas ratio purring, seeking touch? kakavasha is losing his shit by the second.

meanwhile ratio is running on three hours of sleep for a stupid reason, and he simply embraces aventurine, cuddling closer wanting more of this comfort.

the last straw is ratio nuzzling his face into the blond's neck. rubbing his cheeks, nose against the soft skin. the furry ears brushing past his jaw. purring getting louder.

aventurine is a mess, he loves it of course, nonetheless he is caught off guard. he attempts at one of his one liners, to feel out the atmosphere, "do you... also meow?" he ends up sounding like a teenage boy stuttering in front of his crush.

shivers go down his spine when ratio speaks lowly against his ear in a husky voice, "would you like to hear it?"

[teddybeartoji]

shoko and her biting tendencies... nips at your fingers with a cocky little grin when you're trying to brush her hair out of her face, her eyes growing darker at your expression. nips at the inside of your wrist ever so gently after raising your hand to her mouth, her maroon lips staining the back of it with something akin to adoration. with something deeper perhaps. your body is on fire.

nips at your neck as you're cooking, her cold hands finding safe haven under your shirt. she sways her hips side to side, her voice raspy when she chuckles at your reaction. this is what it's all about. the reaction. she's always hungry for more, her teeth speaking for her as they graze over the side of your throat, sending goosebumps all over your skin. she hums, lowly. she lets you wait for anther bite.

you're breathing faster. it's hard to focus on the food. your eyes fall shut.

you crane your neck to give her more room.

the reaction.

she lets you wait for a bite that never comes.

instead, you're graced with a simple "hi, babe".

you feel her grinning into your neck. you feel warm all over.

she nips at your shoulder as you're brushing your teeth. ready for bed, ready to rest – she's still going. when you send her a look, she brushes you off with mischievious eyes, gesturing for you to finish your task while she leans against the bathroom counter beside you. her fingers ghost over the shell of your ear as she tucks away a stray hair and you have half the mind to bite back at her, but you can't. there's something to her that let's her get away with everything. you can't be mad, you can't be upset. ever.

bewitched.

damned even.

she nips at your legs as she's climbing onto the bed with you, your friendship slipping from between your fingers with every bite she takes. her eyes meet yours in the dim lighting and it's hard not to crumble, to let your thoughts go wild at the sight of her sinking her teeth into the sensitive, plush flesh of your upper thighs. it's stings, it hurts – the way she does it. she doesn't hold back, not a lot at least.

her canines leave dents in your skin but the warm touch of her tongue over the markings makes it easy to forget about the ache.

her fingertips dance somewhere on you but you don't even know where. you can't think, not now.

feel.

deeper. harder.

she wants a reaction.

more. more.

higher.

closer.

a reaction.

parted lips. a gasp.

music to her ears. she hums.

she's way too close to your hip, only mere inches from your core but no matter how much you try to wriggle and squirm – she doesn't stop there. more, more, more.

her lips are dark as ever, the color on them smudged and ruined by you and only you. there's a trail starting from your calf, all the way up to your waist now. red lipstick marks of fate.

she'd laugh at you for even thinking about something so corny.

she's under your shirt now. her fingers.

pushing up the material of your shirt, she keeps her eyes on you. cherishes the way you shiver below her, the way you blink at her.

shoko's thighs settle on either side of your marked up one and the contact set off fireworks somewhere deep inside you. your own fingers itch to touch, too, but the fear of her pulling away is too much; you'll let her do anything, everything, and if the cost of the pleasure of having her is for you to stay in this twisted web of hers, then so be it.

she nips at your lower stomach. her lips brush against your skin, staining more of you with the dark shade of red, with the bloody kind of love.

you hiss and her grins etches wider.

like a dog to a bone, her next bite is even harder than the last. she kneads the side of your waist with her skilled hand and you think about how butchers tenderizes the meat. how they work through the piece with their tools, preparing it for a meal. you swallow the lump in your throat.

teeth in your skin. again and again.

her knee pushes up against you.

her dark eyes glint under the moonlight as she hovers above you now. hands by the sides of your head, she stays there just staring at you. eyeing you. observing.

you keep giving them to her.

little reactions.

a hitched breath. a desperate head tilt. pleading eyes.

sharp teeth stuck in the lower lip. gnawing and gnawing, waiting for more.

who's the hungry one now?

is it still her?

[meowzilla93]

oh man lets go! what perfectly juicy questions too!

*cracks knuckles* lets go, this is gonna be a lengthy one again

When did your MC fall in love with Baxter? (Which step, was it a conscious thing or something they didn't realize until later?)

August identifies as Demisexual, so for her there is a requirement to have a strong attachment to the person they are with to be romantic/sexual with (though this isnt something that she realises until later in life after Baxter left)

August will admit that she had something of a crush on Baxter since the Summer Soiree when they were 13. The whole scenario just reminded her so much of those tropey teen romance novels of meeting your soulmate randomly and never seeing them again until it the time was right. She is a little romantic at heart, give her a break (p≧w≦q)

So when they meet again when they are 18, those feelings of a crush merely reawakened and started to develop further. Though not really believing in soulmates at this time, she still felt a pull towards him that she never felt with other partners they has been with and wanted to explore this with him.

Even though August knew there was a deadline, she never anticipated that they couldn't stay friends. That broke her heart more than she was willing to admit for a while. And to have a broken heart, one needed to be in love.

August was in love with Baxter from Step 3, if she were to put a moment to it, she recons the day with him in the Mountains, seeing him be free with her, that perfect moment on the log, and then the fireplace, and that kiss. It was the final nail in the coffin for her.

She never stopped loving him, but it was very much put to the back of her mind as she focused on her life and career, tried to date but it never amounted to anything. Her last partner helped her realize that she could be demisexual, and additionally, that perhaps she never got over the feelings over a certain Monochrome Man.

Of course Step 4 happens, those same feelings she had when she first saw him at step 3 slapped her in the face and it confirmed to her what she kinda already knew; August still loved Baxter.

2. When do you think Baxter really fell in love with your MC? (Which step, did he realize it??)

I think Baxter the moment that it was final for him was the final dance, the after party; Summer Soiree 2.0. Did he know then? No. He was so adamant that this would disappear, he would leave their life and as anticipated, these feelings would disappear.

But of course, they didn't. The heartbreak he felt, the constant sadness when he saw that she messaged him until he muted the notifications. Those treasure memories being bittersweet more than sweet. So he went back to his usual routine of sleeping around again.

And it kinda worked, in a way. Focused on school, getting his needs, he was able to push her to the back of his mind for a bit, trying to get from one day to the next. There was this one night though, little over a year after he left Sunset Bird thoroughly behind, where he met someone at a club, another one night stand, goes back to their apartment and goes through the motions.

But as this person lays down on their bed, the light from the street hits their face, illuminating half their face, and in turn, lighting up their hair as if it was copper in colour and their eye a golden hue.

For a split moment, he thought it was her. His August. And in that split moment he was elated, before the sheer weight of the guilt, sadness, and heartbreak wrecked through him.

This was where he realized he loved her. Loved her since that summer, and still loved her till this day. And that nothing but her would truly make him happy or content. So, he leaves with his apologies and never goes back to that lifestyle. It wasn't what he wanted, anymore.

A certain wedding was both a blessing and a curse; This wasnt how he wanted to see her again, not how he wanted to do this. August deserved better than he could ever give, until he learns that maybe, just maybe they did really accept him as he is.

My Little Bonus: August wanted to open herself up to him again but is so scared about being left behind in the dust that they keep closed off to him until he starts opening up to them first. In the end, it was Baxter confessing his feelings for her that was the catalyst to open up fully to him (though the two idiots are too afraid to admit that they loved each other until a few months down the track) <3

Open MC/Baxter Lore Question!

This kinda stuff is what I live for, and so I'm gonna pose it to the broader OLBA Baxter romance fans. It's a two-parter question, and one I think is super, super interesting!! It really gives others an understanding of who your MC is and how their dynamic is with the Danger Oreo.

When did your MC fall in love with Baxter? (Which step, was it a conscious thing or something they didn't realize until later?)

When do you think Baxter really fell in love with your MC? (Which step, did he realize it??)

Bonus third question, if anyone's keen: If either of them were unaware of their feelings in the moment, when did they realize THAT was the snapshot in time where they became a lost cause?

[elliespassagerprincess]

Maybe another dark toxic ellie oneshot in the future

Laundry - (ellie williams x reader)

your wish is my command, i hope you like it, i tried not to make it toooo toxic <3

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are open! send me your silly thoughts:)

warnings: toxic relationships, face spitting

Summary: In which you didn't fold the laundry

authors note: prepare to be sick of me because i have so many drafts

masterlist

imagine you and ellie had a huge argument earlier that day about unfolded laundry.

Ellie had woken up in a grumpier mood than usual, her eyes burning from the sunlight shining into your shared room. With a groan, Ellie got up, shivering as her feet touched the cold floor.

She got up, walking with her eyes closed, but she tripped over a pile of laundry that was left on the floor.

"Fucking-" she swore as she held her ankle.

You ran into the room, hearing the noise from downstairs. The scene was almost comedic: Ellie hunched over mumbling curse words to herself as she held her angle.

"Els..." you whispered, holding in your laugh.

"You" she said softly as her head snapped in your direction.

"Can you not clean properly?"

Your brows furrowed at her question.

"Ellie its your clothes-"

"i work all fucking day. All Fucking day, and i let you stay at home. I provide you look after the place. I expect you to fold my laundry. How would you feel if i stopped paying the bills?"

She did this often. She liked reminding you that she was the in charge. She was the one providing and you were nothing more than a stay at home girlfriend.

"Ellie-"

"get the fuck out"

You listened, like the dog you were. You ran out the room like a dog with it's tail between it's legs.

Ellie came out the room a while later, she didn't look at you she didn't acknowledge you.

You hated when she did that.

And she knew you hated it.

You had to get her attention somehow. You knew just what to do.

The sun had set, Ellie came home walking right past you, she didn't even utter a "hi".

She sat on the couch, probably responding to Dina's texts.

"I want to break up" you suddenly spoke. You prayed that this would work. You could never leave, but you knew this would get a reaction out of her.

"What?"

"you heard me"

she threw her phone to the side and she got up walking towards you. You felt her cold fingers grip your face

"you're not fucking leaving me" she was close.

So close. You could smell her cologne. You could count her freckles.

You won this round. Both of you knew that.

You felt her grip tighten on your chin and you let out a yelp. This would probably leave bruises.

"the day you try to leave me is the day your dead body will be found, so don't even think about it"

You knew she was serious. Ellie doesn't play when it comes to things like that. You knew she was just reminding you who was in control and you liked it.

You were probably just as sick as she was.

She let go of your space and she spat onto your face.

"You make me sick" was all she said before she walked away.

You watched her walk into the kitchen as you wiped off your face, she didn't even look at you as she opened the fridge. All she said was: "Go fold the laundry baby"

And you did just that.

<3