#reader babble

[dollyfetti]

🫧🎀 unwinding with bakugou includes:

♡ him letting you ramble about literally ANYTHING while untangling your messy hair from your claw clip/scrunchie/bonnet

♡ him massaging your feet while watching your joint show ^^

♡ him cutting your leftover steak from dinner into tinier pieces for you to finish (he won’t have you sleep on an empty stomach)

♡ he doesn’t take any phone calls after a certain time. he likes spending his nights with you only, catching up on each other’s days while basking in the lovely presence of one another :(

♡ likes making u feel pretty even late at night when you’re covered in pimple patches, eyes all droopy with tiredness, etc. kisses ur entire face and body, and i personally like to think that during the nighttime when he’s not fighting crime and dealing with all the bullshit of the world, he gets super super soft. so like.. imagine him gushing (in his own way) over your sleepy state UEIWUSDJJAJ

[snail-day]

You know how baby hair just does whatever it wants, sticking up in the wildest directions like it has no regard for the laws of physics? I just know Geto’s baby is coming out with a full head of thick, silky dark hair. No matter what hair type you have, his genes are winning, no question.

And oh my god, he’s so the type to do his babygirl’s hair every morning. He’d settle her on his lap, big hands incredibly gentle as he smooths down the unruly strands sticking up at odd angles. His touch would be so light, so careful, especially near her soft spot. It's truly a precious sight to see.

“Oh, is that cold? Daddy’s sorry,” he murmurs after spritzing just a little water, rubbing the tiniest circle on her head as if to soothe her. Tilting his head, thoughtful, his fingers ghosting over her silky strands. “Hmm, what should we do today, princess? Just a little clip? Maybe tiny pigtails?”

She doesn’t care, of course, just babbles happily, staring up at him with big, trusting eyes, reaching clumsily for his thick fingers. And he just chuckles, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her forehead, already so completely wrapped around her little finger.

God, he’s such a girl dad. It’s ridiculous.

Here is the TikTok link if you need it!

[bunny-jpeg]

john price taking you raw dog in the back of his shitty truck, and leans towards the radio and turns up the song playing. how deep is your love belts through the scratchy speakers as he got you near a chokehold, his cock hitting against all the sweetest spots.

the truck is rocking quickly, tucked away on a dirt road as the windows fogged up. only way for a captain to get his hands on his favourite private nowadays. the song hits the chorus as he works his cock deeper, harder, faster into you. his pace was unrelenting.

he leaned over you further, his cock somehow going deeper as he cheekily asked, "yeah, petal, how deep is your love?" <3

[flutterbabee]

Note: I havent even finished S2 of criminal minds as im writing this, I was just overtaken

Edit: the way I accidentally deleted this..was panicking so bad before I remembered I had a copy

Just thinking about Spencer and him absolutely devouring your cunt, just swimming in it. He's on his knees, still wearing his casual dress shirt, pants, and he's only taken off his shoes in an attempt to get more stability on the floor, placing them side by side next to the desk. The desk you were currently gripping onto for dear life—You're covered in a thin layer of sweat, the wooden desk rocking slightly behind you. The moisture building up on your hands did nothing to steady your already twitching body. You're naked, save for a plain t-shirt, your bottoms and shoes disregarded in a forgotten bundle across the floor. Below you, between the space in your thighs, were deep brown eyes and just as brown hair, now made a mess. Spencer's eyes glazed over as he licked stripes across your cunt, pushing his tongue further into your folds, his nose briefly brushing against your clit. Your body shivers at his occasional moan. You were dripping down his chin and neck, soaking spots in his shirt. Each second passing caused your legs to feel more and more unstable, twitching and shaking. Desperate for any sense of balance, you find yourself grabbing at anything, Spencer's hair, shoulders, continuous fumbles of the desk behind you. Hurriedly wiping your hand on your shirt and grabbing the edge of the desk. Your legs started to twitch more, desperate to close your aching thighs, and while your grab at the desk helped you secure you, it wasn't much better than before. Spencer, noticing your movements becoming more frantic, took hold of the back of your knee, placing a firm grasp and pulling you forward. Spencer's fingertips find a home in the plush of your thigh. He continued licking at you, switching between sucking and pecking your bud, releasing it with a loud and wet—*pop*—You were close and Spencer was relentless, repeatedly waving his tongue against your clit, his hold on your leg keeping you in place. Tossing your head back, your toes curl as your body releases its final spasms for the moment, experiencing the peak of your pleasure. Spencer groans as he feels your slick coat on his face, lapping up whatever didn't get on his shirt. Letting out breathy pants, your body starts to go slack, twitching one more time when Spencer kisses your clit.

[monstersholygrail]

Fuck, now i want to have kits with bunny secretary...author when i catch you

Ahahahaha that’s completely understandable. Bunny Secretary is like peak man in the streets and freak in the sheets. He hides his darker sides very well. Giving you the best of both with him. And now you got me thinking about what it would be like for him to find out you’re having his kits hehe.

I imagine that he’d be actually super excited it. For one, he’s a bunny and they’re big on procreating lol. He would think it’s so hot that he managed to knock you up. Kids were never his goal but now that he knows you’re going to have his kid he can’t not be happy about it. Two, he’s especially happy about it because it’s just another thing that ties you to him. Again, baby trapping isn’t he goal but he kinda loves it happened.

Trust, that man is already half way to a ring shop. He makes a lot of money being secretary to Minotaur Boss so he’ll be getting you a huge rock. Only downside is you’ll have to move out of FUC, but he’s not distraught over it or anything. He’ll just have to fuck you that much more often to make up for it

[staybabblingbaby]

'You faint and try to hide it from him' [Changbin]

I figured I'd finally fulfill the birthday prompts that I'd gathered so far this year on MY birthday, cos, well. It's funny ^^;; If it's posted on a birthday it's still a birthday prompt, right? Right. Anyways, enjoy! This one is for @brbwritingfanfic , happy (very very extremely holy shit its so) late birthday! It's really short, but I thought it was cute lol. Anyways, behold! Your prompt!

Enjoy <3

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[invincibledc]

Super!reader being half kryptonian because they were born out of Lois. But the super is only 10 while the young Justice League is full on teens. Imagine the other team mates get superboy, aka Connor Kent. Reader’s small brain is excited to have a big brother, the others are anxious because of how Connor acts. But what surprise them most is how Connor is actually a softie towards the small Kent. Connor know reader can’t join battle, so he makes a rule between the Kent and him.

[cxnicalcherub]

i love fics where people write jason todd as this super rough and degrading daddy dom because in my mind, jason is soooo vanilla. like sure, he can manhandle and he does have some light brat-taming tendencies, but this man is kissing your tummy before going down on you. he’s intertwining your fingers while in missionary. he’s telling you how pretty you are and how well you take him. he’s pulling you into the shower with him afterwards and washing your hair for you. he wants to show you how much he loves you because lord knows verbally expressing vulnerability is nawt for him

[bunni-v1]

“Makes him wonder what you might be like with children of your own… Ah, that’s not a trail of thought he should go down too far just yet. One day, though.” AHHHH!!!! YOU DID NOT. You did not open those gates. Having some. Thoughts. 🤤 🫠

MDNI

Hehehehehe, listen it just makes sense okay! Of COURSE he’d want to have kids with someone as amazing as you! You’d make a perfect parent, and your kids would be nothing be loved and adored and cherished. The way you’re so gentle and compassionate with the little ones around the kingdom has his heart skipping a beat.

Just imagining a little version of the two of you makes his dough soften. He can’t believe he picked such a perfect partner for himself.

Oh, and making the kid is a plus. He really does wonder how many tries it’ll take. What’s the best position? He’s more than happy to add a few new ones if it heightens the likelihood of pregnancy (myth or not(I know cookies canonically can’t get pregnant okay what if i blew you up with my mind.)) Aphrodisiacs to heighten sex drive? Sure! The more you go at it the better!

He’s like an insatiable sex starved rabbit when you do decide to have kids with him. You didn’t know he was such a closet perv, but it’s not like it a bad thing.

Oh and when you ARE pregnant he won’t let you lift a finger — and he’s not gonna let you argue him on it either. You’re to be pampered and treated until the child arrives. Kings orders! Too bad, so sad!

Oh, but don’t worry, Pure Vanilla tends to you personally every time. He can’t help it, he loves taking care of you. Now that you’re all cute and carrying his little cookies, it’s even more fun!

[reading-wanderer]

1 Kairi Kingdom Hearts ready for melting

[dollyfetti]

btw katsuki’s idea of unwinding is having you sit on his lap topless while he sucks on ur tits and u pet his hair as you ramble about your day

[hihhasotherfixations]

Thinking about Price coming home.

You noticed him coming in, of course you did. Yet while one part of your brain wished to turn around and greet him, welcome him home, the tired part of you decided to stay put; eyes closed and your body partially turned away.

The first thing you felt was his hand, gentle as it placed itself upon your cheek, his hardened palms sliding softly against your tender flesh, followed by the slow creak of the bed as it dipped under his weight.

“I’m home, love.” A quiet whisper came from him, his gave a mere breath away from yours as carefully, he pressed his lips to your cheekbone, right near the juncture towards your lips.

Soft and sweet, his beard lightly scratching your skin before he pulled back, his thumb tracing back and forth.

Slowly, your lips curled up, feeling the man carefully lay down, pulling himself close to you and digging the blankets out from under you to instead take their place at your back. His warm arms wrapped around and under you, holding you and keeping you safe.

No matter how long or how often John had to go. Coming home always involved the same thing.

A sweet and soft greeting, and the feeling of safety returned.

[bunny-jpeg]

*whispers very quietly* alpha!price with an adorable little omega who he maaaaaay have forced mated with. you were the little barista he saw every morning before he headed to work. while he doesn't see you, but follows a lovely scent to the car park behind the shop. he finds you pitifully trying to control your heat enough to drive home. his scent pulls you in and with big, glassy eyes, you near beg him to do something about all this heat in your body.

and well, price wasn't going to let you suffer.

now as you ride him on the couch during a match, his rough, calloused hand grasps your throat and he can feel the uneven scarred skin over your scenting gland. a mark he gave you <3

[flutterbabee]

In Matt's opinion, the pros of his extraordinary hearing ability outweighed its many cons. He had found a duty, a purpose, and despite the harms that fell upon him, he always answered the call. But sometimes he enjoyed the more indulgent aspects of his ability, how he was able to focus on a single thing in such an intense manner. For example, when he has your back pressed on the wall of his apartment and he places his head in the crook of your neck so he's able to hear even the slightest whimper coming out of you. He's got a rough hand down your panties and his other is holding the bend of your knee. Kissing the more sensitive spots on your neck while he's kneading small circles onto your clit. You're squirming, but he'd press his body into yours to hold you in place. You'd buck when he'd press on your button or when he'd dip the tips of his coarse fingers into your inviting heat. This is when the rare chance of Matt accidentally overstimulating you occurred. When he's fingering you, he'd change his pace at random, he'd start to be a bit rougher with his kisses, and he'd drop your leg to grope the rest of your body. Matt was drunk on memorizing which squeaks and whimpers you'd make depending on where he'd kiss or how deep he curled his fingers into you. Even when he was on the verge of ripping off his pants and feeling your cream on his cock, he'd hold himself back because he loved feeling your most needy spots in his hands. Matt getting to hear your voices of pleasure was an all-cleansing remedy from whatever he dealt with in the hours prior.

[billiesgoodgirll]

you’re camrea roll if you were billies girlfriend ! ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა

i love making these so so so much <3

[dear-aubade]

Hello, i really like everything you write about Joel, i am so in love with him😭💕

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What if reader has been having some insecurities lately and Joel fcks her in front of a mirror, worshipping her and telling her how beautiful she is🎀💖

Here you go anon, hope you like it!

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: You start pulling away from Joel because you’re having doubts about yourself. Joel decides to do something about it.

Notes: smut, p in v, Joel pulls out, praise, body worship, reader has body dysmorphia, reader has insecurities, soft!Joel, dom!Joel, sub!reader, mirror sex

A/n: Yes, I put a Pride and Prejudice reference in there (iykyk 😘)

“Give yourself a compliment.”

The past few weeks, you had been having some…doubts, to say the least. Before, it had been just you and Joel fending for yourselves out in the woods, traveling West. Just you and Joel against the world.

Then you found Jackson.

Oh, what a haven it was. Even if Joel’s brother hadn’t been here, even if you knew nobody in town, you still would have convinced Joel to stay. They had hot water, heating, and goddamn coffee of all things? Yeah. You guys were sticking around.

Not only were you able to shower once a day, but your diet had also changed drastically. Instead of only eating a couple sticks of jerky and some crackers for dinner each day, you had the luxury of consuming steamed broccoli, roast pork, and such excellent boiled potatoes—it had been many years since you’d had such an exemplary vegetable. Now you always went to bed with a full belly.

The diet change was reflected in the way you looked. You could no longer see your ribs through your skin, and your thigh gap was gone. Your eyes looked less sunken, your cheekbones less protruding. Your hips were a little rounder, your tummy a little softer. And you knew that it was a good thing, that it meant you were getting over the malnourishment and becoming healthy again, that you were at a perfectly normal weight for your height—you knew that.

But a small part of your brain whispered otherwise. It didn’t matter if it was healthy or not, it didn’t matter if you had looked like a walking skeleton before, you were getting bigger. You started to wonder if it was getting harder for Joel to lift you during your activities in the bedroom. You started to wonder if he didn’t know what to do with each pound you gained, if he preferred you when you were smaller and lighter, even if you had only been skin and bones.

And so you started to pull away.

You still pleasured Joel, of course. You’d wake him up with your mouth on him, or kiss him while grinding on his bulge. But each time he tried to pull at your clothes to return the favor you’d shake your head and give him some lame excuse like I’m tired, or I promised Maria I’d go help her organize the inventory lists.

Eventually Joel had had enough. He sat you down and kept pushing and pushing, trying to know what was the matter. And oh…his callused hands cupping your face had been so gentle. His eyes had been so soft. You had confessed everything then and there through your tears.

Which brought you to now.

You were in the bathroom in just your bra and panties with Joel standing behind you, one hand gently lingering on the small of your back as you both faced the mirror.

“Give yourself a compliment,” Joel repeated.

Your brow creased and you shook your head. “I can’t,” you whispered.

Joel met your gaze in the mirror. “Come on, sweetheart. You—”

You shook your head again, tears blooming in your eyes.

Joel stood there for a few moments, his hand still stroking over the small of your back. Soon he spoke. “Well, I’ll start, then,” he said, his voice tender. “That alright with you, darlin’?”

He didn’t give you time to reply. He lifted your hand to his lips and pressed an achingly soft kiss to the back of it. “I love your hands,” he whispered. “Look at ‘em—so small, so soft. I like it when you use ‘em to run through my hair, or when I hold your hand as we walk through town.”

He moved his hand up to gently hold your chin. “And your face—my gorgeous girl. And those eyes… I love when you let me hold your cheek as I kiss those soft lips…”

Joel kissed the sensitive patch of skin beneath your jaw and your breath hitched. You could feel his smile against you as he moved down, kissing along your neck to your shoulder. His hands went to your hips and squeezed.

You hesitated, doubt filling you. “Joel—”

“Ah, I’m not done yet.” He kneaded at the softness on your hips and thighs. “Oh…I love this piece of you, honey…grabbin’ onto these hips every time I wanna tell everyone you’re mine, or when I’m drivin’ into you in the bedroom.”

Your breath caught at that, cheeks flushing the same color as the strawberries that Maria was starting to grow for the town.

Joel chuckled and before you knew it your bra was unhooked and tossed across the room, but that didn’t matter because the moment it was gone Joel’s hands were there. You gasped again as he started to gently squeeze, thumbs flicking over the peaks.

“And these,” he went on, voice dropping lower. “You’re so soft, babygirl, ‘specially these pretty tits. Just wanna kiss ‘em and bite ‘em all day every day.” He pinched one of your nipples and you whimpered. You could feel his bulge pressing into you from behind.

One of his hands stayed working on your breast as the other flattened and smoothed down the front of your torso. “And this pretty tummy…makes me so happy to see you like this, baby. Full of food every night. It means I’m doin’ my job providin’ for you.”

Joel’s relentless touching was really getting to you. You were damp between your legs by now surely.

“And here…” Joel slid his hand past the waistband of your panties and you whimpered as his fingers stroked along your wetness. He let out a breath that was nearly a groan. “I love feelin’ you here, sweetheart. Feelin’ you clench around me as you finish, gettin’ that hazy look in your eyes…”

He pushed two fingers into you and you whined, arching your back against him. “Joel—”

“Shh,” he whispered. He mouthed at your neck and curled his fingers to stroke along your front wall. “Look at you, darlin’.” When you were nice and ready, he retracted his fingers. You whimpered at the loss, but it soon turned into a gasp as he unzipped his pants and pushed his length into you.

You let out a soft moan and closed your eyes at the feeling. Oh…he was so big, so—

He nipped at your neck and your eyes flicked open with a gasp. “Eyes on yourself, pretty girl. Want you to see how gorgeous you are takin’ me.”

At that, hesitation won over arousal for a split second. “Joel, I don’t…”

He kissed the part of your neck he bit, his affection so tender it made your heart swell. “You trust me?”

You nodded.

“You can do this, baby. Watch. I’m gonna take care of you.”

You bit your lip, then nodded again.

Joel grinned. “Good girl,” he cooed. “Put your hands on the counter.”

You did as he asked. The white porcelain was cold against your palms, but one of Joel’s big hands came to rest atop one of yours. The other grabbed your hip.

Then he started to move.

You let out a moan as he dragged along your walls. It had been so long since you both had done this and he was filling you so well, making it hard to breath, hard to see, hard to think…

“Eyes open, baby.”

They had closed in your feeling of ecstasy and you hastily snapped them open. Sex with Joel was always erotic, but actually watching it happen in the mirror like this…

He reached down to thumb at your clit and you let out a soft whine. Joel chuckled. “Needy girl,” he murmured. He let out a groan into your neck. “So warm, darlin’.”

Joel thrust into you deeper and put a hand on your stomach. “Another thing I love,” he whispered, “is when I make it so you can feel me all the way up in this pretty tummy.”

You mewled at that. There was a white-hot fire in your lower belly and it ached and you didn’t know if you wanted the fans flamed or extinguished or—

“Look how pretty my babygirl looks when she’s takin’ me,” Joel murmured.

Your eyes were half-lidded in the mirror, breasts moving with every thrust up into you. There was a flush around your cheekbones and nose and your lips were softly parted as Joel took you.

“Mmm.”

“Oh?” Joel kept rubbing circles into your clit as your hips squirmed. “Was that an agreement, sweet girl?”

You hesitated. Your mind was too blissed out to think clearly. “I—“

“Does my pretty baby see how I see her now?” A particularly well-placed thrust from Joel had you keening. “How beautiful she is?”

You whined and rocked back against him. Something was building inside you, a tight coil right between your legs, and it was too hot, too hot, and you…you needed…

“Fall apart for me, sweetheart,” Joel breathed.

You did. You let out a high-pitched moan and your walls clenched around Joel’s length, causing him to grunt. Your head swam. Your vision fuzzed. You barely even registered Joel pulling out and his spend landing on the back of your thigh.

Your legs shook and you let out a pathetic whine. Joel was quick to scoop you into his arms. “I gotcha, babygirl,” he whispered, kissing your cheek as he carried you to the bedroom. “Gotta lay on your tummy so I can clean you up, yeah?”

You nodded and let him place you on the bed face down. Your entire body felt like it was melting.

Joel left for the bathroom and soon returned with a warm washcloth to gently wipe between your legs and at his spend on the back of your thigh. When he was done he took you into his arms.

Chest to chest, he smiled down at you and pushed hair back from your face. “Hi pretty girl.”

You smiled back. “Hi,” you whispered.

His thumb caressed your cheekbone for a moment. “I know your feelings about yourself aren’t going to disappear overnight and that’s okay, but…you think you can give yourself a compliment now?”

You blushed, then nodded. “I like it when you make my cheeks flush.” Your voice was small, shy.

“Yeah?” Joel’s eyes sparkled. “How come?”

“Because I think I…” You swallowed. “I think I look pretty like that.”

Joel grinned. “Yes you do, baby.” He held you close. “Yes…you most definitely do.”