#MY HUBBY

[tqra]

BAHHDJS HES SUCH A CUTIE OMG😭😭🩵🩵

i need him to pepper kissed all over my face

— satoru x reader ♡

"What do you think about this one?"

"Very pretty, baby."

"Ugh, Toru, you said that about the last three."

"s'not my fault you're so pretty," Satoru stated as if it were fact, crossing his ankle over his knee as he leaned back in the awkwardly shaped bench. High-end stores had a terrible habit of procuring the worst seating.

"This is important," you stressed. "And expensive if I get the wrong one."

"I'd just buy you another one."

"Satoru."

"Okay, okay," he relented, kicking up from the terrible bench and capturing your face in his big hands. "Why're you so stressed about this, huh?"

"That's such a stupid question. I'm meeting your family. What if they hate me?"

Satoru cocked his head to the side, the ghost of a smile lingering on his face. He released your face in favor of your hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss the ring glittering there.

"I already put a ring on it. What can they do?" he almost taunted. "This is more of a formality, sweetheart. An excuse to show you off and get them to stop calling."

"I should have met them sooner," you huffed, face flushed and defeated.

This was the Gojo Clan. And you were just... well, you.

"Nah," Satoru brushed off, taking your cheeks in his palms once more. He touched his forehead to yours. "I wanted to keep you to myself for as long as possible. You're mine."

And then, just when the air felt a bit too heavy, Satoru peppered your face in dozens of kisses, only drawing you forward the more you squirmed away.

"Toru, this is a store. Stop it. Stop it!" you laughed.

"Um, are you two finding anything to your liking?" you heard over your shoulder, the meek salesgirl definitely uncomfortable as Satoru didn't even acknowledge her.

His eyes were still glued to you as he replied, "Oh, definitely."

[navybrat817]

Hubby: "So, why are watching Animal Kingdom?"

My brain:

Me: "...No reason."

[hunnismokah]

choso and this took so long cause i finally drew my husband so it had to be right and im really happy with it!!!

[the-violet-diaries]

Sylus x insecure yet adorable f!mc

warnings: tickling, fluff

Just thinking about a shy or insecure mc who never or very rarely laughs out loud, like an audible sound, but instead covers her mouth, shakes a lot and makes soft snickering or gentle tittering noises. No doubt, Sylus loves those cute little sounds and makes it his sole purpose in life to make you laugh whenever he can and finds every chance to hear your breathy giggles, but he really wishes he could hear what your actual laugh sounds like and hates that you always hide your face with the back of your hand.

So when he finally discovers that tickling you- even the slightest poke on your stomach or side- is enough to elicit your true, unfiltered laughter, he almost faints. Drops dead. Worships your sensitivity to his touch- oh lord it's his own touch how blessed is he- and finds it absolutely fucking adorable. Finding every and any minor excuse or reason to pounce on you and tickle you (gently, of course) till you're breathless and your softly heaving chest rests upon his rapidly beating one. Because the second he hears the almost nectarine melody that flows from your soft parted lips, your small figure quivering in his arms and tiny hands grabbing at his as you attempt to put up a weak fight against him, he immediately disconnects from any and every other noise around him, honing his hearing purely onto your sweet, oh so honey-sweet laughter.

And the moment he sets eyes on that twinkling wide smile, those rosy red tinted cheeks, disheveled hair, and half-closed eyelids that take the shapes of upside-down crescent moons, your chin tilted back and neck scrunching up occasionally when his teasing fingers brush up against the skin around the area, Sylus instantly melts. A hopeless goner. Like butter in a frying pan under steaming hot temperatures. Because oh he is so down bad. Addicted. Intoxicated with your music that needs no rhythm because it has one of its own. He locks this valuable secret within his heart and throws the damn key to hell, swears to never let anyone else discover it. Because this is your own little thing, something intimate to be shared and cherished between just the two of you. Something precious. Praying to the gods because oh thank the lord that he can finally, finally hear his kitten's true laughter and see her smile so unhidden. So genuine. So real.

[padsmoony04]

Big news chat, still very deep into the Jason Todd rabbit hole. At this point, he got me in a choke hold and a very tight one.

I'm starting to fall into a Jason Todd rabbit hole, and to be honest... I don't mind AT ALL.

[bakug0uzb1thc]

hi, I’m not sure if you take requests but I figured I would leave one. can you do a Katsuki x depressed reader, just him comforting them and whatnot. if you have any free time ofc!

Hii! Thank you sm for sending me a request, I do take them and they are open !!! ^_^

Talk to me sweets

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem! reader

Summary: you let your thoughts win and avoid everyone, but the boy who knew you the best wasn’t gonna let it slide past him.

warnings: js fluff and comfort, slight angst, cursing, Bkg might be a bit ooc !!

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You wanted to scream, punch, curse but mostly you wanted to cry. all you could think about was all your wrongs, how becoming a pro wasn’t as appealing as it was when you first started attending UA. You felt as if you were falling behind, and that everyone else was so far ahead of you. the days merged with one another and you started to remove yourself from things. You practically lived in your dorm room, only leaving for school and occasional shopping.

Unknown to you this bugged a certain blonde- your boyfriend Katsuki; usually you were all over him, wither it was making conversation or just talking his head off you were always there by him. So by your sudden withdrawal it caused him to worry, not that he’d admit though.

He tried to talk to you but you always made a shitty excuse- what he didn’t know is that you felt like you were holding him back.

“Y/n why are you avoiding me?” He finally caught you walking out of your dorm. “I-I’m not?” You tried to cower back into your room but he caught the door with his hand. “Then what is this.” He said referring to the fact he was prying your door open just to talk to you. “Kat-“ he cut you off, “ don’t ‘kat’ me missy you have a whole lot of explaining to do.” He pushed his way into your room and shut the door behind him causing it to make a swift thud.

That’s when it kinda hit him, he looked around to your room and it was a mess. Clothes scattered, papers everywhere and your bed unmade. “Y/n..” he sighed. “What’s going on?” His usual rough expression softened into a concerned one. “you’re always in here, you haven’t talked to me in days and the only time I ever see you is at school and even then you’re quiet. I’m your boyfriend?” The last line came out as more of a question than a statement which made you swallow hard.

All you could do was just stand in front of him, you felt vulnerable. You weren’t aware that you were ignoring him, you thought it was for the best.

“Kat, I’m sorry.” You let out a broken sob. “I’m not doing good kats, I feel useless. I feel like I don’t deserve to be a pro. I feel like you’re too good for me-“ he pushed you into his chest, hugging you tight. Like he was trying to squeeze out all of your negative thoughts. “Shut up idio-“ he caught himself knowing you didn’t want to be insulted in that moment. “Dont think like that, don’t even say anything like that, you got it sweet girl ?” You didn’t answer, you just cried into his chest. Your arms wrapped tightly around him. Your hands gripped at the soft fabric of his shirt, maybe this was all you needed.

He leaned down and grabbed at your thighs, picking you up and walking to your bed. He sat down with you on his lap as his rough hands rested on the small of your back. You buried your face into his neck, letting your body rest against his. “you can talk to me sweets, I’m not too good for you so never overthink that. I don’t know where you got being useless from but you’re dead wrong. Everyone talks about how much of an amazing pro you’d make so don’t let me catch you saying otherwise you understand?” he rubbed reassuring patterns on your back, knowing that he wasn’t too good at reassuring but he hoped that he at least had gotten you to calm down a little bit. “If it were anyway, you’re too good for me. I want you to know how much you mean to me pretty girl. That all you’re thinking is bullshit.”

After a while, you stopped crying but not for a second did he stop holding onto you. His hands stayed placed securely on your waist, rubbing small circles and whispering sweet nothings until you fell asleep. He didn’t just make you feel better mentally, he made you feel loved.

You stopped avoiding him completely, and it was all back to normal. You were back to talking his head off and clinging onto him, talking about stupid things but to him they weren’t stupid, not if they were coming from you.

[skywalkoverme]

𝐀 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐦 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝

a/n: CONSENTING ADULTS in every part of this fic.

𐙚 Hayden Christensen x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI

Summary: You attend an after party with your boss.

Warnings/contains: weird hollywood-eque party, some f/f, humiliation kink, praise kink, choking, collared partner, cnc drinking, alcohol consumption, forced submission, sub training, nipple teasing, sexual teasing, proof read-- english is not my first language!

W/c: 1.4k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

On Set: Revenge of the Sith

“Water?” He stared at the stainless-steel bottle that you held; his last name engraved near the lip. The man shook his head, “No, thank you.” You nodded, he had asked for it many minutes ago when you were caught up--- “Tell Carrie: this thing keeps poking me.” He directs your attention to his hip where a loose buckle on his costume pressed into his side.

“Yes, Mr. Christensen!” You urgently took a photo with your camera and ran across the set to the changing rooms. Holding a beaded dress, a woman in all black twirled a pen, “Turn for me.” She directed a young woman who held her arms out. “Ok, put this one on and we’ll see how it flatters you.” She offered her the beaded dress and turned around. “Y/n! Quiet as a mouse, as always.”

You raised a small smile, “It’s Mister Christensen.”

“Hm, cat and mouse.” She'd only hear him call you 'mouse', thinking it was a cute name in regard to your quiet nature. You showed the photo of his wardrobe malfunction, “That won’t do.”

Before you both could head his way, your phone began to ring. “Yes, sir!”

He sipped from his water bottle, “Y/n, where are you?” He asked rather curiously, looking around with the phone to his ear.

“With Miss Carrie!”

“Come here.” He said as if reminding you where you were. “We start in fifteen.”

Carrie rolled her eyes playfully and began to walk towards the main set. “Cat and mouse…”

You followed her, still holding a bag of any immediate necessities that Hayden might need as well as your planner with his complete schedule and routines. “There you are.” He sighed and showed Carrie the malfunction. She took a needle and sealed off the side before adjusting the metal prong.

Hayden stared at you, a small squint. You looked around and then back at him, “Me? Do you want to see your planner?”

“Hm. No. Just read it off to me.” He sighed as the woman checked him for any other malfunctions.

“For today?” You flipped through your neat notes, “I’ll get your lunch and then we leave here at two.” You followed him to a hand washing station, “Matt will drive you to the house and you’ll have an interviewer come at four.” His expression faltered into something tense, “It’s written.”

“How much do these people need to know?” He laughed and took a towel from your hand. The man dried his palms and gave it back to you.

“I think they’re happy to see you back as Anakin.” You followed him with a smile.

He said nothing at first as he took his place on set. “Them or you, Mouse?” You scratched the back of your hand and turned away from him; your cheeks flushed at the name. It sounded different coming from his mouth, especially when he wore that smirk.

A few nights ago

Hayden chuckled as you kneeled at the table, your knees pressed in the rug as you dirtied the gown that hugged your body. You threw back a shot and stared at the young woman across the table from you; light caught on your collar and shone in her eye. Hayden pats your cheek and tightens the loose collar. “Look’a’that. It matches your dress this time.”

“Give me your hands.” He wrapped his belt around your wrists and secured them together.

This had to be some form of a humiliation ritual: this game you ended up playing once every few months. You pressed your lips on the other side of the glass, your noses crossed as you lapped up alcohol. Her tongue slid across yours each time, your lips mingling as the bitter alcohol burned your throat. This game is a team effort and you both are on the same team, so it was only right that your entire focus was on her (and pleasing your boss, Hayden).

Hayden held your hair back as your lips brushed against hers. “C’mon, Y/n!” He’d bet money on you. Not a lot but well over his means for the night. You still had another drink to finish and the team of girls beside you weren’t willing to spare you both.

His legs were on either side of your body as he leaned over you, holding your head down into the glass. You finished it quickly and he guided your head by your hair to the next drink: two separate bowls of vodka + soda. Your teammate took a moment to catch her breath and drank from a bottle of water.

Hayden watched you take small laps of the drink, “Don’t be modest, mouse.” A drunken edge to his tone as he pulled at your collar and pushed your head lower. If you were wearing panties, they’d be soaked by now. The “referee” watched as you slurped from the top greedily; your false eyelashes faltered from their correct position and your bound wrists rest behind your back.

You continued to drink and before you knew it, Hayden pulled your head up to face him. “Good girl!” His lips embraced yours messily as the group around you cheered. “Bashful little thing.” He took another sip of his drink while you squinted in the limelight. He pulled the glass from his lips, “Mouse.”

He chuckled as the wallet from his pocket fell out. “Pick it up.” He’s inescapable. No matter if you were on the clock or off. You found yourself serving him like a pet. At least it was less humiliating in places like this where you’d find many others doing the same things. Your tongue brushed the floor as you took the wallet between your teeth and settled the leather on his thigh.

A sadistic smile crossed his lips as he took his beer bottle from earlier and let it roll between a few people until it was a far enough distance for you to chase. “Go fetch.” Mindlessly, you found yourself crawling to the bottle as it rolled further. A few guests stopped their touching and tasting of each other to observe your obedience. You took the neck of the bottle into your mouth; loose dirt dirtied the side as you held it tightly in your warm mouth. The rim pressed deep in your mouth as it tried its best to leave your mouth.

Hayden waved two fingers down and you sat beneath him on your feet, your hands still behind your back as he raised a single finger up. You raised your chin higher and straightened your posture. “You’re sucha’ good listener. I’m so proud of you.” He directed your head down and you placed the bottle on the floor at his feet. “It must feel so nice to be a good girl.” You couldn’t control yourself as you rocked from side to side. Not unlike a dog. The attention slowly was drawn off your excited body as time passed. Your breathing sped up as he brushed a hand over your hand nipples in a ghostly manner. “You did something new, didn’t you?” His softened blue eyes stared into yours, “You shared.” Enthusiastically, you nodded and took his thumb into your mouth.

He used his thumb to pull your jaw down; the pad of the digit pressed on your piercing. “I think it’s time to get you back to our room.”

a/n: this has been in my drafts since I started my account (a month)

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[potter-solomons]

I want to burrow so deep into his coat that he starts to wear me every day.

[popipopipopipopipo000]

Je suis desolé doc

[xaviever]

dear :( partner :( in :( life :(

[evanpetersbf]

he’s so kissable he deserves all the smoochies

I just wanna smooch all over his face :(

[kittpunk144]

‼️‼️‼️‼️LEONARDO TRAINING ANIMATION‼️‼️‼️‼️

-Little animation warm up, I don’t usually finish my animations as well I lose motivation quickly after! But do enjoy anyway!!!-

[martha-oi]

[navybrat817]

My daughter while we were at dinner: "Guess what, Mama?"

Me: "What, sweetie?"

My daughter: "Dada got you TWO perfumes for Christmas."

Me: "...Is that right?"

My hubby: "... Didn't I tell you NOT to tell her?!

My daughter: "I didn't tell her WHAT perfumes you got. She doesn't know the names or what they smell like. It's still a surprise. She'll be surprised."

[anccaku]

Aahhhh, he’s so pretty!

[lukiifer]

judas tree flowers🖤