#Sit-in-Kajaks

[found-wings]

for songs- instead of being happy and loving the world let me suggest little talks for codebreakers specifically in the code phil au after he's lost most of who he is through their continuous experiments ^-^ most of it I think fits but the bridge Especially so in the most heartbreaking way possible ow I love this song - 💿

After seeing this recommendation, I started listening to it on loop for a little while and you have me sold, I will be adding it to the playlist post in a moment because RAAH ( at least I assume it‘s the Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men, KAJAK )

Especially the beginning lyrics have me so???? ITS SO GOOD

The beginning lyrics being in connection to Phil not feeling safe in his own, almost abandoned home and Etoiles offering to be there for him, being a guiding hand whenever possible and protect him from what‘s to come. How much it hurts for Etoiles to see his friend being broken down from day to day, visit to visit.

Moving to Phil isolating himself, the „old voice“ could be in relation to the Federation breaking his mind apart with each visit. Making him doubt himself the more — or the less — he knows because he can‘t tell apart anymore what is real and what isn‘t, especially when it comes to his relation to the other Islanders and the Feds. Etoiles being there to remind him of everything good and that he is still there, Phil is still himself and that will never change no matter if he‘s a partial code, no matter how much the Federation messes with him.

„You‘re gone, gone, gone away, I watched you disappear

All that‘s left is a ghost of you

Now we‘re torn, torn, torn apart, there‘s nothing we can do

Just let me go, we‘ll meet again soon

Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around“

THIS???? I AGREE SO HARD, this especially gives me vibes of Etoiles watching what is practically a shell of the Philza he once knew, entirely broken by the Feds. Their once deep, trust bound connection hanging on by just a thread and threatening to be entirely torn away from each other - but Etoiles refuses to let go, he refuses to let the Federation take his friend away from him like this as if he‘s nothing more than just a mere toy for them.

ALTERNATIVELY this also gives me the idea of a particular bad ‘fixing‘, where Phil goes missing for far longer than any other time. Phil sitting within a small, almost cell like room and feeling like this is it. The others will never notice or care for his disappearance again, won‘t ever try and get him back and the only reminders of his friends — family — being the small memories of them that the Federation so gracefully allowed him to keep. He‘s ready to just.. let go.

And Etoiles has had enough at that point, leading to an eventual break out for Phil from the hands of the Federation once he has enough info. There‘s a couple of other people tagging along and just imagine Etoiles breaking open a door and just seeing Phil right there — even if still separated by either reinforced metal bars or glass, just wishing for Phil to hold on.

Silly idea that randomly popped into my head, anyways AJAKKA

General consensus :

Very big vouch, will be adding it to my playlist pile and rattle it aggressively around

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[kocham]

Turns out its not like i dont like sports, its just that i don't enjoy gyms

[kumzume]

something sweeter than chocolate ft bakugou katsuki

wc. ~1.5k

warnings. gender-neutral!reader, bakugou + hand k¡nk LMFAO, cursing, overly specific facts ab katsuki, liberal use of italics, finger sucking, food play if u squint, cumming untouched (can u tell that’s like my fave thing ever), exhibitionism, public sex, brief voyeurism (??), uhh

an. this is legitimately the first fic i’ve finished in over 6 months so :) KAJAK I HOPE ITS GOOD, beta’d by the absolute loml @sourstars who saved this fic (and gave it a title!!) so obsessed w them muah <33

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bakugou katsuki hates a lot of things—traffic, overcooked calamari, loud dogs, failure, inadequacy, never being enough—but at the top of that list is you and your fucking hands.

it’s like you’re doing it on purpose, accessorizing with rings and jewelry to make him focus on the way your fingers curl and spread, licking and sucking whatever messy food you were eating that day off your palms, and offering him massages every chance you get, lithe digits pressing into every sore, knotted muscle leaving him pleasantly blissed out.

it was infuriating, you are infuriating and he has no idea what to do. sure, it’s not necessarily your fault that your hands and mannerisms are so distracting (in more ways than one), but it doesn’t make the situation any less difficult.

especially when you’re sitting in front of him at a cafe, fiddling with a napkin sitting on the table as you ramble on about some case or another while the two of you wait on your food, your storytelling skills leaving much to be desired with a little too much editorializing and fanfare (bakugou prefers to get straight to the part where he wins and everyone goes home but you’d rather enjoy the journey to get there).

you gasp when you reach the climax of your story, hands flailing about as you describe your dramatic villain chase and if bakugou’s being honest, he’s not paying an ounce of attention, hasn’t been since you sat down and started toying with the numerous pieces of jewelry littering your fingers, his eyes focused on the movement and his dick rapidly hardening in his pants.

huh?1?1??1

yeah, katsuki is hard and that is the reason he hates, absolutely hates, your hands.

he just can’t get the idea of those same hands wrapped around his throat, rings leaving dents and marks in the pale skin of his neck or your fingers resting heavy on his tongue, allowing him to suck and lick at them like you do when there’s a bit of sauce left on them after a messy meal.

there’s just something about them that he can’t get out of his head and it’s starting to become a bit of a problem, especially when you notice his discomfort as he attempts to adjust his dick in his jeans.

“‘suki? are you okay?” you ask with a grin, head tilted in amusement in a way that makes bakugou panic, hands sweating dangerously as he scoffs, turning his head away in embarrassment.

“of fuckin’ course, why wouldn’t i be?” he flushes, the tips of his ears and cheeks turning pink.

your smile only spreads in mirth, hands (those fucking hands) cupping your face while you gaze at him, your thumb absentmindedly rubbing your lower lip. he wonders how soft they are, if they taste like that strawberry chapstick you love so much or maybe the overly sweetened latte you’ve been sipping on since arriving at the restaurant. katsuki, distracted, hopes his own aren’t chapped, suddenly wishing he’d stolen some of mina’s lip balm on the off chance that you want to press your lips to his or, even better, your fingers against his mouth and—

the waiter places his vegetable omelette (mushrooms and spinach only, with only a pinch of goat cheese folded in, no more, no less) down in front of him, the delicious smell wafting up into his face, successfully knocking him from his thoughts, only for him to notice you’ve been staring at him all along with that same fucking smirk plastered across your smug face.

a plate is set down in front of you, along with a set of silverware, your flaky, buttery chocolate croissant of choice glistening under the warm lights and fortunately distracting you from tormenting him any longer as you dig in.

katsuki doesn’t mean to watch you so closely—he should be digging into his own food! after all, he’s been looking forward to this omelette for a week—but the way you gracefully pick up your fork and knife and carefully dismantle the layered treat in front of you has him completely preoccupied, his pupils blown and utensils limp in his hands.

you seem to notice him staring (it would be hard not to, what with his extremely intense gaze directed straight at you) and motion your head towards your plate. “did you want a bite ‘suki?”

he has no idea what compels him to nod instead of protest, but internally he’s screeching unintelligibly as you put down your silverware and pick up a piece of chocolate covered dough with your fingers, reaching the piece out to him expectantly.

“oi, use your fuckin’ fork dumbass,” katsuki drawls, hoping you don’t pick up on the heat in his face or the tremble of his voice. he picks up his own spoon, jutting his chin out for you to place the treat there for him to taste.

instead, you shake your head before holding the piece out more firmly, your face entirely passive—if not for the amused quirk of your eyebrow and your lips tilting up at the corners.

you mean… you expect him, bakugou “lord explosion murder god dynamight” katsuki to eat out of your fucking hands?

bakugou’s crimson eyes widen exponentially, his gaze dropping down to the thick, milk chocolate oozing from between your fingers, trailing down the curve of your hand to pool in your palm and staining the silver of your rings, katsuki’s now fully hard cock twitching against his thigh.

it’s irrational, the way he wants to suck your fingers from tip to base, the way he wants them curling against the roof of his mouth or pressing against the back of his tongue, the way he hopes you’ll hook your fingers into his cheek, prying them open to spit right into his open maw.

it’s irrational but it’s also all he wants at this moment, more than anything, despite being seated in the crowded cafe, his baseball cap “disguise” doing nothing to hide his broad frame and platinum hair that indicates just how big of a deal he is.

unknowingly—and entirely unintentionally—katsuki leans forward, red eyes trained on yours as he opens his soft, pink lips to close around those fingers that have occupied his mind day after day, night after night, his whole body shuddering as the smooth taste of 85% cacao hits his tongue.

lids sliding shut, bakugou gets to work cleaning you up, soft moans he never thought he’d make escaping in the small space around your fingers as his tongue flicks around your hand, the bitter metallic tang of your jewelry only adding to his pleasure of finally, finally getting what he wanted from you.

it’s better than he imagined, his erection throbbing uncontrollably beneath the table. he has half a mind to palm at it but the other part of him, the more depraved, debauched side, wants to see if he can come just like this, your fingers now caressing the inside of his mouth as he laps at them eagerly.

katsuki’s hips twitch a little at the thought, a muffled groan slipping from him while he commits to memorizing the pressure on his tongue, the taste of pastry and chocolate and you in his mouth, and the sparks that go off behind his eyelids as he humps the open air.

the coil that is rapidly tightening in his gut scares him, frightens him really because you haven’t even properly touched him and he’s on the verge of cumming in his pants like an idiot, inexperienced teenager, but he’s never felt like this before with anyone. never felt such intense pleasure just by being around someone, never been so easily distracted by anyone, never been so comfortable around someone to let them get him off in the middle of a restaurant just by them pressing the pads of their fingertips against the back of his tongue.

which just so happens to be what you just did, his eyes shooting open as he gags around you, a surprised whine falling out of swollen lips. katsuki’s eyes fall to the wrecked look on your face, the press of your thighs, and your hand in his mouth and his cock throbs once, twice, three times before he’s spilling cum into his (limited edition, all might) boxers with a long, drawn-out wail of your name.

he slumps back into his chair as he comes down from his high, your fingers tangling once more with his tongue drawing a quiet whimper out of him before withdrawing completely, a thin string of his saliva connecting the two of you together.

“hm,” you hum, wiping away the mess on your palms with a napkin, “i think we should get out of here, don’t you think? i’m not-“ you pause, looking up at him through your lashes, the blatant desire gleaming in your eyes making bakugou’s tired length give a soft twitch in his jeans “-hungry anymore.”

without letting him respond, you stand, throwing down a handful of bills on the table, ignoring the looks of shock, disgust, and lust the other patrons are giving the two of you as you tug katsuki up as well.

“next time, i want you cumming inside me instead, what do you think?” you fiddle with your rings for a second, a genuine smile stretching across your face and bakugou thinks that maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t hate your hands after all.

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[ptersparkers]

Can you do a fluffy drabble with #12 and #73

#12: “I’m pregnant.”

#73: “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

from the ‘build your own blurb’ prompt list. also i’m sorry this made no sense kajakal.

add yourself to my taglist!

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After a really long time pining for one another, you had the courage to ask Peter on a date and felt more than relieved and thrilled that he had said yes. You were a blushing, stuttering mess and that’s when Peter fully understood your crush on him and how it resembled his crush on you.

Everyone saw it coming. MJ was the first one to sense your feelings for him and Ned was the first one to sense his feelings for you. Aunt May didn’t say much, but she knew that you were on his mind because of how he talked about you. Tony didn’t know who you were, per say, but knew that someone had captivated Peter’s attention and he was all for a budding teenage romance (as long as it didn’t hinder his patrol duties).

It was now seven weeks into your relationship but since you two had been friends since middle school, it felt exactly the same, only with kisses and cuddles. Your dynamic didn’t change; neither of you felt awkward around each other and neither of you were too scared to say what was on your mind.

Only, Peter always got flustered if you were in a swimming suit or half naked.

“It’s just a body,” you’d always say.

He’d roll his eyes. “Yeah, I know that, but it still doesn’t cover the fact that my girlfriend’s hot.”

You’d always laugh and he would reassure you that you would always be beautiful to him. Your body, to him, was not only the hottest he had ever seen (he often reminded you of your beauty), but it was also what made you specifically you. Peter always argued that you would never be the person you are today, even if you were thinner or thicker. To you, it always felt like he was picking up your insecurities and putting them in a place where you could never find them.

And you preferred it that way. With Peter, you didn’t have those insecurities.

So the first time you wore a bikini around him, Peter was definitely a blushing mess. You were too busy talking to Aunt May with shorts and a sheer t-shirt on in the apartment’s community pool to notice Peter behind you. The shirt was sheer and white, which led Peter to let his eyes linger on your semi-exposed back and sunflower yellow bikini.

Aunt May told you both she’d be running out to run errands and meet up with an old friend for coffee before you took your shirt off, revealing a somewhat tight bikini that left almost nothing left to the imagination. Did you do it on purpose? You let Peter ponder that question.

“Peter, get in the damn water,” you said after a few minutes of Peter lounging on the pool chair on his phone. He made the mistake of looking up and saw beads of water and sweat mix on your skin, which only emphasized your assets. He gulped and nodded, trying not to think of naughty thoughts to make you uncomfortable and slipped into the pool.

All was almost forgotten because you both had spent time playing around and talking about things absentmindedly when he suggested you two go back up because your skin was pruning. You were wrapped in your towel, dry from the sun and sitting on the pool chair when Peter suggested you both head back inside.

He left to grab the two of you some lemonade May had made the day before and saw you curled up in his bed like times before, but he couldn’t see the straps of your bikini and raised his eyebrow.

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“What?” you asked, confused. You lifted the covers and remembered what you were wearing. “No, I’m wearing a tube top and shorts.”

“Oh,” Peter said, blushing.

“But if you wanted me to get naked, I could do that,” you joked.

“N-No! I mean, not now. I mean, whatever you’re comfortable with.”

You chuckled at his shy demeanor and motioned for him to give you the glass of lemonade, which you downed pretty quickly. After a moment of silence, Peter sat down and you put your head on his chest.

“I’m pregnant,” you said outloud.

“Wait, you’re what?”

“I’m pregnant,” you said, whining at how bloated you felt. “I probably inhaled my weight in pool water and I literally feel like there’s a baby inside of me.”

Peter chuckled at your antics and kissed the top of your head, reaching for your hand to intertwine them with his. He was glad you weren’t pregnant at your age, but he couldn’t help but think about the loving future you two had together.

[happystrawberry1998]

22 questions

Ahh what an honor, thank you so much for tagging me , Meg @skamamoroma <3

Name/Nickname:  Marie.   Mariechen, Motte

Zodiac sign: Aquarius <3

Height: 170-173 cm

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Last thing I googled: are there vegan cornetti in Italy (I should have checked on Saturday lol)

Favorite Musician/ s: Definitely Green Day and Vance Joy. But I also like Dean Lewis

Last song I listened to: Lord Huron- Meet me in the woods

Song stuck in my head: Buon Viaggo of course

Followers: I usually never post anything, yesterday was an exception because of the convention in Milan, I normally just like and reblog stuff but I still managed to get 91 lovely followers so thank you lovelies

Following: 471 ( I love tumblr :D)

Amount of sleep: I have a hard time falling asleep but once I am asleep I can sleep for 10 hours straight. Normally though between 7-8

Lucky number: 11

What I am wearing: Red and white striped pj pants and my shirt from Albuquerque, New Mexico as my pj’s tonight :-)

Dream job: English teacher

Dream trip: Visit Cape Town again. To this day the most beautiful city I have ever been to. Nothing beats paragliding over the Table Mountain or seeing wild dolphins and penguins while in a kajak. Would do it again in a heartbeat.

Favorite food: Pasta and chocolate

Instruments: None, that’s so embarrasing...

Languages: German, English, the basics of Norwegian and currently learning Italian because I am moving to Rome in 10 days

Favorite songs: Riptide-Vance Joy,   Losing my Religion-REM,   Revolution-Tracy Chapman and every single song of Ultimo

Random fact: I love sitting in a subway and watching the other  train on the opposite track slowly approaching. The headlights slowly creeping closer. It’s so weird, but I love it

Aesthetic: Boys in oversized sweaters.

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