#drabble babble

[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.

[strungnews]

Thinking about having a one sided rivalry with Mark but only YOU hate him and he doesn’t know jack shit. You just develop this malice towards him that keeps building and building for no damn reason, then it bursts when he turns out to be a good guy. And fuck, maybe you’re falling for him?

He’s all awkward smiles and clammy palms when you go to shake it, he’s confident but a geek at heart so he doesn’t know what to even do with you or himself. The forced proximity is soul crushingly painful but you grit through it, trying to be nice because even though he is your “rival” you have manners.

Then it escalates when you’re left alone with him, and he brings up the only topic he knows to talk about which is that damn Seance dog. Of course you knew about it. Hell, you were a big fan of it! But then people started to spread the word and popularize it, being all stuck up and ungrateful to the comic artists whenever an issue was yet to be released.

Thats why you hated him, thats why you competed with him. Because you were a gatekeeper.

But like a christmas miracle, he just keeps on giving and surprising you. Many points are given that you agree with, and suddenly you’re dumping all this information on him and he looks like a jolly kid opening their presents on christmas morning.

“Exactly! The people just don’t get it like you and I do,” Mark feels a bit lighter now that the tension between the two of you has snapped. Although he wasn’t even sure why there was one in the first place.

“Right? I don’t even know why I hated you.” He laughs along with you, sighing in content. Before he pauses and relays your words back in his head.

“Wait, you hate me?”

[rivalfortune5768]

Whoops whoa look at that

We wrote something for the first time in quite awhile!

We did put content warnings on it please look at them if you click this!

[twcfaces]

"If every politician and government agent in Gotham spent one night at Arkham, we'd see prison reform overnight.

Harvey rinses the soap from his hair under the weak spray of water from the showerhead.

"I mean it. Cram them all in here for one night and watch them cry for basic human decency. You can't even take a piss around here without supervision."

"Like I'm supervising you right now?"

Officer Cash has had a relatively uneventful day. This is just another part of the regular daily ordeal.

Harvey washes behind his ears. Ear.

"Right." he nods.

"I think you're right and all, Harvey, but I don't want to supervise a bunch of out of shape white guys pissing their pants."

"You don't think that would be at least a little satisfying?"

The water dies down to a trickle. It's on a timer, five minutes, max.

"We can talk hypotheticals when you're not buck-ass naked. Grab a damn towel."

Strangely enough - or typically enough - Harvey has half a grin on when he dries off.

[ecstasyhighway]

gang wait hear me out hear me out… abby strap game goes CRAZYYYY likee….she will leave you so beyond fucked out like WAITTT IMMA COOK (its 5am and this is rotting my brain rn, i saw a vid on twt and i lost it a bit)

you have been face down in your pillows for hours, abby’s pace not even slowing down for a second. you’re rambling on about nothing you’re so cock drunk you cant even think straight. her hands on your waist, pulling you closer to her “baby uhmf ohhmygodd please” you hear her chuckle behind you “whats wrong huh? can’t take it? awww my poor baby” she pounds into you harder, the pornographic sounds of skin slapping and moans from both of you fill the room “y’wanna cum?” you cant even speak clearly the only thing that leaves your mouth are cries of agreement. “i need words babygirl” she grabs your hair to pull you up to her so she can hear you “yesyesyesyes please let me cum please” her pace stutters, the base of her strap continuously rubbing her sensitive clit “ufhm fuh-fuck, go ahead baby you can cum” she snakes one of her hands down to your clit to rub circles on it. your vision goes white and you swear you see stars as you cum, you get a sensation you haven’t gotten before that familiar knot in your stomach feels tighter, you feel abby stop and hear her breathing heavily, as shes coming down from her own orgasm “holy shit did i make you squirt oh fuck” she laughs slightly in astonishment. you cant even form a comprehensive thought, you are so beyond fucked out you can’t even respond to her. “oh baby c’mere” abby picks you up and takes you to the bathroom to clean you up so that you can go to sleep.

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GANGGG GANGG AM I A WHORE GANG I NEED HER HELP ME (this is terrible i am sleepy asf and its not proofread but i needed to put this shit out 🔥)

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

i had ONE anon ask me about him ages ago and i’m tired of holding this in!

CW: kinda undertones of fwb, unprotected p in v, pet names, love confession

Will’s laid back, arms resting behind his head, eyes stuck on you as he watches you work his cock. Each downward stroke taking him in far enough to feel him later.

Your face is twisted so beautifully, mixed with pleasure and determination. It's all so sincere, so different from the usual quick moments you share, your hands resting against his neck, clit swiping against his pelvis.

And when you go slow, rolling your hips, letting him feel every inch of you. Will bites his cheek, groaning, his hands gripping your hips.

"There y'go," he praises. "You - fuck, you feel good."

"Thank you," you moan out, and he groans. That phrase is new in your vocabulary, and he's so thrilled to hear it. Finally teaching you the sweeter you are, the more you get.

You whine as the tip of his cock finally rubs against your sweet spot. It's hard for you to find on your own, but Will knows it like the back of his hand. He knows you, like the back of his hand.

"You're so big," you cry. "Wanna belong to you, make me yours."

Will’s quick to lean upward, his hands leaving a bruising grip on your hips, his lips hovering in front of yours.

"Yeah? Go ahead and take it, honey. Be mine."

"I'm yours," you promise against his lips. You wrap your arms around him while you keep grinding. Resting your forehead against his. Voice so soft, he could've missed it if he wasn't watching you. "Take care of me."

That's the second he broke, feeling the need to promise. Hold you, care for you, make you his pretty little wife. "I will baby," he gasps, his hands pull you closer.

"Gonna take such good care of you, I promise. I love you, you’re so good to me, so pretty- fuck,"

"You love me?"

"I love you," he repeats, and you smash your lips against his. His cock twitches inside of you and he pants while his tongue slips into your mouth.

"Want you to cum. Inside, please," you moan. "Show me you love me."

[crguang]

this jane doe thing wouldn’t leave my mind so here it is

when making out with jane in a dark alley at midnight is a regular occurrence but that’s the only time you ever see her because she refuses to cross the imaginary line she’s drawn that would put the both of you in deep, deep trouble

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“What’s a pretty one like you doing out here at such a late hour?”

Jane presses you up against the wall with a playful smirk and effortlessly corners you to the dark, cramped space of the narrow alley near Random Play, the video store where you usually can be seen wandering around after sunset. She takes up all the room in your personal bubble with her chest flushed to yours and her nimble fingers firmly gripping your wrist, pinned to the rough brick wall like the rest of you. Her tail teasingly slithers up your torso, brushes over your collarbones then wraps around your other wrist to completely incapacitate you. You’re at her mercy, a prey caught in the palms of deft hands, and she is everywhere; caging you in, her presence is anything but as oppressive as it should be because those clear blue eyes are taking you in with obvious delight, quickly flitting over your facial features before settling on your parted lips, the remnants of your surprise.

It’s just a little over midnight, the streetlights don’t fully reach the place you both find yourselves in and so you can only see some parts of Jane’s body pressed close to you. The darkness does nothing to dim the life in her eyes, however. They glimmer with satisfaction at the compromising position you both find yourselves in and your total lack of struggle against your restraints.

“Clearing my mind with a walk,” you easily answer her previous question with a half-truth that she catches on immediately, if her widening smirk is anything to go by.

Two manicured fingers tilt your chin upward to meet her gaze. With her platform boots on, she towers slightly over you and doesn’t shy away from using her height as a weapon to corner you into submission. Jane doesn’t do things directly, never really tells you what to do, she simply takes away all of your options until the only one left is what benefits her most.

“Oh, really?” She plays along with your white lie and lightly drags a sharp nail across the underside of your chin. “There must be quite a lot in that cute head of yours to wander the streets at midnight.”

You smile. “Just you.”

The corners of Jane’s eyes crinkle with pleasure at your blatant flirting.

“Besides,” you continue, “this neighborhood’s pretty safe.”

“You sure?” Jane moves even closer to you, her warm breath just barely grazing the skin of your cheek. Some strands of dark hair caress your face as she leans in until her painted lips brush your earlobe with every spoken syllable, and her voice lowers to a sultry, confident purr. “After all… I’m right here. And I happen to have caught a helpless little bird.”

Her tail suddenly tightens around your wrist while the tip leisurely traces the life line of your palm. An air of cold danger laces her otherwise vague words, you feel the hairs on the back of your neck rise in response. Her tongue swiftly wets her upper lip. You’re brusquely reminded of all that you don’t know about her, the missing puzzle pieces that could complete your portrait of Jane Doe— this enticing mirage who disperses into the wind when approached too closely. But for all her mysteries, the woman before you is made up of little quirks and preferences unique only to her, and those are enough for your desire to know more to simmer hotly in the pits of your belly.

“You wouldn’t hurt me, would you, Jane?”

You both know that’s a question you can answer yourself. Jane’s airy laughter tickles your ear. She leans back to look at you, purposely grazing your cheek in a feather-light kiss as she does.

“And risk ruining this pretty face? C’mon, I would never.” Her forefinger runs down the column of your neck, its nail against your throat, and it stops above your hammering pulse. “Don’t believe me? Your heart’s racing… I can smell it on you, you know.”

As if to illustrate her point, her head dips to the crook of your neck and her nose presses close to your skin. Your breath hitches, your head tilting to the side almost unconsciously to give her better access to your body. Jane makes a show of inhaling long and slow, filling her lungs with the scent of you, then she releases it all in a warm exhalation over your pulse point. Your stomach clenches pleasantly at the sensation.

“Oh, maybe I’m mistaken,” the tip of her nose slowly travels to the junction between your shoulder and neck, each word spoken directly into your skin, “it’s not fear, but something much more intoxicating…”

She inhales a second time, quieter, and breathes out in a manner she means composed but that is underlined with the one trait she refuses to show you.

“And what’s that?”

In an instant too quick to compute, Jane’s lips are brushing yours with her next reply and the blazing heat of her stare fans the desire within your veins. “Something you probably shouldn’t feel for someone like me.”

“Why not?”

You think there’s a hint of something wry and cloudy in the sky of her eyes, past the playfulness and self-assurance. “Might not end well for you.”

“Already thinking about the end? I thought we were having fun.”

“Everything’s fun until you get cut.”

A warning that you readily ignore. You lean impossibly closer, sharing her breath for a suspended moment, and capture her parted lips in a gentle kiss. It’s soft and chaste, lasts only a second, and you’re pulling away before she can reciprocate.

“I don’t mind playing with knives,” you murmur into her mouth.

“…Foolish,” Jane smiles. Her tongue darts out to swipe over your bottom lip to the corner of your mouth, putting a name to the sweetness she briefly caught a taste of in your kiss. “You shouldn’t eat chocolate so late at night. It’s bad for your teeth.”

You let her change the subject, pretending to buy her deflection. “Says the one whose entire diet consists of instant noodles and energy bars.”

“Heh, touché. I never claimed to be an example to follow.”

“I’ll follow you anyway.”

The charged words leave you automatically but you stand your ground, unblinking. Jane’s reaction comes a few seconds too late for it to be fully genuine; her pupils constrict in a flash, her smile briefly wavers at the left corner, and her tail grips you tighter for just a second— then her eyelids droop flirtatiously and she’s chuckling in amusement, her free hand cupping your cheek. She strokes it using her thumb, right over the dark eye bags etched on your skin.

“Are you trying to get into my pants? Right here in this dark, cramped alleyway? How naughty~”

If she notices your dampening enthusiasm, she says nothing. It’s hidden behind your irises, a light flickering shut like something she can’t take back, and she feels some genuine part of you slipping through her fingers. It’s too bad, it’s what she likes most about you. And if that does anything to her, she doesn’t show it. Jane clings onto what is left, this game of knowing cat and willing mouse you’ve been playing for months now, and does what she’s good at: meaningless seduction.

“Careful what you wish for, pretty bird…” she mutters, “I just might give you what you want.”

She steals your next reply with a firm, insistent kiss. Her lips meld with yours and she swallows the muffled sound of surprise that escapes you, her body now completely flush to yours. You’re trapped between her soft form and rough brick, her callused fingers over your pulse, her tail absentmindedly caressing the skin of your wrist and the lines of your palm. The tip traces the short bones of your fingers, one by one, while Jane kisses your lips as if they hold answers she’s afraid to hear but long to anyway. Her fingertips tentatively slide upward, over your palm and between your own until your fingers are laced together against the wall. She exhales into your mouth and her breath is yours, it sits on your lungs like something precious before you give it back to her just as readily. Her tongue runs across the seam of your lips then eagerly pushes past them to swirl around yours. You chase the invading muscle for some time, neither of you caring for the telltale sounds of locked lips the breeze carries into the deserted alley. Heat rushes to your chest and spreads to your guts in such a pleasant, familiar way you can’t help the faint moan that tumbles from your mouth directly into hers.

“Already… mmh… making those cute sounds for me?”

Jane means to tease but can barely pull away from you long enough to utter this sentence. You can’t respond even if you wanted to, she’s unrelenting in her assault and fills each of your senses with her presence. She’s impossible to ignore and would be even more difficult to escape were you not exactly where you want to be.

“Mnh, ah,” you pant hotly between kisses, “relax… m’not going anywhere…”

“Oh, I’m not worried about that.”

You barely contain a squeak when her strong hands lift you up by the thighs and hold you pinned to the wall, her grip tight. Your legs close around her waist and you’re finally free to link your arms around her neck to bring her infinitely closer. Jane tilts her chin and parts her lips wider, capturing your lips once more. Her kisses are deep and urgent like she’s running out of time or indulging in a treat she rarely gets to taste. Her tail brushes your shoulder, your cheek, your nape; it never strays far from you. You roll your hips, seeking relief from the growing throb between your thighs, and Jane smirks against your mouth.

“Need something?” Her kisses move to your jaw and down to the crook of your neck, nipping at the skin with sharp teeth and leaving her mark near your racing pulse.

“Yes,” you reply breathily and cup both of her cheeks to pull her in another kiss. “Need you.”

“Ooh… say that again.”

Lust clouds your minds and you both forget yourselves for a moment that seems to stretch on for an hour, in a back alley of a narrow street darkened by the midnight hour. Jane kisses you and you return each one with simmering passion you’re unable to express with words in fear she scurries away somewhere you can’t follow. Your body is warm despite the cool air and greedily seeks more of her firm touch, your hips grinding into her for the sweet friction it provides. Jane squeezes the back of your thighs and lets out a low moan against you.

“Hah… Jane…”

Just like that, her name on your tongue— so tender and needy— is a harsh return to reality. Jane withdraws from your lips, mouth wet and open, chest heaving, and you’re too slow to see the flash of panic in her hazy gaze as she lets go of your thighs and forces you to stand once more. Her eyes flit to the side and back to you like a cornered animal desperate for an exit, and she takes a step back while clearing her throat. The sudden loss of contact makes you blink rapidly. You lick the corner of your mouth where some of her saliva has gathered, your mind lost in a fog of confusion and desire.

“Um, are you okay?” You ask uncertainly, not knowing what to do with your hands now that she’s rejected you so brusquely. You wipe your palms on your thighs.

Jane adjusts her jacket and runs her fingers through her hair. “Yeah, of course.”

She seems to regain her composure quicker than you, a smug smile gracing her lips as she meets your gaze. Her skin is hot, her cheeks flushed, but she stands straight and confident while you’re still blinking the confusion out of your eyes. The air between you is made awkward in record time with your silence and her refusal to explain herself truthfully. She walks towards you and casually brushes some hair out of your face, her familiar flirtatious tone back in her voice.

“You’re a mess,” she smirks, fingers trailing down the side of your face to lift your chin up, “and just after a few kisses too. I wonder how you’d look if I touched you properly…”

You’re getting whiplash from her hot-and-cold behavior, but you manage a reply, “Come over and find out.”

Jane clicks her tongue. “Sorry, I still have some stuff to take care of. But I’d feel bad if I didn’t at least walk you home, it’s pretty late. Don’t want you roaming outside on your own.”

“Oh.” You slowly push her hand away and she lets it fall to her side then stuffs them both in her front pockets. “That’s not necessary. I don’t live far from here.”

She simply regards you for a moment, and you can just glimpse the reflective sheen of the walls she puts up around herself before she shrugs lightly and it disappears into the wind.

“If you say so.”

She usually insists until you cave in and quietly walk side by side down Sixth Street, the breeze in her hair and your eyes to the distant sky. This time though, she lets you off the hook without a fuss. Your chest feels heavy and you don’t dare to look at her, focusing on a discarded candy bar wrapper lying on the ground. Jane doesn’t let the tension reach a boiling point, she sighs contentedly and turns her back on you.

“I’ll see you around, then, pretty bird.”

She makes a farewell gesture with her index and middle finger and walks in the opposite direction of where you’re heading. Your hand curls into a fist. The rejection hurts even after you’ve told yourself this is simply how Jane is, the fondness that belies her teasing words doesn’t mean a thing, and neither does the vague sense of longing you sometimes can feel in her kisses. She’s Jane Doe, the closer you get, the less she gives. Clinging onto the person you catch fleeting glimpses of behind her carefully crafted mask is both pointless and ridiculous, you know that. And yet…

You’re too engrossed in your thoughts as you make your way back to notice the sharp eyes tailing you from a safe distance the entire walk home. When you shut the front door behind you and flick open the light in the entryway, Jane crosses her arms and leans on a nearby building, eyes glued to the warm glow of your transom window.

[lady-ashfade]

Keep Quiet, My Prince.

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Drunk!Lucerys Velaryon X Fem!Reader [Drabble]

╰･ﾟ✧☽ words: 479

╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: Short, Lukes First Time Drinking, He’s A Lovely Idiot, They Are In Love, Luke Being Drunk.

The giggles spilling from his lips when his feet tripped over themselves as you tug him along the halls of the hidden pathways. His hand grips tightly on yours even though they are moist and sweat covered. “Maybe-” he hiccups, “you’d like to share another drink?”

Rolling your eyes at the drunken prince you shake your head, “Lucerys, it’s time to rest now.” he whines like a pup and you’re sure he looks like one. Getting to the hidden door you push it open and let him step inside his chambers, but he stops just a few inches and waits for you. It startled you when you face him, his eyes staring right at you as his body sways to kept itself balance.

“Is something the matter?” your amused smirk does nothing to him, usually he hides in embarrassment when you tease him. But all he does is stare at you and take in every detail of your face, and a spark in his dazed eyes you’ve never seen before.

“I must say you are very beautiful,” his hands flys up to your cheek and poked at the skin, “have I ever said it before? Because when I look at you I feel nervous- Flies swimming around my stomach and my heart bounds.” when he leans a bit to the left you catch him with your arm.

He pushes you off slightly to walk away like his words didn’t make your blush and swoon, he’s never been confident enough to say much. Luke walks, sloppy, and takes his night shirt off the chair where he left it the morning before but his haste movements almost knock something off the table beside him. You rush to aid him and make sure nothing is broken or makes much noise.

“Keep quiet, my prince. We mustn’t let anyone hear you.” He just shrugs and takes off the formal shirt to replace it with his evening shirt, you look away from him as he does.

“Well, I do feel quite tired,” you go to reply until his hands tug at your own and pull you toward his bed, making you fall on the soft mattress with him with a huff.

“I shouldn’t stay-” you try to convince him to let you go but he pulls you into his warm embrace.

“Stay with me,” his nose hits yours, “i wouldn’t have the courage in the morning to look you in the eye, just let me be brave with you for a little longer?” He pleads his case with his grip still latched onto you, how could you say no to his puppy eyes.

“You’ll have me until the sun rises.” he grinned and moves to get more comfortable in bed, his body turned against yours and hugged you from behind. A few silent seconds later and he fell asleep with his nose buried in your neck.

[freak-like-meemy]

Jack Frost has a penchant for wild spirits—the ones who weave words like spells, paint dreams into existence, and lose themselves in the embrace of a story. He’s drawn to the brunettes who carry entire worlds in their minds, ink-stained fingers tracing the edges of fate itself. The ones who defy gravity, who ride atop giant winged beasts as if they were born to belong to the wind, chasing adventures no mere mortal dares to touch.

Perhaps it's their fire against his cold, their boundless imagination against his eternal solitude. He’s always been enamored with those who don't just see magic but create it. And in them, he finds a warmth even winter cannot steal.

Sidenote: This was absolutely fueled by thoughts of Jatherine and Hijack, naturally~

[immodestly-marina]

Paparazzi!Series *ੈ✩‧₊˚ Masterlist

In which Sam Winchester is an up-and-cumming pornstar, and you might just be his biggest fan. From watching his videos, to being a part of them, you won’t stop until that boy is yours!!

Paparazzi! (Part One of Paparazzi!Series)

Summary ➛ Sam makes porn to make ends meet at Stanford, and when he receives some satisfactory donations from a loyal fan, he sends an invite to a private session with @/fame_monstrr!

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Real Good, We’re Dancin’ In The Studio! (Part Two of Paparazzi!Series)

Summary ➛ You go to a frat party and spot “Tom”, but he doesn’t know you’re the one watching him and contributing to his tuition payments, shhh!

✧ ˚ 　· ✧˖*°࿐. More cumming soon..!

[hihhasotherfixations]

I’m thinking of Price coming home from deployment.

How he’d be so tired, forced to be ‘on’ 24/7, making decisions that could quite literally kill those he cares about in the blink of an eye.

How that eats away at him.

But when he comes home and sees you - gorgeous you - that weight slips off of him like blanket.

He can turn himself off, let the weight of what happened actually simmer and settle, process the things he saw and did. And you’d be there for him the entire time.

Little drabble below the cut 👇

“John.”

Your voice was so soft as you called for him, so gently speaking his name.

Humming from where he lay on top of you, his face buried in your chest, his arms tight around your waist while he lay between your legs, he let you know he heard.

“You should take off your boots.” Your voice had a teasing lilt as you spoke and the man could practically hear your smile. Yet instead of doing anything, he just grumbled non-committedly and tightened his arms around you.

Right now, he didn’t want to move. You were soft and warm and smelled of home.

Home.

A smell he hadn’t smelled for two months, his nostrils instead plagued by sweat, blood and gunsmoke. The things a simple laundry detergent can do to him…

At his lack of any kind of response, John felt you squirm slightly, most likely going to try to get him to take care of himself. But when you threatened to move your arms away from him, he buried his face deeper into your shirt. “Just stay with me for a bit, love. Yeah?”

Hearing his plea, simple but so desperate, you couldn’t help but melt, wrapping your legs around his own and holding him tighter. “Of course.” You whispered, burying your hand on the back of his head in his hair, scratching softly.

Later, he could clean up. Later, the actual thoughts and nightmares of the latest deployment would ghost through his head. Later, he could properly greet you and give you the husbandly treatment he always tried so hard to give.

But for now, he just needed you. Needed your arms around him and your presence by his side.

And stay by his side you did.

And once more, John Price wondered what in the bloody hell he did to deserve you in his life.

[spinecouture]

headcanons | sfw & nsfw ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

☆ daryl doesn’t hate bathing, he just hates being told to

☆ mommy issues (like when carol is all motherly towards him? oh, he just melts)

☆ would love back scratches

☆ generally vanilla, demisexual asf — more kinky during masturbation, i feel like he’s got some shame about it

☆ smoked weed before the outbreak, but never any hard drugs—was def a drinker, but tries to avoid it bc he is an angry drunk!!!

☆ shitty ass handwriting, often illegible lmao

☆ gets along better with women than men most of the time, i just feel like it’s easier for him to be himself around women (trauma be like 🤪)

☆ was probably bullied until merle showed him how to be the bully (“grow a pair, fight back!”)

☆ very observant with a good memory, tries to hold onto every detail he can

☆ definitely a gift giver once he knows what to give you, an acts of service kinda guy cus u know he can’t talk good

☆ is good with kids because he doesn’t wanna see anyone go through what he did, but def wouldn’t want kids of his own like that

feel free to add some of your own! i probably will as time goes on. i love my mans!!!!!

[rivalfortune5768]

We're posting on A03 now we guess??

Go follow us there?? this is weird for us but like, we're into it.

[dollyfetti]

꒰ ♡⠀　𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ₊˚ ♡

^ "study buddies" is the temporary (or maybe not, we'll see!) name for the bakugou series based on this post !! everyone mentioned below commented for a p2/series on that post but plz lmk if u wanna be added/removed!! ♡

࣪˖౨ৎ.˚ @kissfortulips @teeesthings @m-0ona @mimidonottouch @mersmoon @bunny-b34r @fluff-n-cookies @scarlett-witchh @l0vefanficti0n @blissin6s @harryzcherry @bakugouswh0r3

please send reqs of non-smut scenarios of these two sillies bc im in need of ideas </3 i want there to be sort of a slow burn between bkg + reader but u can def send sexual tension scenarios if you'd like!! im just gonna wait a bit to write smut for them :3

[ecstasyhighway]

yall hear me out on principal yaga…like idk i didn’t see it at first but whew….now?? i know his dick is big and heavy.

i just know if that man were to put his dick in your mouth it would be hard to take. and when i say he cums alot i mean like a fucking lot. thick creamy loads. like... when he is pumping his cock into ur cunt and he cums? its spilling out and you better not waste that shit cus he will fuck you again... definitely has a breeding kink when he saw you treating panda like your own son???? he KNEW he needed to get your pregnant. when i say his dick is big and heavy, i mean like 5 inches soft and maybe 6.5 inches hard, a vein on the side that hits all the right spots..girthy with a slight curve... slightly darker at the base with a tanish tip. circumcised definitely. groomed fairly well, definitely has a bush but he keeps it neat. his cum comes out in thick ropes...not tiny spurts i mean ROPES. probably salty with a creamyish color... OOOOUUU and i knowww that man eats pussy like its his last meal... diving into your cunt making you stay still as you squirm and leak on his chin... thick fingers pumping in and out of your leaky hole as he overstimulates you and you say "no more! s'to much" he tells you "you can take it you're being such a good girl f'me" JESUSSS I NEED THIS MANNNNN. NO AND HE MAKES LOVE BUT WHEN HE WANTS TO FUCK HES GONNA FUCK. when hes making love to you hes just giving you deep strokes (in missionary) his heavy balls hitting the plush of your ass as he thrusts into you telling you how good you are for him and how much he loves you. but when he fucks?? he fucks like he hates you... hes the principal of a very high stress school, having to deal with gojo and the higher ups and whatnot. so when i say he fucks? i mean he is hitting it from behind pushing your head into the mattress one leg propped on the bed while the other is one the floor so he can fuck into you harder. whew and when he wants to get you pregnant?? expect the meanest mating press ever. hes so big and tall. throwing your legs over his shoulders as he cums deep into your womb babbling about "gonna make you a mommy...you're so pretty. gonna be such a pretty mama to our kids" goes multiple rounds jus to make sure it takes. whew give this man the nastiest sloppiest head ever!!! hes groaning and gasping for air as you try to deep throat him. ONE TIME you wanted him to fuck your throat so you laid on the edge of the bed with your head hanging off his big cock enters your throat and he just goes hard bruising the back of your throat definitely. hes mean with it too. plugging your nose as he just stops and stays in your throat. he lovesss watching you struggle to breathe. he pulls out just to cum on your face and tits. anyways i need him

i scared my friend when i sent this to him 😁 it was just supposed to be a short little thing about how fine he is…something inside me just…snapped

[lilyandpad]

James sighed, “That…is a terrible idea.”

“And yet,” Sirius waved his hands around, smug as always, “You don’t deny my brilliance.”

“I deny it,” Peter muttered as he flipped through their potions textbook.

Suddenly, the door opened to the dormitory and Remus slammed it behind him, stalking towards Sirius, “You, are a fucking idiot.”

“You’re on your own mate,” James stage whispered as him and Peter rushed out of the shared space.