#talk to the bf

[degenerateshinji]

free my boy he did it all but i forgive him

[bunny-jpeg]

simon riley is buying the engagement ring after he got you inside after a night out at the bar. he heard your sweet little frustrated noises and your soft 'no's when he tried to give you water. and then refused to wear nothing but his xxl hoodie to bed because all other clothes were too "complicated" - whatever that meant.

eventually he got you settled into bed with promises of french toast in the morning - you wanted it now. and while he stayed up for a little bit more, he scrolled online for engagement ring options and wondered if he could measure your ring size while you were asleep beside him.

he couldn't remember, did you want a (lab-grown) diamond or a plain band? maybe when the hangover healed he'd ask you <3

[shouyuus]

lmao why do i feel like bakugo would be a sleep talker, and like a loud one -- none of that mumbling stuff that izuku sometimes does but like, yaps in his sleep, just little snippets --

"-- don't you dare --"

"-- nerd --"

"-- just g'na blow it up --"

"-- so lame, what're you even --"

"-- keep em safe --"

"-- get down! get down!"

"... love... don't go --"

"... love you --"

you greet him in the morning with a smile, a kiss, and a cup of coffee.

"you were talking in your sleep last night," you say, casual, peaking at him over the rim of your own steaming coffee mug. the frothed milk is sweet on your tongue.

katsuki flushes a bright red, his eyes cutting away.

"yeah, well... hope i didn't say anything weird or embarrassing."

you laugh, "no, nothing embarrassing. you were yelling for a bit --"

"oi --"

you wave him off with a grin, "but..." your eyes twinkle, "then you said some... some pretty sweet stuff so..."

at this, katsuki goes an even more impossible shade of red as he mumbles into his coffee cup --

"well yeah... at first i think i was... fightin' something but then... then i started dreaming 'bout --" he clears his throat, his scowl digging ever deeper between his brows, "'bout you."

[sugugori]

Jason Todd who does not play about his ex at all. Your break up was mutual, too many arguments, not enough communication. Though you still loved each other, you both knew it was for the best. At least for now, because he always knew he’d come back to you eventually. And while you two weren’t exactly on speaking terms, maybe a slight nod if you crossed paths in public (his heart tore open every time), he never misses a chance to watch you from afar. Everyday, if he can. He just needs to make sure you’re safe, he needs that. Doesn’t matter if you’re apart for 6 months or 2 years, that man is never moving on- it’s kind of pathetic. You’re the only person that matters to him, after all- it’s you or nothing.

Exes does not always mean the love is gone, it’s still very much there. In fact, the love is so strong it sits heavy on his chest and crushes his ribs each night he spends away from you. He wants what’s best for you, but he prays that it won’t be much longer until you’re back in his arms.

After a while though, he starts to get a bit impatient. Dropping hints that you two have been apart for far too long, and he’s ready to try again. Every run in you have in public, there he is with this long speech of how he’s healing and working on himself. He wants you back, bad. And yeah, he agreed to the break up but he didn’t really mean it. Wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up to your place distressed, after months of dancing around each other, begging for you to just come back home.

And don’t get me wrong, yes he has actually been working on himself- more than you know. Part of it is because he realizes he’s in desperate need of some good healing. But for the most part, it’s you. It’s always you, always going to be. His sole purpose of anything has always circled back to you. So, he fixes his attitude just enough, eats 3 square meals a day, tries real hard to say what’s on his mind. Because he realizes he can’t rush this if he hasn’t made any progress. But along the way, he also sort of realizes.. why can’t you two grow together?

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[monstersholygrail]

When you tell him "just the tip" but he's a tentacle monster so he proceeds to slam about a foot of his tentacle deep inside you before fucking you within an inch of your life.

[heavenbarnes]

this has actually driven me insane, thank you so much @abcdbleh 🫶🏼

as difficult as it was to believe, your older bf!simon was only human after all.

he was only a man.

and he wasn’t a young man- well, as young as he used to be. he moved a little slower and his back ached if he sat too long and half the music on the radio pissed him off.

he could keep up with the youngest of ‘em, he could probably still run rings around them. somehow, he managed to keep up with you- his pretty young thing.

it was you that was begging “no more!” when you’d already cum five times and he’s gearing you up for the next.

it was you that was complaining your thighs were sore cause you’d been riding him the better part of an hour, he’d cum twice and was expecting another before calling mercy.

it was you that was falling asleep whilst he was hip deep in you and mumbling a quiet “keep going, si” because he could go all night.

but there were just some things that’d never change.

when he was laid back on the couch, you were straddling his lap and your chest pressed to his as his tongue drove straight into your mouth.

your hands were running through his cropped hair as your hips rolled firmly against his with a pathetic little whine. simon’s hands moving from your waist to grip your ass and pull you harder into him.

making out like you were back in school, like an adult might catch you, like this was all you were going to get. he could feel the heat rising all over his body and he hadn’t even got your trousers off.

“so fuckin’ good for me, m’sweet”

you moaned into his mouth as his words got muffled on your tongue. your hands coming to cup his jaw as you felt the strong lines of it under your hand.

hips rolling messily, grinding yourself down on his hard cock that was barely confined in his trackies. you could feel his hands moving up your back, spreading across your shoulders and keeping you close.

you whimpered for him as your hips bucked into him.

“yours, simon- always yours”

there goes the floodgates.

simon tensed rock solid beneath you, his head tipping back against the arm of the couch as his jaw hung open. you could feel his hips spasming beneath you as you watched the look on his face.

fuck, you could watch this all day.

feeling a warmth spreading beneath you, hips still stuttering as your hands dropped to feel his abs clench beneath his hoodie.

“thats it, si- y’look so good”

against all odds, simon let out a desperate moan as his back arched and you felt another shot of warmth beneath you. your eyes felt hazy and your blood was rushing in your ears as you watched him come back down.

as if he hadn’t just cum in his pants like a fucking schoolboy, he lifted you back until you were pressed to the other end of the couch. pushing between your thighs, you could feel his breath through your clothes.

“si, please”

he chuckled, dark and right back in control- however, it wasn’t lost on you how he shuddered when his crotch brushed against the couch cushions.

“don’t think you’ve any idea just what you do t’me”

[godplskillmexd]

someone kidnapping me would fix me. i’m not joking. please get me out of here. please save me

[xoxojisu]

STILL HOLDING YOU!

synopsis: you've been scared of storms since you were a kid but katsuki's always got you.

notes: self-indulgent bc theres a big storm rn and i have headphones on under the blanket and NO KATSUKI </3

the thunder starts slow, like it’s creeping up on you.

you try to ignore it. try to tell yourself it’s fine, that you’re not a kid anymore, that it’s just noise.

but it doesn’t stop.

the rain gets harder, the lightning flashes closer, and the thunder starts snapping instead of rumbling, each crack feels like it’s aimed straight at your chest. like the world's yelling at you. it's angry, and it's all your fault.

you pull your blanket tighter around your shoulders to try to quell the anxiety pooling inside your heart and stomach.

it doesn’t help.

when the next thunderclap hits, sharp and sudden, your body flinches without meaning to. your breath stutters. your fingers curl too tight around the blanket.

you don’t realize you’re crying until your phone lights up with a message.

from kats!: you in ur room?

you blink through blurry eyes and text back a shaky yeah.

less than a minute later, there’s a knock.

then the door opens and he’s there, hoodie half-zipped, eyes scanning your face like he already knows. because he does. because ever since you were kids, when he first found out that thunder frightened you, he promised himself that he'd be there for you.

he shuts the door behind him.

“shit,” he breathes when he sees your hands shaking. “c’mere.”

you don’t even try to pretend. you just crawl into his arms.

he doesn’t tease you. doesn’t say a word about the tears or the fact that you’re curled in his lap like a little kid. he just pulls the blanket tighter around both of you and wraps his arms around your back.

you bury your face in his hoodie.

his heartbeat’s steady. slow. it comforts you to some degree.

when the next thunderclap hits, you flinch, but his arms are solid around you.

“breathe,” he says quietly. “'m right here. i got you.”

you nod against his chest.

“feels like everything’s mad at me,” you whisper, and it sounds stupid as soon as it leaves your mouth, but he doesn’t laugh. doesn’t brush it off.

he tucks his chin on top of your head.

“it’s not,” he says uncharacteristically soft. “’s just sound. just clouds bein’ dramatic.”

you let out a shaky breath.

“i’ll blow ‘em up if they keep messin’ with you.”

you laugh. it’s tiny and wet, but it’s real.

“still?” you murmur.

“always,” he says.

you remember when you were six or seven. small hands, warm blanket, his grumpy little voice saying i got you like it was a promise. like it was truth.

and now, years later, it still is.

the thunder rages.

but katsuki doesn’t move.

he holds you through every crash, every sharp crack, every boom that makes your skin crawl. his fingers rub soft circles into your back. his voice stays low, grounding, always there.

“you’re okay.”

“you’re safe.”

“i’m right here.”

and the storm keeps screaming,

but you stop shaking.

masterlist

[moriitis]

toby the type of guy where if you kneel down in front of him he'll grab your head and pretend to fuck your mouth while forcing your head into his crotch OR if you bend over in front of him he'll grab your hips and thrust into you hard enough to make you tumble over

[dyoreos]

BITCH!!!

WE'RE GETTING EYELASHES THAT DO NOT CLASH WITH GLASSES AND OTHER ACCESSORY TEXTURE MAPS, A COPY BUTTON TO COPY ACCESSORIES AND MAKEUP TO OTHER OUTFIT CATEGORIES, AND WE CAN SET RELATIONSHIP STATUS' AS "ENGAGED" AND "PARTNER" IN CAS. NO MORE USING CHEATS TO SET AS BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND IN GAME! PRAISE JESUS! WOOOOOOOOW! For years, we've been asking for this shit! ahjsdkshjadls;ada

[yinorii]

exploding stars

[farawaywiththefairies]

i wish i could be someone's most precious, special little daughter. just completely spoilt rotten, never told no, getting everything i want without having to lift a finger. all i have to say is "daddyyy...??" and he's giving me anything i ask for. dad's entire world, the most important thing on earth in his eyes ♡︎

[toastywindow]

THIS SCENE IS TOO MUCH FOR ME ISTG

[monstersholygrail]

Thinking thoughts about you and Werewolf bf experiencing your times of the month at the same time

You laying down in fetal position: “Ugh these cramps are the worst”

Werewolf bf mid-transformation and his bones popping out of place: “No FrFr”

[arkangelo-7]

The reason Conner Kent and Tim Drake make such a cute couple is because Tim is a freak and Conner just vibes with it. Tim might be a whacko that occasionally dabbles in stalking, who also has a habit of going absolute batshit crazy when someone he loves dies, and who’s also missing a spleen—but he’s Conner’s whacko so it’s totally fine.

[kagoutiss]

pelican town, ‘72