#had to 💗

[skeletal-butterflyy]

Now let me say I’m the biggest hater, I hate the way that you walk, i hate the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress, I hate the way that you sneak diss

[qifrei]

SINBAD:LEGEND OF THE SEVEN SEAS (2003)

[lonelyzarquon]

DOCTOR WHO | The Witch's Familiar

[tzarrz]

i listen to fog lake too much

[orengejoshi]

Villainous ideal ending: Flug rejects everyone and dips with his hatship Super Mario Odyssey style

[yuujispinkhair]

Going insane at the thought of being on vacation with modern!boyfie Sukuna, and he takes you to a nice restaurant for dinner, making sure that you have a table for two in a cozy corner, all romantic with candlelight and wine. He’s holding hands with you on the table, playing with your fingers while chatting with you. And he’s so flirty and sweet, giving you butterflies with the charming things he says and the way he grins and looks at you with so much love in his eyes. The intimidating bad boy all tame and sweet just for you. From time to time he even brings your hand to his lips and kisses it while looking deeply in your eyes, in a way that tells you without words that Sukuna is truly yours. Just like you are his.

You walk back to your hotel hand in hand. And you lean against Sukuna, swooning at how tall and strong he is. Swooning at how nice it is to be here with him. How sweet it is to talk to him and laugh with him. And it hits you suddenly how close Sukuna and you are. How intimate it feels to be on vacation just the two of you, spending time together away from your everyday lives. Sukuna’s large hand tightens around yours, and you know without looking, that he is smiling right now, probably thinking the same.

[reunitedinterlude]

phil finally getting his midriff out <3

[hyunpic]

240819 hynjinnnn instagram live [*the mark on his arm is from manual therapy]

[serendippertyy]

can you draw ribbun for us? (jax x gangle) pretty please? :3

drawing every tadc ship part 6, they r getting along !🐰🎭💜

[celerydays]

✨ Commission for @silverxstardust ✨

Taking a bit of a break from their studies to practice some dancing (and maybe study the soft glow of the candlelight on each other's faces instead 🥺)

Thank you so much for trusting me with your commission! Seriously the cutest scenario 😭💗

[cosmicdreamgrl]

kim line x black swan performances for @aprylynn 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

[gfguren]

pro hero!bakugou x reader | fluff, a little bit domestic, a little bit intimate, a little bit suggestive? (not really) | cw: cursing, a very modest bath scene

-bakugou only knows how to give, you wish he'd let you do the same for him-

Thinking about the newly domestic give and take between you and Katsuki. It doesn't come naturally to him. He's hell bent on doing everything himself, at first. That's the way he's always lived after all—hyper self-sufficient, independent to a fault, and so goddamn stubborn about it all.

It makes you feel almost useless, his insistence on doing everything, not only for himself but for you as well. Honestly, you should have expected it; he was like that well before moving in together. Taking all the responsibilities on himself, wrangling you out of the way when you so much as try to help, because he "feels like it", or he's "better at it", or "just move, f'r I make ya".

But you were a guest in his house, then—so you let him have his way, bullheaded as it was. Now that you share a house—a home—you want nothing more than to take care of it, of him.

Though moving mountains would be easier than convincing him to accept it.

You try brute force, first. And it goes as well as you might expect, like throwing pebbles at a brick wall. Putting yourself between him and the dishes is just as futile; he cooked dinner, you should be the one to do this. It's only fair. Still, he takes it upon himself to pick you up and physically remove you from 'his' spot by the sink, ugly yellow gloves dripping dishwater all the way to the counter.

The floor is completely soaked by the time he plops you down on the countertop, as are your jeans, your flailing arms and exasperated "Katsuki!" having done little to deter him. Your mouth opens in protest but his hands, firm at your sides and eyes, red, and stern and definite leave no room for discussion.

So you try to 'talk about it', second. When his mood has cooled and he's feeling a little sweet. He usually is, when hero work has worn him down, chipped away at his fire until there's nothing left but his worn down bones and the aching desire to be enveloped in you—his head on your chest, your fingers in his hair.

He's nothing but mush in your arms by the time you bring it up, nearly two hundred pounds of limp muscle, eyes half lidded, and slow, warm breath. You think he doesn't hear you at first, more likely he pretends not to; but then you hear a half-hearted, "hmph". And you sigh.

"I'm serious, Kats." you rake your fingers across his scalp absently and he groans in appreciation, furling into you more. "You can't do everything, just look at you."

He peers up at you with one eye, an almost glare, more playful than anything; too tired for anything more. He huffs gently, warm breath across your chest when you don't back down. "We'll talk about it later."

'Later'; meaning never. Still, you don't press him. Not when he's so tired, not when this small moment of peace is all he allows you to offer him.

Ever predictable; there isn't a later, and he finds a way to avoid the conversation, in one way or another. Over and over and over again. You're at the end of your rope just trying to get him to listen.

So you try a last ditch effort at patience, at compromise (usually a losing battle, with him); working him over, little by little.

And it works, mostly.

You find that, most times, you can slip past him while he's cooking to steal the dirty mixing bowls and discarded pans; wash them while he's preoccupied trying not to burn the chicken or fretting over cutting the vegetables 'just right'. That him doing the cooking is non-negotiable, but he'll let you help as long as you stop trying to kiss him while he's "tryin' to make y'r dinner over here, god damnit".

(Don't let him fool you, he likes it).

That it takes you far too long to realize how much he craves being asked for 'help', instead of your usual insistence on helping him. That when he feels appreciated and useful, he's almost eager to share the housework with you, looking almost boyish standing there, hands stuffed in his pockets, the tepid scowl twisting his pretty face betrayed by the blush creeping up the back of his neck when you hum a lilted, "Thank you, Katsuki".

Your strategy's not foolproof, of course; he's still quick to steal whatever you're working on once he's finished his, itching to make himself busy once more.

But it's progress.

Still, no matter how much you try, or how long you pester him, he puts his foot down at taking care of him while he's sick, while he's training or on patrol. Anything that could end with you hurt, or put you in harms way is a hard 'no'—always, always, always.

That's not to say he doesn't let you take care of him ever. Though it was more hassle than it should have been, getting him to just sit comfortable instead of disappearing into the bath for hours, or taking his frustrations out on his poor, battered training equipment.

These days, when he's had an especially tiring evening, he'll sink down into the sofa without you having to say a thing, let you press your fingers into his shoulders and down his spine until the knots unwind. That occasionally he'll let you take him by the hand even, coax him gently into warm water and vanilla scented bubble bath.

That he becomes particularly docile when you're massaging your flowery conditioner into his wily blonde hair. The scent of you—over his waist, around his shoulders, in his hair—it's almost intoxicating, and he wraps his arms around you, like he's desperate for more, burying his face in your chest; sighs like he's at ease for the first time in his life.

It isn't easy, teaching Katsuki to take—but when he lays down with you at night, his eyes are a little brighter, hands hold you a little tighter, a little longer than when all he knew was how to give, give, give. And when his lips find yours, and you can feel his smile against them, you figure all the trouble is worth it.

And when he rolls the both of you over til you're pinned beneath heavy thighs, impish grin on his lips and calloused fingers beneath your shirt, trouble and promise brewing behind his newly fired eyes, well that's just a bonus.

[loves2spwge]

a very sweet & loving stankyle kiss i commissioned from @currrsy 💙💚

[miutonium]

PPG ZOMG 💗

[irishyuri]

thank you mitski for writing star about them

[jinikaris]

/ᐠ > ˕ マ Ⳋ birthday cat ⟢ 2024 birthday stream