#he does it slow

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

fwb! Dabi who gets a little too drunk and starts to taunt you about how bad you want him, crowding into your space as he gets a little too mean, cooing how much you wish he was yours completely.

How badly you want to hold his hand, wanna do more than fuck him in the dark, his eyes searching your gaze when he claims you’d be willing to die for him, and slowly, slowly, the sharp edge of his words dulls as his voice grows softer, and he gets caught up in the fantasy he claims he’d never want with you.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

sometimes I think abt how the months coming up to and the prom night in freshman year must feel to class swap sklonda. your perfect kid who has literally never gotten a single reprimand for anything does what can only be described as a quad crit crime combo and becomes a nerd punisher by the end of the night

[fisherrprince]

Instead of writing a fanfic like a normal person this oneshot turned into two separate, contextless things,

[nottoonedin]

HELPP?? I DIDN'T KNOW THERE WAS A CAPTION FOR THIS PIECE OF LUKA AND HYUNA THAT MAKES IT EVEN MORE OMINOUS-

"내가 원하는 건 하나뿐이라고 했잖아."

"I told you there was only one thing I wanted."

[gayofthefae]

Shoutout to Mike making it through that hospital door first

as canonically the slowest runner of the group

(also idk what Lucas is doing here - fixing his jacket maybe? - but I love him as always)

[ryllen]

[petrichorium]

Luffy makes u ask for it every time but especially the first time. Btw

[gojoest]

first time meeting neighbor nanami kento in the elevator. both reaching to press the button for the 5th floor. your movements freezing as your hands touch in the air. an awkward “sorry” coming from both sides. “let me”, he presses the button. “thanks”, you put your hand back on your bag handle, slightly bowing your head, hoping it’s enough to hide your flushed cheeks.

you glance at his reflection on the elevator door. he’s looking at you. “new around?”, he asks, voice quiet and monotone. “yes”, you reply, “just recently moved”

“it’s a quiet neighborhood, hope it’s to your liking”

you nod with a barely audible “mhm”.

the elevator stops. the doors open. “please”, he takes a small step back, “after you” — inviting you to go first both with words and body.

“thanks”, you say as you step out but “what a man” you think in your head, your heartbeat slightly speeding up — you might just be tiny bit charmed by this blond man.

“well”, you stop in front of your apartment door, “it was nice meetin—”, you fail to finish as he stops in front of the next door and looks at you, “oh?” — it’s barely noticeable but his eyes slightly widen — “we’re next-door neighbors” — and then quickly go back to normal.

“seems so”, you confirm with a smile.

each encounter with him in the apartment building would lead to slower walks down the corridor and more dragged-out conversations in front of your doorsteps, on purpose — just so you can steal a little bit more time together here and there, neither of you aware of the mutual crushing nor brave enough to invite the other in — it might seem too pushy and inappropriate — you both would think.

your eyes would search for each other every day going in and out of the building. sometimes you’d find him waiting in front of the elevator, even though the hall indicator would show it’s already on the 1st floor. and other times it’s you who’d do the waiting.

after a while you both become well aware of each other’s schedules and thus the “accidental” hallway meetings become a stable part of your day.

but when you don’t see him around this evening you find it a bit unusual. maybe he got held back at work, you think.

he didn’t.

he’s waiting. leaning against the wall next to your apartment door, with a bottle of red wine and two glasses — he’s waiting. for you.

and little did you know — you would leave together the next morning.

[demaparbat-hp]

Regarding the Cherry Wine Incident.

[kristybluebird]

A flash and it's born, a flash and it fades.

A flash and it's born, a flash and it fades.

[littlegreen]

i’m saying buck kissing lucy had literally nothing to do with taylor and everything to do with eddie. eddie tells him that he’s moving on at dinner, hits buck right in the abandonment issues. he does some high stakes badass car bomb rescue (something he would be doing with eddie) with lucy. eddie doesn’t come to drinks when buck invited him and then he kisses the first person who even sort of fills the eddie shaped hole in his life. like what were we doing here

[lotus-pear]

regret

[canisalbus]

My sibling couldn't remember Machete's name and kept calling him Hatchet, so then we started imagining Machete's distant cousin from the countryside. Hatchet does not understand politics nor does he have an opinion on religion, all Hatchet knows is potatoes and chickens. And dirt.

Hatchet sounds like a stand up guy.

[mrsterlingeverything]

Caught my cat doing insurance fraud for wet food

[microwaveango]

hey. it's 3am. sigma in the microwave, ok?

[lorelune]

speaking of jing yuan’s refractory period, the first time you fuck, he has the utmost trust in himself that he will fuck you for as long as you’d like (stamina and all. he’s good at pacing himself too.) he assures you of this, multiple times.

he’s a little over confident when he slides inside you (you’re soaked, you’re a mess between your legs and so so warm and jing yuan knew it would feel good but it’s so good—) and comes after only a minute or two. he’s downright embarrassed at the sound he lets out when he does, but you feel so good when you come and he’s inside you— he can’t help it. genuinely. he hides his flushing cheeks against your neck as he goes soft inside you, panting out apologies (which you do kindly accept). 100% makes it up to you by going down on you as long as you could stand