#my sloppy writing

[deunmiu-dessie-sideblog]

john price is a loving man. john price is also a man who loves holding you in his arms, fight me if i'm wrong. since he's usually away from home for weeks, even months at a time, whenever he comes home; he drops to his knees and buries his face in ur tummy to hug u, all while ur hands run through the soft tufts of his hair.

john price, even after fucking u like an animal in heat, thick cock bruising ur cervix, and having his skilled tongue pull orgasm after orgasm from u, is a touchy man. he pulls u into his chest and asks softly about the things that have happened since he's been gone, thick fingers brushing through ur hair. he's particularly fond of ur newfound dislike for the next-door neighbor.

[connected to this post!]

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

but i crumble completely when you cry . .

katsuki comforts you

katsuki bakugou hates a lot of things

he hates people who walk slow, he hates people who chew loudly or people who talk loud in places they know damn well they shouldn’t.

he hates when people walk on the back of his shoe and he hates idiots like kaminari who talk during movies.

but most of all, katsuki bakugou hates seeing you cry.

it sparks something in him, something red, hot and so angry when he finds you in your dorm. tears running down your cheeks that show no sign of stopping. he hates it even more when you make eye contact and you curl into yourself even more from where you’re sitting on the floor.

katsuki immediately decides this is the thing he hates the most.

he’s on you in seconds, kneeling in front of you, searching around to get a peek of your face hidden in your knees. he places his hands on top of yours where they’re wrapped around your legs and his chest tightens when you flinch a little.

“ who was it ? who did this to you ?” he can’t recognize his own voice, his words come out so fast he barely registers what he’s saying.

you try to speak but nothing but more broken sobs and shaky breaths come out as you desperately try to catch your breath and katsuki realizes that you talking isn’t a priority right now.

his eyebrows are furrowed and he almost looks angry but he’s so, so worried. if anything, he’s angry at himself for being so helpless, for not being able to help you in a time where you clearly need it.

he grabs your shoulder softly and the weight his chest lightens slightly when you lean a little closer to him, before letting him pull you tightly into his arms

“breathe for me.” he utters softly, voice gruff and gravelly. he never actually talks this softly unless he’s around you, the difference is so stark it surprises him a little bit but he’s got more important things to think about. praise spills from him occasionally, muttering a “you got it. i got you” into your ear before pressing a kiss to your temple.

katsuki’s never really had to comfort anyone, he’s never felt the need to, but you’re not just anyone. your different, you’re his. his love his everything and he’ll be damned if he didn’t try his hardest for you.

you’ve calmed down a little bit, he noticed. you’re breathings calmed down a little and your sobs have been reduced to snivels. the tightness in his lungs is still there, but it’s less now.

“what’s goin’ on with you, hm ?” you’re grip tightens on his arm and you shove your head deeper into his chest. he moves his head away from your shoulder so he can place two small kisses on the top of your head

“talk to me, baby. needa know what’s up with you.” he pleads into the crown of your head. you sigh before speaking up.

“ i don’t know what’s up with me i just- it’s nothing bad i’m—” you’re desperately searching for the right words to use so what you’re about to say makes sense. “i just don’t—feel like myself today. i don’t know why, i just feel really bad today.” you let out a humorless chuckle and your voice dies out when you finish “m’sorry if i worried you” you sniffle.

he shushes you, his grip on you tightens when he hears you whimper “don’t..don’t fuckin’ apologize to me, got no reason to.” he spits. he sounds angry, and he is, why should you ever feel the need to apologize for feeling some type of way around him ?

“s’okay for you to feel that way..i do too, sometimes, you know ?” he knows you do. he knows you do because there are times where he comes to your room in tears, shaking and panicked. completely and utterly lost from the nightmares that had plagued him minutes before but knowing he had to come see you. you were there for him every time, gently soothing him and assuring him that he’d be okay. he owed it to you to do the same for you.

“s’okay to feel like shit sometimes, happens to the best of us.” he whispers “ but you can always come to me when you do, can deal with it together. an’ don’t go thinkin’ yer ‘bothering’ me either.” he says, parroting what you had just told him. “we’re together for a reason, dummy.” he’s soft spoken and his voice is so mellow despite his harsh little nickname for you, you could’ve missed it if he wasn’t sitting so close to you, it makes you a little dizzy and a little weaker in you’re already mushy knees.

he grabs your shoulders gently to get your eyes on him. they’re still a little glossy but they’re a little less dull when he looks at you “ we’re in this together, always have been, always will be, got it ? “ he asserts, waiting for your response. and then you smile at him, it’s faint but it’s there and katsuki feels like he can breathe again. he smiles back softly at you when you respond with a soft “okay.”

you suddenly grab onto him and pull him into you tightly, locking him in a tight embrace and squeezing like you’re pressing a lemon. it throws him off for a second before he’s squeezing you just as hard, pressing your body against his.

“thank you, katsuki. you’re the best” you hum. he presses a long lingering kiss to your temple as response, before squeezing around your waist “ course i am.” he gloats. the smirk on his lips grows when you snort in response “what’re you laughing about, hah? don’t think so? don’t think i’m the best ?” he jests, using this as an opportunity to tickle you mercilessly. you kick and squirm but it’s no use, katsuki doesn’t stop until you’re a heaving , giggling mess. tears in your eyes as you plead and beg for him to stop but he doesn’t let up even when you’re laying on the ground with him on top of you.

“ i ain’t hearing what i wanna hear, you know what i want from you, baby.” he chuckles at the way you desperately gasp for breath, choking on your own spit in the process.

“y-you’re the ! the best, ‘suki ! the b-bestest of the best !” you gasp out, pushing blindly at his face to get him away from you and he finally let’s you go. “felt nice enough to let you off with a warning, won’t end well for ya if you try me again.” is what he says, playfully warning you and waving his finger around in your face. you’re completely out of breath, there are tears in your eyes again but they’re happy tears this time and you still can’t stop smiling and giggling as you try to bite at his finger and katsuki is more than happy with this.

because katsuki’s favorite thing is your smile.

[sangthael]

it’s the annual non-denominational end of year pony express celebration

[cabinette]

I've been feeling a little weird in my own skin lately, so i projected my thoughts onto the Touden siblings

[martyrbat]

[ID: Bruce Wayne and Minhkhoa Khan fighting in the snow. Minhkhoa kicks Bruce in the chest as his dialogue has been edited to be a post by @/electrificata. The post reads: “i am NOT gaslighting you. i am lying to you. gaslighting implies a level of effort that i am simply not putting in. deceiving you does not require much”. END ID]

[dootznbootz]

Me, trying to unlearn shame and stop being a perfectionist:

[tummysmoocher]

Imagining him sitting on a couch under me, moaning and trying to stifle burps. He can ask me to stop but he keeps eating anyway, taking everything I put in front of his mouth. His shirt is pulled up and resting on his bloated tummy, his jeans undone and framing his lower belly perfectly. Weakly letting his head fall back as he rubs his stomach with one hand and runs the other through his hair. How I would get on my knees between his thighs just to kiss his belly everywhere, pulling little whines and gasps from his lips, my teeth nipping at the soft spot of underbelly below his navel. Enough to drive me crazy.

[cantgetworsethanthistbh]

so obsessed with stancest body worship. on both ends. these two are so absolutely obsessed, so carnal about each other that they can't help the way they pore over each and every inch of the other and have their whole lives.

stan worshipping ford. ford who's been made to feel so alien, with no place in the world let alone to be loved, and feels so undesirable because of that extra finger and his eccentric interests. As teenagers, no one looked at him in any way that wasn't in the proximity of indifference or disgust— except for stan. stan who would fuck him into the sheets, eyes with so much adoration glued onto ford in a way that made him feel ethereal, otherworldly in the best way possible. stan who grunts about how much fords body just does it for him the way no one else could, from feeling up his long legs, to teasing him about that big head, and to taking ford's hands, kissing it from the wrist, to his palm, to the back of his hand, to every knuckle, one to six. it just makes ford melt knowing that stan wants him so much, when no one else would, and even if someone did it couldnt compare to stan. stan who wants him (has him) more than anything in the whole universe and always will.

and ford worshipping stan. it would come a little later, when theyre so battered and bruised physically and mentally from everything thats gone between them, ford can't waste another second not showering stan with all the love he could give and shouldve given decades before. he kisses the scars stan's earned from the years they were apart, caresses the muscle in his arms that gets ford going a little lightheaded, bites down on the soft flesh of stan's thighs then tongues down the marks left to rile stan up. his fingers rub and squeeze on love handles that spill from the side and sub all over his stomach and chest, all while stan cant hold in his relief that ford still wants him. fat, old, regular him who's not nearly as interesting to look at than ford— or whatever it is ford found through out the multiverse— but ford looks at him and touches like theres nothing else more important across all of them combined compared to him, and ford wants him to know so damn much, that no there isnt.

just... stancest body worship man

[portableleo]

my 03 turtle japanese headcanons :)

leo - uses english and japanese interchangably raph - rarely ever actually speaks japanese but is still fluent donnie - mostly swears mikey - mostly titles but will speak in japanese to his brothers when hes really excited about something

[lavendermin]

jing yuan praying everyday for a good few months that yanqing will randomly tell him that you got divorced while in class meanwhile you’re wondering why jing yuan started looking so miserable every time he comes to pick yanqing up😭

godddd this poor man someone have mercy on his heart. For like a whole two months straight he’s constantly asking Yanqing about how class went only hoping he’ll get some crumb of information on you and your love life and your very-much-nonexistent baby. That poor 5 year old is an informant without knowing it.

But I mean, theres only so much information he’ll get from a 5 year old.

“How was school?” Jing yuan asks, again. As is routine now. But Yanqing doesn’t really notice the eager way his father listens.

He shrugs, swinging his feet in his little dinner table chair. “I drew an apple house and learned to write some words.”

“How about your teacher? Still sick from her baby?”

Yanqing shrugs.

“Teacher stares at the door for a lot of seconds when you don’t pick me up. Like how you stare at the ceiling sometimes after dinner.” (Also known as Jing Yuan’s sulking hour as he thinks about you and Yearns™)

It’s never enough for him to gauge the situation—no hint of divorce in sight. (You’re not married of course but he doesn’t know that.) And maybe that makes him feel worse. Why is it that the image of you plagues his mind. If he wasn’t media trained for his company to hell and back he would hardly be able to face you when he picks up Yanqing sometimes. It’s becoming more rare, not by choice but by the uptick in the end of quarter work.

Jing Yuan is definitely more curt and polite, a little stiff, now when he picks up Yanqing. And if you notice it you don’t bring it up.

Poor kid hears Jing Yuan mutter something about divorce and the next day in class he flat out asks you what divorce means. The blood drains from your face and your heart sinks thinking maybe his parents are going through divorce right now.

Ah, that would explain his father’s sullen mood, you think. You have no clue he’s a single parent already. Misconstrued views all around and now poor Yanqing thinks these two adults just need to play house and communicate like he does with his classmates during recess.

Maybe you need a little parent-teacher conference soon…

[24-05txt]

[Excerpt of a journal found in the possession of one Captain John Price, dated 02.03.24]

Zombies.

Nothin' much more to say than that.

As expected, world's gone to shit.

People have died.

Some are still holdin' on.

Shitton of research. Ethics on that went out the door.

Not ashamed to say I think about handing them both over sometimes.

Our domesticated animals.

The academic types would be all over them for certain.

Zombies that don't bite? Trained, walking corpses?

Could bring us leaps and bounds closer to a cure.

On the otherhand... could just turn into a science fair project.

I wouldn't do that to my boys.

Even if I did, I wouldn't live long after. Because Simon isn't dead.

At least, I don't think he is.

No-one has been able to get close enough to confirm... Aside from Soap.

And Soap is definitely dead.

We thought the poor muppet had a stroke, at first; struggling to talk. To move.

Put him on bedrest. Ghost took watch (wouldn't give it up).

Didn't suspect a thing of either of them until I caught Ghost feeding him raw meat.

(Still don't know where it came from.)

They were quarantined for a bit. Ghost hadn't spoken for weeks at that point.

Just stared at us. Sat beside MacTavish.

He tried to break out when Soap started to go hungry.

I could have put them out of their misery.

Should have.

Gaz was on watch when Ghost finally broke out.

(Soap was too weak to walk by then.)

Let him go hunting. He brought back a body.

We didn't bother locking them up again.

No one has noticed yet. Not enough of a system left to report them to anyway. Options are to ignore it or shoot them yourself.

Guess their work makes up for it. Plenty of reason to turn a blind eye.

Soap is as well-behaved as ever. Quick on the uptake for someone who can hardly string a sentence together.

Simon is the worst he's ever been, but competent. Deadly. More ruthless than before.

Still hasn't spoken a word.

Suppose he is dead. Funny that his heart stayed beating once it finally took.

[deunmiu-dessie-sideblog]

john price is usually a gentle lover who enjoys giving u pleasure, rather than receiving. if given a chance, he would happily watch u cum repeatedly; whether it be on his fingers, on his tongue, or engulfing his throbbing cock with ur needy cunt⸺ for an eternity. he loved watchin' ur face scrunch up in pleasure, reveling in the sensation of ur drooling, sloppy pussy stranglin' his cock in its vice grip, milking him for all he's worth. ur back arching and ur thighs tremblin' around his waist. john loved to hear u sob out his name all overstimulated and fucked out. loved the way u babbled and begged him to cum inside u. john price adores witnessing ur unraveling and takes great pleasure in piecing u back together, all in one breath.

however, there are some days when john comes home from a mission, and can't be a gentle lover...

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ - 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝑒!

[rosesofenvy]

Pining Parkthur inspired fully by this potatolord art :) @potato-lord-but-not you inspire me endlessly

[preeningpisces]

May I propose Kenjaku-Geto twin au

[quick-catton]

WE HAVE THE FEM JACOB SHOOT AND THE FEM BARRY SHOOT NOW. THE WORLD IS IN EQUILIBRIUM. I AM AT PEACE.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

hi so like fucking joel would include him manhandling you bc he’s strong enough to treat you like a sex doll. picking you up and throwing you down in all different configurations, sex positions with no names you can think of. pulling your legs however he needs to get the deepest possible angle. both of your holes are soaking wet and at this point it’s hard to tell one from the other; which was taking his cock and which was stuffed with the $10 dildo he got from spencers. you’re grabbing a pillow and howling to his entire apartment building until he says—

“shhh, shh, shh…”

—in just the sweetest, most soothing tone of voice. it calms you right down. plus shoving your whole face in the pillow definitely helps with your volume. joel’s quiet tho. he’ll give a few grunts and oh’s every now and then but they’re few and far between. when he DOES talk to you it’s instructions.

“ass up, legs together”

“on your side”

“yeah, c’mon now, cum on my cock. squirt for me, baby, give it to me y-oh, there we go, such a good boy...”

as soon as he pulls out you fall flat on your stomach, landing with enough of an impact to feel the mattress springs bounce beneath you. you get a few seconds to breathe, panting with a dry throat that’s raspy from screaming at him to keep stretching your asshole out. but that’s all behind you now, right?

then you feel two big hands pulling your ass cheeks apart, and a cool breeze flicking across your gape. joel whistles in admiration.

“look at that pretty hole… good boy.”

and rather than letting you recover, he just climbs on top of your limp body and sticks his cock in your gaping ass to fuck you pronebone style.