I think Bakugou likes being babied, even if it’s just a little bit. Acts like you’re such a bother whenever you coo over him, but pouts even harder when you don’t.
Likes when he’s eating and admittedly talking the entire time, distracted with his fussing about how Denki screwed up his capture today. Doesn’t realize that there’s a bit of sauce or crumbs in the corner of his mouth or under his bottom lip or on his chin. You don’t stop him, just reach forward with an out stretched thumb, wiping it away, listen to how his words die in his throat at the act. You lick your thumb clean, nodding, telling him to continue, and he’s so flustered and huffy about it that he forgets where he left off and starts all over again.
Likes when you comb your fingers through his hair as you wash it, despite smacking you away and telling you he can do it himself. Tells you he doesn’t need you to comb it out after the shower, but sits there on the seat of the toilet and lets you, holds your hips in his hands. His eyes are closed and his jaw is relaxed as you comb through the strands, even parting it down the middle to make fun of how funny he looks this way.
Likes when you spoon feed him on days where he’s really tired from hero work. When you feed him bites of his food, holding a hand under his chin to catch the crumbs, pecking his cheeks when he chews. Asking him, “good?” every few bites when he hums, smile when he grumbles about it just being “okay.”
Likes when you pat and rub him to sleep. His face buried in your neck and his body wrapped right around you, your hand smoothing circles into his bare skin until his eyes flutter. Rubbing at his jaw and scratching at his scruff, skimming your fingers soothingly along his strong shoulder blades until they relax into pure putty beneath you. When you hum to him, singing like some mama putting her baby to sleep, and he finds it embarrassing, but it always helps him fall asleep again after a nightmare pulls him from slumber.
He just likes being babied by you in return for how much he does the same for you. Secretly very spoiled, but if you tell him that, he’ll turn his nose up at you, while also demanding you pat him to sleep again tonight in case the terrors come again.
found this betting slip in my pocket even though i’ve never been to the races; someone saw it and told me “you don’t know what you want, but you know that you had it once, and you know that you want it back”? anyone know what this is about? QR code doesn’t take me anywhere.
probably one of my most favorite screen caps of barry ever. thank you for casting this femme lesbian in this terrible movie.
if y’all wanna watch barry be a cute little girl who has the most adorable laugh and smile ever while simultaneously having the most hard to understand accent ever look no further! watch “stalker (2012)” it’s not good (imo)… like at all! buutttt barry is in it getting his shit rocked & moaning 😁
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thank you @fuckingwoodfuckingpaneling for putting me on this monstrosity! so worth the 1:12:00 🤗✨
i can't believe i missed your b-day again!! i had to make you something this year and so why not draw the bean the legend, the sweetest baby ever as a gift!!! >:Dc
thank you so much for all of your sweet words and making your blog one of the most comforting places to be at!! hope you're having an amazing day<3333
fhhffj kay i was asleep,, are you still doing trick or treat? 🤲🏼🖤
for you, my love, anything<33
this is a jump ahead to ch 9 of coast technically but i’ve jotted down bits of the wolfstar that goes on bc they make me happy amidst the other madness lol so here you go:
“Remus?”
“Hm?”
“Did you… know who I was before I finally talked to you at the Phoenix?”
“We all knew who you were, Sirius. Everyone in town has opinions about you Godric’s Hollow folk,” Remus chuckles quietly.
“Okay, yeah, sure, but I meant like—” Sirius slows the tracing of shapes between Remus’ shoulders, palm settling at the base of his neck. “We’d met before, hadn’t we?”
A prolonged pause. The flex of fingers over his ribs.
Then finally: “Talked to my mum a bit, did you?”
Sirius groans, long-suffering and humiliated, as he turns to bury his face in the pillow to his right. “I’m going to go lay in traffic. I can’t believe I didn’t know I’d met you before.”
“Sirius, we were ten.”
“We played together.”
Remus huffs a laugh, head lifting from Sirius’ chest to look down at him with fond incredulity. “For all of an hour. It’s really alright, sweetheart.”
Likes he’s so courageous and so. So selfless I love him so much. Despite literally getting his ass HANDED to him he knows that his friends need him he knows he has to step in and he DOES. HE DOESNT EVEN THINK ABOUT. Despite bowser literally BEATING HIM he gets back up no questions asked and he STAND TALL AND PUFFS HIS CHEST OUT. He’s my hero :((
And like. He’s kinda cocky about it??? Like his little smirk and his little. Fucking quip. He is fully aware he is getting on this turtle’s nerves.
Anyway I love him I love him so much. He’s so brave and strong and handsome and I’m in love with him.
Dabi is surprisingly a lightweight. You honestly would’ve never figured by looking at him, but as you think back on it, you’ve never really seen him drink a lot. Not when there were celebratory parties, or when things didn’t go right for him. It’s why you’re so shocked when you convince two shots into his system, why he suddenly looks so loose, why his grin splits so wide.
He’s a clinger, you’ve also learned as you’ve started observing the blue eyed man where he shoves his face into the crook of your neck. His body bends over almost uncomfortably to fit into the position, and you can’t help but flinch a little when his damp breath blows a quiet little raspberry on your flesh.
omg wait my favorite thought is of you not even necessarily being a heavyweight, you can just handle your liquor a little better than anyone expects. you love to knock back drink after drink, convince Dabi into some stupid competition that he falls for because he’s such a little nerd and secretly wants to impress you. he does it thinking you’ll be the drunk one first, the one hanging off of his arm and hopefully his dick by the end of the night.
it belatedly shocks him when it’s the exact opposite. when he’s slurring a little and smiling at you, when you watch him through low eyes with a wide grin, when he wraps himself around you like a python, when you shake his face gently as you squish his cheeks together in hand. he’s just so utterly obsessed with you in these moments, and maybe it’s the liquor in him, but he knows his lowered inhibitions are only bringing forth the feelings he’s always suppressed.
drunk sex with Dabi where he’s the one too loose limbed and limp and weak. he flops onto bed like some rag doll with his arms and legs spread wide, but he musters up enough strength to release the heavy weight of his cock from its confinements. doesn’t do much besides lift his head from the pillows with a point to his crotch and a lazy grin, an announcement of, go ahead and hop on already before he’s flopping back down again, ready to lay back and get fucked like how he knows he deserves.
I'd love to pretend to be very palatable and innocent as an asexual but in honor of pride month, I'm gonna confess. Sex repulsion is not just being "pure" or innocent or not thinking about sex. It sucks ass and it makes me very angry at people sometimes. I want to hurl someone through a window at least twice a day
mistletoe inbox call! this has been a staple on my blog for two years now will be platonic or romantic based on our muses current status! specify more than one muse and get more than one ask as well!
Hard not to relate to Hannibal Lecter, honestly, I mean, I, too, craved to drown the other kids and stab them repeatedly for making fun of me. I, too, imagined the slow painful death of the adults who were cruel to me. I, too, had an inexorable urge to sink my teeth into the flesh of all who dared to look down on me and hold them there until my thirst for violence was sated with blood.
On the other hand. I don’t think I could murder someone for being a bad waiter. The social anxiety, you know?
I wanna flesh out a yakuza oc but every time I think about it I end up thinking about an oc of mine who already Exists who’s not a yakuza oc. but is, in fact, an oc who is a yakuza. and that fact is genuinely completely unrelated