My names Narcissa I'm 23 Years old 18+ semi nsfw Slasher/monster fucker/lover I love Bubba sawyer so much rn.
*wheels in on wheelchair* Ah- I took 7 dragons... What do I- ow- get?
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If you want a great spelling check website, all you have to do is hit the "post/publish" button and all your mistakes will become abundantly obvious to you through the magic of absolute mortification
no language should be mocked other than french
Birds is “oiseaux” in French.
No letter is pronunced the way it should.
And there are seven of them.
ITS PRONOUNCED “WAZO” AND YES, I WILL DIE MAD ABOUT IT
oiseaux hits every vowel in the french alphabet and manages to only be pronounced with 2 goddamn syllables
got vowels coming out the oiseaux
This will never not be funny and I will never not reblog it.
She balled so hard they banned her from ballin.
In a world of convenience and e-dispensers, my university’s food court has a ketchup bowl
I posted this well over 7 years ago why and how the hell is this making rounds now
Some of you never spent 2009-2011 watching anime fanart/ship slideshows on YouTube with Cascada, Savage Garden, Evenescence, or Three Days Grace playing over it and it shows.
Does anyone have NSFW art commissions open? I don't really know any NSFW artists, but I'm looking for someone to draw one of my dnd characters ~spicy~
Anyone who can draw plus size bodies would be amazing!
tv should come with recipes or suggested meal plans made by the director so you can have an immersive snack like wine pairings
every time a character sits down to eat in a movie i pause the movie and get up and prepare that food and then eat the meal with the character (take bites at the same time) so i can really feel what they are feeling
you should watch hannibal
It’s infuriating how so many women were (and still are) discriminated against for being female
she also killed and dissected a rabbit so that her peter rabbit would be as ACCURATE as possible. all the magic of countless children’s childhoods was built upon the bones of a single bunny’s sacrifice. how delightful. how horrific. what necromancer could dream of such impact with a single stroke of their blade.
(celebrated children’s fantasist) diana wynne jones said that she once wandered into beatrix potter’s yard by accident as a kid and got chased off because beatrix potter disliked children, which really fits into the rest of this quite neatly
together we will create a home with no loud anger, no explosive rage, no slamming doors or breaking glass, no holes punched into the walls so hard that the foundation rocks and cracks. our home will be gentle, it will be warm. i will keep you safe and you will keep me still. no fear, no hurt, no worry. we come from broken and twisted places but together we will build something whole and safe. we will curl around each other like a pair of quotation marks at night, warm and comforted. in the mornings, you’ll sing in the shower again. we will heal, and we will raise a family that doesn’t need to heal.
so...bakugo has a problem with spoiling you. and at first, bakugo thinks that sort of thing is outrageous. he’s not a fan of pda, gifts, or anniversaries. that could probably be partial because he never had a good enough girlfriend that lasted long enough to celebrate these things with, so he just never saw the need for them.
all of his friends would gush about how much they looked forward to the cards from their significant other, the flowers, and the shower of compliments, but he didn’t seem to affect by it that much.
and, sure, maybe sometimes he wanted to spend it with somebody. sometimes he longed to hold somebody’s hand when he was working late into the early hours of the morning, a comfort he had longed for ever since he outgrew the childish need for touch. but, he was a busy man. he couldn’t outwardly look for something like that until it fell right into his lap.
yeah, well, that was until you.
and when you literally bumped into him on an early morning jog, looking off somewhere else to notice the 6’5 foot brute coming your way. he wasn’t sure how he managed to work his way through the awkward small talk, especially when you were such a cheerful person (at five in the morning, no less), and he had a date with you the following night. it turned into frequent meetings at each other's apartments, you spending some nights at his office, sprawled over the couch in the corner as you ranted about the annoying women at your work who kept piling shifts on you. and, much to katsuki's chagrin, he fell for you. in the way he promised himself he’d never fall for anybody. but it's fine, he'll be there to catch himself until it gets too much.
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral (f!receiving), soft/intimate sex, this got sappier than I intended
Notes: I just miss Bakugou I think lmao not a very kinky start to my kinktober, but oh well. Enjoy <3
Katsuki is sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone with the evening news droning on in the background when you plop yourself right into his lap.
You gently guide his phone away from his face and straddle him, winding your arms around his neck like you have so many times before.
“Can I help you?” He asks as his hands gravitate to your hips, his eyes drawn to the pensive expression painted on your face.
“Do you love me?”
“What?”
He’s practically insulted by the idea that you would even ask.
“The fuck d’ya mean do I love you? Course I fuckin’ do. What kinda question even is that?”
There’s a pout on his lip when he asks and you kiss it away.
“Why aren’t you payin’ attention to me then?” You muse as your hands card through his blonde locks. “I miss you.”
“I’m sittin’ right here and you’re on my lap. What makes you think I don’t love you?” His brow cocks as his large hands slide over your hips to grip your ass and his hips shift up into yours. “You want attention, huh? Baby, all you had to do was ask.”
And with that, he stands, effortlessly lifting you up onto his waist as he carries you off towards the bedroom, a smirk dancing on his lips.
“M’askin’ now.” You grin, tightening your arms around his neck while your legs lock around his waist. “I miss you, Kats.”
“I know, princess,” he says softly, stealing a chaste kiss when he stills through the door. “But we’re gonna fix that, ‘kay?”
no because imagine what bakugo’s like when he’s actually in love. and not just in love. but in love with somebody who’s the total opposite of him. with him being grumpy and you being the sunshine in his life.
and not the sort of in love that comes with dates and movie nights or even workplace dinners that he now has a girlfriend to bring to.
but by the sort of love that comes with an awkward first meeting, fleeting touches and shared, knowing smiles.
“oh, didn’t see you there!” is the first words you ever said to him, your face downturned into an apologetic grin as you shuffle away from the protein powders, watching as his gruff appearance slackened for a second when he took you in. you’d been contemplating on what to buy for your friend, and she wasn’t really specific in the flavor she wanted so you were huffing and puffing as you tried to imagine what she’d like. unfortunate it meant a certain somebody was standing behind you for the past minute without you realizing until he loudly cleared his throat.
“it’s-it’s alright.” he’d grunt, giving you a small, thankful nod as he grabs what he was looking for (vanilla flavored, yeah really bland, he’s aware of it), and spared another glance towards you.
you were pretty, really pretty as he didn’t know what to do. you had a scarf wrapped tightly around your neck that he couldn’t help but smile at seeing that it had little ducks on it as he pointed at it.
“nice scarf.”
you looked down, almost as if you had forgotten what you were wearing and then you gave him an even bigger grin that just made him flush a deeper pink.
“thanks!” but your smile grew into a grimace as you picked at its loose ends, “gotta sew it up a bit though, it’s nearly falling apart…” and although you two started off unbalanced with the way he barely knew what to say and you who always found topics to talk about, he walked around the aisles of the little store multiple times just to talk with you even though he already got what he came here for.
MDNI
As his co-worker, you guessed imagining what he was like in bed was wrong, but you just couldn't help yourself when it came to Bakugou. However, a one night stand with Bakugou was much more than you ever could've expected or imagined.
His perfect muscles flexing as he laid under you, whispering praises into your ear through groans and curses. Perfect thrusts hitting that one tiny spot that shot an electric feeling through your entire body. Correcting you with his given name with a growl when you called out his hero name.
Sweaty palms gripping your hips tightly while you laid on his chest, too pleasured to even sit up. Pulling his hair as he gave you orgasm after orgasm, not even faltering when you wined that it was too much.
Pushing towards a round two once the memory of you clutching around his cock popped into his mind half an hour later.
The only problem was, you only remembered splotches of that night, while he remembered all of it. He remembered every moan that came from your mouth, all the scratch marks along his back, every bruise on your body caused by his mouth.
And he would remember it at the worst of times. Getting a hard on while at a meeting with his co-workers, you included in that meeting. When he was focused on tracking, tailing, or doing a stake out on a villain, causing him to panic when he lost track of them. And his mind couldn't help but wonder while he was in the shower, having all the time in the world to think about things, and sooner or later, his hand wondered just as much.
That took a turn a month later when he found you willingly stayed after everyone else left. Through flirting you both hid in the conversation, he booked a hotel room to have a repeat of the night that changed his complete life.
And soon after having the door closed, the night was filled with lustful make out sessions and passionate, breathless moans.
Bakugou has never looked at you the same after that, and neither have you looked at him the same. Changing your meetings and two-people getups into steamy sessions, he secretly started to doubt himself on whether he should continue treating you like you were some slut.
He found himself wanting to make it more than just 'fuck buddies'. He wanted to melt in your embrace. He wanted his cheeks to flush when you lovingly touched him. He wanted to comfort you when salty liquid coming from your eyes stained your features.
Is this what it was like to love someone? Is this what it was like for couples that he scoffed at when he passed them in the street? How can it possibly turn from mindless fucking to wanting to whisper sweet nothings into your skin?
"I love you"
You were hesitant at first. The words he spoke while his orgasm shook through the walls described exactly what you both felt. Just three words, and it made you pause. Did he really mean that? He only thinks of you as a fuck buddy, right? He doesn't love you, you were sure of that.
"I fucking love you"
The second sent a ring through your ears. Surely he ment it that time. He wasn't just playing with your feelings, was he? "You mean that?"
There was a deathly silence at your question the only sound being the wet squelches from cum seeping out and slow, heavy breathing.
Calloused hands wrapped around your hip and spun you around. The warm feeling of lips filled your senses as you closed your eyes, a shaky pleasure running through your skin as he pulled away. Looking at your expression, Bakugou knew that answered your question.
