in a bit of a pickle

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[saintshigaraki]

a character very lovingly holding your head against their chest so you can feel their steady heartbeat …. gently cupping your other ear to muffle the sound of them shooting a man in cold blood

[jamongcha]

new kisser x experienced kisser you move me

[jamongcha]

can you imagine having a heart to heart with them and you confess your guilt of how you want to also be skilled, or maybe your guilt of how you are too skilled, so that you both can fully enjoy kissing each other?

can you imagine the reassurance kisses, the ones where you take it slow, walking them through it—walking you through it, teaching them—teaching you, praising them—praising you?

[saetiate]

thinking you can just sleep with them to get it out of your system only to just keep going back to them again and again

[saetiate]

telling them you’re just trying to get them out of your system and they fuck you the best they can every time. if they can’t have you the way they want you, they’ll at least make sure you compare everyone else you ever sleep with to them

[anarkisst]

Gonna pull you around by your belt loop like a leash

[lumi-lex]

i just really like the idea of an older person knowing that you’re very obviously on a bad date and intervening

[mattsundaes]

“For the last goddamn time,” Bakugou bites out, swatting away the makeup brush that’s hovering dangerously close to his face. “I don’t need a goddamn PR manager.”

The stylist beside him lets out a sigh of defeat, but he pays her no mind, eyes fixed solely on you.

You raise a brow as someone jogs by behind him and makes a one minute signal with their pointer finger, a clipboard clasped to their chest.

Someone else sneaks in between the two of you, quickly clipping a microphone to Bakugou’s hero suit. He nearly growls.

Rolling your eyes, you step forward into his space, and you catch the slight tick of his jaw as you do so. “I don’t really care what you want, Katsuki. Your agency is paying me to keep you on a leash.”

He scoffs, adjusting one of his gloves. “You’d have to get a collar on me first.”

Smiling at him sweetly, you reach out and drag up the mask that’s covering his eyes so that it’s pushing back his hair instead. “Your ratings always go up when you do the headband thing with your mask, you know. You look good like this.”

His face screws up in a myriad of emotions, his mouth opening as if to keep arguing, but suddenly he’s being ushered out past the backstage curtain for his interview before he can say anything else.

And amongst the general cheering that accompanies him as he walks out, there’s a distinct sound from the fangirls in the crowd when they see he’s got his mask pushed up.

Bakugou’s eyes briefly meet yours again from where you’re standing just out of view between the gap in the curtains. You place your open hand at the base of your neck, miming a collar as you wink at him.

[dracaria-dracarys]

James Norton as Ormund Hightower HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

[scissorsaint]

(flirting) i could be your problem

[saintshigaraki]

wait getting into a bad accident at the city you’re new to and when the hospital asks if there’s anyone you can call the only person you know in the area is the 2d man you had a one night stand with last week so in your delirium and shock you call him up sobbing high on pain killers. you forget about it basically immediately but next thing you know he’s showing up at your bedside petting your face asking what happened to his baby….okay. a little weird for a guy you slept with once to say but his cool hand feels good against your warm face. even weirder is that when the hospital releases you he offers to drive you home. doesn’t ask for your address either bc he takes you to HIS home instead. he’s got to keep a close eye on you of course. you’re gonna need some help while you get back on your feet. just let him take care of you baby. everything’s going to be alright it’s in his hands now

[xaviez]

a firm grasp of the back of your head when you kiss to let you know they plan to keep you there and devour you whole

[prettyiwa]

best friend's younger brother kita shinsuke. . . . . .

[prettyiwa]

still simmering but for @cryoculus—

smth smth he was always a stable presence when you would visit their household, hoping to spend time with his sister. it was he who would often greet you upon your arrival, he who would ask if you wanted a snack or maybe some tea. the constancy of his presence, the pleasant sound of his laugh, the unwavering attention he'd offer when you spoke—all of it becoming a comfort for you.

smth smth time passes after you graduate (first high school, then university). she invites you to return home with her, to stay and see everyone again. as you come in, she drags you along to the rice paddies, eager to see shin-chan after so long, leaving you to admire the way he's changed, the subtle shift of his muscles beneath his coveralls, the fulfilled smile that shapes his lips and the minor crow's feet that follow. and then he spots you again and that smile turns into a grin, something entirely different than before.

[prettyiwa]

shinsuke who always had a tiny crush on you, heart fluttering when you’d visit home, content to listen to the stories you had to tell. he liked the spark in your eye, the gleam in your smile. he liked the way you saw the world and the way you saw him.

he puts it out of his mind after you leave, satisfied with having known you as he did, appreciating the time spent in your company at all—you were a wonderful first crush to have. and then his sister comes home to visit and he spots you behind her and he realizes that those feelings were merely dormant, awaiting your return.

[prettyiwa]

shinsuke who plays the role of respectful host and good little brother, welcoming you two back home and ensuring everything is prepared. shinsuke who's a little lucky that his sister focuses more on spending time with granny yumie, allowing him to be the one to entertain you. he flirts with you a little, with ease and familiarity of someone who's known you most of his life, making known his interest. now that his feelings have reawakened, he wants to see where things could go with you, the first person his heart chose.

[aegonsdrunkenpoetry]

TOM GLYNN-CARNEY

Photoshoot for "The Oresteia": x

[tragicwaif]

we need more bdsm rapefic. when the safe word is ignored 🔥🔥🔥🔥

[tragicwaif]

consensual non consent to nonconsensual non consent

[cloverbbun]

riding him and you can see how his abs tense up the moment you sink down. and when you finally have him balls deep inside of you, his thighs quiver from how hard he has to hold himself back from fucking himself into you...

[mlarayoukai-archive]

(affirming myself in the mirror) if that fictional man was real he would fuck you. He would fuck you. You're his exact type. If he saw you he'd get a boner instantly. He would fuck you he would fu

[voidcat]

the intimacy of taking a bath with someone

doesn't matter if it begins to be something hot and sexy with a certain goal. to take care of them, to be at the other party's hands at your most vulnerable. to tend to someone when they're helpless and sick, cannot move a limb on their own, reliant on your help.

gently massaging the scalp to your perfect liking and need. finding the spots that make you melt, ones that make you contract your whole body, applying perfectly calculated pressure to spots that each need it.

dragging your nails down their body, feeling every little bump of prickly skin, their curves, dips, fat and flesh as your finger tips graze against their skin. how they get goosebumps at certain spots and shiver at others.

gently scrubbing their skin, feeling them ease into you, melt into you slowly. water pouring down on the both of you and the temperature is a long forgotten convern whether its 'perfect' to one's liking or not. all the coldness they require comes from your lithe touches- all the warmth you need is provided from their body. all the barreers down, relaxed and easing into one another, not a worry in sight, still a little flustered. hands roam and massage long enough that this feels like the only moment the two of you have ever existed, a small moan escaping their lips.

for all the things you've done, can done or have fantasized on doing so-- something far too innocent feels too much to handle. to see each other so vulnerable, bare and without anything to hide from one another. and when a hand reaches out to cup the other's cheek, it's inevitable to pulled by each other's gravity, until one of you feels warm, wet lips placing a chaste kiss on the other's corner of lips, your breaths mingling and hitching.

[pissbataille]

Will you take Egg to squire?

A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS— 1.06. The Morrow.