decided to start rewatching stuff with bro and started with step up and kick ass and just went and rewatched dc and marvel movies and now I’m going through it. and by going through it I mean I’m returning back to my dc and marvel phase. watching peacemaker rn and vigilante is so <333
i would like to officially announce that i am no longer in love with anime men. instead, i am in love with painted men. my first crush: satan, ofc. always falling for the villains first. this is my man now.
Let me wipe the soot off your cheek while you gaze at me lovingly, pls sir
Also miner!Silco content because I haven’t seen anything on that despite it being a huge part of his backstory. I went through several ideas on what he would wear working, but I vetoed a gas mask and any protective gear because I feel like they didn’t care enough to protect the people working
he hates it with a passion that burns throughout depths so deep, he’s unsure how he’s put up with it for so long. and by so long, it’s really only been a few days, but your bed doesn’t really allow much room for him with the giant pillow, therefore he’s stuck in the guest room.
and he hates it. he wants to hold you in his arms and feel your warmth, he wants to kiss your lips goodnight as your eyes close slowly, he wants to rub your belly and feel your baby kick, and he wants to fall asleep to your hushed voice as you murmur little secrets to him—but mostly, he really just wants to be there, just so he can make sure himself that you’re okay.
because that’s his job, and this is his family. his. he’s never had one—not like this anyway. it’s the homely kind where he gets to come to a house and listen to sock-clad feet run to him, the kind where saturdays are reserved for movies and dinners and evening strolls in the park. he’s always wanted one, and he’s so, so close to making it a reality. but the tiniest part of his brain in the far back corner whispers that it’s all too good to be true.
and he wants nothing more than for it to be true, and he wants to be there to watch over you so he can make sure of it, but the damned pillow coming in the way makes that a tad bit difficult.
“goodnight, kenny,” you murmur, settling into bed against the large cushion. “see you in the morning.” draken fights the urge to toss it out the window, lips curling into a tiny pout as he eyes the cramped bit of free space beside you.
“ah…i think…i think i’ll stay in here tonight,” he mumbles. “it’s cold in that room.” frowning, you tilt your head in confusion.
“cold? isn’t that room usually warmer than—”
“well, i hate it in there,” he blurts. and he almost kicks himself, instantly regretting the words when he sees the look on your face. you’re too good for this world, too good for him, too good to be staring at him with guilt in your eyes.
“do you want me to get rid of the pillow?” you ask quietly, and to his dismay, he hears you sniffle. panic sets in.
“n-no! baby, of course not. if it helps you sleep better, that’s all i care about. you’re carrying my baby, after all. don’t…don’t worry your pretty little head over—”
“why didn’t you tell me? now i feel awful,” you say with teary eyes. his own eyes widen, and he stares at you, unsure of how to fix what he’s started. your lips wobble slightly, and his composure cracks a little.
“‘s not on you, babe, i—”
“i’m…i’m the worst aren’t i?” you pout, voice cracking as you stare at him sadly, “just so selfish. you can’t sleep in our bed cause of me.” and he knows this isn’t really you speaking, he knows your emotions are a bit out of tune right now, but he can’t help but take even the smallest of your woes seriously.
“no,” he sighs. “no, of course not. you’re the best,” he says gently, sitting beside you and cupping your face with his large hand, rubbing over your cheek with his thumb. “you’re an angel. carrying our baby, lookin’ all pretty, still taking care of me when you should be relaxing” he murmurs. “you’re perfect.”
“best you ever had?” you sniffle hopefully. he chuckles, nodding.
“best of the best.”
“so that means you’ve had plenty before me, huh?” you raise a brow, and he sighs, preparing himself to stay calm as your mood shifts. but he thinks he likes you this way, pregnant and vulnerable and sometimes a little grouchy—because you’re pregnant and vulnerable and sometimes a little grouchy andhis.
“i knew that i wanted to see you round and pregnant with my child the moment i laid eyes on you,” he nods with faux seriousness, “never felt that with anyone else.” you giggle, rolling your eyes, and even though he chuckles, he sags slightly in relief.
“that’s perverted ken,” you snort.
“no, it’s dedicated,” he grins. and his hand lays gently over your bump, robbing soft circles over it as he stares down admiringly.
draken’s never been soft. he’s rough around the edges, and sometimes he says things rather tersely, but he’s love. in its rawest form, he is love. it’s his nature to care, and the annoying texts he sends constantly to check if you’ve drunk enough water, and the stupid way his hand hovers over corners of tables when you approach even if you’re a few feet away, and the way he sleeps in the hellish empty little guest room just so you can be comfortable are all ways he proves that through and through, draken is love.
he’syour love, and he loves you.
“would you like to spend the night in here? with me?” you ask.
“i think you mean us,” he corrects. “my little man is here too,” he leans down, pressing a delicate kiss to your belly.
“it could be your little girl,” you point out with a roll of your eyes. “but fine, would you like to join us in bed tonight?”
“what about your pillow? ya don’t need it?” he asks hesitantly. you shake your head, smiling gently as you sit up and set it down on the floor.
“not if you hold me,” you murmur.
“well, if you insist,” he hums happily, instantly crawling into bed beside you, “could never deny you.” you roll your eyes, chuckling quietly, and he chuckles too. and soon, you’re both laughing in synch—happy and together and ready for the grueling realities of parenthood. he holds you in his arms, kisses your lips, and rubs a hand over your belly to feel your baby kick, ready to fall asleep to your hushed voice as you murmur little secrets to him—just like he’s been wanting to. “and by the way, i’m definitely having a little man.”
a/n:i am two hours late to submitting BUT technically this is my second submission, and my first was the first in the whole collab
u and nanami havin sex but he’s being so soft and gentle with his thrusts n u so desperately want him to go faster and harder :( ur literally cryin and holding ur legs up higher, begging him to faster. “please please ken, go harder pleaseeeee” and nanami does nothing other than shush u, pressing a kiss to ur cheek, sayin “you’ll take what i give you angel” before only slightly picking up the pace, leaving u writhing in ur torment and pleasure simultaneously n cockdrunk :(
DESCRIPTION:after all these years, he still has to fuck you like it’s your first time
CONTENT WARNING:heavy size kink, gagging (via panties), teeny bit of pain (but reader enjoys it??), slight praise— but it’s thought, instead of spoken out loud
PAIRING:aged up! pro-hero! bakugou x gn!afab reader
NOTE:the kitty wrote this n she doesn’t proof read
comments n reblogs are greatly appreciated! pls n thx
“Cut it out with all the whining, you’ve taken it hundreds of times before.” Bakugou’s voice is stern, and you know he’s not playing around. He’s right, though, you had taken him various times before. This didn’t change the fact that every time he fucked you, you felt like you were going to be ripped in half.
He drug the head of his cock through the lips of your pussy, collecting the arousal on the tip of his cock. Your jumped as you felt his cock slap against your clit roughly. It was always like this with Bakugou. He’d make you cream around his fingers until you were sensitive to the touch, then he’d strike.
You felt him begin to slowly push the head of his cock past your hole, causing you to instinctively clench around him. A calloused hand wrapped around your throat, a feeling that made your eyes snap wide open. Your thighs instinctively pressed closer together as you watched the way his jaw clenched.
Warnings:f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, hybrid au, established relationship, reader is a bunny hybrid, mentions of past kidnapping, reader is an airhead, tiny angst, cunnilingus, rough sex, creampie, breeding kink, heat cycles, unprotected sex, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.
Note: commissioned by bby grey @meganemoon thank you so much and hope u like it luv!
Synopsis:Mikey would do anything for his wife—even hightail out of an important meeting.
“You told me you loved me that night on the phone because it was safe. Because I didn’t tell you it was me, but you knew. You knew from my laugh. Is that why you steal songs from my playlists? What are you so afraid of?”
“I want his love. To be worthy of his love. His infinite touch gliding over my body sinking through my skin to touch my soul and melt me into a thousand stars that shine just for him…”
A/N: this was heavily inspired by that school trip scene in fruit’s basket, so if you haven’t watched that anime, pls do it’s so good also special thanks to @kirislut for helping me finish this fic bc i was stuck for a bit
“a huge gust of air escaping through his nose as soon as your hand falls to your lap. He tries his best to compose himself, not wanting to be as solid as a rock” i REALLY need to get my mind out of the gutter whew
and the fact that i kissed him while there are villains literally beating our classmate uP i cackled
