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Tried out Studio Ghilbi style :)

I went downhill after I rewatched ‘Over the garden wall’, after finding out Dipper x Wirt I just couldn’t myself to make a AU, like runaway Wirt and love stricken Dipper or something, basically brain rot.

Hope you guys like it.

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I send message after message, waiting.

One finally comes - an apology.

And I break.

Each apology blurs my vision and feels like a knife twisting in my chest.

Each lackluster Canadian sorry feels like a hot iron pressed into my stomach.

Each sorry makes me want to leave. Take that as you will.

I send message after message, waiting.

None ever comes.

And I stop.

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HERE IS THE PLACE WHERE I LOVE YOU

prompt: Katniss has a nightmare and Peeta comforts her!

Word count: 1.7k

cw: nightmares, canon typical violence, trauma

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The live broadcast of Peeta’s interview with Caesar Flickerman has already started when Katniss Everdeen steps into the District Thirteen mess hall.

The boy looks wrong, hollow, Katniss thinks. Gaunt and ragged on the Capitol’s live stream. Dark shadows hanging under his eyes as if all the life has been sucked right out of him. The tie around his neck looks like the collars that Katniss has seen the Peacekeepers use on their dogs to keep them obedient. It looks like a noose, she realises with a start; a necklace of rope tight around his adam's apple.

He looks like a ghost and Katniss isn't sure if she's breathing or not as her eyes stay glued on Thirteen’s display.

At first, Peeta seems complacent enough - responding to Caesar's questions with curt, quiet, measured answers that Katniss doesn’t quite pick up on through the numb rushing in her ears.

Then, Peeta calls out for Katniss to flee.

Alarm bells ring.

"They're coming, Katniss,” he stares at her through the screen, eyes bloodshot, mouth frantic. 

“They're going to kill everyone in District Thirteen! You’ll be dead by morning, you have to-"

Two gunshots are fired in sharp succession. Peeta slumps into the chair, mouth agape, eyes glazed over, blood trickling down from his nose.

Dead.

Dead.  Dead.  Dead.  Dead.  Dead.  Dead.  Dead.  Dead.

Guttural cries tear their way out of Katniss's throat at this. Feral, terrified things that morph into wails when she looks up and the live feed cuts out causing Peeta's lifeless form to disappear before her very eyes. Just like that, another person is gone. Another person she loves - gone.

"Peeta?" His name is barely a whisper on her lips, but her throat feels like she's been screaming it for days.

The girl squeezes her eyes shut and presses her hands against her ears then, desperate to erase the residue of Peeta’s image from her head, desperate to forget. But it's no use. The memories come pouring through anyway.

Finnick; screaming out for her as mutts drag him down, tearing his body apart limb by limb with their bloody, snapping jaws. Ribbons of his blood mixing with the water and splattering on the cement below.

A terrified Rue resting one hand over the gaping hole in her blood-soaked chest and using her other to grip onto Katniss's fingers shakily. A tear slips down the small girl's face. "Can you sing?"  

Cinna's lips pressing against her forehead. "I'm still betting on you, Girl on Fire.” And then- bangs, yelling. His broken limp body being dragged away as Katniss screams and reteches and hurls herself against the glass separating her from him.

Prim. Messy blonde plaits backdropped by bloodshed and violence. Tuck your tail in, little duck. Somewhere in the distance, Katniss hears children wailing, and she struggles to her knees, crawling closer to Prim, needing to pull her sister away from the death and anguish surrounding them. Another bomb goes off before Katniss can reach her and then - burning skin, burning hair, and all Katniss can think about is how she can't see her little sister’s blue eyes anymore-

Katniss wakes up with a jolt, panicking and breathless and sobbing. Reaching out for something - anything -  hands frantic and trembling as she gains her bearings in the darkness.

“Peeta? Peeta-” she gasps out for him, another scream starting to tear its way out of her throat when she gets no reply.

But then;

“I’ve got you, Katniss. You’re okay.”

A light switches on. Gentle hands find her shaking arms as warm blue eyes find her own and then Peeta is there, tapping smooth patterns into her wrists, tugging her close so that her forehead can rest on his bare shoulder.

“You’re safe, We’re okay, sweetheart. It’s okay. We're in our room. You had a nightmare.”

His words are slow, grounding- reminding her where she is, who she is. The only thing tethering her to reality as the nightmare threatens to pull her back under.

Katniss’s memories (blood and screams, death, Peeta-) rears up again in the back of her mind and she shakes her head desperately, a jagged sob escapes her before she has the chance to stifle it.

Peeta’s voice is soothing and kind, contrasting his sleep mussed appearance. When he opens his arms, Katniss falls into them, allowing herself to be gathered up, still sweaty and shaking, and held against his chest.

She probably shouldn't be doing this. Feels near sick for having woken Peeta up, but the boy just holds her tight, despite the shudders. Cradling her head against his shoulder and letting his fingers massage her scalp gently.

“I promise you’re okay, sweetheart,” his murmurs are soft but they reach her regardless. “I’ve got you.”

“Real?"

Katniss sounds like a terrified child when she asks, the admission tumbling out of her, cleaving the air between them into fragments.

Peeta, noticing her growing panic, takes her hand in his and presses it against his chest, right above his heart.

"Real,” he murmurs firmly. “We’re alright, okay? I'm here, Katniss. I'm here. The war is over. The Games are over. You’ve got me."

In all honesty, she's not sure how long she cries for, trying her hardest to fight against the tight grip of sleep that threatens to pull her out of Peeta’s reach. Just knows that at some point, the bone-deep fear that's been carving a path through her finally begins to retreat.

Katniss digs the heels of her palms into her eyes so hard that stars begin to appear behind her eyelids. Pressing her head into Peeta’s chest and taking slow breaths in order to calm her racing heart back down.

The boy notices her attempts, letting his hand brush over her hair as she takes shaky breaths

“That’s it, Kat,” Peeta coos sweetly. “There you go. Deep breaths.”

By the time she manages to find some kind of semblance of calm, there are already choked apologies are prepared on her lips.

“I’m sorry, Peeta. I didn’t- I didn’t mean to wake you-”

“Hey, hey. None of that, honey. It’s okay.”

She feels his chin resting on the crown of her head, a kiss pressed softly against her tangled hair.

“But I woke you, and I know you get tired after full shifts at the bakery and-” 

Her mouth is clumsy, exhausted. Stumbling around as she tries to speak.

She’s making a fool of herself.

As if he can read her thoughts, Peeta shakes his head and pulls her hands away from her face, squeezing them gently in his own.

“Katniss, you don’t have to apologise. I love you, a nightmare isn’t ever going to change that. Do you want to talk about it?”

The girl shakes her head, no words needed. She prefers to talk about her nightmares during the day, when daylight can wash them away easily and everything feels a little more bearable. She always has.

Peeta’s eyes just soften as he brushes her hair out of her face with gentle fingers.

“C’mere.”

He lies back, pulling her down with him carefully - a careful hand cupping the back of her head, as he guides her to lie on top of him.

Katniss goes willingly, fitting against him like a puzzle piece. Her head finds its home under his chin whilst her hand makes a loose fist against his bare chest.

“We’re okay,” she murmurs into the almost darkness. “Real or not real?”

“Real.”

“We’re safe.”

“Real.”

“You love me.”

Peeta unclasps the fist her hand is making smoothly and then pulls her palm over his chest, slightly left of centre.

“Right here.”

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"I'm back!"

When Peeta comes back from work the next day, it’s nearly midnight.

Katniss hears the sound of the boy shutting the door behind him and it’s enough to get her off the couch and rushing out of the living room, bare feet surging over freezing tiles, before the boy even has the chance to step through the foyer.

She throws herself at him and he catches her, hands framing her waist easily as he laughs.

"Woah, hey sweetheart," Peeta presses a kiss to her forehead, pulling away a little when his lips come into contact with her skin. "You’re freezing!”

Katniss shrugs and presses her face into the crook of his neck.

"Missed you. I shouldn’t have let you go this morning."

Peeta shoots her a look that says I told you so and Katniss flicks his shoulder lightly.

In all truth, he hadn’t wanted to go to work this morning. Had curled up against her under the comforter and whispered that he could take the day off - that Delly wouldn’t mind opening up.

But Katniss had shaken her head, still slightly guilty for keeping him up through the night.

“You deserve a break from me, Peeta. Go and do what you love.”

When he’d whispered with a shit-eating grin that she was what he loved, Katniss had kicked him straight out of the bed.

Now, she’s regretting that choice.

Oblivious, Peeta smiles down at her. "I missed you too. How was your day?"

The girl rubs at her eyes a little as she shrugs again.

"Boring. Cold, I hate winter," she grumbles. "The heater broke."

"Oh yeah?" Peeta cocoons her hands in his and blows on her fingers - warming them up absentmindedly.

"You're telling me I've been sitting in a warm bakery all day whilst my girl has been freezing at home?"

Katniss nods against him but doesn't reply, perfectly happy to stay here, tucked into his chest as he sways them back and forth slightly.

“You sure you're okay?”

“I’m fine.”

”In that case, we should probably get some rest, sleepyhead. It’s getting late.”

“I’m fine. It’s fine.”

“Katniss.”

“Peeta.”

She feels his lips move against the crown of her head. "Let's go upstairs?"

The girl grumbles a little in protest but Peeta presses a finger to her lips with a tut.  

"Nope, I'm not hearing it, you're dead on your feet. We need to get you warmed up and then we can take a nap. That sound alright to you?"

Katniss flinches slightly at the second proposal and Peeta's gaze softens as if he senses her reluctance.

"I'll be there if you wake up, Katniss. I promise."

When they lie down in their bed a few minutes later Peeta repeats his words.

"Sleep, Katniss," he says. "I'll be here if you wake up."

Winter's first snowfall brings with it memories of war and fear and death, but with Peeta Mellark at her side, Katniss feels like she's halfway to spring already.

here’s part of a a song i wrote about questioning romantic love when you see it falling apart all around you and you’re not sure if you’ve ever really felt it :’)

based on this

lyrics:

what is it to be known?

what is it to be had?

somebody sits by your bedside

brushed your hair

holds your hand

what is it to be seen?

what is it to be held?

keeping letters in the bottom drawer

where you know you won’t forget

prints on paper

years have passed

it’s difficult i know

hold on tight, and please hold fast

promise you won’t let go

there was something once here

but it feels so far

and i don’t know

i don’t know

who you are

what is it to be felt?

what is it to be heard?

@emmy420 part 2 of your request for Katsuki! :)

Part 1 Masterlist <3

Katsuki boyfriend scenarios, Fem!Reader (SFW and NSFW)

-Part 2

You dye your hair

You sit on your bed watching TV and letting the bleach in your hair develop, as you were planning on going blonde again to match Katsuki.

Sure, it was a little impulsive, but you just wanted to see his reaction.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing as it sits next to you on your bed. The phone buzzes as katsukis face pops up on screen, a photo of him that you had taken while his guard was down. You had refused to delete it when you realised how cute it was, and he refused to forgive you for days after that, fake pouting and teasing you until your begged him for his forgiveness.

You can feel the buzzing on your legs as the vibrations travel through the mattress, and you beam at the thought of talking to your boyfriend right now.

You grin as you accept the call in seconds, greeting him with a purr as he checks in on you. He hasn't seen you all day, and you can tell that he misses you.

"Hey baby~ I'm just dying my hair right now, what about you, what have you been doing today?"

He completely ignores your question in favour of marching straight towards your dorm. He was going to visit later anyway, but now he wasn't going to bother dropping his bags back at his room. He wanted to see this.

"You're what now? I'm coming over, because I need to see this. You're such a dumbass. If it's bright orange or some shit like that I'm buzzcutting your head. You're going bald."

He has a mean smile on his lips and you can tell, but it only makes you laugh louder as he opens your door, his phone in his hand and the call still active.

He walks in to see you with fresh bleach in your hair, the previously darker colour lifting out and going yellowish.

"... Ta da?"

"You're such a dumbass... Are you gonna leave it like that after? Or are you gonna go another colour?"

He smiles softly as he looks straight at you, thinking about how nice you would look as a blonde.

"I'm gonna tone it, I wanted us to match."

He's so weak for you. He wears that wobbly little smile as you practically knock his feet from under him with your answer, and he simply plants himself down by your side, sitting and watching your movie with you as he tries not to show how much that affected him.

"'Kay. I'm helping."

He finds out you have no father

The two of you were talking about your plans for the summer when it came up in conversation. It's not exactly something you avoid talking about in general, but it's also something you never actively wanted to discuss either.

"I'm gonna be at you house a lot so... hope your parents don't mind. If they do, I don't care."

He was being stubborn as always, and you sweatdrop as you let him know that your mom's going to be away for a friend's hen-do for about a week, and that she's already given you permission to have friends over.

"What about your dad?"

"What dad, lmao?"

He simply looks at you for a second, caught off guard by your cursed joke and the new information that's been presented to him. So, it's just you and your mom then, huh.

He always wondered why he only ever saw your mom around the house and no father. It makes sense that there's none to be found.

"That-... Huh..."

He's genuinely speechless by the nonchalant way you said it, nodding his head and losing his stubborn, tough exterior. Where did your dad go, anyway?

He thinks you must be a mind reader because as soon as he processes that thought you're already answering like he voiced it.

"He just left when I was kid. We still don't have milk to this day"

He chokes on his laugh. Another joke?

"It's okay, you can laugh. It's funny-"

You're laughing at your own joke and your boyfriend's hesitance to laugh himself, walking along the pathway to your house and giggling still, even as you put the keys in your door.

"So that's why when you hold my hand, you just hold my pinkie, huh? Cute"

Okay, now it's your turn to flush pink and go quiet, retaining your embarrassed smile and pretending to be mad, though Katsuki can see straight through your act like glass.

"S-shut up"...

He sees you getting catcalled

Katsuki likes to take you on walks very often. He says it keeps you both healthy and that he refuses to have a lazy girlfriend. In reality, he just likes to feed the ducks with you. It's his favourite pastime.

The two of you are just chatting, your boyfriend finally relaxing after a long and stressful day, and finally feeling like he can properly be your boyfriend and take you out.

"Sorry I've been busy lately."

"Don't apologise, I think it's amazing that you're putting everything into your dream."

You smile up at him, squeezing his hand in yours and properly taking in his appearance as you walk by the river, the water reflecting the beautiful orange and pink sunset.

He's wearing his favourite black tank top that he won't let you steal from him, and a loose pair of cargo pants that he had changed into after training, his firm chest and arm muscle teasing you with their appearance. He looks so good, and you can't take your eyes off of him.

All goes well, and your date is peaceful as you and Katsuki sit at your favourite bench, until you hear the voice of a man catcalling somebody. At first you don't realise he's talking to you, but when you do, your heart sinks.

"What's up, baby? You lookin' for some dick?! I wanna drink the milk outta your tiddies!"

What the fuck?

It's just a shitty feeling. It feels predatory, and unsafe. It's embarrassing, and uncomfortable and every time you hear that little whistle, and the vulger words coming out of a man's mouth, you wish you could say something back, but every time, you freeze.

How else could you react to something like that? These men are dangerous and unpredictable, and you're not willing to put yourself in danger for your pride, because you can't back it up with strength like Katsuki.

Speaking of Katsuki, he can feel the way that you freeze. How your breathing fastens and you shift closer to him. He can practically feel the discomfort radiating from you in waves. And he's livid.

You bring your hands up to cover your chest, even if it's already covered with a loose, oversized shirt that you had stolen from your boyfriend, and you avert your gaze down to the floor in shame, your cheeks red as tears gather in your eyes.

Katsuki hates to see you cry. He really, really fucking hates it.

"What the fuck did you just say?... Don't you wanna say that shit to me? Say it again, I fucking dare you. You're a fucking disgusting pig- You're a grown-ass man, and you're saying that shit to girls? Fucking pitiful. Grow the fuck up."

By now your boyfriend has left your side in favour of grabbing this balding, fourty-something year old man by the throat, letting off little explosions from his fingertips and scorching the guys neck.

When he pulls away, he wipes his hand on his sweats, disgusted to have touched such a piece of shit, and he leaves the guy on the floor, a little dark spot on his pants where he peed a little from that frankly terrifying confrontation with the blonde.

You're not even remotely upset with him for threatening a civilian, you're just thankful that he stood up for you, feeling so relieved that you had him there with you.

You spend the rest of the night in his arms, shedding a couple of tears because of how objectified you felt, while he cuddles you in bed and tells you how smart you are, and how proud he is of you.

You couldn't ask for a better man.

You watch a horror movie with him

Your eyebrows raise in interest as you watch a murder documentary, listening intently while your boyfriend looks at you like you've grown a second head.

It's dark in the room and the curtains are drawn, the only light coming from the TV in front of you while you share a bag of popcorn with him.

The last in the documentary had murdered a fair few of her husbands with rat poison or something like that, and had worked her way to becoming rich from the money of her victims.

"You... aren't taking notes, are you?..."

He's only half joking, a little perturbed by your morbid interest in something so grim, but you only laugh in response, smooching his cheek affectionately and cuddling into his side.

"I hope that answers your question~"

"Remarkably enough, no, it doesn't."

You hold back another boisterous laugh, placing your hand on his chest as he cuddles closer into you. It's too late now, he suggested this because he was being a cheeky motherfucker and wanted to see you all cute and scared. The plan went sideways, and then back on itself and then sideways again. Oh well, he can't back out now, he's a man of pride, damnit.

Of course, you notice the way holds onto your waist a little tighter, and you hear the little shocked expletives muttered under his breath when an especially gory detail comes up.

Lord, save him.

Sleeping that night is a hard task for him, and he clings to you like a koala even as you sleep like a baby, so when you wake up the next morning and make breakfast for a crusty Katsuki with a serious case of bedhead and panda eyes, you can't help but coo at him as you attempt not to burst out laughing.

He gets accidentally turned on

Shit.

He was sitting at his desk like usual, staring out the window while waiting for you to arrive, but he must've been too wrapped up in his own thoughts because when you entered the room, he didn't even realise.

The room is bright and well lit in the early morning and it's just you and a couple of other people, since you're about ten minutes early, and everyone's chatting and distracted except for him.

You smile and sit on his desk, not quite startling him, but catching him by surprise as he looks forward and is met with the sight of your thighs right in front of his face.

They look so soft and thick... He bets they'd make a great pair of earmuffs.

When you shimmy a little on his desk, he watches them move and sees a pair of light pink panties under your skirt, which had ridden up from all of your movement.

"... Katsuki?-"

His head snaps up to meet your eyes with his own, his face red.

"You look a little... constipated... Are you okay?"

He only grunts in reply, turning his head away quickly and crossing his legs to hide the awkward boner he's sprouted in class. Shit. You're so fucking hot, he can't take it anymore.

His breathing quickens as he tries every trick in the book to calm himself down, making you very aware of what you've done.

"Aw... Can't contain yourself, Katsuki?"

You smirk at him, not bothering to pull your skirt down because apparently you've decided to be a menace this morning.

"Fuck you."

He walks in on you masturbating

You were just taking some time to yourself to do some self-service. Katsuki's been gone the entire day to get some extra training done, meanwhile you lay in his dorm room, watching TV and doing some self care while you wait for the time to pass.

The arousal stirs in your belly as you get a message from your favourite blonde.

'Can't fucking wait to see you tonight.'

You know he probably didn't mean for that message to be as sexual as it was, but you can't help but feel needy at the thought of him getting back just to eat you out and fuck you senseless.

It drives you absolutely mad, and the imagery of what Katsuki probably looks like right now, sweating and panting as his muscles swell from exertion, had you reeling and warmth pooling between your thighs.

You just feel so empty, and you're filled with desire as you keep letting your thoughts wander to him.

It certainly helps that you feel pretty right now, so you feel no shame or embarrassment. Your hair is fresh from the shower you took earlier and your skin is clear after your intense routine.

You feel well preened and as you let your hand trail down your belly, past the band of your (Katsuki's) sweats and into your panties, feeling the damp fabric cling to your throbbing cunt.

The curtains are drawn and it's dark in the room, just the way you like it, and your form is hidden beneath the duvet on your boyfriend's bed, covered with the sheets the two of you had picked out together, since he knew you would be spending a lot of time in his room. He wanted you to have a say in the decoration so that you felt more at home there.

The memory only has you hotter for him. He's an amazing man, and the best aprtner you could answer, and you find yourself wanting to give him all of you just to make him feel good. You would do anything for him, you were so completely in love.

Your finger slowly starts to massage your clit, rubbing in little circles and dipping down to gather slick from your folds, your back arching slightly as you lift up a leg, writhing from the much needed pressure on your aching clit.

However, the second you hear the door click, you freeze. It's already too late, and Katsuki is cut off mid sentence when he finally sees you, taking in your flushed face, your hair that's strewn across his pillows, and the hand that's dipped beneath the covers on his bed. On his bed.

God, as if this isn't driving him crazy enough, there's something about you doing this in his bed, dressed in his clothes, that has him fucking feral.

He can see your breasts through the thin fabric of his white tank top, and the colour of your areola, as well as some side-boob that immediately has him at full mast in his loose pants.

He might actually die.

He grins at you evilly, making your blood run cold as you flush just as red as the blood flowing through your veins, while you scooch further away and panic.

"I- it's not what it looks like!-"

When has that line ever worked, you chastise yourself.

"Oh? 'Sure looks like you're fucking yourself to me."

Well, now what are you supposed to say to that?

"And in my bed? Did you miss me that much?~"

You feel another wave of slick soak your underwear and your fingers as your legs remain pressed closed, your thighs squeezing together beneath his sheets.

You're literally gushing for him.

So when he joins you on the bed slowly, waiting for any amount of hesitance from you and recieving only an eager whine in response, he's about ready to literally engulf you. He wants to kiss and lick and bite every bit of skin he can get his hands on.

He knows you like to keep warm, and that you can get a little shy at times, so instead of tearing the covers from you like an animal, like he wants to, he exercises some self restraint, and joins you under the covers in the low light of the room, your movie long forgotten.

He slides his hand down your belly, resting his body on top of yours and trapping you beneath the wall of muscle that is his chest, laying gentle kisses and nips to your neck that has you shivering and your breath hitching.

It looks like he was right, and he's very amused as his suspicions are proven correct, his fingers ghosting over soaked panties and slick fingers that rest between closed thighs.

"I can't help it- you're just- ugh! You're so-"

You don't even have the words to describe him as you stare at his god-like figure above you, but you communicate it well enough with the unintelligible whines you breathe out into his neck.

Great, now his ego is boosted.

"You're so wet for me, you're driving me fuckin' crazy."

His kinks, and the body part he's obsessed with

Katsuki's an absolute slut for biting. He always wants to leave marks on your body as evidence that he was there, and that partly feeds into his breeding kink, because he specifically likes to bit you, hard, on the neck while filling you up with his cum.

You can bet he buys the extra thin feel comdoms because he needs to feel the way your walls clench and quiver around him, but he won't tell you that unless you're in the heat of the moment, when he mutters, and literally growls into your ear how much he just loves to feel your insides and fill you up.

Your sure he has a specific kink for oral as well, because you would never have thought he'd be so needy to have you sit on his face literally every other day.

At first you were a little shy to do it, because what if you taste bad, or what if he doesn't like your smell? It's not like you can control it... So you were hesitant. He had bared with the skittishness the first time, because he loves you, but the second time, he had to push your hips away and reprimand you.

You were mortified that he was pushing you away, until he spoke, and then you were just stunned.

"Look, I bared with it the first time because I'm nice like that, but stop crouching. If you don't actually plant that pussy right on my face until I suffocate and die, I don't think I will ever actually forgive you, or myself. Now Sit. On. My. Face. Sit."

You almost choke on your breath, but he believes that it was worth it, because he got what he wanted, which was to be smothered by your pussy lips.

You could see his eyes roll to the back of his head from below your skirt as he tongue fucked you, thrusting his hips into the air. That first time he got to properly eat you out, he came in his pants. He wasn't even ashamed or embarrassed, not that you wanted or expected him to be, but he was nonchalant about it.

"What did you expect?"

The body part you think he's the most obsessed with, though, is your hips. And you're right on the money. He loves to squeeze them, and hold them, and kiss them.

Anytime you both walk in public, he's either holding your hand, or he's got an arm around your waist and his hand on your hip.

The blonde is a slut for your hips, and loves to bite and suck on them, and and trace a thumb over the bone that naturally juts out no matter how much weight you lose or put on. And when you shake your hips for him like a bellydancer, he almost foams at the mouth. He's entranced by you, and quite literally, in the words of our lord and saviour Doja Cat herself, worships your hips and waist.

The kink that took him the longest time to admit to though, was his daddy kink. He doesn't know why, but hearing your voice drop a tone as you called him daddy just to tease him made him weak.

He had the air knocked out of his lungs for a few seconds there, but since he thought you might not actually take so kindly to this new discovery of his, he kept quiet. He has no idea how you found out, but you did, and Katsuki received no mercy from your teasing until he broke and finally came clean about it, leading to one of the best nights he's ever had, and a night he frequently thinks back on when you're not with him and he has to let off some steam.

You get caught making out

Katsuki's tongue invades your mouth as you sit on his lap, grinding down against the tent in his pants as he holds your hips, large hands massaging and gripping at your love handles. He loves how wide your hips are, and the squishiness that comes with it.

He was just sitting at his desk, minding his own business when you basically attacked him out of nowhere, his lips parting in that confused little pout he makes sometimes, his eyebrows furrowing.

God, that expression has you putty in his hands without fault, and you're immediately slotting your hips over his as you lock lips with him, your piercing bar running along his own tongue and making the great Katsuki Bakugou shiver.

It's only just getting to the good part when his hands slide down to your ass and then back up again, only to part ways again soon after. He slides his right hand over your ribs, teasing you with the lightest touch of his fingers before grabbing your breast under your bra and kneading it, while his left hand slides down, reaching just past the waistband of your pants.

Sadly, the two of you are interrupted by Denki, and Katsuki's never hated the little cockblocker more than he does now.

"Hey Katsuki- Oh my god I'm- fuck! sorry! bye!"

"..."

"I'm gonna fucking castrate you, you little sparkplug!"

Denki slams the door on his way out, scared out of his wits and probably traumatised.

"At least we're not naked?..."

He does have to agree with you on that one.

And with that, his boner is gone, and he sighs quietly before leaning forward to bury his face into your clothed breasts, mourning the loss of the moment ™️ and simply wrapping his arms around you to keep his nerves down.

🪐 — @trickstercaptain  +  @shadowcovcn​  ( laszlo ) sent   a meme   for  nadja   :

69  —  hounds of love  by  kate bush   ▶︎

    ❝ WHEN I WAS A CHILD  i’d run in the night, afraid of what might be  — hiding in the dark, hiding in the streets from what was following me.  &  now the hounds of love are hunting me. ❞

[Keiros] 400 Follower Gift - Funky Nails Fem Frame Edition

Once again thank you for 400 followers! (I'm actually close to 500 now wowie!!)

Turns out the conversion of these to fem frame wasn't actually as big a task as I thought so yippee! I'm making a new post for these just because why not lol, want to make sure people see these properly! I've added the folder link to the original post too but if people have already downloaded they may miss it so yeehaw

Fem Frame (Masc frame linked below as well)

36 designs with 66 total swatches

Disabled for random

Ideas taken from Pinterest, all drawn by me though

Download: SFS

T.O.U

Do not edit/recolour (Ask me first)

Credit me if you use in sim dumps

Do not put behind a paywall

Love to be tagged if you use these!

Static previews under the cut!

….oh wait…me?😮‍💨💀🥶

sigh

I am so normal about these guys

I know I know its another oc you probably don't care about, but I love them and had fun drawing them lol

(I promise I will draw more haikyuu fanart soon lol)

ehehehe ahh I have been watching playthroughs of ace attorney lately and I realised I have never drawn these two before!! Idk why Apollo looks so gremlin here but whatever lol

I have committed crimes.

Quick and messy Miya twins sketch because I am watching season four with the bestie and I am having emotions.

More Klavier because I am having emotions about him.

Happy Birthday Osamu~~

(ah, i had this whole plan of like four pieces outlining the twins day hanging out with their significant others and then with each other to celebrate their birthday but then I had a migraine and haven't had the chance to draw them yet ;m; Atsumu, i swear i will draw something for you too as soon as I get the chance!! wahh ;n; )