thinking about the super cute moment when you ask katsuki to be mean to you during sex. and katsuki is mean. the first word people use to describe him is mean. he’s mean in interviews, mean to his friends, mean to his employees, mean when he’s saving injured people.
but when you roll around to face him in bed, cute little smile with your hand on his chest and your head laying on his bicep, you ask him. freshly washed hair, lavender scented as you stretch a leg over his waist.
“could you try being mean to me during sex?” its like you’re asking if he wants to go out for breakfast in the morning.
he peers down at you with a heavy frown but his voice is light when he says, “but i don’t wanna be mean to you.”
he’s so innocent when he says it, like it would be a crime to treat you anything like the princess you are. his arm even wraps around your back tighter, pressing you to his body.
you whine loudly, “you’re not gonna be actually mean but like… sexy mean.”
katsuki breathes a laugh, “sexy mean? my usual mean isn’t sexy to you, baby?”
“your usual mean is sexy when it’s not directed to me. but sexy mean is when you’re just a lil mean. push me around a little, call me a slut and a whore, call me desperate, you know that stuff. you’ll be good at it, trust me.”
katsuki raises his eyebrows completely unconvinced. “sorry sweetheart, you just don’t bring that outta me.”
you pout with a sigh, “fine. if you ever wanna try let me know. don’t spring it up on me though, don’t wanna start crying randomly.”
he pecks your forehead mid chuckle, “got it babe.”
♥️ I have given myself to his love, his light has embraced me sweetly in a pink flame of pure love, he has kissed my soul with the golden melody that my name beat from his heart...
Nimona is definitely the strangest movie I've watched in a very long time. It's good, it's very good, but I desperately want to know what was going on in the mind of the people that created it. Also the romance was so plain and clear that it reverse queerbaited me, I'm speechless. The tables turned and I was still in yesteryear
Just thinking about being held in place by someone's entire weight and fed until they feel I'm full enough. Using all their softness and heft to make sure I grow just as they have, so many delicious bites passing through my lips as I feel my stuffed belly pressing more and more into their own, soft and warm, spilling on top of me.
Filled with so much food and drink that I lost track of just how much I'd eaten, how long it had been... Completely lost in their warmth as they step back and assess the damage, telling me how much these little indulgences are going to add up, musing about my softening body and how much we both look forward to seeing it grow even more.
Falling asleep wrapped around each other, maybe even right there on the couch, softness against softness as we laugh and sleepily discuss breakfast plans with the last bits of energy we have left for the day, knowing tomorrow will be just as fulfilling 😌
watching everyone’s faces as they kind of start to process the idea that Predathos being destroyed might… take power away from? change? hurt? kill? Imogen, and knowing that that’s where her mind has been this whole time…
Fearne looks terrified - she hates the idea of ever losing any of the people that she’s decided are hers.
Laudna is obviously devastated by that idea, and kind of maybe possibly willing to let the world burn for Imogen’s sake.
Orym still devastated by the loss of his husband and father, who has dedicated himself to stopping the people who killed them no matter the cost, thinking that they might lose Imogen in this fight too…