#and found this as one of my classic just before falling asleep notes

[bookwyrminspiration]

Imagine if Sophie shattered. there's no one to fix her, she's the only one who can do that. you'd need a new person to fix her. some of her friends are ethically questionable enough to try, to make someone like Forkle made her. logistics aside, can you imagine how fucked up it would be to be that person? to be created solely in the name of saving someone else? that your existence is for one other person? that you were created out of desperate love for someone who isn't you? sophie was made with a vague purpose, but this is different. this is specific. what do you do with yourself?

#kotlc #this is quite the random thought experiment but I'm going through my drafts atm #and found this as one of my classic just before falling asleep notes #(well. it was phrased differnelt.y I fleshed it out) #but anyway! #imagine with me...

[piedinthepiper]

You owe me (pt. 2) ☆

Mafia!Jungkook x psychologist!reader x mafia!Taehyung (slightly)

Summary: His efforts seem pointless. But when it comes to jealousy, anger and you, he just can’t help himself. And neither can you.

Warnings: yandere!Jungkook, dubcon, stalking?, breaking and entering, mention of murder, mention of other types of crimes, angst, weapons (a knife), cursing, male m, descriptive smut, angst

Wc: 7.4k

A/n: Thank you guys so much for all the feedback on this fic. Since so many wanted a part 2 I made a part 2! Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: This is 100% fiction. I am in no way saying that this is how any member of bts would act. Nor do I condone the actions detailed in the story. This is purely for entertainment purposes only. If any of the warnings trigger you, or you’re under 18 ¡do not read! I’m not your mother, and I don’t take any accountability for what you decide to read online!

Parts: | 1 | 2 |

Your back felt a sudden relief as you finally laid down in bed. It had been a long day. A very long day. A new patient took up almost all you time. Taehyung Kim. He was being charged with robbery and murder, and his lawyer had hired you to potentially give him a diagnosis that could help him in court.

You had to assign some of your other patients to a few of your coworkers, just to make time for him. But this is what you love doing. You wanted to help. Especially now, after what you learned about your entire career. You wanted to prove yourself. You knew you were good.

You turned off you lights and put your phone on the nightstand. Finally you were in the comfort of your own bed. Ready to fall asleep and dream the night away. Trying not to think about how early you had to wake up tomorrow. You had finally found a comfortable sleeping position after squirming around a bit. You felt all your muscles relax, starting to recognise the slow fade of sleep.

But suddenly a loud noice filled the room. Your body tensed again, jumping at the sudden sound. You rolled your eyes as you turned around, annoyed at yourself that you forgot to turn on ‘do not disturb’. Your phone screen lit up in your face, you squinted at the bright light hitting your eyes. You managed to decipher a message from an unknown number. You didn’t open it, writing a mental note to check it out tomorrow. If it was one of your patients they would have to wait until the morning. It was almost unprofessional to answer a text at 1 am.

You entered the doors to your workplace, expecting to see Erin behind the counter smiling at you.

“Good morning, Erin.”

You said like you always do. You halted once you saw her sitting there, not smiling, not saying anything. She just looked at you with a concerning look. Before you could ask her what’s wrong you looked over at the waiting chairs. You had seen a person in your peripheral view, something that was odd considering the office wasn’t even open to patients yet. You quickly understood what was going on once you saw who was sitting there.

“Good morning, Doctor.”

His familiar voice filled the dead quiet room. It had almost been a year since you last saw him. He had not contacted you after the incident in your office. You had almost, almost, forgotten him. But there he was, looking the exact same as you remembered him.

“Mr. Jeon.”

You stated. Not really knowing what to say. You were caught off guard by the whole situation. Some naive part of you thought that he had gotten what he wanted and would leave you alone. Forever.

“I thought you had stopped calling me that. Aren’t we more intimate at this point?”

You sighed at his question. Looking over at Erin for a second to see if she understood what he meant.

“He said he wanted to see you. I told him we wer-“

“It’s fine Erin, Mr. Jeon can be quite persuasive.”

You interrupted her as she started to apologise for letting him in. You looked back to him. His classic smirk was plastered on his face.

“I have an hour before my first patient arrives.”

You said and looked quickly at your wristwatch, before starting to walk down the hall towards your office. You heard his footsteps following behind you.

Once inside your office you took off your jacket and hung it up before sitting down behind your desk. He was quick to sit down on the sofa. A sense of deja vu washed over you.

“Why are you here, Jungkook?”

He looked confused by your question.

“You didn’t see my messages? Or my voicemails?”

It was your turn to look confused, as you couldn’t remember getting any texts or calls from him.

“Maybe you were asleep, I don’t know.”

He shrugged. You remembered the message from last night. The one you didn’t bother to read. You picked your phone up from your bag, turning off ‘do not disturb’. Hundreds of notifications from the same number appeared on your lock screen.

“You were the one that messaged me last night?”

You asked as you opened your phone.

“So you did read them?”

He asked in excitement. You shook your head at his question, too focused on your phone. You opened iMessage and hit the top notification. A series of long paragraphs of text appeared.

“I didn’t think it was you.”

You mumbled as you scrolled upwards trying to get to the start of what he had sent you.

“Listen, I’ll just tell you. It feels weird to watch you read something I poured my heart into.”

You looked up at him, before you put the phone down on your desk. Crossing your arms over your chest.

“Be quick.”

He thought for a second about where to start and what the most important things to tell you were.

“I just wanted to tell you that I’m ready now.”

The room went quiet as you waited for him to continue. He didn’t.

“What are you talking about?”

You asked confused.

“That’s the brief version of it. You told me to be quick.”

You rolled your eyes at him.

“I think I need a little more than that.”

He smiled at you like a child telling a joke for the first time. He leaned slightly forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“I’ve seen another psychologist. He’s helped me a lot. I’m doing well, I’m not some self absorbed dick, I’m not so angry anymore. And I’ve gotten to know your father as well. I’ve done my end of the promise, now it’s your turn, y/n.”

He got serious at the last sentence. Shifting his eyes from the innocent doe, to the man you remembered from your last meeting.

“You went to my father?”

You asked in shock, not caring for whatever he said after that.

“Yeah. Might as well get to know my future father-in-law a little better while I fulfilled my promise.”

You let your head fall down to your hands, and let out a long sigh. Visibly showing him that you were upset.

“I’m happy you’re doing better, I really am. But I did not promise you anything. Definitely not to marry you.”

His eyes changed again. You could tell he was upset.

“Don’t you think you owe me that?”

He asked slyly, cocking his head slightly to the side. You shook your head.

“You can’t hold that over my head forever. It’s not fair!”

You answered strictly.

“I’m not holding it over your head, baby. I’m asking you.”

“Well, then my answer is no. I don’t owe you shit. Now get out of my office.”

You answered quickly. Wanting him to leave so you didn’t get too upset, and started making bad decisions again.

“We don’t have to get married right away, or not at all if you just want to be my girlfriend.”

He offered. You suddenly stood up from your chair, pointing angrily towards the door.

“Out.”

You said.

“I don’t care if I owe you. I don’t care if you’ve gotten better. You’re still a mobster, you’re still a murderer and you’re still a sociopath. I could never date you. I could never even be friends with you. Don’t you understand?”

You ranted when he didn’t leave the sofa. He shook his head and kept his eyes on the floor.

“It’s him isn’t it?”

He asked, still not looking up at you. He was frightening like that. You felt the same fear, you felt the first time he talked to you like that. He was showing his true colours.

“Who?”

You asked carefully as you sat back down again. He looked up at you with anger and jealousy in his eyes.

“Your new patient. The jailbird, you spend a lot of time with him.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Yes, and? He’s nothing but my patient.”

“Are you sure? I’ve seen him on the news, he’s quite attractive. Just your type.”

You scoffed and gave him an offended look.

“Yes I’m sure. Who are you to accuse me of having an affair with a patient?”

“Because you had one with me.”

You sighed.

“We did not have an affair.”

You stated, not daring to look him in the eyes.

“Then what do you call it?”

The room got quiet. To be honest you never thought about what you would call it. You didn’t want to think about it at all. It went against everything you stood for.

“Please, just leave.”

You said, you felt your eyes getting watery for some reason. Maybe it was because you were scared, or surprised. Or maybe even sad to see him again.

“I can tell you’re upset. We still need to work things out. Can we talk sometime? Not here, somewhere not so formal.”

You looked up at him again. His eyes were soft, he seemed to really care that you were affected negatively by this. For some reason you found it endearing.

“You can come to my place, we can talk and-“

“There’s no way I’m voluntarily going to your place.”

You interrupted him. He looked down in defeat for a few seconds.

“Please, y/n. I just want to show you that I’m better. I want to show you all I’ve done for you. I don’t want to argue with you.”

He said softly. His eyes were also teary now. You hated yourself for getting affected by his feelings. You hated that you thought this was a tender moment.

“Do you promise that we’ll only be talking?”

You asked. Not knowing why you were agreeing to this in the first place. Maybe you were naive, but it seemed that he actually had changed. Even if he still was delusional and obsessive.

“Of course, I would never do anything to harm you. I love you.”

He said, slightly excited. The room got quiet once again. You had silently agreed to meet him at his place.

“I’ll send you the address. I’ll see you on Thursday.”

He said, before getting up and walking out the door.

“Wait-“

You tried to say, but he was already gone. You wouldn’t be able to make it on Thursday.

You sat down at the table, waiting for the guards to bring in Mr. Kim. This week had been stressful. Not only because of your case with Mr. Kim, but also because of all your other patients. It was hard having time for them while handling such a big case as his. You had to work overtime the entire week, and you were exhausted.

“Good afternoon, y/n.”

He said as two guards brought him in. He had learned your first name quickly, and refused to use your title or last name.

“Hello, Mr. Kim. How are you?”

He smiled, and waited to answer until the guards had chained his legs to the table and left the room. You never felt unsafe being alone with him, even if he was a convicted murderer. His hands were always handcuffed, the same with his legs, so he couldn’t reach you. You knew the guards watched you from outside the big tinted glass. It allowed you to lower your guard, and treat him like you treat your other patients.

“I’m doing amazing now that you’re here.”

He said and smirked. Like Jungkook said, he was attractive. His hair was always combed back, and the all grey clothing actually suited him. He had some kind of lightning tattoo that went up his neck, due to his clothing you didn’t know if he had any more of them.

“How are you, sweetheart?”

He asked back. Still keeping intense eye contact with you.

“We did talk about not calling me anything but my name, do you remember that?”

You asked him strictly. He chuckled.

“It’s hard not to call you something you are, don’t you like compliments?”

You started taking off your coat. It was cold when you entered, but with two people in the little room it was too warm to keep your wool coat on.

“We’re not here to talk about me. I’ve given you permission to use my first name, that’s all.”

You said as you draped the coat over your chair. You looked back at him, he wasn’t looking you in your eyes anymore. This time his eyes were focused on your exposed cleavage. You hadn’t worn low cut tops with him yet, only oversized jumpers due to the weather. You suddenly became very aware of yourself and pulled your top up, trying to hide more of your cleavage. His eyes went back to your face, and you decided that you would wear something less revealing next time.

“Whatever you say, y/n.”

He put extra pressure on your name this time. You gave him a small smile, before you looked down at your notes.

“Why don’t we start were we ended things? Do you remember what I told you I wanted us to talk about?”

He sighed, but nodded.

“My teenage years?”

He asked. You nodded back at him.

“I was a good teenager, I didn’t do drugs, I came home before my curfew, did well in school.”

He memorised.

“But I did like girls. I really did. It was my weakness.”

He said, quickly flickering his eyes down to your cleavage again.

“Why do you say it was your weakness?”

You asked, writing it down in your notes. He started smirking again.

“Since I was such a good teenager, I stayed home a lot. After I did my homework or studied for tests I didn’t have anything to do. Until I found porn.”

He let out a groan, almost like he was in pleasure just by the thought.

“I would spend all day just jerking off to random girls online. Whenever I saw a pretty girl outside I would go straight home and jerk off to her too.”

You felt yourself getting a bit uncomfortable at his bluntness, but didn’t say anything to let him continue. You focused on your notes instead.

“It would take up my entire day, I felt crazy at times. And now that I don’t have anything to do, I find myself doing the same in my cell.”

You nodded, still looking down at your notes. Not wanting to look at him while he talked about something so intimate.

“But the only one I can think about is you.”

He said almost as if he was out of breath. You finally looked at him. And saw that one of his hands had slid under the waistband of his trousers.

“Come over here and sit on me, baby.”

He moaned. You didn’t know what to do or say, you froze. The door opened and two guards came in.

“No- please! Y/n! Please fuck me! I need you. I fucking need you so bad!”

He yelled as he was practically carried out of the room. You sat there speechless, in the now empty room.

“I think it’s best for him to have a male psychologist, I can no longer treat him.”

You called Mr. Kim’s lawyer the minute you sat down in your car. You told him what had happened.

“I’m sorry this happened to you.”

He said back.

“I’ll send all my notes to the man you’ll appoint.”

“Thank you for your help, Dr. Y/l/n.”

You said a small goodbye, before you hung up. While you were driving home you started to think about what happened today. You felt useless and it felt unfair. Why did you have to end up in all kinds of mess. First it was Jungkook, and now Mr. Kim.

Jungkook. You had completely forgot that you were supposed to meet him today. You sighed. Meeting him was the last thing you wanted to do. Maybe it was better to just say you forgot if he contacts you again. Since your session ended earlier than expected, you would actually have time to eat a proper meal and go to bed at a reasonable time. And with Mr. Kim’s case being transferred to someone else, you could finally use all your time on your normal patients. Even if the day had been horrible, you still had a massive weight lifted off your shoulders.

You walked up to your door, struggling with your keys to find the right one. Once you found it you put it in the keyhole and twisted, hearing the familiar click. You reached for the door handle and attempted to open it. But it didn’t budge. Did you not lock your door this morning? You twisted the key the other way again, and thought that it must be the exhaustion taking a toll on you.

When you finally were inside your own house you took off your coat and hung it up with your bag. You took off your shoes and looked at yourself in the big mirror you have in your hallway. You looked down at the white low cut top. It wasn’t even that low, but a part of your cleavage did show. In what felt like a fit of rage you took it off yourself. Hurriedly lifting it over your head and throwing it on the floor. You never wanted to wear that top again. You stormed over to the kitchen. You needed something to drink, you were so thirsty. So thirsty that you failed to notice the man sitting in your sofa. You swung the fridge door open, grabbing a carton of orange juice and downing what was left of it.

“Rough day?”

A voice emitted. You jumped and your heart started raising. You looked over at the sofa where the voice came from. Jungkook? Jungkook. You quickly ducked down behind the counter, remembering that you were only in your bra.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house?!”

You yelled at him. You wanted to cry, you wanted to scream, you were so confused. What was going on?

“Y/n, calm down! Please.”

You heard him get up from the sofa, taking hasty steps towards you. Your fight or flight instinct kicked in and you suddenly jumped up again and grabbed a knife. Pointing it towards him. He quickly halted, putting his hands slightly up in front of him.

“Come on, it’s just me.”

He said, leaning his head to the side.

“Exactly!”

You said, slowly moving away from him.

“Why are you here? How did you get in?”

You yelled at him, firmly holding the knife between the two of you.

“Baby, please calm down.”

“How can I calm down?! You broke into my house!”

He sighed, and went quiet for a moment.

“Put the knife down, you know I won’t do anything to you. Please, let’s just talk. That’s why I’m here.”

He said in a calm voice. You shook your head, you felt like you were going to have a panic attack. This was all too much for you. You threw the knife onto the kitchen counter and covered your eyes. You started crying. You were so overwhelmed. From the situation earlier today, to Jungkook suddenly appearing in your life again, to just the pure exhaustion. You needed to cry. You couldn’t hold it back anymore. You couldn’t put up the facade you usually do. And suddenly you felt two arms wrapping around you. He hugged you. And for a moment you leaned into it. You felt safe in his arms. It comforted you. It reminded you of when your father hugged you after your first boyfriend broke up with you. It was like knowing that someone cared for you when you felt as if the whole world was against you. Until you remembered who was hugging you. Because it definitely wasn’t your father. And the reality of you standing in just your bra with someone that broke into your house hit.

“Get off of me!”

You suddenly screamed, and started pushing his strong chest. Tears still streaming down your face.

“I hate you! I fucking hate you, Jungkook! My life has been a nightmare since the minute I met you!”

You screamed at him with all your lung capacity. Your throat got immediately sore.

“You’re fucking crazy! And I’m tired of playing your fucking games!”

He took several steps away from you, but you walked after him. Pointing your finger in his face.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you?! How can you be so fucking awful?! You’re an awful person!”

He continued to stay silent through your fit of rage. Letting you ride it out.

“I hate you.”

You said, calming down but still crying.

“I hate you so much.”

You said taking a deep breath. You wiped your tears. He didn’t say anything. He just stood there. Speechless. You adverted your eyes to the floor.

“Please leave. Can you please leave me alone? Please, just-“

You started, continuing to wipe your tears. You had resulted to begging him to leave your life.

“I can’t do this anymore, Jungkook. I can’t.”

He grabbed your chin softly, raising your head up to meat his eyes. He was also crying. He silently kissed you. And you let him, too exhausted to do anything else. He pecked your lips, before walking away. He left you there, all alone in your kitchen. As you heard the door close behind him you fell down to the floor. Continuing to weep.

After a month of silence from your former patient you felt content. It had been a month, and there was no sign of him. Your life had gone back to normal again. It was definitely a good thing to tell him exactly what you meant. This time you had been harsh on him, to make him understand you were definitely not interested.

After three months you started thinking that maybe you had been too harsh on him. Maybe you should’ve eased him out of your life. Not gone all crazy on him. But he didn’t contact you, and you were definitely not going to contact him. So telling him that you were sorry was out of the question.

On the fourth month you thought that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to contact him. Just to tell him you were sorry for being mean of course. He was really attached to you in his own weird way. Getting rejected by someone you had planned out your entire life with must be hard. What if he had gone back to his old ways? What if your rejection caused him to live in agony? To fall into depression?

On the fifth month you found yourself standing in the lobby of his hotel. If you were going to apologise, you were going to do it in person. That’s way more genuine rather than over a text. You definitely didn’t want to see him again, but anything for a real heartfelt apology!

“I’d like to see Mr. Jeon, is he here?”

You asked before the receptionist could say anything. He smiled at you.

“Is Mr. Jeon expecting you?”

He asked in a costumer support voice. You shook your head.

“No he isn’t.”

You answered short.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t give you access to his suite if he’s not expecting you.”

You rolled your eyes. You knew you had to lie.

“He’s not expecting me, but I’m his psychologist, ok? I need to talk with him, it’s important.”

You said in your serious voice. Shoving your business card in his face like you were a cop.

“I’m sorry-“

“You will be sorry if you don’t help me out here.”

You hit your palms onto the counter before you. The man slightly jumped at your action.

“Look, I’m not asking for the fucking key to his nightstand, I just want to know his room number for gods sake!”

You were starting to get annoyed at the poor man just trying to do his job. He looked quite frightened at your outburst. He thought for a second, before he nodded.

“717.”

He simply said. You thanked him and hurried over to the elevator. Once you reached his door you stopped yourself. Was this really the right thing to do? Maybe you should just leave, he wasn’t your concern anymore. Why weren’t you happy he was out of your life? Why? Why? Why?! The door suddenly opened, and you were sucked out of your thoughts. A man stood there, a familiar man, but not Jungkook.

“Hello, sweetheart.”

He said with a smirk on his face. He quickly pulled you into a hug. Letting his hands drop dangerously low on your waist. He took a deep inhale of your hair, letting out a small groan. It gave you instantly chills in all the wrong places. You tried pulling away from the incredibly awkward hug, but his grip on you was tight. He decided when the hug ended, but stayed close to you. Resting his hands on your hips.

“Let go of me! What are you doing here?”

You asked him and tried to get som distance from him, pushing at his chest. But his strong grip on your hips didn’t loosen.

“What are you doing here is the real question. A pretty woman like you shouldn’t be in a hotel like this.”

“Get off of me!”

He smirked and leaned in closer to you again. Whispering in your ear.

“Why don’t you come with me to my room? I still can’t get you off my mind, sweetheart.”

Someone cleared their throat loudly next to you. Taehyung reacted immediately. Jungkook. You looked at him, but he didn’t look at you. His eyes were focused on Taehyungs hands, planted on your hips.

“She said ‘get off’.”

He almost growled. Taehyung smiled, but removed his hands. Putting them defensively up in the air.

“Sorry, boss. Just had to catch up with my psychologist. She’s the girl I told you about.”

Taehyung started. You were in shock. They knew each other?

“I know.”

He answered and looked at you for the first time. There was a sort of a melancholy feeling in his eyes.

“You know it all, man. I’ll just-“

“Leave.”

Jungkook finished his sentence for him.

“Yeah, leave. I’ll leave. Nice seeing you again, y/n. We have to meet up sometime.”

“That won’t be necessary.”

You answered quickly, not taking your eyes off Jungkook.

“I won’t take no for an answer, baby.”

Taehyung said and stepped closer to you again.

“Yes you will, now leave.”

Jungkook said strictly.

“Okaaay, I’ll leave. Whatever.”

He said and walked away. You followed Taehyung with your eyes, watching as he disappeared into one of the rooms down the hall. When you looked back at Jungkook, you discovered he had been staring at you the entire time. You felt anger building up inside you.

“Don’t tell me this is what I think it is.”

You said, you almost sounded hurt.

“It’s not like that.”

He answered. You rolled your eyes at him. He didn’t exactly sound convincing. You had no intention of apologising to him anymore.

“Let me guess, you didn’t hire Mr. Kim to ruin my case so I could run back right into your arms? It was just a convenience that you were waiting for me when I came home, right?”

You asked in a sarcastic tone. He went quiet. You scoffed and turned to walk away. He grabbed your arm harshly so you couldn’t leave.

“I didn’t, I promise. Let me explain, please.

You sighed.

“Let me go.”

He shook his head.

“Y/n, just come-“

“Let me go.”

You interrupted him. After a few seconds he listened to you, and let go of your arm. You stood still, contemplating if you should leave for good this time. Instead, you slipped passed him into his room. His suite was huge, it was more like an apartment really. Modern with expensive furniture and paintings scattered around the room. He had a lot of money, you knew that, but you didn’t know it was to this extent.

“You better explain-“

You were suddenly caught off guard by his strong arms turning you around and embracing you in a tight hug.

“You came back to me! I knew you would! Oh, I’m so happy to see you again, baby!”

He said in a boyish tone. It was a sharp contrast to his interaction with Taehyung. You weren’t able to immediately react, getting lost in the feeling of his arms wrapped around you once again.

“Stop it, Jungkook. I’m still angry with you.”

You said and wiggled out of his hug. He looked at you with hurt in his eyes as he saw you brushing off imaginary dust from your skirt.

“I understand. Sit, I’ll get you something to drink.”

He said and walked out of the room. You did as you were told, sitting down on his white cashmere sofa. He came back with two cups of tea, placing them carefully on the glass table before sitting down beside you. You didn’t say anything, you waited for him to say the first word.

“Just uh- please just listen to me ok?”

He asked and looked at you. You nodded.

“I didn’t exactly plan this. Taehyung was stupid enough to get caught and ended up in prison. I told my lawyer to get you on his case. I knew a case like that would be amazing for your career.”

You shook your head disappointedly.

“I’ve told you I don’t want your help. Why-“

“Listen, y/n. Please just let me explain.”

You sighed and crossed your arms, but you stayed silent.

“Anyways, after a while he confessed to me that he was in love with you.”

You watched his entire body go stiff at his statement. He clenched his fists in jealousy.

“You know I’m willing to go lengths for you to succeed, baby. But- I had to stop him. I refuse to let him have you like that. Especially when we weren’t even talking to each other. So that night I sent you all those messages.”

He unclenched his hands and put his hand carefully on your knee.

“I knew he would do whatever I told him to, so I said if he got you out of the case I’d get him out of prison.”

“So you asked him to jerk off in front of me?”

Jungkooks face changed drastically. He did not seem pleased about the new piece of information you just gave him.

“He did that?”

He asked, his tone had changed from apologetic to dangerous. You nodded. His grip around your knee tightened. You put your hand over his, to show him that he was hurting you.

“I’m going to fucking kill him.”

He said looking you straight in the eye. Another set of chills ran down your back. You knew he meant it. It was not a loose threat.

“This isn’t about him, Jungkook. You pushed him do it. And then you broke into my house, expecting to be treated like some kind of hero.”

You pushed his hand off your knee. He started staring into the air. A million thoughts running through his head.

“I don’t understand how you can’t see that your behaviour is insane?”

You stated. He was still being quiet.

“You need to stop.”

You said a little calmer, trying to comfort him.

“I did.”

He said and looked at you.

“I did stop, because that’s what I thought you wanted. But now you were the one that came to me.”

He caught you off guard. It was your turn to be quiet this time.

“I’ll always do what’s best for you, because I love you, y/n. I don’t care how insane I sound or look to you. But why are you here if you think that of me?”

You looked away from him, knowing you had no rebuttal.

“You called me an awful person, you told me you hated me. And I can take it. But I can’t take another rejection from you! I just can’t!”

He raised his voice now. He was getting emotional.

“I’m sorry.”

You said so lightly it was almost a whisper. He stopped ranting and the room got quiet.

“That’s why I came here. To tell you that I’m sorry.”

You looked back to him again. His eyes were big and filled with so much love. You had never seen him like that before.

“I’m sorry I said I hated you, and that you’re crazy and an awful person. None of it true.”

He nodded slowly, not breaking eye contact with you. You became quiet again.

“Is that it?”

He asked carefully. You nodded, shifting awkwardly in the sofa.

“Yeah, I should probably leave.”

You said, taking his hint. Preparing to walk out and never seeing him again.

“No.”

He said, and shifted towards the end of the seat.

“No, not like that.”

He said in a hurry, and took ahold of you hands. You looked confused at him.

“I didn’t mean for you to leave. Don’t leave.”

He sounded almost desperate, clinging onto your hands. You nodded and gave him a short smile.

“What I meant to say is, is that the only reason you came here?”

You thought for a second. Was saying sorry the only reason you came? That’s at least what you told yourself. But at the same time you felt like you owed him more. You didn’t know what you felt. You had been an emotional wreck for months now.

“Yes.”

You answered. Trying to keep cool and not overthink the entire situation. You didn’t want to see him, you had to. Because you’re a good person. That’s all. That’s it. But it didn’t feel like it. It definitely didn’t feel like it. It felt like you longed to see him.

“You’re lying.”

You were ripped out of your thoughts by his statement. You shook your head defensively.

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are.”

You opened your mouth to argue back, but he spoke first.

“If it was a clear ‘yes’ you wouldn’t have to think about it. I know you better than you think, y/n.”

He repositioned himself so he could look right at you.

“Come on, ask me anything about yourself and I’ll tell you.”

You looked briefly at your wristwatch.

“I don’t know, maybe I should leave.”

“Just give me a chance, y/n.”

He said.

“If I don’t get it right I’ll let you leave.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at him, but still turning more towards him, accepting his offer.

“What’s my mothers name?”

You asked. He gave you a knowing look.

“Come on, that’s easy. Give me something that isn’t on Google.”

You let out a small laugh.

“You didn’t say her name though.”

“Christina, now give me something good. Something deep.”

You smiled, but had to think for a second.

“When did I loose my virginity?”

His smile turned to a smirk.

“You were 16 at Mae’s birthday party. You were drinking, and her boyfriend August hit on you. He took you to her bed and fucked you right there. No wonder Mae isn’t your friend anymore. You’re a bitch.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. Deep down it was scary that he knew something so intimate in great detail, but for some reason you were having fun with his little game.

“Ok ok. But now it’s your turn, when did you loose your virginity?”

He let out a nervous laugh at your question.

“This quiz isn’t about me.”

He stated and pulled his hand through his hair. You tilted your head slightly downwards and looked at him through your lashes and with a pout.

“I think it’s only fair that I know your story, since you know mine so well.”

He smiled at you, but looked away for a few seconds. Contemplating if he should tell you or not. When you saw him shy away, you suddenly felt as if you were digging into something he wasn’t comfortable sharing.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

You said, and placed your hand on top of his. Your fun voice was toned down to your regular speech again.

“No, I’ll share it. No worries.”

He said and looked back to you. You nodded and turned completely towards him. Crossing your legs and resting your arm on the backrest of the sofa, ready to hear his story.

“My first time was around one and a half year ago, in your office, with the girl of my dreams.”

He said dead serious. You snickered at him, thinking he was joking. But he didn’t laugh.

“You can’t be serious.”

You stated, he nodded proudly.

“Why wouldn’t I be, like I said you’re my dream girl. Why would I waste my time on others when the only one I want is you?”

He asked rhetorically. You crossed your eyebrows in confusion.

“You’ve never had sex? Ever?”

You asked in shock. His image did not fit the virgin title whatsoever.

“Once. With you.”

You smiled, but shook your head in disbelief.

“You can’t be serious. You probably have girls throw themselves at you.”

His hand found your knee again. This time it was placed a little further up.

“The only one I want is you. I waited for you because I knew you would be worth it. Because I love you.”

He said in a low tone, slightly stroking the inside of your thigh. The two of you were close, so close that you were aware of the proximity. The tension in the air got thicker and thicker from the power of his last words. His face started moving slowly towards you, and you gave in. Meeting his lips. The kiss started slow, but he was quick to rush it. Grabbing your neck to deepen the kiss. You were suddenly overwhelmed by the reality of what you were doing, and pulled away.

“We can’t do this.”

You simply said. Focusing on your hands on your lap. His hand went to push a strand of your hair out of your face.

“Why?”

He didn’t sound angry or impatient. He sounded like he cared. It was so much different from the first time the two of you shared a moment like that. He had really changed, and that was the problem.

“I’m not your patient anymore, y/n. I don’t want anything from you.”

You looked up at him again, and he caressed your face in a loving matter.

“Except for you of course.”

His face got closer again, but this time you didn’t kiss him. You abruptly got up from the sofa, and opted for looking down at him instead. You took a deep breath.

“You’re not doing anything wrong by having sex with me. Again, I’m not your patient.”

He said a little bit louder, trying to calm you down.

“I can’t have sex with you because I’ll fall in love with you.”

You couldn’t believe those words came out of your mouth. You had been in denial this entire time, but you knew yourself. This would not end well. You couldn’t bare to fall in love with someone that would ruin your image and reputation. You just couldn’t. He looked at you like you were some kind of god. Like all his wishes were finally answered.

“Why is that a bad thing?”

He asked, you shook your head.

“I can’t let that happen, Jungkook. It’s going to ruin my career.”

You sat back down, leaning your elbows on your thighs and your head in your hands.

“I have done nothing but help your career. Why can’t you just trust me?”

He put his hand on your back, stroking you lightly. You looked at him again.

“Please, trust me y/n.”

Fuck it, you thought, before you caught him off guard with your forceful kiss. He was quick to get the memo, kissing you back with the same hastiness and lust. You found your way onto his lap without breaking the kiss. Once you were straddling him, you felt his already hard cock grinding against you. He was desperate for you. A muffled groan escaped his lips when your hand went down to remove his belt.

“Wait.”

He said as he pulled away from you. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were wet and plump.

“Let me taste you.”

It sounded more like a question than a statement. His whole aura was so different from the needy rough man you remembered from the last time.

“Please.”

You got off his lap, taking your top off slowly. Watching him as his face turned in awe of the sight of your tits. His eyes were only on you as you shimmied out of your skirt, letting it pool on the floor. You laid down on the sofa, spreading your legs for him. He quickly removed his shirt, before getting on his stomach. His hand ran slowly down your abdomen, before he reached your slit. He split your lips with the same hand, before he dove right into you. You could tell he was inexperienced, but the rapid use of tongue on your clit sent waves of pleasure throughout your body. You let out extra pound moans whenever he would hit a good spot, and luckily he was a quick learner.

Once he had the hang of it, his hand moved down to your vagina, pushing two fingers in. Your back arched at the speed of the overstimulation. Feeling your orgasm approach quicker than usual. You grabbed his hair, pushing him deeper into you, preparing for your release.

“Don’t stop, Jungkook! I’m close.”

He moaned by your words, the vibrations making you tip over the edge. Your legs closed in on him, locking him in place. As you rode out your high. Once you had calmed down, you let go of his hair. And his face popped up from between your legs. He climbed on top of you, kissing you passionately. You tasted yourself on his lips.

“God, you’re so fucking hot.”

He said in between kisses and moans.

“I almost came just from eating you out.”

He started fiddling with his belt, but you stopped him. Placing a hand on his chest carefully.

“Let me.”

You simply said, before he moved off you. He sat down again, and you crawled onto the floor. Seating yourself between his legs. You looked up at him as your hands slowly traveled up his thighs. He was even more flushed now, his hair sticking to his forehead. You could tell he was impatient. Flicking his eyes between your hands and your eyes.

“Please, y/n.”

He uttered with a heavy breath. You smirked up at him, finally reaching his belt. You took your time with it as well. Once it was open, he was quick to pull down his pants and underwear. Letting his cock spring free. You got on top of him again, slowly lowering yourself onto his cock. He jerked up the second he felt your pussy on him. His thick cock stretched your walls out, and a moan escaped both your lips.

“Just relax, I’ll take care of you this time.”

You said in a low voice, placing your hands on his shoulders. His hands went straight to your ass, giving your cheeks a tight squeeze. You kissed him gently before you started riding him. His head fell back in pleasure once you started your movements. Bouncing up and down his cock. His hands dug deeper into your skin. He filled you to the brim, and every bounce felt amazing.

“Fuck! I’m not- gonna last long.”

He moaned and looked back at you. You then leaned your hands backwards onto his thighs. Your head fell slightly back as you moaned at the new angle.

“Y/n, slow down!”

He moaned as his hands moved to your thighs. Trying halfheartedly to stop you. But you didn’t stop. And suddenly you felt him coming inside you. His hips lifted you up, as he released himself. And when you felt like he was finished you stopped. You rapped your hands around his shoulders as you fell onto his chest. The room got quiet, the only sound being your heavy breathing.

You weren’t able to think about the consequences of your actions at that point. You only felt satisfaction and lust. And maybe even love…

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[coryosbaby]

PLEASE make a pope heyward, my husband needs some love </3

luv you <333

Spider-Man! Pope Heyward Headcannons <3

Warning: mentions of violence, sex, and stalkish behavior

Sfw

Spiderman! Pope who goes on a field trip and gets turned by a spider

Spiderman! Pope who grows twice his size after getting his powers (and not just on his torso, if you get what I’m saying)

Spiderman! Pope who wears the Miles Morales suit

Spiderman! Pope who has no clue how to work the webs at first and ends up almost dying by jumping off of a roof too soon

Spiderman! Pope who freaks out after that and makes a promise to himself to be more careful

Spiderman! Pope who reveals himself to JJ on accident, and now he has to make him keep his secret

Spiderman! Pope who lets JJ try on the suit more than once to shut him up

Spiderman! Pope who’s your best friend and you’re still completely clueless about his identity

Spiderman! Pope who follows you home from school everyday to make sure you’re safe. Always looks out for you in school and in day to day life

Spiderman! Pope who rescues you one night and then let’s you kiss him while he’s hanging upside down. You still have no idea who he is

Spiderman! Pope who goes home that night giggling and kicking his feet like a teenage girl

Spiderman! Pope who tutors you in between rescues and praises you for how good you are at studying

Spiderman! Pope who finally reveals himself to you by doing the classic web sling kiss

Spiderman! Pope who watches your shocked face, and then leans in to kiss you again when you try to speak

Spiderman! Pope who lets you study his wrists and the way his webs work (initiate winky face here)

NSFW

Spiderman! Pope who shows up at your bedroom window bruised and bloody from his battle before

Spiderman! Pope who lets you patch up his wounds with the first aid kit you have, letting you remove the top half of his suit and stitch up the cuts there

Spiderman! Pope who has a stunning body, one that you’d never noticed before until now

Spiderman! Pope who grabs your wrist as you try to walk away from him and go get more bandaids

Spiderman! Pope who drags you over to him with his newly found strength and murmurs, “stay.”

Spiderman! Pope who watches as your face flushes, as you listen to his orders.

Spiderman! Pope with a newfound confidence as he straddles you over his suit clad thigh with a strong arm

Spiderman! Pope beginning to move your hips over him

Spiderman! Pope who listens to your gasp of shock and surprise as your clit rubs against the fabric

Spiderman! Pope who begins to praise you, going on about much of a good girl you are for helping him clean up

Spiderman Pope grabbing your throat and kissing you with all he has, as you drip all over his leg with need

Spiderman! Pope who practically moans as he watches you get off on his thigh. You’re rubbing against a bruise there, but it doesn’t really matter

Spiderman! Pope who lets you shove your hands into his suit to get him off, spilling thick white robes against the inside

Spiderman! Pope who kisses your head and thanks you, as you take him into the shower with you to clean up even more

Spiderman! Pope who lets you caress his battered body in the shower and wash him with your favorite fruit scented soap. He’s always loved the smell of it, anyway

Spiderman! Pope who hugs you against him as he falls asleep in your bed

Spiderman! Pope who is gone the next morning because he has criminals to fight

Spiderman! Pope who leaves a sweet note on one of your graded tests (marked with a big fat 100 because of him, of course)

‘Thank you for last night :)

I had to go, but I’d like to take you out sometime, if that’s okay?

Love, Spidey <3’

#I LOVE U TOO BBYYY #personally I think we should riot if we don’t get a live action miles morales played by Jonathan Davis or Caleb McLaughlin #pope heyward #pope heyward x reader #pope heyward x fem! reader #spiderman! pope heyward #pope heyward smut #pope heyward Headcannons #bunny 💗s Pope <3 #obx #outer banks #spiderman au #Jonathan Davis

[thebradleybradshaw]

a-z SFW prompt | b.floyd

synopsis: the SFW alphabet for bob floyd

note: two posts in one day, who is she?? here's some soft bob for all the bob peeps!! this was cowritten and is dedicated to @callsignbob my wife for life and the biggest bob girl you'll ever meet !! likes, comments, & reblogs are always appreciate. enjoy !!xx

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Bob is the most affectionate man on the planet. He has a quirk that requires him to be touching you at all times no matter what. Even if it’s just a small pinky finger resting on your thigh -it’s enough. He’s an anxious individual, that’s for sure. He relies on you to help keep him grounded. He has more of a ‘classic’ mindset. He’s opening up doors, having you stand on the opposite side of the sidewalk so you’re not near the street, and he sleeps closest to the door in case of intruders. You and your happiness are at the forefront of his mind every day.

He’s also a note writer. He leaves a post-it on his pillow as he leaves for work in the early mornings. ‘Be back for dinner, have a good day gorgeous. I love you! -Bob’. He’s always signing his name as if you don’t know who wrote the note. On special occasions he’ll write a longer love letter that perfectly describes the feelings he can’t say.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Bob was too nervous to share his feelings for a long time. You ran into him at the coffee machine and decided to introduce yourself. He was immediately enamored, but couldn’t really get the words out. He managed to squeak out his name before hurriedly making his way back to his desk. You found him absolutely adorable. 

He was always the person that you could go to with your problems. You would ask him if he would like to have lunch, which he always would. You would then go on a tangent of something that was bugging the heck out of you. He listened intently and gave you the most sound advice you had ever heard. He even check in later that day to see how it went. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He’s the cuddliest boyfriend in the world. He’ll come home, looking tired, and just plop himself in your lap so he can compress. He’ll let out a long sigh and a soft ‘play with my hair please”. Pressure is also something that calms him down, so he particularly enjoys you laying on top of him on the couch, letting your heart beat against his. It’s almost like his own personal guided meditation. The tickle of your hair on his nose and body curled atop his lulls him to sleep every time.

Before bed he faces you as you lie together, talking about things to do the next day and double checking commitments you’re supposed to attend that week. He looks at you with such dreamy eyes you’re practically melting. You watch as his nose twitches as he begins to fall asleep and you have to convince him to just go to sleep.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Dear God does Bob want the white picket fence lifestyle. He pretty much knew after the second date that you were someone he wanted to keep around for a very long time. He would daydream of the beautiful house the two of you would own, matching cars, and even children. Bob would walk around as if he were on cloud nine. Phoenix had to constantly elbow him before missions to get him back to reality. She was also the one person who had to hear about you constantly. “Y/N this, Y/N that.” It got to the point where she had to sit him down and say “Bob, just propose already.” He ran to the jewelry store that afternoon.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

The man would be an absolute mess. He would’ve lost days of sleep just contemplating how to say it or what to do. This was not a situation that he took lightly. He made a very detailed pros and cons list. If the cons outweigh the pros he would instantly crumble.He would have tears streaming down his face as he apologized  for what seemed like hours. Although, Bob would be that ex that always stays around in a positive way. He would still text you happy birthday, or congratulations, if something important happened. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Let’s dive deep into Bob and his proposal. 

For your first date he had taken you to a local diner that had a Southern quality that reminded him of home. It was a random place that he had found when he felt adventurous and homesick one day. It meant a lot to him, and he knew that you would understand the sentiment. He was so nervous to take you there, hoping you wouldn’t turn away. It ended up being the best first date he’d ever been on.

So, he takes you back. He claims it’s just a chance to get out of the house and have a date night. You have absolutely no idea of what he had planned. While you were getting dressed, he had called up the joint, speaking to the waitress that was always working. She was a lovely older woman who had taken kindly to the two of you. The plan was: once the check comes she puts on ‘Wouldn’t It Be Nice’ by the Beach Boys on the jukebox.

Dinner and dessert came and went and you were feeling great. When the check came, Bob didn’t go for it like he usually did. Normally, he would snatch it in an instant so you couldn’t see how much you spent and he would take care of it. Instead, he slid it in your direction. Odd, you thought. Upon opening the booklet you saw a diamond ring placed where the check should be. You look up to see Bob wide eyed and beaming. Who could say no to that face?

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s the softest, gentlest man alive. He caresses you as if you’re made of glass. His touch is so light on your face. He holds you like he’s holding a piece of art from the Louvre. Yet, every touch sends an electric shock through your nerves and your head get a bit dizzy. He’s also incredibly soft spoken. If an issue arises he’s the first to say he wants to talk and he sits you down at the kitchen table to fix it. 

“This happened the other day and honestly I didn’t feel great,” he would state. “I would appreciate it if we could fix that, please.” He wears his emotions on his sleeve. You never have to ask how he is feeling. Whether it’s good, or bad, he’s talkative and upfront about how he feels. It’s something that you really appreciate and it keeps the relationship healthy.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Bob’s a hugger. Before he leaves for work he makes sure to pull you into a tight embrace, with a kiss to your hair, and take a minute just to hold you. That imprint of a hug keeps him warm and happy until he gets back home. When you’re resting on the couch at the end of a long day he likes to have you in his lap, running his fingers through your hair and down you legs as he watches the evening news. 

When at the bar together he keeps a soft arm around your waist, resting you against him as he sits at the bar stool. His fingers play with your belt loops as he laughs at the boys playing pool. If a slow song comes on he likes to hold you from behind and gently sway about the beat.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It was another moment of Bob’s word vomit. It was several months of being together when he had an epiphany during the night. He tossed and turned wondering if he should be the first to say it. He had to. He had to get that off his chest before it gave him a heart attack. You had invited him over to cook him a nice dinner. He seemed off that night, knee constantly bouncing and sweat beading at his hairline. You weren’t sure if he didn’t like the food, or what the issue may be. 

You sat across from him, nursing the drink in your hand. Out of the blue Bob pulled out a pack of Post-It notes and began scribbling. You quirked an eyebrow at the scene, having absolutely no idea what was going on. As he put his pen down, he silently pushed the note over to you. In red ink read the words ‘I’m hopelessly in love with you”. You stifled a cough out of surprise as you told him, “I’m hopelessly in love with you too.” It was the first of many notes to be received from him.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s not too jealous. It’s more insecurity than anything. He’ll watch as Hangman tries to chat you up and wonder if you may be better off with him instead. There’s a constant fear in his head that he’s not doing enough, that he’s not like the other guys on the squad. It’s the one part he’s terrible communicating on. You’re practically pulling teeth to get it out of him. He’s quiet the rest of the night and has a hard time keeping eye contact. After a few questions of ‘what’s wrong’ or ‘what happened’, you’re finally piecing together what happened. He apologizes profusely until you reassure him that absolutely nothing and no one would take you away.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Bob has the softest lips on the planet. There’s not a single part of your skin that doesn’t crave the feeling of his lips. He’s always peppering them on your shoulders as he’s behind you, swaying to an imaginary beat as you cook dinner or fold laundry. He’s placing kisses to your hair as you rest in his nap as he reads - taking a pause after every page.

He places chaste kisses to your lips in the middle of a sentence because he’s been staring at your lips for the last ten minutes. He’s waking you up with soft pecks to your nose as he watches it crinkle in reaction. He’s giving you a forehead kiss as you’re at the bar, for no other reason than to just kiss you. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Children are easier than adults. He has no problem jumping into kid mode. He’ll play soccer with a young boy at the park that asked him to play. He’s teaching him how to properly kick and score goals. He’ll have a conversation with a little girl that randomly came up to him to say hi. “Hi, I’m Bob! What’s your name?” “You’re four?! Wow that’s so cool!” “What’s your favorite color?” You nearly burst into tears watching him carry on a conversation.

He’ll smile and coo at a baby that stares him down while grocery shopping. “Hi!” he beams as the child produces a gummy smile. He can’t wait to have kids of his own. He’ll daydream about what your future kids will look like and what names you may give them. He may already have a few names picked out. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Bob wakes up early on purpose. He likes to sneak out of bed, making a cup of tea or coffee and breakfast, and surprise you with breakfast in bed. Except it’s not really a surprise when he does it every day. He’ll get dressed for his off day as you eat your breakfast, asking your opinion on how it looks or if he chose the right color. 

You happily watch his fashion show as he second guesses his button down and decides on a t-shirt instead. He’ll take the tray from you and run downstairs to clean it up. He’s back again before you can blink and diving head first into the bed for a kiss. He gives you an itinerary of his day and offers for you to tag along if you wish. He’ll send you a text of his location so you don’t have to worry and then he’s off, probably being bullied by Rooster.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

It’s 9:00 pm. You’ve decided to retire to your room with your fiance for bed. As the two of you change into sleepwear, Bob pulls out two custom robes that he had made. They’re both a soft and fluffy white with your initials embroidered into the pocket. Where your usual last initial would be now sits an ‘F’. It may be the sweetest gift you’ve ever received. Bob helps you put it on as he ties the belt for you. He’s practically beaming.

The two of you enter your shared bathroom, placing roots at the sink to do skincare and brush your teeth. The room is silent save for the sound of toothbrushes cleaning teeth. You steal glances in the mirror, both too sheepish to say much. His cheeks and nose are glowing red, something that happens when he’s reached the height of happiness. 

From the bathroom you make your way to the bed, Bob already has your side covers pulled down so you can easily slip in. The two of you open your night reading, lamps providing the only light in the room. You read in comfortable silence until your eyes begin to grow heavy. The book is too good to put down, so you slide it over to your fiance, silently asking him to read aloud. Your head rests on his lap as you’re lulled into sleep by the sound of his voice.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Bob says everything all at once, all of the time. He’s a great conversationalist, always finding a new topic to talk about when the other has run its course. You spent most of your first date talking about all of the basic topics: where you’re from, why you moved here, what you do for work. It was simple and easy flowing conversations. Although he didn’t fully up about serious topics.

That happens in baby steps. He’ll slowly reveal a serious topic, but once he’s started he can’t stop. He’ll spiral into a long winded story about something that happened in his life that made him who he is today. You hang on to every word, mentally taking notes. You always love hearing the sound of his voice and always offer to let him tell you the next story.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Bob doesn’t get mad. He’s the most slow to anger person you’ve ever met. You once accidentally broke his electric razor and fully expected a lecture. Instead, he reminded you that it can be easily replaced and he ordered another one on Amazon without another word about it. It doesn’t matter what happens, he’ll talk about it and solve it. He doesn’t believe much happens with fists. He’s very much a pacifist. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers every single tiny little detail. He knows how you like your eggs, what milk you prefer in your coffee, even the type of records you collect. His calendar is filled with important dates including your birthday and anniversary. He has a scheduled delivery of your favorite flowers every week. He constantly keeps your toiletries stocked up so that you never run out. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The day you moved in was a bright and gorgeous Tuesday. He had spent the previous week deep cleaning the house and making sure you had all the space you could possibly need. Half of his closet and an entire dresser was prepared for your clothes, the skin cleared for your products, and the living room couch ready for your decorative pillows and blankets.

He hated being apart from you. Having you to himself every day was an absolute dream come true. Bob was practically skipping bringing your boxes in. He gave you the time and space you needed to be comfortable and constantly reminded you that this was now your home too and you could decorate however you wanted. 

The first night together in a shared bed in your now shared home was eventful. Bob let out all of his loving emotions and continued it into the early morning. From then on he was always bright and cheery at work every single morning.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

When it comes to physical security, Bob is the best. Every night he makes a routine of checking windows, locking doors, and setting the alarm system. He would never forgive himself if something happened to you - especially in your home. You wait in bed for him to come back, asking a quick “all good?” and he replies with “house is secured”. You never thought that such a phrase could hold such meaning to you.

No matter how anxious he can be, when a situation arises he is the first to step up. Anxiety flies out the window and all he is concerned about is protecting you. He would square up with the tallest man in the world if it meant keeping you safe. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Every anniversary, birthday, or date night is extravagant. He’ll spend months planning for your big day and doing things he knows you’ll love to do. All he wants in return is to see that beaming smile on your face. He thinks you’re the most deserving of love and happiness, and there is no expense that would limit that. 

Even on the daily, he makes sure to do something for you, whether that’s folding your laundry if you’re feeling too tired, making you a smoothie while you read, or turning up the heat if he sees you shiver.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Not necessarily ugly, but he does tend to get highly anxious and insecure easily. There may be days where you have to cancel plans because he’s feeling ‘under the weather’. He would beg you to still go, but you couldn’t leave him there alone wrapped under a million blankets in bed. He just needs to hear your reassurance that he’s doing a good job and that he’s a good boyfriend.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s the least concerned about his looks. Of course he may point out some under eye bags or a stress pimple, but that’s really all he notices. He doesn’t take time to look at himself in the mirror or do his hair. He just throws on his classes, combs his hair, and he’s good. He’s never really seen the point in spending lots of time on his appearance. He loves to make fun of Rooster every time he catches him staring at himself in a mirror.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Bob can’t survive without you. You’ve taken over every part of his life. When you’re gone he’s curled up with your pillow and sweatshirt, taking in the scent of your lotion and perfume that still remains. He’s texting you, asking how you’re doing and how your day was. He loves to see you off having adventures with loved ones, he loves looking at all of the pictures that you send back.

He’ll spend his time moping around, a pout permanently on his face. Phoenix does her best to cheer him up, but nothing works. The only thing that can remove the dark cloud from his head is your return. He engulfs you like he hasn’t seen you in months. It was only a long weekend. He refuses to let you, following you around so you aren’t away from him again. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Bob’s a dancer. If it’s a sunny Saturday with nothing to do he’ll play some music on his speakers and whisk you around the house. He would never be caught dead dancing in public, but he feels comfortable around you. He’ll attempt some Tiktok dance that he saw while scrolling one day. It’s a sight to see as he’s pretty uncoordinated in the dance department. It’s endearing nonetheless.

Late at night, unable to sleep, he’ll play a soft classic song, one from the 50’s or 60’s, and ask if you’d like the dance. The entire house is dark, save for the few candles that are burning in your bedroom. The scent of lavender and the feeling of being in Bob’s arms is enough to make you feel as if you’re dreaming. He sways you side to side, spins you around, late into the night.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He can’t be with someone that’s rude. Bob is sunshine in human form. He’s kind and generous to every single person that he meets. He could never put up with someone who is rude to others. You don’t have to be the nicest person in the world, but there’s a certain line of negativity that he refuses to let be crossed. If you’re rude to waiters, workers, or anyone in general he will quickly give a spiel before saying he just couldn’t do this anymore.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He’s a sleep talker. Occasionally you’ll hear a few random words escape the mouth of the man sleeping next to you. You’ll roll over to see if he’s awake, only meeting a Bob lost in dream land. “No, that’s not the bathroom,” he would snore out. You managed to muffle your giggles as you listened to the rest of his imaginary conversation. Randomly the talking would stop, but you would make a memo of all that was said so you could ask him the next morning. Of course he found this embarrassing, and his face would light up red as a strawberry.

#soft lil sunshine baby #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd imagine #bob floyd fic #top gun maverick #lewis pullman #lewis pullman x reader #lewis pullman imagine

[bluestar22x]

Chapter 7

Baby Fever - Chapter 7

Series Summary: It all started with a classic case of baby fever

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!(Wife)Reader

Rating: 18+ Series

Warnings: Fluffy, fluff, fluff, and one or two curse words

Word Count: 1,900 (ish)

Author's Note: I've got a lot of WIPs floating around in my mind but I will be continuing to update this fic monthly and enjoying Marcus Pike being a total softie husband and dad to be. Totally indulgent chapter here. There's no real plot to be seen. Enjoy.

xxx

Marcus had once told you about his failed marriage and an engagement that had been broken off because his fiancée had feelings for another man and had chosen him in the end. In both cases he had admitted to moving too fast, jumping to the next big step before his partner was ready. He'd proposed to his first wife in college, when they were both still too young to fully comprehend what a marriage really was and the compromises that came with it. Before they'd truly gotten to know each other and figured out if they could live with each other's flaws. She had signed the divorce papers almost a year to the date they'd gotten married. He'd known his fiancee for even less time, weeks, rushing because he wanted her to join him in D.C. Then there were the few women in between that just hadn't ended up fitting with his personality or lifestyle, to no one's fault.

Though there had been no malice between him or any of his exes, by the time he'd met you Marcus had learned to be cautious, having been burned too many times, and you had been appreciative of him taking it slow (or at least as slow as was possible for him). You had been burned too many times as well, though your relationships had been a lot more turbulent. For some reason you'd been a beacon for "men" who thought they were cool, but in reality they were just punks and assholes.

Marcus had shown you how a real man loved and how life with another person could be shared. Some mornings like this one, you wondered how you'd gotten so lucky to be in the same art gallery as him that fateful night you met.

You'd woken up that unusually warm April morning to the feel of him curled up against your back, his forehead pressed against your spine and his right arm resting over your right thigh, as if to anchor you close to him. You could feel his chest rising and falling steadily against you, a sign that he was still asleep, so you did your best to remain as still as possible, basking in the softness of the moment.

Like many times before, especially since you'd become pregnant, you were grateful that your paths had crossed and that he hadn't found a good match until you (though you knew that was selfish, Marcus himself had said he was glad too). You were never going to take moments like this for granted after your sad romantic history.

The baby inside you had other plans however, seemingly having sensed you being awake and decided that meant it was time for their morning workout, an abundant amount of kicks and tumbles commencing. Some mornings like this you thought with amusement that they must think you were their personal fitness gym, one that allowed bouncing off walls. You were fine with it, happy even. It meant that they were getting stronger and it wasn't like it was painful yet. You rolled onto your back and placed your hand habitually on your ever growing belly, shutting your eyes to focus on the movements that were still generally gentle, but much more frequent as of late. As a wispy smile formed on your lips an unusually strong tap against the bottom of you bump made your eyes snap back open in surprise. You'd felt that under your palm! Which meant that...

You nudged Marcus awake and he groaned softly. "Five more minutes," he said groggily. His eyes were still closed when you fixed your pillow so you could sit up against it.

"Fine, but then you're going to miss your chance to feel the baby moving," you told him, trying to sound casual about it while a grin was breaking out on your face.

His eyes flew open and he peered up at you, excited. "You think I could?"

"Give me your hand," you ordered.

He eagerly brought his right hand towards yours and you guided it to the spot you'd last felt the tapping movements. "Be patient. Not all of them are that strong."

Marcus gave you an acknowledging nod and pulled himself up the bed into a more comfortable position that would allow him to rest his head against your shoulder while still keeping his hand on the spot you'd left it, your hand resting beside his as you both waited with bated breath for a kick that he could feel.

You knew exactly when it happened because Marcus' eyes grew as wide as saucers and lit up just like they had when you'd told him you were pregnant. His met yours, and you felt your mouth pull tight at the joy on his face. "That's our girl," he declared in awe.

You nodded fervently as tears filled your eyes. "Yeah," you choked out.

Dr. Harrington had revealed the baby was a girl at your last ultrasound three weeks ago, and though you hadn't had a preferred sex in mind, something about your first with Marcus being a girl felt extra special, especially when he brought it up. Maybe because he sounded so proud of her already.

Noticing how emotional you'd become he lifted his head to look at your face and twisted so he could brush a stray tear away when it spilled out. "Happy tears?"

"Yeah."

He tilted your chin up with one hand and gave you a feathery kiss before meeting your eyes. "And how are you this morning?"

"I'm good," you promised him. You really were. You'd never lied to him about how you felt physically and emotionally and that hadn't changed with your pregnancy, even though some days you were tempted to for the sake of not worrying him. As of late you hadn't had to think about it, the latter portion of your second trimester having been going pretty smoothly besides an occasional wave of intense emotion of one or another overtaking you because of the pregnancy hormones, something Marcus had been very considerate of, of course.

"Good," he said. "Cause I was thinking we'd get out together today. We haven't been out on a proper date in weeks and I think we both could use some fresh air, among other things."

"What'd you have in mind?" you asked curiously. You were really tempted to refuse and just lay in bed all day with him after the hectic work week you'd had, but you were also hard pressed to refuse a romantic date with him.

"I got us emission tickets and a parking pass to the National Zoo," Marcus informed you. "I was thinking we could spend most of the day there and eat at a restaurant of your choice after?"

His expression was hopeful. You beamed up at him and palmed his cheek, already grateful to him again. "Now how could I ever say no to a date involving cute animals with my husband?"

"That was the hope," he told you, smirking.

"Five more minutes, then we get up and dressed," you decided.

"Sounds like a plan," he said happily, placing his head on your chest and a hand back on your stomach. You swept your hand through his sleep mussed hair and let your eyelids fall again as you focused on both his and your unborn daughter's movements, on Marcus' words as he began to murmur to her. "You're a strong one like your mama, aren't you?"

You didn't leave the bed for another two hours.

x

The National Zoo had always been one of your favorite places to be, especially on a spring day as seasonal as that one turned out. You didn't even need a jacket as you walked hand and hand with Marcus around the park, taking your time and taking as many breaks as you needed, which was a lot more since you'd started showing your pregnancy. It had affected your knees the most so far, though you were sure your back would start complaining more soon enough.

Marcus' favorite animals at the zoo were classically the tigers, and you both hung out by their exhibit for quite some time, observing as one lazily sunbathed and two others chased each other playfully. They were stunning creatures, and startlingly large. You always forgot how big they truly were, something that always made you very thankful that there weren't wild cats that large roaming the D.C. area.

You also spent a significant amount of time in the bird house, since you loved all the colorful plumage on most of the species it contained, especially the brilliant red feathers on the scarlet tanagers.

Your favorite animals at the zoo though were the alpacas. Your glee upon laying eyes on them every time you visited the kids' farm section made Marcus laugh because they were far from rare to see outside of cities and every time he did you reminded him that horses are even more common but horse girls go crazy over them all the time. It didn't matter if they weren't exotic, alpacas were cute and fluffy, especially the chocolate brown ones, and that was enough to brighten your day immensely.

Funnily enough, when you walked up to their paddock a chocolate one was the first to approach you inquisitively, and you broke out into a grin when you noticed her impressively rounded tummy. "Looks like you're ready to pop," you observed as you slowly stretched your arm out to pet her neck. She leaned into your touch, making your lips pull back even more. "Feel good? If I could reach it, I'd scratch your belly too. I'm sure it's as itchy as mine is half the day." She hummed contently. "Did you see me and figure that I'd understand?" you inquired. Dogs and dolphins and some other particularly intelligent creatures had been noted to act differently, often more gently and protectively towards pregnant women, so it made you wonder if the alpaca had sensed a comrade. "I wonder what your little one will look like." You'd been daydreaming about how your own would look like for months. In every version in your head she had Marcus' eyes.

"We'll have to come visit again in the summer and find out," he said, a bright smile plastered on his face, having been watching your entire interaction with the alpaca mama.

He stepped forward and she took a step away from you, throwing her head a little and pinning her ears back.

You tried to soothe her as you planted a hand on his chest to stop his approach from behind you. "She's going to spit at you if you come any closer."

"They're the only animals who hate me, I swear," he grumbled and you giggled.

"Don't take it too personally, she's probably just not used to big, strong men trying to get up in her space."

He quirked an eyebrow up quizzically. "You trying to hit on me, honey?"

"Is it working?" you responded.

"It always works," he told you, grinning ear to ear. "We should get out of here and get supper before I get other ideas for passing the rest of the night."

"We could eat takeout on the way home instead," you suggested playfully, leaning into his solid frame.

"Don't tempt me," Marcus growled lowly, turning you away from the alpaca paddock. "You're getting a proper meal tonight."

"That's definite," you teased, loving the way his breath hitched a little after.

He found the sensitive spot you had along your rib cage and tickled it with the tips of his fingers. You broke out into a fit of painful laughter. "Okay, I'll stop!" you shrieked, trying to struggle out of his embrace.

He immediately ended his attack and continued leading you out of the zoo, smiling the whole time.

You were too.

xxx

Tagged: @amyispxnk , @harriedandharassed

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Series Masterlist

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#Marcus Pike Fanfic (Mine) #X Reader #Baby Fever Series

[brandogenius]

eating up the content as per usual ‼️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 i'm so excited ur getting into muna i got into them a few months ago and they're just so chaotic and funny, id say another way to get good insight in their personalities and speech patterns and whatnot is by listening to gayotic (their podcast!) i literally listen to gayotic to fall asleep sometimes LMFAOAO

okay now time for my thoughts on more barista!reader x jb:

question, what do you think the drink actually is that jb orders? like, in my opinion, i feel like its just one of those really popular sweet ice coffees that most people like but its bc they don't actually like coffee and julien is like about to eat a spoonful of salt to cut the sweetness bc how dare she not drink every drop of this ice coffee her pretty gorgeous cool amazing barista girl crush made for her

THE ANGST i love, that's so something that i would do ngl, i can imagine julien being like gutted that reader would think they were coming off weird and stopped doodling on her cup and reader like blushing and smiling at her reaction

speaking of angst can you imagine the dramatics of when reader finds out that jb doesn't actually like her order...in my mind it's not even something reader loves it's just popular and they overhears phoebe or lucy with julien making fun of her getting a drink she doesn't even like and reader doesn't mention it until like a week later because they've been analyzing jb getting her drink

im picturing julien coming in and being like "same as usual ☺️" and reader is like "are you sure?" and julien is confused like "uhh yeah i always get that wdym hahah" and reader explains what she overheard and julien is internally panicking like 'okay this is it she found out and she's gonna hate me and think im a pathological liar'

omg what if from then on reader makes her something new EVERY time until jb finds something that she really likes

julien coming in during a rush and reader frantically ranting to her about how stressed they are but julien is sitting there listening to them like this 😍 and reader can't help but notice and then they're like "sorry i didn't mean to ramble on like that..." and all embarrassed

one last thought, julien coming in and getting her drink but then sitting on the couch or window seat and reading a book or doing work on her laptop and reader is checking on her every 0.5 seconds and they keep making accidental eye contact and smiling but neither will actually talk to each other (classic wlw yearning from afar)

OKAY rant over 😊😊

-🪷

tysm :D i’m definitely getting into muna!! funny enough i’ve gotten a few asks but i’m waiting to get more into them before i write them up!!

i’ve been watching their gayotic podcasts, i started by watching lucy’s then julien’s and lemme tell you i love it. i’m someone who loves to take note of speech patterns and how people word things so it was interesting to learn more about them individually

as for barista! reader

hmmm. i feel like jb isn’t someone to order overly sweet things. like say fraps or something. black coffee or something 😭 a little bit of sugar like maybe a teaspoon is fine but overly sickening sweet nooo. she takes it though and doesn’t complain because at the end of the day reader made it and there was cute doodles on it and she doesn’t want to be like “aha hey… so i don’t actually like this”

she either chugs it down or splits it in half with one of the boys so she has less to drink. she wouldn’t put your hard work down the drain

reader finding out jb doesn’t even like the orders they make and they are like “YOU COULDVE TOLD ME”AND JBS LJKE “that’s true”

omg reader handing jb a new cup everydsy like “so this is peach ice tea” and the next day it’s like “so this is matcha tea” and maybe julien’s just extremely picky on her drinks but she’s yet to find something she likes

reader literally watching julien sit down and write lyrics or type away at her laptop and they make eye contact every so often but both are too scared to say anything so queue reader coming over with a slice of chocolate cake like “here you go” and jbs like “oh i didn’t offer it” and readers like “it’s on the house” and jbs like “oh.. thank you-“ and you stick your hand out like “i’m [name]” and she’s like “julien. i can’t believe we didn’t ask for each others names yet”

#pom speaks #anons #jb coffee shop au #lotus anon the beloved

[pretty-niche-writings]

1-A girls general dating HCs with a short and shy reader

Content Warnings: Just fluff!

Fandom: My Hero Academia 

Requested by: Anon

Author's note: This took way more than it should, seriously. The original ask requested the SFW with the NSFW ones but I decided to split it into two works. I'm pretty pleased with this one, just the punctuation I think I screwed up but that's something I'll learn properly overtime. I hope you enjoy!

Uraraka Ochako

👩‍🚀🐿 You can be sure she adores being with you out on the street, letting everyone see the absolute adorable S/O she had the pleasure of meeting. Everyone else on the street might be more focused on the adorable ball of fluff that is Uravity, but she herself can't keep her eyes out of you.

👩‍🚀🐿 Don't let her appearance fool you though, she is extremely protective, not letting a single situation harm or stress you too much. Normally a statement from her saying she would like the journalists to not overwhelm you or to not put you in a tough situation is enough to make the paparazzi behave, but every once in a while she has to let her angry side out, and you would not believe how much of a ruckus she can cause when she is motivated to do so.

👩‍🚀🐿 Uraraka absolutely loves being taller than you, since that means she can be the big spoon with no shame on it whatsoever! Sometimes you might even feel more like a teddy bear of a scared kid rather than her S/O because she holds you with a grip that could rival the ones she gives villains. Seriously if you need to go grab some water or go to the bathroom, do so before she falls asleep because you're not getting out before she is awake. And you would not wake her up, would you?

👩‍🚀🐿 No matter their size or weight, Uraraka could lift anyone up easily, but when it comes to you she is delighted in knowing she can do so without using her quirk.

👩‍🚀🐿 She really feels like a classic hero you would see on the first wave of the hero association, she holds you tight against her, feeling that she truly found the one she loved, she truly found her perf- and she squeezed you too tight! She really needs to work on that, cuddling really becomes a whole situation since she learned a bit too well from Gunhead.

👩‍🚀🐿 She is quite short herself, so people came up with all sorts of nicknames for you two, all of them being so great that she can't decide which one she likes more. Even if you're shy, she can't help but want to talk about you whenever she can, gushing on and on as she says each and every little detail she adores about you. Even if she says you're the cutest thing in the world in these speeches, whenever you see her going red when she realizes she spent minutes rambling about you during the interview, you start to think she is stealing your line.

👩‍🚀🐿 PDA with her is a must! Especially when she is feeling nervous about a situation. With her years of experience in the field, she can sense when a situation is escalating into something she might need to intervene in, and in those moments she will get really close to you. If she does that to make you feel or herself feel protected in something only she knows.

👩‍🚀🐿 But whatever the case is, she might be breaking records on how fast a hero can resolve a situation with supervillains. No one will ever take more than 5 minutes of her dates with you, no one!

Toru Hagakure

🧤🤍 Toru is energetic almost all of the time, but when she is with you she becomes quite binary. She is either skipping down the street with you from how much she is enjoying going out with you, or she is cuddling with you for hours in the same location.

🧤🤍 But the constant is that she is a big fan of physical contact. Naturally, eye contact isn't something she can do to show her affection, so she has to double her efforts to make you feel her presence near you.

🧤🤍 PDA isn't a problem to her at all, she will hug and kiss you no matter where you two are.

🧤🤍 Toru is definitely your biggest fan, she is extremely proud to have you by her side and being able to know you love her just as much as she loves you.

🧤🤍 With Toru you will have to get out of your shell, she is extremely extroverted and she is always going out to big events and you're invited to every single one. As she likes to joke, no one can see her pretty face, so she likes you because you fill the entire quota of beauty of the relationship by yourself.

🧤🤍 Despite that, she won't force you to attend anything you don't want to go to. She would like to show you off to everyone, but she won't do anything to make you uncomfortable. Once again, she will say that because she is your girlfriend, her smile is ten times brighter even if you're there at the event with her. Toru will get mad if you question how that works.

🧤🤍 She will want to see how her clothes look on you, so having you being shorter than her means more options in her closet open themselves up for you two to experiment with.

🧤🤍 For that same reason, your favorite style of clothing will influence the way she dresses. She is always combining with you, even if her clothes would fit her just as well even if she was alone.

🧤🤍 She would help you pick your clothes and would like you to do the same since how she dresses is something very important to her. Expect to have shop clerks at her favorite clothing shops greeting you by your first name after a while.

🧤🤍 Cuddling with her is something common, but it is never an easy endeavor. Not because she avoids being with you as she rests, but because she can't stay put when laying with you, she just has to play with your hair, kiss your arm, not to mention all the readjusting she does. It doesn't matter if you two only have 2 minutes to lay on the couch, she will move around almost constantly, good luck trying to snooze.

🧤🤍 She insists on cuddling, she adores it, but touching you trumps the importance of actually resting a dozen times over.

🧤🤍 Since you can't see her, the question of what position she actually sleeps in will remain a mystery forever more.

Momo Yaoyorozu

📐❤ She is already taller than most, so near her, you will look even shorter, and considering she will mostly take the lead in most situations because of her role as a leader in most team-ups, her presence will be a lot more attention-grabbing than yours, but if you're shy that won't be a problem. But that doesn't mean that's the only way you'll be interacting with her.

📐❤ On one side of the coin, you have Creati organizing team tactics with her fellow pro-heroes with a loud and clear voice, on the other you have your Momo whispering gentle nothings in your ear at the end of a long day. She needs to recharge, she can't be Creati all the time, at one point or another she needs to be herself again, and what better way to do that than with you? When you spend more time with her, you'll realize she isn't that different than you at all, her demeanor and attitude are oceans away from what the public sees.

📐❤ When you decide to go out with her to more social events, she always becomes overjoyed, calling multiple professionals to choose or even design clothing that's not matching, but compliments one another. It's at these moments that you need to remind her you two are only going to have dinner with a few friends. But on one hand, she is right, be it at the local restaurant or at the fanciest gala, a lot of attention will be directed at the two of you. Momo is a very private person, most people not even knowing she is with someone, because they don't need to be informed of that at all. Paparazzi are a nuisance, but a few reflective surfaces that mess with the flash of their cameras are super effective and don't consume a lot of fat at all!

📐❤ But she gets really annoyed when she can finally go out with you and someone tips off those reporters. She just wants to be herself when off the clock, not a famous pro-hero. But at the end of the day, it's all worth it, simply because you were there with her. She is quite sentimental, so expect her to treasure pictures of the two of you more than any official picture with important figures.

📐❤ Cuddling is complicated, you both enjoy being the little spoon, meaning that you will have to switch every so often when she feels like being hugged.

📐❤ At some point, she tried drafting a system for who can be the little spoon, taking into account how long each cuddle session lasted, the day of the week, and all sorts of variables. Momo will be quite excited when she's explaining it, colored graphs and all, but someone has to tell her it's a bad idea. And unfortunately, that person is you (those puppy eyes hit harder than any stale slide transition she decided to use).

📐❤ So in the end, as it's often the case, the simplest way works the best, do what feels natural at the moment, and ask if you want to switch.

Tsuyu Asui

🐸🌧 The best short couple in town! Oh, not quite, not quite. Don't get me wrong, most people will think that, but Tsuyu is quite taller than she appears, she is always hunched over because that's the most comfortable position to be in most of the time thanks to her quirk. She is quite tall, but only close friends will know that in general.

🐸🌧 But one thing is for sure, handholding is always amazing with her. Her hands can easily cover yours, so on hot days, you will have a cool hand to protect yours from the heat, while she has a warm hand protecting her from the cold of the chillier months, teamwork!

🐸🌧 Tsuyu doesn't see the need to talk that much, she only does so when she feels like she has to. So out of the blue expects some L-Bombs thrown your way, because that is something important that is worth saying every day. But most of the time, she is content with hearing you talk, adding her thoughts every so often.

🐸🌧 Most people think she is introverted, and that's not completely true. Most of her attention is focused on the people around her, she just doesn't see the need to interfere with what's already happening if she doesn't have to.

🐸🌧 But that means that she will speak up when she sees something wrong. And when things go really wrong, she will jump into action, so sometimes you'll have to return from a date alone. Tsuyu is very perceptive, so even as she is being Froppy, she is already thinking of the best day to have another date to make up for this one. Not just because she doesn't want you to feel that she doesn't value the relationship she has with you, but because she won't let some villain ruin such a lovely outing you two were having.

🐸🌧 Tsuyu has many titles, The rainy season hero, The best big sis in the world, the worst big sis in the world (Only when she is scolding her siblings at least), the best cook, Fruit-Jelly lover, and so many more. But you can also know her as the queen of cuddling. It is impossible to describe it, but when she cuddles you, a sense of pure peace overwhelms you. It may be because of her cool touch or because of how her arms can hug you so firmly and softly, but in the end, it's because of the feelings you two share. But there is a downside, it doesn't matter how long you two cuddle, it always seems to go by so fast (Mostly because you two end up falling asleep).

Mina Ashido

🥳💕 Ah yes, the relationship that is the embodiment of opposites attract. Being quite short herself, one might think that Mina isn't attention-grabbing when she is walking around with you, but you can expect her to be brightening the entire country with that smile only you can get her to show the world. Oh, also because she is a famous hero who is very identifiable even without her costume. There's that too.

🥳💕 Like most other heroes, Mina has to deal with paparazzi as well, but she doesn't dislike them, she is always excited to take some photos and talk about her day for a second or two. Ironically, because she is like that you won't have to worry about being overwhelmed, all the attention will be around the endless scoops Pinky will be giving them nonchalantly, so it's a good time to finish any snacks you were having or take a small peek at what's happening on your timeline while she is occupied.

🥳💕 When she has fulfilled one of the parts of her job, she'll come right back to you and return to the conversation as if nothing happened.

🥳💕 If you're shorter than her you are the perfect height to rest your head on her shoulder, and since she is taller than you she is the perfect height to rest her chin on top of your head, as Mina would say, perfect team synergy for a lazy afternoon.

🥳💕 Not that you will have much of those with Mina around, she always has plans and loads of energy to spend goofing around. If you prefer she can think of activities that don't include many people around, but with her, you will have to get a bit more comfortable out of your shell. Games of all sorts are on the table, from video games to tabletop ones, she loves them all. You're as likely to hear her calling you to fly some kites as hearing her calling you to help her show some noobs who is the Alien Queen.

🥳💕 But at the end of the day, this acidic pink battery of energy isn't as endless as it feels sometimes, at one point or another she will lie down on the couch and enter a state in-between sleeping and not being able to sleep. And in these moments you can be her hero! Even the amazing Pinky needs aid from her favorite partner and her trusty power-ups! She always prepares some milk, yogurt, or nuts in the fridge for situations like these, so be fast and save her from being exhausted for the rest of the week! When you give her the best refreshing treats eveeeer, she will finally be able to sleep. Well, as soon as you lay near her of course.

🥳💕 Speaking of treats, Mina loves yogurts, milk/soy milk-based desserts, and nuts. They always feel so tingly on her tongue and she swears they are always exploding her mind with flavor. She insists on sharing, but to her shock, you never taste the amazing flavor she claims the sweet to have. This probably comes from Mina's quirk making her whole body more acidic, meaning balancing it out with high Ph foods just feels right.

🥳💕 Now, believe me, you're no villain and even if you were Mina would never fight you, but when she cuddles, you swear she is trying to immobilize you. She snakes her arms and legs around you and holds you tight, just enjoying the moment. It never hurts or gets uncomfortably tight, but you will either have to help her wake up or get up and take a sleepy koala Alien on your back to the bedroom with you.

🥳💕 Speaking of tight, if you ever decide to wear her hero suit or official Pinky's camouflage pattern merch she will melt! Not literally, she has quite the control over her quirk... But that doesn't mean she has much control over her mouth, so expect a loud squeal of excitement as she comes running to check your dope fit out.

Kyoka Jiro

🎸💜 The true introvert of the graduated girls of class 1-A, she would rather spend the whole weekend silently relaxing by your side than any sort of crazy hijinks the world has to offer. You're more likely to be the one trying to get her out of her blanket fortress than the other way around. She always seems content with experiencing new things in the comfort of her home.

🎸💜 And new things are always on the table, new shows, movies, books, instruments, recipes and so many things that she comes up with the idea to try. Aside from playing music, she isn't that great at those other things, but she always has a blast messing around with you in a comfortable space.

🎸💜 She shows her affection with small acts of service. She makes more food than she needs so you can have some, she sometimes does some of your chores at home, she will learn songs you like to play them to you, and she will make you feel special without needing to say a single word. But she has a very low battery charge when she isn't having a sudden burst of infinite energy, so you need to repay the favors or you will have a very grumpy Earphone Jack sleeping for the entirety of her weekend. The best you can do is get her earmuffs and hold her hand while she is going to sleep. Most of the time she goes to sleep in the morning or in the afternoon, so she doesn't mind if you don't go to bed with her, just being around is enough.

🎸💜 But not every day you two can be in the peaceful silence of your home, sometimes she has to go to some event or meeting and she will need her S/O to be the best hero she can be. She doesn't get nervous about having multiple people staring at her, she is a famous pro-hero, and she can take the heat. But it's tiresome. In between these moments, she comes to you and sits next to you,  just silently tuning out her surroundings. If she is feeling touch starved she will make use of her earphone jacks to hold you close to her, just like you would see in any corny old romance movie, but it is a perfect opportunity for you to take the lead and plug the end of her earlobe into your phone to play her some tunes.

🎸💜 If Jirou had to choose a favorite place to spend her dates, the winner will definitely be an old and unpopular bar near your favorite date spot. It's just perfect, the atmosphere is rich with inspiration for her to take in for her next song, but at the same time it's not so overpowering that she loses your presence in front of her. Plus, being able to play some classic bar games is always a plus in her book, just don't take it personally when she wins over and over again.

🎸💜 Just like you, Jirou is quite short, she never really minded it though, but she admits that being the one to make "short" jokes towards someone shorter than her is a nice change of pace, even if the difference isn't that pronounced.

🎸💜 But she does use platform boots. They fit her style perfectly, and that's the most important thing footwear can offer her! Well, every so often she has to get a new one since the shoe's sole gets turned into ribbons from when she brings them to work to have something to protect her feet from being scraped on the ground when she produces a massive Shockwave, but other than that small detail... completely aesthetic!

🎸💜 You two have a step ladder to reach the things on the highest shelves, but you do have to wonder why she uses it as well when she has two appendages that can stretch all the way up there and back, and can carry moderately heavy stuff.

🤍 Rules 🤍

💛 Masterlist 💛 Not done yet

#my hero academia #BNHA #headcanons #x reader #fanfic #class 1 a #uraraka ochako #uraraka x reader #toru hagakure #toru x reader #momo yaoyozoru #momo x reader #tsuyu asui #tsuyu x reader #mina ashido #mina x reader #kyouka jiro #jiro x reader #dating hcs #fluff

[alyxovert]

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#writing prompts - 43 posts

#sentence starters - 42 posts

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Longest Tag: 130 characters

#lmao look at this cutesy aesthetic with a cutesy gif with the deep & edgy quote ‘watercolor eyes’ (no hate to lana i promise /srs)

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

˗ˏˋprompts : meet cuteˎˊ˗

A fell asleep on public transport. B is sitting right next to them, and as they see the next stop coming up, they wake A up to ask if it’s their stop. (bonus points if B caught glimpses of them while they slept, adoring how peaceful they looked!)

A lost something in public and is freaking out. that is, until B found what A was looking for, and asks if it’s theirs.

it’s raining/snowing and B noticed A is without proper clothing/equipment, like an umbrella or a jacket. so what does B do? they ask if A wants their only jacket/asks A if they want to share an umbrella.

A and B get paired up for a boring project, but together they make it fun!

the classic “the parents dragged A and B to a boring party and they become friends.”

B gets something tasty looking from a restaurant/cafe/etc. and, despite A being shy or nervous, they ask what it is.

A wants the last of something (ex. a donut or bag) but they and B grab it simultaneously. now they stare at each other for a little too long before B frantically says, “you can have it!” and then they go back and forth insisting the other can have it. (bonus points if their hands touch!)

A and B are sitting next to each other on a long flight. despite them going to the same place, it’s for completely different reasons. A is going for a funeral, and B is going for a friend’s wedding. out of nowhere, A starts crying, and though it’s hardly audible, B notices and starts comforting A immediately. by the end of the flight, they both have each other’s numbers!

no one said these had to be realistic, right? perfect. A is out in public and sees a familiar figure. the thing is, A is mistaking B, a stranger A has never saw until now, for their best friend. A quickens their walking to catch up with their “best friend.” when they eventually do, they scare them from the back, but when B turns around, A’s smile falls. A expects B to get reasonably upset, but instead, B laughs. a strong friendship (maybe even a romantic relationship?) ensues.

again, might be unrealistic yet adorable! A finds a cat/dog on the street, but they don’t have a collar, so A starts treating them as their own. that is until B starts knocking on people’s doors, describing the pet and asking if anyone has seen them. when B gets to A’s door, A immediately knows they have that exact pet. depending on who you portray A to be, they may consider lying and saying they don’t have it, but in the end, they end up giving the pet back. the pet, however, is very attached to A, and tries to stay. B notices this and tells A that they can keep the pet, just as long as they stay in contact so B can visit it whenever! a strong relationship between A and B ensues :)

467 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

#4

˗ˏˋdialogue : comforting wordsˎˊ˗

“hey, are you okay?”

“do you want to talk?”

“is there something you need to tell me?”

“it’s okay. don’t cry.”

“it’s okay to cry.”

“let it all out. take your time.”

“it’s alright. i’m here.”

“i’m not going anywhere, don’t worry.”

“what’s wrong?”

“everything will be fine. i promise.”

“i got you.”

“i care.”

“is there anything i can do for you? a snack? a hug?”

“i could never hate you.”

“you’re not a monster.”

“nothing is wrong with you.”

“i wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“you’re safe.”

“we’ll get through this together.”

“just relax.”

“you deserve better than x.”

“get your anger/sadness out.”

“i love you.”

“do you wanna cuddle?”

“want to watch a movie or play a game to take your mind off of it?”

622 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#3

⊱┊dialogue : jealousy

jeal·ous·y (noun) • a sentiment which is born in love and which is produced by the fear that the loved person prefers someone else

change pronouns/tense as needed!

from the jealous…

“who was that?”

“just a friend, huh?”

“they don’t look at you like a friend.”

“i’m not jealous, i’m curious.

“so what if i’m jealous?”

“and just where do you think you’re going? let me guess… somewhere with x?”

“you spend more time with them than with me.”

“you two are so close, it’s adorable.” [sarcasm]

“you always seem happier with them than with me.”

“hope you two have a blast. go see a movie, grab a beer, maybe sneak a make-out session in between…” [sarcasm]

“what’re they doing texting you this late?”

“do they even know about me?”

“i’m not overbearing.”

“i thought you loved me.”

“i’m not the only one, am i?”

…to the victim

“it’s just a friend.“

“what? i’m not allowed to have friends?”

“do you trust me?”

“are you jealous?”

“you’re overthinking, love.”

“you don’t need to know where i am 24/7.”

“i’m just going shopping.”

“yeah, we are close. they’re my best friend.”

“was that sarcasm?”

“c’mon babe, you know it’s not like that—”

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672 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

#2

˗ˏˋdialogue : severe injury/illness ˎˊ˗

change pronouns/tense as needed!

“holy shit… that’s a lot of blood...”

“that looks infected.”

“you’re burning up!”

“do you need to throw up?”

“are you okay? does anything hurt? who did this to you?!”

“it’s not that much blood.”

“it’s not infected! it just needs to be cleaned.”

“burning up? i’m freezing.”

“god, i feel like i’m gonna throw up.”

“i feel awful.”

“name? are you awake…?”

“can you hear me?”

“fuck— you barely have a pulse…”

“try to stay awake. talk to me.”

“fuck it, i’m calling an ambulance.”

“yeah… i’m awake.”

“my ears are ringing.”

“is this hell?”

“i’m so tired…”

“i just— i just need some rest.”

“you have to stay awake.”

“keep your eyes open!”

“stay with me… please.”

“i need you…”

“i swear to fucking god— do not stop breathing!”

“i don’t know how long i can stay up…”

“i’m trying.”

“i’m sorry…”

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718 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

˗ˏˋdialogue : kissingˎˊ˗

change pronouns as needed!

“god– i wanna kiss you.”

“can i kiss you?”

“just one kiss and i’ll never ask again.”

“let me be your first.”

“it doesn’t have to mean anything.”

“then shut up and kiss me already.”

“hurry up. get it over with.”

“you can kiss my ass.”

“i never kissed before—”

“is this your way of asking me out or—”

“that was better than i thought it would be.”

“one more time?”

“huh. you don’t taste as toxic as i thought you would.”

“you sure that was your first time?”

“shit, i wasn’t supposed to enjoy that as much as i did.”

“that was worse than i thought it would be.”

“you– you want to do it again?”

“alright. never doing that again.”

“did i do it right?”

“you sure that it didn’t mean anything?”

“should we take this elsewhere?”

“let’s go somewhere private.”

“think i wanna do a little more than just kiss.”

“wish we weren’t in public…”

“think of this as a one time thing.”

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1,267 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

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#.alyxovert #year in review #just thought i’d share

[lilac--sun]

WOO BACK TO BACK HEADCANNONS IM ON A ROLL The dark and light sanses have a truce in this btw

Nightmares gang, Star sans' and other's<3

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Reaper could see people's death dates like how the shinigami can in death note but its in wingdings

Killer is extremely bad at remembering names so he comes up with nick names to help himself remember..but he never stopped using them so now he just annoys people with them "hey Ink sack" "please don't call me that"

"whats up glitchy" "ShUut uPp"

"yo all mighty king of goop-" "get out of my office"

Because Horror and Dust used to be a normal sans before the trauma of their Au caught up to them so they often do pun sessions and laugh their asses off

Red has a Nintendo switch and is the master of Mario cart, he will Literally fist fight someone if they don't believe him, Sci has gotten a few bruises from trying to win

(passive)Nightmare and Dream both have a birth mark on their backs, Dream is on the left side in faint shape of a crescent moon and Nightmares is on the right, in a faint shape of a sun, basically reminding them that no matter what they always have a bit of other with them at all times

Reaper was hanging out at Nightmares Castle when Error stretched plus yawned the EXACT same way Geno does and it all clicked with Reaper who let out the biggest "..OHHHHHH OKAY" when he realized that Error used to be Geno

(this is honestly my favorite one) Horror ane Farm often hangout and Horror steals chickens to take home, he usually carrys the chickens in his cracked skull so at random times he'll reach in and just...pull out a fucking chicken and Nightmare has to apologize to Farm

Ink isn't actually all that bad, even tho he doesn't have a soul hes picked up on enough social ques to understand what's happening and how other people should feel, so yes he is pretty mean but only if he doesn't like you.

The gang found out Crosses fear of cows because Killer made him watch Voltron and he screamed when that one cow showed up, they make fun of him for it.

Error can fall asleep anywhere, hes fallen asleep standing up, upsidedown, eating, showering (etc) the gang has to wake him up and he jumps when you wake him up, like a mom

Horror has a large garden, its located behind the castle and he grows around 10-13 different types of food and he secretly takes baskets full back to his Au and gives them to his papyrus

The bad time trio(Classic, Stretch and storyshift chara) Have weekly meetings at Classics house and papyrus makes them cookies :)

Dust's the quietest out of the five of them, while him and killer talk all the time and hes pretty talkative with the others, he usually won't talk other then that

Killer is the complete opposite, hes always talking. No matter what situation is he will talk about anything and everything, he does most of the talking when the gang is outside of their AU

Blue is the master at word searches, he can complete any word search in under a minute, he didn't think it was that special until he saw Cross so frustrated with one and he walked over and did it almost immediately... Cross was stunned.

The Star Sans' often go on picnics and just talk about random stuff, they Usually go to Piratetale and sit on the beach, they'll play in the water for a few hours and fall asleep in a cuddle pile after they get back to Dreams mansion

Nightmare says he doesn't care about Dream but he once witnessed Stretch slap Dream and lets just say Stretch was almost broken in half by Nightmare in a few seconds, Dream wasn't expecting that.

Ink and Error Train together and it always scares everyone because they don't worry about eachother so until one of them says "stop" the training will go on, the problem is that neither of them want to lose so Nightmare or Blue usually has to yell at them to stop

Ink and Error actually get along really well when they're not fighting, Ink's Sketch book is filled with sketches of Error because of how he sits/stands/sleeps, its very sketchable according to Ink and Error makes Ink a whole bunch of stuff while knitting, ink has new clothes every other day because of Error and Error finds it easy to make stuff for him because of how short he is

Error gave Nightmare and his gang access to the Anti-Void Incase of emergencys

Killer loves to find frogs and catch them then let them roam around the Anti-void...Error almost had a heart attack when he entered the Anti-void and saw 600+ frogs everywhere. Killer had his anti-void privileges taken away permanently

#bad sanses #ink sans #underswap sans #undertale headcanons #error sans #nightmare sans #star sanses

[audio-luddite]

Different? Better?

The adventure with the 1990s high end tube amp goes on.

There is good, and there is bad. Clearing away the bad issue is it will cost money to keep this beastie running. The good is it has the seductive sound of the vacuum to tempt and to tease me. Such a tease.

Last night I played 4 albums. The result was interesting.

The first one was my original copy of "I Robot" Alan Parson's Project. It sounded really good. AP was a recording engineer of great talent and is responsible for Dark Side of the Moon among many others. If you are familiar with that you can appreciate that the mixes are complex and deep and leave much to be untangled. If you are a detail geek as I am it is required listening. Lots of fun.

Next up was a "special" I found in my densely packed hoard of LPs. It is on the Wilson Audiophile label titled Center Stage.

It has an amazing back story and provenance. It was commissioned by Absolute Sound Magazine and the recording engineers, and mastering gurus are a who's who of the high end. Everything custom and tweaked. They even note the tape preservative used. Yes tape and pure analog full on. Should be great right?

I know TAS used it to evaluate equipment and crown the winners of that month's SOTA awards.

I may have mentioned that you can have great music recorded well or poorly. You can have great recordings of good or poor music. Bad recordings of bad music stay in the bin where they belong. Some things are doomed to be test records and this is one of those.

In the full golden ear style of reviewing I will note my equipment. The Phase Linear 8000 series 2 tangential tracking TT with an AT7V cartridge front end. Preamp is the ARC SP-14 with 50 pf load on the phono, and the Amp is the ARC Classic 60. Speakers are my own "invisible speakers" bass reflex in lovely birch plywood cabinets.

The music was movie and Broadway tunes played by horns and woodwinds with percussion. Basically a symphony orchestra without any strings. There was good space and I am a full on fan of how drums are portrayed. They are big deep and with amazing texture. Horns let you show off lots of audiophile type tricks. But the music was BORING. After two cuts I could not help but think if I hear another John Williams tune I will throw up. No FN imagination just quotes of everyone from Brahms to Stravinsky.

This is big loud music, and I was falling asleep droogs. I played both sides and yes the technical production is full on high end, but this goes back in the heap for a long time. Just not fun.

Since I was bored I decided to pull up "Year of the Cat" Mofi which I have talked about before. Wonderful recording of the most boring singer in history. Now this was interesting.

With the Franken-Amp this is broad and front row and deep with really really good clear sound. With the tuber it was almost muffled. Mr Stewart was pushed back a few yards and there was fog or smoke around him. ( not literally just an audible fuzziness thing ) I could still hear it clearly and all the parts were sharp and good. The guitar was very nice and metallic. The treble was really good. This is a Mofi after all. But the perspective of the mix was far different. I was in full on WTF mode. I bet it was mixed in a studio with all Solid State gear.

Very different, but not better.

OK one more then I have to shut it down. Emmylou Harris "Quarter moon...." I just got a Mofi used record from a cool shop a 5 hour drive away. There was some groove noise like dirt, they said they had ultrasonically cleaned it. Under the noise the recording was very nice. Actually a bit of discwasher brushing cleaned it up noticeably. I suppose the mix is simpler and cleaner so the sound was as I recall it before no big changes.

One thing and I will come back to it again. There is a background singer with a really cool tone to her voice. She is there, but not as easy to separate out as I recall. That may be the mix as Mofi does fiddle it's masters, or it may be the tuber. I have the original vanilla disk right in the milk crate there. I will check it.

[ Update: I did check it next day. The original disc was much clearer and the other singer was very easy to distinguish and understand. So did Mofi remix it and mess it up a bit? Interesting that the old copy sounded just as good as the mofi. Old master tape copy perhaps?]

In a related thing I ordered a set of the driver tubes. (EHX Russian). Far cheaper than a full set of 6550s and likely 30 years old. I want to pull the covers for a peak and will throw those in. It is a lot of bother to do so. I need some things to do in there aside from look. I will also check the bias of the output tubes. I will also scope some capacitors on the PC board that can go funny. There are 4 electrolytics there that are not power supply related and are known to be vulnerable. Just to risk my life you know. I gave up motorcycles decades ago.

The Amp does help warm the room and there was frost on the car this morning.

Cheers to all.

#audiophile #tubes vs transistors #high end audio #vinyl #Audio Research

[ectoamerican]

romance headcanons !!

NAME: Daniel Thomas Fenton NICKNAME: Danny (prefered.), Dan (only his dad is allowed to call him this, and it’s only platonic.) GENDER: transmasc, he/they ORIENTATION: pansexual PREFERRED PET NAMES: oddly enough, thanks to hearing his parents use them for each other a lot, he likes simple classic nicknames like dear, honey, sweetie. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single. FAVORITE CANON SHIP( S ): the only ship i consider truly canon (and this is only because the writing was terrible and forced for the OTHER one) is danny/valerie. and i do ship it. FAVORITE NON-CANON SHIP( S ): i have so many. (cries) though i should state that by non canon ships, i mean anybody who has not officially been involved with him in his canon material. canon characters to his cartoon included. for example, i’d put danny/dash, ember/danny, and danny/tucker here too. OPINION ON TRUE LOVE: he absolutely believes in true love. OPINION ON LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: one hundo percent, believes in it. HOW ‘ROMANTIC’ ARE THEY: he’s VERY romantic! though he has some terrible luck when he tries to plan anything, he does try. IDEAL PHYSICAL TRAITS: Danny thinks lots of people are 'cute'. there aren't any real consistencies in what he finds attractive across the board. but hey, it's easy to be taller than him. so I guess size differences? IDEAL PERSONALITY TRAITS: Danny has crushed on people with TERRIBLE personality traits before. But if he were to list things? Maybe a good sense of humor? Kindness? He's actually super, not picky. UNATTRACTIVE PHYSICAL TRAITS: none. Again, he thinks a lot of different people are 'cute'. UNATTRACTIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS: MAYBE, the standard horrible traits a bad person might have, such as manipulative behaviours. however he will look past these traits in favor of the potential to be accepted by somebody. ( i.e. Paulina ) IDEAL DATE: classic types of dates, such as going to special events together, stargazing, beach dates, movie theaters. DO THEY HAVE A TYPE: as far as his very short track record- people he can not be with. AVERAGE RELATIONSHIP LENGTH: as far as my canon, he “dated” paulina for a week before the first HS dance, then she dumped him. his and valerie’s relationship lasted about a month and a half before she too ended it with him. The thing with Kitty where she possessed Paulina also only lasted about a week. PREFERRED NON-SEXUAL INTIMACY: cuddling, hugging, holding hands, falling asleep on one another. danny can’t help but be a very touchy person, he behaves similarly with close friends too just not to the same degree and in a platonic manner. COMMITMENT LEVEL: 100% loyal to whoever he’s in a relationship with. OPINION OF PUBLIC AFFECTION: he’s into it, and doesn’t mind too much when other couples show it either. finds it pretty cute to be honest. PAST RELATIONSHIPS: valerie was the only real relationship he’s ever had, Paulina unfortunately was never serious about the short time they “dated”. And unfortunately, kitty when she was possessing Paulina wasn't serious either. She just wanted to make Johnny jealous. And just noting it here-- when Danny found out Kitty was possessing Paulina, she said "I get what I want and you get the girl! Everybody wins!" and his response was "Everybody, except Paulina." Danny cares more about what the other person wants and needs over what he wants. This is probably the most consistent thing you can apply to everything in his life too, not just in relationships.

TAGGED BY: taken from my old blog and altered. TAGGING: steal this.

#dash games ii eerie #///another one i dragged up for others to play with #long post

[streamofuncertainty]

I wrote this August 4th, 2022.

A translation from a dream that night.

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Suspended in the sky. Inside this vessel, I wile away my time, fixing what I can. I’ve found many of these over the years, repairing and hiding these flying machines. They’re curved and ridged, reminiscent of the top of a skull and a classic UFO.

They’re remnants of a fallen civilization. My civilization, although it fell long before I came around. Something to do with a plague. It left Mother Earth untouched, but over half of humankind perished.

Still, many of the skills and knowledge of that era survived. They were taught to me, and the others who came along after. But things are different now. I don’t expect things to ever return to how they were. The plague took more than our bodies, it took our will for progress.

I need a part I don’t have. I’ll have to visit the merchant below. I locate my gravity bike resting in the storage bay of the vessel and open the bay doors. The descent doesn’t take long, but the green tops of the surrounding pines are striking none the less. It’s all there is to the landscape, other than the winding river to the east.

I arrive at the merchant, his outfit resides in a vessel much like mine, only this one will never see flight again. I enter to greet a woman tending to the maintenance of a pile of ledgers and logs. “Is Jim onboard?” I ask, projecting my voice over the bustling bazaar. “He’s in his bedchamber” comes her curt reply, so I leave her and wander toward the sleeping quarters of the ship.

I used to look up to him when I was still young. Now, he is no more than another faceless being I’m forced to deal with from time to time. Here he is. Asleep, next to another warm body. I wake him, gently. We speak of current events and he agrees to the trade of some miscellaneous parts. But not before, once again, trying to convince me to join his crew. I decline, and he sends me away.

Once again noting the treetops on the way up, I return to my sanctuary, and finish my dithering around. Night begins to fall, and sleep begins to call. I nod off. But I’m awoken by the roar of hydrolysis cannons slamming into my ship.

They cut lines clear through everything they touch. I fall below the deck as the ship starts to separate from itself. I catch myself just before falling to my death. And once again, the green pines fill my view, however, this time, the red glow of the cannons illuminate the canopies. They appear to be firing directly at me, and I swing back and forth to maneuver out of the way, then slip back above deck as the ship begins it final descent.

I grab the emergency teleportation escape canister and try not to think of the implications of what I’m about to do. I slam the release and the nanites stream from the thing, and begin recording, and deconstructing my mind and body.

I jolt back to life inside another ship I’d repaired and buried a few years past. Or was it one I’d found like this? The reconstruction sequence of the teleportation leaves your memory jumbled indefinitely. I’ll have lost things I’ll never know of.

I check the ships scanners and they show the surface covered in more artillery. This vessel must be one of my repairs. They know it’s around here, just not exactly where. This vessels companion drone hums in a worried tone, sensing my distress.

I begin rummaging through drawers, looking for an ignition key for the antiquated motors. My only chance of escape and survival. Somewhere through my search I find a water logged drawer. And swirling at the bottom are purple sands.

And in them I see myself. A life forgotten, for a time. I see substance, the meat of reality. It floods into my brain with such intensity that I loose consciousness, and simultaneously, I awake.

[gaysindistress]

Gaysindistress’s 600 followers celebration

I combined the sleepover and blurb event because the poll was literally 50/50 😂

Anywayssssssss I’ve never hosted anything like this before and I wanted to celebrate hitting 600 followers!! I’m so grateful for all of the love and support that y’all have shown me 💕 it warms my heart and lowkey makes me want to cry thinking about all of the sweet comments and reblogs some of y’all have left. I literally have an album just for screenshots of them 😭 thank you and I love all of you 💕

rules:

- preference will given to those who are following me on either on this blog, gaysindistress, or my main punkrockrevivalist

- this event will be from November 11 to November 21

Without further ado….

To celebrate please send me an emoji with any additional request details from the list below:

🖼️ [moodboard]: I’ll make you a mood board based on a character or a fic that is either one of mine or yours. You can request one, or I can surprise you!

❓[ask me a question]: ask me anything about myself or one of my fics

For blurbs, please include the prompt number and the emoji with the character (with any additional request details) from the list below:

Example ask: “prompt 6 💧 with Bucky!”

Characters

Seb Stan: Bucky Barnes (my love)/winter soldier, Nick Fowler, Steve Kemp, Lee Bodecker, Max Burnett C Evans: Steve Rogers, Ransom Drysdale, Lloyd Hansen Misc: ACOTAR (Cassian, Az, Rhys), Pedro Pascal characters, Wanda, Yelena, Natasha, Sam Wilson, as well as other MCU characters. please note that I do NOT write RPF or for Tony Stark, John Walker, and Peter Quill. My guidelines can be found at the bottom of my masterlist for more info.

Prompts

I do not take credit for writing all of these prompts. I looked through many, many lists to make this one and I linked them 💕

Angst 💧

"I wish we never met. I regret the day I ever met you."

"I hope you’re happy now with someone else."

"What exactly do you want from me? Because I’ve been trying to figure it out, I just can’t."

"How am I ever going to be the same after this?"

"Say something. Anything. Please don’t let me sit in this silence."

"I stayed because I love you. Now I realize I should have left because you never loved me back."

Protective: ❤️‍🩹

“Hold my hand, okay? It’s gonna be over soon.”

“I need you to close your eyes for me love.”

“When I say run, I need you to do as I say without looking back and don’t wait for me.”

“I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.”

“You can bury me yourself before I lose you. Now get down and don’t move.”

“Listen to me.  . . take deep breaths, yes follow my breathing just like that. There’s no need to panic, I’m right here now, aren’t I? You’re safe.”

Classic Bucky & Sam banter 🙊

“Who let you in here?”

“God you’re annoying.”

“Oh go fuck yourself.”

“Don’t look at me, that was all you!”

“you make me need to carry ibuprofen around.”

“Kiss me and I’ll…” “what? You’ll do what?”

Fluff 🧸

“I love you more than words can express."

“I'll love you til my lungs give out.” “Oh give me a break, you don’t mean that.” “I’m not lying, doll.”

“So… What’s the next date going to be?” Character b murmurs, nuzzling their face on Character A’s neck.

"Stay with me tonight. please."

"We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. we can just sit here together until you feel up to anything else.”

"did we fall asleep?" "I think we did.."

Suggestive🌶️

This marriage has been nothing but a fake since the start. But we’re staying over at your parent’s home, and they’re expecting us to act like we’re in love… which side of the bed are you, regretfully, taking? 

"YOU SENT ME NUDES WHILE I WAS WITH THE GUYS/GIRLS!"

I’m damn freezing, and I know you run warm. You wouldn’t mind if I…

As a bodyguard, you’ve been posted in my bedroom. Just… come sleep next to me. That way I can be safe, and you can be comfortable. Deal? 

All the other hotel rooms are booked, and even though you are my ex, I would rather sleep next to you than a stranger, or even go back out into the snow. Move over, and let’s not talk about it. 

After a “there’s only one bed” kind of event, I slept next to you. But now, my bed seems so empty, and yours seems so comfortable. 

Dark 🌑

“don’t look at them, why are you looking at them? look at me. they’re not going to help you.”

“go on, scream for me.”

“Do you miss the way that I did everything for you? The way you watched me lose my mind? I hope it was entertaining.” A continues, their tone so chilling, it almost sends a shiver down B’s spine. A chuckles, there are obvious bags under their eyes, but it contrasts the fire within them.

“Did you really think i would let you go? Awe, doll, you should know better than that. You’re mine and I’m never letting you go.”

“I hope for your sake that you can run fast because you have approximately 30 seconds before I rip your throat out.”

“how you come out of this depends entirely on you. so i strongly suggest you cooperate, for your own sake.”

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[spacegaynsfw]

In light of your resent self discovery, I present to you an anecdote:

I was on a red eye from NY to FL, coming back home from a vacation. Not only is it night, I also tend to fall asleep in moving vehicles. Both because they give me the tired sleepy or to combat the motion sickness I get from time to time.

I’m fine at LaGuardia (and this was before it was renovated Nad COVID, so this is classic LaG, busted ceiling tiles, poodle sized rats, water damage and all) so even though my aunt tells me I should use the restroom before we board, I ignore her.

Anyway, seats are called, boarding happens, and I’m out before we even reach altitude.

A few things wake me up.

An announcement from the pilot, the ding of an indicator, and the need to pee. It’s not bad, but it’s there.

Now idk if the pressure changes in the sky can effect your sense of needing to go, but the closer we got to ground, the worse it got. Like full on, crossing and uncrossing my legs, wiggling in my seat, biting my lip, anything I could think of to NOT piss myself on this Boeing.

This lead to a secondary problem.

Sort of.

You see, in many people with a uterus, when the bladder expands, it can press against the internal structures of the clitoris, causing arousal.

I am one of those people.

I am also the unfortunate owner of a very leaky tap. My average discharge appears to be equivalent to what most others experience usually during arousal. So you can imagine what it’s like when I actually am horny.

I can and have leaked through my jeans before.

So now, I’m wiggling and desperate, doing everything I can to NOT piss myself, even as it feels like I already sort of did because I’m leaking like I’ve been edging (I mean I technically sort of was now that I think about it) and it’s making the need to go even worse. Like dipping someone’s hand in warm water while they sleep.

Finally. FINALLY! We make it to ground. But my aunt, —who I’m sitting next to, mind—doesn’t like trying to merge into the line to get off of the plane, and because of who I am as a person, I said I could hold it a bit longer. Even as I felt actual tears beginning to form in my eyes.

We finally make it off of that god damned flying death tube, and when I tell you I dropped my stuff and ran to the nearest toilet, not even checking the signs. I am dead serious. My aunt was actually starting to ask if I was okay when I bolted.

I was lucky, in a way, because cleaning had just finished the restroom I bolted into so there was no one else in there.

Which was good considering I had probably one of the best orgasms of my life in a restroom at Ft. Lauderdale International Airport at 12:30 in the morning.

I’m not usually loud, I still live with my mom and with three cats, any weird noises immediately gets the fuzzy bastards running to see what’s up. But I still moaned like I found fucking salvation in that tiny aluminum bathroom stall, legitimate tears were running down my cheeks as I came.

I was hunched over and shaking for the solid minute it took to actually pee, and because of angles, the stream was hitting my clit, topping the whole experience off with a sprinkle of overstim.

I sat there shaking for a few seconds once my bladder was actually empty, trying to get enough of my brain back online to seem less like I came in the bathroom hard enough to consider converting, and more like I was angry at being awake at that hour and not at home.

I had to spend some extra time at the sink to clean up my face, also my legs were still a little wobbly from orgasm so I needed help standing.

I’ve tried to hold it like that again on my own, not often, cause that could actually do some damage, but I don’t have the self control to hold it until it’s that bad again.

Still! Holding it while jerking it is a fun challenge, and it makes the orgasms feel, the best word I have is tighter, but that doesn’t make a whole lotta sense does it.

- @sticky-note

EKFKSNDKSBDKSJSJA NOTE PLEASE

first of all that’s hot as hell but also I am sorry that this occurred on a plane/in an airport because that sounds like a version of hell for me DIFJDBDJSK

But YES yes exactly with the whole pressing against the internal parts of the clit like that’s the whole thing. And good sweet Jesus god the relief and the whole ?? Yeah. YEAH man jeez. N tbh I know exactly what you mean by tighter for whatever it’s worth ??? It’s just. There’s more going on. Idk fjdbsnsk

But yeah holding when you don’t have “legitimate” constraints is a lot harder than when you do (for instance if I was in my truck for work I could hold it 80000x longer than I can just chilling in my apartment, bc my brain knows there’s no free pass by way of going to the bathroom in the truck, but my bathroom in my apartment is 3 steps away at all times) but lemme tell you when you have someone telling you whether or not you have permission to go that is also another thing 🥴

(But yeah obviously don’t go ham on this because your poor pelvic floor muscles will seek revenge in the future, although I would say you’re probably not in danger with recreational holding every now and then. The types of folks who usually experience symptoms with that are like…… truck drivers who drink a fuckload of energy drinks and then have to hold it for EVER because truck.)

#tori answers questions #max answers questions #anonymous #sticky-note

[mysummer2022]

A Wednesday, but really it's Thursday

June 8th, 2022 - Day 0

To-Do:

Put plants outside (because I just know no one's going to water them if they're not in the garden.)

Repack bags (because I know there are things that aren't necessary or they are one of the same things.)

Clean bathroom

Wash and pack bottles and utensils

Schedule:

Around noon - Watched The Kardashians just to pass the time

Early afternoon - Repacked the bags & got ready

5:15pm - Went to the bus station

6:00pm - Bus Ride to Bicol, according to the ticket

8:00pm - Actual bus ride

On every possible trip, I always update my mother. But longer days or longer trips, I also make it a point that I update my best friend, Camille, too. So really what's happening was that it's either I copy-paste what I sent to my mother to send it to Camille or the other way around. So I essentially had two mothers— ew, no. I do not wish to call Camille my mother. So essentially, I have two best friends, just one that I preferred more than the other— sorry, Camille.

Waiting for the bus was testing my patience. I tried to read, but I was anxious. I was not scared, I was more I-really-want-to-go-now-because-one-more-hour-of-waiting-will-make-me-give-up-on-this-trip kind of impatience. I've told my parents several times that my priority this last summer was Zambales because I really want to see my cousin or niece, Sam, while my mother was insisting I go to Bicol.

In a perfect summer, I would have liked to go to both. A backpacking trip kind of vibe. And apparently, I am in that perfect summer because we found a space in our schedules to squeeze the Mayon in. But we've only got to this point of me sitting on the bed of my aunt waiting for my eleven-year-old cousin because I gave up in an argument between my mother and me about schedules. And I am pretty into schedules (I would marry it if I could). But, as always, mothers would have the last say, and I am here ten or so hours away from home following her schedule of the tangible day I could go home. I say could because she is not letting me go home on my own accord and alone. So I am "stuck" here until she or my father gets me (for my father will go home after a few days and leave me here).

On the bus, and because there were only a few passengers, I had joked to my best friend and my mother that my father's choice of settling directly behind the driver was him pretending that he was driving us to Bicol. I smiled thinking that it was his way of coping with this possible odd feeling that he is not in control of the wheel.

I remember waking up at two in the morning and finding it hard to fall back asleep. Then I woke up at around four in the morning with my father asking me if I wanted Taho, and I did, and it was hot, and it felt so nice for the moment I had it because the bus was so cold.

Notes:

Never eat just before the trip especially when you're anxious. I felt like I was about to puke. But I got through it, thank god.

Also, never allow me to drink coffee before a trip.

Music:

I love falling asleep on long, long trips because sleeping music is any music. In my usual routine back at home, it was either classical, lullabies (yes, the harp ones), or audiobooks, other types are not allowed. But on trips like this, long rides like this, any music will do. Any music will put me to sleep as long as it's not the noise of the bus.

My usual Discover Weekly playlist.

Circles by Mac Miller.

Harry's House by Harry Styles.

Greek God Complex playlist. What I listened to at 2am to fall asleep.

Abbey Road (Remastered) by The Beatles. Perfect music to greet the sunrise with and to see the Mayon in its glory.

*all links are to Spotify

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[meowzfordayz]

favorite t-shirt

Author’s Note: imo, Giyuu’s lowkey a weirdo — in the best way. 🤗 He’s the dude who flies under the radar, but in actuality just needs someone quirky and unperturbed to bring out the weirdo (the best) in him. 😇

favorite t-shirt

Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~3,300

CW: 18+NSFW, cream!pie, explicit language, Fem!Reader, oral, public, spit

Song Inspo: Favorite T-Shirt by Jake Scott

~faqs~

I've been sitting here trying to figure out

What did I do right to be with you right now?

“Is this okay?” he asks quietly, palm light as it cups your chin, fingertips tracing the edge of your jaw.

He holds himself up, elbow beside your shoulder, straddling your hips. Dim moonlight illuminates his hurriedly tied, onyx hair as summer’s darkness envelops your bodies— comfortingly, sensually—not quite pitch black thanks to a singular, nearby streetlamp. This spot, at the end of a dusty, unpaved, dead end road, is seldom visited. You’d discovered it accidentally on your fourth date — the first time he’d driven you home. No, he had not stubbornly disregarded your directions in favor of “my intuition says to take this road”, not at all. Short and winding, the road leads to a quaint park and tiny pond: man made, and pleasantly undisturbed despite the bustling neighborhood surrounding it. You’d searched Google Maps: his intuition had guided you down Pondview Drive — the pond itself was nameless. Now, on date seven, you’re in the bed of his powder blue pickup truck, various fleece and cotton blankets strewn around and underneath you; a deck of cards, empty takeout sushi containers, and thermoses of lukewarm tea in one corner.

“[y/n]?” his fingertips stall as they wait for your response.

“Mm, this is wonderful,” your fingers are tangled in his shirt’s collar, “M’bad Giyuu, was just remembering how we found this place.”

He smiles fondly, tapping your nose, “And you said my intuition was stupid.”

You make a face in protest, “It was! You were supposedly driving me home, and this is very clearly not an apartment complex.”

“It’s much nicer.”

You cave at the unbearable softness in his eyes, “Yes. Fine. Much nicer. I stand by my original remark though: for driving me home, your intuition was stupid… but, I’m nonetheless grateful for it.”

Letting out a satisfied grunt, Giyuu’s fingertips continue their traverse along your jaw, sliding under the curve of your neck to lift your head slightly. Your fingers tug him closer, a noise escaping you.

“Is this okay?” That’s right Giyuu, you are steady, you are unaffected. “May I-”

His mental pep talk goes to shambles when you press your mouth to his, tasting faintly of ginger and wasabi.

“Kiss me, Giyuu.”

He kisses you. Tentatively. Delicately. Mouth closed. Doing his best to ignore your fingernails as they dig at his collarbones. Doing his best to maintain his excitement.

You’ve kissed before. A lot, actually. He prefers to date slowly. Uncomfortable with small talk,  date one had featured a movie then dinner: the classic one-two allowing him to test the waters—to dip a toe in—more often not leading to a second. The movie had been some subpar thriller in an uncrowded theater: you’d giggled at the wrong moments, cheered on the bad guy, and sniffled when the good guy emerged victorious. Surprisingly, Giyuu had found himself endeared by your unabashed antics. Was he embarrassed? Definitely. Was he also enthralled? Also definitely. And you’d gradually convinced him of your charm over dinner: from teaching him how to fold his napkin into a crown, rose, and sailboat; to somehow coaxing him into recounting his favorite childhood memories. He’d laid contentedly in his bed that night, impulsively texting you before falling asleep.

10:29PM Giyuu: Thank you for tonight. I felt so at ease with you. I hope I wasn’t boring... 😬

He’d awoken the following morning, promptly opening and reading your reply. 

12:03AM [y/n]: You’re welcome for tonight! You weren’t boring! 🧐 How about date two, sometime soon? You really, really *weren’t* boring! 😁

“sometime soon” had arrived sooner than he could’ve predicted, and he’d been the initiator. He’d called at 7am, tone drowsy and hesitant, “Sorry. I know it’s early. But. Date two? Breakfast, my favorite bakery, in 20 minutes?” You’d eaten your pastries in a warm silence, soaking in these new, sleepy versions of each other. On a whim, you’d pecked his cheek before parting ways. On a further whim, he’d caught your waist, “Is this okay, [y/n]?” You’d nodded, and he’d kissed you. Dates three, four, five, and six brought more kisses — many, more, kisses.

“G-giyuu,” he can almost hear the pout in your voice. “I said,” your fingernails release his collarbones, opting for his flexed biceps, “Kiss me.”

I put my arm 'round your shoulder to see if I could pull you closer

And I didn't wanna say it, but honestly thought of growing older

I saw your eyes in the city lights

And almost said, "I want you so bad tonight"

He kisses you. Deeply. Urgently. Mouth parting. Fingers supporting the nape of your neck as he lowers his chest to brush against yours. Fuck. Her nipples are so perky.

“Are you cold?” he outlines your upper lip with the tip of his tongue.

“G-giyuu,” you mumble, hands moving from his biceps to his sides, bunching his shirt.

“Should I take that as a no?” the tip of his tongue outlines your bottom lip, “Or a yes?” the tip of his tongue flicks at the corners of your mouth, “Gosh you’re pretty.”

He pulls away, hovering above you to admire the gleaming string of saliva trailing from his mouth to yours. Delectable.

“N-no,” your hands are flat on his stomach, marveling at its tautness, “Not cold. Hot. Hot. Hot,” your fingertips tracing the mountains and valleys of his abs.

Giyuu sits up completely, still straddling your hips, mindful to keep most of his weight on his ankles. In a fluid motion, he removes his shirt, tucking it under your head as a makeshift pillow. He notices your hands, resting uncertain on his thighs. He takes one firmly, reassuringly, into his own.

“Is this okay?”

You nod, inhaling sharply. He licks the tip of your pinky finger. Traps it between his teeth. Slowly inserts it into his mouth, tongue lapping wetly at it. He does this for your ring finger. Your middle finger. Your index finger. Your thumb. He takes your other hand, repeating the intimate process.

“You can touch me, babygirl.”

Your fingers glisten with his spit as you press them to his bare skin — his muscles tensing then relaxing, relaxing and tensing.

“Such a tease,” he drags his thumbs across your nipples, smirking as you exhale shakily.

“Fuck,” you mutter.

He groans lowly in agreement, goosebumps raising wherever your fingers press. Again, he drags his thumbs across your nipples. Again, you exhale shakily. His cock twitches at the sight of you beneath him. Flushed. Squirming. Hips bucking subconsciously upward. And your fingers. Your gorgeous, glistening fingers. Touching him. Painting him. Invisibly marking him.

“Is this okay?” his thumbs hook at the hem of your shirt, gesturing.

“P-please.”

“Please what, [y/n]?,” he hums. You whimper. “Please what, babygirl?”

Your body ripples deliciously as your eyes narrow at him.

“It’s okay. This is okay. Just. Giyuu. Giiiyuu, please. Please touch my nipples.”

He hunches to mouth at your nipple. You scratch at his ribcage.

“No shirt. Please. Please touch my nipples without my shirt on,” you’re frantic, pawing at his thighs, his hips, his sides.

He obliges, carefully moving from his straddle position to kneel beside you, one hand helping you sit up as the other takes your hand, placing it on his growing bulge. You grasp at it clumsily, the fabric of his pants restricting your access. Grumbling frustratedly, you tug at your shirt, his pants, your pants. The layers are everywhere, everywhere, and too much, too many.

You were kissing my neck, you were making me nervous, and none of our friends would believe it

You were putting your hands up under my shirt, making fun of the way I was breathing

Parked up on Pondview Drive, blankets in the back of my car all night

You look so good it hurts, in my favorite T-shirt

You pull your shirt off, tossing it mindlessly. Hopefully that landed in the truck’s bed… Immediately, Giyuu’s hands cup your tits — squeezing, pinching, twisting your nipples.

“Is this okay?” he pushes you onto your back again.

You arch, presenting your tits to his hot mouth, blankets cushioning your shoulders and ass, legs spreading as your toes scrunch. His palms are planted beside each of your shoulders, knees to one side of your body, holding himself in a partial pushup so he can kiss, lick, flick, nibble on your tits. They become slippery from his ministrations, the sloppiness of his mouth eliciting broken mewls.

“[y/n],” he stops abruptly, eyes bright and lustful, “I asked you a question.”

“Y-yes,” you squeak. He raises an eyebrow. “Yes, this is okay.”

His mouth kisses under the curve of your tits, tongue snaking down your stomach to just above your belly button before sliding flat back up between your tits to the hollow of your throat. Languidly, he bites at the sensitive skin stretching from below your collarbone to the crook of your armpit. Bite. Lick. Bite. Lick. Never hard enough to leave a visible mark, but more than hard enough to make your head tilt back: arms reaching up, your fingernails finding purchase along the expanse of his back —  they have minds of their own, mapping their territory with long, ragged scratches.

“I want your tongue on my clit,” you gasp.

And then, Giyuu’s fingers are in your waistband, in your panties, helping you wiggle them off, snorting as your pants catch around your ankles, eyes feral when they’re both finally gone. He settles himself between your thighs, palms pressed into your hipbones, holding you down.

“You get my tongue when you stop wriggling.”

You want to stop. You really, really do. But his immovable hands pinning you in place, his mussed hair and fierce stare so close to your pussy whenever you glance downward, the drip drip drip of saliva teasingly falling from his mouth, trickling mesmerizingly between and around your puffy folds, slicking up your asshole before falling wetly to the blanket beneath your ass. You can’t stop wriggling.

The weight from his hands lessens, fierce stare softening ever so slightly, “Is this okay? Do you really want my tongue on your clit?”

Something about the tone of his voice—its hesitancy—your fear of having his warm mouth so close to your pussy without ever actually getting to feel it. You stop wriggling. He makes an amused sound, the weight from his hands returning to your hips. With a pleasant sigh, he presses his tongue flat and wetly to your clit.

“G-giyuu!” you squeal, hips bucking wantonly, attempting to get your pussy closer, nearer, deeper to the warmth of his mouth.

It takes all of his self control, and then some, to continue lapping slowly at your clit. To ignore your pleas—inside me Giyuu, I want you to taste inside me “Hm, babygirl? I thought you wanted my tongue on your clit?”—the enticing movement of your hips—I’m ready Giyuu, fucking slick for your cock, please Giyuu, p-please “But babygirl, I’ve hardly gotten to eat your pretty pussy out, haven’t even made you come in my mouth yet. My cock isn’t going anywhere.”

He’s consistent and steady with the back and forth, up and down, pressure of his tongue on your clit, patiently impatiently, but you don’t know that building the swell of your pleasure; the quivering of your thighs against his cheeks, crescent marks courtesy of your fingernails gripping his forearms, constant, breathy inhalations — signs of your impending orgasm.

don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop

Your body jerks, his head trapped between your thighs, mouth held against your pussy, your cum smearing filthily on his lips.

“Kiss me,” you’re breathless.

He crawls up the trembling length of your body, one knee pressed to your pussy for you to grind on, the other straddling your leg. His cock strains in his briefs, precum staining them as he plunges his tongue into your open mouth, his lips sticky with your cum.

“Your pussy is fucking slick for my cock,” he murmurs.

Heart is beating harder than it ever has

Wanna put you in a photo, put you on my dash

You struggle to sit up, one hand clinging to his bicep, the other to the back of his neck. Following your desire, Giyuu helps you, chuckling when you proceed straight to his boxer briefs. He stands, allowing you to slip them down his thighs and past his calves — at which point he kicks them off to who knows where in the truck’s bed.

“Is it okay?” he’s less commanding now — almost… unsure.

You smile adoringly, pussy clenching as you trace a light fingertip from his cock’s oozing tip to his neatly trimmed pubic hair. He’s a hefty 7 inches, tip reddened and engorged, sizable veins running along his shaft — girthy enough to stretch your jaw when you suddenly take as much of him as you can into your mouth.

“F-fuck.” he stutters, unintentionally choking you as his tip jams involuntarily into the back of your throat.

With a pop, you gaze up at him, eyes watery, lips ghosting over his tip, “It’s perfect.”

He grabs his cock, slapping it possessively on your face, groaning as you lewdly stick out your tongue. For a moment, he entertains the fantasy of fucking your throat: slamming your pretty mouth up and down his cock, feeling your throat convulse hotly around his tip, your tongue smooshed wetly beneath his shaft, tears dribbling from the corners of your eyes, saliva dribbling down your chin, onto your tits and thighs, unable to keep tidy amidst the brutal rhythm of his fucking. No. As tantalizing of an image, he wants—needs—to hear your pussy squelching around his cock.

Your eager expression melts him. Tears him in two. Does he lay you down a third time? Hands cradling your head, droplets of sweat falling from his body to yours as you guide his cock into your sopping pussy; your other hand pleasuring your clit as his cock pushes deeper deeper deeper until his hips are flush against yours, your eyes squeezed at the fullness—Look at me babygirl, look at me while I fill your tight pussy—your eyes trying trying trying to meet his as he devours you; precise, generous thrusts hitting that spot as he takes his time with you, with your moans, yelps, GiyuuGiyuuGiyuu. Or does he swivel your irresistible ass around? Shove your face into the pile of blankets—into the lingering dampness from earlier—loosely securing your hands behind your back with his own, cock jabbing blindly between your thighs until it catches on your dripping folds; angling his hips to gradually, roughly, suffocatingly slide into the wetness of your pussy; growling triumphantly as he sets a bruising pace, pounding that spot fervently, mercilessly—You don’t get to touch yourself babygirl, not a chance, you’re coming from my cock, or not at all.

“Babygirl,” he gently grips your chin, “How would you like to take my cock?”

You sit back, ass on your heels, and swing your legs around to a casual straddle, pussy shyly exposed.

“Make love to me? P-please? Giyuu…”

You know it’s so, so, cheesy, but, you want to caress his jaw as his cock slowly stretches the clingy walls of your heat; want to be able to peek at your cum coating the base of his cock; want his familiar mouth on yours as you rub luxuriously at your clit.

“[y/n],” his hands lay you down tenderly, knees nudging your thighs farther apart as he leans over you, the tip of his cock bumping against your clit.

Wordlessly, he lifts one of your hands to rest on his shoulder, the other lowered to his cock. He shivers as you stroke it, grasp it, directing his tip into your aching pussy. Attentively, sweetly, he moves; shallow half thrusts easing your adjustment; cock bigger, harder, than you’d expected—Feels so hot, so intense; his tip brushes against your cervix, just barely, cock not long enough to cause any pain—Perfect, he’s perfect. 

“Your pussy was made for my cock,” Giyuu rasps warmly, “So. Fucking. Good.”

You shudder at his praise, whimpering as he begins thrusting fully, balls slapping wetly against your ass, his arms locked in either side of you as you clutch desperately at his shoulders. You fleetingly think to slip a hand between your stomachs to stimulate your clit, but then he grinds his pubic bone downward, and your clit has all the stimulation necessary. Let me see—you beg—the view between your bodies is stunning: your swollen, moist folds greedily sucking in his cock, your cum gooey and creamy along his entire shaft, pooling on his balls, sticky between both of your thighs. The anticipation of fucking your slick pussy, the foreplay of flirtious kisses, perky nipples, glistening spit, you coming undone on his tongue—Giyuu’s going to come sooner than he could’ve predicted—Sooner rather than later seems to be my habit with you, [y/n].

“[y/n].”

“G-giyuu.”

“[y/n],” his thrusts become erratic, faster, messy, “Where should I come?”

“Anywhere,” your hands grab his hips, “I’m on birth control.”

Giyuu comes with a mangled shout, spurting load after load of hot, thick cum into your spasming pussy, moaning at the thought of your pussy filling, brimming with his cum; almost collapsing on you, rolling over to one side, limbs intertwined with yours as he pulls, holds you as close as possible to his panting chest. His cum leaks from your pussy onto your thighs, warm and primal. Satiated, you curl into the safe silence of his embrace.

“Was that okay?” he murmurs into your neck.

You feel… cherished. 

“That was incredible.”

No it doesn't really fit, but you don't really care, 'cause you said you were cold, and you need it

Hope you're gonna forget that you ever put it on, 'cause you've gotta see me if you keep it

Parked out at the end of your drive, kissed me through the window one more time

You look so good it hurts, in my favorite T-shirt

“Do we have extra blankets?” you’re already sleepy, less concerned about the drying cum—that’s what showers are for—more concerned about how you’re going to comfortably sleep in the truck’s bed.

“Yes, in one of the corners.”

He hadn’t explicitly planned on making love to you, but overnight date seven in the back of his pickup truck? C’mon, he practically considers himself forever committed to you—it’s been never since anyone made it past date three. He’d prepared thoroughly — just in case.

“I don’t know where my shirt went,” you huff, too weary to deal with your newfound issue.

“Wear mine?” Giyuu offers, “You probably flung yours beyond the truck,” he smiles smugly.

“Because of you. You and your fantastic mouth,” you scowl playfully.

Sheepishly taking his shirt from him, you put it on, burying your face into its collar. Giyuu’s glad your face is in his shirt — you’d never let him live down the soft delight in his eyes as you sniff endearingly. A quick rearrangement and addition of blankets creates a cozy sort of nest, although Damn. I forgot pillows! Giyuu’s totally okay with his arm losing circulation if you end up using it as your pillow.

“Let’s get some sleep, [y/n]. We’ve got a sunrise to watch in…” he checks his phone, “About four hours.”

Yawning, you slump happily into the blankets, Giyuu mirroring your action, his hand naturally clasping yours. A breath. A heartbeat. Two breaths. Two heartbeats. You glow in summer’s darkness — you glow in every darkness.

“I love you, [y/n],” his heart is in throat.

You’re three quarters asleep.

He swallows, the sound reverberating through to his gut.

She’s asleep. Asleep. Idiot.

Just tell her when you wake. When you wake and watch the sunrise. Together.

You trust her.

You love her.

“I love you, Giyuu.”​

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