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#what the fuck was this about this mf had no business making me feel so many things in the span of two hours
sunraies · 1 year
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hey, absolutely love your work. it’s so mf good🫶
can I request a fic where rafe is absolutely obsessed with kook reader. Like he wants to go everywhere with them and is protective of them. To the point if one of his friends even mentions her he gets mad.
Thank you x
Thank you so much, honey! I hope this is ok. I kind of followed it on from Tear-stained Cheeks. I was thinking of doing more with Bug x
Bug
Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader
Warnings- reader nicknamed Bug, heated kiss (not really smut but a make out moment), fluff
How the nickname Bug came to be and how Rafe wants you to be his. Little does he know you feel the same.
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It was hard for him to get you out of his head. His younger sister's annoying best friend. Expect you weren't annoying in the bratty kind of way. No, you were unbelievably kind, and that annoyed him.
At first it was because of your kindness but then over time it became annoyance at how people teached you because of it.
Rafe first experienced your kindness when you had been playing with Sarah in the garden. You spent most of your days at Tannyhill.
While you and Sarah were happily playing on the grass, looking at bugs and giggling. Rafe was sitting in a tree, having climbed it out of boredom. Topper and Kelce were both busy, leaving him to spend the summer day alone.
"Buzz off," He yelled at a bee that kept buzzing around him before swotting at it and grunting in frustration.
"Rafe," you called up to him after running over to find out what he was yelling at. "If you leave it alone, it won't hurt you!"
"It won't leave me alone!" He yelled and continued hitting at it. "I'm gonna squish it! Die!"
"No!" You yelled up to him, but it was too late.
He squished the little bee against the tree branch, but in return, it strung his hand. Crying out in pain, he lost his balance in the tree and came tumbling to the ground. You were immediately at his side, telling him not to move before running inside, calling for Mr Cameron or Rose.
Later that evening, Rafe returned from the hospital with Rose. His left arm was in a cast and a sad look on his face. You found out from Sarah that Ward had scolded him for being in the tree.
"Here," you said softly, holding out a glass of lemonade to him as he sat on the patio.
"Go away, Bug." He scowled at you, but you sat beside him with your own glass.
"You can call me that." You hummed, "If it makes you feel better."
"Bug, Bug, Bug!" He snapped at you.
When you didn't respond or get upset like he wanted you to. He actually smiled. It was small, but he smiled. "Thanks, Bug."
The nickname Bug just stuck after that. So much so that even people in your friend circles were calling you it. Over the years, no one really knew where in came, and you didn't mind.
After catching you crying over, a fight with Sarah. Rafe vowed to himself to make sure you were happy. His sunshine girl was not allowed to be sad. Not on his watch. So that day after ice cream, he became a little obsessed over he odd fuzzing feeling in his heart you gave him. He didn't want to lose that.
He took you to the beach, the main land, for lunches and dinners. To the arcade or the movies. Anywhere you wished to go, he followed.
Kelce let out a low whistle as he looked over at the doorway. They were sat on the patio of Topper's back garden. With his parents away, it was the Kook party scence for the night.
"Damn, Bug looks fine tonight." His eyes watched as you entered the garden, and Rafe's did the same.
"Shut up," He grumbled at Kelce. He was right, but Rafe hated him talking about you in that way.
"What, man? She's single again." Kelce shrugged, "I can admire beauty."
"I said, shut the fuck up" Rafe warned, leaning forward in his seat, ready to lunge at Kelce if he said another word about you.
That's another problem he'd been having lately, ever since you had broken up with your ex. He felt like he was fighting off vultures left and right. Anytime someone mentioned you, even his closet friends, his anger wanted to bury them six feet under so they couldn't be anywhere near you.
"Yo, Bug!" Topper called out, earning a glare from Rafe. "Come join us"
You flashed him a grateful smile as although you knew pretty much everyone there. You felt a little alone. You normally had your boyfriend, now your ex or Sarah, but after your fight a few weeks ago. She had been spending more and more time with the Pogues. Leaving you to navigate Kook party life by yourself.
"Hi" You stood beside Rafe's chair, holding a solo cup, Top handed you as you joined them.
"Hi." Rafe smiled up at you.
"We were just talking about crushes, Bug." Topper smirked
"Oh, really? Let me go grab another chair." You handed Rafe, your cup, before looking around the garden for one.
Just as you were about to walk away, you felt a gentle tug on your wrist before stumbling into Rafe's lap.
"You can sit here." He smiled at you. "I got you, Bug."
You raised an eyebrow at him before nodding and getting comfortable as Rafe wrapped his arms around you.
"So who's is who's, then?" You asked, sipping your drink.
Topper said a girl named Elena, but you all know he was still in love with Sarah. Kelce said Rosemary, not daring to say you as you were sitting in Rafe's lap. Making it perfectly clear, he wanted you to his friends.
"Well, um," you looked down into your drink. "He's tall, handsome as hell." You described yours making them frown.
"We gave you names!" Kelce protested "that could be a number of people. I'm tall!"
You laughed but felt Rafe tense underneath you. You glanced over your shoulder at him. "What about you? You've been awful quite"
You didn't want to know the answer, but you did at the same time. The time you had been spending together recently had been wonderful, and you just wanted him to be yours but didn't want to ruin whatever friendship you had going.
"No one in particular," Rafe shrugged "Anyway we sound like a bunch of pussys. Enough with the girl talk"
A few laughs, drinks, and smokes later, you were leaning back into Rafe more. Wiggling a little as you laughed at something Topper said.
"Stop." He groaned, stilling your hips
"Wh. What?" You glanced back at him before you felt it. The bulge in his shorts. You gave him a wicked smirk. "Oh, this?" You moved more, gaining another groan before he pulled you closer. Pining you to his chest.
"Stop that," He whispered. "god, baby, you feel what you do to me"
Your cheeks burned a little, but you nodded. "You know, you know it's you. Right?"
"What's me?" He frowned
"Tall and handsome as hell," you whispered before gasping as he kissed your shoulder
"It's you too, Bug," He whispered against your skin. "It's always been you, baby"
His nose brushed against your as you turned your head to face him. His ring finger cupping you jaw. His lips brushed yours gently before you crushed yours against his. You only broke the kiss for a second to move. You straddled his lap as his hands cupped your thighs.
It was a hot, messy kiss, and you tried not to moan as you felt him grow beneath you. Your hands tangled in his hair. No caring who was watching. They would soon learn, you were Rafe Cameron's, and he was yours.
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monsterfuker3000 · 10 months
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A Lesson in Dining Etiquette ₊˚⊹♡
This is technically a part two to Training Room but can totally be read as a standalone! It took me so long to write this I’m so sorry to my little rats. I love sucking dick. You’re all lucky my boyfriend lives far away because if he were any nearer I’d be busy sucking his dick instead of writing.
Warnings: sub-ish!Leon, afab reader, oral (m and f receiving,) cum eating, Leon wants to be a good boy for you so so bad please tell him he’s been good, not proofread we die like men, I’m sure there’s errors and I’m so sorry but I write with my pussy and not my brain. @cherrifunk babe so sorry this took so long please forgive me. I wrote this with RE2 Leon in mind bc he strikes me as a mf that would love to eat pussy but has no idea where to start.
Word count is 2.7k of Leon being my little honey bear pookie pie
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“You want what?”
“Um. . . I’d like lessons, I guess?”
It had been a month since the fateful evening in the training room, and you and Leon were officially dating. In an unexpected twist of events, Leon couldn’t get enough of you after that night. He wanted his cock in you, his hands on your body, his lips and tongue on yours like he needed to fuck you to live. He was needy and whiny, but still impossibly shy. He still had doubts about his own skill, no matter how much you reassured him or reminded him that he made you cum the very first time the two of you had sex together.
Leon’s apprehension paired with his desire to constantly be buried inside you forced you to take the lead most of the time. You’d introduced him to a small handful of positions, but only a couple of them and nothing too crazy. Cowgirl was still his favorite, and he told you that he expected that to stay the case no matter what you showed him.
He’d been especially needy today. The two of you had the day off and decided to make the most of it by going on a date. You’d started the day simple, going to a mall where he promptly dragged you to the bathroom to fuck you from behind as you held on to the sink for dear life, rocking back into his thrusts and cumming down your legs. At the beginning of your relationship, Leon had expressed a worry that he may not be able to keep up with you considering the difference between your experience and his. As you clung to the sink as he rutted into you, you wondered if instead you might be the one to have trouble keeping up with him.
“Fuck, baby, thank you, thank you for letting me fuck you and your pretty pussy, need it all the time, feels so good,” he’d whined, his needy cries contrasting sharply with the way he used his tight grip on your hips to yank you back into each of his thrusts. You were sure that even without the loud moaning from the two of you, just the sharp slap of skin on skin would have still been audible through the bathroom door.
One thing you wished for him was that he would let loose a little. You hadn’t sucked his cock since that first night, and he was terrified of eating you out. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, God did he want to, but he was embarrassed. He still knew very little. He was fairly certain he knew what to do with his fingers, but he wasn’t sure how to translate it to his mouth.
Tonight, however, he had a couple of beers in him with the pizza the two of you were splitting while sitting on your living room floor. He was tired of waiting.
He finished chewing his last bite of pizza, wiping his hands as it caught in his throat a bit. He was nervous, but he had to do this. He cleared his throat and you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye.
“You okay?” you questioned.
“Can I ask you something?” he countered.
You turned to face him head on and nodded.
“I want. . .” He took a deep breath. “I want you to teach me how to eat you out.”
You choked on your own pizza. “You want what?”
His cheeks reddened. “Um. . . I’d like lessons, I guess?”
You choked down your pizza and softly smiled. “I’d love to do that sweetheart.” You leaned in and pressed your lips to his, tasting the beer on him as he whined into your mouth. He grabbed at you a little clumsily, fisting his hands into your shirt. You laughed lightly and took his hands in yours. You felt them tremble in your grasp. “Hey, baby, you okay?” you asked.
He nodded and tried to lean in for another kiss but you leaned away. “Are you sure? You seem nervous.”
His blush deepened, if it was at all possible. “I just don’t want to disappoint you,” he mumbled. You smiled fondly at him.
“I think I know a good way to calm you down, hm?” His eyes widened as you pushed him to move off the floor and sit on the couch.
“But, but I wanted to help you-“
You cut him off, settling on your knees on the floor in front of him between his legs. “Now, honey, what kind of teacher would I be if I didn’t teach the whole curriculum, hm?
He inhaled sharply and seemed to melt into the couch, making you laugh again. You reached for his belt buckle, seeing that he was already hard beneath his jeans (he’d been hard for about a half hour as he wrestled with his own insecurity, but there was no way in hell he was telling you that.) You undid his belt, hearing it clank as you pulled it free, and signaled to him to lift his hips as you pulled his jeans down just under his ass.
You reached into the fly of his boxer briefs, squeezing his cock and making his hiss as he arched his back.
“Fuck, baby, you trying to kill me?” He ran a hand through his pretty blond hair, mussing it up. You laughed, pulling his boxers down to where you’d left his jeans, leaving him fully exposed.
“Now,” you began, trying and failing to keep the mirth from your voice, “my mouth is going to be full for most of this, so this will be more of a demonstration than a lecture, okay?” He nodded, eyes wide, and you laughed again. You took him in your hand again, lowering your head to gently lick the tip of his cock, making his leg twitch. You then let your mouth fall open, sticking out your tongue to take him fully into your mouth, pressing your tongue to his balls.
“Jesus fuck, babe,” he breathed, one of his hands fisting his own hair and the other digging his nails into his own knee. You pulled off of him.
“Now, Lee, what have we talked about?” He knew you wanted him to let loose, but how were you supposed to tell him you didn’t like something if you couldn’t talk? He asked you as much, and your expression softened at his words. He had his cock down your throat and was still more concerned about your comfort. Still so cute.
“How about this? You let loose, and I’ll tap your thigh three times if I need to stop, okay?” He nodded. “Okay baby, how’s this?” You pulled your hair away from your face, taking his hand in yours and wrapping it around your hair so you could have both hands. “I want you to fuck my throat, Lee.”
“Fuck, you sure?” He asked, his cock jumping at your words and his eyes somehow getting even bigger. You nodded, once again taking him into your mouth and wrapping your tongue around the underside of his cock, hollowing your cheeks. He hissed and bucked his hips shallowly into your mouth, and you would have smiled had your mouth not been full.
You alternated between taking him all the way into your mouth and using your hand to stroke what you couldn’t fit comfortably into your mouth to give your throat a break. Leon looked down at you with that lost puppy look in his big blue eyes, tears pricking the corners.
“Please, please, n-need to cum, baby, feels so good.” You weren’t doing him any favors this time; he was going to have to take what he wanted from you. You pulled almost all the way off his cock sucking just the tip and making him whine in frustration, and something finally snapped in him. He gripped your hair harder, pulling it a bit, and used it to slide your mouth all the way down on his cock, gagging you. Finally. He fucked your mouth roughly, making tears gather in your own eyes, the lewd sounds of your choking filing the room. You could feel his cock twitch in your mouth and you knew he was getting close.
“Please, please please please, just a little more baby I promise, need to use your mouth just a little longer, s-so close” he begged even as he fucked your mouth under his own power. His breath caught in his throat and he came, crying out your name.
He pulled you off of him just enough for you to swallow his load but continued shallowly fucking into your mouth until he came down from his high. His breathing began to even out and became less ragged and he seemed to come to his senses, nearly ripping you off his cock by your hair to be met with your tear-stained cheeks and drool-covered chin.
“Fuck, baby I’m so, so sorry, did I hurt you?” You shook your head, even smiling and letting your mouth fall open to show him you’d swallowed his cum, making him blush. He wiped at your tears, still grimacing a bit.
“Well, Lee, if you still feel the need to make it up to me, we can always continue the lesson,” you teased. Leon smiled and nodded, hoping to God you couldn’t tell how sharply his heart rate had spiked. He pulled his pants and boxers back up, silently noting how easy cleanup had been since you had swallowed.
“So,” he began, "how do you want to do this? Would it be better to go to the bedroom?” You shook your head.
“I’ll just take your place on the couch, Lee. Besides, I think you’d look cute on your knees,” you teased. The light blush on his cheeks deepened significantly, making you laugh. He slid off the couch and onto the floor, allowing you to take his place.
He looked like a fucking vision on his knees in front of you; his hair still wild, eyes stil wet, his cheeks pink and his hands trembling. “Beautiful,” you whispered, and he looked up at you almost rapturously.
Coming back to yourself, you slid forward so your ass was right to the edge of the couch, and Leon reached for the waistband of your shorts without missing a beat. He slid them all the way off, throwing them haphazardly to the ground. You hooked a leg over each of his shoulders as he turned back to you, and he nearly did a double-take at your panties.
They were soaked all the way through, sticky with your slick. Did you get this wet just from sucking him off? Poor thing, you were getting him off but you were left to clench around nothing. He’d have to repay the favor. He exhaled shakily, pressing two fingers into the soaked fabric of your panties, making you gasp as he inadvertently pressed into your clit. His eyes flicked up for just a second to assess your reaction, quickly returning to your pussy. He slowly circled your clit through the fabric, the extra friction adding to the sensation. He pulled his hand away and hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties to pull them down, throwing them near your discarded shorts and returning to his original position between your legs.
All at once, he realized he wasn’t sure where to go from here. He hooked his arms around your thighs to rest his hands on the tops of them, and tilted his head at you, reminding you of a puppy. You thought for a moment.
“How about this, hm?” You asked. “I’ll show you a couple of things that feel good for me, and you put them together in a way that feels right to you, okay?” Leon hesitated for a moment, but nodded. How was he supposed to know what felt right?
You knew exactly what was going through his head, and smiled softly. “You’ll know what to do, Lee, it’ll be okay,” you reassured him, running your fingers through that fluffy golden hair. “Now, how about you start by just licking it, hm?”
He nodded, still at a loss for words, but obeyed. He lowered his head, never breaking his gaze from yours, and pressed the flat of his tongue over your pussy, dragging it slowly from bottom to top.
Holy fuck, your taste, the way you moaned and pulled softly at his hair. Leon was certain he could spend the rest of his life between your legs and never want for anything else. He brought his head back up for further instructions, absentmindedly licking his lips.
“Good boy, Lee,” you praised him breathlessly. “Now try sucking on my clit.”
He lowered his head back down, attaching his lips to your clit and sucking gently, making your toes curl.
“Fuck, baby, so good for me,” you moaned, tugging at his hair once more. Leon was fairly certain that if he had a tail, it would be wagging right now. This was going far better than he expected. If you wanted him to take the reins, he was going to fucking take them.
He immediately dove back in, taking you by surprise. He slid his tongue into you, fucking you with it and inadvertently pressing his nose right into your clit. He whined high in his throat when you yanked harder at his hair this time, using it to pull him into you harder.
“Jesus Christ, baby, so fucking good,” you whined. What Leon lacked in finesse he made up for tenfold in enthusiasm. Not done exploring yet, he switched courses.
He moved upwards to alternate between sucking your clit and flicking at it with his tongue, just the way he did with his fingers. You cried out loudly, knowing your neighbors wouldn’t be happy with you but completely unable to care. “F-fingers,” you pleaded weakly, hoping Leon would understand what you wanted.
My God, did he. He took one hand off your leg and slid his middle and ring finger into your pussy, curling them to press against your g-spot. He slid them in and out, never ceasing the attention he was giving your clit at the same time. You choked out that you were close, and Leon flicked his eyes up to yours for just a moment. You could swear that if his mouth hadn’t been full, he would have been smiling.
With a final few thrusts and a particularly hard suck at your clit, Leon pushed you over the edge. You came with a loud cry of his name and squeezed your thighs around his head, grinding against his mouth. He never stopped, and the sensation soon became too much. You used the hand you’d tangled in his hair to pull him away as you winced. He whined as you pulled him back, and God, he looked just as fucked out as you felt with his lips and chin covered in spit and your slick and his cock fully hard again.
He wiped messily at his face with his sleeve, nearly making you laugh as he pleaded with you, “Please, more, just one more.” You shook your head.
“Too sensitive right now, Lee. Maybe a little later, hm?” You bent down to press your lips to his, tasting yourself on him. “You did so good for me baby, I’m so proud of you,” you praised him, watching his eyes light up.
“Really? You liked it?” He questioned, once again reminding you of a puppy seeking validation from his owner. So cute. “When can I do it again?” He asked.
You laughed once again. “Give me some time to recover from that one and we can talk, okay?”
You’d taught Leon the importance of aftercare, and it soon became his favorite part of sex. He ran to the bathroom to wet a washcloth to wipe your slick and his spit off you, helping you back into your clothes afterwards. You laid down on the couch afterward, dragging him down with you so he could lay on top of you and bury his face in your chest. You could tell he was tired. He yawned, nuzzling deeper into your embrace.
“Thank you for teaching me,” he mused, the sentence feeling half finished as he started drifting off. You pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
“Of course Lee, now take a nap for me, hm?”
He nodded, the motion making his hair tickle at your face. “I love you,” he mumbled softly.
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
AND IF YOU AIN’T A HOE GET OUT MY TRAP HOUSE
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bruciemilf · 30 days
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Hii!
I was wondering if you had any n.sfw type of headcanons for Harvey vs Two Face when they're being intimate? 🤭
Because of the Jason Dent AU fic, part of me thinks TwoFace might be a pillow princess for Matches 😅
I mean, I try to assume couples are versatile but was also curious if you felt either would be more or less likely to enjoy something over the other. Or if they'd be pretty much the same in their wants/desires. Hope this makes sense!
Really like your blog. Your post with Batfam Twitter about Harvey breaking out of Arkham to take Bruce out on dates is part of what got me into them 😍🥹
HOOOO. NSFW ahead!!! Minors don’t interact, please and thank you!!
I’m so goddam thirsty for this man. No, — it’s unhealthy. I’m like a feral Resident Evil nightmare that escaped confinement and I’m in need of emergency euthanasia.
In my heart I can’t imagine Harvey or TF bottoming. But it also really depends on!! I could maybe see Harvey, whimpering like a goddam mess, Bruce bounces on his dick like a fucking horny rabbit, and TF snarling, “Fuckin’ wimp.” (He loves it)
One thing’s for sure thought; These mfs are So Nasty.
Two-Face is big on degradation; Bruce’s pleasure is extremely important for him, and while he prioritizes his baby doll getting the best treatment possible, you can catch him shoving Batman on his knees anytime, anywhere.
“C’mon, sweet boy. Use that smart ass mouth for something useful. “
And Bruce can’t ever say no 😔 He has them memorized down to the veins
Also you bet Harvey’s hung as hell. 10 inches. Bruce has higher chances of ending up in the ER after fucking than fighting.
DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY-
I just know for a fact Two-Face always has Bruce on his lap when he’s playing poker.
Either when Bruce is disguised, or just normal. Besides, Brucie Wayne is basically Harvey’s glorified blow up doll. So what if he’s around the room while talking essential business? So what if he’s witness to it?
Black Mask makes that comment exactly once and Harvey paints his brass knuckles red <333 “Tsk. Fucker got blood on my watch.”
God help you if Bruce wears red lipstick around this bastard. They’ll make out so messily. Everywhere. At any time. Cause Harvey’s not stopping until Bruce begs him to let him breathe.
SCAR WORSHIP.
MUTUAL
SCAR WORSHIP
Harvey will call Bruce princes while fucking him doggy style, his belt tightly snaked around his neck. He makes the prettiest noises, punched out moans and tiny little gasps. “Ah, heh— you came? Again? You’re making a mess, sweetheart.”
I genuinely do think rough sex is their go to, but like. Loving rough sex? Nevertheless, when one or both have an off day, when Gotham’s nightshade hand punches just a little too hard, they find sanctuary in each other’s softness.
Sometimes Bruce gets fucked with Harvey between his legs, spread like a last meal on his WE office, his smaller hands sinking in his man’s broad shoulders. And he’ll say nothing except his name, like a mantra.
“Harvey. I love you.”
“I know.”
“Bastard,” Bruce laughs rarely, and when he does, it feels like a prize, “Say it back. Both of you.”
“Tch. Brat. We love you. Happy?”
“Always.”
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pixieknj · 1 year
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🃏‧₊˚checkmate | JHS (18+)
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❀one-shot❀
❥pairing: rockstar!hoseok X backup-dancer!reader // black!reader
❥genre: rockstar AU, angst, smut, some fluff
❥summary: Just some love confessions and hot, steamy s*x in the rain after a concert…
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❥!!warnings!!: slightly rough sex + dirty talk
❥other warnings: semi-public sex, parking garage sex on the hood of a car [sorry not sorry, I am clearly a wh0re for car sex💗], raw sex in the rain [please use protection!], oral [fem & male receiving], face f^cking, creampie, backshots, small daddy kink, some arguing in the dialogue, hoseok feeling himself and having wild concerts, making out, cl¡t piercing, curvy d¡ck, comparing hoseok’s d¡ck to a jack-in-the-box [i love my mind so much😭], some POV switching, they don’t actually say the three big words
❥word count: 4.7k
-song inspo: pandora’s box- jhope [ugh I love how he did the background verse with his grungey voice, this mf is so fucking fineee fuck😭] || say it- tory [ew, but I’ve been listening to this for so long]
-inspo also from the fact that his hobipalooza performance gave me big d¡ck with a curve energy! the curve is important, idc idc!
-author’s note: Ik this is kinda late but I hope it’s worth it and that you enjoy!! 🤍 Didn’t know how else to end it without dragging it so yeah. This is dedicated to @maltate123 who messaged me about their excitement to read this 🥹💗
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Even after an hour-long concert filled with breathtaking rapping and dancing, Hoseok was still pumped after the show, only breathless now because he was too busy sticking his sinister tongue down your throat and rubbing his chrome-painted fingers too far up your skirt.
His other hand sat veiny and heavy like a choker on your neck as he kissed you, tilting your head just right for your lips to fit to his heart-shaped ones, holding you in place on top of the hood of his cherry red Ferrari Portofino.
You knew what he meant when he proposed you to come chill with him instead of heading to the hotel right away, but you weren’t betting on the rockstar to cockily confront you about your little stunt on stage.
It was an accident, you promised yourself.
Right…
Letting Hoseok run his fingers over your exposed torso as you swayed in front of him was an accident.
Letting your hips glue too close together was an accident, along with letting Hoseok guide you on him.
Grinding on the rockstar… was a complete accident.
It wasn’t like anyone could see from the different angles on the big screens that your bare ass was circling all up on his dick print. Right?
And you swore that no one caught Hoseok sticking his tongue out and grinding with you back. So therefore, it didn’t happen.
Yeah. No.
It did. Only half an hour ago. In front of 100k people.
And it had Hoseok blemishing up the side of your neck with bite marks, his thumb idly caressing your inner thigh.
After the days and days of practicing one of his unreleased songs, “Checkmate”, a track that included Hoseok’s grungey rap and silk vocals explaining how to play one’s pieces right when it came to love, the accumulated sexual tension couldn’t make it past the concert. Not with the way he was feeling the vulgar lyrics and your sexy dancing tonight on that stage.
You looked too good in your matching outfit for the segment—sporting a mesh halter top and a black, cargo mini skirt with a rhinestoned belt. Your combat boots added to the fit, and the silver accessories and glitter on your brown skin completed it. Visually appearing as the female personification of J-Hope was on point for “Checkmate”, just like his decision in choosing you to lead dance with him.
So he was over the moon on how amazing you were, not being able to suppress it any longer to make it to the safety of the hotel. The top floor of the parking garage was empty, as it was VIP access only, but the bustling of fans and cars on the street down below reminded you that you were both out in the open. Fortunately, the thunder cackling in the gray, night sky above was hiding the hushed moans and wet kisses enough to not care.
“Jay…” You sighed as he brushed the fluffed kinks and curls of your hair away so that he could nibble the skin beneath your ear. You gripped his distressed shirt, trying to turn your head away so that the blowing wind could cool down your cheeks. The muggy air wasn’t helping. You could feel how much you wanted him to split you open.
So you moved your hands underneath his shirt, skimming along the waistline of his baggy pants and luxury boxers, heading for what you really desired.
Hoseok hissed, pulling back from your neck and resting his forehead on yours as he caught his breath the same. “I thought we were going slow,” he said.
You scoffed and angled your head up. “Is bringing me up here to make-out your definition of going slow, Jay?”
He pouted his duck lips against your nose. “No… Shaking your ass on my dick isn’t going slow either.”
“You touched me first,” you argued back, recounting how he pulled you into him on the stage. “You can’t keep your hands to yourself for shit.”
The rockstar hummed. “Is that your excuse? Unprofessionalism?”
Your brow raised. “For?”
“Acting like we both didn’t say fuck it to the original choreo and dry humped on stage.”
You felt flustered all of a sudden.
“We didn’t dry hump,” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Hoseok grinned. “Sure we didn’t, baby. Kiss me.”
You ignored his sarcastic comment but pulled him closer. Hoseok gracefully slipped his tongue back into your mouth and brought his hands down to your waist. They worked to undo the belt around your hips and push the hem of your skirt up to give him more access.
Then he finally slid his hand between your legs, fingers pressed up against your cunt, you gasping hotly against his mouth.
“W-We’re not going slow, Jay,” you whimpered.
He responded as he started kissing over your shoulder. “You don’t wanna go slow, anyways, baby.”
He was right.
Your fingers flew to the bulge in his Louis Vuitton pants. Heavy and erect, curving up in your palm through the expensive fabric. A lightning strike flashed out the corner of your eye as Hoseok groaned at the sensation.
“Want you on my tongue,” he confessed, making your heart pick up speed.
“Your manager said not to be out here for too long,” you reminded, but the rockstar hiked your legs up to roll your underwear down your thighs and over your combat boots.
You rolled your eyes as he brought the lacy pair to his face for a long inhale before chucking it like a slingshot over the railing of the parking garage. A car honked seconds later. You could imagine that your soiled underwear hit someone’s windshield.
“I think you’re supposed to keep them, dumbass.”
“Why?” he voiced, pushing your legs apart, the cool air breezing against your pussy. Your hands brushed through his growing mullet as he got on his knees on the concreted ground and propped your leg up on his shoulder. “To gag you so that you can shut your fucking mouth?”
Ohh, that’s what you wanted to hear:
The put together artist getting angry at your slick comments enough to push this celibate talking stage to the side. No more acting prude.
“No,” you answered. “So that you can rub your dick with it later. When you think about writing me those late night texts.”
He slapped the back of your thigh, and you bit your mouth shut to suppress a moan. “But you could do a much better job at it than me.”
“Mmm, a blowjob?”
He hummed back in return since he ended up latching his lips to your leg and marking the oiled, brown skin of it. The agreement of reciprocal head made you even more excited. Oral was a green light for you, and you knew the rockstar could give it good, but you wanted nothing more than to have his dick on your tongue instead.
The way it felt curved against you as you swiveled your ass on it on stage had you equally horny. Horny enough to be lenient on your own stupid rule of “taking it slow” with him.
So you leaned back on your palms on the hood of the Ferrari as you offered yourself to Hoseok. Legs spread to their widest with one on his shoulder, ass bare underneath your skirt. His kisses and thigh kneading were making you wetter by the second.
“Ready for me?” He mumbled on your skin, your arousal wafting his nose from the windy weather.
Your heart picked up another beat, and you nodded. You told him “Yes, Jay.”
His fingers made their move and touched your pussy, teasingly surpassing your clit and rubbing your soaked folds down to your entrance. A moan bubbled in the back of your throat as he fondled you slowly, your core igniting like hell for him. He got a louder noise when he slid a finger inside, only to take it away from you and say he wanted to lick you numb first.
He didn’t know how easily possible that was until he reached for your clit. “Oh,” he pulled his hand back a bit, his animated noise of shock making you curious.
“What?”
“That’s a sexy surprise,” he chuckled and yanked you closer by the back of your legs. “Your piercing. You weren’t gonna tell me?”
Your cheeks flamed. You really forget that you have it, and you never thought to bring it up. Honestly, making it this far with Hoseok wasn’t on your mind at all… Situations like these—an artist hanging around a backup dancer too much—sounded like quick flings that wouldn’t play out well in the end. Especially not with a busy person such as Hoseok. But you didn’t mention that self-conscious shit.
“You like it?” you asked.
He pulled away from your thigh just to look at your decorated pussy again. “Yeah,” he licked his lips. “It’s so cute… Wanna lick it…”
You arched your hips towards his face. “I’m not stopping you.”
Thunder crashed in the background as Hoseok pushed your leg further up and brought his pink tongue to your core. It slid between your folds at a hurried pace at first, as if you’d disappear if he didn’t take this chance to sample you quickly. The tip of his muscle slowed as it met your aching nub, his fingers gripping you tight to keep you from moving as he leisurely pressed the jewelry pierced in it side-to-side.
Hoseok alternated between sucking and licking based on how loud you were getting, purposely ignoring the rest of your pussy, only letting his grunts stimulate you in vibrations. Oh, fuck. And he was drooling all over you as he flicked your studded, brown pearl back and forth with his tongue.
“Tastes so good,” he sighed.
“I do?” you whimpered out, dragging your fingers through his curly hair for grip.
“Yeah, like honey… You’re my honey,” he nuzzled closer, his tongue flattening over your hole this time. “So sweet.”
The numbing he was summoning upon your clit from torturing it was painful, but you were so wet and enjoying the extra pinch in pleasure too much to stop him. You couldn’t help but to hold him close and grind against his mouth.
“Gonna cream daddy’s face?” he groaned. His hooked nose was bumping against the jewel in your clit now.
Oh, hell, why would he fucking say that…
“Yes,” you moaned, “—gonna cream daddy’s face.”
But you received just a few more strokes before it all ceased.
Because Hoseok had pulled away.
His grin was evil. Kinda hot, too, because your juices were all over his mouth and chin. “Did you really think I was gonna let you cum? That easily?”
You pushed his shoulders after wiping his mouth with your sleeve, but he caught himself and stood up. “Fuck off. I was getting close.”
“Not close enough,” he jeered and stuck his tongue out again, letting it loll over his bottom lip. You made a whiny noise under your breath and pulled him close by the buckle around his hips.
If he wanted to treat you that way, then okay. Two can play that game.
You slid off the Ferrari and let Hoseok take your spot. But he beat you to your next move by forcing you down on your knees on the grainy concrete. His fingers tangled in your fro as he forcefully brought your face near the tent in his jeans.
He tsked and glared down at you over his nose. “Don’t forget I’m in control here, sweet girl.”
He figured you were going to deny him of an orgasm, too.
“You never were,” you told him.
The sexy smirk was back as he lifted the hem of his baggy shirt to undo the belt and button on his jeans. Hoseok’s dick popped out the zipper, springing free like a jack-in-the-box. And did he appear so heavenly yet devilish looking down on you like that with the lightning in the sky surrounding him.
You bit your lip as you took him in your hand. Fuck. His dick was as pretty and impressive as him.
“I want all of this shit down your throat, baby,” Hoseok said, tilting your head. “Can you handle it?”
You boldly licked up the side of his cock, your eyes fluttering up to his as you grinned. “Yes, daddy.”
You think you’re louder than Hoseok when you taste him again. The veiny skin that met your palate was warm and salty from his sweaty performance. The head was softer but just as heavy and thick on your tongue. You moaned as pre-cum smeared your glossy lips, Hoseok seeming to fawn over how much you were enjoying his cock in your face.
His groan was full of yearning when you tapped it on your cheek. “Oh, don’t play with me, baby… Be nice.”
“Or what?” you whispered before taking him into your mouth. You watched his face as you swallowed him deeper, your body thrumming as he threw his head back and gave you the glorious view of his Adam’s apple bobbing dryly in his throat.
His fucked out expression came darker as he leaned his head back down to look at you with a set jaw. Maybe you should have chosen your two words more wisely... because Hoseok’s dick already in your mouth gave him the leverage to shove it further past your uvula.
He was rough as he held you there and thrusted, your nose pressed to the material of his shirt, your smokey eyeshadow and mascara beginning to run. One hand found his thigh muscle and the other held two fingers in your pussy. You could’ve came from that alone, along with Hoseok’s stuttered cussing.
But he yanked you back moments later and pulled out of your mouth. You greedily chased it, licking it again, opening your mouth wide… Your throat was dying for more.
“Didn’t take you for a cock slut, Miss Let’s-Take-Things-Slow,” Hoseok growled, snatching your hand from your cunt and lifting you up from the ground. Your knees had tiny concrete pebbles sticking painfully to them, but it didn’t compare to how badly you wanted the rockstar between them.
“We… We are taking things slow,” you said.
Hoseok pushed you towards the car, your front facing the windshield, him stepping closer into your space, his labored breath on your neck. You yelped as he forced you down to the hood and pinned you there.
“That’s your favorite word, huh? Slow.”
He pressed himself against your ass to brush your wet folds with his dick. “Is that how you want me to fuck you since that’s how we’re taking things?”
You grumbled “maybe” and took this time to circle your hips on him like you did on stage. What was all the talking for? Couldn’t he put it in and shush now?
Your ass looked delectable rubbing over his shaft, Hoseok guiding you on him again, just without the barrier of clothing. A droplet of rain hit the smooth expanse of your cheek, and Hoseok went ahead and gripped you open to take you before it started pouring.
With fingers pressed to your tailbone, he pushed inside slowly, and your tight warmth greedily sucked him in. His palm slipped to the hood of the car when he made it skin-to-skin with you, the sound of his erratic inhales on your ears. You could barely push him off with your fingertips to his stomach as you moaned, Hoseok moving your hand down to the hood and kissing the discomfort off of your tongue.
He knew he had the dirtiest curve to his cock that was already burning the heat inside of you.
“Fuck!” Your cry echoed against the concrete of the parking garage. The rockstar cussed right along with you as he held you tightly and thrusted. Your body went even more stiff at the intrusion and you gasped.
“Oh, c’mon, baby…” He smirked against your lips, his rigid torso warm on your back. “I know you can take it like this…”
It was that fucking curve that had you stepping into your tippy toes and clawing at the red paint of his luxury car with every drag of his hips. But it stung so good and deliciously scalded that you willingly bended into the arch he was coaxing.
You felt too tight and hot and wet around Hoseok that he didn’t want to be slow about this. It was obvious with how he was ramming into you fast and deep, far enough to feel it in your stomach. You started grinding back, whining at every skim his cock made against your walls and every spank he gave your ass to make it jiggle.
It didn’t matter that Mother Nature was finally beginning to weep. The dreary clouds expelled a steady drizzle that beaded on the curve in your spine and the space where you and Hoseok stood connected as he drilled into you wholeheartedly. If anything, the emergence of the thunderstorm pushed the rockstar to snap his dancer hips harder.
You gazed at him underneath your lashes and bit your lip as you caught his thrusts, Hoseok watching you take it and fuck back onto him, his fingers sliding up to grip your neck and down to rub your pierced clit.
“Gotta take you on tour with me more often,” he growled as he held your eyes. “Fly you out to dance with me on stage… then fuck you into a hotel bed. Shit—do whatever you wanna do in that city, too.”
You moaned when he angled your hips higher on his length, massaged your bundle of sensitive nerves in tighter circles. “Are you saying I could get anything I want with this ass, Jay?”
The rockstar was becoming fucked through. Pussy and ass like this could, “Yeah”, get anything that was wanted from him.
Especially when you could drown him in your essence, wiggle your hips a bit extra to get him to cum quickly behind you before you tapped out. He pulled out swiftly and came on your backside, wanting to fill you up so full but remembered he was already being irresponsible with company rules.
Hoseok greedily watched your orgasm roll down between your legs, wanting to latch his mouth back to that pierced clit of yours and get you to cum again. But the rain was starting to pelt the concrete of the parking garage. And he was supposed to be changing into non-conspicuous clothing for his departure of the festival…
He didn’t have enough time.
“I’ll see you later, yeah?” You said. Hoseok hadn’t even gotten his dick back into his pants before you were pulling your skirt down and reaching for your damp tote bag perched up on the front wheel of the Ferrari.
“________.”
It made you stop in your tracks. But you didn’t want to hear anything that would piss you off.
“Just… Let me get back to the hotel, Jay.”
“No,” he said. “Can we talk about this before you walk away and stop picking up my calls until I need you for a set?”
Ouch. Confrontation.
“What is there to talk about?”
The rockstar unbelievably shook his head at you. “You. Us. Now.”
You scoffed, equally shocked at his words. “After you got to fuck me?”
It renders him speechless for a second as the rain falls quicker. Exactly… Why would he want to talk seriousness right after you became a liability? There was no us, not even with the long FaceTime calls and practice room conversations. Did he think you were going to kiss and tell the world?
The thought of having this fling kept a secret wasn’t an issue to you. He just shouldn’t act so caring of it now when before it was harmless fun.
So you started walking away again, but Hoseok didn’t let you get far. He chased after you, reeling you back by the hold on your arm. “Don’t take it that way. I’ve been struggling to talk to you before this.”
“It’s raining,” you tried to excuse yourself. “We can talk later.”
Hoseok pressed you up against the passenger door of the Ferrari and held you hostage by his hips. You were going to listen one way or another. “We can talk now.”
You dropped your tote bag back down and glared up at him, accepting that you had no choice but to drench in the rain and hear him out. “Fine, Jay.”
He sighed. “Look… I want to be with you outside of the studio and concerts and do all that shit, you know that. But, I’m busy. There hasn’t been any other time to talk about us, so I’m taking it here. You don’t make it any easier by ignoring my calls and only hitting me up to congratulate me on shit I don’t care about.”
You blinked through the raindrops clouding your lashes, ready to counter. “Because I don’t know what you want me to be. A groupie? A friends with benefits? A friend? Your signals are just as mixed. And all of a sudden you wanna clarify it?”
“Yeah, I do want to fucking clarify it,” he gritted his teeth. “This isn’t so I can have my cake and eat it, too. Not how you think. I try, really… But I can’t be in two places at once. I can’t be present for my fans and my music and you the same.”
“I’m not asking you to,” you said.
“No, but that’s the only way you’ll believe the shit coming out of my mouth,” he responded.
You exhaled the breath you didn’t know you had been holding. How had you avoided the elephant in the room for this long to no avail. He could see through your avoidance and passiveness the whole time, and it made you feel exposed. Anxious, despite his words.
“This is useless, Jay.”
The rockstar leaned in closer, his saturated hair beginning to drip down his face. “What makes it useless, ________? I’m being open with you about—this. Do I look like I’m joking or something?”
“No,” you responded. “It’s useless that you’re telling me why and why not. When it isn’t going to change anything. You’re busy and have bigger things to tend to… What is your point?”
Hoseok’s eyes went soft as he answered. “The point is that I’m trying. I’m trying, okay? I’m trying to spend time with you even if it’s over the phone. I’m trying to bring you with me on every leg of this tour. I’m trying—to keep you as near to me as I can without the media or the company in our damn business.”
You watched him, not knowing how to accept his confessions of effort towards whatever you both had going on. You didn’t want to admit that you were partly to blame for his failed attempts, because then you would have to face your humility and it’s effect on your perspective of yourself in Hoseok’s life.
Your deafening silence amongst the storm made him continue.
“Listen to me,” he mumbled, gazing at you. “I really want this. And you. When I’m done touring, I’ll show you.”
You wanted to believe him. But who were you fooling? When did he get real breaks from work? When was he ever not in the studio or on a promotional schedule? He was always busy… even resting up was a scheduled event. You wouldn’t have him for yourself. You weren’t needy, but it didn’t sound realistic in the slightest. You’d only have time for sex, like just then.
You spoke. “Jay, you don’t have to do that. Let’s leave it alone.”
“Us?” He asked, sighing and pressing your wet foreheads together. He didn’t want you to give up.
You nodded. “I was fine with going slow… It doesn’t complicate this.”
“We already complicated it by sneaking around. You want me to act like this didn’t happen?” He questioned. “With all the chemistry we have in the practice room? On stage? We tried to keep it professional. It didn’t stop us from getting here.
“You… don’t have to fight us on this. I’ll take care of it if shit hits the fan. Trust me.”
Hoseok made your heart beat so viscously that your throat burn, so dry that you couldn’t reject his devotion. He was indeed trying. He was being honest and holding out on you. You never doubted him, but you doubted together. Hearing that he didn’t, hurt.
It stung that you pushed him away. You didn’t want to deal with foolish feelings when the rockstar was so much bigger than this fling. You couldn’t blame yourself for stepping back and wanting to protect your peace and heart… But Hoseok had constantly given you his in the few ways you allowed him.
He didn’t view you how you viewed yourself—a moveable piece on his sets for decorative fun—and it ached your mind that you’d been lying to yourself the whole time. He didn’t deserve his passion to be twisted around by your own fragility. He deserved…
“Okay. I… I trust you.”
Your trust. All of it.
No one knew how long Hoseok had been waiting on you to say it, to give that to him. Except you, deep down. But it’s scary, right? What did he really owe back for that trust? He could throw you to the side whenever someone else he clicked with came around. Who were you to him but a badass dance partner or back-up dancer?
“My love,” he whispered shakily. He was still nose-to-nose, hip-to-hip with you. “Say it again.”
You nudged your nose with his as you met his eyes, swallowing your insecurities and doubt.
“I trust you, Jay.”
It seemed that he took a moment to process your words as the meaning flowed through the blood pumping behind his chest. You were putting your faith into him. After dodging this for months and trying to ward off the inevitable.
He had finally gotten you where you needed to be by playing his cards right, his words, his actions. He was going to hold onto that for as long as he could.
It made him grin that you said it aloud. Just for him. Even the thunderstorm wouldn’t let anyone else hear it.
The rockstar rubbed his nose against yours before tilting his head and tilting your chin to kiss you. There was no rush or lust in the way he brushed his mouth with yours. It was romantic, really. The soft sounds of kissing and groaning amidst the raging rain, suffocatingly breathing each other’s unspoken yet understood love in.
Hoseok pulled away briefly to gaze up at the sky, and you looked, too, the raindrops spiraling as they came down and plopped onto his cheeks. He was having a moment—no doubt the rainy night you first met with him privately after practice. Only now, he didn’t have an umbrella to offer to shield your cloud of hair, just the comfort of his quivering lips and his hands encircling your waist.
“One more time,” he said. “I can’t see you alone again until the next stop.”
“Jay—“ You tried to reason with him and how late you both would be getting back, but he was kissing down your neck and reaching for your leg to hoist on his hip. He pressed the excitement in his pants against your bare pussy, and you couldn’t stop yourself from begging him to pull it out.
Hoseok gave you another mind-blowing orgasm with his slower strokes, fingers pinching your pierced clit, and his teeth on your neck as he fucked you, trying to hold you up on his waist while his hand kept slipping on the wet roof of the car. Your orgasms came quicker, but it felt too fucking good to think about consequences in the middle of it.
“Ah, shiiittt,” Hoseok groaned, jaw clenching, rain droplets dripping off his curly hair and onto your face. You hadn’t noticed what was happening until you felt your and his pressure… Yet, you took it, eyes squeezing shut and your nails peeling the skin of his biceps.
The rockstar had lost it for a second. Foolishly risking a pregnancy and his whole career over a nut.
“You’re gonna trap me, honey girl,” he mumbled, his decision immediately irking him. But he honestly wouldn’t mind being trapped by you.
“I’m not like that, Jay,” you sighed out, sucking on the rain on the plump of his lips. “Trust me.”
Hoseok grinned the prettiest smile.
That smile was yours now.
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i need mal to have a mental breakdown so bad it makes me look stupid
this is the part where i beg you to hear me out. listen. mal's been a bit more like himself these last few chapters but his route still feels stilted. i know you know what i'm talking about. every time there is one of those "one of the LIs reacts to you getting hurt or something of the surt" things, mal's is always the most lukewarm, if not outright cold. the passion and personality only really comes out when we kiss. and like, listen, i romance almost exclusively women and POC (usually Black or brown POC) in this app (I'm pretty sure Aerin is the only white male LI I've ever had anything with? lol), so i'm very very used to my LIs of choice having obviously had a lot less thought when their routes were written. but this is different. it feels almost intentional. and his book 1 route wasn't like this, either
and what calls my attention the most is that mal almost never smiles lately. in book 1 smiling was pretty much mal's default sprite. i think mal was smiling, like, 50% of the time he was on screen, if not more, and the other expressions had to share the rest among each other. but in book 2 we go entire chapters without mal smiling once. and if you pay attention he almost never looks angry or sad, either (he never looked sad a lot but he did look angry often enough, i know because i always laugh at his angry face. rip king ily but calm down). he is in his neutral expression sprite 90% of the fucking time. he looks neutral more often than tyril does (although tyril obviously smiles a lot more in book 2 than he did in book 1, it's noticeable. still, though, he's tyril)
and we know that mal used humor and an untouchable persona as a defense mechanism in book 1, it's been said. so it makes sense that mal was smiling all the time; i remember mal felt more real when his face turned neutral, at least to me. and mal keeps making the same jokes as before, so - why is he not smiling?
and like we know that mal is not okay. it's been shown. the self sacrificial tendencies, the overworking himself, the self doubt. it's been said in text. but i think the neutral sprite is the biggest clue here. because a lot of the time, mal is being objectively funny, but his neutral sprite makes his jokes feel flat. mal feels flat. and i think it's because he's trying to cling to his old coping mechanisms - charming, funny personality - but he doesn't have the energy to anymore, because he's changed, because he's exhausted. and he's said that he felt like he was trying to keep the group together on his own, and we know that mal, for all his damn posturing, takes his responsibilities seriously when he accepts them. he learned how to patch a roof at age 6 so wren could sleep better. he paid off her debt before he paid his. he built a fucking orphanage, for fuck's sake. when mal decides that he's gonna do something, he gives it his all, and he refuses to be stopped. he's going to the goddamn thieves guild to help MC. he's been on the run from the guild for fucking years and they never found him despite him being in whitetower. this mf is dedicated
all of that is to say: during this last year, mal wouldn't stop. he refused to stop. going to the garden every day. building the orphanage. keeping tabs on imtura (i'll never shut up about it HE KEPT TABS ON IMTURA). trying to keep the friend group together. taking care of and feeding a bunch of fucking orphans. the only way to keep yourself going with this much responsibility at once is by repressing every fucking feeling hard and not thinking about anything else. which explains the constant neutral face. mal can't feel anything, because he barricaded everything inside himself so he could keep going. the only way he can ever express himself is physically, when he kisses MC, and that's about it. and so he never quite expresses any feeling, even concern for MC, or smiling, or anything, because he's too busy not stopping, because if he stops he'll crumble
so like. for this to have any closure at all. mal has to crumble. i think he's past the point where he can talk about this healthily and avoid a major breakdown. there's too much threatening to burst, and he's too tired. i genuinely cannot see any way for this to be resolved that doesn't involve mal fucking breaking down, and finally acknowledging how much he's hurting. he's gonna have to stop and look at this, and clearly this will only happen once it comes bursting out of him
and i want it, god damn it! i want mal to fucking lose it. i want that catharsis and i want the angst and i want the drama. fuck!!!!
but if there was ever a time for mal to lose his shit, it was chapter 13. i even wrote about it at the time. i mean, he had just been talking with MC about how much he was hurting when they were gone. fixing the roof and talking about how he feels like he's dragging the group down and he's the least important one. and then MC disappeared. again. in the shadow realm. with valax. and he had no idea where they were. and... nothing. nada. "don't do that to me again 😐". so i struggle to imagine what could possibly be worse than that to trigger a breakdown. MC full on dying and ressurrecting nia style? i mean, seriously
and so i'm climbing the walls because if mal has a breakdown? then everything up to this point will have been good writing. the way every scene felt stilted, most jokes fell flat, everyone felt that distance between mal and MC, that shitass "reunion", it will all have been part of his arc and i'll love it and hold it dearly because oh yeah, i fucking love emotional repression for the sake of self sacrifice, sign me the fuck up. but if not then i don't see how any of this can be part of a coherent arc, and so it'll just have. sucked. after his route in book 1 being so good and satisfying they just, what, gave up? lost their groove the first few chapters and then regained it later but never really addressed it? i don't know, man. i really hope whatever's coming is good but i'm used to choices letting me down, so
this post doesn't have a beautiful conclusion or anything i'm just kinda anxious and frustrated. this is why i hate reading things that aren't finished. god damn it
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I wrote this bc I was feeling impulsive. I’m sorry if this sucks lmaoooo
Adam & Lawrence with a goth girlfriend
Adam:
This guy listened to industrial music in Saw I and even had friends in bands who were doing shows, since he likes industrial music and punk most likely he definitely would be stoked that you’re goth. Not in an objectifying way, he genuinely loves the goth music like the Cure, Joy Division, hell he probably heard some Christian Death and Type O Negative songs. Maybe Strawberry Switchblade.
How does the fact of you being goth pop up? If you met in a record store and you were either super trad goth with your pikes and teased hair he would be over the moon that goths still existed in town. He’d be a bit nervous and awkward but we love that.
You guys consequently exchange numbers, and you thought he was a sweet guy so you ask for his. He never gave you the ick. Matter of fact you found him cute and wholesome almost immediately.
You call him almost week later after being busy with work since you went to the record store on a Sunday. And he tries so hard to not fanboy. “Pretty goth actually called me back omgomgomgomg” he internally screams. You guys agree to meet up at a new record store opposite of town.
He would play random shit in his car or yours with cds, or the radio, and somehow that one Sisters of Mercy song pops up. Can you guess what it is?
He’s gonna mutter “She’s Lost Control” by Joy Division because one day it just starts playing in his head. You could be anywhere. The park, the mall, Lawrence’s house. You just find it adorable.
Honestly no other person has really supported your goth side, much less accepted it. Adam isn’t goth but he at least respects the subculture and doesn’t call you weird fetishy names.
He definitely raves about you to all his friends, including Lawrence, who was never goth but has been alive when goth music was at its beginning. Lawrence knows probably one or two Soft Cell songs and would bring them up if he was with you both.
If you’re a musician or are friends with a goth musician he will definitely create flyers and take concert pics. You as a musician he will take pics for your album covers. He refuses to not do it for free because his reward is that you’re his muse.
If you’re going to goth night he would want you to goth him up. Put white foundation on him and the grey contour!! Put eyeliner on his waterline!! Tease his hair!!
When you start dating, he will definitely bring stuff from antique stores. He goes thrifting a lot, he somehow finds an obscure Rosetta Stone cassette tape. Or a grey rosary for you to wear.
Lawrence
Forgive me if I get this wrong but wasn’t he like in his 20s during the 80s during the prime goth time? He’s heard of goths but lowkey meshes their label with new wave listeners.
He divorced his wife and was estranged from her and their daughter so things have been going downhill
Until you guys somehow bump into each other…at a hardware store
You want to paint your new room. You don’t immediately know why Lawrence is there.
You make eye contact and you smile. He doesn’t smile back immediately but you drop something three aisles down and he picks it up for you because he happened to be looking for the same thing. You panic a little because he has a cane. He turns out fine.
You thank him, ask if he’s okay, and say you like his tie, which has a silver iridescent color. He says he’s fine, and that you have an interesting new wave hair style 😂 you’re goth, not necessarily new wave. You thank him anyway.
You ask a staff member if this store has the brand of steel cleaning solution you’re looking for, and they say no. Lawrence starts telling you he think he saw it at a neighboring convenience store. You thank him and wink. Flirty mf. Then you ask his name.
Mans really says his full name.
Oh Lord, you have a crush on this man.
How are you gonna find him? Fuck, you don’t even know him. But you find out he’s an ONCOLOGIST when you mention to your metal head friend that he said his full name. FULL NAME.
Your friend teases you hella.
Said friend has an anesthesia appointment at where Lawrence works unbeknownst to you both and you’re their ride home. You dropped one of your keys, your house key. Fuck. You have to go back and you realize you lost the key drive 5 minutes into dropping off your friend. As soon as you’re back and you scavenge the parking garage for the facility, thankfully locating your key, Lawrence’s shift is over. He looks tired as he walks with his cane. and you spot him exiting the backdoor. But you call his name and he perks up. You’re not looking as goth today, but he still recognizes you and he smiles and says your name.
He asks what you’re doing here, and you say coyly that you dropped your key and that the ring that hangs all the keys was not sturdy enough. He nods and doesn’t break a smile or laugh, or frown. He just tells you to be careful.
Okay you know what, you ask him out for coffee and his number because YOLO. There’s no Instagram or Snapchat so how else would you guys keep in touch??
He says yes????????? You honestly thought he’d decline because…idk. People either find goth girls weird or hot. Sometimes both…for the most wrong reasons.
You call him and ask his day off, which are always Saturdays and Sundays. He insists on picking you up. You kinda hoped you could girlboss and drive him. Maybe next time ;) you tease your hair that day so he will make the new wave comment.
He does. “New wave today once again (Name).” You chuckle and ask what bands he likes.
He mentions Duran Duran and Soft Cell, but that’s about it. Then you go off on your goth side.
I feel like he is more of a jazz and classical piano music guy. I don’t know why. But you haven’t even listened to those genres much until now, and you make him remember a Siouxsie and the Banshees song, probably Spellbound? Now he buys their whole album. And you are now dabbling in jazz and classical piano. It’d be funny if you were a deathrocker, it would be a cute opposite to his Chopin collection.
I’ll write for other characters, feel free to suggest any
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hELLO I should be asleep so I’m not a complete gremlin at work tomorrow but I had a thought and I know you’re awake
You know the stereotype of writers doing their thing at coffee shops? I don’t like coffee so if there’s no tea I’m not going but usually I have water and a snack anyway and I end up at the library or my favorite rotary sushi place. But WHAT IF
You try writing at the Beef and our very thoughtful mf Richie offers you coffee but you’re like “oh I’m more of a tea drinker but thank you” and NEXT DAY you’re writing and he brings you a cup of hot water and you’re like ??? and he just slides a variety pack of tea bags across to you bc “I didn’t know what kind you’d like”
I am in pieces and if this man doesn’t show up in my dreams tonight I’m going to fight
Mia - how very dare you - dropping into my inbox at 6am with these thoughts!! You of all people should know I have The Angst to be getting along with (shhh no-one mention my actual job..) I have very strong feelings about The Tea Scenario. I hate coffee but have thus far refrained from making anyone drink tea in my lil stories* lest I get accused of being too British (you're already putting up with too many 'u's and too few 'z's).. Well no longer. Tea lovers unite. Let's make Richie drink tea. *Actually, there was chamomile tea in 'Dark', but that doesn't count because that shit is disgusting. No warnings needed. Approx 1.5k.
Today was going to be a productive day. You could feel it. Laptop and notebook tucked into your bag, your fingers were itching to get typing. Scarf wrapped around you to keep out the fall chill, you round the corner on the way to your favourite writing spot. Not everyone would associate sushi with writing, but it was quiet either side of the lunch rush, and at the busy moments you enjoyed the bustle of people grabbing their favourites, the unguarded lunch break conversations between colleagues, the gossip of a dozen different offices. And where else could you fuel your creativity with endless maki rolls?
Fuck. ‘Closed for maintenance’. Through the window you see workmen on ladders, wires hanging down from the ceiling panels. No maki rolls today. You feel the dream of productivity slipping away. If you turn to go home, you know you’ll get nothing done, so you keep walking. You’d not really explored beyond the sushi place, maybe you’d find a new favourite spot.
Fifteen minutes later and you’ve rejected three soulless coffee shops and are close to giving up, when you spot a sandwich shop down the block – The Original Beef of Chicagoland. Not the sort of place you would usually go for, but even if it’s no good for writing, you are pretty hungry. Fuck it, you head inside.
...
The guy serving is in the middle of a very animated anecdote – “and then – no, you’re not gonna fuckin believe it – then she said...” – but he breaks off as you approach the counter.
“Sorry, sweetheart, what can I get you?”
Sweetheart. Ordinarily that would piss you off, but there’s something in the away the amusement at his own story still plays across his face that makes it hard to be mad. You place your order and wait at the counter as the guy launches back into his story..
“Yeah.. fuck... Where was I? --- then she said ‘if I ever see you around here again I’m gonna – Hey?”
It takes you a second to register that he’s talking to you.
“Yo.. you can sit down. I’ll bring it over..”
...
As you settle into a corner table, you’re more than a little disappointed that you are missing out on the finer details of the story that you can still hear being played out at the counter – ‘motherfucker’ and something about ‘fuckin washin'' someone is about all you make out.
By the time he appears with your sandwich, you’ve set up your laptop and pulled up your notes.
He sets your meal down and you thank him, but you can feel him lingering at your shoulder. You look up at him, try to set your face into its best ‘leave me alone’ expression, but either you fail, or he is completely oblivious. Possibly both.
“You a writer?”
“I’m trying to be..”
“Looks good..” he’s reading your screen over your shoulder, and you close your laptop defensively.
“Sorry.. sorry..” he holds up his hands, “you don’t gotta do that, I’ll leave you alone.”
He heads back to the counter, but stops halfway and turns back to you, “dragons are fuckin cool though.”
You smile despite yourself.
...
The sandwich is really good, and somehow despite – or maybe because of – the noise and air of chaos, you make great progress with your chapter. The guy makes good on his promise and does leave you alone for a couple of hours. You find yourself watching him though, when you’re struggling for the right word, searching for inspiration, and he smiles when he catches your eye.
You’re deep into a knotty bit of dialogue when he appears at your shoulder again.
“You want a coffee?”
“Do you even do coffee here?”
“Uhhh no, but I was gonna make one for myself, and you’ve been here a while, so..”
“Ummm -- I’m more of a tea person, but thanks anyway.”
He nods thoughtfully and heads into the kitchen.
...
The sun is going down when you eventually pack up your things. You look for him to say goodbye, and find yourself strangely disappointed when he seems to have left. You head out onto the sidewalk and pause for a second to fix your scarf.
“How’d the writin go?”
You can’t help the smile that breaks across your face, he’s leant against the wall, leather jacket over his shoulders, smoking a cigarette.
“Good actually.”
“Yeah? Well you should come back again..”
“Hmm.. I think I might.”
...
The next day, if anyone had asked you, you’d have said you were hoping the sushi place was open again. You wouldn’t have said that you’d thought about sandwich shop guy a lot more than was entirely reasonable, and you certainly wouldn’t have said that you were hoping the sushi place was still closed to give you an excuse to go back to The Beef.
Rounding the corner you see the sushi place is... open. Hmph. You loiter outside for a moment, watch the sushi go round on its little conveyor belt. Your usual table is free, but your heart sinks at the prospect. Taking a deep breath, you hoist your bag onto your shoulder and carry on down the street.
...
It’s busy at the counter, a crowd of regulars talking over each other, good-natured and increasingly loud. You wait patiently for your turn, and he doesn’t spot you until you reach the front of the line.
“You came back..” he seems pleased to see you and you feel something flip in your chest.
“Well it’s just so..” you raise your voice to be heard over the din, “it’s just so peaceful. Perfect for writing y’know..”
That makes him laugh, and he fixes you with a look, “same as yesterday?”
You nod.
“Go.. sit.”
...
A short while later he brings your order over, hesitates a little after setting it down.
“If you uhhh.. need anything,” his hand rests against your upper arm for a moment, “you just let me know.. and uhh I can get those guys to shut up,” he gestures to the men at the counter, “f’you need..”
“Thanks..” your cheeks feel warm. “but s’okay. I like the background noise..”
He nods, “is it more dragons today?” He looks at your laptop.
“I’m not giving you any spoilers..”
He pouts a little, a frown creasing his brow.
“.. but maybe.”
That seems to satisfy him and he heads back to the counter. He leaves you alone to eat and write, but every time you look over he seems to be looking right back. It makes you feel a little fuzzy inside.
...
It’s mid-afternoon when he appears again, he’s got two mugs and he sets one down in front of you, and one by the seat opposite before disappearing into the kitchen again.
You peer into the mug. It’s hot water. What the fuck?
He jogs out of the kitchen again, hands you a box and takes the seat opposite.
“You got me teabags?”
“Didn’t know which you’d like so..”
“Oh well..” you rifle through the varieties, “it’s got to be English breakfast.”
You dunk the bag into your water. He holds out his hand and you pass the box over. He takes the same type, and copies your actions, dunking it into his mug.
“Now what?”
“Umm you’ve got to wait a minute. You can stir it though, helps it brew..”
“Right.. I’ll get you a spoon..” he stands.
“and umm have you got milk?”
“Milk? Right.”
He reappears with two spoons and a third mug of milk.
“Okay so you want to squeeze the bag..”
“Shit.. s’hot.”
“Not with your fingers! That’s what the spoon’s for..”
He watches you fish out the bag and squeeze it against the side of your mug, then copies you.
“Then a little milk.” You tip some carefully into your mug. “that’s how I like it anyway..”
“Alright..” he sounds sceptical, but does it anyway.
“Et voila! One cup of tea.” You take a sip. “Mmm...It’s really good. Thank you.”
You watch him take a drink from him own mug and try not to laugh as clear disgust washes over his face.
“It’s uhh..” he sets the mug down a little further away from him, “yeah.. it’s good.. think I’ll stick to coffee though. You can keep the rest of the box.” He pushes it across the table to you.
You smile, take another drink of your tea, “That’s really kind of you..” you look at him expectantly.
“Oh uh, Richie.”
“That’s really kind of you, Richie.” You lean toward him over the table, “but I think I’ll leave them here.”
“Oh yeah?” he leans toward you too.
“Yeah.. then you can make me tea every time I come in, lord knows you need the practice.”
“Hey, fuck you..” he reaches out and takes the box of remaining teabags from you, his fingers brush against yours as he does it, linger  there a little longer than is strictly necessary. “I think I’d like that though. F’you come in more I mean.”
“I’d like that too.. now, you want to hear some spoilers?”
“Fuck, yes.”
...
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CRY BABY ➜ HAIKYUU
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How the haikyuu boys comfort you when you’re crying! (gn!reader)
feat — Hajime Iwaizumi, Oikawa Tooru, Kuroo Tetsuro, and Sugawara Koshi
w.c: 5+ (i have no self control)
☾ content: an unnecessary amount of suggestive innuendos (not 18+ material but read at your own discretion nonetheless), mentions of insecurities, fluff, comfort and weed.
☾ note: i finally posted something and the fact that I rewrote this seventeen times is laughable (for reference, I started this on February the 19th) lmaoooo anyway—don’t be a stranger, reach out and tell me what you thought or request something! i love feedback! <3 
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An absolute menace. If this man ever finds you crying, he will fight everyone and anyone within a six foot radius of you, regardless of it being their fault or not.
Kuroo is the kind of man that would smother you to the point where you are sick of him.
He’d be constantly checking in on you; making sure you’re eating right and staying hydrated (If he catches you munching on a bag of Cheetos and a half empty can of sprite, he’s cooking you a five course meal).
Don’t be surprised when his tall, lanky, body flails down the stairs in an attempt to make you laugh. When you ask him about it, he’ll tell you that his pain is worth your smile 😭 But then you’ll hit him for being a dumbass 🗿
His well-toned arms would wrap around your waist as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear; cute things like, “it’s okay baby, I know,” or “I’m here.”
Absolutely refuses to leave your side. You need to pee? He’s coming with you. There’s someone at the door? They can come back later. You need to go to work? No you don’t.
Once you finally calm down, he’ll ask you what was wrong with extreme caution. He tries not to push it—even though he desperately want to know what happened—so he’ll slyly slip in subtle questions every now and then to gain a better understanding of the situation.
In the end, he’ll ruin whatever soft moment you two had by making really bad puns and dad jokes.
If he’s in the middle of work and finds out you’re crying, this man is running out of wherever he is to come home to you. And when he’s overseas, he’s already hovering his thumb over the call button under your contact (which is so cutely named “doriyaki💔” based solely on the fact that you accidentally ate his when you two were dating. Thirteen years ago…in middle school. Mf never forgot.)
The type to bring you roses and takeout after work 💜
Sends you wholesome messages throughout the day, even if you’re in the same room:
K: Ik I tell you everyday but you’re my other half and I love you with my entire heart ♡ ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و
Y: tetsu, you’re literally sitting right beside me—
K: I know
K: I just wanted to remind you ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚
Does that really attractive thing where he gently rubs his thumb over your knuckles while you’re talking.
Coddles you like a child; won’t let you do ANYTHING without his supervision or approval.
He won’t typically cry when you’re sad but if he feels like it was his fault, he’s fucking crumbling. He can’t handle knowing he was the reason and would do anything to make up for it. Even if it means prancing around in that maid dress you bought him last year 🥲
He’ll offer you his weed pen and, if you’re lucky, you two will hot box in his car before hitting the nearest beach. The smell of the salty ocean air and indica filling your nose while Kuroo’s arms wrap around your waist is enough to make you forget about all your problems. And the way he looks into your eyes—dear god. The amount of love and adoration swirling in those dark pools of his has your heart hammering. How could you possibly cry when he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world??
If you tell him you look ugly from all the crying, he’s cupping your face in his hands and telling you you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen and kissing you until you admit it.
Kuroo is a business man but he’s also incredibly family oriented and romantic. If he’s really busy and can’t immediately come to your aid, he’s decorating your entire living room later that night. The walls are decked out with blinking Christmas lights and the table littered with your favorite dishes, all ranging from sweet to spicy entrees and desserts. The first thing you notice isn’t the gorgeous decor of your otherwise plain apartment, it’s the dashingly handsome man kneeling in the doorway. In his gloved hands is a bouquet of flowers and in the other a glass of wine, smiling as if to say, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there before but I’m here now.”
His body has to be touching yours. Whether it be his hands on your neck or his legs on your thighs, there has got to be some sort of body heat between the two of you, not that you minded of course.
He’ll also make you a nice up of tea or coffee and offer you a warm blanket for cuddles. If you choose to take him up on his offer, he’s quick to kiss away your tears and burry your head in his chest. Nothing’s more important to him than these moments where he can be your comfort; your rock.
And as much as he hates seeing you cry…there’s something about that vulnerability that makes him feel one with you. Well, that and when he’s literally one with you but yk—
Just an overall sweetheart when he finds you crying to yourself.
“Listen to my heartbeat, love. You hear that? Yeah, that’s the sound of me having a heart attack—don’t ever scare me like that again...you okay now?”
Overall a solid 8.5/10, he’s an amazing cuddle buddy and doesn’t invalidate your feelings but he can’t help but tease you too. It’s nothing major but little condescending jokes here and there end up pissing you off and leaves him in the dog house 🥲
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His very first instinct is to find out what happened.
The second is to stop you from crying—as much as he loves seeing your tears in the bedroom—he can’t stand to see them when you’re upset. It breaks his heart :((
He’d rather see you cry on his cock :(((
He so desperately wants to cry alongside you but he’s too afraid to reveal his vulnerability so he scrunches up his face and hides in your shoulder to conceal his tears. He’ll 100% deny it too if you bring it up.
Actually a huge sweetheart when it comes down to it. He’s tending to your every need, treating you like royalty and even cooking for you!
He would let you do whatever you want. Unlike Tetsuro, Tooru is the kind of comforter that encourages you to do whatever you want to make yourself feel better. Hell, he’ll even join you if you let him. Even if there’s something he’s not particularly fond of, he’s putting his distaste aside and doing it for you 💜
The kind of person to reenact the entire Romeo and Juliet play in the middle of the living room by HIMSELF—or with Iwaizumi—just to make you laugh.
Endless teasing. It doesn’t matter if you’re crying about something serious or something stupid, this dumbass would say the most out of pocket things at the WORST times, sometimes without meaning too.
Would let you braid his hair and do his makeup if you promised not to show anyone. But when he’s not looking, you’d sneakily send filtered pictures to the Argentina group chat.
@OfficialY/N: [[attached an image: 5]]
@OfficialY/N: my boyfriend looks so pretty :)
@TheBestRomero: lmaooooo posting this rn
@OfficialY/N: I—
‘@TheBestRomero tagged @MilkBread and @OfficialY/N in a post!’
@TheBestRomero: Never looked better @MilkBread! Everyone, thank @OfficalY/N for the photo ;)
@OfficialY/N: 🗿
“Y/NNNNNN!!!”
“Shit.”
His own insecurities fuel him. He puts himself down a lot, saying he doesn’t deserve someone like you and often spends his nights away from you crying about it. Instead of going out to celebrate his win with his teammates, he coupes himself up in his hotel room and makes silly little edits of you that no one will ever see. He understands how you feel, more than you ever would know, but he’d never openly confess it. Instead, he uses his insecurities to comfort you. No one could make you feel as warm as he does even if they tried.
Thinks it’s all his fault so he often apologizes on his behalf even if it has nothing to do with him.
This man lives in constant fear that one day you’ll just up and leave him—just like in his last relationship—so he lives everyday reminding you just how much he loves you.
Scatters random love letters and post-it notes around your shared apartment, his favorites being, “I love you my little milk-bread stealer” and “remember when we shared a kiss at the altar? me either, let’s make that memory together :)”
Sends you gifts from his travels. As cliché and romanticized as it is, he’ll write you post cards from wherever he is because sometimes a simple text isn’t enough.
Shyly suggests to take you out on a date to make you feel better. He feels the most vulnerable here so if you decide to tease him a little bit he’s pouting for the rest of the night. It’s 100% worth it though to see this gorgeous man’s plump lips puffed out as he brattily glares at you through his thick eyelashes 😩
If someone hurt you, Oikawa is immediately all over it. He isn’t extremely violent, nor has he ever been, but when it comes to you he’s willing to throw hands with just about anyone. However, if it’s a body builder three times his size, he’ll most likely call up Daichi and Iwaizumi to help him 😅
Checks in on you every so often. Since his job has him overseas a lot, he’s hardly home but he always makes the effort. He catches wind that you’re crying while he’s in Peru? He’s FaceTiming you almost immediately, no matter where he is or what he’s doing. Once he even FaceTimed you in the middle of a preliminary match.
(^We all know that oikawa was single because his ex-girlfriend said he spent too much time playing volleyball so I think he’s extra cautious about his time because he’s so scared that you—the absolute love of his life—is bound to leave him for the same reason. You wouldn’t, of course, but he’s mindful of it regardless 😭)
Hesitantly lays you on his lap, moving slowly to make sure you’re comfortable. If you make no effort to move away, he’ll lean into your touch and rub soothing circles on your shoulders:
Oikawa’s movements are silent. He’s gently pulling the collar of your oversized shirt passed your shoulders and gently pressing his lips against your neck. His kisses are soft, eagerly trying to cover every inch of your skin as you let out shaky sobs.
“It’s okay, beautiful,” he cooes, nuzzling his nose into your hair as his hands run up and down your sides, “I’m here for you. Everything will be alright now, I promise.”
Would definitely stick his tongue out cutely at you, threatening to kitten lick your tears away unless you stop crying. He probably wouldn’t do that because that’s kind of gross but it makes you laugh anyway.
Constant reassurance. He would tell you all the right things to make you feel loved and secure in his warm arms 💕
Posts “my s/o is sad so i am too :(” on his Instagram with a picture of you crying in his lap. Your face isn’t shown in the picture but the way you buried your face into his torso easily gave you away.
^ You’re beating his ass after that.
Depending on how bad you’re crying, Oikawa will either gently hold you in his arms with his fingers gliding through your hair or he’s silently listening to you rant. He might not have the answer to everything but he sure as hell is good at giving advice and listening. He’ll give you everything you need and more.
He even wears the cologne you love so that you can smell it when you cuddle him to sleep.
If he’s home pray to god for mercy 😭 he’s not letting you out of his sight, let alone out of his arms. Much like Kuroo, he has to be touching you. Doesn’t matter where or how, physical contact is an absolute must for you two (it’s his primary love language).
Let’s be honest, this cocky mother fucker would use this as an opportunity to turn you on. Like I said, he loves seeing you cry in the bedroom so once he sees your red eyes, tear-stained cheeks and smudged eyeliner, all blood rushes to his head. He gets so dizzy he physically can’t think of anything else. Once he feels that you’re starting to feel a little better, he’s jumping into action. His hands are snaking from your waist to the inside of your thighs, gently kneading your skin as his hot breath tickles the back of your neck.
“You look so fucking gorgeous when you cry, precious…I wanna see more. What do you say? Will you let me take care of you?”
^🦋🦋🦋
Would 100% send you pictures of cute dogs and himself
If you’re wearing makeup that gets ruined after you’re crying, he’ll touch it up for you as best as he can and if you’re being honest it’s better than what you normally do.
Tries to make you brownies but quickly remembers he doesn’t know how to bake for shit and nearly burns down your kitchen ☺️
Willingly gives you his milk bread in hopes of cheering you up
The kind of man to head to a bakery or flower shop before seeing you, getting you only the best things he could possibly find.
He’s a pretty good listener and would make connections to his own life to let you know that you’re not alone <3
“Please don’t cry, baby, what’s wrong? Want me to run to the store and get you something?”
5.5/10. He’s just too much of a drama queen to handle the situation 100% seriously
Overall an 8/10. He knows when to be serious so when you’re crying about something important, you better believe he’s going to be all over it. There wouldn’t be an ounce of joking or teasing in his voice until he sees a smile on that beautiful face of yours <3 (but then right after he’s back to calling you a crybaby 🗿)
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Immediately panics, no matter how big or small the issue is. He doesn’t even have the gall to hide it, he practically has a mental breakdown in the middle of the living room and asks you what happened and if he needs to get the cops involved. (Sure on the court Suga was the best at keeping everyone calm but what happens when he can’t be calm? All hell breaks loose 💀)
Once he gets over his initial shock, he’s quick to react. He’ll do subtle sweet things like running you a warm bath with aroma therapy or giving you massages with essential oils—anything to keep your mind and body at ease 💕
More times than not, during your bath, he’ll pull up a chair and start scrubbing shampoo into your hair. Even though he’s not a masseuse, he might’ve been in his past life with how perfect his technique is 😩
The kind of man that would make you homemade pastries when you’re sad. Just imagine crying your eyes out in a dimly lit bedroom and Suga comes in with a dopey smile on his face and a plate full of apple flavored cream puffs. What’s better than that??
Would give you one of his hoodies since he knows you love the smell of his vanilla and citrus shampoo.
Professionally sings the song, “under the sea,” from The Little Mermaid. He’ll encourage you to sing with him and if you do, Suga’s heart swells. Doesn’t matter if your voice cracks or if you can’t sing, he just loves the fact you’re trying. (If anyone gets the reference—you’re hot.)
Wouldn’t hesitate to call Daichi if he suspects someone has been harassing you in any way, shape or form:
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“Y/N’s crying.”
“Huh?”
“Y/N is crying.”
“Who is—hold on. Is this Sugawara-san?”
“Yeah.”
A sigh could be heard on the other side of the phone.
“…just a minute, I’ll send you over to Daichi-san.”
“Thank you.”
Click.
“Hello?”
“Daichi, Y/N’s crying.”
“…I told you not to call me at work, Suga—”
“But it’s important! I think someone is harassing them! They came home from work and wouldn’t stop crying! I think it has something to do with that bastard Kumura from sales!”
“….the one with the boat?”
“The one with five.”
“Shit,” a lot of rustling and the jangling of keys could be heard, “ETA 10.”
ETA: Estimated Time of Arrival
Makes you rest in bed for days. You developed a small headache from the crying and as soon as you mentioned it to your fiancé, he was immediately treating you like a sick child incapable of taking care of themselves.
Constantly uses pet names like it’s a mantra, so much to the point where you think he might have forgotten your real name.
He’ll even hit up the pretty setter squad to support you. They’ll all make sure you are laughing and smiling in no time! However, if he notices a certain blonde setter getting a little too close to what’s rightfully his, he won’t hesitate to grab you by the waist and establish his boundaries:
“Ooh, a new outfit,” Atsumu hums, gently running his fingers past the light blue material of your shirt, making you jump slightly in surprise. He chuckles, tilting his head to the side and grins cheekily, “hehe sorry, honey. Ya just look real pretty.”
You turn around and take notice of his lingering gaze on your body, making you shake your head and offer him a goofy smile. You were used to the twins’ blatant advances toward you, knowing full well he enjoyed teasing you any chance he got—especially if he found out you were feeling down. In a strange way, it was his way of comforting you.
“Hey ‘sumu,” you laugh sheepishly, taking a small step back from the flirtatious setter’s advances only for him to close the gap again, “how’ve you been?”
“Better now. I finally get to see ya, precious.”
Strike one.
“Precious? Well that’s a new one,” you snort, crossing your arms and keeping your eyes level with his, “where’s your brother?”
Atsumu’s eyes wander from your eyes to your slightly exposed chest right down to your thighs.
Strike two.
“He’s in tha back gettin’ firewood. Wanna go ‘round and see what trouble we can find, sweetheart?”
Strike three.
Suga wastes no time in pushing past his old orange-haired kohai and stalking up to the two of you, having seen the entire interaction before it even began. The blonde setter feels a sudden rush of cold air cascade down his spine but chooses to ignore it, big mistake. Not even a second later, the source of his discomfort is standing right in front of him, grabbing you by the waist and quickly pressing his lips against yours. You jolt, feeling Suga’s tongue prod against your lips as he stares right at you, as if to say, “keep your eyes only on me.”
Yeah, Atsumu left soon after lmao (forgive me—idk how to write the way atsumu talks 😭😂)
Being as artistic and crafty as he is, he attempts to paint a portrait of you. Initially, he was saving it for your anniversary but once he sees the crocodile tears streaming down your face, he decides to give it to you early.
Magic hands. It doesn’t matter where this man touches you, if his hands are anywhere near your body, expect a massage that’ll have you drooling. There’s just something about his soft yet firm touch that makes you fold. It doesn’t help that he knows all the places that make you squirm either.
Would cover your face in cute stickers for no real reason at all. You don’t have kids but because of Koshi’s job as an elementary school teacher, he’ll always have at least a pocketful of cute stickers his kids give him.
Gently pokes you on the side of your stomach, chanting, “negativity begone!”
Says things to himself as if you aren’t in the room. He’ll up and say, “I really wish that my amazing partner was happy! What could I, their oh-so-amazing fiancé, do in this a dire situation!” Which usually ends up with you giggling into his chest.
Makes you tea, coffee, or hot cocoa depending on your preference but is always so extra about it. Your tea would have honey and lemon served with a lemon bar, your coffee would have latte art severed with a slice of toffee cake and your hot cocoa would have marshmallows served with a s’more 💕
Just lays with you until you decide to speak. He’s really considerate of other people’s feelings, especially yours, so he would embrace you in his arms and waits until you’re ready to talk.
Gets his entire elementary class to do something for you. The next day after you’re crying, he’ll tell his kids that you’re not feeling well so he wants them to make something nice for you during arts and crafts time. Expect plenty of cute little hand-drawn cards, necklaces, and macaroni art.
Constant videos of him interacting with the kids. He’ll be dancing with one of the girls, playing catch with one of the boys or even singing with the whole class. It’s the cutest thing ever to see him messing around with them 😭
Just a super considerate sweetheart who holds you on a pedestal.
“Take as long as you need, honey, I’m not going anywhere.”
1000000000/10. I don’t make the rules, he’s the best. No further debate 😭
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Bless it be the lucky son of a bitch that gets to cry into Hajime’s huge, tattooed, biceps 🙏🏻
As soon as Hajime sees your tears it’s all over. He immediately jumps to the conclusion that someone hurt you and unless you tell him otherwise, he’s planning someone’s murder checking in with all your friends and family to see if they know anything.
(Very concerned and devoted husband 10/10)
As soon as he gets an understanding of the situation he approaches you more sensitively, gently asking you what’s wrong while he wipes your tears away. The last thing he’d want to do is make you feel worse of course.
The kind of comforter that’ll load you into his pick up truck and take you out on a late-night drive through the city.
He’ll come home from work ready for a night of classical music and body oil. As much as he refuses to admit it, he loves these moments. The evenings he gets to spend with you, stripped of all clothing, completely and utterly bare to him just so he can take care of you makes him feel whole. The feeling the warmth of your body under his touch gives him reassurance that you’re okay so as much as it helps you it also helps him. (It’s a completely sexless endeavor full of non-sexual love. He’s gently rubbing oil into your tense muscles, just wanting to make you feel better—he’d never take advantage of your vulnerability.)
Hajime’s day job as an athletic trainer requires him to know a lot about the body so the massages he gives you are absolutely mouth watering 😩 (sometimes you even pretend you’re sad just to get a full body massage)
When you look at him with those big, gorgeous, doe eyes of yours—brimmed with tears nonetheless—he swoons. He thinks you’re such a pretty crier and would tell you that without hesitation.
Randomly tapes passive aggressive letters to your bathroom mirror 😭
“Stop crying, you look like a gremlin. Love you ♡”
“Take a shower stinky, you’ve been in bed for days.”
“Idc if you’re sad, you better not watch 90 day fiancé without me.”
^and once he’s done being a little shit 🙄 he’s forcing you to cuddle him on the couch like the huge softie he is 💕
Shyly offers to cook you dinner. The adorable little blush on his tan cheeks as he shuffles into the kitchen wearing nothing but his boxers and a “kiss the cook” apron leaves little to imagination. At that point, you’re hardly crying anymore, all you can think about is how fast you can get him off under those pretty pink ruffles.
Playfully picks fights with you. You’ll have a small stain on your shirt that Hajime notices and he’s teasing you about it 😭 like you’re crying and he’s just like “babe…did you have mochi without me? How could you?” And you’re just there like 🧍‍♀️
His arms. That’s it. That’s your comfort.
Rubs the upper parts of your cheeks with his thumbs, removing the tears from your face before they fall. He hates seeing you cry, it makes him feel like he failed to protect you.
The kind of man that’ll play the song you two danced to at your wedding. The both of you gently swaying to the music as your daughter, Asaka, comes running in, doing her own little dance with her little bunny rabbit 😭
Like Tooru, Hajime will randomly send you selfies throughout the day. Most of them are either really out of focus or just plain dorky but they make you smile nonetheless. (A lot of them are just him flexing in the mirror at the gym)
Gives you his Godzilla™ hoodie then gets mad at you for wetting it 🗿
Takes your daughter out of school early to surprise you at work.
Asks Oikawa to play a few practice matches with you when he’s in town, knowing how much you enjoyed watching the Argentinian play:
“Iwaizumi,” the brown-haired setter rushes off to the side of the court, catching you and your husband laughing at something by the bleachers. It was like high school all over again—the image of young Hajime trying to pick you up in the gym suddenly flashed in his mind.
Both you and Hajime turn.
“Yes, ‘kawa?”
“What’s up, shittykawa?”
Two completely different responses.
“Oh,” Oikawa reels back in embarrassment, cheeks glowing red as his eyes flickered back and forth between you and your husband, “I keep forgetting you two have the same last name. Still haven’t gotten used to it.”
You both share a quick, knowing glance, before bursting out into fits of laughter. That’s right, you remembered, watching Hajime strike up a conversation with his best friend with a look akin to annoyance, you were an Iwaizumi. The realization almost made you start crying again. Almost.
If you have long hair, Hajime is using one of your daughter’s hair ties and putting your hair up in a ponytail so your tears won’t stick to your bangs.
Constantly poking your cheeks. He just loves the feeling of your soft skin in his hands so he’ll knead at the small squish in between his palms until you’re muffling your words. He does this a lot when you’re crying so you stop talking and breathe.
Loads up animal crossing on your matching Nintendo Switches (you both have the limited edition green and blue one) and gives you cute things he finds around his island like white cosmos and blue sea shells 😭 he’s also the kind of person that would spend all day setting up a ocean-side cafe in game to surprise you on a little animal crossing date 🥺💕
^(idk man, the idea of seeing hajime spending hours perfecting the ideal picnic spot has my heart all warm and shit. For reference, your date spots would look something like this 😭😭)
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Practically force feeds you if he suspects you haven’t been eating well.
Tickles you 😭 this man would be a menace if he finds you crying. He’s pulling out the “tickle monster” card and chasing your ass around the house until he’s got you trapped underneath him. Your daughter thinks it’s a game and joins him 🗿 the little traitor—
The kind of man who’ll prioritize you above all else. Everything that isn’t you become irrelevant and the only thing on his mind is how he could possibly make you feel better.
“Hey hon, want me to take the day off? We can go to that amusement park you and Asa are always talkin’ about.”
11/10. Hajime just has a comforting aura around him that makes you instantly feel at home. The combination of his biceps wrapped around your waist, his natural scent of oak, and the gentle rain pattering against the hard-panned window is all too perfect 💜
I ran out of ideas lmfao
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Pairing: Randy Orton x Mavis Pete x LA Knight
A/N: The superstars’ names may fluctuate between their real name and their on screen names, it depends on what feels natural to me as I write it. So for context purposes LA Knight will be referred to by his real name Shaun Ricker. I didn’t even plan on finishing this, but admits all the Wrestlemania drama I needed something to take my mind off it. Also it’s 3am right now of me posting this. Likes, comments and Reblogs are welcome and appreciated.
⏯️ Chapter 1
Tiny tag: @cardierreh15 is included because she’s the voice of reason even when she gets on my mf nerves
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Chapter 2
“Girl you are you gonna fuck him?” Cardíerre’s voice shouted over the phone. Cardíerre wasn’t in the business, but we’ve been friends since college. She’s never too far away since her realtor business is set up in Florida.
“Of course, she isn’t, because she’s scared.” Bianca cut me off before I even had a chance to say anything, I let out a breath of frustration as I tried to get my lashes to stick properly. Bianca, and Trinity, who happened to be in the same city tonight, sat on my hotel bed “helping” me get ready. Cardíerre bubbled up with laughter on her side of the phone, I paused my eyeliner to keep myself from trolling my eyes and ended up messing up.
“She’s not gonna sleep with him because maybe she likes him, y’all know how Mavis is with people she cares about.” Trinity chimed in, a smirk stretched across her mouth, it was a joke, and I knew my girls didn’t take my “mishaps” personally, I still felt bad though. I tend to give more time to business partners than actual family, it was easier to deal with people who didn’t have expectations of you. With people I knew personally, it felt like I was forced to be vulnerable.
“I’m…working on that,” I mumbled, Bianca lightly slapped my butt with her braid causing me to yelp in shock. I whipped around, my eyes widened, and to my shock, it was Trinity who held the weapon in hand.
“Girl calm down, we all know you’re emotionally inept,” Cardíerre said pitifully, I could feel her rolling her eyes from her end of the phone. I could hear waves crashing in the background, no doubt she was on the beach as usual. She’s practically a mermaid with all the time she spends, in or near the water.
Turning back to the mirror, picking up my edge brush, and hair gel, I began to slick my baby hairs down. “Anyways, I don’t know what you guys are trippin’ for, we’re just gonna get some food, and have a little drink. That’s it. We’re chillin’, AP paired us together so if we're gonna be in sync on TV, we should at least get to know each other better off-screen right? What’s the harm in that?” The girls went quiet, I could see Bianca and Trinity’s facial expressions in the reflection of the mirror.
“Cap! You’ve been tryna wear this man’s skin since I met you, and I don’t even watch wrestling. Getting to know him is only gonna make it easier for you to develop a crush. What if he doesn’t turn out to be who you think he is? Then you’re gonna get your feelings hurt, but you’ll have nobody to blame but yourself bookie.” Cardíerre said candidly, that she was right, I couldn’t help but feel optimistic about being able to control myself.
“Guys, relax, I promise we’re keeping our new friendship strictly professional. It’s not gonna be another Nic Nemeth situation.” I tried to reassure them, but the course of groans and protest told me they didn’t believe that either. Not one of my best moments, lusting after a man who had only gotten with me for clout. That whole thing was a media dumpster fire that Hunter gave us both an earful for. I haven’t talked to him since then, word on the street is, that he’s supposed to be leaving for TNA…good riddance.
“It’s not like Shaun is any better of a choice,” Bianca muttered, she never liked the idea of us together in any capacity. She didn’t bring up her disdain for him often, but whenever the chance arose to shit on LA Knight during girl talk, best believe she was right there having the most to say.
“Ugh, here she goes.” I groan, and Trinity chuckles, my disdain for trash talk about any of my hoes is well-known amongst us. The last thing I want is for my delusions to be ruined. “Leave my lovers out of this please,” I whine, while I appreciate the concern, I am an adult, and I’d rather my friends not baby me.
“Sorry to cut it short girls, but my dick appointment is calling. Talk to y’all later, and Mavis be good!” Cardíerre shouted over the phone, I smacked my lips and folded my arms over my chest.
“No promises.” I tease playfully before hanging up my phone. I checked the time on my watch; even though it wasn’t dark out, it was getting to be pretty late in the evening.
Trinity huffs out a breath of air, “Actually, that’s our cue as well, I owe Bianca dinner.” They decide to drop the topic thankfully for me, she rolls off the bed, Bianca following her lead. Before they left, they enveloped me in a tight, much-needed hug. I squeezed Trinity extra tight for good measure, she’s doing huge things in TNA right now. She has easily become one of my idols, “love you girlie, and don’t let all this attention go to your head.”
“Yeah, focus, I can’t be the only EST around here, I need some competition.” Bianca taunts me in a melodic voice, dancing her way to the door, and swinging her braid. Trinity blew me a kiss before they both left out the door, sighing contentedly I took a seat on the edge of the bed. I made sure to look through my purse to check that I had everything, and then a knock on the door caught my attention.
“Who could that be?” Opening the door, on the other end is Randy. His lips parted to speak, but when he looked up from the floor, he was taken aback when he saw me. I felt naked under his intense gaze, I could feel my face heat up, and the butterflies began to swarm. ‘Professional Mavis, you promised you’d be professional’ I try to remind myself, though it was hard to follow my moral compass when Randy Orton was looking like he wasn't to swallow you whole.
“I thought we were gonna meet up.” I leave him standing at the door to retrieve my phone, and purse from the bed. When I turn back, I catch him staring at my ass just like I did before. He grins sheepishly, scratching the back of his head, his eyes sweeping the ground.
“You never texted me the place, and I have no absolutely nothing about the area. I figure we could ride together, you could tell me a bit about your hometown, and of course food.” He leans against the door frame, his eyes scanning my face, and up to my hair. Curiosity in his eyes. “I don't mean for this to come out rudely, but are you wearing makeup?” I did not expect him to ask me that at all, now walking side by side down the hall, I try to collect myself.
“Technically yes,” I answer shortly, the elevator doors open, and he lets me step on first. His arms fold across his chest, Randy is always observing me, and at first, I liked it. That was before we were forced together by Adam, his watchful gaze wasn’t anything more than that, but I felt vulnerable. The illusion I work hard to keep going doesn’t even exist to him, takes the fun out of things for me. It feels like I’m no longer in control, but rather the other way around.
“Technically?” He asks, the humidity of the summertime air smacks us in the face, a stark contrast from the cool chill hotel. I can already feel myself growing agitated from the heat, but try to fight it off.
“Well yeah, the eyeliner is makeup, but that’s just about it. I wasn’t in the mood for a full face today. It’s nice for TV, but other than that, nah nah.” I explain quickly, I’ve never had a guy show interest in, what I thought was frivolous, things about me before. I part my lips to tell the valet to bring my car around, but for the third time tonight, Randy sidesteps me, telling them to bring his car instead.
“What, you don’t trust me to drive?” I’m ready to argue if he chose to put up a fight, but I’m met with the opposite reaction when he turns to me as the Cadillac truck pulls to a stop in front of us. A smirk curling on his lips, he opens the passenger door for me and offers a hand.
“Don’t take it personally, old habits die hard and all that. Besides, you wouldn’t rather me act like old me would you?” His tone is playfully suggestive, with a hint of arrogance in his words, and for a second I feel a drop of regret. His eyes soften, and his hand extends further to take mine. A spark of electricity shocks us both as our hands touch, and before I realize it, I’m already taking his hand. I catch a glimpse of Trinity and Bianca over Randy’s shoulder when I duck my head into the SUV. They make mocking kissing faces at me from afar, I roll my lips trying to hide my smile.
“Idiots,” I mumble to myself, my phone buzzes, and at first, I think it’s one of the girls. It’s a text from Stephen, I smile thinking about our friendship. He’s the sweetest guy I know, I just want to put him in my pocket and keep him to myself.
Steph🧡🔥: hey, still wanna mess around in the gym tomorrow?
I couldn’t help but let out a giggle, I could hear his accent through the text. Forgetting all about where I am, and who I’m with, I quickly reply.
Petey💰💜: I’ll mess around with you anytime 😈😌
“Which boyfriend is this?” Randy’s voice made me jolt as I was not expecting him to speak up just now I wasn’t sure if he was even talking at all. My phone buzzes again, my eyes flicker to the screen for a second before I turn my attention back to him.
“First of all, I don’t have a boyfriend, and secondly mind your business.” I flick my hair over my shoulder playfully, his eyes are on the road, but his lips twitch. A poor attempt to fight back a smile.
“So then it’s not Shaun.” He tries to deduce, I know Shaun and I had a little moment in front of Randy tonight, however, I interact with a lot of people backstage. My phone goes off again, I swipe the screen, and have to hold my breath from the message I just read from Stephen.
“Hmm, jealous, are we?”
“What? How am I jealous of him?”
“Because.” I pause quickly texting Stephen back.
Steph🧡🔥: watch it now darlin’, I may not be from Texas, but I know how to use rope.
Steph🧡🔥: are ya satisfied now? your bad behavior is rubbing off on me
Petey💰💜: LMAO Ok Cowboy! Rope me up then! 🤪
Petey💰💜: yeah I’ll show up tomorrow brb love ya
“I talk to so many people, I’m a socialite, and you chose Shaun. See what you must understand Randall.” I hold my pinky out, he glances at me, and he chortles at my antics.
“I’m a P I M P, and I always keep it player.” I smile brightly, my tongue poking out.
“Alright, all jokes aside though. Don’t let all the attention go to your head, and before you fuss at me about it, I’m just looking out for you. I know those guys, more so than you do. As I’ve observed, I see how easily it can be for someone to become attracted to you. You’re talented, smart, beautiful. You got it all kid, and some people genuinely want to be around you, some people just want to suck you dry.” Randy says honestly, I didn’t know how to respond to that, and I don’t think I should have. I’m both flustered and touched by his words.
“Huh, that’s the second time someone told me that today…” Randy didn't respond to me, but rather let me sit with my thoughts. We sat in a sort of comfortable silence, just trying to take in that wealth of wisdom he just dropped on me. I didn’t feel the need to fill the void for once, and he didn’t force it either. We finally made it to the restaurant, thankfully for us, it wasn’t too full, but it was a Monday after all. I called beforehand, and requested a spot near the back be reserved for us. When we reached our table, Randy pulled out my chair for me, and pushed me in gently. After the waitress took our drink orders, they retreated leaving us to get settled, and look through the menu.
“So, how did you get into wrestling?” He asked, a genuine expression of interest on his face, he leaned back into his seat. Instantly a grin broke out across my lips, my face felt heated as I reminisced on my teen days, and who specifically inspired my wrestling career.
“Boy I hoped you wouldn’t ask me that, but I practically manifested this foolishly not thinking it would actually happen.” I paused for a moment to glance at him, he seemed to be confused by my words, so I took a moment to formulate a coherent sentence.
“You Randy, you were one of my biggest influences as a fan. I grew up watching you punt kick almost every person on the roster, and RKO’ing every single retiree that had dreams of another run.” I laughed seeing the shocked look on his face turn to a humorous expression at the mention of his infamous ‘Legend Killer’ persona.
“Wait a minute, how old are you?” He asked, he watched me wearily, and I nearly choked on my spit.
“How young do you think I am? Jesus Randy I’m 27.” We simultaneously let out a spout of laughter, his face turning a soft tint of pink, and his hand pressed to his chest.
“Hey now, I’m 40 so, that's a pretty decent age gap Mavis, and in my defense you look like you’re in your early twenties to me.” He argued halfhearted, just then the waiter came with our drinks, and placed them down in front of us. Our laughter had died down as he both took a breath to order, but once the waiter left, we were back in the flow of conversation.
“Like I was saying, I wasn’t always a fan. I didn't catch on to it till I got a little older, and I was already in sports in school…” I had started to talk about all the extracurriculars that led me to this point, it hadn't dawned on me how much I was talking till I suddenly snapped out of it, and realized how quiet Randy was. “And I’m talking to a whole lot about nothing…sorry.” I mumbled, I wanted to go find a whole, and crawl in it.
“No, don’t feel embarrassed, this is the whole point of us hanging out so we can get to know each other better. It’s refreshing to hear such genuine passion, and being comfortable enough with me to share that with me. And trust me Mavis, I was hanging on to your every word.” He spoke honestly, like he always does, but for some reason when it’s directed towards me I fumble every time.
Like an idiot I said, “Yeah, cause I already know pretty much everything about you.” Which earned a guffaw from Randy. It made my heart feel good knowing I can get someone who I deemed to be so cool, to laugh so effortlessly. My lips curled into a smile, my heart damn near pounding in my ears, but I maintain my composure. His arm resting on the table, if I flexed my fingers outward, our hands would be touching. Instead of caving to my intrusive thoughts, I pulled my hand back smoothly, and instead flicked my hair over my shoulder. Randy clocked my every move, before I allowed myself to overthink I cleared my throat.
“So tell me everything then.” He cut me off before I got the chance to say anything, which stumped me. His timing is too good, and I hate it.
“Wait, what do you mean? Tell you about what?” I asked dumbfounded, my brain malfunctioned as of thirty seconds ago, and I’m not used to that happening. Usually I’m the one having people flustered, and tripping over themselves.
“Well I’m not gonna find out the most interesting things about you on the internet, so you tell me instead. Rant, and ramble as much as you want, I won't interrupt I promise.” A tiny smile curled up at the corners of his mouth, and honestly I wanted to cry. I felt like it was such a stupid thing to get emotional over, but who would have thought that I’d be having dinner with one of my idols, and they actually offer to hear me talk about my stupid life?
“Ha, not really sure where to start.” I looked up at him for help, and thankfully he understood my silent plea for direction.
He placed a hand on his chin, stroking it slowly in thought. He didn't have any beard hair, but just trimmed down mustache, which somehow made him even more handsome.“How about anime? I know you like Pokemon, anything else you’re into?” I perched up at the mention of anime, it took nothing for me to start going on, and on about it. Every now and again Randy would chime in, but not saying too much that it would derail me. After a while I forgot who I was sitting across from, and was able to completely let go for once. For once I didnt feel on edge, or the need to mask. There’s really only one other person that makes me feel like that, Shaun was one of those guys you wouldn't expect to be as sweet as he is until you got to know him. Honestly I wasn’t supposed to get to know him, but it kind of just happened one night. We clicked so well, we had an instant connection, and I just felt I had to keep him close, unlike a lot of guys I had romantic situations with. I felt bad for ditching him for Randy today, in the heat of the moment I let everything go to my head, and dismissed him like he was nothing. Suddenly feeling deflated, I take a sip of my drink, and nibble on another salmon roll. My food had barely been touched because I was talking so much.
“Uh oh, what’s wrong?” Randy’s voice brought me out of my meditation, the sound drowns back into my ears, and the ache in my lungs told me I had been holding my breath too long. I wasn't keen on talking about my romantic life with anyone but my girlfriends, so I opted for a dismissive smile.
“I’m fine, just tired. Actually I promised Stephen I would come to the gym with him for his Youtube channel.” I mumbled the last part, losing my voice towards the end. I peaked up at Randy from my plate where I poked at my food with my chopsticks. I could tell by the apprehension in his eyes that he saw right through me, and that bullshit lie, he didn't call me out on it this time. Instead he nodded his head, then signaled for the waiter. While we waited for the receipt to come back, we sat in silence, and I was grateful for that. My social battery is all tapped out for the night, and I fear I might let something slip that I shouldn't because of it.
We walked with our arms interlinked, the city was buzzing with people coming, and going. It being later in the night, the bars are really starting to fill up with people, and if I’m being honest I missed being a regular civilian on the street. “Feels like a fever dream sometimes.” I said after Randy got into the driver's seat, my head leaned against the cool glass window. My eyes strain upwards to look at all the bright business signs, I get choked up thinking about my life before wrestling, and everything that’s happened up till that point.
“Miss it huh?” He asked, his voice sounded further away despite that he’s merely inches from me. I could see the GM building in the distance, the top of the skyscraper lit up with its signature Detroit blue, and there was something about it that didn't seem real. Maybe it was my perspective, and where I am right now in life. Maybe it’s because I always thought I’d be stuck here forever.
“Is it possible to love, and hate something at the same time?” I peered over at him from the driver's seat, and I was internally going feral. He leaned back in his seat, one hand on the wheel, and the other on his chin. His infamous skull tattoo sleeve looked sleek under the shine of the city lights. His muscles toned, and defined.
It was a long pause before he spoke. “There’s a thin line between the two, gotta be careful because if you're relating something you hate with something you love…do you really even love it? Do you really even hate it?” His words sparked a sudden joy in me, I rolled down the window, and stuck my head out.
“I love you Detroit!” I shouted as the wind tousled my coils around, a few cars honked, and even pedestrians shouted back praises of love. I let the wind continue to caress me as we drove through the streets, I whipped my hair out of my face, and caught a glimpse of the way Randy had looked at me. Desire flickered in his eyes, but by the time I fully turned to look at him, it was gone. As we approached the hotel, melancholy settled into my chest. I know we can just see each other again during the week, but I didn't want the night to end. But, by the time he got out of the car, then came around to open my door I had sucked it up. I grab onto his shoulder for support, as I try not to fall on my face from nearly tripping over my dress. I didn't realize our close proximity til I looked up, if I went up on my tip toes, I would be able to touch his lips. They looked so soft now that I'm looking at him up close.
His lips stretched into a teasing smirk, “Careful Mavis, might make your boyfriends jealous.” I blinked, and whatever spell he had me in had been dispelled. I rolled my eyes pushing him inside, walking into the hotel without him. He finally caught up to me by the time I made it to the elevators, from my peripheral I watched as he stood there with his hands in his pockets. A grin on his lips.
“C’mon, I was just messing around.” He pleaded as we stepped on the elevator, thankful that it was deserted. Instead of acknowledging him I pressed my lips together, and scrolled through my phone instead. I had more than a few notifications, but I didn't bother looking at them at the moment, I just wanted something to distract me.
“Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment after the night we just had?” Randy, now fully turning to me, I was willing to make a comment, but then he said, “Boy are you a rollercoaster of emotion.” He chuckled lightly, officially fed up I whip around to him, the elevator coming to a stop, and without hesitation I cut into him.
“If there’s anything else you’d like to insult me about before I leave please let me know.” I don't even think I was seeing straight, I had a history with his insinuations, and though he may have had pure intentions, it’s still a sore spot for me.
Randy looked shocked by my sudden shift in mood, and tone. His hands held up in defense, for once I had him stumped, and right before the elevator doors closed again, I reached my arm out to stop them. Without a word I walked off, and left him there being that his room is the floor above mine. I angrily swiped my key card, and threw off my shoes, shimmy out of my dress, and threw myself on to the bed. About an hour later, there’s a knock on my door, I groaned, and put a robe on. I looked through the peephole, I exhaled tiredly, but opened the door anyway.
“Couldn’t sleep?” Shuan stood on the opposite of the door, ramen noodle pjs, and a plain navy blue t-shirt. Exhaustion etched onto his face, I stepped to the side, and let him in. Gingerly kissed me on the cheek as he passed me on the way in, and made a beeline for the bed. I let out a soft giggle, then go into the bathroom to slip on an oversized sleep shirt. I grabbed my bonnet from the night stand, and carefully stuffed my hair underneath. Shaun had taken his shirt off, and tossed it to the ground.
“Scoot.” I crawled onto the bed, I tried to roll him over, but he wouldn’t budge. My grunt turned into laughter as I realized how ridiculous he looked laying there like a chalk outline. Eventually he did turn over on his side to face me after a minute, his baby blue eyes looking prettier than ever when he’s half awake. We both lied in bed staring at each other, both wide awake, and weary at the same time. He turned over on his back, then pulled me in so I could lay my head on his chest, and I didn't argue. The sensation of skin on skin contact, and the sound of his steady heartbeat is enough to lull me to sleep.
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Lookism Characters x Female Reader! When they caught you touching yourself PT.2
WARNING: NSFW!!! Genre: smut/lemon 🍋 one-shot! mentions of: spanking, cursing, masturbation, blow/handjob, teasing and praising, overstimulation, dirty talk, sex filming/nude sending, sploshing (mentions of food), mentions of slang terms of female and male genitalia CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP! (reader is female!)
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JAKE KIM
This mf right here is just like Samuel, James and Gun, the Boyfriend Who's a Fucking Tease :). But he tries to be the Best Boyfriend in the World his Daddy Issues are kicking in again.
Girl when you and Jake are having sex you don't know if he's serious or not lmao. But y'know his stress is sometimes on another level so expect him not to be gentle with your pretty cunt especially if he gets into his serious side, you know your pussy ain't gonna function in a month homie ;) But seriously, this man had a big boner to make up with his goofiness. Too bad he's so busy about Big Deal and all this gang shit. Like the rest of the bois, he's in a tough schedule so expect him not to see or meet up with you for days, even weeks. But he tries to make it up to you when he's available. Cleaning the place? Yes. Cooking (even though I headcannon that he's bad at it). Okay. Him fucking you all night long. FUCK YES. And of course, as a loving girlfriend, you can't help but to miss him and his dick. So what do you if you're bored? you masturbate.
So you wake up with Jake no longer on your side, him leaving a note on the side table. You picked up the piece of paper and read on what's written on the sticky note. "I'll be home for today. Just gonna attend an important meeting for today. I'm bringing home some of your favorite ice cream! luv u ;3". you smiled as you read the words in your brain despite the writing looking like it's rushed.
You got up of bed and you begin doing your usual routine while Jake is not around. After for a long day you checked the time and it's already quarter to 9 and Jake is still not home. Sighing, you sat on the couch and placing your phone on the small table. Sinking deep on your thoughts, you just thought about how you miss Jake so much even though he already reassured you that he'll be home. Feeling that familiar heat on your body, you take a deep breath once again as you feel your panties getting soaked by your liquids. Slipping your right hand in your clothes and into your underwear, you felt your fingers getting coated by your pre-cum. Not hesitating to push your fingers deep inside, you moaned as you felt your wet walls clench on your digits moaning for Jake's name as you imagined him just thrusting his cock inside your vagina. "Jake! Hah~! Mhmm..." you try to reach for your g-spot but it's nothing like Jake fingers leaving you to crave for more friction. After a few minutes, you continued to masturbate even after reaching your orgasm before you heard the door open. Oh shit, you're fucked.
There is Jake holding a white plastic bag filled with your favorite sweets, "innocently" staring at you. His reaction? HORNY AF. Jake would be the type to give you a smirk and would tease you a lot for doing such a lewd act and getting caught. "Y/N are you-" "JAKE I-IT'S NOTHING I-I'M SORRY!" you tried to get up but your boyfriend is slowly approached you with him still holding the plastic bag. "Y/N, you know I never thought that you'll be the type of girl to this". He placed on what he's holding in the table while you protest that it's not what it looks like. "You don't have to deny it Y/N. I know you need me so much." Well no matter what you tell him to convince him that you ain't doing something suspicious, it's too late to back out from this mess as you see his penis growing bigger in his pants as he approaches to kiss you as you give in to it.
So you and Jake end up fucking in the couch in doggy style, not even bothering to move in the bedroom. Leaving wet kisses on your nape as he pumps his dick in and out of you leaving you drooling, an idea popped on his mind feeling him smirk on your skin. Pulling out, you looked at him confused as he approaches and takes one packed popsicle stick. Your boyfriend teared the plastic off as he spilled the melted iced-sweet dripping on his bare and tattooed body. The sweet liquid dripping from his abs and slowly made his way in his erect dick. "Lick it off." he bluntly replied. "E-Eh..." "I said lick it off. C'mon Y/N you don't wanna disappoint me right? Be a good girl for me." he smirked as you got up to oblige on his wishes. You started licking his torso as you tasted the mixture of his sweat and the sweetness of your f/f ice cream tickling his skin. Jake's eyes roll at the back of his head as your tongue made it's way to his coated dick and you started to lick his red tip with the mixture of his pre-cum and the sweet and sticky liquid. "Mhmm... Oh god Y/N such a good girl" he grunted as your throat made its way to take his whole length while pumping the base of his cock with your hands. Jake give you lots of praises as you continued to suck on him before he releases in your mouth as you taste his sweet semen. He really loves it when you give him blowjobs :3.
KIM JONGOO
If you thought that so far Jake is the most playful out of all the characters, you're obviously wrong xD. If it's fucking Kim Jongoo, you know you'll be giving yourself a headache.
If he caught you masturbating he'll not just tease you but he's literally the definition of ✨humiliation✨. He's just like the rest but the goofiest? You know Goo he literally makes anything a joke and even Gun is fucking done with him.
He would be the type to send pics of his veiny and big dick if he's in a public restroom just to see your reaction to it bruh. Just imagine if you're on work/school and lots of notifications keep popping up on your phone and you see this mf sending nudes to you. You honestly don't know if you should be amused or disappointed at him. And he'll be the type to tease you about it. "Aww Y/N don't pretend to hate my dick I know you're crazy over it." "SHUT UP I'M WORKING HERE!" But anyways you still get horny 'cause we all don't touch grass. And I bet he's the complete opposite of Gun, he's the horny bestfriend in your circle of peers lmao. Despite you being a tsundere about all of this, you can't help but to touch yourself as you lay down on the bed. Starting to feel the heat in your pussy, you stripped off all of your clothes and getting your phone to check all of the pictures that your boyfriend sent you. Staring at his long and fat dick, you started fingering yourself. Cum dripping out of your hole and staining the new and fresh bedsheets that you washed because of Goo and you spilling all of your juices on the bed last night. You can imagined Goo fucking you right now with that dick as you stared all of the pics he sent you earlier. "Goo~ hmmm you bastard". you moaned as you begin pumping your fingers faster and your thumb making harsh circles on your clit before hearing your door open. Congratulations! You're officially screwed!
So when he got home as he caught you touching yourself on the bed as you poke your g-spot over and over again while looking at his sexy pics, expect him to film all the commotion in the bed. His reaction? Super excited and happy. He can have sex with you all night again! this bitch "Y/N do you miss me too much?" he called out for your name as he has that teasing grin on his face. "Goo! Jesus don't scare me like that! you got up from bed as you're naked as you're clothes are on the floor. "Babe, y'know me, I like giving you surprises soo..." he approaches you and pins you on the bed as he pins your hands on the soft mattress. "Since you're in the mood again like I am right now, can we make a porn video again?" he asked "innocently "with those big and shiny eyes while staring back at yours. "Jesus Christ Goo! We already fucked yesterda- you tried protesting before you get cut off by his mouth as he pushes his tongue inside you. Minutes have passed with both of you making out before you insist to undress him which makes him make another cocky smirk making you pissed off. Leaving both of you naked, he now started setting the camera as he plays the button now filming the lewd acts being recorded on his expensive phone.
Goo just loves it when he pulls out just in time just to overstimulate you again as you whined begging for his cock and being a brat for him not making you cum. His phone recording him and you fucking like animals in heat, craving for more. "Goo wha-what the hell! I'm close!" "Aww is my baby girl upset for me not making you squirt?" "Shu-Shut up! Ah!" you moaned as he slaps your ass again, your mind going through into a new dimension as you feel dizzy not knowing how many times he already slapped your plump flesh feeling his touch sting through your body. "Y/N I really like it when you talk back to me like that. I wonder if your mouth can take all of me if I shoved my pretty dick inside your filthy throat. C'mon don't be shy to show the camera how a good bitch you are". He grinned widely as Goo ordered you to suck his cock as you obeyed and started doing your job, to be his personal slut. Sucking his cock hungrily like you haven't got your meal for years as he tilts his head back making a low moan while smiling, his eyes looking down at your beautiful features. You don't want to get on his bad side right?
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ╰┈─✩ ˚ ‧ closet tour ! ‧ ˚
✧˖° synopsis : commonly worn items (or accessories) these characters may have .
✧˖° cast & crew : megumi fushiguro , maki zenin , yuji itadori , and yuta okkotsu .
.ᐟ content warnings : cursing , yuta lwk fighting for his life
⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ authors note : new layout !!!! we finally ditched the old one cause it was def time for her to GO 😭. all pictures down below are just for visual aid :)
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megumi <3 : friendship bracelets
he’s got so many of them, mf got one in every damn pattern and color you can think of. and he only has this many because one summer nobara got into bracelet making.
she convinced gojo to buy her a bunch of kits and she’s been a little busy bee since ! so now every time she shows up with a new bracelet megumi feels like he has to wear it— or at least this is what he claims whenever he gets asked about it.
he actually thinks it’s sweet she’s always giving him bracelets, he’s got one for almost every outfit so it’s always coordinating !
he even wears the matching one she made for him and yuji so the three of them are always matching.
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maki <3 : hair clips / claw clips
she absolutely hated them at first ngl
the only reason she started wearing them was because gojo would alwayssssssssssss buy them for her ,,
like for no good reason either, literally just cause she’s a teenage girl and sometimes girls wear hair clips. he also said she could spruce up her style a little bit because she’s “bland” and maki didn’t take that well 😭
one day though, she actually wore one of the claw clips he got her because she had no more hair ties and everybody thought she looked so cute and it made her feel nice, so she kept wearing them. over time they grew on her more and more, so she’s always got in a cute lil hair clip now.
but if she sees gojo she will immediately rip that shit out.
she wouldn’t be caught dead in something gojo gave her LMAO,, he’ll get a big head about it and don’t nobody wanna hear that.
she loves her little accessories though <3
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yuji <3 : the weirdest shirts imaginable
i don’t even know where to start tbh
like i can’t even tell you where he keeps find them become i literally don’t have a single clue,, but he’s always got one on.
it started as just a fun little thing where he’d where a silly shirt once and a while. but because he keeps find them he’s ALWAYS wearing one and they’re the most hilarious things ever, cause how are you finding these???
like bro will have on the most normal fit ever, but if he unzips his jacket or takes off his hoodie you get hit with them most random t-shirt ever 😭 and every time him, nobara, and megumi go anywhere they take a picture of him in his weird ass shirts.
they even made a little photo album of it for novelty purposes.
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yuta <3 : a plain white t-shirt
i’m sorry yall… but yuta is a victim of the plain white tee epidemic 😕 i hate to say it.
and he absolutely refuses to let it go too. like bro is the number one consumer of the plain white t-shirt,, LIKE LET IT GO PLEASEEEEE IM BEGGING.
panda and inumaki are SICK and TIRED, like he gets clowned for it on the daily but he literally does not give a single fuck. he’s gonna wear the white t-shirt and you cannot stop him. but because of this lifestyle choice, everyone has banned from making comments about anyone else’s style.
like if inumaki puts on some bullshit he can’t say anything 😭 and it eats him up inside cause he knows if they hear one PEEP from him, he’s getting cooked BADDDD.
and every single time he catches yuji in those weird ass shirts he gets heated 😭😭 cause how they let him get away with it but he cant wear his shirts???
all in all, he’s forever a white tee lover 😕 can’t shit be done about it.
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i’m (not) sorry to say, but miles is better off by himself.
idk if i’ve ever written a post this long, but i got energy tonight. y’all have been sucked into the black hole of shipping, so let me ground you and remind you of this amazing thing called being single. i’m gna talk ab margo and gwen, but mostly gwen bc she’s obv miles’ (main) love interest. i’ve said more than enough about why miles and gwen don’t work/make sense. if you wna be enlightened then feel free to click the links.
thoughts on ghostflower: here!
reblogging a moot's post w/ added thoughts: hereee!
i love ranting so let’s get it! 😛
i don't have much to say about margo bc sadly, she's barely there. what i will say though is that as cute as miles and margo would be together, there’s one more movie left lol. the third movie’s gna be busy as hell. there’s literally no time for romance, and to rush miles and margo (two people who just met) into liking each other in, like, a three hour timespan would just be terrible writing. plus, we all know she’s there for some bs having to do with miles nd gwen, which is literally soooooooo very lame, words can't describe. one, where are you finding the time to cram in jealousy/all this angsty romance mess when miles’ dad is ab to die and the universe is ab to collapse bc of a nigga that looks like the lovechild of a cardboard box and a cow?? two, is this really all margo is here for?? to make gwen jealous or “help miles realize he’s in love with gwen” ?? shameeee, like summer said. 😐 i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: margo could be SO much more than a disposable love interest!!!
gwiles/ghostflower fans, i’m going to tell you something that will make you upset. i said i was coming for you and i meant it 🗣️‼️
before you yell at me and push smoke out of your ears, i need you to put your right hand on your chest and close your eyes. you feel your heartbeat? good. now, count to three while taking deep breaths and remember that none of this shit is real so you’d look stupid af trying to attack me. 🙃 some of y’all are getting TOO comfortable being unnecessarily disrespectful and ion like that lol. don’t try it here bc i’m on another level of not gaf!
listen, even if (when?) gwen and miles team up to save his dad, it won’t change the fact that gwen was keeping some hefty info from miles, yo. she was smiling in jeff’s face and cracking jokes like she didn’t know he was bout to die. y’all gotta be so very real with yourselves. you wouldn’t wna date, let alone be FRIENDS with someone who kept something that big from you, regardless of the circumstances or lack of ill intent. one of the most important people in your life concealing the fact that you’re about to lose another important person in your life is insane.
i’m aware that gwen didn’t tell miles about his dad because she genuinely thought it’d cause mass destruction if he saved jeff. thing is, even if miles knew that, i think he’d still feel betrayed. that’s 100% valid because this is his dad we’re talking about. he just lost his uncle not too long ago, too. i wouldn’t blame miles if he never wanted anything to do with gwen again. i wouldn’t blame bro if he got sick to his stomach every time he saw her. it’d be justified, bc if he never followed her that night, then he wouldn’t have had the chance to save jeff.
my point is that you can be a “good person” and still fuck up bad enough to make someone never wna speak to you again. miles is a sweetheart so he’ll probably forgive gwen. my thing is, miles forgiving gwen doesn’t mean the two of them are obligated to be friends again. they can handle it maturely, go their separate ways, nd never speak again. it’s really not even gna hurt y’all cuz it’s the last mf movie anyway??? 😭😭
if it isn’t clear by now, i don’t want miles and gwen together at all. they have no business being around each other frl 🙃 not as friends and definitely not as lovers. like, sure, that one scene where they’re swinging/talking on the bank was my absolute fav. it was cute. i shipped them before i really thought about it. that scene is still my fav, but my adoration for it isn’t gna stop me from keeping it real.
i really don’t care what anyone says or how in love they think these two are, this isn’t a “forgive and forget” situation. if the writers truly wanted gwen and miles to be involved romantically, then not only should they have structured their dynamic better, they shouldn’t have made gwen the person she was in this movie. love, love, LOVE redemption arcs because it’s a reminder that we're human and we're flawed, but you can’t redeem yourself from that. sorry. (not) i say miles should leave that girl alone 🤷‍♀️ leave all potential girls alone ffs.
in conclusion, it’s okay for miles to be single. he's 15 anyway, it's not like he'll die without a girl. i’m the suckiest sucker for anything to do with romance, but characters in film/animation don’t need to have love interests for a project to be considered good. if you feel like it does, then maybe ts you’re watching just sucks, lmao. a girl and a boy can be friends without one having feelings for the other, or both of 'em having mutual feelings. (in the media idk ab irl..) it’s time to stop forcing ts. please.
and it’s okay y’all, i promise you. it’s okay if miles and gwen don’t end up dating. it's okay if they reconcile and stay friends. it’s okay if they reconcile and don’t stay friends. though unlikely, it’s also okay if miles doesn’t forgive gwen at all! resolutions like these go to show that you can “forgive” someone without letting them have access to you anymore. that’s what miles needs to do. straying away from the “happy ending” everyone is expecting would be nice. it’d be a different approach and a realistic way to complete the franchise. (i’m not just saying this bc i love angst)
but before the gwiles (ugly ass ship name btw) fans start throwing up and telling me to end my shit, it’s 99% unlikely that anything i just stated will actually happen. we’re more than likely getting a kiss between miles and gwen, nd that’s bc the writers are probably high off the same dope they were on when they wrote gwen sneaking in thru miles’ window, j for his parents to be way more calm about it than any other normal parent would be. i could say some more about certain scenes but that's for another night.
miles doesn’t need to be with anyone. especially not gwen when it comes down to it.
oh and i HATE peter b. fuck that nigga. he was nun but an extra in this movie and i know he’s an opp in the next. 🙎‍♀️
that’s all! if you read allat then thanks, cuz i wrote a lot. if you're feeling angry, then go for a walk. this isn’t a place for any typa criticism bc i am right, therefore, i am not requesting confirmation. 🙌 i said what i said. have a good night.
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softtcurse · 1 year
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Through the years
what Jack’s relationship with you looked like through the years
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yourinstagram watching my baby get to the top, and taking me with him. What more can I ask for? ☺️💓 you guys ready for confetti?
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yourinstagram love u :)
yourinstagram love u :)
urbanwyatt CONFETTI!!
neyomiamorr new gf?!
gigifab they’ve been dating since the beginning of the year
lynwuinn she’s so prettyyy
marcooo harlow pulled that!?
jackharlow sure did, I’m on that ass every night
jesscalire I’m not ready for midnight 😭😭 he’s gonna kill it!!
yourinstagram plenty of sleepless nights in the studio, it’s gonna be worth it I promise <3
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jackharlow bluegrass girl but she got big dreams, thank you for all the love this year. Many blessings.
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yourinstagram 💞
jacksssylvia HOLD UP IS THAT A WEDDING RING??? 😭
urbansgramm IT LOOKS LIKE IT!?
urbanwyatt It’s like Im watching my children grow up
yourinstagram LMAOO
druski2funny Mf beat me to it
jackharlow The delusion
champagnepapi got the new album coming soon too 🙏🏽 it’s only up from here
jackharlow thank you brother, I’m very grateful 🙏🏻🙏🏻
claybornharlow ♥️ family
yourinstagram 😭💞 ty my baby
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yourinstagram baby mila harlow
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jackharlow Before y’all start!! I had been up for 15 hours
yourinstagram baby I promise no one’s gonna say anything 😭
jackharlow mhmmm we’ll see baby girl, if not I’m on that ass for sure tonight
yourinstagram you will do no such thing! Your wife needs to heal, some lay with me and our child 🙄
jackharlow 🏃🏻🏃🏻🏃🏻
claybornharlow Im an uncle!!
druski2funny We’re an uncle
privategardenco we’re the godfathers
urbanwyatt I think we ALL new who the true godfather is
jackharlowupdates congratulations 🎊🥹🥹
jackharlowsssss OMG!! THATS WHY SHES BEEN MISSING?
champagnepapi welcome to fatherhood @/jackharlow you ready?
kaliuchis not him making you his baby mama before ME 🙄 @/yourinstagram you lied to me!!
yourinstagram UMMM…NO BABY LET ME EXPLAIN
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hollywoodunlocked sources close to Jack Harlow have confirmed that him and his wife of two years have split up! These rumors came around mid May of 2022 right after Harlow’s album ‘Come Home The Kids Miss You” studio album dropped. They were seen today seemingly separated as Jack headed into a club for an appearance and YN was seen early today looking down and grabbing a coffee with a friend. The two share a one year old daughter together since August of last year. We wish them nothing but the best in moving forward! Let us know what you think in the comments!
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yoursistersinstagram Mind your business, y’all are so fucking annoying
here4jackman :/ this confirms it basically
ynscloset agreed, yn’s sister isn’t on social media that much so for her to comment on this really seems to me like the are getting a divorce
kathycam why are they divorcing? 😢
naimiii They’ve never spoken publicly about it but it seems like the tour really started to take a toll on them more than ever, there were already divorce rumors since May of this year but I think that mostly had to do with him focusing so hard on his album, didn’t think it would come down to this to be honest
ynismother NOOOO YN :(( I feel so bad for her
jacksgeorgiapeach why? She’ll still be swimming in his money
ynismother that’s so insensitive to say, you don’t know how hard it must be for her to have to go through the emotional distress of a divorce and still raise her child, weird bitch
kurmoialek so he can go out and party but she’s staying home with their daughter!?!
neocbbb I don’t think we should be commenting on anything they do, considering the fact that we don’t even know if this is true or just Hollywood gossip.
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first of all.. i can SWEAR that i was following you?!?! but there was like, the follow button next to your name and i was like wasn't i already following her?? this is what coming back to Tumblr after a long time does to a mf.. also.. wanna be moots? >.<
BUT. BUT.
I just read your sleepparalysisdemon!gun fic and.. 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ it was AWESOME. i loved it so fucking much, poor reader tho, yet i loved how fucking menace gun was.. when he licked the tear off.. 🫣
So.. I'll drop this here~
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You should have eaten dinner sooner. Otherwise, the lack of hunger wouldn't wake you up at 2 AM. just a quick, simple thing to eat and you'll head straight to bed, you think as you rub your half open eye with your hand, gladly the only thing lighting the kitchen was the small lamb, or else your eyes would burn a lot, despite you being used to the light since all the imaginations you had before. You put the knife down to the cutting board and turn your gaze to the cupboard to get yourself a glass.
You extended your hand to the open cupboard, and as you were about to grab the glass-
Someone else does it for you.
You freeze in shock. You could only manage to see the hand, but the slight showing tattoo on his forearm that caught your attention was enough for you to understand who that was. Your eyes widen, you quickly -and somehow, turn your head to the direction of the man and you see him, even the sight of him was enough for you to take a step back and hit the counter.
He gives you that smirk of his as he takes a step closer to you. He raises an eyebrow, "Not even a thank you?" When the only answer you gave to him was frightened silence, he clicks his tongue and carelessly throws the glass on the sink, making you let out a small gasp caused by the loud sound of the glass shattering into small pieces. But you can't focus on that right now.
A step follows another until you're leaning towards your back even more despite your back already hitting the counter. "I.." you somehow manage to speak and that slightly surprises him, but he doesn't question.
"Continue whatever you were doing. Act as if I'm not even here," He tells you, which sounds like nothing but an order. You tilt your head in surprise, not really understand what he meant. But still, what you were busy with a minute ago was making a snack for yourself and you need to continue it. So you turn your back.. to that pervert. You gulp as your slight shaky hands grab the knife and continue to cut the tomato.
As you expected, you feel his body against your back, his hard bulge against your ass, his big presence towering on your body and you swear that those hands of him that were slowly caressing your waist was burning on that spot. Your shaky hand slowly and desperately tries to keep whatever it was doing and ignore the breath on the crook of your neck, ignore how he was stroking your hips while grinding his bulge against your ass, ignore how he was nibbling and kissing your neck.. slowly, steadily.. as if he was trying to make you lose your mind, make you under his control which.. already happened. The slow kisses turns into bites and you let out a little yelp as you accidentally push your hips against his bulge even closer, which causes him to smirk. Your shaky hands drops the knife on the cutting board once again, No, you didn't even think of trying to attack him with that knife. Please, that would do nothing but piss him off. And you sniffle, trying to not break into sobs but you do once you feel his hand trailing up to your tits, kneading it as he backs away from your neck, admiring the purple hickeys he just left there.
He notices your sobs and chuckles, "Aww.. weren't you cooking for yourself just a minute ago?.. weren't you hungry?.." he coos and his low tone of voice grazes your ears, as his thumb graces the corner of your lips. "Shh, don't you cry now.. you know that i don't like cry babies.. want me to feed you all night long?" He won't say it out loud but he missed you.
No. He only missed your cunt, not you. The way you clenched around his dick never left his mind since.
And when your lips finds his, you find yourself on the bed the next second, with him on top of you, again.
He made sure to fill you up with his cum that night, both your mouth and your cunt.
ahem. well this isn't proofread cuz im lazy so~~ have the dessert and ignore if theres any mistakes 🫡
LOL tumblr is so broken tbh I'm not surprised. but we can definitely be mutuals !!! (I'll be following from my main blog uwu)
but omg sleep paralysis demon! Gun has been rattling around in my brain for so long. tbh I thought people wouldn't like it bc it's more dark and not as smutty as some of the other stuff I've written so it means a lot to me hearing that you enjoyed it 😭🫶
THANK YOU FOR BLESSING US ALL WITH MORE GUN CRUMBS !!! bc obviously we can't get enough of him around here 🤭
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my honest opinion, and i dont know if its mainly aimed at myself because i fucking hate myself.
but i dont think you are really considered autistic if you were once diagnosed as atypical. like thats not autism, surely, because you have not passed enough points. or so i didnt. at least. i ended up in the middle of *almost* passing.
i even done them tests online and i dont pass as having autism. so weird to even say "i have autism." it doesnt even come naturally to me and i feel beyond embarrassed uttering such words.
i was, and still am considered as such, atypical. but i dont fit into the criteria. people talk a lot about shit that bothers them and meltdowns and whatnot and i dont relate. at all.
people caught me years after school ended and i had severe anxiety, i still do, but they caught me (because IDIOTS were like LETS FORCE THIS BITCH TO GET DIAGNOSED WITH SOMETHING. ANYTHING) saying i have "problems socialising." yea. thats what happens when you're in hermit mode stuck in your room having zero friends, zero contacts. only parents who you speak to. i did not use to have problems socialising. go figure.
i seriously fucking, from the bottom of my mf heart, i wish the ones who "diagnosed" me, i hope they go to fucking hell.
yea. im actually feeling rather angry today. or i do when i think about this shit. which i do. almost every day.
Atypical autism (PDD-NOS), as you know, means you have some symptoms of autism but not all.
However, as you're also aware, it is now part of the autism spectrum. Which, remember, isn't a line.
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Now that is out of the way as a "just in case", let's look at how you're feeling:
You're mad. And totally understandable. You have not found any benefits or community in your diagnosis. You do not feel your diagnosis.
You feel cheated.
And that is totally normal. You may have atypical autism which you've masked. Or you may have been misdiagnosed.
So, what can you do to help yourself? Would you like to go be "re-diagnosed"? Perhaps simply stop using the term?
But also remember that colour wheel of traits above. Not having meltdowns doesn't make you less autistic. It makes you less traumatized.
Autism, at its core, is a social and language disability (and people once diagnosed PDD-NOS can be severely disabled by their traits), and none of us experience it the same.
I don't know your diagnosis history, and that's none of my business. But you're definitely stuck in a middle ground and I think your anger is justified.
Now, we just need to figure out what you can do with that anger to better your life.
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moon-blanket · 5 months
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Oh my god it's Part Two time i'm so scared but we're doing this we're doing this.
Thirty-ish minutes this time. I can handle this lmao !
William ordered Porter here, and it's the Only reason why he's here WILLINGLY. But it's good that Porter admits that he was giving Both of them an alibi. Hopefully he tells Vincent what the Fuck is going on though !
Oh my god no way it's a game of Clue right now
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SWEETHEART IS OKAY !!!!!! THANK GOD DUDE. Milo's worry makes me want to crumble dude i'm- RAAAH.
They got pushed out of the room ? Well that's good. But scary !! What !!!
Damn, more confirmation that CloseKnit had something to do with the Inversion. Sick and fucking Twisted !!!!!!!!
David's worry for Sweetheart WOOOOOO !!!!!!! Love to hear it. That's family right there !!
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ASHER GET HIS ASS !!!!! LET'S GO !!!!!!! PUSHED HIM UP AGAINST A WALL ?????
Hearing Ash pissed off like this !!!! is doing something to me !!!!! He's stepping up !!!!!! Real Beta shit right here !!!!!!!
Porter using Sweetheart for getting the Department an In to start taking down the dominos that lead to CloseKnit is incredibly smart, but of course Incredibly risky-- being the case that Sweetheart didn't get any "useful" information and potentially put their life on the line for it.
Valid arguments from both sides. Porter is smarter than he let on.
HE WAS THERE TOO ? HE CAUSED THE COMMOTION THAT GAVE THEM THE OUT ? PUSHED THEM OUT OF THE ROOM ? HOW POWERFUL IS THIS DUDE.
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OOoooh, Sanguis Primus. How interesting. It's how Quinn got busted i suppose. This is all interesting to hear how it goes down.
Asher asking Milo if they get a vote was very funny. I replayed it for a good two minutes LMAO.
Fuck it up Monarch Baz !!!! Detective it up !! I can't tell the difference between Alexis and Baz other than the cadences of their voices.
DAMN ALEXIS !!!! eating this mf Prince up !!!!!!
And yeah !!! Where the fuck is William !!! What is happening with him !!!!!!
NOT THEM BRINGING UP ADAM !!!!!!!!! YO LEAVE LOVELY OUT OF THIS !! Porter coming to the defense about it is very heartwarming :)
AND HE'S POPPING OFF DEFENDING THE SOLAIRE NAME !!!!!!!!! WOOOOOO !!!!! Hey Porter I'm sat about it, I'm on my knees .. .... hey uh hi uh are you Single hey uh hi !!!!!!!!!! wow !!!!!!!!!!
DEMON "BLOOD" KNIFE ??? Works as vampire poison ???? An equalizer ?? Rare as fuck to obtain ??? Horrible Half-Life ??? Well that's not highly suspicious at all. I wonder who it could be
DAMN EVERYONE GET CHRIS'S ASS !!!!! Oh he's definitely guilty he Has to be.
YEAH MILO YOU TELL HIM !!!!!! Calling Milo a dog in return and talking about a leash is fucking Crazy !!!!!!!!! Thank you Baz for having his back (even though you called Asher a "pup") !!!!!!
No trace of Sweetheart in the room during the murder :') that's nice to hear.
YEAAAAAAAAH THEY GOT HIM-- WHAT.. . . . THEY JUST KILLED HIM LIKE THAT ? Okay ! Sure ! Vampire Justice... hooray !!!
"The House of Bennett just lost the game." actually goes hard as fuck.
I'm glad that the murder got Some kind of ending and justice, sure. But I feel as though there are several other strings still being pulled in all of this.
Oh man poor Vincent and Lovely :( Lovely's past trauma getting dragged up in front of guests like it's nothing. Both of their "first" real shows in vampire political business goes down in metaphorical flames. They're about to learn some heavy truths that have been hidden from Vincent for So Long.... and the night isn't even halfway over. Surely nothing else could Possibly happen. Right ?
William, what are you hiding ?
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