#{{ and sometimes fully act playful about the entire thing }}

[frozenambiguity]

Anonymous asked:

Does he believe that he would be spurned by the archon if his heritage came out?

Ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly, but only with yes and no.

«No».

[starmosaics]

I want to hug every person out there with a harsh moon-saturn aspect. A person with this aspect likely went through some hardships in areas of childhood; especially in regards to the relationship with their caregiver/mother. Their caregiver (usually the mother) could have been emotionally distant therefore being unable to provide proper nurturance a child needs. Maybe the mother herself was dealing with her own emotional distress during her pregnancy or after the child was born. I’ve also seen people with this aspect (including my own experience with this aspect) who had a caregiver that struggled with some sort of addiction or that the child was a witness/victim to some form of abuse. Facing poverty is also something that’s commonly seen. Because of the lack of warmth in their upbringings, this could heavily impact one’s sense of self worth. They end up internalizing the mother’s actions/words or lack-thereof believing that the reason their caregiver is so distant (whether it be emotionally or physically) or acted that way towards the child was because of something they had done.

Building solid and healthy relationships for these people is quite difficult as well. They have to learn how to accept other people’s warmth and nurturance and allow others in. Because it’s so foreign to these people to be on the receiving end of things, they could entirely self sabotage or have this innate belief that they’re unworthy of recieving another’s loving gestures. Many moon-saturn people feel that they need to take on the role of both the mother and father and step into a place of needing to be responsible for everyone and everything. They are often the most mature within their families and amongst their peers. They need to realize that it’s not their job to carry the weight of the world and that they’re only responsible for their own words and actions. They often have very depressive thoughts that causes them to dwell or deeply ruminate. Sometimes they have very rigid perspectives and see things through a black and white lens and have distorted beliefs. It’s almost like they have a weighted blanket covering the mind, and a chain wrapped around their heart. Because of their commonly cold upbringings, these people have a hard time healthily expressing their emotions. They may often feel numb or scared to express how they really feel.

Some common misconceptions people make about these folks is that they’re incapable of being emotionally open, that they’re cold and have no heart or that they’re too in their heads (the last one might be true lol). These people haven’t been dealt the greatest cards and they need to establish a sense of trust within themselves and between them and the other before they feel open to express how they’re truly feeling. They’ve build walls around themselves to keep their heart protected. You won’t be able to win their trust easily, it takes time (saturn). They likely care about you but are reluctant to showing it because they fear rejection or dismissal. Many people also think these people are boring or are somewhat robotic. Moon-saturn people likely weren’t allowed to act on their childlike qualities or really delve into their interests due to growing up so fast because of the kind of environment they experienced in their upbringing so their expression is somewhat diluted. These people are silly and have a side to them that is playful and lighthearted and they have incredible interests that they usually express when they’re by themselves. It takes time for them to fully open up; it requires patience.

Here are some things a moon-saturn person can do to work with and hopefully overcome this harsh aspect:

Therapy (CBT, DBT, Trauma therapy, Somatic therapy).

Allow yourself to do things you weren’t allowed to do as a child.

Work on reframing the mind.

Work on getting out of scarcity mindset.

Do things that bring you joy and make you smile/laugh.

Write a gratitude list.

Talk to trees/plants/animals. They’re the least judgmental of all living things.

Create a space that’s comforting for you.

Journal.

Develop a healthy sense of self worth (You can use affirmations, express yourself how you want, tell yourself you’re deserving of good things, meditating, practice self compassion, accept yourself for who you are, etc.).

Get a ESA/service pet.

Write letters to yourself.

When faced with difficult situations, find the lesson within them.

If your family adds stress to your life, set boundaries with them or fully cut them off.

Find community (there’s community all around).

Write down the beliefs you have about yourself and look at them from an objective POV. Recognize how harmful they might be.

Work on your relationships. If you have friends and they’ve stuck around, there’s a reason they’re still there. Open up and allow them in. The right ones will stay in your life.

If in a romantic relationship, openly express your love for that person. Don’t hold back.

Make time once or twice a month where you and your partner can sit and openly discuss how you guys feel within and about the relationship.

Eat a hot meal.

Find new hobbies!

[allmightstoehair]

﹒Haikyuu!! Boyfriend + yachi headcanons pt. 2 !⟡﹒- heyy……

characters: Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Bokuto Kotaro, Sugawara Koushi, Kuroo Tetsuro, Yachi Hitoka (1 aged-up headcanons for all of them) beware!

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Tobio Kageyama

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!tobio who at the start of your relationship, has no idea how to act—like, does he need to adjust his entire personality now?? he overthinks every interaction, silently panicking before realizing he just needs to be himself.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!tobio who expresses love through simple practicality. “Did you eat? Drink water? Stretch properly?” —not because he’s overbearing, but because caring about you is natural to him when it comes to practicing with you. volleyball, i mean.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!tobio who doesn’t get flirting, but when he compliments you, its so unintentionally heart stopping. “You look good today, but then again you always look good. You look better,” he’ll say. sometimes you aren’t sure how to take it but you laugh and kiss him on the cheek in response so he must be doing something right.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!tobio who leans into touch more now with you than ever. he’s experienced your full love, and now he never wants to be without it.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!tobio who when learning to be affectionate, asks seriously, “Did I do it right?” after kissing you for the first time—like its a skill that needs feedback rather than instinct.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!tobio who when resting next to you, subconsciously matches your breathing, falling into your rhythm without realizing how deeply it shows his attachment.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!tobio who randomly catches himself looking at you, staring even. and when you notice—he just blinks at you instead of looking away. he mutters—“You’re really pretty,” like it’s just a fact he’s stating.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!tobio who gets frustrated when his body isn’t cooperating with him and he gets sick —“I’m wasting time. I should be practicing. “—but when you brush his hair back and whisper, “You need to rest, Tobio.” his entire demeanor softens immediately.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!tobio who when you grab his collar in playful annoyance, his brain short circuts. his lips part, as if they’re ready for you to lean in and kiss him already.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!tobio who if he walks away during a heated argument, it’s never out of apathy. never out of just abandoning you because he’s upset—but because he doesn’t know how to process everything at once, because he needs space before saying something he’ll regret. he’s done it in the past with friends, but he wont let himself do it with you.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!tobio who if you hold his hand, lean on him, or steal his hoodie, he gets all stiff for a second like his system is rebooting—but after the initial shock, he softens instantly.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!tobio who finds you incredibly mesmerizing when you're fully in the zone—whether it's reading, drawing, or working on something. His stare is intense, but it’s full of admiration. If you catch him looking, he’ll immediately pretend he wasn’t. (Terrible liar, by the way.)

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Tadashi Yamaguchi

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!yama who grabs your fingers and traces them when your other hand is buys writing notes for a big test coming up that you needed to study for.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!yama who laughs loudly at your jokes even if they’re bad. like, full—hearted, genuine laughter. he thinks you’re hilarious and that its fascinating the things you come up with.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!yama who is your biggest fan. literally. whatever passion, hobby, or interest you have, he automatically asks a million questions about it. he loves when you ramble and it gets him excited when you’re excited, so it’s a mutual exchange. sometimes he’ll get side tracked, and just likes to look at your lips when you talk. ‘yeahp. yeah. so..interesting. god, fuck I wanna kiss you so bad.’ he’ll think to himself.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!yama who loves those sleepy, groggy conversations with you over the phone when you’re overtly tired.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!yama who lays in between your thighs like he’s in heaven. “man, am I at the pearly gates or what?” he’ll joke. it made you laugh so hard he himself giggled. he’s obsessed with them. always finding ways to be near them when you guys are alone.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!yama who texts you the dumbest updates ever. at any time of the day. “I think Tsukki’s mad at me, I tripped, bumped into him and made him drop his dinosaur shaped ice cream. send reinforcements😕!” you giggle at his text, like you can hear him saying these exact words, picture his exact expression.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!yama who winces ever so slightly when you raise your voice at him during argument, but never cries. he just hates when you raise your voice but understands you’re trying to get a point across.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!yama who gets so frustrated with you when you don’t open up to him. he’s here. “Oh, for god’s sake just talk to me, Y/N!” he’ll plead, but with no success.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!yama who asks you to try and practice volleyball with him. (if you play) “You’re so good, awesome, amazing even, come on,” he says as he leads you outside your home, buttering you up so you don’t say no.

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Bokuto Kotaro

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!bokuto who is incapable of hiding his excitement when he sees you. expect wild hand waves and dramatic squeals. “BABEE!!!” greetings with a bunch of kisses to your nose and cheeks.

 ﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!bokuto who randomly goes soft mid-chaos. one second he’s goofing off, telling you meaningless things, the next he’s leaning his head to the side with a “..Man, I love you so much.”

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!bokuto who loves play-fighting but sucks at holding his own strength back. sometimes he’ll literally lay on you and you have to hit him seriously for him to get off.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!bokuto who sings while doing household chores. and in the shower? it’s like ariana grande shit in your ears. it’s bad.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!bokuto who considers grocery shopping a date. he gets way too invested in picking the best snacks. “OKAY. WHO CAN GET THE BEST CRUNCHY SNACK FIRST. READY. GO.” and you guys are off running to different isles while getting weird stares.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!bokuto who refuses to let you carry things he deems heavy. he swoops in and grabs it whenever you try. “Babe, it’s just a bag of flour—“ “IT’S TOO HEAVY.”

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!bokuto who steals bites of your food without shame and gives you kisses right aftewards to makeup for it.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!bokuto who tries to teach you volleyball but often forgets how beginning people learn. he speaks too fast and waves his arms back and forth while explaining certain things.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!bokuto who physically can’t handle seeing you cry. it’s not a good strain on his chest and he always massages it gently and sighs. he pulls you into tight hugs, knowing the pressure helps your synthetic nervous system relax.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!bokuto who you introduced to ‘Paramore’ and he’s officially obsessed.

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Sugawara Koushi

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!suga who was starstruck from the first moment he saw you. he couldn’t believe how someone could be so radiant and beautiful. as cliche as it sounds, it was love at first sight.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!suga who when he’s jealous, you can barely tell. he’ll just brush it off and smile because he reassures himself that you’re his. he trusts you with his heart and knows you won’t break it.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!suga who wraps his arm around your waist from behind when you’re in the kitchen, or standing up doing something. he won’t let go until he’s gotten a few kisses in return.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!suga who calls you ‘lovely’ or ‘love’ it’s a simple name, but uniquely his for you. “What’s wrong, love?” he’ll coo if he sees you having a rough day or “‘Course, lovely,” he says with a big grin when you ask him if you can watch his practices.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!suga who tutors with kisses. he’s very aware you have a mildly short attention span, so he likes to kiss you to keep you engaged. “Now, if you get this right,—“ he points to the paper, tapping his finger up and down. “You get a kiss. Get it wrong, I pinch ya.” you groan, but never get an answer wrong when you start.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!suga who asks Daichi for help on things to do for you on your birthday like he has more experience than him.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!suga who doesn’t get along with his parents. they’re tough people, so they tell him he’s ‘too soft’ or ‘too feminine’ which really works him up. he runs to you for guidance and comfort.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!suga who brings you baskets of your favorite things when you tell him that you’re on your period. he’s done his research and even asks you what you like so when it’s that time of the month, he goes out and buys those things to bring them to you. he’ll skip practice if he has to just to be with you and comfort and hold you.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!suga who even if you guys have been together for more a while, gets shy with an unprecedented kiss on the lips in front of other students. especially his teammates because he knows they’ll tease him about it later during practice.

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Kuroo Tetsuro

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!kuroo who started off as an academic rival. you two would compete in all of your classes that you had together, giving mean glances when the other got higher on a test, cliche stuff like that.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!kuroo who gets way too invested in dumb conversations when he’s bored. And he fights like he’s an attorney trying to win a trial. “A pizza isn’t a pizza with fruit on it, Y/N. Pineapple is a fruit. Therefore you don’t like pineapple on your pizza. That’s just a blob of shit—“

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!kuroo who has a habit of fixing you up or providing acts of service. If your tie is messy he’ll pull you in aggressively and fix it for you, or if strands of hair are annoying you, he’ll pull a clip out of nowhere and clip it back. phone battery low? look no further. he’s got a charger and WILL find a port for it.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!kuroo who plays those ‘Guess my Chapstick’ games with you but ends up eating your face. not—literally but he kisses you endlessly like there’s no tomorrow.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!kuroo who rambles when he’s nervous. you don’t see it often, but if he’s trying to mentally prepare for a game, he’ll talk your ear off, switching topics at the speed of light. it’s a moment where he’s not so tacky with his teasing—a moment of vulnerability.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!kuroo who hoovers you about doing your homework. “Stop procrastinating and get it done or no kisses for a day.” he’ll tell you. “A day? Psh. I can handle that” “A week.” “FINE OKAY.”

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!kuroo who talks about his pet goldfish he used to own like he’s a dead relative. his name was Ponyo, and he’s very dramatic when he tells the story of how Ponyo was dead on the floor when he came back from school one afternoon. He jumped out of the tank.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!kuroo who loves to slow dance in convenience stores when theres romantic music playing. he doesn’t give a shit who’s watching. he’s pulling you into a lazy twirl away from your shopping cart. “Just humor me,” he’ll say cheekily.

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!kuroo who fills silence with dumb hypotheticals. “What if we switched bodies for a day,” he asked you one day during a dinner date when you both ran out of things to talk about. or that one time at lunch when he asked, “Would you still love me if I had a handlebar mustache?” (why is he like this)

﹒⪩⪨ boyfriend!kuroo whose first instinct in small arguments is to joke, defuse tension with a smirk—but the moment he sees frustration flicker in your eyes, his grin fades, his expression sharpens, and he quietly says “Alright. Let’s talk.” and he’ll sit you down and talk with you

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Yachi Hitoka

﹒⪩⪨ girlfriend!yachi who is flustered towards every single romantic gesture you throw her way. just a tuck of hair behind her ears and she squeaks quietly under her breath. she knows she loves you, but sometimes her brain just short-circuits over the fact that you love her too.

﹒⪩⪨ girlfriend!yachi who accidentally gets possesive over you. if a player from the team, or even some random eyeballs you for too long, she catches herself glaring a little. when you tease her, she’ll deny it. “WHAT? NO I WASN’T THATS—okay maybe a little..but they shouldn’t be staring at my beautiful Y/N!”

﹒⪩⪨ girlfriend!yachi who struggles with compliments even though she makes them so effortlessly. “Gorgeous? Me? Whaaa—don’t be such a sweet talker I’m not all that,” she’s wave her hand and brush it off.

﹒⪩⪨ girlfriend!yachi who worries about her presence bothering you. her thumbs will hover over the keyboard after her second text was sent, wondering if she should add more. “Maybe I’m bothering them..” she’ll mumble to herself as she shuts off her phone.

﹒⪩⪨ girlfriend!yachi who takes pictures of everything to save and show you later. flowers? saved. another fight between Kageyama and Hinata? saved. weird posters in the club rooms? saved.

﹒⪩⪨ girlfriend!yachi who murmurs soft confessions while you’re cuddling. an “I love you so much,” or “You’re awesome..” will slip past her lips before she dozes off into the comfort of your arms.

﹒⪩⪨ girlfriend!yachi who can’t handle spicy food but she knows you love it so she’s constantly getting you those spicy chips you like, or buying you spicy ramen.

﹒⪩⪨ girlfriend!yachi who gets so nervous during serious conversations, but she takes deep breaths and makes sure you know she’s listening because she knows communication is important to you and your relationship.

(oh. my, god, i love yachi.)

[stararch4ngelqueen]

A Compromise

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Time Written - 12:44 p.m

Jason Todd/pregnantfem!reader

(Again, if you don’t like how rugged he looks, bite me)

“Y’know, sometimes you stink when you come back,” you say, making him both aware of your presence behind him, attempting some form of amusement to break the ice.

His fingers halt on the buckles on his gun harness upon hearing your voice, his back facing the doorway from where he sat on the bed. He doesn’t turn around, not moving in response to what you say. You hadn’t spoken much to him since the night before, and this is what you say?

Of course he knows he stinks. After every patrol, he reeks of wet dirt, filthy water from putrid puddles lining the alleyways, and blood. Or something similar with a rusty, metallic tinge, and that’s not exactly a clean scent.

Jason halted his actions, not sure how to answer that. Sure, maybe he’s not all that hygienic when he’s out on a mission, but that’s a normal thing right? That’s what he comes home for, for nice hot showers and time with his girl.

He grumbles silently to himself, knowing you only make such comments to annoy him. Given the tension between you both was a still little rough, maybe you weren’t as angry as before, given how you started talking to him again.

“Do I? Only sometimes?” He sounds oh so surprised whilst peeking a glance over his shoulder, a sheepish grin playing across his face. One that he couldn’t hold back when he sees you there, all ready for bed while he was gearing up for ‘work.’

“More like all the time, right?” he adds, his tone dripping with a light hint of sarcasm as he pulled his gloves on.

“A good eighty percent,” You muster up another comment, your fingers fiddling with your shirt.

"Eighty, Doll?" He sighs heavily, his arm crossed over his chest in mock distress over this. How he was choosing to act this way slightly caught you by surprise, given you had limited view of what he was doing.

Of course he wouldn’t admit it yet, but he had missed the way you would tease him about variously stupid things—your attitude was what he really enjoyed the most about you.

“So you’re saying I don’t smell about two out of ten times?” he counters confidently, gazing up as if in deep thought. “Not a horrible percentage. Not great though, either.”

A faint tongue click erupted from the front door, causing a tickle in the corner of his lip.

"Why not just say I always stink, huh?" he asks, his tone slightly playful, a faint smile growing his face.

"I guess I could take a bath, but.." Jason trails off, exaggerating his shrugging shoulders. "You do know I'm a guy, right? Baths aren't my thing."

You then scoff, rolling your eyes after his little arrogant display. How does Jason manage to be so frustrating with his undivided attempt at cocky humor?

“Sure, whatever.” You mumble, lightly settling a hand on your protruding stomach.

Jason stood from his perch on the edge of the bed, fully taking in your slouched stance along the doorway. Fresh out of a shower, hair styled for sleep, wearing a purposefully oversized shirt to accommodate your expanding bump you mindlessly nestled along your palm.

He sighs, unable to help feeling a little more guilty by the second. His gaze lingered along your bump, slightly chewing on the inner corner of his cheek.

“Fine, Fine. When I get back I’ll go take a damn bath.” He groans as if it’s a massive chore thrown on his shoulders while reaching for his jacket. “But only because you asked.”

“Jason,” you gruff, watching him put on another sly grin before adjusting the rest of his uniform, tugging his jacket over his shoulders.

"And I still think baths aren't necessary. Showers? Sure, soaps are a necessity. But baths? Complete waste of time."

“That’s not what I’m—“ you start, but ultimately stop and sigh.

His unnecessary ranting just proved he was sidetracking off the topic that hung over both your heads. The reason you both yelled at each other the entire night before he vanished from your sight. The reason you were left in an empty house until his usual return around six in the morning, but even then silence was the main music that filled the space.

Safety; the whole topic had been about Jason’s safety.

He knows you’re concerned every day he heads out the door each night. He knows you want him to be safe, or as safe as he can possibly manage whilst carrying two guns and a plethora of hidden knives on his person.

He remembers being so frustrated, so damn angry, though he even wasn’t sure what had brought it on. You weren’t even hostile when you sat down with him to talk about it, never raised your voice once until he did it first.

He remembered how much he wanted to make you understand that he has to be out there. Very very few people in Gotham do what Jason does, but truly, no one does exactly what he does.

Straightening yourself, you glance off to the side, fighting back an irritating groan before sighing in defeat.

“Look Jay, I’m not gonna push it.” You look him in the eyes, taking your genuine, honest approach, just like you had done before all hell had broken loose. “Just understand, I just want you to be more careful, okay? That’s all I wanted.”

Doing what he does never guarantees he comes home unscathed. His sides still ached from deep bruises along his ribs, a gash along his back was still tightly shut with dissolvable stitches. The clean cut along his lower right cheek was still secured with butterfly bandaids.

You only suggested he stayed home to rest. To recover, to heal. You never called him weak, though he was weak minded to take your words the wrong way.

“No, I get it,” Jason mumbles, his brow furling as he approaches, heavy combat boots creaking against the floor. “You’re right. About all of it.”

He wasn’t ashamed to admit it, despite the conflict rattling in his brain. It’s not just them anymore. The two of you’ve come so far together, your biggest worry was the two of you not being on the same page.

Jason moves a hand towards your stomach, gently rubbing his palm around the most precious part of of your body.

All he just wants is for you to understand that he’s not the same Jason he was all those years ago, not the Jason you remember. Not the man who allowed his anger to slaughter crime lords and take a role into a drug ring.

He’s much better than that. He struggles, yes, but he tries.

“I just want you and the baby to be safe,” He states, watching your brows soften with a slow nod.

“I know you do.” You whisper with understandable certainty. Not once did that doubt ever cross your mind, and it never will.

He can’t help but smile, his forehead resting against yours. So close together that your noses touch.

Now, last night feels like an eternity ago. Jason didn’t storm out of the house with a bubbling bottle of unfit rage, you didn’t cling to your phone and have trouble sleeping over his whereabouts throughout the night.

“You worry about me, babe. I appreciate that more than you can know.” He murmurs, exhaling softly through his nose. “But this is … think about this being another way I can take care of you. Of us, alright?”

You blink, swallowing slowly before nodding in acceptance. Your eyes flutter, the bottom of your throat slightly burning, but you maintain your composure.

Jason was going to keep doing what he does; continue being Red Hood, continue keeping you safe. That’s just the way it was going to have to be, even after the baby becomes a babbling bundle in your arms.

“You could just stay here tonight at least. Hang out with us instead,” you casually insist, raising a hand to stroke his uninjured cheek. “We can order in pizza, find something on Netflix. Cuddle under a thousand sherpa blankets.”

Jason exhales, tilting his head back with closed eyes.

What he would give to drop it all and commit to such a tempting suggestion. Really, he would.

If what he did wasn’t do damn important, if they didn’t live in such a crooked city, taking up your offer would be a lot better than a chest of ten grand abandoned on the street.

“Another time, princess. I can always make it up to you.” He smiles back down at you, settling both hands on each side of your hips.

“How do I smell, by the way?” he questions. “Because if I smell so bad you aren’t going to kiss me.”

Your response was to smile and playfully shove his shoulder, only for his hands to hold you closer, fingers squeezing your plush body.

“That’s mean, Mister Todd.”

He laughs, slowly leading to a snicker. “Don’t deny it—I know you.”

His voice lowers towards the end of his sentence, leaning closer to kiss you. With an additional squeeze, Jason feels your arms lock around the back of his neck in a warm embrace.

Your soft bump lightly pressed against his lower waist, nudging against the buckle of his gear belt. In a few more months, their growing baby would be putting physical distance between them, resorting in him picturing more intimate methods he could hug you as closely as possible.

A emphasizing reminder of his priorities for fighting crime nearly almost every night.

“I’m thinking it’ll be a boy,” you whisper, watching his head lower to settle against your shoulder, his gaze trailing straight down in between your bodies.

“Think he’ll wanna take after me?” He asks, heavy lidded eyes flickering up towards yours in question.

“Well, boy or girl, I would hope they have your eyes,” you reply, enjoying the warmth and comfort of him against you. Just having him close made your heartbeat relax, having you feel nearly good about life. Just for a minute.

“In attitude? I would absolutely think so.”

Jason smiles, returning his attention back towards your bump. He tries to make that thought more comforting, but he’s nervous and tense just as you are at the end of the day.

He hopes they turn out as warm as you are. Warm, comforting, happy and safe. A safety Jason adores every single time he comes back to you, a comfort that made him regret leaving you alone the other night.

You’re his weakness, and he knows it.

“You can make it up by bringing back pizza.” You suggest, hearing him snort.

“Doll, What kind of pizza place is open at five?”

You purse your lips. Valid point.

“I guess Benny’s will work,” you mumble, hands trailing over his shoulders. “Or you’re not allowed back in the house.”

A short smirk invades Jason’s face. He had to come home with a maple sausage breakfast sandwich from a local diner, or face the wrath of locked doors and windows.

Luckily for him, Benny’s opens at five in the morning. Four on weekends.

Jason exaggerates another exhale through his nose, thankful he didn’t slip on his mask as he spares a kiss on your right temple. Whatever you want, even if it was the keys to the Batmobile or the rights to a planet, it’s yours, as long as he gets to come home to you.

“I gotcha, mama.”

[orcasoul]

Joel Miller Headcanons:

Joel's And Your First Time

Warnings: Smut (under 18's DNI), fluff.

Word Count: 1,703

Joel can't remember the last time he felt a connection this strongly with a woman. He finds himself lost in your enigmatic pull, noticing every little thing about you, from the way your nose scrunches when you giggle, how you become so passionate when talking about a subject close to your heart, the way you hold yourself with grace, your playful and witty personality and how your natural beauty radiates without even having to try.

Sometimes he can't fathom how someone like you could want someone like him, yet here you both are, seven months into your relationship. That word still sound so strange to Joel. In a brutal world of cordyceps and lawlessness he'd never even wanted a romantic relationship. For the longest time he was fine with no strings attached hookups, never daring to invest any emotion in a woman who could be torn away in the blink of an eye. It was better that way.

But then you waltzed into his life and pulled the rug from under his feet, sending his walls crashing to the ground. A few months of flirting, subtle gestures and stolen glances was all it took before the two of you confessed your mutual love for one another and you've both been inseparable ever since, even gaining the nickname 'The Lovebirds' by some of Jackson's residents.

Sitting on the setee, watching your eyes sparkle in the light of the fireplace as you tell Joel yet another story of your life 'Before', he realises how much he hangs on your every word, the sweet lilt of your voice is something he'll never be able to get enough of. Setting his whisky glass on your table, Joel turns back to you observing how you suddenly seem nervous. "You okay?'" Joel asks, his voice soft with concern. "Yeah... um... I'm good," you answer sheepishly, then put your glass next to his.

Before Joel knows what's happening, you're straddling his lap, kissing him deeply and sensually, your hands delicately gripping his hair, while his own find their way to your waist, pulling you tight against his body. Your sudden moan into his mouth electrifies Joel's entire body, arousal coursing it's way south. "Joel?..." his name leaves your lips in a breathless whisper, as you pull away slightly, noses still touching. "Mmhmm," Joel hums, lost in the haze of you. "I want you to make love to me." Oh, that cleared his foggy mind!

He pulls his head back, quickly, assessing your expression to see if it's what you really want, if maybe you'd just let it slip out without thinking, but all he can see is love and want written all over your face. "Are you sure?" he asks, just to be thorough, "I told you I don't mind waiting." Hell, he'd wait until the end of time if that's what it took just to be with you. He knows that to you, sex is a very emotional and intimate act, never being one for hookups and he respects the hell out of that. After all, everyone is different.

He let's out a deep groan as you rub your core over his very obvious hard-on. "I want you, Joel. I want all of you," you purr seductively into his ear, "I'm ready, take me to bed, baby." Joel chuckles at the little yelp you give as he grips both of your arse cheeks and effortlessly stands up, carrying you up the stairs with ease. He gently sets you down on the bed, lifting your chin to look ardently in to your eyes. "You really want this?" "I do," you smile up at him with the biggest heart eyes, "I want to feel the man I love inside me."

Joel wastes no time in pulling your top off, followed by your bra, all of your clothes, until you are fully naked before him and what a fucking sight you are! "So beautiful," Joel gushes as he takes in the sight of utter perfection. Moments later, his own clothes are a discarded pile on the floor and he watches as your roving eyes greedily drink him in, staring at his hardened shaft, while biting your bottom lip. You eagerly pull Joel on top of you as you lay back on the bed. Hands wander, seeking out bare flesh as you both fully explore each other's bodies for the first time.

Joel trails wet, languid kisses down you neck, feeling your pulse quicken under his tounge, until he reaches your breasts. He gently latches his mouth to your breast, swirling his tounge around your pebbled nipple. A grin spreads over his face as you arch your chest upwards, seeking more of his mouth. Joel releases your nipple with a 'pop' and a devilish smirk. "I'm gonna take good care of you, sweetheart," he croons while slowly moving his fingers to your soft folds. "So wet already," he marvels, "All this for me, huh?"

His fingers then find your clit and he starts to rub in circles, gradually building speed, resulting in a spectacle he'll never forget; Your head tipped back, mouth in the shape of an 'o', your chest heaving and the melody of your euphoric cry as he draws the first orgasm from your trembling body. He allows you to catch your breath for a minute, enjoying your blissed out appearance. "Think you can give me another one, sweetheart?" he asks in a sultry tone. "Mmhmm...," you nod, deliriously.

Joel's thick fingers slide down to your entrance, carefully parting your lips. Slowly and delicately, he pushes one finger into the warmth of your tunnel, followed by another, stroking your spongy spot until he can tell you're close. He kisses down your belly as your moans grow louder, finally settling on your clit. Between pumping his fingers in and out and licking and sucking your sensitive bundle, he has turned you into a writhing mess beneath him, griping his hair and bucking up into his mouth.

Every obscene moan, pant and wail coming from you is music to Joel's ears, causing him to smile against your sex. He's the one making you feel this good. With a shudder of your thighs and a scream of his name, your second orgasm crashes over you, coating him in your juices. Joel laps at your release like a man parched, the sweetest nectar to ever grace his tastebuds. "You still with me, darling?" Joel teases as he moves up your body to kiss you, giving you a taste of your own release. "Yeah... Joel, that was.. wow!" you pant as you begin to come back down from your high.

Joel's painfully hard cock presses into your hip, a testament to just how much he wants you. "Your turn," you smirk as you reach down, wrapping your soft hand around his girth, slowly pumping, while spreading a bead of pre cum over his glistening head. Joel knows he won't last much longer if you keep this up. Reaching down to lightly grab your hand, he stops your ministrations. "Darling, I'm not gonna last much longer like this and I want to feel your pussy around my cock, now," he groans. " Then take it," you purr, nipping his neck, "It's all yours."

Good god! He feels ready to blow his load from your words alone. Lining himself up at your entrance, Joel gazes into your eyes as he slowly sinks into your heat, causing both of you to gasp as he bottoms out. Your arms and legs wrap around his body, holding him in place, both of you remaining still to relish in this new intimacy. After a few moments you whine, "Fuck me, Joel!", your hand grabbing his arse cheek. He dosen't need to be told twice! Pulling out to the tip, he pushes himself back in, with just the right amount of force to begin with, thrusting harder and faster as your moans become louder and your nails dig into his shoulders. "oh, Joel! Right there, baby!"

He knows there'll be little crescent shapes over his back for a few days. He'll wear them as a badge of honour! "Fuck, sweetheart! So...ugh... tight,... ugh... so perfect!" He's getting close now, wishing it would never end; The velvety soft warmth enveloping his dick, squeezing and pulsing with every thrust is intoxicating, heightening all of his senses. The downright sinful sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin, accompanied with your cry of his name may just be Joel's new favourite sounds.

Joel reaches between your bodies to circle your clit once again, determined to draw one last orgasm from you before he reaches his own climax. It only takes several seconds before you are clamping down on his cock, thighs gripping him like a vice, voice shuddering as you gush all over his pubic area. Chasing his own release, Joel asks, "where do you want me?" "On my... tits," you reply breathlessly. Another few thrusts and Joel quickly pulls out, painting your heaving chest in thick ropes of hot cum.

He flops down beside you as you both catch your breath. Pressing his forehead to yours and gently stroking your arm, Joel whispers, "You okay, darling? Wasn't too rough?" The blissfully fucked out look on your face alone tells Joel you're okay. "I'm great, baby. More than great!" Joel gazes adoringly at you while you cup his cheek in one hand. "That was everything I hoped it would be. How was it for you?" Joel smiles broadly, "Fucking amazing, sweet girl!" He presses a kiss to your forehead, then to your nose, then to your lips.

"Be right back," he says as he heads to the bathroom. Moments later he returns with a warm, wet towel and tenderly cleans you up. Laying back down beside you, he takes you in his arms, bringing your head to rest on his chest as you both bask in the afterglow of your actions. Joel can tell by your slow, even breathes that you've fallen alseep. He takes this moment to appreciate everything about you, his heart aching with how much love he holds for you. You are IT for him, The One, and you were absolutely worth waiting for.

[fatalfairies]

SECOND PRINCE!SATORU GOJO x CARETAKER!READER

art credit: @/iorighin on X

a/n: not proofread but it’s cute

When you first saw Satoru,you felt sorry,such a beautiful man in the peak of his youth,he was sitting on the bed with his back supported on the pillows on the headboard slat of the large,luxurious bed.

“If you feel pity,please leave and do not return” were his very first words to you as you looked at him feeling questioned. Yes,you did feel sorry for him but you did not pity him.

“Well then,Your Highness,there is not any chance I am leaving.”

At first,he was distant to you yet polite. He tried to avoid as much help as he could from you. But maybe he forgot that the only reason you’re present here is for the sole reason of taking care of him and if that required you to use a little force,then you wouldn’t really mind. A part of you was being selfish and you were fully aware of it.

You had been recently widowed after your stupid bastard of a husband sacrificed himself to a war which brought no fruition and you were relieved. But the consequences which came along with was something you wouldn’t accept by any means,neither were you ready to become a nun and devote your life to god nor did you want to remarry most likely yet another man.

And this was the perfect opportunity for you for to become the second prince’s caretaker. To the eyes of others,a woman who had been recently widowed is helpless and serving a member of the Imperial Family would help with that.

During the first few months,Satoru disliked you,no that’s being too harsh,he by no means disliked you but he disliked how even a flutter of his eyelashes would draw your attention to him.

He had been pampered and taken care his entire life,as a prince it is nothing surprising.

Yet why is that under the gaze of your eyes,he feels so vulnerable and cared for like never before.

Satoru feels as though he had been brought back to his childhood when you promise to read him a book or take him to a stroll in the lovely imperial gardens or play board games with him.

In all these months,you had find out many things about him and one thing you were definetly sure of is that he never craved the power of the throne and crown as many might assume. All he wanted was to be free and enjoy his life.

As a Prince who has no way of inheriting the throne,he should have these luxuries but that is utterly wrong. He is always followed around by some guards or maids as though he is a helpless child and that is all because of this sickness.

It might be the cause he’s weak despite being born in a dynasty of powerful men and women but that is no reason to treat him as a porcelain doll that can break at any moment.

And he hates himself for it,sometimes.

Spending all these months with you he has rediscovered many things he thought were long lost in his distant memories. You were reading him a novel as a gift after he had his meal and medicine like a good bo..prince.

“Why are you staring me with such intensity,Your Highness ? Are you not enjoying this book ?” You asked him,your eyes leaving the pages of the book as you stare into his cerulean eyes. Hearing your voice other than reading the lines of the book,he looks at you,snapped back to reality as his mouth gapes open slightly,”No,you’re a good storysteller and have gotten the voice of a heavenly nymph.”

“Why,thank you. I’ll be sure to read them more to you since you are so fond of me doing so.” You return words back,playfully. Maybe there were improvements in your relationship with him afterall.

You didn’t quite expect the distant man you met months ago to have this playful. Although,it is indeed infinetly better than a man who acts like he’s constipated,such as your dead husband.

“Say,My Prince,what is your favourite flower ?” You asked looking at him as your hands were supporting his tall figure as you strolled with in the vast garden with a smile on your face.

“Any flower you bring me.” He says,chuckling. “I’m serious. Do not be silly.” “But you do prefer that.”

“Hm,alright then,I’ll just consider my favourite flower yours too.”

“I’d prefer that far better,anything favoured by you suddenly becomes favoured by me as well.”

“You’re being such a deceptive charmer. I am relieved I am the only lady who knows this side of yours,Your Highness.”

“It’s Satoru. Also,why ? are you afraid they would inevitably fall for my princely charms ?”

“Quite the opposite,My Prince.”

“Rude. But it’s sweet coming from you.”

Maybe this was the starting of something much more intimate yet unknown to both of you what would end up blooming in your hearts.

[ma1dmer]

Warhammer - Xavier Calcazar NSFW

i am soooooo predictable it isn't even funny

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): he is a gentleman, as much as he is tempted just to send you off and keep working, he stays by your side, calls to have some water or food brought for the both of you and asks about your day, not entirely committed to the conversation, his mind drifting off to what he needs to do, but he does show you he cares.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): at the end of the day, beneath the armor of power and influence of the Inquisition and beneath his literal armor, he is a simple man. he likes tits. he loves accessories and clothes that subtly draw attention to your chest, the first piece of clothing you lose one way or another when things get hot and heavy is always your shirt, he'll cup, pinch, slap your chest until its a nice red colour and he loves when you ride him so he can watch your abused tits bounce in front of him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): he loves cumming on your body, your chest, your face, your tongue so he can watch you swallow, he wishes he could have a picture of you like that to keep him company in his lonely nights.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): he is a bit of an exhibitionist and a voyeur, he will never actually bring up the idea to you, but in another universe, he'd love to show you off a bit more perhaps, bring up a lover he can show how to fuck you properly to, let them take over as he sits back and enjoys his drink, offering his own commentary here and there, directing the pace and positions like his own personal movie. in the end he'll have you as well, just to prove to you how much better he clearly is.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): he has a lot of experience, most of it in his youth before becoming the inquisitor lord of the koronus expanse.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): bent over his desk or on your back with your knees pressed to your chest, he'll even let you wear his rosette, tuck the chain between your tits to hear the beads click click click with every thrust while calling you a heretic for defiling a holy symbol of the emperor's inquisition.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): he is a big control freak but also a tease, he always sounds playful and relaxed in your presense, but you can never quite shake off the way he studies you intently and the underline of a threat in his every action, he is a powerful man and he doesn't let you forget it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): he keeps everything down there neatly trimmed for you, he does go through the extra effort if he knows you are meeting up later, makes sure to wear his finest cologne and everything, it's only fair after all.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): he is always a gentleman before and after everything, but during the act he is more detached, more focused on the pleasure and give and take of power of the act rather than the intimacy of it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): he is no longer the young man that can't control himself, but he also doesn't really deny his body the relief it sometimes needs when you aren't around, he likes to wait, as with everything else he takes his time, he doesn't exactly edge himself but he holds off on the main event as much as possible, the idea usually springs up on him while he is working, maybe his mind strays too far and he remembers a previous encounter with you ,maybe you visited him briefly to check up on him before running off to your own duties, an annoying but welcome distraction, in any case he'll grind the heel of his palm down against his cock, letting himself imagine how delicious it'd feel to have your body wrapped around him again, not long enough to get himself fully hard, but just enough to get his blood pumping, then with his mind decided on how he'll be spending his evening he returns to work, he'll tease himself like this throughout the day and then when he finally is by himself ,he'll still wait some more, almost ritualistically stripping himself off his armor and clothes, getting a good amasec bottle to accompany him and then finally he'll sit himself on his couch, finally ready to enjoy his time, his hand lazily tugging at his cock, not rushing just enjoying the feel until he spills around his hand, wishing you would be around to help him clean up.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): impact play, a slight bdsm dynamic etc etc

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): always always behind closed doors away from anything to do with his work, it's self preservation and paranoia.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): he loves acts of submission, he is a man used to being in control of every situation and that translates to his appetites in bed as well. but he needs it to be done subtly, you are not a common whore to throw yourself at his feet, that'll come later, play his game and you'll be rewarded.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): don't expect him to relinquish any control to you, the mere idea of it makes him laugh. he'll straight up tell you to find someone else if that's what you need.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): there is nothing prettier than you on your knees for him, he let's you take your time and do your own thing down there, explore and find out what he likes and doesn't like, his only guidance his fingers brushing your hair out of your face so he can see you better and the soft praise he sprinkles in every so often to make sure you know how much he appreciates this.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): he is slow and methodical, never quite losing his pace, it doesn't matter if it takes one or two hours, he stays consistent throughout, you can goad him into speeding up for a bit, but he only does it to further torment you, making sure he knocks the wind out of you, slapping/pinching your clit/tightening a fist around your cock making you want to cry from the overload of sensations before asking you if this is what you really want from him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): he hates being interrupted when he is doing his work, he hates being rushed and he needs to take his time taking you apart, quickies are just not for him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): he is kind of in the middle in this, he is willing to entertain most of your whims, but you have to work really hard to convince him to do so, once you do though he goes to great lengths to make sure you enjoy yourself, be good to him, show him how much you want something and he'll be good to you in return, he'll do his research, he'll buy you everything you need etc etc

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): a good long solid round for him, you are both satisfied and he doesn't feel the need to exhaust himself unecessarily. especially if you two are doing a scene, he doesn't feel the need to drag it out past the end goal. he thanks you when you are both done with a soft kiss to the top of your head that makes you think he actually cares and maybe he truly does.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): he is very fond of toys, he enjoys testing out new things on you, some of his favourites include nipple clamps, especially those with chains he can tug at, flogging whips and plugs.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): a big tease, he's horrible and he'll use any of your weaknesses against you, especially if you are a shy person he'll absolutely force you to speak up, tell him what you want otherwise he simply doesn't know what to do with you obviously.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): he is very quiet, it makes you feel nervous sometimes, the way he controls himself even down to what noises he lets out in bed, it's definitely done on purpose, some incentive for you to try harder to please him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): he loves pushing your body to its limits, he wants to see how much he can fit inside of you, it starts a random day with you bent over his desk, his cock deep inside of you, him slowly pushing to get a finger inside as well on top of his already impressive girth, then two, then slowly he starts integrating it in your day to day play when you are both available, gets you bigger and bigger toys, making you keep them inside you for the entire day and only ever acknowledging you as you two go about your day to ask you if you still have his gift before sending you off again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): on the thicker side, the head is thinner and then it thickens towards the base, a nice weight to it, paler than the rest of him.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): he is way too busy with his work and too much of a control freak to let his needs control him in any way, needless to say he is not as active as maybe you'd want him to be, but he won't turn you down if you ask nicely.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he always sleeps after you have fallen asleep first, he'll hold you to his chest and read reports until he is sure you have drifted off entirely, he doesn't like someone clinging to him while he sleeps so he'll gently pry you off and turn to get his rest as well.

[therealslimshakespeare]

I saw your answer about being burned out on Gigi but still being open to discussing the topic -

are there any little fun tidbits or ideas you had planned that you could drop in the answer box as a little treat?

Was there an eventual endgame for her?

Anything quirky or outrageous set to take place with her in her story?

Would Gigi ever change her ways and act grown up?

XOXOX you are my favorite writer on this whole entire app you must know

My darling, yes, yes, yes I am happy to talk of it! And I’m so happy you popped in. I cannot believe I’m your favorite, that’s just stunning to me, I’m really touched. 🫶🏼💋🫵🏻

Now into Gigi!

Shortly before the August tour she and Lisa Marie meet and as Lisa is in many ways more mature 🤣 they actually end up bonding very well, I imagined a case of Linda and Lisa with someone who’s even more playful -Gigi- and who genuinely would spend five hours playing Barbie’s because she wants to and has no fear on the golf carts.

On the August tour she’s a lifesaver for Elvis in so many ways, but things are also hard and she’s clingy and he’s on the pills to hell him keep going and it’s a side she hasn’t fully seen from him and rightfully considers to now be “the real him”

So she sticks it out but he also lashes out at he rom e about how clingy she is and it’s devastating to her. Positively devastating…all he really said was that she should be able to go to sleep on her own if he needed/wanted to keep socializing with the boys or whatever

When he goes to join her in the room that night he finds are shaking and crying and cold and practically going through a sub drop of sorts

Which gets cured with insistent assurance he’s a selfish old man who doesn’t even appreciate the miracle right under his nose and massive amounts of love and cuddles and him laying on top of her like a weighted blanket.

Swearing she’s always gonna be His Baby Girl

There’s no going back after that

Not that either Elvis or Gigi would want to

Something wonderful does happen on this tour and in many ways it’s due to Gigi yet again, Colonel Parker hasn’t being so well himself and now having to endure Elvis calling out his newest PR nightmare from the stage each night as his little Angel when she’s sitting there beaming, nineteen and big titted, is a worsening strain.

Sometime in later September the strain gets to be too much, apparently, when Colonel Parker is trying to enjoy the hotel’s amenities and soak in the hot tub with his cigar and a starry night sky but instead of being able to enjoy these he is assaulted with the caterwauling sounds of Gigi getting pleasurably railed on the balcony, one too many references to how big Elvis is and how much she loved how big he is and how big he is and…on and on and on

The Colonel was found at dawn bobbing up and down in the little bubbling caldron -a heart attack apparently

Big Sad

Such a big sad they have to cancel the rest of the tour and fly out to Hawaii to mourn and lift Elvis’ spirits

There Gigi feeds him pineapples and papaya juice and frolics in the surf in every smaller bikinis that are more calculated than Elvis assumes because her chief goal is actually to get him shirtless and frolic with her and he won’t unless it’s such a dire paparazzi emergency he must offer his own shirt to cover her bouncing assets

They make a baby on a plane ride, he just goes in during the turbulence and she’s so vigorous and delighted no pulling out occurs

So he marries her *duh*

Lisa is delighted by this and Lovey is born -cue, lots of Gigi never updating her wardrobe so everything is just flowy and unbuttoned and lots of nursing with a tit out much to the Memphis Mafia’s consternation about where to look without Elvis biting their heads off

Gigi loves engaging in a past time of seeing how far she can shoot her milk, it’s her favorite thing about motherhood, the little clothes are next and somwhere down the line is the actual baby

Don’t fret -Lovey has more than enough parental love coming from Elvis

With Parker gone and out of the way, wishes and whims honestly get to be met a lot easier and Gigi considers one of the most tragic things her Bug Daddy went though is the closing of Circle G ranch so you best believe she wheedles and begs for another and it’s a complete zoo by the end, not a ranche

They have another kid, soonish —a son named Baron. He’s the only one to inherit brain cells and will go on to be as devastatingly handsome and charming as his father and yet a full on Bayou living recluse when he’s not taking care of Graceland and his mother and kindly informing Miss Bealieu that if she wanted to use the name Presley, maybe she shoulda not divorced the original Presley she was related to?!👇🏼

but all that is after Elvis dies.

Because he does and yeah it’s genuinely sad and it happens sometime in the early 2000’s and his last words are to Baron and to “take care of my Gigi”

Gigi then proceeds to live and a very Yellow Wallpaper version of reality, never one for facing realities but gifted with a massive amount of emotional intelligence, she’s quite certain every breeze through the curtain and creak in the old house and song order on the radio is a message from Elvis to her. Yeah it’s a bit morbid but it’s also oddly convincing, “Daddy” doesn’t lose any presence just because he’s zipped out to the gas station longer than usual.

She’s preserved everything and that’s her chief hobby along with the zoo, even when Lovey is situated and taking over the magazines Elvis bought and produced. Gigi takes an interest for sure ->hell, she used to be their centerfold time and again so the least touch of her manicured hand on an editorial is still gold, no matter how time passes<- but first and foremost she’s still insistent she’s gotta be at Graceland, can’t leave Daddy alone there for long.

Which is a CRAZY and weird ass world for a certain Austin Butler to step into for research.

It’s impeccably preserved to the point of being past creepy, like it’s not creepy instead it’s just fully convincing, which probably should’ve been his first clue to run for his sanity sake, but when you love a thing you’ll quickly embrace a comforting illusion over a hurtful reality

And Austin loves Elvis, almost as much as Gigi does

Which becomes their joint reality

She’s eager to help him with the research, pours out the most insightful and tender perceptions of her Daddy, shows Austin his guitars and his books, his notes and his bibles, hours of hole footage -some of which Austin initially did not see the research value in due to their scandalous content but Gigi was insistent it was crucial material to get to know Elvis as his most unassuming, which she insisted was in bed

Probably shoulda been predictable -except for their age gap but life does imitate art- bonding over one all consuming love in their lives and watching X rated home movies and breathing life into each other’s lonely delusions really binds people together

Baron Presley is initially totally incensed and suspect this little twink Butler but eventually he softens, gets won over

Austin’s a good and kind influence on Gigi and between him and Baz they get her out more, Lisa’s good word regarding both helps this, too

Gigi gets convinced to go to Cannes with them all and Baron actually surfaces from his redneck palace in the bayous to confirm he’s not in fact dead for the first time in ten years,

He Takes Care of Business one last time at Cannes like his daddy would like, see Austin would dearly like to be Gigi’s and Gigi would like to be Austin’s -hell they already are- so Baron does them a little favor and draws out the little Nepo Arm Candy that Austin’s been toting about the these events and charms her real well and let’s just say, when Priscilla Bealieu saw Baron Presley come out of the coed bathroom in swaggering dishevelment with a little bowlegged twig behind him -she got some severe ptsd flashbacks to his father

After this it’s all happily ever after and Gigi is still showing up to Austin’s premiers and she’s proud as anything of him and he of her and together they’ve found whatever it is that binds souls together

Life imitates art

•also, for those who ask, if Gigi ever gets a lurid and beautiful biopic herself, looks like Emerald Fennel is the one for the job, uhem

Tagging my Gigi taglist as this is a headcanon list of sorts and y’all may enjoy seeing it 💋

@prompted-wordsmith

@parodsal000

@ab4eva

@stylespresleyhearted

@presleyenterprise

@kendralavon7

@coolgirl462

@colahola

@lillypink

@stephthestallion

@vintageshanny

@landmermaid12

@ashtag2887

@notstefaniepresley

@butlersluvbot

@steph-speaks

@eliseinmemphis

@lookingforrainbows

@dkayfixates

@ellie-24

@memphisflash1935-1977

@marriedtopresley

@powerofelvis

@thatbanditqueen

@elvisabutler

@butlersxbirdy

@heartbrake-hotel

@fav-fanficssss

@austinbutlersbaby

@freudianslumber

@kxnnxy

@kingdomforapony

@be-my-ally

@crazymadpassionatelove

@that-hotdog

@missmaywemeetagain

@fallinlovewithurlove

@richardslady121

@lilycherries123

@18lkpeters

@xenaspace3-blog

@lil-mamas-obsessions

@father-of-2cats

@helen06dreamer

@returntopresley

@gonnagoandfangirl

@kelssssxd

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[flamekitten123-blog]

Elara's experience of her changing body wasn't just passive; as she grew more comfortable, she began to explore and even find a sense of playful curiosity in her new contours.

In the mornings, as she dressed, she might gently press the soft roundness of her stomach, a sensation that was entirely new. It wasn't about judgment, but more about a tactile exploration, a getting-to-know-you phase with this altered form. Sometimes, while sitting at her desk, she would subtly shift in her chair, feeling the gentle compression of her thighs against the seat, a constant, soft reminder of her increased size.

In the evenings, unwinding on the sofa, she might absentmindedly run her fingers along the softer curve of her hips, a shape that had once been more angular. There was a certain unexpected comfort in the feel of this newfound padding, a gentle weight that felt substantial and real.

She noticed it most when she moved. A slight jiggle in her arms when she reached for something, a subtle sway in her hips as she walked. These weren't things she focused on with negativity, but rather observations, a recognition of the physics of her new form. Sometimes, while dancing in her living room to her favorite music, she would laugh softly at the way her body moved differently, a little more fluid, a little more… bouncy.

Hugging her friends took on a new dimension. There was a greater surface area, a softer embrace. She noticed the way they seemed to sink into her hug a little more, and she enjoyed the feeling of being a more substantial presence in their embrace.

Even simple acts like leaning against a wall felt different. The added softness provided a natural cushion, a subtle comfort she hadn't experienced before. She might press her arm against her side, feeling the gentle give of the extra flesh, a sensation that was neither good nor bad, just… different.

There were moments of amusement too. Trying on old clothes that were now too snug could elicit a chuckle rather than frustration. It was a tangible marker of her transformation, a reminder of the journey her body had taken.

As she became more attuned to these physical sensations, Elara started to move with a different kind of awareness. She wasn't trying to hide or minimize her size, but rather learning to inhabit it fully. She discovered a new sense of groundedness, a feeling of being more connected to her physical self.

This playful exploration wasn't about fetishizing weight gain, but about a natural human tendency to become familiar with and accept one's own body, regardless of its shape or size. It was about curiosity overcoming self-consciousness, about finding a sense of ease and even enjoyment in the physical reality of her changing form. It was a quiet, personal process of discovery, a gentle dance between Elara and her new body.

[hidingoutbackstage]

12,15,21? :) PICK ANYONE... EEP!!!

GOING WITH CLASHING SWORDS OCS BECAUSE I MISS TALKING ABOUT THEM. Gonna do Braveheart and Lorelei because I like their dynamic <3

(side note I need to commission more art of them in their updated designs ummmm if anyone’s interested in drawing them feel free to dm me)

12. Do they have any affection for each other? How do they show it?

They have such a sibling-like bond. Since Braveheart is an older brother in his own family and left his family behind to try and help them (yes I did that trope don’t @ me) he likes showing playful affection for Lorelei, he likes acting like an older brother to people because that’s who most people like him as. He’s like that with Wrench as well, but since she’s actually a bit younger than him it’s kind of given while Lorelei and Braveheart are closer in age. Lorelei is also really emotionally open with Braveheart, she’s pretty close with most of her crew since they’re like family to her, but besides Skull Sword, Braveheart is the one she opens up to most. He’s an emotional rock for her, and him listening to her and giving her tough love advice when she needs it is another way he shows affection for her. Lorelei also goes softest on Braveheart when it comes to discipline of her crew, even if she’s not entirely aware that she’s doing it.

15. Do they trust each other? Why or why not?

Abso-fucking-lutely they do. Like I said, Lorelei relies on him for advice sometimes, they make a really good pair when it comes to fighting and can trust the other to have their back, and even when things look bad for one of them, they always want to hear the other out first to get their side of things before jumping to conclusions. They’ve built up that trust over the years, which mostly initially came from Braveheart always being honest with her and Lorelei realizing she can let her guard down around some people

21. What is their worst memory together?

Definitely the night that Jagged died. It was more personal to Lorelei for obvious reasons (he was her dad) but it hit Braveheart hard too, since that was his captain and a person who seemed like he respected him. Jagged would sometimes treat Braveheart with more respect than Lorelei as a way to motivate her, but Braveheart really appreciated the praise and care from his captain. The night of his death was also hard because Lorelei refused to allow herself to feel any emotions, locking herself in the captain’s quarters and only allowing her first mate Skull Sword in, not even to talk about how she felt but what this meant for the crew. Lorelei worsens when she bottles up her emotions (what’s expected of a pirate and especially a captain) than she does when she shows them. She never fully allows herself to process his death, and Braveheart spends time he could grieving simply worrying about her, and kind of doesn’t process it either. Lorelei taking the position of captain also puts a damper on their relationship for a while, since she’s so focused on doing it right and being like her father that she doesn’t allow herself to be herself, and that harms several relationships with members of her crew, and I think Braveheart’s is affected the worst (before it does get better) so that night was the worst for both of them not just because of what happened but also because of the long term effects

[alphascnsual]

To anybody looking in on the scene, they wouldn't understand the connection that had been forged between Malik and Oliver. It might seem extremely sudden or nonsensical, and those who maybe knew of Malik and his promiscuous ways and overtly machismo tendencies would argue that he was just saying and doing what he needed to do string Oliver along, that they had only just had a spur-of-the-moment hookup, how could that mean anything? But what he and Oliver knew in this shared, intimate moment - in a way that Malik couldn't fully explain - was that it was a moment that had been years in the making. Years of stolen glances and covert flirtations - an intimate dance between two people who were very much interested in one another but both playing it safe so that should the other not reciprocate, they had an easy exit. Things were made complicated by Oliver's older brother, Malik's closest friend. There had always been a chemistry between them- Malik tried his best to hide it, convincing himself that he was just enjoying the other's schoolboy crush on him, and although he enjoyed the attention and sometimes blurred the lines when he let himself get a little carried away with the other, deep down he knew that Oliver longed to be devoted to him, and Malik yearned to have someone who worshipped him like that and who he could devote himself to in return.

God, just the way Oli looked at him made him want to take the other then and there again, to brand him all over as his and protect him from anything and everything in the world that might ever dare to dim that glow. Years of yearning between them boiling to the surface. But Malik kept his composure, softly praising the other as he washed him off, clearly enjoying being able to freely roam the bigger male's full figure. When Oli finished, Malik took his own turn to wash the other, but his hands were far more shameless than the shorter male's had been. He let his arms wrap around the other, his hands grabbing at Oli's plentiful backside and kneading the muscle there, stealing small kisses from the other and also letting some of his fingers delve deeper and massage the other's well-fucked and still-slicked hole, murmuring sweet nothings and dirty declarations of how the other belonged to him in the most sinful ways. They finally finished showering, hardly able to keep each other's hands or lips off one another but Malik found the strength for both of them and lead them out of the shower. A gym attendant who had obviously been listening in on them cleared his throat and quickly scampered away and Malik laughed softly, clearly unashamed and never having worried once about the possible repercussions of their semi-public act. About twenty minutes later the two were dressed and jumping into Malik's truck, they spoke fondly and flirtily the entire time, Malik keeping the air between them light and playful, and ten minutes later Malik was pulling up outside of the house he had inherited from his parents. "Stay," he said to Oli simply as he climbed out of the large vehicle before walking around and opening the door for the other, taking his hand and then allowing him out. It was clear that he very much intended to treat the other exactly like he'd described, like his girl.

Malik lead them to the front entrance and the door was barely closed and Malik's bag had scarcely hit the ground before he lifted Oli up in his massive muscular arms and kissed him hungrily, lightly slamming the other against the nearest wall as he ripped both their shirts off in turn, needing to feel his skin against the other's more than anything else right now. "All mine," he grumbled softly, "My girl," he managed between passionate kisses as he now carried the other to his bedroom, "My pussy." With the heat and passion erupting between them, there wasn't any way he'd be making it to his bedroom and they tumbled onto the couch, Malik making sure to keep Oli on top of him, grinding his already re-hardened member against the other's voluptuous backside. This was the first time Oli had been in his home without his brother present- the first time the two of them had ever been truly alone, even without someone in the very next room and about to return. It felt sinfully good to kiss and touch and use Oli how he pleased now- his hands and lips and body almost moving of their own accord, like all of him had been planning, pining and waiting to have this opportunity with the shorter male. "Baby ... I kn- I know I just took your v-card but ... fuck ..." he breathed between kisses, "I hope you're ready because I'm fucking you until we both pass out," he promised.

Obviously Oliver did not have a vast amount of past experiences to compare this to, beyond what it felt like to be caressed and pleasured by his own hands, but the sheer intensity of his own climax was so far beyond anything he had experienced before, and Malik's gargantuan length pulsing inside him felt so overwhelmingly intense as well, that he simply could not imagine this was just like any other orgasm even for the much more experienced older male. Maybe it was naive to assume this was anything special for his brother's friend; after all, Oliver knew about the other's reputation of being quite a manwhore. And having experienced that muscular body, that massive cock of his in action, it was no surprise that Malik could have a new hole to fuck every single day if he wanted. And yet... naive or not, as he felt that neverending load pumped deep inside him, filling him up to the point where he truly struggled not to let some of it spill from his deflowered hole, Oliver simply had to believe it had been more than just good for Malik as well. Surely it had to feel as special to the other as it did to Oli.

He wasn't naive enough to not realize they couldn't stay like this forever, and yet he wanted to make the moment last as long as he could, basking in the sensations and the intensity of the moment that had his heart racing. Feeling Malik's giant frame hold his smaller body against the wall and lifting him as if it was nothing, the incredible length of his dick still buried inside him, their lips meeting in a kiss that felt so very intimate... If Malik had not already just claimed him as his own, Oliver would have been on his knees begging to fully give himself over, to be Malik's. Daddy's girl. Even before anything was actually said, the other's lips against his own already felt like he was exactly that, and Oliver did not even want to consider for a second that the other man might reject him. Whimpering as the other's large manhood slipped out of him, he felt a bit of Malik's seed spill out before his no-longer-virginal, yet still sensitive and tender hole tightened quickly again, almost as if his body wanted to make sure the other's cum would stay inside him where it belonged instead of being washed away by the water.

You're my girl now, Oli. His cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink at those words, not from embarrassment but purely from feeling so flustered as he smiled happily upon hearing what he wouldn't even have dared to dream about Malik saying before today. Oliver did not even consider that the other's words could be taken as presumptuous; in what world would he not have wanted to belong to this man? Malik immediately getting so possessive of his ass felt so very right, and Oli was certain without a doubt in this moment that of course he wanted nobody else to fuck him, his pussy forever belonging to Malik. Nodding eagerly at the question, the ginger boy struggled to even find words for just how badly he wanted to be with the other, but didn't need them after all as Malik answered for him. They both knew that Oliver was fully devoted to the other; before this encounter, maybe it had just been a schoolboy crush, but now it felt like his body and soul were Malik's; he had fallen head over heels, and he gladly would have followed his new lover to the end of the world, to hell and back. "Yes, Daddy", he nodded with a smile, his heart racing as he tried his hardest not to get too giddy or beam too much with obvious joy at all of this - the gold chain around his neck, that hand on his chin, the huge load inside him. For a moment, Oliver wondered how the hell Malik was ever going to claim his pussy even more properly than he had just done; either way, he was happy and eager to find out. Smiling, he began to wash the sweat off the other's body, taking his time to enjoy the feeling of Malik's enormous muscles under his touch, but also hurrying with excitement for getting to visit the other's place, always making sure to clench his cheeks whenever he felt the water rush down his own back, trying to contain Malik's seed as much as he possibly could with how well-fucked his hole was.

[centrally-unplanned]

Something from Hazel's FLCL video that caught my eye was this one shot manga Dirty Work, co-written by FLCL character designer Yoshiyuki Sadamoto. There is a scene in Episode One of FLCL where Mamimi, in response to Naota's (petulant) ask about her feelings for his absent brother/her quasi-ex, responds:

...Watermelon. Or like a panda with a mean face.  Or like sandals with pressure points drawn on them.  Or the smell of a blackboard eraser.  Or a Sunday morning, where you wake up and it’s raining.  

Its a meandering and mysterious response, but still one that gets the point across. This dialogue was apparently written by Sadamoto entirely on his own insistence, and he claims to have something of a predilection for it, a love for the meandering, obtuse, poet-girl.

Dirty Work is the most clear example of this fetish from Sadamoto's other creations - its a ~20 page story of a teen guy, the childhood best friend who lives at a chicken farm he is in love with, and the people she asks him to beat up or kill who have wronged her. With a duo who, by the way, make it hilariously apparent this is from the character designer for Evangelion:

That is just Shinji and like a Misato/Asuka cross, some of the mannerisms are absolutely identical, its great. It also has some fashion that is really on point:

Ngl I might steal this look. And in continuing the predilections of Sadamoto, Evangelion, and the 90's Gainax psycho-sexual oeuvre, it also fulfills its duty to the otaku nation by have an out-of-nowhere dubiously consensual grope scene! The guy knows what he likes, okay?

But Dirty Work is not really about any of that; instead it is about the limits of longing and your own capacity, or even desire, to bridge the gap. Our girl Kana knows that our boy Tatsuo here is in love with her, and uses that knowledge for her own ends, sure, but she has no plan herself. That control is about the only agency she has in a life otherwise ruled by passivity:

Tatsuo and her are both stuck in their place - but that isn't as bad as it sounds. For one this is clearly an erotically tinged passivity; a manipulative girl keeping a guy on a leash with crumbs of sexual favours in return for acts of violence? Fucking hot, and not a dynamic foreign to FLCL! But that eroticism is elevated by Tatsuo claiming that "when he is reincarnated" (aka metaphorically when he changes who he is) he will win her over, and she replies that she doesn't want that:

And bam, that is our Mamimi sequence. To explain that last section, future panels will tell you that in chicken coops (like Kana's) light bulbs are used at night to convince the chickens more days are passing so they lay more eggs; a symbiotic-but-frozen relationship.

You can treat Mamimi and Kana's lines here as simple indulgences, playful poetry, but it really works for me. Doraemon & Cutie Honey, protractors and compasses, Jenni - okay we are just gonna ignore that line, we can't nail it every time - all these things are kind of great for their differences, right? You don't want to unify them, they are connected, but not fully, and its better that way. Kana is never leaving home, she is gonna run her mom's chicken coop, Tatsuo is never getting with Kana, which you could view as negative...or you could just not, and instead as a (*cough* erotic *cough*) dynamic with its own power. This line sells that, as does the last part of the manga:

Being the lightbulb to a chicken is beautiful too sometimes.

Which brings us all the way back to Mamimi. Mamimi is not Kana, her story is not her story - she is in way worse straits, and she is going to change, dramatically so, over the course of the show. But in Episode 1 you are seeing her through Naota's eyes, the simultaneous object of his disgust and desire. The way that she claims to love Naota's brother while being sexually intimate with Naota in said brother's absence, the way she clings to his memory despite him having completely moved on from her, Naota views this as wrong and maybe pathetic:

And you, the audience, agree with Naota, because its his story, and you don't spend a lot of time in Episode 1 in Mamimi's head. You see Mamimi's lines about watermelons and sandals and shit as an affectation and a cope.

Now, though, I can view them as a reference, as the way Mamimi sees herself - as Kana does. Dirty Work had 20 pages to sell me on how Kana's stasis is kindof beautiful, and Mamimi is a dead ringer for the same mold. More pathetic externally of course, but a match internally. It doesn't last, it doesn't even last this entire scene, but in her mind this relationship is giving something that change is not going to replace.

Or I mean probably Sadamoto has a fetish for cryptic poetry girls and this was his moment to shine. But I like my take better.

[lomlwintersoldier]

Break Me Down

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: sexual tension, mentions of smut, swearing, slight angst in the beginning (SMUT TO COME) 

A/N: I wrote and rewrote this one a couple of times- I’m not entirely sure I’m happy with it but there will be more to come! I’m thinking 1-2 more (very smutty) parts. Enjoy :)

“Serena, please, where is this coming from?” Bucky yells, hands splayed as the brunette rushes from room to room, gathering her items and shoving them haphazardly into a duffel. 

“You’re so fucking blind, Bucky,” she shoots back, venom dripping off her words. 

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” she hisses as she snags a flannel blanket off the couch. 

“Hey, wait, that’s my favorite bla--” Bucky starts but she whirls on him, rage apparent in her eyes, and he cuts himself off. “Okay, I guess...take it....,” he mutters. 

She shoves her way past him, having gathered all her things (and some of his) and stops before the front door, hand firmly grasping the knob as she turns to him, practically shaking.

“You’re in love with Y/N,” she spits, lip quivering.

“What?” He exclaims, reeling back. “No I’m n—“

“Cut the bullshit, Bucky. You don’t need to admit it to me, but at least admit it to yourself.”

“Have a nice life.” She yanks open the door and heads down the steps of his brownstone, practically leaping into the Uber she’d called for herself. Bucky still stands in his doorway, dumbfoundedly watching as the car’s tail lights disappear around the corner.

In love with Y/N? No fucking way in hell. You barely talked to or interacted with each other, only went on one or two missions together and you….you were always bringing home some other guy. There was no way he had feelings for you. Or vice versa.

Serena is long gone at this point so Bucky slowly steps back into his apartment, closing the door quietly.

In love with Y/N. He shakes his head. Serena could not be more wrong.

The next few weeks, Bucky is hyper-aware of your presence, Serena’s words echoing in his mind every time you’re in the room. He catches himself staring at you more often than would be deemed appropriate or necessary and has to force himself to look away and focus on something else, someone else. Anything else. 

In the gym, during meetings with the rest of the team, hell, even during the stupid bonding activities Tony came up with every week, you’d be in his eyeline. He’d catch you in a laugh, head falling back, eyes closing as the delicious sound escaped your lips, and he’d resist the urge to laugh with you. Or sometimes he’d glance at you from across the room as you spoke to Natasha or Steve, at the way words he couldn’t hear fell from your lips, and the way you played with your hair when you were bored, or how you cocked your head to the left when you were deep in thought. 

Then other times, his eyes would graze down the skin of your shoulders, bare in the tank tops you preferred to wear, to the toned muscle of your arms as they flexed and pulsed with the punches you landed so effectively on your target. His gaze would drift further downwards, sweeping over your collarbones, your hips, waist….

Then he’d force himself to look away. 

The thought begins to plague him. Did he always stare at you this often? Did he simply notice you more now that Serena had pointed out some “feelings” she thought she’d picked up?

Or maybe it was that he was always staring at you, he just hadn’t been as keenly aware of it as he was now.

Either way, he wasn’t sure what to do. Granted, his relationship with Serena wasn’t exactly compatible and it was short lived, but it was his first fling with a woman since he’d been....back. He wasn’t entirely sure what to call his “return to the normal world” but she’d approached him while on a night out with Steve and Sam a few months back, strutting over in her heels and little black dress and offered her number to him. She was pretty, surely not as pretty as you but….

Shit, he thinks to himself. Maybe there’s a grain of truth to what she said. 

~

The gym is empty as you stride inside, heading directly to the treadmill that rests in the back corner in the room. There are others closer to the door but you’ve always found comfort in solitude, in the dark, so you naturally gravitate to the most hidden corner of the room. You hop on it, setting the pace and timing of your run and then you’re off, music in your ear as you begin to run faster and faster. 

When you’re finished with the treadmill, you decide to run through some training exercises, practicing on a sand punching bag, but it’s always lacking. The best opponent is human and sparring should be as is real life, but with most of the team out running missions, you make do with the training bag. You punch and you kick, hitting as hard as you know how but grow frustrated with the lack of returned blows. 

You huff in annoyance as you slam the punching bag one last time, throwing it off it’s chain and across the room, just as the Winter Soldier walks past the door. 

“Y/N?” He questions as he steps into the training hall, feet quiet as a mouse. “You alright?” You take a deep breath and wipe the sweat from your brow, tearing your gaze from the fallen bag to the large figure before you. “Yeah, no, I’m good. I’m good.” “You sure?” He asks as he steps towards you. “You seem frustrated.” Forcing a laugh, you shake your head and head over to your gym bag. “I’m good, just annoyed at this punching bag for crapping out on me.” 

You nod towards the cylinder shape on the floor. His gaze follows yours before looking back at you, an unidentifiable expression on his face. 

“Do you need help training?”

You cock your head, pondering his request, before shaking your head. “No, I’m fine. I’ll just find Nat or Steve when they get back.” 

“Well, I mean....” He sets his bag down. “I’m here now.” “I’ll help you spar?” He says it like a question, unsure of how you’d react to his proposition, but a small smile crosses your face. “Okay,” you mumble. “Thanks.”

Bucky approaches you, a swagger to his step that matches the smirk on his face. His sweatpants ride low on his waist and his t-shirt is impossibly tight, but it shows off the deliciously sinewy muscles beneath the fabric, pulsing and flexing under the thin cloth. You swallow and tear your eyes away, certain that looking for any second longer would further ignite the fire you’re feeling in the pit of your stomach. You try to make yourself look busy by leaning down to tie your running shoes, although the strings are perfectly tied without any reason to check the laces.

“Are you ready?” Bucky asks, breaking you from your thoughts. Your gaze flashes up to him and you nod, tying your hair back. 

“Let’s do this,” you mutter as you crouch into a defensive position, arms at your face as he advances on you. His hulking figure is surprisingly agile and quick, as he lands his first blow, but you quickly throw your arm up, catching his arm and twisting it behind his back. Not to be outdone, he grabs your waist and throws you on your back, but you easily spring back on your feet, narrowly avoiding a well aimed kick to the abdomen. 

He hops back, surveying you and this time, you go on the offensive, trying to land as many blows as possible in rapid succession. He parries and blocks almost all but you land a few good punches on his cheek and stomach. A hiss escapes his lips from the pain, but he suddenly grabs your hand, mid punch, and forces you down with your neck while holding your arm, twisting it behind your back with a threat to dislocate your shoulder. 

“Submit,” he whispers in your ear. Bucky pushes your arm a little further and you groan in pain. Forcing your mind and body to swim through the pain, you swiftly tear your arm from his grasp and swing your legs up, giving him a solid kick to the ribs before throwing your other leg around his neck. You move so quickly he’s taken off guard and you slam him to the ground, practically laying on top of him.

His deep blue eyes glint as you make out the situation: your chest is pressed so tightly against his that you can feel his heartbeat hammering away and you realize your leg is pinned underneath his thick thigh so even if you wanted to move, you can’t. Both of you are breathing hard. A sly smile crosses your face and you lean down to his ear, lips just centimeters away from his cheek. 

“Never,” you whisper, letting your hair graze him as you lean back to look at him. 

His hands come up to your waist slowly as a playful smile hints at his lips. Faster than you can respond, he rolls the both of you in one swift movement so that he’s now on top of you, his body pressed between your legs and you swear you can feel a hardness from him. 

“Are you sure about that, sweetheart?” He murmurs. He has you fully pinned underneath him. Your breath mingles with his, heat pooling into your stomach, and even further down. 

As if he can sense what this is doing to you, he lightly rolls his hips against you, pelvis to pelvis. A surprised moan escapes your lips when he brushes against your sensitive clit, instinctively squeezing your thighs together, but they’re stopped by the muscly slab of a man between them. 

Bucky chuckles. His eyes seem to be practically staring straight through you as he leans down.

Oh god, he’s gonna kiss me, you think as he closes the distance. 

Suddenly you feel harsh stubble on your neck, nuzzling against your skin and then soft lips, planting tantalizingly gentle kisses. You feel the urge to moan again but just as you’re about to open your mouth, you feel teeth on the sensitive skin of your neck, a harsh bite before he pulls away.

“Bucky!” You gasp, gripping his biceps. Laughter erupts from his muscular form as he pushes off you, sitting back on his heels; your legs remain on either side of him. 

“What the hell was that?!” You exclaim as you push away from him, rising to your feet. 

“What, you didn’t like it?” He steps towards you until his chest is practically touching yours. With every breath, your breasts graze his shirt, both of you staring into the others eyes. His are heated, desire darkening them so wholeheartedly that you find yourself unable to break the tension between the two of you.

“I...I didn’t say that.” You whisper, trying to quell the warmth between your thighs. He holds your gaze for a moment longer, glancing down at your lips as if he’s daring himself to kiss you.

Then he pushes away from you, that damn smirk on his face as he abruptly breaks the moment off.

“Good.” 

He scoops up his discarded gym bag and starts out of the training room. “See you around, Y/N,” he calls out as he rounds the corner, disappearing down the hallway. 

A frustrated huff falls from your lips as you realize what just happened. You just had the most heated, intense moment you’ve had in a long time and he just...cut it off. 

That bastard. 

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Part 2

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[nikibogwater]

Real talk for a second here:

Star Wars: The Bad Batch has the most realistic portrayal of an eight-to-ten year-old child I think I've ever seen in a sci-fi setting.

From what I can tell, Omega has been consistently acting like a real human kid for the entire series so far. She's constantly distracted by the world around her, curious about seemingly mundane things, but also very perceptive, sometimes more so than the adults around her. She never seems to fully grasp the severity of any dangerous situation she finds herself in, but is still very eager to help and correct any wrong she encounters. She mimics the adults around her and wishes to be seen as one herself, while on the flipside also being very playful and attached to her toys. She even fidgets like a real kid! Look at her bouncing around when she's excited! Messing around with her new com link and feeling so proud to be considered part of The Squad!

I wanted to bring attention to this because the fact of the matter is that a majority of adult writers do not understand how to write kids at all (myself included rip). They aren't sure how kids react to certain situations, especially ones that involve serious danger. A lot of media ends up portraying children as basically just being Tiny Adults who haven't finished their formal education yet. They often react to these very serious situations like adults would, but hey, you know they're still a kid because they can't do algebra, or something like that. And I've seen this kind of portrayal actually shape the way some adults view kids in the real world, causing them to push adult expectations and mindsets on kids who can't fully understand those things yet. But I was also so used to this inaccurate portrayal of children in sci-fi that I was genuinely startled by Omega's character when I was watching the first episode of TBB. Like, it took me a minute to figure out why she felt so distinct from every other character, and then I Realized.

POINT IS: Omega thinks and behaves exactly like I did when I was her age. Exactly like I've seen other kids think and behave. At no point does she seem like just a Smol Adult, even though the situation she is currently in is a very serious one. And I just think that's absolutely brilliant.

[kimnjss]

kindahot!taehyung | a-z

⤑  series: kinda hot

⤑ genre: smut, campus flirt!taehyung x sweet girl!reader , college au.

⤑ rating: explicit. // nd unedited.

⤑ warnings: smut talk... (mentions of) dirty talk, teasing, sexting, lingerie, oral sex (f/m. receiving), penetrative sex, cumplay, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, size kinks, riding, face shots...

⤑ A/N: LOL, i’ve no idea if i’ve already posted one of these for this story but here’s a second one if i did! also this made me miss them a lot :( they were cuties !!

A = Aftercare (what's he like after sex):

Taehyung always liked to have you close. Even back when the two of you were just friends, he always managed to find excuses to cuddle with you. Paired with his need to be holding on to something... or someone while he slept, it only made sense that he got clingy after sex. Especially if you were doing it late at night just before crashing.

B = Body Part (his favorite body part of his and also yours):

Legs. Although, he'd very quickly choose your entire body as his favorite. The way your legs looked in the frilly lingerie you loved to wear was something else, though. And they always seemed to be what he focused on whenever you were blessing him with a picture.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically...):

He has a picture saved on his phone of you with cum all over your face. No idea what convinced you to let him take that picture, had to be the euphoric feeling you got after the mind blowing sex and enthusiastic blowjob. Now he's just waiting for the green light from you to set it as his lockscreen.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of his):

Sometimes he fakes being too tired just so that you can get on top and do all of the work. There's just something about watching you get yourself off on his dick that drives him crazy. And the cute look of determination you get on your face when you know you're getting him close only adds to it.

E = Experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he's doing?):

You're pretty well matched although he didn't know it. He has had quite a few more partners than you, but your knowledge on the act is pretty much the same. He likes to act like he's the lead in it all, but deep down he knows that's false.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying...):

Chest to back with his arms wrapped around you. Taehyung is a big fan of kissing you, so any position where he can easily reach your lips are at the top of his lips. But the spooning position with your leg over his hips definitely takes the cake, even if he has to reach all the way around just to kiss your lips.

G = Goofy (is he more serious in the moment, or is he humorous, etc.):

Very light hearted. He doesn't take sleeping with you all too serious and that has a lot to do with the fact that you were best friends to begin with. Tae is constantly looking for ways to make you laugh and that doesn't change one bit underneath the sheets. And you're basically the same, giggling freely along with him.

H = Hair (how well-groomed is he, does the carpet match the drapes? how does he like you?):

He doesn't really care much about it and you never complain so it doesn't really come up. He will trim it here and there when it becomes unruly, but that's not often. He always keeps it clean though, especially with the regular blowjobs you give him. As for you, he didn't really care either way. As long as he's in it, he's fine.

I = Intimacy (how is he in the moment, romantic aspect...):

Not so romantic during sex, but more so after or before. He liked to keep things fun and playful and he has trouble being romantic without getting too serious, so he oftentimes saves it for outside of the bedroom. Surprising you with gifts and romantic dates tailored just for you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

It's second nature. Especially if you were surprising him with a naughty picture. He won't hesitate to excuse himself to the bathroom to fully enjoy it. And watching you get off is something that he enjoys quite a bit, mutual masturbation is a favorite of his.

K = Kink (one or more of his kinks):

Slight bits of voyeurism. Whether it was you sending him pictures or watching you play with yourself, Taehyung couldn't help but feel some type of way at the sight. You've caught on to it and have started letting him watch without out him even having to ask, it drives him insane.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

He do you in the middle of a crowded room if it was up to him, but because he knows that you're a little shy when it comes to things like that he'd much rather keep it in the bedroom, that way you can fully let loose and enjoy yourself. That only adds to his enjoyment.

M = Motivation (what turns him on, gets him going):

You do. Whether it was something sexy that you're wearing or something that you've said.. it's hard for him to keep his composure when you're involved, not like he tries really hard to do so anyway. What he loved most out of all the things, though, was when you let slip how badly you wanted him.

N = NO (something he wouldn't do, turn offs):

Anal. If you wanted him to do it for you, it would take some convincing... but as far as you playing with his ass, it's a hard pass. You think it's funny how flustered he gets when it's brought up, so you have your fun by squishing his ass whenever it looks especially thick. Which always earns you a swat to the hand and a roll of the eyes.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

Receiving. Not like he didn't love to have your legs wrapped around his neck, but he loved to see you bent down in front of him, mouth open and ready to take his dick. And then seeing the way you swallowed every last drop once he was finished? Perfection.

P = Pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? Etc.):

Fast and rough. And that had everything to do with the fact that he wanted to do so much at once and his mind was always reeling when you were together. He'd be flipping you into different positions as fast as he's put you in them, but he paid close attention to make sure that you always came.

Q = Quickie (his opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often... etc.):

He loves them. Of course, he preferred the real thing, but if a quickie was all he could get that's what he'd take. Something about wanting each other so bad that you couldn't wait to do it properly turned him on. He'd be rushing you to the nearest closet without any hesitation.

R = Risk (is he game to experiment, does he take risks):

Tae would need a few days to contemplate before rushing into something new. Most things that you wanted to try he was down for, though. He liked it when you enjoyed yourself so he was pretty flexible when it came to that. There was only a few things that he definitely wouldn't do and he was never afraid to speak up on it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can he go for, how long does he last...):

He's more so the type to go for lots of short rounds rather than one long one. He can last long, but gets so worked up that it doesn't usually go as planned. He always makes sure to get you off first, though, when he feels like it will end fast.

T = Toy (does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?):

No toys. He doesn't really care for them, but he knows that you have them. Never used them while the two of you were together, but you've shown him exactly what they're used for more than once.

U = Unfair (how much does he like to tease?):

The teasing that Taehyung does comes before he's actually fucking you. Whether it's through text or while you're in front of your friends, he won't hesitate to make you squirm with his words. But once it's coming down to it, it's hard for him to hold back enough to tease you for real.

V = Volume (how loud is he, what sounds does he make?):

Very talkative. He likes to hear that you're enjoying yourself so he says things that he knows will get a reaction from you. He moans loud too, whiny when you're the one on top. And he gets this sort of desperate pant going when you're sucking him off and he's close.

W = Wild Card

When you're riding him, he likes it when you bury your fingers in his hair. He can always tell when you're close because you start panting and getting desperate, that's when he takes over and makes you cum the best way he knows how. Which never fails to leave you breathless and whining.

X = X-Ray (let's see what's going on in those pants, pictures or words):

He's big. And he knows what to do with it. The fact that you're so small compared to him has always been something that he loved to point out, but when it came to the way his dick stretched you out (even after a thorough amount of prepping), it drove him crazy. Almost up there with voyeurism.

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive?):

Extremely high. It's no secret that you're his biggest turn on. So whenever you're showing a bit more skin or brushing up against you in a certain way, he's ready to go. He's not great at hiding it either, all attention shifting on to you and whatever he was doing before flying straight out of the window.

Z = Zzz... (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?):

With the cuddling that is inevitable after each and every late night session, he's no doubt to easily fall asleep. Fucking you takes a lot out of him because he gets so into it, so a nap is almost always a requirement afterwards.

[viviskull]

@eathandhax​ : x

|| 💛 ||: ❝ You know, you’d think after having to duck through this door literally every time I come here that I would’ve noticed this by now. ❞

They mutter, lightly flicking the offending plant they also nearly run their face directly into before turning their gaze back downward to their friend. Offering a somewhat crooked smile as they lean down slightly, enough so that their head wasn’t brushing the doorframe,

|| 💛 ||: ❝ Well, it is tradition, darling. Do you want like– a cheek kiss or a forehead kiss? ❞

Course they could go for the full on kiss, but they weren’t… entirely sure how Vivi felt about that.

If you think about it?  Vivi should’ve also been wise enough to remember seeing Arthur hanging the mistletoe above the daemons’ cabin door entrance, being nothing more than a silly prank for the winter holidays, just a few days prior.  But, since the cabin was pretty compact with all the gang showing up to bring some leftover Christmas dinner, there wasn’t much of a place for her to sit in the living room when her husbands and dog hogged the couch alongside Eath.  Well, what could you do but get coincidentally moved to the one spot the others were avoiding for the entire slapped together party?  If not to make it worse, Vivi luck always had a knack for shoving her into the most unusual spots to spark some strange situations into her already bizarre life.

Even if that good luck often got her shooting at her own foot sometimes, too.

Acting like she did kinda expected this, given the way everyone was all doing their own thing with eating or even joining in to play the board game Lewis brought in, the dame shifts away from her passive station; moving off the doorframe she had once leaned her back upon.  In that instant, as she allows her once folded arms to drop to her sides, a light, acknowledging hum escapes the dame with a shrug.  “Eh, it beats standing here turning to stone while watching the others screw around playing Yahtzee.”  She takes a casual stride into her companion’s space, a cold hand already slithers up to claim itself a spot onto Hax’s shoulder.  “Though, I do hope ya don’t mind me stealing this then.”

Without skipping a single beat to even answer her pal’s inquiry, that once lingering palm swiftly snatches the other by their shirt collar to yank them downward from their comfortable halfway lean to suddenly pull them in to crouch down to her level in an instant.  Where was the fun of getting a kiss when you probably had to get up on your tippy toes anyway?  If she was gonna get any fun out of this quiet winter holiday, Vivi might as well entertain herself if the others weren’t letting her join in on the game.

An unexpected feeling of a burning warmth quickly spreads across Hax’s lips the second the dame bumped her head into theirs.  Unlike how the rest of her skin often felt like the Winter Gods always stole her everyday body heat, Vivi’s soft lips felt like a summer’s kiss.  Maybe it could’ve been the blueberry tart lip gloss that made it taste so sugary and sweet, or even the hot touches of her breath tickling against the other’s cheeks, too.  But, coming just as it went, Vivi only allowed them a few seconds to take in this sudden warmth before she’d briskly pull away; all alongside a hearty giggle to follow suit.  A mischievous grin already makes itself known upon the investigator’s features the moment she gives the other a playful wink.

“Ya know, I always preferred a third option for these types of things.”  Vivi gives the other a poke to their nose before she fully pulls herself away to retreat.  “It is a tradition after all!”