#i’d like to promise that it gets better but. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[rendevok]

“Take my hand” pages 16-18

1 -> 3 - day 4 - swap

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

Heyyy! Me again (●’◡’●)ﾉ

So my request is how the goths would take care of reader when they are having a tic or panic attack! How would they react?

I’d like it to be more platonic then romantic but if you want you can do romantic💗

Anyways! I can’t wait to see it!!!! (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

Hey you!

I decided to go with a panic attack because I have never experienced a tic attack and didn’t want to get some things wrong!

Warnings: panic attack mention, knife mentions

Without further ado,

The Goths Helping You Through a Panic Attack {PLATONIC}

Michael:

- Michael is so sweet when he comes across you during a panic attack

- He’s already on the floor beside you, asking you what you need and gently rubbing your back to ground you back to reality

- Whatever made you upset, he promises that he’ll do something to get rid of the problem

- Makes you do breathing excercises with him until your breathing evens out

- Michael keeps reassuring you that everything is fine, and he tries to distract you by talking about all the trouble you two have gotten into over the course of your friendship

- When you start laughing at a particular story about burning down a certain store and ridding South Park of the “Vampire Disease” temporarily, he laughs along with you, and you both spend a moment just thinking and laughing about your younger years

- He asks you if you’d like to talk about what caused the panic attack. If you do decide to tell him, he’ll help you through whatever it is your going through

- If not, then he just nods and tells you that you can always talk to him if you needed to

- He’s a good friend, and always will be your best friend

Henrietta:

- SWEET BABY GIRL

- She’s very much like Michael, doing what she can to just be near you and let you know everything is okay

- She’s gotten you water, some light snacks, and pain medicine in case you developed a headache from the crying and sore muscles from the body spasms

- Henrietta has been there before, so she knows exactly what to do in this situatuon to help you feel better

- She puts on one of your favorite movies/shows to help distract you

- She also never stops letting you know that she’s right there and that you’re doing okay, you just have to breathe

- Once you’ve calmed down, like Michael, she asks if you would like to talk about it

- Depending on your answer, she’ll sit there and listen or she’ll make plans to have a girl’s day (she gagged saying that)

- Henrietta is a girl’s best friend

Pete:

- Pete isn’t very well versed on Panic Attack 101

- So when he notices you’ve completely shut down and are in the beginning process of a panic attack, he’s frantically calling his Uncle and Henrietta for some advice on how to care for you in this state

- He googles the best way to help someone out of a panic episode, suggesting things to you every now and then with his own panicked tone

- Finally, he sets his phone down, takes a deep breath, and just talks to you

- He talks about random stuff, things he’s seen, things he’s watched, what he had for dinner last night

- Every now and then offering you a question to answer, which actually helps to pull you out of your own mind

- After you’ve settled down, he gives you a blanket and a pillow and leaves you on your own, letting you rest after your attack

- While you’re resting, he makes you some snacks and a drink, and begins extensive research on how to be prepared next time this happens

- He hates seeing his friends in pain, he just cares about them so much 😩

Firkle:

- You were at school in the gym when your panic attack hit

- Firkle was with sitting beside you, not really paying attention to anything other than the chunk of wood and pocket knife in his hands

- He looked up when he heard your breathing become rapid, quickly putting his carving things away and putting his full attention on you

- He’s talking to you the whole time, touching you every now and then to signal he was there and that you weren’t alonr

- If anyone’s staring, he’s quick to pull his knife out again to threaten them

- He doesn’t force you to, but he suggests going to the nurse’s office so you don’t have to be gawked at

- After you’ve calmed down, he all but forces you to talk to him so he can help (read as destroy) with your problem

- Poor buddy hates seeing his only friend so upset, he’ll do whatever he can to help you feel better 🥺

[mpregfrance]

my fanfiction

(again, sorry for spamming, but i need to post this in order to link it to my pinned and display it properly within my webpage)

greetings loved ones. let’s take a journey ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

if you’re interested in reading my hetalia fanwork, or a current reader curious to get to know me better as a writer, i thought it might be helpful to display some facts in a Q & A format.

Q: so, what do you write?

A: i mainly write contemporary/modern, human-verse, multichapter fanfics with romance at the center of the plot. i focus on my favorite ships/dynamics, including uk/fr, us/fr, scotfra, and the FACE family. my writing is typically a combination of fluff, whump, and angst. i like meet-cutes and established relationships and forced proximity tropes. jsyk, all of my frances are varying levels of bigender and/or genderfluid, i.e. amab transfemme bearded lady femboy. if you don’t like this, you might be lost. obligatory DEAD DOVE; DO NOT EAT.

Q: what are your current WIPs?

A: at the moment, i have 4 main multichapter projects and a few little treats on the side. 

Dancing With a Stranger: uk/fr, meet-cute, single dad arthur, hot mess françois. eventually FACE family fluff fic, slice of life, lots of ‘changing for the better’ tropes.

Boys Don’t Cry: my most popular by hits. widowed punk dad arthur, first-grade teacher françois (transfemme). also meet-cute kinda thing with eventual FACE family. lots of angst here, past character death, and addiction recovery.

Sugar We’re Going Down: established relationship, uk/fr sugar daddy/baby with background uk/fem!us. not FACE, but the NA twins are characters. raunchy. also everyone here is evil pretty much.

(You’ll be my) American Boy: us/fr roommates-to-lovers AU. himbo alfred/divorced cougar françois. this one is mainly fluff, it’s a refuge from the merciless whump i’m notorious for inflicting.

Q: *fic i’m reading* hasn’t been updated in a while. has it been abandoned??

A: not to worry!! i’m working on it, i promise. i don’t abandon things and if in the rare case that i do, i’ll make sure to state it clearly.

Q: why do you spell france’s human name françois?

A: alright listen up y'all. while i do acknowledge canon and respect the creator’s decisions, hetalia was originally published in japanese and the translation of the human names may not be perfectly accurate. i’m going to go out on a limb and assume himaruya does not speak fluent french. but who knows?

anyway, for those who don't know, francis is the anglicized form of the common given name françois which quite literally means frenchman. i’d believe he’d rather go by the french pronunciation.

also, françois bonnefoy? it rhymes. come on, that’s adorable. (pronounced fran-swah bonne-fwah, for the monolinguals out there)

overall, i find it’s more fitting, but this isn’t a hill i’m going to die on. i use francis as well and understand most people do, so no biggie. it’s the same name. 

Q: do you plan on exploring other characters/ships?

A: absolutely! i'm a fan of many different ships and dynamics.

Q: do you take requests or suggestions?

A: definitely!! i’d be delighted to.

Q: do you write explicit smut?

A: yes!! it’s not something i focus on heavily, but i do enjoy writing the occasional graphic sex scene.

Q: damn ma your fics are long af fr… do you write one-shots?

A: eh… maybe two-shots or three-shots? i’m a bit of a rambler and a perfectionist, so i find it difficult to put a whole story in one chapter. also i have a hard time letting go of stories and just putting them down for good! i always find myself coming back to old stuff. 

Q: will you ever write canonverse/nationverse/historical?

A: i would like to! i’m a bit unconfident in my ability, though. while i am interested in history, i’m more keen to explore sociocultural aspects of wartime rather than the conflict itself. i really do admire the attention to detail that historical writers use. it’s impressive, but maybe not my style at the moment!!

Q: what WON’T you write?

A: i am pretty open with the subjects i explore, including grittier aspects of life. abuse, trauma, drugs/drinking, loss, illness, etc. etc. i enjoy realistic/semi-realistic settings.

i can’t see aph england/arthur kirkland in any sort of submissive or feminized role. he’s an objectively masculine character to me.

aside from this, one thing i do not touch is active child ab*se. i can and have inferred it in the past tense, as it can be important to describe past trauma for the development of an adult character, but my main characters will never hurt a child. just a bridge too far.

i’m not a big fan of fantasy. since i’m an adult, i don’t usually write teen/high school/college AUs, with some exceptions.teacher/student is a no-no, professor/student is ok but let’s not romanticize it irl.

i’m into omegaverse in a human setting, and enjoy the occasional werewolf, but furry stuff is… not my thing, to read or write. no h8 tho.

i sure do hope that was a useful resource!! thanks for reading, and please leave me a comment on AO3, i respond 99% of the time!

i am always keen to answer any and all questions regarding my writing, so don’t be shy! xx besitos 

[itspillowtime]

Do you have any teaser for your fics to share? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Hello Anon! I’m very late but if you’re reading this, thank you for waiting patiently. Life has been a tad hectic as of late but I’m hoping things return to normal soon.

Anyway, here you go. Enjoy! :D

Note: Chapstick, My Best Friend’s Little Sister, and Pleasure Lessons are all ongoing IR fics, and some of the snippets below contain suggestive or mature themes. Edit: the E rating stands for “explicit,” not “everyone” xD

Chapstick (rated M for future scenes)

Making his way past patrons and tables to exit the coffee shop, he stopped outside the large cafe windows, bringing his phone up to his ear so he could hear her better.

“Hey, midget. What’s up?”

He could practically hear her glaring at him through the phone, her irritation making him smirk. “Nothing, you jerk. We’re about to head over to the theater but Renji had to take a call, so I figured I’d make one as well.”

“Everything going okay so far?”

Rukia sighed. “Yeah. We haven’t talked about it yet, but I’m planning to after the movie.”

“That’s good. Don’t get too stressed about it while you’re watching the movie.”

“I’ll try,” she promised. “Are you writing today?”

She knew him well; “Yeah, I’m at the Tully’s by my place. Gonna try to get some done but some guy was being an asshole, picking on this girl.”

He heard her tsk through the phone. “That’s not good. Did you break it up?”

“Yeah, she was pretty freaked out but he left eventually. So now I’m just waiting for my drink, which they insisted on giving me for free even though I didn’t do much.”

“I’m sure you’re her hero,” Rukia teased, and he knew she was wiggling her brows at him on the other end. “Maybe you’ll be on a date soon too, hmm?”

“Right,” he said dryly, “I highly doubt that considering she looked like she was about to faint just looking at my face.”

“Told you your face is scary as hell!”

“Shut up,” he grumbled. “You obviously like seeing it all the time.”

He could hear the smirk in her voice; “I don’t like it, fool, I’ve just developed a high tolerance for it. The way some people have built a tolerance for arsenic.” She snickered on the other end and he scowled, despite her being unable to see him.

My Best Friend’s Little Sister (rated E)

As she scooted a bit closer to me on the bench to add some to my plate, her thigh connected with mine under the table. I jumped a bit at the sudden contact, my knee nearly hitting the table when I felt her soft leg pressing against mine.

I caught myself just in time—I’d almost moved away but that would’ve been weirder; it’s not like we were in elementary school anymore and I was some kid afraid of cooties.

Not to mention if I were being honest, the very last thing I wanted to do at that moment was move away from her warmth and the sweet scent of her skin.

If only Renji weren’t sitting right across from us.

I could feel myself starting to grow hard again in my pants—fuck, this was becoming a problem—at how close she was, her arm extended in front of me barely a couple inches away as she leaned over me. The neck of her sweater had slid off her shoulder at some point, exposing her bare skin to my gaze.

I was unable to resist, my eyes darting down to roam over the small curve of her breast beneath her thin top, reminding me of her silhouette I’d seen outside the tent...

Her thigh pressed even more firmly into mine as she started peppering the far side of my bowl, making sure it was distributed evenly. I was nearly fully hard now and jerked away in panic; if she got any closer her leg would practically be draped over mine and she would definitely feel it.

Then—for the briefest moment—I felt her calf rub slightly up and down against mine.

Oh.

Fuck.

Pleasure Lessons (rated E for future scenes)

She took a step away from him as he continued to come toward her.

“I wasn’t doing anything,” she denied again hotly.

“Oh no? It looked like you were enjoying yourself...unless I was mistaken?” he laughed, his bright eyes boring into hers. “That was pretty amazing, Kuchiki. Never would’ve thought our class rep was so wild.” He continued walking her away from the desk until her back was pressed against the wall, the cold glass of the window piercing through her thin shirt and making her shiver. “But I guess even the class rep needs to blow off steam once in a while, huh?”

“Are you going to tell anyone?” she whispered, both unable and afraid to look away from him.

She watched as his lips drew into a lazy smirk. “Hmm,” he drawled, looking amused. “That depends. What do I get out of it if I don’t?”

At that, her expression hardened into one he was more used to seeing on her, making his grin widen. “Don’t think you can try to blackmail me.”

“Blackmail?” he chuckled. “You think I’m that kind of guy?”

“I know you are!”

“Oh you do, do you?” He lowered his face close to hers and she flinched at the sudden proximity. “I’m flattered, didn’t realize the class rep was paying so much attention to me. Tell me, what else do you know about me?”

“That you’re always getting into fights,” she spat at him. “And you don’t care about any of our school rules.”

The edge of his mouth quirked up at that. “Oh, but rules are more fun to break than follow,” he murmured, his canines glinting soft and dangerous in the glow of the setting sun. “Don’t you agree?”

[avis-writeshq]

Keigana! Omg first time writing on Hawks bahaha 🤣 yk his red wings? Yeah they’re my blanket 🥰 i always tell him to sleep with his wings spread open because they’re so so warm! In the morning I’d often scream out for him to go back to bed cus I wanna get a few extra minutes of sleep and i need my personal blanket ok 😠 Keigo never complains though ☺️ and yes he’d call me his baby bird on a daily basis but when we’re *ahem* i’ll tell u what he calls me on discord cus its 🔞 mwah ily avis

OKAY THIS IS GOING TO BE THE FIRST TIME I DO BOTH SFW & NSFW AHAHA Proceed with caution 😀

SFW:

-          Your relationship is a mixture of FLUFF and ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) but we’ll get to that part later bb dw

-          Your vibe is like a pumpkin spice latte – warm, with just enough sweetness and a lot of spice

-          He always makes sure he can cuddle you in the morning!

-          He ends up accidentally taking late night shifts

-          For absolutely no reason

-          But honestly, you don’t mind because you know that the hero business is tough work and very competitive

-          “Hey, baby bird, I have a late shift tonight, okay? I’ll make it up to you, promise.”

-          You a bad bitch so you just go “>:( ass hole” and then hang up

-          LMAO BUT THEN KNOWING YOU

-          YOU’D FEEL BAD AND CALL BACK LIKE “I’m sorry, I love you, please give me cuddles when you get home.”

-          Anyway~ you don’t have a car

-          Because Keigo just takes you everywhere

-          Scared of heights? Sorry babe, I don’t make the rules ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

NSFW:

-          AIGHT HERE’S MY FIRST AND LAST CONTRIBUTION TO KINKTOBER I GUESS

-          Totally feeling a degradation kink here

-          “You’re such a little slut, aren’t you? Come on, say it. Say it.”

-          He growls directly into your ears, relishing the way you shiver at his words before repeating them

-          Your words only come out as breaths and whiny whispers.

-          “Is that all you’re going to give me, baby bird? You can do better than that, can’t you, slut?”

-          Of course, you know exactly how to get him riled up

-          Raising your arms, you stroke up and down the tips of him wings, taking in the soft gasps that leave his mouth.

-          “Not so strong now, are you, daddy?”

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[undercooked-ravioloni]

— milestone special || hoodie x reader

hi bbies <3

i promised you a little fic using the “100 smut dialogue prompts” list, so here we are. i hope i did a good job delivering jdewhd enjoy

@creepy-bi-day, @freaky-farfalle, @the-acolytes-collection, @fekst-fucker @the-not-so-wise-sage [sorry if you didn’t wanna be tagged hhh]

prompt 1: "Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you." 

prompt 2: "You don't have to be gentle with me, I don't break easily." 

[warning] hoodie, long-ass essay fic, sum badly-written action ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

The whole way to the checkpoint, you could feel Hoodie’s eyes on you as he filled in your steps in the muddy terrain. A few times, you swayed your hips teasingly, turning your head ever-so-slightly so to spare him  a view of the slightest of smirks on your lips before turning to face Toby’s back again. You’d occasionally feel Hoodie reply to your teasing with the ghost of a touch travelling up your arm which made you all the more eager to get payback.

The four of you - three proxies and yourself - single filed past the dense treeline until Masky came to a stop at a small clearing. He dropped the bag onto the ground. Toby eagerly began to unzip it and pass out the equipment: masks, guns and ammo. You weighed your weapon in your hands before glancing at your boyfriend. His eyes went up to meet yours as he took his gun from Toby. He pulled his mask over his face, a few strands of hair sticking out in odd angles from under his hood. You grinned, walking over to him. As your hand travelled up to fix up his hair, he leaned in.

“You better tell me you’ll have more protection on when we actually give this a go.”

“Oh come on. If you guys don’t wear any then I won’t either. I’m no coward. Plus, it’s only fair.” You mumbled back. Hoodie put a hand on your waist, thumb gently rubbing circles on the fabric of your jacket.

“Are you sure that’s what you want? We could really hurt you.”

Your palm came into contact with his forehead, giving it a small shove in annoyance. His head tilted back and you could hear him huff through his nose. 

“You don't have to be so gentle with me, I don't break easily,” You said, rolling your eyes. He eyed you and leaned in to press his forehead against yours.

“Mm, careful what you wish for, baby.”

“This baby’s tougher than you think,” You grinned. “Trust me. I got this. And if I get hurt, you get to carry me, you lucky boyfriend, you.” 

He smiled slightly at your words. 

“Then this is permission to go all out on you? I won’t hold back.” 

His warning only made your grin widen.  

“I’d want it no other way~”

You leaned in to kiss him, hand slowly trailing down his chest but you got interrupted by Masky clearing his throat loudly. You both turned your head to the man in the tan jacket who stood there, with arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently.

“If you two are done grossing us out, we’d like to get started.”

You patted Hoodie’s chest and pulled away, pushing your own mask down over your face.

“Yes Masky sir!”

The proxy groaned in response and gestured for everyone to get closer. Holding out his arm, he pointed at the watch on his wrist.

“You’ll get 30 seconds of a head start. When this time’s up, it’s free-for-all, no mercy. No breaks until you’re dead. Got it?” Hoodie, Toby and you nodded in union. “Good. Now, ready, set, go.”

The small group burst into four separate pieces as each person ran back towards the treeline. From the corner of your eye, you watched your boyfriend and the direction he took, making a mental note of it for further down the line.

As you hopped over roots and small bushes, you tried to think of a strategy but the blood rushing through your head, fully charged with adrenaline, made it a bit difficult. Your fingers clenched and unclenched around your weapon in excitement and fright. 

You finally opted to perch out on a tree, waiting for prey to come stumbling your way. The foliage provided enough cover and it had enough branches for you to make your way up its trunk without much trouble. 

You remained there, gazing over the narrow trail in hopes of catching a glimpse of one of the boys, preferably one in an orange hoodie. You stayed and stayed and then stayed some more, but after what felt like several painful hours later, you decided that maybe it’d be better to try your luck at a more active approach. You tossed your gun onto a patch of grass and quietly climbed down, feet hitting the ground almost soundlessly. A small, proud smile on your lips, you picked up your weapon and started to make your way back towards the clearing. Surely, you had outlasted at least one person. With some luck, the other three had turned on each other. 

You crept through the shadows, eyes darting around for any sign of life besides yourself.

By the time you spotted a flash of Masky’s jacket somewhere to your left, it was too late. His shot smacked against a thin branch right next to you, snapping it off clean with the sheer force. 

A loud curse rang out before you could stop it and then you were darting, suddenly very aware and terrified of the threat behind you. Seems that between fight or flight, you choose flight. You dodged any obstacles in your way while trying to keep an eye on the enemy that seemed to be closing in on you. You recognized the scenery changing as you got closer to the starting point and between the death wish that was the openness of that terrain and the uncertainty of the woods to your right, you chose to take a sharp turn towards the latter. Now you just had to pray Hoodie wasn’t where he had initially gone off to. 

You slowly began to notice that you were putting quite a bit of distance between yourself and Masky, but you didn’t dare stop. A moving target was probably harder to hit anyway so you said your screw-you’s to your stamina and a logical way of approaching the game and decided to keep on with your run. You risked a look over your shoulder and realized the masked man had disappeared. A rustle from the front caught your attention however and another apparition, this time in the form of your boyfriend, stood merely a few feet away from you. He aimed his gun and pulled the trigger.

The shock of the paintball sent you crashing into the ground, your hands flying to your masked face as you hollered. You rolled onto your side, spitting out that god-awful mix and slurring out curse words. You then got to removing your mask, dragging out your groan of pain. Your face felt like it was on fire. The pressure of the shot had etched the mask into your skin with deep red lines, outlined with the dark blue of the paint. You couldn’t even touch it so you rolled side to side on your back and thrashed your legs while your hands hovered over your closed eyes helplessly. 

“I hate you!” You shrieked out as your brain started to process the background noises to your suffering - your boyfriend and his friends’ laughter.

“Says th-the first one out.” Toby commented smugly.  

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game.” Masky chimed in and you could see, in your mind’s eye, the high-five he exchanged with Hoodie.

“You said I had permission to go all out,” Hoodie defended. “No mercy, remember?”

“Shooting me in the damned face from less than ten feet away was not part of that!” You let out another drawn out yell, both from frustration and the soul-sucking burning of your face. Hoodie kneeled next to you, slowly taking one of your hands and you squeezed back as hard as you possibly could in cold-blooded revenge. He huffed softly, a small smile on his lips and he poked the tip of your nose. You swatted his hand away with a frown on your features. 

“I’m sorry,” He said softly. “I guess that was a pretty low blow.”

“You think!?”

“Alright, alright,” He gripped your shoulder as he helped you sit up carefully. “You can get me back for that.”

Hand still in his, you tugged on his arm and proceeded to very gently wipe your face on his sleeve. You could hear him inhale, wanting to protest, but he decided to shut his mouth and let you do as you pleased. When you finished, your face was still smeared in blue, but at least it was now on his hoodie too. He tugged slightly at your hand to get you to stand up.

“Oh no,” You pulled back harder. “You’re not getting away so easy.”

Abruptly pulling him to you, you leaned up and pressed your lips against his for the span of a few seconds until he pulled away. You opened your eyes to find him spitting and wiping his mouth.

“You taste filthy.” His face distorted in disgust.

“Thanks to my suck-ass boyfriend.” You commented as you punched his shoulder. He chuckled meekly as he leaned in and started to wipe away the paint from your face with his clean sleeve with all the care he could muster.

“Yeah, well, he’ll carry you home,” He smiled apologetically. “Maybe that’ll help you forgive him just a little bit?”

“Maybe.” You replied vaguely. You tried to offer him a small smile, but quickly stopped when you felt a twinge. 

“I’ll make it up to you [Name], promise.”

“Oh Christ. Come on Rogers, they’re at it again.”

You let out a muffled laugh as you got up with Hoodie’s help. He grabbed your weapon off the ground, clicked the safety into place and intertwined his fingers with yours. He started to follow his two colleagues, but not before you jumped on his back and clenched to him.

[acanvasofabillionsuns]

got a fascination (with you)

chapter 1! @heavenly-roman

Summary: Roman has a Plan™ (its effectiveness is,, debatable) Warnings: self-deprecation, maybe some secondhand embarrassment, threatened fratricide (roman doesn’t really mean it), all caps in a few spots Wordcount: 3181

Step 1 - call him pet names ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“What do you think, darling?” Roman turns to Janus for his opinion.

“Ihavetogo,” Janus says in a rush, before hurrying out of the room, face bright red. 

Roman grins to glowself—he’s flustered! Glo has a chance!—and turns back to Remus.

“I guess he doesn’t want to share what he thinks.”

“…What was that.”

“What was what?”

“‘Darling?’ Since when do you call Janus ‘darling’?”

“That is step one of my master plan to woo Janus,” Roman informs him haughtily. “I was gauging his interest.”

“Or making him so uncomfortable he had to leave.”

“Wait, you think so?” Looking back with that perspective, that could definitely be the case. Oh no, what if glo’d ruined glows chance by calling Janus a pet name when he didn’t like people calling him those? What if Janus was so agitated by it he didn’t want to be friends anymore? “Shoot.”

Roman pulls out glows phone and opens glows messages with Janus. ‘dude i am so sorry, i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. i just’

Roman looks up at Remus. “Quick, what do I tell him I did it for?”

“I don’t know, why are you asking me? You said I’d be terrible at wooing!”

“Remus!”

“I don’t know! Say you do it with your friends sometimes? Or tell him the truth.”

“Friend thing!” Roman crows, typing ‘use pet names on my friends sometimes? but i won’t for you, sorry again’ and sending it. “Thanks, you’re a lifesaver.”

“I think the truth was the better option,” Remus tells him snobbily.

“Everyone’s a critic.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

What was that?  “Darling??” Since when is Janus Roman’s darling???

Janus buries his face in his hands, keeping enough visibility that he can actually see where he’s going. He makes his way to the nearest bathroom and plops to the floor. He’s too gay to worry about germs or whatever else because Roman just called him darling.

Did that mean glo likes him back? Maybe? But surely Roman knew what glo was saying when glo called him darling, and Janus doubts glo just calls crushes darling without confessing first. That sounds like it has the potential to be incredibly awkward. But maybe glo does?

Or maybe there’s some explanation Janus had just forgotten about? Or an obvious answer that he’s just completely missed?

Roman had said it so casually. “Darling.” Like it was normal. (One part of Janus’s brain whispers what if it was normal and Janus can feel the blood rushing to his face.)

Janus’s phone dings and he pulls it out, hoping he can distract himself from the massive gay crisis he is having. No such luck, unfortunately.

‘dude i am so sorry, i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, i just use pet names on my friends sometimes? but i won’t for you, sorry again’

Oh. It was a friend thing. Roman didn’t mean anything by it.

Janus buries his face in his hands again, this time from embarrassment, and groans. Stupid, thinking Roman calling him darling meant anything. Although, who just calls their friends pet names randomly? That’s such a stupidly (endearingly) Roman thing to do.

Oh, he hasn’t answered Roman yet. He should do that.

Janus sits up and taps the screen so the little cursor and keyboard pop up. He thinks for a minute on how to spin his sudden departure as not very gay, then realizes Roman gave him an excuse. Wait, no, because then Roman’ll think he’s upset with glow or something because of it. Maybe he can pretend he had somewhere to be? Flimsy excuse, but he doesn’t want to leave Roman on read for longer to think of a better one and risk Roman thinking he’s mad at glow or something. The double “sorry” almost definitely means glo feels guilty for saying it.

‘it’s okay idm! I just remembered I had somewhere to be. sorry if I made you feel bad, you’re fine I promise ’

Janus rereads the message a few times, changing the exclamation point into a semicolon and rearranging the last bit so it reads ‘I promise you’re fine’ before sending it. There’s a pause of a few seconds where Janus stares at his screen, then a bouncing ellipsis appears for a moment before Roman replies ‘it’s okay!! gl with your thing!!’

Janus smiles at his screen, then puts a hand over his mouth to hide it. He’s so gone on Roman.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Step 2 - see how he reacts to the idea of them dating ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey, Janus!” Roman calls, running up and skidding to a stop in front of him. “Hey.”

“Hi, Roman,” Janus says, smiling at glow, which glo takes as a good sign.

“I wanted to ask you something.”

“Okay?”

Shoot, Roman realizes, I am not going to be able to just ask how he’d feel about going on a date with me. What do I do now?

“Roman?” Janus does a little wave at glow. “You good?”

“Yeah!” Roman flashes him a grin.

“What’d you wanna ask me?” Janus prompts after another few moments of Roman frantically trying to make up an excuse.

“I, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” Screw it. “I wanted to ask if you’d want to hang out with me sometime?” Roman winces at how squeaky glows voice got by the end of it.

“I mean, sure? Why do you sound so nervous, though? We’ve done that plenty of times before.”

Roman’s shoulders climb up near glows ears. “No, I mean like? Hanging out? One on one?” There’s a pause where Janus opens his mouth to speak and Roman realizes that glo isn’t sure glo wants to know what he’s going to say, so glo rushes out, “Oh look at the time I’ve gotta go sorry bye see ya!” and sprints off.

Roman runs outside, to glows car, and slides into the driver’s seat, letting glows head thunk against the top of the steering wheel. That certainly could’ve gone better.

It’s only after Roman’s started driving home that glo realizes glo’s finished the first two steps, which means past-Roman was too optimistic about glo’s ideas-ability and current-Roman has no clue what glo’s going to do next. 

“Besides wait to see if he unfriends me because of how weird I was acting, I guess,” glo mutters to glowself. Janus doesn’t seem like the type to do that, but if he pieces together that Roman likes him, gets uncomfortable, and decides to distance himself from Roman because of that? …That sounds like an unfortunately realistic scenario.

Roman sighs. There’s nothing to do now but wait and see how (or if) Janus reacts.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Step 3 - ??? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Janus looks at the fake potted plant across the hall from where he’s standing.

“Did that seem really weird to you too or is it just me?” he asks it, in lieu of an actual human being anywhere nearby to ask.

The plant, predictably, doesn’t reply, and Janus sighs.

He considers messaging Roman to ask what all that was about, but judging from how dodgy glo was in person, Janus doesn’t think he’s going to get a better answer through text.

Was Roman asking you on a date? his traitorous brain asks, and Janus scrunches up his nose and tells it to stop seeing things that aren’t there. He’s not going to let himself assume and then make a fool of himself when he turns out to be wrong, weirding out Roman and potentially losing glow as a friend in the process. 

Even if Roman’s anxiety levels did seem disproportionately high, glo’d only asked if they could hang out. They’d only hung out in groups before! They were still in the process of being comfortable around each other! Being nervous about hanging out with a friend you aren’t very close with yet is perfectly normal! If Janus’s brain could shut up about what if glo likes you back and it seemed kind of like glo might’ve been asking you on a date that would be great, thank you! He isn’t going to read too deeply into things and find some meaning that doesn’t actually exist, thank you very much!

…If this line of thought could stop sounding like he’s trying to convince himself of it, that would be great too, thanks.

Janus shakes his head to clear it and pulls out his phone, turning on some music to distract himself as he walks out to his car. He just needs to stop thinking about this for a bit, and then he can do something—ask Remus? Maybe? That sounds like a decent plan—about it later.

By the time Janus has driven home, the plan to ask Remus about it has solidified in his brain, so he goes inside and grabs an apple to snack on while he texts Remus.

‘hey’

‘Yooooooooo’ comes a few minutes later. Janus squints, counts the o’s, considers asking how Remus remembers the exact number of o’s he’s done each time so he can add one more every new conversation, then decides he doesn’t want to get into that.

‘has Roman been acting,, off? at all with you today?’

‘No why’

‘glo asked me if I wanted to hang out one on one then ran away before I could answer?? I was hoping you could tell me about that?’

‘SLDKJFSLDF glo DID??’

‘yes’

‘Omg this is too good,,,,, glo’s never living this down,,,,, tried to ask you out on a date and ran away before you could say yes KASNFKENFNSKFNE’

Wait. 

Date? Roman had been trying to ask him out on a date??

Wait.

Before he could say yes???

‘remus wth’

‘I can’t,,,,,,,,, as soon as glo gets home i’m gonna look at glow and burst into laughter,,,,,,, this is amazing,,,,,,’

‘remus wdym “before i could say yes”?? who’s to say that i would’ve agreed to a date??’

‘Would u have?”

‘i mean, glo asked if we could hang out. not go on a date’

‘Okay but you totally would’ve said yes either way’

Janus doesn’t respond, trying to figure out how to deny it without sounding like a complete liar. 

‘( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Your silence is condemning you fool’

‘...maybe,’ Janus finally acquiesces. ‘i admit to nothing.’ Then, because Janus is still very confused about this, ‘roman was trying to ask me out??’ Remus has been annoyingly unhelpful about answering that so far.

‘Kakandfdfas yeah’

‘i see’

‘Jdgsfskdfsdsjsjjsdj what’s that supposed to mean’

Janus leaves him on read, already plotting how to use this information to his advantage (and a little bit to spite him. Just because he can).

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Virgil,” Roman groans. “I’m an idiot.”

“Yeah.”

“And Remus won’t stop laughing at me about it, thus forcing me—what do you mean ‘yeah?’ You’re supposed to be supporting me! I—you don’t even know what I’m complaining about yet!”

Virgil rolls his eyes. “Don’t need to know what you did to know you’re an idiot.” 

Roman scoffs offendedly. The disrespect! And after glo is trusting him enough to open up about glows problems!

“I don’t have to take this!”

“But you will.”

Roman hums, conflicted. Usually, glo would take Virgil’s mocking, giving just as good as glo got, but glo doesn’t really feel good enough about glowself at the moment. After embarrassing glowself in front of Janus, Roman’s ego is at an all time low, and Virgil isn’t helping.

Virgil pokes glow. “If it’s bothering you I can stop.”

“Tone it back a bit?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Thanks.”

“‘Course.” Virgil pokes glow again and Roman bats at his hand, but glo’s smiling now. “What’d you do this time, princex?”

Roman sighs and puts a hand to glows forehead dramatically, slumping back in glows seat. “It’s tragic! I’ve been humiliated and can no longer show my face around school.”

“I’m heartbroken,” Virgil deadpans. “What happened?”

“I asked—” Roman falters. This sounds… stupid. Glo asked Janus a question and then ran away before he could answer? Virgil’s probably going to laugh at glow. Roman would probably laugh if the situation was reversed. “You know what, nevermind.”

“No, what is it?” Virgil presses, smirking, but he drops it when he notices Roman’s expression. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I just... don’t really want to talk about this anymore,” Roman says, putting an elbow on the table so glo can cover glows mouth with glows hand as glo looks over at the wall.

“Okay,” Virgil agrees. “Is this ‘I’m scared of being vulnerable’ don’t want to talk or something else? Because if it’s the first thing then I promise not to laugh at you or judge you or anything.”

Roman wrinkles glows nose, considering. Still staring at the wall, glo says, “I was going to ask Janus out on a date, but I chickened out and asked him how he’d feel about ‘hanging out one on one’ or something stupid, and then chickened out again and ran away before he could answer. And now I think he’s probably figured out I like him and he’ll probably stop being friends with me because now it’s weird. So.” Glo gives a short, self-deprecating laugh. “Anyway, how’re you doing?”

“I’m fine,” Virgil says lightly after a moment. “My best friend was scared to tell me something, but glo opened up anyway, so I’m proud of glow and happy glo was comfortable enough to share that with me. And despite how anxious glo is about the situation, I think it’s gonna work out for glow.”

Roman looks over at him, asking softly, “I’m your best friend?” Glo’d figured, kind of, but it was the first time either of them had said it to each other.

“I mean, one of, but yeah. I don’t annoy just anyone; my anxiety’s way too high for that.”

“And your standards,” Roman jokes, pointing glows nose in the air.

“And my standards,” Virgil agrees, grinning.

“Well, I suppose, then, that I could concede that you’re my best friend too, and that I appreciate you saying all that,” Roman says primly, making eye contact with Virgil for a moment and smiling before glancing away nervously. “Do you really think it’ll work out?”

“Oh, yeah,” Virgil says, with much more confidence than Roman thinks he maybe should have. “Definitely.”

Roman squints. “I’m trusting you.”

“As you should.” Virgil sticks his nose up in the air in what Roman is certain is a mockery of glow earlier, and so of course glo reaches over and shoves him, laughing at the indignant squawk Virgil makes. From there it devolves into them hitting at each other, not hard enough to really hurt, and laughing so hard that for a while Roman forgets about Janus.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Step 4 - profit ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Hey, Roman,” Janus calls, walking the last few steps over to glow. He wonders briefly if the roses are too much, but Roman’s already turned to look at him so he guesses it’s too late to try to subtly get rid of them or something.

Roman’s face does a thing, where it sort of… spasms? Just for a second, but it’s almost like a flash of fear before Roman’s grinning at him and Janus wonders if he’d imagined it.

“Hi, Janus!” glo chirps. “Whatcha got there?” Glo leans over to the side, trying to look behind Janus’s back.

“A gift,” he tells glow, “to, uh, try to— actually, yeah. Just a gift. For you.” Janus mentally facepalms. Remus said Roman likes him; he shouldn’t be so nervous about this!

“For me?” Roman’s eyebrows raise. “What’re you trying to do?”

“Um.” Janus gathers all his courage, pulling the roses out from behind his back and shoving them towards Roman as he says, “Ask you on a date?” It comes out sounding more like a question than he’d intended, and he squeezes his eyes shut, bracing.

Nothing happens, and after a few moments he opens one eye to peer nervously at Roman, who’s sitting there slack-jawed.

“Roman?” Janus asks, straightening up and letting his arms relax.

There’s a squeak.

“Are you okay?”

There’s another squeak, a lot of sputtering, and then finally glo echoes, “Date?”

“If you want to go on one?” Janus offers.

“You want to go on a date… with me?” Roman’s gaze is flickering between staring at the roses and looking up at him in bewilderment.

“I—yes?” This isn’t how Janus envisioned this going. “I like you romantically, you like me romantically, we go on a date and maybe more if we both enjoy ourselves? Does that sound right?”

Roman’s face, which had been steadily growing pinker as the conversation continued, now flames bright red, and glo buries glows face in glows hands.

“Who told you I like you?”

“Remus.”

“I’m going to kill him.” Janus can see Roman take a deep breath, shoulders rising and falling, and then glo looks up at him, face still fairly pink. “And then I’m going to go on a date with you, provided this isn’t your version of a joke or something, and then if it goes well then maybe I’ll resurrect him.”

“Sounds lovely.” Janus grins. “Maybe leave the fratricide until after the date so you don’t have to go through all the work of bringing him back to life?”

“Sure.”

Lacking any response, Janus holds the flowers back out to Roman. Glo takes them gingerly, tracing the edge of a petal and rubbing another one between glows fingers, lifting it up to sniff it and admiring the bouquet. Janus watches glow, a small smile creeping on his face at how enraptured Roman is by the flowers.

After a minute or two, Roman looks back up at him.

“Thank you,” glo says, hiding the bottom half of glows face behind the roses. “No one’s ever bought me flowers before; they’re beautiful.”

“Just like you,” Janus says before his brain can do any silly little things like consider the consequences and Not say stupidly sappy stuff. Roman’s face ducks further under the flowers, and Janus thinks he hears a squeak.

“Thank you,” glo repeats.

“You’re quite welcome, dear.” Janus tacks the pet name on as revenge for how flustered he’d been when Roman called him darling on impulse, curious to see how Roman reacts. Which is, apparently, to squeak more loudly and actually pull glows face up from the bouquet enough to glare weakly at him.

“Stoooooop,” glo complains. “I retract my agreement to date you.”

“Well, in that case, let me retract my roses.”

“No, they’re mine.” Roman clutches them closer against glows chest.

“Alright, then pay for them.”

Roman squints at him. “What’s the payment?”

Janus reaches out, gesturing towards glows hand. Roman stretches it out towards him slowly, watching for what he’s going to do. Janus takes it carefully, bending over it and looking up through his eyelashes at Roman.

“Is this okay?”

Roman nods, blushing, and Janus kisses glows hand, straightening up and smirking at glow. (And if he doesn’t release Roman’s hand, it’s surely just an oversight on his part.)

“Payment.”

“This is unfair,” Roman complains. “I had this whole plan to try and woo you and now you’re being mean and you stole my idea.”

“Well,” Janus says, squeezing glows hand a little. “I’d say your plan worked pretty well.”

Roman looks at their joined hands and squeezes back, then smiles up at Janus. 

“Yeah, I’d say so too.”

[heroloverangel]

Feels Like Home (3/3)

Y’all already know exactly what this is. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Chapter 3: Missed You

"I missed you so much."

Mirio’s voice is muted against your throat as he continues his job of covering every exposed bit of your skin in kisses. You can’t help but smile and run a hand through his hair, every bit as happy to be reunited as your boyfriend. It’s only been a few weeks since his mission, but it feels like you’ve spent months apart and you’re both eager to make up for lost time.

You pull him off your neck to meet his lips instead. “Me too. It’s been so lonely in this big bed.”

“I can fix that.” He works a hand under the familiar sweatshirt beneath him, revealing a fresh inch of your stomach above your leggings. “My clothes look so much better on you,” he points out, pushing up the shirt you’d stolen from his closet months ago. His fingers are warm on your skin as he shoves the fabric up higher over your chest. You squirm out of it and he pauses above you, taking a second to admire your body after being denied so long. “Actually, they look better off of you,” he jokes, tracing his lips over your collarbone.

It’s difficult, trying to get him out of his own shirt when all his attention is so spectacularly distracting. You have to wait for him to break away for a breath of air before you’re able to tug it over his head, but you’re rewarded with the sight of those amazing muscles he’s worked so hard for. It’s a welcome reminder that, despite everything, Mirio is still the strongest person you know. Pulling him down against you, you bask in the feel of his warm body, raw power under your fingertips as you run them over his back. “I’m so glad you’re back,” you say, unable to find the words to accurately express your overwhelming happiness.

His smile is dazzling. “You know I couldn’t stay away for long. I’d go crazy!” His fingers grip at your thigh to spread your legs open more and press against you, and you can feel the rigid shape of his erection through the layers of fabric between you. The shuddery little gasp slips out of your mouth thoughtlessly, and he groans in response. “Babe, I wanna touch you so much right now. You wanna help me get these off?” He pinches the stretchy material of your leggings and lets it snap back into place for emphasis. You’re more than happy to obey, wiggling them past your hips before letting him yank them down your legs. It’s almost surprising that you only hear one seam rip in his haste to get them off of you. “Wow,” he murmurs as he takes in the sight of you stripped to your underwear. “I think you got even prettier while I was gone.”

You meet your boyfriend’s gaze, too sweet for his own good, and somehow you manage to fall more in love with him. One large hand runs up your side to settle on your bra strap; he pulls it aside and trails kisses along your shoulder as he goes. You work your arm out of it and he switches to show the same devotion to your other shoulder. “Hey, can you…” you’re on the same page and reach behind you for the hooks before he can finish asking. His hands are back on you in a moment, ignoring the familiar sound of your bra being flung across the room with too much excitement and smacking into the wall.

“God, I love your chest,” he murmurs, cupping your breasts without mercy. “You’re so nice and soft and squishy.” He squeezes them firmly and you sigh with satisfaction. “Your nipples are so cute, babe.”

He pauses, the two of you stare at each other for a beat, and then both of you dissolve into laughter. It’s just such an endearingly random, cheesy, Mirio thing to say that you can’t help it. “Sorry, sorry!” His grin is unyielding even as he kisses you again. You run your fingers down his body, appreciating every curve and dip of his firm muscles. Your touch stutters at the feel of the large, unfamiliar scar marring his perfect abs and you gently trace over it. “Don’t worry about it, it looks worse than it is-”

“I’m proud of you,” you whisper, lips following a path along his cheek and jaw. “You’re incredible, Mirio. I have to be the luckiest person on the planet to have you.” You expect him to eat up your compliment like candy, but he just shakes his head. 

“No way, princess. I think we’re just about even on that.” Your heart melts at the sound of his cute little laugh and he returns to the important task of fondling you. Strong hands grope at your breasts, pinching and teasing your nipples hard. You squirm under him, occupying your own fingers with running through his golden hair as he nips at your skin and leaves a mark on your neck. “You make the sweetest noise when I tease you like this.” You let out a little whine when his tongue flicks across a nipple and you bring him closer to take it into his mouth. His name comes out as a needy gasp, familiar tension coiling inside you. “See?” he releases you with a satisfyingly wet sound to focus on your other side. “Baby, you’re adorable.”

You’re so warm, heat prickling along your spine and sweat coating your body by the time he’s done. You pull him up for another kiss, happy to let his tongue slip into your mouth and prove how eager he still is to please you. You drag impatient fingers down his torso, reaching for his zipper and he catches your point, taking over for you and shoving his jeans off. Firm thighs press against your softer ones and you feel his cock twitch beneath his underwear, only a few thin layers away from where you want him most.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he breathes in your ear, tracing the curve of your side. “Your stomach’s so cute. And I love your hips, I missed grabbing on them. And man, your ass is just…” he lifts you up a bit to squeeze at it and his words devolve into an appreciative groan. “I can’t get over these thighs, either.” He massages at your inner thighs, coaxing them further apart and eyeing the obvious damp spot of your panties. Mirio licks his lips at the sight, taking the opportunity to rub you through the damp fabric. Immediately you grind yourself against his hand, desperate for his touch after your unplanned hiatus. “I thought about you, every night I was gone.” He smirks at you, eyes warm with affection and without further delay he’s tugging your panties off. You don’t need much foreplay tonight, you’re plenty wound up for him already, but when he slides two fingers inside your pussy you can’t help but cry out in relief. This is where he belongs: in bed with you, kissing you, touching you, fucking you until everyone else on the floor knows how much he loves you. 

It’s almost embarrassing how fast he can get you off. His fingers scissor inside you, opening you for him, stroking at your walls as his thumb ghosts over your clit. It’s exactly what you need but you grip his wrist to stop. “Mirio, no. Not yet. I...I want to come with you inside me.” Your boyfriend pauses then withdraws, licking his lips when his eyes meet yours. He takes a deep breath to steady himself and nods.

“Fuck, I want it too. More than anything.” He moves quickly, shorts coming off to reveal his dick, hard and ready for you like always. You take him in your hand, throbbing in your palm as you guide him into position. Mirio gives you another long kiss before his hips press forward and he’s finally entering you. “Babe, you’re perfect.”

Neither of you have patience for a slow buildup tonight. He shows enough restraint to ease himself into you over several thrusts, but once he’s fully sheathed inside your cunt his willpower quickly crumbles. “You’re squeezing me so tight,” he groans, rutting deep against you to enjoy how nice you feel wrapped around him. “I really, really love you.”

“Y-you too,” you manage out, gripping his broad shoulders like a lifeline. You’re in heaven underneath him, fixated on the movements of his amazing body and incredibly grateful to have him again. Of course you hadn’t been completely unfulfilled during your time apart, the toys in your bedside drawer made sure of that. But you’ve become spoiled from your relationship, and nothing compares to the feel of your boyfriend’s thick cock stretching you open and pleasing you better than anything else could. His pace speeds up, pelvis rubbing teasingly against your clit with every move and you find yourself at your limit already, only a few wonderful minutes after you began. There’s no attempt to keep quiet when you call out his name, moaning about how good he feels as your pussy milks him for more. He reaches his own climax soon after, your blissed out mind only semi-aware of the excessively wet sensation of his cum flooding into you.

His rhythm stills and he slips out of you, but the look on his face promises that he’s far from done with you. “I needed that,” he admits, voice low and husky with untamed arousal. “I needed you,” he corrects himself, and then his lips are all over you. You’re smothered in kisses, all across your face and shoulders, peppering your neck and moving down to your breasts once more. He sucks at your nipples again, your hips bucking faintly at the stimulation. There’s a glint of mischief in his eye and he slips a hand between your sweaty bodies to begin roughly massaging your clit. You’ve hardly recovered from your first orgasm and he’s already threatening to send you into another one. You make a sound of complaint but he shushes you. “You’re so good to me, I gotta make you feel even better. Just let me take care of you, okay?”

You can’t argue with that, all you can do is lie back and enjoy his affection. Your clit twitches at the unyielding motion of his fingers, almost too sensitive to stand it. Mirio offers you that trademark big, friendly smile before catching you off-guard and clamping his his teeth sharply around your nipple. Your voice comes out in a ragged gasp, nails sinking into his strong back as your resolve snaps. You writhe against him, choking on air and ignoring the sound of his cheerful voice showering you in nonstop praise and love.

He’s kind enough to wait for you to fully rebound this time, only stroking his hands lightly across your heated skin. Eventually you start touching him back, signaling that you’re ready for more, and he’s more than willing to continue. Dick almost painfully hard after your little show, he rubs it between your silky folds and coats himself in your combined fluids. “No more teasing,” you whine pitifully and he agrees. 

You’re soaked, your body giving no resistance to him sliding back in, cunt taking all of him in one smooth thrust. “You’re so wet for me, sweetheart. You feel amazing.” He holds himself up over you so he can see how you pant and squirm for him, watching with interest as a bead of sweat drips down your skin. He cages you between his arms and it feels right; being surrounded and filled by him is overwhelming in the best way possible. “I love you,” he growls out yet again, leaning down until your foreheads almost touch. “I love you so much. I don’t ever wanna leave again, I can’t get enough of you.” You struggle to keep up with him, overstimulated body trying its best to match his pace even as his hips begin to stutter and his movements grow sloppier.

You trail your nails along his strong back, coaxing him further. “You’re gonna make me come again, baby. You’re so great, Mirio. He draws out and thrusts back in hard, and your legs lock around his hips like a vise. “Oh, god, that’s good. You reach for him, cupping his face in your smaller hands to meet his gaze. “You take such good care of me,” you coo softly, enjoying the dark blush splashed across his flushed cheeks. “My big, strong hero. You’re so fucking cute-”

You don’t get to finish your sentence. You find yourself happily interrupted by your own name, loud and ragged in your ear, then he buries his face against your neck in a too-late attempt to stay quiet. A heartbeat later he finishes, cock throbbing deep inside and pumping you full of your perfect boyfriend’s thick, sticky cum. The added sensation is enough to bring you to the edge, and when his lips seal over your throat to suck a hickey into your skin it’s all over for you. Your pussy clenches around him tight and you squeal, much too loud in the small room but you’re far past the point of caring. “You’re so goddamn beautiful like this,” he tells you, voice still breathy and wearing an expression of pure devotion as he stares down at you.

The two of you take a few minutes to relax, Miro’s head coming to rest at it’s favorite spot on your chest and you play with his disheveled hair. “Welcome home, love,” you mutter, he only laughs and flashes you that brilliant smile. Eventually you separate, Mirio just a little too eager to help clean you up to be considered entirely innocent, and you take notice of the time. “It’s already after nine, we missed dinner.” You sit up more to look for your clothes and think up a game plan. “You start back to class tomorrow. Come on, we better jump in the shower and then we can make something quick to eat.” He makes a sound of protest, tries to trap you in the bed but you wiggle out of his grasp. “Don’t complain,” you pull your leggings back on, not bothering to find your discarded panties. “Everyone should be out of the showers by now, so we can take one together.” You’re not surprised that he immediately perks up, no doubt imagining another round and you can’t say he’s wrong.

You lose sight of him, distracted while you slip his hoodie over your bare torso. He moves fast even after all that activity, and you’re pulled into a bear hug before you even get your arms through the sleeves. You snuggle against his warm chest and he lets out a happy sigh. 

“You’re right.”

“Of course I am. About what?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I love my old man and it was fine back at our house...” You manage to free your hands only to have them captured by his own. “But it’s just not the same anymore. Being here, with you, though. That’s what feels like home now.” It’s silent in his room for a second and he lets out a small laugh. “That sounded really corny, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, it did.” Gently, you free your arms from his grasp and wrap them around his waist, holding him just as strongly. “But you’re right; you feel like home to me, too.”

In all the time you’ve known Mirio, you’ve never seen him look this happy.

[ivisite]

DRAGONBORN 30 DAY CHALLENGE

Day 13 - Thieves in the Ratway  

Did they join the Thieves Guild?: 

She officially joined as a member when she was 20 after impressing the senior members with her skills while tagging along with Brynjolf on his jobs. She was around long enough to get to know several of the more esteemed members but wasn’t there long enough to get close to many of the “entry level” recruits.  

She returned at 27 (she was with the Companions a few months and her birthday passed) and since she never “left” the guild, technically she was still a member. Albeit she was in debt and kind of just doing the work for the sake of paying off what she owed rather than for the hell of it. Mercer very sarcastically applauded her when she followed Brynjolf into the Cistern running a few jobs after, stating that “I’d be impressed with your feat had you not put us in more debt then we were already in” and even scoffing and saying “You know, it takes a certain kind of person to be a thief, but it takes a special kind of person to be a thief of thieves.” 

If yes…

How did they feel about their fellow guild members?:

As a younger person, she was more concerned with the likes of Bryn, but when she returned she found herself rather comfortable with the rough rabble of the Flagon. Something about everyone being a societal reject or odd-ball made her feel right at home. Despite her and the other local red head of the guild often bickering and arguing upon her return, she was rather friendly with everyone else. More often than not, specially after getting a few jobs under her belt, the others started warming up to her and she ended up the center of the Flagon with her stories of her travels and her past with the guild. 

She warms up to Brynjolf, too, but only after they get stuck on a heist job together because Delvin claimed “You’re in charge of her debt, Bryn, you ought to make sure she can even do the jobs. Go on and go with her.” It almost went bad (because they started bickering mid-job) but they managed to reluctantly work together and get what they needed and get out without getting caught. Afterwards, they were hyping each other up but realized that they were being civil and [ tsundere bagpipe mode ] kicked in and they started bickering out in the middle of Morthal’s swamps until it got so heated they kissed. Went to Morthal, got drunk and caught up afterwards and managed to work things out that night. Delvin got 1000 septims though, having been in a bet with Vekel and Dirge about the two getting back on good terms.  

How about Maven Black-Briar?:

From the beginning, she’s always kept Maven at arms length. They’re both terribly good at speaking and dancing around words so the conversations between them are always short. She respects that she’s a strong woman but also thinks that she could use something or something to keep her power balanced out. Another powerful person moving to town or something. Too much power never ends well, after all. They are neutral, at best. Maven doesn’t like Saoirse for being so “good at making coin” and drawing people in and Saoirse doesn’t like that Maven thinks she’s some sort of goddess on Nirn. Money talks though and both enjoy money, so at least they have that common ground. 

Her daughter is nice though. After buying Honeyside to avoid sleeping with the skeevers in the sewer, she often takes trip down the the Apothecary shop and talks alchemy with Ingun. 

Was Mercer Frey’s betrayal a shock to them?:

She never liked that old codger, even when she initially joined when she was younger so it wasn’t too terribly surprising. Dodgy as he was and terribly bitter all the time, she figured he must have been up to something. After he tried to kill her though, she was a little more upset. It’s all fun and games until it gets personal and then she gets mad, so to speak. (scared, really, but that’s another story) She’s not reluctant about helping Karliah out at all, trusting her and standing her ground on the matter when confronted by the other guild members and Brynjolf. When Karliah states she knows how to get to Mercer, Saoirse is ready to squad up. 

How do they feel as a Nightingale?: 

She’s not terribly into religion, Aedra or Daedra, so the whole “doing it in the name of Nocturnal and serving the prince in life and death” thing weirded her out. Herself and Brynjolf were both a bit turned off from the idea at first but eventually shrugged it off and gave in, if only to get the guild back on the right path. The armor is neat, though, at least.   “Y’know Karliah, Bryn and I always joked we were a match made in Sovngarde with the irony being that neither of us would ever get to go there.” Saoirse said thoughtfully with a short chuckle. “...Aye, I suppose birds of a feather will always flock together though.”

Will they make a good Guild Master?:

Once again, I kind of sway from canon with this but it’s still lore friendly. After she does the main quest of returning the skeleton key, she still keeps her base of operations in Riften while going about the Dragonborn destiny with the Greybeards. While out traveling all over Skyrim on that journey, she keeps up with the guild and continues doing jobs to count towards her debt that she insists on paying off, regardless of all she’s done. Eventually, she manages to get all the special jobs and when offered the title, she takes it for exactly two days and then gets Brynjolf really drunk and romances him real good one night and, in his drunken stupor, tricks him into taking the Guildmaster title. After he’s tuckered out and fast asleep, she returns to the Flagon, tells Delvin of Brynjolf’s new title and that he’d be down tomorrow morning to get started on the books and officially “gives up” the rank before heading back out to Ivarstead for more Dragonborn-ing. To say the very least, when Bryn made it down the next day all full of himself and hung-over, he wasn’t sure what to make of Delvin dropping the Guilds’ books and finances onto his table at the Flagon and carrying on about “Good luck, Guildmaster.” Once she pays off her debt and talks the now sober Brynjolf into “just dealing with it like he promised”, she takes her leave from the guild but stays in touch, of course  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Late but better than nothing OTL

I like to think that Saoirse would insist on “Nightingale Squad Casual Fredas” meet ups to drink and hang out with each other. 

Also, the drunker she gets, the more you can hear bagpipes playing aggressively in the distance, canon.  (background is screenshot because I can’t draw Rift scenery to save my life)

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“You know...I think Ulfric just needs to get himself a good Dunmer lass to bed him.” Saoirse said after a long moment of thought. 

The comment earned her a snort from the Dunmer nearby and an inquisitive nod from Brynjolf next to her. 

“W-Why say that?” Karliah asked, her attention split between sipping as slowly as possible on her drink and watching the two red-headed Nords as they both heartily drank their own drinks. 

She wasn’t very prudent, so to speak, but in comparison to her Nord friends, she seemed rather stiff about it all. She didn’t think little of them, of course, and in fact was rather amused by her two associates across the way. Having been in hiding for so long, the comradery was of the welcomed sort.

“Listen, he’s an ol’ codger in the worst way- ought to get bedded once real good and who better to knock some sense into that thick ‘ead of his than a strong Dunmer lass? The irony of it!” Saoirse said, holding her bottle of mead out and pointing it at Karliah. 

Brow raised and mouth curled into a confident pout, the red head took a sip from her bottle and chuckled.  “It’d be funny, at least. Make him feel like a right arse for how he keeps Windhelm divided.” She grumbled. 

“Right awful of him, the old bastard. Ne’er met him but I don’t think I’d want to, ya ken?” Brynjolf finally spoke up after finishing off his Alto Wine.  “I ‘ave, at Helgen. We were in the same wagon. He’s very tall. I dinnae ken if it was just the outfit or his presence but he was intimidating to stand by.” Saoirse cooed, gulping down the last swig of her mead. 

“Helgen?” Karliah asked, catching Saoirse off guard a bit.  “Aye, I was almost executed. Unfairly, too. Of all the things I’ve done in life thus far, and they try to execute me for swapping potions for arrows at a Stormcloak outpost I came across.” 

Her tone was amusingly dry as she spoke, rolling her eyes mid-sentence and Karliah couldn’t help but laugh.  “Ya’know, I think we should do this more often.” Brynjolf spoke up once again, having discovered the emptiness of his bottle. Scoffing in disdain, he dropped the now empty bottle behind him. 

“Need to bring more to drink next time though.” He continued, making the two women snicker at his flushing cheeks. His brows furrowed some at the reaction but he tossed an arm over Saoirse’s shoulders and gave Karliah a hardy pat on the back never-the-less.

“Ah, you two can pick all you’d like. I suppose I’d rather it be you two than Ol’ Delvin.” He cooed. 

[otomehonyaku]

DIABOLIK LOVERS CHAOS LINEAGE | RUKI 10 (ENGLISH)

♥ MASTERPOST (CLICK FOR OTHER CHAPTERS) ♥

Things are getting very interesting in this chapter  ( ͡°⁄ ⁄ ͜⁄ ⁄ʖ⁄ ⁄ ͡°) Sorry for being absent for so long. I saw your messages, and I know I keep making promises to continue translating but then life gets in the way... Anyway, please enjoy this one! お待たせ致しました…

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending.

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-LOCATION: FOREST-

Yuma: Where are you taking Eve? And you’re alone? How careless of you.

Ruki: Yuma...

Yui: (To think they’d meet in a place like this...!) (Even though he hasn’t mentally prepared himself yet, and we still don’t know the way to help everyone regain their memories!)

Yuma: Perfect timing, because I got permission from Reiji to make a move on the Orange House. Speaking of which—draw your sword, Ruki.

Yui: Ah, Ruki... you can’t fight him.

Ruki: I know, but he’s not the type to take my word for it if I tell him that. I have no other choice than to fight him, do I?

Yui: That’s...!

Azusa: Eve! Ruki...!

Yui: Azusa!

Azusa: I thought I heard someone coming, so I hurried back here, but... Yuma...

Yuma: Ah? Another lil’ chickenshit? Anyway, why is one of the Violet guys cozying up to Ruki? Ah, well, never mind the details. It doesn’t matter to me if I have to take you two on at the same time.

Ruki: No, the only one you’ll be fighting is me. Azusa, take Yui away from here.

Azusa: O-okay...!

Yui: Ruki!

Ruki: Don’t worry. I won’t mess this up.

Yui: (They’re pointing their swords towards each other... I heard from Ruki that they’re Japanese blades made of silver.) (They’re vampires, so they might die if their hearts are pierced—)

Yuma: So I’ll finally be able get my hands on you. I’ve been waiting for this time, y’know.

Ruki: You seem awfully pleased about it.

Yuma: Yeah, I don’t really know what it is, but I’ve been dying to start some shit with you!

*swords clashing*

Ruki: Gh... Is that all you’ve got? Still a bit rough around the edges, you know.

Yuma: Shut the fuck up, don’t go running your mouth like— —H... huh...?

Ruki: What’s that?

Yuma: No... it’s nothing. I just got a bit dizzy for a sec.

Yui: Huh... (That just now... did he get dizzy? This happened to Ruki several times too before he his memories came back...) (Could Yuma have possibly... regained a fragment of his own memories!?)

Azusa: Eve, what’s wrong...?

Yui: Maybe, if Yuma’s memories are still somewhere deep within him, and we try to fluster him...

Azusa: His memories...?

*swords clashing*

Yuma: Don’t just stand there taking hits, have at me!

Ruki: I have no interest in playing along with your cheap act.

Yuma: What? Quit the sweet talking!

*swords clashing*

Yui: (I’m sure Yuma won’t give in easily. If it goes on like this, someone is going to get hurt...) (The only way to stop him is to make him take back his memories.) (I’m sure we can awaken him somehow. But, is that...!?)

Ruki: Strength alone doesn’t make you competent!

*swords clashing*

Yuma: Ugh! Striking me in such a strange spot...! Seeing that filthy aristocratic sword technique of yours makes me want to barf. I’m really starting to want to chop your head off right now.

Ruki: ...Aristocratic? Right... Because you and Kou always hated them with a passion...

Yuma: The fuck? What are you talking about?

Ruki: What you said just now convinced me. Somewhere deep in your unconscious, your memories are still there. Why do you hate aristocrats so much? It’s because your life in the slums and orphanages made you hate them, isn’t it?

Yuma: Huh...? What are you saying...

Yui: (Yuma stopped. He’s bewildered by Ruki’s words...) (Please, remember!)

Yuma: The slums... where? But I was definitely... raised... Fuck, I can’t remember!

Ruki: So this still wasn’t enough...

Yui: That’s...! (When Ruki was going through the same thing, he didn’t believe me either, no matter how many times I’d bring it up to him. Are words really not enough?) (Then, what else could we do...)

Ruki: I suppose a more violent wake-up call might be necessary... Yui, how did you suffer before my memories came back?

Yui: Huh...?

Ruki: You... no matter how often I tried to tear into you with my fangs, you would still nestle close to me and stay by my side. You didn’t give up, and made me come to my senses... by risking your life.

Yui: You don’t mean...

Ruki: Yuma, come at me with all you’ve got. I won’t resist.

Yui: (It can’t be... why!? He’s going to such lengths to shock Yuma and make him remember!?) (This is bad!)

Yuma: What? Are you making fun of me? Mocking me like that... I ain’t liking that bullshit composed face of yours!

*draws sword*

Ruki: [exhales]

Yui: Ruki! (He really won’t move!? No... this is bad—!!)

???: Stop!

*swords clashing*

Yuma: Agh!? You motherfucker!?

Yui: K...Kou!?

Ruki: Kou...

Yui: (Why...? Why is he defending Ruki...)

Kou: Can you... really bear it if I let you kill him?

Yuma: You Violet motherfucker again? Why are you following Ruki? You a traitor?

Kou: No! It’s nothing like that! But... I don’t why we’re doing all this either!

Yuma: What?

Kou: However... I have something I’d like to confirm, and I just so happened to stumble across all of you when I chased after Ruki... Your sword, coming down on Ruki... ugh... I just thought that... Ruki was in danger...

Ruki: Kou? Did you just...

Yui: (His memories are coming back!)

Yuma: Why are you cowering like that? Tch... It’s troublesome as hell, but then I’ll just have to start with you!

Yui: N-No!

Ruki: Stop! Yuma!

Yuma: Wha...!

Kou: [gasps]

Yui: (He stopped moving...?)

Ruki: Don’t point your sword at him! If you foolishly bring down your sword on him, you’ll end his life!

Yuma: W-what? As if I don’t know that!

Kou: Well... as if I’d let him do that to me easily!

Ruki: Get your damn selves together!

Yuma: Ah...

Ruki: ...Don’t scramble for each other’s heads like that. What on earth did you survive for until you became vampires? I won’t allow you to fight like this while your memories are messed up...!

Yui: Ruki...

Yuma: What on earth are you saying...

Kou: ...Survive...? Before I became a vampire... [gasps]

*Kou falls over*

Yui: Kou!?

*Yui runs over to Kou*

Yui: Are you all right? Hold on!

Kou: [groaning]

Yui: (His memories are coming back. Ruki’s words reached him...)

Ruki: Kou...

Kou: [exhales]

Yui: Did he faint...? We have to let him rest somewhere!

Ruki: Yeah.

Yuma: W-what the fuck is happening? Ugh...again, my head is... Fuck...

*Yuma starts running off*

Azusa: Ah... Yuma!

Yuma: I’ll withdraw for now. However... Next time, come at me with all your strength. You’ll eat shit if you go easy on me...

*Yuma leaves*

Yui: Yuma...

Ruki: Let’s not chase him. We have to carry Kou first. Azusa, did you find a place for him to rest?

Azusa: Y-yeah... I’ll lead the way.

Ruki: You’re a great help. Let’s go.

-LOCATION: DESERTED CABIN IN THE WOODS-

Kou: [groans]

Yui: (Kou looks like he’s in a lot of pain...) (I’m glad we found this abandoned cabin with a bed so that we could let him sleep...)

Ruki: Is Kou still asleep?

Yui: Yeah... It might be because of the impact on his memory... Ruki, do you think he...

Ruki: I don’t know if he’s already remembered everything. For now, we can only wait until he wakes up.

Yui: ...Okay.

Ruki: Azusa is keeping watch outside the door. You can rest if you’re tired.

Yui: I’m fine. You’re the one who should rest after such an intense fight...

Ruki: I’m alright. I’ll wait until Kou wakes up.

Yui: Ah...

— SELECTION —

    1. ユーマのことを話す　Talk about Yuma (black)

Yui: I was so surprised that Yuma came to attack us... And to think he’d be so serious about it.

Ruki: Isn’t it obvious? Fake memories have been implanted in him as well.

Yui: (You may be saying that, but you look like you’re having such a rough time...)

    2. コウのことを話す　Talk about Kou (white)

Yui: I couldn’t have imagined that Kou would come to help us.  I wonder if your words really reached him, Ruki.

Ruki: I wonder too. However, it was too reckless. If he’d been torn to pieces, we wouldn’t have been able to get him back. We have to tell him everything once he remembers.

Yui: Yeah, we should. We’ll tell him what’s been going on until now as soon as his memories come back....

— END OF SELECTION DIALOGUE —

Yui: Hey, about earlier, what were you planning to do if Kou hadn’t come to protect you? (Right now, I’m shivering just thinking about it. If Yuma had hit Ruki, then...)

Ruki: I was just going to avoid a fatal wound. I’m a vampire. Our wounds heal faster than human wounds do. Making him regain his memories with the shock of him hurting me would be the easy thing to do.

Yui: Please, though, I don’t want you to go to such unreasonable lengths ever again. Whatever the reason may be, I don’t want you to get hurt, and I don’t want you brothers to be fighting amongst yourselves either.

Ruki: ...Even so, what if I’d still gone through with it if Kou hadn’t come?

Yui: I’d try and make you stop with all my might.

Ruki: I see. But could you really?

*Ruki grabs Yui*

Yui: ...Ah! (He’s grabbed me by the arm, and I can’t shake him off! He really is so incredibly strong...!)

Ruki: With the power of those tiny arms? It would be impossible to stop me, wouldn’t it? If you think you’d be able to do anything when I’ve got you like this, then show me.

Yui: W-well...

Ruki: If you can’t, then you’d be better off staying right where you are. It wouldn’t be unlike you to jump into the middle of a fight. Don’t act so irresponsibly.

Yui: (I know Ruki is saying this because he’s worried about me, but...) I’m just worried because you’re so concerned about me. What would I do if you got hurt, or worse...

Ruki: So? You haven’t answered my question. Can you do anything in a situation like this?

Yui: ...Well, I can.

*Yui hugs Ruki*

Ruki: ...! Why are you hugging me?

Yui: Now we’re even, right? I won’t let go of you either. Next time you try to do something unreasonable, I’ll stop you with everything I’ve got.

Ruki: ...Well, I don’t know which one of us is more unreasonable now. However, you did answer correctly. About trying to make me change my mind, that is.

Yui: (Ah... he’s hugging me back.)

Ruki: Fine, fine. You win. I promise I won’t do anything reckless. But the same goes for you. Don’t act recklessly... I mean it.

Yui: Okay... I promise.

*rustling sounds*

Kou: Ah...

Yui: Ah, Kou?

Ruki: Have you come to?

Yui: (Does he remember? Or is he still functioning on fake memories?) (Please, make him remember...!)

Kou: [yawns] Morning, Ruki, M-Nekochan... did you make breakfast already?

Yui: Oh...

Ruki: ...!

Kou: Huh? Come to think of it, where are we? What a worn-out room. It looks like the set of a drama.

Yui: (He remembers...)

Ruki: ...It’s bad manners to eat breakfast the second you wake up. Go and wash your face first, Kou.

Kou: Alright, I got you, Ruki.

Ruki: ...It seems like he’s gone back to normal.

Yui: Kou... I’m so glad! You came back to us! Your memories returned!

*rustling noises*

Ruki: Then why are hugging me? Oh, well...

Kou: Huh? What? What’s the matter? Did anything happen?

***

MONOLOGUE

Kou, still a bit confused after having just woken up, stood there and looked puzzled while we were overcome with joy.

Azusa heard our voices and came inside, and, for a brief moment, we all joined in happiness.

What happened and how Kou managed to get his memories back is a story for another time. Right now, I’m just happy that Kou came back to us.

When I looked next to me, Ruki was visibly relieved, and I saw a small smile pull at the corners of his mouth.

[egg2k16]

40 Fanfic Q’s Answered

the server wants answers, and they want them now!!! from this post

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

Smut and pining all the way. Also, falling in love via laughing

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Eh...I don’t think so, I’m always 100% self-indulgent, so what u see is what I want

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

Anything that has to do w mega sadness, I just Don’t. I can’t write anything sad, and if I do, there’s certainly gonna be A Lot of comfort afterwards

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

I have 91 wips, motherfuckers!!! My latest wip is a daddy month fic!

5. Share one of your strengths.

I think, since I’ve been trying to be sparser in my words, I’ve been able to better emphasize what isn’t being said

6. Share one of your weaknesses.

No action scenes from me are ever good, lmao

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

It was late at night, when he started to cry.

He didn't want to cry, but he did.

It's been years since he's last let himself feel, or was it since he was last allowed to feel?

He choked on his sobs, uncomfortable with his tears. He's forgotten how to properly cry. His entire body is shaking, and the connections between flesh and wire hurts.

He stops crying. He starts crying again.

This continues for another few minutes, until he feels as if he can't possibly have any more tears.

He wipes his face, pulls the covers up to his chin, and falls asleep.

(from Twilight on the Sea) I really like this bcus I don’t think I’ve ever really typed out crying in this way, n I tried to make it feel like it was a lot

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Cass was quiet for a moment. “... you know what? Maybe I’ll just go up there and surprise you.”

“If you do, then you already ruined the surprise, haven’t you?”

“Eh, I dunno about that. Seeing my beautiful face is a shock for many people.”

“Oh, I’m sure of it.”

“Hey, Koda? I don’t know about you, but it’s really late here.”

“Really?” Koda asks, then remembers that time zones exist. “Oh crap, what time is it over there?”

“It’s midnight. What about you?”

“It’s eight o’clock. Only four hours difference?”

“Oh hey, that’s not so bad.”

“It reduces our time,” Koda said, a bit whining.

“Not if I have anything to say about it.”

“What are you going to do? Move here? Send for me?”

“You’ll see.”

(from Together) This was a gift for one my best friends on here, @suncatchr​ , and it’s about his ocs!!! I love this a lot bcus while it’s a soulmate au, it’s not ur average soulmate au, and I tried making it as original as possible! And this blurb, I just wanted them to effuse so much love w/o having to say love...cries

9. Which fic has been the hardest to write?

If this is by posted fics, then I remember writing Look What You’ve Done to Me was very very difficult, bcus, since it’s also a gift, for @daniel-bryan​ , I wanted to write it Good, n since my buddy usually wrote from the love interest’s pov, I felt a weird pressure to write Daniel Bryan’s pov as good as I could

10. Which fic has been the easiest to write?

2 of my fics in Spanish!!! My oc centric one, Rayos y Centellas, and my shyan one, oye cariño, solo pienso en ti ! Turns out writing in ur native tongue makes everything easier

11. Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?

It’s a very passionate hobby!!! I just!!! try to pour all of my love into everything I write!!!

12. Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

I’m not sure!!! I just watch movies n quietly scream to my gay lonesome bcus No One Ever Watches Movies ;-;

13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

To just keep writing n not stop for details or forgotten lore, bcus it’s important to write down what’s firing u up Right Now. Of course, it’s very difficult following that ;;-;;

14. What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

“No adverbs!” “No ‘said’!” “It has to make grammatical sense!” sometimes things Need those

15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

Was gonna say my rewrite of the end of The Rover, but actually, my SPN fic Ube . Shit was peak inspired

16. If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?

Eridirk (Eridan Ampora/Dirk Strider from Homestuck) all the way. The one otp that’s stayed thru thick n thin <3

17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

A little mix of both, and tbh it depends on the fic, but I tend to write chronologically

18. Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

I’ve started bullet pointing my ideas out before writing my fics, and so far, it’s been helping me be more streamlined n get my things written out faster n clearer!

19. Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?

Is the need for representation in all the niche movies I keep watching a muse?

20. Describe your perfect writing conditions.

In my dark room, w music blasting from my laptop, the TV w a soft hum, I have the perfect playlist to get the mood right, curled up in my blankies, n my plushie Sweet Pea by my side

21. How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Zero, we rely on autocorrect & editing while typing and die like men

22. Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions).

YOU DON’T SEEM SCARED.

Del Rio shrugs. “Working as a cop, it makes you numb to some things. It’s good, it lets you react to things as you should, and not how you’d want to.”

YOU SOUND SAD ABOUT THAT.

He makes a noncommittal noise. “It is what it is.” He eats another spoonful of his ice cream, then gets a thought.

“Can you show up?”

HOW SO?

“Can you,” he tries, waving his spoon around, “Manifest?”

I DON’T KNOW. I’LL TRY.

“I’m sure you’ll do just fine,” Del Rio assures, and he can feel the air around him smile. The...world, he thinks, around him shifts just slightly, and there seems to be a chink in the armor for a moment before it goes away, as if someone had wiped the glass clear. He realizes that this is her, trying to show up in a physical form, step out of the phone.

He doesn’t know where to look, but then his confusion wanes when a butterfly shows up, fluttering towards him. It lands near his phone, skitters a bit, flaps its wings.

“Lucy?” he asks, transfixed on the butterfly. Its orange wings are bright under the sunlight.

I THOUGHT I’D TRY SMALL, FOR MY FIRST TRIAL.

“Well, you certainly nailed it.” He smiled warmly at the butterfly, and he had the crazy notion that it smiled back at him.

(adapted from The Policeman , the first fic I posted!)

23. If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?

Yeah, probably The Policeman lmao, I remember it today n I cringe a little at the very obvious refs to other fandoms I made. Despite that, it continues being one of my best hits!

24. Have you ever deleted one of your published fics?

Never

25. What do you look for in a beta?

I’m just thankful to have gotten a beta in general in life at all

26. Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you?

I beta’ed once, and since English is my 2nd language, I pointed out syntax confusion, typos, n continuity errors

27. How do you feel about collaborations?

Can be done, it’s just that I am frightened. Tried doing that, it fell thru, n the new thing that came up, I still have to hold up my end of the bargain ;;-;;

28. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

cries omg ok so!!! Chancy_Lurking ( @lurkerviolin​ ) is one of my faves, n we’ve become friends, n their Felix+ Sense8 series is the reason for it all, and u know it’s good if it managed to make a friendship that’s last its good while, and also they’re so nice, and we vibe so well!!! thegoatz ( @daniel-bryan​ ) is also now one of my bestest friends ever, and I wuv him so much, he is such a good kid, n he’s so enthusiastic about writing, and I hope that spark never goes out!!! And adamwhatareyouevendoing ( @skatingthinandice​ ) bcus she’s doing a rewrite of The Last Kingdom where it’s all gay where it should be and vnjkdfsnvkd God, what a wonderful friend!!!

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

I actually technically am working on a sequel to @rettaroo​ ‘s A New Kind of Touch ! Another promise I have to hold up eventually ;;;-;;;

30. Do you accept prompts?

Sure!

31. Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant?

I try to follow canon as much as I possibly can!

32. How do you feel about smut?

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

33. How do you feel about crack?

Eh, it’s alright. I don’t normally look for it, so I don’t really have a solid opinion on it

34. What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con?

I don’t want to read it, but I have so far encountered it twice very amicably: once here in a ficlet, and another in a longer fic on AO3, and they were both very good

35. Would you ever kill off a canon character?

Probably not, I don’t like sad things!

36. Which is your favorite site to post fic?

AO3! I’m RedLlamas on it!

37. Talk about your current wips.

Lmao which one. The one I’m currently working on is an impregnation kink turned “oh no I actually do wanna have a family” feelings fic!

38. Talk about a review that made your day.

Gonna be real w u, the best comments I’ve gotten have mainly been from my friends, who either write a paragraph or two going into detail of the fic, or just send a one sentence comment that’s just “screams!” I’ve gotten very few paragraphs from other people, n they’re always so!!!

My friends are the realest :’)

39. Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

The perks of being a rarepair writer is that the only people who read my fics are the ones actively looking for content!!! And they can’t complain about my work because No One Else Is Writing For It!!!!!!

40. Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

All my fics are masterpieces, so I’ll do a summary change! For don’t you just know (exactly what they’re thinking?)

Dakota finds himself in unexpected heartbreak, and the universe decides to bring him in the direction of a night club with a dancer with stars on his skin.

[overwatch-headcannons]

NSFW Alphabet - Sigma (Siebren De Kuiper)

A=Aftercare - What they do/act like after sex.

Will shower you with complements while also cuddling with you, telling you what a lucky man he is to have you in his life. He will also tell you how beautiful/handsome you are, making sure to melt away every insecurity in every fiber of your being like ice cream on a hot summer day.

B=Bondage - Are they into BDSM, and how far they’ll go if they have a green light.

Nothing extreme, but light bondage like tying the arms and legs apart is a huge ‘yes’ from him, because when he’s topping it gives him a sense of control and power and when he’s bottoming it makes him feel helpless and exposed to you.

C=Cum - pretty self explanatory.

On the breasts and chest, it makes him feel like as if he’s marking you as his.

D=Dom - Are they dominant, submissive, a switch?

A switch with a light hint of dominance.

E=Edgeplay - Similar to ‘Kinks’ except it’s a lot riskier than usual kinks (knifeplay, breathplay, etc.).

No, he thinks that, that type of behavior is horrible and will not do it, you can’t convince him otherwise.

F=Fantasy - A fantasy of theirs (ex: a teacher/student fantasy).

DEFINITELY teacher/student fantasy (see my college professor headcanon on him) when he was younger in his (30-50s) he was a college professor who taught applied science, so, you calling him professor in bed is going to make his cock hard instantaneously, bonus points if you have a school uniform and he has a beautiful suit that he’s willing to sacrifice. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

G=Got Caught - How they react when they get caught having sex.

Deer in headlights at first but then he’ll cover you up immediately and himself before rushing to the door and slamming it shut loudly, with an audible “Leave!”. Before quickly returning to you and calmly asking you if you still want to keep going, if you say yes and drag him back in with kisses, he’ll gladly do so.

H=Hot Spots - A place that drives them crazy when stimulated (EX: neck).

Neck, Thighs, Chest, and near his Ears. Seriously, any amount of kissing, licking, biting, hell even whisper some sweet nothings into his ear and he’ll get hard in a jiffy.

I=Intimacy - How romantic they are, or can be, before, during, or after sex.

Before sex: incredibly romantic, trust me this man has done his coughresearchcough, yeah I know say what you want, but this man has done just about everything he can think of to get you into the mood.

During sex: very careful and observant, takes mental notes of every moan, gasp, grunt, whimper, and deduces what you like and don’t like fairly quickly and uses that to his advantage during foreplay. Trust me, the man’s a quick learner, how else would he be a astrophysicist?

After sex: you’re both sweaty and disgusting, will ask you if you can stand and walk, if not he’ll help you up and walk you both to the bathroom and take a relaxing bubble bath, peppering your face with kisses here and there, telling you how much he loves you and how much you mean to him. Then it’s off to bed, with him being a gentleman and carrying you back, off to snuggle and sleep.

J=Journey - Their ideal way of leading up to sex.

Ideally after a romantic dinner or walk, he’ll take you home and pin you up against a wall and smugly smile at you as you ask “What?” And him leaning in real close and whispering to you in your ear how beautiful and ravishing you look and how he’d love to do all sorts of things to you, and kissing your neck with an occasional soft bite here or there, while one hand rests on your hips and the other gravitates towards your ass, giving it a nice firm squeeze that makes you gasp in delight.

K=Kinks - I’ll list a few of their kinks, be they the normalized ones or kinkier kinks.

Blindfold, hair pulling, biting, light bdsm, dirty talk, praising, body worship.

L=Location - Where they like to have sex at, do they like risky locations, etc.

At home, mostly because he has a reputation to uphold and he respects you too much to shame and embarrass you in public..

M=Masturbation - How they are when they get themselves off, what they get themselves off to.

If you can push all the right buttons and rile him up just right he’ll seek the most private place possible, lock himself inside and just rub one off especially if he’s not at home and at work, he’ll bite his bottom lip so hard in order to stifle his moans that he’ll make himself bleed and bruise it a bit. If you’re into sending lewd pictures he’ll use that as his source material, if not, then he’ll call you and basically beg you to talk dirty/have phone sex with him so that he can get this off of his system, because it’s driving him insane !

N=NO - A few things that they will absolutely, under no circumstances, ever do.

He won’t ever hurt you so if you ask him to smack your ass and hit you during sex, he’ll definitely refuse, it’s not a turn off, just he loves you too much to hurt you.

O=On’s - Their top turn on’s that they have (things that’ll get them super horny super quickly).

Calling him ‘professor’ during sex, dressing up as a school girl, sucking him off when he’s grading school work, walking in wearing only the sexiest and finest lingerie into his office in your shared home.

P=Position - Their favourite position to have sex in.

Reverse Cowgirl, The Eagle, The Tominagi, Missionary, Doggy Style, The Coss, Splitting Bamboo.

Q=Quickie - Do they like it, do they prefer quickies over actual sex, etc.

Before work? Yes! Too much work to do? Yes! How about after a long hard day at work? Nah, it’s better to have some passionate sex. To him, it depends on the situation but he prefers passionate sex than a quickie.

R=Rough - How rough they are, or get, when in bed.

Very ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) but at the same time, he’s still careful and considerate of you and your limits.

S=Stamina - How long they can go before they tap out.

2 to 3 rounds. He’s aged quite a bit but he won’t let that stop him, and if he doesn’t have the stamina left but you do, he’ll gladly use toys like a dildo or a vibrator to help you finish or even eat you out/suck you off.

T=Toys - Do use toys, do they own them, what kind, etc.

Yes! Mainly Vibrators, Dildos, Cock rings, anything that can help him stimulate his G-spot and yours especially he’s wiling to try.

U=Unfair - How much they tease you, how they tease you, etc.

Loves to tease and be teased, it makes sex enjoyable for both parties.

V=Volume - How loud they get when having sex, things they might say, etc.

Normally he’s loud, and if you two are having some particular rough sex then a bit louder. He wants you to know how good you are and feel. Mostly your name and Dutch gibberish, this man looses himself sometimes.

W=Wild Card - a random letter for the character of your choice.

He loves to take you from behind sometimes in a while, and be as dominant as possible and marking you with love bites that sometimes bruise on accident because he got too excited, making sure that you know who you belong to.

X=X-Ray - How they look with their clothes off.

Well toned and defined, he works out a bit here and there now that he’s older, but it pales into comparison to how he was when he was younger, he’s always wanted to stay fit and as active as possible in his life.

Y=Yearning - How often they need to have sex.

Maybe 3-4 times a week, sometimes it’s 2 and on bad days it’s 1 or none, it really depends, if he’s still a college professor he’ll try and have sex at least 2 to 3 times a week with you but if he’s overburdened with work to grade and can’t he’ll make it up to you! He promises! But.... if he’s retired I’d imagine at least 3 times a week.

Z=ZZZ - How quickly they fall asleep after having sex.

Once he’s made sure that the both of you are clean and comfortable after a particularly intense session he’ll fall asleep fairly quickly, especially now that he has you, he thinks it’s because you radiate a sort of calming aura.

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[fieldfullofbangtan]

bts reaction: waking up after a one night stand

requests are open!

✎ masterlist 

Seokjin

After waking up beside you after the incredible night he just had, he’d be taken aback by how pretty you were. Even with messy hair and smudged makeup. Not wanting this to be a one time thing, he would sneakily rush to the kitchen and make pancakes to serve you in bed.

“Rise and shine beautiful ~” 

You rub your eyes and see him sitting against the bed with a tray of pancakes on his lap.

“You didn’t have to...” you smile.

“Just a little thank you for last night”

Namjoon

He sat up on the bed and rubbed his temples feeling the classic hangover headache kick in. Not really remebering last night he wasn’t expecting a girl in his bed, but that’s what he saw. Being shocked and startled he literally fell out of the bed.

“SHIT” he hissed when his hip hit the corner of the nightstand.

Him falling off the bed and being loud obviously woke you and now you were just looking at each other not knowing what to say or do. Suddenly the hangover headache hit you too and you furrowed you brows and held you head at the feeling. 

“Same...” Namjoon sighed. “How about I get some medicin for the headache and an icepack for my hip and we’ll just sleep the hangover away?” he said smiling through the pain.

Yoongi

When he woke up his first thought was -damn im comfortable-. You had while asleep unknowingly wrapped your arm around him and now he was a little afraid to move. But curiousity got the better of him and he slowly turned to face you. When he saw you he was suprised to see such a cute and peacefull face. 

Because of him turning, your hand was now resting against his chest. Usually he would just wake up and take a morning shower but a part of him would much rather just keep sleeping beside you. And that’s exactly what he did. He wrapped his arm around you, careful not disturb you slumber, and just enjoyed the moment.

Hoseok

You and Hoseok spent a very long night together. You were friends who both needed to blow off some steam and what better way to do that than crazy monkey sex like 6 times in one night. 

When he woke up the first thing he saw was you + a lot of bare skin and now he felt like doing it one last time. He poked you a few times and when you didn’t wake up he kissed your shoulder. Though he was met with an unexpected response.

You were tired and sore from last night and all you wanted to do was sleep so feeling his small pecks on you shoulder you sighed and put you hands against his chest. You pushed him back and layed on top of him.

“I’m sore” you say with your face in the crook of his neck. 

“Oh” He chuckles, “I’m sorry if I was too rough last night, I promise I’ll be nicer next time”

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Jimin

Not really the one night stand kinda guy, he woke up being a little panic-y over the situation. He looked at your bare back and started to wonder if maybe it’d be best if he left your apartment. Thats when you turned around.

Usually people aren’t the most attractive when sleeping but he couldn’t get over how cute you were. He just stared at your face in awe. You opened your eyes and found Jimin staring at you wide-eyed. He was a little too slow to look away and realizing he’d been caught he started to blush.

“Sorry about that” he said, “You just looked so peaceful”

Aaaand now you were the blushing mess.

Taehyung

You had a great night with Taehyung so you were a little sad to find the spot next to you empty in the morning. You really wanted to keep sleeping but your bladder was not having it so you quickly got up and walked to the bathroom.

Upon opening the door you found Tae in the middle of taking off your robe and stepping into the shower. 

“This is a really nice robe” He said trying to make small talk.

“I know” 

“Soooo... wanna join me?”

Jungkook

You weren’t planning on sleeping with Jungkook but you definately don’t regret it. You guys met not long ago and you had just become friends. And even though you wouldn’t mind your relationship going this direction you were afraid Jungkook wouldn’t feel the same so you decided the best thing to do is leave before it becomes akward.

He had his arm all the way around you but you managed to lift it and roll away. You slowly got out of the bed and started to walk around trying to find the clothes that were scattered around the room due to the passionate makeout session from last night. When you finally found the last item of clothing Jungkook sat up on the bed yawning.

“Where you goin’ ?”

“I- I wanted to get out of your hair. Since you probably have a busy day.”

“Actually I don’t...” He smiled “You know I wouldn’t mind if you stayed... I’d feel less guilty about sleeping in if someone did it with me”

[let-sanji-say-fuck]

Can I request some X Drake SMUT AS HECCCKKK w fem s/o. Just so much dirt. Any dirt. As dirty as you want ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Oh jeez, what about dirty AND fluffy? Yay for Dino bae requests! ✧*｡٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*｡

Word count: 2150.

Warnings: heavy smut, dirty talking, unprotected sex, beware the eventual fluff.

Diez Drake

“I’m flattered, being invited over by a Marine. A Rear Admiral at that!”

“Don’t be so full of yourself, pirate. This is just an interrogation.”

“Oh?” Her pink lips curved upwards, drawing an impish smile. “In your bedroom, Sir?”

Drake decided to remain quiet, simply staring at the woman who was sitting comfortably on the edge of his bed. His eyes noticed every movement she made, from the tilt of her head as she inspected her surroundings to the shift of her wrists, which were resting on her lap and trying to get used to the heavy handcuffs. The man was confident, however, that she wouldn’t try anything stupid. The door was locked, and so were the windows. She had nowhere to run.

“You bear more knowledge than you should.” His gaze was piercing, but she just returned a carefree flutter of those eyelashes. “About Vegapunk, and about the Pacifista project. A pirate like you should have never gained access to such information, don’t you think?” [Name] snorted.

“It was just a stroke of luck, really. I’m not interested in spreading the information, so no need to worry.” His eyes hardened, but she still didn’t look the least intimidated by the large man looming over her defenseless shape. “Are you really going to send me to Impel Down for this? There’s guys out there who have done far worse than me, I dare say this is really unfair.” She eyed Drake up and down before raising her eyebrows and chuckling low in her throat. “But I must admit the guards in that damned prison would do a much better work at getting information from me.”

“Are you implying that my method is mediocre?” His question was a low rumble that he voiced as slowly as he leaned down, placing his open, gloved hands on the wide expanse of her bare thighs. Now at eye level with her, [Name] could perfectly see those darkened eyes that were full of promises.

“Oh, mediocre at best, indeed. Only two questions in and you still haven’t earned yourself a strong reaction from me… I’d say you’ve failed as the bad cop.” Her own voice was so low that Drake wouldn’t have been able to catch it had it not been for the closeness she had created between the two of them. Her lips were almost brushing against his, eyes staring into his adoringly, mischievously, and he had to let out a shaky breath to regain focus again. She smirked. “I’ll be very disappointed in the Navy if this is everything a Rear Admiral can do…”

“As I said before, pirate,” Drake spat the word, feeling content with the yelp that came from her when he pushed her down on her back, pining her wrists above her head as he caged her poorly-clad body between the bed and his broad torso, “don’t be so full of yourself. I’ve only just started.”

[Name] looked like she was about to say something, but the sudden hands on her chest only conceded her the ability to release a series of shocked whimpers. The lack of bra underneath her thin shirt helped her feel every caress and pinch delivered to her sensitive nipples, which were hard enough to be noticeable at this point. Drake shuddered, short on mercy as he groped and caressed her full mounds, but she only continued to grin and hum in approval, fingers twitching and wishing to return the touch, but her hands remained above her head without any kind of assistance from Drake’s.

“How did you manage to sneak into there?” His voice took a ragged quality when he revealed her soft breasts, discarding her shirt as far as he could; the handcuffs only allowed him to pool it around her wrists so, he decided, that would have to do, but the heat added to her already clammy hands made her mewl in discomfort. He closed his eyes, returning his hands to the naked skin and feeling the hard peaks under his thumbs, getting used to the perfectly round shape with the rest of his fingers and palms.

“Sneak into where?” The harsh tweak on her nipples earned him a pained grunt, followed by the impatient whimpers caused by the soothing caresses that came afterwards. She looked up at him and noticed that his eyes were on her every expression. She blushed a pretty pink, and he huffed.

“I’m the one asking questions here.” One of his hands started to wander lower, skimming around the dip of her bellybutton and feeling the quiver of her skin. “How did you get into Vegapunk’s research laboratory?”

“I-I already told you! I came across it and…” She cursed herself for stuttering, but cursed even more when she yelped once again, his thumb and index finger pinching her nipple again; seemingly, he had not been satisfied with where her answer was steering towards. “It was daytime, it’s less crowded, and I managed to knock one guard unconscious and disguise myself. The oldest trick in the book, y’know.” She breathed shakily when the one hand he had freed from a leather glove while she spoke slid under the hem of her shorts, feeling her underwear and unavoidably feeling how wet he was getting her. His still-gloved hand abandoned the absent caressing on her chest to expose her underwear, and [Name] sighed.

“Old indeed, I wonder if that’s how you actually got in…” His voice was slightly strained, but immediately regained an alluring authoritative tone that went straight to her core, as did the look he was giving her. “Legs wide open.”

As she slowly obeyed his command, Drake got rid of his heavy coat, white vest and cravat, and kicked his boots away, leaving him in a deep blue, button-up shirt, his long, white and impossibly tight trousers and only one glove. Placing his hands on either knee of hers to keep her legs as apart as possible, he hungrily eyed the center of her panties, where a sticky wetness had spread. [Name] noticed the deep color that crept to his neck, cheeks and ears, but wasn’t given a chance to comment about it when his nude hand palmed her hot core, middle finger digging to find her hole through the cloth.

“Did you take any blueprints with you? Where did you hide them, if so?” Kneeling down on the floor, he brought her hips closer, resting her knees on top of his shoulders. Her thighs shivered in anticipation, and she just sighed heavily when she felt his finger push the soaked panties to the side. Drake stared at her wet lips and pearly clit, exhaling a silent curse to himself. The musk was already getting to his head, and one thumb kept poking at her entrance, never fully pushing in, before he nuzzled her inner thigh, looking up at her. “You better start singing everything you know.”

The first words were hard to get out with his tongue and lips working enthusiastically around her clit, and a couple of fingers pumping and curling inside of her, but [Name] eventually managed to come up with excuses and, even more difficult, voice them properly. She babbled on and quite literally moaned about how she left those blueprints in her ship, then decided that it wasn’t a good enough excuse, because she then mentioned a partner in crime named Dory (who could eat her out just as amazingly as Drake, or so she needlessly added).

Feeling a strong orgasm coming too close for comfort, her hands, which had already sought place in his ginger hair, started to tug at and mess with the carefully-styled faux hawk. She cursed loudly, feeling that Drake wouldn’t move from the space between her legs, nor did he stop his ministrations. She cried, frustrated, and tugged harshly.

“F-Fuck, Drake…” He finally noticed the reprimanding tone in her whisper and froze immediately, looking up to watch her mewl, buck her hips a few times and heave a long sigh. When he straightened up, he noticed the glare she was directing at him, and stared at her with a slightly sheepish glint in his eyes. After wiping his mouth and clearing his throat a little, he brought his hands to the zipper of his trousers, and stared at her body, beautifully flushed and heaving with shallow breaths, while managing to slip his cock out of his constrictive underwear.

Bringing himself down to rest his knees on the edge of the mattress, he stopped [Name] before she could fully shift onto her hands and knees, which seemed to be her intention. Instead, he gripped her hip softly and sought place between her legs again, this time rubbing the tip of his dick against her wet entrance. He looked down at her and noticed her hard gaze.

“I’m going in,” warned Drake gently before pushing inside in shallow thrusts, mindful of her comfort. She stared at him as he reached into his pocket and pulled a small key that he used to swiftly free her hands from the handcuffs. Immediately after, her hands rested on his shoulders, massaging gently, and his hands cupped her cheeks, rubbing softly at the reddened skin and looking into her eyes with a certain fondness. Even after the long stare contest, he had yet to start moving.

“God, Drake.” Her laugh came like a breeze of fresh air, and he smiled when she playfully shoved his chest. Far from managing to throw him off balance, her hands started to unbutton his shirt, which he helped her remove, and stroked along the black ink on his skin. “You are supposed to fuck me into joining the Navy, not look at me like you fell in love with me all over again.” He returned the chuckle, feeling a pleasant lightness in his chest when he finally started to move; far from fucking her into the mattress, his hips snapped rhythmically and with utmost care.

“I’m sorry, my dearest.” His apology was half-assed, she knew that he knew it wasn’t in him to give her a rough time in bed. Sitting up a little while seeking support by locking her legs around his hips, she reached for his lips, kissing him gently and feeling him pick up some speed ever so slightly. She swallowed and returned a line of moans that rumbled from deep within his chest. His hands were restless, feeling her every curve the hotter his body became. He considered kicking his trousers off, but the idea of having to leave her slick warmth even for just a second appealed to him even less than having to endure the scorching heat that only she could bring upon him.

“You know, I wasn’t lying earlier,” she stared suddenly, a playful curve on her lips. Drake stared down at her with curious eyes, but his thrusts never faltered. With a gentle laugh-turned-moan, her smirk widened. “When I said that Dory eats my pussy like a champ, I meant it.”

“[Name]…”

“He fucks me so well, too. He’s so gentle with me, but always makes me feel so good.” She knew what she was doing to him, she knew from the even more intense blush that adorned his cheeks, and the quicker his pace was becoming, his tip massaging slightly deeper inside of her. Her mouth remained open to allow several cries, brows furrowed as she tried her best to keep eye contact with him. His hands slipped into hers and felt them squeeze tighter when she finally reached her high. “Shit! I love you, Dory!”

With a low groan that barely passed through clenched teeth, Drake pulled out swiftly and, with the aid of a few, shallow pumps, was coming on her belly, repeatedly sighing that he loved her just as much as she claimed that she loved him.

Drake stayed on his knees, staring down at the messy love of his life, who looked spent but very much satisfied. Through half-lidded, sleepy eyes, she invited him to join her, which he gladly did once he had cleaned the thick cum from her skin and had finally removed those pants. Watching him kick them away, [Name] couldn’t help the small chuckle.

“I’m glad you didn’t burn your uniform from the old, Navy times. It’s confirmed, it’s goddamn amazing for roleplaying sessions.” She drew a beautiful, carefree smile when she felt the mattress dip heavily under his full weight, his long arms bringing her in for a sweet embrace as he kissed her forehead and brushed some of the hair sticking to it from the sweat. When he returned her relaxed expression, she laughed loudly, slapping his shoulder gently. “But next time, don’t try to make me cum when you’re supposed to be torturing me!” Because Drake was fairly new to most things she recommended in bed, but [Name] would see to it that there was a next time.

[mysticsituations]

Hi, I thought about a scenario that MC has to leave RFA&Saeran&V to protect them without having a chance to explain why. If you can write about their angst reactions then an eventually happy-end-reunion for them would be great. If all 7 members are too much to write for you, Saeran & Jumin only would be ok. Thank you for starting a new MM blog :)

I’m going to do Saeran and Jumin, but I’m going to throw Seven in there because he is bae~ Also cuz I have ideas for sevens… ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Jumin:

-The day started out so normal.

-You woke up and ate breakfast with him, kissed him as he walked out the door, and told him you would be there when he got back, promising to watch the new episode of your favorite kdrama you had him hooked on.

-He went through work with a smile on his face, happy to come home to his loving wife.

-To his disappointment, he walked through the door that night to an empty house.

- He had a bad feeling in his gut when you didn’t greet him at the door like you always did, but he tried to fight it down.

- That was when he noticed your stuff was gone.

-Your shampoo, your clothes, your pictures, everything was gone.

-On the nightstand, was a simple note that said “I’m sorry.”

-Now he was panicking.

- He called Seven first, saying he wanted him to help him go through the cctv feed in and near his apartment to make sure you were safe.

-If you had left, he would try his best to understand. He would drink away his sorrows and be broken, but he would respect if this life was too hard… but you hadn’t given off that impression. You were happy recently. You had made plans with him that evening. You had given absolutely no sign that you were planning on leaving.

-And that led his logical side to tell him that you left against your will.

-And that was unacceptable.

- Seven came by in record time, hooking up to his security feed and showing Jumin the inside of the penthouse after he left.

-In the morning, everything seemed normal. You had watched the morning news, a few shows, played with Elizabeth, everything completely normal.

-Around noon though, you got on your computer, and your entire posture changed.

-You looked confused, then upset, then horrified, before slamming your laptop closed and pacing the room.

-You took your phone out, looking at it as if you were planning on calling someone, then thought otherwise and started packing your things.

-You looked scared, and it broke Jumin’s heart.

- When you left the apartment, you approached a black car with tinted windows, a man taking your things and throwing them in the trunk. He was horrified when that same man pushed you violently into the car.

-God, he was going to be sick.

-”Luciel. Hack into her computer and show me what she saw.”

- Seven was quick to get into your computer, and opened an email from an unknown sender.

-”Jumin… it’s a threat. A threat on your life unless she left with them.”

-Jumin’s heart sank.

- “Show it to me.” Jumin demanded, but Seven hesitated.

- “It’s graphic. Pictures and plans… I’m not sure if-”

- “If my wife had to see it, then I do too, Luciel. Show me the email.”

- It was definitely graphic. A very intricate plan laid out as how they would kill him and what they would do to her when it was done. There wasn’t a ransom either- just a grudge based on one of the companies they had bought out. An above-average threat, but something he could have handled with his training on dealing with threats.

-But his beloved MC didn’t have that kind of training. She wasn’t used to getting threats like that, especially one so detailed and realistic.

- And she was the kind of person who would sacrafice herself for him.

- He pushed his panic down, trying with all his might to be rational. He knew freaking out is the worst thing he could do for you right now, but god he was ready to break down.

- Someone violent and murderous had his beloved MC.

- “Luciel, I want those people found. Whatever you have to do, C&R will help you and get you anything you need. I want her home and I want her safe.”

- Seven didn’t need to be told twice.

- The next 3 days were hell. Seven had found your location 4 times, working faster than anyone he could have hired, but everytime they got to the location, they had moved you, leaving a taunting message and a broken piece of one of your possessions behind.

-They were taunting him, and he was pissed.

- By the 4th day, he was losing his composure.

-Were they feeding you? Did you have water? Were you in good health?

- The what-if’s kept him awake at night, and when he did sleep, it was fitful and filled with nightmares.

- His appearance was ragged and his eyes were dark with despair.

- Finally, Seven said he had a new location, and he had better hope they could get there in time this round.

- Jumin, like always, accompanied the retrieval team. It was against Seven’s judgement, but he insisted that he be there when they got to MC. He needed to be there for her.

-Sure enough, there were still people at the location when they got there. They were in the process of leaving, but Seven had been faster this time. Jumin had been ordered to stay away from the site, but was close behind and was ready to greet you when you were extracted.

-The order was to shoot to kill anyone in the building. These people were too dangerous to be left alive, and Jumin had no mercy.

- Sure enough, you were retrieved from a dirty room in the hideout, every person inside shot dead.

-Jumin saw on the cctv when you were being led out of the hideout, and he left his post to run to you. 

- When you saw him, you broke free of the people leading you and ran into his arms, falling to your knees as he sank with you to the ground.

-Jumin had never cried like this in front of anyone, hell he had never cried like this ever in his life, but he bawled like a baby as he rocked you back and forth.

- He pulled back and looked at your face, taking in the sunken appearance of your cheeks and the dark circles under your eyes. Your cheek was swollen as though they had slapped you, but what hurt him the most was the fear that reflected in your eyes.

-These people had tormented you, and he was furious, but god at this moment the only thing that mattered was that you were alive.

-”MC… MC my love, please tell me you are okay. Tell me you are safe.”

-”Jumin… Jumin I’m here. I’m here with you and you saved me. I’m safe now.”

- God he was sobbing again.

- “Please… Please never leave again. No matter what threat you get, always tell me. Always come to me, and never leave with them. I can’t… I’d rather die than lose you.”

- You sat there and held each other tightly until a medic came to check you over.

Seven

- He had a bad feeling in his gut.

-He hadn’t gotten any text from you all day, and you hadn’t been on the messenger either. He had gotten distracted by his toy business and hadn’t had time to check on you all day, and now that he had a moment to sit down, the first thing he noticed was your absence.

-He looked at the cctv feed of the house, and he realized you weren’t in the house.

-He frowned.

-He backed up the cctv to earlier in the day, and saw you walk out the door at about noon.

-It was 4 pm. Where had you been?

-When he checked which direction you had gone in, his heart sank.

-The file was tampered with.

-You were on the porch, walking out, and then it the film skipped and you were gone.

- Frantically, he called Saeran over, asking him to inspect the footage for him as he ran home.

- When he got inside, everything seemed normal. Your stuff was still in the closet, everything was in it’s place.

-Except for a note on the fridge.

-”I’m so sorry.”

- His heart stopped.

- Had you left? Had you been the one to delete the footage? Had someone helped you do that?

- He jumped on the chat, asking if anyone had seen you.

- No one had, and that bad feeling in his gut grew. These are the people you would have gone to if you had left. If they didn’t know where you were, then no one did.

- Zen suggested that maybe this was a misunderstanding, and that he should wait for you to come back, but he wasn’t buying it.

-You wouldn’t have left and he assured him of that.

-Zen asked why he was so sure you wouldn’t have taken a break, and he just broke and said

- “Because she’s pregnant and she wouldn’t have left during that!”

- Everyone was quiet before the chatroom exploded.

- “What do you mean she’s pregnant?” “When did you know?” “How far along is she?” “Call the police!”

- Saeyoung tried not to panic. They were waiting to tell their friends until she got farther along, but MC was excited. She had an appointment later that week to get the first ultra sound of the baby. They were going to post the picture in the chat and freak everyone out.

-You were planning what to do for the baby and were going to move to a house closer to town, you were excited to have a baby with him. You wouldn’t leave.

-That’s when Saeran rushed into the room.

-”Saeyoung you need to see this.”

- Apparently, Saeran had installed a secret camera with a street view that wasn’t connected to Saeyoung’s CCTV feed. And it’s footage hadn’t been tampered with.

-When you exited the house, you walked down the stairs where 2 large men immediately forced you to the ground and bagged your head, and threw you into a black car.

-A black car with government plates.

-God, Saeyoung was going to be sick.

- Those were his father’s goons.

-His father had kidnapped you.

- Was it because you were pregnant? How had he found you? When did they catch his trail?

-What were they going to do to you and the baby?

- A million thoughts ran through his head, each one worse than the last.

-He didn’t even realize there were tears rolling down his cheeks.

-”Hey.” Saeran said, touching his shoulder. “We need to act fast. We can’t let her get involved.”

- Saeyoung took a shaky breath and nodded. But how? How could he bring down his father?

-When V passed, he left a flashdrive in his will for Saeyoung that had a ton of info on his father. He could use that.

- Basically it played out like Saeran’s route. They got Zen to say that a preganant woman had been taken hostage by the prime minister because she was carrying his illegitimate grandchild. Luckily it all moved faster because they didn’t wait for the next day to post it.

- This time though, both Saeran and Saeyoung were tracking you, and after only 12 hours, they had the goons cornered.

-Saeyoung and Vanderwood led the ambush, guns aimed to kill and Saeran being the man in the chair for this mission. C&R had people break in as well, and Saeyoung broke in the door to the backroom to find you huddled in the corner.

- Saeyoung immediately dove towards you, trying to get you to look at him.

-”Vanderwood get in here! MC… MC, baby it’s me. It’s Saeyoung- Hey, look at me, are you hurt?”

- Vanderwood turned the light on, and Saeyoung froze.

-You looked horrible.

-You had a black eye, your lips were busted, and your cheek was swollen and purple from where someone had beat your face. Up and down your arms were bruises where they had hit and grabbed you, and zip ties were digging into your wrists and ankles.

-Death was too merciful for these people.

-”S-Saeyoung…?” You said in the smallest voice he had ever heard, and his heart shattered. Vanderwood moved to cut your zip ties.

-”God.. MC, Yes, sweetheart. It’s me. I’m here to help you.” He said as he kneeled before you, brushing your hair out of your face.

- You had tears running down your swollen cheek as Vanderwood cut the ties and you threw yourself into Saeyoung’s arms. He started sobbing into your hair kissing you as gently as he could.

-”Sae-Saeyoung they- They were mad I was pregnant! They were so mad- they said I couldn’t have it- they- they said they were going to hurt you and me and the baby- they said-”

- “Shh.. Shh baby it’s ok. Everything’s okay now. Did they hurt the baby? Are you hurting? Let’s get you to a medic.”

- Saeyoung carried you out of the hideout and directly to the medic, transporting you to the hospital to treat your wounds.

-He stayed by you the whole time, silently blaming himself for everything.

-He knew something could have happened to you the second you came into his life, but this was almost too much for him to handle.

-You saw his struggle, and you pulled on his hand as he sat next to you.

- “Saeyoung… I’m still all in. I still want to be with you. This doesn’t change anything.”

-He let out a choked sob.

-”How can you say that? After all that’s happened? How can you still want to be with me?”

- “Because I love you. And I want to spend my life with you and our baby.”

- He shook his head and laughed a broken laugh.

-”God, I love you.”

-They did the ultra sound on the baby to see if it was okay, and they were very surprised to find 3 very strong heartbeats echoing though the room.

- You healed up fine and never had trouble again.

Saeran:

-This was wrong.

-That was all Saeran could think when he saw your note on the counter of the apartment’s kitchen.

-”I’m sorry. You’re not good enough for me. I’m leaving.”

-His first thought as he came home to find the letter was of course this would happen. Of course you would leave him.

-But then he thought about it.

-He might have believed this at an earlier date, but he had been with you for a few months now. He knew you truly loved him and thought highly of him, even if he struggled to do it himself.

-You wouldn’t say that to him.

-Which makes him think someone made you say it.

-Enter scary saeran.

-He began searching the house.

-All of your stuff was untouched, like you didn’t pack anything.

- Everything seemed to be in place... except for a vase next to the door.

-The vase was not the one that was there in the morning. The flower was slightly crumpled too, as if it had been knocked over.

- Usually that would have been normal, but with you gone, it made him think someone had been in the house and knocked it over.

- They had recovered Saeyoung about a month ago, and he knew he could use his help, so he called Saeyoung over immediately saying he thinks something has happened to you.

-Saeyoung sped over in his fastest car, equipment in the trunk.

- The CCTV in the apartment was only in the living room, Saeran yet to set it up in the bedroom, but he noticed at noon you went to the door.

-Suddenly, someone pushed their way into the house, knocking you to the floor in the process and pinning you to the floor.

-Saeran’s blood ran cold.

-He watched as another person ran in, going into the hall and the bed room. He came back and shook his head, the man who had you pinned down yelling something to you before shaking you against the floor.

-You spit in his face, and  Saeran felt anger surge inside him as he slapped you across the face.

-That anger turned to horror as a third person walked in and pointed a gun to your head. You seemed to still at this, still refusing to answer the question they were asking.

- Saeran watched with baited breath as the intruders brought you to your feet, one of the men grabbing a napkin and forcing a pen into your hand and the other man put the gun to your head.

-He saw you write the note under threat.

- You stared at the CCTV for a brief second as they turned to talk to each other, your eyes pleading him to understand.

-Yes, that’s why you chose those words.

-You knew he would have learned those are not words you would say to him. You knew it would tip him off that something was wrong.

-God you were so smart. He prayed that wit of yours would keep you out of trouble until he could find you.

- As he started to pull you out the door, you started to kick and flail, knocking over the vase.

-Horror filling his veins, he watched the man pistol whip you unconscious, dragging you out the door. His lackey cleaned up the mess and replaced the vase, but he made a horrible mistake of looking directly into the camera as he left.

-And Saeran knew that face.

-That was a believer.

-This was Rika’s doing.

-Furious, Saeran told Saeyoung the truth. He told about how Rika was alive, and how she was crazy and hurting people. He said that you thought that V was doing something to stop her, so V was a lead they could look at.

-Saeyoung nodded, getting on the chat and calling for V. He told everyone that someone bad from a cult had kidnapped you, leaving out the part that Rika was running it for now. 

-V slipped the coordinates into the chat, and Saeran recognized it as Mint Eye.

-C&R intelligence unit helped look into Mint Eye, quickly revealing Rika at the location, and Jumin and Jaehee told the group.

-Yoosung was furious and didn’t believe it, like in V’s route, but Saeran told the truth.

-Yoosung just logged out.

-Saeran got into Saeyoung’s car and drove out to the hideout, keeping in touch with him and the unit the whole time.

- As he approached the hideout, they found footage of you being brought to Rika, and V at her side. V was obviously trying to reason with her, standing between you and her, but Rika wasn’t having it. She had someoene drag him away, and started to force elixir into your mouth.

- Saeran burst in as the bottle emptied.

- He was FURIOUS.

- C&R had people behind him, engaging believers and overpowering Rika. 

-Saeran ran to you, cradling you in his arms as you coughed on the elixir.

- “MC... MC my angel, please hang on. I’m going to get it out of you.”

- Privacy be damned, he forced his fingers into your throat and made you vomit as much as the elixir as you could. He rubbed your back as you shook, tears stinging his eyes at how unfair this was.

-Rika began screaming that this was his fault, that he didn’t deserve everything she had done for him, and that this was his punishment for leaving her.

- The glare he gave her was enough to shut her up.

- A medic came to take you to the hospital, and Saeran stayed by your side and nursed you back to health through all the horrible side effects of the elixir, cursing himself for not taking care of Rika faster.

- You basically acted like V did, depressed for a short time and needing sleep and care. 

- He helped you through your depression just like you help with his, and he appreciated all you do for him even more.

-In the end, the two of you were closer than ever.

[myherodiehardfan]

promts (i STOLE FROM ALL OVER THE PLACE)

- prompt list -

Prompt List #1 ♛ Imagines

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

“Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry”

“Stay with me”

“Walk out that door and we’re through”

“Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything”

“I can’t breathe”

“I hate how much I love you”

“Why are you so jealous?”

“Where do you think you’re going”

“Just leave me alone”

“I need some time”

“Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself”

“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!”

“Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”

“Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”

“Just talk to me”

“Bite me”

“If you insist”

“I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me”

“I think you’re just afraid to be happy”

“Why are you so nice to me”

“Choose me”

“We’ll get through this, I promise”

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”

“You’re mine. I don’t share”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

“If we get caught I’m blaming you”

“Make me”

“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now”

“I think I forgot how to breath”

“Stop biting that fucking lip!”

“You’re blushing”

“I missed something didn’t I?”

“You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”

“Well this is awkward”

“Is that my shirt?”

“You look like you need a hug”

“I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies”

“Please come home, I miss you”

“You’re so fucking adorable”

“How can you still look so attractive while crying.”

“I’m pregnant”

“You’re lucky you’re cute”

“Cuddle me.”

“Sometimes I really don’t like you”

“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

“You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed”

“Im too sober for this”

“Oh god, I need a drink”

Bad boy writing prompts (warning: mild sexual themes)

“He was sneak out the window past curfew kind of trouble, he was a motorbike ride cross-country kind of trouble, he was the kind of boy your daddy hated. But he was the only man that made you feel alive.” (Oh, Dabi, my dear, I’m looking at you.)

“‘A gentleman would offer me his seat’”    ‘Gentlemen are boring. But you’re free to sit on my lap.’ You narrowed your eyes. He slanted his head innocently, ‘Over my knees then’    ‘Charming, aren’t you’    ‘Only for you, baby’”

“You gawked. Did he seriously just offer ten million yen for your portrait? ‘You want me on your wall?’   ‘Actually, I want you in my bed but you seem to averse sex, so how about it?’”

“I love you more than I hate the rest of the world.”(Hm. A lot of the villains, but especially Shiggy and Overhaul.)

“I seem to have a nasty habit of driving people away.” (A lonesome MC/Reader or my darling Shinso, technically not a bad boy but can be applied hehe)

“Her body was his. His to ravish, to possess, to savor. But he was a selfish man and having just her skin wasn’t enough for him. He wanted more, always more. He desired her heart, her soul, her beautiful mind. Everything. He wanted her. And she will be his.” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (This is as far I will go)

RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS

SHORT

“Marry me.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“You are not going without me.”

“I can’t believe you!”

“I swear it won’t happen again.”

“What did you say?”

“I’m not jealous.”

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“We can’t keep doing this.”

“Are you sure this is legal?”

“Isn’t this amazing?”

“I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

“Stay the night. Please.”

“You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

“Run away with me.”

“You did WHAT?”

“Quit whining.”

“Get outta my sight!”

“Why are you so annoying?”

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

“Never in a million years.”

“Don’t ask me that…”

“I might have had a few shots.”

“What’s with the box?”

“W- What are you doing?”

“Say it!”

“I could kiss you right now!”

“Are you done with that?”

“What’s going on here?”

“Stop pinning this on me! You started it!”

“It’s your fault we’re in this mess.”

“Did you do this on purpose?!”

“Kiss me.”

“Are you still awake..?”

“Excuse you?”

“This is all your fault!”

“I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”

“Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!”

“I shouldn’t be in love with you!”

“It’s not fair!”

“I could kill you right now!”

“Knock it off!”

“Screw you!”

“You’re a complete moron!”

“I love this song!”

“I can’t be in love with you!”

“Make me.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“I hate you.”

“You are infuriating!”

“Just shut up already.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Bite me.”

“Eat me.”

“Kiss my ass.”

“Just admit I’m right.”

“Just admit you’re wrong.”

“You are being ridiculous!”

“That’s irrational.”

“Listen to me!”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Don’t yell at me.”

“That’s it. End of discussion.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You shouldn’t have said that.”

“Fuck you!”

“Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.”

“How dare you?”

“I dare you!”

“It’s you, it’s always been you.”

“Well this is awkward…”

“Just pretend to be my date”.  

MISCELLANEOUS

“Are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

“The planet is fine. The people are fucked.”

“I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.”

“You know what I like most about people? Pets.”

“Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they’d lock us up?”

“What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.”

“I don’t hate you.. I just don’t like that you exist.”

“Love is the jelly to sunshine’s peanut butter. And if I tell you that I’m in sandwich with you, I’m not just saying it to get in your Ziploc bag.”

“Do things that make you happy within the confines of the legal system.”

“Did you really just insult Captain America in front of me?”

“Can I touch your boob?”

“It’s not that you’re wrong, exactly, you’re just extremely not right.”

“You shouldn’t be trusted with small children, should you?”

“Give me cake or give me death.”

“On a scale from, ’I can sometimes make important phone calls without crying’ to ’I have a stable job with a steady income, a spouse who loves me, a dog, and two kids who are screwed up minimally at worst’, how much of an adult are you?”

“You think I’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?”

“Despite the cliche, it’s not me, it’s you.”

“Obviously you can’t tell a woman you just met that you love her, but it sucks that you can’t.”

“No, it was my fault for thinking that you might care.”

“When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Specially then!”

“If you’re not scared, then you’re not taking a chance. If you’re not taking a chance, then what the hell are we doing anyway?”

“I think I’ve been holding myself back from falling in love with you all over again.”

“What have I told you about the toilet seat?”

“I tried to change the duvet and I got stuck inside.”

“I vote today to be a pajama day.”

“You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.”

“I don’t leave messages. If I wanted to talk to a machine, I’d talk to my VCR.”

“I can be flexible. As long as everything is exactly the way I want it, I’m totally flexible.���

“You know we’re suppose to be together. I knew it the first time I saw you, and you know it, too. I know you do.”

“Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”

“I’m not going to apologise for this. Not anymore.”

“What I hear when I’m being yelled at is people caring loudly at me.”

“I am NOT crying, okay?! I’m allergic to jerks!”

“This would not happen if I had a penis!”

“That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.”

“All nighter, you and me. First one to fall sleep buys the other dinner.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever played spin the bottle.”

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”

“I’m ok, thank you. Just please, stop talking to me.”

“To the night you’ll never remember!”

“Excuse me, did the 12:15 bus come by already?”

“Could I sit here? All the other tables are full.”

“Are you meeting someone here? Because.. I think I’m that person.”

“You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!”

“It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”

“Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his/her cake hole.”

“I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.”

“You better take care of that car or I swear I’ll haunt your ass!”

“This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.“

“It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

“I could do that, but could doesn’t mean would.”

“You cannot fathom the immensity of the fucks I don’t give.”

“You’re like, five feet tall. How you gonna reach me, shortie?”

“I recognize that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it”

“Do you need me to kill someone for you?”

“Look out where you’re going, asshole!”

“Fuck the sandwich guy!”

“I did not mean for stripping to come out of this.”

“The whole street is blocked off. The police won’t tell us anything, but I think there’s been some kind of attack… Maybe a bomb?”

“Oh my god, are you okay? I’m calling the police. I think I saw who did this to you.”

“I’m weird, you’re weird, we could have weird little babies and live weirdly ever after if it wasn’t for the fact I find you repulsive.”

“There is nothing wrong with planning a wedding with a video game character.”

“I’m gonna lay down and die for like half hour okay?”  

“There’s been some real friction in our friend group lately. I suggest an orgy to save our friendships.”

“It’s midnight, what do you want?”

“I think I know how to use a bed.”

“If I wake up in the morning and I’m dead… Wait.”

“You are completely unfit to handle a child.”

“We have to get out of this place. It is EVIL.”

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

“When in doubt curl into the fetal position and give up on life.”

“It’s not a double date, we’re just third and forth wheeling.”

PREGNANCY

“I have something to tell you…”

“I think I’m pregnant.”

“I’m pregnant!”

“When were you going to tell me that you’re pregnant?”

“You’re smart and successful with an adorable belly.”

“$50 bucks says it’s a girl/boy.”

“Pregnancy suits you…”

“Hello little one. We can’t wait to meet you…”

“I’ll just be in the bathroom throwing my fucking guts up because our unborn kid wants to be a dick!”

“There’s someone I’d like you to meet…”

“Shh… He/she’s sleeping..”

“I have a special surprise for you. Close your eyes and follow me.”

“No, no, no, no, no, we aren’t ready… We aren’t ready for kids yet!”

“Oh, gosh, I felt it! I felt a kick!”

FLUFF

“Your hair is so soft…”

“You’re so cute when you pout like that!”

“Just relax, I’ll wash your hair for you.”

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

“What, does that feel good?”

“HA! I found a weak-spot on you, didn’t I?”

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

“You are ridiculously comfortable…”

“I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with…”

“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“We should get a puppy!”

STARGAZING

“Aren’t they beautiful?”

“These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.”

“Shooting star, make a wish.”

“It’s actually a comet, but I’ll still make one.”

“Imagine if it could always be this way, even in the city.”

“Never thought something so beautiful could exist in nature…”

“Wouldn’t it be cool to name a star after yourself?”

“Y'know, your roof may not be the safest place for us to stargaze.”

“This is why you made me drive three hours out into the middle of nowhere?”

“Is that a– Wait, no, just an airplane.”

“I wouldn’t mind falling asleep out here.

FLIRTY/SUGGESTIVE/SEXUAL

“Did you just… finish?”

“They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.”

“I’m not actually feeling anything.”

“Are you getting any closer?”

“Why do they make this look so easy in all those porn movies?! This hurts like fuck!”

“Did something just happen? You’re not turned on anymore.”

“Shit sorry, am I going too fast?”

“Wow, you’re hot.”

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“Hey, I’m open minded.”

“Keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

“I think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

“I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m really horny, and you’re really hot. Can we fuck? Like, now?”

“I see someone’s happy to see me.”

“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

“You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Tell all those other guys/girls you don’t need them ‘cause you got me.”

“Don’t give me that face, it’s so cute I might not be able to hold back.”

“Boobs are really just squishy pillows.”

“If you don’t get turned on by having your neck kissed somethings wrong with you.”

“Blasphemy! Sex solves everything.”

“I platonically want to have sex with you. No big deal.”

TEXTS

[text]: What do you want now?

[text]: Do you want to bet on that?

[text]: Guess who just got back in town.

[text]: So I might be in a hospital right now…

[text]: We can’t keep doing this anymore!

[text]: Come on, come to the party!

[text]: Can you pick me up from the bar? Too drunk to drive.

[text]: You have no clue how I feel so shut up.

[text]: I call bullshit.

[text]: You thought you could get away with that, didn’t you?

[text] I gave up great shower sex to be here so don’t say I never did anything for our friendship.

[text] Living alone for four weeks has given me unrealistic expectations of pantslessness.

[text] Also, my bed has glitter in it for reasons I do not recall.

[text] Who says no to sex and donuts?!

[text] I know what you did last summer…