#squidward was in a good mood that day

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

So I

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Summary: your casual arrangement turns a bit too serious.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

There’s a knock at the door. You huff as you don’t need to look through the peep hole to know who it is. No buzzer but he always finds a way. 

You pick up your phone and open the chat, ‘told you I’m tired.’ 

The little check mark flicks down. Read. No reply comes, only another knock on the door. 

‘Long day.’ You send another message. 

Thump. Thump. Thump. 

“You really want me to knock the door down?” Bucky chuckles through the wood. 

You inhale and roll yourself off the couch. You drop the phone on the square end table as you pass and drag your feet to the door. You lean on the inside and yawn as loudly as you can. 

“It’s after curfew,” you jeer. He wiggles the handle. “Go home.” 

“You’re gonna leave me out here like a stray cat? Come on. I came all the way down here,” he pleads. 

You turn your back to the door and shrug, “told you not to. Besides, not all of us have a soft spot for alley cats.” 

“Alpine is not an ally cat. Come on, I brought beer.” 

You scoff, “thought that piss didn’t do anything for ya?” 

“No, but it makes you a lot of fun.” 

You huff and push off the door. You turn and slide back the chain. You flip the lock back and open up. You arch a brow at your uninvited guested. 

“Thank you,” you trill and grab the six pack from him. He catches the door before you can swing it shut. He tuts and steps forward, pushing his elbow into the wood until you let it go. 

“Don’t play games. You know, I can tell when you’re in need of a good fucking. You don’t send any emojis.” He snaps the door shut behind him as you retreat with your prize. 

“Or maybe I was trying to get you to stop texting so I could enjoy my new toy in peace. Ever think of that. Sometimes It's about efficiency, not passion.” 

“Passion?” He scoffs as leans a hand on the wall and lifts a foot to undo his boot. 

“Probably not the right word for this,” you free a can from the plastic rings and shove the rest in the fridge. 

“You and your goddamn toys. Let me guess, this one has blue tooth.” 

“Does yours?” You strut out of the kitchen and flick his arm in passing. 

“No but it’s got all the features you need and you know it.” He taps your ass before you can elude him. 

You crack the can of beer and take a deep gulp. The TV continues to blare the reality show retrospective you’ve been feeding your time to. You flop on the couch and sigh. You suck down the grainy brew and swallow a gulp before it can escape your throat. 

Bucky looms behind the couch and grips the back. He leans over you. “How many of those until those hideous pajamas come off?” 

“Ha? What? You don’t wanna fuck me in my Spongebob jammies? They’re vintage.” 

He snorts, “you really are good a killing the mood, aren’t you?” 

“You’re a real Squidward sometimes, you know that?” You slurp another mouthful. 

“I have no idea what that is,” he says flatly as he tickles along your shoulder. 

You hate it. You hate him. Just a touch and you’re ready to go. Minutes ago, you were ready to pass out but now you’re wide awake. And fucking horny. 

“BPM going up, body temperature rising,” he runs his vibranium knuckles along your cheek and you wince away from him. 

“I hate when you do that.” You pull away and stand, plunking down the can. You huff and peel off your tank top. “I have an interview for a promotion tomorrow so hurry up.” 

“Romantic? Do you still wanna use the new toy? You know I don’t mind filling your mouth when you get like this.” 

You stick your tongue out at him and point to the bedroom. He rolls his eyes and strides off. You pause the television and take another swig of beer. You need to sleep and he’s good at fucking you into a coma. 

As you reach the bedroom, he’s already naked. His broad shoulders are etched in scars, the left one mottled with aged burns along the border of vibranium. His muscles cord down along his rib cage and sides.

A year ago, you would never expect a man like this to be standing naked in your bedroom. A super soldier. Bucky Barnes. 

He turns to you and wiggles the little square between his two fingers. The wrapped condom reflects the overhead light with its flashy packaging. He flexes his chest as you reach to undo your bra. 

“Should I pop it on now or can I get a taste first?” He asks with a flick of his tongue. 

You march to him and swipe the condom from his grasp. You jab his chest and he staggers back to the bed, his legs pressing against the frame. He teeters as he smirks down at you. 

“I’ll give you a ride, cowboy.” 

He falls back and spreads his arms wide. The bed squeaks beneath his weight. You push down your pajama pants and climb over him. You toss the mattress to the top of the bed as you raise yourself on your knees, hovering over his head as his thick hair fans out beneath.

He turns to graze his beard against your thigh. You purr and lower yourself to smother him in your cunt. He hums and laps at you eagerly. 

Mmm. This is exactly the stress relief you need. 

[tiyoin]

Floyd would prob like watching Spongebob.

HAHAHA OMG YES

YES

i can just imagine floyd running into it on day while internet surfing.

at first i think he’s like “…ha” kinda like a ‘oh my god this is so funny but i didn’t expect it to be’

but then time goes on and he def thinks about it, like a LOT. and of course, our poor leech falls victim to the ‘spongebob binge phase’ and just obsessively watches spongebob!!

AND THE FACT THAT IRS SEA THEMED MAKES IT SOOO MUCH BETTER TO EL OH ELL

there’s def a few times he related with some of the scenes too 😭

i can kinda see him as a patrick guy??? or maybe even a spongebob guy🤔 WAIT I THINK HED LIKE SQUIDWARD BECAUSE HE FINDS HIM RELATABLE (in bad moods) AND SCHEMES FUNNY… or maybe even plankton 😳(idk)

tell me or tell me that floyd would fuck with azul by telling him there’s this rival establishment with THEE best burgers ever.

obviously azul is confused because he’s the one and only restaurant / lounge at night raven college. only for floyd to snicker with a ‘not anymore’

and ofc azul is like: take me there!

and floyd is like: mmm no.

but now azul is on the hunt for a place called ‘the crusty crab’ and wants to know if anyone has a ‘krabby patty’ 💀

ofc azul gets laughed out of his socks by others from the sheer desperation of needing to know about this krabby patties ‘secret formula’ 😭😭

*azul slowly merges into plankton*

floyd is HOWLING with laughter as azul comes storming into the monstro, his cold blood turning his once porcelain cheeks aflame with the fires hotter than hell. so hot that it turned him into a blueberry.

“floyd-“

floyd flops a suspicious burger onto and even more suspiciously placed plate dab smack in front of azul. he looked at azul, then to the burger before fixing him a a crooked smile. “heard you were hound’s fer one of these guys.” he pushed the plate closer to him causing a droplet to fall from a red, thin tomato slice.

“is- is that-“

“a krabby patty? yeah.” he shrugs, leaning closer onto the cabinet to watch azul’s mouth drop with disbelief.

he grabs the burger bringing it up to azul, “i managed to get the last one for the day, impressive since they sell out so fast” floyd watched azul attempt to speak, but he just bit into the burger.

he moaned on faux delight. “hmm n it’s so good too.”

“floyd!” azul gasped, attempting to lunge for the burger. on cue floyd stumbled back, fingers loosening their grip in the burgers soft, golden patty.

cinematically, the once unified burger slowly started falling apart as it raced like raindrops to the floor.

with a sad squelch, the lettuce, tomato, pickles- alotta pickles, onions the burger and the most important ingredient. the secret one. all fell to the floor.

azul could only gap in despair as the elusive ‘krabby patty’ now laid ruined on the floor. he was desperate, yes, he first and foremost- he was a gentleman.

“floyd you- you!!”

“relax ‘zul, i’ll just get you ‘nother one”

“how?? because i can’t seem to find this ‘krusty krab’ anywhere! it’s nowhere on campus, no where on sage isle, and nowhere under water!!”

floyd could only laugh. oh my god. how can someone be so smart and yet so dumb at the same time.

“don’t worry,” he sniffed “i know a guy😼”

[blues824]

Can I please request mc being a mense to the octavinelle trio .

Like if he punches fish out of spite.

Or if he eats his arms when he is stressed.

Her playing the sound that squidward makes when Azul is walking and changing his ringtone to the octodad theme song.

When she is in the lounge she starts singing When the moon hits your eyes that's a big pizza pie that's a moray and pointing at the tweels .

Imagen telling the tweels she is her world had pet eals and all of their name had eal in it showing pictures of them. Ealisa ealbert ealiot ealon bartholmeal.

Female Reader. Side note, I know the real lyrics go “that’s amore”.

Azul Ashengrotto

He already had a migraine and it was only 10 in the morning. You had already asked him a bunch of questions based on Google searches, like if he punches fish out of spit and if he eats his tentacles when he’s stressed. By the way, if you were wondering, the answer to both questions is no.

Every single time he has walked out to greet a client, you have played a squishing sound for every step he took. He did not get the reference, but what was worse was that you would play a clarinet tune once he closed his door. You even called him ‘Squidward’, a name he did not appreciate as he is an octopus or even a cecaelia and not a squid.

Then there was the whole thing where you changed the ringtone on his phone for both your texts and calls to some video game theme song. The worst part is that you texted him and called him constantly. He was close to blocking your number, actually.

Jade Leech

You were quite the interesting woman, but to be fair he hasn’t met too many human women during his time on land. Again, you asked him questions based on your own ‘extensive research’ (AKA Google), like if he was blind or if he was nocturnal. He thought the questions were amusing more than annoying, so he didn’t really mind.

There have been numerous times where when you see him you would shout at the top of your lungs, “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s a moray”, and he stands there very confused. Have you just found out that he was a moray eel mer-man?

When you show him pictures of your pet eels, he finds your names for them quite clever. Eelisa, Eelbert, Eeliot, Eelongated Muskrat, Bartholomeel, etc. They all seemed quite cute and happy to be under your care, so he wondered how he would fare if you would take care of him.

Floyd Leech

He was a menace right along with you. Any questions asked on a good day will receive a laugh before an actual answer, but any questions asked on a bad day will receive a response of what do you think? in a rude way. Don’t take it personally: he’s just in one of his forever-changing moods.

Anyway, he treats your theme song for him with pride as long as you only sing it for him. So, the whole, “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s a moray” gets a huge thumbs up from him. It’s the equivalent to shouting his name to get his attention at this point.

I feel like he would get a bit jealous when you show him your pet eels, like you know other eels? kind of jealous. But he does let out a laugh at all the names of your pets because they have the word ‘eel’ squeezed into it. Wait… if he's with you… does that make him a step-father to your pets?

[notjusthespongenextdoor]

Writing Patterns Tag Game

Tagged by @buildarocketboys!

Rules: list the first lines(s) of your last 10 fics and see if there's a pattern.

I was so worried going through my last 10 fics would take me way too deep into my previous fandoms since I didn't write for a while but it's fairly reasonable if i include shit i haven't published or even finished lol

(not yet published): A sensation comes to him in his half-dreaming state. A touch to his back by a warm hand, and then one of those fingers tracing over something--tracing over the numb welts of the scars carved into his back.

to make me love you less: It’s the smallest thing that does it. They’re all sitting around the waning campfire, most of them drunk to varying degrees and listening to Karlach and Lae’zel exchanging war stories, the former of which seemingly unaware that she's in a competition.

something good can work: He's learning how long he can tolerate morning’s light. He never had reason to take the risk in the many long years before the tadpole, before...all of that happened.

(not yet published....): He shouldn't have. He shouldn't have he absolutely shouldn't, it's the kind of idiotic, naïve mistake he thought had been beaten out of him decades ago.

(silly thing for a friend lol): He’s lived too long--too long!--on squirrels and foxes and the occasional boar, when he's lucky. It's the best he’s been fed in his life as a blood-sucker, but it's not enough to keep him going through long days (days! Imagine that) of traveling and fighting and dealing with this lot.

peace to those who suffer: The slow waking of the morning still fills him with dread. It’s hard to shake, after two centuries of fearing the sun.

a promise: A strange calm washes over him as he falls, shedding Bahamut’s skin one final time. Perhaps he is victorious, perhaps not.

azem's adventures in herbology: She’s called him before. More times than he can count, but he is certain it has never felt like this.

join me within: You wake to your heart pounding in your chest, and this time the answer to “why” doesn’t arise from pondering your dreams, the half-formed traumas of your past awakening you--no, this time the danger is in front of your open eyes, a swirling, dark cloud hovering over your bed.

we're all okay: Squidward glances up over the top of his magazine, meeting eyes with the irritated customer looming over the cash register. This is the part where they snap at him, and he makes a snarky comment in return, then they both part from the interaction in a worse mood than they went into it.

Pattern I was absolutely expecting: I've developed some kind of allergy to mentioning the POV character's name in the first sentence which I'm sure is confusing to some people but it JUST SEEMS WRONg

Pattern i wasn't entirely expecting but am not particlarly surprised by: having to include the second sentence in almost all of these because the first sentence is just absolutely devoid of any context

uhhh who the fuck do i know that regularly writes. @loyalhorror good luck, @dragqueenpentheus, yeah i got nothin

[ahimoth-storm]

some relatable quotes (and why)

so i wanted to make a post about some quotes from anime/movies/cartoons that relate to me in a way. there is a lot, to be honest, so for now i'll only put a few. who knows, i might do a part 2 and songs next. if you have any quotes you relate to, feel free to comment them!

now that i look over this....i realized it looks more like a vent post due to me adding why the quote is relatable in parenthesis... shit-

I don't understand why everybody has to be so judgmental. ...."Hey, Cody's just a bum." "Cody's this," "Cody's that," "Cody's this." Cody's me, bro. Let me be me. When is that going to start? ~Cody Maverick, Surf's up (constantly being compared to others, told i should be like this or more like that)

I, am on, *so* much migraine medication you have no idea... The stress is killing me. I dunno how much longer I can last, I have to tell you that right now! ~Mikey Abromowitz, Surf's up (i have chronic migraines; stress makes it worse)

No joy, man. No joy...Fail. ~Big Z, Surf's up (me after telling myself "i'ma have a good day" and it ends up being shit)

Mikey, why don't you head on over to the snack bar and get yourself a big bowl of shut up? ~Reggie Belafonte, Surf's up (me when i am not in a good mood and people make it worse. me when someone pisses me off then tries to make me laugh)

heh heh, this place sucks, bro. ~Cody Maverick, Surf's up (me at school, me at home, me at the store, me in any sort of inconvenient/annoying place)

i promote happiness! can you see the happiness emanating from me!? what's wrong with you? ~Reggie Belafonte, Surf's up (me looking in the mirror when i am one minor inconvenience away from absolutely losing my shit)

*sigh.* why is it that whenever i'm having fun, it's wrong? ~Squidward, Spongebob (me. just me)

what are those neanderthals doing?.... ~Squidward, Spongebob (me with my nosy neighbors, me at the store and people are acting absolutely RIDICULOUS)

too bad that didn't kill me. ~Squidward, Spongebob (me, with just anything)

i hate all of you. ~Squidward, Spongebob (me after i graduated in 2023)

well, it wouldn't be the first time you ruined everything. ~Squidward, Spongebob (me when my family just can't get along, younger me with my little brother 'cause my father always favored him)

wake me up when i care. ~Squidward, Spongebob (me when my little brother constantly woke me up for the damn nintendo wii (i wanted to do what Squidward did when he bashed his head into the register, but to a table or wall instead))

why am i always the one handing out apologies? ~Shippo, Inuyasha (was blamed for everything; grew a habit of apologizing for everything)

...nothing i could've gained was worth losing her. nothing at all. ~Sesshomaru, Inuyasha (i lost my grandma in january of 2021)

i want you to be happy. i want you to laugh a lot. i don't know what i'll be able to do for you, but i'll always be by your side. ~Kagome, Inuyasha (me to my best friend who i've known and been friends with since 2018)

people like you… are the reason why people like me need medication. ~Inuyasha, Inuyasha (many people in the world, and many types of people, are driving me up a fucking wall)

i just don't like giving up, there's a difference! ~Inuyasha, Inuyasha (i refuse to give up on something/someone that means so much to me, unless i absolutely have a good reason (even then, a part of me still wants to refuse giving up))

i can't be at peace until i find out the truth. Sailor Mercury, Sailor Moon (there are a lot of things happening in my family, as it was split in half when i was very young. one side says this, the other side says that. i'm in constant turmoil trying to figure out who is and who isn't lying. it feels like the equivalent of being ripped apart)

18 quotes, and now my fingers are cramped T^T they'll only cramp more when i add the tags.

[yet-another-aoex-account]

amber, jack o lantern and flannel for the autumn ask game! c:

amber— how do you prefer to spend a rainy day?

Depends on how rainy is the day, cuz where I live its rain season all summer and a good chunk of autumn too so most days when the rain is not unbearable we usually go about our day as usual and I like it! Rain usually gets my mood up so I'm more energetic and when its just a lil bit of rain i like to be at parks or a place where i can appreciate nature But if its super rainy I like to drink lots of tea, look up the window to see the rain while I listen to music and sing, & maybe cook something nice and warm like a soup c:

jack-o-lantern— do you get scared easily? why or why not? I think my answer would be yes, I do get scared easily but by very specific stuff. You could never catch me getting scared by a horror movie and I could be playing with a ouija board in an abandoned house without batting an eye BUT I SWEAR I GET SCARED BY THE STUPIDEST STUFF, its usually pictures that get me the most scared cause they let my imagination run wild, for example: sqwidwards suicide creepypasta. the creepypasta is SOO lame but that stupid picture of squidwards bloodshot eyes makes me lose sleep everytime i see it idk why, its so dumb lol

flannel— do you prefer sweaters, hoodies, cardigans, or zip-up jackets? I prefer hoodies most, since i have short hair the hood helps me keep my ears warm. Sweaters are my #2 because I like how they look, mostly turtleneck sweaters.

[alinalioness]

Little octopus lioness 1 Chapter:Getting to know the heroine.

Two fishermen were sailing in a boat at sea in the evening.

Fisherman№1:Listen, can we go back? And then there were rumors about a monster in the sea.

Fisherman№2:It's okay, there won't be any monsters. Even like the Kraken or Cthulhu (He threw a fishing net into the water).

Underwater, ordinary fish began to get stuck in the net. But later, someone's silhouette appears, which frees the fish. Then she picks up the items on the fishermen's table.

Fisherman№1:But in 2011, people noticed the disappearance of fish in nets and objects.

Fisherman№2:It doesn't prove anything.

Fisherman№1:(I noticed that there were no objects on the table) Where did he go?

Fisherman№2:Hmm, that's weird. (The creature under the water decided to leave, but its tentacles touched the net) It's biting! (I pulled out the net, but there was no creature) You're right, don't swim at night and in the evening.

The next day in the water.

The seahorse calmly ate seaweed as if nothing had happened. While someone's brown eyes were visible in the long algae. The seahorse heard something, but continued to eat. Until a half lioness and half octopus jumped out of the algae, making the seahorse scared. But it turned out she was catching a jellyfish.

Alina:Wait! I'll catch you! (The jellyfish has swum away) Here's an ambush. (The seahorse is getting angry) I'm sorry about that, but I really didn't want to catch you. (The seahorse nods calmly) I have to go.

She waved her hand to the Seahorse and swam away. She lived in a small cave with a stone platform similar to a gym. Her house was a little far from the town of Bikini Bottom, where her friends lived.

Fish№1:Hi Alina!

Alina:Hi!

Fish№2:Hello!

Alina sailed to the Krusty Krab restaurant, where she was also greeted.

Alina:Good afternoon, everyone.

Visitors:Good afternoon!

Alina sailed past the table where Patrick was sitting, who was eating 15 burgers.

Alina:Bon appetit Patrick.

Patrick:Thank you (He continues to eat burgers).

Alina swam up to the cash register in the form of a boat with Squidward, who was reading a newspaper.

Alina:Good afternoon, Squidward.

Squidward:(He put away the newspaper) What are you ordering?

Alina:One burger with a cutlet and French fries.

Squidward:Good. (Alina sat down at the table while he turned to the kitchen) One burger with a cutlet and French fries.

SpongeBob:I've already figured it out. (He starts cooking the burger first, and then the fries. Later, he came out of the kitchen and put the food on the table where Alina was sitting) Your order.

Alina:Thank you.

Later, a satisfied Mr. Krabs comes out of the office.

Mr. Krabs:I love my job, making money and enjoying it.

Alina:You're always in a good mood, Mr. Krabs.

Mr. Krabs:I know. Therefore, no one should harm if it weren't for... (Whispering) people. (Normally) As it is, everything is fine. (To SpongeBob) Keep working.

SpongeBob:Yes sir (Goes into the kitchen)!

Mr. Krabs:Great.

Fish№1:(Worryingly) ALARM! FISHERMEN!

Mr. Krabs:Again?

There was a panic in the city while the guard was calming down.

Guard:Don't panic! Everyone hide!

When there was only one boat with fishermen, Alex was the main one. Fish hid in houses in algae, etc.

Alex:Okay, there aren't any. We're sailing away.

When the boat sailed away, everyone left the room. Mr. Krabs, Alina, SpongeBob, Patrick and Squidward left the restaurant.

Mr. Krabs:Expect trouble from these people. Fortunately, there is only one boat, but if there were many, we would hide in a cave. And so we know what's wrong with people...

Alina, SpongeBob, Patrick and Squidward:Don't communicate.

Mr. Krabs:Right. And now for business.

Alina:Well, I'm going home. Goodbye!

SpongeBob, Patrick, Squidward and Mr. Krabs:Goodbye.

Alina was a very obedient girl in this city. She wasn't even interested in what was on land.

The next day.

Alina hung out with SpongeBob and Patrick in the park until the boat arrived again.

Fish:BOAT!

Mr. Krabs:Another boat?

Everyone began to hide slowly, including the heroes. But one of them, that is, Mink Mink, swam up to the boat unnoticed.

Alina:Mink Mink! No!

Mink Mink began to distract the fisherman with harpoons. And when he fired, fortunately no one was hit. Alina noticed that Mink Mink was still on top and was frowning at the fisherman. That fisherman swam away and he went down.

Mr. Krabs:(Unhappy) Mink Mink, you could have betrayed us all. You know that if you betray, you will be banished.

SpongeBob:I think he just wanted to help.

Mr. Krabs:(Angry) But what if the fisherman could find out where we are? You know what happened before us. Of course, we were peaceful and didn't know people. But people wanted to eat seafood so much that we appeared as people, almost killed someone. (Turned Around) That's why...

He noticed that there was no Mink Mink.

Patrick:I think it's too harsh.

Mr. Krabs:Well, let it be, we don't need traitors. Okay, let's continue.

Alina felt very sorry for Mink Mink after that. She knew, of course, that if she betrayed him, she would be banished. She was trained when she was little and fell into the sea the way she is now.

To be continued...

[now-we-say-c0ral]

December 28, 2023

I'm still off sick until tomorrow because of this stomach bug. Been pooping less now but my stomach still hurts. What the fuck did I eat that upset my stomach so bad?

Ed went to work even though he wasn't 100%. I was nagging again but it feels like I'm talking to a tree. I just let him be and just told him to pack some medicine and his lunch as well.

I just played Pokemon the whole morning and made myself a high protein brunch-dinner around 12:30pm. Took a shower and went to the gym. I did chest, biceps, and abs today. It was a good session but my legs were a bit sore from yesterday's training. They're going to be screaming tomorrow when I'm hitting my legs again. I do legs twice a week now because Monty's legs inspired me to have cuts on my quads.

Went home and saw Ed covered in his warm poncho. That's cute. I reheated the mung beans and made some rice for his dinner. I won't be eating. I have to be more strict with myself because New Year will be the last time I'm going to be eating a lot of food. Fingers crossed.

Just playing Pokemon trying to fill the Pokedex and we're just watching JJK tonight. It's been a good day.

December 27, 2023

I was supposed to be working today but called in sick at 7am because of a 'stomach bug' and I'm not really feeling well. Ed wasn't feeling well too but he still insisted to go to work because that's just like him. I foresee that he will be back before 10am because he really didn't seem well sleeping last night. He came back drunk as fuck and he was running a fever, I think. It's the result of his relentless partying since the 23rd. Yes, I was nagging when he came back at 9:30am.

I went to the gym despite of my stomach bug and my stomach still hurts bad a lot. I did legs, abs, and shoulders. It was a good gym session for me. I also went to Morrisons to get some essentials for me and Ed because he's sick. I think it's Covid but we both tested and they came back negative.

I cooked mung bean soup for the sick boy and made him some Berocca to help him with his fever. He's still so warm. I told him to take a shower to help him.

I finished the Kitakami and Indigo Disk DLC last night and I've never been happier playing a DLC in Pokemon. It was so good! I love Carmine the most because she reminds me of me.

While I was in the grocery store, a thought came to me. It's so exhausting being a giver when you're in a relationship with a taker. Ed's not doing it on purpose. It's just how he is. That's him in his default. I'm exhausted and it took a lot of guts to finally say this because I've been trying to come up with explanations why I feel this way when I knew why from the start. I've changed, too. I'm less now. Maybe that's a good thing. I'm not going to be that tired anymore. I'm glad that I finally said it. It's so reaffirming. It's sad though that I have to keep myself from giving more of me to him but I'm happy because that means I get to have more of me for myself. I think it makes sense, right?

Kevin and I also agreed to meet for coffee on the 13th of Saturday. It's the third attempt after randomly seeing each other at the station to meet up for coffee but I think we'll see it through this time.

December 26, 2023

Finally! A long, well-deserved sleep after the physical stress that the 24-25th has given me. Those were happy days but I think ageing has made my mood sour. I think I grew up to be a Squidward.

I wanted to go to the gym but I saw online that they'll be reopening on the 27th. Seems like I can't burn the excess calories I've eaten the past few days. If it's not freezing cold here in the UK, it's fucking wet and windy. We can't choose a struggle here because we live with them all. Checking my bank account and I'm literally trying to process how I'm going to manage everything and it's not even January yet. I don't really know.

Ed went to Stevenage to attend their Filipino Christmas Party with his friends but I didn't want to attend mainly because my social battery has run out and I just want to be a potato in the bed gradually growing its roots.

I did nothing all day but I did record myself rapping Nicki Minaj's verse on Monster.

[sirkevinmartin]

🆃🅷🆁🅾🆄🅶🅷 🅱🅻🆄🆁🆁🆈 🅳🅰🆈🆂 + 🄲🄻🄰🅁🄸🅃🅈. Wishing one of my BFF FOREVIES the most spectacular day today on her birthday. Sending you warmth, love and all thangs good in Deutschland, BB. We both be freezing coldt AF but we surviving. Hoping everything turns out amazingly best for you through our consistent struggles and challenges in a foreign land. I will always be here for you in ways that I can, mi loff. Shall always be Patrick 💖 to your Spongebob 💛 cos you see I’m growing a mustache, and though I know I must ask you, “Does it really make me look like a man?” I love you to Bikini Bottom and beyond as we live out our Squidward 💚 and Plankton-like 🖤 moods always. Sea you when I do, boo. Stay chill, loved and blessedt! 💙 #HappyBirthdayJenn (at Quezon City, Philippines) https://www.instagram.com/p/CphUridu2ky/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sugar-frosty-fairy]

In Pet Sitter Pat, SpongeBob actually has a framed picture of Squidward smiling. 

[beetlebongos]

Yes I have more late assignments than anyone on planet Earth however I'm in a good mood ^___^ and it's so beautiful outside and I get to work w some of my fav ppl hope u guys are having a good day too

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

RE cast reacting to Cupcakke:

Albert Wesker:

He won’t understand why a woman would sing in such an obscene way about her private parts and her kinks. He will lose all respect he had for you that day and if you meant something, even little, for him until that moment, then you’ll become nothing but a mere mortal.

Chris Redfield:

He will smirk and will try to contain his laughter. He’ll burst into tears when you’ll play “Squidward nose”. He’s very open to everything but doesn’t cross the line. It's not his favorite music genre either. He sees them as a joke rather than something you listen to. Play some Queen to make it up for him.

Piers Nivans:

Ashamed to admit, but Cupcakke is on his gym playlist, so he’s familiar. Chris doesn’t know about this because he’s afraid that he might lose his respect. You two will silently listen to her whenever you’re together, preferably on the same phone because you share the same Spotify account.

Leon Kennedy:

Too tired to care. He’ll listen to whatever you’ll play. Just don’t blast it in his ears because he wants to hear his thoughts and rest in silence. If you cross the line he won’t argue with you. He’ll just give you a cheesy line of his and leave you alone. That line will burn tho.

Jack Krauser:

He usually keeps his thoughts to himself. When he’ll hear what you listen to he’ll remain silent because he doesn’t want to judge your taste. Secretly, he hates her songs and will tell you to stop the music if you cross the line.

Ada Wong:

She’s cool about it. She thinks they’re silly but she won’t ask you to play them again tho. One time is enough. Same as Leon, she wants to be alone with her thoughts without any distractions, because she has to focus on her next plan.

Claire Redfield:

It all started when you showed her some edits with her songs, then she became obsessed. She’ll listen to her on repeat, but only when she’s alone or with you.

Jill Valentine:

Same as Chris, she will laugh but don’t cross the line. One time is enough to catch her attention and put her in a good mood. If she feels silly, she’ll come to you with her playlist and be ready to sing.

Barry Burton:

Too old for this shit. Leave the man alone she’s been through so many outbreaks. Make him listen to these songs and he’ll completely lose all the faith in humanity.

Jake Muller:

He blasts her songs everywhere he goes. The moment you play her songs you will become best buddies. He doesn’t give a shit about who is near you either. As long as Cupcakke makes him feel good, he won’t be bothered by others opinions.

Nikolai Zinoviev:

He’ll laugh, but not because of the lyrics but because you think this is obscene. He listened to hardcore songs back in Russia and now he’s eager to show them to you. You thought you heard them all until he starts to translate. You realized you lived in vain.

Ethan Winters:

Out of respect, he’ll smile and nod his head, but he hates them. He hates them so much but he doesn’t have the heart to tell you because he sees how much you enjoy them. He’ll also try to avoid these situations by changing the song or stopping you before hitting the play button.

Heisenberg:

Crying and laughing. Tears will roll down his cheeks and his face will turn red from all the laughter. Her songs will become his favorite, and he’ll blast them in his factory whenever he’s working. All of his soldati will be born while “CPR” is playing.

Lady Dimitrescu:

You bought her albums and give them to her as a joke, but it almost turned into a murder scene. No, absolutely no. She’ll slice you. You better run. I hope you know a good hiding spot until she calms down.

Daniela:

She’s a hopeless romantic and I think she has the same music taste as her momma. She’ll be disgusted when she’ll find out your music taste, and also she’ll lose all the respect for you.

Cassandra:

She loves them instantly, but afraid of her sisters’ and mother’s judging gaze, you two will play them in private, preferably in the dungeon. If those poor souls are dying, at least they can die while listening to some good music.

Bela:

She’ll call you immature and would walk away. She gets tired to lecture her sisters and you all the time, and won’t have the energy for this one. However, you’ll see her nod her head while walking away.

[yandere-toons]

Yandere SpongeBob SquarePants (Platonic & Romantic Headcanons)

Warnings: implied stalking, toxic mindset.

A.N. – This is my legacy. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

Platonic:

SpongeBob bombards his friend with invitations to catch jellyfish with him and attend sleepovers and house parties every time he meets them. However, he is not domineering and is willing to adapt the outing to their preferences. Any illegal or morally questionable activities evoke some pause from the sponge, but he is susceptible to peer pressure and does not retaliate against his friend even if they backstab him.

His eagerness to enjoy their company lends itself easily to manipulation if his friend were inclined to do so. As a preemptive strike, Mr Krabs sits the fry cook down for a greed-fueled talk about not cooking them Krabby Patties on the house whenever they ask. SpongeBob is resistant to the idea of defying his boss, but he ultimately sneaks any number of favours for his friend if he believes it will remain a secret.

If it disrupts his routine or he is in one of his more vindictive moods, Squidward occasionally confronts SpongeBob about this behaviour. The cashier has no trouble listing each reason why he finds it to be reprehensible in hostile and explicit detail, but the sponge dismisses his complaints by assuring Squidward that the friendship is equal.

Although Squidward has been the target of SpongeBob's intrusive nature, he is not apt to help the fry cook's friend in any noteworthy way besides a sarcastic comment about understanding their situation.

Assistance comes in the form of Sandy and Patrick. Sandy is not afraid to criticise SpongeBob's actions to his face, but unlike Squidward, she allows his friend to hide at her treedome when they need a rest from his constant presence. Patrick is more of an unwitting supporter. In that, he sees no meaningful flaws in the relationship but commonly distracts SpongeBob with his own escapades and shenanigans.

Romantic:

Firm communication is a must for his partner to convince him to relent. Any uncertainty or ambiguity in their responses to his wishes to spend time together, such as a "maybe later" instead of a "go away," are taken at face value. SpongeBob thinks the relationship is innocent and views his intrusions into their private life as friendly checkups, for he is chiefly good-natured and does not entertain the notion of revenge.

Despite his immense capacity for optimism, SpongeBob is not infallibly oblivious to all rejections. A consistent string of hard no's or a singular one that is aggressive and mean-spirited enough that it cannot be mistaken will yield results, although not the desirable kind. SpongeBob falls into a brokenhearted state where he devotes several hours of every day to uninterrupted sobbing both inside his home and at work.

This open weeping draws much irritation from Squidward, Mr. Krabs and many of the customers at the Krusty Krab, who collectively view his tears as a noisy inconvenience. Fish leave the establishment in anger, and as soon as money is lost, it becomes everyone's problem. Squidward cracks after a few days and yells at him to stop being a crybaby, while Krabs instructs the fry cook to forget about them and get back to work.

His gift-giving continues after a short break, but the new gifts are far more desperate. The presentation devolves from reaching his partner when they leave their house or are cruising the town to knocking on their door at random times and tearfully begging for them to accept his gift. The presents themselves go from what few trinkets his paychecks allow to homemade clothes stitched together with tears.

[studiojeon]

bitterness in goodbye | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. sadly, you can't read this as a stand alone (meaning: feel free to check the previous parts ♡)

| summary | - You can’t help but feel a little sad when Jungkook doesn’t refrain from cuddling your arm after pleading to forgive him. You wish you could cuddle him instead, that he would lay his head on your chest as you play with his soft hair, but you recognize there are some things you just can’t have.

warnings: none (?) i mean chaeryeong insults jungkook which is an atrocity in itself but-

contents: we diving into the angst my friends. jungkook is an innocent, kind hearted soul, i promise. oc's got the feels (out oct. 1) for jk. idol!jungkook × student!reader.

author's note: I EDITTED THIS FROM MY PHONE DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW FUCKING ANNOYING THAT IS? also, thank u for the amount of support i've been receiving lately, i appreciate everyone lots. feel free to ask away or suggest anything btw, i would love to write for any prompts you guys come up with. 💞💗💖💘💓💕

words: 1.57k

playlist: honey by halsey

Four weeks later, the receptionist of your apartment complex hands you over a cardboard box with the hoodie Jungkook and you had talked about that day on the Han River. Jungkook kept pestering you to please please please send him your address for confidential purposes, which you knew had to do with his determination to literally provide anything that catches your eye right away. You assumed it was a sensitive topic for the boy whether people had purposefully taken advantage of his money before, so you didn’t dare to say anything when the man asked you for your size literally two hours after he dropped you off, scared to either reject his solidare intentions or piss him off for bringing unwanted memories back. In  your defense, your personality type keeps oscillating between INFP and INFJ so it’s only natural that you take extra care to make sure those around you have as much peace of mind as possible in your presence. 

As pretty and comfortable the piece of soft clothing is, an important factor is missing, something that you can’t recreate buying two of the same size and color, and that is Jungkook's escence and how good it looks on him in comparison to anyone else in the world. Meaning, you didn’t like it as much as you thought initially would. And it absolutely did not have to do with the fact that your short stature made you look like a toddler who stole their dad’s jacket.

Still, in order to show Jungkook how much you appreciate his gift, you bring it to work the next day, and the rest of the days after that, with the excuse that with winter rolling around you needed something to keep you warm in the office. Jungkook doesn’t miss the opportunity to confirm your assumptions regarding your appearance whenever he barges into your office randomly throughout the week, arguing that ”you look so adorable” and doesn’t stop for two weeks more, until he gets used to seeing you wearing something you shared with him. Which doesn’t help ease your growing romantic feelings for him whatsoever.

Because yeah, you liked Jeon Jungkook, just like every human being with eyes and sexual desires, except, you didn’t just like him in a superficial way, and that’s where the problem with him resides. Though you are sure everyone has fallen in love with the endearing boy at some point - especially the excluded and invalidated women of society - you can’t help but place some blame on you for allowing yourself to be swooned so goddamn easily. Your mom had said to you at some point to be wary of the way some men would talk to you when you grew up, their intention usually being getting inside your pants, which has happened to you more times than you'd like to admit. And with the argument that she knew you better than anyone, she claimed you would comply right the second someone talked sweet to you; you despised the fact that was the case with Jungkook (and Jungkook only), although he had never shown any sexual innuendos. What your feelings could do to your relationship with Jungkook and your rather chill lifestyle scared you to death, shiver me timbers and all that shit, having romantic feelings for someone else is embarrassing, especially when your chance with them has been scratched out the second you laid eyes on them.

Jungkook sits on your couch, legs spread on your thighs as you two pretend to watch some series on netflix. “I don’t buy for a second the act you’re putting on right now.” he speaks randomly after staring at your deep-in-thought state for a few minutes and laughs when you snap at him for not letting you overthink in peace. “What’s going on?”

Truth is, you don’t fucking know. A few hours before he arrived at your place (you had to pick him up at the dorm and sneak the both of you through the subterranean parking lot, because god forbid someone saw Jungkook arriving at some chick’s dorm on a saturday afternoon) you swore you would be able to conceal whatever emotional turmoil you had going inside of you without compromising your regular behaviour around the man, but when push comes to shove, it’s impossible to keep yourself from wondering how far you could go before that special someone found out what was going on inside of your head.

Jungkook’s phone rings in his pocket with some annoying tone he had downloaded illegally from youtube the same day the company had handed over the device as a gift for him (you still were a little bitter over how they neglected the rest of the staff but you also knew it was kind of impossible for the human kind to just gift a-thousand-dollar-phones to almost five hundred people out of solidarity). “Hyung?” he picks up, still wary of your unusual behaviour, concerned eyes looking at you. “No, uh- i’m with Yugyeom right now.” and your heart shatters into a million pieces.

You have been suspecting for a while that Jungkook is being hesitant to introduce you to his social circle. Although, you’ve tried your best not to take it personal, it is getting harder to resist the urge to ask him what the fuck is up with that. The fact that Jungkook had to lie about the person he was hanging out with broke your ego; he could’ve just said he was with a friend, right? You suddenly feel like you’re fifteen again, when the guy you liked would love you in the dark but pretend he didn’t know you in the light. 

Holding your tears back, you gently push him off and make your way towards the bathroom in the most nonchalant way you could. This is your fault for falling for the nice popular guy in the first place, you remind the reflection staring back at you. Still, as bad as it hurt, there was no way you were going to cry over a stupid boy, let alone when he was literally sat on the next room. He can go fuck himself if he thinks he can just toss this behind as if nothing ever happened.

You text Chaeryeong instead.

“chaery bom bom: i swear to god i gonna throw hands the next time i see the bitch.

chaery bom bom: like who the hell does he think he is? fucking squidward looking asshole.

chaery bom bom: he ain’t even that cute bub, you’ll get over him. i know jinyoung wouldn’t treat you like this”

You sigh. Chaeryeong has been enamored with the idea of you and his former company colleague from GOT7 since the day she met the guy (which was somewhere around ten years ago), and although he was all that, you didn’t like his quiet and cold aura, it intimidated the fuck out of you (Jungkook was the entire opposite of that).

You spray on some perfume just to have an excuse as to why you randomly ran to the bathroom when Jungkook’s inquiring eyes stare as you sit back on the couch, which is exactly what he does. “You done with your call?” you ask, bitter.

Jungkook frowns, a bit taken aback by the sudden question but still unaware of the way his words had made you feel, not even sensing the hostile change in your mood. “Yes, it was one of our managers. He was wondering if I could come back to reshoot some...-thing.”

Okay, now you kind of understand as to why he lied in the first place and to say you feel guilty is an understatement. “I supposed he backed down once you mentioned you were hanging out with Yugyeom.” playfulness makes its appearance on your tone and Jungkook rolls his eyes at you, tongue poking on the inside of his slightly red cheeks.

“Sorry for that” he moves closer and cuddles your arm, like a sad guilty puppy. “It’s just- I don’t want them asking questions''.

You understand. He is a very reserved and private person after all. It took you a bit to crack him open yourself. Plus, you kind of share that trait with him, you’d hate it too if people were constantly on your nerves for the people you decide to hang out with. 

And that’s all it takes to forgive him. Not very cash money of you.

“You better not pull that shit again, though” you shift in his hold and he looks up at you. One look into your eyes and he knows what you mean. “I’ll kick you out.”

After nodding, Jungkook resumes his concentration on the series you picked out for him. Due to your short attention span, you are very picky about what you invest your time in, especifically with audiovisual pieces of media, so Jungkook trusts you whenever you recommend something on very rare occasions. As a matter of fact, Jungkook was busy attacking your kitchen counters for snacks (which you didn’t have) when you mentioned Money Heist. “Munch on some grapes instead” you suggested to soothe his disappointment.

You can’t help but feel a little sad when Jungkook doesn’t refrain from cuddling your arm after pleading to forgive him. You wish you could cuddle him instead, that he would lay his head on your chest as you play with his soft hair, but you recognize there are some things you just can’t have.

[eideticmemory]

TEACH ME | SPENCER REID

Description: Filling the request, “Reid is all shy and got asked out by someone he wants to have sex with but is afraid that he’ll embarrass himself because he’s inexperienced so he enlists his best gal friend (reader) to teach him.”

Word Count: 2,011.

Rating: M.

Warning/Includes: Graphic sexual intercourse.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, uh, Lila’s here, and, I don’t know. I, um, I think something may happen, y’know? So, I, I want to be prepared. Thoroughly prepared.”

“Oh.”

“[y/n]?” Spencer said. “If you’re uncomfortable, don’t worry about it. I just thought I’d ask.”

You had thought, foolishly, that Spencer invited you out to Los Angeles for some friendly fun. A vacation, time to relax, to catch up, take a break. The two of you rarely saw each other these days - with his recent employment to the BAU - so when he offered to bring you along on his trip to California, you didn’t need to be asked twice. You instantly requested the weekend off from work, packed your suitcase, and hopped on board.

This, though, was the last thing you expected. For your very best friend - and very biggest crush - to ask you, of all people, for sex advice. Vivid sex advice.

“I,” you whispered. “Spencer, you can talk to me about anything. Anything. You know that. What do you want to know?”

He gave you a big smile, and ducked his head to rummage through his satchel. With his focus off of you for one second, you were free to frown, pout, sigh, teeter on the verge of crying. But when he hopped back up, notepad in hand, you quickly flashed a smile.

“Okay, first question,” he started. “Kissing. What are the sensitive spots? Most articles say the neck, the collarbone, the shoulder, or the jaw. And how long do you kiss before removing any clothes? Do you kiss as you’re removing clothes, or stop for a moment?”

You couldn’t help but giggle, “Spencer. A lot of sex is subjective. People are different. Girls are different.”

“But - but some aspects of sex are universal right?”

“I guess,” you shrugged. “You’ve kissed Lila before, right? You’ve also got an eidetic memory. How did she move? How did she kiss you? Touch you? Most people tend to do to others what they want done to them.”

“Hm,” he nodded. “Okay. Okay. Well, she, she kissed my neck a lot.”

Ouch.

“And, she liked to - to have her body pressed against mine. Touch my shoulders.”

Double ouch.

“I can kiss Lila all day,” he said. “But if - if things go further, I want it to be good for her.”

You cleared your throat, “Of course.”

“So, the sex part,” his voice came out squeaky and shy. “How long should foreplay be? Should I make her orgasm first? Is oral the right way to go? Because I - I’m not sure I quite know how to do that. Fingers? I mean, the idea of penetration is terrifying. I don’t want to hurt her.”

“Experience is the best teacher, Spencer,” you place your hand on top of his. “You’ve got to just go for it.”

“And how do I that, [y/n]?” He whined. “Lila kissed me first. I’m not good with timing, or tones, or moods. I’m —“

And before he could get another word out, you kissed him. Cupped his face in your hands, leaned in and kissed him. It was brief, but powerful, and it left him speechless. You took your place back on the couch, refusing to make eye contact with him as you spoke, “That’s, that’s how you do that, Spencer.”

Neither of you could fathom what’d just happened. All he could do was stare at you, his mouth agape in shock and his eyes wide. You played with your hair, nervously cutting your eyes at him to see if he was still watching you. He was.

You sighed, and turned your head to him, quickly caught in another kiss with his hands on your face. You were so stunned, you forgot to reciprocate the action, and by the time you registered what was happening, he had pulled away.

“You just kissed me,” you whispered.

“Yes.”

“You — you just did it.”

“Yes.”

“I’m, uh, I’m going to kiss you now.”

“Yes.”

You followed up on your statement, leaning back in for a passionate kiss, your hands on Spencer’s biceps and your eyes screwed shut. “And, um, I’m going to sit in your lap now.”

“O — okay.”

You held onto his shoulders as you moved to straddle his lap, and his hands moved to your hips. It felt, right. Good. Perfect. Warm. You gently ran your nails along his jaw, over his ears, and into his hair, gently tugging on the roots. A moan escaped his lips — it surprised him so much that his eyes flew open.

You grinned, “I thought you might like that. Want — want me to do it again?”

He slowly nodded, and you tightened your grip on his locks, tugging with a bit more force than before. The moan this time was louder, straight from his throat, intense.

“Do you want to stop?” You asked.

He quickly shook his head, “No. No.”

“Good,” you smiled. “Um, do you, want to take my shirt off?”

He eyed the top nervously, giving a subtle nod as his shaky hands fiddled with the buttons. It took him a little over two minutes, with the amount of trembling coursing through his body, but you let him finish. You brushed the clothing off of your shoulders, and let it drop to the floor.

Spencer couldn’t stop himself from touching your breast, both his hands pawing at them, holding them and massaging them. A shiver ran through your body and you gasped quietly, putting your hands on top of his.

“That — that feels good, Spence.”

His eyes flickered up to yours, before he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to your chest. You tilted your head back, the same thought rushing through your mind: Is this really happening? Is this really happening? Then, Spencer started to kiss your neck. And it felt too good not to be real.

“K — kiss my jaw,” you murmured. “Please?”

And he did. His lips felt so nice, so soft and wet. You held onto the back of his neck, your eyes rolling back at the soft sensation. You eagerly began to tug at the hem of his shirt, “Let’s get this off.”

He followed your request and raised his arms over his head, allowing you to remove the tee from his body. He laid back against the couch cushions, and you drank in the sight of him topless, his chest flushed and rising with every anxious breath.

“You’re so pretty, Spence,” you told him.

“Stop,” he whispered.

You chuckled, “You are,” you moved in and began to kiss his neck. “You always have been.”

He gave you unlimited access to his throat, your lips trailing down to his sternum. He was paralyzed with pleasure, his hands numb at his sides. You pressed your lips to his softly, hands perched on his shoulders.

“Do,” he breathed out. “Do you want to, um, to um —“

“Yes,” you nodded. “Yes. Absolutely, yes.”

He gave you a nervous smile, leaned in and kissed you. Repeatedly. “Well,” you mumbled. “We should probably take the rest of our clothes off, huh?”

You stood from the couch and pulled him along with you, intertwining your fingers. “Alright, Reid, on the count of three, we drop our pants. Deal?”

“Okay, just, don’t laugh.”

“Laugh? Why would I laugh?”

“We went swimming once you told me I looked like Squidward.”

You cackled, “Whew, wow, I’m funny.”

He shook his head at you, ducking his head shyly.

“Spencer, look at me,” you commanded. He complied. “I won’t laugh. I wouldn’t dare.”

You kissed his nose, and stood up straight. “Okay, ready?” You asked. He nodded. “One,” You unbuckled your shorts. “Two,” Spencer followed. “Three.”

And you two were exposed, stepping out of your clothing in sync with one another. “See?” You said. “No laughing.”

So lost in the sight of you, Spencer fell back onto the couch, stunned and reaching for you like a little kid. You sat yourself in his lap, the base of his cock resting against your core. “Got any condoms?” You asked.

“Oh, oh yeah, yeah,” he replied. He wrapped his arm around your waist and leaned over, grabbing the box from his bag. You took the package from his hands, eyeing it, “Magnums, huh? Fitting.”

“Shut up,” he blushed.

You removed a packet from the box, holding the item between your fingers. “Are you —“ he cleared his throat. “L—lubricated enough?”

“Lub—am I wet? Oh, Spence, I’ve been soaked since you first kissed me.” You chuckled.

He rolled his eyes at you, a bashful smile gracing his face. “You’ll tell me if I do something wrong?”

“What kind of guide would I be if I didn’t?” You grinned, removing the condom from the foil wrapping. “Do you know how to put a condom on?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I mean, I’ve watched a video. Practiced on myself a few times.”

You giggled, “Okay, hot shot, do it then.” You dropped the slimey object into his palm and he took a deep breath, steadying the condom over his erection and rolling it on without a hitch. You cheered, “Yay!” And gave him a high five.

“You’re ridiculous,” he remarked.

You scattered kisses around his face, his shoulders held in your hands. “Ready?”

He licked his lips, “Yes.”

You pulled him into a deep kiss, arms tightly wrapped around him as you raised your hips, and slowly, slowly, very slowly, let his cock sink into you. Spencer couldn’t stop himself from gasping, subsequently releasing a loud groan into the air, head resting back on the couch.

“You okay?” You questioned, kissing his cheek.

“Y—yeah, wow, yeah.”

“Good?”

“Mhm.”

“Can I move?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

You bit down on your lip as you began to rock your hips. Up, down, up, down. And every time, every single time, Spencer’s dick would hit inside you just right. Your body quivered, your breast caught in one hand and the other pressed into his chest. You weren’t meaning to put on a show for him, but he wasn’t complaining. Absentmindedly, you sped up your hips, letting out vulnerable whines.

When you looked down at Spencer’s face, he had gone crossed eyed, loosely holding on your hips and whispering your name. You placed your forehead against his, and gave him a quick peck, before burying your face in the crook of his neck. Your thighs acted with a mind of their own, grinding against Spencer forcefully, just to feel the full sensation of him inside of you.

“Hm,” you whimpered. “Mm, h—hm.”

You gripped onto the plush couch, your nails ripping at the cloth. Your jaw dropped against his shoulder and you allowed your tongue to taste his skin. You hadn’t felt it, but Spencer began to tap on your back. Rapidly, incessantly, hopelessly. Too overcome with pleasure, you only continued your rhythm, your legs weakening and beginning to tremble.

“[y/n],” he moaned. “[y/n].”

But it was too late. His body tensed up, his legs stretching out below you and his hips bucking upwards. He jolted repeatedly, his release spilling into the condom and his face contorted in an expression of pure ecstasy. Your name fell from his lips weakly, quietly, as he came down from his high.

You stopped your movement as it happened, looking at him in a trance. He was so beautiful. So, so beautiful. So, so fucked out. It was a sight to see.

He shamefully covered his face, groaning in embarrassment. “Oh, God, [y/n], I’m so sorry,” he told you. “I’m so, so, so sorry.”

“Hey, hey,” you cooed. “Why are you apologizing?”

“I—I didn’t mean to come that fast,” he whined. “Goddammit.”

You shook your head, and grabbed on his wrist, removing his hands from his face. “It’s okay. I’m chilling.”

“But you didn’t get to come. I wanted you to come.”

“The night is young, Spence. Really young.”

He didn’t end up seeing Lila that night. You, however, did end up coming. And coming. And coming. Until every question Spencer had was answered.

[the-nysh]

What are your favorite garou moments?

F-favorite?! 😳 This might be hard to narrow down & choose...but if I go chronologically, I think I can make a good list of most memorable moments!

1. Garou surrounded by the A/B heroes and enduring the worst of odds (injured, fevered, outnumbered, poisoned), with his biggest test of character yet (at this point in the story) to defend the shed and miraculously pull out on top. (Where thematically you can interpret as his version of ‘justice’ prevailing.)

Because this challenge was the first time, since Garou’s introduction, that really 👀 opened my eyes. He wasn’t all bark and no bite; he truly was the resourceful, combative fighting genius he claimed to be, and this fight deliberately showed that (the perfect ‘show don’t tell’ example) to make his character’s competency and tenacity truly shine as believable. (And to this day, it’s still my favorite choreographed fight in the whole story.) Then adding the decisive ‘do or die’ protect Tareo in the shed moment? Ugh ;o; truly the emotional icing on the cake, both for his convictions and proving what he’s willing to risk his life for. That this guy had the makings of something great 👀 to keep an eye on, and this addition to the story was probably one of the best unexpected improvements over what the webcomic did to flesh out his character for the better. Because at the time, many fans were bemoaning the manga’s deviation from the wc with the whole tournament arc, but this change with the whole shed set up and resolution, completely flipped the mood that we were speeding along, right on course with even better expansions to look forward to. A welcome surprise for all that keeps on giving getting better the more you go back and revisit/reread the fight. :’D

2. Garou’s whole downtime during the dine n dash section, where he was basically just fucking around on his own, lost in thought trying to assess/clarify his goals to ‘become a monster’....while ironically saving civilians, rescuing Tareo again (from bullies) and accidentally behaving just like a hero without even realizing it! :’D That was hilarious. Basically this was his slower ‘slice of life’ moment he got for himself, and I love that shit - it’s basically one of my favorite parts to come back and reread from time to time (and one I hope to see animated/voiced one day), because it’s just so funny, with that fond smiling reader awareness like ‘aha~ you’re stubbornly trying to be someone you’re not, aren’t you squidward~’

3. Garou’s Big Damn Heroes moment (literally, the precise trope) busting thru walls to Tareo’s cries for help at perfect timing to rescue him in grand, feral dramatic fashion from Royal Ripper. 8′D .....Only for this fucker, in awkward denial fashion, to have the gall and say ‘It’s not like I came here to save you or....anything, baka’ Classic peak tsundere moment.

No really! It’s probably the first time I’ve ever burst out laughing from seeing that classic line uttered, and I couldn’t believe ONE actually went there, but he did (and used it in a fresh, but most effective platonic context different from usual), so what a delight! X’D 

4. This page, because it encapsulates peak feral protective Garou. o///o

Which Murata totally milked for all it’s worth while inking it on stream, even showing off teases of the finished panel from his assistants while the entire stream chat screamed. 8′D (In retrospect, this era was probably my favorite ‘peak opm’ while Murata was most prolific and active on stream with fandom interaction. I miss this age dearly.) 

5. Jumping ahead, Murata swooping in to unexpectedly drop Garou vs Darkshine (esp part 2) on us, which we had been waiting for to see adapted, only for Murata to suddenly deliver with the delicacy of taking a bludgeon to the forehead. 8′D Holy shit!

Especially because Murata somehow reached peak h0rny in the interim to proudly show off all of Garou’s ahem, assets in full glory. Murata has no chill!! D8 Anyway, I think my brain was fried for a week; I was too buzzed to properly sleep straight. And yes, Murata made the grueling wait for more Garou content totally worth it. 8′D

6. Unadapted webcomic territory now, but his badass line/entry with ‘your case of emergency just happened.’ While ripping through BS, utterly destroying GS, and yes, saving Tareo once again in grand, feral dramatic fashion. :3

How hilarious that his grand ‘monster debut’ was him actually uhhhhhh....saving a kid from a hostage situation and dramatically violently defeating the other monsters who threatened him, whom the other heroes couldn’t even win against. (Only to go ‘ayy heroes~ come at me and I’ll demonstrate to you why your hero marks fail to pass my test.’) Like oh my god, does Garou still not realize what he’s actually doing?! D8 Saitama, halp knock some cathartic sense into him! And for the most part, I find his fight with Saitama more tragic and painful to witness than anything, as his desperation grows and meets a figurative brick wall, mentally speaking. (So you won’t see me ‘cheering’ like some other fans might during his ‘beatdown,’ because that ‘punishment’ only breaks his will to live. Not fun. :O) But rest assured I will be right there frothing at the mouth to witness how awesome and unforgettable Murata intends to deliver this too. Particularly for that ‘case of emergency’ moment above (if/when manga Tareo somehow gets captured again for the battle), awesome moments like that are sure to make me go feral to finally see them in Murata’s style. 8′D

7. But!! There’s hope, because his moment of realization and clarity, where it all finally and silently sinks in, seeing the light after Tareo saves him and helps him understand who his true self has been all along - whom he had been denying and rejecting all this time - now that, is just beautiful. :’3

One of the best long-awaited payoff moments to see adapted in full glory for sure. I am prepared to be emotionally destroyed for this whole ‘eye scene’! So ONE & Murata, do your worst!!

8. His return in the webcomic’s ch133. ;A; And ONE, just knew how to deliver the suspense (even Murata was hyped) and make Garou’s long-awaited face reveal brilliant, beaming, and perfect. Hhuhuuhu pretty sure I cried from the compounded joy, familiar relief seeing how -it’s him-, and...the later sense of devastation from seeing the cycle of injustice happen to him all over again. :’)) (Which he silently shoulders and walks away from like a champ~) Anyway, you can still read/relive my whole first blind ch reaction here~