#wash your heckin hands

[ninsiana0]

Covid cases are up, and home tests aren't as effective catching the new variant. I tested negative six times, but my Primary Care doctor is pretty sure i had/have Covid.

It was impossible for me to get a PCR test at the Instacare. They told me it didn't matter & that it was too expensive. But they're available at Walgreens & CVS.

Assume if you're sick at all that it is Covid. Stay home. Wear a mask if you need to go outside. And seek treatment as soon as possible, because after five days they will not prescribe you an antiviral.

I've been sick for almost a month. I'm having to go on a steroid inhaler, and am getting testing done on my lungs next week. So many people in my circles are sick, and still getting sick.

If you had Covid before, you're more likely to get reinfected. If you're reinfected, you're more likely to develop Long Covid.

The new vaccine will be available in a few days. Get it as soon as possible, particularly if you have any other conditions or have had Covid before.

[laylaplease]

I find myself leaning towards the other end of the spectrum - being the mini one/Anakin being super big… all over that 🥰

ps heckin’ love your blog!

Oh. My. Maker !! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ Anon?!? You're genius !! And thank you so very much angel <333

MDNI

Anakin's default setting is already his dominant self; imagine the power he'd have if he were also tens of times bigger than the reader ??

He'd absolutely be treating them like his own little property. Anakin would insist on carrying them everywhere because he is now the only safe space left, and also because it gives him the ability to supervise every little movement they make. Nothing can go unnoticed when his sweet beloved is safely tucked inside his pocket or safely cradled in his palm.

Being so small, they would absolutely lose their personal space and free will. Anakin would insist on knowing better; it's now his choice what his Tiny will be wearing, eating, when they will be washed and fed. He'd treat them like a doll, because there is no way they could ever deny their giant lover. Not that they had the ability to. He'd make sure that the tiniest peep of displeasure is deemed misbehavior and is punished accordingly.

His absolute favorite activity is stripping them of the clothes he had hand-sewn for them and devouring their helpless body, licking and tormenting their special places with his big, warm tongue, leaving no part dry. He enjoys wearing them down, leaving the weak body tired and trembling in his big embrace, where only he can give proper comfort.

[because-she-goes]

summer girl

warnings: tooth achingly sweet fluff, domestic!matty, them being heckin adorable. Enjoy!

“Matty, put down the camera for two seconds and look around you! We are in the most beautiful city in the world with some of the best art in the world. The land of Pablo Picasso, Antoni Tapies, Manolo Valdes and Joan Miro!” Nora, clearly, was elated to be on their honeymoon. Matty and her had thrown around ideas for the trip for a full 3 months before making a decision: Rome, Paris, Greece, Australia, Japan, Amalfi Coast, Ireland, Miami… until they landed on Spain. It then took another two weeks to narrow that down to Barcelona and come up with an itinerary and to-do list. La Sagrada Familia, Park Guell, The Picasso Museum, La Boqueria all being Nora’s picks. Matty decided on a sunset walk on La Rambla, the aforementioned Fundacio Joan Miro, Parc de la Ciutadella, and going to see a FC Barcelona game at Camp Nou. At every art museum, Matty would make the comment that Nora’s art was leagues better while she wandered around in awe - it never failed to make her giggle and blush.

The pair had been running around for a week or so now, Matty taking every opportunity to photograph Nora at their various stops and compliment her outfits and hype her up a bit. His favorite of these photos was taken at a secluded quiet beach they had found one afternoon, and it was like something out of Baywatch. Nora, in all her bikini-clad glory coming out of the crystal blue water. He thought his heart stopped at that moment and almost dialed for an ambulance. How was he this lucky? Not even in his dreams did he imagine this perfect of a wife, of a vacation, of a life. He was brought back to reality by her waving a hand in front of his face and giggling at him. “Like the bathing suit, Handsome?”

“O-oh god yes, Honey. You look positively drool-worthy in it.” He stuttered.

They took another dip in the water, dried off and changed into their walking clothes. She had gotten the most beautiful white sundress for the trip, lacey and delicate. Matty was in his summer uniform of a tee shirt, some sort of dress pants or jeans and sneakers. He currently was wearing Nora’s favorite of his to steal: it was a white shirt that had “I’m a little devil from Niagara Falls, Canada” written across the chest with a little cartoon. It had been put through the wash so many times now that the collar was starting to get loose and holes dotted the hems. The comforting shirt also allowed for his arm tattoos to be out on display, Nora was going a bit insane ogling them as they walked holding hands. Deciding they both needed to cool down a bit after being in the blazing spanish sun all day, they stopped for some shaved ice and coconut water.

That night for dinner, they went to a tapas bar and drank red wine like it was water. They sat in a quiet corner of the restaurant and giggled away as they recalled the early days of the relationship and their trips to London and New York to visit each other - always greeting the other with a ridiculous sign and flowers at the arrivals gate. The band in the bar was playing some Pete Rodriguez and basa nova as the two spent what felt like an eternity talking.

“You know, I have that Mets hat framed somewhere in storage from your first trip to London… kept it all these years later.” He confesses bashfully, half drunk.

“Well, good thing I still buy that candle from the time you came to New York for my birthday.” She reciprocates. The idea of the other keeping mementos of each other and their early love is enough to make them cry.

“Okay, before we get too emotional here, wanna go back to the hotel, Handsome?”

“I’d love nothing more, Honey.”

When they stumble back into their room, Nora runs for the closet where she was keeping his surprise wedding present. Matty was fixing them both glasses of kalimochos - red wine and coke from when they met, still being their drink of choice.

She grabs the guitar case and walks back to the small suite’s living room. “My love, come here for a minute… got something for you!” Nora’s voice rings as she calls him over.

“One second, Darling… just gotta grab something as well.” A devious giggle follows. He walks to their bedroom and grabs a neatly folded printed receipt from the side table.

“Alright, buttercup… let’s see what you’ve got.” She unsuccessfully hides the guitar case behind her back and giggles when she pulls it from him as he makes a reach for it. “C’mon don’t tease, baby. Lemme see what you’ve got in that… I wonder what it could be.” His eyes glimmer in the light and a smirk falls on his stupidly perfect lips.

“Here you go, baby… Had the hotel people drop it off while we were at the beach earlier.” She holds out the case and he gives her a wink as he grabs it. Opening it quickly, his face drops. Within it is a beautiful black Spanish guitar with cowboys sitting around a fire carved into it and “Singin’ Cowboys” engraved and covered with red paint. Matty’s heart stops and his eyes mist over. It is the most stunning, well-crafted instrument he’s ever held in his own hands. He takes it out and begins to play the start of “Iris” by The Goo Goo Dolls and his stomach sinks - it sounds even prettier than he could’ve imagined.

“My love… this is the greatest gift anyones ever gotten me. I love it so much, gonna treasure it for the rest of my life. I love you, baby… so so much.” He tells her as he looks up at the angel before him. How could she possibly be real? He wipes some tears from his eyes and kisses her with such tenderness and warmth that it takes her back a bit and knocks the wind out of her. When they disconnect for air, she holds his face for a moment before kissing his forehead. “My sweet boy.” She whispers.

“My sweet girl.” He kisses her nose and taps it quickly. “Now, beloved, here is yours. I couldn’t physically get it here because it’s being shipped to New York currently, but I made sure to print out the order and a copy of it to give to you while we were here.” He nervously twists his rings around his finger… a habit he’s picked up since their New York wedding months ago.

“Oh, please Matty you didn’t have - oh holy shit… is- is this real?” She quickly asks, reading the paper over and over again to verify its real. An authentic Antoni Tàpies, one she’s always dreamt of since she learned about Spanish art in high school. She must’ve told Matty a hundred times about the art in Barcelona and all her favorite artists in Spain.

“Very real, baby… Hopefully you like that specific piece. I thought it had a cool energy to it and matched some of your work. What with the the hands and semi-heart above them.. Plus it’s from the 60s which I remember you always saying was one of your favorite decades in art!” He scratches the back of his neck as he rambles and tries to remember what she’s told him over the years and the information the seller gave him.

“Matty… Les Mains is one of my favorite pieces of art like ever… You’re insane oh my god! I love you and thank you thank you thank you, Handsome!!” She runs into his arms, still clutching the piece of paper in her hand. She knocks him back at first from the force of the hug, but quickly his arms wrap around her waist and he kisses her head.

“Love you too, baby. Can’t believe I am lucky enough to spoil you for the rest of my life and have you forever.”

“Me neither, Handsome.. and for the record, having you as my husband is the greatest gift I will ever receive.”

“Couldn’t agree more, Wife.” He kisses her again and in that moment it feels like time and the world ceases to exist. Just him and Nora in Barcelona… husband and wife.

[theprinceofmarvel]

Jennifer Walters Headcanons

please know that this is all fluff,very minor angst!

Keep in mind you’ve been with Jenn since y’all met at a coffee shop when she was cramming for finals at law school. You just so happened to always be there when she needed caffeine. (I love a meet cute leave me be)

Angst?

The was only ever one bump in the road and that was when she went missing for 2 weeks. She didn’t tell you anything at all. You just knew she was with her cousin Bruce and they were on their way to her parent’s house for dinner. It drove you mad. You were so angry and frustrated with her when she came back home. “JENNIFER SUSAN WALTERS! WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU!?” She flinched at the sound of her full name. Ruh roh. At this point you were in tears and finished off with “I called your parents and you weren’t there. I thought you were missing or dead. I love you Jenn, but you need to tell me about these things. I don’t care where you go because my heart will always follow. I’d appreciate it if you just gave me a heads-up about a change of plans, okay?” You were both crying and there was a lot of hugging and kisses. Jennifer was still afraid to hurt you though.

The day you found out was the day she fought Titania while presenting a case. She didn’t know you were waiting outside of the courtroom for her. You had wanted to surprise her with lunch at her favorite cafe. When you heard the crash you ran in and tried to find her. When you didn’t, you felt your heart rate pick up. Where could she be? When your eyes met with green they slowly became the hazel you know and love. She slowly moved towards you only for you to step back. “So this is what you kept from me?” She didn’t know how to respond. She just wanted to protect you. “We’ll talk when you come home. I need to think for a minute. I love you.” And you walked out. She knew she was in the dog house the moment she saw you in your shared apartment with your hands on your hips. At least you weren’t upset for long after she explained everything.

Fluff!

Jennifer Walters loves you just as much as you love her. The thought of you literally keeps her from hulking out most of the time. If she’s already in hulk form and can’t go back to your Jenn you just need to hold her hand. She’s a puddle of love and adoration as she shrinks down to Jennifer size.

She loves waking up and seeing you next to her and having your arms around her. She feels so safe and comforted. Jennifer hates having to work so early in the morning because she misses you so much all the time. It may seem a little codependent, but she adores you and wants you all the freaking time.

You own a bar, so you’re your own boss. That must be heckin nice,huh? Since you have a bit of free time you make different dishes for Jenn to try when she comes home. She loves that you work, but the sight of you cooking for her makes her heart flutter. She loves you so fucking much. You care for her well being and remind her to eat and drink water. Sometimes you cook together because Jenn wants to learn, but doesn’t know where to start. So you’ll stand behind her and guide her while you wrap your arms around her waist and rest your chin on her shoulder. Every time she does something right without guidance earns her a kiss along her neck. Her knees buckle a bit whenever you do that.

WEEKEND CLEANING! I cannot stress this enough. She loves days like this. You don’t DEEP clean unless it’s a holiday, special event, or spring cleaning. Y’all just clean together. Wash dishes together, clean the windows, and mirrors. (Think of that scene from up where they’re fixing up their house) Just two humans in love and enjoying each other’s company.

This is all I have for now. Enjoy Jennifer Walters fans <3

[espytalks]

i hope y’all are doin well. also like. good luck not getting sick. really crossing my fingers on that one.

[forever-rogue]

If you're looking for Bucky requests, may I perhaps request something to do with Dad!Bucky? Like maybe he's surprised on how much his kid (I always see him with a daughter but that's just me) grabs onto his metal hand when they're walking or just gravitates towards it more than his flesh hand and he's always throwing major heart eyes whenever the child does this. 🥺

A/N: Dad!Bucky? Please I’m so heckin’ soft right now - no one touch me 🥺

Pairing: n/a

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none

BUCKY MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

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"Daddy!" Bucky was pulled back into reality as he looked up from the ground. A small flock of pigeons had gathered around him as he fed them some seed. They were cooing and chirping happily at him and in some ways had become steadfast friends over the years. But when he looked up and found his daughter grinning and waving at him, his entire heart melted, "daddy! Come and catch me!"

Sofia displayed a gap-toothed grin,  her dark curls windswept and blue eyes wide and excited. She was his little clone in almost every single way. You'd told him that since the day she was born and, almost as if you had a sixth sense, you'd insisted that she would cling to him like glue. You'd been right. Very right.

He couldn’t help but grin as he watched her running around, attempting to catch some butterflies as Falcon, the beloved family dog, followed closely behind. You’d had him since before she was born and they were thick as thieves.  Quickly pulling out his phone, he made sure to snap a few photos of them to send to you before getting up and chasing after her. He was on solo-father duties today as you had a few things for work you had to attend to that day.

Of all the things in the world Bucky thought he would ever have, a family of his own was never one of them.

But as he ran after his daughter, making quick work of catching up to her little legs, and swooped her up in his arms, a wave of peace and calm washed over him. She squealed in delight as she tried to squirm out of his arms, Falcon barking happily at the two of them.

“I’ve got you, little monster,” he peppered gentle kisses over her face as she giggled and attempted to wrap her small arms around his neck, “so easily defeated, little one. One day you’ll be strong enough to fight me off.”

“I don’t want to, daddy,” she insisted as she snuggled against his chest, “I like when you hold me. Besides, my legs are getting tired.”

A lump welled up in his throat at her little declaration; in some ways he wished that Sofia would stay this young and carefree forever. But in others, he couldn’t wait for her to grow up and reach different milestones that he could help her grow through. He still struggled, here and there, with the idea that he was actually good and hoped in some ways that raising her would give him the chance to prove to the world he could do good. Perhaps it would prove it more to himself than anyone else, but that was beside the point. He just wanted to be a good father, just as he worked to be a good husband.

He already was - the best ever - you had consistently told him such. Nothing you’d ever done that had shown him otherwise. It was something he still found to be a miracle at times.

“That’s what happens when you’re a shrimp,” he laughed softly as he kissed the top of her head, “one day, you’ll be tall and running over me. But that’s a long time from now - want to get ice cream before we go home?”

“Yes,” she grinned and looked at him with wide, ocean blue eyes, “mommy said no ice cream though...she said I had too much when I went to Uncle Sam’s the other day.”

“Mommy isn’t here right now,” he put a finger up to his lips and whispered softly, “it’ll be our little secret, okay?”

“I thought secrets were bad, daddy!”

“Only when they hurt other people,” he slowly set her back down and smoothed out her wild curls, “we don’t keep important secrets to ourselves and we don’t do anything to hurt others, yes?”

“Yes!”

“Exactly - and us getting ice cream doesn’t hurt anyone,” he reminded her as the little girl nodded eagerly, “we’ll make sure to brush your teeth extra well and then we’ll bring some home for mommy too. She can’t be mad then, right?”

“She loves ice cream too,” Sofia insisted as Bucky laughed, “we can all get ice cream! Falcon too!”

“Maybe not Falcon,” Bucky into his jacket pocket and fished out Falcon’s leash before clipping it onto his collar, “he can’t eat the same food as us, baby. But we can stop and get him a special treat too at the pet store. We can do that first, get our ice cream, and walk home. Mommy should be back by then too.”

“Okay daddy,” as soon as he straightened back up, he held out his hand to her, expecting that she’d gravitate towards the warmth and gentleness his normal hand offered her. Instead, she reached for the black and gold vibranium of his left side and clung onto it without reservation. She held onto him as tightly as possible, giving him an expectant look with a happy smile.

In some ways, he shouldn’t have been surprised at all. She’d never, even as a baby or toddler, had shown any fear or hesitation when it came to his vibranium arm. When she was tiny, even smaller than she was now, she didn’t understand the difference. She just knew that daddy has a different arm, but she’s never questioned it or made any sort of situation out of it. Even when people would stare, whether they knew of his past or not, Sofia was never phased. In turn, it gave Bucky the confidence not to care either.

You’d started the process of slowly helping to get him comfortable with being who he was, not hiding from the world, and the small girl had aided as well. These days he was able to go out without fear or worry about how he looked. He wasn’t anyone or anything he was just...Bucky. Bucky the husband, Bucky the father, occasionally Bucky the sidekick to Capitan America. And it felt good. For once in his long life, he was just a normal man.

And frankly, that was all he had ever wanted. What a thought - the man that had been through hell and back, several times, and all he wanted was a quiet and peaceful life. It had been a long time coming, but now that he had it, he didn’t plan on ever letting it go.

“Daddy?” Sofia asked softly as she started walking and noticed he wasn’t coming, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he promised softly. Bucky squeezed her hand gently before taking a step forward with her and Falcon quickly matching his stride, “Sofia?”

“Yes?”

“How come you never ask about my arm?” if he didn’t ask, curiosity would kill the cat. Typical Bucky Barnes, he knew you would say, asking a mere child for an explanation of something much more complex than anyone of her age would understand.

“Your arm?” her little brows knitted together as she looked up and gave him a confused look.

“You have to have noticed it’s different,” he shrugged as they walked out of the park, “it’s metal - vibranium - no one else has one like it.”

“That’s okay, daddy,” she stopped and quickly turned his hand over in hers, tracing over the palm gently, “it’s pretty. And it’s okay to be different! Mommy always says that and you do too. It doesn’t matter what anyone looks like, as long as they have good hearts. Right? If you’re kind and nice, nothing else matters!”

“Yes,” he felt himself getting choked up again as she started to race along the sidewalk, attempting to pull him with her. Sage wisdom from a five-year-old, “you’re absolutely right. I love you, little monster.”

“I know! I love you too, daddy,” she grinned, “now hurry up before they run out of all the good ice cream!”

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[keimisan]

↪ face masks and gels- rin. haitani

- in which rindou is too petty to admit it.

pairing: rindou x fem!reader

warning(s): makeout? kinda, fluff mostly, it's canon that rindou is petty, it's canon that rindou is a grumpy smurf

“come on, lean back!”

rindou didn’t know why or how he agreed when you asked him if he’d like to freshen up. as innocent as it sounded, freshening up wasn’t the traditional, completely self-indulgent act of splashing water on your face and calling it a day, not at all. absolutely not when you were sitting him on an inclined back plush chair and mixing avocados and strawberry syrup with a damn tablet.

the mixer literally looked like a barbie toy to him, unequivocally useless to the view. but he was genuinely surprised when he saw that it actually worked; and that you actually flapped your sweater paws with joy when the concoction stilled. you poured the liquid on a mold, spreading and putting it in the mini freezer you’d gotten specially for these masks. expensive spending n your stead but rindou didn’t understand hot girl self-spoiling anyway.

whatever made you happy, he didn't really care.

and then rindou’s neck-hair rises up when you smear a cold substance on his face, spreading it across his cheeks with the softest of touch, “did you cleanse your face or did you just water-wash it, rin?”

while it did feel restful, rindou sighed dramatically at your doubts, “i used the exact facewash you gave me,” he replies, albeit grumpily.

your giggles resound the room when you childishly boop his nose, earning a scrunch back from the boy laid underneath, “it’s an exfoliating cream, bet you’ve never exfoliated your face.”

“this world is new to me.”

after a good while of you carefully preparing him for the final act, making sure that his skin is perfectly prepped and moist, you head out for the mask in the freezer.

you’d admit, rindou has patiently sat through the entire process with his eyes closed, probably partially asleep too- much contradictory to his defiant demeanor. but it’s when you remind him how long he’d sat and thank him for it, he lets go of that composure and sighs heavily- and dramatically.

“why did i even agree?” rindou laments, slapping a hand on his forehead as he watches solemnly when you bring out the ‘facemask’ from the freezer. he almost sneers on impulse, being his usually grumbling self, but your giddy steps and the nonchalant sway of your hips permit a little gratification to his agitation-stricken nerves.

well at least you were happy with whatever you were doing, heckins to his face, perhaps.

“heyyyy, don’t touch the skin, i prepped it you know.”

“it was supposed to be, no, it is my face.”

“now don’t be so petty, you said yes tough guy.”

“everyone makes mistakes," rindou snickers, but submits to you anyway.

with that being his last word, you set the translucent mask on his face, beginning to soothe it out with a face roller, “close your eyes,” you say.

rindou can’t but admit that the lax and cold press against his face along with your gentle hands treating his cheekbones like a fragile jewel did feel good; it felt appeasing enough that he could drowse off listening to the summer girl piano music in the back. and you were rather skillful at it, with your proficient caress that almost felt like a paid-massage session.

but then again, rindou haitani is too petty to admit it.

“feels nice?”

he hears you ask as you withdraw your hands from him and rindou doesn’t say anything but simply shrugs, though internally, he already reminisced your warm hands easing out the coldness of the mask, even for a second. when after two solid minutes he finds no trace of your figure behind the chair, or even the subtle feel of your dancing hips, he wonders where you’d went with the nice marble roller.

you’d told him not to open his eyes, but not like he’s one to listen; so he, as discreetly as possible, cracks one eye open- which immediately gets shut again with the press of your two fingers, and your small voice that tells him to, “nuh uh.”

“dammit.”

like that, the rindou haitani no one’s been able to tame sits on a slanted chair for twenty minutes straight, completely relaxed, with a strawberry-scented avocado mask moisturizing his face and a cucumber pigmented eye mask forcing his lids shut. though he’d adamantly denied it, you knew he liked your face therapy by how his breathing relaxed every time you dragged the smooth marble across his skin, or how the omnipresent creases of his brows turned into a forgone memory when you massaged his face with nimble touch.

you knew the very ruthless, slapdash and belligerence expertise younger haitani certainly had soft spots; starting from you who’d been one of the only people to witness his many sides, to his annoying brother, to the pencil that got him better grades and to your shenanigans you’d named as relaxing sessions. he didn’t dislike it, of course, he didn’t when your sunlight radiated off to him like a virus, when your cutesy frolicking had him mushed; heck, he’d even choose his favorite academic subject if that’s what you asked- he’s glad you didn’t.

past twenty minutes, “it’s done!” you announce, now slowly peeling the mask from his damp face.

your eyes are literally shining as you do so, spotted with unparalleled satisfaction as you look at the now glistening skin, all of it the result of your hard work. rindou pretends to blow a raspberry but you see the little smile on him when you twirl around to keep the used mask on the table, cast to trash.

he instantly picks himself, attempting to get up from the chair, “yes finally done.”

but he's pushed back with your hand slanting him against the chair yet again, your head shaking as a no, “nope, we’re done with the mask, not with you.”

“the fuck?”

you chuckle at him, bringing out a reddish lip-shaped solidified gel from rindou didn’t know where- and gently set it down on his lips. then you apply pressure against the satiny curvatures to properly settle the mask.

rindou didn’t know if he’d been shut up by a gel mask or if you took too much fun in indirectly sealing his lips to muteness. nonetheless, he’s now forced to watch as you flitter and whirl in front of him, the impromptu tropical playlist now the cardinal of your attention.

it’s exactly after three songs do you whip to look at him, with crossed arms and a pissed look on his face. rindou supposes this mask too, had reached its time when your dancing comes to a halt. and much preferably, your attention too, switches back to his suffering self.

you clap your hands, saying times up! and rindou releases a breath he didn’t know he’d held. you peel the pinkish gel from his lips, the skin now too nourished and too provocative for you to ignore. you’d done a great job honestly. his skin felt as silky as velvet and looked as good as a baby’s and his lips- plump and fresh from the nourishing gel.

so you succumb to your urges and press a kiss to his freshly hydrated lips, tasting the humid flavor of strawberry from the mask, “now we’re done with you.”

but rindou can’t let you slip away with what you’d just done, not at all. how dare you catch him off guard like that, now you’ve got to suffer the consequences.

rindou hoists at your wrist, pulling you in between his legs with one swift move, a smirk adorning the lips you’d spent so much time on, “but i’m not done with you.”

with that, he encases your lips in his, gently tugging at your lower lips as he pulls you closer. in a minute, it turns into a series of soft pecks against your lips. sometimes a few smiles came in between, a few unreciprocated trials of pushing him away while he just grinned and tightened his hold on your waist, a few protests because as much as you loved getting showered by the rather timid boy like this, rindou was showing no sign of stopping; and sometimes a few breaths mingling with his own, gasping for the sole purpose of being able to kiss again- which he does, rather voluntarily.

you slap a palm on his lips as he leans in to initiate another kiss, asking, “but seriously, it felt refreshing right?”

rindou pretends to think, his pupils moving to corner of his eyes, “i guess.”

“say thanks.”

“anything for you, stubborn woman.”

“no, rin!”

rindou is still too petty to admit it.

prayer circle that this beats shinichiro

[authorofemotion]

Allow me to be near You

I have not done something like this since January with my series of songs based on The Great Divorce but once again God ambushed me and made me spend several hours on this out of nowhere. I am a begrudging participant.

This is a prayer I wrote put to music (aka i’m singing it). It’s the only prayer I have ever ever shared with more than one person, but God keeps calling me back to it to give it to others. So could I ask a favor of my Christian mutuals? Could you stop, for just a couple minutes, and pray this with me?

here is the music (linked so I don’t do a face reveal to ALL my followers)

and here is the original non-musical prayer if you prefer that!

O Lover,

Allow me to be near You, to be near the horrible acts inflicted on You. Allow me to kiss Your Face, stained with inexpressible pain. Let my lips linger with the taste of copper and salt—metallic, a weapon in its own rite.

Allow me to be near You, to wash myself in Your Wounds. To catch to Water from Your Side in cupped hands, for I have no chalice. Allow me to cradle Your Body as it’s broken and emptied. Allow me to wet Your Head with my tears and the tears of Your faithful.

O, but have flowers grown where Your Blood hit the ground! Your Blood has touched me too, Lamb, deeper.

O, but my heart quivers and trembles in Your Presence! I am a fragile bird, wings clipped and voice hoarse and frayed from my imprisonment.

Allow me to be near You, Lord! The earth will die no longer, but it will live! Allow me to sing You a song that will not wear my throat. Allow me to make You a robe that will not be torn off.

For You are my everything. Allow me to treat You as such, when Your enemies scorn You as nothing. My heart breaks with it, but without Your allowance, I do not know how to make You my Lord.

Allow me, Beloved! Allow me!

(very sorry gnashing my teeth etc but I am tagging my Christian mutuals in this— @bookdragon1811 @turtleduck-enthusiast @silverpaintedstars @kanerallels @accidental-spice @heckin-music-dork @avatardoggo @ladygobpire @holbytlanna @tessathecaffeinatedbutterfly @distance-does-not-matter @kazoosandfannypacks @intothelionsden @i-am-a-stupid-robot @babsbabbles @the-permanent-blur @i-am-a-freg *hides*)

[hey-sherry]

Picking out the new stuff from the Kickstarter page!

The Awakened is set a few years after the events of our latest game, Sherlock Holmes Chapter One. Holmes and Watson are merely roommates renting a flat at 221B Baker street. It’s the events of this adventure that will turn them into the iconic crime-solving duo of best friends, and it’s the only story that Watson will never reveal to the public - the world will be better off being ignorant of what really transpired. 

WHEN I TELL YOU I SNORTED AT THE “MERELY ROOMMATES” LINE

[...] we are rewriting the story to be a direct continuation of our young Sherlock history, diving into the key events in his formative years that could have led him to become the flawed and broken genius we all know so well.

So he will be McLosing It and I CANNOT WAIIITTT

We are also treating this game as the first real case Sherlock undertakes with Watson and making story changes to be more reflective of how such a harrowing endeavor could bring them closer together.  Put simply, this is not a just remaster. It is a full-scale remake where the only assets from the original game we are using are the general case plots. 

Awesome! + removes my worry that we’d get a repeat of the 2006 asylum level...

Along the way, you’ll encounter gruesome details about the cult and truths that no mortal should ever be privy to. Sherlock's involvement in this investigation will begin to test and break his mind. 

EHEHEHEEE YES

Another key feature that will make a comeback is the Deduction Board \ Mind Palace. It will allow you to piece your evidence together to reveal the possible motives and whereabouts of your next suspect or clue. The chaotic feel and design of the Deduction Board will reflect Sherlock's decaying mental state, as seen below. Afterall, it’s hard to piece your thoughts when you’re losing your mind.

That looks heckin’ cool! Sherlock losing his mind yes please

The insanity puzzles are based on two main pillars: Lovecraftian atmosphere of hopelessness and fear of the unknown as well as otherworldly environments. Solving those puzzles will require experimentation and outside-of-the-box thinking. 

I really missed puzzles in SHCO so this sounds really really good!

Sherlock’s appearance will mirror his mental state - the more it deteriorates, the more exhausted and raggedy he will look. 

Ah heck, now I have to play well and use my noggin’ to have him shave?? Boooo! :P

We have decided to go with a semi-open world structure because of the war. These are extreme circumstances and we simply cannot afford to get dragged into the whirlpool of design and optimization problems tied to open-world maps. Shifting to a semi-open-world approach will help us focus on a tighter narrative and gameplay mechanics. 

The circumstances are unfortunate but I love this change! The open world was a weak point in SHCO, not only because it was so empty, but because of the really bad framerates and how washed out the lighting looked. The game was stellar in closed off areas, though. Semi-open world solves all of these problems.

The Awakened is being built on our established principle of creating gameplay that has as little hand-holding as possible. In short, the game will never blatantly tell you what to do next. 

Loves it <3

[checkurselfb4umachuwreckurself]

YUUGO

DON’T EAT FOOD WHEN WEARING GLOVES

THAT’S SO FUCKING GROSS

[cherriesradio]

Poly! SFW alphabet Sero + Denki !!

Credit for the template to @the-coldest-goodbye !!

Warnings: slight angst

Word Count: 1.7k

A = Affection

Sero isn’t TOO affectionate, he like giving you + Denki affection but doesn’t really love getting it himself :/ which is fine, but both of you wanna spoil him SO BAD

Denki is VERY affectionate!!! Whenever he’s walking by he’ll kiss the others cheek/shoulder, and he’ll hug them from behind when their cooking, hold both of your hands in public, unless one of you ask him not too

B = Best Friend

Sero was first friends with Denki but eventually you got into their friendship, and he adored you since the beginning. You were so funny and cute and even if you aren’t smart he doesn’t really care, he’s friends with Denki after all.

Denki was friends with you since you were kids but you transferred to UA in the middle of first year. He introduced you to Sero :) he loves doing “favors” as he puts them, like buy you snacks and will get anything you need from the store if he can afford it (will likely use his whole allowance on you two)

C = Cuddles

Again, Sero isn’t to into getting affection. He’s mostly the big spoon but if he’s feeling bad that day/night/afternoon he’ll ask if he can lay his head on you or Denki’s chest

Denki loves cuddles, at first he would accidentally shock you two because he got to excited. Is often in the middle of all three of you are cuddling. All three of you mostly cuddle at night, most other times it’s just you and Denki, sometimes while Sero does work and play music in the background :)

D = Domestic

Sero cooks the most cause he’s the only one who wasn’t scared to cook with Bakugo. He’s not near as good as him but he can still cook. He hates cleaning but will remind you and Denki when you clean the apartment.

Denki doesn’t mind clean but HATES washing the dishes. If it’s his turn he just shoved everything in the dishwasher that barely works because he broke it ten times and tried (his best) to fix it.

E = Ending

Sero, if he broke it off, would break it off really gently. He would be really nervous and you both would try to hold his hand but he would shake them off, softly mutter “I’m not happy like this anymore.”

Denki would be overwhelmed. He would be fidgety most of the day, he’s the type who gets so comfortable he can’t imagine leaving. So he just keeps it in till you two start noticing that he’s fidgety and nervous a lot and then finally tells you two.

F = Fiancé’s

Sero isn’t very sure. He’s scared of commitment but in the end realizes that he wants to be with you two for his whole life, and that he is a better person because of you both.

Since the start Denki wanted to marry you both, but he thought of it as teenage bliss. But once you were out of college and hero’s, and you were still together, he brought up marriage.

G = Gentle

Sero is often gentle. He can play around really wild but at home when it’s chill he’s really soft and sleepy often times. But he does admit that he once gave Denki a bruise from playing to hard-

Denki is capable of being gentle. If he’s cuddling or comforting one of you, he’s really gentle and soft spoken. But other times he’ll poke your sides and zap you, or play wrestle.

H = Hugs

Even if he’s not too into affection, he’s really good at it. He does that thing where he wraps his arm around your middle and then the other is sat on your head, probably accidentally pushing you into his neck.

Denki loves to pick you two up and spin you around when he’s excited!!! When he’s a little more ~chillax~ he’ll pick you up wrap your legs around his waist and wzhrdkkeasjpifvfwqwonf

I = “I love you two.”

Tbh Sero said dropped L-bombs even when you were just friends. A lot of the time when you made him laugh is would get out and a few years into the relationship he admits that he meant it almost everytime

Denki says it pretty early into the relationship. Not like “we’ve gone on three dates and I’m in love with you” kinda thing but a about two months in he says he thinks he’s in love. You and Sero say that your not sure if your ready to sya it yet, and he’s completely okay with it.

J = Jealous

Neither of them get jealous of each other. There have been times before you all got together when they would get a little mad at other people for checking you out (and you would too lol) and start getting extra clingy but besides that their chill.

K = Kisses

Sero is the one more into on-the-mouth kisses. By that I’m not saying he needs them constantly, I’m saying he likes them more then Denki. He often uses quick pecks as hellos and longing, “you probably lay in bed tonight TJ knowing of it” kisses. If he’s bored he does those Spider-Man kisses, and if your a little to far he’ll use his tape to pull you over.

Denki isn’t as into on-the-mouth kisses. When you were only friends you had a inside joke where he would kiss both of your hands when greeting you both. As I said before he likes kissing your cheeks and foreheads, ADORES the “getting both cheek kissed at the same time” kisses!!!

L = Little Ones

They both LOVE Gravity Falls. There are way to many times they babysat Eri and either played Gravity Falls or sung the karaoke song. Basically their only experiences with kids is Eri???

M = Mornings

Denki and Sero and total bed heads and refuse to get out of bed before like, 9:59. You usually get up before them and make them both coffee, and I love the idea of getting sticky notes and labeling their mugs, a doodling on them. Like with Denki it would be little lightning bolts and with Sero it would be flex tape.

N = Nights

All of you go to bed at a pretty normal time, around 10 or 11, but… Denki. Denki is for sure the type who will not fall asleep in like ten minutes and then would get on his phones cause he “can’t sleep” and wake you and Sero up.

O = Opening up

When you were just friends you all got pretty close. You and Sero knew about Denkis ADHD, you and Denki knew about Sero’s insecurities about his quirk, they knew your past.

But when it turned romantic and even closer is when they really got how every felt, starts ranting for hours about how they felt and how it affects them now.

P = Patience

Neither of them get angry that easy, even if you do something that would upset them they end up thinking it’s a joke :/

Which does become a problem, but you all put effort into talking to each other about problems.

Q = Quizzes

Sero remembers really little things - like what your favorite emoji is and your favorite pop tart flavors - but it’s hard for him to remember bigger stuff like… your parents names :-/

Denki is the opposite. He’ll remember if you like the same thing, but it’s easier for him to remember stuff if you mention it more. Like, around you birthday Sero would remind him every day “hey Y/n’s birthday is in a few days.” So he would remember.

R = Remember

One of your favorite memories is going to this ice cream shop. It’s not like it was the specialist place or gloriously beautiful, but it shows your dynamic well. Denki kept poking you and zapping, and Sero pulled so many jokes and puns. You giggled and then showered them in attention as soon as you got home.

S = Security

Sero is pretty good at protecting you. If he feels a threat, he’ll just wrap his arm around your waist and hold his other arm to where you can clearly recognize him as a hero.

Denki is VERY protective. Because of his ADHD (a headcanon), he once hyper-fixated on how many people get robbed and how many girls get raped and how many poc get killed out on the streets. He used to be more worried about himself but now he gets really scared for you and Sero.

T = Try

Sero usually makes casual dates. Like quick walk before work, or a home cooked dinner. But sometimes he’ll plan out big dates for holidays and anniversaries.

He makes the weirdest excuses for planning big dates. “Its national national cream puff day we need to go to the fancy restaurant down the road and get some.”

U = Ugly

DENKI USES SO MUCH TEXT SPEAK I SWEAR

Sero always does his errands at rush hour???

They both where the ugliest shoes JUST to annoy you.

V = Vanity

Sero does not care to much for his looks. He used to be insecure about his looks as a teen but since then you and Denki shower him in compliments so all of the insecurities died away after a bit.

W = Whole

Sero wouldn’t. He’s become a better persona FB happier because of both of you. He can’t imagine losing you both. He has nightmares sometimes about you two dying or breaking up with him, and it’s breaks him.

Denki wouldn’t either. He thinks he would barely be able to function by himself without you two. He associates you both with his growth and how much you all have improved over the years.

X = Xtra

They randomly get obsessed with random things. One day you’ll come home to them trying to teach themselves the ukulele, or trying to bake but making a huge mess, or trying to code.

Y = Yuck

Sero hates pda. At least involving him. He doesn’t care if you and Denki heckin make out in public, just don’t do it in front of him.

Denki doesn’t like how much work you both have. He can make big hits and break off up to hundreds of people at once, so he didn’t have to stay at work to long. But you and Sero care a bit more than him (he still cares tho) and he hates just sitting at home alone.

Z = Zzzz

Denki stays up late a lot from staying on his phone, but if you and Sero really commit to ~cuddles~ than he’s willing.

Reblogs appreciated!!

[i-moved-blogs-ffs]

Aaa your blog is so cute and aesthetic and detailed!! I'm in love!!! And you like Kiibo?? Heckin' SCORE! I love it when people appreciate him! With that said, could I request Kiibo with a S/O who is very affectionate and romantic? (i.e very cuddly, planning dates and giving him gifts all the time, showering him with praise, always holding hands and giving him gentle kisses.) I just want him to feel loved and valid <3. Tysm and I'm looking forward to what you make in the future! :D -⚙️

HDHGDH MY HEART- I THINK I'M GONNA CRY YOU'RE SO SWEET- thank you so so much ⚙️ nonnie!! I've gotten a lot of requests/asks wishing me luck and complimenting my blog and I'm jUST AAAA💘💝💖💘💓💗💘💝💝💘💓 YOU GUYS ARE SO NICE-

And yeah, Kiibo's amazing!! He's one of the characters that got me into Danganronpa in the first place, actually! He's just,,, very very good and deserves the world,, 👉👈

Anyway, enough of my rambling- let's get started!

- 🌸🍭mod mikan🍭🌸

Kiibo with a super sweet and affectionate S/O!

FLUSTERED FLUSTERED FLUSTERED-

Like I think you're gonna break him- he's overheating so much when he's around you!

He probably gets Miu to upgrade his cooling systems to overdrive because the ones he had before just failed him all the time-

He gets a little worried whenever you hug or cuddle up to him. Won't you get hurt? His body is made of metal.

But you never seem go mind. He was your boyfriend, and you were gonna love and adore him, metal body or not!! He usually offers wearing something like an oversized hoodie or sweater, so his exterior would be softer to the touch, but you're like "no 😾 ur perfect without a hoodie now gimme kith 💕"

He gets so shy when you give him kisses, because he just never expects it. His brain just- blanks out for a few seconds and he feels the heat rising to his face.

Looooves forehead kisses. They make him feel safe. Like... There's something fluttering in the pit of his stomach.

He sometimes gets confused by these fluttery feelings, and his feelings in general, which is understandable.

However, he usually goes to Miu for help, because he feels too shy to talk about it with you. This can go two ways: him getting an actual answer or him having to turn to Google.

"what's a horny and why am i it???"

And not to be lewd but,,,, *whispers* h-h*nd h*lding😳

Absolutely loVES IT-

It feels so nice,, You're like- connected! With your hands! His body always warms up when you intertwine your fingers with his, or link your pinkies together.

It's very wholesome and sweet and he just goes "(>///<)👉👈"

He likes showing off his functions to you! No matter how useless they may seem, you always praise them!!

And he's so so happy and grateful that you do!

When you actually give HIM praise is where the party starts.

He pulls a Deku from bnha and lowkey freaks out. Covering his blushing face, nervously smiling, his voice raising a bit on accident as he tries to compliment you back.

That being said, he always makes an effort to return your affections! He wants to understand love as best as he can, and he's learned a lot from you.

He really just wants to impress you, and sweep you off your feet!

But little did he know, you're already whipped.

Aww man, these ended up being kinda short, huh? I'm sorry if you wanted something longer, dear!! I didn't really have that many ideas for this as of now.

Either way, be sure to wash your hands, stay hydrated, take any meds you may need to and stay safe, my lovelies! You were so brave, have a lollipop! 🍭

[choosingfreedom-a]

// first impression: ohmygodanothercoollookingroleplayerwhoistoocoolformeandprobablywon'tlookatmeeveromgsooutofmyleaguewhatdoidorunyesrunmaybetheywon'tsmellmyanxiety || current impression: OH MY GOD SUCH A WONDERFUL SWEETHEART AND OH MY GOD THEY SEE ME AND WE'RE MUTUALS AND THEY'RE SO NICE ASDFHBAHFBH *cries happy tears 5ever*

@belriseau || meme. || accepting.

aww, you are such a sweetheart!! trust me, i have never been too cool for anyone in my life, and i am definitely not too cool for you!! you and bel are both lovely and i’m excited to interact! 

[5-falsehoods-phonated]

For the WIP Ask Game :)

🗣️ 🤔 ☀️ 🎬 🎲

(or, if you've already answered any of these or have something you'd love to share that i didn't mention, ease consider this 🎉 as a wildcard to choose your own!)

Edu thank you!!! I always almost default yo calling you punk and i have to catch myself bc i dont know if thatd be insulting or not shcbdjdn

🗣 Share your favorite dialogue exchange.

^-^ one of my favorites because Roman deserves comfort:

“Wait you thought- honey. You know someone can offer to do things for you without it being sexual right? That i can offer to wash your hair and back because you looked exhausted and drained and i don't want you to hurt lifting your arms above your head?”

Roman fidgeted before looking up at him carefully.  “Um...no?”

Janus’ gaze softened as he put his hands up. “I'm offering no strings attached. I just want to make you feel a bit better, that's all. You can still say no, but i want you to realize that I'm definitely not just trying to get into your pants.”

🤔 Share a line where a character makes a decision.

Very out of context spoiler for the big bang I’m working on:

Remus looked over at where Logan was sleeping peacefully, for the first time in what Remus knew was a while. Ghosts, he supposed, weren’t like what you heard about in those stupid shows they used to laugh at. There was real pain there, a sorrow so deep he ached at the mere thought of it. There was no getting exorcised, no spells to recite or herbs to cleanse. There was just him. That’s all it had been for a long time now.

Setting his jaw, Remus stood up and made his way towards the bed.

☀️ Share a line with figurative language.

Here kinda? I couldn’t find a better example I have- a lot of stuff. Taken from The Dragon’s Tome  a wip I haven’t really talked about but that I really like:

 It only took a second of searching before his eyes snapped open, fists balled as he took a deep breath as an initial wave of upset threatened to knock him off his feet. There was an explanation for this. There would have to be.

His alarm system, put in place and undisturbed for years now, had been shut off.

🎬 Share the last line you’ve written.

From a collab I’m working on featuring Roman:

Twirling as he grabbed everything up he couldn’t help but smile wider in the mirror, squaring his shoulders and lifting his head with the confidence that had been imbued in him all his life.

Best foot forward indeed.

🎲 Using a method of your choosing, share a randomly-selected line.

Alright, I just closed my eyes and tapped around a bit until I had a wip selected and picked something that wasn’t shorthanded summary:

“Well- even if I can’t make you happy- or get you to laugh or smile when you need it- I’d still like to be here to support you in your sadness. I love you very much Patton, and that statement isn’t compromised if you’re depressed.” (Logan)

Using the wild card bc I found this gem searching through docs and heckin had to. Another one from The Dragon’s Tome:

“Name one time I’ve gotten distracted during an important heist!” (Roman is speaking)

“How many heists do you want me to believe you’ve gone on Baby Ride Along?” (Virgil)

“I’m the one that came up with this plan and how dare you insult me with Baby Driver- I’m not nearly straight enough to watch that!”

Snorting loudly, Virgil pushed past him and turned the knob, taking a breath before pushing the door open and peeking around to the inside. His eyes widened as he stepped fully inside, taking it all in in shock- had it been this way the last time he was here?

[lynxgriffin]

I'm going to college next week! Kind of excited but also super nervous. Do you have any advice about starting college?

Well, uhhhh. I feel like any advice I give is not gonna be super helpful right now, because I didn’t attend college in the middle of a global pandemic. Like, I absolutely get the desire for normalcy and hitting the cultural milestones when you were told you’d hit them! But also, it’s a global pandemic! My experiences a good number of years ago don’t apply very well to current circumstances! Like, normally I’d encourage you to find means of going out and meeting cool new folks because this is a chance to break from high school and really come into your own, but also I would not advise that now, because it’s a pandemic and schools should not even be open and aaagh!

That said! Like...I guess in the context of doing classes now and all? Honestly I found college way less stressful than high school. You don’t have to do keep track of so much at once, your schedule is not as tight and controlled, and depending on the courses you take, your workload is more manageable. The main difference is it’s up to you to do all that management, you can’t really rely as much on other adults to control it all for you. So you’ve got more freedom! But then also more personal responsibility. Which I guess is adulthood in general!

Otherwise, stuff I can think up off the top of my head:

Are you struggling with coursework? Ask the professor for help. Have a major life event come up and need to reschedule a test or presentation? Tell the professor. Seriously, they’re there to help, and a good professor will be understanding and flexible to different life stuff that comes up. 

Don’t cheat or plagiarize. Even if it’s just as a timesaver, even if it’s on something you don’t think matters. Trust me, professors always know. If they don’t say anything, it’s not because they don’t know, it’s because they don’t care. And if they do care, you can get in way more trouble for that in college than high school. Even if nothing immediately bad happens as a result, it’s bad habits to carry into the rest of life. You’re better off taking the grade hit than cheating, and more often than not cheating/plagiarizing saves you a lot less time than you’d think, anyway. 

Set early ground rules with any potential roommates on how you divide up space, how you handle cleaning, how you store food, etc. Always helps when you’re upfront about your needs and preferences, instead of expecting the other person to know exactly how you operate.

Do try and keep your space clean! It’s a pain in the butt to clean stuff, but it makes you feel so much better to work and live in a clean space. Get those habits set now! 

Start using a credit card now if you haven’t already so you can build credit, but do NOT trust it! It’s not free money, so don’t put yourself in debt! 

Don’t drink and drive! Seriously, please do not!! Get yourself a taxi or a DD or just stay where you are until you’re sober! Also you shouldn’t be going to a bar anyway because pandemic, but whenever it’s safe to do that again, still applies! 

You don’t need to give up any of your likes and hobbies now that you’re older! Embrace the things that you enjoy! Dig deeper into them! I guarantee that you’ll meet people who share your interests, and it’ll be heckin awesome!

Do NOT put dish soap in the dishwasher! DON’T DO IT!

Use BAKING SODA to put out a grease fire when cooking. Water or flour will make it worse. Baking soda will immediately snuff it out. 

Once it’s safe to travel again, if your college has an international learning program, do it! You get so much out of living and studying in another country! Good for the brain and the soul and your social life!!

While it’s still pandemic, please wear a mask, wash your hands, social distance, be courteous and stay safe and all that goodness!

Being nervous and excited at the same time is normal! College is an improvement over high school for a lot of people, and for good reason! Have fun, know that there’s lots of people to help you in whatever aspects of life you may need help with, and make new friends!!

[unwiltingblossom]

Mine, Mine, Mine (JuminxMC, Mysme)

Summary: Jumin Han indulges her every urge. Sometimes, that makes her terribly spoiled.

This is heckin explicit. You’ve been warned.

were you ever like “gee there’s a lot of unreasonably possessive sexytime Jumin getting jealous over the MC but there’s nothing in the reverse?”

say no more, fam

Mine, Mine, Mine    

Jumin Han is the last man that she should even possibly worry about straying from her.

There’s no reason for her to be jealous of anyone when he looked at the other women in his life - barring Assistant Kang - with barely concealed disdain. He's also simply too socially awkward to manage an affair even if he hit his head or gets drunk and suddenly decides he wanted to.

More than that, he gives her everything she can possibly want. Whenever she voices even a passing whim, whether or not she voices it intentionally, he immediately stops everything he's doing to try to please her.

Probably...it’s made her a bit spoiled.

It doesn’t bother him at all, and that doesn’t help her wicked indulgences and spoiled behavior. She never takes advantage of him, never asks for what she knows is too much from him, but she’d be lying if she claimed she's not still a bit spoiled, by his own design.

And so, when she sees a beautiful, glamorous woman standing too near to her husband, she can’t help the way jealousy flares up even despite all reason.

The woman is beautiful. Immaculate. Tarted up, an uncharitable part of her mind supplies. He is utterly unaffected, eyes devoid of any spark of even passing interest as she plastered herself all over him, arms gripping his, brazenly pressing his arm between prominently displayed breasts. She may well have not even been standing there for all he notices her. It's a credit to her determination that she forges onward despite that. He politely ignores her advances, instead talking animatedly about the business proposition that she’d approached him with in the first place. The woman is the daughter of some company head, and that company must be terribly sure they can get a better deal if they seduce the son of a noted womanizer. She must be so very secure in her wiles, thinking she can pry a married man out of his wife’s clutches in broad daylight.

It's all she can do not to leap at the woman from the doorway where she observes and just claw the woman’s face like some teenage girl in a comedy flick.

She doesn’t do it. But it's close.

Eventually, they come to some kind of agreement, and the woman reaches down to sign the paperwork in an awkward way designed to try to keep her cleavage plastered to his arm. When the woman throws a salacious wink at the director, she strikes. Not at the woman, fortunately. But it's close.

Instead, she pounces her husband, wrapping her arms around his other arm and tugging him firmly away from the harlot--woman. From the woman. She speaks in a voice that's too sweet as she drags her husband away (with a noted lack of resistance). “Oh, My Love~! There you are. Come with me now~”

Her husband stumbles over his words for a moment, and it's rather adorable. She lifts her chin, giving a little huff of pride, and makes sure to give the woman a look. A 'this is mine' look. If there's an unspoken 'bitch' punctuating that look, that just can't be helped.

She leads her husband out of the room by the hand, head held high. “Assistant Kang, won’t you finish up the paperwork with that lovely woman in there? My husband just had something important come up.”

Jaehee’s gaze flickers between their joined hands, their expressions, and then the woman in the room, before giving a soft sigh. “...I’ll shuffle around the meetings.”

Her husband’s voice is against her ear as they walked, deep and unfairly amused. “Are you jealous, my love?”

She glanced up at him over his shoulder, summoning a look that’s much too cute for her clearly unacceptable behavior. “Can’t I be?”

A smile altogether too sweet and loving for her being so inappropriate spreads across his lips, and his free hand reaches up to gently run along her jaw. “Please do. My wife should indulge herself completely.”

Oh, he spoils her too much.

Just, entirely too much.

It makes it that much harder to keep her cool and control on the impromptu ride home. That, and the fact that her dear husband has settled in close to her, arms curling around her, face in her neck. She'd feel guilty being even briefly jealous over a man so obviously devoted to her if she could think straight. If a woman exists who could think straight with Jumin Han kissing her neck, well...she wouldn't. She just wouldn't exist. She refuses to accept such a person can exist. The exotic and beautiful smell of his ludicrously expensive cologne fills her nose, the warmth of his lips and tongue spreads through her body to her heart, and that prickling, too-sweet, chemical smell of the other woman's perfume turns the warmth into a jealous burn that blooms violently in her chest. Her fingers card through his hair just roughly enough to earn the soft purrs from his throat that always result in answering gasps from her.

The ride to their house passes in a blur, with a mutual pawing at each other in the seat that's completely unbecoming of a couple their age. When they stumble out of the car, their clothes are more than disheveled, and her husband can't quite stand up straight. The sight of his blush and shortened pace cause a fresh blush to rush across her face and her heartbeat to speed up once more. His half-lidded gaze meets hers just outside the door, and for a moment she wonders if they'll even make it inside.

They do.

But it's only because she's so very determined to have her way - and he is, also, very determined to have her way.

He spoils her too much, but maybe in this case it's a good thing, as otherwise there'd undoubtedly be stories of the rich CEO in line having sex with his wife outside the door of their extravagant mansion.

She leads him by the hand through the house with a firm grip. As if he'll pull away otherwise. For the most part, from when they left the building to now he's been quiet, hardly passive, but more than willing to allow her to take control of the situation without question.

Once they get to the bed, he finally speaks once more, hand going to loosen his tie. "My love, what is it? Were you so perturbed by her? If you wish-"

"You're mine, aren't you?" She speaks over him, because if he finishes that question when she's feeling this selfish, she knows she'll ask for something that she doesn't mean, something that will interfere with his work, and he'll agree without a moment of hesitation. She knows herself, and more importantly she knows him. Her sweet, beloved, terribly devoted husband, who wishes only for her to put herself before everything else in life, even him. One of her hands place over his heart - racing as quickly as hers, despite his gentle expression - and the other presses to his cheek, a gesture he immediately responds to by nuzzling much like their cat would.

"Completely. Not an ounce of me is anything less than yours."

The honey in his voice, that unfiltered love and devotion, it can make her melt completely. It has in the past. It might do it again. She might physically just turn into a puddle. And...damn it, she wants to do something else first! No melting yet, no swooning from the wonderfully deep and sensual voice of her husband! Not this time! She's set her heels in to be selfish and stubborn, and if she's dragged him from work she's going to go through with it!

"Lay on the bed." Her commanding tone is ruined by the compulsive, softer "Please." that follows it.

The smile that unfurled on his face is like the breaking dawn, beautiful enough to take her breath away just looking at it, and when he leans down to scoop her up into another kiss, she loses complete track of what day, planet, or plane of existence she still occupies. Who knows if she's even still existing at all? She doesn't. It might last forever, that kiss, one of his arms wrapping around her to pull her close, the other gently cradling her head through her hair. It is a kiss they've both learned for each other. Their earliest kisses had been just a touch awkward, uncertain and inexperienced on both of their ends, and it had been practice with each other that perfected it, exactly to the way that drove the both of them the most crazy.

She might be swept away and satisfied by the hotness of his mouth on hers, the way she can feel him tremble with the very same love and desire that she feels coursing through her own veins. Any doubt she could have washes away in nothing more than a kiss. He needn't have answered her before, because the kiss tells her 'I am yours', as much as she tells him she is his with it, as much as any words could have.

But she is selfish.

She feels greedy.

Today she wants more.

So, she pries herself out of the wonderful kiss and pushes her lanky husband into the king sized bed they share. It takes him no time at all to move and make himself comfortable, laying on his back, dress shirt half unbuttoned, hair disheveled and lips shining, just slightly swollen from their kisses. He is a work of art that puts old masterpieces to shame. Something beautiful she never wants to share with the world. This side of him. The burning love and lust in his eyes as he watches her expectantly, the entirely human Juman Han she knows, without a trace of the cold and reserved 'robot' that people who know nothing about him accuse him of being. Only she ever wants to be able to see it.

She straddles him on the bed, still clothed, and gently pulls his arms up to the head of the bed. He calls her name gently, questioning, as she ties one wrist deftly with his tie and the other with a long and sturdy kerchief. There. He absolutely can break free if he wants to, but...the image of her dear husband tied to her bed, her prisoner for the moment, is good enough. And her dear husband is as quick to indulge her desires as ever.

She leans down to kiss his forehead, his nose, his lips. He chases after her futilely when she pulls away from him, and her finger trails along his jaw and throat, admiring the sensation of him swallowing under her fingertip. She speaks quietly, with a sultry tone that surprises even herself. "I need to leave more marks on you, so that no one will try to touch what's mine."

He groans her name as she leans down to kiss and bite down his exposed neck, and she can't help but enjoy the sight of his adam's apple bob before her eyes. Her lips encircle over it as it moves, and he twists bodily under her. Underneath her hands, she can feel the groan that ripples through his chest. it makes her purr and shiver in response. They've not really experimented that much, honestly. Most of their lovemaking is straightforward, falling into each other's embrace, loving every part of each other, every moment they can spend together.

But...

The sensation of her husband twisting beneath her, the labored breaths of his restraint, it does something that leaves her dizzy and feeling powerful.

Her fingers reach down to undo his buttons while she kisses down heated skin, murmurs out words against his racing heart. "After all...you're mine, aren't you? All of you. Your heart. Your body." Her tongue traces along the dips and curves of his chest, as her hands splay out to tug soft silk away from his form. A cry that's almost shrill tears from his throat as her teeth loosely encircle one dusky nipple, the tip of her tongue swirling along it. Ah, if only she'd done some studying before this. If she'd looked up some techniques, rather than impulsively decided to do this without warning, she's sure she could be much better at this. Leaving her darling the kind of whimpering mess she feels like he leaves her as would be a wonderful turn, wouldn't it?

Yet, this is all about herself for now. Just this time.

She can hear his voice rasp from above her, an affirmative that isn't truly necessary. "My heart..."

She wants to press herself into him. To mark him somehow, so that women who look at him know to stay back, that he's hers even when she's not standing nearby. Something more than just a physical mark like a ring, but an aura that simply pushes them all away.

"My soul-" or so he tries to say. She's bolder after the first, lips and teeth biting down teasingly, even tugging at the other nipple while he's speaking. It's a rather pleasant sound he makes, the way his low and rumbling voice melts into incoherence, a needy, almost confused sound she hasn't often heard from him.

Her teeth graze his belly button as her gaze turns up to look at him. Sweat beads across his forehead, face reddened, gaze fixated on her as his hands flex into fists. His lips part just slightly, as if he wishes to say something more, but has forgotten the words. It's a sight that sends a surge of want through her, and forces her to swallow down an undignified sound. "Even when you're away....I'm the only thing on your mind, isn't that right? You're all mine."

His voice is strained. "My love..." her hand palms over the painfully obvious erection still trapped by his perfectly tailored suit pants, and his words trail off into a tormented groan, head falling back into the pillow, veins in his neck bulging as he twists his whole body once more.

It only takes a moment more to undo those expensive pants and tug down his boxers, silk already stained with the beading pre at his tip. Even if she hadn't been able to tell through his pants, it's really no surprise to see just how stiffly her husband is already at attention. He's always extremely responsive to her, always seeking more from any of her loving touches the same as she seeks more from his. But from the current angle, him just barely managing to turn a hungry gaze back down to her, his face now obscured in her vision by his shaft, she can't help another little surge of power. Making her husband so undone so easily...he gives her too much power over him, honestly. She could abuse it at any time. Doesn't he realize she could be a beast, too, just as much as Zen claims her husband could be?

Slim fingers encircle the base of his length, slowly moving just to draw out that honey-thick moan, extracting it as slowly as her hand moves, filling her ears with the sound of his voice. "This, too." She presses her lips to the very tip of his manhood, pulling away teasingly the moment his hips jerk up to pursue her. He's spoken bashfully from time to time about 'unfair' thoughts he's had about her lips. She wonders, idly, if perhaps this is one of those scenarios or not. It goes without question that she'll indulge him in his fantasies as much as he indulges her, but he's never elaborated beyond the vague references when he's hot and bothered but can't do anything about it. Her hand grips him harder, pumping along hot flesh with determination, relishing in the groans, those desperate almost squeaking gasps as he struggles to form words of either protest or encouragement - she can't tell, because he never gets far enough along.

She bites her lip, drawing in a shaky breath. "I'm the only one that gets to see...to touch, and to use this." -other than him, her mind helpfully supplies, and she quickly tosses that thought aside - Not now, dammit! - Her lips encircle him, tongue curling along that hot flesh - smooth and soft skin thinly stretched over hard steel. His hips buck up against her with unusual urgency, and that pained cry that rips from her throat sounds anything but pleasurable. The bed creaks as his wrists strain automatically, and he gasps her name in such a strangled voice she can barely recognize it.

She hums around him as she moves, listening to that faintly wet sound pair with the panting, needy gasps of her husband. The springs on the bed squeak lightly with every urging buck of his hips into her mouth, and she firmly places her hands on that rather lovely pelvis of his, keeping them still. As if she's punishing him for something. As if to drive the point home that he's hers, that his body is hers, and that no other woman is allowed to touch him but her. The taste of him on her tongue causes a heady rush that makes her eyes flutter shut briefly, the short and choked moans punctuate faintly wet sounds as he lips and tongue glide with determined purpose.

It never takes particularly long for her lover to climax - something mutual between them, fortunately - but it's even more brief this time, comparatively. She can feel the way he tenses underneath her, the way his voice turns pleading, desperate and shrill - a lovely crack in his voice she likes to believe no one else knows is even possible from him. He's so hot in her mouth it almost burns. The head of the bed creaks dangerously, as if wood could splinter at any moment. His stomach twitches and flexes as he crunches and writhes, jerking hard enough to bounce lightly on their plush bed, her name is so tormented and sweet in her ear. He pulses inside her mouth, up against the flat of her tongue, hard enough to make his length flex and bounce against the roof of her tongue.

It's the only warning she gets before he bursts in her mouth, hot and salty, flooding her cheeks, making her struggle to swallow him down as ragged sobs wrench from his throat.

He's a panting and wheezing mess, her dear husband, face turned to partly bury himself in their pillow, what's still visible red and beaded with perspiration.

Has she seen him so completely wrecked before? It's hard to say, but it makes her heart clench and her thighs squeeze together at the same time.

Feeling rather like...a panther, a dangerous and powerful cat who's cornered her prey and has him right where she wants him, she slips back up along his body. Her fingers trail along his skin and she enjoys the twitching and flexing of his muscles wherever her nails lightly run.

When she leans down to capture his lips in a possessive kiss, she very nearly dies.

She's never felt him so needy, so urgent, so determined to pour his feelings into a kiss like he's simply put all of the authority and demand that he uses as 'director of C&R' into burning her lips and mouth with the love and dedication filling his body. He still doesn't break away from those hastily tied knots, he makes no requests of her to release him, he simply kisses her - biting and nibbling and suckling at her lip and tongue in ways they've done before but never quite this way - in a way that reaches deep into her body and physically yanks at her stomach. She can barely breathe, even when they pull apart again, eyes nearly the same color now with their matching pupils, cheeks red and hot enough to radiate heat between them.

"I love you." She breathes it out without even really meaning to, barely even conscious that it's what she's speaking and not simply what she's loudly thinking.

The look on his face is so full of adoration that for a terrible moment she's almost sure he might cry instead. "There is nothing I could ever love so much as you."

He's so eloquent when she's just had him a mewling mess on the bed that it's hardly fair. She's supposed to be the one taking control and being a selfish brat, but he's sweeping her away and leaving her swooning instead. She draws in a sharp breath before her throat can seize up or the prickling in her eyes can become worse, and she quickly looks away from him at a wall. She draws herself up, then, still straddling him, sitting lightly atop his abdomen.

Somewhat composed once more, she summons the strength to turn her gaze back down to the entirely smitten look of her husband.

"Then, my darling...." She touches his chest with a finger, and her lips curl up into a smirk, as she feels perhaps a touch too proud of herself. "You won't mind if I ride you until you can't remember anything else but me."