#I’m telling u they give me bad vibes. very bad vibes.
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Hi lovie! Your writing and blog aesthetics are incredible! I visit every morning to get some motivating energy. May I please make a request for Jack Hughes? May it please be with a girl who is quiet/introverted but not a pushover. She doesn't start conversations/speak much in public, but is chill with herself and doesn't waste her social battery with those she doesn't vibe with. If that makes sense so sorry! The plot can be anything you wish! Please change or ignore this I know it's odd and choppy.
𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 || 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒
★SUM Jack’s in love with his blunt girlfriend, and isn’t afraid to show that.
Fem!reader, as per requested the reader is quiet and doesn’t give two shits about it, use of y/n, poor Trevor getting ignored bad and then rutger taking his spot, ngl this was kinda hard to write cause I am literally the most friendly person ever, anon I love u thank u sm for this req I love soft Jack, hope I did this ask justice!
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♪ GOOD DAYS - SZA
“Still standing here?”
“Mhm.”
Tonight was great. You went with Jack to this beach party he was invited to and despite thinking you were gonna hate it, it was actually pretty fun. Though you would never admit that to him.
The warm air of summer brushes past you with a soothing coo of relaxation. The music from the party being distant in your ears; hearing chatter and the crashing of the waves in harmony.
“You don’t talk a lot, do you?” A boy says, one of Jack’s friends named “Trevor” or something—honestly you didn’t mean to forget but it just didn’t stick to you at the moment.
“Not really.” You say and then turn around to walk back into the crowd. After a few minutes of just wandering you bump into the chest of another person. “Excuse me-“
“Well hello pretty lady, you alone?” He says, and you lift up your head a little bit to see the gorgeous sight of your boyfriend, Jack. His smile widens as you two meet eyes and they crinkle at the side a little bit with how hard he’s smiling.
“Hmmm, not too sure if I am….” You tease and he wraps an arm around your waist to bring you closer to you. “Where’d you go? Outside?” nodding your head and bringing your arms to wrap around his neck you give him a small kiss
You two part slightly when a girl makes her way over to the two of you, not even sparing you a glance.
“Jacky! How are you-“ she stumbles—trying to purposefully trip herself into him, but only getting surprised when he grabs you and quickly moves the both of you out her way, causing her to fall flat on the floor.
A few people around her look down confusingly, and you mentally smile at her slightly embarrassed look. She quickly jumps back up to her feet and coughs a little to clear herself up.
“Um, anyways. How are you doing, Jacky?” She says, and looks at you for a second while her face shifts to displeased when she sees his arm around your waist.
“I’m fine. Me and my girlfriend, y/n, are doing pretty well-“ “Jack! Tell your brother he sucks at pool.” A tall brunette says with Luke trailing behind him with a grumbling smile “I do not suck! You definitely cheated!”
“Yeah okay Luke.” Your boyfriend snorts and the random girl is very swiftly pushed to the side while the two boys take over her spot in front of you.
“Hi y/n” Luke says and gives you a small hug while you smile at him in greeting. “Hi, I’m rutger! You can call me rut, Nice to meet you.” The boy takes out his hand and his demeanor is incredibly friendly, shooting him the same smile you gave to Luke “I’m y/n. You’re a pool expert?”
“Nah, but I could definitely beat you if you play like this dude over here.” He jokes while nudging over to Luke and he replies with a ‘so not true’
“You’re so on!” The two of you run over to the table, already joking around about which one of you would get which side.
“That’s new? She doesn’t really click with people like that…” Luke says and Jack nods, looking at the two of you. “It is rare, but sometimes it happens. Rutger has that younger brother vibe which is probably why they clicked so fast. Y/n has a soft spot for family.”
“Jack! Get over here! I am not having Luke as my partner again” “that’s my boyfriend!”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were alone? I would have came too!”
“Rut, I like my alone time outside” you giggle, seeing him plop down on the seat next to you, making an ‘O’ shape with his mouth.
“Well, Jack was looking for you earlier. And Trevor was complaining that you didn’t like him?” “It’s not that I don’t like Trevor, I don’t really know him like that.”
“you don’t know him either!” A muffled voice comes from behind the glass window you’re in front of, turning around to see Trevor (apparently) and Jack looking at the two of you.
Jack grins, mouthing a ‘hi Baby’ to you while Trevor freezes and backs up from the window. “…a little creepy.” “I didn’t even know he was there.” Rutger laughs and you scoff
“He’s kinda right though, I only just met you at the party two days ago.” Rutger says, leaning back into his seat. “Yeah, but you give off like a friendly sibling vibe. Whoever that is gives me random dude vibes which is true cause he is.”
“Can you at least make an effort to learn my name? As Jack’s best friend I think I deserve some respect!“ Trevor whines and Jack opens the door, already tired of talking to you through the window. “you are not my best friend.” “Then who is?” “You are, obviously.” Jack says to you in response to your question.
“Y/n! Come here, I need help with my hair.” Ellen calls you over and you gently excuse yourself from the porch as the boys talk amongst each other.
A few minutes later, the same girl from last night slides into your spot and everyone stops talking. “Hey guys, what’s going on?” “Um, nothing much. Just waiting for y/n to get back I guess. Where did you come from?” Rutger says and she fakes confusion, purposefully ignoring his last question. “who’s y/n?” “My girlfriend. You saw her last night at the party.” Jack says and she furrows her brows.
“Oh, her? I talked to her outside too, not very friendly.” “Yeah, you just have to get close to her. Unless you’re Rutger apparently.” Trevor sighs and Rutger lets out a little laugh “I don’t know, she really seemed like she didn’t like me.” “She might warm up to you eventually.” Jack cuts through shortly, not wanting to leave a space where she could talk negatively about you.
He thanks everything when he sees you walking back up to them, another smile gracing his lips. “Your mom is literally the best Hughes.” “Should I take offense to that or no?” He jokes and you shrug.
“Hi.” The girl sitting in your seat says and you nod your head back in greeting. “Can I get a hi too?” “Hi Travis.” “My name is Trevor!” Giggling, you let out a small ‘oops’ and Trevor knows for a fact you’re messing with him now.
The girl eyes you down carefully, as if she’s trying to pick out a flaw while you stand there and look at something on your phone.
“Oh shit, we gotta go. Promised Luke I’d go with him to watch a movie. You wanna come, babe?” “Nah, I’m good. I’m probably just gonna relax.” “I can go.” The girl says with an exaggerated ear piercing voice, and Jack can’t help but cringe. “Um, Luke said guys night only. Bye! Bye babe.” He kisses you goodbye before shoving rutger and Trevor out and away so the girl couldn’t question him.
You stand there and watch while the boys pull out of the driveway, waving a goodbye and seeing them drive off. Eventually, the boys leave and it’s just you and this mystery girl here.
You move to go back inside, and she follows you from a distance.
Walking into the kitchen, you take out a pack of strawberries and wash them off before grabbing a cutting board and beginning to cut them into pieces, trying your best to ignore the weird girl behind you.
“Do you even like Jack?” She questions and you pause before turning around to look at her. “Who are you?” You say, before turning back to your strawberries. “I’m Kianna. I live next door. I don’t think you’re a good fit for Jack.” “Good thing I don’t care what you think then, Kianna.” She huffs and you slide your diced strawberries into a cup, moving to take ice cream out of the freezer and scoop it into a bowl.
“That’s rude.” “It’s not rude, I don’t know who you are. Why would I care about what you think if I don’t know you?” You respond, and place your strawberries on your ice cream before leaving to go upstairs into Jacks room. “You don’t want to get to know me?” “Why would I want to get to know someone who’s trying to steal my man?”.
You can hear Ellen open the front door when you disappear up the steps and slow down so you can hear their conversation.
“Oh! Kianna, honey… what are you doing in here?” Ellen says and she freezes “um, I was talking to Jack’s girlfriend and she just went upstairs.” “Oh, y/n! Isn’t she great? I just love her so much, such a sweetheart! Jack’s just so in love with her too.” Ellen says and you can feel the awkwardness radiating off of Kianna. “U-um, Mrs. Hughes, I’m gonna head home now. Bye.” She mumbles before making her way out the door.
You snicker before walking up into Jacks room and turning on the latest episode of your favorite murder tv series.
You wake up to feel Jack laying down next to you, Arms wrapped around you and his body slightly squishing yours.
“Hey. Had a nice nap?” He buries himself into the back of your neck, smiling when he hears you giggling with a sigh.
“Was soo nice. You have fun at the movies with Luke and the others?” “Yeah. Was a great movie. Would’ve been better if you were there though.”
Silence is the only thing heard between you two. The tv doing all the talking you need to fill in the empty air.
“My mom said Kianna was in here earlier. She trouble you at all?” You roll onto your other side to face him properly and play with his hoodie. “Nah, she tried to intimidate me but it didn’t work.” “Intimidate you how?” “Tried telling me she didn’t think I was good for you or whatever, but I literally don’t even know that chick. Why would I care?”
Jack hums in agreement as he snuggles closer to you. “She’s just upset cause I’m not dating her. I’ve never liked her, but I’ve been nice because she’s like my summer neighbor or whatever.” You smile and nod in acknowledgment.
“I don’t care what she thinks. Like I said, I don’t know her.” “My mom secretly hates her too, but don’t tell her I told you that.” He whispers and you smile.
“I love you so much.” He mumbles into your neck and you sigh in contentment. “I love you too, J.” You two share a few kisses before you hear knocking on the door.
“Hey. Tell y/n her favorite Hughes brother just came home.” “Quinn!” “Hey! I’m here too!” “Shut up Luke!”
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instagram j.b.
summary: follow along with joe and his fiancée evie as they go through his football career.
* face claim is yasmin quintana*
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evie
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evie: did some cowgirl shit
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millyg: yee frickin haw
> evie: bitches 🤠
user: NO WAY IS IT HAPPENING????
user: i was hoping this thing would get called off
joeyb_9: guess i better saddle up.
> evie: i’m coming home to you cowboy. 😉
user: no wait this is so cute
user: not ev in her cowgirl era
> evie: i fear it may be permanent
user: i cannot comprehend that you guys are so in love your getting married….
> user: wym you can’t comprehend it?? they’ve been together for like 7 years and are clearly very happy?
joeyb_9
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joeyb_9: locked in #TeamBose
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user: this hairstyle is the best
user: ev is so lucky
> evie: like it truly doesn’t get better than this.
user: this is giving major top gun vibes
evie: i’m locked in on you. 🤪💗
> joeyb_9: 🌽
user: yalllll this man!
used: if you need consoling after this tough season hit my line
> evie: aw. i might take you up on that offer
> user: if there’s one things ev is going to do it’s make sure errrrrbody know joe is HER man
> user: no like its giving *insecure*
evie
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evie: my mood for the foreseeable future..
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user: angel girl
user: she’s a stunnnnna
lahjay10_: if joe ain’t bring some of those cookies tomorrow we may have a problem
> evie: only the best for you jay
user: a ray of sunshine
joeyb_9: photo by me, socks from my closet, cookies homemade, your smile out of this world.
> evie: the man that you are…
user: i don’t know if im rooting for you or not
user: this doesn’t seem like lifestyles of the rich and famous
> evie: you’re looking in the wrong place for that content
joeyb_9
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joeyb_9: my hands don’t look small here
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user: delete this my girl has ig
bengals: caption 🤌
user: you remember what them haters had to say
evie: let’s put them to good use. 😉
> user: EV! it’s too early to be spicy in the comments!
> user: nooo she’s getting some of that BDJ 🤣
user: i wasn’t prepared for this today
user: GOODNESS GRACIOUS
evie
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evie: why is it always so cold in seattle?
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user: you’re giving pick me vibes
> evie: next time you’re looking for something to comment on, please, don’t pick me. (:
user: seattle is nice when it isn’t raining
user: period !!!
millyg: a moment for YOU 💗
> evie: i luv u.
user: these pics make seattle look bad
joeyb_9: the fit goes HARD
> evie: you can borrow it anytime 🤪
> joeyb_9: game day fit?
> evie: would def be top 5 of the season.
user: why are joe and ev always so goofy in the comments, and yall think they aren’t made for each other????
> user: no bc SAME! i don’t get why people think they aren’t a good fit. they’re obsessed with each other.
joeyb_9
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joeyb_9: Dark Knight
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user: that’s my QB
joemainmixon: 🐐
user: you ain’t him
user: WAKE UP JOE POSTED
lahjay10_: (TOP 2) DAM SURE AINT 2! 🐐
> evie: TELL EM JAY
user: smash
evie: i think i need a hero… 🥵
> joeyb_9: i’ll be your knight in black shoulder pads.
evie
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evie: big week 😳
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user: my favorite wag
user: if y’all actually are getting married im sick.
user: are you going to share what’s happening?
user: you look STUNNING
user: wym??
user: not prepared for what’s about to go down. i have a feeling.
joeyb_9: 👩🏽❤️💋👨🏼
> user: oh shit
user: not joe about to ruin his life if speculation is true
> user: wow everyone is supportive until you realize he really isn’t ever going to leave her for you. this is crazy behavior!
evie
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evie: i think i like this little life.. 🤍
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millyg: and that’s MRS. Evangeline Burrow!
> user: not me just now finding out ev’s full name
> user: Evangeline??? Excuse me, that’s beautiful.
user: she doesn’t deserve it.
lahjay10_: we was TURNT TF UP!
user: i am sick with jealousy
bengals: The King and his Queen, congratulations!
user: only ring he will ever get but congrats
> user: marrying the love of your life is a bigger dub than the sb ever will be.
user: congrats!
sam_hubbard_: Finally!!
user: i knew it was coming and somehow i convinced myself he was smarter than this..
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joeyb_9: Mr. & Mrs.
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lahjay10_: congratulations brudda!
user: most overrated player in the nfl
> user: bro can’t you let him enjoy his wedding?
user: congrats, now go get that other ring!
user: i give it a few months before they are done with each other.
> user: considering they’ve been together for almost a decade, i don’t see that happening
user: we all wish we were ev rn!
bengals: that’s our QB, you lucky boy!
user: another thing to distract him from winning the super bowl
user: not fair
millyg: i’m not crying, you are. jk i am crying. i’ve been crying all day.
user: he’s too famous for this, he will get sick of her.
evies ig stories:
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how the jjk men answer “why do you love me?”
nanami kento, toji fushiguro, satoru gojo, geto suguru, ryomen sukuna x gn!reader
tags/warnings: fluff, kinda domestic vibes, kinda canon kinda not lol, everyone's softish
thanks for reading and enjoy<3
Nanami---------------------------------------------------------------------
“Hey Nanami?” You stare up at him as he reads, his lap cradling your head.
One of his hands is absentmindedly combing through your hair and you can see his eyes shifting over the pages, “Yes?”
“Why do you love me?”
He doesn’t even look up from reading, but his voice softens at the question, “My soul feels at home with you.”
When you’re rendered into silence by the sentiment, he finally looks at your touched expression and sends you a small smile before crouching down to kiss your forehead.
Toji------------------------------------------------------------------------
You’re sitting on the kitchen counter, wearing Toji’s t-shirt and steadily watching him as he pours you a cup of water.
“Why do you love me?”
He sets the cup down at your side, caging you between his arms with a smug look, “I mean, just look at you.”
“Forget it.” You roll your eyes and push his chest to move past him.
You don’t make it very far, as he easily pulls you into a hug from behind and sighs into your ear.
“Don’t be stupid. I love you because after we met I knew I had to. It’d fucking kill me if some other bastard got to you first.”
Gojo ------------------------------------------------------------------------
Gojo laughs at your ask as he settles into bed next to you, “Why do I love you? That’s a silly question.”
“Just answer, I’m curious.” You insist, scooting closer to his face and smiling when his hand finds yours underneath the blankets.
He doesn’t meet your eyes for a moment, and then he gives you a look so vulnerable you’re momentarily afraid that you’ve said something wrong until he speaks.
“You make me feel weak, and I don’t feel bad about it.”
Geto------------------------------------------------------------------------
He lets out a contemplative noise as you continue helping him tie up his long, black tresses.
“Why do I love you?”
“Mhmm.” You hum back in response, pulling his silky hair through the elastic and smoothing down any stray hairs.
He catches your hand in his, and you look up to meet his gaze in the mirror as he gives the back of your hand a kiss.
“You are impossible to hate. Loving you was the only other choice, and the best decision I ever made.”
Sukuna---------------------------------------------------------------------
When you ask Sukuna why he loves you, he lets out a disbelieving scoff from where he’s lounging on the couch.
“Shut up.”
“It was just a question.” You cross your arms, a scowl forming across your features.
“Come here.”
You look away from him, and he comes over to where you’re sitting and pulls the bottom of your chair until you’re facing him.
“You really want to know?”
“Yes.” You stare up at him, still nursing slight hurt in your eyes as he returns your gaze.
He strokes your cheek and gives you a soft peck on the lips before jabbing an annoyed finger into your forehead.
“What isn’t there to love? Idiot.”
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bonus post bc i couldn't resist! u can tell soft sukuna's my fave bc his is the longest lmao
fluff forever<3 thanks for reading!
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The Hitman's Guide to Getting the Girl: Chapter 4 [dave york x f!reader]
It's just another job, until Dave York decides to kidnap an enemy’s wiseass daughter. It’s just another job, until he falls in love.
chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter 5 | chapter 6 | chapter 7 | chapter 8
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status: complete
chapter 4 summary: Spiralling toward the ground with you.
pairing: dave york x f!reader
rating: 18+ (mdni)
tags and warnings for entire fic: kidnapping, murder, violence, the world being horrible to women, reader having a very terrible sense of self-preservation, unprotected piv, oral sex (m and f receiving), dave york finding his second calling as a pussy-eating god, pining, possessive sex, jealousy, daddy issues, (stockholm syndrome?), dirty talk, actually filthy talk, hitmen and politicians, revenge, scary man with a soft spot for his woman, philosophical foreplay, tramp stamp worship (you'll see), a little sprinkle of breeding kink if you look hard enough, obsessive behaviour, anal fingering, anal sex, implied age gap, light dom/sub vibes, light bondage
tags and warnings for this chapter: violence, mugging, more pretentious allusions, angst, oral sex (m and f receiving), dave york is a m u n c h, angry dave, protective dave, unprotected piv (learn by example, just not mine), creampie, multiple sex positions, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, tramp stamp worship, talk of marriage, pining, soft dave, biting, extremely possessive behaviour
word count: ~ 8.6k (oops)
for everyone reading who has been screaming at me for these two to fuck, don't say i never gave you anything.
chapter 4: and though i burn, how could i fall?
JUNE
There's pepper spray inside your purse.
Not many women go without some sort of weapon in this city. Many women never get the opportunity to use it.
Here's the thing about being a woman: if you're in the wrong place at the wrong time, you're shit out of luck; and if you’re in the right place, but you still happen to be a woman, you aren't necessarily in the clear, either.
There's a shortcut between a cannabis shop and a variety store on State Street that you used to take when you snuck out of your father’s penthouse. It is, evidently, the wrong place. This means that there is no wrong time, because they're all bad.
This is why you carry pepper spray.
It’s just approaching noon, and the alleyway is empty. You hurry through it and do not stop when the rough male voice calls to you. (Maybe he is not calling to you, but when you're a woman, you have to assume he is.)
Sometimes, a man has a gun, and is not necessarily looking for a woman. Just… a person. This is one of those times.
The cool barrel of the .45 will leave a temporary dent in your temple.
“I want your wallet and all your jewellery or I will shoot you in the head.”
He speaks with a tremulous cadence. He's nervous, or he's on something. “I’m lifting my hands to show I’m unarmed,” you tell him. “There's pepper spray in my bag. Is your gun loaded?”
“What?” he spits. From here, you can't see his face, only smell his breath. He hasn't been drinking.
A desperate man taking advantage of a woman who’s all alone. Get a new shtick.
“I’m asking if your gun is loaded, or if you're only trying to scare me. I’m going to give you my things either way, so you don't have to worry about me running.”
The barrel presses harder against your head. “Give me your goddamn money, bitch. No fucking games.”
“No games,” you say evenly. “I don't want to die. But you haven't fired, even though I haven't given you anything.”
The man spits on your Louboutin shoes and rips the bag off your shoulder. “Take out your earrings. And your watch.”
A little forlorn to see your gold Cartier watch go (no matter how superficial), you unbuckle it slowly and place it in his palm. “Please be nice to it.”
The man shoves you hard between your shoulder blades, removing your balance and sending you toppling to the dusty asphalt. You barely catch yourself with your hands. “Stay on the fucking ground. Earrings, now.”
As you remove your earrings with shaky, raw hands, the man drops the gun from your head and rifles through your purse. Pulling out your wallet, he flips through a number of bills like he's shuffling cards, and stops short at a small white card. You frown up at his ashen face and try to remember putting a card like that in your wallet.
“Oh, shit,” he murmurs, his fingers trembling around the card. He shoves it back into your wallet and drops the entire thing like it's stung him. “Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. I’m… Uh, I’m sorry, ma'am.”
He drops to one knee and fastens your watch back around your wrist himself.
You're too stunned to move, so he helps you stand back on your feet. Then, he picks up your wallet and puts your bag back on your shoulder. “Here. I’m—shit, I’m really sorry. Please don't tell him. Please just…”
Trailing off, he backs out of the alley and runs with his tail on fire. You look down at your hands, flecked with blood and asphalt, and wonder if you put out some sort of magical repellent hormones. It's only when you pull the card out of your wallet that you realise why he gave up.
It's Dave’s business card.
You call Ari to come pick you up because you know he won't make a fuss the way his boss will. “You get into a fight with the ground?” he says good-naturedly, eyeing your scraped knees. “Or blow a rock monster?”
You roll your eyes. “Almost got mugged.”
Ari whistles. “That’ll be fun to tell him.”
You laugh, still a bit winded from the fall. “I don't think I’ll tease him much. He's the one who got me out of it.” You flash Ari the business card and he bursts out laughing.
“Jesus Christ. You're one lucky girl.”
“Tell me about it.”
Dave York’s anger is chilling. He starts on a simmer, exhibiting telltale signs of faltering restraint. As you sit on his desk, your scraped knees on display and your palms facing the ceiling, he kneels in front of you and cleans the cuts himself. If the injuries were any greater, he would have his on-call medic tend to you, but you know he doesn't trust himself around anyone but you right now.
His hand is wrapped around your ankle as he cleans the dirt from your wounds. Your fingers idly comb through his hair, which has him resting his head against your thigh. He's in the simmering stage: his eyes are hard, his jaw taut, his movements calculated no matter how gentle. He's on autopilot, trying to steer himself back to reality, where he's got you in his care and you're safe and he’s the one who can make you feel better.
But he wasn't there when you needed him.
“Honey,” you say softly, your hand slipping to the back of his neck to urge his eyes upward. “You know I’m okay, right? He could have done a lot worse.”
Dave dabs a warm cloth over the dried blood and blinks away the red mist. “Do you remember what he looks like?”
The dangerous tone to his voice trembles down your spine. He’s a killer. “Yeah. I do.”
“Good.” He squeezes your ankle and shifts to your other knee. “I’m not going to let him live.”
You dip your head in understanding. “I know.”
He cleans your other knee and rises, looking down at you and searching for any traces of fear in your eyes. He only sees sleepy fondness and wonders what he's done to warrant a look like that. “You saved me, Dave,” you tell him.
“I wasn't there,” he says gruffly, averting his eyes to your palms. They're speckled with gravel and blood, like your knees, but they took the biggest beating. Dave’s anger notches up; now, it’s a rolling boil. “I wasn't there.”
“He took one look at your card and bolted.” You give him a wry smile. “I don't give out free advertising. So it must have been you who put that card in my wallet.”
It's the only consolation Dave finds in the situation: just his name is enough to sway some people away from taking a blade to his most vulnerable organ. He cups his hand at the nap of your neck and drops his forehead to yours. “It shouldn't have been you,” he says.
The conviction in his voice startles you into stillness. He truly believes that you're something special, something altogether different from the humanity he knows. In Dave York’s eyes, you're above the rest of the world, and thinking like that could get dangerous.
It means he will do anything. And stop at nothing.
But if there's one thing you've learned from your time with him, it's that you enable. And enable. And enable. So you do nothing to deter him.
You nudge your nose against his, letting him feel with complete certainty that you're here, and let your eyes shutter as you lean forward and kiss him.
Dave inhales sharply, his senses saturated by your perfume. It's all he smells as he finally, finally, kisses you. Your lips taste like the cherry balm you always slide on with your ring finger. The kiss is soft when it begins. He drops the cloth and snakes his arm around your waist, his palm pressed against the tattoo on your lower back. Your shirt lifts as you wind your arms around his neck, and he sighs, pushing you closer until your body bows to the shape of him.
He can't stop. Christ, you're so soft. Kissing you is an opiate. He's drowning in the taste, losing his mind, dragging himself along the floor toward you for another hit.
You're smiling into his mouth, your fingernails scratching at the nape of his neck. Dave grunts, damn near purring at the feeling, the neurons in his brain merging into a picture of you. You're all he wants to know.
You pull away first, and Dave chases you briefly, his hand tightening at your hip. He kneads it in his palm as he blinks, approaching clarity. You’ve made a tousled mess of his dark hair. “Footsteps,” you whisper to Dave, your lips ghosting the spot just beneath his ear.
His hearing sharpens just in time to guide you off the desk and help you adjust your shirt. “Later,” he says, cupping your face and pressing a kiss to your nose. “We’ll continue this later.”
You beam up at him and brush your hand softly against his steel-hard erection. “Can you wait until later, Mr. York?”
His breathing turns jagged and his eyes darken to black. “Careful, pretty girl.”
The footsteps grow louder, so you separate your bodies, letting your fingers dance upon his palm before you occupy the seat across from his desk. “You gonna go killer on me?” you tease.
“Never you, baby.” Dave sits at his desk and adjusts his pants. “Maybe a couple people who did you wrong.”
“My hero.”
That’ll be the fucking day.
“Hey, boss.” Kovac leans against the doorframe. “Sorry to interrupt. Hey, sweetie.”
“Hi, Johnny.” You give him a cute little wave, and Dave hides his smile behind his hand as he rubs it over his jaw. “Exciting news?”
“Just a call for the asshole,” says Kovac. “From another asshole. It’s Robert Shipman.”
Dave licks his teeth and nods, jerking his chin to signal to Kovac that he wants the door closed. The latter leaves you and Dave alone with his blinking line. “Dave,” you say cautiously, “why is Robert Shipman calling you?”
“Because of you, baby. Come here.” He takes your hand and guides you around the desk. You sit sideways in his lap as he picks up the phone, pressing a kiss to your jaw before he sobers, greeting Shipman with cool professionalism.
“I have a question for you, Mr. Shipman,” says Dave, his fingers slipping underneath your shirt and tracing the wings on your tattoo. “What were you doing on, say, the eighth of September two years ago?”
Dave notices your head dip slightly and nudges his nose gently into your throat, his thumb stroking over your lower vertebrae. “You don't remember?” Dave hums sadly, as if he's lamenting the discontinuation of a really good dish. “That’s too bad, Mr. Shipman. I’ll jog your memory if you'd like.
“You spent the first part of the evening dining at the Oriole. You had steak frites and shared a bottle of Prosecco with your wife. When you left the restaurant, it was eleven o’clock, and you took a trip to a very nice home that wasn't yours. There, you had your men disable the home’s security system. The woman inside was home alone, sleeping in her bed. You took her from her bed, sedated her, and threw her in the trunk of your car. Is this beginning to sound familiar?”
You wrap and unravel Dave’s tie around your hand repeatedly as you recall that night. The first terror of many. The jolt of waking to a needle at your throat, the cold, sticky hands, the ascent of cloying fear in your throat as your scream died and you succumbed to the poison they pumped inside you.
Dave holds you close to him, his gaze on you all the while. Tears prick the corners of your eyes and turn your irises into varnished paintings. Softly, he swipes his thumb across your cheek. “Did you get what you wanted that night, Mr. Shipman?” he says darkly. “Did you get your dirty money? How much did you ask for?”
Shipman must say something very stupid, because Dave laughs, and all you hear is a hollow knock against the walls of a pitch-black tunnel.
“I want you to unlock your phone and take a look at the news.”
There's silence for a while. Your fidgeting doesn't bother Dave; he lets you adjust his clothes as much as you want, his hand caressing your back—up and down, down and up. It makes you melt against him, your eyes open and studying his face. Shutting out the memory of the first time you were taken from your home.
“Don't count on buying your way out of this,” says Dave. “You’ll find your accounts have been compromised. You should have answered differently.
“No. You’re right. It wouldn't make a difference. I’ll see you soon, Mr. Shipman.”
When Dave hangs up, neither of you speak for a moment. It’s you, fiddling with the end of his tie, who elects to break the silence. Your voice shivers on the way out. “How long have you been reading up on them?”
“Since the night you told me,” says Dave, his hand overlapping with yours. You feel his strong, steady heartbeat pick up speed under your touch. “The Post is plastered with evidence of him cheating on his wife. A newly soiled reputation should do nicely to ruin any chances of taking his father’s spot in their company.”
“And where are you putting his money?”
“How does a children’s hospital sound?”
“Like music to my ears.” You smile through your tears, tracing his jawline with your fingers. “Why are you doing this, Dave? You don't need my forgiveness. You never treated me the way they have.”
Dave shakes his head. “I’m not asking for forgiveness. I’m doing something good, for once in my life, with the skills I have. I never want you to know fear like you have before.”
You let out a small sob. “Fear is healthy for the mind,” you point out. “Stimulates the system and all that.”
Dave tuts, his palm warm and rough on your back. “You've had enough of it for three lifetimes. I want to help you rest.” His brown eyes plead with you to see what you already know. “This is how I can be good to you, baby. Will you let me?”
You scan his eyes, memorising shapes in his irises as they contort with the smallest changes in the light. “What are you looking at?” he asks.
“I’m looking at you.”
His brow twitches, telegraphing his disbelief, and you smooth it over with your thumb. “Find anything?” he asks in a hushed voice.
“People have tried to please me and screw me over and manipulate me.” You bite your lower lip, and Dave’s gaze drops. “They never try to be honest with me.”
“People are shitty,” he murmurs, eyes still fixed to your mouth.
“So cynical,” you whisper, leaning in close, prolonging the torment.
Dave is a patient man, but with you, he's borderline petulant. He meets you in the middle, surging upward and kissing you deeply.
He's a cynic, sure, but humanity cannot be all bad when you're a part of it.
Tracing his tongue along your lower lip, Dave licks his way into your mouth and tugs you on top of him so you're straddling his thighs. You gasp, giving him more space to deepen the kiss, your arms around his neck to keep you secure.
He keeps you pinned to him, his hand firm at the nape of your neck and the other bowing your lower back so your chest is pressed against his. “Won't someone come in?” you whisper when he gives you room to breathe.
“Not if they want to keep breathing,” he grumbles.
You roll your eyes fondly and brush his hair back from his face. “Just take me to bed, Dave.”
He can do that.
He kicks everyone out of his house with a single gesture to Kovac, breezing past them with your hand in his. They will all know perfectly well what you both intend to do. Good. They’ll also know to keep their mouths shut about it.
He can't keep his hands off for very long. He tugs you toward him, fitting you to his chest and kissing you again before you reach his bedroom. You stumble through the doorway, grasping blindly at the buttons of his dress shirt, as Dave kicks the door shut with his heel.
He bunches the fabric of your shirt in his fist like he’s fed up with its presence. You laugh into his mouth and he swallows it down greedily, tugging at your hem as he keeps his lips on you. They migrate from your mouth as he shucks your shirt up over your head, turning you around and putting his mouth to your neck.
“Dave,” you gasp, your hand flying back to dig your fingers into his hair as your bra falls to the floor. He sucks on the erogenous zone just beneath your ear, his palm pressed flat to your belly while the other gently slides up your side and squeezes your breast.
“So fuckin’ pretty,” he mumbles, drowning in the feel of your soft skin in his palms. This is where he belongs. This is his path.
He's flapping his wax wings toward the sun and burning up in the warmth of your body.
You moan softly when Dave sucks a bruise into your throat, his fingers flexing against your belly at the sound. Fuck, he's going crazy. Any more sweet little noises from your lips and he's going to come in his goddamn pants.
“Didn’t think hickeys were your style,” you say breathlessly, tilting your head to give him better access.
He huffs against your skin, nipping your earlobe. “You thought about me?”
“Too often for my own good,” you tell him. “I know you thought about me, too.”
Dave hums, pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades. He begins to descend, his lips at every knob of your spine, until he's on his knees behind you. “I’m always thinking about you. Your little wisdoms and your tight fucking dresses. Drive me up the wall.”
You grin, shivers coursing through your body as you feel Dave’s mouth on your lower back, between the black wings. “But I’m a lot of fun.”
“That you are,” says Dave, bunching the fabric of your skirt in his fingers. He nudges his nose playfully into your lower back, making you laugh. “Relax, pretty girl. Let me take this off.”
You do. He takes his time undressing you, slipping your skirt down your thighs and then hooking his fingers in the waistband of your lacy white panties. He utters a curse, his cock straining against his zipper. His arousal is beginning to cloud his judgement, but making you gasp and squirm under his touch is the reward for his patience.
White lace. Of course. Achingly slowly, he brings your panties down your legs. “What are you thinking about?”
There's a wet spot in your underwear where you've been dripping for him, and you're rubbing your thighs together to alleviate the pressure in your core. Dave clicks his tongue. “No, baby, keep ‘em open. Want to see what I do to you. Answer my question.”
“Would you believe me if I told you I’m thinking about hedonism?”
He presses his mouth to your tattoo in a long, open-mouthed kiss. “Funny. So am I.”
“It was the first thing I did when I turned eighteen,” you tell him, closing your eyes and savouring the feel of his warm tongue on your body, licking your inked skin like you're made of honey. “Used up all my allowance. Never told Dad.”
“Bad girl,” he tuts, playfully biting into the flesh of your ass. You giggle, pleased with yourself, and Dave rises to his feet with a soft kiss to the nape of your neck. “So sweet and so bad for me.”
The look in his eyes should frighten you. His pupils are saucers, black as the chilling vacuum of space, and his eyes are hungry. There’s something ravenous in those depths, something that ignites an old instinct in you to run.
But you don't flee. His rough, worn hands are gentle around your waist and his lips meet your injured palms. He isn't like the men who have harmed you before. He’s Dave.
His hunger is your Hedon.
“Lie on the bed,” he says plainly.
You do. Shuffling backward on his king mattress takes a moment of your time, but Dave watches as he stalks toward you, kneeling on the bed and lifting your ankle to press a kiss to the bone.
“You won’t stay in the other room anymore,” he says. “You’ll be in my bed, next to me, every night.”
“Well, you should be on top of me right now, and you aren't. We can't always get what we—”
You're cut short when Dave lowers his hand between your legs and trails two fingers through your soaking wet slit. “Oh,” you shudder out.
“Are you going to be a good girl and tell me what you want? Or will you make me wring it out of you?”
You circle your hips slightly in his direction, your brows curving upward in the middle. He likes this, the bastard. He likes you speechless as much as he likes your wicked tongue. “I want you to make me feel good.”
He nods, settling between your open legs. “I can do that, sweet girl.”
You nod in turn, a little more vigorously. “You should know,” you say, “I’m loud in bed.”
Dave laughs. “I know, baby. I can hear you when you touch yourself.”
You don't look mortified or outraged. You’re too far gone, too wet and warm, to care about his eavesdropping activities. Maybe you've known all along. “I think about your tongue and your fingers,” you tell him, your eyes droopy and dark with lust. “I think about you taking me, fucking me deep, and if I’m lucky, I dream about it, too.”
“When did that start?” he muses, his eyes indulging in you, exploring all the parts of you he only imagined until tonight. Your knees are still skinned and your palms still raw, but there is no place for anger in this room. Not with you.
“You brought me an omelette,” you say softly, your eyes so soft and vulnerable in the dim light that his chest aches. “And you spoke to me, even though I knew you didn't want to.”
“I wanted to,” he says, stroking your hip bone with his thumb. “I didn't let myself want it. But Jesus, you were good, baby. Drew me right in.”
“I liked that you’re kind to me,” you tell him, “even when you’re a dick to everyone else. I liked your sharp mind. I liked the way you drink your coffee.”
He doesn't think he drinks coffee any differently from other people. But he remembers that he’s obsessed with the way you hold a pencil and the way your brow furrows when you concentrate and the way your eyes flutter when you taste something you like. He’s always been weak for you.
In a world that forces him to show his strength at all times, locking himself inside his bedroom with you and shedding the bravado at the door is yet another reprieve you've brought him.
Your leg closes around his hip. “I guess I like a dangerous man.”
He lifts an amused brow. “Should we be worried about that?”
“Maybe,” you concede. “But not tonight.”
He agrees. “Spread your legs like a good girl.”
You make a show of it. You drag your hands down your thighs and ease them open so Dave can fit comfortably between, revealing your wet pussy to him. You glisten under the soft glow of the lamp on his nightstand. Outside, crickets croon, and the faint smattering of rain heralds whistling wind. The world carries on outside, but for all he knows, the Earth has stopped spinning.
When he dips his fingers between your legs and your head falls to the pillow, he kickstarts it back into motion.
“Shit,” you whisper, watching his fingers collect the wetness between your folds. “Dave…”
“Been a long time?” he asks, as if he could ever be upset that you haven’t been having sex with other men.
You're already soaking from his teasing, and when he pushes a finger inside you, curling it upward with tactical precision, colours burst on your eyelids.
“The kidnapping sort of… took the wind… out of my sails,” you pant, clutching the sheets beside you as Dave’s palm rubs relentlessly against your clit.
“That's a shame.” Dave adds another finger, his free hand digging bruises into your thigh. You cry out, grasping for his wrist, a futile attempt to feel grounded when you're already floating. “You might’ve wanted to go and marry some senator.”
“Senators are boring.” You’re writhing, grinding into his palm, and realising very quickly that Dave York knows your body as well as he knows your heart. “Do you know how many politicians want to fuck me?”
Dave curls his fingers again, feeling your hot, wet muscles contract around him. “Maybe I should let them know,” he says quietly, shifting so he can lean over your body, “that you're spoken for.”
The rapid rise and fall of your chest is telling. You're spiralling fast. “Am I?”
Dave lowers his head and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, circling it with his tongue. You thread your fingers through his hair, keeping his mouth fixed to you, as his fingers continue to apply pressure to your g-spot and his palm on your clit creates the friction you need.
The stimulation crackles up your spine with all the warning of a lightning strike. You can't warn him that you’re coming because you already are, your body seizing, your stomach tightening, and your mouth falling open in a long, loud moan as you clamp down on Dave’s fingers. Tugging him up toward you, your mouth finds the first thing it can find, biting down on the juncture of his neck and shoulder as you ride out your orgasm.
Dave grunts, uttering your name like a prayer, gently fucking you with his fingers to help you come down while he litters your neck with kisses. “That’s it, baby. That’s my pretty girl. So pretty when you come.”
The dirty praise ignites you all over again. Touching yourself to a feeble orgasm does not compare to this. This is electrical ecstasy. This is Dave York taking your pleasure into his hands, moulding your body how he likes, giving you what you need, because he knows.
“I’m yours,” you tell him, bumping your nose against his jaw. He pulls back slightly to look down at you, his brown eyes sparkling with pride and withheld desire.
“Open your mouth,” he says. The command crackles at your fingertips.
Your lips part at the same time you feel his fingers slide from you. Dave places the pads of his fingers on your tongue. You taste yourself, closing your lips around them, the tang and warmth filling you as you suck his digits clean.
When his fingers leave your mouth, Dave holds your jaw in place. “Are you spoken for?” he asks.
You nod as best you can. “I am.”
He hums, dipping his head to lick a stripe up the hollow of your throat, his hands ghosting up and down your sides. “Do you want a dirty fucking senator to lick your pussy?”
“No,” you gasp, baring your throat to him.
He nips at you like a vampire, migrating down your body. His mouth trails down your sternum, tattooing himself on you. “No,” he echoes, his tone a little harder. “You're too good for any of them. Too young for half of them. Too… fucking… perfect.”
You whimper and squirm, impatient by the time he finds your navel, kissing just beneath your bellybutton. “I’m not perfect,” you manage, though it sounds like one long exhale. “And I’m probably too young for you, too.”
“Mmm.” He sounds unconvinced, but it may just be the distracting pull of arousal and the thrill of being so close to your wet pussy. He gives your clit an experimental lick and grins when you moan his name. “You don't want another man, sweet girl. You want me.”
“I want you.” Head thrown back, lips barely moving.
“Look at me when you say it.”
You raise your head from the pillows and meet his eyes. You can feel yourself falling into their depths, and the world stops once more.
You have the power to make it turn again.
Your lips part, and they form the words.
“I’m yours.”
Outside, the proverbial gears begin to grind. Several trillion stars slot into place. You're where you belong.
Dave’s tongue travels slowly between your folds, slathering your cunt in his saliva. Your head falls and your back bows, a wanton groan fleeing your mouth. No more shackles. No restraints.
It doesn't take much for Dave to lose himself. The first taste has him craving more, so he dives back in, sucking your clit into his mouth. Instinctively, his fingers flex, desperate for something to hold onto. Your legs close around his ears as you cry out and he has his solution. He wraps his arms around your thighs, his fingers dimpling your soft flesh, as he licks and kisses your pussy until he's making out with it.
“Oh! Yes!” You thread your fingers through his hair, feeling him groan into your cunt, his fingers squeezing hard when you tug on his hair. He's building you back up fast, licking at your sensitive clit until it bursts as sparks in your blood and soothing it by wiggling the flat of his tongue over the bundle of nerves. It's skilled and slow and fuck, he likes it. He gets off on eating you out. The cold killer and the polite princess.
He owns your body. He can do whatever he wants to it if he makes you feel like this.
Dave suckles on your clit, your wetness mingling with his saliva and dribbling down to your puckered asshole. His name drips from your mouth, from faint whimpers to long moans, and you're making devil horns out of the tufts of his dark hair that you grip tightly in your hands. “Fuck, fuck, yes, that feels so good. Dave, please, it feels—ah!”
Oh, you are loud. Dave groans against your pussy, giving your thigh a firm squeeze. He wants it telegraphed in the sky. He wants it written on the goddamn forehead of every fucking idiot who wants you in his bed.
You're his.
There is plenty of work to be done. Your knees and palms are still scraped. There are bad men who have treated you wrongly. But you taste so fucking good, like dipping his tongue into a pot of nectar, and he does not think there is a soul on this Earth who could drag him away from you.
“Dave, I’m…” Your words are slurring, your vision blurred with tears, as the pressure builds in your core and your stomach tightens. He hums in acknowledgement, sucking on your clit, refusing to abandon his post. You have to hand it to him: he treats every job with the utmost devotion.
He ushers you toward a second orgasm with his tongue fixed to your clit, his hand snaking around your thigh to your lower belly in anticipation. You cry his name, your hips bucking into his hands, the pleasure skating all the way up to the back of your neck. Your spine seizes, and it's Dave’s hands on you that keep you from panicking as you lose yourself to the warm spread of numbness that starts at your fingertips.
“Dave,” you croak, squeezing your eyes shut. He gives your name back to you like it's an answer, crawling back up your body and pressing kisses to your naked, sweat-slick skin.
“Such a good girl. Jesus, you’re fucking beautiful, coming for me.” He whispers his pride into your body, speaking it into your nerves, and your blood sings with the joy of doing something good for him. He threads his fingers through yours and presses kisses to each of your knuckles. “Come back to me, sweetheart. Let me see you open your eyes.”
You blink them open, bleary and dazed, watching him gently tease your nipple with his teeth before he hovers above you. “Hi,” you say weakly, pushing his messy hair back from his face.
“Hey,” he returns. “You're with me?”
“I’m with you.”
“Good.” He dips his hand beneath you, and you know he's searching for the tattoo on your lower back. He warms it with his palm. “Sure you can take more? Looks like you're down for the count.”
Something inside you, something womanly and primal, maybe partly memory, ignites at the implied challenge. “I can take it,” you tell him, your brow set in determination. “Can you?”
“Oh, baby,” coos Dave, sliding his fingers through your slit again to make you quiver, collecting your juices on his skin like he wants to absorb you, “I’m going to take it.”
The hotheaded look in your eye almost has him lowering over your pussy and licking you into another orgasm. But his cock is throbbing in his pants and he's sweating like the Devil under his shirt. His body seeks your heat, the salvation he knows lies in this closeness.
“Let me,” you plead, licking your lips at the sight of his bare chest just beneath the third button.
He can't say no to you. Dave shifts to the edge of the bed and brings you with him, enjoying the deep desire in your darkening eyes. Kicking off his shoes and socks, he keeps his hands dutifully at his sides while you pop open the buttons of his shirt, his jaw ticking with restraint. Your flushed, naked body is right in front of him, trembling at the knees from two orgasms. He wants to take care of you. But it occurs to him, as you slide his shirt off his shoulders and begin scattering kisses all over his chest, that this is taking care of you. This is giving you space to indulge as you like. It feels so fucking good to make you happy.
“So strong,” you mutter, disposing of his shirt and putting your mouth to the hollow of his throat. Dave’s breath shudders out of him, his fingers flexing. Your warm, soft lips mark a map of his body, from his neck to his hard shoulders to his softening belly. His experience, his age, his ability are all bared for you, as vulnerable as Dave York can possibly be. It's thrilling.
It's when you get on your knees, kissing down his belly and its soft trail of hair, that Dave grunts, his hand flying to the crown of your head. You look up through your lashes at him, smiling coyly, like the very thought of you breathing on his dick isn't enough to make him come in his pants.
Slowly, you unzip his pants and bring them down his legs. Your mouth waters at the sight of his big cock, hard and leaking against his stomach.
“Knew it,” you say triumphantly.
Dave huffs. “Placed a bet, huh?”
You bite your lip and it makes his cock pulse. “Get up here,” he rasps. “Now.”
“But you need help,” you say with a pitiful pout, lifting your hand to wrap your fingers around the base of his cock. Dave bucks his hips involuntarily, his eyes squeezing shut at the first touch from you.
“Jesus.” He tightens his grip on your hair and covers your hand on his dick with his own, guiding it toward your mouth. “Fine. Show me how a princess sucks cock. Open.”
You do, sticking out your tongue for good measure. Dave enjoys the power trip, slapping the head of his cock on your tongue twice before sliding it farther into your mouth. You groan, your voice muffled, as you close your lips around him and hold onto his thighs for balance.
“That's pretty,” he muses, shallowly thrusting to test your resolve. You drool, your saliva slathering up his shaft, getting his dick good and wet to slide into your mouth. Your eyes begin to water as he prods the warm gummy wall at the back of your throat, but you hold his gaze, relishing in the flare of his nostrils and the cavity of his throat. You're making him feel good.
You swirl your tongue around the head as he pulls back, and Dave bares his teeth. “Fuck,” he spits. “Crying for me. You like this, don't you? You like being on your knees for a fuckin’ killer?”
You squeeze his thighs in response, taking him deeper and swallowing hard around his cock. “Fuck, baby. Thaaaat’s it. Fuckin’ take me. You’ll take all of it, like a good girl.” He’s close, and when he’s close, he can't shut up. He begins to thrust harder into your mouth, some sort of masochistic instinct, knowing he won't let himself come down your throat. Not tonight.
You choke around him, your mascara dribbling in black tears down your cheeks. He looks down your body at your dripping cunt and sees you rubbing your thighs together to relieve the tension in your core. “You want to come, baby?” he grunts, feeling his balls pull up. You whine around his dick. “I bet you could come like this. Choking on me.”
A slight grind of your hips tells him that he's right. That won't do. You aren't coming by yourself tonight. Dave pulls out of your mouth, his cock twitching at the sight of the long thread of saliva connecting the head to your bottom lip. You pout, a spoiled princess, and Dave hauls you upright, bringing you on top of him as he sits on the bed.
Straddling his thighs, you feel his heavy cock between your bellies, waiting for you to sit on. Dave wipes the black tears from your face and kisses you softly. You melt into him, your tits squished against his chest, winding your arms around his neck. His hand finds its favourite place on your lower back, tracing the wings he has already memorised. Your wetness sticks to your inner thighs, your hips instinctively seeking his cock, grinding down onto his lap. Dave groans into your mouth, slipping his tongue past your lips at the same time he lifts your hips and helps you sit on his cock.
It takes a moment to push past your entrance, the head of his dick leaking into your pussy as it attempts to open you up.
You're soaking wet, but he's still big, and you gasp into the kiss when you feel him slip inside, your nails scratching at his back. He soothes your tense muscles with his hand at your back as you sink lower, your thighs burning. “Knew it,” you say again, laughing at yourself.
Dave nudges his nose against yours. “It’ll fit, sweetheart. Take your time.”
You nod, surging forward to kiss him again, distracting yourself with his mouth while you take him to the hilt, the head of his cock kissing your cervix and your bodies meeting. Your brow pinches, and Dave smooths it out with the pad of his thumb. You're tight enough to squeeze him hard on the descent. Your body is so hot, so soft, wrapped around him like he's a lifeline. “Do you need me to move?” he asks, struggling to stay still as your warmth sucks him in.
You nod your head, shivering as your clit rubs against the hairs at the base of his cock. “Make me yours,” you plead. “Make me your girl.”
Dave slips a hand beneath your ass and lifts you an inch or so, the slide deliciously wet along his length. “You've been my girl since the first time I saw you,” he says, the slope of his nose indenting a path in your temple as you sink back down on his dick. “Just didn't know it.”
“Maybe you did,” you sigh, lifting yourself up and twisting your hips on the way down. Dave groans, nipping your earlobe in mild retribution. “Maybe that's why you kept me around.”
You establish a rhythm that makes your thighs ache, bouncing and grinding on his cock, assisted by his hand on your ass, kneading handfuls and smacking it playfully while you ride him. He’s deep at this angle, snug inside your cunt, prodding your cervix with every thrust. You cry out, burying your face in his neck, your sweat slicking up your body as it rubs against his, jolts of white-hot pleasure pummeling your resolve. Weak as tissue, you let Dave take over.
“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.” He continues to promise it, breathing it into your blood, burying his face in your throat to inhale your scent: perfume and sweat and hormones. He pushes himself inside you, so deep he begins to disappear, seeking a oneness he can never have.
“Dave,” you mumble, grasping at his back, sure to leave marks that he’ll be proud to wear, “‘m gonna fall over.”
He slows his pace, lowering you onto your back so he can give you a rest. But he doesn't let you wholly off the hook. Dave hooks his hand under your knee and lifts it up to his hip. The angle deepens, and your back arches, your brows curving upward in the middle as pleasure oozes down your spine. “Oh my God.”
“So fucking spoiled,” he says through his teeth, punctuating every word by grinding against you. “Such a fucking princess. You like it dirty. You like taking me on your back, filled up with me, scratching me up, while your daddy thinks you’re giving yourself to another man.”
“Yesyesyes,” you mewl, grasping his biceps. “I’m spoiled. You’re so good to me. So good… so good inside me.”
“That’s right.” He gives you all he has, punching deep into you, his balls slapping against your ass and your wetness squelching around the tight seal of your cunt. Your tits bounce with every thrust and your warm, soft body only invites him in: a siren’s song whose melody momentarily tricks him into believing that salvation is possible. That there is no chance for damnation when he has earned the privilege of being with you.
Dave smooths his hand over your belly as his other hikes your leg higher up his hip, fucking you rough and relentlessly. “The whole world thinks I’m your bodyguard. They don’t fucking see the real you.” His teeth begin to grind as his orgasm approaches again, already staved off once. He doesn’t know how much longer he can hold back. “Tell me how it feels. Tell me what it feels like when I fuck you.”
“H—Hedon,” you rasp.
Dave chuckles, pulling out of you and depriving himself of his climax for the second time. You blink away your haze and frown at him. “Dave?”
He uses his leverage on your leg to turn you onto your stomach, pulling you backward by your hips. His palm meets your ass in an audible smack. You yelp, jerking forward, barred by his arm across your hips. Dave hums, soothing the welt with his hand.
“Don’t try to run.”
You should have known he would want to take you on your hands and knees. This way, he has a perfect view of your tattoo, wedged between the dimples on your back. Your pussy drips for him, and he can see it weep onto your thighs as he kneads your asscheeks. That’s a pretty sight, he thinks: your used pussy and your tight asshole on display for him as you hide your blushing face in the mattress. The bend of your back is delicious, and he leans over you to press a kiss to your spine.
“Tell me again,” he says, dragging his nose up your vertebrae.
You shudder underneath him. “I’m yours, Dave,” you tell him, your voice breaking into a whisper.
He mounts you like a fucking animal, slotting himself at your entrance and pushing deep inside on the first thrust. You gasp, the noise gooey and complacent in his ears, quiet choruses of yes, yes, yes echoing off the walls. His palm slides up your sweaty back, the other winding around your waist and rubbing circles over your clit.
“Good girls are loud,” bites Dave, his fingers slick on your pearl while your hips buck wildly and your throat scrubs raw with your cries. “Good girls scream when they're getting fucked. You gonna scream for me?”
“Ah! Dave!” You fist the bedsheets, your cheek buried in the mattress. The pleasure is so overwhelming, notched so high, that your brain lags behind, the edges of your vision blurring. Your mind attempts to decide between the overstimulation of your body and the grounding effect of Dave’s hand on your back, but it cannot make the decision. Your body trembles and your breath escapes in shallow puffs. You may have a heart attack if he doesn’t let you come soon—
Oh.
Oh, yes. There it is.
His name leaves your lips garbled, your entire body freezing underneath Dave’s. You come so hard you can’t even scream, flexing your fingers, squeezing your eyes shut, and letting the devastating shiver crash over you, a rush of warm air in wintertime.
You soak Dave’s cock, your cunt constricting around him, locking him inside you. He groans, his hand on your back curling in your hair, hauling you upright so your back is pressed to his chest.
He supports your limp body, his arm banding across your breasts, his mouth fixing itself to the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You tilt your head back against him to give him all the access he wants, and he makes a gruff noise of acknowledgement, smattering your skin with love bites as he reaches his climax.
He pumps shallowly, cock pulsing with every spurt of hot cum he dumps inside you. You grind down on him, cock-drunk, and Dave growls like a dog, gripping you tighter as if to hold you in place. His teeth find your jaw, then the spot beneath your ear, and his fingers squeeze your ribs so tight that you're locked in his arms. Just the way he likes it.
He finishes emptying his balls inside you and exhales, mending any superficial damage he did with his teeth by pressing his lips to the spots in question. “Knew you were a biter,” you giggle.
Dave smiles against your cheek. “Yeah? How's that?”
“Dreamed about it.”
He gently pulls out of you, a little forlorn at the sight of his cum dripping out of your abused pussy in thick globs. He’ll just have to rectify that later. “Need to clean you up, pretty girl. Can you walk?”
You wiggle your ass at him, sagging back down onto the mattress. “What if I want to keep you inside?”
Dave answers by placing two fingers on your clit and spreading his cum around your pussy, stuffing some back inside. Your cheeks redden, his name feeble on your tongue. “Let’s clean you up so I can fill you again.”
You shuffle off the bed and grab his arm for support. “Well, that should do fine. Lead the way.”
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Neither of you feels like sleeping. Or getting dressed.
His bed fits two people perfectly. It was lonely before. Now, it's yours, too. Your warm, sated body is tucked up against him, your cheek resting on his chest as you listen to his heartbeat. It's strong and assured. There isn't a part of him that wavers.
It's just past two in the morning. Outside, it's still. The idle noises of nighttime carry on, the occasional rumble of a car driving by or crickets chirping nothing new. But it feels different now. Things are quieter.
“Dave,” you whisper, drawing a small sun over his heart. He hums, tracing shapes of his own up and down your back. “I think we should get married.”
His chin knocks into the side of your head as he looks down at you. “What?”
Your soft laugh echoes in his ears. “I’m not saying this because you were just inside me. Think about it—if we marry before my father can throw me into a senator’s arms, he won't have any choice but to back off. His reputation matters more to him than anything.” You shift slightly so you're lying on top of him, hovering close to his face. “And you matter more to me than Brock ever could.”
His entire body is buzzing. He can feel the tremors from his scalp to his feet. You want to marry him. Holy fucking Christ.
It’s a good idea. If a legal document binds the two of you, your father will have no grounds to force you into a marriage with Brock. You've lived in Dave’s home for the past six months. You know him inside and out. You aren't afraid of what he is.
He's already devoted himself to you. He has no problem writing it in a vow.
Dave tucks your hair behind your ear and cups your face. The simple touch makes your eyes droop sleepily. “Sweetheart,” he says, thumb stroking your jaw. “Is this really what you want?”
“Dave, I don't want anybody else.” You dip your head and litter kisses along his jawline. “I want you. You make me happy.”
He must have taken a right turn among the many wrongs to get here.
“I want you to understand something,” he says, “before you make this choice.”
Your eyes are clear as glass, but you humour him with a smile. “Mhm.”
Dave searches your face, its dips and curves and soft planes, sprawling out along the valley in his mind. It's dotted with vibrant flowers and speckled with dewdrops. Maybe it’s Heaven. But if he takes you forever, binding himself to you, there will be no Heaven. There is no choice but for you to tumble down toward the earth alongside him, locked together in orbit. He cannot ascend. But you can fall together.
“This is real,” he says.
“It’s real,” you echo, your hand trailing up and down his bicep.
“This won't be some public political move. This is a marriage. I’m going to treat it like a marriage.” He twirls a lock of your hair around his index finger. You're real. You’re not a dream. He’s been inside you, kissed you, promised you things. He intends to keep those promises. “I’m not letting you go once I have you.”
“You already have me,” you tell him, “so you can hold on as tight as you want.”
Dave’s grip on your waist tightens. “Mrs. York,” he murmurs, eyes fixed to your lips.
“Mmm. Has a nice ring to it.” You beam at him, threading your fingers through his. “Speaking of rings…”
“You’re getting a real proposal, baby. Don't think for a second I’m telling you a thing about it.” Dave lifts his brows expectantly. “Now kiss me.”
Wrapped around one another, two people with waxen wings on their backs give into the lure of sleep and let their worst days slip idly away behind them.
#dave york#dave york fanfiction#dave york x you#dave york smut#dave york x reader#dave york x female reader#pedro pascal fic#equalizer 2#suburban murder daddy#kiwisbell's fics
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sorry for being a little shit and asking so much (I asked twice 🏳️🏳️) but do u PERHAPS write like, idk maybe sorta fluff?? but not hardcore fluff. something in me just wants to see brother!sukuna x sister!reader but not smut or anything. ^_^
also, I’m not anonymous so I don’t rlly need a sign off but it’ll still be 🫧🕊️ bc I’m greedy. please and ty in advance! Ik writing can be tiring and so can getting tons of requests :’)
Brother Sukuna
A/n: so it’s obi gonna be out of character cuz sukuna but more so it’s gonna probably be atleast a little unrealistic bc I have a twin brother, who is anything but sukuna-like.(for reference, he’s a big shot in our schools band, the only one who made state and lowkey a nerd) I’ll try my best tho lol
C/w: NOT A SHIP. PURELY PLATONIC. mentions of bullying, as well as assault. (Neither done by Sukuna).
First and foremost, protective but not in the way you’d expect. If you ever come to him complaining about people bullying you he’d probably brush it off and tell you to not concern yourself with others opinions, but then the next day those same bully’s were beaten into a pulp
An actual menace. A prankster if you will. Bluring the line between playful and hands down annoying. Take for example, drinking your drinks you put in the fridge to get cold, eating snacks you bought for yourself(he’s a fatass), NEVER PUTS THE TOILET SEAT DOWN, blasts music when your trying to sleep, takes controllers from you when he needs them, at anytime without asking permission, the list goes on.
But he does have equal amount good quality’s as he does bad ones. Despite his annoying habits, he makes up for it in other things. He drives you to places, anytime he’s bring home food he will get you something too(50/50 chance if he asked you or picks for you), and 11 out of 10 times sides with you in arguments you have with people. Additionally, he will also show up to any events you want him too, even if sometimes begrudgingly so. I can also imagine him getting pissed off if you try to compensate him for anything like gas or food, offended you think he’s poor
He gives me stoner vibes. So, as a sibling, he wouldn’t let you do anything till ur an adult and once u are he would only give u his stuff when your together and safe
At any point if you ever text him that your in trouble and need him to pick you up, he’s immediately on his way without a second thought. He might be a dick sometimes but he doesn’t play when it comes to your safety
Speaking of safety, if anyone victimizes you, more than just regular bullying I’m talking physical or sexual assault, he will do a whole lot more than just beat them up. Let’s just say he’s not afraid of being potentially jailed. Knowing the justice system, even if he did end up in jail he’d probably have a not terrible time, seeing as people who killed/severely ingured an assaulter are often respected
As children, when you would roughhouse he would find himself holding back and letting you win. As much as he likes to antagonize you he won’t ever hurt you
In summary, he’s genuinely very caring but never shows it. It kills his tough guy personality but deep down he does care for you deeply
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fluff#sukuna fluff#ryomen sukuna#sukuna#jujutsu kaisen ryomen#jjk ryomen#jujutsu ryomen#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader#sukuna x you#sukuna x reader#ryomen x reader
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I finally convinced myself to watch the 4th episode of the pjo show. Overall, it was probably the show’s strongest episode so far. That being said, I think it’s fair to say that I am not clicking with this show. I’m not saying the show isn’t good. It definitely has its moments, so it’s a fine show. But as a book to tv show adaptation of pjo, I don’t think it’s very good. I guess my expectations were way too high since I was promised that this is a true adaptation that has everything you would want in a pjo show, but seeing as I don’t feel that way, I can’t say that promise has been fulfilled.
The actors are great, but I find the writing and the overall direction of the show very dull. It’s just not something that keeps my attention personally. I have to convince myself to watch these episodes since they aren’t hitting that obsession that keeps you interested, and while watching, it’s very hard for me to stay watching because it’s just not pulling me in. Anyways, here’s some specific thoughts regarding this episode:
Like a lot of my mutuals, I am not too big of a fan of the flashback with Percy and Sally in the pool. Sally does not feel like the same character that she is in the books. She’s a lot kinder and more mindful of her actions in the books than she is in the show. I get what the flashback was trying to convey, but I honestly don’t think it worked. I remember that Sally had been described as someone who doesn’t raise her voice, and I feel like the writers have disregarded a lot of her prior characterization in the name of her being a #girlboss. To me it feels like they created a brand new character and slapped Sally Jackson’s name on them. “That’s not Sally Jackson! That’s an oc committing identity fraud” vibes
They are really shoving it down our throats that Percy does not like the gods. Which isn’t bad, but I feel like he still needs more time to grow into the resentment that he’s showing
Kinda weird that Annabeth was talking nice about her dad. And I’m more sympathetic towards her dad than most, but he still wasn’t great so giving him praise felt a little off. Not a huge fan of blaming only the stepmother. The misogyny is real
Sleepy, grouchy Grover was cute
The cameo of the centaurs leading into the conversation about Pan and searchers was nice. I wish the show talked about this being Grover’s last chance at getting his searchers license since that was a big part of his character arc in tlt, but idk if that’s ever going to happen
The cops on the train were awful. If this show got one thing right, it’s the fact that cops suck and don’t help
I felt like there was too much of Echidna in this episode. Idk, if you’re going to try to build up a monster, she’s not the one I would have picked
Going off of that, they definitely tried to build tension in this episode, unlike in previous episodes, but it just didn’t work. Like it was too obvious that she was supposed to be a monster without actually giving any tension for the viewers. It’s still very much telling and not showing which is a huge flaw of this show
I’m honestly not a fan of the arch being a temple of Athena. I guess it’s cool for world building, but it just feels too convenient. I did like that Annabeth was stating facts, but to me it felt less like her geeking out and more like her showing off the temple’s greatness
Grover and Annabeth splashing Percy in the fountain was funny but it would have been the perfect opportunity to introduce nectar and ambrosia since they have yet to be brought up
Bad parent Athena rep 🫡
Having Percy trick Annabeth to switch places with her was a nice nod to Percy’s loyalty
I felt like the whole scene at the arch was missing the chaos that was present in the book. Idk it just felt so dry to me
The fight between Percy and the chimera was so underwhelming. There was a lot more tension and chaos and moving parts in the book that the show just is refusing to show. Also, I’m getting tired of Percy being flung around. Let him build up some skill before Ares
The water grabbing Percy when he fell out of the arch was funny but I personally wouldn’t have done the scene that way
The underwater scene was lacking imo. I feel like a broken record by saying I liked it better in the books, but it’s true
Episode was way too short and the show’s pacing is way too fast
#at this point i’m only watching to see how they’re going to wrap this up#not bc i like it (unfortunately)#pjo adaptation#pjo#percy jackson and the olympians#skys post
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Headcanons for Modern Aemond Targaryen, Aegon Targaryen, and Jacaerys Velaryon having a crush on you
this is probably so bad but here you go
Aemond
-you’re not super close friends, but you’re besties with his sister so he sees you around a lot, you two are in the same class and she’s a year older so he has classes with you at uni etc
-he stalks your Tumblr/finsta, this man has absolutely zero chill. he's back in your EARLY insta posts from like 2013 when insta first started and no one knew how to use it (he's gonna be like oh she reblogged this celeb that looks kinda like me???? oooo that's a quote about having a crush hmmmmm)
-if you recommend a show/book/movie, he will watch it religiously, this dude is gonna read way too much into it. like if it was even something like “captain America”, he’s thinking omg do they think we’re like Steve and Peggy??? wow we could totally be Steve and Peggy!!
-ever since he overheard you mention you think leather jackets are hot in a conversation with helaena, he has taken to wearing leather around you allllll the time (you aint complaining tho lets be real)
-if he thinks you’re flirting with another guy, he’s gonna get v quiet and sulky. if its at a party, he will be in the corner watching, shooting the guy dirty looks and willing him to go away
-he gets lost in his head fantasizing about you guys and your future together and aegon makes soooo much fun of him because he will deadass zone out looking at you
-he has a playlist on his phone of a bunch of songs he’s dedicated to you but will never tell you including but not limited to “I wanna be yours” by the arctic monkeys, “stolen” by dashboard confessional (he low-key fantasizes about y'all dancing to this at your wedding), “I will follow you into the dark” by death cab for cutie (he is just a sweet lil emo boi)
-when he finally asks you out, he’s gonna act super suave and confident but this boy is SWEATING like he feels like he cannot breathe because you are looking at him and wow this is a lot of pressure
Aegon
-you’re in the same friend group but not like BESTIES, still pretty good friends
-youre very close with his little brother aemond tho which annoys the shit out of him
-you guys have a 49 day snap streak going and every day he thinks to himself, today is the day I'm sending a nude but he’s never gonna actually do it (unless you send him one first)
-screenshots all of your thirst traps from ig he got an album on his phone this dude’s a perv lets be real
-he skips class to smoke weed with you behind the bleachers, that’s y’alls thing
-former manwhore, but ever since he realized he likes you he’s genuinely trying to do better (and anyway, the meaningless sex isn’t as much fun anymore when you be pining over someone)
-definitely gives “heyyy you up” vibes
-”haha lets play the question game (: what's ur favorite color? do u like being on top or bottom?“ = him 100%
-when you mention that you have a tinder he definitely makes a tinder and super likes you the minute you pop up, this is his way of making a move because he’s too much of a little bitch to do so otherwise
Jace
-SIMP SIMP SIMP central
-he’s always hyping you up on your selfies, “that's my bestie they're so hot!!”
-you guys have been best friends since you were kids and have a whole mutual pining thing going
-you vent to aegon about it because they’re still family/homies but not close enough where he will rat you out
-”how come you and Jace aren't dating yet” ”he doesn’t like me aegon!!” “bitch if you start this shit with me ONE MORE TIME”
-his parents adore you, like they will always ask you to stay for dinner, ask him when he's gonna ask you out
-Luke and Joffrey are your little wingmen for real “when will y/n become my real sister” and Jace is like ???? pls stop
-he def has a letter he’s written to you “to all the boys” style and Luke and Joffrey send it because they are FUCKING SICK of this nonsense
-at first you think it’s a joke because why would your perfect best friend who you’ve been in love with all your life want you??
-but he’s like nononono its real im in love with you
-friends to lovers <3 <3 <3
#Jace velaryon x reader#jacaerys x reader#Aegon x reader#aegon ii x reader#aemond x reader#hotd fic#hotd x reader#house of the dragon fic#hotd headcanon
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⨳ hindering studies — mha
starring. bakugou & you
plot. your grumpy bestfriend tells you he's busy after class, yet you give no fucks—letting yourself in, you wait in his dorm so you can simply vibe to his music and pen scribbling.
genre. fluff, comfort(?)
cw. swearing obviously, reader had a bad day, maybe ooc bakugou? not rly sure but kinda
notes. found a nice little video on yt that followed this plot just a bit, though ive added alot to it lol. thought sleeping in his bed while he studied sounded nice asf so here u are! feedback on how i write him is extremely helpful, and im sorry if u dont like or know these songs! u can replace them with others if ud like:)
likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! <3
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“what’re you even doin’ here?”
wrapped up in his duvet, bakugou’s gruff voice drags you out of your once half-asleep state. you lift your head slightly and give him no answer, eyes raking over his mien of annoyance. he sighs, shoving off his shoes aggressively.
“you know i’m busy, so why do you keep hangin’ around like a lost puppy dog or some shit?”
his words of irritation would sting if you didn’t know any better—he enjoys your presence, atleast more than anyone else’s. he may still claim you’re an extra, but his sleepy murmurs on the nights neither of you can sleep say otherwise. you huff loud enough for bakugou to hear, his mirage of disliking you is embarrassingly fake.
“don’t mind me, i’m not even here.”
“whatever.” he grumbles, beginning the trek around his dorm to find his studying supplies. his notes, a pencil or two, and his speaker—the last part is very important. as his digits land on the object, you can’t help but sit up abruptly.
“wait! can i play a song this time, too?” your voice is woven in excitement, hoping to flaunt your music taste. while it isn't very far from his, you have a couple songs that you feel he might enjoy.
he shoots a glare your way. “no.”
he presses the on button firmly as you plead in the background, “just one! please, kats?”
“fine, just put it on the queue and go back to fuckin’ sleep so i can study.” you feverishly snatch his phone at this, bakugou grumbling once again after caving in at the use of his nickname.
handing his device back, you hands brush briefly and you have to force yourself to think of other things, a blush creeping onto your cheeks at the feeling of the minute contact. even though you’ve both fallen asleep beside each other, you still fluster easily.
hopping back into his bed, it creaks softly with the movement. as you rest your head on his pillow, a beat begins to fill the room. ghosting by mother mother, you can immediately recognize it considering you adore the song. you mumble a ‘love this song’ as you snuggle further into the sheets.
bakugou only responds with ‘tch’, but he knows you do, and that may be the reason why he’s so fond of it—you like it, of course. his brows are furrowed together as the pencil drags across his paper, faint music adding to the soothing ambience.
he slightly adjusts the volume, upping it a bit as he knows it’s not super late and no one’s sleeping. your eyes begin to feel heavy, moments before your song pops on the list.
insomniac by memo boy, your current fixation. the first few beats play out and you thrum along with it, drumming your fingers on bakugou’s silky black sheets. your eyes are now screwed shut vehemently with the music, a smile gracing your features as bakugou speaks up.
“i’ve heard this before.” his tone is efficacious at hiding how he feels about it, signaling a small frown on your face.
“do you like it?”
there’s a beat of silence from him and your frown deepens.
“..it’s okay.” this time, he sounds reluctant to admit those words. thankfully, you understand bakugou language, a grin forming on your lips as you now achieved your goal—he likes the song you showed him, and is probably adding it to his playlist.
you stifle a laugh with his pillow, “yeah, yeah. i’ll remember that when i hear it down the hall.”
“shut it, dumbass.”
you hum in acknowledgement, a wide smile plastered on your face as you shift from your previous position. as bakugou’s new favorite song ends(simply because it’s your favorite), the room quiets, save for the scribbles of his pencil here and there.
“you gonna play another song? the silence is deafening, katsuki.” while you’re only teasing, the silence does feel a bit odd—you can just slightly hear crickets chirping outside his window.
“don't be stupid, ’course i am. just go back to sleep or somethin’.” you can practically hear the miniature smile in his words, the banter between you both never fails to raise your mood and vise-versa.
with that, you register his phone being placed back down onto his desk, jealous by eyedress bouncing around the dorm. you hum along, the mellow yet vibrant beat finally enervates you into sleep.
bakugou swivels in his chair to converse with you about a question, only to find your eyes closed peacfully as soft breathes escape your barely parted lips.
being solicitous of your well-being and knowing you need the rest, he lowers the volume by a bit, eyes leering on your sleeping form for a moment more that he intended. you just look so adorable, wrapped up in his blanket so peacefully like you are—though, he’ll take that thought to his grave.
after while, you stir in your sleep, the bed creaking as extra weight is placed upon it. “katsuki..?” you murmur, raising a hand to rub your eyes.
“shh, go back to sleep, idiot.”
his voice is hushed, causing you to smile up at him in the now dark dorm-room. “m’kay.”
shuffling around to wrap your arms around him, you notice he’s adorning one of his famous tank tops. was he planning to nap with you? contently, you begin to drift off once more before his voice draws you out of sleep.
“hey, (y/n)?”
you nod into his chest, figuring he can feel it. bakugou stalls for a moment, and that’s when you realize he’s put insomniac quietly on replay. the revelation causes your heart to flutter, though you tell yourself it’s simply because he likes it enough to play it this much.
he clears his throat, “did you, um, have a shitty day or somethin’?”
his question throws you off, causing you to shift uncomfortably on his side. you nod again, before correcting yourself.
“well, i wouldn’t say it was shitty, just not ideal.”
“the way you said that frames it as a shitty day.”
“‘m sorry.” you bury yourself further into him, wishing you could just skip class tomorrow and lay in bed with him instead.
he frowns, not that you can see. “don’t apologize, dumbass. if you had a shitty day, then you had a shitty day. the thing that matters is that you got through it, alright?” he tightens his grip on your torso, rubbing your arm in attempted comfort.
even with his usually boorish attitude, he has a way with his words when he’s worried. he can feel you grin against him, and he knows he’s done a good job—he made you smile and that was his goal, now he can nap with you in peace.
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feedback is extremely meaningful!
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♡ txt as sassy boyfriends
pairing: ot5!txt x reader
genre: crack
warnings: completely unserious.
a/n: working on masterlist and intro post and all soon. REQUESTS ARE OPEN BTW!! <3 tysm for all ur love. now onto the apocalypse of diva boyfriends... i got carried away
Yeonjun
He’ll “K” you if you piss him off
Actually just a sassy texter in general, but the “K” is the cherry on top because it’s like an invitation to curse him out.
Also an avid user of the eye-roll emoji.
you: who was that girl u were talking to??
yj: girl 💀
Oh! Okay!
I actually feel like he would “girl.” you a lot.
LIKE - he could be sassy outside of texting but he seriously gives me the vibe of someone who will deliberately and strategically leave you on “read” and “delivered” for hours.
Strikes me as loving to gossip about your life.
Is someone pissing you off at work? Omg spill, tell him every detail deep down in your brain that you wouldn’t even think of repeating in the mirror!
But ask him about his drama? Nosy. You’re nosy.
Don’t ask him? You don’t care.
Soobin
The facial expressions he pulls
He is so sweet
But if you say something that he is just not comprehending he is pulling the meanest face ever.
The eye-rolls, the snarls, the furrowed eyebrows, the sass shines through in that face.
Also gives the silent treatment real bad.
Thinking of that video where Yeonjun is like, “Are you actually upset??” and Soobin is giving 1. The dirtiest look ever 2. The cold shoulder.
He might also unintentionally say something super sarcastic and then shock both of you in the process.
“I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY I SAID THAT, DON’T LISTEN TO ME, DON’T TAKE ME SERIOUSLY, DON’T-”
He would give backhanded compliments because he thinks it’s helping to not hurt your feelings.
“Soobin, what do you think of my shoes?”
“Wow! They’re definitely unique! I wouldn’t have the confidence to wear-”
“Ok. I’m taking them off.”
Over-the-top reactions to very minuscule things.
Like, gets a stain on his shirt and gasps like he just saw a dead body and you’re like “???????????? are u ok????”
Beomgyu
Invented being a sassy boyfriend.
Everything the other ones do, he does, and then some.
But if I had to pick one thing that just screams Beomgyu it would be sucking his teeth when he’s annoyed.
He probably doesn't even realize he’s doing it so then when you call him out he’s like, “No, I literally didn’t.”
Also just says the most outrageous princess-behavior-ish things ever.
“Okay, I gtg get my beauty sleep in. Byeee!”
Like the pretty boys in movies, if you’re playfighting he’ll go, “Not my face!!!”
Drama queen. Always has to add a little flair no matter the situation.
if you're watching a sad movie together, he might start sobbing dramatically and saying things like, "this is too much for me to handle!" or "i can't take the heartbreak!" even if it's not that emotional of a scene.
Or asking you to play a game with him so he could deliberately beat you, and then getting all mad when you beat him, “I love you, a lot, so I was just letting you win..”
Taehyun
Sarcasm
Enough sarcasm and snarky comebacks to drive you crazy.
His smart mouth makes you want to smack him sometimes.
Also a dirty-look giver.
Picturing this exact scenario rn: You guys go out to eat, he gets something that looks good, and you ask, “Can I try it pleaassseeeee??”
Cue -_- “Are you serious.”
Don’t even try catching him off guard because he’ll come up with some sarcastic comeback in an instant.
I also think he would be mature when arguing but he could petty really quickly. Especially in a situation where you both know that you’re in the wrong.
“Ok, y/n, list one thing that justifies this situation.” Followed by silence for a solid minute. “Mmmhmm, right, nothing.”
Or if you say something wrong, he’ll just go, “No, that’s not right,” and then not fucking correct you and tell you why it isn’t right.
When you spill something or unintentionally make a mess, he’ll give you a round of applause before going to help you. (I do this tbh…)
Huening Kai
You learn early on that he has an attitude problem.
He also reads into things too much.
So if you give him a short answer, he thinks you’re giving him an attitude, and he fights fire with fire.
Tries soooooo hard to act like he doesn’t gaf about anything
“Kai, what do you want to eat? I’m about to order.”
“Ugh.. I don’t care….. like I guess some ramen or something would be good but like I don’t care…..”
“So, you want Ramen?”
“I mean I guess that sounds good, I don’t care but yeah it sounds good.”
Classic arms crossed hip popping mom pose.
He's a master of the eye roll and will do it often, especially when he thinks someone is being ridiculous or when you're being too extra.
But god forbid you call him extra, he might actually have an aneurysm.
The type to send you videos on TikTok and be annoyed if you just heart them but don’t give him an actual reaction.
In his mind, he is literally the next Christian Dior, and he’ll spend time putting an outfit together and act like he doesn’t care when you give him a compliment.
“Oh? This old thing? I just pulled out whatever from my closet, you know..”
But if you criticize him in anyway shape or form, he'll go off on a tangent about how he's a trendsetter and you just don't understand his vision.
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I don’t wanna bring any negativity over here and u can discard this if u want but honestly? Some of the asks you get about Veronica are so fuckin rude n it makes me rlly sad when I see all the hard work n effort u put into the comic. I love Veronica - she’s an imperfect character with a lot of likability, and a very fun character to follow around and watch. She’s fucking entertaining, which is the whole point of the comic.
You react to these comments so well, idek if u see them in a negative light, but the way u go about it is very mature and nice idk 😭😭
Once again v v sorry if I’m bringing any bad vibes here I just saw the latest ask and got kinda pissy LMAO. Ur doing amazing pls delete this if it bothers u ❤️
Fr thank you! I don't think people mean for it to be offensive as it's difficult to portray the emotions of text... At least for me. I just try and see everything as a positive message or banter!
I really appreciate that you see how much work I put into this. I am my own person with my own life and this comic, hell, the blog itself brings me so much joy like you wouldn't believe! I want to keep it entertaining and engaging! I want people to enjoy my work because I enjoy the love I receive back!
I'm all for constructive feedback. So don't think you can't suggest something because people's perspectives are everything! I mean, I went through the comic start to now and the amount I want to change is wild. If you think my character needs work, I'll work on her! But give me a suggestion on where you think I should improve.
I don't think you're bringing bad vibes, you're absolutely entitled to how you feel and I appreciate you coming here and telling me how much you like Veronica! 💗
I always try and keep positive ✌🏻
But again thank you so much for the love in this ask!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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The Ssum 2 is actually... not that bad?
It has been 14-ish days since The Ssum: Love From Today (or The Ssum Season 2 if we must) was released. We were introduced to a new character named June, a blonde cutie pie that looks kinda sad (?) and fragile (?) and reminds me of Yoosung from the very first picture release. His voice and the way he talks even gives off Yoosung vibe even more. The spoiler stated, “He has ties to someone from Mystic Messenger,” and I was like, OKAY YOOSUNG????? Or perhaps a little far off, RIKA????? Then bam it’s actually—welp if you haven’t played it yet then I’ll let you find it out yourself lol
The revelation received mixed reaction from “wtf” to “WTF??” and I gotta admit I was one of them who was like,,,,, why,,,,, but it didn’t get to make me stop playing June route because:
- The writing in this season actually gets better
Teo route was boring af (spoiler alert?) boi kept doing part time jobs, we got two couple fights that didn’t even make sense, and somehow he ended up getting involved in a cult like ??????? I know they were trying to build a slow pacing relationship that lasted 200 days and added many “realistic” things but fam this aint it. And don’t get me started with the waiting time in between his chats, like 20+ minutes to wait for him climbing a hill, in a bed time chat? Nah fuk u man
Harry route.... god I hate don’t like it very much because 1) he doesn’t make it easy for me at all, 2) some of MC options in the chat are either gold-diggerish, or very jealous, or mean, or ignorant, and I don’t wanna be that kinda person
Don’t get me wrong, Teo and Harry are good characters and their designs are cool but the storytelling... is really all over the place
Since the writer from Cheritz’s previous games including Mysme is making a comeback in this season for June, playing his route now I can really see the difference. June started off falling in love instantly for MC and in only like 5 days I found out he has terminal disease. Nice. Tragic and angsty and very Mysme of you, June
BUT other than that, the conversation flows nicely, not too short and too long, the waiting time is reasonable, and I love how we get to talk about the planets thing in the chat; MC telling June to write in Gratitude Diary, June telling MC that he likes to read stuffs in Root of Desire, Piu-Piu advising us to look around the planets as we wait for June. It makes a huge difference for me. The whole meeting-a-fateful-stranger-in-some-random-app concept feels more realistic, and those planets are now part of the story and not just there to... exist. Though, it does make me wonder if June has this battery thing going on for him too, and if that’s why he doesn’t call us as often as Teo used to (but I’m still on day 10 and he’s currently trying to recover his health, so perhaps he probably just doesn’t get the energy and time to call us often lolol)
AND I KINDA LIKE PIU-PIU HERE. It feels... useful and friendly now. Piu-Piu in Teo route feels like a mean sassy bird and Piu-Piu in Harry route is just weird and likes to invade people’s privacy
- June having ties with Mysme character
Yes, this is also another reason I keep playing. Finding out that this new lovable character has a relationship with one of my favorite characters from one of my favorite games? I’m sold. I don’t care if this is just some way of Cheritz to get Mysme players into The Ssum. They have the right to do so—I mean it’s their game??? Some people are also saying that Cheritz should just release another contents for Mysme rather than doing this with The Ssum, and I think that’s valid. But Mysme has been running for years already, and keeping an otome game around for this long must be very hard. Releasing another content for Mysme means that Cheritz must gather their old writers, old artists, and old voice actors and perhaps they don’t have the resources to do so
Ofc this reason might not be true and Cherits just simply doesn’t want to work on Mysme anymore, and that’s their decision I’d like to respect
Also, if Teo and Harry made me miss Mysme because of their poor writing, June here actually makes me want to play Mysme again because he’s related to ***** and it’s fun being able to see ***** from different perspective
Moreover I’d rather be a gf of June who has half-brother (oops) from Mysme than being Zen’s ex. Wtf was that
And who knows? Maybe we will get another chara who’s related to V next????? Idk tho it might be too much of a stretch but I’m not gonna complain lol
- Cheritz is trying their very best
Them using AI art is wrong, and they have addressed that issue so I won’t repeat it here. I just wanna acknowledge their effort in making a game we would enjoy. They're pretty fast in handling and responding to our complaints, they still give us some battery freebies in the game so people who can't afford batteries or subscription can save them to play, and tbh you don't have to purchase every paid option in the chat too (I know I don't). Some players also share the paid pictures online, so you can decide to pay just for the pictures you wanna keep. We have a friendly and helpful community ;_;
The subscription price is still too much for many players and I myself can’t afford it every month because I have a family to feed, but I try to understand that in the end Cheritz is still an independent company that has to make profit. They have to pay rent, their employees, and people who work with them. I encourage people who can afford to keep supporting them, and those who can’t, I’m sure Cheritz appreciates our support and feedback just as much!
In conclusion, I just love them and I hope they keep up with the hard work
I want to say much more tbh but I’m kinda tired so now I’ll get back to work—while waiting for June for our lunch chat
#cheritz#thessum#mysme#the ssum#the ssum june#thessum_june_review#thessum june review#the ssum observatory lab june#p.s i love teo i really do
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Okay but my boy Gaz😩😩😩😩 I’m seriously going into 2023 manifesting that man. Can the ppl (me) get husband Gaz headcanons and how he’d treat his spouse? (I get the vibe he’d be all for princess treatment) Can there also be dad Gaz? <3
Im going to use this post for husband!gaz and ill make a seperate post for dad!gaz :))
sfw & nsfw below, afab reader
kyle is the definition of a devoted partner. the dream man!!!
like i said in his headcannons, his love language is quality time. he loves spending any time he can with his partner, and especially loves going on little getaways to new cities and destinations and spoiling them
he is more casual about dates. he will do the whole dress up and fancy restaurant thing but he much prefers eating fast food in his car and driving somewhere with a view listening to your playlists
OH MAN this boy will make u little dedicated playlists every once in a while and its so sweet :) titled like “my sunshine” “listen to this when you miss me” and its just songs that you guys discovered together on your drives
very thoughtful about gift giving! will remember if you prefer silver or gold jewelry, remembers your favorite foreign candies, etc
loves all the pet names. hardly calls you by your name its always love, darling, princess, baby
constantly taking photos of you ! keeps polaroids in his phone case, wallet, and on his walls
especially nsfw ones :))) particularly his cum on you. on your boobs, dripping out of you, on your ass
multiple rounds kinda dude. he sees his cum in/on you, hes hard again sorry
god he is all about body worship in this bedroom
praises you the entire time and a big fan of eye contact
he calls you all the time and most of the time it’s very innocent and asks oh about your day and gossips about price to you
but he is such a perv… sometimes your voice just turns him on and he will start touching himself while you are just talking about something you did that day
his breath will hitch and you just know
fucking cums in his pants if you jokingly shame him about it. like “i’m just telling you about my day and you have to stroke your dick? i know you aren’t that much of a perv, kyle,” and he GROANS
gaz can be subby sometimes, as a treat
how could you not indulge him in phone sex
if he does the grocery shopping by himself for some reason, expect to have so many snacks but no ingredients for any actual meals
and he is so bad at making lists he just goes to the store and raw dogs it
so now its a rule that you have to be present for grocery shopping- he is not to be trusted
he loves hosting at your guys’ house!!! especially wants to be the house to host christmas dinners
plays bartender all night and LOVES it
gifts from gaz are always very sentimental but unexpected. like getting you a bracelet that has his vows engraved in tiny tiny writing
he cries at meaningful moments, like at your wedding, during a reunion where he’s been gone for a while. he just gets choked up
in tune with his emotions and talks about how he feels very openly ( at least with you ) if he is worried about something he will always ask for your perspective and it helps him process things
because he can have a fiery temper sometimes so he really wants to work on seeing things from your point of view. never would gets physical or anything, but he can say some mean things or shut you out
when you notice him making progress in this you always praise him and let him know you recognize his efforts and suddenly he is all mushy
the guys know almost everything about you, even if you have never met them. he talks about you all the time
“what movie are we watching? oh yeah my partner loves that movie.” and “my partner makes the best fucking cookies in the world”
one time you got up in the morning before him and made a little breakfast for you both and when he woke up and saw that he teared up and said “im fond of you, you know?” and it was just so cute that now you both say that to each other for little things
he enjoys taking walks with you, particularly with to-go coffees in hand
people watches with you and you guys make up conversations that you think strangers are having
its his favorite pass-time honestly
back to sexy time
he really likes your neck, spends a lot of time there during foreplay. you have to be really diligent if you don’t want him to leave any marks there
loves being on the bottom when he is dominant. just sitting back and telling you what to do and how to do it and seeing you get tired/cock drunk is his favorite
steals a few of your panties to take with him when hes gone. hes a lowkey perv im telling yall
he asked you to marry him one night after like 4 rounds of fucking, he just could not hold it in anymore
promises to make it up to you with a romantic date later but tbh you didn’t mind
#kyle garrick#kyle gaz garrick#gaz#gaz x reader#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare 2#genie writes cod#this one makes me soft i wanna hold his hand and i wanna choke on his cock !!! thanks
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Astro Observations pt.8 (a little dark)💄
TW: mention of miscarriage
my mother has prominent lameia (248) on her chart and has had many miscarriages. Since lameia asteroid signifies miscarriages and stuff like that no wonder she's gone through that.
theres this post i saw about having an afflicted moon in 4h and "makes the person’s mother violent, angry, unnurturing, selfish, and rude" which is true
if the asteroid nemesis (128) is touching your inner planets you might be prone to going through a lot of traumatic shit
12h stelliums have pisces like features or personality traits
Having alot of Aries degrees and cancer degrees might mean your very emotional and it shows or you may have a rbf 😭😭
VIRGO RISINGS BE HAVING BIG ASS RYES BRU I SWEAR
pisces risings probably LOVED shit that had to do w mermaids when they were young
Yeah 8h venus ppl can be physically a attractive but it’s their energy that’s very magnetic
Aquarius or Sagittarius placements like studying different religions or cultures from what I’ve seen
Yes fixed signs are prideful, but the stereotype of Leo’s being prideful is true sometimes but it depends on what house or degree they have it in etc. , for example some poeple say that Leo’s don’t own up to things, I have a Leo mars and moon and I do own up to my things even if it’s bad.
Pisces Venus , 8h Venus , 12h Venus give me “Cant feel my face” by The Weeknd vibes when their in love
Gemini venuses are not cheaters nor Gemini placements in general please stop saying that when yk damn well anyone can cheat!!
Having your moon in an Aries degree could indicate you handling your anger by throwing or destroying stuff because you can’t properly express ur anger right but all this depends on what house or sign ur moon is tho (this applies more to the people who have a fire moon at an Aries degree)
Your close friends can Atleast share one or more placements you have for ex: my bestfriend shares almost all the placements on my chart but we act differently sometimes , she has sag sun, Scorpio moon, Scorpio rising, Capricorn mercury , Sagittarius Venus , Leo mars, and Aquarius Lilith. While i have sag sun, leo moon, Aries rising, Capricorn mercury etc. While we both have the same mercury we communicate very differently because I have my mercury in the 9h and 0 degrees while she has her mercury in her 2h at 10 degrees. She also has a twin brother who has the same exact chart as her but it also matters on the degrees etc. BYE WHY IS THIS SO RANDOM😭😭
8h placements literally get shade for no reason at all like yesterday some girl was looking at me weird and because I had a charger in my purse?? like girl what and some dude that was sitting next to me was literally talking shit abt me RIGHT NEXT TO ME when I didn’t even do nothing like leave me be 😞😞
Capricorn risings or being saturn dominant usually have a boney bone structure or rlly skinny sometimes
Mars-Neptune aspects are really good at lying because of how much people like them and how much creativity they got when it comes to that
Aries risings May ignore their intuition a lot of times or just fire signs risings in general sometimes
LEMME TELL U MARS RISING SIGNS LOVE HOT THINGS LIKE HOT SHOWERS OR JACUZZIS
Pisces risings and Libra risings Can have like rlly pretty eyes or can sometimes fit that blonde hair blue eyed standard.. (but this all depends on genetics, dna etc)
It’s like the universe is a prideful towards me like everytime i say nothing gonna happen the thing happens like wtf😞😞
WHY ARE SCORPIO PLACEMENTS SO PARANOID LIKE GIRL THERE AINT NO THIRD PARTY READING OUR MSGS STOP DELETING THEM😭💀
Idk why but I’ve seen earth signs and cancer signs that r dudes MAJOR anime fans when they were young and still r sometimes. They probably debate abt which anime character is better☠️
people think I’m ignorant just bc I don’t care abt whatever is happening and I think it’s bc of my Capricorn mercury
Aries risings are so calm when there’s some chaotic shit happening
Leo’s give off that mean girl vibe but rlly sweet when u get to know them
My mom has a cancer rising but has it in a Leo degree so no wonder she has a lion like type of face and she has a lion tattoo on her chest 😭😭
I think the degrees in your ascendant can also tribute to ur physical appearance
#Spotify#spotify#astrology#art#astrology observations#music#asteroid astrology#astrology chart#mf doom#playlist#rap
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Hi!! I just wanted to say that I am obsessed with your Bluestreak x Sunstreaker art!! It is amazing! And I am so happy to have found a fellow Bluestreak x Sunstreaker shipper! I'd love to hear any headcaonons you have about the two of them??
AAAAANDNFBFNF THANK YOU
And tell me about m8 i can’t find many other sunny and blue shippers it’s a true tragedy UnU
maybe after i answer this i’ll post a comic of them i never finished cause there really isn’t enough fan works of them seriously :0
If u have any headcanons yourself btw i’d love to hear them
(my headcanons beneath the cut)  i warn u i’m very bad at articulating my thoughts so this is gonna be messy
- I love the differences in writing between blue and sunstreaker, how blue is talkative and energetic but can be seen as too much, while sunny is very reserved, and creative but incredibly cocky
- sunstreaker being more quiet and blue being more talkative complement each other so so well. blue doesn’t have to be scared he’s gonna overwhelm sunny (and if he does he trusts sunny to tell him) and sunny isn’t shooed aside in conversations because he only talks when he feels what is he says is important.
- 100% believe tho in terms of couples they would be the most obnoxiously in ur face couple on the ark, pda all the way baby. sunstreaker wouldn’t really give a shit what people think and bluestreak is really just vibing and happy to be around him
u name it, hugs, cuddling, little pecks throughout the day, u cannot get away from the pda.
- Sunstreaker got a shovel talk from prowl and smokescreen (mostly prowl and jazz made fun of him afterwards for being so protective)
bluestreak did not, however, get one from sideswipe because it is constantly implied to everyone that if one twin is picked on the other is right around the corner ready to start throwing elbows
- sideswipe and smokescreen were definitely on the side making bets on if they would get together
smokescreen lost a lot of money
- sunstreaker taught bluestreak how to defend himself in close hand to hand combat and in turn bluestreak showed sunstreaker how to locate snipers and avoid there line of sight
- bluestreak doesn’t paint but loves sunstreakers art he thinks he’s super talented and has art sunstreaker gives on display in his habsuite
- before only sideswipe was allowed to call sunstreaker nicknames (sunny, sunshine) in private
even tho that never stopped sides from embrassing sunstreaker in front of all their peers
but bluestreak is allowed to use ‘sunny’ in public. sideswipe thinks it’s hilarious 
not ship related ig?
- bluestreak isn’t actually related to prowl and smokey but they adopted him as a younger brother and jazz as kind of a brother in-law
-bluestreak had a family before the fall of praxus but lost them all in the bombing
-sunstreaker and sideswipe grew up near and working in the gladiator pits
- sunstreaker stopped painting for a long time after they joined the war and sideswipe tried to encourage his brother but it wasn’t until they landed on earth that he started again
sorry if this was long and poorly written I have to work midnight shift tonight and i’m very eepy
if anyone has any headcanons throw em at me >:}
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I’m so dogshit at art and writing but if I was better I would draw a comic of an au of Danny phantom where instead of the portal incident turning Danny into phantom, it gives him an affinity for the supernatural which leads him and his friends ghost (and supernatural adjacent) hunting because of sam’s egging on for them to bank on this opportunity.
But slowly, as the plot progresses, they realise that Danny didn’t just get kinda spookier and better at attracting spooky things. That he might be More Changed then they realised and it could even culminate into a big reveal thing where Sam realises that she’s actually responsible for permanently irreversibly changing her friend by making him get into that portal that day. Think of it as a kind of character arc for Sam kinda. Learning that her actions have consequences, especially since she’s a rich kid and she may still need to learn this lesson. And what better way to learn it then to literally kill your best friend lmao
Also this could lead to more level power sets between the trio and giving them all chances to shine on equal grounds, at least until Danny realises he’s less alive then he thought.
The accident would’ve hospitalised Danny but other then his heart stopping then restarting and various other spooky things he comes out the other side (seemingly) unscathed, which means Sam doesn’t feel as bad when she realises Danny can attract the paranormal now and therefore attempts to drag him and tucker ghost hunting with her.
Danny doesn’t get a transformation until much later on in the plot and the only physical indicators of his accident are maybe some white hair and occasional green eye flashes. Maybe slight bioluminescence in the dark, as a treat.
I love ectoplasm being spooky juice that can tear u apart from the inside so after the accident sometimes danny would have times where he would throw up ectoplasm and blood and stuff and see flashes of things he doesn’t understand. (Body horror woohoo!!)
Danny keeps a lot of the more gory stuff from his friends and doesn’t tell them about his ‘episodes’ or his weird hallucinations or anything.
The Fenton’s are just as Insane to everyone else as ever because ghosts are a little less in your face and only a pinch more subtle and spooky. I think the fentons would be slightly less intense tho, not too much because I love their insanity, but enough so it makes their threat to Danny as he slowly realises hes less human much more menacing and less slapstick.
In this the ghost fights would be less catastrophic and more spooky. There would be far less property damage but the risks instead would now be genuine horror movie possession, mysterious deaths, being tripped out of windows and stairs, blood on the walls, spontaneous heart attacks among many others. I’m not sure how to best explain the vibes i have in my head rn but the threat would still very much be there but it would be less solve-able through flashy fist-fights in the sky. Hell I’ve got an image of a house mysteriously being set ablaze.
Their methods for removing the ghosts would be far less sci-fi too and more like trying to solve murders to stop angry murderous ghosts and demon banishing with salt and jazz. Maybe Sam uses her occult knowledge and gets really into a type of witchcraft, maybe there’s an arc where she somehow learns more about her ancestors and the founders of the town. I dunno¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (not to say there’s no sci-fi at all- that’s a pretty fundamental part of danny phantom me thinks, I think it’d be more along the lines of ghostbusters logic tho maybe)
another cool idea: Danny sees flashes of a ghosts life when he enters their haunt or gets near them, and the ‘visions’ eventually show him their death. This can fuck him up or just be mildly traumatic whichever best fits.
I feel like even after getting his ‘ghost’ form there should still be several drawbacks. Maybe he’s less physical? Maybe he coughs up blood? Maybe he just doesn’t like being dead? Maybe he loses himself a little? Who knows! I don’t
A lot of thoughts about this but I’m not sure how to word it, so have at thee tumblr if anyone sees this
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which zb1 member would be which Disney prince,, I'm curious 🎤
Not cherrie giving me the best questions to answer 💜💜💜 when it’s literally 6am and my insomnia won’t leave me alone 😭
On principle, I find Disney’s portrayal of the princes as very shallow and gender-norm enforcing (i’m sorry I feel very strongly abt this😅) we are not fans so instead I’d probably go for what Disney princess movie fits the vibe of which member when I assign them to princes. I’m also going to be rewriting that movie as I go, sorry in advance to the purists
Pls note I’ve not great at headcanons and indecisive as hell so here we go ~
Jiwoong: The Beast/Prince Adam
If this man could play a Prince in a drama, this is the kind of content I’d pay for
Just like my hogwarts headcanon, man probably invited the sorceress to dinner and asked to be turned into a beast because everyone just liked his face
And he thought he’d be better off if someone liked his personality
Yes he asks for his servants to be turned into furniture for shit and giggles but not like permanently, maybe they all go back to normal at night
reader wonders why he always insist not that they don’t go to the west wing at night. It’s not just the rose but that’s where he and the servants go to like chill and be their human selves (this is getting a little Cupid and psyche lol)
Hao: Prince Eric (The Little Mermaid)
Just the scene of him playing his violin and mer reader listening from a distance
Sometimes they sing along while Hao is playing and Hao is like woah who dat
They probably met as kids and he gave mer reader his old violin because they were curious
Definitely have it displayed in the center of their collection
Wants to be human to hear Hao play more
Hanbin: Prince Charming (Cinderella)
If this man isn’t Prince Charming, idk who is, do not argue with me
Does not have a shoe fetish
Definitely remembers reader’s face, he just wants to return their shoe bruh
And maybe ask reader out idk, not marry them right away
Just imagine dancing with Hanbin to “So this is love” and tell me u aren’t soft
Matthew: Aladdin
For the record, the genie in that lamp would probably be Keita bc he’s been training for 10,000 years (jk)
Watch me cast the whole KTL team (except Hao idk unless we want crossover)
There’s Matthew and there’s Seok Woohyun, don’t tell me he doesn’t think those are two diff people
Just…Matthew singing a Whole New World is a song cover I didn’t think I needed until now pls and thanks
Taerae: Snow White’s Prince
For all the OG Disney fans, you know that one scene where Snow White’s singing by the well and the Prince fucking jump scares her by singing back
Yes that’s Taerae, man will take the opportunity and he has a guitar
yes he will bring the guitar
Once again watch me cast all the Wake One trainees (K+ G) and Junhyeon as the seven dwarves friends who help reader out
Ricky: Prince Naveen (Princess and the Frog)
I’m sorry my eternal headcanon is spoiled Prince Ricky and reader who puts him in his place
Would probably be a bit more sus of this voodoo man turning him into a frog
It’s probably not even a villain, it’s one of the Yuehuaz who happens to know voodoo being like oh you know what would be rlly fucking funny
He gets his whole character development arc and becomes a better young and rich, tall and handsome Prince that’s totally down bad for reader
Gyuvin: Flynn Rider (Rapunzel’s Tangled)
This man steals hearts everywhere he goes (I mean he won every challenge yo)
A lot goofy like they told him during the sleepover, he’s lucky he’s got a nice face
I haven’t got that much for this one
But energy is the same
Gunwook: Captain Shang (Mulan)
He is a leader (class pres/vice pres every year anyone?)
Dude literally takes forever to realize that reader isn’t supposed to be there (literally the en garde hidden cam)
Casting the three other Jellyfish trainees as the soldiers yo
He’s slay “Be a Man” even if I dislike the title of that song, it’s hella catchy
Yujin: Prince Philip (Sleeping Beauty)
He’s a baby YALL pls
Shy, literally just watching reader do their thing in the forest like how this boi literally watched taerae the whole signal song filming (pls see zb1’s bp commentary for red)
He’s not slaying dragons just yet but he be slaying my heart with Noona saranghaeyo
Gives reader an innocent lil peck and they wake up
Maybe it isn’t true loves kiss just yet, more like boy with pure intentions bc literally that’s equally hard to find
Ok thanks for coming to my TED talk and thanks cherrie for this very lovely question. Y’all need to keep asking me more stuff like that very much please and thanks in advance 💜💜💜
#now can I sleep now pls#it’s 7am help#will I make it to class today#boys planet#boys planet x reader#boys planet headcanons#zb1#zb1 x reader#zb1 headcanons#kim jiwoong#zhang hao#sung hanbin#seok matthew#kim taerae#shen ricky#kim gyuvin#park gunwook#han yujin#bp zb1fics answers#disney headcanons#disney is kinda problematic yo#disney princess
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