#asks : heartbeat

[evilkaeya]

Thinking about teen Dazai asking teen Chuuya to help him with this new tactic he's learning (controlling his heartbeat). An hour later Kouyou walks into Dazai lying flat on the ground and Chuuya with his ear pressed against Dazai’s chest as he yells "NO you're supposed to do dot dot dash not- dude you lost the rhythm again it's too fast CALM DOWN"

#meanwhile dazai regrets ever asking #imagine having your crush hear your heartbeat for hours #personally i would've gone crazy #chuuya doesn't know why dazai is having arrhythmia tho #soukoku #teen skk

[rosedom]

hi there! I'm here because I wanted to share with you an idea I had in mind.

wanderer x guitarist boyfriend reader where he finds the reader's hands attractive and started to masturbate in his room imagining the reader's fingers inside him and reader catches him masturbating in his room once he got back to his place after a band performance.

I hope this is okay with you, I'm sorry if it's not though. I love your works btw! also can I be 🥯 anon?

"in an open match, 【 🥯 】 has invited WANDERER to play . . . a well-strummed man

✦ㅤㅤ 【 CW 】 dom!male!reader, sub!ftm!wanderer, hand kink, fantasizing turned to masturbating, getting caught (by you), vaginal fingering, lots of love & praise .

A/N : i've been thinking about this scenario these past weeks, oh my goodness . . . (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ ⁠~⁠♪

"do you want to watch, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to spectate the match."

Kunikuzushi is a dead, dead man.

Listen. It's not like it’s his fault you’re a guitarist, much-less the lead of a band; and it most certainly does not fall to his blame that he’s been lonely, alright?

You’ve been out all weekend, and it’s already Sunday night. He—he won't admit he misses you, but it’s a close thing.

“I’ll be back Monday, baby,” you’d said, last Friday. You’d held him in your broad arms, your large palms a searing brand to his hips as he grunted at you for spinning him.

He had shoo’d you away, said, “Okay, okay!” and pushed you out the door with your guitar and damning crooked grin.

You had pouted, too, standing in the doorway like some kicked kitten, and Kuni couldn’t deny such pitiful look on your handsome face. “C’mere,” he’d grumbled, reeled you in and kissed you soundly on your lips. “Goodluck, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You’d kept your faces together for a few moments, breathing in him, before you ultimately straightened up. “I love you.”

With a scoff, another shove and a soft, “Goodbye—,” one you gave him back, your own adoring farewell—he had murmured, “I love you, too.”

(He hasn't seen the smile on your face for you turned the other way. It made your heart skip a beat, made you hold tighter to the purple straps of your guitar as you went to the curb your bandmates had been waiting for you on.

Kuni had seen, however, the grip of your fingers across the leather; he had seen it well. So well.)

Kuni groans. Your hands. He can't get your hands off his mind: your hands tightening around your guitar strap, your hands holding tight to his waist, your hands covering the expanse of his pale skin, your hands dipping down, your hands stroking his cock and nudging into his cunt and and—

he’s a goner. Not only dead, but gone: utterly, entirely, wholly for you.

Your hands are just so—enticing. That's it, that's all. They're nice to look at.

. . . and nice to imagine knuckle-deep in his cunt. Of course, they’re nice to feel actively thrusting in him, rubbing across his chubby cock and smearing the mess of slick and lube across his hole; but you're not here right now, and he's left with only a whisper of you in his imagination, and a video of you playing live.

He couldn't attend your show, thanks to a paper he had to submit by Saturday night. But tonight's Sunday, and the paper's squared away and submitted and done, and he's lonely, right now, replaying your recording, eyes watching the both steady and jerking movements in turn of your fingers across the guitar strings.

His cock throbs. “Shit.”

With another groan—albeit far weaker, without any gusto behind it—, Kunikuzushi lets his phone fall to the side and sinks full-bodied into the bed. The plush blankets wrap around him, swaddling him in a semblance of you, you, you. They carry your subtle scent in them, a mixture of your soap and his own embedded into the fabric in a heady mix that Kuni greedily drinks in, pressing a corner of it to his mouth and nose as his other hand teases down his body.

A tweak—gentle, mimicking your own soft touch—to his nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt makes him lowly gasp. It’s not as satisfying, with his own touch, but the sensation still makes small zaps of pleasure zing up and down his spine, ending with a heavy pulse at his cock and sending his cunt dribbling.

Pulling off his briefs is an easy thing, if not made a bit messy by the string of slick that connects to and snaps from the seat of the fabric. It’d be embarrassing if you were here to see it, feel it, taste it; but you're not here right now.

He's sorely reminded, again and again: he's alone, for now.

(He misses the embarrassment under you, already, misses the way your touch is always so gentle against him, teasing him and bringing him to release again and again with those damning hands.)

He plays across his opening, now bare, with his fingers, just like you'd do. The wetness clings to his fingertips, and he mourns the loss of the calluses on your hands; his own are soft n’ smooth, providing little friction against the parts that need it most.

“Please,” he whispers to himself, to the air, to absolutely no-one.

He wants you here, so, so bad; but the next best thing is the slide of two fingers, right off the bat, right into the third knuckle. It’s slow going, but it's smooth, and he sharply exhales at the barely-there stretch.

It’s quiet save for the squelch of his fingers, the in-n’-out thrust

When his mind starts playing your voice, the devilish thing, he's a goner twice-over. “Takin’ my fingers so well, baby,” you’d say, he imagines you saying. He mewls at the thought, bending his fingers sharply in the way he knows you would. Though they don’t come into contact with his g-spot how yours would, not at first, the press against his sensitive walls makes him bite his lip still.

Sometimes, Kuni wonders if you know his body better than he does. (You do.)

He thinks, then, of the other things you'd say to him, pressed up close and deep in him. Maybe you would tell him, “So needy,” with a lilt to your voice that reveals you're really not mad at all. “All wet n’ dripping for me, aren't'cha? Aren’t I so lucky to have such a pretty boy under me?”

Maybe you'd lean down and lick at his cock while you spread him open. The thought makes him whine all loud-like, working a third finger in beside the other two, whimpering quietly after the shame of his initial whine.

“Turn over for me, babe,” the you in his head sweetly commands. He swears he can feel your phantom touch on his hips, murmuring, “There you go,” guiding him to roll onto his belly. The shirt he’s kept on bunches up, allowing a whisper of the cold bedroom air to brush his nipples. “My obedient, good boy.”

He feels safer like this, pumping his fingers into his cunt the best he can with the new position. The angle no longer allows his fingers to curl into his g-spot, but it mimics how you handle him: a worthy trade-off, he thinks. He imagines you on his back, stretching him on your fingers as you drape yourself across him, licking n’ kissing at his neck and blushing ears.

“Opening up so good f'r me,” you'd say; Kuni whimpers, biting the pillow—your pillow, saturated in the subtle scent of your shampoo—to muffle himself. He’s safe, like this.

This is as close as he can get to having you, right now—

until it's not.

“Oh,” you breathe. “Kuni, sweetheart.”

Fuck. Fuck.

“You—I—” Kuni wrings himself upright, coming right up to your face, inches away from his own. He growls at you, but it falls short—how could it, when he’s red-faced and pushes at your chest with his slickened hand? “When did you get home?”

“Just now,” you murmur, grabbing his hand and bringing it up to your lips for a kiss, for a taste of him. Then, “Have you cum?”

He rips his hand back. “You can't just—”

“So you haven't,” you say, grinning. Silently, he sputters, but then you're leaning in and kissing him soundly and pressing him down into your bed and—

“Gonna let me make you feel good, baby?” you ask. Your grin turns devilish when you dip your fingertips into him, just so, the callouses on your two fingers already resting so perfectly against his opening.

Your roughed-up thumb presses into his jutting cock, right as he whines, “Yes,” his whole attitude turned on a dime. Sweet, sweet Kunikuzushi.

“You're so wet,” you murmur, entirely awed at the slick glide of your fingers, able to slide a third in oh-so easily. While he had three of his own stuffed up to his third knuckle, your fingers are broader, wider—the knobs of each knuckle is prominent still, nudging each sweet spot in his cunt easy as anything. “God, pretty boy, what were you thinkin’ about to make you this messy?”

Kuni whines again, the sound airy and high, pleading n’ begging.

“Heard you keep saying my name,” you continue, curling your fingers and forcing the bumps at your fingertips against his g-spot in a way his own hands failed to. Asking, “What about me, hm?” makes him tremble, and you think his brain is too pleasure-mushed to process it.

But then he’s reaching for the hand you've got snug on his hip, and he murmurs, “Your hands.”

“My hands?” He nods, closing his eyes tight. You kiss the flutter of eyelashes. “What about them?”

“They're so—” a moan cuts up his words, your thumb working tight against him.

“They're so...?”

He groans. “They're so—so big, ‘nd they're always so warm, so hot in me, s-stretch me so—so good.”

“Yeah?” You pull apart your fingers at his words—only slightly, enough to feel the slight resistance of his cunt. “Like it when I open you up all nice n’ pretty for me?”

“Yes, yes, I l-love it.” Kuni’s so unabashed, now, so close to his orgasm. The clench of his cunt is uncontrolled, pulsing against your fingers and urging you to rub his chubby cock faster, harder, stretching him out and making his mind melt from his pretty, perfect lil’ pussy.

As his back unconsciously arches, his thighs jerking with the spasms of his muscle, he begins to plead you to let him cum. Soft begs fall from his lips as he clutches right at your free hand, both of his smaller ones holding yours tight when you lean down and kiss him, soft n’ sound right against his swollen lips.

You can't even finish your sentence, a gentle, “Cum for me, sweetheart,” before Kuni’s creaming around your fingers, the thick cum left dribbling in your palm and being smeared into his twitching cock.

By the time he’s dropped your hand to grab at your other wrist, he's left a whimperin’, whinin’ mess. You lie next to him and roll his body on top of yours, holding him close around his middle and letting him nuzzle into your throat.

His breathing eventually steadies, matching the gentle rhythm of your chest against his. “Thank you,” he mutters.

“For what?”

He sighs. “Makin’ me cum.” The tone of his voice makes you chuckle, and he raises an eyebrow at you. “What?”

“Nuthin',” you say, laughing. You kiss his forehead in apology, and you continue with, “I should be thanking you, anyway, for surprising me with something like that.”

“Shut up, you perv.”

You’re appalled! “Says the guy fingering himself on our—”

Kuni growls, jumping up and covering your mouth with his hands. “Shut up!” But those pretty indigo eyes soften, crinkling at the edges, and he leans down to kiss your forehead in turn.

“Missed you,” he says, a whisper against your skin—one you return to his sternum, pressing a kiss and your love so close to his heart.

Maybe, if this is death, like this, Kuni wouldn't quite mind being a dead man.

kuni's so real for this: hands r UNREASONABLY attractive. i hope this somewhat like u imagined, sweet anon 🦭🦭

6 MAR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

#ㅤ✦【 ASKS 】 #【 🥯 】 #technically this is modern au . . . #otherwise i wouldn't consider that he'd have a heartbeat or need to breathe 😵‍💫😵‍💫 #sub scaramouche #sub wanderer #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #he has double the tags bc of all his dmn names #sub genshin #genshin smut #genshin x reader #dom reader #top reader #male reader #ftm smut

[s0fter-sin]

soap and ghost, after months of flirting, of having each other’s backs and saving each other’s lives, of knowing the other better than they know themselves, finally getting together

ghost letting himself free fall onto the bed, soap following, always following his lead. they barely pull apart enough to get their shirts over their heads, hands running over muscles and scars and holding close

soap kisses every new scar that’s revealed to him, from the thick keloid divot over his ribs from some kind of puncture to the innumerable slashes and stitch wounds holding his torso together until he’s mouthing over his collarbones; the tips of his fingers lightly caressing the edges of his mask

ghost who’s been so quiet, so overwhelmed by soap’s touch that all he can do is sink into him, panting gasping breaths, finally pushes out, “don’t ask me. please…”

soap freezes, mouth hovering over his skin. “ghost…?”

ghost’s face is tilted away, eyes held so tightly shut they tremor while the rest of his body stays lax beneath his. desperate. resigned. “please don’t ask me, johnny.”

soap lets his hand fall from the mask, coming to run soothing circles over his clothed hip. “why?”

“because i’ll say yes,” he confesses and it’s great and terrible; a warning and a relinquishment laid at soap’s feet. “i’ll always say yes to you.”

for a long moment, there’s nothing but their shared breaths, nothing but their hearts beating for the other. until soap finally leans down to press a kiss to the corner of his hidden mouth; his lips meeting faint raised scar tissue he might never see

“i’ll never ask.”

ghost’s eyes drift open and they catch on soap’s; on a sea of promise and fierce protection

“i swear… i’ll never ask, ghost.”

#ghost who would take off his mask for johnny in a heartbeat and soap who would never let him take it off for anything but himself my belove #they proceed to have the softest most tender sex youve ever seen #im talking missionary chest to chest arms and legs wrapped so tightly all they can is rock #just god the love and the trust and the understanding #ghost knows hes not ready knows he would be violently uncomfortable the entire time #but would still put himself through it if thats what johnny wanted #and soap who would never ask him to sacrifice his comfort for something as insignificant as his own wants #like he would ever see that as a worthy reason #like he could ever find happiness in it knowing ghost was uncomfortable #he’ll spend the rest of his life showing ghost he doesnt need to compromise his comfort or his coping mechanisms for him #coming out of my cage and ive been soing just fine.txt #john soap mactavish #soap cod #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #ghost x soap #we’re a team. ghost team #save post

[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: trauma / mind control / separation anxiety / autophobia / ]

Something that kills me is that there’s no way in hell that Raph’s debilitating separation anxiety isn’t infinitely worse after the movie. The trauma of being Krangified like that, all alone, would probably regress him so hard.

Not to mention his worries of getting “weird” would likely get mixed up with his experience while Krangified - aka, he loses full awareness, and when he’s brought “back” it’s to the understanding that he attacked his own family (of course not to his own fault at all, but how much of that does he believe?)

The fear of being alone would take on another layer and become a fear of himself.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt raph #rise raph #trauma / #mind control / #separation anxiety / #autophobia / #codependency mention in tags / #after the invasion he checks up on the others multiple times and guiltily hopes one of them asks to stay with him for the night #he’s the big brother so it feels - wrong. to ask them to stay with him. #but his plushies don’t have heartbeats. and neither did the krang #and guiltily - guiltily - Raph is relieved when someones doing bad enough to stay with him each night #he doesn’t know it but the others see he needs it so they offer #man idk I just want Raph to be safe and happy #me having Raph feels at 3 am #I raise you: codependent Raph and Leo post invasion #they both dealt with losing the other #going from fighting and high tensions pre invasion to being scared to leave each others’ side post invasion #god wait this concept is so sad wait #but it works #may address this in a later post/fic ngl

[msmargaretmurry]

"how many drinks would it take for you to kiss leon draisaitl?" (x)

#uploading this here for posterity because it makes me laugh every time i watch it #love that these folks know what they're about #unfortunately because of who i am as a person i do want the fanfiction version where someone is asking other nhlers this #and matthew goes #oh i'd lay one on him in a heartbeat but we all know he wouldn't let me #leon: 👀 oh really? #and shenanigans ensue #hockey for ts

[ladysansalannister]

There’s never been a more “she’s everything, he’s just Ken” ship than PaulChani

#search your heart you know it to be true #i love paul btw don’t get me wrong. but i would kill him in a heartbeat if chani asked me to #paulchani #paul x chani #chani x paul #chani kynes #paul atreides #dune 2 #dune part two #dune #films #dune spoilers #miri’s thoughts #otp: as long as i breathe

[donelywell]

February 29- March 2 2024

The first time Sonic went Super in Road Trip wasn't exactly as stunning to Tails as other au's and stories.

Tails is like maybe 5 here (I'm not actually that organized on the timeline for this au yet, I'm getting there though, things are getting in order.) and he wasn't forced to grow up and be a hero in this au. So he's a bit more childish than canon Tails because he doesn't feel as pressured to mature and grow up fast. Plus, he genuinely thinks Sonic is going to die and this is the last time he see's him, so tears are bound to come down.

Part 1

#roadtrip!sonic au #sonic the hedgehog #super sonic #dadnic #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic fanart #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #Okay- I'm gonna ramble a little bit about the dialogue and behaviors here you can skip the other tags if you're not interested #First- Sonic immediately tells Tails that he's fine first before asking if Tails is okay. This isn't Sonic putting himself first- #-but him trying to comfort Tails because even if it's cheesy- Tails will only feel okay if Sonic is okay. #Apparently it calms children down if they listen to their parents heartbeat (melts my heart when I remember that) so Sonic put- #-Tails close to him not only so he could hear that Sonic is alive- but also to try calming him down a little more. #Small thing I started incorporating way too late- Sonic will call Tails Big Guy if the kit is smaller than him and- #-Little Guy if the kit is larger than him. #Sonic changed his pattern color to be blue like Tails' eyes after he points out that they are both yellow (it's not colored here- #- but you probably remember that Super Sonic has golden fur.) #Sonic is constantly rubbing a thumb on Tails' hand as a comforting gesture. #That's my ramble- I know it's just pretty bare bone stuff that anyone reading might get but I freaking love explaining stuff (I gotta stop)

[sensitiveheartless]

do you ever think dazai would listen to chuuya's heartbeat..... and consider it calming............ maybe i'm just weird but i think about it sometimes

Oh absolutely! I like to imagine they’d fall asleep like that :D

#also several of my AUs have very specific circumstances that would make Dazai listening to Chuuya’s heartbeat particularly emotional kdkdjd #also hi y’all! I live #I’ve been super busy cause it turns out I am moving next month and also I need to get a new job alsksjdjf #so I am very behind on everything but I am okay! 👍 #bsd #ask box #my art #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #soukoku #skk #bungou stray dogs

[turnipoddity]

PLEASE NEVER STOP DOING CHAINSHIPPING NSFW HOLY SHIT YOURE SO TALENTED

Can’t even if i wanted to

#THANK YOU POOKIE!!! GLAD YOU LIKE IT!! #i think heartbeat is the most yaoi coded of all comics i did #ill have you know i read yaoi for science now #for paneling and angle purposes #SKSKSKSKSKSKSKKS #asks #chainshipping #saw

[dianartemiss]

i think what Jason wants (from Bruce at least) is to be loved transcendentally. he wants to be loved with earth shattering intensity, the kind that'll raze the world to the ground when lost and inspire greatness when present. Jason wants to mean something and to matter more than anything except for (maybe) another (worthy) human. Jason wants to be shown love in the way that he experiences love. but that kind of exclusive focus is impossible when your dad is Batman.

#Jason is the pathos of the batfam #Dick is also more pathos than logos but like he also didn't die so #and yes i'm mangling i'm doing it on purpose #Jay would die in a heartbeat for his family #and probably do any number of awful things #and what he wants is reciprocity #I see his as very much the kind to not ask anything of anyone that he isn't willing to do himself #but also expects others to live up to his morals #or standards or however #so he's not exactly fair but not entirely unfair either #idk there's a ton of posts right now on Jason's ideas about love and I also have a ton of thoughts myself #the dude is fucking intense #and speakign from experience #it's fuckign hard when that kind of intensity is one sided #even when you know it's unfair to expect it of the other party #jason todd #batfam

[juicedcatboy]

have you thought about your hot heart growing bigger, thicker and more muscular just like your juiced up bod. Beating and working harder every time you juice up and gym, packing not just sexy hard muscles on your pecs and bod but also packing hot and sexy heart muscles, becoming a bigger and more muscular heart to power your needs.

Enlarged heart muscle is a possible side effect but it's usually seen more as a health risk.

I'm not really familiar with heart/ heartbeat kink stuff, but I hope you'll enjoy this: (damn it's surprisingly hard to film)

#ask #me #visible heartbeat #gay #cardiophilia

[chillguy180]

Can you make a recovering of your heart beating slowly when you first wake up? Thanks.

Like this? This is my heartbeat out of bed. Let me know what you think!

#ask me anything #ask #answered #heartbeat #male heartbeat

[copias-girl]

I'm very touch starved lately and I have a dumb fetish so I wanna know: how do you imagine Copia reacts to his s/o putting their head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat? I HC that he likes it but he also gets nervous and blushy and his heart starts beating fast. Sorry if it sounds too weird, btw I love your writing <3

Omg are you the heartbeat anon from the other ask?? 🥰♥︎

Ugh this is just SO CUTE!!! I love this idea!! And it’s not a dumb fetish, I actually find this super romantic and I know I’m gonna be thinking about this a lot ♥︎

COPIA HEARTBEAT KINK HC UNDER THE CUT LETS GOOO 🫀

♥︎🖤♥︎🖤♥︎🖤♥︎ <- I made it look like a heartbeat 🥰

Poor Copia is SO flustered. You have him shirtless, which already makes his nerves light up with self-conscious anxiousness. Your head is resting on his chest, affectionately nuzzling your cheek against him. It’s paradise, but he’s so nervous. So flustered. Getting so flushed and hot. He knows that you can hear and feel the way his heart begins pounding and skipping beats when you’re this close to him. He just can’t help it, he can’t help the effect you have on him. Oh, but to make matters worse, you begin placing gentle little kisses onto his bare chest, and his heart only pounds harder harder harder, so hard that he can hear the blood rushing in his ears. It’s going so fast, surely if he were wearing some sort of smart watch, it would be giving him an emergency warning by now. His hammering heartbeat is almost taking his breath away with how it slams against his ribcage, and you only smirk up at him coyly as you listen intently, your fingertips dancing along his flesh, causing goosebumps to erupt on his skin and a needy whine to tumble from his lips.

“You’re so pretty, Copia. I adore the sound of your heart.” You softly murmur, and he can hardly hear you over the deafening sound of his heartbeat.

“W-what?” He stammers nervously, in disbelief at your compliment. It feels as though his heart is going to beat right out of his chest at this point, dizzy from your words of praise, stars painting the edges of his vision from the alacrity of his racing pulse.

“I said you’re pretty, Co-Co. You’re just so pretty. Your heartbeat is so pretty. Everything about you is so pretty. And you’re mine.” You tell him, feeling the way his heart stutters, palpitating in his chest as he lets out a whine, whispering a string of desperate little thank-yous. Yes yes yes, your words are pure ecstasy. He wants to be all yours so badly. He wants you to keep him and never let him go.

You relish in the feeling of the rapid thumpthumpthumpthump against your cheek, you can literally hear his blood being pumped from atrium to ventricle. He’s so vulnerable like this, and you’re grateful to be the one he allows close enough to do this. Copia’s heartbeat is a clear window into what he feels for you. You can feel his deep love for you with every strong pound, you can feel his shy nervousness with every fluttery palpitation that leaves him breathless. You can read him so well, just by listening to his beautiful heartbeat. It’s so incredibly him, so distinctly Copia, you could recognize it anywhere.

You both love the sheer intimacy of these moments, so you often spend days in bed like this, flustering your poor sweet man and showering him with all the affection he deserves. All while listening to the intoxicating sound of his heart, riling him up with your coquettish teases, seeing how fast you can make it go without giving him a heart attack.

Some people like listening to ocean waves, others enjoy the sounds of birdsong. But you, your favourite sound in the world is Copia’s heartbeat. Because you know it beats only for you. ♥︎

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A/N: This was my first time writing super in-depth about heartbeats so I hope I did the heartbeat kink community justice!! I really loved writing about this ♥︎

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[johnslittlespoon]

https://www.tumblr.com/johnslittlespoon/744374471821017088/would-just-like-to-point-out-that-once-again-a

i love this so much omgggg. imagine bucky is in a mood one day with buck but still just collapses onto buck’s bunk and curls into the sheets. buck would think it was the most endearing thing ever. maybe buck is standing in bucky’s way, forcing bucky to grumble out an excuse me that’s just dripping with attitude but buck can’t even be upset about it because bucky proceeds to shove past him and throw himself into buck’s bunk and bury his face in his pillow. or imagine buck coming over to talk to bucky and bucky rolls away from him but it’s like. that kind of loses its effect when ur in BUCK’s bunk😭

linked post | gigglingsjdgk yes omg. this is so so THEM i'm gone

it doesn't matter how much they bicker or fight during the day or what type of mood either of them might be in– john will not sleep in his own bunk if his life depends on it once he gets a taste of sleeping in gale's. over the winter, the bunking for warmth excuse works just fine, but as the weather starts to heat up, his new excuse is "your bunk is comfier."

gale doesn't point out that this makes no sense with all of their bunks being the exact same; he'd love to tease john about it, but he doesn't want to scare him out of climbing into his bunk night after night, and he makes damn sure the other guys don't rib on him for it either. everyone's got their coping mechanisms, and they all know john's hanging on by a thread, so they're not going to question his vices.

imagine what goes down after that scuffle in the yard? john spends the rest of the evening pacing the yard, cooling off until it's time for lock–in, and gale's waiting leaning against his bunk when john comes back into the room, expecting a conversation. but john doesn't even look at him fully, just brushes past with a short bratty "scuse me" and drags himself into gale's bunk and curls up as close to the wall as he can get without another word.

gale turns and stares at him in disbelief, shaking his head but still feeling so fond because they can have the worst fight of their friendship and john still crawls into his bed at the end of the day like it belongs to him just as much as gale, even in his silent treatment.

gale half wants to go crawl into john's bunk instead to make a point, but he's not sure he can even fall asleep alone anymore after so many months of sharing a bunk, and he knows it's not really him that john's mad at– they're all mad at the world right now, and john's just taking it out on him because he's there and real and he subconsciously tries to sabotage anything good because he feels undeserving. the silent treatment is as much geared towards gale as it is john punishing himself for the guilt he feels after lashing out at him.

john presses his face into gale's pillow when gale climbs in behind him with a huff, pulling the thin blanket up over both of them, only hesitating for a moment before he slings his arm over john's waist all the same, deciding he's not gonna lay awkward and uncomfortable facing the opposite direction with nowhere for his arms to go; if john wants to be touchy, he can lay somewhere else.

john barely manages to put on a show of being tense against him for more than a few minutes before he's relaxing into his arms anyway, back pressing to his chest, a quiet sigh puffing out against the pillow. gale steals a gentle press of his lips to the nape of his neck, a silent apology, because he knows they'll talk properly in the morning once john's not as antsy and worked up, and john squeezes gale's hand where it rests over his stomach, and everything feels okay again. <3

#i LOVE the second scenario too lol gale would call him on his stupid stubbornness in a heartbeat and it would lead to more bickering #but they always smooth things out in the end even if they don't go about it the healthiest way </3 they're learning #i need to actually work on the dog fic ch3 tn so gonna save more drabbles/brainrot for later when i make some good progress sobs #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #buckbucky #clegan

[itoshi-s]

Being friends with Rin, hugging him as a form of greeting used to be quick yet warm. However, as time goes by, you noticed his hugs are becoming longer and tight as minutes go by (still warm though nonetheless), not to mention, during your hugs, he would rest his head between your neck and shoulder you could've sworn you heard him sniffing your perfume or whatever and he would sigh in relief afterwards.

"Hey (fem!reader)! Isagi is looking for you!"

Letting go from his embrace for a brief moment so you can go towards the voice, you replied: "Oh, okay! I'll be right over--!!" He unconsciously hugged your figure tighter and would elicit a displeased response when his time with you was disturbed.

My mind can't stop pondering about a jealous Rin throughout the day 😔

ooohhhhh he's def so jealous of the person he's finally allowed himself to be so comfortable with :(( ! he knows it's dumb and irrational, that you're friends with the whole team anyways and so he shouldn't be getting any special treatment. he knows he cannot bind you down. but he cannot help the way his cheeks warm up and a coil tightens in his chest, familiar frustration bubbling whenever you give him a small smile when you pull away to skip over to one of the guys :(

"what are you doing?" you let out a small laugh as he noses at the side of your neck, giving your waist a firm squeeze that makes your chest feel funny.

he shrugs a bit, as much as your arms wrapped around his neck allow him to, "y'smell good. is that some new perfume?"

he mumbles under his breath, the typical cool tone to his voice but there's something about him noticing the new scent that makes you feel so fuzzy :( you pull away slightly and his hold on you loosens as well. looking up, you give him a sheepish smile, "yeah, do you like it?"

you know rin for years now, having been around the team for a long time considering your field of work, but you've never seen the rin itoshi blush </3 (he does it a lot around you, no matter how hard he tries to fight it off. you're just in such a rush all the time, you miss out on seeing the flustered expression.) it suits him, looks so sweet on his aloof features and it makes your heart skip a bit.

"mm. it's sweet." he breathes, a hand moving to rub at the back of his neck, eyes scurrying away from your observant stare. "suits you well."

#✧.* ✉ zari’s mail #i have a few more thoughts on jealous rin in my askbox so i will elaborate #but yep he'd be so cute w his crush </3 #he ends up asking u out soon cuz he's so paranoid ab someone else stealing you from him !! #he looks so confident doing it BUT if you were to touch his chest you'd feel how his heartbeat races #he's so cuuuuuuteeee i love him <3 #rin my love #itoshi rin #itoshi rin x reader #✩ rin.drabbles #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk #blue lock

[fortunatelyenchantingtaco]

Honest to god there is something almost sacred about the way Satoru and Suguru has been respecting each other even after the fall out

Suguru knowing he was Satoru’s biggest weakness so he avoids big confrontations and doesn’t face him firectly because he doesnt want to do that to them

Satoru knowing that he could any time go and kill Suguru, saving countless lives, but not being able to do it until there was nothing to hide behind

Like i feel so emotional over the fact that they never used their connection against each other. Like fucking hell

#jjk #stsg #satosugu #gojo satoru #geto suguru #like god damn #honest to god have you seen satoru? #if suguru asked him to kill people he would do it in a heartbeat #like this is so mind blowing #suguru was willing to sactifice everything for his goal #but not satoru #like suguru literally hold so much power over this man #and he never used it rven once #i still kinda like them more as sad teen romance that ended badly #but god they are so crazy #gojo would literally do anything for hum #but suguru never asked for anything