#i prefer to use my phone camera for video because my camera is for pictures and not video lol

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: Don't get excited. This is short, yes. But will the rest of the shit I write continue to be short? Idk. Don't hold your breath. I don't need your death on my conscience.

C/W ::: Photographer!Hanma (again) x F.reader, 18+ beyond the SFW stuff.

MDNI UNDER THE CUT PLEASE AND THANKS

📷 Hanma HC's 🎥

SFW

🎬 Hanma loves to sneak around and take candid photos/videos of you. He likes to catch the moments when you think no one else is looking. 

🎬 Although, the amount of times you've caught the little shit tailing you has exceeded the number of fingers and toes you have. But you low-key love that he thinks you're interesting enough to study.

🎬 He has a special room that NO ONE knows about where he develops his pictures.

🎬 They're not ALL of you, either. He will photograph anything that catches his eye.

🎬 He takes pictures of cats, too, sometimes. And he'll punch anyone that makes fun of him for doing it.

🎬 He loves to film you doing normal day-to-day things, like cooking or reading or cleaning. (Showering, too.)

🎬 He has a photo of the two of you kissing on his wall of his developing studio. It's his favorite, and he never tires of looking at it.

NSFW

🎬 He has a picture of the first time his dick slid into your cunt in his wallet.

🎬 No ... You didn't know he took it. But you found it one day when he told you you could get some money for lunch. (Initially you freaked out but then you recognized it as yours and you never told him you found it. Though the cheeky grin on your face kind of gave it away that you saw it.)

🎬 You've caught him taking pictures of your boobs while you're sleeping sometimes.

🎬 He once hid a camera in your closet so he could see what you were like when you thought he wasn't around. But he didn't hide it very well.

🎬 He's tried filming the two of you having sex. It didn't work out the first few times because he was so excited to be doing it that he forgot to actually do it. But he eventually got the hang of it and now he's got a whole collection of porn with you two.

🎬 He loves to take pictures of your ass. And he loves it when you pose for him.

🎬 You caught him filming your vagina while he ate you out. And you were so nervous at first that you couldn’t relax. So you told him to turn it off. Did he? Of course not. He saw it aside and continued to eat you out until you came. When he showed you the video later, it turned on so much that you begged him to do it again sometime (soon).

🎬 He loves to film you masturbating.

🎬 He has a picture of your boobs on his phone that he looks at when he's jacking off.

🎬 He once bought you a sexy outfit that he would only let you have if you modeled it for him – and he got to take pictures of you in it.

🎬 He's even taken pictures of you asleep. He said he just liked the way you looked, but you were suspicious that he had other motives.

🎬 He's filmed you using toys. His favorite (and yours) are the clit sucker's. He loves how puffy your cute clit gets when you use it.

🎬 He's also filmed you using dildos, and he loves to tease you about how small they are compared to his dick.

🎬 Which makes him beam with pride, knowing you can take his (and only his) cock.

🎬 He's also tried recording you using your vibrator but he starts to feel a little jealous when he sees you deriving pleasure from something other than him.

 🎬 Why? Because. He's Hanma.

@katkusuo @trevengersprincess @kazutora-kurokawa @viburnt @darkstarlight82 @arlerts-angel @southside-otaku @bakubunny (hey, bunny, I tried tagging your other account and it wouldn't come up - in the future I will try that one first, if you prefer. lmk!)

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[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

You're my emergency contact.

König x reader.

Everything started with a simple favor and it all ended with your emergency contact accidentally attending your call.

(Give a ♥️ if you enjoyed it)

Warning: perhaps it is a very long and not good story, mentions of violence, as always grammatical and spelling errors.

You're König's neighbor, he's rarely at home so he asked you to keep an eye on his apartment, he gave you his number, just in case something happened.

- Danke, I Know I'm asking too much but I will give you my number, just... In case something happens, ja?

Your smile when he gives you his number In a piece of paper, he will never recover from that moment.

- For sure, it's not a problem, and thank you König I hope there's no need to use it for an emergency, I would prefer to use it in other circumstances.

-Ja, totally agree, well I have to go, thank you so much Schatz.

- Okay, have a nice trip König, see you!.

As soon as he left and you closed the door you started to jump with excitement, you finally had his number, you tried so hard for the last months to start a friendship with him and this is a big step for you.

But... What's next? You thought. After a few days you got an idea, you sent him a message.

«Hi König, I'm your neighbor, I forgot to give you my number, so here it is.»

An hour passed, two hours, four... Maybe it was a bad idea, then.

«Danke :D»

That's all? Well, at least he texted you back. You decided to not insist, maybe he was busy, another week passed, you really want to text him, why? Why do you want to be around him?

«captain's log: König's house is still safe, a package arrived at your door. :)»

You sent a selfie out of his door. A Risky move, you were getting nervous when you saw «seen» under the message.

«Hallo Schatz, danke for the notice, can you save the package at your house?, I'll pick it up when I arrive» «P.S. you look very pretty today ;)»

That was the beginning, for months you started to text each other. You send a lot of pictures about anything while he rarely sends you something, usually sunsets or just the sky. When he's at home you invite him to eat at your house or to drink a beer, you don't know yet but for König this is more than he expected, you and him are good together, jokes, loud laughs and a good conversation are always present when you're together, he's happy, he feels better with you, he feels affection for you.

- Well, this week I won't be at home for a few days, I hope you don't mind.

- What? Nein! Don't worry, I won't be at home either, I have some work, just a few days.

- ahh well maybe we will arrive home at the same time!

- ja! It would be a coincidence, a good one. Where will you go?

- Oh, my Mom's house, I'll visit her for a few days, my flight is this Wednesday, and I'll be back on Monday.

- Ah that's really nice, I hope you have a nice moment with her.

(...)

You're ready to take your flight, you were just waiting, when a group of armed men appeared.

- okay everybody, lay on the floor! We will not harm you if you obey!

Some people started to run, others screamed, the sound of shotguns...

The same man was shooting, while the rest of his companions were capturing people, you were on the floor, you took your phone and pressed the quick "emergency button" an old app your mother made you download just in case you needed, you knew it was useless because you and your mother lived far from each other, but after König gave you his number you added him on the emergency contacts list.

König was on his way to a mission when he Received a text. Your app sent a message with your location, an audio and a short video of what the camera phone could record, in those 15 seconds a man was yelling at you and others.

He opened it and saw that your location was the same as where he was going, he froze when he saw you were a hostage, the biggest fear, rage and desire to protect you grew inside him.

He and his team arrived, but they couldn't access the place easily, every door had a bomb, they didn't know if those were real or false but they couldn't take the risk, they started to plan and work.

You and the other hostages were on the floor, the group of men were kicking, yelling and hitting you, one of them was enjoying hurting you, taller than you and corpulent, you couldn't do much to protect yourself, he made you stand up pulling you by the hair, you yelped and asked him to stop.

- Sit this one in that chair, we're going to start the show.

You were sitting, you looked like a scared puppy, why you? What will they do to you? Why are they doing all this? What they want?. One of the men started to record everything, while another was talking and showing a photograph of a criminal.

- (...) Yeah, so we have hostages here, innocent people who are in serious danger, if you don't let this man free, we will start to torture and kill everybody in this place, we have bombs everywhere, don't be stupid and don't try to send cops or any kind of shitty government deal maker, those are our conditions.

Both men walked to you, while the guy who initially selected you to be tortured was ready to play his twisted game, he made you stand up from that chair.

- This pretty one is the first, we need an answer in 15 min or this one will be dead soon. Let's start...

You looked at all of them, scared, begging them to not do it, a knife cutting deep your thighs, a punch on your eye, your nose and mouth were bleeding, your ribs broken, you were crying, yelling because of the pain, one of them was ready to stab you when a big man dressed in black shoot at him, a clean headshot, you fell on the floor while all the men started to run, shoot and fight, you saw more people in black joining to the fight, you can't focus your view, you can't see clearly, you're fainting, you saw this big guy approaching, you can't see his face, he's wearing a black mask or something, he's talking to you but you can't hear him well.

- Schatz! Look at me, stay with us! Do you hear me?

Schatz? You remember that word, but... Where? Who? You're exhausted, your body aches, you're probably hallucinating.

«Hey! Prepare an ambulance!» you hear him yell at someone else then he carried you in his arms, this strange blurry guy in black saved you, you rested your head in his chest, you're feeling sleepy.

- Schatz, Mein Liebling, stay awake, I'm taking you to the ambulance, you will be fine, ja?

You didn't listen to him anymore, you closed your eyes, you just had flashbacks of the trip In the ambulance but that was all.

After two days you finally opened your eyes. There's a white lamp in the ceiling, the smell of medicine and sickness, a hospital? Were you alive?

You tried to sit but the pain in your ribs prevented you and a familiar voice filled the silence of the room.

- Hey, easy Schatz, you're fine, you're in the hospital.

There he was, König was in a chair close to you, he looked tired, and... Was he wearing black? What's going on?

- König? What... What's going on? What happened? Why are you here, what happened with your job?

He just let a small laugh out and handed you a glass of water.

- too many questions, drink some water first please, ja? You are in the hospital because you were hurt after the airport attack, I'm here because apparently I'm one of your emergency contacts... Schatz, Do you remember what happened in the airport?

You looked at him carefully, his voice, his clothes, and that word, «Schatz». Was he the one who saved you?

- I remember I was waiting to board the plane when those men appeared, then I... Well... You're my emergency contact, so I sent the emergency text, I remember those men hitting and hurting me and I remember the man who saved me, you probably will think I'm crazy but... That man looked pretty much like you... But he was covering his face with a mask or something.

He smiled nervously at you and hid his face with his hands.

- Was it you könig?

He looked at you once again and nodded in silence, the surprise in your face made him more nervous, he never told you about his job but you weren't expecting to find it out in this way.

- You never told me about your job...

You were playing with your hands and the glass, he was looking at his shoes, talking almost in a whisper.

- I can't talk about it... For your protection... And because it's better if you don't know how and who I am at work.

You don't want to make him feel as if you were angry or uncomfortable with it, you're just surprised, he looks too shy and kind to work in something like that.

- I understand... And I know it was really a coincidence and that you were just doing your job but... thanks for saving me.

He doesn't respond, he's still looking at his shoes. As if he was a little boy in trouble.

- König?

- Hmm?

- I won't ask you about your job, If you can't tell me about it, I'm fine with it... look at me Kö.

He finally looked at you, he looked sad or ashamed but you smiled at him and took his big hand on yours.

- Thank you for saving me. You're a good emergency contact.

You blinked your good eye at him, He smiled at you and kissed your hand.

- Just call and I'll be there Schatz.

#cod x reader #call of duty x reader #long reads #x yn #fanfiction #gender neutral reader #cod konig #konig x reader #konig #konig x gn!reader #konig x you #konig cod #konig x fem!reader #konig x female reader #konig x y/n #könig x reader #könig x you #könig cod #könig #könig call of duty #könig x y/n #könig mw2

[copias-girl]

The Papas vs Technology Headcanons

Ask and you shall receive! @ivyanddaisies

Prompt here

Primo

Ok Peepaw has no use for social media or technology. He’s still marvelling at his vintage tube tv, because he’s old and he was around before the tv <3 And he’d literally rather send a raven with a message rather than text. You pushed him to give it a shot, and being the sweet elder goth that he is, he gave it the good old college try just for you. Alas, he grew frustrated easily. He kept having to whip out the reading glasses to read what was on the screen, and he couldn’t tell if that vibrating in his pocket was the iPhone or if he was having a seizure. Not to mention, he accidentally activated Siri on several occasions and he thought the spirit of a demon was speaking to him and apparently telling him the weather forecast. The only thing he really found a use for was the gardening stuff on Pinterest, but he has plenty of books in the library for that anyway. And as for nudes? He has a Polaroid camera for that. Our sweet old man much prefers the feeling of answering calls on his candlestick phone, and he’ll gladly leave the selfie-taking to you ♥︎

Secondo

Alright, Mr. Worldwide tries to be hip and cool, so he definitely owns the latest iPhone. However, he’s had to replace it several times because when he gets frustrated, that thing goes flying across the room. He tried to use the voice dictation one time and his entire text came out hilariously wrong so he threw his phone out of one of the ministry windows. He texts with one finger like an old man, never uses emojis (he calls them hieroglyphics), and he keeps telling you that he wants to “duck your brains out”. He genuinely tries to take selfies, and that can be hit or miss. Sometimes it’s a typical old man selfie where you can see all the way up his nose, but he did execute this fantastic shirtless selfie one time,,, Bone Daddy starts an Instagram where he makes a few adorably lame posts trying to be edgy and dark. But he mainly uses that to post selfies (ones you’ve taken of the both of you) to show you off. He loves when you send him dirty pictures and he’s also found that FaceTime is perfect for some,,, fun activities 👀

Terzo

Oh my god, the biggest social media whore. He’s only two months younger than Secondo, but he’s somehow overcome his oldness and mastered the art of the iPhone. He has an Instagram, where he posts pictures of the two of you on dates or in bed together covered in rose petals and lip prints. Dude even has Snapchat, where he updates his story with some chaotic videos every now and then. He can text with his thumbs, but he does make some really hilarious typos which are exceptionally frustrating when he’s trying to sext with you (this man demands nudes from you constantly). He actually knows what most emojis mean- he will literally text you the eggplant emoji next to everything 🍆- and only has to ask for your help to decipher some of them. He rubs it in his brothers’ faces as much as he can, calling them old men because they don’t know how to use tech as well as he does. And Secondo finds his use of emojis really irritating because he has no idea what the fuck ‘🤪😝🙃🫠🥴🙄🥸💀’ means

Copia

Oh, Copia. Sweet pitiful Copia. He tries, he really does, but this man has no idea how to use emojis. He types with one finger, makes plenty of typos, and always uses the rat emoji for no apparent reason. Also, he disperses emojis into sentences so his texts always read like this:

Ciao 👋🏻🐀 bella 😚 I am going 🔜 to feed 🧀 my rats 🐀 want to come 😀 with me?🤝🏻

He’s such a dork and you never ever correct him because it’s just too charming. His selfies are often painfully awkward, because he thinks that just staring dead-eyed into the camera and snapping the picture constitutes as a selfie. And he’ll post those on Insta too, sometimes with captions that he got off Pinterest. Or sometimes the captions will be about rats for literally no reason. However, he does make awfully sweet posts about you that have your heart melting when you read them. This sweet man LOVES when you send him naughty pictures and rile him up via text. It gives him a thrill and makes him feel so special. Copia also surprisingly uses Pinterest occasionally, because he finds it relaxing. He’s such a gentle soul, and he enjoys saving things about pet rats, aesthetic things that he’d like to show you later, or even some recipes that the two of you could cook together. However, he doesn’t use Pinterest correctly. He doesn’t pin things, he just screenshots them (because you taught him how to take a screenshot). So even though he isn’t the most religious social media user or the best at working technology, he tries and has a good time ♥︎

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[arvensimp]

*as if I’m ordering food at a drive thru* Can we get a fuckin uhhhhhhhhhh

Nsfw where Arven gets jealous of someone talking to y/n (fem or nb preferred!), so he does that whole passionate, steamy, borderline-rough “you’re mine” sex trope? 👉🏼👈🏼

You're lucky the jealous arven machine ain't broke lmaooo.

I was going to make this a pt 2 to green eyed tera type then I saw the nb/fem preferred. And... I was a little torn. I definitely am going to do a pt 2 to that drabble (someone else did already put that request in in my inbox as well!) I hope you don't mind if I give us a different person for Arven to get jealous about haha. I hope you don't mind if I do lean fem with this, too.

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Different Kinda Jelly

Arven x fem!reader

Nsfw, vaginal sex, very slight dubcon themes (someone attempting a kiss and it becomes a cheek kiss), also some breeding kink? Sorry that's kinda where it ended up I hope you don't mind!!

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So...you might be in a teensy bit of danger. Just a little bit. In a fun way!

But still danger.

It started with a request from La Primera to attend a tournament in Galar on her behalf. Basically you were supposed to represent rising talent and battling culture in Paldea, yadda yadda yadda. Super cool. Love it. Free trip to Galar!

You had a great time, honestly. You met some really great people and had a ton of fun battling and learning about new and different pokemon, even if there was often a language barrier.

The issue was because of a certain former top champion you met.

See, Leon was a charmer from the moment he greeted you in the lobby of the tournament's hotel with a gleaming smile and a delicious accent in broken Paldean. He'd told you how impressed he was with the videos he'd seen of your battles and how he looked forward to thoroughly thrashing you in front of everyone. He also offered to give you a tour of the area, as was apparently one of his duties as a native to the region.

Your agreement couldn't come fast enough, but the steadying hand on the small of your back as he spoke to you didn't hurt either.

The trouble got worse when you learned that apparently Leon was "pants with directions" and got the two of you lost several times the following day, leading to several public snafus with folks taking pictures of their beloved former champion and some mysterious foreigner at some of Galar's "hottest date destinations!"

The headlines were apparently terribly scandalous, but they were in a language you didn't particularly feel like translating.

However, Penny's a native Galarian and had no problem sharing with Nemona and Arven.

You spent 2 hours the following evening explaining the whole thing to Arven over the phone and how the whole thing was very clearly a misunderstanding, particularly on Leon's part. Nothing happened, and you were fully intending to beat the snot out of Leon in the competition the next day to make it up to Arven.

Then the next day came, and you met Leon on the pitch. You hadn't been able to see him before because of competition regulations or something, but when you met in the middle to shake hands, this man did a full bow and kissed your hand in front of the stadium and all the cameras.

Your face heated up, and you pulled your hand away as gracefully as you could while maintaining decorum for the public.

"Looking forward to our battle, love!" Boy, he got familiar with the pet names awfully fast.

"Looking forward to taking your charizard out of the sky!" You replied with a cheeky grin that hopefully came off as appropriately cocky for the crowds without causing scandal for your region.

In the end, your terastalized tinkaton was able to knock his lizard to the ground and pummel it, resulting in your victory.

You thought Leon might lose it for a moment, but it seemed like he'd only gotten better at dealing with defeat over time. When you met again in the center of the pitch, and you extended your hand, he took it...only to fully dip you for the crowds, causing them to gasp in surprise.

You yelped, and as he went in for a kiss for the cameras, you turned your face just in time, so that he planted one firmly on your cheek instead.

When he let you back to your feet, you both smiled and waved to the crowds before departing.

Backstage your phone had already blown up with texts from all of your friends, and you were already lamenting the roaming fees.

You called Arven first and he picked up before the first ring even finished.

"Are you kidding me?! Who does this guy think he is?"

"I'm about to go let him down. Officially, I guess? I didn't think this needed to happen. Something must have seriously been miscommunicated. I'm sorry you had to see that. Please please please believe me. I don't know what's going on in his head."

"Do you even understand how much this hurts me?"

"I don't. I couldn't, but I can imagine it, and I'm really sorry. I hope you saw how I was trying to avoid it all."

"...I guess..."

You heard a knock at the door to your locker room.

"Listen, Arven. I love you, and I'll be home soon, but I've got to go now. I'll call you back as soon as I can, okay?"

"'Kay. I love you, too."

You hung up and found Leon at the door waiting for you, leaning against the frame with arms crossed and a smile on his face.

"You really gave me a lashing out there, love. Good show!" He said as he made his way into the space.

"Uh....yeah..." You replied as you started to fiddle with the bottom of your jersey.

"So..." He spread out on the sofa like a purrloin.

"Leon...." You started. "What happened?" You asked in Galarian. "Outside?"

"On the pitch?" He gestured. "Just some fun! For the cameras! They love a love story, yeah? Those headlines were top news! It's great for the tournament, too. You're a bit shy though, yea? I'm sorry, love. I should've asked. Sorry." He at least had the decency to look properly sorry.

You frowned. "I...have a boyfriend. In Paldea."

Leon looked like he'd been smacked. "What?! Why didn't you say?"

You tilted your head to the side, trying to formulate a response, then typed one into a translation app on your phone which basically amounted to. "I didn't think it needed to be explained! You never asked?"

Leon at least had the decency to look sorry. He also pulled out a translation device when he realized his thoughts might be too complex for his simple Paldean. He apologized for not realizing that his actions could have been misconstrued the other day and then jumping the gun so publicly today. He genuinely seemed apologetic, so you accepted, on the condition that he also confirmed with Arven that you didn't do anything wrong.

So there in the locker room, you filmed former champion Leon apologizing to your boyfriend for attempting to kiss you on international television.

However, it seemed that all was not entirely forgiven. Galar's headlines forgot about you the moment you lost the tournament to some Kantonian named Red, but Arven?

Arven's a different story.

You're currently sitting on your bed, waiting for Arven to get back to your place, antsy with nerves. You know he's not actually mad because you know he knows you didn't do anything wrong.

But still. You feel bad to have been involved in him feeling bad. You love him.

That doesn't change the fact that you jump a bit when you hear the door open and Arven call your name.

"I-I'm upstairs!" You reply, your voice quivering.

He wastes no time making his way to the bedroom. You stand to give him a kiss, but he skillfully dodges you.

"Welcome back," He says with an even tone, but his eyes are dark.

"I really missed you..." You offer weakly.

"Oh, I know you did." He says, as he starts circling you, not unlike a veluza, almost predatory. "It seems you had a hard time being alone without me, didn't you?"

"Arven, you know I--"

Arven pulls you in close to him, gripping you by the waist and the back of the neck. "Would it have been better if I was there with you? Made sure to keep all those other guys away from my dearest treasure?"

"I-I..."

"I know you're a capable person and all... But you're just so...sweet..." His thumb at your neck rubs circles into the skin there. "Trusting... Maybe I should've tagged along. Kept them all away from you. Showed them who you belonged to, yeah?"

"O-Oh..." You feel your knees buckle a bit, but Arven's grip keeps you upright and secure. He can tell the effect this is having on you though because he smirks and leans in close to whisper hotly in your ear.

"Strip and get on the bed for me, will you?"

You do as you're told, with Arven watching you carefully. Only once you're dutifully in place does he also strip and move to straddle you.

"See here's the thing." Arven tells you as he leans in close, kissing along your neck and jawline. "I know you're a good girl."

The praise makes you whimper without even thinking.

"See?" He laughs softly, darkly. "Like that. I imagine all those other folks out there can tell that about you, too. They want to swoop in and steal you away from me..."

"N-No, Arven..." You whimper pathetically in protest.

"You wanna be with me, don't you, my sweetest?" He asks between hot, biting kisses along your collarbone while one of his hands snakes up to squeeze at your breasts.

"O-of course! Only you!" You reply, hooking a leg over his hips to draw him in closer to you.

Arven moves up to take your mouth in a searing kiss as he grinds his hardness against you. When he eventually moves away to pepper more bites along your neck, he mumbles into your skin. "Maybe I could mark you up...leave you with little marks all along this pretty neck... Show the world that you're mine. Would you like that?"

Your reply comes only as a pathetic whine and nod while your fingers thread through his soft hair.

"I'll take that as a yes then..." Arven replies with a soft chuckle.

As he starts working on dotting your clavicle with hickies, one of his hands goes to unhook your leg from his hips, letting your knees splay open. His fingers deftly move to the growing wetness between your thighs.

"Hmm... Already soaked like this?" He tuts in faux mocking. "Such a needy thing... Guess I have no choice but to take care of you."

You wantonly grind against his fingers as his thumb works glorious circles around your clit, bringing you to a stunning completion in a matter of about a minute that has your thighs quaking while you chant his name like a mantra.

"That's right, sweet thing... You know who you belong to, don't you..." He murmurs, gathering wetness from your folds to lube up his cock. "You're mine." He says as he thrusts into you in one fluid motion that has you choking on an inhalation. It's a little rough, but nothing he knows you're not already comfortable with. It's the same with the pace he sets as he fucks into you.

You do your best to match his thrusts from below, but when he catches on to your movement he pauses. "Ah, ah, ah... Not this time." He says before hefting your knees over his shoulders. The new angle makes for a rougher fuck that hits the most delicious places inside of you.

"I wanna fuck you so hard you never even think of another man. You hear me?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Yeah?" His hips stutter a bit. "You like that?" You nod because you know if you open your mouth the only thing to come out would be stupid moans.

"Good. I'm gonna keep fucking you like this. Make sure all the world knows you're mine. F-fuck... Maybe if I knock you up, everyone else'll get the h-hint!"

That was new. Not something expected or discussed prior, but it did something to you, and Arven clearly noticed.

"Holy f-fuck, that got a rise out of you, didn't it? You got so much, nngh, tighter...Sh-shit.... I'm close. Just...." It only takes a few more thrusts before he cums hard and deep inside you. A moment later, he's let your legs go, and then he's collapsed onto the bed beside you.

"Uh... Sorry for the roughness." He pants. "And, uh, the other thing."

Still entirely blissed out, you look back at him. "Hm? It's okay... I dunno... Maybe I should go to other regions more often..."

#arven fanfic #arven x female reader #arven x reader

[drunkenbagel]

Enchanted to meet you - Part 3

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Spanish f!reader Contents: overall fluff, descriptions of panic attack, angst with comfort a/n: i'm so so sorry for being away so long, i somehow lost access to the account and couldn't post anything!! also have been on a kind of writer's block, so i'm sorry for that too lol. for this part i added some media, let me know if you like it :D Word count: 5,5k Disclaimer: none of the photos used are mine and therefore i do not own them, i just edited them.

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Your side of the video call stayed silent for a moment, while you were trying to process what Pedro just said.

“y/n? Did I lost you?” he asked, and groaned. “Maldita cobertura de LA” (Damned LA reception.)

“Wha- What did you just say?” you questioned again. “Are you kidding me right now? Because if you are, no te lo perdonaré nunca.” (I'll never forgive you)

”What? I just-” he started another sentence, but he was interrupted by someone asking to take a picture with him. You quickly silenced your mic and turned off your camera, not wanting to be seen by the people he was with. They would probably get the wrong idea, getting him in trouble. Not to mention the controversy and the incessant hate train that the situation would create. You knew Pedro was sensitive when it came to hurt and pain, even if it didn't seem that way just because he brushed it off with goofiness and some jokes. So, you tried your best to avoid any kind of problem that seeing someone like you with him could cause. After a few minutes, he focused his phone on his face again.

“Hey, sorry about that, darlin'” he said with a side smile. “Some people asked- Are you still there?”

You connected your mic and camera again. “Yeah, sorry. Didn't want to disturb you.”

He frowned. “Don't say that. You don't.”

You felt a small pang on your chest, but you brushed it off by jumping again to the previous topic.

“So, what is that thing you were telling me? You're inviting me where?”

“Oh, yeah! I was thinking if you'd like to come with me to Los Angeles. I've got some long filming ahead and was wondering if you'd like to visit me. I'm going to stay at my house here, and of course, as my best friend, you have a designated room” he said laughing. “I could show you around and stuff. You know, to see the beautiful places here.”

“I mean... I'd sure as hell would love it, don't get me wrong or anything” you said, letting out a nervous chuckle. “But, uhm...”

You didn't know how to tell him that you were dying to see Los Angeles since you moved to the United States, but that you were afraid to be outside with him and the consequences that it could bring. You two had been basically best friends for almost two and a half years now, but he was still a celebrity, for fuck's sake. And you were... Average. You always tried to be really careful when going outside with him. Wasn't he afraid of being seen with you? It was easier to blend in the few times you two went out in New York, especially since you preferred to go out mostly at night-time or just hang out at his house.

“Then it's settled! I'll be back there in like a week, and after a few days we can come back here for as long as you like. I think it'll be so fun being here with you, you'll love this! I'll show you so many things here. Oh, I also could show you around the studios, maybe you'll see someone from those crime shows you're obsessed with.”

“Hey! Why the cute rant and then you attack me? Not fair” you said cracking a small smile. “I appreciate your invite, really, but... I don't know, I have my job, my rent...”

“y/n, since your promotion you practically work from home. You don't go to the office anymore. And about your apartment, you always complain about the landlord, the sink, the place itself. Si no es esto, es lo otro. Why don't you move out and look for anything else?” (If it's not this, it's that.)

“I-” you tried to think of any excuses, but he was right. You had been looking for apartments, but it was very difficult to find anything decent in New York with an average paycheck. You sighed, defeated. “Look, I know you're right, but what do you want me to do? Just magically find something?”

He hummed, and brought his hand to his chin, thinking. You almost laughed. It looked like he was thinking so hard. After a few moments, he snapped his fingers.

“Here's the deal. I know this filming is going to be at least three months, so how about you stay with me here, and then you can stay at mine in New York? You know you have a room at my place anyways.”

“What? That is not-” You felt your cheeks heat up. How could he be so calm about this? “So that is your solution? You want me to move in with you?”

“I wouldn't say that, it's more like... A temporary solution until you find a place for yourself. You know you practically spend all your time in my house when I'm there! Also, you could stop paying rent for that shithole while staying with me, so I only see positive points here. Am I wrong?”

He smiled at the camera while you ran a hand through your hair, stressed. He had a very valid point, of course, but he said it so casually that it left you a bit dumbfounded. So did this mean that he didn't care to be seen with you? His New York apartment was in a multiple housing building, so it was always easier for you to go in unnoticed. But Los Angeles? You didn't know if that was possible. People there were more used to seeing celebrities, of course, but the anxious thoughts were not leaving you alone.

“Hey, I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable or anything. You know you can always say no” he said with a worried tone.

“I know, I know. I was just thinking...” you sighed. “You're right. But are you sure you don't mind me being there with you? Or anywhere close for that matter? Are you sure it's okay? Because I wouldn't-”

“Y'think I would have said it if I didn't mean it? You're offending me!” he said laughing. “Now, seriously. I'd love to have you around more. You know I miss you when we're apart.”

“Aw, mi Pedrito se enterneció. ¡Te he ablandado! How did you live without me?” you joked. (My little Pedro got soft. I have softened you!)

His could feel his cheeks getting red, but he tried to brush it off. “Anda, cállate. Do you accept my deal or not? The offer is now for limited time.” (C'mon, shut up.)

“Okay, okay! I do accept” you said laughing. “But I'll need help with moving if I have to leave everything at your apartment before going to LA. You help me or the deal is off.”

“You got it” he said with a wide smile. The way his eyes wrinkled while he was smiling or laughing made your heart skip a beat. It was too cute for your heart to handle, you loved it. The way he grasped onto anyone around him while he let out the cutest belly laugh, or how contagious they were.

Little did you know he was thinking the same thing about you. Pedro loved your laugh, especially when it was shared with him. Oh, how his heart started to beat faster every time you sent him a message. Or how that one time you were video chatting him and you felt so comfortable that you fell asleep still in the call. He ended up just watching you sleep soundly before falling asleep ‘beside you’. And now he was going to have you under the same roof? He felt like he was the happiest man in the world when you accepted. He couldn't believe you did. He had been thinking about asking you since you always complained about how awful your landlord was, or how he refused to fix anything. Truth be told, he wanted to punch that guy more than anything sometimes.

He tried to keep his silly crush for himself, especially since you were much younger than him. The last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable, so he tried to keep it away from his thoughts. But it was so damn difficult. You were so kind, so caring, and so sweet. He wanted you all for himself, but whenever he thought about it, he always ended up in the conclusion that you didn't seem to show any interest beyond your friendship. That's why he forced himself to act as he was, just your ‘older’ best friend. Who casually just invited you to live with him.

Cool, cool. Totally normal.

As the days went by, you put your leave notice to your landlord and started packing everything. Pedro helped you with all, just as he promised, even using his own car to move the boxes back and forth between apartments. Luckily, you didn't have that much stuff since your apartment was quite small. Time seemed to pass very slowly but so fast at the same time, leaving your stomach to be a flustered mess of nervousness. Soon enough, you both were waiting into the airline row to enter the plane.

“Oh my god. I can't believe I'm doing this!”

“It's hitting you now?” Pedro answered laughing. “Actually, it's making me feel weird too. But the good kind. I like it when I have you around.”

“Aw” you said pouting. “You like it, but not enough to pay for us to sit together?”

“Are you kidding me? I'm not going to pay 50 extra dollars for a seat. I'm already going to see you all the time when we land, don't give me a hard time with it! Plus, we're only a seat apart, eres una exagerada.” (You're exaggerating.)

“Whatever. I'll remember this betrayal.”

“Ugh” he said smiling while he rolled his eyes. “C'mon, we're next.”

The six hour flight went by faster than you expected it to be, especially since you slept for most of it. The chatty old lady that sat in between you two was kind enough to switch places with Pedro halfway on the flight when she saw the way he looked at you uncomfortably sleeping against the plane window, so he put the armrest back and carefully pulled you to his side so you could sleep on him.

You looked so beautiful like this. Softly moving your hair away from your face, he pushed the stray hairs behind your ear, and you sighed contently. He couldn't stop the smile that formed on his lips.

“How long have you been dating, dear?”

Pedro turned his head to his right, confused. “What?”

“Oh, I'm sorry. Are you married perhaps? It's just that I didn't see your rings so I guessed you didn't pop the question yet. Don't tell me this trip is for that! Oh my, congratulations!”

“What? No! No, no” he said while moving his free hand on the air. He could feel his cheeks getting hot and he looked at you quickly in case you had heard the lady, but you were soundly asleep. Then he looked at her again. “It's not like that. We- Uh, we're just friends. She's my best friend. Just that.”

“‘M sorry then, dear. It's just that I heard you two talkin’ about living together, saw you actin’ like you were, and I just assumed. But let me tell ya’, honey, friends don't look at each other like that” she said, briefly patting his thigh while smiling. “My dear Stevie, may he rest in peace, was always lookin’ at me the same. I didn't realize I was in love with him until I was with somebody else, for the love of god! I just assumed he was a good friend and never saw me as nothin’ else. He even helped me with this guy just ‘cause I seemed happy. But you see, honey, he just wanted the best for me as long as I was happy, even if that meant sacrificing his own happiness. I almost lost my dearest because I thought helpin’ me to find joy in another meant that he wasn't interested. I can see how you look at her. Don't let that happen to you, honey. Believe me, not worth the time you lose while y’know that you two are just playin’ pretend.”

Pedro only looked at the woman with his lips briefly parted, his heart heavy on his chest. He didn't want that happening, but he could also not risk ruining the relationship he already had with you. He would never do that. Also, he noticed how you always avoided going to crowded spaces or where paparazzi could spot you two together. How could he not? He knew that you didn't like the attention that kind of things attracted, so he respected your decisions over where to meet. Pedro preferred staying with you watching TV or playing games rather than cameras following him everywhere anyways. In fact, he knew moving to Los Angeles was a huge step for you, since it was nearly impossible to go out and not be spotted by paparazzis. That was mainly why he was feeling so nervous about this whole thing, but he hoped that after all the time that you two had been friends for, maybe you wouldn't be too bashful about going out with him, and would let him recognise you publicly as his friend.

He spent the hour and a half that was left of the flight sleeping with his head on top of yours, only waking up when the lady beside him shook his arm gently to let him know that you were landing. He then did the same with you, and couldn't hold back a smile while he watched you rub your eyes and yawn. After getting off the plane you two went for your baggages, and after you managed to put everything in one big stroller, you started walking outside.

“I'm impressed” he said, watching you push the thing by yourself. “I thought you were going to bring your whole house over here. Is this really everything?”

“Well, no” you said as if it was obvious. “Did you think I was going to bring my scarfs, jackets and big sweaters to LA? I'm not-”

You stopped talking when you saw a man with a camera in the distance. He was taking pictures of you. You gulped and tried to laugh, but an uncomfortable chuckle came out.

“y/n? Are you alright?” asked Pedro, a little worried by your change of demeanour. He moved his eyes in the direction you were looking, and then he saw it. A couple of men with cameras, and they were getting closer. “Hey, look at me.” You linked your eyes with his, and he had a soft look on them. “You'll be alright. C'mon, let's take a taxi and get home.”

You nodded and tried to ignore the sound of clicking cameras getting closer. Taking the stroller, Pedro quickly made his way to a taxi and started packing everything up while you got inside. When the men reached the car you heard him say something before he got to the back of it with you and gave the address to the driver. You nervously took his hand with yours and he squeezed it twice, which was his silent way of asking if you were feeling okay. You squeezed it back once. Yeah, just anxious. You two came up with this method after Pedro realized that you sometimes went non-verbal when you were in situations that made you feel anxious, and he wanted to know how he could help. You rest your head on his shoulder, and he left a kiss on your hair while rubbing his thumb over yours. After a few minutes in silence, he spoke up.

“I'm thinking you won't have much enthusiasm of going out. I understand if you wanna spend the day at home. We can watch a film or something, then order food. Sounds good?”

“Yeah” you answered in a whisper. “I'm sorry.”

“Why? You didn't do anything wrong. I know you're not used to this, and I love you for coming with me to the other side of the country despite knowing the situations that you may have to face. I should be the one apologizing” he said, and kissed your forehead. “I know this will be hard at first, but I want to be able to call you my friend. To talk about you in interviews, or when people ask me about funny stories. And I'm not trying to give you an ultimatum or anything since I understand that you want your privacy, I do too, but with my kind of life, you always have to give something. I don't want you being followed, but at least I want to be able to not hide my amazing best friend to the world.”

“I understand, and I'm okay with it. I didn't just accept moving with you lightly, I knew what I was getting into. And I understand that it may have been difficult not to say anything about me, but I just- I wasn't ready. It's not easy being a celebrity's best friend” you said with a chuckle. “But I also get your point. You have been my best friend for a long time now, and I don't want to hide anymore. I know it's going to be hard, so I need you to be patient with me. More than you have already been, which I'm incredibly thankful for. But it's not going to be something I magically get used to. Don't you think I might also be dying to share you with the world? I'd love to! But I was trying to wrap my head around it. And I did, and I'm ready. So expect me posting about you and your shitty habits everywhere on my Instagram and Twitter from now on.”

He couldn't hold back a wide grin while he took you into a tight hug, and you giggled. “Thank you. Thank you so much for doing this, y/n. Ugh, you're the best. How did I ever bag this good of a friend?”

“I believe you stalked me for weeks, forced Ernesto to tell you things about my schedule, then waited for me in the café every time like a puppy and called it ‘a coincidence’, right?”

“You're saying it like I'm some creep or something! I just liked how normal you treated me, okay? Shut up.”

After arriving to the house and setting your things on your room, Pedro gave you a small tour of the house. You loved it. Especially the views from the amazing balcony that led to a beautiful view of the city. You two opened a bottle of wine while waiting for the takeout to arrive, and you braced yourself to finally face the challenge: going through socials. You were sure that the photos from this morning were all over the internet already, and when you entered Twitter, you confirmed it. The paparazzi pictures where everywhere, and everyone was speculating on how were you related to him. When the food arrived and he was about to dig into it, you spoke.

“Pedro?”

“Yeah?”

“I think it's time to post it” you said while taking a long sip of the glass.

“That fast?” he asked incredulously. You nodded and showed him your phone. “Okay then, one sec.”

He took out his phone and typed something. A few moments later, your phone chimed, and you stared at the Instagram post you were tagged in.

“You bitch! You could have picked another photo” you said while laughing.

“I know, but that's the funniest one” he said chuckling too.

—•—

It had been a bit more than a month since the photo was posted, and people were taking it a lot better than you had expected. Some were even asking you to post ‘unseen’ Pedro content. There were also people that insulted you and told you ugly things, but you decided to ignore and block them. Your social media follower count had exploded, and you had a lot of new people interacting with your normal content, but you got more or less used to it.

You had been out together a couple of times, mostly to get groceries and stuff before Pedro began his filming. He made you copies for every key in the house, and also gave you the spare one for his car in case you ever needed it. But since then, he spent a lot of hours out in the studios, so you mostly saw each other at early mornings or nights.

“Hey, I'm free today so I was thinking of going to the beach or something. I know it's not the best weather, but maybe we could take the car and then rent some bikes and go for a ride over there? What do you think?” Pedro asked you one afternoon while eating lunch.

You yawned while nodding. You had tried not to sleep in the Los Angeles daylight, but you were still kind of used to the New York timezone. Jet lag was no joke, and your shitty sleep schedule didn't help either.

“Sure. But I might be a little out of practice, so you better not laugh at me.”

“But that would be the best part!” he said laughing. “Okay then, I'll go for the car. This way I can show you around a bit more than these past weeks.”

He seemed very happy since he made you two public, and it made your heart go soft at the thought that sharing you with the world had that kind of reaction for him. Sometimes you thought that the people would find your friendship weird because of the age difference, but to your luck, it seemed like most people understood the situation a little. Of course, there were the ones that thought it was weird, or that you two were dating but didn't want to tell, but luckily it wasn't that many people.

When you got dressed Pedro drove to Santa Monica beach, then rented the bikes, and it was then when your small tour began. He showed you Venice beach, his favourite places to eat, drink and you even saw a museum from the outside. When the sun was starting to set, you rode back to the bike renting shop and sat in the sand to watch the sunset.

After it got a little dark, Pedro drove you to a local Mexican restaurant not too far to have dinner. You ordered some tacos and enchiladas, and while eating them both of you talked about how filming was going. He was so excited about it, and he wanted to invite you to set. You told him you would think about it beacuse you too had a job, but you ended up promising you would soon since you could do yours from anywhere and your schedule was more flexible. Pedro had a small desk on the living room so you used it as a makeshift little office.

Unaware for both of you, some people had spotted Pedro at the restaurant and posted it on the internet, which led the paparazzi to the location. They were waiting outside, and when you two realised it, it was too late, since there were already a small swarm of them. Your stomach began to ache with anxiety. This was the first time that you encountered that many together.

“I can ask the staff to let us out from the back” Pedro said after seeing your reaction to the small crowd.

“No, no. I don't want to inconvenience them or anything. We'll just... Go out, and then walk to the car and go back home. I'll be fine” you said, but worry was lingering in your voice.

After getting your leftovers in a small container, paying and gathering your things, you got up and headed to the exit. When Pedro got his hand on the handle of the cristal door, the flashes of the cameras had already began clicking around you. You had to cover your eyes and stop in your tracks for a second, which Pedro used to take your hand and lead you to where the car was a few meters away. Everyone was pushing around and shouting, trying to get his attention.

“Why did you hide her?”

“Did she move in with you?”

“Are you two dating?”

You reached the car, but they were too close. One of them was blocking the passenger door, so you couldn't really get into it. Pedro was already on the driver's side of the car, waiting for you to get in.

“Please move, you're in the middle” you heard Pedro say to them.

The photographers didn't listen and kept shouting while flashing their cameras. They were so close, too close, you felt like your air was slowly getting kicked out of your lungs. But they didn't back off, they just kept moving closer and pushing their way into you to get the best angles.

“Why are you even with her? You can do so much better!”

Pedro turned around to yell at the guy who said that, but he was just in front of you, and while he flinched backwards trying to get away from him thinking Pedro was maybe going to push him, his camera hit your face. It hit you right in the cheek, breaking the skin ever so slightly but enough to make you bleed. You gasped and your head moved down from the impact. You heard Pedro yell your name as he ran to your side, and you could swear the small crowd went silent for an instant before resuming the flashing of the cameras.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Pedro screamed at the guy. He took your face softly in between his hands as he was inspecting the spot which you had been hit on.

“She was in the middle, it's not my fault!”

“It's not your fault?” he said tearing his eyes from you to the man, and felt the worry for you shift into rage inside of him. “If you had even a little bit of a brain you wouldn't have to push anyone, you fucking asshole!”

You couldn't hear anything. Everything sounded like it was muffled. Panic was starting to build rapidly into you, making your limbs shake. Your breath was becoming irregular and your hands were sweating. No, no, no. Not here. Not now. You turned your back to the photographers, facing the car and putting your hands against it in an attempt to ground yourself. Tears started forming in your eyes, and you tried not to spill them. You didn't want to cry, not here, not where you could embarrass Pedro. That was the last thing you wanted. You tried to open the car door with shaky hands, and after what felt like an eternity, you got into the car. You crouched down and took your head between your hands trying to stop your head from pounding. Pedro was so fucking angry at the guy. How could he treat you like that? He had no right to do it. He was almost going to punch him but stopped in his tracks when he saw you get into the car and double over. His stomach sank at the sight. He knew what that position meant for you, and without any other word he got into the car and drove away without caring if he ran over one of those ungrateful men.

“Breathe, baby. We're out, I'm taking you home. We're almost there. Steady breaths.”

He kept talking to you in an effort to ground you, but silent tears were already streaming down your face as you hyperventilated. You hated this, you hated messing up everything. As soon as you were home, Pedro got out of the car and ran to your side. After opening the door, he carefully took you in his arms as you clinged to him, still with uneven breaths. He took you to the living room and lowered both of you to the ground.

“y/n, let's breathe together, okay? Look” he said while taking your hands into his and clutching them into his chest. He breathed in and out slowly a couple of times, and you tried to imitate him, but it was very hard for you, which only got you more frustrated and anxious. “It's alright, don't push it. Slowly. There's no rush, I'm here with you. Now, I'm going to leave your side for a second” he said softly, and you let out a small whine. “It'll be just a moment, and I'll be right back, okay? It's alright, I promise.”

You slightly nodded, still shaking and breathing harshly. Pedro quickly got up and grabbed an ice pack from the freezer, making his way back to you. He then sat in front of you and put it into your hands, holding them to your chest. Cold always helped you calm down.

“Meanwhile... Let's do 5-to-1, alright? Tell me 5 things you can see.”

After a small pause, you nodded and started looking around. “P-photos” you answered with a small shaky voice. “TV. Kitchen. F-fan. Bal- balcony. Shoes.”

“Good. Very good, baby. You're doing amazing” he said with a smile. “Now 4 things you can touch.”

You looked around and with a trembling hand you touched the rug. Then your pants. Then the sofa. And lastly the small coffee table that was in front of the sofa.

“That's good. Very good” he reassured you again. Positive responses helped you feel like you were a bit more in control. “Now three things you can hear.”

You breathed in and out shakily again, and closed your eyes for a moment. You could hear some faint music from the street, playing not too far away. “M- music.” Moving your head slowly, you heard the kitchen clock ticking. “Clock.” Pedro nodded and gave your hands a small squeeze. A breeze made the trees outside crunch. “Wind.”

“Perfect. That's very good, baby. You're doing great. Now can two things you can smell?”

You looked around again, trying to find anything that came into your ratio. You sniffed the air, and saw the abandoned leftover box in the middle of the room.

“F-food.” Pedro smiled at you and nodded. You looked at him with teary eyes, inhaled and then clutched his shirt. “You. Your- cologne.”

He couldn't stop his face softening or the loving look he gave you. He knew you were just saying it because he was the closest thing you could smell, but he couldn't help his heart from beating faster.

“Very good. Now the last one, something you can taste.”

You had calmed down a little, but after a few moments of looking around, your breath became hitched again. You couldn't find anything. Nothing. Not even a mint or some candy. Pedro saw how your thoughts started racing again, and his smile faded completely, panic briefly washing over him too.

“Okay, okay. Remember, slow breaths. Deep and slow, please.”

Your eyes didn't meet his, frantically looking for something that would complete the exercise. You had to complete it. It wasn't right. Pedro thought of every possible solution, but nothing came to mind. Until it did. But he didn't want to do it. It felt wrong, but he saw you start trembling again, he couldn't just leave you to suffer. He knew how important this cycle was to you.

“Oh, fuck this. I- I'm sorry” Pedro muttered while tenderly taking your face in his hands and bringing his lips to meet yours. Your entire body stopped shaking in shock as your eyes widened. You could taste his minty toothpaste along with your shared dinner. Without you noticing, your breath had become slower because of the air shortage. But Pedro noticed that, and he gently pulled back from the kiss. He slowly opened his eyes to meet your still widened ones. For what felt the longest time you two didn't say anything, and his thoughts were the ones that started to race now.

Fuck. I fucked up everything. Why did I even do that? Shit. I ruined it. Now she's going to leave and-

You left the ice pack on the floor, and leaning into him, you snuggled into his lap and put your head on his chest, hugging his waist with your arms. He did the same and held your head with one of his hands, resting his lips on top of it. Pedro was now the one with wide eyes.

What was he supposed to do now? What the hell did this even mean?

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x you #fanfiction

[doeshrine]

hii could i request headcannons or a fanfic about doe learning how to text and use a phone? (reader just taught him how to type n stuff) (also g/n reader pls)

Oh my gods you don't know how excited I am for my first request for my Doe Darling(if anyone steals that nickname I will lose my last ounce of sanity)! Thank you for your request hun!

Rating: E for Everyone

Summary: Just ideas about what Doe does with his phone. ----- So before even using a phone, Doe just gets ahold of Your tablet or Ipad and begins fiddling with it. He seems to like games and things so you decide to get him his own phone. When teaching Doe how to text he gets really frustrated with his nails consistently hitting the phone but not making any letters appear on the screen. He does get upset and just makes a scary face at the device thinking it will do anything.

He does pretty ok with texting once he gets the handle on it, but it is always full of typos.

He hates autocorrect.

He loves sending voice memos and saves all the ones You send to him. He'll play them on a loop when You are away at work.

However, when you offer to show him how to type, he is like staring at your hands the entire time. I feel like Doe has a thing for hands and hand holding so he just likes watching You work.

Eventually, Doe figures out how to type with the pads of their fingers and is finally able to text.

Doe however always tries to call you when you text because he prefers the sound of your voice. It is more comforting than a text to him.

If you don't text him back or call him- he will in fact spam text You.

Doe adores being able to video call you on breaks or while you're in the shower so he knows you're ok. Especially when he is off collecting materials to maintain his form.

However, don't expect Doe to use his phone often since he does just prefer being in Your company and hearing Your voice and heartbeat after a long day.

One thing Doe loves about his phone however is the camera. For a garbage man, he loves taking pictures of himself and sending them to You while you're at work, but he always expects a photo in return or he thinks you didn't enjoy it. If that happens- expect voicemails and memos to be spammed on your phone!

#john doe #tw yandere #character x reader #john doe x you #john doe visual novel #john doe x reader #johndoeshrine

[blushinggray]

change of plans: part 11

sero hanta x fem!reader

part 11/12 (part 10 | part 1)

oops. more porn.

cw // nsfw; lingerie, teasing, more recreational drug use (weed), cockwarming, slightly public sex (sorry to their friends here, they did not consent to this 😔), allusions to exhibitionism, crying, comfort

—

You didn't realize that the phrase, "distance makes the heart grow fonder" applied so literally to Sero Hanta.

He has never texted you consistently in the time that you've had each other's contact info. Yet, now that he's several time zones away from you, he somehow can't seem to leave you alone.

Or it could be that he’s technically your boyfriend now and just wanted to keep in regular touch with you.

Either way, you can’t say you mind all of the stable communication and more consistent response times after all the head games you played with yourself before this. All the good morning and good night texts, food and travel pictures, random videos of him and his relatives, and constant requests for video calls are far more preferable to the once a day texts or psyching yourself out to make a phone call.

You only feel bad that you didn’t have much to offer in return in comparison. While he was off traveling between countries in South America to visit different relatives and family friends, you were back in your hometown for the holidays and enjoying what you could of them with your family and hometown friends, so aside from the dinner and family pictures, you didn’t really have anything as exciting to share with him.

He had plenty to be excited about though, apparently. Because of the time zone thing, you didn’t often accept his video call invitations, whether it was because you were asleep or busy or just away from your phone at the time. So when you missed those, he’d ask for a picture or selfie to make up for it.

There was one instance where you both did happen to be available for a call since he got back in late after a night out with his cousins, and you were about to get ready for a shower. When you answered, he was clearly still a bit tipsy as he only spoke in slurred, sleepy Spanish to you for the first five minutes. At which point, you just chuckled and continued preparing for your shower as you listened to him go on.

He only switched back when you told him you were going to hang up to wash up.

“Nooo, don’t go, querida.” He had whined, “Bring your phone into the bathroom with you and let me watch.”

You snorted at that before bringing up, “Isn’t the camera just going to fog up?”

“Just tuck me into a little zipper bag and keep me close.” He insisted.

So you ended up digging around in your room for that water protectant plastic phone pouch you bought for snorkeling during a trip once to bring Sero into the shower with you. He kind of just watched you with a glazed look in his eyes most of the time while you were washing up, which you thought kind of defeated the purpose of bringing him in with you in the first place.

But by the time you were drying off, he just sighed all dreamily, saying, “Wow. I cannot believe that you are my girlfriend.”

And, well. That was nice to hear.

So… you may or may not have let him watch you get off on your vibrator a bit later that night.

You were completely sober, yet you didn’t find it all that hard to say embarrassing things like, “God, I wish it was you. I wish it was you so bad. I miss you so much, Hanta” as you were riding your favorite toy in front of your phone propped on the bed. Probably because he was behind a screen that you could easily hide from, but you didn't really feel the need to hide.

The way that he was breathing hard and jerking himself off as he watched you and occasionally directed you actually gave you a bit more confidence. The fact that he was in a completely different part of the world, able to do whatever or whoever he wanted and probably get away with it, but still only thought of you fanned out your ego like a peacock's feathers.

You never imagined him to be so needy. He was all cool and unbothered when you first met him, and he seemed to let things go easily since he would always brush off your rejections. But now that he has you officially, all the playboy smooth talk and smiles have been scooting over to make room for the goofier, whinier side of his personality.

It’s pretty cute.

All the mischievous smirks, cheesy lines, and cool guy airs have given way for more silly faces, rambunctious laughter, and stupid jokes. And all of them together are much more endearing to you than simply one side of each, because they're all still parts of Sero. And being able to see more of all of them feels like something only you get the privilege of.

And he, in turn, obviously starts to see more of the embarrassing sides of you, too. The sudden bouts of huffiness or jealousy, the pettiness that comes out in French when you don't want him to understand what you're saying, the ugly noises you make when start laughing too hard, your own needy and whiny side that you’ve been toning down until now, the random spells of lust you get for him at the slightest things.

No, that's especially embarrassing; how horny you are for him. While it's not unusual to be attracted to your own boyfriend, he just... you don't even know what he does to you. But just noticing the slightest detail about him — an outfit you've never seen him on before, the way his voice sounds when saying a certain Spanish phrase, a growing tan line on his skin — you find yourself warming at the core or rubbing your thighs together. It's especially pathetic because you haven't even seen him since the morning after the holiday party.

Okay, so maybe you miss him a bit too. And you're looking really forward to what's to come; sex, dates, pictures, music, language and all.

Which is why you're preparing so much for the next time you see him. He's actually heading back to the university area a day ahead of you, so you agreed to meet at his apartment after you got back into the city too. You both agreed to just have a simple date at home first (to keep the horny energy in a controlled environment), so you are pulling a few extra stops to make your reunion a bit more... dramatic.

The day you get back into the city, after stopping by your own apartment to get ready, you head to Sero’s place with a bag of some extra groceries, in case you want to cook something together later. But you almost drop them when your boyfriend swoops in for a big kiss and hug before he even says hello.

You struggle to keep a grip on the bag handles, but you still lean up and wrap your free arm around his neck to kiss him back. Because wow— maybe you missed him more than you thought. It's only been a few weeks since you last met, but suddenly it feels like color has been restored to your vision. There's a lightness in your chest that makes your heart feel like it's floating in zero gravity.

His arm around your waist and his big hand splayed against your back make you feel at home, warmer than you were just minutes ago. And he is still as good at kissing as ever. You can taste a hint of orange from his mouth, probably from a juice or something, and it pairs splendidly with his woodsy cologne that has a touch of cinnamon.

"Get in here." He chuckles against your lips as he pulls you inside, closing the door before he presses you against it to keep kissing you.

You have to fight him off, but you do it with a laugh as you say, "Hey, calm down. At least let me put these in the fridge first."

"You brought something with you?" He asks, letting you go rather easily, as if he hadn't just been trying to suck your face off.

"Just some extra groceries. In case we wanted to make something. Here," you pull out a big, bright orange, "Your favorite."

He hums with a hooded smile, leaning in to kiss the orange in your hand before taking your wrist to trail a few kisses along your fingers, "You trying to feed me to win me over, bella?" he asks as he leans in to peck at your shoulder and cheek as well.

"I still have to win you over?" You joke back.

"Nah," he smiles, kissing you on the lips once more before finally pulling back and taking your bag, "You took care of that a long time ago."

"How long ago, exactly?" You ask, more to keep the light, springy pace of the conversation than out of curiosity. But when Sero hesitates to answer, that suddenly changes.

But he only diverts the question with another smile, walking off with your groceries, "That's for me to know."

You suppose you could pry further, or maybe even use a little promiscuous persuasion, but it's also not something you mind waiting to find out later. Maybe it'll mean something even more by then.

So for now, you're just going to focus on today. And how excited you are for this little at-home date.

Following him into the kitchen, you watch as he organizes the items into the refrigerator, catching up with him about his flight and some of things he did on his trip that he didn't get to mention in your texts and calls. At some point, he brings out a vacuum-sealed package of coffee beans to give to you, "These are the ones I was talking about that time at the grocer a while back."

"You mean that day you dragged me through a storm without so much as a warning?" You recall with a smile as you accept the bag. There's no special print or label on the package, so it must be from a local cafe or something.

Sero laughs as he pulls two mugs out of a cupboard and brings out his own bag of coffee beans. "I guess I did do something like that, didn't I?"

You hum, leaning back against the kitchen counter, thinking back to that fateful day you ran into him and had some of the most fun you’ve ever had in such a moment of spontaneity. Now that you can look back on it from where you stand with Sero currently, it brings out much more fondness than it did before.

“That was one of my favorite days.” You find yourself admitting, though you don’t look at him as you say it.

That doesn’t happen for long, however, as he steps in front you to plant each of his hands on the counter around you, leaning down to bring his face close to yours. Not to kiss you or anything this time, just to kind of look at you and... appreciate your presence, maybe.

As self-conscious as it makes you, you also kind of enjoy having the moment to appreciate him, too. It's only been a few weeks since you last saw him, but there are already some new changes about him. His skin has warmed up with a tan from being outdoors most days. There's a slight glow on his face that must've come his replenishing break from university. Even the lilt in certain words when he speaks sounds a little different after speaking Spanish for so long.

He's sexy.

You don't admit that very often just because you're still too used to underplaying your feelings for him, having tried to "protect" yourself from him at the beginning. But now that you really look at him, appreciate him, you can tell you've got a catch. Not only is he attractive, and charming, and smooth, but he also makes you smile and feel special. Even when you doubt it, he works hard to convince you of it.

You really like him. So much that you can't hold back from taking a kiss for yourself after holding your gazes for a while.

Sero sighs through his nose as he accepts your kiss with hot gratitude, pulling you even closer with an arm around your waist and a hand cupping the back of your head. You both just stay there for a while, making out in his kitchen, until you start letting out small sounds of growing desire and he has to pull himself back.

"I'm gonna make us some coffee so you can try it. Why don't you head to my room and get comfortable first?" He says with a smack to your ass before turning to pull out his coffee grinder.

You huff lightly at his dismissal before checking him with your hip and whipping around to strut to his bedroom. In all honesty though, this works out for you, because now you can really give him a surprise to walk in on.

While you arrived here wearing a long coat and sweater dress under the guise of protecting yourself from the cold weather, Sero's apartment heater and kisses have warmed you up enough to take them off. You're at the perfect threshold of warm and horny to just bring out the lingerie set you picked for today.

After hanging your coat and sweater dress on the empty wall hooks in Sero's room, you take a moment to admire yourself in the full length mirror. You've got on a sheer bustier bra and a silky, mesh skirt that ends just below your mid-thigh. It's only about a tone lighter than your skin, so the sheer material doesn't leave you naked, but still leaves little to the imagination.

It's a rather simple ensemble compared to the many you've browsed through and impulse-bought over the years, but this one immediately reminded you of how much Sero enjoyed the skirt you wore to the holiday party. And it looks pretty damn good on you, the silky material that practically blends into your skin makes you feel ethereal and almost fairy-like, yet still sexy.

Originally, you had planned to just enjoy hanging out and catching up with Sero for a bit before breaking out the fancy underwear for sweet bout of reunion sex. But if there's anything you've learned from being with him, it's that it's fine to switch things up a bit.

You're digging through your bag for the CD that you brought for him when you hear voices coming from the living room.

Huh, you had assumed that Todoroki wouldn't be home today since Sero invited you over. Though it's not like you've abstained from doing the nasty while his roommate was home in the past. Todoroki's always been chill about it, but you suppose if you had the choice, you wouldn't want to subject anyone to hearing the kind of person you become when Sero is pummeling your guts.

But then you hear a few more voices, some of them quite recognizable, and then Sero having some sort of discussion with them. You can't really make out the conversation through the door, but you're already wondering if you've jumped the gun by taking your clothes off too early.

Just a minute later, while you're idling in front of his CD player, pondering whether or not to play the album you just put in, Sero walks into his room with the two mugs of coffee in his hand, "Hey, [Name]. I'm really sorry, but it looks like Todoroki agreed to host our friends' usual movie thing this we—"

He stops short when he catches sight of you, half naked in your sheer lingerie in front of his music shelf, holding the CD case of the album that you wanted to listen to with him. And he kind of just stands there, frozen, with the two coffees surprisingly secure in his hand as he just... tries to make sense of the admittedly ridiculous sight that he's probably seeing.

"Oh." You say, closing the plastic case to place it on the shelf before stepping towards the adjacent wall to pull your sweater dress back on, "Never mind, then." You try to play it off as if you hadn't just exposed how stupidly eager you were to get fucked.

"Wait wait wait." Sero says as he hurriedly closes the door behind him and sets the mugs down on his desk, then pounces towards you to yank the dress out of your hands and hold you in front of him to get a good look at you.

Okay, now you feel self-conscious. He can probably see right through you — in both the physical and metaphorical sense. How you were prepared to get your shit wrecked within the first hour of seeing him again.

"Did- Did you wear this for me?" He says with more genuine awe than the flirty smugness you expected. As if he's received a gift he didn't expect rather than walking in on his embarrassingly horny girlfriend. What business does he have being so damn cute?

"Well— yeah, obviously." You avoid his eyes, trying to shift away from his hands on your shoulders as well. "But clearly, you have guests."

"I'll tell them to leave." He resolves immediately, holding you in place so he can keep staring at you, "Or I'll just tell the guys to watch without me tonight. They'll understand."

"This is like a regular boys' night thing that you guys do?" You ask.

"Yeah, I mean, we all just hang out and smoke while watching movies and stuff. We do it all the time." He sighs, letting you go to run a hand through his hair, "But I guess I was so gassed up about seeing you today that I didn't check the group chat this time when Todoroki agreed to host it today. I honestly didn't even know we were doing it today, I swear. I’m really sorry about this."

Well. That certainly puts a damper on your plans.

You do kind of wish that this was prevented, but you’re also kind of amused by the idea that he'd actually be that excited to see you again that he would completely forget about his usual plans with all his other friends. Especially if they’re close enough that Todoroki can agree to host on Sero’s behalf and everyone will assume it’s okay.

Either way, you are definitely not trying to get it on with even more people around now, so the sexy part of this date will have to wait. You do still want to be with Sero today, so you’ll just have to recover your dignity somehow in the meantime.

Ugh, what a way to spoil your own surprise though. You really couldn’t have waited just ten more minutes before throwing all your clothes off?

"It's okay," you say, reaching for your dress again that Sero had tossed onto his bed, "They're all here already, so we can just watch with them. If I'm allowed to join, that is."

"What?!" He shouts, sounding offended, "No! Fuck that! You really think I'm going to sit through some dumb movies when I know that you're wearing this?!"

"Well, it'd be kind of rude to ditch your friends on a routine hangout when they already know you're here." You point out, "Also, I kinda don't want them to know that I'm getting railed, let alone what I sound like when I'm getting railed."

"Fuuuuck," Sero groans into the ceiling, digging his palms into his eye sockets, "I don't want that either..."

"So let's just go watch with them. You were going to let me stay the night anyway, right?"

There will still be plenty of time to fool around later. Maybe this was a sign to slow down anyway, for your own good.

"Yeah, but..." he sighs, then groans again when he brings his eyes back down to you, "God, you've gotta be fucking kidding me. Baby, look at you. You're like something straight out of a fantasy. Are you—" His brows furrow a bit when he takes a closer look at your skirt, "Are you even wearing any underwear?"

"I can put some on." You offer.

"Don't you dare." He growls, burrowing his face into your neck, kissing it, and letting himself touch your skin and feel the garment for a moment.

His hands roam everywhere, just massaging and getting re-familiarized with your body while he can. Then he lets out a little whine when he drags them up to your bare ass, letting the loose silk of the skirt completely curtain his hands.

"They're like butterfly wings." He whispers into your neck, curving one hand down to the apex of your thighs to tickle your lower lips with his fingers. The soft touch makes you shiver and form a new wave of wetness like he had beckoned for it himself, "And I just know this is gonna taste like sweet ass pollen."

You're tempted by the way he pulls back to make you watch him lick off the thin layer of wetness he gathered onto his fingers. You're tempted to take back everything you just said to let him remind you just how well that tongue can treat you, because his eyes certainly tell no lies.

But at the same time, it's kind of fun torturing him. Despite your initial embarrassment, his reaction is still in the realm of what you were hoping for. So maybe it'll be fun to see how far you can push him. Sure, it'll be hard on you too for the next few hours, but you kind of want to enjoy this while you can.

"Let's just go." You chuckle, stepping away from him to get properly dressed.

"Are you serious, babe?" He looks heartbroken as he watches you put your clothes back on, "You came here all cute and dolled up just for me. Don't you want the nice, long pussy worshipping that you deserve?" He tries one last time to convince you, coming up to the mirror behind you to caress his hands down your now wool-covered sides.

You watch as he noses along your jawline to come up and brush his lips against your temple, but once he finally meets your eyes, you give him a cheeky smile, saying, "Plans can change sometimes."

The dumbfounded look on Sero's face just might be entirely worth this sudden left turn in your day. Because even if you don't get anything else out of today (which you doubt), you'll at least have that.

With a last adjustment to your outfit, you take one of the mugs of coffee on the desk and exit his bedroom.

When you walk out into the living room, you find Kaminari, Kirishima, and Tokoyami on the sofa, setting out food and rolling up blunts, and you see Todoroki and Bakugou arguing in the kitchen.

"Hey, guys." you announce your presence.

"Hey, [Surname]!" Kirishima greets you first, and the others follow after, "Heard we crashed your date with Sero. Sorry about that."

"That's Sero's own fault for not checking his phone." Kaminari says as he perfectly seals up the blunt he was working on, "But hey, you're free to join us if you want. Or if you wanna just make out with your boyfriend in another room, we won't judge. S'totally up to you."

"Yeah, I'll make out with him some other time." You chuckle as you join them, "I don't mind a little movie marathon, as long as you guys are okay with me crashing the boys' night."

"For sure! You're always welcome." Kirishima reassures you, the kind, golden-hearted guy that he is.

"For the record," Sero appears behind you with a hand on your hip, "I definitely voted for making out in another room over another All Might marathon."

"Yeah, I bet you did. Simp." Kaminari snorts at him.

"And actually, we're not watching the All Might movies this time." Tokoyami corrects, "Kirishima won first pick, so we're actually starting with Crimson Riot this time."

"Crimson Riot? Didn't most of his movies flop because they were too boring?" Sero says.

"Hey, don't be a hater." You find yourself defending, "What Crimson lacks in power, he makes up for in story. His character arc is so good."

"That's what I'm saying!" Kirishima thrusts his arms out at you as if to physically indicate how much he agrees, "His powers aren't flashy but his backstory is so good! He's like, the man's man when it comes to chivalry and spirit, ya know?"

"Okay, I get that. But for a superhero movie? If there's not enough action, then people lose interest." Sero argues skeptically, then holds a defensive hand up when you give him a look, "Okay, babe— babe, just hear me out, okay?"

A bunch of debate and discussion jumps about the room until Bakugou and Todoroki join in with some hot lasagna and apparently fresh pizza that they had been reheating. Soon, everyone is settled either on the sofa or the bean bag chairs in the living by the time the movie starts and the blunts are lit.

Despite how big the single armchair adjacent to the sofa is, it's still hardly build to fit two people. Yet Sero insists that you share the seat with him so that he can have you to himself for the movie. One of your legs is draped over Sero's because you can't fit both of your asses onto the cushion.

You tried for some other position where you were perpendicular to him or on the arm of the chair, but he insisted on this one so he could hug you from behind while watching. Which you don't mind, you suppose. Especially since Sero brought you a blanket from his room to cover your legs with, so you can spread as much as you need to without worrying about flashing his friends with your naked pussy.

The movie is good, since you haven't watched it in a few years, so it feels like a refresher. But your focus trails away every so often when Sero's fingers play with your thighs underneath the blanket, slowly squeezing and massaging. Every time his hand moves a little too high, you squirm a little bit, inadvertently scooting yourself closer into his lap. And just when you think he's about to cross the line, he pulls his hand away to accept the blunt passed his way.

You gratefully take a puff for yourself in hopes of calming down from Sero's small touches, but as the movie plays on, and the blunt burns down, and the food disappears, you only find yourself becoming more and more fixated on how Sero's body feels against yours.

Since he’s preoccupied with hugging and touching you, he asks you to feed him from your plate. Each time you reach around to give him a bite of lasagna, he hums in satisfaction and squeezes your thighs in thanks. And since you’ve got a plate in your hands, he’s usually the one who accepts the blunt and holds it to your lips for you to take a puff. And while it’s perfectly innocent, something about pressing your lips up to Sero’s fingers in front of everyone, even just to smoke, feels intensely intimate.

This division of tasks discards any attempt at subtlety you were hoping to keep around the others, but for the most part, they accept it graciously. Some of them even comment on how cute the two of you are. But while you are at least reassured that you don’t have to be embarrassed, you still can’t hide the heat that flushes up your body from Sero’s constant groping.

Maybe he's getting revenge on you for choosing to draw this out. Because you can't imagine that there is anything but ill intent behind every touch that just skims the top of your thigh but doesn't rest on your damp pussy. He keeps massaging your thighs, rubbing your skin, leaving kisses on your neck and face every few minutes, but he never does more than tease. Which you know is the most he should do with all of his and your friends around, but damn... what you would do for even a little finger fuck right now.

About two-thirds into the movie, your dress and lingerie skirt have long been bunched up at the top of your thighs, leaving the blanket as your only cover for your bare legs and now sopping pussy. It's start to become unbearable, and at this point, you've just shimmied your ass onto his waist. God, you are so strung up right now, and you think the weed is only making it worse. Because fuuuck, your brain is so clouded and light, you’re really contemplating just straight up grinding on that bulge you're sitting on right now.

Sero is still leaving kisses on you every so often, which must look innocent enough if your friends ever happen to glance this way. But the slight dampness his lips leave on your skin paired with the tender squeeze of his hands underneath the blanket only makes you drip even more. You swear you let out a little moan once or twice.

Once the big, climactic fight scene starts playing and captures everyone's attention, you let out a sigh as you spread your legs out to hook over each of Sero's knees, all but inviting him to stick his hand down the middle.

You can feel a low thrum in Sero's chest against your back as he leans into your ear to whisper a raspy, "I swear to god, I'm this close to just fucking you right here in front of all of them."

You gasp at the prospect, images already blooming from the seed he planted in your head. You, spread out and riding his lap without any more pretenses, letting all of your friends see exactly how you look when you're being pleasured, how good Sero pleasures you. Or Sero pushing you onto the coffee table to fuck you from behind, letting them hear just how loud you scream when he spanks you. Or Sero showing off his incredible upper body strength by holding you up in his arms to just fuck you like that until you've become the entertainment for the night instead of some pointless, superhero movie.

"Joder… estás tan mojada," Sero curses into your ear, breaking you out of your dazed imagination by finally cupping his fingers around your cunt.

Fuck… you’re so wet.

He hasn't even dipped them inside or anything but just having his big, warm touch there, finally in direct contact with your sopping core, makes you sigh in relief. Yes, thank god. That's really all you needed, you just needed his hand on your pussy, to keep it warm while it's leaking. His physical presence is enough to get you through the rest of this film.

That's what you're convinced of in the first minute. But as he starts slowly rubbing his fingers up and down the length of your wet lips, massaging them and occasionally dipping into your slit, the tension in your gut starts to build again. Because as he kneads at your sensitive flesh and rubs against that little bud of nerves that sets off a shock inside of your body, you start to feel the harrowing need to be filled up.

You need to sit on something, to have a sizable object inside of you. If he would just slip a couple of those fingers into your hole, you'd be right as rain. You know it.

Turning your head back to look at him, you give him your biggest, most begging eyes, sending a strong telepathic message of, "fill me up, daddy, please, please, please fill me up."

Whether he understood it or not though, he only leans down to hold your chin in place with his free hand and kiss you on the lips now that you've tilted enough for him to reach them. Shit, this is like poison, being kissed so sweetly while his fingers are secretly rubbing at your pussy underneath your clothes. You feel so naughty, sitting in his lap and getting pleasured like this. You’d probably feel guilty for letting yourself get touched in front of everyone if Sero hadn’t wound you up so much that you stopped caring.

But you do let go and face forward again once you hear the music for the ending credits start rolling. You adjust the blanket as subtly as possible to close your legs and pull your dress back down as the discussion starts up again. Both you and Sero try to contribute as naturally as you can, and you eventually stand up to help clear away some of the trash and used dishes before they get the next movie queued up.

After they've decided on a popular Hollywood movie, Kaminari lights up yet another blunt as he directs a question at you and Sero, "You guys gonna watch this one too, or do you need a little lovey dovey break?"

"Shut up." You roll your eyes at him. Even though you could actually use it right now...

You've calmed down a bit after distracting yourself with a task, but you have yet to clean up the mess that's formed between your thighs.

"Hey, I'm just tryna be considerate since Sero's been having a hard time hiding his boner and all." Kaminari raises his arms defensively in the air, clearly babbling from all the smoke that went to his brain and unscrewed his already loose filter.

"Hey, who's telling you to peep my chorizo anyway, bro?" Sero throws a few chips from the coffee table at Kaminari, who tries (and fails) to catch at least one of them with his mouth.

"You did not just call it your chorizo..." you groan, looking away.

“No shame, dude.” Kaminari says as he reaches over to pick up the chips that landed on the sofa and toss them into his mouth anyway, “You should be proud of your grande chorizo. But there’s no hiding that thing from anyone.”

"'Chorizo' means sausage, right?" Todoroki turns to ask Tokoyami.

"I believe so."

"I heard it's also supposed to be slang for—"

"Everybody shut the fuck up about cocks and sausages and just start the goddamn movie already." Bakugou is the one who interrupts the tangent everyone starts to spiral off of, "If you're gonna stay and watch, then just watch."

"We'll watch." Sero decides, surprising you.

He wants to stay for another one after all of that teasing? Was he really working you up all that time just to drag it out longer? Was it because he got called out by his friend, so he doesn't want to confirm his suspicions?

When Sero pulls you back into his lap, you try not to wince at the feeling of sitting on your own wetness. Then he tilts his head over to meet your eyes, an easy smirk decorating his face, "If that's okay with you, bella."

Oh, okay. Now you see. It's because he's challenging you.

That face he's got on is all but a proclamation, that he can hold out longer than you. That you were the one who decided to join the group, so now you have to play along with his little game. Likely until you give in and drag him back to his bedroom like he originally wanted, or one of you comes while everyone else is still in the room.

Well, if he's going to light the fire in you, then he better be prepared to stoke all of the flames.

"Yeah, of course." you say, raising a haughty brow at him before turning to the screen.

He hugs you closer against his chest, subtly rolling his hips up into your ass like he's signaling with a checkered flag. You pretend to readjust the blanket over your lap as you rub back, dragging your ass along the slope tenting his sweatpants. The corners of your lips automatically tilt up in victory when you hear the hiss echo into your ear.

Both of you are pretty good for the first twenty minutes of the film, still joining the occasional conversation about the plot with the others as the new blunt goes around. Sero still holds it up for you to puff from before bringing it up to his own lips, never missing an opportunity to turn you slightly in your seat so he can hold eye contact with you as he inhales.

Sometimes, after he blows out the smoke, you take his wrist and bring the filter back to your lips to suck in another puff for yourself as you return the sticky gaze, maybe even leave a kiss on a knuckle. Only to turn back towards the TV after you've drank in his expression. It’s a painstaking rally of sexy little stunts, but you’re not going to drop the ball if you can help it.

The burning in your core is mild, still controllable, but so very present. It only gets warmer with time and touch, as the movie plays on and Sero's hands return to your thighs. This time, he keeps skimming his fingers along the bottom hem of your skirt, not really reaching any higher than that with his squeezes and caresses.

You think he's going to keep at that pace for a while, but then he starts grabbing hold of your hips on occasion, manually dragging you across his bulge when he's sure that no one's looking. You hold in your surprised breaths as much as possible, just letting yourself feel the deep-seated friction as he uses your body to get himself harder.

Your dress and skirt are riding up again, but it almost feels like a relief to be able to sit directly on his dick, even if it's hiding behind his sweatpants. They're black, so you can only hope that the stain from your pussy juices don't show when you eventually have to stand again.

At this point, you're kind of lost on the plot. Your dazed eyes are facing the TV, but all that's going on in your head is how much you wanna feel that raw, heavy cock again. It's so close, you could literally be sitting on it right now, if only it weren't for those sweats and this movie marathon and so many friends in the room.

However, while you think you're only stuck daydreaming about it, it seems like Sero doesn't let any of those things stop him. When he adjusts his sitting position beneath you this time, he must pull his sweats down just enough to let his dick out, because you really are sitting on it now!!

You clench your jaw to keep hold of your expression, fisting the blanket in your lap as you feel that undeniably warm, thick, and smooth flesh line up against your wet slit. Oh my god, there it is. That enormous, heavy cock that you've been longing for these past several weeks. You cannot believe you're finally touching it again under these circumstances...

For a minute, you convince yourself that Sero is just teasing you again, that he's just going to rub your hot flesh together like this for the rest of the film. That there's no way he'd be stupid enough to try and sit himself inside of you while all of your friends can very easily catch you.

Until you feel him lift your weight up slightly so he can press his tip between your lips, pushing in enough to breach your opening.

Putting a hand on his forearm that's wrapped around your waist, you turn around to whisper, "Are you fucking crazy?!"

"It'll be fine, baby. I'm not gonna move anything. I just wanna be inside you." He murmurs back with a face that is way too calm and innocent for what he's doing underneath this blanket.

"They're gonna notice!" You argue, still whispering as subtly and quietly as possible.

"They won't. Look, everyone's already faded. Some of 'em are already asleep." Sero subtly points his chin over to the guys who, when you look over, are indeed glazed over.

Bakugou and Todoroki both have their eyes closed and heads lulled to the side on their bean bags, out like lights. Kirishima’s eyes are hooded and blinking slowly as he leans against the arm of the sofa, like he's about to quickly follow after the sleeping beauties. Tokoyami is staring blankly at the screen and nothing else, sunken into the sofa like he's become a part of it, inanimate and all. And whatever focus is left in Kaminari’s brain seems to be concentrated on his phone, his thumbs moving slowly as he texts through his smoky haze.

So while you suppose you could possibly get away with letting Sero slip the tip in — or a bit more than that — without the others realizing it, that doesn't really mean that you should?? Because??? That would be so wrong??? And totally uncalled for, especially when they gave you plenty of outs to fuck in private already.

But... you do kind of want it.

Again, it's literally right there, pressed against your skin and already waiting at your entrance. The perfect size, the perfect temperature, a magnificent density to it that you can practically taste…

And... fuck, you would be lying if you said that it didn't excite you a bit, the idea of secretly taking a full dick right in front of all of your friends. Just playing a role as a flesh doll for your boyfriend while he's hanging out with his bros. The exaggerated thought of Sero casually having a conversation with his friends while he’s got you riding him leisurely or bent over a piece of furniture for him makes you shake with arousal. You can already feel another drop of wetness leaking out of your cunt as if to prove it.

"Come on, baby, lemme inside." Sero whispers again, pressing kisses into your neck, "Just for a bit. Promise I won't give it away. I won't even come, I swear."

"Are you fucking serious?" You quip back, more just to say it and buy time rather than because you're genuinely opposed to it at this point.

"I can already feel your pussy twitching against me," he teases with a quiet chuckle, "If I didn't move my pants out of the way, you've would've soaked right through them."

You shiver at his increasingly persuasive words, knowing more than anyone just how ready your pussy is to take him in. You've already been toeing the line of appropriateness this entire afternoon, but are you really ready to cross the border?

"Don't lie to me, querida." He says while rubbing your thighs this time, totally cheating, "Do you want me?"

"Yes, obviously. But..."

"I want you, too." He kisses your cheek this time, then pulls your chin to turn towards him so he can kiss your lips, "I want you so fucking bad. So will you let me? I swear, I just wanna be inside. I wanna feel close to you."

Wow, he really knows how to tug at the heartstrings. Stupid fucking playboy.

After taking in a deep, contemplating breath through your nose, you grumble out, "Fine."

He thanks you with a kiss before letting you pretend to adjust your seat and the blanket, when he's really just guiding you by the hips to sink down — slowly, slowly — inch by inch onto his stupidly large cock. Your eyes dart around the room, watching for any suspicious reactions as you get seated on your forbidden throne. But you can't keep them from closing in bliss when you feel yourself completely filled to the brim.

And your most immediate thought is, thank goodness.

The sigh that escapes your lips as you lean back into his chest is also against your will, but already, you feel changed. Grateful to finally have something to hug your walls around. Relieved after you see that no one seems to have noticed a thing. And somehow, safe, even in this dangerously scandalous predicament because you've got Sero's strong, warm arms wrapped around you.

You can't help but use your inner walls to give him a squeeze of appreciation out of the pure bliss you're feeling, but that doesn't seem to be the right thing to do, because Sero hisses and scolds you, "Careful there, [Name]. I said I'd be good, but you gotta behave too."

You have half a mind to tell him not to threaten you with a good time. But you figure that he’s right. It’s just to feel close, not to come. This is already crossing a line; you don’t need to take his cock and orgasm with all your friends around.

"Fine," you agree, "I'll be good. I can be good."

You say it almost like a chant to yourself, to convince yourself that you can do it. You can just sit here for the remainder of the film, completely calm with a hard dick inside of you, and not try to get yourself off on it.

You can do that.

You will do that.

Only it’s hard. Just the slightest thing triggers a tease of pleasure that only makes you seek out more. A twitch, a breath, a touch, adjusting your seat, even something that surprises you from the movie makes your walls contract in surprise, and Sero receives the direct blow of that reaction. Sometimes you even feel him twitch inside of you.

He’s pretty good at hiding it, just hugging you like he’s been doing all afternoon, still leaving innocently light kisses on your skin every so often, and keeping a casual demeanor even as he stays completely erect inside of you for the remainder of the movie. You’re rather impressed at his self control. He really did keep his promise to just be inside of you without doing anything else.

And you admit, past all of the sexual torture of this endless tease of a movie marathon, you do feel close to him. You’re learning about Sero’s more wild, daring, borderline criminal side, and he’s really been treating you like a girlfriend in front of his closest friends. While this is a rather unexpected turnout of events for a date, you have been enjoying yourself. And it only makes you more excited to spend time with him again. To find out what else you can learn about him.

Until you learn that he is actually a liar after all.

His claims about ‘behaving’ seem to have been forgotten as you feel his hand travel across your thigh to reach for your clit with his fingers. And when he starts gently rubbing at it without a word of warning, you know that he’s up to no good.

“What happened to ‘just being inside’?” You accuse, turning your head back enough so that only he hears you.

“I’m not moving, am I?” He has the gall to ask as he gives your clit a little pinch, making you gasp in surprise with a buck of your hips.

“Fuck, Hanta.” You rasp breathlessly, collapsing back against his chest and fisting the blanket into your hands to bring up to your chest, “D-Didn't you say you weren't gonna try to come?”

“Yeah. But that has nothing to do with making you come.” He points out, speeding up his fingers just a tad, “And I wanna feel you come around me, mami. Want you to fucking fall apart on top of me, right here, while you're warming my cock in front of all our friends."

The speed increases with the intensity of his dirty talk, and you find it harder and harder to believe that he's really just saying all of this in front of the everyone, whether they're barely conscious or not. What if one of them wakes up? What if they hear the sounds your wet clit is making under Sero's fingers and wake up to the sight of you coming right in this open living room?

"You f-fucking jerk..." you tremble, completely at his mercy. You aren't even keeping watch on anyone else anymore, having closed to your closed and brought the blanket to your nose with a hopeless prayer that no one will bear witness to your growing desperation to come.

"I know, baby, I know." He kisses your cheek before going down to start sucking harshly at your neck, making you muffle a squeal into the blanket bunched at your mouth now as you're attacked on two fronts.

The more Sero plays and swipes at your clit, the more your inner walls just start to pulse and tremble on their own around his dick, dancing from stimulation. Which makes him rub even faster in turn, using your clit like a dial to increase the pleasure for himself. He really is just trying to make you come around him like this, when the movie's just about to end.

"Fuck, fuuuck, don't do this to me..." You whisper breathlessly into the air as you lay your head back on Sero's shoulder, still clutching tightly to the blanket.

"Mmn... it's okay, bella." He rises to nip at your ear again, "Come for me. Come all over papi's big cock."

With a whimper over his words, you hide your face into the blanket as you roll your hips onto his cock and into his fingers, finally chasing your high for yourself. And it only takes a few seconds before you hit that long awaited peak. But all the pain of the buildup, teasing, anxiety over getting caught, embarrassment, and overall relief (mixed with all the pot that amplifies it all) also purge from your body at the same time.

Through your eyes.

You break out into tears — as quietly as possible — as you come, muffling your sobs as much as you can through the blanket as you orgasm intensely around Sero's cock. The pleasure is so good, but you're simultaneously so concerned about keeping quiet that you can't completely enjoy it, which only feeds into your tears even more.

Eventually, Sero notices something wrong, and he's quick to take action, pulling you off of his dick and scooping you up in a princess hold to hurriedly carry you back to his room. He speaks in a soft, soothing voice to you as he gets the door closed behind him and sets you down on his bed.

"Baby, baby what's wrong? [Name], I am so sorry, I went way too far, didn't I?" Regret laces his voice as he hovers over your body, holding your face in his hands as he gives you an apologetic kiss, "I'm so sorry, querida. Are you really upset? Talk to me."

You cry it out for another minute or two, waiting for the overflow of emotions to drain out of your body. All while Sero gives you kisses and comforting words and touches in the meantime. And eventually, your body calms down enough for you to speak again.

"I'm n-not upset," you hiccough a bit as you wipe at the tears, "But that was definitely a lot... More than I expected."

"Oh my god, I am so sorry—"

"No, I thought I could handle it." you admit, sniffling as you wipe away the last of the tears. You don't feel any more forming behind your eyes, so you should be good now. So you continue, "You didn't do anything wrong, I still enjoyed it. I would've stopped you if I really didn't want you to do it."

"Are you sure?" He asks, eyes worried and thumbs caressing your cheeks. This is yet another face you're seeing on him for the first time. He really does care about you.

"Yeah, but... maybe we shouldn't do that again." You suggest with a bloated laugh.

"Agreed." He presses a kiss into your lips that feels like a vow, "I really am sorry about all of that. I just got so caught up in you. I... I've actually never done something like that before."

"You've never stuck your cock inside someone in front of your friends?" You raise your brows playfully at him, as if you find it hard to believe.

"Call me a prude." He shrugs, coming in for another apologetic kiss. He kisses you for a while longer, taking it slow but moving freely without the barrier of other eyes on you.

His clothes and your sweater dress finally come off, and he marvels at you as he lies on his back with you straddling his waist. The way he drags his hands up your thighs to slip beneath your translucent skirt, you'd think he was working with cake fondant or something equally delicate.

"I cannot tell you how much I fucking love this on you." He sighs, playing with the soft material.

"I was hoping you'd like it," you confess, a sultry smile on your face as you rise to your knees and maneuver yourself to straddle him in the opposite direction instead. Your smile only grows wider in triumph when you hear Sero's pained groan as he drinks in the view from the back.

His hands are already drawing up your sides to help support your weight as you lift and lower yourself back down to sheathe his cock again. Then, making a show of arching your back and sticking out your ass, you plant your hands down on his lower thighs to start gently bouncing on him.

"Mmm... your pussy is even silkier than this skirt. Fucking perfect." He praises, pulling his hands aside for once, just letting you show off and enjoying the view for himself a while longer.

You only turn your head halfway around to look back and say, "Mm, it missed you, daddy."

And then you squeeze him as you drag your hips back up the length of his cock, earning you a playful smack on the ass in return.

"Oh, I know." He reassures you, "Your pussy is probably the most honest thing about you, mami. It's been dripping for me since the moment you stepped foot in the door, hasn't it? Sweet, pretty, little thing..." He praises, massaging and spreading the globes of your ass as he speaks. As if trying to bare the sight of said pussy to his eyes, even while it's swallowing cock.

"Always. For you." You sigh as you adjust your legs, bring them to lie between Sero's legs this time as you lean back, "Hold me up."

His hands are quick to support your weight at your sides as you lean back, hovering above him as you continue to stay sheathed on his dick. After planting your hands on the bed beneath you, you engage all of your ab muscles to start dropping yourself down on his hips again, fucking yourself on his cock that you're sure is going to burst soon.

Sero is moaning behind you, lifting his own hips to meet yours while still supporting your weight. And once he's gotten used to the rhythm a bit, you lift up one leg to cross over the other, effectively tightening your pussy around him as you continue to ride him this way. Admittedly, it's a lot tougher trying to balance your weight on one leg when you're trying to fuck yourself on a cock, but Sero's loud, helpless groan is entirely worth it.

"Holy fuck, hoooooly fuck." He practically sings, slipping out a few Spanish curses as well, "God, baby you are so— so fucking tight. Feels so damn good."

"Yeah, papi. It's all for you. So you can fill me up again." You return his dirty talk in stride, getting lost in yourself, emotions awhirl from the pot and the orgasm earlier and all the excitement from the afternoon. You just need to get your fill of Sero, and everything will fall into place later.

"Fuck, baby. You know I love that shit—" He growls as he hugs you to bring you down to lie completely on top of him, taking completely control of the pace.

His arms keep you caged to his chest, so you can only watch and hold on as Sero plants his feet on the bed and lifts his hips to just start fucking up into yours. All of the patience, teasing, and tension you've piled up throughout the day has all crumbled into this avalanche of desperate, carnal desire. His playfulness is lost on you as he growls through this last spurt of pummeling through your guts to finally come inside you.

And you barely manage to muffle your scream in time when he fucks you into a more freeing orgasm. One where you can come without worrying about who might catch you shaking like an electric current has passed through you, or seeing what kind of slutty, wanton face you're making, or watching you desperately grind and milk Sero's cock for all he's worth even after he finishes coming.

"Fuck, daddy. It's so fucking good. I love it..." You babble mindlessly as you come down from your high, already searching for your next one.

Neither you nor Sero offer even the slightest thought to your friends outside for the next hour as he eats the cum out of your pussy, feeds it back to you with open-mouthed kisses, fucks you with your feet above your head, lets you suck him off until you can paint yourself with his cumshot, takes a few nasty nude photos of you, fucks you while just sitting down on his bed, fucks you on the floor, and finishes you off with the sweetest, honey-thick kisses.

By the time you wake up from your post marathon nap, the moon is bright in the sky and everyone is long gone. Todoroki seems to have turned in for the night when Sero leads you into the bathroom for a shower.

You feel awkward about the whole thing, but Sero reassures you, "The group chat's full of eggplant emojis and shit. So you know they're super supportive."

As if that's supposed to dissolve how deeply embarrassed you are for likely exposing them to all of your embarrassing sex noises. And somewhat sorry for keeping Sero to yourself on their boys' night. Even though it was technically your date night in the first place.

But your boyfriend soon kisses all of your worries away again, washing you clean, whipping you up a late night meal to share with the groceries you brought, and holding you close as he cuddles you in his bed with his laptop open to actually watch a movie together this time. And as you're huddled into Sero's blankets and arms, wearing only one of his t-shirts, bantering back and forth about the characters and actors that appear on the screen, you realize something again.

"You know," you say during some random lull in the film, turning to look up at him, "I really like you."

Sero blinks for a second, like he's in shock, but he reels back quickly and pulls in you closer by the waist, face calm but eyes deeply serious, "Well, I really like you, too."

You share the sentiment with a soft kiss, one that feels far gentler than any other kiss you've shared today. His lips only pucker and smack quietly against yours, barely pushing. Like he's purely focused on the sensation of your lips and trying to savor exactly how they feel and taste in this particular moment. It doesn't get any deeper even when he brings a hand up to cup your face, but the atmosphere does feel delicate when you both pull away to stare into each other's eyes.

And somehow, miraculously, the two of you only share one more short peck before turning your attention back to the movie. As if that moment didn't just remove the feeling of gravity from your body. Whatever was keeping you tied to earth has gone out for a smoke break.

Yet, it feels good to enjoy and savor a moment exactly as it is. While you wouldn't have been upset if that kiss went further, there is something to be appreciated about keeping it pure and clean. It’s almost magical. That la vie en rose type of feeling.

Your heart stirs in your chest, keeping you awake even when Sero’s fallen asleep beside you. You just listen to the even sound of his breathing, feeling his heart beat soundly against your cheek, waiting. Waiting until you’re sure that he’s really asleep. Because you want to say it just once. Just to see how it feels. You might not be able to sleep until you get it out.

So maybe thirty minutes after you’ve both said goodnight, when Sero’s arms have slightly relaxed around you, you lean up to leave a soft kiss on his jaw just below his ear, whispering, “Je t’aime.”

Once it’s done, you curl back into your place against his body, trying to get a hold of yourself as your heartbeat actually increases for a short wave before lowering once again. It actually takes you a while to fall asleep after that, but eventually you relax into the lull of Sero’s heartbeat until you drift off into a dream where he kisses your head and tells you “Te quiero” back.

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tbc

a/n: lmao i know they literally just got together but if u know me then u know i can't finish a slow burn fic without at least one (1) dramatic ily confession

part 12

#sero x reader #sero hanta x reader #sero hanta #bnha x reader #ty again to Leo for the Spanish help!!! #i truly am sorry to the rest of the squad tho like idek if this is considered slightly noncon for them 🥴 #but lettuce pretend they truly did not notice anything 😔🙏 #drabble #mine #also this happens to be my 4000th post on this blog!! 🥳 #which is actually not very special but i thought it'd be cool to set the milestone with one of my own posts instead of just a random reblog

[yakuzacanons]

I'm loving your blog so much!!! I really enjoy your headcanons! ^w^ May I request a part 2 of the "how they would text you" headcanons? I'd love to see how Ryuji would text!

Yes, absolutely! Also, to the rest of my inbox, I go beddy soon (the movie double feature was like 6 hours and I am exhausted) but I will get to the other asks TOMORROW, pinky promise. Headcanons below da cut as per usual. Goog nite.

Ryuji Goda

Decent at texting but his reply times are terrible. He often just forgets to check his phone. Even if he sees the notification, he's the type of person to think "Oh I'll reply to them soon" and forget because he feels in his brain as if he did already reply by just thinking about it. Sends lots of pictures of clothes, jewelry, and the like and asks what your opinions are on them. He knows what emojis are but can never decipher what emotion they are actually trying to convey. Absolutely not up to date on texting slang and tends to type pretty formally.

Ryuji: I meant to text back earlier but I ended up forgetting because I was so busy, my apoliogies.

You: (¬､¬)

Ryuji: Does that image mean you are mad at me or that you are happy to hear from me?

You: What do YOU think?! ⸨◺_◿⸩

Ryuji: Ah, the former then. That one is particularly scary looking.

Nishikiyama Akira

Probably the fastest texter of all the characters and the quickest to reply. He's usually good at being up to date on more modern things, at least better than Kiryu is. Flirtatious texter and most likely to send "You up?" texts. Totally loves sending you selfies when he's really feeling himself. Also sends pictures of really good views he finds, like from a rooftop in Kamurocho with a great view of the city lights.

Nishiki: Hey, check out the view from this restaurant.

You: Oh wow, very pretty.

Nishiki: It would be even prettier if you were here (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

You: Nishiki!

Nishiki: Lol, sorry, couldn't help myself ★~(◡ω◡✿)

Daigo Dojima

Primarily uses his phone for work so he's pretty quick to check notifications or respond to messages. Prefers phone calls as he can hear your voice and it makes for a nice break from all the other mundane calls or important emails at work. Rarely if ever sends pictures via text and selfies make him camera shy but if you're very close to him, you could totally twist his arm into participating. Surprisingly has a decent grasp on emojis.

You: How're you doing?

Daigo: Tired. Long meeting. ╥﹏╥

You: I believe in you! I'll treat you to dinner afterwards so do your best.

Daigo: Ah, that's very kind, thank you. I look forward to it. ( ◡‿◡ *)

Mine Yoshitaka

The worst texter. He's super dry in his responses, never uses emojis, and is very good at forgetting to check his texts. He mostly uses his cell phone for work so when he isn't work, he has notifications silenced. However, if you're very important to him, he will enable the buzzer on his phone so you can get through to him. In contrast, he's the best at taking pictures of you using a cell phone. Never has his phone out during meals as he doesn't want to be rude. Would prefer to video chat the most as it's the next best thing to actually seeing you.

You: Mine, are you even actually reading my texts?

Mine: Sorry, I was working out.

You: It's okay, you can make it up to me by sending me a post-workout selfie. ٩(◕‿◕)۶

Mine: You think you're funny, huh? Fine, just because I like you.

#yakuza #yakuza headcanons #yakuza imagines #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku headcanons #ryu ga gotoku imagines #ryuji goda #mine yoshitaka #daigo dojima #akira nishikiyama #majima megaphone moment

[naitfall]

@devoteyrheart asked:

random ask time! bc phew i haven't sent some of these to my mutuals in wayyy too long. if levi had a phone, what are 5 images we'd find in his camera roll? 👀

This is a lovely question and I really appreciate sending it!

Levi's the type to use his phone only because it's useful. Even if he can use it very well ( the asshole can simply do anything with ease ), he doesn't like technology. His phone will mostly have pictures of stuff he wants to remember or send to other people. Random images of documents, of stuff he wants to buy for himself or others (and wants to ask them their opinion), places he may want to comment on like: ' look at this shitty decoration ' . He's lame.

But, among these there will be some pics of him and people close to him, taken from others. He's not the type to take selfies or photographs of people ( ' you're not dead, so why take a photo when i see you all the time ' ) or events ( ' I prefer to actually experience the moment than be occupied with taking photos and videos ' ) but (!) those who understand him, know well with only a pitiful excuse like: ' your phone has the best camera, let us take a photo/video with yours ' they'll have him hand over his phone. Why would the people close to him do that? To take pictures of them all he can have saved on his phone, knowing well, despite what he claims, when he scrolls in his camera roll he'll be a nostalgic smiling idiot.

Let's say, there will be an image of a document, another of a store's shopfront, the tea catalog he wants to study and buy from, and maybe two more photos, one with him, Isabel and Farlan, and maybe another one where the kids took a selfie on their own ( to get on his nerves ).

#( he's an old soul ) #( he's me tbh though ) #devoteyrheart #—◆ tba. ask. #—◆ tba. ask (headcanon). #—◆ headcanon | i will not bare my soul to their shallow prying eyes. my heart shall never be put under their microscope

[pbandjesse]

We are driving though glacier national park and I could cry it's so beautiful. Today has been so beautiful. I am seriously having the best trip. 

It has been a very long day, both figuratively and literally. Because we cross two timezones we gained hours! And it's just been really neat.

I did not sleep a lot last night. After I got my post up I decided I would stay up for Minneapolis even if it wouldn't be until midnight. But the stop isn't actually in Minneapolis, it's in St Paul. But it was still fun to sit and watch things go by I loved so dearly. 

And I just watched videos and watched the world go by. 

James woke up to use the bathroom and sat with me for a little bit. I had gotten a little upset when I realized I lost the back and battery of my Bluetooth remote for my phone camera. I was sure it was in this cabin but with the beds set up I could not find it. And it made me feel really dumb and bad. But James helped me feel a little better because we went to sleep for real. 

I was woken up by the sunrise. James was trying to come down from the top bunk and I grabbed their foot. We cuddled a little. But then it was time to get dressed. Which was a little hard but basically like changing in the back of the car so it was fine. And then it was time for breakfast. 

Which was very good! Mine did get lost for a little. It eventually came out after getting stuck in the dumbwaiter.  I got a breakfast quesadilla which I would enjoy very much. James had French toast. We talked to the women at our table a little but they weren't super chatty. Which was fine. I enjoyed James's company. And once we were done we went back to the cabin, where our attendant had changed our space back to seats. 

We would just enjoy watching the world go by. We would talk. And take pictures. Lots of laughs. I did some drawing. And eventually we got to go outside for a little break in North Dakota. We walked the length of the train and took pictures. And then it was back inside. 

They told us lunch would be at noon mountain time. So we had some extra time. We hadn't even switched to that time zone yet. But that was just fine. I had the rest of my quesadilla and played a game. It was just so beautiful outside and I was having the best day. 

Eventually we got the call for lunch, our table mates from yesterday basically run past our door so we ran after that. It was very silly and we were all giggling at how dramatic we were being. 

Lunch was good! I just had a salad, it was nice to have some kind of vegetable. It was a strawberry salad which isn't my top pick but I actually enjoyed a lot. The movement of the train is a little hard on my tummy though and I would get nauseous really quick so that is something I have to consider with the foods I choose. But the salad was good and I felt happy. Me and James shared a butter cake. Our table mates this time were our neighbors! And it was very fun talking to them about my thesis and art. They were very good sports about me talking to much. I was telling James I know that Europeans can think Americans are a lot, but Americans can already think I'm a lot so I hope I didn't scare them. They are very nice.

Me and James went to the observation car next. And while it is neat, I prefer our car. We can be cozier, my things are there, I have my activities. But we stayed there for about an hour. I listen to the rest of the scary story I had been listening to. And James worked on figuring out how to fix the airport mistake.

Somehow we got a return flight to an airport in Virginia. 2 hours from home. So thankfully we were able to find a car to rent but it was just not what I was hoping we were going to have to do. But there are no flights direct to bwi, so unless we want a 20 hour layover this is our best choice. If something has to go wrong I'm glad it was just that. 

We went back the our car after that was sorted. Where I found the back of my shutter! I was thrilled. 

We would take silly pictures in the cabin. And I just felt so happy and relaxed. I did some sewing. I did some drawing. I was just in a great mood. 

We were finally in mountain time. And a little into Montana we got another fresh air break. At this stop we got to see an old train that I think was the former empire builder engine car. We took pictures with that and were just enjoying the sunshine even if we forgot our sunglasses and could not see without squinting. We were just giggly and happy and this has been such a wonderful trip so far and it's literally just the begining. If the rest of the trip is half as fun it'll be a blessing. 

The rest of the afternoon was watching the plains. It is unreasonably pretty. And I took over 130 pictures just today because it's so stinking pretty. 

And then it was dinner time. The woman we sat with wanted to see our wedding pictures and had lots of questions and that made me feel so good. She said we were such a fashionable couple and that was such a big compliment. Made me feel great. And the dinner we had was good too. I got Mac and cheese, James got a steak. It was fun watching on the map to see when we went through the Blackfoot Indian reservation, and all of us were speculating when we would get to the mountains. 

Me and James went back to the cabin and watched the world. We fixed our bags a bit so tomorrow will be easier for packing to move out of here and arriving in Seattle. We saw some interesting things. Like pheasants, antelopes, bleached bones, and even a child mooning the train. Hilarious. 

But all I cared about were the mountains. I was practically vibrating with excitement once we could see them out in the distance. As we edged closer I saw a white fox and a beaver and a horse that had left it's fence. But then the mountains were closer. And they were beautiful. My pictures don't do them justice. I'm so glad we got to see them for almost two hours before the sun went down. Because it was everything. We saw meandering water, babbling brooks, we went under tunnels and saw cabins and snow. We went through clouds and fog. It was just. Magical. 

But I did lose service as soon as well got up here. So this post won't be there when I want it to. But as soon as I can get it up I will. I apologize but I'm on my honeymoon so you don't get to be upset with me. Just know I am having an absolute blast. 

Tomorrow we should arrive in Seattle in the early afternoon. We will see when it actually happens. We are both excited for full showers and a hopefully big bed. But also I'm excited to see another place! 

I hope you are all having fun as well, sleeping good and appreciating the nature around you. Goodnight!! 

[leiyanliam-blog]

TECHNOLOGY LOG (11/27/2023)

Today, technology has reminded me of its wonders once again. From being able to spend my day with my family to being able to increase productivity when I am most motivated to do school work,

My smartphone has been a very useful gadget to connect me to my loved ones and inform them about our outing in SM City Sto. Tomas. I was able to reach my grandmother and aunt so that I could relay information about the said outing. In this endeavor, the Messenger app has been very helpful and convenient. "That's great!" my grandmother said after hearing the news of our outing. My aunt also said that she would be joining us too.

My grandparents, aunt, and cousins arrived, and we hopped on the SUV where we would be riding. Of course, a long ride would not be complete without accompanying music. "We want Taylor Swift's music." my sister said.

With the help of Spotify and Bluetooth, I was able to connect my phone to the radio. The fun is just starting, but I am already very thrilled!

Oops! We ran into a wall. No one knows the way to Sto. Tomas. So my mother asked me to help her with directions. Fortunately, Google Maps is very accessible, and it has a lot of features. It lets you choose a route that you prefer, depending on traffic congestion. It also displays the ETA as well as the distance traveled.

Everything went well from there, and then we arrived at our destination. The mall provided a fresh breeze and is well-decorated with Christmas ornaments. Of course, I would not forget to take a photo. "Lucky!" I exclaimed because I have my phone camera.

We all spent our day shopping, and we went out to eat at a restaurant to ease our hunger from shopping all day. After everyone was satisfied, it was already time to go home.

We had the same vibe all throughout the ride home. Taylor Swift on the radio, and constant chitchatting with each other. Before we knew it, we had all gone home.

At home, I immediately remembered all the things that I have to accomplish before I go to sleep. I opened my laptop.

I opened Canva to edit the primary label of our drug product in Manufacturing Pharmacy. It took a fruitful hour of editing before I became satisfied with the results.

I saved the photos, then immediately sent them to my groupmates for compilation of the pictures on the labels. I used an emailing app called Gmail to send my classmate the files. As a matter of fact, Messenger does not do justice to saved photos on the platform. Always low quality!

I also did a test run on how the label would come out if I printed it. So I turned on the printer and went on to print the sample labels.

"GOOD TEST RUNS!" I exclaimed. I was ecstatic after seeing the results. At first, I thought the labels would be so small that no one could read them. Fortunately, there is Microsoft Word, which helped me adjust the size of the pictures on the labels. Technology is truly a wonder!

After finishing the label, I proceeded to do other activities, such as answering quizzes and essays in the Canvas app. This is the app where we manage our online modules and courses.

I also use QuillBot to paraphrase my poor sentences into well-constructed ones. This aspect of this AI is very fascinating. I also use this app to check my grammar and spelling.

Moreover, to end my day, I play video games as a stress reliever. I particularly like playing Valorant. It is a shooting game, and I think I have the best aim ever. This game is so much fun to play, especially with online friends. My online friends told me that they were glad I played tonight.

Now that I have had my fun, it is time to sleep. But wait! I almost forgot. I need to set an alarm so that I can wake up on time to get to the bus station. Another weekday, another school day!

That's all for today. Have a good night folks!

CONCLUSION: I cannot live without technology. It has already become my companion in my everyday life, and it will continue to be so that I can increase my productivity with each passing day.

#technology is amazing #Spotify #GoogleMaps #Google #MicrosoftWord #Canva #Canvas #QuillBot #I hate alarms #Valorant #Bluetooth #Messenger

[progressivemother]

Viewing the solar eclipse together.

Viewing an eclipse can feel like a once in a lifetime experience. I, personally, have never seen one before this. My husband has seen one. We are both 27 years old. It is amazing how these things can impact us.

We had to prepare ourselves and our children for this amazing occasion. As a lover of education, I saw this as an amazing teaching opportunity. To prepare our kids on what to expect, we had an education time in the morning before the eclipse.

The kids learned how the moon moves in front of the sun for approximately 4-7 minutes before moving away. They also learned that they would have to be patient due to how long the moon can take to move. When we did see it, it took approximately an hour and twenty minutes for it to get into full place. I also explained the importance of solar eclipse glasses.

Here are a few ways to teach your children about the eclipse before it happens:

1. Print out educational coloring pages.

Make sure to look up a coloring page that shows how the earth, the moon, and the sun are placed. The paper should explain the eclipse and the different types it can come in.

2. Simulate the solar eclipse

Grab a flashlight, a Styrofoam ball, and some string. Hang the ball in front of a wall and shine the flashlight so you can see the ball's shadow on the wall. You can even hang a map of the United States on the wall to show them the path of totality.

3. Use detailed scientific facts

There's more to a solar eclipse than just the sun going dark. Eclipses come with a drop in temperature and a change in wind speed and direction. Use your solar eclipse demonstration to explain why these changes happen. For example, the reason the temperature drops is because the sun's light is blocked from the earth.

4. Read a solar eclipse book and/ or watch an educational video

Buy or use your local library to get a book about the eclipse. I prefer using my kids' reading tablets and get books that way. Our library has the option of borrowing books online and downloading them. Some books I'd recommend include "Someone is Eating the Sun" by Ruth Sonneborn, "The Big Eclipse" by Nancy Coffelt, "Eclipse: How the 1919 Solar Eclipse Proved Einstein’s Theory of General Relativity (Moments in Science)" by Darcy Pattison and “When the Sun Goes Dark” by Andrew Fraknoi and Dennis Schatz. As for the video, I recommend Dr. Binocs as a good source. This channel has a lot of useful information and my children love the characters within it.

No matter how you choose to teach your kids about the solar eclipse, make sure it's fun. Your kids are more likely to show an interest in science when it starts at home.

I wasn't sure what to expect from the dogs or from the kids but it was worth taking a chance for this rare celestial experience. We gathered outside in front of the house. The dogs started nervously chewing while we stared at the sky. I was more interested in just being outside and seeing how the partial eclipse would affect the daylight and the shadows- until I put on my glasses to look directly at the sun! Then I couldn't get enough of checking every few minutes to see how it changed. I also discovered that putting the glasses over my phone camera lens allowed me to get some cool pictures.

The kids stared happily at it. It was amazing to see them so calm and just staying focused on something for as long as they did. I expected them to want to run around and play instead but they didn't. The dogs were playing but over time calmed and laid down. It was a nice family experience.

It wasn't what I expected but it wasn't a full solar eclipse.

To many, the eclipse can mean different things. To us, it was simply something amazing to see and enjoy but to others it can mean a new beginning, increased merit, the Earth's energy is disrupted, or as a bad omen. Whatever if may mean to you, just remember that it is an amazing celestial event.

#love #children #progressive #family #liberal #solar eclipse

[kana-advancedimaging]

Blog Post #5 The Power of Emotion

The most recent item I purchased was the iPhone 15 Pro. This decision took me a whole month to make! 😄

Because, of course, it's expensive $$$, and my current iPhone is still working okay. However, I like taking photos, and I've always desired an iPhone with outstanding camera performance. Taking pictures is an essential activity for me; it preserves my cherished memories, allowing me to revisit them years later, evoking my recollections. I frequently look at my photo albums, reliving those moments. I currently use an iPhone 12 Mini, but its photo quality doesn't satisfy me enough. So, I always borrowed my husband's newer iPhone whenever I wanted to take photos, and it kept bothering him. :p I also own a Nikon DSLR camera, purchased when I was a high school student, but it's not as portable, and its performance isn't up to par with the latest smartphones.

Also, I secretly aspire to create content on YouTube, such as travel vlogs or cooking videos. <3 I thought the iPhone 15 Pro would enable me to shoot beautiful, clear videos. I have a friend who has the iPhone 14 Pro, and she showed me its incredibly stable and clear videos. I found it more convenient and compact than buying a separate video camera.

It hasn't arrived yet; it's scheduled to be delivered on Tuesday (9/11), so I check the tracking information daily, eagerly hoping it will come soon. My emotional connection will only strengthen once it's in my hands. I generally trust Apple products because they've consistently provided stable and satisfying experiences since my first iPhone, the 6S. It was slim, pink, and cute, my favourite despite the challenges of accidental drops and cracked screens! 😄 I briefly used an Android phone, but after noticing the difference in photo quality between Android and iPhone, I preferred the iPhone. Also, since I use a MacBook and an iPad, using Apple products for Airdrop is more convenient.

Once the phone arrives, I'm excited to upload photos taken with the iPhone 15 Pro to this blog!

[trishacastover]

Second update to the Eldritch au! This is just going to be little fun facts and what he is called by the other aus! This isn't apart of Clown's work for the Welcome Home project he's working on, this is entirely fanmade and the other aus belong to their creators.

Okay first up is Avia! Avia can eat other things than rodents in her human form! Though she has a preference towards rodents, she loves boiled eggs! She enjoys peeling off the shell and tearing them open! Her favorite part is the yolk! Sometimes she'll even make egg salad or deviled eggs! The only reason she'll ever go to Howdy's is to get her own eggs since she doesn't want to impose on Poppy and take what's needed for her to bake. So Avia will go to Howdy's to get her own eggs! She even writes her name on the containers so Poppy knows that they're hers. Another thing about Avia is that she's scared of loud noises such as fireworks and thunder! Wally would hold her and cover her with his extra arms and with one of his wings. Although she tends to play off as someone cool who doesn't fear loud noises, which amuses Wally because he knows the truth. Avia is also the only one who can keep him on a leash so to speak, so everytime he comes to RF Wally's mansion (It is agreed upon in the RF discord server that the aus just come and go there at random.) he has to bring Avia with him because it's literally a rule for him to do so.

Now onto our silly Eldritch himself! Because of the show's runtime (Late 60s to early-mid 70s) any technological advancements made after the show was cancelled confuses him to no end. So he still uses a video camera that records things on VHS, those old photo cameras that spit out the picture that has to go through a ritual just for it to show, and rotary phones to call! He can easily use his powers to connect his calls to digital phones so it's never an issue.

Eldritch's in this au are genderless and formless, so they can assume a form and voice that matches their identity. Home doesn't identify as anything so Home goes by it/it's pronouns (Home is dead in this au as a reminder.). Wally still identifies as male so he still goes by he/him/his. He even has multiple voices he uses but there is one that he mainly uses (It's the voice of Tim Burton's Cheshire Cat.). Eldritchs can also fall in love with just about anything, a human, alien, or even a raccoon. As long as the relationship is consensual and the feelings are reciprocated, there's nothing wrong. If the object of their affections don't share the same feelings, then the Eldritchs have ways to win them over (Thus why Wally is a romantic rizzler in this au.). So in order to simplify things in human standards, Wally just says he's pansexual. Wally is still the children's show entertaining puppet at heart, so he does have a soft spot for children. He is also easily bribed with apples and has arachnophobia.

He's properly known as Eldi by the other aus! This only came to be because Baby! Wally can't pronounce the word "Eldritch", so he ended up calling him Eldi instead. It slowly caught on with the other aus and they call him Eldi every since.

I've also went into my settings and allowed questions/requests, I think that's enough in order to set up a ask/request box. Anyways, that's all I have for now.

#eldritch au #wally darling au #welcome home au

[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 04x17

It’s a Terrible Life

This is a fun episode for me because Dean is soooooooooo gay in this one.

Spouse is also extra bitchy today because we ran out of the soda he prefers, and he is craving  b u b b l e s. 

Pointed out the Ken outfit

“Pretty dapper dude” “Are we only following Dean? Please tell me that’s the case” “Oh he’s typing” “oh my god. What?” To the Project Runway joke

“Eating fkn salad, really?” “Do we know that guy yet?” “What a fuck. Cayenne and maple syrup?” Spouse didn’t understand the health club reference

“Who’s going to shoot up the internet?” “hahah” “What do you need pencils for?” “Never trust coworkers. They’re all a bunch of conniving cunts” “What a cunt” (the coworker) “Is this a printer company or something? Sam’s in tech support, and Dean is in sales” “What is he not into? Hmm?” “That’s not too much forward than he is already” “Is this guy’s brain to explode? It would be easier to repeat the work at this point. He’s been there all day and all night now” “Is he going to jump off the building now? Stab a fork in his eye? Get possessed?” “OH YEAH. He fries his head. That’s extreme” “Fries are done” “Why the fuck is he on the same floor as tech support?” “Everybody’s getting possessed” “Vista? How does that have to do with filling out a form?” “Jump out the window? Where is he going?” “Oh shit” “That’s a lot of mess” “You’d have to be pretty accurate to do that. Or wholly unlucky. One or the other” “Since when do you need help, Dean?” “This episode has Deja Vu vibes from Mystery Spot. It’s not like that one but it has vibes” “Why does he have so many pictures of bridges in his office?” “Oh my god. Is that one of Jared’s supplements?” “Just 2 guys in a bathroom. It’s not like the health club bro” “Do you mean super natural?” “I like Dean’s chair” “Look at all this shit I printed out about vampires!!” “to satisfy yourself? Save it for the health club bro” “Is there going to be a red swing line stapler anywhere?” “Oh. You’re dead now, sucker” “Man. Leasing space is so expensive. How do they have the money to have this room filled with old telephones and shit? Doesn’t make sense” “Do kids these days even experience TV static?” “How did he know to grab iron?” “Why does Dean have a part in his hair?” “Is he drinking wine? No, it’s that piss stuff” “Oh Sandover is iron and bridge company hence all the bridges” “The video quality is shit in this episode” “A Bowflex? Holy shit Dean has a Bowflex. AND SPA TOWELS.” “Oh my god” “Creepy” “Oof.” “Whoopsie” Laughing at Dean talking about his portfolio

“The camera had an 8-bladed aperture. Look at that bokeh” “little gay bokeh boy” “oh my god that’s funny” burny acid not LSD acid

“This is before the Ghostfacers got annoying. I did think it was really cheesy at first but it became endearing over time” “They always light Jensen’s face way better than anyone else” “the fuck kinda saying is that?” “What is this phone shit on his belt?” “Was there a 13th floor in this building? Yes. Only really old buildings skipped that floor” “Are you going to let this guard get you that easily?” “So he wasn’t possessed while being a dick?” “Doesn’t he get cut in half? That’s awesome” “They’re focusing on him being slow too much” “nice” I flinched even though I knew it was coming “Is that what you don’t like about this episode? It’s just raspberry sauce” “clearly not worried about blood borne diseases” “They’re like old dry leather gloves. They won’t burn that quickly. They need an accelerant.” “They did use something. They sometimes use it for expense in other shows” laughed at the workout comment

Laughed at the health insurance thing “That’s what angels are for bro” “Did someone knock them out and put them in a dream state or something?” “Bobby, Ellen, and Jo? Really??” but he wants to be a corporate douchebag with his gay little outfits

“Pal. Fkn cranked an eyebrow hard at him. Make those eyebrows work” “That one eyebrow did the job of two” “I can’t remember the last time I used a pencil. Is that sad?” There’s a last time for everything

“Destruction of company property” “No one is asking where he got the fire poker?” “Is his name Ezekiel?” “Is there a western Great Lakes division? If so, I’d imagine the Eastern Great Lakes is pretty small” “Dean is going to have to amp up the sexy outfits to get up the chain faster” “Oh he’s Zachariah.” “Who directed the fkn shit out of this one?” “Literally Ken Business Man, and he’s in Sales and Marketing” I found the Ken doll outfit online

“He’s not strong enough? He’s gotta go to that health club more often” “what’s that supposed to mean?” “I don’t understand”

#beautifulspouserewatchesspn #supernatural s4 #supernatural #supernatural rewatch