#and the way it feels like a gentle carnival ride sometimes

[goldkirk]

I love riding on buses SO MUCH I LOVE IT SO MUCH I JUST HAVE SUCH A GOOD TIME AUGH 😭💕💛🚍

[suvidrache]

Carnival Rides

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The night of Halloween, you and Keigo had decided to go to the carnival instead of trick or treating. You didn’t really want to be around all the little kids that were dressed up in costumes, celebrating the spookiest night of the year. You also didn’t feel like talking to strangers and taking candy from them. You wanted to have fun with Keigo. So, you both decided to head to the nearest carnival. You both took your time wandering around hand in hand as you both went on the rides that you both thought you might enjoy. When you were done with the rides, you wandered over to the games with Keigo by your side. You tried your best at winning some of the games, and the ones you couldn’t win, Keigo did. You both had won a couple of prizes for each other. The night was coming to an end, and it was beginning to become day. You both had managed to lose track of time. You smiled at Keigo as you held his hand, leading him home; he didn’t mind. Although, now that he had thought about it. He could take you both home faster. He gave your arm a gentle pull, and you looked back at him. You didn’t think that you were that far apart, and you weren’t. You moved closer to him, and he wrapped an arm around you. Before he lifted off the ground. His grip was firm on you; he wasn’t going to drop you. He began flying and was headed home.

“Keigo.” You said as you held on tightly to him.

“What?”

“Do you think we could stop there?” You said as you pointed to a building nearby.

“Sure.” He said as he made his way over there. It was some sort of office building. No one appeared to be in it as all of the lights were off. The sun still had yet to touch the horizon. The moon still glimmered in the sky, the stars fading as the sun was due to arrive soon. It wasn’t quite light outside; it wasn’t quite day. It was sometime early in the morning or late at night, depending on one’s opinion.

You looked at Keigo, and he looked at you. He had thought you were both going home. That’s why he had picked you up, but there appears to be a change in plans. Not that he minded; he just worried for you. He wasn’t going to approach the subject first and instead let you talk about it when you were ready.

“I was just thinking. Do you want to have sex?” You asked as you looked away, feeling your face heat up as you asked. You knew he wouldn’t mind, but still.

He smiled, and he also looked away. He wasn’t expecting you to so boldly ask that, especially considering you were on the top of a building. There was a risk that you could be caught up there, even with the lack of light.

“Yes.” He said as he turned his attention back to you. His cheeks were dusted with a faint pink as he began to leave kisses down your neck. You bit your lip and tilted your head back. Your hand managed to find its way up his shirt. Your hand rested on his abs before you slid your hand down to his belt. His kisses made their way up and down your neck. His stubble tickling your neck, you couldn’t help but giggle and shy away from him. He moved away and removed his shirt. Your eyes slowly looked his body up and down. You bit your lip, and you slipped your clothes off. Keigo and you both stood naked; you made your way over to him. Your hands slipped into his hair as his hands slowly felt your body. Your mouth was on his, and he kissed you back. Deepening the kiss as he pulled your body closer to his. His hand slipped between your legs and began to rub/stroke you. You let out a gasp at the sudden contact. His fingers worked harder and faster. You let out a moan as your hand moved to stroke him back. Your hips began to rock back and forth as he continued his actions. You both continued until you had brought each other to cum. Then, you laid down; Keigo had stretched out his coat for you to lay on. He would wash it later; he didn’t want you to lay down on something that he didn’t know whether was clean or not; also, it might be cold. He moved to be between your legs. Your hands grasped his shoulders as he slid himself inside of you. He waited a moment, letting you get comfortable before he began to slowly slide in and out. His hands grasped your hips as he began to move harder and faster. You let out a moan, and he continued going at the speed you wanted him to. You thrust your hips against his, and he couldn’t help but let out a moan as you both continued to thrust.

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Tag List: @eli-chris, @lazyboikat, @hpphantom, @dahlias-love, @pinejayy

[spinning-feeling]

"A Spinning Feeling: Part 1 - The first meeting"

Selfship Story - Starring Maxim, and Spinel

Story under the Cut

Exactly 6 weeks have passed since Maxim bled into this world, and it admittedly felt somewhat odd to him, living like a human again. All his life has he wished for such mortal suffering and routine to end, and yet now - as a God - he found himself going back into this way of existance.

Though, it was going to be diffirent. He had control now, Control over his life, his actions, over aspects of the world - though he stops himself from going further, he could control this world and make it answer his every wish and whim… but sometimes, there is fun in unpredictability… though, it is also a double-bladed sword. Unpredictability in this case could also end him, emotionally of course, if he wasn't careful.

Maxim shook his head to not overthink too much, instead choosing to focus on his new home, which he was standing in front of. He was admittedly still rather impressed with Bismuth's craftsgemship - She actually managed to complete his request to the T, though it most likely was she had help from Pearls, or other 'classy' gems with the matter to make it in the style of Art Deco… Either way, its beyond impressive.

Obviously, he could have just made one himself at a flick of his wrist, but actually choosing to do it some customary way seemed to make a bit more sense. He only hoped the whole "bluff" of having always just enough currency would work out still.

"…Hm, speaking of Funds, i should propably spend them on some activities, shouldn't i?"

Maxim murmured to himself, thinking out loud, as he places a hand on his chin, tapping it with his index finger, before shrugging, turning around and going off into beach city.

"To be fair, i never properly went into a proper park or carnival, other than those at the eye… Hm. Guess Funland will be a first-time experiance of such things for me!"

He continued monologuing to himself, finding an odd comfort it speaking to himself, a habit from his previous life.

So he went towards Funland, rather fascinated, more so by the second as he hummed to himself, feeling a shard of child-like excitement over the whole situation as he practically waltzed into funland, suprisingly managing to get through a quick interaction with Mr. Smiley to get into the park itself, as he goes around the whole park, beyond fascinated with everything around him. It was a whole new experiance! A whole new Real experiance at that! He had been in countless carnivals in games or in the stories he read or imagined, but being in one for real was something else! He had to just try every single game he could find!

"It's beyond Fascinating, so many colors, treats, such-and-such, na ozyrysa i apisa, if only i could be everywhere at once!"

He lightly joked to himself, though still very much wanting to try everything - well, except the sweet popcorn, that seems like sacreligious blasphemy - choosing to go try a couple of games first, already hopping over to it to try it. From shooting down targets with a toy gun, to ring tossing, he has played many games already, choosing to return to one he has played over remembering there being a plushie he wanted to get before he could go to any other games or start going to the rides, humming to himself with a bright confidence as he went over to the booth of the beanbag-toss game, stopping when he noticed a familiar figure.

They, or rather, She, had long pigtails, sporting a dark shirt with small shoulderpads, puffy shorts, white leggins, or is it socks? he couldnt tell, as well as pointy boots, all of her form in diffirent shades of pink. He blinked, as he realised that it was Her. Not only was she from his vision, but he recognised her from his previous human life… he never met her in person, though he knew she was more than important to him. Thousands of thoughts ran through his mind, gentle whispers appearing around him, that one could hear if they were close enough, before ceasing as he shook his head, clearing his throat as he looked at her once more.

She appeared to be playing the game he was about to play himself, though not doing too well. It took him a moment to compose himself and gather enough confidence anew, before he stepped over to the beanbag-toss booth, basically next to her now as he noticed her focused expression, trying her best to hit the bags in the right spots, but seemingly not managing to hit them at the rainbow spot. He hummed as he looked at her, then at the way she threw. The more Maxim saw her play, the more he felt nostalgic, remembering playing something simmilar in his human life, before gently clearning his throat once more.

"Excuse me,"

he said, trying to sound as poilte as possible, first impressions matter!

"May i have a turn?"

She turned to look at him, blinking in suprise over not noticing him earlier, gently moving her hand in his direction,

"Oh, Sure!"

She said with a smile, as he hummed softly, finding himself gently smiling back at her smile, lightly hesitantly taking some of the bags into his hand as he hummed softly in focus, his expression changing to fit his concentration, earning her to gently tilt her head in intrigue. He started off fine, managing to hit some of the bigger spots, earning him a fair amount of points before nearly hitting the rainbow spot. Obviously he tried again, humming still as he managed to hit more and more spots without much problem, accept for the rainbow one.

He thought the silence was a bit.. Uncomfy, to say the least, as he looked at her and tried to spark some conversation.

"What brought you here? I-if you dont mind me asking."

He hummed.

"Ah, nothin' much, this game looked fun so i decided to try it out, though…"

She lightly trailed off as she looked at what appeared to be one of the prizes, a big teddy bear with a pink heart at its tummy.

"Ever since i saw that prize, i've been trying to get it… Progress has been, eheh… slow."

She chuckled softly as she looked at him, him looking at her back, before looking back at the game in front of him. Ah, to hell with the other plush, he could try to craft one himself, mayhaps, as he now thought that a kind gesture would be in order.

"Hm… Check this."

He hummed to himself with a chuckle, before throwing each of his bags. Blue, green, yellow, red, each of them hit! The two seemed focused, as Maxim threw the last bag, it hitting the rainbow spot, finally, as Maxim laughed to himself,

"Yes! Oh, Golly what fun!"

"Congratulations! Please pick a prize."

The Employee said, as Max looked over the vast array of plushies availible. For a moment, he pondered the plush octopus, before pointing to another one.

"i'd like the teddy bear, please."

He asked politely, as She hummed softly, her expression gently souring, though not enough to be noticed, as he picked up the bear from the employee, before turning to Her, a happy smile on his face, as he gave his prize to her, as her expression brightened up to pure suprise.

"For you, Miss!"

He chuckled softly. He… Knew, her name, though it would be best to ask her for it first before he can call her by name, as he smiled at her more softly. She was in a small state of shock as she reached out for the offered gift, gently pushing it to her chest as she smiled at him back, a small blush on her face.

"…T-thanks, Pal, Though it is your prize, dont ya think its best ya keep it..?"

She shrugged, as he smiled more,

"No, it's more than fine, it's yours! You did want it, did you not?"

He chuckled softly, making her blush even more, hugging the plush closer to her.

He admittedly found her cute, seeing her somewhat shy and hugging the plush close to her like such, as he gently sighed to himself, holding his hands, before blinking back into focus as he looks at her still,

"A-ah, right, Almost forgot to ask, What is your name, Miss?"

He asked, Polite as ever, as she looked back up at him, a soft smile on her face a she chuckles at his formality,

"Hey, no need to be so formal, pal! Call me Spinel!"

She chuckled softly as she smiled brightly at him, making him blush a bit more, as he chuckles back,

"F-fair enough, guess i can't help it, t'heheheh…"

He rubbed the back of his head, not really able to be any less formal to someone he sees as higher than him, as he smiles at her shyly, though happily.

"My name's Maxim, it's a pleasure!"

He hesitantly took his hand out, not expecting anything, his eyes gently widening and his blush gently growing once seeing that Spinel has taken his hand, as he hums softly. Feels truly Odd, to be honest. This is the first time he shook someone's hand in… Lifetimes. It felt… Kind. He gently tightened the hold on her hand as they shook hands, before he had to let go when she did, as to not make it awkward, gently humming as they look at eachother, both of them sporting a tiny blush at the whole situation, before she hums in thought.

"…Wanna join me for some other games, Max?"

She asked, seeming to enjoy his company, as he looked at her, blinking in slight suprise as he smiles anew,

"i'd… Like to, Spinel. If its alrighty with you, of course…"

He muttered lightly shyly.

"'Course it'd be fine, that's why i asked!"

She softly laughed, moving away into a direction of another game, as he tips his cap to the employee and hops over to match her walking speed,

"Heh, you're kinda weird."

She softly muttered herself, him picking up at her word, feeling a shard of unsurety grip his heart as she smiles on, happy still,

"i like that."

He was admittedly confused on how she found him being 'Weird' to be something to like, but he chose not to dwell on the thought, choosing instead to enjoy his time with her as they went around the park, playing diffirent games and managing to win diffirent prizes, Spinel winning for Maxim a big plush as well as to 'settle the score', both of them enjoying eachother's time greatly as they went around the park and exchanged stories. For the second time after he became a God, Maxim found himself feeling genuinely happy, occasionally lightly messing with his hands as a stim, finding himself even snickering for, seemingly, no reason. Eventually, the two choose to go get some Treats and Drinks, Spinel getting the former while Maxim ordered the latter, He of course asking her politely on what she wished for, her snickering and telling him to suprise her, leading to now; The two just sitting on a bench, enjoying the atmosphere and the ocean in front of them.

"What took ya so long?"

Spinel asked with a chuckle, Maxim chuckling with a shrug and a small blush,

"I was trying to figure out what kind of drink You'd like… Went with a strawberry milkshake."

He smiled, offering her the beverage as she took it with an nod,

"And what'cha got for yaself, Maxie?"

She asked with intrigue, the nickname making him blush more as he chuckles to himself,

"…t'heheh, Only some ice tea, nothing too crazy."

He shrugged anew,

"…Though, what did ya get for us in terms o' snacks?"

He inquired as he sat down next to her, before looking at the box on her lap,

"Ah, i didnt know what you'd like as well so i trusted my gut!"

She shrugged with a chuckle, opening the box to reveal donuts, in many diffirent hues and with diffirent sprinkled toppings. He had to admit, they looked pretty damn good… though what did catch his eye is the donut that was a wee bit deformed, more triangle-like than circular, and with his hues to match - White, Purple, and Green. Spinel hummed as she gently tilted her head as she watched Maxim's focused expression,

"…Ya ok there, pal?"

At hearing her voice he shook his head, blinking,

"Y-yeah i am, just was intrigued that you got my favourite kind, is all."

He chuckled softly, pointing to the chocolate covered donut, as she hums, smiling as she let him take it.

They enjoyed the treats and drinks, as well as eachother's time as they looked into the vast ocean before them, soon enough the park quieting down as they sat side by side, Maxim softly humming a melody from time to time, seemingly trying to catch on to a specific melody but changing it always to make it seem diffirent, Not that Spinel exactly noticed, she admittedly just found listening to his humming to be rather calming, no matter how odd or intriguing the melody could sound. Soon enough, she found herself feeling somewhat tired, the day was rather eventful after all so it was only fair, as she softly yawned, stretching out, as Maxim looked at her in intrigue.

"You feeling ok, Spinel?"

He asked softly, noticing Spinel's sleepy state,

"..Yeah, peachy, just kinda tired."

Spinel muttered, stretching out again,

"Today was super fun, but i think it's time to hit the hay."

He looked at her, honestly not feeling tired one bit, as he hums,

"Yeah, think it's time indeed… Yet, will we meet eachother again soon?"

He inquired, polite and curious as ever,

"Pff, of course you dork! Let's meet up right here, tommorow. Sound good?"

She chuckled, to which Maxim smiled,

"Yeah, sounds good."

He watched as Spinel waved him goodbye, going away to where he presumed would be her home, as he hummed, today's whole events re-playing in his mind as he looked on blankly, stuck in his thoughts,and before he knew it, t'was nightfall.

"…Hm. Think i might get used to this."

He muttered, moving his head around to stretch out his neck, as he stood up, and marched away to the exit, a soft smile on his face as he thought of his new friend, and the fun times he spent with her at day.

[peachesandmilktea]

Hi here’s my application for the event 😌

So about me: I can come off as somewhat quiet at first but can become more open super easily. I love to be with people and always will defend my friends.

Favorite song: all I wanted by paramore

Ideal date: definitely like a carnival. Going on rides, eating whatever kind of food they have there, playing games. And at the end we’d go back home and hang out

Kinks: overstim, impact play, humiliation

I’d like a male character

Match-up Event Masterlist

I match you with...

𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐨!

If Natsuo is the nice, gentle kind of man, soft smile always pulling at his lips and sparkles of amusement constantly lighting in his gaze, he doesn't trust people easily. It's not that he's not friendly, it's not that he doesn't get close to anyone, but there's always something that keeps him from being himself around others. Call it daddy issues, call it having felt invisible during his whole childhood, call it insecurity, but sometimes, just sometimes, dreadful thoughts are too heavy for him to bear, and once again, he feels like nothing he is matters, like he'll never get any acknowledgment from anyone. It's not the same with you, though. You replace these sad, painful memories with new ones, filled with laughter and sunshine. You defend him, make him feel important, seen, and it isn't long before pure, raw love takes over his heart and he falls for you, too hard for him to ever hope he'll pick himself back up together. It's fine though, because he's not alone, doesn't belong to solely himself anymore, and he'll gladly give you everything you want, if only you accept to stay by his side and see him, love him, always.

Dates are amazing. Natsuo is so happy to have you with him that he simply makes you forget the world around you. The only ones that matter are the two of you, even when you’re strolling in that crowded carnival. He’ll hold your hand and smile when you get two on rides, crack jokes when you lose to him at one if the games, kiss the sugar away when it lingers on your lips after you take a bite of strawberry-tasted cotton candy. When the moon rises high, he’ll take you home, a cute little stuffed toy that he struggled for hours to win for you (ending up paying way more than it was worth but hey, he told you he’d win you something, so he wasn’t going to run away from a little challenge) cradled in your arms. He’ll look at you like you’re happiness itself, and maybe you are.

Once you’re home, the stuffed toy is discarded, and Natsuo focuses on you and your pleasure. He’ll have you underneath him, playing you with his fingers, tongue, teeth and cock, until he pushes you over the edge again, and again, and again, until tears are running down your cheeks. Want me to stop? He always asks, smug smile pulling at his lips. When you like it so much, slut? If you try to protest he’ll slap your ass or thighs, leaving pretty red marks in his wake. But then, he can always use his icy touch on the sensitive skin, kiss away your tears, and make it all better, always.

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[hizashis-lil-bunbun]

BNHA Valentine’s Day Headcanons!

Happy first day of February! Some of my Discord friends and I were brainstorming how different My Hero characters would celebrate Valentine’s Day. So let’s give ‘em a whirl! All characters are adults or aged up to be 18+ in these scenarios.

Big thanks to @varnienne, @emmappelle, @sweet-darling91, @donica95​, and @katsontherun for letting me bounce ideas off of them. 💖

⚠️MOSTLY FLUFF BUT THERE IS SOME NSFW AHEAD!⚠️

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

SFW

Gotta start with my blonde bby. And the best way I can describe his ideal Valentine’s is BIG and LOUD!

He’s never been one shy away from telling you how he feels, but he’s especially talkative on V-Day. Going on and on about how lucky he is, how much he loves you, etc.

It’s love songs all day, baby! From blasting modern pop songs while he makes breakfast to sweet, old-fashioned tunes that he makes you slow dance with him to in the living room. He’s a true romantic (and a surprisingly good dancer to boot).

And he might even (re: definitely will) serenade you. The man is a musician after all! In fact, don’t be surprised if Hizashi wrote a song just for you.

As far as gifts go, Hizashi goes all out. He’s a hero and a celebrity, with the salaries to match. So you can expect a few big ticket items. Plus, he’s a good listener. If you ever mentioned something you needed/wanted/expressed interest in, chances are it will arrive wrapped up in red and pink paper on the day.

“Hey little listener! Remember how ya said you might wanna try painting? No? Well I turned the spare room into a studio for ya anyways! Maybe you can make me something to hang up at the station, yeah?”

But just because his gifts are expensive and flashy, that doesn’t mean he devalues your own. Hizashi will blubber and gush over anything you give him, from lavish luxuries to a something as simple as a homemade card. Loudly I might add. Make sure to have earplugs handy.

Unfortunately, one of the drawbacks of having a radio star as your partner is that he’ll most likely have to work on Valentine’s Day. It’s even worse if he had teach that day as well. So don’t count on any fancy dinners until after the 14th.

But if you tune into his station on the day (and you will), there will be at least three or four songs dedicated to “his favorite little listener.”

NSFW

Even if he can’t be with you on the actual night, he’s definitely going to make up for lost time. Mood music, candlelight, the whole nine yards. He wants to romance you. To make you feel as good as you make him feel everyday.

Oral and overstimulation are the name of the game, and Hizashi is a giver through and through. He’s happy as a clam once he’s got his face buried between your legs, making you cum for the umpteenth time that night. Seriously, does he ever come up for air?

Praise is also a big thing for him. It flows from his mouth like the sweetest wine. And with his quirk, every whispered word and groan against your body feels just as intoxicating. Good vibrations indeed.

He also loves it when you’re vocal. No love song can compete with the way you cry and moan under his touch. He’ll make you sing for him all night long and into the morning hours.

“Damn, baby. I love you so damn much. Love the way you look cumming on my tongue. Think you can do it again?”

Eijiro Kirishima

SFW

Okay. This boy adores Valentine’s Day! Like it’s his favorite holiday.

And how can he not? Everything in the stores is red! He can stock up on red merchandise for the rest of the year in the span of a week. And believe me, he does.

This means his partner should expect a lot of the cliché gifts on the big day: teddy bears, heart-shaped boxes, and red roses to name a few. Oh, and he’s definitely got a stockpile of cheesy, punny Valentine cards centered around his and his friend’s hero personas.

His favorite is the one that says “I think you’re a Red Riot! Be my Valentine?” But maybe that’s partially because it came from you.

Kirishima doesn’t just shower you with crimson trinkets; he buys treats for everyone! Especially his closest friends. To him, Valentine’s is all about showing the people he loves most just how much he cares. And it’s honestly adorable to see him practically bouncing off the walls in excitement when he finds a little red treasure for this year’s celebration.

“Babe! Look at that red shark plushie. It looks just like me! So manly!”

*proceeds to buy seven of them: one for him, one for you, and one for everyone in the Bakusquad + Tetsutetsu*

But at the end of the day, once all the chocolates and stuffed animals have been given away, he’ll make sure you know there’s no one he loves more than you. He spends the final hours alone with you, eating a home cooked meal and cuddling on the couch. Times like these are his favorite, just being to hold you close and appreciate your presence in his life.

Fair warning though. You’ll probably end up watching some some cheesy romcom, cuz he loves those too.

NSFW

Of course, the red theme continues in the bedroom: red rose petals, red sheets, even a set of red lingerie he bought just for the occasion. Which he proceeds to rip apart minutes after you’ve gotten them on. Hope they weren’t too expensive.

Kirishima tries to be gentle with you, he really does. Savoring your pleasure and letting your orgasms crest and fall naturally. He wants to see you cooing and boneless by the end of the night.

But sometimes he underestimates his own strength and gets a little rougher than expected. Maybe he gives too sharp of a love bite, or squeezes your hips a little too hard. But it’s all done out of passionate love, so you don’t mind too much.

You might actually prefer it if he gets a little rougher.

However, if you wanna get kinky, there is one thing Kiri’s always down for: pulling you over his knee for a good, old-fashioned spanking. His quirk is perfect for it, hardening the palm of his hand just before it smacks down on the soft flesh. It’s like he has a set of built-in paddles. Trust me, if you let him get into a good rhythm, by the end of the night your ass will match the Valentine’s decor perfectly.

“Not pushing you too hard am I, beautiful? I know I can be unbreakable sometimes, but I never want to break you. I love you too much to do that.”

Mirio Togata

SFW

TBH, before he met you, Mirio was a bit of a player (which is kinda canon). Like “has a different date every year” player.

And can you blame him? He’s a total heartbreaker with that (le)million dollar smile and those baby blue eyes. He got so much Valentine’s chocolate from girls in high school, it was sickening! But with you, things are different.

For starters, he’s not so big on material gifts. Giving or receiving.

“How could I want anything more when I’ve got my sunshine right here?”

No, this sweet himbo is all about making memories with his partner! Sharing experiences and spending as much quality time together as possible.

So he plans everything days, sometimes weeks, in advance. Budgeting his time and money to squeeze as much love into a single day as humanly possible.

The moment you wake up on February 14th, he hits the ground running. Quite literally! He’s practically doing laps around your bedroom in his excitement to get the day started.

Valentine’s Day with Mirio turns out to be a marathon of couple activities. Bike riding to a local café for breakfast. Sight-seeing in Tokyo followed by ice cream in the afternoon. He even manages to sniff out a carnival for you to go to in the evening, letting you run amok on the rides and games. And yes, he definitely spends too much money trying to win you one of those giant stuffed animals.

By the end of the day, you’re thoroughly spent and just want to snuggle up next to him. And maybe have a late night snack of chocolate. Mirio is more than happy to indulge you, even offering to carry you home. Anything to be close to his precious sunshine.

NSFW

Despite your sleepiness and aching feet, Mirio insists he has one last surprise to give you. So he asks you to lay face-down on the bed and wait for him. Naked of course.

Once he finds what he’s looking for, he straddles your tailbone with his thighs and squirts something slippery onto your back. You yelp at the cold sensation and that earns a laugh from Mirio. He tells you it’s massage oil. One specifically designed to relieve muscle tension.

It’s like he knew you’d be sore after his day of non-stop adventuring. Almost like he planned it... What a smooth criminal.

It makes sense though. Maybe it’s because his quirk requires him to pass through things, but physical touch is his primary love language. Nothing grounds him quite like having you in his arms, worshiping every inch of your body.

He works you over, kneading at the muscles in your back, hips, and legs with steady pressure and prescision. He even rubs your feet, making the earlier pains melt away into bliss.

You’re almost too sleepy and relaxed to realize one of his hands is creeping up your body until it’s too late. Next thing you know, he’s curling his fingers into you, amplifying the pleasure of the massage in a new way. Like I said, Mirio’s a smooth criminal when he wants to be.

“Feeling good, sunshine? Yeah, I’ll bet you are. You always look so cute like this... just makes me want to kiss you all over. Maybe I will! But I think you’re still a little tense right... here.”

[wienerbarnes]

Are You Growing?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Cheek to Cheek) Word Count: 1,886 Warnings: mentions to alzheimers A/N: idk about yall but im loving posting about the earlier times w bucky n reader

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You sit on Bucky’s couch, Alpine curled up in your lap, purring softly with closed eyes as you lightly scratch behind her ears.

Bucky’s sitting on the floor in front of you, in the place of where his coffee table used to be, which is now pushed into the corner for the time being. He rereads the instructions to put together his new bookshelf for the eleventh time now, still not understanding where exactly to put each screw.

You were no help to him, your first suggestion was to toss out the instructions and build to his heart’s desires; whatever felt right.

The last thing he needs, though, is for his bookshelf to collapse in the middle night and scare the shit out of him, so he tries his luck with the instructions.

He’s grateful for the ring of his cellphone, perhaps a break for a phone call will somehow make the instructions easier to read.

His stomach drops when he sees the caller ID as Rebecca’s retirement place. He pushes down his nausea and answers the phone.

“Hello? Is Rebecca okay?” He answers, quickly standing and moving to another room, not missing when your eyes look up at the sound of his sister’s name.

Is Rebecca okay? Did she hurt herself? Did she hurt one of the nurses? Is she dead?

“Hi, Bucky. Yes, Rebecca’s okay,” The receptionist Bucky’s gotten to know well responds, causing him to let out a sigh of relief, “She’s asking for you, is all. She’s… not eating. She didn’t touch her breakfast or lunch, she just keeps asking when you’re coming. I know you don’t normally come until tomorrow, but I promised her I’d call you.” She finishes explaining.

“Uhm… okay, okay. Tell her I got hung up at work and that I’ll be over as soon as I can.” He tells her, sparing a glance into the other room to see you peeking at the instructions on the ground.

“You’re amazing Bucky, thank you.” She responds, and all he does is hum through his anxiety before hanging up, returning to the living room where you sit.

You look up at him as if to ask if he is okay and he only stares back for a few seconds, thinking, before deciding, “Put your shoes on, we gotta go somewhere.” He tells you, voice still a little shaky from the scare of that phone call.

You don’t question it, recognizing that it’s probably not the time, and move to go grab your shoes by the door. Bucky silently pushes out air through his mouth, an attempt to calm himself down and get the nausea to go away. Rebecca’s okay, he reminds himself, she’s having a bad day, but she’s okay.

You’re worried at how quiet Bucky is and with how fast he speeds on his bike down a route you don’t really recognize. Finally, though, you see the sign in the distance, St. Francis Alzheimer’s Hospital, and you understand.

He parks the bike out front and turns it off, not yet moving, and you take off his helmet you’re wearing to get a better look at him. You say his name when you notice tears have gathered in his eyes; you’ve never seen him cry before.

“Sorry,” He wipes his eyes, “This shit is just so… exhausting. Everytime the phone rings, everytime I come here, I don’t know what I’m going to get, if she is okay.” He vents before letting out a long sigh.

You don’t know how to respond, choosing to rub his back as he composes himself. Bucky’s always been a tough rock; always knowing what to say, what to do, always knowing how to take care of everyone and how to solve everyone’s problems. You’ve never seen him so tired, so nervous before, and you see the toll doing this has taken on him.

Before you can say anything, he stands, “Let’s go.” He holds out a hand to help you off the bike and rests the helmet on the seat, knowing no one’s going to take it.

You follow quietly behind him as he enters and greets the receptionist, walking past the desk and down the hall. You feel out of place, not only here, in the retirement place Bucky’s sister lives at, but in public. You’ve barely left the apartment while you’ve been in hiding; you think this is the most amount of people you’ve been around in months.

Bucky approaches a door and knocks quietly before entering, “Hey, troublemaker,” He calls out, voice no longer strained or shaky as it’s been for the half hour, as though he flipped a switch to make himself normal again.

“Bucky!” You hear an excitement-filled elderly voice call out.

You enter to see her sitting on the bed, arms reaching out for Bucky to embrace him in a hug.

“Sorry, I’m late, I got caught up at the gym.” He tells her, hugging her back.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were at work, I just wanted to talk to you about the carnival, it’s coming this weekend.” You notice Bucky’s jaw clench for a second before loosening.

“It is, isn’t it. I’ll get Steve and we’ll all go together, I know how much you love the rides there.”

You linger by the door still, observing the interaction. How Bucky plays along so perfectly and so composed. You tense when you notice that Rebecca’s eyes have found you.

Bucky follows her gaze and snaps his head to you, “Becca, this is a friend of mine.”

You walk over and hold your hand out, giving your name, and she reaches out and accepts it, giving you a gentle smile, “A friend, huh?”

“Bec -”

“I’ve heard a lot about you, it’s really great to finally meet you.” You tell her.

“Well, it’s lovely to meet you, too, I haven’t met one of Bucky’s friends in a while,”

“Rebecca -”

“Who was that floozy you brought home once, the one that Mama hated?” She teases Bucky, who now stands with arms crossed looking at you take a seat in the chair next to Rebecca’s bed.

“That was Madeline.”

“Madeline! My goodness, she didn’t last very long at all -”

“How about we talk about something other than my love life? Are you hungry, Bec?”

“A little bit.” She responds, and Bucky feels relief flood through his body. He nods and leaves the room to go fetch her lunch from one of the nurses.

“I love these flowers on your shirt.” Rebecca compliments, snapping your eyes away from the door Bucky exited out of and back to hers. They’re the same blue as Bucky’s.

You glance down at your shirt, one you thrifted with lilac’s all over them.

“Thank you, they’re, uh, lilacs. They symbolize growth. Like, change from ignorance to knowledge, innocence to wisdom, and all that.” You tell her.

She hums, “And are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Growing?”

You pause to think about it. Have you grown? Changed?

“Yes. I think so.” You respond.

“Well, then I’m happy for you.” She says sincerely.

You feel a knot swell in your throat at the validation, being greatly reminded of Bucky in that moment, and it’s then that he returns with a tray of food, a bowl of fruit, and a glass of juice.

Bucky places the tray on the small table that can swing over her bed, cutting the food on the plate for her small pieces, before moving to the fruit and juice, taking both lids off for her.

You watch as he takes gentle care in moving the tray closer to her, piling small pieces of food onto a spoon before feeding it to her.

She clears about half the plate before saying she’s full, which is more than enough for Bucky to be satisfied; it’s better than this morning.

Whatever problem there seemed to be this morning that caused Bucky to come over here in a rush is gone. To you, it was like his presence was the only thing she needed to feel better; it’s like there wasn’t anything wrong in the first place.

Soon enough, the two of you leave, with a promise from Bucky that he’ll see her tomorrow on Thursday and they’ll go to the carnival this weekend.

You don’t mention anything else about the visit to Bucky the entire way home, and choose to help him on the floor of his living room for the rest of the evening instead.

Thursday and Friday pass, and Bucky goes to Steve’s on Saturday.

“Remember that girl I told you about? The one I’ve sort of become friends with? That I’ve been looking out for?” Bucky stirs sugar into his coffee, his sweet tooth showing up more frequently since he’s been hanging out with you.

“I remember.” Steve says, sitting down next to him at his table with his own cup of coffee. Steve’s is decaf, though.

“I, uh… I took her to meet Rebecca.” Bucky doesn’t meet his eyes, waiting to see what his reaction will be.

“Oh?” Steve responds, setting his mug down and resting his aged hands on the table, paying all attention to Bucky now.

“There was a situation on Wednesday, Becca wasn’t eating and she was at my apartment -”

“At your apartment?”

“So, I just took her with me -”

“You haven’t even taken Sam to meet Rebecca.” Steve tells him, making Bucky stop.

He pauses for a moment before continuing, “When I saw Bec on Thursday, she remembered her.”

Steve’s head tilts, processing his words.

Bucky continues, “I went to go see Bec on Thursday, and she asked me about her, apparently they talked about some flowers and she wanted me to bring her some so she can see them in person. Asked when I was going to bring her to see her again.” He finishes explaining.

“Wow.” Is all Steve says.

“Rebecca… doesn’t remember anything. I mean she remembers me and you, but she barely remembers anything she and I talk about when I visit, barely remembers her kids. But she remembered talking about lilacs with this girl she’d never met before!” Bucky says, still in disbelief.

“...Must be something special about her.”

“Oh, don’t you start now, too.”

“Just saying. Maybe you should bring her here sometime.”

“Nah, I didn’t even plan to take her to see Becca. That was a risk all by itself, taking her out in public like that.” Bucky glances up to see Steve smirking at him with that stupid wrinkled mouth of his.

“Stop looking at me like that, would you, punk?!”

Steve chuckles, “She sounds like a sweet girl.”

“She’s my friend, Steve.”

“I didn’t say she wasn’t.”

“But you’re implying -”

“Implying what? What are you thinking?”

Bucky huffs and rolls his eyes, Steve twisting his words around, and he realizes he won’t escape this conversation without teasing.

“Whatever. She’s just a friend. If that. We just hang out sometimes, I help her do things that I had trouble with when I got out of HYDRA. I’m just around to help her.”

“Sure, pal. That’s nice of you.”

Bucky sighs, standing to go refill his coffee, and Steve smiles to himself, glad that Bucky’s met someone like you, and glad to see where it’ll inevitably lead, even if the two of you don’t see it yet.

[fairyrosepetals]

Due to quarantine, I’ve been feeling pretty touch starved due to to the lack of hugs my friends and I would usually give each other.

Covid is a curse for naturally affectionate people like me :/

So enjoy some headcanons I wrote for some of our boys who had finally achieved the role of boyfriend!

Sweet home as types of boyfriends (M)

Hyun Cha

Hyun as a boyfriend gives me very chill/tired boyfriend vibes.

As in, he’s the kind of boyfriend who loves you softly. Someone who appreciates you in their own discreet way. Whether it be soft forehead kisses, or just very tight hugs.

Very relaxed dates. These dates would include laying on the couch cuddling, with rain pouring in the background.

Another date Idea would be just watching your favorite movies together in bed, eating your favorite snacks and candies.

His nicknames would include

Babe, babygirl/boy, love of my life, My light, Angel

His kisses are very hesitant and gentle, almost as if you’ll break or you’ll run away from him. Once you kiss him, and he knows you’re not going anywhere, his kisses become desperate, like you’ll disappear. Soon though, his kisses show how much he truly feels with you around :)

PDA doesn’t include a whole lot, mainly because he feels self conscious when he’s around someone as amazing as you. He feels like you deserve someone a lot better. Most likely just hand holding in public. However, in closed doors you bet you can get as many hugs and kisses as you want, whenever you want, 25/8

Now, at 18, you OBVIOUSLY don’t have a lot of money unless you’re rich. When it comes to gifts, I think he’d pay attention to your favorite foods, or maybe your current obsession, and base his gifts off that.

He LOVES to rant to you about Maria In The Sky!! Or just his hyperfixations in general when it isn’t Maria. Which isn’t likely. He gets this certain spark in his eyes when he talks about the things he’s interested in, which brings a certain life to him.

Now, depression DOES take a toll on people. This can leave a strain on relationships especially. If you’re willing to put in the extra effort, he would greatly appreciate it. He makes sure to show you his appreciation by making sure he ate a little extra more that day, made sure to change out into a new set of clothes, and overall just ways to show that he’s taking care of himself.

Overall, he loves you dearly, and greatly appreciates the love and support you give him. Trust me, he’s not letting you go any time soon.

Hyuk Lee

Hyuk as a boyfriend gives me very CHAOTIC vibes!!

He’s the kind of boyfriend to show his love by joking A LOT with you, with lots of teasing, playful name calling, and overall just rough housing.

There was definitely a moment where yall took roughhousing too far and you got bopped in the nose. Hyuk couldn’t bare to look you in the face after the many times you said you were fine.

Hyuk’s nicknames would include

Lemon cardboard Homie, Baby, Babe, Big head, DEFINITELY Megatron just to fuck with you

Hyuk’s kisses would be goofy and just kind of smiley, and maybe even a little sloppy. As in, he would be gently holding your face in his hands, but would be smiling or laughing as he tries to kiss you because he is just so unbelievably happy. This causes the kisses to definitely not be perfect, but they’re just filled with so much happiness that you can’t help but smile or laugh with him.

Just like Hyun, there isn’t a lot of PDA. Not because he’s self-conscious, mainly because he feels like you know how much he actually loves you without having to be too touchy in front of everyone. If you just so happen to want a kiss or maybe just hold hands, he’s all up for it. Just make sure to ask otherwise he will have no clue what you want.

Dates would include going to the arcade!! DEFINITELY would drag you over to that dancing game just to have an excuse to be closer to you!

Another date idea would just be 1 am trips to 7/11 and grabbing a slushee and your favorite snack, and maybe going to a remote area and laying on the hood of your car and go stargazing.

When it comes to dating Hyuk, you also gotta care for his sister. They are a PACKAGE DEAL. He understands that it’s a big responsibility to dump onto someone, but he’s responsible for her well-being. So if you don’t like her, that’s the ultimate deal breaker for Hyuk. If that’s not the case, he’ll be happy to see you two getting along.

Being a surrogate father for someone who was so young really puts a damper on your mentality. So just show your support for him, whether it be big or small. If you are quick to befriend Eun, his heart will warm at the sight of the two people he loves most enjoying each other’s company.

Ihyun Jo

Ihyun gives me very flirty/romantic boyfriend vibes. I say this due to his two personalities, which include his chaotic and more gentler side. I can see him being very flirty with an SO, that showers them in pick up lines that could make your face go red while also being sincerely romantic, enough to make you swoon from how sweet he’s being.

He’s the kind of boyfriend to hold your face in his hands, and gently cover your face in kisses or just stare lovingly into your eyes. This would also include whispering flirtatious comments in your ear, just to see you embarrassed from his words and make you blush.

With his flirty side, I can definitely see him as bit possessive, which can include possessive touches such as putting his hand on your waist or gently grabbing your chin to look at him when you look away.

Ihyun’s nicknames would include

Baby, hot stuff, princess/prince, Angel, wifey/hubby

Ihyun’s kisses can go two different ways depending on his current mood. The 1st way is sweet and sincere, where his kisses are soft and filled with such warmth and love. This creates such a loving feeling, where he carefully holds your face in his hands and treats you with gentleness. The 2nd way is his kisses feeling lustful, and a little rough. Though, this only means his kisses are firey and more passionate, holding you close by your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck.

DEFINITELY PDA. He is VERY touchy. Not in a way to make others around you uncomfortable, but more like he always has to be touching you in some way to ground himself. This includes hand holding, putting a hand on your waist or around your neck. When it’s just you two, it’s almost like he’s a second shadow, always carding a hand through your hair or just hugging you and resting his chin atop your head.

In more normal settings, I can definitely see him taking you out on the classic amusement park date. I’m talking rollercoasters, obviously rigged carnival games, cotton candy, and of course, the classic Ferris wheel ride.

Of course, I gotta throw in a classic beach date too. He is DEFINITELY the type of boyfriend to throw you into the sea, ONLY IF YOU ARE OKAY WITH IT AND CAN SWIM THO. If not, he is totally cool with just annoying you by splashing, or just overall being a general nuisance. Definitely has a soft spot for building sand castles with you :)

He may have the occasional sarcastic comment to share or just be annoying just to bug you, but he really does love you. He knows having MPD makes things harder in a relationship, but he appreciates you helping him when it comes to medication, episodes, and other ailments that occur. If there are types when he feels sad, he would love nothing more than to just lay on the couch, and rest his head in your lap as you run your hand through his hair.

Jayhun

Jayhun DEFINITELY strikes me as a SOFT BOYFRIEND. An ANGEL BOYFRIEND. A man you can DEPEND on. HUSBAND MATERIAL.

When I say soft, I mean he just absolutely SHOWERS you in love. You NEVER go a day without at least one hug or kiss, because he wants you to know how much he truly loves you. He’s the kind of boyfriend to do classic, gentlemanly things such as open doors for you, sit you down and scoot your chair in for you, and overall just be a sweetheart.

His dates would most likely be more domestic. I could definitely see him as doing the classic at home dinner date, being in the kitchen and cooking your favorite food, or if you like going out to eat more, definitely a restaurant on the nicer side. Being a teacher can leave him a bit busy sometimes, so he’s not opposed to just ordering take out, putting on a movie, and just enjoying your company as you lean against him. :)

Jayhun’s nicknames include

Sweetheart, honey, darling, love, angel

Jayhun’s kisses are the epitome of sweet and warm. Of course, he would only kiss you if he asked and made sure you were okay with it. If you said yes, he would make sure to hold you close, whether it be gently holding your face in his hands, or just placing his hands on your hips, he makes sure to put all his love into each kiss.

When it comes to PDA, he definitely strikes me as old fashioned. You know those elderly couples that have been married for 50+ years and STILL act like they’re in their honeymoon phase? That’s you and Jayhun. Kisses on the cheek, hand holding, brushing hair out of your face, and just staring at you with so much love that catching him can make you feel how strong his love is for you.

There are times when he’s forgotten to take lunch, so being the greatest SO ever, you make sure to bring it to him at school. His students LOVE YOU. They can’t believe their teacher bagged someone as great as you, and constantly bug Jayhun about you and when you’ll come visit again. They have a bet on how long it will take to get him to propose.

A bouquet of your favorite flowers, your favorite candies, and even just writing little sticky notes in places you see them before he goes to work, he just wants you to know he will always love and appreciate you no matter what.

I want to say that because of his religion, he kinda hopes you share the same beliefs as him. However, he is not opposed if you don’t, he still loves you all the same. In fact, if you follow a totally different religion, I feel like he would be interested in learning what your practices are, and how he could make you feel more welcomed during your relationship. 💕

Wook Pyeon

“My boyfriend can kick your ass” HELLA vibes from this man.

When I say this, I mean he’s very protective of you, and is even afraid to be in your presence half the time due to his height and build. He’s the kind of boyfriend to benchpress you for a work out, but also the kind of boyfriend to get flustered when you kiss his forehead.

There’s no fuckin way you could reach his height unless you’re THAT TALL, but if you do, he’s more likely to be less careful around you, and be more willing to hold you close to him and not be afraid of accidentally hurting you. If you’re a SHORTY?? Like me then this poor man is on pins and needles. Even if you’re tough, this man is afraid of hurting you and will never forgive himself if his elbow whacked you in the forehead.

Shorty protector

Dates with Wook Pyeon consist of constantly patching him up when he’s injured. Seriously, does this man never have a bruise on his body? If he’s not injured, he’s definitely stressed or very tense, and would not be opposed to taking a warm bath with you. Not even to have sex, but more just to make your hair into a giant spike with soap, or have bubble beards that leave you holding your stomachs from laughter. Just wholesome goofing off. :)

Wook’s nicknames would include

Honey, baby, babe, sweetheart, *shorter rendition of your name*, little shit (If you’re a menace to him constantly)

I feel like this man’s kisses can vary. Though the one thing they have in common, is that he makes sure that you know that he loves you. They can range from quick “Gotta go to work” kisses, to kisses that make you melt from the amount of love you feel from them. Even if maybe that moment you two have fought and he suddenly has to go, and if you’ll let him of course, he’ll make sure to give you the sweetest kiss he can muster. Dealing with criminals can be dangerous, and he would never want to go to work and have something happen, knowing you both left angry at one another.

PDA for him is hesitant. It’s not that he doesn’t like it, but he gets very shy and flustered about it. If you hold his hand while he’s talking to someone, his brain will start to malfunction and his face will slowly turn a shade of pink. This includes kisses anywhere on his face, or just a small kiss to his knuckles while holding his hand. In other words, for a big guy like himself, he is quite timid when it comes to initiating PDA.

He may be a little rough around the edges, but he tries his best to be romantic. Though, he tends to do it in more smaller ways. Working in the police force has unreasonable hours, so lots of little sticky notes around the house with cute love notes, little heart doodles, and just overall tiny reminders are his love language, or just making you a quick breakfast and storing it for later before leaving to work.

When he gets laid off, please do your best not to be angry with him. If it turns out he was the only one to be bringing money on the table for your own reasons, he would be so disappointed in himself for not being able to support you. If it turns out he now has to rely on you and your job, he would feel as if he’s a leech while you work harder until he can find a new source of income, so please reassure him that everything will be alright.

He of course, will do his own fair share of chores around the house in order to relieve the work load off of you.

When it comes to smoking, that is definitely a problem. Even if you don’t mind it, secondhand smoking can greatly affect your health as well. If you are an asthmatic, he definitely will try to quit for you. Even if you aren’t, it eventually dawns on him that his smoking is slowly hurting you, and doesn’t want you to be breathing that gunk in. It will be a hard journey, but just support him and keep him in check for the transition, and he’ll do his best to keep you happy and out of harm’s way.

[leasboyfriend]

i said i was gonna do an ask game for oichi and motochika today, and i am delivering

polycule selfship asks (not answering all of them bc there were a lot and i have to go to bed 😅)

pink dawn: was your ship always a polycule? if it wasn’t, why did you decide to add in another character? when did you decide it was time to add in another character?

Ooc answer: it’s a polycule bc how could anyone expect me to choose between them? I love them both so much and while those feelings might have laid dormant for like a decade, the minute I saw them again they came rushing back

quiet dusk: what time does everyone go to bed? does everyone get to bed at the same time, or does someone hop into bed earlier than someone else?

If it’s during peacetime, we go to bed more or less at the same time. Otherwise, someone is probably helping take watch or some other task so we just sleep when we can

rainy morning: what’s the order that everyone wakes up, from earliest to latest? feel free to include times too, if you know them!

Usually, I’m the earliest and Oichi is the latest

friendship bracelets: how well do you all typically get along? has it always been like this, or did your f/os have to adjust to each other’s presence?

I had the benefit of knowing them both for years individually, but Motochika and Oichi had to adjust to each other. They only knew of each other by reputation; Oichi as the Demon Queen from being related to Oda, and Motochika as a pirate and the Demon of the Western Sea. They’re also complete opposites in a lot of ways. Motochika is loud and used to taking charge, while Oichi is very soft-spoken and used to being in the background. They become friends eventually, but they’re really awkward around each other for a long time.

pretty personality: do your f/os act differently around you than they do in canon? (ex: they have better morals, or they are more/less talkative) if so, how?

Motochika isn’t too different, just dial the protectiveness up a bit and add a little bit of pda. When we’re alone, he lets himself be more vulnerable than he would normally.

Oichi is more obvious. She’s nowhere near as melancholic and she’s much more talkative.

creativity: what are some headcanons you have for your f/os?

Motochika is a very good engineer. The machinery he uses in game are all his ideas, and he’s very active in the design and building of them.

Oichi writes her own poetry and has a knack for identifying various plants.

ferris wheel: say you all got to go to the carnival/fair one day, how does it go? is there anyone who refuses to ride anything deemed ‘scary’? is there someone who’s a ride fanatic? what about carnival games?

(modern!au) Motochika and I are both ride fanatics. Oichi is more timid. She won’t ride most of the scary rides, but she will go on the slow and gentle ones. I am awful at carnival games and refuse to play them. Motochika is a show off and tries to win the bigger prizes. Sometimes he wins, sometimes he doesn’t. Oichi will play them, but she’s not too great either. (Occasionally, she cheats and uses the shadow hands to win so she can give me the prize). Somehow, Oichi always ends up being the one holding the plushies, regardless of who won it. Don’t bother asking for it back, she’s not letting go.

popcorn: it’s movie night! what do you all watch? is more time spent on deciding on a movie compared to watching said movie? what genre is the movie, and have any of you seen it before? who falls asleep before the movie’s over?

(modern!au) Way more time is spent choosing a movie than watching it 😂 Oichi likes horror movies, Motochika likes action movies, and I like sci-fi so we fight over what to watch. Oichi and I don’t tend to rewatch movies so if we choose then it’s probably something no one has seen before. Motochika will rewatch things so if he chooses there’s a 50/50 chance he’s already seen it. If someone falls asleep, it’s definitely going to be Oichi

muffled summary: explain your polycule badly (like how you’d explain movie plots badly). bonus points for the more insane it sounds.

The demon of your dreams isn’t single, but that’s ok because the pirate of your dreams is. (You still miss the demon tho) Years later, the demon has become a widow and pirate husband encourages you to shoot your shot

rainbow: everyone’s favorite color(s)!

Asgdsjhd if u get something purple you’re safe

Motochika: Purple and Pink

Oichi: Purple and Black

Space: Purple and Green

protection: who’s protecting who? is there one universal protector of the group, or do you all look out for each other?

 We all look out for each other (Motochika is the loudest about it)

[outsiderslamb]

Maybe please get Stevebit at the carnival and smooches and giggles and 🥺 pleaseeeee ilysm you don’t understand ahhhh no rush at all *floof your hair*!🙏

CAS THIS TOOK ME SO LONG I’M SO SORRY!!

Carnivals

Steve-bit, fluff & mild angst

Bittersweet, unrequited(?) love, ambiguous ending

As he stared, chewing absentmindedly on a candied apple, the saturated colors of the tents, flashes of light of the signs, and blurs of motion from the rides of the carnival slowly blended into nothing but a multi-colored blur in the background of his thoughts; but he could see every detail of Steve perfectly, like the way the candy coating the apple dripped from his plump lips as it melted in the sun and stuck to his teeth. Two-bit felt his heart start to race as thoughts of kissing the sticky mess right off filled his head.

He was shaken from his thoughts by a hard nudge in the ribs from Steve.

"Hey, get a load of the kid," Steve said, a smirk playing the lips Two-bit had just been admiring.

"Which kid?" Two-bit asked, his head still fuzzy from the warm thoughts swimming around up there.

Steve raised an eyebrow at him, then reached out and grabbed Two-bit's chin with his hand, turning his head to look over by a concession stand; where one Ponyboy Curtis was talking to a girl who looked to be at least eighteen years old.

Two-bit shrugged, he remembered being fourteen once and in love with every pretty lady that walked by. For all he knew the kid was dipping his toes in the art of flirting, and even though that would probably only result in a condescending smile and a pat on the head, it was still nice to see little Pony following in his big brother's footsteps.

But Steve didn't seem to share this sentiment.

In fact, the seventeen-year-old stood up from his seat so fast that Two-bit nearly fell out of the cheap plastic chair he was resting on, and marched right over to the flirting senior and the awkwardly giggling freshmen.

As Two-bit jumped up to follow, quickly thinking of something he could say to diffuse the situation, Steve had shoved himself in-between a now sputtering Ponyboy and a pissed-off woman.

"Lanie, he's a fucking kid!" Steve snarled, reaching his arm out to tuck Ponyboy safely behind him as if he were protecting the kid from a stabber.

Lanie rolled her eyes, "Calm your ass down, Steve," she was dressed rather conservatively despite the weather, which was usual for her.

Two-bit remembered that she helped him cheat on an English test a few months ago, as he was held back and she'd already graduated; while they weren't good friends, he didn't want to believe she would purposefully try to creep on Ponyboy.

"Hey, Steve-O, Lanie didn't mean nothing by it," Two-bit tried to defend, standing by Lanie, "You didn't even hear what they said."

Pony finally piped up, "It wasn't anything bad, I promise! She was just saying I look like Sodapop," he awkwardly was shifting his feet around, face flushed and looking a little guilty.

Steve huffed, he didn't seem satisfied, but that wasn't an uncommon thing for people to tell Ponyboy.

Lanie seemed annoyed. "Are you his parents now? Honestly, Steve, you aren't a knight in shining armor, just mind your damn business for once."

Steve balled his fists, "It is my business if I think a little kid is gonna get preyed on by some old hag!"

"JESUS CHRIST, ALL THEY DID WAS TALK!" Two-bit finally snapped, at his wits end with the stupid conversation. He liked Steve, he really truly did, but sometimes his protective nature was overbearing.

Steve looked at Two-bit, a little shocked. Two-bit flinched at how hurt he looked. He opened his mouth to say something, then seemed to decide against it. Jamming his fists into his pockets he stepped down.

"Ponyboy, stay with us," Steve said as Pony started to wander off after Lanie left.

Pony groaned. "Steve I'm old enough to be on my own, c'mon!"

Two-bit gave Steve a quick nudge. "Hey, hey, let the kid go, he's fine on his own."

Steve looked like he wanted to argue, but clearly not wanting a repeat of what just happened he shrugged. "Fine. But don't talk to strangers." he conceded.

Ponyboy smiled at Two-bit, and Two-bit shot him a wink, then he ran off to go get into trouble somewhere else.

Two-bit sighed and looked beside him at Steve. "Hey, now. what was that about?" he asked softly, remembering that Steve had a similar outburst over Sylvia talking to Johnny, only that time he threatened to get violent.

Steve shook his head, scrunching up his nose like he always did when he was uncomfortable. "I just... I just don't want him getting hurt." was all he said, and Two-bit knew he wasn't going to get any more out of him.

Two-bit wasn't good with touchy-feely shit, never had been and probably never would be, but what he lacked in ability to dig to the root of the problem he more than made up for in ability to distract from the pain.

"Soooo, wanna go hunt some action?" he asked with a hearty chuckle, savoring the smile that got from Steve.

"Yeah, yeah I do." Steve said.

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The park would close after midnight, but right now, the sky was filled with a bright orange glow, turning the trees on the horizon to inky shadows. Two-bit didn't stop to admire though, he just ran beside Steve through the crowd away from the clerk they had antagonized into chasing them.

It was fair, in Two-bit's opinion, seeing as the guy had taunted them over losing a rigged game. But unfortunately, the chase ended early when the clerk decided he didn't want to chase anymore and went back to his job. That sucked, Two-bit was hoping there'd be a fight.

"God, I'm beat." Steve said, stretching his arms out, nearly making Two-bit drool as he watched the way they flexed. "Wanna do something more relaxing before we head back?"

Two-bit's nodded as he gestured to the Ferris wheel, "We could rest up there, maybe we can scout out the others from the height." He said.

Steve's eyes got wide when he saw just how tall it was. "Are you sure?" He asked, taking a step back as though intimidated.

Two-bit cocked a rusty brow, watching Steve avert his eyes from the ferris wheel. “Ya good?” He asked, breaking the brief silence.

Steve nodded jerkily, his dark hair bouncing. “Yeah! No worries! I just don’t wanna lose my lunch.” He said, waving a hand dismissively.

Two-bit smirked, shaking his head, “Alright, whatever you say.”

After walking together in silence for a little while, they found a nice place in the grass to sit and watch the sun sink below the tree line. It was in between the space of two rides that had already shut down for the evening, so there was plenty of privacy. As the buildings they were sat in between turned black in the growing darkness, the sky turned gold.

Steve shivered from where he sat cross-legged on the grass, his denim vest doing nothing against the cold chill, so Two-bit draped his leather jacket over the other boy’s shoulder’s gently, basking in the red flush that came across his cheeks.

“Sooo,” Two-bit began as Steve tiredly leaned against him, “What was that back there? You wanna tell me now?”

He tensed as he waited for Steve response, feeling the boy’s muscles tighten at the question.

“I just... Don’t want Ponyboy getting hurt.” Steve said softly.

Two-bit considered prying, after all, Steve had threatened Sylvia when he thought she was attempting to harass Johnny (a mistake that left Steve terrified of the girl), but the way Steve’s body went taut and he bit down into his lips made Two-bit’s heart break a little. Even if it meant getting into the root of the problem, he didn’t want his friend to be hurting like that.

The silence grew from tense to comfortable as the pair leaned against each other, no words needing to be spoken. When Two-bit was about to ask if they should start looking for the others, he heard the gentle sound of snoring from Steve.

Two-bit woke him up, of course, but not before pressing a tiny kiss to his cloud of dark hair.

[soukokuwu]

hello! could you write some fluffy headcanons&scenario with Chuuya and Mafia executive!Reader who is innocent, dumbass and cute girl (she is shorter about 1 cm than Chuuya) maybe a date and spending time with each other after the romantic date?? slight nsfw is welcome lol

NAKAHARA CHUUYA

➢ fluff & slight nsfw (chuuya x exec!reader)

➢ hello anon! thank you so much for requesting! hope you find these to your liking! i put the drabble under the cut— sorry if you wanted something longer, please let me know! 🌻✨

➢ you are very much welcome to request more because i appreciate your support very much still 🤍

➭ dubs you his ‘partner in crime’ all the time

➭ habitually shuffles beside you to make sure you’re not growing any taller than him

➭ thanks other gods you’re still that single cm shorter than him (not that he’d mind it much he’s just grateful you can’t call him ‘chibi’)

➭ super protective of you, doesn’t let anyone hurt you if he can help it

➭ “how the heck did you even become an executive?” because goddamn you’re such a klutz and your methods are so ridiculous Chuuya can hardly believe it sometimes

➭ but then you whip out the charm and he realises why Mori made you an executive

➭ finds it so weird that you can only activate that charm on missions, outside of it you’re a total goofball. he loves it even though he always teases you about it

➭ initiates the handholding and any touchy-feely activities, always so satisfied when he sees you all flustered

➭ always comes prepared for dates, your favourite flowers or reciting a cheesy line from your favourite show; as long as it’s sweet, you name it, he’ll think of it

➭ so whipped for you, gets you anything you want whenever you go on dates, you don’t even have to ask for it

➭ catches you staring at a stuffed toy? he buys. need new shoes? no problem. eyeing a 42” flat screen plasma tv? psh, it’s got nothing on his wallet.

➭ from then on you just try not to look at anything if not your apartment would be absolutely cluttered

➭ loves taking you to arcades and festivals and the like, pretty much anything that can remind you of childhood innocence

➭ ah, cue the friendly banter— you guys get a little competitive over the games

➭ “ha, I have better aim than you, loser~” you always chant that, not knowing your victory is because he lets you win

➭ when it comes to bedroom affairs, he’s not surprised that you’re a total vanilla

➭ he’s more adventurous, also loves the way you are a nervous mess when trying new things. given that you know next to nothing about these kinks, he has to teach you about them himself

➭ ahem *cue professor-chuuya-in-the-bedroom mode*

➭ boy, the first night he taught you about bdsm you would probably never forget, t’was wild

➭ the night always ends with him cuddling you until you fall asleep, with him stroking your hair and lulling you into rest with his gentle voice

Nakahara Chuuya was a devilishly handsome man and he always only had one ambition: to serve under Mori Ougai and protect Yokohama.

Now he had one more reason why he wanted to protect the city: you.

Golden starlight dusted over buildings, the city lights glimmering against the deep blue of the sky. As he walked by the bay, hands intertwined with yours, the corner of his lips curled into a smile. Your cheeks were flushed red and your vacant eyes were looking ahead at nothing in particular.

“What’re you thinking about?” Chuuya questioned, head tilted slightly to the side in curiosity.

“About where to put this giant teddy bear,” you told him, squeezing the stuffed toy as you continue walking along.

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. By now it was a tradition that you’d go home with the biggest prize from winning a game, be it from the carnival or the arcade. It was a very fitting way for the two of you to release all the pent up stress from work.

Thunder clapped in the sky and the raindrops started pouring down. Chuuya cursed under his breath, he didn’t anticipate the current downpour, having been distracted by you. He swiftly enveloped you with his body and ran to the nearest shelter, trying to shield you from as much of the rain as possible.

A short car ride later, he flings open the mahogany doors to your apartment, the familiar scent of your lemony air freshener filling his nostrils. Chuuya wouldn’t usually be so rough but you were shivering from the cold, having been more drenched from the rain than he thought.

He had you in a bridal hug, the stuffed brown bear nearly blocking his entire vision. Somehow he managed to get you to your bathroom, flinging the doll to the side after setting you down on the edge of the bathtub.

“Here,” the redhead held out a set of clean clothes after rummaging through your drawers.

Chuuya took a second glance at you, your hair a wet mess and your sheer white shirt sticking to your skin. Tonight was almost perfect, no hitch in the romance until the rain came pelting down. But he could think of one way to save the night.

The next second Chuuya’s hand was at the back of your neck, pulling your head towards him, his lips crashing down onto yours. Your hands gripped onto the bathtub to try and steady yourself while his free hand fiddled with your shirt buttons, easily prying them open. He could feel your heart beating strongly in your chest.

How cute, even after all this time you still get nervous whenever I touch you.

“How about we shower together tonight?” Chuuya whispered against your lips, knowing full well he couldn’t control himself any longer.

For a second you pulled away, eyes still shut in anticipation. “Wait, can we do this in here?” you asked. He didn’t even have to ask you to know you were thinking it would be a little slippery for all that, but that’s also where his ability would come in handy. He’d always make sure you wouldn’t get hurt.

Chuuya chuckled as he carried you up, your legs wrapped around his waist, his erection hard against your crotch. “My innocent little princess,” he murmured as he brought you into the shower, turning on the shower head.

The water hardly made a difference to your already drenched clothes, but he knew a little dirtiness crept into your thoughts as you watched the water dampen his striking orange hair, your teeth biting down on your lower lip.

“Let me teach you another thing or two tonight.”

[caprina-mints]

Hey. Can I have a headcannon where (Eyeless jack, Laughing Jack, Jane, Liu, Masky) seeing their s/o Masturbating. Lol not sorry

Anonymous Asked : Hey, I have a headcannon with (eyeless jack, masky, Nina, liu, Toby) seeing there s/o hitting there meat?. Ya know like master-bastion. Sorry if this seem pretty fuck up.

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So I got two Asks for the same topic and Decided to Just Merge Everything Up in One post! :D I Hope you'll Enjoy It!

Catching Their s/o Masturbating :

Eyeless Jack :

❧ This had been going on for awhile

❧ And by 'that' it means you have been feeling aroused abnormally for some reason.

❧ You're starting to think Jack's Demon Thingy is rubbing off on you.

❧ He wasn't home one time and you just couldn't take it anymore.

❧ You ended up on your bed squirming and moaning his name.

❧ With two of your fingers inside you pumping in and out in a steady pace.

❧ You underestimated Jack's Demon abilities because he could hear your moans miles away from the mansion.

❧ When he heard his name escape your sweet plump lips he immediately finished the Job and came home as fast as he could.

❧ His ears picked up on every dirty noise you made and it made him hold back a growl.

❧ He didn't barge in immediately though.

❧ He peeked through the door and saw your figure on the bed and the expression on your face made it obvious of how needy you were for him.

❧ The moment you moaned out his name again he didn't hesitate to barge in and lock the doors once he was inside.

❧ You were embarrassed and surprised your face was flushed red.

❧ Your actions came to a halt your fingers still inside you.

❧ this demon boi is really fast when it comes to you though.

❧ You just took your eyes away from him for 2 seconds and he was gone.

❧ He was already right behind you purring grabbing your hand and he guided your fingers , continuing to pump in and out of your slick covered hole with his guidance.

❧ " Tsk. Teasing me in the middle of a Job, Naughty princess. I think I spoiled you too much but all you had to do was ask~ and I'll gladly spread your legs open and shove my cock in and out of you"

❧ You threw your head back mewling when he added his own long and slender finger inside you.

❧ " Don't worry princess I'll fuck you so good you'll never be needy for a week~ "

Laughing Jack :

❋ This fucking clown had been toying with you since the very beginning.

❋ He invited everyone to his carnival for the day

❋ And he had been teasing you since the very beginning, From gentle caresses to harsh and rough gropes . And don't even get me started on how he starts dirty talking you while everyone else was standing there so unaware.

❋ The worst part? He had given you a candy to 'suck' on and that candy was laced with some sort of aphrodisiac and you were foolish enough to eat that candy.

❋ You knew this clown had something up his sleeves when he started laughing like a maniac when you arrived

❋ You were blinded with desire and want for him and just imagining how good he could eat you out made you wet.

❋ You were desperate but you still stood your ground because of that little something called pride. Yeah you had it in you but right now you definitely need something in you.

❋ You were slightly dizzy because if suppressing it for too long and your body felt so hot. Your face was red and you were unconsciously rubbing your thighs together..

❋ That clown was enjoying the show.

❋ Fuck him...

❋ But most especially you wanted him to fuck you right now.

❋ ' Beg ' he whispered and you were having none of it. Being the stubborn person you are.

❋ So you immediately found your way to the bathroom where you immediately took off your pants and started doing the deed.

❋ Moaning and panting you began to fasten your pace while adding another digit at the same time imagining L.J's tongue swirl inside your squelching pussy.

❋ Unbeknownst to you that a monochrome clown had followed you inside and was watching you from the shadows.

❋ " Well you seem to be enjoying yourself Baby Sweets~ if you only begged for me to give it to you you wouldn't have suffered "

❋ Ah yes the annoying clown who led you to this mess in the first place.

❋ apparently the drug was strong and your mind began to feel fuzzy.

❋ " A-ah~ Please~ I want you"

❋ With those simple words your hand was pushed back and L.J had already spread your legs wide open his long tongue dragging itself along your wet clit which earned him a desperate and shaky moan from you.

❋ " Sit tight Baby Sweets, I haven't eaten yet and you're my main course~"

Liu :

❦ Oh well this Half Sweet Half Asshole Boy of yours was always out on missions and For the past Week he was barely home.

❦ Which Left You Needy and desperate for him.

❦ You Tried Reaching Out to Him, Grabbing his attention in every way you could.

❦ But he's either and idiot or just innocently oblivious.

❦ The last attempt was made and Of Course Liu was unaware bit you knew full well that Sully was aware.

❦ so You gave up and let him have his way.

❦ One night however you couldn't sleep and needed something to Tire you out.

❦ That was when you remembered a gift your annoying cousin gifted you as a joke.

A dildo.

❦ So why not use it?

❦ That's exactly what you Did.

❦ Arching your back as you muffled your moans with the piece of clothing you gagged yourself with as the silicon material pumped in and out of your slick covered pussy at the same time imagining it was Liu.

❦ You didn't know you needed it this much.

❦ Your other hand groping and touching your breast as you bucked your hips on the silicon material deep inside you.

❦ You never notice your Oblivious Pudding had arrived long ago watching your every move.

❦ You didn't notice him so he took it offensively thinking you ignore him.

❦ So he took the initiative this Time.

❦ You didn't get to react when the dildo was yanked away from you and a future bigger than yours hovered over you with fierce eyes and an aroused expression.

❦ " You have me and you're using a Toy to Satisfy you? "

❦ He growled out and you knew it was a combination of Liu and Sully because of the mix of two voices.

❦ The nerve he had when he said that. You had been asking him to for awhile. Wow he's an idiot.

❦ You didn't answer him and he didn't take that lightly.

❦ he pushed his still clothed and hardened cock onto your dripping pussy making you Gasp and look down.

❦ " I'll make sure you're never using another Toy when I'm done with you... You'll only crave my Dick "

Jane :

❆ You and Jane had a small misunderstanding but it led to an argument which caused you two to ignore each other's existence for the past few days.

❆ You unfortunately made the mistake to Side with Jeff on what's more delicious Ketchup or Mustard.

❆ She didn't appreciate that because she was expecting you to take her side and she never thought you'd actually side with her most hated enemy.

❆ She was extremely Offended and pushed out on you to which you responded calmly with every word she threw even though it was a bit harsh.

❆ You felt lonely and empty without her. You did everything with her and now you miss her so much it actually led you to being sexually frustrated.

❆ You were in your room Playing with yourself your imagination going wild.

❆ You didn't think Jane would actually Barge in on you while muttering an apology but seeing you like that.

❆ well it was a big turn on for her.

❆ She was a bit surprised to because she never took you as someone who would masturbate.

❆ You were speechless and horny at the same time you were so conflicted with your emotions you didn't notice Jane climbing on your lap smirking down on you.

❆ " If I knew this would be a sight I'd be welcomed with I would have came here earlier~ "

Nina :

▶ You and Nina have been dating for a year and well.. You never did have sex because you didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable.

▶ You were also high key jealous of how much she likes smile child... Mostly known as Jeff.

▶ You never brought up sex with her because you were a bit shy to ask.

▶ But as you observed Nina was oblivious and she sometimes does stuff to make you horny without even trying.

▶ She'd Bend down right in front of you or when you're in the same room together she'd walk out half naked or with nothing at all.

▶ Honestly you try to purify yourself with these unholy thoughts as much as you could but day by day it gets worst and your desire for her growing stronger.

▶ You couldn't handle it anymore so it had you seated on your bed Using Your Hands to Satisfy You moaning her name having one if her shirts beside you.

▶ You were close but Nina being Nina came in at the most unfortunate Time.

▶ You couldn't force anything out of your mouth and she was staring at you for awhile before locking the door and stripping each piece of clothing on her one by one.

▶ once she was on top of you she was completely bare and her smirk was growing wider.

▶ " Finally a Good Reason To Fuck You ~"

Toby :

♗ well let's just say you have a high sexual drive .

♗ Of course You and him had sex more than one time and you'd be lying if you said you didn't savor every inch of this boy.

♗ You love how you can Have him acting like a shy kitten at first but He could immediately dominate your ass the minute he'd snap and growl.

♗ But Your high sexual drive is something you'd keep to yourself for one reason. You didn't want to have him thinking negatively about you and it might scare him.

♗ so When you're feeling yo for it your usually licked in your room watching Porn while fingering yourself endlessly.

♗ That's exactly what you're doing Now. Your fingers inside your pussy feeling the warmth of your walls while moaning his name out loud.

♗ You didn't even hold back your moans anymore and you knew he'd be back after a few hours.

♗ You Never expected to see him walk out of your closest his fingers wrapped around his shaft jerking himself off whole watching your figure freeze in place.

♗ " I-I was t-thinking of s-urprising you but it looks like I-I was t-he one w-who g-got s-s-urprised...B-Babe W-watching you t-ouch y-ourself b-ecause of me turns m-me on but I'd rather have you r-ride my dick until you start s-screaming"

♗ He picked you up from your position on your chair and he sat there himself with you straddling him your folds coming in contact with His hardened Tip smeared with Precum mixed with your slick.

♗ You're definitely Getting a Lot of Fucks starting now.

Masky :

✵ Your Boyfriend was a natural born asshole and the two of you often make bets. But this time you Lost Big time.

✵ You were unfortunate enough to get a dare from Masky that can have your toes curling.

✵ 5 Hours of Having a Vibrator inside you was bad... Having two vibrators on both your holes was terrible.

✵ You Could barely make a straight face and Masky was holding the switch.

✵ He would purposely turn it to maximum if you were talking to someone and you couldn't even make one single sentence without groaning, stuttering or whimpering.

✵ You couldn't walk straight or even Think straight.

✵ When you two are seated tiger he'd turn it to Maximum and Have his dirty hands squeezing your thighs with that dumb arrogant smirk on his face.

✵ He kept it on Maximum for the past hour and you couldn't count how many times you came and how sensitive you are you could feel how wet you are through your thick pants and you had to run back to your room.

✵ You pulled out both of the Vibrators but somehow you wanted more. Your hand trailing down and two of your fingers rubbing your clit before inserting two digits inside you which slid inside easily because of how wet you were .

✵ You couldn't stop and you needed That Asshole of yours... Also known as Masky.

✵ Speaking of the Devil he strode inside your room like he owned the place and from the looks of it he had been watching you from the start.

✵ " F-uck you Masky "

✵ He chuckled taking off his mask as well as his jacket " I think the correct term for that is Fuck Me Masky "

✵ He grabbed you by your throat before devouring your lips with his ripping off your top and placing both of your legs on each side of his shoulders.

✵ " I bet I can make you cum twice in a row Baby now Be good and stop cursing at me because that will undoubtedly piss me off and urge me to ram my cock so deep inside you, you'll see stars and your legs will start shaking"

[lockedstuck]

moving your mouth to pull out all your miracles

April 2021 - Gamzee Makara

You don’t like the way your thoughts proceed on halo, helldog, or haloperidol, or whatever Karbro calls it. After you take it, the world feels blunt, impersonal, and grayscale, like you’re a motherfucking puppet with a head full of straw. Your brother used to love a poem about that, about some guys with straw heads, but mostly about the world ending.

Kurloz liked a lot of motherfucking things before he did nine months in Rikers for cocaine distribution. Originally it was only supposed to be six months, but he got into a fight and got three months added on. When he got out, he was thoughtful and quiet, even a word of acknowledgment seemingly beyond him. You’ll be damned if that ever happens to you, if you let the system hollow you out until you can’t express the simplest serendipity.

Right now you’re sketching your friends, quick sketches with the charcoal set Dr. Levin brought you. One of Karkat having a rare smile for June, one of Sollux and Roxy talking about programming, one of Dr. V addressing the group about healthy coping mechanisms, and one of Porrim braiding Calliope’s hair. You always feel more like yourself when you’re sketching or painting. Fewer thoughts in your head to get jangle-tangled together and create nonsense. You can keep your miracles straight this way.

You’re cool. You’re easy. You’re loose. No snapped strings, heads full of straw, or blasphemies here, no motherfucking way. The ativan caravan marches through your head, sings your sharp edges to sleep. Nurse Dolores knows what’s up, she only makes you take the medications you want to take. Your cognition flies free, like birds in a breeze, a calm going on between your ears.

Roxy turns and grins at you, her face pale as the moon against her dark hoodie and darker lipstick. She has a smile all her own, a knowing smile like the two of you are in on the greatest secret in the world. You wish you knew precisely what that was about, but everyone has their own internal workings. You can’t know and fix everything about everyone all the time. That’s what you were trying to explain to Sollux last night.

He’s a good guy, but he takes too much on. Same for Karkat. They take on everyone’s issues and make them their own. Only the mirthful messiahs should be able to do so much; humans like trying that hard is a minor sacrilege. If the pair of them would just stick to themselves, maybe they wouldn’t be so sick. You’ll fold more flowers for them - paper flowers that banish repetitive, ruminating thoughts.

You like Roxy a lot, though. She dances through each emotion in its totality, riding the waves of her feelings without fear. Okay, maybe not fearlessly, but with more abandon than you would expect. When she looks at you, you feel warmth all the way to your core, the way you are when you’re about to fall asleep all curled up in your sheets.

Speaking of sleep, Dr. V says that if you keep sleeping through the night, and keep what he calls “disruptive outbursts” about the Dark Carnival to a minimum, maybe you’ll get discharged in a couple of weeks. You’re not exactly in any rush to go home. Home means having to fend for yourself, and fewer friends to keep you in good spirits. Besides, Kurloz is home, and for all that he may be your brother, he gives off bad motherfucking vibes. You wish he’d be easy, like old times, but those days are a long way off.

You remember when you used to be able to relax at home. Relax, smoke a joint, sell an eighth or two, and have dinner without having to fend off your brother’s brooding.

Karkat takes the seat next to you, and you clap him on the back. Physical contact may be discouraged here, but there’re no narcs around to encourage law and order at the moment. You think a support team got dispatched to address Feferi wandering around with no clothes on again.

“What’s up?” Karkat asks.

He nevertheless looks preoccupied and far away. That’s unfortunate.

You take another folded flower out of your pocket and hand it to him.

“There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray, love, remember; and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts,” you recall from a play you had to read in AP English a couple years ago. You can’t exactly remember what the play’s about, but stray lines here and there stick out to you like a sore thumb. Except neither of your actual thumbs are sore.

“That’s from Hamlet, isn’t it?” Karkat asks, shaking his head at you. “What’re you, the bard of 3 East?”

Now you’re not certain about that, but you’ll take it.

“Someone’s gotta be, ain’t they? I got more poetry if you want it.”

Karkat sighs. “Yeah, lay it on me, Makara. Dr. Vandayar told me I’m not getting discharged next week so I’m not feeling great at the moment.”

Poor Karbro looks like he’s full of thunderstorms. Maybe a calm vista will quiet him down. You pull a few lines of poetry free from your memory.

“I shall wear white flannel trousers and walk upon the beach... I have heard the mermaids singing each to each... I do not think that they will sing to me.”

“Go on,” Karkat says, looking all at once pensive and a little sad.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves... Combing the white hair of the waves blown back... When the wind blows the water white and black,” you recite. Now, Roxy, Calliope, and Porrim have stopped to listen to you. You go on, establishing a proper rhythm.

“We have lingered in the chambers of the sea... by sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown... ‘till human voices wake us, and we drown.” When no one says anything, you interject, “That’s the end of the fuckin’ poem, y’all.”

“It’s beautiful,” Porrim whispers. “Did you write that?”

You shake your head in the negative. “Naw, that’s some other motherfucker’s ideas outta my mouth. I wrote a couple of my own lines last night if you wanna hear ‘em, though.”

“Sure,” Calliope says, smiling and clapping her hands once.

“My muse distills my melancholy, pins it to the corkboard with a tack. She presses down upon the pigments, bleeds my blues into the boldest black.”

Even Karkat looks surprised. He narrows his eyes at you.

“If you don’t go study art or literature, or something along that line, I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Ain’t no need to resort to murder, brother,” you reply. “And while I’d like to go sit in a motherfucking college somewhere, I ain’t got shit for tuition.”

“If I have to take up a goddamn collection, I am sending your ass to college. Tout-suite.”

You guess now is not the time to inform him that you straight up flunked outta college after you kept forgetting to go to class. You sat in the grass memorizing poetry and sketching the first dandelions of March, which got in the way of your learning anything or taking your exams, or any of the shit college students are supposed to do. You didn’t mean to forget, but you’ve never been great at any routine shit.

And you’ve always had a knack for going where your thoughts take you. When you were a kid, you would leave the house and walk up and down the streets of Harlem unattended. Your grandmother used to read you the riot act for doing something so reckless and nonsensical. Later, during your hospitalizations, you learned that the way your thoughts stuttered and tangled was called schizophrenia, and doctors medicated you accordingly. They called your prophecies delusion, and you beg(ged) to differ.

The medications ground your thought process to a stuttering halt. You hated it. You hated being cut off from yourself. So you stopped taking your meds. And here you are again, with your strange thoughts and remembrances.

“Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio,” Karkat murmurs.

You grin at him. He understands more than he lets on.

June winks at you, and then walks away to the women’s side of the unit, presumably to call her father. She calls him every day at 8 am and 3 pm, like clockwork. Karkat gazes at her as she walks away, the back of her short dress fluttering behind her.

“June looks nice today,” you say to him.

 He stops staring and glances at you for a moment.

“Yeah, um, she looks nice every day,” he replies. “Not that I make it my business to notice.”

You point to the delicate paper flower he has in his hand. “Sometimes the most miraculous thing you can fuckin’ do is give another person a taste of serendipity.”

Roxy smiles her cheshire cat smile from her seat by the television.

“That’s right, Crabby. Dontcha think June deserves her very own miracle?”

Karkat reddens, looks at the flower in his hand, and takes off for the women’s side.

“Hey, Egbert!” he shouts. “I have something for you.”

By the time you see June again, she’s wearing the small red flower in her hair. Roxy gives you a satisfied little nod, then asks you if you’d like her to put your hair in braids.

“I’m not as good as Pomary with hair, but I’m alright, I guess. Your hair looks like some birds took up residence in it, dude.”

“Why, thank you,” you reply. You take a seat at her feet, after she grabs her comb, brush, hair grease, and spray bottle out of sharps.

She’s right. She’s not a thing like Pomary when it comes to braiding. You’re used to the gentle motions of Porrim’s hands as she manipulates flowers into your hair, but Roxy tugs great fistfuls of your hair into twists. It feels nice, like she’s tethering you to the present, to the here and now.

You tell her that, thank her for bringing you back, and she blushes crimson.

“Aw, I’m not tryna do all of that,” she responds. “Just tryna work through my anxiety. Dolores gave me an ativan an hour ago, and I don’t feel it yet.”

Roxy bends low, and plants a kiss on your forehead, right where your skin meets your greasepaint. Her lips are the softest thing you’ve ever felt.

She keeps braiding, manipulating your hair into cornrows. With Roxy near you, you don’t necessarily have to be a prophet or an apostate of the mirthful messiahs. You don’t have to deliver special messages to special people. You can just be Gamzee Motherfucking Makara, doing you as per usual.

[a-detraque-barista]

Our Haunted House

Title: Our Haunted House

Rating: M

Word Count: 5.4k

Genre: yandere, horror, smut

Warnings: cursing, yandere behaviors, mention of blood, tentacle fucking, buckets of cum, biting, marking, possessiveness, unprotected sex

Summary: On your first trip back to the Halloween Fest you ran into a quiet but attractive man. Once you get separated from your friends he can’t keep himself from touching you.

A/N: HAPPY SPOOKS DAY EVERYONE!!!! A perfect rainy day (not for trick or treaters) for Halloween and to stay home and have a  Halloween Movie Marathon while eating candy and other junk food. Anyway, this is my very first smut and I hope you all like it. I also entered this in @bang-tan-bitches​ writing challenge, Monster Mash. So go check out all the other amazing stories posted in the challenge and show them some love and now on with tentacley Jimin  💜 💜 💜

    The music box played alone on the stage. It reminded you of carnival music but there was a dark undertone to it. You were only twelve and your father decided to bring you to the annual Halloween Fest. You never got scared when someone jumped out in front of you. For some reason, you have never felt fear. Nothing ever frightened you like other people. 

Your mother had voiced her concerns on more than one occasion. Calling you a freak, a monster, even going as far as a demon. She doesn’t speak to you anymore. Ignoring your existence and spending her time drinking wine and watching trash television. 

The stage you sat a few rows away from had gone completely dark before a clown was in the spotlight. His makeup was done terribly. His lips were painted black which was peeling and the white paint on his face was cracking. As he smiled widely you could clearly see black smudges on his yellow teeth.

“Hello ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls!! I am your host for this evening! And tonight I welcome you to The Clowning. I did not come up with the name by the way,” he spat as he spoke with a fake speech impediment. “And now I present to you, Stabby the Prankster.”

Your father’s eyebrow raised, just as many other parents at the name. Then a clown wearing all red and black popped out from behind the curtain. A laugh similar to Woody the Woodpecker reached your ears. And just as his name entailed, he had knives in both hands. His makeup was just as terrible as the first. Instead, his eyes had red circles and his cheeks had red spots on top of the cracking white paint. 

He jumped down from the stage and in front of the first row viewers. His bulging eyes looked from left to right before lunging straight ahead and swiftly slit the young boy’s throat.

Screaming followed as people began to rush towards the exit. Your father picked you up and began to run with you tightly in his arms. Pushing his way through, he got to just outside the door before stopping dead in his tracks. Everyone around the two of you gasped as they saw the dagger sticking out of his back. 

Your father looked down at you and smiled weakly before dropping to his knees and before he could fall forward onto you, a family friend hoisted you onto her hip. She ran with you as you looked back to your now-dead father lying on the floor. 

The clown that had thrown the knife had made his way to your dad’s body and locked gazes with you. His smile was gone and he was no longer slashing townspeople one by one. He seemed as if he was worried about something.

The clown that had claimed to be the host grabbed Stabby by the neck and threw him back into the auditorium before disappearing behind the doors himself. 

“It’s going to be okay sweetie. They can’t hurt you. There’s nothing you have to worry about,” the woman carrying you said softly as you began to cry. Your father was the only one that cared about you. And you were old enough to know that.

It’s been around a decade since then. You moved out of your mother’s house into your own. You finally had your own space. Your mother didn’t talk to you much after what happened. Only a few words every couple of weeks.

As you grew older, nobody realized your dad was one of the victims. Which led you to make friends. Your best friends were Jennie and Mark, they even wanted to be your roommates. You may not live alone but you still consider this your own space, compared to your mom’s house. 

You laid in your bed as you played on your phone. It was already four in the morning, but you couldn’t sleep. Nothing worked. Listening to classical music, drinking some of Jennie’s chamomile tea, tossing and turning. Now you stared at your white ceiling thinking of other ways to fall asleep. 

Halloween is coming up and you had to think of ways to decorate the house. No wonder why you can’t sleep, your mind always wanders off. Still, you think about all the decorations you have in storage in the attic and think of new ones you could buy. 

As you zone out you see something in the corner of your eye. Quickly looking to the side, you see nothing but your closed closet door and look back up at the ceiling to see swirling patterns begin to slither across. They were navy blue mixed with graphite grey. They were like vines twisting and curling around each other. Your eyebrows furrowed as the vine-like tendrils became bigger like they were getting closer. You feel the smooth tip of the reaching blue vine graze your nose. You attempt to sink further into the bed but as you run out of space the tendril still follows and moves to the side to comfortingly caress the side of your face. It was gentle and you could feel your eyelids becoming heavier. 

Trying to fight it, you struggle to keep your eyes open. Even attempting to hit it away with your hand but another tendril grabbed your wrist, with the utmost care. It laid your hand back down softly as if it didn’t want to cause you any pain, even a little. 

Your eyes were closed by the time the most soothing voice you’ve ever heard say, “You have all the power over me.”

Mark jumping onto your bed while Jennie made an alarm go off on her phone was what woke you up. Mark began to shake you violently as he laughed, “It’s one in the afternoon, lazy ass. Get up.”

You weren’t able to say anything until he finished shaking you. Even then you didn’t say anything and just groaned. Mark and Jennie both started to jump on the bed and stopped abruptly to hear what you had to say.

“Fuck you,” you swiped your leg into theirs to make them fall. Jennie landed on her back on the bed and Mark landed on the floor. 

“So mean,” Mark grumbled from the floor. You sat up and leaned on your elbow to give him a blank look when he popped his head up. 

“So annoying.”

Mark laid back down on the floor to sulk while Jennie turned to you, “Wanna go to the Halloween Fest with us? I know you never go but it’ll be fun.” 

You got up and walked to your bathroom connected to your room, closing the door behind you. You never told them about your father being one of the victims during what they called, Hallow’s Eve Massacre. You had always thought it was a dull name. Created by none other than the group of moms that have nothing better to do than to drink overcomplicated coffee that was too expensive for their small sizes and get into other people’s business like it’s their own.

Standing at the sink you thought about the pros and cons of going. Pros. Delicious seasonal foods, haunted houses, everything scary you love, and getting out of the house with your two best friends.

Cons. Paranoia, especially of clowns and stages, people you don’t like to even be within a ten-mile radius, and going outside.

You supposed the pros outweigh the cons. Who knows, it could be fun.

You regret your decision the moment you walked through the admission stands. Looking around you saw many clowns. Or were they your former classmates? It was hard to tell. None of these-

“Ow!” Landing on your ass you ended up dropping your coffee.

“I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” The man who bumped into you kneeled down to make sure you were okay. You felt like you've seen his face before but couldn't really pinpoint where you've seen him.

"Yeah-yeah. I'm fine," you felt him begin to pull you up by your arms to stand up directly in front of him. “Are you okay? I mean I ran into you-”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Good,” you stood there awkwardly and watched as his hand soothingly rubbed your forearms. It felt comforting. His hands were warm and it seeped through your jacket and into your skin. 

“Jennie, I think we’re interrupting something,” Mark joked as he leaned into Jennie’s side like he was whispering to her but spoke in a normal, almost loud voice.

Your face gained a red hue as you stepped away from the man who tried to look into your very soul, “Sorry again. I’ll try to pay more attention.” You stared at the ground and began to quickly walk away from the man.

“Please don’t. I’d love to run into you again sometime,” he called out before turning the other way and continued his path to wherever he was going. You kept walking with Jennie and Mark until you arrived at the part of the fairgrounds where they had all the rides. 

First, you rode the Twirling Tangerines, inside the large oranges there was a wheel you could all turn. Then, you rode the Spider, where you sat in a cart-like box that spun as the arms lifted you up and down.

You were on your way to the haunted house when you turned to Mark, “I think I just saw-” Noticing he’s not with you, you look around the crowd to try and spot him. “Jennie, where’d Mark go?”

She turned to you and looked around as well, “How the hell could we lose him?” She took out her phone from her pocket and clicked on his contact to call him. He didn’t answer.

“We’ll have to split up and look for him,” you shrugged as you headed toward back the way you came and Jennie veering left from the way you were going.

It took almost half an hour before you get a call from Jennie, telling you she found him. She failed to mention the man that Mark had crossed paths with on his adventure. 

You met them at one of the tents where they had a rigged game for people to play as stuffed animals hung from the top. You may or may not have stopped at the apple cider stand on your way to the game tent.

“Woooooow. You didn’t get us any?” Mark was obviously hurt but you didn’t really care. “You shouldn’t have wandered off like you did cause then we’d both have apple cider right now,” you took a sip of your hot drink while looking at him.

Your eyes shift to the man who you had bumped into earlier. You began to cough up the warm beverage that was trying to intrude into your lungs from your sharp intake of breath. Coughing into your sleeve, you tried to breathe again before asking, “What are you doing here?”

“Mark ran into me while I was heading toward the Baker’s Street and he was looking somewhere else,” his smile was so big it made his eyes turned into crescent moons. It almost made you want to smile. He walked closer to you before reaching out his hand to you, “My name’s Jimin. What’s yours?”

You stood there wide-eyed and shocked before snapping out of it and taking his hand. Maybe a bit too eagerly, “Y/n.” You took your hand back and turned to Mark and Jennie, “Ready for the haunted house?”

Mark groaned and Jennie gave an unconvincing “yeah” as she kind of curled into herself. You lead the way and never turned to look if Jimin had ended up following you or went ventured off somewhere else. 

You didn’t really know what to do with guys. Keeping to yourself you never really talked to people. Especially guys so it was kind of new and weird for you to speak with such an attractive guy that wasn’t a close friend like Mark. 

Walking up to the house you showed the wristband you got at the admissions booth to allow you to go in. 

"I'm sorry sir. If you don't have a wristband then I can't let you in," the woman at the entrance practically spat the person she was talking to.

You turned around to see her speaking to Jimin and felt kind of annoyed by how she spoke to him. She didn’t really have any reason to be so rude, that you knew of. “He did have one, I saw it on his wrist a few minutes ago,” you don't know why you were vouching for this guy. You just felt like it, you guessed.

The lady reluctantly nodded him through with a sneer. He smiled politely towards her before joining your group into the dark foyer.

As a dressed up ghoul jumped out in front of you and Jimin, you did nothing but stare blankly at the man while Mark yelped and Jennie gasped. How Jimin ended up next to you, you didn't know. 

Jimin noticed how the jump scare didn't frighten you. He found it intriguing, in fact. You didn’t even bat an eyelid. 

“Where’s Mark?” Jimin’s head snapped to you as you looked around for your not-so-bright friend once again. Jimin began to look around with you.

“You must be fucking kidding me,” Jennie sighed before saying, “I’ll go look for him so he doesn’t make any weird friends in here.”

Leaving you and Jimin alone, you kept walking through the hallways and up the staircase. Many people attempted to scare you but none of them succeeded. And Jimin tried not to laugh at your reaction to their attempts. It’s not that he was making fun of you. He was just amused how much effort the actors put into being frightening and all they get is your eyebrow raised at most. 

You felt Jimin take your hand gently and slowly tighten his grip into a comfortable hold, “I’m scared.” 

Immediately, you could tell he wasn’t scared at all. He just wanted a reason to hold your hand like he was smooth. But you didn’t really have the heart to take your hand away. And you didn’t really want to. You felt him come closer to you bit by bit until your shoulders were rubbing against each other.

“You wouldn’t mind if I held you would you?” Jimin broke the eerie silence that sat between you two.

“Why do you want to?” you found the question odd but weren’t completely opposed to it. You weren’t a hoe but he just made you feel comfortable. 

“Cause I want to get closer to you.”

“But you’re already close to me,” you smiled. “I suppose.”

He reciprocated your smile and let go of your hand to wrap around your shoulders. He tugged you closer so you were tucked into his side. The warmth from his body kept you from shivering because of the freezing temperatures inside the building. 

Seeing a door crack open not far down the hallway, you expected someone to jump out of the room. Getting close enough to look into the bedroom, no one jumped out. Jimin noticed your interest in the room and peeked inside with you. The only thing in the room was a wardrobe, a desk, a king-sized bed, and a mirror hanging in front of the desk. All were caked with dust. 

“Must be an extra room they decided not to use,” you concluded before you took a glance at Jimin, only to meet his eyes. You quickly looked away and awkwardly scanned the room.

All you heard were his footsteps before feeling his grip your arm to turn you towards him, “Keep your eyes on me.” 

Your cheeks felt like the sun had been shining on them for hours. And as he demanded, you kept your eyes on him. The thumb on the hand that rested on the side of your face came up to slightly pull down your bottom lip.

“You wouldn’t mind, right?” he said quietly then bit his lip while looking at yours.

Shaking your head gently, Jimin kissed you without a second thought. It was rough and hungry. He didn’t hold back for a second. Licking your lips, practically begging for access. You parted your lips slightly and that’s all he needed to slip his tongue into your mouth. No inch was left untouched. He started to walk forward making you walk back until the back of your knees hit the bed. 

After falling back on the bed, Jimin practically ripped off his thick black hoodie, showing the loose white shirt beneath. It was thin and the neckline hung well below his collarbones. The hoodie landed somewhere by the door as he got down on the floor on his knees. He gently took hold of the waistband on your pants before pulling them down slowly. As they pooled around your ankles, he came back up to start peppering kisses along your inner thighs. 

“I’m sorry baby girl, I would take my time with you but I can’t wait anymore,” his voice was thick with arousal as he tore off your shoes, socks, and pants. “I need to have you.”

Jimin ripped your panties from your waist and fell to the floor in shreds, “I’ll get you new ones.” 

Trailing more kisses down your thighs he got closer and closer to your core. His fingers began to skim over your folds and dip between them to land right on your clit. Rubbing small circles around it, his soft lips were at the apex of your thigh. 

He was so gentle with you, you weren’t sure how to feel. Adored, impatient, excited. Personally, you were never the vanilla type.

    Jimin was so close to your core, so close. But he pulled away at the last second. You whined, at which Jimin laughed at, as he pulled his shirt off from over his head. Tossing his shirt away he climbed back up your body.

    “There’s something I need to show you,” Jimin’s eyes were dark with excitement as he hovered over you.

    Your puzzled look was all he needed to continue to show what he meant. He was groaning as his head hung and his expression made it seem like he was in pain. You didn’t understand what was happening until you saw the tendrils coming out from his back. They were cobalt blue. Two were thinner than the other two. They grew and grew towards the ceiling but stopped just short of it. Once they were straight, as if they were stretching, they curled back down towards you and Jimin. They floated in the air and you stared at them. You weren’t appalled. No, you were...curious. You would’ve never thought he was anything other than human. 

    It’s not like you believed in aliens and werewolves it’s just you the type of person that thought, maybe they do exist, maybe they don’t. It looks like they do.

    “Are you gonna fuck me with those or not?” you said half-joking.

    “You’re not disgusted? Horrified?” Jimin could not believe what he was hearing. You wanted him to fuck you with his tentacles. You wanted him.

    “No, why would I be? I’m surprised and I have some questions but those can wait till later. Don’t you think?” you answered honestly and looked Jimin in the eyes while you said it. And after you said it, the tendrils behind Jimin visibly relaxed. 

    Jimin’s eyes lit up for only a second before he attacks your neck with his pillowy lips. One of the smaller tentacles reaches down between your legs causing you to get surprised and you try to close them. Jimin sucks on your neck harder as he held your legs open with his right hand, “It’s okay, jagi. I’ll make you feel good.”

    As Jimin nibbles on a particularly sensitive spot, you moaned. He almost came right then and there. Your voice was already music to his ears. But your moans? Absolutely heavenly. He tried his best to keep his body from shaking from the numerous shivers. Part of him couldn’t even believe that this was happening. He was touching you, breathing in your scent, pleasuring you. It was his dreams coming true and he was intoxicated with everything you.

    The tentacle between your legs began to rub your clit faster than what Jimin did. More moans started to escape you and your head tilted back into the pillows. Jimin was still making his way all-around your neck, making sure he was marking your neck thoroughly. 

You felt the other small tendril circling your entrance. Becoming coated with your arousal. It slowly began to enter, inch by inch. It was about the same thickness as your trusty vibrator at home so you stretched to its girth with ease. Its smooth texture slipped past your walls effortlessly. 

Jimin was starting to groan the deeper the tendril went. His breath became heavy as he nuzzled his face into your neck, “Jagi~ you’re so tight around him. I can’t wait until my cock is inside your hot cunt. Can I, jagiya?”

“Yes, please. I want you to fuck me,” you said brokenly in between moans.

Jimin sat up and quickly unbuttoned his pants and took them off swiftly. The two larger tentacles reached down to you and took off your coat and shirt. You arched from the building pressure in your abdomen just in time for them to take your bra off. 

The tentacle fucking you took up a hastened pace. It was starting to go deeper and deeper with every thrust. The knot in your lower stomach grew tauter. Jimin kissed you feverishly and swallowed your moans as you got closer to the peak. The very last thrust of the tendril made you come the hardest you’ve ever came before. You felt the tendril in your stomach as it spurted. As did every other tentacle and even Jimin’s cock was spewing out cum.

Jimin’s moan was getting you excited again. It was deep and guttural. You were panting as you felt full of his cum and felt more cum on your chest and stomach. 

“I didn’t know all of them had cum,” you chuckled as you regained your breath. 

Jimin laughs with you, “Now you know how I felt the first time I jerked off.”

His statement made you laugh harder as both of you came down from your highs. The appendage slowly began to pull out of your cum-filled cunt. You whimpered from the sensitivity. Jimin’s cum flowed out of your entrance before Jimin plugged you up with the tip of his cock.

Feeling the head, you realized just how big Jimin was. Being too distracted to notice earlier. Jimin could tell your realization by your expression.

“What’s the matter, jagi? Never had anyone this big before?” Jimin knows he was being a tease. Even though he doesn’t want to even think about the others who’ve touched you. Only he can touch you like this. He’s the only one who can pleasure you.

You knew what he was doing. He was getting smug. But you didn’t really have the patience to play games with him.

“Who knows.”

Jimin’s smirk fell as yours grew. Jimin stared into your eyes as he slammed his entire length into you in one thrust.

“You know I’ve stuffed you full. I don’t think there’s even any room for one of my tentacles. I can feel how I’m stretching you,” Jimin wasn’t going to let you win this one. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist to bring you with him as he sat back on his heels. Your chest heaved from his massive girth inside you. One small tendril wrapped around your wrists and held them above your head, the other small one began to circle at your puckered hole while a larger one spread your right cheek to give it room. And lastly, the last, larger tentacle curled around one of your breasts. 

Jimin slowly pulled out his thick cock before slamming back into your hot cunt. His moans mixed with yours as his pace became faster. Soon he was slamming in and out of you at a bruising pace. The appendage at your tight hole caught some of yours and Jimin’s combined cum and lubed you up. 

At first, it only dipped in its tip. After a few thrusts, it started to go further. Still taking on a slow pace, it steadily enlarged your hole. 

Jimin’s right arm let go of your waist to support himself above you as he leaned forward. He was still pistoning in and out of you with no intention of slowing down. Hair stuck to his forehead as did yours. Moans left you uncontrollably as both of your holes were being fucked and your tit was being gripped.

You felt the pressure on your breast vanish before feeling the said tendril slither up your neck. You hear Jimin breathe out a laugh as he saw his appendage shyly touch you.

“I think he wants to know if you could suck him,” Jimin smirked, knowing that’s exactly what it wanted. 

Opening your mouth, the tendril appeared to become a light blue as it took the invitation. You felt the tentacle practically purr from the wetness and warmth from your mouth. It thrusted into you languidly. Not going very deep so it wouldn’t hurt you. 

“Look at you. Being a slut for me. All your holes are filled with parts of me.”

His thrusts were becoming sloppy. And the tendril in your mouth was going down into your throat until you were gagging with every plunge. Your ass was so stretched out you knew that there was going to be a gap now. Maybe not a large one but there will be one. And Jimin was still pounding your swollen cunt with his massive girth. 

The tendril around your wrists let go to reach down to rub your clit in quick, small circles. You’re loud, almost screaming moans were muffled by the deep throating appendage.

You could feel you were getting so close to your release. You felt the familiar knot in your stomach building. By Jimin’s groans growing louder and his sloppy pace, you tell he was close too. 

He opened his eyes to see your body being completely surrounded by him. He let his arm fall around your waist again but he laid his head between your tits and put the rest of his energy into the last few hard pumps and stilled as he felt your walls flutter around him. 

Your eyes rolled into your skull and Jimin squeezed his eyes closed tightly. Your walls milked Jimin’s cock as it pulsed and shot cum inside you. You felt all the tentacles pulse out cum into your throat, ass, and onto your clit and mound. 

Reaching up to Jimin’s hair, you carded your fingers through the strands. Both of you were trying to calm your breathing down. Jimin was still coming but the tendril down your throat pulled out so you could breathe more easily. 

Jimin began to kiss your sternum after he came down from his high. You glanced down and back up, only to glance down again to notice a visible bulge in your stomach, that's still growing. 

"How much cum do you have?!" you exclaimed as you watched it grow bit by bit. 

"Don't pretend you don't like it," Jimin's smug attitude was still there as he knew he was right by your silence.

Jimin reluctantly pulled out of you and he didn’t mind how much cum was pouring out of your cunt. He knew there were going to be many more times like this. And that’s when he’ll worry about keeping you plugged up but for now, he just wanted to fall asleep next to you.

He pulled your exhausted body back up to the pillows with using the help from his now sky blue tentacles before they slowly retracted back into the slits in his back. 

“We should probably go, Mark and Jennie might be worried about us,” trying to sit up Jimin pulled you back down.

“No need to be in a hurry, jagi. You’re too exhausted to go out looking for him-them right?” Jimin brushed the hair from your forehead so he could see your eyes more clearly.

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s just hope none of the employees find us,” you huffed out a laugh as you snuggled further into the covers. 

Jimin wrapped his arms around you and entangled his legs with yours. He wasn’t able to even doze off until you were sound asleep. He tried not to think about what just happened so he wouldn’t become hard and wake you up. He needed the whole night to transform this place back to the original with how worn out he is.

“Goodnight jagi. Tomorrow you’ll start your new life here with me. In our own haunted house.”

You woke up to Jimin hugging you tightly beneath the warm blanket that you had dirtied just a few hours ago. Your muscles didn’t want to make any effort to move so you had to lay there until you had the energy to get up and get dressed. Stretching out your legs a bit you felt a crack somewhere in your spine. You’re puzzled about how that would affect your back but you don’t worry about it. Nuzzling back into Jimin’s neck, you finally remembered Jennie and Mark being in the house with you. They must have gone home without you given how long it’s been.

They were adults, no reason to really worry about them. You tucked the blanket over your shoulder to hide from the cold draft. Jimin felt you moving around so he got impossibly closer to you and pulled the blanket up to his neck so it covered most of your head.

You groaned and tilted your head up causing your chin to rest on his chest making your lips pout. He cracked an eye open to see what you were doing. Seeing your sleepy, pouty face made him let out a breathy chuckle.

Jimin leaned down to kiss your forehead, “Did you sleep well?” He continued his kisses all over your face, moving down to reach your nose.

“Mm-hm,” your eyes were still closed when you thought about what it was. “Do you know what time it is?”

“No,” he kept smothering your face in kisses.

“I have to go home soon.”

“No.”

“No? I kinda do. I need clean clothes, I need a shower, and I need to check up on Jennie and Mark,” you began to untangle yourself from Jimin’s arms and legs only to have him roll you over to lay on you. “Jimin~ I have to get up,” laughing you tried to roll back over Jimin had you completely pinned. 

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said quietly into your ear before he kissed right below your lobe. “My marks are fading already, stay still.”

You huffed as he darkened the already almost purple hickeys on your neck, “After this, you have to get off me so I can go home.” 

“But you can’t go home. You live here now, with me,” he pushed himself up with his forearms on the mattress. His eyes were stone. But they were warm as they bore into yours. “You’re not leaving me.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” you whispered as you maintained eye contact. “How can either of us live here when it’s just a stage for townspeople to dress up and scare people?”

“It seems, you haven’t noticed the change in the room,” Jimin smirked as his eyes left yours to scan the room, causing you to follow his actions. 

The room was no longer a dirty beige with dust-covered furniture. It’s the same exact room except, it was gray. Everything in the room was gray beside you two. The window that had light from the fair shining through was completely blacked out. And the mirror above the desk was completely shattered. Little to no pieces remained in the frame. 

“Besides, your friends tried to find us but they kind of got trapped,” He laid back down next to you and rested his head on his hand. “So there’s no need to worry about them, sweetheart.”

You pushed his arm off and swung your legs onto the floor but you felt the familiar wetness from one of Jimin’s tentacles wrap around your abdomen. It made you sit back down and pulled you back to Jimin.

“It’s true that you have all the power over me. However, that doesn’t mean I’ll let you go.”

Your heart undoubtedly fluttered.

[smalltowndetective]

31 for A x detective please 🧡

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31- “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you”

So, this one does need a little explaining. As much as I love this prompt, my main A detective is just as much as an emotionally repressed dumbass as they are (but she is starting to get slightly better haha) and the other detective that I have been writing A with is way too sweet, and one, would never deal with her feelings this way, and two, would never say anything to intently hurt them. So, of course, I borrowed a detective from @lividlyinlove, who fits this prompt much better.

This is my longest request yet, and I hope you like it! And thank you Liv for letting me use your detective! You’re amazing!

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Title: Give me Something 

Pairing: Adam and Kira (lividlyinlove’s detective)

Words: 3k

Summary: Kira has tried to move on from whatever her and Adam are supposed to be, just to come to the realization- she can’t.

Tags: @lilyoffandoms

She had never met someone who infuriated her so much.

               But she also had never met someone who drew her in like he did.

               Kira had long given up ever figuring Adam out. She had grown tired of the constant back and forth that he took her on, and she wanted to move on from whatever it was. The fleeting attraction that she had, act like it had never happened. Like she knew he would do.

               And goddammit she had tried. Finally accept that he was never going to thaw his icy shell that had formed over the past 900 years, and she was not going to be one to do so for him, even if she wanted to. Only he could so, and he seemed hardly interested in that, preferring to continue to hide whatever was stirring inside of him for the rest of his immortal life.

               Does that drive you crazy Adam? Having to try and figure out what the hell this is for eternity?

               I know it would if it were me

               She had gone on a few dates, a desperate attempt to move on, keeping them a secret from the rest of the team, and while she had internally rationalized that she was doing so in order to keep Felix or even Nate from asking her questions about them, but it was really about Adam. Kira wondered just how he would react if he knew, and while part of her wanted him to feel the confliction from all and maybe just actually say something, but she was not going to push it. At least not yet.

               It’s just some fun, a nice night out. There is nothing serious about them.

               But she was starting to fear that there never would be. Nothing about them made her want to go back on another, as if it was missing something, but what that was, she had no idea.

               All of them have been nice, and most of them are much more open then Adam is, not like that is particularly hard to be.

               What possibly more could you want?

               This is all came into a head after one particular date with a guy from the big city who was staying in Wayhaven for a couple of days.

               She ran into him on her walk to work, and he was nice. He seemed genuinely happy to talk to her, an easy smile never leaving his face, and was not trying to push her away the whole time, doing anything to avoid even seeing her.

               Like a certain someone I know.

               But one thing that drew him to her immediately were his eyes.

               They were a gorgeous green, but unlike Adam’s cold icy eyes, they were dark, as the color of the darkest evergreen forest, the kind that was still just as vibrant even under snow in the bitterest of winters. They were almost soothing to look into, never becoming fraught with hardness, just openness. Kindness. All the things she was not used to.

               He asked her out on a date, laughing as he did so, and told her it was on a complete whim that he did so, but she graciously accepted, already finding him intriguing, so different then what she was used to, almost a night and day difference.

               They went out together the next night, and everything about it was magical. As if was a scene in a movie, sweet and easy, smiles shared between them that she hoped would never die, drinking in all of the things that he told about himself, but she noticed there was some hesitance when talking about herself, but she was not sure why.

               He’s fine talking about himself, why aren’t you?

               It hit her like a slap across her face when she realized that she never had this trouble with Adam, stubborn and annoying as he could be, even with her own fears of vulnerability. He drew things from her anyway, and she could never understand why. It was not like he seemed to care anyway, nor would he ever.

               You are not going to think about him tonight.

               It’s not about him.

               Though she knew that he noticed her suddenly get quieter, he did not say anything about it, but she did the slightest tinge of confusion in his eyes, and Kira focused on keeping a smile on her face to drown it all out. Tonight, was not to mope about a guy who pushed her away whenever they got close. She was going to enjoy herself, make the most of tonight, with a new guy where maybe there could be something more, even if it was too early to tell just yet.

               The date ended with him dropping her off at her apartment, the sun having long set in the horizon, and she noticed that from the bright lights outside the door, his eyes looked paler than they did earlier, and it only reminded her of the person that she was trying so desperately to forget.

               She almost pushed him away at the sight, being confronted with the sudden rush of guilt, though she was not sure why.

               You’re not his girlfriend, it’s not like you’re cheating on him.

               Then why does it feel like I am?

               But she put that out of her mind, and as the pair continued to gaze at each other, as if they were the only two people in the world, she felt herself move forward, and their lips met in a kiss.

               It was not a long kiss, but there was sweet feeling there all the same, but then she could see Adam’s green eyes in her mind, and just for a second, she allowed herself to imagine if it had been him, and felt her pulse race at the thought, and she pulled him closer to her, forgetting all about who it actually was and allowing herself to imagine.

               And for a few precious seconds, it almost seemed true, her wildest dreams that she had longed pushed away.

               But that illusion could not last forever.

               When Kira opened her eyes back up, and as she stared into her date’s eyes, his eyes still as gentle and open as they had been all night, horror started to fill her, and she could feel her stomach drop in dread.

               What are you doing?

               This isn’t fair to him.

               It’s not his fault he’s not the one you want him to be

               She pulled back from his touch immediately, freaking herself out over everything that was happening, his hands starting to shake.

               “Kira, are you alright?”, she heard him say, worry filling his features, “Did I- “

               “No”, she stated firmly, “You did nothing wrong. This is all my doing”

               He opened his mouth to say something else, but she cut him off, “I’m sorry”

               She entered her apartment after that, guilt filling her stomach, and as soon as she closed the door behind her, she sank to the ground, burying her face in her hands, trying hard not to let the frustrated tears spill down her cheeks.

               Why can’t he leave my head?

               I want to move on, finally accept that he’s never going to admit anything for the rest of his immortal life.

               But I can’t.

               She was tired of all of this, this confusing mess of feelings. Kira wanted it all to end, stop pining after someone who would never give in to what she knew they both wanted deep down. For everything that he did that had just hurt the both in the end, even if he would never admit that.

               Damn it, she had even kissed Bobby. Her absolute scumbag of an ex, because she had been hurt. She knew that she should have not have, but when he leaned in closer to kiss her, she kissed him back, needing anything to get off her mind off eavesdropping on Adam and Nate’s conversation after the carnival. Him admitting that he felt nothing, when her own mind was such a mine field on confused emotions affected her more then she expected it to.

               “But you do have those feelings?”

               "No, I do not."

               Kira had been trying to avoid crying the whole ride home back to her apartment, and when she finally got home, she was far too drained and hurt to even refuse Bobby’s offer to come in, even if about every rational part of her told herself it was a horrible idea for a countless number of reasons.

               It was a definite moment of weakness from her, and one that she knew that he would shove back in her face more likely sooner then later, and as much as she regretted, she was not sure if that she could go back, she would be able to do anything different then what she had done.

               Maybe that spoke to her own maturity, but she could hardly care.

               How else was I supposed to react?

               She could not just keep finding other people to put her heartbreak on, trying to make them into someone they were not, since molding someone into you want them to be, breaking apart what made them special in the first place was the last thing she wanted to do.

               How long is this going on?

               Will months, even years, past, and I’ll still feel like this?

               A painful thought entered her brain, of her meeting someone, it all seeming to be working out, but sometimes, there would be times when all she would see was someone that she was trying so hard to get over.

               They say moving on is the hardest part.

               But will I ever actually ever be able to?

               Or will I be stuck in this never-ending limbo forever?

               There was no way she was going to have another night like this again, as tempting as it might be. It was not fair to the other person, to have someone who was pinning for someone else, and no matter who it was, they deserved better then that. Her date tonight deserved better than that.

               Should I apologize?

               Should I explain the situation?

               What would I even say?

               Kira resigned herself to the fact that there was nothing that she could say that would even make sense at all to anyone except herself, and she knew that it was best to part ways before anything became too out of hand.

               I suppose for him, it’s lucky that it happened tonight

               It’s a lot less of dragging him along with my own hurt feelings, while I try to desperately find some semblance of a person that he is not.

               Shaking the night out of her brain, she got up from off the guard, and she walked through her apartment to go ahead and head to bed, even though she knew she was going to be awake for hours, staring at the ceiling, hoping this would all go away.

               She heard the soft padding of footsteps and the light clicks of a collar, and she barely made out her miniature schnauzer Wolfgang in the dark, his already black coat besides the small white patch on his chest making him almost invisible in the dark. He normally would have been asleep at this time of night, so she was surprised to see him still awake.

               “Hey bud”, she said as he padded the side of her bed as I plea to get up, and she reached over to pick him up and set her on top of the bed with her, “Everything’s kind of a mess right now, isn’t it?”

               Kira ran her hands down his thick coat, scratching behind his ears as he settled into a crook in her bed, the motion soothing her brain slightly, “At least you’re still here. You don’t make things complicated”

               She could swear she almost saw him a slight of a nod of his head on the dark, and she chuckled at the sight of it, and she settled back down on her bed, and even though sleep never called her, her mind still too overactive to even try and figure out anything, it was calming none the less, even if she still had no idea at what to do.

               I feel like if I do fall asleep, I’ll dream, and I don’t think I want to.

               Before she knew it, she could hear her alarm go off on her phone, and she had not gotten a wink of sleep the whole time. She was tired, her eyelids feeling heavy but she would still not allow herself to sleep, and knowing that she would have to start her day regardless, she dragged herself out of bed, realizing she needed to go by the warehouse this morning.

               But there was a pit of dread in her stomach as she realized she was going to have to see Adam today.

               Why are you so worried about this?

               It’s not like he’s not avoiding you right now anyway.

               Sighing, she got up to get ready for today, trying hard to ignore the dark circles that had formed around her eyes.

               I look like an absolute wreck.

               Congrats, me.

               She pulled her clothes on, filling Wolfgang’s dog bowl before leaving, making sure he had everything he needed before she had to leave. She normally would eat breakfast, but she was still not feeling normal after last night, so she ended up leaving anyway.

               This is all such a mess.

               It did not take her long to make her way to the warehouse, and the first thing that Kira noticed was that Adam was standing outside, staring at the horizon as she drove up the warehouse.

               What is he doing out here?

               I know well enough he’s not waiting for me

               “Detective Eveli”, he remarked as she walked up to him.

               She fought hard to suppress the growl in her throat. It was not fair how at the second they were seeming to be getting closer, he would just push her away again, and this forced formality he had insisted on using was starting to grate on her, almost making her skin crawl.

               It was strange to her why she was getting so upset now, but after last night, she was a shell of repressed emotions, and they were threatening to overspill on any person that dared talk to her today.

               Shame (or perhaps not) that had to be the person that all of this was about in the first place.

               “It’s Kira, Adam”, she spat out, her blue eyes holding his eyes in a glare, “You might as well have the decently to use it”

               “I find that rather unnecessary”, he replied, the faint echoes of a scowl filling his face.

               “After everything that has happened, I think it’s quite necessary actually”, she said back, “It’s the least you could do”

               “I fail to see what you mean”, he almost whispered, almost hesitant, turning his head to face away from her, and she could not tell if he was truly ignorant or was feigning it.

               “You’re still going to act like this?”, she demanded, “Like nothing was going on between us?”

               She was not sure why she asked such a question, or what had even compelled her to ask it, but she hardly cared at the moment. After everything that was going through her brain, he had to at least share all of this in her head. She refused to think she was the only one struggling with this.

               “There was nothing”, he growled, but the sudden hesitance in his eyes that he worked hard to bury said otherwise.

               “I can’t believe you, you know that”, she huffed out, crossing her arms almost subconsciously, “We hold hands once and then you act like you can’t be around me anymore”

               Frustration just rose in her voice as he refused to answer, instead noticing that he swallowed hard, “I don’t understand any of this more then you do, you know that? I should have done what you told me to do and save Sanja, but goddammit, Adam, I couldn’t. I couldn’t leave you when you needed me”

               Kira felt the sting of tears at the edge of her eyes, and she fought hard to keep them from streaming down her face, as much as they begged her to, “I’m sick of all of this. I can’t take it anymore. You can’t keep drawing me in and then pushing me back out. It’s not fair”

               She took a shuddering breath, and she finally dared herself to look back at Adam, who was unsurprisingly, looking away from her, his shoulders tighter than she had ever seen them before. He looked more like a statue then he normally did.

               “I’ve tried to move on, you know”, she whispered, and his head snapped back to look at her, and the sudden intense gaze almost made her forget what she wanted to say, “Finally accept you’re never going to let your walls down. But it keeps me coming back to the ugly truth, a truth that I’ve been hiding from myself for so long”

               “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you”

               “Kira…”, Adam breathlessly whispered, and she could feel her hands clench, and she looked back into his eyes, narrowing her own.

               “You’re going to use my name now, huh?”, she scoffed, “Or are you just coming to go back after this? Speak now, or forever hold your peace”

               When he did not deign to reply, she could feel her shoulders slump, but she tried to hide it, “Of course. See you later I guess”

               She then walked to the door of the warehouse, the tears in her eyes starting to break through as she turned away from Adam and walked inside, wondering what can compelled her to say what she did in the first place.

               But it doesn’t matter now, and it never mattered

               Nothing is ever going to change.

               No matter what you say, no matter how much you beg.

               Nothing is ever going to change.

[girls-scenarios]

Sweet Summer Day

Idol: Jeongyeon (Twice)

Prompt: Hiii omg I’m so happy requests are open! You guys have written some of my favorite works ❤️ can I request a Twice Jeongyeon scenario of her spending the day with her gf who have been dating for a while, and they go to a carnival and just do general fluffy lovey dovey stuff and at the end of the day when they go back home Jeongyeon realizes she’s in love? 🥺

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I love Jeongyeon. That’s all. I hope you all enjoy!

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The sun was hot, shining bright even after the afternoon had passed, but a cool breeze blowing in from the ocean kept the heat from being unbearable, and Jeongyeon smiled as she stepped out of the car, letting the sun kiss her skin once again.

“I’m glad we decided to come later,” she said as she turned to you, shielding her eyes and closing the door behind her as she shifted her small backpack purse up onto her shoulder. “Any earlier and it would have been too hot.”

With a laugh, you closed your own door and walked around to meet her, holding out your hand for her to take. “It’s still hot-.”

“Because I’m here,” she interrupted playfully, flipping her hair with the hand not holding yours and making you laugh again, rolling your eyes at her antics.

“Oh yes babe, I’m sure.” You patted her shoulder, playing the roll of a patient partner with a sparkle of mirth in your eyes. “It’s bearable outside now, though. I thought I was going to melt at the beach earlier.” There was still a slight flush on your cheeks, but she wasn’t sure if it was because of her or the time spent earlier in the day before lunch, playing around on the beach. Either way, it was cute, and she grinned as she swung her hand in yours, turning the two of you to face the large carnival near the pier.

The lights were already on despite the sun still being high in the sky, and the sounds of people laughing and screaming on the rides echoed over the carnival music playing through the old speakers. The sight alone was enough to make Jeongyeon excited, and the smell of funnel cakes and turkey legs made her tug you forward, a skip in her step.

“It’s the perfect carnival weather,” she declared, “and I’m going to make the most of this day off! I’m going to eat until I pop!”

“Please don’t pop, that would be bad.” You walked quicker than usual to keep up with her excited stride and looked around, your eyes widening slightly as you took in the sights. “This place is so cool. How haven’t we been here before?”

“We haven’t been to the beach before. It’s a day of firsts. Our first beach and carnival date.” Jeongyeon grinned wider as she looked over at you, thinking back to how the two of you had spent the entire day playing and resting with each other. The two of you could sometimes get really busy, so she was happy to have a whole day to spend with you. “How do you like it so far?”

“So far?” You pretended to think, pushing your lips together. “So far, I’ve had fun. Will the carnival live up to my expectations?”

“It’ll be even better than you’re imagining,” she assured you as the two of you approached the ticket booth. “Now, what rides do you want to brave?” At her question, you gulped and looked around at all the thrill rides stretching out to the pier. At the front was the Ferris Wheel, not near as thrilling as the others, but you pointed at that one first.

“The Ferris Wheel is a must,” you said, and Jeongyeon nodded her head in agreement.

“You’re right. Is that the only one you want to ride right now?”

“Yeah, if I see one that looks cool we can always come back, right?”

“Yep!” She pulled out her wallet and exchanged money for tickets with the bored looking woman behind the desk, then guided you into the crowded carnival, alive with sounds and smells. “Now! I’m starving, let’s eat first.”

“Should we really eat if you’re planning on going on the thrill rides?” You asked, a teasing lilt in your voice.

“We’ll let our food settle on the Ferris Wheel. Are you not hungry?” She turned to you with concerned eyes and you quickly waved your hand.

“No, I’m hungry! I was just teasing you. All of this smells amazing and I can’t wait to eat!”

Her grin returned immediately at your answer and she quickened her pace, headed straight for the food booths in the middle of the carnival. “Let’s eat until we burst, then!”

-

The two of you ended up sitting at a small table under the shade of an umbrella with a pile of different foods and two iced drinks in hand to fight off the heat. Even though you were sat across from her, your ankles bumped gently against hers under the table, skin brushing against skin and making her feel warm for a whole different reason.

“I don’t even know where to start,” you said, sipping on your drink as you eyed the food. There was a turkey leg, corn dogs, a funnel cake, mini donuts, an assortment of fried foods, a few spicy chicken skewers that Jeongyeon had bought at some point, and, of course, cotton candy. “I think we bought too much.”

“No such thing at a carnival,” Jeongyeon retorted, her grin wide as she picked up a corn dog and reached across the table to feed you. You hesitated for a moment to give her a little smirk before taking a bite and savoring the taste. As you chewed, you took the corn dog from her hands, making her pout a little before picking up her own to begin eating. “There’s no calories if we enjoy it!”

Your laugh was clear even with the loud music from the games only feet away, your face bright, and with your ankle still touching hers, a subtle gesture of intimacy, she felt her heart soar and surge with an overwhelming affection. Was it because you looked extra attractive today, or because she hadn’t seen you in a while?

Whatever it was, she liked the feeling, so she reached over to wipe a crumb off your face and allowed herself to float up to cloud nine, enjoying the moment while it lasted.

-

Jeongyeon had almost forgotten how filling carnival foods were, but with the help of some water, determination, and a dare to finish the funnel cake from you, no food went to waste and she sighed with satisfaction, flopping down to lay on the table bench where she’d been sitting. Only the cotton candy was left, but the two of you had decided to save it to eat while walking around, and that sounded great to her. It gave her time to find the room for it.

With another laugh that sent her heart soaring, you shuffled over to sit beside her, picking up her head and putting it in your lap with an affectionate smile on your face. “What was that about there not being a such thing as too much food at a carnival?”

With a sheepish, almost childish grin, she looked back up at you and snuggled a bit closer. “I finished it all, though, so I didn’t lie.”

“I guess you’re right.” Amused, you patted her head. “Good job, food fighter.”

“You know, I might have a career in competitive eating ahead of me.”

“Maybe you should start a mukbang YouTube channel.”

One of the things she loved about you was how you amused all of her strange jokes, smiling and playing along. Wait, loved? As you ran your fingers through her hair, she closed her eyes for a moment and pondered the word. It felt right, so she didn’t fight it. Instead, she focused on the feeling of your gentle fingers against her scalp.

“Are you going to be able to ride anything after this?” You asked, your voice soft enough for only her to hear it. Opening her eyes again, she shrugged and reached up to intertwine her fingers with yours, holding your hands up to the sky and peering at the slowly darkening sky through the gaps of your fingers.

“I don’t know. I’ll know after I finish winning you some game prizes and riding the Ferris Wheel though.”

“Well, I guess that’s true.” Neither of you had stopped smiling since entering the carnival, and you were still bright as you chuckled and her, leaning back so that she could sit up and stretch. “Does this mean it’s time to walk around and eat cotton candy? Because honestly that’s kind of the best part of a carnival.”

“It’s time for that and for me to destroy these rigged games. Just you watch, I’ll get you one of those stuffed animals!”

-

Okay, so maybe Jeongyeon was exaggerating her skill at carnival games, but she still wasn’t as bad as other people. After winning a strange key chain from the coin toss and a sticky frog from the basketball hoops, and with her fingers a bit sticky from the cotton candy, she was determined to win big.

“I’m telling you,” she said, one hand holding yours, the other holding her stick of cotton candy, and the key chain hanging from her backpack purse. “I’m the best at the game where we have to shoot water at the target. Just you wait and see.”

She hadn’t won any big prizes yet, but you still seemed content to walk around with her and hold her cotton candy while she tried every game that caught her eye. “I’m sure you will,” you said, without a hint of sarcasm in your voice, and the soaring feeling was back, tightening her chest and making her feel a bit like shivering from the thrill of it. With her determination doubled, she finished her cotton candy, glared at the water guns as the two of you approached, and rolled her shoulders.

“I will. For you.”

-

Five minutes later, Jeongyeon triumphantly handed you a large, slightly grumpy-looking sloth stuffed animal, making you laugh and clutch it with your free arm. With wide eyes, she took your food so that you could hug it properly and stepped back, a hopeful smile tugging at the sides of her lips.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it,” you said, mirth evident through your twinkling eyes and the way you clutched the toy, closing your eyes for a moment before opening them to catch her eyes. You looked so radiant in the setting sun and the colorful carnival lights that her breath caught in her throat. “Thank you.”

“N-no problem.” She quickly recomposed herself and flipped her hair, clearing her throat as she did. “As expected of the master of carnival games, Yoo Jeongyeon.” Her joke got another laugh out of you as you held out your hand, waving her over to you again, and she happily skipped to you to take it. “Should we right the Ferris Wheel now? I bet the view is great.”

“Oh, because of the sunset? I didn’t even realize it had gotten this late.” You looked up at the sky, then over at the Ferris Wheel and nodded. “Let’s do it!”

-

The cart the two of you were put into after showing the operator your tickets was small, but there was plenty of room for the two of you to sit across from each other, the sloth sitting on the seat next to you. As the ride started to move, the two of you peered out the cart at the ocean, where the sun beginning to dip into the horizon, coloring the sky and ocean with pinks, oranges, and purples.

“Whoa,” you said, sounding a bit breathless as you gazed out. “The view is incredible.”

Jeongyeon looked across at you, noticing how the orange of the evening glow danced across your features, battling with the shadows of the ride, and smiled. “Yeah,” she said, “it is.” The feeling was back. What was the word she’d thought of earlier? Love?

It was a big word. A strong and important word. Yet as she gazed at you, she realized that it was the only word that fit the feeling rising and expanding in her chest. And it made sense that she was in love with you. You were the greatest person to ever wander into her life: she would be a fool if she didn’t fall in love with you.

The wind tugged and played with your hair as you turned to face her, your smile soft and a flush to your cheeks that she could only just make out from the lights on the ride. “This is more romantic than I thought it would be.”

“Really? Ferris Wheels always feel romantic to me.” She swallowed, looking out at the ocean and readying herself for what she was about to say next. “It’s always nice to ride a Ferris Wheel with the person you love.” She didn’t dare look at you as she said it, her heart hammering away in her chest.

For a moment, you were silent, only the faint sounds of the ocean and the music below in the air. Then you breathed in a deep breath, once again speaking softly. “Do you have experience doing that?”

Gathering all her courage, she turned back to you and nodded. “Now I do.”

“Oh.” You sounded like the breath had been knocked out of you before you started to beam, wide and affectionate. “Is this your way of saying that you love me?”

“It is. I love you, (Y/N). I hope you feel the same.”

“I love you too, Jeongyeon. How could I not feel the same?” You let out a burst of nervous, giddy giggles. “I mean, you’re the most beautiful and sweet and funny girl I’ve ever met. I’m lucky to be dating you.”

“Really?” It was her turn to blush, stretching her legs out to once again brush her ankles against yours. “You really think that?”

“I really do.”

“Well, I think you’re an amazing person and that I’m lucky to have met you. I think you’re radiant, and I think your smile is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Really?”

“I really do.”

The air was still warm, but it was no longer uncomfortable, and the two of you sat basking in the summer night air, smiling at each other with your hearts pounding and soaring away. The ride slowly stopped, letting off riders at the bottom, and below, lights twinkled and an upbeat song from the 1990′s started to blast from the speakers. But in your cart in the sky, the only thing the two of you saw or heard was each other, wrapped in a world of your own, even if only for that moment.

The sun disappeared from the clear sky completely, giving way to the bright moon and twinkling stars, and she leaned forward.

“Can I kiss you before we get back to the ground?”

With a bright smile and pink cheeks, you leaned forward to press your knees against hers as you whispered, the cart so small that the two of you only needed to scoot forward in your seats to meet each other. “Of course you can, silly.”

Upon hearing your answer, Jeongyeon wasted no time in closing the small distance, pressing her lips against yours.

This wasn’t the first kiss the two of you had shared, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. But there was something about the sparks in her chest that she felt as she melted into you, kissing you with everything in her, that told her this kiss was special. This kiss was newfound feelings and promises and the future the two of you were running towards together, hand in hand.

And, as Jeongyeon found out, the future tasted a lot like cotton candy.

[rogerbikes]

8 more days until my husband graduates from bootcamp.

I cannot believe I survived almost 8 weeks without him. Was I alone in it? No. But I need to honestly stop knocking myself of the credit I deserve.

Still remember the card ride we were on when he was complaining about how dead end his job was and how better off we’d be financially if he had joined the Navy.

We were brand new parents. Hit with a fucking pandemic, living in a shit hole and feeling like shit holes. Our daughter was five months old. I had no job and we didn’t know what the next couple months were going to look like. Let alone the next couple YEARS. It was scary, dark and sometimes felt hopeless.

I remember being at home all day with the baby while he worked. Breastfeeding, watching TV, entertaining the baby and waiting for him to come back. Not knowing when things were going to change or how.

“Then why don’t you just do it?” I said. And from that moment we had a plan. I can’t believe everything started from a simple conversation and now we are at the end of the hardest part. Not only that, but we have ANOTHER child on the way.

I seldom take the time to give myself slack or credit or really admire the life I have. The things I do. I’m always concerned with not doing ENOUGH.

My husband left in May and since then I’ve successfully weaned our impossible daughter off breastfeeding. Gotten her on a schedule. Managed to feed, change and entertain her for weeks. I’m growing a human. I’ve moved out of our apartment. Dealt with the emotional turmoil that is pregnancy and being totally cut off from your spouse. I’ve done a lot and honestly I didn’t let it destroy me.

I’ve had some really great times through all of this. Like my daughters first birthday and birthday party. Watching her grow, become more interactive, silly, independent. Going to a carnival for the first time in forever. Going to the lake. Dying my hair. Going to the museum. My anatomy scan of the baby. The tiring walks we take in the mornings before nap time. The desperate nap time car rides. Going to the YMCA for swim time. I’ve done my best to enjoy all the little things. Despite it all. Even the joy of getting a letter from my husband can make my day.

But here we are almost at the fucking end! I’ll finally have a little bit of sanity back. And hopefully some more information about the future.

I’ve really had to push myself so much these past few weeks. In a way I think it was totally healthy for me to have this time alone. SO much has happened the past two years it’s insane. I never got to digest any of it. The thing about having kids is, I don’t think you ever do. Everything is go go go until those really big moments happen where it all kind of hits you. Like when the Princess at her birthday party was “crowning” her an official princess and the fact that I’ve been holding this little girl for over a year hit me. I could remember her very first cry and how it made my heart flutter. That’s when it hits you.

Or when she’s sleeping and I get to just look at her peacefully and remember the sleepless nights on my end when we just brought her home. Nobody lies when they tell you enjoy every moment because it goes so fast. It does! It’s time consuming. It’s hard work. It’s never quiet. I guess on the rare occasion that it is, you can truly soak it in.

Being away from my husband forced me to take risks, do things I didn’t think about doing before, being more organized, on top of things. In control. I mean I think we spent the first 9 months of her life not having a clue how to do anything. She was the boss. There was no order at all and we were both a wreck on the inside and out.

I used to not go to the store alone with my daughter because I was afraid of this, that and the other. I also never took the car seat out by myself or knew how to install it. Didn’t like driving with her alone in the backseat. Was afraid to feed her real food instead of baby food I knew was impossible to choke on. All these fears I overcame! I stopped dreading mornings as much and instead prepping for them mentally.

Also I started to slowly but surely get rid of people from my high school off of social media which I know sounds silly but it gives me anxiety. However when I actually do it I feel so much better and don’t regret it at all. I’m rapidly approaching my mid 20’s and it really is time to let go of the past. I’ve had such a hard time closing chapters and realizing I’m in a new one. Social media makes it THAT much harder but I think it’s even harder to break from it as a whole. It’s just unrealistic since my generation was raised on it. It’s so ingrained in me. It’s much easier to just create a safer space for yourself than force yourself off of something that provides creative expression.

I genuinely enjoy MY OWN content I just get annoyed by others. I’m still healing and processing past events and relationships. But those things were real and deep so I need to be forgiving with myself about it. But I definitely have gotten to points in the past where it’s like all I would think about. Now I’m not allowing myself to have SO MUCH dwell time. I need to live and be present. But also gentle with myself as I dont have THEE most stamina out there. Like seriously. Catch me with dizzy spells all the time.

Another big thing I accomplished was changing my name (again) legally which was A PROCESS! I’m never changing my name again. Seriously it is not worth it. Props to my 21 year old self for doing the most and going knee deep with transition but JFC was it a mess to get out of.

This is such a long post but it’s been a long summer so far.

Anyways. When it comes to genders I’ve time and time again come back to the same conclusion that I’m just fluid. A few months ago I was very turned off my anything feminine and felt more masculine again but when I get into THAT mindset I’m very one track mind. Blinders on.

The reality is I’m capable of feeling feminine and being happy in it. Like currently I’m VERY femme vibes and I’m comfortable with it. I’ve found a happy medium. Will I ever grow my hair rapunzel long again and flaunt around like I’m a cottage core princess? No. That’s just not me. Ironically enough I love that aesthetic I just know it isn’t ME. I’m way more rough around the edges. And that’s okay. I’m learning to stop trying and to just BE.

I’m excited to see how my marriage will feel after coming back together. We weren’t in a super strong place a few months ago. I always knew we have a solid foundation but there’s always so much to work on. Most of it comes from the inside of either of us. There was so much lack of being people. I think most new parents go through that but nobody wants to talk about that.

The first year of parenting is supposed to be some magical quirky shit show that everyone has a good wholesome laugh about. When in reality it’s just a flaming messy shit HOLE that you laugh about otherwise you will cry about it. But you end up crying regardless.

Anyways. The bottom line is. I’m ready to fucking move on. Move OUT. And go forward. This is just a little mile marker for me to say “you did it! you got through those dreaded 8 weeks!”