#horrible fucking texter

[beefcakenpinkyring]

I often wonder why the fuck would a person choose to tie themselves down to one other human being in a way that looks more incovenient and uncomfortable than anything else from the outside. I always would try and remind myself of what I'd feel for my crushes to reason with my general disgust, but frankly, even those are passing. They're charming in their lack of incrimination. They're sexy in the unlikleiness of their immediate nakedness. They're desirable in their distance.

I thrive as a rebound, everyone knows this.

Tonight, though, I see it.

It's probably silly and just plain wrong, but romantic partners are for when your heart and mind burst with the urge to love.

Sometimes, like tonight, I am overcome with energy so soft and loving, so pressing and intense. Nothing fit for a platonic conversation. In fact, I start back up the blurriest of my friendships, pick up where I left with my last talking stage, harrass my best homies.

And yet none of that is enough.

I can't even pretend that it is what I crave.

I want to flirt, so bad, so unreasonably. No wonder people tie themselves down. No wonder people go out clubbing. No wonder people swipe on dating apps.

But I'll be honest ; this feels destructive by definition. It almost feels like a bipolar episode, manical and nearsighted.

If I had the slightest inkling that I would follow through with any advances I make tonight, I'd allow myself to venture, despite not having any set targets in mind, honest to God. But I can think of neither names nor valid ethical justification for any romantic beginnings, and for that, I shall log off messaging apps and go to sleep.

[buggybee48]

how long am I going to be left on delivered bc I couldn't be convinced to drive 3.5 hours to stand in line for 3 more hours, 2 days before the fact

[babygorewhore]

Logan Howlett SFW and NSFW headcanons

This will hopefully hold everyone over until I post my fics for Kinktober!

Warnings! Oral! Male and Fem receiving! Male masturbation! Cum eating! Age gap! Ass slapping! Implications of free use! Body writing! Brief and vague mentions of face slapping, scratching, other forms of inflicting pain! Bondage mention!

Logan is a horrible texter. He literally will respond with a thumbs up, liking the message or simply says “Ok.”

Logan has no social media, not even Facebook. But he is willing to take a selfie with you for your own Instagram. Sometimes, if he’s feeling nosy, he will look at other people’s on your account.

He wears glasses when he reads at night. You often gift him books and he appreciates it. It’s one of the things that calms his mind.

Logan loves spending time with you and physical touch. Those are how he shows his love. He’s not one for words but he adores wrapping his arms around you. Resting his head against yours and simply being in the moment.

He’s no stranger to a bad temper but I do believe he’d hate for you to ever see it.

Logan is very protective and he hates the idea of you ever getting hurt. Often slinging a hand low on your waist or hip in public.

NSFW

He’s a fucking freak. He loves receiving pain, mark him up, scratch him, slap him. He loves it. Logan also melts if you play with his hair.

Logan is a fucking brat tamer. You can fuck around and push his buttons for a while. But once he has enough? He will put you in your place.

He loves eating pussy. Had a rough day? He’s spreading your legs. Tired? Tongue fucks your cunt to relax him. Has a few minutes to spare? He has you on the counter with his head buried.

Logan would write above your cunt, “mine.”

He smacks your ass a lot. As you’re walking away. As he pushes you on your hands and knees. Or when you’re being mouthy.

Last but not least. Logan would jerk himself off while you’re knelt in front of him, tongue out and then make you lick it clean. With your hands tied :)

Tagging @xxbimbobunnyxx @marchsfreakshow @taintandviolent @starkeysprincess @userchai @justafangirls-blog @cxrrodedcoffin @nemesyaaa @oceanblvd111

Dividers by @saradika

[xxlady-lunaxx]

(DOMESTIC) SANEGIYUU HEADCANONS

Sanemi is ALWAYS the one cooking

I’m sorry but I can only see Giyuu fucking up scrambled eggs or something. Sanemi cooks (or bakes) like a professional

Giyuu having a bedhead (he’s adorable) and Sanemi waking him up by either:

throwing a pillow on his face

running his hands through his hair and a “good morning, shithead”

One or the other, no in betweens

Sanemi usually does the chores like laundry, cooking, etc (malewife<33)

Giyuu can do things if given clear instructions tho

Hmm showering together just as a habit

If either of them were mad at the other (or they js fought) before bed, they’ll probably distance themself on the futon

When they wake up they’re always cuddling though

ouugh yes they share a bed

(it was so awkward at first like “ok… i’ll have this side” but then they got comfy and steal each other’s pillows (so romantic smh))

Sanemi definitely holds a longer grudge

Giyuu gets upset if he gets ignore too long, though, and Sanemi eventually caves

Why do I feel like Sanemi would just take pictures or videos of Giyuu randomly

When he’s asleep, when he’s just woken up, when he’s eating, doesn’t matter

Because Sanemi’s in charge of meals usually, Giyuu only gets salmon daikon once a week (which is already a lot as is, but he begs Sanemi for it so…)

Sanemi used to braid/put up his siblings hair a lot and when the two are cuddling, sometimes he makes little braids in Giyuu’s hair, or pulls it up in a high ponytail (often Giyuu wakes up with braids and his hair gets a lil wavy when he takes it out later)

Giyuu’s the baby in the relationship you cant change my mind. He’s the little spoon; he’s being carried because he’s tired; he’s given breakfast in bed.

Sanemi honestly doesn’t mind (he’s used to this) but likes teasing Giyuu about it

Giyuu has a bow of Tsutako’s (he stole a spare) and wears it to formal places always. (job interview? bow. prom? bow. work? bow.)

Sometimes Giyuu helps Sanemi hang up the laundry but they somehow end up hugging always (Giyuu goes on the other side of the clothing line and ThEIr lEgS juST mOVed By THemSElf)

On weekends, when there’s nothing to do, Sanemi will just scroll through his phone and Giyuu watching TV

Giyuu can NEVER not fall asleep during a movie though. depends on the day but he’ll either fall asleep 20 mins in or half way through

Sanemi doesn’t really watch movies and just slowly turns down the volume then off to not startle him awake

I can see Sanemi just volunteering to babysit for their friends (for free<3) and just having a box full of children’s toys for when they come over

Giyuu once overfed a baby to near sickness (“I thought her grabby hands were for more :(“ - “YOU IDIOT, SHE WAS TRYING TO PUSH AWAY THE BOTTLE!!”) and was thereafter forbidden to care for the children (unless they were older than, like, 12)

After a stressful day at work, Giyuu likes flopping down on the couch and having Sanemi run his hands through his hair and hum a bit, maybe small talk

I think Giyuu is actually an open book and horrible at hiding his emotions (like canonically as a child he was like that, only the deaths changed him sooo) whilst Sanemi is better at hiding things

But like after years of living with Sanemi/js being with him, Giyuu has been able to see small telltales

When he’s lying, Sanemi’s eyes flick every so slightly away (so subtly that only a few have caught it before), when he’s upset, he’s a little clingier or his voice is calmer (though many people interpret it as tiredness), when he’s angry but trying to stay calm he’ll probably have a lot of clenched fists (his hand opening and closing x100) but behind his back haha

Why can I see them both as dry texters tho.

Giyuu tries to sound more upbeat by adding emojis/emoticons but overall it’s basically just “Ok 😁👍❤️😋😚✨🎆🎉🎊🎏🍩🔥” // 😭 yeah he doesn’t have a lot of people to text…

I can also see Sanemi being a little old fashioned in a way, idk… He knows perfectly fine how to use a phone and shit but for some time mostly sent letters (except for casual/small talk ofc)

ok that’s it i can’t think of anything else anymore!!

[weirdbookweeb]

Dean Wincester Headcanons

Once again: my inbox is open for heacanon requests for characters of all kinds <3

He is weirdly into wooden tones in houses. If he were to ever settle down permanently, he'd have to just live in a house with a lot of brown. It might be that he's lived in and out of hotels his whole life and just gotten used to it, or maybe it reminds him of the outdoors, or maybe it's just ingrained in him to like wood. But, bye golly, this man likes brown tones.

We all know this boy really likes meat and savory food. All-American, I guess. But he just loves the little caramel candies that you can find in most convenience stores and grocery stores around the country. He keeps them hidden around the car, where Sam can't find 'em, and when Sam is sleeping or just not paying attention he'll just pop one in his mouth and smirk to himself at his little secret.

He has seen way too many 2000s teen dramas to be healthy. And yknow what? He's pretty proud of how many he's been able to watch, considering his occupation and how sketchy internet can be sometimes. Piracy is a weak crime, in comparison.

He has a little notebook filled with all the alias names that he's thought of over the years, and he has stars next to the names that are particularly funny. Some of the funniest? Richard Hertz, Amaya Haywood, Walter Melone. (Some are more funny, but make so much less sense.)

Dean has listened to enough rock n roll that he has accidentally given himself whiplash before. Completely serious. He's confessed it to his s/o before— completely drunkenly and accidentally. He just loves to jam out and goes a little too far sometimes. He has since learned.

He learns how to be in a long term relationship before he confesses to his s/o because he doesn't want to screw things up. He knows how he is and doesn't want to fuck things up. He wants to make things last for this relationship and so he does the best he can to learn how to be in a long-term relationship before he tell you he loves you.

He is a horrible texter. The man cannot respond on time, doesn't know what autocorrect is, and will never ever use the proper emoji for anything. He prefers calling anyways, so you're never entirely sure if it's on purpose or not to get you to call him instead, but regardless he's a horrible texter.

[t1oui]

thinking about how living w regulus would affect harry like

he's such a fucking snob about everything. food, decor, fashion, you name it, he's got opinions on it.

he does ballet despite being the least graceful person on the planet. he's somehow pretty good at it, likely out of spite

speaks french

very much a cat person, has a cat named leo who is his baby

like yk how james and sirius are extremely codependent? that's how harry is w leo. both of them can not handle being apart from each other too long

reads a lot of stories

thinks seeker is the best quidditch position

on that note, lots of slytherin house pride. james hates it. harry refuses to put any gryffindor decorations up in his room

harry loves taking pictures just like reg so the house is filled with photographs

and ofc harry is snobby about what types of cameras he uses thanks to reg. james now just lets them deal with the cameras & photography stuff bc he's scared to get the wrong thing lol

harry is taller than reg but bc dysphoria all of reg's old clothes (like quidditch jerseys + hoodies and stuff) are his size so half his wardrobe is from reg's hogwarts days

definitely the type of guy to change his bedding & curtains & everything in his room based on the season. will anybody actually be in there other than him and his parents? not really, but he MUST redecorate

idk what this even means but snobby about candles. this is another thing james is scared to buy him

harry and reg speak french w each other more than english

since james doesn't speak french w harry (i hc he's only comfortable speaking it w reg) harry is used to having a conversation in two different languages so sometimes he'll be speaking french w his friends without noticing

he'll be in the middle of a rant and realize they don't understand a thing he's saying lol

reg and harry control the decorating for every holiday, every birthday, etc.

the one thing harry knows how to do that reg doesn't/reg didn't teach him is cooking. reg never cooked for himself as a child so james was the one who taught him

doesn't look like it most of the time but all of harry's clothes are very expensive... did i mention he's a snob

harry is such a dry texter/writer... he's such a dick about grammar when it comes to writing even tho he can barely string a sentence together when speaking

deeply sarcastic (look! a canon detail! we never thought we'd see that on this account, did we?)

will take his partners on the most expensive dates & whatnot like it's nothing... cedric the farmboy™️ is not prepared

writes sad boy poetry when he gets annoyed w someone... like harry will storm off all pissed and then he comes back 20 mins later with a beautifully written, very angry poem for whoever made him mad

has so many clothes & different curtains and bedding sets for different seasons that he also uses the closet in the guest room (reg takes up 99% of his and james's closet for the same reason)

has an inherent hatred of fake plants

bedroom is simultaneously tidy and so messy a hurricane might as well have come through

leaves a book behind everywhere he goes

secretly the worst sense of humor lmao

he may not have gotten his love of drawing/painting from regulus, but you def see reg in the way he is, you guessed it, a massive snob about art supplies

soooo indecisive. redoes his room at least twice a year

an asshole when he gets less than 10 hours of sleep... he's mildly tolerable after 3 cups of coffee (black, of course) but you might as well just ignore him until he gets a nap in

on that note is very good at making coffee and is, drum roll please, a massive snob about it. who would've guessed (somebody count how many times i've said snob in this post and comment it please and thank you)

if he doesn't like a gift he's horrible at pretending he's happy w it so people usually go through reg whenever they buy him something... this goes both ways too, people go through harry when buying something for reg

is visually james and lily's but in personality is really just reg's (and also lily's... he definitely inherited his spite from her lol)

is a crazy cat lady by age 20

at least 10 pictures of leo in his room... he has whole photoshoots for her and she poses for them

might as well not hang out w harry at his house bc he'll make out with his cat the whole time

loves going to art museums w regulus

he's a, surprise surprise, snob about art. james just doesn't comment on art altogether atp

his vocabulary is a weird mashup of french, english, and hindi that makes it very hard for anybody who doesn't know him well to understand what he's saying lol

looks angry until he smiles (he got this from lily but a life with reg has perfected it)

needs a golden retriever to his black cat in any given relationship (enter cedric and cho) (yes i'm going to push my rarepair on everyone reading this)

tl;dr being raised by/living w regulus has turned harry into a massive snob about literally everything and regulus is proud of it (blink twice if you need help, james)

[napakmahal]

A very random sad blurb. Hiro x reader. It’s sad but I’m actually kinda happy with how it turned out. Like I’m very okay with how I wrote this. Enjoy (please) pookies.

Every brochure and website you read about dealing with grieve says that it comes in waves or episodes. That it will wax and wane. In good there is bad and in bad there is good, there is no in between. There is no normal.

Grief is also really weird. You could be having a relatively normal day and see one thing that reminds you of what you’ve grieved and all of a sudden you feel like shit for the rest of the day.

In Hiro’s case, that was seeing the San Fransokyo ninjas poster as they were playing in their home stadium for the first time that season. Tadashi’s loved baseball and that was his team.

Up until that point Hiro had been having a semi-normal month. As normal as you can get being a teen superhero. But that stupid fucking poster came into his life like a truck and ruined it.

When you walked upstairs to visit him he was laying in the opposite direction on his bed. With his head on the foot of the bed and his legs smushing into his pillow. He was staring at the room divider that had been closed for the past few months that he didn’t dare open and was very defensive over people touching. Even his aunt.

“Hey,” your voice was soft and borderline coddle-ish. “Are you okay? You haven’t been answering my calls.”

Hiro’s a very good texter when he wants to be and he was always a good texter with you. Something was wrong.

Obviously lying and not bothering to convince you otherwise he just said, “I’m fine. Thanks though.”

You weren’t sure what you hated more. When he got angry about his grief or depressed. For the longest time if he’d go through one of those waves of missing his brother he’d be unnecessarily angry. Everyone was wrong and everything anybody did pissed him off. A grenade ready to blow at any moment. Your relationship really struggled during those times and he really was hard to deal with. But there were times like this. Where he could lay in the same position for days on end paralyzed by grief.

“Hiro.” You said in a warning tone. If he wasn’t fine why couldn’t he just say that? If he just wanted to be left alone he could say that instead. “You’re lying to me.”

He sighed, “I’m not lying.”

“Yes you are!” Your voice was raising. “We’ve talked about this like—a million times. You have to tell me what you’re feeling. This isn’t healthy.”

“As you constantly remind me.” His voice was dripping with attitude and tipping on anger.

You scoffed not exactly enjoying his tone. “Well maybe I wouldn’t have to remind you if you would just do it!”

“Oh my fucking god, y/n! I don’t need parenting, leave me alone!” He was shouting know, no longer depressed but angry.

You remember what your relationship with Hiro was like before Tadashi died. Still a little rocky because of his horrible and illegal not fighting habit but a million times better.

You raised your voice without really shouting. “Is that what you want? To be left alone?”

“Yes! I was want you out!”

You raised your arms and let them make a slap sound against your thighs. “Why couldn’t you just say that?”

“Because you make it hard.” He wasn’t yelling anymore but said it more with a whine and he dug his face into his hands.

You responded. “Hiro I really don’t think I do. I just want you to tell me what you want. ‘I’m fine’ is such a lazy fucking lie and I really wish you’d stop saying it.”

Hiro took a deep breath with his head in his hands before looking back up at you. He was crying of either sadness or frustration and anger. Maybe it was all of them. “You know what I want? I want my brother back, that’s what. I don’t want to feel this way and I want my life back. And I know I shouldn’t but sometimes I wish I’d just killed Callaghan when I had the chance. I want my aunt and my friends to stop pretending Tadashi never existed and I want you to stop acting like my therapist and just be there like a normal person. That’s what I want.”

You were speechless for a bit. What he said was revealing, raw, and a little hurtful. But it was real. It was the truth. How could you be upset? You begged him to tell you the truth, he did.

You paused for a bit but asked, “Do normal people give hugs?”

He stopped and sat up properly before gently nodding his head. You rushed over to him and practically tackled him in your arms and you felt him hug you back equally as hard.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered so quietly on he could hear it. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

He said nothing and just embraced you, tears falling freely now. Very rarely did Hiro just cry about how he was feeling but when it rained it poured. This was no exception.

When he did speak he just said, “I need you. Not the therapist you that uses words like trauma-response. I need you. I want you here with me.”

You rapidly nodded still hugging him so tight as if you let him go he’d vanish into thin air. He needed you. He wanted you. So you promised him with total sincerity, “I’m here, I’ll always be here.”

Tadashi’s gone. No science or technology could do anything about that. If it could Hiro would have tried it already. You couldn’t do anything about that. But what you can do if just be there when he inevitably falls and succumbs to the grief of the tragic and untimely death of the person who practically raised him. All Hiro can ask you to do is be there, and although the can’t fully comprehend the afterlife he knows that’s all Tadashi wants too.

[bluebayousblog]

RUMOR HAS IT (pt. 2)

(Drew Starkey one-shot)

This is not a full on story but if you want more l'll be happy to add on upon request

Plot: in which drew and isobel address a false rumor in the most abstract of ways

Setting: a week after what they did on her couch

Disclaimer: Isobel is an OC, 18+

TABLE OF CONTENTS:

PART ONE

PART THREE

Drew wasn’t ever going to be able to get the thought of it out of his head. As soon as the image was conjured in his mind, it hadn’t faded away at the slightest.

He and Isobel’s bodies melded tightly against the other as he took her against his mattress. It was a pleasant thought, so much so that it roused a longing in his lower abdomen whenever visions of her perfect body crossed his mind.

Drew didn’t think he’d ever thought about fucking one girl so many times in a week, and he hadn’t even really touched her yet. Making the simple thought of kissing, which was one of the few things Isobel let him do, all the more easier to daydream about.

His entire body buzzed when he felt her soft, buttery lips against his for the first time. Her touch and smell suffocating all of his senses until he was completely consumed.

A week had trekked by, and no matter the situation the thought of her under him crossed his mind until his eyes glazed over.

During his finals.

On the treadmill at the gym.

Chapter for his fraternity.

Dinner at the house.

It especially raced around in his head when he laid it down on his pillow at night. In the past he had girls that at the time he thought he was dying to fuck, but the idea of crossing boundaries with Isobel intensely lingered like the aroma of smoke. Or in his case—Isobel’s musky, vanilla perfume.

There were things he took note of about Isobel in the past but now he was appreciating everything about her in a completely different light. From the way her long, black hair framed her face to how pink and soft her plump lips always looked.

She was so kissable, Isobel as a whole was the most kissable thing he’d ever laid his eyes on. He wanted his mouth on every part of her body until his nerves could register just where his lips were grazing even with his eyes closed.

Drew had been texting her throughout the week which was different for them. The two didn’t text despite knowing each other for years, they would interact only when they ran into each other. He kept the messages clean regardless of the intrusive thoughts in his head wanting to possess his thumbs.

Talking to her more only made him want to be around her more. Isobel had never been on his mind this much without her being in his immediate presence, and he was itching to touch her the longer they were apart.

Isobel was extremely busy this week as it was finals and she was extremely overwhelmed with her course load. It also didn’t help that she’d made out with her childhood friend on her couch the week prior. The girl loved to study on that couch, but her memories of Drew with his tongue down her throat haunted her until she was zoning out for thirty minutes and wasting precious study time.

The library had practically been her second home for the week where she could focus and not get sidetracked by her less than pure actions. Of course, Isobel hadn’t let Drew fuck her the first chance he got, but they were pretty close to it. It took every restraint in her body to just keep what they did light and playful, but with the way his gaze penetrated that wall she tried her best to keep up she almost folded.

She hadn’t seen the boy since but he’d been consistently texting her while she tried to do her best to respond with all the shit she still had to complete. She was already a horrible texter, but it was in no comparison to how bad it was at the moment with Drew. She felt bad leaving his messages unanswered for hours, especially with what just happened between the two.

And if he cared about her poor messaging etiquette she couldn’t tell at all. Despite the delay in her responses he still quickly responded to her. The light conversation was nice, it had always been endearing to know he was thinking of her.

I want to see you.

Drew texted the girl he couldn’t seem to wipe from his conscience. He held off all week from asking knowing how serious she took finals, but the week was coming to the end and he figured he’d try his luck.

I’m at the library sorry.

And no you can’t join me, Drew.

He bit his lip as he read over the messages loving how assertive she was, fully knowing he wasn’t going to stop at no. He could practically hear the sound of his name rolling off her tongue, her tone bleeding through the screen.

That little act would suffice, if he could just see her for a moment and hear her voice he could live off of that for a day or so. Drew knew he was being incredulous, but Isobel was a happy little pill and it felt like he was experiencing the early signs of withdrawal.

Why not?

You’re going to distract me, that’s why.

Isobel reluctantly answered Drew knowing it would only fuel his large ego. He obviously had her heavy on the brain, and if his thoughts were any similar to hers she had a good idea on what him distracting her would entail.

She had no idea if they would ever be able to hangout platonically ever again. They’d completely defaced that label. She wasn’t sure she was ready to give that part of their surface level relationship up—if she was willing to submerge in intimate relationship with Drew.

She was intrigued by the idea of the two messing around, but anxiety swarmed her at the uncertainty of it all. Isobel already wasn’t sure she was ready to jump into another relationship, and she definitely didn’t know if she could handle Drew being her next love interest.

Take a little break, Izzy, I can be outside in 2 minutes.

In spite of her internal trepidations, it also didn’t take much for Isobel to give into Drew, hence how easily she let his hands roam her body last week. A few minutes alone with him seemed well worth it compared to her inevitability zoning out and thinking of him.

Okay, but just for a little.

Drew wasted no time getting into his truck and speeding over to the campus library about two miles away from his apartment. He should be embarrassed at how eager he was being but the emotion never passed him, not when the destination led to Isobel.

He felt a pull towards her, one that he was realizing had always been there just not as prominent. He’d found the secret pathway to nirvana, and it had been right in front of him all along.

There was something endearing to him about knowing Isobel for the better part of his life and suddenly being affectionate towards her. It made everything with her feel fucking unreal, like every time he reached for her body, or simply driving to her, he was just a step away from home.

As soon as Isobel slipped out the building doors she saw his shiny new black truck pulling up beside the curb. She quickly jogged over to the vehicle, the chilly weather only pushing her into the vehicle faster.

Drew immediately reached over the middle console and pulled the handle to the door as he pushed it open to let Isobel in. “You didn’t even let me text you I was here, I would’ve came in and got you.”

He watched her as she plopped in her seat teeth noticeably chattering before leaning her face down to her thighs and squealed. Drew couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched her suffer from the low temperature and turned up the heater for the girl.

Before he could even lean back in his seat she’d already leaned over the console and wrapped her arms around his neck, cuddling his warm body in a haste. The skin to skin contact of her face nestled against his neck made his skin vibrate in content, so much so his eyes could roll to the back of his head.

“Little eager aren’t you, Izzy.” Drew teased her, rubbing his hands up and down her sides to warm her up some. He knew from years of being around her at family gatherings that she got cold easily, so when it was this nippy out she was miserable.

Isobel groaned into his skin in response, she wouldn’t be able to speak until her jaw thawed from what she just walked through. It was nowhere near as chilly when she’d gotten to the library earlier today, but she couldn’t stay in her apartment any longer.

She groaned again thinking of how easy she was, she’d left her apartment so she would stop being hit with memories of Drew only to be cuddled up in his car with him and freezing at that. “I’m freezing my ass off, Drew.”

“Now you know I can’t let that happen.” Drew continued to joke moving his focus to her back and rubbing her there.

Isobel rolled her eyes at him with a pout and pushed him off of her before leaning back into the passenger seat. “You’re annoying.”

One thing she knew for sure about Drew was that he could annoy her beyond lengths. When they did give each other a time a day at his parties he made a mission to get on her everlasting nerves. Interrupting her conversations with her friends, making fun of the guys that would walk up to her, and just saying the most immature shit he could think of.

Besides the fact that they felt no need to constantly be around each other before, she had no idea how a fiber of her being could be attracted to him.

“Okay I’ll stop fucking with you, but remember you’re the one who told me I couldn’t come in the library.” He smirked and wrapped his hands around the both of hers to warm them up, her fingers felt like little tiny popsicles in his grip.

His sweet gesture instantly made her melt, she’s never seen him like this. Sure, he was always with a girl most of the time but definitely wasn’t holding their hands cause they were fucking cold. She liked that he was showing her a different side of him, no matter how intermingled it was with how irritating he could be. “Doesn’t matter now I’m fine, you’re not going to ruin the library for me too.”

Drew’s eyebrows furrowed at her words, she looked slightly guarded but he couldn’t miss how her eyes scanned his body, probably thinking he wouldn’t notice, but he noticed everything she did these days.

Then it dawned on him that what they did in her apartment the week prior had left an impression on her, and it relieved him that he wasn’t the only one who couldn’t get it off his mind. He was extremely confident in his flings and relationships, but Isobel was quiet and quick to withhold her thoughts which intimidated him. He definitely did not want to push her way by moving too fast.

She was like Fine China and he’d hate to squeeze too hard and shatter the beautiful glass.

“Are you saying you can’t study in your apartment because of what we did together?” He inquired despite already knowing her answer.

Her ears felt like they were going to burst into flames and fall to ashes on her lap. He was simply asking her a question, but coming from his mouth the impact was so much more than the intent. It felt as if anything he said in context with the two of them streamed into her ears as a sensual prayer.

She knew she could deny it and save herself the embarrassment from the subject at hand, but something about Drew made her want to woman up. As much as she liked him taking the initiative it was nice to also catch him off guard. “Yeah and I can’t trust you to keep your hands to yourself in there.”

“Very funny.” He grinned at her. One of his hands leaving hers and gliding up her arms until it reached the soft skin of her jaw, grasping it in his finger tips, just admiring her beauty. “You know you’re doing the same to me, you just sitting here in my truck looking gorgeous is all I’ll be able to think about while driving now.”

“-I don’t trust myself either.” He admitted.

Isobel’s hair was thrown back into a pony tail, her fly aways curly against forehead making her look more adorable than she usually does. Her dark, chocolate eyes were drooping telling him she was tired and all he wanted to do was take her home and sleep the rest of the day away with her.

How had he not ever gotten lost in her beauty before, in those inviting eyes that sometimes revealed a little more than she was willing to say. He was slowly figuring out how much he liked a girl who found other ways to speak besides their mouth cause it could be so much fun getting it out of her.

Isobel drew her lip into her mouth, biting it as she watched him stare at her in awe. She never knew someone eying her could turn her on, but here lied Drew. It was the way he looked while he did it. Face titled forward so his eyelids were slightly hooded, eyes dark and pupils obviously dilated with a slight smirk resting on his lips. He visibly liked what he saw and she couldn’t get enough of it, especially coming from him, someone she thought could never want her in a million years.

“You want something from me, Izzy?” He questioned with a teasing tone. His finger now at her chin as he pulled her bottom lips down with his thumb breaking the seal of her lips before letting it pop back to its original position only torturing himself in the process. “Tell me, Iz.” Drew whispered, stealing her attention as the sound of her zipper filled the air. He stared straight into her eyes as he slowly unzipped her jacket, the familiar sound somewhat pleasing against her ear drums.

When he was done he leaned toward her, pushing the material down her shoulders finally looking away to watch his own actions, he wanted to take her in even if it was just her arms. His mouth was adjacent to her right ear as he gazed over her shoulder down her clothed back. He wished to grab her wrist and press them against it and take her mouth, but he would wait, like a dog waiting for its owner to give them permission to feast. “Tell me and I promise I’ll give it to you.”

His scent was absolutely deluding her sense of reason, completely altering her brain chemistry or she swears she would’ve answered him by now. Getting back to the library in a timely manner was long an afterthought and all she could think of was the way his soft lips felt against the shell of ear.

“Kiss me.” She finally sighed out.

A moan escaped her lips when one of his hands wrapped around her neck just below her jaw as he stared into her eyes one final time before claiming her lips as his. He kissed her like he was starving, and that he was after not having seen her in days. Isobel kissed him back as intensely as he did her, fully matching his need, his desperation, his passion.

Drew couldn’t describe the buzzing in his gut when she let his tongue enter her warm mouth, making him feel closer than ever to her. A deep moan left his throat, causing goosebumps to scatter her skin in response. Hearing a man vocalizing his pleasure was something she wasn’t used to, and Drew was only making her become obsessed with the concept. “Fuck, you taste good.” He mumbled against her lips as he stopped for a breath.

“Thank you, Drew.” She whispered back only pulling another groan from his chest. He obviously had a name kink, if he wasn’t calling her by that Godforsaken nickname from when they were younger he was spazzing from the girl simply uttering his.

And though she hated the name Izzy, she couldn’t help how it made her feel when it left his lips. That sensual tone lace within his voice as he teased her with his words. She wouldn’t know how her body would react the next time he called her by the name in front of family.

“Come sit on my lap, Iz.” He breathed when he retracted from her and moved his seat back all in one motion.

He didn’t touch her as she moved over the console and placed her thighs on either side of his lap. Swallowing the moan that was threatening his vocal cords as she sat her clothed cunt right against his bulge. Drew was the most turned he’d ever been his life, hard as a rock and all they’d done is kiss. If she let him fuck her tonight all he would do was embarrass himself and waste both of their times.

She sat their eyes low, but pupils dilated, taking him by surprise when she wrapped her arms around his neck and pecked his lips. He followed her mouth when she tried to pull away like a desperate animal, only breaking the kiss when she giggled. “What Drew?”

His dick couldn’t help but jump at his name on her lips, the poor thing was probably leaking at this point. It was like the object of his wet dreams, of all his deepest, filthiest fantasies that could make him cum in his pants was sitting right on his lap.

“Just want you to know you don’t have to thank me every time I give you a compliment, you know?” his hands were still by his sides not touching her at all, he was afraid of what he might do, and from there how quickly he would cum. Asking her to sit on him was most obviously not the best idea but he just couldn’t help himself. He could only hope Isobel was as turned on as he was, if not more. He just wanted to whisper the nastiest shit into her ear until all she could do was squirm in his lap, “Like when you eventually let me eat you until you cum on my sheets, and I tell you how good it tastes I won’t need the gratitude.”

Drew choked as she whined out like a fucking dog at his words, her body lifting and falling back down on his dick as she no less than humped him.

He’d just completely set her off and Isobel didn’t know what do, she felt like she was in heat, completely out of control. All she could do was reach for his big hands and place them on her thighs, guiding them as she ran them up and down her body. The feeling of them only making her rock her hips into his in a slow rhythm, and she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to stop.

“Fuck, Izzy, you gonna ruin my pants again, hm?” He egged her on despite the sticky predicament he was dangerously close to being in, but all he could think about her losing control and her using his body as an anchor.

Isobel quickly shut his mouth, switching her pace as she leaning against the steering wheel and slowly ground herself onto his prominent erection. They both watched with pants as she dragged herself back and forth on his hard cock, completely suffocating it over his sweatpants.

He couldn’t look away, like it was the beginning of him being hypnotized by her pussy, but he’s not sure even the holiest man would be able to look away from what she was doing. Drew’s head was clouded, eyes probably completely blackened from lust until a feeling coiling at the pit of his stomach reminded him of why he was trying to shift focus away from himself. This was the last girl he wanted to cum prematurely in front of for obvious reasons including the fact that they sat in front of each other at holiday dinners every year, but his internal struggle didn’t stop her from dragging her wet cunt once more against him. “Izzy, you’re gonna make me fucking cum-“

The words flew out of his mouth before he could stop them, he couldn’t help it, the fact that it had been no more than four minutes of her grinding on him not mattering one bit. She didn’t seem to hear him as she let out another whine against his neck quickly speaking after him, “I want you touch me, please, this isn’t enough.”

Her hips stopped their movements, but his continued to push up against her, his cum more than ready to pump out of him. Drew’s hands grabbed her ass, pressing them both down until they were flat on the seat and his hips were no longer stuttering against her gaining some control over himself. “Fuck, turn around for me, please.”

Isobel didn’t object at all as she turned around in his lap, her back now against his chest. She could feel the pounding of his heart pass through her, matching hers perfectly, easing her nerves. Isobel was a relationship girl, only one other guy had touched her intimately like this, and she wasn’t expecting a guy she’d known since she was fourteen to be next.

“I’m not gonna strip you down cause I know you gotta go back and study, Izzy.” He grumbled in her ear. His fingers played with the hem of her leggings for a moment before slipping in but staying outside of her underwear.

He cleared his throat at the feeling of her wetness immediately meeting his pointer and middle fingers. Her panties were completely soaked serving no purpose in containing all that leaked out of her. Isobel’s head knocked back onto his shoulder when he began to rub her clit over the material, saliva pooling in his mouth as she rolled her hips up onto his fingers. It was a fucking sight to see. “That feels so good, Drew.”

“I’m making you feel good on your study break, baby?” Drew muttered against her neck as he kissed the sensitive skin and enjoyed this view of his hands in her pants. She quickly nodded in response, cursing when his fingers dipped down and pressed into her slit, her panties stopping them from entering her.

The fact that they were in front of an academic building on a weekday didn’t hold any importance to cross either of their minds. It was dark and the windows were tinted, but anyone who walked up could make out that Isobel was spread eagle with his fingers shoved between her legs.

“You’re teasing me, I want them inside me.” She demanded still trying to push herself against his hand for some type of relief.

All Drew could do was relent, there was nothing sexier than a girl telling him what they wanted, and he wasn’t sure he knew how to say no to her at the moment. He swiftly pushed the material covering her cunt to the side and slipped his fingers into her suffocating warmth.

They both moaned at the feeling simultaneously, she was in a bliss while Drew imagined himself inside of her. He delayed pumping into her as he just moved his fingers around, curling his knuckles and pushing up against the top of her canal, stripping a squeal out of her. Then he was thrusting his fingers in and out of her, severely knocking the breath out of her lungs.

He wanted this to last forever, her writhing uncontrollably from his actions, but he also wanted to bring her to ecstasy. He knew she would look gorgeous, and when it happened he hoped the image burned in his head so when he closed his eyes it was the only thing he could see.

Isobel’s head was craned upwards toward Drew’s, their tongues rustling as he fucked her with his fingers, she could feel her arousal getting everywhere as he pumped in and out of her. She was getting close and it was like all her body knew to do when she was extremely turned on was rub herself on him.

“Are you about to cum, Izzy? Your pussy’s pulling me back in itself, I’m not even doing anything, so fucking tight I’m gonna get stuck.” Moans were leaving her lips in an embarrassing chant when his thumb rubbed her clit again, prompting her to push back against him as her hips rolled. Drew wheezed at the feeling of his dick right between her ass cheeks, he was going to cum this time and with Isobel on his lap and drunk on pleasure he wasn’t going to be able to stop it, “Fuck, Iz, you want me cum for you?”

“Drew, I’m fucking there, fuck!” Her body stiffened at his filthy words, her mouth falling open against his as pleasure shot through her body, cumming all over his hand. There was nothing she could do but roll her hips as wave after wave hit her like a brick wall, unknowingly milking cum out of her Drew with each roll of her body.

The two fell quiet as they waited for their breathing and heart rate to slow. It was comfortable silence. She wanted more of him, she didn’t want to separate, like if she got back in her seat she would only freeze again.

“Drew.” She whimpered before pressing their lips together again, the tone in her face revealing her need for him.

They’d somehow made whatever was happening all the more intense and that much harder to resist. They’d strayed miles from the line of friendship in under an hour.

He played with her clit some more as they kissed for a few more minutes not tiring of it whatsoever, but Drew knew she had to study. He pulled away from her lips with a peck, removing his hands from her leggings so she could get back in her seat.

Isobel was fixing herself up in the mirror, reapplying lip gloss and smoothing down her ponytail just in case.

“Damn, you taste good, Iz.” She’d stuck one arm in her coat before looking over to see Drew slumped in his seat with his fingers shoved in his mouth, sucking her arousal off of them with his tinted eyes on her.

Her first instinct was thank him, but she stopped herself as she just blushed at his words.

CLICK FOR PART 3 <3

[astraystayyh]

SAHAR!!! I know you don't really know me and we don't really talk, but you were one of my biggest motivations when I was first getting into fic writing and I was hoping that we could start talking a little more haha (no pressure ofc)

but I wanted to hear your thoughts on detective!hyunjin because a bodyguard!Lix fic is currently rotting in my drafts and I was thinking about making a spin off for hyunjin because he is the detective in that series and he is so fine—

LIKE LOOK AT THIS MAN!!

WOULD HE NOT MAKE THE BEST DETECTIVE?!?!

haha but yeah its going to be an enemies to lovers story where they are trying to catch the man who killed his sister (the plot twist is crazy) she ends up getting a lead on the case and having to be forced to work with eachother... and nobody falls in love of course

haha yeah feel free to ignore this ofc I was just curious and kinda wanted somebody to talk to about my brain rot <3333

(also your newest fic?!?! beautiful. no words. deserves to be published.)

hiiiii cookie please feel freee to always come talk to me!!!! im a horrible texter 😭 but im always here if u wanna talk especially if u wanna BRAINSTORM AAA IT’S MY FAV THING!!!!! detective hyunjin sounds so good!!!! that man is actually smart, silly, but smart ID LOVE TO READ IT. and it’s enemies to lovers??? sign me up!!!!!!!!!! that actually sounds a bit like the plot line of this turkish series i watched which was PHENOMENAL so im even more excited now :,)

and thank youuuu <3333 i’m so happy you liked my new fic and im so so so honored that i inspired you to start posting?? thats so fucking crazy to me hello!!!!!!!!!!!!! i hope you keep on writing for as long as it makes you happy, and i hope it makes u happy for a long time :)

[meownotgood]

thinking abt drunk texting aki like heyyy what are you up to. but he’s just down the table at the same work function, also drunk. he does text back hey. and also that he wants to fuck you. before he passes out cold on the table and you have to drag him to a cab - 🍊

aki is an absolutely horrible drunk texter. like he normally never texts you, he prefers to call, and when he does text, he keeps his messages extremely professional and brief. it doesn't matter how long you've been acquainted, he still manages to text you like he's writing an email. so once his messages go incoherent, you know he's most certainly drunk.

and unfortunately for him, aki is also both a horny drunk and a sleepy drunk. he'll text you:

aki: u shoud come home wirh me, you look so beuatiful tonight.

aki: beautiful

aki: wanna fuck you really badlt righr now

and you know if you manage to keep him awake for the whole trip home, and then for long enough to get the door open, the minute you get inside, you've got about ten minutes with him before he passes out, dead asleep right into your arms.

[blooming-violets]

🌡️

P.P being sick (and needy possibly?)

We all know Peter becomes a needy baby boy whenever he has even the slightest snivel

He needs you to take care of him. Well, he doesn't need it, but he highly requests it. It starts off with a call in the morning after you text him your usual 'good morning' text.

Peter's more of a caller than a texter because he likes to hear your voice and doesn't have the patience for texting. He'd rather word vomit everything on his mind out loud to you. This morning is a little different. The call starts with heavy breathing followed by a gross coughing fit.

"Save me," the gravely voice croaks on the other end. "'m dyin' over'ere. Come to me. Hold me. Help me. I can see the light. 'm goin' into the light."

"Is this about cold from yesterday, Peter?"

"No...maybe...yes...but, I swear, I see the light. It's callin' out to me. Quickly. Come pull me back from it. This cold has mutated. It's become a beast. Takin' over my whole body. Can't function anymore. SOS. Save me. Please." -cue more horrible coughing-

"Drama queen."

You pull yourself out of bed and get ready to head over there anyway. Peter might be the world's biggest drama queen but he's extra sweet when he's sick and you don't want to miss out on that.

His apartment is really bare. He's been living here for a year and still only has a mattress on the floor for a bed. There's not even a fitted sheet on it today. The man is a mess. A pathetic mess and you take pity on him.

"Alright, Parker, get up. I'm taking you back to my place. I have some leftover dumpling soup I can make for you and a bed that doesn't look like it belongs in a crack house."

You help bundle him up like he's a toddler in need of assistance. He insists on wearing a beanie and scarf even though it's warm out. You don't fight him on it.

He moans and groans the entire way back to your apartment despite it only being a few blocks away from his. You hold the big baby's hand and drag him along behind you.

Back your place, he collapses into your bed and almost immediately starts snoring. He can't keep his eyes open. Didn't even take his shoes or jacket off. He's more sick than you thought so you let him rest.

You tuck him in, doing your best to wiggle him out of his outside clothes, and take his temperature while he sleeps. It's high but not dangerously so. You let the baby sleep which ends up being most of the day.

By mid afternoon, you decide to wake him to make sure his brain is still functioning and hasn't melted into goo from the fever.

He wakes up covered in drool and snot, his eyes are all crusty, his mouth is dry, he doesn't know where the fuck he is. He's groaning and unable to form words. His hands keeps sticking to everything like it's the first time he gained his powers all over again. A DISASTER BOY

"Where am I? Waz happenin' who's there? 'm Spider-Man, I can fight ya....'m so strong..."

You shush him, rolling your eyes, "Yes I know. You're a big, strong super hero. It's just me. Calm down. You're sick. And kinda gross. You don't smell great."

You roll his ass into the shower, letting him get cleaned off and refreshed, while you heat up some soup.

He's more coherent when he comes back and smells nice so that's a plus for you.

You spent the rest of the evening eating your soup, curled up in bed with him, and watching a movie on your laptop.

Peter refuses to let you get out of the bed for anything. He doesn't want you to leave his side. He has you wrapped up tightly in his arms as he dozes off and on.

And even though he feels like a giant, feverish heater attached to you and you're getting sweaty and will probably get sick in the next few days, you let it happen.

If you end up getting sick then he can repay the favor of getting to dote on you the entire night.

Make sure you give him all the kisses all over his fevered face so you can watch his half asleep, lazy smiles and listen to his little grunts of approval.

Because even in his sickly sleep state, he loves and craves your attention.

[ofallthingsnasty]

theres something very sexy about controlling yanderes for me ngl☝🏻in real life it's an insufferable toxic trait but in fiction???? YUMMM

terrible men who controls every single aspect of my life down to what I wear to how many people I'm allowed to have contact with IF I'm even allowed to have contact with other ppl!! molds me to fit his exact standards and expectations, even if it means I have to reshape my entire personality, change the way I speak, the way I walk... a dream, honestly

btw I love your content and if youre ever interested I have an adult only one piece server with a lil space for dead dove talk <33

Haha yes, it's nice to dream a little sometimes 😭💕 With how fucked the housing market is right now, I might as well get cozy in some obsessed weirdo's basement and play perfect spouse for them (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡) (especially when they're abnormally tall and just ooze evil)

!!! Omg that's so kind of you, I'm glad you like my ramblings!! As for discord, I am unfortunately the fucking worst at texting/keeping up with chats - I've tried multiple discord groups over the years and unfortunately due to time zones and me being a horrible texter, pretty much every single server saw very little of me 😭 I add like... -10 value to groups, it's that bad, I'm so sorry 🥲

[tmc-notimetolive]

hello! different random texter here. call me Johnny (not related to the cat, actually) for now, uh, I like Dr. Pepper! even if the question wasn't exactly directed at me.

'nother question! (I swear I'm not the FBI for asking this btw.) where are you and Adam at the moment? are either of you seriously hurt? and have you considered throwing that TV out the window or maybe just. putting it out in the hall. I feel like that would be a good idea.

[ Jonah makes a sort-of twisted face of confusion. Oooo...kayyy...? He shrugs, deciding to say fuck it and indulge this person. However suspicious it may seem. Horrible name timing... ]

ok..? um. we're defintely somewhere safe. other than our sanity, we're fine. the tv is unplugged too RN

[ Fuck- Right as he sent it– ]

*definitely

[ He quickly sends the follow-up message correction right after. He's never the best at spelling, ]

[cryptke]

help a girl out babe

i went on a cute little coffee date with this guy and we talked for like almost 4 hours. i asked him the first time and asked him again that same day about going out again, and we made plans to see each other this weekend.

this dude is either or horrible texter/communicator because every time we talk, i’m initiating and if i didn’t, we simply wouldn’t talk. either way, he hasn’t come up with an excuse to not see me this weekend, but the no texting thing is actually driving me insane for no reason 😭

and i know it was only a first date, but idk man i feel like we really hit it off and i can’t decide if he fucks with me or not, either way my mindset rn is go on this second date, hope for the best, and if he doesn’t ask me out this time imma just cut my loses

Some people are genuinely bad at communication. It totally does not necessarily mean he's not interested. At the same time though, if you're in a position where you even have to wonder an intention like that, it pretty much in and of itself answers the questions you have. I have this mentality (not that it's relevant to my current situation) that 1. if he wanted to, HE WOULD! & 2. it literally takes 10 seconds of effort AT MAX for someone to pull out their phone and message you. so if you're being ignored by them for whatever reason, you should consider if you're being shown respect or not. and u alwayssss leave a situation where u are not being shown proper respect. (especially when it's from a man.)

[returntosaturn271995]

April 18th: Totally fricken’ pissed

Trying to be funny but today is absolute bullshit. There’s a child screaming nearby like the world is ending and I appreciate his honesty. 

Things that shouldn’t have me enraged but somehow have me insane 

1.  ChicExecs took my 10 page presentation and never emailed me back. I added a negative review to Glassdoor (among many already there) and somehow that just made me angrier?

2. My interview (the third one) with Diff Eyewear was disorganized and I felt like the execs were sexist despite reaching out to me on Linkedin. GOD. Job hunting is bleak. 

3. Marvelous Mrs. Maisel hasn’t been good since season 2

4. Pretty sure Effexor withdrawal gives me vivid nightmares and night sweats. 

5. Now that Scott’s back in Austin he never reached out again. Which is weird because he basically wanted to marry me before. I guess pussy power is about proximity.  

6. James hasn’t reached out since our date last week. After all the stuff he said about being in to me. Maybe he’s just a bad texter because he’s always been like that but still. Am I allowed to be angry? Why does this make me like him more when two weeks ago I wasn’t even sure if I was that crazy about him?

7. I got drunk and sent my college roommate a nice text wishing her well on her engagement. Ugh I’m lame. No, she did not respond. 

8. Kate’s had a dude here for two days straight and he keeps using my and Hannah’s bathroom. He goes through toilet paper at an alarming rate. He’s either buidling a mummy costume or Kate’s dating another dude who lives in his van. 

9. Kara Godfrey. She’s just a shitty friend. And she reminds me of a lot of shitty friends. So I project a lot of anger at the idea of her. Sara sent us both a text today, which was actually very sweet of her. I’ll try and focus on that.

10. Is it me? Why does it feel like it’s me? And why hasn’t therapy made me less annoying yet? I know I’m supposed to FEEL better, but I would sure love to be treated better and somehow deemed lovable. All this anger is more perceived rejection than anything else. So maybe it’s a good sign it pisses me off. Because honestly I’ve been working hard on myself goddamnit. I’m having my back here. 

11. I was pretty shitty at yoga today. Maybe I’ll give it another shot now that I’ve hopefully journaled a chunk of my crazy out. 

12. Once James messaged me and said “Why are you acting like a stranger?”. When he was the one who hadn’t reached out after our first date. 

13. I still haven’t made the goddamn smoothie I promised myself I would make. I bought the ingredients Saturday. Maybe I’ll put on a murder podcast and TRY. 

14. I was reading about Joe Biden and his first wife died in a horrible car crash right before Christmas that also took the life of his daughter.  Yes, it was 50 years ago. Yes, I already new about this. But now I’m downloading his autobiography and just lamenting the fact the BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO GOOD PEOPLE AND DONALD TRUMP GETS TO DO WHATEVER THE FUCK HE WANTS.

15. Made the mistake of thinking too long on my walk home about a guy who took sexual advantage of me in college and realized that’s why I can’t stand soccer outside of a Ted Lasso episode. Idk why this is under the Mrs. Maisel season and yoga, but it is. 

[funeraldoomed]

you know what. im gonna stick with having fictional relationships in my head