#where's my girl where's my girl where's my g-

[jiinxswife]

Jinx x fem!Reader NSFW alphabet

Trigger warnings: smut. Wtf did you expect from a NSFW alphabet? Image of hickeys on h

Thats my first time writing smut, I hope it doesn’t sucks completely-

A- after care

Cuddles, lots of cuddles and reassuring words, some teasing too

B- boundaries

I don’t think jinx has many boundaries, she was to try a bit of everything. I think the only things she wouldn’t be up to would be to be tied down or have a roleplay or something related to her hallucinations

C- cum

Jinx is definitely a squirter, her cum is lightly pink, like her tears. She makes a mess and won’t quite admit it, but likes to see you lick her clean

D- dirty secret

As mentioned on jinx’s relationship headcanons, she stalks you, Convincing herself that is to keep you safe. I also think that sometimes, when she’s on a longer mission or just wants to be well, horny by herself, she steals and gets off with some of your used panties yes she will hint you about it, no she will never admit, yes she does that to get your attention

E- eating out

If she’s eating you out, get ready for the most sloppy, desperate and whiny oral ever. She’s messy and desperate to make you feel good, she basically just laps at your folds, doing her best to get an orgasm out of you

F- favorite position

It really depends. If she’s using a strap on you, I think she’d like doggy style because of the wonderful view of your ass it gives her or missionary, because she loves to see your expression, same if you’re using a strap on her, I think that she’d like for you to see how good you’re making her feel. About orals, if she’s receiving, any position where she can tug at your hair, and if she’s giving, any where she can look at your face

G- goofy

Really goofy most of the time, some jokes and teasing, if you want her to shut up, you better keep her mouth busy

H- hickeys

Gives you hickeys all the time, I think that she’d give you hickeys that form a drawing, like a heart on your boobs or a “J” on your stomach

Something like that 👇

I- intimacy

Tells that she loves you at least once or twice; although she expects you to say it a lot more

J- jerk off

I think that she does that from time to time when she’s alone for long periods of time and gets bored. Don’t think she masturbates much without you to at least watch she likes the attention

K- kinks

I think her biggest kink is the praise kink, maybe even food play, like dropping chantilly on your boobs and licking it clean and I’m not sure if that’s a kink but she’d 100% draw on your naked body

L- location

Her bedroom or workplace. Principally against her messy workbench or on your shared bed

M- motivation, what keeps her going

Uh. Praises, praise her and she can go as long as you want. If you want to turn her on, just wear her stuff and kiss her neck

N- no

Will never ever consider a threesome or polyamorous relationship, if you ever even suggest, she will get pissed. Also a big no for “disgusting” stuff

O- open, how open is she for new people?

Completely closed, and you are too

P- peace

Idk man, she goes however she feels like, she’s a jinx, she’s chaotic, she will be fucking your brains out and then she will go slow and gentle

Q- quickie

Not the biggest fan, but it’s nice when she has to go to work or take care of isha and you two don’t have much time

R- risks

Girl, she’s definitely into public teasing. She will shove a vibrador down your pussy and walk around Zaun with you, teasing and making fun of you all the time. Will do that around everyone, poor Sevika, who gets traumatized once she understands why you’re sweating so much and so pissed off and whiny her only exception is Isha. She won’t do something like that around the kid

S- stamina

Has a lot of it, don’t expect her to get tired easily, once she starts, she wants to keep going forever

T- toys

Doesn’t lets you buy any, if you want one, she can make one herself! Expect it to be completely personalized so even if you decide to get off without her, you will still think about her

U- uuuuu- UTEASING (yes, teasing now starts with u)

Teases you a lot. Like, a hell lot, generally ruins your orgasm at least 2 times before actually giving it to you

V- volume

Loud. Really, really loud. Wants to make you see how good you make her feel, why would she hide if from you?

W- wet, how wet does she gets?

Really wet, and easily wet. She doesn’t touches herself much, nor had someone to do that for her before you, so her body almost craves it, she’s easily wet. Really wet

X- x-ray

Her clothes are short, you can see almost everything- matching, infantilized panties and bra. I think she definitely has a pair of ones with her favorite animals-

Y- yearning

Depends on the situation, place you’re in and mental health. In good times, generally three to four times a week, in bad ones, once a month

Z- zzz

Depends on the stage of the relationship. If the relationship is new and she doesn’t really feels secure, she will only fall asleep after you, once she trusts you more; you will find yourself cleaning her limp body as she snores softly

[blkbbyprincess]

turn up the temp! arcane!vi x blk!reader nsfw

vi likes a girl with a mouth on her; a girl who knows her way around some pussy.

a girl who has the ability to pull a variety of enticing sounds from her throat, leaving her with a sore one after she’s been eaten sloppy.

a girl who's got it all figured out and knows exactly what she wants from you and how she’s gonna get it; with experience of course.

that particular girl would be you.

the same girl she was currently snickering under the covers with in this bastardly wintery weather; all cuddled up on each other like penguins trying to keep warm and prevent catching a cold or worse.

if someone happened to see you two right now, it would be a good laugh; a great one even. it was almost ridiculous how you and vi were quite literally spooning each other trying to get some kind of warmth.

“your feet are freezing you fucker, get em off me” vi giggled.

you’re no better; your hands are freezing my back, you know that? you shot back with a sneer.

“how the hell else are we supposed to warm up if the air conditioning is jacked? i’d like to hear a better suggestion, genius.”

“i meannnn, there’s always one way we both like.”

so there you were, licking at vi’s clit from under the covers with two fingers in her vagina; opening and closing them in a scissoring motion to better stimulate her.

“-fu-fuckkkk, that’s it babygirl.”

Her voice quivered as she struggled to stay silent, desperate not to create enough noise to provoke the neighbors into beating the door down again. but it was nearly impossible to hold back when she was experiencing head of a lifetime.

she often found herself curious about where could you have possibly learned how to eat pussy like this?

she hoped and prayed it was only because of an overwhelming amount porn or something; because if she were to find out another girl had experienced this that she was feeling; she would surely die.

she quickly brought her hand to her mouth, letting out a sharp gasp as your tongue found her g-spot. waves of pleasure surged through her, and she could already sense her climax approaching, even though barely ten minutes had passed.

she was trying her best to hold out for you, because in all honesty, as much as she loved when you ate her out; she hated cumming first; and as slick as you were, literally and figuratively, you made sure she wasn’t able to touch you.

but you never noted anything subconsciously about not being able to touch yourself.

your poor baby was getting so pathetically vocal; it was starting to arouse you to the point where your pussy was painfully throbbing; so you did what any desperate woman would do, and reached back and began to work your fingers into your sopping cunt.

“ohhh s-shittt, i love when you moan in it cupcake, keep doin’ t-that.”

the relentless sounds of your and vi's heavy breathing and moaning made the space beneath the comforter feel like it was comparable to hell itself.

the smell of sex filled the room quicker than a freshly lit joint; and that says a lot about how busy you and vi were getting down. you wanted warmth for the winter, and boyyy did you get it.

it got so intense that the heat was making you nauseous in the head; dizzying, almost as if you had popped a damn 30.

(i cant help but make drug references what can i say i’m a weedhead lol.)

“i-i can’t much longer vi, i-i’m about to-.”

you were trembling in your legs, doing everything you could to hold back from finishing before her. but after all the time that passed since you last hooked up, it felt impossible to resist at that moment.

“it’s o-ok cupcake mmmh me too, cum with me?”

in that moment, both of you reached a simultaneous release, resulting in her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, an arm draped across her forehead, while you fell beside her in exhaustion.

vi shook herself out of her long, totally inappropriate thoughts and tossed the comforter off both of you, flinging it as far as she could to the edge of the bed.

“feeling a little warmer now?” you poke, with your face planted in the sheets; sounding a little muffled.

“on fire cupcake, on fucking fire.” she said contently, wiping sweat beads off her cheeks; reaching over to wipe yours off your neck.

about thirty minutes later, you two were back snuggled between one another, watching “orange is the new black” comfortably until hearing a loud sound that resounded a switch being flipped from outside your apartment and a humming noise leading afterwards.

you both ended up ignoring the noise until you felt a change in temperature a few moments later; finally realizing what the noise from earlier was.

that noise was the fucking heating system up and running again.

[nodoubtily]

MMMM THE WAY-

Fuck. The way I’d actually showcase my cunt to him.

TW:// smut so mdni! Switch!Sunoo x Switch!Fem!Reader, p in v, dirty talk, degrading as fuckkkk, possessiveness, talks of edging but not really detailed, not proofread as this was written at 1:11 am. UPDATE: proofread at 3:28 am

Not your fucking good boy.

“Please-“ he begs, his hands scrunching the bedsheets because you so cruelly won’t let him touch you. And normally he’d be a brat, but he actually wants to fucking cum.

“I don’t know. I feel like you can beg better then that.” You giggle, so happy he’s under your control. “You wanna cum?”

That question opens up a barrage of frustration-filled cries of desperation.

“Yes, oh god- please!” He begs as your hand speeds up around his shaft again before quickly letting go completely, denying yet another orgasm.

“Not good enough. Do you not want to cum? You don’t want to finally release?” You’re laughing, feigning a shocked expression.

“What do you fucking think?” His question stops your wrist moving, but he doesn’t really flinch. Instead, his larger hand grabs your wrist and flings it away from his cock, before moving up to your arm as he manhandles you under him. He straddles your stomach, annoyance covering his face. “Asking stupid fucking questions as if I haven’t been begging.”

He grabs your (his) shirt, pulling it off your body. Thankfully, you’re only wearing panties under, so your pretty breasts are on display. He then moves off you, ripping your flimsy panties off. You, out of instinct, go to close your legs when he wrenches them open, sliding himself in between, his hot throbbing cock resting on your clit.

“Sunoo- you’re not being a very good boy-“ your breath hitches as he slowly starts grinding over your crotch. “Right now.”

“Do you really think you’re in the position to say shit like that? I suggest you keep that dirty mouth closed before I put it to good use.” And for some reason, that shuts you up.

Sunoo pulls back far enough where his cock doesn’t touch your folds, until his fingers spread you entrance wide. With a quick thrust, he slams his dick straight in, quickly bottoming out. You exhale a whine elicited with pain mixed with pleasure. He just straight up groans.

“S-sunoo!” You gasp out, adjusting to him.

“Fuck, how is this pussy still so tight?” His voice is laced with whimpers he’s not afraid to let out.

“M-move.” Your hips don’t even get the chance to create fiction until Sunoo lowers, one hand clamped around your throat while the other comes to your face, fingers mushing your face as he stares into your soul.

“You aren’t making decisions anymore. All you can do now is lay here like the obedient slut you are and take my sensitive cock. It’s your fault I’m like this now.” After that, he begins moving, hips thrusting in short sharp japs, the sound of skin slapping against skin quickly filling the room. “Edging me, trying to make me beg as if I’m your fucking good boy.”

“You ar-are.” Your voice cracks, airway limited due to his hand grasping your neck like a necklace.

“And yet you’re not my good girl, are you?” The question irks you, wondering the last time Sunoo was like this. One particular thrust sends desperate vibrations straight to your pussy, clamping your walls tightly around his cock. “Fucking hell.” A breathy moan escaped from his chest. “This fucking pussy- is mine. All. Fucking. Mine- oh fuck.” Every word is followed with a hard thrust, jolting your body. “Who’s pussy is this?” He asks, feeling you squeezing him, signalling you’re going to cum shortly.

“M-mine.”

Sunoo stops moving, taking away the warm pleasure that’s been building. “Say that fucking again. I dare you.” His voice sounds dangerous, and you know better then to egg him on more. So you stay silent. That wasn’t going to suffice him either. “Who’s. Pussy. Does. This. Belong. To?” Short stabs abuse your g-spot. Pride and wanting to cum fight, but the latter wins.

“you. This p-pussy is yours.” More whines escape from Sunoo’s throat as he continues to relentlessly pound into you.

Sunoo scoffs. You went from smirking to begging quickly. “That’s right. Mine.”

@jyikeu THANKS FOR THE IDEA POOKIE

[ellehoops]

21 WIT NO KIDS

bitch bad no kanye

prelude.

“come on, g, you haven’t gone out in so long! show that sexy ass off.” gwen’s friend, jackie, was begging her to go to ted’s tonight. she had so much homework to do and she had to edit the girls media day photos but shit, jackie’s shrill voice makes her just want to slam her head against the desk.

“fine, let’s go, fuck.”

the blonde hopped up and ran to the brunette’s closet. “you should wear this, you look so hot in jeans. like for real your ass in denim is crazy.” jackie paused, holding up a low waisted denim skirt. “are you listening?” gwen’s head shot up from her phone, “yeah.”

in a short while gwen was stuffed into a skirt and a ‘going out’ top as jackie called it. she watched from the bar as jackie did awful kanye karaoke. gwen spotted a few familiar faces, a few girls from her photography class, some football boys, some girls from the soccer team whom she’d taken photos for.

“gwen!” a voice rang out beside her, a bubby (tipsy) kk arnold stood, smiling at her. kk was always the nicest to her, all the girls were extremely nice but kk was persistent, gwen was a closed off person. kk always tried to break down her walls, getting the other girls to celebrate gwen’s birthday or get her a christmas gift or inviting her to friendsgiving, which gwen always refused.

“hey, kk, how are you?” gwen smiled, her tooth gem winked at kk in the dim lights. kk hopped on the bar stool beside her. “you know, good. geno’s up my ass, but what’s new.” kk took a sip of her drink.

“yo, pause.” a blonde slung an arm around the shorter girl. paige smiled and nodded at gwen. “hey, gwen. how you been, ma?” it was no secret that paige thought gwenyth was hot, the girls teased her about it all the time but paige wasn’t embarrassed. nah, anyone with eyes could see gwen was sexy. from her silk press to the chunky hoops and bangle bracelets to the dermals in her hips that were always on display with her low waisted pants.

paige stood, abs on full display. her black cargos hung low, showing the calvin klein boxers she wore. her white crop top rose a bit as her arm was up over kk’s neck. “i’ve been good, p. how about you?”

“oh normal shit.” paige’s phone dinged, tearing her gaze away from the gold navel piercing. when her gaze returned her pointed to it, “that new?” gwen touched her stomach and looked down. “oh, nah, i just don’t wear it often.”

kk had looked at paige with narrowed eyes. “paige, why don’t you invite her to sit with us?”

paige elbowed kk in the side making her yelp. “you, uh, wanna sit with us?” gwen raised one eyebrow and put her tongue in her cheek.

“fuck it, sure.” gwen said as she looked behind paige and waved to the team the was sitting in a booth in the corner. they all scrambled to look like they were doing something other than staring at paige and gwen.

gwen brushed by paige and walked to the booth, “vodka soda, will you?” paige chuckled and smirked but still watched her walk away.

“stop looking at her ass, perv.” kk rang out, making paige roll her eyes.

“bro, i wasn’t.” paige said before buying a dirty shirley…and a vodka soda.

“you’re her bitch.” kk teased before she walked over to the booth where the photographer and the basketball players were laughing.

when we do it, we do it our way

i honestly kinda was gwen for myself…. but if you don’t want your fmc wtf r u doing fr. hope you enjoy my loves

[unknownperson246]

a/n: How about modern axl rose x fem reader where they make a baby pretty hard i know but then like it's starts by then looking at baby clothes and she's like omg those are so cute so they make one

Hiii here ya go! Hope you enjoy it honey 💋💋

Modern Axl Rose: In the Stall:

Words: 797

Warnings: *smut* *exhibitionism* *p in v* *breeding kink* *hair pulling* *fingering* *teasing*

✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:*

You were looking at baby clothes in the baby section. The aisles were filled with baby things. Pacifiers, diapers, and toys. You were in awe of everything and wanted all of those things soon. It was uncomfortable that there were so many things to choose from. At the moment it was obvious you weren’t going to buy it. Axl was in another part of the store looking for duct tape for a box so he could return a jacket that was too big for him. He strolled down and caught you looking at the baby clothes. 

“Hey honey is everything okay?” He asked you, looking at your solemn face. 

“Yeah, it’s just these clothes are so cute.” You said letting your face express again with a smile.

Axl thought this was adorable and it turned him on. He had always wanted kids but he wanted to perfect himself first so his kids wouldn’t have a terrible childhood. He was finally ready after seeing you like this. 

“How about we make a baby?” Axl had whispered in your ear. 

His deep raspy voice took over your emotions and it made your pussy wet. Axl abandoned the shopping cart and took you with him. He carried you to the girl's bathroom without a care. He locked the bathroom stall. 

“I bet we can make a cute baby right here,” Axl growled. 

The air filled with anticipation. You started to take his clothes off. 

“I want a cute baby with you honey.” You chuckled.

You finally were happy that Axl could see what you wanted. Ever since the start of your relationship you always saw him being a kind man. He was certainly wild back in the eighties but he changed. 

“I want to ruin your innocence and fuck a baby into that sweet little womb of yours.” Axl had put his hands on your lower belly. 

 “You already stole my innocence darling.” You laughed at his cocky words. 

“But I like the sound of that.” You mumbled while you kissed him.

His clothes were torn off before you said more words. He pulled your skirt down. You saw him put two fingers up inside of you. You were upset that he was teasing you. You did not react to the feeling of his long manly fingers inside of your sensitive body. 

“Axl honey, why don’t you start already?” you whined.

“Aw, is this little brat getting impatient?” He chuckled as he continued to glide his pointer and middle finger inside of your cunt.

“You're not getting what you want until that attitude of yours is fixed.” Axl had said with a laugh. 

“Please Axl” You moaned with teary eyes.

He finally couldn’t take your whining. He shoved his big cock inside of you. 

“Couldn’t be patient huh?” He pulled your hair with his one hand while fucking you. 

He went slowly to tease you. His other hand was placed firmly onto your hip. You were trying everything to make him go down on your pussy rapidly. You rammed his body into yours so he would go faster. You felt him inside of you hitting your g-spot over and over again as his cock slid up into you. You let him go as deep as he could. 

“Axl I feel like I’m going to pee” Your eyes were glued shut as you squealed.

You squirted all over his cock and his stomach. You purposely tightened your pathway around his dick. You felt his member pulsing with the need to come.

“Please come inside” You moaned to him in a demanding tone.

“You're going to have to work for it honey,” He said, teasing you once again. 

You started to move along with him and your lips instantly fell to his pale shoulders. You let his hands slide up to your tits so he could squeeze them. He finally let his warm seed coat your womb. As he came you held on to his shoulders.

“You’re going to be such a beautiful mother.” Axl kissed your cheek after he said these long-awaited words to you.

“You're going to be a wonderful father honey.” You said to him, continuing to hold his shoulders. 

Your legs were shivering and trembling from how fast he had fucked you. Other women in the bathroom could hear what was going on with you and Axl and screamed in horror several times.

“Now let’s grab some of the baby clothes and let me run a nice hot bath for you once we get home.” He had said with his raspy voice helping you put your skirt on. 

You had helped him put his clothes on so you could hurry up and leave the mucky bathroom stall. 

His voice made you want to fuck him all over again. 

[sabsberries]

manners - h.s.

summary - Harry teaches his girl the importance of manners

w.c - 803

warnings - smut, swearing, use of y/n, the usual blah blah blah

“Don’t stop, I’m so close. Harry,” Y/N moaned out, her fingers tightening their grip on Harry’s curls as his tongue dove into her pussy. “No, no, no, no.” She chanted, her head lifting up to stare down at him. “Why did you stop?

“Where are your manners? Huh? Here I am, on my knees eating your pussy, and all you do is boss me around? Good girls use their manners. Do you know what good girls get when they use their manners?” Harry asked, his fingers digging into her thighs and hips, and his teeth nipping at the plush of her leg.

“What?” She panted.

“To cum. Do you want to cum?”

“Please Harry. So bad, I need it so bad. I need you so bad. Please just make me cum.” She whined, her fingers digging into his hair and pulling his head towards where she needed him.

“I think you can do better than that, darling.”

“Harry please. I’m fucking dripping for you. I need you so bad, please, baby.” She cried, her hands grabbing his to put them where she needed them most.

“There we go. There’s my good girl.” He smiled, his tongue darting out to lick from her hole to her clit, before his lips encased it, sucking harshly.

Y/N yelped, her spare hand dropping to the mattress below her, and her other tangling itself into Harry’s curls, guiding his head.

Harry’s left hand reached up, his middle finger sliding right into her, his index joining shortly after, before curling them up inside her, reaching around for the spot he knew made her go wild.

“C’mon, darling. I know you can do it. Let me see your pretty pussy cum for me.” His lips dropped back down to her clit, his eyes looking back up at hers with a small grin on his face.

Y/N’s back arched off the bed as she moaned out Harry’s name in a chant, her fingers clenching and unclenching in a fist in his hair, and her other hand reaching up to squeeze at her tits.

“Harry, baby, please. I’m so close.” She whined in a high pitched tone, her legs attempting to close against Harry’s tongue’s assault on her pussy.

Harry’s spare hand pushed her legs back down, before kneading the supple skin of her inner thighs, fingertips dancing around the softness.

With his mouth sucking her clit just right, and his fingers curling up into her spot inside her, Y/N couldn’t help the loud moans escaping her lips, begging for him to let her cum.

“I know you can do it, Y/N. Cum on my fingers like the good girl I know you are.” He sighed, pressing gentle kisses around her cunt before diving right back in.

“Fucking- Fuck! I’m cumming,” She yelled out, her hips grinding up to Harry’s face in an attempt to ride it. Y/N couldn't help the tears escaping her eyes as she felt the coil deep inside her belly finally snap as her orgasm washed over her.

She was encased in pleasure; from the tips of her toes to the top of her head, her whole body was ignited with the feeling of Harry. His pace never slowed, his fingers continuing their thrusts and curls, and his tongue continuing to trace figures of eight along her as he coaxed her through it.

“There we go. What do you say?” He teased.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” She mumbled, her hand dropping from his hair to his hand to hold it, seeking comfort from him. Harry didn’t stop, though.

Infact, his tongue sped up and his fingers’ thrusts got stronger and stronger, massaging her g-spot once again.

“No, Harry please. It’s too much, I can’t.” She whined, her legs attempting to close at the overstimulation.

Harry finally slowed down, pulling away from her after a few gentle pecks to her clit, before crawling back up her body and collapsing on top of her. His mouth attached itself to hers softly, a shocking difference to the roughness of the way he kissed her cunt.

“Taste so good, I just can’t control myself,” He mumbled against her lips, his tongue reaching out to brush against hers, before they pulled away. “I’d eat you out all day if I could.”

“Feels so fucking good.” She giggled, her hands locking behind his head. “You alright down there?”

“Just give me a minute.” Harry closed his eyes and turned his head to the wall next to them, mumbling something about sandwiches and pimples for a few moments until she felt the hardness of his dick on her thigh slowly go down.

“Really?”

“It worked, didn’t it.” He grinned, his eyebrows raising for a second before his mouth dropped down to slot back into place with hers.

[malikat24601]

“Man, I was really hoping to make some sales today,” he groused, tried to make it light in the face of his three freeloading friends. “I didn’t see any of my regulars, where the fuck is Hagan? Where is…” Billy Hargrove. Eddie shuddered, distaste at the thought of him. Hated the guy for his notoriously bad temper, his swagger and the way he thought he owned the place from the second he rolled into town. He hated the way Billy’s California blue sky eyes looked at him, always watching, predatory and hungry in a way that scared Eddie. But Hargrove was always good for it, he always paid for what Eddie carried in his beat up old lunchbox — double, if Hagan was with him, not batting an eye when Eddie upcharged Tommy just because he could.  “He graduated, man,” Jeff said, gentler than it warranted, but then they’d all been careful of the G word around Eddie after last year and his second failed attempt to escape Hawkins High; they were good friends, really, beneath it all. “He wouldn’t be caught showing his face around here anymore.” “Oh,” was all Eddie could think to say, bitterness clawing its way through his veins. No sales, no Hargrove, even he could graduate, leaving Eddie to sink further and further into the bottomless pit of despair that was Hawkins.  “Hargrove is still around,” Gareth mused. “Bet you could find him hanging out in the woods. I heard some girls talking today about how he likes to party there away from all the ‘prying eyes of this bitch ass town.’ Pretty sure he’s not afraid to go in there.” The table went quiet in the face of the woods no one went into anymore. They smoked, lost in their own thoughts. Eddie bit his lip, willing his heart to stop beating so loudly at the mere mention of it. He swallowed, put on a brave face, a wide smile.  “Well, if the woods are good enough for my finest customer, then they’re good enough for me,” Eddie said, pulling himself up to standing and bowing low over the table. “That, gentleman, is what’s called customer service, and I am nothing if not here to serve.” His three bandmates stared back at him owlishly, their faces showing varying degrees of surprise to anxiety to fear. Eddie bit back his own nerves, gathering his things and making to walk away into the trees.  “But,” Gareth started, face pale beneath his freckles. “Those are the Beast’s woods.” “Cannot a beast be tamed?” Eddie posited, winking back at Gareth who looked miserably unsure as he watched him go. “Don’t worry about it, Emerson, I’m not afraid.”  With a flourish, Eddie spun on his heels and stepped into the shadow of the trees, the little picnic table and the faces of his friends almost immediately fading from sight. He was afraid, just not of the town gossip that had sprung up around the place four years earlier, claiming the woods for one man only, the most popular boy in school — a cruel king, the Beast, they called him, a title he had more than earned in his time. Eddie didn’t care about all that, he’d never been high enough on the social ladder to earn either the Beast’s attention nor disdain, and besides, he’d heard that Harrington was washed up now, anyway.  Nobody knew that the real thing haunting these woods wasn’t a man, it was memory.

Wild Rose 🌹

A Modern (86 Baby) Retelling of Beauty and the Beast

Coming soon!

[allthingsfangirl101]

A Little Over Protective Part 2 – Gary Johnson

Part 1

After I finally told Gary about Peter, he refused to let me go to work. He ended up calling into my work this morning, claiming that I was throwing up all night. We spent the entire day coming up with a plan. Gary wanted me to quit my job. I wanted him to trust me.

I spent the entire day with his arms wrapped around me. Whenever I stood up, Gary jumped. I couldn't even go to the bathroom without him panicking. That night, we had a long talk about me working around Peter. It took me promising him that I would text him all day, call him as much as I could, and I'd let him know if Peter did anything before he was okay with me going to work the next day.

I woke up the next morning to Gary's arms wrapped tightly around me. I looked over my shoulder to see him cuddling into me. I gently started to get out of bed but laughed when he didn't let me.

"Gary," I whispered. He just moaned. "Sweetie, I need to get ready for work."

"No," he pouted as he cuddled into my shoulder.

"Baby," I sighed.

"You can't go to work if I hold you hostage," he said in a sing-songy voice.

"Gary," I said, "we talked about this."

"I know," he said, sitting up and pulling me with him as he leaned against the headboard. "That doesn't mean I have to like the idea of you going."

I leaned up and pressed my lips to his. Gary deepened the kiss as he laid us back down with him hovering over me. He broke the kiss with a soft moan.

"I love you, baby girl," he said. "I just want to make sure you're safe."

"G," I sighed, sitting back up. I made him smirk as I straddled his hips. "You have always made sure I was safe. Even when we were kids, you protected me. Remember when we were eleven and you found out I walked home from school? You started walking home with me."

"And knowing that you're going to work where you will possibly be in danger makes me feel like I'm failing."

I gently grabbed his face, rubbing his cheeks with my thumbs. "I am not going to be in danger at work, baby."

"You work with a guy that won't leave you alone," he said, looking deeply into my eyes.

"Yes, but I come home to a man who loves me and won't let anyone hurt me," I reworded. I leaned in and kissed his pout. When we broke the kiss, he sighed.

"Fine," he gave in. "But I want to know the second he looks at you wrong."

"And what?" I teased.

"And I will set him up for hiring me to kill your boss."

* * * * *

I walked back to my desk after my meeting to see Gary leaning against it.

"There's my girl," he smiled as he walked over to me. Before I could say anything, he wrapped me in his arms and kissed me.

"Gary," I said, pushing him off of me. "I'm at work. What are you doing here?"

"What?" He laughed, wrapping his arms back around my waist. "I just wanted to take my girl to lunch."

"Baby," I sighed, grabbing his arm and pulling him to the break room. "I know that you're worried about me being here with Peter walking around, but I'm careful. Whenever I see him coming, I go the other way."

"That's not how it should be," he said, pulling me into his chest.

"Gary," I started.

"You shouldn't be scared to come to work."

"I'm not," I tried to reassure him as I pressed my hands to his chest. "I promise, baby. I'm not scared to come to work."

"I don't like the idea of him hovering around you all day."

"Baby," I soothed, "I promise, if something happens, I will run to you right away. I'll leave work, find you, and run into your arms."

I felt him let out a sigh of relief as I wrapped my arms around him. He instantly wrapped his arms around me. I looked over his shoulder to see Peter watching us. I turned my head and cuddled more into his chest.

"You said something about lunch?" I asked, trying to get him out of the office before he saw Peter.

He pulled out of our hug and gently kissed me. "Lead the way, gorgeous."

Gary's POV

Even though I told Y/N I was fine with her going back to work, I wasn't. Every day I kissed her goodbye, I wanted to hold her so she'd never leave. I wanted to follow her to work, punch Peter in the face, and take her home. I hated the idea of my girl working with someone who made her feel uncomfortable.

If that bastard touches my girl, I will make sure that Y/N never works again. Instead, I will spend my entire life supporting her.

I sat on the bed and watched her get ready for work. She walked out of the bathroom and grabbed her jacket. I jumped up and grabbed her wrist, stopping her before she could leave.

"Would it be too ridiculous to ask you to quit?"

"Gary, we've been through this every day this week. . ."

"Look," I sighed, "I'm not saying this because I'm not proud of you. I am. I just don't like sending you off to work with this creep."

"Gary, sweetheart, you have nothing to worry about," she chuckled. "You come by every day and take me to lunch. With that and my schedule, I'm never in the office anymore."

She stood on her toes and kissed my cheek before heading out the door. I spent the rest of the day, researching a new client, but my mind remained on my girl working with her stalker. I found myself constantly checking the clock to see when it would be acceptable for me to take her to lunch.

As soon as it was reasonable, I grabbed my keys and headed to Y/N's office. I walked through the office, smiling and nodding at the few people I recognized.

I was just about to head to Y/N's office when I saw him. Unable to stop myself, I walked over to him.

"You must be Peter," I said through my teeth.

"Yeah," he smiled cockily as he held his hand out for me to take. "The one and only. And you are?"

He gasped when I grabbed his hand and gripped it too tightly. "I'm Gary, Y/N's boyfriend."

"Oh," he said, his voice getting caught in his throat as I kept my grip on his hand.

"She tells me that you're not leaving her alone," I started to threaten him. "I don't like creepy guys not leaving my girl alone."

"All I do is ask if she needs help," Peter dared to shrug. "I'm the temp. It's my job."

He gasped when I pulled him in and got in his face. "Maybe I need to say this again," I seethed. "Leave my Y/N alone or so help me, they'll be needing a new temp."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Did Y/N ever tell you what I do?" I smirked.

"No," Peter mumbled.

"I hunt people down," I said, lowering my voice. "And if you do not leave the love of my life alone, so help me, I will hunt you down. And if you ever cause any more bruises on her perfect body, no one will ever find you."

"Gary?"

I turned around to see Y/N standing in the doorway, holding onto the strap of her bag tightly.

"Hey, gorgeous," I smiled. I walked over and pulled her into my arms. She gasped when I pressed my lips to hers and roughly kissed her. I broke the kiss and turned toward Peter.

"I have good news for you, baby."

"What?" Y/N asked.

"Peter is going to leave you alone," I said, glaring at him.

"I never. . ."

I moved my jacket aside, causing Peter's eyes to bulge out. "I mean. . . I will never bother you again, Y/N. I'm sorry."

He turned around and quickly left the break room. "Okay," Y/N sighed as she pushed me off of her. "What the hell just happened?"

"Nothing," I shrugged. Y/N's eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms over her chest. She stepped closer to me and moved my jacket.

"Gary!" She gasped as she quickly recovered my waistband with my jacket. "What is wrong with you?! You brought your gun to my office?!"

"I wanted to make sure Peter left you alone," I shrugged. Y/N studied me for a minute before slowly shaking her head.

"You know how when we first became friends I said that I loved how protective you are?"

"Yeah," I elongated as I wrapped my arms around her waist.

"I change my mind."

[poledancingdinos]

Hostile Territory - Chapter 30

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Leah Coleman)

Word count: 3K

Warnings: Angst

Catch up: Series Masterlist

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Day 754

After surviving his second Colorado winter, Sy was impatiently waiting for summer to arrive. The temperature was still a little too cold to spend a casual evening outdoors without an extra layer or two so when Sy had been invited to his buddy’s place with strict instructions to bring a bathing suit he had almost thought the guy was fucking with him.

As it turned out, the man’s property had a large hot tub that could easily fit eight people with more than enough room to cozy up with a guest. The entire back deck had clearly been adapted for the changing seasons. It was covered with roofing panels to protect from the elements, removable plastic sheeting was hung all around to cut the wind and there were lights and space heaters above the table where they’d had supper.

The first half of the evening had just been Sy and a few of the guys from base. Once they’d finished eating and had played a few rounds of cards, Lyle’s girlfriend returned with six of her friends in tow, including Strand’s girlfriend.

The mood changed after that. It wasn’t surprising that a few of the girls were obvious tag chasers. Not that the guys minded the attention. Strand, who was apparently completely at home at Lyle’s place, pulled out a game where teams took turns guessing movie titles based on either a sentence, a word or some sort of miming.

Considering Sy was behind on nearly every single aspect of pop culture imaginable, he was absolutely terrible at it. It was a relief when one of the girls announced she was going to get changed to get in the hot tub.

“Me too,” Lyle said, letting his girlfriend pull him up. “The DOMS are kicking my ass.”

That made two of them and it was partially Sy’s fault. There was hardly a spare moment where he wasn’t training as of late. Lyle found him in the gym two days before and had made the mistake of trying to keep up with Sy’s insane workout. Leah’s absence from his life was becoming more and more difficult to deal with. He missed her and he dealt with it by pushing too hard at the gym day after day then going on runs with Aika when he got home.

She’d been down exploring the yard most of the evening but had returned when she heard the unfamiliar voices. Sy just hoped that the abundance of people cooing at her around the table would be enough to keep her from jumping in the hot tub with him.

“Your dog is so cute,” a girl named Lacey said, lowering herself down in the corner opposite from Sy and dipping her legs in the water. “Is she a bomb dog?”

“Na, she’s all mine,” Sy answered, cracking a small smile at the way Aika sat at attention, watching him even while Strand stroked her head. It was a good thing Leah had insisted on the importance of the ‘stay’ command.

“I thought you said he’d gotten her back from Iraq last fall?” Michelle asked Lyle over her shoulder.

Lyle leaned back, stretching an arm over the edge of the hot tub and keeping the other on Michelle’s hip under the water. “He did. She was a stray.”

A chorus of awws sounded from every girl present.

“That is so sweet.”

“You think that’s sweet, Lacey, wait until you see the Instagram page he made for her.”

“O. M. G!” Lacey squealed, immediately lifting her phone and typing in the username Michelle recited.

Sy’s brothers had been the ones to set up the account for Aika so Leah could see all the things they got up to. Considering that they had been his first two subscribers, he had his suspicions that it hadn’t been an entirely selfless act. He didn’t go so far as to write captions as if they were from Aika’s point of view but he did occasionally stage pictures specifically to be able to share them.

“I’m getting another beer,” Lyle announced. “Sy?”

“Sure.”

Michelle slipped off Lyle’s lap, scooting closer to Sy.

“So where’s your girlfriend tonight?” she asked, too low for the others around them to hear. Three more people had joined them in the water, their laughter more than loud enough to cover up their conversation.

“I ain’t got one.”

“I call bullshit.”

Sy couldn’t help but smirk at the spunky retort.

“Do you now? Why is that?”

“Because Lacey has been literally freezing her double Ds off in the hopes that they would catch your attention and you haven’t so much as glanced her way. You’re either taken, a monk, or you play for the other team.”

It was then that Sy realized that Lacey was indeed sitting almost entirely out of the water in only her bikini. A bikini, which, after a second glance, Sy determined must have been about two sizes too small. Despite the best efforts of the men on either side of her, her attention drifted to Sy every few seconds.

“Why can’t it be none of the above?”

“Is it?” Michelle challenged.

Sy didn’t answer, choosing not to confirm nor deny what she had already figured out.

“So why are you pretending to be single then?”

Having only met her that night, Sy couldn’t be sure whether Michelle was fishing for gossip or genuinely interested in the answer.

“I’m not. It’s… Complicated.”

She raised one eyebrow, clearly waiting for him to continue. Sy considered his words for a long moment. Lyle’s girl obviously had a nose for bullshit that could rival a bloodhound’s but he couldn’t risk giving her so much of the truth that Lyle would be suspicious if she ever brought it up to him.

“She’s not ready to make anything official so, in the meantime, I’m tryin’ to show her that I’m serious about commitin’ and not fuckin’ around.”

Accepting that answer with a small hum, Michelle leaned over the edge of the hot tub to refill her wine glass. They’d all been given stainless steel cups to use in the water. It was unfamiliar at first but if the hot tub was used most weekends it made sense to have metal wine and beer glasses instead of constantly buying disposable ones. Or risk having to drain the whole thing to clean out broken glass.

“Well,” she said, holding up her now full glass, “here’s to hoping she makes up her mind or cuts you loose.”

Keeping up with his lie, Sy tapped her glass with his, muttering a low ‘me too’.

Day 770:

Sy hadn’t had any news from Leah in months. Not a single call, text or email. Knowing that there were days in their line of work when you just couldn’t come up for air did not make being on the receiving end of the silent treatment any easier.

When his phone rang out with Leah’s ringtone that morning, he could not answer the call fast enough, practically tripping over himself as he dove for the phone. Upon hearing her soft greeting, Sy took what felt like his first full breath in months.

He didn’t expect her to have much to share since the details of her ops were most likely classified, but when they had covered every small talk topic under the sun from the weather to sports to the new book Sy had started with Leah only contributing a few words, Sy got the feeling something was wrong.

“Are you okay?” he asked, getting up from the couch to let Aika back inside. “If you’re tired, I can let ya go.”

He’d been selfish to keep her on the line for so long when she’d just gotten back and was in dire need of sleep. At least she had left a message for her brother before calling him so Caleb would know she was okay as soon as he got off work.

“My umm…” Leah hesitated. “My commitment is up at the end of the year.”

For the most part, they had avoided the subject of her enlistment in the past year and a half. Sy had never asked about it outright because he didn’t want Leah to feel pressured one way or the other. If she chose not to extend to pursue their relationship more openly, he wanted it to be her own choice. Sy had had the luxury of choosing his career path up to that point without any outside pressure. Leah deserved the same courtesy.

There was no need to ask if she enjoyed her job. That was obvious to anyone who spoke to her for more than five seconds. Her decision would almost certainly come down to whether or not she was ready to give it up so soon.

An impatient whine pulled Sy out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, I remember,” Sy cleared his throat, resuming the task of wiping mud off of Aika’s paws. “Have you made a decision about it?”

Though he couldn’t see her, Sy pictured Leah pulling her hair over her shoulder and running it through her fingers as he waited for her to speak.

“I’m going to stay on.”

As prepared as he was to hear that answer, Sy still felt a pang of disappointment, his eyes falling shut as he hung his head.

“You uh… You don’t sound all too thrilled about that.”

He would have thought Leah would be happy about her decision. Nervous to tell him, sure, but also excited to progress her career. Instead, she sounded almost… Sad.

Or maybe he was just hoping that she was at least somewhat as torn up about it as he was.

“I am but…” She trailed off, letting out a sigh. “Do you think I’m making the right choice?”

“Darlin’, you’re amazin’ at what you do. You’ve already accomplished so much in such a short time, I can only imagine where you’ll go from here. I’m really fuckin’ proud of you, baby girl.”

He really did mean every word. As much as he wanted her back in his arms safe and sound, she truly was made for this job.

“Thank you for saying that.” She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I guess I’m just conflicted because it all feels unfair.”

“What does?”

Sy finally picked himself up from where he still knelt on the floor by the back door and made his way to the couch.

“You spent thirteen years sacrificing your personal life for your career. And now that you’re home, you’re still sacrificing your own happiness. I’m making you sacrifice your happiness.”

There was no disagreement there. Not about how she was forcing him to sacrifice his happiness—being away from Leah sucked but it wasn’t like she was to blame—but rather that it was unfair for life to have given him the perfect woman only to take her away. He was blissfully ignorant to what he was missing until his little spitfire turned his whole base upside down.

“Leah, you ain’t makin’ me do a damn thing, ya hear me? I went into this job knowin’ that if I ever had a serious girlfriend I would likely be away from her for extended periods of time. That’s a choice I made long before I ever met you.” He’d just never thought he’d actually find a woman he was willing to settle down with. “Did I expect that I would be the one away while my girlfriend stayed home? Yes. Does that mean I’m any less inclined to accept it now that the roles are reversed? Fuck no.”

Aika’s collar rattled as she stretched on the floor then shook out her coat before jumping up on the couch and plopping down with her head on Sy’s lap.

“Maybe, but this is completely different.”

“Oh yeah?” Sy challenged, resting a hand on Aika’s chest and lazily running his fingers through her fur. “How do you figure?”

“If you were with a civilian, like you probably imagined, you would be allowed to date her openly. You would be able to move in together, get married, have kids. She would be able to move with you if you were reassigned. With me, you can’t have any of that and you’re risking your career and your pension. If we’re found out, you lose everything.”

Alright, she had a point that things would be significantly easier if one of them were a civilian. She was wrong about it having to be her, though.

“Look, I won’t deny that bein’ away from you is hard.” Excruciatingly so. “But that doesn’t mean that the only way for us to get that life is by you givin’ up your career. Hell, I have to retire sooner or later. Maybe I move that up a little. I had my time, you should have yours too.”

“And then what?” she huffed, clearly agitated. “If you retire early then what’s the plan? You pack up and join me in Germany or wherever the fuck I end up next? Spend weeks on end alone and away from your family? Find a job to make ends meet because it would be way too fucking suspicious if I suddenly tried to claim spousal benefits for a newly retired major?”

By the way she was lashing out, Sy guessed this had been worrying her for some time but he was at a loss as to how to assuage her fears. Nothing he could say would reassure her because she was right. Him retiring early didn’t make a lick of sense, but at least they’d be together.

If he waited to retire at thirty-eight, they might eventually be able to go public within the following year. If Leah agreed to having kids and got pregnant as soon as they started trying, their first child might be born by the time he was forty.

Sy thought back to Ash’s words about not wanting to see his kids off to college in his sixties.

Was that what he wanted?

Who was he kidding, he’d do anything so long as it made Leah happy. He would wait five more years to be with her. He would wait until he was old and grey if that was how long it took her to decide she wanted to have kids. Or he would spend the rest of his life taking her out on adventures if she didn’t.

“I retire after my twenty, then. At most it’s five years, that’s not so bad.” He was trying to convince himself as much as her but he was doing a shit job of keeping the dejection out of his tone.

“I can’t do this for five more years, Sy,” Leah whispered.

There was a pregnant pause while Sy tried to remember how to breathe.

“Leah, what are you sayin’?”

He prayed he was wrong. Prayed he was jumping to the worst possible conclusion but there was no mistaking the definite sniffling coming from the other end of the line.

“We haven’t seen each other once in the last year and a half. I have to sneak away every time I want to talk to you or read your messages. I’m lying to the four people who are meant to trust me with their lives. We don’t even know if we’ll actually work together when all this is over because we’ve only had two real weeks together.”

Sy ran his hand over his head then down his cheek to his non-existent beard. There had to be something he could say to convince her not to do this.

Just as soon as that thought popped into his head, a wave of guilt washed over him. He’d been pressuring her into this relationship from the start, hadn’t he? First with that stupid kiss, then showing up at her house unannounced, and finally by begging her to give the whole long distance thing a chance.

It was so easy to forget how young Leah was. She behaved with the strength and maturity of someone twice her age and had suffered for every piece of life experience she gained. Maybe he was acting under the assumption that she was in the same place that he was because of it.

There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Leah was the one, but he couldn’t blame her for not being ready to jump into a serious relationship with the first guy that came along.

Between graduating high school essentially as an orphan and giving up total control to the military, Leah had barely had a chance to live. She’d never had the chance to learn where she fit in the world.

“We’ll work,” he argued but his voice lacked any conviction.

“You can’t know that.”

He could, he just needed Leah to give them a fighting chance so she could come to know it too.

“Do you love me?” he blurted out as a last-ditch effort.

“Sy—”

“Leah, do you love me?”

He could tell she was fully sobbing now even though she must have been trying to muffle the sound with her hand.

“Yes.”

“Then we work.”

The silence stretched on for one breath. Then two. Then three before Leah finally answered. “Love isn’t supposed to hurt like this.”

Sy sagged in his seat. No, it sure as hell wasn’t. And he’d done that to her. He continued doing that to her.

“Okay,” he said on an exhale, admitting defeat. “I won’t make this harder on you by arguin’. You need space then I’ll give you space. I just hope you know that I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

“This isn’t just a temporary thing, Sy.”

“I know, I know.” He shook his head, trying to find the right words. “Just… You need me, I’m one call away.”

Before he could think of any other stupid things to say to coerce her into staying, Sy hung up the call.

[nadia-el-mansours]

[axoqiii]

another p5r art dump hiiiiieii 😢😢😢

[deus-ex-mona]

scrolled a little too far back on mogetwt and found pure gold:

[olivexing]

Olympe is smitten. He MUST meet this dancer.

Olympe doesn’t understand corset laces, but he helps out anyway. The dancer seems surprisingly familiar….Ben DOESN’T want him to recognize her. But Ben DOES want to get to know Olympe, her strange merman friend from the docks.

They take a lil walk out to the beach:

And they get to talkin’….

Now I think there should be a g/t interruption.

Should they get to kiss? Should the kiss itself trigger a transformation back into Olympe’s giant merman form? Should he try to run off, and she follows him to the sea? She knows at this point that he’s a sea monster, but he doesn’t know that she’s a woman- and a dancer, at that!

What’s a girl to do? How should Ben reconcile these two identities, as a boy by day and girl by night?

Open to ideas on where to take this scenario in a ✨ g/t direction ✨ involving Olympe’s secret giant merman self 🧜‍♀️

[clowningaroundmars]

prowlerbyte hcs

ok..... yall got me. you did. i ship prowlerbyte now 😅 and i'd like to throw out some Thoughts about them bc damnit if this ship doesn't have some Flavor to it that i'd like to share with you all 🤌

both margo and miles g here are from earth 42 tho bc i think miles g has been thru Enough and he deserves someone in his corner in his own universe, besides his family members

LOTS of words under the cut ↓

♡ weirdgirl nerd x edgyboy nerd 100%… you just KNOW IT. miles is absolutely a geek either for comics or anime and he only opens up to his closest friends to let them see that side of him, no one else. margo brings that side out of him often when they meet up (but miles is still p reserved if anyone else is with them)

♡ margo is a fantastic singer and hums mind-blowing runs as easily as she breathes and miles absolutely loves it. when she's depressed, she sings a lot less so whenever she DOES sing that's how he knows she's in a good mood. he loves having her over bc he gets to pull out uncle aaron's old secondhand record player and place rnb and 90's hiphop vinyls on it, playing soulful music that she hums to as they parallel-play or do homework together

♡ when margo first convinced miles to let her do his hair, he was hella worried that his mom would disapprove and chastise him once she saw but she was surprisingly very supportive of it, although a bit hesitant. eventually she was grateful she didnt have to braid her son's hair as often (being a single parent is exhausting enough lol)

♡ rio42 ofc had the same reaction to margo as rio1610 when she 1st met gwen, but when margo eventually started showing up more and more to hang out with the morales fam (and aaron too lol), she grew on rio. they both keep a close eye on miles and try to keep him going towards the right path

♡ in their universe they both go to visions and even have a class together, and they are both very very academically competitive. rio doesn't need to stay on miles' ass about his grades bc margo is right there taunting him with an A+ on a test every single time

♡ they actually ACTUALLY study together in the library or in miles' room during study sessions. neither of them can afford to fall off wrt their grades and they both have big dreams they wanna achieve: margo wants to become a hardlight technician and apply for oscorp (much to miles' chagrin), and miles wants to continue his engineering and robotics career so he can provide for his whole family

♡ margo's parents constantly fighting means she is often over at miles' house more than he is at hers. it actually took her an embarrassingly long amount of time to finally invite him over because she never wanted her parents to know he even existed, let alone actually meet him at all. miles was at first kinda offended she didn't want him to meet her parents even after they got together but when he heard them arguing in the background during a call one day, he finally Understood

♡ after he found out about her crappy home life (and also secretly told rio), she was welcome to stay more often at his place. she has a blanket, a few clothes and several diff books and console games lying around in his room

♡ it honestly also took them both a ridiculously long time to finally start dating. everyone around them shipped them but they remained friends for a long time bc miles was just too closed off and scared to let anyone into his private life like that. also i hc they are both on the ace spectrum but don't realize it until later (listen i see purple characters and i HAVE to wave the ace wand on them ok 😭)

♡ margo is sometimes frustrated at miles for being so secretive and hiding his emotions behind walls, as goofy and dorky as he can be. she wishes he would just come out and be more honest about his feelings but understands that after his dad's passing, its harder for him to communicate his emotions

♡ she was the one who asked him out first, actually. he was beating around the bush way too much and so she finally put her foot down and initiated the relationship

♡ in public or with strangers they are: sunshine x sunshine protector. in private or with family n friends they are: "EXCUSE ME! miles asked for no pickles ☝️" esp since margo is the extrovert and he's the introvert.

♡ miles is actually p jealous and protective of margo and she finds that hilarious.

"i don't need any protecting, babe. i am a certified badass," margo says, flipping her box braids.

miles laughs, winding boxing wraps around his hands and standing in front of his giant punching bag. he looks over at his girlfriend sitting on a bean bag, with her adorable kitten t-shirt and fluffy sweater and grins even wider. "yeah… aight, sure thing."

margo scoffs, noticing his line of sight and looking very offended. "i may look cute and unassuming but that's exactly what i want our enemies to think! it gives me an advantage!"

miles hums, nodding. "mhm. advantage to do what, exactly?"

margo throws an empty soda can at him, which miles easily dodges as he laughs harder.

♡ it's funny, bc on the outside they seem like the stereotypical traditional straight relationship with a macho boy and sweetheart girl. but in reality they're both sarcastic snippy geeks who can both throw down in any verbal argument. and miles adores his gf, he's completely whipped for her. lets her paint his nails and everything, and if anyone tries to make fun of him for it, he doubles down and threatens to fight them over it

♡ they are THAT couple that wears lowkey matching outfits every once in a while. they actually enjoy shopping together which was a relief for both of them bc miles LIVES just to go sneaker shopping and margo absolutely loves trying new things on in the dressing room. theyre also both fashionistas in their own ways and love to accessorize. they swap accessories a lot

♡ whenever they hit up a bookstore, they are the first to head right on over to the manga section. right afterwards, they make a beeline over to the science fiction section and compare their purchases together after leaving

♡ miles is absolutely the "idc what my girl wears bc i know how to fight" boyfriend. margo doesn't go out in revealing outfits or anything, but looking a little TOO adorable in a dystopian city can sometimes paint a target on your back and so miles makes sure she's with him at all times if she wants to put her braids up into heart buns or wear a dress outside

♡ any hardware or mechanical problem that margo has, she takes it straight to miles. miles takes any software or coding issues he has to margo. if those software issues have anything to do with his prowler gear, however… he tries to isolate the issue and explain in vague terms what the problem is to avoid telling his gf he's actually the prowler

♡ no, he has not revealed to margo that he is the prowler yet. he's terrified to see her face when she inevitably finds out anyways, just KNOWING it would doom their relationship to a breakup if she ever figured it out. he does everything in his power to keep her from finding out his secret, even if it means disappointing her when he misses out on dates they set together

♡ they are both total champions at whatever multiplayer video game they get hooked onto. their personal faves are mmorpgs and battle royale games, but they are UNBELIEVABLY competitive when it comes to party games and even board games. they absolutely wipe the floor if they get to team up together

♡ tbqh they're the EXACT level of nerdy that they would consider playing video games in their separate homes as a date. "mmorpg and chill babe?" miles texts margo sometimes as a joking way to ask her on an online date. every minute they spend on voicechat as they kick digital ass together counts as quality time for sure

♡ even tho she's kind of embarrassed about it, margo has an absolutely huge plushie and figurine collection. she was worried miles would judge her SUPER HARD for her lowkey (highkey) special interest in anime figures when he 1st came over to her room, but immediately felt relieved when miles practically flew up to a rare figure she got secondhand from a japanese seller online and started ooohing and aaahing about it

♡ he actually tries to put aside whatever he earns prowling around the city for his mom first. then whatever's left over goes right to margo. he likes taking her out shopping and letting her pick out two or three things and seeing her beam like a sunrise before giving him a kiss on the cheek

♡ miles tries to hide his prowling behind the excuse of getting a job with his uncle at the family auto shop. every time he has a job to do or needs to leave suddenly, he blames it on "an emergency/new car job at the garage". margo eventually starts hating the word "garage"

♡ get either of these 2 to start talking abt their special interest, and it will be like Infodump City in there in 2 secs flat. they listen to each other's infodumping with hearts in their eyes, ESPECIALLY miles. margo goes "hey can i just rant to you about my new interest rq" and he goes "yes ma'am 🥰"

♡ everyone thinks margo is the one who cooks and cleans but hell no. miles is a neat freak whose room is the total opposite of margo's and he spends a lot of time alone at home when his mom is working a double shift and his uncle is out trying to secure another job for them. he knows how to cook like a damn chef by the time he's 16 (and also rio42 is not a toxic boymom. she will not raise any lazy needy son, her boy WILL know how to do laundry, cook meals and wash the damn dishes!)

♡ margo on the other hand tries to avoid the kitchen as often as possible and gets panic attacks when having to clean anywhere else but her own room bc of bad memories of having to sweep up broken glass after hearing her parents have violent fights that left the apartment in tatters. she never got to learn how to cook bc they never taught her, either

♡ margo is actually p traumatized from her parents' constant hateful fighting that she tries to squash down or hide behind a confident mask. but sometimes it pops up in ugly ways like when miles accidentally slams a cupboard door too loudly or a sarcastic comment sounds a little too bitter. her knee-jerk reaction is to always distance herself from miles a bit as a coping mechanism, which they had to work through

♡ miles' own grief and loss traumatized him beyond belief too ofc. after his dad's passing, his anxiety grows and he becomes more withdrawn, easily tired, and forgetful. it becomes worse after he becomes the prowler, bc dipping into the NYC underworld every so often gives p much anyone a healthy dose of paranoia. plus it takes some time away from his gf on top of all of that.

♡ if they're ever at parties or get-togethers at all, its always margo initiating conversations and meeting with people, making introductions and chatting happily. she always happens to have a quiet, chill miles-shaped shadow with her the whole time

♡ if margo was going to date miles, he told her one time, she was GOING to learn how to dance bachata and salsa. throw in a lil reggaeton in there as they get older and rio becomes a TINY bit more chill with seeing them on the dancefloor. they actually become much better at dancing together as they practice at family reunions and birthday parties

♡ miles carries around plush keychains and other trinkets that remind him of margo. he's a total sap when it comes to her, even if he tries to hide just how much he loves her sometimes. his phone's lockscreen is something dark or aesthetic like a city skyline or whatever but then when he unlocks it, margo is always his wallpaper

♡ aaron likes margo, he really does. he worries that miles doesn't have enough friends but he's happy that his nephew has a gf that is genuinely good for him. they all have a great time together whenever they do get downtime to chill together, like playing cards or helping aaron clean the garage

♡ that being said, aaron loves to pretend to sabotage their relationship as a running joke and watch miles get all riled up about it. it is hilarious to him, never gets old.

they're giving the garage connected to the autoshop its bimonthly deep clean just ahead of the yearly inspection.

it's a sunday, the only day of the week that the shop is closed for business and miles is on corner duty once they get down to the concrete floor. he's tasked with using the short hard brush attached to a long wooden handle to scrub the dust and grime out of the neglected corners. margo is scrubbing the middle with a much bigger sturdier widebroom, and aaron--being the tallest ofc-- has the duster on an extendable handle, swiping through the metal rafters and high shelves.

he notices miles struggling a bit with a mysterious stain in one corner, repeatedly attacking it before finally crouching down to shove the brush even harder against the floor with his hands.

aaron casually sneaks backwards and catches margo's attention with a smirk and a point of his chin. she swings her gaze around to her slightly frustrated boyfriend crouched down into a corner and starts giggling.

aaron grins as he suddenly says, "so yeah, thats why i got miles here on corner duty, usually. y'know being a little guy and all, he can do all that that someone as tall as me can't really do anymore yanno what i'm sayin? he's real good in those small spaces. that's why i'm up here, dustin' these rafters."

scandalized, miles springs back up with a "hey!!" and a withering glare shot their way. margo bursts out laughing.

♡ miles is the little spoon and margo is the big spoon, fight me abt it. his fave cuddling position is actually when his arms are wrapped around her and her cheek is laid against his head. otherwise, he loves his weighted blanket, and margo loves her warm mattress ♡ when they're home alone and on the couch watching movies, his back is usually to her side as he half-lays on her, using her arm as a pillow

♡ margo is def not a sports kind of girl but she tries for her bf. he and aaron are very much into basketball which she tries to keep up with just to join in on their convos. she always attends miles' boxing matches tho, ofc. she actually likes watching boxing matches in general! aaron gives her some old tapes of his own matches when he was younger and that's how margo gets into televised mma fights and ufc. she's always cheering for miles the loudest in the audience

♡ miles actually uses margo sometimes in his workouts. the proudest day of his life was when he was able to have margo laying on his back as he did pushups, and he made it to 10 before tiring himself out. she's the one holding his feet down as he does sit-ups and ab crunches. she tries to join in on his workouts too, and gets p good with the speedbag relatively quickly!

♡ miles-- being the paranoid guy he is-- happens to be the one to teach margo all of the effective self-defense moves. she thinks he's always exaggerating the danger out on the streets but she can't lie sometimes; whenever she's out past sunset with her keys in between her knuckles, she's just a TINY bit glad that miles taught her how to escape a rear chokehold

♡ margo is the soc media girl who is embarassingly online and posts about anything and everything of her life. new website coded? met a stray cat on her way over to miles'? bought a new manga? invented a cool gadget? they always show up in her followers soc media feed. she tries to get miles to pose for pics with her but he's mostly content to just be the guy behind the camera tbh. his own soc media account is pretty boring and bare since he rarely ever posts. he's got other things on his mind, errands to run

♡ the one and only time margo has ever seen miles cry was right after his dad died. the whole neighborhood got the news and she ran straight over to miles' apartment the minute she could. they climbed into his bed (the only time rio didn't reprimand them for it) and he just sobbed his heart out while they held each other for a real long time. she brought over homework and notes when he stayed home from school to recuperate

[rainbluealoekitten]

nooooooo woman that i only just managed to stop dreaming about every few months who i used to want a mother-like relationship with after developing an intense parasocial relationship with your son due to extreme gender envy and romantic + platonic + familial love deficiencies, don't announce that you and i need to have a talk soon bc you want to convince me to go to the university your son was supposed to go to, the son who actually got me really interested in it in the first place, and that logically is actually the absolute perfect choice for me and that i can't find a single reason to not go to other than some weird feeling in my stomach, you're so sexy aha

[weed-cat]

tumblr-genre emo in 2013-2018 was such a moment in time. she almost killed me but i think about her every day....