XV

one of the best feelings is knowing that you’re wanted. knowing that someone wants to talk to you, wants to know how you’re doing, wants to see you.

I’d love to relax but it’s just not realistic

multiples of 5 are honorary even numbers to me. does anyone else feel this

“you run out of things to talk about in a relationship eventually” FALSE. half hour bare minimum conversation about what movie we would show Goku if we had the chance

just…the thought of being his safe space. being the only person he cares to turn to about all the happenings in his life—significant and mundane. being the first set of arms he runs to; the first smile he searches for; the first words of comfort he seeks. being the person he was convinced he would never deserve. and loving him in spite of all else.

sex with a nerd who looks up at you star-dazed as you ride them. pupils blown out wide, their hands trembling as they rest on your thighs because they don't know where else to put them (until you guide them where you want to feel them). their hips involuntarily twitching upwards and rutting into you when you tease to pull out early, the stammered love confession when all you asked them to do is beg. their head thrown back and the half-pleading, half-feral groan when you trail kisses down their exposed neck during the aftermath. how easily they flip you around to bury themselves inside of you again and again and again

best trope: "ugh I guess I'll tolerate you for the time being, but this is a conditional, tactical alliance, and the second I get what I want, we're parting ways" to "you are the only good in the world and I will protect you to my dying breath"

the lowest, sleepiest “hi baby” they mumble as you join them in bed and nuzzle yourself under their arm

Thinking about being the big spoon to a large man. He can dwarf you, whether it be in height or frame or just overall stature, and yet he crawls into bed next to you and buries his face in the soft warmth of your tummy. You slip your arms around him and stroke his hair and back, kiss the crown of his head, wrap your legs around him so he feels safe and secure. Let him take the time to feel small and loved and fall asleep with your soothing touches and love that is far bigger than he could ever be.

All she has to do is exist, I’ll handle the rest

oh, to call a boy 'pretty boy' and have him be flustered by it, not knowing how to respond

a man who softly guides you into his side whenever he feels like you’re standing too far away (you’re at a regular distance)

I’d burn the world down for her if she asked me to.