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gardengirl222 · 11 days

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Hi angel! thoughts on 80s!slasher!jj ?? I loveee ur work btw! sending hugs and kisses! 💗

ofccc!! this is fun lol - 80s!slasher!jj

₊ ⊹ warnings! 18+ - p in v, non con, violence, jealous!jj, death, slight breeding kink, threats, obsessed!jj, dark!jj - ₊˚⊹

you and jj would have never become friends if you both hadn't met while working together at the little fast-food diner inside the mall. he was usually working in the back, preparing the food, and you were usually on server duty. with your short white tennis skirt and the diner polo shirt uniform you could usually draw attention from guys who wanna take you out and possibly eat you, you were so sweet. but there were days when you and jj would both be on cashier duty, those were his and your favorite days, it was basically like hanging out all day side by side.

as the day dragged on it was getting closer to closing time, thank goodness you thought, already super exhausted. after a few minutes a group of preppy jerk jocks come in, one of the guys walking up to your register with a stupid smirk on his face, danny. "hey babygirl, can i get uh, the number 5 with a milkshake anduh- your number? " he tilts his head up, proud of his little pickup line. you shake your head with a small smile and silently scoff at his stupidity. jj who is currently helping another customer, listens in and watches the interaction by side eyeing you both every few seconds. jj's jaw ticks as he tries to let you handle it.

"a number 5 will that be all?" you continue to try and be professional with a sweet smile.

"uh no actually, how about- you let me take you to the prom," he smirks again.

"i'm actually out of town that day so-" you tilt your head and act uninterested.

"oh cuhmon- it'll be fun, you know you want to. i even booked a hotel room for that night and we'll-" danny persists further until he's interrupted by jj who snaps his head toward us.

"she said no man." jj warns, danny's mouth agape as he turns over to look at jj.

"was i talking to you maybank? cuz uh- i don't think i was." danny snickers almost trying to size jj up.

"i don't give a shit, she's clearly not interested." jj squints his eyes and nods to himself.

"oh woah! you've got yourself a little protector huh? no way this guy is your boyfriend right?" the guy turns to you and then back to jj. "i mean look at you! she's a total betty and you...you and your deadbeat dad aren't even good enough to scrape the dirt off our shoes." the boy scoffs and the rest of his friends snicker on cue.

jj tongues his cheek and grins in faux amusement, the guy turns around to walk off like a winner when jj reaches his arm out and taps the guy's shoulder. "hey man you forgot your-" jj grabs one of the milkshakes ready on the counter and throws it in the asshole's face, 'ruining' danny's gelled hair and expensive polo shirt. the diner fills with gasps, 'ooohs' and snickers.

"milkshake." jj finishes his sentence, and laughes through his nose. you stand there eyes wide as danny wipes the melted pink milk off his eyelids. "quit fuckin' around and get outta here" jj shoos the guy away with the motion of his hand as the humiliated boy walks away shouting back loudly "you are so dead maybank!"

"whata piece of shit." jj mumbles and slams his hand on the counter and turns to see the manager shaking his head, disappointed. jj goes into the kitchen leaving you there to process what just happened.

as the restaurant was about to close, you and jj were the only ones left, since you would have been closing together that night. the manager did fire him but somehow managed to stick around without him seeing jj.

you decided to let him do this thing inside the kitchen while you did the final table wipe-downs and setting up everything for tomorrow morning, time after time playing in the background. you hear some concerning noises coming from the kitchen area, knowing only jj was in there makes you stop and wonder why all the banging?, when another loud scary sound can be heard throughout the diner. you run behind the counter and around the corner to see what was making that noise, your eyes land on danny, dead, laying flat on his back on the floor with his face all burnt, bubbling, and bloody. you let out a horrified scream and cover your mouth immediately afterward, stumbling backward a bit and feeling nauseous. 'how did danny even end up back here?' you thought.

you feel your back bump into something, and you let out another spooked yelp, you feel two strong hands spin you around and when you look up, you realize it's only jj.

"jj, danny...he must have- the deep fryer-" you stutter, and he shushes you "i know, i know."

"we have to call the police! i-is he dead? oh god, i'm gonna be sick..." tears start to fall down your cheeks, terrified and confused by how jj isn't freaking out or doing anything about it. you squirm out of his grip and back away from him.

"jj? did you hurt danny? oh my god, did you burn his face off?" you ask with wide eyes, chest heaving.

jj nods but he doesn't look remorseful. you start to burst out in tears, unsure of what to do, you look over at the door and back over at jj who gives you a look of warning. he's all sweaty and dirty, his white shirt stained with grease and blood.

the jukebox continues to play music, where otherwise silence would fill the diner. you decide to make a run for the door, but he beats you to that. jj manages to stand in front of you, clenching his jaw and squinting his eyes.

"i did that for you, i did it to protect you." he spits, looking down at you in disappointment.

"you're scaring me jj" you whine.

"why? i think you're being ungrateful." he whispers, looking down at you.

"you murdered him! jj you'll get in so much trouble, they'll know you did it!"

"no, manager man thought i left already..and i'll get him outta here so" he shrugs.

you whine again, eyes moving towards where danny was lying on the ground. jj snaps his fingers in front of your face to get you to pay attention to him again.

"what you want him? you liked that guy? huh?" he spits out frustratedly. you shake your head no, now too afraid to even speak "what so now im the bad guy? cause i got rid of him for YOU!" he shouts and you flinch, unsure of what to do now.

"you know what, fine, i think i deserve a little thank you don't you think?" he clenches his jaw again and yanks at your top pulling you to the other side of the counter, overlooking danny's corpse.

he bends you over and yanks your skirt down, you begin to cry when you realize what he's going to do. "no, jj no, i'm scared please" you sob too frozen in fear to move.

"you should see what i did with the rest of the bodies" he laughs quietly and reaches his hand around your waist to meanly grab your poor cunt, then pulling them to the side. you look down at the bloody dead body again and shut your eyes tight, then you feel jj's fat tip teasing your hole, sliding in your stickiness. "no, you are supposed to be my friend jj! friends don't do this!" you mewl.

he wraps his arm around your neck, trapping you in a headlock when he starts to push in to keep you from thrashing around. "shush, s'fine see? s'fine drama queen." he grunts in your ear, starting to slowly thrust in and out.

part of you wishes you had the strength to kick him off of you, but the other half is in heaven. "look at danny, you want him? wanna go to the prom with that? hmm?" he taunts, squeezing you tighter in the headlock with his beefy arms when you don't respond which makes you let out a whimpery moan.

"no! no, i don't wanna keep looking at him! it's making me sick!" you cry.

"i know, i know...grossing you out kinda turns me on though," he grunts again and laughs. he spits in his hand and uses that to sloppily rub your clit. the feeling of his spit mixed with your wetness makes you whine.

he keeps on pounding your pussy, letting you out of the headlock, and pushing your tits to press against the countertop. he smiles at all the little 'uh-uh's' you let out with each thrust.

"you feel better? yeah? you calm now?" he hums and brings his hand down to smack your ass causing you to squeal and push your ass out almost asking for more.

"yeah, i know mama, nobody's ever gonna touch you again kay?" his voice soft, making you nod slowly and dazed.

"say thank you and i'll let you cum." he pressures you, so close to spilling all over him.

"mmnnm jay-"

"use your manners c'mon" he cuts you off and brings his hand down again to start to rub your clit faster.

"thank you jayjay, thank you-" your cunt pulsing around his dick as you cum hard.

"atta girl, atta girl" he praises, then pushes into you harder than before, filling you up, and pulling out. he tucks himself away and moves your panties back to cover your cunt and to keep his cum and yours pooled in them. he pats your covered pussy and lets out a satisfied hum.

"go wait by the mall entrance n i'll take you home, jus' gonna get ridda this guy." he pats your ass and walks over to get rid of the bloody body. ᥫ᭡

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lesbianjackies · 2 years

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hiii I loveee ur writing 🤍I would like to request a 🕊 with tasm!peter parker :D

my big three are Libra sun, Leo moon & Leo rising. my mbti is enfj, and I love socializing. i love having fun and partying and buying new clothes lol ^^ my hobbies include drawing, sewing (thought abt sewing n patching up peters suit👀), baking and then I have a really big tea obsession! i currently work at a little cozy cafè close to my apartment, and I live right in the center of a big city in Scandinavia I’m a tall girl (5’10”) which I love! my hair is a curly brown and goes below my collarbones. i have green eyes and I’m super pale. i love wearing short skirts and Mary Janes and all that stuff, and I cannot step a foot outside my apartment without eyeliner, blush and my signature perfume! i loveee animals, especially cats, and i would say I’m pretty easy to get to know. though I am pretty guarded and do not like to open up to people on deeper level. I prefer to listen and learn abt my friends, not the other way around. I’m not sure what my love language is (I think I have more than one lol) but I would guess it is acts of service. and I’m big in physical affection. I also LOVE the summer time, and biking around the city and going to the park with friends. I’m also volunteering in a queer cafe and I just love meeting new people! sorry if I wrote too much, I wasn’t sure how much info you wanted:3 anyways I hope you wanna write something abt us (and if not that is so okay too!) cannot wait to see what u make. ok that was all! have an amazing day u amazing person 🤍🤍🤍 much love (^з^)-☆

you sound so cute!! i love enfjs (yk how there are astrology hoes? i think i'm an mbti hoe) tysm for requesting!!

🕊 - send me a character and as much information about yourself as you’d like and i’ll write a blurb about what i think your relationship with that character would be like!

"Oh, gods, what did you do?" You stared in horror at the utter ruin that was Peter's suit - it was ripped in every place imaginable and covered and blood and grime.

Peter winced. "Just a result of being Spider-Man, I guess. Could you fix it?"

You sighed dramatically, rolling your eyes. "Ugh, I guess." You really didn't mind. You quite enjoyed sewing, really, as well as helping out the people you loved.

Peter's face brightened. "Thanks, (Y/N/N)." He pecked you on the cheek and sat down your bed as you got to work.

It took you the rest of the day to clean and patch up Peter's suit - not that it bothered you. It was an excuse to spend the day with your boyfriend, and you'd never pass that up for anything.

"There, good as new!" you announced, holding up the newly repaired suit for him to see.

Peter took it and examined it, smile growing wider and wider as he looked at the perfectly sewn fabric. "You're amazing, (Y/N/N), truly amazing."

"It's a tough burden to carry, but one of us has got to fill the role," you teased, earning yourself an eye roll.

"Oh, be quiet." He was smiling, though, and you soon found yourself wrapped up in his arms. "I love you," he murmured, kissing your head.

You smiled. "I love you too."

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bb-eilish · 2 years

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hii !! bro i loveee your writing so much like really. i saw your requests were open so i was hoping we could get some innocence kink + overstim with georgie? thank you so much if you do this :))

Oooh sounds like fun!

Pairing: George x reader

Warnings: innocence kink, overstimulation, face sitting, crying, virgin reader.

You wouldn’t exactly call yourself “innocent”, just…..new to things. When you met George you hadn’t even kissed anyone, you both having very differing opinions about it.

You wanted to crawl into a hole and die when he found out, but to George it sparked a flame in him that wanted to well…ruin you. Every time he saw you he couldn’t help but to undress you with his eyes. He often wondered how you were still a virgin.

You’re in potions when he starts thinking about you again, the day you wore a skirt still fresh in his mind. His hand had a permanent place on your thigh that day, you didn’t really understand why he was so enamored with the piece of clothing but you enjoyed his undivided attention nonetheless.

Snape has ordered the class to make felix felicious, the ingredients on different shelves throughout the room. You’re chatting with Angelina while you both go search for them, a hand slyly making it’s way along your waist. It’s like Angelina can sense what’s about to happen because she excuses herself to go talk to Fred.

“Finally I’ve got you alone…sort of” Chuckles George as you both turn a corner in the classroom. His hand suddenly making its way to your ass, your eyes widen in shock at his boldness as he squeezes. A fierce blush instantly blooming across your cheeks and ears.

“G-george we’re in the middle of class what are you doing?” Your stunned eyes meet his mischievous ones, a smirk etched on his face. “Meet me in my dorm at 7:00, make sure to wear that pretty skirt. Alright?” You nod hesitantly as he winks while grabbing something off the shelf beside you. It takes you a few seconds to come back to earth, eventually grabbing the same ingredient.

Potions didn’t go as well after that, you forgot to stir vigorously after juicing the squill bulb, and added too much common rue. You couldn’t stop thinking about what he said, why did he want to see you in the skirt that badly anyway? You couldn’t wrap your head around it as snape peered over your shoulder muttering something about how you’re incompetent. Soon getting hit with the book he carries with him.

Sighing when you look over at George, his potion looking perfect. He meets your eyes, his tongue wetting his lips. You can’t help but to follow the motion with your eyes, quickly looking back down at your failed potion.

The bell finally rings, dinner is starting. You begin to think of George again but it’s overtaken by the thought of the food that’s waiting for you. As you’re day dreaming a veiny hand circles your wrist and yanks you in one of the many broom closets. You’re suddenly pressed up against the door as it closes.

“George what the hell are you doing? Dinner is starting” You whine at him, the pout on your lips drawing him in even more.

“I thought I’d give you a little preview of tonight” Your response cut off as he kisses you, you guys have kissed before. Light make out sessions here and there so it didn’t surprised you very much. You kiss back like you weren’t just annoyed.

His hands reach under your shirt and rest on your waist, pulling you into him. He deepens the kiss as he licks your bottom lip. You’re not sure what that exactly means, he pulls away to whisper against your lips “Darling we’re gonna try something new alright? Open your mouth when you feel my tongue again”

You nod quickly and meet his lips half way, you open your mouth when you feel it once again slide across your bottom lip. His tongue meeting yours, you get an urge to move yours as well so you do. Tongues seemingly battling, he all of a sudden stops and sucks your tongue. You freeze as you moan into the kiss, somehow blushing more. You break away in embarrassment, hands going to cover your face, but he stops you. Your eyes glued on his shirt.

“Tonight’s gonna go just fine if you keep making those sounds for me, y/n. I’ll see you there” His hooded eyes finally meet yours until he’s walking away. You can’t believe that just happened, you once more make your way to dinner. Legs slightly shaking.

The food that once occupied your mind didnt seem to interest you as much anymore.

“You were going on and on about how hungry you were in potions, y/n. Why aren’t you eating?” Angelina asks you, looking concerned.

“I guess I’m not as hungry as I thought I was” You sheepishly smile and shrug, poking the food on your plate as you remember how you shamelessly moaned into George’s mouth.

“Are you feeling alright? You’re burning up” She says as the back of her hand rests on your forehead. “Do you want me to walk you to Madam Pomfrey?”

“No no I’m okay, I ran here from potions” You lie, crossing your fingers she doesn’t prod. Thankfully she doesn’t as she eyes you and starts to eat again. You internally sigh and let her know that you’re going to your dorm. She nods and you get up, a few people from different tables also getting up as well so you don’t feel as awkward now. As you’re walking you subconsciously look for George, who seemed to already be staring at you. The smirk that etches its way across his face shoots tingles through your spine.

You pick up your pace to your dorm, heart beating out of your chest. As your walking you notice how cold it is, knowing that you’ll be wearing a skirt you decide to wear some thigh high socks.

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You rummage through your drawers trying to find the skirt and socks, no use. You look in another draw and find the socks luckily. But no skirt, you turn to look at the pile of dirty clothes next to your bed. You remember that the last time you wore them you were caught in the rain. So now they smell of rain and the outside, you’re out of drawers to search. As your roommate comes back from dinner, you jump to your feet and ask her “Do you have a skirt I can borrow? I’m going to see George and the only skirt I have is dirty”

“Yea of course, I am a couple sizes smaller than you. I’m sure George won’t mind though” She smirks at you. You quirk an eyebrow at her confused. It’s like George and her know something you don’t about the skirt, you grab it from her. Hesitantly thanking her as you make your way to the door with the clothes.

She teases you as you leave to go to the bathroom to change. As you look in the mirror after undressing you question if you should change your underwear. The white frilly bow staring back at you, you decide not to because they’re really cute. And you’d have to go all the way back to your dorm.

Finally pulling up the skirt and the socks you check the time, you should get going now if you wanna be on time. You look yourself over in the mirror and hurriedly leave the common room.

As you’re walking you thank yourself for putting on the socks, the cold air much worse than before. You think back to your roommate, still confused about what she was talking about. The skirt looked really good on you so you didn’t worry too much about it.

You make it to the painting just a few minutes early, hoping you don’t make enough noise to wake up the paintings. As your staring off into nowhere you jump a little as the painting opens. George stands in the entrance, his smile falters as he sees what you’re wearing.

“Georgie, I missed you” You smile warmly and go to hug him, he’s slow to hug back so you pull away and eye him. Before you can interrogate he drags you inside, through the common room and up to his dorm.

“Are you feeling alright?” You ask while taking a seat on his bed, leaning back on your hands. You notice his eyes following your legs as you go to cross them.

“Just fine, darling. I see you wore the skirt, I don’t remember it being this short though” You go to tell him it’s your roommates but he continues “I am definitely not complaining though, you look so good. Can you lay down for me?” You giggle and do as he says, stretching your arms above your head. Your eyes close as you stretch fully. His hands spread over your stomach and waist as he leans down towards you.

Lips ghosting over yours, he finally connects you two. The kiss much lighter than the one in the broom closet. Your hands go to his face to hold his cheeks, he deepens the kiss with his tongue again, now knowing what to do you open your mouth. You move your tongue along his and try the thing he did before. You suck his tongue erotically and his grip on your waist gets tighter. He breaks away to breathily tell you to move up to the pillows. You make your way there and wait for him, he takes your legs and wraps them around his waist. He goes to kiss you again, this kiss much heavier than before. You can’t help but to moan as he rocks into you, your arousal outweighing your embarrassment.

Your skirt rises, he pulls away to look at you. “This skirt looks so good on you, baby. Godric, you need to wear it more often, and don’t even get me started on these socks”

“Why do you like the skirt so much? I don’t get it” You furrow your eyebrows at him.

“My little girl is so innocent, she doesn’t know how good she looks in a skirt. Darling, you wearing that skirt does something to me. Godric, it makes me want to ruin you”

“What do you mean by ‘ruin you’?” You mutter, shyly. He groans lightly before answering “It means I want to have sex with you. I want to do things to you, is that alright y/n? I need you to consent”

Heart beating almost painfully you wonder if this is a good idea or not, but the feeling in your underwear begs you to say yes.

“I want it, Georgie. Please ruin me” you whine.

He tips his head back, a low growl leaving his throat as he palms himself through his pants. The sight nearly making you drool.

His hands make their way to the hem of your shirt, asking if it’s okay, you nod yes. The shirt landing somewhere on the floor, the view in front of him going straight to his cock.

Your wide eyes staring up at him, white lacy bra adorning your skin for only him to see, the short skirt, and the thigh highs all complementing each other. Merlin he could take a picture and never get tired of it.

“You look so good in this, darling. I’m so hard” You whine and look down at the outline of his cock. Clenching your thighs together you beg him to continue. He smirks as his fingers find the zipper of the skirt and pull down, the small piece of clothing off in seconds.

“Godric, y/n. These are so sexy, we’re leaving these on” he says eyeing them. The frilly bow in the middle making you look like an angel in his eyes.

“These as well” He snaps the thigh highs against your skin. “Would you like to sit on my face, darling?” He looks at you, dead serious. You gasp and eagerly nod your head.

He lays beside you and orders you to swing your legs over him. He scoots over to the middle of the bed as you straddle him.

“w-what now, Georgie?” You can feel wetness pool in your underwear as his fingers slide up your back to your bra clasp. He pulls it off of you and throws it in a random direction. Veiny hands massaging the supple flesh.

“Move towards my face darling, all the way up here” You hesitantly make your way to him, not sure what’s gonna happen. It’s like he reads your mind when he says “you’re gonna taste so good. I can’t believe I get to be the first one to eat you out” He groans, you’re finally above his mouth. You can feel yourself shake lightly and your cunt throb, his fingers move your underwear over. You close your eyes in embarrassment, that doesn’t last long as the biggest moan rips from your throat. The feeling of his tongue on your most sensitive spot had you reeling.

You try not to grind against his mouth but it’s so hard not to, the way his tongue circles your clit and then sucks has you delirious. Soon his hands grab your ass and he grinds you into his mouth. He moans and you clench, the vibrations making you bite your lip so you’re not too loud.

His mouth finds your clit once more and sucks hard, your hands shoot to his hair and tears well up in your eyes.

“G-george, I think i’m close. You feel so good” You pant out.

He eats you out like he’s starved, you peak down and see his eyes are closed. Something about the way he’s so into tasting you makes you teeter off the edge. Your first big orgasm has you trembling and incoherent, the tears freely streaming down your face. When you calm down you go to get off of him but the hands on your ass don’t budge and he’s still sucking and licking you. It makes you lurch upward and whine.

“Georgie s-stop, im t-too sensitive” You thought that would slow him but he sped up. You’ve never felt anything like this and you can’t hold in the moans anymore, tears not stopping either. The jolts of electricity turn into hot pleasure and you’re suddenly cumming again. This time a hand shoots up to your mouth, your own hands are gripping his arms.

You start to calm down again and he actually lets you get off of him. You basically collapse on his bed and he groans at the sight of you. Mascara ruined, puffy lips and cheeks, and your hair stuck to your sweat covered forehead. He thinks you’re a work of art.

#george weasley #george weasley smut #george wealsey x reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter smut #hogwarts x reader #hogwarts smut

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arewelonely · 3 years

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I just went through your whole account and devoured everything!!! You're so good😭!! I adore how you write Jily 😍! If you ever feel like it, could you do 7th year Jily smut where they sneak away to some quiet corner or some secret room to have alone time together, please?

thank you loveee <3

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“Psst.”

James shifted which hand was holding up his chin so he could better peer at her while Professor McGonagall spoke, wand waving and objects shifting on the desk at the front of the classroom. He cocked an eyebrow.

Lily jerked her head towards the door.

His eyebrow raised higher, and his girlfriend smiled sweetly, held his eye contact, and then broke it. Ah. Shite. He bit his lip hard, dug his fingernails into his cheek. Lily. They were in class. She lifted her gaze back up from his literal pants to meet his eyes.

James swallowed and looked back to Professor McGonagall. He took his wand and held it under the desk, looking out of the very corner of his eye to lift Lily’s quill. He lowered it to dip in the ink and then brought it slowly to Lily’s parchment…

You’ve been spending too much time with me and the boys.

He exhaled and stretched his neck from side to side, scooching around in his seat. He was sure his handwriting was terrible, but Evans would figure it out.

Sirius shot him a look from his other side and James rolled his eyes. He pushed back his shoulders and tried to appear like he was concentrating on the lecture.

He fiddled with his wand in his lap. Yet, his quill was soon scratching across the parchment and he flicked his eyes up, a smile getting ready to break free.

I’ve read ahead, I can explain this lecture to you later.

The muscles in James’ face rippled and he risked a glance. Lily’s legs were crossed and she looked far too smug, red hair tucked behind her ear. Her tie was… it was drooping. She must have loosened it at some point in a previous class as she got tired; it was nearing the end of the day. He could loosen it some more.

James forced a swallow and turned back to McGonagall, the grandfather clock to her side showing forty-five minutes left. He had N.E.W.T.s this year, it was his last year, he wouldn’t be able to learn from McGonagall after this. He liked Transfiguration–it of course helped that Minnie had always had a soft spot for him (Quidditch, his good marks, et cetera), but he actually did enjoy this class.

James pretended that he didn’t notice Lily shifting in the seat next to him. He tried to pretend that he didn’t notice his quill was moving again though his hands were still clasped in his lap. It was really hard to avoid her though. He was too curious.

Who are you to deny me?

James squirmed his mouth around his smile. He bit the inside of his cheeks and then his lower lip and his nose wrinkled. Who was he to deny her?

He shifted his grip on his wand, took a quick glance at Lily’s paper again to get the mental image of her desk…

You denied me the other day.

You needed a shower.

I was hard all throughout my shower.

And I fixed that soon after.

James’ jaw had a thoroughly difficult time deciding whether it should tighten, loosen, or just fidget around uncomfortably. Fuck, Lil, we cannot discuss this right now.

We could, if you would take a bathroom break.

Forty minutes.

Lily audibly sighed and James ignored Sirius’ continued confused stares. He took his quill back from where it had been standing upright in the air and scratched down a few notes to make himself pretend that he was paying attention (transfiguration, concentration, focus–)

His quill wobbled and tried to jerk out of James’ grip. He narrowed his eyes at it, rather than its culprit, and tightened his hand. The feather squirmed even more and then shot upwards out of his grasp. James glanced over at Professor McGonagall, but she was thankfully answering a question from the other side of the classroom. What he would have done if she had asked to see his parchment...

But Evans was in charge now. James pursed his lips. He leaned back and raised his eyebrows, watching the feather lower itself to the parchment.

A circle.

Then another, and–ah, alright, and a long, circumcised dick.

James snorted and leaned forward a tad to cover the drawing from anyone else’s view. She was an artist, his girlfriend.

His quill was still squiggling under his body and he glanced down after a bit to find a messily-drawn vagina, with a flowerlike clit at the top.

James’ hand went to his neck. Oh. He rubbed it, staring at the page. Heat spread down his back. He cleared his throat.

“Professor, sorry, bathroom.”

He folded the parchment to hide the drawings, sliding it under his books, and walked towards the door. He let one of his fingers trace the top of Lily’s shoulders as he passed behind her.

Once in the hallway, James scanned the doors. There was a broom closet on this floor, if his memory served him right.

His footsteps echoed in the halls. Everyone was in class. Lily better be on her way.

Yes, here, he yanked the door open and shut.

In the darkness, James pressed his back to the wall and rubbed his forehead. He was growing harder now that there was no one here except him and the thoughts his girlfriend had placed in his head… He cupped himself with an exhale.

He would never stop thanking the world for Lily Evans.

“James?”

“Yeah, in here.”

Lily grinned and her eyes were sparkling as she shut the door behind her. James could just see her twinkles and then it all was dark and she tugged on his tie and kissed him, one hand sliding around his back, fingertips poking. “Hey.”

Lily looped an arm around James’ neck and pushed downwards, hoisting one leg around James’ waist. He caught her as she lifted her other leg, effectively climbing him in two steps, and Lily bent her head to kiss at James’ jaw as he laughed and turned them, nestling Lily on top of a stool stashed in the corner. Her hands danced along his shoulders.

“It was my artistry that got you, huh?”

James rolled his eyes and dragged his hands up from her waist. The corner of his mouth quirked as Lily took a raspy breath in. “Yeah, that dick drawing really got me going.” He drew circles with the pads of his fingers around Lily’s sides, inching his way closer to her chest.

“Mm?” Lily pulled him closer by his tie again, her legs squeezing him tight. His eyes adjusted to the dark and he smiled at her. “You seemed to have more trouble concentrating with my beautiful vagina though, or did I misinterpret the massive blush?”

James pushed away his smirk, bending to kiss her, trying to get her to stop talking–

But Lily dissolved into laughter, head falling to his shoulder as she squeezed him tighter again. She then picked her head up and tapped at his chest, nudging him away. “I was right!”

“Alright, hush, now…”

Lily winked and pushed aside his robes. James stifled a groan as she palmed his dick through his pants, having grown harder with the mention of her, so close to him.

“C’mere, Potter.” Lily cupped her palm around James’ jaw and brought him closer, kissing his lower lip and then his top. He bent over her more to deepen the kiss and slid his hand under her shirt, scraping his fingers upwards to brush under, up, and across her breasts.

He broke the kiss when Lily gave a soft moan and lowered his head to her neck. He kissed lightly under her jaw, right on her pulsepoint, and then gripped Lily’s waist tighter, sliding his hands towards the front of her thighs as he sucked softly.

“Ey, Potter…”

“Just a small one,” James said, biting his lip and glancing up at her, smile creeping around the edges of his mouth.

Lily flared her nostrils and shook her head, shoulders shaking with small laughter.

“Or I’ll move on down here?” He lifted Lily’s skirt up, his hands spreading out around her thighs.

Lily inhaled. “Alright.”

James swallowed as Lily held his eye contact, something in the glint of her eye and the curve of her mouth making his dick strain against his pants. He knelt down and kissed the inside of her thighs, stroking ahead of and behind his lips, couldn’t help his smile when his fingertips reached her underwear and she wiggled against him. He kissed along the point where her thigh met her pelvis and pushed aside her underwear to drag his fingers up along her.

She exhaled and twirled her fingers in his hair, scooting closer to the edge of the stool.

“Gimme the glasses,” she whispered.

James breathed out a chuckle and removed his head from under her skirt, beaming up at her until she plucked them from his face and placed them upright on her head like sunglasses.

“Cold metal,” Lily said, and James smirked and watched her nose shift around on her face as he pulled her underwear down and stroked her.

This was why he had left class, and he knew it and he knew that Lily knew it and his dick was so hard he had to give himself a squeeze every so often just to relieve some of the pressure because Lily, Merlin, she was breathing sporadically now. He couldn’t see her anymore, his head bent under her skirt, but he could feel her heartbeat on his lips. One of her legs was dangling over his shoulder and whenever he hit a particularly good spot, or got a good rhythm going, she’d push him closer with her heel.

Every so often James got a breathed version of his name–“Mm, James”–and occasionally she would whisper out instructions. For the most part, though, her heel and her wiggling and twitching against him when everything clicked just right drove him along.

“Okay, okay, come on up here.”

James rubbed the back of his hand against his lips and rose to his feet. He pressed Lily’s back against the wall and met her lips. Her kiss was insistent and she sucked on his lips and then his tongue. He grinned when she let go and pressed his forehead to hers, dragging his fingers back up her thigh.

Lily bucked against his hand and her nails dug into his shoulder blades. He bent to kiss her again, pressing light kisses on her jawline as his fingers pushed back and forth in time with Lily’s movements.

And yeah, this was why he had left class, for having to hold himself back as Lily’s squirming got more persistent and as she let out a few gasps and brought his unoccupied hand to her breast to squeeze briefly and then just drag along her body…

“Damn, James,” Lily exhaled. She rubbed her hands across his back as she pulled him away slowly and his pace slowed.

James caught her eye and smirked, swooping in to kiss her.

“Mm, mm, come here,” Lily kissed him one last time and then slid forward, stumbling a little bit as she landed on her feet.

James chuckled, his arms spotting her as she teetered. “You alright there?”

Lily glanced up at him, coy. “My legs are a bit shaky, perhaps.” She pulled up her underwear and then tugged at his pants, pulling him closer. She watched him as she undid his belt and slid her hand slowly around his dick.

He groaned and bent his head to her shoulder. “You’re talking.”

“We’ve got a stool right here if you’d like.”

James huffed out a laugh and maneuvered them so he could rest against the wall as Lily now sunk to her knees and took him in her mouth, eyes smiling as she licked around his tip and then sucked as far as she could.

He knew he had been dripping already and it wouldn’t take long. He rocked into her mouth slowly. The feeling of her enveloping him so fully… he hoped this was how she felt when he kissed her there. Her eyes were shut and she rubbed her hands on his thighs and around his balls. His glasses still sat atop her head.

He swallowed and managed, “ah shit, I–”

Lily increased her speed and took him as he came, humming a little around him. She then released him and pressed kisses to the inside of his thigh, stroking up and down his leg. He inhaled when her hand came close to his dick, it giving a little twitch in response. Lily grinned and brushed by it again.

“I think that’s your favorite part,” James said.

Lily raised her eyebrows and took his hands to get her back to standing again.

“When my dick just reacts to you existing.”

“Oh, yeah, for sure,” she said, her hands pressing to the sides of his face and kissing him again, and again and again. “I mean,” she continued, her kisses dipping to his jaw, “it’s analogous to your smirk when I needed a moment to stand.”

“I don’t smirk.”

Lily snorted and James grinned, plucking his glasses back from the top of her head.

“Beautiful,” he declared, blinking into the now clear world in front of him. His world beamed back.

They righted themselves, Lily fixing her skirt and James tucking his dick back into his pants. They straightened their robes and Lily tugged on James’ hair just because she could and she pulled him to her again and his hand snuck around her waist. They kissed in between grins and musings on how much time it had been since they had left class.

“I’m going to head back first,” Lily announced finally.

James frowned. “I left first.”

“Yeah, and I have more of a reputation to uphold.”

James snorted. “You just forced your boyfriend to leave class because you were horny, hardly a goody-two–”

Lily leaned back against James’ hand still holding her tight and shrugged. “They don’t know that.”

“What was it in the first place?”

“What was what?”

“What got you all riled up?”

Lily grinned. “Ah, I don’t know, you waltzed into class all cute and I’m horny this week and–”

“Just this week?”

Lily pressed close for one last kiss and then opened the door to the closet so a bit of light shone in. “I don’t know, I think I’m ovulating or something, ya know how it goes.”

“Oh, yes, I totally do,” James said, shaking his head and laughing.

“Anyway, I might need some help with my abundance of hormones a little later, perhaps tonight, or tomorrow, or–”

“Or why don’t you just draw a vagina on my paper when you’re feeling like it, and I’ll follow shortly thereafter?”

Lily beamed. “Yes, that sounds perfect.”

#jily #jily fanfic #jily smut #jily fluff #jily fic #hp #harry potter #hp fanfic #marauders #marauders era #the marauders #happy hanukkah you all #gn mes amours

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starsaver94 · 3 years

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hello! i love your works!! <3 may i please get a matchup with the boys from these three games: sdr2, dr v3: kh, and mystic messenger ? to be more specific- a matchup with one boy from each of these games. :o

so for starters, i'm a 5'0" trans man! i have brown hair that's asymmetrical, but i wanna dye the longer part of it pink! my zodiac sign is gemini-cancer cusp, and my personality type is infp. my hobbies include drawing, reading, writing, gaming, and makeup. my fave color is pink and i love the aesthetics sanrio/hello kitty, webcore, weirdcore, glitchcore, kidcore, lovecore, etc. i wear a lot of pink and i loveee wearing sweaters, skirts, thigh highs, etc. i am a feminine trans guy indeed. uwu an interest i have that kinda contrasts with my whole aesthetic is true crime. i love mysteries and hearing of things that have been solved too. it's at a point where i can create theories with what i think's happened in a cold case. i also love exploring the paranormal and supernatural!

my personality is pretty fitting for the gemini sign, i think? when you first meet me, i'm rather shy, quiet, reserved. i have social anxiety so meeting new people can be a struggle. however when someone becomes closer to me, i become more talkative and i unveil my chaotic sense of humor. i laugh at the silliest things. xD i'm also an introvert so i tend to stray away from big social gatherings and spend time alone or with a few people at a time, even just one on one too! so i value time spent with my s/o and friends dearly! i struggle with depression tho so even if someone is close to me, i won't /always/ be my more bubbly self. i also have low self esteem and confidence issues. i'm neurodivergent, have slow processing, i struggle with social cues, and i often don't realize if something i'm doing is wrong or not. i'm diagnosed with adhd but i may be autistic as well. i'm very, very empathetic tho too! i help others out a lot with their problems and give lots of love and support. i sometimes end up forgetting to care for myself tho, but i've been working on that. i care for and love animals a lot, and i want to do work with them. i have pets of my own and i treat them like my own children!

in a partner, i'm looking for a guy who can be kind, patient, be openly emotionally vulnerable with me or be willing to learn to be, communicate with me, and engage in at least a bit of my humor. someone who can laugh with me. i can be a cuddlebug with my s/o, kissy too, and i will totally text them wholesome memes just to make their day. my s/o is also one of the ppl i love to laugh with the most. i'll send them random memes and even start inside jokes with them!

okay, i think that's all i wanted to say! sorry if that was too long or anything ^^;; have a good day and take care!~

Author: I'm glad you like my works! ^_^ Hope you have a good day as well.

For Goodbye Despair: I pair you with…

Gundham Tanaka!

I’ll be honest, it took a while for you to break through Gudham’s shell.

But when you did, you gained a excellent and interesting boyfriend.

Gundham may be a bit hesitant at first when it comes to affection, but once you start a cuddle session with him, hug him, or kiss him on the cheek or lips then he’ll want more and more.

His first few times trying to comfort you may come off as awkward (since he’s not used to it), but he definitely tries his best to lift your spirits. His four dark devas will often help him out.

Since both you and Gundham have a fascination with the paranormal, the two of you would often watch documentaries or horror films that are about said subject.

Be prepared to share your pets with this man. Since you’re both animal lovers, you’ll both (playfully) fight over your animal’s attention.

For V3: Killing Harmony: I pair you with...

Shuichi Saihara!

Due to his talent as the Ultimate Detective, Shuichi can tell when you’re not feeling your best.

He enjoys cuddling sessions with you, even though it makes him incredibly flustered and blushy.

You’re one of the few people he lets wear his signature hat.

Shuichi likes playing puzzle games with you, but his two of his all time favorite game series are Ace Attorney and Professor Layton.

You guys would often have mini competitions when watching mystery/detective shows. The two of you would often guess who the culprit was in the episode or you would try and guess a twist that could happen in the show, and whoever was incorrect would have to get the winner a snack or drink.

For Mystic Messenger: I pair you with...

Yoosung Kim!

This sweetheart!

Yoosung is a major cuddlebug!

He often has a smile on his face when you send him a meme before he goes to class.

Yoosung loves it when you play LOLOL (League of Loneliness of Life) with him. If you’re still a beginner, he’ll eagerly teach you how to play.

He’s a bit of a scaredy cat, so he really can’t handle stuff related to the paranormal.

He’s grateful that you’ll help him take care of his cat.

Kiss or hug him out of nowhere? Watch him become a stuttering, blushing mess!

#gundham tanaka #tanaka gundham #shuichi saihara #saihara shuichi #yoosung kim #kim yoosung #danganronpa 2 #sdr2 goodbye despair #goodbye despair #v3 killing harmony #danganronpa v3 #mystic messenger #danganronpa matchups #mystic messenger matchup

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bethdehart · 3 years

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Harlow for KettlePhish!

My part of an art trade with KettlePhish on deviantart!! This was a lot of fun, I don't draw dog furries often but it was fun to figure out! Also I loveee this color scheme. ^^

[Image description: A digitally drawn illustration of an anthropomorphic norwegian elkhound. She has a dark brown snout and lighter brown fur elsewhere. She wears a black turtleneck that says 'normal people scare me', with a blue jacket and a black and red-striped skirt. She has very long light teal hair with cropped bangs, a scar over her left eye, and orangey-gold paw pads and nose. Her tongue is sticking out and is a light blue.]

(January 19, 2021)

#furry #furry art #furry fandom #anthro #anthropomorphic #Beth DeHart

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balkanballad · 3 years

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esc 2021 fashion review. category:💐

and, one last time, welcome to this review. after 🥀, everything that sparkles isn’t necessarily a great outfit and either basic or interesting, this category, 💐, has my personal favourite looks (and a very short conclusion at the very end of it). enjoy:

Estonia

I could have let this man in the basic category, yes, but I think it is the best fitting look for this song. it fits him well and it fits the song. I like how the bow is messy, that’s a nice touch. I can’t complain about anything and I liked it, so it’s here.

Switzerland

could I technically have put him in the glitter category? yes, but I like this outfit! I really like the glitter on the top and the pants to it. the shoes are the only thing that I didn’t completely love, but it’s okay, the looks still is one that I really enjoyed.

Bulgaria

everything about this look is so soothing and comforting to me. it’s very soft and different. I like it. again, the shoes were not my favourite thing and first I didn’t like them, but looking at the whole look and performance now, I like it still a lot and even the shoes kind of grew on me.

Portugal

I love a good classy look. I like how it fits them, all of them, they fit together as a group with the looks and it fits the song style. so, it checks all the boxes and is a good look to me!

Lithuania

I like that they wear a colour that no one else was wearing. they all fit in together with the yellow, the white and the boxy cuts, but everyone also has a different outfit. I like all the looks because they are fun and fitting to the song as well as them.

Romania

the dancers with the hands are a nice kind of symbolism and I love that when it nicely done. I also like the purple theme with the eye makeup and the flowers on the top with the red skirt a lot! I think it’s different and also not like anything else that we have seen that year and I like that.

Ireland

yes, I like Lesley and am biased in this case, but I think it looks good! the green goes well with the Maps lyrics and the theme overall and it fits her well as well! she looks cute. I really like this outfit.

Belgium

boots and sparkles/glitter are both things that I previously didn’t praise, but I think it’s well done here (finally). it looks cool! Rafal wishes he had this level of coolness.

Russia

I love it. the traditional aspect, the stepping out of the big dress, keeping the headpiece on the entire time though, the red suit, the other singers in the golden outfits - just yes to all of it. I think it was original, fitting to the theme of the song and an outfit to remember.

France

if you know me, you knew this was coming, but yes, this was my favourite look this year. I loveee this look so much. the top is everything and fits with the pants, the shoes and the handpiece and it looked elegant in an effortless way, imo. I also liked the concept drawing and close up of the top, which I also re-posted before on here.

my conclusion:

I think we saw some really good looks and, as ever year, some were not as good, that is simply how it is and always was, of course, but I still wish the next year to do better. colours and patterns (there are so many of both of them that exist) are allowed and welcome! make it classy and/or fun and/or make it make sense. I would love to see that.

#j. talks #eurovision #which ones were your favourite looks?

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rosesisupposes · 5 years

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you should see me in a gown

pairing: Logince, background sleepxiety

word count: 1,307

This was inspired by @skylagamingv2′s undying love for Logince and an excellent quote from @hawthornshadow

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Edited to add: Read on ao3!

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Logan is wearing this dress by @midnightcandy

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Roman Augustus was an asshole, and no, Logan Leavitt was not open to constructive criticism.

The fact that said asshole was also his boyfriend was irrelevant.

He just clearly knew exactly what he was doing, all the time. Like this morning, when Logan had woken up at his usual time of 5:30 am to make coffee and read the paper before work. At 6, just when the coffee always kicked in enough for him to start doing the crossword, Roman meandered into the kitchen. His auburn hair was tousled from sleep but still managed to look like he’d just walked out of a photoshoot. He was wearing nothing but sleep shirt and boxers, and it was one of Logan’s old t-shirts, the one that said “Science: It’s Like Magic, but Real.”

Roman had slouched over and sleepily kissed Logan on the cheek, muttering something about sunshine or starlight. Logan was not confident on the exact words, because he’d been a bit distracted, okay.

Then there’d been the time when Logan had gotten home from teaching, exhausted and with sore feet. Roman had been in his typical post-audition-jitters routine of cleaning the entire house while singing Disney songs. Normally Logan would replace the broom as Roman’s dance partner, but he was so tired that day, and had shuffled over to the couch. Roman had abandoned the broom and instead swept Logan off his feet, carrying him bridal style as he continued to turn and sway. “So this is loveee,” he crooned, waltzing around their living room. Logan would have insisted that he put him down right now but then Roman had kissed him on the forehead and his face started to light on fire as his head went into the clouds. Standing on his own would have been dangerous, surely. It was just common sense to stay in Roman’s arms instead. And if he stayed there until Roman gently deposited him in a kitchen chair and started serving dinner… Well. In his defense, his feet hurt.

Every time Roman dressed up to go out was far worse because he would act like he didn’t know. As if somehow, this gorgeous man was unaware of the effect he had on his poor boyfriend when he’d draw on perfectly sharp wings to his eyeliner, or smooth on lipstick in his signature red, or a hint of blush that reminded Logan far too much of what Roman’s faced looked like in the middle of…

Logan shook his head, resisting the urge to fan his warming cheeks. Now was not another time to get distracted, particularly when Roman wasn’t even home yet. No, today was the day to turn the tables. He’d been bemoaning how he’s just too pretty, all the time to his best friend Virgil when Virgil’s boyfriend had fixed him with a look.

“Okay, yes, your boy’s a snacc, but why not turn the tables, doll?”

Virgil had elbowed Remy with a teasing grin. “Hey, I better be the main course, you thot.”

“Oh hun you know I’d eat you up at any time. Including right now. Logan, will you excuse us?”

“Fuck off, that’s not what I meant!”

“I mean, he can stay, I’m easy,” Remy said, blowing a kiss at the teacher who was currently regretting every single decision of his entire life, particularly the one where he’d idly commented that Virgil’s tattoo artist was attractive and he should try talking to him.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “What did you mean by ‘turn the tables,’ love? Is this a scheme idea?”

Remy sat up from where he’d been draping himself across the entire couch and also both other men. “Oh Virge, you know me so well. Yes, I have a scheme idea against Roman.”

“Awesome, let’s do it,” Virgil said immediately, just as Logan said “Absolutely not.”

“Lo, baby, hear me out,” Remy said.

And, like a fool, he had.

But now he was waiting with a quivery anticipation as the clock ticked closer to the time Roman was scheduled to be home from rehearsal. He adjusted his glasses as he walked back to the window, staring out into the sunset. Was this whole thing ridiculous? It felt so excessive, and indulgent. What if Roman didn’t like it? He should just leave this alone, it had been a mistake to follow any advice of Remy’s.

He turned away from the window, running a hand through his hair, when a small sound in the doorway caught his attention.

Roman had entered silently and was staring, slack-jawed, at Logan’s outfit. His eyes caught on swirls of embroidery at Logan’s wrist and traveled down the navy silk along his arm to where his shoulders were exposed. Roman swallowed hard as he took in the sheer fabric stretched across Logan’s collarbone and down to the shimmery purple designs that spread across his skirt, starting at his navel. Like a nebula seen from galaxies away, the purple faded into greens and blues and even golds, pricked through with tiny specks of light and constellations. The skirt spread out in a wave from Logan’s waist, twinkling with his movements, holding Roman’s gaze as if he’d been hypnotized.

“...Lo?” he managed to squeak out.

Logan’s self-consciousness had vanished as he watched his love go entirely catatonic in contemplation of his dress. He walked to the door, relishing in the tiny whispers of silk against silk, and pulled Roman fully into their apartment. His boyfriend was still in his rehearsal costume, a prince’s regalia complete with epaulettes, but his face was rapidly turning the color of the bright crimson sash that crossed his chest.

“Hello, dearest,” Logan said, cupping Roman’s face with one hand. “How was rehearsal?”

“...grood. I mean, geat. I mean,” he stammered, still staring at the curve of Logan’s waist underneath the gown. “God, I’m so gay,” he whispered. He reached out tentatively to lay a hand on Logan’s hip.

Logan brought his other hand up to rest on Roman’s shoulder, still cupping his face in his hand. “I’m glad you’re home,” he said evenly.

Roman just nodded, face blazing red as he brought up a hand to Logan’s neck.

“Oh, do you like the dress?” Logan asked innocently.

Roman finally found his voice. “Lo, I… you’re a wonder. You are a vision of starlight and dreams, and I love you so, so much.”

“Because of the gown?”

“Of course not,” Roman said, kissing Logan’s cheek. “I love you because you’re brilliant, and passionate, and so driven to learn and help your students learn, and because you do that thing where you tap your pencil on your nose when you’re doing the crossword, and everytime I see it I just want to pull you back to bed to snuggle but I can’t so I just kiss you…”

Logan stopped him by kissing him softly on the mouth. “Like that?” he asked, only a little breathless as they parted.

“...yeah, just like that,” Roman said through a haze of smiles. “Dearheart, what is the occasion?”

“I wanted to fluster you the way you fluster me, daily and constantly,” Logan said with a smile. “Is it working?”

Roman giggled, then spoke seriously. “Darling, I have been flustered by you since the day we met. Every time I look in your eyes, my brain stops working, in complete and utter disbelief that a man like you is still in love with me. It’s an occupational hazard, and the best risk I ever take.”

Logan blushed again, but smiled through it. “Well, if nothing else, this dress has procured me a large number of compliments, so not a complete waste.”

Roman would have thrown his head back to laugh, but that would have meant looking away from the beautiful vision in front of him. Smiling, he leaned in to kiss Logan at least once more.

#logince #Roses Writes Fanfic #hello it's fluff time #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #logan sanders #ts logan #ts roman #roman sanders #my smol nerd son #my smol drama son #put my bois in skirts you cowards #gimme that good logince #remy sanders #virgil sanders #background sleepxiety

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miss-zei · 7 years

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I was tagged by @impracticaldemon and @strawberrysweetlove35 thank you for the tag guys <3

1. How tall are you? 5′4″

2. What color and style is your hair? My hair is kind of a ‘strawberry brown’? Idk if that’s even a thing.

3. What color are your eyes? Green-blue, some days they’re more green... others they’re more blue haha.

4. Do you wear glasses? Yup, there was a period of like... 6-8 years where I went without them though. I didn’t realize how awful my sight was until I went to an eye doctor and let me just tell you, when I first saw that I could see every leaf on a tree... that was pretty big for me haha

5. Do you wear braces? Nah, but I did for two years back in middle school.

6. What is your fashion sense? Not really sure, I used to love wearing dresses and skirts back in high school... because I actually had to go out all the time. But now I only ever really go places that I need to go (work, store) so I tend to wear comfy clothes instead if I can help it. So mostly over sized sweaters and jeans.

7. Do you have any siblings? Three younger sisters.

8. What kind of student were/are you? I was pretty good, I was never happy unless I had all As. Though towards the end of my senior year I wound up bombing a class on purpose because it was taking away from all my other classes. If I hadn’t done that, all of my other grades would have suffered. So I’d like to believe I made the right decision.

9. What is your favorite subject? I always loved English the most.

10. Favorite TV shows? Well, I’ve never been much of a TV watcher. But in this case... I’d like to believe that Netflix counts? If so Parks and Recreation, Scrubs, Psych, Criminal Minds, Dexter, How I Met Your Mother, Malcolm in the Middle... and I’m sure there are a few others that I can’t think of right now haha

11. Favorite books? Right now I’m COMPLETELY in love with the A Court of Thorns and Roses series. But besides that I also love More Than This by Patrick Ness and Reincarnation by Suzanne Weyn

12. Favorite pastime? Drawing, writing, reading, watching netflix

13. Any regrets? So many.

14. What is your dream job? I’d love to be able to do something with my art, to really become skilled enough to really draw out the things that I imagine.

15. Do you want to get married? Yup!

16. Do you want kids? How many? I absolutely do! I loveee kids! Though I’ve never really thought about how many, maybe 2-4?

17. How many countries have you visited? One. This one. Haaaaaa

18. What’s the scariest dream you’ve ever had? I dream about dying ALL the time. Me dying, family dying... friends dying. It gets really bad, I’ll wake up and believe that it actually happened because the dream had felt so real.

19. Do you have any enemies? Probably! COME FORTH AND FIGHT ME!

20. Do you have a datemate? I am not entirely sure what that means... but I’m going to go ahead and say no since I’m single and am not currently affiliating myself with anybody.

I’ll tag: @unashamed-shipper @sanguine-fairy @ventus-rogue @thefairywrites @summylise

#zei is tagged #not ft #not anime

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