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bonny-kookoo · 9 months

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X♡X♡ [SEVEN DAYS] Day 2

The second day gives you a moment of reflection, and an interesting insight into his position in not only this arrangement, but the scene in general. And he also helps you use your past bad experiences go create a new one- one you'll probably never forget.

Tags/Warnings: Porn with a lot of plot basically, inexperienced!reader, Dom!Jungkook, BDSM themes and elements, discussion of past bad experiences (sexual and general relationships), bondage (tied wrists), sensual dominance, Oral (male receiving), handjob (female receiving), squirting, more of Jungkooks dirty thoughts but its pretty tame this time haha, aftercare, romantic tension is that a thing I'm making it a thing now

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A/N: Hello hi I hope this doesn't disappoint 💗

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The next day, it's him who wakes up first. And for a minute or two, he's actually unsure where he is- why is he on the couch? And why does his chest feel so heavy?

And then it all bleeds back into him, fills his head with nothing but memories of what happened yesterday.

He wonders if it feels the same for you as it does to him. Do you enjoy it? Sure, it looks like it, feels like it- but what if you only pretend to not make him feel bad?

He knows what's going on with him, so he decides to be a little selfish for once. You'll understand- he's doing it to stay sane and in a good headspace after all, and that only benefits you at the end of the day.

His arms move around a bit, adjust as he carefully pulls you a little closer, just to reassure himself. You're sleeping deeply, resting comfortably, and that can only mean that he's not scary to you. You still like him, you still want to spend time with him.

You wake up slowly, stretch your limbs for a second before you yawn, eyes slowly opening to look at him. "What's wrong?" You ask, and he just shakes his head.

"Nothing." He smiles, speaks with an equally as tired voice towards you, as you to him. You don't buy his cheap lie though.

"If I need to be honest at all times, I want you to do that too." You argue sleepily. "Thats only fair."

"You're right." He sighs, running a hand through your hair. "You remember how you dropped yesterday, during your shower after I warned you what could happen?" He reminds you, and you nod, suppressing a yawn. "Well, I'm having somewhat of a similar situation. It's fine though- I'm already feeling much better." He reassures, but you move, and lean on your hands before you sit up.

"No, wait-" you shake your head. "-can I help with that? Like, you helped me, there's got to be something I can do in return." You tell him, and he can't help but lean his head back, close his eyes and laugh.

You're just too precious.

"I just need you." He says after a moment, hand reaching out for yours to take. "Thats all." He shrugs, and you watch him with suspicion, though you do take his inviting hand and lay back down close to him.

"Can you.. you don't have to if it's weird!" You instantly interrupt yourself, making him chuckle. "But.. okay so, it made sense to me that as the.. receiving one and stuff, you'd go through a drop of emotions. Like, of course, sure. But like, I don't really understand how you'd get the same feeling? You're the leader and stuff, right?" You wonder, and he nods, humming to himself as he thinks about how to properly explain it.

"People tend to think that the sub is.. some sort of 'victim' towards the dominant person." Jungkook says, while the arm you lay on is bent, hand drawing shapes on the tip of your shoulder. "In reality, it's a clear power exchange, right? I only do what you tell me I can. You're calling the shots. You make the boundaries- I only ever have as much power as you're willing to give me." He explains to you, and you nod. "And with that comes.. responsibility. Pressure. Because in order for you to be able to let yourself fall, I have to be able to hold you for that time." He continues, as your hand reaches out to let your finger follow some of the inked lines of his tattoos. "I go through just as many emotions as you do. It's why I told you aftercare is important for us both." He says, looking at where your finger is tracing his skin. "Without it, I can drop just as hard."

You adjust your position as he finishes his explanation, looking at him. "Is there.. can I do anything to make sure you.. like, don't?" You ask. "As in- what do you need to feel good afterwards too?" You wonder, and he laughs to himself, shaking his head before he pulls you a bit closer for a second.

"Like I said-" he says, stretching his arms as well. "-I just need you. As long as you make me feel wanted, I'll be fine." He offers, before he kisses you're forehead, only to get up and walk into the bathroom right after.

You're not entirely sure if you understand what he means by making him 'feel wanted'-

But you'll do everything that you can to make sure he's gonna enjoy this week just as much as you know you will.

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You're both having breakfast, simple foods on the table, and in a way, it feels almost domestic. You already don't want to ever leave his home ever again- everything's so calm and it feels almost.. surreal. You've never felt like this. Up until now, you've always been somewhat stressed about things, so much so that it's become normal to you. The pressure of work, someone ringing the doorbell even if it's just the mailman, your boss calling you into office every now and then- pressure and stress have always been there for you. So, in a way, this calm and carefree bubble you're currently in, is intimidating you.

A lot.

"Have you ever given head before?" Jungkook asks suddenly, making you choke on your glass of water, making him pat your back with a grin on his face. "Sorry, I should've waited until you were done drinking." He laughs, and you slowly catch your breath again.

"I uh- tried but it was awkward really quickly so he.. kind of told me not to.." you reply to him, your words growing quieter towards the end. He feels an odd sense of pity for you- not really in a demeaning manner, but more so in a way of empathy. After all, he's been through a bad relationship in the past too- one that had given him major insecurities from himself and his body, issues he needed time for to solve them for himself. He feels for you. You should've never had to experience those things.

But if he can do anything to help you heal, he will do it.

"Did you not like it?" He asks casually, eating the simple breakfast food he's made earlier. He's so at ease with these things that you can't help but be as well- shrugging.

"I.. don't remember." You answer honestly. "I'm not sure anymore. I think.. like, the idea of doing it with you seems a bit intimidating, but not.. unattractive, you know?" You say, carefully lifting your gaze to look at him, who's lips are slowly turning upwards at the corners as he chews his food.

"Would you like to try? After we're done eating?" He asks, and you nod. It's another sign that you're growing more comfortable with him- clear answers falling more freely from you, you're no longer as eager to make sure you keep your true intentions hidden. And while he knows you still hold back a lot, he still appreciates the steps you're taking towards him.

Because it makes him eager to finally take your hand and never let go.

"You know.." You start, slowly, and he let's you go at your own pace for a moment, not pressuring you by looking at you or anything. He knows you're easily intimidated and pushed backwards whenever you try and jump over your own shadow in any way, so he tries to keep things as comfortable as he can for now. Just like he said, he's getting to know you, after all- not only on a physical level, but an emotional one as well. He's got the unique opportunity to really look behind the scenes of your otherwise always carefree nature you put up.

He wants this simple act to become a reality with him. He wants to be able to actually make you feel relaxed, and comfortable, and not so stressed all the time. Because he felt it. In the tense muscles of your body, in your need to somehow prove to him that you can be independent, and even before he got to touch you he's known. You seem awfully terrified of relying on someone, of trusting, or simply letting someone else take the reigns. You never truly let yourself go, and while he wants to know why- this week, he's rather gonna focus on showing you that he can be a safe zone for you.

He can't erase what memories you've already made. He can't undo what's happened to you- but he can make sure that your future experiences will outweigh any bad past you're carrying around.

"How about we.. uhm.." You start, instantly gaining his attention. You seem to think deeply before you bite on your bottom lip, a nervous habit he's already noticed. He does it too, mostly with his piercings- so he's in no position to try and scold you for it. "Like, I feel like you're not.. uh.." You don't know how to say it, and it's clear to him. He wonders what you want to say. He's not- what? What do you want him to do?

"You know you can be honest with me." He chuckles. "Really. If there's anything I'm doing that's not comfortable to you, you should actually said it." he offers, and you nod, putting your cutlery down before you lean back on your hands.

"It just.." You still struggle clearly. "You're the.. dom, right?" You ask, and he nods. "But, it doesn't really feel like it?" You carefully phrase, probably because you don't want to scratch his ego in case he'd feel attacked. But he's not so fragile. He won't break from a simple observation like that.

Mostly, because you're right. And that's been a calculated move from the very start.

"I don't want to overwhelm you, simply." He shrugs. "I hardly think you would've enjoyed our first experience together if I was to push you around and bark orders at you, would you?" He jokes almost, and you nod after thinking about it.

He's right. That would've probably more or less traumatized you.

"But we can definitely increase the intensity, if you want to." Jungkook offers casually. "I go at your pace, after all."

"But is that even enjoyable to you then?" You wonder, a bit insecure. "Isn't it boring?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

"Trust me-" He smiles, collecting the empty dishes on the table. "-having sex with the person you love is never boring." He winks, before he takes your dishes too, and brings them into the kitchen to wash them.

All while you're left stunned by his words spoken so effortlessly and out in the open as if they were nothing.

You wonder when you'll be able to do that.

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It's only Tuesday, and for some reason, sex has already begun to feel.. almost natural with Jungkook.

He doesn't make it into an awkward show, or something you need to endlessly prepare for- and neither does he keep it strictly bound to one place or setting like you've known it to be in the past. Jungkook is a free spirit- and it shows in the way he approaches sex and intimacy.

It's odd, how you're already noticing that.

"Now remember, Tiger stops everything. Saying it is nothing bad, it won't make things awkward-" he recites to you, as he crawls onto the couch, already shirtless. "-well simply calm down, clean up, and talk about what made you use it. Not to put you on a pedestal-" he continues, and you nod.

"-But to communicate and learn, I know." You reassure him, and he smiles, tapping below your chin.

"Good Girl." He teases, probably accidentally making your heart jump.

Whenever he says things like this, does things like this, you feel like you're actually falling in love with him. And that's fine, right? After all, he wants to love you too.

He's just waiting for you, patiently.

"Alright. Eyes on me from now on." He demands, commanding tone making it clear that the scene has begun- and the excitement of it easily begins to bubble up in your veins, filling your bloodstream with warmth and anticipation, while he moves, buckle of his belt jingling a little as he discards his pants- and you just know, from the way he moves, that he's also stripping off the rest of his clothes.

But you stay strong, even though your eyes desperately want to wander lower, curiosity spreading as he moves to sit behind you, when you feel something cool but soft against your wrists he's holding behind your back. "Remember-" he lowly speaks. "-If you feel like you'll panic, say the word." He reminds you one last time, before he pulls his pelt tight, experienced movements of his hands binding together yours, making you unable to use them anymore.

And then, you feel his lips. Faintly, almost teasing, pecking your skin, from the spot where your wrists rest straight up your spine to the back of your neck.

You shiver, but not from the cold. He chuckles as if to answer, before he moves to sit down with his back against the headrest of the pull out couch you've slept on with him last night, reaching out to you.

His hand on your chin, thumb almost gently running over your bottom lip, before he dares to make you open your mouth, his finger on your tongue. Throughout it all, your eyes stay on him, just like he told you they should, and you can feel something happening to you you didn't know was possible.

You feel like you're reaching your peak just from this alone- the sight of him, your hands bound behind your back, the knowledge that he's entirely bare in front of you. You want to see him.

But you wait. He's in charge, after all.

"So pretty.." he chuckles with eyes dark, licking his own bottom lip until the tip of his tongue plays with his piercing a little, while he watches you struggle to stay calm. His hand leaves your face, before he seems to think-

Just for a second though. He won't go there yet- slow steps, steady progress, no rush, he reminds himself.

"Look at you, so patient." He praises, and your breathing picks up at the sound of his words, eyes sparkling. You're so cute, he thinks to himself. Dangerous, most of all. "Tell me what you want." He commands, and you swallow, before you speak.

".. you." You answer. He chuckles.

"I'm right here." He snickers, amused.

"No, like.. I want-" you say, looking down his chest, his stomach, muscle defined as you reach his belly button, before the prominent V-Line greets your vision, soon followed by his hard length fully erect.

It twitches once, and you can't look away.

"Eyes up, darling." He demands, and your gaze snaps back up, earning a pleased smile. "Good Girl." He grins. "Now, I'll ask again. What do you want?" He asks, and you have to physically force the words out of you.

"I want you inside my mouth.." you tell him, and he tilts his head to the side, faking innocence.

"You'll have to be more specific, darling." He purrs down at you, hand around your neck angling your face upwards to straighten your back, fixing your posture for you. It helps- though the simple touch around your throat makes you clench around nothing, oddly enough. It's clear that he's slowly increasing the intensity of the powerplay- no longer as easy to convince.

You've probably already leaked onto the sheets underneath you. And you couldn't care less.

Maybe it's the way he's gotten you to straighten your back in an almost confident position. Maybe it's the praise getting to your head. Or maybe you're just being consumed by your own lust. But suddenly, your words aren't so hard to say out loud any longer as you speak.

"I want to please you." You say, and it catches him off guard a little. "Please let me have it.." you plead, and in this moment, he doesn't care that you're technically still not speaking out what you want specifically. He really couldn't care less.

How could he, with a goddess Aphrodite on her knees right in front of him, asking to pleasure him?

"Go ahead, darling." He says, finally offering his permission. "Let's see what you have to offer, hm?" He teases with a low purr in his tone, and at that, you realize you've received the green light from him.

And quite honestly, suddenly you don't care anymore if you've ever given head- because after all, Jungkook will guide you. Jungkook will use you in any way he deems right.

And you don't mind one bit.

You're not to sure what you're doing, but you're going small steps at a time, threading carefully to check what works and what doesn't. It's intimidating, yes- but not in a bad way. More like, you know what you want, you got the goal right in sight of you, but the road there seems a bit tough to navigate.

But you'll figure it out. You'll earn his praise, his affection, and most of all-

The sight of his face bathed in pleasure.

You lick the very tip as if to taste first, eyes looking up at him to check if there's any change in his expression- but he just watches you for now, not much to be seen on his face yet. Only when you wrap your lips around the head of his cock does he lean his head back, eyes closed and lips parted, and you know that while yes, you're getting what you wanted-

It's not enough. You want to see more.

Your wrists struggle for a second as you're reminded that they're out of order for now- and instead of starting to panic like you thought you might, you instead think of any other way you could use your mouth on him. You don't want to be boring.

If you're boring he might just not want you.

And you want him to want you.

Rolling your tongue around his head, you notice the way the muscles in his lower stomach contract- a clear reaction, face also scrunched up in what you know must be a positive reaction-

Because he's smiling, after all.

You're taking him deeper and deeper, testing your own limits, and its really making him use up all his willpower not to grab your hair and fuck your mouth. Your lips are shiny with your saliva, you're slowly easing that tension in your bones too- you're becoming comfortable, and that alone is reward enough.

That, and your goddamn tongue running over his cock like a succubus.

You're not sure how to properly stimulate him considering you can't fit much of him in your mouth, so you occasionally let him pop out just to lick the rest of him base to tip. You like the way it makes his breath hitch.

"So good." He praises, breathes out mostly as you hold him flat on your tongue, swallowing around him.

And he gasps out at that, a moan escaping him that sounds so forbidden that it sends pleasure right down your core. You do it again, and it makes his face scrunch up, teeth biting his bottom lip as he starts to look concentrated on something.

"You can spit it out." He says, and for a second you're not sure what he's saying, having just started to play around with sucking the head slightly, when his thighs seem to struggle keeping still, a drawn out groan escaping him as his release shoots into your mouth.

You drink him up, and he can't help but laugh.

You really are dangerous, a demon in disguise.

The moment you let him go, you lick your lips, although the bitter taste makes you involuntarily cringe slightly. He can't help but chuckle in endearment at the sight, moving in his position to kiss your cheek, jaw and neck, tongue running over your skin it feels like, his kisses both incredibly dirty but sweet.

It makes you feel butterflies, and they're just as excitedly fluttering around as your body is as soon as his hand finds its way between your legs.

"So wet- desperate to get off, aren't you?" He asks, and you nod, easily falling onto your back to lift your legs as he strips off your underwear, clear strings of arousal clinging to the fabric for a moment before its discarded somewhere you don't care. "Look at that pretty cunt." He chuckles, hand easily moving, fingers dipping between your lower lips to cover themselves in your juices, every motion smoothly gliding. Two of them enter your achingly empty core, and he feels you clench around his digits already as he moves them in and out. "So soft and warm.. makes me wanna bury myself balls deep inside it." He says, and you whine at the thought of it.

You want it. No matter if you can't take it- you want it.

He takes out his fingers just for a moment to teasingly tap your clit, making you kick out your legs in frustration as he keeps on providing never enough friction or stimulation to truly get you off.

"Please-" you beg, out of breath. "-please make me cum!" You tell him, and the corners of his lips move upwards at your first true demand voiced out clearly.

"You wanna cum, huh.." he hums almost to himself, when he moves to perk your butt up on his thigh, before his hand cups your heat for a moment, as if to contemplate what to do next.

And then his fingers are back inside, curling and moving rapidly, heel of his palm finally giving you that friction you've been seeking. But it's fast, it's rough, and while you don't say the word that would stop it, you're unsure what's happening to yourself.

"Let go." He tells you, free hand grabbing one of your tits to let his thumb run over your perked up nipple. "You wanted to cum-" he almost mocks you, "so cum." He demands, and that you do.

You don't know what exactly happens, but you know that he doesn't seem to mind it, so it's probably nothing bad.

Wet sounds suddenly echo off the walls as he moves a bit slower, pushes you through your orgasm and straight into another, softer one that doesn't make you almost deaf and blind. It soothes you a little, until the sting of overstimulation makes your hips jump.

You only barely notice his palm soothingly running up and down your thigh now, having let go of your still throbbing cunt as you recover from whatever that was, sheets visibly darkened below you while his hand and forearm are glistening with liquid.

You can see him smile down at you, and that's enough. You don't need to understand anything to just enjoy his affectionate eyes on you.

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You're in the bathtub, when you inspect your wrists, his own hands carefully holding them, thumb running over the red marks left. They'll fade soon, you know that- and it makes you almost sad, looking at them.

"Leather is a bit rough." He hums in thought. "I'll use something softer next time." He offers, moving your wrists closer to his face to kiss the skin there.

"Its fine.." you say quietly, voice echoing off the tiled walls of his bathroom. "I like.. this." You say, and he chuckles.

"Me kissing you, or the marks on your skin?" He wonders, and you shrug, water moving a bit.

"Both." You say, looking up at him from over your shoulder.

"Noted." He jokes, though you can see something sparkle in his eyes. "Though, I gotta say.." he says, moving a bit as the water sloshes around, "...that was quite impressive for a first-timer." He jokes, and you roll your eyes, face turning red.

"I didn't even know what I was doing." You deny, making him laugh openly.

"Well, once you know what you're doing you're gonna send me straight to the moon then." He exaggerates playfully. "That'll be an out-of-body experience!" He tells you, and you just lean back into his chest, shrugging.

"Well, I've got five more days to work on my skills." You proudly say, and he nods quietly.

"Only five?" He teases, and you groan.

"Yeah.." you hum, looking up at him. "Tonight I just wanna.. cuddle?" You ask, and he nods softly down at you, arms wrapping around your shoulders.

"Cuddling it is then." He tells you, reaching over your shoulder to drain the tub of the soapy water.

And true to his word, the rest of the day is in fact spent mostly domestic and without any further mention of any.. adult activities, until a question begins to bother you, as you watch him scroll for something to watch on his TV. "Hey, Jungkook?" You wonder, and he raises his brows, humming a reply to you that shows his peaked interest in what you've got to say. "Isn't it.. gonna be, I don't know.." You mumble, unsure how to phrase it. "How come we haven't had.. sex yet?" You ask, and he looks confused for a moment, before he looks at you, task immediately abandoned at your words.

"I'm not sure if I follow." He jokes. "I'm pretty sure we had sex just a few hours earlier? When you squirted-" He starts but you wave him off like an annoying insect in panic, making him laugh at your shy antics.

"No no no, that's not-" You shakes your head, before you clarify. "That's not- like, proper sex. You know." You try to get him onto the right path, and he leans back into the couch, crossing his arms.

"Ah-" He hums out after a moment of contemplating what you've said, finally processing it correctly. "Okay, I get what you mean now. Though I've gotta correct you-" he says, putting down the remote to the TV for now. "-I don't have to put my dick in you to be able to call it sex." He corrects you in a gentle way, before he uncrosses his arms, turning his body more towards you. "But I have a feeling that's not entirely your point." he continues, and you shrug.

"I don't know how to explain it." You complain. "Like, even if I'm gonna like everything you do this week-" You offer, trying to convey your feelings properly. "-I'm still not gonna be able to.. have that kind of sex with you." You say, and he scrunches up his brows for a second, before he shakes his head.

"Doesn't mean we can't try." He tells you. "Is that something you'd want?" He asks, and you nod. "No, I mean- is that something you'd like to do? Don't just say yes because you think I'll need that from you to feel satisfied. I can think of numerous different ways to get myself off with your help, don't you worry about that." He chuckles, especially when you grow clearly flustered by his blunt way of talking about this entire topic.

"I already know I can't do it." You deflate, averting your eyes. "I told you- it didn't work-" You start, but he shakes his head.

"Just because it didn't work with him, doesn't mean anything." He denies. "There's tons of reasons you weren't able to take him. Maybe actual size, maybe poor preparation, maybe you were too tense, maybe all of it- we'll never truly know." He shrugs his shoulders. "Trust me when I tell you, that if you want to try, I'm gonna make sure I'll use any way I know of to make it as comfortable as I can." He offers, but you don't seem too convinced.

"But you're- like, a lot bigger than him." You say, probably unaware how that fuels Jungkook's ego in secret, as he suppresses a smirk.

"So?" He asks, unable to see your point. "I'm not like him. I actually care about my partner's pleasure together with my own. You'll just have to trust me, and I'll make sure to try any way to make it work." He offers, and after a moment or two, you nod.

"Okay." You say. "I want to.. try then. Like, not right now- but, I don't know. At some point." You nod, and he grins brightly, nodding as well.

"I'll keep it in mind."

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"You're still awake." He notes as he sits down on the edge of the pulled out sofa, having left his bedroom to grab a glass of water in the middle of the night, and you sigh, admitting it with that reaction. "What's on your mind?" He asks, and you shrug, turning towards him.

It'd be selfish to ask him to sleep in the same bed with you again, right? After all, this week is about sex, and finding out if you're.. physically compatible, so to say. Or maybe not even that. He'd just said he wants to convince you of his ways, not that he'd be with you at the end of this week. Have you lost that out of sight, already?

It's only Tuesday, and you're already somewhat regretting things. It feels weird, like that feeling of disappointment you get when thinking of a past experience or achievement you missed out on because you'd been simply stupid or selfish.

This doesn't mean anything to him. He's just so caring because that's what he's like with everyone he fucks.

"Nothing." You say, refusing to open up to him, and he doesn't know what brought that on. He's not sure what he's supposed to do now- after all, you both agreed to exploring each other on an intimate level, but you didn't actually clarify if you wanted to explore anything romantic either. He doesn't want to overstep a line for you, doesn't want to push anything you wouldn't feel comfortable with.

But at the same time, he can't help but feel like you're constantly reaching out for his heart, though careful, and unsure.

"If it keeps you up at night it's not nothing." He declines your answer, reaching out to adjust one of the pillows so it doesn't hide your face from him. "Tell me. I can't help if I don't know what's going on." He reminds you, and you stay still for a moment or two, clock on the wall of his open kitchenette ticking the only sound in the apartment for a good while.

"I think I-" You start, unable to finish that sentence how you'd like to.

I think I'm falling in love with you.

"I think I don't want to sleep alone." You instead say out loud, sounding horribly selfish in your own ears. But he just chuckles and nods, patting the blanket you're under.

"Scoot over then." He teases, making you move just like he'd requested, before he sneaks underneath the blanket where you're already warm and cozy. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" He asks quietly, as you look at him in the darkness of the apartment.

You nod, silently, hoping he sees.

He does- but he doesn't believe in it. There's something on your mind you're not telling him, and he knows he's gonna have to coax it out of you at some point this week, because there's this odd feeling in his chest that suspects, and maybe even hopes, that what he himself is feeling might just be what you're battling with as well.

And he wants to hear you say it.

He wants you to love him.

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crushedsweets · 2 months

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hey sucker! 😋😋

what would the creeps do for valentine’s day?

like yknow, would some be given small treats or do others treat it like a regular day?

happy belated valentines day! hope you guys had fun and shared some love with everyone around you! this is the closest youre gonna get to x reader content from me.

AGAIN THIS IS SET IN MY AU!!! MY AU IS PRETTY DETAILED AND HAS AN OVERARCHING STORYLINE WITH PRE-ESTABLISHED FRIENDSHIPS, SETTINGS, JOBS, CHARACTER ARCS AND WHATNOT....... so :3 yeah.

Tim and Brian probably don't do much. They'll totally grab some chocolates/candy and eat it, but just cuz its there, not as a gift. if they had a partner, they'd just go get some dinner.. flowers, basic stuff. put on an unironed button up and pick their partner up LOL.

toby might do something depending on where he is in the story. early on, he is not doing SHIIIIT. deep into his friendship with nina(who opens up a lot of his emotional vulnerabilities n stuff), he might feel a little inclined to pick up some flowers for some of the girls in his life (nina, clocky, kate, lazari) just cuz he used to do something small for his sister/mom when he was younger (cuz frank never did shit). if he had a partner, he'd def wanna do jewelry and classic flowers. he likes necklaces and rings and piercings and stuff, doesnt wear them much cuz they get in the way, but likes seeing people wear stuff he got. he's the type to make them turn around so he could put the necklace on them, but if they even slightly laugh at him trying to be sweet, he's getting mad HAHA. "ok nevermind im returning this you fucking suck" (jokingly.. but he is embarrassed). would just wanna stay home though, no nights out or anything

clocky would paint stuff. she'd give nina a portrait of herself cuz nina loooves being someone's muse, do some nice art of forest creatures and leave some notes for toby. she'd feel pretty awkward about it just cuz even when she was with her highschool boyfriend, she wasn't good at giving or receiving affection. if she's gifted any flowers (which she will be getting), she's absolutely pressing them and either sealing them in some paintings, or putting it in frames that hold her old art/art she picked up at thrifts. if she had a partner, she'd obviously paint them or something. i could see her spending a long time working through a journal to gift them, making every 3 pages a painting, drawing, or journal entry expressing something. "today you and i went to get lunch. i think the place was way too expensive, but you liked it." and then empty pages for her partner to fill in with whatever they want.

nina. ok come on. lets be serious. its nina. she's gonna buy everyone(as in toby, clocky, kate, jane, liu) one expensive gift (cologne, watches, shoes, jewelry, makeup) and then throw together mini bouquets, notes, and probably shop lift other smaller stuff cuz 'IM BROKE I SPENT TOO MUCH I HAVE TO' LOLLL.. she's the type to literally decorate her house for it, putting up some of clocky's more romantic paintings (cuz she has a collection of clocky's work), setting out heart-shaped coasters, bringing out heart shaped pillows.... honestly she probably already had those.... she'd absolutely plan galentines dinner for her friends, bake cookies, everything. if she had a partner, it would be really similar. she likes to spoil people, gift giving and acts of service are her ways of showing love - buuuut she does want to be spoiled in return, so physical affection and quality time is what she wants to receive. she wants to be treated like a princess, be picked up, have her doors opened for her, told she looks beautiful, etc.

jack is even less likely to do something than toby. before the sacrifice, he'd grab a cheap bag of individually wrapped chocolates and give them to people he knew around campus. i could see him buying the same chocolates and leaving it in his cabin. telling whoever visits him to take some. nina would leave him some flowers too(say its also from toby) and he'd be really grateful, cuz she'd be very sure to get him whatever he thinks smells the nice. that way he can still appreciate it. if he had a partner, YOU KNOW HE'S COOKING THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DINNER AT HOME. he's cleaning up, very awkwardly trying to dress nice. black button up, slacks, slick his hair back(or he'd just do whatever his partner says looks best, not too concerned with his own preference). he'd feel sooo fucking embarrassed and very nervous but he just wants to make it special. he'd write a long love letter, too

jeff isnt doing shit for anyone. he'll go steal some chocolate and mind his own business. if he had a partner, one that he ACTUALLY loved and wanted to keep around. maybe he'd pick up some flowers and chocolate, mainly cuz he knows thats the bare minimum sort of gift. he'd let them demand that day from him, which takes a LOT for him to let anyone feel entitled to HIS time. if he knows they have higher expectations (dinner, a letter, etc) he'd probably bitch and moan and be like "ugh you already know im into you why do i gotta do this shit" but if theyre serious, he'd probably do it. half assed though...

kates also not doing anything unprompted. she wouldnt even know the day is coming around. her only memories of valentines day would be passing out some candy and cards around class in elementary school, but once she was in the forest, nobody gave HER shit. she might pick some flowers and wrap it in some paper for people , but ONLY if she KNOWS they're getting something for her. like, she'd pick nina some flowers cuz she knows ninas doing something regardless, but she wouldnt get toby anything cuz she wouldnt have expected it from him. then shed feel bad. if she had a partner, again it'd be similar. she KNOWS she needs to put in the effort, but she doesnt exactly have the resources... the farm does pay her some cash since she works with the animals, but she mostly just gives it straight to toby so he can buy stuff for the cabin. but she'd keep it this time around, and quietly ask toby if he could come with her to get some stuff for them. some sweets, a necklace, scribble out a little letter. smth sweet.

janes married. and she goes all out of her wife. buys her like a 3dozen bouquet of red roses, sets reservations at nice restaurants, makes mary breakfast the morning of. all of that. i dont even know how to go into detail on this because thats just how it is for her, theres not some turmoil for her to work through. she'd also start getting sally some stuff. plushies holding hearts, balloons, sweet things like that. if she had a partner...WELL SHE ALREADY DOES!!!!

if liu knows nina is going to gift him something expensive, he's doing the same. he's going to grab her flowers and maybe some shoes or something he knows she's had her eye on. he wouldn't be really subtle about it, just text her "whats on your wishlist right now" LOLLL... he just appreciates nina's presence (after they get over the jeff situation) and likes having a little sister to spoil. he'd probably send jane a bouquet of flowers with a thank you note, since jane did a lot for him. if he had a partner, it would also be very stereotypical. date plans, picking them up, flowers, etc. he'd LOOOOVE to make one of those big baskets filled to the brim with random shit. would wanna come home and draw a nice bubble bath and have some wine. stuff like that in general...

ben, lulu, ann, and dina wouldnt do anything and wouldnt get a partner. lazari would draw some pictures for her friends! sally will draw something for jane and mary

#creeped #not everyone gets equal love cuz...idk #uhh #ticci toby #clockwork #nina the killer #eyeless jack #jeff the killer #jane the killer #homicidal liu #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta fandom #i like when u guys call me sucker im like :D HAYYY

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pansear-doodles · 10 months

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its time i talk about the person who left a dent on me

the worst part of my trauma when it comes to it being connected to people i was once close with is that my perspective of what makes of them reminders of them (i do this to anyone im close with- whether it is a symbol or a certain appearance or trait or event)

little bit of serious talk here folks, so i apologize for the unexpected. hope you have the filters.

for most of my internet life, it was almost only me. completely unfiltered. came to deviantart first. became popular at an early age because of what i was doing in the fnaf fandom- it was not good for my mental health.

my groomer has a sona that never changes by design. he's always depicted as an orange fox with black long hair, black beanie and striped jacket. he likes fps games, especially the resident evil series- having associated me with Mia from resident evil 7. he likes fnaf (we met through fnaf... while i was like 14 i think- while he was 9 years older than me). he draws well... i guess. in pokemon form, he would be a jolteon. i would be a pansear. he would be the fox. i would be the rabbit.

as a child i was very impressionate, overly emotional, and cringe (ofc). i would be best friends with my groomer after finding out we shared many common interests and kept talking to each other about it- and then later fess up i have romantic feelings for him.

this would have been the opportunity for him to back up and say no.

but he didn't say no.

we continued off and became a couple. not many people batted an eye on how questionable it was for a 15 year old to be in a relationship with a 24 year old. almost nobody, save for a few concerned friends (and one stranger on Transformice) who i ignored unfortunately, talked it up with me to leave him. i held our relationship as a sort of defense mechanism. i relied on him to make me feel happy. i did a lot of things with him, and including those of the unsavory before i became of age. (i ever regret doing them- but how would i have known- i wasn't the adult here. he was.)

oh and have i mentioned he said the (un)iconic "you're pretty mature for your age." to me

you know whats one of the funniest weirdest shit about our relationship events was? he would show me this club penguin vid where there is a troll making crude remarks and harass someone (presumably a kid). that brotherman bill cp video. he would recite and memorize the song while blindfolded. ironic how he turns out to be in the end.

the wake up call was when he retweeted nsfw of an underage fictional character. seeing that purged my stomach.

yes. it was nsfw of a fictitious minor that was the nail to the coffin. nothing else. i was so delusioned. so troubled. i couldnt see anything else problematic until that happened.

it was so hard for me to let go of him. thankfully i had friends who comforted me and stuck with me through the whole way through. i was on my bed crying.

we've been in close contact for 5 years. i was convincing myself to stay on a doomed relationship because i didnt know what to do- i was already broken and unwell. i was very co-dependent (and i think some of those negative traits still follow me to this day- learning how to get out of that though). my groomer has left a large gap of my mind when we broke off- i revolved so much stuff around him.... and i forgot a lot of memories because of the trauma- taking even the happy unrelated to him ones with it.

i cared too much. and as someone who draws fast- you can imagine how much ive done.

my old files are infested with his likeness. i know i can just delete them but theres so much. so many. it is utterly revolting to see it all and the memories that come with it.

but as time went on, im starting to care less and less about what has happened between us. i am still traumatized of course and a lot of the negative things followed me, but i am healing somewhat and thats what matters i think. most of the things ive associated with him- the connection is fading. i have separated fnaf from him. i no longer associate orange foxes with him. i am comfortable drawing characters in black beanies.

if there is anything i should be grateful for, is that im no longer with him and im happier with someone else. im thankful for the friends who have helped me cope out of that shitfest.

if you know who this person is, i advise you not to witchhunt and harrass him. i dont know what hes doing and honestly i dont give a fuck on how he's doing. he should get help honestly. it is me, myself the victim, who has the say on the matter- and my say is to leave out of his sight.

if you are a minor and someone older than you does these similar things to you, please let your parents and friends know immediately. please be safe.

if my groomer ever reads this, somehow, then to him i say: i am not afraid of you and i do not care about you anymore.

thank you for reading.

#groomers #tw grooming #cw grooming #please let me know what else to tag #thoughts

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seangelfish · 9 months

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hi!! can i request romantic fluff of kaoru with a reader who likes to draw but is really shy about it? like they always hide their sketchbook when he goes up to them, but its bc they really likes to draw him when he isn't looking. tysm!! take your time and have a good day <3

Aww, this is actually a cute request because I absolutely love Kaoru and I could relate to the reader here too (as an artist myself)! I had to rewrite this twice because I didn't like my first draft lol but this version is definitely a lot better, so I hope you enjoy reading! ♡

Her sketchbook

Kaoru Hakaze x artist! Reader ♡ Genre/s: Fluff, mutual crush ♡ Word count: 1,423 ♡ Plot/summary: Kaoru always wonders what's inside that sketchbook of yours that you just won't show him. However, you vowed to never show this sketchbook to anybody especially Kaoru who you like so much.

During break, you would head off to the Yumenosaki Academy Garden where you would draw to your heart's desire. You usually drew the pretty flowers therce or the insects that visited them. Sometimes you'd draw the birds that would land on the table you were working on, also feeding them bits of your lunch. By time, that sketchbook of yours was covered in beautiful, colourful drawings of nature.

Kaoru, who had taken a liking to you, would always ask what you were up to. He'd always find you in the gardens smiling happily to yourself when you've finished a drawing. He liked seeing you like this when you're content and at peace.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” called out a voice.

You knew it was Kaoru, so you looked up at him and smiled. He's been visiting you a lot lately, and you always enjoyed his presence.

“Haha, you’re drawing again?” he asked happily. “Can I see?”

As you glanced down at the drawing you were working on, you gasped. This made him look down too, but you had already slammed your sketchbook shut.

But despite you liking him so much, you could never show him your sketchbook. EVER.

"(Y/N)?"

"It's not that good!" you cried. "I don't want you seeing it!"

"Huh? But–"

And in a blink of an eye, you were gone, leaving Kaoru stranded all alone in the gardens.

This same situation has happened countless of other times too. Whenever you'd see Kaoru appear from the hedges, you'd immediately hide your sketchbook on your lap. When you weren't in the gardens, but on the school's rooftop, and Kaoru was there helping out with the school's laundry, you'd hide your sketchbook behind your back. Even when he would visit you in the art department with Rei, your sketchbook was just no where to be found!

"She just doesn't want you looking," said Koga after Kaoru had finished telling the rest of UNDEAD his observation. "I wouldn't want you looking either."

Adonis agreed. "It's her personal sketchbook. She probably has stuff she just doesn't want to show you."

"I suppose..." Kaoru sighed. "But I would like to know what she's drawing..."

It wasn't as if you didn't show any of your drawings to Kaoru. You were happy to show him the pieces you were working on in class. Not only did he think you were beautiful, but the things you drew were beautiful too.

However, the way you presented yourself in class and the way you presented yourself outside in the gardens were completely different. He noticed how confident and poised you were whenever you're painting in class. You were focused, the brush between your fingers as you painted the canvas with delicacy. You were graceful with your strokes, careful with your movements. He loved watching you like this, and he loved it even more when you'd catch his eye from outside your classroom as you smiled at him.

But as he watched you smiling to yourself in the gardens, scribbling into your sketchbook with your face resting on your palm, he couldn't help but love you even more. You were truly content, giggling to yourself as you scribbled away. There was no need for you to act poised here, so you were able to be yourself, draw the things that you wanted to draw. Kaoru could see that clearly. He could see how the gardens' colours complimented your warmness, so he always wondered what things you were drawing that made you so happy like that.

The next day, he found you in the gardens again, as he always would. He could tell you had taken a break from drawing because you were now lost in thought, your hands cupping your cheeks as you stared at the sky.

“Haha, cute,” he muttered to himself.

He approached you slowly so he wouldn’t make a noise. You really were deep in thought because you hadn’t noticed him until he cupped his hands over your eyes.

“Guess who!”

You screamed, but once you knew it was Kaoru, you started to laugh.

"Oh, it's Rei, right?" you joked.

Kaoru chuckled, but a part of him didn't like your response. Was he jealous over you guessing wrong? You weren't even guessing properly and he knew of it, but it still annoyed him.

"Of course, it's you, Kaoru," you said as if you were reading his mind.

He had let you go at this point. You looked up at him with the brightest smile that he has ever seen you pull, but as he was looking down at you, he caught a glimpse at your opened sketchbook. You noticed this too, but this time, he was quicker than you.

He snatched your sketchbook from the table and began flipping through it.

“Kaoru, no!!!” you pleaded, gripping his blazer in order to stop him.

He wouldn't stop though. Eyes glued on the pages, he flipped through every single page of your sketchbook that you swore to yourself not to show anybody ESPECIALLY Kaoru.

The first few pages of your sketchbook were what he expected: drawings and sketches of the gardens. As usual, he thought they were beautiful. He could tell how much you loved this garden, and the feelings you have put into your drawings.

However, as he continued to flip the pages, his eyes widened.

"(Y/N), I..." he began, but trailed off.

Because what he was seeing in the next pages were no longer sketches of still life, but sketches of him. There were so many of them, ones of which were of him smiling and laughing, others of him looking confused or into the distance. There were even sketches of where he was preforming in his UNDEAD uniform.

When did you have time to draw these? He was with you most of the time, wasn't he? Does that mean that when he wasn't looking, you'd quickly sketch him?

By the time he reached the last page, his face was a deep shade of red.

"I didn't... expect that," he finally said.

You covered your eyes with your hands, head down on the table in complete embarrassment. All you wanted to do right now was to disappear off the planet. On the other hand, Kaoru couldn't stop smiling. He had to cup his hand over his mouth to stop himself.

“(Y/N), I didn’t know you felt that way about me,” he said shyly.

He always thought that his crush was one-sided, that you were just treating him like a friend. So now that he knew that the things you were drawing in the gardens that made you so happy were him, he couldn't contain his happiness.

He bent down a bit and clasped your shoulder, stroking it reassuringly. "(Y/N), please look at me." He spoke with such gentleness to you that you couldn't refuse his plea.

You lifted your head off the table and slowly looked at him. Your face was hot, cheeks glazed with tears.

"(Y/N)?! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you cry!" he exclaimed, feeling regretful of his actions.

"It's just... so embarrassing..." you sniffled. "I didn't want you finding out like this...!"

"Hey, hey," he said soothingly. "Please don't cry... it's okay... I love your drawings. You drew me so beautifully. I'm... actually really happy about it."

You could tell. Even when your vision was blurry due to the tears, you could tell how happy he was due to his big, radiant smile he had on his face. It made you want to cry even more.

You really did like him.

"I always wondered what you were drawing that you didn't want to show me," he began. "But to find out that it was me, I... I just can't help but love you even more than I ever have. (Y/N), you don't understand how much I adore you."

As he poured out his feelings for you, you couldn't help but cry even more. He wiped away your tears, bringing you into his embrace. You hesitated, but hugged him back, finding comfort in his big body.

Once you've calmed down, you looked at him again with a smile. He cupped your cheek which made you chuckle.

"I like you so much, Kaoru," you stated. "But I'm sure you already know that now. Am I... still allowed to draw you?"

"I will let you draw me as much as you like, just... don't run away from me, okay?" he replied with a soft laugh.

You nodded, taking his hand in yours.

"I promise not to do that anymore~"

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falloutjuli · 1 year

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OHHH BOYYYY OKAY. HEAR ME OUT RIGHT. HEAR ME OUT.

BUCCI GANG WITH G/N!Y/N (PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC IDM <3) WHO IS AN ALIEN (Like from part 4) WHO'S LIKE PRETTY WELL ACCUSTOMED TO EARTH BUT ALSO. TENDS TO SHAPESHIFT INTO ANIMALS ACCIDENTLY WHEN THEY FEEL AN EXTREME EMOTION!!

like pissed at narancia because he broke their favourite cd? OHHHH BOY ITS A FUCKING CHIHUAHUA

Otherwise, have a lovely day and hopefully you've got some good requests to keep you busy, i know what it's like to be painstakingly bored lmao. if you don't feel like writing this one tho, that's fine :)

DRINK SOME WATER BTW. JUST. JUST A SIP. LIKE. A LITTLE SCHLURP.

I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME THINK ABOUT THIS!!

And thank you so much for your kind words, always means a lot! Drinking water as I'm writing this. And now other people who read this... DRINK SOMETHING. NOW.

Anyways, i think it's on the more platonic side, but i think it can also be interpreted as romantic. Hope you enjoy my little writing!

Same content warning as before, typed on phone by an unhinged person 😎

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Bucci Gang x Alien!GN!Reader - Shapeshifting adventures

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The boys and Trish are pretty used to your sometimes weird antics but when they bit by bit discovered the shape shifting? OH BOY.

They were all used to you messing up small things that were normal to them, like teaching you idioms and stuff. But this? This is a whole new level of crazy.

First. The Narancia incident.

It's Narancia, so he pretended to know nothing about no CD. Especially not broken ones he helped pick out. No no, he knows nothing about this, never even heard of CDs.

But you know him and his bullshit so you keep nagging him about it, getting agitated by his constant lies.

And just when you wanted to full on speak your mind to him, poof. Bark.

He stares at a little Chihuahua where just Y/N stood that looked like it was ready to bite him.

Once everything in his brain clicks, he laughs his ass off. Tears in his eyes, his laughter filling all of the house, eventually drawing in Abbachio who just wants some piece and quite and now has to deal with Narancia crying/laughing on the floor and a.... Chihuahua angrily barking at him.

It took a while until Abbachio got answers out of the younger one and once everything was explained (well, everything despite what happened to the CD) he went off to get the rest of the gang, trying to contain his laughter on the way.

So everyone was informed then. Fugo and Giorno were super interested in this newfound quirk you discovered, Bruno and Trish were worried at first but once they saw that you had suffered no harm or were stuck in the form their worries subsided. Abbachio found it a little funny but was also glad you were alright.

Meanwhile to Mista and Narancia it's the funniest shit they have ever seen. They keep referencing it. "Ohhh Mista, don't steal their desert or they might turn into a puppy again!"

Those two are true idiots and once they pushed you a little too far and you accidentally turned into a grizzly bear, they finally stopped. For while.

Bruno had that worry again. He wasn't sure if you could maybe hurt yourself or them if this kept happening but you kept assuring him that's you'd never. It's just the form that changes, never the Y/N inside of the form.

Trish and Giorno are super kind to you as always and would barely ever push you into such extrem emotions to the point of accidentally shifting.

Abbachio and Bruno will always look out for you and will tell the others to stop bothering you/calm you down if they deem it necessary. They are never pushy about it, especially not Abbachio.

Fugo is... Certainly something. You're sure if he too was from your planet he'd be a walking zoo with how easily angered he is. You two spoke about that once and Fugo never felt happier to be from Earth.

While Mista and Narancia can certainly drive you up the walls, they also know when it's too much and after you turning into a bear, they decided they would stop trying to set you off on purpose. (Especially since Narancia brought up the possibility of you turning into a dinosaur. Which they deemed cool. But scary.)

This doesn't mean they will stop bickering with you over tiny things.

Mista also called you once a "Discount Giorno." Nobody found it funny and Giorno was tempted to transform his newly bought shoes with Golden Experience but decided against it.

#This was so fun to write thank you so much #my little italian mafia cuties #mista and Narancia would so get bitten by Chihuahua reader #jjba x reader #bucci gang #bucci gang x reader

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ladyofwinterfellxx · 2 years

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Dating Lisa Rowe Headcanons

Word count: 1k

Request: Yes | No

Film name: Girl, Interrupted

Pairings: Lisa Rowe x Fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut mention

Warnings: Psyche ward, Reader is mentally unwell, Mentions of self harm, Smoking, yk- Girl, Interrupted type stuff.

Synopsis: what its like dating Lisa Rowe

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Authors note: I’ve gotten really into “Girl, interrupted” lately, and I really like Lisa, so I thought I’d write for her because I relate to her a bit. Hope you like it :) Since Lisa is in the women’s ward the reader is depicted as female. (Just to make it easier Susanna and Lisa never kissed or anything) sorry if this is ooc or anything, i'll get better at writing her as i watch the movie more.

When you first came into the ward, you intrigued her. You weren't kicking and yelling like others usually did. You were quiet, and calm. She watched you carefully as Vallery showed you around the floor, observing your behavior and how you carried yourself.

As you roamed and hung around the ward, she’d come and tease and pester you quite often.

She would take a liking to you quite quickly, but it would take a lot for her to trust you completely, especially if you came after Susanna left.

If you came when Susanna did, She’d bring you along with her and Susan.

You’d probably have to be the one to make romantic advances, to be honest. Yes, she knows she likes you, but getting her to admit her feelings is like talking to a brick wall.

When you did confess, she’d tease you endlessly. but she’d accept your feelings and you’d start dating.

“Aww, you couldn't help falling for little ol’ me huh?”

“Lisa you literally like me too-”

She may act like a tough guy constantly but she softens up when you are alone together.

She’d call you sweetpea or doll face, maybe Hunny or darling once in a while.

She’s definitely the big spoon when you cuddle, but will little spoon once in a while if she’s having a bad day.

Painting each other's nails ofc

Getting her to open up is a tough job, but she’ll cave after a lot of convincing.

She’ll eventually open up about Jennie, and tell you how she misses her.

Comforting her when they give her shocks. Plz hold her after it really effects her.

Trying to keep her out of trouble

getting used to her sneaking up on you constantly, and her teasing you when you jump.

Speaking of teasing, this girl LOVES to tease and pick at you. All in good fun, of course, it's her love language.

she likes PDA depending on her mood, If she’s not having a good day she’s not as touchy, but when she’d in a good mood she’ll likely always have an arm around you or a hand on your thigh. PDA is a whole other story when she's jealous, though.

She’s very possessive, and makes sure everyone knows your hers. that being said, she doesn't exactly get jealous often.

She knows your hers, and Everyone knows not to mess with Lisa, let alone her girl.

When she does get jealous, she’s all over you. Maybe John’s standing a little too close to you or someone has had your attention away from her for a bit too long for her liking, she’ll either

A) Come up behind you, wrap her arms around your waist and start kissing your neck

B) Straight up pick you up bridal style and walk-off

or C) cause a scene to get your attention

Like most things, it depends on what mood she’s in and what the situation is.

(Smutty stuff below)

(ngl if she chooses to walk off with you 9 times /10 she’ll get you alone and roughly finger you to remind you who you belong to-)

^ I mean she almost always ends up doing that anyway but yk-

Speaking of that-

100% the dom in bed, she loves having control over you and your pleasure (or pain-)

3 words. Rough, fast, and messy.

You two don’t get very long to yourselves, so things almost always have to be quick.

But when you two do get alone time, she’ll take her time and really draw out yours and her pleasure.

(End of smutty stuff)

She’d take you with her when Her and Susanna run away.

She’ll do pretty much anything you ask her. Ned to see your file? she’ll get it for you. want a certain nail polish color? its sitting on your nightstand waiting for you. Want a certain book or something? she’ll get Vallery or one of the other nurses to get it for you.

Dates are pretty rare, but she’ll sometimes manage to convince Vallery or someone to let the two of you go off grounds to the ice cream shop or to go on a walk.

her letting you cut her hair for her

almost always sleeping with each other, either you in her room or you in hers.

she’s not very cuddly, but she will when she’d in the mood for it or when you two are sleeping. She like to either spoon you or one of you laying on the other's chest.

almost always getting dragged into her crazy antics

sharing cigarettes together

her being quick to defend you from anything and anyone

If you came before she ran away, your definitely gonna be friends with Jennie.

Knowing everything that's happening on that floor comes with dating Lisa, she knows everything about everybody and often gossips to you when she hears something.

You trying to get Lisa to ease up on Daisy

almost always sharing clothes

If your shorter than her she’ll tease you, calling you munchkin or shortcake.

if your taller than her? she’ll ask things like “how's the weather up there?” or little things like that to annoy you.

^ sometimes you catch her standing on her tiptoes to seem taller,

She’ll throw hands with anyone who tries anything to hurt you. Oh? this person said something about your illness? oops, their nose is broken now. So and so made you uncomfortable? she’ll make their life hell.

She lowkey likes when you play with her hair, brushing it, braiding it, or just twirling it in your fingers. she loves it.

This girl LOVES praise, she may not act like it but complimenting her always makes her melt. plz tell her how pretty she is, how much you love her and how proud of her you are, bb girl deserves it.

Playing cards together surprisingly often

Even though she may not seem like it, she’s a very good listener. If you need to rant, or just wanna ramble about something she’ll listen, giving you her full attention.

She’s good at remembering things, whether its a random childhood memory or something silly, she remembers everything you tell her.

She gets very interested in your hobbies. if your musical, maybe you play guitar or something, she’ll listen and watch you play. she’ll definitely want you to teach her. If your artsy she’ll watch you paint or draw very intently, occasionally doodling with you. If you write she’ll read anything you write, whether its a poem or a story, she’ll read it and tell you what she likes. she’s surprisingly good at constructive criticism, so if you want feedback she’ll give it to you.

^ if you give her any artwork or poems she’ll hang every one up in her room.

If your more on the anxious side, she’ll do the talking for you. Need something from a nurse? she’ll ask for you. Feel uncomfortable getting food from the cafeteria? she’ll get it for you. feel uncomfortable bathing? she’ll come in with you.

overall a protective and pretty good girlfriend

#lisa rowe x reader #lisa rowe #girl interrupted #wlw post #wlw ship #fem!reader

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gothmikasagf · 1 month

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Thank you for tagging me I really appreciate it!

Pronouns: He/It

Sexuality: Demisexual and Demi romantic

Platonic or romantic matchup works for me

Hobbies: Reading, writing, crafts, watching TV and gaming.

Interests: Cartoons, scary movies/stories/etc, writing, mythology, books, FNAF

Style: Mine switches but mainly, dark academia, goth, nerdy, and middle school boy. My fashion sense is all over the place but I stick with black or dark clothes. I am also almost always cold so I wear many layers and hoodies.

Personality: I am an introvert and have very bad anxiety. I tend to be chatty at times and be a pessimist. I tend to be a smartass though and make sarcastic comments under my breath. I also get frustrated with things because of my ADHD and Autism. I tend to stim, have anxiety/ADHD tics, scratch my arm, and stutters. I am pretty smart but my procrastination doesn’t help that. I am also almost very tired because I have horrible sleeping habits. I like staying up at night which is nice for me. I have a habit of going non-verbal for times so I learned ASL. my MBTI list is INTJ/INTP. I also have period of manic where I am in top of the world or quickly into panic attack mode.

Likes: weird stuff like bones, rocks, random trinkets. I love to read and write in my free time and cooking: especially baking.

Dislike: my tics since they draw attention when I’m already anxious, bright light and noises, stepping on cracks, being yelled at.

Sorry if I rambled too much.

I match you with...

Husk!

Best partner to watch scary movies with, he won't make a fuss! Says that crap doesn't scare him.

He definitely hears you whisper sarcastic comments and chuckles and agrees with you.

He also stays up late, just keep him company at the bar. No talking needed.

I feel like he would know how to comfort you and help you with panic attacks.

If he finds something random that he thinks you would like, he brings it to you. Just don't make a big fuss about it.

Would never say no to a baked good, especially if you make something special just for him.

Picks up immediately that you don't like people yelling so he never raises his voice at you and makes sure no one does whenever he can.

Soo sorry for the wait but here it is! I hope you liked it! Also I tried to leave it as vague as possible so you can interpret it however you prefer!

#hazbin husk x reader #hazbin hotel x you #matchups #hazbin hotel x reader #husk x reader

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bettercostume · 9 months

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Mars, I need help. Thoughts on kunessi dynamics 🎤

Meb i thought about this on the train to work and the train home from work and iiiiii have so many thoughts.

Literally Kun is his second wife. Or first wife, actually, since I think he's know Leo since Leo was the quiet kid who barely spoke and sat at the same table with him at the under 19s training, and who from that moment forward was his best boy, his right hand, his soulmate, his---i'm drawing a blank at romantic couples of history here but you get the idea.

Basically Kun is the mouth. He's never uncomfortable, and even though i get the sense he takes everything in deeply, he can rally like an inflatable punching clown. He does the practical jokes. He's the HE ASKED FOR NO PICKLES, but delivered with a backslap and a blinding grin. You feel compelled to like the guy. He's a rascal. He's also astonishingly good at football, and it takes a guy like Messi to make him look like an also ran. He is leo's number one fan forever, amen. He is fuck it we ride, ready to fight, but also there to pick him up and take him to the airport at 2 am with the radio on low and hot water already in a thermos on the console. It's nothing, pa, you know I love speeding through toll roads at night.

I think Leo really gravitates towards people who are the opposite of his persona, and his seemingly internal focus and observational participation in social stuff as a kid. As a fully formed adult, both he and Kun have become both more of their caricatures and less at the same time, mellowing out into people who can reverse card each other with expectations, but have a rock-solid bond. I think it would take like, kun murdering leo's kids in front of him for them to have a fallout.

There's the apocryphal story (that kun loves to tell. he loves building the kunessi lore) where they're at that lunch table i mentioned and kun is like hey who are you anyway? and leo is like, leo. everyone else twigs to who he is, the wunderkid shipped back from barca, but kun is like oh word? but like what's your last name? and it takes like three more repetitions for kun to be like OHHHH, WORD??? Which sums up their dynamic pretty well, I think. But after this I think really Leo has the opportunity to hurt Kun more: he's less overtly affectionate, imho, and he doesn't verbalize the love he feels. Sorry to self plagiarize but in the fic i wrote i basically say that leo is like it should be obvious i love you even if i don't call or text, because why would i stop? and kun, who wants to be needed and coveted, is like, ok but i wouldn't mind the princess treatment SOME of the time. and leo is like your wish is my command, i moved your suite to mine and you're living with me now happy world cup btw we will have adjoining mansions in miami when we retire.

I think the fact that Kun isn't afraid to look like an idiot, turns the party, and also has kind of a bitchy edge that resonates with what i believe to be the nougaty, spoiled princess interior of leo--i think all these things endeared him to the other and that leo was like. ok. kun is my friend forever IMMEDIATELY. I also know with that trust and affection they practiced kissing each other and whipped it out to compare length, width, and accuracy. KNOW AND TRUST THEY HAVE EXPLORED EACH OTHERS BODIES. The love is real and long-term but I think also they would absolutely be bucknasty filthy, still. IMHO they have a kind of macho old boys club thing where they don't talk about the physical sex as much, its so obvious, but then also are like yeah you love that tight little hole you homo you sissy etc during and it makes them so insanely hot when they're with their wives that even if months intervene they still freak like it's 1999. That's one read, the other is that they make love with lots of eye contact and kun cries the entire time. POR QUE NO LOS DOS. Sorry I sounded like the weeknd in his bad tv show there for a moment but you get the vibe.

ANYWAY. I HOPE THIS IS WHAT U WANTED.

#i could give a TED talk on kunessi #MEB MY GAL MEB!!

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gretavanheatabove · 2 years

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smokin’ sammy

just dumping a fic i never posted here! i wrote it sometime this past winter so it does not scream a summery vibe, but def a cozy vibe, hope u like it!

18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!!!

pairing: sam x fem reader

word count: ~4,000

summary: a one-shot in which fem reader and sam get high and get busy ;)

Sammy shuts the passenger door behind him and grins over at you, lifting your purse from the floor and holding it in his lap. “Can we crank the heat, please? My buns are freezing!” You smile back, nod, and adjust the knobs on the dashboard. Sammy reaches over your head to the sleeve of CD’s on the visor and pulls one out, inspecting it thoroughly. Maybe it’s just the heat kicking in, but your face feels flushed, and you hope your music taste is up to his standards. He sees you eyeing him and suddenly becomes mock-serious.

“Hmm….” He mumbles, turning the disc over in his hands but careful not to touch the reflective surface. “I suppose this will do.” He shoots a wink at you and puts the disc in the drive. A mellow romantic song begins playing, one that always reminds you of summer. Right now, it’s just above freezing and there’s snow sticking to the ground. This time of year, the sun sets so early that 6 pm feels like midnight. You pull out of the lot and begin the drive back home.

After a minute or so of contemplative listening to set the mood, you bring up your plans for the evening. “So, Sam, I picked up something for us to share tonight. I just missed you so much today, I figured we can waste a little time together? It’s in my bag there.” While cigarettes aren’t exactly your thing, you and Sam share plenty of other smokable substances. And, god, he looks so good smoking. It must be a combination of drawing attention to his lips, exhaling thick clouds, and the way his eyebrows gather in focus. Truly something to behold.

Right now, though, his eyebrows are raised and his mouth is open with that sweet smile, revealing his top row of teeth. “You did? I love you!” His hand found the back of your scalp and he began massaging it as you drove. Sam seems to really like receiving gifts, not because he likes “stuff”, but because he likes to know you were thinking of him and thought he would like something. You often bring him pretty rocks, a fun shirt, or some kind of small-batch beer he hasn’t tried before. He just lights up. But his favorite kinds of gifts, of course, are ones he can share with you.

“Wanna smoke when we get home?” You question, already knowing the answer to follow.

“Yes, please!”

You pull in the driveway shortly after, and the music stops when you remove your keys from the ignition. “Wait, it was in the middle of that song! Can we finish the song at least?” Sam must have been more interested in the CD he picked than you thought. His hand leaves your hair and lands on your knee, keeping you in the car with him. He gives you the biggest and softest puppy eyes he can muster and says, “I’m feeling soft and romantic. Let’s listen to it.” Your heart melts on the spot, and the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. It never gets old, the sweet things he says and does to you.

You turn the car key two clicks, letting the battery power the radio. The car is still toasty, just the way Sammy likes it. “Baby, why don’t we smoke your surprise out here and keep listening? Then we can go in and put our comfy clothes on, have some hot cocoa?” He nodded enthusiastically at your suggestion. “Perfect.” He passes you your purse, never one to dig through without explicit permission and direction. You thank him and reveal a fragrant joint, expertly rolled. Putting it to your lips, you begin digging in your bag for a lighter, getting increasingly frustrated that one would not appear.

Sam opens the sunglasses compartment above and pulls out a blue Bic lighter, and another two joints fall out with it. You both laugh, though his is closer to a giggle, and he puts them back, turning to you and lighting the twirled tip of the paper for you. He looks at your eyes as you stare down, waiting to get to the green as the paper burns. When you realize he’s studying your face, you lock eyes for a couple seconds, sharing a soft gaze. You finally reach the green and pass the joint to him, and he gracefully accepts it between his long, calloused fingers.

He faces forward again, still taking in the music as he inhales deeply. Now it’s you who’s studying his profile. You love the way his nose swoops, the way his eyes squint and lips pucker. He exhales a faint cloud and the scent fully engulfs your noses. A cough that erupts from his chest, another big smile illuminating his lips and eyes. “Jeez louise!” He bursts into laughter and passes the j back to you, a few more coughs slipping out. His laughter is contagious and it takes a second to compose yourself before hitting it again.

The smoke makes its way down your lungs, the sweet flavor mixing with the smokiness of the burning paper. Your mind drifts to focus on the music playing, the soundtrack to your session. It’s soft, sweet, and heartfelt. Looking over at Sammy, you see he’s leaning back in his seat, reclined comfortably. You meet eyes again and smile under his gaze. Everything is feeling alright. You’re both relaxed, content, and very much in love with each other. And, after a few minutes, baked like a cake. You go silent, spacing out and enjoying the moment. Whenever you check back in, Sam’s giggling to himself about something. He makes himself laugh more than anyone else, but you’re a close second. Sweet boy.

The smoke stops, but you non-verbally agree to sit and finish the last two songs. After sharing a few sips of water, you lean in to Sam and he closes the gap with his lips. They were soft and warm, pushing up into yours. His mouth tastes like smoke, but at least it’s a much sweeter smoke than usual. He sets his right hand on your upper thigh and his left hand on the back of your neck, pulling you in even closer. You give in and move as close as you can, center console preventing things from getting too heavy. You stick to slow kisses, just enjoying the sensation of touch. You lace your fingers in his hair, too, trying to lessen the height gap between you two. Chills dance across your skin.

As the final song ends, a comfortable silence rings out in its place. The next time you separate for air, you take a longer pause, forehead to forehead and eyes fluttering closed. You can feel Sammy’s breath shift as he starts to smile again, and the silence is ended. “Let’s go inside. I wanna get cozy with you.” Until he spoke, and your eyes opened, you didn’t notice that the air became frosty and your fingertips were chilly. You nod and gather your bag and keys, and the two of you quickly slip in through the front door.

Once safe inside, you both drop your coats and shoes. Sam sneaks his arm around your waist and nearly drags you to the bedroom. You turn on a bedside lamp and hear Sam call out, “Jammy time!” He digs through his bottom drawer, pulling out a pajama set with a paisley pattern and a button-up top. He yanks his socks off like they’d been hurting him all day and changes into his set. You grab fluffy socks, one of Sam’s t-shirts, and a very oversized hoodie. He’s already plopped on the bed when you finish, lying flat on his chest like a starfish. You climb to sit over his waist, pushing your fingers across his scalp. He groans, loving the sensation. “Baby, please do my neck after. So sore.” He mumbles.

You smile at his request and make your way down to his neck. He releases a deep sigh through his nose, melting at your touch. You love helping him relax after a long day of practicing. You wish you could be at every rehearsal, but you end up being the opposite of helpful most nights. Seeing you makes Sam want to finish up and come home, so you try to stay out of their way. Occasionally, though, you come by with dinner or beers to cheer the boys up.

“Want me do your back, buttercup?” You ask, putting pressure between his shoulder blades. Sam nods and props himself on his arms, awkwardly trying to undo the buttons of his top. You help him and shimmy the sleeves down his arms, leaving his back exposed before he plops back down. His smooth skin is decorated with little freckles and moles like the stars. You lean down and press a soft kiss to his shoulder before continuing to massage him. Though his eyes have closed and his face is smooshed into the mattress, evidence of a smile peeks through the corners of his eyes and his brows are slightly raised.

After a couple minutes, you leave a few more slow, soft kisses across his skin, something you like to do as a way to display your affection. You sigh and lay your face on his warm skin, leaving five quick kisses in the same spot over his spine. He giggles and mumbles into the blanket, “Hey, that tickles, ya rascal!” He reaches up and playfully swats at your arm, then he gently runs his fingers up and down it.

“Sorry, Charlie.” You climb off and roll next to him and he opens up to face you. He sighs and smiles, reaching over to boop your nose, and you realize how red his eyes are. You nose-laugh and move in to kiss him. First it’s soft and tender, but becomes more passionate. His hands find the back of your neck and pull you in, and you press your hands to his bare chest. You kiss long and hard, breathing heavily. You wrap a leg around his waist and your bodies are flush, but you wish you could be closer still. His hand slides down your back and finds the bottom of your oversized hoodie, reaching under to cup your ass and pull you in against him.

He speaks breathlessly through messy kisses, “Baby, let me taste you. Taste so sweet, I miss you.” You nod and finally pull away, sitting up to slide your panties down your legs. Once they’ve met the rest of the laundry in the pile, Sam pushes you onto your back and sits on his knees, then using a hand he separates yours. He licks his bottom lip and pulls it into his mouth, staring for a brief moment before his eyes flick back up to yours. He places his hands on your waist. His thumbs rest over your hip bones, tracing small circles with light pressure. He leans down and you feel him softly exhale before his lips meet the wet heat between your legs. Your eyes shut and you’re reminded how high you still are. Sam licks with perfect pressure that makes you see stars.

He finds the perfect spot that makes you moan a drawn out “Uuuhhhhh,” and you latch onto his hair with a fist. “Baby, baby, baby,” you mumble under your breath. He pays close attention to your swollen clit, pushing little circles against it. You let out a quiet “Fucking fuck,” as your shoulders lurch forward and feel him smile against your pussy. His grip on you tightens and his thumb presses into your hip, holding you down to the bed. You peek down at him and his eyes are still smiling as he works on you, crude wet noises fill the silence created by the snow falling outside. Sam would do nearly anything to draw moans and swears from you. You grow impatient wanting to touch him and call out, “My turn to give, Sammy.” He doesn’t give up, though, he just looks up at you with his eyebrows nearly touching. He gives a “mm-mm” before pulling away, the cold air clinging to your wetness in place of his mouth. You let out a quiet whimper at the loss of contact and sit up.

Sammy gets up and finishes undressing, revealing his hard cock. The tip glistens with pre-cum, a mouth-watering invitation to your tongue. You scoot towards him and reach out a hand, but he steps to the side and climbs next to you on the bed. His lips hang open in concentration as he directs your limbs around him, laying you down on your side. He lays down in front of you, his head propped up by your waist and his feet at the head of the bed. You caught a glimpse of his filthy soles as he inches down more and pulled your legs around his head. Remind someone to clean that floor later, you think. He buries himself in your pussy, resuming his earlier pace, his arms around your ass and pulling you close. His cock now hangs in front of your face and your lips part. You wrap your arms around his waist and begin licking up the pre-cum. He hums into you and the vibrations only add to the incredible sensation of him between your legs. You lick up his length from the base up and slap your face with his cock a few times before taking the tip into your mouth with gentle suction.

Sam continues his feast while enjoying how warm and welcoming your mouth feels while he fills it up. You take him deeper and deeper, sucking harder now and bobbing your head. The sounds of slurping, smacking, and your quiet gagging filled your ears, only making you wetter and wetter. His cock hits the back of your throat a few times as you concentrate on breathing through your nose. It’s hard to focus with a foggy head and the two fingers Sam slips inside you. He begins curling them just so, forming a rhythm. Hitting the perfect spot, your moan is muffled by his cock in your throat. He continues pushing into your g spot as you lose your focus and pull off him. You try to keep up at least a slow pace stroking his cock, but it doesn’t last.

Your moans grow louder and louder and your eyes screw shut as you try to focus on the filthy sound of your soaking pussy being finger-fucked. “M-more baby, harder faster please please,” you beg, already feeling close to your orgasm. His focus leaves from his mouth as his fingers take the lead. You whimper and your leg twitches. You peek at Sam to see the delicious look on his face as he conducts his business. His mouth still hangs open, jaw tense, and strands of hair hang over his dark eyes. Your viewing is cut short by three pumps of his fingers tossing you over the edge. Your eyes clamp shut again, your body convulses, and you let out a strangled moan expressing just how well he’s done. Your hands grab onto his leg and he keeps pumping while you ride the full length of your orgasm. It passes and leaves you breathing heavy for a minute or so.

When you finally sit up, Sammy’s standing next to you drinking from a glass of water. You stare as his silhouette is backlit, his messy hair hanging down. He pushes it back into place just so as he gulps down a few more sips. You look him up and down and he appears relaxed, his breath even and his cock still hard. Your eyes catch here for a moment and he looks over at you, passing you the water. “Drink up, buddy. We’re not done yet.” He smiles at you with soft eyes watching you drink. He lays back on the bed the normal way, head in the pillows, taking himself into his hand and continuing without you until you’re ready. You watch his every movement in awe and swallow hard. “Climb aboard,” Sam instructs, patting his leg with his free hand.

You follow his directions and drape a leg over him. You place your hands on his shoulders and his hands find their home on your waist again as you hover over him. You reach a hand down and stroke him a few times before sliding the tip of his cock through the folds of your pussy. You whine as you run it across your clit and slap it a few times leaving Sam groaning impatiently as he ached for you. “Alright, alright, you done teasing?” You smile playfully and briefly consider torturing him just for asking, but decide against it. His eyes look black as he gazes up at you, and you can’t resist anymore.

“I am.” You spread your wetness down the length of his cock with your hand and sink down onto it, inch by inch. You hiss quietly as he stretches you and fills up your tight pussy oh-so perfectly. He moves a hand to the back of your neck, supporting it as your head falls back into his touch. You sigh, deeply and contently. Sam is a little less content and leans forward to decorate your exposed neck with soft, wet kisses. You come back to Earth and begin rocking back and forth on him, then shifting your knees a little better underneath you, you begin a bounce. He groans and closes his eyes, his free hand exploring your back and reading your skin. “Uh, shit,” you hear him mutter. His voice is hardly audible over the wet slapping of your skin against his balls. You switch up your angle a bit in search of the right spot and he starts fucking up into you. Your head falls forward towards his and he hits your g spot again. “Shit, Sammy baby, feel so fucking good,” you gasp.

“Your pussy’s so tight and wet for me baby, love how you feel.” You whine at his words, and feel glad you got him going. You love dirty talking and getting each other worked up.

Your hands find his face and you leave a few open-mouthed sloppy kisses on his mouth as you both collide in rhythm. “You fill me up so good, stretching me out, s-so big Sammy-” You’re cut off by your own pornographic moan. Your words must spurn Sam on in his quest to fuck you stupid, because he pulls you in close to his chest and starts slamming into you in a quick rhythm. He keeps this pace for a minute before letting you loose.

“Come here.” He puts his hands under your ass where it meets your thighs and holds you over him, just the tip of his cock still inside you. You push all your weight into his hands before he pulls them away, leaving you crashing down onto him. You cry out at the sensation and he moans, his eyes closing tightly. His hair spreads over the pillow beneath him and he looks absolutely ethereal under you. His hands lift your ass back up and reset you to fall back onto his cock again. Each time you drop is as intoxicating as the last and each draws a sound from you both. After a short while Sam lifts you off of him and pulls you by your legs to lay down. He hovers over you, leaning down to for fleety kisses. “I love you, I love you,” he spoke through his kisses. Your hands grow needs as one intertwines with his hair and the other traces down his body.

“I want more.” You wrap your legs around his waist and he lines himself up, and slides in slowly. “So perfect for me, you fill me just right.” He cups your face and finds his rhythm before kissing you again, more slowly but hard. Your teeth clash as he quickens his pace. He buries his head in your neck and you hear a heavenly moan escape his lips.

“Jesus christ, peanut, I’m gonna cum for you, okay?” You nod and lace his hair in your fingers again, this time holding a stronger grip to keep him muttering into your ear. “I’m gonna fill your little pussy with cum, baby, are you ready?”

You help him over the edge by dirty talking back. “Yes Sammy, please, I wanna feel your hot cum inside me, need it so bad, please please Sam!” You let loose several moans as his pace falters, he grunts, and slows down a bit. You feel the warmth inside you and you know he’s cum, hard. He stays in place above you and thrusts four more times before slowly sliding out. He stares down in wonder as his cum spills out of your pussy, and he catches some on his fingers. You open your mouth and put out your tongue so he can give you a taste. You suck his fingers clean with a pop and he kisses you once more.

“You want another, love?” His fingers ghost over your clit and cause you to shiver, the stimulation being too much. You shake your head and smile lazily, eyes squinting up at him. “You sleepyhead, huh?” You nod and sit up, wincing at the soreness. Sam grins and helps you up. “Go clean up real quick, I’ve got the bed.”

“Thank you, Sammy.” You scamper off to the bathroom, the air cooling down your bare skin. You wash up and brush your teeth, and head back to the bedroom to find Sam remaking the bed with clean throw blankets. He’s even refluffed the pillows. You come up behind him and he turns to face you, giving you a sleepy grin. He sits down and pats the bed.

“Come cuddles.” He scoots back into his side of the bed and crawls under the covers, opening them up for you to crawl in after him. You lay down and pull up the covers and he presses his chest to your back. He kisses you on the crown of your head and tangles his legs up in yours.

Though both tired, it’s still a bit early to go to bed. You sit in a moment or two of silence before Sam says, “Do you ever think about how, the sun and the moon are different sizes, but from Earth they look about the same? Such a weird coincidence.” You broke out laughing at where his mind had wandered, as though his dick wasn’t still pressed against your bare ass. He’s half hard, but he usually is during snuggling. It can make it difficult to sleep sometimes, honestly.

“I guess I never thought about it before. That is weird.” You settle back into his chest a bit more and wiggle your hips into place. He groans and nose-laughs, thinking you were trying for another round already.

“Settle down, girly. Just cuddle for a while.” He sighs and his breath tickles your hair.

“I know, I know, I’m settling. Promise.” You take a deep breath and catch Sam’s scent. Not the smell of his cruelty-free hair products or vegan hemp lotion, but his own personal scent that he leaves on his clothes, the sheets, your hair. “You smell so good. Did you happen to lock the door when we came in?”

He hums in thought and says, “No. Did you?”

You laugh. “No, I didn’t either. And we never had our cocoa!”

“Let’s get it later, I’m so cozy here right now. Just a nap and we’ll get up okay?” You nod and melt further into his warm skin, letting your sleepy haze quickly consume you.

You awake in the dimly lit room a few hours later, the lamp still on in the corner. Sam’s leg was over your waist and he had a hand cupping your tit. He snores a low snore. You imagine it would be less cute if it started waking you up, but luckily it never did. You shimmy out of his gangly limbs to get up and he stays dead asleep. You pull Sam’s paisley PJ pants off the floor and slide them on for some extra warmth. With a click you turn the lamp off and slither back under the covers, this time with your face buried in his chest. How sweet is he? you think, taking deep breaths of his scent and drifting back to sleep.

#sam kiszka #sam kizka smut #sam kiszka gvf #sam kiszka x reader #fluffy smut #gvf smut #Greta Van Fleet

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markantonys · 6 months

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what do you think egwene's arc will be in s3? i'm guessing there's going to be the once-and-for-all breakup with rand, since that was never really solidified in s1, plus maybe the start of hunting black ajah? since she went through so much trauma this season (honestly of the five of them i think she had it the worst imo), i'm kinda hoping the show addresses that as well and she gets some comfort

(also potential spoilers but petition for rj and co to throw out sanderson's crappy ending for her and give her a proper one. i never read the books but i checked the wiki and it made me so mad)

yeah i'm definitely thinking the once-and-for-all breakup with rand will happen pretty early in season 3! i'm even thinking it might be in the very first episode. when they reunited in falme, obviously egwene was reeling from trauma in the moment and pretty out of it, but even so i think they could both tell "yeah, our romantic relationship and our future together is officially 100% dead now" and of course the whole "rand making her think he was dead" thing is a pretty big wedge between them, so i suspect the show will clear the air there pretty promptly in s3 rather than drawing the will-they-won't-they out any further.

as for the rest of her arc.............i will not say since i don't know how much you read on the wiki haha but she gets up to some interesting stuff in book 4! (i believe she'll skip her remaining book 3 content and go straight into 4, as will just about everyone else.) but she definitely has less of a spotlight than she does in book 2 with the damane arc, so i think she'll take a bit more of a backseat this season compared to season 2, though i'm sure she'll still get plenty of good content! because absolutely, what happened to her in s2 is a hugely traumatic and formative event in her life, and s3 will surely want to follow up on that and explore how it's affecting her now. fingers crossed for some quality ef5 time at the start of the season and for egwene getting some comfort!!!!

(her book ending was unfortunately foreshadowed in season 1 so i think that's staying, and i highly doubt they would change the endgame fates of any of the core main characters. but i would be thrilled to be proven wrong!)

#fidelias #answered #wot book spoilers #wot show spoilers

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dayseternal-blog · 1 year

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Des, your thoughtfulness is so. So. So! Amazing! And I'm always so moved by your generosity with your time and skills. You somehow found the time to design all these cards and mod the event this month, like, how.

A really, really, super small, really slice-of-lifey thing in return...inspired by your card!

By This Time Next Year

Modern AU, Short One-shot. Rated G. (Cultural Note: Christmas is THE date night in Japan. Cities go all-out to make Christmas romantic for couples. It's pretty depressing to be single in Japan on Christmas night, ngl.)

Every shop and restaurant glows with twinkling lights.

Lovey-dovey couples walk hand-in-hand, close together, cheeks flushed pink with the nip of winter and the warmth of a romantic night.

And they're one of the crowd. Quiet joy lights up her heart with this knowledge.

Beside Naruto. Beside her boyfriend. On a date! On Christmas night! Wearing matching scarves!

Last year, if someone had told her that she would be on a Christmas date with her crush by this time next year, she would have never believed it, but when she smiles up at him...

He's smiling back at her, exuding the same rosy cheerfulness blooming in her heart.

She looks away, shy, but she squeezes his hand, hoping that it conveys how much he means to her.

And he bumps her shoulder, chuckling.

Making her laugh for no reason either. She's just so happy!

They're coming up on the observation deck of the mall toward one of the Christmas illumination photo spots. But of course, as she should have expected, there's a line.

She looks worriedly up, wondering if he might not agree to doing this anymore. "Are you okay with waiting?"

"Yeah! You really wanted to do this, right?"

She nods, giving him a grateful smile. She's secretly always wanted to take a couple's photo here. On the circumstance that she could ever get a boyfriend.

And somehow, by some magic, she did.

He grins. "I don't mind waiting."

So they get in line.

Them. One of the couples. In line for the photo spot. Where couples get their pictures taken! Above the park's illumination!!

If someone had told her last year that by this Christmas she would be taking photos together with Naruto (wonderful, lovely Naruto) at the illumination, she wouldn't have believed it.

His laughter draws her attention up. Goodness, he's so beautiful. And...he's laughing at her.

"Hm?" she asks, even though she knows he must have caught her being weird about this.

"You're so easy to please."

"Oh...?" That's good, right? But she can already feel that uncontrollable heat burning up to her ears. She knows she's flaming red. Despite the cold weather, she's starting to sweat.

"Aww, Hinata!"

She peeks up at him, and he's comically pouting at her.

"I didn't mean that in a bad way!"

"I, I know." She doesn't know where to look. She's embarrassed simply by how easily and visibly embarrassed she gets. Does anyone else in the world besides her have this awful condition?

"Hinata, I meant..." He leans closer, his face rather close to her steaming hot ear, and she's shocked that he can't feel the heat puffing off of her. "I think it's cute that you like stuff like this."

A different heat flushes over her face this time. Pink and fluffy, she feels whispers of it tracing paths across her cheeks. A double-blush. How is this possible?? "Ah, I..." She smashes her face into her palms, unable to formulate any coherent thought at all. "Naruto-kun!"

He's laughing, and she doesn't know if maybe she's using up a lifetime's worth of blessings tonight.

If someone had told her last year that on Christmas of next year, her years-long crush would be calling her "cute," she wouldn't have believed it.

Does he know how much she loves him?

She grabs his hand again and pushes her still-burning face into his arm. Just for a couple of seconds. Too much public affection is simply too much.

She takes a deep breath and peeks up at him once more.

Just looking at his smile fills her with unbelievable joy.

"After this let's get something to eat. Do you have any cravings?"

She blinks at his funny phrasing. Cravings? She shakes her head. "Do you?"

His gaze skates away, and he shrugs.

"Ramen?" she guesses, and she smiles wider as his lips curl, his eyes taking on a particular shine.

He scrunches his grin up. "You know me so well. But ramen isn't exactly a Christmas date food, you know? You don't want pasta?"

She hums in thought. The epitome of a perfect romantic date on Christmas. The Italian restaurants are packed with couples (like herself and Naruto!), and she wouldn't mind the wait to be one of them!

But also, there are plenty of other chances to eat pasta together, too, right? On a night that's less crowded.

She squeezes his hand. "I'm....easy to please," she murmurs, and already that twinge of mortification (self-imposed! how dare she call herself that!) is circulating from her chest, up her neck. She can't believe she does this to herself.

Suddenly, his hands are squishing her cheeks, forcing her face up at him.

Her lips. She can feel it. Are fish lips.

And he's staring at her, brows high, smile wide. "Hinata!"

"Hm?" Her face is still squished in his hands, and what if the people behind them in line are watching???

Does it matter?

Everyone here is couples anyway!!

He gives a big, happy-sounding sigh and releases her. "You're the best, you know that?"

She knows she's blushing really hard, but she manages to turn it back at him. "No...you're the best."

He scrunches another smile at her, and she's warm.

Warm from her constant embarrassment, true, but warm from him! From his shining expressions! And his compliments! Their flirty behaviors! She could die from happiness tonight!

The couple in front of them ask if they can take their pictures for them, and she can't believe it. She can't believe she's a part of this! With Naruto!

The couple is cute, doing peace signs, waving for the camera, finger heart symbols, then for a last picture, doing a heart symbol between their hands.

They're shameless!

It's brave! And adorable! And she wants to do all of it with her own boyfriend!

The couple thank them profusely, and. It's finally. Their. Turn!!!

After asking the couple behind them to take their picture, she takes a seat beside Naruto.

"Can we do the poses that they did?" she whispers.

"Oh, yeah!" His eyes shift up, seeming to remember as he raises two fingers up.

She and Naruto. Doing matching poses. For pictures together. As another couple takes their picture. In a Christmas tradition. Where countless other couples have documented their relationship together.

She could die.

(From happiness).

Looking at their photos over together out of the way on the side of the observation deck, she's almost blinded. Naruto's smile is so bright, he outshines the illumination in the background!

"Nice, yeah?" He's grinning as they swipe through each one, and she can only hum a happy agreement.

She doesn't have the words to encompass how much she loves these pictures. But what she can say... "Thank you for taking these with me."

"Of course." His smile now is a different one, gentle. So warm!

And her heart flutters helplessly.

"Let's do something like this again next year."

If someone had told her last year that Naruto would be by her side tonight, she wouldn't have believed it, but when she nods, when she cuddles him into a hug that doesn't even begin to match the squeezing around her heart...

He's so real, so wonderful,

So easy to believe in.

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:D Des, thank you so much for all the love you're pouring into this fandom! I can feel it all the way over here. I hope next year treats you and yours well!!

#saradesuchiha #nice ask #i hope you like my tiny fic for you #and if you read it #thank you for reading!#oh i wanted to note the meanings for my own reference :)#purple means grateful for enthusiasm and kindling encouragement #finger hearts means sparking interest or ideas #blue scarves means thank you for love and support #RIGHT BACK AT YOU DESU RIGHT BACK AT YOU~~!!!!

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