#i’m sorry x100

[lcvernat]

lil update

so i’m kind of late to this but it has been more than a year since i’ve made this blog and i honestly can’t believe it’s been that long but i just want to thank each and every one of you who has ever liked, commented, reblogged or just supported me and my fics because it means SO much to mean <3

i am so sorry for being so inactive and i know i’ve said this a million times so y’all are probably sick of me but i mean it this time when i say i’m going to start being more active, life just got a lot for a couple months and i had neither the time nor energy to write but i finally have gotten motivation back and i will start writing again!! i promise

if anyone is still following our tainted love i promise i haven’t abandoned it and i will get the next chapter out asap. soon i’ll also be putting dates on the masterlist of when to expect each chapter (i’m going to aim for a chapter every saturday) and i also have a couple of other wips + requests that i’ll get finished asap

this is long i’m sorry but i love y’all, thank you for your support <3

tagging my taglist just so you know that i haven’t abandoned writing and i’m going to get back into the swing of things this week (sorry if this is annoying as ik it isn’t a fic)

@sheneonromanoff @olicity-boo @r4nd0mgir1 @tigerlillyruiz @dj-bynum3718 @lovelyy-moonlight

@lonewalker17 @francedeboix @notmeellaannyy @mrsromanoff @romugh @marrymemcgrath @gryffindorkromanoff @sayah13 @waltzingin1698 @natashaswifeyyyyy @persephonespomegranetes @princessblackmoon @shortstoppan @h3artsnatty @yyyyourmummmm @wanda-natasha @agalsmaraudersobsession @mmmmokdok @unknownwithyou @jowshuaayee @reginassweetheart @ellal04 @mazikeencooper @xxsekhmet @szlayed @imnotslouching @diaryoflife @pancakefan7529 @g-athenaathens @s1ut4nat @lenam07

#update #i promise this time #i swear i’ll be more active #i’m sorry x100

[fantrollology]

i understand there’s a lot of good reasons to disregard or change the lifespan canons but i personally really enjoy the concept of there being an intelligent species where there’s an inherent biological metric you could use to judge “superiority”, and standing against that is the understanding that time spent alive is irrelevant to the inherent value of all life and the perspective and experience of any individual consciousness, and that this is the message of rebellious movements!!!

#reposting this bc i panicked when ppl were upset in the replies #but i still like it #like yes there is x100 the number of rustbloods and we live a fraction of a fraction of your lifespan #that means little in terms of the respect they deserve etc etc #as a perspective of the rebel movement I mean! #but this is alien yknow like #I don’t use it as a metaphor for human class struggles like ever #spec speaks #worldbuilding #I more use it to think about birds and uhhh also I’m religious sorry 😵‍💫

[cashweasel]

When private strolls with your childhood bestie start to feel like you might have a crush

#my ocs #sorry babe.. he’s not actually yours and I’m just using him as character development for u :( #lol jk jk #or not #and I love their relationship sm I’m going feral just thinking about them #either way he’s very cute when in love #soft x100 #adorable boy #as a bard he totally writes songs and poems about his crushes yes #valen x gideon #wip wednesday #my art

[scented-morker]

Enhypen when you’re their Bite Me dance partner

Idol!enha x background dancer reader (they’re female, but I didn’t use any pronouns so can be read as gn) 945 words. ⚠️PSA: just bc idols interact with the other gender doesn’t mean it’s romantic and I am in no way trying to imply that!! This is fanfiction and shouldn’t be taken too seriously!! ⚠️

Heeseung

No because when you first meet him he seems so calm and polite and you’re like “wow this is gonna work out so well”

Because even tho he’s super hot (hello?) He’s not trying to use it on you

But we’re all very familiar with the switch up when he starts performing

suddenly he’s smirking and holding eye contact and just 😳

You feel like you might need to go take a lap and cool off

HAVE YOU SEEN THAT PART IN THE SECOND VERSE WHERE LIKE HE GRABS HIS DANCERS HANDS DOWN HIS CHEST??? (1:39 in the 230602 mubank performance 🫣)

He chills out eventually but the first time he literally made you run your hands down his chest 🫠🫠🫠

“You know you can touch me right?”

He notices your hesitant movements and literally grabs your hands to put them on his neck 🥵

“See that wasn’t so hard was it?” bark bark bark bark bark

Jay

Literally SO respectful

When you guys meet for the first time he goes out of his way to get to know you because he doesn’t want it to be awkward when you start dancing

He keeps it up later too, he always asks “is this okay?” before putting his hands on your back or anything (even when you’ve run the song fifty times)

Every time you come back on stage he gives you a little wink 🫠

And everytime you do the like dip/lean back thing he makes silly faces at you when you come back up 😭

So all the fancams are trying to figure out why you’re laughing in the middle of the dance 😔

Jake

Okay because he’s a flirt and he knows that he should keep it professional with you but you’re just so pretty 🥹 he can’t help it

You notice how he always seems to be touching you a little longer than everyone else

Like Jake the choreographer stopped everyone five minutes ago why are you still holding on 🤨

Always acts like he’s gonna drop you when you lean back in that one part (I hope you know what I’m talking about)

Like he’ll have his hands on your waist and then let go just to watch you drop and then catch you again

(He thinks your angry face is cute when the song ends and you smack him for it)

Bites his lip EVERYTIME on the part where you touch his chin 🫣

Sunghoon

He’s so awkward I’m sorry 😭😭

Like you’re ready to start dancing and make your choreographer proud but he’s really making it hard

You can tell he doesn’t love the idea of touching you (rude 😐) so you try to go a little easier on him

You just lay your hands on him instead of grabbing or anything, and you don’t lean as far back bc he’s not actually holding your waist he’s just putting his hand in front of it 😭

But then the choreographer yells at him because he’s gonna end up dropping you so he has to actually touch you

“Uh is this okay? Where- where should I?”

You try not to laugh at his bashfulness, grabbing his hand and putting it on your waist

“You have to support my back right here okay? Don’t let me fall.”

BUT HES THE ONE WHO FELL (for you) 🤭🤪🤩

Sunoo

Literally made you feel instantly comfortable, he has the least threatening aura ever

He was all “hi! I’m sunoo!! I can’t wait to dance with you 🥰😁”

And you were like ☺️

At one point when you guys had marked it a few times, not actually doing the partner stuff you looked at him and went “are you sure you can hold me up?”

It’s not like he had to hold all of your body weight but like dang you needed some support ya know, and he just moved so gently that you were a little suspicious

This offended him immensely of course, and he picked you up right then and there

Just threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes

“Yeah, I’ll be okay”

okayyyyyyyyyy 🥵

Jungwon

Slow burn x100 bc he’s a responsible and professional leader 👏

He asked Niki about how to better dance with a partner because he didn’t have any experience with it and wants to make sure he does a good job 🥹 (my baby)

He is DETERMINED to make this choreography perfect, and is not afraid to correct you

“Make sure you actually touch my chest when you do that, it doesn’t look as good when you just pretend.”

Okay Jungwon 🤭 I’m sure that’s why 🤭

When he starts really performing with facials and everything you’re literally losing it 😭

Like face burning bright red, what happened to the cute guy you were dancing with for the last month why is he staring into your soul mid dance

One time he touched your knee while you did the like drag up by their chin move and you literally had to take a walk

Riki

He knows what he’s doing okay?

Like I said previously, he’s the only one with experience in partner dancing

So you were worried at first that he’d be shy because you knew he was the youngest one

But then the first time you ran the song together he grabbed your waist and dropped you so low your ponytail wiped the floor 😭😭

He makes SO MUCH eye contact you literally are on the verge of combusting

When the boys point it out he says it’s because he has to watch you to make sure you don’t need anything because that’s what good observant partners do (boys a liarrr)

Since you’re one of the ones that has to start on the ground he always put his jacket on the ground during practice so you wouldn’t hurt your back/shoulders 😭😭

#enhypen scenarios #enhypen reactions #enhypen headcanons #enhypen fluff #enhypen x you #enhypen heeseung x reader #enhypen jay x reader #enhypen jake scenarios #enhypen sunghoon scenarios #enhypen sunoo x reader #enhypen jungwon x reader #enhypen riki x reader #enhypen sunghoon x reader #enhypen heeseung scenarios #enhypen jake x reader

[chaotic-mystery]

Dark Angel | J.M.

Joel Miller x afab!reader

summary: Joel's too soft on you and he finally let's you see the real him.

warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI! porn w a tiny speck of plot, implied age gap, unprotected p in v, vanilla sex gone bad, choking, spitting, oral (both m & f receiving) loads of pet names (you and Joel both refer to him as daddy, pet, baby girl, little girl, slut, stupid, etc etc) playing with rope, bound to the headboard, breath-play, begging x100, rough nasty sexy time, slight arguing, nipple play/smacking, possessive!Joel, face fucking, cum eating/play, swearing, dirty talk, no physical description of reader other than having hair Joel can grab a fistful of and yank. NO USE OF Y/N (let me know if I've missed any.)

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Getting it through Joel’s thick head that you weren’t made of glass and he could be a little rough on you was a job cut out for you. He was always gentle, too gentle at times. Like one time, you had to beg him to spank you while you were on top riding his cock, and he fought you so hard on it. He was scared he was going to hurt you, his sweet baby. Joel always asked if what he was doing was okay, if you were in pain, and as always you had to respond upset at the fact you weren’t in a little bit of pain. 

With the growing frustration of not getting handled how you wanted, you figure now was the best time for you to get your way, to see what he was hiding deep inside himself.  As usual, Joel was on top of you between your legs with his arms on either side of your head to hold himself up, trying to get inside you just right so he didn’t have to contort your body so much. “God, baby I missed you so much.” He panted as he slid inside you, slowly thrusting and asked if it felt okay. 

A grin grew across your lips and you wrap your arms around his neck, looking him deeply in his eyes. “Baby, would you maybe choke me? I like that, ya know. I think it’d feel go-”

“No, sweetheart, I-I don’t wanna hurt’cha. A pretty lil angel like you is into that kinda stuff?” Joel’s caught off guard but not enough to stop moving his hips back and forth. 

“Yeah, honey. I like that, it’s easy…see, I’ll show you..” Your hand moves down to his neck, giving a tender squeeze, the thrill of maybe getting somewhere with him had rushed straight to between your thighs. 

Joel groans in irritation, grabbing your wrist to pin it above your head. 

“Baby, c’mon, don’t ruin what we got goin’ on right now. I’m sorry I just don’t wanna hurt you.” He protests and stops his hips from moving but doesn’t take himself out of you. 

You roll your eyes at him and shake your head, groaning to cut him off. 

“Joel, all I’m asking is for a little bit of a squeeze, not for you to take the air from my windpipe…you did it once before and you’ve never done it again. Why?” 

An aggravated sigh falls from his lips and he sits up on the corner of the bed with his hand running along the nape of his neck. “Can we not talk about it, please?” 

Why was he running away from talking about this? He wouldn’t even have a conversation about it without shutting down on you. 

“Why, Joel? Why not? Stop running from this and just talk to me, I’m not made of glass you know.” 

The room falls silent and you tug the thin grey sheet up under your arms, your eyes grazing over Joel’s naked back, his muscles flexing every few seconds. 

“I did it once, I was a little rough with you, seeing how much you liked it…it scared me. It scared me knowing how much I liked seeing you whimper and cry, beggin’ me to stop spankin’ your ass because it hurt.” 

Joel’s back tensed as he finished muttering his sentence. 

This whole time he’s been burying who he really was inside, not wanting you to see how fucked up he really is.

“Jus’..unlocked a whole new way for me to imagine you. Absolutely hopeless and willing to do anything I say or want.” 

Hopeless and willing to do anything. 

Sitting up and pressing your chest against his back, you hooked your arm around his neck and hugged him, kissing the nape and crook of his neck slowly at first but it turned hungry and desperate in a matter of moments. 

“Would you like that, Joel? Clawing at your body to get your cock inside me like a needy little slut?” The words purred against his soft skin made him groan in excitement. 

He turned to you, cupping your face gently as he spoke calmly, “do you want me to show you that side of me, baby? I just need to know you won’t hate me afterwards, especially if I hurt you a little too much..” 

With Joel’s thumb rubbing your cheek softly, you turn to kiss the inside of his palm.

“Joel, I could never hate you. Show me the real you, daddy.” The words poured from your lips and they were like beautiful string ballads to his ears. 

“Are you 100% sure?” 

You place your hand on his and nod softly.

“I’ve never been more sure about anything until you.” 

Joel gave you a warm smile and without any hesitation, he grabbed your neck roughly and tossed you on your back, sinking into the sea of pillows and blankets.

With every harsh grab at your legs to get you right where he wanted you, he grunted lowly and soon enough he had that devilish smirk you once knew. 

“Stay there, be a good pet for me.” A sloppy kiss was pressed to your cheek and Joel dips out of the bedroom, going downstairs for what felt like forever. You could feel your thighs collecting your sticky arousal and it takes every ounce of willpower you have not to touch your aching cunt. 

He was back before you could act on your thoughts and in his hands was a bundle of rope, worn and tattered but still strong enough for what he needed it to do. 

“D’ya know how many times I’ve thought about tying your ass up and just takin’ you however I wanted? Punishin’ you for that smart fuckin’ mouth you got on ya and the way you think you can talk to me sometimes, the way you wanna argue  when you think you’re right and you aren’t.”

Joel’s hands carefully tie your wrists to the headboard and he pulls hard when he makes the knots, small groans escape from him as he does. 

He leans back down close to your face as he holds himself up above your body. You can feel his hard cock against the inside of your thigh and all you can think about is how you need him inside you before you explode. 

“I know I’m gonna enjoy every single second of this sweet girl… just like I know you will too.” Joel grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back so you have no choice but to look him in the eye and he grins at your slight pain, kissing your forehead before he trails down your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin to elicit whimpers from you. 

Joel’s mouth finds your left nipple and like a magnet he takes the hard bud in his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue against it roughly. Your eyes watch him the entire time and your brows furrow in such pleasure, meanwhile Joel’s are peacefully shut as he’s groaning against the pillowy flesh of your tits as he swirled his tongue around your overly sensitive nipple like it's a toy. 

Fuck. You were his toy until he was done with you. 

“J-Joel-please I need you baby, please.” You were lifting your hips up in his direction to try and get any sort of friction you can against his cock. 

Joel’s eyes shoot open and his strong hand snatches your jaw tightly, your nipple popping from his mouth as he squints at you. 

“You need daddy’s cock in you that bad, sweetheart?” He coos at you, shaking your jaw a little. 

With furrowed brows you nod eagerly at him, muttering yes over and over again.

A glimmer in Joel’s eyes makes your heart race even more than it was, you could practically feel it in your throat. 

“Beg for it, little girl.” 

Whimpers fly from your parted lips as you muster enough energy to beg him, your wrists tugging harshly at the restraints. 

“Please, fuck me-ah-I need you, I need you to fill up my tight pussy and have your way with me until you’re done using me, daddy.” 

You swear Joel’s brown eyes shift to pitch black as you whine more and squirm. 

“Mmmm, you make it hard to say no to you.”

Joel reaches down and takes two of his thick fingers and forcefully rushes them inside your dripping entrance, looking for your g-spot he was no stranger to. 

His eyes fall heavy as he watches your face flush with ecstasy, your mind seeing stars and planets and everything else he was keeping you from for so long.

You were stuttering and moaning for him to go faster and instead, he replaced his fingers with his cock, hitting that spongey piece of flesh harshly. 

Your back arched off the bed and he chuckled at you, wrapping his arm around you to hold you against him. Your top half draped over his arm and his mouth finds your nipple once more, lapping at it while he pounds into you. 

“Fuck baby-ugh- you feel so good wrapped around my cock like that, stretchin’ your tight little hole out. Tell me who this pussy belongs to, honey. Go on…say it.” He growls and bites your nipple, his groans vibrating on your skin.

“I-it belongs to you, daddy. Fuck- this is your pussy I swear, no one’s ever fucked me the way you have, never. I’m all yours daddy, always.” You could hardly get all your words out before Joel laid you back down, grabbing your hips to lift you up a tad and ram his cock right into you. 

With the bed frame bumping the wall, it only made him want to go harder and faster to see if he could put a hole in the spot it was hitting. 

“No one is ever gonna fuck you again, you got that? You are mine. Once I’m done with you, you won’t be able to even think about anything else, just worried about the next time my dick will be buried in this sweet little pussy that belongs to me.”

No one had ever been this possessive with you before. Joel had his moments of the occasional man looking at you and him threatening to beat the guy up, but it didn’t even come close to this.

“Daddy I’m-ooh, ssshit-I love y-”

You were cut off by Joel’s hand letting go of your hip and gripping your neck roughly, squeezing so hard you had to stop talking to focus on breathing correctly. His hips pound against the back of your thighs as he squeezes tighter, chuckling lowly as he could see the air slipping further and further from your lungs, the vein in your forehead protruding the harder he applies pressure.

“My sweet little slut, beg me for your life.” As Joel’s eyes look into yours, the corner of his pink lips curl into a sly grin, what a sick fuck. 

The tightness on your windpipe made it damn near impossible to choke out the words he wanted to hear, the sobs he was impatiently waiting on. 

With tears in your eyes you were so fucked out and unable to glue words together that there was not a syllable coming from your windpipe, just raspy squeaks and moans. 

“Didn’t think you could, stupid little girl. Look at’cha. So willing to get this old man to do whatever he wants, don’t even care if you fuckin’ pass out.” A harsh slap to your nipple with Joel’s freehand was enough to make you gasp deeply, your lungs puffing up again. 

The burning ball of pressure was deep inside your stomach and you wanted to come so badly, to scream his name so loud everyone would know who was fucking you. 

“Fuck baby, you squeeze me so good, makes me wanna come inside ya. Would you want that, honey? Full of my cum to the brim and make you carry my babies?” Joel’s balls smack against you and his groans almost cover the sound but it's still faint and noticeable. 

You stopped struggling to get your arms free and your legs wrap around Joel’s waist as you start to shake and come all over him. You sob as your orgasm makes you feel so animalistic, like you can’t control yourself. 

All Joel does is go harder, forcing you to feel everything inside and out. His hands run all over your body while his cock rams into you. He’s amazed by you, so enamored the way you sob and shake and beg for him to stop. 

“What’s that baby girl? You want me to stop?” He rhetorically asks before slipping out of your pussy with a groan and his tongue latching onto your clit instantly. He sucks your clit into his mouth and moans as he shakes his head from side to side.

“Joooel! Ple-ase please please st-top!” You cry out, your throbbing clit so telling you’re about to come again. Joel licks your clit mercilessly before spitting on it and comes back to your lips, his beard coated in your sweet slick.

Wet kisses of slick and spit cover your mouth and tongue and you can’t get enough. You lick inside his mouth and all over his tongue, getting every last bit of you from him. 

“Open your mouth.” He murmurs on your puffy lips and gets off you, standing on the side of the bed, grabbing the top of your head forcefully to turn your face towards him. 

“Fill that smart ass mouth with my cock, since you always wanna run it. Well now I’m gonna fill it.” His hands on his hips await you to put his cock in your mouth without hands and the growl Joel lets out when he feels your lips wrap around him. 

You moan on him and move back and forth causing his knees to lock and move closer towards you, slightly fucking your face. 

“Such a pretty baby while you suck on me like that- fuck, sweet girl.” Joel sucks in air through his teeth as his cock twitches, his hips dip slightly and before you can pull away, Joel’s coming in your mouth. The slightly salty liquid pooled in your mouth as Joel jerked himself off until every last drop was gone. He bends down slowly and closes your mouth for you, pressing your jaw up so you can’t open it. 

“Swallow it all like the good girl I know you can be for daddy.” He gets close enough to lick what little was dribbling from the corner of your lips and with watery eyes you look at him and swallow hard. 

Joel’s hand pulls down your jaw slightly and you smirk as you stick out your tongue to show it's all gone. His tongue finds yours once more and you moan in each other's mouth, so drunk on lust and love. 

“You’ve been holding all of that back from me?” You joke and Joel’s head drops with a chuckle. 

#joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #joel miller x you #joel miller #chaotic-mystery #joel miller fic #joel smut #daddy joel #joel miller x afab!reader #joel x reader #joel tlou #joel the last of us #the last of us #hbo the last of us #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller pedro pascal

[boomboxboi]

Minor Physical Feature Headcanons for the GangStars 👅

Bruno Bucciarati

Has a gap tooth.

It’s very subtle but there.

Teeth also straight and very white.

Had great dental care growing up and maintains as an adult.

Also a slightly bigger nose.

And bags under his eyes.

This man is TIRED.

Immaculate cuticles.

Yoshikage Kira would LUST after this man’s hands.

Also nice lips.

They are never chapped.

His hair is thick but naturally straight.

Hair grows at a normal pace.

Leone Abbacchio

Major eye bags.

If Bruno doesn’t sleep, he doesn’t sleep x100.

Slight upper bite.

Soft skin.

Uses lotion constantly.

Straight teeth except for one canine that’s a little crooked.

White teeth but not as much as Bruno’s.

Slightly hooked nose.

Sharper expressions and features.

Very angular.

Thin hair but it’s soft and naturally wavy.

Hair and nails grow fast.

Pannacotta Fugo

Mole on his neck.

Smaller eyes.

Thin eyebrows.

Pale and looks almost sickly.

Thin in general.

Which makes him look lanky.

Slouches.

Perfect teeth.

He had braces in his earlier years.

Narrow and pointy nose.

Also bags under his eyes from anxiety.

Skin slightly oily at times.

Wirey and thin hair.

Will probably bald before everyone else.

His hair takes forever to grow out.

Narancia Ghirga

Very muted freckles.

Especially on his nose.

Skin is always dried out.

Give him moisturizer!

Always perpetually chapped lips.

Larger lower lip.

His hair is thick, tangly, and unkempt.

Styling it?

He can’t.

It does whatever it wants and he doesn’t care enough to try and make it do anything.

Very olive toned skin.

Crooked teeth that need a bit more care.

Slightly crooked nose.

Hair grows STUPID FAST.

So does his nails.

Guido Mista

Crooked nose from when he broke it in a fight once.

Hairy arms, legs, and hairy chest.

Slightly bigger ears.

Thick and tightly curled hair.

Tanned skin.

Skin is calloused and rough.

Does not use lotion at all.

His nails need a lot of work.

Nails also perpetually dirty but has a habit of picking the dirt from them when nervous or anxious.

Thick eyebrows that sometimes are unkempt.

No eye bags because he takes a lot of naps and is relaxed.

Hair and nails grow fast.

Giorno Giovanna

Smooth skin.

Great nails.

Fair skin.

Obviously has his birthmark.

Larger eyes.

Skinny.

Long legs, though.

Nice teeth, also.

But has one crooked tooth that’s noticeable if you stare a little too long.

That’s the jellyfish piss tooth.

I don’t make the rules, I’m sorry.

Naturally straight hair AT FIRST.

But when it just suddenly turned blond, it became wavy.

Hair grows slow after the initial golden phase.

Trish Una

Fair skin but also tans nicely.

Freckles that are a bit more prominent than Narancia’s.

The absolute BEST nails.

And her skin is clear and amazing.

Except that time of the month.

Then she gets one giant ass zit on her chin.

If you point it out, she’ll stab you.

Hair is naturally wavy but will style and care for it as she pleases.

Her hair does not grow back fast, though.

One mole on her hip.

Moderate eyebrows.

Not too thin.

But not as thick as she would like them to be.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo part 5 #narancia ghirga #guido mista #bruno buccellati #leone abbacchio #pannacotta fugo #bruno bucciarati #giorno giovanna #jojo headcanons #trish una #I feel the fucking struggle with Narancia tho

[koorminii]

— inhale, (exhale) | hjs (m)

tired of hearing your whining day after day, early-morning Saturday chores become Jisung’s new norm. however, when reprieve comes in the form of one ridiculously lacy pair of panties and things get risqué, Jisung finds himself enjoying his chores more than ever, and when you find out what exactly he’s doing every Saturday morning do you accept it? or rather— what are you gonna do about it?

❥ pairing: han jisung x afab!reader ❥ genre: pwp (minimal), smut & fluff ❥ rating: 18+ ❥ word count: 8.6k (oops) ❥ warnings: there’s literally 4 smut scenes. kinda domestic, perv!hanji!! the word warm x100, panty sniffing, f &m!masturbation, oral sex, penetrative sex, sexual guilt, exhibitionism, or voyeurism…, kinda soft, fingering, blowjob, face fucking, pussy eating, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, barely any d/s dynamics but attempted sub!ji, dom!reader, teasing, overstimulation, i got carried away this was supposed to be porn with barely any plot yet i managed to sneak some angst, fluff, very fluffy and bit sappy at points, quite literally don’t know what i was trying to do…, tried to give this a plot bc i wanted a longer word count and i succeeded, breast play, i think that’s it! lmk if i’m missing anything <3

❥ a/n: hi my loves, this monstrosity is for my little delulu happy bday ari <3 it’s my first time writing sub-ish!idol so… don’t expect too much 😭 and i’m sorry this is way longer and way more dramatic than it needs to be… but i had fun writing it and i hope you like it <3 @hanjiesgf hi ari pie

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Jisung curls his fingers in your shared sheets before smoothing his hands over the material— flattening frozen peaks and hills crinkled by you two moving around each other in your sleep.

He’s never been a fan of doing any household chores and surely has never wanted to take on this specific task, rummaging through dirty clothes— separating them and folding them— or having to wake up so early to do it.

His arms stretch over his head as a loud yawn leaves his lips, his legs moving automatically towards the hamper in the corner of your bedroom. He grunts with effort as he picks it up, the both of your clothes from the past week and a half piling up until it was practically spilling over the top of the bin. Jisung had never had much of a problem with it, but you couldn't stand to see the mountain of dirty clothes everyday.

Since you two moved in together, you’ve been badgering Jisung a lot more lately concerning cleanliness. It was up to the both of you to keep the place clean and you needed him to realize it wasn’t just his space anymore. He realizes that, but he’s stubborn, and when he almost falls down the stairs because of the heavy weight of the hamper he wants to throw a full blown tantrum— not unlike he used to in kindergarten when someone would get his favorite alphabet blocks before he could get the chance.

Your apartment, or penthouse rather, was all clean lines and immaculate to the touch. The railing of the stairs was made of tempered glass, and floor length windows stretched across one wall. The blinds were down, but even if they weren’t it was impossible to see inside unless someone had a drone that could see through privacy glass.

Jisung’s slippers scuff against the floor as he drops the hamper down, leaving it in front of the stairs and crossing through the living room to the kitchen. Your home was an open floor plan, each room stretching into the other, and gave the clean minimalistic feel you both loved immensely. It didn’t make it any less homey, various antique decorations decorating every table and handmade blankets and quilts thrown over the couch.

Photos of you, Jisung, and your friends, were plastered to every wall with matching frames. The rug in the living room was softer than a cloud, and Jisung always found himself curling his feet into it any chance he could.

He opened up the fridge, scanning its contents looking for anything to soothe the dryness of his throat. Water, of course, would be the best choice, however it would never be his first choice, and he settled on the last of the apple juice at the bottom of the fridge. You two needed to go grocery shopping but would most likely save that for Sunday.

The weekends were no longer a chance to kick back and relax, allowing empty pizza boxes and soda bottles to sit on the counter until Monday, but cleaning up and keeping things clean made Jisung feel better than he originally thought it would. He felt more responsible, more adult-like, and it pleased him. Despite his constant complaints to you, he liked following your advice and he liked doing what you say.

He leaned over the counter, scanning over your home and everything you both worked for, and couldn’t help the satisfaction and pride that crept into his chest. It wasn’t hard to lose sight of what was most important sometimes, but he found that he was never able to. Not with you by his side reminding him. When his eyes settled back on the hamper though he groaned, setting his glass down and moving to retrieve it.

He sighed as he walked past the kitchen and guest rooms to reach the laundry room. The glare of the rising sun crossed the windows, settling on his slouched body as he tugged the dirty clothes from the hamper and separated them into three piles — one in a wooden basket, one on the floor, and the other inside the washing machine. The whites would be going first, he decided, then colors and darks. The first time, he made the mistake of mixing them together and ruined about thirty percent of your wardrobe. It only made him hate the task even more.

As he moved, switching to simply sit with his legs splayed to the side instead of the torturous crouch he had sat in previously, he could hear you moving around the kitchen— probably making breakfast. He was sure you had most likely heard him get out of the bed and had woken up shortly after. He’d tried to get up quietly like he always did, but he had simply come to realize there was nothing that could get past you. He couldn’t say he didn’t like how attentive you were towards him, so he didn’t say anything about it.

After another handful of white shirts he was finally starting to see the bottom of the hamper. He moved quicker at the idea of finally finishing and being able to start on the colored clothes in the next hour, when he reached the last item in the basket. His hands stopped abruptly— almost comically— as he slowly picked the black lace panties sitting lonely at the bottom of the plastic hamper.

His hands almost cradled it as he thought back to the first time he saw you wear them. Short grey shorts, small white tank top, and black lace peeking from over the hem. He remembered the way his mouth had dried almost instantly as you bent over the counter, wiping the surface and putting away clean dishes. He could still remember the curve of your ass in your too-tight shorts and your plush thighs, your cute chattering just background noise as you talked to Felix on the phone.

He hadn’t seen them before then so he knew they were new, but it didn’t matter. The image was burned into his mind, waiting for a chance to come back to the surface, and now it had its chance.

Jisung wasn’t a pervert, or anything of the sort, and he had always been confident in that fact until that day. He swallowed hard, bringing his other hand to stretch your panties in full view in front of him. He didn’t want to acknowledge the heat in his groin, and simply dragged his fingers over the lace, wondering how it would feel against your plush skin. He made sure to let every detail engrave itself in his mind, his eyes running over the lacy material too many times to count.

He was practically drooling, and he found himself moving the piece of clothing closer to his face. Before he could stop himself— he didn’t want to stop himself— he inhaled against the lace, a soft moan leaving him as he took in your scent. Inside his pants, his cock was already fully hard, and all Jisung had to do was take one of his hands down to his pants and press it down on his erection before he was whimpering, dragging your panties against his nose again.

Vaguely he heard your shuffling from only a few rooms down, the fridge opening and closing, and got harder by the thought of you catching him, his hand in his pants and your used underwear pressed up against his face. Would you be disgusted? Turned on? Unaffected? He didn’t know, but he wanted to. He wanted to see the look on your face as he came in his pants on your smell alone, the lace tickling his nose and rubbing against his tongue, making you tremble against him— using him like your own personal toy.

Jisung sighed as he started to pump himself under the fabric of his pajamas, wondering what you would say if you could see him— would you see how desperate he was and try to help? Maybe with your mouth, wrapped around his cock in a way that would make him tremble.

Jisung continued to pump himself and eventually, he had your pretty underwear wrapped around him, using it to pump himself harder, faster, crying out at the feeling of the soft fabric against his sensitive tip. He thought about how good you would feel, how wet you would be and the mess that you would make in those same panties. He thought about fucking you into the floor, your lacy panties covered in his cum— thought about how tight you would feel around him, about the sounds you’d make, your lacy underwear dangling off your ankle— the cause of all his problems but abandoned in the sight of the better prize.

“Fuck,” he whimpered, his body shaking and his breaths coming out shallow as he continued to fuck himself with your panties. Through shaky breaths he watched as your underwear became covered in precum, and with a muffled sob and his eyes fluttering shut, Jisung sighed as his white cum painted your black underwear, contrasting so starkly against each other and soaking the fabric with his release. His hand squeezed the panties as he came, pumping the last drops of his cum before he threw them to the side as if they burned him.

He stiffened as he heard your footsteps move closer, his hand whipping out of his pants quickly before pressing start on the washing machine.

“You okay, babe?” You called, and he could tell you were in the hallway— not too close but not very far.

“I’m good,” he croaked, his voice hoarse from disuse and pure nerves. In the moment, he had wanted you to see, wanted you to come in and watch him, but now the reality of the situation is sinking in and— he really just did that. Jisung took a deep breath, fixing his pants before burying your underwear under the pile it belonged to and picking himself up. Everything was fine.

Everything was not fine.

Jisung isn’t a pervert. He knows this, so why is it that every Saturday morning, without fail, he’s soaking your underwear in cum before joining you at the table for breakfast? Why does he find himself imagining you under him, lacy underwear in hand, more and more often?

His sweatpants shield the mess in his underwear as he practically slams the washing machine door shut, and he winces at the sound it makes. You’ve been badgering him now for how harshly he’s handling things, but he can’t help it. The dissipation of his post-orgasm high just brings guilt and uncomfortability, and he can’t take it. Every Saturday is the same, yet somehow every Saturday it gets worse.

Jisung raises himself up, again hiding his new obsession under its respective pile, before exiting the laundry room and going to the bathroom to wash his hands. It’s pretty much become a daily routine, but you never notice. Whether it’s you just thinking he has an attitude about washing the clothes and that’s why he slams the washing machine door shut so hard or if he’s simply washing his hands before breakfast he doesn’t know, but he does know he’s really starting to like his only chore way too much.

The afternoon passes by fast, his busy mind and chores around the apartment keeping him in check. The ten minutes he spent helping you look for the charger to your speaker effectively contributed to passing the time before he finally let his exhausted body fall on your mattress. His eyes shut in bliss as he relaxes against the soft fabric and he spreads his arms wide, a long sigh leaving his lips.

“My poor baby,” you tease, standing at the door as you watch him relax into the bedding. It’s not like he has to do much, but it’s just like him to feel tired after a little cleaning. It’s not something anyone really wants to do, at least to you, but it has to get done and you’ve realized a long time ago it’s up to you to make sure that it does. You sit down next to him, running a hand through his hair as he hums in response, rubbing his head against your palm to encourage you to continue.

You smile a little, looking around your bedroom and feeling your chest lighten at the simple fact that it’s yours. The both of you. It’s a pride you’ve never felt before, and you know Jisung feels it too no matter how much he refuses to admit it. You’ve honestly been noticing how much less he complains about cleaning or taking part in the weekly chores. Less and less does he sigh, huff and puff, or groan, simply becoming a cacophony of noises as he moves around to do anything even remotely close to responsible or adult-like. He even wakes up easily, making his way to the laundry room like it’s become second nature.

He doesn’t let clothes pile up anymore, nor does he get annoyed at your nagging because he never gives you the chance. It’s been weeks since you last nagged him about anything besides handling things with care, and you’re shocked. You haven’t brought it up because you know how annoying it can be for someone to act surprised that you’re simply doing the “right thing”, so you’ve let him do his thing while you continue to do your own.

Soft snores leave your boyfriend's lips as your fingers stop moving against his scalp. You frown slightly at the sight, brushing his hair back behind his ear and gazing down at his face. So pretty, so soft, all yours.

Feeling nice you decide to finish the laundry for him and let him sleep. It takes a bit of effort to drag yourself back out of bed, but you make your way briskly through your apartment and into the laundry room, the last pile of clothes sitting on the floor in front of the machine. You throw the wet clothes into the dryer, going a little overboard with dryer sheets, before picking through the last pile and dropping each item into the washer. Your knees ache from dropping up and down to pick up and drop down clothes, so you’re relieved when you reach the end of the pile.

You don’t know what leads you to inspect the last items because really you have no reason to, but you can’t ignore the urge to pick through these items even more than usual. You drop shirts, socks, shorts, underwear, and some stray scarves and hats before your favorite black underwear.

When you pick them up, pinching them between your thumb and your index, you don’t expect it to stay stuck together, the fabric not dangling like it usually would. You lean closer, your eyes squinting in confusion by the globs of cum sitting in your panties, some of it dried and cracking as you spread your panties open.

You don’t know how to describe the feeling it’s brought to you. Your eyebrows raise at the sight because it’s a lot, sitting in the middle of your panties as if you soaked them, but you know you didn’t, and you know there’s only one other person who could have. Your mind is empty, mouth gaping, and eyebrows stuck in an arch. The washing machine beeps from disuse, but you pay it no mind.

Your legs clench together and you’re no stranger to the heat that rises in you as you continue to inspect. Just looking, as if the evidence of what has clearly happened would disappear if you blinked. You bring yourself back, allowing a spiral of thoughts to overcome you as you throw the underwear into the washer and press start, your ability to think finally starting to return.

Fucking Han Jisung.

No wonder he’s been so agreeable, you scoff, turning off the lights in the laundry room and shutting the door before making your way back upstairs. You don’t know what to do with this information, not entirely sure how to go about confronting him, if you even do. What then? It’ll just be awkward, and you still don’t know how you feel about it. Your mind tells you to just let the heat in your gut speak for you, but is that really enough?

When you step into your bedroom Jisung is still sleeping, curled up around a large pillow with his chest rising softly. Your lips press together as your shoulders slump and you allow your thoughts to sit in the back of your mind until later. As of now, there’s only a couple hours until you have to start making dinner and you’re aching for the comfort of your bed.

You feel a wave of warmth rush over you as you look over him. That comfortable feeling you get when you love someone. Everything felt warm, the soft sheets surrounding you, rumpled but clean and soft, felt like you were laying on a cloud. The dim light that filtered through the curtains gave your bedroom a warm, homey glow. The TV still played a silly romcom softly in the front of the room and his hair, fanned around your pillows, resembled a halo of his own.

As much as you would love to keep going, scanning him up and down, you decide against it. For now, at least. You know he’s tired. You’re tired too, and as soon as your head hits the pillow you’re asleep.

Jisung doesn’t like this familiarity.

He didn’t like the fact that he had to do laundry every Saturday in the first place. And then he also didn’t appreciate the way his body reacted to damn underwear. But what he especially detested was how much he loved it – the thrill of getting caught, the feeling of lace on his skin, the sight of his cum painted all over the fabric.

Jisung doesn’t like the fact that you washed the rest of the clothes.

He was so sure his heart stopped when he first saw the empty spot on the floor where the pile of clothes had been, and had been even more sure when he’d taken the whites out the dryer and saw your lacy panties in the washing machine.

He had tip-toed around you for a few days after that, not sure if you knew and not sure if you would say anything if you did, but after a few days of his sketchy behavior and no inkling of notice from you, Jisung decided he was in the clear. He was sure of it, but it didn’t help the anxiousness that settled in his chest as he sat in front of the washing machine for the 6th Saturday in a row, his pants tugged down and his cock hard and aching.

God, he's so fucking sexy. And pretty. And perfect. Your precious, precious boyfriend.

Your hand trails down your body – brain working tirelessly to replace your fingers with his own that would leave a trail of warmth over your skin. Just as the tip of your hand brushes over your underwear, a loud gasp and a light thump makes you give a stuttered sigh.

His girthy cock stands tall, the tip red and wet, smacking against his torso and leaving splotches of precum over his shirt. You want to lick him clean. His hands settle next to him on the floor, hips tilted as he spreads his legs comfortably.

Your fingers skim over the wet lips of your pussy, middle finger itching to spread them. You’re met with heavy, wet arousal that immediately covers the tip of your finger when you try to dip it past your entrance. Dragging it up along your opening, you settle your fingers next to your clit, and lean against the wall as you watch Jisung through the crack in the door.

He wraps one hand around the length of his cock, pulling down precum from his tip to coat himself completely. Your fingers move over your swollen clit, the lightest of brushes sending heat to your body.

You watch him move his hand over himself frantically, your panties moving along his cock, and his hot, lewd panting filling up your head and fogging your brain.

You bite back a moan at the sight. If only he knew you were at the door, would he be able to stop himself or would he keep going, making eye contact and fucking himself into an orgasm, moving his hand over himself until he was a shuddering mess. And when you would take him in your mouth, licking all the way up to the sensitive head and back, and suck at the tip with hollowed cheeks until he unraveled from under you. You know you can’t deep-throat him, he’s too big— too wide, but you do know you’re capable of sucking him to incoherency with just your lips wrapped around him.

You were positive that if you’d caught Jisung in the act like you’d planned you’d confront him— ask him why and for how long— not stand at the door with your hand shoved under the waistband of your shorts and lip caught between your teeth to silence your moans.

Jisung’s body racks with shivers before he leans over, cumming in your panties with a guttural moan.

“Oh,” he sighs, “fuck.”

You lean back against the wall, back arched and hips jerking while you ride out the waves of your orgasm, mind slowly floating back to consciousness. You register harsh breathing in your vicinity— Jisung was still coming down from his high. As you pull your hand away from your sensitive pussy, you realize you should move away from the door and somehow explain why you haven’t even started breakfast yet.

Gathering your wits and pulling yourself together as quickly as possible, you watch him sit up and shove your underwear under the pile and pull his pants up. You can tell he’s still reeling from the force of his orgasm just by the way his movements are slow and languid. He throws the last few whites in the washing machine before pressing start, and that’s all you need to propel you away from the door and make you start backing away in the direction of the kitchen.

You had given a lot of thought about what happened in the laundry room, to be honest. It’s not what you expected to happen at all, and surely isn’t something you thought would be sticking to your thoughts as much as it is. All you can think about is Jisung, your panties in his hand, pressed against his nose, his mouth, his cock, leading him to his most powerful orgasms. It leads you to your own, it excites you and even turns you on when you fantasize about it. But these fantasies weren’t something you had ever thought about before— and now you can’t help the thought of being able to see it without a door separating you both.

Your hands move through the motions of washing the dishes but your mind is far away. You can see Jisung from where you stand, and you know his eyes are glued to the television even though his back is facing you. The long sigh that leaves you feels like a weight has been taken off your body, as if it’s held all the confusion and frustration and utter horniness you’ve been battling for the past few days.

You’ve always had a clear head, have always been the voice of reason besides being as wild as your friends sometimes consider you to be, and you don’t know why this situation has to be different than any other. You know by now that you like it and you want to see it, so why can’t you just say it? You don’t know, but the disconnect it’s creating just serves to frustrate you even more.

Instead of going to make breakfast like you usually do while Jisung washes the clothes, you sneak downstairs and watch him through the door. Every Saturday without fail. The fact that it’s your used underwear only makes you wetter, and the moan that leaves your mouth almost gets you caught and puts an end to whatever game you two are playing.

He doesn’t hear you though, he never does, too lost in the haze of lust that surrounds him. Practically hard just at the thought of what he’ll be doing as soon as he gets downstairs.

The impulsivity to watch him is the same impulsivity that makes you confront him once and for all. You really do think things through, sometimes even more than necessary, but when it comes to Jisung it’s always been hard not to do whatever you feel like doing. Jisung doesn’t often take initiative and do things for the both of you, so you’ve taken it upon yourself to do so at times.

You thought back to the conversation you two had only a few nights ago, curled up under your duvet. As the evening drew near, faint bits of sunlight trickled through your closed curtains, lightly illuminating your bedroom, the main source of light coming from the long chandelier that hung from the ceiling just beyond your bed, hanging above the free space in your room.

The room is quiet, save for the soft movement of Jisung in your closet. A towel wrapped around his waist as he rummages through your shared belongings for a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Your hands travel between the sheets, digging underneath pillows and under the mounds formed from your blankets for the remote. The two sounds mingle together, the comfortingly subdued noises bringing an intimate warmth that blankets the atmosphere. The comfortability of the way you move around each other is what leads you to ask the question that’s been sitting on your tongue for two months.

You yawn, bringing a manicured hand to your lips and Jisung turns around at the sound, a fond smile lifting his lips as he shushes you, ensuring that you don’t need to wait for him. You smile softly, leaning up and adjusting yourself so that you can look at Jisung head on, the smile disappearing in place of a contemplative look.

“What’s up, baby?” Jisung asks, setting down the clothes in his hands to sit next to you on the bed, laying a comforting palm on your thigh through the covers. You shake your head, bringing back a comforting smile— one that you hope will make him see that he doesn’t have to be worried.

“I was talking to Jieun today and she was saying she and Felix had talked about some… kinks and fetishes they had, and how much it’s broadened their sex life and made it better.”

This is true, but not why you’re bringing this particular topic up, of course. You haven’t told Jieun or anyone about what you’ve caught Jisung getting up to or how it’s made you feel, but you decide that the best way to open up the conversation is by bringing up your mutual friends.

“Made it better,” Jisung repeats, his eyebrows furrowing, “Baby, I don’t think I want to know about Felix’s sex life.”

Jisung makes a show of groaning loudly as you shove his shoulder in response, unable to help the fond eye roll in response to his words. Jisung always knows how to make everything so unserious and you can never be mad at him for it. He’s too cute and it always helps you when you’re stressed about whatever it is you need to get off your chest— like now— as his soft laughs echo around you.

“Sung, what I’m saying is, have you thought about it? Like, kinks you have that you might want to try?”

Jisung is silent for a moment before tilting his head down and chuckling. When he looks back up at you he smiles and reaches over to squish your cheeks and pull your head closer.

“Nah baby, shit is already perfect.” He kisses you, gentle, languid, and it serves to distract you from the lingering puzzlement at his answer to your question. Your chest warms at the feeling of his hands on your skin, cupping your chin and tracing shapes along the flesh. Your arms wrap around his shoulders to drag him closer and you feel him grin before pulling away, leaving light pecks on your lips and across your face.

When he stands he has to fix his towel, slipping so low off his hips you can see the shadow of hair along his pelvis. The heat in your stomach is far from gone, and it’s harder than usual to drag your eyes from his skin.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Ok,” you chirp, but you’re already halfway out the bedroom, rushing downstairs to grab a glass of water. Though now that you’re away from Jisung his words ring around your head, further confusing and upsetting you. It’s clear that he’s lying to you, but why? It’s not like you’ve ever judged him before about anything, and even if it is something that could be potentially shameful, after five years and moving in together, you two are surely on the path of marriage. It wouldn’t be so unnatural to talk about something like this at such a stage in your relationship.

There’s no possible way you’ve been imagining this tension, and you know what you’ve seen. He could be in denial, you presume, but after months of the same cycle there’s no chance that he has no fetish for it. A lingerie fetish? Kink? Whatever it is, you just want to come clean about it and you had the chance, but after Jisung’s vehement denial there was no way you could comfortably spill everything you knew, and no way to say it in a way that you didn’t know what he was up to.

‘I’ve been having fantasies about you sniffing my underwear for no clear reason.’ It doesn't sound remotely believable to your own ears and you know Jisung is smarter than that. You’ve never had to be the one to squeeze information out of him. You’ve always been clear in what you want, what you need, and have always succeeded in getting him to come clean about what he wants and needs. It’s no secret who takes control in that area, so the fact that you’re stuck only worries you more.

The ice cold water glides down your throat and you sigh in bliss, smacking your lips together and taking a deep breath, relaxing your shoulders and setting this conflict to the back of your mind. You just breathe, ignoring the secrets and confusion that’s been plaguing your mind. It feels wrong to have to keep things from your boyfriend and you wonder if he feels the same way, having to lie to your face over something that should be simple.

Your walk back to your shared bedroom is less rushed than your departure, and you simply savor the peace and quiet of your apartment. The moonlight shines through cracks in the window, settling a soft blue glimmer over your furniture. You can hear the TV playing softly when you arrive and you mask your true emotions with a placid smile.

That was a week ago. You’ve done a lot of thinking since then— it feels like all you’ve been doing recently is thinking. Yet here you stand, in front of the laundry room door, waiting, wondering, when you should just go in and put an end to all of this.

This entire situation feels a tad too dramatic for your liking, and you just want to have sex with your boyfriend without wondering if it’s not enough for him, wondering if he wants more and why he won’t just tell you that. Your hand is raised ready to knock on the door, but you drop it when you hear the telltale signs of Jisung pulling his pants down, the sighs that fill the room. You’re as still as a statue, nervous to walk in on your own boyfriend.

Time stands still, all you can think about is what you’re about to do— and what could come from it. Relief for you both? Or maybe anger, or maybe something else that your muddled brain can’t manage to think of. Shouldn’t you also come clean about the fact that you’ve been watching him? That you’ve known for a long time and just let him believe he needed to keep things secret because of your own internal battle? The questions and doubts that plague your mind almost lead you to turn around, to simply forget about the entire thing and let Jisung continue with whatever he calls these daily escapades.

But you know you can’t. In a relationship it’s up to you both to lay things down clear and precise, to bring your worries to your partner and fix them together, explore them together, and enjoy the closeness you wouldn’t be able to have with anyone else. You know you can’t just leave things as they are. Your mind won’t let you, it never would. You’d simply drive yourself crazy until you couldn’t keep it in anymore and would reveal it in the worst way possible.

You settle your nerves and take it upon yourself to venture inside into the sunlit room, your gaze locked on Jisung’s waist. Your breath shudders when his hand whips out his pants and he sits up, his chest heaving and cheeks red.

“Babe, don’t sneak up on me like that.” He laughed, but it sounded painfully forced, and you looked up at him hoping your gaze looked soft and that your anxiousness didn’t come off as anger.

“What were you doing?”

“The laundry…?”

Jisung swallowed, his hands tightening into fists as he stared at your naked collarbone— not able to look you in the eye. His mind was a plethora of thoughts, of guilt, of regret— wondering if he had really been so wrapped up that he hadn’t managed to hear you walking to the laundry room and how he could be so stupid to get caught after months of the same routine.

You scoff, taking a few steps inside the room and pushing the door closed behind you. “Don’t lie to me, Sung. You were touching yourself, right?”

A silence stretches between you both, simply staring at each other and waiting for one of you to say something more. Jisung, waiting for you to say you’re joking, that you know he would never do something like that, to say something that would stop the rapid beating of his heart and the anxiousness that takes over his being. And you, waiting, hoping, for Jisung to simply come clean. To trust in you and reveal that yes, he is, and he has been for a long time.

The silence stretches for a long time, sending a chill down your spine and a realization.

Jisung clenches his teeth before whimpering, “Fuck, I’m sorry.” His hands drop to his sides and your face falls slack as his shoulders start to shake. “I’m sorry, you’re probably so mad so— so disgusted.”

“What? Baby, no, no I’m not.”

With clammy hands you interlock your fingers with his and gently tilt his chin so that you can look at him. “I’m not mad,” you repeat, “I’m not disgusted either.”

Jisung blinks rapidly, nodding his head at your words and taking in a deep breath as he steps closer to you, leaning down so that his head can knock against yours.

“You’re not mad.”

A soft laugh echoes from your lips and you feel a huff of air on your lips as the beginning of a smile graces his lips. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Jisung sighs, “I just couldn’t.”

You nod. It was hard for you to even come inside, wondering if he would be upset with you and not even thinking he could’ve been ashamed. You squeeze his hand and lean up to nip his cheek, proceeding to litter small kisses all over his face.

Jisung’s laughs make your heart feel light and allow you to feel better about the mini episode he just had— as well as the extensive episode you both have been fluttering around. You leave a kiss full of relief on his lips, salty and wet, moving your mouth against his as he returns it. Slowly, your lips start to press against each other more eagerly, lapping over each other and filling you with warmth.

Jisung brings a hand to your hair, pulling you closer to him before pinning you against the farthest side of the room, your waist trapped between him and the wall. In a matter of seconds he’s devouring you until you’re left breathless, your lips swollen and wet. His mouth moves along the sensitive parts of your neck, down the line of your throat, while his other hand separates from your own to run down your waist and touch you where he knows you shiver with need.

He slips his leg between your parted ones, allowing you to settle down right on top of his muscular thigh. As the kiss grows deeper, your hips begin to move, gyrating and pressing down against him. Using him. As your bodies move with one another, your pleasure continues to rise, forming from your center and spreading over your body.

Jisung gasps, but it’s swallowed up by your mouth all over again. You let your hands slide up the back of his loose t-shirt. His skin is warm, and Jisung hums into your mouth when he moves closer, your chests pressing together with each movement.

Suddenly, Jisung’s lips are pulled away from yours and you groan loudly, chasing after him. You succeed, biting at Jisung’s bottom lip to get him to open up again, but it doesn’t last long.

“Baby, wait.”

“What? what’s wrong?”

“Can you.. can you put the panties on for me?”

You blink once in response before a fire ignites in your groin. The smirk that lifts your lips and the pleased sigh that leaves your mouth fills the otherwise silent room and you drop down on the ground, pulling your shorts and your underwear off your body and pulling on the black, lacy ones— the cause of this mess.

Once you pull them all the way up and face Jisung again, you push him back gently, and Jisung pecks at your lips repeatedly until his back hits the floor. Then, like every girl’s wet dream, you're grabbing his hands to hold by his head.

Jisung then proceeds to kiss the shit out of you, your lips crashing together, ravishing you until your lungs clench and a lewd moan falls from your lips. He desperately tries to avoid bucking his hips upwards into yours, but fails again and again. Eventually, you drag your mouth away, trailing it down his neck. He’s gasping against you, and he curls into your touch, whimpering when sharp teeth nip at his skin. There’s a tongue soothing the wound, sucking at the same spot, lapping over it. You can feel him starting to shake, whimpering more often than not, before he’s yanking his hands free from your hold and dragging your face back up. You can feel Jisung smiling into it, chuckling just the tiniest bit, but resume kissing him.

He holds his gaze on yours when you fall apart, relaxing your body while the pulsing of your orgasm courses through you. He leans down into your arms right after, pressing tightly against your chest, so tight that you could feel his heartbeat pacing fast against yours. The kisses he gives you are soft and gentle, your thighs still trembling when he pulls away, pulling his grey t-shirt over his head.

The unmistakable shape of his erection that you feel brushing against your stomach lets you know just how turned on he is, and you equally so. His lips return to yours only after he has stripped himself, and your hands move from his shoulders to his chest, trailing down his naked skin, where you slide your fingers under the waistband of his boxers.

You lean forward, switching positions and taking him into your hand. He’s heavy, full of cum, and you slide your body down so that your mouth is right against his cock. You leave a kitten lick on the underside of his shaft, feeling the veins and the way Jisung throbs. He’s a pleasant weight on your tongue and you swirl it around the tip before sucking him into your mouth.

Still with your eyes on his face, you lean closer, kissing his sensitive tip before fitting your lips around the head, taking him into your mouth again. You hear him gasp before it turns into a deep groan, sucking and licking as you take him deeper.

Jisung sighs, his hand gripping your hair— trying not to force you down on him. Your body buzzes from the sensation and you feel hot all over, and you resist the urge to reach down and stroke your fingers to search for your own pleasure, choosing to focus on pleasing him instead.

His lips fall open with a few deep grunts escaping his soft lips, his hips moving faster as he pumps himself into your mouth. “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum.”

Your fingers dig into his thighs and you whimper around him, the vibrations from your throat making his body spasm as he nears his orgasm. You pull off of him, your lips swollen and red, slicked with spit and pre cum.

“Come on baby,” you rasp, your throat scratchy and hoarse. “You can cum.”

Jisung’s movement becomes harsh as he pumps himself, his speed growing rapidly, and you see him twitching, his girth widening, before he pumps his cum onto your face with a long, drawn-out, groan.

“Are you gonna touch me?” You smirk, clawing at your own shirt and pulling it off. He nods, already moving to flip your positions yet again.

All you can feel is his touch, his fingers tweaking at your nipples and his lips that keep moving down and kissing the skin of your breasts that spill over your bra. He pulls his hand, the one that has been kneading at your breasts, and trails it down, stroking his tongue over your skin while his free hand moves lower, and lower, slipping under your shorts to find your cunt.

He traces down your panties, soaked with your arousal, running over the lace and moaning at the feeling of it clinging into your clit. His thumb follows the wet trail on the flimsy fabric to find your opening, hardly shielding you from his touch. He twists his hand while he continues to press his thumb in circles over your covered entrance, his fingers find your clit, and then he pinches, hard, sending you over the edge and into one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had.

You squirm at the feeling of your release, before your fingers slowly peel the scrap of black lace down your thighs, making a show out of it while you make him wait. You continue to tease him, staring him down as you slip your feet from them and he pulls them off, frantically, and you watch him lift the lace to his nose. Inhaling deeply, breathing you in. His lashes flutter, and the view of him taking you in so shamelessly makes you shudder.

He drops the fabric in the next moment, looming over you with hooded eyes, and you pull him down to leave a lingering kiss on his lips. He continues to kiss you as he spreads your legs apart, holding them down with heavy hands. With your pussy so wet, his fingers slide easily through your folds, and he can feel just how wet you are, but the way you clench and throb around him makes him moan deeply. His lips find your hips, then he moves down, running his mouth down your legs, taking time to trail along your thighs, your calves, your ankles, and you keep your eyes on him the whole time.

You let out a gasp at the first stroke of his tongue over your clit. Your legs lift a little, but Jisung presses them back down, keeping you in place— keeping you right where he wants you.

“Don't make me wait, Ji.”

Jisung needed no further warning. He grabbed your hips and squeezed them, pulling you even closer to his waiting tongue. You were moaning— your sounds filling the room— and he felt like he was in heaven. He was the one making you feel this, he was the reason, and it made him so proud. He runs a shaky hand along your skin as you cry out at the feeling of his tongue swiping against your wet cunt. You can’t do much but moan and sigh. It’s funny to you, how you have the upper hand but he has you shaking from under him, building you up and then breaking you down with immense pleasure— a feeling that you can barely think around.

You hear a soft gasp as he gives you a few more kisses with his tongue, tasting you, before he looks up again and whimpers, “I wanna make you feel good.” — And he’s unrelenting in showing you just how determined he is to make good of his words. His grip tightens on your thighs, as the swipes of his tongue grow more intensely. He sucks at your clit, pressing his tongue against you to send you into your second orgasm.

Your hips moved frantically against his face— chasing your own pleasure. You chanted his name as he pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt, growing desperate and restless with each stroke. He could feel your legs shaking, your body squirming as you reached your peak.

“Jisung, oh god.”

His breathing is shaky, labored and uneven, rising up and slotting himself between your thighs. You want him, more than anything, no matter what. He kisses the corner of your lips, smiling against your mouth.

You kissed him so sweetly after that, but it was all a ploy, a distraction for you to line his cock up with your entrance, and push it into your tight hole. His eyes widened as he felt himself stretch your walls, and he made to pull away from the kiss to gasp, but you didn’t let him. Chasing his lips, you kept him close, tangled in a mess of tongue and teeth, with no room to breathe.

“My empty-headed baby. Take anything I give you right?”

All Jisung can do is nod— your thoughts leave you as he continues to move in and out of you, filling you up and satisfying you the way he always does, but you manage to speak without realizing. “You’re so filthy, getting off to my panties— !” Your walls contract as he thrusts into you deeper, lifting your legs and situating them against his shoulders. He buries himself so deep inside it’s almost like he’s melded himself into you. He’s so big, you can barely breathe, allowing him to bring pleasure to you both as he moves.

“I-i’m so dirty,” he moans, his voice raspy with need, as he pumps his cock. “And you love it.”

Your mouth falls open, overwhelmed with satisfaction. You can only focus on the feeling of his cock dragging against you, his tip hitting so hard it feels like he’s moving around your organs. He pounds into you, not allowing anything but lewd moans to leave your lips for even a moment. His harsh groans and your airy sighs fill the room, slaps of his skin against yours lewd and wet. “Oh god, I’m gonna—”

Your words become nothing but a moan when his thrusts don’t falter and instead pick up. You don’t know how he’s managing to keep going, how he’s managed to move even quicker.

"Come on, baby," you whisper, clenching your jaw, letting him know that you’re on the brink of orgasm. Jisung bends down, taking your lip into his mouth, tugging and sucking and making you sigh in bliss. Then his fingers come down to find your clit, sending you erupting into an earth-shattering orgasm.

Your own orgasm was what did it. A few more thrusts into your sloppy cunt, and he was spilling his seed right into you, coating your walls. He was throwing his head back, letting out a deep moan as he buried himself in you, hips stuttering as he released spurt after spurt, your poor pussy taking everything he gave. You watched him in awe, flickering your eyes to the abandoned underwear for only a moment— before you glued your eyes to the man in front of you. It was even better in person.

“Oh baby,” you sigh, “does it feel good?”

Jisung nods, his hair brushing against your naked skin, and he presses a soft kiss against your collarbone. His lips rest there as you both come down from your high, basking in the glow of your orgasms and relishing in the presence of each other.

Your chest heaves with the force of your breaths but otherwise your body feels light, airy, and any negative thought you’d entertained before is completely gone in lieu of the sex you and Jisung have just had, the mutual understanding you’ve created with the meshing of your bodies.

You feel content, like you’ve done all this worrying for nothing— and really— you both had. Worrying about being judged or ridiculed was ridiculous in a relationship such as yours, and once again you’ve been reminded of that.

a/n: an abrupt ending…?? from me??? no… no way!!?? as always, i hope you enjoyed and tysmmm for reading!! everyone say happy bday ari !!! <3 or don’t… she’s a loser anyway so who cares fr

mini taglist: idk why i always feel bad tagging as if y’all didn’t literally ask me but 😭 tysm!! @myjisung @svintsandghosts @hwan-g @hoeforstraykids @itsisa @raspbinniecreme

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[treethankyou]

greendale seven supporting a friend on their period!

this came to me while i was suffering so i had to turn that pain into this! this is not meant to be gender specific but it is specific to those of us who have periods. also i’m sorry for not including Pierce but i honestly just couldn’t be bothered to write for him 🤷‍♀️ i apologize for my poor grammar, writing has never been my strong suit. well anyways, i hope this is alright and ya enjoy!

pairing: gn (period having) reader & greendale 7

warnings: mentions of periods, poor grammar (sorry i have no excuse!)

word count: a lot (~1600)

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Jeff

now don’t get me wrong Jeff is a mature, grown man

…who is also a bit of a weenie LMAO

upon finding out you’re on your period he’s a little uncomfortable but represses any visual tell of that fact

regardless of the fact that he has a similar mindset about periods to that of a teenage boy, he still cares…discreetly

he’s got a reputation to protect here!

he makes sure to go easy on you when it’s clear you’re not feeling well

lowkey scolds anyone who doesn’t get the memo

suggests to get froyo so you’re able to get some sugar to make ya feel better

he knows that light exercise helps with cramping and him being the health nut he is he offers to go on walks with you

never acknowledges that he does any of this to help you feel better but it’s more obvious than he thinks it is

aloof big brother x100

“Hey Jeff…” you say after taking a bite of froyo. “I just wanted to say thank you for taking me here for…thinking of me. It means a lot.”

He spares you a small smile across the table. “Oh, it’s nothing. I just wanted froyo.” You know him well enough to know that’s not the truth but you also know that if you say something about he will feel embarrassed and deny it. So you say nothing, making a mental note to discreetly pay back the favor sometime.

Britta

she is totally big on no period shame

never makes you feel weird about being on your period, in fact she encourages you to talk plainly about it

you know, defeat the stigma!

has loose pain pills in her purse she’ll offer you when the pain gets bad

may accidentally offer you a…recreational pill LMAO

has tampons only sorry to the pad supremacists

if anyone is going too rough on you when you’re feeling crappy she absolutely will step in and tell them to lay off

keeps a travel heating pad in her car and has lend it to you on multiple occasions

she’s overall a great friend and never fails to prove it <3

“Oh sweetie…” Britta starts as she looks at your slumped over figure, head parked face down on the table. “My everything hurts.” You mumble against the wood.

Without another word Britta turns on her heel to grab her portable heating pad. Soon she returns and hands you the heating pad, patting your head as you sit back up. “You’re the best Britta.” You gratefully smile up at her, leaning your weight into her side. She smiles and squeezes you in a side hug. “Anytime buddy, anytime.”

Abed

remember in season 2 when it’s revealed that Abed charted the girls’ periods?

…yeah me too.

sorry babes but you’re also totally on that chart

this man carries both pads and chocolate in his bag (designated pockets for each!) just in case any of his lady friends and period having pals need either

there was a point in time where he was curious about what periods were like and absolutely researched the hell out of the topic

is now a certified period expert

because of that he doesn’t use euphemisms to refer to periods, absolutely uses the medical terms

invites you over for movie night in which y’all watch all your faves and sappy comfort movies

Tears slip down your face as “A Simple Life” plays in the background, Carl and Ellies life together flashing on the screen. Abed silently observes you from his position on the couch, handing you a box of tissues as soon as he notices the tears.

You nod gratefully, taking the box in your hands and wiping away the remaining tears. “Abed?” you ask. He looks back to you quizzically, waiting for you to continue. “You really don’t have to do this, I know only watching my favorite movies is a bit boring so…Thank you.” He comfortingly pats your knee before saying, “”You and me, we are in a club now”. We’re friends and if that means being here with you, I’ll do it anytime.” Let’s just say you cried a little more at that.

Shirley

quite coy when it comes to talking about periods not too big a deal though

but when she sees you’re suffering—

mother hen mode: activated

asking all of the questions to see how you’re doing

see Shirley knows you’re grown and can handle yourself but that doesn’t stop her from paying a little more attention to you when you’re on your period

bakes all the chocolate goods

and they are amazing you honestly could cry

has pain killers and tampons in case of emergency

she is actually so sweet to you (which is nothing new but it’s more noticeable during this time)

if the symptoms are really intense she absolutely prays for you (lowkey worried that you are being tormented by the devil LMAO)

This week has been booty and today sealed the deal. The abdominal pain has been astronomical and you honestly felt like you were going to keel over at any moment.

Sluggishly you made your way out of the library, getting barely a few steps out the door before you heard Shirley call out to you. “Hey Shirley what’s u—“ before you could finish your sentence you’re cut off by Shirley shoving a box in your hands. A box full of brownies, cookies, and chocolate covered strawberries. You look back up to her face shocked and touched beyond belief.

“I noticed this week has been tough for you and I wanted to remind you that someone’s in your corner. I hope this helps you feel better sweetie.” She smiles sweetly and you can’t help but tear up. Thanking her profusely you give her a tight hug before making your way home, excited to devour your delicious gift.

Annie

absolutely made a code word to notify each other when either of you get your period

it’s something absolutely ridiculous like “i’m hungry for blueberry muffins”

very much embarrassed when talking about periods, hushed whispers and euphemisms out the wazoo

carries literally everything that one could need for a period emergency

pain killers, portable heating pad, pads and tampons of every kind

if you ever need any of the aforementioned items she will literally sprint across campus to get them to you if need be

low key treats you like the younger sibling she never got (being the youngest in her family and in the study group she is trilled) it only intensifies when you’re on your period

“Ok so! I have ibuprofen, tylenol, advil, tums—“ you cut her off with a small laugh and shake of your head. “Annie I’m fine! It’s barely a headache. Worst comes to worst I’ll just sit in a dark and quite room for a while.”

As soon as the words left your mouth another sharp pain shoots through your head, you visibly cringe at the sensation. She eyes you nervously, clearly still concerned about your well-being. “Ok dark room, I can do that!” She exclaimed, the volume causing you to wince a little. She quickly hops up out of her seat and shuts off the lights to the study room. She then shrugs off her sweater and folds it into a small pillow, placing it on the table in front of you. “You should sleep for a bit, use this. Don’t worry I won’t let anyone disturb you.”

Before you can protest she runs out of the room and closes the doors. You smile and shake your head at her antics, reminding yourself to thank her later. You silently take her advice, falling into a nice sleep in the silence of the study room guarded by your beloved neurotic chosen sister.

Troy

we all know this man is a himbo

clueless to the max

all he knows is that periods suck and cause a lot of pain and bleeding (that’s actually so scary to him LMAO)

after finding this out Britta gives him the run down with Abed chiming in now and then…he’s mortified LOL

has totally used Abeds chart before

knowing about when it occurs, he is a total sweetheart when you’re on your period

compliments you more (albeit a bit clumsily) to make sure you feel good about yourself during this time

carries an extra water bottle around to make sure you are hydrated to avoid headaches

You’re making popcorn in the kitchen for the movie night you’re spending with Abed, Annie, and Troy when negativity creeps up on you. You feel like crap, physically and mentally. You’re irritable, sad, and tired all at the same time and this shift in behavior does not go unnoticed. You had been snippy all day due to how terrible you felt and you even snapped at your friends. And now you felt worse with the guilt of that encounter eating at you.

As you ruminate on those thoughts you feel a presence behind you. You don’t get the chance to turn around before you feel arms wrap around you, pulling you into a hug. You look to the hands of who is holding you and realize it’s Troy, though you could have guessed that based on the action alone. You relax, leaning your weight into his front and letting his warmth wash over you. His presence alone sweeps away the cloud of negativity previously plaguing you.

After a while he releases his hold on you and moves to deal with the popcorn, shooting you a caring smile as he does so. Before he can exit the kitchen you place a hand on his shoulder and whisper a small thank you. “That’s what friends are for. Besides, I like hugs.” He grins and you can’t help but return it. You follow him back to the tv room, settling down to continue your marathon surrounded by your loved ones.

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[givemearock]

Cuddling with the Stranger Things Party

Here’s the follow up to my other post :) ALSO about my other post thank you so much for the positive reception on it !! It made my day :)) and so sorry if there are any typos I’m posting this later at night so my brain isn’t fully there

(disclaimer if you’re above the age of 18 please do not insert yourself they’re all kids idc how old the actors are the characters are minors don’t be gross ty)

In order- Dustin, Lucas, Will, Mike, Eleven, and Max

Dustin

He would either say no or hold on the first time so he could ask Steve for advice before saying yes

At first he would follow everything Steve said to the point where it’d be a little awkward because it seems too methodical, but eventually, his natural fluffiest would take over

Would end up admitting everything because he feels guilty for some reason

“Dustin, are you ok?” “Yeah,” “Are you su-” “Ok no! You beat it out of me! I asked Steve for advice and I’m using it wrong and it’s weird-”

After that blows over he’d get cozy and start talking about all the stuff he’s working on

However if you moved even at all it would throw him off completely and he’d have to start over

“The circuits on that one actually didn’t-” *you move* “??” “You can keep talking” “Ok um, ???”

He’ll get tired from talking and fall asleep mid-sentence like no slow down or anything he’ll just stop and suddenly he’s sleeping

He sleeps like a rock too so good luck waking him up

10/10, comfortable and you get to hear about his science project (you might get stapled to a couch tho)

Lucas

A little weirded out but he says yes because he feels a little honored that you asked him

Pats his lap like a mom before giving you a big hug

He will do everything in his power to make you comfortable because ironically one of his biggest fears is making people uncomfortable around him

He’ll get irrationally happy and will probably start saying some really sappy things regardless of what you’re saying

“Yeah, that’s the first time I ever had a milkshake” “Milkshakes are great, this is great”

“Then I found a moth” “Moths are so fun, this is so fun”

Might make a few jabs at you but in a joking way, but he’ll apologize anyway just in case you overthink it

“Yeah but you’re annoying :)” “Oh lol” “It was a joke, I’m kidding, I’m sO SORRY!”

Not in a weird way but he’s very warm

If you start talking he has a strange way of getting you to open up about things out of the blue and since he’s really supportive it all works out

“Yeah that hurt me a lot” “Well it seems you’re working through it, and I’m proud of you for that”

It’s very sweet

10/10, he’s warm and happy, a win win situation

Will

Like Lucas, he’s excited that you asked him but so much so that he’ll ask you to repeat yourself

tried to hide his excitement so he doesn’t come off as weird

Will pretty much move however you do so he doesn't ‘do something wrong’ as he’d say

Nervous x100

Assumes every movement you make is because you’re uncomfortable but tells himself to ignore it

You’ll probably have to verbally reassure him for him to finally calm down

If he ever does get comfortable he’ll probably still be hesitant to talk about things so you’d probably have to ask questions to get him to talk

“Yeah it was fun, but yeah why don’t you tell me about your campaign” “Oh! Uh, ok!”

His eyes would light up and like Johnathan, he’d slowly hug you tighter without thinking as he goes on

You end up having a sweet time he isn’t fidgety anymore

He might get teary if he gets a little too happy because he does that

He gets really touchy when he’s happy and therefore more cuddly so that’s good

After he starts talking however he will not stop talking and next thing you know you’ve been there for over two hours listening to him talk

10/10, once he get over being nervous he’s very enjoyable

Mike

He would be really weirded out by you asking but he would end up saying yes but the interaction would be really awkward

“Mike, do you wanna cuddle with me?” “What? Why are you asking me?” “Idk I just wanted to” “That's weird, but ok”

Too edgy 4 you

It would be beyond awkward at the start because it would seem like he genuinely did not want to be there but then you’d realize how he actually feels once you ask

“Do you want me to go?” “We’re already here and you’ve already taken my time.” “It’s really ok we can stop.” “It’s fine!” “Mike, really I’ll just move.” “No, we’re comfortable so just stay! I’m having fun, is that what you wanted me to say?”

Will feel embarrassed for admitting he actually enjoys something

After he gets over it he actually gets really cuddly

If he gets really comfortable with you he’ll probably start just talking without thinking about it

Will probably end up with like his arms and legs wrapped around you because he’s unaware of his movements when he gets invested in what he’s saying

His love language is touch but he’d never admit it so it only happens when he’s not thinking

He’d probably end up being really touchy (not in a weird way) with you after the fact, but would not acknowledge it

Very awkward at first but by the end of it he’s lovely, 10/10

Eleven

You would have to somewhat explain to her what you mean but after you did she would say yes without thinking but of it

Not because she doesn’t know what cuddling is she just didn’t really associate the word with it

She’d wait for you to make the first move and when she does move it’d be weirdly methodical

It would definitely feel like the awkward hug you give someone who’s crying because you don’t really know how to comfort them properly

She also wouldn’t move much at first

After a bit, you’d have to let her know that she can be comfortable

“El, you know you don’t have to stay still, you can get comfortable.” “Oh.” “…” “Ok:)”

She will take ‘comfortable’ and run with it

Somehow she will end up upside down and she’ll be giggling the whole time for no reason

Every five minutes she’ll have to move because she can’t get truly comfortable

Will stay latched onto you the whole time

If she gets really comfortable with you whenever her mind drifts off she’ll start asking you random questions, but not to be funny but because she’s genuinely curious about the answers

You wouldn’t able to tell by the way she’d smiling up at you awaiting an answer as if she somehow assumes you’re gonna answer wrong

She’s very adorable about it

10/10, very comfortable with lots of smiling

Max

Her response would be really lackluster, like she’d probably respond with, “yeah sure” after a small pause to think it over

Would probably just pay her head on your shoulder and somehow make you afraid to move

She would of course sense this and start a conversation to make it all less awkward

It would still be a little off until she smiles and starts feeling more comfortable where she is

Would probably up sort of laying on you because she uses her hands a lot to talk but she doesn’t want to turned away from you

Mainly because whenever she talks she likes to look at people's faces to see whether they’re still interested, but now also to see if you’re still comfortable

She’d say something really weird at one point and you both would start laughing

“That’s the same day I learned trimming fingernails is weirdly therapeutic” “…” “…” “BAHAHAHAHAHA”

After a bit she’d probably get really tired because I feel like she get tired super fast, and will start to doze off

If she’s not super comfortable she might try to move a bit so she doesn’t fall asleep on you but if she was she just falls asleep against your shoulder

10/10, itd take a bit for her to get used to you but after that you’d both have the funnest time

Tysm for reading I hope you all enjoy this one as much as the last one if not more :D My next few posts will hopefully include a oneshot because I have a few fanfic ideas I just have to stop being lazy and actually write them 😅 anyways that’s all from me

Have a nice day and night !! 💐

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[sunshinelore]

breaking down Taylors cover of riptide because I’m sooooo bored

While we know this cover is extremely gay, I’m obsessed with the attention to detail with the lyrics and way they relate so strongly to Taylor’s situation.

First verse:

I was scared of dentists and the dark

I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations

Oh, all my friends are turning green

You're the magician's assistant in their dream

Not much in the first 3 lines, just gayness because Taylors singing it and refused to change the pronouns/subjects even though it’s “from a girl’s pov”

Except that last line, you’re the magicians assistant in their dream

Sounds like…..

Not saying Taylor was exactly referencing the cover when she wrote so it goes, just thought it was a fun relation!

Chorus

Lady, running down to the riptide

Taken away to the dark side

I wanna be your left-hand man

I love you when you're singing that song

And I got a lump in my throat

'Cause you're gonna sing the words wrong

Again, taylor not changing pronouns. I see you girl

I love the last 3 lines because they’re just so fitting. Taylor being a singer, and Karlie not being one is just so cute, and imagine taylor admiring karlie while she messing up the lyrics and justajsjdjd my babies

I saw Someone point out on Twitter (I’m sorry i forget the name let me know if it’s you!!!) but this could be a nod at Taylor using he/him pronouns when they’re about a woman, and Karlie replacing the he/hims with she/hers, therefore singing the words “wrong”

There's this movie that I think you'll like

This guy decides to quit his job and heads to New York City

This cowboy's running from himself

And she's been living on the highest shelf

THIS IS MY FAVORITE PART!!!

It’s SO fitting with Taylors life and the era she was in at the time she sang this let me get into it!

This guy= again, I love when she refers to herself as a man. It’s just so fitting

Quit his job= when she switched from country to full pop with 1989. Even though red was a bit more pop-y, it still has many country elements and her “accent” (😂🙄) comes out in it several times. She completely changed in 1989 to complete pop

Head to New York City= do I need to explain? WTNY!! 🏙️

This cowboys running from himself= Taylor trying to run from her queerness, from her true self. A theme we see very often in her music. Also…

Again, not saying this is a direct reference. Just a fun find!

I just wanna, I just wanna know

If you’re gonna, if you’re gonna stay

I just gotta, I just gotta know

I can’t have it, I can’t have it any other way

It’s giving very much the anxious repetition in delicate of ‘isn’t it?’ x100

I swear she’s destined for the screen

Closest thing to Michele Pfeifer that you’ve ever seen

I swear she’s destined for the screen…

We’ve all seen it

And ALSO!!!

KARLIE SMILE 😊😊😊☀️☀️☀️

anyway that’s it I love them so much and thank you for reading

#gaylor #lesbian #sapphic #gaylor swift #lgbetty #kaylor #karlie kloss #taylor swift #the eras tour #swifties #swiftie #lgbtq #lgbtq community #1989 taylor's version #1989 taylor swift #ts 1989 #reputation taylor swift #reputation taylor’s version #reputation tv #reputation tour #lover taylor swift #lover fest #lover ts #folklore taylor swift #folklore ts #evermore the album #evermore #evermore taylor swift #evermore ts #folkmore

[romantichomicide95]

Headcanons for snk men with a crush that doesn’t like kissing? She will show them affection in every other form except kissing. Would that upset them?

Sorry this took so long! x

AOT MEN HEADCANONS: Crush that doesn’t like kissing.

Levi

Levi doesn’t really like showing affection period.

I think he’d enjoy kissing in private time so if his crush didn’t like kissing that wouldn’t bother him.

If you never wanted to kiss ever it might also make him insecure since he doesn’t have a ton of experience with women. He might think he was a bad kisser.

Other forms of affection he’s not really into. Hand holding, hugging, cuddling etc so he might not want to date someone who’s only form of affection was that.

PDA is a no-go with Levi so he wouldn’t want any of that in front of people.

If you communicated with him that she just wasn’t into kissing I think everything would be fine. He would probably appreciate that you were not trying to kiss him all the time in public as well, but it would be harder for him to show you affection.

Eren

Eren wouldn’t care that much. He also loves kissing but his focuses aren’t on that all the time.

He is so distracted with everything else going on in his life he probably wouldn’t even notice she wasn’t all over him.

But if you did like other forms of affection he would be into that in private. He would definitely be a cuddly person behind close doors. He would want someone that just wants to cuddle up and lay on his chest after a long day.

He would however want to be kissing and wouldn’t understand why you weren’t into it.

It would upset him if he never got to kiss the person he likes/love. He would think it was him and get in his head about it. He might even start to get mopey about it.

He wouldn’t tell you why he was upset or mopey he would instead shut you out. So you would have to communicate your reasoning with him.

Armin

Armin would be extremely insecure if you didn’t want to kiss him.

He would blame himself and think there was something extremely wrong with him. He would think he sucks at kissing or has bad breathe and would start to overthink x100.

He would be to nervous to bring it up so he wouldn’t say anything but he would be upset.

He would start to think you weren’t into him or didn’t like him at all. That would make him even quieter around you.

He would just be a ball of insecurity/anxiety.

Jean

Jean wants someone who is constantly all over him. It would bruise his ego if you weren’t.

He would definitely be upset with someone who didn’t want to kiss him at all.

He really enjoys PDA and any affection he can get, especially because he wants to show you/your relationship off. Kissing would be almost a requirement.

If you told him you didn’t want to kiss him, or anyone, because you didn’t like to kiss he would take that as an insult.

Erwin

Erwin wouldn’t mind at all if a girl wasn’t into kissing and he certainly wouldn’t be upset about it.

He would do whatever it took to make you comfortable and your relationship work. If that meant no kissing that he would be fine with that.

He would enjoy other forms of affection but they wouldn’t be a requirement.

He is more of a private person when it comes to his personal life so keeping things at a minimum is how he would want it.

Cuddling at the end of the day, holding hands on days off, those are things he would like and he would be just as happy with that.

This one was a little hard for me, I almost didn’t do it but I figured I’d try for you anon. I’m sorry if it’s not the best Headcanons!

#aot #snk headcanons #aot headcanons #levi Ackerman #eren yaeger #erwin smith #jean kirschtien #armin Adler #levi x reader #eren x reader #jean x reader #armin x reader #erwin x reader #attack on titan #aot fandom

[munsster]

Hi again! I have this idea for a Walter Keys (x fem!reader) fic where Keys buys the reader a puppy for her birthday and he has to go and get this puppy and all its toys and then hide it before she gets home from work. I can just imagine Keys running around his apartment chasing a little chocolate Labrador puppy or something and then the reader gets home and he surprises her with it but it's just CHAOS.

of course, you don't have to write it, but I thought it was a cute idea!

keys surprising you with a dog

A/N: THIS IS SO CUTE IM BLUBBERING LIKE A LITTLE BABY OVER IT (also i did it in headcanon format bc it felt right) SORRY I FORGOT ABOUT THE BIRTHDAY PART but it can still b read that way!!

Warnings: just fluff, cursing, a kiss, pure chaos and i love it

he definitely felt like you were dropping hints and you were NOT subtle about it

“omg look at that perfect little puppy” + *bombards his messages with pics of little doggies* + “DOG!” x100 + “don’t you just love dogs?”

but he’s pretty sure you don’t know that he knows that you know what you’re doing

tldr; he’s getting you a dog

he’s spent WEEKS scrolling thru adoption ads online and scouring shelters for the bestest boy and then

looking for a loving home: misha! chocolate lab, 7 month old, friendly/affectionate/playful, vaccines up-to-date

with the sweetest little face and a picture of him playing catch

like COME ON

you know keys immediately called the number and sped on over to the address they sent for this pup

misha sat in the passenger’s seat the whole way home, and keys quickly found out he likes the spice girls

they’re already best friends and it was only a four hour drive

……. he’s committed

only he didn’t consider: food, bowls, a bed, toys, leash, etc.

so the journey is back on, and you’re off work soon

lets misha trot around the store picking out his favorite toys (chooses the loudest, most squeaky ones and is grinning like a bastard the entire time)

picks out a matching collar + leash and a fluffy bed and like 100 pounds of dog food

needless to say, he may or may not have spent almost $1000 that day

no matter ‘cause the look on your face is gonna be priceless, he can already tell

then he lets misha off his leash and into the apartment

and he’s off

sprinting into the bedroom and out again, barking at nothing, bouncing off the walls, he’s got the ZOOMIES for sure

and keys is just standing in the front doorway, leash in hand like……. what have i done

apartment: trashed

so now he’s chasing after the ball of energy, picking up knocked over books and a lamp and trying to get the shoe out of his mouth when he hears

“… i’m home”

all while he’s crouched by the arm of the couch, eyes wide, and turned over his shoulder to smile at you

“surprise?”

and the dog comes SPRINTING out of nowhere, completely mowing him over, flattening him on the carpet

and keys just groans because he can hear you laughing while the dog laps at his face

you set your stuff down and kick the door closed and are DOUBLED over looking at this fully grown man with a dog wiggling around on top of him and nearly suffocating him

and you’re just kneeling down next to them and scratching the dog’s head while keys is playing dead and you’re like

“who’s this little guy?” “the devil” “awww, such a good boy, what’s your name, bub?” “it’s misha. and he’s insane” “hi, misha!!”

and the puppy hops into your lap and you have to hold him back from climbing you like a tree

he’s such a sweetie, and keys is still recovering

then misha sits down in your lap and is panting and nudging your hand until you pet him more 🥺🥺

“so who are we dogsitting for?”

“we’re not”

and you just laugh and shake your head while keys wipes the slobber off his face and sits up

“ha ha very funny. who?”

but keys just stares at you with that little stupid smirk and you look up from the dog and your face go so serious

keys is scared

“he’s ours?” “mhm”

and you just hug the little puppy and are literally on the verge of tears and grabbing keys by the back of his neck to give him a big kiss

and misha starts barking up at the two of you

and you pull away laughing with keys holding your hand

“he’s ours”

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[nation-wide-is-bi-your-side]

this was such an incredible episode oh my god. sorry for shitty formatting am on mobile

- jamie running while tied to roy’s bike in the opening

- jack giving the signed dickens first edition to keeley with the message to make her laugh

- “right?” “YES CHEF”

- sam wanting the restaurant to be absolutely perfect for his dad!!!

- more focus on sam this episode in general. i missed him in sunflowers!!

- beard’s total football powerpoint presentation

- trent’s funny little skeleton shirt :)

- “I WAS ROBBED!” jamie i would die for you

- “ITS MY MOTHER PROUDLY DISPLAYING HER VIBRATOR ON THE BEDSIDE TABLE!!!”

- barbra are you okay??

- keeley “oh we’re just good friends!!!” jones

- “how do you tell if a girl likes you or is just being nice?” “you can’t” x100

- “well marriage is a big commitment you know” “no im talking about pegging”

- the entire Pegging Conversation

- baz stating that his brother is a male whore

- “but luckily i’m in a good mood (: so you’ve only gotta do that for tHE WHOLE FUCKING PRACTICE!!!!”

- despite being in the background roy was an absolute gem this episode

- keeley being so awkward with jack

- jack declaring their relationship to the office

- barbra’s “no that’s enough dan, thank you”slay

- rebecca and keeley talking about mr amsterdam and jack

- “gezellig 🥰 but yeah i would have liked to have seen his penis”

- the comparisons between jack and rupert are making me nervous

- rebecca doesn’t want keeley to get hurt the same way she did 😭

- nate made his niece’s vision happen 🥺

- his rejection monologue

- brenda barot that evil woman

- sam was so polite in his call out but that bitch was awful to him

- nate’s awkwardness with jade

- “i like to eat my breakfast without chewing”

- beard and will switching places

- WILL’S PAPER BEARD

- poor leslie in this episode for nothing but burns

- tedtrent content

- lasso my man cool it with the heart eyes

- the hostess wondering where nate is

- THE DICK STRING????

- baz just wanted to be joined with his homies by the penis 😔

- ROY’S EVIL LITTLE GIGGLE

- HIS FACIAL EXPRESSION WHEN THEY THOUGHT JAMIE HURT HIS DICK

- his disappointment when jamie’s penis was okay

- GET THAT RACIST BITCH’S ASS SAM

- nate was so proud of his craft project! and it was adorable! and then he tripped and dropped it and it got run over!

- the fact that nate didn’t run away and still asked jade out despite making a fool out of himself in public says A LOT about his growth this season

- jade saying yes with no hesitation! and nate was so happy!

- the restaurant being destroyed fucking gutted me. sam’s devestation and sisi’s quiet anger. god.

- return of the Gay Mug™️

- “next time we do this drill, we tie multiple guys’ dicks to one guy’s dick”

- ted looking at trent like he’s the single most important person in the world. tedtrents we are FEASTING this episode

- toheeb jimoh fucking blew me away this episode. the way he portrayed sam’s rage and heartbreak and frustration was incredible.

- sam’s dad being so open and warm and kind and loving in a show largely about shitty fathers. sam breaking down in his arms and ola just holding him. can this man adopt me please?

- “you do it for yourself.”

- “don’t fight back. fight forward.”

- the awkwardness between ola and rebecca cause sam told him about sleeping with her. tension so thick you could cut it with a mf butter knife

- the bar trio having full trust in ted and the team

- “since i was a straight fella” yeah okay mr ted “heart eyes for trent independent” lasso

- mustache lore

- “ass-squatch.” “you’re on fire :)” “make it stop” the AGONY in roy’s eyes

- return of the middle finger! trent rubbing his face as he flips jamie off lmao

- ur so right jamie let me kiss you on the mouth as a treat

- “but for the first time in weeks, the greyhounds are showing signs of life!”

- TRENT’S ENTIRE TOTAL FOOTBALL MONOLOGUE. sweaty, out of breath, hair a disaster, babbling intelligently about how it’s going to work.

- “doesn’t even matter what number four is (awkward arm gesture)”

- “what a fucking dork” “yeah. but he’s our dork <3”

- NATES DATE!!! ADORABLE!

- THE TEAM WORKING TOGETHER TO FIX THE RESTAURANT i could kind of see it coming but STILL! THEY LOVE AND SUPPORT SAM SO MUCH!! AND SAM DESERVES ALL OF IT!!!

- “well, we all just asked ourselves “what does the situation need?”” “and we thought your situation needed us :)”

- ola was so touched that sam named the restaurant after him <3

- the episode ending with sam, ola, and simi dancing around and cooking while the himbos have a blast in the dining room. chefs kiss. perfect episode start to finish

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #tedtrent #tedependent

[ithinkabouttzu]

Hello! I love your BoB headcanon so much I cant NDDNFNDNDNDN

I would like to do a BoB romantic ship request if you’re still up for those ! Please take your time, I have a bunch of stuff down so it could be pretty hard to get through <33

My pronouns are she/her. I have straight, dark black hair that grows a little over my shoulder and dark brown eyes that only shines under really bright light.

I’m an INFP 9w1– initially when talking to new people I’ll usually express curiosity and be soft-spoken to the extreme level cuz I sorta have social anxiety, it’s been getting more manageable but I’ve been moving around a lot so…

I pretty much have a (chaotic) golden retriever energy and am really fond of joking around once I get to know someone. My sense of humour is beyond repair: a mix of dad jokes and bad puns.

The jokes aside, I’m pretty affectionate after getting to know someone and will actively let them rant to me whenever. I also geek about things I’m interested in every now and then.

If someone is able to put up with my weird I’m also really supportive + try my best to help them in any ways I can, since I enjoy helping people.

Sometimes I get closed off after getting to know someone mainly because I have a lot of self-doubt and scared of hurting them and myself in the process? It’s a weird thing. Mostly because I keep moving and have never really settled for a while.

My love language are words of affirmation and physical touch mainly, the lateral only reserved for people whom I’m really close to. It takes a while to get close to me but once I love you I am an absolute mess, completely smitten. I’m a lot more soft and jokes are less chaotic. Cuddles and hugs r a must !!

If someone comes up to me and asks me out I’d cease to function tbh. My autopilot response is “oh sure!” no matter who it is. If it’s someone I have a crush on (usually someone I’ve known for a bit) I’d probably be stunned for a really long time lmao… like “are you sure?? Like a romantic thing frfr. Like uhhhh-” Fumbling with words x100

My hobbies are drawing, watching films, and listening to relaxing music! I also do funky voices and accents for fun when I’m doing the dishes to make it less tedious.

My favourite season is probably autumn or spring. I’m bilingual and am learning French, German, and Japanese fundamentals.

Thank you for your patience! I sorry that this is so long I kinda popped off 😭

Thank you for your request lovely! <33

I ship you with…

Shifty Powers!

song recommendation: The Way You Look Tonight - Frank Sinatra

- okay let me start off by saying how cute you guys would be together like i’m shipping it so hard

- He would be so enamored by your beauty at first glance, like you make him so so nervous LOL, but he could literally stare at you for hours if he wanted too

- You guys would be that couple that balances each other out so well, like you have this fun, chaotic (in a good way) energy, and he’s more calm and relaxed

- but he still totally supports your chaotic-ness and will 100% laugh at all of your jokes

- At first, your guys’ relationship would be a bit slow, not because you guys don’t like each other or anything, but because both of you are lowkey crushing hard on the other and y’all’s social anxiety gets the best of y’all

- both of you are so nervous around each other at first and its so cute omg, like all of your, and his friends, would try to get one or the other to go talk with the other person and it’s adorable

- but once you guys warm up to each other, you guys could talk to each other for hours, it’s more like you’re the one talking and he’s the one listening but either way both of you enjoy talking to one another

- I think he’d be the one to ask you out, after severe convincing from the guys (not because he didn’t want to, but because he was NERVOUS) he would plan it for a while, maybe get some roses and your favorite chocolates before asking you out

- He would wait until the time is right before asking the question, it would be something like, “If you wanna, would you maybe want to go out for dinner sometime, only if you’d like, of course” He would be so sweet and gentle about the whole thing

- The relationship between y’all is unmatched, like you guys can talk to each other about just about anything, he’s more of the calmer version of you but he’s always down for some fun!

- If you started to get closed off with him, he’d worry and think that you lost feelings, or that he did something wrong, he would ask you after a couple days of ignoring him, and you would finally tell him how you feel and your worries in the relationship, he would be so reassuring to you that he would never hurt or break your heart, and that he would always be there for you

- ugh and both of y’all are so cute and affectionate with one another, like always cuddling and hugging, Shifty never fails to remind you how much he loves you, whether it’s actually saying it, or showing it to you in other ways, he really cares about you and your feelings

- Don’t even get me started on how sweet he is with you though, like this man is such a gentleman, every date with him, his hospitality never slims down, he’s always going to open a door for you, hold your hand, walk on the sidewalk closest to the road, use his manners, all of the best qualities a boyfriend can have

- And say when you’re having bad days, he’s so supportive, he will definitely listen to you and validate your feelings 100%, if you ever need someone to talk to he’s the perfect person to go to

- he thinks you’re so funny naturally, like you could say something random that you didn’t even think was funny and he would bust out laughing, he thinks you are the best person to be silly with for sure

- he loves watching films and movies with you, it’s one of the moments where he just gets to cuddle up with you and watch a good movie, both of you can just relax together and that’s what’s so nice about it

- and during autumn time Shifty will make SURE to take you to the Appalachians to see all of the pretty fall colors there

- honestly, he really enjoys watching you draw, like he thinks there’s something so therapeutic about it to just watch you express yourself onto a piece of paper, ik that sounds a bit deep but he just thinks of it that way

- if you are practicing any of your languages, please teach him some of it too! He would honestly be so curious towards it and might even be down to learn a few words!

- you guys are always helpful towards each other and will always be there if the other one needs it, communication is always a key in your guys relationship and telling each other what’s wrong or what they can do to help is always helpful!

- but overall, you guys would be so good for each other, you guys would be bestfriends, and lovers at the same time, the dynamic between you two would be absolutely golden and I think it would workout so well together.

Thank you again for your request! Hope you enjoy! :) 💛💖

#ithinkabouttzu #band of brothers #band of brothers ships #shifty powers

[freelancearsonist]

Moonboys and sexy times with a transmasc partner?

OOOOO ok so i have to preface this by saying i’m afab and identify as such so sorry if i misrepresent at all 🥺 but thank you so much for sending this ask i love more inclusive asks like this 🥺🫶

ok so i think steven probably hasnt explored his sexuality that much 🥺 like he knows that he’s attracted to men and women but you’re the first boy he’s actually been with. but that being said he is the most SUPPORTIVE boyfriend ever 🥺 no matter what you decide in terms of gender surgery, he’s got your back 100% of the way and he’s really so incredible. 

in bed, he definitely loves using toys, especially if you get a strap on? god he takes it like he’s made for it 😩

marc’s had a boyfriend or two before but he’s never been as protective over anyone as he is of you 🥺 not that you need it but he just adores you so much that he takes it personally if someone misgenders you or says anything transphobic/just generally rude. you’ve had to stop him from getting into more than one fight 😂

he really likes when you take control in the bedroom. he’s used to partners that want him to be in control and while he really does like that, switching it up is a nice change of pace. he probably accidentally calls you daddy at one point and then suddenly he’s in full bottom mode 🥴

jake is honestly very similar to marc in that he’ll definitely get in fights for you. jake is protective x100 so it’s a bit harder to get him to back down but you just need to rub his shoulder and call him baby and suddenly hes eating out of the palm of your hand 😩

he definitely loves pda just to piss off homophobes 😌 he’ll kiss you deep if someone scoffs at you holding hands in public and you have to stop him from dragging you into his lap and letting him take you right in front of them

sinful sunday

#clarke answers #sinful sunday #steven grant x reader #steven grant headcanon #marc spector x reader #marc spector headcanon #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley headcanon #moon knight x reader #moon knight headcanon

[thestarlitnights]

STAR’S SEMI-COHERENT THOUGHTS OF SEMI 2 +WTF PEPPA PIG????

1) denmark - i think my earlier post sums it up. i don’t think a pastel pop staging can salvage the vocals, i’m sorry... i wouldn’t be surprised if denmark NQs. i do enjoy it on spotify but ah well... 2) armenia - BE GOOD DO LOOK GOOD!!! future lover should be an anthem for romantics. the fact that the lyrics are taken from tumblr quotes makes it x100 better 3) romania - i do enjoy it, he did his best with what he got (i heard about tvr or smthn leaving him to dry... thats such a shame) and i think a good portion of the fandom enjoys dgt too. whether he qualifies or not, i hope he has a great time 4) estonia - BRIIIIIIIDGES!!! the staging was so pleasing and the self-playing piano is iconic. i wouldn’t mind if alika qualifies now 5) belgium - WOOOOOOO that was such a fun bop to spice up semi 2. he and his crew have such nice vibes. truly did it for the girls and gays. 6) cyprus - i bet andrew ate CDs 3 square meals a day leading up to eurovision. he delivered amazing vocals tonight, and performing barefoot? i hope the stage was clean enough LSNDKJDNF 7) iceland - nice song, amazing backgrounds, staging kinda empty... dilja throwing herself down while singing was a little funny, but she also delivered vocals tonight 8) greece - i hope victor has had fun in his eurovision experience. i think his song is a little meh so it’s not really my thing, but if people live then thats very valid. 9) poland - bejba. thats it 10) slovenia - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHSGAJSJAAJAAAAA i hope the lads qualify because they have been one of the rays of sunshine in this weaker semi. i well and truly lived for those 3 golden minutes. CARPE DIEM BITCHES 11) georgia - thing is known, iru will qualify this year. did an AI write the lyrics or something tho, i’m curious. 12) san marino - cool guys, cool song, questionable lyrics. i don’t think they’ll qualify this year unfortunately 13) austria - POE POE POE POE POE!!! i need teya and salena to qualify after halo’s robbery last year (i know the vocals weren’t great tho) 14) albania - the familial love is seeping through and they all looked like they were having so much fun! if they qualify, i think the balkans are planning to counter fenno-scandinavia (JOKE JOKE JOKE PLEASE DON’T KILL ME) 15) lithuania - ciuto tuto all the way through. i can see why its catchy! i did enjoy it, and i do think it has a good chance to qualify. 16) australia - PROMISE ME THEY’LL QUALIFY TONIGHT. OHHHH OHHHHH OHHHH OHHHHOHOHHHHHHH. PROMISE ME THEY’LL QUALIFY TONIGHT

#esc 2023 #eurovision #yeah semi 2 is very weak but it has been salvaged in some parts #its been very good though #semi 1 got the stronger reaction out of me