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taintandviolent · 1 year ago

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Ride ; Jimmy Darling x Reader

summary: 7k words. Jimmy tries to get you and your friend to ride the carousel, but she swoops in with the cock block of the century. Jimmy takes it real hard, but maybe... maybe you can change that by the end of the night. aka: a little angst, a little fluff, and a whole lotta smut that centers around a carousel. w a r n i n g s: female reader, female receiving, angst, mild fluff, kinda slow burn, fingering, unprotected sex, public sex, rough sex. a/n: I have a problem... I've always wondered what it would be like to fool around on a carousel, and who better to explore that idea with than Jimmy Darling??? be fr. he's the one who would do it. comments are appreciated! full fic & taglist under cut!↓ / ao3 link here! / ♪ recommended playlist here! ♪

It was a beautiful day, really. The sun was out, the sky held big, white clouds as fluffy as the cotton candy in your hand, and by grace of whatever God, the bugs had decided to stay away. The fabric of the tents fluttered, making snapping sounds every time the breeze caught it.

Your bag swung at your side as you two walked through the field, passing the main tent. You’d wanted to see the Freak Show, but Debbie resisted, claiming that it wasn’t “good for us to see God’s mistakes” which you thought was a horrible and cruel thing to say, especially since you’d been teased in school for being so flexible. Some people’s bodies were just… different.

“I wonder how some of them eat.” Debbie sneered, bringing wretched images to mind. Although you hadn’t paid for the Freak Show, the posters of all the… talent… told you enough. Debbie expected a response, but you said nothing, feeling like the way you ate cotton candy was a privilege. You knew it was, and knew not to take it for granted.

“Carousel rides!”

You snapped your head to the left, searching for the source.

The man standing on a wooden crate outside of the operator booth proudly shouted the words over and over again. Children tugged on their mother’s dresses, pointing. Many of them were towed away with a frown, but a special few were treated, their mothers pulling change from their handbags as they approached him. For the most part though, throngs of people passed him, ignoring him. They’d come for the Freak Show, and didn’t want something as normal as a carousel. He’d grabbed your attention with his boisterous voice, and as soon as you two made eye contact, he took that as willing prey. Sure, you understood why; two girls, all by themselves enjoying a casual day at the Freak Show… “Just a nickel for the ride of your life!”

“Ladies!” He stepped down off the box, making a beeline for you. Your friend immediately stiffened and started tugging you away, but you stood fast. He was handsome enough - you’d at least give him the time of day to do his little pitch. With an annoyed huff, Debbie crossed her arms across her chest, rolling her eyes skyward.

“Care for a ride on the carousel? Let the pretty horses carry you for a few minutes, huh?” He crooned.

Debbie laughed haughtily, shaking her head. You pinched off another piece of cotton candy before laying it carefully on your tongue. As the sticky sugar dissolved, you kept your eyes on the man, smiling a coy, come-hither smile. Finally, you swallowed and spoke again. “I used all my money on the Ferris Wheel. You’re awful cute though.”

He grinned boyishly, leaning closer to you. He reached forward, carefully curling his fused fingers in, so as not to scare you as they neared your face. To him, hiding his fingers was a force of habit. You seemed like you might not have cared… but the risk was too great. With a soft, warm smile, the Lobster boy dragged his thumb across the corner of your mouth, removing a small fluff of cotton candy from the corner.

“Y’think so?”

You nodded, your soft curls bouncing with the motion.

“Well, in that case, baby, it’s free of charge for pretty girls.”

“Oh, I doubt that’s true.” You cooed, leaning forward towards him. Surely that would get him in trouble with the big boss later. He glanced at your lips briefly before answering, and that sent a wave of undulating heat through your core. You couldn’t help but feel special at the mention of ‘baby’ even though you were certain that he called at least fifty girls a day the same thing and more. Despite all his lavish flirting, Debbie remained unmoved. In fact, a nasty scowl had developed on her once standardly pretty features.

“C’mon, you can’t tell me you’re gonna turn down a free ride on a carousel now, are ya?”

Debbie yanked your arm again, pursing her lips. “She sure is - get lost, freak.”

Immediately, his debonair expression morphed into something much less friendly. Under a furrowed brow, his dark eyes narrowed into slits, darkening his once-amorous gaze. His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring with anger. As you were towed away, you tried to throw him an apologetic frown, but he’d already turned away to kick the wooden crate he’d been standing on far into the field.

Eve was making her rounds, checking in on everyone as she usually did. For not having any children herself, she had one hell of a maternal streak in her. Her and Ethel both looked after the troupe like they were their own, and that meant making sure that everyone was holding up throughout the day before they had to be corralled for the show. Jimmy had been assigned carousel duty that day, a position he usually shone in. His chipper attitude and undeniable charm brought the crowds, but when she walked up on the carousel, she could tell that Jimmy’s mood had soured. Over what, God knows, but she intended to find out.

A soft hand came down on Jimmy’s shoulder. “What’s going on, sweetheart? What’s that face for?”

“It just ain’t right, Eve. These gals, they’re so pretty… and they’re full of coyote piss. Worst manners I’ve ever seen.”

“I know, but you can’t let ‘em get to you. You know they’re gonna’ say something, sweetheart. It’s the same in every city, Jimmy… there’s always at least two that have nothing nicer to say. Like your mama’ always tells you, it says more about them than it does you.”

Jimmy knew she was right. He knew every single word that ever came out of her cherry-coloured lips was always right. Strong and wise — that was Eve. So why had those two particular girls gotten under his skin so much? He knew why. Underneath all the bitterness, he knew it was because you had been the prettiest girl he’d seen in this city — maybe in a few cities — and that made the cruelty cut a little deeper. Sure, your friend had been the one to make the comment, but you hadn’t taken him up on his offer and you sure as hell hadn’t stopped her — which had to mean that somewhere, deep down, you agreed with her.

Antsy, Jimmy rubbed the back of his neck before craning it to look up at Eve. He offered her an appreciative smile, assuring her that he’d be fine in a few, just needed a bit to cool off. So far, she wasn’t buying it.

“It’s ‘cause she was pretty, wasn’t it? You always get so hung up on the pretty ones.”

That was another thing — nothing got past her.

Your breaths rushed out in tired pants as you ran through the field, clutching your purse to your side. You’d ditched the cotton candy in a bin so you could run freely. Arguably, telling Debbie that she needed to get head on straight might not have been one of the best decisions you’d made this summer. Debbie was your ride home, and that had hammered in that you’d have to walk to the nearest store and ask to use their phone if you wanted to make it home that night. What she’d done just didn’t sit right with you… and you were going to make it right. Besides that, if the rose-tinted fantasy you’d created in your head went as planned, you might have one of the best nights of your life.

You were completely out of breath by the time you got to the carousel, but he was still there, holding the gate open for a group of teenagers as they scurried out like little mice. A very tall woman stood next to him, hands on her hips. She turned to you first, and quirked a single brow.

“Hi,” you breathed. “I wanted to ride the carousel. And um, talk to him.” You jabbed your finger through the air, pointing at the Lobster Boy.

“Well, I don’t know about our boy Jimmy, but the carousel is a nickel, honey.”

You stared for a moment, processing what she’d said. You stuck your hand in your purse, fishing hurriedly around, praying to God that a stray nickel would be nestled in the crevices. After breathily apologising several times in the awkward silence, you finally produced a silver coin, holding it out in your hand, proudly. Before the tall lady could take it, two conjoined digits laid atop your palm, pushing it downwards.

“Carousel’s closed. Lunch break.”

Now or never. “No, wait… please. Listen, I’m sorry about my friend. She… can be such a—”

“Oh, you mean callin’ me a freak?” He asked.

You recoiled, the bite in his words was harsher than you’d prepped yourself for. You swallowed, and straightened up, mustering up the courage to continue.

“Look, Mr. Darling, I really —”

“Oh, we care about names now, huh?”

He was really bent out of shape over this. You took a deep breath, pressing on. “I really did think you’re cute, and I would’ve ridden the carousel right then. I’m sorry that my friend said what she said. She had no right and I don’t have any right coming back here, but… I just… I had to apologise.”

He seemed to consider your words. You thought you saw a flicker of something in those deep, black coffee eyes of his but his expression remained stony, his arms stayed tight across his chest. The woman next to him shifted, nudging him slightly. You cleared your throat, trying to find the confidence to continue presenting your case, but the nerves took hold. The two of them remained impassive, unwilling to see past your friend’s heinous attitude, and you could hardly blame them.

With a small, courteous bow, you turned harshly, cutting yourself off. Any words that came from your mouth were going to be downright foolish, so you marched away from the pair, leaving a frustrated cloud of dust behind you. You thought you heard the woman call back to you, but you ignored her, not wanting any other bruises on your ego.

Thankfully, by the time you’d made it to the outskirts of the main field, Debbie hadn’t left. After some sappy apologies, some agreements that that guy was a jerk, and a promise that you’d buy her soda at the diner, she agreed to stay friends. She thought you were a lunatic for even considering him, especially with those hands he had. You offered to buy her some sweets at the store too, and with a penchant for candy, she agreed and threw the car into drive. It was her father’s car, but she sure didn’t act like it.

The store wasn’t far, but it felt like an eternity with the way she reprimanded you. Worse than your mother would. You rode in silence, sulking — as if it wasn’t bad enough that you’d been shot down out of your pink, cotton candy sky of delusions by Jimmy Darling. You almost opened the door before she’d stopped the car once you two had arrived.

As you stood in the candy aisle, you bounced on your heels. Debbie scoured the rows of jars for her preferred types, you began picked at your nails absentmindedly. It was inevitable that your thoughts drifted back to the red and white striped tents, to the wooden horses with graceful feathers atop their heads, and your mind conjured up the warm, sticky sweet scents of caramel and cotton candy. Jimmy Darling… your expression soured. For all you knew, you’d been blacklisted from ever seeing the show or setting foot on the fairgrounds. Anywhere.

“Alright, let’s go.” She barked, yanking you out of your stupor. Her arms were full of candy. Jeez, is she going to buy the whole store?!

On the way to the diner, you drove, because Debbie was far too invested in her candies to want to drive down the road a few miles. The diner was positioned just near the field, which was a terrific business decision on the owners of the Freak Show. From the vantage point of the tables outside, you could see the Freak Show in all its glory. The Ferris Wheel spun slowly.

From where you sat, you could see the tip of the carousel, and for a brief moment, wondered if he was still there. Was he still calling to people? Had he found another pair of girls, both of them charmed to death by him? Was he guiding them to the horses with a wink? You hung your head, spinning the straw around in your glass, watching sadly as the soda bubbles rushed to the top.

“Well, look who it is.”

Your face fell, the last bit of colour draining from your face. You clocked his voice immediately. That drove a burning stake of embarrassment through your chest, sending you into a flurry of emotion. You turned sharply on the bench to face him. There he was, as handsome as ever, standing next to another man you recognised from the posters, the one who had the fire breathing act. Without thinking, you scowled at both of them.

“Can I help you?” Lips pursed into a tight, angry line. You were hurt more than anything, but you were putting on an extra show for Debbie.

“I sure hope so. I can’t get your face outta’ my head, doll. It keeps —“

“Oh, we’re smitten now?” You mocked the way he spoke to you earlier. Your voice was sharp, biting, and a reflection of the cracks Jimmy had put in your heart. You felt it, he heard it. You were livid. Now he wanted to talk, now he wanted to give you a chance when a few hours ago, all you’d wanted was a chance to apologise, to make wrongs right and he couldn’t give you the time of day.

“Run back to your Freak Show, Jimmy Darling.”

“Only if you’re coming back with me.”

Debbie straightened up, mouthful of jellies. Even she, in her anti-freak state, couldn’t deny the charm the man held. Her eyes darted between the two of you, waiting to see who would fold first.

“Why should I? So you can humiliate me again? Make me apologise only to shuck me off as nothing again?”

“You went and apologised!?” Debbie blared from behind you, her mouth sticky.

“Hush up!”

Jimmy smirked to his friend, who reciprocated the expression, clearly impressed by your sudden fieriness.

“Huh? I asked you a question, Jimmy.”

“Well, see…” he paused, clearing his throat. “I was just upset back there. But my friend here talked me down, and I—“

“Oh, how nice of him. Maybe I should’ve found him and asked him for a ride.” The words were accompanied by a sneer. The man next to Jimmy tucked his hands in the pockets of his jeans and smirked. It was a suave, dangerous smirk and you caught yourself; almost letting your eyes linger a little too long. As he closed the distance between you two, Jimmy cleared his throat again — a nervous habit.

“Listen, doll face…” he muttered.

Debbie was waiting to see who would fold first… and it was going to be you, because when Jimmy Darling sat down next to you on the tiny little bench, and leaned his elbow on the table, your whole body felt like Jell-O. He smiled hopefully, staring into your eyes. Even Debbie stayed quiet then.

“C’mon… whaddya’ say? After the show tonight, say around… nine o’clock?”

If it were possible, you would’ve told him no, but the way your gaze softened would’ve given you away. So, instead of lying to him, you took a deep breath and turned back, making brief, embarrassed eye contact with Debbie before returning your attention to your very interesting soda.

Jimmy waited a few more moments, but finally got up without another word. His friend muttered something you couldn’t hear. You were proud of yourself and how resilient you were acting, because deep down, you wanted to run back to him, clutch him at the collar and beg for his attention again. But you didn’t, and he didn’t come back, just walked off down the dirt road with his friend, laughing and joking. Your only option now was go to see him at nine o’clock.

Somehow, even though she was still sore, you convinced Debbie to see a movie after you finished your sodas, just to pass the time. You’d gone and apologised and made her look bad, so she was mad at you and made that known. As you munched on popcorn, you thought about lecturing her on her choice of words, but ultimately, decided against it — she was rooted in her ways and you in yours. The hours dragged and the movie was no help. You couldn’t even recall the plot as the images flashed before your eyes. Some romantic plot, but you were too busy thinking about your own plot with Jimmy Darling, the Lobster Boy. Too busy swimming in his deep, brown eyes and basking in his bright, poster-boy smile. You’d give it all just to see it again… just to see him look at you the way he had this afternoon.

Eventually, the movie ended and it was just about eight-thirty — enough time to get to the field. Debbie may have been mad, but she still offered to drive. She swore up and down that she wouldn’t pick you up, however. That was alright, you mused. If you had your way, you wouldn’t need a ride home.

About that time, Jimmy leaned against one of the horses. There was a part of him that was screaming that this was a waste of time and there wasn’t a chance in Hell that you were coming. Another part that was more gentle, softer, and more romantic whispered quietly in his ear that something in your eyes earlier today had begged for him to touch you, to hold you close to his chest and nuzzle his lips against your neck. Girls were funny creatures, but boy did he love ‘em. Even through all the tribulations and mood swings, Jimmy was obsessed with those long-legged, bright-eyed, pink-lipped girls. There was just something about them.

Given his unfortunate circumstances, Jimmy didn’t particularly see himself as a Casanova, but the reality of it was that he was every bit of that. In every city their caravans pulled into, Jimmy always found himself a handful of girls who would swoon over him, and another select one that was adventurous enough to be moaning his name by the end of the week. He was doing ‘em a service, giving them a taste of the wild side of loving.

You approached from the opposite side of the meadow, passing quietly by the Ferris Wheel. Everything was abandoned, the circus-goers had long since left, leaving nothing but empty popcorn bags and heavily trodden grass. The main tent was alive with chatter though, full of people. You assumed Jimmy wasn’t in there, and when you craned your neck to look over, you saw a black woollen hat poking over the top of one of the horses.

“I’m here to ride…” you said quietly, approaching from behind.

Jimmy spun around to the direction of your voice, a delighted smile on his face. He was thrilled — over the moon, in fact. In a flurry of excitement, he yanked his hat off his head and threw it to the ground before latching onto one of the twisted golden poles. With a small laugh, he swung himself off the carousel onto the grass, the blades folding underneath his weight. He rushed up to you, like he had earlier in the day, and immediately, his gaze locked onto your lips, glossy with some sort of lipstick that you’d put on just before showing up.

“I didn’t think you’d make it…”

“I don’t think that’s true,” you said. “I think you knew very well that I would.”

“Sure, maybe I did.”

You gazed up into his pitch dark eyes with a smile. For such an inky set of hues, they sure were warm. He looked back down at you, tilting his head slightly. A love drunk, half-lidded look washed over his features and with a breath, you mirrored it. You rose to your tip-toes, biting the corner of your bottom lip.

That was a look of wanting a kiss, and boy was he glad you’d given him the green light on that one. Jimmy placed his hands on your elbows before slowly sliding them up the backs of your arms. Once they reached your shoulders, he pulled you in closer. He lowered his head with a smile, and finally, your lips met in the softest, tenderest kiss you’d ever had in your life. “C’mon,” he said, breaking the kiss as he took your hand. “You came here for a ride, and I’m gonna’ give you one.”

With your smaller hand in his, Jimmy wasted no time in leading you to the carousel. After a little deliberation, you chose the tan horse with the beautiful, golden plume on its headdress, its head reared up in an enchanting whinny. You hoisted one leg over the horse’s wooden body, holding your skirt down in the middle to avoid flashing the man behind you. Once you were situated, Jimmy took hold of the worn leather strap at your waist, wrapping both arms around you to slip the prong into the size-appropriate hole. Both his large, vascular hands came down on either hip, giving you a gentle pat.

“Gotta’ strap you down, in case this horse decides to take off.” Jimmy teased. He gave you a wink before stepping off the carousel and making the short trek to the operator’s booth. After he’d slipped inside, he flipped a switch and pushed forward on a lever. The music started first, breathy and light. Shortly after, the carousel gently came to life; the horses that were high dipped gracefully, and the ones that were low, rose ever so softly into the air, until they were all galloping in unison.

You held on, delighted. Even though you were no longer a child, riding a carousel still held a certain joviality. The horses went up down as light as air, and you moved your body with their motions, stretching up and curving down as they circled around their track. You wondered where the rest of the troupe was. Surely, they’d heard the sweet, mellifluous sound of of the calliope as it drifted over the tall grasses and rode on the soft breeze, inviting anyone who heard it to come for a ride, come for a ride.

Jimmy stood just in front of the carousel, watching as you swept by, circling round and round. Every time you caught a glimpse, you blushed. You didn’t have to be a mind-reader to hear his thoughts; he was admiring the way your body seemed to course with energy, following the movements of the animal below you, and matching their gait. He figured you’d do that with him, too. God, I sure hope she does.

The carousel was going slow enough that Jimmy could step on without injury, but even then, he was skilled enough to do it at a higher speed. He waited until the black horse passed and then quickly hopped on. He was several horses behind you, which meant that you’d be looking for him out in the field on the next rotation. And you were — he saw your neck lengthen as you looked for him, turning slightly as you passed the spot where he previously stood. Jimmy travelled from horse to horse, his hand flattening on the hard, wooden rumps of each of the horses as he passed them. As he approached, you were none the wiser, still giggling softly to yourself and swaying delicately to the music.

“Havin’ fun?” He asked, laying his hand on the small of your back. Instead of lurching upwards in fright like he expected you to, you melted into his hand. With a sigh, you dropped your head to the side, thankful that it landed on his shoulder. You got a whiff of his warm aroma; he smelled like a carnival would, a perfume of popcorn, cotton candy, warm grasses and sun. You took a few deep breaths, calming your nerves. With the euphoria of the carousel, you were already so full of emotion. Now arousal? Just because he touched your back and you smelled him? Poor little fool. You weren’t sure you could handle another overwhelming sensation.

“This is the most wonderful carousel I’ve ever ridden,” you confessed dreamily. “And I’ve ridden so many.”

“This ol’ girl?” He asked. He stroked the horse next to you, fingers dancing lovingly over the tresses of the horse’s frozen mane. “Aw, shucks. She probably loves hearin’ that. She’s been with us since… hell, since before I’ve been apart of the show.”

He looked up, watching as the oiled gears rotated, bringing you up and down. Him and Eve had repaired this thing a handful times, and his mother had even sculpted a new head for one of them. The white one, on the other side. Of course, she’d done such a good job that barely anyone noticed. There’d be a day where she’d break down so bad that they couldn’t fix her, but today wasn’t that day.

You’d made quite a few rotations by that point, and the songs would start repeating sooner or later. He asked: “Had enough?”

“I could ride this all night, Jimmy. All night.” You replied.

“How ‘bout you ride something else?”

Your jaw dropped open, but Jimmy closed it with a knuckle. Immediately, he started to stammer nervously, unsure of what had come over him.“Gosh, I’m sorry, that was uh —

You cut him off with a kiss, pressing your lips into his warm, plush ones. You didn’t want to hear an apology. There had certainly been enough of that today. His hand cupped your knee, caressing it softly. The feeling took your breath away, leaving nothing but a quiet little whimper that vibrated against his lips.

Moving away from your knee, Jimmy’s hand trailed upwards until he met the thick fluffy petticoat of your dress and flipped it up, delving underneath before it fluttered back down. His thick fingers grazed your slit over your panties, feeling the heat that radiated from it. You weren’t sure if you’d already started leaking into the satin, but whatever Jimmy felt was enough for him to break the kiss and gaze deep into your eyes.

“Baby, baby… c’mere.” After freeing you, Jimmy hoisted you up into his arms wedding-style. Your arms wrapped around his neck, which you immediately took to kissing and nipping playfully at. His breath hitched when you did. Careful not to hit your feet on any of the horses, Jimmy navigated around each of the horses. He finally reached his destination, and set you carefully down on the swan chair, making sure you were comfortable before sinking into the spot next to you.

“I’m real glad you decided to come tonight.” He murmured, brushing a lock of hair away from your face. “I meant what I said about not bein’ able to get your face outta’ my head.”

“Well, I meant what I said about you being awful cute.”

Jimmy hurriedly crawled on top of you, supporting his weight on the back of the chair. His head hung between his shoulders as he leaned down, bringing his face closer to yours, his warm breath washing over your cheeks.

“I want you real bad,” he slurred. You picked up the faintest hint of alcohol on his breath, biting and strong. “I need that heat, baby.”

The fabric of his dark jeans were pulled taut with his growing arousal, and when you hooked your fingers around the top of his belt, your fingers grazed the warm skin of his tummy. He whimpered as you tugged him closer, urging his hips into yours. You wanted it, batting your lashes with wanton intent. God, he thought. I could fall head first into those doe-eyes if I’m not careful…

Slowly, Jimmy began grinding into you, bringing himself as close as he could with clothes on. You were so soft and warm underneath him. It drove him crazy. You whimpered pitifully, closing your eyes and melting into his touch. One of his hands was on the back of the chair while the other was beneath your ass, pulling you up to meet each of his thrusts.

“Harder, Jimmy.” was all you said.

Jimmy thrusted deeper, rolling his hips back and forth and grinding against your centre. The hardness beneath his jeans bumped against you, rubbing determinedly against your cunt. The friction was just enough to get him stiffer, but not enough to satisfy. Like a lover persisting that something was too much, the wood creaked louder. Jimmy slowed his grinding, looking up at the old neck of the swan. “We oughta’ move this somewhere else… I dunno’ if she can handle…”

“Handle what?” You asked, out of breath and distraught that he’d stopped. The tiniest beads of sweat decorated your hairline. Jimmy had you worked up and only from some heavy grinding.

“Well, to be honest doll face, what I wanna’ do to ya’.”

Your cheeks flushed, hotter than the surface of the sun. They had to be beet-red as your eyelashes fluttered shyly at him. “Jimmy…” you whispered. He grinned, and took a few steps back, extending his hand towards you. Your curious eyes trailed down, sweeping over the bulge in his jeans. You weren’t the only one who had gotten worked up, it seemed.

You took his hand and he pulled you off the swan seat with ease, his bicep flexing underneath the cuff of his sleeve. As he led you off the carousel, your hand was swallowed by warmth and size. The journey was short, but the reason for the destination was obvious; it was secluded and out of view. Behind the carousel, between two smaller tents, the grasses were high, swaying back and forth with the breeze. Jimmy sat down first, pulling you down onto his lap.

You needed no instruction from the man beneath you; your hips began grinding back and forth on his groin, picking up where you two left off. He groaned and fell onto his back, weakened with pleasure. You could see his skin flushing with arousal. A smile curled around your lips, feeling more powerful than you could ever remember. Jimmy was beneath you, panting in ecstasy, and all you had to do was wiggle your hips back and forth to make him come undone. You bit your lip, planting your hips hard, and shimmied back and forth, feeling his bulge grind against your swollen clit. Jimmy practically whined at that. It was a high pitched, desperate, breathy sound.

“Baby…” He leaned up, his chest heaving. “You’re drivin’ me wild.”

You nodded, knowingly. It wasn’t a secret that you were driving yourself wild; you were certain that by this point, you’d left a sizeable wet spot on his jeans. Your hands moved to his chest, taking your time with his shirt as you carefully pulled each button out of its slit. Once they were undone, you pushed the shirt off his round shoulders, letting it fall to the grass below. Jimmy watched you intently.

“Where’s my strap now?” You asked, tracing circles on his bare chest. His skin was tanned and warm, like it had taken the warmth of the summer sun, absorbed it and made it its own. You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on the flesh just above his nipple. Jimmy hissed in response, lifting his head to look at you.

He looked at you curiously, a single eye brow lifted. “Your what?”

“My leather safety strap… you know, in case this Lobster takes off…”

“Ohoh,” Jimmy laughed a low, sweet molasses-like chuckle. “Oh, baby. He will. But don’t you worry, I’ll hold onto you nice n’ tight.”

You pressed your lips against his, humming an excited laugh into his mouth. Feeling adventurous, you reached down the front of his jeans. Right away, the tips of your fingers were met with a velvety hot tip, slick with pre-cum. You swept the pad of your thumb over the slit, smearing the clear fluid over the tip. His heavy, swollen cock was already sensitive from the grinding that you two had been doing, so the slightest touch had him bucking his hips into your palm. The motion pushed your hand farther down into his jeans, allowing you to feel his stiff cock, and the heat that radiated from it.

“Jimmy,” you cooed. “You’re so hard…”

“Well, ‘course I am baby… you think you can move those hips on a guy like that and nothin’ happens?” As he spoke, Jimmy’s long, conjoined fingers gripped your hips, urging them back and forth again as if you to remind you what you’d been doing. Your body obeyed, undulating back and forth, riding the base of his cock, while your hand stroked just below the tip.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “Fuck, baby, just like that…”

You kept up, easing more pre-cum from Jimmy’s tip. Your blush had spread to your neck, a direct result of you being embarrassed by your provocativeness. You’d never been this dirty in your life, and your first sexual encounter had been far less licentious than this — but it all felt so natural with him.

“Ahhh, alright — I’m gonna’ lose it, baby. You gotta’ stop…” He said, abruptly yanking your hand from his jeans.

“Well, what’s wrong with that?”

“What’s wrong with that?” He echoed, pausing to kiss you. “What’s wrong with that is…” Another kiss. “I want inside uh’ you…” Another kiss, and he looked down at your body, watching as your chest heaved with each hot breath that left your lips. He wrapped one arm around you, flipping both of you over so that his body was atop yours. Feebly, you cleared your throat. The knot in your stomach wound tighter as you scooted back from him, arranging yourself and laying down on the shirt.

“C-could you… use your fingers first?” You faltered, sounding more nervous than you actually were. The question was fuelled more by curiosity than fear. Jimmy’s cocoa-coloured eyes seemed to darken even more, mischievously.

“First, huh?” An adorable crooked smile cut across his face. With lips pursed, you shot him a sideways glance. By this point, he had to have known what you wanted, but acted as aloof and innocent as ever. He returned your glance with a wink, knee-walking himself closer to you. With a tight breath, you shimmied out of your panties, setting them next to you in the grass. Your dress skirt had enough length, providing a layer of protection between your ass and the ground.

He stretched his hand, curling and uncurling his long, conjoined digits, like a runner stretching his legs for the marathon ahead. You had him feeling nervous, like a virgin on prom night, so he was thankful for the familiarity of using his hands. He was used to this part. He knew how this went.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, eager to watch. Jimmy’s fingers fell to touch you, nearing your entrance. The tips of them grazed your slit, slipping along your drenched folds and spreading the wetness. His thumb circled your clit, sending a shockwave through your body. The muscles in your abdomen immediately tightened, and a searing ache started just above your bladder. A breathy moan left your lips as you arched your spine upwards in white hot ecstasy.

“Feel good? Tell me, baby.”

“Y-yeah,” you whined. “Yeah, it does.”

He looked down at you, craning his neck to get a better view. You were more than ready; leaking like a faucet. You’d probably been ready, but Jimmy was usually a gentleman and favoured comfort over speed. He did it with all sorts of girls all across the country, for cryin’ out loud. He knew how to get ‘em worked up enough that he could bottom out in one thrust. But of course, he rarely did. They didn’t want his cock, they wanted his freak fingers.

But not you. You wanted all of him.

Jimmy held his breath as he curled one set of pincers back towards his palm, inserting the other into your cunt. He exhaled heavily; it was warm and slick, the sweetest thing he’d ever felt.

“Hohh… babydoll…” He closed his eyes, and began pumping. You were already writhing and panting underneath him. Jimmy grinned bright. He loved the noises that all the pretty girls made when he touched them, but there was something special about the noises you were making. You were expelling these short, high breaths, and thrusting your hips to meet his fingers each time. The immediacy of his need hit him like a freight train. His cock twitched in his briefs, demanding attention. He needed you. Now. His cock tensed again, urging more pre-cum from the tip.

“You ready, sweetheart?”

He prayed to the stars above that you’d say yes. When he saw your curls bounce with the motion of your nodding, he heaved a sigh of relief and flopped over, reaching into his jeans to free his cock from its cloth prison. You couldn’t help but gawk at the way that it stood attention, red and angry and looking for somewhere to go.

“C’mon. On top. I’ll give you the real ride uh’ your life now.”

You gathered your dress and petticoat into your hands before throwing one leg over his waist. Beneath you, Jimmy held his cock, guiding it blindly over your slick folds. You whimpered every time the hot tip bumped into your aching clit. Straightening up on your knees, you paused, doubting your ability to take him all in one go. He sensed your hesitation.

“It’s alright baby, take it nice n’ slow.” His accent was like honey, dribbling out and coating your heart in a warm, sticky mess.

“I’ve just never,” Jimmy pressed a conjoined digit into your lips, shaking his head. “Don’t gotta’ explain yourself. It’s gonna feel good to me either way.”

Your knees spread, slipping against the warm grass as you lowered yourself down onto his cock. At first, the squish of his head was comforting and the heat felt good — really good, but then it was the strain of your cunt trying to accept his girth. You forced your hips down further, and your cunt swallowed the head and half of the shaft.

“Ohh… my god.” As the stinging stretch subsided, making room for his thick cock, a deep moan echoed over the field. Gingerly, you moved your body up and down, feeling full and tense. Jimmy made a fist in front of his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut tight. Sure, he got some tail every now and then, but it was his hand more often than not. He led a “satisfy them now, worry about yourself later” kind of lifestyle, and all for a couple bucks.

But this… this…

He groaned loud, unconsciously thrusting his hips and stuffing the rest of himself inside of you. His cock bottomed out, veiny and pressing against your slick walls. You winced, overcome by the sensation. It was almost too much, but you took a deep breath, and kept at it.

Jimmy’s chocolate eyes softened, full of adoration, as he watched you, feeling your body tremble. She’s never ridden anyone before, save for those horses.

“C’mere, baby. Keep that ass up, and I’ll do the work.” Jimmy’s warm arms wrapped around your back, pulling your chest to his. His arms enveloped your, warm biceps pressing against your shoulders. You nuzzled your nose into his neck, and that’s when he took ahold of your ass, digging his digits into the marshmallow-soft flesh of your cheeks. You backed your hips out slightly, adjusting to the new position.

With a slow breath, he started thrusting up into you. His cock was so slick, messily slipping in and out of you with ease, and the way it was hitting you, the way the ridges of his head popped in and out of your cunt… made your eyes rolled backwards.

“I don’t think you’re a freak,” you panted, meeting his hips. “I promise.”

At first, he didn’t answer, only craned his neck up to kiss you hard. His tongue delved into your mouth, swirling hungrily along yours. You moaned into his mouth. Loud. His large hands, spread out on your ass, moved up and down with each thrust, using it as leverage. You gripped his broad shoulder tight, nails leaving crescent moons in his skin.

“I know, baby… I know you don’t.”

The melodies of the cicadas and the rustling grasses hardly concealed the wet slapping of his thick cock as it pounded into you. Loud enough you were sure that someone could — and would — hear. But it felt so good. You couldn’t stop even if the entire freak show was standing around you, watching, taking notes.

He fucked harder and the feeling of his cock as it massaged your cunt, hitting all the right spots at a gentle curve had you whining into his ear. In your shoes, your toes curled tightly, almost cramping. You begged for him, cried for him, and told him how good it felt. He groaned, moaned and growled in response each time you did. Called you angel face, baby doll, and honey — names that sounded so good on his lips. You shuddered hard against his warm body, drenched in sweat.

Jimmy let out a series of pants as he picked up his speed. You were so close, whining brokenly with every hit of his cock. With a sudden deep sound, his whole body tensed. The veins in his neck popped and his teeth clenched tight, sounds of ecstasy breaking free from between them. You felt the heat of his cum coat your insides and it sent you over the edge — your own orgasm ran after his, clenching around his cock, and leaking down onto his thighs. His thrusts slowed sporadically, twitching up into you before they finally subsided.

He wrapped his arms around you as his cock softened inside of you, both of you panting in unison. Subconsciously, he was protecting you from the chill that would inevitably settle on your sweat-coated body. As he stared up at the stars, the twinkling little pinpricks of light, Jimmy Darling promised you another ride — one home. He didn’t have the heart to tell you that this was his last weekend in your quaint little city. He wasn’t quite ready for that devastation yet.

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junnieverse · 1 year ago

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— JUNGWON AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ! 💭

➙ boyfriend jungwon thoughts

pairing: yang jungwon x gn!reader

genre: fluff

request: " Jungwon as your bf pls. Love youu "

warnings: not proofread, lowercase intended

a/n: here it is my angel, thank you for the request, love u too <33

actually the cutest boyfriend ever, I'm sobbing (I wanna squish his cheeks)

speaking of, everyday as his s/o you fight back the urge of telling this man you actually wanna eat him

always sends you his selfies before he officially posts them and you obviously have a few of the ones he didn't post

all of his boyfriend shots? ofcourse you took them

a teddy bear of a boyfriend

is always fascinated by everything you says

so whenever you speak he just looks at you with the brightest and most curious eyes

you get full access to his closet and so you have stolen many of his oversized clothes because they're so warm and fluffy like him :(

if you are ticklish, expect him to find your weak spots and tickle you often until you ask him to stop or you tickle him back

tends to know what you're thinking or feeling before you say anything

you were once feeling under the weather and he went out of his way to get you all the medication you needed before you could protest

the type of boyfriend to go on your pad and tampon runs (for my afab readers) and ask the store worker about which sizes and stuff would work for you or would actually straight up ask you which are your preference

the way jungwon makes every conversation about jay is how he talks about you as well

"Yoi, how does the cake taste?" jake asks him.

"You know (y/n) actually really likes red velvet cake." jungwon says naturally as he continues eating his slice of cake leaving jake at a loss of words

jungwon is his happiest whenever you're around or he talks to you

having such a busy schedule most of the time, the little he isn't working he is most likely with you or sleeping

late night walks to the park of playing in the kiddie area is a norm for you both to just spend time together and be playful

every good night and good morning text comes with a complimentary bare faced jungwon selca <3

cute matching pj sets!!

be it little teddy bear ones, sanrio, whatever it may be, he loves matching with you in general

jungwon does tend to mask his feelings alot of the time but you are one of the few people he feels most comfortable being vulnerable with because he knows you're able to give him comfort and listen to his problems

gets shy whenever he shows skinship but when you take the initiative then he will turn red but he loves it

keeps every little thing you've made for him

the hand made colourful bead string? he has it attached to his phone and proudly shows it off

you are officially maeumi's other parent

even when he isn't around such as touring, he loves seeing you send photos or videos of you with his dog

probably even has a photo of you and maeumi together as his wallpaper

as cute as your boyfriend is, jungwon also enjoys teasing you too

"Babe, me or maeumi?" you playfully ask him

"Oh it's obviously maeu-" he says jokingly and before he could finish his sentence you ended the facetime call

expect spam texts of him apologising saying it was a joke and that he loves you both equally since you're both his babies :(

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artist-issues · 2 years ago

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Did you guys know that even all of Zootopia’s SIDE characters hit the theme right on target? All of them circumvent their species’ stereotypes, for good or for bad. First one we’re introduced to is Gideon. He’s a fox, and he’s a bully, but Judy nails him right off the bat. He’s small-minded—actually, he’s just not very bright. He’s a bully, so immediately we know he solves problems with his physicality. But that’s the thing. Foxes are supposed to be sly and cunning and sneaky. There’s nothing sneaky or sly about Gideon.

He just shows up and mispronounces words and pushes bunnies around. In fact, Judy is the sly one in their interaction; even while he’s pushing her down, she’s slipping the tickets out of his pocket to give back to her sheep friend. Okay so fine, Gideon’s obvious. But what about the next side characters we meet?

Clawhauser! Everybody loves Clawhauser. This one is obvious too. He’s a cheetah—he’s not a leopard, he’s not a jaguar. He’s a cheetah. But what do we learn about him as soon as he actually has to do something for his job?

HE’S NOT FAST. Cheetah’s are “supposed to be” fast, if they’re anything. But as many character traits as Clawhauser has (loves pop stars, loves donuts, loves his job, willing to help, all-around nice guy) the one that he SHOULD have, as both a police officer who’s job description could be “CATCH” bad guys, AND a cheetah, is speediness! But he’s not a runner. And he’s not even very quick on the uptake, either. When Judy is trying to solve a murder and has the evidence laid out right in front of him, and is LITERALLY connecting the dots out loud, he has no clue what she’s talking about. He’s not quick-thinking.

Okay let’s do the next one. Chief Bogo! This one is, I think, obvious too, but for funsies, let’s talk about it. Chief Bogo’s whole character design, as a water buffalo, is supposed to be big, square, tough. He’s scarred up and masculine and authoritative and brusque. He even says several times that he doesn’t care about people’s feelings. But he is not big, heavy, and unyielding like a Cape buffalo should be. They’re literally described as “dark, brooding, tough,” animals. But Chief Bogo gets behind closed doors and he’s like:

“Ooo, an app where I can dance to mainstream pop music!” And on a more serious note, when Judy totally proves him WRONG and could be seen as having HUMILIATED HIM, he instead proudly walks her up to the Mayor’s office for a promotion. And he even consoles her and calls her a good cop when she’s at her lowest point.

Even the other fox in the movie, Finnick. His whole thing is that he looks small and cute; clever foxes like Nick take advantage of that expectation. Other animals clearly don’t realize that his species, which is totally different from Nick’s, is why he’s so little—they just assume he’s a baby red fox (to their disadvantage.) But even if they did, you see a Fennec Fox and you either go, “aw, cute,” or “foxy tricks!” Finnick has neither. The movie makes it seem like the scheming part of their lives is all Nick’s idea and Finnick is just there playing along to collect the money. He’s also not cute when the disguise comes off—he’s ferocious! A bust-heads first, ask questions later fox with no slyness.

Let’s move on to some even-lesser-known characters—I’ll try to go faster—

MAYOR LIONHEART! He’s supposed to be an animal associated with great leadership, pride, and honor, and the word “heart” is even in his name. But he has no real heart—he exploits everybody, Bellwhether and Judy included, for his own gain. He’s so self-protective and selfish, two non-leaderly traits, that he even exploits the poor sick feral Zootopians that they recover.

he doesn’t even seem to care about his actual mayoral duties, which is, you know, the hands-on LEADERSHIP part of being a leader that you’d think the King of the Jungle would be great at. And what about Madge the Honey Badger? Many people don’t like that her role was made smaller after Pre-production and she became a barely-seen doctor character rather than one of Nick’s closest friends, but LOOK WHAT A GREAT JOB THEY DID. She’s a HONEY BADGER. Honey Badger don’t care. They’re just supposed to be these tough-as-nails, vicious littler buggers who not only have thick skin, but attack predators much larger than themselves—LIKE LIONS.

But the only time we see this Honey Badger, she definitely cares. She cares enough to sort-of suggest that they get outside help for the sick animals Lionheart is hiding, but when he yells at her? Does this Honey Badger use her thick skin to stand up to him and make a stand for justice? No! She cowers and backs down. And she must have been doing it for weeks, too, because the Missing Mammals have clearly been there for a while. What about Mr. Big? Clearly it’s all in the name; he’s implied to be a huge threat, very dangerous, but he’s little, sure. Not only that though—he’s implied to be ruthless, a killer, even Nick is scared of him. But instead, he winds up being warm and fatherly toward his own daughter and Judy. He gives wisdom, and helps justice more than once. Also, by the way, a Shrew’s brain is supposed to get even smaller in the winter to conserve energy. There are articles online called “how winter makes shrews stupid,” when I looked it up. But is Mr. Big stupid? Absolutely not.

What are others known for? Being cute and playful. How many times do you see Mrs. Otterton OR FERAL MR. OTTERTON being cute or playful in the film? This has less to do with their personalities, but the point is, we’re seeing an animal known for it’s cheerful and fun demeanor only in sad or scary situations in this masterpiece of a movie. Not to mention the fact that Emmett Otterton, a “sweet little otter” is basically never sweet until the very end of the movie.

Yax the Yak is supposed to be big, slow, dumb—he even has hair covering his face, as if he’s not all that observant. But who remembers every little detail about his interactions with Emmett Otterton? Even when Nangi, an elephant who is supposed to remember according to stereotypes, remembers nothing, ever?

YAX DOES. And not only does he remember, but he remembers about interesting things, like being able to tell by the sound of a car which cylinder is firing incorrectly. He’s smart. We also have Mr. Manchas, the panther, who is shown to be less an apex predator (which is what panthers are) and more a traumatized, suspicious, mild-mannered driver. Oh, and he and all the big, stronger animals work for the tiny little shrew, remember that too.

Sheep are also supposed to be followers, and stupid. They’re supposed to go toddling after one another, and sometimes just straight up walk over the side of cliffs to their deaths out of idiocy. But the only sheep we see in this film, BESIDES Bellwhether, are not only rebels trying to undermine Zootopia’s whole system, but smart.

Doug, Jesse, and Woolter are all lab geniuses cooking up government-toppling terrorism serums.

Gazelle, also, by the way, is a gazelle. They don’t stand up to anyone or anything in the wild; they run away from problems and conflict with other species. Yet here she is, not only being a graceful dancer, but spearheading peace rally’s and speaking out against conflict.

And of course, Flash. He’s slow physically when he’s at the DMV, but it’s implied that he’s no dummy—for all we know, he was helping Nick stall. Because at the end we learn he’s sort of a criminal, too—because he loves to do what ladies and gentlemen? SPEED.

So. What I’m saying is, there’s a REASON Zootopia’s so good—it just keeps smashing the theme out of the park with every single character that comes onscreen. They don’t stop at Nick being helpful at heart instead of selfish, or Judy being a clever detective instead of dumb. This movie’s a masterpiece right down to the most basic characters.

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nafarsiti · 8 months ago

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i was on the rindou haitani tag and i saw someone requesting what his type is. If it isn't too hard and too much can you also do Ran? 🥹

Hi Anon! Hmmmm, I haven't thought about Ran as much but here's what I think he'd be looking for in a partner.

He definitely cares about looks. He's not looking for arm candy per se, but he does want someone who will dress up ✨ designer ✨ with him. When he's going out he wants people to know who he is and, more importantly, who you are to him. We know this guy has expensive tastes, and he wants you to indulge with him. He's taking you on shopping trips and you're both going to have armfuls of bags by the end of the day. But also count on cute spa dates and many many relaxing days with him. He's not expecting you to get dolled up and go out every day, far from it. He wants to get in as much beauty sleep as possible and he wants you right there beside him. Being in bed with you beats going out any day!

Personality wise, he's looking for someone easy going but also strong-willed, to match his crazy lifestyle. As much as he loves to sleep and do nothing, the demands of daily life keep him on the go a lot. He can be very busy, and he's always in high demand. His partner has to be understanding of him and his lifestyle. Depending on the job, he may very well need you to be his arm candy, but your safety is always his number one priority. He cares about you and your well-being more than anything else. Ran may have been a bit selfish before, but falling in love with you made him prioritize someone else.

Ran in public is a huge tease. He has no problem with PDA, and will proudly announce to the world that you're his partner. He's a little mischievous, so be prepared for small prank wars to break out at any time. But Rindou will probably be on your side to help out! Speaking of Rindou, while Ran doesn't need Rindou to approve of you (he is such an older sibling), he would like you two to at least get along. Most likely, Rindou will have no problem with you, he's more amazed that someone will put up with his older brother.

When Ran is alone with you, in quiet moments, he wants nothing more than to hold you close to him. He knows that life is short and treasures every moment he can be with you. He is fiercely overprotective of his family. He needs someone he can bring down the barriers around and be vulnerable with. He doesn't always want to be the strong older brother, and he know that with you he doesn't have to pretend to be anything. You'll let him be the soft sleepy man he really wants to be.

#anon ask #ran haitani #tokyo revengers #ran x reader

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holylulusworld · 1 year ago

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Jeannie in a bottle - Epilogue

Summary: The deal is broken. You are finally free.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Huntress!Reader

Warnings: former genie!reader, kinda social anxiety/anxiety/slight panic attack, caring Dean, mentions of aunt flo

Jeannie in a bottle masterlist

<< Part 4

The deal is broken. You are finally free. What now?

You’re not used to living your own life. Trapped in the bottle you could do nothing but wish for someone to find the bottle to free you.

“What are you up to?” Dean brings you out of your daydreams. You were standing in the garage for the better of half an hour, debating whether to go for a ride in a car or explore the bunker some more.

“I don’t know,” you reply honestly. “I need clothes and toiletries.” You cringe. “Uh-you know…hygiene products for ladies.”

Dean chuckles nervously. He drops his eyes to your crotch and hums. “You got a visit from aunt flo?”

“Figures. I get out of that bottle only to end up having my first period in ten years.” You huff and cross your arms over your chest.

“Do you want me to go to town and get you some tampons or pads?” Dean grins when you look at him, surprised. “What? Can a man not buy ladies' toiletries? I’m a tough guy and brave enough to buy tampons.”

“You’re cute and cocky.” Dean’s grin widens at your words. “Would you drive me to town? I’m not sure I can still handle a car, or anything else. Everything feels surreal. Like a dream.”

“If this a dream, I hope we never wake.” Dean slings one arm around your shoulders. “Let’s get you some new clothes and toiletries. You look good in my clothes, but I think you deserve to go on a shopping spree.”

“Dean, I don’t have any money. I can’t go on a shopping spree.”

“Aw, sweetheart. Let me buy you all the things you will need,” he whispers in your ear. “You can pay me back in kind.”

This time, you chuckle. Dean is definitely a cocky guy. “We will see, Dean. Maybe I can give you a back scrub or wash your car.”

“Breathe, Y/N,” Dean softly says as you try to control your breathing. Being inside the bunker with Sam and Dean was no problem. But the moment you stepped inside the grocery store, your legs started to wobble.

“I can’t…so many people,” you hate the panic in your voice. You never were so scared before. “Dean…please.”

“I’ll bring you back to the car. You just stay inside the Impala, and I’ll get you everything you need. Okay?” He worriedly looks down at you. “Y/N?”

“Okay.” You exhale sharply. “I-I got a list. Can you get the things for me?” You are close to tears, and you feel ashamed that Dean sees you like that. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey…it’s alright. We will go back to the car, and everything is going to be alright. It’s a bit too much, I get it. We should’ve taken things slow. You were stuck in that bottle for ten years.”

You choke out a sob when Dean wraps his arms around you. “Thank you.”

“Sometimes the world gets too much for everything. That’s no reason to be ashamed of.” He guides you back out of the grocery store.

You take deep breaths, hoping to even your breathing and calm your nerves. “Can you…can you buy me some pie too? I’d die for a slice of good pie.”

“Sweetheart. I didn’t think I could like you more. But I do. I love me some pie too.”

“What?” Dean grunts as the clerk at the grocery store looks at the tampons and pads the hunter wants to buy.

“Nothing.” The boy grins, glancing at the tampons again. “Do you need chocolate too?”

Dean shrugs. “I already got all I need. Including chocolate for the sexy woman waiting for me in my car. And yes, she’s on her period and I buy her the products she needs to feel better. Do we have a problem here?”

Dean glares at the young man, huffing now and then as the cashier hurriedly charges for the products.

“I got you everything you’ll need,” Dean proudly places three bags filled with all the things on your list on your bed. “I got you a pair of jeans, shirts, socks, and so on too. Nothing special but it will do for the time being. If you want to, you can order clothes online.”

You watch Dean unpack the bags. He smirks as you snatch the tampons out of his hands. “Please excuse me. I need to…”

“I got you pie too.” He calls after you. “I’ll make you some soul food tonight.”

“Awesome,” you poke your head back inside the room, grinning. “Can we watch nonsense on TV and eat junk food?”

“Sure, sweetheart!” Dean exclaims.

Smiling you look at Dean. “I think I like this new life.”

“Of course, you like it. I’m in your life now…”

#dean winchester #dean x reader #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #Jeannie in a bottle - Epilogue #spn

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laxmiree · 1 year ago

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[CN] MLQC Lucien's Through Thousands of Mirrors event translation (Day 2 - Friday)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT ⚠️

This post contains a HEAVY SPOILER for the event that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

Through Thousands of Mirrors Event | Day 1 | Day 2 (You're here!) | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | HS/Uni SSR Story: Monochrome Scenery

[PREVIEW]

Everyone's school life is different. Some people wake up early to go to the library to research and study in advance, while others get up early to row on the Charles River for practice.

Lucien stops and watches the students training for a while until a woken goose begins to quack, flaps its wings in discontent, and fixes its deep, dark eyes on him.

I'm just passing by...

Lucien thought. He carefully and slowly backs away, leaving the dangerous place*.

[T/N: "是非之地" (shìfēi zhī dì) is a Chinese phrase that literally translated to "a place of right and wrong". it more or less mean a place where one is apt to get into trouble; in this case a place where there's a goose about to chase you at the slightest provocation😂. Funny how he now gets along well with another goose in current farming event LOL]

Also the fact that Lucien's campus is near Charles River basically confirms that his campus is definitely MIT; just get parodied to avoid copyright issues (in case if PG want to make merch of it).

[NEUROSCIENCE]

After class, Dr. Lawson stays for a while to chat with Lucien. It's unusual for Dr. Lawson to do so.

"Doctor, what's the matter?

"Did you already know the content we discussed today?"

"Yes, but I'm still very happy to hear it again."

[COGNITIVE NEUROSCIENCE]

When every piece of data is where it should be, within the expected range, and operates as it should, one should rightfully obtain the expected results, shouldn't they?

The irrefutable fact gives its answer with a smile: Nope!

[BIOMEDICAL SCIENCE]

Today, this class has a special guest lecturer. In order to help students gain a deeper understanding of the subject matter and the broader applications of biomedical science, the professor has invited his working forensic scientist friend.

Pretty cool.

Wait, isn't this professor's network a bit too extensive?

[FREE TIME]

No one dislikes Fridays.

Especially a Friday when everything at hand has been taken care of and you earned some free time.

In a few hours, there will be other things to do, and the weekend should also be used to prepare for the upcoming week.

But at least for now, Lucien feels he deserves to enjoy the warm afternoon sunlight and the comfortable hammock.

[LAB]

Lucien frowns as he looks at the chart, "Let me run it again."

After a brief moment of consideration, Professor Lawson gives a suggestion, saying, "Hmm... No need. Let Elliot run it instead."

Despite his doubts, Lucien still went ahead and followed the advice.

Not long after, he gets a beautiful chart.

"Did I make an error in my operation?"

Colt, who was passing by, glances and says, "Elliot is lucky. If there are any tricky problems, letting him give it a try might just solve them."

Lucien looks at the chart in his hand again and feels that, someday when recruiting people for his laboratory, he should perhaps consider luck as one of the factors.

[Tidbits: And he did 🥹 In the future, he will hire a scientist named Luo Ke, with one factor being the rumor that Luo Ke brings good luck to lab experiments [Lab Koi call] 🤣 It's cute that this not-so-scientific behavior can be traced back to this particular past event]

[LAB]

In the laboratory, many problems can be answered by Caroline.

"Caroline, did I use the reagents incorrectly?" Elliot asks in confusion.

"Caroline, do you have time to create a presentation poster for the project?" Dr. Lawson proudly asks, confident in Caroline's abilities.

"Caroline— the photocopier has stopped working," Colt wails in despair.

In the midst of the recurring "Caroline to the rescue"; only Lucien remains silent.

For the sake of easy record-keeping and review, he chooses to send an email.

[MEETING]

Lucien's report this week also receives extremely high praise from Professor Lawson.

"But then again, Lucien,"

"After you joined our laboratory, the electricity bill went up a bit, supposedly because of overnight power usage and keeping the lights on."

Lucien smiles quietly and then looks away.

#colt is fan zihang 2.0 #and elliot was xm previous lab koi 🥹#mlqc lucien #mr love queen's choice #mlqc cn #mlqc spoiler #mlqc #mlqc translation #mr. love queen's choice #mr love lucien #mlqc xu mo #mlqc spoilers

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impishtubist · 1 year ago

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There seems to be a level of symbolism being lost in the Tall Sirius debate that I think we need to address because it's A Problem. You don't need to have read the books or watched the movies to hear me out here.

This debate, at its core, isn't pettiness about whose HC is correct or better. It's an issue with gender representation in the way this character is being written over and over again in blatantly misogynistic and often transphobic ways.

Taking any character from any fandom or any original work and making them tiny, defenceless, hysterical, out of control, incapable of independent thought, born only to find love with a Good man, and valuable only for their attractiveness or sexual willingness is misogynistic. These are long-standing, harmful, and very gross tropes used to belittle women-identified and femme people for centuries in Western lit. There are real life consequences to believing these things about women-identified and femme-coded people, even in fiction.

Making that character exist only for the purpose of being sexually desirable to a strong, emotionless, cool-kid bro dude in need of being cared for and fixed and healed - and who is too Good and too smart and too perfect for the fucked up little femme character whose fault it is for making his life harder - is inherently harmful. To everyone.

That relationship dynamic isn't healthy and, frankly, seeing it over and over again scares me and makes me worry for many people in this fandom when they step away from the screen. This is like DD:DNE levels of fucked up but there are no tags for us to avoid it because many people don't see it for what it is.

This is like 1940s rom-com shit. We pick these representations apart all over social media, so why is it okay in this fandom? Writing these things isn't cute or romantic or funny, and it shows that some of us aren't the feminist, queer, and trans allies we proudly say we are.

On top of all of this, taking an already very queer-coded character and writing them with the above tropes while they are trans-coded, gender bending, crossdressing, non-binary, androgynous, and/or otherwise gender non-conforming adds the extra layer of transphobia frosting to an already fucked up cake. It's spray-painting the trans-as-mentally-ill-fetish tag all over this fandom and, as a trans person, it hurts me very deeply to see this. I only read fics recommended to me by friends now because I Cannot Deal with the distress this causes me any longer.

These representations are harmful to everyone regardless of sex, gender, or sexual identity, but especially so for trans, non-binary, intersex, and gender queering folx.

We don't give a shit if Sirius is tall in your HC (even though he is in canon). The problem is that it's a red flag for the rest of this very fucked schemata of woman-, queer-, and trans-bashing that it seems many people aren't seeing or questioning. You can write harmful things even if everyone in the fic is gay for each other.

I don't have much to add to this (I'll let everyone else tear each other apart in the reblogs/replies while I eat a bag of popcorn lmao) except to say that YEAH, short Sirius in fics is now a red flag to me. And it shouldn't be! It didn't have to be this way! But now I don't trust a fic unless it's written by someone I know or it's recommended to me by a trusted mutual.

#imp speaks #chaos night #oh boy i can't wait to see what the reblogs do with this one #for the record I am on OP's side #especially since I know OP #ANYWAY #sirius black defense squad #people i follow have done nothing wrong in their lives of course #because i have already vetted you all

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br1ghtestlight · 1 year ago

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here's an unfinished fanfic i was writing about bob growing up in a homophobic culture as a bisexual boy. thought it was interesting enough to post but maybe not to ao3

Bob was five years old when he realized that there was something wrong with him.

He was playing on the playground and his father was babysitting him while his mother was in the hospital. He'd befriended another child who was playing, and they'd played together and created stories for what felt like hours. Bob liked playing with his new friend.

They were playing with another child that they'd met, and they all decided that they were going to pretend to be a family. Their biggest problem was that because there were three people playing, they would have to decide who was going to be the parents and who was going to be the baby. It was a difficult decision.

"I want to be the daddy," Bob told them.

He looked up to his own father, and he thought he was very strong and responsible and he took care of everything in the household. Bob wanted to be like him when he grew up.

"No, I wann' be the daddy!" Bob's friend argued.

Their new friend that they'd met at the playground had already decided that she wanted to be their baby, so she wasn't very worried about arguing that she wanted to be their mother. She had an idea that would make everybody happy.

"I have an idea! Why don't you both pretend to be my daddy? That way, I can be your baby girl," Bob's friend said proudly. Bob had never considered that somebody could have two father's before, but he couldn't think of a reason why that wouldn't be possible. It made sense to him.

Bob looked up at the playground. Despite the beautiful weather, it appeared that they were the only children playing outside that day, so they could pretend that the entire playground was their house and nobody would get angry at them for taking up too much space. "Okay, we can do that. We should pretend that the playground is our house, and it's a HUGE house 'cause we're super rich!"

"I want to race you to the slide," Bob's friend said. He laughed, and ran after him.

Later that day, Bob and his father were walking back to their house. Bob's father asked if Bob had fun playing with his new friends, and he said that he'd had so much fun. They'd spent hours playing together and running around on the playground.

"What was your favorite game that you played?" Bob's father asked him.

"That's easy. We pretended that we were a family living in a HUGE house, and we had a daughter."

"You pretended that you were husband and wife?" Bob's father asked with a playful smile.

Bob was happy that his father was enjoying their day together, because he felt like sometimes his father didn't like talking to him, and thought that he was annoying. That was why Bob spent more time with his mother, when she was feeling well enough to play with him. She never got annoyed at his games, or told him that she'd rather be working at Bob's father's restaurant. She laughed at all his jokes.

"No! My friend and I are both boys, and our daughter was our other friend. We were husband and husband," Bob corrected his father proudly.

He'd never heard of two men getting married before, so he was sure that he'd invented a new concept that was going to take the world by surprise. There were going to be so many happy couples! Bob was happy about this, because there was a boy in his kindergarten class that he thought was very cute, and he would love to get married to him someday.

Bob's father didn't seem happy about Bob's response. "Junior, haven't I told you already? Men can't be in relationships with other men. It isn't… It isn't natural."

"Why?" Bob asked.

He was at an age where his response to every answer to a question was another question, and it was definitely something that got on his father's nerves. He was just curious about the world, and how everything worked. He didn't mean to be annoying.

"It's a religious thing. I don't know. That's just how it is. I'm tellin' you this now, so that you don't get harassed by your classmates at school. They won't be as understanding as I am, if you start askin' other boys to be your boyfriend. I don't want to see you getting hurt, or pushed around. You're a scrawny kid, y'know?"

"I know," Bob said. They were walking along the sidewalk, and Bob kicked a leaf as they passed by it. He felt embarrassed. He hated when he said something without knowing that it was wrong, and that other people thought he was being stupid. His father was trying to help by informing him before his classmates did, but he still didn't like it.

"Thank you for telling me, Daddy."

"No problem, Junior. Now, whaddya say we get back to our house and start cooking dinner before your mother gets back? She's always hungry after coming back from the hospital, and she'll be too sick to cook. You know how she hates eatin' that hospital food. You can help me by getting all the vegetables that I'm going to need from the fridge."

"Okay, Daddy!"

Bob knew that he got crushes on all his kindergarten classmates, and he didn't care if they were a girl or a boy. He liked everybody!

After what his father told him, he knew that there was something wrong with him, and he needed to fix it. He was lucky that he hadn't told anybody in his kindergarten classroom about his crush on his classmate who was named Thomas, because he was another boy. Everybody would think he was weirder than they already did.

It wasn't his fault that he had a crush on Thomas, because he was just so adorable. He had curly hair and freckles, and he always shared his crayons with Bob when they were coloring pictures. He wore socks that didn't match, and when Bob pointed that out to him, he just laughed like he didn't care about that at all. Bob shared his snacks with him at lunch, and he always said that Bob's father was the most amazing cook in the world, and Bob agreed with that. He was perfect.

Bob was sure that if his father met Thomas, he would understand why he had a crush on him, and he wouldn't think that it was unnatural or weird.

Bob knew that it didn't matter if Thomas was the cutest boy in his kindergarten class, or if he always wore mismatched socks, or if he shared his crayons with Bob every single day. His father said that boys weren't supposed to be in relationships with other boys, and that meant that he wasn't supposed to get crushes on boys, either.

He didn't know what his father meant when he said that it was unnatural, but it couldn't have been good. Unnatural things were scary, like monsters hiding under his bed, or a scary virus that infected everybody and turned them into zombies. He didn't want to be unnatural.

He was lucky, because he got crushes on girls, too. He would stop having a crush on Thomas, and start having a crush on Amanda. All the boys in Bob's kindergarten class said she was the cutest girl in the world, and he had to agree with them. She was the best at drawing in their class, and she would share her juice with everybody because she didn't like it when her parents packed her juiceboxes for lunch. Amanda was amazing, and she never made fun of Bob or called him weird, or annoying.

Bob would stop getting crushes on boys, and he wouldn't have to worry about his classmates teasing him, or calling him mean nicknames. It was going to be easy.

Bob was eleven years old, and he had a crush on one of his classmates. His name was Anthony.

Anthony was very cool and popular, but he never bullied or made fun of people who weren't as popular as he was. He was confident, and athletic, and he was on their school soccer team. He was the fastest runner in their school, including eight graders, and everybody stopped what they were doing when he started running during recess because he was so impressive.

He was popular and made friends with everybody, including Bob. He always smiled at Bob when they were walking by each other in the hallways, and he was partners with Bob for their science project and he didn't complain even once about not being with his real friends.

He was also attractive, even if Bob felt creepy and invasive whenever he thought about that. He'd seen what Anthony looked like shirtless because their school had a field trip to the swimming pool, and even though it was months ago he would never forget what he looked like. He had dark skin and he would always come to school wearing different hairstyles that Bob thought were amazing. When he laughed he started snorting and it was hilarious. Bob was so happy to know Anthony even though he knew that he was way out of his league, regardless of if boys were allowed to date other boys. He was just so much cooler than Bob was.

Bob had realized a long time ago that he wasn't going to stop finding boys physically attractive or stop himself from getting crushes on them, but as long as he didn't talk to anybody about it or confess his feelings, it wouldn't be a problem. Nobody had to know about what he was feeling. They were private feelings, and even if they were unnatural or wrong, that didn't mean they were hurting anybody.

Bob sat behind Anthony in class, and he was staring at the back of his head as he worked on a math problem, and chewed on his pencil. He'd never been the smartest when it came to doing math, or school in general, and long division was far beyond anything that he was capable of. He rather spend their class period looking at the back of Anthony's head.

He was old enough to know about gay people, and he was also old enough to know that they were very bad and he didn't want to be one of them. He didn't have a problem with them, but everybody around him did and they said that gay people were dirty and that they had a disease that would kill them. They were unnatural, and they weren't supposed to be alive. Bob knew that if he was gay, his classmates would bully him until he graduated high school, or do something worse to him. His father wouldn't love him, and he would probably be alone and friendless for his whole life. He didn't want that.

Bob knew that he wasn't gay. He had crushes on boys, but he liked girls a lot more than them. He thought girls were so pretty, and he'd even had a girlfriend for a few weeks when he was in fourth grade. They held hands and she kissed him twice during recess, and he felt his heart jump into his throat. He got crushes on girls, and he definitely liked dating them, so that meant that he wasn't gay.

He probably didn't even have a crush on Anthony. He just thought that he was cool, and that he wanted to be friends with him. Sometimes he would think about what kissing him would feel like, but that didn't mean anything. Bob wasn't gay.

"Bob! Can I borrow a pencil from you?" Bob's classmate asked.

He grabbed a pencil from his pencil case, and turned to give it to them. He made sure to grab one that didn't have bite marks all over it, from when he chewed on them. His teachers always told him to stop doing that.

"Thank you! Also, why are you staring at Anthony like that? Does he have a booger on his face, or something?"

"What? No, I wasn't staring at Anthony! I don't know what you're talking about," Bob said defensively. He knew that this was not a normal reaction to being asked why he was staring at somebody, but he was surprised by the question. "He just sits in front of me, and I was staring, uh, at the chalkboard. That's normal."

Bob's classmate laughed. "Right, sure. What, do you have a crush on him, or something?

Bob started to turn bright red in embarrassment. He knew that his classmate was joking and that he didn't actually know that Bob had a crush on Anthony, but he felt exposed in a way he didn't like. He felt like he was suddenly naked, and everybody in the classroom was staring at him. It was like a bad dream.

"No! Why would I have a crush on Anthony? He's a boy and I'm not gay. Gay people are freaks."

"Okay, okay! I was joking. You don't need to get all defensive about it. You're obviously not gay," Bob's classmate said and he rolled his eyes in annoyance before going back to doing long division.

Despite feeling happy that his classmate hadn't figured out that he had a crush on Anthony, Bob got a disappointed feeling in his chest when he heard his classmate say that he was obviously not gay. It was true, Bob was not flamboyant or feminine or anything like the gay people that he heard about in movies or on television. He didn't act gay, and he didn't look gay. That was a good thing, because he didn't want to be gay. That would make his life worse. He WASN'T gay!

He didn't know why other people telling him that made him feel sad or disappointed, like something inside of him secretly wanted to be gay, or at least have it acknowledged that he COULD BE gay, if he wanted to be. Which he wasn't, because he liked girls, and that meant that he wasn't gay.

Right?

"Are you sure that your dad isn't going to come back?"

"Not for a few hours. He's gotta close up the restaurant, and that means we have the house all to ourselves," Bob said with a smile.

He was hanging out with his boyfriend, or not boyfriend, who was named Aaron. Their relationship status depended on what day it was. They had kissed before and Bob knew that Aaron wasn't straight, but they were friends before anything else. They were both huge nerds, and they loved watching movies together and goofing off after school. Sometimes they would sneak up into Bob's bedroom or in the janitor's closet at their high school and kiss, but that didn't happen very often.

It was by chance that they'd met and realized that they were open to experimenting with each other, when nobody else was around. Aaron had confessed while they were smoking a cigarette outside that he'd thought about what it would feel like to kiss a boy or what holding hands would feel like, and that he might not be straight, and Bob had confessed that he'd wondered about the same things before.

Aaron hadn't told anybody else, and he knew that his parents would disown him if they knew about this, so it was very important that nobody else found out about their experimenting.

Bob hadn't told anybody else about his sexuality either, but he wasn't even fully convinced that he wasn't straight, or that he couldn't lie and say that he was and decide to just date women. He knew that his father wasn't the most open-minded person, but he had friends who were gay, so hopefully he wouldn't kick Bob out of the house. Even if his father didn't love him anymore, and Bob was a total disappointment. He was in a safer situation than his friend.

They were sitting on the couch together and watching movies, and anybody who saw them would think that they were just friends hanging out together. They were watching a cheesy alien movie from the seventies, and laughing at all the terrible visual effects.

Bob got a weird feeling in his chest when he thought about kissing Aaron while they were watching this movie. He felt like it wasn't allowed, or that it was an important secret that nobody else could know about. Luckily, they were alone, and nobody could tell them what to do.

Bob coughed awkwardly. "I-Is it okay if I kiss you?"

"Dude, you don't need to be so fuckin' awkward about it. We've done this before," Aaron laughed. He ran a hand through his hair confidently, and Bob blushed.

Aaron kissed him, and he felt fireworks exploding inside his stomach. Bob loved women, and kissing them felt amazing, but there was something about kissing another man that felt exciting. It was forbidden, and wrong. He felt like he was doing something illegal, like buying from the drug dealers that hung around his school and harassed students, or crashing his father's car because he was racing his friend. Anything could happen, and it was terrifying.

Bob kissed him back, and he could feel Aaron's smile on his lips. Bob started laughing, and soon they both pulled back with huge smiles on their faces. They looked like total nerds.

"Do you want me to cook something for you? I've worked at my father's restaurant since I was a kid, so I think I'm a pretty good cook," Bob asked. "I'm getting hungry so I'm going to start cooking."

"Sure, that sounds like a good plan. What are you going to make?"

"I'm not—"

Just as Bob said this, he and Aaron heard Big Bob return from where he'd been working at his restaurant. He looked frustrated, and he was muttering to himself about something.

"Stupid walk-in freezer! What's the point of doin' all that work if it's going to—" Big Bob noticed Bob and Aaron staring at him, obviously terrified of what was about to happen. "Oh. Hello, Junior. Hello Junior's friend, or whatever you two are. You're home early."

"I'm Bob's friend. We were just watchin' movies! I should probably get going now, because my parents, uh, they'll get angry if I'm home late. Thanks for inviting me over, Bobby," Aaron said. He was obviously panicking as he put on his shoes, and ran out the door.

Bob knew that they'd discuss this during school tomorrow, but the most important thing right now was convincing his father that nothing romantic was happening between them. Aaron had been at their house a lot over the past few weeks, and he knew that his father was starting to suspect something. He didn't want his father telling Aaron's parents and getting him in trouble, or worse. Bob had no idea what his parents were capable of doing, and he didn't want to put Aaron in any danger.

After Aaron left their house, Big Bob's anger returned. This time, it was directed at Bob. "Junior! What have I told you about inviting people over to our house without my permission? What were you thinking? And don't get me started on what the neighbors think about your little boyfriend…"

"He's not my boyfriend, Pops! Aaron is my friend. We were just watching movies together, I promise," Bob said nervously.

"Do you think I'm stupid, Junior? I've seen you going up to your bedroom together, and you kissin' him. You haven't had a girlfriend since you were fifteen! What am I supposed to believe? He's here every other day."

"Why don't you ever believe me? I-I told you that I'm not gay, and Aaron isn't my BOYFRIEND!" Bob shouted.

He hated arguments, even though he got into them a lot with his father, especially since his mother died. He felt tears forming in his eyes, and he tried to blink them away. He needed to stand up to his father, even if it was so difficult. There was a part of him that still needed his father's approval, and for his father to say that he loved Bob, and that he would accept him no matter what. Bob's mother told him that his father would always love and support him, he just wasn't the best at expressing that. Bob hadn't believed that for years.

He felt a burning inside his chest, because he knew that he would always be a disappointment. His father would never accept him for who he was, and he would never be good enough for him. Years of Bob suppressing his emotions and trying not to think about that caught up to him, and that mixed with the desire to protect Aaron however he could. He didn't want this to happen.

#bob's burgers #fanfiction #bob belcher #bisexual #tw homophobia #Love bob love to study him as a character

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kquil · 1 year ago

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Hii its me again! I can't get enough of your writing ❤️

🧁:

I very proudly speak 4 languages (Danish, English, German and Spanish). I am ultra sarcastic, but i zone out all the time. I ride horses, and love rabbits.

Im 5,4, have semi long brown hair, that i dye semi permanent hair colors all the time. I love like 70 music, and have quite a big collection of records. My style is downtown. I play the drums and piano. And im a hopeless romantic

Ok thats its! Dont feel pressured to do this, since you've already done requests for me ❤️❤️

thank you for sending in this request, darling! and don’t feel bad that i’ve already done requests for you, i’m aiming to complete as much of these as possible so it isn’t a problem at all!

from your description, i ship you with, Sirius Black!

i. your sarcasm in class is what draws sirius to you. he doesn’t know if you mean it but some of your sarcastic remarks have him clutching at his stomach in pain from how much it sends him into boisterous, uncontrollable laughter. you notice him a lot too since he can’t stop laughing at the things you say and only intend to utter under your breath, but you swear he has the ears of an elephant; he can hear you no matter how quiet you are.

ii. it isn’t long before you and sirius become close friends and he’s walking around with his arm strewn across your shoulders and grinning ear to ear as he converses with you. sometimes, the two of you would get into little bickering fights that aren’t too important and are rather mundane but since he can speak french (which you don’t understand) and you can speak danish, german and spanish, you simply take your pick of whichever language to argue at him with since he wouldn’t understand you while he would argue in rapid french. it sounds like a serious fight but the two of you always ultimately end up giggling with each other.

iii. sirius loves when you try a new semi-permanent hair colour, he thinks each one looks good on you and begs for you to dye his hair a semi-permanent colour too. the only problem was that he had really dark hair so it wasn’t as effective in showing. this lead to you spending multiple nights using your potions knowledge to somehow create a semi-permanent hair dye that he can use on his dark hair. this eventually leads to one of the marauders' greatest pranks of all time. seeing so many of the nasty slytherin students walking around with semi-permanent neon green hair, all for their ‘slytherin pride’ was so much fun to see.

iv. obviously, sirius adores your clothing choice as well. It looks so good on you and matches his style well. whenever you could wear casual clothing around the castle, sirius would seek you out to see what you had worn for the day and so that he could show you what he was wearing for the day as well. many people thought you were cute together and asked if you were in a relationship when sirius had you sitting in between his legs, reading a book in the common room and nuzzling his face into your neck from behind. “yeah, we’re together,” sirius answers for both of you as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. you may have missed something somewhere and turned to sirius for an explanation but his answering kiss was explanation enough.

vi. you being able to play piano is a classic but being able to play drums is impressive to sirius and he swears that he could listen to you all day drumming up beats while doing tricks with your drumsticks. you even teach him a thing or two on it, he’s not as good as you but he feels proud every time he completes a short beat and you praise him endlessly. he’s beaming brighter than the sun by the end of it all.

vii. sirius isn’t a hopeless romantic but by god do you make it easy for him to want to be one. being a ladies man, he knew how to get girls but was never committed. and since you were a hopeless romantic, you could see through his earlier disingenuous acts. you assured him that he didn’t have to push himself for you and he gave in….for a few days only. after that short time, he was determined to win you over with all the actions he used to deem as cheesy before you happened to him. now he quite enjoys picking flowers to make a small, handpicked bouquet for you or sending little origami notes to you with cute romantic sayings he thought of for you or spending his saved up money on matching jewellery for you two to wear together. he was especially enthusiastic about it when you littered kisses all over his face and held him close after every small romantic act.

viii. no honourable mention here, sorry my lovely, i quite like you with sirius black ;)

#☀︎ : 1k milestone #☀︎ : 1k #🧁 : cupcake 1k #sirus black #sirius black x reader

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myloveforhergoeson · 1 year ago

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October 5th

Prompt: Doll 🧍‍♀️

"Katie, I cannot believe you let that thing into our home."

"The four of you have enough toys in this apartment, I deserve to have some on display too!"

"Because people like RC helicopters and video games - Not creepy jesters in ratty clothes with cracked porcelain faces. You're going to curse the entire building!"

Maybe Roxy made a mistake when she asked Kendall and Katie if they wanted to check out some garage sales in the Hollywood Hills this afternoon. If she had known their trip would have ended in a big, blowout fight between the two siblings, she wouldn't have asked them to hang out at all.

The subject of the fight: A doll Katie had found in the bottom of someone's plastic bin of weird Barbies and disturbed Bratz.

Ignoring every word pouring out of her brother's mouth, the young girl proudly placed it in one of the large cubby shelves in the hallway that led to the bedrooms of 2-J.

"Would you stop being such a baby?" She asked, jingling one of the bells hanging from the doll's hat as she set it in a seated position next to one of the many toy robots the band had set there after the apartment had been remodeled. "There are no such things as curses."

The doll wasn't cursed; Roxy had made sure of that before Katie purchased it at the sale for a whopping ten cents.

Admittedly, Roxy loved it when her non-supernatural friends made such claims. It made her want to whip out her spell book and prove them wrong right then and there.

For these two... maybe a curse where one of them is always destined to wake up in the middle of the night and can't go back to sleep until someone sings to them...

Kendall's words unwillingly pulled the witch out of her daydream, "Mom's going to hate it."

"Mom's not going to let you bully me!"

At the moment, Roxy felt a lot like the jester on the shelf, just sitting there and watching the Knight siblings fight.

Weighing the pros and cons of materializing a jester hat on her head right then and there, she flinched when both of them turned to her, eyes pleading the writer to take one side over the other.

"Guys, I don't-"

"Like the doll?"

"Like Kendall?"

"Katie!"

"Ugh! You never let me have any fun!"

The youngest Knight took off down the hall, each step shaking the floor a bit as she stalked into the master bedroom she shared with her mother and slammed the door.

To her credit, Katie was right. Roxy didn't really like Kendall right now. Even if the doll was a little spooky, its deep purple and green onesie was kind of cute. The belled hat and clown make-up matched too; Whoever had made this doll put a lot of care into it and she found it nice that Katie was willing to give it a nice home.

Pinching his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose, Kendall closed his eyes and lifted his chin to the ceiling.

After a moment, he stopped, bending down to face the doll his sister had set up, and vowed, "I'll get you, you little weirdo."

Since his back was turned, Roxy had no problem swirling her finger to release some amber sparkles into the air and cast a small illusion spell.

Taking root on the doll's chipped, porcelain features, she conjured the image of razor-sharp teeth nestled between an ear-to-ear smile paired with a nice hissing sound. Good thing she had watched that nature documentary with Logan the other night and the sound of the hiss the reticulated python made was fresh in her mind.

The ear-splitting shriek Kendall let out before crying, "I'm sorry!" repeatedly as he ran to his room sent his assistant doubling over with laughter.

She just wished Katie had been there to see it.

#thats all she wrote fic #taswtober :)

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just-some-random-blogger · 8 months ago

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Happy born day Mike (:

Michael couldn’t be more excited. He looks proudly at the poster indicating the date and place of his birthday.

))))))): MY PUPPY LUV

But he intended to do something fun about it, with the pool table and maybe some game algebraic beer pong. Who knows? It was his birthday, so he did the rules.

ALGEBRAIC PINGPONG???????? 2HAT THENFUCK ISNTHAY

Michael looks defeated. Even if he stands there, angry, with the few gift bags on his hands, he feels embarrassed. He wanted to do one nice thing for himself, just once. It wasn’t as cheap to rent a hall for his birthday (he couldn’t do it anywhere else, truly, but he thinks that maybe the pub would have been nice even if few of his mates didn’t drink beer)

MY POOR BABY BOY FUCK OLIVER I NEVER LIKED THAY STUPID FUCK FUCK YOU

Michael walked as the crowd quickly dispersed, and he grabbed the few gifts he received, and looked at his distressed mates.

😭😭😭😭😭😭 cryinggg like I genuinely feel so bad for them what the fuck

“Michael” two of his friends approach him, and he looks at them “We could rescue the biscuits and the cake” They say proudly as they have it in his hands.

As he collects the pool balls, and walks upstairs to return them, he is very downhearted. He remembers the time that he invited his friends from school and only his cousins and his neighbour appeared to his party; very embarrassing and he hated celebrating his birthday with a party ever since. It was mostly his mum and granny, with his dog and cat. Nothing else, nothing too fancy.

It's on sight Oliver dafaq

He might need to apologise, and even face the idea that they might be annoyed at him, and maybe they’ll kick him out from the chess team.

I will riot if they kick him out

God, it was a lot of pink in one person.

Thanks ☺️☺️☺️💖💖💖💖💄💄💄💄💄💄

Michael blinks a bit as he looks at you, trying to process the words in his head but he fails. “Uh… this is my birthday party” he admits embarrassed and awkwardly, as he looks away to not face the shame, and he adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

My poor baby girl I'm so sorry

“Of Pi” he repeats “Like the pi from maths”

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“I am not pitying you. It is not why I like you. Come on, do you think I am pretty at least?” You ask as you change your body weight from one foot to the other while looking at him with the most alluring smile he has ever seen.

“Okay, we’ll search it” you say without any problem about it. “I could sing happy birthday to you and you can blow the candles”

Ok girl. Ur so valid for that tho

“Your bed is comfortable” You say smiling as you pat your right side for him to sit by your side. “Come, sit!”

😭😭😭😭 girl u don't live there

“Uh… Why not? We aren’t many, we are just seven, and with you we would be a pair number, so we could play a chess match since we are a pair. If you don’t know I could teach you” He offers. God, why did he accept this? Because you were pretty and all smiles with him, but he didn’t know what women like you liked…

He's so baby girl

“No…” You say again, with that damn tone that he can’t decipher. “You are not really good at hints, are you?”

😭😭😭😭😭 nope but you been knew

He stays silent, looking at you as he tries to get it. “Eh… no, but I am really good at maths…”

💔💔💔💔💔💔 I want him

It was different from how he imagined. He thought that at his first time, he would lead the way, he would be confident (because he knew about porn and how these things worked) and he would be dominant enough. Yet now, he feels unsure, trembling as his balls shaked in need to release, because you were amazing and so hot.

This is why people should RADICALLY decrease watching porn (I say as I read porn 😋) BUT FR ITS DIFFERENT

“You wanna see my tits?” You ask with a sweet tone, as if it was the normalest question ever. You have seen his eyes drop to your breasts and then to your face, it was cute.

HAAHHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

You giggle at his words, he surely was odd from all the guys you knew. Perhaps his lack of experience, perhaps his nerdy personality. You don’t know, but you find yourself wanting to do all filthy and kinky things with this nerdy man.

Samedt

“Here” You say, grabbing his hand and leaving your panties in his hand. He looks at you, and you add “Another gift. You can keep it” [...] “Thank you..” he says as he appreciates this odd gift. He has no idea what use it may have apart from the sentimental one, but maybe it is like his own trophy?

😭😭😭😭😭😭✋ man's like I don't understand you but thank you HAJAJSJSJJS

Now he knows. Why men went to war for women. Why Troy was destroyed, for stealing one woman. Why men went insane for the touch of a woman. He gets it now.

“I wanna make you feel good” He says looking at you, almost begging for you to teach him how. He wants to know the secrets that could have you squirm and moan crazily over him, as he was over you.

“Your hand” You say, and he got the clue now. He is a quick learner, and instead of letting you hold his hand, he moves it down to your pussy.

I loved this bimbo x nerd if everything

This party is boring... wanna leave?

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Summary: The party you are in is boring, so you ask a cute nerd guy to leave with you... that is, until you find out this is his birthday party.

✧Pairing: Michael Gavey x Fem!Reader

✧Warnings: MDNI 18+, p in v, virginity loss, oral (m receiving), overall sweet, michael being a total nerd virgin.

✧Word Count: 7.8k

✧AO3 link: here

note: so i saw this tweet in my 2020 ig histories and i said... michael gavey coded, and here we are. Here is the original tweet (wendy and joy from red velvet haha) and AGAIN this is infinite i swear i am allergic to write things under 5k

Michael couldn’t be more excited. He looks proudly at the poster indicating the date and place of his birthday.

Nothing too glamorous, he rented one of the halls for hire in Oxford, the same one that they used for the Christmas party that (to no one’s surprise) he wasn’t invited. But he intended to do something fun about it, with the pool table and maybe some game algebraic beer pong. Who knows? It was his birthday, so he did the rules.

And he had a few friends he could invite, of course, renting a whole hall seems…. exaggerated, but truly, he couldn’t get a pool table in his room. He paid for this only for the pool table. Besides, he liked his Norman no mates friends. Friends if you could call them that; they were as friend to him as Oliver Quick once was. Just that this once… he won’t get too attached.

Well, ‘friends’ would actually be mates from the chess club, so they weren’t exactly popular these days. They barely had a girl in the group, so they weren’t great with girls either. Besides, the only other girl that he knew had agoraphobia so… it wasn’t happening.

His mum made some little biscuits and cupcakes for his day, since she came to have a little celebration just for him and her in a near-by cafe at college. He could skip a few classes to be with his mum on his birthday, after all.

The night started interestingly. The space was obviously much larger than what he thought it could be, so they hung around the couch and the pool table. He felt the victory as he won two chess matches and a pool game. Maybe it was birthday luck, since everything was coming up as great.

As they talked about which opening was their favourite, Michael heard a little knock. Once he approached the crystal door, he saw Oliver with Felix by his side, with some liquor bottles.

Michael frowned a bit, as he was pretty sure he rented the room, he did it with a lot of anticipation and made sure no one else did before him. And it was crystal clear that he didn’t invite Oliver. Sure, in their friendship, he once or twice talked about doing something about his birthday, but he never invited Oliver.

“Hey Mikey” Oliver says, with an shit eating grin, and Michael has to roll his eyes, by how smug and prideful he looked. An absolute jerk, if you asked him. Oliver didn’t even wear his glasses anymore, and was all parties and relevancy thanks to Felix. “Come on”

Before Michael could stop them, Oliver passes by his side, as Felix follows him patting Michael’s shoulder with a smirk (he could swear it was in a patronising way) and people follow from behind as Oliver looks in the room for the music speaker of the rented room.

Michael walked as the crowd quickly dispersed, and he grabbed the few gifts he received, and looked at his distressed mates.

“Oliver you cannot be here, I rented the room” Michael screams as the room noise is quick to appear, so different from the silence of their small reunion.

“I saw your pamphlet” Oliver says nonchalantly as he successfully manages to get the aux cable. “Birthday, eh?” He says mockingly

“I rented it! You have to get out” He says almost screaming, as the same way he did once they met, when he asked Oliver to say a sum for him to say.

“If you can get all of us out, mate… sure” Oliver shrugs, clearly not minding.

The room fills very quickly, sitting on the couches and talking as they get vases with something to drink, or beer cans.

“Michael” two of his friends approach him, and he looks at them “We could rescue the biscuits and the cake” They say proudly as they have it in his hands.

He couldn’t fake to look at least smug, so he nods a bit numbly. “Yeah, sure.” He says a bit disoriented, looking around “The rest left?”

“This was not a party, we assumed…”

“Not really our thing. Though Tim and Steve stayed to see if they could get any girls”

Michael hums, and he doesn’t know what to exactly think, since he didn’t expect this. He was organised, he liked things to be as he already planned. It made him secure, and it was only logical. But this interruption made him anxious.

“I gotta save the pool balls” He says to his friends “They are going to fine me if I lose one of them”

“What… we do with this?” His friend asks about the food.

“Uhm… take the biscuits with you…” Michael says. “And the cake… leave it on the library next to the pool table, and hide it… please”

He comes back for the cake as he tries to explain the situation to the people that manage the rented halls, there was not much for them to do, and he is suspicious that maybe Oliver or Felix paid them to keep the room. At least they promised not to charge if anything broke, and he was happy with that.

So, money wasted, party ruined and they couldn’t even sing to him happy birthday.

He walks from between the crowd as he steals a beer. Fuck it, it wasn’t eve stealing since they ruined his party. He takes a break, since he feels really discouraged. He knows his mates are not really social butterflies, but more leaning to being socially anxious. He might need to apologise, and even face the idea that they might be annoyed at him, and maybe they’ll kick him out from the chess team.

He drinks his beer, looking at how Oliver and Felix hyped the whole thing out, people sitting on the pool table… He hopes his cake is intact. He looks at his beer can as he move it a little to stir the liquid (he totally doesn’t want to look miserable AND like an imbecile)

“Hey” A voice calls him as he drinks from his beer. He has to look up to the prettiest girl that has ever approached him, probably. You wear a pink pleated mini skirt, with a short baby pink hoodie that he could see your bright pink bra underneath. God, it was a lot of pink in one person.

You look at him as he blinks a bit, and you look at him with an alluring smile as if waiting for him to say something, and once he doesn’t, you continue.

“This party is kinda boring” you start saying, with a soft smile and a bright in your eyes as you look at him, doing all your best efforts to flirt with him “Do you wanna leave together?”

“Oh” you say looking at him, your smile fading a bit, a bit worried about your comment. “Oh, I’m sorry” you say, grabbing his forearm. “Didn’t mean to be rude”

“No problem” he says, looking at how your hand rests on his forehead, almost caressing it slowly.

“I suppose you didn’t invite all these people, did you? It was kind of a last minute call” you say looking at him, actually interested in him. “You seem pretty out of place for that”

“No… It was for me and my mates”

“Ohh…” You say looking around, and you feel a bit of pity, which he doesn’t want nor needs. “Well, I would have brought a gift.” You say, trying to cheer him up “What is your name?”

Did they send you to make fun of him? Must be.

“Michael Gavey” He says, and he refuses to look at you, not to give you or them the satisfaction.

“Michael” you repeat, and you tell him your name too. “You are cute” you add.

He blushes and looks at you as if you just insulted him, his eyes open and he frowns a bit. He turns his head away in shame.

“Thank you” he murmurs, not sure of what to think.

“So… your birthday is today.” You say tapping your thighs a bit. “How… randomly, I didn’t know”

“I like my birthday” He murmurs, drinking his beer hesitantly “Tis’ the day of Pi”

“Day of Pie?” You ask frowning, your arms in your back as you lean in the wall.

“Of Pi” he repeats “Like the pi from maths”

“Ohh, the circle thing” You say nodding and smiling, as you now understand. “Why is it the day of pi..? Ohh, it is because today it’s fourteen of March”

“Yeah” He says, as he looks at his shoes a bit embarrassed. He usually would think you were stupid, who the fuck confuses Pi with Pie? But you were the only one caring enough.

“You seem to like maths, like your.. Your shirt” you say pointing it out at his maths pun, and he becomes aware that he has been, in fact, wearing that shirt all the time.

Fuck, did he really fought with Oliver and with the rental people with a Math pun shirt? No wonder no one took him seriously.

“Ah, yeah…” He says awkwardly. You were very much engaging in the conversation, scooping on his interests little by little.

“Do you know that I am flirting with you, right?” You say looking at him in the eyes and he looks from his shoes to your face, a bit surprised and panicked.

“Ehm… me? What for?”

“Because you are cute, like I said” you repeat “And it is your birthday”

“You don’t have to pity me because of that…”

God, the question sounds stupid, because you are not only pretty, but you are the hottest girl ever, looking at him as he freezes in place. Your eyes could trap him, as enchanting as they were, and your diminutive clothing was driving him insane.

“Eh… yes” he murmurs. “Very pretty…”

He seems perplexed about the straightforwardness of this whole thing, and he is very confused. Where has this night taken him?

“I meant what I said. The party… is meh. You and I could leave together, if you want”

He blinks, as his tongue wets his lips as he suddenly feels frozen in place. His eyes look at your expression as if you were joking, and he is unsure what to think.

“Uh… well, I have to get my cake, really, m-my mates saved it on the back of the library in hopes nobody would find it..:” He starts saying, not really sure why he is telling you this.

“Okay, we’ll search it” you say without any problem about it. “I could sing happy birthday to you and you can blow the candles”

That’s how you are now following him like a puppy, as he takes out the cake from behind some decorations that weren't hiding the cake very well, but it is mostly intact.

You two walk together, to leave and Michael thinks that never felt so ashamed. He felt like doing the shame walk, as he passed through the people with a fucking birthday cake and a pretty girl following him.

“Let’s go to your dorm!” You tell him with a happy smile, your hand on his shoulder as you lean closer to tell him that as you both walk together.

He is confused how you’ll give him a gift if they weren’t in your room, but he accepts, as his dorm isn’t actually so far away from the rented halls, so he guides you upstairs, and upstairs, at the point where he hears you whine because of your heels.

You look a bit amazed as he enters his dorm, leaving the cake on his desk and moving to turn on the bedside lamp. He looks around, and you are taking off your heels and being just in socks. He blinks as he looks at you. Doing that means she’s comfortable here, he thinks.

“Ah, eh…. Have a seat in the…” You sit on the edge of his bed, next to his pillows and he blinks. He wanted to say ‘in the desk chair’ but he guessed it was too late.

“Your bed is comfortable” You say smiling as you pat your right side for him to sit by your side. “Come, sit!”

Michael blinks. He dries his sweat palm by rubbing his hands on his thighs a bit awkwardly, as he takes a seat on the edge of his bed by your side. Your legs were tucked under your body, already comfortable, while he is rigid and tense, all awkwardness in comparison.

“And your mates are still at the party?” You ask looking at him, batting your eyelashes at him with a sweet smile as you lean your body weight to your hand, right beside him.

“Uhm… eh, well, they told me they left, so it was a bit rushed… I don’t know, I could call them if you.. Want to sing to me happy birthday and that…” he says a bit hesitant, and he is a bit unsure of his words when you chuckle a bit, if you knew a secret “B-Because we couldn’t… I mean we didn’t have the time for that, and my mum bought that cake because it is my favourite..:” he rambles as his cheeks are pink with embarrassment.

You were divine. In more than one way, you were the prettiest girl that he had ever talked to. And you were also the first girl in his dorm. And this close to him. And the first one to be interested in him.

“Ah, of course… I bet it is tasty, it is sweet that your mum bought it for your party” You say smiling, as you look at him “Well, I don’t think we should call them here”

“It’s not that, Mikey” you say softly, looking at him with an alluring smile, leaning slightly closer to him, which is dangerous, because it is the moment he has to decide if to look at your face or your tits. “It is because I wanna give you a gift”

Michael blinks. “Oh.”

“Yeah… It would be awkward if they were here”

His mind is numb, and he looks at you a bit confused “... Because they already gave me a gift?”

You have to suppress a laugh, as you shake your head and look down a bit. He takes the opportunity to look at your tits briefly.

“No…” You say again, with that damn tone that he can’t decipher. “You are not really good at hints, are you?”

He stays silent, looking at you as he tries to get it. “Eh… no, but I am really good at maths…”

You chuckle a bit, as you look at his face with a look he (again) cannot decipher.

“Of course you are” you say sitting slightly closer, and he stays still as he looks at you and your tits coming closer to him “Your birthday it is in the day of Pi” you made sure to say the last word correctly, emphasising on it, and he nods a bit.

“Yeah…” he murmurs looking at you as he licks his lips, and his glasses slide ever so slightly on his nose as he has to look down at your face

“I wanna give you a gift…” you repeat, and it is now that he feels your hand slide to his thigh and closer to his crotch. And his breath freezes on his throat as he feels your hand move slowly to rub his dick from above his clothes, and the traitor practically gets hard instantly at something that isn't his own hand.

Michael practically freezes at your touch, as your hand slowly rubs his jeans where his erection was forming. Your eyes look at him as you smile, god, you were so provocative it made his brain go off. He couldn't take his eyes out of your face as he opened his mouth to pant a bit, a bit unsure of if to stop this or make it keep going. It is not like he doesn’t want to do… this, but a little part of him still thinks you are just mocking him and probably there were popular jerks waiting outside to make fun of him for falling for someone so out of his league.

But you were so pretty, lookin at him with tender eyes. As he seems so hesitant about it all. It wasn’t like he didn’t want this, but he just… wasn’t sure what to do, because this was confusing all his thoughts. How could he even impress you?

It is you who leans to capture his lips. On yours with a kiss, slow and calm, since he was so inexperienced. It was his first kiss, as a girl rubs his cock. He surely was dreaming.

“Do you want it?”

He blinks confused, his lips briefly open and all flustered as your hands keep on hardening his cock. “Um… yes” He swallows hard as his eyes are closed due to how good (and strange) it feels. To have a girl doing this with him.

“You’ve done this before?” You ask looking at his eyes, and his glasses are sliding on his nose and he doesn’ even notice, and your hand pat his cock which makes him whimper a bit.

“Eh… yes, but with myself. I mean, b-by myself, like with my hand, that is…”

You giggle at his naiveness, and you add “I meant if you have ever had sex”

Michael looks at you surprised, and he adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose again. You were so direct, and this was unlike anything that had happened in his life. You confused him, with your plays and teases, he was more simple, and more straightforward. “No…” He whispers in reply, breathing a little heavily now as you squeeze him through his pants.

Your smile is confusing, since he doesn’t know what it means. Well, he doesn’t get the clue to. Most things you do anyways. “It is your birthday” you repeat “My treat, I’ll make you feel so good, Mikey”

He looks down at his pants as you unbuckle his belt. There was something about you, so seductive and sensual as you did all torturously slow. You weren’t rushed, and even did it for his sake, as he looked so frozen by it all.

You turn your head to look up to him as you also zip down his pants. He tried to think about anything else, because he felt on fire.

“Can you take these off?” You ask him kindly, and he looks. Briefly confused. “I really wanna suck you off”

Oh god. He almost cums on his pants. Oh god. He repeats on his mind as he moves a bit to take off his pants, at least to his knees. Oh god, oh god. His mind tried to remain sane, he tried to think about some maths, the comfort of simple logic tries to centre himself.

You look pleasantly surprised by his size, and you hummed in delight and he saw how you bite your lower lip. His cocks spring free, fully hard and the precum leaking out from the tip. He looked nervously at you, as his cock practically begged your attention and affections, and he could feel a turmoil form on his stomach as he pleaded with his eyes for you to do something about it.

“So big…” you praise him with a smirk, and he looks away in shame as he blushes. It was a good thing, he thinks, but he cannot help but feel hesitant.

You gently grab the base as your left hand rests on his left thigh, helping you as you lean down to capture the tip on your mouth, and he leans slightly back as if trying to squirm away. He looks at you, overwhelmed at the warm and moist sensation around his cock, ever so slightly, but so intense at the same time. He pants as if he just ran a marathon, looking down at you as his balls tighten and feel so ready to cum. But he forces himself not to.

“Oh… A-Ah, fuck…” he says as you take his dick out of your mouth to lick it, from his balls to his tip. God, no one really prepares you to know how easy it is to cum when a girl sucks you off.

He tries to think of equations, some diagrams or anything, anything to not cum so fast. You have his cock again in your mouth, sucking on his tip and your tongue moves to tease him as well. He was going insane.

He looks at you, with your bright eyes full of delight and mischief looking up back at him, as his cock was deeper and deeper on your throat, making its way through your warm mouth.

And you didn’t seem to mind how the drool was spilling out from your mouth, wettening your chin and how you gagged slightly the more deep you swallowed him. He was amazed, truly, looking down at you as you sucked him off.

Maybe he didn’t know a thing about this all. He thinks, as his shoulders tense from how good the head of his cock feels in your warm throat. It sends shivers on his spine and he has to whimper pathetically.

“You are so perfect…, I swear” He mumbles without breath, whimpering pathetically. You would have giggled, because he didn’t need to swear, but he was cute to do so.

You move your hand to take the hair out of his face, and you grab his right hand, and he doesnt get at first what you mean, until you let his hand on your hair, it is when he understands that you want him to guide you and move his hips.

His own hips hesitate at the beginning , strange at how he is supposed to move without looking ridiculous or being uncomfortable. Instead, he takes your hair carefully, with both hands as he leaves a deep breath out.

His little whimpers are amazing, and so hot, you love to hear it. It was almost quiet, very low, but it was a delight to hear how he whimpers as his cock twitches in your mouth.

He moves your hair up and down on his body, fucking your face slowly. He didn’t want to be reckless, and when you needed to, he allowed you to have air from time to time.

His balls were on fire, and his dick was so hard and it felt so good as you deepthroated him that he was at the verge of cumming.

“I’m… oh, I'm going to cum, m’sorry…” he whimpers, moving your head onto his cock more harshly, but still careful not to make a mess and make you choke on his cock. He would feel bad if he hurt you like that, especially when you do him a favour.

His hips hesitate as he starts cumming, and he releases your head because he guesses it could be overwhelming. But you do not back away, rather swallow all of his spending in your mouth, savouring it delighted as you looked up to him, and he opened his mouth in awe.

You were his wettest dream come true.

What are the chances, the possibility that a pretty girl like you, just looked at him and decided to do this? To give him the best head ever? To help him lose his virginity, thinking he is worth the chance when you are out of his league?

He is a man of mathematics and logic. And even being good at probability, he knew the chances were almost zero. Almost.

And you looked so brightly at him as you cleaned some of his cum dripping down from your chin and licking it, not to waste a bit.

“It… it was good?”

“Yeah” you say without a breath, as you smile. “I love your dick, it is so… amazing” He can almost cum again when he sees you lick your lips.

“Oh.” He says a bit flustered, his mind almost numb from his orgasm. “T-Thank you…”

It is your smile who makes him smile a bit, awkwardly and with his cheeks red. He cannot believe this is luck. He is dumb struck, looking at your lovely face with still red cheeks and a wide smile. And you just sucked him off.

He is guilty, and he looks down at your tits for a brief moment, but looks quickly at your face, as if ashamed of doing that. But you still have that alluring smile, looking at him. He still doesn’t get what it means, but he goes along with the flow.

“You wanna see my tits?” You ask with a sweet tone, as if it was the normalest question ever. You have seen his eyes drop to your breasts and then to your face, it was cute.

Oh my god. He will likely cum immediately at the sight. He knows it, and his cheeks are red as he thinks of your question.

“Yeah, please…” He asks without breath, as he accommodates in bed trying for his cock not to give him away.

“I would have worn something way cuter if I knew this was going to happen” You explain taking out your jacket, and to his no-surprise, you didn’t wear a shirt underneath, just the bright pink bra that poked out of your jacket.

“You look beautiful” he murmurs looking at your still clothed breasts, and he then looks up to your face. “You… If this is your less fancy outfit, then god damn me”

You take off your bra, with quickness, as he looks at you completely mesmerised by your nakedness in front of him. He blinks at your perky nipples completely to his sight, and his mind just goes off. He is pretty sure that if you asked him what 1 plus 1 was, he’d say a pair of fine tits.

“You can touch me, Mikey” you say with a teasing tone, that makes him look at your expression for a brief moment. “Like you can grope my tits and all…”

The boldness of her offer makes him salivate, he is sure, and the desire within him is just intense and he knows he has to. His left hand reaches out cautiously and grasps your right breast.

Your soft sigh is enough for him to do it slightly more confidently, but still not too harsh. He doesn’t actually know how hard it hurts if someone gropes too aggressively, and so he prefers to be gentle with you, because you deserve all of it.

“Here. Give me your other hand” You say, and before you can extend your hand to grab his, his right hand goes to your other breasts, as if he was waiting for it.

Your breath hitches before you giggle a bit, as he doesn’t understand you. His face is red, from embarrassment, from touching a girl, a very much real girl that desires him too, and from awkwardness in him.

“I meant, give me your hand” You say taking his right hand from your breast and he doesn’t wanna let go, but he does anyway. “I wanna… Mm. I wanna to show you something”

Again with coded words, he was unaware of its meaning. But he waited for you to tell him, as you looked at him with a smile as you waited for him to say it.

“Oh, uh…” Michael mutters as his brain finally took notice it was his turn to say something. “Eh… okay? Show me…” he says unsure what to say.

You guide his left hand down, under your skirt. He just noticed that you had not taken off your skirt yet, as he was still clothed and with his pants down. But he didn’t mind it so much as you pressed his hand against your clothed pussy.

“You.. Y-You are really wet” he says slightly amazed, and you nod with a smile as he just leaves his hand there, a bit amazed as his fingers do the slightest move to spread the wetness on his fingers. You hum in delight as you feel how bold he might be becoming.

“Yeah, I am” you nod to him with a smile, and he looks at you flustered, as he leaves an awkward chuckle. “And your cock is hard again”

He looked down at his dick, and in fact, he was getting hard again. He looked back at you, and he smiled a bit embarrassed. You were also smiling, and that was the only clue he got to know that you were having the time of your life.

“It’s because you are so hot…” he says in a weak attempt to justify himself. “and so pretty”

You laugh, as you kneel slightly to take off your skirt and kick it somewhere in his bedroom. You were only wearing your panties now, and he felt like a salivating dog wagging his tail at the sight. God he was pathetic.

He looked at you, and before he could try to do anything, you say.

“It will be better if you sit properly in the bed, not the edge. So you can lean back in the pillows”

He has no idea why he should lean back in the pillows, but again, he is not the one doing demands in this. In his eyes, you are doing him a favour, this was his wettest dream, and you surely got nothing from it.

He takes off his pants and he crawls to sit in the bed, his back against the pillows (he used at least three, he found it more comfortable) and so he watched at you with a smile, as you kneel up again, now to take off your panties.

“I swear that if i knew, I would have worn a prettier pair of underwear” you start teasingly, as you move your hands to the sides of your panties to take them off.

Oh god, he thinks once again, as the image of a naked woman is enough to send him into numbness again. He was just gaining confidence to take some part in this, but he was just so inexperienced, he had to decide on either cum desperately or trying to last longer, and he didn’t know that the last took all of his brain energy.

“Here” You say, grabbing his hand and leaving your panties in his hand. He looks at you, and you add “Another gift. You can keep it”

He looks at you, slightly amazed by it. He holds your panties in his hand, and he can feel the wetness of it, knowing that you were (and are) so wet right now drives him insane. He looks at you and he blinks a bit surprised, and honestly, much more aroused.

“Thank you..” he says as he appreciates this odd gift. He has no idea what use it may have apart from the sentimental one, but maybe it is like his own trophy?

You get comfortable, still kneeling on the bed, you crawl to be atop of his lap. Each knee on the side of his thighs, and he has to look up to see you. Maybe his favourite part about this is how your tits are in front of his face. He loves it.

“Your hand” She asks, and when she extends her hand he is clever enough not to make the same mistake twice. He passes her his hand, and she guides it to her pussy once again.

Now he knows. Why men went to war for women. Why Troy was destroyed, for stealing one woman. Why men went insane for the touch of a woman. He gets it now.

Your pussy drips wet as he touches it; bare and warm. He is surprised, in all honesty, as his fingers are rigidly moving forward and back. It is not rough; but it is rigid enough to let know his inexperience in the matter.

“This is about you” You say, your hands moving to the edge of his shirt, to take it off from him. He helps you in it, and he leaves a breath as now both of you were naked in front of each other.

Your soft hand caresses his chest. He is no muscular guy; yet you caress him so tenderly that he has to look at you with that puppy look. He really wants to make you feel good.

“Tell me what to do.” He asks again, he looks pathetically needy to you; eager to make you cum on his fingers, and eager to learn how to please you. His fingers linger hesitantly around your pussy, and he does his best guiding himself from little experience and instinct.

You smirk as you bite your lower lip as you let a little whimper out. He was cute and hot, more than most guys you knew from before. Maybe getting with the nerd was a fantastic idea.

“I want you to fuck me” You say instead, smiling at him “I want your cock, not your fingers- for now. Besides, this is about you. You are the birthday boy”

As your hips lower on his lap, he takes off his fingers and looks at you sitting above his cock. You grind slightly as he opens his mouth agape slightly, the mere thought of fucking you has him all excited, and aroused.

“I do wanna.. Do that” Michael says with a longing smile, as you nod to him. The feeling of your pussy rubbing against his own dick. He can’t take it anymore, he longs for you too much.

He is clumsy as he moves his hips, the head of his cock passing eagerly through your folds in search of your entrance, and he looks up at you as you moan at the feeling. He got something right.

His puppy eyes catch your attention as his tip presses on your centre, and you look down at him a bit breathlessly. “You can’t cum so fast, Mikey. I want you to enjoy it” He nods when you tell him that, and he leaves a shaky breath at the feeling.

“I… I’ll try…” He says looking at you, trying his best to hold back. But your body is too tempting for him. He is going to pass out, surely.

You move to search for something in your clothes, and you take a condom from somewhere. He isn’t too sure. He is looking at the ceiling waiting for you as he thinks on some hard equation from class, and he tries for the burning turmoil on his belly, full of lust and desire to calm down even a bit. He wants to have you moaning on his cock so hard, he will need strength.

Your movement is fluid when you put the condom on his length, and he is sure you have done this so many times. On other occasions, he’ll think something witty about it, but now he is rather intimidated. How is he supposed to compete with your experiences?

You move your hips slightly, as you start to sit down on his cock from one move. Slow and soft, he is sure you make sure it isn’t so intense for him, as your walls have a tight grip on his hard cock, and the feeling of finally being inside of a woman is incredibly intimate. His cock pulsates on your insides, and he has to look down, enjoying the sight of his thick cock stretching your pussy.

“Fuck…” You say breathlessly as you throw your head back, moaning in delight as you move your hips slightly.

“You’re so warm… and thigh..” he pants, his hands go to your hips as you ride him.

“It feels nice?”

“More than that” He says looking up to you, and he whimpers as you move your hips.

“I’ll let you get used to it.” You tell him softly “I think it could be a bit overwhelming, I guess”

“Yeah. A bit” he says with an awkward smile which makes you smile too, and you grab his cheeks as you lean a bit to kiss him softly.

His enthusiasm is endearing, as he tries to passionately kiss you, but you are sticking with the slowness of it all. He whimpers a bit on your mouth as he can feel how your cunt tightens around him.

Once you are apart, his glasses are again slowly sliding down on the bridge of his nose and you bite your lower lip as you hold a moan. God, what a hot nerd you are fucking.

“You are so amazing” He murmurs, looking up to you “And you feel so good…”

“Uh huh…” You hum as you whimper a bit, and so does he.

“And I have… I have never done this before…” He mutters looking at where your pussy swallows his dick.

“I know” You say, giving him a peck. “But you make me so aroused, so hot…”

Michael blinks a bit confused, but he gains slight confidence in this. He nods at you and he lets his hands fall by the side of your legs, and he can only focus on the way that you ride him. You squeeze him, in all the way he can think of. Your cunt is squeezing his shaft. Your knees are squeezing his legs. All of your existence squeezes him, and he loves the feeling.

He looks up at your face, you are moaning openly and you have your eyes closed as your hands rest on his biceps, helping you bounce on his cock. You look amazing.

And your tits, God, your tits. Bouncing on his face as you ride him, all perky and perfect for him, and the sight of your tits make him leak more precum in the condom, as he tilts his hips slightly up so he gets deeper in the warmth of your cunt.

He stays looking at you, while his balls are tightening at how wet your pussy is. He is mesmerised by you, he cannot even find himself letting any sound out of his mouth. He is almost numb, looking at you as he makes you moan like this.

He is making you moan desperately as you ride him. He is the one responsible to see how aroused he truly has you. You lean your body closer to his chest, moaning as you ride him, and he bites his lip desperate to cum.

His own hips rut back to yours, thrusting clumsily as you sink down on his cock. Your pussy clenches around his cock, and he’s fully engrossed in the sensation.

Michael wants to cum so bad. He doesn’t think he has ever been in such a need to cum.It’s all his foggy mind can think of, cumming and you. And cumming in you, those two subjects interrelationate.

“Tell me” He pleads, which makes you look at him again “Please, tell me how to make you cum”

His puppy eyes, how his glasses are slightly off on him, makes you moan almost on his face.

“Your hand” You say, and he got the clue now. He is a quick learner, and instead of letting you hold his hand, he moves it down to your pussy.

You moan at the feeling of his hesitant hand there, and he laughs a bit breathlessly, growing slightly bolder and he loves how desperate you seem. “Teach me”

“Fine, fine, wait..” You say stopping your movements, as reluctant you both may be to that.

You lean slightly back, your hand goes to grab his knee to help you not fall. He can see more of your pussy like that, and you sigh as if trying to think clearly.

“Here” You say, grabbing his wrist and moving it slightly up. He has no idea what you mean, but he is learning, so he follows your lead. “This is my clit, so you rub it… Not harshly, not too aggressive. It can be intense, but… you have to do it gently. Firm, but gently”

He has no idea how to do both, but he’ll try. Before he can start, you grab his wrist again, and he is confused. What else is there that you take so long to say?!

You take his hand up, and your mouth is quick to engulf his index and middle finger inside, wettening them with your own saliva before letting them go; not without leaving a provocative lick beforehand.

“Now” You say with a slight smile “Just gently.” You repeat, and he nods.

He is so going to cum just from seeing you lick his fingers so lustfully.

Michael tries his best, he does. His fingers find the little thing, so small, and he is unsure what response something so tiny could do. But anyways, he does as told. His fingers hesitate before rubbing slightly there, left to right at the beginning, and then up and down.

“F-Fuck!” You say almost closing your legs around his hand and dick, but you force yourself to remain open. Your other hand goes to hold you onto the mattress of the bed, so you don’t fall. You are leaning backwards now, and he can see your body in all it’s glory.

It does have an amazing effect, he realises, as he rubs circles on your clit and you moan even higher, your legs tremble as you force them open, and you start lowering on his cock again. Unlike the last time, you don’t take the time to make sure his cock enters and comes out fully, but you just grind against it, and when you move up and down, it is barely just in the base of his cock. But the tip? It never leaves your wetness.

He wishes he could see the bump of his cock on your belly. He looks at your abdomen, and he can practically imagine how the shape of his cock would poke out from your abdomen.

“I want to cum” He says, panting as his brain is overwhelmed. He is overdoing things, he tries to rationalise this, but between rubbing your clit, your cunt wrapping around his cock and his moans leaving his mouth, he feels like he will pass out any moment now.

“M-Me too” You whine, desperate as your hips rut more desperate on his cock, and that turns him even more.

He has made a girl desperate for him. And he’ll make a girl cum on his cock.

Michael makes sure to rub your clit in a delicious manner. Or what he guesses is a delicious manner. And since you almost sob your moans, he’d say he is doing a fucking amazing job.

“FUCK” He says as he feels your cunt squeeze him so much, that his mind practically goes blank “I-I’m cumming” He barely gets the words out as he feels himself spent on the condom inside.

He moans, loudly, it could be embarrassing if it wasn’t so pleasurable, and he has to throw his head back from the pleasure on how his shoulders tense up.

You grab his wrist, and he gets the clue that he has to keep his touch on your clit. Your cheeks are red from stimulation, and as he pants and whimpers from his orgasm, as he rubs your clit. It doesn’t take long, as you practically cum all over his cock, milking his dick and making sure his balls go empty.

Even if he orgasmed first, your peak leaves him dry, and spent in more than one way. He doesn’t think he will ever hear a girl moan so loud and pleased as you when you cum thanks to him.

When you fall to his side, he takes off the condom, leaving it on his bedside table. He looks at you, panting hard on his side, and he feels the same, as he looks at you, still mesmerised by you.

He searches for your hand, awkwardly, and he moves you slightly closer to him.

You both remain breathlessly, pants as you two face the ceiling.

“So” You start saying, and he turns his head to yours, and you have another of your mischievous, alluring smiles on your face. “Have you blown the candles?”

#Michael gavey fanfic #michael gavey smut

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jeju-tangerine · 2 years ago

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too many people and too many problems and too many proudly and too many cute !

#veltalk #boys planet posting

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moonianbbyg · 3 years ago

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Love Secrets

part one

a few days ago i made a google form asking you guys to fill out some astrology questions that have to do a lot with love. — in this post i’m talking about confirmed observations (mostly opinions) you guys have made. perfect guide to know all the secrets on how to get with your crush <3

[ N/A will be put if you guys didn’t write anything for that placement.]

ᥫ᭡ Q.1: What’s your Venus sign & how do you act once you like someone?

Aries - these individuals will try to find any excuse to spend time with their crush or are the type to force a dry convo going just to talk to their crush. Depending on how much they like that person they’re either showing their crazy side early on are keeping it cool to not seem desperate. They also pay extreme attention to their hygiene once they like somebody and are willing to dress to impress! They definitely won’t be the type to admit they have feelings for you but will let you know and give obvious hints

Taurus - with this one you either have to simply know or you won’t since these people keep their crushes very private and are the type to always talk about you to their friends. They fear rejection and don’t want to seem too weird because when it comes to love they for sure are perfectionists! Sometimes they’ll even catch themselves feeling dumb for falling for someone since they usually don’t end up in a long term relationship with their love interests.

Gemini - literal analyzers. They have to be sure in what/who they want in order to know if they should give their all and put a lot of effort into this crush or if it’s just a little phase of liking that person! Will definitely be open to starting the conversation, they’ll ask their crush many questions just to get to know them better. These people are the type to want to be the only one who’s able to make their crush laugh and may get upset if someone else has their attention. Before this very talkative phase (while they’re analyzing the whole situation) they won’t really make it clear that they like that one person literally no one will be able to tell since they’ll try to put on a very neutral and nonchalant act.

Cancer - You’ll just know they like you because they make it so obvious! Usually a Cancer Venus comes off rude or friendly - no one between. But with their crush they’ll try to be very nice and cute. They want their crush to adore them and find them adorable, they’re the type to pay attention to what they’ll say or wear around them, might even practice in their head what they’ll say today to them and make sure it’s impressing. It will be hard for these individuals to express their feelings towards their crush but if they’re crush is as stubborn as them they’ll make sure to give many, very clear hints and if that doesn’t work out either they’ll just take the risk and admit everything. Patience and intuition is the key with them!

Leo - it’s a big hit or miss with these people. Having a Leo Venus can actually often indicate problems with commitment issues since they never know what they truly want - and if they think they do, the crush is most likely to last for a very short time. They prefer to start off as friends or they have to get to know their crush enough first because they hate getting with someone who isn’t impressive enough. If they can’t brag about who they’re with proudly then that love story is a goodbye instantly. When a Leo Venus has feelings for someone they’re the type to bully them but that’s really out of love, their crush could text them “Hi” and they’d respond with “Hey ugly”. They mostly do this since that’s an easy way for them to tell if their crush is interested or not because this little rude comments they make earn a lot of attention and if somebody isn’t interested in them they’ll know because they won’t be desperate to compete with a Leo Venus! When these people actually like someone they can become stalkers and good at paying attention to what their crush likes, they’re the type to buy the newest ring for their crush just because they heard they wanted it!

Virgo - if they’re not starting off as friends with their crush it most likely won’t work out because they test their crush’s loyalty meanwhile the friendship. They’ll get very shy and will often offer to help you out just to show you they care for you. Sometimes they might come off as if they’re giving their crush mixed signals but that’s because they don’t want to seem like a try too hard and are keeping things cool, after all they won’t chase their crush forever and most times not at all. These individuals know their worth. A Virgo Venus loves physical touch and might try to play fighting with their person or try to help them zip up their dress. They like to be touchy since that’s their way of slightly teasing their love interest! These individuals will take any opportunity to have to just talk to their crush such as asking the teacher if they can be partners with their crush while being assigned to do a project. If their crush is able to fulfill their needs while being friends with them they’ll romanticize them a lot and become attached quick. It is important to know that with these people you have to take things slow

Libra - a Libra Venus just doesn’t have the patience or the time to take things slowly, they’re all in for the action. Once they find that one person that they like they’ll try getting closer to them and is the type to make jokes about them being together. If they notice their crush wants them back they’ll do the most they can to win them and make them theirs! These individuals tend to daydream a lot and make random scenarios about the person they want and are also prone to sexual manifestation in order to get them since they are chasers but they would want the same energy in return from their crush as well! A Libra Venus is also a bit clumsy when it comes to their crush and impressing them since they rush things too fast, if they feel “aromantic” about their crush then they’ll try to keep their feelings private and to themself for a period of time until they come to the realization if they actually want them or not. These people are the type to have corny pick up lines and will do whatever to put a smile on their crush’s face! Might even bite their lips while winking to you, they just don’t care what it takes to get the person they truly want. If their crush does show interest back they’ll get very shy!

Scorpio - these people really feel all the emotions. One minute they’re thinking about how lovely the person they want is - the other they’re telling themself that they’re a fool for falling for somebody new again. They won’t really trust their intuition when they have a crush when it comes to making the first move. They won’t even let them know unless they see their crush is at least a little interested in them too. If they do get into the talking stage with their person they’ll try to not show their ‘crazy side’ soon enough but once everything is confirmed they’ll act super energetic and entertaining. These people love passion and true old type of love!

Sagittarius - N/A

Capricorn - it’s all about impressing their crush with these individuals! They want to be their helper and provider (might have a savior complex). They’re the type to cancel all of their plans just to go out somewhere their crush invited them to. If they didn’t do their own homework but their crush needs help with their’s they’ll for sure try finishing their homework before their own. They aren’t really the shy type and will try to be talkative. Body language is key with them!

Aquarius - the biggest daydreamers ever! They enjoy observing how their crush’s day is going and they want to know everything about them. They do prefer starting off as friends but it’s not necessary. They’ll literally remember even the smallest detail about their crush and will for sure practice what to say to them. Is the type to get a ‘Good morning’ text from their crush then jump on their bed out of happiness and excitement of what just happened! When dealing with an Aquarius Venus it is important to know that they’re crushes just come and go though, make sure to be unique and interesting in your own way.

ᥫ᭡ Q.2: What’s your Venus sign and how do you act when you love someone/how do you show it? (Could be family, friends etc.)

Aries - honestly these individuals aren’t really the type of people who are in love with love. They don’t really feel like they need love in order to feel happy. They take things slow wether that be a platonic or romantic relationship. To get close to an Aries Venus you really have the trustworthy and loyal. They expect perfection and maturity in any sort of relationship they have. Once they really do let someone in their life they’ll say lots of cute and nice things to their loved ones and physical touch is their favorite. They like to make those around them feel special and loved! If you ever need help with anything tell an Aries Venus because they won’t hesitate to help out somebody they care about.

Taurus - N/A

Gemini - what’s a relationship without good communication ? They’re the type to ask you in detail about your day, they want to be the first person you come to when you have problems because they will always make sure to have a resolution, give you good advice and a big hug when you need it. They become your literal shoulder to cry on! Quality time is one of their biggest love languages and usually they let it be up to you what you’ll be doing together because that’s their way of showing you they are about you and your needs and interests. No one will be able to be as supportive and as loving than a Gemini Venus

Cancer Venus - they’ll become your own personal diary in human form. These individuals love to show someone they can rely onto somebody that’s actually trustworthy. With a Cancer Venus the relationship becomes a ride or die one and you both have to be ready to risk your lives for each other! They’re the type to never judge you for your choices and if they do they’ll do it to help you grow into a even better and healthier version of yourself.

Leo Venus - pay attention to them they’ll pay attention to you! Acts of service is definitely their love language. They want to make their close ones happy by doing something they love for them. Usually they get really competitive about the people they love and care for, they’re the type to want to have the best birthday gift for their best friend before another friend of their’s will ! It may be a little hard for them to express their love through words but they’ll for sure let you know. They can get really protective. Will for sure go out with you at 2 in the morning to get food just because you’re hungry.

Virgo Venus - a Virgo Venus will never let you suffer (at least not alone). They’ll do many things for you and are the type to apologize by baking you your favorite food! They pay a lot of attention to the small details, like if you thought about changing jobs they’ll make sure they find you one in the shortest time possible. If you can really show them you appreciate them they’ll get very touchy and are the type to ask you to hold their hand under the table while they feel nervous.

Libra Venus - gift giving is for sure their love language! They want everything to be perfect, they just want to be the harmony in somebody’s life. They want to be your peace while everyone around you is stressing you out. They would never let themselves just watch their loved ones be hurt or go through something without finding a resolution for them! A Libra Venus will help you overcome anything you’re dealing with and prepare the best advice that’ll make you actually wanna listen to. They like to feel/be unforgettable so they might do small things around you that’ll forever remind you of them. A Libra Venus is the type of friend who just wants to make out with you at the club and feel comfortable to be themselves with you, let your guys’ relationship be just like the ones in movies, Libras love their unrealistic imaginations to come true!

Scorpio Venus - the type to kiss all over you, give you massages or play with your hair while you sleep! These individuals just love clinginess and physical touch! They‘re very overprotective over the ones they love and want to be their ‘protector’.

Sagittarius Venus - N/A

Capricorn Venus - words of affirmation, physical touch and acts of service. They’re the whole pack in one! Being loved by a Capricorn Venus is truly a big and great gift to someone because they’ll really be ready to put all into your relationship with them. The type of person you have a hard time getting over because it’s just so hard to find someone like them or a replacement that’s good enough.

Aquarius Venus - the type to suffocate you with their love and affection! They may be annoying with how clingy they can get but they’ll for sure be fun to be around! The type to stay on your mind endlessly. They like to show someone how much they mean to them and aren’t shy when it comes to love. They want it all, the enjoyment, the experience and the quality time being spent together

Pisces Venus - long and deep conversations are just it for these people. They want to be that friend/family member that’ll bake for you at 3 in the morning because you’re upset. They want to be the person that cares for you most. They’re very into old love as well so they might ask you to go for a picnic, write each other a cute letter for Valentine’s Day and so on!

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ᥫ᭡ Q.3: What’s your Lilith sign, what house is it in and what are your kinks?

Aries/1H - rough sex, breeding kink, degradation, aggressive sex (lots of face/ass slapping, gang banging, BDSM, oral sex (mostly receiving), shower sex, car sex, vanilla, being a brat, daddy issues, wax play, somnophilia, sadism, masochism, daddy kink, age gap, sex toys, squ*rting, sub x dom, passionate sex

Taurus/2H - spiritual/soul sex, sex magic, degradation, aggression, being the dominant one, slow sex, not too much pain, choking, dirty talk, partner taking care of them + taking advantage of them, into chubbier people (not really attracted to leaner body types)

Gemini/3H - being a sl*ve, blindfolding, being tied up, kissing while doing it, is down to experience new things and wants to be taught new things, f*ngering, veins, eye contact, public sex, lots of teasing

Cancer/4H - submission, worship, affection

Leo/5H - one night stands, likes to experience new things, cream*ng, dominance (wants to be the dom), pegging, worship

Virgo/6H - vanilla, hickeys, choking, praise kink, innocence, rough sex, submissive partners

Libra/7H - doggy, worship, pronebone, wants to be the dom, biting, rough sex, animalistic sex, teasing, open to new experiences, possession

Scorpio/8H - passion, BDSM, moaning, dirty talk, praise kink, mommy kink, giving their partner unforgettable sex, brat kink + being the brat’s tamer sometimes, aggressive grabbing, biting, possession

Sagittarius/9H - attitude, being a sub, outdoor sex, age gap

Capricorn/10H - praise kink, rope tying, sub x dom, threesomes/gang banging, cum play, oral sex, role play, open to new poses, prefers their partner to be the same age or not too much younger or older

Aquarius/11H - age play, praise kink, sub x dom (wants to be the sub more than the dom), daddy/mommy kink, edging, BDSM, choking, size kink, spanking, degradation, orga*m control, begging, dirty talk, body worship, nice voices, semi consensual

Pisces/12H - masochism, choking, possession, praise kink

thank you guys for 3k +!! i appreciate and love you all so much, i am beyond grateful for everything. 🤎 i’ve decided to split this in parts just to see if everyone agrees, keep in mind these aren’t my interpretations it is all yours! enjoy

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#astrological observations #astrology #house placements #horoscope

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