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nineteen.

“Oh, this place is gorgeous!” Zora exclaims, as they roll their suitcases inside of their cabin for the week. A much needed vacation.

“Ain't it? It was the third one I came past, had to book it.” Leon says, as they head through the larger than life living room. High ceilings became her favorite thing in an instant.

“Oh, yeah. The fridge, freezer and pantry are already stocked.” He says, stopping at the kitchen. Also another large area.

“How?” She asks, looking toward him.

“I might've taken a separate trip up here, found the closest grocery store— which is an hour out, might I add— and came back to stock it before I came to pick you up.” He says, shrugging like it was nothing.

“You are something else,” she laughs, “ proactive as hell, too!”

“Hey, I'm just making sure we got all we need, right here.” He taps the counter for emphasis, as she laughs again.

“You succeeded, for sure!”

Moving upstairs to the master bedroom, they immediately plop down on the alaskan king bed, laying flat on the clean & cozy comforter.

“Yeah, a week’s worth of sleep in this bed is gonna do me some good!” Leon says, turning his head to look at Zora, who wholeheartedly agrees.

“You and me, both! I might forget I have a job and just stay here.” She laughs, folding her arms behind her head.

“Right?! Stay right here, tucked away with my favorite lady.” He rolls over, her giggles sounding as he lays his weight on her.

Actually sprawling out and getting comfortable, clad in their sweats and sweatshirts, they turn their focus toward the beautiful view through the bay window.

“You think it'll snow?” She asks.

“I'm sure. It's cold as hell out there.” He responds, laying his head on her chest, his eyes following the pattern of clouds in the sky.

“Good. I haven't seen snow since I was a little kid, it seems.”

“Yeah, we get slush, most of the time.”

“Right? Can't drive in it, can't walk on it, can't build a snowman in it,” she goes on, making him laugh. “It's ridiculous. I want the flurries!”

“You'll get ‘em, babe. Count on it.” He assures, closing his eyes as sleep creeps up on him.

“You going to sleep, old man?” She teases.

“Mhm, it's getting me.” He responds. “You stayin’ up?”

“Nah, I'm next.” She admits, stretching her arms above her head, a yawn coming right after.

“Yeah, a good twelve hour drive’ll do that to ya..” He mumbles, a yawn stealing the last half of his sentence.

Mumbling back something just as incoherent, they eventually get quiet and knock out under each other.

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Padding through the open space in her fuzzy socks, she moves into the kitchen to open the freezer, then the fridge, laughing to herself as they are indeed, fully stocked.

“He's so cute,” she shakes her head, pulling two waters out before closing it back.

Moving in front of another large window, she sighs in contentment. This week was gonna be fun.

In the midst of her daze, Leon slides up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She smiles to herself.

“Hey,” he says, kissing the crown of her head.

“Hey,” she responds, holding up a water bottle, “I was on my way back.. just had to stop and stare for a minute.”

“I wasnt trippin’,” he says, taking the water from her, barely detaching himself from her as he took a swig. “Thought I'd come and see where you were, though. I started missing you.”

She giggles, turning to face him and that toothy smile of his. He leans down to kiss her lips a few times.

“Three minutes is all it takes?”

“Try three seconds! I stayed put so you didn't think I was crazy.” He says, making her laugh again.

“Aw, you were gonna sniff after me like a puppy, huh?” She teases, taking a sip of her own water.

“Unashamed, baby.” He replies, shrugging his shoulders.

“Again, how lucky am I?”

He smirks, pulling her right back into him, his fingers twirling around the ends of her curly ponytail.

“The luckiest is what I am. You're just getting everything you've always deserved.” He says, kissing her nose.

“Don't make me cry, our tears might freeze out here.” She jokes, even though he's already wiping her lone one away.

“Sorry,” he smiles, “but you do deserve it.”

“So do you, babe. Sweetest man in the land.”

“In the whole land??”

“The whole thang, Avery!” She exclaims. “I mean, really.”

Moving further into the living room, they cut the tv on and sit on the spacious couch, pulling the throw blanket over themselves.

“I'm so glad we could take this trip. We definitely needed it.” Leon says, while Zora flips through the channels to find something worth watching.

“Me too. It's been a hectic month, that January.” She playfully scolds.

“Tell me about it! If I had to work another day in that damned warehouse, I woulda quit.”

“Hm. Ever thought about quitting?” She asks, sitting the remote down once she finds some cartoons.

“Yeah, actually. I don't see myself staying there very long.”

“What would you wanna do instead? What's always been something you wanna take up?”

“Photography has always been at the forefront of my mind. Seeing the beauty of the world through a lens is something special. Writing is definitely right behind it. Like, maybe not publish a book, but getting on stage and performing pieces is the coolest.”

She nods, the wheels already turning in her head. “Two really great career choices for you.”

“You think so?” He asks, looking at her now. She nods again.

“You're a beast with the camera and your writing brings me to tears, so yeah! A shoe-in.”

“Glad I have your support, beautiful.” He kisses her forehead.

“Any time, any day.”

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Waking up again, this time lazily sprawled out on the sofa, Zora stretches and looks toward the kitchen, finding Leon, preparing dinner.

Peering over at her for the thousandth time, his smile brightens as he finds her awake. She's rubbing her eyes, the side of her face still pressed to the pillow she's laid on.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” he calls out, chuckling as she waves, still too sleepy to verbally respond. Her sighs and grumbles sound as she stirs a bit more.

Staring out the window to the left of the living room, the deep blue, ever-starry sky as it begins to melt into an even deeper blue.

“Sorry,” she finally speaks, “I had no idea I was this sleepy.”

He waves her off. “Don't be. We came out here to relax, babe. Get all the sleep you need and want.”

“Mmkay,” she says, covering herself back up in the blanket, immediately cackling as he stomps over to get her up.

“No right now, Jean!” He laughs, lightly shaking her. “I'm cooking!”

“I'm just playing, you big baby!” She snickers, taking his hand as he leads her toward the island, sitting her atop a stool and kissing her forehead, before heading back to the stove.

“So, what you makin’?” She asks, feeling her stomach rumble from the yummy smell of spices and herbs.

“Decided to make a loaded potato soup.” He says with his back still to her, but she can hear the excitement in his voice.

“Yummy! Do you need me to do anything?”

“Mhm, just sit there and look pretty for me.” He responds, turning around in time for her eye-roll.

“I knew it!” He laughs, turning back to what he's doing. “But you can actually slice this French bread and put it in the oven for me.”

Hopping up, she heads over to the counter to wash her hands, about to look for a knife when he carefully hands her one, another forehead kiss coming her way.

She smiles at the affection, bumping his hip before pulling the bread from its bag, slicing half of it to her liking, the other half to his liking. Sticking them on a baking sheet, she placed a pad of butter on each one before sliding in the oven.

“Wow, that was so much work.” She jokes, making him laugh.

“Stop clowning and taste this,” he says, cupping his hand underneath the spoon he was holding out for her.

As soon as the food hits her taste buds, she nods and closes her eyes. “Leon, I swear to god.”

“It's good, ain't it?” He asks, already nodding and laughing, the sound doubling as she joins in. They share a high-five.

“It's absolutely delicious! Hell, add being a chef to that list, cause wow.” She exclaims before whipping around to retrieve the bread before it burns.

Indulging in the comfort meal, Zora is still singing his praises with every bite, boosting his confidence like no other.

“My big head is gonna be your fault, I just want you to know now.” He laughs.

“That's fine! I ain't ever had food this good— don't tell Pam.” She snickers, taking another sip of her wine.

“I thought first-naming mamas was off limits?” He asks.

“It is, that's why I said don't tell her!” She exclaims, earning another laugh from him.

“Tellin’ her as soon as we get back,” he teases, pulling her glass away to refill it, reveling in the delight on her face.

“I never get to indulge in my wine, so thank you.” She smiles, putting the glass back up to her lips.

“My pleasure.”

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After dinner, Zora decided to take her shower first, slipping into the master bathroom and instantly pouting at the sight of an orange puff and matching rag, her favorite body wash, and her towel already hanging on the rack for her.

“Ugh, he's so cute!” She tipsily giggles, peeling her clothes off and heading into the walk-in shower, singing along to the music that's playing further down the hall.

Wetting her curls underneath the hot, hot water, she sighs blissfully as she scrubs her troubles— read: none— away.

Watching the suds go down the drain, she turns the water off and reaches around for her towel, wrapping it around herself, wringing out her curls before throwing them up in a bun.

Stepping into the slippers he'd also laid out for her, she waltzes back into the room, finding him sitting on the edge of the bed, camera in hand.

“Hey, stand right there!” He excitedly says, pulling the camera back up to his face, snapping a picture of her where she stands. Of course, she posed for it.

“Camera ready, huh?” He chuckles as she crosses the floor to him, laughing at the picture as he holds it up for her to see.

“I look so cheesy,” she snorts, sitting down beside him.

“Cheesin’ hard as hell, baby.” He adds, looking over at her just as she leans in to kiss him. A dazed smile on her face as she pulls away.

“What was that for?” He asks, smiling just like she.

“Cause I love you.” She simply says, making his heart thud in his chest.

“I love you more, sweetheart.” He leans back in for another kiss. Then another, swapping out the camera for the sides of her face as the kisses get a bit deeper.

She giggles against his lips, pulling away a bit breathless as she looks at him, the stars in the night sky not comparing to the ones in both of their eyes.

“Go shower and come back, I got things I wanna do to you.” She softly says, biting her lip as he stands from the bed, hovering over her damp body.

“You have no idea, baby.” He mumbles back, nuzzling his face against hers for a couple seconds, reluctantly pulling away and all but rushing out of the room, because he knew he'd get started, right then and there, if he didn't.

Letting out a breathless laugh, she shakes the chills away and sprints over to her bag, pulling out the white hot babydoll dress. She smirks and holds it up to her smooth, chocolate skin, staring straight ahead at the mirror in the corner of the room.

“Oh, yeah.” She nods, reaching for her sandalwood body lotion and deodorant, lathering herself in the smell-good and pulling the dress on her thick frame, more than pleased with how she looks.

Pulling her semi-dry curls from its bun, she shakes them so they fall over her shoulders, perfectly tousled.

She sits in his spot, grabs his camera, careful not to drop it due to her tipsiness and takes a few pictures for him to find later, before sitting it on the dresser.

After what felt like forever, he returned to the room with a towel covering his waist, his hand rubbing down his face before his eyes landed on the beauty that is Zora.

The air leaves his lungs for a few moments, his lips part to say something, hands twitch slightly as his mouth salivates. His print became more noticeable at the sight before him.

“You like it, don't you?” She asks, her deep, teasing tone making the hairs on his neck stand up.

Still unable to speak, he nods.

His eyes travel from her pretty face to the swell of her breasts, her soft thighs, the gold anklet adorning her left ankle and her pretty olive painted toes. The white lace against her skin is his new favorite thing.

“You.. you look so pretty, baby.” He finally speaks, making her smile and motion for him to come closer, til he's standing before her.

“All for you.” She says, cupping his chin to pull him closer to her lips, sighing at the softness of his kisses. It was his turn to breathlessly pull away.

“Wow… I wanna take a picture, but I think I might drop my camera,” he nervously laughs, shyly rubbing his hands up her thighs.

“It's okay, baby.” She softly assures him, covering his hands with her own. “You want me to take it for you?”

She swore she saw his pupils dilate at such a question, his fingers digging into her flesh now. She smirks, loving the way she makes him crumble.

“I can pose for you, again.” She further teases, walking her fingers up and down his bare, ripped stomach, stopping at the knot in his towel.

The doe-eyed look she's giving him could turn him into a puddle, as he stumbles out a yes.

Standing from the bed, she grabs the camera from the nightstand, luckily still having a conscious enough mind to steady her hands, as she climbs up and sits on her knees, finding the timer setting before sitting it at an angle on the bed.

Staying in her bent position, she quickly flips her hair and arches her back as the flash goes off. His eyes travel right to her bare ass peeking from underneath the short lingerie.

“My god,” he sighs, moving to sit on the ottoman out of the way, feeling all the blood in his head rush south.

“I got the best seat in the house.” He darkly chuckles, waving as she looks back at him.

Moving into her next position, she turns to face him now, hands on her boobs, her lip deeply into and her eyes on him through the lens.

“Stick your fingers in your mouth… mhm, like that.” He grunts, palming his hard dick through the towel that's barely around his waist still.

Sitting through one more pose, he groans out her name, unable to take any more teasing.

She grabs the camera from the bed, turns it off and begins to get off the bed, when he slips it out of her hand and fiddles with it before sitting it down on the nightstand, hovering over her, backing her back up on the bed.

Her heart is thudding in her chest, she leans on her elbows and watches him eye her body like a precious diamond. She never felt so delicate in her life.

Her fingers reach out to undo the barely hanging on tuck of his towel, purring as it reveals his hard and pretty dick.

“Please fuck me.” She moans, lifting a leg to place it on his shoulder. His mouth waters double time at how flexible she is, coupled with how wet she is.

The day she took up yoga as a hobby was worth it, especially if it was gonna lead her to moments like this.

“I got you, princess.” He pulls her other leg up, taps the head against her clit, rubbing against it to make her jerk, her hooded eyes finding his as he slides all the way inside, groaning something terrible.

“Fuuckk!” She moans incredulously, that delicious snug grip tripping both of them up as he begins thrusting into her.

Her breasts bounce underneath the soft material, her nipples peeking through the lace, and he can't help but swirl his tongue around her left, then her right one.

“It's sso good,” she throws her head back, “oh fuck, that's so good baby!”

Deep and fast, right into her spot, making her see stars with every thrust. Her hands reach out for his arms, squeezing for dear life.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he desperately growls into her ear, “fuckin’ smell so good, I ju— just wanna eat you alive.”

Her breath hitches as he bites down on her neck, soothing it with his tongue after. Her body flattens against the bed, her legs still propped up on his shoulders.

“Leon… fuck, baby,” she whines, while he kisses up her ankles, then her chest and neck, his slippery tongue making her squeak out moans.

Overwhelmed in the best ways, she closes her eyes and lays her hands at her head, smiling as his hands find hers, linking them together as he deeply strokes into her.

“I love you,” he says with a kiss to her lips. “I adore you,” next, her left cheek. “Fuckin’ treasure you,” her right cheek. “God, you wreck me…”

She deliriously moans at his confessions against her heated skin, feeling her stomach tingle and curl as her orgasm gets closer to the surface.

“So damn beautiful,” he grumbles into her neck, open mouthed kisses and sucks make her slipperier in between her legs, her ankles lock around his neck, ultimately pulling him closer. His strokes never falter, getting deeper.

“I'm gonna cum all over you,” she gasps, squeezing their hands, their lips just a few centimeters away from each other.

“Cum all over me, baby… let me have it,” he groans, nipping at her quivering bottom lip, “I feel you, baby.. let it out for me.”

Her body spasms as she cries out, flooding his lap and the sheets underneath them, his hips still slamming into hers.

“Oh, b-baby!” She squeals, his lips covering hers to swallow her every breath, consuming her like he desperately wishes.

Releasing her hands, they find her thighs, pulling them down to wrap around his waist as he continues to dip into her ever-wet paradise.

Her whines and gasps hit the back of his throat, his tip pushing right into the spot that's got her leaking down both of their thighs.

Letting her come up for air, she beats against his chest, crying out, “it's too much! Fuck, I'm g-gonna cum again, baby!”

Grabbing her chin, he watches as her eyes flutter back open, landing on his intense gaze.

“There she is,” he smirks, “cum for me, beautiful.”

Her release triggers his own, as they fall into each other, moaning and gasping for air as they rut their hips until they can't anymore.

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The next couple days went by as slow as molasses, much to the couples’ liking. They were having way too much fun doing absolutely nothing but what they wanted.

“I can't remember the last time I was away from my phone this long,” he says, popping another handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“Same. It's still got a good charge on it from a day ago,” she snorts, snuggling into his side a bit more.

“You alright?” He asks, looking over at her.

“Yeah, just cold.” She softly laughs, tucking her hands in the pocket of her hoodie.

“Want me to turn the heat up?”

“Please?” She asks, snickering as he reaches out his impeccably long arm to the thermostat on the wall above their heads, pushing it up to seventy-eight.

She thanks him, and he kisses her forehead as they turn their attention to the movie. Tonight they were watching monster house. Another favorite of hers, his too.

“These kids were bad as hell,” Leon snorts.

“That's not you and Craig??” She looks between him and the movie, laughing at his shameful nod.

“Yeah, you got me there.” He chuckles. “Who's the girl, then?” He asks, keeping it going.

“Me! Duh!” She scoffs a laugh.

“Oh yeah, they were coupled up near the end, weren't they?”

“Yeah! I mean, they fought over her just about the entire movie, but DJ got his girl.” She nods, popping a handful of popcorn into her mouth.

“Hm..”

“What?”

“Halloween ideas,” he shrugs. “He's got like a Freddy Kruger thing goin’ on with that black and red sweater but.. I could make it work.”

“You wanna be DJ and Jenny for Halloween??” She gushes, making him decide right then and there.

“The look on your face is too precious for me to say nothing but yes.” He smiles.

“Aw, this is gonna be so cute!” She squeals, making him laugh and kiss her cheek.

“I gotta find a schoolgirl-esque outfit, now.” She taps her chin, while he smirks to himself.

“Short skirt, huh?” He asks.

“Nope. It's gonna come past my knees.” She answers, snickering at the stale look he gives her.

“I'll cut it.”

“I'll cut you.” She quips.

“You'd cut me, for real??”

“Hm… if you ever cut me off again, yes.” She nods, turning her attention back to the movie.

He sighs, pulling her into his side more. “I won't test it, trust me.”

“Good. I'd hate for you to get dotted up.”

About an hour or so into their movie marathon, a few white specks fall out of the corner of her eye, making Zora turn her head and gasp super hard.

“What? What??” Leon asks, looking around and then in the direction she's facing, relieved to find it snowing outside and not it being an ax murderer standing at the window.

“It's snowing!”

“Aw, look at that. Let's go put our boots on and go outside.” He says, standing up and reaching for her hand, which she quickly takes and they head upstairs to get dressed.

Soon, they're outside in it, bundled up and still shivering but ecstatic at how much snow is actually coming down.

“Wow! It's a literal winter wonderland out here!” She yells, clearly too excited to contain herself. Of course Leon brought his camera out to capture this moment.

“On a scale from one to a million, how happy are you right now?” He asks.

“A jillion and three!” She excitedly jumps, both of them laughing as he snaps her picture.

“Seriously it's been decades since I've seen actual snow! The little kid in me is ready to make a snowman! You down?!”

“Hell yeah!”

Of course their game began with a snowball fight, like the two big kids they are.

“You've got an arm like Elf!” She screams, ducking and laughing as another snowball comes hurling at her face. “Why are you throwing them so fast?!”

Meanwhile, he's having the time of his life, chucking snowballs like a madman. Laughing his ass off at the way her tiny frame keeps popping up and down out of sight.

“Leon!” She screams again, this time, popping him right in the face with her own snowball. It had been the only one to connect so far.

"I did it! Woo-hoo!"

Her victory dance made the ice on his face worth it, as he wiped it away. She was having so much fun and he was soaking it all up.

“You got me!”

“I did! Finally!”

After pelting each other with snow a little more, they moved on to making their snowman. A first for both of them.

“I helped Eryn make one— well, I tried to help her but I got frustrated fast and gave up.” Leon says as they roll the first ball for the base.

“How old were y'all?” She asks out of curiosity.

“Ten or so? Yeah.”

“Avery, you've been impatient all your life?” She cracks, thankful that he laughed.

“Blame my parents, and my stubbornness I suppose.” He shrugs, before nudging her. “I was patient with you, though. Don't that count for something?”

“Absolutely,” she giggles, looking away from him to get herself together.

“But, we're gonna make this snowman!” She says, now looking him back in his eyes. He holds his hands up.

“Yes ma'am!”

Finishing the base was surprisingly easy since they didn't make it gigantic, just big enough. Moving onto the middle ball, however, proved to be a bit more difficult. It kept cracking in the middle.

His irritated grumbles and huffs and puffs of frosted air were all that could be heard, while he tried working through his frustration. Zora placed her gloved hands on top of his, hoping it would calm him down.

“Leon, it's okay. Relax.” She softly speaks.

“I don't know why it's not working,” he chuckles, being far from amused.

“Because why not. It's always the simplest of things that don't always go as planned. But beating the snow isn't gonna turn it into a ball, baby.”

He huffs, again. “I know.”

“I gotta teach you what patience is.”

“I know patience.”

“Yeah, not well enough. Come on.” She says before moving to an area with a bit more snow, beginning to roll a ball out of it.

He saunters over and helps, biting his lip in concentration as they roll the middle and top, thanking god they stuck together perfectly.

“See?! We did it!” She cheers, elated as he slaps her open palm.

“We did! Now we gotta make the face!” He exclaims, excitedly looking around for a stick.

Berries for the eyes, a stick for the arms and nose, and Zora’s scarf completed their snowman, and Leon wasted not a second to take a picture of their masterpiece.

“Awww, he's the cutest snowman ever!” She laughs, pulling her scarf from around it carefully, as they head inside.

“I'm glad we could do that. It was really fun.” He says, locking the patio door behind them, sitting their boots on the mat to dry, as they shed their wet jackets, gloves and hats.

“Yeah, it was. I can't feel my fingers or toes, but I had a great time!” She says, taking a seat on the floor by the fireplace as Leon comes over to get it going.

“Hm.. do we have stuff to make s'mores?” She asks, humming a laugh at the smirk on his face.

“I'll be right back.”

Reaching up to grab the blanket from the couch, she wraps it around herself just as he's coming back with everything they needed.

“You really thought of everything!”

“I told you!”

Sitting the plates down with everything else, he gently peels the blanket from her, pulls her in between his thighs and wraps it around them both.

“Better?” She asks.

“Much.” He answers, kissing her cheek as he leans them forward to put their marshmallows on the sticks, handing one to her as they hold it over the fire.

Moving on to smash it between two graham crackers and rich pieces of hershey's chocolate, they munch on the staple campfire snack in pure contentment.

“I might eat like twelve of these,” she laughs.

“We've got more of everything in the closet, too.” He snorts, “you can live your fat kid dreams, baby.”

“Ugh, I love you!” She yells.

“I know,” he smiles. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“How come you don't talk about your dad?” He asks.

“There's not much to talk about.” She shrugs. “Haven't seen him since I was thirteen. Barely knew of him when he was underneath the same roof we were.”

“Hm.”

“What about yours? I haven't ever heard you say much besides you despising him.”

“Eh, it's a bit more complicated. We weren't always at each other's throats. He just doesn't get me. Don't try to either. It's like nothing I did was good enough.” He shrugs.

“Fathers. What a joke.” She bitterly laughs. “Just promise me something?”

“Anything.”

“Don't be that kind of father to our baby.”

“You wanna have my baby, one day?” He asks, laying his head on shoulder, holding her closer.

“Of course I do, babe. Wanna marry you. Grow old. Get on your nerves forever.” She smiles like he can see her.

“Wow. I'll be the best father to our baby. Best husband to you. I promise. No doubt, I wanna marry you.”

“Hell, we could get married right now!” Zora laughs, quickly shaking her head. “It's still too soon for that.”

He laughs and agrees. “Just a bit more time. And, I promise I won't buy one of those stadium rings either. I don't need you fighting me.”

“I taught you well! I can't wait to tell Nique cause if it's one thing we hate, it's those goddamn rings!”

“They're humongous and ugly, yeah. I won't have you out here looking like that.”

“I've got one more question.” He says.

“What is it?”

“When you were teaching me patience out there… is that what love feels like?”

“That would have to be for you to answer, honestly. My answer is yes, but what's yours?” She asks, turning her head to look at him.

“That's the first time I didn't feel ridiculed for being impatient, so yes. You were patient even though I knew I was tapping on your nerves. That's definitely love.”

“I'm glad you feel that way. I've got all the patience and understanding in the world for you.” She says, peering up at him.

"I love you, Jean."

"And, I love you Avery."

They share a sticky kiss, before getting back to munching on their treat.

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“Do we really have to leave today?” She asks, pouting all over again.

“I know, I don't wanna leave either. But we have to. Gotta go back home and make money for our next trip.” He smiles to himself.

“What?” She whips around to look at him, halting her packing. “Next trip? Where are we going?”

“Yes, where are we going?” He repeats, looking over at her now.

“I get to choose??”

“Mhm.” He nods, a smile still on his face.

“Hm. Yeah, we better hurry back cause I wanna go to Bora Bora. That's one of the most romantic places to visit!”

“I'll start looking at hotels— you wanna stay in a hut, don't you?”

“You know me so well!”

“I do, I do.”

“Oooh, a springtime vacation is always on my list! Me and the girls usually take one, but I'm sure all our plans have changed since finding rockheaded boyfriends.” She laughs.

“Rockheaded? What did my head do to you??” He asks, faux hurt.

“Nothing,” she giggles, waltzing over to him to rub the back of his head.

“Ah, now you adding insult to injury!” He laughs, swatting her hand away, which turns into them play-fighting.

A couple slaps to his arms and stomach, before her world turns upside down, literally, as he picks her up and slams her down on the bed, both of them laughing like crazy.

“That's no fair!” She faux whines.

“I'll let you win, one day.” He laughs, leaning down to kiss her lips a couple sweet times.

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Under the Bubbles

Pairing: Azul Ahsengrotto x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, relaxing, teasing, naked cuddling, taking a bath together, shoulder kisses, flustered Reader

Word count: 0.5k

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A/N: The first fic of my 5k event. The prompt for this one was "Taking a bath together" with Azul, who I feel like fits really well with the water theme here. If you'd like to request something from the prompt list here is the wholesome one and here is the darker one.

Despite the cool water you could feel the tips of your ears burning up. You didn't think this would be this much of a problem, you've seen Azul... mostly naked before.

"Already started before me angel fish?" Azul opened the door, looking as naked as the day the he was born, showing no shame at all as he had one hand on his hip and the other leaning against the door, "Shame. I would have loved to take the clothes off you. Next time hm?" He winked as he slowly walked to the edge of the bathtub.

You tried very hard to keep your eyes on his face, "Uhm... maybe? I... I'm sorry! I must look like a flustered mess huh?"

He chuckles and takes your hand, bringing your wrist to his lips and kissing your pulse point. You're sure he can feel your rapid heartbeat against his lips.

"You're adorable to me. Always. Move over a bit, I want to be able to put my arms around you." You turn your face downwards and as you move forward you sink in just a bit deeper, the water now almost past your shoulders. Hopefully the bubbles are hiding all your more intimate spots from view.

You feel his body sliding behind yours, his legs spreading to accommodate your body between them. By now you're sure that your blush has made it's way past your neck. You jump and let out a small yelp, much to Azul's amusement, as you feel his hands on your hips, embracing you and pulling you back into him, his muscular chest pressed flush against your back.

"This is nice right? I've never taken a bath with anyone before. Usually people are... weary of being near water with me. I can't imagine why though." His chuckle is high and happy in your ear, "But you seemed pretty happy when I asked you. Thank you my darling, I was very delighted when you accepted my offer."

"Well you seemed very excited about it. It's rare to see you like that, with that kind of sparkle in your eye." You sigh when he lowers his lips to your shoulder, not seeing to mind the taste of soap and shampoo that faintly lingered on your skin, "How could I say no?" Your head lulls to the side, giving him more room to kiss.

Azul hums happily against your skin, his fingers tracing random patterns across your hips and belly. You squirm a little in his grasp, "Oh. You're ticklish. Good to know." His fingers become more deliberate, and pretty soon you become unable to hold back your laugh.

"Stop. We were having a moment!" You squirm in his hold but he only wraps his arms around you tighter.

"Not my fault you're adorable. I simply can't help myself around you. I want to tease you." He kisses the spot behind your ear, a spot he knows drives you crazy. And he was right. The moment his lips made contact a pleasant shiver bolted through your body like lightning.

"S-Shut up." You exhale shakily.

Azul smirks against your skin, "Make me."

You pout but still find yourself reaching behind you to cup his cheek. You turn your head just enough for him to lean forward and capture your lips in a sweet, gentle, loving kiss. Maybe you should take baths with him more often, if he's gonna show you this soft side of him.

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missamyrisa2 · 4 months

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A ticklyyyy gift~

From a veryyyy lovely darling follower on dA, Zarieth80. I'm just mmmhh~ a meltttted messs~<33 thank you sooo much~

Merry Christmas Miss Amy! I've always loved your ticklish teases so much and so I wrote you a little tickle story for you as a Christmas present.

It's Christmas Eve, I come into the bedroom to find you loosely tied up with Christmas ribbon, spread eagle while lying on the bed, loose enough for plenty of room to wiggle, but tight enough you couldn't possibly escape or really protect any of your ticklish areas. You look so cute with your little skirt and your shirt riding up exposing that belly of yours. There's a tag on you to not open until Christmas. "Oh? What is this? A perfect little tickle toy for Christmas?"

I walk around to your feet as you crane your neck to see what's coming. "Let's get rid of these socks you won't need them anymore." You scrunch your toes anticipating what's to come, then jolt your foot as a feather delicately strokes up your sole. I drag it up the length of your foot to your toes and begin dragging it and flossing it between your toes. You scrunch your toes hard, twitching as a ticklish smile sneaks on your face.

"Aww you like this." I tease, beginning to dance my other hand on your other sole. You try to suppress your reaction, but a ticklish giggle slips through here and there, each time I increase the intensity of the assault on your feet. Twisting the feather around between your toes, scratching at your arches and soles. Your ankles are loose enough you desperately try to kick away, but tight enough you can never escape. Maddening with the illusion you can get away.

You wiggle your body trying to pull your feet away to no avail. When suddenly the tickling stops. You settle for the moment, catching your breath until a cool liquid is poured over your feet. I gently massage it in as my fingers slide with ease over your skin. You close your eyes and let out a relaxed sigh.

You jolt your eyes open when a hairbrush is dragged across your left foot. The oil massaged in lets me rub it back and forth quickly assaulting your entire foot with its bristles, and even worse the oil makes your feet all the much more sensitive. It's too much, and your composure breaks. You let out a ticklish yell desperately trying to pull your foot away. "Ah-ah, no getting away. You're mine."

Switching back and forth between your feet, never giving a moment's rest, the hairbrush drives you crazy. I mix in my fingers so you can't get used to a pattern. You flail and wiggle in the restraints for any escape. You gasp and squeal in a beautiful ticklish song begging for it to stop. "What was that? I couldn't understand you. You want more?" I tease as I brush under your toes.

The tickling stops again. I set the brush down and climb on top of you. Straddling over your hips. I feel your princess wand under your skirt. "Aww is someone liking this?" I give your belly a few playful pokes as you blush trying to turn away to hide your face.

I hold up a blindfold. You look up at me with pleading desperate eyes as sweat has started making your hair cling to your forehead. I lift your head up gently and tie the blindfold around as everything goes dark. You still feel me on top of you and twitch every few seconds anticipating where the next tickle will fall. You scrunch your toes as even the air makes them tingle at this point.

You let out a small scream and force your eyes shut as my fingers descend on your sides. They dig in with tortuous precision, dancing up and down on every rib. You can't help but burst out in screaming laughter as you buck your hips to try to knock me off, but I don't lose my place and tickle your sides even faster. As you buck around your wand rubs against me with each attempt to escape. Your arms pull at the ropes tied to the bed frame, letting you almost reach me to save yourself, but just barely out of reach, unable to cover your exposed ticklish spots.

You open your eyes to try to see if you can wiggle away, only to see the darkness of the blindfold. The desperate panic sets in as the tickling on your ribs continues and my other hand reaches over and surprises your poor recovering feet. You let out ticklish giggles, screams, laughs, begging, and leave yourself gasping for breath. No mercy is given. The tickles across your body seem inescapable as you tire yourself out from flailing in vain.

I feel your princess wand really poking through your skirt at this point. "I can tell you're loving this." I pull your skirt down and watch you shyly blush beneath the blindfold as your hardening wand gives you away. A soft moan escapes your lips as a feather dances up your shaft spinning in circles around the royal tip. "Tickle tickle, Amy. I know you've been getting so excited. Lets give this princess wand the attention it deserves. Feel that feather? Aw you like that, is this spot sensitive? How about here?" My other hand gently begins sliding up and down your ticklish secret spot, and I find that one most sensitive spot with the feather right under the tip. I stroke faster and flick the feather quicker as you squirm from the ticklish over stimulation. "Aww that's it my little tickle toy, give in. Give into that ticklish feeling and give me some Christmas fireworks like a good tickle toy."

As your hips start wiggling in rhythm with my hands and you start letting more giggling moans sneak out, getting closer to that ticklish edge, I drop the feather and tickle underneath your poor ticklish member. I tickle at your royal princess jewels with devilishly fast fingers. Keeping the same pace with my other hand stroking that sensitive wand of yours. You try to escape by moving your hips, but I'm still mounted on them pinning you, to barely be able to move. My hands follow you every move with pinpoint accuracy, and cause you to buck your princess wand into my hand as you wiggle trying to escape. "Aww where's the fun if it's that easy? You have to earn your gigglecum." I bring my lips close to your royal tip and give it a gentle blow causing it to throb between strokes. "That's it, we're getting so close now my little tickle toy. Give me that sweet tickle cum. That's it. That's it." Right as you let go and give my that intense ticklegasm, I put my mouth over your princess tip, while continuously stroking your shaft and tickling your princess jewels. My tongue dances on that one sensitive spot on your tip while you gigglemoan and give me all your ticklish milk. As you finish I take the whole of your princess wand into my mouth before lifting my head up.

"You're trembling my little ticklish present. Did I tired you out? You're so sweaty from just a little tickling" I gently, slowly trace a finger on your belly while teasing you as you catch your breath still in the darkness of the blindfold. My fingers start tapping on your ribs causing you to jerk away. "Did you think you were done? Your tag says not to open until Christmas morning. I still have plenty of time with my favorite tickle toy." I lay my head on your exposed belly lying almost flat over you. My fingers slowly pick up the pace. "Oh I bet you're even more sensitive now after that. Let's find out just how sensitive you are."

Before you can protest you feel my lips press on your belly and I blow a ticklish raspberry synced with my fingers devilishly going to full speed on your poor sides. Your body is immediately pushed over the edge of sensitivity after your ticklegasm. Your laughs are desperate and ticklish tears begin forming under the blindfold.

My fingers climb up your sides slowly approaching your armpits. The ticklish fear builds up in your stomach as they get closer and closer. You try to turn to the side to spare one of your armpits, but my hands follow your movements. You plead and laugh in total helpless ticklishness. They get closer and closer until they're at the very top of your ribs. Then suddenly they stop tickling. They pull away. You wiggle in anticipation waiting for the ticklish torture to begin on your exposed armpits. Your entire body trembles and twitches.

You scream as my hands both descend on your exposed belly instead. Half ticklishness and half surprise you let out the most pathetic laughter yet. I spider my hands all over your stomach, then take a feather and spin it around in your belly button. The squeals you make are music to my ears. You can't help it as ticklish tears begin rolling down your cheeks beneath the blindfold. Then I take the pointed end of the feather and poke and scrape inside your belly button finding ticklish spots you didn't even know you had. All the while my other hand tickles every inch of the rest of your stomach until it's bright red.

My hands work their way up your body until they reach your shirt. "You wont need this anymore." I pull back your shirt up over to your wrists exposing that perfect chest of yours. I hold my hands barely touching your nipples with just the very tip of my fingers. Oh so gently wiggling them back and forth. The ever so slight touch is enough to send shivers down your spine and make your nipples hard and hyper sensitive. The ticklish tears continue between your gasping laughter. "Poor Amy, is it too much? Would you rather the feather?" I take a feather on each nipple flicking back and forth, your nipples are as hard as they possibly could be and the feathers caress every spot driving you wild. "What's worse? The nipples? Your feet? What's your favorite tickle spot? Hmm?" You try to respond but I drop my hands and tickle as hard and as fast as my fingers will on your sensitive chest. You buck wild and let out a range of ticklish screams. "What was that? I couldn't understand, do you want more?" I tease and mock between your ticklish hell.

In the ticklish frenzy my hands slide up to your unsuspecting armpits and take them by surprise. They dance in the soft curves of your skin poking and scratching all over your poor pits. Sweat covers your face and you desperately laugh and wiggle trying to escape. There's a brief pause where you catch your breath before that same cool oil is rubbed into your armpits. Even the massaging is ticklish here though. Then, after a few seconds the tortuous tickling continues, even more sensitive with the oil now. You scream out begging for mercy flailing with the last bit of energy you have.

I stand up off you, giving you a moment to catch your breath. "Poor baby looks all spent, but that's when the real fun begins." You feel the blindfold come undone and I look down at your pleading eyes. Your whole face is red. You're covered in sweat and your whole body is exhausted from the nonstop tickles. I hold up a vibrator wand and give an evil grin. As I climb back on top of you, you squirm trying to get away begging, desperately repeating that you can't. I flick the wand on and its hum fills the room. I move it closer and closer to your already hypersensitive, spent wand. You plead over and over how it's too much, how you can't gigglecum again. I stop the wand right above your royal part. "Oh I know you can't, but you will."

The vibrator wand descends on your poor royal rod. The vibrations immediately send ticklish chills over you. As you wiggle and bounce trying to get away, I keep the wand firmly pressed on that sensitive overestimated underside of your tip. My other hand dances from each ticklish spot to another. "Aww is that the spot right there? That buzzing must be unbearable. Oh no you don't. That royal tip isn't going anywhere until I get out all of that ticklish princess milk, and I know you have more in you. Oh look how sensitive you are. Your member is getting all swollen and worked up." My tickling hand works its way up to your neck and starts tickling up the sides around your ears and chin spidering around your face. The desperate begging and giggles slowly turn into moans as your wand betrays you and you start to feel that second ticklegasm build up in you. My hand slips down back to your nipples, teasing them with gentle tickles as you get closer and closer. "Aw you're getting close. Good girl. You like it right here? I bet this feels good. Oh you're shaking." Then right as you are about to release I stop. The vibrator is pulled off your tip. My hand leaves your nipples. You lay there right on the edge unable to get the release you ended up craving.

Your frustration sets in as your denial washes over you. Your poor member left twitching and throbbing about to release. "I thought you couldn't ticklecum again?" I mock. You shoot me a desperate look somewhere between begging and anger as you whisper the words please through your trembling lips. "Please what? I want to hear you beg for it." You desperately beg to gigglecum, biting your lip and smiling when the vibrator flicks back on.

It doesn't take long to get you right back to that ticklish edge. "Beg for it Amy, or I'll take it away again." The words leaving your mouth barely form sentences and are more random pathetic pleadings as I hover the vibrator over your edged throbbing princess wand. Your whole body tenses as I firmly press the wand against you and a wave of ticklegasm washes over. "Oh that's it. I knew there was more princess milk in there. Good girl. That's it. Let it all out."

The last bit is spent from your wand as you lay your head back breathing heavily. The wand clicks off and not a second later my hand grabs your poor member and starts stroking, flicking my thumb over the head with each stroke. Your eyes widen in horror. You flail and let out such cute whimpering exhausted protests. "You convinced me how badly you needed to gigglecum. I think you've earned all the ticklish little princessgasms you can have." My hand slides over the hypersensitive royal member with ease after your most recent mess you've made. You arch your back, roll your head back and forth, anything you try to give yourself a moment of sanity, but there is none. "Aww what happened to saying how badly you needed this? You were just begging for it a second ago." My other hand picks up the brush and revisits your feet while I'm stroking you mercilessly. It's all too much and you start to feel dizzy. Your begging and pleadings are met with a devilish smile. Your member starts to stiffen though remains incredibly way too sensitive. "That's it. Give me one more, Amy. Give me every last drop of that princess milk." The brush assaults your feet relentlessly the whole time you approach your ticklegasm. You desperately roll your eyes back, whole body trembling as a desperate and fully spent ticklegasm hits you. The mixture of laughing and moaning is so desperate and subconscious at this point and your moments are almost all involuntary reflexes with how spent you are. You lay limp, spent, and exhausted. Catching your breath, covered in sweat, you lay there twitching as even the air is hypersensitive against your body. Ticklish tears streak your cheeks. I gently kiss your stomach causing you to reflexively tense. I lean in and kiss your forehead.

"Who is my favorite tickle toy?" I tease holding up my wiggling fingers. With your whole body still wiggling and twitching despite me not tickling you at the moment, you quickly respond that you are.

"And a good tickle toy loves her tickles, doesn't she?" I gently tickle my fingers on your belly while waiting for you to agree. Once you give me an exhausted and desperate nod too tired to squirm away. "Good girl, because I have a lot more for you. I'm going to play with you all night."

Your eyes widen in horror as I resume the ticklish torture across your entire body all over again. Your ticklish laughter and screams echo out as I play with my tickle toy for hours to come.

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yuujispinkhair · 2 years

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Sundress Season

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: smut, fluff Word Count: 2.2k Warnings: 18+, smut, Yuuji in a sundress, sex on the beach (semi-public), handjob cum-eating, fingering, thigh riding, creampie, praise kink. This is just a smutty little story about fucking your pretty boyfie Yuuji at the beach while you're both wearing a sundress. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

It starts with a dare. It's unclear who initiated it, but you suspect it was Toge. Though some people will claim it was Nobara. Either way, there is always one person among your friend group who volunteers for these kinds of things. And that's why Yuuji is currently strutting into the common room wearing a big boyish grin and a red sundress.

He looks good. So good actually that you forget to breathe for a moment. The thin straps holding the dress up do nothing to cover Yuuji's buff arms and pecs. There is definitely too much smooth tan skin on display to make this an innocent look. And when your gaze trails further down, it just gets worse because the dress is short on a tall guy like Yuuji. It stops midthigh, barely covering enough of Yuuji to make it decent.

Many other guys would be shy or even embarrassed in a situation like this, but not Yuuji. Instead, there's a happy spring to his step, and you are sure he is trying to sway his hips seductively, clearly having the time of his life. The skirt sways softly around his sun-kissed muscular thighs, drawing everyone's eyes to his toned legs.

You gulp hard. This was just a stupid little idea born out of boredom, something everyone was in hysterics about and laughed and screamed and took pictures of to upload to their social media accounts with a caption saying, "Lmaooo Itadori is proof that sundress season 2022 is for the boys!".

But the thing is that seeing your boyfriend like this does something to you. It does a lot to you. Your pussy throbs in excitement, making you press your thighs together.

It's a bit embarrassing that you get wet just from looking at Yuuji. But you can't help it. He looks gorgeous! If anyone has the perfect body for a cute little sundress like that, it definitely is him. You bite your lip as your hungry gaze travels over his muscles and tan skin, unable to hide your enamourment.

There's a bright smile on Yuuji's handsome face when your gaze meets his, and he laughs loudly, making his honey eyes sparkle as he reaches out to take your hand in his large one.

"Are you gonna take me to the beach, baby? I dressed up so prettily for you!"

His laugh turns into a soft moan when you close the remaining distance between the two of you and press yourself against his solid body, getting on your tiptoes to breathe a tender kiss onto his neck and whisper in his ear:

"Yes, you look very pretty. My pretty, pretty boy. The things I want to do to you... you drive me crazy, Yuuji."

Before one of the others can decide that you should all go have a fun day at the beach, you quickly tug on Yuuji's hand and pull him along. You aren't willing to share him for the next hours. Not before you sated your hunger for your pretty boy in his cute sundress!

"You don't seem to mind wearing that dress."

The park bench you and Yuuji are sitting on is a bit off the boardwalk, a scenic spot hidden from view by a small hill and a bunch of palm trees. But you can see the nearby beach and hear the soft rushing of the waves.

The afternoon sun is shining down on the two of you, making Yuuji's tan skin glisten with a thin layer of sweat. He is sitting here with the confidence of someone who is just wearing his usual everyday beach outfit and not a bright red sundress with a flowery pattern in yellow and orange hues.

He just shrugs and smiles.

"You know, I always lose my mind when you wear a sundress, so I thought, why not try it myself? And honestly, I feel pretty sexy! It's just that..."

He trails off and chuckles softly while scratching his neck sheepishly, giving you one of his extra cute puppy looks.

"What is it, Yuu?"

"It feels a bit funny to sit here with my bare ass and balls on this bench. I'm kinda worried I'll get a splinter."

You blink at him, feeling your mouth drop.

"Wh...what? Are... are you naked underneath that dress?"

There's an amused sparkle in Yuuji's honey eyes, and he laughs at the surprised look on your face.

"Yeah. Well, I thought it always says sundress and no panties season. So I thought I should go without boxers. It seemed only fair. Was that wrong?"

"Oh god, Yuuji. It was absolutely the right thing to do!"

You're feeling a bit lightheaded, and it's not because of the summer heat. It's all because of your sexy boyfriend sitting next to you in a skimpy little sundress with nothing underneath! Arousal is coursing through your body, wild and demanding.

All this tan skin and buff muscles, combined with the sweet sunshine smile and the pretty pastel pink hair, are driving you crazy with need. You will burst if you have to keep your hands to yourself just one second longer!

And so you reach out and place a hand on Yuuji's knee, giving it a squeeze as you lean closer to kiss his cheek sweetly. You let your hand wander up his muscular thigh, your mouth watering when you feel his firm muscles flex under your palm. Hot, smooth skin and brawny muscles.

Your lips hover over Yuuji's neck, brushing softly against him when you speak:

"You're such a pretty boy. The prettiest boy I ever saw."

Yuuji's answering moan is making more cream gather between your thighs. Fuck, he's so cute! The praise always works on him, always making him blush and moan and get horny.

By now, your hand is slipping under his dress. You risk a curious glance downwards while pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to Yuuji's neck. And what you see makes a soft gasp fall from your lips: Your sweet boy is hard.

There's a big tent in his pretty sundress, where his erection is lifting the thin fabric, big cock so horny and eager, begging to be taken care of.

It would be a shame to leave him yearning. A good boy like Yuuji deserves to get his pretty cock stroked, especially when he's all dolled up in a cute little sundress looking so gorgeous for you!

And so you caress his toned inner thighs, fingers slowly getting closer and closer to where his cock is straining against his sundress.

"Do you want me to touch you, my pretty boy?"

Yuuji's loud, needy whine would be answer enough, but he adds in a husky voice:

"F...fuck, yes, please, touch my cock, baby. Need it so bad, please!"

His whine turns into a strangled moan when you finally wrap your hand around his thick base and pump him slowly, giving him a thorough handjob under his cute little dress.

You spoil his pretty cock with your hand, making sure to take good care of him. Caressing him with slow strokes up and down his whole length, feeling him twitch and throb under your palm.

Your sweet boy is so horny, exactly the way you love it. And another thing you love about him is how unashamed he is. Yuuji spreads his legs for you needily, giving himself to you, silently begging for more of your touch. And of course, you give it to him.

Your hand wanders down to his heavy balls, caressing them gently while you kiss him with deep and tender French kisses, moaning into his mouth when you think of all the loads of hot cum that your pretty boy has waiting for you in those full balls.

He whines into your mouth so cute and needy, and when you pump his straining cock in your hand again, a bit faster this time, his hips buck, and he pushes eagerly into your hand, fucking himself in your palm, so turned on that he just can't hold back.

"You're so cute, my pretty boy. So big and hot in my hand. Want you to make a mess. Want it all over my hand."

Yuuji makes the cutest little noise in the back of his throat, a high-pitched sob, before turning his face into your neck, trying to muffle his cute horny noises as he cums.

You feel him pulse over your hand, sticky and hot seed running down over your fingers and wrist as you stroke him through his orgasm, listening to his cute moans and needy sobs.

You only stop touching him once he has finished nutting all over your hand, and he looks at you with dilated pupils and flushed cheeks. Such a sweet and pretty boy! And you know that he also tastes as sweet as he looks.

You bring your cum-covered hand up to your mouth, wanting to get a taste of your boyfriend's sweetness, but before you can do so, Yuuji's large hand grabs yours and brings it to his lips with a cheeky smile on his handsome face.

"Let me, cutie."

His honey eyes look deeply into yours as he slowly licks his cum off your hand, collecting it all on his tongue. You moan at the sight, pussy clenching needily, your panties absolutely soaked by now.

Yuuji leans closer with his mouth open, sticking his tongue out to show you his cum on it, waiting submissively for you to take what you want.

"You're such a good boy."

Your voice sounds breathless, your arousal evident in it as you cup Yuuji's cheek and caress it gently before you tilt your face to lick his cum off his tongue, moaning when it melts into your mouth.

And now Yuuji's large hands start to wander too. One of them slips gently between your thighs, pushing your soaked panties to the side to caress your slick clit lovingly.

"So wet...fuck! Want to make you feel good, cutie. Did you ever fuck a boy in a dress?"

"Ah, Yuuji! No, never, but I'm about to change that."

"Ok, just give me a few minutes, and I'll be ready to go again."

You can't help but smile against his lips when he meets you for another hot kiss. Sweet, sexy Yuuji. Always so eager to please you!

He helps you on his lap, where you press your pussy against his muscular thigh, panting heavily when Yuuji pulls down the straps of your own sundress, making your tits spill out right in front of his face. His soft lips pepper tender kisses over your nipples while you moan and whine and grind needily against him, your pussy so creamy with arousal that you leave a wet mess all over Yuuji's muscular thigh.

Yuuji's stamina is astounding, and to your joy, he is already hard again.

You watch hungrily as he lifts the front of his sundress to wrap a hand around his thick base. His gorgeous cock is twitching eagerly, and his pretty pink tip is already leaking big drops of pearly pre-cum.

Yuuji's horny gaze meets yours.

"That's so hot! Oh fuck! Come and get that dick, sweetie. Please fuck me in my sundress!"

You gasp and adjust your seating, mewling Yuuji's name needily when he rubs his thick cockhead over your swollen clit, massaging you with it until you are about to cum right then and there. But before you lose yourself to pleasure completely, Yuuji finally pushes himself into you, strong hands holding you in place, making both of you moan when he bottoms out inside you, filling your tight pussy up so completely with his girth.

Yuuji is the type of guy who can go for hours, taking his time with you, and make slow sweet love to you. But today is not the day for that. Not here at the beach where people could find you. Not here where the two of you are both wearing cute sundresses.

And so your pretty boy bounces you on his gorgeous cock at a fast horny pace, snapping his hips to fuck you with deep thrusts that make you tremble and shake. And you meet him eagerly, bracing yourself on his strong shoulders, riding his fat cock like there's no tomorrow, leaning down to let your tits jiggle into his pretty face, gasping anytime you feel him rub against your sensitive nipples.

When you cum, Yuuji's face is buried between your naked tits, strong hands wrapped tightly around your waist as both of you are unable to contain your loud moans.

Your pussy clenches wildly around his fat cock, milking him with the spasms of your orgasm. And Yuuji fucks his seed eagerly into you, pumping you so full of it that you can already feel some of it leak out and make a sticky mess on his thighs and the pretty sundress.

Your pussy is still twitching from the intense orgasm, still so full of Yuuji's gorgeous cock and his cum, but you already feel a new wave of craving wash over you. You don't want to go back home. Instead, you want to stay here at the beach and keep touching your pretty boy.

"I need you, Yuuji. I need more, please."

"Don't worry, we can stay here all evening, baby. You really like fucking me in a dress, hm?"

His tone is cheeky, and his honey eyes sparkle proudly. But judging by the way his cock is already throbbing in you again, you know exactly that your sweet boyfriend is just as eager as you to get fucked again and again in his pretty sundress.

Thank you so much for reading!! This story happened because my lovely friend @mylittlesyn showed me a Twitter post about boys getting fucked in sundresses :) And I got inspired by the song "Dress" by Charlotte Sands, which has been on my Yuuji playlist for a while already.

Anyways, I think Yuuji would absolutely look pretty in a sundress, and he has the charm and confidence to pull it off! Please let me know what you think. Would you fuck Yuuji in a sundress too? Ahahaha, please leave some nice comments, and reblogs would be very sweet too!

#yuuji x reader #yuuji smut #yuuji fluff #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk smut #itadori x reader #itadori smut #itadori fluff #yuji x reader #yuji smut #yuji fluff #itadori yuuji x reader #itadori yuuji smut #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk imagines #itadori yuuji fluff #jujutsu kaisen smut #yuuji x you

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octaviareina · 11 months

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It is impossible to not think that what is happening to Charles is not on purpose, since the presentation he is not happy with this car. In the first race, a human error, which until now has not been justified what that error was. Charles is much faster than the car and that makes him bring magic, but the car just can't handle the weight of having a driver at Charles's level.

And now this car is a disaster, it's poorly built, I wonder how the beautiful SF-75 turned into such a dump. Well we all know, Lapo Elkann knows best.

Back to my main point, since last year Charles has been sabotaged internally, I've been called crazy and stuff, but apparently people finally starting to see it. Once can happen, twice is coincidence, three times is a recurrence of a pattern that has been installed. It looks like it's a problem for the team if Charles go well, yesterday he was fine, the car was fine, he was riding comfortable and his numbers were close to the carlos car, even driving the "old" car, this morning the same course, everything was fine with his car in FP3. And suddenly, a problem arises? The car stops responding, the engineers say it's the tires, but it doesn't make any sense.

Charles has been complaining that something is wrong with the car since Miami, has anyone on his team checked? Being very honest, I don't trust anyone in his garage and especially his "neighbor". The disaster that occurs is inevitable, and the nervousness and despair that the other side transmits when Charles shows the slightest improvement.

"Oh, ferrari loves Charles, he won at Monza" remember Kimi, he had just won a championship when Ferrari threw him under the bus. Ferrari doesn't love anyone, they love money and politics. Those who follow me longer know what I always say, Ferrari's fear is that Charles will become bigger than them, eventually that will happen... But they will do their best to stop him.

#f1 #formula 1 #charles leclerc #ferrari #scuderia ferrari #fred vasseur

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ohyoufool · 2 months

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Writing Patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

Tagged by: @doggernaut and @montrealmadison my besties!!! I am so touched!!!!! and aren't we lucky that I just hit 10 posted fics?? And because I can't stop yapping, I put a little note about each of them.

austin (check, please!, bitty/jack)

"Jack comes to Georgia like a summer thunderstorm."

(this one is alternately titled 'I went through a lot of breakups last year and got into country line dancing and it shows')

call of the champions (check, please!, lardo/camilla)

"It’s Lardo and her board."

(THE FUCKING FIC. I AM SO PROUD OF HER. and also I bought a sick salt late city 2002 olympics leather jacket because of it and it's basically my whole personality)

creation myth (check, please!, bitty/jack)

"It goes like this."

(this is me and @montrealmadison's magnum opus, and I learned how to bind books just to immortalize it)

sloshed with gold (check, please!, bitty/jack)

"Jack’s phone starts ringing halfway through his Tuesday morning jog."

(if you like nhl!bitty and photographer!jack, she's your jam. not sure if I will ever like the way I wrote this one but eyyyyyy it exists)

rocket man (voltron, keith/lance)

"The fireflies were flickering above Keith’s dark hair to light the path. He stood on the porch as Lance looked out from the doorway. There was a moment of silence. “You will help me keep him here this time, won’t you?” he asked."

(I won't apologize for voltron. I am too far past the shame. i wrote a paper on voltron queerbaiting and it got me into college. I owe her everything.)

season of the witch (check, please!, bitty/jack)

"Sometimes, Bitty gets carried away with baking."

(um fun fact there's apparently been a typo in the first line of this one for the last THREE YEARS ?????? its fixed now but dear god. I would delete this if it didn't have the second most hits of any check please fic i've written. I cant reread it it makes me want to die.)

don't waste another mile or minute (not kissing me) (voltron, keith/lance)

"Light. An unusual amount of light. Keith throws his elbow over his face as he peels his eyes open, wincing as the sun blasts through an open window."

(an OLD banger that I wrote at my first internship because it was so boring. some clever lines but my writing has improved tenfold since 2018)

and all I can taste is this moment (voltron, adam/shiro)

"There is absolutely nothing like flying, Takashi Shirogane, sixteen, almost-professional pilot, assumes. He assumes because he hasn’t been allowed to fly (yet), but if the simulator gives him any idea of what flight is like, Shiro is going to be hungry for it for the rest of his life."

(my magnum opus before creation myth, and the longest thing I've ever written (48k). yall ever yolo on a rarepair and write a biblically accurate cold war fic? no? just me? ok.)

last sunrise in the wasteland (voltron, keith/lance)

"The first time that Keith kisses Lance, the sky is the color of cotton candy. "

(this is my fic with the most hits which is great except there's a softcore porn scene in it I forgot about and subsequently subjected my grandpa to when he was reading it and making edits for me. so now it makes me want to die a little thinking about that. no he never brought it up.)

In my veins (carry on, baz/simon)

"On the worst day, Baz wakes up in Simon’s arms, the cursed tattoo glaring at him in the morning sunshine. Simon is still passed out, body curled into Baz, chestnut curls bouncing with each heady breath. The mark bitten onto his neck from the night before flashing like a highway sign on his neck."

(once someone bookmarked this with the tag 'out of character' and it has haunted me every single fucking day since I read that. WHY DID THEY BOOKMARK IT IF THEY DIDN'T LIKE IT. sorry it drives me crazy. I DONT UNDERSTAND.)

Tagging (no pressure, and anyone else can also jump in!): @justlookfrightened @bittysthesis @chaoskiro @zimbits-my-love @parseisflat @a-very-gay-disaster @dessertwaffles

#omgcp #i speak #omg check please #this was wonderful thank you

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seokka0o · 1 year

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Omg please write more about cix hyunsuk <3 He’s driving me absolutely crazy rn

Maybe a kitchen scenario? 👁️👁️ But food is not the only getting eaten that night? 👁️👁️

Thank you hehe, love your writing!! xx

Hey babe, of course I can do ♡ thank you for your support.

I think of a loving dinner. you're spending the weekend together after a long time. The fun starts from the day before which puts you in a more intimate mood since then, sex in the morning and lunchtime and you stay in shape until dinner. You're too lazy to cook so you order something for delivery, it would take a while to arrive so you move the table, organizing everything so you can eat. Hyunsuk is very clingy, he follows you wherever you go and soon he is in the kitchen, right behind you, hugging you, walking you around the kitchen space, not saying a word, just watching you with that curious rabbit face. The way he is welcoming despite his exaggerated size makes you smile at nothing and Hyunsuk just wants to make sure he has all of you before that dream is over, so he holds you tight in his arms, sighing softly, waiting for you to finish what you do to be able to sit you at the table facing him this time.

"What is that?" Hyunsuk will smile tenderly and take your lips, with short seals, which will lengthen, initiating and deepening a little intense kiss, it is a very affectionate energy that hyunsuk has to offer, firm hands on your thighs, rising snuggling caresses, you immersed in his kiss because even before you know what awaits you, so you're taking your time. Hyunsuk pushes your shirt as he caresses it, showing more of your skin, the digits decorating the soft skin, his lips bouncing from yours to your neck, to your shoulder, he lifting your clothes and lowering, now with his eyes and attention on you "no panties?" ;" always " hyunsuk gently opening your legs, long fingers running along the insides, you sighs of anticipated pleasure and take a moment to collect yourself, brace yourself on your hands and spread your legs wider as you feel his fingers leave your lips and expose your entire vulva, you weren't so wet yet, but the first contact of his tongue with your intimacy is enough for you to tremble from head to toe, moans dragging through the entire kitchen, the hot air suddenly coming out to your center showing that he had laughed at your reaction, but hyunsuk just continues what he does without caring too much "yes baby,just like that" the plea coming out Slyly the way he drags his tongue all over your region, feeling you like what he likes so much, keeping his hands firmly on your legs to keep them apart for him, your entrance burning and contracting waiting for hyunsuk to do something about it. He spends a good amount of time kissing your skin and sucking you, taking his time, stopping again and again to watch as your entrance receives his fingers, eyes bright and concentrated, as if doing it for the first time, pink lips covered by your liquid and his own his saliva and then every now and then he would be looking at you waiting to see your reactions; the way you contract, how you bite your lips to hold back your pleasure, the natural way the moans escape your lips, how you tip your head back when you feel like you can't take it anymore, everything is completely perfect in his vision.

You feel like you're going to get lost in the immensity in a moment, even when he's just testing the waters, your body already knew the pattern, with orgasms very close you were already holding his hair with a much less moderate force "Hyun... I need you inside me please" please don't need to be your utterances, he's there for you pressing himself between your legs already, you won't even notice when he puts his dick out only when he slides inside you with so much ease making you cry, calling him with a certain desperation and then he would once again let the neighborhood know his name. Keeping your body steady for him, moderate thrusts, hyunsuk with his head lying on your shoulder, moaning incoherently, sighing, taking his warm breath to your skin making you shiver, concentrated, ready to make you his one more time. Your hands wrapped in his arms and you diving into each other deeply, tasting you already for the thousandth time in the day, reaching your limits with very little time left for lunch to be delivered.

#moka thoughts #cix hard hours #cix smut #hyunsuk hard hours #hyunsuk smut #yoon hyunsuk smut #moka dreams

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what makes me sooo crazy about pucci is that he does the things he does out of love. like he loves perla, he loves weather, and the things he does are wrong and harmful but he does do them because he wants to save them from harm and heartbreak because! he loves them! and i think he can't like deal with the fact that he was part of the reason perla died and weather's life was ruined, so he had to shift the accountability to fate and not deal with the fact that maybe, just maybe, the world is cruel and he did the wrong thing (not that I even actually blame him, but he sure does).

LITERALLY EXACTLY…. like its so beyond fucked its what drives me crazy about him too, like this paradox of unjustified acts he commits that ultimately come from these very human emotions….. like his baby sister was everything to him and with the way he questioned why wes passed even as a child reads to me as like… it was something that was always on his mind and he most likely longed for his lost brother, a feeling that must have only doubled when he found out that he was alive. like thats what makes the whole backstory so oedipus-esque, like he loves his siblings so much and in trying to spare them from what he sees as deeper suffering by offering them a lesser evil he, by cruel coincidense, pushes them into the most horrific event imaginable. the tragedy of it is so insane like i cant stop thinking about it

but like even after that and after developing his guilt complex he still repeats that pattern of action. like he cares about humans at large so he doesnt want them to go through the pain he and his loved ones experienced, so he does a lot of morally questionable and by now downright evil things, because he thinks that the pain of those actions is lesser to the suffering hes trying to prevent. and had he succeeded the world he would have created would have honestly most likely been horrific and the worst imaginable existance for many people. its the cycle of his backstory just on a larger scale, luckily interupted right at the end.

#MOST INSANE CHARACTER EVER. also i love your takes on him always!!!!#anyways. when characters are stuck repeating their own tragedy and dont even realize 🤜🤜🤜🤜🤜👊🤜👊🤜👊#jojo #pucci posting

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duskwoodgirl4life · 10 months

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Chapter 3

Jake and I had been texting each other back and forth for the last week. We were getting along really well. Jake was still dating Emma; they had been together for 1 month now. I had agreed to give Jason another chance. My heart still wasn't really in whatever it was we had going on but I stuck with it. I had been with Jason for 1 month. He insisted we go out for dinner. I knew what he was getting at; he kept leaving hints every time we were together. I kept telling him I wasn't ready to sleep with him yet but it didn't stop him from trying. Tonight was going to be the biggest challenge as it's our 1 month anniversary if that's what you can even call it.

I've found myself thinking about Jake a lot more than I should. We have been talking every night on the phone before we go to bed. We have even video called each other and fallen asleep with the video still running. I know I still care a lot about him. I never did stop loving him but I think he's moving on at least that's what it looks like. I get snapped out of my thoughts by my phone buzzing. I pick it up and see that it's Jason.

Jason: hello beautiful, just wanted to check in make sure your doing okay I can't wait to see you tonight 😘

I really wish he wouldn't call me that, that name is only for Jake to call me. I take a deep breath in and out and reply back.

MC: Hi, yeah I'm doing okay thanks I'm looking forward to dinner as well see you later

Jason: I've got a very special evening planned I just know your going to love it

MC: can't wait will see you later

I throw my phone down on the bed and drop down onto the bed, I can sense that tonight it is going to be so annoying if he thinks I'm sleeping with him he's got another thing coming. I finally pull myself off the bed and go to get a shower and change into something that isn't sweatpants and Jake's hoodie. After showering I wrap the towel around me and go into the bedroom. I sit myself down on the bed and start to dry my hair. Once I've finished I put my hair up so I can do my makeup. Before I even get to put any on my phone, I see that it's Jake video calling me and a smile spreads across my face.

MC: Hey Jake what's up?

Jake: Hey MC, I need your help. I'm going out tonight and I can't decide which shirt to wear. Please help!!

MC: oh I'm fine thanks for asking Jake I couldn't help but giggle at Jake's facial expression

Jake: MC!

MC: alright, alright I'm only messing hold them both up again

Jake: This one? Or this one?

Jake holds up two shirts, one is plain black I always loved Jake in that shirt. I never thought it was possible for someone to look even hotter in a shirt before. The other one was a blue shirt with a check pattern on it.

MC: go with the black shirt Jake

Jake: thank you MC you're a lifesaver

I sit and watch as Jake takes off his t-shirt I've missed seeing his smooth chest, watching him put on the black shirt is driving me crazy

MC: Jake? Can I ask you something

Jake: sure MC anything

MC: can you come over please

Jake: sure I have a few hours before I need to meet Emma

I put down my phone. I can't help but smile should Jake and I try again? Could we really work better a second time? I think breaking up with him was a mistake and I think I really wanna give us another go. I'm so lost in my thoughts that I completely forget I'm still in my towel and Jake's at the door. I quickly go to answer the door. "Hey Jake come in" standing to one side I let Jake in and close the door behind him. I feel like my heart's beating a million miles an hour. Why am I so nervous now? "Are you okay MC? You look flustered "I snap out of my thoughts quickly it's now or never. I walk over to Jake and push him up against the wall and kiss him. I can feel his hands running over my butt.

I felt Jake push me away slightly and look into my eyes "MC are you sure this is what you want?" I looked into Jake's ocean blue eyes. I knew this is what I wanted. "Yes Jake it's what I want" Jake's lips crashed back onto mine pushing me up against the wall his hands running all over me. We started to take each other's clothes off dropping them on the floor as we moved to the bedroom. After we finished we both lay panting on the bed in each other's arms. "You haven't missed a beat Jake, that was amazing" I felt Jake's arm wrap around me and kiss my forehead. "I could say the same about you MC" we stayed in each other's arms for a while longer until Jake had to leave to go meet Emma. "Jake, can we do this again sometime?" Jake finished putting his trousers on and looked at me. "Anytime you want my angel"

Jake kissed me goodbye and I got myself dressed and applied some makeup and fixed my hair. I couldn't help but smile. I could smell Jake's scent on me. I didn't care if Jason would smell it. Once I'd finished getting ready I grabbed my keys and purse and headed to my car. Before I set off, my phone buzzed in my purse. I took it out and saw that Jake had texted me.

Jake: Hey, just wanted to say thank you for before I had an amazing time ;)

MC: Hey, I had the best time seeing you in that black shirt. I just had to see you ;)

Jake: I'll have to wear it more often for you ;) I better go Emma as just arrived talk to you later xx

MC: talk to you later Jake xx

I put my phone back in my purse and started the car. Jason had booked us a table at the new restaurant that's just opened up. It was called the smoking hot which did not apply to Jason. I parked my car and got out of the car and walked towards the restaurant. I could see Jason already sat at the table. I took a couple deep breaths in and out and walked into the restaurant. I was greeted by the matradee who showed me to the table. Jason's face lit up as I got closer to the table. "Hi MC you look stunning it's so good to see you" the matradee pulled out the chair so I could sit down. "Hi Jason, this is a really nice place" I looked around the restaurant and everything was stunning.

The waiter came over and handed us a menu each as I was looking at what food they had. I felt Jason's hand move across the table and touch mine. "You really do look stunning MC seeing you here tonight it only confirms my feelings for you" I look up at Jason I can see in his eyes what he's about to say before I can stop him he's already said it. "I love you MC I really do" his words made me feel awful. I knew I didn't feel the same way about him and yet before I knew what was happening the words slipped out of my mouth. "I feel the same way" I mentally cursed myself for saying I felt the same way. I didn't love him and yet I've just sat here and told him I did. He looks so happy. I have no idea how the hell I am going to get out of this now. I guess there is no going back at least not yet.

Jake's POV

Sitting across from Emma listening to her tell me about her day my thoughts drift off to MC and the encounter we had. It brings a smile to my face. She really is the most beautiful creature I have ever been with. I really don't know why I'm even dragging this relationship out with Emma. I guess I don't really want to be alone so I'm just stringing her along until I can decide what I want. I know it's not fair on Emma. She's going to be heartbroken when I finally tell her. I can't do it tonight. This is our 1 month anniversary. Her hand reaches across the table and takes my hand in hers. "Jake I need to tell you something I've been wrestling with the thought of telling you and I'm just going to do it. Jake I'm in love with you"

My eyes feel like they have shot out of their sockets. Did she really just say that to me? She's fallen in love with me. I can see the smile starting to fade on her face. She thinks I don't feel the same way. Her thought would be right but I like the idiot I am. I tell her that I feel the same way. "I feel the same way Emma" her face lights back up and she leans across the table and kisses me on the lips. Great Jake you have really gone and done it this time.

After we finish our dinner we take a walk along the river holding each other's hand. I can sense that she is wanting something more out of this walk. She turns to me and kisses me on the lips. Her hands are all over my body. It feels strange to have someone else's hands on me like this. "Jake let's go back to my place" before I even have a chance to reply back. She's dragging me back to the car and we are on our way back to her apartment.

We get back to her apartment and her hands are back on me. Her lips crash onto mine. She's pushed me up against her apartment door trying to get the key in. After a few minutes she finally gets the key in and drags me into her apartment. "Come on big boy the bedroom is this way" she takes hold of my hand and leads me towards the bedroom.

The next morning I wake up before Emma and quickly get dressed and leave her a note making up some excuse that I've had a family emergency. I feel back doing what I've just done but I need to get out of there. I will make it up to her another time. I make my way back home once I get back to the apartment I go up to my room and fall back on the bed and let out a long sigh.

#duskwood #everbyte game #duskwood jake #duskwood hacker #iamjake #duskwood jake x mc #i love you jake #jake x mc #he loves me #i love you #maybe we should just be friends #just friends

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tiredstressedemotionalmess · 1 year

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oh! and 👗🪢💄👽 for ghoul? AND 😺🔪🫂💝 for kobra!! (i saw you already had an ask for jet)

Ghoul:

👗 A headcanon about their clothes

even though he doesn't really give a shit about clothes or fashion, i feel like ghoul has one of the most cohesive and consistent styles out of any of the killjoys. it's mostly because he doesn't own that many different clothes, so the ones he does own all tend to follow a similar pattern. they have have the same general color scheme, blacks, yellows, and varying shades of green, so pretty much any outfit he wears (as long as its just his own clothes he's wearing) looks good and a lot more put together than someone like jet star, lets say, who just wears combinations of literally anything he likes regardless of weather or not it really "goes together". again, its not like a conscious effort he makes to have his clothes match, he just has a few favorite colors and doesnt care enough to get clothes outside of that

🪢 A headcanon about their family

he's a sandpup, and his parents were ghosted when he was far too young to remember them. he does remember this teenaged joy, though, who took care of him for the first few years of his life, before they were ghosted too and he was picked up the the next crew (a cycle that would continue for years until he decided to go it alone and ran into the rest of the four). he was still really young when he was with that first joy, so he only has really faint flashes of memories with them, and he doesn't even remember their name, but he still writes letters to "the first joy that raised me" from time to time in hopes the witch knows who he's talking about.

as far as he's aware, he's always been an only child, but his older sibling doesn't mind that he's forgotten; they still enjoy his letters all the same

💄 An appearance headcanon

he does NOT wash his hair like. at all. obviously showers and bathing are hard to come by in the zones, but everyone else in his crew makes a point to try and do it as often as possible (party and kobra bc they're used to it from the city, jet bc he likes his hair to *not* be a horrible dry and tangled mess). but ghoul grew up never learning or caring about personal hygiene like AT ALL so this gross motherfucker only bathes when people start complaining abt his smell, and even then he just doesnt wash his fucking hair bc he doesnt see the point! so he's got this shoulder length, stringy, greasy black mop of his head, and it drives jet crazy and that definitely contributes to him not washing it even more

👽 A headcanon about a weird quirk of theirs

he needs *very* specific conditions when he's trying to work with electronics or machines. it doesnt really matter so much if hes just mindlessly tinkering with parts and shit, but when he's actively trying to fix something or build something, he needs it to be quiet, but NOT silent. silent means he cant focus, but too much noise, like too many conversations going on at once or loud music playing or something, means he can't focus either! he also cant have ANYTHING touching his face while he's working, or it pisses him off and entirely ruins his concentration. he doesnt wear any sort of mask when working, and has to keep his hair tied back bc if so much as a strand touches his face he will absolutely lose it and he'll have to stop whatever hes working on immediately to fix it

Kobra:

😺 An animal related headcanon

snake boy likes snakes, obviously, but i feel like he just also really loves animal in general! growing up in the city, he always wanted a pet like a dog or a cat or something, but his parents were like "absolutely the fuck not :)" so when he gets out to the desert he basically tries to adopt and befriend literally every fucking animal he comes across, and i mean EVERY. FUCKING. ANIMAL. snakes in particular, tho, he fucking loves and will just. pick up! regardless of whether or not he knows they're venomous! he'll be all "guys look what i found :D friend!" and then he hold up a fucking rattlesnake or some shit and everyone freaks out on him but in his thought process is always "if it turns on me i can take it im a badass its fine"

hes basically the type of guy who'd try and hug a bear bc he thinks if it attacks him he'd be able to fight it/outrun it and win

🔪 A headcanon relating to fighting/violence

he prefers to fight with his fists, and while he's not terrible with a raygun, his fighting style with it typically revolves around him only shooting to disarm his opponent in some way, thereby forcing them into a physical fight which he knows he can win. he's fast as hell, is great at predicting his opponent's next moves based off their body language, and he knows exactly when to strike and where to strike to make it hurt the most. and this part's kind of fucked up but i think he really fucking likes breaking ppls bones, actually, so he tends to do that like. A LOT when he gets into fights bc he knows it fucking HURTS and it'll take whoever he's fighting out of commission for a WHILE

🫂 A friendship headcanon

KOBRA AND GHOUL ARE THE BEST FUCKING FRIENDS EVER no matter what version of my canon im thinking abt they are always bffs in a way that almost reminds me of like, stereotypical tween girls from 90's movies? but a bit more destructive. like YES they will have sleepovers in each others rooms and YES they will make blanket forts and shit and be all "you can't come in if you dont know the secret password" to party and jet, and kobra likes to braid ghoul's hair bc he used to do it with his own back in the city when it was longer and he finds it fun, and ghoul will build dumb little explosives for kobra that really only just make noise so kobra can prank ppl around the diner with them, and they set shit on fire together A LOT like. a disturbing amount. and they always go to each other first when they need help on projects and they are BEST! FRIENDS!

💝 A headcanon about their love language

okay, so, i feel like more than anything, kobra's love language centers around feelings understood. bc like, he he absolutely loves cuddling and showing physical affection with his close friends/family, but there are some days where anyone or anything touching him makes him feel like he wants to Die and so, what means a lot more to him than people willing to touch him are people who know him well enough to sense when he doesn't want to be touched, and who dont press him or ask questions about why he's feeling that way. its the same thing for when he goes nonverbal and cant talk to ppl. he never feels more loved than when someone can tell that he's having one of those days and they dont press him or try and force him to communicate anyways, and it makes him feel on cloud fucking nine when people know he's nonverbal and they chose to be around him anyways! like when ppl just come and sit by him as he works, not saying anything or trying to get him to talk; idk he just loved knowing that ppl still want to be around him and still enjoy his company even when he can't converse with them

#asks #ask game #danger days headcanons #my headcanons #fun ghoul #the kobra kid

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I feel broken. I had a pretty toxic ex and when we were together he was really, really possessive. I'm talking "you don't need any friends but me" kind of possessive to the point where he'd get mad and ignore me when I'd talk to anyone else. the thing is I kind of have a possessiveness kink. and now whenever I'm with someone and they don't act like that I don't really feel any sparks. I HATE it because I've met a really great guy who's super nice and has a lot of the same kinks as me and I really like him but it's not that crazy strong attraction I had with my ex. like what the hell is wrong with me?? why can't I be happy unless I'm seen as a fucking possession instead of a person. I'm crazy right? I want to be able to make it work with his guy because he's so good to me and I know I deserve better but the feelings are as strong as I feel they should be.

Hey, I'm so sorry this took me so long to get to, I've been super busy but mostly it's because this is a really heavy & hard question — this type of pattern is so common and relatable to so many people. So the first thing I will say is no you're definitely not crazy and broken; the only crazy person in this situation is your toxic ex.

For a long time I had a similar issue where I would be really into men who had avoidant attachment styles - basically, they were distant, didn't fully show up emotionally, and/or didn't make it clear that I was worthy & valued. And then similar to you, I'd meet "great guys" who were very nice and present but after not long, I didn't feel the excitement or attraction for them.

So, I thought I would always have this awful problem of having to choose, basically between healthy & boring and unhealthy & exciting. But then I met my ex-dd. He was present, fully in love with me, accepting of who I was inside & out, supportive, AND super dominant and hot and exciting. So I finally felt like I didn't have to choose.

After he broke up with me, I realized that that amazing fantasy really only lasted in the beginning. After not long, he too was avoidant and distant, and even though I was super happy and fulfilled and thought our relationship was healthy, on some level I was always chasing after his affection, even though I didn't realize it at the time. A big part of what kept me attracted was the same thing that had kept me attracted to other men in the past. Being loved is thrilling when it feels like you only get droplets of it here and there, like a drug in short supply.

Being super in love with someone who sees you as a "possession instead of a person" is essentially the same. You're chasing after this person to love all of you, fully, see you as a whole person and appreciate your worth. On a logical level, you know they never will, but some part of you can't stop hoping, and that's the part of you that's driving your actions and attraction.

I think it will be helpful for you (and me) to reflect on that intense love you felt. Was it really love? Or was it a game, a challenge and a high? Long lasting love might feel bland by comparison, but the important thing is that it's actually real. It will fulfill you and enrich you and help you grow. It will keep you warm and safe in the middle of the night, make you laugh, and hold you when you cry.

Maybe this current guy is not it. Maybe there’s someone else who will give you more feelings of connection and excitement and magic while respecting you as a full person and helping you thrive. And at that point, you'll let that experience drive your actions and attraction. You deserve to feel totally and completely magnetized to someone who loves all of you. Good luck 💌

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I posted 5,790 times in 2022

That's 5,782 more posts than 2021!

2,746 posts created (47%)

3,044 posts reblogged (53%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@sing-against-the-sky

@sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine

@ejacutastic

I tagged 3,395 of my posts in 2022

Only 41% of my posts had no tags

#gvf - 2,220 posts

#greta van fleet - 2,168 posts

#josh kiszka - 1,897 posts

#jake kiszka - 1,876 posts

#danny wagner - 1,861 posts

#sam kiszka - 1,828 posts

#jake gvf - 1,815 posts

#josh gvf - 1,810 posts

#danny gvf - 1,787 posts

#sam gvf - 1,769 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#im going crazy im giggling like an idiot at my desk my coworker asked me whats so funny and im just laughing bc what am i supposed to do??

My Top Posts in 2022:

Neon Moon- S.F.K

Authors Note:

Haven't been able to stop thinking about making another period piece, but this time, The Wild West! I've been on a real Sam high lately and I can't stop thinking about how perfect long haired Sammy would look dressed as a cowboy, so I thought this would be a good story for him, plus I'm from the south so this was a lot of fun to write.

Synopsis:

You and your least favorite cowboy on the ranch have to ride out on a cattle drive alone together until one night tensions run high under the moonlight.

Word count: 9.9K (this is becoming a pattern)

WARNING: 18+ Minors DNI, Enemies to lovers smut, but make it a western. Swearing, alcohol, minor injury, fingering, light spanking, raw doggin' (wrap before you tap it with a cowboy babes).

Pairing: Cowboy!Sam x female reader

Let me know what you think, I love hearing from y'all! Let me know if you wanna be tagged in a future post and hit up my messages if you want a request for a future story! YEEHAW!

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Mended. J.M.K

Author’s Note: This story holds alot of my own bullshit from my past and kind of my journey back to self acceptance and letting go of what had been done to me. I'm hoping you guys enjoy my story, I've been wanting to move this pain into art and something that doesn't just belong to me anymore.

Requests:

Anon:

From the prompts, can u do something with Josh using: “ when i am near you, i finally know how it feels to breathe without worry, without caution. i just feel safe with you… “Like the reader had been in a toxic relationship prior to meeting Josh and when she feels how comfortable he makes her feel she confesses this quote to him??? And the whole thing is all fluffy and heartfelt🥺🥰😍😭 thank u sis for feeding us so well😩😩😩

And this Anon as well, I sort of added them to the pot!

Anon:Ok I’m shy but here I go😭🙈

Can you do something with the prompt:

“Just do what feels good baby, there’s no rush…”

Like maybe it’s her first time ✨riding✨ him and he’s kinda helping her and encouraging her? Something along those lines🥰

I kind of combined both of these requests for this fic!

Synopsis: After being with your boyfriend for so long, the two of you find yourselves sharing a long awaited first time.

Word Count: 6.2k (bit of a breeze eh?)

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Female Reader

Warnings: Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Very very fluffy, very sweet, very smutty. Foul language, oral, mentions of past sexual abuse and sexual trauma. (Wrap it before you tap your beautiful boyfriend)

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391 notes - Posted April 5, 2022

Snow Angel. J.M.K

authors note:

This is the first gvf one shot I've ever written and it's been ages since I've written like this before so I hope you enjoy it.

Synopsis:

On your vacation to a ski resort you run into the sexiest man on the mountain who practically saves your life.

Word count: 9.9K

WARNING: 18+ Minors DNI, fluff, definitely smutty, very smutty, praise, swearing, alcohol, oral (f recieving), raw doggin' (wrap before you tap). Mentions of injury and surgery (not crazy).

Pairing: Josh x female reader

Please let me know what you think!

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448 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

Take aways from the new Danny interview

Jake is the best cook, "from pasta to making a soup that takes 3 days"

Josh is the most particular about the band

Danny and Sam can read music Josh and Jake cannot but they say it's really not something they have to do alot

Heat Above was written 6 or 7 years before TBAGG and is the oldest song on the album

At camp fires Danny will either play on a cardboard box and bang on that or usually will play guitar

"I'm not a brother by blood but I am a brother."

They all stink after a show and all their wardrobe stinks.

Sam and Josh wash their feet right after a show and they all shower after to try and ground themselves (like duh but thank god)

Danny hasn't really Googled himself besides to see if they have his height right and when their tour dates are because he forgets

The boys had Thanksgiving together during the pandemic

Metallica is super fuckin nice

Describes himself as the most introverted in the band and is nervous to go up and introduce himself to big time artists at festivals (like girl me too I'd be so scared)

They enjoy making music videos alot (didn't say anything about any new ones or broken bells)

"New music is coming sooner than you think"

I love Danny omg he's so polite and sweet and I wanna kiss him all over.

https://youtu.be/AQnevMMLUKQ

496 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Feather Light- J.M.K

Author’s Note:

This is in response to an anon request I got asking for a tantric sex smut with Josh. I hope you can’t tell how little I know about tantric sex aside from the smut I’ve read on this godforsaken hell-site, but hey I had fun and I bet you will too! Also, I googled harem pants to see if they were what I thought they were called and now it's the only ad I get on instagram now so that’s cool.

Synopsis:

After so many relationships and sexual partners, you just can’t seem to find any real release, well, that’s until you met Dr. J.M.K.

Word count: 8.1K (some light reading)

WARNING: 18+ Minors DNI, smut but make it Dr. J.M.K, tantric sex, swearing, raw doggin' (wrap it before you tap your spiritual psychology teacher).

Pairing: Dr. J.M.K x female reader

I love hearing from all of you and what you think of my writing. Let me know what you’d like to see, any requests or if you would like to be added to my taglist for future stories! Love y’all!

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905 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

This is honestly so insane to me. I made this account just around the beginning of this year just because I wanted to give Snow Angel a home and seeing it in my top 5 posts means a lot. I cannot believe the journey that this has taken me on. I am incredibly thankful of all the love you have not only shown me, but the love you have shown for my stories. I've always loved to write and I am so happy that you all seem to enjoy what I write and I am so thankful for that. You all mean the world to me, every last comment, note, funny tag and reblog means the absolute world to me and I am forever grateful and blessed for your support.

To another year on this hellsite surrounded by endless Gresties and friends. I love you all.

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #gvf #gvf smut #greta van fleet smut #greta van fleet fanfiction

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