#he’s so comforting and he’s so fucking pretty and like his laughs

[londonfog-chan]

I Will Not Keep My Mouth Shut About this High School Romance Between Eddie Munson x Reader (Headcanons)

Why lord? Why are we not talking about this?

I’ve dated metalhead guys in the past, and believe in me when I say these fuckers move fast.

Eddie is no exception to this rule. He loves hard and quickly, especially if you’re into the same things he’s into as well.

I’m talking balls to the wall insanity like: the day won’t even be over and he’ll have already asked you out, kissed you, offered you weed, and secretly be planning the names of the four kids he wants with you.

Mans is delulu as fuck for you.

As much as he has his passions there’s just something about the fact that you actually gave the town freak unconditional love that makes him desperate. Corroded Coffin, Hellfire Club, he’d pick you over them any day if it meant he got to keep you.

Guarantee, you’ll already have gone all the way before the weekend is up of that first week of the relationship.

Cherry boy cherry boy cherry boy.

But he knows what he’s doing. It will have been awkward but the best part is now “Rainbow in the Dark” makes you feel all hot under the collar and “Shame on the Night” makes you laugh and reminds you of the awkward panic cleaning up after.

The epitome of live fast die young. He will throw his life away if you ask him to, so make sure you use your powers wisely.

At some point Eddie will ask you to run away with him. He doesn’t give a shit where, so long as it’s with you.

Shared interests are probably how the two of you met in the first place, especially if you’re like me and unable to beat the weird kid allegations. You drifted towards his club because you for whatever reason were an outcast too.

Eddie would probably crush on those who are conventionally pretty, popular, the epitome of the 80’s beauty standards. That’s just human nature. But with you… it’s so much more different.

You’re like his nerdy fantasies come to life, like the princesses he writes about in his campaigns that are a mix of dark, dangerous, able to hold their own and fight for him and with him. Think of if you will a sexy bombshell rotoscoped into those old metal music videos. Facing the world wearing only red lipstick and a cocksure expression.

He would get along so well with someone who wasn’t afraid to let their wild side show, or to express it. But at the same time if you’re more shy and reserved, he is determined to help you come out of that shell and be the best possible version of yourself.

It’s impossible not to match his excitable energy, it’s just so goddamn contagious. It might scare you how far you’re willing to go for Eddie and how quickly you might find yourself changing. Because believe me, you will change, and it will be for the better.

Eddie will always be your number one hype man.

He will literally be so excited about everything you do because it’s you! The person he loves more than anyone in this whole entire world.

Eddie will literally put up with so much for you. Even if you guys fight he will struggle to maintain his composure because he does not want to fuck this beautiful thing up.

Drives himself up the wall with anxiety about it too. But that’s the thing about Eddie’s dynamic with you: is that he will do what it takes to keep his fucking cool around you.

Your fights are infrequent but can get explosive if there are unsaid insecurities. So to avoid this: keep honest with him. About everything. Don’t lie to him, because as fast as he fell for you, lying is the quickest way to break his trust and send him packing.

One of his flaws in the relationship is that his insecurity that this will all go away will make him all that more prepared to leave if you have a massive blow up fight.

Like he’s already preplanned his exit strategy and everything.

But the longer you’re together, the more comfortable he gets and eventually he settles down from jumping the gun into taking things one day at a time.

He’s a fucking keeper. And all I’m gonna say is you better start training with swinging a blunt weapon because once you have him, you’re going to be right there in the Upside Down fucking up some monsters keeping them away from your man.

#reader insert #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #help #I love him your honor #y’all will be on some delulu ass shit #I know I am #stranger things x reader #headcanon #headcanons #stranger things headcanons

[livingformintyoongi]

free use roommates/fwb??? Jungkook and yn 🫠

He gets home after a stressful day at work and goes to her bedroom.

While she's laying in bed just scrolling through TikTok he lifts her shirt up, no bra, and starts sucking on her big tits while she keeps scrolling like it's nothing (I mean she enjoys it but she doesn't get weirded out by that).

Just no explanation, she understands he had a rough day at work and lets him have his way sucking and playing with her tits and fucking her, because he would let her do the same with him.

They might be talking about what went wrong at work, how was her day... just casual conversations! After sucking - and playing with her nipples for a while, he fucks her (raw) doggy style and cums inside.

Friend-to-friend support

a/n: It's my first time doing free use, I hope I did it right. I hope it was to your liking, and that you enjoyed it. warnings: The request says it all, I did not add anything else. wc: 1.9k taglist: @thunderg @minjianhyung @queenv1997 @yoongtism @lizzymizzy-blogg @superbbananananana @drpepperobsessed @themwordsblog @taekritimin123 @bluecloudss

“Rough day?” you muttered, feeling Jungkook's weight fall on your chest. You just wrapped your arms around his neck, holding your phone above his head. 

“Yes” he murmured between your breasts, lightly inhaling your scent. He let out a heavy sigh, trying to relax his tense shoulder muscles. “I'm tired, frustrated and very upset.”

“Did you fight with Jimin again?” you looked away from your phone for barely a second, only to see your friend slip his hand under your shirt. You were quite aware of his intentions, so you didn't have much of a reaction to it either. Jungkook, on the other hand, was quite surprised to notice that you weren't wearing anything underneath.

“You didn't wear a bra tonight?” his big bright eyes locked onto yours, he looked so cute excited. 

“No, it was annoying, why?” your screen mirrored the video of a guy you'd never seen before, but he seemed to be talking about random space data. You found it interesting, so you left it until the end.

“Can I play with them?” he murmured, running his hands up to the level of your ribs, barely brushing his fingertips across the skin under your breasts. It was no secret Jungkook's obsession with your bust. Every day, ever since you started having this kind of “more than friends” relationship he would play with your breasts, squeezing them, kissing them, licking them, sometimes he didn't even do it in a sexual way, they just... helped him de-stress. Besides, according to him, they were much more comfortable than his pillow.

“If you want” you kept watching the videos of the guy you had just found, but this time you put on one that had to do with the sea and its mysterious and terrifying depths. You barely let out a moan as you felt Jungkook's hands squeeze your breasts.

“Thank you, you're the best” he laughed softly, lifting your shirt until it was completely wrinkled under your collar. His lips soon moved to your nipples, licking and biting one as he pulled and squeezed the other, his free hand traveled to your hips. He let out a moan of satisfaction, thoroughly enjoying the feel of your hard swollen button on his tongue.

“You hadn't answered my question” you mumbled, concentrating on how stupidly interesting the account you had just found was becoming. 

“Yeah, we fought again, I hate fighting with him” he sighed, smiling as he noticed how your nipples hardened even more, “but it's okay, we always talk the next day when we fight, maybe tomorrow I'll stop by his apartment so we can talk” he placed his lips in the center, right where your breasts seemed to meet. He licked and kissed that little bit of skin until it was completely red. “I love how pretty your skin looks when I mark it.”

“You do? I guess I hadn't noticed” you laughed softly, watching as he tried to bite as much of the flesh off your left breast as he could.

“Your breasts are so pretty too” he smiled slightly, taking both between his hands to press them against the other, giving both mounds kisses as he hummed contentedly. He liked it when you were willing to do whatever he wanted with them. “I love them.”

“Yes, Jungkook, I know,” you rolled your eyes with a smile, feeling an electric current in your back after he buried his teeth around your nipple, tugging at it carelessly. “Careful, animal.”

“Sorry, I got excited,” he looked at you apologetically, pausing just a few seconds only to return to his work from before, but this time much more carefully.

You nodded, bringing one of your hands to his hair, fiddling with it as he continued his work and you continued to watch more videos on your phone absentmindedly.

More than thirty minutes had passed, yes, thirty, and Jungkook had never stopped licking, kissing and biting your nipples. On more than one occasion you had let out a sigh or gasp, and by this point you were wet enough to be able to fuck him without any problem. Still, you were too focused on how a girl was trying to clean a carpet that looked like it had come out of hell itself. You had no idea how it had gotten into such a deplorable state, but it was quite amusing to watch it being cleaned.

“Y/N?” he asked coyly, looking at you with his oh-so-characteristic bambi eyes that you loved so much. You hummed in response, still not letting go of the dirt coming out of the carpet. “Can I fuck you?”

You watched him out of the corner of your eye, noticing his labored breathing, his red cheeks and his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed. You had felt the occasional loud movement he made that moved the bed, but you hadn't realized it was him trying to relieve his erection until this very moment. 

“Sure, no problem” you turned your full attention back to the video, hearing hundreds of “thank you's” from Jungkook. His firm hands grabbed your hips and turned you around, making you stand with your back to him. “Oh, by the way, your brother called today, he said he wanted you to go visit him.” 

“Really? He called here? I didn't have any missed calls on my cell phone” he mumbled, pulling down your athletic shorts so he could leave your middle exposed. He licked his lips at the wetness in your underwear. “Did you tell him I was busy?”

“Well, technically yes you were” you moaned softly as you felt his tip brush your entrance through the thin fabric of clothing, “don't you remember? You went to take a shower, left your cell phone on the bed, your ringtone was too annoying, so I was forced to answer it.”

“Sure” he murmured, pushing aside your underwear, pressing his tip against your hole. He seemed to want to tease you, pulling out and pressing his cock against you again. You'd be lying if I said it didn't irritate you. “Hey, wait, my ringtone rocks.”

You were going to laugh at his comment, but just as you opened your mouth he shoved his member inside you. It didn't hurt like the first few times, you were starting to get used to his size, but that didn't take away from the fact that it felt strange every time he was inside.

“Your ringtone is a baby's cry with the fucking autotune set over it, Jungkook, it's horrible” you snorted as you realized you couldn't keep watching videos in this position. Jungkook's thrusts were making you move along with him and, consequently, the video was moving as well. It made you too dizzy.

“It's harmonious” he said with a chuckle, grabbing your hips so he could quicken his pace. He couldn't help but watch as you settled your phone against the pillows, playing some sort of compilation of videos about thorough cleaning of stuffed animals that looked like anything but stuffed animals.

“No, it's irritating” you said, trying not to moan too loudly, you'd had problems with the neighbors in the past, you weren't about to listen to them berate you again. 

Jungkook moved down until his chest pressed against your back, his hands returning to your breasts as he shamelessly played with them. He left several kisses scattered along your back, smiling at the sight of your tattoo under your neck. He loved the way it looked on you.

“I love being inside you, you're so warm, so tight, and all just for me... it feels even better after thinking about it” he whispered near the shell of your ear, leaving a soft kiss behind your ear. He growled softly as he felt you tighten around him.

“I didn't think you were this sensitive, Jungkook” you murmured, your attention completely on the video, or so it seemed. You were starting to feel your stomach shrinking more and more, and your brain seemed further and further away from functioning normally. 

“Let me be, it feels good to show myself as I am with you” he chuckled, going faster and faster. His nails barely burying themselves into the flesh of your hips as he fucked your pussy with the sole intention of making you come. Your pleasure was his pleasure, that was a fact, he couldn't come if you didn't first.

“It's okay, I didn't mean it in a bad way, I like it when you get like this, it's tender” you swallowed saliva, grabbing the sheet beneath you only to cling to it discreetly. It was hard to stay conscious when Jungkook seemed so determined to fuck you until you were in fucking heaven. Every night with him was like that really....

“Thank you, it means a lot to me” he whispered against your neck, lowering his hand to your clit, letting his fingers play with it as he pleased, “and you definitely deserve a treat from me.”

You laughed, resting your forehead on the bed, “I deserve a prize?”.

“Yep” he smiled, marking your neck, “you're very good to me, it's the least”, his fingers started to move faster and his lunges were starting to get more and more accurate. You had understood what he meant, and you knew he knew your body well enough to know which spot to hit so he could completely disconnect you.

And you were absolutely right.

Almost instantly after you thought of that, Jungkook's head hit your G-spot in the most exquisite way possible. You had to bite your lower lip to keep from screaming. 

“You're so tight... will you come soon?” he whispered, starting to move more sloppily than before. 

You just nodded in response, completely refusing to open your mouth. You had to control yourself. 

“Good, me too” he smiled against your head, moving his hips so hard against yours that your legs ended up giving way and falling against the mattress. “Can I do it inside? Please?”

“Y-yes, go ahead” you murmured, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten tighter and tighter,

“Thank you, thank you so much, God, you're amazing” he growled against your ear, pounding your G-spot until he felt you cum all around him, dripping down to his fingers that were still taking care of your clit. It wasn't until that moment that he let his cum spurt out and spread inside you, staying inside you for a few seconds, giving strong but long thrusts until he was completely empty.

He leaned against your back for a few minutes, just until his breathing was fully regulated. He pulled out of you once he felt he could move without shaking completely. He fixed your clothes, letting his cum remain inside you, then took it upon himself to find your shorts and carefully put them on you again.

“Come here” he murmured, turning you around so he could fix your shirt, “ready, good as new” he chuckled, laying down on top of you, letting your breasts be under his head to use as a pillow. “Are you going to keep looking at your phone?”.

“If you want we can watch a movie.” you looked sideways at him, gently stroking his hair.”

“Right answer, this is exactly why you're my best friend” he gave you his trademark bunny smile as he grabbed the remote from the nightstand and turned on the TV, “let's watch Iron Man.”

“Again?” you looked at the screen, laughing. Jungkook's arms wrapped around your waist protectively.

“Yeah, it's the best movie in the universe.”

“Fine, whatever the boss says” you replied with a smirk, settling in to watch your friend's favorite movie for the thousandth time. 

Masterlist.

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[moonlightspencie]

okay so i saw this tiktok comment that said how she got insecure about her stomach when her boyfriend was yk eating that puss and her bf pulled her hand away from it and basically told her how beautiful she was and i immediately thought of james pottter and thought it would make a cute imagine. no worries if you aren’t comfortable with this idea, love your writing

James is a bossy boy in this one (but still sweet as ever). All i could think of is touch tank by quinnie

james potter x insecure!reader

warnings: non-graphic smut

mdni: 18+ content!

“Please, lovie,” he begged with a pout, kissing up your thighs.

“I don’t know,” you replied, a little uncomfortable with the whole idea.

He’d been asking— well, begging, really— to go down on you for weeks. You’d started dating months ago, and wanted to take things slow with intimacy, but the second you gave him the go-ahead he was all over you.

Most of it you loved. Going down on him, the sex, the sneaky mutual handjobs… it was thrilling. Especially with someone as handsome as James. But the idea of him looking at you from that angle, and smelling and tasting and… it was too much. A horrific mental block you couldn’t get past.

But he looked so pretty begging.

So, finally, you said okay. He was thrilled, practically tearing away at your shorts and panties. He started slow, leaving you gasping and shaking. You didn’t know you could feel like that.

The problem came when he started pushing your shirt up over your tummy.

You whined, though he took it as a sound of pleasure, shoving it up over your chest.

You immediately moved your hand down, covering your stomach the second his eyes fluttered shut. Unfortunately that only lasted for all of 3 seconds before he opened them again, pulling his mouth away from you.

“What’s this?” he asked, trying to pull your hand away from your stomach.

“Just… I don’t… the lights are on and I’m not,” you sigh, shrugging a little and feeling quite embarrassed, “not really comfortable.”

“Why not, darling?” he asked softly, kissing your hip softly.

You swallowed. “It’s… This is embarrassing.”

“You don’t want me down here?”

“No! No, not that. Well…” you let out a small breath. “At first I guess that scared me, too. I’m just kind of… insecure.”

“The fuck have you got to be insecure about? You’re perfect,” he stated, an incredulous look on his face.

“My stomach is…”

“Perfect.”

“James,” you deadpanned.

“It is!” he protested. He pulled away your hand. “Out of my way, quit it.”

He started pressing kisses to your stomach, slow and sensual.

“Beautiful,” he mumbled against your skin. “I don’t wanna see you trying to cover yourself up in front of me. I get half hard if I even think about seeing you like this.”

“James!” You laugh.

“What?” he chuckled, kissing down your stomach again. “My girlfriend is the hottest woman I’ve ever seen. Can’t blame a bloke for getting excited.”

You chuckled again, still feeling a little self-conscious, but definitely appreciating how much he seemed to want you regardless of what you thought.

“Now, the only place I want your hands from here on out is in my hair. You know I like it when you pull it for me.”

#james potter #james potter smut #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x reader #james potter oneshot #james potter fic #marauders #marauders smut #luna still hates jk #mdni

[starsofang]

poly!141 x autistic!reader

still thinking about that anon that requested how poly!141 would be with an autistic partner, so here’s a sweet little drabble about price with them <3

tw: brief angst before cute fluff, just reader being overstimulated and price offering comfort

The entire room felt like it was closing in on you. It made you feel suffocated, claustrophobic, like all the walls were slowly constricting you and threatening to squeeze you until you exploded into a bloodied mess of splattered red.

Warm flames were trickling into your bloodstream, slowly but surely, heating you up with rage, attempting to scorch you from the inside and out. It was becoming unbearable. It was ruthless.

You loved Johnny and Kyle. Truly, you loved them to death, just as much as you loved Simon and Price. But putting them together could be a youthful night of smiles and laughter, or it could be a recipe for disaster. Right now, it was the latter.

The restraint you had was wearing thin. It was painful, both mentally and physically, to mask your anger and not snap at the two of them for how loud they were being. It wasn’t their fault, they were always the more outgoing types when they were paired together, and a lot of it expressed itself when you were around so you wouldn’t feel excluded or isolated.

But god, it was wearing thin, borderline snapping and shattering into unrepairable pieces.

You were overstimulated. Extremely.

Your mind was poisoned goo, seeping into a puddle in your head, tainting your emotions with a venomous disease. It screamed at you, flooding you with overwhelming exposure.

The air in your lungs felt as if it were monoxide. It didn’t filter through, it didn’t make you feel like you were breathing. It was a strangling feeling, one that made you lightheaded and tuned out.

Johnny and Kyle’s voices mixed together in an agonizing shrill that made your eardrums feel like they were two seconds away from combusting. It didn’t calm you like it normally did, nor did it make you laugh. All it did was make you irritated.

“Please,” you begged, voice raspy and forced through the grit of your teeth. Your hands plugged over your ears, cupping them in attempts to drown out their rowdy jokes. “Can you please just shut up? For two fucking seconds? Please?”

Instantly, the room filled with a deafening silence. The two men stared at you, guilt pooling in their eyes when they realized just how inconsiderate they were being towards you.

They were aware of things that could overstimulate you to the point of blinded exhaustion mixed with rage, but even they could forget sometimes. They’d never hurt you on purpose, nor would they want to make you feel that way.

You were their partner, all of theirs, and with five of you in the mix, it was easy to let the reminder slip.

“Hey,” Kyle called out softly, reaching a hand out to you. When you flinched away from it, an angry glare etched into your eyes, eyebrows taut firm, mouth pressed into a frown, he pulled it away, noting how you were in no mood to be touched. “Hey, we’re sorry, dove. Didn’t mean to get too much, we’ll quiet down.”

Your hands remained over your ears but you could hear him perfectly fine, though made no effort to respond. The little virus in your mind was too occupied with spreading its disease, and you couldn’t cure it in a flash. It would take time to settle.

“Bonnie?” Johnny asked. You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head. It was too much. You needed space to breathe, and surely, they’d understand that.

Stepping away from them and out of the room without another word, the first person who popped in your head was Price. His office was right down the hall, so you stomped towards it, keeping your head low and your ears covered.

You didn’t bother knocking. You never had to with him, and he always kept it unlocked for when you wanted to see him, or needed to, in this case.

“Hey, pretty girl,” Price greeted warmly when you yanked open his door and stepped inside, before promptly hurling it closed.

His eyes followed you as you made your way over to the couch he kept in his office just for you, watching as you plopped yourself on it. Knees to your chest, sour expression, ears covered. It was enough indication for him to read the room.

You needed a quiet space, and that was something he could always give you.

Price silently stood from his desk, crouching down to one of his drawers. Tugging it open, he pulled out one of the blankets he kept on hand for you. Normally for when you’d take a nap in his presence, but this time it was for comfort.

Walking over, he stood in front of you, head tilted and eyes taking in your appearance. You were flustered and disheveled, and his heart ached seeing you shut down. He knew it was just all apart of who you were, but he still felt pained seeing you unhappy.

“Here, bug,” he offered with a kind smile, using careful hands to place the blanket around your shoulders. He wrapped you up in it, before stepping back, allowing you the space you needed until you were ready. “You want some music?”

Shaking your head, you continued glaring down at the floor, tugging the blanket tighter around yourself in a secure cocoon.

“Alright. I’ll be over there, okay?” He gestured to his desk, but when you didn’t respond, he took no offense and returned to his paperwork anyway.

The two of you sat in silence for the duration of your visit. He didn’t mind, and would cast the occasional glance in your direction to make sure you were well, before returning to his work.

The silence was needed. It calmed you, smoothed over your nerves and ceased the thumping of your heart and loud voices in your head. When you came to, you instantly made a mental note to apologize to Johnny and Kyle, but for now, you could welcome the quiet.

It took about an hour for you to move from your spot. An hour for you to calm. An hour for you to become aware.

The wildfire was finally put out, and you could breathe again without the angry smoke of it to strangle you.

Standing up from the couch, you wordlessly walked over to Price. He glanced up at you from his paperwork, placing his pen down and leaning back in his chair. He was patient, not making a first move until you did, but when you stood in front of him with a kicked-puppy expression, he opened his arms.

“C’mon, bug,” he assured lovingly.

You didn’t hesitate, stumbling into his lap and allowing yourself to be embraced in the comforting warmth of his arms. They wrapped around you, holding you to his chest. One hand lifted to lightly stroke through your hair.

“Want to talk about it?” he asked, and you shook your head from where it was buried in the crook of his neck. “That’s okay. Just needed some peace and quiet, hm?”

“Mhm,” you hummed into his skin, eliciting a light laugh from him. It rumbled against you, filling you with glowing warmth and making you sink into him further.

Price pressed a chaste kiss on the side of your head, smiling down at you when you peeked your head out from his neck, gazing at you as if you put all of the stars in the sky.

(You definitely ended up apologizing to both Johnny and Kyle later on, resulting in plenty of hugs and kisses to go around, and a brief smack on each of their heads when Simon found out about what they did.)

#call of duty #cod #cod mw3 #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #john price #johnny soap mactavish #soap cod #john soap mactavish #john price x reader #captain price #poly141 #autistic!reader #cod x reader #ghost cod #kyle garrick

[thebearer]

the idea of you and carmy both being pretty inexperienced and figuring it all out together is so !!! to me. like it’s shy and sweet and nonjudgmental and you both just feel so safe with each other. i can just imagine telling him that you’re insecure about being inexperienced and he’s so sweet but so confused?? and he’s just like?? why would i care about that??

so non-judgmental and just sorta freeing?? getting to explore each others interest and turn ons like that. carmen, genuinely, it would take some coercing for him. just bc he’d be so anxious, so worried that he’d be “lesser than” for not being experienced. then when he finds out you’re the same way??? it’s over. he’s in love. LOVE.

he’s so shy but i know he’d be a freak in the sheets once he got with the right one. someone he felt comfortable with who built up his confidence. he’d only aim to please. he’d get so good at fucking you the way you liked, and would be mind blown and in love at how you do it to him.

love this trope tbh. picturing giggly, kinda nervous, kinda shy sex at the beginning. a lot of:

“that? that felt good? yeah?” carmen looks up from between your thighs, eyes rounded so sweetly you want to squeeze his cheeks. you nod, instead, giving him a grin that he returns.

and some of this:

“did i do that right?” you squeak, watching carmen carefully.

“fuck, yes. yes you-you did it right.” carmen’s arm thrown over his eyes, chest blushed and heaving, trying to catch his breath coming down from his high.

and some:

“do you wanna try this position maybe?” you flash your phone at carmen, the illustrated depiction shining towards him. “could be interesting?”

“yeah that one looks fun. let’s try that.” carmen’s trying to keep his voice level and even, not blush and show his flusteredness at the casual sex talk. it was new to him but comforting, being able to talk so intimately with you.

sometimes the position worked, exceeding your expectations. you’d mark it a success, both of you adding it to your own mental lists of favorites to try again later, becoming more and more natural with it over time.

sometimes it was a fail. uncomfortable, harder than it looked like, or just not for you.

“are you- do you want me to stop?” you look over your shoulder, hips stilling on top of carmen.

“what? n-no. sorry, i was- sorry.” carmen blushes, heat spilling down his chest. you were on top of him, riding him deliciously, yet, he still found himself fidgeting- unsettled, uncomfortable, just not feeling right.

“am i hurting you?” you started to lift, carmen groaning at the loss of you around him.

“no, fuck no. it’s just-“ carmen hesitated, mind foggy from the feeling of being inside you, racing with worry. “i think i like it better when… you know, when you’re lookin’ at me.” carmen muttered. “i just- i dunno, i’d rather see you than just your back. not- i didn’t mean it like that. i-i meant- i just-“

you smile, adjusting yourself carefully, legs swinging and turning until you’re straddling carmen again, this time facing him. “i get it. i wasn’t crazy about it either. i don’t like not being able to see you.”

“yeah. you-you didn’t either?” carmen swallowed, trying to still his hips, feeling you still around him.

you shook your head lightly. “no it felt… impersonal? is that the right word?” you giggled.

carmen laughed with you, soft and sweet, a little airy. “i dunno but this,” his hands found yours hips, squeezing them gently. “feels better already.”

carmen’s a reverse cowgirl hater idk what to tell you??

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[ninyard]

hello I would like the kevallison smut ?? Please

The promised kevallison headcanons (aka how the two of them figure out what the other person is into + how they might go about doing it)

When they start hooking up it’s all pretty standard stuff. Allison gets him off after a game. Kevin eats her out if there’s ten minutes free in between classes and an empty dorm room. They’re a booty call before, during or after a night out, or a no-strings-attached way to get some frustration off their chest. Their friends-with-benefits situation is more often than not just a quick fuck when they’re bored. But it's kind of just… that? It's just fucking. It's a handful of different positions, in a handful of different places, but nothing more than fucking, finishing, and leaving. They don’t feel a need to bring it any further though, in some ways hesitant that the other will catch feelings if it gets too intimate. But from the get-go their agreement is clear - if either starts to get attached, or jealous, or even thinks that it might be worth pursuing, they stop. It doesn’t happen, of course, but in the beginning they really try to err on the side of caution until they know that for certain.

There’s one of two ways that their casual hook ups becomes more... interesting every now and again: one) accidentally. two) intentionally.

If it is accidental, I think they stumble upon the other’s kinks by the Grace of God. It's a quick fuck that turns into something more because one of them picks up on how the other's demeanor changes and they realise oh. oh. That did something for them. The moment when it happens is so intoxicating and sexually charged; So intense at the realisation of how turned on the other person is, that they’re just waiting for someone in the dorm room over, or outside the bathroom at a party, or in the almost-empty parking lot to ask did anyone hear Allison and Kevin fucking last night? For either of them, single and used to quick fucks with strangers that don't mean anything nor have the longevity for experimenting with, getting to dip into their fantasies is unparalleled pleasure.

If it’s accidental, it’s a pleasant surprise for them both, and Kevin and Allison have that in common - they are both incredibly, heavily turned on by their fuck-buddies feeling satisfied. It happens, where sometimes Kevin just wants to be blown without returning the gesture, or where Allison wants to come without having to put in the effort it takes to give back. More often than not, though, whether it be with each other or with other people, they're most satisfied when the other person is satisfied, too. So when the topic of kinks and turn ons is broached, or accidentally revealed, it doesn't matter that it's Kevin, or that it's Allison. When they've been fucking for long enough that they find themselves discovering these things, they're comfortable enough with each other to not feel embarrassed about what happens when they have sex. If it makes her wet, and it keeps him hard, then it doesn't matter. They don't talk about their sex lives outside of when or where it happens - a kink or two isn't going to change that.

For Kevin, sweet submissive baby boy who just lives to be praised - oh, when Allison finds out, it opens this door for changing their dynamics that she hadn't even realised existed. Kevin gets so turned on that he practically melts, and Allison eats it up like it's the hottest thing she's ever laid eyes on.

They've found themselves standing up against a wall in a bathroom at a party somewhere, too many suggestive looks across the room leading to a desperately desired handjob or two, and Kevin is fumbling with the buckle of his belt. He struggles with it for a second, before pulling the black leather out from it's square frame and Allison offhandedly says good job with a laugh as she trails kisses up his neck and her fingers down his stomach. She feels his reaction to her words before she notices how his eyes glaze over with the thoughts in his head; how he stills at her words, how he's yearning through his sigh when she follows with a knowing whisper of oh, you want me to tell you how good you're being?

Him in her hand, the long acrylic nails of her free hand dragging lines down his neck, Allison feels how needy he is and softly purrs in his ear to tell her how much he wants it. It's not lost on him how she plays with him like putty between her tender fingers, but still he looks into her eyes with his eyebrows knitted into each other, too close to argue; The please that escapes his lips trapped in between a gasp and a moan is rebutted with her sultry say it again. I want to hear that pretty voice beg. It takes the stalling of the rhythm in her working hand before he finds the ability to whimper out his desperate please, please, please. She's using her free hand to hold his face still, their eyes locked together, while he can barely keep himself in one piece. Her thumb is soft over his lips, brushing over little gasps and short breaths, holding him while she whispers a question and he falls apart in her hands.

If Kevin loves to be topped by strong women, Allison loves to hear a man moan. And she’s never heard him like this before, his lips drawn apart just inches from hers, one hand steadying himself against the wall and the other tugging and pawing at the skin of the small of her back. She doesn't let him look away as she guides him to climax with her soft words of gentle praise. How pretty he looks when he's trying his hardest to be quiet, how well he's doing at keeping himself composed.

Allsion doesn't care that she's accidentally unlocked this submissive side of Kevin; firstly, he's hot as hell when he's this desperate, and it's not as if she's going to be leaving that bathroom and calling him a good boy on the court, because that's not how this works. She's fucked him angry and she's fucked him needy - the passion of fulfilled fantasy only working on a different level to anything else.

(When he's caught his breath and started to clean himself up, she washes her hands and admires her work; his rosy cheeks burning up as she watches him in the mirror. She pushes herself up onto the vanity, and when he can finally bare to look at her again, she says I'm proud of you with a playful smile. Kevin covers his face to laugh in semi-embarrassment, his head shaking as he finds himself in between her legs. They don't talk about it too much before he returns the favour.)

Then there's, Allison, sweet Allison, who's interests work in harmony like a perfect composed song. We knows she loves to hear the men she sleeps with, but there's two things that really get her going that more often than not go hand in hand - rough sex, and loud sex. Living in dorms, it's hard to indulge, especially the second, but usually she'll just pull him close, with his lips to her ear or hers to his. Allison gets off on hearing the person she's fucking, and Kevin is not an exception to that.

They've somehow had a stroke of luck - an empty house in Columbia and some time to kill. Kevin is on the edge of the bed, and Allison is facing Kevin while sitting on his lap, her knees resting on either side of him, in a skirt that is already so short that it's barely even there. They're making out, and Kevin isn't really thinking, but he slaps her ass - something he'd done once or twice before, but never that hard, never that loud. Allison sits back, hands on his shoulders with her mouth open wide. She doesn't get the chance to finish her questioning what are you doing? Before his mischievous smile curls around, what, this? as he laughs and does it again. When she stands up off of him in a half-protest, shaking her finger at how close he was getting to really getting her going, he follows her up. He stands in front of her with feigned apologies for his boldness. She leans into his kiss, with arms wrapped tight around her waist, but instead of pouting his lips, he picks her up and throws her back onto the bed while she scream-laughs.

Body over body, on top of her then, a hand finds it's way in between strands of shiny blonde. A hand that she takes into hers, guiding his fist to grasp a handful of her hair. When he doesn't hold it hard enough she tugs it gently, keeping his fist closed with her hand around it. Looking down at her, he purses his lips with an oh that pauses his other hand while it pushes up her skirt to touch her over her panties. Reading him while waiting for the laugh that never comes is agonisingly long, as she braces herself for the mortifying conversation that he was not going to be entertaining it. Instead he waits for her hand to trail away before pulling her head, hard, back into the bed. And when she shuts her eyes and parts her lips in pleasure, he is quick to bring his hand up to her chin, tilting her head back. The two smallest of his fingers fingers tuck themselves neatly behind her ear, the other two tight between her jawline and her cheekbone. The ball of his thumb is resting on her chin. She doesn't stop him when his thumb trails down from her cupid's bow and into her mouth. She doesn't stop him when he takes it out hold it around her throat, either. Kevin is careful to scatter wet bruises down her chest where they won't be seen. When he's standing back to take off his pants and she’s lifting her top over her head, he asks, you want it hard? and she responds do you even fucking have to ask?

Her skirt is up over her hips and her thong down her thighs. He’s on his knees with her legs over his thighs, maybe he’s pinning her hands down above her head with one big hand over her little wrists. Headboard banging, unrestrained volume, handprints on ass cheeks and scratches across spines. Allison gets sex-drunk when he manhandles her. It’s sloppy, it’s messy, it’s loud, it’s so hot that it’s on fire. It’s eye-rolling, being in a daze afterwards type of fucking. It’s mascara running down cheeks, how the fuck am I supposed to look anyone in the eye after having that done to me type of fucking. It’s needing to have a shower immediately afterwards type of sweaty, messy fucking.

(It’s probably one of the only times they almost/kind of get caught. Not because of the noise, or the sex itself but because of the aftermath. Andrew and Neil clock INSTANTLY the missing and changed details when they regroup - how Kevin’s hair is freshly washed, how Allison has taken her heavy makeup off leaving only a fresh coat of mascara and some lipgloss remaining. How they can barely look at each other in case it reminds them of what has just happened. Their puffy lips, their general daze. Yeah, they fly a little too close to the sun that time - not enough time afterwards to recuperate from an absolutely dirty, filthy, fucking.)

If it's an intentional thing, a discussion about what they're into, and they know before getting into it/it's a conscious choice/it's intentional/some sort of discussion/WHATEVER? There's a few ways I could potentially see it possibly coming up.

A game of Never Have I Ever or some other drinking game with the group and the discussions of kinks come up; Kevin drinks when somebody mentions a praise kink, or being dominated. Allison drinks when somebody mentions liking it rough. Their looks to each other are quick but knowing, Kevin's raised eyebrows when Allison drinks to say she doesn't mind being degraded, the flick of her eyes when he drinks to say he doesn't mind begging for it.

They don't hang around after hooking up, usually. Clean up, get dressed, and leave. That's the routine. But they're talking afterwards for a little while, and the subject of fantasies comes up, and while shes fixing her makeup and tying up her hair she asks him what's the one thing he'd go crazy for. he considers it for a little bit but then gets embarrassed because it's a way harder thing to talk about when you're not actively turned on or drunk. They offer each other tiny pieces as they joke about it, starting tame before they eventually just say it out straight. (she calls him princess when she's leaving and he calls her a slut before she shuts the door.)

They ask each other outright. Kinda similar to accidentally figuring it out but they ask each other for it instead of the other person just doing something and stumbling upon it. Maybe Kevin asks her to tell him how good he feels and she asks why, are you into that? and they like. talk through it . Do you like it when I ask you this? Can I call you this? Do you like it when I tell you you're doing such a good job? Talking through sex can be so hot and even hearing the questions out loud sets the imagination off on a fucking marathon. Maybe Allison asks can you choke me? and he asks her how she likes it before agreeing. Do you like it when I hold you like this? Do you want me to spit in your mouth? Do you want to shut the fuck up and listen to what you do to me? It's a much more thorough discussion than them simply going oh, i think the other person has [blank] kink, so i'm just gonna go ahead and do that. It's a request, instead. Both of them knowing what they want and knowing how to ask for it? Yeaaaahhhh

#I can’t stress it enough I do not ever think they date #I don’t think they even consider it #they’re so happy with just fucking if there’s no one else around #they don’t get jealous #yeah maybe at some point it happens a little more often than it should #but there’s an end point to it #always has been always will be #also they're both switches #which i know we want kevin to be a bottom soooooo. bad #but look at him #(you can't) #LOOK AT HIM #he fucks #thats just the truth #kevin day #allison reynolds #aftg #all for the game #kevallison #they laugh alot when they hook up #if u cant tell #how do u describe this kind of writing? it’s not a fic #it’s more than a hc I guess but writing like this is not the same as writing like it’s a fic #it’s pure description #so I’d happily write some actual descriptive smut but this is what I’ve got rn instead #mine

[pacienties]

Idk if you the song one of the girls but could you possibly write something based off of it with emo txt?

— emo rockstar txt!

warnings <3: mean txt but has a soft spot for reader, smut!, !cursing, inexperienced reader that’s sweet ): (inspired by a bunch of songs by the weeknd but mainly just one of the girls!), mentions of party, drugs snd sex basically, praise!

a/n <3: i love the weeknd..

you absolutely hated concerts, parties, packed public spaces basically anything that wasn’t the comfort of your pink bedroom.

another thing you hated was your lack of being able to stand up for yourself, naturally being a submissive and quiet person. often stumbling on your words making you curse at yourself internally.

tonight was especially one of the those nights were you actually wished you had a back bone and was able to say no to your small handful of friends because now you’re at one of those groupie parties you always feared of going to

you heard all of those horror stories where groupies go to dangerous lengths just to sleep with their favorite boybands and you were afraid of getting peer pressured into doing those scary acts to be quite frank seeing how reckless your small friend group was

“oh come on y/n don’t be a fucking pussy the guys here are hot” “i don’t know guys what if we get drugged and like taken advantage of?” you’d say your tears glistening with tears out of genuine worry ):

“you’re seriously wearing that? it looks like you’re heading to your elementary school graduation ceremony and your fucking mom dressed you up y/n. here wear this and take off those ridiculous ribbons in your hair what are you five?” your friend hands you a black slip on dress with a disgusted look on her face

“w-what’s wrong with my look? i think it looks okay” you’d frown looking down at your outfit, you were wearing a mini ruffle skirt with a baby long sleeve tee topping it off with your signature matching ribbons and stockings ):

“okay we’re here now don’t embarrass me yeah? find some guy to fuck i don’t care but when txt shows up pretend you don’t know me” your friend applies lip gloss on herself trying to hide a laugh at your high top converse

you nodded your head, blinking confused because you really didn’t know who tomorrow x together was

“come with me” you heard a deep raspy voice boom in your ears somehow loud enough to hear through the loud music playing throughout the house

you nodded your head slowly, once again being a follower who always follows the rules even if it was for a complete total stranger

“is this your first groupie party pretty?” the about 6ft foot emo boy whom you had no idea who he was spoke once he sat you down on a couch next to him

“yes i was really nervous to come here” you’d blush embarrassed to admit that out loud

the older male only smirked at your response, the drugs in his system making him even more attracted to you despite you both being strangers to each other

“is that so princess? let me guess you’re nervous to be alone with me too? i mean a cute girl like you doesn’t really belong at this type of party huh” the txt member (of your choice) would coo at you finding your nervousness adorable

you nodded cheeks feeling so hot you felt like you were going to explode; “you’re so cute” you’d hear the man beside you chucks as he lightly traced the skin on your thigh his hand reaching dangerously close to your clothed core

you’d shiver, “th-thank you” you let out a gasp feeling the emo male press light kisses on your neck

“relax baby im just making you feel good” you’d feel the older boy lightly pin you down on the couch beneath you making you shiver in fear

you felt scared to be hooking up with a total stranger, but at the same time you were excited

you let out a squeak as you felt a rough kiss being planted on your lips; the emo boy swirling his tongue desperately in your mouth just to get a taste of your candy flavored lips

“shit you’re so tight don’t tell me you’re a virgin” the rockstar above you grunts jackhammering his cock so aggressive in your cunt making you yelp

“i am” you whined squeezing onto the male’s board shoulders not used to the stretch

“gonna let me cum inside you baby?” the rockstar panted his hips stuttering so much at the feeling of you closing up on him

you nod your head, whimpering as you felt your orgasm wash over your body. this whole situation feeling like some type of blur before you felt yourself pass out possibly due to the drugs in your system.

“is that txt’s hoodie you have on?” you hear your friend shout causing you to wake up from the sound of her voice

“who?” you’d mutter yawning stretching your limbs

“oh come on i just told you who they were yesterday y/n but anyways how’d you get the hoodie? it’s wore by only members of the band” your friend raises a brow in confusion

you’d flush, “last night i was cold and this guy i hooked up with gave me his jacket to keep warm”

your friend gasps happy for you; “oh my god you got laid?!”

you’d whine, “it’s not that big of a deal we’re in college now after all”

your friend nods stopping her teasing, “right okay but who was the guy?”

you’d shrug, “im not sure he just had jet black hair, about 6 foot and korean? deep voice too”

“oh my god y/n you fucked a txt member!” your friend was giggling in delight

“oh” was all you said giggling as well

a/n: im obsessed with playing the last of us..

#angelina’s garden ♡! #coquette #emo x coquette #txt x reader #emo boyfriend #txt #txt x y/n #txt headcanons #txt reactions #txt imagines #txt kai #txt soobin #txt yeonjun #txt smut #rockstar bf

[cryvelv3t]

Hi friend, could I request Arthur Morgan with praise + overstim? Smth soft, I'd like to take good care of him :)

Oh hell yeah

Warnings: Vanilla, Overstimulation, Praise, Semi-public (you're in his tent and believe me they aren't helpful)

"Kiss me please." Arthur whispered to you as he closed the tent flap "You sure darling? You don't want to go find a spot?" "No, I want you now. Please darlin'" He walked to you and cupped your face "I love you." You whispered as you slotted your lips together. The kisses were slow and passionate unlike the moments where you two search for a clearing away from the camp. You missed him, his lips, his soft skin, his beard, everything. "Please darlin'." he whispered against your lips "Please what?" "Don't make me say it." You smiled as you pulled away "But hon, I don't know what to do if you're not specific." "Fuck, please touch me. Please love." "of course, my love." Your kisses travelled lower, making their way across his jawline and neck. Arthur's hands found a spot on the back of your neck "Don't stop, please don't stop." Your hand slowly trailed down his body, slipping your hand under his pants you could feel his cock rise to full hardness. "So hard from a couple kisses, so desperate for me." He whimpered quietly at the teasing.

You dipped your head down, your hands lifting his shirt above his belly button and the other pulled his pants down. You kissed from his belly button down to his happy trail "So beautiful, my pretty boy." You whispered relishing in his small groans. You landed an open-mouthed kiss to the tip of his cock; you began sloppily kissing down his cock till you reached the base. You stuck your tongue out and gave one long lick along his dick from base to tip. "Fuck~" He groaned out, his back arching slightly. "Please, please." Arthur's hands found purchase on the back of your head. You slowly bobbed your head up and down his length, his cock felt heavy on your tongue. The weight was comforting almost like a warm hug. You loved Arthur, and you loved his body. You got lost in thought before a loud moan brought you back to your senses. "I'm gonna cum, so good." Soon enough his warm spend filled your throat, you groaned softly at the feeling. You pulled off with a slight cough "You did so good, god you're so perfect." You praised as you leaned back down to kiss him. "You're so handsome." He whispered against your lips. You could feel his body stretching to grab his pack. He handed the oil to you "You want to do it, or should I?" "Give it to me." you stuck your hand out towards him. "Thanks love." He laid back down giving you full control.

Your finger slowly circled his hole loving the way he whimpered. "Come on, don't make me beg. Just do it!" You laughed slightly before doing as he asked. You're finger slowly pumped in and out of his ass, slowly you added another. He looks so beautiful writhing under you, "God you're so beautiful. I love you so much, such a good boy." You smiled down at him as you added a fourth finger "Doing so good." You pulled out grabbing the oil again to lube up your cock and poured a small amount on his hole. Slowly you entered him, his hands pulled you down to him. Arthur slotted your lips together in a needy, passionate kiss. He let out a wince and a few groans as you bottomed out. You moved perfectly in sync, two lovers in a perfect in a perfect harmony. "Doing so good for me." You repeated the praise from earlier, Arthur groaned in response. His hole gripped you like a vice "Start movin'." You pulled away from the kiss while pulling his bottom lip with your teeth. Your hips rocked slowly and gently; Arthur's moans were soft. "So handsome, my beautiful boy." You praised in his ear, the rocking of your hips becoming harsher. His moans grew louder and louder "Shit, hon." You groaned. Your hand moved to his cock, you stroked him quickly bringing him closer to his release. He was already a little overstimulated from you sucking him off. "Fuck~" You groaned. You reached your release deep inside him, his spend ending up all over himself. You kept pumping to prolong both of your orgasms, Arthurs moans out in a mix of pain and pleasure, "t's to much, too much." His back arched. "Okay baby, okay.". God you love him.

#dom male reader #top male reader #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader

[skywqlkergf]

dealer!sam monroe x cheerleader!reader

⠀　　⠀　　⠀　　the party

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one week since you pulled sam into the bathroom to yell at him, one week since you fed the principal his life, one week since you were grounded. you felt so numb to the entire situation, and maybe that's because you haven't seen sam since then.

your life felt so quiet, without sam, and the chaos that follows him around. you missed it, you think, or maybe just the way you felt when he was around. you shake your head of these thoughts. there were far more interesting things than your screwed-up situationship with a certain troublemaker.

it didn't make things any easier that you were getting the silent treatment from your parents. they refused to even be in the house with you, working double the amount of hours they usually did. you didn't know whether to be thankful or heartbroken.

there was a party tonight. you didn't know who was throwing it, and you didn't really care. what you did know, is all of your friends would be there, and there would be alcohol. and as all people do at some point, you were going to drown your sorrows in alcohol.

you looked over your outfit in the mirror once more, resituating your hair and skirt, and smiled at the sight before you. the girl in the mirror looked hot and excited for tonight, not like someone who's been crying for a week straight.

yeah, maybe, you were a bit mean to sam. you cringe at the thought of his face, big blue eyes staring at you, hurt, and begging for comfort. how were you supposed to do that when he runs away at every chance?

shaking your head once more, you climbed from your bedroom window, the way that sam taught you to. you could hear the television in the living room, the only sign that there were other people in the house. thank god, your car is pretty quiet when you start it.

it doesn't take but fifteen minutes to get to the party. you straighten your makeup in the rearview mirror and force yourself out of the car. you contemplated just going home, but sitting there alone and sulking isn't going to get you anywhere.

you walk up the steps of the home, you can feel the vibrations from the music through your shoes. you almost wanted to laugh, everything was going completley as normal.

as soon as you walked through the door, two of the girls on your squad come up to you. not the friends from yesterday. maia and valerie are immediately pulling you in for tight hugs, and pulling you towards the drink table.

they squeeze you in between them, “is it true? are you dating sam monroe?” maia pipes up, grabbing a cup and making a vodka mix for you.

“and if so, can you get me some weed?" this time it's valerie, and she winks at you, a sign that they will have your back even after everything falls down. you can't help but smile sweetly at them. you were so worried about people's reactions, you didn't think you'd have anyone to talk to. these girls, your girls, have nothing but smiles and compassion for you.

maia puts the solo cup in your hand, it's a little over halfway full. you down the entire thing in one chug. if you were going to be talking about sam, you needed it.

“we’re not on talking terms right now, if I'm being completely honest.” maia put her hand on your shoulder, “do we need to fuck him up?” valerie smiled wide at this, “i'll throw a baton at his head!”

you can't help the laugh that tears its way through your chest, this is definitely what you needed.

“no, no, there's no need for all that.” you waved a dismissive hand, sighing nuetrally a bit as you did. you turn around and make another drink, this one is for sipping. you can feel the giggles hit you quickly, that first drink a bit heavier than you anticipated.

“oh, don't tell me you love him.” valerie's arms across her chest, one eyebrow quirked up. you gave an awkward smile, not really wanted to say anything at all.

you'd been here for about an hour, when you step outside. pulling out the joint you had from your bra, it was the last one sam had rolled for you. you frowned deeply at it, the alcohol in your veins now wearing off.

you put the paper between your lips and lit it. the first hit feeling like you could breathe. something about smoking, that just always takes the edge off even before the actual high hits you.

“can i hit that?” sam’s voice came from beside you, as he sits down on porch steps next to you. your eyes flash towards him, he looks more like him again. the bruises are fading and he doesn't look like he's been crying.

“oh, sure. you did roll it," you chuckle a bit nervously, as you hand it to him. you wished everything would just be fine, you hated this whole thing. not sam though, never him. you didn't even think you were capable of it at this point.

he takes the joint and hits it once, twice, and hands it back to you. the silence is somewhere between tense and comfortable.

“did you make a decision?" you ask wearily. your eyes fall over his figure, while he looks up at the night sky. the stars are out and easy to see.

there's a beat of silence before he responds, “yeah, i did.” you can't help but look around in confusion for a moment, having a flare for dramatics. you take three hits off of the doobie, before handing to sam.

“well? you gonna tell me, sam, i thought we agreed to no more gam-” your sentence is cut off by his lips on yours. the oh so familiar feeling, you fall into it. sam smushes the forgotten joint into the porch.

your hands fly to his neck, allowing yourself to lose control for a moment. he pulls you unbelievably closer and you whine into the kiss. you push him from you, “wait, wait," you hurry out. he immediately stops, retracting his limbs from yours. the lack of his body warmth,the cold night air nips at your skin.

“are you sure? i need you to be really, really sure.” you felt like you were being torn apart, hope jumping in your chest, while fear made sweat crawl down your back.

“cheer, i'm the surest I've ever been about anything. i want, no that's not strong enough. i need you in my life.” his eyebrows scrunched together as he speaks. he's choosing his words carefully as he goes, it causes skepticism to become a fire under your skin.

“well, you've said kind words before and then, and then.” you really didn't want to say it again, didn't even really want to think about the whole situation. you just wanted sam.

“what can i do to prove it to you?” sam's mind was racing, regret and guilt eating at him, while his eyes searched your face for something. something to tell him it'll all be okay.

“i, I don't know. I don't want to hide, I don't want to hide from my parents. not at school. I don't know what you want me to say, i just want this to work. i want it to work so bad, but, sam, I'm scared.” tears welled in your eyes as you spoke, you were being vulnerable.

vulnerability, a sign of weakness, your father always called it. you completely understood the meaning in this moment.

“hey, hey, no tears, okay?” sam's voice is low and comforting, a soft tone only reserved for you. he wipes your tears away as they fall, holding your face in his hands.

“i am so sorry, baby, I'm sorry you got hurt in all of this. but i will do whatever you ask to make it right. let me make it right. I'll walk in there, right now in front of everyone we know and tell them all if that helps. don't wanna lose you again, can't make that mistake again.” his voice is breaking as he talks, holding back tears, his forehead against yours.

you can't help the laugh that escapes you at his rambling, “you don't need to do all of that, but will you come home with me? I don't want to be alone, when i can be with you.”

#shut up callista #dealer!sam monroe x cheerleader!reader #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe imagine #sam monroe one shot #sam monroe life as a house #life as a house sam #sammonroeedit #sam monroe fic #sam monroe angst #sam monroe fanfiction #sam monroe fluff #sam monroe blurb #sam monroe drabble #sam monroe series #sam monroe x you #sam monroe x y/n #sam monroe x you fluff #sam monroe x you angst #sam monroe x y/n fluff #sam monroe x y/n angst

[siancore]

Rating: T

Written for the @sambuckylibrary Summer Bingo.

Square fill: Long, Separate Vacations.

Words: 1.2K

Content: Language

It was silly, Bucky realizes now, the little spat he and Sam had had. Something childish that they, at the ripe old age of sixteen and seventeen, were too old to be acting like. Summer was too long to be wasted on being upset with one another because of childish, silly things. Still, Bucky is nervous about reaching out to Sam. He is afraid to even look at Sam's social media for fear that the other boy has unfollowed, unfriended, and blocked him.

Sam had said he was glad that they were going on long, separate vacations -- and even though Bucky had tearfully agreed with him, it was breaking his heart day-by-day, piece-by-piece.

His vacation is three days in. Three long days without hearing from his best friend. Bucky cannot enjoy the time spent with his family because he is fretting for Sam. Longing for Sam.

He chances a look at Instagram and sees that Sam has not blocked him. He scrolls through the pictures that his friend has posted. Sam is there hugged up with Sarah, Maria R, and Rhodey. He is wearing a bright smile. The Louisiana sun reflects in his pretty brown eyes, causing flecks of amber to shine through.

He is stunning. Bucky is so gone on him. He wishes they hadn't have had their stupid fight before Bucky and his family left for New York. There is so much he wants to say to Sam. So much more than what his stupid mouth will form; more than his heart will allow.

Just then, he is drawn from his pining by a notification on his phone. He follows the notification, opens his messages, and feels a familiar fluttering in his tummy: Sam has sent him a DM.

Sam has reverted to their old ways of being playful, it seems, and Bucky is happy for it. A little teasing and flirting between friends might be just what he needs.

Fuck it, Bucky muses. What harm can it do to just be real with Sam in this moment?

Bucky feels like his heart is going to leap out of his chest. They often flirt with one another; they often engage in playful banter. But Bucky feels a shift in their friendship right now, even though there are so many miles between them, and there is still a lot left to be said. Without giving it too much thought, Bucky closes the message thread and then calls Sam. He answers on two rings.

"Hello?" says Sam.

Bucky's tummy does a little somersault when he hears his friend's voice.

"Hey, Sammy," he replies. "I'm sorry about our fight."

"Me, too," Sam replies. "It was silly."

"Yeah, it was," Bucky agrees. "Let's not fight again, okay?"

"Sure, if you stop bein' annoying," says Sam, but Bucky can hear the smile in his voice.

He grins back and says, "Well, only if you do."

They both share a little laugh and then the line goes silent for a moment. Bucky speaks once more.

"Sam?"

"Yeah, Buck?"

His heart feels like it's in his throat, but he continues to speak. He is determined to tell Sam how he feels.

"I meant it, y'know," he starts. "What I texted you. I do miss you. I miss you so much."

"I know," Sam replies softly. "I miss you, too."

Bucky smiles widely and then lies down on his bed before he says, "I wish you were here."

"Yeah?" asks Sam, and it sounds as if he is getting comfortable, too.

"Yes."

"What would we do if I was there?" Sam asks, and Bucky has to tell himself to calm down.

"Well, I'd take you wherever you'd wanna go. My treat."

"Sounds nice."

"I'd introduce you to my family," Bucky adds. "My Grandma would love you."

"All grandmas love me," Sam proffers with a grin and Bucky can hear it.

"True, but my Grandma would love you most."

"How do you know that?" asks Sam, and his voice is sincere.

Bucky clears his throat and then says, "She keeps sayin' so. I mean, she says she's gonna love you when she meets you."

"How does she know about me?"

"I talk about you all the time," Bucky admits.

"It's been three days," Sam reminds him. "You couldn't have spoken about me to your grandma that much in three days."

Bucky lets out a small laugh and says, "Maybe I talk about you all the time when I FaceTime with her. Maybe she asks about you, too. Maybe you're all I wanna talk about."

"Oh," says Sam and Bucky can practically feel Sam's blush through the phone. "That's, umm. That's cool, but probably not necessary."

"I can't help it. I like you, okay?" Bucky blurts out, not being able to stop himself. "I like you so much, Sam.

Bucky cannot stop now once he has admitted that to Sam.

"That's why I talk about you all the time to my Grandma," he offers. "That's why it's only been three days away from you but I feel like I'm losin' my mind here without you. That's why I wish I we could spend the summer together instead of apart. It's because I like you. I like you, y'know, more than a friend should like another friend. I like you more than I've ever liked anyone else in my whole life."

His heart is threatening to leap from his chest. His face is warm. His palms are sweating. He finally said it out loud. He finally said it to Sam. In that brief moment, Bucky feels panic rise up inside. He doesn't get the chance to wallow in it because Sam is saying his name softly on the other end of the line.

"Buck?" Sam whispers.

"Yeah?" Bucky replies.

"I umm, I like you, too," says Sam with such earnestness that Bucky thinks he might cry.

"For real?"

"Yeah," Sam replies. "For really real."

Bucky lets out a nervous little laugh and says, "Cool. That's uh that's so cool."

"Yeah," Sam replies after a little nervous chuckle of his own. "So, what does this - what do we do now?"

"Count the days until we see each other again and make out about it?" asks Bucky with all of the hope and bravery his seventeen year old heart can muster.

"Damn, okay," Sam replies with a giggle, sounding somewhat flustered. "I'm down for that."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

Bucky feels like he just might float away. He feels like his chest is full and there are a thousand little butterflies inside of his tummy. He feels like everything is right in the world. He wants to kick about and giggle and tell Sam how pretty he is and how badly he wants to kiss him. He wants to run out into the living room of his Grandma's house and tell her that his Sammy likes him back. Instead, a realization comes to him.

"Crap!" says Bucky as he covers his face with his hand. "This really is gonna be a long ass separate vacation."

#sambucky #sambucky teen au #sambucky social media au #sbsummer2024

[ckygetsjobs]

him in the making of minghags my beloved

#He <33 #i love him #he’s so comforting and he’s so fucking pretty and like his laughs #jackass #viva la bam #cky #brandon dicamillo #dico

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Chapter 110 is 13 pages long welcome to hell!!! so in a lot of ways this is just more fuel for a theory that I've had for a few weeks now, that's only gotten stronger with each recent season 5 episode, which is that the last episode of the season is gonna end on 110, and that Asagiri/Harukawa and Bones have been collaborating to make this happen, specifically because it's a major turning point that would be the only good place to end the season on.

When we started getting especially long chapters again (like from 25-35ish pages, with the exception of 107.5, the last two being some of the longest we've ever had), at first I just assumed that Asagiri/Harukawa got freed up from some other obligations they'd been having to cause the extremely short/half chapters, like promotional stuff for the anime/Beast movie, or working on light novels. But then 109 happened, with the "supposed" death of Dazai, and heavy emphasis at the end on how literally everyone is at their lowest point right now, and I got to thinking. 11 episodes is a strangely specific number for an anime season -- why not 12, or 13, or even 10, like you'd usually see? Why have we gotten suddenly gotten two 35 page chapters out of nowhere, that's almost unheard of at this point? They're both beautiful chapters, don't get me wrong (as always), and maybe A/H simply just didn't want to cut them in halves because they felt like the full emotional impact wouldn't hit/that there were no good cutoff points in them, but you can't deny that it's surprising, after all the shorter chapters we've been getting. Why has the anime been going at such insanely breakneck pacing for the most part ever since around the Sunday Tragedy chapters, even more so than it has in the past? So much so that it feels dangerously close to overtaking the manga?

Well, maybe, just maybe, it's because..... Asagiri decided a long time ago that whatever happens in 110 is the only point that feels "season finale"-worthy enough, in an arc that still isn't anywhere close to being completely wrapped up, and so both the manga and the anime have been specifically coordinated to reach that part within 2 and a half weeks of each other?

I've seen a lot of people now think season 5 will end with 109, and as much as my sadistic side would find that hilarious, I honestly don't think they'd do that and realistically don't want it to happen; it'd be so cruel to cliffhanger the anime for years like that, and just doesn't feel like a season cliffhanger BSD would do, a series that is ultimately hopeful and uplifting. Seasons 2 and 3 had a positive, conclusive ending; the only reasons seasons 1 and 4 didn't was because they're technically not really full seasons of their own, and are more like the first cour of another "season" that also came out that same year (seasons 1 and 2 both aired in 2016, so they're more like one big season, and seasons 4 and 5 have both aired this year, so they're also more like one big season, again taking into account how episodes 12 and 50 are not satisfying finales like episodes 24, 37, and hypothetically, 61, are). I really can't see season 5 ending with Dazai and Fukuzawa's supposed deaths, Sigma being unconscious and maybe close to death, Atsushi being vulnerable and limbless again, everyone we love still vampires, and the entire world being basically doomed; that's just too depressing and not like BSD at all. However, having said that, if it doesn't end there, there really isn't any good place to end the season before that, either, that feels in any way satisfying or like a finale at all. And so, to me, that only leaves after 109: chapter 110.

I think things are really gonna turn around next chapter. Like I said, everyone is at their lowest point right now, it cannot possibly get any worse, the framing of Dazai, Fukuzawa, and sskk at the end of 109 is telling us that; this is the time for the heroes to finally start winning again, with Aya being so close to pulling out the sword, and for all the thematic reasons other people have talked about to death that I don't need to go into here again. This upcoming chapter being so short again makes a part of me wary of 110 being "the one", so to speak, I won't lie, but at the same time, it's very possible that it needs to be that short because that's all the final episode of the season will be able to reasonably fit in, since it's already gonna be VERY close if they do make it all the way to 109. And at the end of the day, I don't doubt at all that Asagiri and Harukawa can make these the most monumental and game-changing mere 13 pages ever if they wanted to; a chapter does not at all need to be extremely long in order to be an important and impactful one, even if short ones we've gotten in the past haven't felt the most important.

An additional thought I've had, though this is much more crack territory than all this already is, is that since we know from Anime Expo that a Stormbringer movie at some point is highly likely (judging from Asagiri's reaction when someone brought it up), it's possible that chapter 110 and thus the final episode will involve the long-anticipated return of Verlaine and/or Adam, or at least some other major reference to Stormbringer, that would naturally and smoothly lead into a Stormbringer movie to explain things to people who haven't read the novel. It would make a lot of sense, especially since the s4 OP has the Old World sign behind Chuuya, which might be a hint that this has been in the works ever since seasons 4/5 were first in planning with Asagiri. We also know that Dazai and Chuuya's voice actors apparently struggled to record their lines together this season, which probably relates to 101 and possibly 109, but it could be 110 too.... I could be very wrong, as I'm no expert on this kind of thing, but I kinda doubt they would bring Chuuya's actor in for just the vampire growls, and Asagiri placing heavy emphasis on Chuuya's importance this season in that one interview gives me the impression that he's talking about much more than just 101/109. But that's the least solid evidence I have, that's just mostly based on vibes I get.

So basically, I think a lot of factors -- the unusual episode count, how close the anime is to catching up to the manga with three whole episodes left, the seemingly arbitrary recent chapter lengths, and the climactic events of 109 -- can tell us that 110 might be a very, VERY big deal. Again, there's of course no way this arc is anywhere near close to being finished, with so much left to address and resolve, but since it is currently incomplete in the manga, unlike the previously adapted arcs, if the anime was going to adapt it at all, they'd have to find a place that feels satisfying enough to end this season, knowing there won't be more anime for a long time after this, and so I think they specifically planned for that, from both Bones' and A/H's sides. 10 episodes might not have been enough to reach that point, but 12 or 13 might have been too many it wouldn't have been if Bones actually decided to slow down and let the story breathe the way it needs to, but this post isn't meant to criticize the anime, so maybe 11 was just right. And maybe Asagiri and Harukawa specifically pushed to make recent chapters longer than usual, in order to make sure that the manga reached the story content in 110 the monthly release right before season 5 was to end.

Is this just copium? Absolutely. Am I going to look like an absolute clown in two days when this post ages like milk? Probably. But the evidence is There, so let me just enjoy my delusions until Sunday, okay 🥂🫡

#bungou stray dogs #seriously call me a clown and point and laugh at me if I'm proven wrong all you want #but I really feel like there's solid evidence for this #either s5 isn't gonna reach 109 at all (but I seriously cannot fathom where you would want to stop before then) or they'll go beyond it #if they really do end it with 109....... well i'll give Bones kudos for having the balls to do that ig lol #maybe i'm underestimating (overestimating???) them idk #also just to clarify I don't wanna make it sound like I think Asagiri let the anime/Bones dictate the manga's pacing #like I'm sure these were his/their (him and Harukawa's) own decisions first and foremost #not that (if this theory is true) the anime had a major impact on how the chapters were split and that it- #-would have been extremely different otherwise #i'm pretty confident in that Asagiri does not do anything with BSD he isn't comfortable with #and he doesn't let anyone tell him how to write his story #I just feel like he worked with Bones to make this near-simultaneous release happen #BUT if this is the case I don't feel like it had any major effect on the writing/final product that is the manga #like the last handful of chapters have been so incredible #so I at least am still perfectly happy lol #(i mean i'm devastated and a nervous wreck but u know 🫡 in a good way lmao) #anyway 110 in two days please let this theory be true because I need some fucking hope already #please let Oda show up as Dazai's guardian angel to help (see what I did there-) #it would be the perfect way to end the collective season that is 4/5 with s4 beginning with Oda and now ending with Oda #Asagiri are you reading me are you picking up what I'm putting down please please a ghost Oda is long overdue please- #Oda Verlaine Adam just GIVE ME SOMEONE ALREADY 😭😭😭 #MAYBE EVEN A TASTE OF THE FYODOR BACKSTORY TO TIE INTO HIM BEING IN ANIME UNTOLD ORIGINS. THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS

[euphor1a]

to the boyfriend i want so hopelessly but will never have, happy birthday milove ♡

#gyugyu 🐶 #hiiii ! yes this is the mandatory ‘it’s my ult bias day’ sappy ass long delulu message from aleyna 💌 #so pls proceed with caution bc once i start talking it’ll get ... yeah. anyway #happy mingoo day everyone 🥺🥺 #he the loml 💖 (... one of many but let’s not talk about that *cough*) #i just love him so much :(( #the giant puppy boy who stole my heart and never gave it back 😭😞 #also he’s literally the most boyfriend to ever boyfriend?????? it’s so unfair ☹️ #just another day of not having mangyu 😔... what is life #do you know the feeling when you like look at someone and your heart starts swelling in your chest so much that it hurts?? #that’s exactly how i feel whenever i look at mingyu 🥺! i appreciate and love every little thing about him so much i :(( can’t explain #he’s soooooo comfort shaped i love him 😞. god. wanna pepper kisses all over his face and tell him how happy he makes me and #how precious he is and how i’d actually commit arson for him 😭 #also wanna kith those pretty moles 🥺🤏🏼 nnnnnnnn #why so babie if so huge 😔 he’s literally a giant puppy baby ashtsjjdhk GOD #when he laughs/giggles >>>>>>>>>!! my heart is hurting so BAD i’m so fond of him 😭😭😭 #every now and then i find myself going; SIR WHY ARE U DOING THIS ARE U WILLING TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR MY POOR HEART?? #like loving him literally unlocked a whole new spectrum of emotions for me idk how to explain this like a sane person #in short this is like. the most fucking delulu i’ve ever been in my life 💀? or at least it feels like it... #😩 just one chance PLS!!! PLS I BEG!!!! :(( i’m so down bad it’s SO BAD #a very brainrot inducing man (the type i always fall for 😔?! started seeing the patterns hhhhh) #the amount of love my little body holds for him is insane 😷 (little in comparison to him btw... i’m generic female height 👾) #loving mingoo feels like a rainy night where you’re cuddling with your loved one under a blankie; about to fall asleep bc of how cozy u are #i wish words were enough to express how i feel about this man... but it really isn’t 😕! #he just means a lot to me okay? #he’s everything and beyond 💓 i love him like my whole life depends on it (although i’m like that for several people) #not my fault that my heart is so fucking big and it has separate places to store everyone i adore 💖 #happy bday babylove 🥺 i hope your day is filled with the happiest of moments and you can celebrate properly 💕 #it’s so sad that you’ll never know how much you mean to this random girl on the other side of the world :/ #i’m so done for aren’t i? took like 40 minutes to type and everything... sigh. i love him so bad </3

[1980ssunflower]

so prev reblog but genuinely rewatching book 4 doesnt make me miss min and ryan any less tbh

#it might be because infinity train as a whole doesnt let their characters just have a good time hfdjks #its suffering and anger and yelling and trauma #so same w min and ryan although their season was the tamest of the whole show #but like also idk #hfsdjhgfdjsk #i just aouh #want to spend genuine good time with them #off train and just making music and laughing and going on roadtrips #id love to come up w album concepts and song ideas w them #i just want to do cute domestic stuff w them #PLUS GOD WATCHING BOOK 4 CAN MAKE ME FEEL PRETTY BAD JUST CAUSE OF HOW. ANGRY W EACHOTHER THEY ARE. AND. WHEN THEY CRY. #I WANT TO BE THERE AND COMFORT THEM #i feel so fucking bad for min tbh cause GOD he really needed and train esp but also ryan to slap some sense into him for him to start #following his dreams and live for himself #but god ryan makes me SAD #he was so fucking lonely and desperate to have min be with him again that he lied and said ANTHING to min to try to get him to leave w him #and the multiple mentions of ryans family not caring for him and how they wouldnt realize he went missing #i just... #fuck man its making me sad rn #i just want to kiss him over and over and tell him hes loved #that me and min love him and he'll never have to feel alone or unloved again #i started ranting sorry gfhdsjk #ot3: ❤rhyme💛easy💙 #tape entry circa 1980

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ YES, I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND, AND YES, SHE'S REAL! ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: what happens when your gamer boyfriend brings you on-screen for the first time?

contents: fem!reader. use of she/her pronouns + reader is referred to as gojo's girlfriend. toji slander bcs he deserves it.

author's note: everyone welcome streamer!gojo to the world! he'll be here for a while...

"oh, please," satoru laughs, leaning back and grinning at the screen in front of him. he tosses his hair, but it falls back into his eyes just seconds later. "no way you guys all thought i would lose that one. c'mon, have some faith in me!"

you watch satoru reply to the hundreds of comments lighting up the side of his monitor, smiling endearingly at the way he laughs at some and practically chortles at others.

it was only after the two of you started dating that satoru disclosed his streaming hobby, and to your surprise, he was pretty popular. thousands of people tuned in to watch him play some game or another every night, and well, it paid better than you'd expect.

satoru whistles, hands resting comfortably behind his head as a particular question catches his attention. "ah, do i have a girlfriend?" he muses, grinning as he shoots a quick side-glance at you. "yeah," he continues, snorting when what looks like a flurry of no fucking way's flood the chat.

he clicks his tongue disappointedly, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "what, did all eight thousand of you think i couldn't pull? thanks a lot," satoru deadpans, waving his hand and sighing dramatically. "i don't know what any of you mean. i'm a catch!"

you snicker at that, and your laughter only increases when satoru turns and gapes at you. he juts his bottom lip out, face sinking into an adorable pout at he crosses his arms. "even my own girlfriend's laughing at me," he mumbles petulantly. "hmph!"

satoru sticks his tongue out at you childishly, and you blow a kiss back. he pretends to faint before turning back to his monitor, quickly skimming the comments before he gasps. "what do you mean, she probably doesn't exist?!" he sputters, clutching his heart exaggeratedly.

the look on his face is priceless — imagine getting told by thousands of people that one, they think you can't pull, and two, that they don't even believe your significant other exists. naturally, satoru reacts as dramatically as ever. he pretends to ignore everyone in the comments before calling them out individually.

"oh, i see you, toji... fishy-guru," satoru gripes, wagging his finger at his screen. "my girlfriend exists and she's mine! don't even think about it." he pauses, squinting at the chat before correcting himself with an eyeroll. "fushiguro. whatever. either way, she's real and she's all mine."

satoru swivels his chair to face you, making an incredulous face as he gestures to the screen. "can you believe this?" he grumbles, ocean-blue eyes focused on you. "these guys don't think you're real."

you shrug, toying with the corner of his sheets as you smile back at satoru. he's so childish, but that's just one of the many things you adore about him. sure, he's an annoying brat, but at least he's a total sweetheart too.

your boyfriend extends his hand, beckoning you to come over to him. "c'mon, darling," he cooes, scrunching up his nose at you. "wanna help me prove these losers wrong?" satoru mouths please, and the puppy eyes he gives you are cute enough to convince you.

so you hop off his bed, running a hand through your hair as you stroll over to where he sits in front of his monitor. beaming like a kid on his birthday, satoru takes your hand and twines his fingers with yours.

smiling smugly, satoru pulls you on screen and into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. you watch the chat erupt with she's real's and how did he pull a girl like her's and smile, flicking satoru's forehead affectionately.

he ignores the thousands of dumbstruck users in his comments and holds you close to his chest, adjusting his grip on your waist to make his lap as comfortable as possible for you. satoru's adoring eyes are fixed on you, only you, even as his chat explodes.

suguru-geto: haha i already knew

toji-fushiguro: how the fuck did a loser like him pull her?

yuuji-itadori: gojo has a girlfriend??? what did i miss??

#osaemu #streamer!gojo #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #satoru gojo fluff #gojo satoru fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #gojo drabbles #jjk drabbles

[debtsunpaid]

these expressions are so 💅??? the completed klavi-jalla merger creates the cuntiest demigod alive i fear.

#OOC. #i've got 3 stages for jalla & klavier and they're all Very Distinct #there's Pre-Ritual where jalla is a curious traveler trailing the lure of accelerated ley line power. then becomes VERY angry to be trapped #and klavi is just a quiet calm guy who loves his work + his fiancee & is gleefully giggling about getting to go to SPACE for the first time #THEN there's Bad Roommates where they're both struggling for control of the body. klavi is traumatized. jalla is seething. #that's the venom movie stage for them bc jalla is trying to coax klavi into either disappearing or getting cool with murder real quick #and klavi has his fingers in his ears going lalala i can't hear you i'm gonna go teach a math class now this can't be REAL #and FINALLY there's the Merger. where klavi is broken down or spiteful enough to agree to fully incorporate jalla into his consciousness #that's where we get this cunty zemo energy where jalla is practically lounging in the comforts of the material world like a house cat #while klavi is discovering his dormant god complex and realizing that actually? it's pretty fucking GREAT to be the one CAUSING the pain #and not the one RECEIVING it. he spends SO long being absolutely powerless. forced to run + hide + be locked out of his own mind #so when he realizes just how much agency jalla is willing to give him? all for the low low cost of feeding them? it pollutes him entirely #you can do everything people want from you & they still don't have to care about you or help you but this god? they keep him safe. #and the result is this sassy sardonic little fruit with kubrick eyes and a mocking laugh. absolutely unafraid of anything. #content to live the high life while they meticulously rip open the seams of reality one thread at a time. what a freak #KLAVIER VIS. ( can't you see them floating like black ash? ) #JALLAKUNTILLIOKAN STUDY. ( you tell them lies. you tell them all. ) #JALLAKLAVI V.03 ( and to history we will say: we were right. )