So this is turning out WAY more romantic and self indulgent than I planned. Lmk what you think cause im 😳 blushing at myself rn.
This level of daydreaming is normal and healthy, right?
Been sitting on some thoughts about a gassy Alex, so I thought id finally share them. This isnt a coherent plot or anything, just my imagination going in roughly chronological order.
Warning! Contains fictional fart imagines about a real person! Dont like? Look away!
Alex is definitely your stereotypical guy when it comes to fart humor. He thinks theyre hilarious, if a bit crass. The key part here being that hes actually *incredibly* shy about his own farts. He hides just how gassy he is unless hes alone, or already been cutting loose with some friendly encouragement.
This is actually the exact scenario in which you first witness his secret gassy talents. A party of some kind, long after 95 percent of the attendees left, leaving only you, him, his closest bros, and maybe their dates. He wouldnt have started the fart jokes, one of the more shameless friends would have gotten everyone else going. After a few minutes of them joking and laughing and pranking eachother ("Fire in the hole!", "Pull my finger!", "Bet you cant do better than this!"), probably some light teasing of him as well trying to convince him to participate, Alex would finally blow the competition away. Literally. His shows of gastrointestinal prowess would be loud, boisterous, and effortless as he sent his friends and the rest of the remnants of the party into hysterics.
Stories would start to flow from his friends of just how insane his farts were all his life. Shocking to all who were there to listen. The time he warded off a bully with nothing but a well timed rip. The time he made his friend's dog yelp and hide for the rest of the birthday party one year. The time he covertly delayed a test in school by making the classroom so noxious the teacher had to go home for the day, giving everyone an extension.
All these stories known only to him and his bestest few friends. And now their dates. And now you. The other dates were doing the typical "Ew!" and "Gross!" while laughing along. You of course, were overjoyed and incredibly aroused that this hunk of a man you met a week ago had such gassy talent hidden away. (Who knew he could make music from both ends?)
The final story doesnt finish however, though only you notice why and how, since youre the only one actually listening and not losing their mind at the simple mention of a fart.
One of his friends starts a new story between fits of laughter, somethign along the lines of: "And-and then.... *laughter* there was this one sleepover where Zane and - *more laughter* Zane and I had the bright idea to try this fucken..... trick we saw on the inter-". Your ears perk up because you know exactly what hes talking about, and so does Alex. You watch as, with a swiftness you havent seen from him before, Alex plants his jeans clad ass directly in the face of his friend, cutting his story off short, and rips the gnarliest most boisterous fart of the night directly in his poor friends face. Everyone is sent into an uproar of laughter once again as Alex and his friend struggle for dominance on the floor, now wrestling like idiots. Alex wins, of course, not without the help of his gym routine and a few more well timed guffs.
Nobody else is privy to what exactly just happened. They dont really care, of course. Alex does however. You can tell because his face is shades of red you didnt think possible to achieve by human skin. You can tell that he knows that you know. He doesnt meet your gaze for the rest of the night, wich admittedly doesn't last long. His friends are out of gas for their little party trick (though Alex isn't, not that he'd admit that). Everyone goes home, and you and your date approach his car together.
(ignore that this isnt at night)
Like a gentleman, he lets you in the car first. He's still blushing. You sit in the passengers side seat alone for a touch longer than youd expect to be normal, though you cant see what could have held him up. He opens the car door and as hes sitting down, a loud, ripping, and wet sound comes out of his ass as he sits.
"Was saving that for the grand finale, but everyone left before we got there. Looks like you get a front row seat." he says, giggling and avoiding eye contact. You giggle along, youre not suddenly above thinking farts are funny just because you also get off to them, though your gaze never leaves him. He gets redder yet and sits in silence for a while.
"I know its only been like a week, so sorry if" he gestures to the house and then to himself "all that was too much. Just got caught in the moment." his smile has faded as you can see the defensive self conciousness take hold of his face.
"Oh not at all." you say to him, never breaking your eye contact or your slight, coy smile. "In fact nothing you did tonight turned me off from you at all."
His face eases, which makes you smile more. You both notice the smell from his last fart for the first time, though only he reacts to it with a laugh, fanning the air, and a slight "Sorry about that."
You go in for the kill. "It actually had the exact opposite effect, I would say." This makes him break out of his embarrasment and helps him make eye extended eye contact with you for the first time in two hours. You see his smile half fade into a look of confusion, as he considers your words. You decide not to spell it out for him yet. He looks you up and down.
He notices how youre leaning towards him over the middle console of his car. He notices how youre still smiling at him like you have been for two hours. He notices how you *didnt* react to the smell he just released into the car not 3 minutes ago. His smile never fades, but you watch as he starts to put the pieces together in his head. You dont think hes completely got a grasp of just how ravenous you can be, but does seem to get that you arent like most people when it comes to farts. His face shows no signs of disgust or disapproval.
It would be him who breaks the trance of being lost in each others eyes. He tests his theory on you with another fart into his car seat. Closing one eye to push harder. This one is smaller, like someone doing a tiny raspberry with their lips. (though you are keenly aware of which pair of lips this one came from). Neither of you react openly to it, confirming his theory. He leans in and kisses you, sweet and tenderly with his hand on your chin. (lets say this is your first?) The kiss goes as long as you both want it to, because it feels right, like butterflies in your stomach, like you both are gonna be seeing much more of each other.
"Lets get you home." he says, sweetly, smiling bigger than youve seen all night.
~~~~~~~~~~
After a while, you two would have been on a few more dates. Very romantic though not too extravagent. Local diners he has childhood memories of, seeing movies that would be dealbreakers for both of you (if he doesnt like rocky horror, throw him out). It's been roughly 2 months of seeing eachother since the party, and no you havent had sex yet (hes a good christian boy, remember?). Neither have there been anymore gassy displays of his talent, outside of the occasional slip up that he jokingly denys, or fart during his sleep after hes passed out during the 20th episode of Hotel Hell (INSANE show btw).
This changes, however, the night he takes you to a bowling alley.
An all night bowling alley with an arcade and a skating ring. Not prohibitively expensive either, which makes how long it took you two to go here a crime, honestly. A triple date with two of his friends you met at The Party™, though they wouldnt be participating in the gassy antics that would ensue.
Skating was first, though you both quickly realized you are shit at skating, making it a hilarious but short lived endeavor. Thankfully no injuries, other than to your ego. You six decide to start bowling. Just enough people to fill an aisle, and just enough people to avoid needing to stand up and sit down so close together to make you want to die. The night was going perfectly and it had barely even started.
Not to mention, Alex was looking *particularly* nice in that outfit. Short sleeves show off his big arms and small tattoos. He had mentioned wanting to crop it himself since he had been growing more comfortable in shorter shirts. You find yourself wishing he had before tonight. Those jeans he was wearing, though, were what was really driving you crazy. You had never seen a pair fit someone *just so perfectly* before, though it wasnt crazy enough to be drawing the attention of everyone in the establishment. It was a perfection that only someone with a habit of oggling at his behind would notice and appreciate. You find yourself wishing his turn was after yours, as everytime he gets up to bowl you end up so distracted you only barely realize its your turn already. How anyone let someone like you in public is beyond you, truly.
You dont think you are alone in this, however, as you noticed that Alex has been looking at you with eyes youve only rarely seen him allow to be obvious. Whether its intentionally obvious, youre not sure. What you are sure of is that you are not the only one who appreciates the outfit you picked out today.
Time for a small tangent: His apprent overwhelming desire is suprising to you. Though you two havent had anything resembling intercourse before, you havent exactly been prude about sex or its related topics either. Neither has there been any sort of agreement, implicit or otherwise, about waiting for marriage for that kind of thing. You and Alex have shared many an intimate detail and moment together; stayed the night with each other, shared a bed, gotten back pimples he cant reach, etc. You were letting these moments come naturally whenever they do. Especially after the interesting undertones of what was essentially your first real date, you wanted him to go at his own pace. (Also considering that you have had a few sexual partners and even shared this information with him, minus the gory details. His omission of any of his has caused suspicion in you that he has not had any.)
The game goes on for a long while like this, considering theres six participants. Eventually it becomes obvious who is going to even have a chance at coming out on top, Alex and his friend Zane, though you are outdoing even your own expectations by coming out in a solid third.
Halfway through the second game, Zane's date had gone to the bathroom and the other couple had went to the food court to get refreshments and another pizza. Zane gets a spare and taunts Alex with his assuredly very macho display of bowling prowess.
The tv screens indicate its now Alex's turn, though at this point nobody needs reminding of the order. He grabs the dark red bowling ball he picked out before the first game, claims he "doesn't even need bowling shoes to do better than you, Zane" and bowls down nine of the pins with a flourish.
"Lets see if you can do at least as good as me then, knuckle head." Zane says, earing a scoff from his friend. You see a single bead of sweat rolls down his forhead, on the side of his face only you would be able to see from your angle, while he waits for his ball to return. Clearly theres something else on his mind.
"Watch and learn, amateur!" he says as he walks up to bowl, rather too swiftly. He loses his footing and falls forward, thankfully not too spectacularly. The fall however was not the problem. A loud, fluttering, and wet fart explodes out of his ass. It goes on for about 5 whole seconds as Alex's face takes on a shade of red you know all too well.
Either Zane doesn't see his face or doesnt care much for public humiliation (he was always more comfortable with these kinds of things) and says, "Yea yea yea, gasbag we are all very impressed with your mastery of the force, now hit the pin!" Alex swiftly dusts himself off and (much more carefully) bowls down the last pin. Hes put on a normal face, but you see right through his facade as he sits back down on the bench mext to you. "You know, Alex," Zane continues, "chemical weapons aren't allowed in bowling."
"Ohh like you would know, Mr. 'I've Read Every Rulebook on Bowling Ever'." your date retorts, his voice unfaltering to everyones ear except yours. "Its your turn, by the way." he says trying to move on from the moment.
When you go up to bowl, you cant help but smell it. Not too horrible, but not ignorable either. Just like that night two months ago. You bowl, completely averagely, and return to a new pizza and drinks brought back to the table. You sit next to Alex who has suffieciently dodged the moment he desperstely didnt want, in public no less. You place a hand on his thigh as he continues previous conversations with the others. You squeeze tight enough to hopefully relay a twofold message. Reassurance, and also desire.
The game ends, Zane taking first, Alex second, and you third. Exactly as you expected. You all decide to try out the arcade. Most of the games are two or one player, meaning you will get more alone time with Alex.
"Sorry about that, earlier." he says, while you are trying a game that seems to be an off brand Galaga, "Im not lactose intolerant necessarily, but pizza kind of always does that to me."
"You know im not bothered by that, sexy." you say taking your full attention away from the game and giving it to him. He blushes again at your boldness and comfort in semi-private public. The game over jingle plays and the game prompts you insert another credit.
"R-right uhm, lets go try out this game!" he manages to stammer.
He leads you to a basketball game on the back wall of the arcade, where most of the older and more dejected games reside. "I'm crazy good at these." he claims.
"Oh really? Cause im dogshit at basketball." He inserts a credit and looks back at you with a coy smile.
"Well then, watch and learn." he says, almost a whisper. The callback to 30 minutes ago giving you slight chills.
He proceeds to play the game perfectly, not that these games would be hard for someone with even a slight grasp of basketball related skills. Swish, swish, swish, over and over for 2 and a half of the 3 minutes he is alloted.
"Ope wait," he says as he squats slightly, not looking at you, focused entirely on the game and winning. A high pitched airy fart is released as he throws another basket. 15 seconds are left. "Waitwaitwait" he bends over and backs his perfect ass onto your hip. He farts for a solid 10 seconds, directly onto you. Rumbly and low and so *long*. He makes one more basket. He made the high score, even with 'wasting' 10 seconds farting on you. A modest amount of tickets are dispensed as he turns around you, beaming his perfect smile. Not a single hue of red to be found.
"See! I told you!" he seems proud of his display of mastery over this silly arcade game, its incredibly adorable. "You didnt doubt me, did you?"
"If I did, you definitely proved me wrong." You arent sure of what else to say. This is the first time hes farted on you, let alone *near* you, completely without inhibition. You don't think youve ever been more attracted to someone. "Any other hidden talents you wanna show me tonight?"
"Oh, plenty." he says with a wink, "Lets check out a few more games first." He gasps, making you jump. "Is that MARIO KART?"
And hes off. Leaving you in his gas cloud, assuming you are already following. You decide to stay put for a second, taking in his smelly work. He was right, pizza sure does something to him. You cant say you aren't a fan though.
You catch up to him a few moments later. You would have lost him if he hadn't stuck his head out of a nearby enclosed booth. "There you are! Get in here, i wanna kick your ass in the best racing game ever made."
He pulls you into the two person booth. Its dark, and completely black on the inside. Very small windows to kind of maybe see the game thats being played from behind, and thick colorful curtains that offer more privacy than you were expecting. The seats are sticky, keeping in line with nearly every surface of this place. You also cant help but notice that it is remarkably soundproofed. The loud and constant sensory overload of the arcade and bowling alleys are significantly muffled in here. Theres also a smell here that you hadn't noticed outside the booth, faint but noticable. He didn't already,,,,, did he?
"I call Mario, hes my main." You ignore the irony of him claiming a 'main' in a casual party game like this, and lock in Yoshi. "Bro Yoshi is so lightweight, youre gonna get knocked around the whole race,"
"Then I simply just won't get hit. Easy" you claim with a comedic level of confidence.
"We'll see about that then," he says with a pause, "Smelly."
"Oh very rich coming from-"
"Im hitting start!" he cuts you off with a shit eating grin. He is going to be the death of you. Tonight if hes not careful.
The course intro plays revealing the ranch level with the cow obstacles. "Wont get hit, right." He says. Something about his demeanor is subtly different now, though you cant place what exactly. You recognize his master plan when the countdown starts.
On 3, you hear "Oh shit, wait" and you turn to look at him, about to say something witty surely.
On 2, he's lifted up the leg that was touching yours and scrunches up his face in full concentration. A rumbly fart vibrates the seat and warms up your thigh.
On 1, he continues, but gives you a knowing looks that makes you melt.
On go, hes done and already gotten a lead on you. He was getting the timing on the start boost the whole time. He was distracting you. He races with a shit eating grin that erases any doubt in your mind. He knows *exactly* what he is doing.
When you finally start participating in the race, a couple seconds in, you almost immediately slam directly into a cow obstacle. "You just wont get hit huh?!" he says to rub salt in the wound in your pride.
"Well its not fair when you-"
"When I what?" he cuts you off, daring you to admit whats going on. Daring you to call this teasing what its is. Not just a hunk of a man playing with his farts in front of his date, but a sexually charged show of acceptance of your kinky desires, and an impressive show of gaseous skill. Like a peacock. But, you know, with farts.
You concede, deciding you rather like his teasing side and dont want to 'pop the bubble' of sexual tension just yet. At least you hope its sexual tension.
"Chemical weapons arent allowed in Mario Kart either, you know. Theres not a whoopie cusion powerup." you carefully probe the boundaries of this little game you seem to be playing together. Not the videogame, the other more exciting game between just you two.
"Well maybe they should add one, then, just for me." he proclaims. A brief grunt, and hes making the bench rumble again. "Though maybe that would just be redundant."
Needless to say, he kicks your ass. He takes 1st and you claim a very solid 6th. You scoot yourself even closer to him and wrap your arms around his middle, starting to take up his own personal space. "Why are you taking your hands off the wheel? Theres 3 more races."
You give him your best 'i need you carnally' eyes, "I'm feeling too distracted to participate, though I wanna see you smash these CPUs that someone decided to put on the hardest difficulty."
"Are you sure? we can always play another game or call it a ni-"
"No." its your turn to cut him off. "I'm really ok being right here with you. I'll let you know if that changes."
A small pause from him, his breathing slightly caught in his throat, "Ok, we dont have to go anywhere. But here, lets get more comfortable."
He leans forward and lifts up off the seat. He gives you that same look he's been saving only for your eyes all night. You realize what hes asking.
"Good idea." you say as you slide under him to let him sit on your lap. Hes not too tall so you can still see comfortably over his shoulder, though he does weigh more than you so its a touch uncomfy. You don't care though, since his ass is sitting directly on your crotch. (Now, if youd like to imagine yourself having a phallus, there is no universe where he wouldn't immediately realize how hard you are.)
Your arms are still wrapped around his waist as he starts the next race with a "You're going down, Toad." Your racer remains stationary at the start, getting hit by shells and other racers every time they drive by. You notice, with your hands in closer proximity than they've ever willfully been to his crotch, hes turned on too. *Incredibly so*. Though his mannerisms rarely show it. He still smashes the competition, small quips and vocalizations from him displaying his immersion in the game. He really doesn't like Toad.
His farts are flowing completely uninhibited now. Now that hes not sitting directly against the hard plastic of the seat, he can let rip without fear of the sound attracting unwanted attention. The attention he *is* getting hes made clear that he very much wants. From your vantage, they are far from silent. Rumbly and low, some squeaky and short. Most are long and would have been so boisterous as to make your grandma blush, if it werent for your nether regions taking and absorbing them. You can feel every blast of wind, every adjusting of his posture, every stomach rumble. The smell is completely unmistakable now. His body, pressed up against your own, starting to sweat slightly from close proximity, nerves, and the rising humidity in the space. Each fart, ripped mercilessly onto your most sensative parts.
Needless to say you didnt notice when he finished the last race (taking first place, obviously). "Hell yea! Eat shit Toad!" he pumps his fist and farts again. "That guys been on my ass all night!" He turns around and notices its your turn to be a blushing mess. His grin tells you the irony was fully intentional. "You ok still?"
You can only muster a smile and a nod, truly at a loss for words in this moment.
"Good, I wanted to adjust something really quick then." He sits up slightly making you realize just how much you were being slightly crushed. He grabs your right hand, the one closest to the curtain, unbuttons his jeans (not touching the zipper) and thrusts your hand down the seat of his pants. His underwear is silky and soft as your hand sinks into the heft of his right ass cheek. You instinctively give it a squeeze and let out a small groan of suprise and pleasure.
"Shhh, careful." he hushes, putting a large and reassuring hand over your mouth. His eye contact is mesmerizing. "Gotta be quieter than that, ok?" Again all you can do is nod, though this time talking isnt much of an option.
"You know, I'm actually loving that you're into this." He said it. You suppose it'd be ridiculous to deny at this point. You're just suprised that its been him taking each step forward into these weird desires of yours so boldly.
"But," he continues, "I want this to be just between me and you, ok?" You notice in this moment that his eyes are dilated, and hes trembling very slightly. He looks like a cat thats about to pounce on his prey. Behind it all, though, you can tell hes scared. Scared and pleading with you. He wants you, *only you*, to know about this part of him.
"So, keep quiet, and enjoy the show. Maybe tonight, we can stay at my place and you can get a taste of just how good at this I am?" His smile tells you that you dont have to say anything. He inserts another game token, and locks in Mario.
Thankfully, nobody else wanted to play Mario Kart that night. Though they'll likely have to fumigate the unit before allowing the public access to it again.
You don't know how many games he played. You didn't care. He was marking his territory on your hand the entire time. Your hand eventually glided from his right cheek to the valley in between. His underwear may as well not exist, though it remains a very important barrier that he has not broken down yet. These barriers are his to show you through, and you to enjoy the anticipation of whats behind them.
You left hand had started to drift under the front of his shirt, and further south. You went slowly, trepidatious that it may be too much for him right now. He only tensed up slightly when you first suggested you wanted to head that direction, giving him pause before saying "Yea, go ahead". He is big, and he is definitely hard. Still, you stayed at the inderwear level, for the same reasons your other hand didn't either.
After who knows how many races, most of which he came on first, you both hear a familiar voice.
"There you guys are!" its Zane, outside the booth. Your left hand quickly shoots up out of the front of his pants, though you have not the time nor the skill to remove your right or button up his jeans in time.
"We were looking for you guys, the place closes in 10 minutes." Zane pokes his head through the curtain on your left side, none the wiser of where your right hand could be. The rest, however is plain to both see and smell. "Jeez man, remind me to never buy you pizza again."
For the briefest of moments your heart is completely still, unsure of what to do. Of course you would get caught what the hell were you both thinking?
Thats as far as your thoughts go before Alex speaks up. "You say that every time we get pizza together, and you still do it."
"Lets get you two lovebirds out of here before gasbag here makes the whole arcade inhospitable. Come on, quit canoodling!" Zanes expression seems knowing, but shows no signs of disgust. You suppose he must be used to Alex's smell by now.
His friend is gone, and Alex slides off of your lap. His eyes are still hungry looking, though his smile is sweet and tender. "Come on, my place has a nice shower." he pauses to consider the forwardness of his words. "I mean, if you would still- if youd like to go home-" You cut him off with a kiss.
"I would love to go back to your place, unless you think I smell to bad?"
He kisses you again, his confidence returned. "No I dont think so, but you should probably wash your hand." he chuckles as he leaves the booth. You sniff your hand and realize what he meant. Thats the closest your face has ever been to his ass. Your arousal returns with a vengance, and you hope thats not where tonight ends.
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Everyone is piled into Zanes car. You all decided to carpool since gas is expensive as hell and Zane has a big ass car. He asks you to resend your address to his phone, to which you inform him that you will be staying at Alex's tonight. "Oh, ok, easier for me." he says, his voice revealing nothing. Though his eyes through the rearview mirror almost seam to say "Yea I figured."
The drive is quiet and uneventful. Everyone is likely tired from a long day, though you are wound up like a spring. Alex is holding your hand, your right hand specifically, maintining its warmth. If either of you smell like Alex's butt still, nobody mentions it.
(again, imagin its nighttime)
His apartment is clean and spacious, and his neighbors recently moved out. Of course, its definitely a bit of a bachelor pad. You can tell he doesnt get visitors often. Its not dirty, just untidy. You suspect he didnt plan on taking you home with him tonight.
He makes no mention of you needing a shower when you walk in. "Gimme just a sec, be right back." he says as he makes a swift, but not urgent beeline to his bedroom.
It isn't often you find yourself in his apartment. if theres going to be an overnight stay for either of you, its usually him staying at yours. The livingroom has large windows letting in a lot of natural light, which gives the room a completely different feel than you're used to.
You also notice how his kitchen isn't very tidy either, though its far from the barebones kitchen units youd expect from a single man his age. He mentioned once or twice that he "dabbles" in cooking, and you now see what he means. Unorganized, cabinet doors left open, strange organization habits. You cant help but look inside as you walk up to close the cabinet doors yourself. You find that ingredient and spice organization is clearly not his strong suit. Bags of popcorn stored next to a three quarters full bag of rice. Cans of soup next to a packet of,,,, is that a packet of yeast? Somehow he has two bottles of different brand olive oil in two different cabinets accross each other. Both opened and half empty.
Before you can wonder how he managed to accomplish that, his voice from the room snaps you back to the excitement of the night.
"Hey! Come here real quick!" he half yells from his room.
As you enter, you are beholden to a very welcome sight. Alex is naked from the waist up, standing between the end of his bed and his mirror, holding his phone up to take a picture of himself.
"Forgot to make a post today." oh right, his job. You watch as he finds an angle that frames his chest, arms, and behind perfectly to his liking. Just slutty enough for his (and your) tastes. He makes a cute little face, almost a smoulder, and you hear as he rips an absolutely thunderous and titanic fart as he holds the pose. It goes on for several seconds, leaving you stunned in silence the entire time. At the end of the 12 second long emission, he snaps the picture. "Perfect, I'll just schedule that to post tomorrow morning."
He looks back at you, feigning ignorance with that cute smile he loves to pull. "What?"
"Really?" you ask, putting on a facade of your own, making his face go red again.
"What?!" he half whines, putting on an almost pouty face as he turns away to write a caption.
You walk up and place a hand firmly on his ass, grabbing longingly, wanting to do a little boundary pushing of your own. "You tell me what." you tease, leaning in for a kiss.
Before you connect, he farts again, right into your palm, as he has already done so many times tonight. He turns away from your kiss and goes to lay face down on the bed. As he turns, you catch a glimpse of red on his cheeks.
Worried you went too far, you sit next to him on the bed. You touch his arm gently, "You know, if it's all too much, we don't have to do anything. I know whe havent really talked about.... *those* kind of boundaries before." It's true, not out of anything intentional from either of you, it just never came up in conversation. You like his gentlemanly, almost chivalrous persona he puts on in public. Though you were always dissapointed that he never seemed to be comfy enough to fully drop it.
"No it's not-" he starts talking into the pillow, cutting himself off and sighing deeply. You watch as his muscles relax, and he turns to look at you directly. "It isn't that I don't want to. It's just..." You don't interject, letting him collect his thoughts. "It was always a thing with me and my friends. And it was hilarious. And we loved it. But at some point it was, different for me."
You feel heat in the back of your neck as you already know what hes about to describe.
"It never stopped being funny, but they all seemed to grow out of it more. Believe it or not. But I never did, I still wanted to joke around like that. And then I noticed that I wasn't even really laughing at it anymore, but I still wanted to-"
You place a finger on his lips. Your right hand. You make deep, serious eye contact with him before you say, "I know." In that moment you watch him go through every emotion available to him, before landing on understanding. His eyes dialate again and turn slightly pleading, like a dog begging for something they dont fully understand. You both realize just how close you've cuddled together on the bed, and you both remember what you were doing in a Mario Kart booth 30 minutes ago. What he was doing with that hand you are currently holding to his lips.
The moment breaks and hes on top of you. Kissing you wildly and hungrily. Grasping and reaching for something, any part of you to hold onto. Your hands instinctively went to his ass. Kneading them through his jeans like dough. He has just awakened a beast that lives inside of you both, and it demands a feast.
Your shirt came off at some point during the eating of each others faces. You notice this only when he breaks free and leans backward, beginning to tower over you in all his shirtless glory. His pants putton is still undone and his fly is doing its best. His stomach rumbles slightly, just audible enough for you both to hear it and for him to give you a knowing smirk.
"Wait," he says, as if violently pulling the pair of beasts back by their leash, "I don't really...." a pause "know what I'm doing." Before you can say your reassurances, he says, "Oh no I've had sex before, just nothing worth writing home about. I guess I know why, now."
A brief moment of introspection from him, before continuing, "I was going to say, that ive never done anything like this," he gestures down at where your still clothed privates are rubbing against eachother, "So, I'm going to just wing it, and I want you to trust me like I trust you, ok? If theres anything you're not comfy with, let me know and I'll stop immediately."
You nod, a little too frantically. "The same goes to you. I've dabbled in this, but you havent. Take it at your pace, ok?"
Through his eyes you watch his heart melt in real time. "Ok." is all he says before hes lifting up and removing his jeans.
You help him, sensually touching his thighs in places youve never explored before, and as fast as he got up hes back down on top of you as before. You feel the weight of his heavy balls through his white Calvin Klein briefs (he always had expensive taste in clothes. underwear too, apparently). His two large globes of an ass sitting directly on your privates. You haven't forgotten what its capable of.
"I did say I was gonna show you my talents tonight." He says, the red on his face from arousal, not embarrassment. "So I have something to confess to you."
Your inquisitive look speaks for you, and he continues, "That party, couple months ago, when i cut off Gabe from telling that story about me? Well I wanna tell you it now." He notices how both your face and your nethers react to this. "I also want to show you."
He lifts a leg over you, and starts to turn around as he tells his story. "You see, I made Gabe shut up at the party because I specifically requested that none of them talk about that night. You know, scouts honor or something to that effect." His bulbous ass is now front and center in your vision. "It wasn't traumatic or anything, just not a side of myself I wanted widely known. You know with my career and all. Also wouldve made it hard to get dates." You were hoping he knew how much him taking his time was driving you crazy.
"Well, that internet trick Gabe mentioned, was a trick to fart whenever you want." Thats the first time hes said the word 'Fart' in front of you. "We all learned how to do it, and it was an insanely hilarious night. Though I honestly blew the competition out of the park."
His hands were down the back of his underwear now. His knees spread apart slightly, and he goes face down, ass up on the bed in front of you. "Which im sure isn't a suprise to you." He pulls his cheeks apart slightly and sucks in his gut in an odd way. You hear a loud and deep wooshing sound as you understand what he just did.
He looks over his shoulder at you. "I hope you appreciate my skills as much as they did that night." A loud and boisterous fart explodes out of his ass. Its sound is like a stock sound effect for a fake fart in TV shows or movies, but this one is *oh so real*. You watch as his underwear literally flutters from the force of it. You can't take it anymore and dive right into his cheeks, muffling it halfway. Your arms wrap around his waist and your hand stops right on his member, honestly completely unintentionally.
He laughs, a genuine laugh charged with sexual gratitude and just a hint of cockyness. His next words send a chill down your spine. "You want me to take off my underwear?"
You dont answer, instead removing them for him. He exclaims suprise, and releases a short fart to allevate any anxieties you may hold. His ass is beautiful. Covered in thin and short blonde hairs only visible from this distance, with a deeper jungle in his crack. His cheeks are bubbly, but also toned, revealing his trips to the gym aren't fruitless. You run your hands over them gently but firmly, barely revealing the sloghtest glimpse of his hole that hides behind all that perfection.
"Wait wait wait, take this one." he says straining. he bends forward slightly, revealing more of his hole and his balls hanging down under it. The fart he releases is blustery, deep, and sends a shiver down your spine with its musky, but not overpowering smell. He may be farting on command, but he was still gassy before he started. The fart lasts at least 20 seconds, or was it only 5? Its difficult to count when youre in such ecstacy. He laughs at his fart again, sending even more chills to your junk.
"I'm so glad I'm not rhe only one enjoying this." As he says this, your grasping right hand has found his erect member, and has started stroking it slowly. He is rather girthy, and long. Lucky you.
"Oh fuck hold on-" he releases another fart. This time your nose finds his hole like its laser guided, your mouth begining to lick and pleasure his sack. This fart is high pitched and squeaky, though as you stroke him he bends forward into the pleasure, causing it to become lower and airier.
With your left you begin to pleasure yourself, frantically and more sloppy than you typically do. Alex is fully bent over now, squirming and moaning cutely under your touch.
"O-Oh fuck, I, I'm-" he rips a small, but very loud fart right on your nose. His hole pulses and squirms agaisnt your nose, as your vision is overtaken by his massive ass cheeks.
"H-Here." he says, stammering. His gut flexes in that odd way once again, and he sucks in more air to his anus right against your face. His hand reaches back and grabs the back of your head, puching you deeper into his cheeks. "Wouldn't want you to miss this."
He releases a barrage of farts, one after the other, right onto your nose as he moans and groans and grunts your name out loud. He doesn't stop holding you in his ass, he doesn't want you to miss a single second of this, not that youd want to anyways. The gas is unending, its almost overwhelming. You however, were made for this. Your face sits so perfectly between his cheeks, nobody else is as perfect to be taking all his farts right now.
Your pumling on his dick speeds up. He tenses and farts another ripper that you sniff with gusto. His breathing quickens. Hes needing to catch his breath between pushes to rip more on your face. He can feel how ravenous you are for more in the way your mouth and tongue lap hungrily at his balls. He refuses to dissapoint, and never does.
He starts releasing smaller, quick ones in rapid succession now. Your pumps, licks, and sniffs start to sync up with his rips. Youre both getting louder, his moans approaching climax. You cant vocalize as your mouth is full of his balls. "I'm- It's -Ah!"
The finale, he farts right into your nostrils as you both cum in unison. Making a horrible mess of his crumpled up sheets. Not to mention the sweat and the smell that will have to come out in the wash. Neither of you move from your positions immediately. Though he is the first to get up. He removes the soiled top sheet and doesnt replace it before laying in bed next to you.
He grasps you tightly in his arms, and pulls you under the covers with him. Still naked and sweaty and smelly. Neither of you care. Youve never been held so tight before.
Your hands rest comfortably cupping his ass. You fit like a glove together. "Ooop wait." he rips a fart directly into your cupped hands. A moment of silence before "I'm not gonna stop all night, you know."
You kiss him on the forehead. "I know. Its hot." He smiles contentedly into your chest, and farts again.
With this damn shit. I need to rant again because holy fuck. Well one to my Ted talk
Now i have never been a hater of ships unless they were pro ships, but i never spoke out about any "normal" ship that i just heavily disliked. I also just dislike the trope of enemies to lovers because most of the time its not done slowly its a goddamn speedrun. But this isn't what we are talking about today.
Today i want to talk about How fucking sexualized this ship is by its own fans. Holy fuck. Now first of all i appreciate that atleast riot didnt make them super romantic or anything. What they made canon was a hug. A HUG and that's it. Because they actually care about the mental health they represent in the show. Now the fans. Holy fuck. I have seen more sexual shit about timebomb on TIKTOK than i have seen of caitvi on TUMBLR OF ALL THINGS.
Quite literally not a day ago i watched a edit of Jinx where a fan was pointing out about The flowiness of her amazing and gorgeous hair. And look who it is a fucking comment, where they said "so do you think ekko tugs on then when they ..."
Dude what. What the fuck is wrong with you. Of all the fucking things you could have said of course you talk about sex. Of fucking course. Nothing sweet, nothing romantic no no no. Dude the last interaction they had was when Jinx tried to kill herself. And this is what you're thinking about? Besides her hair IS FUCKING GONE. SHE HAS A BUZZCUT. THE FUCK HE TUGGING ON? MOLECULES OF AIR?
Also with the entire body paint thing in the last fight. Bro Why did people have to make that weird too. "Oh he drew tally Marks on her ass 😳" huh? Im sorry? Did She loose the ability to draw? And Hey did you know you can paint the clothing without Needing to wear it? Why do so many timebomb fans have to make their interactions so sexually charged? "Oh theres a handprint near her boob, you think ekko...?" No? Fucking hell dude what? She tried to kill herself a month ago (alteast that's the speculated time between those events) and you're telling me ekko would want to touch her like that? After seeing her explode and rip Apart a month ago? After being terrorized by her for YEARS? What is wrong with some of you? And Why do you people think that Jinx magically lost the ability to draw on her own self? Instead of making it atleast somehwat comforting, like "oh they are drawing on their faces and all like when they were kids" or some shit like that. But noooo, lets make it about sex. Why do timebomb fans have to make the ship even more disgusting than it already was? Dude im so fucking done. And just like in the last post, Why why God why. I have seen so many things of people saying that ekko will give Jinx another isha by making Jinx PREGNANT. Holy shit. Or even people drawing hickeys on them or Marks? And its not even like a timeskip or anything. Bro. Atleast draw it with their season 1 looks before everything went even more to shit, that would have been atleast a Tiny bit more normal. Nah lets draw them having implied sex offscreen with Jinx having a buzzcut or even The paint still being on them
Im just fucking done. Im gonna write more but i just had to type this out because im tried. Atleast caitvi makes sex romantic, sweet and loving not whatever timebomb fans are doing. They make Jinx weirdly sexual and ekko absolutely disgusting, getting rid of all morals he had. Im tired. Goodnight now
are you familiar with the uh, character relationship chart usually used in manga/anime?? i was wondering if it's possible to see one for your characters 😳 i wanna know who's friends with who, who's crushing on, etc... really just want to see relationships between the students of emerson😳 unless of course you want to keep it so we can learn it in-game, then please ignore this ask asjkskfjh im sorry
Well, I hadn't really paid much attention to relationship charts, so thank you for reintroducing me to them! The story/world has a lot of characters, so I don't think a full chart will ever be something I'll share while still developing 😅 I went and wrote a few general ones for the main cast. Kinda spoiler-y if you want relationships to be a total reveal in-game. More under the cut!
ahhh i hope its ok that im on anon? if it isnt let me know im just SUPER shy FNKXJCKDJXKG
she/her and he/him (either is fine!)
afab
im fine with either male or female!!
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age gaps dont really bother me as long as the character isnt under 20! (personal preference, haha)
dealers choice in the verse is fine!
and i love happy endings!!
im kind of on the apathetic/chill side? people say i dont really show a lot of emotion unless im around people i’m genuinely close with (this is cus im shy as fuck 😭 but people say it makes me seem cold) but im also really nerdy and passionate about games and media, especially ones with huge political/social messages (hence why i like one piece, haha!) and i have a really bad tendency to rant about and/or get into arguments about them. im also obsessed with pandas, if thats relevant at all HFKXJZKFKAJ
i wear glasses, but that doesnt have to be mentioned if it isnt relevant!
kinkwise, i’m into
dirty talk 🤤
i have this thing where i really like wrestling to be on top with another top/dom
i’m also just a sucker for romance, if that counts as a kink?(??) just sex that has this underlying intimacy that isnt just straight fucking (L-bombs are optional but i seriously go crazy for those 😳😖)
i have a thing for creampies/breeding 🙏
(realizing that im the most vanilla mf on the planet) i really like going down on my partner and hearing them moan, does that count? 🤣💀
and my hard nope is slapping/spanking and facefucking. everything else is fair game!!
the safe word is 🍍
(btw, i love your blog and your writing!!! please dont feel obligated to do this is if its too difficult or vague, i just like having the chance to talk to my favorite writers 😋)
You are getting matched up with Sabo!
- The fact you got together to talk about politics over a few drinks was what started the night.
- Conversations got more and more heated as the drinks flowed.
- You both had so much in common.
- Then you’d both started to mess around, you’d started to playfully wrestle with Sabo.
- He might not look it but he didn’t take being the bottom laying down.
- And that was how you’d ended up wrestled onto your back.
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“Did you really think that would work?” Sabo whispered in your ear; you could feel his hot breath against your ear as he pinned your hands above your head.
You were pinned under the blond, at his mercy, he straddled you, grinning down like a cat who’d gotten the cream. The way he pinned you was causing you to blush, getting flustered under him. It didn’t take Sabo long the realise what was going on, the feelings you felt, you’d liked him for what seemed like forever.
Your feelings just fell out, he’d leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss, one that deepened, one that made way for drunken confessing and hands trailing all over your body. Sabo was good to you, gentle as he made short work of your clothes, you helped him remove his own.
Both staring at one another before he pounced on you once more, feeling his erection against your thigh you couldn’t help biting your lip, grinding up against him, wanting more of the flame user’s attention, wanting him inside you.
“You really are in a rush for me, aren’t you?” Sabo chuckled once more as his hands ran down your thighs, featherlight teasing touches. He was enjoying this, enjoying the look on your face as his hands trailed over your pussy, missing everything on purpose.
“Your so needy!” The blond chuckled, a pleasing sound normally but you just wanted him to fuck you, bucking at every little thing he did, desperate.
“Sabo please… I want you to fuck me!” You blushed at how raw and open you’d been, his face mirrored your shock before he grinned ear to ear, getting between your thighs and pushing your legs further apart.
“You want my cum that bad?” He saw you nod your head rapidly, squirming under him.
“Alright, alright, lets see what I can do..”
You felt like you’d gotten everything you’d wanted when he finally pushed in, bottoming out in one stroke, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, his amusement was clear on his face between his own sounds of pleasure.
He wasted no time in picking up his pace, filling you with his cock, long strokes as he pulled out each time, whispering dirty things in your ear, you just wanted to be full of his cum, you wanted to drip his seed for the rest of the night.
Sabo speed up and indulged in your moaning, enjoying your fucked out expression, he didn’t even stop when you cum the first time, he wanted to push you as far as he could, coax another out of you, he was getting you there you had to admit, you dangled on the cusp of your second orgasm.
“I’m going to fuck you so full of my cum” he said and with such an angelic expression on his face, but that was all it took and with one more well aimed thrust and bite along your neck you came again, moaning loudly, feeling blissed out when he came inside you, filling you like you desperately needed to.
“Oh fuck… sorry I went… overboard”
Your arms looped around his neck and pulled him closer, kissing his cheek “Please, go overboard again sometime”
❤❤❤ aw thank you! Honestly I wanted to share more but that post was getting too long and I hate not being able to use readmores on asks on mobile 😳 i can really infodunp when im into something or inspired 😳 I guess I can just share some general random facts too though!
1. He's fairly tall but not very physically strong as a result of growing up borderline malnourished, so for say, fights, he relies mostly on weapons and underhanded methods. Tasers, hidden syringes with drugs, a concealed carry which he has a permit for. The main and go-to weapon in his arsenal really is his ability to put on a mask and deceive people
2. His overall demeanor is fairly friendly but like, in a fake way. He's all ^w^ outwardly but inside he's pretty apathetic. He's cordial to you because you usually aren't significant enough to warrant the effort of changing his usual disguise of "pleasant neighborhood doctor" and if he doesn't like you, well, there's a chance you might not be able to tell until he gets you alone and by then it might be too late
3. His eyes are all creepy and orange because 1, it's sort of because he's based on the trope of "never opens their eyes unless they're being scary, so their eyes are pretty intimidating", 2, because if Peter can have that tongue and that be normal in universe than orange eyes probably don't mean that much, and 3, I've been catching up on Kobayashi's Dragon Maid and I like Tohru's eyes.
Lucoa was also inspiration too! 'Mr' in his default personality acts very sort of bystanderly and pleasantly aloof much like her as well as, you know, the eye thing
4. He's meticulously studied law as a passing interest and also to help him with his, erm, endeavors. This mf is full on the kind of guy like "well officer as you can see by title 420-24/7 of the penal code that i let this person know they were threatening me and I defended myself accordingly when they didn't leave :)". He uses his booksmarts for murder ALL the time
5. The silver necklace he wears is a childhood birthday present from his mom. It was all she could afford to get him that year and he cherishes it more than anything else (besides his darling). Seriously though, even as his darling if you like, deliberately broke it or anything, he's going to paddle your ass raw and be very distant and cold for like, WEEKS. Anyone less gets. Horrible physical violence
6. You know those scenes in horror movies where there's like an evil doctor who can dissect people and commit atrocities without blinking because he basically doesn't see his "patients" as people? That's this guy. Once you've crossed him you're no different than a pest or an animal and he'll dispose of you as such
7. I haven't decided what his medical specialty is but he would either be some sort of a surgeon or something like a dermatologist (because he has a thing about cleanliness and it's unassuming and innocent enough while also giving him experience in cutting people open)
8. He likes animals! But he can still have His Moments where he's not always the best to them. Say he has some competition for his darling and they happened to own a snake or a dog or such. Well, if they happened to get poisoned somehow, they would simply be collateral damage in defeating his rival :)
9. I'm trying to think of what kind of pet he would have and I'm stuck between venomous snake, venomous spider, and a salt water tank with like fish and eels and maybe an octopus. I like the idea of him having a "scary" pet that he harvests venom from to use in his murders that also make him harder to track down
10. I don't know whether I would classify him as pan or demi? He doesn't have any gender or sex preference, and he can have sex for like the pleasure and activity of it, but in terms of being aroused and like YEARNING for his partner? That's a darling-only privilege: you have to win his heart first and then like. That's it, he's a simp for you.
11. He ain't gonna do anything like criminally mega nasty like cumming in your food or like stealing used hygiene products but he does have a stalker shrine with mementos like strands of your hair, a toothbrush, used underwear, like, "tamer" but still unsettling things.
12. He likes classical/orchestral music and he plays the piano 🥰 he's definitely composed more than one song about his darling and how they make him feel
13. I can't say for certain yet if Mr would win against Peter but just as a hypothetical for funsies scenario, I'm pretty sure he would probably lose against @semisolidmind 's DJ just because DJ is strong enough to not be over-powered and is probably perceptive enough to tell Mr has something funny about him and wouldn't let his guard down enough to give Mr the opportunity to take him down. Unless Mr just pulled out his gun but like, that's kind of his last resort weapon since it's harder to cover up/explain away to cops
14. I haven't decided on an exact age but Mr is in his late 20s to early 30s. He owns a home and a car, probably something cute and unassuming like a VW Beetle
So yeah, there's some more stuff about him /)(\ I'll probably draw and share more in the future cause I've been trying to kick my ass into being productive and it's fun so... yeah 🥰
A lot of people will write Dabi as a complete asshole and fics with Non-Con. Do you think if he was dating someone or had his eye on someone he would just abuse the relationship for sex or use his partner. Sometimes I will read through dub-con and I’ll feel like absolute shit afterwards. Don’t get me wrong of love the writing and the story but I just makes me feel like I’m not good enough or I just there to be used. (NOT TRYING TO HATE ON ANYBODY JUST STATING MY OPINION)
hmm... i also feel this way. idk why, but when i write dabi i make him such an awful bastard (i mean he is but,,,). i think the normal connotation that he would treat you like trash is because
we dont see him often
he doesnt talk much, and when he does hes an ass hat
he always looks like hes about to yell at his mom for interrupting him while he was in the middle of playing roblox
he just looks rough. 🤷🏽♀️
whOoops dropped those there- he's so mofuckin f o i n e
but in all honesty, why do we characterize him like that?
i think the bnha fandom has a tendency of thinking that all their faves are true top doms that will demolish them without second thought™. dabi would act differently towards someone who is his s/o, not completely dropping his old traits though because duh, its dabi.
not finna lie, i cant bring myself to read most dabi fics too because they make him so mean and it only hits different at like crackhead hours of the morning ogjggugjj. i'll put some hcs of how i think dabi is in different relationship statuses!!✨
one time thing:
dabi is a fuck and dip, not really looking back at the person he just slept with.
im honestly torn between him being an absolute player, or hasnt touched or looked at another person in such a way in his entire life.
but since we're focusing on non-virgin dabi, les get it.
i feel dabi will just go on and get the job done, giving you your kinks without restraint. he doesnt really care how you feel as long as you are satisfied/enjoyed yourself.
is one to leave first after doing it (mostly happens in places that's not his own).
calls you pet names that dont have string attached to them. the regular doll, bunny, etc.
he wont full on beat you up or damage your self-esteem, but once he knows that he'll probably wont see you again, he just doesnt give a fuck.
friends with benefits:
hes more mindful (aware?) on how he treats you, especially if you guys are colleagues.
still same as before, doesnt really care as long as you guys are both getting off.
kithes you more on your body since it's just a tad intimate not finna lie. pls dont roast me for this dabi is a human being and his f e e l i n g s--
calls you pet names, may call you by your name here and there. 😳 could you imagine him moaning your name? b y e
hmm.... whether or not he stays next to you/stays the night depends on what mood hes in.
not close enough to leave a note if he does leave when youre sleeping, but close enough to give you that lil glance over his shoulder before he leaves your apartment.
hes more responsive when he knows you, much more calculated with his moves.
has a tendency to catch himself simping over certain behaviors you have or falling for the way you do things.
and oh shit.... is he catching feelings?
in a relationship:
this man doesnt show it, but he loves you.
will still wreck you into the morning and do you when you wake up.
he doesnt have to ask what your kinks are, he already experimented and memorized alllll your reactions to know what you like.
man is so good he probably finds more kinks/things you like without you even knowing it yourself,,,
pet names ✨ galore✨
baby, doll, beautiful you name it~
oh you like being degraded too? of course he has that up his sleeve too.
unless hes feeling really needy, he'll check to make sure youre alright before plowing to town.
aftercare is a must for him even if we acknowledge hes an asshole.
whether it be cleaning you up, or taking a bath, or even just holding you in his arms as you guys fall asleep -- he'll be right there.
dabi is an emotionally constipated softy, nothing will change my mind.
🐜 the ant emoji is the best, don’t @ me😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳
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Johnny x Reader Oneshot
*the reader will be a girl plz don’t attack me*
*im probably gonna make this a bit short, since ya know, IM LAZY*
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“Jeez, what’s taking him so long” I looked over to an impatient Ponyboy looking around for a sight of Johnny.
“I dunno, he said to meet him here, unless he already left,” I responded
“I don’t think Johnny would do that, especially since you’re here so he wouldn’t leave us behind,” I blushed a little as he made the remark. I mean it was true. Ever since we started dating, he’s walked me to school, when he could, and always walked me back home. He’s never just left me out on my own.
“Hmm, I guess you’re right,” I looked down at the floor not knowing how to break the awkward silence that had come between us.
“Hey! Sorry guys, I didnt mean to leave you guys out like this for so long,” we both turned as we saw Johnny panting for air as he stopped in front of us. I smiled as he chuckled to himself a bit and turned his gaze at me.
“Hey baby,” he huffed as he kissed my forehead, “here, lemme carry those.”
He ended up taking my books and backpack, then we all started walking.
After awhile, we made it in front of the DX and I was about to go inside, until I caught a group of Socs watching us as we passed by them. I accidentally made eye contact with a well know Soc named Bob, he was such a dog, I never understood how any girl could love a guy like that. I instantly looked away, rushing behind the boys, trying to get to the other two in front of us.
“Hey, ya strangers!” I joyful voice called out. I smiled as I was greeted with Soda smiling and laughing as always.
“Ayeee, (y/n)!” Steve wrapper his arm around my neck and started ruffling my hair.
“Steve, you’re messing up my hair!!” I whined. Of course he didn’t care and continued laughing. I gently combed and patted my hair into its original state it was in and glared at him.
“We just came to hang for a bit” Pony started, “But I’m second guessing it, I’ve never been so sweaty in my life,”
“Ha, that’s Tulsa for ya,” Soda did small jazz hands as he turned back to the car he was working on.
We stayed and chatted with them, until it was the end of their shift. I hadn’t realized how late it had gotten and I still had to do my nightly routine. Johnny already knew I was going to want to start walking home, so he told the three boys he’d be back, and they responded with immature sounds. Moaning and kissing noises. God, they get on my nerves so much.
“Gosh, they are so annoying,” I groaned and looked into the dark sky, I slowly turned my attention to Johnny as I observed him as he walked on the outer side of the sidewalk
“Why do you do that?” I asked
“Hmm, do what?” He questioned
“Why do you always walk on that side of the sidewalk?” I restated
“Oh, I walk on this side because if there were to be a car accident near us, then I’d be the one to get hurt instead of you,” he smiled gently
“But you’d get hurt,”
“Yup, and that’s a risk I’m willing to take for you (y/n),” he wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my cheek as we continued walking to my destination
We finally made it in front of my cream colored home, with the blinds slightly left open
“Welp I guess this is goodnight,” I said sadly
“Aw, don’t worry I’ll see you tomorrow,” he smiled, “oh I almost forgot!”
He took a step closer to me and dug into his pocket to reveal a black, rectangular box that had some sort of label on it.
“I got you something,” he pushed it into my hands as he eagerly watched me open it. Inside was a golden necklace, the gift was a medium sized heart, that had the words ‘i love you forever’ engraved on it. I felt tears stream down my face and my body lunge onto his as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“I love it,” I whispered into his ear. He looked into my watery eyes and gently pressed his lips into mine.
“I love you, Johnny Cade.”
“I love you, (y/n) (l/n),” he replied.
I slowly backed away from his hold, sliding my hands down his arms to his hands, tightly holding them.
