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at the start of your relationship, you had just let sam take control of the sex life. he's a big fella and you haven't given the time to think about sam being the bottom for you.

that is until you had started noticing how much he sought your praise when he was fucking you, giving you those cute puppy dog eyes to enunciate his point. the more your relationship progressed, the more submissive he became. so one day, you decided to try and switch it up; make sam the bottom.

good lord.

after that one time, there was no return. the two of you started experimenting more with certain kinks. even the use of toys, which you had learned that sam adores. all of that brings us to this night.

sammy sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread, face scrunched up as his hands clenched into fists behind his back; his wrists were tied. he was gushing over the way you were just.. kneeling there, your hand on the vibrating stroker that was currently on his cock, moving it up and down, changing the pace up from time to time. sam did his best to not squirm or jitter. to just sit there and take what you give him like the good boy that he is.

“how's that feel, sam? you gettin' close?” your voice, barely above a whisper, asked, eyes trained onto his expression. sam's thighs tensed and he almost closed his legs, but he stopped himself just in time. he let out a few soft pants, his eyes screwed shut. “sss— yes, mhmm.. m'close..” he got out, his voice strained as his body tensed.

“you gonna be a good boy and cum for me?” you turned the toy from side to side as you continued the up and down motion, egging sam on. “ah- ah-huh, mm, yes sir, yes, jus— jus' a- a little more.” he breathed, hips stuttering as he jerked forward slightly, finally reaching his peak. he dirtied the toy of course, but that didn't matter to you much.

it didn't take long for the guy to end up on the bed, his shoulders and face pressed to the mattress, ass up, his hands still tied behind his back. you pushed your cock against his rim, earning a soft whine from him. “such a slut. you wearin' mascara? for real?” you inquired gently, looking at his side profile as he had his head turned to the side. sam's eyes fluttered shut, lips parted, mind blank. “sam, baby, answer.” you coaxed him, your voice so sweet, fingers carding through his hair. sam let out a tiny, breathless moan at the feeling of your hand at his scalp before answering. “y- it's- you like it, right?” he rasped out, keeping his eyes closed. you only asked that because you saw some of the mascara smudged under his eyes. placing your other hand on the small of sam's back, you pushed your cock in half way, pulled out to the tip and slammed into him with a harsh thrust, bottoming out. the latter whimpered at the roughness, taking in a sharp breath through his mouth, eyebrows stitched together. “g-gah, fuck,” he gasped, his body still sensitive since he came from that vibrating stroker..

your pace was rough. relentless, even though you just started. sam was already writhing, his hands subconsciously tugging on the restraints on his wrists. he clenched around you, his mouth open as the endless moans and whines fell from his pretty lips. “want me to make you cry? fuck you so good that your mascara runs? hm?” you asked rhetorically, giving a particularly hard thrust, in return, sam's back arched and his stomach tensed. “nn- ah, mhm, yes, fuck yes, please-” he whined desperately, pushing his hips back to meet your thrusts.

after a bit, the room was moderately quiet. well, if we're not counting the sounds of skin slapping against skin and sam absolutely sobbing out moans and mewls, hot tears running down his cheeks, his pretty face stained with runny mascara. yeah, this was a good sight. “you're such a whore,” you breathed, trying to keep your voice level despite the panting. “i might start thinking that- this.. ugh, this is the only thing you're good for.” you finished, your hands on his ass, fingers pressed into the flesh. sam let out a soft sob as he processed your words, rubbing his face slightly against the mattress to rid himself of the tears on his face. “i'm using you, and you just don't care?” you mumbled, your face twitching slightly as you kept up the steady pace. “pathetic. you're a sobbing- stuttering mess..”

sam's wrists were red from the continuous straining. he moaned your name, his voice shaky and barely audible. “gghh— aha— oh, fff-fuck,, ah..” his voice was higher pitched and broken in some places. you have hit his g-spot so many times - that's why he's sobbing. it was a mix between pleasure and pain, but his brain was too foggy to distinguish which one was the more prominent feeling. it overwhelmed him and he.. just started crying. but that didn't make you stop, no, why would it? you had pulled out momentarily, only to turn sam over on his back, pushing his legs open and pushing your cock all the way in again, your pace gaining a rhythm that was a bit slower than before.

due to sam's hands being restrained, they stayed under him, basically, he was laying on top of them. it was an uncomfortable feeling but he didn't focus on it too much. sam's face was scrunched up and he was biting his bottom lip to contain the sounds. your hand moved to his chin, which got him to open his eyes even if it was just slightly. he stopped biting his lip, too. you pushed your thumb into his mouth, swirling it around his tongue. he moaned around your finger, his hips stuttering. sam's eyes were so glossy, his undereyes smudged with the makeup. “does the sluttiness run in the family?” you mumbled almost bitterly. “dean's sleeping around with every woman that catches his eye, and you- fuck.. you take cock like you were made for it.” you commented, pushing your thumb to the back of sam's tongue, making him gag slightly and tear up even more. “whorehouse.” another grumble left your lips, eyes staying fixated on sam's mouth.

your free hand ran over sam's pecs and he squirmed a bit as your palms pressed against his nipples. his sounds were getting muffled by the finger in his mouth, but you were just adding a new sensation on top of the others. so overwhelming.. so overstimulating. “god, don't you need a bra for- ngh.. these?” you mocked, narrowing your eyes slightly as you finally looked at his chest. sam managed a mewl as a response to your words. “pecs, they say, yeah.. right.. you got tits.” you said, sending a weird shiver down sam's spine. he coughed a couple times which in return made you take your thumb out of his mouth. his lips were slick with saliva, drool on the corners of his mouth and down his chin. “bastard.” you said through gritted teeth, both hands moving down to grip his trembling thighs.

it went on for a good thirty minutes. you edged sam in the process, not letting him cum. he was so jittery, his body trembling non stop. eventually, just as an experiment, you got the guy on the floor on his knees, his aching arms behind his back, still. he could barely hold himself up but you wanted to fuck his mouth, so he'd have to bear with it. the mascara on his eyelashes was hardly even visible anymore, all it left was a couple black stained streaks down his face. sam was breathing heavily as you pressed the tip of your cock to the side of his face. “c'mon, be a good boy and open your mouth for me..” you uttered urgently, your hand on the bottom of sam's chin, holding quite gently.

sam was fucked so good he was out of it. his red, puffy eyes stared off into nothing and it made you have second thoughts. you used your free hand to very lightly slap sam's cheek to get him to snap out of it. you were about to voice your concerns and finish up with this, but the moment sam looked up at you, all your doubts disappeared. he was looking at you with those puppy dog eyes, so expectantly. he was so wrecked and so pretty, visibly shaking. you didn't even have to repeat yourself and sam opened his mouth, turning his head to the side slightly, his soft lips wrapping around your length so perfectly. “haah, good.. that's good..” you murmured, one hand staying on his jaw, the other moving to the side of his face. “what was that..” you asked softly as sam took you all the way, his lips pressing to your base. “slapping? that's what you're into?” you mused breathlessly as the latter hollowed out his cheeks and started moving his head forwards and backwards, his eyes fluttering shut.

“fuckin' freak,” you degraded, pushing your hips to his mouth a bit quicker, sam's eyebrows furrowing again. he pulled off of your length, only to move his head, stick out his tongue and trace a vein on your cock with it. that action earned a groan from you. “how many dicks have you sucked, hm..? you a prostitute or somethin'? keep your mouth on it,” you had slapped him again, this time more harshly than before. sam breathed out a shaky sigh, muttering what you believed to be a small apology under his breath, putting his mouth over your tip. you just pushed your cock all the way in, down sam's throat, making him gag around it, his teeth accidentally grazing your length. tears welled up in his eyes unfailingly, his jaw going slack. you started facefucking him, being rough. not that sam minded, after all. you were overstimulated from the previous activities, so it didn't take a while for you to cum down sam's throat, your hands tangled in his damp hair. he swallowed around your cock, his thighs pressed together, shoulders tense. “such a good boy..” you said, pulling your length out of his mouth, your thumb wiping away the drool on his chin. “you did so good.” you rasped out, pushing his hair back and out of his face.

this wasn't the first time you were rough with sam. certainly wasn't the last one.

You lift your head, finally tearing your gaze away from your book.

"And why should I do that?" You counter, turning your head towards his slightly, a teasing smile on your lips.

"Because I want you in the shower with me." He says softly, a grin on his face as one hand reaches forward, shutting the book on the table in front of you.

You laugh softly, taking his still outstretched hand to stand up.

"So needy" you tease, intertwining your fingers with his as he scowls down at you playfully. He keeps you close, dragging you to the small motel bathroom. You lean against the counter, your eyes raking over him as he shuts the door. His focus immediately turns back to you, giving you an affectionate smile, the one that he can never help whenever he sees you. You soften at just how sweet he always is, and you know he's not gonna let you lift a finger this entire shower. He's so chivalrous, and it never fails to make you melt.

"You never marked my page." You say softly, a coy smile on your face as you watch him move towards you. he stands in front of you, resting his hands gently on either side of your waist, the warmth of his body already felt upon yours. He scoffs, shaking his head a little at your choice of topic.

"I'm not gonna remember what page I was up to now. When we need something quick on spirits for a case, I won't be able to help."

He rolls his eyes, that smile never once faltering.

"Let's just get this off you, okay?" He says, his hands grasping the hem of your shirt. You don't protest, and he starts to lift your shirt, revealing your bare skin beneath.

"You already know everything there is to know about them anyway." He adds, lifting your shirt over your head, tossing it to the floor. He gives you a soft smile, before reaching for the hem of his own. Despite the lack of heat in this moment, you can't help but be captivated by the way he removes his shirt, his bare chest and torso revealed to you. You've seen him like this plenty of times, but you can never get over just how pretty he is.

"You can never know everything about something." You say, your hands moving to the button of your jeans, slowly pulling them down your legs. Sam watches, and you know a part of him ached to have done it for you. But as much as you love it, you don't want his help to the point where you feel like you're being babied, and he knows this. Silently, you both continue to remove your layers of clothing, each not so discreetly watching the other.

Once you're both bare, he approaches you again, one arm snaking around your waist, the other intertwining your fingers. he kisses your temple gently, murmuring into your ear;

"C'mon. it's getting cold out here."

You smile, following his lead as he opens the shower door, turning on the water. You rest your head against his arm as you wait for the water to warm up, the harsh sound of the water hitting the shower tile filling the small bathroom. Once Sam's checked that it's warm enough, he steps in first, his hold on your hand never faltering as he carefully guides you in to follow him. He shuts the door, moving you to stand under the steady stream of warm water, holding you close by his arms around your waist.

As much as you love showering with Sam, you always find yourself feeling guilty. Because of how big he is, and how small motel showers always are, it's often difficult for you both to share the water at once. And because Sam is so painfully caring, he always immediately makes sure you're taking majority of it, never once letting you get cold. It's a constant back and forth between the two of you. Not that Sam would spill his secret, but he always loves doing this because he knows you'll shower him with kisses of sympathy to soothe his chills.

As predicted, he makes sure you're completely underneath the water, leaving whatever's left for himself.

"Stop doing that." You grab him, pulling him back in close to you, your bare bodies pressed together underneath the water.

"I want you to be warm, honey" He says gently, leaning in to kiss the skin by your jaw softly.

"I'll be warmer if you were standing here, under the water." You say, dipping your head to meet his eyes.

He huffs, silently praying that he'll still get his bombardment of kisses, his lips quirked up fondly. Because he's just so sweet and too caring, you can't help but close the gap and press a quick kiss to his mouth, which causes his lips to soften. His fingertips gently caress your waist, his forearm pressed against your lower back. Pulling away, he reaches for your body wash, the vanilla one he can never get enough of. He'd spend hours snuggled up on top of you, just taking in the sweet scent of your skin.

He steps forward a little, causing you to step out of the stream so he can wash you properly. Suds and bubbles form as he lathers the wash onto his large hands. Then, he gently presses his hands onto your shoulders, his palms covering them entirely. He works in comfortable silence, letting out soft huffs with a smile on his face when you giggle whenever he caresses a ticklish spot. He works his way down, paying close attention to your skin, lifting your hand with careful fingers as he works his way down your arms, practically just admiring every inch of your body in the most heartwarming way possible. His hands rub over your waist and hips, and eventually he has to crouch to wash your legs, and you press your hand against his shoulder, stabilising your weight against him.

He caresses your legs with the wash so carefully and respectfully. You can never quite get over just how polite he is, despite the fact that he's seen and touched every part of you, said the filthiest things into your ear, and made sounds come out of you that surpass absurdly sinful.

He works his way all the way down to the bottom of your feet, massaging out the soreness in them, before his hands travel their way back up your body, resting on your hips as he stands so his eyes meet yours again. He steps back, placing you back in the stream of water. When he tries to leave all the water to you, you tug him in again, firmer this time, wordlessly telling him to stay. This makes him laugh softly, his gaze so affectionate you'd think he feels no emotion other than love. And when he's with you, that's almost entirely true. But he feels so, so many things for you, just love wouldn't be enough to cover it.

As the suds wash off your body, you reach for the tap, turning up the heat of the water. Sam is just so soft and easy to rile up, you can't help but tease him. You're in an especially pestering mood tonight. You laugh as he hisses, jumping away from the water like it's poisonous, which he would say it's not far off. You bask in the warmth of the water, soaking up his reaction.

"Why do you always have to have the water so damn hot?" He asks, gripping the tap to turn it down slightly, to a temperature in between his ideal and yours.

"Because I know you love it." You say coyly, grabbing his own body wash off the shelf. As his eyes catch your movement, he immediately protests, grabbing your wrists.

"No."

"Yes."

"Honey, i'll do it myself. Really." His eyes gaze into yours, pleading.

"Now that's just unfair. You don't have to do everything, you know. Never with me." You say more gently now, your fingertips lightly grazing his arm.

He huffs, defeated. You know he wants to do everything for you all the time, hating when you force him to take the back seat for once. A victorious smirk creeps up onto your lips, which makes Sam smile too, watching as you press your hands to his warm chest, pushing him away from the water. You gather up the suds on your hands, pressing your palms back against his skin. Silence envelopes the two of you again as he admires you delicately cleaning his skin. You try to match the same amount of care and gentleness Sam displayed when he washed you, to try and show your love and gratitude for him, despite the fact that you tease the hell out of him majority of the time.

Sam doesn't know what to do with himself, never getting used to the feeling of being taken care of, standing almost awkwardly as you work. Even though he looks like he's just dying to snatch that bottle away from you, make you sit and do it himself, he wouldn't trade this for anything. You work your way down, paying close attention to his skin before travelling back up, caressing his skin, before pulling him by the hand underneath the water again. As soon as you're done he immediately pulls you in, arms wrapping around your waist, his voice low and soft as his breath fans across your lips.

"Thank you, honey." He dips his head down further, kissing you softly and sweetly, his fingertips lightly moving against the ends of your wet hair against your back. Towards the end of the kiss you smile, pulling away a little.

"Your selfless chivalry makes me sick sometimes," You tease, your words contradicted by the caress of your hands on his neck. He laughs softly, kissing the corner of your mouth quickly, murmuring a soft 'love you' against your cheek, nuzzling his face into your neck.

Eventually he pulls away, almost reluctantly, only because you both feel a slight decline in heat of the water temperature. He sighs, reaching for the tap, already missing your touch under the water even though he still has it.

"Come on, baby." He murmurs, his hands on you as you leave the shower, one quickly pinching a towel off the rack, wrapping it around your shoulders as he gently begins to dry you off. You huff with a smile, as he puts you before himself again, as if prioritising himself would kill him. You let him, because you know he just wants to show you how much he loves you. He's drying himself off quickly before you can protest, too busy lost within your daze of his loving touches, and before you know it he's putting the towel back with a triumphant grin on his pretty face. He wraps you up in his arms, pressing a kiss to your hair as he holds you warmly amongst the humidity of the post-shower bathroom air. After a moment, a smirk quirks up on your lips, and you tilt your head off of his chest to look up at him.

"I should be getting dressed, you know, so why are you pressing my naked body up against you?" You say, cocking your head in playful curiosity.

"Can I not just be affectionate with you and you not spoil it for once?" He replies with a playful shake of his head and a light scoff.

"So you don't care that i'm naked. Up against you..." You trail off teasingly, your fingertips dancing along his shoulder.

"I do care. You know full well I like your body very much. Now stop distracting me. I wanna dote on you."

"Distracting you? You didn't look like you were doing much before." You reply, your hands lightly cascading down his shoulders.

"I'm trying to be affectionate. Now, can you stop trying to climb me so I can get us out of this bathroom?" He says, squeezing your sides gently, trying hard to suppress the smirk threatening to appear on his lips.

"I'm not trying to climb you." You retort, your expression bathed in impish seriousness.

"Bet you want to though." He says teasingly, that damn attractive smirk finally playing on his lips, as he pinches your side, laughing as you yelp and squirm in his hold.

"Now i've got you worked up, hm?" He holds you tighter, his lips making a ticklish path on your neck.

"Can you stop trying to fuck me?" You say through your laughs.

"I'm not!" He immediately protests, an amused, exasperated look covering his features as he lifts his head back up again.

"You so are. And i'm not worked up. You can feel for yourself if you want." You tease, rubbing your leg against his a little, biting your lip. Your attempt at playful seduction is quickly destroyed as your lip falls free from between your teeth in a loud laugh. You relish in the way Sam's cheeks turn bright red, his eyes widening at you.

"No. No. We're not doing this." He says through his flustered smile, grabbing your hips he twists your body towards the door, marching you outside into the bedroom. You laugh, letting him guide you, satisfied in your teasing.

"You drive me up the wall, sweetheart." He says in an amused tone into your ear, holding your shaking body as it racks with laughter. You hum, turning in his hold, so you're facing him properly. Your eyes are bright as you take in his blush and sparkling eyes. Because you've teased him well enough for now, and because he just looks so pretty and kissable, you lean up, pressing a sweet and gentle kiss to his soft lips, your fingers lightly caressing his hair as you taste him. He hums, a soft smile on his lips as you pull away just slightly, resting your forehead against his.

"Let's get ready for bed now, hm? I know you're tired."

You can't help it. The moment's turned soft, but the opportunity is right there.

"You just wanna take me to bed so bad, don't you honey?" You tease, that playful glint reappearing in your eye.

"Jesus" He breathes, pulling away from you, grabbing your sleep shirt off the bed and chucking it at you, which you barely catch, your body racking with laughter once again. As much as you annoy the hell out of Sam, hearing your laugh is something he lives and breathes for. When he hears it, he just feels so warm.

waking up like this is heaven; first, in the moments before you can process exactly what is happening, and second, once you realize and can bask in the splendor of having him so intimately close and vulnerable with you. then it comes crashing down as you remember that this isn’t quite how it’s supposed to be, and that you’ll never, not for a moment, be able to get this feeling out of your head, your body.

which means every moment after you untangle yourself from him will be full of a pure, undying, taunting want, maybe even need, to have him like that again. such a feeling is a general inconvenience as one considers that sam is your best friend, that he and his brother are just about all you have, and that you’d rather die than lose them to the fact that you’re in love with him. so clearly, it’s better he never knows, it’s just that constantly thinking about cuddling with him tends to lead to you making heart eyes at him or your cheeks flushing hot when he looks at you a moment too long.

then there’s the realization that sam is still asleep, the steady rhythm of his breath tickling your neck is both comforting and terrifying all at once. what if he wakes and jerks away, uncomfortable with your proximity? should you push him away before he even realizes the position you’re in? it’s not as if sam doesn’t enjoy physical affection; he pretends he doesn’t, but you’re convinced that he’s a cuddlebug at heart. maybe that’s an overly cute way of putting it, but you can feel how much he loves hugs, how much he enjoys having his head in your lap when you get a rare movie night. you’re just worried that this is too much, too close for even him.

and yet, you’re feeling selfish, because what if you never get him like this again? so you close your eyes again and just revel in the way it feels to have the tip of his nose pressed to your neck and his forehead against your jaw. his hands on you, so steady and sure in his sleep. his hair, soft between your fingers and the muscle of his back under your palm. his leg, tucked between yours. just the weight of him, pressed against you all solid and real and almost immovable until he wakes.

you hear dean stir a few feet away and you pray he won’t be able to tell you’re not asleep. breath even and eyes still gently closed, you hear dean move about, mumbling to himself. he’s digging around in a bag, pulling something out. then you feel him move closer and you swear he’s hovering at the foot of the bed.

then you hear a click, like that of a camera shutter, and you realize dean’s taken a picture of the two of you like this. pictures of the three of you are rarer, and dean being the one to take it means it’s special. you suppose blackmail is special in its own way and beg to no one that dean didn’t hear your breath hitch as you realize this moment is now immortalized by a picture that dean’ll print out someday and shove in your faces to make fun.

then dean’s mumbling to himself again, now close and loud enough for you to make out his words. “these two,” he sighs, tone practically chastising as if he sees something glaringly obvious, but the both of you can’t seem to quite get there. “i swear, the heart eyes from across the room, the longing gazes. god, they’ll be the death of me.” 

he really, truly thinks you’re asleep. he talks like this when he doesn’t know you can hear him. though usually not about you and sam, not like this. “they’re both such idiots. idiots in love,” he laughs humorlessly to himself, then turns away, stuffing the camera back in the bag he dug it out from. “maybe i should lock them in a closet,” he considers, voice so low you can barely catch his words, “see who caves first. then they’ll probably only thank me for that or the puke-inducingly cute photo once they’re married, those ungrateful asses. kids these days.” he lets out a huff of breath as he heads to the bathroom, seemingly done with his ranting about … about what? you and sam being in love with each other? what the hell was he saying, married? you and sam? you have to hold back from letting out a lovesick sigh.

you’re so caught up turning dean’s words over in your mind that only sam’s hand lightly squeezing your side brings you back to the present. your eyes shoot open and you pull your hand out of his hair. sam parts from you, barely. how long has he been awake? you’re almost too scared to look at sam, who hasn’t even attempted to untangle himself from you. he’s still got his hand on your waist and his leg tucked between yours and your eyes catch his without you meaning to. it’s always like that; your eyes will wander until they find his face, every time. it’s habit, instinct, unavoidable.

he looks at you long, and something about his pretty eyes turned green from the morning light and the color of the sheets keeps you holding his gaze, taking him in as he does you.

when sam finally speaks, his voice is hushed, but there’s this barely contained joy to it, begging to be released. “think we should save him the trouble?” the playfulness in his voice tugs at the corner of your lips. when he sounds happy, you can’t help but feel that way.

“of?” you ask, thinking you know what he means, but wanting to be sure.

“of locking us in a closet. sounds like a bit of a hassle, if you ask me,” he smiles at you, and his words plus the sight of his dimples has got you grinning without restraint. you wonder again how long sam was awake, but completely without apprehension this time. all the two of you needed was a few playful words exchanged, and now you know. though you wouldn’t have without dean’s unwittingly overheard grumbles, so you supposed you will have to thank him after all.

“i don’t know,” you say with a false air of careful thinking, “seems like it could be fun, y’know? it’s been too long since we’ve played a good trick on dean, don’t you think?”

sam doesn’t have an answer for that because he’s been too busy staring at the way your lips move, still pulled into a smile as you talk. you take another good look at him and wonder, how in the world did i miss it? the way he looks at me?

How Does He Act With A Crush?

he’s so cute when he has a crush. he finds excuses to hang out with you, he’s nicer to you than he is to anyone. he does his best to charm you with his ‘bad boy’ persona and then drops it to just be that soft funny guy. he’ll let you borrow his books and he’ll read any you recommend, he lets you borrow his cds, sneaks you free stuff from luke’s, probably steals something of yours to remember you by when he’s sitting alone.

Love Languages

i think jess is an acts of services and gift giving kind of guy. he’ll annotate books for you, give you books, drive you around, carry things for you. he’ll let you drag him places as long as it makes you happy too. he keeps your best interests in his heart. he struggles with voicing his feelings. he’s physically affectionate, but it’s mostly hand holding and kissing.

Gifts

he definitely listens to you when you talk. he learns what your favorite candy is to randomly give to you when you’re hanging out. he gives you books based off your taste and he expects you to tell him what it was about and if you liked it or not. he buys you cds and records of your favorite artists and does his best to find collectors items too. has bought you little antique trinkets that are genuinely adorable.

Dates

like i said, he takes mental notes on what you talk about, he’s a great listener. if you mention having seen a new restaurant open he’ll take you there for dinner. he enjoys taking you out for ice cream (there’s ice cream at the diner, but no cones), taking you book shopping, record shopping, seeing a bad movie to make fun of it (at home or in theatre), going to concerts or small gigs. he loves just walking around with you and talking too. keeps a hand in your back pocket or an arm around your waist. if you ask him to a town event he’ll complain about it and say no for a while but if you keep asking he’ll probably say yes, or he’ll come up with an alternative date.

Kisses

when you first start dating he genuinely cannot stop kissing you. stops you mid conversation to kiss you and then goes back in his same position to listen to you continue talking. kisses your cheek when he really wants to kiss you but you’re ranting. kisses you to shut you up. of you want him to shut up, it's effective on him as well. kiss him and you can get you whatever you want. he’d give you the world if you asked, anyways.

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he does magic tricks for you!! sometimes your brain hurts from reading so much or you’re studying and you want a break so he busts out his cards and just does some tricks for you. sometimes he’ll take you to the lake and you two sit on the bridge and sit in silence, holding hands and looking at the water while thinking about whatever. whenever he’s upset, this is his favorite thing to do with you. he honestly doesn’t peg me as the jealous type. unless you outright hang out with an ex or a guy who clearly has a crush on you, he won’t care. he trusts you. he’ll ho to parties with you, but he makes sure both of you steer clear from drinking. while yes, he would normally drink at a party, you’re here and he doesn’t want to worry you and he certainly doesn’t want you drinking. he would stop smoking for you if you asking him to!! sometimes you to sit in the park/town square and he’ll be reading on the grass while you’re sitting on a bench and his head is between your knees so you can play with his hair. it calms him down, and also it’s fun to mess up his hair without his knowing. he offers his jacket to you when it’s cold and then you get to watch him start shivering before he wraps an arm around your waist to keep you close to him for a bit of warmth. he takes care if you before himself!! if you say you need help he’s immediately coming to your rescue. stuck on a homework question? he’ll figure it out, don’t worry. your car won’t run? he’ll figure it out, don’t worry. your sink won’t stop dripping? he’s no plumber, but it shouldn’t be too hard. pet names are weird to him, but a small ‘babe’ or ‘baby’ will leave his lips inbetween kisses or when he’s about to softly correct you on something. whenever you talk he’s looking at you with the softest eyes, a small smile on his lips. he seriously doesn’t understand what he did to interest you in him. sometimes he’s mean bc he’s mean to everyone and it’s his defense mechanism against the world. blows you off when he’s upset but the longer you’re together the better he gets at communicating he’s upset and letting you try to improve his mood. please hug him and let him hold you and kiss your hair it’ll do wonders for him. he’s half hopeless romantic half asshole. he’s such a loser boyfriend. the beginning of the relationship is puppylove and then it leads to real love and he doesn’t know how to handle it. it’s amazing but scary.