#and he gets soooo into it 😩😩😩

[sourpeachsayshi]

(Minors / ageless / blank blogs dni) - slight degradation; mention rough sex

you knew nanami was fit. you knew he was made of muscle. but you had no idea just how strong your boyfriend actually was until you both moved into your new place. you watched him pick up heavy furniture with such ease. move all the boxes without ever breaking a sweat. at one point you were standing in his way and he mindlessly just lifted you up and moved you aside like you were nothing to him.

three weeks since that day you have not stopped thinking about it. it boiled up and made you restless, until finally you had enough.

you sit down next to him on the couch this evening and demand: “I want you to me fuck me,”

kento’s eyes widen with surprise at your tone. his face puzzled as he registers what you just said.

you’re in a pair of panties and an oversized tee, while he’s still rocking his dressed down suit.

“well, good evening to you too…”

“please?”

“is someone in a mood?” he teases, eyes flickering to the book on his lap, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

you nod your head, the space between your legs throbbing.

your lover lets out a low and delicious laugh. “get in bed, and take off your clothes. I’ll be there in a minute…”

your heart thumps, “and you’re going to…fuck me, right?”

confusion contorts the muscles on his handsome face. “Isn’t that what I usually do?”

your cheeks burn. you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth and swallow your last nerve.

“you make love to me,” you explain, “but…you don’t fuck me…”

kento furrows his brows innocently, the tips of his ears turning slightly pink. “do you not enjoy it when I-“

you cut him off before he has a chance to finish. “no, no, it’s not that…” you crawl on top of his lap, and over the length of his body. you pluck his glasses away from his face and put down his book. “I want you to use me, to be rough with me…”

“hmmm,” he acknowledges, his legs spreading underneath you as he allows you to melt over him.

“I just…” you babble, two fingers reaching to play with the tips of his blonde hair. “I just didn’t realize how…strong you were…”

the tips of his cheekbones now turn red. he’s a little caught off guard, but you enjoy doing that to him once in a while.

“I don’t want you to hold back tonight. Pull my hair, tie me up, throw me down on the mattress. Whatever you want. I can take it…”

his dick twitches - and you feel it. you can see his tawny eyes go hazy as he attentively hangs onto your every word.

he swallows the catch in his throat.

“I could hurt you, love. I don’t want to do that…”

you shake your head in disbelief. “I don’t think you will. I trust you, kento…”

his index finger taps your back in contemplation.

“you want me to tie you up?” he repeats and your heart races as you eagerly nod your head.

“use you?”

you nod again.

“pull your hair?”

you nod once more, your breath going heavy.

he pushed the weight of his body up, the hand on your back trails up the spine until it threads between the strands of your hair. he grips it tight and brings his lips against your ear.

“you want be fucked?”

excitement builds in your core, the depth of his graveled voice sparking your arousal.

“yes,” you pant.

“you asked for this, my love,” he breathes, a shift in his tone sending shivers all over your body. “I won’t stop unless you say “strawberries”, no matter how much you beg…”

his lips brush against your cheek, pulling back until it lightly grazes over your mouth.

“and you…are just going to take it, like you said you would. am I right?”

your whole body hums at the shift in his demeanor, at this sudden seductive darkness that seemed to have taken over of your lover’s body.

“yes,” you agree, making him grin cheekily.

“that’s a good girl,” he praises, and pulls a gasp from your lips when he rips the string of your panties and yanks off the material, before discarding the garment over his shoulder and stealing a kiss.

[sunsetsover]

that post really got me goin a lil crazy especially in the context of kant putting that stencil on him. because bison keeps going 'higher, a bit more, a little higher' yknow. and ofc kant is like well if i go any higher i'll be in his underwear so obviously that's what he wants. but then the moment he tries to go there bison is like um? what do you think you're doing? isn't this against the law? and kant tries to push it thinking bison's just playing a lil coy but no. do you not see? he just wanted you to put the stencil on him, duh!

and there's this power struggle where bison directly mirrors kant's behaviour. kant slaps bison's thigh, bison slaps kant's hand as he tries to sneak into his underwear. it's so unnecessary. he didn't need to slap his hand. he definitely didn't need to slap it that hard. but he did, because mr 'you have to let me be in control' is at it again, and bison's not having that, not at all. the control has never been kant's since the moment he walked up to him in that bowling alley, before all the intentions got muddled. kant approached, bison dismissed him. then he called him back and kant came running. why? because the power has never not been bison's. and it's about time kant understood that once and for all, isn't it?

[multifariousmediums]

Closeups and process video under the cut!

[Video: Timelapse of the piece, starting with a rough sketch, then a m more detailed one. Clothes are added on in a third layer, and then the piece is lined and colored in. End description.]

[hvackisser]

Brea likes to cheer Kepler up whenever she can with real food instead of the ration bars the republic supplies them with on long missions. His favorite are ronto wraps whenever they visit Batuu! 🌭🌭

[baeshijima]

eugh my handsome pretty boy…

welcome to jjk phanpara choso u are finally here 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

[ifindus]

wait, as a student, do you live in a dorm with someone? I am planning on studying but Idk how I am going to handle living with someone else that I don't know, at least in the beginning (ㅠ﹏ㅠ)

I don't know how it works in your country, but I don't think dorms are a thing in Norway? There is student housing though, both privately and through the university, but they are all off campus and more like flats.

I went to "high school" in the next town over, so I shared a flat with other people for two years already then; one good experience and one not so good. Throughout the years I've shared a room with another person at a folkehøyskole, then lived with my ex, then alone in an apartment, and the last year I shared a flat with some friends of mine. Most of them were very positive experiences.

The experiences definitely vary depending on who you live with, and the down-side with living with strangers is that you can be unlucky if they are very annoying/unhelpful etc. However, most people are very nice, and everyone wants to have a peaceful relationship with their flatmates. Communication is definitely a very important part of it. It does help to have your own room you can retreat to when the social battery is dead though. Most of my friends love their flatmates and living with other people. Here are some positives for you;

you will always have someone to come home to

you can save money on groceries

you don't have to go food shopping alone

you can have movie nights regularly

you have someone to play board games with

you have someone who can buy you stuff for you when you get sick

you have someone to walk to uni with

you can went to them about your classes (complaining is what brings us all together)

you have someone who can give you a toilet-roll while you are stuck on the toilet

you don't have to do all the cleaning alone

you can share common expenses (like dish soap etc.)

it's a nice way to get to know other people; your flatmates might introduce you to new friends etc.

Overall, living with strangers for some years, is a valuable experience. You will learn a lot from it and can make some really good friends in the process 💖 My advice is to be understandable to other people's situations and personalities, but at the same time set clear boundaries for yourself and communicate any issues you have ✨ and if it's the worst, at least you get some good stories to tell later

[jackass-jones]

Sometimes if I’ve gotten done with a therapy appointment my dad will ask what we talked about and it’s like. Girl who do you think 🤨

[running-in-the-dark]

I wanted to sketch a little (since I'm still too dizzy/whatever to paint), so I started looking through my Leverage screenshots, and damn why do I have like. 5000 😬 that doesn't even include the first two seasons, or Redemption (I've got 2000 for that already)

anyway, instead of drawing I'm sorting those screenshots now. initially the plan was to do that after each episode, which.. would have been easier. but of course that didn't happen. anyway, sorting things is fun so I don't mind.

[kookooluvr]

MADE OF HONOR | JJK (fic announcement)

you gained a lot from university; a law degree catching dust in your attic, countless arguments with your roommate about laundry schedules, and a best friend whose biggest fear in life is commitment. in essence, jungkook's world gets flipped upside down when you take a trip to london and he finally realizes his feelings for you...only to find out you've come back with a fiancé.

pairing: jungkook x (fem) reader x namjoon

genre: fluff, angst, smut, f2l au, love triangle au, bestfriend!jungkook, fuckboy!jungkook, baker!reader, photographer!namjoon

rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

w/c: tbc

warnings: tbc

a/n: my first one-shot woop woop !!!! i'm soooo excited to share this one with you guys because moh!jk is a menace and namjoon makes me swoon 😩😩 i didn't want to give too much away with the teaser so it's just jk and oc's meet cute (my namjoonie isn't in the picture yet). pleeease let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist and i hope you are as excited as i am !! love you cuties 🫶🏼

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[Teaser]

It's Halloween night on campus, which means three things: a really loud, obnoxious party filled with really loud, obnoxious people, drunk hookups that no one will remember in the morning, and you've locked yourself in your room to avoid all of the above.

The entire university is pulsating with the energy of drunk frat boys in capes, girls dressed in skimpy lingerie calling it their costume, and at least three professors who are far too old to be dressed up amongst the students. You, however, are in your true element: a large hoodie, fuzzy socks, a half-eaten Snickers bar on your nightstand, and a thick law textbook open in front of you.

Parties aren't your thing. You'd rather be sued than make small talk with a guy dressed as a ketchup bottle. While your roommate, Jieun, spent hours hot-gluing rhinestones onto her platform space boots for her "sexy astronaut" outfit, you politely declined all invitations and instead declared war on your midterm readings. The only spooky thing in your life right now is the growing realization that you don't actually want to be a lawyer, the thought that you'll probably die single, and knowing you'll be buried in student debt by the time you graduate.

And honestly? That's still more appealing than the campus party.

You take a break from studying around 2am and finally decide to turn off the light and get some rest.

Until the door of your dorm room creaks open.

You pause, blinking your eyes open in the darkness of your room. Maybe Jieun forgot her phone. Maybe she brought back a stray alien from the party. Either way, you don't move, not until the unmistakable dip of the mattress under your legs almost sends your soul flying from your body.

Someone just climbed into your bed.

Your eyes widen to the size of saucers, your heart racing in your chest. It's pitch black, the only light coming from the little slit under the door.

"Jieunieee," the voice whispers, smooth and far too seductive. "Are you ready for the best dick of your life?"

That's it.

You scream as loud as you can, springing straight up. You grab the bottle of Channel perfume on your nightstand and spray it directly into his eyes.

"AHHH—WHAT THE F—!"

The stranger falls out of your bed with a loud thud, hitting the floor dramatically like he's been shot in a Western.

"What the hell?!" he groans, writhing on the floor with a hand covering his eyes and the other holding his head. "You maced me!"

"That was perfume!" you yell, feeling your heart in your throat, the perfume clutched tightly in your hand, holding it out in case you have to spray him again. "And why are you in my bed, you psychopath?!"

"I was looking for Jieun!"

"You can't just crawl into beds like a raccoon in the night!"

"I thought this was her bed!"

"Do I sound like Jieun?!"

He blinks rapidly on the floor, his voice strained through his agony. "I don't know, it's dark and I was promised a sexy astronaut!"

You switch on the bedside lamp with the force of a woman ready to kill.

And there he is.

Black leather pants. Tight black shirt. Fake bruises and cuts on his face, presumably made with makeup. An eyebrow piercing. Messy hair. Ridiculously attractive even while clutching at his eyes like he's just been gassed in battle.

Your brain fills in the blanks before he even says it.

"You're Jeon Jungkook, aren't you?"

He lowers his hand just enough to smirk at you. "And you're ___. The infamous roommate l've heard so much about."

You sigh, flopping back against your headboard in disbelief. "Of course she's hooking up with you of all people."

Jungkook is a campus legend. The boy whose reputation includes at least two streaking incidents, three girls who dropped out of the university due to their heartbreak, and a tongue that's done unspeakable things according to the word on the street.

And now he's on your floor, still very much looking like the kind of man your mother warned you about even after being sprayed in the eyes with perfume.

He sits up, rubbing his eyes. "For the record, l've had a lot of entrances, but that was definitely my worst."

"You scared the crap out of me!" you exclaim, tossing your pillow at him. "Who just walks into a dorm and climbs into an unfamiliar bed?!"

"I didn't walk," he scoffs, catching the pillow with an insufferable grin. "I strode."

You glare at him.

He grins wider. "Come on, that was funny!"

"You have a concussion, don't you?"

He wipes his eyes with the heels of his palms, settling on the edge of your bed. "Honestly? If you weren't so terrifying, I'd be impressed."

"Excuse me?"

"You're terrifying," he deadpans. "You sprayed me in the eyes and insulted me all within five minutes. That's worse than most of my Tinder dates. Not by much, but still."

You fold your arms over your chest, raising an eyebrow at him. "Maybe don't go crawling into beds with strangers."

"Technically, you're the stranger," he quips, pointing a finger at you. "And you've maced and verbally abused me. That's a lot for a first impression."

You sigh, rolling your eyes. "Unbelievable. Are you always this irritating?"

"I like to think of myself as…persistently charming," he smiles.

You give him a dry look, your eyes narrowing. "You're the human equivalent of an unsolicited dick pic."

"Oof," he winces, placing his hand over his heart. "Okay, that one hurt. But also...kinda hot that you're this mean."

You blink at him. "Do girls actually fall for this crap?"

"Usually," he shrugs.

"Well, congratulations," you scoff. "You've officially found the girl who's immune to your bullshit."

He holds up his hands in surrender, laughing softly. "Okay, you've made your point. I'm sorry I invaded your bed. I didn't mean to scare you like that. I apologize."

Your face softens ever so slightly, giving him a curt nod. "Thank you."

"But also," he adds, leaning back on his hands, "you're hilarious. And clearly not afraid to defend your space. We should be friends."

You stare at him. "What?"

"Friends," he repeats, like it's the most natural thing in the world. "You and me. I'm serious."

You narrow your eyes once more. "You literally came here to hook up with my roommate."

"Which clearly isn't happening anymore," he sighs, lounging on your bed like he's at the beach. "But now l've met you. And I like you."

You scoff. "You don't know me."

"I know you don't care about going to a hot party and hooking up on Halloween night, and would absolutely tase someone if you had the chance. Right?"

You pause. That...is not incorrect.

"I also know that girls like you usually avoid guys like me. Which is fair. But still.." He swings his legs off the bed, standing up. "I want to be friends."

"Why would we do that?" you ask, genuinely curious.

He grins. "Because you're the first girl who's actually told me I'm full of shit to my face."

You open your mouth, then close it again, and he takes that as a win.

"Anyway, I'll see you around," he smiles, walking toward the door. "If Jieun asks, tell her I tested positive for an STD or something."

You roll your eyes. "Get out!"

He's halfway out when he turns back and winks.

"Nice meeting you, ___."

"Likewise, Satan," you grumble, gesturing for him to shut the door.

He laughs, loud and boyish, and disappears down the hall. And just like that, your quiet Halloween night turned into something totally unexpected.

You met Jeon Jungkook. And he wants to be your friend.

God help you.

[hozier-self-titled]

The highlight of my day is going to a yr 8 geography lesson my life is so exciting 😭

[seb-bubblegum]

Drabble where Bucky and Reader have sex for the first time and he’s praising her for taking all of him? 😭😩

“Oh, baby…” Bucky’s eyes squeeze shut, his head falling onto your shoulder as he buries himself inside of your sweet little pussy for the first time. It was a feeling like no other, and all he wanted was to stay buried in you until the sun came up. “That’s it—fuck.” A groan escapes his lips as he lifts his head to look at you, immediately taking note of the fucked out expression already forming on your face.

“You took all of me, just like I knew you would.” His voice is darker now, raspier than you’ve ever heard it, and you know he’s already lost in the feeling of you. He doesn’t dare move until you tell him to, silently asking for permission with pleading eyes. “Buck, please move.” You nearly whine underneath him, wrapping your legs around him to hold him tightly in place.

You never thought you’d get used to his size, but with the help of his earlier preparation, you felt like you were finally ready for him to move, and he did. He smirks down at you as he hears the neediness in your voice, moving ever so slowly as if to tease you. “This what you wanted, my pretty girl?” You nod eagerly in response, your nails digging into his back as he sets a rhythmic pace.

“Shiiit, such a good girl.” He kisses along your jaw and neck, earning your precious moans and whimpers. “So good for me, baby.” His breathing turns ragged as he moves even faster, chasing after his own release. “Doin’ so good, just wanna stay wrapped in you all night.”

okay soooo i was only going to write a small paragraph for this but i got carried away 😭😭 i am not a writer by any means, this was written on my phone & probably full of mistakes but it’s all in good fun

i wasn’t expecting to get an ask so soon but i am NOT complaining. ty to the sender !!! anyway we’ll see how this does (if anyone sees it at all) 💗

[lazyjellyfish300]

I'M BLUSHIN IN THIS DAIRY QUEEN 💕💕💕😩😩😩

Pairing: Latina! Fem Reader x Nanami Kento (they're in their 20's)

WC: 3.3K

CW: Fluff. It's a meet-cute after all.

Summary: You travel to Japan after finishing school. You're homesick and journey to find tacos, as they're your reminder of home. You get lost, and the dashing Nanami Kento is there to help you. Soon, your worlds collide and it becomes a memorable meet-cute.

Note: I made an honest effort with the accents and the Spanish language. If you see an error, no you didn't. <3

Dividers from @/saradika-graphics

You recently graduated from university. From the minute you walked that stage, you wanted to live on your terms; you chose to study the degree of choice, despite the protests from your family. “Que vas hacer con tu vida?” or “Hace lo que te de la gana” were the common phrases you heard within days of having your diploma in hand. It would sting your heart, but at the same time, you’re in your 20’s. The best days of your life are ahead of you.

While you were in school, you took a number of odd jobs to have money for food, coffee, or textbooks. Whatever money you had leftover, you would put it in the “Japan Savings” jar. Unfortunately for you, you took a little longer to finish your degree than most of your peers, but the silver lining is that you had two extra years to save for your trip. Your mom told you that you’re out of your mind when you told her that you’re going to Japan. “Y con permiso de quien?” You gave her a look that you swore screamed “redrum”, but she knew that she couldn’t hold you back from doing what you wanted. “Bueno, ve a ver a tu Naruto o lo que quieras. Yo no te voy a impedir.”

Just like that, you were on a plane to Japan. You couldn’t sleep during the long flight. Your best friend who had gone the year prior told you where to start your trip. They warned you in advance that Tokyo might be overwhelming for your anxious heart, so they told you to land in Tokyo, but make your way towards Osaka or Kyoto. You had no idea what to expect from this trip. There was an excitement for new experiences, an understanding of a different culture outside of yours, and most of all, just have that adventure you worked so hard for. 

You spent time in Osaka for a few days, absorbing the sights like a sponge. You read that Osaka was more down to Earth and it was also known for its food. You tried okonomiyaki and takoyaki at Shinsekei. The sights felt nostalgic to you from reading the history of the place, but above all, you’re pleased with the texture and flavours. You embrace how food connects you to the culture and it made you want to attempt to talk to people. You carried cards in your bag that had phrases that would be helpful like “where is the nearest washroom?”, “which direction towards the train station?”, and “i’m allergic to shellfish.” You spoke to locals with the very little Japanese you knew, but there was still a certain disconnect that you felt. You wonder if what you’re feeling is loneliness, as you have no one to share this adventure with. However, you march on as you still have a whole journey ahead of you. 

After 4 days in Osaka, you move towards Kyoto to visit the temples. You’re not typically a praying person, but you felt it appropriate to pray towards something. There was a calm in the air whenever you took a step. Yet, that lingering emotion you felt in Osaka followed you here. You didn’t know if you should pray to meet someone or really pray to find a job immediately when you get back home. It wouldn’t hurt to meet someone, but at the same time you didn’t travel thousands of miles to find love. You just didn’t anticipate to feel lonely throughout this trip. 

At the rate you progressed, a week had gone by. You ate various noodle dishes, sushi, and the onigiri from the convenience store; you felt homesick. You long to taste something familiar to home, but you have no idea if you’ll find it here. Your travels through two cities felt easy compared to your time in Tokyo. However, the idea that you must have something familiar to home grew like a weed in a garden.  

Using your phone, you made the choice to search for tacos. You felt silly, but you knew this is what would comfort you and make you feel better. Searching and scouring the internet for 2 hours, you decided on place. After resting comfortably in your lodge, you went out that evening looking for home. The only problem, you’re not good with directions sometimes.

You made your way to Shinjuku, but you were walking in circles. What you didn’t notice as you walked around was that you had caught the attention of a blonde. You weren’t aware of him because your stomach grumbled as you kept running in circles to find this location. After maybe the third time walking to the samep place, the blonde couldn’t ignore you any longer. You clumsily bumped into someone as you weren’t looking up. When you felt the thud against your chest, you apologize and bow your head, when you look up. 

He knows right away that you’re a foreigner, so he asks you, “are you alright?” 

“Y..yeah…i’m sorry about that. I should’ve been paying attention.” you shyly say. You start your circular journey again when he interjects, “Do you need help getting somewhere?” 

Your face beams up as you look at him, “Yes, I do! Wait, I apologize for being so excited. You’re just…nevermind! I’m actually looking for…a taco spot.” 

His brows furrow, looking at you as if you’re telling him a lie. “That’s not possible to find that here.” 

You proceed to frown at him and show him your phone. “This is what i’m trying to find. Can you please help me find it, or I’ll be moving on.”

He notices a switch in your temperament and is quick to apologize. “I’m sorry about that, it wasn’t meant to sound accusatory. I just never really had…tacos.” 

“Well, if you help me find the place, it’ll be my treat.” You look at him with earnest eyes. “I’m sorry about my tone, sometimes… I can have a short fuse.” 

There is something refreshing in the way you act. It’s not everyday that he runs into someone who is immediately very bubbly, but also with a temper of a firecracker. There’s a small curve that develops on his lips. You notice it right away. 

“Is…that okay? If not, you can just point me in the right direction and…”

“It’s fine, i’ll just take you there. Besides, I guess I could eat”, he cuts you off.

You giggle and wait for him to assess in which direction you’re going to walk in. He hears you, and it tugs at his heartstrings. “Is she usually this bubby?”, he thought.

He motions to walk in a specific direction, and you follow. You observe that he’s very tall in contrast with your height. You try to keep up with his pace, but you fall behind. “Excuse me, but could you slow down, please?” He quickly notices that you’re trailing behind him. “Oh, my apologies.” 

“I know you’re probably eager to get away from me, but could you at least wait till we get our food?” 

“That’s preposterous. I wouldn’t be walking you to your location if I didn’t want to”, he retorts.

“Oh, sorry”, you suddenly tense up and remain quiet. 

“No, I just felt I had to defend myself…”, he stumbles on his words.

“Could…we start over? We never even introduced ourselves and it’s just two strangers struggling here.” You stop walking and look at him. You tell him your name and extend your hand.

He bows out of politeness and extends his hand to you. “Nanami Kento, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

His handshake is firm and you try to match yours. Due to the lack of human contact on your trip, there is a blush that develops. He is quick to notice it, but tries to not give attention to it to further avoid any mishaps between the two of you. 

“So why do you want eat tacos?” he asks.

“Long, story short, I’m really homesick. I felt if I ate the food i’m familiar with, it would make me feel less of that. I know i’m going home soon…but.” 

“Oh? How long have you been here?”

“Well last week I was in Osaka, then moved towards Kyoto. I’m finishing the trip in Tokyo to make it easier on myself to go home.” 

He takes a moment to process what you just told him. People come and go all the time to Japan, but it’s not often that he gets to interact with a tourist. At this moment, he is enjoying your company. He just had a long day at work. He can tell by the way you open up to him that you’re not afraid to tell him about yourself. He’s hopeful that he can continue to keep talking to you. 

“I see. What do you plan on doing during the last leg of your trip?” he questions.

“Well, I know there’s Tokyo Tower, which reminds me of this anime I grew up watching, and…maybe walk around Shibuya. I didn’t really plan this last part out well, if I’m honest.”

“Oh, which anime?” 

“Promise not to laugh at me?” you ask with a giggle.

He chuckles. “I promise.” 

You mumble, “Sailor Moon.”

“I’m sorry, what was that?” he asks.

“Sailor Moon. There, I said it.” Your face feels hot suddenly, as he looks at you. You can feel his gaze on you as you try to look away. 

“Ah, I see. I didn’t watch that growing up.” he says flatly.

“It’s not for everyone” you shrug. 

There is a silence that now looms between the two of you. Suddenly, you smell something familiar. You smell grilled meats and onions. There is no doubt in your mind that you’re close. 

“We are close!” you state.

“How could you know?” he asks you.

“I recognize this smell. It reminds me of a place near my block at home. It really does feel like home a little,” you express with joy. You’re smiling now and he can’t really ignore it. He wonders what he could say or ask that will make you smile like that again.

You reach the location. When you enter, your eyes light up. You notice that the menu is in a language that you recognize: Spanish. Interestingly, the menu has it in both Spanish and Japanese. You feel your heart light up as you feel a small pocket of home here in Japan. Nanami does take notice of how your face changed. You quickly go up to the counter and he soon follows.

“You can get whatever you want, like I said, it’s my treat.” You beam up at him.

He just looks at you, unsure of what to get. You boldly take his hand and guide him what to get. Your heart starts to race, but you try remain confident. “Well, you could get the asada, it’s a good safe choice, but suadero is really good! OOH! You could get carnitas.” He sees stars in your eyes, but it doesn’t answer his question on what he should get. You attempt to let go of his hand, but his grip tightens as you attempt to let go.

“Oh…I wasn’t sure you’d like that.” 

“It…doesn’t bother me.” he expresses.

The person at the counter starts to speak in Japanese, assuming that Nanami was going to place the order, but then you interject in Spanish. 

“Buenas noches, podría ordenar…” 

Suddenly, the man at the grill looks over and starts talking “Hablas Español?”

“ !Si! Bueno, no a lo máximo, pero lo que yo pueda!” 

“¿De dónde eres?”

You tell him shortly where you’re from, and he' s all smiles at this point. “¡Qué bueno! ¿Qué te gusta hoy?” 

“Me comería todo aquí. Voy a ordenar cinco tacos. 1 de asada, 1 de suadero, y 3 de carnitas.” You turn around and Nanami just looks lost. He continues to notice how you beam and smile. The man switches to Japanese, and you see a look of relief on Nanami’s face. They seem to be having a conversation, and you have no idea what they’re really saying. The mood changes when Nanami begins to laugh. It’s a deep laugh, and then you notice they’re looking at you. You turn to look at Nanami with a slight frown, and he just smiles at you. “I’m not laughing at you, but we are talking about how I ended up here and met you.” 

“Oh.” There’s that warmth on your face again. It’s kind of difficult to hide now in the well-lit room. Nanami completes his order, and just as you’re taking out your wallet, his arm extends out in front of you.

“Hey! I said I was going to get it!”

“Nonsense, it’s not very polite for a lady to pay.” 

You shrug and start to walk towards the grill. There’s a comfort in watching someone prepare your food, as it’s familiar to something you know. 

“¿Dónde aprendiste a hablar Español?

“En un pueblo en México. De ahí es donde aprendí cómo preparar tacos y decidí abrir mi propia taqueria.” 

“¡Qué bueno! Me da felicidad verte. Nunca creí que iba a encontrar un lugar así.” 

He goes on to explain that there are a lot of tourists that come from various places, but a lot of them have that same sentiment that you do when they want to have something familiar or that reminds them of home. You feel comfort in knowing that you’re not alone. He hands your food over and you start to walk towards a table. Nanami follows after you. You decide to sit outside on a bench. 

At this point, Nanami watches how you prepare your tacos. You like to pinch the lime all over them and proceed to add your salsa generously. 

“You can just sprinkle the lime and then you can just add the salsa to your heart’s content.” 

You take a big bite before you realize that there’s a man sitting in front of you. 

“Oh shit! I mean, crap. Sorry, I didn’t mean to let you see that side of me.” You quickly grab a napkin to wipe your face. 

He chuckles again, “It’s okay, you really must be hungry.” 

“Is it that obvious?”

“Well, yes. It makes sense. Without me, you’d be lost.” 

“Hey! And without me, you wouldn’t have known about this place. Remember, you didn’t even think it could exist.” 

“That 's true.”

You proceed to eat in silence, but this time, you try to be mindful of the fact that you cannot inhale your food. You feel self-conscious that a man is looking at you. Your bites get smaller to show him that you can be a lady. 

He observe a change in your behaviour, so he decides to be bold and eat his taco in one bite. You suddenly start to laugh.

“Why did you do that?” you question him.

“I’ll be honest, I'm just as hungry too. Besides, eating with your hands is never meant to be neat.” He eats another in a single bite.

“I never expected you to be able to eat in one bite.” 

“I just don’t do it often,” he states.

There is an air of silence as you eat. You fret that your night with him is coming to an end. You assume that you’ll likely part ways after your meal. 

“What are you going to do after this?” he asks. 

You look at the time. It’s 9 pm. “I’m not sure, probably head back to the hotel I'm staying at.” 

“If you don’t mind, I'd like to walk you there.” 

He also feels a sense of wanting to keep trying to talk to you. He is often very methodical in what he has to say, but you bring out something in him that makes it difficult to think about everything he has to say.  Although, right now, he is enjoying being playful with you. 

“Do you feel less homesick right now?” he quizzes.

“I do, actually. Although, most importantly, I feel less lonely. This is the most I've spoken to anyone on this trip.”

“Really?” he ponders.

“I could’ve easily called my parents, but my mom can be overbearing, so the most I do is send her a quick message where I’m at, and then she leaves me alone. I’d really rather have the space to think about my next steps.” 

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I just finished school and then I used my earnings to come all the way over here.” 

“Ah, I see. So this is a reward for you?” 

“It is. I felt it was in my best interest now to come explore here, and then when I get back I could focus on finding a job.” 

“Do you know what line of work you want to get into?”

“Not really. I’ve never seen myself as a corporate person, if I had to be honest.” 

There’s a slight change in his expressions. “He’s wearing a suit, so he might be a businessman”, you think to yourself. “I’m sorry, I wasn't trying to insult your profession. I just feel very…lost right now.”

“No, no. I understand. I didn’t have much of a choice in my career track. I just went and studied business and economics, then just got a job at some corporation. To be honest, sometimes it feels grueling.” 

“I’m sorry, that sounds challenging.” You’re sympathetic , but you cannot connect with him further as you feel you’re yet to have a real job like he does.

“This is actually the first time I’m able to talk about it. I was pushed to get on this track to study this degree and get this job. I was told that I'd be happy. Sometimes I feel miserable.” 

“Well, if you could choose to do anything you want, what would it be?”

“If I really had an option, it would be to operate my own bakery.”

“I think that sounds wonderful. I know a thing or two about baking, but I'm not the greatest sometimes.” 

“You bake too?” 

“Yeah, from time to time, when I'm allowed in the kitchen.” 

Your conversation continued to the point when the shop began to close. “We should leave”, you motion towards the street.

You clear the trash and start walking towards the street. “Hey, wait for me.” he scolds you.

He walks alongside you as you stroll back to your hotel. You’re walking slower than usual as you don’t want this night to end. He matches your pace, but he knows that he can change the trajectory of your trip without hesitation.

The sights start to look familiar and you fret about your meeting with this man.

“Well, Nanami, this was really nice. Thank you for dinner earlier.”

“It’s Kento, you can just call me that instead.”

You two look at each other and stare in silence. 

“Well, good-bye then.” you start to walk inside. “Wait, actually, there’s something I wanted to ask you,” he boldly blurts out.

“Yeah?” you stare at him.

“About Tokyo Tower, if you’d like, I could take you and maybe, do a repeat of tonight.” 

He sees stars in your eyes as you smile earth to earth. “I’d love that.” You turn around and walk towards him. You tippy toe yourself to find his cheek, but you stumble, and your lips stumble to find the corner of his lips. You are mortified.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t trying to do that, I was actually going for your cheek.” Your face is in pain.

He says nothing and leans down to press the softest kiss on your lips. He often isn’t this bold, but this is something new; he doesn’t know where it will end, but he knows that right now, you do make him feel excited. 

“I’ll meet you here at 6 pm.” he says cooly. “Don’t be late.” 

“I won’t.” 

Suddenly, you don’t want this trip to end.

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I have such a big thigh ride/thigh job kink- like Sam will just be reading a book and you'll be a whimpering mess in his lap and he just nudges his thigh up and down- maybe a little bit of anxiety? But you love him just as much for all him 😩 he whispers sweet praises and tells you how you'll soak his thighs like AAAA

omg i’m not even a sam girly but i’m twirling my hair and kicking my feet at this 🫡 this accidentally turned into a mini drabble idek i love thigh riding lol anyway 18+ pls <3

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sam’s researching for a case and you’re all needy because he’s been out all day, leaving you alone back at the motel. dean’s gone out for a beer at the local dive, finally giving you and sam some time alone. but sam is just soooo busy. “c’mon, this case is important. can’t you wait?”

but your constant whining and fidgeting is so distracting, pulling his thoughts away from the lore books entirely, which causes him to finally break. “fine. c’mere, baby.”

sam lets you slip onto his thighs, your body cuddling up against his firm torso, your core pressing against his thigh muscle, trapped under his rough denim jeans.

your little fidgeting movements placate the aching between your legs, helping you find relief and pleasure. sam tries not to notice the grinding against his leg, but he’s just a man. his dick twitches in his boxers, and a smirk graces his face.

he starts bouncing his leg a little for you, helping your movements. as louder moans and whimpers tumble out of your mouth from his physical encouragement, he can’t help but praise you. you’re just too sweet. “there we go. is that helping, angel? you’re doing so good. keep going. you feel so warm, baby. gonna soak my leg at this rate.”

andddd you do. and then again, and again, and again, but around his cock when he finally gets you under him on the motel bed, helping you out like a good boyfriend should.

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i have a prompt hehe it’s jenson x seb x kimi x reader. jenson convinces reader to wear a vibrator, but then seb and kimi find out and soon they’re tossing the remote between the three of them and not giving her a break, even in public 😩😩😩 she tries to grab it from one but he tosses it to someone else and she’s soooo overstimulated. shaky legs, tears, permanently hard nipples.

but of course she loves it too. maybe even lewis gets in on it later ;)

jenson button + sebastian vettel + kimi raikkonen with a small dash of lewis hamilton (set: 2012-ish era) - complete

i do accept prompts besides the bakery menu, the menu is there to help people figure out what they want a little easier! but, if you have an idea burning away in your brain and you want someone to write it. then hit me up! i'd love to write it for you!!

cw: smut/pwp, sex toys, needy!reader, over stimulation, crying kink, free use, groping, dirty talk, jealous!kimi, reporter!reader

this started with sebastian's cunning smile. with you on your back in his hotel room and your legs spread for him. the skirt you wore was on the on the floor and your nipples poked through the tight t-shirt you wore.

"you're going to be good for us, right?"

you nodded. sick desires often meant sick solutions. and you were happy to give these men anything they wanted. they could each have their own pretty model on their arm, but according to them, they can be rather prude.

however, the little reporter who seemed to get under their skin perfectly, was great to shove a toy in and have a little fun. and when sebastian got it between your thighs, secure in your pretty cunt. you held onto the covers a little as he thrusted it in and out for you a few times for extra measure.

he then tapped your cheek and waved the remote in your face, "today you're ours, right?" and you looked up at him, with a soft nod you signed over your fate. you'd be a good girl with three of the most powerful men in formula one.

it started normal. once you were in the media area you could feel the familiar weight of the toy inside of you. your pussy clenched around it as you walked around the paddock. you were all smiles like nothing was wrong.

you were surprised that the men were being so well behaved. but when you started to get curious, as part of the job. that was when the trouble started. you were too close to sebastian's car. while you tried to keep your glances from being too nosy, he could tell right away what you were doing. and when the toy started you felt a tremble in your knees as you tried not moan out loud.

you could feel the vibrations in your teeth. sebastian came closer and put his hands on your pretty clothed tits. he palmed them heavily when no one was watching.

"there she is. our little reporter." he chuckled as his fingers teased your nipples and you bit back a loud moan. he was always so rough with you, his hard cock poked your lower back. you were certain if he fucked you over the hood of the car it would probably be less stimulating than what you were feeling at that moment.

you felt hot all over, wishing you could strip yourself of your clothes. but wouldn't the be a scandal? you'd be stripped of all of your media passes and your job. but, you were certain that the three men who had a grasp on you would love that. if you went from reporter to pet. instead of asking the questions, you'd be on your knees. hard to ask for anything with thick cock in your mouth.

"you look so good." he chuckled as he continued to grope you. you held onto his strong forearms and felt the heat thrum in your body. it almost took it all of you to not topple over.

"seb." you swallowed. the vibrations made you shudder."

"aw, don't get upset there, beautiful." he said as he yanked at your hard nipples, "if i let you off early, then the others will get mad. and you don't want to see jenson all mad, right?"

you didn't last long. you never did. that was what made you so popular, any stimulation left you feeling like a live wire. you continued to grip onto sebastian as the toy continued to feel alive inside of you.

you quickly came and you almost ended up bent over the car. your cheeks felt like they were stained pink as you used the car for leverage. your legs were trembling, but you kept yourself upright. sebastian groped your ass one last time before he said, "don't get too nosy, schatz." he ran his fingers through your hair.

"seb.. please."

you wanted that damn remote, you felt like they loss privileges to freely use you. but before you could collect yourself, sebastian was whistling to himself as he left the area. acting like he wasn't hard.

the toy died between your legs and you felt able to continue with your day. even if the sun on your back felt more oppressive. and your nipples were sore under your top from sebastian's abuse on them.

"someone looks a little red." you heard lewis said.

"oh you know, it's just the weather. plus the plane ride here was hell, so it's just so much." you smiled at him as if the steady weight of a vibrator wasn't between your legs not knowing who the remote was with.

but that wouldn't be a mystery for long.

the toy started and you could feel kimi's gaze on your back. you reached for lewis to steady yourself, but made it seem like it was simply a friendly pat on the back.

lewis could feel kimi's gaze too, and looked down at you. he held his smile as he said, "is everything alright, seriously?"

you nodded, even though your body was heated once more. even though the mess between your legs felt soaked. and the toy nudged against your g-spot and it made you unsteady once more. you found your words as you said, "oh yeah, just a little too much sun." then flashed him a smile before you could hear the heavy steps of kimi's stride and his hand on your lower back.

"lewis, what are you doing with our little reporter. she was work to do." and you felt yourself cling to kimi a little harder. your knees felt like jelly as you held onto him.

lewis looked at you then kimi, "kimi, i'd be careful about getting too close to a reporter. you don't want her writing a hit piece on you." he laughed. even though you were certain that you were playing it off cool, lewis knew that kimi had you wrapped around his fingers. he was curious about how he was making you tremble so beautifully.

"of course, lewis." he chuckled, "but i don't think that she's that much of a troublemaker. don't you think, lewis."

you tried to keep eye contact with lewis but held onto kimi while the toy rumbled in your soaked cunt. lewis laughed and slapped the other man on the shoulder. he knew something that up, he could see it in your glassy eyes.

lewis turned away to go back to what he was doing. and you were almost on your knees. if it weren't for kimi's support on you. he held to you tightly and watched you shiver. with his hand in his pocket and held onto the remote. he watched your movements.

"don't stray off too far." kimi said, "remember, you belong to us. you're ours. no need to get too involved with anyone else." his other hand reached for your ass and you felt like you could easily pass out from the heated lust in your brain.

damn sebastian, damn kimi and damn jenson.

his hand groped your ass while you clung to him tightly. and his praise filled your brain, "good girl. see. you can be good for us."

you nodded pathetically and kimi placed a hot kiss onto your lips. you then came once more, and you had to hold onto kimi for support. your nose into his chest as you tried to keep yourself upright as you felt the after shivers of orgasm. you almost cried and when you looked up at kimi you had a few stray tears in your eyes.

kimi wiped them away and licked his thumb to taste your tears. he chuckled, "aw, so lovely. you look pretty when you cry." then combed his fingers through your hair.

when kimi left, you realized that he still had the remote in his hand. and while he kept in on for a little while longer which made you cling to the edge of a wall to keep some form of balance before the toy came to a stop and you could get some relief.

you panted heavily and tried to compose yourself before you attempted to go back to work. but the vibrations continued, sporadically. it left you digging your nails into your palms as you tried to go about your day.

you tried to ask kimi for the remote, but he didn't have it. instead he ruffled your hair and told you that couldn't help you. and sebastian didn't have it. so that meant one thing, jenson had it.

"jenson." you said as you reached for him. your hands into his racing jacket anf your face up against it. you whimpered as the vibrator continued to buzz between your thighs. you were heated and panting, "take it out. please. i can't work like this."

jenson took you by the behind and rubbed his hard cock up against your front. you tried to squirm out of his grasp. you whimpered and put your face into his chest. the vibrators could be felt in the back of your throat.

"oh.. i don't want to. you're a lot better like this." he said as he held onto your hip, only adding to the bruises that the other men left on you. you were a free use slut for their liking, "i like you better this way, you get into less trouble."

"jenson." you panted quietly as he groped your soft hips. he loved the fat on them, you were just so soft under his touch. so easy to bruise. you trembled against him and whimpered a little louder then with the other men. everything felt on high alert in your body.

he loved this.

you came for a final time, and you ended up on your knees. your hands planted on the concrete floor and you looked up at jenson with big tears in your eyes.

"please, jenson... i can't take anymore." you said pathetically. and if jenson had more time, he couldn't bruised that pretty throat of yours. but that would have to wait till tonight.

"i can't do that. not when you're so pretty. especially on your knees." he tapped your chin and could see the lack of focus in your gaze. dumb little girl.

he chuckled and pushed the hair out of your face. the vibrations died down once more. he left you like the others did when they made you cum, you didn't even have the remote. and you needed to get somewhere to decompress yourself. you felt hot all over and your brain felt over stimulated. being free use between these men was a bad idea. but you loved it.

it was a sick little obsession that made you feel hot in all the best ways. to have you go about your day with the toy nudged into your sweet pussy.

you were seated, thankful that the toy was turned off now. you panted heavily off to the side and pushed your hair out of your eyes. your cunt still kept the toy snug inside of you. the weight of it was almost comforting, but at least it was nice to not have it constantly buzz inside of you.

"thank fuck." you said to yourself, but then lurched forward to hold onto your knees. your eyes squeezed shut and you clenched onto your knees. you let out a small moan, and when you opened your eyes and looked up. it wasn't kimi, it wasn't jenson, it wasn't even the devil sebastian.

it was lewis hamilton who smiled at you with the remote in hand. he slowly turned up the volume and you were practically trembling like a leaf. you swallowed and said, "please."

he tapped you on top of the head with the remote and chuckled, "oh, you didn't complain when the others used you. why start now? at least if you give me what i want. you can get yours soon after." then put the remote down to get his cock out of his pants.

and you had no choice, hair out of your face and eyes closed. you went to work. you promised to be good after all. <3

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✩Attitude problem✩

A/N: ty ty for requesting! I loved writing this actually 🤭

Warnings: swearing 😩

Fluff⭐☁

Saja Boys x Reader!

Request: Saja x s/o reader who has an attitude problem!

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➳Jinu

-oh, he setting your ass straight 😭

-Jinu actually has no time for your rude face expressions/remarks

-he has that mom look that says 'calm down before I calm you down myself'

-but this is only if HE is the one getting attitude

-sometimes, sure if it's towards another person, he'll care a little

-like maybe tell you once not to pull a face or say something that'll start a fight

-but that's it, after that. Be all the bitchy you want to that person lol

➳Abby

-oh he is asking for it

-no literally, he thinks it is soooo adorable when you roll your eyes or give him a look

-Abby doesn't really care that you have an attitude issue, it's more of how much can he piss you off

-but what's not cute is when you're giving attitude to another person

-that's when he knows that person is bothering you and will kill them

-he has nothing against you pulling your face because it's literally who you are😭💗

➳Romance

-y'all are on the same level of everything

-CRAZY ATTITUDE THIS ONE

-most of the faces you pull are probably because of Romance

-he's that person you look at when crazy shit happens. you just stare at each other silently like 'so, you seeing/hearing this or...?'

-loves loves LOVES that you're basically the same person in different fonts

-9 times out of 10, the attitude it's often towards each other tho

Romance :"Why do you have so much sass😒"

You: "BECAUSE I'M DATING YOU😊"

Romance: "EXCUSE ME-"

➳Mystery

-doesn't give a shit man

-do whatever you want with your face expressions as long as it isn't towards him

-he cannot control the fact that you are expressive but if it's at him🌚

-yeah, that's not happening. He WILL tell you to cut it out. IMMEDIATELY 😩

-mainly because he doesn't take that kinda disrespect. Like if you're pissed say it to his face.

-don't make silly expressions, come on now

-but you can't help it because Mystery says the most out of pocket things sometimes

➳Baby

-Ong this man doesn't take you seriously

-if you pull a face he has meme that'll match your face expression

-and HE WILL PULL IT OUT. "Look, that's you rn"

-he also has an attitude problem lowkey

-matches your energy immediately. Like if you roll your eyes, he will to. If you fold your arms and scoff. He will too. Monkey see monkey do type shi

-purposely says weird stuff to get a reaction out of you

-he also does this just so he can snap a picture ☹️

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[squidwardscranberryjuice]

"With his poetry, as he looks upon me with veneration and love, my heart settles. My mind calms. He returns his lips to mine, entwining much like our limbs, flesh upon flesh in an enticing, impassioned embrace.

“I don’t want you to wake up yet, moonflower. I want you to stay with me. You deserve this peace. And know that if you ever feel a warmth embracing you, if you ever feel a breeze on your skin, if you ever find a sudden bravery where there was only fear, that’s me helping you find your strength. Even if you don’t see me, I’ll always be with you.”"

Don't Let Me Wake Up

Summary: Vent fic ahead, mentions of chronic nightmares, angst filled, pmdd & depression driven, pure self-indulgence. A fic about dream manifestation, where I complete the dream the way I wanted it to be, where Matthew Patel holds me and reassures me of his love. Ended up involving more crying than anticipated.

It was all a dream. I knew it from the second I saw Matthew Patel on the television, playing his role in the Takes Off cartoon like I’m not even there. And don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm not happy to see him, but… he's still just a face on a screen. Like always.

No kissing. No hugging. No late night chats, no mundane activities. No moonlit walks or dancing with him barefoot in a field of golden flowers. Everyone else has dreams of their f/o…

So why not me?

The envy I feel overtakes me and I look away from the taunting screen. I’m happy for them, of course. But I wish I’d have dreams of my f/o. For comfort and love. To banish my chronic nightmares. Whenever I fail, even after trying so hard to dream of Matthew, there’s a horrible little wriggling part of my brain that says ‘see? He doesn’t like you. That’s why you can’t dream of him’.

And it’s silly. I know. But it’s real to me—the pain and heartbreak, the fears and sorrow. The joy and happy tears. The comfort and warmth from watching him be himself.

I just want him so badly.

“Moonflower,” I hear, and my gaze snaps back up. Matthew has stopped acting his role, and he's looking directly at the audience now.

Directly at me.

“Matthew?” I ask. “Turn around,” he says. 

My heart races. Is this a trick? What's behind me? Horrors beyond my imagination? Someone who wants to hurt me? Or even just something stupid and boring and mundane—I can't have another one of any of those dreams.

But I'm curious, and Matthew doesn't seem nervous. So I turn around. 

My heart rate skyrockets when I see Matthew Patel standing behind me. He's in a black waistcoat snug against his sides, a jet black tie tucked inside of it, matching form-fitting dress pants that make his legs look long and slender, shiny black shoes, and an off-white shirt with long sleeves. His eyes are upon mine, gaze soft, a smile gracing his lips. He outstretches his arms. 

“Sweet angel,” he coos, eyes glistening. “Come to me, my love.”

A single step towards one another, and I leap in his arms. He’s warm, tender, safe; he holds me with the perfect pressure to cuddle my racing heart.

“Oh my god, Matthew!” I call, nuzzling my face against his chest and neck. “I'm so happy to have you in my arms, moonflower!”

I breathe him in—cologne of sandalwood and teak, the slightest herbal scents and citrus notes, and a wafting subtle mint. He smells and feels even better than I could've imagined. So warm, so perfect, my face nestled in his neck; my body utterly melts.

“I can't believe you're here,” I say, holding him tight. “Believe it, angel. And here's something else you really wanted.”

He dances with me, swaying and turning me with him. The scenery changes as we move, from that nondescript building in front of a television, to a bright, sunny field of golden flowers. Matthew takes my hands in his. Broad fingers caress my knuckles as he leads me through the flowers, shoes forgotten, our toes digging into the soft soil and kicking up whirling petals.

He kisses each knuckle in reverence and devotion, every kiss lingering, every ghost of them settling upon my skin. Then Matthew runs a gentle hand across my hip. He pulls me in close and I hurry to lessen the gap. Anything to keep holding his warm, welcome hand. Anything to feel his body against mine.

Our gazes mingle in our gentle dance. I’m enthralled by his tender smile, his gorgeous face, his classic eyeliner and long bangs hovering over his right eye, leaving it to peak out when the wind hits it just right.

The scent of the flower field fills me—floral and sweet—as we dance under the cozy sunlight. The gentle turning calms me like much needed meditation. Our brief dance comes to an end. His hand leaves my hip and cups my face. I find that my usual clothes have been replaced by a black sundress that flows around him as we stop.

His soft thumb caresses my cheek. “My goddess. I can’t tell you how happy I am to be here with you.” “Oh, Matthew,” I say, breathless.

But more than happiness swells within me. I feel it creeping along my eyes in its burning wake. That envy. That heartbreak. That fear. All rushing through me, all threatening to pour from my eyes. Matthew’s glowing face, haloed in the light of the sun, drops as soon as it happens.

“Angel?” “I don’t understand. Why do I try so, SO hard to dream of you but it just never happens? I’m so sick of nightmares. I’m so sick of waiting.”

My voice cracks and I clench my lips together to prevent my tears from clawing out. But it’s too late; I can’t stop them. The moment the tears slip out of my grasp, Matthew pulls me into his arms, wrapping me up in his embrace. He leads me to the ground, sitting with me, gently swaying me.

“I got so upset I couldn’t even look at you yesterday,” I admit, hiccupping back my tears as he cradles me. “I’m so sorry, Matt, I’m not trying to be upset with you.” “No, angel,” he says, “don’t be sorry. I didn’t mean to do this. When I saw how hurt you were, it broke me. I want to be there for you. I want to be with you in your dreams so you don’t ever have nightmares again. I’m the one who’s sorry, moonflower. I never meant to hurt you.”

He pulls back to wipe my tears, his own eyes glistening in sorrow though his voice had stayed strong. His lips meet my wet cheeks, layering kiss after kiss as though trying to outnumber the tears that have fallen. But there is no dam strong enough to keep them at bay.

His words hurt. Because I know how much I blamed him for not showing up in my dreams. Because I know how much my brain tells me he must hate me because he’s never there, despite how badly I crave, despite how badly I desire and yearn and need.

His words hurt because I know I’ve hurt him.

“I wish I could promise you,” he says, voice soft and low, rumbling in his chest, “that I’ll be there in your dreams every single night. I wish it was that easy for you. But please, moonflower, please know that I love you. I love you so much. I never want to hurt you. I want to be there for you and protect you and love you. My sweet angel. Please know that. Please don’t let your mind tell you that I don’t love you. Because I love you more than anything.”

I sniffle as he wipes away more of my tears. Slowly, my composure returns, piecing itself back together under his guidance and comfort. In the tranquility of the flower field and the golden light, I try to return to the present. He’s here now. He’s here with me.

“I love you, too, Matt,” I say, voice still quivering but regaining strength. “I love you so much.” “Can I kiss you, my love?” “Please.”

And finally, after so many nights wondering if our love is real, so many nights spent battling nightmares on my own, Matthew takes my lips in his.

The heart pounding warmth I feel is like a jolt of new life. That kiss fills the cracks in my dam and fights off my doubt. His soft lips hold mine in their warmth and serenity. They brush along me and resettle. They break our liplock only to rejoin deeper, more impassioned.

One of my hands finds home in his hair and his do the same for me. Fingertips roll along my scalp, brushing back my hair, weaving through locks. My opposite hand rests across his chest, feeling his heartbeat slightly quickened. His lips gently spread mine so his tongue can dip inside.

The electrifying passion floods my body. I pull him down into the flowers, holding him atop me. My legs wrap around him in a plea to keep him close. I don’t ever want to let him go. I want to live in this dream for the rest of my life.

He releases my lips to place his forehead against mine. His face is lit up once again by the presence of his incredible smile. My palm strokes the gorgeous dark skin of his cheek and rolls along his beautiful neck until it settles once more on his chest.

“My angel,” he says softly, “I could be here with you forever.” “Matthew, my love. Please don’t let me wake up.”

I beg my own brain more than him. He kisses my forehead, then another affectionate peck upon the bridge of my nose. His elegant hand runs through my hair, spreading a few locks along the flowerbed. He picks one of the flowers and threads its green stem into my hair.

“I don’t want you to wake up yet, moonflower. I want you to stay with me. You deserve this peace. And know that if you ever feel a warmth embracing you, if you ever feel a breeze on your skin, if you ever find a sudden bravery where there was only fear, that’s me helping you find your strength. Even if you don’t see me, I’ll always be with you.”

With his poetry, as he looks upon me with veneration and love, my heart settles. My mind calms. He returns his lips to mine, entwining much like our limbs, flesh upon flesh in an enticing, impassioned embrace.

And I know that our love is real.