#I NEED TO GIVE HIM THE SOFT WARM HUG HE WILL NEVER ACTUALLY RECEIVE

[catboyidia]

… what if i just start fucking crying, huh?! is that what you want from me square enix?! you want me to fucking sob?! because i fucking will! you can’t do this to me! LOOK AT HIM!!! AAAAHDHDHDJJFJF

[nxuvillette]

“THERE’S A FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING”

LOSING YOUR VIRGINITY W/ TR MEN

synopsis: your first time is supposed to be special and with the right person. luckily, you have an amazing boyfriend who is willing to make that dream come true.

❥- including : manjiro (mikey) sano, ken (draken) ryuguji, baji keisuke, hanma shuji

❥- note : first tr post 👍🏻 i’m kinda nervous because these were a little longer than my last post but i hope y’all enjoy <3. reblogs are appreciated!!

content warnings: nsfw [17+], fem!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, virgin!reader, established relationship, virginity loss, praising, oral sex [f!receiving] (mikey , baji), fingering (draken , baji , hanma), finger sucking (baji), slight breeding kink (hanma), creampie (draken , hanma) use of pet names (baby , princess , babydoll , doll) multiple orgasms.

♡ MANJIRO (MIKEY) SANO

you and your boyfriend mikey had been together for a little while. he was nothing but kind to you, and you honestly trusted him more than anybody else that you knew. he was everything.

intimacy had never really crossed his mind before. sure, he knew sex was important, but it wasn’t something he necessarily saw as a necessity in your relationship. not to mention, you were a virgin. you knew things about sex and such, but you never acted upon those desires you had inside your head. mikey was also patient. he never really saw sex as something that had to be rushed. 

eventually, you reached that point after your one year anniversary that you were ready to lose it to him.

mikey honestly couldn’t believe that he did so little to you, yet you were a dripping mess when he took your panties off. he believed if you weren’t a virgin he wouldn’t even need to do foreplay to make you feel good, but he wanted to make sure you were prepped and you got to experience a great first time with him. 

his favorite part was watching you squirm and tremble as his tongue dove into your sopping pussy. you hadn’t experienced such a feeling before and it was so thrilling. his tongue dragged along your slit and you almost came from him just eating you out. mikey couldn’t get enough of how delicious you tasted. he was in disbelief that someone as good as you was hiding like this for so long. it took everything in him to not keep eating you out. 

when mikey finally entered you, you were both in complete heaven. 

mikey was fairly long and his size made you gasp. he was reaching spots that made your mind feel dizzy. with all of the prep he did it also didn’t feel as bad as you thought it would have. he couldn’t believe you felt that amazing. your pussy was hugging his cock so nicely he thought he’d never be able to actually leave it. it was so warm and perfect. 

once you gave him the go ahead to start moving, he made you feel like you were on some type of drug. the feelings you were having were so euphoric. you craved more. you knew he was being gentle on purpose, but you were beyond wanting that soft and delicate sex. 

“m-more, mikey! i need more.. please..” you begged, gripping onto his forearms to show how desperate you were for more of him.

hearing those words snapped something inside mikey, and he ended up quickening his thrusts into you. the tip of his cock kissed your g-spot, making you see white stars in your vision and your body to completely ignite. “fuck.. don’t you worry, baby, i’ll give you all you’ll ever need..” he looked into your eyes, making you feel somewhat flustered at his words. 

you were so close to reaching your high. you were practically clawing at mikey’s back and letting out the most lewd noises every time he rutted into you. this was the first time you had ever felt something so intense in your life. not even your own hand could make you cum that hard. it was like that white hot pleasure in your gut was finally unleashed and it was making you go crazy. mikey had also cum, too. he was in utter shock at how much he released onto your stomach, but he was more than satisfied with the results. 

he pecked your lips, a smile writing itself on his features. “you were so great.. i’m so proud of you.”

♡ KEN (DRAKEN) RYUGUJI

dating toman’s number two was definitely one of the best decisions you had made in your entire life. draken was a better man than your own father and he did everything right in your relationship. he was practically someone who had zero flaws.

there were a few times you and draken had gotten close to actually having sex. sometimes you’d come over to his place and end up with his hands down your pants, but it never escalated to you both carrying out such an act with one another. draken was well aware that you were a virgin and he didn’t really have an issue with that. he wanted to be the one to make you feel good and he didn’t care how much time it took. unlike some men, he had genuine patience.

you and draken had been in his room that night it happened. you were both watching a movie when his hands began to wander around your body, squeezing and massaging your skin to make you feel aroused. it didn’t take long for you to end up on top of your boyfriend with your crotch pressing right up against his aching bulge. 

when you paused in your actions, you whispered to draken that you were ready to finally take that step with him. he was honestly a little surprised to hear such a thing, but he wasted no time pressing your body onto the mattress and going down on you. he almost came on the spot when he came face to face with your weeping pussy. he knew with his size that you’d need the prep, so he took his time with you. 

draken used two of his thick fingers to push into your cunt. he was astonished at how tightly your walls surrounded his digits. he loved hearing you call out his name each time he pumped himself into you. you were such an angel. 

once he had made you cum twice, he knew you were ready. 

you were honestly kind of nervous. draken was the biggest you had ever seen. when he pushed his cock inside you, there was this sharp inhale that escaped your lips. he was so thick. the girth was stretching you out to almost your limit and you practically held onto him for dear life as he bottomed out into you. you didn’t think he’d be able to make it fit, but he did. he could tell you had some discomfort, so he peppered a few kisses onto your face and whispered sweet nothings to ease you. all he wanted was for you to be comfortable. 

you gave him the nod of approval to start moving and you honestly thought he was going to split you in half. his cock was so big. you felt that vein dragging along your walls as he thrusted and it sent you into pure bliss. you could hardly contain the cries of pleasure that spilled from your throat. “d-draken! shit.. ‘feels so good!” you looked at him with hazy eyes while he fucked you so effortlessly.

your voice was like music to his ears. draken’s dick twitched when he heard how his name slipped off your lips. “yeah? you like that, princess? you’re so fuckin’ tight.. i can’t get enough of this pussy..” he grunted. 

that knot inside your belly has finally snapped when those words processed through your foggy brain. draken groaned hard when your cunt clamped around his cock, milking him of what was left in his balls. he couldn’t hide his smirk when he realized he had filled you up with his cum. you seemed to enjoy it too, judging by the moan you let out when you felt him covering your walls with white. 

he leaned towards your ear, his breath fanning against the shell. it sent shivers down your spine at the action. “round two..?” he asked, seductively.

♡ BAJI KEISUKE

sexual intimacy was never something that was a necessity in your relationship with baji. the two of you often focused on more romantic things than the physical aspects of a relationship, but that didn’t mean that you two never craved those inappropriate desires. 

baji knew from day one that you were a virgin. he accidentally asked that “are you a virgin?” question when you both went on a date and almost slapped himself when he realized he came from his mouth. you thought it was kind of funny and you ended up revealing to him that you were a virgin. he didn’t mind at all, and he assured you that he’d never put you in a position where you felt forced to have sex with him. he said sex came naturally and when you were ready to do it with another person.

you and baji went on a nice ride on his bike that night. there was a gorgeous sunset that you both watched and he took you home, expecting you to go into your apartment and not look back. however, he was quite shocked when you tugged his arm to come with you. this hadn’t happened before, so it took him off guard. nonetheless, he followed you up to your apartment and went inside with you. 

after you both shrugged off your jackets, you both ended up in your bedroom and baji was the one on top of you. the two of you hadn’t expected it to become so heated that quickly, but you were too far lost in your bliss to even think about stopping. he paused when he realized you were tugging at his belt buckle. he questioned if you wanted to do it and you nodded eagerly. you told him you were sure that you wanted to proceed and he wasted no time diving into you.

baji thought your body was so gorgeous. he couldn’t stop kissing at your skin and sucking to leave marks on it. when he reached your cunt, his mouth practically watered at the sight of it. it was so puffy and cute that he couldn’t help but have a taste. his tongue swiped over your sensitive bead, causing your thighs to trap his head. he was so talented with his tongue and his fingers that you swore you could cum from just him eating you out. 

once his chin and lips were completely covered in your arousal, he decided to finally pull out his cock that was aching so painfully. 

as soon as baji entered you, your eyes rolled backwards into your skull. the pleasure already felt so amazing that you were already feeling needy for your boyfriend. baji had a pretty impressive size, so taking it was a bit painful at first. he was, however, very good at talking you through that sting. he kissed your lips and whispered how beautiful you were, and he praised you for taking him so well despite the stretch of his cock. 

once he started moving, you wrapped your arms around his neck so you could bring him closer to you. baji thought your pussy hugged him perfectly like you were made for him to make love with. you were so gorgeous. he could hardly keep his eyes off of you. “f-fuck me, baby, you’re so beautiful.. bein’ such a good girl for me..” he pressed his thumb against your pretty lips, in which you sucked on it obediently.

you whined as baji adjusted his angle. his cock was now repeatedly hitting your g-spot which sent waves of pleasure to crash over your body. he was taking such care of your body that you didn’t think you’d ever need to fuck anyone else but him. “baji! oh, god, baji!” your nails dug crescents into his skin as he fucked you.

you threw your head back as your orgasm snapped through you. your pussy creamed around baji, earning several grunts from him. he pulled out the moment he felt his high hurdling towards him. sticky white cum covered your stomach, making a mess on your skin. 

baji kissed your cheek, a smile appearing on his face. “you were perfect.. let’s wash up and cuddle after, yeah?” he nodded, in which you agreed.

♡ HANMA SHUJI

dating someone like hanma shuji meant you had to deal with his sarcasm and also his flirty nature at the same time. however, he treated you like a princess regardless of those random snarky moments he had. he did anything for you and you couldn’t be happier with any other man. 

hanma almost didn’t believe you when you told him you were a virgin. it wasn’t like he thought you were lying for some other reason, but most people your age weren’t virgins. he didn’t see it as a problem, though. hanma thought it would be cute to someday take your virginity. he craved that physical intimacy more than you anticipated, but he was patient with you when it came to the matter. he would wait as long as you wanted, even if there was a side of him that desired to fuck your brains out on a daily basis.

he took you out earlier in the day for some shopping. you were used to being spoiled by him at times, so it wasn’t unusual. he knew the routine fairly well but he was kind of surprised when you both got home and you were being more touchy with him than usual. you brushed yourself over his crotch a few times and kissed him a little longer than normal. he wondered what you wanted, because he couldn’t handle teasing whatsoever.

he was taken back when you told him you wanted to have sex with him. he thought it was a joke, but he knew you were serious when you gave him that look. he didn’t waste another second dragging you into the bedroom and pouncing on you like he was a wild animal going for his prey. 

hanma took care of you. he made sure every inch of your body was kissed by his lips. he wanted you to know how stunning you were while you were naked. he swore god had favorites in that moment. it took everything inside of him to not completely ravage your cunt. when he slipped his fingers into you, he was shocked at how easy it was. you were practically soaking wet. his fingers were also quite lengthy. he curled and twisted his digits to find that button inside of you that would make you crumble in front of him.

you were shocked at how quick hanma had made you cum. before you knew it, he was hovering above you with his cock tip teasing your slit. you couldn’t wait any longer and practically begged him to enter you. he let out that usual chuckle and then pushed his cock into you, making your head fall backwards from how great it felt.

he made you feel like you were on the moon with how great he filled you. hanma could hardly believe you were taking him that well. you felt so full with him fully bottomed out in you. it took a little while for you to completely adjust to the size, but once that pain faded into pleasure, you had become a mess underneath your lover. he made your mind become cluttered and you couldn’t even think straight with how great the pleasure was.

“hanma.. oh, fuck! yes!” your fingers gripped the sheets underneath your body. 

he smirked at your voice crying out for him. he could hardly hold back against you. he quickened his speed a little, but made sure to not overwhelm you completely. you were delicate to him and he only wanted you to feel safe with him. “god, babydoll, it’s like you were made for me..” he used the hand with sin to toy with your puffy clit. “‘gonna make sure you cum all over my cock..”

you couldn’t hold back anymore and completely let go on him. your pussy squeezed his cock tightly and covered it in slick arousal. hanma pushed a load into your womb, grunting as he reached his high. it was so intense he thought he might have cum twice from you. 

he took your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours and pressing a few kisses onto your neck. “i’m so proud of you, doll.. you did so well..” he whispered, lovingly.

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[nerinefy]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A LIFE WITH HIM ; FT. some OVERBLOT BOYS .𖥔 ݁ ˖

★ synopsis: how will they be like as your partner?

★ details: you/yours | headcanon | too much fluff | 1,000+ words

✦ ┊RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

PHYSICAL AFFECTION (GIVING & RECEIVING)

★ not too big on PDA, so expect that the most skin-to-skin contact you two can have outside is the occasional hand-holding. he likes it when he's the one initiating the gesture whenever you two are out and about since he still can't help but have the need to be in control even after his overblot (like leading you to places and making sure ur still by his side).

★ he doesn't admit it but he loves when you link your arm with his and nuzzle your face into his shoulder (although he will still scold you if you do it) ESPECIALLY when he's in a mood and is almost about to off the heads of some rule-breakers OR maybe when you're giving too much attention to a rando because he may not admit it but he's greedy and wants your eyes on him only (but he's a gentleman and will never speak about it, only dismissing his inappropriate thoughts.)

★ in private though he's just a snuggly little cuddle bug, even more so if he's tired or stressed or most likely both. so many responsibilities are piled up on his plate just in his second year so the only thing that keeps his shit together is your warm and loving embrace. HE'S A SMALL SPOON. NO BACKSIES, okay maybe he's a big spoon if you're the one who needs a little more loving.

GIFT-GIVING

★ i mean from the name itself ROSEHEARTS, roses are his go-to (he's corny but we love him like that), but if you have a different favorite flower then he'll get those, and if you're allergic he'll try to make those handmade ones! although a little sloppy, pretty successful for his first try. overall he likes giving the traditional gifts like bouquets, stuffed animals, and chocolates :) but if he gets to know you more it might be more personal and intimate stuff that fits your tastes, and of course, should be of use to you too.

THE SIMPLE THINGS

★ whenever you're stuck on a study session late at night he likes inviting you to take a break and brew some tea for you. he'll even share some sweets that Trey gave him. although he won't leave you alone after he finds you like that, instead he pulls out some reviewers he has and helps you work on whatever you find difficult to understand.

WORD AFFIRMATIONS

★ "Our race is nowhere near finished, so please my rose, stay strong, I know you can and want to do so. I am always by your side okay?"

✦ ┊LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

PHYSICAL AFFECTION (GIVING & RECEIVING)

★ hugs, hugs, and MORE HUGS. just lots of hugs! doesn't matter if he's a big spoon or small spoon, he needs you by his side 24/7, 365. he just has to have his scent all over you u know, half-breed things. this man is just lazing around anywhere so might as well bring his favorite pillow with him. and no, he doesn't care if you have class and need to take a test worth half your grade, he needs you more! ★ of course, he doesn't have long-ass hair for nothing, go be his peasant and brush it, most preferably with your fingers if he's having a good hair day. your soft fingers massaging his scalp are quite literally going to take him to heaven, and he'll have no regrets tho so go pocket something if that happens. ★ he doesn't pick favorites when it comes to giving and receiving physical affection, he just wants his hands all over you and if the job is done then he's good.

GIFT-GIVING

★ honestly man, i don't know with him. he's raised right so of course he gives you stuff like flowers and so on. on the other hand tho he isn't the type to know what you like and will most likely just ask you what you want him to give you. maybe he'll just take you to go fetch them at the store itself if he isn't sure. but on special days like your birthday or your anniversary (assuming ya'll would last more than a week), he actually tries and it's pretty sweet and more elaborate.

THE SIMPLE THINGS

★ whenever he's forcibly on a call with his brother, which surprisingly is turning into a regular thing, if Farena asks about how he's doing, Leona likely ends up only yapping about you. i mean yeah he missed his last test and he spent his allowance for the month in a week but does Farena know about the time you were mumbling Leona's name in your sleep? he will deny it if he's called out for doing so. NO, HE DID NOT PERIOD. *hangs up*

WORD AFFIRMATIONS

★ "Whatever you're thinking of, don't. It's stupid. As much as I don't like admitting this, you're strong, and even more than most beastmen if you set your mind to your goals."

✦ ┊AZUL ASHENGROTTO

PHYSICAL AFFECTION (GIVING & RECEIVING)

★ man's busy all the time so it's hard to get your hands on him. even if he's not busy, he will sprint for his life just to get away from you. not that he dislikes your affection, the concept is just a little foreign to him. give him time to adjust, then you'll find out how soft his tentacles are! ★ when he's actually busy and working on stuff in his office (when the time comes and he's comfortable) he likes it when you flop yourself on his lap and nuzzle into his chest. he feels guilty that he can't give full focus to you since his schedule truly is packed but you inviting yourself into his office at late hours of the day just to snuggle comforts and assures him in some way. he'll definitely find more time for you, he's trying his best lol! ★ overall he isn't one to initiate the touching even if he's fully vulnerable for you. idk too ask him about it. he's just happy you like him enough that you cling unto him. but if you ask him he may favor hand-holding the most, it may be the least contact but feeling your hand on his is enough for him.

GIFT-GIVING

★ HE KNOWS EVERYTHING. i'm not even kidding, even when it's no special day he'd likely buy stuff just because it reminded him of you or when you coincidentally need it which is pretty cute but can be a little creepy.

THE SIMPLE THINGS

★ i saw a fic back then that said he gives you some coupons and by some i mean a TON in hopes that you visit the Lounge and that is absolutely true. though he forgets you two are together and he can ask you nicely to come over but who can say no to 30% off all menu items?

WORD AFFIRMATIONS

★ "My, how could I ever deny what that cute head of yours and those strong arms of yours can do! You are a valuable asset to me...what kind of asset? Well...it's up to you to decide."

✦ ┊JAMIL VIPER

PHYSICAL AFFECTION (GIVING & RECIEVING)

★ he's also busy, honestly might be one of the, or if not the busiest of all of these guys. when you two have time to be together tho, even if he's knocked out and drained, he'll never show it. but i can say that's only during the early stages of your relationship with him and depending on how you two met. he likes to present himself in his best state and he really can't do so with his schedule so eventually he just melts and the next thing you know he's hugging you from the back any chance he gets and you feel his heartbeat turn slower by the minute. ★ for those moments that he sees you out and about though he likes patting your cute lil head, no matter what your height is. though he is trying to be a little adventurous with you so he leans in to caress your hair gently and suddenly you're met with a quick smooch. (only when there's no one else in sight so yeah adventurous my ass) ★ like leona, he loves it when you play with his hair, and he does not like to admit it. just remember to keep it neat and use a brush while you're at it, plus a facial and maybe a massage because i know those muscles are TIGHT.

GIFT-GIVING

★ his gifts reek of HANDMADE. idk he has those vibes. handmade flowers, or some origami of cute animals, but he likes giving you handwritten letters the most. it can be hard to communicate his real feelings to you so writing is a way for him to freely and easily express those feelings.

THE SIMPLE THINGS

★ whenever he cooks for Kalim or just whenever he cooks, he suddenly has some leftovers that he decided he'd pack up for you. can't bring himself up to say that excuse so he just gives it to you and walks away.

WORD AFFIRMATIONS

★ "Whining is useless. Do the things you're good at, stop worrying about the things you can't. Oh, I'm sorry...did that come off too harsh?"

★ author's note: congratulate me for coming back. BASK IN MY GLORIOUS PRESCENCE. (i missed u guys too ig)

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[misotsukiiyeooo]

"But Daddy said I could!"

Pairing: Husband! Father! Joshua x F/ Mother! Reader

A/N: Thinking of Joshua with a cute bambi-eyed little girl would be so cute!

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2.2k

Synopsis: Your daughter, Jiyeon always goes to her father to ask for things because he never says no.

Lying on Joshuas' thighs watching TV as he plays with your hair until Jiyeon walks over, done playing with her toys on the floor. "Mommy, when are we going outside?" Her big bami-eyes look into yours with her pouty pink lips always makes you smile. "We can start getting ready now if you want." You say causing her to smile, "Okay, Mommy let's go." Her little hand attempts to pull you off the couch so you pretend as if it did. "Mommy, can I wear this dress? pretty please?" She brings out a black dress which you've never seen before, "When did you get that? And I'm sorry but no, It's too cold outside for that."

She pouts and looks down leaving the room slowly. knowing she'll come back eventually, you go to the bathroom only to come back and see Joshua dress her in the same black dress, a big bow, and a heart-shaped little purse. "Didn't I tell you it's too cold to wear that?" You cross your arms. "But Daddy said I could!" She points at her father who's walking up to you smiling. "It's okay Sweetheart, I bought her that dress a while back and I told her she could wear it. I didn't know you told her she couldn't, but look, I gave her thick leggings so her little legs don't get cold see?" Looking over at her as she's smiling. "Shua...that's not the point, you need to stop giving in." You sigh looking at him smile gently.

"It's not that cold outside right Daddy?" Jiyeon looks at her father and he nods. "That's right, but it is a little windy." He looks back into your eyes to see if you're actually mad. "It's okay this time because she has those warm leggings?" Sigh once again, you can't help but give in to their cuteness. "I'll let it slide this once, don't do it again. And you, Jiyeon, stop going to your father every time I say no okay? no means no." Joshua hugs Jiyeon and loudly whispers. "Mommy's so mean right?" You glare at him however, he still has that charming smile that he knows you're absolutely weak for. "Okay, okay Mommy we won't do things we're not supposed to again, right Jiyeonie?" "Right Daddy, I'm sorry Mommy." Knowing Jiyeon would continue to ask her dad when receiving a no from me, and Shua would always fall for it and agree to her questions but what can I say? She is a daddy's girl after all and he just so happened to have a soft spot for his girls.

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[lehguru]

AFFECTIONATE + STRAW HATS

the straw hats with a extremely affectionate crew member!!

warnings: this was a request, pure fluff, written with platonic relationships in mind + commissions are open !!

the straw hats are a very warm and sweet crew. none of them would ever deny the affection from another mate, but they all have different ways of receiving and dealing with it.

luffy would be a little confused at first. why are you holding his hand? do you want to take him somewhere? after spending some time with you, he wouldn't mind the affection and would be more comfortable about touching you too. if you're not the one hugging him, he will b hanging from you and whining about something.

zoro is the only one that doesn't really know how to deal with your affection. he would never hurt you or be actually mad at you for it, he simply does not know how to react. he will allow you to hug him and hold his arm, even give him kisses on his face, but he will always pull his hands away from your grip. if you ask why, he will tell you that he needs them to fight if something happens. but, eventually, he will let you hold his hand if you are in a more relaxed moment – in private too and don't you dare tell anyone about it.

nami would find your affectionate side extremely lovely. whenever you two are talking, she would lay down her head on your lap, letting you play with her orange hair while she speaks. she loves to cuddle to sleep and hold arms while you two walk around. if you want to give her kisses on the cheek and randomly hug her, she will mimic your actions and giggle loudly.

sanji absolutely thrives with the affection you give him. you can make that man your living teddy bear and he wouldn't mind it at all. kisses, hugs, holding hands, playing with his hair, everything is allowed. he often will initiate those himself; he loves to come up behind you, hug you and spin you around, then give you a light forehead kiss as you laugh. if you hold his hand and tell him he looks nice that day, get ready for him to pass out on top of you, his eyes turned into hearts.

usopp is a little shy when it comes to your physical touch. it doesn't mean he doesn't like it, though! he loves it! he just gets a little embarassed about it. whenever you hold him, he would look around to see if anyone was watching you two; if no one is paying attention, he would lean on your touch and reciprocate it. his favorite thing is when you press a soft kiss on the tip of his nose, it makes him feel validated and nice.

chopper pretends to not like the affection but he absolutely adores it! loves it when you hug him and give him kisses. chopper likes to be held by you as he explains something or while exploring a place the crew decided to check. zoro, robin and you are the people that chopper loves the most to shower with; the way you caress his head and give him little forehead kisses in the bath makes him so so happy.

robin finds your affection really cute. whenever you hug her, she hugs you back and chuckles softly. if you likes to read, she would enjoy having a afternoon with you cuddled up against her body as she reads a book out loud. she would prefer to not cuddle to sleep, but she's definitely alright with you sleeping closer to her.

franky is HUGE on touching as a form of affection. in fact, out of all the straw hats, i believe he is the biggest appreciator of skin-to-skin contact. you can jump on his back while he is working and he will chuckle, spin around while holding you and then keep on working with you as his backpack as if that's nothing. sometimes he might not notice you want to hold his hand because of it's large size, but just give him soft eyes and he will bring out the smaller hand so you can hold it as you wish.

brook would enjoy your physical touch more than he would let out, but he would also be a little insecure about it; after all, he is... well, just bones. if you don't mind it and still keep on hugging him, holding his hand and much more, he would be overjoyed, his characteristic laughter coming out of his mouth.

jinbei wouldn't mind, but wouldn't exactly reciprocate it. he finds your behavior a little odd, although a little endearing too, and he just doesn't know what to do to give it back to you. he will still allow you to hug him and jump on his back whenever you please, as long as you ask or at least warn him about it!

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[footballfanficwriter]

First day

Summary: where it's Kylian's Real Madrid presentation and the reader is there on by his side

I wake up to the soft light filtering through our bedroom window in Paris, and I feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness bubbling in my chest. Tomorrow is the day Kylian officially becomes a Real Madrid player. As I slowly slide out of bed, trying not to wake him, I head to the bathroom for a quick shower. The warm water does little to calm my racing thoughts, but it gives me a moment to compose myself.

I dress in a stylish yet comfortable outfit, knowing the day will be long and full of events. As I finish getting ready, Kylian wakes up, stretching and yawning. He looks at me with those beautiful eyes of his, filled with love and anticipation.

"Good morning, my love," he says, his voice husky from sleep.

"Morning," I reply, smiling as he pulls me into a warm embrace.

He kisses my forehead. "Today’s the day we move. Are you ready?"

"More than ready," I say, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. We share a tender kiss before heading downstairs to our waiting car.

The ride to the airport is filled with light conversation and laughter. Kylian's hand never leaves mine, his thumb gently stroking my skin. The city of Paris rushes by outside the window, but my focus is entirely on him. He looks so calm, so confident, and it reassures me.

As we board the private plane, I can’t help but feel a rush of excitement. The flight attendants greet us warmly, and we settle into our seats. Kylian wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close.

"Can you believe it? We’re actually moving to Madrid," he says, his voice filled with awe.

"I know. It feels surreal," I reply, resting my head on his shoulder. "But I’m so proud of you."

He kisses the top of my head. "I couldn’t have done it without you, Y/N."

The flight is smooth, and we spend most of it cuddled together. Kylian talks about his dreams and plans for his career in Madrid, and I listen, my heart swelling with pride. Every now and then, he kisses my forehead, my cheeks, my lips – each touch sending shivers down my spine.

Upon landing in Madrid, we are greeted by a driver who takes us to our hotel. The energy of the city is palpable, and I can feel the excitement of the fans already. Our suite is nothing short of spectacular, with a breathtaking view of Madrid.

Kylian takes my hand, pulling me close to the window. "Look at this, Y/N. Our new home," he says, his voice filled with wonder.

I rest my head on his shoulder, feeling his warmth seep into me. "It’s beautiful, just like you," I murmur.

He turns to face me, his hands cradling my face. "Not as beautiful as you," he whispers before kissing me deeply. Our kiss is filled with promise and passion, a silent vow of the future we are about to build together.

We decide to take the rest of the day to relax and adjust to our new surroundings. We explore the hotel, take a leisurely walk around the nearby area, and enjoy a quiet dinner together. Every moment is precious, and I savor the time we have to just be with each other.

The morning of Kylian’s medical tests, we wake up early. I make sure he has a nutritious breakfast, knowing he’ll need the energy. He takes my hand as we head to the medical facility, his grip firm and reassuring.

The facility is state-of-the-art, filled with bustling staff and high-tech equipment. Kylian is taken to a room for his tests, and I wait in a comfortable lounge area. My heart races with anticipation and pride. As I sit there, I receive reassuring texts from him, letting me know that everything is going smoothly.

After what feels like an eternity, he emerges with a confident smile. "All good," he says, pulling me into a hug.

"I never doubted it," I reply, kissing his cheek.

We head to the Real Madrid headquarters next, where he’ll sign his contract. The atmosphere is electric, filled with anticipation and excitement

The room where Kylian will sign his contract is grand, with an air of importance. As we enter, we’re greeted by club officials and media personnel. I take a seat beside Kylian, our fingers intertwined.

The club president gives a brief speech about Kylian’s achievements and the club’s excitement to have him join. Then, Kylian is handed the contract. He takes a moment to look at me, his eyes filled with emotion.

"Ready?" he asks softly.

"Always," I whisper back.

He signs the contract, officially becoming a Real Madrid player. The room erupts in applause, and I can’t help but beam with pride. Kylian pulls me into a celebratory kiss, his lips warm and soft against mine.

After the signing, we move to the press conference room. Kylian takes his place at the front, and I find a spot where I can see him clearly. The room is packed with journalists, cameras flashing nonstop.

Kylian looks calm and composed as he begins answering questions. His eyes occasionally find mine, and we share silent, affectionate glances.

"How does it feel to finally be a part of Real Madrid?" a journalist asks.

"It’s a dream come true," Kylian responds. "I’ve always admired this club, and I’m excited to contribute to its success."

He glances at me, his eyes filled with love and reassurance. I smile back, giving him a small nod of encouragement.

"Can you tell us about your decision to join Real Madrid?" another journalist inquires.

Kylian takes a deep breath, his gaze flickering to me before he speaks. "It was a tough decision, but ultimately, I felt that Real Madrid was the right place for me to continue my career. The club has a rich history and a passionate fan base, and I’m looking forward to being a part of that."

Our eyes meet again, and he subtly nods, a soft smile playing on his lips. I can’t help but feel a swell of pride and love for him.

Throughout the press conference, we share these silent moments of connection. When he talks about his family and his support system, his eyes soften, and I know he’s thinking of me. I feel a sense of pride and warmth wash over me, knowing that I am a part of his journey.

The next day, we head to the Santiago Bernabéu Stadium. The stands are filled with ecstatic fans, all eager to welcome their new star. The energy is electric, and Kylian steps up to the podium, looking every bit the confident and poised athlete he is.

"Hola, Madridistas," he begins, his voice strong and confident. "This is a dream come true for me. I’ve always admired this club, and I’m excited to be here."

He pauses, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before settling on me. "I want to thank my mom, my dad, my siblings, and my incredible wife, Y/N, for always supporting me. Without their love and encouragement, I wouldn’t be standing here today."

His mom is in tears, and I quickly move to her side, wiping away her tears and rubbing her back comfortingly. "He’s amazing," I whisper, and she nods, smiling through her tears.

Kylian continues his speech, talking about his goals and aspirations for his time at Real Madrid. His passion and dedication are evident, and I can see the fans are just as captivated as I am.

"I promise to give my all for this club and its fans," he says, his voice filled with determination. "Together, we will achieve great things, ¡HALA MADRID!

The crowd roars in approval, and I feel a swell of pride and love for him. He glances at me, and I give him an encouraging smile.

After his speech, it’s time for the family photo. His parents step onto the stage, posing proudly with him. Kylian looks around and notices I’m not there. He signals for me to join them, but I shake my head, indicating I’ll stay out of the picture. He doesn’t take no for an answer. Walking over to me, he takes my hand and leads me onto the stage.

"You're part of this family, Amore. Always," he whispers, his eyes locking with mine.

We pose for the picture, standing next to the Real Madrid president. I feel Kylian’s arm around my waist, holding me close. The camera flashes, capturing this unforgettable moment.

The rest of the day is a blur of celebrations and fan greetings. Kylian walks around the stadium, shaking hands and thanking the fans. I watch him, my heart swelling with pride and love. When we finally return to our hotel room, we’re both exhausted but elated.

As soon as we close the door behind us, Kylian pulls me into his arms, kissing me passionately. "I couldn’t have done any of this without you," he murmurs between kisses.

We collapse onto the bed, cuddling close. He becomes clingy, holding me tightly as if afraid to let go. "What do you think our life will be like here?" he asks, his voice soft and filled with wonder.

"I think it will be amazing," I reply, running my fingers through his hair. "We have each other, and that’s all we need."

He smiles, kissing me gently. "I love you so much, Y/N."

"I love you too, Kylian," I whisper, our foreheads touching. "Forever."

We spend the rest of the evening wrapped in each other’s arms, talking about the day and dreaming about our future in Madrid. Every kiss, every touch, and every word is filled with love and promise. This is the start of a beautiful new chapter in our lives, and I couldn’t be happier to share it with the love of my life

After a while of Kylian and I having our conversation and he's fallen asleep on my stomach, I decide to check people's reactions and what they thought, occasionally smiling at their comments

@FabrizioRomano: 🚨 Official and confirmed: Kylian Mbappé is now a Real Madrid player. Contract signed until 2028. Here we go! #HalaMadrid ⚪️🔴

@RMadridUpdates:The King has arrived! Welcome to Real Madrid, Kylian Mbappé! This is going to be legendary! #Mbappe2028

@FootballAddict: Mbappé to Real Madrid is the biggest transfer of the decade! Can’t wait to see him in white. #Galactico #Mbappe

@LaLigaLover:With Mbappé at Real Madrid, La Liga just got a whole lot more exciting! Let's go! #HalaMadrid #Mbappe

@KylianFanClub: So proud of Kylian! He’s finally living his dream. Real Madrid is the perfect place for him. #Mbappe2028

@RomanticSportsFan: Did anyone else notice the way Kylian kept looking at his wife during the press conference? So much love! #RelationshipGoals #MbappeLove

@FootballGossip: Kylian Mbappé’s wife might be the real MVP here. Those supportive glances and little gestures... True love! #Mbappe

@FanGirlCentral:Okay, but the way Kylian’s wife wiped his mom’s tears and rubbed her back was so sweet. She’s already a fan favorite! #MbappeFamily

@TheRealMadridista: Mbappé signaling his wife to join the family photo... Can we talk about how cute that was? #CoupleGoals #Mbappe

@SportsRomantics: Watching Kylian and his wife exchange those little glances during his speech was everything. You can tell they’re so in love. #MbappeLoveStory

@RealMadridFans: A new chapter begins with Kylian Mbappé at Real Madrid! His wife is such a supportive partner. We stan! #HalaMadrid #Mbappe

   - Comment: @LoveFootball: The way he looked at his wife during the press conference was just 🥺❤️ True love! #MbappeLove

@FootballRomantics: The way Kylian looked at his wife during the press conference was just... 🥺❤️ True love right there. #Mbappe

   -Comment: @GoalDreams: They’re such a beautiful couple! #CoupleGoals

@SportsLoveStory:Did you see how Kylian walked over to his wife and brought her onto the stage? My heart! #CoupleGoals #Mbappe

   -Comment:@FanZone: That was the cutest thing ever! They belong together. #MbappeFamily

@FootballMoments:That moment when Kylian’s wife comforted his mom was so touching. She’s already part of the family. #MbappeFamily

   - Comment: @TearsOfJoy: She’s such a sweetheart! #FamilyFirst

@MadridistaLove: Kylian and his wife’s love story is the real deal. Watching them today was like a movie. #MbappeLove

  - Comment:@FootballHeart: True love exists and they are the proof! #HalaMadrid

Overall I'm just so happy that Kylian was able to fulfill his dream and I'm so honoured to be stood by his side as he makes this transition

[anadiasmount]

teach me how to forget - jude bellingham x reader.

summary: this is mostly based on some lyrics from romeo santos songs. a not so girls trip but getting an unexpected call that leaves you thinking… i’ll leave it there *winks*

wc: 2.5k | masterlist | jude’s masterlist

psa 🗣️: was in the mood to write and this was a request i had received so anon here you go :p i love toxic jude and i shall write what the girlies want :ppppo

This time of year was a time filled with love and warmth. The Christmas lights, the decorations, the hot cocoa, the feeling of giving back, the feeling of security. While those thoughts remained in your head, you were constantly reminded how single and lonely you were, especially when you decided to take a trip with your girlfriends and their partners. 

They laughed, rejoiced, hugged, smiled, and had that look of love every time they stared at them, you felt left out and felt the urge to have what they have. It wasn't jealousy or anger, you felt more than happy for them, but now the idea of love began to make you mad. You had given everything to him, and you would do it again only under different circumstances. 

It was your first serious relationship, well you thought, after the last one you had in high school. Serious as in you thought it would be the man you’d marry. The day every little girl wished for, though when growing up you hated it, why give so much commitment? But unexpectedly with his lies and broken promises, he changed your opinion about marriage. He changed your opinion about love.

You once looked at him with adoration in his eyes, hugged his bicep in public to send a message to others, kissed his cheek first and then his lips when he visited you or saw him after some time apart, you would giggle at night when talking about your futures together, the warm feeling inside never leaving your chest as he held you close to him. The way his soft brown eyes bore into yours when he left you. 

But he was never yours, there wasn't ever a label or words said to claim him as yours.

You poured your heart to him, asking him, you needed to know the why, to get rid of the heavy and painful feeling in your heart, that felt like it was being stabbed each minute that passed by. Couldn't he see it? Why was it so hard for him to see how much you were willing and had already sacrificed to be with him? Was the love you gave him ever enough, all the kisses, cries, laughter? 

For the first time in your life, you felt something real, a love like in the movies, yet this was actuality. No more good night calls or texts, cuddles, sharing a bathroom to get ready, or his big t-shirts, exchanging looks across the room which ended in the two of you going home, or kisses knowing that they were forbidden. In the end, whatever happened it happened for a reason. 

As much as it hurt and brought misery, you were able to reconstruct yourself. You tried to convince yourself this would be a lesson for the future, a lesson that was learned the hard way as not only you lost your best friend but also your first love. Love can be cruel and painful, but in the end, it brings two souls together that are meant to be. 

“Are you good babes? You look uncomfortable,” your friend joked, earning a small laugh from you. “I'm okay, just feeling very much like a third wheel,” you said honestly and shrugged your shoulders. This trip was planned at the last minute, a girls' trip to be said, but that changed when their partner tagged along, as it was conveniently their only time off from work. 

While it angered you and almost made you not come, you realized they also needed this with them, you couldn't be that careless and selfish, though you would keep it in mind for next time. You also had wasted your money on the trip so there was no backing out, you needed a deserved break from your busy life in Spain. 

“I promise tonight is our night. They guys are going to fish overnight by the bay so we can head to the club and drink till there’s no tomorrow,” she said cheerfully, giving you a side hug before standing up and walking over to the closet where your clothes hung. “How is it going with that guy Joel?” she questioned pulling out a couple of outfits for you. 

You grimaced and shook your head, “I don't see him like that… he’s amazing don’t get me wrong, but he’s kinda boring? I don’t know, he is marrying for image and I want something way different. The dates were fun but in the end, he’s looking for one thing and I don’t want that, you know?” you explained while fidgeting with your rings that suddenly felt loose. 

“But at the same time, when I'm with him, all I can feel is happiness. When he isn't being cocky or serious he treats me well, buys me flowers, and showers me with love. I feel like it feels so wrong, but at the same time, he is always there for me. He has seen me at my worst and hasn't once judged me for it.”

Your friend raised her brow and handed you a tight navy blue dress, “I understand, just have fun. You're single, sexy, an amazing woman, and independent. When the time is right, that person will appear,” she kissed your head and urged you to change. “I expect you to be the drunkest, don't think of him, he isn't worth your tears pretty.” 

With that she walked off, leaving you standing still, was she referring to Joel or Jude? She was right, no feelings could change the new ones you felt. 

It ended up being the complete opposite, your friends were all drunk and sang loudly to an old rock song, while you laughed and took small sips from your third cranberry vodka. You would join in at times, but their wobbly bodies made it hard as they would cling to you for support. The drunk selfies and videos you all took made them giggle as you all took a ride back home. 

Jude saw it all. He was watching but from his home in Spain. He felt the cold and empty space next to him. He realized it was becoming too much for him, and he had to do something about it. But he always held back knowing it wasn't fair on your part. You deserved to be happy after all the pain he caused. But knowing he fully hasn't apologized was killing him. Or the fact the picture of you laughing with another man built a rubble of jealousy in his chest.

His thumbs always found their way to your contact, where he had your name next to a white heart, and the contact picture he took when you accompanied him to Germany. It all felt so familiar to him, reminding him of the good times you’d spent together, whether it was in his home, the beloved coffee shop, or the bookstore in downtown London you love dearly. Your smile, the personality he envied because you were perfect, so pure, your eyes that said the truth, and hands that built warmth when he held or felt them. 

He missed you terribly, longing to hear your voice or see you even if it was for a second. He caved in and dialed you, coming face to face with your smile that shined bright as he heard the phone dial.

“If you need anything please let me know,” you said to your friend, who drunkenly fell asleep on her bed. You quickly showered and changed into your pajamas, putting your hair into a messy bun and laying down on the queen-sized bed. You scrolled through the TV and ate your salty crisps. You hadn't heard your phone ring, but when you saw two missed calls from his number you let out a huge gasp and sat upright. 

Your hand dragged across your forehead, the familiar feeling of fear and uneasiness hitting you again in a huge wave. You bit your nails and dropped your phone taking a huge gulp of water as your throat became dry. 

Hey. I called and you didn't answer. Can you call? 

Give me a second, is everything okay?

No. I’d like to talk to you about something. Please just answer. 

Why would he call? What was so important that made him call you twice and send you a message? You soon would find out as you heard your phone buzz again. Your heart raced again, banging loudly in your chest, everything in the room around you was bright and colourful, the cold sheets now hot, the crisps being hard to swallow, and the vibration of your phone reminding you he was waiting. 

“H-h-hello?” you said shaky, hearing the relief on the other end. Jude on the other end felt nervous, his airpods put away as he brought his phone closer to his ear to hear your voice clearer, to feel you. “Y/n hi. Hi, uh, hi…” Jude chuckled anxiously, biting his lip, forgetting why he even called. “Did you need something?” you said in a low voice, whispering almost, as you muted the TV. 

“I wanted to know something…” 

“Which is?”

“I wanted to know if you remember our trip to Munich after the season ended last year,” he said slowly, voice deeper than what you were used to. How could you forget that trip? Were you kissed for the first time and promised to be at each other's side no matter what went on? A deal is a deal, a promise is a promise, but you weren't sure why he was recalling this exact moment. “What are you trying to get at?” you said instead of responding to his question. 

“Answer the question… Do you remember the trip and what happened?” he asked again, leaving you confused and tugging your sheets up. “Yes. Of course, I remember,” you caved in, shutting your eyes, and attempting to calm your nerves. “And what did we promise, that we’d be there for each other, no?” he said. 

“Things changed Jude. You changed things when you decided to leave and walk out. I can't promise you that, because what you did in the end was break them. You want me to be there for you? What about that time I begged for you to stay so we could work it out, and you did the opposite? To give you that promise I would have to trust your word again…” you deadpanned seriously, feeling the bubble of anger construct in your chest, your knuckles white as you control the feeling. 

“You can't trust me?” Jude said softly and hurt. He knew he had hurt you, but for you to tell it and show it to his face was the least thing he expected. “No? How could I, when in the end you proved me wrong?” you said, but Jude had caught you when you didn't voice it, the no being a question instead of an answer. If he was there with you, your eyes would tell him the truth. 

“Are you happy with him? Does he know how much I consider him my enemy for having what belonged to me, even if the one to blame is me? That I envy him for being able to make you smile even the slightest bit when it should be me?” Jude says, leaving you dumbfounded before realizing why he called. “I'm tired of your silly games. You couldn't maintain a serious thing with me, and you have the nerve to call me about-”

“I saw you laugh, I saw you cry. I lived next to you. The best and worst chapters of our novel. From our history. If you taught me to love, also teach me to forget what I feel because you are the woman I love and want. I learned to love beside you, you taught me to love, but you didn't teach me what was harmful, that love was harmful…” he said breathlessly, your chest rising up and down as he confessed his pure feelings. 

“Jude-” 

“I love you so much that I'm afraid to see you again. I only relive those old memories where you'd sit on my bed, a warm cup of coffee in your hand as you watched your soap operas. I still read your love letters, in the hope that one day you’ll come back to me. Who will heal this pain that you left inside me when you went away? Whoever invented love, should have given instructions to avoid suffering,” you couldn't believe what you were hearing. 

The tears coming down your cheeks, and your hand covering your mouth to hide the loud sobs. He heard them, as a tear glided on his cheek wanting nothing more than to be there with you. But the same distance that separated the two of you, was the same reason he couldn't hold or have you anymore. 

“Why tell me this now? Tell me you love me but showed otherwise. You say I taught you how to love, and hope one day I'll come back? Where was this when I needed to hear when I begged you, Jude? I probably looked stupid confessing my feelings while all this time you hid yours away. You weren't ready, I get that, but it's too late. I learned and I lost, and I can't go down that road with you again,” you croaked, sniffling and whipping the tears away. 

“If you think I have replaced you, I haven't. As much as he makes me happy, you ruined that for me. I constantly picture you instead of him. I feel like a coward for leading on a good man, knowing that what I feel won't ever be enough or fair to him. I've tried Jude, i've tried to forget you without holding a grudge, but it's so hard when I love you this deeply,” you let out crying, yours and Jude’s heartbreaking every second that passed by. 

Jude couldn't stand it, the silence was killing him, suddenly spoke out and poured his heart out to you, your gut wrenching hearing him at the way he felt over the months that passed by. Pain clawed your hearts, chests heaving as you could feel the soulmate connection even from afar. His voice brings you a sense of calmness and relief. He felt the familiar feeling of home when he heard you laugh, slowly coming out of your protective shelf. 

“Without you, my life leads nowhere. But I took you for granted, and now I'm hanging from a rope. I know that you know I'll do whatever for your love, so tell me what I can do to call you mine again, baby?” Jude’s voice cracked, the pleading in his voice showing raw emotion.

“Come to me. I need you to prove your love to me and that it isn't for games.”

[httpjungkookcom]

Wobbly Legs | JJK (m)

Pairing | Jungkook x Reader

Word Count | 7K-ish

Genre | Idol! Jungkook x "Man Eater”! Reader, Established Relationship Now (Excitinggg!!!)

Summary | Jungkook's never shy when asking you to try new things because he knows you'll never judge him, never laugh at him. (With malicious intent anyways.) That doesn't mean he's not nervous, hiding and ducking his head the entire time with a giant blush spread across his face while he's asking. With a bit of coaxing, Jungkook finally spits it out. Unknowingly, he's more in for it than he even realizes.

Index | pegging!!!, sexual content, dirty talking, Jungkook still gets praised a lot, fingering (male and female receiving), oral (male receiving), sub! Jk, bottom! jk, overstimulation, hair pulling, jungkook is still shy and flustered around the reader, jungkook in love like never before, makes sure his sweet gf cums like a good little bf, my personal bias for Jungkook’s nose (sue me lol), Reader is feral by the end of this lmao

A/N | Based off of my previous post, Man Eater Hunting. It's a long one, so I'll give you the general gist of it. Jungkook has a fat crush on the reader who happens to be Namjoon’s best friend, the reader thinks he just wants in her pants so she teases him for a while, pinning after each other for 40k words, and eventually proclaim their undying love for one another. In a secure, happy relationship by the end :) (A lot of fucking in between.) If you’d like to read it, it’s still pinned on my blog I believe. 

Ever since the both of you’ve gone public with your relationship, Jungkook has been happier than ever. He gets to hold your hand in public, kiss your forehead, hug your waist, and do everything else under the sun without the worry of your lecturing. Your identity is still private, and most media respect it enough to at least not post an unblurred photo of your face. There are still plenty of photos of the both of you unblurred, but you try hard to look on the bright side. While being public means stress and worry for you in terms of media and cameras, seeing Kook be so happy makes the familiar warm feeling when you’re with him spread throughout your chest. The members are also all very supportive, their youngest visibly cheerier even on days he’s tired, worn down, or even lost a Mario Cart round against Taehyung. 

You, Namjoon, and Yoongi still have your little group inside the larger group, one that Jungkook’s been trying to invade for the last 3 months. Yoongi constantly kicks him out of your studio, producing party, whatever you wanna call them, nights, claiming it’s a “no boyfriends allowed,” party. Jungkook then gets your favorite food or drink and pouts outside the studio door until you’re all done. Tae and Jimin still take stabs at you and Kook every so often, just enough to start a playful banter but never enough to actually hurt your feelings anymore. Jin has always been supportive and still is if not more. And Hope still takes jabs when he can, more so at Jungkook just to get him going than you. And lastly, Jungkook’s still Jungkook, just as needy as the night you’d met at Joon’s party. 

Date night today, mine or your place? 

Jungkook’s notification flashes across your screen, phone resting on the kitchen island as you cook dinner. A giant smile spreads across your face before you can even think to stop it, rushing to text him back. You type back with your pinky, other fingers too dirty from the ingredients. 

Mine, I’m cooking already :) 

Be there in 15.

He’s over in 10 minutes max, softly knocking on your front door. You open it with your elbows, hands held away from anything that doesn’t need seasoning smeared against it. Quickly, you dodge the embrace that you know happens when Jungkook steps into your apartment, hurriedly running off back to the kitchen. “I don’t wanna get your nice shirt all dirty,” You justify your retreat before he even has a chance to ask, you already know it's coming from the soft exhale you just barely caught while running for security.  

“That doesn’t mean run away from meeee,” Kook whines back, following your warpath to the kitchen as he wraps his arms around your frame. He’s careful to keep his fingers away from any hot surfaces, taking the opportunity to place his palms on your chest without lecture. Besides that, he’s gone to the world as his face buries itself into your shoulder. “How’s your new job going?” He mumbles against your skin, causing goosebumps to shoot down your spine. Feeling the smirk from him on your skin, the little shit knows exactly what he’s doing. ”My little lead director of communications.” 

(Namjoon swears he didn’t put in a good word for you at his company regarding the application, but you’re almost 99% positive he did. You reassure yourself that you deserve to be there by saying the interview went well at least.)

“Everyone’s so nice, you know?” You begin, trying to fight off the laugh that threatens to overflow. “My new nickname is The girl Jeon Jungkook picks up after work, in the office. And sometimes it’s, Doesn’t he have a girlfriend? Is he having an affair?!!” You joke dryly, looking over your shoulder at him. “Because there’s no way we could everrr be in a relationship in this universe.” You chuckle.

At this, Jungkook tries hard not to laugh at your dismay. He doesn’t try very hard, eventually cracking up. “Hey, what can I say? I’m popular.” He cracks, earning him a soft elbow in the ribs that quickly makes him retreat away from you. “Sorry! Sorry! Do you want me to talk to them, and tell them it’s not cool? Or have a staff meeting about bullying and gossip?” 

Jungkook is lucky he’s so pretty, you think. This only makes your dismay worse, corners fighting hard to not tug up in a smile at how ridiculous he sounds. “That would make it worse, mom.” You finally crack into a smile, “If you were to go in there and tell them off like I’m 5 years old, I’d put in my two weeks immediately.” You laugh, putting the food onto plates before heading into the living room. This part of your and Jungkook’s routine is almost solid without how many date night-ins you’ve had in recent months. Kook goes for the drinks and utensils before joining you on the couch, clicking on the television. 

You can almost hear the cogs turning in his brain. “Or, I can send a strongly worded email.” He adds, sitting down before pulling your legs over his lap. “No, no. I leave a voicemail. that’ll really get ‘em.” 

“Koookkk.” Groaning, you can’t help but begin to laugh by the end of it. “I think, and hear me out, don’t get going just yet.” Your hands are held out in front of you. “Maybe, you don’t have to pick me up at my office every day when we leave the building. Maybe we can just meet in the garage or something. That way it’ll slowly die out of the conversation.” Jungkook’s almost offended by your words, dramatically placing a hand over his heart as if you’d shot him. 

“That's the best part of my day, not happening.” Jungkook gives one hard shake of his head, a definitive no before he resumes eating. 

“The best part of your day can be me walking to you in the parking garage instead.” You shoot, watching as Jungkook pretends to think hard about it. The final verdict is another hard shake of his head, signaling no. “Ugh, fine how about the cafeteria?” Another no. “Breakroom?” Another no. “Common areas?” Another no. “Jungkookkkk, work with me,” You complain, pointing at him threateningly with your chopsticks as you drive your foot into his abdomen. 

“I like picking you up at your office.” He shrugs as he sets his food aside, going to grab your foot in his hold. The last time this happened, jungkook tickled you half to death, eventually earning him a hard kick to the temple. (You felt horrible, and he couldn’t shoot content for a week.) Immediately, you make your foot retreat in fear of his safety. He completely ignores the next train of complaints from you. In retaliation, you crumple up a napkin and bounce it off of his head, which he still doesn’t acknowledge. 

“I can’t be called The girl Jungkook picks up, at my job. I really can’t Kook.” 

With an exaggerated sigh, Jungkook finally gives in. “Fine, we can meet at the cafeteria.” He almost whines, pinching your calf lightly to display his grievances. After your mini celebration that Jungkook mopes throughout, the both of you get comfortable with just eating and watching the show as it fills the silence. Jungkook’s finished eating much faster than you are, waiting impatiently for you to be done. As soon as your plate hits the coffee table, he’s pulling you closer. “I miss you.” He starts, laying back and dragging you along with him.

“You see me every day.” You genuinely laugh, cuddling close to him as you continue to watch the show, cheek squished on his chest. 

“It’s just not the same.” He's never satisfied. “When you’re working you’re all dressed up, and put together, and have your little bag filled with papers and fuck knows what else.” You chuckle softly, glancing up at him. “I miss just hanging out, watching tv, wearing pajamas, and you making fun of my toe socks which are very comfortable, FYI.  We’ve been so busy recently.” At that, he holds you just the smallest bit closer. Your arms wrap around him in return, hands pancaked in between his back and the couch cushions. Glancing up, Jungkook’s soft gaze meets yours, a small smile spreading across his face. You return the smile, reaching up to hold his cheeks in your palms. 

“First of all, the socks are atrocious. I only put up with them because it’s you.” You laugh loudly. 

“Awwwww.”

“Secondly, you remind me of your younger self, Kook. It’s like I can still see him in you.” You smile hard, rubbing along the bridge of his nose with your pinky. If you were anyone else, Jungkook would tell you off for pointing out his nose, maybe even cuss a bit. But it's you, and he knows how much you rave about how cute you think it is, so he lets you slide your finger across. “So loving, so sweet Jungkook.” You can’t help but grin, moving to softly pink his cheeks in between your thumbs and index fingers. His teeth show slightly from the stretch, making you beam back at him. “My sweet boy.” You coo, finally releasing him as you lay back on his chest. Jungkook holds you even closer after that. 

Jungkook’s fingers absentmindedly scratch along your back, every now and then rubbing the goosebumps that sprout up in their wake. You’re more focused on the movie than anything, brows furrowed together slightly as you listen closely to the dialogue to not miss a single detail. Jungkook, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. It’s already been an hour, you’re paying little to no attention to him and he’s growing impatient. The innocent scratches turn into heavy petting, eyes glued only to your frame, as his hips constantly readjust in their own accord. Trying to be subtle, Jungkook does his best to slowly hike your top up to get his hands on your bare skin. You’re more than aware of it, purposely ignoring him as you’re dead set on finishing up the stupid murder mystery, clue reminiscent, movie where you have to find out who the killer is. “Kook, go rub one out or something. I have 30 minutes left.” You complain, swatting away his hands as they begin to trail further underneath your shirt. 

“No, it’s not the same.” He immediately whines, curling up more to you, face burying itself in your neck as he sits up slightly. You can feel the soft kissing, leaving light marks on your skin that he soothes with his tongue. “Do you remember when we were in my studio for the first time?” Jungkook almost shutters as he lays under you. So much for movie night and cuddles. “And you hit my prostate? I wanna do that again-“ He whines, burying his face in your chest in embarrassment. Your attention is finally diverted from the movie now, glancing down at him. You can only see the tips of his ears, burning a bright red that you can only guess is also spread across his cheeks. “But more.” He adds. 

“You want me to fuck you? Is that what you’re saying?” Your voice drops, Jungkook immediately perking up at the tone with a small smile. “My boy, you want just my fingers, or you wanna be fucked?” Your hands come up to gently hold his head in them, fingers rubbing along his cheeks. Jungkook naturally leans into your touch, smiling softly as he deliberates. 

“I want you to fuck me.” Jungkook finally states, nodding to solidify his statement. His words are booming in your otherwise quiet apartment. 

“Oh shit.” You chuckle, his tone catching you slightly by surprise. At the small laugh, Jungkook’s face falls. “No, no I just laughed because it was so blunt and loud. Not at you, Kook.” You're quick to reassure, leaning forward to place a kiss on his forehead. “I think I may have a strap-on from-“ 

“You have a strapon?!?!” Jungkook interrupts you, shock and jealousy coursing through his voice, making you laugh. 

“Listen! It was a gag gift from my friends in college, it’s not even used.” You roll your eyes, watching as he calms down. “You never let me finish my sentences.” You laugh, sitting up on his lap. He’s quick to follow, lurching into a seated position to meet you. “When bun?” His brow immediately creases. 

“Today? Maybe?” The smirk that grows on your face is cheek aching, hands holding his face in your palms. Your thumbs gently brush his cheekbones, making him instantly melt in your hold. 

“You’re cute, Kook.” You grin hard, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on his nose. “Of course, I’ll fuck you bun. Happily. C'mon, to the bedroom.” You lightly slap his shoulders, encouraging him up. In a flurry, he’s hoisting the both of you from the couch in a millisecond, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. (He’s almost running into the bedroom, your legs wrapped tightly around him.) Jungkook wastes no time, allowing himself to fall backward onto the bed. 

You land with a huff, Jungkook quickly situating you on his lap. “Alright, alright, I’m ready.” He smiles hard, ripping a laugh from your throat. “Do your worst.” It’s comfortable, the way your bodies easily fit together with one another, lips slotting together. You can taste the strawberry chapstick he wears so often, and smell the subtle citrus perfume that he always puts on when it starts to wear off. As always, Jungkook is easy to rile up. Slow kisses, pulling on his hair, slipping your hand underneath his shirt, and he’s already in over his head. 

“You’re too easy, Kook.” You smile up at him softly, biting the soft skin on his neck as a dark mark begins to show. “I really hope you’re not always like this, with all your other girlfriends.” You tease him, knowing just how much he hates it. (He really does hate it, how could he want anyone else when he has you?)

“Y/nnnnn,” He complains, hands squeezing your thighs on either side of his waist hard, leaving small bruises in their wake. “You know I’m only this easy for you, always only you.” 

“Hmmm, I don't know. Mr big league, international idol.” You continue to press all of his buttons, fighting back the smile as you look for the expression you already know he’s wearing. It finally makes you crack, cheeks hurting from how hard the smile is. Your hands slip underneath his ridiculously sized T-shirt, cold hands leaving goosebumps in their path as he involuntarily flinches away from them. You bunch it in your hands, peeling it off and over his head. “What was that one show you had recently, all sold out? How man fans did you-”

“You know that’s inaccurate,” Jungkook states immediately, dead serious which makes you laugh out loud. 

“Alright, alright. Just getting you all bothered, bun,” The whine Jungkook lets out as you jokingly flick a nipple makes you ache, snapping you back into the reality of what the two of you are actually doing. “Fuck, bun. You gonna let me play with your pretty tits, hmm?” His fluffy hair bounces from how aggressively he shakes his head. You groan back, experimentally taking a nipple in between your teeth, harshly running your tongue over it.

“Feels good, feels good.” Kook whines, hips involuntarily grinding up against you. A small yelp unconsciously falls from him as you bite, one of his hands coming up to press firmly along your shoulder. “Biting? You just bit me!” He whines loudly, rubbing his chest. It makes you laugh.

“You bite me all the time without realizing it.” You counter, softly pulling his hand away by his wrist. Your tongue meets his chest once more, soothing over the mark before harshly licking, sucking, and biting once more. “You’re also always so rough with me, bun. Are you gonna let me be rough with you?”

“If you ever get there, sure. Seems like you’re stalling, you scared beautiful?” It’s taunting, finally his turn to push your buttons as he smirks down on you. 

“We’ve gotta get you prepped Kook, otherwise you’ll be no fun to play with.” Once again, another tease meant to rile him up. Jungkoko groans just from your words, hands pulling your hips closer. Before he has a chance to counter, you’re moving down to meet his waistband, tugging on the sweatpants. Your thumbs hook underneath, catching both his underwear and tugging them off in one easy swoop. He’s rock hard, his cock hitting his lower stomach. “Can you reach over and grab the lube?” The bedside table is being slung open in two seconds flat, everything slapping against the front. Jungkook avoids the look you give him. 

“Shut up, I don't wanna hear it.” He chuckles, handing it over after fishing around for it. “So how do you? How do we uh? Fit it in.”

Your heartbeat catches for a moment, glancing up and catching the slight nerves on his face before they disappear. “Kook.” You smile gently, a fond feeling in your chest. “We start slowly, Kook. We definitely don’t have to rush and if you want to stop we can always have a raincheck.” Jungkook listens intently, eyes wide as he takes everything in. Slowly. he nods as you finish up your speech. “So, we start slow.” You give him one last reassuring smile before you take the lube from him, being extremely generous as you apply it to your fingers. 

His hips jerk into your hold as you take his aching cock with a soft fist, nerves making him jumpy. “Bun, relax. You know I’ll take care of you.” You coo to Jungkook, a blush flushing across his entire face. 

“I know, I know you always do.” Jungkook nods, coaxing himself to relax as he lays down rather than resting on his elbows. You see part of his face, eyes screwed shut as he focuses on your touch. His breath sucks in as the cold lube meets his skin, legs tensing around your body where you sit between them. 

“You have to relax, Kook.” You reiterate once more, sliding down slightly as your lips brush against his head. “You’ve been here before, bun.” You giggle, taking his head in your mouth as you focus on distracting him. He’s distracted easily, one hand reaching down to run his fingers through your hair, gently pulling at the strands. You allow him, sinking down slowly as you gauge his reaction. 

“Feels good.” You can vaguely hear him whine, head pushed back into your pillow as he tries his hardest to focus on your mouth. As his legs relax around your body, losing himself in the pleasure, you easily slip your middle finger into his ass. “Fuck me!” He whimpers, clamping down around your finger. 

“You’re okay, bun. You’re okay.” You reassure, glancing up to catch his expression. After he relaxes a bit, you sink onto his cock once more, not yet moving your finger. You can feel Jungkook’s gaze burning into your skin, watching intently as your nose brushes his abdomen. Experimentally, your finger draws out before easily sliding back in, pulling the smallest whine from the very back of his throat. Sinking back down onto his cock, you fight the gag off as he grinds into you, finally allowing the pleasure to wash over him again. 

“Fuck! Is this what it feels like?” Jungkook whines loudly as you slip another finger in, gently pressing against his prostate as his hips readjust on their own.

“Feels like when what?” You draw before sinking back down onto him, your tongue harshly against rubbing the underside of his cock. 

“When we fuck, when I’m in you.” It’s whiny and slightly breathless as he bites back his moans. Jungkook flushes a bright red across his chest and face, breath uneven as his chest rises and falls with heaves. 

“Not at all, you’re way bigger than my fingers, bun.” It’s a boost in his confidence, immediately vanishing as one of your hands meets the back of his thighs. “Up Kook, just a bit so I can work you open,” He whines, so deep and guttural that you almost want to whine back. You're at three fingers when you actually start, beginning to fuck into him with your fingers, curling them to hit his prostate. His poor cock sits untouched on his abdomen, softly dripping precum onto his stomach from your touch. 

Jungkook knows he’s in for it as you shuffle around in between him, climbing to your knees as his legs rest around your waist. It’s a change in your recent dynamic for sure, but he can't help the way his cock throbs the whines that slip past his bright red, bitten lips. Your free hand runs along his thigh, pulling it up slightly more as you push his hips into the mattress, fingers working him open and closer to his end. 

“Kook?” You call softly, earning you a small hum in return. “You gonna be good for me, cum from my fingers?” Truthfully, he doesn’t know if he can but he trusts you enough to take him there. He nods quickly, bangs falling into his face. You pull another whimper just from changing your position, leaning over him slightly to watch all of his expressions. Taking his cock into one hand to push him closer, the other fucking him open, your body pressing him into the mattress, his mind just melts. His body feels hotter than humanly possible, mind reeling from all the sensations at once. 

“Good boy Kook, my good boy.” Cooing, your lips meet his jaw as you gently kiss his hot skin. 

“Close, really close.” Jungkook doesn’t quite understand the feeling that grows in his abdomen, only that it’s continuing to build as your fingers press harshly into him. He barely registers the feeling of your hand leaving his aching cock, mind too preoccupied with the incoming orgasm. “Coming.” His entire body shakes, hands searching for any sort of contact as they wrap around your body, pulling you closer to him. Jungkook’s sure he’s never experienced something like this before, sure he’s never come this hard in his entire life. 

“Easy, Kook. It’s okay.” You help him through it, milking it for the most pleasure you can give him. Slowly easing your ministrations to a stop, you plant kisses around his face. Jungkook cums harder than you’ve ever seen, thighs still shaking against your body as he rides it out. “You okay?” He looks like he’s just run a marathon, chest heaving as he comes back. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Kook huffs, flushed bright red underneath you. 

“I’ll be right back? Okay?” He nods, allowing you to slip from his legs and instead begin to rummage through your bedside dresser. His eyes burn into your skin as you finally find it, the overly realistic strap-on held in place by a leather harness. “You still sure about this, bun?” You have to fight to untangle it, embarrassment following across your cheeks as you work on putting it on over your lace panties. Jungkook doesn’t even register your struggle as he watches. 

“Yeah, yes. Please, Y/n.” Jungkook whimpers, cock throbbing as it slaps against his stomach. Nervousness sets in as you resume your spot in between his legs, hands rubbing along his thighs as they tense beneath your touch. “You’ll be gentle, right? Please?” He whimpers, taking one of your hands in his own. 

“I’ll be as gentle as you are with me.” You giggle, slowly pushing his thighs back up to press his hips into the mattress. “Kidding, of course, I’ll be gentle, Kook,” You reassure, finally dropping the small nag as you once again fish for the lube. Jungkook fights the whimper that threatens to fall past his lips as he watches you lube yourself up, eyebrows scrunched together. “Ready bun?” 

His lips are caught between his teeth as he nods, one of his hands meeting your own that holds his knee back. Leaning forward, you offer a quick kiss before starting. It’s slow, his chest heaving as you slowly allow the head to slip inside. 

“You’re okay, bun.” You hum, redirecting a free hand to slowly jerk his cock. Sliding in slightly further, a loud moan slips past his lips as you brush along his prostate, cock throbbing in your hold. You have to talk him through it, sliding in inch by inch and allowing him to readjust each time. Rocking your hips slightly, Jungkook slowly takes the last inch before you’re fully inside, the base of the strapon grinding slightly against his skin. “You alright bun?” You coo, gently pulling an arm away from his flushed face. 

Jungkook’s eyes are slightly watery, lips shining and bright red from how much he’s bitten down on them. Allowing him to adjust, you lean down to kiss him, lips sliding against one another as you grind against him. With a small nod from Jungkook, he encourages you back up. 

“You’re so deep.” He whimpers as a response, clenching and unclenching around you. If only you could feel it, you’re sure you’d go insane. Seeing him so fucked out, pinned underneath your hold, whimpering and crying as he takes it., and being able to feel it? You’re bordering insane already. “Move, please.” Jungkook whines, so genuine that it causes you to clench around nothing. 

“So good for me, Kook.” You praise, sliding out and easily pushing in in one swift thrust. The sound it makes is absolutely lewd, adding to your insanity. 

“Fuck! Fuck!” 

“So whiny, crying and I’ve barely started bun. Barely even moving right now.” You tease, watching as his cock bounces with each taunt. You can’t help but grind against him, feeling the faint warmth of his skin on your lower stomach. 

“Yeah? Thought you wanted to be rough with me?” Jungkook knows what he’s doing, knows how much he’s essentially fucking himself over with his words, but he doesn’t care. He’s in trouble as you hike his thighs up with ease, pinning him to the bed how he pins you constantly. Vulnerability spreads throughout his entire body, open wide in front of you before you’re following, thighs pressed against the curves of his ass. 

“Bun, be careful with your words.” You tease, giving him one hard snap of your hips to prove your point. It gets it across easily, forcing a moan past his lips which you swallow in a sloppy kiss. Jungkook’s burning up from the inside out, watching as your chest bounces each time you rock your hips into him, feeling the warmth of your skin each time you bottom out. His legs are hiked up higher than he’s ever been, knees almost touching the bed beside his torso as you fold him in half. “You alright, bun?” You ask, not paying much attention as your mind is focused on wedging your hands in the folds of his knees better. 

“Yeah, yeah. I just didn’t know this would feel so intense?” He mumbles, hands reaching around his legs to hold your forearms in his palms. Moans fill your bedroom, Jungkook unable to hold back a single one. “Vulnerable? Feel this good? I don’t know which term I’m looking for.” 

“Vulnerable? You feel vulnerable Kook? Do you want me to slow down-”

“No! No, I don’t feel vulnerable with you.” Jungkook wears a soft smile across his face, quickly broken as you rock harder into him. “The position is just…compromising I suppose.”

You can’t help but giggle at him. “Good, bun. I’m glad.” Grinning, you catch his lips in a quick kiss before pulling away once again. To get more leverage, (you’re going off of stuff you’ve seen Jungkook do,) you push yourself up onto your feet. “Being so good, taking me so well.”

“Are you, fuck fuck ah,” He whines, clenching around you as you’re able to finally set a steady pace, using your legs as leverage. “Are you mating pressing me right now?” Jungkook cracks in between moans, trying his hardest to maintain his composure. His brows are scrunched together, lips bit bright red as his lids struggle to stay open, completely and utterly fucked out. There’s a thin layer of sweat slowly building, making his skin shine prettily. 

“Wish I could feel you Kook, wish I could.” You ignore his previous comment, eyebrows scrunching together as you focus on your movements. In any other context, Jungkook would coo at you and rub the small wrinkle that forms out with both thumbs, place a kiss there maybe. But in this context, with the concentration you’re giving him, it’s a scary one.

“Fuck, don't say that. Don't know how I’d react if I was able to feel you.” He reaches, teasingly pulling you in by your hip and throwing off your balance.

“I’m about to slip a fucking sleeve over your cock so you stop being such a smartass, bun.” You growl, snapping hard into him. It’s the whinest moan you think you’ve ever heard from Jungkook since you’ve met him, cock jumping at the threat. “Such a whore, Kook.” You can’t help but quip, watching as he stifles the moan that threatens to spill out. 

“Think I’m gonna cum again,” His hands move to rest on his forehead, covering his face from you. 

“Uhh uhh, you know better than that bun.” The smugness drips from your voice, one of your hands coming to pin Jungkook’s hands away from his red face. “C'mon, don’t make me punish you, cum for me like a good boy.” There’s a feral-ness in your voice, wanting to see him squirm underneath you, cry for you as he cums. Your hips snap on their own accord, watching as his soft pink lips part with each moan you work out of him. 

“Fuck, Kook. So beautiful underneath me feels like I’m gonna die,” You complain with a smile, leaning over his body to bite softly into his chest. And you move to nip his neck, then the very base of his jaw, before moving back to his chest again to mark him. “Can't take it, how good you are.” You praise more, watching as he teeters on the very edge of his orgasm. His brain genuinely melts, jaw falling slack just the slightest bit as he full-body cums again, legs shaking around your waist. Jungkook breaks your hold on his arms, pulling your body close as he kisses you, sloppy and needy. Your palms trail along his skin, offering comfort to his shaking thighs and heaving chest as you slowly soothe them. “Easy, bun, easy.” You coo in between kisses, eventually slowing the needy kisses down to gentle and slow to help him catch his breath. 

“Holy shit,” He finally offers, making you chuckle as you softly smooth his messy hair, pushing his bangs away from his sweaty forehead.

“You’re making such a fucking mess, bun. Just fuckin oozing everywhere like a whore, can't help it huh?” Teasing, you swipe at his abdomen to collect some of it, showing it off on your fingers. Jungkook can't help but tremble, whines spilling past his lips from your teasing. “You okay? Wanna take a break?” You check in after dropping your teasing tone, sitting up a bit on your heels to assess him. There are way more bite marks than you remember giving him, some showing the indents of your teeth in his flesh. It makes your cheeks warm, thumbs swiping the bite marks gently to try and smooth them out (it doesn’t work at all.) 

“No, no, I think I have one more in me at least. God, pretty girl, fuckin feral huh?” Jungkook smiles, rubbing over the bite marks himself. Embarrassment overcomes you, cheeks reddening as all you can do is smile. “I like it.” 

“What can I say, gotta mark what’s mine.” You offer cheekily, leaning in for one last kiss before resuming. “You think you can take it on your knees?”

“Oh fuck,” It’s more of a whimper than anything, Jungkook knowing this is, in fact, going to be the last one before his mind melts entirely. “Think I might die if I take it on my knees.” He offers, whimpering as you slide out of him to allow him to move. If Jungkook was luckier, you suppose you’d go easier on him, maybe whisper sweet nothings into his ear as you give him back shots. As he flips over, ass waving in the air, you feel as if you’ve been starved for the last year. His waist looks smaller than normal like this, shoulder muscles flexing as he rests on his arms, thighs shaking just the slightest bit from his previous 2 orgasms. 

Definitely not going to be gentle, you discern. Your hands instinctively reach for his ass, lightly slapping this skin underneath your palms to test his reaction. He offers a muffled groan, pushing his ass back into you. Slapping slightly harder, his skin begins to redden into a faint handprint. “My little whore.” You can't stop yourself, Jungkook pushing himself back once again. Pushing yourself up onto your knees, you easily slip in the head, earning a throaty groan from Kook. “God, bun.” Is all you can manage, reaching over into your bedside drawer to fish out another toy. “Be good and get this wet for me, alright?” You almost purr, a giant smile spread across your face as you hand him the fleshlight. 

You slide into him with a wet shhlickk, humming softly as your hips meet his soft skin. Glancing around to the best of your ability, Jungkook’s obviously conflicted as he steals glances at the bottle of lube that sits near him. “Bun, I said wet it.” You drawl, leaning over his body to reach, Jungkook letting out a whine from how deep you are. You take it from his stilled hands, his mind too preoccupied with the way your hips press into his ass. “Cum a couple of times and can’t think, huh?” You tease, pushing the toy up to his lips, grinding it against him as he begins eating it out. 

Jungkook groans, so deep and throaty that you would've sworn he just came without even being stimulated, mind beginning to catch up to all the sensations. “Please, move Y/n. Can’t take it, too deep.” Kook whimpers, pushing his ass harder into your hips. Death grip still around the toy, you're unmoving. 

“Bun, cmon. Be good for me, this is the first thing I've asked of you this entire time.” It’s a sight for your sore eyes, pink tongue slipping into the clear center as his eyebrows form that familiar crease between them with concentration. The hand not holding the toy slides around his torso, gently rubbing over his sensitive chest and nipples to give him some sort of touch. You can't help but clench around nothing, watching as his jaw flexes and tenses with each movement. Pulling it away, you're almost drooling with desire. “You gonna let me be rough with you, bun?” You tease, easily sliding the toy partially over him. 

He just shakes underneath you, absolutely quivers as he sinks into the toy. “Yes, please. Please be rough, be mean,” He whines, biting down hard on his lower lip as you rock into him, forcing him to rock into the toy in turn. 

“See Kook? I move, you move.” You can’t help but smile, chest still flush against his back as you allow him to get used to it. Both hands find his chest, squeezing, pinching, and rubbing wherever they can. Jungkook’s basically panting underneath you, abs clenched hard in concentration as he tries not to cum embarrassingly early. “Gonna move now, alright?” He offers a nod as an answer, eyes screwed shut and lips bit down. 

You force a deep moan out of him with the very first thrust of your hips, not only hitting his prostate but forcing him completely into the clear toy underneath him. “Gonna cum early Kook? Feels too good, huh? Just so many different sensations happening at once.” You tease him. Reaching forward, you pull hard on the back of his hair, Jungkook’s being forced up onto his hands.

“Feels good, really good. Too good.” He almost babbles, making the heat in your abdomen pool. “Don't wanna cum yet, but might.” He whimpers, mouth falling open as you snap your hips hard into him. Without even thinking, you allow your fingers to slip into his mouth, pressing down hard on his tongue. Jungkook genuinely drools, coating your fingers and creating a string that falls onto the covers. “Lemme cum, wanna cum, bad.” 

“You have to ask nicely.” You grit, grinding into him. One of your arms wraps around his torso, holding him close. Your lips meet his shoulder, biting down slightly on the warm skin.

“Please lemme cum.” It’s the best you’re going to get in his current state, mind seconds from leaving his head completely. 

“Go head bun, come hard for me.” You coo, keeping your antics up to the best of your ability given the exhaustion slowly creeping up on you. (You’re older than Kook, give yourself a break. You don’t have as much stamina as the boy.) “Be good and let me hear you, bun.” You could cum just from listening to him, whining, moaning, and borderline crying as he cums for the last time of the night. His thighs shake against yours, hands creating fists around the covers as his knuckles go white. “Easy, Kook. Easy, you’re okay.” You help him through it, hands roaming his body to help ground him with your touch. Slowly, you maneuver him back down to his elbows to rest. “Gonna slide out, okay, I’ll be careful.” Talking him through it, you help him onto his back, tossing the toys aside to be cleaned. 

“Holy fuck.” Jungkook whines, covered in his own fluids as he finally rests entirely. There’s drool covering his chest, absolutely lewd as he peers up at you with half-open eyes. “Gonna have to do that again, sometime.” 

“You okay, Jungkook?” You ask gently, taking him into your arms as your lips meet for the millionth time that night. 

Jungkook beams at you, the widest and most cheesy smile you’ve seen in a while. “Of course, babe. More than okay, thank you for doing that with me.” He grins, cupping your face in one hand as he kisses you. 

“C'mon, let’s go take a bath. I don't think your legs could stand long enough for a shower.” You tease. He knows you're right, but he profusely denies it in an attempt to prove you wrong and show just how strong he is. (He needs your help walking to the bathroom, wobbly legs himself.) You allow him to keep his dignity, not bullying him too much on the way to the tub.

“Wait, you didn’t cum did you?” Jungkook makes the sudden revelation in the bathroom, pulling you close to his chest. Your hands meet his biceps, small smiles spreading across both of your faces.

“No, but it’s okay I- KOOK!” He catches you off guard as he easily dips a hand into your panties, fingers immediately slipping through your folds from how wet you are. “It’s okay, I enjoyed seeing you like that for me regardless, I don't have to cum to enjoy things you know?” 

“Hmmm, but it’d make me feel a lot better.” Jungkook cheekily smiles, already working you up as he slots his thigh in between your own. “Please cum for me, just once. I’ll lend you my fingers, please cum on my fingers.” He’s basically begging, waiting for you to nod before moving his hand anymore. It's hotter than you would've thought, you riding his fingers while standing, sloppily making out as he swallows your moans with soft groans, bodies held close together, warm skin against warm skin. “Sound so pretty, angel. These sounds just for me, all mine,” He mumbles against your lips, making you clench hard around him. 

“Just a bit more, Kook. Almost there,” You whine loudly, grinding against him.

“I’ve got you, bun’s got it.” Jungkook easily takes you there, basically knows your body like the back of his hand. Your knees part more to allow his hand to move more freely, legs shaking slightly as you stand on your toes. 

“Cumming Kook.” Eyebrows scrunching together, the pool that’s been hot in your stomach finally overflows, your poor cunt aching as you cum. Jungkook does his best to ride you through it for as long as possible, milking it for all it’s worth. “Too much, hurts.” You whimper against Jungkook’s neck, softly grabbing his wrist.

“I love you. I fucking love you so much.” Jungkook removes his hand as quickly as he shoved it in your panties, pulling you close as he kisses you. 

“Oh my god! Get in the tub, we’re going to be fucking in my bathroom if we keep this up.” You giggle, softly pushing him toward the already-filled tub. 

“Fine, even though that seems like a fun time too,” Jungkook complains, climbing in. His eyes never leave your frame as you take off your panties, dropping them in the laundry before slipping in behind him. “Hot.”

“Kook, shhhhhhhh.” The both of you laugh, Jungkook moving to rest against your torso. Placing a hand on his forehead, you softly pull his head back to rest it on your shoulder. “I love you too, Jungkook. Always have.” You kiss his cheek softly, hands coming to hold his head gently as you do. Jungkook pretends to hate it, jokingly pulling away from your lips as you kiss him multiple times. You’re sure he’s blushing, but he ferociously avoids looking at you as you try to see his cheeks better to tease. 

He’s 100% blushing as he sits up away from you, you're sure of it. He offers a “nuh uh” before you're slapping a hand across his eyes, yanking him down once more. It makes the both of you laugh loudly, water sloshing against the tub walls. Finally, he gives in. “Fine, whatever. Love you too.”

“Love you more, wobbly legs.”

If you have any comments, feedback, etc, please let me know in the tags or comments! I always love to hear from readers and listen to your thoughts! Thank you for reading. 

Love, G <3

[shovelbug]

Arven x reader who was in a toxic relationship in the past and now trying to heal, please?

here you are, anon. i hope it is to your liking.

arven x reader who is trying to heal from a toxic relationship HCs

Arven, at first, is at a bit of a loss of what to do. He doesn't have much experience in this sort of thing. But you're dear to him, and have helped him when he needed it most. So of course he tries to do the same for you.

He'll fix some of your favorite food and sit beside you if you want to talk about it. He'll be mostly quiet, but you can see his expression darken when you explain how this person hurt you. He'll let you lean on him, and will give your hand a reassuring squeeze. Whatever you need, a hug, to cry, he's there.

If you do decide to talk about it, don't be surprised when he gets angry on your behalf. How someone could hurt you like that is beyond him, and it makes his blood boil. If he wasn't so focused on taking care of you, he isn't sure what he'd do. The person who hurt you had better hope they never meet him.

He tells you he'll set Mabosstiff on them in a joking tone, but in truth he's actually heavily considered it.

Speaking of Mabosstiff, Arven will often have the big puppy around, too. His fur is surprisingly soft, and if it helps keep your mind off things or help you feel better, Arven's all for it. It warms his heart to see two of his greatest treasures getting along, and Mabosstiff is more than happy to receive your attention.

It's a little hard to be sad when trying to avoid being crushed by the very enthusiastic dog pokemon while he settles on your lap.

If you'd rather not talk about it, Arven understands. He's a little unsure of what exactly to do, and will be grateful if you tell him what you need from him, so he can focus on that.

Of course, he makes you plenty of sandwiches. It's his main way of showing his care, and it doubles when he's worried, so expect him to ask if you've eaten and insist you have something even more than usual.

Sometimes, he'll pull you out from your dorm randomly, saying something like "I need to search for ingredients outside, and I need you skills, little buddy!" when in reality, it's an excuse. He worries that you'll isolate yourself, so he tries to do things with you to get your mind off things if he thinks you're too cooped up.

He may be a little clumsy, but Arven cares for you very much and will do whatever he can to help you heal.

[matenrou-fan]

three seperate scenario of toki, jakurai, ichiro waking up really horny and slowly fucking their s/o? she is laying in front of them and they lift her leg to slip in from behind (but it's not anal lol!)

uhhh I am so so sorry idk any pthing about OM so i can't request :(

Samatoki, Jakurai, Ichiro with fem!s/o (+morning sex)

femreader, humping, fingering (receiving), rough sex;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

-Despite he's such an overprotective softie in relationships, there's also a pretty naughty side of him, so Samatoki never would be that ashamed of seeing some wet dreams that involve you, he's only enjoying it. But it's really rare when he wakes up that horny after such a good sleep.

-But it's actually neither the first nor last time he felt such desire after lewding you in dreams. If you sleep at this moment, he prefers to just go to the bathroom and calm himself down, but sometimes it's really too much and his own hand won't help. Just like today, a copy of you in his mind was just too bold in his fantasies.

-So Samatoki just move to your closer, hugging from behind. He probably should do the opposite, as the soft scent of your warm skin just makes his dick twitch more, but he can't, it's like his hands freeze around your waist the second he wraps his arms around your body.

-"Babe.. Babe, are you sleeping?" - A low, hoarse after night voice slowly wakes you up, and even while being so sleepy, you can't help but notice how hot it actually sounds. - "Heh, what with this smile? You already know what I want?"

-Of course you know, because as soon as you open your eyes and look at the pale face of your boyfriend, his hands lowered to your hip. Oh, and you can feel this pressure against your butt when he leans closer to your smaller figure.

-But no matter how horny Samatoki are, he wants to heat your mind too, playing with your body a little before actually pushing himself inside. His arms already know all your sensitive places, squeezing your nipples between fingers while his glans stroking your folds through the thin fabric of your pajamas.

-During casual sessions your boyfriend loves to make you the one to whine for more, yet today there's not that much patience in his nerves. So pretty soon, when his dick would slowly soak in your juices, Samatoki finally pulled down your shorts and slowly but surely thrust in till the very end.

-Getting too carried away is definitely one of the points in the list of bad habits of your boyfriend.. As he doesn't give a single fuck about how many responsibilities and tasks waits for him outside your shared bedroom, he wouldn't stop until you two get enough of each other bodies.

-And trust me, as soon as you start calling his name in such a desperate voice, all last thought would fade away from his mind as Samatoki just wants to keep pounding you senseless.

-For him, it's very unusual to suddenly feel such an unsuppressable urge, especially early in the morning, when he just wakes up and immediately starts thinking about you and your body, sleeping next to him.

-A usual morning routine for Jakurai is to get up and check his blood pressure and temperature, yet today there's another problem that needs to be solved - his half hardened dick, that keeps pulsing in his home shorts.

-He probably should just quickly take a shower and deal with his fantasies all alone? Yet even for someone with great patience and self-control as Jakurai, it's kinda hard to resist this wish to touch your shoulder or to lean closer to your smooth hair. The sweet aroma of your shampoo is so luring..

-Small, light kisses on the neck would quickly wake you up, and only after that Jakurai would cling closer, wrapping his hands around your waist. Some deep shame would tickle his chest, aren't he too old to be so needy? Yet it feels like words escape his lips faster than he was able to think about them properly.

-"Ah.. Good morning, my dear.. The morning has just begun, but I think I'm already falling for your charm again.." - your lover whispers right in your ear, sending electric waves of goosebumps down your spine. - "So I hope you will forgive me for such impudence.."

-Even in an internal frenzy, Jakurai so soft and loving, thinking about your pleasure even more than about his own, as he doesn't want to just use you. Despite waking up absolutely hungry for your body, there's an even bigger appetite for intimate emotions in his soul, the real connection..

-So everything would be gentle and passionate, as always when Jakurai is being a dom. Preparing you long and well with his slim fingers, while you pressing your back to his warm chest, mewling in pleasure.. Sweet nothings and small praises in your ear as he slowly slides inside, pushing your clenching walls.

-And of course so much attention to your lips, chest and clit, as he slowly starts trusting in, enjoying the wet tightness of your pussy. Only your ardent reaction through small whimpers and lazily, but needy movements of your hips makes his arousal stronger. Only your desire raises his desire to the highest point.

-How lucky you both are, to not have any work shifts today.. As it seems Jakurai wouldn't have enough of your adorable morning cumming face after just one round.

-Well.. Even in his pure mind sometimes can awoke a few naughty thoughts, especially when he can't control his mind and it shows him the deepest desires of his soul.

-And probably the one who would wake up first today would be you, as these desperate whimpers behind you get too loud, and his arms trembling so much as Ichiro cling closer to you, shyly calling your name through sweet dreams.

-How can you not tease him a little? Leaning back to press yourself to his shaking with deep, unsteady breaths, chest. Maybe whisper his name a few times too, while wiggling your hips a bit to grind back, rubbing against a hard twitching bulge in his pajama pants.

-"M.. S/o, s/o, I'm so close.." - a sudden loud gasp breaks from his chest as Ichiro finally wakes up with a nagging ache between his thighs and notices your sly grin. - "A-ah, s/o, g-good morning…! Did I wake you up…?"

-He always feels so ashamed when you catch him like that! Yet sometimes it feels like his dick gets even harder in such situations, happy to finally get more attention. And the way you coo at your boyfriend, willing to help with such a shameful urge drew him to follow this primal instinct.

-The dream is so realistic but never enough, and he's too hungry for just the warmth of your skin and the sweet odours of your body. So for a few minutes Ichiro just wants to feel you more, to calm down his tickling mind through hot kisses and libidinous foreplay with your chest, while his dick keeps humping against your hips so fast and needy.

-And oh how amusing yet arousing his groans sound when his trembling hand finally lifts your leg, allowing him to slip in. For a moment he just froze in place, as he always does after getting inside you fully, just enjoying how pulses of your walls wrapped around his whole length.

-And after that.. Some unsteady, sloppy movements, that quickly speed up as Ichiro whines more and more right in your ear just how tight you are early in the morning. Just how good it feels, to be greeted with your delicious pussy like that. Best wake up in his life.

-God.. Just how lucky you're that both Jiro and Saburo stayed overnight in their friends houses, as these loud slaps of hips to hips and weak but loud high pitched moans would be heard all over the house for a whole morning today.

[fragaria-imagines]

hellooooo!!! i saw your hugging hcs for red bouquet and omg they were so cute!! you have amazing writing talent bestie <33

can i request the same thing but this time for the blue bouquet?

Ahh thank you for your kind words anon!! I got some request for a continuation of the hugging hcs for Blue Bouquet so here we go!

Cielomort: Cielomort hugs feels like you’re on Cloud 9. Something about his hugs that are so warm and welcoming, that you make feel safe and protected just by being in his embrace. Cielomort prefers long and tight hugs this way he’ll know that you’re okay and well.

Kurode: Hugging Kurode is the equivalent of hugging a brick wall. He’s very awkward, very stiff, didn’t know where to place his hands so he ends up awkwardly patting your back, hugging just didn’t come naturally to him because he never received it growing up. However, he’s trying to get better at it thanks to the help of you and his members. His favorite way of hugging is the one where he puts his arm around your neck because it’s more comfortable to him and less awkward, whilst also showering you in affection.

Willmesh: Willmesh doesn’t like to give people hugs, not because he doesn’t like them but more so he feels awkward and uncomfortable asking people for hugs or receiving an hug. But on the off chance that he gives you a hug because you were having a really crappy day and just needed someone to hold on to, Willmesh would gladly embrace you until you feel better. Willmesh, hands down gives out the best hugs in the Blue Bouquet and he doesn’t even know it. He’s so big and warm that his hugs make people feel safe and secure.

Louterstella: When you look at Louterstella, most people would think he’s fragile like a porcelain doll due to his soft looks and is someone who’s a bit closed off and not warm. But that couldn’t be further from the truth! Louterstella is actually very affectionate and his hugs are known to be very strong and captivating, almost rivaling Willmesh’s bear hugs. Whenever you’re having a bad day or going through it, Louterstella would be the one to wrap his arms around you and tell you that everything is going to be okay.

Klarkstella: Klarkstella is such a stubborn tsundere that nine times out of ten he would want a hug from you but is too embarrassed and stubborn to ask so most of the time you’re the one initiating the hugs. Klarkstella is surprisingly clingly so he’s holding on to you, good luck trying to get rid of him. He likes hugging you from the back because he can easily hide his face in your shoulder so you won’t see how embarrass he is from hugging you.

Myunna: Myunna loves receiving and giving hugs, it’s his favorite thing to do. His hugs feel so light and soft like flour and no matter how many times he does it, he can’t get enough of it! He hugs you from the back, front, side, hips, legs, anywhere where he can reach you!

[sugar-sweets-fanfic]

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Frederick Chilton × Fem!Reader

⚠️ Warning(s) ⚠️- MINORS DNI; Dominant Reader, a little oral (male receiving), hand job, restricting, choking, nursing kink, condom breaking.

Plot - Its your 15th anniversary. The two of you have a nice night. With a nice meal and some wine. The best way to end the night was some intimacy. You may get a little overboard.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵. He actually remembered your anniversary. It had been 15 years. So you didn't give him TOO much credit. However, you allowed him to take you out. The two of you enjoyed a lovely evening. Fancy food and expensive drinks. Reliving some old fond memories. You felt more than amazing. Due to being so dolled up. Feeling the need, though you didn't care to do it for him. But tonight was different. So you wore his favorite black dress. Those heels that 'make you ass so fine'. Though oddly enough he was being genuinely sweet. Touching your hand a lot and doing things he didn't normally do. Opening every door for you, pulling out your seat. Giving you constant kisses. Not the tongue down your throat kind. The soft tender ones. On your cheek, neck, temple, and hand.

After the meal, he helped you into the car. Since you were a tad tipsy. Leaning back against the leather seat. The air filled with wine and his devine aftershave. Music warming your senses. It was dark outside, yet was illuminated by the buildings around. The street lights hitting your eyes, reflecting beautifully against your hues. Humming softly with the music. You feel a warm sensation grow on your inner thigh. Glancing down, you see Frederick's hand. It was gripping you firmly.

"You've been such a good...date tonight." You mew.

"Well, it's a big anniversary for us. Fifteen years? Damn—where has the time gone..?"

You let out a soft giggle. Leaning over a bit. Your hand planted on the back of his. Your head touches his shoulder. Bunching up your curly hair. "Mm.. I dunno. But we have some good memories..dont we?" You smile at him. He returned the expression. Though he kept his main focus on the road. The rest of the ride was somewhat silent. Besides from the music. Although, it was pretty nice. Just enjoying one another's presence.

∘ ∘ ∘ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ

Tossing your purse and kicking off your heels. As Frederick removes his jacket and hangs it by the door. You hug him from behind. Melting against his back as you inhale his cologne. He places his hand on top of yours. Looking over his shoulder to try to see you. "I take it you had a nice night? Hm? I tried my best to impress you.. since I think I bore you nowadays." He chuckled.

"What? D..Darling. Of course I enjoyed it. You don't bore me.. why do you think you do?"

"Oh...no reason. Just it being so long. I just thought...— we haven't done anything nice together in a long time." He mumbled. His tone a touch saddened.

You let out a sigh of compassion. Feeling as though your work had taken it all over. You never do make time for Frederick. But you both were here now. Your hands slip around his torso. Soon finding the buttons to his vest. You begin to undo them. "I'm sorry baby. I should make more time for you.." uttering out as you continue to undo the buttons. You peck against the side of his neck lightly.

Both actions cause him to stiffen. His face growing flushed with heated emotions. "Heh..oh..I uhh..—Don't apologize. I shouldn't complain. We are both busy with work and very much buried in it." He chuckled awkwardly. The flushed discolor to his skin growing. Especially when you remove his vest. Tossing it aside in a playful manner.

You set it to the side and get in front of him. Reaching out for him to grab your hand. "C'mon..I really really need my Frederick. I need you..bad.." you wink playfully. Of course he takes your hand. Smiling bashfully to himself as you lead both of you to the bedroom.

Once inside, he gently backs you up against a wall. Growing super close to you. Instictually, you place your hands on his shoulders. Frederick leans in pressing his lips against yours. You hum softly in pleasure. He caresses your curves, until he reaches down. Getting the bottom of your dress. Lifting it up slowly. You allow him to remove your dress. Before going back in for more kisses. "Mmm..you're so delicious." You tease him. Soon slipping your hands down his torso.

"Yeah? Maybe you should place those lips somewhere else that would taste delicious." He flirted back. Eyeing you with such hunger.

You grin lightly, letting out a giggle. Biting your own bottom lip. "Is that what you want? My lips around your cock?" You bluntly respond. Your hands finding his belt and soon began to undo it. Getting to his zipper as you never break eye contact.

He nods, "yeah.. I think I may need you more than you need me." He chuckled a little.

"I dunno about that. Because I need you to get your pants off. Right. Now."

Frederick quickly does what you demand. He even removed his shoes and boxers. He began to unbutton his undershirt. You stop him by cupping his face. Clashing your lips with his. These kisses a lot more aggressive and wet. Your lipstick staining his lips now. Both of you lightly moaning against one another's mouth. You break away, letting out soft pants. Before leaning down and finding his belt. "Lay down..baby." You watch as he does exactly what you say. Soon getting on the bed with him. You gesture for him to move his arms up. Within a few moments. You had his wrists tied up against the headboard with the belt.

"Wow..aren't you kinky." Frederick smirked.

"Well..you are really cute when I get to dominate you." You laugh softly.

"Cute? I wasn't really looking for that compliment.." he pouted.

You take out a condom as he whines about being called cute. "Don't be a baby." You move down and open up his shirt. Kissing down his stomach. As he tugs against the restraint. "Is this dirty talk or are you having fun insul—...ahhh..y/n.." he groaned sharply.

Your mouth warming his cock. Sucking heavily against his girth. Moving your head up and down at a slow pace. Feeling him grow in your mouth. You pull up and suck deep against his tip. Using your hand to stroke the rest. Your tongue teasing the slit. Your hand squeezing as you stroke his length. Popping your mouth off his tip. Your lipstick smeared and some left on his nether-regions.

"Do I taste Delicious?"

"Yeah..you taste so damn good baby."

"Then keep sucking..please."

"Awww.. but I need that cock baby. Inside of me. Don't you want me to fuck you?" You stop stroking him.

He tugged against the belt. "Oh God yes."

Ripping open the packet. Rolling the condom on. You take off your underwear and bra. He watches every movement you make. You get back on top. Sinking on top of his erection. Your lips parting as you moan. Enjoying the sensation of his size stretching her out.

"Oh baby...be rough with me. I want it." He begged in a shakey tone.

"Oh? Is that what you want? Mmm..I'll be rough with ya." You coo.

Placing your hands against his chest. Bouncing at a steady pace, rolling your hips hars against his. He groaned at each thrust you gifted him. You adore watching his face scrunch and contort with pleasure. You begin to grind harder. Causing the bed to creak and shake aggressively. Cussing softly under your breath. You lean up closer to him. Your hands slip up and cup his face. You lock eyes with him. Before you dip in and kiss him sloppily. He eagerly kisses you back. One of your hands brush through his hair. Getting it all messy, just the way you like it.

Both your body's grow moist with sweat. His wrists growing red from tugging against his restraints. "Mmm.. please.. let me touch you. Nnn f-fuck! Please please please..!"

Your body aches from how he begs. "O...nn..o-okay.." you moaned deeply. Still rolling your hips rough against his. Slowly reaching up to undo the belt. Frederick took no time and kissed at your breasts. Since they were near. Once free, he holds you tight. One hand on your back. The other cupping one of your breasts. As the other was sucked on.

You stare down at him with need. The way he gave you such attention. It made you hump him harder. Tightening your walls at each thrust. Practically trying to milk him. "Frederick..! You make me feel so good!!" You cry out.

His lips wrapped around your nipple. Tongue massaging the harden bud. His eyes half-lidded. He releases to get some more air in. "Harder..please. I'm so damn close..!!" He groaned sharply. His hands land on your hips. You want to make him cum. Want to get him to bust. Sitting up straight. You really begin to bounce on him. Letting out louder moans. Somewhat screaming out at each bounce. Everytime his cock was fully inside. It hurt so wonderfully. Like a nice sweat sting of pain. It was just so deep inside, jabbing your cervix.

"Oh f-fuck...nnnn..! I think the condom broke.." you tried slowing down. But Frederick wouldn't let you. His grip tight on your hips. Making you bounce. "I dont care... I need it! Fuck—I know you n...ahhh..n..n..need it!!" He grumbled out. "Cum on it...cum on my bare cock." He begged in a deep sigh.

Your hands land ontop of his. He was right. You needed this just as much as he did. Your cheeks redden as you simply nod in agreement. "Okay..." you whimper. As you start to fuck him rapidly again.

Frederick was addicted. He could feel it all. Feel every inch of your walls. Against his bare shaft and tip. How truly wet you were. How warm and soft you were. He even began thrusting up against your bouncing. Making the friction even better. "Fuck fuck fff..FUCK!" He cried out in blissful pleasure. You crumble at the feel of it. How hot and thick his cum felt.

You stopped bouncing as your climax hits you hard. Your eyes glisten at how good it truly felt. Frederick pulls you in, hugging you tight against him. Hushing you softly as you both finish. Your body's relax and sit still.

"I love you so much...god." Frederick sighed lightly.

"I love you too.." you smile. Snuggled against him. "Please..dont let go." You pur.

"Don't worry about that.. I'll hold you all night." He rubs your bare back. Kissing the top of your head. "As long as I can stay inside you for awhile." He chuckles weakly.

"..mhmm..you can stay inside of me. It feels good." You giggle. Nuzzling the side of his neck. "We should do this more often...not just on our anniversary."

[bidisasterevankinard]

your hands keep me warm

buddie/G/ 859 words

Buck always is cold. As much as he remembers he always needed hoodies or jackets when most of his friends would prefer to wear T-shirts. But he wasn’t like them. His hands are always cold and his feets freezing when it's even a little bit chilly.

So he tries to never leave the house without a hoodie or sweater to keep him warm, and for being at home he has a huge collection of comfortable, warm, and super soft hoodies and warm fluffy socks of all the possible colors, and a collection of tea which takes whole cupboard in his kitchen. Buck likes to keep himself warm.

Especially because either way he wouldn’t be able to rest and sleep normally till he's warm and he can super easily catch a cold. Eddie still laughs a lot the moment Buck starts to have a runny nose and sore throat when he was cold for less than twenty minutes.

Buck always just makes a sad face and doesn’t talk with Eddie hiding in the layers of blankets till the cup of tasty tea appears in front of him. But even then he makes Eddie say sorry and only after that takes the cup in his hands, keeping both his big palms around his favorite big mug to try and warm his hands a little.

That’s actually exactly what is happening right now. Really cold and rainy weather came to LA, and no matter how Buck tried to keep himself warm, always wearing warm clothes, having an umbrella with him, and drinking a lot of warm drinks he still caught a cold and now feels really bad, lying in his and his boyfriend's bed, trying to keep himself warm under two blankets and wearing Eddie’s hoodie and sweats and his favorite green socks with hamsters. Chris bought it for his last birthday.

But no matter what normal people would already feel quite warm, Buck still feels like he’s outside in Pennsylvania in winter without clothes. He knows how it feels because once he was dared to do it at a party when he was eighteen.

He knows it’s not the best sight and if he’s not going to feel any warmer soon Eddie would definitely take him to the hospital, but Buck hopes the medicine his boyfriend promised to buy on the way from school, when Buck couldn’t even get up for breakfast with Chris, will help.

Eddie is actually the reason Buck is not in his super dirty from sweating all night in a hoodie and sweats and under the blanket they keep deep inside their wardrobe. Buck has zero strength to change anything in his position, but Eddie insisted on changing Buck in new clothes and giving him another blanket. He also made Buck his favorite tea and light fruit smoothie Buck drank fast and received an incredibly beautiful smile back for this and a kiss on his forehead.

Drifting between sleep and his thoughts, Buck hears how the door is opened, then someone takes off his shoes and goes to the kitchen putting groceries bags there, and comes to their bedroom.

“Are you sleeping?” Buck smiles when he hears how Eddie whispers it, not wanting if he is really asleep to wake him up.

“No, still can’t feel warm enough,” he answers quietly and then starts coughing.

“I’ll go take your medicine and will be back.”

In minutes Eddie is back with some pills and water for him and a sandwich from his favorite place. He ate a half and Eddie is not insisting on more then takes pills and goes back to try and try to fall asleep.

“Stay with me, please? I need hugs. You always keep me warm when we cuddle,” Buck pouts and makes the biggest puppy eyes to make his boyfriend stay with him.

“Of course, just let me take it all to the kitchen.”

Eddie comes back in second and takes off everything except his underwear and on Buck's raised eyebrow he simply answers.

“I’m always warm, even hot, and when you wear a hoodie under one blanket I never even wear a tank top. Now under those blankets, I would die either way. And I think you need a new hoodie,” Eddie takes another hoodie from their wardrobe and quickly changes Buck, but he still shivers when stays naked for a moment.

“I think we can leave one blanket for now, but the warmer one, please,” Buck says, already in position for his boyfriend to spoon him behind.

Eddie just chuckles but leaves one blanket and lies with Buck, moving so close that there is not even a millimeter of space between them, and his chest and stomach are completely pressed against Buck's back, one arm hugs him around the waist, and the other becomes Buck's pillow and Eddie uses it to sort through Buck's curls, knowing that it always soothes him and Buck falls asleep in seconds.

And what is happening now, feeling how Eddie keeps him warm and save and shows him his love Buck falls asleep in minutes.

[nonbinaryeggrolls]

Battle of the Larynx IV

Miguel O’Hara x afab!reader

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4

Synopsis: Having Spider-Man as a boyfriend was becoming increasingly more difficult, and his reoccurring absence is tearing you apart

Warnings: SMUT (rough v & p penetration, use of the term “daddy”, oral f receiving, praise, degradation, breeding kink, unprotected sex,) ANGST to fluff to smut, self destructive Miguel, Wholesome Peter!, Y/N doesn’t get preggy let’s just imagine she’s on birth control, WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT BABES!

MINORS DNI. AGELESS AND MINOR BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

Spider society was bigger than you thought it’d be, SOOOO much bigger. Its 10x bigger than your university was. You and Peter walked silently down the empty halls

Peter: “Lyla you there?”, a woman in all white appeared on his watch greeting Peter, “Is he up there?” He asked

Lyla: “Yeah, he’s been up there for a while.” She responded, “Someone should go talk to him…”

Peter: “Thats all you kid, he’s in the only room on the top floor.” He smiled at you and you pulled him into a soft hug, thanking him for bringing you here.

His floor was quiet and a complete mess. Wires sparking all over the place from being ripped out the wall, desks broken in half and holes punched into the wall; but in the middle of all the wreckage you saw him in the middle of the room with his back turned away.

Y/N: “Miguel?”

Miguel: “…Y/N.” He looked broken when looked back at you, his eye bags were bigger than usual and he was downing countless boxes of empanadas that he had gotten from the cafeteria

Y/N: “Miguel stop you’re going to give yourself stomach cramps.” You ran over and sat down beside him, pushing the boxes of food away so you could sit beside him. You used the sleeve of your sweater and wiped away at the grease and crumbs that were littered all over his face. He kept opening his mouth to say something but no words managed to form, “Talk to me Miggy.”

He crumbled at the sound of his nickname, he didn’t know how much he missed hearing those two syllables until they finally left your lips. Tears started to fall down his cheek and soak your sleeve.

Miguel: “Did you…did you have sex with him?” He finally asked. At first you were confused and thought he actually wondered if he thought you and Peter had sex, but then your eyes widened and realized who he was talking about, “I was just trying to make sure you got home safe, a-and I saw the two of you. God I’m so sorry I pushed you away Y/N, I’m sorry I know I pushed you right to him but please just tell if you—

Y/N: “I’d never. I pushed him away.” He closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. All night he couldn’t get the thought out of his mind; of another man giving you pleasure, making you scream, you moaning a name that wasn’t his. It destroyed him knowing how close he was to losing you to someone else

Miguel: “I’m so s—

Y/N: “I forgive you Miguel.” You said pulling him into hug and allowing him to rest on your chest, “I’m not mad anymore. I understand, you’re a really really complicated person but I know you love me. I know you regret the choices you’ve made these last few months you showed that when you opened up to me. That’s all I needed Miggy, was for you to open up to me and not leave me in the dark like you did every time before. I need you to let me be there for you like I need you to be there for me.” You rocked him back and forth and slowly you felt his breathing calm and his arms wrap tightly around your waist.

Miguel: “I’m so sorry for what I did…I don’t wanna hurt you like this ever again.”

Y/N: “You better not or I’ll have to fucking kill you”

You both giggled and he looked up at you through his puffy red eyes. Miguel draws you in closer and his smooth lips find yours in a passionate long awaited kiss. It’s soft and gentle then suddenly becomes desperate and feral. That warm sensation that you had once forgotten rushed through every corner of your body. You felt your body move on its own and start rocking against his thigh. He moves down to your neck and his breath on your skin makes you shiver

Miguel: “Can I take you home? Please cariño?” He begs and caresses your nipple with the pad of his thum

Y/N: “God yes. Please I want you so bad Miggy…

Miguel practically broke the door down to get into your bedroom, acting like a wild animal gnawing and prying at your baggy clothes. He craved you, it’d had been so long since he knew the warmth of your walls clenching around his cock

His suit disintegrated leaving him in his boxers that showed the outline of his erection and his toned structure. It leaves you hazy with desire. Fuck you missed it so badly, you felt a wetness soak your shorts just at the sight of him.

Miguel: “You’re so beautiful Y/N…so fucking prefect.”

Slowly, he kisses you starting at your lips, then to your neck, and down to your chest. Whispered praises leave his lips with every each kiss he lays on your body. However these ones felt different than all the other times, they felt desperate and needy. As if he was afraid that if he stopped now he’s never get the chance again

Miguel: “I don’t know what I’d do without you…I love you so much, I wanna love you for as long as I can. For as long as you’ll let me…” He lays one final kiss on your lips and presses your body up against his broad chest

Y/N: “Miggy please…” you moaned

Miguel: “What do you want baby? use your words.” He wrapped a firm grip onto your hair and pulled, exposing your neck even more and once again latching his lips on

Y/N: “Please, fuck me already!”

He couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to draw this out as long has he could, make it meaningful, but seeing you in his shirt and those skimpy little rib knit shorts that hugged your ass so well made his member leak and throb

Miguel grabs you by your waist roughly before pushing your back onto the soft mattress. As he spreads your legs apart he palms himself and examines the dampness that is showing through your shorts. He hooks one finger on each side and slides them down revealing your slick pussy

Miguel: “No panties baby? You knew i was gonna fuck you this whole time didn’t you?”

Y/N: “No i didn— OH FUCK!” you screamed at the sensation of his tongue entering your heat and darted at a delicious speed

He ate like he was starving. His lips latched onto your clit, soon entering his ring and middle finger. The two curled and pressed against that spongy sweet spot repeatedly and you swore you saw stars

Miguel: “You taste so good baby, so fucking sweet. I missed this cunt so much.” He said between each lick on your clit.

With each passing moment you felt yourself grow closer and closer. The knot in your stomach grew tighter, god you were almost there

Y/N: “Fuck Miguel Im gonna cum. Fuck! please let me cum!” you pleaded and thrusted your pussy against his mouth

Miguel: “Shit cariño cum for me! Cum so I can rip you open with this dick!” He postponed his fingers into you

Y/N: “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!”

With one last suck on your bud you feel the knot snap. Your eyes roll back and you spasm in his grasp as your orgasm hits you like a truck. Your legs tremble as you come down from your high. Miguel brings you into a sloppy and moist kiss mixed with both his saliva and your juices.

You feel his tip position at your entrance but a twinge of hesitation shows in his face

Y/N: “It’s okay Miguel, you can be rough with me. I want it to be just like before.” you say through heavy breathes

Miguel: “Are you sure?” He asks. You bring him into another kiss this time slower and deeper, grabbing onto his locks

Y/N: “Fuck me like you hate me.” you whisper in his ear

It was all the incentive he needed. He grips the meat of your thighs and rams his cock into your tight cunt, not caring if you needed time to adjust. Your cries go ignored as he bullied his dick into you at an unforgiving pace, each thrust making your walls cling to his girth.

The moans Miguel let out were downright pornographic and they filled the room. The room is filled with your combined screams, grunts, and the sound of your skin slapping against eachother

Miguel: “Oh my fucking god baby, you’re so fucking tight Aaagh! Look how fucking good your pretty little cunt is taking me. I SAID FUCKING LOOK AT ME WHEN I FUCK YOU!” he screamed and pulled you in by your throat extracting a loud whimper from you

You couldn’t stop squirming in his hold, his cock was hitting every spot so perfectly

Miguel: “Look at it baby, look at the mess you’re making.” You glanced down at where the two of you connected. Your essence mixing together with his and glazing his shaft. The milky ring that started to form at the base of his shaft made Miguel’s cock twitch

Y/N: “Your so big Miggy, you stretch me so good every fucking time. No one fucks me like you do!”

Suddenly Miguel flips you over and shoves your face into the mattress. You feel a hard slap against your ass, it brings out a moan so sexy Miguel felt as if he could cum right then and there.

Miguel: “Fucking right baby nobody fucks this pussy like I do.” He groans while shoving his cock back in side of you, “If he ever tries to touch you again I’ll rip out his throat.” He whispers in your ear, his new possessiveness made you absolutely feral

His strokes are different now, they’re slow and deep

Y/N: “Miggy I’m so close, I’m almost there!” You sniffled

Miguel: “Beg for it, or I’ll pull out and leave you here to finish yourself off.” He lied of course, he was too close to cumming to stop now but he wanted to here you cry for his release

Y/N: “Please daddy! I want to feel you pump my pussy full of your cum. Please give it to me!” You cried with tears brimming from your eyes. His eyes widened at your request, you had never asked him to cum inside you before

Miguel: “Good Girl. GOOD. FUCKING. GIRL.” He growled putting a harsh thrust between each word

Miguel: “Fuck…Uuugh Fuck baby! I’m so close, so fucking close. I’m gonna paint you with my seed ~fuck~. You want that cariño? Want me to fuck my babies into you? Take daddy’s cum like a good little slut. FUCKING TAKE IT!”

Y/N: “OH FUCK MIGGY!”, You clench around Miguel one last time as he pulls a violent orgasm from you

Miguel throws his head back letting out the most guttural moan you had ever heard from him and finally finishes inside you. His hips spasm and shake, refusing to move until he was sure you took ever drop of him. He stays hurried inside you for a few more seconds then eventually pulls out his softening member.

Your breathing settles and you feel Miguel lay down and pull you in next to him, it brings you so much peace hearing his heartbeat again. His hands loving rub down your back and strokes your shoulder blades, something Miguel regularly did if he thought he was a little too rough during sex. It was silent for the next few minutes, but not an uncomfortable one, one that allowed the two of you to enjoy each other’s warmth.

Miguel: “It feels so good to be back in a bed I can fit in, Peters twin size was terrible.” You both chuckled

Y/N: “Oh my god that must have been awful, I’m sorry no wonder you looked like you hadn’t slept in days.”

Miguel: “Don’t be, I did it to myself…I was kind of a dick.” He said and pulled your head into his chest

Miguel never wanted to stop feeling like this, he never wanted to stop feeling safe with you. He’d never forgive himself for how he treated you but he’d spend whatever time he had with you making it up to you. And he prayed to whatever God or presence that ruled over this world, that the canon wouldn’t take you from him. For the first time in a long time Miguel was truly, effortlessly happy.

Miguel: “You know you were never a replacement, right baby? I don’t need you to be anyone else but you.”

Y/N: “I know…I love you Miguel.”

Miguel: “I love you too Y/N, always.”

[ozzy-boy]

Scale love languages <3 i love him sm

-I fully believe that Scale has never dated anyone before you. So I honestly don't think he would know what he does/doesn't like until you start dating for real. It's a learning process for you both.

-Scale has spent a lot of time in the mindset that assassins don't have time for love or relationships. Assassins are loners. Assassins don't need anyone but themselves.

-So he's never really understood the point of dating and falling in love. You mean there's people out there who put their heart on the line? Who are vulnerable with other people?? On purpose????? Nope. No thanks. He's not interested.

-...Until you come along, of course. You certainly know how to shake things up, don't you?

-He tries for a long time to pretend that he's indifferent about you- as if you totally aren't completely rocking his world. Although, most of his apprehension just comes from paranoia/trying way too hard to seem cool.

-Once it finally gets through his head... He becomes a big fan of physical touch.

-It takes him some time to get used to, but he ends up really enjoying it. But only when the two of you are completely alone because he doesn't want the other assassins in his clan to make fun of him for being soft. No PDA for you.

-Just wants to lay his head on your shoulder and nap after a long mission. Likes it when you play with his hair

-Sleeping in the same bed comes with challenges, though. Some of those 'dragon' instincts stick around... One of them being laying on top of anything important to him like a hoard. This includes you. Expect Scale to lay on top of you in the middle of the night only to vehemently deny it in the morning.

-He likes taking you by surprise by sneaking up on you and then suddenly wrapping you up in a hug. He claims it's so that he can keep his stealth skills sharp, but it's actually just because he thinks you're cute.

-Surprisingly soft. He grows to really enjoy just cuddling and being close with you.

-He likes receiving words of affirmation, but he's really bad at returning the favor.

-For the most part, Scale is kinda cagey about admitting how he feels out loud.

-He can compliment your appearance just fine. You're hot, but that's obvious. Anyone with eyes can see that so it's not hard for him to point out. Very casual with compliments.

-But when it comes to actual feelings??? It's like pulling fucking teeth omg.

-How is he supposed to admit that your smile makes him feel warm and gooey inside??? That you've touched every aspect of his being and changed his life irreversibly? How can he tell you just how much he admires your bravery for sticking by his side even though it's dangerous? For loving him despite the blood on his hands?

-It's hard for him to be sincere with his feelings (For fear of being perceived as lame), and usually when he does admit it he's pretty blunt about it. It's kind of like he's trying to get it out and over with as fast as possible. (it's endearing though)

-Beneath the cool assassin persona he's... actually pretty lame. He's a total dork, but he doesn't seem to understand that that's something you love about him. He's really worried that you'll end up thinking he's boring and leaving, which is why he tries to hard to maintain this 'cool' persona.

-So, when you're upfront and tell him that you like him for who he is... Well, it makes him really happy.

-Good luck with gift giving. He sucks at it.

-What the hell do normal people like??? Do people these days still like healing potions?? Ancient scrolls? He has no idea!

-He's the type that will lament for days about what to get you for birthdays/anniversaries.

-I hope you like cool knives and daggers because that's what you're getting unless you tell him something specific.

-He's kind of indifferent about receiving gifts. Sure, he likes and appreciates it, but it's not the object itself that he cares about. It's more the fact that you know him well enough to get something that he really likes and that makes him feel fuzzy.

-His favorite love language is probably quality time.

-He works so much. Please help him relax.

-Scale feels most at ease when you're just hanging out together. He always has fun no matter what you're doing. Hell, he's content to just follow you around while you do stuff.

-Will trail behind you while you do chores, chatting about this or that.

-He loves doing activities together. Scale forgot during assassin training how fun normal people things could be! The two of you will have very frequent dates doing all sorts of things.

-No matter what it is, he's down. Berry picking? Sure! Laser tag? Hell yeah! Mini golf? Say no more!

-You've really opened his eyes in a lot of ways, but he especially appreciates you teaching him to let loose and have some fun instead of always thinking about work.

-He may struggle with words and gifts, but Scale is incredible at acts of service.

-Scale will do anything for you. Absolutely anything. Need someone dead? He's your guy! He won't even charge you for his services!

-Since he's still figuring out this whole 'love' business, it'll help if you lowkey give him orders. Telling him exactly what you want him to do makes things a lot easier for him.

-Sometimes he'll just linger around you like he's waiting to receive an order. Won't think twice about doing anything you ask. He likes to feel helpful and needed.

-He's the type to be snarky and say no if you ask him to get you something, while actively getting that thing.

-"Scale, can you get me some water?" "No." (He's already halfway to the kitchen.)

-What can I say, he's eager to please. To him, little acts of service are the easiest way for him to really show that he loves you. He doesn't take orders from just anyone, after all.

[empty-fantasies]

The Language of Flowers with Genshin Impact Characters

A series of small little ramblings of different flowers i associate with a few characters along with some scenarios! This is my first piece for the Genshin Impact fandom and feedback would be very much appreciated!

Characters Included: Thoma, Ayato Kamisato, and Kaveh

gn!reader, mostly fluff

Thoma - Edelweiss

No matter the circumstances, the flower does not wilt easily.

It surprises you. Truly it does. The way Thoma has always carried himself, honest and earnest in his intentions towards others. Beaming like the sun no matter what life had thrown at him before. Your heart clenches every time you are gifted with one of his pure smiles. How did you end up on the receiving end of his hugs and kisses? You wondered about many things, mulling them over in silence on sleepless nights, afraid to voice such concerns for you always called them foolish ones. Your heart was never a fickle one, but it was surely a fussy one.

Doubts were expected, especially for an over thinker like you. You questioned many things, wavering and uncertain at times. However, there was one thing that remained consistent; devotion.

Never had you questioned Thoma’s love. Though hesitantly placing your heart in his hands, you needed no words to see how truly devoted he was to cherishing and protecting your fragile heart with all he could do. Those doubts that cloud your mind are always chased away by warm fingertips that gently cup your face. Soft, emerald eyes awaiting for your gaze to finally turn to him. Silently, he hopes that you remain unaware of what you do to his own heart. When you do finally look up, it is only seconds before you are burying your face in the crook of his neck as he laughs. It is not mocking—far from it, actually. It’s reassuring. A sound that gives away the fondness that drives his actions.

Thoma, who embodied faithfulness, would always remind you that it was he who holds your heart and you his. Through faint kisses speckled across your cheeks to home-cooked meals that bring all the comfort you need after a stressful day, you’d never question the devotion Thoma has for you alone.

The edelweiss symbolizes devotion. It is known as the eternal flower for it does not wither easily despite the tough conditions it grows in. Despite that, it is hard to truly get your hands on one of these flowers for they reside high up in the alps.

Ayato Kamisato - Gardenia

Love born in secret; blooming quietly underneath the moonlight of silent nights. It is no surprise that there are many secrets that the head of the Kamisato Clan prefers to keep to himself. Hidden underneath calculated mirth and mischief is a soul that seeks out gentleness that was taken away from him in his youth. Perhaps that’s why he readily accepts your touch behind closed doors and away from prying eyes.

Instinctively, he’s seeking out that close proximity; one that allows him to melt in your presence as well as to tease you. He always enjoyed your reactions. Pouting and scolding him for sending your heart aflame from sugar-coated words. Soft giggles echoing and causing him to pause for a moment to take in the way your lips turn upward and the way your eyes crinkle at the corners. He wonders for a moment. Thinking to himself, he questions the fondness that causes his heart to skip a beat. Why does he desperately want to shield you away from the cruel world? Then, it hits him.

Because you are the epitome of purity and gentleness.

The one he has been seeking for so long. The one he can truly let his guard down after so long. Patience is a virtue and he appreciates loyalty. One wouldn’t be in your place by his side if they were neither. So let him indulge in these small moments. Let him selfishly keep you in his arms for a moment longer, reassuring you that there is no need to worry. Let him bask in the warmth you provide him, leaning into your touch unconsciously because he feels safe in your presence. Let him steal a few kisses, teasing and mischievous as expected.

Let him protect you. A flower full of innocence touched by the hands that have buried many secrets of the cruel world underneath a worn and tired smile.

Purity and protection; the gardenia serves as a reminder of gentleness. A renewal of hope—these flowers require patience and dedication. One cannot simply leave them alone in hopes that they’ll thrive just fine.

Kaveh - Plumeria

He’s constantly taking your breath away. Your heart crashes—burning fiercely just like that ruby red gaze filled with unspoken love and admiration. While you hesitate, he’s firm in his affection. Hands, sometimes littered with paper cuts from sleepless nights, are gentle in their approach to you, but you wouldn’t question his love once his touch made contact. It’s instinct now to lean in slightly and to breathe a sigh of relief, allowing your rapidly beating heart to calm. You wonder if you’ll ever be able to match his level of

“Have I done enough?” You ask, closing your eyes. Kaveh does not respond initially, taking in your troubled expression before he’s suddenly laughing at the thought of how cute you look.

It’s a reassuring one, however. One that has you leaning in once more. He wants you to know . It should be him asking if he has done enough for why would you ask such a question? Thoughts stream in one after another, threatening to send him into a spiral of if’s and maybe’s. Has he done enough? Your gaze wavers and he frowns at this. Has he done enough?

He’s ready to do anything for you. Always willing to give all he has if it meant you would be happy. Forsaking himself to a fate that contradicts his beliefs in him being undeserving of happiness due to the past. Willingly, he hands you his own heart, sealing his love for you with a chaste kiss to your forehead. He’s curious if you can see the strings he’s purposely tied around it, wondering whether or not you snap them or gently unravel them with your silent reassurance that you’d do the same, hoping that he too wouldn’t drop your heart in front of you.

“You’ve done more than enough,” Kaveh begins, hands carefully cradling your face so you wouldn’t turn away. “My muse, my love; it is you who breathes life into me—revitalizing my heart after each and every misfortune the archons throw at me.”

The plumeria is both the beginning of creation and recreation. A symbol of charm and beauty but also purity and rebirth. It is intense in all aspects, leaving one in overwhelming awe at its resilience to life’s challenges. It is devotion, running deep and sealing away a promise of love for a lifetime.