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satoruhour · 9 months

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ur gonna get sick of seeing me in ur inbox lol but t i’ve been thinking a whole lot about sugar daddies and i need to know what the jjk men would be like as sugar daddies and what type of sugar baby they’d go for and and and their favourite things to do with you, both inside and outside the bedroom 💖 and how likely they are to fall in love and make u their wifey

a/n: i am so normal about jjk men. this shit is so long i got carried away. it’s too long that i’ll need to seperate and post nanami’s and toji’s part in a second post TT pt. 2 here

warnings: long piece, sugar daddy!au, discussions of kinks including daddy kink, creampies / breeding, public sex, exhibitionism, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, facials, cumshots, praise, degradation, dp, threesome, voyeurism, orgasm denial, overstimulation, lingerie, brat-taming, let me know if i missed anything. n*sfw under the cut

✶ GOJO

most annoying sugar daddy eva but he’s one of the fun ones where he feels like your best friend and sponsor all in one

i honestly see gojo not having a preference for specific sugar babies, but he doesn’t like babies who are ashamed of their relationship. like it’s one thing to be private of your relationship but another to introduce satoru as just your trust fund without alluding to your relationship

“he’s helping me with my university fees” like yeah any rich FRIEND could do that but it’s different from hooking an arm around his to introduce you two as a couple

sure maybe he may have blurred the lines at first when touches became more personal and whatnot but at this point he’s basically your boyfriend — even if you don’t want to explain the sugar daddy part, he still wants to be know as your partner and equal

you two “met” at an event where you were paid minimum wage for a waitress job, serving drinks to rich ppl and he’s so entranced with how you move. it’s not until later when he goes outside to accompany geto for a smoke that he sees you and your friends who worked the job together just talking and laughing in the parking lot while you rested your feet

it was cute and refreshing seeing your laughter after experiencing your stoic expression in the stuffy event even he didnt want to go to. since it was once of the first few events he started attending as a new CEO

made an impression by approaching you when your friends went in and your back was turned but you took him as a creep and screamed and punched him and he’s groaning while you just apologise profusely

it’s his fault, he knows, approaching in such a dark area but he doesnt mind the dark bruise forming on his nose bridge even when his best friend was laughing from a distance and youre helping him off the ground. your hands are so soft and your voice so sweet he swears he wants to protect you from the get go

after that whole hooha, he finds out youre still a uni student trying to pay off fees and randomly asks if you want to be his sugar baby and realises he wants you to be his gf when you’re playing some digimon video game at his house, enjoying your winter break. youre triumphant in the round and he grabs your wrist mid celebratory pose and pulls you to him

are you going to punch me for payback? gojo pfts and laughs, and just says just wanted to tell you i like you and LEAVES dude is so afraid of your answer until youre wrapping your arms arnd him from behind muttering out a finally and hearing the vibration of his chuckle

gojo wants his baby to ask for help when you needs it, and doesn’t mind being spoiled

LOVES to buy you flashy stuff. glittery, bright coloured things (that somehow still look classy) that scream expensive. gojo is very good at persuasion. he listens you dont like it however

i feel like the more he gets to know you, he understands your style more so while some of the things he buys are still fairly gaudy, you’re surprised every time he manages to purchase something that fits your preference. he’s gotten very good at it

gojo wires you money when he feels like it, whenever. he calls what he has a “sugar baby radar” and it’s just him thinking youre panicking over not having money for a textbook or something and just types in a random amount to transfer to you lol

he’s just a chill guy though, who wants to be a good boyfriend as he is a sugar daddy. like yeah he’s had sugar babies before and he enjoys giving but you’ve always hooked him in from day one and he realises he doesn’t just want to give you money but love too

gojo wants a bit of balance in the relationship as well — so he accompanies you to fashion stores to try on clothes but he would also love it if you followed him to tailor stores or watch stores for normal CEO stuff

you roll your eyes but actually you love every suit he changes into, and you always think of taking him right there

he LOVES his sunglasses that’s one thing he’s always dragging you to look at

and then there is interests that involve the both of you: lingerie shopping lol, jewellery, etc

he gets you a little G.S. initial necklace for your second anni and it looks so cute on you

clingy and so annoying bout it. you love it tho, seeing such a rich guy babble out five more minutes with hair sticking out everywhere.

he surrenders to you easily in the way he lets you crash his place whenever you’re cramming for an exam, or just needs some comfort. his things becomes yours very easily and he smiles when he finds himself wanting to learn how to cook properly when you’re sleeping in

likes to buy lingerie that matches his eyes, but ofc also picking your preferred colour. but seeing the fabric that matches the blue of his eyes drives him crazy, but also he gets to say “my eyes are always on you” and it’s just a reference to how there’s baby blue lingerie on you

HES SO LAME . i swear to god.

also a little bit of a boomer when it comes to younger slang and whatnot and it’s endearing to see when he’s supposed to be a CEO but you can’t help but laugh when he asks you for help on what fomo meant

very open on topics that touchy subjects or sensitive things. he may appear loud and annoying but he’s got depth to him due to his hardships since he was young. like yeah sure a guy who already was in line to take over his father couldn’t have hardships when he was young but he’s always despised this line of work. satoru is still finding a way to break off from his toxic family business to create his own, something that wont come without blackmail and scandals

the first time you heard this you were surprised because you had never seen gojo so serious before. he mentions it’s not obligatory for you to open up as well, but you mumble along about always struggling with money and working jobs to make ends meet. it’s not detrimental, but sometimes you wish there was someone treating you to a small meal or drink

this vulnerable state was early on in your relationship as well, and as you two go along, gojo is so grateful to be able to take care of you. it strengthens your relationship as well, because while you have your funny, hysterical moments, being vulnerable with your sugar daddy turned boyfriend is everything you could ask for

gojo realises the first time he might put a ring on you was when you guys had sex that was intense and broke the headboard LMFAO you two laughed about it during it, but during aftercare you’re patting his chest, telling him how you’ll end work early to meet him at IKEA to get a new one tomorrow — that simple act of going with someone to find furniture like ohhhh my god he was so whipped

like it’s one thing to buy clothes and material things but when you said that, flashes of your possible married life flashed before his eyes and he wants to say i love you but finds you’re already asleep. he can’t wait to actually move out of his family sponsored home into an apartment with you. gojo doesn’t care if it’s smaller than mansions and penthouses. if you’re happy, he is.

n*sfw hc’s below

gojo is open to a lot of things regarding your sex life. he didn’t want to scare you when you first started out but when he found out you’re just as much of a freak as he is he’s going to pound town baby!

not big on the daddy kink ngl (and he also because he’s too pathetic to be called a daddy), but loves using it in the context of cumming in you and breeding you and the prospect of you being pregnant with his child.

even if it’s not on his checklist right now, he just loves the filthiness and saying things like that

loves to fuck in bathrooms of important events, the cold marble against your skin making you freeze up as your eyes can hardly focus on your reflection. you’re just thankful you were able to find the ‘cleaning’ sign to prevent anyone from entering

loves to tease you and threaten to take away his black card and youre whining. hes annoying, asking you to use your words and youre begging to cum on his fingers.

very playful in the bedroom but he’s always calling you his dumb baby who loves getting fucked stupid by him until theres only money and him on your mind

loves it when you wear the extensions to the G.S. initial necklace, buying four more initials: two for your wrist, two for your ankles so he can hear it jingle when you stroke his cock while your flick your tongue at his tip

r hear it next to his ear when your legs are on his shoulder as he rails into you

on a funnier note he would totally fuck you on a bed of money. just for shits and giggles

loves to film you especially in his office, whether you’re playing with yourself or sucking him off or getting fucked he loves it so much bc of the fact he’s so unprofessional in a professional setting

gojo likes it when you initiate sex, especially in places that are risky and pretty public. his office is a starter, coming in dressed in a tight pencil skirt to mirror his insufferable PA who kept making advances on him. she was demoted the very next day LMFAO

but yeah you wore the skirt to provoke him, pulling his tie over the table while a stocking clad knee rests on his wooden desk. there’s a confidence in you he’s never seen before and he just cant resist flicking his eyes down to the suffocating button up shirt you’ve got on

satoru doesn’t care that his whole office can hear you moan out his name or the slaps of his balls on your ass. or doesn’t really care about the construction workers looking at you two go at it like rabbits from the opposite building

the heat of the glass paired with your body that feels on fire is enough to make you lightheaded but the eyes and ears peeking in on your intercourse is so thrilling to you bc you know gojo can just pay them off to shut the fuck up

loves you on your knees giving him head when he’s in an important meeting, the swirl of your tongue feeling so good on his length

but what’s more he loves giving you head even more. doesnt matter where. office table, washing machine, bed, he’s so in love with your cum and cunt and has to eat you out at least once a day

gojo loves to cum in you but also on your face, especially if you wear glasses. seeing his white hot cum splattered on your lenses and your face while your tongue darts out to lick some of it off he swear there’s a few more blobs of cum that seeps out from his tip

warnings for drabble: reader has glasses, pet names, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, face-fucking, praise, facial, cum eating, semi-public sex

“baby— sweetness, oh my g-god…” gojo whines out, once the board members are out of the meeting room, rolling his chair back slowly while you follow on your knees, cock still in your mouth. he’s glancing down at you with such need you’d think you’re the one leading the relationship, the hands in your hair tightening when you lick down his shaft before taking one of his balls in his mouth, sucking at the sack while pumping him.

the long acrylic nails that he paid for are on display along with your G.S. bracelet as you pump his dick, slick, wet noises fill the spacious meeting room. gojo almost wants to say something but your head descends on his large cock again, taking him right to the back of your mouth when his tip hits your throat and you struggle to keep your eyes open as you breathe through your nose.

“fuuckk… that’s it. take me s’well,” satoru moans at the tears forming at your waterline, pulling your head off for a moment for you to catch your breath and you know what he wants to do, because his hips cannot resist one bit whenever you’ve got his dick in your mouth. slowly, he starts to move his body off the office chair, thrusting up into your waiting, obedient mouth and he moans so loud he isn‘t surprised someone hasn’t come in already.

“so wet and warm, princess— s-shit, can’t wait to fuck your cute little pussy,” he has a foul mouth, and you moan around his length at the words, hands tensing around his thighs as he continued to fuck your face. gojo is so rough that your glasses are messed up, tilting to one side but you continue to feel up his body. you would get fired like this, sucking the cock of someone who has their pants pulled down halfway while wet, gurgling noises fill the space. but you knew the CEO, the man who’s now whining out your name as his hips start to stutter, eyes scrunched up in pure pleasure before forcing you off his cock, hands stroking his leaking cock in quick movements. you adjust your glasses like a good girl, sticking out your tongue as you admire the sight before you. want my cum all over your face, angelface?

satoru whimpers out that he’s gonna cum! with his heavy, beautiful cock out, pumping harshly before he shoots his load all over you, spilling his white, viscous liquid all over your face and glasses and you swallow whatever that’s close to your mouth and tongue, darting out to lick up the heavy ball of cum still leaking from his sensitive tip, and he jolts on your tongue.

you giggle, hand closing around his length once more and gojo just groans at its warmth. he loves it, he loves everything ’bout you and he can’t wait to turn over the tables later when he hears you say, “again.”

✶GETO

doting sugar daddy!!! out of sex life he’s the most ‘giving’, but he has his moments of depriving you of things because you being a brat but yes he’s the softest in the normal context of a relationship

similarly, not much preference for sugar babies but he wouldn’t like babies who ask for too much? idk if that makes sense but it’s more of being given so many options of a type of clothing or bag but still whining to want something more expensive

like the money doesn’t bother him but it’s more of your attitude regarding material things. can’t stand babies who are rotten to the core and are actually spoiled that it ruins the act of him giving you things and of you asking for things because no matter what he buys you’re not satisfied

it also pisses him off if it carries into your way of treating people, dragging him away from his co-workers to only want him for yourself, that sort of thing

yea… that. unfortunately he’s had his fair share of babies like that, bc he’s so generous they end up so spoiled and terrible that even now he’s still getting texts from them. poor guy

he likes if you’re able to bite back with your own sort of fire, he doesnt expect you to if you dont like to but it turns him on seeing you shout at a co-worker for gossiping about your relationship perhaps

he met you through your intern position at his company, and it’s been a few weeks before you’re confused at why the CEO wanted to see you

hes not one to rush into relationships but he was so interested in seeing you react to being asked to be his sugar baby that he blurts it out and slaps his hand on his mouth. “wrong thing. my bad”

when you’ve been under his care for a few months, he sees how hard you work while completing other assignments at lunch, he wants you to surrender to him when you need the comfort. lets you sleep in his office and reluctantly stroked your hair, shaking when you lean into the affection. ends up sleeping on the floor watching you and gets massive back pain and suffocates when you fall onto your boss at 7am in the morning

unfortunately the two of you were not exactly on the same page that day. you thought it was a one off thing. geto thinks youre already dating. this goes on for a few weeks ;;;

geto NEEVERR asked you out so you were surprised to find that geto wanted to be like, an actual boyfriend and an actual date when he showed you a piece of paper and it was like a new pottery studio that opened down the road

and he just says “i thought we already were dating?????”

yeah like he wasnt giving you more things than usual and being more touchy with you. you didnt want to read into it too much okay!!!!

but it’s fine, because geto was one of the best boyfriend you ever had. youre convinced he would be a great bf even if you werent in this sugar daddy / baby arrangement

geto likes to show you off quietly, a hand on your back and your thigh, or a whisper to your ears that it has the other workers talking, but you don’t mind when the things he says are sometimes the sweetest things. they’re also filthy.

it isnt bc he doesn’t want to show you off, but he likes the attention and gossip when you enter his office for the nth time that day and the eyes on him like he’s committing a crime. he likes the eyes that follow you knowing they can't have you. but he pays them, so they can’t say much

suguru loves to buy things that are for his eyes, going back to the ‘showing you off quietly’ part, like paying for a tattoo on your lower back, an anklet that’s sometimes hidden in your shoe, a belly button piercing, lingerie, he loves it

ofc he loves buying you clothes and dresses too, but he sometimes gets a bit jealous of everyone’s eyes on you so they’re sometimes a little less revealing than you would like

ok i should clarify too: he LIKES everyone’s eyes on you only when he knows he can show and tell them that youre his. but how tf is he supposed to do that with a mere dress??? u get what i mean

he’s not going to be an asshole and not let you wear a revealing piece of apparel that you like tho! but just know what you’ll be getting later at night lol

geto is very on trend as an older person, sometimes sending you tiktok trends you can do or updating you on conventions or events that you are interested in

he likes routine, so everyday he’ll be transferring a set amount of money to you for your daily allowance but sometimes you dont even use it all so it just piles up in your account lol

and he is observant, always wiring you more money than usual if you’re going out with your friends or meeting a friend for a bday, sacrificing his time to learn about your major so he can help you in whatever way he can !!! he’s that sort of bf

gives you handmade gifts sometimes!! it’s soooo endearing when he makes time for it and gives you something that isnt bought w/ money. likes to do those photo ones bc theyre ones that mean more to him, but he also rlly likes writing letters under them and giving you like a seven page letter talking bout why youre a blessing to him

is pretty stylish when he’s not in his suits. likes to wear baggy clothes like he’s nineteen again and he looks young enough to pull it off so you two always look cool when you two go out

weirdly his personality at work and on dates is vastly different from each other. you think that maybe he wants to keep work, work. but later on in the relationship you both realise it’s how you’re so easy-going to be around that he doesn’t have to be dominating with you??? like he’s so okay with you putting bunny ears on him or having his arm hooked around yours instead. basically he’s very comfortable in his masculinity and he wishes he could be like that at work too, but the finance bros would be questioning why this guy was even their CEO

geto listens to you easily. and like i said hes observant, bringing you a glass of water when you’re coughing or opening the blinds of his office when you’re reading. the smile you give him after every favour he does is enough reward for him, and he really doesn’t mind doing all those things for you either.

basically worships you, so when you’re suggesting that his company start having courses for men to learn how to be proper human beings (following your question of why he’s so diff at work vs with you), he’s immediately setting up a meeting to achieve that. the guys who are borderline misogynists obviously leave immediately and hes just like. why didnt i think of that b4????

is always always thinking of you. he’s become so distracted in meetings and conversations sometimes and your spell on him is hypnotising.

the first time he realises he properly loves you (and also wants to marry you) is when you two make love. like yes you’ve fucked and shit but it happens inside a shower where you offered to wash his hair. it’s cute seeing you stand on a small stool to reach his height, but the feel of your fingers massaging the shampoo into his scalp is soooo good. and from there he lets you wash his body with the loofah too, scrubbing down every inch until ofc one thing leads to another

he thinks it was your hands that held so much love, washing his body that the sex was slow and had a lot of feelings laced with it.

he also didn’t want to fall, though. but you slipped a little after coming the first time and geto was able to catch you in time. you shared giggles and a little kiss and he thinks that maybe this life forever with you would be one of the best things to happen to him

his resolve solidifies later when he’s calling his usual tiler to retile the showering part of the bathroom and when he ends the call he just goes would i do this for anyone else?

yeah probably not — and so geto buys a ring the very next day

n*sfw hc’s below

very comfortable with letting you take the lead if you want to, but usually likes to be the one running the show

like gojo he is very open to things but only if you’re okay with it. like you have to be the one to bring it up or he’s afraid he’ll scare you lol

gets turned on easily, but he’s very good at hiding it. like the day you wore a revealing dress to his office. it was so difficult not to moan out when he sees you walk through the door. he wanted to stand up and kiss you SO bad but he was in a zoom meeting with potential clients lmfao

but he made sure you knew you wouldnt be teasing him and getting off so easily that day after he asks you to stay where you were and he ended up making up some lame excuse of having another meeting anyway before he leaves the call and locks the door and slams you against it and he hikes up your dress as he places a leg on his shoulder

geto eats you out right then and there

also rmb how i said he gets jealous of ppl staring at you? well suguru loves it if it were to happen in a sexual context and he gets to fuck you in front of everybody. he just cant show them you belong to him at a normal event in a dress he bought, but he’s totally fine with pounding you from behind and letting them watch as you get ruined with tears and mascara running down your face

can be really mean behind doors if he’s not sweet with you. you like to tease him!!!! Sometimes you’re punished for it!!!! geto loves both ends of the spectrum: denying you your high and overstimulating you. he only ever denies you if youre being a brat but usually he likes to make you cum on his tongue multiple times before he’s fucking you

he enjoys your face of want and need, either grinding against him to cum (denial) or pushing him away despite your body wanting it (overstim)

sometimes makes you work for your allowance and tells you to tell him who’s fucking you so good just for some money in your pocket. your pussy is too good so he was going to give it to you anyway

is not opposed to voyeurism. usually he brings his best friend over to fuck you and bc he’s a whiny bitch, geto gets off to both of you fucking like dogs in heat with a slow pace to his hand. often initiates threesomes with gojo and makes him the middle man, fucking him while gojo fucks you and he loves it every time. sometimes he makes gojo watch the two of you too

but he also loves it when you take two cocks in you, him up your pussy bc youre his, first and foremost, while satoru takes your ass.

regarding sex, suguru likes it when you take the reins to pleasure yourself. he gets off seeing you use him as ive mentioned in the previous drabble, and just like the denial / overstim part, loves to see your mouth contort into an ‘o’ along with your rolled back eyes. bounce on his dick, ride his face, slobber over his cock while you rub your clit, he fuckin loves it

not big on the daddy thing either, but it depends on his mood tbh. im not sure how that works but he likes when you use it when youre deep in subspace and just going limp as he fucks you and all can manage is moaning out small “daddy’s” helplessly

warnings for drabble: gojo watches, sub!gojo, voyeurism, insinuation of stsg, exhibitionism, m! masturbation, overstimulation, semi-public sex, oral (f and slight m receiving) / cunnilingus, clit stimulation, pet names, praise, cum eating, implied threesome + 2nd round

“suguru— no, f-fuck, they’re gonna hear!” you muffle your moans with your mouth, hand clasped tight onto your lips while you’re pressed up against the door. you’ve been like this for three orgasms already, legs shaking while you struggle to keep your knees from buckling under you. it’s like geto doesn’t even care how the office door is so thin, occasional thumps occurring from how geto pushes you against the wood. the workers outside obviously know what’s going on, but they don’t dare say a word.

“let me enjoy this, princess,” he manages to say quickly before going back to slurping up your juices, but while you think your situation is bad, you’re glancing over to gojo in geto’s office chair, hand stroking his cock languidly, but every so often you can see how satoru thrusts his hips into the air, needing anything but his own hand right now. “and keep eye contact with satoru.”

geto purrs out his best friend’s name, pulling your hips towards his relentless mouth as your arousal drips down your inner thighs and legs. across you, there’s gojo who looks like he wants to touch the both of you so terribly, but is only subjected to tearful eyes and his warm hand that doesn’t compare to suguru’s or your mouth, little pants leaving his mouth. he watches as you grind your hips into his best friend’s mouth, the obscene noises of your sopping wet cunt makes him twitch in his hand.

“babygirl… suguru…” he whines out, sweat dripping down his body at the stuffiness of the office while the slick noises of him stroking his length reverberates throughout the room. geto hums at his begging voice, but only sucks on your clit harder and it makes you moan out, hands getting lost in his long black hair while your eyes are threatening to roll to the back of your head. the only ground you have now is satoru’s bright blue ones, a shiver going through you when he whimpers out your name

“you’re doing so well, s-satoru… shit,” you’re calling out to the white-haired male who locks eyes with you, both turned on at such a sight: the sweaty hair stuck to your face and your beautiful sounds, the flush on gojo’s cheeks and his angry tip that’s leaking pre-cum. “suguruu… oh my god—”

“yeah?” he speaks in between slobbering all over your pussy, “so fuckin’ wet for me, baby,” flicking and playing with your puffy, sensitive clit with his tongue until you hunch over him on a particular lick, the leg over his shoulder squeezing him so much that it cramps and you’re cumming suddenly and you’re forgetting about satoru and everyone outside. your head slams so hard against the door that you get a little lightheaded, but the crashing of your fourth orgasm is all you can fixate on as your body shudders and incessant whines escape your mouth.

“my favourite meal of the day,” geto smiles from below you and grins when you mumble out how it’s more of his fourth meal of the day, taking a hand from his hair before he places a kiss on the back of it and spares a glance towards gojo who’s close to crying.

with a nod from suguru, you’re walking on shaky legs before kneeling before satoru, wrapping your lips ’round his tip and that’s all it takes for him to cum, shooting ropes upon ropes of hot semen down your throat as you stroke his base. the other is bucking his hips into your mouth at the sensitivity, moaning out both your name and suguru’s.

“attagirl.” you slyly smile at the praise that befalls on your ears before showing both of them the cum that’s left on your tongue, already excited for the next round.

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garoujo · 6 months

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saetoru is talking abt you on her private blog (@/clorindes) yuckkkkk

CW BULLYING, LITERALLY IMMATURE HIGH SCHOOL DRAMA, SUB POSTING.

hi nonnie, thank you for letting me know! since i’m leaving this blog & this platform for the foreseeable future i figured i might aswell get a few things off of my chest before i go. i apologise in advance for the vibes this post will probably bring, the discourse & the posts that will ofcourse follow, but i honestly i am not the first person to be targeted by this creator and i’m sure i won’t be the last considering the amount of creators that have been bullied off of this app by them.

first off i’ve had multiple blogs that would be considered bigger blogs such as @/hvnlydmn, @/atsymu + now this blog which is the biggest of all 3. i think there’s a sort of unspoken responsibility that comes with being a bigger blog which i know is no fun but it’s also because it can be super harmful on a site like this, when people weaponise their following.

on that note i’ll start this post by saying that i’ve known tee for probably around 3/4 years, maybe? we were mutuals on hvnlydmn & atsymu and we continued to talk on discord even when i was off of tumblr. i will honestly admit to this day i have never had a negative interaction with tee to my face and she was genuinely supportive of me during any discourse i was involved in. i am not some angel, i’ve had my fair share of crap on this app (of my own doing) but this post is not meant to come across like “oh she doesn’t like me so i’m calling her out” no. im sorry if this doesn’t line up with my brand and my ‘victim complex’ but i’m not gonna lie down and let someone on a power trip on a hobby app drag me through the mud.

first off i had began to get some off vibes from tee when i had started writing on garoujo, notably when i’d just hit my first milestone which was probably around 1k. during this i had decided to move my instagram theme from my main blog to my writing blog.

i’d noticed tee subposting (on main and on her personal blog which i followed at the time) about someone basically using the same theme as her, which after then clicking onto her blog i realised was an instagram theme. i didn’t think much of it, again me & tee were friends and she hadn’t came to me directly so ignored it. i was still a new blog and trying to solidly an aesthetic (before the beige lol) so i changed my theme / masterlists / layouts a lot.

a few more sub posts later i decided to message tee about it because with every thing i’d change / post on my blog, there always seemed to be another post. so i messaged her and got this response in: (i’ve blurred out my irl name btw) open up pics for convo!

so i let it slide, kept posting & that was that. probably a few days / a week later, tee had soft blocked me which then eventually led to me being hard blocked. i was upset ofcourse because i genuinely considered tee a good friend but i’ve always been a big advocate in controlling your space.

this was when, one of our mutuals in common (the first of many may i add) approached me on discord to say that just like now, i was being ripped to shreds on tee’s personal blog:

again i was notably upset about this because i was being accused of not only copying her theme but also her writing & masterlists, we did have a lot of mutuals in common so it was also upsetting knowing they would all be seeing these posts aswell. i allowed myself one sub post about “creating a narrative” because i was particularly frustrated but tee then also subposted about this, even though she had me blocked?

i would also like to say regarding our mutuals in common that this was not the first or last mutual to approach me regarding tee. i’ve had multiple people tell me that “they’re only mutuals with her because it would be more damaging not to be” “it’s easier to be on her side”. also i am not saying this is okay but i’ve had multiple of her current mutuals send me not only her posts, but screenshots of her private, personal instagram & also tell me about how all of them and their friends had a running joke / theory that tee made up her boyfriend (ex-boyfriend?) for attention.

regarding the accusations from tee i’d like to first comment on the instagram themes, again i had done an instagram theme on my main blog but it seemed to only be an issue when it was on my writing blog that was gaining traction. if the timing was off and it seemed like i copied her, i genuinely have nothing to say except it’s not the case— it’s instagram (which tee already admits she doesn’t own above) also the hanma writing? i’m still not 100% sure which drabbles she was referring to but i can only assume that 1. is when i posted a drabble about hanma fucking you outside of his subordinates house — this was a almost completely word by word rewrite of a suna drabble i done on my old blog @/atsymu i literally just changed the concept to fit tokyo revengers themes. i can post screenshots of this suna drabble also from my google docs dated February when i deactivated. the other one may have been some basic concept about him fucking you against the window.

she also mentions in the very first recent screenshot at the beginning of this post that i have apparently stolen concepts of fics / posts from her mutuals. what i want to say regarding this is, do you believe that i would have made it this far on stolen work? i don’t know any of the mutuals she’s referring to apart from 1 which i’ll get into. but every single accusation i’ve ever received has always come from someone associated or in contact with tee, she has always been at the root of it all but i have yet to receive a single anon or ask about me copying or taking inspiration from anyone’s work.

i know there was apparently a blog and an ex mutual of mine, who i had a lot of respect & time for who was under the impression i’d stolen their concept for this gojo fic. the whole premise of this fic is honestly not uncommon considering how many times people losing control of their techniques / powers / quirks during orgasm has been done in fanfiction. this concept was completely my own, i had originally posted shitposts about him losing control of his technique & also him putting you into a mating press / breeding before i’d decided to smoosh them together into a fic. we all read from the same workbook, we all have the same material to work off of — two people in a fanbase of THOUSANDS having a similar idea is not unheard of.

now onto the masterlist banners. the screenshot on the far left are the comparison photos that tee made herself— i’m sure you’ll be able to see them in better quality when she makes her own post about it; because obviously that’s going to come. first off i will say, i will admit i took inspiration from her official art masterlist banners — i thought hers looked good and i needed a masterlist so i used official art. fair game there although i only kept them for a few days before i changed again.

but onto the grey masterlist banners, i can honestly say i did not even know tee had this masterlist, also the only comparison i myself see is the colour. the only reason i chose grey was because i had started to use a grey / white overlay on my manga panels for my layout (as you can see far right), and as you know— i’ve always kept my colour scheme pretty consistent. on that note, regarding the actual layout of the masterlists— i’ve added screenshots from atsymu (that i could find due to it being deactivated) that shows the layout of my old masterlists, which was what i took inspiration from for my current. although the title font for each heading like headcanons is different, i had used the sort of old style, basic font that everyone uses before i had deactivated so it would match my fic headers i just don’t have photos obviously.

anyway on the back of this there was then discourse over me apparently copying tee’s kinktober masterlist, which again was not the case. but again due to tee’s following i had received multiple death threats into my asks the morning after i posted mine. as far as i was aware, the only similarities were the fact we both used gifs in our headers & the layout listing thirsts, hcs & fics (which is very common during kinktober but i admitted below i could see that similarity). unfortunately during all of this discourse was when ffflowers, my hate blog also came into the mix which then lead to tee reaching out to me in dm’s from her old blog.

the interaction between me & tee was pretty good, again she was nothing but nice to me directly despite the way she obviously spoke about me in private above. but as you can see below, tee herself told me that basically most of the similarities all made above were brushed off as basic. we spoke about the ig themes & i apologised, saying i could understand where she was coming from and that was that. i unblocked her & she unblocked me so i could reblog her post, it’s been that way since.

it is not my place to comment on other people’s experiences on this app but i would need more than 2 hands to list the amount of people that i’m sure have had similar if not worse experiences with tee. i know i have had multiple mutuals who have been bullied off of this platform & had their safe space ripped from them for little things such as: liking a character that this group selfship with, tee and her friends not liking their characterisation. they’ve even went as far as to go through other larger creators notes to check for minors so they can make excuses as to why they’re thriving.

i also know of a blog who was ‘blacklisted’ from tee & her mutuals as they self shipped with arataki itto at the time, one of tee’s friends also did, so they blacklisted this creator and had all of their mutuals block them for this which then in turn drove this creator off the app. there has been other notably bitchy things that i’ve heard but i have no receipts for therefore i don’t see any relevance in starting rumours.

i would also like to say i know plagiarism is a horrible thing, we have all been through it— myself included but it’s got to the point where being accused of copying tee has become a canon event. notably, bigger platforms have been ruined and driven off of this app for little things such as mdni dividers, similar colours schemes etc. and it’s the reason i’m also leaving.

i will say i have met some amazing people through my discourse with tee, notably people who have been in similar situations and i also apologise to any mutuals who we still have in common who are now sort of stuck inbetween. no hard feelings. although to tee: id be careful of the people you trust because it seems the loyalties they have to you are not as sincere as you may believe. you can also go to her personal & read the other things she was saying about me like how she was always so ? at how many people seemed to like me.

so that’s all i have to say, i’m sure dash will get a few responses from this but i’ll be logging out & turning off asks because honestly? couldnt care less. the only thing i’d change about my experience on this app would be i wish i’d blocked tee sooner.

i’d say have a nice day, but instead, have the day you deserve.

— emmie :)

#i apologise in advance to my mutuals & the innocents #i probably had more to say but yk i was rambling atp #anyways see u guys 🖤 love most of u !

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Genshin cuddle headcannons

Genre: fluff

who?: Neuvillette, thoma, xiao, scaramouche, tighnari, itto, freminet,

Neuvillette

ah yes, hard on the outside but soft on the inside

He's the very clingy type, even if he tries his best to remain formal, he can't help but be attached to you

Would bury his face in your neck

You would usually have to initiate it first,

He would be the big spoon, but he's okay with small spoon too!

Being the big spoon, he could feel you by your side, making sure your safe

If he were the small spoon, this man would be blushing like mad, trust me

Thoma

Mmmm yes thoma >33

I feel he would be the more romantic type when it comes to cuddling, embracing every part of your body, tucking your hair behind your ears, ykyk

Well, depends on your personality, who initiates first might differ?but i feel thoma would be the kind of person to request to cuddle shamelessly

He's fine with both big spoon and small spoon

If he's the big spoon, you'll definitely be receiving headpats!!!!!

If he's the small spoon, he'd lie on your tummy, no matter the size

Xiao

Bold of you to assume this man gets sleep

But......if its you...who is he to decline?

"The adepti don't rest....let alone sleep. How absurd of you to think I would cuddle."

Nah man your going to find this man clinging onto you like there's no tomorrow at 3 fucking am in the morning

Good luck, because he's not gonna let you go

Need to go to the toilet? Nah you have a bladder for a reason

He's def big spoon, only on rare occasions you wake up, to you hugging his body

He'd definitely be embarrassed 100%

Scaramouche

Well, he'd be reluctant at first, for sure, but he will give in. eventually

Well, at least he won't appear in your room at 3 fucking am in the morning like somebody

He's def big spoon, he just can't afford to hurt his pride lololol

Would 100% flick your forehead for absolutely no reason

He's also the type to NOT.LET.YOU.GO.

“scara babe i need to go to the toilet :("

Naur he would just groan and fall back asleep

Man's grip on you is STRONG. You won't be able to wiggle out lol

Tighnari

DEUWYFGUYWEGUQFE I WANNA HUG HIS TAIL SO BAD

Would def allow you to hug his tail

His face would be so red as you gently stroke it

You could wake up in the middle of the night and see his ears twitching

He won't have such a strong grip on you, but it won't be a loose one either

If you wiggle out and go to the toilet, and he finds out he will be sad :(

His ears would go down

Once your back, expect to receive lots of forehead kissessss

Both big and small spoon is fine with him

Itto

Good luck with this guy💀

Better say your prayers to your family and friends, because this guy IS GONNA PLANT HIS WHOLE FUCKING ASS ON YOU

he's laying on top of you, crushing you with his weight

nah im kidding, he knows he's on the heavier side, so he'd adjust back later

Oh but don't be surprised if you found his foot shoved up your face

But in the non messy times, he'd definitely hold you tight, making sure you with him

Another one to shamelessly demand for cuddles

Freminet

He tries to be a big spoon, but you end up pampering him instead XD

Its 90% of the time you initiate it first

Bro would be the definition of blushing mess

He would rest his head against your chest

If your flat (like me) he would listen to the soft thumps of your heartbeat. It comforts him in a way

If you have bigger chests, he'd be so embarrassed, be he likes to use it as a pillow, he finds it very comfortable, as long as your okay with it of course!

He would hug you tight, but would start apologising once he realises :(

Notes: MY SECOND FIC HHAHAHAHA LOVE YALL

#genshin x reader #neuvilette x reader #thoma x reader #tighnari x reader #xiao x reader #scaramouche x reader #itto x reader #freminet x reader #genshin fluff

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HAII WOULD IT BE FINE IF I ASKED FOR BOTH NSFW OR SFW HCS OF FLOYD (AFTER THE EVENTS OF TBT)?? BASICALLY THE READER REUNITES WITH FLOYD AFTER WHAT HAPPENED BECAUSE THEY HAD NO IDEA 😣

Floyd and his S/O after the events of TBT

Pairings: Floyd X Reader

Warnings: Floyd being an cutie patootie, Fluff, slight angst

A/N: NGL I WANNA MAKE THIS AS AN FULL COMIC NEHEHEH but also Yall are married

- Floyd literally had to tell the group to go to your shared pod from where you two where staying before he got taken away. He was focusing on you the whole time before he got captured it was two days before your wedding together

- “Wait! John Dory take an turn here! We need to get to my place” John Dory raised an brow the others confused but did as Floyd instructed - When they arrived to the f/c and pink pod, and floyd noticed the messed up pod broken items around the main area of the pod - Floyd had an look of worry on his face as he rushd to your bedroom brozone confused as they hear loud sobbing from the bedroom - Floyd opened the door to see an f/c troll shaking while crying on the floor holding an picture against their chest he walked over to you quickly as you turned to look up at him to see the others staring at the scene of Floyd walking over “Honey?” You stared up at him - the sadness washed away as you stood up walking towards him dropping the photo and stared up at Floyd before punching him as he sighed - The others where gonna start being overprotective as Floyd chuckled rubbing his cheek before you hugged him crying “Y-You asshole!” You sobbed into his chest “I’m sorry I’ll explain everything okay? Please don’t be mad” void looked up sniffling “How am I not mad! You left me for two months! It was two days before our wedding Floyd you think I wouldn’t be mad!” All brozone members jaws drop

- Floyd introduced you as his fiancé and future spouse while you glared up at him wiping your tears cursing Floyd out as he frowned hugging your waist.

- Bruce literally had to give Floyd tips about being an good husband since the man is married himself

- when driving back to pop village Floyd and the others explained everything to you. You sobbed more clinging to Floyd “those idiotic teenagers! They deserved to go to jail! What they did to Floyd! I should of been there to beat them up and teach them an lesson!” “Honey your scaring my brothers…” “How?” Floyd motioned towards the snapped crowbar in your hands “Oh… Sorry JD I’ll get you an new one”

- You explained to poppy about you and Floyd’s wedding before he got taken away as poppy bawled saying that it was depressing that it was just you two

- she begged to be the bridesmaid… and make you guys the best wedding

- You did get married later on but after what happened to Floyd he was more aware of his surroundings

- flinched out loud noises and makes sure to quickly grab your hand to make sure that he isn’t separated from you

- Late night random talks like always while cuddling and he would hold onto you more then he usually did after the effects of what velvet and veneer did to him.

- please soothe him with kisses and words of affirmation

- Has to be around you or hold you whenever he can to be at ease scared that if he lets go he’d be taken away from you again

- definitely developed anemia or like Ménière’s disease which is an rare inner ear condition that can affect your balance and hearing it can’t be cure but treatment can help symptoms of it.

- when he gets episodes and he loses balance you have to rush over and hold him comfort this man please!

- cries in your arms as he clings onto you for dear life whispering many apologises for making you wait for him for 2 months

- Would beg you to please understand how he didn’t mean for that to happen to him and you’d have to cry as-well holding him close telling him it’s alright.

- you moving his hair out of his face makes him melt as you pepper his face with kisses telling him he’s safe and your there.

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

©brights-place 2024 — do not repost on another platform, copy, translate or edit my works! if you fit my DNI list please don't interact!

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love-belle · 5 months

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you were my summer love !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which their fall-in-love-again era is them missing each other while their friends go crazy over their relationship.

for when you know they'll be your love for all eternal summers. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // pierre gasly x fem!reader

prequel - i want sweet revenge and i want him again ⋆·˚ ༘

warnings - language, mention of vodka once.

author's note - i am in fact not dead :) i hope u all like this <3 i will be back with a new post 4 months later jk I LOVE U THANK U

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paddock.club pierre gasly and celine d'souza have called it quits on their relationship after almost three months of dating, sources close to the pair reported. the pair started dating back in august after gasly broke up with his "summer love", y/n y/l/n, affectionately named as augustine by gasly and his fans. although their break up was kept hush for a long time and so was their relationship, pierre wasted no time in moving on and with none other than social media influencer, celine d'souza. "there is no bad blood between them," sources claimed, "they just didn't fit well and it was no good trying to make it work." for more details about their short-lived relationship and the driver's summer romance with the singer, click on the link in our bio.

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pierregasly do something about it

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-> landonorris unprovoked ☹️

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-> yourusername im 182729291% sure charles is gonna murder him if he acts a bit silly again so i'd say it's looking pretty good!!!!

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-> alexandrasaintmleux you were the one who came up with the most creative insults every time don't LIE like a LIAR

-> pierregasly charles???

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username why am i js figuring it out that y/n is AUGUSTINE like from august by taylor swift

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username something about pierre going from her summer love to love love (we don't talk abt what happened in the middle ☺️)

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username i just KNOW charles is pulling at his hair rn bc i know my man has so much dirt on pierre but they reconciled a bit too quickly

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username time to go on a vacation and make it a mission to hate the dude i meet and then fall in love with him

-> username HATE????

-> username pierre and y/n HATED each other when they first met but then long story short y/n saved him from a jellyfish and then it was lovers part of enemies to lovers ❤️

-> username oh the lore is WILD

username don't be a coward and record get him back with these lyrics 😡😡😡😡😡

-> yourusername i would but pierre would cry if i sang that song again now that he's back in my good books 😔💔

-> landonorris this is why you need to break up again x

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-> username tears

pierregasly thank you for doing something about it because i could NEVER

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pierregasly you were my summer love and now you'll be my forever love

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wileys-russo · 7 months

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Please could you write something with reader trying to teach alexia english😩

PSA: I don’t speak Spanish so I sincerely apologise for any mistakes

second languages II a.putellas

"hola! ale?" you called out as you let yourself into your girlfriends apartment, bending down to scoop up nala who came hurtling at you from the sofa. "hola!" you heard the blonde call out from her bedroom as you cooed at the small ball of fluff in your arms and kicked off your shoes, sliding them to sit neatly beside your girlfriends.

you couldn't help but chuckle as you entered the bedroom to see alexia's eyes trained on the large tv on her wall, watching barcelonas last match with real madrid. a notebook and pen sat nestled in her lap, the girl clearly taking notes before their upcoming rival game this weekend.

"nadie puede decir que no estás dedicada bonita." (no one can ever say you are not dedicated) you laughed, placing nala down and shaking your head. "para ser el mejor tienes que saber todo sobre tu oponente. hola hermosa." (to be the best you have to know everything about your opponent. hi beautiful) your girlfriend shrugged, moving her notebook away and opening her arms expectantly.

"y por eso eres la mejor?" (and that is why you are the best?) you laughed, placing your keys and phone down on her desk. "si es por eso que soy la mejor." (yes, that is why i am the best) the catalan grinned as you collapsed on top of her, your arms wrapping around one another in a tight hug.

"No es que me queje al verte. pero pensé que tenías trabajo esta tarde?" (not that i am complaining to see you. but i thought you had jobs this afternoon?) alexia questioned curiously as you moved a few loose strands of hair out of her face.

"a few clients cancelled so it freed up my afternoon." you explained with a happy smile, honestly not all that bothered if it meant you got to spend more time with her.

"veo. bueno, al juego todavía le queda la mitad." (i see. well the game still has one half to go) your girlfriend smiled as you sighed, knowing her well enough that there would be very little you could say to pry her away from her match studies.

"i'm gonna go make some food then." you chuckled, pecking her lips and moving to stand but her arms stayed locked around you. "o podrías quedarte y mirar conmigo mi vida." (or you could stay and watch with me) alexia grinned, wiggling her eyebrows making you laugh.

"haré algo de comida y luego volveré y miraré. okay?" (i will make some food then come back and watch) you bargained, the blonde humming and letting you up. "si, okay."

"and don't forget, we're practicing your english later." you reminded causing the older girl to groan loudly in contempt. "ale! you promised." you warned at her response, the blonde flopping backwards and sighing.

"de repente me siento muy mal bebe. podría perder mi voz." (suddenly i am feeling very sick baby. i might lose my voice) the taller girl faked a cough causing you to narrow your eyes at her in a glare.

"alexia you are the one who asked me to help you be more confident in your english. so that you can speak easier with my family!" you warned her sternly, the midfielder whining like a child throwing a tantrum as she kicked her feet and dragged her hands down her face.

bit by the travel bug you decided to spend a summer interning in barcelona around a year and a half ago, you already knew spanish from studying it in school and so when the opportunity came up from one of your old teachers for a photography internship abroad, you'd have been stupid to say no.

that was how you'd met alexia, a few months in you'd been sent to assist on a shoot for the new fc barcelona kit drop.

you'd caught the older girls eyes right away the moment you'd first spoke, alexia finding endless amusement in the way your thick northern accent came through in your spanish.

so with some light teasing throughout the shoot you were surprised when she'd asked if you wanted to grab dinner afterward, claiming that you'd not had a proper barcelona experience until you'd eaten at some of the best places it had to offer which alexia was glad to show you.

and the rest was a story you'd probably tell your grandkids one day.

"o podrías ayudar a tu familia a mejorar su español?" (or you could help your family work on their spanish) your girlfriend suggested with an innocent smile, which promptly dropped as you only continued to wordlessly glare at her.

"fine!" alexia huffed, throwing her hands up in defeat before crossing them over her chest, pouting up at you. "that's not going to work ale. go back to your game!" you nodded to the tv, turning around and heading toward the kitchen.

"cual es tu horario para mañana bonita?" (whats your schedule for tomorrow) your girlfriend asked with a stretch, joining you in the kitchen from her bedroom. "hermosa?" she called out again when you didn't answer.

"in english." you turned to her with a smile, leaning against the counter as you took a bite from your sandwich. "qué?" alexia frowned as you pulled yourself to sit on the counter. "english lessons ale. i will only respond when you speak in english!" you explained with a shrug, continuing to eat your sandwich.

"mierda. uh, what are your....jobs tomorrow?" the older girl managed to get out as you nodded encouragingly. "i have a shoot at two and another at five." you answered, your girlfriends understanding of english was fine as was yours of spanish, but it was her diction that she was often insecure about.

"what time is training tomorrow?" you asked, leaning over to place your empty plate in the sink. "training is at ten." alexia answered with a little more ease and you smiled.

"okay so now lets practice like you're talking with my family." you started, jumping down from the counter and moving to the living room, both you and alexia taking a seat on the sofa.

"how have you been?" "good." "okay, they're going to want to know more than that baby. what about football? speak about that." "okay. we have been training for the..." you watched as the blonde struggled to find the right words, huffing in frustration.

"champions league?" "si. sorry, yes. champions league. barcelona lost last time, we do not want that to happen again so we train hard, we try to win all our games." "good! see, you can do it ale." you nudged the older girl with your foot, sending her a soft smile of encouragement. "you will have to help me with your father." alexia chuckled as you agreed, your dads accent easily the thickest of your families with how fast he spoke alexia often struggled to understand what he was saying.

"your accent when you speak english is very cute baby." you grinned, watching on victoriously as a small blush coated the girls cheeks, a welcome change from her often sharp demeanor.

"ojalá pudiera decir lo mismo de tu nena española." (wish i could say the same about your spanish) the taller girl sent you a smile, hands tugging at your top to pull you closer to her. "hey!" you frowned in offence at the comment as you now sat practically in her lap, her long legs reclined down the sofa.

"should i say in english too?" alexia teased as you smacked her chest with a small pout.

"there are some things you like better when i say in spanish baby girl, no?" alexias tone shifted as her eyes roamed your features with a slightly darker gaze. your face heated up at what you knew she was insinuating, her hands gently sliding up and down your bare thighs.

"...maybe some things sound better in spanish."

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w2soneshots · 1 month

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Labour -W2S

Words: 1.6k+

Warnings: pregnancy, birth.

In which you and Harry finally meet your baby girl.

a/n: I’ve never had a baby so I apologise if this isn’t accurate!! Also this was a request on wattpad. Hope you enjoy🫶🏼🧸

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y/username: not long now🫣🤍 @wrotoshaw @freyanightingale

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I met Harry in primary school. I always thought he was a little weird but just as high school finished I fell head over heels in love with that weird boy. That was 12 years old. We got married two years ago, it was a small wedding in Guernsey with only our closest friends and family. Just under a year ago we decided we wanted a kid, 4 months later I found out I was 8 weeks pregnant. I waited an entire week to tell Harry just so I could tell him with a little bag containing a mini version of his charity match jersey inside (that I'd had specially made). Then we told the boys, Faith, Freya and Talia at a special dinner that we arranged just so we could tell them all together. They were extremely excited, especially Ethan and Faith because there would now be another set of parents in the group.

We found out we were having a little girl when I was 21 weeks. That was also around the time I felt the baby kick for the first time, me and Harry sat in our bed absolutely freaking out about it. After we knew it was a girl I could finally start buying an unholy amount of baby clothes, teddies and things for the nursery. Me and Faith have become considerably closer, since we now have things to talk about, she's really been a great help when it came to little worries I had or if I just needed someone to rant to about back pain.

I'm currently 38 weeks. The hospital bags are packed and the nursery is completely ready. I am seriously getting bored of being pregnant and would really like to just meet my baby. Harry ran me a warm bath so I could relax. Then I dried myself, put on my current favourite pyjamas and slid into bed next to him. I struggled slightly getting to sleep since I was really uncomfortable. I tossed and turned until I finally drifted off to sleep.

I woke to the feeling of wet between my legs. Confused, I pulled the covers back. My eyes met a large patch of clear ish liquid on the mattress, barely visible in the darkness of the room. My brows furrowed then my face dropped, mouth turning into an O shape. My water just broke. I took a deep breath then turned to gently shake Harry awake, he groaned. "Haz, wake up" I whispered gently. "What- what's up?!" He said the last part with a little bit of urgency after properly waking. "I think my water just broke." I stated calmly. His eyes widened "what!" He jumped off the bed.

"Calm down. It's fine the midwife said we have time, remember?" His face calmed slightly then he took in a shaky breath "are you ok?" He asked, coming over to my side of the bed. "I'm fine." I replied. He helped me off the soaked bed and to my feet. "This is really happening, we're really going this." He said with slight excitement in his eyes. "Yes we are. Now can you grab the hospital bag while I change?" He quickly nodded then ran towards the nursery where the bag resides.

I got changed into a comfy sweat set, brushed my hair and tied it back into a bun. When I emerged from the bedroom Harry was stood by the door rapidly texting on his phone. "Ready to go?" I asked. He looked up "yea," he nodded "I was just texting the boys." I giggled "Harry it's 5am!" I said with a light shake of my head. "I needed to tell someone!" He exclaimed. "We're any of them even awake?" I asked as he unlocked the front door. "Uh- no but they'll see it in a bit." I laughed.

Once we got in the car I text my mum telling her what was going on, then Harry speedily started the car. We were at the hospital just 15 minutes later. Harry helped me inside and we were quickly taken to a private room. "What time did your water break?" The nurse asked. "Around half four." I answered. "Ok... and have you had any contractions?" She questioned while scribbling on her clipboard. "Uh no, not yet." She looked up "alright then, I'll get my colleague to come and attach you to some machines so we can monitor you and baby." She said with a kind smile. I thanked her and she left the room.

Another nurse came in soon after and wrapped my stomach with some monitors, she did some other general checks on me. Once she left Harry came to sit next to me and held my hand. I smiled at him but my smile was quickly replaced with a look of discomfort as I felt a small but painful cramp wrap around the bottom of my stomach. "Woah, was that a contradiction?" Harry questioned a few seconds later, once it had subsided. I nodded "ye I think so." I replied. "Should I go get the nurse?" He asked. "No I'm fine." I answered. He nodded and kept his hand firmly in mine.

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Once it hit 8am I was having regular contractions that were lasting around 30 seconds each and were 7 minutes apart. The midwife came in and checked how dilated I was, 4 centimetres. Me and Harry sat on a FaceTime call with his mum, dad and Rosie, just a few minutes after we called my family. Then I got a call from Faith. "Hey! How's it going. How are you?!" She asked excitedly. "Hey, I'm okay." I said with a light smile. She returned the smile "I literally couldn't believe it when Ethan told me you were in labour this morning." She stated. Before I could say anything else I felt another contraction building. I quickly said goodbye and placed my phone next to me. I took a deep breath and squeezed Harry's hand. "You're doing so good, breathe." He said quietly. As the pain subsided I let out a heavy sigh. Harry squeezed my hand lightly "You're incredible." I looked to him and smiled "You're so cute."

After an excruciating amount of time I was finally at 9 centimetres. I stood with my arms wrapped around Harry's neck, swaying slightly and breathing heavily. "Not long now. You've got this. I love you. You're doing so good." Harry whispered in to my ears as I clung to him. He kept his hands firmly on my waist, helping me to stay up. "Ok y/n, It looks like you're ready to push!" My midwife said and I looked up to Harry with fear in my eyes. He helped me back onto the bed and cupped my face in his hands gently "you're gonna be fine, I'm here." He said with a comforting voice. To be honest I thought Harry was going to be an absolute mess when it came to me giving birth but I was pleasantly surprised on how strong he's been, for me.

I lay back on the bed, held up by a few pillows and Harry was quick to grab my hand, once again. With my legs propped up, my midwife sat on a chair in front of me. "On the next contraction push as hard as you can." she said through my legs. I nodded nervously and it wasn't long until I felt that now all familiar pain run from my stomach all the way round to my lower back. I squeezed Harry's hand so tight I thought I might break it as I pushed with all I had.

After almost 30 minutes of what felt like constant pushing I finally heard the loud cries of my baby. Tears immediately poured down my face and the last few hours completely left my brain. I looked over to Harry once they passed me my baby. I have only ever seen Harry cry once during the entire time I've known him, but there was tears falling down his face as he stared sweetly at me. "You did incredible. She's perfect. I love you so much." He choked out. I brought him towards me by fisting his shirt in my hand and pulling him so our lips connected.

Once Harry cut the babies umbilical cord, both me and baby were checked over and cleaned up and we informed our families and friends that we were both ok and that the baby was healthy, we sat admiring the sweet little baby peacefully sleeping in the plastic cot. "We need to name her." Harry said quietly. "Got any ideas?" I asked, realising I hadn't actually thought about the fact she'd need a name. "Uhm, I like the name Nova." He said. My eyes lit up slightly and I nodded "she looks like a Nova." More tears dropped from my eyes. Harry shuffled towards me "what's wrong? are you okay?" He asked softly. I laughed lightly "I'm fine. I just- love her so much." Harry giggled then pulled me into a warm hug "I love you." He said with a breathy laugh. I smiled into his chest "I love you too."

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remuslupinbutcooler · 11 months

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Puppy love

You awoke, to a less pleasant sight to what you had fallen asleep to. Marko and Paul were fighting , not their usual playful fighting , this time it seemed too real.

“No you fuckwit, i’m telling you that i’m gonna be her first .” Paul had Marko in a headlock, markos body kicking and grasping at Paul.

“No no no, she’s mine . I wanna be her first..” Marko was clawing him , almost like a cat.

“Boys boys.. We’ll each get a turn… Does it really matter who’s her first ? i’d rather be her last than-“

“YES IT MATTERS.” The terror twins soon let go of each other before whining like small children.

“First what?” You had finally spoken up, curious and confused.

The boys soon noticed you, before any could speak up , Dwaynes arms cradled around you . Pulling you closer into him.

“Hi sweet thing “ He planted small kisses around your body , “ ignore them… they’re just being stupid..” His hands held you in a way that felt unfamiliar but comforting.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The board walk was full, too crowded for your little mind to deal with . The boys had noticed your fidgets , small sighs and shakes amongst the group .

Dwayne’s hand lay against your hip, his fingers moving against it slightly . Markos hand lay on the small of your back, while his other hand lay on top of a now angry Paul. Paul and David were arguing, another thing that didn’t help to your anxieties.

“Paul, she wants to go home.. you can feed later . Let’s just get our-“

“Our ? I’m not-“

“Y/N, baby, this ain’t the time. We’ll talk about it later ? hm?”

“I wanna talk about it now.”

“You’re anxious, you dont.”

“I do. So just tell me , waking up was strange and now you’re acting all skittish.” You were on edge .

“We can’t really explain..I know someone who can but-“

“Then take me there.”

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“Max , Y/n…. Y/n…Max… “ David sighed before pushing you infront of the male.

“Oh… how lovely to finally meet you..” Max smiled , “ David said you’re here because of something?”

“That’s right Sir..”

“ You’re aware you’re turned right ?”

“Yes sir .”

“ Are you aware of mates ?”

“mates ?”

“Oh..I see the problem.. so you know how animals have mates , bats and such…”

“Ummm…sure..?” You were confused , your head tilted slightly while your hands flapped slightly and slowly within your sleeves.

“Okay so vampires have mates too and um…” He took a shaky breath before turning away, “ it seems that your the boys mate..”

“which one of the boys’ am I?” You didn’t mind whoever , they were each beautiful in their own way.

David laughed, “ Doll.. he meant.. uh.. all of us . We’re yours and your ours baby..”

……..

i apologise if this seemed rushed , i just felt bad about taking a break and writing actually helps me out so much so i’ll continue writing but my posting may be slow !! thank you

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manjiroro · 10 months

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secret lover

character: mitsuya

content: fluff, gn reader

synopsis: mitsuya seems to have gotten into a relationship and the boys are determined to get him to confess who his secret lover is

wc: 529

hello! i’m somewhat back so have this short drabble i thought of because im having mitsuya brainrot <33 my skills are rusty so im sorry if its wonky,, hope you enjoy!!

“C’mon mitsuya just tell us who the lucky person is and we’ll leave”

“Yeah mitsuya it wouldn’t hurt to tell us y’know, your BEST friends”

“Guys i genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about. Just go home already.” mitsuya said, backing up into a corner by his friends, to which mikey pouted, draken and baji scoffed, and pehyan pointing an accusatory finger at him,

“Nuh uh, i saw you holding hands with someone after school when you said you were too busy to hang out with us.”

Mitsuya sighed, sweat collecting along his hairline. It was because of that accusation that caused the rest of the toman founders to storm into his club room, demanding who this secret someone was that was causing him to be ‘too busy’ to hang out with the boys.

“It’s not like we’re gonna freak out that you’re in a relationship mitsuya, just tell us.” draken calmly said.

“The bigger question is why are you here draken. You’re not the typa guy to hound on me like this.”

“I’m curious. And also so that these two idiots don’t do anything stupid.” draken explained, head tilting to refer to both mikey and baji.

Just as mitsuya was about to defend himself once again, the doors to the club room swung open revealing an exasperated student, clutching onto their shirt buttons.

“Taka-kun! This is an emergency! My shirt button popped out and i can’t possibly walk around school with my chest exposed for the whole world to see!” you cried, hoping to be met with the open arms of your boyfriend, but soon stopped in your tracks seeing your purple haired lover being cornered by four other boys.

“Uh- am I interrupting something here..?” you asked slowly, confusion evident on your face. The toman founders turned their attention from you to the poor boy cornered in between them. Said boy was flushed, his face and ears turning a light pink colour, eyes casting downward in hopes of avoiding the other boys’ gazes.

“So, taka-kun, mind introducing who this lovely person is?” baji teased, wrapping his arm around mitsuya’s shoulder and directing him to you.

Mitsuya clears his throat, removing baji’s arm and walking towards you, his shaking arm wrapping around your waist tightly, almost as if to ground and calm himself down.

“This is y/n, y/n these are my friends. Now come with me, lemme fix your shirt for you.” mitsuya guides you to his work table while he turns his head behind to mouth a ‘get out’ to his friends. The boys snickered before they finally left the club room and flustered mitsuya alone.

“I’m sorry taka-kun, i didn’t know your friends were here.” you apologised to your boyfriend, a cute pout making its way to your lips. To which mitsuya chuckled and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

“That’s alright my love, i was gonna have to introduce you to them sooner or later.” mitsuya smiled at you and gave you a small pat on your head. Although, it wasn’t the way mitsuya was planning on introducing you to his friends. He was definitely going to kick their asses later.

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klausysworld · 11 months

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Hi, can you please write an oneshot where reader exploited yandere Klaus Mikaelson’s trust by faking her affection to escape, but she returned to his house a few hours later crying and apologising because she realised she cannot live without him and her feeling toward him is actually real despite she tried to convince herself otherwise? Thanks a lot.

You came back

My plan was supposed to be perfect.

It had taken fucking months to accomplish only for me to wind back up in the same situation by choice.

Weeks of gaining his trust and being loving.

I had kissed him, touched him, declared my love for him.

I had laughed at his jokes, worn what he asked of me. I was his precious girl and my own stupid mind had to go and fuck it all up.

I thought I was free.

I had tricked the beast.

I was out, my legs moving so fast I couldn’t feel them as I bolted through trees.

And yet once I was miles out of reach and ‘free’ I was really just alone.

What the actual fuck was I meant to do without Klaus?

He did everything for me.

I had no money and was in a thin summer dress, but the sky was getting darker and the winds were picking up.

The cars that went past scared me, I wasn’t used to the outside noises anymore or the bright headlights. I had ran off before I had eaten and now I was starving with nothing but trees for miles. I was too afraid to follow the road incase he was driving on it.

But after another few hours of aimlessly walking, I just wanted him to come get me. I wanted to go back home and snuggle up with him. I want his hands in my hair while we watch his stupid films and he feeds be strawberries and calls me his princess. I want him to wrap me up in a blanket and rock me to sleep with promises of a better future. He’s never gonna let me do anything now.

He’s gonna put me back in the basement instead of upstairs and I’m gonna have to sit silence again and wait for him to stop yelling at me.

And yet despite all of those factors, I still found myself back at his house. But he wasn’t home. So I just waited on his doorstep for hours. Until he came back.

I was curled up on his doormat with tears rolling down my cheeks and my body shivering.

My eyes were closed in the silent hope that I would either fall asleep or die before he got back.

Bur the second I heard a car pull up I was wide awake and my eyes shot open. I whined at the blinding lights from the car and covered my head in my arms

I could head his footsteps as he quickly approaches me

“Sweetheart” he whispered before I was lifted into his arms. I hid my face in his chest as he rubbed my back. I let out a sob as my hands gripped his henley.

I could feel the warmth of the house as he brought me inside and locked the door behind us. I bit the inside of my cheek when I opened my eyes, we were heading for the basement

“Please no” I whispered “Please I’ll do anything else” I begged “please, please I’m sorry” i cried, I held onto him tighter “I’m sorry” I repeated, i kissed his neck softly “I’m so sorry”

I could feel his hands in my hair as he opened the door and I immediately let out a cry “nononono” I whimpered, my nails dug into him “I came back” I whispered “I came back!” I yelled “I came back you can’t do this!” I pressed my lips to his but he pulled away, his hand grabbing my neck

“You ran.” He stated

“I came back” I whispered, tears staining my face as he tried to drag me down the stairs “I came back to you” I cried

“You tricked me” he muttered coldly

“I’m sorry” I whispered “I was scared…but I need you…I want you, I know that now”

His hand stroked my face “how am I supposed to believe you sweetheart?” He asked, hurt visible on his face

“I’ll do anything you want” I promised

“You let me do that already” he muttered, shaking his head “you let me do all those things just to run away didn’t you?”

I looked down and he nodded, I didn’t struggle as he put me into the cell that was originally my room. He sat me down on the floor and searched me, he frowned when he saw the rips in my dress and little cuts from where I had ran through the bushes and trees.

“Why would you come back?” He asked quietly “you went through so much trouble to get away, you’re freezing, bleeding and white as a ghost” he murmured “did something happen?” He questioned and my expression softened. Even wen he was mad, he still cared. He would always care. He loved me.

I shook my head “I missed you” I uttered and he nodded, holding my hand “there were so many loud things and it was dark, and cold, and I couldn’t find any food in the woods and then I was lost and I couldn’t find you- I couldn’t” I brought my knees to my chest as I choked on my own words.

I was lifted back into his arms on onto his lap making me cling to him tightly “you were in the woods? Sweetheart you were missing over 14 hours”

I rubbed my face against his chest, pushing his scent into my nose. I wrapped my arms around him as I nuzzled into him “will you stay here please?” I asked weakly “please, just ten minutes”

His hand pet my head and I was lifted back up, I squeezed his shirt and looked up to him in confusion “where are we going?” I questioned and he looked down to me, his fingers tucked a strand of hair behind my ear

“To my room sweetheart” he murmured kissing my head softly and speeding up both flights if stairs.

“Why?” I whispered as he put me down on his bed

“You came back” he responded as though it were obvious, “you came back” he repeated before kissing my lips softly.

His hands unbuttoned my dress at the back and lifted it over my head leaving me in my underwear. I looked up at him nervously but his expression held no malicious intent. He lifted me once more and brought me to his bathroom and pushed my panties down my legs. I stayed silent as he took my bra off and then stripped from his clothes. His arm went round my waist, pulling me to him and bringing us both into the shower. He turned it on and onto the hot temperature I liked.

My eyes shut as he kissed my neck gently, his fingers brushing through my hair to get it all wet. I sighed out as he lathered my hair in shampoo, the heat if the water was much needed after shaking in a forest for over a dozen hours.

“I do love you” I whispered “I’m sorry I didn’t know that until now…and I’m sorry I lied before when I said that I did when maybe I didn’t yet”

“It’s alright” he muttered, rinsing my hair, “I haven’t made this easy for you sweetheart, I admit to that. I understand why you ran away, it’s okay…but I never expected you to come back, I shouldn’t have been so mad…I shouldn’t have put you back down there. You came back, you’re perfect, my precious princess”

I pushed against him closer, pressing our bodies together. “I love you” I whispered again, hugging him to me. We remained silent until we were finished and I was swaddled with one of his big fluffy towels.

His arms kept me to him as he carried me back to his bed, grabbing clothes on his way.

He slipped my silky pyjamas up my legs and over my head before throwing on his boxers and getting into bed.

I looked around for a minute, I didn’t come into Klaus’s room very often. He had a window that could open and he didn’t like to risk me being able to jump. It smelt like him, covered in artwork and the colour scheme was dark. His bed was bigger than mine, bigger than any bed I had ever seen and comfiest too.

I kept still as I felt him combing through my hair and pulling it into a low ponytail. “You want to go look out the window?” He asked softly, normally looking outside was great but after experiencing the world again I didn’t want to go back so I shook my head quickly and lead down beside him.

He pulled me to him, his arms pulling me so his front curled around my back. “You won’t leave again, do you understand?” He questioned though it was really just a statement.

“I won’t leave again” I repeated

“Good girl” he murmured

I turned in his arms to face him and smiled weakly. He leant down and kissed my lips softly a few times “I love you sweetheart, I don’t want anything to happen to you…You know that” he mumbled, his hand cupped my face making my eyes close “I love you” he breathed with a kiss to my forehead “I’m so proud of you for coming back”

“I’ll always come back”

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a/n: not sure if other countries have rubbish chutes but my country does! i have to get out of my house to go to the common floor chute to throw my rubbish so this is just a little drabble based on that + spider-man!gojo :) / tagging @osaemu @jabamin @shotorus @hyomagiri @mysugu ✶

“yes, yes! i’ll take out the trash—” you’re shouting to your mom when you’re called upon again, the third time within ten minutes to take the trash out. through your one-sided airpods (your left one always dies first), you can hear your mom tying the plastic bag and cleaning up at the sink.

it’s always been her bringing it to the chute outside your house; occasionally, you’d help but routine has never really let you do it, so later when you’re awkwardly tucking your phone into your pocket and listening to charlie burg’s voice through the right airpod, you can’t help the grimace that takes over your features at the wetness all over the trash bag.

“oh, it’s just water; stop being dramatic!” your mom chastises whilst on her nightly cup of water, gulping down the beverage before nodding towards the master bedroom, “i’m gonna go to sleep first.”

you hum in a half-hearted response, a little annoyed that you were interrupted from your lazing around but you still manage a soft goodnight when she disappears into the room and the house falls quiet. apart from the background classical music that plays from the stereo in the room and the laughter of the older kids downstairs outside, you’re living in a world of both music and silence, feeling a little disoriented by the one-sided song.

the walk to the outdoor chute is short in your oversized puffer jacket, flip-flops seemingly slapping against the floor in attempts of waking up all your neighbours beside you but thankfully they don’t seem to mind when you walk past their homes. it’s cold, feeling the snow that beats into the open corridors that lead to the rubbish chute. beside it, there’s a ledge that overlooks the other buildings, too.

with one swift step to the foot lever, the chute opens and you’re dumping the trash bag into the dirty, stained metal device and with a listening ear, you grin when you hear the bag travel through the tunnel and reach the bottom with a big plunk!, not really realising the ledge now held something.

or someone.

“h—”

if your slippers didn’t wake the neighbours up, your scream definitely did when spiderman himself hops off the ledge and leaps forward to place his palm over your mouth. it only fuels your desire to scream even more before you remember that your damn boyfriend is the vigilante that the police are looking for and citizens are rooting for more and more and that calms your racing heart just a bit.

but you still give him his due treatment . .

“what!” smack. “the!” smack. “fuck!” smack. “were!” smack. “you!” smack. “thinking?!” smack.

. . even if the widening of his spider-man mask eyes were adorable.

“sorry! sorry, sorry—” spider-man!gojo only continues to apologise but you can tell he’s enjoying it at least a little, hands gripping your biceps to help you to centre yourself. and as you predicted, once your boyfriend pulls off his mask, there’s a shit-eating grin and a cheeky glint in his eyes.

you muster the most unimpressed face you can — “really? i’m starting to think you’re not really sorry,” your mouth twists when you roll your eyes, getting ready to make a show of heading back into your house before he brings you into his arms. even with a hint of faux protest from you, you’re melting into his embrace, grumbling into his chest.

there’s a hint of wetness along his suit that you feel against your body, probably from the snow outside, but mostly you can feel the cold air against your hair and laboured breaths in your ear.

“i am! i missed you . .” he mumbles, suited fingers gripping your body tight against him like you were an apparition, “i just wanted to, uhm—”

it’s rare that you see your boyfriend having such a hard time with words, but it’s a cute sight when he pulls away and stumbles in his sentences and quickly removes the backpack that he’s webbed to the wall outside. there’s a noise of surprise from you as you watch him crawl outside on all fours and rip the backpack, scrambling to remove something from it.

and you’re so caught off-guard — in his hands are a ruined bouquet of flowers and a mixtape he’s put together for you — that you giggle at the state of it and coo at his downcast expression. he’s looking in the bag, outside, anywhere for what might’ve been the culprit to make the flowers turn out that way until he realises he had bought them a tad bit early and had been swinging around with it the whole day.

“aw . . satoru, they’re still pretty!” you take the gift with grateful hands, something you cherish despite his busy schedule of school and fighting villains. “but maybe don’t go on missions when you’ve got fresh flowers in your bag?”

satoru whines at that as he instinctively webs his backpack again, sulking until you’re leaping forward to give him another tight hug. alas, you would’ve preferred the comfort of his familiar hoodie but you can settle for the spandex of his suit as you squeeze him tight, ignoring the cold air that seeps into your bones.

“thank you, thank you ’toru . .” you smile, pulling away slightly before you take in the state of him. you didn’t have much time before, but now you can fully appreciate his white stark hair that matches the snow outside and the blue of his eyes that mirror his suit.

“it’s the thought that counts right?” he asks awkwardly, scratching his head with the hand that clutches his mask.

you burst out laughing, “yes. yes it indeed is,” you smoothen out his hair, but not before you’re forming an idea, “i’ll— i’ll go put these in water and see if i can salvage them. you, stay here.”

with one peck to his cheek, you’re off back to your house but the bouquet of flowers is only left on your bedside table. in your hands are something else, a scarf and beanie that you take back to the area of the rubbish chute.

it’s not a place you deem romantic, but you’d never pass up a surprise visit from your superhero boyfriend. when you get back he’s removing the fallen petals from his bag, interrupting his activity when you place the scarf around his neck.

“here,” you smile, wrapping it around once and tucking in the ends, “it’s cold.”

satoru looks at you like everything good in the world, a bright grin breaking through when your eyes meet his in the midst of your adjusting.

“just so you know, you might not see this scarf ever again, sweetness.”

you laugh, “why? cause it’s got my scent all over it?”

gojo shrugs and gestures, “partially, but also it might fall off while i’m doing big boy things and swingin’ around in the neighbourhood.”

you push his shoulder lightly and joke, “if my scarf touches the city ground, you’re never hearing from me again.”

and all he does is cross his heart and hold out his hand, “i humbly hold your promise to my heart, your royal highness.”

gently you pull him towards you with the scarf ends, careful not to choke him. there, your lips collide with his glossed ones that manage to stay like that despite the cold weather, while your chapped ones only surprise him. but he swallows the shock soon enough, humming into the kiss softly as he wraps his suited arms around you. you’re so warm, puffer jacket and all and his neck is already heating up from the scarf and his flustered state, enough heat to fuel him through the night.

when oxygen becomes scarce you find that you need to pull away, met again with his pretty eyes that soften just by looking at you, but you both know that he needs to go when the notifications on his phone don’t stop. it’s probably his trackers notifying him about the villain, so you help him put on his mask, making sure the eye holes fit exactly where it needs to go and the sewing lines up with the rest of his suit. the beanie goes on last.

“baby— i . . i just needed to come see you before i fight green goblin,” he mumbles, brushing hair from your face and even with the barrier between the both of you, you know he’s smiling under, “some good luck would suffice, don’t ya think?”

“it would. now, go.” you pat his cheek, pulling away reluctantly as he slings his backpack and you suddenly feel cold again. “stay safe, spider-man.”

satoru cannot wait until he’s in your arms again, so he lunges forward and pulls his mask up just to his nose to give you one last kiss and you indulge him; when your eyes open, he’s already on the ledge.

“merry christmas, baby.” you can see the familiar stunning smile and a soft confession before he’s hopping off and you’re running to it to watch him swing away with a loud, lovesick laugh that sounds a little too much like the star student, gojo satoru, but it doesn’t matter when you know you’re the only one who knows his secret.

part two

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tumbleweedbee · 2 months

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male reader trying to take care of sick ghost but its too diffcult becus hes just too stubborn!!! :(((

IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT BUT TYSM FOR THE REQUEST!!

Also I apologise for the terrible writing as I haven’t wrote in a while and I’m very rusty 😭🥲

-Reader POV-

I received a call from Price while I was in the army barracks, I always fear these calls as they’re usually to do with someone dying or someone betraying us, so I held my breath.

“Hey uh, Y/n, I know I never really call you but I kinda need your help with something..”

I raise my eyebrow at the odd request, I know price isn’t exactly the kind to ask someone like me for help, I feel curiosity eat at me, as I feel myself ask “What could you need my help with, is it serious..?” I mumble, nervous at the response.

“No..no, nothing of such notions Y/n, it’s just…y’know how you and ghost are close..?”I feel myself get confused..Ghost and I are close??We’re certainly not enemies, but not exactly friends either, we just like to chat every so often.

“Well he hasn’t kicked your head in and I consider that friendship enough”Price replies and I guess I can’t argue with that logic.

“Alright, well what about Ghost, is he okay?” I question, hoping he’s okay.

“He’s fine, mostly, he’s just came down with a stomach bug and isn’t allowed to go on the mission due to that, he needs someone to take care of him, but you’re the only person who opted out of the mission, think you can help?”

I hear Prices anxiousness at my response and of course, who am I to say no to Price!

“Sure!Of course I can help cap’n, I’d be happy to!”I hear the captain exhale a large breath of relief.

“Alright, I’ll go down with him to the barracks, just know that he is a bit…moody that he’s missing out..”I nod my head with understanding, how did I even get into this mess?

-5 minutes later-

I hear the door to the barracks open and see Price walk in-with Ghost reluctantly trailing behind him.”Well, he’s all yours y/n, take care of ‘im” I nod obediently as I look over at Ghost, the man’s hands and neck look slightly paler than normal but apart from that, you wouldn’t really notice that he’s ill.Ghost only grunts in response at Prices words, not saying much.

“Well, I’ll be off to continue the mission, makes sure he’s well rested.”Price requests sternly.

“Yes sir” I nod, as I watch the man walk away; as soap turns to me,

“It’s not even that ba-“”ShhShhShh, I’m your babysitter now lieutenant, now get into bed.”I see him roll his eyes as he slides under the covers of his bottom bunk, waiting to be told some other dumb command that he’ll argue.

“This is stupid y/n, I’m fine” now it was my turn to roll my eyes. “You’re literally pale, I can see it, now, take off your mask”I notice him pale even more at the request.

“Take it off?”

I nod my head, waiting patiently for his answer, before adding “You can keep the balaclava on, just take off the mask.”

He reluctantly complies and takes the peculiar skull mask off, as I feel my heart palpate slightly at his hypnotic eyes, fuck maybe he’s given my the stomach bug too??

I swallow a lump in my throat as ghost looks at me, slightly confused.”I’m gonna get you chicken soup, can you hold food down?”Ghost nods his head reluctantly.

”You really don’t have to look after m-“ his eyes widen in panic as he rushes to the bathroom and I hear him violently cough and throw up, I feel bad knowing that it must be hurting his throat, as I approach the bathroom and knock on the door,

“May I come in?” I ask, not wanting to intrude, as I hear a raspy “okay”.

I walk in and see him hunched over, with half of his balaclava rolled up just enough for his mouth to be free, as I rub his back up and down to comfort him and soothe the pain in his throat.

“We’re gonna be here a while” I mumble.

“You can leave if you w-“

“No.”

And so I stayed.

#tumbleweedbee #tumblr #ask box #male yn #male reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x male reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley smut #Simon riley x male yn #cod #call of duty #ghost x male reader #john price #captain john price #lieutenant simon riley

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ffsg0jo · 19 days

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I loved your Ramadan works with the JJK characters. It's so nice to see another muslimah who writes for JJK :)). I am not sure if you are still actively posting, but would you consider writing a piece with the cast's reaction to the hijab and abaya? JazakAllah!

jjk characters with a muslim/hijabi reader [gojo edition]

gojo x reader [platonic or romantic it's open to interpretation]

w/c: 955 words

a/n: i got so carried away writing gojo's i realised if i added more characters, it'd be an incredibly long post. so i took them out and i'm gonna post them over the next couple weeks <33 so far i have megumi, nanami, itadori and nobara lmk if you want anymore characters :)) also guys pls feel free to send requests/suggestions :))

also anon you're the sweetest person every thank you so so much you've single handedly given me motivation to keep writing and ive got more works coming out. i hope you're having an amazing day inshaAllah bestie 💗

Gojo definitely thinks you’re doing a cosplay of some sort. It’s not uncommon in certain parts of Tokyo, so it’s safe to assume so most of the time. Even he’s been mistaken for Kakashi cosplays a lot of the time, with his black get-up and blindfold.

But then he sees you wearing different colour hijabs and abayas, and sometimes even a cute lil jilbabs and it confuses him. Suddenly, the thought occurs to him that maybe you’re not in a 24/7 cosplay, like him, and actually just dress covered head to toe.

As soon as he reaches that epiphany you best believe he pesters you and badgers you for answers. “y/n are you cold? is that why you’re always dressed like that?”

At first, you think it’s funny to give him nonsensical answers because he keeps saying stupid things, but you realise he's being deadly serious. plus, he gets increasingly bothersome, so you eventually get annoyed from all his questioning and just tell him about how you’re a Muslim and observe hijab.

He actually takes it quite seriously and apologises for lowkey making fun of your shitty cosplay in his head. He’s ignorant, not prejudiced, so he defo takes it back and, for once, takes accountability and apologises for his actions. He’s personally not a believer, but he respects it.

Once, you complained about how expensive abayas were becoming and how you just wished someone would just buy you a whole wardrobe of them to all the students, and he happened to overhear.

Literally days later he’s at your door with multiple bags full of abayas and hijabs and all sorts of modest clothing. You’re completely shick shack shook and don’t know what to say. You defo cry and try to hide it with your headscarf.

He barges into your room (after making sure you’re fully covered, he's learnt from that mistake) and spends the next 5 or so hours showcasing each item and telling you where in the world he got it from, the materials and everything.

He has really good taste in colours and styles and knows what would look good on you. You’re literally set for life. Absolutely refuses to let you pay him back. Every single time you mention money, he shuts you down and changes the topic entirely.

In summer he’s shocked you look relatively calm and okay. He’s literally boiling his bum off with a tank top (I’m laughing at imagining Gojo in a white tank top like an immigrant dad lmaoo) and you’re looking as fresh as daisies with everything covered. He asks how you're not melting and you’re waffling to him about airflow and how it’s actually quite breezy, and you’re not wearing anything underneath, so it’s fine, and he stops breathing and short circuits.

He looks at you with his eyes wide, and his sun reddened face goes a shade darker. "You’re not wearing anything underneath?" He takes it the completely wrong way, and you realise what it sounds like, and you’re both a bumbling mess.

It's the first time anyone’s ever seen Gojo that flustered.

Also some quickfire headcanons:

He genuinely thought you slept and showered with your hijab on, so he burst into your room one day and you screamed and he immediately warped somewhere else when he saw you wearing pyjamas (he didn’t see anything above your clothed knees, he panicked and left so quickly plus he was scared to look).

Gets you cute little clips to put on your hijab. He thinks they’re pretty.

Is absolutely devasted you can’t have mochi and some other desserts because they have pork gelatine in them and he always tries to find vegan alternatives.

Purposefully steps on your abaya/dress when it's flowing and he's behind you to annoy you.

Has extra pins pinned onto his uniform for you just in case you need them.

This is a secret he’ll take to his grave, but he actually tried to make you one of his favourite desserts you couldn’t eat (he threatened the bakery for the recipe), but it went so disastrously wrong he gave up and didnt want to face the embarrassment.

I’m talking melted plastic in the oven, small kitchen fire, eyebrows singed, and potential carbon monoxide poisoning bad.

You wore this specific shade of light blue once with a cream khimar, and for some reason, he was absolutely obsessed with that outfit. It wasn't until Nobara pointed out that your outfit matched Gojo's colour scheme did he finally realise why <33

The abaya sizing really confused him and he was so baffled as to what the numbers meant. Wdym size 52 what does that even measure 😭😭

He was faffing about for 2 hours before he realised he could've just googled it, and he felt absolutely stupid about it.

Whenever he sees a bit of your hair accidentally peeking out he covers his eyes and screams at you to "cover yourself woman goddammit". He's so dramatic honestly.

Thinks it’s hilarious seeing you run in your abaya. He thinks its the funniest thing in the world.

Once (he's lying defo more than once) he was zoned out while watching you and his heart started beating faster when he realised how beautiful you are with your long dress blowing in the breeze and your hijab lightly fluttering. You looked ethereal. He didn't know what to think, and he pushed his feelings back down. Deep deep down.

He doesn't need unnecessary feelings complicating things, but for some reason, his heart still yearns for you.

He also makes terrorist jokes about you to you. I will not explain that one, but he 100% does.

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borathae · 9 months

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↳ Index [Chapter 39 - Peg]

Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader

Warnings: Smut, switching but it is mostly: sub!Taehyung & soft Dom!Reader, basically she goes all 🥴 once he returns the favour, yk?, sex on a chaise lounge in front of a mirror, making out, body worshipping, first time pegging, he calls her Empress, praise & good boy kink, he wants to be called breedable, he strips for her, rimjob, anal fingering, handjob, frotting with her strap & his dick, he is such a cutie pattootie, subby boy tears, a lil bit of overstimulation for him, nipple & breast play, oral (f.receiving), face sitting, vaginal fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), this is lovemaking at its finest, ah yes he sits on her lap then she gives it to him missionary, i’m gonna bite something this is so sensual & full of emotion

Wordcount: 13.3k

a/n: *horny in love noises*

Classical music on a record player greets you. The scent of expensive red wine and acrylic paints lingers in the air. Jungkook and Yoongi left after early morning breakfast. Yoongi needed to gain back his strength and therefore the two vampires went out hunting. They haven’t returned yet. Jimin went into town as well, meeting up with Hoseok in their dance studio. They won't be back until later. Which leaves you alone at the estate and therefore with an opportunity to talk to Taehyung. He deserves a chance at talking everything out.

“My darling?” you try.

Taehyung is sitting on the floor, painting the clouds of his newest artwork. He doesn’t lift his head.

“You are awake. Welcome back”, he says dryly.

“Yeah uhm…can I talk to you or are you busy?” you ask him.

“Depends on what you are going to say”, he murmurs.

“I wanted to start with an apology.”

Taehyung stops moving his brush and lifts his eyes. Just his eyes.

“I know that I’m admitting it way too late, but I wasn’t myself lately and because of it I hurt you.”

Taehyung takes a deep breath, straightening up.

“I am not upset about that. We already solved this issue”, he says.

“So what are you upset about then? I want to fix it.”

“Your stubbornness.”

“I…see.”

“And what you said to me. You told me that you hated me. Why would you say that? I was merely trying to prevent you from hurting yourself even more and you said something so awful.”

“I know, I-”, you stop in your steps as you hurried closer to him without asking, “can I come closer?”

“Yes.”

“Tae, my darling”, you say, hurrying to him. You sit down next to him, placing your hand on his knee, “I regret saying what I said. I don’t hate you and telling you something like this was awful of me to do. I’m so sorry.”

Taehyung acknowledges you with a nod of his head. He places his brush in the glass of dirty paint water and rests his hand atop yours.

“I am also asking you to never call me by my full name again. I don’t want to be Kim Taehyung to you, I want to be your darling or sweetest or Tae. Just anything other than my full name”, he widens his eyes pleadingly, “please”, he whispers.

“I understand. It must have hurt to be addressed this way. I won’t do it again and I’m sorry that I even did it in the first place.”

“Thank you”, Taehyung says, looking relieved, “it feels good to be apologised to.”

“It’s what you deserve”, you give him a warm smile, “I put you through so much lately and I gotta own up to my shit.”

“Thank you. I really needed to hear this from you.”

“Of course, my darling”, you say, caressing his knee, “I will do better from now on. No more mad witch moments, promise.”

Taehyung laughs, lowering his eyes shyly. You snicker, nudging him gently.

“Can I give you a kiss, my sweetest?” you ask him.

He nods his head, leaning in with his eyes closed. It is a chaste kiss. Sweet and soft and meant to remind you how lovely it is to kiss each other.

You pull back, eyes racing between Taehyung’s as your hand caresses his knee.

“I”, he begins, “I was so worried for you”, he confesses, “I kept checking up on you, but you wouldn’t wake. Are you truly alright now? Is Yoongi alright?”

“We’re both okay”, you assure him, “I feel rested and Yoongi is alright. He is already out hunting with Kook. I actually did it, Tae. I fixed everything.”

“I know. I still can’t believe that you did. You worried me greatly.”

“You don’t have to worry anymore, sweetest. I slept so well and I feel so refreshed.”

“Yes? Did you eat already?”

“I did. I ate the yummiest carbonara ever. I haven’t felt that full in ages. It’s nice to enjoy food again.”

“That’s good to hear”, Taehyung says and smiles softly.

You retort it and somehow this makes his smile fall. He furrows his brows and pouts sadly.

“What’s the matter, darling?” you ask him.

“I just...” his voice pitches in emotion as he speaks, “it’s been too long since I’ve seen you smile”, he confesses and throws his hand over his mouth to muffle his sob. He squeezes his eyes shut, curling into himself as he sobs again.

“Tae, my darling”, you gasp and pull him into a hug instantly, “I’m here, don’t cry.”

His face falls into the crook of your neck, his arms close around you tightly. He presses out a squeaky sob, twisting the fabric of your jumper.

“It hurt so much to see you fail and to be helpless myself”, he confesses, “I wanted to keep you safe and yet had to watch you kill yourself slowly. I was in so much pain.”

“You did everything you could do. I know it is easier said than done, but please don’t blame yourself.”

“But I do. I know you are healed again, but I feel so guilty”, Taehyung says and shudders in a sob, “I should have done so much more.”

“No, Tae. Darling”, you shake him off just so you can cradle his face. He looks up at you with tear-filled eyes and his lips trembling as he holds back his sobs, “I would have died without you. I’m not lying to you when I tell you that. You were the one who kept me alive. You fed me, forced me to sleep, held me so I could rest even if I pretend that I didn’t need to rest and you helped me with my magic as much as you could. If you didn’t take care of me, I would have worked myself to death.”

He spills tears, whimpering incredibly sadly.

You wipe his tears away, tilting his head so you could kiss his forehead. Taehyung exhales shakily because of it.

“You did the most important job by keeping me alive, my sweetest Tae”, you whisper, running your thumbs over his temples, “and I won’t ever take your support for granted. So thank you for everything you did these past nine weeks and also I’m sorry for everything you had to endure.”

Taehyung lifts his head. He stopped crying, but looks at you with glassy eyes. His lips aren’t trembling anymore, but still pout.

“I know it will still take some time for us to return to normalcy and I don’t expect you to accept my apology. When you still need some time to yourself, then-”

“I don’t want time to myself”, Taehyung interrupts you, “all I have wanted for these past nine weeks was to know that you were alright and that I could rest my eyes without fearing that you are dying somewhere I can’t find you. I want to be with you, ___ and I want to know that you are healthy.”

“And I want to be with you, Tae”, you tell him and give him a reassuring smile, “and I’m healthy. I’m okay now. At least my body is.”

“What do you mean?”

“I have to work on my magic. Meredith told me that I have lots of chaos in my head and that if I don’t work on my focus, I might end up dying.”

“What?” Taehyung chokes out. He shakes his head vigorously, “no. No, please don’t.”

You stop him with a gentle touch to his cheeks, “I won’t die”, you whisper, kissing the tip of his nose, “I will have Yoongi teaching me control, Meredith offered me her help as well and I will have you…”, you smile, tracing his lips, “…by my side, being my beautiful darling and my most loved Tae.”

“So you love me?” he whispers.

“I love you so much that I want to move mountains for you”, you say and giggle, “maybe one day I will, when I know how to focus my magic.”

Taehyung laughs. Honestly and shyly. You laugh with him, tracing the smile lines appearing on his cheeks. He looks so beautiful when he smiles.

“You would truly move mountains for me?” he asks.

“Yes I would, my darling Tae.”

“Wow”, he breathes and exhales shakily. He lowers his eyes for a moment. Inhale. Exhale. He lifts his head and smiles, pulling you into a tight hug. The kind of hug, which lets you know that everything was okay again between you and him. The kind of hug, which consumes you. And the kind of hug, which makes you glad that despite all the hurdles you and he had to climb over, you were still one. You close your arms around him and bury your hand in his hair. Just as Taehyung does to you. And you kiss his neck, while he makes sure he reminds his heart how you smell when you are healthy.

And as you do, the record on his player comes to an end, filling the room with the rhythmic clicking of the needle moving without purpose. But it had purpose to you and it had purpose to him, because it meant that the hard times came to an end. The music stopped and with it, showcased that the problems and struggles and tears were now truly a thing of the past.

All you had to do now was to flip the record and start new songs. Unheard songs of good days, warm hugs and loving memories.

You and he move back at the same time, looking deep into each others’ eyes.

“The music stopped”, you whisper.

“I know”, he whispers back.

“Should we get up and flip the record?”

“Let it turn. I don’t want you to slip away again”, he says.

“I can live with that”, you say with your eyes racing over his features. You can’t look away. He is so beautiful.

His eyes flit to your lips, his tongue darts out to wet his own, “darling, can we kiss again?”

“Of course, I would love nothing more than that”, you say and cup his cheek, allowing your eyes to fall closed as you lose yourself in the kiss.

Taehyung closes his eyes, fingers closing around your wrists to hold them gently.

He tastes like red wine and vanilla lip balm. His lips are so soft, moving against yours slowly and almost tentatively. His breath swirls over your cheek as he exhales through his nose and just seconds later, his fingertips replace the sensation. He traces your cheek and cups it gently, chasing you to deepen the kiss.

Your hand slips to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair. It feels so soft between your fingers, wrapping around you as if this was its only purpose. To be held and caressed by you. And perhaps it was. It would explain why Taehyung shivered oh so much as you did.

Taehyung whimpers. It has been too long since you last kissed him like that. He doesn’t blame you. He is aware that you grieved. You didn’t blame him when he refused intimacy for months on end because of his grief. And so he didn’t do either. Not for one second he blamed you for grieving the way you did. But he can’t deny that he missed your touches greatly, needing nothing more than to be closer to you. Closer. Oh so much closer.

He gets on his knees, holds your face to keep kissing you and draws closer. He sits down on your lap, lifting his shoulders to his ears as this was the only way to kiss you whilst holding your face.

You smile, running your hands down his back until you can hold his hips. He is comfortably heavy on your lap, sharing heat with you that way. You like the feeling a lot. He is so, so warm and his thighs are so soft as you feel them up.

Taehyung breaks the kiss because of it, giggling shyly as he sways his shoulders from side to side.

“Not there please”, he whispers, reaching down to fix the position of your hands. They were caressing his inner thighs before that, now resting on his hips. Taehyung squirms and sways his shoulders again, looking at you cutely.

“Why?” you ask him.

“I’m too sensitive”, he confesses.

“I see”, you smile, “you’re really precious, Tae sweetest”, you add, making him sway and pull the cutest face in existence. It makes his cheeks stick out and appear oh so soft and squishy.

You cup them because that is all they deserve to be. Held and caressed. And kissed. You pull his head closer, placing a soft kiss on each of his cheeks. He giggles because of it, closing his eyes. His fingers slip to your chest, resting there without any ulterior motive. The mere connection is enough for him.

“My sweetest darling”, you whisper, trailing your kisses to his jawline, “you’re my prettiest. Yes, you are.”

Taehyung sways happily, almost having to squeal from how good you make him feel. You dance your fingers up his torso, brushing against the edge of his shirt on accident. It slips off his shoulder, revealing his collarbone to your lips. Taehyung giggles with the first kiss, swaying his shoulders cutely. It makes you lift your head, eyes running over his pretty stature.

“Do you think that I am beautiful?” he asks you, holding his breath afterwards.

“Of course I do. You are so beautiful. Tae”, you gasp, touching his waist gently, “Tae, my darling, do you think that I don’t find you beautiful?”

He shakes his head, hiding his mouth behind his little fists.

“I wanted to be praised”, he confesses and giggles, squeezing his eyes shut.

“I see”, you smile, “well if that’s so, then I think that you are the most beautiful”, you say, caressing his waist.

Taehyung wiggles and drops his hands to instead fumble with the buttons of his shirt. He opens the first one, making the shirt slip down even more. His eyes are glued to your face, drinking in your every change of reaction. He is gnawing on his lower lip cutely.

You allow him to work with bated breath. You know what he is planning to do and it excites you so very much. Taehyung is so talented in undressing. Especially when he feels submissive that night. He is so sensual and pretty in his movements and knows exactly how to make your heart flutter. Tonight is now different, your heart flutters like crazy because of him.

Another button opens, the shirt slips down his other shoulder as well, now sitting around his elbows and reaching him just above his nipples. One little movement and they would be exposed as well. He drops his hands to your lap, putting some of his weight on your thighs as he rocks back and forth a few times. His eyes are full of playful seduction and innocent curiosity. He wants you to take the next step, to decide what will happen, to give in to your desires.

“You are prettier than art, my darling”, you praise him, tracing the edge of his shirt. Your fingertips tickle his skin, eliciting goosebumps all over his chest.

Taehyung sticks his butt out, arching his chest closer to you. It happens willfully that he bites down on his lower lip, eyes widening just enough to give him a cute puppy-like appearance.

You run your fingers up his chest, stopping by his defined collarbones to trace them.

“Like touching moonlight”, you whisper, melting in fondness when Taehyung’s eyes soften in adoration, “I haven’t said that in ages, have I?”

He shakes his head, shimmying closer just enough that you can see the sparkles in his pretty eyes.

“My body feels so sensitive”, he whispers, eyes racing between yours, “everything you say and do makes my skin prickle.”

“It does?”

“Yes. Yes, it does. So very much. I, I want to be touched”, he says, “can we continue? It feels so good.”

“Of course. Oh, my darling”, you whisper, giving Taehyung a soft tug on his hair to tilt his head back.

“Ah”, he moans, laughing shyly in the newly exposed position you nudged him into. He stops laughing just seconds later when he feels your lips and tongue on his neck. He squeezes his thighs together on your lap, chasing the friction of you with rolls of his hips. Sensitive. So sensitive. Every touch feels like magic.

"I want to keep touching you. You deserve to be touched and explored and worshipped", you whisper between neck kisses, playing with his hair slowly. You don’t have to hold it anymore, Taehyung stays in this position willingly.

He begins unbuttoning his shirt even more, doing so with shaky fingers. He hopes that you will like the surprise. He wants to be your pretty good boy tonight.

The fabric opens, brushing over his skin and leaving goosebumps behind. He wants your fingertips to replicate the sensation.

Taehyung moves away from your kiss and takes your hands. You allow him, watching him with fond curiosity. The taste of him lingers on your lips, making you ache for more. But you know better than to stress him. Tonight is all about him.

He guides your hands to his tummy, drawing attention to it and with it your eyes.

“Look at you”, you whisper. His abs faded over the terrible year he had. The softest, most beautiful stomach replaced them. You touch him, dancing your fingertips over his tender skin.

Taehyung sighs, squirming shyly because the touch feels so very good.

“How are you so beautiful, my sweetest?” you ask him, cupping his waist just to squeeze it gently, “tell me, how shall I ever function when you are so pretty?”

Taehyung giggles. He giggles loudly and cutely. And he wiggles his shoulders as he does.

“More please”, he begs with sparkly eyes. He takes off his shirt, presenting himself with a sensual arch of his back afterwards, “more please.”

You smile at him, running your hands up his torso along the paths of his soft tummy and later chest. You stop right under his nipples, eliciting an excited gasp from him.

“My darling boy”, you whisper, brushing your thumbs over his nipples.

“Oh”, Taehyung moans, shuddering on your lap.

His nipples are hard within seconds. You massage them slowly, basking in how much he squirms because of it. His skin is covered in goosebumps, his cheeks are flushed just slightly. He giggles.

“Do you like that?” you ask in a fond chuckle.

Taehyung giggles and nods his head.

“Yes?”

“Yes. So much”, and there he goes, giggling again, “I’m so sensitive.”

“I know, my sweetest. You’re doing so very well.”

“Can you fuck me?” Taehyung asks in a whisper and squirms.

“You want me to fuck you?” you gasp for his question surprised you.

Taehyung couldn’t help it. You praised him and that makes him very desperate.

“Yes…peg me. I, I-” he blushes, “I, ah”, he manages to get out. It is enough for you to understand how desperately needy he was for you.

“Pegging? What is that?”

“You fuck me with a strap on”, he explains, “I promise it feels like heaven to you. I own the one which pleasures you as well.”

“That sounds so hot. I can fuck you too? That’s possible?”

Taehyung nods his head, squirming on your lap.

“Wow…” you whisper, “I really want to do this with you.”

Taehyung laughs breathily, “I’m so happy”, he confesses and cups your face, “shall we put it on?”

“Yes.”

And so you leave his atelier with excited giggles on your lips.

Taehyung opens the secret door and leads you inside. It was red, made out of wood and located behind his coats in his dressing room. You almost couldn’t believe your eyes the first time he showed it to you, calling it the coolest thing right after his secret mural door.

You then proceeded to believe your eyes even less when Taehyung showed you what lies behind those doors. A playroom with an array of toys and kinky furniture everywhere. The ceilings were covered in mirrors and the walls were the darkest burgundy. That night, he showed you the beauty of owning such a room. You sometimes think of that night and get wet.

Taehyung guides you to his dildo collection, walking with a happy skip.

“I am so excited”, he confesses, “I've dreamt of being your bottom for so long.”

“That’s hot, Tae. Like really hot.”

Taehyung pulls out the lowest drawer, revealing a collection of harnesses.

“Pick one”, he tells you.

You run your eyes over them. They all looked well-taken care of. They are so hot. Thinking about wearing them turns you on.

“You have so many.”

“Yes, I am an avid collector. You know me”, he says and snickers, “besides, I need to be prepared for the annual vampire orgy.”

You sneak a glance at him.

“How come I've never heard of that before?”

“I sadly had to miss out on it for two consecutive years because of what happened. But I am planning to organise a very special orgy this coming summer.”

“Ah I see”, you chuckle, “well, I’m not one to stop you. Do warn me though, so I can flee before I become food.”

Taehyung chuckles.

“Don’t you worry, I will warn you. Yoongi loathes these orgies, so I figure he will take you somewhere fancy.”

“I'm counting on it”, you say and pick up a purple leather harness, “I like this one.”

“Oh it will look beautiful on you. Do you want to put it on?”

“Yes, I would love to put it on.”

And so Taehyung helps you undress yourself and then put on the harness. He shows you what to put on so you would feel the fuck as well and together you try it out. You really like the sensation and therefore decide to keep it on. Then Taehyung helps you with securing the strap in the back, working diligently as you share in comfortable and intimate silence. He travels his hands over your waist until he can massage the part of your body where your hips meet your pubic area. He kisses your shoulder, resting his chin on it afterwards.

“How are you feeling?” he asks you.

“Good. It feels so nice”, you answer him, chasing his touch.

Taehyung runs his hands closer to your middle, drawing your eyes down to them. He traces the dildo, before wrapping his fingers around its base. You gasp as if he truly touched you. If you concentrate hard enough, you can almost feel his touch.

“How does it feel to have a cock?” he asks, jerking you off slowly.

You watch him with blown-out pupils and with your breathing quickening. His fingers glide over your silicone length so gracefully, looking oh so tempting.

“It kind of feels exciting”, you confess.

“Once you mastered your magic, I can show you magnificent spells. Spells, which you won’t believe are possible”, he whispers.

“Really?”

“Mhm, spells that will make your strap feel as if it was a real cock.”

“I can do that?”

“Mhm”, he stubs your neck with his nose, “with the right teacher.”

You chuckle and sigh at the same time, chasing his fist in a sensual roll of your hips. You reach behind yourself, twisting a bundle of his hair.

“Mhhm Tae”, you purr, resting your head against his chest, “I get a feeling that you will show me the most twisted of spells.”

He holds his breath, looking at you nervously. Did he go too far?

“I kinda love it”, you add and laugh lazily, “fuck, you drive me insane.”

Taehyung moans needily, feeling his knees buckle.

“I want to be fucked, please”, he begs.

You open your eyes and turn your head as best as possible to look at him.

“Yeah?”

“Yes, please.”

You turn, placing your hands on his chest. A playful smirk curls your lips, your eyes lower in seduction.

“I want to fuck you so good, Tae”, you rasp.

“Oh”, he lets out and sways, “oh god, ___”, he whispers shakily, “I, I don’t want to do it here.”

“Yeah? Just lead the way.”

He nods his head vigorously and squirms out of your touch. He flees from you in a happy skip, giggling as he does. You follow him with a fond smile. He is leading you outside to the chaise lounge in the dressing room. It was big enough to house two big people comfortably and it was of a deep purple colour.

“You’re so cute”, you say, gazing at Taehyung.

“I feel so pretty”, Taehyung says and twirls, stopping with a sensual sway of his shoulders. His lower lip slips between his teeth, his delicate hands run down his torso. He widens his eyes at you. Playfully just as much as shyly.

“Am I pretty?” he asks, swaying his shoulders.

“Of course you are. My prettiest”, you say.

Taehyung giggles and lowers his eyes bashfully.

“Can I show myself to you?” he asks, dancing his fingers down to the hem of his pants.

“I would love nothing more”, you say, ogling the prominent dent in his pants. Oh how you crave to see him.

Taehyung opens the prettily done bow of his pants, tugging on it slowly. Then he hooks his fingers in the hem, going slow in exposing himself. First his groomed pubes. They tease you for more, guiding your eyes down to his pretty cock. Taehyung is holding the pants in such a way that all you can see is its girthy base. Only a glimpse. Nothing but a little appetizer.

The anticipation makes you lick your lips. You crave him like nothing else.

Taehyung moves again. His shaft. Veiny and oh so very clearly hard. How it stays in his pants is a mystery to you.

“I want you”, you confess in a hushed whisper.

Taehyung sways his shoulders and tugs on his pants. His cock springs free. You gasp, following it with hungry eyes. It throbs just once, dribbling the prettiest pearls of excitement. Dark flushed cock against the darkest pubes. Oh the view drives you crazy.

You step closer, seeking him. You can’t control yourself any longer. You need him like air.

Taehyung however flees you. He steps back and giggles, lets you grab air, taunts you with an innocent look.

Your eyes meet. The desperation in your gaze makes his cock throb again.

“No touching”, he says and sways his shoulders adorably.

“You drive me insane”, you whisper, gazing at his cock, “please let me touch. You’re so beautiful.”

Taehyung shakes his head and smiles cutely. He touches himself. No movements. He merely wraps his elegant fingers around his girthy shaft to hold his cock in place. You stare and salivate. Honestly if your cock was real, it would be twitching like crazy right now.

“What do you want to do to me?” he asks, squeezing down on his veins until his flushed tip leaks little droplets of temptation. Oh how tempted you are to taste him.

“What?”

“What do you want to do to me?”

This is a game to him. He wants to rile you up, needs you to describe the kinky shit to him. And you fucking love playing. You draw closer just a little. Not too much. You don’t want him to flee again. Oh how you want him.

“I want to take your cock and jerk it off until it’s throbbing.”

“Like this?” Taehyung asks and massages his cock.

“Yeah…” you watch it with a tingling stomach. He is leaking so much.

“What else?” he sighs, putting on the prettiest show as he jerks himself. You draw closer. Taehyung flees.

Your gazes meet.

He giggles innocently.

You feel angry in desperation.

“Tell me the truth”, he taunts with sparkling eyes.

“I want to take you and bend you over that chaise lounge, I want to jerk your pretty cock and fuck your tight ass until you're crying. And honestly if you fucking flee one more time, I’m actually gonna lose it.”

Taehyung moans, dropping his cock to instead grip his own waist.

“Empress”, he pleads.

You have him. You won. You step closer and Taehyung feels his knees buckle. Your strap graces his cock, sending a jolt of electricity through him. You reach up and take his chin between two of your fingers.

“Get on this stupid piece of furniture now and let me do my goddamn thing”, you rasp.

“I want to kiss your feet”, Taehyung croaks, looking utterly star struck.

“You can do that later”, you say and release his chin.

Taehyung springs into action instantly. He kneels down on the chaise lounge, placing his hands on the backrest of it. Like this, he can arch his back and therefore flaunt his round bubble butt.

You feel your tummy flutter at the view. He is so sexy, moving so temptingly sensual.

He looks over his shoulder, fluttering his lashes at you.

“Am I breedable, Empress?”

“Excuse me?” you gasp, widening your eyes.

Taehyung moans softly and arches his back. Like this, his pretty hole is exposed.

“Am I a pretty boy, Empress?”

“O-of course you are, damn”, you clear your throat, “goddamn it, Tae. You are so hot like this.”

Taehyung wiggles his hips and bends over, presenting his untouched hole to you.

“You can do whatever you want to me. I'm breedable and good.”

“You’re insane for talking like this.”

“Am I embarrassing?”

“Of course not. You’re just too much, I’m so fucking wet.”

He poses for you with a soft moan, looking oh so proud of himself.

You step closer, having to touch him. He tenses up and shudders, moaning softly. You feel him up. His skin is soft. He is burning up.

“You drive me insane, Tae. Actually insane”, you whisper, drinking in the view. Round buttocks and pretty hole. It’s not as pink as Jungkook’s is. It’s darker - matching his cock - but just as pretty. Pretty and oh so fucking tempting. Part of you wants to stuff it with your strap right here and now, while another part of you wants to explore it for hours. Oh, you can’t get enough of this man.

“Am I good enough?” he asks breathily, “does my hole please you?”

“Taehyung, I'm so bloody obsessed that it’s hard to breathe. All I want to do is lick it.”

Taehyung moans, fluttering his lashes.

“Please lick me, Empress”, he begs and arches his back.

“Mhhhm Tae, you’re so…” , you drift off as your eyes run over his untouched hole. You have to change that. You connect your thumb with his rim. Taehyung gasps and arches into your touch, “you’ve got such a pretty hole”, you praise him.

“Does it look breedable, Empress?”

“Mhm, so breedable. You look like such a pretty cum dump, Tae darling. All tight and dainty. I bet you could keep so much cum inside, mhm?”

Taehyung moans loudly, writhing in bliss. You can watch just how deep he falls into the headspace, how you have him hooked on your fingers. One wrong word and you could probably break him. One right word and you could most definitely ruin him.

“Yes”, he moans, “yes, I’m breedable and, and tight. I, I can be a bred boy for hours.”

This is going to haunt you. All of this. Taehyung in such a headspace is going to goddamn haunt you.

“You’re such a good boy. Fuck Tae, I can’t take it anymore. I want to rim you.”

“Do whatever you want, Empress. I can take anything”, he consents with the knowledge that you are aware of his boundaries. Truly, offering himself as someone so entirely without control feels so good to do because he knows that you respect each and every single boundary he has. You can do whatever you want with him, because you won’t go too far. Taehyung feels dizzy at the aspect of being so entirely at your mercy.

“You are such a good boy”, you praise and lower yourself to your knees, grabbing his hips as you do. The floor feels hard and cold on your knees, but you don’t mind. You have better things to do, like pull Taehyung down and onto your tongue.

“Ah!” he yelps, reaching behind himself to grab your hair, “Empress!”

He tastes sweet, grinding on the flat of your tongue each time he wiggles his hips. You purr deeply and close your eyes. He feels so good. His puckered hole flutters and tenses as you taste him, his hips keep squirming under your fingers, his hand grips you so desperately.

“Don’t stop please”, he begs, “it feels so good. Oh, it feels so good.”

You purr deliciously, having your eyes closed in bliss. You goddamn love giving head. Your men are always so reactive and cute when you do and the surge of pleasurable confidence this gives you makes you feel so goddamn attractive. And happy. Very, very happy because you know that you can make them feel good.

And Taehyung deserves to feel good. After all the shit you put him through lately, he deserves to feel nothing but the most amazing and wonderful sensations.

You run your hands along his thighs, lingering on the beginning of his buttocks to trace his heated flesh. It feels so plump and heavy between your fingers.

“You’re perfect”, you moan into him, squeezing his butt, “you’re so fucking perfect.”

Your tongue slips between his buttocks without struggle, poking and teasing his hole in quick swirls. You dirty him in your drool, but you don’t care. He makes you salivate, he is so goddamn delicious.

Taehyung moans and lets his head fall back, revelling in the sensations with his thumb dimpling the pillows of the chaise lounge. Your warmth borders unbearable. Taehyung forgot just how warm your touch feels, how gentle and soft you love him but at the same time with just how much intense passion you explore him.

“Please don’t stop”, he begs, tilting his head back even further. It reveals his throat for no one to see but the burning candles and whatever entity may hide in the invisible worlds in between.

You dig your fingers deeper, dimpling his flesh and parting him for better access. Like this, his hole opens just enough for you to be able to explore those truly delicate and sensitive parts of him.

The sound that forces out of sweet Taehyung goes straight to your core. You can feel him tremble in reaction. You are so greedy for more. Moaning desperately, you try to breach him with your tongue. You have to be harsh for it, rough and filled with an almost angry strength. You struggle at first. He is clenching so much in excitement that it is hard to fill him up. You don’t want to give up. You have to claim him. One more try. Your tongue wiggles and swirls. Wiggles and swirls. Wiggles and breaches him.

Your name falls from his lips in a loud and pitched moan, his head bounces to the front and hits the edge of the backrest. His fingers slip from your hair to grip the chaise lounge. He whimpers loudly and clenches around you.

You mewl in bliss, burying yourself as deep as your tongue allows you to go. You claimed him. And he tastes like heaven. You have to have him. All you want to do is fuck him and taste him and make him feel good. You begin moving your head back and forth to allow your tongue to glide in and out of him. Your palms are holding him open for you, your thighs are rubbing together in search of sweet friction. With the strap-on you are wearing, you feel quite a lot of friction between your legs. Taehyung wasn’t lying when he told you that you would feel it too. You are so fucking desperate because of it.

“Finger me”, Taehyung begs in a breathy moan, “please finger me.”

“Hm?”

“Finger me, please Empress.”

You slip out of him, watching how his pretty hole clenches in desperation. It glistens from your drool, looking much more open and relaxed now that you tongue fucked it so well.

“You want me to finger you?”

“Yes”, Taehyung begs desperately, “yes please just finger me, please.”

“I can’t get enough of you, fuck”, you get out and gasp for air. He makes you dizzy. You feel so charged in desperation.

You reach for the bottle of lube and prepare your finger. Taehyung waits patiently, running his fingers over the fabric of the chaise lounge mindlessly. It tickles his fingertips and feels soft, but not as soft as your touch which lingers on his hole just seconds later. He straightens up and moans, arching into you.

“Ready?” you ask him, massaging his rim slowly.

“Yes”, he sighs, pushing his hips back.

“You are such a good boy”, you praise as you push your finger into him.

He moans loudly, you feel tense in desperation. He is so tight and warm around you, his walls are hugging your finger gratefully. You move your finger as the urge to explore him weighs too heavy in your heart.

“Another one”, he begs the instant you begin moving.

“Really?” you gasp.

“Yes, I barely feel anything.”

“That’s hot”, you croak, “oh my god Tae, you are so hot”, you rasp and push your ring finger into him. It sinks in quickly, filling him out and eliciting a grateful moan from him. He pushes back into you, moving his tight hole on your digits.

“Yes”, he breathes, “yes, oh yes, oh yes.”

His pretty hole moves around your digits, looking so beautiful now that you stretch him so well.

“This makes me so wet”, you confess in a breathy voice, “I can’t believe you’re real.”

The true and utter honesty in your voice makes Taehyung tremble. He knows that all the praise you give him is honest and real, but this right now sounds almost unnaturally honest. You are so mesmerised by him. He can hear just how honest you are in your desperation. And Taehyung can’t handle it.

“This doesn’t work”, he sobs softly, “please do it differently.”

“Yeah? How do you want it?”

“I want to sit on your lap, please.”

“Okay, let’s do that”, you say, slipping out of him. You waste no time with watching his hole close, instead you let yourself fall down on the chaise lounge next to him, parting your legs enough to make your lap comfortable for him. Your strap hits your stomach from the movement, sending a jolt of excitement through you. You feel so sexy like this. Taehyung wastes no time being desperate for your fingers, instead he climbs atop your lap with wobbly knees, cups your face and kisses you deeply.

“Mhhm Tae”, you mumble into him, kissing him back with a dizzy head.

His taste lingers on your lips. Taehyung sucks and licks it off of you with needy hunger. His tongue traces your lips and hugs your own, forcing you to moan and sigh. He cups your breasts and massages the spots you love having touched. His fingertips carry magic in them, sending shivers down your spine. Oh how terribly greedy for a feel of you he is. You chase him desperately, needing nothing more than his touch.

His cock is rubbing against your strap. You can feel them press against your stomach that way. The sensation feels so good. You pull him closer because of it, but can’t as Taehyung breaks the kiss to moan sweetly.

Your eyes meet in a deep and intimate gaze. It turns you on to look at each other.

“I want you”, you whisper, parting your lips as you chase his kiss.

“I want you too”, he whispers and reaches between your bodies, wrapping his fingers around your cocks. He begins jerking them off, whimpering needily because like this, his sensitive spots are grinding right against the head of the translucent dildo.

You chase him with a roll of your hips, twisting his hair at the back of his head.

“That’s so hot”, you rasp.

“Imagine how this will feel once you learned the spell”, he whispers and mewls softly. Frotting with you gets him off so good.

“Tae, I’m so wet”, you confess and whine quietly.

“Finger me again, please”, he begs, arching his back.

“I’m so fucking wet”, you croak and drop your right hand from his hair to part his buttocks for you. He has enough lube on his rim to enable you a comfortable breach and so you push two of your fingers into him to their last knuckles, curling them against his favourite spot.

“Like this?” you ask him, hungry eyes glued to his pretty face. He feels tighter in this position, hugging your digits greedily.

Taehyung scrunches his nose up, “hngn”, he lets out and exhales loudly, chasing the sensation with a roll of his hips.

“Yes, just like this”, you whisper deeply, “just like this.”

“N-no”, he presses out.

“No?”

He reaches behind himself and touches your pointer finger. Then he looks into your eyes, pouting pleadingly.

“Please”, he whispers.

“Fuck. Tae”, you get out and with his help, push a third finger into his greedy hole.

Taehyung closes his eyes by letting them roll back. His jaw goes slack, his throat produces an honest and deep moan. The view leaves you with the wettest stain of desperation under you.

“Thank you”, he gets out and parts his lips again to moan honestly and loudly. He feels so stuffed. Three of your fingers are currently preparing his hole, massaging his prostate with such expertise, Taehyung wonders if he will ever become normal again.

“You’re such a good boy, Tae. You’re taking me so well”, you praise, watching in delight as Taehyung squirms shyly, hole clenching around your fingers excitedly. He makes you smile. “You are so cute”, you say in a soft voice. It is heavy in arousal.

Taehyung giggles and moans, chasing you with a roll of his hips. Just once and then he shivers, hand dropping from his cock and reaching behind to hold your wrist.

“Wait. Stop. Please”, he begs.

You obey, keeping your fingers still inside him as your brows furrow in worry.

Taehyung takes a deep breath and groans quietly, “oh god”, he gets out, shuddering desperately.

“Are you okay? Were three too much?”

“No. So close.”

Your eyes light up. So he isn’t in pain.

“Yes? Does praise get you too needy?” you tease to which Taehyung giggles and blushes.

“I’m sorry, please don’t be mad. I know it feels as if I'm rushing. This is so exciting to me.”

“Hush, don’t apologise. You’re taking the perfect amount of time”, you assure him, curling your fingers to make him feel good.

He twitches and gasps, squeezing your wrist.

“Please”, he squeaks.

“Mhm what do you want?”

“I want to be fucked, please”, he begs with cute eyes.

“Yes? Do you really want to do that?” you ask him.

“Yes. You?”

“Yes, I’m just a little nervous. I don’t know how to move properly.”

“That’s okay, I’ll show you.”

You smile, “you are such a good boy, Tae”, you say, curling your fingers.

“Ah”, he widens his eyes, squeezes your wrist, “don’t please.”

You chuckle softly, “I’m sorry, you are just so adorable when you squirm.”

“Oh god, please”, he pouts, “please more, please.”

“Get my cock ready, sweetest”, you order, slipping your fingers free. You can’t wait. You are so goddamn excited.

Taehyung obeys instantly. He covers the dildo in a good layer of lube, using the remnants on his fingers to cover his hole.

He sighs, “I need you so much”, he says and positions himself over your length. He grips it by its base, moving it over his ready hole. “I’ll move for us, don’t worry.”

“I know. You’re such a good boy.”

You can’t stop looking away even if you see barely anything in the position except his terribly swollen cock and tensing tummy. You let your eyes flit behind Taehyung. There you go. Now you can see everything. Right there in the reflection of his big ceiling high mirror.

His feet are tangling over the edge of the chaise lounge, his toes are wiggling. His back is arched as he presents his well-sculpted ass.

Taehyung lowers himself.

“A-ah”, he lets out in sync with his cock throbbing against your tummy.

“Fuck”, you groan, eyes widening in greedy hunger. Just one second your cockhead was visible and now it’s gone. Hidden in Taehyung’s ass. “Did you just take it?”

“Yes”, he whimpers, lowering himself even more, “oh god, darling”, he gets out, cock twitching continuously as he sinks down on you.

“Okay this is really hot”, you whisper, gasping with him when he bottoms out. Thighs against ass and strap right inside. The view stirs hot pleasure inside you.

Taehyung begins moving instantly, holding onto your shoulders while he rocks up and down on your length. Like this, you can watch it appear and disappear repeatedly, looking wetter each and every time.

“This is so fucking hot, oh my god.”

“Touch my hips please”, he begs and you obey instantly, “can you feel them move?”

His muscles are tensing and shifting with his movements, his skin feels so hot. You squeeze them, gulping heavily. Look at him move, feel him tense, listen to him sigh. This is so goddamn hot.

“I can. That’s really…wow”, you whisper, eyes meeting his gaze.

It is droopy. Your heart flutters because of it. He moans shakily, moving sensually atop your lap as if he was made for it. And he was. He really fucking was, taking your strap like the best boy he was.

“Does it feel nice, my darling?” you ask him, caressing his hips.

“Yes, it feels so nice”, he sighs, cupping your face gently, “how does it feel for you?”

“Really good. You’re right, it’s rubbing against my clit.”

“See? I was right”, he lulls and flutters his eyes closed. He lifts his hips and drops them on your lap, ass jiggling because of it. You watch it happen hungrily, heart racing like crazy.

Taehyung moans sweetly, repeating the movement as his fingers slip back to grip your shoulders tightly. “Holy fuck”, he gets out between throaty gasps.

You can’t believe this is happening. You are fucking Taehyung. And he looks so goddamn good taking it. You run your hands to his ass, grabbing a handful of him to knead it. You part him, moaning loudly as this exposes his stuffed hole. In and out, in and out, in and out. He is taking you so well, looking so good doing it.

“Don’t stop”, he begs, pressing himself closer while his hips draw circles on your length. You are moving his sensitive rim right around your cock with your groping and he loves that sensation like nothing else. He curls his toes, chasing the friction with needy hips. He loves that so much. Loves it so much.

“This is so hot”, you whisper, “holy fuck.”

You knew that Taehyung wasn’t as dominant as you thought him to be when you first met him, but this is too much. He is so terribly attractive like this. Taking your strap with his face contorted in raw pleasure and his rockhard cock rubbing against your tummy. All while the whiniest little sounds leave his lips. You are seriously the luckiest woman on earth.

“You’re so wet, sweet Tae”, you rasp. You dance your right hand to his cock, holding his buttock with your other to really feel all the flexing he is doing.

“Empress”, he mewls quietly, furrowing his brows in desperation. You wrap your hand around his cock, grinding your thumb into his frenulum. “Oh god”, Taehyung croaks, falling around your neck.

His head falls against your shoulder, his back arches so he can still reach your strap. He loses some of the depth that way, but he doesn’t care because you are pressing against his prostate while your fingers are toying with his leaking cock and that’s better than anything else.

“You’re leaking so much. Wow Tae, I’m making you so fucking wet, aren’t I?” you rasp, basking in the deep shiver you send through him because of your words.

“Empress, I’m a wet boy”, he whimpers, gripping the edge of the backrest.

“Yes you are, such a wet boy”, you coo, tightening your arm around his waist and letting your fingers slip between his ass. You have to feel it. You press your fingertips against his hole so you can feel how the strap moves inside him. “that’s how that feels. Damn, that feels good”, you croak.

“My ass is made for you, Empress”, Taehyung moans, arching his back even more just to present himself to your fingers and your greedy eyes. He loves it so much when you feel him up. He wants to be such a good boy for you, tingling like crazy because your touch feels like heaven.

“Yes you are, you’re made for me”, you whisper, trying to meet his movements. It can’t hurt to try, right?

“O-oh”, Taehyung collapses into you, losing any sort of ability to move, “oh god, ___.”

“Was that right?” you ask him, trying again even if it is difficult with his weight on you.

Taehyung shudders, squeezing the backrest. His moan is muffled by your shoulder, his cock leaks on your fingers.

You try again, “okay but this is really hard to move. How are you always doing that?”

“Shall we change positions?”

“Maybe. I can’t really move.”

“Okay. Stand up, I have an idea.”

Taehyung lies down on the chaise lounge. Head facing the foot end and toes facing the top end. He opens his legs, reaching between them to part himself for you.

“Please back”, he begs.

“You’re so pretty wow”, you whisper, eyes glued to his exposed hole. It looks so empty and wet. You want to fill it up again, show him how good you can make him feel.

You spread a new layer of lube on your strap and get right between his legs, touching his inner left thigh. You hold your cock with your right hand, jerking it off slowly. It feels so warm because of him.

“Are you ready? I can’t guarantee that I’ll be good”, you ask him, grinding your tip on his greedy hole.

“Please fuck me”, he begs.

You push inside, eliciting a throaty mewl from him. Slipped in so easily. You pressed your fingers against his hole as you did just so you can really feel how it is to breach someone. Quite frankly, it felt heavenly. You push more, watching in delight as Taehyung scrunches his face in bliss because of it.

“I’m in. I’ll move now, yeah?”

He nods his head, arching his back in preparation. You grab his hips and move. Taehyung moans loudly, gripping his own thighs. This was amazing to witness. You want to repeat it just so you can hear him moan again.

“___”, Taehyung moans, gasping for air afterwards.

“Okay, this is amazing what the hell”, you rasp, chasing him in a deep thrust, “this is fucking amazing, holy fuck.”

Your knees are just a little farther than Taehyung’s hips width apart, your thighs are pressing into his softness. Your hands are on his hips, your lower tummy works hard to make the movement possible. And your sweet Taehyung is moaning your name as if it was his only prayer. You thought it impossible to feel so fucking powerful, but here you are. This is the best surge of power you’ve ever felt. You want to keep chasing it. Chasing it until you run on nothing but Taehyung’s sweet moans.

Taehyung throws his legs over your thighs, deepening your connection that way. It’s easier to move like this, sending a surge of confidence through your veins.

“This is so fucking good”, you pant, gripping his thighs just to nudge his legs apart more. You thrust into him, watching it happening. He is moving right around your strap, looking oh so stuffed and stretched. That’s how it looks to fuck. To be the one controlling just how deep someone gets stuffed. No wonder they don’t want to stop once they start. This is the sexiest view ever. You hold his thighs, making sure that he doesn’t hide it from you.

“Don’t stop please”, Taehyung begs, writhing on the cushions sensually, "please ___ please."

“I won’t, this is so much fun” you rasp, “am I moving how you like it?”

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”

“This is so hot”, you moan, feeling oh so good. And not because the strap is grinding right against your clit, but because Taehyung is moaning oh so much. You feel so lightheaded in power. He is made for your strap and you don’t want to stop giving it to him.

You want to give it to him. You were such a bitch to him lately. He deserves to be showered in attention and spill over in pleasure. It’s the least you can do to mend the cracks. Even if he says that there is nothing to forgive, you know better. If not for him, this is for you. To ease your cracked heart because there is nothing better in this world than seeing Taehyung glow in happy bliss.

You wrap your fingers around his cock, forcing him to squeak and reach for your hand instantly. He squeezes hard, glassy eyes looking at you pleadingly.

“Too much?” you ask him, moving your hand around his leaking tip and with it forcing him to pull his legs into his chest. Just once and then he drops them again with a giggled moan.

You twist your hand around his tip, chase the tightness of his hole with a deep thrust. Taehyung squeals, trying to close his legs but you force them apart again, punishing him with quick movements up and down his length. He is growing in your hand, letting you know that despite his whines he is in actual heaven. Not long and you’ll probably struggle with closing your fingers around his base.

“Am I fucking you too good, mhm? Can’t handle it?”

“No”, he squeaks, squeezing your hand.

“I’m sorry, I’ll stop”, you taunt, trying to pull away only to get stopped by Taehyung.

“Please”, he begs, “please, please”, he pleads, moving your hand around his cock.

“You are so adorable”, you rasp, taking over for him. You take his thigh and pull him onto your length, twisting your hand around his cockhead as you do.

Taehyung arches his back, hips chasing you in desperate wiggles. His fingers fall from your hand to grab the edge of the backrest instead. He squeezes hard, feeling dizzy.

“Please Empress”, his voice is so high in pleasure.

“It’s okay darling Tae, I’ve got you”, you soothe him, giving him your length in deep rolls of your hips. You have to admit, it is easier to fuck than you thought it is. Maybe it is because you love fucking Taehyung or maybe it’s because you’re a natural, but that shit is so much fun. “Your Empress got you”, you rasp, “I’ve got you so good.”

Taehyung moans and spills tears. You are moving his body, forcing his head to tangle over the edge just enough that his head is starting to pound. And he loves it. Loves all of it. The last ten weeks were torture for him. To watch you lose yourself and to be unable to stop it, broke him over and over again. And left him so upset that desire and sensuality became cruel enemies he didn’t even want to think about. So to have you finally be yourself again leaves Taehyung so goddamn sensitive. He can’t decide what exactly leaves him so sensitive. Happiness, relief, comfort, desperation. Maybe all of it. All he knows is that it feels so good to be touched now that everything was okay again. He missed it so much. Missed it so, so much.

Taehyung arches his back and meets your movements in sloppy rolls of his hips.

“There we go, that’s it. Take my strap, you’re such a good boy”, you praise him, matching his rhythm and with it, turning Taehyung into a mess. He opens his legs further, gripping the edge of the chaise lounge, rolls his head to the side. He is a mess. An honest mess.

“Please don’t stop”, he sobs, “please I’m begging you.”

“It’s okay, I’m not going to stop”, you soothe him, massaging his heated tip deeply.

“Oh my god, it feels so good”, he moans loudly, trembling in pleasure. “oh god, oh my god.”

He loves being a vampire. He is so goddamn into how it makes him feel. How sensitive every inch of his body gets, how easy it is to partake in the best fucking thing because stuff like having to clean out isn’t necessary anymore and how goddamn easy it is to make him dizzy. Taehyung loves his nature so very much when you’re the one touching him, moaning your name with tears rolling down his glowing cheeks.

“My darling”, you speak softly, engulfing his cheek in your tender palm, “look at you crying. Is it that good for you?”

Taehyung whimpers, leaning into your touch until his soft cheek was nuzzled into your palm. He feels so safe right now. He is so vulnerable and weak right now, but you make him feel so safe.

“Good”, he whimpers and sobs softly, reaching up to place his hand over yours.

“You are so freaking pretty”, you whisper breathily, “oh Tae”, you add, trying to kiss him but failing miserably as this only forces his head to tangle even more over the edge.

It makes the both of you chuckle, eyes gazing into the others’ deeply.

“I’ll pull you up, work with me”, you say.

“Yes, okay”, he sighs, squirming sensually when you grab his hips and pull him closer.

“There we go. Now you’re comfy again, yeah?”

“Yes, so safe”, he whispers. Finally, his head stops tangling and you are able to place yourself atop of him.

Your elbows are propped up on each side of his head, your hips roll into him slowly but oh so deeply. Your chests are melted together. Taehyung can feel your racing heart that way, spilling tears because it feels so good to him. You begin moving again, slow and deep. Taehyung gasps, grabbing your back with trembling fingers. His legs close behind your thighs, trembling weakly.

“There we go, hold onto me”, you encourage him, playing with his hair. It is just a little damp from the heat you share, curling right around your fingers and tickling your skin, “is that good, my darling?”

“Yes, yes it’s so good”, Taehyung croaks and squeaks, “I- ah.”

“Such a good boy”, you praise, “touch yourself for me, my darling.”

Taehyung reaches between your bodies with one hand to wrap his fingers around his big cock. He gasps and looks into your eyes. The smile you give him makes him droopy, you running your fingers through his hair makes him dizzy.

“You’re so big, aren’t you?”

He whines a shy “yes”, feeling up his length. He didn’t even witness when he grew into his real size. You feel so good that all he concentrated on was your moving hips and gentle touch. He should be embarrassed about having such little control, but he is proud. You make him feel so good that he loses control and Taehyung is proud to show that off.

“Yes, you are. You are such a good boy, always so big and pretty for me. Mhm?”

Taehyung keens your name and squeezes his eyes shut. He scratches his nails down your back, leaving behind a streak of burning pleasure on your skin. You growl softly in reaction, dropping your forehead against his’.

“You’re such a good boy”, you rasp, voice shaky in lust, “holy fuck, this is the best fucking shit.”

You aren’t aware of it yet, but Taehyung is currently losing control. Having you atop of him, warm skin against warm skin and with your weight putting reassuring pressure on his chest, is too much for him. All of it is too much. Your slow movements, your fingers in his hair, your forehead against his’, the tensing of your back muscles under his fingertips, your praises. Taehyung has never felt that overtaken by the sensations before. He wants to cry and sob and pull you closer. And he does. He pulls you closer, sobbing your name into your shoulder as the new closeness forces you to cage in his head between your arm and head. Your hips falter and lose their rhythm. Taehyung makes up for it instantly, chasing you with needy rolls of his hips and his arms cradling you against his chest.

You chuckle and moan, moving your head so your nose was buried in his hair. You can’t move a lot, but you don’t mind. Being hugged by Taehyung as he chases the pleasure you give him is the best feeling ever. Taehyung’s needy squirming also manages to move the strap enough that your clit gets stimulated in the same needy rhythm and goddamn this feels heaven.

“Feels so fucking good”, you groan, “Tae, holy fuck, this is so good.”

Taehyung answers you in little whimpers and desperate mewls, hugging you closer. He uses just enough of his true strength on you that you know for a fact that he is losing himself in the sensations. Good, honest sex does that him. You realised that much. He may be a master of control on most nights and he may be hiding his nature from you most of the times, but there are those rare, intense moments where his reality shines through and you bask in them like an addict. You close your arm around his head and nuzzle into his hair deeper. It smells like warmth and his lavender shampoo.

“My good boy. My pretty, pretty good boy”, you rasp, making him shake.

“You’re making me climax”, Taehyung whimpers, “I can’t, can’t hold it much longer.”

“You can’t?”

“N-no. Feels so good.”

“It does. It fucking does. My good boy”, you pant, twisting his hair gently.

“Now please”, he begs, spilling desperate tears.

“Be a good boy for me. There we go. Such a good boy, you’re such a good boy”, you rasp.

Taehyung sobs your name and throws his head back as best as possible, chasing his high with deep rolls of his hips. “ah, a-ah”, he keens, scratching down your back in a desperate attempt not to lose himself completely.

“Good boy, my pretty good boy. Yes Tae, yes cum for me”, you praise him, feeling him shake and tremble. You try to help him, moving your hips as best as the position allows you to. His cock throbs against you, covering your tummies in his high. He is so tight around your strap, making moving almost impossible. But you keep moving, giving him a toe curling high. The kind which will stay in his mind for years to come.

Three deep strokes and then Taehyung begins fleeing you, despite his vigorous shaking before. He drops his arms from you, gripping the chaise lounge instead. Then he arches his back, squirming desperately.

“Stop, please too much”, he begs, “please too much.”

You chase him, forcing a throaty laugh out of him, “please, darling”, he begs, wiggling up the cushion until his head tangles over the edge again, “please slow, please.”

“Sorry”, you slow down, “I just wanted to see how you’d react.”

Taehyung laughs, raven hair messy and damp from the deep fuck.

“You are so cruel”, he whines, “I’m too sensitive.”

“Yeah?” you try chasing him again. One careful thrust and Taehyung squeezes his thighs together, whining your name. You chuckle, “sorry, I’ll stop. God, you are cute.”

You pull out of him, watching his hole push out the lube. It looks so wet and soft. You reach out and touch it, eliciting a gasp from him.

“Darling please”, he begs, holding your wrist, “I’m too sensitive.”

You snicker, “I can feel that”, you tease, massaging his sensitive rim.

“Please, mercy”, he begs, giggling loudly and with sparkly eyes.

“I just”, you clear your terribly dry throat, “you are so sexy, Tae”, you whisper, tracing his rim. You made it feel like that. You did that to him.

“___”, Taehyung says and laughs, running his own hands to his thighs. He grabs them right next to his cock, squeezing them tightly all while he opens his legs further, “why do you want to torture me?”

“Sorry”, you whisper, pulling back. You just did that. You fucked Taehyung’s ass. You actually made him cum around your strap. The realisation is leaving you dizzy. “I think I’m too horny for my own good.”

Taehyung lifts his head, “did you climax as well?” he asks you.

You shake your head, making Taehyung gasp.

“Why didn’t you say so? Shall I take care of it?”

“I mean….”, you say, rubbing your legs together.

Taehyung sits up with a groan, blinking slowly to get rid of the dizziness in his head.

“Don’t you want to rest a little?” you ask him, touching his chest in case he needs the support.

He shakes his head, “I can’t rest before I know that you are satisfied as well. Please get on your knees.”

You follow, lifting yourself onto your knees so you were kneeling in front of him on the chaise lounge. Taehyung shimmies closer and reaches behind you to open the clasp in the back. He gazes up at you as he does, eyes glassy from his intense high. The harness leaves your body and gets discarded on the floor for now.

Taehyung looks at your core, hands running up and down your buttocks gently.

“You are so beautiful”, he whispers, dropping down onto the chaise lounge and pulling you right with him. Right atop his face.

“Oh! Oh?!” you startle, trying to flee at first until you realise what he was doing. You let him pull you close, hand gripping the edge of the backrest for support.

Taehyung welcomes you with a stuck out tongue, moaning deeply the second your wet pussy connects with him.

“Tae fuck”, you press out in a whisper, letting your head tangle to the front as your every strength leaves you.

You are not going to last long. That much is sure. Fucking Taehyung with such honest and deep intensity brought you to the brink. Only a few more strokes and you probably would have followed him into sweet demise. So to have him run his skilled tongue over your pussy is almost too much. You are close and you are loving it.

“Oh god, it’s so good”, you choke out, twisting a bundle of his hair, “Taehyung….”

Taehyung growls deeply, eyes gazing up at you. You are covering his entire lower face and he loves it, slurping up your taste with hungry desperation. His big hands are on your hips, massaging you deeply. He sucks your clit between his lips.

“Ah”, you let out, mouth falling open and chest lifting as you inhale only to hold your breath. The sensation is too good. You curl your toes, digging your nails into the fabric of the backrest.

Taehyung purrs and sucks again, watching in bliss as you sink into yourself. You grow heavier on his face and Taehyung fucking loves it. He supports you with no struggle, flicking his tongue over your clit quickly with the help of his powers. Quick and fast and oh so sloppy.

You shake, moaning his name loudly. Good. Taehyung wants you to shake. You deserve to shake after how you made him feel. He wants you to feel as ethereal as you made him feel. Maybe even better.

“Now”, you squeak, “Tae now.”

Taehyung doesn’t slow down, growling hungrily as his tongue keeps moving quickly.

You break a second later, convulsing in his strong hold and gasping his name. You wanted to say more, praise him and call him your good boy, but you can’t. Taehyung is making you feel completely and utterly dumb in your high and all you can do is shake and tremble.

This feels so fucking good. You forgot how good orgasms feel. How were you able to miss out on them for ten weeks? This is better than anything.

The shaking stops too soon for your taste. Way too soon. You feel fulfilled and yet desperate for more. You lift yourself. You have no idea why you did that, but you did. You dumb woman lift yourself off of Taehyung’s face, thinking that this was it.

Taehyung lets you know that it very much wasn’t. With the help of his powers he has you pinned against the chaise lounge within seconds, keeping a safe hold on you as he forces your legs open with the help of his strong thighs. He buries two of his long fingers in your pussy, pressing his thumb against your swollen clit.

“Ah!” you yelp, eyes widening comically big and lips opening repeatedly as you gasp for air. He pins you down with his weight, keeping you hostage with his burning gaze. His long fingers move right against your g-spot, his thumb makes sure your clit stays as sensitive as possible. The deepest fire spreads through your limbs. Every inch of your middle feels electric.

“Holy fuck”, you gasp, “holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fu- ah!”

Taehyung growls throatily, parting his lips in synch with yours. His lids grow heavy in arousal, barely showing off his ruby eyes. He doesn’t need to say anything. Sounds are enough to let you know that he is feeling just as charged as you do. Which is impossible, because you feel like fucking exploding. You are so sensitive. Stuffed by his fingers and tortured with the best overstimulation after weeks of not knowing how pleasure feels.

Tears leave your eyes and roll down your face, you try to both moan and gasp for air, resulting in the most honest sounds of pleasure you made in a long time.

Taehyung answers you in a deep growl, fingers speeding up to the kind of level which results in you kicking the cushions and arching your back.

“Ah!” you wail, “ah Tae!”

“Climax for me”, he rasps in the deepest voice, forcing you over the edge with a curl of his fingers.

It starts in the deepest parts of your pussy, spreading to your clit and taking the rest of your body by surprise.

“Tae! Oh god Tae! Ah!”

Taehyung keeps moving through your high, ruining you to the point of having to squirt all over his long fingers. He growls deeply as that happens, basking in the burn of your nails as you clasp his arms in panicked desperation. And he keeps moving. Keeps on fucking his fingers into you quickly and deeply, keeps on rubbing your clit, keeps on massaging your g-spot even if that makes the biggest mess between your legs. Because if there is one thing he is good at, it is fingering you so fucking good you feel as if he drilled you with his cock. You are so goddamn perfect when you climax like that. When you squirt until you physically can’t anymore, resulting in you flinching and twitching in his strong arms.

Taehyung pulls his fingers free, allowing the last droplets of your pleasure to drip out of you now that he isn’t plugging you up anymore. He rests his hand on your pussy gently, caressing her with slow movements up and down. The warmth that leaves behind makes you feel just as dizzy as your high does.

You aren’t really present for the next moments, trying to find your way back to him after he ruined you so abysmally. Taehyung kisses every inch of your face as he waits for you to return to him.

Once you do, he is gazing at you with the most beautiful smile ever. You retort it, cupping his face with shaking hands.

“You are incredible”, you whisper, “holy moly, Tae.”

He chuckles softly, flustering cutely.

“I literally feel dizzy.”

“Me too”, he says, letting you pull him closer until you kiss.

Sweetly and slowly. You are both too ruined to kiss any other way. And sadly also way out of breath as seconds later the kiss breaks again.

“You seriously ruined me. I don’t think I can be normal again.”

Taehyung giggles, “me neither. The way you moved your hips will haunt me.”

You chuckle, “so I did well for my first time?”

“You did incredible. You were amazing.”

It is your turn to fluster. Taehyung brushes his thumb over your cheek. Your skin glows so prettily after good sex, he is so fucking obsessed with the view.

“Shall we take a bath together to relax?” he suggests.

“I would love that, my darling”, you say, nodding your head enthusiastically.

“Me too, oh darling”, Taehyung smiles.

Moments later you are sharing a bath, sitting face to face and with your limbs entangled. Candlelight is filling the room, the scent of honey tickles your nose and slow jazz music keeps you company. You are caressing Taehyung’s back and he does the same to you, eyes racing between yours.

“I think we are different than we were when we met”, he whispers into the silence.

“I think so too. We’re different.”

“I don’t think we’ll ever have the same relationship again.”

You look at him in slight confusion.

“Too much happened. Too many moments of doubt and betrayal and hurt. I don’t think that we can ever go back to the way we were”, he explains himself.

“I don’t understand. Are you breaking up with me?”

“On the contrary. I just…want us to be better from now on. More honest. When was the last time we sat down and talked about us? Did we ever?”

You shake your head, “I don’t know if we ever did, actually”, you confess.

“I can’t remember either. I am so terrible at being honest with how I truly feel. When it comes to true honesty, I struggle a lot, so I tend to avoid deeply emotional conversations.”

“I think you’re pretty good at it. I suck at it more than you do.”

Taehyung chuckles, as do you.

“So tell me, Tae. Be honest.”

“I don’t know. When I look at you these days I see someone different. You are better, but still so different. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened had I fled that night.”

“What night are you talking about?”

“The night Namjoon forced me to hunt you down. Had I been one second faster, our lives could look so much different now. I wonder if we would still be together or if we would already be broken up. Would we have ever found Jimin? Would he have even died in the first place? Would you have ever fallen in love with Yoongi?”

You furrow your brows.

“I keep wondering if the universe would have still found a way to bring the two of you together”, he smiles, “I think he changed you the most out of all of us. I think if we hadn’t went through everything we did, I would have hurt you in the long run. But Yoongi helped you be better.”

You lower your eyes shyly.

“I really hated that you were with him”. Taehyung confesses, making you look at him in shock, “for the longest time I really hated that you were with him and I was angry at you for falling in love with him. But I see it now. You love him as I love Jimin and it doesn’t mean that you love me less, because I don’t love you less either despite Jimin.”

You smile.

“I don’t hate it anymore. I’m happy that you found each other. I really am.”

“I’m happy too. So happy. I seriously haven’t ever been as happy in my life as I am ever since I’m with you guys.”

Taehyung smiles.

“And I’m happy for you too. I didn’t like Jimin at first and I wanted him gone because of how he treated you. But I understand these days that he is traumatised and that he just needed a push into the right direction. Kindness isn’t easy for him because it hurt him in the past.”

Taehyung nods hid head.

“I like Jimin these days. He is a great friend and makes you happy. I want you to be happy, Tae.”

“I am. I am happy. I really am.”

“Good. I hope you always will be.”

“I wish the same for you.”

Your eyes race between each other. The air is heavy in emotion. Your hearts beat in sync. Deep understanding lies between you and him. Your relationship as it was has long ended, but this wasn’t the end.

Taehyung reaches for your face. Water leaves your skin wet, but you don’t mind.

“We can’t go back to how we were, can we?” he asks, intertwining his fingers with you.

“No, we can’t.”

“We have other people now. We don’t love solely each other, but we love more people. Back then we were so naive and stupidly attracted to each other, but we aren’t anymore.”

“That’s not true. I’m still stupidly attracted to you.”

“I feel the same. I just meant that our attraction is different these days. We went through shit together. We saw each other at our worst. Hurt each other. Apologised. Our attraction isn’t based solely on physicality anymore, it’s based on our shared story.”

You smile.

“I like that. It means that it’s real.”

Taehyung smiles.

“Yes. It means that it is real. And that it will withstand even the worst.”

“Only to come out stronger in the end.”

He squeezes your cheeks gently. You squeeze his waist right back.

“I want to be with you for life and I don’t know if I can go back to how we were. I want us to be deeper than we were back then. I want us to know that times will get hard, but we will always have each other. I want us to know that even if we spend some time apart and see other people, our love won’t grow less because of it.”

“I want the same, Tae. I want us to be deeper and more real.”

He lifts your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly.

“I truly love you, ___. Most ardently and with my entire heart.”

“I love you too, Taehyung. Greatly and deeply.”

“So let’s end this. Let’s end this to finally begin again.”

You smile, “yes, let’s end this to finally begin again.”

“It’s over.”

You draw closer, holding hands while your eyes lose themselves in each other.

“___, do you want to be my forever family?”

“Yes, Taehyung. I do. I fucking do.”

Taehyung laughs and places his hand on the nape of your neck. You laugh, closing your eyes as he pulls you into a kiss. Deep and full of love. You did it. You left the past and finally live in the present, holding each other close on your journey into a sweet future. Nothing can stop you now.

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