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sweetwritertanya · 4 years

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Happy Valentine’s Day (Taehyung)

Summary: You and your boyfriend Taehyung have agreed to not buy expensive gifts for each other anymore on Valentine’s Day. At least that’s what you thought.

Warnings: SMUT. Mixed with fluff. Beware of: swearing, erotic body touching, fingering, unprotected sex (be safe out there), rough sex, jewelry kink (again, is that a thing? Well, for this one it is!)

Word Count: 3212

You were casually laying on the couch in the comfort of your house waiting for your boyfriend to call and say if he could make it for your date or not. The downside of dating an idol from such a popular group, he was never sure if he could make it for special occasions, such as Valentine’s Day. Which was why you never made elaborate plans, in case he had to cancel.

For this year, you asked him to tell you if he could come on a date night with you, a simple dinner at the patio of your house, with candle light and under the moonlight. You assured him you didn’t need big fancy restaurants or expensive gifts for Valentine’s Day. If you could ask for one thing, it would be to spend time with him.

Of course, Taehyung had a tendency to go a bit overboard. Last time he hired a high rated chef and rented a table at a beautiful garden for you to dine in, with the upmost discretion, only the two of you. Although you loved every single minute of it, you made him promise never to do something like that again. It felt like a waste of money to spend it on you like that.

You were already pretty sure that you would be spending the day alone this year, since it was past eight at night and Taehyung hadn’t called yet. He was probably with a busy schedule and wouldn’t make it. You had dinner ready to go, just having to turn the stove on, and a beautiful dress already chosen hanging on the door of your closet, to put on before he arrived. But it would have to wait for another time.

You were moving the tray of food from the stove into the fridge, so you could cook it the day after for lunch, when there was a knock on your door. Cleaning your hands on a kitchen towel, you moved to your main door and opened it just an inch, enough to see who was on the other side.

At first, you could only see red roses, perfectly stacked in a large round bouquet. But then he lowered the flowers and you saw the playful boxy smile of your boyfriend scrunching the side of his bright eyes and showing off his pearly white teeth.

“Taehyung! You were supposed to tell me if you were coming!” you yelled at him, opening the door fully to let him in.

“I wanted to surprise you! Surprise! Happy Valentine’s Day!” he happily shouted, giving you the beautiful bouquet of roses.

You received it and smelled the flowers as your eyes took in the image of your boyfriend. You cringed at yourself. He was wearing black jeans, a light grey woolen turtle neck clinging to his lean body and a white long coat on top, brown hair perfectly straight with bangs falling on top of his defined eyebrows, black earrings on his uncovered ears. He looked ready to model the cover of any magazine.

You, on the other hand, being sure you wouldn’t get to see him today, had your hair on a messy and almost coming undone bun, wearing some grey sweatpants that were too long on you and a matching grey hoodie, none of them flattering on your short plump body. And you had no make-up on, not even lip balm on your lips.

“Really, Tae, I would’ve gotten ready if I knew you were coming. I already put the food away, let me go and get it again…” you sighed, placing the flowers on the counter table of your kitchen, about to go and get the tray out of the fridge again.

“Wait, wait, there’s more” Taehyung pulls you by an arm, pecking your complaining lips before you could speak. “Dinner can wait. I wanna see you opening this.”

He wiggles a gift bag he had been hiding behind his back in front of your face and you gasp when you recognize the label. It was a jewelry boutique.

“Tae! You promised you would stop wasting money on me like this!” you admonish him once again, frowned eyebrows as you take the bag from his hands with concern. Taehyung wasn’t one to hold back on these things.

“Nothing for you is a waste of money! You’re my beautiful queen, you deserve everything I get you. And I think you’ll really like this.” He claps his palms excitedly and jumps in place as you take the large box from inside the bag.

You squint your eyes angrily at him, which he completely ignores and keeps smiling with excitement. Sighing in defeat, still frustrated at him but also curious about what he got, you open the box to reveal what was inside. You gasp loudly. It was a beautiful layered gold necklace, with two thin gold chains and the middle one with what looked like rubies encrusted. A pair of matching earrings laid on top of the necklace and also a bracelet, decorated with the same red rubies all around.

“T-Taehyung, this… this is…” Too much is what you wanted to say, but you knew Tae wouldn’t accept that answer. For him, showering you with gifts like these were proof of his love, so it would hurt him if you didn’t accept them. Even if you had no idea how to ever repay him, all you could do was place the box carefully on the counter and pull him in for a proper kiss.

You felt him smile under your lips as you nibbled at them, his hands pulling you closer by your back, mouth parting to deepen the loving affection. He tasted like honey and sugar, smelled like his favorite cologne and the slightest stroke of his expert tongue against yours had your knees go weak and stomach tingling.

“I knew you’d like it” he murmured as the kiss ended, a smug smile on his pale face. “Let me see you wearing it.”

Stepping back from you, he fumbled with the box and started by removing the necklace.

“What, now? But I’m in sweatpants” you protested, feeling like it would look ridiculous to wear such beautiful jewelry with the clothes you had.

“So? You look amazing no matter what, my queen” he assured you, necklace in hand and placing it around your neck, clasping the hook on the back.

He gave you the earrings for you to put on yourself while he wrapped the bracelet around your left wrist. After you had the jewelry on, he stepped back and looked at you, making you blush.

“No, stop! You know what, I’ll put on the dress I had ready for today, then you can see the full effect” you decided, turning back on your heels and almost running towards your bedroom, already unzipping the grey hoodie on the way.

“Y/N, they look great on you already. You don’t need the dress” he told you, coming after you with a chuckle.

“You won’t be saying that after I put on the dress and do my hair” you teased, knowing he loved seeing short dresses on you, showing off your thick thighs, or dresses with a low neckline, revealing the roundness of your full breasts. The dress you prepared had both, you were sure he would love it.

Taking off the hoodie completely and the top you had underneath, you opened the closet door where you had the dress and pulled it to the bed, taking off your sweatpants. You failed to notice Taehyung had followed you all the way to the bedroom, leaning against the door frame as he observed you. And he swallowed dry at the image of you in front of him, stirring dirty feelings inside.

You were now only wearing your nude underwear set, silk and lace bra and a silk thong that matched your skin tone almost perfectly. You had nothing on besides the jewelry he bought you and that set. And Taehyung was having difficulty breathing. The ruby popped up so vividly against your naked skin, the lowest gold chain of the necklace being swallowed up by your deep cleavage, earrings shinnying without your hair down to cover them. Your thighs rubbing together as you walked making them jiggle was a vision, you lower stomach sticking out from the hem of your panties making him want nothing more than to rub himself on the soft flesh there. And see the jewels bounce alongside your softness as he fucked you roughly in the bed.

“Y/N?” you heard Taehyung’s deep voice call out as he entered the room.

“Yeah?” You were busy picking up the dress and unzipping it at the back, trying to remember if you could step into this one or if it would get stuck on your wide hips and you had to rather dive into it from the bottom.

“Forget the dress” he ordered, taking it suddenly from your hands and throwing it back into the closet.

“Tae! That dress was exp-”

The words were muffled under Taehyung’s fierce and harsh lips, desperately claiming yours as his hands searched and squeezed the naked skin available and making you forget what you were about to say any way. He plundered his tongue in between your parted lips with no restrain, curling his wet tongue around yours and sucking on it, making you whimper into his mouth and hold on to his shoulders as your legs were about to fail you.

Taehyung pushed you back until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed and you both fell into the soft mattress, his tongue starting to leave a wet trail around your soft jawline and neck, making your breathing heavy and face growing hot.

“T-Tae, ahh…” you sighed, still a bit confused at his sudden attack but not complaining about it one bit.

“You look so fucking sexy with just the jewelry I gave you, Y/N” he huffed out against your ear, hands starting to rub your breasts and wiggling them on his large hands. “I want you to keep them as I make you feel real good, yeah?”

You moaned in response, one of his hands having pulled the cup of your bra down and his mouth taking in the erect nipple underneath. You ran your nails down his back at the feeling of him toying with your erect nub, a coil of sizzling lust burning your insides. The other hand that was massaging your other breast moved to your back and undid the hooks of your bra, his mouth parting with your skin just so he could take it off all the way.

You saw his long tongue come out and wet his lips as he took time to admire your tits, decorated with the necklace he gave you so perfectly. Your breathing was making your chest move up and down rapidly, the gold and rubies sparkling at the light in the room.

“My queen, you look absolutely ravishing right now” he intones with a deep raspy voice that had your stomach turning.

He attached his lips to the dry nipple and laved it, teeth even pulling at the sensitive nub and making you scream. His hands were exploring every inch of your expansive stomach, squeezing every flesh he could, feeling his fingers sink into the malleable skin available and loving how it made you squirm underneath him.

Becoming too hot for him to bear, Taehyung finally got rid of his coat and also his turtle neck in the process, leaving him bare chested and perfectly straight hair now ruffled. You yearned to touch his skin and mess up his hair even more.

Coming back to your side, your hands claw at the hair on the nape of his neck and you kiss him hungrily, need taking over your body completely. He grunts into your sensuous lips and his hands moved down your back to squeeze you bum, rubbing you against his hardness at the same time.

You feel like you are more than ready for him, a spot already soaking through your thin panties, but Taehyung seems to have other plans. With his tongue swirling around yours, he skims his fingers under the hem of your panties and delves them into your heat, one finger slipping in easily while his thumb finds your clit and brushes around it.

“Ahh! Tae!” you moan, hips bulking against his hand in search for more.

He inserts another finger and slightly moves back to watch you chase your own release.

“That’s it, my queen. Let me see you move against my hand, use it for your pleasure and let me see you come undone” he entices, loving the way your body was rattling from your own movements, the fall and rise of the jewelry on your chest as your tits bounced.

Taehyung’s long fingers were reaching more than deep enough to rub against the crest of your pubic bone were the most sensitive pad of nerves was, every movement of your hips, taking him in to the knuckles, hitting that spot that was bringing you closer and closer to meltdown.

At one particular deep thrust, he wiggled his fingers inside as his thumb kept rubbing your clit and that was it. You screamed his name as your walls clung on to him, a rush of ecstasy running up your body and making feel like you were in heaven.

He withdrawn his fingers once you were done and quickly licked them clean, something you saw through half-closed eyes and made you whine. He chuckled.

“What? Is my queen already asking for more?” he teased with a cocky smirk.

You nodded and, going with his pleasure for seeing you in jewelry, grabbed the two longest chains of your necklace and bit into them, a lustful stare into his eyes. Taehyung grunted and his eyelids fluttered with desire. He rushed to take off his trousers and his boxers, making you see just how fully erect and throbbing he was, his long shaft springing up with vine like veins prominent in his stiffness and red crown leaking already.

“I don’t think I can go easy on you today. Are you okay with that?” he questions, kneeling in between your open legs, one hand palming himself as he looked with dark eyes at you.

“Yes, Taehyung. Have your way with me however you want” you allowed him, opening your legs even further in invitation.

He growled deeply and plunged himself into your tight entrance all at once, getting balls deep in one swift move that had you breathless and whimpering under him. True to his words, Taehyung grabbed both of your hefty legs and placed them both on each of his shoulders, hands going underneath to grab your arms as he started to drill himself into your drenched mound.

You were wailing and writhing underneath him, each pound of his pelvis against yours originating the lewdest squelching sounds as you got wetter, the tension rising to the highest of levels inside your brain and lustful sounds escaping your lips that you couldn’t contain even if you tried. He was impaling you to great depths with his shaft, rubbing places never touched before and you knew you wouldn’t last long.

Taehyung felt the stirring of his groin getting louder at every thrust, the tightness and warmth of your wet walls around him igniting the pit on his stomach. He opened his eyes to see you with your head back, mouth fully open and ripples of flesh undulating on your body at each ramming of his hips, jewelry bouncing at the same rhythm. He couldn’t take it.

His thrusts grew even more rapid before he felt you losing your grip, you feeling like a muscle inside snapped, and it made his hips lose their rhythm and focus, the feeling of your cunt pulsating around him as you came leading him to his own edge as his hips sutured and he buried himself deep, tingles of pure pleasure going up his spine as he released his essence into you.

Your cream surrounded his cock inside of you and his fluids mixed with yours as your legs fell from his shoulders and his torso fell on top of you, his mind still enough conscious to make him shift and hold himself up on his forearms. You were still catching your breath, feeling sore but satisfied, lips half open and eyes closed, hair completely messed up from your bun and skin sweating and red. Taehyung felt like this was when you looked the prettiest, the image of a true queen that rules his heart completely.

“I love you, Y/N. Love you, my queen” he murmured, he too out of breath but not enough to stop himself from claiming your lips once more, now for a slow innocent brush of lips, lustful hunger satiated for now, but for sure coming back soon.

“I love you too, Tae. If I knew you liked it so much, I would have started to wear the jewelry you gave me to bed” you giggled shyly.

“Do that and we won’t get a full night of sleep” he warned, kissing your blushing cheeks with a smile of his own. “Although, there is this one piece I would like for you to never take off.”

“Oh? Which is it?” you curiously asked. “The bracelet? Or the earrings?”

Instead of answering, he pulled out of you, a whimper escaping you at the feeling, and went to stand at the edge of the bed. You observed as he seemed to look around for a minute, bending down to recover his trousers and you getting a full view of his perfect ass in the meantime. God, he was perfect.

He came back to the bed where you were now sited with a box he retrieved from the trousers’ pocket, sitting next to you and opening it. There were two commitment rings, one a thick gold band and the other decorated with the same rubies you had on.

“I would like for you to wear this and make sure everyone knows you already have a lover” he said with half a pout, taking the ring out and searching for your hand.

“Tae, I… It’s so beautiful, thank you” you couldn’t quite find the words you wanted, tears pooling at your eyes. “I’ll never take it off again, promise. And you don’t have to worry too much, no one is interested in me anyway. You are just a very special case.”

You took his ring out from the box and mimicked his actions, sliding it on his finger. A warm and loving feeling warming you up inside.

“Don’t underestimate me. I saw the way some men at work looked at you. Now all you have to do is flash them like this.”

He wiggled his hand with the ring on your face with a stern look and all you could do was laugh, his expression hilarious. He joined you and chuckled too, taking your hands in his and locking your lips together one more time, a sweet and short but love filled joining of lips.

“C’mon. Let’s go shower together” he invited, pulling at your hands and guiding you to the bathroom.

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ficsnroses · 4 years

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Workout - Keanu Reeves x Reader

We really need more shirtless content I’m running out of gifs oof. Anyway, Enjoy!

Word Count : 3.1k

Warnings : Smut, fluff. Unprotected Sex. Intercourse in a public place. NSFW. A few F bombs.

Summary : Reader and Keanu are in the middle of a workout session together at their gym, when Keanu starts to feel a bit frisky, resulting in a quickie in the gym restroom.

*Thank you so much for the birthday wishes this morning, you all made my day ❤️

Huffing, a few beads of sweat trickling down your forehead, you groan quietly, lightly, barely audible, on your second set of dumbbell seated crunches.

The cool breeze of the air conditioner kisses your skin from all around, the music thumping with each beat, the sounds of throaty groans and sulks coming every now and then from around the complex.

Your boyfriend, Keanu, watches you through the wall mirror, as he progresses through his round of bar pull ups. Sweat has seeped through his gray muscle shirt, his perfectly bulked arms defined and tensing each time he pulls himself up for a rep. Admiring, slightly intoxicated by the way his broad muscles look beautifully toned, the movement and definition prominent in each pull, you bit your lip, momentarily forgetting the pain burning in your abs each time you move.

Keanu and you decided to have your morning workout together today, in the gym you both attended regularly. Often, you’d have to come separately, due to your conflicting schedules, however, on fortunate days like today, you both were free from any work in your respective careers, allowing you to accompany each other.

You preferred to have Keanu as your gym buddy, both being able to push each other harder than you may normally go. Of course, the added bonus of seeing each other work out was always a plus.

Biting your lip, your eyes squeeze shut, taking in deep, low breaths as you struggle to finish the last 5 reps of your set. Keanu sees you through the mirror, smiling at how fierce, yet simply beautiful, almost completely adorable you looked trying to finish.

“Almost there, babe! You can do it.” He encourages, eyes shining as they watch you.

Throwing your head back in discomfort, eyes tight shut, you rasp. “I don’t think I can, Ke.” You almost yell.

The gym is occupied by a few more scarce patrons, mostly people from the higher end of society, or people working in the entertainment industry. The complex was one of the more private, secluded ones for people of Keanu’s celebrity status. If he had it his way, he would be fine with attending any other gym. However, unfortunately, that didn’t always guarantee his safety, or privacy.

Keanu and you had been dating for 4 years now, and were completely committed to the relationship. Rarely, people find the one person who makes everything fall into place, everything so much more special, providing the companionship everyone dreams of. Keanu and you had found that in each other, and neither of you were willing to ever compromise it.

The way he treated you with the upmost respect, the upmost care, the upmost affection brimming in each touch, the way he showed you each and every day how much you meant to him, it all felt as if a dream.

A beautiful, magnificent dream, you never wanted to be awaken from.

Snapping out of your impromptu stargaze, to the sound of Keanu’s snicker, your ears perk up.

“Huh?” you ask, brows furrowing.

“I asked if you were alright, sweetheart.” He repeats, picking up the weighted dumbbell from in front, to put it away for you.

You wipe your hand across your forehead, tightening your ponytail in the process.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, was just thinking about something.” You respond, smiling at him. He kisses your shoulder, rubbing your forearm lightly.

“Want me to grab you a mat?” he proposes, taking a drag of his water bottle. It was one of those monstrous 2 litre big ones, which you found incredibly extra on his part. Nonetheless, your petite, 16-ounce regular sized bottle looked pretty cute next to his.

“Yeah, I’m almost ready to go home honestly.” You sigh, lacing your hand with his, leaning your head on his shoulder for a brief exhaustion break. His toned bicep muscles felt hard under your head, a quality so easily, astoundingly attractive. Planting a kiss on your head, he moves to grab a black, shining yoga mat for you.

Even at a place like the gym, where the entire point is to move around, Keanu still brought things to you, being the gentleman he was. You’d often tell him to stop, as you’re perfectly capable of doing things for yourself. He wouldn’t budge though; it was almost a habit at this point.

A habit of always making his girl’s life easier.

Taking position, you watch Keanu revert back to his place by the bench, using an incredibly massive sum of weight to complete some bicep curls. Gosh, his arms look so fucking good, glistening with a thin layer of sweat, pumping the weights…

Exhaling with a shake of the head, you begin to work on some squats, making sure your stance and form were perfectly proportionate, flawless. The seamless fabric of your jet black workout tights stretches to accommodate each movement, your ass looking heavenly in the complex mirror.

You see Keanu staring from his place, clearly biting his lip. Unable to control, you let a small smile creep to your lips, realizing this was definitely turning him on. You make sure to stick your ass out a little more, enjoying the effect you had on him, knowing there was nothing he could do until you got home.

Still mindlessly pumping the weights, you would’ve swore you saw him lightly, briefly palm his bulge. The veins in his arms had become more prominent, the outlines so breathtakingly protruding with each lift, breathing in deep with a shaky exhale as his eyes gloss over your sensually perfect figure.

With your legs bending again, arms held out front with a clasp, you smirk his way.

“Stop staring, babe.” You mouth to him, simpering, never stopping your reps, eyeing the other patrons thoughtlessly routining around.

His eyes divert to your behind, watching how perfectly plump it shows on display each time you bend. No matter how many times he’d been with you, no matter how many times he’d had you, browsed his hands over each part of your divinely sculpted body, you’d still had a perplexing effect on him, flaunting your figure, knowing he wanted it, but couldn’t have it right in this moment.

Setting the weight down with a shaky breath, before trudging over to you, his sweaty palm lays warm against the small of your back, as his hoarse voice speaks into your ear, breath hot against your skin.

“I need you. Now.”

You furrow your brows, expression disorderly, borderline shocked.

“We’re in public, Ke.” You mouth, emphasising.

He comes closer, his front bushing against yours, head resting on your shoulder, close enough to whisper, as his fingers toy with the waistband of your leggings on your behind.

“There’s a single use restroom in the back, darling…”

You pull back, to look him straight into his obviously insane, earthy eyes. He couldn’t be for real.

Keanu and you had a very healthy sex life, despite his older age. His experience accumulated made him an ideal lover, you’d be lying if you said the thought of him taking you didn’t send your knees weak each time. Being with him was one of your favourite feelings in the entire world…but in public? At the gym?

It seemed a bit too wild.

“We’ll get caught. And not to mention, it’s illegal.” You affirm, whispering so only he could hear.

“We’ll be quick, baby. I need my girl…” he kisses the crook of your neck, whispering, lacing his fingers with yours, the other hand smoothing your hips. Against your stomach, his bulge pokes, making you swallow in anticipation.

He really had a way with his words.

Glancing around for a clear coast, you feel yourself giving in to the feel of his large palm on your skin, smoothing up and down. Running a hand swift through your hair, a mutter breaks under your breath.

“Fine.”

Lacing his hand in yours, you wait until the people around are completely occupied in their regime, Keanu trailing behind you as you stride to the back restroom. Feeling a rush of adrenaline cast over you, peeving in, you suddenly become increasingly excited, aroused.

You quickly open the door, eyes still glancing around on the lookout, as you enter, pulling Keanu in behind you to the small restroom. With a thud, the door locks securely closed, you unconsciously nip at the skin on your bottom lip, staring Keanu.

Within seconds, he’s backed you up against the wall, his lips taking place on yours, kissing hungrily. Intertwining your hands in his lengthy, raven mane, tugging ever so slightly, his bulky hands roam your body, sneaking into the band of your sports bra.

“You have to be quiet, okay sweetheart?” he breaths, breaking the kiss, never breaking eye contact. You tend to be quite vocal while you’re active, expressing how amazing he makes you feel each time, he knew that darn well.

You nod your head rapidly, bringing your hand to rest over his, guiding it over to repose on your sports bra clad chest, urging to feel him touch you more. Placing a quick kiss to your lips, he brings both hands to tug the bra over your breasts, allowing them to fall free, completely unrestricted, exposed for him. They bounce beautifully, so plump, making his bulge only grow bigger.

He leans down, hands still secured on your waist as your rest on his shoulders, to place a few wet kisses over your modesty.

“So fucking beautiful, baby.” He breaths into the dip of your cleavage, placing another kiss on the soft skin.

“We have to be quick, Ke.” You whisper, palming his now very prominent erection, biting your lip in eagerness. In a swift movement, you snake your hand into the waistband of his sweats, into his boxers, grabbing a hold of his swollen cock. Stroking him with your soft, petite hand, you see him glance down, throwing his head back, eyes clasped shut in relief from your touch.

“Feel good, baby?” You giggle, pressing a kiss to his chest, still stroking his generous length.

“So good..” he barely manages to choke out. With his stocky digits, he returns the favour, trailing them into the waistband of your panties, rubbing along the seams of your drenched cunt. His touch is deliciously blissful, sending the pit of your stomach drifting with butterflies of pure liberation, but not enough. You needed him. All of him.

You buck into his touch, still stroking his generous length, as two of his thick, sturdy fingers explore your entrance, barely thrusting in. The sounds of your wetness can already be heard, saturating, dowsing his fingers as they move.

“So wet, princess.” He remarks, placing a few more wet kisses to your neck, as you both touch each other, preparing for the taking. “Can you take these off for me, sweetheart?” he probes, free hand smoothing over the fabric of your tights.

In a swift motion, you slide down your tights, pooling at your ankles as your hands remove from Keanu’s boxers.

“Ke, I can’t wait any longer. Please.” You murmur. Sliding his own sweats down slightly, just enough to allow his member loose, seeping with clear, liquidly pre cum, Keanu immediately pumps himself a few times, before setting his hand on the back of your thigh. Leaning in close, his gruff voice whispers,

“I need you to bring this around my waist, darling.”

Adhering, you wrap your leg around his waist, tight, fixating him in place. His herculean arms wrap around your waist, propping you up slightly to allow himself better access. With the tip of his cock close to your entrance, he confirms.

“Ready, love?” He presses a quick kiss to your lips. Keanu could be rough, animalistic, demandingly dominant when you wanted him to, however, much of the time, he was caring, gentle, and loving. He’d focus entirely on making you feel good, leaving his own needs second.

But right now wasn’t the time to be gentle.

“So ready.” You smile, bringing your hands to plant on his ass to urge him in. Slowly, gradually, he takes hold of his large, sizeably thick cock, guiding himself into you with one hard thrust.

Inch by inch, he’s big, beautiful, and warm. You simultaneously moan in unison, sighing in relief as he fills you whole, throbbing between your soaking walls. He halts once fully in, allowing you to adjust to him. No matter how many times you’d had him, you always needed a few moments to stretch, accommodating him.

Once primed, you nod your head, letting out a breathy exhale, nodding you head, urging him to thrust.

Rapidly moving his hips to the constrained time you both had, he makes sure to thrust up into you fully each time, slipping out entirely coated in your slickness, before plummeting back in. Rocking his hips perfectly, flawless, he hits the sensitive bundle of nerves in your mid each time, leaving wet kisses all over your skin, your breasts, your neck. He’s effortlessly gliding in and out of you, your slickness, sleekly coating his cock so wholly. The sound of his skin slapping yours fills the room, your nerves threatening to snap at how expertly he’s working you.

“Do you think there’s.....oh god.....fuck, Ke...” Stuttering, you stifle to finish your sentence with him bouncing you on his cock against the wall. “Cameras? In here?” you finally choke out, whimpering as his movements pick up pace, heaving breathy exhales.

His lips part slightly, barely managing to string a sentence together. “I.....don’t care, darling.......fuck... I won’t be able to stop when you feel this fucking...” his words cease as he sucks in a sharp breath, tensing his jaw & muscles. “This fucking tender, wet. You feel fucking amazing, sweetheart.”

You moan breathlessly against his skin, one of your arms wrapped around his neck, your other hand fixing on his shoulder, holding desperately as he thrusts hastily up in you. You’re sure you looked a hot mess, hair falling out of your perfectly fashioned ponytail, breasts hanging out of your half taken off bra with your bottoms sprawled on the floor, your boyfriend’s hands planted firm on your hips, holding you in place as he drills in and out of you.

“Ke. Fuck…oh Ke...” you moan as he moves out diligently, the sound of your wetness audible in the four walls of the restroom. You hate how much the sound of him sliding in and out turns you on, his skin slapping your skin so flamboyantly, knowing how good you’re making him feel. He lets out grunts and mumbles, muttering a few obscenities, watching his rock hard cock pump you firm.

With his movements bouncing your entire figure up and down, you looked just as deliciously lewd as any unkempt goddess. Each curve, each crease of your femininity, captivatingly ambrosial, a striking siren sending him spiraling out of reality.

With a particularly loud moan sauntering out of you, Keanu brings his fingers to your lips, gently inserting his index and middle fingers into your mouth for you to suck on, muffling your whines.

“Shhh baby, we gotta be quiet.” He rasps, as you bury your face in his chest, eyes threatening to burn at the feeling of complete paradise he’s channeling into you.

“I’m trying…” you moan, eyes snapped shut as his thrusts shake your entire body, your breasts bouncing beautifully to the rhythm he’s set.

“You’re fucking me so good, Ke. So fucking good.” You whimper through clenched teeth, hands holding onto him tighter now, the burn between your legs threatening to spill over any moment.

He lets out shallow, breathy moans laced with incoherent gasps as he slips himself in and out, lips chanting your name nonchalantly, calloused fingers digging into your hips, possibly brusing. He sucks in a sharp breath when you bring your hand down to toy, massaging his balls, knowing it helped send him over the edge.

Keanu fastens his eyes shut, resting his forehead against yours, as he thrusts in and out at an arduous pace. Groans and moans escape his mouth, his searing breath kissing your skin, so close. You twist your hand in his silky, dark locks again, pulling him closer. They’re damp with sweat, dripping almost at the ends, only turning you on more. You’re almost in astonishment at how well he’s pouring his might into you, each thrust so appreciative. You both breath heavily, lost in each other’s touch. Cradling the back of your neck, he shudders, while speaking.

“You knew I was watching you, didn’t you, sweetheart?” With his forehead still pressed against yours, the sweat lingering between your skin, pleasurable shocks sauntered your entire bodies, each coming closer to letting go completely. “Sticking your ass out like that for me to see, you knew exactly what you were doing, babygirl.”

With your nails grazing, raking across the dense, well-defined muscles on his back, you hum back.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.”

He lets out a particularly hefty grunt when you clench around him suddenly, your cunt tightening around his cock.

“You probably made every other guy in that room drool,” he groans, watching the way your eyes are shut, mouth slightly a gape as he rams in and out of you, leaving you flustered with each thrust. “But none of them get to fuck you like I do.” He declares, sucking a mark into the skin of your neck, as you rest against the wall, sinful looking.

With a whine, you buck your hips forward, into him greater. Your lips drop tongue tied, muddled whispers, “deeper, more Ke, more”, you send him gulping with shock waves of delectation growing through his body.

“Harder, baby, please, I’m so close.”

“Harder, princess?” his is voice deep, groaning, pouring more of himself into you now, briskly. He opens his eyes to see you, your eyes still closed, flustered, taking in shallow, moany breaths. Every now and then, a gasp of complete pleasure and inclination leaves your rosy lips, as his hands explore each part of your body, pouring heaps of affection. Your skin is glowing, glimmering with sweat as he rocks you, his own face glistening under the twinkling pot lights of the restroom.

He’s burying himself gaping, deep, profound inside, fully, each time, you feel him twitch and throb immensely now, knowing he’s nearing completion. You silently admire his figure, each feature, thanking the universe for allowing him to be yours.

As he brings his finger down to toy with your clit, knowing it’d snap the last nerve, Keanu presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, speaking. “I want you to let go for me, sweetheart. Come all over my cock.”

His deep, intense voice is enough to help send you over the edge, paired delightfully with the feel of his thumb circling your clit, each vein in his hefty erection providing more and more pressure as you feel yourself clenching around his girthy cock, practically screaming into the skin of his chest. In an instant, you wail out a cry into his chest, trying to muffle the sound so patrons of the club wouldn’t hear, as your orgasm consumes you whole.

Without Keanu’s resilient arms holding your frame tight, you swore you would have collapsed. Your body falls dainty and flimsy, still panting in attempts to come down from your ethereal high. He pumps in and out of you still through your climax, as his own approaches.

“I’m…I’m gonna… fuck, I’m gonna cum, babe.” he whispers against your hair. You begin the feel yourself oversensitive, huffing and puffing as you lean your head back on the wall, watching his eyes roll back as his end is near.

Jerking his hips rapidly, he shudders with his cock twitching, his damp hair falls in his face as he releases. Within an instance, his cock is shooting his creamy, heavy load deep, deep inside you, resting as all his seed spills out into you. His head finds comfort, your breasts providing him a safe haven as you bring your hands to wrap around his head, massaging his scalp gently as he collects himself.

Chest rising and falling heavily, both your breaths struggling to return to normal pace, Keanu wraps his arms tighter around you now, his cock still buried inside you, as his head rests on top of yours, fingers stroking your hair comfortingly as you snap back into reality. Pulling your gaze up to stare at him, you both giggle once your eyes lock.

“You alright, love?” he inquires, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“Of course. Fuck, that was fun.” You chuckle quietly, resting your hands on his shoulders. He looks divine, so perfectly gorgeous, skin flushed a light shade of patchy pink, sweat beads glistening, peppering his pale skin. His gray muscle shirt has erupted darker patches of sweat now, the action you both had just endured much greater of a workout than anything you did outside.

Slowly, cautiously, Keanu pulls himself out of you, his cock dropping flaccid, hot and heavy against his thigh. You kiss him quick, before pulling your tights back up your legs. “But we need to get out of here, quick before anyone sees.”

He runs a shaky hand through his tangle of locks, catching his breath. With collection of a few spare paper towels, he wipes himself off, handing you a few to follow suit.

A chuckle bypasses his lips, as he gathers himself back into his sweats. You lick your lips watching him store away his length, baffled still, at the thought of that monstrosity of a cock attaining to fit inside you.

“Fuck, you never fail to make me weak. 3 squats in and you had me throbbing in my pants.” He helps you pull your bra back down over your breasts, tucking them perfectly back into the fabric. He finishes by placing a kiss to the valley of your chest, bringing your hand up to lace with his.

Soothing your hands over your outfit one last time, making sure everything was in place, you inquire.

“Do I look okay? Can you tell I just got fucked senseless in the bathroom by my boyfriend or…?”

Keanu lets out a louder than intended laugh, bringing your palm up to kiss. “You look perfect, sweetheart. Do I look…collected?” he asks in return.

You giggle, cupping his cheek. “Handsome as ever.”

The doorknob turns open with a creek, as you poke your head out, checking the coast. When all seems clear, you tug gently on Keanu’s hand, urging him to come out with you. Walking casually, you keep an eye out, hoping you weren’t in there for too long.

Much to your dismay, a gym employee catches glimpse of you both hand in hand, rushing out of the washroom, looks of flushed, rosy skin glistening as if you’d just endured an intense cardio session.

“Excuse me sir, why were you both in there together?” he questions, staring you down, as you both continue to trek towards the exit doors.

“My girlfriend needed help with her zipper.” Keanu replies unconcernedly, as you lead him to the end of the exit.

The gym keeper diverts his gaze in confusion, returning to organizing the equipment at hand,

before realizing, much to his shock,

That Y/N wore a simple outfit of tights and a sports bra,

With no zipper

in sight.

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A/N : okay maybe not my best piece, but I hope it was alright 🖤

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poppyknitt · 5 years

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Chase and Marvin: Things to love

Alright so i noticed there’s been some dark stuff going around about my two upmost favorites in the JCU (namely the demonizing of chase/stacy and the evil marvin shit) so...

I would like to write why I love them, but also, I want you all to chip in, too.

Let’s make this blow up with love and positivity, so our favorite boys can see and know that the poll and such mean nothing— We do love them. Unconditionally. curse the inability to underline text on tumblr >:^

So, if you reblog, add why you love them! No demonizing Stacy or Chase, because they’re both lovely people in a bad situation, and no demonizing Marvin either, because he’s a lovely boy and we need to show him we really do love him! Same for Chase. Who knows how our negativity is hurting them? I’d say a lot, cus if everyone said I or my loved one are bad or evil, I, too, would be really sad and feel left out or forgotton or something.

Anyways— On with the loving tea!

Chase and Marvin are absolutely my top favorite egos. Everything about them is absolutely wonderful. Hell, Jackie is even up there with them for me, but he’s definitely not a first-place winner. Chase and Marvin are.

“How are they your favorites? Aren’t they the egos you put through the worst of your angst in your stories?”

Well, yes. But they’re not my only favorite characters that I do that to. I’m naturally inclined to write angst and whump, and I just so happen to feel the most motivated to write and draw my favorite characters, which leads them to suffering more clearly than the other characters. But, you should also know that I rarely write something without considering the closest people to the main/focal characters, too. So, if you read a fic of mine where one is suffering, the other main characters of that story are, too, if I don’t plan for them to suffer later on, or if they haven’t already. Rarely do I ever write an angst story without a plan for all the supporting and/or main characters to suffer something, too. Sometimes it’s less than the character the fic is about. Sometimes it’s equal. And others, it’s more.

What I’m saying is that what I write, how I write it, and who it’s about doesn’t usually contribute to how much I like the character. Hell, a lot of the time, I wanna cry about what I’m writing because it’s so sad for me to see the characters in pain.

Anyways, my point in saying that is that the angst I write is, in a way, how I express how much I really love them. I write my happy, bubbly, bouncing sunshine boys into so much horrible stuff because I don’t want them to fall flat in my stories, I don’t want them to be static. I want them to be lovable, three-dimensional characters— and the easiest way to achieve that in stories is to throw challenges of all shapes and sizes at them.

Hell, arguably, I’ve put much more blood, sweat, and tears into my many Chase and Marvin interpretations than i have any other egos.

But, those interpretations aren’t who I’m here to idolize and show my love for. I’m here to let my favorite canon boys know just how much I care and love.

So, let’s start with Marvin.

Marvin was the first character who I really connected with and related to on an emotional level in a long, long time. Sure, there were other characters in the recent past that I loved, but those were affections I learned over the course of writing, drawing, and developing my interpretations of. Marvin is a different story.

Looking at him, both back in August last year, when I finally cared enough about the JSE fandom to look into the egos, and now, I realized (and still do!) just how much I connect with him. In his powerhour, he acted all happy and bubbly and humorous, but you could peek through the cracks and see there was more to him than just a bouncy, happy, bubbly sunshine boy. He showed signs of anxiety, and, from my memory, possibly even depression, albeit probably high-functioning. This was, and still is, something I resonated a lot with, so I became very, very attached to him very, very quickly. Quicker than I’ve ever become attached to a character I didn’t make myself, even.

So, because of the connection I have to him, as silly as it may be, Marvin is absolutely my favorite and most adored character that I’ve ever come across or worked on at least an interpretation of— which says a fuck ton because there’s a lot of characters like him who I love and adore, but none of them quite as much as I adore him.

And of course, this post wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t do Chase, too.

I love Chase almost as much as I love Marvin. Right off the bat, he was presented as a well-made, rounded character with many flaws and many things to love. His now-ex-wife Stacy was likely as wonderful a woman as he is a man. He didn’t deserve any of what happened to him in canon, nor does he deserve the pain we angst, gore, and whump writers put him through. Just like Marvin, he’s a happy, bouncy, bubbly sunshine boy, and even more like Marv, I love him for it, especially since it’s not his only character trait, just like it isn’t Marvin’s only trait. I love him, and strive to see him happy in the end, because he’s a wonderful man— a great father, a great vlogger, a great husband, and most important, a lovely character— who deserves nothing less than the best.

Same goes for Marvin.

I hate seeing how people try to cast these two wonderful boys in such a negative light, especially because we haven’t yet had confirmation that either are truly bad people deserving of being cast out. (Of course, me being as empathetic and arguably even naïve as I am, I don’t think anyone deserves to be cast out, shunned, or hated, but I especially feel that way for these two lovely, amazing boys.) They deserve to be loved, appreciated, and hugged (so long as they’re okay with that!), no matter what anyone else says.

So, now that I’m done with that, feel free to reblog this and add why you love them! (please try to keep the evil/demonized theories out please, i want to show these boys that we do see and love all the positives about them. I know, i’m a sentimental old fool in the body of a goofy idiot, but I really feel like the negativity going around the community about them lately is only going to hurt them more, and, well, you know what they say about labels— they become self-fulfilling prophecies, and honestly? I don’t want that to happen to my boys, damn it!)

(also don’t be afraid to tag other people in this too! the more the merrier!)

@antis-loyal-puppet @tiny-septic-puppet @phoenix-wint3r @chaoticcrimsonrose @ihaveanunhealthyteaaddiction @startschantingpma @sqxxddygremlin

(& also @senseless-septic-shambles & @skyewardlight since they wanted to pitch in)

thanks for coming to my TED talk, this has been ya bro RJ/Edgy, back at it again with a wild-ass gOTTA LOVE MY SONS YAKNOW???

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye egos #chase brody #marvin the magnificent #marvin the magician #let’s get these boys some hecking ***p! m! a!!!!!***#everyone send them love damn it!!!#D’:<#>:^#>:^ love them damn it #also please at least reblog #i dont mind if you dont add on i just want this to blow up so seán (and by effect chase n marv) can see it yknow?#thank you for coming to my TED talk #that’s all for now

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Hello ^^ So my hesdcanon request is about RFA reacting to MC who is overweight and hates her body so much that she even avoids looking at herself and sometimes pushes people away just to make sure they won't touch her because she feels gross about what she looks like. And sometimes she feels so bad about it that she refuses to eat anything. Thank you!

God this hits close home! I deeply hope you don’t feel like that because it’s an awful feeling and it takes so much work to make peace with yourself about it…I’m sending you a bunch of positive energy in case you feel like that and to any other person that might be reading this too.(Does that make sense in english? I hope it does…I’m not sure that expression has english equivalent)

by the way I wrote this from the point of view of an overweight MC in which she is actually on an unhealthy weight and not just chubby so sorry if I misinterpretated it… also a lot of these are really similar because I really think all RFA members would want their MC to feel good with themselves because they love you very much.

I’m quite nervous about this particular headcanon, to be honest I feel I didn’t represent how it really feels to be disgusted at your own body but I really hope you like it anyways and thanks for requesting! ^^

RFA with an overwieght MC that feels bad about her body

Yoosung

He is sosweet loving and caring! It is almost impossible to not feel good aboutyourself when your cute boyfriend is always showering you in affection.

Except youdo…. I mean, yes, love is good and he helps your self-esteem a lot but not eventhat can’t erase the deeply rooted self-deprecating thoughts that comeassociated with your weight.

Longopen-hearted talks. He always has time and patience to try to understand yourfeelings and does his best to help you feel better about yourself.

If you can’tstand looking at yourself in the mirror he’d cover every reflective surface inthe house so you don’t have to… he’d be a little disappointed that it doesn’thelp but he has good intentions!

If you tellhim you don’t feel comfortable with cuddles or any other form of affection he’dretreat from it till you feel better; he totally gets you may need some spacesome days and all he wants is doing the best for you.

He won’tlet you get away with no eating thought….or any other harmful way of losing weight.If he finds you skipping meals he’d convince you to eat even if he has to arguewith you for hours; which he hates.

He is okwith you dieting thought… actually he is the kind of guy to join you on it andgiving up junk food himself to avoid tempting you.

Not a fanof exercising but for you he’d try.

Let’s behonest, there is nothing this boy wouldn’t do for your wellbeing.

Zen

You knowthat part in Harry Potter when Mrs Weasley suggests that Fleur may want to callout the wedding since Bill got scared by a werewolf and Fleur answers “I am good-lookingenough for both of us”? Yeah, that’s Zen.

I mean, thefirst time he saw you he probably was a little taken aback. Mostly because heis used to be surrounded only by skinny and gorgeous women so as he chats withyou and starts falling for you his imagination supplies him with an imagethat’s not very accurate.

But afterthe initial shock he pulls himself together. You are still the amazing girl hemet on the chatroom, he loves you unconditionally and he wouldn’t want you tobe any different.

Also heoverdoes himself trying to make up for his initial reaction because he knowshow is like to be judged by his looks; he always complains about how peopleignore all his hard work and treat him as “just a pretty face” so he’d neverwant you to be treated like a “fat girl” no, you are his beloved princess andnothing else. Really, He’d pamper you so much!!

Afterrevealing your relationship to the world if anyone has anything to say about yourlooks he is ready to fight them, he doesn’t care if they are his fans, reportersor his colleagues…nobody messes with his girlfriend.

He’d nevereven think of asking you to lose weight but if you feel uncomfortable about itand you decide to do so he’d try to help.

He actuallywould be really excited if you wanted to jog with him. You’d probably have toask him not to upload all the photos he’d take… he can’t help it, he loves spendingtime with you.

When it comesto eating habits you both could benefit from a healthier diet (Sorry Zen, beeris not dinner) but it’s going to be alittle more difficult since neither of you are completely sure how to do it.

Jaehee

One of theperks of having a girlfriend is that she understands how you feel; you don’teven have to tell her…she just know.

She alwaystries to tell you how pretty you are and when you are feeling bad about yourbody she does her best to distract you from the subject or keeping you busy soyou don’t have time to feel insecure.

She isworried about your health thought but she doesn’t want to bring it up becauseyou might think she is urging you to lose weight and there is nothing worse foran overweight person than having the people they love to tell them they should loseweight like it was an easy task.

She’d probablytake a less direct approach, maybe not convincing you to lose weight but to dosome exercise… her own figure didn’t come from seating at an office 23 hours aday, that’s for sure. Maybe it’ll help you feel better about yourself too.

So shesuggests it would be fun to some activities together like trekking, judo, yoga,maybe even climbing. If it’s the two of you it is sure to be fun and less exhausting….Also you both need the exercise since the café while giving you a lot of workdoesn’t provide much physical activity.

If you dowant to lose weight because you think you’d feel better about yourself then she’dalso try to help with your diet; she’d do her research and plan healthy mealsalong with making sure you eat a the right times. She’d also like to develop alight sweet line both for the café and your personal enjoyment.

Jumin

He doesn’tcare about looks at all… if something he is a little relived that you don’tlook like all those women that are always throwing themselves to him.

But he doescare about your health. He can’t bear the idea of you developing some illnessbecause of your weight; so he convinces you to see his doctor for a checkup.The doctor of course says the same you already knew. You are pretty muchhealthy but your weight it’s a risk factor for the future. You’ve been toldthis already; the only reason to go through that was calming Jumin.

Afterwardsyou have an honest talk about it and he is pretty clear in his stance. He isworried about what may happen to you but he won’t force you to do any change toyourself or your lifestyle… if you want to lose weight he is there to help, ifyou don’t he is still completely and unconditionally in love with you

When itcomes to your insecurities it is a little more complicated. He just doesn’tunderstand it… You are literally the only women he had ever felt attracted to…you are the most gorgeous woman in this world… how is it even possible that youdon’t know that?

He hasnever been the type to compliment other people but you are the exception. Hemakes sure to always remind you how beautiful he thinks you are in hopes youstart seeing yourself in the same light.

In hisusual fashion he’d also get you clothes that compliment your figure and makeyou feel as beautiful as he sees you everyday.

Saeyoung

In allhonesty; He couldn’t care less for your looks. Sure, he knows you areoverweight (he probably checked your medical record when he did the backgroundcheck so he knows more even than you are willing to share with him) yet in hiseyes you are nothing but cute and beautiful and perfect.

It didn’teven cross his mind that you might be insecure about your aspect.

Unless nottill the fateful day in which he suggested to take a trip to the beach. He wasso excited since it would be the first time he and his brother would see thesea… but you don’t want to go.

Why? Youwon’t tell…and this is when this poor baby loses it.

His brainis permanently set in “it’s my fault” mode so he figures out he did somethingto upset you but he can’t pinpoint what.

He has 2missions now, discovering what he did wrong and make up to you for that.

He ordersyour favorite food for dinner but you excuse yourself saying you are nothungry.

He triescuddling but you refuse his touch

He finallyresorts to be direct “MC, I’m not sure what did I do wrong but I’m really sorryfor upsetting you”

You shylyexplain him how you feel and he makes it his ultimate goal to make you feelgood with yourself.

You can nolonger refuse his affection because knowing the reason you are pushing him awayonly makes him want to hold you even tighter.

Same asYoosung he is infinitely caring and supportive of whatever decision you takeregarding your body as long as you do it in a healthy way. Your wellbeing (bothphysical and psychological) is his upmost priority and he’d do anything in hishands to keep you happy and well.

Jihyun

You bothwork through your insecurities together.

During hisroute he mentions he is not very comfortable with his body either so he knowshow you feel and sincerely wishes you shouldn’t have to go through it but healso knows he can’t just take the weight off your shoulders… this is somethingyou need to do for yourself.

Does thismean that you are alone in this? Of course not! You have the most patientcaring and supportive boyfriend in this world… you wouldn’t be alone at it evenif you wanted.

He isn’tgood with words but the days you feel disgusted at yourself he’d listen as youexpress your emotions and then he’d hug you reassuringly.

As cheesyas it sounds he most definitely paints you a portrait in which you can seeyourself from his perspective; because even if you dislike yourself, for himyou are absolutely perfect.

When hefinds it is not just about self-image but health he starts encouraging you toseek professional help to lose weight, He knows that if you don’t want to do itthere is nothing he can do but he can’t just stay quiet knowing it may end upcausing you harm.

This won’tstop him in trying to get you feel good with your body thought; you helped himso much to live himself and he is more than ready to do the same for you.

Saeran

He justdoesn’t get it… why would you feel bad about your body? You are absolutelyperfect just the way you are

The onlything about your weight that actually bothers him is when you refuse to eat.

After awhole life being denied if food he puts a great value in every meal… thereforewhen you tell him you don’t want to have lunch that day? He is utterly worried…You try to calm him telling that there are some days in which you feel fat anddisgusted with yourself… well, it is worst… he doesn’t want to hear anythingabout it being only temporal and that you’ll be fine next day… he wants you tobe fine always.

Also, hehas been apart from the rest of society for most of his life so he doesn’tunderstand why would you like to be skinny… he hates being like that… the factthat you aren’t means you hadn’t experience the abuse and hunger he did… itshould be something good. It takes him a while to grasp the concept that skinnyand beautiful are often used as synonyms.

He stillcan’t accept it thought… he has never seen someone as beautiful as you and heis not changing his mind.

When youdon’t want to eat he’d try to negotiate with you “Just eat a little bit MC, Iswear its healthy food”

He is allabout letting you take your own decisions so as long as you don’t hurt yourselfhe’d be hella supportive of what you decide to do about your weight.

If youdon’t want to lose weight he’d pamper you to no end so you don’t feel bad aboutyourself

If you wantto then he’ll help in any way he can: He’d cook tasty low-carb meals for you,he’d exercise with you and if you feel like giving up he’d encourage you “Comeon MC! I know you can do this!”

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foreverwaitingforsomeday · 6 years

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I don't know how to sit here and say these words to you knowing that it might be the last time that I ever get to talk to you. I've always been the type of person that took other people's feelings for granted and was never able to feel things. I think thats why i have been holding on to you for so long despite our issues. I truly do love you as a person. I think you are the most beautiful, smart, intelligent and intricate person ive ever met. I always cherish the time we have together. Letting you go it something that i never wanted to have to do/ never saw for our future. Just know that with whatever happens, i promise to always love you and be here for you through anything you need be to be there for. I am looking past my own pride to be able to express to you how much i care about you. You have no idea how much shit you have helped me through, how happy you have made me, and how great of a girlfriend you have been. I know i am constantly bringing you down and i am beyond sorry for that. I want you to know that you are the only girl that has ever meant something to me. The only one i want to wake up with every morning and share my life with. I will forever be mad at myself for the previous ways i have treated you when i’m drunk or upset. Just know that regardless of whether we break up or not you’ll always be in my heart and on my mind. The thought of not holding your hand, cuddling, laying face to face giving soft kisses and smiling into each others mouths makes me feel sick. Knowing someone else out there could make you happier burns a hole in my chest. I wish you could keep fighting for us because i know that we are absolutely amazing together and that this would all be a waste for us to break up during a difficult period. I just want a girl who is happy to see me in the morning when she wakes up, and is excited to be with me. I want sooo badly for that person to be you. I will always respect you with the upmost regard.

I need you to talk to Daniel. I was talking to him earlier. I do not want to hear anything you tell him and he promised not to tell me if you guys even end up meeting to talk or not. I care about you and your mental health more than i care about my own self. You do whats best for you. I have don’t nothing but love you and try my best to be the best girlfriend. Im sorry if that wasn’t enough, or if i wasn’t enough. If you leave me, i wish you nothing but love and happiness, yet i also hope you think of me from time to time and miss what we had and what we have lost. I do hope you regret it, although i really do want you to be so happy.

You’re my love, and my bestfriend. I just wish you werent so willing to throw away something so rare and beautiful. The world doesnt just release these opportunities often. We cant take them for granted. You have changed my life for the better and changed me as a person. You changed how i view people and see the world. Youve helped me through my darkest of days and allowed me to explore realms of myself that i didnt even know existed.

Ill never forget our summer drives after coming home after a long day of adventure with you, hand in hand thinking “wow, this is perfect. She really is id the girl of my dreams” while jamming to country music. I was always all over you while you were driving, i could never get enough of you. I never wanted those moments to end. I wanted to keep them forever. I wanted to keep you forever. I tried so hard for a year to get you to be my girlfriend. I was patient, i waited for you despite what it did to me.

I have never been open to you about struggles with my mental health. You have only seen the strong side of me. The side who isn’t fucked up from her family and past. Like you are currently struggling now, last year i tried so desperately hard to hide from you how affected my mental health was from you rejecting me over and over. I would play it down, but it really fucked me up. I was depressed for a really long time. I would go to bed crying all of the time, and wake up feeling shitty as could be. I have thought extremely dark things, yet put on a brave face for you every time i saw you. In the end, my struggles paid off because i got the most amazing girl in the world to be my girlfriend. I would do it all over again if it meant ending up with you. I will always put you before myself.

All i need is for someone to care more, show me more affection, love me. Someone who isnt afraid to publically love me because of my gender. Someone who isnt embarassed to be mine. And i really really wish it could be you. If not now then in months...even years from now. We have grown together, we have fallen apart together. We have experienced a tremendous amount of both happiness and pain together. You are my world, my everything and I am forever grateful for you. I just dont know what else to say.

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