#🪴saw you in a dream

[atrirose]

⠀⠀⠀ ONLY FOR YOU ε🪴⁺ you making them flustered

synopsis : things you do that makes them flustered

ft . bf ! enha x f ! r cw. kissing, skinship .. sfw, fluff ✶ wc. 1k ◜ ◝ seiu : hope you enjoy ^^ its the enha pov of my pervious post that ik i did long back but its alright.

HEESEUNG

his hearts melt when you reassure him, tell him you are proud of him or compliment him, he is a sucker for it, could be any moment and he would just turn into a puddle for it.

he looked at you in disbelief as you emptied his portion of cake that he baked “yn, that was mine you already had yours” he pout, on the verge of tears “baby you baked so good it was so yummy i couldn’t control myself sorry but you are such a great cook” if he had a tail it would have been wagging right now “you think so? oh my okay you know what i will make more for you, im glad you liked it” he rubbed his cheeks on yours , while you celebrated escaping that.

“i’m proud of you hee” you plop yourself next to him as he put his head down on your lap “you did great out there” after a long day work these words are his favorite to hear, it makes it all worth it. he looks at you big eyed

“you make everything fade into the background”

JAY

pda and sweet or flirty messages always gets him smiling, though jay likes to keep it nonchalant and cool on the exterior but if you hold his hand or kiss his cheek in the public his ears will turn read despite his best efforts to stay cool “we are in public my love” he whispers “so what” you smile.

also giggles when you text him, tries his best to not show or answer your text in a fraction of a second and focus on his work but he fails miserably everytime “today was so tiring, i want to stay home with you always” collapses on you, hugging you tight “and you are a meanie too, teasing me like that” you giggled at his whiny voice “you can always come home jay”

“i could spend a lifetime just watching you.”

JAKE

being centre of attention by you, he loves attention but from you only, it makes him giddy “then this step was a little difficult but i worked hard on it, so i guess im good now, maybe?” you were doing your work but jake bust in to show his new dance to you so of course you had to give up everything and watch him “it’s really clean jake you did a great job” you got up from the sofa and pecked his cheek.

his whole face got red, not like you haven’t kissed his cheek before but nothing gets him like you sweet compliments and your dreamy eyes giving him 100 percent of your attention, even if he is trying to pull something stupid.

“i must be dreaming because there's no way you're real.”

SUNGHOON

wearing clothes he picked out, sunghoon takes pride in knowing his girl better than anyone, no surprise he picks up on your dislikes and likes, he tries his best to style something that makes you feel like the most beautiful “i was out yesterday and i thought this white dress would look great on but then i saw this necklace and then i thought its the prefect match so here” he smiles,“thank you so much i love these kind of dresses you know me so well” you hug him, inner him is jumping and rolling.

“i’m ready hoon let’s go” he turns back to see you wearing the dress he bought you “oh my goodness, how can you look so beautiful effortlessly” you giggle at his compliments, he is a gone case, a loser if you may, for you. totally smitten and starstruck.

“how am I supposed to look at anything else after seeing you like this?”

SUNOO

loves handmade gift, it gets his heart racing, he feels the most special when you sit to crochet after learning it online, even though the heart bag looks more like a square he would accept it lovingly, in fact he is the most happiest you would ever see him, he would be seen with that bag at every given moment “i love it no please” he said as you tried to take back the bag “but it’s embarrassing sunoo” , he is the type to have all your handmade cards and notes stacked in a box, polaroids of you and him, all your favorite memories to look back to.

“anything you make for me is never embarrassing, i will treasure everything with my whole heart”

JUNGWON

making direct eye contact or looking at him heart eyes when he is talking, nothing gets him all blushing mess, ears red, hiding his face like you do, you always look at him lovingly, humming and nodding, listening carefully. randomly touching his cheeks or tucking his hair behind his ears, gracing his ears “go on hun”

“no” he said burying his head in his hands, all flustered and red “why not” you giggled “because you are teasing me” he huffed glaring at you “stop playing yn”

“sorry won you just look so beautiful when you talk” you bite his cheeks “ow meanie” — “what were you going to say”

“you are so stunning i forgot what i was going to say”

RIKI

pulling him by his tie to kiss him , him being tall is extra fun when he can tease you when you try to kiss him “riki please” you tip toe to reach his lips only for him to smirk and not help you “please what yn?” you pout at his smug face boasting his height “bend down” you pulled on his tie which caught him off guard, your lips smacked on his.

his hands snaked around your waist to pull you closer him, your body flushed with his, your hands still gripping his tie “you can really make anything possible huh?” he giggled , cheeks red “you can let my tie go now” he tired to free his tie trying to hide the fact his heart is beating so fast “now you get how it feels to me teased” his hands still on your waist, he kissed your cheeks.

“how did i get so luck to be with someone like you”

[r0-boat]

Hello! I hope ur well. I’m abit new to Tumblr and stumbled across ur blog because the Submas content :3.

If you still do requests rn, and something ur comfy with, could I ask for Self Aware AU Ingo discovering his newfound consciousness interacting with reader who play Pokémon Masters? Maybe the reader struggles with self-esteem/depression and Ingo comforts them completely by surprise after a rough day? (Sorry it’s a mouthful to read lol, I appreciate ya!)

-🪴 anon

😭 ingo just wanting to comfort you.

Self aware Ingo x depressed!reader

Hi, just a little reminder before we get started here: if you're ever feeling thoughts of self-esteem or issues with depression, please know that you are loved, and you are beautiful on the inside and out! Make sure you eat a snack and drink some water while reading this.

If this ever made your day even a little bit better, then I did my job, and thank you for reading!

He didn't know when or how he gained consciousness. All he remembered was the first thing he saw when he "woke up" familiar faces in a usual place, the calm music that the Pokemon Center plays every night. Pokemon was standing right next to him, but as his eyes looked forward into what he perceived was a giant portal created by Palkia and Dialga themselves. And a smiling face looking down upon the world he inhabited.

He had thought you were one of Arceus's angels, and this was about a dream, but soon, he had realized that only half was the case.

It all seemed to click who you were. You are not some dead fish-eyed child with a robotic Pikachu like what this world had portrayed you as no far from; instead of that kid with the permanent smile, you always seem to have a tired look on your face with either a small half-smile or a Blank Stare. But to Ingo, he always preferred to you behind the screen. Even when you were no longer watching the world, he could still hear your faint voice going about your day. You seemed more lively and more human than the blank slated avatar they gave you. How could he not be drawn to you even though you seem so sad? Your eyes and your being just seem so full of life that he felt an urge to protect and care for you.

Even though the fake Island had tons of people and, he felt more alone than he ever did, especially when he realized he was the only one different from the rest. He can't help but respond to every little question or reaction in his head, afraid of what you might do if he ever breaks away from the game's script.

But on a particular day that was a rough one for you mentally and physically, when Ingo saw you opening up the app instead of that same expression, your eyes were red from crying. No, you were still crying. His heart sank. If he could, if he could touch you, he would hold you close and Whisper nothing but good things in your ear until you calm down, but he can't do that. He couldn't do anything!! He felt sick with worry as he watched you cry, your lip quivering as you vent to yourself, saying the most horrible things about yourself !! And for a moment, he threw away his worries of the consequences.

" Are you okay?"

A simple three-letter sentence that made you freeze; your heart's practically stopped as you didn't know that you were being watched. It took you a while for your brain to process who the voice was coming from, looking down at your phone to see your favorite character stare back. Huh... Odd you didn't know he had that line before.... and not only that, you didn't remember clicking on him. Usually, characters say their lines after you click on them, yet you don't even touch them. As you were Gathering your thoughts, Ingo spoke again.

" I truly wish I could wipe away those tears, I regretfully can't do much but if it helps tell me about your day and I'll listen."

Ingo speaks again... no text box appears; nothing; he just talked to you, mentioning your crying. In that first moment, you didn't know how you felt. Your favorite character coming to life and talking to you was almost a dream come true, but the thought just seemed so impossible and unrealistic that you doubted the fact that you were awake. And your feelings are already all over the place, having no one to turn to, no one to comfort you, craving that comfort, your heart exploded. You can't stop the tears rolling down your face, even if is just a dream; what a beautiful dream it is.

"I-i don't know." You stuttered you were far too gone to even articulate what you are feeling all your emotions swelling for the past month or two bubbling up into a mess of emotion. You want us to tell him tell him that your day was crap tell him how crappy you looked right now tell him that he can't believe he saw you like this that your first meeting with your favorite character your favorite person in the world was like this red in the face tears falling from your red and puffy eyes.

But Ingo did not seem fazed; he was not disgusted, he was not angry at you. He understood if he was there if he wasn't trapped behind the screen, he would have wished you in his arms and laid his lips on your forehead. He knew how you felt; he listened to your angry ramblings about yourself; he listened to the times people had treated you like you were less than human or misused your kindness, manipulated and used you for their own gain. He wanted to hold you close, make you something you like, and tell you that the word you know about yourself is not true; he wanted to tell you how much you mean to him and how nice and loving you are, how kind and thoughtful and how gorgeous you were. Those people who mistreated you are not good people, and you deserve to be respected, you deserve happiness, and you deserve to be loved.

You deserve to be told that you're beautiful every day, to be made breakfast in bed and kissed at every waking moment. Because that's what he would do for you; that's what his heart ached for him to do.

But he did what he could do which was listen to your broken sobs as you pour your heart out.

" It sounds like you had quite a day... I wish I could do more than just listen and speak to you, but what I can do is tell you what the things you say about yourself is not true... and I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. Could you stay with me for a while? I wish to talk to you, and we start from the beginning, shall we? Now, my dear, please tell me what's bothering you and wipe away those tears. Pretend that it's my fingers swiping across your eyes."

His voice, usually loud and booming, was surprisingly soft, warm, and welcoming. From his calming voice to your Outburst earlier, you felt your heart slow down and your tears dry as you wipe them from your face; those steel gray eyes light up for a moment when he sees just a piece of a smile flicker on your lips.

" there's that smile~"

[gojocumdumpster]

What’s it’s like being Hanayama assistant

(I might make this into a story depending how much notes it gets but either way i still might do it and I didn’t make volleyball tryouts so i’m a bit down but i’m just gonna try out for soccer since that’s what i grew up playing anyways)

Afab reader

Warnings: none?

Type of story:🎂

(This my man’s yall)

The application: You had saw this tiktok about a famous company that everyone dreamed of getting into but it was very hard to get in. “Are people really going crazy over this?” You said snickering reading the comments from the tiktok, of course curiosity hit you and you just had to apply. You looked at how much you were going to get paid cause you need that cash💰. Your jaws dropped as you saw “1k+ an hour.” If you got the job this would’ve been you right now here. You submitted the form and waited the next day for the results, you woke up the next day grumbling from the sun hitting your eyes…You blinked a couple of times and then you remembered about the results! You quickly opened your laptop and checked your email and it said, “Congratulations, you’ve passed please come for your first interview at 9:30AM.”

The interview: It was the next day and you were nervous, you were making up scenarios that could happen good and bad ones. You decide to wear a pencil skirt like this: here with a choice of your shirt, you put on your heels, did your hair and makeup and grabbed your purse. You made your to the company, it was tall and huge pause it was black with big bold letters that said “Hanayama Company” (shit idk😭) in bright gold. There was also a underground parking garage on the side of the building so you pulled into the underground parking garage and found a parking spot while you were looking for a spot there was all kinds of luxurious and sports cars. Men with suit and ties and Women with dresses, suits, (whatever there called) and pencil skirts.

“Deep breaths Y/n..” you said repeatedly, there was an elevator or stairs you could take so you decided to take the elevator there was a 20th floor they didn’t tell you what floor so you clicked the 20th button. !Ding! The elevator stopped and opened when it opened you saw glass rooms with multiple dividers each one had computers stacked up with papers. It was a hallway filled with those glass rooms and just regular rooms. On the side we’re coffee machines and donuts and plants 🪴 in the corners. There were name plates for each room, you walked down a bit further until you saw a golden name plate that said “CEO Hanayama” You hugged your purse as you took a deep breath you raised your hand getting ready to knock. “Come in.” Your opened yours eyes wide as you quickly open the door. You closed the door behind you as you saw a a black room with dimmed lights a black shelf and behind him was windows showing the big city 🌆, and then him. He had a suit that showed all his muscles he was sitting a desk looking at his laptop.

He looked up from the screen and closed his laptop. He got up clearing his throat he was a giant, he walked over to you looking at you. Once he was close to you he looked down at your figure since it was tinier than his. You had to look up a bit he pulled his hands out of his pockets ready to shake your hand. You shook hands “Hello! I’m Y/n L/n it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You said smiling. “It’s nice to meet you too Ms. L/n.” he said with his deep voice. “We should start now.” He said looking at the desk. You nodded your head, he placed his hand on your back guiding you to the chair. He slowly removed his hand from your back and sat down. He cleared his throat, and started asking questions. You had made the job! He explained everything to you so you won’t have to worry as much, he walked you out of his office with his hand on you but instead his hand was on your hip gripping the thickness of it. You guys said your goodbyes and you left he watched you leave your hips swaying left to right butt jiggling every time.

[sillyname30]

shinkim0817: 🪴 Maybe Happy Ending..🤖💝 (Oct. 27th, 2024) Seeing my dream show on Broadway was so magical. The first time I saw Maybe Happy Ending in South Korea, I immediately thought Oliver is me!!! I need to play him one day 🥺. His care and love for his own collections, listening to music, cleaning his room.. his personality clicks with me very well. I still can’t believe it’s on Broadway now. As I entered the theatre, the first thing I saw was “Maybe Happy Ending” sign in Korean next to the English Title on stage; 어쩌면 해피엔딩. Throughout the show, lots of Korean words and phrases were used on stage. As Oliver started singing the first number “World within My Room” got me tear up right away. The staging and set designs were very creative, original, and outstanding! Thank you so much for creating and having it on Broadway. This is the representation, I NEEDED. It made me very proud 🇰🇷. @hue_park , Will Aronson. Thank You. 좋은작품 정말 감사합니다🥰 ——————————————- This show feels dramatically different each time I see it. This is one of the shows that truly encourage me to reflect on myself. There must be an ending if there is a start… I know it can be so painful to say goodbye sometimes. What’s considered Happy Ending…? Are just pretending? Does Happy Ending truly exist? …

[v-anrouge]

Saw you wanted Vil and Rook rambles! So!

Vil honestly probably gets a suburban home vs a mansion. He takes great care of his home, and doesn’t really like having others do work he can do for himself. So yes, he scrubs toilets! Everyone acts shocked, but he just wonders how disgusting their home toilets are if they’ve never cleaned them. He does have a chef and gardener, but he honestly enjoys cleaning, and cooking. It’s meditative for him. He only has the chef come over once a month to make some premade foods for days he just can’t cook. Ada gets her own room, which quickly becomes a spare bedroom when she refuses to sleep without Vil. Vil does want a big bathroom, spa style! He’s got a jet tub, huge walk in shower, marble sinks, his bathroom is his pride and joy. He has a joint kitchen/living room, really he just has the couch pushed against the island and the tv across from the kitchen area. He prefers to be able to refill his water easily when watching shows. He has a small widowsill garden 🪴and Rook has named every plant and wants to know when eachone grows a new leaf.

Rook owns many properties that he rents out, but he views his home base as a cabin in the woods, it’s a dry cabin, so once a week he makes the trip into town to get water, and while Vil finds it gross he washes in the nearby stream usually, Rook enjoys it. Rook doesn’t have much in his cabin, lots of books, an old fridge, and a wood stove. It’s honestly just three rooms, living/kitchen, bedroom and bathroom, which is more of an outhouse. Vil refuses to stay there for longer than a day or two, partly cause he has to share the bed with Rook and Rook cuddles in his sleep so when Vil wakes up for the bathroom, he can’t move. Rook’s favorite chore is foraging, takes the triplets out, and they have a blast hunting up mushrooms, berries, and he’s even found a small patch of wood potatoes! He does have his own garden too though, mostly carrots, potatoes and beets.

They both LOVE going over to Epel’s yearly for the harvest festival! Epel has obviously inherited his farm, and grandma has slowed down but still kicking. Vil and Rook both adore Grandma! Vil tends to stay behind in the kitchen with Grandma, cleaning up the house while Epel and Rook do chores. Epel has a BIG house, six bedrooms that he has on hold for when he finds someone and starts a family. He does plan on letting Vil and Rook help set up nurseries, but his partner gets final say. Except on the theme, it’s gotta be nature. Preferably apples. Yes, his house is full of apples paraphernalia, probably names his dogs after apples.

THEZE ARE SO CUTE😭😭😭 PLEASE RAGH I LOVE UR RAMBLES SO SO MUCH im sobbing please rook being rich as shit and having the smallest crunchiest house in the middle of nowhere so he can live out his cottagecore girl dreams 😭😭

also please rook asking for leaf updates💀

[veone]

🪴15 questions for 15 mutuals

I was tagged by: @imageingrunge @kazuaru @fukkiemon@wldestluv-rs@7intendo@paupelou 😌 zank ya

are you named after anyone?-yes! little baby david in the bible before he became king David. I was a premi baby if i wasn't i would've been named after my dad.

when was the last time you cried?-hmm a couple of weeks ago, i was going through it.

do you have kids?- i am the oldest of four.

do you use sarcasm a lot?- nah

what sports do you play/have you played?-I use to run but for work.

what's the first thing you notice about other people? hair!

eye color?-dark brown

scary movies or happy endings? what? happy endings i love horror movies though but with happy endings

any special talents? i know CPR! and how to take xrays! i be you can't do that!

where were you born?-the middle of the united states.

what are your hobbies?-...drawing, storytelling, reading, hiking!

do you have any pets?- no

how tall are you?-5'7

fave subject in school?-math, it's straight forwards!

dream job?-😌mri tech I want that cushy desk job in my old age

I'll tag!: hmm everyone! I think I saw all my mutuals do this.

[loveconsumerist]

Heavy on the dreaming and receiving everything I want.

“A person in motion stays in motion.” Recently, I was going through some of my old lists of goals from 2017-2021. It brought me to tears. First, I visually saw how I persevered through my career and personal goals. Continuing to get up, and get it done, even during my lowest most horrific moments. Second, I actually forgot about some of the lists and was so overjoyed with happiness.

Keeping my lists of goals was such a unintentional yet beautiful thing I could have ever done for myself! I’m going to continue doing this to reflect on in the future 🤍🫶🪴🥂

Please keep going because your future self will literally thank you later for it! I swear!

[psychics4unet]

hello! i saw your post about free reading.. so i’m up for it. my initial is MT and currently i’m so lost & drowning with much anxiety energy because everyone around me has already have a job. and i dont feel like i belong anywhere i applied to. no one really came to me after the interviews too. so i wanna ask, will i get a job this month & do i have the opportunity to work at s (my dream ent. agency company..) thankyou so much 🥹

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Hello, MT! 😇✨ The angels feel the weight of your anxiety and want you to know they’re supporting you during this time 🌌💖. They understand how hard it is to see others moving forward when you feel stuck, but they're guiding you to be patient with yourself. They sense that the right opportunity may take a bit more time than expected, but they're encouraging you not to give up! 🌱💫

The energy around getting a job this month feels possible but might not be immediate or from the places you expect 💼🌟. Sometimes, even small stepping-stone opportunities can lead to something greater. Keep an open mind, as you may find a door opening that takes you closer to where you want to be in unexpected ways 🪴🌠.

As for S, the angels sense your excitement and passion for this path! They encourage you to stay connected with that enthusiasm, as it’s truly powerful. While the timing might be uncertain, they advise you to continue putting out applications and considering ways to develop your skills even in smaller roles for now. They believe that with persistence and a little faith, you may get closer to your dream agency than you think 🕊️💖.

Trust that your journey is unique and unfolding in ways that are leading to fulfillment, even if it feels slow 🌈🌻.

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[thedevineflueruniverse]

I’ve been saying “Stop trying to fit into spaces you’ve outgrown.”

But this is much more fitting considering you will know you’ve outgrown a place once you keep having to be the one resolve conflict you never created.

I had a friend who would make me feel bad for exploring new opportunities. I can and will have whatever I want in my lifetime, and I will stop at nothing to get it. Instead of admiring my work ethic and self discipline she would talk badly about people pursuing their dreams and call me out for “doing the most.”. Yes doing the most to get the most. We are no longer friends. Now I have friends who are just as ambitious as me and not afraid to pursue their own dreams.

I saw a bigger picture from a clearer perspective. I’ve made it happen for myself. To this day I am doing very well! Just got an amazing opportunity to do a big sponsorship this week! Trust yourself and cut the people off who are small in the face of your big dreams. 🕊🪴✨

So true

[tonybconscious]

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[poursomesunaonme]

chapter one

pairing: jean kirschtein x f!reader

summary: with your children at his mother’s, jean has a special night planned for your anniversary. as much as you wanted for the ballet and events thereafter to be perfect, you notice something sinister lurking in jean’s mind - something you thought to be long gone.

content/warnings: minors dni, accidental minor injury, alcohol consumption (but good by the time to consent), oral (m and f receiving), cum eating, edging (f receiving), angst: self confidence, bodily insecurities (f perspective), praise, body worship, lactation kink, use of daddy/mommy, breeding kink, creampie

word count: 10k

author’s note: thank y’all so much for your continued support! this really is one of my favorite things i’ve written and i’m so grateful to be able to sharing it with you lovely people. as always, likes, reblogs, and comments are greatly appreciated:)

songs for the chapter: “alone with you” by the brummies, “while we’re young” by jhené aiko, “the best part” by daniel caesar and h.e.r.

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A high pitched wail jolted you from your slumber. The chilly morning air cut like daggers into the surface of your eyes as they flew open before you immediately squeezed them shut again. They still ached from sleep, not willing to see anything just yet. However, without hesitation, and with your eyes closed, you began to roll out of bed to retrieve your child. Jean’s arm snaked around you, nearly knocking the wind out of you as it anchored you in place.

You grumbled, trying to push him off. You were fueled by the baby’s piercing screams, needing her to be soothed before she woke up the whole neighborhood. After a few more moments of weary struggling against his corded arm, he pulled you in closer to him. The heat of his bare chest instantly soothed your irritation; it was comical, like a child halting their crying the moment they get a piece of candy.

“Let me get her, dove,” he whispered, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear, before giving you a kiss on your temple. He sat up, beginning to move away from you. The loss of his heat on your skin made you shiver, causing you to nestle yourself further beneath the plush comforter. You rolled over, attempting to do the same thing he had previously done to you, but he was too quick for your desperation. Your fingers skimmed over the skin of his back as he pulled away.

As your eyes creaked open and adjusted to the darkness, you watched your husband with a yawn. He winced as his feet hit the cold floor, missing the slippers that usually waited for him in the morning; they were probably discarded somewhere else in the house. You smiled softly, slowly beginning to rise from the warm mattress. You had instantly recognized the baby’s cries as hungry ones, so you lazily began to get ready for her.

The robotic motion of trudging across the icy bedroom floor to retrieve his crying baby was like clockwork now for Jean. He never let you get up in the morning to get her, no matter how many times you tried. He would hold you down and give you a kiss, murmuring against your forehead to urge you to rest. The little sacrifices that he made for you had you tumbling headfirst in love all over again - not to mention the way he would whisper the sweetest of words to your daughter as he cradled her to his chest. You let out another yawn as Jean strided to the bassinet while the baby’s screams rose into a fever pitch.

He clicked his teeth as he bent over, shushing softly as his arms reached down to pick her up. His muscles rippled in the moonlight, pulling taut with the stretch of his extremities. You couldn’t help your heart pattering at the sight of your husband gently cradling your squirming baby against his bare chest.

You could see it vividly in the dim light that filtered into the blinds; how flushed her cheeks were, how her entire face was scrunched up with the exertion of her cries. However, once Jean began to pad back to the bed with her comfortably snuggled against his chest, her cries ebbed at his warmth. You freed your breasts to feed her, the cool air causing your nipples to peak into rigid perks.

“Shh, shh, Sash,” he whispered, softly rubbing her back before humming a deep melody that rumbled through your chest. He gently bounced her up and down, knowing that she only wanted to be fed. By the same token, all he wanted was to lay down and fall asleep again; it was pulling him in slowly, reeling him in like a fish on a line as he approached your bed.

Her crying had fully roused you from your sleep, your maternal instincts beginning to rule over your body. You sat up with your arms outstretched, ready to accept both your husband and your baby into your glowing affection that seeped into the fabric around you. Jean wore a gentle smile on his face, heart tender at the sight of his wife and his newborn. Settling in next to you, you watched as Jean pressed a kiss to your sniffling baby’s head. Of course, he didn’t forget to kiss his wife either; he planted a sweet smooch on your forehead, the warmth blossoming on your skin.

“Good morning, beautiful.” His raspy morning voice reverberated through your chest. The richness of it made your heart race. It nearly made you giggle, how even after 5 years of being married to him, you still couldn’t get used to how his voice sounded so sexy in the morning. A heated sprinkled across your cheeks as he passed you your baby.

The handoff was smooth; the two of you had it down pat with the last three years of practice. Once she was cradled to your chest, Jean pressed into you, his arm deftly draping itself around your shoulders. Your husband didn’t hesitate to shower your neck and cheeks with kisses.

“G’morning,” you murmured, his breath ghosting over your cold skin. You leaned into his buttery mouth before the baby started screaming again, hungry and impatient. A sigh escaped your lips as you broke the contact. You situated yourself upwards, adjusting Sasha’s body accordingly. With a sigh, you placed your breast in her mouth. She latched on easily, heaving breaths escaping every once in a while as she had her breakfast.

“There you go, Sasha,” you murmured, closing your eyes. Sleep was still clouding your head like cotton; you relied solely on your motherly instincts to maneuver your body to provide for your daughter. Jean’s arms wrapped around you; you sunk into his warm chest, relishing in the kisses he sleepily planted on your bare shoulders. Your body ached to go back to sleep, to bask in just a few more minutes of rest. The prospect seemed doable, given that all you would have to do was wait for Sasha to finish nursing and then change her and put her back to sleep. Easy peasy.

“What time is it, love?” you mumbled, not wanting to open your eyes. It was still dark outside, so you didn’t want to see it for yourself. Sasha still hadn’t started sleeping through the night yet, so it was safe to say that you were absolutely exhausted. Her feathery breaths brushed across the skin of your chest as she ate.

Jean’s long hair brushed your cheek as he turned to check the clock. A sigh escaped his lips as he saw, then lazily nuzzled his face into your shoulder. His eyelashes brushed against your skin, sending a shiver creeping down your spine.

“3:30” was his answer. Suddenly you felt infinitely more tired, sinking deeper into the mattress.

“Oh, god,” you groaned, adjusting Sasha on your chest so that you could get more comfortable. “I hope that she stays asleep after this.” A chill spread across your body out of the blue, so you huddled against your husband for warmth.

Jean noticed your shaking and pulled the covers up over your legs, his lips pressed snugly into the crook of your neck and shoulder. Once you were tucked in, he wrapped an arm over your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Mmm, we can sleep in a little more,” he grumbled. After a few more moments of silence, your ears perked up at the sound of your bedroom door creaking open softly. You blinked the leftover sleep from your eyes, seeing that it was your son that had entered the room.

“What are you doing up, Marco?” Jean asked, his voice rumbling against your neck. Neither of you moved a muscle, bodies leadened with an immeasurable amount of exhaustion.

“I woke up when Sissy started crying,” he yawned, rubbing his eyes. He clutched his favorite teddy bear in his arm as he padded over to your bed. “Can I come lay with you?”

“Of course, baby,” you cooed. Jean kept his face against your shoulder, but scooted the rest of his body away from you to allow Marco to crawl in between his parents. His little form fit perfectly in the space, wiggling around to get comfortable before Jean pulled the covers over him.

You burped Sasha before switching sides, the silence peaceful between the four of you. Jean had begun to doze off again, with his head propped up watching you gently stroke the soft hairs on your baby’s head. Marco had already fallen fast asleep, his head nuzzled into your side.

With your eyes closed, you let your heart warm at the sight you and your family were, all together in the wee hours of the morning, snuggled up cozily with one another. You wanted to hold onto the moment forever, to keep it grasped within your fists before your children shot up like sunflowers around you. It seemed like just yesterday, you were in this same position with Marco, up at the crack of dawn, with Jean laying awake with you.

After a few more minutes of feeding Sasha, her eating slowed. You burped her, changed her, and with a tender kiss, laid her back down in her bassinet. The dim light of approaching dawn began to filter in through the windows as you sighed, gently sliding back into bed so as to not wake your beloved boys.

Marco didn’t stir, gently snoring, but Jean’s eyes blearily cracked open. He smiled as he saw you tugging the covers back over yourself, turning onto your side to trace Marco’s face with the tip of your finger. Your husband scooched down closer to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before his own settled against the warm skin. Together, you laid there for a moment, gazing down at your blissfully sleeping son.

“Happy anniversary, Y/N,” Jean murmured. You smiled, almost forgetting to express the same sentiment to him. You would’ve done a better job if not for the screaming baby interrupting your somewhat solid sleep. You smiled, tilting your head up to blink softly and give him butterfly kisses with full eyelashes.

“Happy anniversary, Jean-bo.”

He scrunched up his face at the tickling sensation on his cheeks, drawing a laugh from you. Your heart skipped a beat in your chest when he drew back to take the sight of you in. The disheveled hair, not smoothed down for appearances this early in the morning. The tired, bleary eyes that still shone with a love he couldn’t begin to fathom. Crinkling laughter lines around your eyes and mouth that have appeared and deepened as you two expanded your family.

He grabbed your hand in his, kissing tenderly each knuckle, each inch of skin that was available to him. His beard tickled your fingertips, causing them to twitch slightly. When he relented with his affection, you took your hand and cupped his face, gently stroking his cheek.

“I love you, Y/N Kirstein.” He pressed a kiss into your palm, the hazel in his eyes gooey soft as it swirled like caramel in his irises. A tinge of heat lightly dusted across your cheeks; it was amazing how years later, those three words, with or without your name tacked on, still made your heart flutter like a hummingbird’s wings.

“And I love you, Jean Kirstein,” you murmured as sleep settled over your body once again, curled onto your side, holding your husband’s face. He gazed at you until his eyes began to droop shut, fighting the opportunity to rest for just a few more minutes of studying the face of his wife. It didn’t matter how much time he had spent doing it before; he never tired of the different things he would find each time that made him love you infinitely more.

Your heart beat warmly in your chest as you reflected on the exceptionally early morning, leaning into the warmth of your family surrounding you. Marco’s little body pressed into you as his tiny arm grasped your stomach, settling just to the left of your navel. Jean’s head grew heavy as sleep claimed him, his breath soft against the palm of your hand.

And with your family there, their love for you warming your chilled skin in the crisp morning air that seeped through the window, you were able to sink into dreamland. Your son snuggled against your side. Your husband nestled against your hand as he tumbled into the grasp of sleep. You had never felt so comforted, so snug, in the midst of your favorite boys, with your daughter sleeping soundly in your room. With these sentiments, you fell headfirst into a heavy slumber, vividly dreaming of complete and utter contentment with your handsome husband and healthy children.

“I can’t thank you enough for doing this, Léa,” you gushed to Jean’s mother, packing Marco and Sasha’s clothes into a suitcase as she gathered the baby’s supplies for you. You had just enough time to get them ready before you had to finish preparing for your and Jean’s date. Léa placed a hand on your shoulder.

“It’s no problem, dear,” she said warmly, giving you a tender squeeze before gathering the rest of Sasha’s diapers. Jean wrangled Marco into his clothes while Sasha was in a sash, snuggled against your chest. You took a quick break to watch as Jean smoothed down Marco’s shirt and planted a kiss on his head.

“The two of you deserve a wonderful night,” Léa continued, closing up the suitcase. “It’s the least I can do! I know how overwhelming a baby can be, but I can’t imagine how it is with two kids. Just Jean was enough to keep me on my toes for all those years.”

You let out a laugh at the way Jean’s cheeks reddened and the grumbling that poured from his lips. His mother smiled endearingly at her son, letting out a sigh at the completion of your preparations. You arched your back, stretching out the aches that plagued you. Sasha stirred, letting out a few soft grunts as she tried to get comfortable.

“That’s all?” Jean said, turning to the two of you. You nodded, gently caressing Sasha’s hair. He clicked his tongue, coming to stand next to you. Your husband planted a kiss on your temple, reaching down to pet Sasha’s head.

“Well, I guess I’ll be off then,” Léa sighed, gesturing to Sasha. You lifted her from her confines, and Jean took her from you. You took off the sash and gave it to Léa, helping her put it on. Jean pressed a tender kiss to Sasha’s head before offering for you to do the same. He gave her to his mother, who deftly situated her into the sash.

You turned your attention to your son, who was holding his teddy bear in the doorway. You crouched down in front of him, gently stroking his face. A sweet smile graced his lips as he leapt into your arms, nearly knocking you off your feet. Childlike affection bubbled up from within his little body, overflowing through his chubby little hands as they grasped your clothes. You hugged him tightly to you, kissing his head.

“You’re gonna be good for your Gram?” you asked. He looked up at you with his wide hazel eyes, nodding vigorously. “That’s my boy.”

You gave him one last kiss on the cheek before Jean said his goodbyes, and together, the five of you walked to the front door. Léa embraced you and Jean, minding Sasha’s form pressed against her chest.

“You two have fun tonight,” she told you, “I wanna hear all about the ballet tomorrow.”

“Of course, Mom.” Jean kissed her cheek.

“Thank you again, Léa.” You hugged her, rubbing Sasha’s back. She nodded, taking her leave. With one hand holding the suitcase, and the other holding Marco’s, she made her way to her house right next to yours. The two of you made sure she got in before shutting the front door. For a few moments, not a sound was made. You finally had a moment alone; that enough was difficult enough to wrap your heads around as you stood in silence.

“No kids,” you commented finally, bumping your hips into Jean’s side. In response to your initiation, arms snaked around your waist, manipulating your body to face him. One of his hands traveled up to cup your chin, gently guiding your face upwards to look at him. On instinct, the corners of your lips turned into a smile before you mischievously bit your lip. A stray hair had fallen to obscure part of your face during your work to get the kids ready for their stay at their grandmother’s house. Jean brushed the hair away, tucking it behind your ear.

“Hm, what are you suggesting, Mrs. Kirstein?” he murmured, the hand trailing down the skin of your neck before returning to your waist. He knew, of course; but the two of you had the time of your lives acting like high schoolers sneaking away from their parents. Jean’s hands burned straight through your clothes; you ached to tear them off then and there.

“Something that we thoroughly deserve,” you grinned, pressing against him. Hunger glinted in his eyes as your hands traveled up his arms, coming to rest clasped around his neck. What you said was undeniably true; it had been weeks since you and Jean had sex. The doctors recommended waiting after you gave birth, which you had taken in stride when you had Marco, but you didn’t remember the wait being this difficult.

“Mmhm,” he breathed and dipped his head to your neck. He pressed a long, soft kiss to the skin; in response, your head tilted back on its hinges. As Jean roughly pulled you closer by your waist, your hands tangled in his hair, using that leverage to coax him into you. There was an undeniable fire igniting in your center, more intense with the time you had spent apart. “I’ve missed being between those legs of yours.”

You moaned softly as he trailed kisses up your neck before cupping your face. You blinked slowly, gazing into his eyes swirling with lust. As much as you needed to have him then and there, longing for the satisfaction that the two of you had both lacked for weeks, you needed to get ready for the date that had been planned painstakingly for so long. You leaned forward, giving him a brief peck that abruptly ended the sensual display of desire.

“Uh-uh, Mr. Kirstein. After the ballet.”

“You wound me, wife,” he pouted, drawing back with a huff. You smiled and pushed past him, going to your bathroom to get ready. Making preparations for a night out without having to soothe a newborn or trudge around with a three year old attached to your leg was refreshing. You and Jean were able to take your time, flirt like teenagers, steal kisses, give each other love taps. It was simply magical.

Just a moment without kids was enough to be an amazing anniversary. You could pamper and dote on your husband without fail, and vice versa. His touches were slow, sensual; he could finally take his time with you after chasing kids around at a million miles a minute.

After applying a bit of red lipstick, you checked yourself out one last time in the mirror. Jean hadn’t been in the bathroom to see you in all your glory with your dress on and makeup finished, so at the sight of you stepping out, green silk adorning the curves of your body, he was speechless.

The dress cut generously into your cleavage, to which his eyes nearly popped out of his head. You turned around, modeling the dress for him, from the neckline to the high slit. You had a shimmery silver shawl draped around your shoulders, giving a peek through the fabric as he gazed at the way it cowled at the base of your spine.

Your hair was piled loosely in curls on top of your head, a few wispy pieces framing your face. Jean’s expression was priceless - the last time he saw you this dolled up, it was your wedding day, exactly five years ago.

“Y/N, you…” He was at a complete loss for words as he beheld your angelic countenance. Eyebrows furrowed together as he racked his brain for the right adjective to adequately express the beauty that you exuded. “You look absolutely breathtaking.”

Your heart skipped a beat within its cage as you softly padded up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. A bright smile burst forth from his features as he leaned into your body, hands traveling to envelop your waist. Lips slotted together as he kissed you gently, but his mouth didn’t remain on yours for long.

“Are you ready for a magical night, my dove?” His question was met by your radiant smile as you took his arm, allowing him to lead you to the front door.

“Of course, dear.”

The two of you had indulged in a wonderful dinner at one of the fanciest restaurants in Marley. Jean hadn’t left any stone unturned in treating you to a well-deserved evening, ordering the most expensive wine he laid eyes on and even requesting dessert when he knew that the two of you were just about stuffed full.

And then, the handsome couple you made settled into chairs in the general seating area of the ballet. The alcohol buzzed around in your brain, swirling wildly in your bloodstream as Jean’s hand settled on your knee. There was a few minutes’ time between your arrival and the beginning of the ballet that allowed you to visit with Jean more so than at dinner.

He continued the conversation you had over your delicious food, telling you all about how Annie and Armin were about to return from a campaign to the Southern countries. The trip hadn’t been a long one; it was mainly maintenance and keeping up appearances.

The lights flashed twice, signaling the beginning of the ballet. As they dimmed completely, you pressed as much of your body as you could into Jean’s side. He eagerly accepted the contact, gently squeezing your thigh before lacing his fingers through yours. A warmth spread throughout your chest, spurred by the joy of being with your husband; also at you having three glasses of wine at dinner.

The deep velvet of the curtains rose, revealing a ballerina adorned in a gorgeous costume of feathers. Her arms flowed like rivers to imitate the movements of a bird flapping its wispy wings as she made her way across the stage en pointe.

The intriguing show continued, demonstrating how a young bird learned to fly. She met many other creatures, all trying to tell her that they had no idea how to help her. The little bird was on the verge of giving up until she decided simply to take a leap of faith - and suddenly, she was soaring above the crowd.

The production crew were undoubtedly working their hardest as the harness elevated the ballerina, carrying her far overhead, flying above the people seated in the theatre. The sight nearly brought tears to your eyes, how the bird who had tried so hard to seek guidance from other creatures so unlike itself; when all it needed to do was trust its own instincts.

The ballerina landed on the stage, leaping in bounds to cover the distance to the family that awaited her big news. However, in the middle of her enthused journey, a crack of thunder resounded from the orchestra pit. The rumbling continued as the other instrumentalists mimicked a downpour of rain. The poor bird lost sight of her destination and was forced to the ground.

The crashing sounds continued, the bass of it all vibrating within your chest. You could admit that the sound was jarring, but the vice that tightened on your hand spoke of something far more sinister. You glanced at where your and Jean’s bodies were joined together, seeing his knuckles whitened to the point of nearly crushing your fingers in his grip. Pain seared through your digits as you attempted to wiggle your way out of his trap of a hand.

“Jean?” you whispered, nudging him with your elbow. He didn’t respond, his eyes clenched shut. His other hand reached up to cover his ear, but the hand that grasped at yours didn’t move a muscle. His grip tightened impossibly around your feeble hand, so you smacked at his arm with your free appendage. Your heart fell into your stomach, alarms blaring in every inch of your body. What was going on with him?

“Jean!” Panic arose within your tone at the inability to draw his attention, but at your frantic notions, he finally snapped out of his reverie. His hand immediately left yours as he rubbed his temples, distress still so easily painted across his features. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ground himself from his moment. Blood began to circulate through your hand once as you massaged it, wincing and letting out a tiny whimper at the sharp pains that shot through the nerves.

“Baby, are you okay?” You tried to keep your composure, but at your heart painfully thudding against your sternum, you couldn’t deny the fear that seeped deeply into the marrow of your bones. He remained silent, the set of his jaw telling of the turmoil that took control of his body. Everything in you screamed different commands: run, hold him, ask what was wrong, plead with him to tell you something, anything.

Finally, after a few moments of terrible silence had passed, he laid a hand on yours, offering you a small smile. The gesture did nothing to soothe you; you could in no way, shape, or form deny the foreboding sense that had settled over the two of you. Your hand ached, throbbing painfully with each heartbeat.

“Must be having a bad reaction to dinner,” he murmured, gently lifting your hand to press kisses to each knuckle. His lips on your skin pleaded for forgiveness for his transgressions. “I’m so sorry I scared you, dove.”

At his sweetness, your heart began to relax as the storm onstage drew to a close. You let your attention be focused on the bird reuniting with her family, how they surrounded and uplifted her with praise and admiration of her accomplishment. Unfortunately, the incident stuck in the dark recesses of your mind long after the ballet had ended and you and Jean had stumbled your way home.

However, at the rate of Jean’s lips crashing onto yours the second the two of you crossed the threshold of your empty home, all of those doubting thoughts flew from your mind and were quickly replaced by the need to have him completely. His arms wrapped around you, lifting you with ease to carry you to the bedroom that was uninhibited by a newborn.

He sat you down at the foot of the bed, lowering himself to undo the straps of your shoes. Fingers deftly freed your feet from their cages, gently cupping your ankles as he removed them and placed them carefully on the floor. His lips met the tops of your feet, unhurriedly pressing kisses to each inch of skin, from the bottoms to the tops of your legs.

You relished in this moment, at the sight of Jean’s affection manifesting in the lazy pace in which he trailed kisses all over your left leg, then your right. The show of his love halted slightly as he finished with a gentle nibble on the inside of your right thigh. Your breath came in shallower inhales, heart skipping a beat in the stretching seconds that he spent marveling at your clothed cunt.

Jean leaned forward, breath ghosting against the damp spot that had begun to form on your panties. His lips pressed a soft kiss to your swollen clit through the fabric before his face abandoned its station between your legs, finding much more pleasure in undressing the rest of you. After he had tugged your lacy undergarments off, he easily gathered up the fabric of your dress that pooled around your hips, guiding it from under your backside.

The zipper on your side easily slid down its teeth as Jean parted the two sides, laying sweet kisses to the exposed skin. Your weight shifted backwards as you caught yourself with your hands. Once the zipper was undone and your husband was finished teasing you, he lifted the dress up over your head, thankful at the way you elevated your arms to guide them through the dress. Nimble fingers undid the clasp of your bra and you shimmied your arms out of the straps.

Done with the formalities, Jean tossed your bra and dress to the side before his lips met yours again. You didn’t give his hands much time to roam over your body before you were lightly pushing him off of you with your hands planted against his chest, lifting your own body from the bed to undress him.

You tugged his jacket from his broad shoulders easily, allowing the fabric to fall to the floor. The buttons of his shirt effortlessly gave way underneath your deft fingers, which were already so used to doing the exact opposite as you prepared Jean for his long days of work. His chiseled chest peeked at you from underneath the cloth as he shrugged it off with ease.

Your fingers trailed across the scarred skin of his chest as you stooped forward to undo the mechanics of his pants. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of his erection through the fabric, which you easily gave attention to as you let your knuckles brush against it while you undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. They tumbled to the floor, now just leaving you with the barrier of his boxers.

Those, too, were easily discarded by his deft hands, freeing him from the restraints of clothes. The tip of his dick was already pinkening with his arousal, veins pulsing with the augmented circulation of blood, pre beading around the tip like a diadem of stars; needless to say, your husband had an exceptionally pretty dick. You licked your lips hungrily, clutching the bed for balance as you began to lower yourself to your knees to pleasure him. His hand hooking around your arm stopped your descent.

“No, no, dove,” he cooed, gently lifting you, “take a seat on the bed. A queen like you deserves a throne.” His grip on you steered you as your backside met the plush mattress. Heart pounding against your chest, your hand wrapped around his shaft. With your thumb circling around the tip, you used his pre to coat him and give his cock a few slow pumps before gracing it with your lips.

Your body shifted forward, allowing you easier access to pleasure him. Hands tangled in your hair as your lips planted a gentle kiss on his tip. The low rumble that came from his mouth screamed of his depravity of your touch. Sweet saltiness coated your tongue as you enveloped the head within the warm cavern of your mouth.

Your muscles contracted to give the mushroom-shaped tip a few gentle sucks before taking more of him in. Warmth radiated from his member as your tongue met his veins, tracing over them in an attempt to map out the image that they portrayed underneath the skin. Moans tumbled from his lips as you began to bob your head back and forth, sucking generously.

The hand on your head didn’t force you into any movement, only provided support as it caressed your scalp gently. The musky taste of Jean’s pre spread across your taste buds as you worked to bring him to a magnificent high. It was the only thing you wanted to do; seeing as the two of you barely did anything sexual save handjobs after you’d given birth to Sasha, you needed to give him the pleasure he deserved.

As soon as your free hands began to cup and massage his balls, he unraveled like putty within your grasp. Your eyes flitted up to observe his face as it contorted at the sight of your gaze meeting his. He crumbled at the view of you watching his reactions to you throwing all of your effort into blessing him with a mind blowing orgasm. Eyes softening to give him the prettiest doe look, you continued your work, taking his lengthy member into your mouth. As your nose brushed against his base, a satisfied smile would have curved the corners of your lips hadn’t your mouth been full as he threw his head back at the overwhelming satisfaction of your warmth.

“God, baby, gonna make me cum so fast,” he breathed, struggling to keep his legs from trembling. The response you gave was just a hum, augmenting his pleasure tenfold as the vibrations sang across his cock. Your pace sped up, and you let sloppiness begin to make its appearance in your work. Spit beaded at the corners of your mouth, dribbling down the slides of your chin as you noisily sucked on his cock.

The change of your mannerisms sent Jean off the edge with a surprising ease. “‘m cumming, dove. Gonna take my load in your mouth, eh?”

His pants were like a gorgeous melody in your ears as the sensation of his cum spilling down your throat warmed your insides. You swallowed with an alarming efficiency, surprised at how easily you were able to get back into the swing of pleasing your husband after the break you’d taken after Sasha’s birth. The contractions of your throat only exponentially increased Jean’s experience; he emptied his load within your mouth in seconds, marveling at how your pace didn’t change at all.

He was quick to grab your hands and pull you from your place on the edge of your bed, elevating your frame as he descended upon you. The kisses that assaulted your lips were simply animalistic as he threatened to swallow you whole, not minding the taste of his cum that coated the inside of your mouth. His hands wandered all over your body, reaching down to squeeze the plump flesh of your ass.

Before you knew it, he was using his leverage above you to turn your body and guide you to lay on your stomach on the bed. The sheets swallowed your front as you unfurled like a lioness on the mattress with Jean’s body pressed warmly against your back. His mouth left yours and pressed damp kisses to the side of your face that was exposed to him before descending to your neck. A moan fluttered from your mouth as he suckled on the sensitive skin, teeth sinking into the beginnings of a bruise before working his way lower.

The sensation of him tasting the sweat that had begun to bead along your skin made your toes curl. He laid kisses on every square inch of your back; all across your shoulders, over the taut skin of your exposed shoulder blades, and finally down the column of your spine. His ministrations slowed when he reached the twin curves of your asscheeks. Hands moved to grasp the round mounds, gently massaging the muscles as his tongue made its appearance, delving between your cheeks as it trailed down to where you needed it the most.

His breath was hot against your pussy as he exhaled in wonder at how wet you were for him, spreading your cheeks wide to take in the sight. “What a pretty pussy you have, dove,” he marveled before pressing a tantalizingly slow kiss to your clit. “I’ll never get tired of this view, not as long as I live and breathe.”

Your hands clenched the sheets to brace for the impact of his mouth on your needy cunt. The preparations were a smart move, since he slammed his face into you with such a force that you threatened to careen into the headboard. Jean held nothing back, desperately wanting to please the wife that had been long deprived of his touch.

He devoured you like a starved man, fiercely enveloping your sex within the inviting warmth of his mouth. The tongue of your husband traveled in wondrous patterns across your depraved clit, eliciting your feebly humping against his face.

“Woah, there, love,” Jean laughed against you. However, his fingers still moved to massage your behind, digging into the skin. “I’m just getting started. No need to be so greedy.”

“Mmm, want you so bad, Jean,” you murmured, but relented as you stilled your hips. You could see the triumphant smile on his face without even looking at him. As your husband resumed pleasing you, his movements were slower, more deliberate, as he meticulously executed the perfect maneuvers that made your whole body sing in response to.

Jean was well aware of how much you missed the feeling of his tongue on your clit, so he wanted your orgasm to be one of the best you’ve ever had. To achieve that sentiment, he read the signs of your body like a book. And your husband, for the first time in months, edged you like there was no tomorrow.

“Please, baby, please can I cum?” you begged after the third time that he had pulled back just before you were pressed over the precipice of pleasure.

“You’re asking so nicely, dove,” your lover affirmed you, “but I want this one to feel so good. Trust me, it’ll be so much better if we just wait a little longer, sweetheart.”

Begrudgingly, you grunted in accordance with his sentiments. Weak moans left your mouth as he resumed his work. At the nearness of your high, his arms wrapped around your thighs and used the leverage to lift your hips closer against his mouth. The closing proximity of your pussy to his face had you falling apart as the pleasure was augmented exponentially.

Breaths escaped your lips in shallow gasps, your entire body shaking with the nearness of the orgasm that Jean had kept just out your reach for far too long. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes at the frustration pent up inside you that prepared to burst with the explosion that was inevitably going to go off within your body.

“‘m close, Jean,” you whimpered into the mattress. Back arched to press further into his face, one of your hands fumbled to intertwine your fingers in his. He clutched your hand, squeezing it gently to provide a semblance of comfort.

“You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” His emboldened response sparked a hope in your chest, one that was well warranted with his next words. “Go on, let it all out, princess.”

His lips moving against your pussy to articulate his words sent you right over the edge. Broken moans spilled from your lips, his name mixed in between them, as fireworks burst in every nerve of your body. Your hips greedily grinded on his mouth, desperate for more friction as you rode out the best orgasm you had since before you found out you were pregnant with Sasha.

Your body jerked sporadically at the end of your pleasure, the comedown a blissful moment punctuated by your effort to grasp Jean’s hand and begin to pull him to meet your lips once again. But, he resisted your ministrations. Instead, he continued to drone his tongue over your throbbing clit, relishing in the heat that had spread through your sex in the onslaught of your orgasm.

Once the flames had ebbed, however, that’s when he removed himself from the home he made between your legs. He traced the line of kisses he had previously made back up your spine. You turned your head to him after he had planted a greenhouse’s worth of flowery kisses across your shoulders, parting your lips to slot against his. Your arousal was sweet on his tongue as it deftly slipped inside of your mouth, eagerly drinking up the saccharine sighs that echoed from your throat.

His chiseled chest pressed against your back as he gently grinded his tip between the curve of your asscheeks, but that stimulation wasn’t nearly enough for him; he needed to feel how your walls welcomed him home, how your sweet juices gushed in response to his return.

“Can’t wait to feel your gorgeous cunt around my cock, dove,” he cooed into your ear. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, but not out of anxiety, as he nibbled on your earlobe.

“Please, Jean,” you beseeched him, “I need you in me, love.”

“You’re so sweet, Y/N. You know I can’t resist your begging for long.” The tone of his voice wasn’t necessarily teasing, but it still casted you into a primal desire for him to drown in the warmth of your walls.

With one hand, he gently guided the tip of his head into your entrance, settling his knees on either side of your trembling thighs. At your legs pressed together, your walls squeezed his cock serendipitously, providing an exceptionally tight fit for his needy member. The pleasure that he gained from it was almost on par with yours as your eyes rolled back into your head while he slowly sank his length into you.

“Ngh, fuck,” you whimpered when he had fully sheathed himself in your glorious cunt, “just like that Jean…”

A deep, shaking exhale flowed from his mouth as he gave a few slow rocks into your hips. “Oh, baby, you feel so good.”

A smile curved the corners of your lips at his adoration. His speed increased to a snail’s pace, but you could tell from the way that his hands clenched the sheets around you that it was taking everything in him not to pound you relentlessly into the mattress.

“I’ve missed your delicious - hah - pussy, dove,” he panted, descending from his perch to lay devoted kisses to your lips. His body enveloped yours like a cage while he continued pumping into you. The veins of his cock brushed against your gummy walls with a heavenly touch, melting you into a pool of desire.

Jean’s praise continued, lilting into your mouth as he didn’t care to lift his face from yours. “You take me so well, baby. Don’t ever wanna leave this perfect cunt, no, no… fuck, Y/N, I’m addicted to your body.”

Your hips lifted to deepen his passage, to which he nearly lost his mind at; albeit it was a miniscule change. Your tongues messily tangled together, groans pouring from his mouth into yours. You simply adored how vocal he was during sex; it wasn’t like you needed affirmation of your skill. But you took pleasure in knowing that he was simply basking in how good you felt; you thought, no, you knew that you were a goddess in his eyes. Jean conveyed his bliss with those deep groans and sweet sighs, and his beautiful sounds send you tumbling in love with him all over again.

His pace began to slow slightly as he pulled away from you. You whimpered in the absence of his heat against the bare skin of your back, grasping at his hand to pull him back down. “I, hah… I gotta see all of you, dove. Show me that radiant face and gorgeous tits of yours, hm?”

You cried out softly when his cock retreated from your gushing cunt, the empty feeling leaving you cold. Jean’s arms hooked underneath you to pull you out from under him and turn you on your back. Your body hung limp in his arms before he gently laid you down.

The brown locks fell into his eyes before he brushed them back, marveling at the sight you were splayed against the covers. Your legs folded over your torso automatically under the guise of preparing to take him within you again, but the motion delved deeper than that.

As much as you wanted to ignore it, you hated looking at your body after Sasha’s birth. When Marco was born, you more or less had recovered your original frame. But with the effects of childbirth still running rampant through your system, you struggled to accept how you looked. The extra skin on your stomach sagged with the burden of delivering two babies; the stretch marks told of months of strain on every aspect of your being. Sure, the augmentation in size of your breasts as they were filled with milk was a welcome change, but that was fleeting; the scars on the rest of your body would remain.

Tears welled in your eyes at the look Jean gave you when he recognized your movements. A sad smile graced his lips as he placed his hands on your knees, gently bringing them down to expose what you hated to look at. He leaned forward, running his hands up your body before cupping your face gently.

“Dove, why’re you crying?” he whispered, brushing away a tear that had slipped from your waterline. You sniffled, the rest of the floodgates opening at his attentiveness, at how much he deeply cared for you. While he already knew the answer to the question, he wanted you to share your feelings with him and allow him to alleviate your sorrow.

Your fingers tangled in the hair that framed his face as you took a shuddering breath. “I’m just… struggling… with my body after having Sasha.” One hand left his mane to clutch at your face to hide your shame, but he quickly grabbed it in his own. His lips left kisses on your knuckles, eyes gazing earnestly at you, waiting patiently for you to continue. “I was just so happy to finally feel like I had my old body back after having Marco, and then we found out we were pregnant with her and I-“

Your voice broke as a fresh river of tears poured from your eyes. You felt evil, not exactly regretting having Sasha, but a similar sentiment was there. You loved your daughter with all of your heart; but the fact that her circumstances of entering the world wrecked your body image made you feel like rotting garbage.

Jean was on you in an instant, gently kissing your face, leaving your lips untouched to speak whenever you were ready to continue in your unloading. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing every inch of your bodies together; both his scars and yours melded together as you wept in his arms.

“I can’t stand the sight of the flabby skin, and-and how my face filled out, but the stretch marks…” Your voice was teetering on the edge of a wail as you buried your face in his neck. Jean merely cupped the back of your head, massaging your scalp as you continued to cry into him.

“God, they’re so gross, all ugly and purple,” you lamented, cheeks heating with your frustration. “It feels like they’re never gonna fade away, like I’ll always have these spindly dark lines on the perfect skin that I had always admired.”

Now that you felt that your piece had been said, you fell into an exhausted silence. A hiccup would occasionally jerk your body up against Jean, but he still gave you time to process. He knew you well enough to know that you weren’t finished. Reluctantly, you removed your face from the smooth skin of his neck and looked up at him. The pools of caramel shone into your eyes as your lips parted to ask the question that rent your heart in two.

“Jean, do you still think I’m beautiful?”

A soft sigh escaped his lips as his arms disentangled from around your frame. Heart jumping against your chest cavity, he began to press kisses down your body again; but this time, it was much more intimate and affectionate now that he was putting words between them. The path started at the top of your head.

“Of course I think you’re beautiful,” he murmured against your lips after trailing his down from the crown of your head, down past your forehead and the bridge of your nose before meeting yours. “You always have been and you always will be, Y/N.”

Your cheeks flamed as he etched kisses into your jawline and down your neck. “Every inch of you is beautiful.”

His lips trailed across your collarbones, down to your décolletage, coming to rest between your plump breasts. The breath from his mouth was hot as he lost himself for a moment, nibbling and sucking on the soft flesh as your nipples perked into rigid peaks.

“I’m constantly in awe of how radiant you are.”

You grimaced as he descended even lower, finally reaching the part of your body that you hated the most. But Jean’s praises uplifted your spirits from the dismal pit of despair that you found yourself in.

“Look at how strong your body is,” he whispered, tracing along the stretch marks like they were a sacred text. “Y/N, you carried, birthed, and nourished two whole humans.”

You obviously were aware of this fact, but the way Jean continued to venerate you for your labor gave your heart the rejuvenation that it so desperately needed. His voice rumbled against your ticklish stomach, drawing a reluctant smile to your face as he continued his praises.

“Marco and Sasha are so lucky to have been in your tummy, all warm and safe while you took such good care of them.”

His lips charted the lines of color that now you thought decorated your skin as your heart threatened to burst. “You’re the best mommy… you’re a goddess of life.”

Drawn back up to your beauty, he ascended to your breasts once again, relishing in concluding the contact that assuaged your insecurities. His lips latched onto your hardened nipple, sucking gently. His eyelids flew open at the sensation of your milk flowing into his mouth.

“Oh, dove, you taste so sweet,” he purred before tweaking your other nipple. His jaw dropped at the sight of the pearly liquid beaded on the crested peak; he quickly maneuvered to lap it up. He indulged once more in suctioning his mouth onto your breast before your lips pulled him in like a gravity well.

“I could worship your body every moment of every day, for the rest of my life and beyond,” he glorified you before kissing you hungrily. Any apprehension or doubt that had harbored in your heart was released at his veneration; and so you opened yourself, body and soul, to take him in once again.

His hand traveled down to coax his cock in between your slick folds, moaning softly against your lips as he split you open once again. He drank in your whimpers like sweet wine, while not hesitating to thrust in and out of you.

The pace he set was maddeningly slow, but powerful. Your bodies rocked together in a sacred rhythm, accompanied by the most sinful of hymns as you ravished each other’s skin. You clung to him, crossing your legs at the ankles and resting the knot on the small of his back. The skin on his back pulled taut to accentuate his muscles as your nails sunk deep into the surface.

Stars swam in your vision as Jean pulled back to take in the sight of your face. The streetlamps’ light that filtered in through the windows illuminated his head with a golden tinge. He was your angel, delivering you into a divine ecstasy. His eyes seared through yours as you maintained eye contact with each other, entranced with how the other’s face contorted with pleasure.

Laying kisses upon your upper arms, he hooked his fingers around your wrists to bring them down level with your shoulders. Interlacing your digits together, he held your hands while he fucked into you with leisurely and deliberate strokes, each one drawing you closer and closer to a mind-numbing high.

The velvety plush walls contracted around Jean’s cock as it caressed your g-spot so perfectly, which was met with a broken groan against your mouth. “Mmm, shit, your cunt always milks me so fucking good, baby.” His raspy breath was telling of his proximity to his orgasm as he panted into your ear, continuing his maniacal rambling at how drunk he was on your pussy.

“Can’t wait to cum in you, dove… ngh - fuck!” A particular potent squeeze to his cock jolted him from his pace; but he recovered easily, palms sweaty against yours as your lips collided again. But the contact between the two of you didn’t stop him from continuing.

“Let’s have another baby, yeah?”

The thought drove you insane. Despite the emotional conversation you had only moments ago with him, it was something that you obviously desired. Sasha was going to grow up so fast, and having a newborn to coddle was your favorite thing about having children.

“Yes, god, yes, Jean,” you cried, grasping at his hands.

“Oh, oi oi, that’s what you want, dove?” He was drunk off of your eagerness, using his enthusiasm to crash harder against your hips, all the while maintaining his slow strokes. “You want me to put another baby in you? Stuff you full of my cum? Get you all round and beautiful with my baby?”

“Yes!” you whimpered, heat flooding to every recess of your body as your orgasm neared you. Jean’s hands left yours to wrap around your torso, lifting you slightly to deepen his angle. Your arms surrounded him in return, his skin singing at the sensation of your touch. At his tip brushing against your cervix, your nails dug into the surface of his scarred back.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, daddy,” was your immediate response. The low groan from Jean’s lips alerted you to him teetering on the edge of his orgasm. And in true fashion, he continued to speak as you lost control of your thoughts, moaning and mumbling incoherently, Jean’s name occasionally spilling from your lips.

“God, I love it when you call me that, Y/N,” he growled, crashing his lips into yours. He trembled now, as he sucked on your bottom lip, teeth sinking into the bruised flesh. “You’re the best mommy.”

Your heart exploded in your chest at his praises, returning his kisses with equal fervor as your teeth clashed together in desperation. The slick clacking sounds of his base slapping against your hips echoed lewdly around the room, further egging you on to your release.

“And I’m about to make you one all over again.”

Your eyes rolled back into your head as your whole body rocked with the force of the orgasm that undulated like a tempest within you. The sensation of Jean’s hot cum spilling into you only added to the pleasure as you nearly screamed in response to the nerves exploding all across your body. Jean’s controlled pace completely unraveled as he sped up his thrusts, fucking his cum impossibly deeper within you, dead set on seeing you pregnant once again.

The melody of your sounds decrescendoed as both of your highs ebbed away, leaving you in a glowing haze of your adoration of each other. Your previously primal kisses had softened into a lazily, sloppy makeout. The two bodies that intertwined on your bed melded together into the perfect image of love, completely indiscernible from one another.

Exhaustion from the busy day soon settled over your bones, which Jean immediately noticed at the deepening of your breaths. His body departed from yours; the cum spilled out of your entrance at the absence of his cock. To this, he used his fingers to fuck it back into you the best he could; and for what remained, he lapped up before pressing a gentle kiss to your throbbing clit.

He padded into the bathroom, wetting a cloth to sweetly clean the residue of your love-making before tossing it deftly into the laundry basket into the corner of the room. Pulling the covers over your trembling frame, he nestled in next to you while you turned on your side to face him.

And soon, the two of you were entangled once again, limbs reaching to touch every inch of skin humanly possible. His lips pressed into your forehead, murmuring how much he loved you, how much he will always adore you, as the two of you slipped into a wonderful world of dreams.

Your eyes cracked open without the burden of exhaustion for the first time in many months. As they focused, all that you could see was Jean’s smiling face. He had been watching you sleep, something that he never got to do, seeing as the both of you were usually woken at the same time by a screaming baby.

Remembering that Léa had the kids, you sighed happily, burying your face against Jean’s defined chest, gently pressing kisses onto the puckered scars that adorned his skin. His fingers trailed softly up and down the column of your back as the two of you wordlessly basked in each other’s presence, completely in love with each other.

You often found yourself reflecting on the time before you and Jean were married: how the two of you shared your first kiss when he returned from his training. He told you, even back then, that he was going to marry you. The lanky fifteen-year-old boy knew exactly what he was talking about.

He would constantly send you letters while he was away with the Scouting Regiment, retelling all of the expeditions, complaining about Eren, recounting pranks he pulled with Sasha and Connie, and expressing how much he missed Marco.

The tearful goodbye that he bid you before they left for the Raid on Marley, the promises he made you to come back in one piece, to return to your heart.

How he wept like a baby in your arms, telling you that they had lost Sasha.

The anguish you felt when he didn’t have a chance to say goodbye before the Rumbling.

This time, you thought, was the hardest in your relationship. It was the beginning of a period of no correspondence, you were always questioning why he wasn’t coming home, why he would choose this career over being with you.

But Jean was creating a world of peace, just for you. All of the countries in the world were enraged at Eren and the rest of Paradis, and he sacrificed three years of his life to work tirelessly to craft a place that the two of you would be able to live tranquil lives in.

And here you were, completely content in coming to terms with the tumultuous past of your relationship. Love was a complicated entity, with too many other emotions factoring in to pin it as the underlying cause for all of humanity’s actions, but it was the glue that held the world together nonetheless.

The same could be said for you and your husband. No matter the distance, the arguments, or the despair, love was what always kept you connected. And you would fight tooth and nail for it to stay that way.

You thought of yourself as the bird from the ballet. You were aimless for too long, relying on the sentiments of other people to justify your relationship with Jean. But, after prevailing through the furor with your family and the rest of Paradis, you glided free through the sky. Learning to fly was simple when the man that gazed upon you now was the wind under your wings.

The sunlight filtered in through the windows as the two of you relished in each other’s heat, at the unhurried awakening, letting the sleep fall lazily from your eyes as your limbs tangled together. The warmth that seeped into your heart at the scene you two were would make its home there forever, as long as you lived and beyond.

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[sanderchu]

watching football with dream? like idek that much about football but i feel like it would be nice to be cuddled up with him on the sofa while he cheers or groans at whatever happened on the screen, just like watching him get so excited and being happy that he’s happy -🪴

Football

Note: I know about football ish so it finally came in handy lmao also I had no header ideas- I get to carried away writing about this man-

Reader: Gn!reader

[writing] or hcs

(Me when dream ⬇️)

You laid next to dream on the couch. Across from you sapnap was there with patches. Today was a big game for dream and sapnap. Today was the day their favorite teams went against each other. They both placed big bucks on it so couldn’t miss it for the world.

Dream held you like a baby on his chest being loud but also making sure not to hurt or bother you as he flailed his hands around too. Football always got the two going like a sense of energy rush into there bodies. Especially since they both were pretty competitive it made it more of a rush.

“YES” you heard dream yell as you felt a tight grip on your legs and feel a rush of wind as you felt yourself getting off the couch. It was all so sudden as you saw dream holding you with your legs wrapped around him from habit. “WE WON” you can hear sapnap from behind you groan at his teams failure as dream planted kisses all over your face making you squirm in his grasp. You looked into his eyes and with no warning he smashed yours lips onto his.

Ever since that day he would always have you watch a game with him so he can give you what he calls a celebration kiss.

[i05wook]

treasure reunited with their long distance partner!! (hyung line ver.)

choi hyunsuk - 최현삭!

🪴 hyunsuk is so excited to be reunited with you after restrictions had eased in regards to travelling in both of your countries. it had been almost a year and a half since the pair of you last saw each other face to face.

🪴 he has nothing planned except meeting you at the airport and cuddling with you for the first few days you’re in seoul. he’s missed being able to have physical contact with you so be prepared to be entrapped in his arms all day long.

🪴when he finally hugs you in the airport, he breaks down in tears, happy to have you back in his arms.

park jihoon - 박지훈!

🪴 jihoon is running around like a headless chicken for an entire week before you visit him in seoul. he’s so set on making everything perfect for when you visit, planning activities for the pair of you to do whilst visiting him.

🪴 he’d make a sign to hold up at the airport when he comes to meet you, and when you finally arrive, he forgets all about his supposed idol image as he’s just so ecstatic that the pair of you are finally reunited

🪴 when you return back to the dorms you’re greeted by a bunch of your flowers, and a plate of your favourite food which jihoon had asked one of the boys to order for you.

kanemoto yoshinori - 카네모토유신노리!

🪴yoshi can’t wait for you to visit him again for the first time since he left for korea to fulfil his dream of becoming an idol in yg.

🪴when he meets you at the airport, you’re greeted by him waiting there with a sign. on the sign instead of your name, it’s a picture he drew of you, which he hands to you as a little gift.

🪴 yoshi planned to just stay in the dorms completing activities that you used to do together before he moved to seoul, such as arts and crafts, painting, baking, even producing music together!

kim junkyu - 김준규!

🪴 i feel like junkyu may forget that you were coming visit him until he receives a phone call from you asking where he is. when he responds at the dorm you tell him you’ve been waiting for him at the airport for the past half hour.

🪴 when he finds this out, he shoots out the front door toward the airport feeling ever so guilty that he forgot you were coming to visit him after a while of being apart due to school and his dream of becoming an idol.

🪴he arrives at the airport almost an hour and a half after your plane landed but you forgive him, knowing he’s been tired and busy with promotions. to make it up to you he’ll do anything. want him to unpack your stuff? he’ll do it! want him to braid your hair? he’ll do it! damn.. he’ll even buy you, your favourite chocolate, let you wear his koala pyjamas, or even one of his favourite hoodies.

hyung line | middle line | maknae line

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[beaskaa]

Techno, seeing Dream Actually Mopey about the pig plushies: Here *hands him a blob plush* saw it at the store and it kinda Looks Like You

Aww so cute! Now Dream has a new way to scare the guest *flying blob flush* I’m sure he will love it! He will put it next to his favorite plant 🪴

[harryfeatgaga]

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YAAAAAAAAAAAAASDKJNFCIJRKFNHIJKFNGVJIO I LOVE THESEEEEE

[sohmiya]

nikka!!! it’s 1:51 and the insomnia is winning again so here is a message while i try to use up time in relaxing ways 🤍

first of all i am offended that u think we would only go on an ice cream date when/if you visited new york. like ???? 🙄 that’s rude. as if j wouldn’t take you on a million dates and show you all of my favorite places and make you spend hours in museums and on bike rides in the park and wandering around for bagels. and also i already know the ice cream place 😌 bc it is the most delicious new york only ice cream j think like their menu is so so amazing. it’s called van leeuwen and my favorite flavor is their vegan honeycomb 🐝

also i’m trying to start going vegan again!! 🌱 i haven’t been vegan in years and it was a massive failure mostly bc i was 18 and went vegetarian first and had no money so i lived on eggs and packaged ramen but then when i was vegan i never replaced the eggs with another protein…….. mistakes were made lol gotta love 18 year old emma bc she was veryyyyy stubborn and would NOT admit defeat (current emma is too tho) so she just stuck it out for a year until a doctor made her change her diet 😭 wild times. but this time i’m gonna do it right!! i’m going to start with gluing vegetarian slowly and replacing one food at a time - finding a yogurt alternative one week, cutting down my meat consumption to just chicken and fish, then just fish, finding an egg replacement (scared of this one tbh but there are cool things now but also 😬 those can be really expensive so…. we’ll see). but anyway i’m so excited for this!! and i think it’ll be really nice to go slowly and remind myself that i don’t have to do everything perfectly immediately, i can take time and do a little at a time and make mistakes and it’s okay. 🪴

also !!! i saw macbeth yesterday and it was sooooooo fun oh my god. the best part of living here is definitely the access to art — i’ve never been able to see plays and musicals, i’ve just had to read/listen to them and imagine the acting. but seeing these works as they were intended brings them full circle and adds so much depth and understanding and love for them. 🤎 also i go to the MET every sunday bc it is a 15 minute walk from me and it is my new religion. i turn my phone off and bring my film camera and wander through it, so slowly, and take in every brushstroke, every movement in the sculptures… it makes me feel so connected to humanity and to myself 🤍

anyway this got weird and philosophical??? idk but I LOVE YOU 🥰🥰🥰🤎🤎🤎🤍🤍🤍💕💕💕☁️☁️☁️🌷🌷🌷🐛🐛🐛🪴🪴🪴🐝🐝🐝🦔🦔🦔🍄🍄🍄🪐🪐🪐💫💫💫🌙🌙🌙

also how was your yesterday how is your today what are things you’re dreaming of or hoping for ??

smh i wasnt being rude. all i’m saying is i’m a cheap date 🙄 just give me ice cream and take me to those tulip patches you took pictures of and i’d go 💗💓💕💖💕💗💞💗 but if you insist on taking me on such an elaborate date then who am i to say no? 🙄🙄🙄 also uhhh idk how to ride bikes so you’re gonna have to teach me. like knee pads and training wheels. all that KSJSKSKAK

AND GOOD FOR YOU i hope it works out well this time!! i feel 🫤 because i don’t have that much opinion on vegan diet. i was at one point in my life where i was curious and wanted to try it (also because this one youtuber i watch used to be vegan and everything she made looked so good) but there wasn’t a lot of vegan foods available here so the closest i got to was almond milk and it was pricey 😭😭

EMMA PLEASE I FEEL SO UNCULTURED NEXT TO YOU DJXBSKZJSJ but also you’ve always had such a deep understanding of life and i’m really happy for you that you get to live in a place that feeds your mind and your artistic soul. where i am, a wide range of art isn’t that accessible so i’m over here living vicariously through you LMFAOOO

anyways i feel a little better. my headache’s milder now and my throat’s no longer sore but it still feels a bit scratchy and i can’t breathe through my nose so 😩😩

i hope you had the loveliest day and that your heart feels happy today i love youuuuu 💖💖💖💖💖✨✨✨✨