#(by the way if you all can be cool about this I'll be making more ship compilations later INCLUDING for most other ships that contain them)

[lo1k-diamonds]

Bubbles 💜 Part 4

SX Seoul Series | Jungkook's Entry

“If you want to be with me.”

PAIRING: Jungkook x (f) Reader

SUMMARY: Jungkook did change - he learned from his mistakes. Did you?

WORD COUNT: 7.4 k

GENRE: Exes to lovers, smuuuuuut, angst, making up

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: arguing, crying, angst, making up, semi-public, fingering, orgasm control/denial, begging, soft Dom Kook if you squint, nipple play, mirror sex, unprotected sex, confessions

PARTS: [1] [2] [3] > [4] <

A.N. And here we have it! I'll miss this couple, they're intense 😁 Sorry for the wait, I hope you enjoy it! 💜 (Thank you @eerieedits for the cool banner 💜)

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“So what do I get for you?”

You barely noticed the girl whose name you couldn’t recall, waiting for you now that the conversation about Jeon Jungkook had ended.

“A porn star martini,” you bit quietly, eyes quickly drifting to the couple just a few tables over, at the bar. Cold sweats chilled your spine as you watched Jungkook laugh and thank the bartender for the beer, all while the girl with him all but drooled all over his bicep.

“Stay calm.”

Youngjoo was the voice of reason, and it stung you. “I am,” you bit at her, glancing at her before staring at the scene again. You couldn’t look away, both dreading and anticipating how that would unfold. “I recognize her,” you admitted, giving in to the anxiety lacing its claws around your heart. “She was at the party, hitting on him a week ago. She is a model.”

“Okay, and what did he say about it?”

You whipped your head, glaring at her. “I told you before, he laughed it off!”

Youngjoo rolled her eyes. “I mean after that. Haven’t you talked about it after that?”

You looked away. “No.”

Youngjoo turned to you with raised eyebrows. “Why not? Are you guys not talking?”

You shrugged. “We’ve sent a few texts. We’ve been busy.”

“You’ve been busy?” she repeated, skeptically. “I mean, of course you have, but it’s not that. You went from not leaving his side to barely not talking?” You could tell by her tone that she was incredulous. “You need to talk to him! You need to be on the same page about all this. Don’t let some misunderstanding happen again. If it’s not meant to be, then it’s not. Just talk to him first.”

You clenched your jaw, finally looking at your best friend to avoid glaring at the girl clinging to Jungkook. “If he wants his fuck boy life, then—”

“Stop putting words in his mouth! So what if some girl hit on him? He went home with you!”

“Actually, he dropped me off so he could help his brother with the roof of his place…”

“Oh, m— Won’t you stop it?! Since when are you this insecure about him?”

You glared at her once again, snapping in a caustic tone, “Since he has models grovelling on their knees, begging for seconds!”

“But he chose you.” You straightened back up on the sofa, and she continued, “He could have them if he wanted, but he chose you.”

Your eyes were locked with hers as you silently fought her without a word. You doubted she was right, and she reproved the way you were handling things. You could see it in her eyes — you promised Jungkook and yourself you wouldn’t make the same old mistakes. When Youngjoo had asked you about getting back together after you had hurt so much over the last year, you had assured her you were more mature now; you both were. So what the hell were you—

“Hi.”

You turned, shuddering with the sound of his voice before you saw him standing there, black leather jacket, wet hair curling over his ears, and a half-drunk beer bottle in his hand. 

“Hi, Jungkook. How are you?”

Youngjoo put you to shame with the way she effortlessly made casual conversation while you couldn’t even say something. Instead, your eyes were on the girls around you, who were casually listening in and ogling Jungkook. 

They threw quizzical glances at you — do you know him?

They gave Youngjoo looks, too — can you introduce us?

But Youngjoo ignored them, and you did the same.

You heard your name, so your attention was pulled into the conversation. “—that she was coming with you and a few friends to the SX tonight, and I thought I’d join you.”

“What a great idea,” Youngjoo praised, probably with more emphasis than she should have. Same as your best friend’s, Jungkook’s eyes were also on you, but unlike him, you couldn’t seem to hold his gaze. Your stomach twisted as you tried ignoring your sweaty palms. You felt like a teenager, the furthest from mature you had ever been. “How about we go get a round of shots? My treat!”

She clapped for the others to follow her, and although the girls offered resistance, Youngjoo managed to drag them along. You got up, too, ready to follow after them, but Jungkook’s presence kept you locked in. Not that he touched you or overtly expressed anything towards you, but his presence next to yours, his arm brushing yours, your hands grazing as his cologne reached your nose, made you stay, standing on shaky legs.

Your eyes stayed fixed on the floor as you took a deep, soothing breath. 

“What’s wrong?”

His question made you finally meet his eyes, only to have your stomach drop. A week ago, you thought it would be best to talk directly and clear things out, but now you just didn’t have the guts. Maybe Youngjoo was right — you were too insecure about him and yourself. You needed that conversation, but not now.

You knew what he’d tell you — you could already see his gentle eyes as he drew you close and said, I know those eyes.

So you took a deep breath and replied before he could.

“I’m just tired,” you explained, attempting a smile. “I’m going home.”

He placed his beer on a nearby table. “I’ll take you home.”

“Stay,” you insisted. “You're having fun.”

“Fun?” he asked, shaking his head slightly with a smile. “Nah, no reason for me to stay. Besides, you don’t look so good. I’ll take you home.”

He gave you a nod to lead the way, and you made your way through the crowd. Once in the lobby, you took your phone from your purse to text Youngjoo about leaving with Jungkook and followed him quietly out into one of the many streets in Itaewon.

Jungkook turned around to check if you were still following and slowed down so you could walk side by side through the Friday night crowd.

“How’s the apartment?” he asked, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Fine, it’s quiet,” you confirmed, meaning to reassure one of the first things he worried about after sleeping there with you the first weekend.

“Good, that’s good. Maybe we just caught a neighbour partying that weekend.”

You nodded and kept going, eyes lost in the partying crowd, smiling and laughing, unlike you.

“What about the washing machine? Still giving you issues?”

“No, the plumber you called fixed it. Thank you.”

Jungkook smiled at you. “You can always do laundry at mine if it gives you problems again.”

You smiled back, closing your coat a little more to stop the winter cold.

“Are the elevators working again?”

“Oh yeah, they fixed it the morning you left. It’s only been two weeks, but I’ve already noticed that they keep at least one of them working.”

“That must be annoying.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I live on the second floor; I take the stairs most of the time.”

“That’s good.” His voice sounded distant for a second. “What about work? Is that other department head still giving you a hard time?”

“I’m still adjusting…”

Your smile dropped from your face, and he instantly reached out to grab your hand. “It’s a phase. Just wait until they get to know you and how good you are.”

“Thank you.” You squeezed his hand and smiled genuinely, noticing the stars in his eyes the moment he stole a glance.

But then he had to let go of your hand to get into the underground parking lot, squeezing in the narrow corridor to allow the many people wanting to reach the street to pass you in the opposite direction.

You asked him to lead, as you didn’t know where he had parked his motorcycle, and he did, unable to talk to you above the noise of roaring engines and loud people, who were excited to party. The same groups kept both of you pressed against the wall as you went further down the stairs, until you exited them on the third level.

It was suddenly much quieter, with faint echoes and the occasional sound of cars driving along the parking lot.

The silence almost gave you whiplash, your ears ringing faintly.

“And the—” Jungkook’s voice was so loud it echoed. He cleared his throat. “The team? Your colleagues, are they nice?”

“Very nice, actually.”

He nodded quietly as he led the way to his red motorcycle. Once beside it, he pulled the keys out of his black leather jacket pocket, then twirled them once.

“Should I take you to a doctor instead?” he asked, and you raised your eyebrows. “I mean, you said you’re tired a lot…”

“No, I’m not sick,” you assure him, noticing his eyes avoiding you. Suddenly, the silence felt heavy again. “Why?”

“Am I… Should I… I mean,” he tried, grabbing his keys firmly in a fist. “If I’m bothering you, I can… give you space.”

You paled. “What?”

“It’s okay, I understand that it’s a lot with the moving back and the new job and… we have our issues, too. I’m sure it’s difficult, I don’t want to make it harder for you.”

Your blood ran so loudly in your ears that you didn’t know if you heard him clearly. Yet, this one word caught your attention. “Issues?”

Your eyes instantly teared up, and your guts twisted. That was it. You knew it, he was done with you.

“I don’t mean—” His wide brown eyes as he waved his hands tried to interrupt your thoughts. “No, I mean—”

“So things aren’t going well,” you thought out loud, feeling a chill up your spine.

“Wait, that’s not what I’m saying.”

In a split second, your eyes were full to the brim, and there was a sob about to shake you, and you instinctively spun on your heels to hide it. “We can talk about this later—”

“No,” he cut in and caught your arm before you could make an escape. Instead, he spun you around, making the back of your legs collide gently against his bike. “I’m never going to let you walk away without things being clear. Never again,” he promised, looking deep into your eyes. Your guts twisted for an entirely different reason. His eyes were puffy but firm, and suddenly your heart ached; you missed him so much. “I’m just… I’m worried. You’re quiet and distant, and I don’t want you to feel like you have an obligation to be with me or something.”

The blood drained from your face. “You— You don’t want to be with me?”

“Of course I do,” he scolded with a hint of a frown. He cupped your cheek. “What nonsense are you saying? Would I even mention it if I didn’t want to be with you?”

Your breath hitched. “You just said something about space.”

“If you need it because—” He looked straight into your eyes, drawing his thumb over your cheek in a caress. “Because I don’t want to be something you worry about.”

Your mouth opened to object — he wasn’t a problem, he was home — but then you closed it as your eyebrows drew closer together.

“So I am,” he said quietly. “Something you worry about.”

Your eyes lowered stubbornly, even as tears pooled again. But then his hand dropped from your face, and it unintentionally stung your heart.

So you raised your gaze sharply. “You’re right, you are, so I’ll just get it off my chest.”

As soon as you said it, you were breathless, watching his glistening eyes. The fear of everything falling apart froze you for a second, but then you swallowed dryly and decided to open up.

“I don’t think I’m a jealous person, I just— I think I have healthy boundaries, that’s all. In the end, I can’t, nor do I want to, control you or anyone you do whatever with. I don’t want to deny you freedom or whatever, either. But I don’t see how I’m supposed to keep quiet. If you need multiple women to give you attention and hit on you, then maybe restarting just isn’t a good idea.”

He just looked at you the whole time, not interrupting, not moving. He listened attentively to every word you said, until he raised an eyebrow. “Wait, is that the problem? You think I want that? Is that why you’re acting distant?”

You crossed your arms over your chest to hide the tremble. “I’m not…”

“Is that why you text me less and are tired so often?”

“I’ve been really tired…”

He took a step closer to you. “Is that why you don’t come to mine anymore?”

You pursed your lips, looking away. Now that he said it, you had to admit that, once again, you were a coward in many ways.

“Is that why you say you’ll come to a party with me and then don’t show up?”

Your eyes found his immediately, and your hesitation must have been evident in your face. By the way he looked at you, you knew there was no use in keeping secrets.

“I did show up. Remember Soyeon? She helped you with a class one or two years ago? She was there. And Haechan? He graduated with me. He was there too.”

Jungkook nodded slowly. “I know, I saw them.”

His patience was enough for you to know he was waiting for more, and you pressed your lips before letting it out. “I arrived before you did. I saw you arrive, and by the time I got to the kitchen, I overheard Seungkwan saying something about you needing to be free and not doing relationships and all that…”

Jungkook groaned loudly, covering his face with his hands for a moment before suddenly wrapping his arms around you to let his forehead fall to your shoulder.

“You gave me such a scare.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, confused about his reaction but happy to hold him, too.

“I thought you were giving up on us.”

You scoffed playfully. “And your reflex is to give me space?”

He snapped back up to look at you. “I don’t want to push you away!”

“Well, you are! Or would,” you corrected, biting your tongue. “Shouldn’t you be pulling me in instead of—”

He pulled you in by the waist. “I am.” You pressed your lips again, and he sighed. “Why would you listen to anything Seungkwan says? What does he know about what I want or do? I’m guessing you didn’t stick around to hear my reply.”

You blushed and looked down at his chest. “I… did not… So what do we do now?”

“About what?”

“About how I feel.”

He hummed, looking up as though recalling. “You mean about your jealousy?”

“Yes,” you said, still looking away. “Maybe I don’t even have the right to be jealous…”

“You do.” He pulled your arms around his neck. “If you want to.”

You scoffed. “If I want to be jealous?”

“If you want to be with me.”

Your mocking smile dropped before the seriousness in his eyes. “You know I do.”

He nodded. “I do, but… Can we be more?”

Your eyebrows quirked. “More than together?”

“Officially together,” he whispered, looking at you as your guts twisted again.

“We aren’t? I mean, I thought— We’re either together or we’re not,” you pointed out, swallowing hard.

“Right, that’s good.” He squeezed you closer. “No, forget I said anything.”

“No, that—” Your breath caught as you pressed your palms to his chest, grounding yourself. “What does that mean?” you asked, seeking clarity while your sight grew blurry. “I never thought of it in any other way, did you—” Your voice wavered with a pain you couldn’t hold back. “Did you— Those girls—”

“No. Look at me,” he urged, searching your eyes now full of tears. “No. I didn’t know how you felt about us, but—”

“We said we’d try again!” you exploded, the tears streaming down your face. “What do you think that means?!”

You were trembling, unable to keep your pain and fear from lashing out, but he didn’t even flinch. He kept you close and guided your foreheads to touch. “It means we love each other. I know that. It means you’re mine, just like I’m yours. I know that,” he insisted. “But I needed to know how you thought about it. I… You’ve been so distant for the past week.”

“You could have asked me about it.”

“We should have talked, clearly,” he instantly agreed, looking deeply into your eyes despite your snarky comment. “If you knew how much I want to be with you, you would never have gotten jealous like this. You would have never ignored me after you just saw me talking to someone—”

You smacked his shoulders. “Can you blame me?!” It was hard not to cry, but suddenly you were angry all over again. “I thought you were keeping your options open or regretting giving up your fuck boy life!” His hands were firmly on your waist as you tried not to sob. “You knew how I felt and still—!”

“I didn’t know you felt like this.”

“I told you!! And you laughed!!”

Jungkook frowned, about to shake his head and deny ever laughing, when suddenly it hit him. “You mean at my work dinner party? No, but I didn’t think you were serious!”

“What? Why not?!”

“Because there’s no way I’d ever look at someone else,” he deadpanned, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Not when I have you back in my life, it’s just— I thought you were joking!”

You caught your breath, realizing as he tried defending himself that you were crazy angry. You had tears on your face, red cheeks, were panting, and your throat felt rough.

“Well, I wasn’t,” you managed to mutter after calming down. Meanwhile, you could see Jungkook thinking about things as well, and he looked calm and sober, never taking his eyes or hands off you.

“Alright, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I can’t stop anyone from talking to me, but I have told anyone who asked that I was taken.”

“At the party, you introduced me as your friend.”

“That’s exactly why I wanted to make sure!” he blurted out, and as you frowned, he rushed to add, “Not because I’m not in it one thousand percent, but because I don’t want to put words into your mouth or go too fast! Remember? I don’t want to put you in that position again.”

Your lips trembled as your heart ached. You were clearly the one who hadn’t learned from her mistakes.

“And tonight? The girl you saw?” he continued. “She asked me if I was lying about being with someone because she hasn’t seen me with anyone in a while.”

Your jaw hardened as you grumbled, “Well, then. Let’s go back to the club and give her a show—”

“No,” he cut in and stopped you before you could leave the comfortable position you were in, between him and his motorcycle. “I don’t care about what anyone thinks, but I do care about us. I’ll just give your name next time, you fight it out.”

“You want me to fight her?” You raised a skeptical eyebrow as he hugged you.

He chuckled, “No, obviously. I want to walk in with you hand in hand and hug you and kiss you without worrying that you won’t like it because we’re going too fast.”

“You thought I wouldn’t?” You were in disbelief. “I’d always like it.”

“Always?” He looked into your eyes, and your knees were weak. You nodded. “You wouldn't think it's too fast?”

You shook your head eagerly. “No! I want to be with you, the whole deal, the whole package. It's not too fast,” you raised your hand to caress his cheek, “if anything, it's too slow. We need to make up for the time we lost.”

He nodded quietly, licking his lips. “Can we pick it back up where we left it?”

You grabbed his leather jacket and pulled him close. “Yes. Just kiss me, I miss you—”

He captured your lips in a kiss, and you were never so happy to forget about whatever you were saying. You dove headfirst, showing him you were as desperate and crazy about him as he was about you. You could barely breathe, and all thoughts about where you were flew out the window. All you cared about was licking the lingering taste of beer still in his mouth while you grabbed his hair just as firmly as he grabbed yours.

The more he consumed you, pushing his tongue past your lips and sinking his fingers into your hips, the more heated you became. Your thoughts were clouded as you got intoxicated — his taste, his scent, his touch, the lip ring grazing your lip, his hair curling around your fingers. You weren’t thinking, you just had a visceral need to be his again. Not just to correct your wrongs, but to rewrite history.

His hand on your hip raked your dress up to squeeze your ass and you did the only sensible thing possible — you sat on his motorcycle. Instantly, your leg laced around his waist, pulling him closer to you. The hard-on grazing your core told you everything you needed to know; it was your carte blanche.

“Kook, don’t make me wait,” you begged once he gave you a reprieve and kissed down your jaw.

He wasn’t shy about humping you, gripping your leg around him so firmly you were sure it would bruise. “What do you want, bubbles?”

“Need,” you corrected, unapologetically grabbing his head and squeezing your tits between your arms in the process, hoping he’d notice what was right under his nose.

“What do you need?” he breathed, dragging his lips over your chest until he hid in the valley between your breasts.

The anticipation alone was making you throb and clench, gluing your underwear to you while you wished you had no clothes separating your skins. “You. Inside me,” you moaned, feeling his tongue licking every stretch of skin he could while he ground against you roughly. If he were inside you, you’d be undone by now. “Please,” you begged, your voice wavering as you writhed. You leaned in to speak as closely to his ear as possible. “I need to be yours again, please.”

Your voice faded into a whimper when he bit down on one of your tits, yet it wasn’t that that made you gush between your legs, bracing yourself for what you wanted most. He placed you on the bike more firmly, wrapping your other leg around him, then pushed your underwear to the side and skimmed your dripping folds ever so lightly. Enough for you to moan and for him to groan against your chest.

“Fuck… bubbles,” he sounded muffled but you didn’t care, proud that he knew you were more than ready for him.

You weren’t shy from incentivizing him to continue, whispering in his ear, “Feel that? For you,” you moaned, trembling from the sensations shaking you. “I’m so ready for you, you’ll feel so good, please…”

You squirmed, trying to make his fingers touch you more firmly where you needed them, but as usual, Jungkook did what he pleased. He chose to pull his hand away despite your request, and as your pleas shifted to whimpers, he pushed your coat over your shoulder. You shimmied, easily taking it off.

Then, he slid the zipper of your dress down your back and pushed the straps down your arms. Your skin tingled under his touch while you were dazed by the hickeys he was leaving across your chest. Even feeling him unhook your bra didn’t startle you; you only realized his goal when he pushed away all barriers and finally got a nipple inside his mouth.

You had to make your best effort not to let your moans echo in the parking lot. It was so hard, you started trembling, sinking your nails into his scalp, when his hips snapped forward as though he wished he were inside you right now. You showed him you wanted the same by helping him dry humping into you, the fraction of friction enough to have you begging yet again, but he had other plans.

He kept nibbling and torturing your nipple in his mouth while his free hand got under your skirt again, unabashedly going straight for your core.

Your efforts to suppress your moans made your very bones shake as his thumb gently drew circles on your clit. Every new motion elicited a new shudder, to the point you were holding your breath and letting your body unfold along with the pleasure. It was so singular and soft, immediately contrasted by his mouth suckling, making your toes curl.

“Kook, please,” you cried as soon as you could, surfacing to draw a quick breath before sinking into it again.

“What do you need, bubbles?” he asked again, nuzzling and pecking all over your chest as though he was so lost in you, he no longer knew what you needed.

As if that was possible.

“You. Inside me,” you managed to say through the shivers, making your lower belly coil. Every lap of his thumb was a threat to your sanity, pushing you closer. You sank your nails into his scalp and crossed your legs behind him so he’d stay as close as possible. “I need you, I missed you… Kiss me, please.”

Your desperation was obvious in your breathy words, and your heart thumped when his lips left your chest to acquiesce. His mouth was quick to slot in with yours, instantly seeking your taste with his tongue as though being inside you meant in every way possible. You kissed him harder, knowing it would bruise your lips. His thumb disappeared momentarily as he adjusted the clothes between your bodies, and you moaned breathlessly in anticipation. Only what suddenly invaded you was not his hard dick as you had hoped, but two fingers that he curled inside you.

You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut further when he started playing with your slick, getting his fingers properly coated by pulling away and pushing back inside you multiple times.

“How— How could you—” you complained, finally managing to open your eyes.

His eyes sparkled mischievously as he kept you as close as could be with your foreheads pressed together. He chuckled sensually, and you throbbed around his fingers. “Did you forget where we are?” he asked. Your lashes fluttered as you tried to think, but it was impossible while he fingered you with that deliciously slow and consistent rhythm. “Besides, I have to make you a good girl. Make you earn it first.”

His playfulness made your stomach flutter, clenching around his fingers before you even realized how close you were. You gripped him harder, closer to you, so needy you couldn’t think further than him, right there, with you.

“Tell me what you want,” you whispered, trembling with want. He ghosted your lips as you breathed, “Whatever you want, I—”

Everything happened so fast. Your mind was invaded with possibilities of what he might have wanted, from you getting on your knees to suck him to him turning you around and fucking you raw, either way covering your insides white. As if your fantasies weren’t enough, he raised his thumb, trying to give you extra friction. For a split second, you were sure you’d come in seconds.

But then the loud noise of a door slamming open broke through your haze, and everything stilled. Jungkook’s hand stopped as he hugged you closer, hiding your face in the crook of his neck with a possessive grip that quickly turned into a soothing caress.

You heard the laughter and steps of people entering the parking lot not so far from you while your racing heart calmed inside your chest. Jungkook’s scent and embrace were enough to keep you relaxed, but then his hand slid off you slowly, and you cried out quietly. His neck muffled it, but still.

“No…” You whined. “I was right there.”

“Sorry, bubbles.”

You sulked hard and pulled away abruptly to glare at him, but your chin dropped instead. He was casually licking your slick off his fingers while the group of people got inside their car a few rows behind you.

You blinked, befuddled, and before you could say something, he was already kissing you again. The way he pressed himself to you, hard, hot, and tasting of you, scrambled your mind entirely. Licking your taste on his tongue made you grab him close and press him to your needy core. It was enough to move your hips, dry humping him while his hands grabbed your ass and helped.

You were so turned on that the lightest touch was enough to set you ablaze. “Fuck, please… Jungkook, please…”

“I want to, bubbles.” He groaned, kissing down your jaw. “You drive me fucking insane.” You agreed eagerly, nuzzling him while your hands tried to search for his belt. “But I want to take you home.”

“Sounds perfect,” you agreed, unbuckling his belt when he stopped your hands. You faintly heard tires screeching as a car left the parking lot, but your mind was focused on Jungkook.

“Now,” he clarified softly, raising his hand to brush your hair behind your ear. “I need to take you home.”

Suddenly, the lust dictating your every move receded. Your mind was brought to a conversation you two had one month ago, and everything was clearer.

I hate that I brought you here 'cause I wanted to see you here, in my home, as if that could bring back what we once were.

Jungkook always needed to bring you home because you were the woman of his dreams. The one he loved with his whole heart, whom he could never hate.

You cupped his cheeks and nodded, kissing him tenderly. “Take me home, Kook.”

His precious smile meant everything. He quickly helped you fix your clothes and put your coat back on before buckling his belt and giving you the extra helmet he always kept under the seat. Once seated behind him, you kissed the back of his neck before putting your helmet on and holding onto him.

As usual, as soon as the motorcycle engine roared, you let all thoughts fade from your mind. There were no more worries or doubts, just Jungkook taking you back home, as if you had never left.

The way to his home was paved with tenderness and care. He drove carefully, not too slow, not too fast, grabbing your hand on his chest whenever he had to stand still at a red light. You responded by pressing yourself flush to him, molding to his body like a blanket. You knew by the way he touched your leg sporadically or squeezed your hand that he loved every second.

When he parked in the underground garage of his apartment building, no words were exchanged. Not even all the way up to his apartment. You both moved in silent tandem, storing the helmets away, then holding hands and making way to the elevator. You stood close, easily curled up to his chest while you waited, and the familiarity of that moment soothed you. It was just like three weeks ago, just like one year ago; thankfully, nothing had changed.

When you entered his apartment, you hung up your coat on the coat hanger, the same one he had kicked to the floor in a fury one month ago, when you fought. When you drove him insane because, despite the words out of his mouth, the one thing Jungkook never wanted was for you to leave.

You smiled at the memory. “I’m home,” you sighed, stepping in.

His living room was just as you remembered; the blanket you used to snuggle on the couch was still there, as was your favorite coffee mug next to the coffee machine in the kitchen. 

Before you could turn around and tell him how much those little things made you feel at home, his arms wrapped around you from behind. And just like that, you were more than welcomed back, more than safe.

You pulled his arms further around your middle, making him drape over you like a blanket this time.

“Bubbles…”

His whisper in your ear was enough for you to turn around and meet his waiting lips. He didn’t relent his hold for one second; instead, he pulled you flush to him, kissing you gently before softly picking you up from the floor. You held onto him with arms and legs, sighing into his kiss as he carried you.

He placed you gently on the bed, and you were quick to get on your knees so your lips would stay connected to his at all times. You were so heated, pulling his shirt so he’d take it off and welcoming him straight after when he returned his mouth to yours, that you barely noticed his deft fingers sliding your zipper down. Yet as soon as you did, you peeled the dress and everything else as quickly as possible. The moment your lips connected once again, he was unbuckling his belt, and the very sound made you clench unapologetically. You wanted him so much you wouldn’t be able to think until all of him was all over you.

You tried to move, but your foot got stuck, forcing you to turn and look. Your heels were getting tangled in the sheets and you chuckled, sitting back on your butt to take them off. Jungkook smiled too, never taking his eyes off you as he stripped naked. Yet, your eyes drifted from him to the mirror behind him after throwing your heels on the floor. Not just because of the view of his round ass and sculpted back, but the whole image — you on the bed, naked, waiting for him. It reminded you of the first time you got back together, when he moved the mirror on purpose so he could see you.

Before he could put his knees on the bed and embrace you again, you got on all fours and reached out your hand to him. He grabbed it instantly, letting you guide him behind you to face the mirror too.

“I want you to see me every time you look into this mirror,” you told him, kissing his hand before putting it on your body. “Even when I’m not here.”

He brushed his hands down your curves slowly, admiring you in front of him as he got on the bed. Soon, his whole body was a blanket again, covering you from head to toe. His strong chest pressed to your back as his broad shoulders framed you, leaving nothing to the imagination, not even his excitement.

Yet your mind didn’t go there immediately. Instead, you basked in his sweet caresses and kisses as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “I always have, bubbles…”

Your heart thumped loudly inside your chest as you shuddered, knowing he was telling the truth. Knowing that was how deep you were for him.

Jungkook didn’t take long to trace, kiss, and nuzzle every bit of skin you left for him to find, taking pleasure in nibbling and tickling you so you’d squirm and chuckle. Meanwhile, you had no gripe with pressing yourself further into him, scratching his arms, and bucking your hips, trying to get him to align with you. 

At first, he chuckled, playing along, but eventually, he grabbed your hips. “Eager?”

“I’m a good girl, and we’re no longer in a parking lot,” you replied. He nipped your shoulder in retaliation, but you weren’t taunting him. “We’re home, so won’t you come home to me?”

He groaned, grabbing your hair to turn your head so you’d meet his lips. His mouth was needy, almost rough on yours, and you matched him. You were busy meeting his tongue and trying to lick his lip ring when you felt him pressing the head of his cock to your entrance.

Your chin immediately dropped, turning a needy kiss into a messy one, especially when he thrusted shallowly, trying to stretch you to his size. You both groaned, loving the searing pleasure climbing your spine as he bottomed out.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and you whimpered. His fingers started drawing gentle circles on your clit and your hips buckled against him. You could feel him sliding so well, melting under the strength of his arms and the sweetness of his lips. “You’re so wet…”

You bit your lip, letting the way he fit inside you override your senses. It was so easy to let go and forget everything when Jungkook kept whispering sweet nothings into your ear while he rubbed your clit slowly. His hips were even slower, barely moving while he stayed perfectly hard inside you, as though telling you how amazing you felt was more important than fucking you.

It drove you wild; the more gentle his touch, the more you needed more. The more he told you how much he wanted you, the more you craved him. To the point that when he bit your earlobe playfully, you snapped your hips back, making him reach deep and bottom out again.

His hand automatically striked your asscheek, but you felt it like a caress.

“Needy,” he whispered, nibbling your shoulder, and you sighed.

“Only for you.”

His hand darted from your ass to your hair, pulling ever so slightly so you’d arch your back. His hips gained a rhythm, snapping to yours more vehemently while he suckled and took nips at your neck. 

You grunted, dazed and happy. You wanted everything, from his kisses and teases to the way he rutted into you and caged you in like you were his. His fingers left your hair to your core again, knowing how to softly pave the way of your pleasure while your walls clenched around his length, feeling him slide into you so well. The sloppy sounds made you proud.

Until he slowed down and bit your ear again, knowing your squirms were because he was keeping you on edge for far too long.

You were about to call him out when he whispered, “I want to look at you.”

You raised your head to look into the mirror, having completely forgotten about it, and met his gaze. His eyes glistened sweetly, trained on you while his hips kept a sweet rhythm, and you sighed. This was all about you two, not whatever he did before he found you again.

So you raised a hand and guided his sweet lips to meet yours, telling him with a slow kiss that you loved him. You could always have hot, frenzied sex, but right now, you wanted that sweet loving only he could give you.

He understood you perfectly. He pulled out and sat on the bed, grabbing your hand to keep you close while giving you the choice of what would happen next. You rose to your knees and smiled at him, unable to hide how much your heart thrummed with his gentleness toward you. Then, you leaned back, splaying your hair on his pillow while pulling him over you. His eyes eagerly took in your silhouette, including your smile, as you spread your legs and welcomed him. You belonged in his bed, on his pillows, and he belonged to you.

He instantly crushed you to the mattress, sweetly wrapping your legs around him as he kissed you deeply. He didn’t just love you with passion; he lived it too.

Aligning himself with you took a second, and sliding into you, filling you whole, was instantaneous. You gasped as he pecked your cheek and moved with him, knowing this was it. He wasn’t just enjoying feeling you, nor guiding your pleasure in ways that blew your mind. He was looking at you with love and desire unfolding with every thrust. Every time your bodies pieced together, stealing your breath away between one moan and another, his starry eyes stayed on yours, locked together, strengthening the foundations of your commitments until you were ready to cry out.

“Kook…” you breathed, quickly squinting your eyes. You wanted to look at him, but as your insides coiled, ready to be released at any moment, it was harder and harder.

“I’m here, bubbles,” he assured you. He grabbed your hands, pressing them to the mattress next to your head, and you knew that look. Knew that angle, recognised the snap of his hips, and soon the burn stretched through your body, making you keen. He knew you so incredibly well that you weren’t surprised when he sharpened his thrusts. There was no hesitation, just pure want and something deeper and gentler.

Your nails sank into the back of his hands as you bucked your hips, helping him to the last of your strength. Your breathing changed, and so did your moans as you arched your back, and he sank into you. He searched for your mouth, kissing your lips once, twice, with the same cadence as his hips until you collapsed. 

You arched against him, unable to keep your eyes locked with his or that sweet kiss any longer. Your climax floored you, making you scream and tremble as you felt everything. The way he groaned as he hid in your neck, the way his body framed yours with as much gentleness as fucking that need allowed him, and finally, the way he throbbed inside you, releasing warm ropes of cum to make you feel complete.

His lips peppering your neck with kisses quickly reached your own, pressing gently before he lay beside you. 

He pulled you into his arms as you both caught your breath. You rested your head on his chest, and he grabbed your hand. 

“I love you,” he whispered, brushing your knuckles with his lips.

You could hardly be happier. “I love you, too,” you said, kissing his sweaty pec. 

“I need you to know it,” he insisted, looking into your eyes. “When you came back, I felt pathetic. You reminded me of how happy I was before you left me. Of how much it hurt to lose you. Of what I did to try to forget you and how it changed me. So much so, I almost lost you in this whole thing. Even when I knew, as soon as I saw you again, that I wanted no one else. That I wasn't happy with the way I was doing things. That I still love you and want to spend my life with you, even if you tore my life apart when you left.”

You frowned. “Kook—”

“No, I’m saying it because that’s where I stand. This opportunity with you is not just… a gamble or giving it a shot. I love you, I want you, my life isn’t complete without you. No one could ever take your place. It’s been two years since I met you, and this is still true. I want to be with you and be the Jungkook who loves you. Because when you’re in my life, I’m happy and strong enough to live as I dreamt. You're part of all this, of me,” he whispered, kissing your fingers again. “I want you to know that.”

“Kook,” you called, with tears in your eyes. His teary gaze met yours, and you jerked forward to hug him with all your heart. “I love you, too, and I want you too, so much! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I… I should have talked to you immediately. I let it all get to my head. It won't happen again, I promise.”

He nodded, petting your hair as he held you to his chest. “It's part of trying again, right? As long as we figure it out together, I'm happy. But you know what could help?”

You withdrew to look at him with a furrowed brow. “What?” 

He grinned. “A certain ring.”

He pressed his lips to your fingers again, unable to hide a playful smile, while you chuckled.

“One thing at a time.”

He chuckled. “Maybe next year.”

[romanreignsbae]

the warmth between us - chapter 1

a/n: sorry for the delay on this guys! i hope you all enjoy the first chapter of the warmth between us!!!

word count: 4k

tw: just a touch of angst and maybe some fluff! 🥰

Shutting the door behind her, Valentina flipped the sign on her flower shop's door from closed to open. The crisp morning air had her in a good mood for today’s predictably not so busy Tuesday. Opening up barely a month ago, Valentina had come to learn Tuesdays were typically the least busiest day of the week. Streets were empty, barely any cars around, let alone people, especially on this side of town.

To say the least, Valentina surprisingly enjoyed when it was busy. Not only because of the fact she was making her well earned money, though that was surely a plus. She just enjoyed interacting with others. She didn’t get the chance to interact with many people often, so when she could it was always appreciated.

But then again…what did she expect moving to a big city. All alone..no family, no friends, just her and her puppy, Aurora.

It was a sad and quiet experience, but in some way peaceful? She’d never felt so at peace before, but also never so bored.

Valentina has always leaned to be more on the shy side. To people she didn’t know, she was quiet, barely speaking at all. But when she warmed up to someone they’d never hear her shut up.

Nonetheless, opening 'Marianna’s' had always been her dream. From a young age it's all shes ever wanted. Her grandmother, whom she named her flower shop after, was one of the large influences for her love for gardening. Valentina would spend her whole summer break planting flowers all around her house, street, neighborhood. Valentina loved the concept of caring for something so beautiful, it made her feel like she has a purpose.

The phone ringing behind her desk cut off her thoughts. She dropped the pink roses she was holding and rushed to the phone.

"Hi, I'm Valentina, how can I help you?" she asked with a relatively cheerful tone. She didn’t get phone calls often, most people would just drop by. It was simpler that way. She had come to learn when people called, most of the time they had orders.

"Hi! I believe i'm calling ‘Marianna’s’?" The voice on the other side of the phone seemed to come from a woman. She sounded friendly and like she was around her age.

"That's correct,” Valentina wondered who would be calling bright and early at this time. It was unlikely to have customers this early, and rarely did she ever get phone calls. “how can I help you?"

"I actually work right beside you. Reigns Enterprises." Valentina always took notice of the large building, the building which was practically attached to her little shop. It was absolutely humongous, towering over every building in sight. She was impressed they even took notice of her building.

"Wow, really?"

"Yes! My husband’s cousin is actually the CEO," Valentina paused. She had heard of Roman Reigns. The CEO of Reigns Enterprises. She knew he was known for his hostility and hard work ethic. The voice on the other side of the phone spoke again “It's kinda his birthday, and well, we know he doesn't like to do much..so we just thought we'd order some flowers for him. Something small, but meaningful.”

"Aw! That's really sweet of you guys! Is there anything specific you'd like?" A big company like Reigns Enterprises ordering flowers meant a lot. If she made a good impression, the possibility of them ordering again would be likely. "Not at all, we know absolutely nothing about flowers! But, just one small favour, would you mind dropping the flowers off here? I know you may be busy but the streets out are kinda dead.”

Valentina glanced outside, the streets really were dead empty, no one in sight. Plus, it'd be cool to drop off flowers to such a professional company. "You know what, sure!"

"Just tell the people at the front, Naomi ordered flowers. I'll let them know too in case."

Hanging up the phone, Valentina skipped around her shop putting together the best bouquet she could. Grabbing a mix of red and pink roses, she tied it up the bouquet, and locked up her shop. Within less than a minute Valentina was walking into the absolutely humongous, slightly intimidating building.

The interior Reigns Enterprises was nicer then the exterior, if even possible. Valentina could even see her reflection coming off the spotless white floor. She approached the two female sectaries, who gave her a look up and down.

She blushed as she remembered her dress wasn't exactly appropriate to wear in a place like Reigns Enterprises. She smiled kindly before beginning to speak.

"Hi! I'm Val-"

"Yeah, we know, the flower girl. Head on up to the the last floor. Last door in the left hallway." The secretary was straight forward, she had a pair of large square glasses on, with an oversized yellow blouse. She had a look of disapproval on her face. A small frown came across Valentina's face, but was quickly covered up by smile.

She stood in the large elevator with the flowers tucked under her right arm. Following instructions she was headed to the top floor, nervously smiling the few employees that would hop on and off the elevator at each floor.

Knocking on the two large doors, Valentina awaited to finally meet Naomi. Instead what she didn't expect was male voice to respond in a "What?" that sounded so ever bothered.

Valentina gulped softly, before opening the door slowly. There sat a man, an undeniably handsome man, his hair slicked back perfectly, a suit the hugged his seemingly perfect body, and she couldn’t ignore the bothered look spread across his face.

She hadn’t realized she was staring at him, he looked at her dumbfounded. She fiddled with her fingers nervously, speaking in a small voice.

"Hi, i'm Valentina. I'm here to drop off the flowers that were ordered." The man looked at her intently. His face began turning a bright shade of pink, alongside his ears, indicating one thing, anger. “What fucking flowers? I didn't order anything."

"I got a call- They told me-"

"Well, I didn't fucking call. How stupid are you? Do you know who I am?" Valentina was visibly taken back by his sudden lash out. Her cheeks began to heat up of embarrassment. She hadn’t been exposed to this behaviour for…awhile now.

"No..I don't know who you are.." she whispered nervously while staring at the floor. He scowled darkly.

"I own the fucking building your standing in." His voice oozed pure confidence. Valentina peered up at him, as it all clicked. Who else would have a large office at the very top of the building? Roman Reigns.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I believe I was supposed to drop these off to someone by the name of Naomi," Pure fear overcame Valentina's body, wondering if the stories shes heard of this man were true. His brows furrowed slightly. In attempt to be respectful she began to address the reason she was sent here in the first place. "Happy Birthday by the wa-"

"That's it! That's fucking it! Get the fuck out of my office!" His hands slammed harshly on his desk. Valentina's body shook in surprise. She didn't expect that. Tears came to her eyes out of pure shock. She dropped the flowers on the floor and she could feel the tears coming.

Without second thought she ran out of his office, scrambling to the emergency exit staircase. Running down the steps, she left the building, heading back to her own shop. She couldn't believe people were actually so mean.

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"Roman! I can't believe you acted that way! She seemed so sweet!" And beautiful Roman thought to himself. He couldn't believe Naomi actually ordered flowers for him. He rubbed his temples for what felt like the 100th time today.

He was just having a frustrating day, and took it all out on the girl who was told by his dumbass secretaries to come up to his office. He could see the way her eyes watered when he yelled at her. The guilt was now all settling in while Naomi was telling him off.

"I want you to go down there, right now and apologize." Roman chuckled at her words. "In your fucking dreams." Naomi looked at Jimmy for back up. Jimmy scoffed, before then taking notice of Naomi’s very serious look.

"C'mon Uce. Ole girl really did seem nice. Naomi had her on speakerphone. She seems real passionate bout her job." Roman looked daggers his way, while Jimmy looked at the floor, stifling his laugh. Jey, sat on the sofa, also trying not to crack up.

Roman could still vividly remember the way her pretty brown eyes were full of warmth. And how sad they looked after he acted like a goddamn nutcase.

She was beautiful either way though. That was one of the first things he noticed about her. Her beautiful eyes, the way they looked so soft and kind, her soft full lips, and her perfect figure. She was undeniably beautiful.

"I'm not taking no for an answer, Roman." Naomi spoke like she could get Roman out of his seat to go apologize. But, he also knew she wouldn't stop bickering to him about it till he did so. If there was one thing about Naomi, it was that she’s determined. Roman admired the hustle, but also got pissed off time to time.

"Fine," he spoke gruffly. "Don't expect me to fucking mean it though."

"I'll come with you, uce." Jey spoke his eyes moving from his phone to Roman. "Anything to get away from Sami ass."

The pair began to leave the room, Roman moving as fast as he could to just get this dumb shit over with. Jey however taking his sweet time, slightly causing Roman to want to yell at him.

“Her name is Valentina by the way!” Naomi called out as they left the room. A stunning name for a stunning woman, Roman thought to himself.

Roman and Jey both looked up at the girlish flower shop. It was called 'Marianna’s" the whole place was decked out in colour. How fucking ironic. Roman did wonder how the name ‘Marianna’s’ applied to her. Naomi called her Valentina, so this definitely resonated elsewhere.

"Let's do this, fast."

The door of the flower shop was so small, Roman swore if he straightened out he would have a fucking concussion from the short ass doorway. The smell of fresh flowers was all over the small shop. He saw the familiar girl sitting on a crate, sorting out the different coloured roses laid across the floor.

He couldn't seem to ignore the small frown on her face. The frown he may have had something to do with. He didn't know why, but that made his heart twitch. The fuck.

"Hey, sweetheart." Jey spoke slyly catching Valentinas attention. She softly smiled, her plump lips pressing against each other. "Hi, anything I can do to help you?"

Roman didn't know why, but he didn't like Jey talking to her. Calling her sweetheart and shit. That wasn't his place to do so. She got up from the crate she was sitting on and walked towards Jey. She then realized he wasn't exactly alone.

Her eyes moved from Jey to Roman, her smiling dropping. "My big cousin wants to apologize to you.." Jey started talking. Her eyes widened slightly. Roman moved a few steps towards her, maintaining eye contact.

"I'm sorry for speaking to you the way I did..it's- it’s just been a rough day, that's all." He spoke in an exhausted tone. He truly was exhausted. Always being in his office, and living off of 4-5 hours of sleep wouldn’t exactly make him the happiest person.

Her small smile reappeared as she nodded her head understandingly. "It's okay, I get it. We all have those days."

For some reason that made Roman feel even worse. He knows damn well if someone spoke to him that way he’d be pissed the fuck off, but she was so easily forgiving. It made him feel like shit all over again.

She was naive. He could read people well, and knew she was the type to forgive and forget too easily. He realized his anger had slightly simmered down too.

He nodded his head at her before turning around to leave. That's when he realized Jey wasn't moving. He was in a trance staring at her, with a small smile playing on his lips. She giggled when Roman pulled him back roughly by his shoulder catching his attention.

"Time to go. Now." Roman once again didn’t know why, but he felt angry all over again that Jey was looking at her like that. Like he wanted her. He doesn't even fucking know her.

The two left the shop walking back to the building.

"Don't try no shit with her." Jey looked surprised by Roman's tone. He sounded almost possessive. "Why not? You like her?" Jey said half jokingly half serious. His big cousin has never told him off regarding anything to do with a girl. Roman looked at him with a small scowl.

"Fuck no. Just don't try no shit." He spoke with a unwavering voice. He sounded convincing. "Aight, Uce. You got my word.”

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The last thing Valentina expected from Roman was a apology. More surprisingly, a seemingly genuine apology. Her thoughts were cut off again by the door opening. This time a beautiful woman, a woman with a dark complexion walked through the doors of her shop.

"Hi, I'm Naomi. We spoke over the phone," Valentina was now also wondering what Naomi was doing here. “I’m also here to apologize for that whole misunderstanding. I shoulda been more clear with the secretaries instead of sending you straight to Roman’s office.”

Valentina did not expect that. Her eyes widene, not exactly knowing how to respond. “Oh um- that’s totally okay! Mistakes happen.”

Naomi walks towards her, leaning onto a table. “I just thought i’d come here to chill for a bit, feels good to actually interact with a female. I’m stuck with stupid men alllll day long.”

Valentina giggled softly before she decided to switch topics out of curiosity. “Was the man that came here with Roman your husband?”

Naomi laughed loudly. “No, that’s actually his twin brother, Jey.” Twins? “My husbands name is Jimmy.” Naomi looked at Valentina before beginning to speak again.

“You know what, tomorrow head on over to the building, and bring some of your pretty flowers,” Her eyes danced across the shop taking everything in. “You can help me decorate for the business dinner we’re hosting. We don't need anything super crazy, maybe just a little something to make the atmosphere look a little…happier.”

Valentina thought it through. It didn’t seem like a bad idea, and Naomi’s right, some female interaction even for her would be nice. “Sounds good, i’ll be there!"

Naomi smiled pleased, she stood up straight and walked to the door. “Be there 9 on the dot! See ya, Val!”

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Walking into the same building that almost had her shedding tears, Valentina felt a wave of anxiety in her stomach. She had her rolling stand full of boxes with all sorts of flowers and decorations.

She was almost..scared? Not necessarily scared of the people, just the situation. Roman.

He’s all that’s been on her mind. The way he was utterly upset with her, but also genuinely apologized to her.

Maybe he wasn’t as bad as he seemed?

This time Valentina didn’t bother approaching the secretaries. Naomi texted her to inform security would just let her in, and she could go straight to her office.

Walking in, there Naomi stood laughing with two men. Twins. The man with the shorter hair who she recognized to be the man who came with Roman yesterday. And the other man with longer hair, hair that was coloured half red, that was obviously Naomi’s husband.

“H-hi..” Making her presence aware.

The trio all turned to look over with smiles on their faces. Valentina took in how similar the twins looked, hair being a way to tell them apart.

“Yay, you’re here!” A smiling Naomi walked over linking arms with Valentina.

“This is my husband Jimmy,” Naomi pointed at the man with long hair. Jimmy smiled kindly at her, with a small wave. “Wudup?!” Valentina could already tell Jimmy was a ball of energy. “And this is Jey, my brother in law.”

Jey seemed to be a little more serious. But a smile formed on his face nonetheless, added alongside a small nod.

“Aight! Let’s start then!”

While working on putting the meeting together, Valentina couldn’t ignore the way Jey kept on staring at her. Jey would stare at her for minutes on end, looking like he was trying to figure her out. It almost gave her a weird feeling in her tummy. She didn’t know if she liked him staring at her or not.

However, within 30 minutes, the four of them had the meeting room looking happier, more alive. Naomi had a look of proudness on her face. “We did a pretty good job.”

“Damn straight. Wait till Roman sees this he’s gonna be impres-”

The door behind them opened abruptly. Turning around, there Roman stood. Valentina took notice in his perfectly pulled back hair, and his sleek black suit. He looked…well..like a business man.

“You guys did a pretty good job,” Roman glanced around the room, with almost a hint of impression on his face. Valentina wanted to impress him.

Unaware of the fact he was staring almost directly at her. Valentina’s cheeked turned a warm shade of pink as she broke eye contact. She could still feel his eyes on her and as she looked down at the floor.

“O-Okay, i’m gonna head out..”

“I’ll walk you ou-” Jey was cut off by Roman. “No. I’ll walk you out.”

A scowl appeared on Jey’s face which was quickly followed by his fists clenching, then unclenching. Roman took notice immediately, barking, “Is there a fucking problem?”

“Nah, Uce. No problem at all.”

Naomi and Jimmy shared worried glances taking in the situation. Jey was a hothead, and Roman was just…well, Roman. Roman had an amused look on his face, with a small smirk playing on his lips. He always got what he wanted.

Everyone knew the cousins could get along well enough, and in the blink eye turn into each others fucking enemies. Its just the way Roman and Jey have always been. No one questioned it. There was no need to. It’d been this way since they were kids.

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Walking into the elevator together, Valentina couldn’t help but notice the strong masculine scent coming off Roman. He smelt…expensive.

“Ya’ll did a good job, I can give you that.” His tone wasn’t hostile like yesterday. He sounded like a genuine normal person.

Valentina always loved hearing positive feedback from people regarding her job. This was definitely something she would not be taking lightly. The Roman Reigns just told her he was impressed with her work.

Her cheeks once again felt heated as she replied hesitantly. “Thank you…it..means a lot.”

“How long you been into flowers?” Valentina surely didn’t expect Roman to keep the conversation going. It was unlike him to.

“Well…my grandma introduced me to more so gardening. We used to plant all sorts of flowers though. When I was younger i’d always help her garden in our backyard. Every summer it was all we’d do.” Valentina felt a wave of emotion come through her. Eyes watering at the thought of her favourite person, Valentina felt so suddenly small and vulnerable. “I miss her so much..”

Roman’s eyes softened at her words. He stared at her as he debated on how to reply. He wasn’t all too good with this feelings shit. “I understand…loss is hard on everyone,” Debating if he should continue speaking, he settled on not being a total dick. “Everyday it gets easier and easier. I promise. Can I ask when your grandmother passed?”

Valentina eyes widened in surprise to Roman’s reaction. She didn’t expect any comfort from him. And especially not a follow up question. Today was completely full of surprises.

She smiled softly at the thought of her grandma. The kindest, most caring, and beautiful person to ever grace her in life.

“She passed away about 3 months ago. She had just turned 83. I actually opened this flower shop in honour of her. She taught me all about flowers and gardening.”

Roman nodded his head, with an unreadable look on his face. “Shit, so her death was recent. I’m not surprised you’re still upset about it. It was recent. But, like I said, day by day, shit does get easier.”

A smile spread across Valentine's face. Roman couldn't help but softly smile back at her. This damn girl was contagious. He didn't know why but a smile on her face, made him feel....at ease?

The elevator opening stopped Romans thoughts. He moved aside for her to step out first. He didn't know why but he felt the need to be kind to her. Poor girl owned a small flower shop, and looks like she’d cry is anyone raised their voice at her. He had some lingering guilt in him from his little breakdown he had yesterday.

Walking out the doors of the elevator, Valentina couldn't help but notice the nasty side eyes the same secretaries were giving her. She never liked have eyes on her, and felt herself becoming nervous.

Breathing out as they finally leave the building, Valentina goes to thank Roman. "I really appreciate your advice," she truly did. He obviously seemed to know what he’s talking about. It couldn’t help but to cross Valentina’s mind if Roman has ever lost anyone that meant a lot to him. Nonetheless she replies in a simple way. “And you’re right. Day by day things do get easier."

Roman nodded with a small smile on his face. Walking to the front of Valentina’s flower shop, Roman planted his feet, eyes lingering from the bottom of the shop, to the top.

“I’ll give to you. You’ve done a pretty good job with the place already. I see people walking round here with flowers all the time recently,” Valentina blushed profusely over his praise.

His eyes moved back to her, he looked unsure of what to say next, but spoke with confidence nonetheless. “Tell you what, if you need any business advice, or even someone to talk to, you know where to find me.”

He was so bold. Valentina could barely respond with the mixed emotions coming over her. She barely mumbled out a quiet “thank you,” before smiling softly, staring at the floor. “I appreciate it.”

Roman nodded his head, his eyes moving over her once more before he turned around, walking back to his building, leaving her with a bundle of emotions to unpack.

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[aventurineswife]

Can we have Jing Yuan coming home to find Reader asleep on the couch? 💛

The Sound of Silence

Summary: Jing Yuan returns home after a long day of work. He finds you asleep on the couch, having waited for him. As he watches over you, he feels a rare sense of peace, reflecting on the comfort your presence brings him amidst his responsibilities. The two share a quiet, tender moment, with Jing Yuan offering affection and reassurance as you sleep beside him.

Tags: Jing Yuan x Reader, Fluff, Romance, Tender Moments, Comfort, Slow Burn, Soft Jing Yuan, Domestic, Sweet.

The steady hum of the Xianzhou Luofu filled the air as Jing Yuan stepped into his quarters. He had returned from another long day overseeing the Cloud Knights, his mind constantly turning over strategies and plans for a future he knew would always be in motion. Yet, when he crossed the threshold into his private space, something shifted. The weight of the world outside felt lighter, and for a moment, it was as though time slowed to match the peacefulness of the room before him.

His eyes softened as they landed on you. There, nestled comfortably on the couch, your form curled into the cushions with an air of tranquility that was a stark contrast to the frenetic pace of his daily life. It was clear you had fallen asleep while waiting for him. He could see the faint rise and fall of your chest, the way your breath slowed to a peaceful rhythm, the calmness of your face free from the concerns of the world. His lips curled into a fond smile.

His steps were quiet as he moved across the room, careful not to disturb you. Jing Yuan had seen many things in his long life—battles, victories, losses—but there was something remarkably grounding about these simple moments. Your presence, warm and unpretentious, always reminded him of the quiet beauty that still existed, even in the midst of chaos.

He knelt beside the couch, his sharp gaze softening as he watched you sleep. The moonlight from the nearby window bathed the room in a cool, silvery glow, casting shadows that made everything feel more serene. He could see the faintest curve of your lips in a peaceful expression, and it made his heart inexplicably lighter. His fingers hovered for a moment, uncertain, before he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You didn’t stir. He chuckled softly, his voice barely a whisper.

“I guess I’m not the only one who enjoys a nap, hm?” His words, though spoken aloud, seemed to be only for the two of you.

The long, elegant folds of his attire rustled slightly as he stood, now leaning against the edge of the couch, watching you with a quiet affection. How you could fall asleep so easily while he was so often lost in thought was beyond him, but it was a quality he envied. He needed only a few moments to himself to regain his focus, but you—always so at ease—had an ability to find peace in the simplest of moments.

Jing Yuan's gaze flicked down to the space next to you, and, with a sigh, he gently removed his gauntlet and set it on the table. Slowly, he lowered himself onto the couch beside you, careful not to jostle you from your slumber. His body felt the familiar ache of a long day, the tension from his position as Arbiter-General lingering in his shoulders. But here, in this moment, there was no war to fight, no decisions to make. There was just you.

The gentle rhythm of your breathing was all he needed to relax. Jing Yuan stretched his legs out, and his gaze remained fixed on you, drinking in the tranquility you exuded. It was almost funny, he thought—he spent so much of his life planning, strategizing, managing conflict, and yet the moments when he was most at peace were those spent by your side, even in silence.

He reached out once more, this time running his fingers through your hair, the touch tender and affectionate. He could feel the weight of the day’s burdens lift off his shoulders just by being near you. The world could wait.

"I'll be here when you wake," he whispered, settling his head back on the couch.

And there, in the quiet glow of the Luofu’s halls, Jing Yuan found peace once more, his heart tethered to the calmness you brought into his life.

Hours later, you stirred, the soft sound of a sigh escaping your lips. When you opened your eyes, you found yourself face to face with the person who had, unknowingly, been a balm for your own restless mind. His eyes were warm, not sharp or calculating as they usually were, but full of tenderness—a rare, fleeting softness that only you seemed to bring out of him.

“Did I wake you?” you asked sleepily, still half-dazed by the weight of slumber.

“No,” he replied with a small smile. “I was waiting.”

You chuckled softly, reaching up to gently touch his cheek. “Waiting for me to wake up?”

“Waiting for you,” he confirmed. “It’s the little things that matter.”

You blinked, not entirely sure what he meant, but before you could inquire further, Jing Yuan leaned down and placed a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead. The action, so simple, was a promise—of patience, of time, and of unwavering presence.

“Rest now, my dear,” he murmured, brushing a thumb across your knuckles. “Tomorrow is another day.”

And with that, he relaxed into the couch once more, the two of you enveloped in a silence that felt as though it would stretch on forever, timeless and peaceful, just as you both deserved.

[thirteenheavens]

Hi!!! Can you do a minghao breeding kink? Tysmmm

Summer Party || Xu Minghao x Reader

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Minghao watches you interact with the children at the summer party, his eyes darkening with desire as he imagines you carrying his child. "You look so beautiful with kids," he whispers in your ear, his hands settling possessively on your waist. "I can't stop thinking about how good you'd look pregnant with mine."

You blush at his words, feeling a familiar heat pooling in your stomach. "Minghao..." you protest softly, but there's no denying the way your body responds to his fantasies. Later that night, back in your bedroom, Minghao's touches become more urgent and needy. "I want to fill you up," he murmurs against your skin, his fingers tracing your abdomen. "Want to breed you full of my babies."

"I know it's not the right time," Minghao says softly, nuzzling your neck. "But seeing you with those kids... it just did something to me." His hands continue to roam your body, gentler now, but still filled with desire. "Can I still take care of you?" he asks, his voice low and husky. "Let me make you feel good tonight."

You melt into his touch, knowing that even though you're not ready for children yet, the image he's planted in your mind won't leave anytime soon. "Yes," you whisper, spreading your legs for him. Minghao's lips curve into a smile as he settles between your legs, his eyes dark with need. "You're so perfect," he murmurs, tracing your entrance with his fingers.

"So wet and ready for me." He pushes two fingers inside you, groaning at the way you clench around them. "Always so tight and perfect for my cock." His thumb finds your clit, circling it in time with his thrusts as he watches your face for reactions. "Tell me how you want it," he commands softly, his free hand caressing your breast.

"Hard," you moan, arching your back into his touch. "I want it hard and deep. Make me feel it tomorrow." Minghao's eyes flash with desire at your words. "As you wish," he growls, pulling his fingers out to position himself at your entrance. "I'll make sure you can't walk straight tomorrow." He thrusts into you in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he groans, starting a punishing pace that has you crying out in pleasure.

Minghao's hands tear at your clothes, his movements frantic with need. "Need to feel all of you," he pants, yanking your shirt over your head and tossing it aside. The cool air hits your bare skin as he continues to pound into you, his fingers digging into your hips as he lifts them off the bed. "Want to see every inch of you while I breed you."

His own clothes soon follow, discarded carelessly as he becomes consumed by the desire to claim you completely. "Mine," he growls possessively, his eyes roaming your naked form hungrily. Minghao bottoms out with each thrust, his cock reaching deeper than ever before. "You're taking me so well," he groans, one hand moving to rub your clit.

"Can feel myself hitting your cervix," he pants, his pace becoming more erratic as he chases his release. "Gonna fill you up with my cum, fill you up until you're dripping with it." Your body trembles beneath him, the combination of his deep thrusts and skilled fingers driving you closer to the edge. "Minghao, I'm close," you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders. Minghao's teeth sink into his lower lip as he feels your walls flutter around him. "Come for me, baby," he commands, his hips snapping against yours relentlessly.

"Let me feel you cum on my cock," he growls, his thumb working faster circles on your clit. "Show me how much you love being bred." Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, your body tensing and trembling as you cry out his name. The feeling of your walls squeezing him triggers his own release, and he buries himself deep inside you with a guttural moan.

"Take it all," he gasps, filling you with hot spurts of cum. "Take every drop of my seed." Minghao's cock continues to pump into you, even as he empties himself inside you. "I can't stop," he groans, his body still riding the high of his orgasm.

"Need to make sure it takes," he pants, his hips moving in shallow thrusts. "Need to make sure my cum stays deep inside you." Your overstimulated body shudders with each movement, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the intense pleasure. "Minghao, please..." you whimper, not sure if you can take much more.

He finally slows to a stop, but keeps himself buried inside you, pressing his forehead against yours. "I'll take care of you now," he whispers, peppering your face with gentle kisses. Minghao holds you close, his cock still pulsing inside you as he strokes your hair soothingly. "You were amazing," he murmurs against your skin, his heartbeat gradually returning to normal.

He reaches for a towel to clean you up, his movements tender and gentle. "Let's get you cleaned up and comfortable," he says softly, helping you onto shaky legs. Once you're settled in bed, he wraps his arms around you from behind, spooning you protectively. "I know I got a bit carried away," he admits quietly. "But seeing you like that... it makes me want to keep you all to myself."

"I'm sorry if I went too far," he says before you can speak, his voice laced with concern. "I just... lost control for a moment." You turn in his arms to face him, reaching up to caress his cheek. "You didn't go too far," you reassure him. "I enjoyed it, even if I might be sore tomorrow."

A small smile plays on your lips as you add, "And maybe we should explore that breeding kink of yours a bit more in the future."

[ghoulishhx]

hi hii! omg i've been busy binging your blog and I LOVE IT #needthat

Do you think you could write about Frank and like.. angry sex? 🫢😚 Or i'd love to read the bar sex idea you had.

hi baby!! and I'm so glad you like bc if you couldn't tell i also #needthat

but THIS. I imagine it like possessive/jealous sex? fucking you in his truck vibes after a night out bc he got so pissed watching all the dumb boys at the bar staring at you like you were a piece of meat, so how does frank deal with this? dragging you from your seats and fucking ruining you in the backseat of his truck 🤭

more below the cut :3 18+ MDNI

possessive frankie drabble

"you frankie, only you" you whine as he reaches beneath your dress, pealing your soaked panties from your core and slipping them into his back jean pocket. he hums appreciatively at your already dripping centre,

"frank! what are you-" your boyfriend cuts you off, grabbing your wrist and pulling you from the bar, dragging you through the parking lot as you shiver in the cool of the night. his sudden movements made you leave your jacket inside but that's the least of his worries right now, he can just buy you a new one. your eyes meet briefly and his pupils are blown with a mixture of rage and lust.

your breath hitches in your throat as frank grabs your hips and pulls you into a bruising kiss, pushing you up against the side of his truck as he tastes the inside of your mouth with his tongue, groaning at the way you tug at his hair, wrapping your leg around his.

"fuck, couldn't stand how everyone was lookin' at what's mine," he grunts as he removes his lips from yours and trails them down your neck, nibbling at the skin as he reaches the swell of your breasts.

"thinkin' they had a chance," he scoffs at the thought, his breathing rapid "ya fuckin' gorgeous, doll. shit, y'dunno how much i wanted to kill every damn boy in that place for how they were sizin' you up.." frank mumbles into you as he reaches behind you and opens the door to the backseat, pushing you down as he towers over you. "had to drag ya out before i did somethin' to 'em, who do you belong to, hmm? need to hear it"

"fuckin' soaked baby, all f'me? drippin' all over my seat, desperate for my cock, aint ya?" he darkly chuckles as he thumbs your clit with one hand, the other palming his straining bulge through his pants.

"need it frankie, need you.. make me yours." you moan, arching your back and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into kiss your neck. he takes your request and sucks bruises into the sensitive skin, marking you as his and his alone.

"my needy fuckin' girl," he coos, soothing the marks he covered you in with his tongue, before freeing his cock from his jeans and boxers, only pulling them down slightly to expose himself.

"don't worry baby, I'll give ya what you need. better not cover up any of your pretty noises, alight? want everyone to know who you belong to."

without warning, he slips himself fully inside of you, filling you to the hilt. you hiss as he stuffs you, leaving no time to start hungrily thrusting into you, the pace rough and passionate.

frank wraps his hand around your neck, squeezing firmly to elevate your pleasure with his other hand against the backseat, holding himself upwards to watch you come undone on his cock.

"fuckin' taking me so well, like y'were made for me. feel good, huh?"

you nod your head as you whine, nails dug into his back and legs wrapped around him like a vice. Frank firmly taps the side of your face with his fingers,

"use your words doll, tell me how good I'm makin' ya feel."

"s-so fucking good frank, shit. making me feel so good.."

"attafuckingirl doll, fuckin take it, no one else can make ya feel as good as i do," his thrusts quicken, the sounds of skin slapping against each other fills the truck as well as your moans and his grunts. anyone passing by knows damn well what's going on and neither of you give a fuck. "yeaaah that's it, who does this fuckin' perfect pussy belong to, huh?"

"you frank, fuck only you. no one else" you babble mindlessly, your impending orgasm coiling in your stomach. "I'm so close, please baby don't stop-"

frank briefly ignores your pleas, picking you up and putting you on your knees before slipping back inside of you, wrapping his hand in your hair as he pulls you closer to him. this new angle makes you see stars as you come undone on his cock, your cunt gushing around him as you whimper his name. a harsh smack lands on your ass as he fucks you through it, the skin instantly reddening.

"dirty fuckin' girl, letting me fuck ya wherever and whenever I want" he darkly chuckles as his pace only quickens, the overstimulation making you yelp.

"shit frankie.. too much toomuch-"

"nah sweetheart, you can take it, and ya will. c'mon be a good girl yeah? lemme have my way with ya." you whine has he continues fucking you intensely, his own orgasm approaching rapidly.

it's not long before he fills you up, pushing deeper and deeper as he fills you with his seed, marking you as his in the most primitive way. begrudgingly, he pulls out of you only to whistles at the sight of him leaking out of you, staining the seats with your mixed juices.

"fuckin' perfect. and all mine. all fuckin' mine."

"all yours frankie, only yours"

a/n: is this angry enough???? idk LOL does possessive even count as angry idfk I haven't slept i hope this is okay

[halogenwarrior]

I'm going to go back and reblog already finished polls when I finish the media in question so: (Note in this case I finished the anime only, I don't have anything against manga but from what I understand the only remaining arc is unfinished and I have no interest in following an unfinished arc and forgetting all the details while waiting months for the next installment, when it's done I'll read it)

And based on what I've seen even if I heard the last arc is better, what I've seen has way too little focus on women to get a likes vote even if they were treated perfectly and the whole "oh it only has a few women but they are treated well" seems like it's eliding over a lot of criticisms you could give it on that front, as follows:

So let's see, Melody is ok but a pretty minor character who gets a backstory but isn't really affecting the plot, and you could criticize how they make the not conventionally attractive character's motivation/backstory be about how she's upset about being made to look that way and wants to make sure it doesn't happen to other people rather than her appearance being incidental to her story. Palm has the problem of being the only woman on the Chimera Ant mission who's also the only one to fail in her objective and get captured, not to mention her mental instability is very much framed in a gendered "woman be crazy about romance" way. Bisky's plot role is a fine enough mentor role but she's. not allowed to just be an older and more buff/muscular woman she has to be insecure about it and make herself appear like a cute child, and everyone always makes fun of her for it every time she's on screen (while old man mentors just get to look like cool old men). With Alluka it's nice that she is treated with respect as a trans girl and people who misgender her are shown to be wrong and cruel, but I don't get the "amazing representation" claims (maybe she gets more developed in the next arc I haven't read?) when she's really just a plot device for her powers with the occasional nod to how she feels bad about being treated as a plot device. The women in the Phantom Troupe are at least treated the same as the male ones but don't get that much focus, Pakunoda really only gets developed immediately leading up to her death (even if her death doesn't seem misogynistically written or disrespectful to her). There is definitely a lot of "girl has power to enslave men and make them fall in love with her because girls are the romance and seducing men gender and that's a Girl Superpower" (e.g Baise, Zazan if I remember right), the chimera ants in general tend to fall into the "men are monstrous women are humanoid and sexy" trend. Komugi is actually my favorite of them and one of my favorite characters in the show, and while I don't think her being portrayed as self-deprecating, easily crying and physically weak is sexist (it fits with the themes of the show and her role as an ordinary, disabled civilian in an oppressive country from a family with no money, trapped in a world where your existence can only be justified by power, wealth and strength, and how that warps one's self esteem around the one talent you have that you are told is the only thing that can justify your existence), what I do think is sexist about her writing is her ending. It never feels like her dying along with Meruem is a tragedy for her sake about her not being able to find value in her life, but more like she was only ever there to bolster Meruem's arc and trigger his character development and she could just be gotten rid of in the end when they need a capstone for his arc and she's no longer necessary for his development. I would rather she survived and continued as a recurring character to work through her own psychological struggles, realizing just what she's been involved with, and what has happened to her country, or if she died at least have it be treated as a tragedy for her own sake in not being able to overcome how she's been taught her value as a human being is conditional.

So yeah I would definitely disagree that the women are treated fine and the only problem is that there are few of them.

Does Hunter x Hunter like women?

Hunter X Hunter (Manga/Anime, 1998/1999)

Explain your reasoning in the tags!

[tryingahandinholdingapen]

I keep forgetting to type this up so this may not be as well written as I'd like but I feel like I gotta get it down before I forget about it

anyway

TCF AU in which the Henituse are in fact just as mad about inheritance as most other nobles, they just happen to approach it completely differently and therefore nobody (...outside of Henituse of territory) is aware of this

Side effects of this include the Henituse family generally getting along better + being tighter knit than in canon, and KRS!Cale not having to worry as much about doing anything out of character for og!Cale because others can make the actions fit <-sorry this doesn't really make sense before I've explained the rest of the AU I may be doing this out of order

UH okay so

I'm using the Stans and the Crossmans as my reference for what other nobles may be like in regards to inheritance btw, since I don't recall much information about how any others in the Roan Kingdom deal with it (yes I know the Crossmans are royalty not mere nobility, I'm doing the best I can with the info I got)

Anyway. My point is that most nobles in Roan might view inheritance something along the lines of

- There is one (1) position that matters and that is Leader Of The Territory, whether that be duke/count/king/whatever, that's the one position that matters

- Every potential heir is gunning for this one position, and generally (may be exceptions in some households or in extenuating circumstances) does not support each other at all. Every man for himself

- Whoever currently holds that Leader position probably doesn't care too much about what their potential heirs do to try and secure that position for their own future..

- ...which means that sabotage, violence, messing with each others' alliances or reputations as well as forming their own, and using even less scrupulous means (cough assassins cough) to try and secure their own position or fuck each other over are ALL very much on the table (your milage may vary depending on how nice your particular family is)

- Outsiders are more or less aware of the ongoing fight for whatever position, as well as how it's going for each party, and can+will take sides themselves in supporting a potential heir, dependent on how important the family is

- If you are a potential heir and you do not end up getting that One Position then depending on how nice your particular family is you'll end up somewhere between "brutally murdered" (...Stans I'm looking at you), "have to get a job + support yourself, with varying extents of help from whoever leads the territory", "okay cool no responsibilities but still some inherited wealth you get to do Fuckall Forever"

This post is getting way too long so I'm putting a read more before I put the Henituse rules and then I'll reblog this post to write about how I think this could affect the canon Henituse (Deruth as well as both his late wife and current wife, OG!Cale, KRS!Cale, Basen, Lily)

And then there's the Henituse who...don't follow any of those rules about inheritance. They have their own, entirely separate rules, for all this. Everyone else assumes they don't have any inheritance bullshit going on - and to be fair, in some generations, they don't! In some generations, it's all resolved very quickly and neatly and it's no big deal. Other times it's a massive mess or takes absolute eons to sort out but it's an INTERNAL AFFAIR that others don't hear of and also they're not anywhere near as hostile to each other so like...nobody knows this. This is how the Henituse have been running affairs for basically forever and it works very well so they've kind of just kept doing it

Um. Here's some rules for how inheritance works for the Henituse

1) The biggest difference to note is that the Henituse do not only have one position (Count, at the beginning of TCF, I guess that switches to Duke when they become a duchy though). Instead they have broken up every possible role into about as smaller pieces as they can, and made each of those a separate position, so that there's like...more than twenty

Some examples of these positions/roles/jobs:

- Count/Duke, obviously

- Knight/in charge of all knights

- Guard/in charge of all guards

- Information gathering (may or may not be separated into "civilian friendly", "welcome to the underworld" and "okay now you're getting involved in things outside of the Henituse territory (military, marrying out into other households, etc) and reporting back" versions)

- Information control (instead of gathering information they're controlling what information others get e.g. starting or spreading rumours, planting evidence, etc.) This one may or may not be further separated into like "this is legal and there will be no/minor problems if you get caught" and a "okay good luck dealing with the underworld" versions of the role

- Free good stuff for the territory/kingdom e.g. anything involved with charity or things that benefit the public at the expense of the Henituse. This probably includes anything to do with orphanages and some things to do with taxes maybe

- Ambiguous role thats in direct opposition to any crime/underworld in their territory

- Effective second in command to above role

- And an admin type role for the two aforementioned, if necessary

- Ambiguous role that minimises harm to their civilians by PERSONALLY running+controlling crime/underworld in their territory

- Effective second in command for above role

- and admin for the aforementioned two, if necessary

- Admin role to assist Count/Duke

- let's have our own personal mage

- let's have our own personal researcher for [insert topic that directly benefits territory here]

- consort/wife/husband type role to whoever is the current Count/Duke. In charge of hosting parties/events and networking with others in the equivalent role

You get the gist there's a lot of potential roles. It's impossible for them all to be filled by direct family members of the Henituse at any given time, which is the POINT. Ideally they want each potential heir to occupy a separate role from each other, and for each to choose something that they personally are interested in + would excel at. The remaining roles that aren't fulfilled by them are either left unfulfilled, if deemed unnecessary or if they don't have the people to fill 'em, or they're rolled together with other role(s) and one person then takes on the combined position of those, or they're given to trusted members of extended family and/or trusted subordinates. But like the point is that everyone gets a defined role and hopefully everyone gets a defined role that they specifically chose that suits them

You could also choose to marry/get adopted out of the Henituse and say "actually, I am prioritising my new family and will therefore not be working as much/at all for the Henituse anymore". In which case you're still expected to be working towards the betterment of the Roan Kingdom

Or you could get disowned. That works too

2) Directly related to there being so many roles...terms and conditions apply (there's age cutoffs and exceptions in case of illness or disability) but for the most part? If you're a Henituse you have to be working for the betterment of the Henituse territory and/or the Roan Kingdom, or if you're too young for that yet, you have to be actively working towards that goal. There is no option to slack off or coast off inherited wealth. Reports are required, either from you or about you from those around you, at least three times a year, with either "here's what I'm/they're doing" or "here's why I'm/they're not doing anything <- this is for illness, disability, or extenuating circumstances"

(I'm so sorry KRS!Cale. No slackers' life for you)

There's fairly strict rules about this. If you miss a report (there's a fairly long time you can submit them in! like at least 2-4 months. just get them to whoever currently runs the territory) then you get a limited time extension. If you miss that then you're suspended/put on default duty (more on what that is in a minute). If you miss a second report in a row (not counting the extension on the first report) then you risk getting disinherited. If you do fuckall for over a year without a single word about why (in other words if you miss 3 reports in a row AND there's no word from anybody else on what you're doing in that time frame that would excuse you) then fuck you you're getting disowned

(Again I am so sorry KRS!Cale)

3) Because there are multiple people and multiple roles in play, things can potentially get a whole lot more complicated than "I want to be Count and I want everyone else to NOT be the Count". Because theoretically every single person involved may have

- opinions on what role(s) they want for themself

- opinions on what role(s) they DO NOT want for themself

- opinions on what role(s) they want [insert another person] to have

- opinions on what role(s) they DO NOT want [insert another person] to have <- this may be because they think the other person isn't suited for it or because they personally want that role and therefore they don't want anyone else getting it because of the preference for everyone to get a separate role to each other

And then multiply that by approximately a thousand for the like 20+ roles there probably are, and then make it several times more complicated for every additional potential heir that is involved because that drastically increases the potential different combinations

It's a lot!!!

Anyway that means that in any generations that do have disagreements about inheritance things get SO fucking messy words cannot describe,,,I'm laughing just thinking about it oh my god

4) Therefore, as equal parts "necessary damage control" and "the Henituse are genuinely a lot nicer about inheritance + each other than most noble families" there are...rules. About the infighting. Jfbsjfbjdnf

Okay rule number one on that front is that you must not harm or cause genuine distress to any other family member or potential heir (no fucking assassins in this household thank you very much). Rule number two is that, ideally we want a family that loves and respects each other, but bare minimum you must look out for each other and have SOME small element of trust+mutual respect there. Rule number three is no involving outsiders. This is an internal matter about inheritance it's not a fucking civil war in the making (....I will forever be mildly puzzled about the whole,,,different factions supporting different princes thing. that seems like it had potential to escalate so badly if, yk, they didn't have much bigger problems cropping up) and therefore you WILL NOT have outsiders sabotage other heirs' chances at any given position, and any allies of yours should either be your ally or the Henituse's ally but NOT EVER an enemy of the Henituse as the whole or of the other potential heirs'. Rule number four is that no matter what else you do you MUST NOT disadvantage the Henituse as a whole nor the Roan Kingdom as a whole, under any circumstances

The fact that they can't harm each other or each others' chances for a position means that their options are to just work really hard to prove that THEY personally are a better fit for it, try to go convince the other themself that [blank] would be a better idea, or resort to psychological warfare (without tripping over the line of "harm or genuine distress"), or start doing elaborate social engineering + crafting their own and each others' reputation. No physical harm here only (limited) psychological/emotional/social harm <3

But again like there are limits to that. Not too much harm. If you're not still 100% happy thinking of the others as your family (even if only distant family) who you'd be glad + not too uncomfortable to eat a meal with, you fucked up. If you ever make a family member feel unsafe around you you definitely fucked up

[sissylittlefeather]

Kink Madness: Round 11

Flashing vs Cum Play

Who will win the Exhibitionism Division? Don't forget to vote and reblog!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut, public sex, Elvis is angry in one, so he gets a little rough

Flashing: TTWII Elvis

This is the first show they're filming for the new concert documentary. Elvis is so nervous he can barely breathe. He paces and sweats and cusses and chugs water and you sit there on his little vanity watching.

“Baby, what if I forget the words again?”

“You won't.” You coo, soothingly.

“I keep fuckin’ forgetting the words.” He runs his hand through his hair and looks up at the ceiling. “I can't do this. Not with the cameras on me. I hafta tell ‘em they can't film.”

You wrack your brain for some way to calm him down, but you haven't seen your husband this keyed up since the Singer special in 1968.

“Elvis, you know that's not an option.”

“I don't have a choice, doll! I can't do it!” He stops pacing for a second and looks at you, his eyes round, and for a moment he looks like the boy you met in 1958.

“Come here.” You open your arms for him to come to you but he shakes his head and goes back to pacing.

“Too nervous.” This is the worst you've ever seen him. Even in ‘68 there was a feeling that if it flopped he'd just give up. This is different. Now people have expectations. But you're not about to let him be his own worst enemy. You look around the room for something to distract him and then it dawns on you. There is one thing you can try. It's risky, but if it works the payoff will be worth it. You go to work with your hands and then whisper.

“E, look at me.” He continues pacing and shakes his hand in your direction. “Elvis.”

“Honey, I'm–”

“Elvis Aaron Presley. Look at your wife.” The use of his middle name stops him and he turns to you, ready to be annoyed. But then he stops dead in his tracks and lets his mouth fall open.

You've untied your wrap dress and are now holding it so that he can see your body in nothing but panties. Your nipples harden with the cool air on them and he stares, his eyes drifting up and down your frame.

“Goddamn, baby.”

“Now will ya come here?” He adjusts his jumpsuit at the crotch and then moves across the room to you. His hand reaches out slowly as his thumb grazes the skin of your breast.

“EP, it's time!” It's Joe on the other side of the dressing room door.

“Fuck.” Elvis whispers and then hollers back. “Okay, I'm comin’.”

You quickly pull your dress back together and tie it closed. He looks back down at you and sighs.

“Rather just stay back here with you.”

“I'll be right here when you finish. Go get ‘em, Tiger Man.” He growls and then leans down to kiss you passionately. Joe yells something again and Elvis groans as he pulls back. He adjusts his cock again to be up under his macrame belt and then heads for the door. When he gets there, he turns back to you.

“Hey, doll, do me a favor.”

“Yeah?”

“Take your panties off and toss ‘em to me.” You make a face, but don't take the time to think. Instead, you shimmy out of them and throw them to him. He tucks them in his suit and then winks. “Now I know you're ready for me after the show.”

Your mouth pops open, but he's out the door before you can say anything at all.

******

On stage, it's all Elvis can do to focus on the show and not think about your naked body wide open in front of him. He's not nervous anymore, but he sure as hell does forget some words as flashes of your tits, your hips, your thighs run across his mind. He gets progressively more turned on, so hard it hurts and pretty sure he's leaving a decent-sized precum stain in this suit. He can feel your panties against his skin and that's not helping either.

But what kills him more than anything is seeing you out in the audience knowing you're naked as a jaybird under your dress. Still, he presses on, rushing through Love Me Tender, moving his hips a bit too much just to get a little goddamn friction during fast songs, and sweating even more than normal. When he gets to the last song and you head backstage, he almost drops the mic and follows you right then, but he doesn't. He finishes the song and the second the curtain is dropped, he walks directly to you, not even taking the towel that Charlie offers him.

What he doesn't know is that you've been squirming in your seat for the whole show as well, so when he grabs your wrist, you giggle and follow along enthusiastically. He doesn't even make it back to the dressing room. Instead, he finds an almost-dark corner backstage and pushes your back up against the wall, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. His fingers make quick work of untying your dress and then he rips off the macrame belt, unsnaps the chains on his jumpsuit, and yanks the zipper down just far enough to free his aching cock.

“God, honey, I could eat you alive right now.” He growls against your neck, hiking one leg up around his waist. Then, he drags the head of his dick through your folds and grunts at how wet you are already. “Fuck. Looks like I'm not the only one suffering.”

“No. Now, you better fuck me good and hard, E because I'm– ohhhh!” He slams into you, filling your whole pussy in one smooth motion. Your body shudders at the sudden pleasure before he slides out and then does it again.

“God, you're fuckin’ soaked. Were you hurtin’ for it, baby?” You whimper and nod, rolling your hips forward to meet his as he drives into you over and over again. “That's my girl. This sweet little pussy is mine, isn't it?”

“Yes, oh God, yes!” You moan loudly and he laughs, shushing you.

“Honey, if you don't want my hand over your mouth, you better be careful. I am fuckin’ you in public, you know.” He hisses in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe.

“Fuck!” You yell and he chuckles again, sliding his hand over your mouth without slowing his relentless thrusting into you.

“This what you wanted, you dirty little thing? Wanted me to shut you up?” Your eyes roll back and you nod as his cock pounds your g-spot. “I love fuckin’ you baby. This perfect little pussy. Mmm.”

He groans as his hips stutter into you and he moves his hand to the side of your neck, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Gonna cum, doll. You want me to fill you up?”

“Please… yes…”

“Good girl.” He whispers it as he closes his eyes and slams into you, shooting you full of his release. When he does, it pushes you over the edge too and you cum hard on his dick, your body pulsing around him as your orgasm burns through your veins like wildfire. He holds you there for a bit, panting and sweating as you both try to let your heart rates return to normal. Eventually, he lifts his head up and looks around to see if anyone saw what you were up to. When he decides the coast is clear, he slips out of you, zipping up his jumpsuit and helping your trembling hands tie your dress back into place. As soon as you're both put back together, he leans in and kisses you softly.

“Thank you, baby.”

“For fucking you?”

“Well, that, but for before the show. You always know what I need.” You kiss the end of his nose gently.

“What kind of wife would I be if I didn't?”

******

Cum Play: EOT Elvis

Elvis is mad. And not just, like, yelling mad. He's kicking tables and screaming mad. When he gets back to the suite you're sharing, his hair is wild and he takes off his glasses and throws them at the wall as hard as he can. You raise your eyebrows as they shatter onto the carpet.

“Elvis…”

“FUCKIN’ COLONEL. PIECE OF SHIT MOTHERFUCKER.” He kicks over an end table and sends everything on it flying. You sigh and look at the stuff on the floor. This is not the first time you've seen him in a rage like this.

“Elvis.”

“FUCKIN’ FATASS BASTARD.”

“ELVIS.” He stops and turns to look at you, nostrils flared as he seethes.

“What?!” You don't even flinch and it's not lost on him. You're the first girl he's ever known who hasn't cowered in fear when he gets like this. Maybe it's the way you were raised, but you get more steady as he gets more turbulent. Right now, you're so calm you could perform brain surgery.

“What do you need?” You ask him, not quietly, but not aggressively either.

“Need?! I don't know. Fuck!” He turns and throws an ashtray at the wall and then drops into a chair, hands in his hair. You walk over to him, not carefully, smoothly.

“Fuck is right. That's what you need.”

“What?” He looks up at you with his eyebrows screwed up in confusion.

“You need to fuck. Me. Right now.”

“What? No? Baby, have you lost your ever-lovin’…” But he trails off as you stand in front of him and start to undress. Once you're naked, you bend over and put your hands on his knees.

“You need this negative energy out of you. I'm gonna fuck it out.” He opens his mouth to protest, but goes silent as you turn and walk away from him to the bed and then climb onto it on all fours. “Come on, daddy. Show baby how mad you are.”

He grunts as you wiggle your naked ass at him. Then, he's on his feet, shedding layers as he walks towards you on the bed.

“I'm pretty fuckin’ mad, baby. I don't think you know what you're doin’ pokin’ me like this.”

“You think I'm scared of you? Scared of big bad daddy with his bad temper?” He slaps your ass with one of his big hands and squeezes it.

“Stop it, baby.”

“Make me.” You lean down on your arms so that your glistening pussy is right in front of him. He growls and pushes his fingers into you up to the rings.

“Make you? Make you?” He slams his fingers in and out hard and you whimper with the mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Yeah, daddy. Show me how mad you can get.”

“Show you? I'll fuckin’ show you.” He growls as he pulls your hips back to him gruffly. You bite your lip as he teases your entrance for a second before he slams his whole aching cock into you.

“Oh!” You let out a little moan as he starts to pound into you.

“I'll show this little pussy just how mad I am.” He speaks under his breath, but you can hear him.

“Louder, daddy. I wanna hear you.”

“Fuck. You don't want this, baby.”

“Don't tell me what I want! Harder!” He groans loudly and squeezes your hips so hard you know there'll be bruises in the morning. You curse under your breath as he drives into you with so much force you lose the ability to think straight.

“Don't… fuckin’... tell me… what to do…!” He punctuates each word with a harder thrust. And then, without warning, he pulls out and flips you over, slamming back into you, hard.

“Yes, daddy. Just like that.” You whimper and he reaches down to wrap his hand around your throat. He doesn't choke you, but he grips you with just enough pressure to let you know he's there.

“You like that, you little slut? You like daddy’s cock punishing you like this?” He moans and his eyes roll back as he pounds you.

“Y-yes. I love it, daddy.” He can feel the edges of his release closing in as he slams into you harder than he's ever fucked a woman before.

“Get on your knees then.” He growls, squeezing your throat a little before letting go. You scramble off of him and down onto the floor in front of him. “Good girl. That's daddy’s good little slut.”

And then before he knows what he's doing, he's pumping his cock and shooting cum all over your face. You close your eyes quickly and open your mouth, but he continues to cover your cheeks and lips and forehead. When he finishes, he exhales and steps backwards, spent. He looks at what he's done to you and stumbles over to the bed, sitting on the edge and then laying down. You feel around on the floor for something and eventually find your panties, using them to clean off your face. When you finally blink your eyes open, you turn to see him lying on the bed staring at the ceiling.

“Daddy?”

“I shouldn't have done that.” You lay down next to him on the bed and he wraps an arm around you to pull you in close to his side. He looks down and caresses your cheek with his thumb. “I'm so sorry.”

You look up at him and shake your head. “Don't be. I asked for it.”

“But still–”

“Elvis, you needed to get that out of you. You didn't hurt me.”

“You sure?” His eyes are round and blue and tortured as he looks down at you.

“Yes. Are you still angry?”

“No.”

“Then I did exactly what I was trying to do.”

“Baby…”

“I love you, Elvis.” He freezes for half a second. That's the first time either of you has used that word or even entertained the thought that this could be more than just sex. He thinks about what you just did for him, how you put his needs first, how you're always there for him, and have been, since the start. And then it just comes tumbling out.

“I love you too, baby. So goddamn much.” You smile a little and kiss the end of his nose.

“Whatever you need, daddy. Baby’s here. And I'm not goin' anywhere.”

“Thank you.” His voice is thick with emotion and he leans in, pressing his lips to your forehead. It's a hell of a beginning, but it's yours, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

******

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[igglemouse]

Week 1 ~ Introducing Magdalena ~ Monday

Today is a big day, perhaps the biggest of days? My acting career starts in earnest. Yes, today I will go to TWO auditions and hope to land both but will be fortunate to land one. The competition is stiff of course as so many women like me come to DSV to chase a dream.

I don't know how well I will do but I do know that will do my best.

Also. Didn't start any fires in the kitchen today!

I am not the only one in my family chasing a dream. My brother Iker is as well but his chase leads him across the ocean to Windenburg. Fútbol is his passion and some team far far away is willing to take him on as a prospect. I've talked a lot about how I will always miss home and family but it must be doubly true for him especially since I do not think he even speaks the language there? He jokes and tells me that the language of fútbol is universal and while I get the sentiment I doubt it is a language that will help him find new friends. What is he going to do, juggle a ball and spell out words in the air while doing so?

All I can do is hope for the best and wish him luck. At least he is doing more with his life than Carina, our sister. That is another story for another day.

You might have noticed the little bit of fuzz on my arms? Can't go to an audition with that and can't go with a stench! I guess I could, nothing is stopping me, but that would be embarrassing wouldn't it?

I'm honestly not sure what to expect with this first one, it's for a music video and honestly I don't know much about it? I don't think it matters, I'll learn once I'm there and I don't expect much to be asked of us. Like I mentioned, this is just to get my name out there and have something to put on my resume and for a little bit of simoleons. Beggars cannot be choosers and I cannot be picky about roles, yet.

I arrive slightly on time and am instantly guided to the dressing room or more like hurried to it. They wanted me to wear one of those body stocking fitting things that is very much skin tight and while I have a few questions I should remember what I've signed up for.

I am under no allusions here, the role called for an 'attractive' woman because I imagine she'll be featured in the video and so I know whoever wins the role will be eye candy. Nevertheless, I am still hoping to win.

I head into the audition room and instantly hate what I'm wearing because the AC is set on Simartica for whatever reason. Why put us in these skimpy clothes then? Were they trying to freeze us?

Either way, I've thankfully arrived near the end of the auditions as there is a very tired looking man sitting alone at a desk and three other women in the room.

One looks terrified, the lighter girl with short dark hair sat as still as ever, staring off into the distance and fiddling with her fingers while the girl sitting next to her, the redhead, seemed cool and confident, just waiting to show her stuff.

There was a woman at the front of the room being interviewed. I didn't catch the whole thing but I did hear her response. She played up her experience in dance which makes sense but it doesn't seem like the casting guy cared that much about it.

The conversation continues but I toned it out since the short haired girl captured my attention. She whispers hello but I can tell that there is some shyness to her? Some? No, a lot of shyness. She does seem to be open to a conversation at least, perhaps just to help with her nerves?

Ah, yes, this is what I fear. Most of the women auditioning here are models and not actresses, such as I, so it makes me wonder why I am here as well? The possible pay day I suppose? Still, it is something to put on my resume, I've seen acting careers launched off of music videos as well.

I continue my conversation with her and wonder how she is a model with such low confidence of herself but then I do realize the modeling industry industry is so rife with competition that it is bound to make the prettiest of people feel ugly. It is definitely a churn, especially for young women. I say all this knowing that I do believe I could be a very successful model, if I simply decided to be so.

The conversation between the casting guy and Ms. Bagley continues...

As Ms. Bagley walks out the next girl saunters up to the center of the room and instantly tries to claim it. She calls herself Jordan McDonough, in a tone that tells us we should already know who she was and how dare she have to waste energy introducing herself. The casting guy isn't so impressed, in fact, I don't think he barely noticed her at all.

Alright, if Eliana is a demonstration of no confidence this woman is a demonstration of having far too much. Thankfully, Eliana seems to be very open to chatting with me.

Meanwhile...over in the center of the room with miss spotlight...

Jaxton let out the heaviest of sighs right after calling for the next girl. It felt like it could blow a house down and I can't imagine how many personalities he's had to deal with today. All the same, it was time for Eliana's turn leaving me alone for a moment, I do wish her luck because she seems like a sweet woman who needs it. It's a competition but it also isn't. If they like her look more than mines they will pick her, nothing I can do about that.

I watch her gather herself, fiddle her thumbs, wobble a little as she stands. She's definitely about to bomb this, I'm sure how, but I am sure that she's about to.

Ouch. I felt bad for her, she certainly wasn't stuttering when I was speaking with her just now? Just stage fright I guess? I give her wave but I'm not sure she saw it, she seemed pretty dejected?

I can't linger on her for too long though so I take a deep breath and make my way to stand in front of the man and I must admit that I think his body language changes? He leans back in his chair and takes me in for a moment without speaking but eventually he speaks.

And so I do although I am slightly confused as he didn't ask this of any of the others? I turn to face the other way slightly and he just stares, it doesn't take me long to figure out what he's staring at. My lips part for just a second to tell him what's on my mind but thankfully no sound comes from them. This man, unfortunately, might be the deciding factor on if I get this part or not and what's done is done. I know he's not the first man to stare at my butt and he won't be the last.

Index ~ Next

[tuffmallowinteractive]

GETTING BETTER WITH AGE

Tuff Times 5/12/25

The cool thing about creative endeavors is the more your create, and work hard at, the more you learn. And the more you learn, the more you improve.

The Closet Door has undergone a lot of changes over the years. I changed and the game changed accordingly. I grew and the game, story and characters grew with me.

Like I said, we improved. But when do you get to a point where you realize this is enough?

Recently when I released A Simple Twist of Fae, I looked back at my work for The Closet Door. I thought, maybe I should update this game to reflect the visual appeal of A SImple Twist of Fae.

After all, the latter was my newest project- surely it represents the most up to date and better version of my skills, right?

Wrong.

The art for A Simple Twist is its own thing. It's uniquely its own style, story, characters and vibe. But it's different. Not better.

I was able to make it because I improved so much with The Closet Door.

(constantly working on the backgrounds!)

My games so far have been fashioned to look like books come to life:

- Lake of Reflection is an old handwritten memoire- a journal

- The Closet Door is a storybook

- A Simple Twist of Fae is a manga style comic

It's no surprise to those who've played my available works that I have fun playing on the theme of the visual novel genre.

And I like what I've made so far! All of these stories carry themes of self exploration and self redemption. Of learning to see the many ways love takes form in our lives. Themes of truly smiling from the heart and the journey to that point.

I want to complete this game. It's become a word that must be spoken, a song that must be sung, a love that must be given - it must be shared. My heart wills it so.

And as I look at the art for this game, I see how I've improved over the years. How I've learned, how I've grown. I see the distinction of a story book design and how it looks good being itself. How the style breathes its own life and exudes its own vibe.

I really do feel like TCD holds its own. And that is such a good feeling!

I'm working my butt off guys. I have no idea how quickly I can get this thing done, but know I'm working at breakneck speed and trying to build something worthy of the feelings I have for it.

I'll be updating progress here quite often and maybe on Bluesky as well, so stay tuned!

[kyehwas]

🌟 so lets go see the stars ft. myung jaehyun

-> or, you shine the brightest in jaehyun's eyes

It was one of those tiring nights, where it felt like the only thing that Jaehyun wanted to do was make time stop.

You felt the exact same way. With all of the things going on in your life, you just wanted it all to stop for a second. You had a perfect spot for that too.

On the school roof, the place you sat whenever you needed a break. Sure, you knew breaking into the school to stargaze was a bad idea, but it brought you comfort. Nobody has ever caught you, not even the student council president–

"Myung Jaehyun?" You exclaimed, in shock that he found you there. The last thing you wanted was for him to report you to the principal.

"Hey, I can sit next to you right?" Odd question. You told him it was alright, and with a big sigh, he sat down, "I've seen you up here before. Do you like it up here?"

"I guess so. It's calming, and helps me forget my worries," You replied, "I like counting the stars and constellations."

"Which one's your favorite?"

"Hm.. I like Orion. Also, Ursa Major is really cool," You began to rant about the constellations and the stars.

However, Jaehyun wasn't looking at the stars. He was for a minute, but something better, brighter, caught his eye: you. Your eyes lit up as you spoke, and Jaehyun was enamored by you.

"I gotta go home now," Jaehyun said, grinning at you, "Same time tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I'll see you there," You smiled back. You loved the stars, but maybe there was someone you loved a bit more than them.

[universchae]

The Fall

— KAZUHA X READER

use of y/n, medic!reader, mentions of injury, light flirting

universchae ― this is my first fic !! I hope you enjoy :)

The first time you see her, she's not the world-class idol with fans screaming her name. She's curled up on the floor of the practice room, clutching her ankle and trying not to cry.

"Can someone get the medic?" one of her members shouts, panic thick in her voice. You're already on your way.

You kneel beside her, professional mask firmly in place. "Hi, Kazuha. I’m Y/n, staff medic. Can you tell me what happened?"

She blinks up at you, her eyes glossy from pain but still startlingly clear. "Landed wrong after a turn. Think I twisted it."

You nod and gently touch her ankle. Her breath hitches—not from pain, you think, but surprise. You're careful, precise, talking her through every movement.

“Is it bad?” she asks, wincing.

“Not a break, but definitely a sprain. You’ll need to stay off it for a few days.”

She groans and lets her head fall back onto the polished wood floor. “Great. The comeback’s in a week.”

You glance up at her, not expecting the way her eyes meet yours again. Focused. Curious.

“I'll help you to the infirmary,” you say. “You can complain more there.”

---

You patch her up, wrap her ankle in gauze, and make her ice it. She keeps making faces at you the whole time, not quite pouting, but not far off.

"You do this for all of us, or am I special?" she asks with a teasing lilt.

You raise an eyebrow. “You’re the only one who fell today.”

That earns you a real laugh—soft, low, but somehow bright.

She leans back in her chair, the tension finally bleeding out of her shoulders. “What’s your favorite song?”

You blink. “What?”

“You’ve been so serious. I want to know something about you. A fair trade, since you’ve already seen me ugly-cry over my ankle.”

You hesitate, caught off guard. But there’s something about her—maybe it’s the way she asks like it genuinely matters—that makes you answer.

You name a song. It’s not cool or trendy, but it means something to you.

Kazuha tilts her head. “I like that one. The lyrics are kind of sad, though.”

You give a small shrug. “Bittersweet is honest.”

She looks at you for a moment, then smiles. “Yeah. I like honest.”

---

You see her three more times that week—for icing, stretching, check-ups. Each time, she asks another question.

What food do you always crave?

What's your dream city?

What’s the last thing that made you laugh so hard you cried?

And then—

"Would you ever dance with me? Once my ankle heals?"

The question drops between you like a secret. Her gaze is soft but steady.

You smile, biting back the obvious answer.

“If you promise not to fall again.”

[fennthetalkingdog]

Dang, being nonhuman really is just like being trans, where I look back at my life and go, "Ohhhhhhhh, so THAT'S where it came from." It's easy for me to fall into the habit of thinking, "Well I just found this new label but I don't want it to infiltrate my whole life." But... it already has. All those moments pretending to be a cat on the playground, making fake "dog packs" with my friends, wrestling with my dog and laying next to her as if I was just another pup, attaching to my dog and cat stuffed animals, making dog-like noises to supplement my words, pretending I had (and still have) a tail to wag when I wanted, shaking out my "fur" and huffing just because I "liked mimicking my dog"—those were all my nonhumanity shining through. Me identifying with the nonhuman/therian label isn't an outliner, it's just the trend.

[asgardian--angels]

....idk in a fandom this gigantic how are people already coalescing onto a handful of popular headcanons and scenarios that just become the baseline now, when the source material gives us literally limitless possibilities to work with

[ichorblossoms]

eternal conundrum with grimm is how the fuck yarrow figures out their pronouns in p1 bc that bitch lies all the time

[sskk-manifesto]

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