#(this counted as a hug so i managed 😤)

[orange-dreamzer]

hehehehehhHEHWHWHHHWAHA

happy birhtday @zu-is-here :333333

gehhehehehe :3 have a wonderlicious day !!!!!!!!!!!

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[meowzfordayz]

stressed — zenitsu, kyojuro, sanemi

Author’s Note: you ARE enough❣️ You ARE loved❣️ You WILL be okay❣️

stressed — zenitsu, kyojuro, sanemi

Agatsuma Zenitsu x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader

Word Count: ~700

CW: none

Emergency Request Fulfilled: I started taking a lot harder classes this year and it’s killing me and my impostor syndrome because I’m so slow compared to everyone else. It’s making me depressed/stressed so I wanted to request a pick me up request.

stressed — enmu, genya, muichiro

~faqs~

Lowkey gets stressed too 🙃

Does his best to hide it, but Zenitsu’s an open book, so it doesn’t stay hidden for long

Sometimes he’ll even sense your stress before you do

“Are you okay Zeni? You seem stressed.”

“I’m fine!” ☺️

…

…

*realization hits*

Zenitsu: Are you stressed? 🥺

You: Nooo, you’re stressed! 😒

Zenitsu: But I’m not? 🥲

You: Well your stress is stressing me out! 😖

Zenitsu: But I’m not stressed?! 🫠

*insert Spiderman meme here*

Affirmations

Once you’ve determined that you’re both adequately stressed 💀😂

Zenitsu brings out ✨The Jar of Affirmation✨

Aka your equivalent of scrolling through cheesy, inspirational social media posts when you’re feeling low

Zenitsu: YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL! 😍

You: YOU ARE CAPABLE! 😎

Zenitsu: YOU ARE SMART! 🤓

You: YOU ARE DETERMINED! 😤

It’s kinda cathartic to yell/be yelled at, y’know? 🥰😆

Lovingly, ofc

Your stress hits close to home for Kyojuro (imposter syndrome, inadequacy), but he’s unsure how to support you

Which is not to say that he doesn’t try

Bc he does try, a lot and often 🥺

But a pin pricking feeling that he isn’t quite cut out for comforting you frequently surfaces

“I can order takeout and build a pillow fort for us to watch a movie in together? Would that be okay?”

Your stress fades to a gentle, manageable pulse as Kyojuro’s tender doubt gnaws at your chest, your arms hugging him into your warmth as you murmur softly

“That would be absolutely perfect. Thank you for taking care of me.”

—

He still questions his ability to ease your burdens as you snuggle into his side, plastic containers and utensils spread out on the fluffy blanket beneath you, a thin canopy of cotton sheet and fairy lights billowing above

Could I have decorated better? 😕

Why did I make us sit on the floor?! 😞

But he allows himself a lingering, adoring smile when you begin making airplane noises, happily opening his mouth to accept your forkful of pad Thai

“I love you!” you grin, darting in to peck his nose

“I wuv y’u too!” he declares, the tips of his ears as red as his heart

He’s convinced that pad Thai’s never tasted so delicious

Knows your favorite snacks better than he knows himself, and won’t hesitate to walk to the corner store to buy you a lil snick snack

“Kyo, it’s almost midnight. I’m fine.” 😝

“Your stomach rumbled.” ☹️

“I can eat in the morning.”

“Fine.” 

…

…

“I shall wait until midnight, at which point it will be morning.” 😎

“What if I fall asleep before you get back?”

“Then I guess you will most certainly eat in the morning.” 😌

Doesn’t let you lift a finger, sometimes to the extent that your stress morphs to anger 🤪

“I said I was stressed, not incapable.” 😐

“Me helping you is a testament of my love, not a commentary on your ability.” 🤨

“You aren’t helping me! You’re infantilizing me!” 😖

“I in fact have not put you in a diaper nor made you suck on a pacifier.” 😃

“I will dye your hair while you’re asleep.” 😒

“Would a spa day reduce your stress?”

“No, but watching your reaction to waking up with green hair would.” 😌

“If you somehow manage to dye my hair without waking me up, then I guess I deserve it.” 🙃

“Could you at least let me wash my dishes? Or put toothpaste on my own toothbrush?” 😕

“No and Yes. Okay?”

“I want to tie my shoelaces too.”

“You can do one shoe.” 😉

“Whatever.” 🙄🥰

Gets you out and about

Whether it’s joining him on a grocery run or just walking around the block

Sanemi knows a change of scenery can refresh and remove the monotony of stress

He’ll even coax you into photoshoots

“Stop. You need a picture underneath that tree.”

“Wait, the sunlight is framing your face so beautifully.”

“Let’s take a selfie together.”

Not bc he loves being your personal photographer 🥴, but bc he sees how much you brighten at his softness 🥺

Sees how happy his explicit (albeit occasionally disgruntled) affection makes you

… maybe selfies aren’t so bad after all 

[tokischaaaaa]

bom espírito esportivo ⚽️

!hamzah x !🇧🇷 reader

notes!!: this was from a request but i accidentally deleted it :(, so to anonymous this for u bbg . hope i did service to you 🫡🫡

warnings: fluff, some spicy scene

word count: 1.8k

flashback to FIFA 2023

today was the day that y/n and hamzah would finally watch the world cup together! y/n was hosting a watch party at her apartment, and she had invited mandy, martin, and, of course, her boyfriend hamzah. it was perfect because she knew there would be competition between the four of them, especially since the match was canada vs. brazil.

mandy and martin were rooting for canada, and y/n, naturally, was rooting even harder for brazil. she had made it her mission to make everyone feel sorry for canada and boast about how much better brazil’s team was.

buzz buzz

y/n's phone vibrated with new texts from hamzah:

oye you're gonna lose

canada for the winn

neymar? more like neymar ruin

…

y/n, is that how you say bad?

did i say something worse??

she giggled as she read hamzah's messages and sent him a 😤 emoji in return. she realized it was her cue to start decorating and getting ready for the watch party. sliding on her neymar brazil jersey and levi jean shorts, she clipped on some gold hoops and a gold jesus necklace.

"perfeito," she said to herself, smiling at her reflection.

before she could start ordering food and decorating her apartment, she noticed her cat, belinda, lounging on the floor.

"oh, belinda, eu tenho um presente especial para você, meu amor," y/n cooed, scooping her up and grabbing a small package her mom had sent her a few months ago. inside was a tiny cat sweater with "brazil" printed in dark green, surrounded by yellow accents.

she went to the kitchen, grabbed some catnip, and let belinda enjoy herself while y/n tried to slip the sweater on.

"eh, isso vai ter que funcionar. temos que fazer com que todos sintam que estão do lado errado,"

—> eh, this will have to work. we have to make everyone feel like they're on the wrong side,"

final product 😮‍💨 ^^^

y/n grabbed the beers and chips from her pantry and placed them on the living room table, hanging some brazilian flags around the couch. she called a nearby restaurant and ordered some food since she didn’t have time to cook.

as she turned on the tv, a knock echoed through the apartment. belinda freaked out and started scratching the door.

"probably the delivery man," y/n mumbled, opening the door to find hamzah wearing a canada jersey, chain, black sweatpants, and, of course, a hat.

"wow, even for the world cup you manage to look homeless," y/n snickered, taking hamzah's hat off to let his curls breathe.

"okay, but at least i don't look like a fool," he said, pecking y/n’s forehead.

"oh, shut up," y/n said, shoving him inside.

"hey, they left something outside your door, by the way," a familiar voice chimed in.

"mandy!" y/n screamed, running to hug her friend.

"y/n!" mandy squealed as they giggled together until martin coughed.

"greetings, martin," y/n said, taking the food from his hands.

"greetings, y/n," martin nodded back.

meanwhile, hamzah had made himself comfortable on the couch, and belinda crawled up to him. "y/n, what did you do to your poor cat?" hamzah asked, wide-eyed.

"what?" y/n said, suddenly worried belinda might be hurt. she looked at her cat and then at hamzah’s expression, and she burst out laughing. "i thought belinda was hurt! you scared me," she said, trying to catch her breath.

"she is! she's being humiliated," hamzah teased, sticking his tongue out at her.

thirty minutes later, y/n had set up all the food, and they spent the time making fun of each other's teams. with only fifteen minutes left before the game, they turned on the tv, and hamzah decided to strike up a conversation.

"so, let's say canada wins," he began.

"which they won’t," y/n cut in.

"lies. if canada wins, i take you to a party/karaoke, and you pay."

"ha! okay, fine. if brazil wins, i take you to a brazilian party/karaoke, and you pay—with your slushy money."

"it's serious stuff!"

"mhm."

soon, the game was about to start. hamzah grabbed belinda and held on to her.

"filho de puta," y/n hissed under her breath as the players sang the anthems. neymar jr. was the first to grab the ball, getting dangerously close to the goal.

"amor! entre por favor!" y/n cried, standing up.

"why are you calling him husband?" hamzah asked.

"don't worry about it, burro," y/n smiled.

neymar shot for the goal, but a canadian player blocked it. "let's go!" hamzah yelled, jumping up, startling belinda, who meowed at him.

"that’s right, belinda. canada’s the best—they’re going to get us the win."

"what do you mean, 'us'? she’s a brazilian cat."

"not today, she’s canadian."

"no, she isn’t." as y/n and hamzah bickered, the game intensified by the minute.

"you two are way more competitive than we are," mandy laughed.

"yeah, feels like i’m watching two fox commentators argue," martin added.

through the tv, y/n could tell neymar was getting tired after about thirteen missed shots, all blocked by canada.

"your boo thang is getting tired. they might have to sub him out," hamzah snickered.

"you’re so stupid. you have no idea how this works," y/n said, flicking him.

"hey! wait, hey!" hamzah suddenly shouted, his voice rising as neymar scored.

"te amo neymar! você é tão sexy!" y/n screamed, grabbing belinda and kissing her all over.

belinda purred, licking her back as y/n taunted hamzah, who was now pouting.

"oh, don’t be a baby. there are still forty more minutes," mandy said.

hamzah grumbled, clearly upset. y/n ran into her room and pulled out something from under her bed. she returned to the living room and tossed it to hamzah. it was a framed photo of the two of them from when they first started dating. both were holding guaranás, hands intertwined, from when they first met in brazil, where they shared their first kiss—all because of one soda.

hamzah looked up at y/n, who had her arms crossed, and then stood up to hug her. "you really forget i’m canadian too," she said, squeezing his shoulder.

hamzah smiled, and the couple decided to end their fiery debate. they turned off the tv, much to the relief of mandy and martin, who were happy to see the tension between the couple dissipate. martin and mandy politely declined an invitation to continue watching the game at a bar, so hamzah and y/n bid them farewell and drove off to the bar.

after arriving at the bar, they were greeted with the lively atmosphere of soccer fans chanting and cheering. y/n and hamzah found a spot in the corner to watch the game on the big screen. as they sat down, y/n's competitive spirit returned. she looked over at hamzah, who was still wearing his canada jersey, and decided to tease him a little more.

"you know, i’m still not over that canadian block. i need something to wash down the bitterness," she joked.

hamzah chuckled, "oh really? what do you have in mind?"

y/n smirked and leaned in closer, "i need a drink—something with a twist."

without explaining further, she grabbed the waiters attention and said "i need two coronas and five limes,"

the waiter nodded in response and quickly brought them to her.

hamzah watched her curiously as she ordered.

"what are you going to do with the limes?" hamzah asked, raising an eyebrow.

"you'll find out," y/n smirked as the drinks arrived.

once the drinks were on the table, y/n picked them

up in her hands and used her free hand to lead hamzah to the car, she made hamzah hold the drinks and limes as she took control of the wheel and started a speedy commute back to her apartment.

once they arrived at y/n’s apartment, she led him to her bedroom and shoved him on the bed.

y/n started unbuttoning hamzah's shirt. as it came off, revealing his chiseled abs, y/n was in awe. she resumed her lustful actions, removing her shirt, revealing her black lace bra. she ripped her pants off and climbed on top of him, grabbing a lime and squeezing it over his abs, sucking up the juice as it trickled down.

a moan escaped hamzah's mouth as y/n sucked harder and faster. she was too distracted to notice hamzah trying to say something. he picked her up, changing their positions, and unclipped her bra. he squeezed the lime over her already hard nipples and started sucking like there was no tomorrow. y/n grabbed his hair, pushing him lower to her breasts. after letting him suck a little more, she grabbed his chin and started kissing him all over.

y/n lay on hamzah's chest, breathing heavily.

"para tudo bailao!" he sung with a raspy voice.

y/n slapped his chest playfully. "you always ruin the moment!"

"yeah, but it's just to get closer to you," he said, grinning.

"in brazil, we’d call you monte de merda," y/n said, snickering.

"what’s that?"

"don’t worry about it. if i were you, i’d worry about canada losing—"

y/n was cut off by hamzah kissing her.

“shush babe, don’t forget your paying.” hamzah mumbled into y/n’s hair.

“paying how? we’re home now.” y/n smiled looking up, making eye contact with hamzahs bambi eyes.

“com beijos.” hamzah grinned. proud of the small amount of words he picked up on by y/n.

hamzah then covered y/n’s face with kisses all over.

“ah hamzah stop, your acting like belinda.” y/n smirked.

“my kisses are clean!” hamzah scoffed dramatically.

“oh god not this sassyness now,” y/n sighed.

“listen, at least i’m not as dramatic as your ‘husband’ neymar.” hamzah shrugged giving y/n one more kiss on her nose.

y/n’s face turned a light pink, “touché,”

y/n cuddled up closer to hamzah, her head resting on his chest. she could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a comforting reminder of the love they shared. with her arm draped over him and his hand gently rubbing her back, y/n sighed contentedly.

"i guess we're both winners tonight," she whispered, feeling his warmth enveloping her.

hamzah smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "yeah, but i think i won the jackpot," he teased softly.

y/n chuckled, closing her eyes as the exhaustion of the day finally caught up with her. "we’ll call it a tie," she murmured, nuzzling into him.

with hamzah’s arm wrapped securely around her, she felt safe and cherished, ready to drift off into a peaceful sleep, knowing that no matter what team won or lost, they had each other.

that’s what i call ‘bom espírito esportivo’ aka good sportsmanship ⚽️

toksichaaa speaks: i rlly hope yall liked this , lowkey gave me nostalgia with all the neymar edits lol , ALSO TO THE PERSON WHO REUQESTD THIS ILYSM , im def off my break now 😈😈😈

[daydreamer-in-training]

✨OP Advent Calendar Masterlist ✨

Door 23 - Under the Misteltoe Part 2

Eustass Kid x afab!reader

Word Count: 2.200+

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (nsfw)

As in the previous one, Kid is an Idiot that can't deal with his feelings at first, which leads to him hurting your this time. You two talk and your emotions finally bubble over.

Themes: Hurt and comfort, softness, confession of feelings, NSFW 18+, afab!Reader, hot makeout sesh, vaginal fingering. Missrepräsentation of Kids devil fruit abilities and bad scottish accents 😔

Notes: The three other commanders are the secret heroes here! 😤I didn't plan it to be two parts, but i take it! Wrote and edited this while preparing for Christmas yesterday and after I was full with good food. I wanted to finish this entry in time, as a Christmas present to all of you! ❤️✨ Uploading this now before i think to much about it again. Also its ma first nsfw story and my first story with several parts, yay!

I wish y’all a happy time with your loved ones! Love you! ❤️✨

Please Note that Englisch is not my first languages ✨ Not beta read, I die like the Christmas Ornament our dog broke yesterday! But maybe I will edit it tomorrow.

Advent Calendar Taglist: @jintaka-hane @stuckinmymind22 @chibinasuu @armiliadawn @pandora-writes-one-piece @eustasscapitankid

This part is 18+ at the End, please proceed with caution

The atmosphere between you and the Capitain has been strange since yesterday. Of course, everyone had already noticed, but nobody said anything. Kid looked like a ticking time bomb all day, he also avoided you and you avoided him in return.

The three commanders knew straight away that Kid must have messed things up with you last night on the night watch. Unfortunately, there wasn't much time to set something else up for you two before the Christmas party tonight, especially with you avoiding each other. Fortunately, Killer had managed to talk to you before it started, to know what had happened the night before.

By now the party was in full swing, the eggnog and rum had already flowed freely. But neither you nor Kid touched the alcohol. You were too nervous to Drink after yesterday. It was time for the traditional gift exchange. Everyone gave each other a little something, which was custom at the Viktoriapunk. It was a wild mess as everyone tried to get rid of their presents and get one in return. You had knitted Kid a scarf because he often complained about the cold weather and wanted to give it to him despite everything. Killer had also encouraged you this afternoon, despite everything that had happened.

It was difficult to catch him in all the commotion, but Wire inconspicuously stood in your captain's way so that you were standing in front of him after all. "Captain! Here, this is for you!" Being able to give him the present you made yourself made you very happy. You pressed the lovingly wrapped Box into his hand, but he looked to the side. You couldn't read his expression. "Thank you. I haven't got a present for ya, I guess I forgot." He replied quickly without looking at you.

Ouch, that hurt. But on the outside, you don't let it show. Instead, you smiled warmly at him. "It's no big deal, you have so much to do as captain, stuff like that happens." You replied quickly. To flee this Situation and forget about it, you quickly turned to Bubblegum, with whom you exchanged your gift and an exuberant hug.

Wire had heard all of this and did not believe it at all, you were being to kind and brave about all of this. He decided to keep an eye on you and maybe try to talk to Kid later as well.

After all the presents had been exchanged, the party continued as usual. You tried to be cheerful and enjoy it, but you found it harder and harder to push aside your feelings of sadness and heartbreak. At a moment when you thought you were unnoticed, you disappeared out of the door with a pained expression on your face.

But Killer and Heat saw you do it. Kid's action from earlier hadn't passed them by thanks to Wire. So after exchanging glances, they roughly pulled the captain aside to talk some sense into him.

You tried to push the tears down, that were swelling up in your eyes, as you walked down the hallway towards your sleeping quarters. It didn't quite work.

This morning, Killer obviously noticed the weird vibes between you and Kid and pulled you aside to ask what had happened. “I’m just so confused about this… maybe I’ve made a mistake with Kissing him under the Mistletoe...” you murmured as you wiped a tear away from your cheeks after you explained what had happened the previous night. “I just hope this will pass”. You wanted things to be as before. You started trembling, so Killer pulled you to his broad chest and slid his strong arms around you. He gently rocked you from side to side. “Hey Sweets… No crying on Christmas-Eve, okay?” His voice was gentle through the mask. “You did nothin’ wrong, he is just a fucking Idiot and his emotional capacity is that of a Seaurchin”. His comment made you giggled into his Christmas sweater between sobs. The embrace of the muscular softie always had a calming effect on you. “He cares ‘bout you, I promise. Kid just needs some time to realize things.” The first Mate mused, as he noticed you had calmed down a bit. After a long moment you separated from him with a sniffle and smiled up at him. “Thank you, Killer. I will not give up just yet!”. The first Mate crossed his Arms and nodded proudly.

Maybe Killer was wrong when he said Kid cared? No, that made no sense to you. You trusted Kid as your Captain and he does care about his crew. But maybe he didn't care about you in that special way you wished he would. You sobbed when this thought hit you.

When you heard footsteps approaching from down the hallway, you immediately hid behind the next door you could find. You didn't want anyone to see you upset over a stupid present. As you wiped away your tears, you realized you were standing in Kid’s Workshop. You scoffed a bit at this dumb coincidence. You turned around to leafe, listening if the footsteps had subsided.

But in that moment no other than Captain Eustass Kid pulled the door open and froze for a moment when he finally found you, then closed it behind him. “There ya are!”, he seemed tense. “Oh, hello Captain.” You turned your head away from him, embarrassed that it was him to find you hiding away with puffy eyes from crying.

As you didn't say anything else, he stood there in front of you, not finding the words he desperately wanted to tell you. “I’m sorry about earlier,” he finally said. You still didn't look at him, afraid your emotions would take the better of you. “Please look at me, will ya?”, he added as he gently took your hand in his and brushed a thumb along the back of your hand. His gentle touch made you look up at him. Your heart ached.

Kids amber eyes were soft as he gazed into yours, a tired laughter passend his lips. “I lied about the gift… I made ya something. I don' know what I was thinkin’ back then”. Kid raised his metal arm as small blue lightning started to surround it.

You watched in quiet disbelief as a little metal figurine flew towards you. He caught it in the air and softly placed it into your hand he was still holding. Your heart was pounding in your chest. “I guess I got cold feet or somthin’. Thinking ya woun't want it anyways after yesterday…“.

He watched your eyes well up again as you inspected the little star shaped memento he had handcrafted for you. Your fingers traced the metal slowly. “It's beautiful Kid…thank you.” your voice was a trembling whisper, but you smiled that kind smile of your, that he loved so much.

“I hate seeing ya cry” he blurted out after a moment of silence, in which you continued to look at the figure and thought about what you wanted to say now. “I never meant to hurt you either!”, his face contorted as he said that. Damn it that was hard to say, but he can't lose you.

“Then…what was that yesterday?” You wanted to sound stern and indifferent. But that wasn't you. Your voice was quiet and trembled as you asked him, afraid what his answer might be.

He instinctively took a step towards you, invading your space as he did so. Carefully he watched your reactions to it, and as you didn't step away, he lifted your chin up. Your eyes fluttered at his touch.

Kids eyes darted between yours and he took a deep breath before saying what he did next. “I wanted to protect ya, Sweets… didn' want ya doing anything you might regret later”, you scoffed at that, but he continued talking, holding back a grin at your feistiness “I’m ya Captain, I don't kno’ If ya only doin' it because I want to”.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance at his way of thinking and shoved him against the shoulder, which didn't really have any effect given his size and your strength. “We are Pirates, Kid! I AM a Piraten! Fuck these stupid arbitrary rules” Your eyebrows met in the centre of your forehead, more out of disbelief than anger. Sighing, you put your hand on his chest, shake your head as you gave up your attempt to be angry. “Why would I kiss you If I wasn't-” you swallowed your next words, instead saying something else. “I am my own person! I decide who I want to kiss myself”.

Kids' heart was hammering against his ribcage. He took your hand from its place on his chest and brought it close to his lips. “If you weren’t what?” he lifted his eyebrow smugly, challenging you to say it. He needed to hear you say it.

A defeated sigh left your lips, this man made you weak “If I wasn't completely convinced that I like you and trust you completely.” your face went hot at your confession, but your eyes never left his.

A rough laughter tumblerd over his lips before he pressed them to your hand. His metal arm pulled you close and you let yourself fall against his chest. Your eyes searched his face as he leaned down close to you. “I was scared ya reject me…” he whispered, his arm gliding up your back made you shiver. “Ya make me crazy” he leaned his forehead to yours as he closed his eyes, yours falling shut as well “ya make my heart soar when ya smile at me”.

You turned your head to brush your lips gently against his. “I want ya close ta me, always”, he whispered. At his words, you took his face in your hands and pressed your lips firmly against his. He immediately returned this in an initially cautious kiss, which very quickly gave way to his passion and became more heated.

He lifted you up easily and you slung your legs around him. A soft moan slipped past your lips as his tough started exploring your mouth. He carried you to his workbench, where he set you down without interrupting the kiss.

His warm hand roaming your body, pulling at the fabric of your clothes while you got rid of his harness and shirt. Finally you were able to let your hands glide over his muscular chest and abs. You broke the kiss, out of breath from the passionate kiss to take him in. He was breathtaking. As his eyes took you in hungrily, he slid his hands under your shirt, looking at you questioningly. You nodded and lifted your arms to help him take it off. He breathed out a soft Oh, as he saw your exposed chest for the first time, as you didn't wear a bra underneath. It made you giggle softly.

“Are ya sure ya want this?” your captain asked in a hoarse wisper. His fingers were tracing the exposed skin on your side , itching to go higher. You placed your hands on either side of his face and placed your lips on his nose bridge with a smile. “I am sure, Kid. I want you with me, and on me,” your lips glide down to his lips “and inside me.” you whispered into a hungry kiss. The bold confession made you blush and unleashed a hunger in Kid. His right hand cupped your chest and massaged it gently. In turn, you arched your back, moaning for more into his mouth.

Done with patience, Kid let go of your breasts and ripped your pants off quickly. With a soft tuck on your lips, he let them go to watch, as he pulled down your underwear. Your wetness has made it through the fabric, it left a thin connection to your skin as he pulled it away. “Fuck”, He breathed out, his eyes almost gleaming with lust. “So wet, so beautiful…” he mused as he gently started to toy with your folds, making you shiver. “and all for me?”. You mewled, as he teased you, biting your lips. “Yes Kid…all for you” you said, with that soft smile that made him crazy.

He inserted one finger into your entrance, earning him a whimper from you, and then quickly a second one. He watched you closely as he started pumping in and out and rubbing inside you to figure out the best way to make you feel good. Your desperate moans and mewls stroked his fire.

Kid growled, his hard cock pressing uncomfortably against the inside of his pants. You rubbed him through the fabric at first, now opening the zipper to pull him out. Your nimble fingers where circling his cockhead. He moaned against the skin of your neck, biting and kissing the soft flesh to leave marks there. “Shouldn't have said that, Love”, his low voice gave you goosebumps. “I will make you mine”.

.

[mrs-hatake]

all i see is you

pairing: kakashi x f! si! Y/N

genre: fluff, humor, romance.

word count: 1500

a/n: me to my friend at our own winder wonderland: this place is so perfect for dates with your s/o! why don't i have kakashi or obito with me 😩 you know what, i'll write a one shot about it 😤

my friend: you write that one shot bby

The sun is just beginning to set, making way for the bright LED lights to provide a source of luminescence; twinkling of blues, greens, reds, pinks and purples.

The sky is a brilliant shade of lambent blue where you can almost see the stars and the full moon shyly peeking through, waiting for the right time to shine.

Behind the four metal detector frames is a dark blue arch made of gibson board. There are drawings of a snowman with a green and white striped scarf and the classic black top hat, penguins, a polar bear and children building their own snowmen or engaged in a snowball, toothy grins on their chubby cheeks. Above, written in elegant cursive and in a porcelain shade of white, Konoha’s Winter Wonderland.

There is a long queue of people – from families, couples, to groups of friends – all lined up in front of the metal frames. Though, the air isn’t suffocating and the wind blowing doesn’t bite them, just gently nipping at their winter clothes.

“I can’t believe we’re finally here!” Y/N squeals, excitement evident in her tone as she rises her shoulders up to her ears to protect them from the cold. Around her waist is a pair of muscled arms that are resting loosely, fingers barely intertwining in front of her midsection.

Kakashi lets out a sound of agreement as he gently sways Y/N, basking in her elation. They have been trying to purchase tickets to the wonderland for the past month and a half and, by some miracle, they have managed to score two tickets.

Normally, the silver haired middle school teacher would avoid crowded places like the plague. Though, with Y/N cutely pouting at him and displaying her infamous – and merciless – Bambi eyes, Kakashi couldn’t say no. So, he spends every day refreshing the website to see when tickets are on sale to surprise her with. And when he got those virtual tickets, she had tackled him and planted kisses all over his face, and hugging too tight his face turns blue when she hears him laugh in delight.

When their QR code is scanned, Y/N drags her husband to the nearest face paint stand and she fistbumps the air when there are only two people in front of them.

She opts for yellow stars with white glitter that trail from above the arch of her eyebrow all the way down to the apple of her cheeks on the left side of her face since that’s her good angle when taking pictures.

“What do you think?” She asks in a sing-song voice, shimmying her shoulders.

Kakashi can’t help but to snort, “Cute.” and he ruffles her hair but makes sure to not mess her straightened bobcut.

Y/N beams up at him and huddles closer to him for heat, smiling brightly when Kakashi’s arm rests on her frame and pulls her closer to him as they walk around the park.

“Where do you want to go next?” Kakashi asks as he scans the rides available, taking note of which one they can go on.

Y/N’s face is frozen in a maniacal smile; big round, shifty eyes and shallow breathing that almost sounds like the beginning of a hysterical laugh.

“Nervous?” Kakashi asks and rubs her arms, well aware of her fear of heights.

Y/N doesn’t reply and instead rigorously nods her head like some bobble head.

“We can start off with the smaller rides?” He offers, “Or we can go straight to the arcade.”

Kakashi’s wife processes his words as she eyes their surroundings, in pursuit for a thrilling yet short ride; both in time and height.

A neon sign, Crazy Hungry Caterpillar, written in the order of green, yellow and red grabs her attention and she tugs Kakashi’s hand and points at the ride of a train designed as a caterpillar.

The line consists of children between the ages of five to ten years old. The tracks are roughly five ten feet above ground and the carts are big enough for two people to ride in, the ideal rollercoaster.

Kakashi doesn’t sigh but he does chuckle at how comical they must look; A hundred and eight centimeter tall man accompanying his a hundred and fifty six tall wife on a ride meant for babies. His suspicion is confirmed when the parents of the children waiting in line stare at them in befuddlement while the children shamelessly gape at them, not that they know any better.

Kakashi just smiles, eyes turning into crescents, as he follows after his bouncing wife. Despite how tame the ride appears, he could tell that Y/N is still nervous from the way she keeps squeezing his hand to the point it turns red and that frenzied grin is still stuck on her face.

They are seated in the middle and even though she is restless, Kakashi knows that Y/N is also excited. She just has a strange way of showing her fear. His wife did not stop laughing during the whole ride, even during the sharp and sudden turns or the small drop towards the end. She even insists they go for a second round and, this time, Kakashi laughs along with her, enjoying and savoring the moment.

Y/N walks on wobbly legs when they get down from the rollercoaster but Kakashi is there to help her. In thanks, she stands on her tiptoes and plants a big, wet kiss on his cheek.

“Oops,” She giggles when she pulls back, “I got lipstick on you.”

Kakashi shrugs, “It’s my own face paint.” and it isn’t funny but Y/N guffaws nonetheless, drunk on exhilaration.

Next, they get cotton candy even though Kakashi doesn’t like anything sweet but he will eat whatever his wife eats. He gets a blue one and she gets a pink one.

“It’s not a sexist thing!” Y/N insists when Kakashi jokingly mentions the colors. “You like blue and I like pinks. Simple.” she huffs, making her husband laugh because he just loves seeing her get all worked up.

The two walk around the park, hands interlocked, mouth filled with soft sugar clouds. The song You by Regard x Troye Sivan x Tate McRae is playing in the background.

They briefly watch as a woman dressed as a winter elf dances while blowing bubbles, children from all ages jumping about in front of her stage as they try and catch them.

A plethora of booths are scattered about; food, apparel, souvenirs, everything is available for purchase.

When they throw away their empty cotton candy sticks, Y/N points to a large house made from wood located in the corner.

“Let’s go check the Haunted House out!”

Kakashi’s eyebrow quirks.

“What?”

At his exasperated stare, Y/N dramatically rolls her eyes, “I won’t get scared, promise!”

“Huh.”

“Promise!”

Y/N gets scared.

Screaming, jumping and laughing at every monster and serial killer that jumps at them. At one point, Y/N laughs so hard and so out of control that one of the actors stands awkwardly in front of her before joining in on her laughter. Though, he isn’t entirely sure why they were laughing. Hey, at least it’s better than that time he got punched by a man dressed in a green leotard. In the middle of winter. With a bowl cut.

Kakashi doesn’t even flinch, nor bat an eye at the man chasing them with a chainsaw. He just follows after his wife to make sure she doesn’t get lost…again.

Y/N is clutching her stomach, gulping air, wheezing a laugh when they finally make it out of the haunted house. And even though Kakashi found it stupid, he still has a light expression because what matters is that Y/N is having fun. And whenever Y/N is enjoying herself, then Kakashi feels happy.

The married couple play a few of those ripped off games and Kakashi manages to win a stuffed llama –

– “His name is Larry!” –

And a red and orange frowning octopus –

– “Kacchan!” totally not after her favorite anime character –

before they get dinner from one of the endless rows of food stalls.

By the end of the night, Kakashi is dragged all over the park for popular selfie spots where he is pretty certain that both of their phones have about five hundred new pictures of themselves and of the gorgeous decoration.

Y/N passes out the second Kakashi pulls out from the parking lot and makes their way home. Though, he isn’t upset that his wife fell asleep.

He knows how hard Y/N had been working the past year and this fun little outing is Kakashi’s way of thanking his wife for all her hard work and effort.

Afterall, he knows that if he is in such a situation, Y/N would do the same thing for him as she had done so in the past.

Kakashi is immensely grateful for marrying such a wonderful woman.

[xenizaation]

dirty wonderland

Warning! Sexual content ahead! Minors please dni!

from the series reinvented christmas songs

pairing: fem!reader x park seonghwa

genre: established relationship (marriage), smut

word count: 1.8k

warnings: dirty talk, pet names, food splosh, oral sex (f receiving), impregnation kink, unprotected sex.

a/n: this is kinda sweet (hahaah just read the fic and laugh with me or else i'll feel very stupid). LISTEN 😤i don't fuck with marriage but for seonghwa🥺.......for mr park i would reconsider🥴.....i would ask for his hand myself🤧.......and throw myself out an airplane if he says no🤕. anyways, hope you enjoy xoxo!!!!

maybe having your families over for dinner wasn't such a good idea. as well you and seonghwa got along, as easily your families did not. always in disagreement, always squabbling about whatever topic was in the recent news, always draining both you and your husband of any energy. you wouldn't have planned it, the dinner, if christmas wasn't so close. you'd say it was a rushed decision the two of you made when you were high on pheromones after fucking right next to the newly decorated christmas tree. a decision both of you have come to regret now as you are cleaning the mess they made, in complete silence.

"i fucking hate when they're over."

you knew. you felt the same. ever since before the wedding, both of you were worried about how it's gonna work out between your families. the few occasions you brought them all together before ended catastrophically and you both came to the conclusion that the best thing to do in the situation was to visit them separately.

"i know baby, me too." you say walking over to him. his backside leaned against the kitchen top, wide shoulders seeming even wider in the black dress shirt he chose to wear, his slightly ruffled hair rested cutely atop his head, everything about him was making you feel butterflies in your stomach. like it was the first night you met him. you join your hands behind his waist and hug him tightly, pressing your cheek on his chest. he drags his arms up your back, slowly rubbing it with his delicate hands. you inhale seonghwa's scent deeply, smelling his familiarity makes you feel at peace almost instantly, and you imagine it works the same for him when he presses a tender kiss on the crown of your head.

"i think we ruined the chance of giving each other the best christmas present of not having them over." he mumbles, mouth still close to your head. you giggle and push yourself even more into his touch.

"it's okay, we'll manage to get over this headache somehow." you say and lift your head, pressing your chin on his chest. he pecks your lips softly and stares into your eyes contently for a few moments.

"everyday i love you more." seonghwa says, and your heart feels like it could burst out of its cage any second. it was moments like this that you thought the universe had a will. you couldn't blame luck for meeting seonghwa. it was not until recently that you've come to the realization that it was actually fate. you and him were meant to be together just like water and land were meant to meet.

"i love you too. you make me the happiest human being in the universe." you give in return, hoping that it's enough for him to understand the feelings you have for him, the ones that overwhelm any others. "but i fucking hate your mom." you add jokingly and he laughs in return, before joining his soft lips with yours once again.

you remain hugged for a few moments longer, swinging from side to side slowly until turns into a dance. there is no music, but you don't even need it, not when you have seonghwa by your side. you're reminded of the dance you did at your wedding, a not too complicated one, seeing how you were at the bottom of the list of good dancers, but one that you held close to your heart nonetheless. now you were performing a similar choreography in front of the oven and the pans, chuckling from time to time when seonghwa picked you up to swirl you around, or when he told you to lean down on his arm. could you ever get enough of him?

he pulls you into his arms once again, kissing you with a different passion this time, one that told you exactly what he wanted, especially with his hands travelling down to cup your ass. he pushed you until your back reached the same kitchen top he was leaning on earlier, parting your lips from his own to make room on it, moving the plates to the side so he can place you on top of the cold surface. your mouths were slowly melting into each other, tongues immediately invading each others space. his kisses slowly traveled down your jaw and neck, kissing the area where you tickle so easily with thirst. a sudden rattle sound filled the kitchen as you jolted in surprise looking to your left. you laughed seeing how seonghwa's hand had come in contact with one of the uncleaned plates, the whipping cream decorating the unfinished piece of cake was now coating your husband's fingers.

you turn your face to him only to be met with a smug look as he held up his hand, smearing the sweet paste on top of your lips.

"baby-" your protests are cut off by him crashing his lips on top of yours again, devouring the whipped cream as well as your lips. seems like your husband has another innovating idea when he gets rid of your top, as well as your bra with quick movements. you return the favor and excitedly unbutton his shirt, sliding it off his muscular shoulders to reveal his magnificent torso. he takes more of the whipped cream on his fingers, and paints your already hardened nipples white. he digs deep into your chest, taking your nipples one by one into his mouth, swirling his mouth around to collect any of the sticky residue. the feeling of his teeth slowly grazing onto them was making you dizzy all around, headspace now in a void yet full of the familiar ministrations of your partner. he rid you easily of the tightness of your pants as well as your panties, not needing to spread your legs apart for you already instinctively done it yourself. he dragged a chair from nearby and sat down on it in between your legs, hooking his arms under your thighs to position you closer to the edge and looking up to you as he once again dipped his fingers in the leftover dessert. no porn in the world would get you off like the sight of him right now.

he tainted various spots along your thighs with his fingers only to dip down after his fingers were partly clean to lick your skin with his warm tongue, working his way dangerously close to your core. he stopped once he reached it, mentally debating what his next move should be, seonghwa reached his fingers that had only a few strands of whipped cream left to your mouth that was slightly parted as it let little moans out. you took them in without hesitating, swirling your tongue around his digits, sucking them clean as you did many times before. only now it wasn't yourself that you tasted on him. he pulled them out of your mouth gently, dragging his hand along the curve of your body till it reached your pussy. you gasped at the sudden touch he offered as he gathered all the slickness awaiting at your hole to part your folds. he latched his mouth right onto your clit, fingers now teasing your entrance. you shrieked under his touch, hand going straight to his messed up hair that was pulling him closer or pushing him away. you didn't know anymore seeing how his fingers were now deep inside you moving in and out, angled the way only seonghwa knew. he worked you up until your legs started to shake around his head, his mouth sucking your clit sloppily and fingers moving into you harder. you tumbled over the edge pulling hard at his hair as you shook violently, pleasured screams escaping your mouth as your orgasm came unexpectedly. seonghwa only dragged his wet muscle down after removing his fingers, licking at your hole to make sure not even a drop of your cum doesn't rest on his eager tongue.

"fuck, you're way more delicious without it." he says as he leans back on the chair, wriggling out of his fitted pants. your face lit up at his words and even more upon seeing his pretty cock spring out of his boxers, excitedly hitting his torso.

"would you ride me princess?" seonghwa questions like he doesn't already know the answer.

"my pleasure." you jump down from the place you were pinned on, quickly placing your legs on each side of him and hooking your toes on his knees after you place your own on the chair to craft a better position for the following action. you slide down on his erect cock eagerly, moaning in pleasure at the familiarity of the heavenly stretch. he quickly squeezed your ass cheeks trying to help as you grinded on him with ease.

"maybe tonight's the night i should fuck my babies into you." he says lowly, starting his own movements of thrusting deep into you. one minute you declare your love for each other and the next you're horny beasts trying to figure out new ways to fuck. it was a pleasant dynamic of the relationship, one that could never get you bored for reasons already stated.

"maybe you should fuck them into me right here and the on the dining room table and then maybe once again in the bedroom." you say through swallowed back moans.

"does your mom know how you talk to men?"

"does yours know you play with your food?"

he smiles as he throws his head back, your hands digging into the skin of his shoulders as he starts thrusting himself faster into you. he pulls you into a deep kiss that makes your lungs burn due to your lack of oxygen. you quickly gasp out for air as he buries his face into your neck, hands finding purchase on your hips when his movements grow erratic. he paints your walls white when his hot seed spills out and when you expect him to slow down, he does exactly the opposite, cock going into you faster as he makes you lean down on the counter, his fingers travelling to your already sensitive clit to start rubbing small circles against it as he fucks his cum deep inside you. still fragile from few minutes ago, you come undone yet again around his cock, crying out his name as both of your releases mix inside you. no feeling quite as coming around your husbands cock in the kitchen of your own home. he kindly waits until your walls stop clenching around him, holding you tight in a hug while patting your head until his member feels soft inside of you. you pull back to study the face of your man under the yellowish light in the kitchen. as beautiful as ever.

"i love you so, so much." you state proudly as you hold his face with both of your hands and plant kisses all around.

"maybe we should have our families over more often." he sighs and you laugh as he gets up and carries you to the dining room table, to further fulfill your desires.

[forever-rogue]

WHEN I TELL YOU THAT I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE FRANKIE 🥺😤💖 IT MAKES MY HEART BURST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If you ever wrote something where he’s worried he’s too clingy and his girl tells him it’s the absolute best and that she loves it, it would be so great I would melt. He deserves all the love he’s so soft

AN |  How does one not love Frankie? It’s impossible 🥰

Pairing | Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 1.4k

Masterlist | Frankie, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Frankie had been…weird lately. Maybe distant was the better way to describe it. It crushed your heart and you couldn’t help but wonder if you had done something to push him away. You sincerely hoped not…you loved him, very much so, and couldn’t stand the idea that you’d done something to upset him. He was normally so warm and open and available to you…now it felt like the opposite. 

You decided it was time to take matters into your own hands and figure out what was going on before things got too far. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You decided to pop over to Frankie’s house while he was still working. You had the afternoon free and the key to his house, so you decided to surprise him with dinner and dessert. There was one specific type of apple pie that he loved and you vowed that you would make it for him, no matter how difficult it was. You had a penchant for setting things on fire by accident, but as long as you were careful, it shouldn’t be a problem…hopefully.

But first, you headed into his bedroom and opened the top drawer of his dresser. You sifted through the various t-shirts until you found your favorite one; it was a dark blue, faded and soft from lots of washing and always managed to smell like him. You ripped off your own shirt and slipped his on instead, grinning as you studied yourself in the mirror. Once you were comfy, you turned on the old record player, grabbing an album at random and letting the soft music fill the house. 

You’d stopped at the store and picked up all the fresh ingredients you’d need in your little endeavors. Once you had your little mise en place situation figured out, you pulled up the recipe for his favorite apple pie and got to work.  

You weren’t even sure how much time had passed when you heard the sound of the front door. Dinner was finishing up on the stove and the pie was cooling on the counter. He came home at the perfect time. 

“Francisco?” you called softly as you popped your head out into the hall. You relaxed when you spotted him, kicking off his work boots. He just so happened to be wearing your favorite red flannel today, which just made you even happier, “my love?”

“Hey,” he smiled at you softly, but there was a flicker in his eyes that immediately told you something was up, “what are you doing here, honey bee?”

“Nothing much,” you made your way over to him and immediately engulfed him in a huge hug, burying your face into his chest, “I just wanted to surprise you and do something nice for you, Frankie. You’ve been working so hard and I figured a lazy night sounded good.”

“Is that…apple pie?” 

“Indeed it is,” you took his hand and started to pull him to the kitchen, eager to show him your handiwork, “more specifically, it’s your favorite apple pie!”

"I - wow…," he looked at you with nothing short of awe in his eyes. You took the opportunity and leaned over to gently kiss him, "thank you."

"Nothing to thank me for," you promised, nudging his nose with yours, "you always do so much for me and I wanted to do this for you."

"You're amazing, you know that?"

"I mean, that's pretty obvious I think," you grinned before sighing lightly, "Frankie, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about…"

"What's wrong?"

"I've just…I've noticed that you seem a little more distant lately. Not that I think, you know, anything is wrong but it just feels different."

Frankie swallowed the lump that had welled up in his throat, before sighing lightly. Oh no. Was this the inevitable break up? Had he finally realized he was much too good for you? Had he found someone better?

"Francisco," his name fell from your lips so softly that it made his knees weak, "you don't have to say anything. If you want to end things with me, I understand. I can…I can just go."

"I…wait - what?" His eyes widened in surprise, "what are you talking about? I wasn't going to break up with you? I would…never."

"Oh. Oh. Really?"

"Of course," he promised, gently touching your cheek, "if anything, I thought you were going to break up with me."

"Never," you grinned at him, "I would never break up with you, silly man! Why on earth would you think that?"

"I…don't laugh, okay?" he anxiously ran a hand through his dark, unruly hair before focusing his gaze anywhere but your eyes. You put your hand on his bicep and gave him a gentle squeeze, silently letting him know that he could tell you anything, “I didn’t want to come off as too…clingy. I don’t want you to feel smothered by me, and sometimes it feels like I do that. I don’t want you to get tired or bored of me.”

“How could I ever get bored of you, my love?” you brushed a few errant curls off his forehead as the corners of his mouth twitched up ever so lightly, “I treasure every single moment I spend with you, and if it was possible to spend every moment with you I would. You’re not clingy, babe, if anything it’s me. I mean…I came into your house just to cook and steal your shirt because I’ve missed you. I love you so much, Francisco. And I like that we’re apparently both very much in love with one another.”

Frankie couldn’t help but lean in and kiss you, slowly and gently, letting his lips linger against yours. He could feel you smiling against his lips as you practically melted into his arms. How on earth could someone ever get tired or annoyed by him? Sure, he wasn’t perfect but nobody was, but he was a good, kind, loving man that constantly tried his best. He was the type of man that would give someone his last dollar or the shirt off his back if someone needed it. Maybe the two of you were a little more clingy with each other than other couples, but there was no problem in that whatsoever. 

“Wait,” he pulled back after a few moments and looked you over, “are you wearing my shirt?”

“Guilty,” you grinned, “it’s so soft and it always smells like you. I love it. And remember, sweet Francisco, we’re a couple, it’s not your shirt or my shirt, it’s our shirt.”

“Of course it is,” he laughed, the kind that made his eyes all crinkly and dimple more prominent, “looks better on you anyway.”

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far, handsome,” you kissed his cheek, “but you’re welcome to steal whatever of mine you want.” 

“Aren’t you just the sweetest?”

“I try,” you pulled out the chair at the kitchen table and motioned for him to sit down, “but now I’m going to stuff you full of food because dinner’s ready but save some room for dessert. This pie took everything I had and you better like it!”

“Yes ma’am,” he gave you a small salute, “bee - we’re okay, right?”

“We’ve always been alright, Frankie,” you kissed the top of his head before grabbing some plates from the cabinet, “more than alright. I love you so much, Francisco Morales.”

“I love you too, honey bee,” he watched you with nothing short of reverence as you dished up what you’d made. He could already tell it was some of his favorites; you really were that good to him. He contemplated his next thought for just a moment before blurting it out, “move in with me?”

You turned around and watched him curiously for a moment before smiling widely, “I thought you’d never ask.”

“Does that mean you want to?” a flush of pink crept into his cheeks as you just smiled at him, nodding as though your answer was so obvious - which it was. But leave it to sweet Frankie to still not believe that you actually wanted this too.

“Yes, my love,” you promised, “I want this too. Getting to wake up next to you everyday sounds like a dream.”

“Yeah?” he was glad he was sitting down or else he was super he would have fallen over from how weak you made him.

“Yeah,” you handed him a plate before grabbing your own to sit down next to him, “now eat and relax.”

“I love you, bee.”

“I love you more, my sweet Frankie.”

[inthegistoftime]

Jesper Fahey headcanon request: being in a long distance relationship with him since you don’t live in Ketterdam. So maybe the hardships that come with that and what it would be like to be reunited with him after not seeing him for awhile? Major thanks in advance and I really like your writing 🥰🥰

Y'all are fueling my obsession with this man. let's do this 😏 I changed it a little bit, I'm sorry if this is an inconvenience 💕

Being in a long-distance relationship with Jesper hcs

You too had been together for a while now

complete and utterly in love with each other

you'd both gotten used to each others presence

whether it was at night when the two of you would cuddle

or throughout the day when the two of you did your shenanigans

So when Kaz sent you out on a mission that was quite a long distance outta town

for about a month

the two of you weren't exactly happy about it

but and order is an order

and who are you to tell your boss --the man who pays you and gives you a roof over your heads-- that you don't wanna go

Jesper is definitely gonna be salty about it

what is he gonna do without his hugs and kisses?? 🥺

he needs his lil cuddle bug 🥺🥺🥺🥺

The first week you're gone is when everyone else sees grumpy Jesper

no talk, me angy 😤

he just misses you, that's all

but then your first letter arrives

and he is VERY excited about it

he switches up real fast

It smells just like you and it's in your hand writing 🥰

he's gonna store all your letters in a little box under his bed

they're from his baby, shut up 😤

He always gets excited about reading them too?

the way you write them makes him feel like he's there with you

like he's seen what you've seen

adores the little pressed flowers you slip on as well

he doesn't really know what to do with them, but he LOVES them ✋🙄

His letters are a bit basic on the outside

he likes to use wax seals too, sometimes he mixes the colours up

he somehow manages to write a three page long letter

bruh idk how

he goes into detail about what he loves about you

how he wishes he was there with you

to protect you

as well as what he's gonna do to you when you get back 🥰

and then he also writes things like

"Day's in Ketterdam are gloomy without your smile here to brighten it up"

"How I miss counting the freckles on your face as the sun sets on your glowing skin"

You have no idea how he manages to write such romantic things when he's a legit dingus

but he always manages to make you swoon regardless 💖

He wakes up earlier then ever on the day you come back

he cleans up your shared bedroom from top to bottom

he polishes his revolvers and your weapons

he even dresses up all swanky and shi for you

isn't he just 🥺🥺🥺💕💖💖💕💖

He waits for you near the dock

and he bolts up to you as soon as you step off the boat

lifting you off the ground and spinning as you both erupt in giggles

he smothers your hands and face in kisses as you steal his hat and put it on your head

definitely the type to mutter words in between kisses

so expect a whole bunch of "I missed you so much kisses" and "I love you" smooches

he takes you out to your favourite place (and neither of you pay for anything)

and once you get back to the Slat, he runs you a hot bath, insisting on taking care of you after your long trip

where he, once again, litters your skin in kisses and love-bites

Ooo, can't forget the 'I missed you' love-making sesh xx

He missed you more then anything in the world bestie 🥺

Get you a man like Jesper Fahey 🥰🥰🥰

xxx

[captainaikus]

HELLO!! I’m so sorry that it’s been a minute since I last interacted but like life has me in a chokehold at the moment and not in the fun kinky way unfortunately. Okay so *clears throat* first of all I love the new theme!!! Mind if I ask why the change? And SECOND your pfp adhkhfygdgkk. I was waiting for you to change it to Oliver at some point soon considering how much you love him. I myself am this 🤏🏼 (THIS) close to changing my pfp to either Bachira or Takemitchy. Big life choices obv 😌. ALSO!! CONGRATULATIONS ON 1K FOLLOWERS!!!! 🥳🎉🎂 That number is insane and I’m so proud of you 😤🥰. Also like speaking of Tokyo Revengers. The last chapter is next week. I’m quietly suffering. I am not ready for it to end. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH MY LIFE NOW HUH?!??!! I wanna cry (I have already multiple times actually but that’s besides the point). Anyways. Hows your day going? I hope that all the creative juices are flowing and that you get your favorite coffee as quickly as possible and that your pillow is nice and cool at night!!! *sends many aggressive virtual hugs because I missed you*

- ✨ anon

✨ anon! HI !! Pls don’t apologize for taking time out; you come first and the blog will always be here ‘Kay? (o^^o)

Me too bb my muscles are aching and not from any... "fun" activities but cause I went too hard at the gym; so I've been sore (but its totally worth it )

ʕ ﹷ ᴥ ﹷʔ

Oh yea new theme!! What I had in mind was along the theme of the dingy halls of beauty and the beast (yk i od'ed over disney movies this week) but then that backfired and it looked depressing so I decided to go with the light theme ; yk when the castle transforms to white marble and the old and cracked one that the beast was living in disappears? Istg when the prince came; such a disappointment cause I really liked the beast ʕノᴥヾʔ

The artwork i used is of awanqi's; and they're one of my fav artists; my phone's wallpaper was set to that and one of my fav pieces was of eros and pyshce (cupid and psyche) and the colors were just- ah. *speechless*

I might change the theme again though (i was thinking of setting it to haikyuu or csm or something? idk i'll have to see how it pans out)

*bangs on the table* this man has managed to make an appearance all over my pinterest feed and I couldn't be happier. I could change the name of my blog to something based on Aiku as well but since I am a multifandom writer and I have a new husband each week, I feel guilty ʕ´• ᴥ•̥`ʔ but yea i'm very much in love with this man and we're married but he doesn't know it yet

You're changing your pfp to Bachira or our crybaby hero ??

Do it ( ⓛ ω ⓛ ) [Istg they are big life choices - I'm curious to see what you pick tho! ૮⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ ა]

YES !! WE MADE IT TO 1K and next milestone is 1.5k and keep growing from there ig? [on the flip side none of my fics made it to that count at the same time? idc cause likes for my fics don't matter to me anyway its all about me creating my own content that i'm satisfied with ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ ]

Oh it's happening ?? TR IS COMING TO AN END ?! Thats... that's big news but at the same time that kind of a good thing ngl cause personally I'm not a fan when the story line stretches out and gets complicated yk?

I just stared at Oliver's pictures this morning and decided to get out bed after my roommate threw a sock at my head and now? classes + work. And i'm also typing out the first edition comfort cause ik what i wanna write now (hoping that this won't backfire either)

The pillow with two cold sides hit right on the spot (T.T) I want more sleep and the day has just begun

I hope you've been doing well? <3 *sending hugs back cause you have been missed (≧∇≦)*