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𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 & 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔

Pairing: environmentalist! jungkook x college student! reader

Series: 1/2

Word Count: 9.6k

Content Warning: practically cottage core, readers dog is a little ‘bitchy’ get it?, age gap (reader is 21, jungkook is 27), lots of nature, skinny dipping, reader is a tease, flowers as a love language, gardening, mutual pining, suggestive themes, tattooed! reader, pierced! reader, nerd talk, improper use of limes and honey, mentions of long-distance relationship, lots of plant-talk.

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A filthy make out sesh, food play?, soft dom! jk, manhandling, grinding, dry humping, big dick! jk, penetrative sex, jungkook trying his best to be a gentleman, sex during a thunderstorm, unprotected sex (don’t be like them).

Of all the months in the year, June was definitely your favourite. What wasn’t there to love? Finally digging up your shorts and bathing suits from the drawer they’d been abandoned in upon the arrival of September. Eating cool treats under the hot sun. Not to mention, the perfect weather. Not too hot that you can’t walk a meter without breaking a sweat but still warm enough to wear shorts.

Best of all, June was when you would drive 3 hours south to Somerset and stay with your parents for the summer. Your parents’ Somerset home was one of two that they owned but it was definitely their favourite. Why wouldn’t it be?

Somerset is a suburb that’s been abundantly blessed with beautiful forestry that shaded over a number of neighbourhoods including your own but not in a way that blocked out the sun. Because once those first hot rays of golden sunshine beamed down on the community, it was practically tradition for everyone to head down to the lake for a swim.

At the end of the summer is the Summer Palooza. There’s great music, even better food, swimming and all kinds of activities for people of all ages to enjoy. Once the chaos of the day passed, the night would be filled with lights, blankets and watching the fireworks light up the sky.

You were already smiling just from pulling up onto your parents’ driveway. You loved it here. If only Taffy felt the same way.

Taffy is the 8-month-old cairn terrier that you bought not long ago as you had gotten a little lonely during the holidays. The minute she became part of your life, you would never live to see a dull day again, nor a stress-free one at that.

When she wasn’t parading around the house with one of your boots in her mouth, she was digging up dirt anytime she had the chance.

This meant lots of running when you took her on walks, hoping the owners didn’t see your dog assault their lawn. You had given up on writing apology letters after the first seven incidents. Your hand was beginning to cramp.

Even though the two of you got along well most of the time, it was moments like these when your heads bashed. Some people couldn’t imagine not getting along with their own dogs. Meanwhile, you didn’t have that much difficulty when it came down to it.

“Don’t growl at me.” You bickered with the terrier who was locked behind the bars of her cage, but still, the sound of her objection scared you a little. “We’re going to stay here for the next three months, trust me, you’re going to love it.” You wondered if anyone could hear you talking to her as if she were an actual human. Was that weird?

Whatever, you didn’t care. She was just as petty, emotional and stubborn as a real human. She made that very clear when the first thing she did after being let out was run to the other side of the living room, far away from you.

“She’s just the cutest thing,” Your mom gushes as her eyes followed Taffy’s fluffy body as she was on the move around the house. “To you,” You mumbled under your breath as you eyed her wheat-coloured fur bounce in the wind as she hopped up the stairs.

You let yourself get comfortable in the soft cushions of your parents’ couch. You talked about your drive over, and how things were with Taffy which naturally led to you bringing up how many times you considered giving her away. Your father found it quite amusing but you weren’t laughing.

“It’s not funny dad. She doesn’t listen to me, and she’s ungrateful--” you stopped talking as you caught onto a shared look between your parents.

“What was that?” you point between them and they try to shrug it off.

“No no, what was that look you gave each other.” You insisted you picked on an exchange between them and would not rest until they came clean.

“Nothing! Just sounds like you found a dog who’s just like you.” you objected, swearing up and down that you were nothing alike. Suddenly you stopped your rant, realizing you were defending yourself against the comparison between you and your own dog.

You had a long drive up, maybe the fatigue was finally catching up to you. It must be since you were yawning for the 4th time in the last 15 minutes. You decided it was time for a ‘nap’.

It was that same nap that consumed you for the next 13 hours, and you’re sure you could’ve slept longer if it weren’t for your mother waking you up. “Y/n, wake up.”

There were only two things you hated in this world. Ketchup and being woken up. Naturally, you turned your body away from your mother’s voice, pulling the sheets over your head while you were at it. Then, she did the unthinkable. The covers were ripped from your body entirely and all at once.

Your eyes shot open and your body shivered as the air conditioning was beginning to make contact with your bare skin. You sat up slowly, eyeing your mother down with death in your eyes.

“It’s Taffy.” You were filled with dread.

---

In nothing but your shorts and tank top, you slipped on your dad's slides before you followed your mom outside. You first noticed the stunning hues of orange that striped over the sky as the sun was beginning to rise.

Part of you thought you’d have to walk a little further out to see this grand revelation that was so important that your mother felt the need to wake you up from your nap, but you could see more than enough from the porch.

Holes everywhere.

But not on your parent’s side of the grass. Oh no, of course not. It’s like she purposely dug up the neighbour's lawn because that’s what would get you in deep shit.

But wait, it gets better. There was a beautiful arrangement of various plants along the neighbour's driveway until now that is. The soil was now littered with chewed leaves and torn petals.

You don’t smoke but you felt that today was the best day to get into the habit.

“Taffy did all this? By herself?” Your finger pointed loosely towards the terrorized grass. Your mom hums in agreement from behind you. Your face was full of shock, disbelief, awe, basically, any word that could describe your bewilderment at the situation.

“She must’ve gotten out last night. I was going to take her for a walk this morning but clearly, she beat me to it.” Your mom explains as the two of you walk back into the house.

“So what are you going to tell them?” your arms unconsciously folded over your chest as you questioned your mother about her next steps. “Me? Oh, honey, Taffy is your dog. Your responsibility.”

“What am I supposed to say? ‘Hey, sorry that my dog absolutely annihilated your property, here’s $1000, please don’t sue me?’’’ Comedy was not your intention, yet your mother laughed anyways.

“Mom!” You whined, practically stomping your feet out of stress. “This is serious! What am I supposed to do? I don’t have that kind of money laying around..” Your thoughts trail off, a mischievous smile briefly appearing on your face before vanishing.

“Y’know, you look so pretty today.” You continue to compliment your mother’s attire, “And your face is looking more and more youthful by the day--” Your mother swatted your fingers away from her face.

“We’re not paying for the damages, Y/n, but nice try.” She smiles, now it was her pinching your cheeks. With one last comforting touch to your upper arm, your mom was going back upstairs. Slowly, your vision panned over to the dog who was sleeping soundly in her little bed.

‘Should’ve given you away when I had the chance’, you think.

----

It was a little past noon and you knew your neighbours were having a heart attack right about now and who were you to interrupt someone during a medical emergency, you should probably just push it off till later, or never, never works for you.

You could see it happening vividly. The old lady takes a mere two steps outside and suddenly grabs her chest before collapsing. God. You couldn’t believe it.

“Y/n, did you tell them yet.?” Now your dad was the one asking as he came down to the kitchen, making himself lunch. “Not yet, I’m going to shower first.” Secretly you hoped you too, would drop dead in the shower to avoid what was to come.

Stopping yourself at your front door, you opened your bank account for sentimental purposes. You were going to miss having money in here. With one deep breath, you made the short journey over to the neighbours.

You had only spoken to them a handful of times over the last decade since your parents had bought the house here. With a quick ring of the doorbell you contemplated running back inside, you could still make it.

You heard footsteps approaching the door, there was no going back now.

Ready to see the old lady with no more than 12 years left in her lifespan to welcome you but that’s not what your eyes were met with at all. Currently face-to-chest with undoubtedly the finest man you’ve ever laid eyes on.

The man was wearing a black long-sleeve button-up that strained over his broad shoulders with the top two buttons undone, teasing the visibly large pecs that lay beneath his shirt. He wore black slacks that were held up by a belt that hinted at his small waist.

“How can I help you?” He smiles warmly.

“You’re not old.” Is the first thing you say.

“I’m Jungkook, nice to meet you too?” He introduces himself, maintaining his quirked brow at your odd statement.

“No- I’m sorry. Obviously, you’re not old, I was just expecting you to be old-- I’m Y/n, I live next door..” You needed to compose yourself, you came here for a reason. You took a deep breath as you looked him dead in the eyes for the first time.

“I recently got a new dog who can’t seem to keep her paws out of the ground so she’s the one to blame for destroying your plants. I’m so sorry, if there’s anything I can do--” It wasn’t until Jungkook told you to breathe did you realize you had tried to say everything in one breath.

You inhaled. Then exhaled.

“Can I show you something?” His question seemed to have been mostly rhetorical as he was already making his way towards the gate between your houses that led to his backyard.

Once it was opened he stepped to the side, allowing you to walk through and you could just about feel your heart fall out of your ass at the sight.

More holes.

More dead flowers.

More money.

You were afraid to look at the man behind you, but you did anyways. His arms were crossed, and you felt sick. “How much is this going to cost me?” You didn’t even want to know.

“Well, with the damage done to the 30-year-old bonsai alone, that’s around eight thousand--”

Your vision went black. Suddenly you couldn’t hear or see. Unconsciously your left eye twitched and you felt like you were foaming at the mouth. He just kept talking and talking, the costs just kept going and going. You never even heard the final amount, the only thing you could hear were the voices in your head telling you to kill that little cairn terrier once you got home.

“Unless..”

Unless?! There was an unless? This was your way out. There was no way you would pass it up. Whatever it was, it couldn’t possibly be worse than selling your limbs just to afford the price of one bonsai.

“Yes! I’ll do it.”

“Great, so I’ll see you tomorrow then?” You don’t even know what he said. You completely blanked out. You tilted your head to the side. “Yes, of course, I’ll be there. For what, again?” Now he looked a little confused.

“To re-plant?” He mirrors your tilted head.

God.

At this moment you hoped Taffy would do what she was good at and dig a hole deep enough for you to crawl in and die.

“Taffy!” You shout the minute you walk through the door. Enter the energetic dog who came bouncing down the steps at the sound of your voice. She circled your feet and you fought the urge to kick her, but even you knew you would regret that.

She seemed to have been in a really good mood today and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, her energy was contagious.

“No! I’m mad at you.” You remind yourself as you kick off your slides and make your way into the house with her following behind you, this time with a toy in her mouth, wanting you to play.

“Not now.” Ignoring her, you take a seat at the kitchen table where your dad was working on some documents with focus. You sat in front of him quietly with a pout, hoping he’d notice you.

You sigh.

No response.

You sigh a little louder.

He flips over the next paper, still ignoring you.

You sigh even louder.

Slamming his pen down on the table, he gives you his undivided attention.

“What is it.”

“Nothing, except for the fact Taffy just cost me like fifteen thousand dollars in property damages.” Your father was silent. He too was in shock like you were earlier.

“He’s charging you that much!?” You shake your head, “No, he’s making me help him re-plant everything that Taffy ruined instead. That’s so unfair.” You complained. Your father couldn’t believe you were complaining about such a reasonable repercussion.

Maybe you needed this.

He goes back to filling out his papers and ignoring you.

“Dad!” You tried getting his attention again but you knew you had lost it for good this time. Instead, you decided to give in and play with Taffy. “Fine.” You take the rubber ball from her jaws, “I’ll play with you, but I won’t forgive you.” You toss it elsewhere watching her run after it.

---

The next morning you found yourself disappointed to see that you hadn’t died in your sleep. That means you actually had to go gardening for the next 6 hours. You were left perplexed once you got out of the shower. Staring at your closet, unsure what one would wear to garden.

You settled on capris and a t-shirt that you didn’t care to get dirty. With one last look in the mirror, you said goodbye to your happiness and made your way next door.

“Good morning,” He greets you the minute you make your way down the steps of your porch. You weren’t surprised to see he had already gotten started on the front lawn, a bag of grass seed on his right and a trowel in his gloved hands.

“Here, I got you gloves.” He hands you a pair of burgundy gardening gloves to match his green ones. “Thanks.” You stood awkwardly as you watched him return to his previous position on the ground.

“Have you gardened before?” He asks, looking up at you from where he knelt on the grass. You nodded, “Not a lot, only a few times with my mom growing up.” He smiles.

“Well, maybe now you can practice a little more. I think gardening is one of those things that don’t really seem to be all that exciting at first but you find yourself doing it and enjoying it more over time, y’know?” Humming along with a plastered smile on your face.

You? Enjoying gardening? Good one.

“Would you mind just taking this trowel and using it to raise all of the lifted-up patches of grass, then I'll add some seeds once you’re done, we can water and we’ll be done for the first part.”

When he says it like that, it sounded like you’d be finished in no time. Never in a million years could you have anticipated that it would keep you preoccupied for the next three hours. At least Jungkook wasn’t the worst person to talk to.

You didn’t talk much in the beginning, not sure if it was because you both were total strangers or because he was devastatingly attractive. Maybe a mix of both.

Just when another period of silence fell over the two of you, your parents were seen leaving your house, waving to the both of you before getting in the car and leaving to god knows where.

“I’ve seen your parents a few times, but I don’t remember seeing you.” Jungkook prayed he didn’t come off as creepy, he was simply curious to know where you’d been these last 4 months since he’d moved in. He’s sure he would’ve remembered you.

“Ah, yeah. I live about 3 hours north of here in Pineley, for school.” Jungkook knew he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t surprised to hear you were still in school.

“Oh really? What are you studying?”

“Just economics, I kind of hate it though, only one more year to go, then I’ll finally be done.” Jungkook was doing his best to crunch the numbers in his head.

Assuming that you graduated high school when you were 18... so 3 years later... You’re 21?

God, you’re 21.

He’s 27 and you’re 21.

Does he find you attractive? Yes, obviously. Who wouldn’t? Has he thought about you since the moment you met yesterday? Of course, but that stops now.

“But enough about me, what about you? The last time I was here, there was an old lady living here.” He chuckles, “So that explains the ‘old’ comment yesterday.” Your face flushes red as you continued to pat down the grass seeds in their rightful places.

“New job, you know how that goes.” You nod with a smile, patting down the last patch of grass, and you realized you were done. “I think that’s it.” He announces, dropping his trowel down the grass, and giving the lawn a lookover.

“It certainly isn’t as pretty as it used to be but once the new grass comes in it’ll look better.” He stands, offering you his hand to help you stand as well. You do your best to swat at the butterflies in your stomach from his gesture.

“Do you want something to drink? I have some inside.”

Now that you think about it, you were quite thirsty.

“That would be great actually, thanks.” you appreciate his kind gesture, standing awkwardly on the lawn not sure what to do until you see his head pop out of the doorway. “Y/n, you coming?”

His house looked nothing like yours. Everything was so, clean. Not to say that your house was dirty by any means but there was something about his selection of colours and arrangement of furniture that made everything so sleek and neat.

He definitely owned more plants than the average person, you also couldn’t help but notice how cool it was in here, but not to the point that it made you shiver, more so a refreshing feeling.

After the both of you washed your hands, he led you to the kitchen and invited you to have a seat on the stool behind his marble island. “You don’t have any allergies, do you?” Your eyebrows raised at his question.

“Allergies? I thought I was just coming here for some water?” You felt more than accomplished to see him laugh even though it was a genuine question.

“You’re helping me with a pretty big task, I think you deserve better than just water.” Anything he said after that fell on deaf ears, your brain was too caught up with his flattery. Maybe gardening wouldn’t be so bad after all.

You were intrigued to watch him pull out a wooden knife instead of a typical steel one. “Is all of your cutlery made of wood?” You were being sarcastic, poking fun at him. What you weren’t expecting was to see him pull open a drawer that revealed various assortments of cutlery all made from wood.

“It is actually.” Now he was the one laughing.

“Why?” Strumming your nails on the counter as you watched him roll up his sleeves for the first time today. Suddenly your palms were open and planted on the surface, bracing yourself. The sleeve of tattoos on his right arm knocked you breathless. Deep breaths in. Deep breaths out.

“Well, because--Are you alright?” He checks in, you looked like you were overheating, and you had to convince him and yourself that you were just fine.

Even if he wasn’t convinced, he decides to let it go and continues preparing your drinks. Turning his back to you as he opened his fridge. You should’ve suspected he had more tattoos aside from the lotus you spotted behind his ear earlier.

“As you were saying,” Prompting him to finish what he was saying earlier, “Yeah, for starters, wood handles heat better, they’re antibacterial but most importantly it’s eco-friendly. We’ve done so much damage to the earth already, so why not do things a little differently, y’know?”

That would explain all the plants. “So, I guess you take this global warming thing pretty seriously, huh?” His head tilts back while he lets out a fit of laughter. “I wouldn’t say that I take it lightly if that's what you’re asking.” He smiles as he skillfully peels the oranges with the knife.

You noticed that he put the discarded peels into a little electric composter he had on the corner of his counter. He was really serious about this earth thing. “I do what I can to reduce my carbon footprint. I had solar panels installed on the roof within the first few weeks of moving here, and I’m sure you noticed all the plants in here. They're quite useful since I don’t actually have air conditioning.”

Your eyes bulge out of your head, “No air conditioning? In Somerset? There’s a heatwave every other week in the peak of summer.” He shrugs, “Didn’t you notice how cool it was when you first walked in?” You nod slowly, curious to see where he was going with this.

“It’s thanks to the sansevierias, ficus elasticas and the aglaonemas I have around the house. When they go through their transpiration process they cool down the air at the same time.”

What.

Your severe confusion must’ve been visible enough to prompt Jungkook to dumb it down for you. “Think of it as when plants feel hot, they sweat and release water into the air which cools it down.”

“What are you some kind of plant freak?” He laughs, reaching for the manual juicer he had on his drying rack. “Environmental engineer actually, but plant freak works too.” You felt almost embarrassed for speaking. You decided to just focus on the freshly squeezed orange juice that was filling up your glasses.

“Enjoy.” He grins as he slid you your glass. Your taste buds were far from ready to handle the sweet yet tangy taste of the oranges. It was easily the best orange juice you’ve ever had in your life. “Oh my god.” He smiles, “Good right?”

“This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” You could not believe you were ranting about juice but there you were. “Would you believe me if I told you those oranges came from my backyard?”

“I would, honestly.”

---

It would be a lie if you said you weren’t a little disappointed to see how quickly the two of you had managed to finish replanting everything in the front yard. It’s been a few weeks and the two of you got along surprisingly well even though he was such a plant nerd.

You had a schedule, twice a week at 10 am you’d be at Jungkook’s door more excited than ever to garden. Something you never thought you’d say.

This morning you were taking Taffy for a walk because why not. It was a beautiful morning, damp grass from the rain the night before and the smell of petrichor still lingering in the air. “Good morning,” Nearly breaking your neck at the sound of Jungkook’s voice greeting you as you watched him approach his car but he stopped in his tracks when he noticed the leash in your hand and what it was attached to.

“Is this Taffy?” He points to the cairn terrier who was suddenly sitting pretty and wagging her tail. “The one and only.” He was already making his way over, making sure not to step on the grass that was growing in nicely.

“Can I pet her?” You were flattered that he had even asked in the first place. So used to children and even other adults just petting her without asking. “Of course.” You permit, watching his face light up as he ran his hand over her brown fur.

“How could something so cute cause so much damage.” It was a rhetorical question but you couldn’t stop yourself from throwing her under the bus, “Cute? This is all an act. The minute you get in your car I’m sure she’ll be 3 feet deep in someone else’s lawn.” The two of you laugh for a moment, falling into natural conversation until Jungkook realized that at this rate he was going to be late for work.

“I’ll see you later, Y/n.” His smile was so charming, so enchanting, so-- Taffy was already barking at you to start walking since Jungkook had already driven off.

“God it’s so hot.” The two of you laid sprawled out on the grass of Jungkook’s inconveniently large backyard. Jungkook had long given up on wearing long sleeves, now opting for simple t-shirts and cargo shorts.

“Maybe we should take a break?” Usually, you would take a break after 3 hours but it had only been an hour and a half so you were surprised to hear him propose such a thing but relieved at the same time.

Following the same routine as always once you go inside, washing your hands then reconvening in the kitchen for something to drink. After about three glasses of water, you were able to stabilize yourself in your seat.

“What’s next?” your curiosity prompts you to ask what the two of you would be doing once you returned outside. “I was hoping to start with the gardenias but I think they’re far beyond repair and we’ll have to buy more.” He leans forward on his folded arms, the closeness between your faces was getting to you.

You held your breath, eyes looking anywhere but his when you spoke. “We?” He backs up, standing back at full height. “Yeah, I thought maybe we could go pick up some more and hopefully by the time we’re back it’ll be a little cooler.”

“Sounds good.”

You had no idea joining Jungkook for a trip to the local greenhouse would turn into an entire tour. It was like every single flower and plant had a meaning.

“Do you just have the meaning of every flower imprinted in the back of your mind?” You cross your arms as Jungkook reached for the gardenias on the higher shelves. “Not every one, but I’m sure I know most.”

“This one?” Your index pointed to the calla lilies. “Beauty.”

“How about this.” Pivoting to focus on the opposite wall of flowers, quizzing him on the first flower you laid eyes on. “Health and prosperity.”

“Every flower really does have meaning behind it.” He hums in agreement, “I think that plants have a language of their own. That’s why bouquets are more than just flowers, they’re statements really.”

“I never really thought about it that way.”

“What about these?” You pointed to the red chrysanthemums that were so beautifully vibrant. “I love you.” It would be a lie to say the both of you didn’t freeze when you took in what he had said.

You were afraid to speak first. Thankfully you didn’t have to. Jungkook clears his throat. “That’s what red chrysanthemums mean.”

“Oh. Yeah, of course. Duh.” Awkward laughter erupts from your chest as you continued to walk by his side toward the checkout.

The beginning of the ride back was oddly quiet as opposed to the one on your way here which was filled with a sing-along and a lecture about the importance of compost.

Sunset was still a few hours away and the weather was still quite hot but it was a little cooler compared to earlier.

“Can we stop somewhere?” You broke the silence and Jungkook was quick to redirect the car to your request.

That’s how you found yourselves walking along Pacific Street. It’s like tourist central. it’s where all the popular shops and restaurants were found. Including Icee’s frozen dessert shop. It was easily one of your favourite spots in town.

You ordered a lime sherbet for yourself and a chocolate sundae for Jungkook.

“How did you know that’s what I wanted?” Jungkook leans down behind you and whispers in your ear. “Because you have 2 pints of chocolate fudge ice cream in your freezer,” You whisper back, watching the woman whisk herself around behind the counter preparing your orders.

“And how do you know what’s in my freezer,”

Your curiosity got the best of you. You wondered if he ate leaves for a living so when you found yourself alone in the kitchen when he went to use the bathroom you couldn’t help yourself.

“Oh! Would you look at that, our order’s ready.”

The two of you walked around town for a while. Now you were the one giving him a tour of the heart of Somerset. Sitting on the trunk of Jungkook’s car the two of you looked over the lake and the people down below you.

“Do you like it here?” With the gentle breeze softly blowing your curls in your face you looked over the lake, not looking at him as you spoke and he did the same. “I mean, the greenery is great, there’s a lot of parks and--”

You turn to face him, “Yeah and the carbon levels here are perfect blah blah blah, but do you like it here?” He grins at your teasing. “I do, yeah. The people here are just...” Neither of you realized how close your faces had gotten until your lips were millimetres apart. “..perfect.” he breathes out and you leaned in but he pulled away.

“Oh. I’m sorry I thought-” Your ears were red and you’re sure your face was too. “No, you’re right... It’s just. We can’t.” He sighs, looking away from you for a moment before looking you in the eyes once again. Your head tilted to the side confused, and he hated it when you did that.

It was so cute.

“Why not?” You ask.

“Because, you’re 21, I’m 27. I just don’t want you to do anything you’d regret.” Your heart warmed. At all times he had your best interest at heart.

“I know what I want, Jungkook.” Cautiously, you moved closer until you were as close as you were before. You weren’t really doing anything but you were driving him up the wall.

“Do you know what you want, Jungkook?” You were bad for him. So so bad. Everything in him was telling him this was a bad idea, but he threw caution to the wind the moment he pressed his lips against yours.

Taking your face in his hands as he kissed you, over and over again until you were left breathless. “Oh shit.” you breathe out and he just laughs. “Where did all that come from?” He leans back with a smug look, “Been wanting to do that for a month now.”

The cool breeze passed by again, bringing a weighted silence with it. Leaving that question in the air. It was all a matter of who was going to address the elephant in the room. Unsurprisingly, it was you. “Now what?”

“Nothing.” He says, and your heartbeat falters just a little. He must've noticed the change of expression on your face, “Nothing if you don’t want anything to change, but I’d be happy to see where this goes..” He struggled to look you in the eyes, not used to being the one under pressure.

“I’d like that.”

“And then he kissed me!” You felt like you were in high school again the way you were throwing yourself all over your bed and swinging your feet as you talked to your dog about your eventful night.

Taffy seemed to have been a little more excited than you were based on her endless barking. “I know right, and now we’re going to the Summer Palooza together.” Taf hopped up onto your bed with you and started to ambush you with licks and it made you laugh.

Even though she was a little monster, she was really like your best friend.

“You really do this for fun, every day?” You were developing a slight attitude, blame it on the heat. You enjoyed gardening when the temperature lets you, but days like these where you could see distorted waves of heat made you miserable.

Jungkook didn’t respond, he only smiled knowing you were just ranting. You felt as though you were melting. Sweat beading on your forehead from doing nothing, the hot sun beating down on your skin with no remorse.

“I’m taking a break.” It’d only been 30 minutes since you had begun gardening today but you couldn’t take it anymore. The moment you walked inside you regret making fun of Jungkook for his lack of air conditioning because those plants were doing a damned good job at cooling you down.

You’d begun to learn your way around his house after spending so much time here. You reached for a glass from the cupboard before pouring yourself a glass of water. Taking sips as if you hadn’t tasted water in days.

You let out a small gasp at the feeling of hands on your waist from behind you, “How can you make drinking water so attractive?” You cringed and pushed him away, “You’re so corny.” You snort before finishing off the rest.

“I wanna show you something,” He says it enticingly, as if what he was to show you would change your life forever. “I’m listening.” You stalk towards him slowly as he picked up his keys off the counter. “Up for a drive?” You grin.

“Y’know, when you asked me if I was up for a drive I didn’t know we’d be trekking through the forest.” You were complaining again and Jungkook could do nothing but roll his eyes. “We’re almost there, I promise.”

True to his words, only a few more minutes and you had arrived at your destination. The 10-minute walk was more than worth it. You were met with the sight of a gorgeous blue lake, it wasn’t the biggest but there were mini waterfalls sliding down the large rocks off to the side.

There was direct sunlight bouncing off the water and making everything seem brighter. “Woah..” You stepped towards it slowly. You were shaded by the forest for most of the way here so you didn’t feel as hot but now that you were out in the open again the heat was overwhelming.

Without thinking you stripped yourself off your top and bottoms, leaving you in just your underwear. “Care to join me?” You pivoted to face the man who was fighting off some of his most intrusive thoughts at the sight of your body.

He could only remain so calm, but the moment he laid eyes on the cherry blossom tattoo that stretched from your mid-thigh up to the underswell of your breast or the butterfly jewelry that dangled from your navel, he was done for.

He was going absolutely feral.

“fuck.” he mumbles, watching you dive in head first. He was feeling too much blood rush south but it didn’t make him think twice before stripping himself of his own shirt and shorts. In nothing but his boxers, he jumped in with you.

He swam towards you with the biggest grin on his face. “Feel better?” You shake your head as your hands moved below the water. “I’m still..” Your voice had dropped an octave and become more seductive, “quite hot.” You punctuated your sentence with the revelation of you holding your panties in the palm of your hand.

Surely you had to know what you were doing to him.

Jungkook feared he would drown.

You’re too distracting, and you only proved his point by stripping yourself of the last article of clothing you were wearing and tossing them onto the grass as well. Jungkook was doing his best to be respectful, never wanting to cross a line without your permission.

That’s how he found himself cross-eyed trying to stop his line of sight from falling. “It’s okay, you can look.” Even then he tried to be respectful and only look for a few seconds at a time but he was hopeless once you had taken his hand and pressed it against your chest.

As if it was second nature he gave it a light squeeze. He thanks the universe for his sharp hearing or else he would’ve missed the small whimper that escaped under your breath. “you drive me fucking insane.” Jungkook’s voice was low and guttural before he pulled you closer to him. Wasting no time to bring his lips to yours.

Kissing you deeply, as if his life depended on it. You were intoxicating. He couldn’t get enough. God, he was going to fucking miss you. It was a bitter thought he kept in the back of his head the more he felt himself getting used to having you around.

Fortunately, he didn’t let that gloomy thought ruin his mood as the two of you enjoyed your time together. Neither of you were expecting to spend two hours swimming but that’s exactly what you did until you couldn’t swim anymore.

The drive home was a wet one but it made the shower feel ten times more refreshing. With a towel still wrapped around your hair and in nothing but an oversized t-shirt you walked towards your bed and checked your phone.

It’s mission impossible trying not to smile at the sight of Jungkook’s name on your screen.

Jungkook: I had fun today ;)

“This is the last one,” Jungkook announces and you felt a little emotional as you watched him squeeze the plant out of its plastic container. It was a blue vervain flower. “Hopefully it rains soon, these ones need a lot of water.” He informs you and that’s when you realized it hadn’t rained in weeks which was a little unusual for a Somerset summer.

“Would you like to do the honours?” He offers you the pile of dirt with the sprouting plant. “Can we do it together?” His eyes crinkle at the sides with a smile. So, together, you planted the blue vervain.

“Are you sure we’re finished? We didn’t miss a spot?” You stand up abruptly, searching through the empty bags of soil and containers that once had sprouts in them. “Y/n, are you okay?”

You were fine. Wasn’t it normal to cry once you finished gardening?

“Yes, can’t you see? I’m clearly fine.” Your tearful eyes weren’t so convincing. You didn’t have to explain what was wrong, because he knew. This wasn’t about gardening. Without thinking he wrapped his arms around you, holding you and it only pulled more emotion out of you.

“I don’t want to leave you.” You mumble through broken cries into his shirt. “I know, but you can’t stay for me either.” He was right. Even though you had just met less than three months ago you grew attached to him so it made the thought of leaving him more difficult than it should be.

It was nearing sunset when Jungkook was doing nothing important at home when his phone buzzed on his coffee table.

He too, couldn’t stop a small smile from forming at your message.

Y/n: do you have limes?

Jungkook: Homegrown or store-bought? :)

You didn’t need any more small talk before you were already on your way over. That’s why Jungkook wasn’t surprised to hear the ring of his doorbell. Always happy to see you.

“Limes?” Jungkook brings up your odd request as he walked behind you towards the kitchen. “Yes, limes. I wanted a snack and we ran out, so now I’m here to take some of yours.” Jungkook did his best to keep his eyes off the way your hips swayed from the left to right with every step you took.

He leaned against the counter, watching you whiz around the kitchen. Grabbing the wooden knife you once judged him for but grew fond of and a lime. “Do you have any honey?” He points to the cupboard to your left.

Now that you had everything you needed, this was your favourite part. Slicing open the first lime in half, then again into thinner slices. You drizzled on just a little bit of honey onto the citron and bit onto it.

Jungkook looked horrified.

“Should I call someone for help?” You took it personally and objected. “It’s so good you have to try it.” You approached him with a honey-coated slice of lime but he immediately moved away from you to the other side of the island.

Jungkook’s place had dozens of big windows and skylights to welcome natural lighting as a replacement for regular lights. That’s how you noticed the clouds get progressively darker over the last 15 minutes but it wasn’t your concern at the moment.

What you needed was to get Jungkook to try your creation. “How about I kiss you instead?” He freezes with interest. “I’m listening.” With the simple beckoning of your index finger, he was standing in front of you.

“Open.” You instruct, holding the bottle of honey high enough so it would fall onto his tongue. Next, you squeeze a generous amount of lime juice on yours before grabbing Jungkook by his cheeks. Crashing your lips together, creating a deliciously sweet but sour taste between the two of you.

Your tongue swiped over his plump lower lip trying to savour the flavour and the kiss to the best of your ability but Jungkook was losing his self-control. His hands found themselves holding you at your hips, pulling your front to be flush against his, but he suddenly pulled away.

Your eyes were half-lidded, dark and full of lust; your lips beginning to swell a little from the previous attack they just endured. you looked like sex on legs and that’s why jungkook had to stop himself.

“What’s wrong?” he couldn’t believe you had the audacity to ask him such a thing. as if you didn’t know. “You. You’re plaguing my mind, y/n, and I’m afraid that once I start I can’t stop.” your teeth played with the plump flesh of your lip at his confession.

“then don’t stop.”

A clash of thunder roared in the sky.

Your clothes were scattered along the stairs leading up to Jungkook’s room which was massive if you might add. You couldn’t believe you hadn’t been up here yet.

Gently, he laid you down on his bed, leaving you to admire his body that was sculpted by the gods themselves. Broad shoulders, defined abs and those muscular thighs you so desperately wanted to ride, but maybe another day.

“You have no fucking idea how badly I’ve wanted this.” The feeling of his hot breath against the side of your neck gave you burning chills. With his arms on either side of you, he rolled his hips into yours and through his boxers alone you could feel his dick that was begging to be freed from its confines.

“I- I need you.” your breath hitched at the feeling of his lips sucking on a particular spot on your neck making you let out a breathless moan.

“You’ve got me. I’m all yours.” He reassures you before he locked your lips with his while skillfully removing your bra. you helped with the action by arching your back giving him full access to undo the clasps.

within seconds he was attacking your full breasts. licking over your nipples with desperation. your hand raised to gently run your fingers through his locks while your legs widened to make more room for the man between them.

soon his kisses began to move south but stopped at the ink that patterned your skin. the tattoo was in black and white since you felt the blossoms were pretty enough that they didn’t need colour. once jungkook was done with you he had managed to colour in every single blossom with sinful bruises.

jungkook’s room was probably the most susceptible to natural light as it had the biggest windows, giving the both of you a front-row view of the storm that pummeled the world outside, but that didn’t matter. nothing else mattered except this very moment.

now paying attention to the jewelry that was pierced into the skin above your belly button. jungkook let his fingers toy with it tauntingly, “a flower, hm?” your eyes were shut, too focused on keeping it together to respond.

“Pretty sure the last time I saw this little thing it was a butterfly, wasn’t it?” your body froze once you felt the pads of jungkook’s fingers touching your clothed core. you didn’t respond.

“I asked you a question didn’t I?” he applied a sadistic amount of pressure to your clit, knowing it was just enough to get your attention but not enough to give you what you were looking for.

“yes.” you breathed out, finally opening your eyes to see he was staring right back at you. “why did you change it? I thought you loved butterflies.” he was mocking you. using your words against you from a discussion you had a few days ago. he knows why you changed it.

“you know why,” as if he was ignoring you he continued to rid you of your underwear leaving you completely bare. “no, I don’t think I do. refresh my memory.” the moment you felt his big and calloused hands gripping your thighs you felt you may never speak again.

Every touch, every whisper, every look he gave you left you on fire and wanting more. “you. I did it for you.” jungkook’s wicked grin was the last thing you saw before your eyes shut as he pulled you to the edge of the bed, with your ankles hanging over his shoulders and his nose against your dripping core.

a flash of lightning lit up the room briefly before it relied on the dim lighting of two naturally scented candles he had lit a little before you came over. “look at you, dripping wet and I’ve barely touched you.”

“please,” you whimpered and he was so weak. he couldn’t deny you for long, you had no idea how much of a hold you had on him. wasting no time, he licked a flat stripe up your cunt and it took everything in you not to scream, including closing your legs on his head.

there was no other place jungkook would rather be than between the soft flesh of your thighs but if he wanted to eat you out until you cried he’d need a little more space.

he pried your legs open once more and you were already shaking. placing a comforting hand on your abdomen he tried to calm you down, “you gotta relax baby, I've got you.”

you were helpless, unable to do anything but grab fistfuls of his organic cotton bedsheets as his tongue assaulted your poor pussy. “f-feels so good.” you whined, beginning to roll your hips against his face.

quickly you felt the heat begin to build in your core with the skillful use of his tongue. “jungkook-!” your vision became distorted as your body was overwhelmed with pleasure, but jungkook didn’t stop. he lapped up every last drop of your orgasm on his tongue before bringing a kiss to your lips.

jungkook was fucking filthy and you loved it.

“I need you,” already one step ahead of you, jungkook was stripping himself of his boxers. in one swift motion jungkook was flipping you onto your stomach and lining himself up with the entrance to your sopping cunt.

you had barely gotten a chance to see and admire his dick but for a brief moment, you did it and had your breath hitching in your throat. you knew you would struggle to stand tomorrow. “you ready, baby?” he checks in with you and you decided to answer with actions.

arching your back and pushing your ass towards him gave him all the answers he needed. “god, y/n. you’re going to be the death of me.” he groans, inching in slowly giving you time to adjust to his large size. A size you knew would take a while to get used to.

he continued to slide in until he eventually bottomed out and your two bodies were connected. you were squirming nonstop beneath him as if trying to escape, body so overwhelmingly full. “just relax,” he whispers near your ear and plants a reassuring kiss on the side of your neck.

doing as told you to relax your muscles and jungkook could immediately feel the difference. “that’s it, you’re taking me so well.” you smile into the pillows at his praises until your mouth fell open with erotic moans once he began to pound into you.

“fuck.” gruff and low moans fell from jungkook’s lips frequently. you never took him to be the kind to make much noise during sex but you were more than pleasantly proven wrong. his sounds only added to the speed at which you were approaching your climax.

“oh shitt, jungkook, I’m gonna-” this time you really did scream at the added pleasure from the friction you felt as jungkook mercilessly rubbed your clit. “me too, baby. me too. just hold it a little longer.” you couldn’t. it was impossible but you tried to hold it for as long as you could.

“cum.” you didn’t have to be told twice. your arms went limp, no longer able to hold you up as you were pushed over the edge and came with jungkook following closely behind. his hips losing their consistency and becoming erratic before you felt him painting your insides with his cum.

“oh shit..” the room was filled with nothing but the sounds of your heavy breathing and even heavier rain as it bounced off the glass of his windows. “at least it rained.” your voice sounded weak from all the screaming you’d done.

your body was weak but your brain couldn’t seem to understand that as you watched jungkook whiz around the room with heart eyes. he looked like the epitome of sex and sin. the waves of his hair falling over his face loosely as some were stuck to the sweat on his forehead.

the size of his muscles distracting but not distracting enough to consume your attention away from the tattoos that covered the entirety of his right arm. before you could drool over him any longer he was already making his way toward you with a warm cloth to help clean you up.

Once the necessary post-sex priorities had been taken care of, the two of you were left cuddling in Jungkook's bed. He had one hand behind his head and the other on your waist as you laid your head on his chest.

Jungkook didn’t want to ruin anything with you but he was a strong believer in communication. This is why he brought up the sombre thought that plagued his mind for the majority of the summer. “When do you leave?” your head sunk along with his chest as he exhaled heavily.

You pick your head up to make eye contact, “Is this your way of kicking me out?” His eyes bulged. “No, never. I mean when do you have to go back to Pineley?” Now it was your turn to sigh. Putting your head back to where it was before, beginning to draw small circles on his pecs.

“Thursday.”

“Oh.”

That was three days away.

“yeah.”

This conversation suddenly made your lips feel chapped, “do you have any chapstick?”

“middle drawer,” he replies, prompting you to roll away from him and check the instructed drawer. Looking for a small tube, instead, you found a journal of sorts. “What’s this?”

Jungkook sits up with a defeated look on his face. “It’s a present. For you, actually.” Your ears perk at that. “For me?” He nods, “Open it. I was going to give it to you the day you leave but I suppose now works.” The book is still unopened, you tilt your head to the side, confused.

God, you were so fucking cute.

“Why not just give it to me at the Palooza?” He sucks in a breath of air through his teeth, “About that. I got sucked into some board meeting that day with some important people like state officials and whatever, but I tried to get out of it, believe me.”

Holding one of his hands in yours, you reassured him that everything was fine. “That sounds like a pretty big deal. It’d be silly for you to blow it off for some dumb event.”

“It’s not some dumb event and you know it. You talked about the Palooza as if it were heaven on earth, and I was looking forward to going with you.” Your heart swelled. “Yeah, I mean, there’s always next year,” you say and it causes Jungkook to grin.

“Next year? You sure you won’t forget about me by then?” Playfully you sent a hit to his chest, “Don’t say that. I’m gonna open my present and forget you even said that.” Admittedly he was a little nervous. He wasn’t the best at gift-giving, never knew what exactly to get people.

Your eyes scanned over the pages as you flipped through them. It was like a flower dictionary. It had all kinds of meanings for all kinds of flowers, but there was something personal about the way the journal was put together.

The paper had a little more texture than you were used to seeing, it must’ve been recycled; but the way the string held together the pages at the top through unevenly sized holes made you wonder.

“Jungkook, did you make this yourself?” His face was red. “Yeah, I know it’s a little lame but I--” Leaving the book on your lap before you pulled him close by his face and pressed your lips to his, pulling away with a smile. “I love it.”

“Remember to give us a call when you get back, alright?” You hugged your parents tight as they helped load your car will all the stuff you brought

“I will.” You smile waving goodbye to them as you stood near your car and your parents made their way inside. It would be a lie if you said you weren’t secretly hoping to see Jungkook one last time before you left.

That’s why you were so delighted to see him step out his front door, but not empty-handed. A bouquet of flowers accessorized his right hand as he made his way toward you.

“You’re here,” Smiling with nothing but teeth as he stopped in front of you.

“I had to see you before you left, I didn’t want to interrupt.” He gestures to your house which your parents had just walked into. “I got these for you,” Handing you the bouquet of arranged flowers that consisted of pink carnations and white clovers.

You’d spent an embarrassing amount of time reading Jungkook’s little flower dictionary he had given you which explains why his bouquet nearly moved you to tears just from looking at it.

You remembered what he had told you in the greenhouse all those weeks ago.

“I think that plants have a language of their own. That’s why bouquets are more than just flowers, they’re statements really.”

Pink Carnations: Gratitude, I’ll never forget you.

White Clovers: Think of me.

“It’ll be impossible to forget you.” Your bodies moved on their own accord. He wrapped his arms around you and yours doing the same, even with the bouquet in hand. It was as if neither of you wanted to pull away but you knew you needed to go.

“I’ll see you at the next Palooza.” your heart hurt a little to see the sad smile he had on. “Sure, but if you're able to squeeze me into that tight schedule of yours, maybe you could come to visit sometime?” You were nervous, you were proposing more than just Jungkook visiting you in Pineley.

“Like, long distance?” The arch of his brow told you everything you needed to know and you were regretting opening your mouth in the first place, “If you’re up for it?” You begin to make your way toward the driver's side of the car, thanking him for opening it for you.

Carefully placing the flowers on the passenger seat with Taffy in the back. “I’m certainly willing to try.” There was the grin you were hoping to see on him before you left. Closing the door, and strapping on your seatbelt, Jungkook stepped to the side of the driveway giving you the space you needed to pull out, but you stopped parallel to the sidewalk.

“See you in Pineley?”

“See you in Pineley.” He smiles, waving you goodbye before you drove off.

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𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰/ 𝐑𝐡𝐞𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐲

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: all characters over the age of 18. Also, this post is for those over the age of 18!🔞

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞

𝐴 = 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 (𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑥)

Rhea, or Mami, as you sometimes like to call her, has the same aftercare every time you have sex at home. After ravaging you utter and completely, she asks you how tired you are (which means she can run a shower, a bath or if you just want to be wiped with a warm flannel).

When you want a shower, Mami will light a few candles and make sure the water is running nice and warm for you. She'll hand you a wash cloth and ask if you want company or not.

If you want a bath, it usually means you want a bath with her. So, she puts in your favourite smelling bath bombs, or oils - whatever you prefer, and lights a lot of candles so you don't have to use the bathroom light. She has soft music playing, so you can lean against her.

And if you're too tired, she'll bring over a bowl of warm water and a wash cloth, to wipe you down everywhere. Making sure you feel cleaner.

𝐵 = 𝐵𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 (𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟’𝑠)

𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟:

Her biceps; she worked really hard on them, but also her stretched ears (she worked really hard on them as well). Oh and her tattoos, honestly, she likes a lot about herself. That's one reason why she's so confident...

𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮:

...Everything. She finds everything about you so sexy. The sound of your voice, the way you walk, your hands, the shampoo you use, the colour of your eyes, the way you look when you're concentrating so hard.

𝐶 = 𝐶𝑢𝑚 (𝐴��𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑐𝑢𝑚)

Mami likes it when you cum in your underwear and she can take them with her. Especially when she's away, she'll bring them out and smell them while she plays with herself.

When you're together, she always loves to taste your cum. It's her favourite flavour.

𝐷 = 𝐷𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑆𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡 (𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦, 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑠)

You've both talked about your fantasies, and one of Rhea's is that she wants to fuck in the ring. She has wrestling sex fantasies where you're both in the ring and fighting/fucking.

𝐸 = 𝐸𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦? 𝐷𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔?)

Mami knows what she's doing. Even if she doesn't, she'd never let you know. It's always fake it til you make it, and for you, she always wants to put on her best face - make you feel like you're in safe hands.

For the majority of it, she knows what she's doing. She's experimented with men and women, as well as transgender men and women.

𝐹 = 𝐹𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑃𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 (𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔.)

She likes cowgirl, seeing you on top of her. Looking into your face, seeing your pretty expressions as you grind against one another. She also likes it so she can grab your ass and pull your hair.

𝐺 = 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑓𝑦 (𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠, 𝑒𝑡𝑐)

Humorous at first; getting you riled up in mischevious ways - getting you smiling yet horny at the same time. And then when you start to become breathlesss, when you start to wriggle and squirm, then she becomes more and more serious.

𝐻 = 𝐻𝑎𝑖𝑟 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦, 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑝𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑠, 𝑒𝑡𝑐.)

She's completey groomed - Mami waxes everything. It's for compeititons/matches. With the costumes being so short and tight, she has to.

𝐼 = 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑦 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑎𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡…)

Rhea is very loving, she's hands-on, wanting to touch you everywhere. Mami feels like she can't get enough of you, like she needs to feel you, every part of you. She loves you, and wants to have her smell all over you, and all of you over her. It's an animalistic feeling.

𝐽 = 𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑂𝑓𝑓 (𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛)

Nearly every night, or every second night. She has a lot of energy, and usually just masturbates for like an hour. It's more to kill time then anything. But she does think of you to jack off. She can't finish unless it's your face in her mind, well - your face and body... doing very naughty things.

𝐾 = 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑘 (𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑠)

Mami lovess nipple play; pulling, pinching, sucking and biting. This kink is her own, and loves when she lays down and you just start sucking on her nipples, playing with them.

Rhea also likes wearing a dildo, especially this really girthy, large one. If she had a cock, it's exactly what it would look like. She likes when you suck it, and use it exactly as if it was a real cock.

Others include:

Using a blindfold

Handcuffs

Bondage

Spanking

Spitting

Edging

Dom/Sub

Praise kink

Mutual masturbation

𝐿 = 𝐿𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 (𝐹𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜)

At home, in the shower, in the bath, on the floor in the bedroom, on the kitchen bench, on the dining room table, the couch. Anywhere is here favourite.

𝑀 = 𝑀𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 (𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑜𝑛, 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔)

Hearing you whimper, watching you walk by without any pants on, when you suck on a lollipop, when you just come out of the shower and only have a towel on, when you're sweaty, when you're cleaning, when you've just woken up. There's too many ways to get Rhea going, it just has to be revolved around you - and she's ready to go.

𝑁 = 𝑁𝑂 (𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑑𝑜, 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑠)

Threesomes, or letting anyone else see you as she gets to. Mami is VERY possessive over you. She doesn't like others seeing your body. That might shock you, but Mami doesn't want anyone else. She isn't interested in anyone but you.

𝑂 = 𝑂𝑟𝑎𝑙 (𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙, 𝑒𝑡𝑐)

Complete 50/50. Both giving and receiving, because Mami is great at giving head, completely amazing at it. But you also like to please your Mami. You want to make her happy. So, you make sure that she'll never experience anything better.

𝑃 = 𝑃𝑎𝑐𝑒 (𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ? 𝑆𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙? 𝑒𝑡𝑐.)

All of the above. Because once again, it depends.

If she's been apart from you, then Mami is fast and rough - trying to get all of you at once, kissing and biting because she hasn't been able to.

But if she's been at home and wants to treat you, then she's sensual and slow. Romantic - sweeping you off your feet. Making you feel treasured.

𝑄 = 𝑄𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑒 (𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑥, ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛, 𝑒𝑡𝑐.)

Rhea prefers proper sex than quickies. She wants both of you to be satisfied. And if you don't have time for proper sex, then she'll wait until she has the time to sweep you off your feet. (side note: she's also very romantic, so that ties into it).

𝑅 = 𝑅𝑖𝑠𝑘 (𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑘𝑠, 𝑒𝑡𝑐.)

You actually have a sex bucket list! That's one of the reasons why you guys have such a packed drawer full of sex toys. But you can also find different kinds of lube in there, costumes, etc.

𝑆 = 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑔𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟, ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡…)

Depends.

After working out; three times. After a match (that she's won) five times. After a match that she's lost only once (and you're the one to initiate).

If it's her day off, then you could go three times morning, lunch and dinner. She can go for a long time as well. She really likes building up the pressure.

𝑇 = 𝑇𝑜𝑦 (𝐷𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑦𝑠? 𝐷𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚? 𝑂𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠?)

YES? OF COURSE SHE DOES! What a stupid question. There's a whole drawer full of different coloured dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, hand-cuffs, whips, paddles.

She actually laughed at the 50 Shades of Grey movie.

Mami likes to use a dildo on you, but she really likes nipple clamps on her. Doing that together causes a whirlwind of moans and cries.

𝑈 = 𝑈𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟 (ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒)

She loVES to tease you, but as soon as you tease her, she can't handle it. It's like a short circiut in her brain. She can dish it but can't take it.

Rhea loves making you call her Mami, and moan as loud as you can. It's very gratifying for her.

Lightly touching you; especially in public. For example, pressing against your back and wrapping an arm around your waist. Or quickly kissing your neck.

She'll pick up your hand and kiss your palm and wrist. Her hot breath an overwhelming feeling.

𝑉 = 𝑉𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑒 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒)

She doesn't make a lot of loud noises, but Rhea does have these beautiful moans that sound like actual heaven. On the flip side, she also has these animalistic grunts and snarls; both turn you on. How couldn't they? It all depends whether she's pleasuring you or you're giving her pleasure.

𝑊 = 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑑 (𝐺𝑒𝑡 𝑎 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒)

Likes to leave black lipstick marks all over your face before events. Commentators have said how they see the marks going down your neck and ... then they had the opponent thrown at the commentators table.

𝑋 = 𝑋-𝑅𝑎𝑦 (𝐿𝑒𝑡’𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑖�� 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠)

Rhea is very muscled and toned. Big, strong shoulders, thick biceps, big hands and long fingers. She's got a six pack and a firm ass. Rhea looks like an actual fighter.

𝑌 = 𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑥 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒?)

Quite a high sex drive, she gets a thrill from dominating others. But she also loves to be dominated (but somehow all the while it feels like she's still in control some how). But she's into quality over quantity; if she can get out her energy in a productive way during sex, then her drive lessens greatly. But if you've been apart from each other for a long time then she's immediately going to jump you as soon as she sees you.

𝑍 = 𝑍𝑍𝑍 (… ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠)

She takes a while to drift off - especially if she's had a restful day. But if it's after a match she's out like a light. You'll be in the middle of a conversation and then just start hearing this snoring coming from your left side and you roll your eyes. (It's a canon event)

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Hype Boy

🕊Summary: Changbin takes Binna and mama Seo to a new jeans concert…where he possibly enjoys it more than his girls

🕊 Warnings: Marshmallow fluff, pet names, baby Binna being the cutest bub, concert setting( Changbin reserves a VIP box don’t worry), fem!reader, Husband!Binnie

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Everyone knows Changbin is the world’s biggest new jeans fan– and secret member. But, he loves you and Binna more. However, he has been getting Binna into New Jeans since she was in the womb.

Yes, the womb

You remember being 7 months pregnant, cuddled up to your oh so loving and doting Binnie in matching my melody pajamas. He picked them out, dduuuuhhhh. If there was one thing Binna could recognise from inside the warm home that was your womb it was Changbin’s voice.

It was currently 9 o’clock at night and you were trying to wind down for the night. But, no, your sweet husband had other plans. “Bin, my love….. It’s quiet time. I can’t sleep when Binna is kicking me.” You whined, from your spot on your shared bed. That was covered in a soft pale sage green colored bed spread. Changbin was perched over your belly, his hands bracing either side, as he sang Ditto for what seemed like the upteenth time.

“Stay in the middle

Like you a little, don't want no riddle

Say it, say it back, oh, say it ditto

Can't wait 'til the morning, so say it, ditto,” he sang to your belly, feeling the kicks of his unborn daughter. Yes, you loved that muscle marshmallow cutie little gym bro with all of your heart. But, you just wanted to sleep. “Bin, binnie, binnie, please. I want to sleep.” You tried calling out to him, your left hand in his hair, running through the soft and slightly curly black locks.

Only then did he peek up at you with his big dark chocolate boba eyes. “Huh? Did you say something, bunny?” he asked with a soft blush on his cheeks, tinting them a pretty rosy colour. “I said, I want to sleep, yeobo.” You softly pleaded, eyes tired from your lack of sleep– even if you napped multiple times that day.

“But, jagiya, we have to get her ready for the concert,” Changbin pouted, pressing soft and delicate kisses to your belly. “Binnie, the concert isn’t for a whileeee. please , we- you can prepare her more once she’s here.” You crooned, feeling him nod against your tummy.

Before he moved away from your belly, he whispered to Binna, “ appa will make sure you’re ready for the concert, princess. Don’t worry.” Then, he was laying himself next to your relaxed and slightly aching body, before giving you a goodnight kiss.

You have been dealing with Changbin ‘preparing’ Binna for a while. He sang to her all the time and a lot of the time it was New Jeans. Not only would he sing, he would dance. While her chubby body was sitting in her bunny shaped bath-seat, while she was in her rocker while you were doing laundry, any time and occasion you can think of Changbin was performing for Binna.

Here’s the thing, the concert wouldn’t be for a while….and Binna would be a year old when it took place. But, no no, he was sure his princess was ready.

Binna, now, was 11 months old and the concert and the tour dates, concert locations and ticket buying sites had been uploaded. And, man …..Changbin was soooooo excited when he came bounding into the living room that day.You’ve seen him excited before, like when you told him you were pregnant, when you said yes to his proposal, when you found out you were having a baby girl. But, this seemed a little different– maybe in a fanboy way.

You should’ve known why he was so excited, especially with the way he was gushing and ranting and raving about the concert and taking Binna to her first concert.

At the time, you had been sitting on the couch folding laundry while Binna was in a rocker next to you. Then, Changbin came running in, excited giggles leaving his mouth. “Honey, yeobo, jagiya guess what?!?!” He giggled out, his phone securely held in his hand. Upon hearing her appa’s voice, a curious Binna looked up at where her appa stood, seeming so excited. “What is it that got you so excited, binnie?” You asked, before he leant down to pick Binna up into his arms.

Binna just looked up at him, flashing him a cute smile as he pressed a kiss to her nose. “I got us New Jeans tickets! You hear that, Binna bear? We’re gonna see New Jeans,” he cooed, tickling Binna’s stomach as he wiggled in his hold, soft high pitched squeals falling from her mouth.

Sure, it sounded fun. You, Changbin and Binna at a concert– her first concert– but was it safe? Safe for a year old baby? Changbin knew you too well and could easily tell and see it on your face, that you were unsure. “Aish, jagiya. I have it all taken care of. I reserved a VIP box. We’ll be safe and sound and Binna can even wear headphones, since it’ll be loud.” Nodding your head, you bite your lower lip, in thinking. “O-okay Binnie. I trust you and I know you’ve been looking forward to this, probably more than Binna. Right baby girl?” You smiled, as you stood up from the couch, to give them each a kiss.

The next month was hectic. Preparing for Binna’s first birthday, planning the party, etc etc. But, the party went smoothly. A pretty pink princess theme for Binnie’s precious princess as he said. It was a blast, but that didn’t mean concert preparations stopped. No, Changbin still performed for Binna, got you all matching New Jeans inspired outfits. He even tried to teach her some simple moves from different choreographies. She had no clue what was going on, but still loved every minute of watching her silly appa dance and sing around.

Then, came the concert day. Changbin tasked himself with getting Binna ready, while you readied yourself and the baby bag. He had done a pretty good job of choosing her outfit, if he did say so himself. He was already dressed, wearing medium washed wide leg jeans,a white tee shirt that had a bunny printed on the front, along with black and white sneakers and a baseball cap with fluffy ears attached on top.

He was ,currently, in Binna’s nursery getting her dressed. She laid on her dressing table as Changbin slid a pair of baby jeans over her chubby legs. “Are you excited, princess Binna? Ready to see New Jeans,” he asked as he pressed kisses to her round belly, causing her to let out giggles and kick her legs around. “I think Binna bear is so excited,” Changbin giggled, reaching to grab the shirt he picked out for her.

As he usually does, he started singing.

“I got no time to lose

I had a long day

I miss you

Ra-ta-ta-ta echoes my heart (Ra-ta-ta-ta)”

He sang, sliding a pick shirt over her head, and putting her arms through the sleeves. Binna giggled, reaching up to her appa, as he continued singing. “I got nothing to lose.I like you, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah.Ra-ta-ta-ta echoes my heart (Ra-ta-ta-ta)

But I don't want to,” he kissed her cheeks repeatedly, as he softly brushed her soft curly hair. Pressing her chubby hands to Changbin’s cheeks, she giggled and sang with him. “Ra ta ta ta,” she babbled out, causing Changbin’s heart to soar.

His princess was ready

Smiling, he picked her up, cuddling her against his chest as he slid her own hat on her head. It was a light wash denim with small charms and bunny ears. “Wah, my princess is so cute. Should we show Eomma your outfit, Binna bear?” He cooed, bouncing her in his arms as she giggled and clapped, “eomma eomma ga,” Binna babbled out, clapping her hands.

She really was his daughter.

Making his way into your shared bedroom, where you had just finished getting ready, he called to you in a sing-song voice. “Jagiyaaaaaa, Binna and I are readyyyyy,” he giggled, as Binna smiled and clapped, “eomma eomma ga,” was all she giggled out, seeing you.

Smiling, you turned around to be met with the cutest sight you ever did see. There was your husband in his outfit and your baby princess in her outfit. “Waaah. Look at my Binna! Did appa pick this out for you,” you squealed, rushing over to them as you took in his choice of her clothing. Pressing a kiss to her forehead and Changbin’s lips, you took Binna into your arms and smiled as she clung onto you. “Ooooh, my princess. Hi baby girl.” You swooned, cuddling her closer to your chest, before turning to Changbin. “Jagiya, the baby bag is ready. We’re ready to leave when you are,” you smiled at him as Binna continued clinging to you. “I’m ready, yeobo!” He smiled, grabbing the baby bag and practically sprinting downstairs. “You appa is so silly, huh, princess?”

About an hour of driving to the stadium, then finding a parking spot, checking in and making your way to the VIP box; you, Changbin and Binna had settled into your seats. The stadium was huge, as well as packed and loud. But, thankfully you and your family were tucked away from all of the fans. The goal was to enjoy the concert and not have it turn into ‘Stray Kids’ Changbin attends New Jeans concert with his wife and daughter,’ and have attention on you three.

Binna was placed in a chest harness that you were wearing and holding a lightstick in her hands. That way you all would be able to be standing and able to dance along, without you or Changbin having to worry about your arms getting tired from holding Binna.

On stage at the moment was an opening act and they were good, yes. But, Changbin was anticipating for the lights to come down and to hear the opening music.

And when they did, you heard Changbin scream– very loudly. “Yahhhhhh!Let’s goooooo!” Smiling, he turned to you and Binna, who was currently kicking her arms and feet around. Her big brown eyes looked everywhere to take in all of the new surroundings. “Are you ready, my girls? Are we going to have so much fun?” He giggled as Binna was giggling back at him, while you were clapping as the New Jeans girls made their way on stage.

First on the setlist was OMG, which meant Changbin would look and point at you everytime he heard ‘eomma eomma ga.’Which was exactly what he did. Of course throwing in his “who made you so beautifully’ joke. Rolling your eyes, you smiled as he took your hands and swayed around, singing. “Binna, who made you so beautifully?” He asked, as she giggled and looked up at you. Nodding his head, he sang. “Eomma eomma ga!” All the while, he was doing the choreography.

He knew all of the choreography by heart and at this point you were unsure if this was a New Jeans concert or a Changbin concert, with New Jeans in the background. You also couldn’t tell who was enjoying the show more– Binna or Binnie. But, let’s be real. It was Changbin, for sure.

Next came hype boy, another favorite song in the Seo household. You knew Changbin was going to eat this one up and he did. Not only did he eat, but he left no crumbs. Singing and dancing, he gave it his all. Holding on to Binna’s small hands, he moved them to the choreography, his loud voice chorusing the lyrics.

“Baby, got me looking so crazy

Ppajyeobeorineun daydream

Got me feeling you

Neodo malhaejullae

Nuga naege mweoradeun

Namdeulgwaneun dalla neon

Maybe you could be the one

Nal mideobwa han beon

I'm not looking for just fun

Maybe I could be the one”

Laughing, you sang along with him. You couldn’t deny your love for the songs either, and neither could Binna. Her small lips chorused what she thought were the lyrics. Changbin was having the time of his life, as he continued his personal concert for you and Binna.

“Oh baby

Euiminhadae na lately

Neo eopshineun maeil maeiri yeah

Jaemieopseo eojjeoji

I just want you

Call my phone right now

I just wanna hear you're mine

'Cause I know what you like boy

You're my chemical hype boy

Nae jinan naldeureun

Nun tteumyeon itneun kkum

Hype boy neoman weonhae

Hype boy naega jeonhae’

Binna was excitedly waving her lightstick around, and yes it did manage to hit Changbin a few times. But, that was no problem for him ,as long as she was having fun. Which she was but not as much fun as he was having.

That continued on until the song came to an end. But, the show was far far from over and you knew that there was more to come.

Thirdly was Cookie, which might have been Binna’s favorite song. Only because hearing that song meant she got a cookie. So, in her position from where she sat in her harness on your chest she giggled,”cookie cookie!” But, in her baby voice it came out more like “ookie ookie!” Really, she was the cutest thing. Proudly, Changbin smiled and turned to where you two stood, thinking she was singing. I mean, she was….but she mostly wanted her cookie.

“Cookie!” She squealed again, arms and legs still kicking. You giggled and reached into your baby bag, holding out a cookie for her as Changbin started his singing and dancing again.

“Siksaneun eopseo, baegopado

Eumnyoneun eopseo, mongmallado

Dalkomhan, manman, dijeoteuman man

Wonhage doel geo, aljana?

Siksaneun eopseo, baegopado

Eumnyoneun eopseo, mongmallado

*Dalkomhan, manman, dijeoteuman man*

Wonhage doel geo, aljana?”

He swayed around, as you fed Binna her cookie. Which she gladly took, her chubby hands holding it to her mouth as she chewed. “Binnnaaaaa? Is it yum?” You cooed, as Changbin had paused his show to take a sip of his water. “Ummy!” She giggled out, crumbs falling all over her face and outfit. “Aigo, my messy baby,” Changbin laughed as he carefully dusted the crumbs off of her before pressing a kiss to her chubby cheeks. Grasping her cookie, she held it up and giggled, big bobs eyes forming crescents. “Ookie!” Chuckling, Changbin nodded his head and watched as she stuffed it into her small mouth. “Yes, bunny. Cookie.” He replied, as he went back to watching the show, seemingly more out of energy than he was before.

As the show continued on, you and Changbin found yourself seated more, holding Binna on your laps so she could see. “ Having fun, up there, princess?” You asked, as Changbin held her on his lap, her short chubby legs bouncing. “I think she’s having a blast, yeobo,” he retorted only to be met with you flicking his forehead. “Yah! What was that for?” He whined, pouting his lips at you. “I think you’re speaking for yourself, mr secret new jeans member,” you chuckled at him as Binna turned to look at you, her small hands clapping. “Am not, look at her! She’s having so much fun!.............I just have more fun.” He whispered out the last part.

By now, it was way past Binna’s bedtime, and you could tell. The later up she was, the more pouty and cuddly she got. And currently, she was laying on your husband’s chest pouting; knowing her small body was tired out. “Uh oh. Is my princess tired?” Changbin cooed, one of his large hands supporting her back and the other smoothing her hair, the hat having been taken off an hour ago. Binna only nodded and shoved her face into her dad’s chest, soft whines falling from her lips.

“Think someone’s ready for bedtime, huh?” You whispered, you leaned across your seat to reach into the baby bag and retrieve Binna’s dwaekki and blanket.”Princess, dwaekki is here. He says it night-night time.” You preened, carefully laying the blanket over her body and resting the small dwaekki plush in her arms, which she quickly clutched onto. “Dwaekki,” she pouted out, as a small yawn fell from her pink lips and her eyes started to close.

Changbin nodded, and tucked the blanket closer to her body, “go to sleep, bunny. Appa’s got you.” He whispered, pressing a small kiss to her forehead, as her eyes fell shut. “Pretty girl got all tired out. Too much excitement for her,” you said to your husband as he was gently rocking the sleeping babe on his chest. “ It seems so,” he told you in reply, tightly holding Binna to his body.

Thankfully, now the concert was drawing to a close. The members were on stage giving their thank you speeches, before they would walk off stage. Slowly, the lights in the stadium came back on causing you and Changbin to groan and blink. “Aish, so bright,” you complained, rubbing your eyes and stretching your muscles. “Aigoo. I know.Thankfully, baby bunny is still asleep.” He smiled, carefully standing up so as to not wake her. Turning to him, you wrapped an arm around his midsection and leaned forward to kiss his cheek . “Ready to head home? I’m ready to sleep.” You questioned, softly running a hand over Binna’s hair. Pressing a quick kiss to your lips, Changbin let out a yawn. “Yeah. I’m pretty tired too.”

With that, you and Changbin made your way out of the stadium. He, initially, had wanted to go backstage and let the New Jeans girls meet Binna. But, seeing as she was currently asleep on his chest, he decided against it. He knew that if he were to wake Binna and keep her up later than she already had been; not only would she be cranky but you would be, as well.

So, you made your way back to your car that was parked in the parking garage, and he carefully set and buckled Binna into her carseat. “I think tonight was a success,jagiya,” he smiled, clicking his seatbelt. “I agree. Princess had a lot of fun, even though I know you had the most fun.” You smiled, reaching a hand to caress his cheek. “I’m sorry that you couldn;t take her to meet the members, though. I know you were looking forward to that, honey.”

“Even though i was looking forward to that, it’s okay. We still got to enjoy the concert. Plus, we don’t need her to be even crankier, she did stay up way past her bedtime…..and I don’t need you to be cranky, either.” He giggled, taking a hold of your hand to press a kiss to the back of it.

“Why must you pester me, huh?” You whined, as he pulled the car out of its parking spot. “I’m not… you just get cranky when Binna is up past her bedtime.” He rebutted, as you flicked his temple.

“Yah!”

“Quiet down, she’s sleeping!”

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🕊tags; @straykeedz 🕊 @moonjxsung 🕊 @jinnie-ret 🕊 @hannahhbahng 🕊 @binsito 🕊 @number1jeonginstan 🕊 open-

#skz fluff #stray kids fluff #changbin fluff #dad changbin #dad!skz #dad!changbin

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tired-biscuit · 1 year ago

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yeah, remember that demon turning into your favourite character thingy that i wrote? imagine finally gathering up enough courage to fuck them.

they know you want them and they don’t need to read your mind to see it. it’s what their appearance is supposed to invoke — attraction, a pull so strong an ordinary human like you can’t possibly resist it. the signs of interest that you begin to exhibit after merely a couple of months of co-existing together are nothing but blatant, and are so painfully obvious that even an unearthly being like them can decipher them just fine.

the way you start to pass by them dressed in nothing else but a t-shirt and colourful, attention-seeking underwear that peek from underneath the hem tells them everything they need to know. how you intently watch from the corner of your eye if their gaze indeed does follow you afterwards exposes you completely as well. you poor little thing, you’ve even stooped so low that you’ve completely abandoned the idea of locking the bathroom door whenever you go in there to bathe.

as if a measly door could ever hold them back if they really wanted to grab ahold of you and—

maybe they do want to. perhaps the thought had crossed their mind once or twice. i mean, why wouldn’t it? it’s fascinating and appealing, and you’re sweet, so utterly human. just as lonely as they are. fragile and easy to bend; break as well. they’re well aware of the fact that you’d be responsive and would offer them that short high that sometimes makes them feel like they’re alive even if there is no blood rushing through their veins and the spot where their heart is supposed to lie remains vacant for over a millennia.

sin isn’t a problem for their kind; actually they’re more lenient towards indulging it rather than avoiding it completely.

and yet, they still wait despite all of that; patiently so. they let you play your cards however you want to play them, and give you all the time in the world to decide if you actually want to succumb to the calling that they invoke by wearing the disguise of your favourite. after all, where’s the rush?

it’s not like they can age.

it’s not like they can die.

they do this because they need you to be trusting and willing all on your own. to be blinded by the faux feeling of safety for whatever reason they do not wish to unveil for now. to be led by invisible strings that you think are tugged and pulled at by your own two hands, when in reality it’s theirs that are running the show.

you’re like a little pawn that’s under the impression of being something bigger just because they choose to linger in your home and presence. they call it almost pitiful, that is if they could feel actual pity.

so they play nice. they let you take the lead. completely unmoving in the dusk that paints the walls of your living room in mellow shadows, they allow you to touch them first — reluctant strokes on their cheekbone and the brushing of hesitant fingers along their scalp — and to lean into them unsurely until you’re straddling their lap and your weight is pressing them back against the couch.

they let you maneuver them whichever way you wish, once more giving you a false sense of power and control over the entire situation. they let you ghost your lips over theirs and they even angle their head ever so slightly; just enough to encourage you to keep going but nothing too rash to scare you off.

their tongue tastes like iron as it roams the inside of your mouth. it’s warm and wet just like you expect it to be, but the taste is shiver-inducing.

button by button, their clothes come off. yours follow soon after — they pool on the soft rug the soles of their feet are firmly planted on, now. you’re still so unsure about the entire thing, your eyes are so big. they grow large like an owl’s by the time they grunt in wordless approval and your breath hitches in the back of your throat in response.

at long last, you connect in that outrageously human kind of way — the one they discover to be surprisingly pleasurable each time they participate in it, which isn’t as often as fables tend to say. up and down, the way your hips move against theirs has them panting below you even if they don’t need air to survive. meanwhile, you’re breathing just as hard, looking so vulnerable and pure whilst you ride them completely naked.

it makes them lose their composure.

the lights in your home start to flicker. room by room, appliance by appliance. the wooden furniture audibly settles in. the television turns on and it plays a dozen channels one after the other, a rush of words and music and just plain sound fills your ears before it all switches to static. there’s tension in the air, so thick and palpable that it makes the hair on the nape of your neck rise and your shoulders feel heavy. it’s like an earthquake is approaching, fast and deadly.

a lump forms in your throat when they grab you by the hips, nearly scorching your skin off just with their touch alone. their face is like a dream and their eyes are so dark when they look at you. dark like a starless sky, like the cold, lonely universe itself. dark like something you can’t comprehend; something ancient.

much to your shock, a fire begins to blaze inside them when your life force pours into them through your shared climax. two suns burn.

and just like that, they live.

#cw monsterfucking #biscuit thirsts

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hauntedaugust · 1 year ago

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Gojo x reader

WC: 795

Summary: medieval au, soldier Gojo is just following orders, it's not his fault you get caught up in them.

A/N: I genuinely don't know why I started writing this, but I'm not mad that I was convinced to finish it. I'm considering a part two as it was originally supposed to be a reincarnation au, but if I did that it probably wouldn't be for a while. Also unintentionally implied fem reader

Part 2

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His eyes seem less intense when they are bathed in the warm light of sunset,

His laugh carries further when taken away by the gentle breeze,

And the expanse of the field makes me almost believe that if I can run fast enough, I may escape his loving arms, although every other time I thought that has ended in my being tackled into the soft grass.

Far from our homes, I can believe his stories, the words he weaves into fantastical tales, all of which feature characters comparable to us, although he denies that there's any correlation between our love and the love of those in his stories.

In a perfect world, his narrative would be true.

In a perfect world, he would not have to sneak away from his guard duty and I would not feign sickness to have even a few seconds of his time.

In a perfect world, we would not have been born into enemy kingdoms. He would call me his and I would do the same. He would gift me his surname as a pledge of devout loyalty and as a promise of protection.

But the best he can give me is fairytales. As vibrant and colourful as the centuries of spilled blood that keep us apart.

I dare not fall asleep in his arms, although his steady heartbeat lulls me. I dare not dream that his stories come true. I dare not hope that in another life, he could be mine.

“One day,” he spoke, his voice a mere murmur in the ambiance of the forest, “one day I will be strong enough to love you the way you deserve to be loved. I will protect you with everything that I am, you will be warmed by the fire in our hearth that I built myself and I will never let you sleep alone.”

And just once, I dare to dream.

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I am ripped from my dreams by screaming, by men shouting and alarm bells echoing through the night. My town is fully ablaze, the light of the fire illuminating the destruction that's been done, it highlights the haphazardly donned armor on our severely underprepared soldiers,

if you can even call them that.

Farmers, doctors, and boys, who speak about the honor of protecting your home, barely old enough to comprehend what honor means.

And now their blood waters the daisies on the side of the road.

I tried so hard to move, to do something, to help in some way, but between the heat of the fire, the screaming toddler, and the shock in my body, I thought only of how much the daises needed watering in this drought.

In my daze, I barely noticed the pain in my side as a soldier's blade caught me.

I pulled my hand away from my side as the soldier who stabbed me ran. and as I rip my eyes away from my own blood, I find myself staring into the eyes of the only man I have loved.

His eyes seem more intense when they are bathed in the warm light of blazing inferno,

His voice is weak when compared to the cacophony around us.

And the expanse between us makes me almost believe that if I can run fast enough, I may escape his arms, although this time I may end up being tackled into the solid cobblestone.

The more he spoke, the less I heard. His panicked voice faded fast along with my vision.

I soon found myself plummeting to the ground, I would have hit it had his arms not surrounded me as they had done so many times before.

As I looked at him he stilled like a deer caught unaware. His eyes wide and hands shaking as he kneeled next to me. His usual tenacity and unbridled confidence seemed to evaporate under the heat of my gaze.

And for once this loquacious storyteller was at a loss for words.

It was only when my breaths started coming in short, frequent, gasps did he seem to realize the severity of this situation. He only regained his voice when I lost mine.

Over and over again he repeated the same things, apologies and regrets pouring out of his lips faster than the blood poured from my wound.

And through the chaos and clamor, I heard his voice clear as the night sky we had met under all those years ago, “In some lifetime, I will be strong enough to love you the way you deserve to be loved. I will protect you with everything that I am, you will be warmed by a fire made not for destruction but protection and I will never let you sleep alone.”

And for a second time, I dared to dream.

#jjk #jjk angst #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x reader angst #jjk x reader #gojo x you #medieval au #I would have gotten this out sooner #but ive been too busy reading cod fanfics #it's honestly becoming a bit of a problem #anyways #looking back on the things I've written for this boy #you'd think I hate him #I really should give him a happy ending for once #anyway #hope you enjoy

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kellycataclysm · 4 months ago

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A, C, H and T 2 sweet, two spicy pls 🙏

Hello!! Thank you for dropping by!

A is for Aftercare. Harvey loves to care for Lyra after they have been intimate. This makes her blush and he adores that. He finds it fascinating how shy she can get, even after sex. He'll bring her water or tea, he'll massage her gently, he'll rub her wrists if... well, you know why. He will gently clean her, warm water and soft towels; he will run a bath or follow her into the shower, soaping up her body, washing her hair. This could end in more... activities, but typically would lead to him pulling back the covers and wrapping his arms around her in bed, all of this tenderness helping her to feel relaxed, practically boneless. Which leads to...

C is for Cuddles. Lyra and Harvey are big cuddlers. She loves to feel his arms around her, resting her head against his chest. Harvey, being much taller, also loves this, feeling protective of her as he rests his chin on top of her head. When cuddling before falling asleep, he loves to be the big spoon, burying his nose into her hair, breathing her in. This makes her giggle as he will do this every single night, but they both love it. She also likes being able to wrap her arms around her tall man, running her fingers through those soft brown waves, the salt and pepper hint of grey at his temples, as he rests his head on her chest so he can listen to her heartbeat.

H is for Hair. Well, we know Harvey keeps that moustache impeccably well groomed. As for elsewhere, he just likes to keep things neat and tidy. As for Lyra, that bright red is not her natural colour... her natural hair colour is dark blonde, and like her man, she likes to keep things trimmed and tidy.

T is for Try. In the long fic, they are trying to rekindle what they once had. They always made so much effort for each other. Like the beautiful and luxurious New Years in the city, like the beautiful and thoughtful gifts they gave each other for Winter Star, and in the next chapter, Harvey gives Lyra a romantic date night at home as they build up to that all important third date. There is also a special one-shot coming up about Harvey's Birthday in year one... In other areas, they put in a lot of effort. While their marriage was a little rocky for a time, Harvey and Lyra always shared the mental load at home, sharing parenting responsibilities and domestic chores, like Harvey's routine of always making breakfast on the weekends, or getting their daughter ready for bed.

I love them your honour.

Thank you so much for these fun asks! I hope you liked these! <3

#stardew valley #stardew valley harvey #stardew harvey #sdv harvey #harvey stardew valley #harvey sdv #lyra and harvey #stardew farmer #stardew lyra #stardew valley fanfic #alphabet game #stardew valley headcanons

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centralcoastkitchens · 2 months ago

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9 Ingenious Tips for Elevating Your Bathroom Experience

When people talk about their home, they always show their living room, the kitchen, and the bedroom. But if there is one place you can also highlight to your visitors, it is the bathroom. It might look like nothing to some, but for others, it is a sanctuary where you can refresh and unwind without anyone disturbing you. To give bathrooms Central Coast an elevating experience, here are some tips you might want to consider:

Install a Rain Showerhead

One thing you can do is to install a rain showerhead. Yes, there are different types of showerheads, but this one can give you a spa-like experience. If you have experienced getting wet in the rain, it is the same feeling but more relaxing. The refreshing and calming bath in your bathroom will start with a shower, so invest in something good and high-quality.

Add a Heated Towel Rack

Aside from a rain showerhead, you might consider adding a heated towel rack. As the term states, this rack makes the towel warm and dry fast. Once you use it, you will feel its cosiness because it balances the coldness of the water and the warmth of the towel. It adds luxury to your daily routine, so do not miss having it.

Incorporate Ambient Lighting

To add life and colour to your bathroom, try incorporating ambient lighting. It is soft to the eyes, making the place look relaxing. Have this on the ceiling, mirror, wall, or wherever you see it works. You can achieve this with the help of dimmable LED lights or sconces. Aside from the bathroom, you may also install ambient lights in the living room, bedroom, kitchen, and hallways.

Use Scented Candles or Essential Oils

If you want to aim for a spa-like bathroom, scented candles are something you should not forget. Lighting one in your bathroom will not just improve the smell of the place, but it also helps with relaxation and stress relief, improves mood, and increases focus and concentration. Essential oils also give the same benefits.

Install a Soaking Tub

If there is more space in your bathroom that you have not used for a long time, why not put something in it? How about a soaking tub? Aside from being a space filler, it also can be a place where you can relax and enjoy some alone time. You can unwind after a tiring day, read books, watch a movie, or do anything you want to do.

Upgrade to a Smart Toilet

Technology has been everywhere, even in bathrooms. And if there is one improvement you will see, it is having a smart toilet. With this one, you can have heated seats, bidet functions, and automatic flushing. It will give you comfort and improve hygiene, making it a good addition to your bathroom.

Incorporate Natural Elements

The ambience of the bathroom can influence your entire stay there, so ensure to incorporate natural elements. You can apply it by putting plants and having wooden accents or stone finishes. A serene environment can improve your mind and well-being, so why not do the same for your bathroom?

Include a Vanity Mirror with LED Lighting

If you have a vanity mirror in your bathroom, consider adding LED lighting to create a balance of form and function in the entire place. Aside from illuminating the space, it can also help you see colour better, especially if you do your makeup and skincare routine there.

Install a Bluetooth Speaker

Many people love to listen to music or podcasts in the shower. And if you are the same, there is no need to bring your smartphone to the bathroom where it could get wet or drop. Instead, install a Bluetooth speaker and you can listen to anything while you are taking a shower or soaking in the bathtub.

If you want to relax, rejuvenate, or just be comfortable, your bathroom is one of the places you can go to. And to make your stay a good one, may you find these tips beneficial. From storage solutions to having spa-like touches, you can never go wrong with your bathroom. Make its renovation a worthy investment.

#bathroomscentralcoast

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elysians-adventures · 4 months ago

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Yokai Hunters

Prologue, 3.7k

Yoshiwara District

11:13 PM

The streets of Yoshiwara were filled with a colourful cacophony of cheers by the drunk, whispers by the poor and laments from women all around. The bright red-light district was in full swing, a warm glow bathing the hardened dirt roads. Women stood at the side of buildings, beckoning potential customers in with a fragrant waft that permeated the air. In the darkened alleys, however, there was a deep set silence. The light from lamps scattered in the main road did not reach here, making the girl’s escape ever so harder.

Soft, frightened steps filled the scene, her bare feet barely making a noise to alert anyone nearby. Geta abandoned, she sprinted barefoot through the dense air, akin to wading through water. A sheen of sweat glittered off her pale forehead, turning a corner as her bruised kimono followed after her. Where could she run? Where could she go? It all seemed hopeless, eventually she knew her fate; exhaustion– or a misplaced object, could seal her fate.

The only hope Hikari had left was to run into one of the many well-lit buildings and be kicked out, or relentlessly run until the first ray of dawn broke through the clouded sky. Neither were doable, she doubted they'd let up even in daylight.

Right, left, left. Each turn held no promise to her safety. The alleys were becoming narrower, and darker. Her speed was decreasing by each turn, and the two men behind her were catching up swiftly. Hikari could only grimace as she remembered the glint of the blade he had pressed against her neck as she was walking back home. Shivers went through her, but her attempts to speed up were in vain. The girl could only manage to stumble forward by now, her muscles sore and heels bleeding, looking at the scene by her.

In contrast to the main street’s glamour, the alley she now was navigating was squalid. Hikari could hear the rats squirming through the corners of dilapidated homes, a stench filling the air. A stench of alcohol. The girl gagged– the acrid aroma clawing at her throat. On the walls, there were posters of wanted criminals, their painted faces washed away by the rain. Robbery, arson, murder; heinous crimes. She couldn't help but skim over the names: Saionji, Yukimura, Kanamori… would these people pursue her as the two behind her were? She shook her head, dismissing the hopeful thought. Why wouldn’t they? After all, they were all criminals.

One of the assailants bellowed: “Get back here, girl!” urging her to pick up the pace again. Though, it was a shadow of her former speed. By now, she had to be leaning against the walls of buildings to support herself. Turning another corner…

Bang! She bumped against something hard– what seemed like hair entering her mouth. There was a slight sense of shock, moving back to stabilise herself. A strong hand grabbed her forearm, stopping her from moving away further and crashing into a lamp nearby. Though the sudden touch made her panic, assuming they had caught up to her. Instead, a man faced her with azure hair, adorned by a straw hat sitting on top of it. His cerulean eyes stared at her, with the haze of a drunkard. That was where the smell was coming from. His slow blinking, along with his half-lidded expression told her he wouldn’t be able to help. Not in this state, at least.

“Sorry– I have to go…” she tried to escape from his grasp, yet he held firm. The tugging made items on his waist clatter, casting a glance down to reveal two katanas. A samurai? It would be helpful, if only he were sober.

“Whatcha runnin’ from… missy?” There was a slur to his words, a few badly-placed pauses alongside his obliviousness to the two men nearing them. There was no time. She couldn’t explain.

“Please, let me go!”

By the second those words were spoken, the duo had arrived with brandished daggers. They only slowed at the arrival of the new person, waving the weapons around in a thinly-veiled threat.

“Hey, mister. We have business with the lady you’re hanging on to, mind leaving her?” The first man; wearing a dirty, brown kimono much like the samurai was wearing– got closer to the new arrival. He stared daggers through the man, threatening, with a foul breath when he smiled with wide teeth.

The latter, much like the first, was equally squalid and ugly; his wide frame dominating in the tight alley. He held his teeth bare, staying behind his companion, blocking any chance of an escape.

Hikari persisted to pull and pry from the man’s tightening grip– she needed to run. No matter how hard she pulled, however, her strength faltered to the drunk’s. Tears began to well up in her eyes as her frustration boiled over. Would this be really how she was going to be butchered? Because this stupid samurai… “-- Couldn’t pick a better time to get drunk!” Hikari screeched, stomping the ground.

She could feel her arm beginning to swell and bruise, not that it’d matter if she’d be bleeding by her neck in a moment’s time. Startled, the offender loosened his grip, in an instant his hand went from her forearm to her chest.

All she could do was let out a gasp before she was pushed behind the samurai, his hand now finding itself on his belt. Hikari’s feet screeched against the sandy floor before losing her balance, tumbling over. All she could see was the night sky, framed by the protruding roofs of the buildings surrounding them. She made no effort to get up, holding her breath in tense anticipation.

“Ah… you’re… who?” He squinted at them, still unable to discern the situation due to his clouded mind. His body, however, seemed to be acting separate from his words– his subconscious grounding his dominant foot.

“I don’t see what you– what business you have with her,” he stammered, “upstanding men like you should be working! Don’t you know what time it is? I’ve been in that izakaya for less than–” he heaved.

In response, the two attackers looked at each other: bursting into laughter. Their laughs were boisterous and heavy, cutting through the tension of the scene. The rats that had been crawling across the road had scattered, and the background noise of the main street drowned out.

“Hahaha— ohh, you’re a funny guy. I know who you are, Yukimura. Your face is all over town,” the thinner of the duo commented, the other nodding along, his head resembling a bobbing boat in water.

“We meant to kill her for tricking us out of our money, but you’ll bring a nice bounty for your head. How about both?” He glanced at the fatter one, though not waiting for a response. His mind was set.

Hikari sat up, a worried look painted her pale expression. Had she ran into another criminal? This night was splendid so far, she scowled. Though, she hoped that the samurai was lesser of two evils than the other two. Her dark eyes scanned over the trio, switching from the samurai (apparently called Yukimura, had she heard that name?) and the other two. Back and forth, she watched for any sudden movements, any subtle, anxious breaths.

It was the lankier of the two that had acted first, his limbs moving like long branches in the wind. He looked so easy to topple. And he was, an outstretched leg from the drunken Yukimura sent the man scraping against the dirty ground. The thin man had tried to regain his balance for a few moments, but he was pushed once more by the samurai. His dagger was sent flying opposite of Hikari, landing next to the lamp.

He kneeled up with a groan, now coming face to face with the girl still on the ground. She had tried to shuffle away, but he had grabbed her ankle.

“You whore! Give me–” He was not given a moment to finish his sentence, long steel coming down on him as if it was a judgement from God. It cut through his neck easily, like a knife in lard.

Hikari stared in horror as blood sprayed onto her ghostly face, staining everything around her. It was funny, in a way, she couldn't remember the last time seeing blood. And now the carmine liquid pooled at her feet, absorbed by the road and seeping through the cracks of her bruised soles. The air hung still, an uncomfortable silence that weighed heavy on her shoulders as she struggled to breathe. The girl raised her hand up to her face, swallowing a scream of terror.

She glanced up at the samurai, willing herself not to make eye contact. His expression was unreadable as he removed the katana from the lifeless corpse, flicking the blade to remove the blood. It clung onto it, like a leech. The memory of his murder trailed down the steel, red drops accumulating on the corpse's neck. In a trice, he swivelled on the spot, coming face to face with the fat man. Hikari could only imagine the trepidation filling his veins, his plump face contorted into a glower and short eyebrows wrinkled.

“You– you!” It was the first time he had spoken, his voice shrill.

Hikari assumed the samurai must have been a servant of some lord. His calculated movements, and swift footwork pointed to nothing else. Keenly observing him, she watched as the two engaged in a dance of steel. The blades of the two clashed for a moment, before the fat man was brought to his knees clutching his chest. The air crackled with tension, the silence broken by the wails of the defeated.

Yukimura was too fast, leaving her slightly uneasy. His expression was concealed as he had his back to her, she swore she had caught the glint of a grin. A nibbling doubt came up, would the samurai in a drunken haze kill her next? Unbeknownst to even herself, she had begun to shuffle away, leaving a trail of red from where her feet touched the pooling blood.

The alley was dark, the looming roofs enclosing her in like a coffin. It was tight, too narrow, too close to that man– to those cadavers. The seemingly starless night seemed tenebrous. Logically, she knew she had to have some sense of gratitude for the samurai, but her countenance whispered dissent. The unsettling stillness held them both captive, until Hikari scraped her foot to the ground as she was moving away. The sound roused him from his stupor, shaking the blade once to remove blood and sheathing it.

“Are you okay?” He questioned, his tone now dripped with sobriety, as if realising the gravity of his actions. The theory was short lived, as he heaved once more and turned to the side. The vomit, even in the cold moonlight, seemed thick and reeked of unpleasantness. Hikari silently watched as the samurai spewed, noting how he delicately moved his own hair away from his mouth, and how he clutched his stomach like a child. She couldn't believe that this man had orchestrated the chaos in front of her.

A few coughs and spluttering interrupted her pondering, now reluctantly gazing as he closed his distance with her. She screwed her eyes shut, perhaps the fate with the two attackers was better than what awaited her now.

Upon reopening her eyes, she was greeted with an outstretched hand. He was offering her a helping hand, slouched over. She didn't notice how the corpse had been kicked out of the way with carelessness. Now she could properly make out Yukimura's face. He had equally azure eyes, a gentle smile marked his features. His bushy eyebrows were wrinkled in pity, a thin long scar on his right cheek. He was, objectively, handsome, if he didn't have a dribble of vomit down his chin, or his face wasn't framed by the blood of the deceased duo.

She held her kimono sleeve higher to her nose, trying to shield her nose from the noxious odour emanating from his breath, as she accepted the hand. His hand was tough, and thick– the hand of a working man. Effortlessly, he hoisted her up, a strength that stifled her own, yet a newfound gentleness that spared her arm from further harm.

Yukimura was keenly aware of his current hygiene, patting down his clothes and taking a step back, perhaps in embarrassment. In a swift motion, he used his sleeve to clean his face, the clinking of a necklace accompanying the gesture.

Hikari continued to observe him, noting the eclectic objects placed on his brown belt, and the orange orbs that formed a necklace placed on his bandaged chest that seemed to be darkening with a reopened wound. An epiphany unfolded as she watched him, that was why he clutched his stomach.

Her gaze traced the contours of the alley, avoiding the lifeless gaze of the two corpses that lay infront of them. Now standing on her own, she continued to observe Yukimura's expression, who was trying to seem strong even in the face of his old wound. He seemed to only acknowledge her presence a few moments after, his eyes filled with a weariness and melancholy lost on the girl. His rough hand, previously a lifeline, gently touched the darkening spot in his bandages.

The air hung heavy, and Hikari felt compelled to pay the debt back.

“I can fix you up at my place,” she murmured, staring at him. Her voice was a delicate echo in the alley, still shaken up from the situation not even a few minutes ago.

Yukimura managed a faint smile, “Thanks.”

He had taken her up on her offer. The night, once tenebrous and oppressive, held a different tune. With a samurai at her side, she managed to feel more slightly more secure in traversing the streets of Yoshiwara.

They emerged from the alley, the duo ignored by the bustling street, Yukimura's blood splattered appearance seemed oddly normal in te haze of the night.

The moans and whispers buzzed throughout the air, marking the climax of the night at the red light district. Yukimura's straw sandals scraped along the street, his sapped legs unable to maintain proper gait. Hikari, in contrast, walked with purpose, long strides making her ebony hair swing; she stopped frequently, waiting for the taller man to catch up. The building she resided in was a short way away, in the middle of the district. It was a grandiose building, with an ornate roof and tall panels. Lamps clung onto their latches, swinging in the soft breeze. The samurai expression remained unreadable as he watched the building, the comings and goings– it was a brothel.

Hikari had not dared to look behind her, lest she saw an expression of disgust.

Instead, a low laugh escaped his lips before it was drowned by coughing.

“Is this where you wish to take care of me? I didn't know you were so straight forward, girl,” he jested, a grin playing on his face. A hiss of pain followed as she intentionally halted, allowing him to bump into her back.

Hikari pushed open the heavy door, revealing a dimly lit interior adorned with rich tapestries and subtle aromas wafting through the air. The atmosphere was a stark contrast to the chaotic streets outside, men lounged on the wooden floor as women tended to their needs, some women playing music and others recited poems. A constant ebb and flow of people moved between private rooms.

She strode past them, ignoring every event that unfolded at the side of her. Yukimura couldn't help himself, however, his eyes scanning the women that gave him curious stares. He was different, armed with katanas and an unnerving stature, he stood out like a sore thumb in the unexpected haven. Swiftly, he pulled his gaze away, continuing to weave and bob through the tight corridors. Finally, they came upon a room, small in size, but homely.

“Sit,” She murmured, strolling towards a set of humble drawers. Cloth and bandages emerged from the cabinet, placed onto the floor.

“I'll go fill a bowl of water to clean you with, take off your coverings,” she didn't wait for a response, walking back out of the room leaving Yukimura standing. He soon took a seat onto the floor, watching the flickering candlelight cast shadows as he peeled his kimono off. The cloth pooled at his waist, veiling the bottom part of his body. Slowly, he began to unwrap the bandages, which had been neglected for weeks. They were tattered, and at some points ripped as he tried to pry them off.

A creak of the sliding door sounded in the quiet room. Hikari was quick, arriving with a wide bowl brimming with water. Her presence was ignored by the samurai, who had his back to her. For a moment, she stood there, watching him discard the dirty bandages to the side. His back was well sculpted with bulging muscles, a testament to his athleticism, scars littering his tan skin.

She approached him, setting down the bowl and reaching for the cloth she had retrieved earlier.

“Stay still,” she hummed as he slouched over in obedience. Submerging the cloth in the bowl, she began to clean his back, moving swiftly to his arms and then addressing his wound.

Perhaps she had taken up the task as a way to alleviate his odour, she thought humorously. His entire torso was covered in scars and bruises, his chest containing the most prominent offenders. He winced as she tried to gently pat the wound clean, grabbing her hand.

“I'll do it,” the samurai huffed, prying the cloth out of her hand.

“Suits you,” she shrugged, turning to position the bowl in front of the samurai, “tell me when you're done.”

She stood up, walking to the other side of the room, facing a mirror to tend to her face. Hikari gazed in dispassion, looking at her pale face tired from this night's endeavour. Cleaning off her peach lipstick, and rubbing her face with her sleeve, she began to look more and more exhausted. Finally, the dark eyebags revealed themselves under the heavy powder. Her dark hair was sticking up, messy.

Rhythmic splashes and subdued grunts filled the room as Yukimura tended to the task himself. The dim candlelight let her observe through the mirror, watching his battle-worn physique delicately clean blood off himself. She watched the stoic expression of his face, the expression of a man who was trying to resist falling from sobriety once more. He must have consumed a lot of sake, she mused.

Finally, he let out a relieved sigh, signalling to Hikari that he had finish his self care. She approached with a new set of bandages, kneeling next to him.

“I would've done better,” she smiled, trying to alleviate the man's mood. It seemed to work, a playful smile graced on his face. Though there was no response. She began to bandage him, momentarily setting aside the memory of the two deaths she had witnessed.

He raised his arm, a silent permission for her to work interrupted.

“How did you get it?”

“Hm?”

“That cut.”

He looked down at her, eyes crinkled in entertainment.

“Inquisitive, aren't you? Well!” The samurai seemed to perk up instantly, his shoulders raised in pride, “if you must know, it was the outcome of a duel. Between an irrelevant samurai and I, what was his name… Kiyoshi Yamamoto?”

“Kiyoshi?” She exclaimed, familiar with his name, “there had been rumours he had been defeated, but I couldn't believe it!”

“You know him?” He inquired, studying her expression.

“He used to frequent Yoshiwara, much to his family's disdain. I suppose this is retribution of some kind,” she giggled to herself, recalling the stories her colleagues had recounted about him.

Their exchange continued as bandaging proceeded methodically, Yukimura hissing at the pressure.

“I heard stories of his escapades, he seemed to revel in the scandal,” she continued.

“Much like myself, in a way,” Yukimura nodded. “But our clash was inevitable.”

She raised her eyes to meet his gaze, “Why did you two fight?”

There was a pregnant pause, the samurai carefully considering the best way to word this. His expression flickered from pensive, to scowling, back to neutral.

“Conflict of interest,” He hummed vaguely.

Her fingers moved with precision, securing the bandages and letting go, proud of her work. The girl knew there was more to the story, but she didn't want to pry.

Yukimura spoke again: “Before I forget, do you know who this man is?” He dug into his kimono, procuring a rolled piece of tattered paper. He unrolled it, revealing the painted hardened face of a young man. Short eyebrows, dark hair, and topknot hairstyle. She stared at it for a moment, every man in Edo resembled him, only when she saw the crest painted at the top right of the page did she realise.

“Tokugawa Renjin? The shogun's son? What business do you have with him?” Her questions (or rather answers) came in a quickfire, leaving Yukimura staring for a few moments before processing it.

“Nothing, don't worry about it, missy.” He was satisfied with the answers, letting the topic drop as quickly as it was brought up.

Sleep weighed her down, her eyelids heavy. Yukimura's demeanour matched hers, but he heaved himself to his feet, stumbling.

“Well, then. I guess I'll be going now,” he evaded eye contact, neglecting to thank her. He stretched in his new bandaging, his kimono still hung onto his waist. He made no effort to wear it properly again. Hikari felt fear swell up in her chest, imagining if the two men's friends burst into her room. What if they knew she was there when it happened? The samurai began to slide the door open, turning his back to her…

“Stay,” she begged, Yukimura turning around. Her cracked lips had a hint of pink, mirroring her flushed cheeks. Dark hair fell into wisps, framing her face. Her kimono was ill fitted from the running, slipping off her shoulder– revealing her vulnerability as she subtly reached out to him whilst on the floor. Her black eyes sparkled in the undulating candlelight, glimmering like the stars in a summer night. The room held its breath. For the first time in the night, he had noted her appearance, and not only her sickly sweet voice.

“Alright.”

A pause, before he continued: “What's your name?”

“Hikari.”

What a beautiful name, he thought. He'd have to apologise to Fumiko tomorrow.

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guessillcallitart · 1 year ago

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thanks for tagging me, @desastreus this is such a cozy, fun tag game :) I was too lazy to make an individual post but here ya go, something I wrote:

“This place looks ordinary to me. It’s nice though.” Mike smiled a little and thought about how much Skai would have liked it too. “You know looks can deceive, right?” Ocean raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, that’s right”, Winnie said. “You looked ordinary to us but it turns out you’re an idiot.” Mike blushed. This is why he should never open his mouth. The children found a lovely corner table underneath a scarlet stained glass window. Mike sat down, soft, hazel eyes following a trail of twinkling fairy lights on the wall and the wooden rafters. Human-like shadows danced over the walls. “Shadow creatures”, Winnie said. “Used to be slaves for us.”

“Us?” Piper inquired. “Magical beings.” Winnie half shrugged. There was a golden, fluttering butterfly in her curly, brown hair. Her eyes were a wondrous shade of blue, forget-me-nots bathing in sunlight. “Used to be?” Lise perched herself on the table because Gods forbid, she would never sit normally. “They broke free”, Winnie said casually. “Anyway, that’s what we’re told.” She navigated toward the counter. Piper followed her. “Do they sell coffee here?”

“Oh, yes.” Winnie said. “I’d even dare say Mystery Shorian coffee is better than what you half-humans consume.”

“Half-humans?” Piper raised an eyebrow. “You were born in the human world, correct?” Winnie reached the counter first. “Yeah, that’s correct.” Piper’s gaze swept over the counter, there was a display of faintly glowing, colourful pastries and croissants. Then she noticed the girl behind the counter. She was dropping a punch of bright pink berries into a big, clay mug. Lise could describe her in a more magical way, Piper knew but the only thought popping into her head was that the girl seemed to be lit from within. There was light in her green eyes. Her short, choppily cut hair matched the colour. It seemed to shift and change in a way tree leaves did in dappled sunlight. Sage, Piper read her name tag. “Enchanting, isn’t she?” Winnie smirked. Piper blushed. “I wasn’t staring or anything”, she mumbled. “Sage, mate, bring us a bunch of teas, coffees and pastries, won’t you?” Winnie called out. “What’s the magic word?” Sage raised her eyes. “Abracadabra?” Winnie suggested. Sage rolled her eyes. “Coming right up, I guess. I’ve got another order before you guys, though.” She seized a pastry from the display and placed it over a candle. “You know what to do, buddy. The customer wants their pastry warm.” Piper peered over the counter. Sage showed her the candle. “Say hello to Hermie.” The candle didn’t have a regular flame. It was vaguely human shaped. “They’re a fire creature”, Sage explained. Hermie pressed their tiny hands against the pastry.

“Now, this is some next level coffee art.” A small, light pink swan swam in Mike’s coffee. “How am I supposed to drink it? It’s so pretty and alive.”

“Not alive in a sense that you and I are.” Winnie sipped her tea. “Just animated.”

“You don’t know I’m alive”, Mike said. “For all you know I might be dead inside.” Winnie snorted. Even with half their friends missing Mike felt at home. He almost felt like he was at a coffee shop in his hometown. He was comfortable enough.

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Time for your characters to take a break from all the things they're going through and have a bit of bonding time(?) with coffee and/or other drinks that bring a sense of comfort. If they stay at home, who would make the drinks ready? Or, where would they be able to order a coffee or a tea? Would they go in a coffee shop or would they go somewhere else? Would there be any interesting conversations happening or would there be awkward silence? Who would be the first to leave?

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years ago

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Can you write overprotective long hair harry imagine?? Like he always hovers the reader when she is doing something or even nothing. Or when she needs to run errands he always go with even though its not required. And when reader fell sick he is full on mommy daddy mode dom!h vibes

A/N: OOPS I GOT EXCITED AND WENT OVERBOARD WITH IT :D

Harry’s awfully sweet. He’s a literal sweetheart with those marble sepia eyes, hazelnut curls and that big golden kind heart of his's.

But, to people he’s intimidating. From the black loiter of tattoos, a silver of piercing to the corner of his plush bottom lip and those long curls of his's that frays his broad strong shoulders turns everyone too giddy to talk to him and he's okay with that – bunch of loosers anyways whom he doesn’t want to waste his time on chit-chatting.

Then Y/N came into his life and his world flipped upside down, in a beautiful way (where he felt like floating into the crashing waves of crystal sea). It felt like she made him see the world through pink heart-shaped glasses and everyone’s just bursting into rainbows, puffaw! Boom! Their heads blasting with colourful confetti and ribbons.

Even though his slight grouchiness towards people lessened he still doesn’t gives two fucks before punching the shit out of someone if they in any way hurts, be rude and try to take physical and emotional advantage of, Y/N.

His bunny.

He’s too protective of her. And why wouldn’t he? She’s his everything. His little miracle and his hype-person, his lovie.

He’s the softest peach for her. The guy who walks and everyone scrambles away to give him a way, is whipped for his girlfriend.

He’s always having his strong arm looped around her waist when they’re out and walking, going to hold her hands instead if she’s too wiggly, keeping her close to his chest while he holds their coffees and sweets.

Whenever they’re doing grocery he’s always wheeling the cart around how much Y/N insists and pouts, he likes it that way. Hearing her blabber and skim her eyes down the ingredients labelled on the products then tossing it anyway with a shrug – makes him want to smooch her wet in kisses.

If they’re partying out with friends. Which they rarely do, (Y/N sometimes makes fun of them saying they’re getting too domestic day by day) he’s always having her put in his lap, his screwed up expression lazing when the alcohol starts to kick in and he’s just a blubbering mess of nonsense, and a very horn dog with his cock bloating up in his tight skinny jeans.

Not that he doesn’t let her have a breather and enjoy herself. He indeed does, they’ve a healthy relationship where they keep trust and faith in eachother.

But, sometimes he gets super jealous when people steal his little girlfriend away from him and once home he’s cuddling and oodling her, kissing her face all over with loud smacks and not letting her be away from him another second even it’s too bring him water or to get rid of his smelly socks.

Other times. When he’s particularly very jealous. The serious ones where Y/N unintentionally spends a tad more time at some of her classmates to wind up their upcoming project, he’s driving himself to pick her up and knocking at the door harshly and then dragging her out of there not letting her carry her stuff and huffing and puffing while throwing her things in the backseat.

Because Jeremy’s a sore rascal who’s shit at hiding his crush for Y/N and he should know better to whom she belongs. His innocent baby is too naive towards the possible hints and evil intentions of people.

“Oi. What got into you today?” She brushes the loose curl that escaped from his bun and let her fingers slide down his tight set angry jaw staring him a bit concerned upon seeing him this furious and ruffled up from nowhere.

“You’re mine,” Is all he'd respond. Smashing his lips against hers in a an ardent kiss and glide his palm down her ass to squeeze it and bring her closer grinning when she squeals into his mouth giving him a chance to slip his tongue in and kiss her deeper and sloppier.

“You’re a silly geese.” She giggles whisper into the mess of pecks and lock her elbows around his neck to give him an eskimo kiss.

“Watch y’mouth.” He glares her intensely loving the way Y/N gulps timidly bobbing her head.

“You’ll get a spanking today,” He always likes to warn her before hand. He wants her comfortable with him in every case and it’s downgrade monstrous to treat the person you love like a mean bitch out of blue -- so whenever she deserves a punishment he already announces her of it, warming her to the idea and giving her time to back away if she doesn’t want it.

“What did I’do now!” She whines and he nibbles onto his knuckle glancing her way in disbelief other hand on steering wheel, “What did y'do?” He asks her sternly. Spreading his palm over her thigh and squeezing it grimly.

“Did y'even care to look at the time, Y/N?” Oh boy. She’s in real trouble. Her name on his tongue never fails to turn her insides gooey and pause her heartbeat horribly. A red light for her to being bratty before she falls into the deep black dig of trouble.

Reaching home. He’s throwing her on the bed and demanding her to lay still on her tummy while he puts a pillow under her and spanks her bum sore with his rings imprinting her skin pink, though he never forgets to take care of her afterwards – putting a cool cream to soothe the burn and letting her sleep on his chest so she wouldn’t come in contact with the sheets as he kneads her asscheeks with gentle hands.

He could never have his hands to himself when she’s cooking and baking for them. Always, poking and prodding around having her head tucked under his chin, her embraced in his arms from back swaying them along to Hozier while she reads the recipe she wrote on one of the tiles.

“Stop!” She giggles, squirming in his arms when he blows raspberries against the dip of her neck and then creates growly noises biting and lapping into her skin, “You’re gonna burn our lunch!” She pressed her hips against his crotch to push him away and that warmed him more, delving his fingers more into her hips with a throaty groan.

“We could have a takeout.” His breath shuddery against her ear as he tries to pry the spatula away from her and kiss her grumpy whines down when the pots actually got burned, “I’ll wash and scratch them.” He’d assure picking her up and wrapping her legs around his hips and slipping his fingers in her hair to tug them and bring her mouth down against his’s to taste her.

“Wants to fuck you so bad, baby. My cock’s been weepy fo’ hours without your touch.” He groans, taking her hand and sneaking it inside his joggers to make her feel how stiff and erect he’s for her.

“I just gave you a blowie in the morning!”

“Blowie isn’t equivalent to fucking!”

“What y'readin,?” He scoots closer to her end of sofa with a smirk and towers over her trying to take a peek of whatever she’s reading with such intensity and then rake his warm palms up her calves to lay them over his thighs while he snuggles her wrapping a chonky blanket around them.

“Shhh baby girl, just want you to be more comfy.” He mumbles into her hair scratching his short nails against her scalp in soothing motions and watch her melt against his touch, eyes fluttering as she lurks dangerously to the verge of sleep.

“You always do that. Whenever the hot part’s about to come, you make me all sleepy.” She mutters laying her head against his clavicles gazing him up with hazy eyes, sighing in feign disappointment when he grins down at her in quite victory and gives her a sloppy kiss.

“What do y'need erotica fo’ baby? When your man’s the living walking momentum of sex.” He pouts, grazing his teeth down her neck and leaving a fresh hickey at her throat.

“That’s infact not, true. You’re such a cutie!” She beams up at him never failing to give him dancing butterflies in his stomach and he doesn’t admits it but he likes getting treated soft and gentle by his girlfriend.

“Such a shame. My own little love doesn’t find me sexy.” He grumps dramatically making her scramble hesitantly and turn to him in their tight embrace, cradling his face in her cold palms, “No. No. I find you sexy. I just don’t like sexualising you.” If Harry didn’t turn into a puddle before he indeed did now as he melted into her touch and kissed the inside of her hands lovingly.

“You’re sucha sap!” He whispers at her in fake offence and plant his lips against hers, patting her bum to make her hug him more tightly.

On cleaning and laundry day’s. He’s always helping her. As they scrub and mop the floors together, might fuck on them bubbly floors too if Harry’s lusty gaze remains on her spilling tits for too long.

“Thinks your floral bra needs a wash too, moppet.” His gradual attempts to lure her with his fingers stroking her thighs seductively always turns into a win when she nods shyly into his neck and let him have an easy access to her panties.

They’re always having a warm, full of essence bath together cleaning and washing the dirt off eachother after that.

Then sharing a cuppa tea while folding their clothes together on the bed and he’s always trying to tackle her into mattress when she laughs at his terribly folded clothes compared to her neatly binded ones.

“Your sucha menace,” He jests with his nose skewered up while he smacks her ass.

“Talk for yourself, Styles.” She retorts, tangling her knee around his waist and pulling him down into him. Puffing out relaxed breaths upon feeling safe and protected under his weight and Harry always smiles into the crook of her neck when she tries to cuddle him as if she wants to be his skin.

He’s the most daddiest when she’s drunk, sick or stressed.

Never letting her go out of his sight when she’s dancing on the floor with her friends. If some man even tries to approach her and breaths in her direction he’s sprinting towards her and pawing at her hips to situate her closer to him whilst blowing those potential guys off with a monotone expression.

“Harry! Do a lil dancey dance with me!” She giggles, making him sway with her and looking up at him with glassy floaty eyes.

“Bunny. ‘s late, time to go home.” He tells her, pinching her chin to plant his lips against hers and she squirms giving him a timid smile, “Okie. But I’ve to pee.”

“Me too!” Her friends chimes from behind her and Harry rolls his eyes playfully, gesturing all of them to follow him.

“C’mon you spies, not lettin’ ya’ll go alone.”

He waits for them outside the washroom while they do their business and he has his arms always splayed open for when his lovie comes back and he’s welcoming her in his embrace warmly with a sweet smile.

Dying with fond injecting in his every vein when she slurs and blabbers, “Home.”

Walking her up the stairs of their flat’s building is the most hefty struggle while she’s a sleepy, clumsy and giggly muck of doe gleaming eyes and swollen pretty lips drooling over Harry testing his patience while he makes her take one step at a time.

“Darling, bunny, just some mo' steps lovin’.” He coos at her, putting a firm hand under her bum and heaving her up into him so she doesn’t falls.

“Mhmmm you’re so pretty, daddy.” Harry’s head snaps in surprise as he stares down at her in adoring amusement and push her head under his chin while she slings her arms around his waist lazily.

Sometimes, she gets him so flustered he doesn’t know how to respond.

She whines and cries in dishevelment when Harry makes her sit on the cold marble counter and wipes her makeup off.

“I just wan’ to sleep!” She toes at his torso trying to push him away but he grabs it and tuts, glowering at her strictly, “You’re g'na complain in the mornin’. Sleepin’ with makeup makes ye' breakout remember?” When she still huffs and slumps giving him a hard time to clean her he’s pinching her chin and giving her a gentle jerk.

“Bunny. Stop with ye' battiness.” He grunts not letting his facade slip when she mewls stroking her cheek up and down his lightly stubble covered cheek softly.

“Else what? Y'never punish a sleepy bunny.” She smirks at him foppishly and lazily knowing damn well that one of thing Harry doesn’t do’s tease or punish her when she’s tuckered out and on the edge of sleeping on him.

“You don’t test me bratty woman.” She squeals when he takes hold of her panties to pull them down her legs, slapping her mound once discarding it in the hamper and he sighs when she’s already snoring lightly, slobbering his throat with her mouth parted comically.

After pattering her face with loving kisses he’s tucking her under the layers of blankets and letting her use him as her stuffie.

“Aw poor baby.” He mumbles, kissing her forehead when he finds her burning up against him and he’s quickly rummaging for thermometer from the night stand and the tissues he had stashed for emergencies.

“I don’t feel good,” His heart breaks when Y/N croaks out weakly and tries to crawl up his chest to stuff her face in his musky neck but her frail limbs gives out making her cry out.

“It’s okay bunny, ‘s okay. How but I make you some soup. Then y'take your medicines like a good girl of mine, then if your condition gets worse we’ll go to doctor, yeah baby?” He talks to her gently and sweetly, stroking her hair and peppering kisses to her temples.

“Just last bite, moppet.” Harry hovers the spoon infront of her and sighs when she shakes her head pushing his wrist away, “I’ll puke.” She sniffs blowing her nose harshly in the tissue .

“The bin’s right here, bunny.” He smoothens his hand down her spine putting the tray aside carefully to snuggle and comfort her as she cries softly against his chest.

“’M so sorry baby, you’ll be alright in the morning.” He couldn’t see her in such condition. It pulls and tugs at his heart so painfully he feels himself hurting.

“Oi. Why you crying, hmm?” He cups her cheek and makes her look at him as she skims her eyes away from him jn embarrassment.

“I —- You’re so caring and loving, treats me so good and it makes me c.. cr–-,” She hiccups finding it hard to breath and Harry rubs her back, whispering affinities in her ear making her finally sob, “Cry....” He chuckles softly pelting kisses upon kisses on her puffy eyelids, soaky dried up cheeks, her frowned up forehead, her wobbly chin and her nipping love bites down her chest then blowing raspberries at his own slick covering her skin making her giggle through her hiccups.

“I love you.” She whispers droopily, head lulling to his chest when the effect of medicine finally starts to kick in.

“I love you too, I want my healthy and happy bunny back.” He mumbles, inhaling a huge puff of her scent and squishes her lovingly.

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Hello cookie, congratulations on 700! For the event, can I plz ask for domestic headcanons for the bleach captains? If not that's ok! Thank you!

Of course! Enjoy!

Shunsui Kyouraku

Shunsui is at the age where he no longer plays around in a relationship. He's in it until the end, or not at all. He insists on open an honest communication and on being able to talk differences out like adults instead of screaming at each other like two stubborn teenagers.

He will do pretty much anything you ask him to do in the house. Captain or not, you shouldn't be the only one keeping your house clean and organized.

Waking up with a bad mood when living together with Shunsui is impossible. He prefers to have you in his arms when going to sleep, and he will hold on to you throughout the night. When he wakes up, he'll stay as still as possible until you wake up. Then it's time for morning kisses and cuddles.

Shunsui enjoys stargazing with you in the garden, accompanied by a nice bottle of sake and some snacks. He'll have his arms around you, or even have you sitting on his lap if you're comfortable with that, just so he can comfortably hug you and still watch the stars.

Juushiro Ukitake

Due to his illness, Juushiro can't do all that much in the house on bad days. On good days though, he likes to take the opportunity to cook for you. He enjoys is and is very good at making typical home-food. Nothing fancy or exotic, but the kind of things that are nutritious and make you feel happy.

Juushiro enjoys being near you more than anything. It doesn't matter if you two are doing different things in the same room, as long as you are near him and sometimes look up to smile at him, he will be happy. This is why he insists on getting a house with an open kitchen.

He also likes to decorate the house with lots of potted plants. Flowers to brighten up the room, some herbs for in the kitchen to cook with, and some bonsai trees for him to occupy himself with on days when he can't leave his bed.

He really enjoys you combing his hair, and if possible, he will gladly return the favour. Ideally, he'll sit in front of a big mirror when you do so, so he can look you in the eyes though the mirror as he talks to you. You can style his hair pretty much anyway you want.

Bakuya Kuchiki

Byakuya does what he can to be a good boyfriend/husband, but he is and will always be a noble. Things like housework is done by the servants, not by him. This counts for you too, of course. You won't need to lift a finger. He won't really understand if you want to do certain things in the house anyway (be it for the sake of control or just because you like something), but he'll let you.

Well-taught as he is, Byakuya wouldn’t be able to cook a meal if his life depended on it. He never learned how to cook, and he has no intention of learning it either.

Despite his busy schedule, he tries to have dinner with you every night. It’s not always possible, and sometimes when it is he has to go back to finish work afterwards, but he wants to make some time for you every day.

He will often get you little gifts. Flowers, chocolates, jewellery… Sometimes because he saw them and thought of you, sometimes just because he wanted to spoil you a little. Whenever he has something to apologise for, like for example not being able to make it to dinner with you, he gets you something as well.

Unohana, Shinji, Yoruichi, Urahara, Toshiro, Soi-Fohn and Kenpachi below the cut!

Retsu Unohana

Retsu's house is full of plants, and it wouldn't be complete without a garden as well. Most plants that she grows have some kind of medicinal properties, or can be used to make a nice, calming cup of tea. Teatime is a must, and if the weather allows it, she prefers to have it in her garden.

The plants are pretty much the only bright colours in the house. Aside from those, everything is in soft colours so the plants really pop out. There's also very little dark colours in the house, she prefers everything to be light. Big windows/windows that cover a complete wall are a must.

Retsu insists on no shoes in the house. They are left at the door and changed for indoor slippers or socks. No. Dirty. Shoes. In. The. House.

Marriage is no big deal for Retsu. If you want to get married, she'll be on board, but if you don't want to, she's just as fine with that as well. She appreciates the symbolism but at the end of the day, that's all marriage is. She doesn't need a piece of paper to tell people that she loves you and that she wants to spend the rest of her life with you.

Shinji Hirako

Shinji loves teasing you and once you live in the same house, that just gets worse. His terribly cheesy sense of humor is also still a daily occurrence. Yes, even when you're in a bad mood. Especially when you're in a bad mood.

Shinji is very lazy when it comes to his household. He'll make sure it's clean enough to not get sick from living in his own trash and dirt, but he'll push his chores off a lot and he'll leave his stuff lying around throughout the house. If you're a person who likes a clean and/or tidy house, you'll either have to kick his ass or clean up after him.

Surprise kisses. They happen a lot in general, just when he feels like it, but especially when you're in a video chat. He thinks it's hilarious to have your friends/family/co-workers think you have a perfect and loving boyfriend/husband, while he's actually a cheeky little bastard.

He leaves little notes throughout the house when he leaves. Some are sweet, some are jokes. He'll put them in the fridge, on the toilet, inside the shower, on his pillow,… anywhere he knows you'll come.

Yoruichi Shihoin

There is one night of the week dedicated to movie night and takeout. Both the eating and watching the movie will be done in bed. No, this is not up for debate. Lazy movie nights in bed are a must.

Be prepared for this woman wearing little to no clothes when she's home. She doesn't give a damn if people see her naked or not, and you're living together anyway, who cares if she's naked? Clothes are for going outside and for when visitors come over.

She loves taking baths or showers together as well, and not (necessarily) in a suggestive way. It's just a nice way to relax together, ‘and it saves water, right? *wink wink*’

She's actually a pretty good cook, at least when it comes to comfort food. When either of you are in a bad mood she'll step into the kitchen and make some of the best comfort food you've ever had. Which will then, of course, be eaten on the couch or in bed, in front of the tv, with a comfort movie.

Her favourite movies are comedies and romcoms. Anything that'll give her a good laugh is fine.

Kisuke Urahara

Another very laid-back person to live with. There is no rush at all when living with this man, with anything. He's the type of person to be at least a little late to every party or meeting because he just wanted to take his time and get ready in a relaxed way.

Don't let him take care of plants. He is the worst plant dad and they will die. Only cacti survive, and even those will struggle to do so.

Kisuke moves around in his sleep a lot and will steal the covers. A good way to remedy this is to use his chest as a pillow, he'll barely move at all then. Does the pressure on his chest really keep him still, or did he move around a lot on purpose as an excuse to get to you cuddle up to him at night? You will never know.

This man is very clingy. It doesn't matter what you're doing, he wants to have his arms around you. You're cooking? His arms are around your waist. You're trying to clean up? Good luck. His favourite moment is when you're both watching tv though. He'll pull you as close to possible to cuddle up on the couch.

Toshiro Hitsugaya

Toshiro has the windows open all-year round in his bedroom. Even when it is freezing outside, he'll want to open the windows for some fresh air as he sleeps, so he doesn't wake up in that stuffy sleep air that gets stuck in bedrooms. This does give a great excuse for cuddling while sleeping though.

He'll get you flowers every week, on the same day. It's a habit, one he doesn't want to miss. It's his way of reminding you that he cares, even though he's usually very busy with his work as a captain.

He'll agree a schedule with you to do chores in the house, just to make sure it all gets done and nothing gets forgotten. Of course, he helps in the house as well.

If you're not a fighter, Toshiro will want a dog in the house to protect you. Toshiro is very good at training dogs, as he is already used to being a leader and giving orders, and this dog will be the sweetest thing until either you or him give it the command to attack. He really counts on the dog to protect you when he cannot.

Soi-Fohn

Soi-Fohn will decorate her home in a minimalistic way. The colours don't jump out at you and there is just enough decoration to make it feel homely without having trinkets and pictures all over the place. Her home basically radiates calm and is so clean you'd almost wonder if she cleaned every day.

She sleeps with a lot of blankets. During the night she will want to say warm and she'll get closer to any source of warmth, which usually is you.

You need but say the word and Soi-Fohn will help you out with whatever she can in the house. Grocery shopping, the dishes, the laundry,… you name it. She will also start doing things without saying it if she notices you are a little overwhelmed.

She REALLY wants a cat. She loves the little creatures and has always wanted one of her own, but due to her often being away from home for extended periods of time, she never got one. If you've got a job that allows you to go home every day, she'll definitely bring it up.

Of het days off, she likes to cook something for you. She's actually a pretty good cook, though she rarely has the time to prepare something special for you.

Kenpachi Zaraki

Kenpachi is oddly clingy when you're home. He loves you, so he wants to be around you. Preferably have an arm around you. He's not shy about admitting it either. Why should he be? He wants to hold you. He's your boyfriend/husband. It's only normal.

He is the easiest guy ever to cook for. As long as you have made it, Kenpachi will eat about anything. Doesn't matter if you burnt it a little, doesn't matter if it's something he usually doesn't like. If you made it, he will eat it.

His favourite food is BBQ though, and when you eat BBQ he's the one making it. It's about the only thing he can cook, but that meat is prepared perfectly. He'll wear an apron will some stupid BBQ-related pun on it whenever he's doing so.

Kenpachi needs a dog in the house to play with, to get rid of that excess energy of his. It's likely a breed that's generally seen as dangerous, like a Pitbull. The dog is the absolute sweetest thing though, wouldn't harm a fly, and it loves playing fetch.

Kenpachi lets his dog sleep on his bed, which will cause some funny moments while trying to cuddle because the dog wants in on the affection too.

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