#happy pride month everyone! stay safe have fun and be proud

[centaur-dreaming]

Happy birthday fellow gays and queers of other flavours <3

[ghostsandfools]

Pride month is officially over everyone, and I just wanted to say...

YOU'RE STILL AWESOME! And you still deserve to be proud and loved and honored even if it isn't pride month anymore.

There's A LOT under the cut, be warned.

All you gay guys out there are AMAZING! I hope you're doing okay. I hope you're having fun. I hope life is well. Don't ever let anyone make fun of you for being gay, don't be ashamed, OWN IT! You're amazing and you should be proud.

Lesbians, that goes for you too! I how your doing woman loving WODERFULLY! You're so cool. Doesn't matter what kind of lesbian you are, femme, masc, non-binary, you're all valid and awesome!

Bisexuals, you exist and you're cool as hell. I hope you're doing good. Don't ever feel like you have to pick a side or you're just confused, I know there's been a lot of biphobia going around even within the queer community but don't let it get to you! You're valid! And we love you <3

Pansexuals, I hope you're doing PANTASITIC (I hate myself). I hope everything is going good and I hope you all have had a wonderful pride. You're all super cool and I'm so sorry for the amount of frying pan jokes you've probably heard over the past month.

Omnisexual, you too! Just the word omnisexual sounds cool as hell. I hope you've been okay, I know omnisexuals and pansexuals get confused for each other quite a bit, but you're unique and you're valid, don't let anyone tell you otherwise!

Asexuals, hi! I hope you're doing well. Be proud, don't let the aphobia get to you! Because you are ALL valid. This one is for everyone on the ace spectrum. You're sex-repulsed? VALID! I hope you're doing well. You're sex neutral? Cool! You're awesome. You have sex regularly and enjoy it? Awesome! You can still be a valid asexual, don't let ANYONE tell you otherwise. You're demisexual, graysexual, or another sexuality on the ace spectrum? That's wonderful! I love you all.

Aromantic people, no matter what part of the spectrum you're on, you're valid too! Even if you're in a romantic relationship, you're still valid! It's a spectrum for a reason. I hope you're all doing amazing, no matter what.

Non-Binary folks, hello! I hope you're doing well and you've had lots of good luck. I know, at least where i live, it can be difficult to find places that affirm your identity. There are barely any gender neutral bathrooms, most job resumes/surveys only add male and female options, people assume gender ALL THE TIME. It sucks. But I hope you've been staying strong despite all that, and I hope the world can get better. Remember you're all valid! Even if you don't "look non-binary", even if you choose to dress traditionally masculine or feminine, even if you use neopronouns or pronouns other than they/them, even if you don't have an androgynous name, you're all still non-binary, be proud!

Trans boys, we love you. You're awesome, you're strong, you're amazing, and I hope everything's alright! Never let anyone tell you how you have to present. If you don't wanna bind your chest, you don't have to. If you can't afford medicine or surgeries, that's okay. If you still wanna dress femininely, you can! You're a real man and the queer community wouldn't be the same without you.

Trans girls, the same to you! You don't have to present super femininely if you don't wanna, you're a real woman no matter what. I hope you're staying safe. I know trans women are often a scapegoat (aka. "Trans women will assault 'real women' in restrooms!"), but we know the truth. You're awesome, and please stay safe out there <3

Polyamorous people, I see you! I might be one of you but idk yet I'm still figuring stuff out- ANYWAYS! You are real. You don't have to choose one person, I promise. I grew up with parents that were really against polyamory for some reason, and I just don't get it. You can love multiple people, you are valid, and I hope you can find a partner/partners who accept you and love you for who you are.

Unlabeled people, happy pride! Be proud of yourself, you're super cool. You don't have to be anything, you can just be you. You belong here, and the queer community accepts you and loves you for who you are.

OKAY. That was a lot, but we still have more to go! I'm not gonna say as much about the next ones for the sake of my own sanity, I've already been writing this for a while. So, LIGHTNING ROUND!

Genderfluid people, I love you. You're awesome and I see you, don't let anybody tell you you've gotta pick a side.

Demi boys/Demi girls, HI! I remember you, and I love you. I hope you had a good pride month!

Agender people, hell yeah for you!

Intersex people, don't think I'd forget you! You're part of pride too and anyone who says otherwise is dumb. You're awesome.

Abrosexual and abromantic people, you're wonderful <3

Polysexual people, you're cool!

Trixic and toric people y'all are awesome!

Enbian people, you're amazing and also your flag is really goddamn cool, I don't see enough people bringing up the enbian flag istg-

Uranic people, you're marvelous.

Neptunic people I'M ONE OF YOU, I SEE YOU! HI! HELLO! If there are any other neptunic people here hi omg I've never met another one-

ANYWAYs. That was a lot. There were a lot of orientations I didn't mention, but there are so many ways to describe your unique sexual orientation, and you can express gender in so many different ways, and my hands really hurt. So if I didn't mention you, I'm sorry, but it doesn't mean you aren't valid or that i forgot you!

I love all of you. Just because pride month is over doesn't mean you're forgotten or loved any less. I hope you all have a wonderful, WONDERFUL rest of your year, and I wish you all good luck <3

[thatonegaybrit]

; hey everyone !! It's officially pride month, and since I'm an absolute fucking ambitious idiot I've made a list, enjoy.

; I love you

Lesbians ( ALL LESBIANS !! )

Sapphics

Biromantics

Bigenders

Bigenderfluxes

Bisexuals

Polysexuals

Polyromantics

Polygenders

Omnisexuals

Omniromantics

Omnigenders

Omnigenderfluxes

Pansexuals

Panromantics

Pangenders

Demiboys

Demigirls

Demigenders

Demifluxes

Demisexuals

Demiromantics

Graysexuals

Grayromantics

Asexuals

Aromantics

Acefluxes

Arofluxes

Aroaces

Aroacespecs

Acespecs

Arospecs

Quoiromantics

Qouisexuals

Cupidsexuals

Cupidromantics

Lithromantics

Lithrosexuals

Gays

Genderfluids

Genderfluxes

Apagenders

Xenogenders

Intersexuals

Agenders

Transgenders

Transfemmes

Transmascs

Non-binaries

Genderqueers

Akoisexuals

Akoiromantics

Queers

Attractiofluxes

Abrosexuals

Abromantics

Polyamorous-es

Ambiamorous-es

Fraysexuals

Frayromanticss

Uranics

Nebulas

Neptunics

Orchidsexuals

Orchidromantics

Genderflors

Genderflirs

Genderfauns

Boyfluxs

Girlfluxs

Faesaris

Questioning ppl

Maveriques

Pomosexuals

Achilleans

Torics

Trigenders

Libramascs

Librafemmes

Libragenders

Paragirls

Paraboys

Berrisexuals

Berriromantics

Almondsexuals

Almondromantics

Bellussexuals

Bellusromantics

Genderhoarders

Xenohoarders

Sequencesexuals

Polarsexuals

Two spirits

Enbians

Reciproromantics

Aporagenders

Finromantics

Finsexuals

Reciprosexuals

Androgynes

; is this list meant to demean or invalidate anyone who isn't on it ?? No. It's showing you that in just a few minutes ( seriously, minutes. ) I've listed 100 identities. 1 0 0. The LGBTQIA+ community is vast. So so incredibly vast !! Even if your identity is not listed on here, you're still so so valid and I love you so much. You're a part of this community, you're important and you're you. Whether you use 20+ labels or prefer not to just roll with it and use none, whether you use " common " labels like bi or lesbian, or you use an array of xenogenders that js describe you so perfectly. Whatever. As long as you're comfortable and you're happy with your identity or lack thereof, then I'm so proud of you.

; or if you haven't yet figured out what labels to use or you're shuffling between loads in confusion, that's okay !! Finding yourself takes time, it could take forever, you as a person are constantly changing and so how you identify is " allowed " to change w that. It's okay. You're still valid and you're still a part of this community.

; to the people who are out and proud, whether those people were accepting or not, you're so valid and brave and I'm so proud of you !! And you're an inspiration to those around you I'm sure. And to those still closeted for whatever reason .. It's alright, everything will be okay. You don't have to tell anyone anything, you don't owe anyone anything, you're not lying to them or anything ( it's only a lie if they're entitled to know ) !! And when the time comes, whoever you tell, I wish you luck. For now simply stay safe, be yourself and don't let anyone stop you !!

; happy pride everyone, the fun has only js begun !! Get ready to taste the mother fucking rainbow !! >:]] /nsx

; I'd also like to say if you want me to add to this list then feel free to shoot me an ask or message !! /gen /nf

[rye-in-a-coat]

Happy Pride Month everyone.

Love yourself, love your close ones, stay safe, have fun, be proud of yourself and remember that corporations don't give a single fuck of care about you.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Oh look! Another anon bully! Fuuuun 😂 Don't worry I blocked them but I thought this was too good to ignore!

Is it the trans thing making them say this? That I write fanfiction? Or just my looks? I'm confused but let's have some fun, yeah? I'm really not into sex shaming in ANY way.

The thing is, I've had way more than I probably should have and maybe this can be a helpful lesson here. I was actually really nervous posting that game, but y'all know I like to be honest with y'all just in case it can help!

I spent a long time hiding who I was to myself and everyone else. I'm mostly gray-ace besides fantasy, meaning I rarely actually enjoy myself but that's a scary thing to admit because it's so misunderstood and frowned upon. After being assaulted as a teenager and coming from a religious background I truly thought I was ruined. I won't go into the shame or the suicide attempts here because that's not what this is about but it was a very bad time for me. Especially after I miscarried a few months later. (Which by the way- Sept-Dec is the anniversary of all this so this was a PERFECT time of year for this BS)

It took me a few years to feel comfortable dating after that but when I did it was a boy that had issues with his parents so my parents allowed him to live under our roof. I was still having a lot of nightmares at the time so I was on heavy sedatives. One night my boyfriend at the time realized he could use that to his advantage. He wasn't the first obviously and he wasn't the last. I've been assaulted by multiple partners over my teen and young adult years. But because of that- I started sleeping with people before they could force or bully me into it and I went a little wild for about a decade.

I answered that game honestly, but not every answer was something I was happy to be a part of. Most of my experiences were bad. This bully was right in fact, I haven't had sex in a long time because I choose not to. When I do again it will be as my real self, with a deep and loving connection. I didn't used to have sex for love, I had sex to keep people around, to keep myself safe, or to try and feel something. I don't suggest it to anyone and I hope all of your sex lives are incredible and loving and safe.

I genuinely don't know if they were trying to say I couldn't get sex because that was never my problem and I hated it. It made me incredibly uncomfortable. If they don't like the looks of me then good for them, but I don't know why that was supposed to hurt me. I'm a grown adult with a past I'm not always proud of and so many stories I hope never get out. I'm also a trans guy that barely passes unless you're into fem boys so if you don't like me- that's cool! I rarely do either but that doesn't mean I won't post pics when I find a little confidence.

All of this isn't said to shame anyone else, if you can't tell, I'm totally happy there are people in the world who love consensual sex (Dom and Kells are wild boys and I love them), I'm just saying my experience is filled with a lot of darkness and very little light. I'm looking forward to having a healthy consensual loving relationship someday but it will be as myself and until I can have that I'm choosing not to do anything else. When I finally started saying no to my ex it was one of the proudest moments of my life and knowing I'm finally emotionally strong enough to protect myself feels incredible.

But I'm sure this was just trying to imply I'm unattractive or a loser so I probably should have just focused on that. Oh no! I'm so hurt! My nonexistent pride is wounded 💔 I must now shut up for good about everything! Honestly whatever is wrong with them that makes them need to hurt others I feel very sorry for. I hope they feel better soon and I hope all of you have a lovely day! I wish you all incredible loving relationships, whether with a partner, multiple partners, or just yourself! Stay safe! Love you all 🖤

[mari-writes]

Happy Pride Month everyone 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️❤️❤️❤️ stay safe, have fun and be proud!

[completelyboredandconfused]

Happy Pride month everyone!

Have fun, be proud, stay safe.

Please reblog with anything you like, whether it be tips on coming out, staying safe, name and pronouns, your favorite color. Have fun, go off. This is a safe space and a safe blog, so say what you want.

[twelve-kinds-of-trouble]

Pride Month Book Recs!

This month is Pride Month! To celebrate, I though I’d share a collection of LGBTQIA+ biographies, novels, graphic novels, and poems! (I’ve also starred my personal favourites, or book I think everyone should read!) Remember to check trigger warnings before buying a book, and to support LGBTQIA+ and POC authors! I’ll be tagging a few people who gave me some of these recs at the bottom of this post. If there’s anything incorrect or offensive featured on this list, let me know and I’ll remove it! Enjoy! Also, I made the header myself! I’m very proud.

Now is also a good time to mention that if you’re an exclusionist, a ‘super straight’, a MAP, or a homophobe/transphobe of any shape or form, I hope you choke on glass. You are not welcome on this blog. Leave, and never interact with me again.

(Feel free to ask me about any of the starred books, or to add your own recommendation! It’s a little short, so additions are very much welcomed!)

Young Adult

Aristotle and Dante discover the Secrets of the Universe— Benjamin Alire Sáenz (Contemporary, MLM)*

Crier’s War— Nina Varela (Fantasy, WLW)

Felix Ever After— Karen Callender (Contemporary, Romance, MLM)

They Both Die at The End— Adam Silvera (Contemporary, Romance, MLM)*

The Girls I’ve Been— Tess Sharpe (Con-artist MC, Con-artist MC... WLW)***

Loveless— Alice Oseman (Asexual and Aromantic MC, Contemporary, Please Read It)***

Cinderella is Dead— Kalynn Bayron (WLW)

Red, White and Royal Blue— Casey McQuinston (Contemporary, MLM)

Hani and Ishu’s Guide To Fake Dating— Adiba Jaigirdar (Contemporary, Realistic)

Serás— Anna K. Franco

Simon Versus the Homo Sapien’s Agenda— Becky Albertalli (MLM)

Cemetery Boys—Aiden Thomas (Trans, MLM)

Wilder Girls— Rory Power (WLW, Boarding School, Survival, Sci- Fi)*

Girls of Paper and Fire— Natasha Ngan (Fantasy, WLW)***

Only Mostly Devastated— Sophie Gonzales (MLM, Grease Inspired)

Carry On— Rainbow Rowell (MLM, Fantasy)

Queen of Coin and Whispers— Helen Corcoran (WLW)

Six of Crows— Leigh Bardugo (MLM, Bisexual Character, AMAZINGLY CRAFTED PLEASE READ, Fantasy)***

The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender— Leslye Walton

Adult

The Song of Achilles— Madeline Miller (Greek Mythology, MLM, Made Me Cry A Little)***

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo— Taylor Jenkins (WLW, 60s, Historical Fiction)

The Huntress— Kate Quinn (Historical Fiction, Mystery, Bisexual MC)

The Picture of Dorian Gray— Oscar Wilde

This is How You Lose the Time War— Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone (Fantasy, Time-Travel, Sci-Fi)

Graphic Novels

Mooncakes— Suzanne Walker and Wendy Xu (Sapphic Witch, Sapphic Witch!! AND A NON-BINARY WEREWOLF THEY FALL IN LOVEEE EEEEEK)***

Heartstopper— Alice Oseman (MLM)

Wonder Woman: Year One— Greg Rucka

The Witch Boy— Molly Ostertag (Middlegrade)

Poetry

Have Some Pride— Courtney Carola (Collection of LGBTQIA+ Poetry)

Walking The Tightrope— Abayomi Animashaun, Irwin Iradukunda, Timothy Kimutai, Tatenda Muranda and Spectra Speaks (Collection of LGBTQIA+ Poetry from African Writers)

Fragile Goods— Drew Song (Collection of LGBTQIA+ Poetry)

Finding Her— Kamari Talley (Collection of WLW Poetry)

Biographies/Autobiographies

Continuum— Chella Man (Transgender, Genderqueer)

Queer Heroes— Arabelle Sicardi, Sarah Tanat-Jones (Children’s, 53 stories of LGBTQIA+ icons)

Queer Inentions— Amelia Abraham (Autobiographical journey through queer culture)

50 Queers Who Changed The World— Dan Jones, Michael Rosenthal

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I hope you all enjoy this! I had so much fun making it! This is my first Pride Month as someone who has realised (?) their sexuality, so I’m very excited. And remember, whether you label yourself or not, whether you’re in the closet or you’re out, if you’re questioning or have a firm grasp on your sexuality; no matter your identity, you are valid. You are loved, and you are welcome here, always. Happy Pride Month! Stay Safe! <3

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I’ll tag a few people here who gave me recommendations or I think would like this!

@introvertedscarecrow @crackerboxart @the-fridge-is-on-fire @aheartfullofquestions @kazoo-the-demjin @im-a-dragon-cawcaw @ketterdamkid @adorablyy-chaotic @peachy-saladlover @neonified @harlowreads @bianavacker-is-bi-as-hell @completekeefitztrash

[ohheyitsokay]

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part 10 of the ‘hey batter batter’ series

pairing: Francisco (Frankie, Catfish) Morales x reader

wordcount: 3k

warnings: so so soo much fluff. clouds and clouds worth. kissing, implications of sex (blink and you’ll miss it)

summary: it’s a Triple Frontier Baseball AU! Trust me, you don’t need to know anything about baseball.

In this chapter, you and Frankie finish the season and the summer, and know it’s only the beginning.

notes: thank you all so much for supporting this little story of mine! I genuinely am blown away by how kind everyone has been! originally I planned on this series just being a couple of one-shots set in the same universe, but it got away form me, and I can’t believe so many of you came along for the ride. some of those stories will come in time, but thank you thank you thank you to everyone who stuck around this long! all the love for all of you!

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It was a beautiful day for a baseball game.

The sun was shining and for once your bones weren’t shaking with the rumble of the stadium as people stomped and cheered. In fact, the majority of the noise was from Frankie’s momma as she chattered across your lap to your grandfather. The two of them were discussing gardening and how well season was played, how proud they were, the best of friends. It was peaceful, almost, and most of the flashing lights and roaring crowds were away – it was the final game, a charity fundraiser, all fun.

You could see your catcher as he turned, looking at your section like he couldn’t help but search for you, and you smiled, heart as full and as warm as the sun on your shoulders. His curls were sticking out from under his helmet haphazardly, the pads on his shoulders and thighs making him even more solid, and it was a sight that you’d never get tired of. Combined with the smells of warm pastries, jalapeños and melted cheese, contentment settled into your soul like a hand in a glove, a perfect fit.

It was the of the ninth and they were playing well, encouraged by the cause and playing for the love of of the game instead of a paycheck. Behind you, you heard someone mention just how well Frankie had batted this season, and you brushed pan dulce sugar from your lap.

The players had told you last week after all the big games were done why Santi had offered to pay for you and James to fly to see their final games. At the time, it had baffled you how intensely they insisted, how eagerly the pushed it, and how your boyfriend had looked equal parts embarrassed and hopeful, but eventually you agreed, assuming you could get the time off from work. When the secret came out you laughed, shaking your head and rolling your eyes.

They had exchanged smiles and shrugged and shared knowing glances as they let you explain away what they knew was true. You were their luck.

The thought was long gone from your mind now though, as Ben was doing weird poses on the field, and you heard chuckles ripple through the crowds. Fans of him and the team alike were endlessly charmed, and you knew you’d catch comments about it for months to come. His brother was just standing, and still you heard dreamy sighs of Will’s name, and made a mental note to tease him after the game about his “blonde halo”. Whatever that meant.

Santi threw a perfect curveball, and when it landed firmly in Frankie’s glove, you heard a girl swoon, “That’s my man!” and the laughter of her friends, as they called her “Mrs. Morales”.

“No!” his momma was glaring over her shoulder tugging on your elbow, as if physically fighting them was a viable option. You tugged back, making soothing noises as she protested, “Mi frijol.” The sweet lady muttered something else and before your heart could latch on to what you could’ve sworn was something about the future and tu marido you moved on.

“I know, I know,” you were saying, when James leaned over, glint in his sweet, aging eyes.

“She’s right, honey,” he said, only encouraging his friend, and you grinned.

“He’s my boy,” she said again with an air of finality, “and yours."

Looking at your grandfather sheepishly, you pointed at your shirt and shrugged as he said, “Right again.”

You were wearing his backup Jersey.

Cheesy as it was, it felt good to have the little claim of his over your skin, and while it wasn’t obvious to everyone, you wore it with pride. Comments from his fans slid off it like raindrops on a tin roof, and while you apricated her inclusion, you didn’t need it to know he was yours, as you were his.

Jimbo leaned towards the woman at your side and whispered conspiratorially in her ear, and she settled, and you left it, enjoying their friendship. The day was too lovely for anything else, anyway.

Catch, catch, walk, look for his girlfriend, sit, swing, hit, run, walk, sit. Repeat.

Nothing so eventful happened the last few minutes of the game, and as the Will went out for his final bat, you felt a surprising wave of bittersweet nostalgia for all that had passed since the opening game, cold as an evening breeze.

Then the ball cracked against the bat, and the sound snapped you back, and you felt a fire under your breastbone, reminding you the best was yet to come.

Frankie’s mom finished her final cheers enthusiastically, all annoyance long gone, and she pulled you into a hug.

“Nieta is calling. Hug Francisco for me, hija, and I’ll see you tomorrow?” You nodded, squeezing her back almost as hard. You and Frankie were using his first real day off to babysit and get some quality time, and both of you were well aware this was hardly goodbye. You gave a gentler hug to your grandfather, who was going with her, whispering “Bye Jimbo,” as you kissed his cheek. He had conspired to let you stay out for the evening, and while you’d miss driving him home, you were grateful for the opportunity.

Seeing them safely as far as you could, your feet danced with excitement. Like it had been more than handful of times, they knew the path to the locker rooms, carrying you so light you were almost floating. When you slid into the waiting room, Frankie was already clean and looking for you anxiously. Maybe you should’ve given him a little wave from across the room, but you could do better.

You ducked away from his line of sight, and snuck around behind him before say, “hey, batter, batter.” He whipped around and before you could even register the grin on his face, he was pulling you against his chest.

“Hey yourself,” he said, and the two of you got one sweet, slightly needy kiss before you heard good-natured groans.

“It’s been like month,” Santi said, ruffling your hair as you stepped back, “Aren’t you guys done flirting?” You stuck your tongue out at him, wondering if you were fast enough to flick him in the forehead.

“Don’t bother,” Will said, his tone resigned but playful as he hugged you too. “Be happy he got her to stick around.” You pulled a face, and Benny laughed. They all knew by now that it was more than a summer fling, even Tom, who you realized hadn’t come out yet.

When you asked, they winced, and you dropped the topic, knowing they would tell you in their own time. Frankie pulled you back to him, his warm fingers lacing with yours as you herded them towards the door.

They were still working on things, still trying to figure out what their next steps looked like.

For now, you owed your baseball boys a dinner.

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 It had taken you a couple of times cooking for them to get the portions right. The Miller boys ate like they were hollow, and after a game was a testament to that.

Thankfully, you had more than enough this time, having been preparing their favorites for days with the enthusiastic help from Frankie’s mom, and begrudging help from his sister as a thank you to her hermano. The piled into your little space and ate gratefully, telling you about the game like you knew what they were talking about.

“Benny, why were you –” his deep laughter cut you off, and your hand shot out to grab Will’s wrist mid-throw. You had a rule against projectile food to keep them from squabbling like children at your makeshift dinner table. The dinner roll fell to his plate as Benny tried to explain, and Santi deadpanned.

“I was stretching, and I got distracted –”

“You were flirting with the entire stadium, Ben.”

“No! Well –”

It was warm and bright, eating dinner with them like a family, teasing and laughter filling the space like clear broth in the cool of night.

Frankie’s hand found your knee under the table.

The best part about these replacement-parties was watching them all try to help clean up. You were lucky professional athletes had fast reflexes, or you would’ve lost more than a few dishes to their shenanigans. They insisted, wouldn’t let you help, and things probably would’ve been put back correctly if you had, but it was great, letting things play out however they may. Maybe years and years down the road, you would tell a younger generation that you had some of the world’s most desirable athletes fighting in your kitchen over where you kept your dish soap refills.

And after, they would collapse in your living room, unearthing all the games from your shelves. One of your favorite moments from the summer was coming through thrift stores for games, ignoring the stare of jealousy and making ridiculous bets.

All the while, Frankie kept as close to you as he could, too busy watching you with wrinkles in the corners of his eyes to be embarrassed of his rambunctious friends.

When you and Will won the first game of the evening, he accidentally hit you in the face with the back of his hand as he flung his arms open in triumph.

It hadn’t hurt as badly as it would’ve if his brother had been the one talking with his hands, but Frankie had still thumped him in the back of the head before he followed you to the kitchen.

“Baby, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Frankie,” you laughed, but he was already taking the pack of frozen peas from your hand to press it against the lump forming on your temple. He was gentle, and the air shifted, like there was more on his mind than your minor injury. Brown eyes searching yours, you wished you knew what he was thinking.

“Francisco?” Your hands had settled on his chest but the moved around his neck when he moved the ice to ghost his lips over the spot. He didn’t answer for a moment, just setting the peas aside, and carefully trapping you against the counter.

There were noises of good-natured arguing coming from the living room, and you knew he was taking advantage of their distraction, carving a little pocket for the two of you in time.

“Te adoro,” his lips were almost hot as they pressed into yours. “I love you,” he said, so close you could feel the hairs on his upper lip still.

For the past month, your relationship had been fast, jumpstarting to serious and staying that was, but this was new. It was one thing, for him to tell you he wanted something real with you, wanted you to be a part of his life, and another to hear him say he loved you simply, without abandon. Still, you didn’t hesitate.

“I love you too.”

He kissed you again, unhurried, and you almost couldn’t return it, you were smiling so widely. Your bump was long forgotten.

When the two of you came out the kitchen, the others had barely noticed you were gone and Ben immediately was accusing you of cheating, but Santi shot you a knowing smile.

-           

There was a gap of time when a season ended, when Molly’s inbox was mercifully void of emails. It was a time when the chaos of her job slowed, for a bit before she began her work for the off-season, and she relished it with every fiber of her being.

This particular gap began wrapped up in sheets with Tom, her Tom, kissing and wishing the world outside was a simple as this, in the little bubble of her room.

She could always tell though, when his mind was no longer filled with her, and the other sides of him began to leak through the cracks. His eyes moved with urgency instead of appreciation his hands moved a little slower and then in sudden jerks, and when he trailed off mid-sentence, she sighed.

“You told them, didn’t you?”

He rolled onto his back; his gaze pointed towards the ceiling.

“Right after the game,” he confessed, and she sighed again, sitting up. If nothing else, for him, she had endless patience.

“How’d that go?”

Her love was silent, thinking only of the embarrassment and defensiveness that had reared in his chest. The tilt of Santi’s head, Frankie’s slow nod. He wished Benny had been disappointed, wished Will had thought it was a joke.

“They understood,” Tom didn’t add that he hoped with all his considerable might that they had reacted stronger, hoped they had told him not to, said they needed him to stay, but they hadn’t. It wouldn’t have been true, anyway. They were growing, going somewhere he couldn’t follow.

Her hand ran over his chest as it filled with air, stilling over his heart.

“It’s time,” one of them said, and the other nodded.

Counseling. Rehab. Retirement.

Slowing down to coach at a local college.

He clenched his hand into a fist, and then relaxed, palm falling open, upwards.

The love of his life kissed his forehead.

It was time.

-           

The first stop of the day was with James, spending the morning helping him around the house. Before this summer, you had thought you were his favorite grandchild, but he had essentially adopted Frankie months ago, and already liked him more than you.

The little old man talked excitedly about baseball and lectured your love on enjoying his off-season. He dragged him into the yard, talking his ear off about the benefits of different teas and the importance of volunteering with youth programs, and you settled inside, throwing away expired things from his fridge. Their absence was your only opportunity for the chore.

Honestly, the two of you needed to leave sooner than later and you weren’t sure how much time you had.

“Honey?” You dropped a can of whipped cream from a month ago guiltily.

“Yeah, Jimbo?”

He eyed you suspiciously but seemed too excited to be deterred by you.

“I put this together for you!” He said proudly, and you noticed a flash of the same mischief from yesterday in his eyes. Your grandfather handed you a box, and made you promise not to open in until you left. You hugged the sweet man, and smiled when Frankie did, too, before saying your goodbyes, thankful beyond words for him.

If it weren’t for him, you were sure you wouldn’t be climbing into the truck of your boyfriend, and certainly not having the catcher’s hand slide into yours. When you opened the box, the gratitude didn’t shrink, but your embarrassment rose.

Frankie laughed so hard you thought he was going to have to pull over.

It was full of Francisco Morales merchandise, signatures and memorabilia ranging from his very first baseball card to his most recent bobble head.

-           

Frankie kissed your knuckles for the second time since you climbed into his truck, which was silly since it had only been three minutes since you left his mother’s house.

He could feel your look, answering before you even asked.

“I’m good, just… I love you,” he said, unable to keep his eyes on the road when he said it.

“I love you too, Frankie,” you said, wondering what prompted him.

“Could we… would you want to get dinner?” He looked thoughtful and you laughed.

“Are you asking me on a date?”

Your hand was lifted to his lips again, sending electricity up your spine as he confirmed.

The two of you had a bag full of Anita’s best by the time you entered his home, and he still hadn’t told you what was on his mind. The two of you ate, sharing stories about the day’s adventures, helping his mother around the house and watching, Bianca, his sweet, tiny new niece. You had a great conversation with his mother, and despite her excitable nature, she surprised you by asking you about your boundaries and promising not to overstep.

Frankie told you about his hermana, and her slowly opening up to the idea of letting him help her out, not as charity but family, and letting him shoulder some of the responsibilities. You watched the warmth in his eyes as he talked and wondered how it was possible for a single person to feel so safe.

Eventually the talking slowed, and you found yourself half falling asleep against the stretch of his chest, is hands slowing their wandering paths.

“Love?” he murmured into your hair. You hummed in response.

When he didn’t say anything, your mind woke, and you pulled yourself up, and into his lap, straddling him.

He looked up at you for a moment before you felt him sigh against you.

“I have this baby,” he said, and you couldn’t help but smile at his phrasing. Santi always said it was melodramatic. “Do you… is this all too much?”

His expression mirrored that of your first date, and you told him the same thing as you had then.

That you would stay, as long as he would have you. That you would navigate alongside him, that you were happy to. This time, you added that you loved him, and you felt him shift under you, anxiety leaking out of him, allowing solid adoration to replace it.

Frankie said, “Thank you,” against your mouth, and like a prayer. In the dim evening light, you kissed him, and as his hands slipped under your shirt to hold your sides, he held you for the first time like you were real.

And you were, this was something that wasn’t going away.

For the first time in a long time, it was a perfect day for something new, and his heart was here, beating under his hands.

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translations:

pan dulce: pastries

mi frijol: my bean

tu marido: your husband

nieta: granddaughter 

hija: daughter

hermano/a: brother, sister

te adoro: I adore you

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In the end, we can only save ourselves

harry and y/n are in an open relationship

i’ve been wanting to write this concept for a while cuz i love reading about it so hope you enjoy :)

warning: angst ofc what else do you expect from me 😅

i’m def writing a part two so stay tuned for that :))))

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The fresh red marks littered his neck, they showed someone else had claimed him for themself, had marked her husband with their lips. It was a disgusting thought, and Y/N had to turn away before she quite literally threw up.

“Want some coffee?” Y/N shook her head.

“I’m fine.” He didn’t notice anything, fuck, when did he ever? Y/N was getting sick of it, his obliviousness to her tense and off behavior. Y/N thought communication was key, but sometimes she feels afraid of the future, of what could happen if she voices her feelings and thoughts, of saying she wants to end their open relationship. He’d leave her. She knew it.

“Mmkay.” He turned the coffee maker on, and the only sound in the room was the noise it made. Neither Harry nor Y/N were speaking.

She had to leave because she kept taking looks at him, at his neck. Did he even know what that made her feel? Any semblance of feeling? Did he have any respect for her anymore? It would be respectful to not showcase the work of another on his body, open for her to see, in their own fucking home. It was ridiculous, and suddenly the hurt was replaced with anger.

“Have fun last night?” Y/N’s voice was ice cold, something no one could miss, especially not Harry. He glanced up at her over his phone.

“Yeah, ‘t was fun.” He nodded, eyes moving back down to his phone. Great, now he couldn’t even look at her while they were having a conversation.

“I could see. Quite literally.” Harry looked at her in confusion, while Y/N rolled her eyes at his obliviousness.

“All over your fucking neck, Harry. At least hide that shit next time, will you?” Y/N grabbed her laptop from the island table, backing up her chair, making it squeak against the wooden floor.

“Shit, ‘m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t know.” Y/N scoffed at his guilty tone while she was exiting the kitchen. Y/N didn’t know how much longer she could put up with this. She never wanted this fucking open relationship in the first place. All she wanted was to make him happy, and now she’s so disappointed in herself for lowering herself in that way for a man. Even Harry wasn’t worth it, the man she had loved with her whole entire being and entire soul. Because he’s not who he used to be, and it makes her feel more empty than anything else.

“Be a little more considerate next time, yeah?” She called back over her shoulder, walking to their backyard to get some sun and do some work.

She looked behind to see if Harry was following and couldn’t help but feel a little hurt when he didn’t. The old him would have followed her around like a puppy to see her smile and be happy with him again. This was another example of how much their relationship had changed, for the worse.

Y/N opened her laptop and started looking over a manuscript for her job. It had been an hour or so when she got an incoming Facetime call from her friend back home.

See, Y/N had basically uprooted her life for Harry. She had a good job back home, with her family and friends surrounding her, but she let herself get windswept by Harry and his charm and charisma. He had done everything to sweep her off her feet, even though she didn’t want to be with him in the first place.

He succeeded, eventually, hence why she was in London in their home, where he wanted to settle down, not her. London was cloudy and gray, she wanted the bright sun and blue sky. But she had to follow him, because what the star wants, the star gets.

Don’t get her wrong, Harry and Y/N were so happy during their one and a half year of dating and three years of marriage. They were perfectly happy, she had been enough for him during this time, until six months ago he started becoming distant, wouldn’t come home until late at night and would text her to not wait up for him, he didn’t even know if he would be coming home at all, and that irritated her yet also hurt, because he was growing distant and whenever she tried to initiate conversation about it, he would deflect.

It wasn’t until one evening he broke, started saying how he felt trapped.

“I jus’- we’re good, Y/N, so good. But don’t you think tha’s just not enough? I- I saw someone at the club tonight. I wanted to get her number, I wanted to approach her, and almost did when Mitch stopped me, pulled me back, said I had a lovely wife waiting at home for me.” Y/N hadn’t believed her ears. Her initial thought was- ‘he could go to fucking hell’, but she didn’t want to lose him, she didn’t. Because she loved him. So.. she brought it up. When she shouldn’t have. She should have taken it back as soon as she said it, but she can’t turn back time.

“You wanted to fuck her? That’s what you want to do? Throw a whole 4 year relationship away because you wanted to fuck a pretty girl? Go ahead, Harry. Do what you want.” Harry had approached her, looking at her warily.

“You’re not saying, you want to end us?” Y/N heard fear in his words. He was scared of the end of them, but it wasn’t enough. But in the heat of the moment she shook her head, when she should have said yes.

“No. No.. I.. we can try an... open relationship?” Y/N forced the words out of her mouth, wincing slightly when she saw the bright look on his face. And this is where she was proud of herself for a moment, because she had made him happy again.

“Really? Are you sure?” Y/N nodded, again, forcefully.

“Yeah, sure.” She nodded her head, fake smiling when Harry approached her and granted kisses all over her face, before pulling her into a deep one and showing her how happy she made him with lots of loving through the whole night.

It stopped him being distant for a bit. He would tell her where he was going and with who. She’d tell him to have fun and to be safe, wear protection. He said of course he would. They’d meet for a quick peck, then he was out for the night.

He thought she had nights where she went out too, but she didn’t. And she wasn’t about to tell him that. She had pride, she had suggested it, now she had to deal with the consequences. She couldn’t bring herself to sleep with another person, it was disgusting. All she could have thought about was Harry, and she had months to think about this, about how someone you’re married to would be okay sleeping with another person... it wasn’t okay at all, not for her. She always thought if her significant other wanted to do that, she’d end the relationship, because if she wasn’t enough for him, what was the point of being married?

She had given Harry the benefit of the doubt for a few months, wanted to see if he would end the open relationship himself, but no. He became more bold, this wasn’t the first time he came home with hickeys all over his body. But she had been quiet then, she wouldn’t be anymore.

Y/N quickly answered Anna’s call, greeted by the brunette beauty on her screen.

The excitement on Anna’s face made Y/N miss her more.. made her all the more homesick. She wanted to see this face in person, and it had been a year since she had.

“Y/N!!” Anna screamed, excitedly. Y/N grinned, happy to see her best friend again.

“Anna! I miss you!” She squealed, sitting up a bit to set the laptop on her lap.

“How’ve you been, baby cakes? Still kicking ass at work?”

“I’ve been good... just living life. Of course I have been! Getting promoted soon, just know it.” Y/N smiled, because she genuinely loved her job. She worked at a publishing house and read over new stories, and she loved it because it pulled her into another universe, one where she didn’t think about Harry and reality.

“Still madly in love with your hot hubby?” Anna giggled, clearly teasing, but usually when Y/N would laugh bubbly along with her, she sat silent.

“Y/N? Everything alright?” Anna frowned.

“Umm.. yeah.. just-“ Y/N tried to stop it, she tried, really she did. But the first tear slipped past her defenses then another and then more.

“I don’t know what to do, Anna, I don’t.” Y/N sobbed into her hands, breaking down once Anna asked that question. Everything she had been holding in, was being let out.

“What’s wrong, honey? What happened?” Anna said gently, coaxing Y/N to open up and tell her what happened.

“Don’t- don’t judge, okay? I know I said I’d never let this happen, but, but I dunno. I don’t know.”

“Let it out, Y/N.”

“Harry and I.. are in an open relationship.” Y/N looked up at Anna’s concerned face, nodding for her to continue.

“I’m not judging, baby cakes, do you mind telling me a bit of context? How did you get into the situation, huh?” Anna remembered a conversation they had about their future partners. The topic was cheating and Y/N had said if her partner ever slept with another, it was over. She was a little possessive over her boyfriends, not overtly so, but enough to be so jealous if they were to do anything with someone in front of her or flirt and she didn’t think she could ever handle them sleeping with someone else, and Y/N was so in love with Harry, everyone could see it, so how did she get herself in that situation?

“Uh-“ Y/N sniffed, wiping some tears from her face with her hoodie sleeve. “He waa distant and he said he wanted to hookup with someone one night so I just suggested it. He wanted to do it and it made him happy so I agreed too. I haven’t slept with anyone, I can’t, Anna. I don’t know how he does it.”

“Oh, honey.. I think it’s time you came back to us. Take a break from him and gloomy London. Think things over back home.” Y/N knew she needed to get away, and Anna’s words reinforced that thought.

“Alright.. umm.. i’ll book a flight right now.” Anna gave Y/N a sympathetic smile.

The topic switched to Anna’s life and questions about what’s happening back home, all while Y/N booked a flight back to her local airport for two days from now.

It was a one way ticket, she didn’t know when she would be back. Or if she would be back.

The confirmation email sent to her phone and it pinged to let her know it was there.

“Got it! I can’t wait to surprise my mom.”

“So excited for you to get here, baby cakes. Ugh-“ Y/N could hear kids yelling in the background. “gotta go, Ben just spilled juice all over Bran.” Anna rolled her eyes, blowing her best friend a kiss goodbye and then ending the call.

Y/N sat back against the lawn chair, staring at the pool and pretty garden and trees in her backyard.

A warm hand on her shoulder brought her out of her thoughts, making her jump slightly.

“Harry! You scared me!”

“You alright, bubba?” His tone was serious and concerned, looking down at her with his gently green eyes that forced her to say what she’s been wanting to say for a while, but she held herself back.

“‘course, do I not look alright, Harry?”

“You’ve just been a little, I dunno, tense.. recently.” He chose his words carefully, not wanting to upset his bubba.

“Tense?” Y/N let out a short laugh, staring back out at the blue pool water:

“Talk to me, darling, c’mon.” He stroked her arm, coming around to stand in front of her before dropping low, now she was looking down at him.

“I’m not tense, Harry. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You were crying, Y/N. I can see the tears stains and red eyes. Why were you crying?” A dreadful feeling took over him.

“Why am I crying? Why am I crying? It’s because of you, Harry! I’m crying cause of you! You’re not worth my tears, not anymore. Not when I don’t even know who you are anymore.” Her tone became more soft at the end, a broken whisper at the realization.

“Darling..” He cupped her face, a frown marring his features. “What did I do, hm? This about the hickeys? It won’t happen again, bubba.” His tone was gentle for her.

“It’s more than that. It’s about the whole thing. I can’t keep doing this.. this open relationship anymore, Harry. It’s hurting me, it’s been hurting me. You never noticed, that’s the thing Harry.” Harry gulped, the words slicing a knife through him.

“I thought you were okay with it, Y/N? You brought it up in the first place.”

“Because you would have cheated on me if I didn’t. At least with this I know you’re out with others. Not behind my back.”

“You think that lowly of me, pet? That I would cheat on you? Never, darling, never.”

“You yourself said you wanted to hookup with that woman from the club a few months ago, remember that, Harry? If I’m not enough for you anymore, just tell me. Because I will end this marriage if you don’t.”

“What? Y/N! You’re everything I ever need, baby. Well end this open relationship, you’re the only one for me. I promise.” Y/N shook her head, because the respect for herself was building, and this was step one to recovery. At this point, she knew she had to do this, to save herself from the inner turmoil, the disrespect she had granted on herself for letting this happen. It’s taken a toll on her mental health, and she had to this.

“No, Harry. What we’re ending is our marriage. If I was ever enough for you, you wouldn’t have wanted to be with anyone besides me. I’m leaving in two days. Leave me alone until then.” With that, she pushed Harry away from his kneeling position, and walked back into their house. It hurt to say the words, it hurt to make what she was dreading a reality. Harry stared brokenly at her, not knowing what to do to fix this, fix them, fix her.

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hi! happy (a bit late) pride month to those who celebrates !! i love everyone of you and proud to call myself an ally! I hope this month brings you so much happiness ❤️

and hi i’m back after a sudden 1 month long hiatus although i said i will be only taking a break for two weeks for my exams. Well, long story short i managed to finish my exam! and after that my country went into a mini lockdown you could say? I have to attend school and work from home now. It’s been a really long and exhausting month :( i’m really sorry for the lack of pedro post on this blog even though that's why you all mostly followed me for. Another reason i’m making this post is because i’ll be staying back from this blog, which means i won’t be using this blog and making pedro content anymore 😭 though, i will still keep this blog up so the pedro fandom can still see the pedro content on this blog. I feel that i don't have the motivation to create content and post anymore. This blog was one of the thing that kept me companied during quarantine and it makes me really sad that I won't be using it anymore ☹️ through here I was able to meet so many amazing people and talented writers! I really thank you all for making my time here so fun and enjoyable. Hopefully one day i’ll come back to this blog and make pedro content again!

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Just this one time | 2

Mark Lee x reader // SMUT, SMUT, fluff, angst

Themes: cheating! au, ex? fwb? au

Word count: 3k

Summary: The first time was a mistake, but the second time was a decision and you loved him so much.

Warnings: smut, mentions of other idols, swearing, CHEATING (please don’t cheat in real life), unprotected sex, rough sex, mentions of alcohol, getting drunk, 

A/N: requested! Just because I feel like ending it with a good note haha This is for the anon that requested it and also @shaalk​ I wrote this as a rest to all the gore that I’m writing for 127 House haha. Enjoy! 

“What is love for you?”

The big question hangs in the fourth-grade classroom for a parent-student Valentine’s day special. Since you’re busy at work for the past few weeks, Mark is the one left to help your son Mingyu for the speech that he has to deliver.

Your son is standing in front, clearing his throat, and getting ready for the speech. “Good afternoon everyone, I’m Lee Mingyu and this is love for me” everyone including you and Mark applauded as he begins his speech, “Many years ago my dad, Mark Lee crashed my mother’s engagement…”

“Did you seriously told him that story?” You whisper to Mark, pinching his thigh.

“Shh. Here’s the best part” your husband shushed you.

“...Ever since that day, their love grew so much and there’s nothing that could separate them again....Then they had me, and we all lived happily ever after” tears form in the corner of your eye, as you hear your son believe in the love that you and Mark share. “...My parents made me believe in love, because I see it every day, and they make me feel loved every day. And that is the meaning of true love for me. Thank you”

After the event, the three of you walked downtown to get some ice cream and eat pizza then head over to Mark’s parents to drop off Mingyu. It’s Valentine’s day, so you and Mark will have some alone time in a hotel that he booked, have a romantic dinner, and drink wine until you’re both drunk. “Mom, is that true? You chose dad?” he asked out of nowhere.

“Yes. It’s uh- Baby, I’ll tell you when you get a little older I promise”

As your son ran to his grandparents for a hug, you scoffed jokingly to Mark. “You’re unbelievable. You know that?”

“What? Winning you fair and square was my pride and joy” he kissed your forehead and went to say hi to his parents too.

A lot has happened before you and Mark can live peacefully like this. Years ago your relationship with Mark was nothing but chaos, you treat it as a mistake, but eventually, you realized it's him you love the most.

TEN YEARS AGO

It’s new years ever and everyone is back in town. You’re a graduating senior this coming summer and your family couldn’t be more proud of you. They have been telling every person in this party that you will graduate will flying colors in a couple of months.

Since it’s new years eve, everyone including your ‘kind of’ boyfriend Johnny is invited to this get together. It’s been five months since you two decided to have a break from your relationship and honestly speaking, you want to end it officially but there''s so much history in the relationship that you couldn’t just throw away. So you wait. And hope that you still learn to love Johnny.  

The snow is thick outside and it’s freezing but you don’t mind. You were shivering from where you’re seated but you would rather be alone in this cold and quiet space than join the party and be exhausted. Five minutes before the great countdown, you decided to stay out here and watch the fireworks closely than watching it from a window inside. You feel someone put a jacket on your shoulder, thanking the person while you heat up yourself. And as you turn your head to the side to see who it was, lo and behold...

It was Mark.

He has a bottle of beer in his hand and an awkward smile, scratching his nape and avoiding your eyes.

“The last time I saw you, you have pink hair” that's the first thing that came out of your mouth. Now he has jet black hair, and still handsome as ever. It’s been almost three years since he left without saying goodbye. Three years since you two cheated behind Johnny’s back.

10, 9, 8...

“How are you?” he broke the silence.

7, 6, 5...

“Great. You?” you smiled sweetly hoping that he would stop being so awkward towards you.

4, 3, 2...

“I missed you”

He kissed you on the lips, right on time when the clock strikes twelve, just in time for the fireworks to make it even more special. Oh, you miss those lips. It tastes like beer for now, but the way he kisses you is still the same. Both of his hand holds your face steady, cupping your face as he kisses you for the first time again.

“I missed you too” you whispered in between kissing. He noticed that your voice is shaky, maybe you’re really cold already. So he wrapped his arms around you, share his warmth, and kiss some more to make up for lost time. Finally, kissing Mark didn’t feel so wrong.

He was still confident and bold as ever, still the Mark that you liked back then the only difference now is his black hair. Still cute and handsome at the same time for your eyes. To enjoy your little world together, he brought you to his home while his parents are still at the party, enjoying bingo with the other parents. He lit the fireplace to keep you warm and got some snacks from the kitchen. Mostly it was Christmas cookies, leftovers from baking too much he says.

It was comfortable and warm on the floor but you were still shivering. He was leaning his back on the lower side of the couch and invited you to sit between his legs so he could help you warm up. Your back leans comfortably on his chest, wrapping his arms around you and keeping you closer to him. He was whispering how he missed you so much, his breath softly brushes the shell of your ear making you shiver and giggle. “I celebrate alone during your birthday, drinking, hugging my pillow and pretend that it was you” he whispers, you turn your head just enough to see his handsome face, reach for his glasses, and removed it. His glasses are kept safe on the coffee table, and you return to look at him and plant a kiss on those soft lips. You felt love. But it’s too early to say that.

“Every time I have sex to forget you, I still see your face” it was a confession that makes him shy as he situates you on his lap, sending you a message that he misses your whole being. Both of your legs are on each side of his strong thighs, hips grinding and rolling on his growing crotch. Watching the man in front of you loses his mind with what you’re doing to him. He was hard already. He undid his pants as quickly as he can and released his hard cock, you tease the tip with your hand as you watch Mark roll his head back and release soft moans and whimpers that you miss hearing.  

Foreplay was not needed or maybe you do, but you don’t care. You lift your skirt and Mark pull your damped panties to the side and you line his cock in your entrance. Teasing the tip of his cock even more by grinding your raw pussy on him, he smiles weakly and tilted his head, watching you have your fun and making you both moan softly. When you finally pushed it in, you took over and ordered the man beneath you to relax, and he did. He smiles weakly with half-lidded eyes, putting his hand on your waist. Seeing you grind on top of him like this made him feel accomplished. You were always worth the wait. It was pure happiness for Mark, he swears to himself that he will never ruin this again.

“Kiss me” he was about to cum, you know because he always wants to touch lips while he cums. It was your thing. He kisses you deeply while he shoots his thick cum inside you. Sex never felt so good again he thought. Mark kissed you down until you reach the floor removing his soft cock inside you and proceeds to undress you leaving you with nothing, bare and exposed for him. He removed his pants and boxers briefs, and you sat up and helped him with your shirt kissing his sexy body as he kneels in front of you.

“No more rush sex,” he said, kissing you again.  

You have never had slow and intimate sex with Mark. For the first time, he was slow. He took his time kissing your lips, down to your neck, lick and suck your boobs until you were whimpering and ready to cum undone and proceeds to kiss your lower abdomen. With no questions asked or teasing, his tongue licks up and down your wet slit. Legs almost crushed Mark’s head because of sensitivity but he doesn’t care. He reaches for your hand so you could grip it until you have the confidence to grind on Mark’s tongue like you used to and moan with a high pitch tone and enjoy your first orgasm for the night.

He spreads your legs while you were busy catching your breath. Putting both of his hands on the sides of your head, watching you beneath him. He looks handsome with the orange light from the fire, it hits his face perfectly. Mark smiled sweetly on top of you, “ready?” he asked while pumping his cock, you nod your head yes. He lines his head in your very wet entrance and smoothly pushing inside his whole length, he came close to you teasing your lips with his tongue. It was a lustful moment and you didn’t want to end it so soon.

“Do you do this to your pillow?” You joked. Short breaths from what he’s doing to you, head turning side to side, nipples hard and fucking sensitive because Mark won’t stop pinching it.

“You bet” he smirked and thrust a little harder, giving you a taste of what’s he’s going to do next. There’s the Mark you know. Even if he’s thrust became hard and piercing that skin slaps so hard it surrounds the room, it was still not rushed. There was time to enjoy the feeling or laugh in between. He cums on your stomach pumping his cock, and kissing you sweetly as always.

“I’ll clean you up” before he left to go to his room, he covered you with his jacket and left a soft kiss on your forehead.

You’re now wearing a clean shirt and sweatpants from Mark. And he made you hot chocolate with small marshmallows in it so you will stay warm. For the rest of the night, you and Mark talked and catch up in the middle of their kitchen. Laughing loudly and talking about anything that comes into your head. Moments like this don't just happen between you and Johnny and you don’t know how you managed to be with him for years and years without feeling this kind of connection that you and Mark have.

“I never had a girlfriend. Those years, no” he took a sip on his beer, shy to tell you that he has been waiting for you all along.

“The girls are missing. They wasted this hot body” you both chuckled and he swings an arm around you.

“Well, this hot body is yours” he kissed your forehead drank his beer in one down, and turned towards the sink. You hugged him from behind, letting him do what he has to do while you smell him and make yourself comfortable as you wait.

“You sure you don’t want to stay over? I can keep you warm all night and I’m not talking about sex”

It was a tempting offer, “Some other time. I have to help my parents clean up the mess from the party”

“Oh right” leaning on the sink with his hand inside his pocket while his other hand is intertwined with yours. It was obvious that he wanted to spend some more time with you before he went away again.

“When are you going back?” you asked with a flirty tone. He smiled and started kissing you again, hands on your face, keeping it steady for his liking. “Two weeks” he answers. And before you come home that night, you kissed some more in their quiet kitchen not wanting to leave just yet.

For two weeks, you and Mark spend time with each other. Watching horror movies while holding hands tightly, listen to him serenade you whenever you’re in his room, have rough or vanilla sex whenever you two feel like it, and make out in his car for some time in front of your house before you leave him and see him the next day again. You two were so in love, but not quite together just yet.

On his last night in town, he made sure that you’re not going to be sad or feel lonely. “Three months will fly,” he says, keeping your body close to him, hugging you like you’re one of his pillows.

After Mark left, Johnny decided to be in your life again. It made you confuse. You don’t love him anymore, that’s pretty clear. But you don’t know why it’s hard to let go of the things you have with Johnny, is it because you’re used to the relationship that you share? You’re used to faking it in front of everyone?

You and Johnny were back to being ‘lovers’.

And this time, it’s you who’s cheating on Mark. It felt horrible. Back then, when you were the one who’s cheating on Johnny, you remember letting Mark getting the best of you felt like you were winning and free. Even though you know that Johnny loved and still loves you, you don’t feel happy anymore. You realized, that you love Mark. So much.

Johnny wasn’t satisfied with being present in your life, he really pushed you to your limits. You found out that your boyfriend asked for your parents' blessing because he’s going to propose after graduation. You knew because your mother was so excited about you getting married that she couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

And he did propose. Not after graduation, but before graduation. He just couldn’t wait. The pressure from your family plus his family made you say ‘yes’ coldly, everyone celebrated. Except you.

You carry this burden until you graduate and until Mark comes back. Guilt was taking over you when you finally saw his handsome face again, welcoming him at the airport. But seeing Mark and feeling his presence again made you forget for even a second that you have a fiance, and sooner or later you have to tell him the truth.

“I’m having a party tonight. Everyone is back home, it’s really great. Haechan landed yesterday, Jaehyun came home last night. It’s perfect” he says excitedly to you, fidgeting on his phone texting everyone in one hand while his other is intertwined with yours. A party with everyone else means Johnny is going to be invited, and there's a big chance that Johnny will brag about your secret engagement. Fuck, you murmured.

During the party, you didn’t wear the ring and you made sure to keep Mark away from Johnny as long as possible. Good thing Mark was horny and ready to abandon his own party just to have sex with you. Even though you’re not in the mood for sex, Mark put you in the zone.

“I love you” it was not how you wanted it to happen but it’s true. He smiled sweetly to you and fucked you more. “I love you too” You were fucking on his study table, fully clothed but both a moaning mess when Haechan suddenly barged in with wide eyes.

You don’t know what’s up with Mark but he didn’t stop fucking you. It was so awkward that Haechan was still there, Johnny can’t know. “I didn’t know that you guys were together,” Haechan said, avoiding to look at what's happening.

“No we're not together,” you said trying to push Mark and Haechan left without saying a word. Mark knew that look, and he knew better. He called Haechan again and walked out of his room. He told Haechan not to tell Johnny what he saw, and of course, his best friend got his back.

Mark went back inside to you, mad. But also hurt. He can’t believe it’s happening again.

“When I went away, the guilt that I fucked my friend’s girlfriend stayed. I was guilty for so long and I never wanted it to happen again, that’s why I waited for you guys to break up! Just so I can do the right thing! Damn Y/n make up your mind! ” his shouts made you cry and weak. There's a lot to tell him but what’s happening right now is too much. You didn’t have a choice but to say sorry and leave.

You made sure that Johnny can’t see you leaving so used Mark’s backdoor and went home straight. Later that night, Johnny was shouting and yelling about his engagement to you. Mark and Haechan was shocked to the core. You were right, Johnny will brag.

It was a heartbreaking moment for you. Letting go of the person you love for the person you have to love. You stayed in bed for a whole day, not eating or drinking. Just letting the day pass by until you feel better. When you finally had the will to check your phone, there were a bunch of messages from Mark that may be full of anger or hate. You didn’t even think about opening it. Not a chance.

Wedding preparations made you get up in bed, you have no choice. Johnny’s mom and your mom, joined forces to help you decide for this wedding. Seeing yourself wear a wedding gown just makes you tear up in front of everyone. They were all completely clueless about the pain that you’re carrying, they thought it’s tears of joy. It’s not.

The wedding is still months away but you doubt that what you feel towards Johnny will change and go back to how it used to be. Sure, you loved the man. Loved. In the past tense. You just don’t want to disappoint anyone from now on.

One fine evening, after having a hot shower, you decided to read some of Mark’s hate messages and make yourself guilty even more. Maybe knowing that Mark hates you will make you feel somehow alive about this wedding.

But they were not hate messages. It was a bunch of messages, full of love and confession. Begging you not to marry someone you don’t love and be with him instead.

‘Don’t marry him, please’

‘Let’s make this right, I’m sorry’

‘I can marry you too’

TEN YEARS LATER

You jumped to the big hotel bed leaving your husband with the heavy bags. Seeing you so relaxed and not working your ass off is a relief to him. You saw him crossing his arms and leaning on the wall so handsomely, as always. Fate was on your side, thankfully. Over the years, you and Mark loved each other without limits. No more hiding.

He pours two glass of wine, remembering the first time you had sex during your birthday. “Here, happy Valentine’s day” he kissed you on the lips before you take a sip and made a mess again. He laughed and laughed and laughed at your clumsiness.

“The first time this happened, you can’t get enough of me” you scoffed and removed your dress shirt exposing yourself in front of your husband.

“And nothings change since that day, I love you”

[tossawary]

Spoilers for Chapter 18 of “pride is not the word I’m looking for”. 

I really had to ask myself, “Why the HECK am I going to do with Feng Fanli’s character now?” Because I honestly considered killing her off when I first came up with the House of Rejuvenation storyline, but chose not to in the end. 

Because, it’s like, I can’t send her back to her shitty parents! And I don’t just want to leave her in Luo Jiahui’s house as a lesser version of Luo Jiahui! Her character will feel so extraneous if I do that. So... I should send her to Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, I guess. And Shang Qinghua has an existing friendship with Qi Qingqi, so I can send the traumatized girl to Xian Shu Peak! 

Except, like, I didn’t want to do the whole “fragile victim” thing. And I didn’t want to have some “poor, fragile female victim needs to be protected from all men now” thing, even an implied version. I kept thinking instead back to a thread I read on girls who were bullied by other girls (Madam Hu as the villain to her sister’s Master Gao), which felt like a more interesting direction, if only so I wasn’t repeating Luo Jiahui’s exact trauma. Which got me on the track of Luo Fanli as a more chaotic element/character to really shake up and challenge Shang Qinghua’s happy little family. 

They can’t stay happy and cutesy and always getting along all the time. They need problems to work through! To bring them closer together and feel realistic! 

Fanli and Jiahui love each other, but Jiahui is overprotective and Fanli is reckless, as though being fearless and brash will protect her. Jiahui can’t keep everyone she loves in that safe little house forever. There has to be a balance between the two of them. 

Fanli and Binghe do care for each other, but they grate on each other; Fanli is a reminder that Binghe has flaws and traits that can turn negative. Binghe is growing up. He’s going to have to deal with people he doesn’t always like. He’s going to have to set his own emotions (especially his resentment) aside. He’s going to find flaws in his own family members eventually. 

Fanli is a little bit the embodiment of the brewing unpredictability in Shang Qinghua’s life seeping into Cang Qiong Mountain Sect. She never existed in Proud Immortal Demon Way. Jiahui was a backstory character who never actually appeared in-person, but Fanli is BRAND NEW. Fanli is a completely unknown element, breaking down Shang Qinghua’s door and calling him “Da-Ge” and making herself at home in his life. Fanli goes where she wants, says what she wants, does what she wants. 

She’s had a very close brush with a bad ending! She has to live her life to the fullest now, because she knows how fragile she is and she’s decided to deal with that by acting like she’s actually a human wrecking ball. Which is a fun contrast to throw in there, when Shang Qinghua is carefully setting up all of these long-term plans, repressing all of his anger and fury at the unfairness of his life (the System, the plot, his character role, etc.). 

Plus, it’s fun to give Liu Qingge a part-time student. He needs more people. Girls on Bai Zhan Peak! Specifically, a girl who was like, “I got cursed to be a disabled grandma for several months! It filled me with lots of rage!” Having Luo Fanli as a peak-hopper will be a good way to explore the inter-Peak relationships and force the Peak Lords to interact with themselves more! She’s a symbol of Shang Qinghua’s friendships with Liu Qingge and Qi Qingqi that way! 

Also, Qi Qingqi is practically throwing books at Luo Fanli’s head (after having forced the girl to learn to read) like, “Cultivate yourself! Get some culture! Fill your empty head!” But Luo Fanli is like, “No time! No time to sit still! Can’t sit still, sorry! No time to think thoughts!” 

Jock lesbian with cooking skills who only wants to punch things. Liu Qingge and Luo Jiahui don’t need to get married and have kids; they already have Binghe and now Fanli. They’re good. 

I still don’t really know what I’m doing, but it feels like a good direction. More chaos in Shang Qinghua’s life! More! 

[alternateafterthought]

Golden Time - Part 17

> Pairing: Hybrid Jeon Jungkook x Reader

> Summary: Y/N has been rescuing and recovering hybrids her entire life. Now she has inherited her grandparent’s hybrid sanctuary. It was a normal rescue, get the hybrid, recover him and give him a choice, stay on the sanctuary or find a life for himself. Why was this one so different?

> Genre: Hybrid!au, romance, smut, angst, fluff

> Warnings: Nipple play, multiple orgasms, minor biting, dirty talk, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, handjob

> Word Count: 4084

> A/N: Hey guys... here it is,,, the final part of my Jungkook hybrid fic!! I would really like to thank everyone for reading it! I also want to thank you for supporting it and liking it!! I should give a special shout out to @ariana-winchester95 and @haven-raven012591 especially for being beta readers and for helping me come up with ideas and even helping me to write some parts of it!! Seriously you two are massive reasons I even finished this fic!! I really hope you enjoy this last part!! Thank you so much for your support!!

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Welcoming Jungkook’s parents’ home was one thing. Making out on the kitchen counter with Jungkook and having his parents walk in was another. Honestly, one doesn’t belong with the other and truthfully, Y/N would never have stopped Jungkook from taking her on the kitchen counter. Though out of respect for his parents, Y/N could control herself.

She didn’t know about Jungkook though.

A week after his parents had come to live with them, Jungkook had become so much more. Touchier, his hands constantly on Y/N, holding her to him, rubbing his chin and face over any inch of her he could touch. The quicker circles he made around Y/N had almost tripled since she had gotten home form the hospital, even his parents commented on it.

Well his mother had commented on it, given Y/N advice, even asked Y/N if it would be a good idea for herself and his father to give them some privacy.

“Y/N,” Jungkook’s mother spoke softly while they both stood in the kitchen cooking, Jungkook and his father in the living room out of ear shot.

“Yes ma’am?” Y/N stopped cutting vegetables as she looked at her.

“Please Y/N, you don’t have to call me ma’am.” She smiled like only a mother can before bumping her hip softly against Y/N. “Call me, Mum, Mama, or anything else please.”

Y/N still wasn’t exactly used to it. Jungkook’s mother and father had completely welcomed her into their little family, claiming her as their daughter who was mated to their son. They proudly called her their daughter to anyone they met, they were a real family, a family Y/N loves.

“I was wondering if I could ask you something?”

“Of course, you can.” Y/N nodded with a small smile.

“You and Jungkook, you have not fully mated yet. Why is that?” Jungkook’s mother asked as Y/N just stared at her. “I only asked because from what I’ve seen of you two, you are practically mated. You just have not started to have kit’s yet.”

“We…” Y/N looked over to where Jungkook sat, happily talking to his father about whatever they were watching on the tv. “By the time we both agreed to this… relationship, everything got bad. I was… we just never had the time to mate.”

“And now? Do you still want to mate with my son?”  

That was the question. And an easily answered question at that.

“I love your son.” Y/N looked back to the woman who smiled widely at her. “And I want to be with him, in any way he wants.”

“I know that sometimes when a human is with a hybrid they like to be married,” She pointed over towards the men who continued to talk. “Jungkook’s father wanted to be married, wanted to make it officially because he didn’t want anyone to treat me any less then what I was, his mate. Is that something you want? To marry Jungkook?”

That caught Y/N off guard. She had never really thought of marriage or the likes of it. Y/N knew that hybrids didn’t marry officially, once mated hybrids were as good as married. So, it never occurred to Y/N to actually be married to Jungkook.

“I… I never thought to…” Y/N stuttered a little over her words.

“It’s okay. Jungkook loves you. And he will happily give you anything you want.”

Before Y/N could say anything back, Jungkook came bounding into the kitchen quickly wrapping his arms around Y/N. The massive smile on his face was contagious, his parent’s happy that their son was safe and had found someone to love and love him back.

Though as dinner cooked, Jungkook’s arms stayed on Y/N, even as they all sat down to eat.

No more then a week later, Y/N had counted down the days, Jungkook took Y/N by the hand and lead her and his parents to a small cottage. It was down the path they took to the Astor’s, who joined as they walked, and a little smaller but just right. It was perfect and Jungkook was so proud to show his mate and his parents, that he could look after them, he could look after her.

Holding his hand outstretched towards his parents, Jungkook offered a small key with a wide bunny smile; “Welcome home.”

Y/N’s own eyes were wide, her heart swelled with pride seeing that her Jungkook, her mate, had given his own parents a true home. Y/N’s eyes never left Jungkook as he stood proudly and watched his parents move into the home, even if the tears threatened to spill. It was hard to believe that such a kind and caring man was once treated worse than an animal.

“You built them a home?” Y/N’s small voice asked Jungkook as the both of them stood by themselves at the door, watching Jungkook’s parents and grandparents.

“My Grandpa helped. It took a few months, but I had started it before everything happened.” Jungkook didn’t like to talk about it, didn’t like to think about Y/N not being where she was, beside him. “Yoongi and Hoseok helped whenever they could and Jimin and Taehyung would always be here helping when they would be here. I just… I wanted to do something for them. I wanted to show you that I can take care of you… if you’d let me…”

Y/N just smiled, before moving closer to him, standing up on her toes to softly press her lips to his. Although Jungkook had other plans to deepen the kiss, Y/N pulled back with a small laugh, reminding him they had company. He pouted, pulling her closer to him as he wrapped his arms around her waist and walked her around the house with his family.

Jin had visited 2 days ago and made a small passing comment. Something small. Something that could turn good or bad.

“So… Jungkook…” Jin smirked as he leaned against the counter. “His body seems to have completely relaxed into his environment. His heat will come soon. Have fun.”

Y/N had all but thrown him out of the house as he winked. He couldn’t help but laugh as Y/N cursed him out. It wasn’t that she was afraid of mating with Jungkook. She just didn’t like that he knew they would.

It also didn’t help when she went to visit Yoongi and Hoseok, both of them backing away before hugging her. Neither of them stood close to her and Y/N finally asked them why.

“We wouldn’t say you’ve been claimed… you haven’t mated yet.” Yoongi looked Y/N over.

“You just… you stink of that bunny and he is very territorial.” Hoseok laughed as Y/N sat at the counter. “Wouldn’t want to have him on our tail for trying to move in on you.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at that, because if Jungkook was one thing, it was territorial. And if Y/N was completely honest with herself, she kinda liked it.

But she was becoming concern for the hybrid now. He wasn’t sleeping much, wasn’t eating enough, his temperature always running a few degrees too warm. Y/N would have thought he was sick if it wasn’t for the fact that every chance he got, Jungkook would wrap Y/N into his arms. He was scenting anything, including Y/N, around him when he got the chance, he was even more territorial then he normal was, he could even pass for aggressive.

The final deciding factor that Jungkook was in fact experiencing his heat for the first time to the full extent, was how Jungkook would unconsciously gnaw on objects. Y/N knew the signs, and she had offered Jungkook the possibility of heat suppressants. They had done the adult thing and talked about his heat, no matter how embarrassed Jungkook had gotten, and he had made the decision that he didn’t want them.

Y/N would have never throw that back in his face, giving him the love and reassurance that she would be there to help him. It was that step in any relationship with a hybrid that would be where a human would have to come to terms with a soulmate. It was something that was all or nothing, and Y/N knew that Jungkook was her end game.

Y/N was woken up in bed, she was too hot, there was a thin layer of sweat on her skin, which confused her. Although it was summer, the AC was on and it was cool in her room, though the furnace wrapped around her was making her sweat.

Jungkook’s own skin was burning hot, it was uncomfortable for her to touch him, but he was adamant of holding her. Actually, with the whimpers and soft sighs leaving his lips and his hips grinding against her ass, his fingers digging into her skin, holding her in place as he continued to move.

“Jungkook…” Y/N tried to turn around to face him, trying to wake him up. “Jungkook, wake up…”

“Y/N… don’t… don’t st-“ Jungkook’s own mumbling was cut off by him groaning into her ear, his warm breath on her skin.

“Jungkook, wake up.” Y/N pushed him harder this time, successfully waking him up as he blinked to try and see in the dark. “Are you okay?”

“Hurts…” Jungkook breathed heavily, pushing his head into Y/N, the movement of his body never once stopping. “Help… please…”

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Y/N  whispered over her shoulder, guiding Jungkook’s slightly trembling hands to help remove the almost soaked thin shirt she wore. “Let me help you Jungkook.”

Jungkook almost clawed Y/N’s shirt off, slightly ripping it as he finally got it off before throwing it somewhere in the dark room. Neither of them saw where, but that wasn’t either of their concern right now. What was Jungkook’s concern was tearing off what little both he and Y/N wore in the summer night, needing to feel every inch of her skin against his own.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

“Why are you apologising?” Y/N softly asked as her eyes caught his over her shoulder, her arm coming up to push his fallen hair out of his eyes.

“I wanted this to be… I didn’t want the first time I made love to you to be because I’m in the middle of a crazed heat episode.” Jungkook panted slightly, the heat, the pain becoming almost too much.

“Have we done anything in the right order?”

“I just wish…”

“Shh, Jungkook, it’s okay.” Y/N reassured him, leaning over her shoulder to kiss Jungkook, her hand wrapped around his neck and threading her fingers through his hair. “I love you.” Y/N whispered against his lips.

One of Jungkook’s large and sweaty rough hands moved up against Y/N’s soft skin before cupping her left breast. His fingertips softly pulling her erect nipple, causing Y/N to moan into his mouth, before his nudged her over.

Jungkook’s instincts took over, he was a buck in heat and a healthy doe was under him, wanting to please him. Jungkook moved Y/N up to her hands and knees, positioning himself behind her as his hand moved from her breast to steady himself. Taking a few, much needed deep breaths to calm himself down, Jungkook leaned down, softly leaving a trail of kisses up Y/N’s spine before kissing her shoulder a few times.

“I won’t last long.” Jungkook whispered into Y/N’s ear. “I’m sorry.”

“If you apologise one more time, I won’t go easy on you, Jeon Jungkook.” Y/N smirked over her shoulder.

“Easy on me?” Jungkook’s husky voice spoke as one of his hands moved down, his finger running along her slit. “Are you sure you should be threatening me right now?”

Y/N happily sighed, pushing her head into the pillow as Jungkook rubbed agonisingly slow circles on her clit.

“If you apologise one more time, I won’t go easy on you, Jeon Jungkook.” Y/N smirked over her shoulder.

“easy on me?’ Jungkook’s husky voice spoke as one of his hands moved down, lightly running over the soft skin of her stomach, before coming into contact with her slit. “Are you sure you should be threatening me right now?”

Y/N happily sighed, letting her head fall comfortably onto the pillow as Jungkook rubbed agonisingly slow circles on her clit, the other tracing circles on the flesh of her ass. She ran a hand up and down Jungkook’s arm, reassuring him. Breathy gasps fell from her lips with each circle, her need for him escalating, pushing her back to get more friction.

“Not so threatening now, are you?’ His lips grazing her ear as he spoke.

“Jungkook, please.” Her voice came out more desperate than she wanted, but she didn’t care.

“Please, what? What would you like me to do?” Jungkook asked in between leaving open mouthed kiss upon her shoulder.

“Mate me, make me yours.” She opened her eyes, not knowing she had closed them, her gaze caught Jungkook’s, his own eyes glazed over with lust and need. Letting out a deep growl, Jungkook leaned back.

“Are you sure?” Jungkook softly basked.

“Never been surer about anything, now make me yours.”

In one swift movement, Jungkook grabbed his cock, lined up with Y/N’s entrance and slowly started pushing in. A sharp gasp left Y/N’s mouth as she tightly clutched the sheets in her hands at the feeling of Jungkook’s cock stretching her deliciously. Jungkook’s closed his eyes tightly, forcing himself to hold back, just a while longer. The feeling of Y’N’s pussy, warm and welcoming, nearly becoming to much for him. He stilled for a moment once his cock was completely sheathed inside Y/N, allowing her to adjust to his size.

“Jungkook, move, please.” Y/N pleaded, her voice strained, and laced with desperation.

Jungkook slowly pulled out of her pussy, leaving just the head of his cock inside her, before pushing back in. His hands gripped her hips, breathless moans fell from lips with each slow thrust.

“I can tell you’re holding back, it’s okay. I’ll be okay,” Y/N reassured the bunny, “let go.”

Upon hearing those two words, Jungkook’s grip tightened as his pace became more forceful.  His floppy ears hitting his cheeks with each hard thrust of his hips. Louds moans roamed through the air as both of their highs became more apparent. The sound of skin slapping skin also filled the air around them.

“Jungkook, I’m close.” Y/N spoke, her voice hoarse, back arching.

Jungkook let a hand travel from her hip to her clit, rubbing harsh circles in time with his rapid thrusts. Her moans fell more frequently now, shifting her head from side to side on the pillow as she felt her orgasm building rapidly, threatening to burst.  Y/N started moving her hips back and forth helping to bring forth their orgasms.

“Cum for me.” Jungkook growled, his own high almost reaching breaking point, needing her to cum first to set him off. With a silent scream, the levy broke, and she came around him, milking him for all he’s worth.

“Come on, Jungkook. Cum in me, fill me up with your cum.” Those words went straight to his cock, he stilled as he came in her, coating her walls in white.

They stayed like that for a few moments, before he pulled out of Y/N. He helped her onto her back, before lying next to her, catching their breath, and coming back to earth. Jungkook moved to lean on his arm, looking at Y/N.

“I’m sorry that was quick, I wanted to take my time but,” Jungkook started, letting his gaze fall to her shoulder. She brought a hand up, cupping his cheek.

“It’s okay, stop apologising, we have all the time in the world now.” Y/N spoke leaning up to press a lingering kiss upon Jungkook’s lips.

“I want to make it up to you.” He said, lifting his gaze back up to Y/N’s.

Jungkook moved his body to hover over Y/N’s, One of Jungkook’s hands brushed Y/N’s hair out of her eyes before running over the smooth skin of her cheek. Slowly, he leaned down, nose touching hers as he paused for moment before Y/N placed a hand on the back of his neck and bringing him down into a searing kiss herself. Supporting himself on one arm, Jungkook trailed his hand over her skin, cupping her left breast and kneading gently, enticing a moan from the back of her throat. Taking advantage of his, Jungkook let his tongue slip past her swollen lips, exploring her mouth.

The fight for dominance easily won, Jungkook smirked into the kiss before breaking away and letting Y/N catch her breath. His lips left a lingering spark as they travelled along her jaw and to her neck. Y/N let out a small gasp as Jungkook started sucking on the sensitive spot just under her ear. Once satisfied with the purple mark, Jungkook travelled further down. Reaching her breasts, Jungkook looked up at Y/N through his lashes, before sucking a nipple into his mouth. Threading both hands through his  dark hair, Y/N held him closer to her. Y/N’s back arched off the mattress, relishing in the feeling of Jungkook’s mouth and hands on her.

“Jungkook.” Y/N chanted his name like a prayer.

Jungkook let her nipple go with a pop, before giving the same attention to the other. His tongue traced around Y/N’s nipple, maintaining eye contact with Y/N, before wrapping his lips around the small bud.  Y/N then let her head fall back onto the pillow, eyes screwed shut and mouth open in a perfect ‘o’. After a few moments, Jungkook continued his journey down south. Leaving burning kisses upon her stomach, teeth nipping at her hip bones, before grazing his lips over her thighs.

Leaning back, Jungkook placed his hands on her knees, pushing them apart, the cool air hitting Y/N’s pussy caused her to shiver. Jungkook took his time memorising her, his eyes taking in every detail, each scar and freckle, to the various pinks of her nipples and pussy. Y/N’s first instinct was to close her legs, but the strength behind his hands stopped her from doing so.

“Don’t. You’re beautiful.” Jungkook whispered, letting his gaze rake over her body one more time before he moved himself to laying on the mattress. Catching Y/N’s gaze once more, Jungkook inched closer towards her heat. Letting his tongue to pass between his lips, licking from Y/N’s entrance to her clit, catching the juices from their actions prior. “We taste amazing together.”

Jungkook hummed in approval, then ran the flat of his tongue up her slit. Y/N’s hands clutched at the sheets either side of her, pressing her head into the pillow as her back arched off the mattress. Jungkook’s hands travelled underneath her thighs, resting them on her stomach, with her thighs now placed on his shoulders. Humming, Jungkook grazed his teeth over her clit, feeling Y/N shiver around him, before wrapping his lips around the bundle if nerves and sucking harshly. Y/N screamed out at his action; her clit still sensitive after her first orgasm.

Jungkook’s mouth travelled downwards to her entrance, his tongue probing the hole. Y/N’s hands flew to Jungkook’s hair, wrapping her fingers around the strands, as his tongue entered her pussy. Y/N’s hands pulled on his hair as his fingers started rubbing circles on her clit, as he set a slow pace of thrusting his tongue inside her dripping pussy. The sound of his name falling from Y/N’s mouth caused Jungkook to hum against her in satisfaction, the action causing her hips to move against his mouth. Jungkook’s actions sped up upon feeling Y/N’s fingertips graze over his floppy ears, a deep growl rumbling through his chest and vibrating  on her pussy.

“Do that again.” Jungkook’s deep, husky voice graced Y/N’s hearing. “Touch my ears again. Please.”

He didn’t mean for his words to sound needy, but he needed Y/N to touch them. Lifting her hand up, Y/N lightly touched Jungkook’s left ear, running her fingertips over the soft fur. Low moans fell from Jungkook’s mouth, his leg starting to shake. Y/N could feel her second orgasm approaching, with each circle of his fingers, each thrust of his tongue and each sound Jungkook makes vibrating on her, the band in the pit of stomach snapped. Jungkook removed his tongue and replaced it with two of his long fingers, helping Y/N through her high.

Jungkook crawled up Y/N’s body, eyes filled with a primal lust. He pressed his forehead against Y/N’s as her hand travelled down, lightly ghosting over his skin, drawing goose bumps to rise until her fingers came in contact with his hard cock. Jungkook hissed at the contact and screwed his eyes shut, breathing rapidly. Y/N completely wrapped her hand around his cock and started to slowly pump him. Jungkook started to move his hips in time with Y/N’s hand, spasming with she ran her thumb over his tip. A hand caught her wrist, stopping her movements.

“Keep it up, and I’ll cum, but I want to cum in you.” Jungkook rasped as he pinned her hands to the mattress.

Using one hand to hold her wrists, Jungkook used his other to grasp his cock and ran along Y/N’s slit, teasing her before slowly pushing the tip inside her still tight hole.

“You’re still so tight for me.” Jungkook mused “Even after everything I’ve just done to you.”

“Kook, please.” Y/N pleaded, needing more.

“Patience. I want to savour this.”

Jungkook slowly pushed in further, until he was completely sheathed inside Y/N, pausing a movement to memorise the feeling. Jungkook leaned down and captured Y/N’s lips with his, pouring his heart and soul into kiss and started setting a nice, slow, and deep pace. Slowly pulling out so only his tip is inside Y/N, and then forcefully pushing back in, so she can feel him deep inside. The two moaned into each other’s mouths, tongues caressing one another and hands roaming over sweaty skin.

“Faster, Jungkook.” Y/N mulled into Jungkook’s mouth.

His hips moved faster upon her request; Jungkook broke away from kiss tor drop his head in the crock of Y/N’s neck., biting her shoulder to mask his moans. A large, rough hand filtered over her side to her clit, rubbing harsh circles. High pitched moans fell from Y/N mouth, a third high approaching.

“I’m close.” Y/N breathed, clenching her fists.

“Me too.” Jungkook whispered.

Y/N’s pussy clenching around his cock driving him mad, he thrusted his hips faster, chasing his high. Jungkook let go of her hands, threading his fingers through her hair and pulling her head to the side, sucking little love bites on the tender skin of her neck. Y/N’s hands flew straight to Jungkook’s back, racking her nails up and down along his spine. Her third orgasm hit her hard when Jungkook pinched her clit, walls clenching tightly around him as she came. Not long after, Jungkook’s thrusts became sloppy and sporadic. Y/N kept clenching her pussy, milking him, she let a hand move up to his ears and massaging the base of them.

Jungkook came with the deepest growl before collapsing atop of Y/N, both completely spent. After catching their breath, Jungkook pulled out of Y/N and rolled off the bed, stretching before walking into the bathroom. Returning with a wet cloth, he cleaned up Y/N of their mess. Tossing the cloth into washing basket, he moved to lay down next to his mate. His arms pulling her to his body, one leg thrown over hers, one of her hands threading through his hair.

“That was,” Y/N started breathlessly.

“Amazing.” Jungkook finished, just a breathless.

Soon, the room became quiet, their breathing finally back to normal as they seemed to be drifting off. Y/N took a quick glance at the clock next to her, telling her just how late it was, 4am and soon the sun was going to rise. As she was going to fall asleep, she could feel Jungkook moving again.

“Jungkook… how long do rabbit heats last again?” Y/N whispered as Jungkook was waking up fully again.

“A week…” Jungkook laughed a little, moving on top of Y/N again. “Give or take.”

It was a week before either of them resurfaced, it was never bought up or questioned. And after a week Y/N had a lot of work to get back to, rescuing hybrids and truly becoming a part of Jungkook’s family.

The reality of Y/N’s world was this was normal. Normal for her to be here, under these circumstances, happily. In love and happy.

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Adrien ‘Amok’ Agreste: A dark theory/prompt

I believe that there is something more to Emilie Agreste's coma. I believe that there is something more to the broken peacock pin. I believe that the Adrien Agreste that we know and love is an amok. And that he has been for a very long time. In fact, I believe that the original Adrien Agreste is dead, and has been for many many years.

Why do I believe this? Simple, I believe that when the show tells me that THE wish Gabriel so desires would have consequences that they aren't just saying the wish has consequences but rather that all magic may have consequences. Wielding the power of the gods must surely come with a price to pay. And I believe Emilie Agreste paid that price with her very life. All so that 'Adrien' could become real. Now I base this on the fact that the wish would have consequences but also on what I can see in the show. Marinette has terrible luck, her gifts always backfire, her best-laid plans blow up in her face, sure she has a loving family but even they think she's so clumsy that they don't fully trust her. I believe that Tikki is eating Marinette's luck. What about Plagg and Adrien? Well if I'm correct then I'm not sure how Amok Adrien wielding a miraculous could work but id easily argue that Adrien has a tendency to destroy that which is most important to him, we have all seen the other timelines, after all.

But enough about that. Let's get to the meat of the topic. Emilie Agreste and a certain peacock brooch. I don't think Emilie simply collapsed from a broken pin [though I do believe it is what was making Nathalie sick.] I think the pin was once completely fine, unbroken, and fully functional. And I think Emilie Agreste was used to using it, bringing toys to life for young Adrien's entertainment! In order to pay her price, Duusu would take just a bit of Emilie's life force not enough to impact the woman's life much, but she'd be tired at the end of the day, too exhausted to do much of anything physically. But I think she was friends Duusu, and loved hearing and seeing Adrien laugh and play amazed by his mother's magic!

And then Adrien Agreste died. And in order to bring him back, I believe Emilie broke the rules of the peacock, she defied the temporary nature of the magic and in-exchange for her very own life she gave birth for a second time to Adrien, an amok with the true soul of a human. Of course, this sucked out Emilie's own life leaving her an empty shell, and as for Duusu and the miraculous? After having its magic so violated it broke and went dormant, waiting for the day that Mayura would appear. Only because the miraculous was still broken it began sapping away more of the woman's health than it would have otherwise had it been whole.

I believe Gabriel knew of the Miraculous and what they could do but never thought much of it until it was too late. I think Emilie kept what she did, a secret a dark, and when Gabriel found her unconscious that the broken pin was his only clue leading him to believe that it was his mistake allowing a strange magical artifact into his home in the first place.

Now with that explanation, I present to you my dark little prompt on how Emilie and Adrien Agreste died:

Adrien Agreste died on his 5th birthday. His father was at work until that evening, and there was no party [they had all agreed to have the party in two days when it was the weekend and everyone was free]. In order to keep Adrien entertained and make his birthday extra special Emilie had transformed using Duusu and was using her powers to bring to life Adrien's toys. It wasn't the first time she'd done this but she kept the occurrences rare, a special treat, and a special secret that they were NEVER to tell Daddy about! Adrien was good at keeping secrets and loved playing with the 'friends' his mother would make him. She'd reenact fairytales for him she'd chase him around. It was special it was fun, it was everything Emilie ever wanted.

And then something went wrong.

Maybe Adrien slipped and fell, maybe he was reckless and hid in a dangerous spot without knowing, maybe when they stopped for lunch he ate something he was allergic to. All you need to know is Adrien Agreste died on that day, his mother screaming and crying and begging for everything to just be a bad dream. She NEEDED it to be a bad dream. Adrien was her life, her soul, her reason for being. She did not want another child she wanted HER child her precious perfect baby boy! And then perhaps it was something Duusu said, perhaps the idea came over her like a possession. But in that moment despite Duusu's pleading, despite knowing the risks, despite the fact that reality was staring her in the face. She transformed and called for every ounce of magic she had and she commanded the miraculous to bend to her will twisting and breaking the magic and its laws. And when the feather sunk into Adrien's lifeless corpse it jolted and twitched and was overcome. And suddenly there he was! Her bouncing perfect happy baby boy! He jumped into his mama's arms and she laughed and twirled him holding him closer to herself. She had FIXED him, everything was okay now. That night Gabriel returned trying in vain to hide a massive teddy bear behind his back. He laughed and smiled when Adrien his 'son' ran up to greet him and cling to his legs. He never noticed how tired Emilie looked.

But unknown to her the smallest crack had appeared in the miraculous. And it would only grow.

Adrien was fragile. As she would come to learn. Two days after the day he died they were all celebrating at the boy's late birthday party, Chloe, Felix and Adrien were playing. Chasing each other around and having fun while only Emilie looked after them, Gabriel was inside away from the children catching up with Audrey, Andre, and Amelie's husband. Amelie her sister had gone to get them drinks saying she'd be right back. And then Adrien tripped on his untied shoelace and hit his head. And then he didn't get up. His body twitched and shook, Chloe screamed and ran inside, while Felix tripped and fell to the ground unable to tear his eyes away while his cousin seemed to melt away revealing SOMETHING. Emilie ran to her childs side calling all of Duusu's magic into her hands. By the time Gabriel made it outside 'Adrien' was just fine with only a little scratch and a bit of blood on his perfect little head. Emilie smiled tiredly and told Audrey and her husband that Chloe had just gotten a little scared when Adrien fell and started crying. Chloe tried to deny the claim, tried to say Adrien's body had been OOZING something but her parents simply rolled their eyes and told her to stop being dramatic about a little blood. Felix meanwhile ran into his mothers arms and said he wanted to go home. The sisters shared jokes about how dramatic children could be!

Emilie thought that would be the end of it. But it would happen several times each time she would just barely be able to call on the magic to keep Adrien together, and each time she was very VERY lucky that Gabriel had missed it. But it was clear to Emilie that Adrien was too fragile for school, she needed to keep her child home where she could keep him safe and sound. And so when it came time for Adrien's annual check up Emilie volunteered to take him alone after all Gabriel was a busy man he needed to focus on work right now, so that one day Adrien could inherit the company! The doctor she chose looked perfect on paper, but all it took was a little cash to convince the man that Adrien was a sickly weak child who's health would suffer if he were to attend public school. When Emilie returned home with the bad news her husband was concerned un-sure if they shouldn't perhaps try to get a second opinion after all Adrien seemed fine! He was such an energetic happy boy! Emilie felt guilt gnaw at her insides as for the next month she distracted her husband with excuses and lies, finally he saw it her way and told Adrien himself that they would have to break their promise he would not be going to public school. Adrien threw tantrum but Emilie ended it easily. Adrien was always SO well behaved for her, he always listened to EVERYTHING she said. Her perfect baby boy, who was going to be safe now, safe and home.

As the years wore on Emilie grew weaker, unknown to her the miraculous she wore had gained cracks and fissures another one for each and everytime she defied the laws of nature to keep her 'perfect' child alive and well. Duusu had tried many times over the years to make the woman see reason until finally she grew tired of the arguing and commanded the little god to stay quiet and listen to her every word. Duusu had no choice but to nod and continue watching as Emilie destroyed her own soul, giving her life piece by piece to the amok she called 'son'.

And Adrien? Well he was PERFECT. He grew up just like Emilie wanted, he looked just like she always thought he would as a child, he never spoke out of turn, never fought her for anything, he was polie, kind, innocent, sweet, a romantic like herself, he was like a prince from the fairytale books she used to read him every single night. He learned everything so quickly it made Emilie glow in pride. It was like Adrien had become everything she ever wanted and hoped for. Gabriel was just as proud though he sometimes admited he was envious at how Adrien seemed to listen to his mother more then he listened to his dear old dad. Emilie would just laugh and say it was because Adrien was a momma's boy and that it would change when he got older. But she honestly hoped it never did. After all her son was perfect the way he was now! And who wouldn't want a perfect son?

And then it was his birthday again.

Just like all those many years ago, Gabriel was busy with work. It was just her and Adrien yet again. They plaid piano, they watched her movie, they read books together, it was perfect just perfect. And then... It wasn't.

The second time Adrien died. Nothing went wrong. He got up to get his mother a cup of tea and then he was on the floor. Emilie ran to his side and called for the magic to keep him sustained like she had every single time before for so many years. But the miraculous glitched and sputtered too broken to listen to the command. Emilie was forced to watch as her now teenage son, her perfect wonderful flawless son, dissolved away. Until the only thing that remained was the body of a 5 year old taken too soon from the cold cruel world. He hadn't changed at all. Still like she saw him all those years ago. Still dead.

And for the first time ever Emilie allowed herself to weep and allowed reality to break into her perfect wonderful life. Adrien was dead. He'd been dead this whole time, the boy she raised the boy she loved he was a being of her own making. A creature she had burdened with all her hopes and dreams a creature she had shaped into a perfect ideal son. But Adrien... Her Adrien. He hadn't been a perfect child. He'd been reckless, he'd been overdramatic, he threw tantrums, he pouted and wailed and was naive, sometimes he just would not listen to her. And when he'd died she had not only refused to accept his death, but she'd refused to acknowledge who he actually was. The Adrien she'd been raising was a pretty lie, a perfect painting covering a rotting canvas. So she cried and screamed and wailed. She mourned her child, the real and the fake. She mourned her marriage had Gabriel even noticed how sick and weak she was? She mourned for the years she would not have and the things she would not see.

And Duusu. Duusu who had tried to warn the woman, Duusu who had been her dearest friend once upon a time, Duusu who already knew what she was going to do, Duusu who felt tired his body aching as his miraculous broke more with each act of twisted magic, Duusu who laid his little paw on Emilie's cheek and cried his own tears and gave the woman a solemn nod.

Just once more Emilie called for the magic and just once more she twisted it and broke it and shaped it. But this time she let go, she let go of all restraint, this time she let go of her own soul, this time she let go of who she wanted Adrien to be and instead remembered who he WAS. This time, this very last time she would for the third time gave birth to another life. The first had been Adrien, the second had been what she wanted him to be, and this last time he would be who he wanted to be. The feather again sunk into the childs body.

When Adrien awoke his head lay on his mothers lap. She looked pale and tired, had she always looked this tired? She smiled a weak and frail little smile and told him he'd fallen asleep. That night Gabriel came home with a gift hidden behind his back for Adrien. And he remarked that Emilie looked like she needed some rest while Adrien tore open his present. Emilie just smiled and said she would get some later, she wanted to spend time with her family tonight and take in every last second she could.

Perhaps it was the universes blessing that gave Emilie a little more time with her son. Or perhaps she'd been a little selfish in the end and made sure she had enough life left over so she could bask in the warmth of her sunshine one last time. But in the end she broke the laws of the universe and magic, and she had a price to pay. But she was happy now, so happy, Adrien even if he was made from her energy, a feather and some magic, was real now, he was free, and he would grow up and live his own life, maybe have his own children. She would never see them but she would love them through Adrien. It was with that thought that Emilie finally fell asleep.

Gabriel would never know what truly happened to his wife. Duusu would never tell him, the poor man would blame himself, and magic, yet he'd seek it out same as his wife had so he could cling to the past. And Adrien? Well Adrien was dead. But he was also alive, and for the first time in years he was free. But now he had to figure out what that meant.

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• ROHAN WASTI•

IG info/bio: @/niceguyroasti | 175k followers | Just here for a bit of fun 🤹🏽‍♂️! They don’t call me the brown handstand king for nuthin, mate 🎪🤸🏽‍♂️

(23) 25 (26) years old

From Wolverhampton, England

Before you ask...no he’s never met Liam Payne but Rohan’s sure he’s a great lad. (He was asked this question in one of his lives, he secretly thinks it was talia from one of her secret burner stan accounts lol) He’s got a nice tune with a boogie w da hoodie that he likes??

Anyways...he’s of Pakistani heritage

His mother used to work for a printing press company until she along with 15 other employees were laid off back in Sargodha

She was out of work for months becoming a stay at home mom (which his father initially wanted) 

While his father continued in ironwork

They uprooted their family to the uk two years later after Rohan’s father also got laid off

Rohan was about 7 years old when they moved to Wolverhampton

he picked up on the English language faster than his parents

Always a quick learner

He has two younger brothers

Who are really his cousins/friends of the family that his parents brought home from Pakistan after their parents passed in a tragic accident

he was eleven years old when he met them at the airport and was super excited to have sibs! & even encouraged his mom to let him buy them something they would like sort of like a ice breaker which they seemed to appreciate 😭

His parents wanted him to major in software engineering or any form of engineering really but that quickly became a “hell no” vs “hell yeah” after those courses started to rot his brain?

So what does he do? He decides he’s gonna major in psychology instead!

That seems more of his speed? Kinda? As long as he’s not dealing with that hardware shit then that’s cool with him tbh

Psych held more of his interest since he doesn’t have a issue with the whole science aspect tied into it but it’s deff lengthy and can be draining sometimes too

He doesn’t psychoanalyze everything like our girl marisol does

marisol will be like “hmm...you’re distributing narcissistic behavior based on your superego more than your ego ya know?”

but Rohan will either think it or think nothing of it and just continue to go with the flow lol. He’s that kinda guy

Why was he majoring in this in the first place? Just to say he had the degree in something maybe?

He’s 50/50 thinking he’ll just get the degree he’s halfway there but he really wants to be part of the circus

And now has circus themed tatts that he’s proud of thank u

Always had the obsession with all that comes with the circus, he had his paternal grandfather to thank for that

His grandfather used to juggle along with other forms of entertainment but mostly juggling on the street back in Pakistan to earn $ since there were a lack of jobs

The atmosphere there also was what got him into doing handstands cause why tf not

You can absolutely guess that the acrobats, trapeze acts, and tightrope entertainers are his favorites to watch

His parents just assumed it was a hobby of his and never took him serious even tho he openly said growing up that’s something he would like to do in life

He now understands the purpose of “freak shows” even tho he can honestly say those parts of the circus used to terrify him until he learned that not everyone is the same and there should be no shame in that

He will train on the side until he finishes his degree to make his parents happy but he knows he truly belongs in the circus and that’s where he will be someday whether his parents approve or not— after all this is his life

Lives on campus and is currently looking for a flat off campus to share with a roommate or two (he thought about asking jake & Tim but decided against it FOR NOW)

Mostly had temporary and odd jobs to get by each semester, has not had a steady job due to fully being a full-time student

He’s tried to be a full time student and full time employee (working as a package delivery man) just to burn himself out and never attempted to be a part time employee. It was not something he could handle sorry

His mother spoils him...he’s a bit of a mama’s boy

When it comes to relationships, it never seems to be what he thinks it is? One moment things are going great then the next he’s in the friend zone so he’s never quite sure where he stands with his significant others?

Which is why he thinks it’s safe to always start off in the friend zone or unintentionally puts those who have interest in him in the friend zone because that’s what’s comfortable to him

however if he’s really into you & you’re showing that you’re into him but it’s causal dating or whatever u want to call it? & you up and decide to pick the other over him catching him off guard he’s gonna be in his feelings about it 100% ex.) how he picked erikah over mc the 2nd time around and felt some type of way when erikah hopped on reeses dck

he wants communication even if it’s hard

and he wants someone to love unconditionally and for them to love him back

Definitely likes to sweep his loves off their feet

Especially when he’s kissing! The whole dipping you while you kiss, hand on the small of your back, or hands gripping your waist while he’s pressed up against you. Probably likes to bend you over things or have you pressed up against objects as well—Sign me tf up

I feel like he’s always warm and his hands are surprisingly soft with how many handstands he does in a damn day

He purchases hand moisturizing gloves

can always hold his own weight

enjoys core exercises

Will carry you on his back or his shoulders if you need to see better at festivals/concerts

He’s sexually fluid

It’s canon/hinted that something went on between him & jake when mc walked in that we missed by a few seconds or even a minute but I do think he’s attracted/was to jake and it’s canon that jake is bi bby

Plus he got excited when mc suggested that he’d date jake if jake doesn’t find someone in the villa so BOOM 🤗

Always active as a kid trying to do flips and shit likes he’s doing parkour much like Bobby ending up with bruises, scrapes, and surprisingly no broken bones? Well maybe scratch that last bit out...He did crack his head open a little bit once giving his mother a heart attack but his mother doesn’t dare speak of it — haram!

Loves his sleeveless shirts and silver thick chains

Keeps a five o’clock shadow + might grow a little stubble here and there, feels like it’s part of his signature look

Won’t grow a full beard due to the racism/prejudice he witnessed his father, grandfather, uncles, and cousins go thru!

Will spend coin on some aftershave, none of that cheap shit when it comes to that! Sorry he takes pride in his facial area

probably went thru a mild case of cystic acne when puberty hit & had some insecure moments when it comes to his appearance & still has moments where it’ll hit even tho he beat it thanks to some remedies but tries his best not to let it get to him

He knows how to manage his $ but can splurge every now and then but will never showcase what he has — that’s v corny to him to be overly flashy. He’s looking at y’all @/leggy @/jasper/@/miles

Doesn’t take high quality photos of himself, it’s always zoomed in or extra zoomed in photos—yup he’s got that type of feed

Regrets putting mc in the friend zone & wishes he put more effort in making things work with erikah

But slowly learned to be happy that she’s with Reese even if he wasn’t at first. He really thought there could have been something for him & erikah

he secretly thinks their “relationship” is superficial & based off of shallowness and lust. What else do they have? Nothing that he could have given her but what’s the point in being bitter over this?

Reese is a shit stirrer that thinks he can get anything he wants because of the way he looks & if he knows outside info that he can use again you, he WILL

& erikah? He doesn’t know where her head is at majority of the time. She likes to throw rocks then acts like she didn’t mean to do it but why do it in the first place if you didn’t mean to? + she seems to lose interest fast if they don’t fit her standards besides their physical appearance...yeah Rohan caught all of that

So did she even genuinely like him or want to besides what he brought to the table physically? Who knows

He just thinks people deserve their chance at happiness and he possibly could have had it if he wasn’t standing in his own way...and he absolutely won’t stand in anyone else’s way if they don’t see potential happiness with him

He’s cool with cherry but deep down he knew there wouldn’t be anything long term between him & her after some time. She’s a beautiful/hot girl but she wasn’t his type + he didn’t like how she portrayed herself in the villa even tho she claims there was more than what meets the eye when it comes to her

she proved that to him which she didn’t HAVE to!!! outside of the house and they actually remained friends unlike the now growing distance he has with erikah

I cannoned that him and Hannah give it a go. I think they’d be cute together? She told him from the moment they met at a festival that they were now dating after they ended up holding hands but he didn’t take her seriously since she was a little drunk?

She messaged him two days later asking him when they were going on their date and that was enough for him to give it a go

They only lasted for a couple of months since they outgrew each other slowly but surely. ‘Not all things are temporary,’ he had to remind himself

It was no bad blood thankfully and they continued to be friends with him wishing her well on her new relationship with Carl. He was genuinely happy for her as he always was for his friends

Cannot cook for shit but makes the best coffee with cinnamon & cardamom

once tried to make Aloo Chaat but with a twist! With the use of Potato Skins instead! for a family dinner party and his mum almost sent him home due to the insults his father spewed at rohan trying to fool them all that it was his wife who prepared such a thing

It is evident that his father only enjoys his wife’s cooking

he still makes it for himself when he’s starving despite what his father thinks

Is fluent in Urdu, English came second

Never ashamed of his culture although his father thinks he is...

His fav shows are misfits + the IT crowd and he is currently watching & enjoying truth seekers + mr. selfridge since Tim recommended it to him ofc

his fav American show is the challenge

when asked what his fav American movie is, he got dragged since ppl assumed it would be the greatest showman but he can’t take all the singing...musicals aren’t his thing sorry

But he’ll bust out a rap only if Tim & jake are around, he rarely does it alone

Even looked into producing music for fun but never took THAT seriously

closest with jake & Tim, doesn’t have much of a relationship with the other lads 🤷🏽‍♀️ but there’s no real beef with anyone he knows how to let shit go

But you’ll never catch him having a chat with Reese or following him back on ig. What they had to say to each other was already said and done so?

If erikah agrees to get engaged to Reese, he’s happy for her but cordial to him

if she doesn’t end up with Reese, he’ll be her shoulder to lean on if she needs it

his love language is physical touch with a splash of acts of service

Commonly sleeps curled up, his mum says he was like that in the womb as well—(same dude)

He’s probably a good 5’9 - 5’7 on bad days

Is he a Pisces? Idk

His signature cologne is probably Antaeus by Chanel which is described to have notes of: lemon, lime, coriander and sage w. A blend of thyme, basil and rose

Loves black pepper, specifically garlic, onion, black pepper, and sea salt all mixed together

has a vitiligo spot on the right side of his lower spine that is commonly covered with the waistband of whatever bottoms he has on

has a pogo stick

Wants to go skydiving next, has gone bungee jumping—which was such a adrenaline rush!!!

probably knows a few tips on how to survive in the wild or if the apocalypse hits...you can never be too sure

If he ever gets a pet he might get something like: Satanic Leaf tailed Gecko, Kinkajou, or a Pac-Man frog. He likes being different okay

he actually enjoyed season 3 despite the negative remarks made about it. It was “different” basically drama free which was a shocker knowing how production likes to take things take a shot every time ro explains his decisions/opinions as such lol

BUT he won’t go as far to say he liked it better than his season yet he did enjoy keeping up with it. He def has a crush on iona, aj, vieve, Camilo & tai

Yasmin actually joined one of his lives, which he doesn’t do too often but he couldn’t sleep one night and thought he’d give it a go. She’s quite nice & quiet but he ultimately felt calm around her + they bonded over bohemian lifestyle & his love for the circus + a little about their cultures

Long term goals? He doesn’t have a set timeline of when he wants everything to happen because pressure is not fun

but he wants to be in love and loved back, wants to be married, wants to have kids, wants to try out the circus for awhile and if that doesn’t work out he can always fall back on his psych degree—he just wants to be happy and share that with someone, that’s one of the biggest adventures he can possibly have

His anthem = Blxst, “No Love Lost”