#so thank u for letting me elaborate as always with this!!!!

[mylovesstuffs]

Ot13 and what scares them about love

Request: Hey can u do a headcanon ot13: what scares them about being in love.. or love in general? (Like not being enough, losing control, potential heartbreak… smth like that) thanks a lot:)))

A/N: I added the little bullet notes under each member’s part just in case any of you have similar fears—so that you can be reassured that there’s nothing to be afraid of. Personally, I struggle with the fear of being hard to love. It’s something deeply ingrained in me, though I won’t elaborate further. I just wanted you all to feel a little better. At the end of the day, these notes aren’t really for the members (as if they'll see this lol)—they’re for you. This headcanon (sorta) felt surprisingly personal, and writing it made me reflect on so many things about life and love in general. To the anon who requested this, thank you. Your idea was truly unique, and it gave me a space to pause, think, and see things from a different perspective of svt and others.

This is my personal opinion and perspective. It may not accurately reflect their real-life personalities or behaviors.

Seungcheol – The Fear of Failing as a Partner

How I see him is that, he carries a deep sense of responsibility, and that extends to love too. His biggest fear is not being able to protect or take care of his partner the way he wants to. He worries about not being emotionally available or strong enough when they need him most. The idea of letting someone down, especially someone he loves, weighs heavily on him.

Seungcheol, you’re doing your absolute best, and that’s more than enough. Your love is a safe space, and no one could ever doubt the strength you bring to those around you.

Jeonghan – The Fear of Losing Himself

Love is beautiful, but it’s also consuming. Jeonghan fears that being in love might make him lose parts of himself—his independence, his ability to make rational choices, or even his sense of control. He’s afraid of how much power someone else could have over his emotions, especially since he’s always the one in control of his own heart.

Love doesn’t mean losing yourself. The right person will embrace all of you, allowing you to be both independent and deeply connected. You don’t have to choose between the two.

Joshua – The Fear of Unreciprocated Effort

I feel like he’s the type to love deeply, wholeheartedly, and unconditionally. But what scares him is the possibility of loving someone more than they love him. He fears investing everything into a relationship, only to find out that his feelings are not returned in the same way. He doesn’t want to be left wondering if he was ever truly enough.

Shua, you are more than enough. Any love you give will be returned in full measure. You’re so kind and caring, and someone who sees you for who you are will love you deeply in return.

Jun – The Fear of Being Misunderstood

Jun is a deep thinker, and his emotions often run slowly beneath the surface. He worries that no matter how much he loves someone, they might never truly understand him. He’s scared of feeling alone in a relationship, of opening up completely and still not being seen for who he truly is.

The right person will understand you in ways you never imagined. Your depth is so precious, and there are people who will cherish every part of who you are.

Hoshi – The Fear of Love Fading

Love, to him, should always be full of passion and excitement. But he fears that over time, feelings might dull, routines might set in, and the relationship could become something ordinary. He wants love to always feel exhilarating, and the thought of it losing its spark terrifies him.

The most beautiful love grows even stronger with time, and the quiet moments are just as powerful as the loud ones.

Wonwoo – The Fear of Not Being Enough

Wonwoo is reserved, and deeply introspective. He worries that he won’t be able to express love in the way his partner needs. He’s afraid that his way of loving through actions rather than words, might not be enough. The idea of someone wanting more than he can give haunts him.

Wonwoo, your love is already enough. The way you care, through your actions and your presence, speaks volumes. Anyone who truly understands you will appreciate the depth of your heart.

Woozi – The Fear of Losing His Dreams for Love

As we all know, he’s very dedicated to his craft and his passion for music runs deep. While he’s capable of deep love, he fears that being in love might take away the time and energy he’s poured into his dreams. He doesn’t want to choose between love and ambition, but he’s afraid that, in the end, one might have to come before the other.

The right person will support and inspire you to keep chasing your passions while loving you in the most meaningful way.

Dokyeom – The Fear of Hurting or Disappointing Someone

Seokmin has such a big heart, and his worst fear is accidentally hurting someone he loves. He always wants to be a source of happiness, but relationships aren’t always perfect, and the thought of being the reason for someone’s pain is unbearable to him.

Kyeom, your heart is pure, and your love only brings joy to those around you. Anyone who is with you will feel lucky to have such a loving and kind soul in their life.

Mingyu – The Fear of Being Too Much

He loves intensely, and sometimes, that can feel overwhelming. Mingyu worries that his enthusiasm, his affection, and his deep emotions might be too much for someone to handle. He’s scared of loving someone with all his heart, only to be told that it’s suffocating.

Gyu :(( your love is perfect just the way it is. No one will ever think you’re too much. You are a warm, bright presence, and the right person will embrace all of that with open arms.

Minghao – The Fear of Losing Freedom

Love is beautiful (2), but Minghao values his independence. He worries about feeling trapped or restricted in a relationship, about losing the ability to chase his own passions freely. He wants to love without feeling like he has to compromise parts of himself.

The right person will love and respect your freedom while still sharing in your journey together.

Seungkwan – The Fear of Heartbreak

He loves hard, and he knows that means he has the most to lose. The thought of giving his whole heart to someone only to have it broken is terrifying. He’s scared of the kind of pain that lingers, the kind that changes a person forever.

Kwannie, your heart is strong enough to handle anything. Love will come with its ups and downs, but your ability to heal and grow will make you even stronger, and you will find a love that never breaks you.

Vernon – The Fear of Not Being Able to Express Himself

Vernon thinks deeply but doesn’t always voice everything he feels. He fears that his inability to always put his emotions into words might make his partner feel unappreciated or uncertain about his love. He doesn’t want to lose someone just because he couldn’t say the right things at the right time.

Anyone who truly cares for you will understand the depth of your feelings, even in silence. You don’t need to explain everything—you show it.

Dino – The Fear of Not Being Taken Seriously

As the youngest in svt, he’s used to being seen as playful and energetic and his partner will also know this persona just like we do. But in love, he wants to be seen as a dependable partner. He fears that no matter how much he matures, there will always be a part of him that people don’t take seriously. He doesn’t want to be seen as a ‘kid’ in love—he wants to be seen as someone who can love deeply and be a strong, steady presence in his partner’s life.

Dino, your maturity is not measured by age but by the love you give. Anyone who loves you will see the depth of your heart and appreciate the amazing, steady partner you are.

[puffcap-factory]

A crack upon the ice (Capitano x reader)

Capitano x gn!reader; bittersweet, longing, a hint of smut at the end.  

Basically, the reader used to be a Fatui, who worked closely *winkwink* with Capitano, but, circumstances forced you both to go your separate ways. And now, having been captured by a group of Fatui, you were unaware that Capitano was the one leading the group.

Words: 1.1k 

Notes:

oH My GOsh it’s been so long since I’ve updated. I just got into Natlan and hoLy MoLY Capitano O_o (please make him playable I beg of u hoyo) Even though there is currently not much info about him yet, I don’t think I can make myself wait. 

As always, please enjoy! 

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The chill in the air was starting to bite as the heavy, deliberate footsteps grew closer. With your hands bound tightly behind your back, you had little choice but to lift your head slowly to the sound. You’d expended nearly all your energy fighting off countless Fatui skirmishers, but their numbers had overwhelmed you, leading to your capture. Your gaze shifted warily toward the cave entrance as a dark, imposing figure emerged from the shadows.

“You fought well.”

Was the first thing he said. His voice was calm but deep and stern. You looked up to meet his face. His mask concealed his entire face, and the elaborate furs of his massive cape seemed to absorb the dim light of the cave. It was none other than Capitano, the first of the Fatui Harbingers.

How long had you not seen him since you last left Snezhnaya? He put down the torch on the side and crouched down on one knee, maintaining the same eye level as he quietly observed you. 

“It seemed that my soldiers were lacking in honor and skill, I’ll need to remind them of their duties,” he mused, mostly to himself. “And you, y/n, managed to hold your own despite being outnumbered. Not entirely surprising, I suppose.”

He let out a low hum as you watched him with a cautious gaze, wary of the situation. With a subtle nod, he signaled to the Fatui guards who had accompanied him to leave. His attention remained fixed on you, as he was keenly aware of your cautiousness.

“Don’t worry,” he said, his tone firm but reassuring, “I have no intention of causing you harm.”

Though you knew he wasn’t one to indulge in needless violence, this was the first time you’d encountered him since you left the organization. You couldn’t be entirely sure of his intentions, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he might be hunting you down.

Although you had to admit, a part of you couldn’t deny the nostalgia—a yearning for what you once had with him—or at least for the familiar presence he had.

He extended his arm toward you, and you flinched instinctively. Capitano’s movement halted, his broad shoulders loosening as he studied your face with a contemplative gaze. You finally gave him a reluctant nod for him to approach, his hands working slowly to release your bound wrists. The moment your arms were free, you folded them in front of yourself, seeking solace from the biting cold night as you looked up at him.

He noticed the way you shivered slightly against the chill air, your movements slow and hesitant as you slowly dragged yourself towards the flickering torchlight. With a sigh of resignation at your constant silence, Capitano removed his imposing cape and carefully draped it over your shoulders. The immediate warmth was a welcome relief, and you visibly relaxed under its embrace.

“Better?”

You nodded in response. “Thank you.”

Capitano let out a satisfied hum as he finally heard your voice.

After a brief silence, you asked. “…Are you going to drag me back to Snezhnaya?”

He looked at you for a moment, his gaze inscrutable. “No,” he said, his voice gentle. “It wouldn’t end well for you.”

 A sliver of relief flickered in your eyes. “Then… are you going to release me?”

Capitano sighed, his gaze momentarily falling to the ground before meeting yours again. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he reached up to your face, his fingers brushing your cheek with a tenderness that took you by surprise. Your eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected gesture, before relaxing at the tenderness of his touch. You didn’t pull away; instead, you leaned into slightly, feeling a warmth and familiarity that you had missed.

With a gaze that felt almost pleading, you looked up at him and gently placed your hand on his. Capitano let out a soft exhale. His hand moved slowly to your hair, his fingers gently brushing away a stray strand to tuck it behind your ear.

“I will,” he whispered, his voice low. He repeated it, almost as if he needed to convince himself just as much as he needed to reassure you, “...I will.”

His touch lingered for a moment longer before he withdrew his hand and stood up. You could sense a subtle shift; his composure seemed to reassemble, masking the brief crack in his usual restraint.

“The night is cold,” he said, his voice returning to its usual firm tone as he stood up, turning towards the entrance. “It would be better if you set out when the sun is up.”

Capitano understood your reasons for leaving the organization. He recognized the validity of your stance; your vision and the organization’s goals no longer aligned, and he, too, had his own plans to pursue. Despite this, he couldn’t deny the value of the time spent together and the connection you had shared. It was a bittersweet realization—one that spoke to a mutual regret over how circumstances had unfolded. Though duty had called for your paths to diverge, the sentiment was clear: both of you wished things could have been different. 

And now, you wanted to linger a bit longer.

“Wait.”

Capitano turned his head back toward you.

You hesitated as you clung his cape a bit tighter. “The night is long… and cold.”

If there was one thing Capitano was known for, it was his unyielding restraint and composure. However, in this particular night, that control seemed to waver. 

You stood up and moved closer to the cave wall, the flickering torchlight highlighting your figure draped in his Fatui cape. Seeing you wrapped in his garment stirred a deep reminiscence of the past. Although it had been a while since he had last seen you, it was undeniable that he had longed for you—your presence, your warmth.

He took a deep breath and moved closer, his towering presence casting a shadow over you. He studied your face, as if grappling with some internal struggle as he inhales deeply, until something within him seemed to snap.

Your breath hitched as he suddenly pressed his body against you, your back pinned against the cave wall. He lowered his head into the crook of your neck, his warm breath brushing against your ear.

His hands moved from your hips to your legs, lifting you up against the wall so that your legs wrapped around his hips. You gasped as he started pressing kisses on your neck hungrily, your hand instinctively placed onto his back of his head in response. 

“Is this what you want?” he growled against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You let out a soft whimper and nodded.

“Then try to be quiet,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “I’ll warm you up tonight.”

[hrrtshape]

I saw someone talk about your method, I was wondering if you could explain it or tell me where I can find it. Thanks u❤️❤️

so. basically, “my method” is not really a method at all. or, fine, if we’re being technical, it is, but not in the way people expect. no rituals, no rigid steps, no elaborate mental gymnastics. just a shift in perspective so fundamental it knocks the whole gameboard over. i’ve talked about it before (links below, for the archivists among you), but at its core, it’s simple:

what if you’re already there? what if you’re not trying to shift because you never actually left? what if you’re already in your dr, already in the void, and the only thing keeping you from realising it is memory, fallible, tricksterish, human memory?

because how would you even know? really, how? if you woke up tomorrow and had always been in your dr, wouldn’t the past just adjust itself accordingly? maybe that’s exactly what’s happening right now. maybe your mind just needs to take a step back, tilt its head, and realise it’s been seeing it wrong the whole time. maybe it just forgot.

this applies to loa too. because. how would you know? do you know for a fact that you don’t have the newest iphone right now? are you holding empirical proof? did your brain grow a pair of eyes overnight? no? oh. okay. yea.

i should've named it the fuck it we ball method. you really just have to delusion yourself through it

my own method

my method and how to let go.

more detail about my method.

[linlinmoon]

hi bub! i'm not sure if you're taking requests rn, but if you are, i'd like to request a fluffy leona kingscholar x reader fic where reader can't stop playing with leona's tail 🤭🦁

Soft Spot

🖋️: thank u for this request! reading and writing leona fics are my guilty pleasure, fun fact! riddle, leona, and malleus caught my eye the first ever time i got into twst yrs ago hihi :)) i hope u enjoy this one! i really enjoyed writing it within the day 🤍

🍰: word count: 994 words. gn! reader, fluff! leona kingscholar x reader (likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated !!)

Leona wouldn't have ever put his guard down around anyone, it's the one other important thing he learned being in the savannah. That you are vulnerable when you turn your back on someone, it's always been that way, survival of the fittest they say.

 So when you came into his life, well, it was a big change to say the least. Whenever you were around, he always had unexplainable emotions that was bubbling up inside of him. Urges that he wouldn't usually have, he knew it wasn't normal.

The feeling of wanting to know how you're hand felt in his, the way he yearned for the sensation of your hands going over his calloused ones, wanting to entangle his fingers into yours. How you would glance at him every now and then while you braid his hair for him on a lazy morning, the way your eyes moved when your gaze shifted elsewhere or how they would turn into crescents when you smiled. 

This was far from normal. Though he couldn't help but enjoy it and want more. He was wrapped around your finger. 

Lounging in the dimly lit space of his dorm where the sunlight would only seep through his room's opened blinds, he had you over to "keep him company" and didn't elaborate further. Not like he wanted or needed to anyway, unless it's just the fact that he didn't want to admit that he feels safer and comfortable when you're around. Or that he does like being around you, it wasn't lonely like it always was. You were "tolerated by him" (but of course, it's not just that.) 

You had lounged on a different seat near his bed while you spoke to him about the upcoming spelldrive tournament, asking him about how it was for the team when in preparation. 

“Just don't pull a stunt like the one you did last time. Competitiveness has it's limits too.”

“Not for me there isn't, it's just a matter of not wanting to lose, beasty. And our dorm is set on winning whether they like it or not.” He spoke, his lazy tone lingering in the air before it comes to a comfortable silence. 

Minutes would pass, the housewarden's eyes would droop a little to rest them. Ears twitching and his tail swishing around, it was a sign that he was still up and hadn't already fallen asleep on you.

Naturally due to you and Leona's difference in species, you had noticed the way his tail would swish around as he kept himself awake while doing so. It was the only other time you would see it up close, knowing him, he didn't let anyone touch or even come close to his tail. But supposedly, it was yet again different with you.

Unable to help yourself, you reach out to tamper with his tail a little. Feeling the hairs of the ends of his tail as you did so, causing him to open his eyes in curiosity of what you were doing. Your laughter rung in his ears, making his ears twitch and an amused smile tugging on the corners of his lips. As he watched you aimlessly play around, the same unexplainable feeling warms his heart again whenever he's around you. 

Following the movement of his tail aimlessly, you hadn't noticed him watching in amusement. He had kept quiet as he moved his tail around for you to follow it like you were some type of cat he was trying to lure in with a toy. It was amusing in his eyes, a soft snort escaped him as he tried to contain his laughter.

The housewarden begun to intentionally move his tail around in directions to watch your hands follow it suit. After a little while, he deliberately stops and lets you finally take his tail into your gentle grasp, not wanting to hurt him or anything. Leona's tail begins to wrap around your wrist and the entire length of your forearm before finally letting out a chuckle.

“Enjoyed yourself?”

“Well, it was fun while it lasted.”

“You're rather easy to please. You know, not everyone gets to do that with my tail.”

“Exactly, that's what makes it even more enjoyable.”

Leona glances up at you and barks out a gentle laugh before shaking his head, his eyes lingering again on your figure. Whatever this feeling was, and whatever it does to him, he does not want it to stop. He gestures a little as his grip on you by his tail ushers you forwards.

“Come here, lay with me, beasty.”

As you do so, his tail uncoils itself from your arms. His head had readjusted so it would lay on your chest with your body underneath him. 

You began to scratch his ears and card your fingers through his smooth thick locks of hair. Leona almost purred due to the sensation if he let himself give into it, maybe he would if it was any other day.

“I didn't think you were the type to like this. Though again, maybe I don't know you well enough then.”

“Maybe so.. You know, this is all new to me.. but I don't hate it.”

Sure, maybe it was because it was something other than the usual feelings of annoyance, bitterness, and hatred when it came to different aspects of his life as the second born prince or being the current housewarden of savanaclaw. But maybe, just maybe, it was simply because it was you. You and your whole being. The way you see him as not only a prince but just him, as a beastman and like any other his kind, just Leona. 

 “So.. you do like it?”

“Don't push your luck, beasty.”

His gaze adores you in so many absolute ways as he spoke. Resting his head on your chest, leaning into your touch with a hidden smile on his lips as he buries his face into you. Maybe just maybe, he'll let you make him vulnerable, just this once. 

“.. I just like having you around. i like it way more than I should.”

[isagispuzzle]

Hihi, congrats on 200 followers!! I'm a relatively new follower, and im absolutely OBSESSED with your writing (speaking of which, I apologize if I have been spam liking. I try not to but damn I really need your work injected into my brain or something)

Anyways, could I request childhood friends to lovers for your event? I don't know how or why but one day something just clicked in my brain and it's been my favorite troupe for years

thank you so much for your support!! i love it when people spam like my stuff because i just imagine someone sitting down to read what i've written, and it makes me so happy to know my writing is letting someone enjoy a few minutes of their day hehe, i hope you'll enjoy this little piece too!

itoshi rin is bad news. at least, that's what your classmates tell you in the stands of the u-20 match.

even though you've known him since he was barely a metre tall, it's the first time you've seen him like this. rin is darting across the field with crazed eyes and his tongue out, engulfed by a desperation that puts the despair he felt on the night sae came home to shame.

you can't jump to his defence this time, though. ever since you were kids, rin would smash his toys together so hard the plastic crumbled in his hands and tell you how and when he wants to die, although kids that age have barely started to think about living. so you keep your mouth shut but your heart hopeful, because despite his destructive tendencies, rin is still your friend, and deep in his eyes, you still see his seven year old self.

it's hard not to blame sae for this. you know how much rin respected his brother when they were younger, but you also know how their relationship soured, at least on rin's side of the story. you tamp down the resentment. no matter how much blame you want to throw around, it doesn't change that what rin needs is reprieve.

days later when rin hugs you at the dock, he thanks you. it's rare for a sixteen year old boy to speak so vulnerably, what's more if said teenage boy is itoshi rin, so you listen silently, lest the moment breaks.

rin doesn't elaborate further, but he hopes his heart gets through to you. he hopes you know how grateful he is for your tenderness, even when he's anything but. he hopes you continue to welcome him into your arms and trace featherlight circles on his back, and hopes you continue to come to his matches and never look away no matter what ugly side of him comes out on the field. he hopes you know how terrified he is right now, placing his heart in your palms and his neck to your blade.

it's only when rin feels your fingers in his hair that he realises he's mistaken. you've never held a knife to his pulse. instead, you give him your toys when he breaks his, you bring your friends to amplify your cheers for him in the crowd, and you're the one with your heart in his cold, calloused hands.

you've always been the salvation to his destruction, and unlike everything else he's ever laid his hands on, rin swears to never break your heart.

[rogdona]

I love the way you draw body folds and fat in general!!! It's so beautiful and diverse!!!!!!! Do you maybe have a tutorial? :33

WAHHHHHH THANK UUUUUUUUUU💕💗💖💕💗💖💕💗💖💕💗💖💕💗💖💕💗💖💕💗💖💕💗💖💕💗💖💕💗💖

i dont rlly have a tutorial since i always just wing it w my drawings JAFJSFJH most of the times i dont use references since i prioritize aesthetics over accuracy but i tend to base things off of what i see ppl look like irl, looking out the window usually gives u way more diversity than whatever the internet shows u JSDHFHDSF

best advice i can give u is give weight to the body and let the fat hang, plus learn the places where the fat usually is to have a better guide, also curved lines are ur best friend heree🙌🙌

IK ITS NOT MUCH AT ALL BUT IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT💔 if u do need me to elaborate on smth specific do tell me tho!!

[flippinpancakes64]

Hey, i love ur works. I was wondering if i could request the Cullens with a reader who’s really good with children and is also a kindergarten/elementary school teacher. Thank u💞 Hope you have a nice day

The Cullens with a Reader who’s good with Kids

I apologize ahead of time for any inaccuracies here. There are no children around me and I do not go seek them out either. Me and kids do not mix…

Anyways thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

We don’t really know how he feels about kids before the birth of Renesmee

I mean obviously he loves her, but we don’t know if that’s because he loves kids or just because she’s his daughter

Either way I feel like he would be good with them

He would love to come help you with your students anytime you want him to

He loves setting up little games for them to play and reading to them

And he loves how good you are with kids

It just makes him go crazy

And then he gets stuck in that spot of wanting a kid with you. It not wanting to put you through what Bella went through

But that’s a whole different topic

He does have a moment of self doubt

He thinks you should be with someone who is alive and who could give you kids (if you want them)

Not someone who’s dead and could only hurt you

But he does get over himself

Eventually

Until then he helps you in your classes

All of your students love him btw

Alice:

You know those videos on tiktok of elementary school teachers going all out decorating their classrooms?

Alice is making you do that whether you want to or not

She’s buying all of the streamers, decorations, and posters she can find

She has so much fun with it

And she LOVES to dress you up in colorful outfits

If you’re a man or a woman or anything in between it doesn’t matter

Cause you are gonna wear this rainbow sweater no matter what

And I have a feeling she’s really good with kids too

She’s never had a really strong desire to have any, but she loves to hang out with them when they’re around

She helps out in your classroom as much as she can

And if that help is just making sure your streamers are up to fire code… who’s keeping track anyway

Jasper:

This man is scared of kids

There was one time where he was just walking through a park with Alice and a kid tripped and scraped his knee

He almost went ballistic

Kids are so unpredictable and such a danger to themselves and other kids

Way too prone to bleeding for him to be comfortable

So he’s always on edge around them

Not to mention he’s always awkward

He doesn’t know what to talk about

He was in your room once and a kid was trying to play with him and he just… sat there

Bro is lost

Tried talking about the weather to one of your kids once too

It’s best to keep him away

He’s more than willing to help decorate your room though

And grade tests if you’re getting a bit swamped

It’s just in everyone’s best interest if he’s only in your classroom after hours

Rosalie:

Do I even need to elaborate

She is THE woman for the job

We all know she loves kids, and if what we saw of her with Renesmee proves anything, she’s great with them too

So this is literally the perfect arrangement

She loves kids

She’s not able to be around kids often

You show up

You are literally an elementary school teacher

Perfect match

She comes over literally every time that she can

And since there’s nothing technically holding her back, that’s pretty often

She poses as your student teacher in order to be there all the time

Really, she’s great with them

And she loves it

And the fact that you love kids and are great with them too instantly puts you at #1 on her list

Emmett:

I feel like he’s also great with kids

They love him

I mean, when you’re a kid, what’s better than the guy who can swing you around

Very few things tbh

The boys in your class especially love him

They love arm wrestling or racing him

He lets them win of course

He mostly shows up at your classroom around recess

But hey at least he gets all of their energy out before they need to sit down more

He’s also not someone who dreams about having kids

But if you want them, then he’s all for it

As long as you’re either willing to adopt or willing to go through what Bella went through

But as for him, he’s okay with the little guys you have running around your classroom

Esme:

Another mother at heart

She loves kids

I mean, she’s dedicated her entire vampire life to being an adoptive mother to about 7 immortal kids

So she is more than willing to help you with anything you want

Your kids absolutely love her too

They always get excited when Mrs Esme comes to visit

She is the best at storytelling

She has their entire attention for as long as she spends talking

And she loves helping you decorate your room too

Of course, she also loves that you’re so good with kids

As someone who once had a child and now has so many “children,” it’s important to her that her partner loves kids

Any time you need help, she is there

And she is so excited to decorate your classroom

She brings in candy and food for every single holiday party

Your kids don’t need to provide a single thing

That might be why they all love her actually

Jk jk

She’s just so sweet how could you not

Carlisle:

He is also a guy who’s great with kids

I mean, when you’re one of the only doctors in a small town you kinda have to be good with all kinds of people

Kids love him too

He doesn’t even really need to try

He’s just sort of unbothered by whatever kids want to do to him

So if a kid wants to climb onto his back and pull his hair and sit on his head then he won’t stop them

It’s not like it hurts or anything, he’ll live

Obviously though, he can’t be at your classroom all of the time

Actually, he can’t even be there every once in a while

The clinic is pretty demanding

So he mostly just helps at home

The amount of times when he has graded your kids’ papers or printed off new worksheets for them while you were asleep is countless

He just tries to support you where he can

And of course his money is your money

You want to throw a birthday party for one of your students? Here’s his debit card, go crazy

Vampire! Bella:

She’s a reluctant person with kids

I mean, obviously she loves Renesmee, but aside from her, she’s never been good at dealing with kids

She’s just awkward around them

Sort of the same vibe as Jasper

Doesn’t know what to say to them

She was in your classroom and one of the kids was talking to her

So she just started talking about politics?

Even the kid was confused

But the problem is that kids love her

You don’t really know why, neither does she

But something about her just draws kids to her

She prefers to just help you out at home

But she gets frustrated too quick with the little kid writing

“What the hell is this supposed to say? I’m just gonna mark it wrong”

“Bella you can’t just do that-“

[sunghoonbite]

pairings: heeseung/jay/jake x reader

warnings/content: nsfw, first time sex, valentine’s day! mutual pining, foreplay, i kinda edged u all on this one i’m sorry if u need a part 2 i understand

minors dni, before reading

hi happy valentine’s day!! it’s just these 3 bc i didn’t have the time to write for sunoo tonight, but i totally can add him at some point if you guys want it. hope u enjoy :o

you wore lace lingerie to heeseung’s dorm to tease him, his t-shirt that he gave you some weeks ago thrown overtop of it, your legs hidden by comfy sweatpants.

you had gone out earlier today for valentine’s day, to the mall and out to eat. but you wanted more than that. you called him up and let him know you’d be over to spend the night, and of course he immediately accepted your invitation.

heeseung wanted more too. when you drove to the restaurant, your sephora bags from the mall sitting on the floor of his car, you sat in the passenger seat, silently looking out the window. he’d look over at you once he got to a stoplight, and his eyes trailed down to your thighs every time. the weather was nice and you wore a skirt for him.

silently, he cursed himself. why did he want to touch you so badly? you sat innocently next to him, legs crossed, but the only thought on his mind was the sounds you’d make as you made a mess over his car. would you whine his name? grab his hand as he fucked your cunt?

when you got to his dorm, he looked you up and down, infatuated, although you were dressed messily in his shirt. you leaned in once inside and your lips met.

“take my top off,” you whispered against his mouth, and his hands trailed up your back. you felt his lips curl upwards.

he obliged, shirt falling to his carpeted floor, and he blinked at the lace bralette that just barely covered your chest up.

“can you fuck me, heeseung?”

once your words spilled out of your mouth, he had you pressed into his bed within seconds.

jay took you out to eat on valentine’s day. you had spent the night before, not unusual for the two of you, and while drifting off to sleep you mumbled some barely coherent words about what restaurant you wanted to be taken to. so, gladly, he surprised you the next evening. “surprise” being a loose term, since he quite literally will do whatever you ask. taking you out to eat is a minuscule task.

you got ready in his bathroom, and stepped out in a silk, short black dress. his eyes wandered instantly, your curves evident as the fabric hugged your body, but he looked away after getting a good glance. jay was typically short with his compliments, not at all meaning that he disliked your appearance whatsoever, but he felt almost intimidated by your beauty, and feared if he spoke too much about what you looked like or wore that it would become uncomfortable.

so, he uttered softly, “you look good.”

when you got to the restaurant, though, he wasn’t able to look away, despite his efforts. you were seated across from him, and you were both yet to order. your eyes scanned the menu, unaware of his scanning your body, and you pressed your lips together as you thought about what to order. you looked up at him, ready to ask his opinion, and he was already staring at you.

“is something wrong?” you questioned.

“you look amazing,” he stated your name after his sentence.

you beamed, face beginning to flush, and you looked up as you brushed his comment off.

“thank you!” you smiled, fully aware jay’s words are always genuine.

he spoke your name again, pausing afterwards. you looked at him.

“how about we go in the car?” his voice was low.

you waited a moment, trying to understand his request, but tilted your head slightly once he didn’t elaborate.

“why? what’s wrong?”

quietly, he leaned in and replied, “i want to fuck you in the parking lot.”

his words were unusually bold for him. your mouth opened as you looked around, searching for if someone heard him.

“would that be okay?” he asked, before you had the possibility to answer, “it’s okay if you want to wait for another time.”

you took your purse that rested on the table, and began to sit up out of your chair.

“i want to,” you said quietly, “fuck me in the parking lot.”

so he did.

you and jake stayed in for the holiday. you both planned this ahead, so he surprised you. he bought you chocolates and flowers, and placed them in gift box of your favorite things. you spent the day together, captivated with one another’s presence.

now, though, it was getting late, and you sat together on his couch. you started the third movie of the night, snacks from earlier scattered over the table in front of you. his arm was around your waist, and your head rested on his shoulder to accompany your body that was curled up on his side. you were close, so close.

for some reason, your body started to heat up. his touch against you was nice, but you wanted more from him. you wanted jake on your skin. you wanted him to touch you more. lower. deeper.

you shifted, hoping to release some tension as you tried to inch closer to him. it wasn’t possible, you were already nearly connected to him, your clothes the only thing separating you. it was agonizing, you wanted to feel him.

you lifted your head up to get a better look at his face that was fixated on the screen. when he felt the warmth leave his shoulder, he turned to you. you kissed him once he did, his mouth meeting yours.

once the kiss broke, you moved closer, sitting on his lap now, straddling his thigh.

“what’re you doing baby?” he asked, mouth curled up into what you made out to be a sheepish grin.

you leaned in to kiss his neck.

“i need you,” you mumbled against his skin.

his hands wandered down and held onto your waist firmly.

“yeah? need me how?”

you lifted your head up once again and a sigh escaped your lips, you turned your head to the side.

“jake, i want you to fuck me,” you said, cursing yourself mentally for letting yourself say it so boldly, so desperately.

“all of a sudden?” he asked, but not complaining, completing his sentence with a small laugh.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to,” you added.

“no, no,” he replied, “i want to.”

as he said that, he lifted your top above your head to start undressing you. he pressed his palms against your waist and laid you down on the couch gently.

“fuck,” he muttered under his breath at the sight of you, “you’re gonna look so pretty on my dick.”

you did, if you could call your mascara running pretty.

[moonstruckme]

just finished a rewatch of ootp and i forgot how cute luna and harry’s friendship is!! had me start thinking about what a james potter x luna lovegood-esque reader relationship would look like and i RAN to your ask because i just have to see what your take on it would be! love love LOVE ur writing, no pressure to write this tho if the inspo doesn’t hit!! thank u lovely <333

I forget how sweet they are all the time too! Thanks for requesting honey <3

James Potter x whimsical!reader ♡ 986 words

James comes home to find all of his trousers on the floor. 

“Unless I’ve started sleepwalking,” he says, and you look up at the sound of his voice from where you’re crouched next to one pair of jeans, apparently digging through his pockets, “I’m fairly sure I put these away after I took them out of the dryer last night.” 

“Oh, don’t worry,” you reassure him in that quiet, breezy way of yours. “You did. If you were sleepwalking, I would tell you.” 

James waits a second for you to elaborate, then realizes how foolish that is of him. “Then what are they all doing on the floor, my love?” 

“It’s the first day of the waxing moon.” Coins clink in your palm as you remove it from his pocket, and then—to James surprise—simply submerge your hand in the opposite pocket, dropping the change in. “You keep a lot of money in your trousers, did you know? It’s lucky the dryer didn’t shake it all out.” 

Actually, he had found a few coins after taking out his laundry the night before, but apparently there’s still some left over in his deep pockets. “What does the moon have to do with anything? And are you robbing me? If so, you’re doing a horrible job, sweetheart.” 

You sit back, setting your bum on your heels, and smile at him in that indulgent way you do when you think he’s being silly. It emits a soft glow, and James can’t help but squat in front of you, pecking you on the lips in belated greeting. 

You kiss him back without complaint, lips soft and pliant and curved against his. “You switch your coins to the opposite pocket for good fortune during the waxing moon, Jamie. You can’t tell me you haven’t done it before.” 

“I can tell you most certainly that I haven’t,” he promises, tucking a hand behind your ear to cradle your head. You lean into the touch absentmindedly even as your lips draw into a little frown. 

“Then how did your family get to be so rich?” you muse softly. 

It takes some effort for James to smother the laughter that rises in his chest, turning it into a pensive hum. “I suppose they might’ve always known and just kept it a secret from me. My mum did say she wanted me to make my own way in the world.” 

“Oh.” You nod, certainty restored to your countenance. “That’s it, then. Not very considerate of them not to give you the tools for success, but I suppose every parent has their own ideas about those things.” 

James only hums again, lips curving of their own volition. “Anything else we need to do tonight to accommodate the waxing moon, darling?” 

You laugh, the sound light and lovely as the tinkling of wind chimes. “Jamie, the waxing moon lasts for fourteen days. We’ve got two weeks for everything we want to do.” 

“Oh, how silly of me.” He grins at you, stealing another quick kiss. “Everything, you say? What might that be?” 

“Well,” you say, returning to your task with the next pair of trousers closest to you, “the waxing moon helps draw good things toward you. Like fortune” —you hold up a sparse palmful of coins for him to see before transferring them to the other pocket— “or a good harvest, or new love, or new job—didn’t you say you were thinking about asking for a promotion? This would be a good time.” 

“Maybe,” James replies with due consideration, but truly his mind has gotten snagged on one idea and not let go. “Love, eh?” He grins at you, reaching to wrap his hands around your waist and sliding you across the floor to him. “Should I be prepared to feel extra besotted for the next couple of weeks?” You smile and lean your head onto his shoulder to look up at him, going lax in his embrace. You’re a rather placid thing by nature, but he knows you secretly love it when he manhandles you like this. You go all soft and cloudy-eyed, and even now, you certainly seem far from scolding him for interrupting your task. “I’m pretty far gone already,” he says, just to hammer it home, “so I’m not sure how much worse it can get.” 

He’s rewarded by a tinge of bashfulness in your smile. “It’s new love, Jamie,” you correct him. “The waxing moon doesn’t affect love that already exists.” 

“Oh, I see.” He narrows his eyes down at you. “So this is your opportunity to ditch me for some new bloke, is that it?” 

The adoration doesn’t leave your gaze, but you shrug. “I’m not manifesting that, so I suppose it’s up to the moon to decide.” 

Some of the levity leaves him. “Wait, so if some other guy said he was drawn to you by the waxing moon, you’d consider it?” 

You let your head weigh heavily on his shoulder, pursing your lips slightly in contemplation. “I suppose I’d at least hear him out. It’s powerful magic during this time, you know? I’d at least be curious what drew him. Or them, you never know.” 

Now James is the one who’s frowning. “That’s not very reassuring, sweetheart.” 

You seem to come back to yourself, eyes focussing on his again and a small smile returning to your lips. “Don’t worry, Jamie.” You lean up to kiss him before slipping free of his hold, going to find another pair of jeans to dig through. “I’d obviously wait until the clarity of the full moon to decide on anything.” 

“Obviously,” James echoes, feeling somewhat dazed as he stands. “Um, angel? If you meet someone who tells you the moon sent them to you, would you at least let me know? I think if I tell Sirius about it, you may find they don’t stick around until the full moon anyway.” 

[itsrlymine]

Hey girl how are yaaaaa

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So growing up I always ended up manifesting good and bad things (obviously...) mostly by accident. I spent YEARSS in denial about my dads words until I came across your blog? GAME CHANGER LET ME TELL YOU

There is something about the way you write that really left me no room for doubts and stupid negative thoughts, I felt called outtt. I really like how blunt and straightforward you are about it, because really that is all there is. Don't change

Big ass rant aside, thanks to you I've been able to manifest a job, a raise at said job, an interaction with my favorite celebrity, people offering to pay for me ALL THE TIME, my desired face, INSANE hair growth (my hair used to grow so slowly it took me nearly two years to get from shoulder to chest lenght and I got it from chest to but lenght in HALF of that time), cute clothes and shoes, photographic memory, near fluency in italian and having an easier time learning languages alltogether, and trips to my desired places that were paid for me

Don't know how to end this so imma just say I loove your blog, thank u soso much <3

oh baby!!!! you ate that one thin up omg i love this. i love that your dad was tryna put you one game omg. i'm happy my way of saying things resonated with you boo, i love to hear that!! the way that i write is the way i know it would have helped me earlier when i first learned about manifesting. like let's cut to the chase already. all these successes and you are just getting started omg i love this so much for you babes!!! thank you for sharing with us and i'm looking forward to more from you!!! we can have whatever we want as long as we recognize we already have it! congrats my love!!!

[wh1sp3rr]

sickly sweet romance of u & jay

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“jay,” you softly say.

your legs are stretched long on the soft beige duvet cover, blanket pulled up to jason’s chest, it riding just by your waist with you sat up straight. you look out the window, prickly raindrops sound as they hit the double panned glass, moonlight bathing your skin blue.

he’s breathing softly, body facing you so you watch the gentle rise and fall of his chest as his eyes stay shut in rest. he doesn’t hear you yet the sleepy sight of him makes you warm inside: hot and in love. you bite the inner part of your bottom lip and rake your fingers through his hair so to rouse him, he always did like when you did that. “jason.” you whisper shout, a little more playful than before and stroke his jawline quickly from ear to chin.

“mm?” he monosyllabically hums, still half-asleep. his mouth hardly moves but his eyebrows curiously wrinkle.

you drop down to his level and watch him like a puppy, eyes big and pupils wide, you just have to kiss his nose. “come on, baby. wake upp,” you slightly whine.

he doesn’t answer but smacks his lips a little and his entire expression creases briefly then reverts back to his sleepy, frozen self. he reaches for your face, feels around to grab your cheek since he refuses to open his eyes and awake from sleep, and cups your cheek. you smile, knowing this was his way of letting you know he was listening, even if he maybe wasn’t. you kiss his inner palm: the fatty part below his thumb— peck his wrist and then slide on top of him, kissing his cheek and his temple and near his eyes and by his jaw but not his lips, not yet.

with each kiss jason gains a little bit more consciousness, a little more happier and charmed by your excessive showering of affection he so tenderly loves. he groans, breathes out deeply and plants his hands on your hips, eyes squinting open, “alright. you’ve got my attention now.” he announces.

you smile and giggle, “so you’ll only listen to me if i’m kissing you?” your laugh reverberates through the thin cotton of your top into jason’s chest—deep in his bones, with your hearts only layers of skin, flesh and muscle away from touching.

he shakes the insinuation off, “nah baby, it’s not even like that.” he wraps his arms around your waist, belts them up real tight and pulls you in—hugs and rests in the little crook of your neck, breathes in the foggy remnants of today’s earlier perfume, kisses your cheek. loud smooch. “just tired.” he stays nestled in that tiny space by your neck.

you pout. want to whine at the fact that jay’s defo not gonna wake up and you’ll have to go do something on your own. you get that sleep is important to him and whatever it is that he does that requires him to come home absurdly late smelling a lot like blood and cigarettes but still it was only midnight on a friday, basically 8pm on any other day.

“you smell nice,” his lips tickle your neck and you shyly half-smile at the compliment.

“thank you.” softly you say.

“why you still up? you ain’t tired yet?” he asks, lips tickling your neck more.

“jason,” you whine a bit, roll your eyes too, even in the thick bluey darkness, “it’s only midnight. i’m surprised you even went to bed.”

“i’m tired, honey.” he rubs his face into your crook like a sleepy child, “and it was a slow night tonight. figured i deserved a break.” you can feel him slightly move his hands whilst he talks, nod a small yes to yourself even though you still weren’t quite sure what it was that he did.

“i still don’t really get what your job is.” you state, wanting him to elaborate.

he strokes your hair and gently says, “later, baby. later.”

you pout.

“don’t pout.”

you drop your jaw and pull back to see his face, “how’d you know i was doing that?”

“cuz i know my girl.” you smile down bashfully: sincerely. he picks your head up by kissing you. sweetly at first but, like always, a little nippy and sort of wild.

he pulls away before anything escalates and his voice sort of drops to this low, honeyed kind of hum, “you know i trust you with my life, right?” he cups your face.

you smile and hold the hand that’s on your cheek and kiss it as confirmation, “and you with mine.” you retaliate, a little hopeful for if he’ll finally share his secret with you. he rubs his thumb, a soft movement on your cheekbone.

“the shit i do—what i do…it’s not safe or i guess you could say, not conventional.” he searches between your eyes for any sort of understanding, hoping you get his meaning.

“i figured.” you calmly respond. “so what is it?” you push him.

he sighs. or maybe groans. whatever it was, he quickly looks down with such a look of torn you’d never seen. it makes you worry a bit—startle you. you had prepared for the worst: hitman, supplier, even a villain’s ally, training yourself to being accepting given if it were someone with fairer moral value. maybe someone like poison ivy or…

“red hood.” he dissyllabically says, with no real discernible tone, though he looks straight ahead at you and stares.

“is…” you wanna ask him if that’s who he works for but if there’s anything the people of gotham know, it’s that the red hood works alone. so you swallow that obsolete question and instead present with: “i kind of already knew.”

he looks up at you, wide eyed and ready to hear more.

“well i didn’t know know, i just knew that it was something ‘unconventional’. i was pretty convinced you were a hitman, it always made sense to me that’d if given the opportunity you’d be a good shot.” you flirt sweetly but still genuine. jay smiles softly, his eyes grow curious, his head somewhat tilted.

“what gave it away?”

you point at the few bits of dirty laundry behind him thrown over a chair, “you come in with a lot of blood.”

his mouth forms an ‘o’ shape and he even makes the expressions the brows as if he’s said it, but no sound comes out.

you see it as an opportunity to kiss him, gently let him know you’re still there, and to not let him drift off into despair. “i’m glad you told me.

he takes your hand and places it flat on his chest, palm desperately close to his heart: it drums. “thought you’d dump me.”

you smile and kiss his nose, “not a chance.”

a silence briefly erupts and the two of you just stare at each other, moonlight glazing each one of your doubled reflections in the other’s pair of eyes: an utter warmth of transparency and trust and bond that’ll never grow old.

“i…” you start, jason’s ears immediately prick up, attentive to hear anything you’ll say. “are you still sleepy?”

benignly: “less now.” he pauses, “why? what do you wanna do?”

“just talk,” the duvet cover’s fabric echoes as you move to slide your arm down, propping yourself up with your upright elbow, chin in palm. “tell me about one of your days.” you slowly blink, madly in love.

“when i’m out fighting?” he asks, heart swelling at how loving you’re being, someday he’ll marry you he thinks.

“anything.” you slow, gentle voice lulls.

his thumb trills your knuckles back and forth before he begins: “alright.”

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[satoruhour]

Loved the recent sukuna racer au 😭😭😭🩷🩷 can you elaborate a bit more on geto in the same racer au? 🥺🩷🩷🩷🩷

LLOROMANNIC

a/n: thx 4 this ask anon, this is rlly long bahaah i hope u enjoy! more context here. for recap, reader is in japan for an exchange programme.

wc: 4.3k

warnings: (fluff @ the start, smut comes in later) virginity loss, soft dom!geto, geto really really is obsessed w/ you, oral / cunnilingus (eats pussy like this! like i really don’t know what this position’s called), pet names, slight nipple play, clit stimulation, fingering, slight size kink, p -> v penetration, protected sex, n*sfw under the cut

no one really knows how the two of you became so close after that fateful meeting. they’re still wondering how you drew suguru in so effortlessly — some say you planned it, others say it was just by chance, but you’re not too sure yourself when all you can focus on is the racer beside you muttering into your skin a year after.

it was a(n almost) blissful six months when you first start out. that day he did keep his promise, winning the race without breaking a sweat and you cheer for geto unconsciously, catching the curious eyes of gojo and nanami who exchange looks — maybe you’d finally be the someone to capture geto’s heart.

geto made an effort to u-turn back to the corner he was parked in with the passenger side to you and he leans over to open it for you, but in return it just gathers more attention. “shall we go?” you try your best to escape the prying eyes of the tokyo crowd, and with a wave to the other two, geto is speeding off once you’ve gotten into the car.

“so… why’re you driving me there?”

“why cinnamoroll? berry and cherry’s a hundred times better.” he comments, and much to your dismay, he just answers your question with a less serious question than yours.

“why not?”

“well i mean…” was this man really about to lecture you on sanrio characters? his explanation is brief, but detailed, and you can’t help but stifle a laugh — although a snort still leaves you — just as he turns into the next carpark that you were supposed to go into instead and he’s asking what? like he didn’t just ramble about two sanrio demon characters. 

“eh, it’s just cute that a scary, cool racer guy like you knows so much about sanrio.” you giggle when you watch him find an empty spot, and you’re trying to not let it affect you: the dragon that wraps around his bicep right to his forearm, the tense of his muscles, the addictive line of his jaw that trails all the way down to his collarbone—

you don’t notice your choice of words until geto uses that chance to fluster you instead.

“it’s just what?” he’s all up in your personal space like he was earlier before pulling away — a quiet, chilling tension that sends your hairs standing, left arm going behind your seat to park his car perfectly in the lot. his jawline is accentuated by how he turns behind to reverse (he hopes parking effortlessly would get you to like him more); suguru’s good at always making you want more, you realise that.

“cute.”

you’re mumbling and once he’s got the car in, his arm comes back round, a teasing hand pressed up to his ear. “what was that, hm?”

and maybe you were wrong to think he was being a decent person among the sneers and mockery of the crowd earlier, and you frown, thinking if you’d really want to entertain him. there’s a dilemma in you: what if he was just like the others, the loud, cocky ones who only ever cared about their cars? suguru looked just like the part, too, and if you weren’t careful, you’d probably end up being a trophy piece for him to bring around.

you just sigh. “thank you for driving me, geto-san.” it’s rigid as you say it, an inner turmoil within you; you hope it doesn’t show.

and he immediately regrets his silly question. he doesn’t blame you for standing your ground especially after the whole spectacle before the race started, watching in defeat as you slam the door to his Mazda a little harshly. hurriedly his eyes dart around the dashboard for paper, messily scribbling down an apology together with his number, along with some cash — he did promise to treat you to something in that cafe, but he was confident you’d want nothing to do with him; for now, anyway.

“hey, i’m uh— i’m sorry. it was out of line, enjoy the event, ’kay?” geto genuinely looked sorry, a sheepish smile spreading across his face and he hurries away before you can say anything. he’s lamenting over it upon returning, talking to gojo who could barely care and nanami who’s zoning out, about how you looked so innocent and stunning by simply sitting in his car.

and you? you’ve resorted to telling yourself how you’d only send a message to the mysterious number only after getting back home, after a shower, paper creased and unintelligible at some point that you almost typed in a ‘6’ in place of an ‘8’.

you’ve broken your own rule already once you’re stepping foot into your home because your finger immediately opens the empty chat, hovering over the button to send the message you’ve drafted two hours ago. your heart pounds and you feel dizzy — you never wanted to die so bad before.

suguru’s mood remains sour until later in the evening where an unknown number texts him with a faceless photo of a cup of cinnamoroll cappuccino and a crème brûlée with cinnamorll’s face on the caramelised sugar. he knows it’s you from the outfit you wore earlier and geto can’t help but smile, dwelling on what he could say to you that wouldn’t sound stupid.

god, geto was a racer. he was supposed to be cool and a natural at flirting, but he can’t believe he’s already deleted his drafted message for a fifth time, not noticing how you fluctuate between being online and off, too.

he doesn’t answer you like an idiot because while you’re nervous over the simple text, geto wants to tear his hair out — until he gets an idea; he’s off the bed in a minute, hastily grabbing his leather jacket and putting his hair into a bun.

eventually he manages to say something that sounds nonchalant.

[19:23, geto → UNKNOWN]: enjoy your cinnamoroll coffee?

suguru waits patiently when you type and stop, and type and stop, and he uses that time to sprint to his Mazda and to speed to a close-by 7-eleven. he was sure to find some sanrio merchandise in the store, face lighting up when he comes across a mediocre cinnamoroll keychain — and after a small battle with himself he also adds a duo berry and cherry keychain to the pile — he just needed to figure out when to give it to you.

a notification interrupts his daydreams.

[19:29, UNKNOWN → geto]: better without you here

he knows you’re joking with the way you send a sticker after.

[19:30, UNKNOWN → geto]: but thank you for the treat.

and for driving me

and for the number

geto chuckles, paying and leaving the store before he lets out a breath.

[19:31, geto → UNKNOWN]: want to come out for a drive? i really want to apologise for earlier

and every doubt ceases to exist, your contemplation ending right there, head snapping to your clock to look at the time. if you could get dressed fast enough—

[19:31, geto → UNKNOWN]: and also i just… want to get to know you

i’ll meet you at that same parking lot where we met. i’ll wait for you, okay?

—you could see the mysterious, brooding racer again. despite your outburst, you couldn’t deny the adrenaline you felt sitting in his car, bickering over which character was better, seeing the raise of his eyebrow on his attractive face. you don’t trust yourself to type anything else so you simply send a thumbs up emoji, jumping up to get ready in the darkening and freezing tokyo landscape.

shouting out an excuse, you bid goodbye to your parents and race out the door, white wisps of your hot breath appearing as you reach the car park in record time, seeing him nervously leaning against his Mazda. you smile. seems like you weren’t the only fidgety one.

“how’re you doin’?” geto clears his throat, but you just grin, getting into his passenger seat. the tips of your fingers tingle, you hoped the adrenaline would help you even a little.

“you called me out because you want to show off, right?” that loosens suguru a little, letting out a laugh at your unexpected comment.

“sure did.”

the next hours are spent speeding through the streets of shibuya, with you scared out of your mind at first. but when geto looks over to you with a blinding smile, you ease into his leather seats, slowly getting used to his sharp and precise turns.

geto is focused on drifting on specific turns, smile fading into a serious expression as he slams on the break and changes gear, steering the wheel sharply and you find yourself staring freely, a smile tugging on your lips at how so damn good he looked at the moment.

the night ends up with letting you try out the car for a bit, and even geto is surprised at himself because his RX-7 was something he cherished deeply, but to let someone try it was beyond him. he’s laughing with you, telling you that drift racers do not need to use turn signals and you burn in embarrassment, but other than that you have a good time, a quietness settling as he pulls up to your host home in japan.

“come to my next race?”

you bit your lip. you can’t lie, geto suguru is handsome as hell and you’re already hooked, unaware how the other wants you just as bad.

“sure thing, suguru.” the first name seems to catch him off-guard, even more so when you lean over the stick shift to peck his cheeks. 

geto spends the next five minutes touching the skin where you kissed it, the loud rev of his engine reflecting exactly how he felt.

geto suguru was a goner.

every text, every call, every outfit (by god, geto did not care about what he wore, until he got with you) was for you. geto suguru was the gentlest with you, always asking if you’re okay with whatever he does. a hand on your waist, a peck to your cheek. he eases into the relationship, a plethora of night races lined up in his roster since he didn’t want you to miss any classes. nor could you underperform, because if your grades weren’t up to standard, you’d be sent home — your actual home back in your country. it came easy, though, apart from the sneaky makeout sessions in between geto telling you you used ‘your’ instead of ‘you’re’ in your essays.

“y’know you don’t have to wear it, right?” geto laughs, placing a kiss to your temple while your mouth twists at the shape of the miniskirt, gifted to you by his sister who had worn it in the same scene, too. your boyfriend only whistles when you place it to your front, hands tightening just a little around your waist when he sees just how short it is.

“so?” you emerge from the bathroom a little while later, his oversized shirt on you looking a bit weird with the miniskirt but his breath hitches when you pull the top up, admiring the way the miniskirt hugged your figure so well. “i’m not sure if i like it, su…”

“that’s cause you’ll need other sort of tops, baby,” geto simply smiles, beckoning you over with a hand. it’s criminal how easily you follow the gesture, moving to stand between his legs. his rough hands leave hot trails of fire along your thighs, inching dangerously close to your ass. “you’ll need,” an unsatisfactory kiss on the denim of your skirt, suguru frowns, “a crop top,” a kiss to your hip bone. “or maybe a halter,” a kiss to your other hip bone, “a tube top,” a kiss to your stomach, “or maybe even a cami?” the grin geto gives you is sickening sweet as he lists them off one by one, each kiss getting closer and closer, from your hands to your shoulders, until they finally reach your face and your heart is beating like you were in fucking seven minutes in heaven.

“how’d you know so much?” you’re twiddling with the hem of his oversized shirt.

geto exhales, placing a sweet kiss onto your lips, “when you’ve been racing underground for quite a bit… it’s easy to pick up on the fashion. but—” he melts all your worries away when he takes your cheeks in his hands, “but even if you weren’t dolled up, i’ll still be lookin’ at ya. you’d still be the prettiest girl in the room.”

“my prettiest girl.” suguru mumbles, getting lost in your lips again with a promise he’ll take you shopping the next day.

you ease into the miniskirts soon enough. though you don’t exactly abandon your old style, you also love the freedom of wearing teeny skirts with skin tight tops, legs and ass on display for all to see while geto simply smiles no matter what you wear. he thinks you look stunning either way.

“what do you think?” geto asks inwardly if you were really the same person who loved cinnamoroll, legs on display and safety shorts hugging your ass so well as you twirl around in your room — geto wasn’t opposed to just panties, either; he knows he can throw a decent punch. you’re donning the piece of apparel so well that he feels himself getting hard.

“i think my baby looks gorgeous,” suguru smiles, sauntering up to you before wrapping his bigger arms around your middle before coating your face and neck with kisses but your mind’s wandering into the gutter with how you can see both your figures in the mirror. you’re thinking just what it’ll be like to fog up the mirror with your shaky breaths as geto rams into you from behind, but you snap out of it before he notices, turning around in his embrace to land a kiss to his lips.

“a good luck kiss for my racer boy,” you giggle, hands getting lost in his hair. you’ve become more bold too, geto realises and he decides that maybe tonight he’ll have you before you leave to finish your university semester and his heart clenches at the thought of you leaving — six months is six months, after all. having to resort to facetimes and timezones and late night messages is the reality, but he’s willing to try.

if it’s you, he’ll try.

one thing led to the next; it was your miniskirt riding up your legs, it was the way you ran up to him after he wins, jumping into his arms knowing these were your last few days together. just like how you were obsessed with geto suguru, he was besotted with you.

“is this okay with you, (y/n)?” the way he says your name has you wishing he would do it over and over in that pleading voice of his — it’s just the first of many.

“you’ll be taking my first, suguru.” you mumble out as his lips trail from your jaw to neck, and it makes him freeze. maybe you shouldn’t hav—

“you want me to be your first?” geto asks breathlessly, like he’s been told he won the lottery. he couldn’t believe how you’ve been untouched this whole time, yet your sultry gazes and untamed hips say otherwise.

“you’re such a little minx, teasing me and shit, but you haven’t lost your virginity?” his fingers caress your cheek and you preen at his tone, leaning into his touch. 

you hum and smile, “i never lose.” and you giggle when he laughs, capturing your lips in another kiss. the playful mood fades into the prior one, feeling the other get rougher with his kiss while his hands start to wander more.

“tell me to stop whenever and i’ll stop, okay, sweetheart?” you nod, squishing his face in your hands.

“i’ll be okay, su,” you grin before wrapping your legs around his pelvis, pulling him onto your needy cunt. he’s already hard, a dark spot forming at where his tip was. “i’ll be okay, especially when i fuck myself thinking it’s your cock.”

suguru’s jaw drops just a bit and he craves you even more by then, flipping up your skirt and pressing kisses along your thigh. he was determined to wipe the sick little grin off your face. he was determined to make you cum so hard you’d regret teasing him at all.

you hardly have any attitude for him once his tongue meets your pulsing clit and groans into your core, licking an experimental stripe up your folds. “better than your fingers?” suguru grins when he glances up and all he can see is your head thrown back, a subtle nod that’s got him back into feasting. he alternates between flicking your bud and sucking harshly, his calloused hands that you always admired around the steering wheel are now on your thighs, spreading them apart when you start to close them. by now your skirt’s soaked from how wet your pussy is, mewling and whining for your lover for more.

“you taste so fuckin’ good,” geto mumbles into your folds, giddy on the tangy sweetness of your juices that he has to reach down to squeeze his cock, “my girlfriend’s pussy tastes so good.”

“f-fuck… suguru don’t stop—” in the large bedroom, it’s filled with moans from you and the lewd sounds of your pussy, which escalate into a shriek when he’s suddenly pushing you up, weight transferred onto your shoulders and neck, not before making sure you have a pillow under you. “su—!���

“oh— ooh shit!” geto easily manhandles you as he props you up, your body bent uncomfortably while your hips continue to buck in his mouth and you aren’t sure where your legs go. it gives him better access to your cunt as he dips his tongue into your hole, nose nudging into your clit while you’re clutching onto his forearms for balance; his front supports you perfectly. geto’s onyx eyes bore into yours when he eats, moaning softly when he feels you clench around his tongue.

“you close?” he commits you to memory: how your toes curl and your stomach contracts. how your pussy flutters around his mouth and soft needy sighs turn into wanton moans. he feels so tense too, cock twitching in his underwear that it’s begging to be in you. “my baby’s g’nna cum, hm?”

“y-yes— ’m close mmf...” you can hardly manage a nod, moans escaping in between one worded sentences and you’re sure your legs are shaking from how good geto was giving it to you. with the hands that spread you out, one goes to your nipple to pinch it while the other plays with your clit, pressing and rubbing on it and a choked suguru leaves your lips.

“cum,” the one word has so much command over you, paired with the ministrations he was so skilled at that you’re clenching around air when you reach your high, euphoria crashing down on you with how you see white and your body feels tired already. “that’s my pretty girl, god, you’re cumming s’much.”

it takes awhile for you to come down from your orgasm, but despite your fatigue you already find yourself wanting more when you shoot geto a grin, heart fluttering at how he massages your thighs and bring you back down.

“you okay?” geto mumbles, pecking your knee softly, inwardly smiling at the way your legs still jolt and shake at your climax, “got my princess shakin’ and all.”

you giggle before you’re pulling him toward you, tasting yourself on his tongue as the kiss deepens, jumping a little when geto slips in a finger easily. you’re easily moaning into the kiss, reeling from just how one finger feels in you, slipping in so easily just how soaked your cunt was. 

gotta prep you for me, ‘kay? he whispers against your lips before a second goes in and you have to break the kiss to whimper. relax, baby, suguru’s voice is so intoxicating that you’re doing the exact opposite. you’re so tight that geto has to take a moment, imagining what you’ll feel like around him, but it’s not long before you’re begging for more that he starts moving his fingers into your cunt.

they are soft, gentle on you that you’re already tugging on his waistband, swallowing geto’s chuckle and comment about just how eager you are. in that bedroom, you’ve gotten him on his knees just by existing, pussy still drooling and your body contorted in such sensuality that he’s already worshipping you unconsciously. you gasp a little when he finally removes his underwear, eyes fixated on the pretty dick he’s got in his hand, leaking so much pre-cum just from eating you out. he makes quick work to grab a condom out from his bedside drawer.

“i’ll make it fit. gotta relax, yeah?” he hums into your skin before he rolls the condom over his cock as you watch, impatient. along with some lube, he smears your juices around with his tip, relishing in how you squeeze his forearms.

and when geto suguru sinks into you for the first time, tip nudging past your folds and stretching you out at first, a long whine leaves you just as geto groans out because you’re so warm inside that it’s got him dizzy. your eyes try to flutter close but geto mumbles that he wants to see how good he makes you feel, body hovering over yours like it’s forbidden. but he knows if he sinks into you with the feel of your tits on him, he wouldn’t last.

“s’big, suguru— ah!” eyes struggling to stay open, your arms hang around his neck, the feel of the rubber in you not entirely pleasant but suguru hitting all your spots is enough to make up for it. you’re just dripping and dripping non-stop that it leaks right down to the sheets before the other bottoms out in you, a teasing grin on his face. “told ya it could fit.” the stretch is borderline painful, and like a good boyfriend, he waits for a few to get you accustomed.

you roll your eyes with a soft smile, taking deep breaths before you feel like you could handle him, “move, please…”

“gettin' to it, my love,” geto’s cock is so big you swear you can feel him in your stomach, mouth dropping open when he moves slowly, grunting at your clamping hole, “i don’t think i can last long, baby.”

you breathlessly laugh, “yeah, me e-either.” your back arches off the bed as suguru starts to find a pace, thighs already burning from the taut pull of his muscles, something he’s done unconsciously because of how divine your cunt felt. with a hand you’re rubbing at your clit, evident it’s your first time when your hips are already bucking in mini shockwaves, sucking in his length that it’s not long before you’re moving your pelvis to meet his.

there’s the squelching noises of your pussy and little pants leaving you, pussy already convulsing around him with the release of the twist in your stomach. you’re clenching as you cum hard on his cock and it drives the other crazy, the tightness of your entrance that restricts his movement that he settles for short thrusts just to orgasm, spilling heavy loads of cum into the condom. geto groans into thin air, hips stuttering and pulling out incase there’s a rip in the rubber. it’s obvious you’re still unfamiliar with each other’s body in such an intimate setting, stuttered apologies and cleared throats, but soon geto’s leaning down to lock lips with you to quell the first-time awkwardness.

“was that okay? are you hurt anywhere?” you shake your head with a smile.

“that was more than okay, suguru,” you’re sleepy from the race, from the late night, and it’s clear all you want is sleep. it’s clear when you melt into suguru’s embrace and his heart feels like it might beat out of his chest when you find his hand to twine your fingers together, with his other one rubbing your thigh affectionately.

geto feels that same feeling paired with a certain dread when two weeks later you’re kissing him goodbye at the airport, pink luggage in hand while your nose starts to redden a little. you always know what to say, slowly getting used to geto’s habits. a huff when he’s annoyed, or a quick furrow of his eyebrows when he’s distraught. “it’s not the end of the world, baby.”

suguru only pouts, hands caressing your sides just outside the departure gate. “i know, i just— six months?” 

“you’ll survive,” you smile softly, brushing the bangs from his face, “you did it before me.”

“i know, but now that i’ve known you, you’re all i think about,” geto huffs, “i…”

there’s many more things he wants to say, how he’ll be sure to keep your things until you return, how thankful he is that you (willingly!) gave him an underwear of yours, how he struggles to breathe just seeing your name. he just hopes you’ll miss him just as much, but he restrains himself knowing your flight’s in an hour.

“you’re all i think about, too,” you mumble and swallow uncomfortably, ashamed to have tears already brimming at your eyes, “i’ll come right back after i finish the sem, alright?”

“i’ll hold you to that.” geto smiles, although it’s laced with a sadness, kissing you softly one last time and bearing himself for the countless texts and video calls to your foreign number. you both can taste the salt in your tears, sniffling like a lovesick fool at the immense feelings you have for this man.

love. you haven’t even said the words yet.

as the racer watches you pass through the departure doors, he gives one last glance to the cherry keychain hanging off your carry-on, giving a similar longing glance to the matching berry one on his bag.

geto leaves the airport before anyone can see the wetness in his eyes, too.

[worldwide-simp]

hello! do u still do request can i ask if u can do yan!scp073 x scp!reader

for some details:

the reader is a safe class cause she doesn't want to hurt people and see them in pain she has healing powers as she usually heals staff or gurads who are injured and she is a total sweetheart!

what will happen if they meet? (u can add any plots and things u wanna add)

*thanks if u are uncomfortable u can decline*!

Ooo I’ve finally got an ask! Sorry, I’m quite late with this. Hope short scenarios will be okay!

consumed by jealousy once again.

Yandere Scp073 x fem reader

Warnings: obsession, implied stalking, corruption, pessimistic thoughts, insecurities, mentions of murder, jealousy

*not proofread, please do notify me if I have missed out a warning, might add some things after posting

How did you both first meet? “…”

• Cain is quite the desirable lad. He’s polite, well-mannered and crosses his legs when seated. Time has carved wisdom into the cadavers of his body; he speaks with many words he’s memorized from dictionaries and occasionally mixes up phrases from different languages.

• When you first met Cain, your sweet and kind nature allured him. He became.. curious, so to speak. Strangely obsessed with admiring you while you’d work with people. Becoming a tad bit jealous when your attention wasn't fixated upon himself. He wouldn't let these thoughts come to light. Not now anyways.

•Always, Cain offered a helping hand. Did you need any assistance carrying that heavy bag? Or perhaps you wanted a glass of water? You could always see him at your service, watching your skilled hands heal others with a passion.

How much time did it take?

“…”

• It had taken him a few months to develop feelings. Cain first believed it was a wonder, why hadn't you excluded him from your table where you would sit? Did you not find his voice uncanny?

•He had only adored you even more after that.

• He had once asked what your occupation in the foundation was, what the foundation declared your function as a cog in one of their elaborate machines. This was the depressing reality. Cain had learned not to question it. They had stuffed his mind full of knowledge to the point he swore it snapped at times, piece by piece.

• Although he had his own mental burdens, Cain would never place them upon you. Endearing innocent soul, let him kiss you to death.

Does his emotions remind him of any past experiences?

“…”

• Cain loathes the feeling of jealousy consuming his heart, it reminded him of a very dark time. Where he had slaughtered his brother out of the same envy he experiences now, just desiring to be injured in any shape or form so he could feel your fingers blessing his cold, still-beating heart and not some guard or doctor undeserving of your touch.

• A rational part of his mind was disgusted at his concerning thoughts. He justified it with a wild vigour.

How would he show his undying love?

“…”

• Sometimes you’d find plastic flowers tucked away in various places, they were always crimson-coloured Morning Glorys and Black roses with sloppy red paint in the shape of a heart. You had giggled and suspected Cain. Though you had never confirmed your thoughts with the man himself. Darling, Sweetheart Cain. Made of sugar and liquorice.

• Every time you discovered your bouquet of flowers, you noticed the hearts had been painted less messily and with more ease, the streaks of red paint precise and pristine.

• Cain felt awkward at the thought of confessing his ever-growing feelings for you. He would only admire you. How your face looked when you smiled, how you rambled about Josie the half-cat’s fluffy pelt and the most adored feature of yours, the way you’d praise him when he did a good job.

•Don’t ever let yourself think he’s going to let such a precious flower like you wilt in his needy grasp.

[screampied]

*slams gojo’s black card on top of the table*

tell me more about jjk men saying “i want to hear her” and meaning the wettest messiest girly pop pussy to ever exist, squishing like a bitch in heat. (just read “rent a dilf” i am not fine, i want that stretch 😭 i want that meanie 😭)

i think toji and sukuna are the meanest, because they actually will shut reader up just to hear those sinful sounds. either with choking reader or, my favorites, fingering her mouth or putting her pretty panties in it.

in teasing manner would be satosugu. they would be like “she’s very talkative today, so loud” and then get hypnotized by it. if reader whines they go “shut up, i’m having a serious conversation down here”

now, using all my strength to write about the last pair, i think..,goddamn, nanami and choso, side by side, just being down on their knees…

and i actually mean it. pussy makes just a different sound and they go straight diving into it, messy, slurping their favorite girl because, c’mon, she called and they always answer her.

goddamn i am gonna combust

nut (on anon because i don’t want others to see me being a weirdo, but u can 🫵🙂↕️)

NUTTY MCNUTSTAR I MISSED U 🤗🤗💓

but yea … let’s actually talk about it ??? im gonna elaborate more soon on this specific topic trusty (🌞) icl pussy talk will probably be my faaaaavorite thing to write 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ like that and dirty talk + manhandling, ooh don’t get me started. it’s jus smth ab someone referring between your legs as “her.” and the messy sounds plsplspslpl. LMAOOO thank u for reading baby 😽. literally dug my own grave writing that uuuuugh i’ll never get tired of pussy talk FACK.

ur so right ab toji ‘n sukuna >>>> THOSE TWO ARE MENACESSSSS. they’d both totally make fun of how wet you sound, saying how much louder your pussy is compared to your actual moans. SATOSUGU PFTTTT. they’d be cheeky bastards, but geto ….. when he’s between your legs yeah good luck 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️. geto’s an entirely different person when he’s between your legs

[choikanghuening]

In Your Hands (or simply “Hypnotize U”)

now playing: Hypnotize U - N.E.R.D.

synopsis: After a stressful day, you come home to find your husband, Taehyun, ready to comfort you in a deeply intimate way. What begins as a simple act of care turns into a transformative experience, deepening your connection and trust. Through a night of tenderness, love, and passion, the two of you rediscover each other, allowing your bond to grow stronger and more profound.

pairing: husband!taehyun x afab!reader

trope: established relationship/happy marriage

genre: fluff, smut (mdni)

wc: 6k

warnings: yoni massage, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (don't do this y'all), very very soft and romantic sex, lots of praising and petnames (baby, princess, doll). lmk if i forgot anything (i prob did)

elle speaks: english is not my first language, so sorry for any typos and mistakes. also im too distracted, so i probably repeated lots of words. i'll correct it later. feedbacks/reblogs/likes are appreciated.

elle speaks²: this is somewhat inspired by my irl relationship (minus the massage part -at least not yet), i tried to make it cute and emotional, hope i succeeded. also i've never received a yoni massage (yet), so forgive me if it's inaccurate.

elle speaks³: i'm not gonna elaborate, but taehyun would definetly do something like this, i don't make the rules.

fic below the cut

Your shoulders sagged with exhaustion as you stepped inside your house, your shoes hitting the floor with a soft clatter, as though shedding the weight of the day could be as simple as that. Every inch of you felt heavy—physically and mentally, the strain of the day pressing down on your skin like a burdensome cloak. But as soon as you moved further into the house, something shifted. A soft, comforting aroma wrapped around you, mingling with the warm, flickering glow of candlelight in the living room.

You stopped in your tracks, taken aback by the peaceful contrast. The world outside had felt chaotic and relentless, but here, in this quiet space, a serene calmness enveloped you, pulling you in.

From the kitchen, the gentle hum of Taehyun's voice reached you, the rhythmic clink of utensils blending seamlessly with the atmosphere. His presence was grounding, like an anchor in the storm. When he turned and saw you, his expression softened, concern flickering in his gaze as he moved toward you.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted, his voice steady. “Are you alright?”

For a moment, the words escaped you. You felt heavy, your body bruised from the demands of the day, your mind a swirl of thoughts—but instead of speaking it all aloud, you simply leaned against the door frame and let out a tired breath. “Tae, I’m just so tired,” you whispered.

Without hesitation, Taehyun closed the distance between you, wrapping you in his arms. His embrace was peaceful, like a balm, his kindness seeping into you with every second. You rested your head against his chest, the steady beat of his heart offering you a sense of calm, grounding you.

“I know,” he murmured, his voice low and soft. “You’re with me now.”

He held you a moment longer, as if trying to absorb the weight of the world that had settled on your shoulders. His gentle hand on your back felt like a promise—a quiet promise that, no matter what, you weren’t alone.

“Thank you, Tae,” you whispered into his chest.

He chuckled softly, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. “Don’t mention it, princess. I’m always here,” he said, his voice laced with sincerity. “Let me take care of you tonight.”

Dinner was simple, but its comfort was unmatched—Taehyun’s signature chicken stew, every bite filled with the kind of love only he could infuse into a meal. As you ate, his quiet focus didn’t go unnoticed. He’d glance over at you often, his sweet smiles a silent promise that you were being taken care of. There was a stillness in the way he moved, as though everything he did was for you, giving you the space to just be.

After dinner, as you lingered over dessert, Taehyun moved to clear the dishes. His movements were unhurried, with a calm that filled the air around you, helping to settle a deeper sense of peace within.

“Stay here for a minute,” he said, returning from the kitchen. The subtle intensity in his voice made you pause. “I’ve got something for you. Just trust me, okay?”

Your curiosity piqued; you raised an eyebrow, though a haze of exhaustion still clouded your mind. “What is it?”

He gave you a knowing smile, one that held no secrets—only quiet promises. “You’ll see. Just wait here.”

Settling onto the couch, you let yourself sink into its soft embrace, the flickering candlelight casting playful shadows on the walls. While your body began to relax, your mind still held onto the faint echoes of the day.

Moments later, Taehyun's voice floated toward you, calm and soothing, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Babe, come here,” he called gently, his tone warm and inviting. “I’ve run you a bath. All you have to do is undress and let go.”

The simplicity of his words stirred something deep within you—an unspoken oath of comfort that was impossible to resist. A soft scent reached your senses, guiding you toward the bathroom.

When you stepped inside, the sight before you stole your breath. The water shimmered beneath the mild lighting, gentle bubbles breaking the surface in slow, rhythmic swirls. The air was heavy with the calming fragrance of lavender and roses, and for a moment, you simply stood there, allowing the serene aura to envelop you like a tender embrace.

Taehyun moved toward you, his smile affectionate, his eyes carrying a depth that spoke of something far more than just fondness. “Go on,” he encouraged softly, his voice both gentle and reassuring. “This is all for you. I’ll give you some space.” He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before stepping back, retreating to the bedroom, leaving you alone with the serenity he had carefully crafted for you.

A blush spread across your cheeks as you undress, the sweetness of the moment settling around you. When you finally sank into the bath, the warmth of the water embraced you like a lover’s touch, relaxing your muscles and erasing the day’s tension as though it had never been there.

Leaning back, you closed your eyes, allowing the water to cradle you in its gentle rhythm. The scent mingled with faint hints of musk, creating an atmosphere that felt both grounding and indulgent. The soft hum of music filled the air, its delicate notes weaving a cocoon of peace that slowly dissolved the thoughts still lingering in your mind. Every detail, from the flickering candles to the enduring scent of the flowers, was a proof of Taehyun's thoughtfulness. He knew exactly what you needed before you even realized it. A warmth bloomed in your chest as you exhaled, feeling the tension melt away, completely surrendering to the tranquility of the moment.

When you finally emerged from the bath, the amenity clung to your skin like a prolonged memory of the peace you’d just experienced. Wrapping yourself in a plush towel, you padded down the hallway, heading to your bedroom.

When you get there, the mood surrounds you like a dream made real. Soft golden light from low lamps and the flicker of scented candles painted the space with a warmth that felt almost tangible. The faint melody of a distant song drifted through the air, weaving its way around you, both calming and electrifying at once. The bed, with its silky sheets, beckoned you—the invitation to comfort and something deeper, more intimate.

Taehyun stood near the bed, adjusting the last of the candles with a quiet focus. When the sound of your footsteps reached him, he turned to you, his gaze meeting yours with a fondness that seemed to melt the space between you. A small, knowing smile curved his lips, and at that moment, the weight of the world seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you in this private heaven.

“Where did all this come from?” You asked, your voice soft, laced with awe.

He stepped toward you, each movement unhurried, appreciating the moment. His fingers brushed a damp strand of hair from your face; the tender touch was almost reverent. “I wanted to do something special for our anniversary, but... I thought you needed this even more tonight,” he murmured, his voice a warm, honeyed melody that eased your frayed nerves.

The sincerity in his words wrapped around you like a comforting hug, a swell of emotion tightening your throat. Tears threatened at the corners of your eyes, but his gentle touch anchored you in the present moment. His fingers brushed the edge of your towel, a soft contact that sent a shiver of anticipation across your spine.

“Leave the towel,” he whispered, his voice low yet commanding. His eyes locked onto yours, an intensity that reassured you and drew you in. “Lay down on your stomach. Let me take care of you.”

You hesitated for just a moment, then, as if tethered by his quiet confidence, let the towel slip from your body, letting it fall across the chair nearby. Taehyun’s hands found yours, guiding you to the bed with your fingers entwined. The cool silk of the sheets met your delicate skin as you stretched out on the bed, the sensation drawing a faint, contented sigh from your lips.

“Close your eyes,” he demanded, his voice sending a ripple of sensation down your body. “Trust me.”

You nodded, surrendering to him as your eyes fluttered shut.

“Imagine this…” Taehyun started, his voice low and seductive. “You’re on a beach. Completely lost. Nothing around you but the ocean and the breeze that you’re feeling with more intensity because you have no clothes on, just like now.

“Sounds like freedom... and maybe a little trouble.” Your smile deepened.

“Maybe,” a chuckle escaped him, and he continued. “No inhibitions, nothing to hide. You’re just... there. Bare, vulnerable, but not afraid.”

“And then what?” You asked, playing along.

“Help arrives. Someone pulls up, offers you a ride.” Taehyun’s voice dropped, sultry and heavy with quiet intensity. “Do you take it?”

“That depends. Who’s offering?” You replied, curiosity piqued.

“Someone who knows exactly where to take you.” He let the implication hang in the air.

“That’s a lot of trust. What if they take me somewhere I don’t want to go?” You teased, your voice soft but daring.

“Then you’ll have to trust that they’ll take care of you. That they’ll make sure you never feel lost again,” Taehyun stated, his words full of something you loved.

Your heart skipped as his words sank in. “You’re dangerous, you know that?” A small laugh escaped you.

“Only for you,” Taehyun replied, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

You opened your eyes curiously to find him grabbing a bottle of aromatic oil off the bedside table.

“What are you doing?” You asked, your interest stirred by the deliberate care in his movements. “What’s this for?”

“A special type of tantric massage,” he said, a playful smile tugging at his lips, his big eyes glinting with a touch of mystery. “It’s called yoni.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that,” you said, eyes wide with uncertainty.

“It’s about connection, grounding, and awakening your sacred feminine,” he explained, voice soft and reverent. “It’s different, but it’ll help you feel more in tune with yourself—your strength, your power, your essence.”

“What do you mean by that?” You asked, a mix of anticipation and curiosity coloring your tone.

“It’s a way to release, to surrender to the present, to trust completely in the moment,” he clarified, his voice calm yet carrying an undertone of something deeper.

“I don’t think I get it,” you confessed, a shy smile forming.

He chuckled softly, the sound warm-hearted and intimate. “You will,” he told you simply, his big eyes glimmering with quiet confidence.

Kneeling beside you, Taehyun opened the bottle with his fingers, the cap releasing a faint, demulcent scent. The sweet smell filled the air, delicate and calming. He warmed a small amount of oil between his hands and pressed them gently to your shoulders. The heat of his touch spread through your skin; the sensation was so relaxing; it felt like liquid calm flowing through you.

His movements were firm yet gentle as he spread the oil on your skin, calming you almost instantly. “This isn't just a massage,” he murmured, his voice gentle. “It's my way of showing you how much I adore every part of you.”

His hands moved with purpose, starting at your neck and working down your shoulders. The tension you’d been holding onto seemed to melt away beneath his meticulous touch. The hot oil only made his movements softer, each stroke easing your muscles into a state of tranquility.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered as he continued pressing into the right spots, taking away the remnants of the day’s stress. “I want you to feel how much I appreciate you.”

When his hands reached your lower back, you couldn't help but gasp, the sensation of his fingers kneading sending a wave of relief through you. The mellowness spread through your body, grounding you but also stirring something deeper.

With deliberate care, his hands moved lower, brushing along your thighs. Each rub had a purpose—a careful balance of comfort and spark. Your body relaxed even further under his touch, but there was a quiet tension too—one that wasn’t just physical.

“Relax, love,” he murmured, as if feeling the same, his voice calm. “Tonight is yours.”

Your focus was narrowing to the rhythm of his hands. His touch was like a promise—a vow without words, each movement speaking more than anything he could say. As his hands moved to the curve of your hips, you instinctively arched toward him, drawn by his touch.

“Taehyun…” His name escaped you, soft and almost vulnerable.

The way he lightly grabbed you, savoring the moment, made you feel more cherished than you could explain. His hands never rushed, always thoughtful and deliberate, guiding you deeper into relaxation.

Leaning closer, his breath reached your ear, and his voice dropped to a whisper. “Let it all go, baby. I’ve got you.”

His words grounded you, as much a promise as the gentle caress of his hands. Every stroke seemed to strip away layers of unspoken burden, leaving only the quiet certainty that you were safe, adored, and completely present with him.

When his hands reach your lower back again, you let out a soft, unguarded moan. You couldn’t help it; the relief he was giving you was undeniable. Your body surrendered to him completely, and he responded with a quiet “Shh,” his voice both reassuring and gentle.

His hands worked methodically, moving outward before returning to center, each motion pulling you deeper into the state of bliss he’d created. As he moved lower, brushing the curve of your hips, you felt a familiar heat rise within you. The moment held a charge, yet the intimacy of it kept you grounded.

When he shifted down to your legs, he gently took your foot in his hands, the cool oil against your skin making your toes curl before his thumbs pressed into the tender arch, coaxing a low hum from you.

“You’re amazing at this,” you murmured, your voice thick with gratitude and relaxation.

He chuckled softly, moving to your other foot. “You deserve to be taken care of,” he said, his voice warm and resolute. “This is just one of the ways I’ll show you.”

Every muscle in your body seemed to relax; your senses heightened with each stroke of his hands. When he moved up your thighs, the warmth in your chest spread further, and you bit your lip, trying to hold back the sensations his touch stirred.

The moment felt charged but also peaceful—a delicate balance of connection and intimacy. Taehyun worked with meticulous care, each motion dissolving layers of tension you hadn’t even realized were there. His fingertips moved in small, deliberate circles, easing knots you’d grown used to carrying. “Let me take this from you,” he murmured, his tone quiet yet determined.

When his hands brushed the sensitive curve of your ass, you tensed instinctively, but Taehyun paused, leaning forward, his murmur against your ear. “You’re so beautiful when you let yourself relax,” he whispered, his voice a balsamic presence. “Trust me. Let’s go. I’m here.”

With a soft exhalation, you released the last of your hesitation, feeling yourself melt under his thoughtful touch. The air between you felt electric, yet everything remained restful. In that space, there were only the two of you—the outside world stopped to exist.

“I need you to turn around now, babe,” he requested, his voice gentle yet commanding.

His hands guided you lightly as you shifted onto your back, his touch steady, ensuring you were comfortable. “You’re really testing my self-control, you know that?” Taehyun murmured with a playful tone, making you smile.

Starting at your sides, his hands moved with intention, slowly easing the tension in your body. “You’re so tense,” he said, his tone almost tender. “Let’s get loose tonight, princess.”

The rhythm of his touch was slow and steady, each movement helping you relax, the quiet music in the background grounding the moment. His hands slid over your boobs, grabbing gently. He traces your nipples with his fingers, which hardened them. “Your body responds to my touch so perfectly,” he murmured quietly.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he said, a teasing lilt in his voice as his palms slid lower. “It’s not fair, really.” His tone was light, but there was something deeper in his words that made your heart flutter.

His hands moved with care, brushing over your rib cage. He paused for a moment, watching you with a look that muted his teasing. “You’re amazing, you know that?” he added with a small laugh, his voice hearty.

“I mean it,” he said, a grin in his voice. “You’ve got me hooked.”

A soft laugh escaped you, and you felt the last of the tension leave your body under his touch.

Leaning closer, his breath brushed again over your ear, and his voice dropped to a mumble. “And you’re so sexy like this.” He said, and his hands moved lower, gliding over your hips with a consistent rhythm that felt both comforting and reassuring.

His fingers graze lightly against the sensitive skin of your pelvis, the rising temperature keeping you in the present moment. Your breath caught—not from unease, but from the quiet intensity of being so fully cared for, as if every touch carried unspoken words. Cautiously, he opened your legs and positioned himself between them, sitting on his knees. He traced your groin with an almost annoying calm touch, noticing the texture of your skin.

“Please, Tae.” You let out an anxious groan.

“Calm down, sweetie; I want to make you feel good.” He replied as his fingers started to brush your outer labia.

You squeezed your eyes, inhaling deeply as warmth spread through your body. The air felt charged, as if it too held its breath in a shared moment of stillness, where only tenderness lingered, undisturbed by the world outside.

“Do you know how strong you are?” Taehyun asked delicately; his voice was barely louder than a whisper but filled with conviction, while placing his fingers on your inner labia. His movements were full of precision, firm but gentle, as though ensuring every motion honored your trust. “You amaze me—not just by what you do, but by who you are, you know?”

You exhaled deeply, your body yielding to his care. The faint scent of the oils mixed with the erotism of the moment created an almost sacred environment. Your legs shifted slightly, a subtle adjustment that made his touch even more fluid and precise.

“You are beautiful, doll.” He started massaging your clit after he finally reached it.

“Baby!” You opened your eyes wide and moaned with joy.

“It's all right, sweetie; let me make you feel good.” He stroked you just right, which sent a shiver through your whole body. You tried to hold back your sounds, but the way he touched you made it impossible.

“Oh, Tae…” You whimpered, and he grinned, his gaze never leaving your face, studying every shift in your expression, knowing exactly what to do and how to make you melt.

He would pause whenever he sensed you were nearing your climax, slowing his movements just enough to keep you hanging on the edge. His hands traced along your hips, his voice low and tempting. “Breathe, my love.” A soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Let’s slow down for a moment. I want to enjoy this with you a little longer.”

Your breathing evened out as you followed his rhythm, the continuous pulse of his touch grounding you. His hands moved in a gentle but firm way as his fingertips traced dim, comforting patterns along your thighs. Every motion seemed designed to quiet down, to ease, and to draw out the sensation without rushing it.

After that, his fingers returned to your sweet spot, his touch unwavering and focused. Each movement was delicate and intentional, with the right amount of pressure, as if he understood exactly what you needed. And he knew, after all, he was a very observant husband.

“So good, Tae,” you whispered, your eyes closed.

“I want you to feel wonderful, princess.” He winked and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

He watched you intently, adjusting his rhythm to match your reactions, making sure each movement was giving you pleasure. With every careful touch, the tension melted away, leaving only the warmth of the moment.

When you started to have spasms all over your body, Taehyun boldly moved his index finger toward your hole, extremely soaked at this point, and positioned the tip there. He chuckled softly as your pussy practically sucked his finger due to your extreme arousal.

“So eager, doll,” he murmured as he finally placed his finger at your g-spot and skillfully massaged it while continuing to stroke your clit. You were set on fire by this simple gesture, and you increased your moans.

“Yes, love. You’re so beautiful like this.” Taehyun whispered.

“Taehyun,” you murmured, your voice soft, quivering with emotion you couldn’t quite define. You were rolling your eyes, groaning uncontrollably, and the heat was nearly unbearable. Your breathing grew erratic, with soft sounds spilling from your lips more frequently.

He leaned in, his voice enticing against your ear. “I’m here,” he murmured, his voice steady and filled with unwavering affection. “I’ve got you. Always.” With a tender smile, he pressed a kiss to your stomach, his touch heartening and reassuring. “Let go, darling,” he encouraged, his words a quiet command wrapped in care.

With a shuddering exhale and a moan that was almost a yell, you released vigorously, the tension unraveling in a powerful wave that left you trembling. It wasn’t just physical; it felt deeper, as though a weight you hadn’t even realized you were carrying had finally lifted. In its place was an overwhelming sense of freedom, a lightness that filled every part of you, leaving you unburdened, exposed, yet cradled in a space of absolute care and understanding.

With a big smile on his face, Taehyun moved a lock of hair away from your face. With a tone of calm appreciation, he muttered, “I'm so proud of you, baby.” He stopped and laid his hands lightly on your thighs. “You're safe. Slow down and take a deep breath. I’ve got you.”

When you opened your eyes, his gaze was on you, filled with a tenderness that made your chest tighten. There was a reverence in his eyes, an understanding that reached beyond the physical.

Your voice was filled with astonishment in addition to appreciation as you whispered, “Thank you.” The words flowed out of you smoothly as a tiny smile crept over your lips.

As he ran his fingers down your arm, his eyes glinted with amusement. “You don't need to thank me.” His tone was light but sincere as he taunted, “You know, my favorite job is making you cum.”

“I'm lucky that you're very capable of that.” You declared, letting out a little chuckle.

“Feeling better?” Taehyun asked, his voice low and tender as he lay beside you, his gaze concentrated on you. A small, knowing smile played on his lips as his fingers traced little circles on your skin.

You nodded, letting your eyes fall shut, your body melting into the comfort of his touch. “A lot better,” you murmured, your voice faint and content.

“You’re amazing, you know,” he said, the quiet sincerity in his words making your heart skip a beat. “Even when you don’t see it, I do.”

Your smile expanded as you turned to face him and felt his fingers lightly entwined with yours. The bond between you felt natural and unbreakable in the silence—a sliver of peace in a world that seemed to vanish for the time being. Your eyes met his, and you let out a satisfied gasp.

“You’re unbelievable,” you whispered, amazement lacing your voice. “I didn’t know it was possible to feel this... all.”

“That’s the goal, isn’t it?” He teased, his tone mischievous but underpinned with sincerity.

“But how did you learn this? And what do you know about the sacred feminine?” You questioned, interest piqued, your voice carrying a mix of intrigue and wonder.

“I might have read something on Google,” he confessed, a small grin breaking across his lips, and you laughed. A boyish shrug accompanied his next words. “And I might’ve picked up a few tricks from some online tutorials. Turns out, you really can learn anything on the internet.”

With an arched brow and a vivacious twinkle in your eyes, you turned over onto your side and faced him directly. “You're way too good at this.” You teased, though the admiration was more than evident.

Taehyun mirrored your expression, his lips quirking into a grin. His hand rested lightly on your hip, his thumb tracing gentle, idle patterns that sent waves of comfort through you. “What can I say?” he replied, his voice teasing. “I’m a man of many talents.”

“Clearly,” you shot back with a joyous roll of your eyes, though your gaze softened as it locked with his. “But now I’m dying to know—how long have you been holding out on me?”

Taehyun’s smile deepened, and he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper against your lips. “I wasn’t holding out,” he murmured, his tone laced with quiet intensity. “I was just waiting for the perfect moment to show you.”

Your breath caught at the significance of his words, your heart skipping as you searched for his gaze. “And tonight, was the perfect moment?” you asked softly, your voice betraying the vulnerability stirred by his care.

His eyes didn’t waver, steady and filled with an unspoken emotion that felt unmistakable. “Tonight, you needed it,” he replied, his voice a weak, intimate rumble. “And I wanted to give you exactly what you deserve.”

The anticipation between you both grew, charged with the energy of the raw fragility of the moment. Taehyun’s dark and deep eyes held yours with a certainty that made your chest swell and your pulse quicken. His thumb traced the curve of your waist, and you felt the gentle friction—a touch that spoke of devotion and a quiet, fierce affection.

“And what happens now, Tae?” You asked, the question laced with desire.

“Whatever you want to happen, babe.” He replied, a smile playing on his lips that made your heart stutter.

“I want you.” You whispered, your voice dropping to a husky murmur. In one smooth motion, Taehyun rolled so he was on top of you, his body pressing into yours.

“Yeah?” He leaned in, lips brushing your ear, sending a wave of warmth cascading down your neck. His voice was low and seductive, and you nodded, heart in your throat, your fingers finding their way to the hem of his shirt.

As he allowed the shirt to slide up and over his head, showcasing his toned and sculpted abs and chest, Taehyun's eyes never left yours. He shuddered a little when you touched his warm skin, and you could feel the thick, powerful muscles in his back tensing beneath your palm.

“Now you relax, baby,” you said, your voice thick with desire. “Let me take care of you now.”

Your fingers traced the waistband of his pants, fingers dipping into the soft fabric as you began to pull them down. He inhaled deeply, like he was trying to control himself, his eyes meeting yours again as if seeking reassurance, and you nodded, pressing a sweet kiss to his shoulder before sliding them down. His skin was burning beneath your touch, a perfect contrast to the cool of the air conditioner in the room that you couldn’t even remember at the moment since it seemed like the two of you were on fire.

“I’m yours,” he whispered, the words raw, vulnerable, and heavy in the quiet of the room. The moment stretched out between you, thick and electric. There was no rush, only the steady beat of your hearts, the silent acknowledgment of what was happening.

You finally reached the hem of his underwear, pulling it down slowly, as if savoring every fleeting moment. Your hand encased him, feeling the heat and hardness of his cock beneath your fingers, like a steel bar wrapped in velvet. A wave of desire spread through you, deeper than any physical sensation. His breathing grew heavier, and his eyes locked onto yours, reflecting raw trust and something profound—a silent acknowledgment of the bond that tethered your souls. You started pumping his length, which made him hiss and groan.

“Baby…” With a moan, he took your hand off his aching shaft. He glared at you as he placed his dick into the opening of your pussy. “Can I…”

“Yes, please.” Your voice was low, thick with longing. “I need you, all of you.”

With no more words, he invaded you, feeling your heat envelop him. You both sighed, as if you were finally completing the last piece of a puzzle. As he began to move, you wrapped your hands around him, pressing gentle kisses to his lips and cheeks. He let his body sink into yours, movements perfectly synchronized, an unspoken dance of trust and passion.

“You’re so perfect for me,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. “Pussy so good, make me go crazy.”

Every touch and look contributed as evidence of the link that was carefully cultivated between you. He moved with you, slow and methodical, and your hands entangled themselves in his hair, drawing him closer.

“I don’t ever want to be without you,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

“You never will be,” you mouthed back, holding him tighter, as if to seal that promise. “I’m yours, always.”

You knew without a doubt that what you shared was more than passion—it was the connection of twin flames, a force that resonated deep within you, transcending the physical and reaching into the divine.

A shared breath, a touch that conveyed affection, passion, and trust, and the hum of the air surrounded you both. His hands moved over your flesh, tracing and exploring the lines and curves that he loved so much.

“Every part of you is my home,” he told you as he locked his eyes with yours. His voice was unwavering in its straightforwardness, and your body responded eagerly.

“And you’re mine,” you whispered, your voice trembling with devotion. “I found my forever in you.”

He leaned down, lips brushing yours, teasing and tender, before deepening the kiss. Breaking it, Taehyun’s hands found yours, fingers interlacing as he pressed them against the mattress beside your head, anchoring you to the moment. His lips found yours again, this time more fervent, a clash of yearning and tenderness, and you surrendered to it, letting yourself be enveloped by him.

“I love you,” he whispered, as if saying it was as vital as his next breath.

“I love you, too,” you replied, and for a moment those three words made the time stop, you two inside of a bubble of passion.

The rhythm of his thrusting increased instinctively, and as you both gave in to the emotion that engulfed you, words escaped your lips.

"Tae...” you mumbled, a tightening in your lower stomach signaling the climax approaching.

“I know, baby. Me too,” he responded, his voice deep and steady, as if reading your mind. “Let’s go together.”

With a few more thrusts, the orgasm overtook you, and he soon followed, painting your walls white. You both exhaled loud gasps that were mingling in the space between your breaths. The shivers that racked your body only deepened the urgency of a kiss, which you gave him, a desperate claim to the moment that felt like it would last forever.

He took his dick out of your pussy while panting loudly, then fell onto the bed with his eyes closed in exhaustion. You paused to regain air to your lungs, your quivering fingers reaching out and grazing his face before following the sharp line of his jaw. His breath hitched at your touch, and you felt him soften, his presence drawing closer. Your hand slid to the nape of his neck, pulling him in until your foreheads touched, and you gave him a quick peck on the lips. The moment was heavy with unspoken emotion, the charge between you impossible to ignore.

“You always make me feel whole,” you muttered, closing your eyes as you lay on his chest, your voice barely audible.

He wrapped his arms around you, hands resting on your waist. His fingers skimmed your skin, memorizing every curve.

“That’s because I see you.” His gaze softened, and his voice dropped to a husky murmur that seemed to vibrate through you. “Every part of you. And tonight, I needed you to feel it—just how much you mean to me.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and as you opened your eyes to meet his, you saw it—something deeper than lust. Love, pure and unwavering, shone in his gaze.

"Taehyun...” you whispered, your voice trembling under the weight of the moment. “You always know exactly what I need.”

His smile was soft, unassuming, the charming dimple appearing for a fleeting moment. “That’s because I’m yours,” he said, voice sure and stable. “And you’re mine.”

“And I wouldn’t want it any other way,” you stated, savoring the feel of his skin, the tenderness of his breath, and the way your bodies fit perfectly together.

“I’ll always find you, YN.” Taehyun whispered, his voice low and intimate. “I made a vow on our wedding day, and I intend to keep it for the rest of my life.”

“And I’m so glad we’re building our life together,” you said, caressing his chest.

“No matter where you are or how you feel, I'm here forever,” he spoke, a playful glint in his eyes. “If I’m not beside you, I’ll probably be inside you, though.”

You laughed, a hearty sound that made his smile widen, and gave him a soft bite on his shoulder. The world seemed to stand still, cradling the two of you in its quiet embrace. Candlelight flickered across his face as he cupped your cheeks, his thumb brushing over your skin with tender deliberation.

“You are the best thing that ever happened to me,” you said, your voice thick with emotion. “You make me feel at peace when life is pure chaos.”

“YN,” he began softly, his voice raw with sincerity. “You don’t know how much you mean to me. Watching you carry so much on your own... I just want to ease that burden. I want you to feel loved and cared for—every single day.”

Tears welled in your eyes, the weight of his sincerity settling deep within you. You placed your hands over his, holding him steady. “Taehyun, you already do. Just being with you... it’s everything I need.”

His dimpled smile returned as he leaned in, resting his forehead against yours. “You deserve the world, YN. And if I can give even a piece of that to you, then I’m doing something right.”

Your lips curved into a soft smile as a single tear slipped down your cheek. “You’re more than I could’ve ever asked for,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

The moment stretched, quiet and intimate, a shared breath of peace and promise. When Taehyun kissed you again, it wasn’t just passion—it was love, woven into every deliberate movement.

“I love you,” you whispered, the glow of the candles reflecting in his adoring eyes.

“I love you more,” he replied, voice soft and playful.

You laughed gently, shaking your head. “Let’s not start that game. We’ll be here all night.”

“Maybe that’s exactly what I want,” he teased, brushing his lips over yours in a featherlight kiss.

As the music faded into silence, you nestled into the warmth of his embrace, knowing that no matter what the world outside held, you had everything you needed right here.

elle speaks⁴: these two, im crying 😭😭😭 they're so cute. i wish you all can experience a love so beautiful and strong like theirs. hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading ♡

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"Hyung she's crying again!"

You hit Seungkwan on the back, quickly wipping your tears before your boyfriend sees you. Jeonghan walks to the living where you were, in contrast to your somber mood he is all smiles todaay.

"Where, let me see. Aw jagi don't hide, I wasn't going to tease you" he says as he teases you

Seungkwan shakes his head, he takes his bag before walking to the door "I'm leaving, I can't handle you two this early in the morning. Hyung we need to leave in an hour" he reminds the older one before leaving out the door.

When you hear the door click, you walk back towards Han's bedroom to help him finish packing "Is this all you're bringing?" you ask

"Were you really crying?"

"Where's your passport? toothbrush? medicine?"

"It's a few days, I'll come back"

"You should bring an extra jacket just in case, you get cold easily" you ignore your boyfriend's words, opting to do it yourself instead of answering him.

You fold the jacket and put it beside his bag, double checking everything even though you know everything's already there.

"Will you look at me? I'm leaving in an hour and you're avoiding me"

This finally got you to stop tinkering around his room and finally look at him, it's like your eyes first reaction whenever you see him nowadays is to start tearing up.

"Aw baby, why are you crying so much nowadays? Are you pregnant?" Han walks over to you, giving you a hug

"Shut up" you hit him on the shoulder, "It's just... this will be the last time you go overseas for a schedule before you know..."

"I always go though, how is that any different? I'm still here"

"It is different. When you're on tour I know where you are, I know when you're coming back. I know you're just out there living your best life. I can text you anytime and you'll call when you're free. It's fine with me because I know you're coming home"

He listens attentively to your words, patting you on the back to give some comfort. "I'll still come home, we still have some time before I go. Besides it's not like I'm not gonna be your boyfriend after I enlist"

"Don't say that!"

"With the way you're crying it's like that's what's happening" he laughs, giving you a loving kiss on top of your head.

"When I get back, let's go out. anywhere you want to go. You and me"

"Okay" you answer sadly

You feel Jeonghan take a deep breath, hugging you even tighter before speaking up again

"I'm not going anywhere, you're going to be stuck with me even after the buzzcut and bald head. They allow phones there now so I'll call you after trainings, we'll see each other on my rest days. It's like I was never gone" he promises "You won't even know I'm gone" he tells you

"I will, I'll know" you mumble, such simple words but he can feel the sadness in your voice.

Jeonghan's sad too. He might not say it out loud for your sake because he's trying to show you a strong front but he's sad, he's so used to you being one call away. Despite his very hectic schedule, you always make time for him. Sometimes he feels guilty for always making you wait for him.

"This will be the last time you wait for me, okay? After this I'm all yours" he tells you.

He don't say it outright but his words mean so much more. He don't want you to wait for him anymore and he's not talking about this schedule overseas or his enlistment.

For now he don't elaborate, for now he hugs you and kisses you goodbye. It's just a flight away, after all what matters is as long as the two of you are under the same sky and looking at the same stars.

You'll always be right there, right where he always comes back for you.