𝙊 𝙑 𝙀 𝙍 𝙇 𝘼 𝙉 𝘿.

                    five  TRAINERS  stand before you.     one  smiles;   one  frowns;   one  snarls;    one sings;   and one is  the king who will change the world.

Rough first kiss things:

Colliding with the wall so hard one of them is gonna have bruises

Moans of pleasure mixing with a single moan of pain as one of them bites the other’s lip

Teeth being dragged along necks, mouths being dragged along jawlines

Hands fumbling at hems, zippers, buttons

One raking their fingers through the others hair before gripping at the root, hard enough to be painful

“no. you can’t go, it’s too dangerous.”

“it’s not dangerous. i’ll be fine.”

“i’m not going to let anything happen to you.” 

“you can’t keep me safe from everything.”

“just be careful.” 

“i’m always careful.”

“you’re going to get yourself hurt.”

“i won’t get hurt, i promise.”

“i won’t let them hurt you.”

“you can’t save me from this.”

“please try and stay out of trouble.”

“if anything happened to you…” 

“i’m not sure how to keep you safe.”

“i’m not going to let you out of my sight.”

“this is the only way to keep you safe.”

“you can’t keep an eye on me twenty four seven.”

“everywhere you go, i go.”

“it’s not your job to protect me.”

“it’s my job to protect you.”

“don’t worry, i’ve got you.”

“no one will hurt you as long as i’m breathing.”

“you don’t understand how dangerous this is.”

I swear I don’t ignore you, our threads, asks, meme posts and starters. I just get anxious.

I’m worried if I reply too fast you’ll think I’m desperate but if I reply too slow you’ll think I’m uninterested.

I’m worried if I don’t send memes you think I use you as a meme archive but if I do I’m annoying.

I’m worried not getting asks makes me hated but getting too many makes me a narcassist.

Send ▼ for my muse to sit in your muse’s lap of their own accord!