Rapport.

rapport.

ଘ pairing: fushiguro toji x female reader 

ଘ genre: smut, alternate universe ( canon divergence ), toji lives, housewife!reader, husband!toji, stoner!toji 

ଘ word count: est. 6.3k 

ଘ beware: fushiguro toji’s third housewife arc, big daddy toji, filthy smut i am not ashamed, dirty talk, pet names, lots of cussing, usage of marijuana, usage of alcohol (briefly), oral sex (m!receiving, f!mentioned), choking, toji is 6′5″ and has a monster cock (get off your ass and get on the court with lebron), slight dubcon, daddy kink, size kink, degradation, overstimulation, descriptions of rough sex, unprotected sex (toji is the type to say he’s too big for condoms lbr), anal play, cum play, watersports (briefly mentioned), some descriptions of marijuana, toxic relationships, a slight tiny moment where toji’s implied to be a cheater but not really, slight angst if you squint, deadbeat husband and father fushiguro toji, soft toji at the end because why not

ଘ synopsis: you knew that a relationship with toji would be difficult. you expected both of you to come home to an empty house at some point in your relationship. what you didn’t expect was the love of your life neglecting you after disappearing for months. mind clouded with need for him, you’ve decided enough is enough. attention will be had. 

ଘ song recommendation: lose my mind - tamia, some nights - taeyeon, nasty - ariana grande

ଘ notes:  read on ao3.  i’m not new to writing fics, but i am new to writing jjk fics. i’m down bad for any man who brings a glock to a dragon fight and that man rn is toji. i hope you enjoy reading 6k of toji being a lil nasty! reblogs and interactions are loved!

how in the hell did you end up becoming involved with the sorcerer killer? sure, many girls your age were thrilled by the concept of a bad boy, that was true. bad boys, meaning, trust fund posers who drove motorcycles co-signed by their rich ceo daddies; drenched down in designer cologne, shades, and italian leather jackets to look the part. frauds. little boys. girls like you did not get involved with dangerously handsome men, infamous assassins like fushiguro toji. so why did you? 

you wonder this each day. not a second guess or regret of your decision to be with him, but more like a recurring thought in your head at all hours when he isn’t around. during any task, too. as you pick up a bloody shirt he threw haphazardly over the couch in the apartment. while scrubbing a spot on a dirty plate as you washed the dishes from last night’s dinner he didn’t come home to. when you lay awake at night with stubborn tears in your eyes, loneliness capsizing your happiness and cold sheets making you miss the warmth of his hulking body next to you in bed. 

you knew that a relationship with toji would be difficult. you craved the attention of a lover and he didn’t. you expected both of you to come home to an empty apartment at some point, not just you. you were a grade two jujutsu sorcerer and toji killed people like you every day for a pack of cigarettes and a quick buck he could blow in a back alley card game. your naivety had you anticipating an average modern day couple with jobs and schedules that didn’t agree with each other. you were wrong, of course. because here you were, missing him, dressed in one of his big ol’ tees that his scent still clung to. day 31 of hoping for him to come home— fushiguro toji’s meek and mild little wifey. 

he’d been a decent boyfriend as far as you could remember. he didn’t spoil you like he spoiled his gambling problem, but he held your hand as you two went on whatever date you wanted. he whispered sweet nothings and dirty promises in your ear at dinner. he brought home gifts occasionally, claiming he thought it was your birthday when it wasn’t. he’d been a decent boyfriend, but he hasn’t been a good husband at all. 

yes, you married him. in secret. the great adversary of jujutsu society. 

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Daily Ride

Fushiguro Toji x gn!reader

!! 18+ !! MINORS DNI !!

cw: porn lol, reader’s kind of a perv, mentions of stalking and masturbation, slight mommy and daddy kink?, breeding kink, Toji is rough, penetration, overstimulation, no verbal consent.

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When your friends asked you why you started going to the 10am classes instead of the 8am ones your group usually attended you had to gather strength and try to keep your mouth shut, come up with a dumb excuse. You sealed your lips, you couldn't tell them you had changed your whole schedule due to some hot man in his 30’s, who was nowhere near interested in you. So you lied.

“Oh it’s just that the 10:30am bus is usually way too busy, the 12:30pm one is better. Just that.”

They didn’t question your reasons, but they didn’t believe you either.

Every day at 12:30 you’d get on the bus and look around for big pecs and strong arms before taking a seat or making some place for yourself. Your well-behaved-polite-sweet-citizen-persona soul would leave your body as soon as your eyes caught sight of him, pushing old people and sitting down where pregnant women should be doing so, resting their aching legs. There was no innocent child nor tired middle age worker that could steal your chance of getting a good look at those thick thighs.

Were there times when you felt guilty? Dirty? Disrespectful? Yes, of course. This wasn’t your normal self acting, it was the part of you who was obsessed with the hot daddy who’d take the same bus as you every business day at midday, his cute little son always next to him. It felt so wrong, once you’d get home and think about his hands gripping your thighs, holding them open and burying his head between your legs.

But part of that guilt made it all a little bit more exciting, in some way. Just knowing that what you were doing wasn’t right, that the way you looked at him was obscene and inappropriate, there were people around you but none of them knew any of the dirty little things that crossed your mind.

It’d get even worse during busy rides, when he had to stand and hold onto the tube or rest his back against a window, his son in his arms and his veins noticeable. Would his veins stick out like that in every part of his body?

Once he stood next to you, his back to your face with the little guy facing your way over his shoulder. You’d heard him call him by the name Megumi. He looked exactly like his father except he did actually smile every once in a while.

You didn’t mean to do it on purpose, he was just so cute with his chubby cheeks and grabby hands. It all started with you making funny faces at him, sticking out your tongue, crossing your eyes, anything that’d get him close to smiling. You gave up at some point and turned your back to him. It felt like you had been rejected not only by the big man but by his child as well.

Taking out your phone and clicking on instagram, you started playing with the app’s filters. One of a puppy popped up and you heard a small gasp behind you. Looking closely into the screen you saw Megumi’s face, the filter had caught sight of his form apparently and now the kid had two fluffy ears and a pink nose. He looked so cute you didn’t have the heart to take the filter off, instead you started playing with the effects and had the boy captivated by your “skills”. You looked for more animal filters and humored the infant.

It wasn’t until you put a frog one that you noticed a scary face appearing on your front camera. It was Megumi’s dad, who had turned around when he heard his son squeal at the elephant filter. You froze for a few seconds, then put your phone back in your pant’s pocket and played dumb, the only thing you knew how to do.

After that Megumi started waving at you everytime you got into the bus, bringing his dad’s attention to your form, standing scared and turned on in a corner of the vehicle. You cursed the gremlin for that, but were also glad his daddy was finally looking at you, even if it was with a judge-full stare.

Exam’s weak came and your schedule was fucked up. Again. Some of your professors decided to take the exams really late in the afternoons, so you got out of uni a bit too late. It was winter so the days were shorter, the sun going down by the time you were heading towards the bus stop.

One night you had to take the 10pm bus and were surprised with familiar dark eyes staring into yours. He still wore that cold expression on his face, indifference. You thought about saying something to him, maybe waving like his kid would wave at you? Shit you actually needed that little bastard.

You decided against it, sitting on a seat diagonally in front of him, a few feet ahead. That way you could check him out without being intimidated by his presence, it was just you and three other people inside the bus after all.

“What’s your name?” His voice caught you off guard and you did a little jump in your seat. Was he talking to you? He had to be, the other people were a bit too far to hear him and two of them had their earphones in.

You looked up from his thighs full of shame you’d been caught staring, again. You told him your name, it was almost a whisper.

His eyes burned your skin as he scanned your face and body, stopping at your hands and licking his bottom lip.

“Hm.” That was all he said.

If you had been disrespectful with the way you looked at him for the past weeks, he was practically violating every right regarding one’s privacy. He wasn’t physically close to you but you could feel his hands touching you, squeezing your thighs and slapping your ass, leaving wet kisses all over your neck.

“Come sit over here.” His eyes never leaving yours.

His intentions weren’t clear to you, but you weren’t about to miss out on such an opportunity. Getting up from your seat and walking carefully over to the one in front of him, your hands gripping the hard material of the armrest to keep you steady. You were hesitating, part of you was intrigued and the other going completely nuts.

“It’s okay, I don’t bite.” And before you could stop yourself…

“That’s a shame.” your mouth betrayed you.

You cursed yourself for being so stupidly horny foward, all that time keeping your distance and tryring not to expose yourself (lustful stares apart) for nothing. He smiled though, it was small but you could see his lip scar wrinkle. Fuck he was so hot.

“So you’re as bold with words as you are with your body language I guess” he said as you sat down in front of him.

You weren’t, you really weren’t. You were just a dumb uni student heading straight to horny jail. You stayed silent, you knew if you opened your mouth you’d just make a fool of yourself. Instead, your eyes roamed his body once again, you’d memorized every dip and curve of it but the burning sensation in your lower belly would never get old.

You wanted to play along, to be cocky, maybe a little slutty but you didn’t have it in you. You didn’t need to though, he wasn’t a fan of talking after all.

To anyone else looking at you it would’ve seemed strange, how you looked at him through your lashes and bit your lip nervously, leg bouncing up and down in an anxious rhythm. You moved first, lifting up your right foot and pressing against his right leg, going up to his thigh without breaking eye contact. Your breathing was heavy and his eyes were half lidded, not a single reaction on his face. Once you reached his bulge you decided to look down, hungry and expectant, shifting in the bus seat to try and change your position to a more… relieving one.

Before you could sort of stroke his length with your dirty shoe, his hand came down and made its way inside your loose pants. He gripped your calf and pulled, getting your bottom half of your body to slide off the seat and be almost resting on his lap. It wasn’t a very comfortable position, your back was slightly arched and your ass was hanging at the edge of the cushioned seat. Either way, he managed to snake his hand up your leg and reach your thigh, gripping and massaging the meat and fat covering your bones. You wanted to squeal.

It wasn’t enough and he knew it, but he kept playing with your legs, squishing and pinching. He even rested one of your feet up on his shoulder and bit your ankle.

It was just you two and one more passenger left in the bus when he leaned over your worked up body and manhandled you onto his lap, placing you right on top of his hardening, covered, dick. You wanted so badly to rip his clothes off right there and then, but it would’ve been impossible with the other person and the driver in there with you as well. So you had to make do of what you had.

You started rocking your hips and finally caught his lips in yours, biting and sucking, running your tongue over his scar. Your hands were on his hair, tugging, making him grunt and feeding your ego with every moan he tried to swallow. The friction between your bodies was enough to relieve your pulsating sex but not quite what you wanted, you needed him.

You tried to unbutton his jeans several times, but each one he’d grab your hands and lick your fingers or distract you in some other way, biting your earlobe, groping your ass, running his hands under your shirt and over your perky nipples. It was hard keeping your mouth shut, trying not to moan or whine, but you had to if you wanted it to last.

He kept teasing you for a while, until you realized the bus was nearing your stop and couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please just let me cum, please I promise I-I won’t stare at you anymore I-I’ll stop being a perv please just-” You couldn’t stop your little slut speech because his hands were down on his jeans, unbuttoning and pulling down enough to free himself from his underwear.

“Jesus, are you that desperate?” His tone was condescending, a cocky look on his face. He got close to your ear and whispered. “You really want me to fuck you in this bus? You’ve grown tired of your own fingers not living up to your fantasies huh?”

All you could do was nod, his cheek against yours and his lips brushing your ear were making your hormones go crazy. His hands were on your lower back, digging into your skin and pushing the fabric covering your ass. He lowered your pants enough to leave your hole out in the air, clenching and unclenching in anticipation.

Now this man wasn’t patient, but there was no way you could’ve known that. He pushed two fingers past your lips and inside your mouth, covered them in your own saliva and then brought them down to your hole, pushing past your entrance and opening you up roughly. It stinged and you almost let out a yelp, but his other hand covered your mouth.

“Shut up dummy, don’t be a brat we both know you can take it.” His words shouldn’t have turned you on as much as they did, he was mean and not gentle at all, but you couldn’t lie. You both could feel how you’d hug his fingers tight even though you tried to push away, moving your pelvis backwards only to fall back down and making his fingers go deeper inside you.

He didn’t take his time, after a few thrusts of his fingers going in and out, curling and scissoring, he took them out and grabbed around his dick, his thumb running over the pink tip. You had been so busy trying to keep your mouth shut while he abused your little hole that you hadn’t even taken a look at him. He was thick, not too long but not short either, but what really caught your attention was the head of his cock. So pink, so glossy with precum, you wanted to lick it and maybe even graze your teeth slightly over it just to get a reaction out of him. It looked so sensitive, maybe he’d moan-or even better, he’d whine.

A burning sensation brought you back to reality, the painful push of his fat member trying to follow the path his fingers did a few seconds ago. His hand was still over your mouth, so big and rough muffling every little sound you made, maybe even wiping a few tears that’d roll down your cheeks. It was such an overwhelming sensation, his grip on your hip, his cock inside of you, pushing and poking, his hand almost suffocating you and his unsteady breathing on your ear.

You pictured his red tip, soft and glistening with juices, pressing against your insides, every hit sending shivers down his spine and making his legs feel weak. You could tell he was aroused, even more than you, he had lost complete control of his breathing, his hip thrusts were getting erratic and the way he was squishing your skin made you feel like you were the one in control, not him. It didn’t matter, ‘cause you came first.

For a moment, you really thought the one losing their mind was him, even though you had been the one stalking him, observing from a distance, touching yourself to the thought of him. Hell you didn’t even know his name yet you’d go home every night from monday to friday, ready to take your clothes off and moan “daddy” and other imaginary names you’d give to his image. So it shouldn’t have surprised you when he made you come in less than 10 minutes, by hitting that special spot repeatedly and biting on your neck.

It took him five more minutes to reach his orgasm and you didn’t even complain from the overstimulation, you accepted it gladly. You felt so warm once he stuffed you full of his cum, white gloss trying to escape your hole once he pulled out.

“There you go, maybe you could be Megumi’s new mama, if you weren’t such a dummy.”

♡ Sharing -: ✧ :-゜・．

✧ Summary: Haikyuu captains sharing you with their best friends.

✧ Characters: Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Daichi, Sugawara, Kita, Aran, Atsumu, Ushijima, Tendou, Kuroo, Kenma, Bokuto, Akaashi.

✧ CW. AFAB reader, consensual cucking, voyeurism, dom! W/sub! Reader, size k!nk, dacryphilia, oral (m. & f. Receiving), fingering, spank!ng, dirty talk, pu$sy slap, edging, overstim, full Nelson, chok!ng, degradation, praise, handjob(?), exhibitionism, MDNI

Tokyo rev version

#tags. @festive @yuujispinkhair @shigadabni (come get ur blond fox) @r1nf4iry

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»» Oikawa + Iwaizumi

“If you want to come you better beg." A deep growl falls on your ears but how can you form any words when the muscular ace has his cock buried so deep inside you. Rough palms pressed your knees to your chest and with each thrust, he hit your cervix

"Hajime, please please, need to cum s'bad," Your clouded mind forgot your brunette lover's presence. But you're soon reminded when your wrist is grabbed by a large hand,"No slacking off, baby." Oikawa guides your fist on his cock, leaky tip throbbing under your touch.

“Don’t forget who you belong to.” The possessive tint to his words made your pussy clench around his friend's cock,"'m sorry, Tooru," Your hand resumes to jerk him while Iwaizumi wrecked your pussy with rough strokes right on your cervix.

Just as you feel the band in your belly snap, a feeling of emptiness washes over you. The spikey haired ace fisted his angry red dick at the sight of you whimpering underneath them,"Aww, did you really think you're allowed to cum on anything other than my cock?"

Oikawa coos, kneading your breasts in his large palms before pinching the hard buds harshly. Iwaizumi chuckles at your squeak, releasing hot spurts of white on your fluttering cunt. He delivered a hard slap on your pussy,"Be good f'your boyfriend, yeah?"

»» Daichi + Sugawara

“You feel amazing.” Pretty brown eyes admire you with gentle hands tracing your body,"No more," Your hot palms pressed on the setter's chest as your body trembled above him,"No more, daddy." Your eyes flew to land on the captain's dark brown ones, begging for relief.

“You can take it, you’ve done it before.” His smirk told you he won't let you rest anytime soon, “Be a good girl for daddy.” Sugawara's hands cupped your breasts as they slid up your torso slowly, drumming his fingers gently on your heated skin

"Yeah be a good girl for daddy." With a shuddering breath, you resume bouncing on the grey haired man's cock, your pussy quivering from overstimulation. They had made you cum thrice on their mouths and fingers before this and you're sure the session is barely over,

"Think you can take Asahi next, baby?"

»» Ushijima + Tendou

Through your blurred gaze you could see the red haired man's smirk,"You look cute like this, baby." Breasts heaving with shallow pants from the two men's antics as you whimper,"'Toshi, please, lemme cum, will be good f'ya'."

Your sob clashes with Tendou's chuckle,"Where's the fun in that?" Long fingers slide inside your folds with ease,"When we can have you moaning like a whore like this," Your thighs close around his arm when he nudges your sweet spot again.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs.” A deep voice rumbles near your chest and soon your nipple is engulfed in a hot mouth,"Maybe he'll let you cum then." You don't believe him but you obey your dark haired boyfriend's words anyway.

Ushijima gives a rewarding tweak to your other bud and watches with amused eyes as you squirm under him. Tendou hums, pressing his thumb to your clit and teasing the puffy bundle of nerves till you're crying out all sweet for him,“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you." Maybe he will let you cum this time.

»» Kuroo + Kenma

“Use your tongue.” Kuroo whispered into your skin as his hands wrapped around your body, holding you still for his friend. Dyed blond locks brushed soft on your thighs with Kenma's hum resonating against your wet folds.

The setter pressed a kiss on your puffy clit before licking a smooth strip up your slit. Kuroo's knees held your legs apart so that you don't crush Kenma's head. A globe of hot liquid dropped on your pussy followed by a soft snicker.

Your head falls back on the team captain's shoulders with an unintentionally loud moan as Kenma slides in two slender fingers through your entrance.

"Be quiet," Kuroo purrs in your ear, fingers massaging your breasts through your shirt. He's got you on his lap in the boy's locker room as his friend knelt between your legs,“If we get caught I’m killing you.”

Your complain dies down to a whimper when Kenma curls his fingers upwards,“Oh kitten, don’t make me tell you twice." Kuroo pinches both your nipples with a devious smirk.

»» Bokuto + Akaashi

Your mind is foggy as your jaw aches from hanging open for so long but the hand behind your your head keeps you from pulling away as the dark haired setter in front of you continued to fuck your face,“You’re so sexy when you’re hot and bothered.”

A moan vibrated on Akaashi's cock at his captain's words,"Fuck," Hearing the usually composed and calculated man curse under his breath made a fresh gush of arousal wash over you,"Oh, oh fuck,” Bokuto's golden eyes roll back from how good your cunt feels around him, tighter and wetter than ever before.

“You can get louder, can’t you?” His grip on your hips becomes almost bruising as he goes harder, plunging his cock deeper. Bringing his palm down on your ass, Bokuto snickers,"Be a bit louder for us, yeah?" Akaashi's hips stutter from the loud whimper you let out. His vein pulses on your tongue before he's cumming in your mouth,"Swallow."

Another slap is delivered on the aching cheek when you falter at your boyfriend's command. His junior shudders when he feels you gulp around his sensitive cock before pulling out,"Good girl." He caresses your tear stained face. Your arms give out under you when Bokuto starts fucking you mercilessly.

Grabbing your wrists, he pulls them behind you as his hips met yours with messy wet slaps,"Now, I want to hear you scream."

»» Kita + Aran

"Too big," You huff, pressing your cheek to the sheets,"Please, can't." A dark hand takes your chin softly and turns you to face brown eyes,"But you're doing s'good for me, darling." Aran pants as your walls wrap snug around his hard length,"She can take it,"

Your lashes flutter up to meet your boyfriend's eyes, a regaled shade of lust hazing them. Kita smiled down at you,"Right?"

Not trusting your voice, you nod with a whimper. Immediately cursing yourself for that when Aran thrusts lightly inside you and your back arches because of how his thick cock pushes in your tight cunt

"Aran, please," The said man can't help the low growl originating in his chest at your mewl.

You look so cute like this, tiny hands clawing at his bare chest as he fucks you dumb in front of his captain,"Hm, darling?" His appreciative hum is followed by a roll of his hips, he'll show you just how grateful he is that he got to be here, buried in your pussy.

Bonus:

»» Kita + Atsumu

“This feels dirty.”

“That's because it is.” Kita's lips mould into a smirk at his junior's words. You tuck your face in the blond's neck with a whimper,“Don’t pretend to be s'innocent.” The wall is cold on your naked back but Atsumu's body is hot against yours,"Not when yer' takin' my dick s'well."

His lips are a breath away from the shell of your ear. Large palms hooked under your thighs to hoist you up as he rut into you, cock hitting all the good places inside your pussy,"In front of yer' boyfriend none the less."

"'Tsumu!" Your ankles lock around his waist as your arms wrap around his shoulders,"Aw are ya' shy?" He bites your earlobe, pulling it slightly before releasing the burning cartilage. You whimper in response,"Drop the facade, y/n."

A cool hand slithers around your neck before fingers press into your jaw and turn you to meet the blond's captain,"I know you love this." Kita's lips are on yours, whisper fanning your skin before he kissed you

"No need to pretend you don't want Atsumu's cock to rearrange your guts." His words made your walls squeeze impossibly around his junior, who grunted and stilled so as not to cum right away,"Yeah? That right, baby?"

You whimper against your white haired boyfriend's lips,"Then admit it."

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Very tiny salaryman 🤏🏻🥖🌻📄

possessive boyfriend atsumu who always wants to be near you and fill you up with his cum <3

you're going to the store? he'll shove your panties aside and fuck you senseless, shooting load after load until you're completely full and dizzy with thoughts of him. surely, you can't leave without his cum dribbling out of your hole and leaking down your thighs so everyone knows you're taken.

you're studying and need to focus? how about let atsumu tests your focus by cockwarming you? he promises he won't move, just want to feel your tight hole around my dick, that's all, he says. but you can't expect him to sit still when you keep squirming and tightening up, can you? so the next time you shift in his lap, he'll bend you over the table and drills feverishly into you like there's no tomorrow.

he just loves the sight of his cum frothing between your legs, knowing fully well that you're his.

THE THIN LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE, gojou satoru.

gojou satoru x fem!reader. modern!au. hate sex. hair pulling. creampies. spanking. slight degradation. reader is a meanie. short and sweet.

CONTENT rated m for mature.

“IF MY DICK IS SO BORING WHY’FE YOU MOANING LIKE BITCH IN HEAT?” Gojou yanks your hair back even harder. “Tell me how good it feels. Admit it."

You wanted nothing more than to scream that he fucked worse than his worse enemy would. It was there. It was screaming inside of you. But good taste only barely prevailed in your spiral down.

"And lift your dicks ego? No thanks."

It was weak. Limp. But it was effective. A poor joke always worked just enough to push Gojou off the edge. At least when he was in this state. You got spanked, sent into the dreamy joy of pain that you were open to moaning through, knowing you courted insanity, your actions contradicting your words, but you didn't care. You craved more of these mad pressures, more of the fire and the heat and the want with the white haired fool that kept you invested. You wanted more of whatever you could get, and your actions transcended reason.

Whatever Gojou felt about this, right now, it felt good, and he was happy to keep going, keep pounding, just losing himself to pure spectacle and chaos, to a fire beyond sense. He wanted this, and he felt overjoyed about letting it push him, giving up completely. With a mad, balls deep thrust into you, he let everything go. His hips were ready, slamming messily and mercilessly forward as he filled you up. Again. “Best fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever fucked…shit.”

He'd lost track of the unprotected creampies he'd given you now, but he knew one more wasn't going to be the deciding factor on anything, slamming forward and filling you up with the hot, messy joy of another load. He sent you squealing into joy, noisy and chaotic and full of frenzied delight, a passion and a bliss to give in to completely, and he was happy to let all of it push him. You trembled under the thrill of another climax, another load leaving your pussy feeling warm, dizzy, and overwhelmed. It was just what you needed, the continued slide into chaos for a girl ready to give up compeltely, and Gojou didn't care about thought or control. Not with your cunt wrapped greedily around his cock, pulsating with every whine and shiver, filled to the brim with his seed, and his seed only. It was just warmth, just delight, just perfection.