It's my 7 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

And I’m back to writing now

Just a small Drabble a did based on Taehyung and his natural haired girlfriend. :) I don’t really know where it came from. I have an NSFW version as well as a longer version.

Pairing: Taehyung X Black!reader

Warnings: None

Taehyung loved your hair. From the first time he saw you walking around the corner with your fro in an elegant, defined braid out that smelled of tropical fruits when you walked by. To the very first time he seen you in a protective style that consisted of long distressed locs going down to your butt.

He lived for your versatile, 4c fluff. The bounce, the shine. It always fascinated him to watch you on your wash days. Your hair soaking up the moisturizer and conditioner. He had been listening so intently when you told him about shrinkage. And he watched in all as it stretched again when you decided to finally brush it out and twist it.

He loved it, like it seemed to have a mind of its own. Finding it cute seeing you wrestle with it in the mornings, smiling sympathetically as you complained that it didn’t do what you wanted it to at times.

It was hard to miss the giddiness that overcame him the first time you asked him to help you with your hair.

Your knotless braids had gotten a little old and you were ready for a change. And to your surprise, he was more than up for the challenge. Asking what combs to use, bringing you your creams and jellies and spray bottle.

You watched, stiffened with a sharp breath and anxiously guided him in the mirror as you directed him where to cut so you could unravel the braids and take your hair down.

His hands were surprisingly gentle, so the untangling process felt more than heavenly. And when it was finally time to wash? Oh boy.

He had watched you enough times; he knew by now how to pour the shampoo into the palm of his hand, and mix it with the water, emulsifying it. He enjoyed turning you around in the shower and massaging his fingers through your hair as he worked up a thick lather, his teeth catching his bottom lip as you let out little moans and hums of approval.

He had come to understand how intimate this act was by being with you. At first before you had moved in, he would never let him help you with your hair, or even take it down around him, but the more enthusiastic you got about your different hairstyles, your micro braids and how they framed your face or his favorite, your Afro.

The time you tried ginger passion twist, and he thought he was going to go into cardiac arrest. The way they stood out against your mocha colored skin and made it glimmer.

But your natural hair? He loved more than anything he loved the twin puffs. helping you with your twist outs. Staying up all night with fingers covered in fruity smelling conditioners as he helps you wrap. And he would get disappointed if you had to work the next morning, seeing as he wouldn’t be there to help you unravel them, watching your dark coils spring to life like the way your smile brought a spring to his heart.

Idk wtf that was.

Hello

its been years. and I know it’s like I’ve been dead. I wished I was. I’m trying to get back to writing and requests will be open. I’m doing X reader comissions for 2 dollars :) message me for details if interested.