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loveswrites · 10 months

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Do you know when you’re going to post your next Poly Volturi? (Absolutely no rush btw take your time and always focus on you and your health first🫶) I was just wondering cause i miss you 🫶

(i don’t have any intention of sounding rude or anything im just wondering and i definitely dont wanna rush you and i ofc want you to take your time and ofc it’s important to focus on yourself first ALWAYS🫶🫶)

Nightmare Poly Volturi x reader

Time it took me: 5 hours

Word count: 2023

To anon: Hello lovely! I'm sorry for the wait it's been like a month since my last post but I've come to give you a little gift! Hope you like it! Thank you so much for your reassurance, You didn't sound rude at all I understand I was gone a LONG time. I'm surprised I even wrote this today my mind was so foggy I haven't really had a good day so I thought I'd put a smile on someone else's!

Love <3

p.s I also tried to find that spongebob meme in a gif but I couldn't find it for some reason lmk if you get it when you read it!

Turning a sharp corner your hip grazed against the cold cobblestone walls of the castle. Causing you to suck in a strong gasp of air. Rubbing your hand against the throbbing pain you felt something wet. Twisting your face up in confusion you couldn't tell what it was. There was a storm and the castle was as dark as it's ever been. The candles Cauis ordered to be lit every set of the sun for you weren't lit like they normally are. If one candle blew out, rather you were there or not he would have someone's head not long after.

"You smell delicious." You heard from no other than the exact one you were thinking about. Caius.

Still a little confused, your eyes widened. Blood. You were bleeding and Cauis was chasing you.

Resuming your slow steps turned into a fast pace run. Well as fast as you could. Your eyes burned with tears as you could hear Caius' steps quicken. Why was he doing this, you thought. Doesn't he love you?

"Are you frightened little human?" Cauis hissed out with so much venom you could taste it.

"Please stop-" You were cut off with a scream crawling out of your throat as a strong sound of thunder and lightning struck.

"Your fear reeks a phenomenal scent. I can't wait to taste you." He sneered out letting out a chilling chuckle.

You couldn't stop the tear that ran down your cheek with his statement. All you could feel was your heart pounding in your chest, So much you thought it would run into overdrive and stop. With the halls darken you ran with what little memory you could collect right now. Your brain was foggy. Your heart was hurt. And your face was stained with tears of fear. You never thought that you would die like this. The more you ran the more you realized that this was a loop. You had been running around in a circle this whole time and Cauis was still chasing you.

"Help Me! Jane! Alec! Please don't do this Caius! You're scaring me!" You screamed out looking back for the first time since you started running.

He was right there.

Pricing red eyes stared back at you menacingly.

The only sound you could get out of your mouth was a gasp. He grabbed you by your arms in a tight unbreakable grip. So tight you thought your bones would snap. You never did take your vitamins as a kid you thought. Before you could say another word he bared his fangs and snapped down on your neck. You let out a strong scream. It was so loud it echoed and bounced off the walls. You could feel your own blood wetting your skin rolling down your once warm body. As much as you struggled you couldn't move. As much as you screamed you could no longer make sound. All you felt was your life being drained from your body. Mustering all of your strength you screamed the loudest you could with little life you had left.

"Mio caro!? Wake up è solo un sogno!" A voice sounded.

Snapping your eyes open, you saw him. Screaming once against you pushed off of him blinded to your surroundings. You fell down onto a cold marble floor it hurt but you could care less right now. Anything to get away from him.

"Don't touch me! S-stay away from me! J-Jane! Where are you!?" You screamed out tears already rolling down your face. Still crawling away from Caius you kept your eyes on him the best you could with blurred vision.

"What-" Cauis started but was cut off by your words.

"Don't talk to me, leave me alone! Jane! W-where's Jane!? Jane! Jane!!" You cried screaming at the top of your lungs.

Everyone's attention snapped to the door as Jane busted through the door. Her piercing red eyes were filled with anger ready to unleash hell on anyone that dared to hurt what is hers.

"What happened!" She snapped sharp eyes staring down everyone who was in the room. She saw no threat but that didn't mean there wasn't one.

You were in the throne room as you always were half the time. Everyone knew you loved laying upon the throne with Caius. You were often there with him during most trails. It was convenient because most of the time all of your mates were there also. So hearing your screams come from this room of all places put Jane on guard.

"We don't know she was just resting as she always is, then woke up screaming." Marcus stated.

"She's very frightened and the first one so called out for was you. Go to her, Slowly.” Aro said making sure to speak softly.

She listened, making sure to take slow and soft steps towards you. When she was finally in front of you she kneeled down to your level as you had backed yourself into a corner.

“Who scared you?” She asked, trying her best to not sound too demanding but failing miserably.

You reached out and wrapped your arms around her tightly, crying hard.

“Please don’t let him hurt me.” You whispered into her neck. A whisper so low that she had to try to listen.

“Who is trying to hurt you?” She whispered back wrapping her arms around you. Doing her best to console you as physical touch is still a hard thing for her.

“C-caius he bit me he was trying to kill me.” You said still shaking as the scene replayed in your head over and over again.

“Well I guess we know who won't be turning her.” Felix snickered, earning a shove from dem.

“Silence!” Cauis ordered, making Felix shut up immediately. His loud tone made you jump and brung more tears to your eyes. Jane continued to comfort you, whispering calming and promising words in your ear.

“Go on, tell me what else happened.” She beckoned.

“I was trying to run away from him b-because he was chasing me. I didn’t know why until I realized that I was bleeding and he wasn’t chasing me to help me. He was chasing me to bring more h-harm to me. I was going in circles and I couldn’t find a way out! There wasn’t a way out but I kept trying and trying but he still got me and- He drained me of everything inside of me.. I can still feel his bite. It hurts, why does it hurt?” You whimpered out sniffling every few words. You held onto Jane tighter in fear she would let you go.

It was silent for a while. No one in the room knew quite what to say. Or what you needed to hear. But the one thing they all knew was that no matter how much Cauis would threaten or yell at you he would lay down his life for you. And if he ever laid a harmful hand on you the rest of you mates would deal with him no matter the consequences. One little human held so much power.

“It was just a nightmare, you're safe. He would never hurt you. And if he did I’d kill him myself.” Jane said firmly.

Her words brung comfort to you. Jane never lies. Especially to you. She always says that she has no time for lying. To which you always say she technically has all her life or death to lie.

“Jane let me see her.” Cauis said leaving no room for arguing.

“Caius.” Marcus said in a warning tone.

“Do you want to face him? I’ll take you away if not.” Jane whispered in your ear. It took a little while for you to answer but eventually you did sadly. You truly weren't ready to face him but you didn’t want Jane to get in trouble for your newfound fear.

“It’s okay..” You said slowly as if you were trying to convince yourself.

“Are you sure?” She questioned.

“I’m sure.” You said taking a deep breath when Jane parted from you. Though Jane was freezing cold her cold began to feel warm to you. So when she let you go you couldn’t help but feel naked under the eyes of everyone in the room. A shiver ran down your spine when you finally made eye contact with Caius. His red eyes were intimidating but not as threatening as the ones in your nightmares. In fact his eyes looked.. Concerned, confusion and hurt. That one was a kick to the chest. You hated seeing him hurt but you hated seeing you hurt more.

“Come here.” Caius said watching you as you took very slow steps to you. Realizing your fear was truly real as you'd normally run to him full of joy. But now you shake with each step. You were never even this scared when you first met.

Once you were standing in front of him he closed the gap between you two holding onto your hands. Your warm soft ones colliding against his cold hard ones.

“You truly think I’d ever hurt you on purpose if at all? I’m offended by how lowly you think of me amore mio.” He frowned looking down at you.

“It was- it felt very real.” You whispered looking down but that didn’t last long as he put his hand under your chin and tilted your head back up to face you.

“If you're frightened do not be cowardly in fear I will not accept it. Especially when I am aware of how fearless you are. It was a horrible dream, a nightmare. One that will never come true.” He said watching you with close eyes.

“I-” You were cut off with his next words.

“You should know that I would never hurt you on purpose. But eventually for you to be with us forever you will have to be turned. But it won't be painful for you. We will ensure it. Alec will use his power to make sure of it.” Caius stated as if this would make you feel better.

“You’ve been conspiring about my death behind my back?” You questioned furrowing your eyebrows.

“More like preparing. You're not getting any younger.” Felix said from behind you.

“Are you serious?” You questioned.

“We’d rather have you dead and with us rather than dead and gone bellissima.” Dem voiced softly in hopes you wouldn’t get upset with the rest of them.

“I feel like this is some type of gaslighting or manipulation.” You said, shaking your head.

“Nevermind that, do you feel better?” Alec asked, deterring your thoughts from this topic.

“I kinda do. I’d still like a little space from you though.” You said looking up at Caius.

“Only a few days after that you're asking for ungiveable things.” He said letting you go but not before kissing you on your forehead making you freeze momentarily.

“Go get some rest.” He dismissed you.

As you walked away after standing there for a while Jane followed you and right when you grabbed the door Caius words made you stop in your tracks.

“ You shouldn’t be scared of me in that sense. You wouldn’t even be filling, you refuse to take your vitamins Carlisle insists you take.” He yelled out so you could hear.

You couldn’t help the small laugh that came out of your mouth knowing how true that statement was. For the next few days Jane followed you everywhere. Always on your heels. Sleeping with you, feeding next to you, If she knew you were having a bad dream she’d wake you up right away and take you out for a walk. All until you felt comfortable to be alone with Cauis she was right there by your side.

And when you finally felt comfortable enough you saw how bad Cauis was taking it through his paintings. He was afraid you would see him as a monster. He knew he was but he never wanted to be that in your eyes. You spent the next few nights showing him how fearless you were of him. Wink wink.

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kinkandkreep · 8 months

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T or A: Tokyo Revengers Edition

Ft. 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒚, 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏, 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒎𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒂𝒋𝒊

So, tits or ass? Which is more appealing to our bois? Well, read on to find out! 🙂

(This should go without saying, but the boys are all their appropriate canonical ages here.)

Mikey: Tits 1000%

Mikey looooves tits.

The softness, the bounce, the weight in his hand and on his tongue…

He's obsessed

But! You'd never guess it

He's surprisingly adept at hiding his fixation, mostly on account of his responsibilities as a gang leader

They keep him preoccupied, mostly mentally, leaving him little time to focus on such distracting things

The fact that he can’t devote more of his time to focusing on tits though, does not diminish his love for them in the slightest

He’s actually been caught staring more than once, and each time Draken is there to metaphorically (and sometimes literally) smack him upside the head

When it comes to sex, since one of his favorite positions is reverse cowgirl, he usually likes to sit in his office chair and have you ride him, his hands gripping onto your tits and more than likely massaging them as he presses desperate kisses to any part of your exposed neck and back that he can reach

To be honest though, regardless of what position you’re in, he’ll probably have either his hand(s) or mouth on your tit(s)

Mikey also has a thing for cleavage

Actually, it may be more so a thing for teasing but 🤷🏾‍♀️

It takes quite literally all of his seemingly indomitable willpower to not let his eyes wander if/when you lean down and any boobage is visible

He looks like that one sweating meme

To go along with his appreciation for breasts, Mikey may or may not also have a lactation kink

WAIT WAIT BEFORE YOU SCROLL AWAY 😭

This is tied directly into his breeding kink

Ok now I know some a y’all for real finna scroll away and I’ma just let you this time ‘round cus I know 😂

The thought of your breasts swollen and filled with delicious milk drives Mikey up the wall and I will be hearing no arguments

This of course corresponds with his desire to see you round and full with his children

Oh my goodness wait dis tew much 🫣

ANyway, issa tit outta ten for Mikey MOVING ON

Draken: Is ‘bout equal, but with a slight edge towards ass

Draken has almost equal appreciation for ass and tits

But even just the visual of smacking or grabbing a handful of your asscheek just…does somethin’ for ole’ Kenny kins

Like it makes him feel a certain type of way that I can’t even really put into proper words

Just know it’s somewhere along the lines of possessive and proud

Like, you ain’t even gotta have the hugest ass around for Draken to love feelin’ you up

He’s appreciative of whatever you’ve got, and he never makes you feel any lesser for or ashamed of the ass you do or don’t have

Such a gentleman 😭

Funnily enough though, most of Draken’s favorite positions involve you facing each other, so he rarely fixates on actually seeing your ass, and instead he prioritizes the feeling

(This is because Draken is a very tactile person. Emphasis on visual stimuli comes secondarily to him.)

Going along with his appreciation for ass, Draken, perhaps naturally, has a thing for thighs

Related to this is his love for lifting you up and carrying you around

He likes to pick you up, hands grasping the fat of your thighs, your legs wrapped securely around his midsection as he carries you to and fro

And you might think “girl what, Draken can’t be bothered to tote somebody around he’s already had to do that enough with Mikey”

And to that I say UM excuse you?? Is you and Mikey the same person???

No?? Didn’t think so 🙃

Draken will even tell you he doesn’t mind carrying you and that he ENJOYS it

Hmph 😤

Let's move on to the next boy I done inadvertently got myself heated 😂

Shuji Hanma a.k.a “Zombie”: A shameless ass man

As previously stated by me, Shuji Hanma is an ass man

And honestly there’s really not much else to be said about it

He likes to grab your ass, smack your ass, bite your ass

He’s even into anal if I’m jus’ keepin’ it trill wit y’all 👀

Bro Hanma a fuckin’ freak 😂

There’s no special reasoning behind why Hanma likes ass (specifically yours) so much, he just figures he likes what he likes and that’s it

Which probably sounds super underwhelming for y’all I’m sorry 😭

But honest to goodness that’s all that comes to mind for Hanma

(BRO when I was typin’ this up I accidentally typed Handma instead of Hanma and given his hand kink that’s what I’m calling him from now on 😂)

Alrighty, on to our final boi

Baji: Another one who’s opinion of both is about equal, but this time the edge is toward tits

Ok, this is slightly unrelated but have y’all seen Baji’s canines?

I’m personally a big fan of Baji’s face and his teeth are very prominent fixtures…in it (??)

ANYway

Baji likes to drink from your tits too, even if you don’t produce any milk

He especially likes to nibble on your nipples

Mostly 'cus he thinks it's funny to see you squirm

He's another who likes to feel up your chest when he's given the opportunity, and he's also one who doesn't care how big your assets are

He's frankly just glad you have 'em 😂

He also has a neck…kink?

If that's how you say it 🙃

He likes your neck ok?

Marking it ('cus he definitely loves to mark you up), scenting it, running his tongue along your carotid and pulse points

Hol' up Baji might be a bit of a freaky deak too 👀

But anyway yeah, das about all for him

Welp, hope that was informative and I hope y'all enjoyed! Feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments or share wit me in my ask box. 👋🏾

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokrev #sano manjiro #manjiro sano #draken #ken ryuguji #ryuguji ken #shuji hanma #hanma shuji #baji #baji keisuke #keisuke baji

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theragethatisdesire · 10 months

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much ado about nothing chapter 5 - plug!eren x reader - 18+!!!

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. minors and ageless blogs, please do not read below the cut.

i have successfully kicked my writer's block to the curb and am ready to pick back up on plug!eren!!!! woohoo!! this is the part of the story where it gets really plot heavy and there's a lot of moving parts, so it's been a fun exercise to write and brainstorm. if anything is confusing or u have any theories/questions PLEASE hit my inbox i'm so down bad for plug eren i could talk about him for days.

get ready to meet a new character who is......not the best lol. this is also the first chapter written in eren's pov :o things are about to get interesting!

still haven't caught up? series masterlist HERE <3

specific cws: mentions of smut but nothing outright, alcohol use, swearing, u know the drill

“If music be the food of love, play on. / Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, / The appetite may sicken and so die.” - Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare (Act I, Scene 1)

Eren is, admittedly, a romantic person, especially given his occupation. Not romantic in the cheesy, buying-flowers and kissing-in-the-rain sense, but he appreciates the little details of life. He loves autumn, when the leaves catch on fire with the changing of the season. He loves the little crook of a woman’s neck, that slope where it goes from tendon to shoulder to collarbone. He can appreciate a good bourbon; after years of raiding his dad’s stash, he developed a palate for it early on. Eren’s romantic nature leads him to believe in signs. When the universe tells him something, he listens.

The text still sat in his inbox unopened, marinating in its own bizarre, heartbreaking nature.

> heyyyy lover boy! i’m back from austria! missed u, let’s catch up ;)

Eren knows that Breeze knows him, knows him well enough to understand that his three-week radio silence isn’t a no, it’s a maybe. He hates himself for not immediately texting her back and telling her to fuck off, but after his conversation with you, he thinks it might be the universe telling him it’s safe this time, that he won’t end up a shell of himself. Maybe.

You had been firm in your assertion that you and Eren were better off as friends, and as much as he wanted to fight it, Eren respects women. As much as he can when he’s prone to wrenching their jaws open and spitting in their mouths while he’s balls deep inside them, at least. He’s disappointed, but he respects it, and if he’s honest, he likes you.

He likes your sharp humor, likes the way you tend to keep your hair up off of your neck, likes the way your eyes light up when someone gives you an excuse to talk about your studies. He hasn’t been “just friends” with a woman in a long time, but it’s refreshing, an excuse to go grab a coffee and shoot the shit like a normal person instead of lurking in the corner of a frat party handing out pills like a perverse ice cream truck.

The last three weeks of “friends” have been the best Eren’s had in a long time. You’re easy, that’s what he likes about you. He can drop the cold mask he wears so often, giggle over a stupid meme, listen intently as you prattle on about some long-dead 18th-century author that was “so ahead of her time!”, smirk when you chastise him for doodling little hearts and flowers all over your coursework.

Sure, he still steals a glance down your shirt when he can, and he’d never admit it, but he thinks about you late at night. He thinks about you when he’s in the shower, when he’s got himself in his hand, panting and swearing under his breath, but he manages to feel enough guilt over it to still consider you a friend. You’re caring and considerate and easy, wholesome fun, unlike someone that’s made a sudden reappearance into his life.

After that first night, just when he was starting to entertain the thought of promoting you from one night stand to official fuck buddy, the closest thing to commitment Eren allows himself to maintain these days, Breeze swept back into his life, and you hit the brakes on him. While it may not have been the sign he wanted to receive, Eren’s a romantic, and he listens to the universe, especially when it goes so far out of its way to tell him something.

He’s decided to let Breeze stew for a little while longer. Campus will be clearing out for Thanksgiving break soon, along with most of his business, and he’s going to wait until his hands are empty of work and you before answering her. Plus, she had flitted off to Europe after college like their entire relationship had been nothing more than a passing phase; Eren’s owed at least a little bit of pettiness, right?

> paradise ath 1130! see uthere ;)

Eren snorts at your text. Being as uptight as you are about grammar (you’re constantly hounding him about his texting style, and he’s been making them even more incorrect just to hear you berate him), he knows you’re not just texting quickly, you’re drunk.

“Yo, ‘min!” Eren calls into the kitchen, an excited flutter already rising in his chest beneath his hoodie.

“Yeah?” Armin’s head pops around the doorframe, a dab of ketchup on the corner of his mouth.

“Wanna go to Paradise later?”

“The club?” Armin’s nose wrinkles. Connie’s head appears right beside Armin, a wide grin splitting his face.

“Oh, hell yeah,” Connie answers for both of them before Armin has the chance to shoot the idea down, “who’s going?”

“Like you don’t know the answer to that,” Armin scoffs, ducking back into the kitchen with a roll of his eyes.

“I never took her for a ‘club’ type of girl,” Connie adds air-quotes to emphasize his confusion.

Eren mulls that over for a moment; he doesn’t really take you for a club type of girl either, but from the sound of it, Historia and Sasha have already done the job of getting you good and drunk and talking you into a night on the town. Eren’s always wanted to see what you’re like when you’re well and truly fucked up; every time you indulge him with a story from college, he ends up laughing so hard he’s clutching his stomach and gasping for breath.

Supposedly, when you go all out, you drop the mom-friend act and become a little less tame; is this Eren’s opportunity to get an eyeful for himself? He’s not waiting around to find out.

Eren shrugs. “Come help me make these runs and we’ll go. Armin, you’re driving.”

The drop-offs are uneventful, and as soon as Eren steps foot inside the club, his nose scrunches with distaste. Ironically, he’s never been into the partying scene, much preferring a quiet beer at Scout’s or a blunt on the couch to a club. The music’s horribly loud, bass thudding through the fabric of his hoodie and beating against his chest, and as he looks for you, he can barely see through the mass of bodies and the fog machines. You’re here? It’s difficult for Eren to imagine you, in your favorite flannel and those cute little Vans he likes, tucked against the bar throwing back your signature craft beer. As Connie urges him and Armin in the direction of the bar, calling for green tea shots, Eren nearly regrets his decision, until fingernails dig into his shoulder, spinning him on his heels.

“Hey, you.”

Eren blinks stupidly as you grin up at him through thick, black lashes. He’s never even dared to imagine you like you are now, piercing eyes gazing up at him through a heavy dusting of makeup and the shortest, tightest dress Eren’s ever seen hugging every inch of your curves. You look sinful in a way he’s never seen you before, not even when he was holding you tight to him and wrenching out orgasm after orgasm from your body. He gulps.

“Holy shit– hey,” he lets you pull him in for an overexcited hug, bites down on the inside of his cheek to distract himself from the bulge already swelling in his pants.

“I missed you!” You pinch his cheeks, much to Eren’s dismay.

“Just saw you yesterday– quit pinchin’ me. What are you even doing here? Didn’t think this was your scene.” Eren has to actively keep his eyes trained on your face; there’s a little bead of sweat traveling down the expanse of skin between your breasts that’s making his mouth water. Friends, he scoffs in his mind. Are you trying to kill him?

“Well, it’s not, but Sasha says I need to be more fun, and Stor says I need to find a boyfriend.” You gesture around like it’s obvious. Eren cocks an eyebrow, ignoring the inappropriate envy that twists in his stomach at the mention of the word ‘boyfriend’.

Boyfriends never like the guy friends, it’s practically a law of nature. If you’re dating around, it’s only a matter of time before some square in a button-down steals you away from your coffee dates and movie nights with Eren, but he can’t get too caught up in that now, not when you’re looking up at him all dizzy and sexy and bursting at the seams.

“Don’t know if this is the place for that.”

“That’s what I said!” Oh, you’re drunk drunk, all of your movements overexaggerated and shaky. It makes him want to laugh seeing you like this; his little book nerd, trashed and mere inches away from having her ass out at a club. Well, either laugh or drag you into the bathroom to bend you over the sink. He can’t be sure.

“Hey mama!” Connie shouts over at you, handing you a shot. Eren has half a mind to snatch it out of his hand after catching the slurring in your voice, but he’s too late; you throw it back without so much as a shudder, grinning all wide and wet and pretty when you swallow.

“I didn’t think you’d actually show up,” you tell him, pulling him down by his collar so you can speak into his ear. Eren has to bite back a groan at the feel of your hot lips against his ear. Friends, he reminds himself urgently, pushing you back from him but keeping his hands firm on your hips, relishing in the way your flesh gives under his grip.

“You know the rules. You call, I come.”

“That’s what she said,” you snicker, pinching his cheek again.

“Cut that out!”

“Make me.” Oh fuck, Eren’s going to die. He’s going to die if you keep looking at him like that, bottom lip tucked between your teeth and fuck-me eyes on him.

“You’re not being very friendly,” he manages to choke out, trying his hardest to give you a suspicious look through the dizzying wave of images that flash through his brain. You with your mouth full of him. You spread out on his bed, back arched and fingers twisted in his hair. The little “o” your mouth made when you rode him for the first time. Eren wants to smack himself, jump in a cold shower, something. Get a grip, dude.

“Maybe not,” you shrug, eyes darting over to the bar. “Hurry up and grab a drink, I wanna dance.”

“Not much of a dancer,” Eren admits, taking the beer that Connie hands him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll do all the work.”

Eren isn’t sure if he likes or loves the sound of that, powerless against that stupid little dress you’ve got on as you drag him behind you to the mass of bodies he had so disdainfully eyed on his way in. He’s greeted by a loud round of shrieking, one more pinch to the cheek by Historia and a slap on the ass from Sasha. You make a show of teasing him for how pink his face gets, but luckily, your friends are instantly distracted by Armin and Connie’s arrival right behind him. You pull him back down, glossy lips pressed right against his ear.

“I really like this song.” You’re barely audible over the pounding music, but even if Eren hadn’t heard what you said, he’d get the gist from the way you grind against his thigh, slow and sensual. Maybe you are actually trying to kill him.

“Yeah?” He’s breathless, irreparably and embarrassingly caught in the little web you’ve woven.

“Yeah.” You’re moving harder against him now, throwing your arms around his neck and grinding your hips into his. Eren’s only thought is to let his hands fly back to your hips, let you use him like a stripper pole to show off.

He can feel eyes on him, not the eyes of friends, but of other men around him, wondering who the lucky asshole is that’s getting the royal treatment from a girl as hot as you. If he were to be truthful, it’s getting him off, how every eye is on you and, by proxy, him, holding you like a lifeline as you let the beat rock through your body.

So this, this is the party girl you claim to have living deep inside you. This seductive, electric creature moving tantalizing against his body, this is the source of the stories Historia tells him that make you blush? How you could ever be embarrassed of this is beyond him; you’re like a little devil, sent straight from hell just to torture him, and Eren’s mouth is watering.

Song after song goes by, and you don’t let up, don’t let him catch his breath for a moment, moving from facing him to pressing your ass into his crotch and then back again, arms above your head or wrapped around his neck. Eren wishes he was mentally sound enough at the moment to feel ashamed that you can absolutely feel how hard he is through his pants right now, but he’s drunk on you, letting you press into him so insistently he has to tug your dress down for you, letting you drive him so crazy that he’s grateful for the loud music now. He’d die if Connie or Armin could hear the way he’s grunting and groaning low under his breath, powerless underneath you.

Suddenly, as if you haven’t just been riling him up for the last half hour, you back away enough to face him, shaking your empty cup and him and mouthing something that Eren’s still too dizzy to make out.

“Huh?”

“Get me another drink!” you shout over the bass, laughing at him.

Eren nods stupidly, darting away from you before he can grab your jaw, pull your lips to his like he so desperately wants to. Finally out of the throng of bodies, he can feel his head clearing, some semblance of sanity crashing over him. What the fuck has gotten into him? It was just one night, and you’ve kept him at arm’s length ever since, only seeing each other under the guise of coffee, or a beer, or Eren insisting you need to continue your education in the wonders of horror films. You’re drunk, that’s the only explanation; drunk and teasing him like you aren’t going to wake up and throw him right back into the friendzone. He rests both elbows on the bar, shaking his head like he’ll be able to knock some sense into himself if he rattles his brain around a little.

Eren orders your vodka soda and a beer and a shot for himself, something to clear his head and keep his blood pressure manageable. Hopefully, at least.

When he turns around, drinks in hand, that plan flies out the door. There you are, center of the dance floor, hands above your head and hips moving like you’re intentionally trying to make him lose his fucking mind. He tilts his head in interest when a man approaches you, grazes his hands over your hips like he means to start grinding against you. Eren can feel his own hands tightening around the bottle and the plastic cup in his hand, but he holds himself back; he’s got no claim on you, and if you’re willing to entertain the man (who, if you ask Eren, is way below your standards), who is Eren to stop you?

You surprise him in the best way: when the man touches you lightly, you whip around, brows furrowed and a little glitter in your eyes so mean that even Eren nearly flinches. He can’t read your lips in the low light, but he snorts to himself anyway as the man puts his hands up and backs away from you, eyes wide. As if nothing had happened, you spin back on your heel, facing a cackling Sasha with a shrug.

Eren feels a wide, proud smile blooming on his face. As much as he feels an unwarranted protectiveness towards you, he likes watching you get your teeth out and stand up for yourself. Before he can make his way back over to tease you, a voice from his left makes his blood run cold.

“Rennie?!”

Two thin arms are tossed around his neck before Eren can even respond, the familiar scent of vanilla and coconut enveloping him.

“Breeze?” Eren chokes out, too shocked to keep his composure. She pulls away from him and grins, a little diamond glittering from her right canine tooth.

“You didn’t text me back, you tease,” she swats at his chest, snags the vodka soda he’d bought for you right out of his hand, taking a sip. Eren takes the opportunity to swallow hard around the lump in his throat, one last tentative glance towards you before he turns his gaze back to Breeze.

She’s cut her hair, something short and choppy that swings around her ears, and fuck, she’s still just as pretty as he remembers, little freckles on her button nose visible in the darkness of the club.

“Didn’t think you wanted to see me,” Eren shrugs, forcing his face to remain schooled into one of cold apathy. She had left him, like he was nothing to her. He hates her, he realizes, god, he hates her so much it burns in his veins. Breeze cocks her head, frowning.

“Why would you think that?”

“You fucking left me, Breeze, don’t be stupid,” Eren makes a move to steal the drink back from her, but she holds it close enough to her chest that he’d have to practically grope her to take it, and his fingers recoil at the realization.

“Are you double-fisting, or did you buy this for someone special?” She teases, brushing right over Eren’s bristly demeanor. When he doesn’t answer, she raises her eyebrows. “It’s for someone. Well, point her out! Is she cute?”

Breeze turns on her heel, standing on her tiptoes to glance through the crowd. Before he can stop himself, Eren’s grabbing her upper arm, spinning her back to face him with anger blazing in his eyes. When he meets her gaze, her baby blues are alight with mischief, and he knows that no matter which direction he moves, he’s losing whatever little game she has him trapped in. That was the thing about Breeze; Eren was always losing her games.

“Fuck, just…just stop it, Breeze. What are you even doing here?”

“I’m back in town, didn’t you see my text?” Breeze shrugs innocently, sipping your drink.

“Okay, well, welcome back,” Eren deadpans, leaving her question hanging in the air between them. He turns back to the bar to order another cocktail for you, having given up hope of getting the first one back from Breeze, but she’s relentless, has always been that way. She slides up to the bar beside him, smiling demurely up at him.

“I missed you, you know.”

“Wouldn’t have guessed,” Eren scoffs, rolling his eyes. Breeze flinches, but Eren knows her better than that. It’s all an act, it always is.

“I never realized how much I hurt you,” her fingers grazing over his cheek nearly burn with how cold they are in contrast to the heavy, thick air around them, “‘m sorry, Rennie.”

“It’s fine.” Eren hates the way he twitches and nearly leans into her touch when she swipes her fingers over him. How many times has he thought about this, seeing her again after all these years? Everything he’s planned out, everything he’s ever wanted to say is lodged in his throat, a jumble of letters and words so squished out of order that they no longer hold meaning. He doesn’t love her, not anymore, but his body reacts before his brain can stop it, a conditioned response.

“Can we talk about it soon? Maybe over coffee?” Blue eyes blinking up at him earnestly.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Breeze,” Eren rolls his eyes, swallowing thick around the knot in his throat.

“There is,” she insists, “I brought this amazing espresso blend back with me from Florence, and–”

“If I say yes, will you leave me alone for tonight?” Eren can feel the exasperation in his tone, can feel the weight of his mistake weighing on his shoulders. It’s fine, he tells himself, he’ll make up some excuse and get out of it. A long conversation with Breeze about their breakup is the last thing he needs.

“Maybe,” Breeze tucks her lip in between her teeth, a little smile playing at the corner of her mouth, “unless you change your mind.”

“We can talk or whatever another time, but I’m going back to my friends, okay? Go find yours.”

“You’re my friend,” Breeze purrs, one hand stroking over Eren’s bicep, “and I haven’ seen you int–”

“Don’t push it,” Eren nearly growls, scowling down at her. He knows half of the hatred buzzing through his veins is reserved for himself, but he’ll unpack that at home with a blunt, not in the middle of the club with you waiting for him on the dance floor and Breeze staring up at him hungrily.

“Always wound so tight,” Breeze hums, reaching a hand up to squish his cheeks, “but fine. I’ll see you soon.”

She miraculously leaves him there with nothing but a wink, taking your vodka soda with her; Eren’s shoulders slump in relief. Knowing Breeze, it was a wonder she hadn’t tackled him right there. When he turns around for the second time, two drinks in hand, you’re already staring at him. Shit.

You don’t look mad– and why would you be? You’re friends, Eren reminds himself. There’s no reason for you to know who Breeze is; he’s never told you about her, and he never planned on doing so. Eren knows Historia, though, well enough to believe that she told you everything from the godforsaken moment he walked into your apartment that day.

He doesn’t like that look you’ve got, though; again, not mad, but he can see the gears turning behind your eyes. Eren has to practically force himself to walk towards you. Your head’s cocked in confusion, something watery and hesitant glimmering in your eyes through the low lighting. If he didn’t know better, he’d say you almost look hurt, but that wouldn’t be fair, would it? You didn’t want him, you had made that abundantly clear.

“Sorry it took me a while. Long line.” Eren hands you your drink, nearly wincing at how naturally the clearly false statement rolls off his tongue.

“Mhm,” you nod, downing nearly half of your drink in one long slurp. Your movements aren’t fluid and dynamic anymore; you’re stiff as a board, bouncing back and forth on the balls of your feet along to the beat of the song. “I…I actually have to pee, do you mind holding this?”

“Now?” Eren blinks, confused. “I just got your drink.”

You offer him a tight smile. “I wanted to wait ‘til you were back, so you could watch my drink. And so you didn’t think I ran off on you or something.”

“Oh, yeah, go ahead.”

He watches you slink away into the crowd, watches the dozens of eyes follow you, surely wondering what happened to the little firecracker in the middle of the dance floor. Eren knows you get like this sometimes, suddenly pensive and nostalgic, knows that per your own admission, you like to handle it yourself. He hadn’t done this to you, had he?

A firm pinch to his cheek distracts him, pulls him down a foot below his normal standing height. Could everyone just stop pinching his fucking face? “Shit, ow!”

“Was that Breeze?” Historia yells directly into his ear. Eren, six-foot-something of hell on wheels, blushes furiously.

“Dude, was that fucking Breeze, or am I too fucked up?” Connie echoes Historia’s sentiment from over her shoulder, eyes comically wide. Armin’s peering around him, eyes flitting back and forth between Eren, Connie, and Historia as he tries to understand what’s happened.

“Who cares?” Eren snaps at Connie. Historia’s grip on his face loosens, releases entirely. If Eren didn’t like the look that you had given him, he hates the look Historia’s shooting at him right now. All daggers and disappointment. She turns on her heel without another word, making a beeline for the bathroom and dragging Sasha along behind her. Eren doesn’t miss Armin’s eyes either; stripping him to the bone without saying a word.

“Quit looking at me like that,” Eren scoffs, waves a hand in Armin’s direction.

“When did Breeze get back into town?” Armin shouts over the music.

“A few weeks ago,” Eren admits, avoiding Armin’s eyes and looking for a spot at the bar where he can escape the heavy gazes of his friends, run away to drown this conversation in a shot of whiskey.

“Did you–”

“I don’t know, man, you know how she is. She just showed up.” Eren knows he’s being unnecessarily gruff, but in his defense, the last hour or so has been a whirlwind of memory and emotion and lust that he doesn’t have the capacity to deal with.

Armin nods simply, takes a sip of his beer. Eren’s known Armin since they were kids, and he knows Armin can read him like a book. If he had a little less pride, Eren would pull Armin to the side and ask if he can make any sense of what’s going through Eren’s head right now because Eren sure as hell can’t. There’s you, with your skimpy dress and your flirty eyes, grinding on him like you’re going to take him home and fuck him stupid again, like you hadn’t demanded an honest-to-god friendship that Eren happens to very much enjoy. On the other hand, there’s Breeze, flighty and just as much of a ghost as she is a real person, popping back into his life and batting her blue eyes at him like she’d never left.

You’re his friend, and Breeze is his terrible ex. There shouldn’t be a choice here– there isn’t, it’s just the way things are, but Eren feels stuck at a crossroads for some reason.

He finally gets fed up with the music and the bumping of bodies around him and storms off to the bar again, biting back the urge to snap at Connie and Armin who he knows are hot on his heels. Eren’s just looked up from the shot of whiskey burning its way down his throat, acknowledging the dizziness that’s come with his drinks for the night, when he spots you.

You don’t look angry, that’s a small mercy you unwittingly grant him, but you’re cowering. Historia, even being shorter than you, is practically pinning you to the wall outside of the bathroom, shouting at you with her finger in your face. Sasha doesn’t look all too pleased either, arms crossed and a deep scowl written into her features. Eren gets a glimpse of your phone in Historia’s other hand that she’s waving around erratically, and wonders what the hell happens in women’s bathrooms. He’s not exactly sure what prompts it, but he checks his own phone. Nothing.

“Are they fighting?” Connie asks, nose scrunched as he peeks around Eren’s arm.

“Looks like it,” Armin nods, wincing as you try to make a grab for your phone from Historia, resulting in Sasha saving you at the last second from face-planting as Historia holds it out of your reach.

“Should we, like, do something?”

“Absolutely not,” Armin and Eren echo each other, looking at Connie as if he’d just suggested they all walk into oncoming traffic.

Eren watches as Historia grabs you by the wrist and drags you out of the bar, your feeble protests doing nothing to stop her insistent steps. Sasha follows both of you, gently pushing you along by the small of your back and shooting a regretful glance at Connie, mouthing a sorry as you all make your exit. It’s hardly been five minutes before Eren’s phone buzzes.

> had to leave. do you mind paying our tab if i venmo you? it’s under reiss.

Eren bites the inside of his cheek again, not worrying in the slightest about covering the tab, but more so the reason for your abrupt exit.

> yeah i got u everything ok?

> thanks a ton! see u next time.

It’s purposefully avoidant, especially coming from Historia, who never misses a chance to make fun of you good-naturedly. If you had been sick in the bathroom or far too drunk to stay, she would have come out and said it. Eren throws his card down, going to pay the hefty tab you and your friends racked up, but not daring to pay his own. After all of the shit that’s just gone down, he owes himself at least one more drink.

Once he’s signed, he pulls out his phone again, thumb hovering over your text thread, then Breeze’s, then yours again. Mindful of Armin’s prying eye over his shoulder, Eren sighs heftily and shuts his phone off, leaning in to order another shot. The following morning’s approaching quickly, whether he wants it to or not, and he’ll save his fucked-up emotions for the daylight.

#enjoyyyyy #sorry about no smut again but like #we have to get through some PLOT okay #also don't drink and text/call is the lesson from this chapter #trust me it'll make sense #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger series #aot x reader #eren jaeger fanfic #much ado about nothing #much ado universe

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delcakoo · 2 years

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enha’s ways to make you blush. *ੈᜊ‧₊˚

༉‧₊˚ PAIRING ! enhypen x gn!reader

༉‧₊˚ GENRE ! fluff

༉‧₊˚ WC ! 2k

a/n: thank u for the love on my other fics, luv u guys <3

# LEE HEESEUNG !

this handsome idiot doesn’t even have to do anything. in fact, you blush just from looking at a picture of him. during the paradoxxx invasion mv shoot, you’d be waiting with some other staff for heeseung and the rest of the boys to be done. you sat on your phone patiently, lying on your elbow while scrolling through twitter. when you were extremely bored, like now, you’d search up your boyfriend on social media and have a laugh at the different kinds of content engenes would post about him.

it was going great, you even found a few memes to harass with him later, that was until you came across the most amazing photo of heeseung you’d ever seen. he looked angelic, ethereal even, you don’t think you’d ever taken a screenshot so fast in your life. a small giggle rips you out of your daydream, and you jump at the closeness of the easily recognisable voice from behind. “really, babe?”

you quickly turn off your phone, the blush on your cheeks growing quickly as you meet eyes with your boyfriend, who’s watching you over the couch with a dopey grin on his face. “listen, you just looked so good i had to save it, and i needed it for my album of you.”

“why do you need an album of pictures when the much better, real life version is right here in front of you?” he inquires, manhandling you to your side to press a quick kiss on your lips. before you can recover, he snatches your phone and unlocks it, taking his own glance at the photo of him that you were practically drooling over. “hm, that is a pretty good one actually.”

“yah, give it back!”

# PARK JAY !

sometimes, jay would let you come with him, sunghoon, and niki to work out, and you couldn’t decide if you should hate him or be honoured by the invitation. he’d be there in a muscle top, lifting weights, sweat running down his neck, while you sit there in your oversized hoodie and shorts trying to process how he ever became yours. sometimes, he would purposely flex his biceps just to see your reaction, and would even send winks your way every so often. meanwhile, niki would be like: “hey y/n, can you come help me do sit ups?”

and you’d be like “u-uh yeah sure! coming!” *nervous laughing* of course niki means no harm, you all know this as you sit there, holding his legs down and counting for him while he stretches repeatedly. but jay still doesn’t approve of the fact your eyes were on his friends instead of his, and especially that the blush on your cheeks could be caused by not only him, but now niki too. in your defence, this kid has gotten way too buff in only a few months!

“y/n, come help me do sit ups now.” your boyfriend doesn’t ask, but rather demands, straight up grabbing your under arms and dragging you away from a confused niki. jay does about 20 sit ups, giving you a soft peck on the lips every single time he comes back up. (🥺)

# SIM JAKE !

cutieeee! jake would definitely write lyrics about you in songs not specifically to make you blush, but to show just how much he appreciates you. he would try to tell you right away ‘cause of how excited he would be, and you’d be so cheery and grateful every time. once he’d tell you about his lyrics, whenever you listened to those songs, you’d begin blushing without fail because of how special it’d make you feel, especially when he was the one singing the lyrics about you. “babe, did you listen to the b-sides yet?” jake asks, sitting down excitedly on the couch next to you.

you nod in return, grinning at him proudly. “my favourite is shout out for sure, you guys really suit the rock concept.” you scoot closer to him, offering a small kiss on his cheek.

he grins shyly, “well, you know the part where it says ‘my life without you is a misery’?” you nod, “i wrote those lyrics for you.”

you gasp, moving back from him in disbelief. that was your favourite line of the song from first listen, the thought of him writing that with you in mind made you squirm in your seat happily. “seriously!? i thought that was for engenes?”

jake ponders for a second before shrugging in reply, “them too, but it’s mainly for you. you’ve really helped me a lot without even realising.” he leans down to embrace you, pulling you onto his lap. you really don’t deserve this boy.

# PARK SUNGHOON !

this man catches on to anything and everything, unfortunately (or fortunately) for you. when he first gave you a back hug and realised how flustered you’d got from the close contact and the sight of his biceps wrapped around your front, he knew he’d found a new weakness of yours.

you were angry at sunghoon, which was something that you didn’t feel towards him very often. you texted him, specifically saying not to eat the chocolate chip cookies in your pantry, and what did he do? he ate all the cookies that you had planned to have with the milk you’d just bought, even after you specifically told him not to. “i just don’t understand, how can i text you saying don’t do something, and you do it an hour later? i was so excited to have those coo– ah!” you yelp as your suddenly dragged forward into your boyfriends arms, then being spun around so your back pressed against his built chest. any anger and frustration dissipated in seconds as your tense body relaxes, the only thoughts in your head now was how nice he smelled and how warm he felt behind you. why did he have to be so sneaky?

his chin rests above your head, strong arms locked around your waist securely. “i really did forget, i’m sorry baby. i promise i’ll buy you the best cookies in the world tomorrow.”

you grab hold of his arms and gulp at how muscly they felt, leaning your head back to look up at him. “you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?”

he giggles adorably, “maybe.”

“i hate you,” you huff.

“it’s a sin to lie, y/n.”

# KIM SUNOO !

this baby probably wouldn’t even be aware when he made you blush half the time because he could be doing literally anything and you’d still be flustered. however, he did recognise that there was one way that always worked if he wanted to see your cheeks turn bright pink. sunoo finds it hilariously adorable that whenever he showers you in compliments and attention, you start blushing as if it’s your first date all over again.

you were at your local park on a boba date when you ask if he can take photos of you for your social media. of course, he agrees excitedly, making sure to take the photos on his phone so he could keep them forever and perhaps get them made into polaroids for his room. “okay, show me that beautiful smile!” he grins cheekily when you do, offering a few cute poses. “you’re so stunning, i think i’m going to go blind! wah, i’m so lucky.”

“yah, you’re so embarrassing, just take the pictures!” you whine, blushing from his compliments. he giggles, recognising the blush on your cheeks immediately.

“i can’t help it, how can you be so adorable?” he blabbers, continuing to snap more photos for you to choose from, never stopping his onslaught of cheesy remarks along the way.

after your mini photoshoot, you walk back over to your boyfriend whos looking a bit too suspiciously happy. “what’d you do n—“ your jaw drops as you see him changing his lock screen to a photo of you when you were in the middle of scolding him during the photoshoot, looking like an angry, embarrassed puppy. “sun! i look stupid, take that off right now!”

he only laughs harder, bending over. “no you look adorable! look at your pouty face!”

you whine once more. “you couldn’t just pick a nice picture?!”

# YANG JUNGWON !

being the leader of his group despite being the second youngest gave jungwon a hand at constantly checking on his members and keeping an eye on every little thing. this boy always makes sure you’re well and tidy, and damn if it isn’t attractive.

for example, you’d just be sitting in the dorms while jungwon cleaned up the kitchen, your sleeping shorts not doing much to cover you. jungwon’s keen eye would notice right away as they rode further up your thigh, eyebrows furrowing at your underwear nearly peeking through. he’d rush over, pulling your shorts down, and you’d look up from your phone in surprise. “oh, thanks,” you say, a slight blush blossoming along your face. it flustered you to know that didn’t matter what he was doing, he always had you in his little bubble of consciousness.

your boyfriend grins, “you’re welcome, love.” his big eyes turning into cute crescents as he leaned down to give you a quick peck before going back into the kitchen. his thoughtfulness and constant care for you was truly outmatched.

or if you were ever in a situation where you were uncomfortable, jungwon would know right away, his leaderly instincts alerting him to step in. you’d be at the grocery store, running errands when you were stopped by a man who seemed around your age, perhaps a bit older. jungwon was in the aisle next to you, and he could clearly hear your conversation. “hey, i think you’re really pretty, can i get your number?” the man said. you frowned. you were tired, and you just wanted to have a cute shopping date with your boyfriend. jungwon - knowing you so well - could see this by your expression alone, so even if he was confident you could stand up for yourself, he made his way back to the aisle you were in to deal with it for you.

“they’re taken.” is all he needed to say, offering the man a passive aggressive smile. despite being shorter than the guy, jungwon managed to intimidate him with ease. you always appreciated his little acts of service for you, he truly was perfect.

# NISHIMURA RIKI !

where do i even start with this cocky mf.. niki is always finding new ways to tease you and make you flustered, it’s just how he shows affection. he does all kinds of things to make you blush; purposely wearing tank tops to flex his slowly growing muscles (hybe close the gyms pt.2), being extra touchy out of nowhere to see you freeze up, and of course, making fun of your shortness by asking stupid things like how the weather is down there. one of his most favorite methods though, which has worked every time without fail, is when he gets right up in your face during a conversation.

he completely understands the effect he has on you, never the oblivious type, and uses it to his advantage any chance he can get. you would be on his bed, playfully bantering back and forth like usual. “an arm wrestle? that’s how you want to settle who’s stronger?”

niki scoffs, “yeah, how else? this is like the nicest way i can show you, idiot. i still don’t get how you think you’re stronger than me to begin with.”

you roll your eyes at his, “you have way too much confidence, i’m stronger than i look.”

“fine then, c’mere,” the boy demands teasingly, reaching his arm out. you quickly follow after him, grabbing his larger hand in yours.

“i hope this won’t bruise your manly ego too much, i’m going to win,” you declare. gripping his hand tighter, you look up at him, ready to begin a countdown until you see his face right up in yours. your mouth falls open slightly in surprise, gulping as your noses brush, lips centimeters away from his pink ones.

“oh yeah? you’re going to win?” niki says almost mockingly, and you feel a shiver go down your back as you feel his warm breath on your face. you’re still drowning in his closeness, trying to comprehend what was happening when he suddenly begins counting down with no announcement at all, “three.. two.. one.. go!” his arms flex as he immediately yanks your arm down, making you wince in slight pain.

“you’re such a fucking cheater!” he laughs proudly at your whining, falling back at your still dazed expression. “you were seducing me like some crazy siren!”

“yeah, and it worked. you should be happy babe, you were going to lose either way. at least i made the process a bit more enjoyable for you.”

the audacity...

the end! thank you for reading c:

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seokgyuu · 10 months

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Hiya mitchie!! So I’m in a very fluffy mood suddenly and I was thinking about nose boops 🤭 what do u think about seokmin and nose boops and like his freaking smile… 🫠 yeah that’s all I have in my head rn but I’d love it if u would wanna make something with that, preferably fluffy and comforting but honestly I would love absolutely anything that ur incredible mind can come up with 🫶🫶

A/N: my lovely nea <3 here you go, i hope you enjoy this little piece, thank you sm for your request ily!!

PAIRING: Seokmin x Reader

GENRE: Fluff, just cute little fluff

WARNINGS: suggestive

WORDCOUNT: 953

Requests are open! Check out my 1k special!

When you and Seokmin first started dating, there had been a lot of… intimacy. So much that your friends told you to just lock yourselves in your or his dorm room to get it all out of your system. Back then you had replied that you most definitely did not have the time to lock yourself away for the next five years. They had just rolled your eyes at you.

Now, three years later there is still intimacy but you and Seokmin had both learned to control yourselves until you were alone.

What hadn’t changed though was the amount of love between you. The way he had his arms wrapped around you as you stood in the kitchen cooking dinner, his cheek pressed against yours as he told you about his day. The way he would text you memes throughout the day hoping to make you laugh. Seokmin was and is the only person who knows exactly who you are. Who knows what you think and what you need. Sometimes you think he knows you better than you know yourself.

It's days like these when you’re laying on the floor in the living room under the makeshift fort, blankets hung over furniture and a star projector making you feel like you were actually in the outdoors, that you tell yourself there is no one you love as much as him. He holds your hand in his, both of them laying on top of his chest and you can feel his heartbeat, his pretty voice telling you stories about princesses and kings and witches who all used to go to these woods and undergo the craziest adventures. You look at him, look at the way he is so invested in his own made up story and you can’t stop yourself from leaning forward and pressing a kiss onto his cheek. He stops mid-sentence and freezes for a few seconds, before he turns his head around to face you, his brown eyes wide.

“I wasn’t done yet, Y/N! I still need to tell you how the witch and the prince got themselves out of the candy house!” You chuckle at his words and now press a kiss to his pouty lips instead of his cheek.

“You’re adorable,” you mumble then and red creeps onto his cheeks.

“Stop it, you’re making me blush!” he says, hiding his face dramatically behind his hands. Now, you truly laugh, sitting up to grab his hands away, instead bringing them to your mouth and kissing his knuckles tenderly. Seokmin looks up at you with all the stars from the projector now in his eyes. When he smiles and sits up too, your heart does what it always does when he is around you. It gets warm and cozy, it jumps happily.You are never this content with anyone but him. He frees his hands out of yours, placing them on your cheeks before leaning down to kiss you - or at least that's what you think he’s about to do. Instead his nose meets yours, slowly rubbing them together, before placing a soft kiss on top of it.

“I love you. I love you so much,” he whispers, pulling you into a hug now and you wrap your arms around his neck, inhaling his scent, losing yourself in the warmth of his body. You sit like this for a while, feeling his fingers draw all kinds of pictures on your back, his giggle making you giggle. If you could, you would love to just stay seated like this forever.

He parts from you after a while, smile adjoining his lips and you sigh happily.

“What would I do without you?” You ask and he shrugs slightly, finger raised to eventually - boop your nose. Your eyebrows raise in surprise. When he does it again, you snort.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” He replies, continuing his spiel as he simultaneously begins to kiss your cheeks, alternating between them every new boop. You are speechless and on cloud nine, not sure how you ever deserved such a loving and caring boyfriend who treats you so well.

“You’re silly,” you laugh and Seokmin joins in, only to stop when his lips meet yours this time.

“And you’re the love of my life,” he whispers then, his fingers now caressing your cheek and moving into your hair. Your heart beat picks up speed.

“Seokminnie…,” you begin, not even sure what happened, how the atmosphere suddenly shifted.

Only when he moves to the side and takes something out of his jacket, you realize. Your breath gets stuck in your throat and tears are about to spill out. Seokmin continues to smile as he gets the little box into your point of view.

“You’re the love of my life,” he repeats, “and I never want to be without you.” He opens the box. You smile and cry and nod your head even before he asks the question.

“Will you marry me, Y/N?”

You throw yourself on him, kissing his face and lips and dig your fingers into the back of his head as your nods only grow stronger.

“Of course! Of course I will!” You cry and he laughs again, happy tears now also running down his face.

When you part from him so he can put the ring on your finger, you feel like you’re dreaming. And when it’s on and looks beautiful on your ring finger, he lifts it up to kiss your knuckle once more. Then, you’re the one to boop his nose.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” you whisper and he pulls you in, lips on lips as you sink back down onto the floor.

#svthub #seventeen fanfiction #dokyeom x reader #dokyeom fluff #dk x reader #dokyeom x you #svt fanfiction #svt au #svt imagine #dk x you #seventeen au #seventeen imagine

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normal-internet-user · 1 year

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NIGHTMARES

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Summary: Leo comforts you after you have a nightmare bad enough to keep you awake all night

Requested: Nope, very self-indulgant though since the exact summary just happened to me minus the Leo comfort- I am very tired ok.

Warnings: Nightmares (non descriptive), crying, frustration, then lots and lots of comfort!

GN Reader!

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You shoot up with a gasp. Your chest heaving and your face caked in sweat and tears.

You use the palms of your hands to apply pressure to your eyes, calming yourself into a stready breathing pattern.

You sit there for a moment, still mentally processing the bad dream that awoke you as you fell back onto your pillow. This was the worst nightmare you'd had in a while, often it was easy to fall back asleep, most of the tine you didn't shoot awake at all.

But tonight was different. You didn't even fully remember the nightmare, but you were still unable to drift back off into dreamland.

You groaned, rolling over onto your side so that you were looking at your bedroom window. After you just layed there for about an hour, trying (and failing) to fall asleep, you grab your phone from the nightstand, and send your boyfriend afew memes.

Maybe he was awake too.

You hoped he was, that way he could distract you or at least keep you occupied untill you were tired enough to fall asleep.

The tell tale dots that signaled Leo was typing flashed on your screen.

Baby Blue💙: :(

(Nickname): What?

Baby Blue💙: Y are u awake, pretty?

Baby Blue💙: U should be sleeping :(

(Nickname): Had a nightmare, can't sleep.

Baby Blue💙: Aww, baby, don't worry I'll be there in a second ok?

You began frantically typing something out to tell him he didn't have too, but the familiar shine of his portal filled your previously dark room, and you sighed, tossing your phone to the side as Leo entered your bedroom.

He smiled, pulling you into his arms as he cooed, "Oh my poor angel, don't worry, Leon will scare all those bad dreams away."

You giggle softly, pecking Leo on the cheek, "You're a dork." you mutter, wrapping your arms around Leo's neck, "But thank you."

Leo picks you up into his arms, peppering you face with kisses, "Cualquier cosa por ti, mi amor." he whispered in your ear, causing you to blush bright red and bury your face in his neck with a whine.

Leo chuckles, then falls backwards onto your bed with you still in his arms as he shifts around, trying to get confortable.

He lays with you ontop of him, your legs inbetween his own as you rest on his plastron, your face buried in his neck. "Comfy, babes?" he asks, and you nod, smiling softly.

Leo hums, playing with your hair, "Wanna talk 'bout it?"

You shake your head, and Leo gives you a reassuring squeeze, "That's completely fine amor, hows about we just lay here untill we both get tired, huh?"

"Ok." You mutter, drowsiness glazing your tone, the combination of Leo's warm embrace and his finger running gently through your hair already getting rid of that post-nightmare inability to sleep.

"Stay?" You ask softly and Leo kisses the top of you head with a chuckle.

"Obviously." He says, "I didn't plan on going anywhere else."

You huff out a short laugh, kissing his cheek as you mutter a soft, "Thank you, Lee."

Leo giggled and in that teasing tone you'd only ever heard from him, "Sh sh sh, babe. Shush. Don't worry about it. Somebody has to protect you from those pesky nightmares."

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This is incredibly self indulgent but do I care? No 💙 so-

Translations:

Caulquier cosa por ti, mi amor = Anything for you, my love.

#normie writes #tmnt x reader #tmnt #x reader #leonardo x reader #rottmnt #leonardo x reader tmnt #rise!leo x reader #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt

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mariaofdoranelle · 1 year

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i saw this meme on ig about how someone got in trouble for “destruction of government property” because she gave her husband (who is in the marines) a hickey that was visible in uniform — now i have no idea how this would fit into look at us now but it could be a fun add eventually 😂

DEAR ANON, I LOVE YOU

Look at Us Now — Ch. 3.5: Strip Away My Conscience

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I have a good chunk of ch. 5 written, but got completely sidetracked by this prompt lol I hope you like it. Just reminding you that this happens very early into the fic.

Warnings: NSFW, language, illicit hickeys

Words: 2,8k

“I texted Sellene. She’s coming to visit,” Fenrys said while chewing.

Rowan nodded. “When?”

“Now.”

Taking a deep breath, Rowan faced away from his dinner to glare at his roommate. “Tell me you did not ask my very pregnant cousin to come here just because you felt like it.”

“Rowie Bowie…” Fenrys sighed, his voice disappointed while he used the most unserious nickname imaginable. “We need to have a serious conversation.”

“Okay…” Rowan trailed. Fenrys’ serious conversations could be anywhere from a food craving to an actual serious conversation.

“Imagine you’re the most amazing housewife you’ve ever seen.”

Rowan hummed, weighing his answer carefully. Fenrys’ games could be a dangerous thing. “The picture-perfect type, or the Big Little Lies type?”

“Picture-perfect. Funny, gorgeous, long blonde hair. Amazing roommate.”

“Are you describing the housewife, Sellene or yourself?” He eyed his friend warily. This description also fit Aelin, but Fenrys didn’t know about Rowan’s—affair? Entanglement? Fling?—with her.

“The housewife. Which is me. Let me finish—“

“You know you have to actually do something around the house to be considered a housewife, right?”

Fenrys threw a napkin at Rowan. “Asshole. I’m a great housewife. Now let me finish.”

“Go on.” He snorted and focused back on dinner. Rowan had made meat on a stick today, and he wouldn’t let his food go cold because of Fenrys’ nonsense.

“So, picture this. You’re a housewife. You and your husband don’t have sex—“

“This is getting weird.”

Fenrys shushed him. “You and your husband don’t have sex, but you tell each other everything. Then…” he placed both hands on the table and leaned closer. “He starts getting home late. For weeks. Until, one day, he comes home with a hickey. What would you say?”

Rowan stopped mid-bite, then chewed it slowly, buying himself time. Considering Fenrys told he was the housewife, and Rowan had been arriving home late, this could be tricky. He had little to no idea what this was about, though.

“I’d say this hypothetical husband could be having a hypothetical affair.”

“Exactly!” Fenrys was gesticulating a lot, a telltale sign of his agitation. “And considering that the husband always tells the wife everything—“

An incoming call from Rowan’s mom interrupted the conversation.

That’s weird. This was an unusual time for his mom to call.

Did something happen?

Rowan grabbed his phone as fast as he could, heartbeat picking up with the realization that this could be an emergency.

“Mom?” He blurted without even excusing himself to take the call.

“Son, you are in so much trouble.” Rowan’s shoulders loosened up, now that she seemed okay. His mom didn’t sound relaxed, though. “I cannot believe I have to learn from Sellene that you have a girlfriend!”

Rowan’s whole body stopped. He looked at his phone as if he could see his mom through it. What the hell was going on inside Rory Whitethorn’s head?

“Mom, I don’t have a—“

“It was about time, honey! Every time before I go to bed, I pray and ask Mala to—“

“I’m not dating anyone, mom!”

“Well, then why did Sellene call me to tell she’s going to help you hide a hickey with makeup?”

“A hickey?” Rowan rubbed his neck with a full hand. “Why do you think I have a hickey?”

It was Fenrys’ booming laugh that made his mind go blank and restart.

Rowan’s stomach dropped.

He snatched his friend’s phone from the table, swiped to open the camera and, indeed, there was a gigantic hickey on the base of his neck.

What the hell.

“…I’ll be waiting for you to send me a picture of her after we hang up. And you never confirmed if you’re visiting for Beltane. Are you bringing her with you?”

Rowan swore internally. His mom wasn’t the type to pressure him too much, but the closer he got to thirty, the more hopeful she got about his love life.

“Mom, I don’t think I’m bringing anyone. Or sending pictures.” He sighed. “It’s not serious, okay?”

“Oh.” A pause. “Well, sometimes these things take time. You’re still taking her on dates, right?”

He didn’t answer.

“Rowan.”

“What, mom?”

“You are taking her on dates, aren’t you? Paying dinner. Making sure she gets home safe.”

Silence stretched.

“Rowan Whitethorn, this is not how I raised you!” Her voice raised to a strident, inherently mom tone that gave him war flashbacks from his teenage years. “You’re practically thirty years old! You need to stop fooling around and at least look for someone to settle down with…”

He let his mom keep scolding him and ran to the living room when he heard the bell ring. And just like she told him, Sellene was waiting on the other side of the door, holding a bag that he assumed had makeup inside.

She gave him a side hug and leaned closer to his phone. “Hi, Auntie Ro!”

His mother finally stopped lecturing him. “Hi, dear! Glad you made it alright. How’s the baby?”

“Way too comfortable in here, I want her out!” Sellene had an exasperated tone, but patted her pregnant belly affectionately.

He said goodbye to his mom while Fenrys greeted his cousin, then they all sat on the couch.

“Was it a beast?” Sellene asked.

Rowan tilted his head. “What?”

“The thing that bit you on the neck.”

Fenrys’ loud cackle boomed in the living room, followed by Sellene’s.

Rowan groaned. “You’re never gonna let me live this down, aren’t you?”

His cousin slowly shook her head. “Not a chance in hell.” She turned to his roommate. “Thank you, Fenrys, for telling me the juicy gossip and saving Rowan’s ass.”

He made a mock bow in response right before Sellene moved to sit by Rowan’s side and opened her makeup bag.

“I want my things back as soon as this bruise fades out.”

Rowan tried to not look annoyed. He was grateful his cousin was here to help him, but he wasn’t comfortable with this whole situation. Besides, why wouldn’t he return her makeup?

“That’s too bad. I was thinking of keeping your mascara.”

Sellene affectionately slapped the back of his head.

“For when you get another hickey, asshole. Now let me see which foundation matches your skin tone better.” A beat. “And give Fenrys your phone. We need to record this so you can do it again in the morning.”

Rowan took a deep breath, tried to relax and let Sellene do her thing.

This was nothing more than a reminder that he should end whatever was going on with Aelin. She’s his student, she has a boyfriend she’s lying to him about, and having sex inside any military base is a crime.

This fling was a fucking dead-end street.

And yet, Rowan knew he would be waiting for her at his office tomorrow evening.

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“Watch those steps!” He barked.

Rowan rubbed his neck and shoulders, trying to get rid of the stiffness there. He didn’t understand why did his students’ performance get ten times worse when they were marching in the rain.

”Allsbrook! You’re walking like Michael Jackson, watch your knees!”

The young man turned to Rowan, and his eyes widened a second later. Then his step faltered, nearly colliding with the recruit behind him.

“Don’t look at me, look ahead!”

They had been doing this for a whole month now, why in hell were his students looking at him so much? Even Aelin, for Mala’s sake.

“Forty on the floor after the march ends!”

It’ll easily become fifty push-ups or more if it stops raining, but his students already know that.

After both classes from this afternoon were done, Lorcan texted him asking to meet before he left the base. It was probably something about his schedule. What he couldn’t stop thinking about was this situation with Aelin.

What was supposed to be a one-night stand became an illicit affair, and now he was knee-deep into this shit. Fenrys knew, and he’d never drop this until he knew what was going on. Sellene knew. His mom knew.

Deep down, Rowan knew he needed to end it. As much as he knew he wouldn’t.

Worst case scenario, they’d stop in five weeks, when Aelin’s basic training ends and she leaves to the hospital, a whole block away from him.

Rowan shook these thoughts off and entered Lorcan’s office.

“You said you wanted to see me—“

“Whitethorn!” Lorcan stood up from his chair with both hands on the desk. “Tell me why the fuck is every newbie and their mother talking about this fucking vampire bite you have on.”

Fuck.

Rowan’s eyes widened, and he immediately put a hand above the purple spot.

“That’s not supposed to be there.”

“No shit.”

Groaning, he sat on the chair before Lorcan. “I mean, I covered it with makeup before coming to work. Sellene taught me and all.”

“You did a shit job at it. I can see everything.” He slowly sat back, eyeing Rowan warily. “You done for today?”

Rowan nodded in response.

“‘Kay. Don’t let anyone else see this, you hear me? Especially high-rank. You fucked up real bad.”

“I told you, it was supposed to be covered,” Rowan said through his teeth.

Rowan’s pulse was thundering between his tight muscles. He wasn’t mad at Lorcan, though. He was mad at himself.

He didn’t know if it was the rain, his sweat or something else that made the makeup fade, but that hickey shouldn’t even be there in the first place. Committing a disciplinary trangression like this, putting his career at risk, was a lot more than whatever he had with Aelin was worth.

“This is destruction of government property, you know.”

“What?” Rowan tilted his head. That was a way to snap him out of his thoughts.

“You.” Lorcan pointed with his index finger. “Are government property. This.” He pointed at Rowan’s hickey. “Is a transgression. Now you’ll leave base without letting anyone see you, and when you get home, you’ll tell that vampire you keep in your dungeon to stop damaging government property. And do better makeup tomorrow”

He nodded, understanding a command from a superior when he saw one, but still added, “There’s no vampire in my dungeon.”

Lorcan scoffed, “Then who’s the girl?”

There’s the problem with being friends with your boss. One minute he’s scolding you, the other he’s prying about your love life.

“There’s no girl.”

“A dude, them?”

Rowan groaned. “Okay, there’s a girl. I’m not talking about it.”

“It looks like she was trying to suck your soul out of your body from that spot, man.”

He bit his lip, forcing himself to not laugh and hoping his cheeks didn’t blush. That was a weirdly close description of what he and Aelin were doing last night.

His conversation with Lorcan wasn’t as scrutinizing as the one he had last night, though. He thanked Mala his friend wasn’t a big gossip as he left his office.

And went to his own.

It wasn’t to see if Aelin would be still waiting for him. He just needed to drop a things off first. Rowan’s body definitely didn’t relax when he saw her in a spot close to his office, but not so close so it wouldn’t raise suspicion.

“What took you so long?” She asked after looking around to check that the hall was empty.

He unlocked the door to his office, and only answered when they were both locked inside.

“Captain Salvaterre wanted to see me.”

“Was it about the hickey?” Aelin clamped her lips together, but the ends of it were still tugging up.

Rowan frowned. “That’s not funny.”

“It is a little.” Her giggle was as tiny as the tug Rowan felt in his chest. He heard her moaning quite often, but not her giggles. It was a good sound.

Rowan loosened her hair and tugged, tilting her chin up.

“I’m fucking that sass right out of you.”

Her breath hitched. “Please.”

Rowan pressed their lips together in a long, all-consuming kiss, feeling all the weight on his shoulders leave with a flick of her tongue. He had one hand still on the back of her head, while they used the other to fumble with each other’s clothes. Sometimes opening, sometimes groping. Aelin tasted like opioids and nicotine and everything addictive in the world, flavored with the grapefruit mouthwash she used.

She broke the kiss to fully take her clothes off and sit on the edge of his desk, and Rowan took it as a cue to kiss her lower. He trailed kisses on her collarbone and worked on her breasts, until he pinched one nipple and—

She winced.

Rowan immediately stopped. No matter how rough they got, and a wince was never his response.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry.” Aelin frowned at her boobs. “They’re a little tender. I must be getting my period soon.”

He resumed his caresses, gently kissing and licking her breasts while one hand slipped between her folds. “Is that better?”

She whimpered. “Very.”

Rowan slid her closer to the edge of the table and got on his knees, lazily kissing her thighs until he gave a long lick on her slit. Aelin’s breath hitched, and she wrapped her legs around his neck.

Gripping her hips with both hands, Rowan savored her with long and slow flicks of his tongue. She grabbed fistfuls of his hair and choked him with her thighs, but it only turned him on more. She moaned and wriggled against his mouth as he wrapped his lips against her clit, and when Rowan plunged a finger into her, Aelin tapped his shoulder.

“I want your cock,” her beg was a little too breathy.

Rowan grabbed a condom from his drawer, picked Aelin up and took her to the couch he brought just to fuck that pretty cunt of hers.

He sat on the couch still holding her, rolled the condom down and let Aelin take the lead. After letting Aelin guide him towards her entrance, he covered her mouth with one hand, grabbing her waist with the other.

She held herself with both hands on his arms and sank down, moaning against his hand as Rowan stretched her all the way.

Aelin’s pace was slow even after it didn’t need to be anymore. She was riding him in slow, provocative moves, throwing her chest out and showing off all her curves with an arched back. It made his body burn even more for her, muscles tightening with anticipation to fuck her the way he wanted.

“You’re teasing.” He slapped her ass.

She gasped, closing her eyes and opening her mouth in a sensual O. Then said, “Maybe I like teasing you.” Aelin opened her eyes and put one hand around his neck, squeezing and tilting so she could see his hickey. “And I really, really like that mark on your neck.”

When she squeezed her walls against his cock, Rowan lost it. He held her up, threw her against the couch’s armrest so she was lying on her stomach, and buried himself inside her.

His pace was as hungry for her as he felt. Every day, all day. Right now, he felt no shame about whatever they were or what he was doing. He’d keep it as long as Aelin kept kissing around his sense of right and wrong.

Rowan pulled her hair, spanked her ass and slammed into her all at once. The way she cried out pierced through him, marking his very soul. He still had to muffle it with his hand, though.

Their frenetic pace got even more frenzied when Aelin sobbed his name and held on to whatever she could. Rowan pressed her clit and she clenched around him in response, one pushing the other over the edge. He went limp over her for a second before giving her room to sit beside him.

“That was…”

Rowan nodded. “Yeah.”

Just like he predicted, he didn’t have one bone in his body that felt ready to end things with her. To do what he should do. This would be the perfect moment, and he was her superior. He could just ask her to stop seeking him and go on about his life.

However, Rowan wasn’t the first, neither would he be the last man to be ruined by his own dick.

“Rowan?”

He turned his face to her, catching sight of the slightly damp, sweaty ends of her golden hair, and how it framed her heavy breasts.

“I’m sorry about the hickey. I might’ve gotten carried away, I’ll…” Aelin bit her lip, cheeks flushing even further. “Restrain myself next time.”

Rowan waved her off. “Don’t worry about it. Just be careful. Apparently, you’re destroying government property.”

Aelin cackled, head tilted back towards the ceiling while her shoulders shook.

“Is that what he told you?”

“Yes.” Rowan snorted. “The property doesn’t mind, but you know how the government works.”

”Do you think the government will be upset if I destroy its property a little more?” Aelin had a troublesome smirk on, eyes glinting as she sat on his lap.

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thebradleybradshaw · 2 years

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boyfriend!rooster headcanons | b.bradley

synopsis: lil boyfriend headcanons about life with bradley bradshaw ft. fem!reader

notes: hi babies !! here’s some soft & sweet headcanons about boyfriend life with rooster !! just wanted a nice little post for my angels after today’s events. likes, comments, & reblogs are always appreciated. enjoy !! xx

Nicknames for him: Roost, Roo, Brad, Lee, stinky, honey, lovey

Nicknames for you: sweetheart, darlin’, baby, babygirl, my girl

Big spoon energy.... except the off chance that he’s being a big pouting baby and wants to be the little spoon

100% calls kisses ‘smooches’

‘Give me a smooch, baby’ ‘gimmie smooch’ ‘plant a big ol’ smooch on me baby!’

He’ll walk up to you silently with his lips puckered out and won’t go away until you plant one on him

He likes to place his hands on your cheeks and just hold you there while he gives you such a deep kiss you’re seeing stars

This man has a kissing obsession

He’s always placing kisses to your forehead, especially at random: shopping, cooking dinner, dancing at the bar, saying goodbye

He’s also extremely touchy. Every time he touches you, you swear you feel dizzy and lightheaded.

He loves to hold hands while you’re walking down the street and just swinging your arms

shared hobbies omfg

Hiking, couples’ walks, watching shows together, taking a painting or cooking class together

When the two of you got into cooking during quarantine, he had matching aprons made with your initials on it. he even had chef hats made, yours said head chef (it was also a major pun if you get the hint) and he was the sioux chef

The two of you have so many inside jokes it’s insane

You’ll look at each other while out to dinner with friends and try your best not to lose it while everyone stares at you wondering wtf is so funny

Meme King. He seriously has the perfect meme for every moment

Tiktok references

“That was too good, let’s get the bill....purr” is something Rooster says all the time, especially after a night out to dinner.

I 100% believe that Rooster would let you teach him Tiktok dances, but you could never ever actually post the video

He’s really good at the ‘Up’ by Cardi B dance

Speaking of Cardi B, Rooster will sing along to Meg the Stallion, Cardi B, Beyonce, and Lizzo at the top of his lungs.

His go to karaoke song is either ‘Kokomo’ by the Beach Boys or ‘Truth Hurts’ by Lizzo and let me tell you he crushes them both

Matching outfits

He looooooves to match your outfits together. ‘Babe what color are you wearing tonight? I’ll match it’. He insists that pink is your ‘couples’ color’.

He bought you a locket necklace with a B on it, and somehow managed to get his picture in it. You only take it off to shower and sleep.

You got him that gold chain that he also never takes off.

Baths together

We’re talkin bath bombs, salts, bubbles, the whole 9 yards. He’s got a special playlist for the occasion and plenty of tea candles to decorate the edge of the tub

He likes to lay back with you between his legs - you can feel his heartbeat on your back.

His hands are obviously holding your boobs, that’s a given. Just simple caresses. He claims they’re his ‘anti-stress balls’.

He’ll be softly humming the latest song in your ear, placing kisses to your neck and hair.

He’s got the loofa all soaped up and dragging it along your exposed skin

Obviously after bath sex ensues

Speaking of after the bath:

Rooster has you lay back, catching your breath from your session as he rubs lotion on your legs, helping you get dressed in your softest pajamas

God damn does this boy love to take care of you!!!

Brushing your hair, helping with your skincare, picking out your outfits, making you lunches for work

I believe Rooster is the most fun person to go shopping with. He’s pulling on crazy outfits just to make you laugh. He’ll do a dramatic twirl in the fitting room. He’ll randomly grab different pieces that he thinks you’ll look good in.

Beach days!!!

He loves to take you to the beach and have some fun in the sun

He’ll make sure you have all the SPF coverage that you need, sometimes lingering on putting it on your chest so you have to swat his hand away

Getting to massage his back, abs, and shoulders as you put it on him

The absolute power move it is to watch him getting out of the water, muscles glistening, skin tan and knowing that that is all yours

Laying on towels and sun tanning

Getting to watch the guys play football

Having that swooning romantic moment of Rooster chasing you, grabbing you by the waist, and running into the ocean together (punching the floor rn)

Long walks on the beach of course. He’s holding your sandals in one hand, the other hand is holding onto yours. Hair blowing in the evening breeze

He is truly the most honest, caring, and loving boyfriend on this planet

He’s holding you close at night, brushing hair out of your face as you talk about the struggles of the day

He is always, always there to listen. He’ll hold you in his lap on the couch, nod along as you go on and on.

A supportive King!!! No matter what it is you want to pursue he is there right behind you, cheering you on. He is truly head over heels in love with you and would lay down his life to ensure you get everything you want in life.

Even if that means letting you paint his toenails powderpuff blue

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shepherds-of-haven · 8 months

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For the writing ask meme:

What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

What is your deepest joy about writing?

Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage. (i’m not picking one, just grab something that was fun to write!)

Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:

-emeraldgreaves

What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

My writing ritual, up until around May, was like a little bit cursed: I'd typically write from 10 PM to around 4 or 5 AM, which is obviously not great. I'd also put on a show that was guaranteed to not distract me on extremely low volume (like 1 out of 100) in the background, so a show I'd seen a million times before, like the Office or Bob's Burgers.

Since coming back from a trip to Europe, though, I saw an opportunity to reset a schedule I'd kept to for the last 12 years and have now been rising and writing at a more appropriate time! Nowadays my writing ritual is going to the library, putting on fantasy or TTRPG orchestral music (particularly by Ivan Duch, who is composing the music for the game) in my earbuds, and clacking away! This ritual is only cursed in that some really weird shit happens sometimes at the library, but sometimes I get around that by reserving a study room for myself or me and my partner. 😌

What is your deepest joy about writing?

Hmmm, it seems cheap to say all of it! I think the satisfaction of completing a story that you've not only mapped out and plotted through, but actually executed, and then elicited strong emotional responses from others (hopefully as according to plan) as a result of all of that hard work is a truly joyful thing to experience. But just writing about the characters, exploring their psychology, and especially building their relationships to each other is also a huge part of it, and it's also a joy to explore and flesh out and create an entire new world for them to exist in... I just love all of it!

Around him, Scythia stirred to life beneath the skin-soaking warmth of early morning. It was just past dawn, so the heat of the day was not yet beating down on the city like a hammer against an anvil; but in an hour or two, it would edge close to brutal. Herald tipped his head back and let himself absorb the sights and sounds of the city while he still could. Long-necked white herons—called sword-birds for their vicious beaks—dueled together in lazy displays in the streets. Charcoal-eyed concurs beckoned him from curtained doorways, then caught sight of his own brand of ownership and looked away. There was the heavy, acrid scent of fuel and machine oil as he passed the Metal District, where mechanics in their garages toiled away on the racers and war rigs that crisscrossed the Badlands in choking clouds of dust. Underneath a shabby awning, a suntouched fortune-teller gave advice to a lean, restless merc with scarred shoulders and a face studded with fearsome metal rings.

This is from my current novel manuscript, which I keep telling people is like a cross between Mad Max and X-Men, but it's really evolved to become this more magical and intricate science fantasy, because I can't stay away from magic and humanoid/alien races and disparate cultures and, like, oppression and persecution, I guess. I really thought it was going to be a gritty dieselpunk adventure with machine guns and monster trucks and things, which it still has, but I think this passage (from the first chapter) kind of showcases its latest vibe, which is a bit more mystical and fantastical, as well. I've rewritten the first chapter at least five or six times, with this particular passage only being appended in the fourth or so iteration, so I think it's a good way of seeing (to me, the only one who read the first few drafts) how far the world has come, when the city and its environs weren't really described at all! I also just like the rhythm of the passage: there's something about it that feels satisfying. :)

Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:

It's an absolute vital necessity to me. It actively bothers me when I see the Oxford comma not being used... I will always use the Oxford comma. You could pry it from my cold, dead hands and I'd still be using it on my gravestone!

#me #personal #ask meme #ask game #extremely strong feelings about and for the oxford comma <3

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musubiki · 8 months

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btw idk if someone already asked this but do they say ily right away??? do they hook hook up right away??? i need the deets

YOU KNOW THIS IS SOMETHING I SHOULD HAVE SOLID ALREADY BUT I DONT YET!!!!! i DO know that lime definitely wouldnt let a large amount of time pass between when they hook up and when he tells her hes in love with her (in either order it happens on the same night. now way hes gonna be regularly sleeping with her and still be like "but what if she doesnt like me...")

at least the version in my head i have right now, they dont get together until the post-game (after the main storyline)!! after the witch king is defeated and everything is FINALLY, for the first time since mochi became a witch, quiet and normal. (im putting the rest under a read more bc its a bit long, its just me rambling about what happens) ->

i think he would tell her during the little dinner celebration they have after the witch king is defeated. everyone is there, the witches and their guilds and sulluvan and even the merchant takes a night off to party with them (strange). mochi is outside with pom, pom probably scolding her again on "this is the way you shouldve handled the fight so all that bad stuff wouldnt have happened. you shouldve been more resourceful as a witch blah blah blah--" and lime has to come rescue mochi from poms scoldings. grabs the cat by the neck and gives her to coco (coco likes snuggling pom against her will. shes the friend that grabs cats and forces them into hugs while the cat struggles and meows)

so he stays out there with her for a bit (alone 👀), chatting about nothing. eventually he asks "So now what?" since they always had something going on. and mochi says "Now...we can finally just. rest. run the shop and help people where we can. normal witch stuff." and starts rambling about how theyll still do commissions and fun adventures and travel around and stuff but for the most part, everything will be normal and theres nothing they cant handle anymore. and after shes finally done talking lime just goes "...will you go out with me?"

(the woman was too stunned to speak meme). its a mix of emotions cuz theres a 5% chance hes joking but the look on his face is so serious. and its also not a total surprise given their very blurred line relationship but it still stuns her to hear him say it.

and in VERY tcwg fashion, of course somehow gets interrupted before she can answer him. coco or sulluvan or SOMEONE starts yelling from the house "HEY THE CATERING GUY IS HERE AND NEEDS MOCHIS SIGNATURE AND OSCARS ALREADY TRYING TO EAT YOU NEED TO HANDLE THIS ASAP!!!" and lime is ready to kill somebody. the rest of the night mochi cant get a second alone with him and every time they make eye contact across the table they both get flustered.

the next day lime probably had to report in or something and mochis groaning to coco about "Noooo i didnt even get to respond what if he hates me!!!" and lime stressing over "Was I too forward...? No way right..??" (hes not overly stressed. at that point hes decided to just be dedicated to being unapologetically in love with her. he has a PRETTY good idea that shed say yeah but in the off chance shes like "nooo" then he decided to love her anyway and just be there for her)

so as soon as he comes home mochi is like "Hey!! Lime!! so uh!! I just remembered I need to go hunting for ingredients in (insert remote getaway she has access to)!! I was wondering if you wanna!! Come with me!!" the whole time red-faced and fidgeting with her braid. lime, bag in hand goes "I'm ready. Lets go now." (pom is like "mmm adventures yum" and mochis like "ahah....just lime." and forces her to stay there)

when they get there (via mochis magic doorway portals), and lime sets his stuff down, and mochi is there stammering and red in the face trying to get her words out, mumbling like "Lime! Uh! About yesterday!! I wanted to!! Um!! Well!! I wanna--//"

and before she can even get proper words out, he grabs her by her waist, pushes her against the counter and kisses her. its one of those deep, passionate, hands-all-over-her kisses. and when he breaks away from her, he nuzzles her hair and presses his forehead to hers and tells her he loves her. he tells her EVERYTHING. how he thinks about her day and night, he misses her when he has to leave, he loves her laugh and her smile and the softness of her touch and the feeling of her warmth on him, and he loves the tone of her voice and the way she cares and does little things for him, and every time he looks at her it makes his whole day. and he tells her how just knowing her has made him a better person and he wouldnt be anything without her. and how hed love her no matter what or no matter how long or no matter if this is something she wants or not, hed love her anyway.

he gives her little kisses between each thing he tells her, and by the end of it shes crying (getting back to the thing i was talking about a few asks ago). she hugs him tightly around his neck with her tears dripping on his uniform and tells him shes loved him her whole life and was always terrified to tell him because she didnt want him to leave and she knows how he generally was with other girls who have crushes on him. as soon as lime hears the "I've loved you my whole life" thing though, his response is "WHAT?! THAT LONG?! WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SOMETHING?!!" and feels a tinge of being pissed off that he couldve had her this WHOLE TIME, to which she responds "I WAS SCARED!!"

and he smirks at her and says "God, you really are literally a scaredy-cat." and shes still crying lowkey so just leans forward into his chest and muffles out a "Shut up you jerk." and he just stares at her for a bit, stroking her hair and planting little kisses on her head, and asks "...do you really love me?" because hes still in disbelief and this doesnt feel real, to which she reminds him that she (as a witch) will always always always love him and never stop loving him for the rest of her life.

so lime kisses her again. and again., and starts escalating it because god knows now that he has the green light there is NOTHING stopping him from having her. probably lifts her up and carries her into the bedroom to have his way with her

(funny tidbit though-- they were originally gonna stay there for like a week because lime wants her all to himself for a while to get all the s*xual frustration out of his system. he thought once he finally gets to be with her then he would have a better grip on how much he wants her, but in fact it makes it worse. so they end up staying there for like 2-3 weeks and even then they had to be forced to come back because oscar was tired of running the shop by himself and they were fucking up the business)

#anyway. enjoy the read if you wanna read the whole thing #this is one version!! so not set in stone #bpp #text #lore #there could very well be a version where they hook up first if lime at some point is pushed too far and breaks #either way the two events are very closely correlated so if one happens the other will also happen #the last paragraph is why theyre not allowed to be together until after everything is handled because lime would need her far too often

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