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lady-lunaaa · 7 months

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"just say you want me"

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x f!reader

Rating: MATURE, minors dni

Warnings: idiots/rivals to lovers that's literally it (oh and this is set during the Arabasta Arc because that's where I am in the anime k cool)

WC: 2.1K

Thank you to my beloved @gixxie for this request, I AM OBSESSED WITH IT. It's like twice the length it was supposed to be, oops. This idiot has my heart + soul, wanna bicker with him every day till death do us part 💚

You were currently crouched behind some barrels in the dirt in the middle of Nanohana's marketplace. It was as hot as Satan's asshole in Arabasta, not helped by the overcrowded streets and local delicacies being cooked over open flames at various stalls. Not even the obscenely skimpy dancer outfit Sanji picked out for you could placate the devilish heat. You hated it here. And you hated the one crew member you happened to be stuck with.

It was his fault you were hunched over supplies of what could only be perfume, the sickeningly sweet scent causing an ache to form between your brows, hiding from a couple of Marines - a woman carrying a sword and some newbie in full uniform. Zoro always managed to make your life more difficult. And more irritating. Somehow you always got stuck with the agitated swordsman. To the disgust of you both.

You peeked over Zoro's shoulder as he peered out from your hiding place to watch the woman converse with a local, no doubt asking if they had seen your pirate Captain or any of his crew. He looked panicked and very uncomfortable, brows pinching in the middle of his forehead, the longer he watched the interaction.

You rolled your eyes at his theatrics and couldn't help the scorn that slipped past your lips. "Unbelievable. Scared of a pretty little Marine."

Zoro flinched at your voice as if he hadn't realised you were so close and turned to you with a scowl, "I'm not scared, and she's tougher than she looks." He mumbled the last part, eyes flicking back to the blue-haired woman. You had no idea who she was but clearly Zoro did. And knowing him he probably pissed her off to some degree, if his cowering was anything to go by.

Nothing ever went simply for your crew...as if facing off against Crocodile wasn't a daunting enough task. The Marines just had to follow you here and get involved.

"Nawhh, does Zoro have a crush?" You put on your best simpering voice, pouting at your crew mate and making kissy noises. You doubted he actually did, the oaf was always too busy trying to be the world's greatest swordsman to ever entangle himself in romantic feelings (something that made you feel horribly relieved), but your words had their desired intention. Zoro's face grew red with anger as he clenched his jaw to hold back the tirade of insults you knew he wanted to spew at you.

"Shut. Up." He growled at you, a warning in his tone. You'd both been at it all day, bickering back and forth over nothing, the heat prickling at your waning patience. The two of you were even more impossible to be around than usual that even Sanji had made a comment to you about laying off Zoro. And he never defended his green-haired nemesis. It had been very disturbing, indeed.

You just smirked at him, wholly unaffected by the underlying threat simmering in his gaze. "Who knew the greatest swordsman in the world" - you put heavy sarcasm into the title making Zoro bristle further - "could be so shy? Maybe I'll call her ov-"

Just as you pushed yourself to your feet and raised a hand- you were yanked back down again. Your head narrowly missed the metal edge of the barrel and you hissed at your companion, rage bubbling in your gut.

"Idiot!" Zoro seethed, his grip around your wrist tighter than it needed to be, but you wouldn't let him know that. "If she's here, then Smoker isn't far behind."

Oh, you definitely pushed too far this time. Zoro looked as if he was about to throttle you. Good. Now he knew how it felt being around him all day every day.

"Pussy," you scoffed, wrenching your wrist from his fingers with a sniff.

"You're so fucking annoying, yaknow that?" He sighed, dropping his hand to rest on his sword's pommel. Clearly, you'd won this round. The old-man-at-heart had run out of steam. The thought made you immeasurably proud.

"The great Roronoa Zoro finally too afraid for a battle," your tone was light and voice low, testing the waters of his patience. He was faced away from you again, checking the situation in the street, but he stiffened at your persistence - the grip on his swords was so tight that his knuckles turned white.

You decided to be less of a brat and give him an inch. Only one though.

"Besides, you could beat him easy. Don't see why we have to hide." Your voice sounded petulant, like a child's, to your own ears. But the words seemed to breathe new life into your crew mate.

He glanced back at you from the corner of his eye, gaze flicking over your face for a second too long, before he trained it on the Marines once more. "I must be hallucinating because that almost sounded like a compliment."

It was your turn to tell him to shut up. The ghost of a grin pulled at his lips hearing the embarrassment in your voice.

"Shit!" Your quiet sulking was dashed with the panic in his voice. He scrambled backwards further behind the obstructing barrel pulling you with him.

"Fuck, what?!" You shot at him irritatedly, doing your best not to land on your ass in the dust.

"They're coming this way!" He whisper-shouted at you, dark eyes wide as he reached to pull one of his swords from its sheath at his side.

This was bad. All teasing aside, it was a smart choice to stay hidden and out of the Marines' way until you made it back to the ship (hopefully, with your Captain in tow sooner rather than later) -- as Luffy once told you, not everything can be solved with violence. And you were too darn hot to be engaging in battle right now. The crisp sea breeze aboard the Merry was calling to you.

The Marine didn't know your face, most people didn't, for despite your earlier protests at hiding you preferred to fight from the shadows (you were the ship's assassin of sorts). She only knew Zoro's. And since his most prominent feature was hidden behind a large hood all you had to do was make sure she couldn't see his face. So you did the only thing you could think to do.

You pulled Zoro up by his shirt and backed him against the nearest building behind you. He let out a strained 'oof!' as he hit the limestone wall. You didn't give him a chance to protest before you were pressing yourself into his front and smashing your mouth against his.

Zoro went rigid at the action, his shock evident in the way his hands shot up to grip your shoulders, holding your body a hair's breadth away from his despite the hand fisted in his shirt and your lips mushed against his. He could have pushed you away entirely if he wanted to but he knew what you were doing.

You could hear the Marines behind you questioning another citizen. You moved your mouth against his clumsily, trying to communicate through touch that he needed to look less like he was being attacked, and more like he actually wanted this. You cupped the back of his neck with your free hand and traced your fingers over his skin in an oddly comforting gesture to loosen him up.

Zoro hesitantly kissed you back, lips moulding to your own, as the tension left his posture and he relaxed into you slowly. You hummed into his mouth as his calloused hands slid from your shoulders and came to rest on your hips. His hands were so hot against your bare skin that it was chilling. Sweat trickled down your spine as your whole body flushed in response to his touch.

It felt nice. Too nice. And clearly Zoro agreed because he deepened the kiss, nose bumping yours as he changed the angle, exploratory tongue flitting out to request permission. You wanted to protest, push him away, but instead your lips parted instinctually. Obediently. You felt him smile against your mouth, and it made your stomach flip, heat pooling between your legs.

You felt as if you were swimming underwater, the sounds and sensations of the world around you muffled and far off. All you could feel and taste was Zoro. Instead of shoving at his chest you gripped his shirt tighter, so tight that you couldn't feel your fingers, grounding yourself so you didn't get completely lost in him.

His face was warm and his lips surprisingly soft, in harsh contrast to his rough hands pawing at your waist. You weren't a small woman but he still dwarfed you in size -- his frame curled around you as he dipped to better accommodate you against him. It was a soft gesture that made you feel giddier than it should.

He tasted like sea salt and ale. You inhaled his earthy signature of spices and sandalwood, the scent clinging to the inside of your lungs.

Your consciousness bubbled to the surface as a loud crash sounded behind you, your ears ringing harshly as you re-entered reality. The realisation of your predicament and the current position you were in slowly sank into your brain and you pulled gently against the hands holding you.

When Zoro failed to let you go you sank your teeth into his bottom lip, the man cursing you loudly as he reared back and away from you, bumping his head against the wall behind him in the process. You held in a laugh, placing your hand flat against his chest, and smoothing out the wrinkled fabric you had clenched so tightly only seconds before.

You shook your head at him slowly and turned your face to the side to surreptitiously check your rear. Zoro stilled in place as it dawned on him that you were supposed to be stealthy, his long fingers flexing against your bare skin where he still held your waist, keeping you flush against him. Thank fuck your remaining crew mates hadn't been here to see your little show, they'd never let you live it down.

You slumped in relief as your eyes confirmed that the Marines had moved on -- your plan worked. You turned around to smugly announce your victory only to find yourself chest to chest and almost nose to nose with Zoro. Your hand was still pressed against his sternum right over his wildly thumping heart. You flushed, your cheeks heating despite your wishes, as you blinked up at him.

The irritation that had been twisting his face only moments before morphed into a cocky smirk. His arms were still around your waist and he took the opportunity to fondle the tie at your waist that held your skirt up with a thumb and forefinger. You tensed, unprepared for the familiarity of the action. Your thighs clenched together involuntarily seeking friction.

This was the closest you'd ever been to Zoro minus your sparring sessions. But this felt very different than when you were trying to knock him on his ass.

"What the fuck was that?" He asked gruffly, his voice lower and thicker than usual. You admired his lips as he spoke, kiss-swollen and flushed a pretty pink.

You forced your eyes to look anywhere but at his face, worried your staring would betray your internal feelings.

"I-" Any snarky comments died in your throat, because honestly you were as curious as he was. "I don't know," you mumbled, staring hard at the rings decorating your fingers as they lay splayed against his chest.

You sucked in a breath as he crowded your space this time.

"Well, they say the second time's the charm." Zoro mumbled against your cheek, his nose brushing your temple. You swallowed thickly and tried hard to work a scowl onto your face as you pulled away to look up at him.

"Pretty sure it's third time's the charm, dumbass," you sassed with a roll of your eyes . He was such an idiot. You ignored the thought that flitted through your mind that it was sort of endearing.

It wasn't until you finally looked at his expression that you realised the implication your words held and you gulped, blinking up at him rapidly, heart rate skyrocketing.

His shit-eating grin widened, all white teeth and tanned dimples. You didn't even have the energy to be mad about it because he was so stupidly gorgeous when he smiled. If it wasn't for the ruddy hue working its way onto his cheeks you'd be self conscious about your own obvious attraction to him. He let out a puff of air as he looked into your eyes, his breath fanning across your lips and making you shiver in his hold.

He was close again, so close his lips brushed your own when he spoke, "Just say you want me."

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emojiturtledaily · 1 year

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Day 625: 🐢 & 🌛

#🐢#🌛#turtle #emoji #emoji keyboard #huh i somehow never posted this specific one #i posted the mirred one #🌜#like a year and half ago #but never this one

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huecomymundo · 4 months

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The Death Of Me (Mildly NSFW, suggestive)

Tokinada x Male! Soul Reaper! Reader

Relationship Dynamic: sub! Toki, dom! reader

Summary: 'He's a poison, injected directly into your bloodstream each and every time he touches you, or kisses you.. You know your no more than a plaything to Tokinada, he's such an addicting poison... Is he going to be the death of you? You spend your time pondering that, today. In the here, and now with him..'

They say you can intake a small amount of poison to build up an immunity.. For some, this is true! But you know, your going to feel really really terrible up until then. And it takes a really long time.

STORY START

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"You know, (y/n)..."

Tokinada hums lowly, laying against you with that cyanide tone of his. It spreads a warmth through your chest, and deep to your core. This stinging poison which houses itself within you.. Tokinada's poisoned you with his love oh- so long ago.. But he has so much fun with you, he just kept coming back to play with you some more..

You hum lowly back, in response to his question.

"Hm?.. Yes, Tokinada?"

The green haired noble has this mischievous, plotting smile on his face as he chuckles.

"Have you ever had the thought.. That one day, I may just pivot on my heel, and kill you without a moment's notice. No hesitation.. Not even feeling sorry or sad?"

You sigh.. Tokinada knows how to make you uncomfortable, as he ruins this quiet moment between you both.

"And not get punished.. We've talked about this before."

You mutter, slightly unenthusiastically.

"Hey~ My thought's exactly.."

Tokinada hums, turning his head to look up at your (e/c) eyes with a glimmer of entertainment. Your not as amused, being the subject of his grim musings.

"It's almost like you knew what I was going to say~ Smart boy.."

Tokinada reaches up to cup your cheek with his hand. You don't even flinch, and just let him. After all.. He'll be annoying about it if you didn't. With a quirk of a corner of your mouth, you close your eyes and lean into the soft, pampered hand of Tokinada.

"Because you bring it up constantly... Don't you ever get bored of asking the same question?"

You reply, with a flat tone. He runs his thumb over your lips with a playful grin.

Tokinada laughs at you, like an evil little cackle, and leans more onto you, his back onto your chest, shifting to start crawling on you. But first, he puts his other hand on your face, and pulls your cheeks.

"Haha! What a stupid question (y/n).. How long have we been doing this little thing now? I live to watch desolation come onto someone's face.. I know you already know, but I just can't get enough out of you.. I like fucking with you.."

Getting annoyed you growl lowly and strike him back.. You pinch one of his cheeks, causing him to immediately whine and squirm.

"Oowh!! Hey!"

"Your such a brat.."

You say, watching him go from enjoying your reaction, to being a disgruntled child who's been scolded. He huffs and crosses his arms when you finally let go of his cheek.

"Bastard.."

Tokinada says with a frown, and a huff. You roll your eyes and wrap your arms around him, one going around his neck, hand resting on his chest, while the other takes him by the waist.

You lean down a bit, and kiss the top of his damnable green head.

"You started it."

You mutter against those wonderful smelling, silky green strands.. Right under to your chin, you could feel his tight braid, sat against his head. You sigh and close your eyes, feeling him practically melt against you.

Just because your holding him doesn't mean he's all soft and oogy gooey! With a cranky face, he lets you hold him.

"Yes, and? That doesn't mean you get to be as bad as me!"

You roll your eyes as he scootched up on you as you said this, getting comfortable in your lap as he firmly claims his rightful place.

Tokinada liked bad mouthing other's while he sat his bony ass upon your lap.. It was a pastime of his, to sit on his living chair and shit talk Shunsui.. Or anyone else, for that matter.

Tokinada hated alot of people, but you? You were his special.. What were you though? You considered him a lover, but does he view the same of you?

Who knows. Because he'll never tell you how he genuinely feels.. Don't bother asking him about soft, lovey feelings. Because he'll gag aloud at you, as if throwing up on the idea of him being anything soft..

He's Tokinada. He's.. Not soft. He's not gentle, or sweet. But.. What is he to you? Tokinada shows a secret side of himself.

This.. Touch-starved, hidden tenderness that he only shows rarely, to you. He doesn't cry, or weep. But he doesn't smile in those moments. Usually.. He's laying on you, asleep. Or reading.. He writes, rarely. You don't understand him, even after years of.. Whatever this thing between you two is.

Tokinada hides so many secrets, and he never shares them. Not by word alone, any way.

In this moment, you breathe in his scent, a heavy dose of noble scent. He smells.. Like sandlewood, and bergamot, with a dash of lavender. His arms reach up, and his hands slide into your (h/c),(h/l) locks.

Sitting the way he is, his palms face inward, letting him groom you and mess up your hair however damn well he pleased.

"Yeah?.. Well, you have no reason, so why should I?"

You shoot back at him, seeing as he wants to be like that today.. You feel like playing with fire. Why not go for it?

Your hand slides into his fancy shihakusho.. Getting a giggle from him as he feels your cold hand against his warm skin.

"Oh hoh~ Bold today, aren't we? Challenging my authority AND being an outright pervert? Tsk tsk (y/n).. You naughty man.."

Tokinada tuts, not doing a damn thing about your hand.. If anything, he scoots back on you, trying to provoke a certain reaction from you..

You snort in amusement, as your hand caresses against the soft, smooth warmth of his skin. Tokinada gasps softly, as your fingers grace over one of his nipples.. He bites his lower lip, closing his eyes.

"I'll do both of those things happily, as long as your cute little ass lets me.."

Tokinada sputters a single laugh when your words reach his ears.

"God! Your so annoying!"

You squeeze him, with the arm wrapped around his waist. He's already as pressed up against you as he can be.. So you force a small noise out of him.

Tokinada's hands form fists your hair, and tug. The fistfuls pull your head back once.

"Release me at once, so I can face your insolence and perverted behaviors with direct punishment.."

You know he's not actually going to punish you.. But you do as he says any way, because it makes him happy. At least.. You think it does.

You give a small huff from your nose, sad that you have to leave his warm, hidden chest in favor of whatever he's about to do.. Releasing him, Tokinada immidietly twists his body around to face you.

His hips go first, his legs following after his pelvis to straddle your lap, his legs pinning you to the bench. With a toothy smirk, his olive colored eyes lock with your own (e/c) eyes as he fully turns around on your lap.

With his finishing shift, he sits his ass down on your lap as hard as he can. Oh, you are IN for it now..

The Nobles' hands reach up, and caress your jaw on either side as they slide back to your neck, and scalp.

"I'll teach you to treat the Head of the Tsunayashiro.."

He says with a playful curl of his lips and drawl of his words.

"Bring it on, glorified twink.."

You spat rather dishonorably back at him, you can see the visible annoyance appear as a vein on his forehead, and that little warp in his smile.

"Why you..."

He snarls lowly, fiercely grabbing fistfuls of your hair again, and harshly tilting it back forcefully.

The sting of it, you'll never be used to. You hiss and grit your teeth as your head is pulled back and at Tokinada's harsh grip.

You feel Tokinada bite at your neck, kissing your skin with lips and teeth that threaten to tear it out. He can feel your quickened pulse, the premise of your excitement just from this, riles him up to no end..

"Such a nasty, uncouth word.. Can't you use that damnable head of yours to think of something better to say about me?"

You pant out softly in pain, and mild arousal as Tokinada licks up your neck. His tongue is hot, and wet as he drags it upwards.. He sucks on your adams apple for a quick, fleeting moment.

"Or must I teach you again that I do not fraternitize with commoners and idiot's? Your lucky I've given you even a shred of my attention.. I'll remind you, of your place, you lowly dog.."

Tokinada says with a smooth, soft voice. You can feel him smile against your throat..

You scoff at him, and remind him of what place he is in. Your arms don't wrap around him again, and instead your hands go right for the Nobles' ass.

With one hand, you grab him as hard as you can, causing him to shiver, and press against you fully again. Your other hand, shoots upward and grabs a decent amount of the longer strands he had, hidden behind his head. You get a noise of surprise out of Tokinada- a moan.

"Ah-! You fucker.."

He hisses at you.. But you think it's funny. You grope and grab him rather gratuitously with one hand. For as thin as he is.. It's amazing Tokinada has something to grab at for an ass.

"How about I remind you, where you are currently.. In my lap, like an obedient little show dog.."

He wants to call you a dog? Fine. He gets it right back.. He wants to tug your hair? You'll tug his right back.

He whines as you pull his head back, so you can start attacking his neck just as he did to you..

"Ngh-!.. (Y/N)!"

Tokinada barks your name, but you do not answer when called, as you start placing kisses on his neck. You ever so slightly part your lips, as you open your mouth to surprise bite him.

You linger on his neck, kissing his lovely skin, before you find the exposed junction of his neck connecting to his shoulder.

Oh how the unbitten flesh calls you.. The bruises from the last time you bit him there, are nearly gone.. Looks like you'll have to make new one's, to make up for the loss.

You open your mouth as wide as possible, before biting down onto his flesh and muscle with all your might. Oh, that'll send him reeling for sure..

As your teeth sink into his flesh, a loud, pleasured yowl jumps from Tokinada's throat, and out his open mouth.

"Ahn-!"

You can feel him arch against you, he's a greedy being.. A Noble lives pampered, and unbothered.. Getting everything they want, when they want. Tokinada must'ave been born with something screwy in his head..

You stay latched onto him, tasting that gently salty flavor of his skin. God- he smells so good. He's so warm.

You finally pull your teeth from his skin, feeling him shudder against you is ever so pleasing to you.

"With as loud as you are, If I wasn't who I am.. I'd think your having the time of your life.. You'd love it, if that was the case. Right, you filthy little Noble?"

You say to him with an amused chuckle following your words en suite.. He's figured out that you learned how to press his buttons, as he- yours. Sharp as a blade, you are.

With a noise that sounds like a grunt of irritation, but what is actually a noise of approval and validation, his olive eyes focus on you from the bottom of his lashed eyelids..

The corner of Tokinada's mouth curl upward in a devious way, as he gives you a soft breathe for a first response.

"How dare you threaten me with a good time?.."

His hands are no longer fists at the back of your head, instead, your (h/c) locks are released, and he lovingly scritches your head. While, you still have a rather ferocious grip on his own foresty green hairstrands with that avacado colored streak..

You chuckle, as he moans again when you tug his hair. His head is already as far back as it can go- but you knew that.

"Ah~!"

"I'll threaten you with whatever I want, whenever I want.."

Your (e/c) eyes glance around, to spy no one in particular watching on as you feel up the Head of the Tsunayashiro clan.. Him in your lap, like the good little bottom he is in secret for you..

Tokinada's eyes flutter and roll into the back of his head, and he gnaws on his lower lip as you touch the skin you just bit with your lips, tenderly kissing your teethmarks.

Tokinada starts getting a little too eager as he start's grinding his middle on your thigh. His hips roll back and fourth, ever demanding as he starts getting desperate.

"Hhn-.. (y-y/n)~.. Your such a fucking mongrel.."

He snarls, quickly unravelling by the second.. As the wind blows through the sakura grove, petals fly all around you and your Noble lover.. If that's what he is.

You release his hair, and thus his head springs back ever so slightly. At the moment of his freedom, Tokinada's hands come out of your hair, and take up either side of your jaw again, as he forces you to look up at him. Your free hand travels down his back, making him shudder once more.

You expected as such- his lips hungrily crashing against yours, to clash in a lustful, sinful embrace of a hungry make out.

You bite down on his bottom lip, and like an obedient bottom, he opens his mouth to you. Your tongue invades his mouth, immidietly coming into contact with his tongue.

You trace his teeth, dipping the tip of your tongue into the grooves and dips of his teeth, catching the faint flavor of what he ate before meeting up with you..

Something sweet, and sugary. No one can tell him what to eat, especially since there are no other Tsunayashiro around. So.. He eats what he pleases, whenever he want. Not that it matters, truly. Just another luxury Tokinada holds over you.

Tokinada's moans are greedily swallowed by you, you swallow any and every noise he makes.. Muffling them as they come.

When you pull back, Tokinada whines at you for the nth time today, and you sit back to see the cute, desperate expression on his face.

You lick your lips, as from the moment you seperated from him, saliva broke from thin, glassy strands of spit. You savour the flavor.. And the sight. Tokinada's lips are parted, and his eyes are half lidded..

He doesn't look as malicious for the moment.. Like when he bathes in the afterglow of an orgasm. Only you have really watched him unwind the creature he's made himself out to be fully, but in doing so.. You are imbibing in poison.

He huffs at you, and his mouth fully curls up into a sultry smile.

"You horny bastard.. How are you so irrsistable..?"

You shrug, full well knowing why.

"Dunno.. Maybe you wanna be reminded?"

You ask, with an eyebrow raise and wiggle, causing him to snort at you like the snooty Noble he is.

"Maybe I do.."

He says, leaning in again, to steal your lips away, and to keep you from making a smart ass remark.. Again.

He will kill you, one day. For his poison has already claimed your heart, body, and mind.. All he needs to do now, is pluck your soul from it's vessal.. And your a goner.

Is it really, so bad? To be fodder for Tokinada? Fueling the green, envious flames that slowly swallow you up in bright flickering light..

There is no flame better to swallow you whole, other than Tokinada.

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Hope you enjoyed reading 💚 I don't see any x reader's featuring Tokinada. Especially male reader's.. So, here I go!

I started this today, and finished it.. Today. Which is something I want to do more!

Honestly didn't think I'd be doing Tokinada first, but I do love me pampered, snooty noble men who deserve to be put in their place.. Though, he's really putting you in his place.. If you catch my drift 😏

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aricastmblr · 17 days

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[EPISODE] SUGA | Agust D TOUR 'D-DAY' in SEOUL - BTS (방탄소년단)

(https://youtu.be/MdoJUJGrYFE?si=8bNhAJETyXQEhUop)

bts_bighit X 7Abr. 2024

[Episode] SUGA | Agust D TOUR 'D-DAY' in SEOUL 비하인드 공개!😺 #아미응원최고짱짱맨뿡뿡👍 #윤기형응원온동생들💜 #SUGA #슈가 #AgustD #BTS #방탄소년단 #D_DAY #D_DAY_TOUR #SUGA_AgustD_TOUR (https://youtu.be/MdoJUJGrYFE)

[Episodio] Revelando el detrás de escena de SUGA | ¡Agust D TOUR 'D-DAY' en SEÚL! 😺#ARMYsCheersAreTheBestJjangJjangManBboongBboong 👍 #DongsaengsWhoCameToCheerOnYoongiHyung 💜 #SUGA #AgustD #BTS #D_DAY #D_DAY_TOUR #SUGA_AgustD_TOUR

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bloodbound-soldiers · 6 months

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MANN CO. EMPLOYEE FILE

November 4th, 1969 11/04/69

This file is protected under private law. Under no circumstances should this file be shared, redistributed, or photo copied, or otherwise duplicated via Respawn, Teleportation, or other means accessable.

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NAME: Runo █████ GENDER: M AGE: 34

HT: 5'11" WT: 196 lbs BLOOD: O-

CRIMINAL HISTORY: ATTEMPTED MURDER, BATTERY, 2ND DEGREE MURDER; NOT GUILTY BY REASON OF INSANITY

FACTION: S.P.E.C. OPS CLASS: Soldier

RESPAWN COMPATIBILITY: Y / N

EXTRA: "Intriguing". Has a habit of violent outbursts and a history of anger issues. Works on both RED and BLU by order of the Administrator. No-nonsense. Takes orders well. Thorough.

Employed through Specialized Paranormal Elimination Corps Operations. Main duties are as follows:

• Keeping the mercenaries on the front lines focused and grouped through the following seasons: October - November

• Assisting assigned team in achieving unmet goals and quotas for the month

• Eliminating threats to said quotas, especially those of supernatural, ethereal, paranormal or otherwise otherworldly origin

MANN CO. WEAPONS AND ARTILLERY 1968

Runo is the body, Raziel is the mask haunting it. A cursed man, Runo carries the weight of his hunger for power on his shoulders every day after one mistake led him into a life of violence.

Other characters mentioned on this blog: Saturn, an old friend of his, and Jazpin, his team's Spy. Runo talks in green, Raziel talks in purple, corresponding to their eye color whenever one takes control over the other.

#talking tag:#🌛 Runo's Rambles #🌜 Raziel's Monologues #reblog tag:#🪻 Borrowed #🥀 Stolen #answer tag:#🦅 Answers I Seek #🐦‍⬛ Answers He Seeks

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toast-crumb · 8 months

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Hi so basically I've been trying to be lucid since this month.. Do u have any begginner tips for this? And Like any tips to be able to do it before like a week

hi anon !!

So firstly, i do wanna preface by saying it does take some patience and practice, but it’s really easy to do it once you get into it.

I answered a similar question yesterday and talked about the Wake Back To Bed (WBTB) Technique, reality checks, and affirmations.

So I’d like to introduce you to the Mnemonic Induction of Lucid Dreams (MILD) which was invented by Dr Stephen LaBerge while studying at university to have lucid dreams on demand, and it is said to be effective and ideal for beginners!

Basically, if you don’t already know, a mnemonic is a learning technique that’s supposed to aid memory, which in this case will help you remember your intention to LD and recognize when you’re dreaming.

It’s broken down into four sections:

Dream Recall

Reality Checks

Affirmations

Visualizing Your Dream

You can already do the first two steps any time today. For dream recall I find it best to write down my dreams in a journal as soon as I wake up, and even throughout the day you can think about the dream you had, or even tell someone about it!

Reality checks are simple, it’s just a little trick you do to see if you’re dreaming or not (i.e. trying to shove your fingers through your palm) Pick one or two you like the best and go nuts!!

Affirmations are probably one of your best friends I am not kidding. You’d be surprised at how well it can rewire your brain. I find it best to do my affirmations right before I fall asleep, just repeating things like “I will be aware I am dreaming,” “I am going to lucid dream tonight” stuff like that because you’re putting it fresh in your mind, and make sure you really put some feeling into it- believe you will LD, because you can !! It’s so easy I promise.

And onto visualizing your dream: This is the fun part. As you’re falling asleep you just relax and imagine all those scenarios or previous dreams you’ve had, imagine if you were already lucid and what you’d be doing on your little adventure. I’ve read where people would insert “dream signs”- something that tells them they’re dreaming. Like anything out of the ordinary that wouldn’t make sense in your awake world. (For example, I became lucid one night because in my dream one of my pets was injured and acting really strange- I cried for a moment until I looked at her and was like ‘wait a minute.. my pet doesn’t ever look/act like that. I’m dreaming!’)

And take time to practice anytime you’re feeling sleepy! You wanna take a nap? That’s the perfect opportunity to start training your mind for it !!

Okie i think that’s all for now, if you have any more questions please don’t hesitate to ask and remember :

YOU ARE 100% SAFE IN YOUR DREAMS, YOU ARE IN CONTROL AND CAN DO WHATEVER YOUR MIND WANTS TO !!!!

Happy dreaming !! 🫶🏻✨

#🌜ask toast🌛#lucid dreaming #the lucid dream method #shiftblr

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crehador · 2 months

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if anyone has samaichi ficlet requests pls send them now!! banging out as many dailies as i can before my family chauffeur duties resume in the morning lol

#be careful learning to drive your overseas relatives can and will use you as a free uber when they are in town 🌜😭🌛

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cecy83 · 3 months

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#rose e 🌛#🌹🌹🌹#🌜🌹🌹🌹#wallpaper

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bittcnneck · 2 months

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He'd spent all day without her - all day ! Even a moment was far too long for his liking, so when Lucifer finally caught sight of his beloved Lilith in their bedroom, unwinding for the day and already in her sleepwear? He couldn't help himself any longer.

Quietly making his way up behind her where she sat before her mirror scorched hands slowly worked their way up along her sides, tracing Lilith's otherworldly curves as lips pressed tender kisses along her bare neck and shoulder.

" My beautiful dove ... " Lucifer purred against her skin, nibbling at the crook of her neck just as hands cupped her breasts. Gently he began to knead at perfectly soft mounds, trailing his lips up toward her ear as he whispered. " How you filled my thoughts all day ... "

It had been a busy day for both of them, and how Lilith had missed the love of her life. It was so hard to be patient, but as soon as she heard his foot steps, it was worth it. She arrived home earlier than him, having time to take a bath, put on a pretty dress and blow dry her hair. And by the time Lucifer arrived at the room, she was sitting in front of her mirror, her long, blonde locks on one side of her shoulders. brushing it, her plump lips widened into a smile as she observed Lucifer walk closer from the mirror. And as soon as his lips made contact with her neck, a shiver went down her spine.

Giving her hair a few more strokes, she placed the brush down on the table, watching from the mirror in front of her how his beloved dragged his lips on her neck while his hands started to grope her needly. "Mmh.." she let out a soft moan, closing her eyes as she leaned back to his touch. "It's almost difficult to breathe when you're not near.." she whispered back to him, one of her hands going to to gently stroke his hair. "I hate being separated from you for hours, my star.."

#🌜ᵠcome little children. I'll take thee away; into a land of enchantment.ᵠ🌛 {lilith}#UR HONOR THEYRE SO IN LOVE 💗#Tw suggestive

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lady-lunaaa · 1 year

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Birthday Boy

Pairing: Armin Arlert x fem!reader

Rating: EXPLICIT! minors do not interact

Warnings: established relationship, sneaking around with family and friends downstairs, female reader, use of pet names 'baby' and 'angel', blowjob, hair pulling, lots of lip gloss, choking on dick, fluffflufffluff (and no h/c in sight, can you believe it).

WC: 3.7K

Lullaby

a/n: idk this just happened...legit sat in bed and wrote this in one go, so if you see any mistakes, no you don't. but birthday boi deserves it 💙 will be thinking about this and him forever, thanks, have a nice day. AND THE BIGGEST THANK YOU TO MY WIFE @dabilove27 WHO BETA'D THE FUCK OUTTA THIS, practically co-wrote jesus, BECAUSE I HAD SQUARE EYES BY THE TIME I WAS DONE. I love you forever <3

Armin is doing the rounds, greeting friends and family and thanking them for coming. It's been a long day. You insisted on making tonight a big affair, pulling out all the stops and decorating his childhood home in birthday streamers, banners and bunches of balloons. You and his mother are a dangerous combination, you can't be stopped once you get going.

But tonight is special for another reason than just his birthday. You both have an announcement to make, and he's unusually nervous about it. Armin is happy not having the spotlight on himself. It's been that way ever since he was a child, having a best friend like Eren Jaeger meant he wasn't usually seen. Until he met you, of course. You saw him from the very first moment you met him.

He was oblivious at first, he wasn't used to attention, to people flirting with him. Mikasa told him he was an idiot. Actually, so did you. He smiles at the memory, taking a sip from the champagne flute you practically forced into his hands earlier. His phone buzzes in his pocket and he hopes that it's you. You've been gone a while. You went upstairs to prepare for the announcement, you said you'd only be a minute, but it's been at least ten.

Armin steps out into the hallway, where it's quieter, and fishes his phone out of his trouser pocket. He isn't prepared for what meets him as he presses his fingertip to the scanner. His phone screen is lit up with an image of you, scantily-clad, in a delicate lingerie set. It's new. The same shade of blue as his eyes (he's sure that was an intentional choice on your part). You're perched on the bathroom counter upstairs, back to the mirror, and your head peeking coyly over your shoulder.

His eyes roam the screen, the curves of your ass, the way your cheeks squidge against the marble counter beneath you, back arched alluringly.

The front of his slacks tighten, and he hastily lowers his screen's brightness, despite the fact there is no one currently out here. Habit, he guesses. I mean both your families are wandering around and this is his mother's house. He doesn't think you'd be too pleased if his grandma, or one of your brothers, caught an eye full of your bare ass perched on his parent's bathroom counter. He readjusts the front of his trousers surreptitiously before tapping out a response with his thumb.

A- I thought when you said you were preparing, you meant for our guests. That's taking hospitality a little too far, don't you think?

You immediately send a photo back of your pretty face, eyes rolling dramatically, and he laughs quietly to himself.

A- Seriously, the boys will never recover if you come down dressed in that…

He watches, heart racing, as the little text at the bottom of the screen displays, 'typing…'

You - Get up here rn, Arlert. Before I change my mind.

He doesn't need to be told twice. Armin slips his phone back into his pocket and scans the hallway, making sure no one sees him making his way to the stairs. He downs the last of his champagne, in a hasty decision, and sets the flute down on the decorative table by the front door.

His heart hammers with every careful step he takes, ascending into the darkness of the upper floors, thoughts on your gorgeous body clad in lace all for him. His dick twitches in his pants in anticipation.

When he finally knocks on the bathroom door, you open it a crack, smiling softly when you see it's him. Christ, you didn't even lock the door. This is a dangerous game you're playing. You let him in, opening the door just enough that he can slip through, his chest brushing against the frame as he does so. You shut the door quietly and he slides the lock into place. Just in case.

"Took you long enough." You tease.

"I was barely a minute." He counters, taking a step closer to you and drinking you in.

"A minute too long." You quip back at him cheekily, mirroring his action and moving closer to him.

He chuckles, you keep him on his toes that's for sure. You're practically chest to chest now, almost touching, but not quite. The tension is palpable, electricity crackling between your bodies, as you each wait for the other to make the first move. Armin uses the moment to appraise your choice of underwear, once again admiring that soft blue, so beautiful against your skin.

He lifts a slender finger to trace the edge of the lace that cups your full breast. You shiver at the contact, pushing out your chest in response, unable to help yourself. He continues his journey, letting his finger slip between your cleavage and pulling at the panel of lace that sits between them. The lace pattern is fairly large, and there's no fabric underneath, meaning he can see your pert nipples through the design.

Your tits are pushed together in a way that makes his mouth water. He can't get enough of your squishy curves and soft skin, you make him crazy.

He slides his other hand over the curve of your shoulder, slow and soft, delighting in the way you shiver. You trail your fingers up his arm delicately, unable to hold back any longer and let him have all the fun, as you run your eyes greedily over his frame. He looks fucking delicious. Smart casual, as is the dress code, but somehow he manages to make simple look so darn good.

It really is unfair of him, wearing a turtleneck, he knows it's a weakness of yours. The slim fit hugs his torso perfectly and accentuates his slender neck, the deep blue material bringing out the different hues in his eyes. He's so pretty it takes your breath away, and you're so glad you finally have a moment alone with him.

"Missed you." You murmur, voice a breathy whisper. It's silly to miss him when you've been in the same room for hours…but you did anyway. You missed his full attention on you, being able to touch him, be intimate. His heart squeezes in his chest at your confession.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm," you hum, pressing your body flush against his (oh how he wishes he wasn't wearing clothes right now), "you look so good tonight, couldn't keep my eyes off you."

It's funny you should say that, because now he's the one who can't keep his eyes off you. There's just too much flesh on display, and the scent of your perfume, mixed with the unique scent of you, has him intoxicated.

"I missed you too, angel." He whispers, brushing the back of his hand against your cheek. He's faintly aware that he feels dizzy, perhaps a side effect of the champagne. Or then again, maybe it's just you.

"Do you like?" You look down at yourself, gesturing to the lingerie. He nods, lips parting to let out a contented sigh. It stirs the hair brushing against your neck, and he has the sudden impulse to wrap his hand around your delicate throat, to push his thumb into your pulse point and steal the breath from your lungs.

"I like, very much. This all for me?" He teases, running a finger under the strap of your bra and playing with the lil blue blow that meets the cup.

"All yours baby." You whisper coyly, fluttering your mascara-clad lashes at him.

He groans and pulls your bra strap towards him before letting it slip from his finger. The snap of the material against your skin makes you yelp and buck into him.

He loves all the little noises he can elicit from you, the way you play along, and give as much as you get. He likes to play with you, but right now, he's impatient (and very aware of the room full of people waiting for you downstairs). He uses the same finger to trace over the thin lace again, but this time he flicks over your nipple, quick and light, making you gasp.

He moves to give attention to the other one, but you catch his wrist in your hand, manicured nails digging into his skin just slightly. A warning.

"Uh uh baby, you're the birthday boy, this is all about your pleasure." The words send a thrill shooting down his spine and straight into his cock. God, you're so perfect. And so good to him.

You let go of his wrist in favour of placing a hand against his chest and walk him backwards across the room. His mother has a weird penchant for putting a decorative chair in every room, including the main bathroom (kind of like fancy hotels), but he finds himself thanking the weird decorative habit as you push him down into the chair with a firm hand.

You straddle him once he's seated, draping your thighs over his and using the points of your toes against the floor to keep yourself upright. You arch your back so that he can see your ass over your shoulder and walk your fingertips down his chest lightly.

Fuck, he's so handsome. All blue-eyed and blonde-haired, with that little upturn to his nose, in complete contrast to his strong jawline. He drives you crazy. You wish you could undress him slowly, take your time with him, but your guests won't wait forever. You sigh, feeling the stiffness in his pants poke into your thigh. You roll your hips into his lap and place your arms around his shoulders, leaning in dangerously close.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous." He whispers, pushing his hips up into yours, seeking friction.

"Patience, baby." You whisper against his mouth, glossed lips brushing his, your breaths intermingling.

Armin can't deal with your lips so close to his, all plumped and shiny from your hot pink gloss, that he assumes you applied just before he got here. They look irresistible, and he should be worried about that gloss staining his own lips, but he isn't. He doesn't care. He surges forward, ready to capture your mouth with his own, but you're quicker.

You tangle your fingers in the shorter hair at the back of his neck and pull his head back, firm but not harsh, exposing the curve of his throat to you. You watch carefully as his adam's apple bobs in his throat, his turtleneck so tight that you can see the movement through its material. It's mesmerising, watching him do something as simple as swallow.

His plump lips part, breath coming fast, as he regards you from under his lashes. He looks drunk, cheeks flushed and eyes at half mast. His blonde lashes are so long that they skim the apples of his cheeks as he blinks, slow and deliberate. He must know what he does to you, you tell him plenty, how he makes you want to lose control. You want to sink your teeth into him, leave marks. But that will have to wait until later.

Your heart rate picks up at the thought but time seems to slow. It's so strange the effect Armin has on you (has had on you from day one), as if time stands still when you're with him, so caught up in each other that the rest of the world passes you by - it's inconsequential.

He looks at you curiously, unsure why you won't kiss him, but trusting you implicitly. You smile, slow and sweet.

"Not yet, baby, I have other plans for this." You roll your lips together, your cherry pink gloss sticking your lips together for a second, before you let them pop apart. You put on extra for a very good reason, it probably looks ridiculous, but there's a method to your madness.

Armin tracks your every move, chest rising and falling rapidly. Every time he inhales your breasts squish up against him invitingly. He's getting impatient. Usually, he lasts the longest in your little games…but he's always so needy when you take control. You love it.

You hold his head back, fingers fisted in his hair, for just a moment longer…to display the control you have over him. He watches you watch him, your gaze heated and affectionate. When you think you've tortured him enough, you pull away and slowly slide from his lap onto the floor, kneeling against the cold tile between his legs.

Armin slowly tilts his head forward (now that you've relinquished control of it) and watches you descend, his pupils blown wide, engulfing the pretty blue of his irises that you love so much. It's exactly the reason you chose this lingerie set, besides the lace and bows and pretty design, it's the perfect shade of sky blue that immediately made you think of his eyes.

You slowly undo his belt and pop open the first button of his slacks, humming in appreciation at the hardness you feel brush against your hand as you do so.

"So hard already, baby," you murmur, petting his erection through his underwear lazily. He sucks in a breath and grips the arms of the chair tightly.

You laugh breathily as you tug his trousers down just enough to let his dick spring free from his boxers. Armin has the prettiest cock you've ever seen, long and curved with a pretty pink head. A pretty cock for a pretty man.

You wrap your hand around his length and give it an appreciative pump. He throws his head back and lets out a long moan, so sensitive now he's finally being touched.

Fuck, you love the noises he makes for you. Love it when he pants and whines and groans. You could listen to his symphony all night long, but you're suddenly reminded of the time once again, and decide to give him what he wants.

You pump his shaft a few more times, satisfied with the precum that beads at his tip. A few more breathy groans escape him, and as much as you adore them, you decide to quiet him down the only way you know how. You peel his shirt away from his stomach, revealing his defined abs, and stuff the end into his mouth.

"Be a good birthday boy and be quiet, will you?" His eyes flash, liquid heat pooling in their depths, but he nods quickly.

You watch him as you lean over and press a kiss to his swollen cock head. It leaves a messy red print against his skin in the shape of your lips. You admire your handiwork. Armin's eyes widen, realising the point of the lip gloss.

You waste no more time, licking a long stripe from his balls all the way up his length to his head, where you lap at the pre with little kitten licks, smearing your sticky gloss mark over his tip. Armin pushes his hips into your face, his moan muffled around his shirt.

"Fuck." He curses, biting down into his makeshift gag. You smile against his cock before you open wide and let him push himself inside your mouth. He's long, too long to fit inside you all at once, and you gag when his mushroom head nudges the back of your throat. He groans louder as your throat constricts around him. So tight. So warm and tight, he can't even think straight.

You plant your hands on his thighs for leverage, digging your nails into his slacks, if he wasn't wearing them you know you'd leave crescent-shaped welts in his pale skin. You swirl your tongue around his tip as you come back up, delighting in the salty sweet taste of him.

You breathe in deeply and relax your throat, letting him in further this time. He rolls his hips up, trying to encourage you to increase your pace. Naughty, naughty. You slooowly pull back and focus your attention on his tip, working it between your lips with fervour until he's shaking beneath you, and then dipping down and taking his length into the back of your throat again. You repeat the action a few times, teasing his tip and then swallowing him down.

At some point his hand finds the back of your head, guiding you up and down his cock. You get lazy, eager for him to take back a little control. You open your mouth wider, expanding your throat, and let him fuck gently into your mouth. His grip on you is firm but not rough, he doesn't want to muss up your hair too badly. He pushes his cock to the very back of your throat, slow enough not to cause any pain, but until you're gagging around him uncontrollably.

He loves that sound, wet and muffled, loves the vibrations against his dick as you moan and hum around him. He's tensing, his movements a little sloppier, more erratic as he chases his high. He can't help but fall apart whenever you look at him like this; eyes hazy and tearful, and your lips stretched around his girth as you make a mess, drool dripping down your chin. Your gloss is smeared across your lips and all over his cock, leaving a ring of sparkling magenta around his base. You think it looks beautiful. This will have to do until you can mark him properly later.

You can sense he's near climax from the way he's writhing and shaking beneath you, muscles tight, as curses and praise fall from his lips in tandem. At some point his shirt fell from his mouth, you can't find it in you to care, blindly hoping no one can hear you from downstairs.

"Fuuuck baby, feels so good. My pretty lil' angel always knows how to make me- ahhh, feel good."

You keen at the praise, humming low in the back of your throat, knowing he loves when you're vocal. He shudders, mouth open, and brows pulled up in that perfect display of ecstasy. He looks so pretty and so fucking hot. You're wet, so wet, and painfully turned on. You wish you could fuck him right here, ride his cock until you were squirting all over his thighs, but there isn't time. And your guests might have some objections to that.

Luckily you're patient, you like the wait, like to be worked up for so long that Armin can practically make you come untouched.

You slide your right hand up his thigh until you're cupping his rounded balls in your palm, fondling them lightly, as you shove his full length so far down your throat you think you might pass out. Stars dance across your vision, and you feel a rush of arousal pooling in your panties. He comes with a cry, humping your face as he rides out his high, hands holding your head still.

Your clit throbs at his uncontrolled moans and whines as his warm release paints the back of your throat. You feel tears slide down your cheeks, thank the Lord for waterproof mascara.

Armin lets his hands slip from the back of your head to the sides of your face. He holds your face in his palms as he comes down from his high, breath returning to normal and his cheeks losing some of their colour. He rubs your sticky bottom lip with his thumb absentmindedly, clearing your face of lip gloss. You could get drunk off the way he looks at you, with sheer adoration, like you're the most precious thing to him in the whole world. And you know that you are, just like he is to you.

"I wanna eat you out," he breathes, pushing his thumb past your swollen lips.

You smile around his digit, taking it into your mouth and sucking obediently. The way his eyes darken has slick wetting your panties once more, the lace garment is soaked through now. Nothing much you can do about that. As much as you'd love to take him up on his offer, there isn't time. You part from his thumb with a pop of your lips and let it rest against your bottom lip once more.

"No time, baby, I'll have to take a rain check." You lean into his palm for a moment, taking comfort in his touch, before you squeeze his thighs with both hands. He takes the hint and lets you rise from the floor, zipping up his pants and straightening out his clothes.

You cross to the corner and slip on your heels, before stepping into your dress and pulling it up over the curves of your body. Armin stands and makes his way over to you, as you offer your back to him, holding your dress around your front so he can zip it up. He finds the zip and you suck in a breath as his fingertips skim your lower back. He slowly zips you all the way up, standing so close that his breath fans across your neck. You allow yourself to lean into his warmth one more time, and he nuzzles his face into your hair, speaking directly into your ear in a low voice.

"'M gonna ruin you later."

You moan quietly, pushing your ass into his crotch as you arch your back slightly. He clamps a hand on your hip to stop you from grinding against him, his dick is half-hard again already, and kisses the spot where your shoulder meets your neck. The action causes your skin to tingle.

"I very much look forward to it," you smile, tone sultry, as you spin around to face him.

You finally press your lips to his, short and sweet, and full of promise.

"Happy birthday, baby." You whisper against his lips, brushing your nose against his affectionately. He repeats the action, giving you nose kisses until you giggle.

"Come on," he says, lacing his fingers with yours delicately, "let's go introduce everyone to my new fiancee."

His lips dance across yours as he speaks, and then he's pulling away all too soon.

He slips the diamond ring from his pocket, where he had it hidden, and you place it on your finger, watching it sparkle in the white lighting.

Armin raises your joined hands to his lips, gazing at you softly, as he kisses the gemstone. He never fails to make you melt inside, feel all warm and fuzzy, and happier than you even thought you could be.

You smile back at him lovingly, bottom lip caught between your teeth, trying to contain the elation threatening to burst forth in girlish squeals.

You take a deep, calming breath.

"Let's, future hubby."

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