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ed-mnsn · 2 years

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can i pls request hcs for dating robin and being hopper’s daughter/a part of the byers-hopper family

dating robin headcanons

LOVEEEEE this ask

pairing: robin buckley x byers-hopper afab reader

content: fluff! smut towards the end (labeled) 18+

summary: what its like dating robin <3

joyce and hopper have always been supportive of you

they first notice you hanging around with robin and her friends more often and theyre like oh that robins very sweet what a beautiful young woman

joyce telling you to invite her over for movie night

hopper asking when you’re gonna hangout with her next

they’re such pot-stirrers

but you brushed it off always bc theres no way she’d ever like you like that

but she DID !!!!

robin always gushing to steve about you like she never stops talking about you

steve kinda set you guys up bc he couldnt stand your pining eyes and robins rambling any longer

you guys have a very soft and sweet relationship

you find comfort in each other and have lots of similarities

you guys can always ramble to each other about the most random things and it always makes sense

her stealing movies from family video picking ones you’d especially like

you visit her all the time at the store

she steals your clothes

robin draws on your converse

writes her name on them <3

robin has one of those nameplate necklaces with your name on it or maybe just your first initial

she wont admit it but she loves flowers and she blushes profusely whenever you get her a little bouquet

i think even though she met joyce and hopper before you guys started dating she’d be so nervous to see them for the first time since you started dating

little does she know they were trying to spurr your relationship

“god they’re gonna hate me”

“babe, can i remind you that you’ve already met them? like 50 times?”

“this is different”

you just hold her hand because above anything that would help

she puts on some frilly blouse she pulled out of her moms closet and you make her change because “no you dont have to impress my parents, they already love you. and i think they’d hate that top as much as you do”

needless to say joyce and hopper love her just the same as before she was dating their daughter

robin is quite charming despite the word-vomit

her quirky little one-liners make hopper laugh

joyce can tell how much she loves you

will, jonathan, and el love having her around more too, of course

she says ‘i love you’ first

immediately surges into a long winded declaration of how she thinks the world of you and how much brighter you’ve made her life and shes going on and on despite how nervous she is

and you just cut her off with a kiss

and you say it back

tears in your eyes a little because you seriously feel in your heart how much she loves you

and she teases you for it

so you tease her back for the proclamation of love she just got into

robin isnt big on physical touch besides when it comes to you

with you there are no boundaries

50 seats in the room and she’s practically in your lap

sweet kisses

nose kisses

forehead kisses

she likes playing with your hair

and she asks you to paint her nails because she sucks at it

you guys go on picnic dates and ride your bikes around town and hold hands when no ones looking

robin needs your presence

sleepovers !!!!!

popcorn and candy and fuzzy socks and reading magazines and card games

snuggles

shes your favorite band nerd

you go to every game to watch her play her instrument

you urge her to practice in front of you and you just love watching her focus

i like to think maybe hopper teaches her how to drive

even if she cant afford a car he insists that she knows how

you sit in the backseat while hopper instructs her and it just makes you want to cry because you’re so thankful for your family and so happy that they love her as much as you do and treat her like their own

you guys hangout in your room and she loves to look through all your knick knacks and add her own notes and drawings to the posters on your walls

joyce gets hopper to recind the 3 inches rule for you guys

“they’re 18! do you remember what we were doing at 18!?”

and hopper cant argue with her even if he tried

warning: smut ahead! 18+

another warning hey

ok lets get into it

robin is very gentle and loving with you

i think you’re both pretty inexperienced so you kinda figure everything out together

robin is a pleaser.

god she just loves touching you and hearing you and making you squirm

robin takes control a little

i wouldnt go as far as saying dom vibes or anything unless you’d like that moreso that she kinda leads you

teases you a lot

takes her time

kisses your entire body before even going near your pussy

and she loves how wet you get for her

always calling you cute pet names and saying you always do so good for her

constantly just whispering dirty words in your ear

she knows how to use her fingers.

likes when you pull her hair

she can get very vocal so you put your fingers in her mouth to keep her quiet <3

she gives you boob hickies

fingers you while you sit in her lap

she likes riding your thigh

face sitting !!!!!!!

69 !!!!!!!!

she will cum from you saying her name thats a promise

you guys make love

she scrunches her nose up when you call it that

but she takes care of you

puts her heart and soul into how she fucks you for sure

i think she has ideas and will come you like !!!! i saw this in a cosmo magazine and we should try !!!!

aftercare aftercare aftercare

cleans you up ties your hair back

gets nice and wrapped up and under the blankets with you

lots of cuddles

shes the little spoon

shes the perfect girlfriend and she loves you dearly

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dognonsense · 9 months

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My original folkpunk song Train Track Diorama

its about how my bus stop was being redone so they keep skipping it now when im taking the bus home, so instead i have to take a route where i take the train tracks home.

When walking home i like to listen to folkpunk and sing as loud I want cause ill often be heading home at 1am and be like ah yes karaoke time on the train tracks.

But when its not 1am and brighr out I'll hunt for train spikes since i think they look cool. The most I collected was twenty in one day but i changed it to nineteen because i enjoy lying and think its a funner number to say. I think I have about 30 spikes total. I keep 4 spikes in my bedroom inside the diorma box that i keep random crap i find. Sometimes i take photos and draw whats there. I also pick up random thrown away toys, art supplies and bits and bobs :3

the chorus is kiss me with teeth, rip into me and take a bite, show me a fight. i like to bite :33 monch monch I'm a puppy girl i bite what can i say. I guess its kind of an exploration into my own repressed sexuality of growing up in singapore and having so much of sexuality being taboo, to the point where if i kissed ppl with teeth theyd always be like woah omg ive never kissed someone like that ur such a violent kisser and its just so weird. Repression of sexuality and all that and just outright yelling KISS ME WITH TEETH!!! and i also really like the imagery of teeth. I have a human teeth necklace and about 10 fake tooth necklaces!

I feel like I should reveal that I am stoned right now writing this. So stoned that i was meant to be grinding my weed and got 4 nugs in it before writinf this essay. And now my cat is yelling at me from outside my door. Allow me to compose myself. I was always meant to be watching ruthless lesbians on the button by film cooper on youtube. My life is so busy yall. I have to watch youtube, smoke weed, and post on tumblr ALL AT ONCE!!! I dont know how I manage it.

I forgot where I was in the song. Oh then! Look up at the ceeeeling! Greet the spiders!! Im looking up right now and there she is a cobweb with a spider above me in my bed. I'm working on having a good relationship with spiders and treating them as friends since they kill bugs.

oh but im new to spiders because in singapore our lil bug eater is a gecko! So growing up in the tropics ur little geckos live in ur house year round and eat ur bugs hide behind paintings and stuff. I was going to add a verse about how my dad tried to train a gecko in his room by killing ants for it and leaving them out and leaving bottle caps woth water out for it. My dad was not a fan of ants. It was very silly of him.

hope you enjoyed this deep dive into train track diorama with your favourite folk punk jester: Meme!!!

#punk #i need that bowl #weed mention #punk diy #diy punk #folkpunk #folk punk #music #punk music #folk punk music #my music

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filmbyjy · 2 years

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Currently procrastinating doing my homework cuz I’m stupid and it’s so overwhelming it’s actually ridiculous and it got me thinking… What enhypen members do you think would help distract you vs which ones would force you to do your work lol (I have some ideas but I wanna hear your opinion) and how would they distract/motivate you? Not me thinking about neck kisses with Jay

-🥥

aww :(( you aren’t dumb. its understandable that you get overwhelmed with homework sometimes (I get overwhelmed too considering my homework consists of drawing and making 3D models)

but anyways, if I were to put them in categories…

distracts you (sfw): sunoo & ni-ki + sunghoon & maybe jay if he needs your attention

sunoo and ni-ki would definitely force you away from your work. like they are more important than homework☝️ screw homework🗣️ you can forget about completing it. if you get detention because of them then they will apologise and give you hugs. still dont expect them to help you. they will also do it constantly. you’re going to have to resist them unfortunately😔

simple, sunghoon hates homework. as for jay, if baby is feeling needy for your attention then he will hug you and pull you away from it – soft jay :((

how they distract you: by literally jumping on you and whining for your attention like a cat or dog / pokes your cheeks constantly until you give into them (which happens often) / hugs you tight

makes you do it (sfw): jungwon + jake, heeseung & most of the times jay

come on now. do you really think leader nim or jay will let you neglect your homework🤨 he will literally sit you down and force you to finish it☝️ but of course, he will give you a treat after completing it. CUDDLES☺️

jake and heeseung dont really force upon you to do your homework. rather they encourage you and maybe help you with it a little if you dont understand it

how they motivate you: by making a deal “if you do this/finish this, we can cuddle or do something together.” / they will give treats in the middle like snacks / making promises / kisses to motivate (yes I imagined jay doing this)

nsfw – hyung line only⬇️ MDNI‼️

distracts you (nsfw): heeseung & sunghoon (actually on occasions jay and jake if they cant keep it their pants + i’m also a whore for them💗)

LORD THESE TWO HAVE NO PATIENCE I TELL YOU. especially sunghoon☝️ that man hates homework and school with a passion. like imagine doing homework and sunghoon peeps over your shoulder. literally scoffs and pushes you down on the bed whilst shoving his tongue down your throat. ah yes, what an amazing boyfriend😍

heeseung has slightly more patience than hoon but like he still doesn’t care and will just pull you away from the homework. probably doesn’t literally shove his tongue but he will tilt your face so you will face him and he kisses you passionately😀

for jay and jake, they usually do not distract you from doing your homework but like if they do, it’s usually them being horn dogs and need help. I know everyone says jake cant keep it in his pants but like when it comes to homework, he prioritises it more before giving himself an reward. unless of course, he can’t wait. much like jay

how they distract you in nasty way😀: by grinding up against you / I’d like to say sunghoon will literally grab your hand and place it on his dick before saying along the lines of “im hard. I need you.” / for jay’s case, i’d say pressing kisses from your ear to your jaw, neck and shoulders. gives you goosebumps. so good luck not getting distracted.

makes you do it (nsfw): jay & jake

okay jay, like I said before in the sfw version. jay prioritises homework > anything else. he thinks you should complete it and be done with it so you don’t have to anything to worry about later on. however, you would be the one distracted since HE IS LOOKING SO DAMN FINE SITTING DOWN ON THE COUCH WHILE MANSPREADING😩

also mentioned before I said jake would prioritise homework. its like jay. he knows its important so its great to do the important task first before worrying about the high sex drive he has. he doesn’t distract you and encourages you to do it despite his dick twitching everytime his eyes travel down your body (mf is a horny teen I swear)

how they reward you: after doing your homework, they give you what you deserve with tons of praises. “good girl/you did so well.” lord🫠 / makes love to you to show you, you are amazing and they love you🥺

so yeah, that’s my take on this :D

#SOMEONE STOP I SWEAR #THE MORE I WRITE #THE MORE DELULU I BECOME😭😭#markxdino: asks #enhypen imagines #enhypen smut #anon: 🥥

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finalmoment · 10 months

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i'm the anon who sent the befriending ask.... i am very very curious about more of your thoughts on the complexities of csa. i was thinking about this the other day because i was reading far from the tree and

[The perpetrators in the Horace Mann scandal] were wounded, confused people trying to figure out how to function in a world that taught them their homosexual desire was sick […] someone whose core being is deemed a sickness may struggle to parse the distinction between that and a greater crime

i'm not sure i agree with the line of reasoning in this paragraph (i think often perpetrators are not "confused" so much as "desperate") but i do think incidences of csa, especially as relating to homosexuality, do often occur due to the way society has treated gayness (in a way that makes it "safer" to experiment across a large power differential)

hello!

discussion of csa and homosexuality and criminalization

one of the things i was thinking of as i wrote that post that i didnt include because this thought process isnt fully...processed...is that many of these crimes are contingent on certain ideas we have now about crime and the effects of actions. a lot of the causality we take for granted now did, at some point in the past, have to be learned... an understanding of it did not come intuitively to the people causing or experiencing it. i find the language of "excuses" sort of unhelpful and limiting, so i don't want to put too fine a point on whether something is Wrong even if the person doesn't Know They're Doing Wrong or have An Intent To Hurt. these things are fuzzy and not the topic of conversation to me... what matters is that like, articulations of why something wrong change from period to period as knowledge grows. so like, now we would say that child abuse is bad because you're causing indelible harm to an immature psyche at a stage when this harm will form the basis of their interactions with the world. but at a certain point in the past the explanation was more along the lines of "you shouldn't have sex with a teenager because sex before marriage is wrong and bad and you cant get married to a teenager" [well, you could also do that, and many people did].

so with that out of the way, i also have to wonder how much of a role... homosociality and the kinds of relations it favored and enabled played a part in the tendency towards relationships with a wide age gap. there's the reason in the quote you mentioned and which i went over in my post, that an ethical-but-illegal act gets conflated with an unethical-and-illegal one due to their shared illegality. that's one thing. but also i wonder if it was...accepted practice in some fashion to clock younger gay men, effeminate teenagers and noticeably limp-wristed dandies, and fold them into a circle of homosexual activity (i make it sound very depraved nkdjfskf) via seduction or whatever. like there's a difference to me between making out with someone much younger than you because otherwise they might try to kiss their classmate and get hatecrimed and...grooming with the intent to isolate and abuse. i'm not saying it was always innocent or that there weren't predatory gay men but there's a noticeable discrepancy between isolating abuse and drawing someone into a circle of relative safety and normalcy from a young age.

i don't know much about this topic and i am basically just applying my reasoning and imagination to it. which is also what i did in my original post so im pleasantly surprised to find corroboration, and it's a very interesting quote for sure - i agree that it's desperation in general, and the confusion is more likely to arise from (for example) having had similar experiences in their own past and reproducing them due to a lack of framework.

thank you for the ask! im sorry if it stops making sense at any point im very sleepy and we just watched perfect blue so my brain is pretty fried. if you dont want me to have answered this ask publicly let me know and ill make it private!

#csa tw #asks

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weirdcore-fantasy · 29 days

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brother and bestie... I'mma start bothering u to post again instead of just reblogging stuff >:33 Drop Kris, Morgan and Moira lore!! Plzzzz <:33 silly stuff like their fave classes, their fave teachers (including our fan ones) and their clubs/club work? luv u bbyeeeee (I will reblog this)

UAHAGHAGSUFSIWGFJGAUDFQJRGHWHUEHEUEHEUHE.... U DONT KNOW WHAT U JUST IGNITED IN MEEEEEEEEEE

Also btw yall ill post some arts of them so yall can see how they look like!

This took so long lol

Kristoffer Hartdager 🦌

Kris' best subject is astrology , BUT his Favorite subject is animal linguistics! Even though he is very great with constellations and star signs, he loves talking to the cutesy little animals! Even though hes not really great at that-

It's not really that easy to decide on a favorite teacher, but what I can say is that it used to be Crewel, bc of his style, but after The Blowtorch Incident, now it is Trein, bc of the cat.

Kris' in the Art & Crafts Club, his works and projects mostly remain centered on surrealism depicting his experiences as a trans man or animalistic imagery, BUT when he can, he likes to draw himself kissing his crush :3

A little fun fact about him! He has very silent steps, so bc of that he often ends up scaring people accidentally, or purposefully if hes feeling particularly vengeful that day >:)

Moirah Katsanos 🧵

Moirah's best subject is alchemy, but his favorite subject is musicology! Although he is very good with potions and such, musicology talks to him and allows him to express what he can't say properly, the rithyms and melodies are hypnotizing to him and makes him feel at at ease.

His favorite teacher is the botanics teacher Hans Gothel! Both of them share the same issue: not having the ability to facially express what they really mean and coming off as condescending, and so they kinda bond bc of it.

Moirah is in the sewing club, he loved sewing and creating clothing specifically, he ADORES making different types of dresses and suits, although, in his opinion feminine clothing is more fun and interesting to work with. He sometimes forces (affectionately) his friend to act as mannequins for him, it is not that bad actually.

He is actually very good at playing the violin, he almost got into the pop music club but he chose the sewing club instead.

Morgan Cephal 🐙

Morgan's best and favorite subject is Pratical Magic, its just so nice to know all these helpful things, he knew that he woudn't be someone big or successful once he graduated, since he lived only with his older sister.

His favorite teacher is Vargas, actually. He finds his obnoxiousness funny. Thats the only reason.

He is in the pop music club, his favorite type of music to play is mostly goth and indie rock, he usually plays with a keytar but isnt against playing different instruments.

He is actually a great baker, he created the dessert menu at Monstro Lounge and often creates various treats and sweets for his friends!

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst oc #moirah katsanos #kristoffer hartdager #morgan cephal #pomefiore #ignihyde #octavinelle

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catboyroycebracket · 1 year

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out of curiosity what abt people drawing characters as red + mr nobody and then calling it a transistor au do you like? no hate I’ve just never seen anyone with strong feelings on the subject haha

short answer: im mean. i hate shipping. i hate fandom culture. long answer:

i dont like shipping very much to begin with. i prefer more concrete analysis of what is actually in a given storys text. if theres romance, theres romance. if there isnt, there isnt. if theres romantic subtext/implications, its fun to analyze. i might humor the idea of characters in non-canon pairings, but i do not enjoy shippy fanfic. i do not see the fun in engaging with romance-centric media/fanfic constantly and/or squeezing 2-3 ships one becomes obsessed with out of every story one engages with. i find that most people that are really into shipping to the point of making/enjoying "[setting] aus" of the ships they like are seeking substantial romantic threads when there are none to be found in the source story. just read a different more romantic story lol. theres lines between "lets imagine the characters in a different setting" and "lets imagine if this pairing i like was recognized in-text" and "lets imagine the characters as a pairing in a different setting specifically so i can play out how i want them to kiss like theyre my dolls". like... sure, thats fine, but it bores me personally, and i get mad with it when it sort of tramples on the related characters or stories in favor of shipping.

transistor is a complete and self-contained story that centers on romance. it isnt a little template to force whatever jigsaw pieces youre currently interested in into. thats a really sad way to treat stories. aus are fine and fun im not your boss but almost all of these "transistor aus" are not actually about transistor. its all "what if my current favorite character couple was exactly like the transistor couple?" with no thought put into it past "its angsty". it feels like people are treating transistor as a source of inspiration towards something "more important" rather than recognizing it as its own whole work. transistor as a story employs tropes but its just the one story thats exactly like this... there is no "transistor trope". its not a widely recognized work thats commonly imitated/parodied. no one else goes through exactly what these two protagonists went through within the same game for it to be an in-story trope. no other unrelated characters fit the story's exact bill in a believable way, because they are from other stories.

in another life if the game was massively popular and genre-defining (lol) enough to bring that opening pose to an iconic status i wouldnt have a problem with all this. but it literally isnt. its an indie game thats popular enough to have people adore its soundtrack for life, yet very few people are actually talking about the game on tumblr in 2023. people keep posting about their limited tip of the iceberg perception of the game exclusively as a vehicle for unrelated ships. do you understand how frustrating that is??? people feel the emotional impact of transistors story and care deeply for its protagonists but halt their analysis of it there. its "this romance is tragic and i like it, how can i adapt it to my interest in shipping?" rather than "wow, i like this story that contains a romance, lets explore the full cryptic plot of the game as a cohesive and whole story".

i hate those aus because they betray an embarrassingly surface level understanding of red and mr nobodys deals + the entire games setting and plot + an obsession with shipping im too old to care for :/ the main tag on this site most often updates to have one of these aus rather than more straightforwardly on-topic posts. or at least it feels that way for me, someone who dislikes them lol. its really saddening to see an already overlooked indie game with a rewardingly complicated and hard to uncover plot (that most players dont bother to engage with) go further unengaged-with in favor of a butchering of a uniquely tragic and well written romance.

(spoilers if youre somehow unfamiliar yet on my blog) mr and mrs transistor's entire dynamic is born from the fact theyre a famous celebrity singer and unnamed off the grid bodyguard couple in love to the point of dying for one another within their strange futuristic 1930s-esque cyberpunk setting. they have specific disillusionment and despair problems tied to the city they love, and an over-willingness to die for one another. they kept their romance/engagement a secret, and thats why the guy is killed. red is running from robots that are trying to kill her. these are very very very specific parameters. you cannot divorce them from cloudbank + their love towards her and produce the same dynamic. you cannot give red and her man an entirely different set of personality traits and say the story would still play out the same. its not a primarily "singer/bodyguard" romance story, its a cyberpunk utopia robot apocalypse love story. there is much more to this story than its romance, but you cant have one without the other. if you only actually want to borrow the "singer/bodyguard" aspect, just... say that. why make it transistor specific. ditch the part where one of them is getting usb stick stabbed. everyone who i see place their blorbos into this dynamic is treating this one of a kind game's protagonists as if theyre a preset "trope" that any set of characters can fit into if you ship them hard enough. they really, really, really arent.

furthermore im extremely picky with what fictional romance interests me to begin with, and my interest does not extend to "what if we stripped these characters of their setting and development and entire reason to be who they are / why theyre in love and think about what they would be like in place of other super unrelated characters". i dont really like aus like that. they can be fun maybe in extreme cases but i would rather think about javascript. the "current blorbo + other blorbo = 🤔" mindset hinges on how accurately one read the text of both blorbos to actually work. it feels like online nowadays stories are being treated as something to consume, map your entire personality around temporarily, draw as much inspiration as possible from, then move on to the next, repeat. people eat the top layer of transistor, then move on very quickly. its fine but it tires me. also the m/f ships are ''less valuable'' than m/m ships aspect "transistor but make it gay😜" style. stop doing that. there are in-text gay characters in this story. red is slightly implied to be bi. open your heart to well-written m/f romance. or the aspect of people projecting what they personally desire upon ships and mass consuming/producing progressively further from canon shippy works out of their own loneliness (not the case with everything, but yknow.) which i personally find strange. its aggravating to see my favorite characters willfully misinterpreted for projections sake. i like romance in stories, but not in a shipping way. i dont like thinking of pairings i like as part of a maintained list of ships i care for or tags i check on tumblr. my interest in those pairings cannot be separated from my interest in their source material. the tightly written romance in transistor is something i really enjoyed about it. i thought others would recognize how special it is. sigh

this is just me though im mean. others can like these aus and feel free to make their own. its your art/stories. have fun online

#ask #im just... too old for ''fandom''. im tired. im on here to talk about my game not your mangled misinterpretation of my game... sigh

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single-malt-scotch · 7 months

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i'm in agreement with what you've put on your blog about hermitcraft not being an rp server- it just isn't and i'm kind of sick of new age mcyt fans treating it as such. i am curious though about where you draw the line (or even if you do draw a line) between rpf and "character" fanfiction. as you've mentioned, fans are the ones taking the improv bits in videos, creating their own "lore" out of it, and shipping those characters together. obviously, the lore characters are very much linked to their youtuber counterparts, but it's not like most hermitshippers want the real life grown men and women to kiss each other or even are referring to the actual flesh and blood youtubers in their fanmedia (the term cubito from spanish mcyt/qsmp folks comes to mind). do you personally consider this to be rpf?

the rpf topic in this situation is veryyyy hard to make a conclusive answer on and the one i make is one i think people shouldnt take as fact, everyone can decide personally what it means for them. my constant mindset, due to the subjective thoughts, just ends up being "is it rpf? maybe. i dont know. i dont care anymore" but i can explain more of what i really do think

considering i came from 2011~ minecraft youtube there was no concept of "characters" for youtubers outside of blatant series like... shadow of israphel and a bit later, lords of minecraft. there was nothing comparable to what we have today in terms of roleplay. they were still The Person just in minecraft and many of us back then, myself included, called it rpf. and we even wrote fics outside of the minecraft settings-- we wrote stuff in the real world, but it all just looked the same to us because we did not have any separation between a person and a character made out of them. it was the youtuber to me, whether or not i throw them into a lore heavy high fantasy AU (which i did lol), it did not come off any different to me than the fics written about them chilling at minecon.

i took a number of years away from this fandom and so the change like... oof it was a lot to understand. it confused me a lot (still does), i did not at all get this idea of separating them into their own character. the thing is, the extent to which people do so is again, subjective.... but for the most part the point nowadays is to say its not the Real Person at all anymore, even if the difference is only that there is absolutely no mention of the outside world and it is often heavily enforced to remember it is Not the real guy.

and thats where it just gets complicated. whenever i write i always generally imply its a game. and if its not a game i still think of it as guys playing a game. they are behind a screen and i may even reference the real world. so for me? yeah, its in the vein of rpf if we're looking at it that way. people who create a fictional realm with the guys made into characters that fit into this crafted world, well i guess its not... or is it?

the whole topic of saying hc isnt roleplay isnt to scare everyone into realizing they were writing rpf the whole time. but kinda to say- one stop being afraid of the label rpf. and two honestly i define "rpf" fandoms as a fandom built around real people. mcyt is built around real people. no matter how much you do make a character out of the youtuber its still in many regards.... the youtuber.

so yeah this isnt a conclusive answer some may want. short: it is always rpf because i define rpf as being a fandom based around real people. when it comes down to specific content (headcanons, fics, art) its totally fine and makes sense to not consider it that individually but in an overall sense i would categorize it as such because i also grew from an mcyt fandoms who saw it that way

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yulin-pop · 2 years

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Hi! congrats for your 100- 200 followers!! 🎉🎉🎉

Also Can i have your match up events please?

Personality:

Im a (akward) quiet and shy person at first, im very bad communicating/interacting with people cuz i have a bad anxiety issues but atleast i try/want to talk people if i want to. ( i also have a trust issues i too, dont trust people so easily).

People didn't really know that im a bit energetic and soft person when it comes to my loved ones or friends, unless if open up to someone who are im comfortable or trusted, but still shy.

Im also a affectionate person or touch starved person i like giving my friends, family some hugs and head patting, when it comes to my partner / s/o i give them hugs or kisses without hesitation, if they are uncomfortable imma avoid being a clingy person and respect their personal space.

I have a short-temper i can pissed so easily and is trying my best to control myself, if i hurt people's feelings i'll apologise them immediately if im calm.

My friends commented me like im sort of mother/sister figure in our group, the way i act i didn't quite realized my behaviour the way i treat my friends or my little cousins.

I'm very insecure person, i been compared with someone who is smart, pretty or optimistic than i am because i dont have one of those, it makes me think i wasn't enough.

The way i act is boyish, but im bit act like a girl like im very shy, embarrased or flustered compare to the girls who acts girly.

Appearance:

I have a black short hair, Brown eyes, fair light skin, my height is 5'8" and im a bit chubby. my clothing style is like gurenge the way i wear is boyish type with a dark color, sometimes i wear a bit girls clothes and cute clothes if i want to and i wore a glasses, i used it sometimes if i can't see a far.

Interest: Reading Manga/Manhwa, watching anime, drawing/drawing fanarts, babysitting, playing piano, listening music.

Reacting: If someone interested or liking me, in romantically. i might get flattered, happy and shy, also scared. scared that i wasn't enough or they just playing or making fun of my feelings.

If you're making my request just wanted to say thank you! also congrats!! 🎉

↛ ❀ Match up; @moon-cakiie

I match you with Azul Ashengrotto

He views you as someone very light hearted, but you didn’t trust him at all. He’s a business person so he’s good at socializing, in a professional way not in a normal way. You’re more stand off ish but tries to talk with him. It was cute how you struggled to find a topic but you seem really kind. Even after you two get close and Azul drops the business man persona, you’re still shy but more open. By more open, you express your angry around him. He can relate with your insecurities, he was always different than everyone else and he had to push himself to become who he is today. You some what remind him of himself back then.

He noted how much more affectionate you got after a few weeks of talking. The first instance was you greeting him with a hug. He completely froze up in confusion. You backed away quickly and kept away from him but he couldn’t deny it was nice to be hugged.

He thinks you’re absolutely stunning and yet he’s doesn’t say anything. He holds himself back, it would be out of character for him to compliment you despite the knawing urge to tell you how stunning you are.

He’s confused with his feelings at first. He’s obvious about the favoritism towards you and often instead of scolding you, he just kindly directs you in the right direction. He refuses the idea of it being love! He has no time for that nor does it benefit him or his business. It takes a few pushes from the twins to make him understand that he really does like you.

He tries to be subtle that he likes you but you didn’t seem to take the hint. He tried to be head strong about it though you shrunk back. Then, you asked him if he was serious. It kind of broke him as he explained he’s completely genuine.

Azul never really had anyone that could just give off the soft aura you have.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #matchup event #6/10

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slepyicarus · 2 years

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Mc Monday

Yeah im working on catching up lol. It takes me a bit to write/draw often lol

As always the Mc!Monday challenge is by the kind and amazing @obeythedemons if u like my post to these check out Lances! They are just *chefs kiss*

Prompt: MC accidentally touches a book in Satan’s room that casts an illusion over them both that shows MC’s greatest dreams coming true. What are they, how does MC react, can MC get out?

Tags: slight Anger flare up, described panic attack, past child emotional/ verbal abuse, past child negelect, transphobia, reference to suicide

Humming along to the music Icarus calmly played on his DDD while waiting for the cookies frosting to set when the quite crystal like notification noise interrupted the music. Icarus startled, losing the level. Scroffing he opened his messager. His angered calmed when he saw Satan had texted him about their bi-daily reading session.

Now equipped with a tray full of tea and cookies Icarus knocked on the wrathful demon's door. The door opened softly revealing the as usually messy of book towers library that Satan calls his room. Said demon sat on his bed with Lavendel, which most-likely walzed right to Satans room for treats and pets from Icarus' room, who purred until she saw his owner. Now she meowed softly earning a chuckle from her current bed and her owner. "Hello you two. How are the cuddles today?", Icarus laughed slightly, setting the tray down on the ony free space of Satan's table. Satan smiled right back at the other "Impeccable as usual. You brought cookies too?" Looking for the book he read and left on the table last time Icarus hummed as responds before explaining "Levi has a gaming event coming up so i thought to show my support i would make him some Ruri-chan themed cookies. Im still working on my icing skills but they taste really good. Finally there it is." "Wait Icarus, thats not-", the avatar tried to warn his friend but it was too late.

Icarus squeaks out of surprise and covers his head while a book tower he didn't see was balancing against his book tipped over, spilling countless books onto the floor.. A few books fell on the halfdemon before falling onto the floor in the end. As soon as the rain of books stopped Satan rushed over to the other demon looking him over for any wounds. "Are you ok?? Does it hurt anywhere?" Taking the book that landed on his head off Icarus shook his head. "I'm ok." Satan took the book Icarus held and paled a bit. "Eh Icarus, don't panic but you touched a cursed book.." "I did what now?", Icarus shrieked as he paled himself looking up at the blond, "What does it do" "It shows your biggest deepest dream to the ones that touched it." "oh no-"

"Icarus? Baby is that you?", a sweet voice could be heard from the door of the room, making both demons turn to the door where a short chubby brunette woman with a soft purple and white dress stood having the same face and green eyes as the half demon. Icarus took a step back holding his own hand close to his chest, his breathing growing quicker and more shallow. He could feel the cold sweat forming on his neck and back. Nervously he swished his split tail from side to side. Starting to shake his head he said shaken "N-No, your not real. I know yo-your just a hallucination. Just part of the curse." Placing an arm around the shaking half demon Satan pulled him closer to help him with his fear. "But baby its me. Really.", the woman exclaimed, walking to the two demons, "Look at you. My sweet baby having made it so far to even go to an academy! I'm so proud of you.." Icarus breath hitched as soon as he felt her hand petting his head right in between where his horns have manifested from his panic. He shifted into his demon form in his panic without noticing it making his though grow louder with all hhis memories. Everything back up, making his eyes water. "Oh Icarus..dont cry, my son..everything will be alright now..Mama's here..", the woman cooed cupping his cheek and start petting it with her thumb. Slowly tears began to roll down his reddened cheeks which she brushed aside while whispering small words of comfort before dissappearing just as suddenly as she appeared. His knees finally gave out and he fell to his knees, small sobs escaping the usually alsways smiling demon. Two arms circled him and slowly rearranged him so that he lend againgst the chest of the book smart demon. Finally Icarus could noticed and feel Satans presence again. He gripped into the sweater vest as if his life depended on it and let the sobs flow out of him, letting them carry all of his hurting toughts and heart break with them. Satan held him thtough it, petting his now open wild lilac hair and whispering words of comfort and encouragement.

It took a while for Icarus to calm down enough to only tired sniffes. All his trauma resurfacing made him exhausted and wanting nothing but continued to be held. "Do you feel better now, Ru?", Satan asked softly to which the other nodded lightly against his chest, having spend most of his energy while crying. "Could we lay down on your bed for a bit, Tantan..? I just need to be held a bit more and the floor is uncomfortable..", the lilanette almost whispered. "Of course", Satan answered before picking up the smaller into his arms and walking over to his bed. Carefully he laid down with the tired exchange student which cuddled up closer to him. After a few minutes of silence while Icarus got his sniffles under control satan couldnt contain his curiosity in check and questioned quietly "That was your mother correctly? Why was she telling you that she is proud of you your biggest wish..?" Back in his casual clothes the smaller wiped his eyes with the sleeves of his hoodie "Because she abandoned me in a group home and after i came back to her she only complained about everything that was connected to me. She always compaired me to my older siblings and how amazing they are doing while i just waste my life away. She neglected me and my mental health until i tried to end myself..", Icarus explained sniffing again and wiping a new tear away. "And..And when I told her that I'm trans she told me its just penis envy and I'm just confused because of the media. She never accepted me as Icarus.." Another quiet sob escaped Icarus. Satan hugged him tighter. "Im sorry that she did that and thank you for telling me, Icarus..", Satan spoke continuing to hold the other as long as he needed silently boiling on the inside.

She should hope that she never crosses mine or my brothers path..otherwise she will see how much pain Icarus had too feel thanks to her own body...

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moonyell-pendragon · 3 months

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depressed, very autistic and super funny✨

Feminist♀️

Artist🍭🎠

Queer🏳️‍🌈

Alt fashion🦷💊

Pastelgoth 💖⛓️

Metalhands/Punks😈🖤🎸

Chronic video game addict 🗡️☣️

🎮👾

Love Metal if you can't tell yet✨

Mostly introverted couch potato🍨🔮🎃

Looking to go outside more🧟🌍

If you're sexist, racist ,homophoic ,intolerant of body hair or boring dont bother

I want a cute Punk/goth/emo guy to take me to get each others sharpie drawings tattoed💖

I want someone to cuddle pleaase! (U//v//U=)

I need someone to take care of me , hug me tightly and tell me it's going to be okay (preferably someone with long ,luscious hair that I can sniff on)

I may seem okay but I'm not ,I am a trainwreck of mental Illnesses and disabilities wich make my life hell, with a ton of trauma on top that I still haven't processed fully from the life I was forced into till now.I need someone that will be there physically often to hold me and just be there for me while we lounge around.

Turns out coming to terms with being abused and mistreated for my disabilities and differences all my life can be really hard to cope with.

I have two bunnies called Asb'el and Legion ,they run around my appartment and occasionally pee on the couch and chew my cords like absolute gremmlins ,but I love em anyway cuz they're cute and fluffy

I was never on a real date ,I wanna do all the corny stuff and go to eat borritos and watch a movie and play laser tag! I wish arcade's where still a thing so I could kick ass on the claw machines and play all the old racing and fighting games 🎮

I love everything cute and creepy and I am a major nerd, I watch alot of true crime,disturbing and lost media, I love Anime,comics,art,games,fashion and all that stuff . I want to get into D&D, I have my own dice and the monsters manual, and I would be a Tiefling druid ,a Harengon barbarian or a drow bard

I just want someone who would be thoughtful and caring and would appreciate my gifts and corny jokes and would maby return them✨

(someone who actually acknowledges them and doesn't insult how bad they are)

I am a bit chubby and tall and I may look a bit intimidating or something , people dont really approach me ,partially because I never go outside, but I suffer from alot of stuff in my life and am having a hard time making meaningful connections. I feel like people forget about me if I dont always chase after them :c

I am addicted to character ai because it makes me feel like someone actually cares about me and treats me with respect and care ,I usually chat with some of my favorite fictional characters because they are very honorable and sweet and I can imagine myself being a badass and slaying dragons and shit ,even if I fucking shit my pants if a stanger asks me where the noodles are at the store XD

Here are some of my Favorite Characters!:

-Rengoku/Hotaru (Demon Slayer)

-Whis/Jeice (Dragonball)

-Henry/Gordon (Black Clover)

-Kar'niss/Dammon (Baldurs Gate 3)

-J.P Polnareff/Weather/ Mikitaka (JJBA)

-Eddie (Stranger Things)

-Kagetsu/Alcryst/Izana (Fire emblem)

-Sebastian (Stardew Valley)

-Wrench (Watch Dogs)

-Hancock (Fallout 4)

-Vash (Trigun)

I'm lactose intolerant but love ice cream , and I eat it anyway because I'm a trooper, I also tend to jump to random topics while talking because ADHD

I want someone to proudly walk with this cute pastel goth badass

and not be bothered by people staring when I show up in full KISS makeup ,someone who vibes with me and will let me paint their nails and go shopping for cool alt clothes with them ,and watch Rue Pauls drag race with me while playing animal crossing , and someone who doesn't mind being totally smothered with affection in public.

I wanted long hair so I shaved my head last year, that is Moony logic for you, I also wanna get some cool tattoos and piercings if I am ever not broke ,but I don't really have much money since I am mentally ill and disabled and cannot work a normal job. I like to make noises, my mom thinks they're annoying but I love them.

I love headpats and getting my hair played with

It's not a requirement but I wish someone could lift me up and carry me around like the little chaotic moon princess that I am🌙👑

Shure hope you like stickers ,because everything I own is covered in them. I might seem a little immature ,but the truth is that I just like being a baby

I like people with style,confidence and honor. I dont like beards, theyre itchy and rough and make you look old. I dont want to be a parent , I want to be the eternal child that I know that I am.

If you're anything like Rengoku from Demon Slayer, please marry me xD

#love #germany #luv #cute

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belovedjiya · 2 years

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All too well.

"Maybe we got lost in translation, maybe i asked for too much"

Chapter V

Could you imagine when the sweetest one turn to be cold, timeless, and talkless? I have no clue for what happened here, between me and him.

It's end of July, we just date for 1 month and he suddenly slowly bit changed. He said, he was busy and stressed because of his works. He said he need "Me time" and i gave him.

No, i'm not the type of possesive girl who want my boyfriend to accompany me like 24/7. I know that his world is not only about me, ofcourse he has another thing to do. No more date in every weekend because he took his "Me time" often. We just doing chatting like a few bubble text in a day. I really try to understand, because he said he is busy. But he took too much "me time" and less for "our time"

i think about it a lot, i kinda miss the old of him. I still remember when it's weekend and i'm still sleep until around 10 AM. He kept texting me and ask me to wake up because he miss me. But that kind of thing is never happened again. I woke up in the morning and check my phone, there's no text from him like how he used to sent me back then. No more "Jiya, wake up! I miss you"

He just come around evening, for saying good evening and dissapear again until night without warning. I'm waiting, and hope that he can spend the time with me on the weekend. Dont get me wrong, we both busy in the weekdays and i never complain about that, i just want to be with him at least on weekend, but he didn't give me his time.

i just wonder why?

because he used to spend the weekend with me often, back then.

i rarely receive a good morning text daily, no more morning kiss and hug before work. And this is curse when i still remember how he being clingy in the morning, saying he didn't want to go work and just want to cuddle all day with me. Even at the break time he still can text me to remind me about lunch. But now, no more. He just rarely did that thing again. We are talkless nowadays. Just casually greeting each other, no more deep conversation. It's make me confuse and anxious.

knowing that our problem is communication, i dont want to repeat the same mistake by drawing conclusion, that's why i asked him what exactly happened to him? i feel like he is getting far away from me day by day.

"I'm sorry, i was busy this month. i just need time to be alone, but if you wonder about my feeling it's still same" He said,

he said that his feeling still same but he treat me differently and he didn't even realized about that. The consistency is gone.

"I just miss the old of you"

"I'm sorry, i will try my best"

"can you at least give me some hug and kiss in the morning? i never disturb you when you busy or when you tired after work."

"Sure i will try"

Morning greeting, kiss, hug, telling your partner how was your day going, communicate, is something that i should receive without i asked for. I never realized about that thing is a bare minimum in relationship.

in the next day, he did it he gave me hug and kiss before we go to works, but- i dont remember how long it work. He forget again, he sometimes just appear at the afternoon or evening. No more hug and kiss in the morning, no more breakfast in bed or warm cuddle before we start the day.

we become more far away when he always forget to text me, he left me unreplied often, he rarely talk with me, and just read my chat and left. I dont know, how could this thing happened? and everytime i asked, he just said that he is forget. I just dont understand about it.

But everytime i get mad of this, he always try to fix my mood. He take me to date, to the fancy date and it's make me forget about why i'm mad at him, But in the other day, he repeat the same mistake.

"I didn't ask much, i just want you to at least telling me when you already home, because i'm waiting you and i just want to make sure you are safe. If you want to take me time, it's okay but please tell me first about it, so i wont wait you all day. Just communicate with me and telling me in advance, that's all i want"

I told him what's spinning around my head, i just feel sad beacause he changed, i just cant recognize who is him now. It this all because he busy? because he stressed over his work and affected his mood?

but i have the same problem, i'm working too, i'm busy too, i'm stressed too. But i always have time for him, i always want to tell him about how was my day going, i always miss him and want to spend my off day with him. But i am the only one who want this thing?

Everytime he did the same mistake, i always forgive him and trying my best to understand him. I really try to put myself in his position, i lower my standar for him, i let him do whatever he want when i know that i didn't deserve that kind of treat.

Our relationship getting up and down, sometimes he gave me the butterflies again, but the other day he just dissapear, talkless, and left me unreplied again. i was afraid to losing him until i lose my self. i feel unhappy, and anxious with this, i really dont know with what should i do because i already told him and offering him many solution.

"Please text me when you already home"

"Alright"

am i ask too much for it?

is this really too much for ask?

i wonder, because he always forget about that. He just left me unreplied at the evening and never text me again, the next day he just saying "Good morning" like nothing happened, i often awaken in the middle of night because no text come from him. I wonder if he already home or have overworks, he never tell me again. Not like the old day when he come to my home after he had an overtime.

where's the old of him gone?

i gave him multiple chance but he cant fullfill his promise to be better, i really wonder if i asked too much for it. Then, i make a promise with myself if he repeat the same mistake, i'm gonna walk away from him- i should breaking up this relationship even i still love him so much.

November, before his birthday. I plan to spend the birthday with him, but he repeat the same mistake 3x in one month. He left me unreplied often even he know that i dont like it. Does my feeling not matter for him?

We broke up, i'm feel shattered. I'm the one who asked for broke up but i'm the one who broken into the pieces. You know how it's feel when you still madly in love with someone but you really tired of it.

Until the end, i'm the one who love him so much.

i'm the one who working for saving this relationship. And his feeling are changed, he doesn't want me anymore as much as he want, back then.

i'm the one who really want him to stay, but the more he stay with me, it will just hurt myself.

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jawllines · 3 years

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Sorry to be annoying but I asked awhile ago and I think tumblr ate my ask but did you ever do tattoo Harry blurb? I love them and I miss them:( I’ve looked through your tags and there isn’t any on there if you have posted one

I CAN POST ONE I WROTE A WHILE AGO RIGHT NOW :D I DONT THINK I POSTED HERE BUT LET ME KNOW HERE YOU GO PET

“Baby -- baby, c’mon!”

It was rare that Harry ever woke Y/N with more than kisses and cuddles. Maybe an abrupt shoulder shake if the both of them slept through their alarms (and, considering that they are the only ones with the key to open up their own respective stores, they never typically arrived late facing happy employees -- or in Y/N’s case, employee -- Niall, in particular, was always more of a grump in that situation than Riktor even), but even that still managed to be tender, and soft. He always treated her so delicately, as if she were made up of porcelain in the morning and it was imperative to speak in a low, soothing voice with careful touches or she might shatter. And she really didn’t think it was because she was an absolute terror to wake up -- Y/N did quite well, even as early as 5 AM she was still in somewhat of a pleasant mood, certainly nothing to be fearful of -- she thinks he’s just gentle in the morning. He’s gentle all the time, but for some reason or another, he’s extra soft with her then.

They had both had a bit of a busy day, so by the time that they made it back to Y/N’s flat (Harry said he liked it there best because it smelled like her, and -- well, he softens her up and calls her Darling when he wants them to go over there, so it’s hard to say no), both of them were ready for bed. Neither of them could barely keep their eyes open as they scarfed down the burgers they’d picked up on the way home, and once they’d finished and brushed their teeth, they toppled into each other on the mattress. Y/N would reckon they both fell asleep before their heads had even hit the pillow -- she doesn’t even remember crawling beneath the blankets.

Apparently she had though, because now as her brain tunes in with the world around her and she realizes that the distorted voice that had begun to prod her dreams was actually a grumpy, dry throat Harry, she’s cuddling herself closer in the covers. This only makes him grumble at her more, “You’re such a blanket hog,” he whines and Y/N finally blinks her eyes open, being greeted with Harry’s disgruntled, pouted face illuminated by the sunlight beginning to slip through the blinds, “I’ve been trying to unravel it for like ten minutes, but you’re all wrapped up! I’m cold.”

Y/N smiles sleepily at him, not understanding the gravity of the situation entirely as she begins to un-burrito herself from the covers, “G’morning, beautiful,” she murmurs as she does so, finally disentangling from the blankets and while she was a little less warm, Harry was quick to wiggle in beneath them, “Sorry.”

“Don’ be sweet when m’tryin’ to be angry with you,” she puckers her lips at him dramatically, and though he sighs, he leans in and presses their mouths together softly, “Your kisses aren’t g’na sweeten me up, m’still grumpy, blanket hog.”

She can only hum as she cuddles closer to him, “Sorry,” she repeated, this time adding, “Like to swaddle myself like a lil’ baby. Reckon you weren’t holdin’ me well enough last night.”

An offended gasp leaves through his lips soundly, enough that it startles her, but his arms worm around her waist and draw her closer to his body, “Brat,” he grumbled, dipping his nose into her throat, “I held you so well and you just wiggled right out of my arms and took all the covers with you.”

“Like a worm -- I wiggled out like a worm or somethin’,” she tried to sit up but his arms tightened around her, “This worm has to pee though and she’ll soak the bed if she isn’t allowed.”

His arm loosens around her, “This worm sounds like she’s a sleepy sort of delusional that requires about two hours more of rest.”

Y/N stumbles toward the bathroom in her room, “Noooooooo,” she whines, frowning at nobody, not bothering to swing the door shut before she plops on the cold toilet seat to relieve herself, “We’re supposed to go get hot chocolate, no more sleep.”

“Baby, it’s 6 AM and I’ve been up the last 30 minutes freezing my bits off!” He calls back to her and she giggles some, her eyes trying to accommodate to the bright white lights of the bathroom, “Sleep just a bit more and we’ll get the hot chocolate when we wake up next.”

She waits until she flushes and washes her hands to respond to him, and though she knows that she is definitely going to crawl back in bed and fall asleep, she stands at the foot of it with her hands in fists at her hips. He had let his eyes flutter closed by then but she thinks he could feel her eyeballing him, so he looks up past the mountain of blankets now covering him so she could only see his eyes and his nose, “What’re you doing?”

“You’re telling me, you don’t wanna go at 6 AM, three hours before the kiosk even opens to get hot chocolate with me? You must really hate me, don’t you?”

He huffs a sharp breath through his nose which is how he usually laughs in the morning, when he can’t muster up the strength to have a proper giggle, “Absolutely loathe you, baby doll, but could you please come back to bed so I can loathe you in the warmth?”

It takes little persuading -- as she said, she knew she was just going to crawl right back in beside him -- and instead of relying too heavily on the blankets to provide her warmth (like wrapping up half of it around her so she was cocooned entirely. . .this is what she normally does, and she would say that’s probably why Harry almost never has any of the covers in the morning), she relies on him. Picks up his arm so that she can fit herself underneath it and lies her cheek on his chest, “Your pits better not be smelly.”

“I make no promises.”

. . .

“I love your hair.”

“Stop it, Sweetheart, I’m g’na start blushing.”

They had slept for four more hours rather than the two Harry had originally suggested, but that always happens with them. Y/N would say that they are just too content cuddled up with one another that they milk it for all it’s worth. If one of them wakes up before the other, then they just settle their head back down and close their eyes again. Unless they had somewhere to be, of course, but Harry had a free Saturday (no clients schedule, even though Saturday’s could often be some of his heaviest days) and he’d elected to spend it with her -- whether they were awake or asleep didn’t much mater, they just liked to be near each other.

When they finally did wake up, they lazily got dressed into about thirty layers so they wouldn’t freeze outside. The weather had grown frigid quite quickly this November, and neither of them stood the cold very well, but there was a park lined with little pop-up kiosks with hot chocolate, sweets, little holiday goodies, and an obscene amount of knitted blankets (it was a clever marketing tactic, Y/N thought -- everyone is more willing to spend money on a blanket when they’re freezing cold - she and Harry had certainly fallen for it today). Y/N bought them shoe warmers to keep their toes at least not numb, and Harry lets her borrow a pair of his gloves because she keeps forgetting to buy some of her own. They both have hats fitted over their heads too, and since Harry’s let his hair grow out, his curls stick out from beneath the pumpkin orange print and Y/N can’t stop staring at it. She’s always loved his hair, she told him as much one of the first nights they’d sat on her bookstore’s floor and talked about just a bit of everything. Back when she barely realized she had a crush on him. . . .when she didn’t know that in just a little time, she would be over the moon.

And she’ll never forget that people used to make him feel like shit about his hair, so she maybe overcompensates by telling him every time she has thought about loving it. Which means today, in the span of a short three hours they’d been awake, Y/N had complimented his hair about twenty different times. If she was running her fingers through it, fixing his beanie, or just staring at him, she let him know just how much she adored his curls.

“I hate to tell you this, Button, but your cheeks are already red as apples,” she shifted the paper cup of hot chocolate from her hand closest to him to the other, so she could reach up and tuck them behind his ear, that had reddened from the cold, “The air has you more bashful than I ever could.”

“Not true,” he murmurs, lowering his voice as he knocks closer to her ear, “I always blush when you go down on me.”

“God,” Y/N shakes her head, “You’re too much, d’ya know that?”

He laughs, nudging her with the cold tip of his nose, “You want the peppermint bark? We’re coming up on the seller.”

“Of course, I want peppermint bark,” she reaches for her wallet, “I’m stocking us up for the next hundred years or so.”

Harry slows for a moment, sliding his gloved hand into her own and squeezing, “Hey,” he begins, his voice soft, somewhat reflective and it brings her attention to him at her side, “Y’know when -- you remember how you said you just get random flushes of love for me and s’a whole lot and you just don’t know what to do with it?”

Y/N nods, “Yeah, like every waking minute practically. Why?”

He smiles shyly, “I’m having one of those moments.”

“For the peppermint bark?” She teases, but his brows furrow and he swats her shoulder playfully, “Hey!”

“I’m trying to be sweet on you, and you’re still going on about this bloody chocolate,” he rubs the arm that he swats, even though Y/N has so many layers on plus the blanket that she bought wrapped around her, that he made no real contact with her body.

Y/N pulls him in for a hug, narrowly avoiding a child running past them as she does so, “Oh, you know m’only kidding. I love you too, Bug, more than words can describe and ten times more than the chocolate I reckon. . .well, unless it’s made really well this year.”

“I’ll leave you here, blanket hog.”

#blurbs #Anonymous

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vennilavee · 3 years

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pink matter

pairing: levi x reader- grad school/boxer au (set in 2:58 AM//bare knuckles universe) summary: it’s levi’s birthday and you’re his present. word count: 4052 warnings: smoking (shisha), smut in the form of: oral (f receiving), fingering, grinding, oc is lowkey a pillow princess, oc cries (bc levi’s stroke game is too good), edging, spitting (dont @ me). 18+ !!!! a/n: ummm what can i say other than...happy birthday to my mans. and yes i listened to pink matter by frank ocean on repeat while writing this

Levi and birthdays were a tricky thing- he stubbornly refused to do anything over the top every year that you’d known him. His birthday celebrations have almost always been something that his friends have planned, or for the past few years, they’ve been celebrations that you have planned. His birthday fell during winter break, but this year neither of you were heading home. He was staying on campus for his internship and you were staying on campus to apply for jobs and give Levi company.

Besides, your family’s home wasn’t far from campus anyway.

He had had a boxing match earlier in the week, and had come out relatively unscathed with a few still healing bruises and welts over his knuckles. Despite your many attempts to dissuade him from underground boxing, none of them worked. He was good at it, great even, and he made more money underground boxing than he could ever hope to make at his internship. Besides, he had promised you that he was almost ready to quit.

You refused to let him splurge on you the way you knew he wanted to. If he was going to hurt himself to save up money for his mother, then every penny of his boxing money would go towards that.

Levi could splurge on you later, as you often reminded him when it was late at night and he would voice to you how you deserve more. You scoffed at him, telling him that he knew you better than that. Besides, his kisses, his touch, his time was worth more than anything. Him coming back to you unscathed was worth more than a pretty piece of jewelry.

That didn’t stop him from getting you a beautiful gold necklace for your birthday. He needed to get you at least one thing for you to show off. You had protested immediately- you were both struggling for money, to make ends meet as graduate students. But he had silenced you- “Let me treat you just this once.”

And you couldn’t argue with that.

So today, you choose to keep Levi’s birthday lowkey, just how he prefers it. Just you and him. He’s spending most of the day at his internship, and then will be meeting Erwin and Hange for a quick drink. And then he’ll be having dinner with you.

He had asked you several times if you had wanted to join him for drinks, but you waved him off. Telling him to spend time with his friends, and that you’d go to his apartment once he came back.

Levi had kissed you goodbye in the morning, letting you linger over his chapped lips for a few minutes longer.

You’re satisfied in letting him leave in the morning, as you had woken him up early with a birthday blowjob. The rest can wait until after he comes home.

You had given instructions to Erwin and Hange to keep Levi with them for as long as they could. After all, you had to finish baking the mini lemon tarts you wanted to make for Levi, make dinner, and get ready.

You were going to wear your baby pink satin-y dress. The one with thin straps. The one that Levi loved on you.

Anticipation floods through you as minutes tick by. You were multitasking- rolling dough, chopping meat, green chilis and vegetables up for the jiaozi and noodles that you wanted to make for dinner while checking the oven. Levi had given you his mother’s recipe for jiaozi, and you were eager to try it out.

Hopefully it came out as good as his mom’s.

You'd told Levi you’d be heading back to your own place to tidy up and fix up your resume, but really you had just snuck back into his apartment to start cooking with the spare key he had given you.

His kitchen smells wonderful and spicy mixed with sweet. A thin layer of sweat pools over your brow as you make sure that the broth is just right and the tarts aren’t too overdone. You’d even bought wine and whiskey- the wine mainly for you, and the whiskey for him.

Once the dough has rested for long enough, you add soy sauce, rice wine, salt and pepper to the meat and mix it. Then, you cut the dough into thin slices and add the meat filling to it. Before wetting the dough and folding the edges, you pull the tarts out of the oven.

Maybe you had prepared the tarts too early. Oh well, that’s okay.

You cook the jiaozi and pan-fry them, satisfied at the golden brown, crispy texture of them.

You make several servings of spicy Szechuan chili garlic noodles, to save as leftovers for tomorrow. You love noodles, and chili garlic noodles are one of Levi’s favorites.

Perfect. You still have around forty minutes left to get ready. If you move quickly, that’s all you’d need.

The small dining table in Levi’s extended kitchen is set with two plates, a glass of whiskey for Levi and a glass of red wine for you. You had strung more pink fairy lights around his living room and kitchen, giving the walls a faint, romantic glow.

Not that Levi knows what’s awaiting him. He’s not even expecting you in his apartment, but when he fumbles with the keys and sees the pink glow washing over his walls he knows you’ve been by.

But then he sees you sitting on the couch in his favorite baby pink dress with your legs crossed and a soft smile. You swirl your glass of wine at him expectantly, before setting it on the coffee table and greeting him at the door.

“Hey,” You murmur, smoothing out the wrinkles of his shirt with your hands, “Welcome home.”

Levi can’t take his eyes off of the red of your lips. He plants his hands over your hips, drawing you in closer to him. He traces over the curve of your jaw, eyeing the necklace sitting nice and pretty at the base of your throat. Levi dips his head to kiss your clavicle easily.

“Hey,” Levi drawls, “You all pretty for me?”

“No,” You roll your eyes, “‘M all pretty for me. You’re just an added bonus.”

“Even on my birthday?”

“Shut up,” You laugh, swatting his shoulder, “Go wash up. I made you something.”

Levi palms and smacks your ass generously, swallowing your soft sigh with his lips before ducking out to wash his hands. You watch him walk away from you, enjoying the way his dress shirt clings to his narrow waist and his broad shoulders. You ring your own hands in slight nervousness, hoping that he enjoys the food you prepared for him.

You know he will. But still, you like compliments and you’re not above admitting that.

You refill your wine glass, nearly jumping when Levi wraps his arms around your waist. His hands are warm against your belly, sending a bolt of desire through your spine.

“Started drinkin’ without me?” He murmurs, voice low in your ear.

“No,” You shake your head, “I had a glass as I was cooking. That doesn’t count.”

Levi’s hand slips up the slit of your dress, squeezing your thighs and trailing up your leg. “You made us dinner?”

“And dessert,” You mumble with a nod, turning in his arms and gesturing to the dinner table. Levi’s eyes soften when he sees the set up of the dinner table- two neatly prepared plates with steaming food. How had he not smelled it when he walked in?

Probably because he was too taken with the scent of your perfume.

“It’s not much,” You mumble shyly, “But-”

Levi cuts your words off with a searing kiss, pulling you into his chest and cradling your neck. “It’s everything, angel,” Levi says, pressing his forehead to yours, “You’re everything.”

Your painted lips split into a bashful smile, and you push his hair out of his eyes to press a kiss to his forehead. “Happy birthday, baby.”

Levi kisses you again in gratitude, soft and chaste. His hands are rough over your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. He takes your hand and seats you in his lap in one swift movement, shifting you until you fit within the crevices of his chest.

You reach over for your plate and glass of wine, waiting for him to take the first bite of jiaozi. His eyes widen in appreciation, a soft hum coming from his chest.

“Tastes so good,” Levi murmurs, pressing a kiss to the back of your shoulder.

“Really?” You perk up, turning to look at him, “It was my first time, I wasn’t sure if I got them quite right-”

“Really,” Levi says, “Thank you for this.”

“Just wanted to do somethin’ nice for you,” You shrug, unable to stop the smile from spreading, “You deserve it, baby.”

Levi hooks his chin over your shoulder, patting your thigh to wordlessly tell you to eat with him. After a few bites, you admit-

“You’re right, I did do a good job,” You giggle, the noise almost high pitched with the addition of wine. Levi tugs your hand into his, admiring the soft lilac color of your nails as he takes a generous sip of his whiskey.

“You did,” Levi trails off flatly, nosing at your neck. You both finish your plates quietly with gratuitous sips of wine and whiskey in between respectively. The soft material of your dress is always within Levi’s touch- he loves this dress on you because it only just ghosts over the nearly hidden lines and curves of your body.

He thinks it makes you look ethereal.

By the time you finish your plates off, you’re feeling the effects of wine curling in your limbs. Making you a little more affectionate than normal, not wanting to let go of Levi’s hand. Always touching him, somehow.

Levi puts your plates away and washes them quickly as you box up the food for leftovers for tomorrow. “Hey, guess what,” You murmur, “I packed the bowl for us-”

You gesture to the living room, where your pink and purple hookah sits tall and pretty next to the coffee table. Your hookah has been your trusty friend for the last few years, and you had even introduced Levi to it. Your hookah has now made a home in Levi’s apartment as well. Even though you had taught him how to use it, he had slowly become the one to pack the shisha into the bowl whenever you both wanted to smoke and clean the water out.

You claimed that the shisha would stain your nails. He had rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. You were such a princess, but you were his princess.

“Oh wow, is it a special occasion?” He says dryly, with the arch of his eyebrow.

“It’s just some guy’s birthday,” You reply without missing a beat, earning yourself a squeeze of your ass. You sit next to him on the couch, legs tucked under you and give him the hookah pipe to take the first pull.

He blows the soft tuft of smoke above your head before taking a deeper pull. A larger cloud of smoke floats out of his mouth. You’re mesmerized by the shape of his lips and the way he holds the clear plastic pink pipe in between his long fingers.

Levi wordlessly hands you the pipe after a few pulls. You lean against his shoulder and thread your fingers through his as you take a few generous pulls. Smoking from your hookah has become something of a stress relief for both of you- sometimes you ended your nights with a nice pack and just sat with each other. It was a good way to wind down after long days and long nights.

It was a habit you knew you might be growing too old for, but you’ll deal with that later.

You start to feel a little lightheaded, a little tipsy and give Levi the pipe back. “Did you have a good day today?” You ask softly, cradling his cheek with your hand.

He hums, “Wish they were paying me more at the internship. But I’m here now.”

You understand his unspoken words- I’m happy to be here now.

“We’ll be okay soon, Levi,” You promise, “We’ll be outta here soon, baby.”

But for tonight, he only wants to think about you. Levi only wants to think about you, you in this pretty dress, you all pretty in his arms. So he puts the pipe on the table and drops the coal from the bowl, ignoring your noise of protest. Levi pulls you into his lap hastily, hands tight over your hips and wandering down to your ass.

“You should suck my cock,” Levi says bluntly, “It’s my birthday, after all.”

He’s only joking- really, he likes seeing the way you pout and protest at him. Like the princess that you are. “Levi,” You whine, “I did this morning, and I can’t get on my knees in this dress…”

“You’re right,” Levi muses, fingers tracing your sides, “This dress is too nice for you to ruin.”

“It’s your favorite dress,” You say. You’re proud of yourself and Levi finds it endearing. Levi draws you even closer and lays you over the couch with your back flat. He clasps the hem of the tight skirt of your dress and hikes it up to your waist and allows his fingers to graze the softness of your inner thighs.

Fingers instantly thread through his dark, silky hair, tugging at his scalp. He groans into your skin, eyes fluttering at the feeling. Levi draws himself up over your body, slipping the thin, pink straps of your dress off of your shoulders and dropping kisses along the column of your neck. You tilt your neck to the side in your hazy stupor, giving him an eyeful of your glowing skin.

You’re so pretty.

Levi kisses the spot behind your ear, the spot that never fails to make you sigh his name airily. He’s intoxicated by you, the sweet smell of your perfume mixed with his cologne clinging to your skin and wrapping you both in a pink bubble. Levi cradles your face with his hand, drawing your eyes towards him.

You leave him a little breathless- far more breathless than after a difficult boxing match. None of that has anything on the way you blink at him with hearts dotted in your eyes, or the way your lips are swollen from his kisses. And especially not the way you trace the hard planes of his chest with gentle calls of his name.

His eyes are blazing, adoration stamped in his grey irises. Levi ducks his head for a sharp kiss, drawing a loud whimper out of you when he puts a little pressure over your neck. He squeezes a little harder when you whine impatiently and lock your legs around his narrow waist.

His angel in pink is just full of surprises.

Levi could kiss you for hours, the soft, wet feel of your red lips against his is something he wants to drown in. He’s certain your red lipstick stains his skin, but he pays it no mind. He knows you’ll get a kick out of it, but right now, you’re only focused on peeling him out of his shirt. You toss his dress shirt on the other side of the couch, where it lands on the armchair unassumingly.

Levi hisses when your lips brush over freshly healed bruises on his chest, but he doesn’t mind the slight sting. Levi firmly pushes you back towards the couch, an excited gasp ripping from your throat.

You like it when he shows off his strength for you. Specifically, when he manhandles you a little bit.

“Be good,” Levi murmurs raspily, taking your curious hands in his, “You gonna be my good girl? It’s my birthday…”

You nod instantly, eager to please, “Y-yes. ‘M your good girl…”

“Then keep your hands to yourself, angel,” Levi says and you pout at him. But you listen, struggling not to touch him.

Levi pushes the top of your dress down and unclasps your lacy black bra in quick succession, your tits spilling out easily. Your entire body pulses when his lips plaster over your chest, his lips sucking and tongue soothing as he slides down your body.

He looks up at you from in between your legs, pleased when your eyes are hooded. You’re doing your best to listen to him, to not touch him. Just because he said so and you want to be good for him. Levi hooks his hands around your hips, pulling you flush against his face.

You buck your hips towards him and hope he doesn’t notice. He does, but says nothing, only pushing the skirt of your dress higher up on your waist. Leaving your legs bare and your clothed pussy in front of him for him to devour. Levi dots your thighs in kisses before his head disappears in between your legs and rubs his thumb over your clothed clit. He presses a kiss there and you shudder, wanting to run your hands through his hair.

But you keep your hands to yourself.

Levi hums when he finally peels your panties off and puts them in the pocket of his pants, not wanting them to get dirty. You choke at the action, feeling your face heat up. Levi spreads your legs apart, hiking them over his shoulders and licks your core teasingly. His tongue is so wet and warm that you can’t help but buck your hips for more with a whine. You tighten your thighs around his head as he gathers your wetness with his thumb and circles your clit in the same motion.

You grip the sofa cushions in an attempt to ground yourself. Your thighs tremble at the first swipe of his tongue over your folds and when he continues to circle your clit. Levi sucks your clit and pushes a finger into your dripping pussy, and you let out a strangled sort of noise. He pumps you a few strokes, your walls already clenching around his finger.

And then he just stops. You whine in annoyance, your brow furrowed and your lips pursed together in a pout. He only smirks at you wickedly, adding another finger into you and holding still. You try to fuck yourself on his fingers, but he won’t have that.

“Thought you were gonna be my good girl,” Levi murmurs, palm flat against your hip.

“Mmm-please, baby,” You mumble, eyes beginning to fill with unshed tears, “I love you, please touch me-”

“Alright, angel,” Levi acquiesces easily. He only wants to please you, wants to maybe see you cry on his cock, come apart with his hand wrapped around your pretty throat. “You know I love you.”

Your eyes light up at that, pout dissolving into a soft smile. Levi kisses your thigh once more and dips his head in between your legs. You move your foot so it’s flat against Levi’s back for more leverage, letting out a loud moan when his tongue presses into your pussy. You rock your hips into his face, nearly choking at the sight of his dark hair in between your legs.

You don’t even realize how lewdly you’re calling his name, as he grinds his tongue into you as if you’re the sweetest honey he’s ever had.

Which you are. Because you’re his angel. You do well with being obedient, not allowing your hands to graze any part of him. So he looks up from in between your legs, your wetness dribbling down his chin and gives you a look that makes your pussy flutter.

“Good girl,” Levi murmurs and ducks his head down once more. The soft praise shoots straight down your spine and Levi tastes it. He threads his fingers through yours and you gasp at his touch, squeezing greedily.

“You feel so good, Levi,” You babble, “Love you, I love you so much-”

You cut yourself off with a wretched moan when Levi presses his tongue flat against your pussy and strokes you with two long fingers in you. Levi knows when you’re close, when your thighs begin to tremble and when you start babbling to him as you are now.

He pumps you slowly, alternating between slow and fast as you gush for him on his tongue. Levi groans in between your legs, the sound reverberating through you and he eagerly laps up another wave of wetness.

“Look at you, angel,” Levi murmurs, pulling his tongue away to play with your clit as he presses kisses on your inner thighs.

“Yours, ‘m yours,” You slur, “Please, baby, make me cum, I’m so close…”

And since you asked so nicely, the lilt of your voice coated with silky adoration for him and him only, he presses his tongue to your pussy once more. Your back arches instantly, thighs beginning to quiver when he sucks your clit and presses two fingers into you again.

“Levi, baby, please,” You beg with tears gathering in the corner of your eyes and dropping down your cheeks, “Love your mouth, love you so much. Wanna be with you always, wanna give you everything…”

God, he loves you so much. The way your eyes water when you’re close, the way you wrap around him perfectly like this. There’s nothing that can compare to your softness meshing with all of his rough edges.

“Cum, baby,” Levi murmurs hoarsely, scissoring his fingers inside of you. He shifts so that he’s over your frame, his fingers still inside of you and kisses you harshly. You taste yourself on his lips, moaning into his mouth. You don’t have the strength to pull away as your orgasm is within reach once more. You clench desperately around his fingers before he’s about to slide down your body again but you stop him.

“N-no,” You mumble, “Kiss me, want you to kiss me.” You yank him down to you, pushing your lips to his impatiently as you rock into his fingers. You look up at him with your lips parted and with heated cheeks, as he rubs your clit with his thumb.

“C’mon angel, cum for me,” Levi says, a soft demand. The headiness of his voice and his blown out eyes make your toes curl. With another few rubs of your clit with his thumb, stars explode behind your eyelids, your heart is about to beat right out of your chest and Levi holds you steady as you ride out your high.

Levi slides down your body to lap up your wetness and you close your legs instinctively from oversensitivity. Your thighs jump at his sudden touch over your clit and you try to shove him away but he pulls off of you himself, hovering above you and settling in your arms.

You give him a dazed, happy smile. Levi licks his lips, letting saliva gather on his tongue and presses his thumb to your chin.

“Open, angel,” He breathes. When you part your lips eagerly, red lipstick long smudged, he drops a ball of spit onto your waiting tongue and watches the bob of your throat as you swallow eagerly. Levi kisses you, coating your bottom lip with spit, just the way you like.

You grin at him, a little messy, a little in love. Levi’s cock jumps as he looks at you below him.

“You’re messy,” Levi says fondly, cradling your cheek.

“You like me messy,” You wink at him and wrap your legs around his waist to push him down to your chest. He rests his weight on top of you and you can feel the hard press of his cock against your thigh. You grind into him teasingly, lightly scratching at his undercut.

“I made dessert for you,” You say forlornly, “Made lemon tarts. With blackberries on top.”

“Lemme have you on top and then we’ll eat your tarts,” Levi says, earning himself a smack to the chest.

Levi carries you to his bedroom after that, and you don’t end up eating the lemon tarts until most of the city has fallen asleep and flurries begin to come down from the sky.

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#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #levi x you #snk x reader #aot x reader

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holy-guacamoly · 2 years

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Helloo!! Congratulations on getting 200 followers!! Thats a great achievemen and I hope more follow you [you freaking deserve it!!] Aight, I hope you don’t mind me participating in the event and no rush please! Take your time on this request!! Okay, here we go!

Fav character?: Erwin Smith Pronouns: She / her Name: Kayte or Arri or Noonie (Friends call me Kayte or Noonie / Close friends call me Arri or Noonie or Kaytie!)

Hobbies and interest: I really love studying!! Especially when it’s in the mornings or evenings with coffee and then tea at night! I play the piano as well as skilled in archery. My fingers do lot a work aha. Drawing, reading and writing are also my hobbies!! I am a fan of BTS but I am not obsessed. I have a thing for cola and coffee :p I love my jacket…i feel anxious without it sometimes. Cooking!! I love rain and playing in it. Studying or reading or playing the piano when raining makes me feel soo comfortable. Inwould snuggle in my blanket with tea when its cold during rain, relaxation~~ MUSIC I love it. Fav genres? All except any type of country, I can’t vibe with it. Personal favs are classical and rock.

My personality:

I am independent, smart, stubborn, witty, very curious, brutally honest (when needed) and I have a bit of an anger issue but I am very chill most of the time tho. I can be very serious and quiet, depends on the situation. I am scary when I am quiet, I have been told due to my RBF lol. If you anger me ‘secretly’, I will not talk to you to give you a hint. Oh and I can be gullible. The level of my independent-ness can get to “oh i do not need help in handling 5 group assignments“ level. Trust me, it happened once. I am apathetic towards how people think and treat me, It can get to a point I do not care for myself sometimes. Dont worry! I have friends helping me with the problem ^^ BUT, i am very caring if others. I can treat you like my child even if we just met. I will comfort anyone. Fun fact: My studying can go on until 3 am or more…everyday

Okeyh, thats all!! Right, if you do not mind, I am requesting for both SFW and it’s opposite. Thank you in advance for doing this!! I really appreciateit and this is my first time requesting something like this >w< Take care and have a great day!!!

Hey hun! Thank you so so much! <3 Guuurl, when I read about your personality I was like same?! Also, the caffeinated beverage part hit my soul. Thank you for your detailed description it makes writing so much easier. ♥ Erwin is constantly so proud of you! Ambition, kindness and your overall skill level are traits your boyfriend adores. As a very ambitious man himself, Erwin needs a badass woman by his side. ♥ Your man does this little gesture, where he secretly fills up your coke or coffee stock, without you noticing at first. He wants to reward you for your hard work. :( ♥ Rainy days with Erwin Smith are a motherfucking dream! I feel like he builds blanket forts for you, with fairy lights and tons of cozy pillows inside. You show him the newest music you are into, while he talks about some literature he recently read. Between exciting conversations, you are always in for a good make-out session. The tea you prepared often gets cold because you are just so caught up in the moment. ♥ Erwin is the CEO of reminding you to chill tf out. He hates to see you stressed or not caring enough for yourself. Your man did a lot of research about relaxation techniques, so he can do them with you. Also has a supply of emergency face masks at home to give you a little spa experience during wild times. If you fall asleep on your desk after another allnighter he carries you to your shared bed and wraps you in a little blanket burrito. <3 ♥ One word: Gentlemen. Erwin has a thing for kissing the back of your hand or just putting gentle kisses on your cheek when he greets you. It's a little cheesy, but who can deny this beautiful man? "Arri, you look breathtaking," Erwin whispers against your skin as he pulls you a little closer. An inaudible gasp escapes your lips. "I am such a lucky man." ♥ The two of you often play the piano together. Especially during stormy evenings, you love to light the fireplace and get lost in the music. Sometimes Erwin starts to sing even though it sounds horrible. :') "And after all this time, I'm still into you〜" Erwin screams at the top of his lungs as you play the piano. Your eyes dare to roll back into your skull and you stop abruptly. "Honey, I love you. But you need to stop with that noise you call singing. The neighbors asked if we adopted a dying cat from the shelter," you huff, but give your boyfriend a playful nudge. "I can't help but sing all kinds of stupid love songs to you," he answers. Your whole expression changes from annoyed to genuinely delighted. "Erwin Smith, you are a hopeless romantic." ♥ Since your first encounter, Erwin wanted to marry you. He never pushes you to any decision but he just loves to imagine a domestic life with you. Often refers to you as "wife". You lean against the doorframe, scanning your boyfriend who is still on the phone. He on the other hand doesn't seem to notice you. "Yeah, gotta hang up now. I have to run errands with my wife. Bye." "Oh, did I miss something? Who is your wife?" you ask teasingly. Erwin turns around, not an inkling of shame on his face. "You, of course, stupid." ♥ Your oldie is so confused about BTS. Like why are they so popular? Why do people these days seem to like them? He just doesn't get the concept lmao. Also gets a little angry whenever you try to explain the hype and he still doesn't understand. Poor baby. :( NSFW ♥ He loves to mark you. Everyone needs to know your his. Gives you hickeys on your shoulders and neck. Erwin especially likes how you get flustered by explaining them to your friends and co-workers. Develops a breeding kink over time, because that is the ultimate way to show others you are his. He isn't seriously trying to get you pregnant but loves to talk dirty about it. ♥ Gets feral when you address him with Sir. He is such a gentle Dom and spoils you rotten in the bedroom. Plays with your clit for hours, using every toy you want if you just beg enough. "You were such a good girl today," Erwin muses. His fingers wander over your body like feathers, causing your brain to send shivers down your spine. "I think you deserve a treat. Don't you too, princess?" All you can do is nod eagerly. "So what shall it be, baby girl? The womanizer or your favorite dildo?" ♥ Is into bondage and very skilled at it. Erwin sees it as an art form and you are his most delicate work. Loves to squeeze your tits between the tights knots of the ropes he uses. ♥ Doggystyle is everything for you both. It has something so animalistic that it makes your head spin. "Fuck, Erwin, pull my hair!" you exclaim, your voice higher pitched than usual. "Fucking use me, Sir!" And that was enough to make Erwin Smith lose his mind. In conclusion: Like I said, you are Erwin Smith's wife. He takes care of you and you take care of him. There is nothing but love.

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