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white-poppie · 1 year

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I wanna be yours

Synopsis: You have had a crush on your older brother's best friend for years now, Shinichiro Sano, the biggest loser there is to exist, but he shares the same pining for you?

Pairing: S.sano x gn! reader Genre: Fluff-> Suggestive-> Angst -> Fluff, SFW TW: Age gap (4 years) smoking, crying, cursing, Waka being mean, Shin being the biggest flirt ever, sooooo much tension Phew~ WC: 2k A/N: Reader is around 18 here and Shin is 23. Before you come at me saying 'omg the age gap' shush.

Song rec: Just One Day by BTS (listened to it on rep while writing.)

You frowned at the grey clouds, meandering malevolently overhead, the moisture in the air made you sniffle as you found yourself tracing your steps to Shin's shop.

A weird dread lingered whenever you came to your brother's best friend's shop. The smell of gasoline and that crooked smile on his face, smeared with oil and dirt always sent a catastrophic spurge of butterflies in your stomach.

"Sano san," you called, entering the half-open shutter. Half-open to stop the water from entering. You were drenched from head to toe, clothes sticking uncomfortably to your skin and the cold made you shiver.

Shinichiro peeked at you from under one of the cars. His black tresses stuck to his forehead due to the sweat and humidity under the machinery, "Hey Y/N", he drawled, his eyes squinting to adjust to brightness as he saw your pathetic and soggy state, "shit, you're soaked." He said stating the obvious.

With a slight groan, he got out from under the car, his breathy voice sending shivers down your already trembling figure.

Dusting his pants he looked at you, "Got caught in the rain?" He said with his onyx eyes seemingly undressing your soul.

You bob, "Do you mind if I stay here till the rain stops? It's really cold."

Shinchiro nods as he picks up a towel to wipe his sweat with, throwing it somewhere on one of the bikes. He looks at you for an uncomfortably long time, his inky, dark eyes raking on your drenched silhouette. He has to clench his fists to stop him from staring, he sighs and walks into the storage as you stand awkwardly, soaked like a duckling in the middle of his shop.

He comes back with a jacket, his posture straight and wide shoulders pushed back as he walks. He grabs the jacket with his hand and comes close to you, you can smell his peppermint aftershave, his chest inches away from your face as he puts the jacket on your shoulders, fixes the collar, and tucks your hair that falls loose behind your ear so that it doesn't get stuck in the zipper. It takes him all humane strength to not caress your cheek and pull you close as you look up at him with those doe eyes of yours.

"Feel warm enough?" he says softly, his voice all raspy like he is thirsty for something.

You nod and flush, looking away, feeling as if you are melting from his intense gaze.

A breathy laugh escapes from his nose as he pats your head, "So cute."

You gulp as your heart thumps in your chest. You've had a crush on Shinichiro since you first met him when your older brother Wakasa brought home a kid with a funky-looking hairstyle. You were 8 at that time and Shin was 12. You were experiencing those cliched-brother's friend trope, god you have rejected so many boys just for him.

And being so close to him, even after all these years, sent a catastrophic spurge of sparks, his voice, his scent, his gaze--it was almost painful, trying to take each breath in the heavy air.

Shinichiro breathes shakily as he looks into your eyes, he seems to be in a spell-bound trance at the sight of you...and you are so close to him, his arms itching to embrace you, his fingers parched for the sensation of your skin underneath them, it was almost perverse how his desire for something so tender and non-sexual was killing him from inside.

"Sano-" you whisper breathily, eyes flickering at the taller man

"Shin," he corrects you, his fingers still resting behind your ear, “It’s Shin for you.”

You gulp and nod softly, heart muscle thumping like a jerking light bulb, spasmodically. Your hands and feet were cold, it was like adrenaline was pumping in your body, everywhere except your face, which was flushed.

"Shin," you correct yourself softly as if relishing the syllables of his name on your tongue.

“Good job,” he says, his eyes filling with something so raw, you felt undone by it, The hand that rests behind your ear now moved to rest on your cheek as he slowly closes his eyes and leans in.

Your heart speeds up at the gesture, but there is this void in the pits of your stomach that makes you move away, “stop,” you say softly.

Shin snaps out of the trance and takes a step back, “shit, Y/n I am so fucking sorry, I should’ve asked before, is ms sorry I misread your actions.” He sighs guiltily, his stomach almost dropping at the thought that he made you uncomfortable, "I am sorry, I really am, I should have been the mature one in this situation instead of getting carried away, you are still a kid.” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

Your heart hurts at the word thought that he still thought of you as a kid, you were an adult, what difference did it make if he was just a couple years older than you?

“ ‘S not why I moved away,” you say and look at the ground, knowing that if you look into those abysmal eyes, they would draw out the tears in yours. “Your explanation just proved that I did the right things- you feel as if that desire was impulsive, lust-fuelled.” Your voice cracks as you explain it to him, “I don’t want that, I don’t want that half-hearted kiss, without any romantic feelings just because of one day, I don’t want that Sano san.”

His throat felt dry at the pain in your voice, the crack in your words and the use of his family name, “who said to ya that it was a momentary thing?”

“Please,” you chuckle bitterly and sniffle, “you confess to every other girl, how am I different?”

“You are different,” he says sternly and takes your hand in his. His rough, calloused hands, the skin cracked at the intense work in the shop. “Yer’ special to me.”

“Bet you say that to every girl,” you say on the verge of crying, you would’ve died, take your feelings to your grave, but this was so much more painful.

“I don’t,” he says softly, the smile lines on his face lighting up his pale skin, “I’ve only said it to you, never seen anyone as perfect as ya'. I am addicted to you.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

"Then why didn't you- why didn't you show any interest before? Why didn't you ever confess before?" You ask, harshly, there is a rawness in your voice, a slight desperation. You don't even try to hide your emotions anymore.

"I thought you'd be weirded out," he says and almost traps you at how close he is to you, you can hear how his heart is hammering against his slender frame, "I thought you'd be weirded out by the fact your nii-chan's best friend had taken a fancy in you."

"Shin," you say sternly and grab him by the collar of his work shirt. His breath hitches as he keeps a hand a few inches above the wall where you are standing, to prevent himself from stumbling into you. His breath is fanning on your face, a trembling arm propped over your head and face barely inches away, "do you really think I care? You are barely 4 years older than me, we are both adults, why are you hesitating?"

Shinichiro just looks at you, speechlessly, his eyes wavering between your eyes to your lips and then back at your eyes again, "dunno." He says, "been so attracted to you for the longest time, dunno why I am hesitating."

You gasp at his deceration, heartbeat speeding rapidly, he is just inches apart, you can feel his minty breath hitting your face, goosebumps erupting on your arms.

Shin leans in, as if testing the water, not quite close to your lips as his half-lidded eyes undress your soul, "maybe I am hesitating 'cause of Waka."

"Waka-nii always scared boys away from me, back in middle school, I never protested though, my heart was already on his best friend after all," you whisper out, your fingers holding the fabric of his

"Fuck, you've been waiting for that long?" he says, his breath a little unsteady at the proximity, "been' waiting that long for me? What did you even see in me, I had the shittiest hairstyle and was the biggest loser ever."

“I saw you, the real you,” you say softly, “I saw your soul, kind, compassionate and so caring. You say and wipe a small spec of grime against his porcelain and statuesque face. “I saw your resolve, that toothy grin, hands so caring they carry the weight of the worlds.”

His heart thumps at each sound that leaves your mouth, shivering at the chafed intensity of your words, he doesn’t speak. He doesn’t move.

“You are so warm, Sano san, you are warm like the sun, I can’t help but bask in your glory,” you say with a cathartic outpour of sealed devotion.

Shinichiro Sano is silent. He breathes in your words, your presence and the reality called forth, "hell, you're gonna make me cry." He says, his nose slowly brushing in a tint of delicate pink.

"You made me cry so much more," you chuckle and shake your head.

Shinichiro's eyes gloss in empathy, " I'm so sorry. You know, I guess I'm still the old stupid Shinichiro, huh? Always making dumb mistakes. But from now on… I'll change. I'm never gonna make you cry again, I promise. I'll try and give you all the happiness I never could when we were younger. I won't ever leave you unhappy, I promise."

Your heart thumps wild against your chest, eyes filling with a warmth that you can't quite control at this moment.

Shinichiro's mind runs into an overdrive at the thought of you yearning for him for so long. These past few years were hell for him but for you? You've succumbed for so long. His mind runs to think of Waka, and how he would punch his face at knowing what transpired in his mind for so long...but it would be worth it. Waka would kill him, and break his bones, but it would be worth it. You would be worth it.

And then Shinichiro inches closer, without paying heed to the consequences of his actions. His eyes flutter to your lips, begging, starving, longing for your words of agreement before he makes an advance.

"Kiss me Sano san," you say softly, your breath fanning against his raw and bitten lips.

Shinchiro smiles, boyishly, his white pearlescent teeth, glinting under the dim light of the shop. The sound of rain pattering against the metal shutter echoes, but nothing is louder than your heartbeats, "it's Shin to you."

He says and closes the distance, finally. His lips moulded against yours, hands holding your face, shoulder hunched upwards, and head leaned towards you. His long black lashes flutter in delight as you kiss back, the pace slow, sensual and full of longing.

When you pull away, you rest your head against his, and just bask in his embrace, wordlessly, as if recollecting all the memories of all the time lost.

"WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE?" you hear a piercing shout that makes you whip your head and sweatdrop to see Wakasa.

"Finally?" Takeomi peeks from behind Wakasa with an amused grin and looks back, "Oi Benkei ya gotta pay me up!"

You hear Benkei sigh and Wakasa glares at them...everyone had a lot of explaining to do.

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darlingofvalyria · 8 months

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As lovers, you and Aegon were the best. As exes, you and him might be the actual worst. But he can't help himself, and you're powerless to your own desires. A Halloween Party, more than hard liquor, and glances that attempts to stifle stares of want— everything comes to a catalyst.

╰┈➤ PROMPTS ❝ INTOXICATED, DOM/SUB DYNAMICS ❞

[ +18 MDNI ] [ 2,359 ] [ masterlist ] | Modern!AU Aegon Targaryen II x F!Reader

contains— smut, angsty - exes to lovers, frat parties, college au!, possessive, cheating (not you or aeg), intoxication - messy sex for the messy exes, sorta toxic if you squint - petnames: sweet angel, sweet girl, sweetheart - mention of drug usage, slight hint addiction - nsfw: fingering, overstimulation, marking, dubcon + enthusiastic agreement, degradation, praise kink, dom!aeg— dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink if you squint, creampie - no betas.

a/n— hopefully this works for the request! it's a little... sadder and smuttier, but hey! ahahah! this is why i don't do daily kinktober. as an overwriter, it's just not possible to be quick jsdhjsh. comment, reblog & like at will, mi luvs, mwa!

It starts with, "Don't look, it's your ex."

And you pause. You freeze. You physically feel the adrenaline course through each and which way vein in your system, finding the end of your epidermis and hairline. It's a lot and you still have yet to land your eyes on him. The punch you've been offered not long ago that's slowly been condensing between your fingers register in your brain as cold, a drink, alcoholic— that you toss your head back and chug.

You sputter and choke afterward, your friend slamming her hand on your back in sympathy. "F-fuck. That's gross."

"Dude," she nervously giggles. "I don't think you were supposed to throat shot that."

"It tastes chemical, like chugging a nuclear reactor. I don't recommend it either." You exchange each hand to wipe the wetness on your skirt and holding your glass, trying to settle your nerves. "Where is he?"

"Got waylaid by two frat brothers, Dumb and Dumber, I think... think he's chatting up— yep, Frat President, with... an Olsen Twin on his lap. Fuck. I'm sorry, bestie."

You try to laugh but it comes out strangled. Because of course. Aegon is a pretty comet who streaks by, just as pretty and just as infrequent, coming to pass like a godly miracle and people just devours him.

Because he's Aegon, always the shiniest star, the bestest friend, somehow everyone's first something. First kiss, first messy hookup, first 'and he did this thing with his tongue, oh my gods, I saw five stars and the moon!', etcetera.

You aren't his first love and you sure as shit aren't going to be his first heartbreak. You wonder how many heartbreaks it'll be tonight; there's a running tally of three heartbreaks within one party, a fantastical rumour, a proud, mysogynistic chidding between male friends— before you got together with him, before your sphere ever clashed with Aegon Targaryen when he too was just a comet to you, a moon, an asteroid— always on orbit but always outside, unknown to the taste of his lips when he giggles between kisses, nor the pretty sighs when your fingers find the bulge in his pants.

Fuck. You're getting teary and you're in your first Halloween party since breaking up with Aegon. You got dressed up and had gotten your makeup done by your more creative friend.

You need to stop wasting emotions and cruelly painful thoughts for the star haired boy.

"Fuck it. Where's the hard drugs?"

Your friend snorts. "I'm not letting you do hard drugs. I am going to do very nice grass with you from very nice people on the sofa already hallucinating."

"Fine. But we're doing shots."

Aegon didn't see you the first time he arrived, but he will always, always find you in a crowd.

It's your laughter that triggers it this time, a sound embedded in his bones that he turns like a dog at the sound, as if finding his master. And then you're there, loose and happy, his heart stuttering at the pure joy and fun in your face, in your body, as you swayed slightly the beat, holding a freshly emptied shot glass.

He swallows. Fuck. You're still so pretty.

Your makeup is done sharper, your lips glossy and bright— a cherry red. His mouth watering when you pout dramatically at your friend, the pulsing lights caressing every dip and bow, every curve and edge of you. Your hair is loose, framing your face with a fake, paper halo over your head that sparkles in glitter, matching the body glitter across your shoulders and collarbones, even the peeks of your thighs under the white, silk dress that, with a jump in his throat, has his cock standing at attention.

He knows that dress.

He remembers the ghostly echoes of the lace detailing atop your chest, how it feels under his palms when he skates his hand over to squeeze your tits, the feel of the silk against his stomach when you lean over his body as your pussy flutters, clenching, while you roll and grind against him, trying to find pleasure—

"Fucking hell," he downs the punchy, mysterious liquid that's just straight vodka with rum, soda and strawberry syrup (absolutely disgusting but good enough for college students on a Friday), because he's fucking hard, and you're just there, oblivious, dancing, looking gorgeous, and his heart is aching. You're everything he's ever want, desired and should have kept better care for— fuck all the arguments, all the fights, all the stupid little reasons that he can't remember anymore why you two broke up —

And his stare is heated, penetrative, because the next thing he knows you're looking back at him. A thread of swallowing gaze, of empty thought but the baseborn sound of a Halloween party and two people who can't look away. Their past is twisted between them, their future uncertain, but their present is here and the want is certain.

The shared heat is gone when a hand is on his shoulder and he is forcibly turned. Qoren Martell shakes his head, lips turned down.

"No, dude. That's a bad idea."

And Aegon smirks because that's what's expected of him. His fingers tingle as he clench and unclench them. He can't be seen mooning over an ex.

"Not if she wants it."

It's a douchebag reply, an Aegon Second of His Name reply, but Qoren knows him better than that, even Jason who's not even looking at him, staring at Solana who was grinding against some frat bro from Beta Theta while staring directly at him.

Aegon snorts when Qoren smacks Jason's head.

"So that's why you didn't bring Johanna, you fucker." Aegon takes another beer, itching for the paraphernalia hot in his pocket. You've turned away and the itch is back, low but steady.

Jason shrugs. "I don't know what you mean."

"I am not babysitting both of you, motherfucks," Qoren mutters. "You're both responsible of your mistakes tonight I'm meeting Somi tomorrow and neither of you messy fuckers are going to ruin that for me, alright?" With that, he slaps a hand on both of their backs, making Jason curse as his beer spills.

When Aegon watches Qoren leave, he turns back to you and see you're already staring, irises too wide, full lips slightly open, and the thrum of heat, nice and striking, runs down his body.

He's going to fuck you. Or you're going to fuck him. It's set in stone, written in fate's ink. When you move away, his stare hooked on you, he smirks the moment you turn back to see if he's still watching, starving, and cocking your head as if asking,

Not going to follow?

But of course he does, it's you and him.

It doesn't start with a kiss. It's a hungry stare meeting in a bathroom mirror spotted by dry water, and he knows what you need, taking your hair in his hand as he stands beside you, tugging you toward him as a gasp leaves your lips, your hands winding to his hips, anchoring yourself.

"How much have you had?" he asks, moving his hand to your neck, stroking the edge of your jaw, watching your wet lashes and licking lips. "Come on, sweet angel." His other hand moves to the edge of your white silk, running his nails across your thighs.

"Does it matter? I want you." A breathy whimper leaves your lips as his mouth latches on your neck, tugging your hair to the side to start sucking bruises as his hand finds your panties and a groan rips out of him.

"You're this wet, sweet angel? All for me?"

"I was grinding on, hhh— Jon, don't flatter your—" You yelp, a sounding slap on your wet cunt and your wetness clings to his hand. You squirm in his hold, but he tightens, cupping your centre with his thick hand.

"This is my pussy," he hums sweetly, cheekily, but you know better. Aegon got sweeter when he was jealous. He smiled brighter when he got angry. He goaded when he hears warning in someone's voice. Daring them. Daring you. "How fucking dare you let someone— Snow, that creepy, depressed asshole, really, sweetheart? — my pussy?"

A flash of heat in your eyes meets his mullish blue gaze. Heat and hurt. "We've broken up, Aeg. You don't get to own me."

His heart thrums, head swimming— but not much as yours. You don't do drugs as hard as him, and you've been hitting something tonight. Your irises are wider, blacker even when you're turned on. You kept wetting your lips even as slick already covers your gloss. With a hum, he thrusts two of his fingers inside without preamble and you keen, arching against him as he kept a steady, fast pace, using the meat of his palm every few chuckles to rub your clit until your leg shakes.

"F-fuck, fuck, Aeg—" Your hands hold onto him for dear life as you feel your orgasm tide but he doesn't let up, continues his humming with his fingers, his mouth sucking your neck until you feel slobbered through the haze, until it starts to hurt with your overstimulation, forming bruises continually sucked on— and you cum again, too fast and too painful the second time. Pushed rather than pulled into the peak and he coos as he slows once you start crying out, tears in your eyes, mouth agape, patting your pussy and even you can hear the squelch.

His last pat is more of a slap, making you jolt and wail.

He smiles as he meets your watery gaze in the mirror, leaning back against the tiled wall to pull your skirt up, bracing you against his knee so you can see your wet and abused fluffy folds.

"What'd I tell you, darling? This is mine. Even she recognises me when you couldn't. For being an angel, you sure do got a mean streak."

You sniffle, nodding along in your hazy mind. "S-sorry. I'm sorry, Aeg."

"Aw, it's okay, only hurt my heart a little." He gives you a sweet peck on the cheek, fingers running down the wet path of freshly forming bruises on your neck. "I've missed you s'all."

"Me too. I-I've missed you too, baby," you say, eyes burning as you blink at the sincerity, smile turning a little softer, more real. "Wanna feel you."

"You already did, sweets, you did well too. How many special grass have you had?"

"Just okay." You twist in his hold, his knee straightening as you turn to him with your hands on his chest, looking up, pouting. "But I want you."

His cock throbs and you feel it against your thigh, but his face remains neutral, tinged with amusement as if he doesn't want to hoist you and fuck you into oblivion.

"It seems such the angel has forgotten her manners." He presses his thumb against your lip until he pushes it deeper, pressing it against your tongue before letting you suck on it, lashes fluttering.

"That's not what we say when want something. Use your words properly, baby," he mock, heat sizzling inside you, cunt throbbing. Though pleasing him has always been how your dynamic works, enjoying the way your mind blanks, filled only with the desire to be his sweet girl, his good girl while he relishes in dominating you.

Physically manhandling you was one thing, puppeteering your wants to mould his was another.

Loss of control was a soft tissue in Aegon's armour. And though you had gotten close, he had never opened up that part of him.

It was one of the reasons you broke up.

Your intoxicated-addled mind comprehends that, to a level, this is bad, but b, he's close, distracting you with his presence, his thumb on your mouth a familiar action, and you never get just one orgasm from Aegon so it doesn't linger long. The thought vanishes like a salt-licked ghost from a too recent past before you're holding on his hand and you're smiling sweetly.

"I want you to feel good too, Aeg," you whisper. "I want your cock inside me."

And he smiles— won, lost, who knows anymore. "There she is."

The next events are truly hazy. All you can remember is that he's close, closer than he's been in months, in you and stuck to you, snapping his hips against yours while your legs are up and jelly, bunched up in his arms while you hold strong against the wall.

The world is mush of thought, tongue, and messy kisses that are more spit and moan between your familiar, favourite cock driving into you again and again. A steady, almost sweetly, rock of his hips driving into that spongy, hard part of you that makes your toes curl and the pleasure to overwhelm. There's sweat and there are tender presses of his lips on your face when you both calm down, almost too sweetly, too needy for the Aegon that you know.

But every time you're about to come down from that high, he's rocking into you again, squeezing your thighs, your tits, using the mess of your cum and his to rub against your clit, and you're gone again.

The pleasure, driven again and again, wipes your memory of the more tender words he murmurs against your skin.

"L-love you so much, baby, god, you don't know how much I've missed you."

"You cumming again? T-that's a good girl, so sweet f'me, fuck, so good."

You don't know how you got to the room the morning, but you're dry and clean and the morning is stale but not head pounding. And you wake up alone, no trace of Aegon at all.

If it wasn't for the trail of bruised kisses against your throat, the throbbing between your legs, full of shared cum when you dip a finger in— you could've said he was nothing more than a ghost of the past, a pretty little dream.

Hooking up with your ex ends with a toughened heart, too empty to cry as you read a message from him.

BLOCK HIM: i'm sorry.

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ackerfics · 2 years

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your friend group finds it so funny every time they send you a random picture of them because eren always looks like a model fresh out of a magazine in every single one. well, he has the looks for it but we're talking about his poses. while the others simply smile with peace signs here and there (connie throws an occasional backward finger heart for something quirky), eren acts like he's on a photo shoot; hand through his hair, chin slightly lifted, eyes hooded, and tongue peeking out from the corner of his lips. all of them have an inkling as to why he does this but they choose not to voice it out. it all comes down to the reason why the picture is taken.

the first time this happened, mikasa and armin stared at him before taking the picture.

mikasa took out her phone from her tote bag. "guys, lean over the table."

eren looked up from liking your tweet about studying for the entire day to stare at mikasa, who was flipping the camera so that the three of them fit on her screen. "why?" he asked.

mikasa flicked her head as a way to tidy her hair. "i wanna take a picture."

"sure," armin straightened his clothes and leaned over the table so he could be seen from behind mikasa. he spotted eren staying still on his seat. "you don't want to be in the picture, eren?"

eren typed something on his phone. "nah, you guys have fun taking photos."

"this is for [name]," came mikasa's response.

eren opened another button on his black button-down shirt, giving way to another view of his bare chest and the daisy necklace he borrowed from you (saying that it looks pretty). he then ruffled his hair, messing his man-bun and causing thin strands of hair to cover his eyes. he didn't say anything, staring into the front camera of mikasa's phone, and completely missing the silent exchange of exasperated looks between his two best friends. "why's it taking so long?"

mikasa inwardly smiled. "oh, sorry." it sounded like she wasn't sorry at all. after taking the picture, she hastily typed on her phone. "and sent. [nickname] wanted to ask where we're eating. conveniently, we're sitting under the sign." she glanced at eren. "you didn't have to flash your chest, eren. it's only for [nickname]."

it continues that way during your entire stay at university. if you can't make it to your friend group's hang-outs, one of your closest friends sends a picture to you to make you feel less alone during your study sessions and eren is just posing in the corner. you can't deny that he looks amazing, with your fingers zooming on him out of your control. yet you stay clueless because you always thought that eren takes extra care of his appearance on photos, given the fact that some of your friends post them on any social media platform known to mankind. well, you don't know eren that much, unlike the others. you've only known him in your second semester of freshman year since you two share a gen ed class. it was mikasa who introduced you to everyone else, having shared a dorm room with her and now an apartment near campus.

so, you don't pay attention to how weird eren is at photo-taking. you don't even mind that when you're in the group photo, he's always beside you, an arm around your shoulders or candidly looking down at you while the timer stops ticking and the picture is finally taken.

and it's perfectly fine with eren. it's just his way of letting you know that he's thinking of you way differently from the others. it's only a matter of time before you eventually realize it because he's so obvious with it; you're just looking past it for fear of having too many assumptions that could be false. by that time you do realize, he won't have to hide behind subtle actions that always have your friend group laughing or shaking their heads.

#— rory's passages 🌼#serotonin boost (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*。#it's so obvious that this is inspired by those tiktoks of being extra when knowing who's the picture for :>>#ngl i had fun with this #forgive me for this short ass attempt of being slightly back here mwehehe #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #eren yeager #eren attack on titan #eren x reader #eren x you #eren x y/n #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x y/n #eren fluff

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hyunsvngs · 3 months

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tw porn link !

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YEPPPP! the visual of cute soft cock bouncing... yammy

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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beeholyshit · 3 months

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#(🌼) *⁠.⁠✧ — Magnolia #(🧪🦎)*⁠.♡ —⁠ Luchinolia #(♡) ｡⁠.ﾟ—⁠ Luchino Diruse #I was weak #antonio play the sad hamster song on your violin for me #nobody look at me #🖍️ —⁠ Silly doodles

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elon-btch · 7 months

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some drawings I made in my free time:

Honey bunny

Lola x Honey

Penelope Pussycat

CW: OC X CANON

And, Ellie!

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cafe-mouse · 22 days

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baby brothers Almondbutter and Cookiedough 💛

#Almondbutter🌰🍂#Cookiedough🍪🌼#beanie bellies #beanie babies #beanie baby #soft toys #my plushies #plushies #ty beanie babies #i dont think ive ever gotten a *new* beanie baby before actually except a little tutu mouse keychain a few years ago #*new* as in when they started adding the silly eyeballs. big ol sparkley ones. i personally dont like them usually #but i love these guys a ton. the design even with the big glittery bug eyes is very cute ♡ and they got the beans. both kinds #stuffed animals #wild cats #big cats

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park-hyungsik · 1 year

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yugyeom: 😏/😄/😁 me: **melts**

YUGYEOM in OOOWEE prod. by F.HERO ft. Twopee Southside

#got7 #got7edit #got7daily #yugyeom #kim yugyeom #jia:got7 #jia♡yugyeom #🌼

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sunnydice · 6 months

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huriel/gamble/quackity yeahyeah get c!introjected idiot. lea me alone

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c!clingy apologist, c!schlatt defender and KISSER, c!sam understander. i actually understand everything in the world as well like additionally cuz my ass is big enough to bare the weight of this third eye.

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• i am not good with replies smtimes :'[ i adore dms i love talking to people but i don't often have the energy to keep up with things so please don't take it personally 🙏 you are my beloved pals

• c/qtntduo hater SORRY LOL. also number 1 cdrm despiser they should've killed him with hammers i'll tell you that much. tags are #tnt neg and #cdrm neg so things can be avoided but know my stance

• jic this needs to be made clearer, i enjoy mcrp Characters seperate from any Real Life ccs. i don't know these people.

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Jokes on you, I, too, still think of dad!akaashi and his stupid friends who conspire against him with their precious niece 👀❤️

Emmy, they are all menaces! Akaashi is going THROUGH IT when it comes to available babysitters.Bokuto is a clumsy gigant, Konoha is a enabler that pimps out his kid and Yukie...well, she's mostly harmless when there's no tea party involved.

(There was an incident where baby Akaashi naively offered the cookie platter to Yukie thinking she'd do the same thing daddy does when hes invited to the tea parties, munch on it slowly, as a well-mannered noble. Instead, Yukie inhaled all the cookies like a starving angry dragon. It was a whole thing and baby Akaashi now refrains from inviting her for tea time)

The heavens finally open up for Akaashi Keiji when, after having to bring his baby along to work with him, they stop to have lunch at his favorite onigiri shop. And lo and behold, the Onigiri man himself is at the counter with a baby propped on his hip too (hello, baby tsumu is the #1 helper of Onigiri Miya. She gets her own employee of the month plaque and all.)

Anyway, baby Miya and baby Akaashi become friends really quickly during Keiji's lunch time, which is kind of a nice surprise to Osamu (look that girl's father is Atsumu, no way that Samu isn't gonna worry about his niece's socialization skills!). When its time to bid their goodbyes, both men feel their hearts breaking at the sight of teary eyed babies hugging each other, so Osamu asks Akaashi to let his baby stay for the rest of the day, this way the way the girls can enjoy each others conpany a little more. Osamu assures him, that since his brother had a emergency that required Osamu's last minute babysitting service, he's not really doing much work for that day anyway, just supervising staff & going over a few things in his office — where baby Miya has her own desk, with crayons, stickers, and books full of pictures to color, and she's excited to share with her new friend! And because this much better than what Keiji gets with his own babysitters back in Tokyo, he agrees.

At the end of the day, Akaashi stops by a closed onigiri miya to pick up his baby, and when Osamu leads him to the office in back of the shop, Keiji is greeted by the loveliest sight. On a small couch Osamu keeps in the corner of the office, the two girls ar4 fast asleep next to each other, sharing a blanket and holding hands, and Keiji notices how they have matching nail polish.

This is the most peaceful Keiji ever felt after a babysitting service, and he can't even begin to thank Osamu enough, but he will at least try to convey his gratitude. Is not untill he turns arounds to speak Osamu, that he fully takes in the state the man is in. There is glitter stickers glued all over his face, crooked attemps at braids poking out of his black baseball cap and... is that blue eyshadow under his left eyebrow?

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New addiction

A/N: Things I like about Mikey: His two best friends (Draken and Mitsuya) and His older brother. Why simp for the shrimp when you can simp for the much hotter, smarter and more mentally stable big brother?

Character: S.Shinichiro x G! n reader Genre: Angst to Fluffiest fluff ever Warnings: smoking, manga spoilers

Song recommendation: Strawberries and Cigarettes by Troye Sivan

Tokyo 卍 Revengers (東京卍リベンジャーズ)

Shinichiro Sano never thought that he would grow up to be a chain-smoker. His hazy eyes flickered between the lights of his shop and the unlit cigarrete.

He grew up while nursing Manjirou and Emma, selflessly, thinking that he never had a childhood of his own. Acting as an only family to Izana Kurokawa and running a bike shop and a gang.

Shinichiro Sano never had time for himself, yet wondered if he had done something wrong in raising Manjirou. What in the actual world was that boy thinking when he attacked Haruchiyo? To think he would simply...rip open the sides of his mouth, all for a toy.

He could have asked him to get a new one. The maniacal look on his face when he ordered Haru to smile with his mouth ripped open. To think a mere child of both more than 7 years...

Shinichiro took a shaky breath a ran a hand on his face, distressed.

You rolled open the shutter of the garage, "Shin?"

Almost tripping on one of the petrol bottles, you make your way to the boy and sat beside him.

"Wakasa told me you were here," you replied. He hummed

Your eyebrows scrunched and you took the unlit death sick from his hand.

"Stop smoking when you are stressed, think of some healthy coping mechanisms."

He sighed and leaned his head back on the wall, "did Waka tell you?"

You nodded and leaned your head back too.

"Y'know you should take help from a professional for Mikey, its not child's play anymore."

He chuckled ironically and closed his eyes, "must've done something wrong in raising that brat."

"Shin," you kept a hand on his shoulder and looked at him with sincerity," you have done the best for your siblings, be it Mikey, Emma or Izana."

"Doubt so," he whimpered, draping an arm on his eyes, "have a lighter?"

"Yeah, but I told you already, no smoking."

"Just one, come on," he bargained.

You sighed and leaned your head on his shoulder which caused him to tense, "no Shinichiro, you gotta take care of yourself, if you die of lung cancer who will look after those three?"

"Just because I need to look after those three?" he asked staring at you questioningly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean..." he gulped not looking away, "does me being safe only matter because I have to take care of them?"

You felt yourself flush at the question, finally understanding what he implied.

"No...it m..matters to Wakasa, Benekei, Takeomi and well me too," you tried to say it as nonchalantly as possible.

"Mhmm..." he chuckled.

"Shin, I have an idea!" you declared happily while looking at him, "what if whenever you feel the need to smoke, you don't smoke, but rather just put an unlit cigar in your mouth?"

"How is that going to help?"

"It works kind of like a metaphor, you are putting the killing thing in your mouth, but not giving it the power to kill you."

Shinichiro just blinked at you for a second," that...was poetic."

"I know right! And then later maybe we can substitute the cigar with candy and until it stops completely... how does that sound?"

"Tried leaving once...suffered from extreme withdrawal."

You hummed and thought for a second," what if, you make a promise to yourself. For example, if you don't smoke for a month, we will treat you to a barbeque?"

"Sounds nice, but once a month is too long."

"True...then you tell me, what do you want?"

"How about...we have a little game?" he smirked mischievously.

"And that would be?"

"For every day, on the first week I don't smoke, I get forehead kisses. The second week, I get kisses on my hand. Third week and fourth-week cheek kisses and at the end of the month, I get proper, fell fledged kiss?"

You made a noise that had to be a mix between 'What the hell' and 'Why are you so smooth?' which sounded to be just a choking sound.

"Deal?" he asked.

"Will it get you to stop smoking?" you sighed.

"One hundred percent."

"Fine..." you whispered and he tapped on his forehead.

"It's not the end of the day," you said weakly.

"Look outside," he pointed at the night etched window.

You gasped in surprise, it had been so long already?

Shinichiro snapped his fingers and drew your attention to him, "gimme my kissey" he fake pouted.

You smiled and gave him a kiss on his forehead.

"You are such a brat," you whispered.

"Learnt that from Mikey."

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Tokyo 卍 Revengers (東京卍リベンジャーズ)

I literally had nothing in my mind when I wrote this. I was like: Hmm gotta write from Shinichiro. Das it.

This is so badly written, bye.

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ackerfics · 2 years

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levi swears he doesn't like you.

there's no way that the tickling done by the butterflies in his rib cage, the flaming of his cheeks, the clamminess of his palms, and the muddled thoughts rampaging in his head are all because of you. but why are they sparked only when you're around?

he's had his fair share of relationships here and there throughout the three years he's in university, ones that didn't last because of his aloof (almost indifferent) nature, which earned him teasing remarks from hange that he's the resident heartbreaker (who always receives a hard punch in the arm or a slap in the back of the head for bringing up his failed romances). these relationships mostly started since as much as he's a snarky individual who likes to sip his coffee bitter or enjoys a warm cup of tea at two in the morning, he's not the type to say no to those who profess their feelings for him. it might be a jerky move but it's only now that he starts to realize that he is that kind of asshole boyfriend who drives their partner insane by being apathetic. (at least he's come to that realization. kudos to him.)

which is why he can't begin to explain the emotions you're stirring in him.

you're someone he's only introduced to when erwin appeared with you by his side while he was waiting for the blond during one busy lunchtime in junior year.

then came the first inexplicable thing. he couldn't take his eyes off you. while erwin was babbling about how you were a close friend of his since sophomore year, levi seemed to have fixated his glaring eyes on you. he watched as you graced him with a blinding smile that had him squinting a little bit. to any outsider, levi looked like he was planning on so many ways how to murder you on the spot. however, the truth was clear; you captured his attention. because of the way you talked during that time? you were captivating as you relayed to erwin about having to defend an otherworldly topic in a mock trial. the way you fabricated your words made you golden in his eyes. even as erwin threw him questioning glances, you're the subject of his reel. not to mention, you were so fucking nice to look at.

the first inexplicable thing becomes the second, then the third, and a fourth. they just keep piling up until levi loses all sense of reason and blocks them out because they're distracting him. the nature of your relationship with him never changes, seeing as you don't have a foundation, to begin with, except for the occasional meet-ups with your mutual friend (plus hange and mike). but there's a part of him that craves being near you. it has come to the point that he's in this stage of denial, which always ends up with him lingering at your photos in his instagram timeline or mentally pointing out things that you might like while he's roaming around the university town. sometimes, he finds himself opening your contact info, making up a message in his mind, only to click his tongue in aggravation.

but this storm cloud of his morph into something ethereal when he passes by your apartment in the university town in senior year.

it's an early class for him so here he is, walking in his chosen outfit while occasionally sipping on his tall cup of black tea. for some reason, his eyes linger on the glass windows of your apartment. you're staying in this cozy residence in the uni town, a nice deal you got since your space is also on the building's second floor. while levi is lost in his thoughts, you suddenly open one of the sliding windows. his eyelashes flutter in mild surprise, heart pattering at a rapid pace. it only intensifies when you catch him looking at you like an idiot.

you smile that fucking smile of yours that has his cheeks flaring with heat.

you perk up and gesture for him to wait. now, he looks like an idiot standing in front of this apartment building. he discreetly looks around the still-empty street, eyes narrowing at one student who stares at him from the resto across the street. the poor person looks away for fear of him and waits for his breakfast to be served.

levi looks up once you re-emerge from the window. you're carrying your black scottish fold cat until the feline is snug under your chin. you named the little fella vi after hange pointed out that the cat looked a lot like levi, both having that judgmental look in their eyes. the cat is staring down at him with the same hooded pair of eyes. but all he stares at is you. you who lifts an adorable cat paw in the air, making the cat wave at him despite the cat's displeasure.

the smile is still on your face as you mouth, "vi is saying hi," to him.

even though you're not by the window anymore, levi still stands like an idiot in front of your apartment building, hand covering the bottom half of his face and eyes wide and unfocused.

levi swears he doesn't like you.

because he's now starting to believe that he's fucking falling in this ocean named solely after you.

#— rory's passages 🌼#serotonin boost (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*。#the cat scene is inspired by a manga panel i saw on twt :>>#aot x reader #aot x y/n #aot x you #levi attack on titan #attack on titan imagines #attack on titan #levi x reader #levi x you #levi x y/n #levi ackerman x y/n #levi fluff #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x reader

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