#i wanna talk abt my build a little cause i love it so much

[zincbot]

dnd was cancelled tonight so i played a solo game of You Died

HIGHLY recommend. it was incredibly fun. I've always wanted to play dark souls, but my slow reaction time and lack of hand-eye-coordination held me back. I now feel like I have that experience.

[welcometogrouchland]

Strategizing my silly show rewatches to see what will produce The Most Emotion in me. And then soundly debating on whether or not that's actually a good idea

[mcondance]

other side of the game; hobie brown

summary // hobie swings by when you’re cleaning your room, and you know exactly what he wants.

cw // dubcon-ish (you say stuff akin to no but like.. you want it. it’s just a game you n hobie play), they talk a lot of shit, missionary

extras // you and hobie r Black so i don't wanna hear anything abt the grammar i used! "it's supposed to be doesn't" kill yourself idc, the song has. nothing to do with what happens in this fic btw it just.. it makes sense when you read it and it helped me write

wc // 2.6k

song shoutouts // special thanks to other side of the game by erykah badu and i get lonely by janet jackson

signing off // thank you to poetnon for this idea i hope you like this <3

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you know the second you hear the knocks at your window that you won't be getting anything else done today. he does this every fucking time.

walking across your room, you unlock the window for your boyfriend, eyes meeting his as you psyche yourself up for what you know is coming.

you return your attention to your desk, and with your back turned to him, you hear him slide his lanky body through the frame, landing softly on your carpeted floor.

"you busy?" he muses pointlessly, already shrugging his jacket off and reaching down to untie his boots. player one, ready?

"yeah," you hum pointlessly too, hands fiddling with the trinkets on your desk. maybe if you don't look at him, you won't cave. player two, ready?

"what you up to?" his voice grows closer. you close your eyes, breathing deep and slow to try to build your resolve, but you can hear him inching towards you, the clinging of his belts giving his movements away.

"cleanin' my room." you spin around, figuring you'd face your doom instead. his shoes are off now, placed up against the wall under your window. and now the game has started.

"mhm. well don't let me stop you," he smiles, and you wish you could say that it didn't put another dent in your already rusty resolve, but it does. with shaking hands crossed in front of you, you push yourself up and away from your desk and move across your room to your pile of clothes, folding shit hastily, already so fucking nervous.

he takes your place leaning against your desk and scans your room, taking in how much you’ve already gotten done. it makes him feel a little less bad about what he’s going to do. “looks good already. how long you been cleanin’?”

“since like, 10.”

“mhm. ‘s 2:24 now. think you’re ready for a break?” you snap your head towards him, rolling your eyes and screwing your lips up at the implications of his words.

“not the kinda break you’re talking about,” you sneer, rolling your eyes again as you return your focus to the meaningless pile of clothes.

“and what kinda break is that?”

“the kinda break when you end up inside me. i don’t have time for it.” you don’t face him as you speak. you can’t. if you do, it’s all over. you don’t want it to end just yet. it’s fun. it always is.

“what, you think ‘m just tryna get in your pants? i jus’ think my girl should have a little rest, yeah?” at his words you drop the shirt in your hand, switching gears to organize your nightstand instead.

“you’re lying. you always do this.”

“do what?”

“this. you come here and sweet talk me and the next thing i know i’m under you and my room doesn’t get cleaned. i’m not doing this today.”

he’s silent— your brain isn’t. you know it’s only a matter of time until he’s doing exactly what he’s doing now.. wrapping his slim fingers around your waist and pulling you back onto him.

speaking directly against your ear, he finally comes out with what he wants. “take a break, baby, lemme make you feel good." his lips meet your neck, ghosting over your heated skin.

"can't, hobes, i gotta clean up,” you whine, but it's futile at this point, cause you're already leaning back onto him, already tilting your neck to the side to give him more access, already dropping the half-empty water bottle in your hand.

"you sure, love? y'can clean up after we're done, hm? i'll help you.” he sounds earnest, like he really cares. you shake your head no, but you let him pull you away from your desk and turn you around. "gotta clean," you repeat, but you let him push you down onto your ruffled sheets.

"then clean." he’s standing over you now with his hands tucked into his pockets, and he motions towards the pile of clothes with his head, knowing eyes fixed on your frame sprawled out on your bed. from here, the light frames him perfectly, and he looks so damn pretty. maybe you'll blame what you do next on that. doesn't matter now, though. eyes meeting, you both know you're not getting up— seconds pass with you both staring, a silent confirmation, and hobie knows your answer.

shrugging, he leans down with his hands still in his pockets, placing a damning kiss on your lips, murmuring "gave you a chance, baby. knew you didn't give a fuck about cleanin'." and he's right, embarrassingly so, so you roll your eyes, channeling your faux-frustration into a rough kiss, curling your hands under the straps of his t-shirt.

he falls forward, hands flying from his pockets to balance himself on top of you. smiling against your lips, he speaks again, “see. . you want it. you’re desperate.”

his hips start to rock against yours, stacked belts clinging against your dangling legs. hands finding the side of his face, you huff at his irritating need to almost shame you, to show for some made-up record that no matter how much you turn him down, you want him. you need him.

so you push your hips against his, humming at the groan that flies from his lips. tapping your thigh, he ushers you up the bed, your bodies turning until your head is laid on your pillows.

he reaches down between you two, sliding your shorts to the side to rub his fingers against your already sloppy cunt, smiling when he feels and sees how wet you are. “cleaning my ass,” he jokes, kissing you before you can get upset again.

sliding his fingers up, he brushes the pads of them over your sensitive clit, swallowing the pretty moans that start to flow from your spit-slicked lips. hobie knows you like the back of his hand, knows just how much pressure you need, how tight his circles have to be, knows how to make you cum hard, and cum fast.

it’s always like this when he comes by with the goal to distract you— you always end up under him with whatever you have on pushed hastily to the side, fully clothed and his hand between your legs, shaking arms wrapped around his neck. it’s desperate, really, both your need to get off.

though you try to remain steadfast, try to act like you don’t want this, the way your hips move against his hand gives you away. “did all that sayin’ ‘no’, bu’ look.” he points his eyes down, towards where his hand is hovering above your cunt, fingers glistening.

“‘course ‘m wet, don’t mean shit.”

“it don’t? that’s wild, love,” he slides two fingers in without warning and presses his thumb against your clit before he starts his circles again, other hand moving to hold you in place when you thrash against him, “cause last time i had t’almost beg. ‘n the time before that, i did beg.”

you know what he’s trying to say, and it makes heat rise in your face and makes your eyes close, cause you can’t face him. no matter, though, cause he grabs your face, spits, “open your eyes. look a’me.”

you open your eyes and meet his low ones, ones that are always black with lust, ones that bore straight through you and make you feel so small and dirty underneath their gaze. he nods at your obedience, and then his fingers catch that spot inside you, and the licks of flame inside you morph into something like a fire, lighting you up with pleasure. you’re close, so close.

“you’re gettin’ easier, baby. act all you want, you’re desperate.” that sends you over the edge, and it’s embarrassing. it’s filthy, how he just has to talk to you a little mean and you’re cumming on his fingers, shaking as you choked out sobs of his name, like you weren’t just telling him to leave you alone 10 minutes ago.

before you even come down he’s kissing you, pulling your shirt up to free your tits.

"fuck you." you spew as you separate, but you still pull him closer, position him where his clothed dick rubs right against your cunt, kept away by the fabric of his sweats and your shorts that have almost rolled back into place.

"you will, in a second," he bites back, a wicked smile plastered across his ethereal features— features that are driving you fucking insane.

you’ve grown sick of his mouth— fisting his hair, you yank hard, drawing a pained moan from him and another drag of his cock against you. “you keep talking all this shit, but you’re the one who came up to my window looking for some ass. i don’t wanna hear it.”

“yeah? and you’re the one who kept going on about havin’ to clean your room, but i got you in bed so easy. we’re both fucked.”

and it’s true. the statement grounds both of you, and you both realize just where you are— inches apart, seconds away from what you both want. snapping out of it at the same time, your hands tangle together as you reach for each other’s bottoms, you freeing his pretty dick and him ripping your shorts right down the middle.

you laugh at his haste, his deep chuckles mixing with your giggles, foreheads meeting as you both calm down after your frenzy.

“‘m sorry. still forget how strong i am.”

“‘s fine. just fuck me already.”

“ehhh,” hand around his cock, sliding his tip up and down your waiting cunt, he teases once more, “y’sure you don’ wanna clean? room’s still a bit messy.”

“hobie, i swear to god, if you do not put it in me now i will pin you down and take it.” reading your eyes, he can tell you’re dead serious.

“‘s much as i’d love that,” he slides in with a pretty groan, and you wrap your arms around his neck with a throaty whine, “i want you like this.” pushing his hips up, he seats himself inside you.

breathing heavy, you both just take a second to calm down, to bask in the feeling of being intertwined with your lover again, no matter how annoying they can be. with closed eyes, you throw your head back, resting on your pillows. hobie takes that as a sign to spread kisses down your jaw, grinning when you smile.

“move,” you breathe, shifting your hips to give him better access.

that first stroke always drives you both crazy. the slow pull out, faces contorting in pleasure, bodies getting closer and closer until the next best thing is merging together again, you pushing down and him pushing up and then his cock takes its rightful place inside you, sensitive tip leaking against your cervix.

“‘m all the way in, love, can feel the end of you,” he murmurs against your neck, and you nod, curling your arms tighter around his neck. then, he just grinds, circles his hips, just barely pulling out.

it’s perfect, the way your bodies move against each other, giving and receiving pleasure at the end of the game you both love playing. with fluttery glides and soft slides, and pitchy whines and deep groans, you dunk yourselves into that familiar pool of feeling, let it fill up your noses and mouths until it’s spilling over, your bodies shaking and jerking against each other.

blissed out of your fucking minds, your lips meet the others, lazy connects of your lips that you can just barely call kisses. they’re slack-jawed and sloppy, spit-swapping, the lewd smacks filling the air, mixing with the harmony of fucked-out sounds.

slowly, hobie starts moving his hips around differently, on a mission now, one that has you tensing up, cause it never takes him long to find it, that sweet spot that has you—

“fuck,” you drawl, throwing your head back, and hobie just smiles and keeps his hips moving that way, keeps his cock kissing that same spot.

"that's it?" he hums.

when you try to articulate what you're feeling, try to tell him "yeah", the words never come. instead, he's raising up to spread your legs and balancing himself above you, switching from slow grinds to deep thrusts that have him pressing against that spot even more now.

now, with him slapping his hips against yours and his thumb on your clit, the sound fills the room, skin against skin. jolting against him, his eyes are still trained on yours, fixed on the furrow of your eyebrows and the o-shape your lips make, focused on how pretty you look when he fucks you.

your choppy moans fill his ears, the background to his barrage of words that fill yours. sentences about how pretty you look, how good you feel, how he just wants to fuck you forever, and then for the second time without warning, you cum again, right when he says something about wanting to keep you fucked and filled, "'s why i keep comin' over, cause i wan' you full of me all the time."

it's gentle, this time, streams of feeling flowing softly through you. hobie makes sure to keep his pace steady through it all, makes sure he prolongs it as long as he can.

when you come down, you're pushing up on his hips with shaking hands, nodding your head and telling him to move. he doesn't waste a second, lifts up and grabs your headboard with one hand to give himself some leverage, his other hand resting on your calf. this time around, he's forgotten all that slow shit.

he rocks his hips hard and fast, jolting you up, and your back rubs against your sheets, your hands fly to your thighs to ground yourself.

"keep 'em open," he slurs, eyes fixed on where he disappears inside you, on the way you cream on his cock, his pretty dick painted white. "watch," he tells you, "she swallow me up so nice." his tone is awe-filled, brown eyes lit up at the visual of you taking him so well.

your eyes roll back in your head, another wave of arousal overtaking you and you can't watch any longer or you'll go crazy, so you watch his face instead. watch his pretty fucking face contort in pleasure, watching his eyebrow piercings dance in the light, watch his sharp jaw clench when you clench around him.

and god, it’s building up again. how could have ever even thought you’d clean up today, when this is so much better. “you gonna cum?” he asks, cause he knows your tells better than you do. you nod shakily, hands gripping onto your thighs so hard you swear you feel your fingers going numb.

“then do it.” it’s an order, really, and you know what he means. hand flying to your clit, you rub messy circles, and hobie moves his hand from your calf to your thigh to keep you open for him. nodding with wild eyes, he watches you make yourself cum, watches your circles became sloppy side-to-side motions while you whine and almost fucking cry, watches your cunt clamp down on him and suck him in “like she don’t wanna let go.”

through the mind-fuck in your head, you hear him groan loud, and then he’s cumming too, gripping your headboard so hard you swear you hear a soft crack, but fuck the headboard, cause hobie looks so pretty when he cums that it don’t even matter.

laughing, blissed out of your minds, hobie lays down on top of you, breathing hard and sweaty as shit, just like you are.

“i really did need to clean my room though, hobie.” you hum, turning your head to face him.

“i wasn’t just tryin’ to get in your pants, love, i was serious about helpin’,” he mumbles against your neck. and he does help. by the time he’s sliding back through your window and kissing you goodbye, your room is perfect.

[ithinkabouttzu]

easy company when they’re jealous?

BoB reaction to being jealous

genre: romance; angst

warnings: kissing; fighting; jealousy

*****Scenerio: A guy flirting with you at the bar*****

Dick Winters: Okay so I think that he would try to be not let it show. He’s very quiet about it, but you could tell that he was getting a little annoyed. And I mean, it takes a lot for him to get jealous, just because he’s just so comfortable in his own relationship and he’s not worried you’ll cheat or do something like that to him. So it’s kind of surprising when he comes to you and tells you that he doesn’t like a certain guy talking to you.

Lewis Nixon: You can tell almost immediately if he’s jealous. The way he’s rolling his eyes, or the snarky jokes he’s making, the way he grabs onto the back of your waist extra tight when he sees anybody making moves towards you. He can be pretty possessive, but it’s only if someone is really trying to flirt with you. It really ticks him off if someone tries flirting with you right in front of him, like the nerve omg.

Carwood Lipton: He gets more disappointed then jealous, even though you don’t realize that you’re being flirted with, he still just wished you could see that that person is totally checking you out. He doesn’t disrupt your conversation though and waits until after you guys are somewhere private to tell you how he didn’t like the way they were talking to you.

Joe Toye: Oh he doesn’t hide it at ALL, he’s going to be mad about it point blank, period. It’s kinda hot though, the way his jaw is fully clenched, and how his eyes are low with anger. He would come up to you and immediately just interrupt the conversation by pulling you into a deep kiss, completely ignoring the guy right in front of you. He gets the idea that you guys are together and walks off afterwards.

Joe Liebgott: He says something to the guy almost immediately. “Will you quit annoying my girl, she doesn’t wanna talk to you” He’d say coldly, taking you away from that creep and into his lap on the other side of the room. He gets so possessive for the rest of the night. His hands on you at all times, constantly kissing and touching you, whispering into your ear how you’re his and only his.

Bill Guarnere: He’s gets angry jealous, like he’s 🤏🏽 close to taking that guy and beating the fuck out of him. Comes up to y’all’s conversation and introduces himself as your boyfriend. “I’m her boyfriend, do you need something?” He’d be so mean about it 😭 just taking you away from that guy, when you ask him why he did it, he’d just reply back, “You’re mine”

George Luz: He gets pouty at first, cause like why are you giving this guy the time and energy? He’s the jealous type and he’s not afraid to show it at all. He’s super petty about it. Like mocking the guy after he said something super cheesy, and getting a slap on the arm in return by you. He gets very touchy though, clinging to your arm the whole time. You have to remind him that you only have eyes for him the rest of the night :(

Bull Randleman: When he sees a guy talking to you, he doesn’t mind at first, he rarely gets jealous and he’s pretty secure in y’all’s relationship. But later that night when that same guy asks you to dance and you say yes, he can feel a hint of anger build up in his chest. He doesn’t want to pull you away from everyone but he hates to see you dance with another man. At the end of the night when you guys head home, he’s quiet but you can tell something’s wrong, you guys talk it out and you make it up to him with some good cuddles.

Eugene Roe: He’s usually more sad then jealous, he feels like you’re almost being pulled away from him when he sees you laughing at some guys horrible attempt at a pick-up line. He keeps it quiet and doesn’t say anything until after you guys leave. Then he tells you how much he loves you, and would hate to see you with anyone else. He’s so cute about it that you end up getting mad at yourself abt it.

Floyd Talbert: He straight up walks up the the guy and tells him to leave you alone. He makes sure not to leave you either, for the rest of the night, he’s on you completely, holding your hand, caressing your body. It kinda turns him on ngl, seeing another boy sulk for you when he can have you all he wants, by the end of the night he wants nothing more than to show you how much you are his.

Skip Muck: He keeps his eyes on you all night, making sure that the guy isn’t getting too out of hand. He’s very subtle about his jealousy and he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable so he just watches you guys closely, until the guy flirting with you starts saying some inappropriate stuff to you, making you uncomfortable. When he hears that he probably goes after the guys, throwing punches before even thinking. Let’s just say you guys have to leave earlier then everyone else 😭

Don Malarkey: If looks could kill, then the guy trying to talk to you would be straight dead. He cannot stand to hear you laugh at anymore of this guys jokes, so he simply takes you away from him, excusing you guys to the bathroom. Where he then tells you how he doesn’t like how that guy was talking to you back there. Followed by a quick make out session bc jealous mal is so hot.

Babe Heffron: Balls his fists up and threatens to go over there and beat him up 💀He doesn’t really know what to do, I mean he doesn’t know whether he should be calm and talk to you about it, or throw his fist at that douchebag. Finally he decides to just walk over to you guys and see what’s being said. “You look really nice tonight, y/n” The guy says, and before you know it, your boyfriend is having to be dragged out of the place for getting into a bar fight.

Shifty Powers: He gets extra quiet when he’s jealous. Like he can’t speak at all, just the thought of another guy stealing you away from him makes him go completely silent. You notice it and ask him what’s wrong, all he can say back is that he loves you and he would hate to see you go with another guy. It’s honestly so heart warming that you feel bad for making him even feel that way.

Frank Perconte: He gets so sassy the whole time, correcting the guy on every little thing he says, making him seem like a total idiot. He also gets pretty handsy. Holding and touching your body almost constantly. He cannot stand to be away from you for the rest of the night.

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Thank you for your request! Sorry for the long wait lovely!! Reblog and like if you enjoyed!! &lt;3

[grazillaa]

NGH I LOVE SAMI YAFFA. teehee srry anyhoo can you write a fic where Sami has a big fat crush on fem reader (who is a guitarist in a punk rock band and is somewhat famous) and he gets the opportunity to meet her and take a photo with her for the paparazzi. And he's all blushy and anxious and eventually after continuously bumping into her throughout the night he asks her out and fem reader says yes and Sami just internally dies from happiness. and maybe a scene where fem reader kisses Sami on the cheek and he just gets so happy and stuff because the girl he's had a crush on just kissed him on the cheek. Sorry if this is badly worded english is not my first language I still have grammar problems

You Think That We Look Pretty Good Together- Sami Yaffa

hiiii ☺️ ur english is perfectly fine! i hope u like this! i adore sami so im happy i get to write abt him (fem reader x sami yaffa)

let’s just say it was some kind of music festival thingy that hanoi and the readers band were playing, and one of the nights there was a little after party for all the acts and that’s where they met.

he was staying close to his band mates even after he saw you from a distance because he’s shy and seeing you there made him even more nervous. michael could tell he was acting even shyer than usual, and he confronts him.

“sami, what’s got you so on edge?” he caught sam’s attention, causing him to jump slightly and retract his focus away from where you were sitting with your own band.

“uh, i’m just… i’m tired.”

“no, what else.” michael scoffed, putting a hand on his shoulder and softening his voice.

“yeah, what’s up with you sami?” nasty intervened. sami tried hard not to give himself away to his band mates, worrying they’d make fun of him or embarrass him by getting your attention and making a big deal out of it. he really did try to refrain from staring at you as much as possible. but you were wearing a quite eye catching dress and he accidentally glanced your way, both michael and nasty quickly understanding what was going on.

“sami! do you have a little crush?” michael raised his eyebrows, sounding surprised. sami swallowed nervously and his face went red. michael chuckled and covered his mouth with his hand. nasty side eyed michael, hitting his shoulder, causing mike to silence himself.

“listen, do you wanna talk to her?” nasty asked seriously, looking into sami’s eyes. he nodded hesitantly. “then just go up to her, ask her her name, compliment her. it’s easy.” nasty reassured him. sami exhaled and nodded, his confidence slowly building up despite his nerves.

“so are you gonna do it?” michael asked. sami looked over in your direction again, making sure you weren’t too busy talking to other people.

“yeah. yeah i will.” michael cheered and nasty gave him an encouraging pat on his shoulder. sami took another deep breath before turning around and walking over to get a drink on the way to where he saw you. he felt like having a cold bottle in hand would help calm him. as he was walking he wondered if he started wondering if he looked alright or if he was walking weirdly. the thoughts vanished along with everything else nasty told him as advice as soon as you looked up at him. his jaw loosened and his eyes widened when he realized he had the spotlight.

“uh, hi.” he almost stuttered. you smiled friendly and returned the greeting. “i’m… sami…” he continued, starting to trail off as he lost confidence and considered turning his ass around and dragging himself back to the rest of his own band.

“hey sami.” you repeated, looking into his eyes that you thought were so pretty by first glance. “i’m y/n. this is my band.” sami looked at the other musicians sitting at your table, repeating your name under his breath.

“hey, you’re in hanoi rocks, aren’t you?” he smiled and nodded. “i’ve seen you guys before when you were in england.” he couldn’t help but smile proudly and chuckle a little and blush.

“this year?”

“yeah, only a few months ago, right?” you and sami kept chatting for a little while and ended on a positive note before you went to go get pictures. sami smiled wide as the sun and strolled back to mike and nasty, looking completely out of it. he leaned against the wall and sighed.

“did you do it? did you ask her out?” michael asked excitedly. sami snapped out of his thoughts, realizing that he never did ask for your number or anything.

“shit.” he pinched the bridge of his nose in disappointment with himself. michael’s face fell slightly.

“she’s still here y’know…” nasty reminded him, taking a sip of whatever drink he had. sami sighed and found himself looking for you in the room again.

“it’s fine.” he decided. so the night went on, the sky not getting any darker and the drunkenness only getting more evident among everyone at the event.

at some point, you ran into sami once again, this time unintentionally. and you quite literally bumped into him, both of you slowly losing your sense of awareness after so many drinks.

“oh! hi, sami!” you smiled, eyes widening as he turned around to see you giggling. he blushed and smiled nervously again.

“hey, y/n.” he said quietly as a soft smile returned to his face. he realized he had been given another chance to ask you out, and he had no intention of forgetting. “oh, there’s something i meant to ask you-” he fumbled with whatever bottle he had in his hand now, stuttering. but you cut him off, something you wouldn’t have done if you were fully sober, by saying:

“sami, you’re so sweet, you know?” you took his hand, still giggly. he blushed bright red at the contact.

“uh- thank you.” his voice somehow got even quieter and he looked down, incapable of hiding his smile any other way. “but listen, do you think we could maybe go out sometime? i mean- would you want to, ‘cause if you don’t then-” you interrupted his nervous rambling with affirmative words, just what he needed.

“of course i would like to, sam.” you were smiling as wide as him now, looking into his eyes with the same adoration he had in his. he laughed excitedly. you turned your head from him to a voice who was calling your name once again,

“oh, i think i’ve got to go.” you got really close to him, making him almost panic, and kissed his cheek softly while pressing a napkin into his hands, which, as he would later understand, had your phone number written on it. he felt hot even after you left him standing against the wall, watching you disappear into a crowd for the last time that night, sighing happily.

[tiredstressedemotionalmess]

hiyaaa would you care to share some kobra thoughts cause im thinking about him again

(aka: in the process of dying my hair and have to wait for an hour :/)

YESSSSS OKAY-

oh my god i just wrote like four paragraphs that i realized were basically just a summary of shut talked abt in the next ttid chapter since that chapter 90% just Kobra Kid Thoughts atm soooo this is take two with lighter shit that Isnt just basically spoilers lmao

- he has heterochromia, one eye's green and the others brown (dont ask me which is which i have it written down somewhere but i dont remember rn 😭) this fact is very important to me and is something i gotta bring up when i go back and edit past ttid chapters

- he looooves old karate movies, an obsession which was sparked very early on in his time in the zones. the doc has a collection of old tapes and shit, one of which was the karate kid! yk thing abt how every transmasc has a dude from an 80s movie that they wanna steal the gender of?? yeah. kobra's is danny larusso

- one of the few things thats consistent between pretty much all versions of kobra's story in my head is that, a few months after he gets out to the zones he and poison get into a huge fight that causes them to part ways for a 1-2 year period

- its during that ^ year when kobra finds his bike in what he thinks is an abandoned warehouse. it is Not Abandoned but it's fine. i mean, if those other guys really wanted to keep their bike, they wouldve put up more of a fight right? kobra certainly wouldn't have stopped after a few broken bones if he were in their position anyways

- ZERO self preservation instincts. he absolutely thinks he can win every single fight he gets into, which lead him to picking fights with people either a lot bigger than him or a lot more skilled and it doesnt always end well!

-this also extends to animals but in a sort of opposite way. this fucking dumbass will just pick up any fucking creature to try and pet it bc he thinks if it attacks him hell be able to handle it. he does this with snakes a lot in particular- the amount of fucking heart attacks jets had bc he sees kobra just. picking up snakes she was taught to avoid her entire life bc Venom,,,

- i like the idea that hes got a streak of red in his hair to match party's, and party has a blonde streak in theirs to match his :]

- the venom siblings also have matching snake tattoos that wrap around one of their arms. they get them a little while after reconciling from that huge fight and year apart and shit- its sort of a reminder that theyre family, even on the days where they have to hold back from killing each other

- jet is kobra's favorite person to go on supply runs with bc he thinks shes the one out of the crew with the best music taste (second to him of course) and theyre really good at negotiating together bc they are both intimidating in just the right, slightly different ways

- kobra also likes jet a lot bc they know enough abt mechanics to be able to hold a conversation with him, whereas party never has a single clue what hes talking about. and then when ghoul comes along kobra is like "oh okay im in love with you now" bc ghoul actually knows A Lot abt mechanics and bikes and cars and actually maybe he knows more than kobra so kobra's all "yeah okay ur mine now ur gonna talk to me abt bikes for hours rn rn rn" like an excited puppy

- i think kobra is also the more tech savvy of the group. ghoul and jet are old fucking men when it comes to that shit bc theres not a lot of computers in the zones. but kobra was really into technology back in the city, way more than party, so hed the one responsible for hacking the vending machines or dealing with the computers and security shit when they break into bli buildings

- at some point the kid finds an old laptop and that becomes his other project. when theres nothing to work on with his bike, hes trying to get that laptop working. when he does get the laptop working, he finds a bunch of old 2000s era memes saved onto it that he ends up referencing constantly despite not knowing what the fuck theyre talking about (im like 90% sure i got this idea from a fic or something i read *years* ago but idk what it was and i havent been able to find it so someone plz lmk if any of that sounds familiar 💀)

[smilingmxsk]

3,10,19

Interview The Writer| Accepting!

3. how do you get yourself out of a writing funk?

Honestly? I just wait until my brain feels like writing again. My head is kinda weird like that. If I don't feel like writing for [insert hyperfixation], then my brain usually switches to [other hyperfixation]. It's just... always wanting to do something! But every now and again it's like flipping a switch on that might turn other switches off and... yeah, you get the ADHD interest hopping, lmao.

The only times I REAAALLY get into a funk is times where I'm super stressed out abt something upcoming and I just have to sit out that storm and wait for it to pass in order for me to be able to focus on writing ANYTHING at all.

10. talk about your writing

Oh gosh, uhhh... Honestly? I think I've come to love my writing as of late! I know when I started back in the RPC like, one or two years ago that I was HORRIBLY rusty like eugh I was not hitting those notes at all for a hot minute. But that's also because I was also making some moves irl and I was juggling that at the same time (still kinda am rn! but handling it better).

Now I'm like, I kinda see how others write? And I've adjusted accordingly and I've stopped kind of overcompensating in my sentences (kinda thanks to ENG Comp rn for helping bap that bad habit out of me) and I've started to loosen up to have fun. I'm happy with my inclination to some memey humor and actual serious writing! One of my biggest things I wanna do is spruce up on my horror and suspense cause I can do that in art, but text? Hoo boy it's a lot harder than I thought it'd be. I'm gonna make it one of my goals for this summer!

19. describe love

Love is something warm. Like, wrapping yourself in a blanket when it's 30 degrees F outside and you really don't wanna go outside so you're vibing inside. It's also when you tell folks that you care about them, when you hold them accountable, when you build them up... it's a lot of things, really.

Weird thing is, in my family it's a super complicated concept. To my family, it's hugs and kisses, Thanksgiving and Christmas, and accidentally fueling bad habits just for the sake of making that person happy because you love them. But that's not right. Sometimes, love has to sting a little bit, even if you don't want to hear a harsh truth about yourself or maybe about some people you surround yourself with. It's not bashing and belittling or tearing you apart, it's grabbing you by the shoulders, sitting you down so that you can open your eyes to that pitfall you almost just stepped into.

It's so much more than giving people you love what they want. It's giving the ones you love what they need. That's Love :)

[spacedykez]

Your the person I keep seeing post about O!Scott on my dash /pos

Please continue (Use this as an opportunity to talk about him if you want (feel free to answer this whenever you want))

OH my gosh yes O!SCOTT MY STRESS BALL MY STARBOY MY FAVORITE LITTLE GUY i don't talk about him enough but OUGH HE IS SO SPECIAL TO ME *slaps roof of o!scott* this bad boy can fit so much projection in him he is sooooooo sksfhaiuhdfiushaf /pos i love he omg i-

[note from future Moth: this ask was sent like 7h ago. i do not have adhd at all /sar] ok. i have composed myself. time to talk about da blorbo. okay so o!scott. da guy ever. can i be coherent about him we will see.

[hello, tails from three hours later here. let's go] o!scott is my little guy. he has a mysterious backstory and he doesn't remember anything other than floating endlessly in space :( he was left alone and he didn't know there were other starbornes :( in canon he's pretty much ur average scott smajor character. abandonment issues, pretty builds, cool aesthetic, and very gay. aka the perfect recipe for moth m0thmenace to get emotionally attatched to-

sorry Anyways. i has decided that he is my stress ball and i project aaaaaaaaaall my issues onto him /lh. so therefore captain sparklez (the other starborne) is like. angst fuel. 2 me. SO what follows is NOT canon but is my own headcanons. for angst.

o!scott is scared of sparklez replacing him/nobody wanting him anymore. almost everyone else has their own origin, and the ones who don't are just... more friendly than him. they fit in. they're creatures of this planet, and they all get along so easily. scott... doesn't. he's not from this world, and all he's known is loneliness. he doesn't trust that they won't just leave him alone. and so he has to give them a reason to keep him around. he has to keep building, building, building, to make sure he's unique. to make sure he's giving the others a reason to want him around. being the only starborne isn't enough anymore, now that sparklez is here. plus, sparklez is better than him in every way. so building is the only thing scott Can do. the one thing he's good at

taDa i angstified ur starboy <333 anyways if u wanna read my fics abt him here they are

we all need a hug - scott misses being among the stars. phil dadza's.

stars don't shine they burn - hurt no comfort scott overworks himself

stargazing - scott misses the stars. but this time he gets like. the tiniest bit of comfort cause philza takes care of him.

replaced - i commit angst of starboy for 3000 words. again hurt no comfort

man i should really write some actual like. happiness for this guy huh. i really just like to throw him against things and watch him break. anyways.

[goldenworldsabound]

hi i'm avoiding your questions -- any 4 of the valentine's asks for clayman and rufus AND/OR your new genshin boy whose name i can't spell

KJFEHWKJFHEKJWHFKJEW so Clayman actually got most of them because I have very wonderful and enabling mutuals (including you obviously fkjdhsakjfs) but let's see the ones he didn't get...(I'm just gonna stick to Clayman cause just his answers turned out SO LONG...)

Valentine's Day Self Ship Ask Game

confession — how’d the confession happen, and looking back on it, what are your (and f/o’s) thoughts abt how you both were back then?

Honestly I'm still trying to figure this one out exactly. But timing wise, it's sometime after Clayman becomes a Demon Lord, and after Kazalim is killed and it's understood that I'm no longer magically bound to obey Clayman. I think I had decided that he'll be the one to initiate it...only at the point where he's been sufficiently built up and convinced by Laplace that it's obscenely obvious that I like him back. Then he'll probably but on his confident face, pose, and...well, will he just confess straight up or will he accuse me of liking him and therefore GOOD NEWS FOR YOU, WENDY! Oh yeah it's definitely that one-

Like. "Wendy. It's become clear to me that you harbor romantic feelings for me. Now, don't be embarrassed, because I've got good news for you. I also have f-feelings for you!" His carefully planned facade breaks a little

In retrospect he feels silly for being so over the top about it but it did make it easier for him fdkjsahfkjdsa and I think it's cute. Even cuter the more time passes frankly fkjdhsafks

I may still change this but this feels right at the moment!

darling — what outfits would you both wear on a date? feel free to show pics!

He already wears such fancy clothes!!! I love his outfit so much fhdkshfkjda I would like to wear a pretty dress for him though. I mean, he'd like that. Actually, I have a little hc he sometimes will have Eva (his friend/maid) help me get dressed into an outfit he's prepared...so...😳

I wanna wear super duper fancy shit. Like...ballgowns and shit >w< and make sure we match a little, colorwise~

smitten — was it easy for the people around you and f/o to figure out you liked each other? did they get involved in you getting together at all?

yes and yes- fkjdsahfkdsahj

Tear, Footman, and Laplace all know Clayman so well AND it was painfully obvious anyway so...yep. They gently bully him about it when I'm not around fjdhafkjdsa

(please imagine them huddled around him bullying him about it while he's curled up as below:)

It's all affectionate though, I promise fkjdhsafk

they don't tend to bully me - Tear and Footman see me as kind of an older sister type figure, and they'd rather bully Clayman because it's more fun anyway.

Laplace is a different story. As I mentioned above, he helps build Clayman up to actually confessing (he was a mess fdhsafkjds). He also talks to me about it somewhat seriously at one point. Mostly...to get me realizing that it was actually possible. Like...what's holding you back? You know, if you like...you've seen how he looks at you. That sort of thing. Still Clayman ends up confessing first, but Laplace was egging us on from both sides cause he wanted to see us happy and also please just kiss already ffs

Some of his subordinates might also realize it - most likely Pirone and Mjulan, but...they're not dumb enough to say anything where Clayman can hear. Actually, they might lowkey bully me now that I think about it...since I was also technically a subordinate of Clayman like them...invite me to a girl's night and it's actually to find out details of "what's going on with you and Clayman-sama" fkjdhafkjas

oh no. I need to- that's- going in my canon-

soulmates — do you believe in soulmates? what about your f/o? did that change for either of you when you met each other?

I wonder if soulmates is a concept in this world! Clayman might believe in some form of destiny or fate. After all, the chances of us meeting in the first place were incredibly slim. I'm from another world, and the summoning ritual often fails, so we really beat the odds there. I bet that might embolden him to think of it as ordained by fate (much as he does initially seem to believe that power is just granted without training for some reason fdkhfakdsa).

I don't believe in soulmates. But I do count myself incredibly lucky that things turned out as they did, once I understand exactly how slim the probability was...even if I didn't feel blessed at all at first.

[cosmicheromp3]

i remember a few months ago i was like “i’ve been going back to my old obsessions i wonder how long til i get to the foxhole court”. i am currently reading jerejean fanfiction

[mcondance]

other side of the game; hobie brown

summary // hobie swings by when you’re cleaning your room, and you know exactly what he wants.

cw // dubcon-ish (you say stuff akin to no but like.. you want it. it’s just a game you n hobie play), they talk a lot of shit, missionary

extras // you and hobie r Black so i don't wanna hear anything abt the grammar i used! "it's supposed to be doesn't" kill yourself idc, the song has. nothing to do with what happens in this fic btw it just.. it makes sense when you read it and it helped me write

wc // 2.6k

song shoutouts // special thanks to other side of the game by erykah badu and i get lonely by janet jackson

signing off // thank you to poetnon for this idea i hope you like this <3

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you know the second you hear the knocks at your window that you won't be getting anything else done today. he does this every fucking time.

walking across your room, you unlock the window for your boyfriend, eyes meeting his as you psyche yourself up for what you know is coming.

you return your attention to your desk, and with your back turned to him, you hear him slide his lanky body through the frame, landing softly on your carpeted floor.

"you busy?" he muses pointlessly, already shrugging his jacket off and reaching down to untie his boots. player one, ready?

"yeah," you hum pointlessly too, hands fiddling with the trinkets on your desk. maybe if you don't look at him, you won't cave. player two, ready?

"what you up to?" his voice grows closer. you close your eyes, breathing deep and slow to try to build your resolve, but you can hear him inching towards you, the clinging of his belts giving his movements away.

"cleanin' my room." you spin around, figuring you'd face your doom instead. his shoes are off now, placed up against the wall under your window. and now the game has started.

"mhm. well don't let me stop you," he smiles, and you wish you could say that it didn't put another dent in your already rusty resolve, but it does. with shaking hands crossed in front of you, you push yourself up and away from your desk and move across your room to your pile of clothes, folding shit hastily, already so fucking nervous.

he takes your place leaning against your desk and scans your room, taking in how much you’ve already gotten done. it makes him feel a little less bad about what he’s going to do. “looks good already. how long you been cleanin’?”

“since like, 10.”

“mhm. ‘s 2:24 now. think you’re ready for a break?” you snap your head towards him, rolling your eyes and screwing your lips up at the implications of his words.

“not the kinda break you’re talking about,” you sneer, rolling your eyes again as you return your focus to the meaningless pile of clothes.

“and what kinda break is that?”

“the kinda break when you end up inside me. i don’t have time for it.” you don’t face him as you speak. you can’t. if you do, it’s all over. you don’t want it to end just yet. it’s fun. it always is.

“what, you think ‘m just tryna get in your pants? i jus’ think my girl should have a little rest, yeah?” at his words you drop the shirt in your hand, switching gears to organize your nightstand instead.

“you’re lying. you always do this.”

“do what?”

“this. you come here and sweet talk me and the next thing i know i’m under you and my room doesn’t get cleaned. i’m not doing this today.”

he’s silent— your brain isn’t. you know it’s only a matter of time until he’s doing exactly what he’s doing now.. wrapping his slim fingers around your waist and pulling you back onto him.

speaking directly against your ear, he finally comes out with what he wants. “take a break, baby, lemme make you feel good." his lips meet your neck, ghosting over your heated skin.

"can't, hobes, i gotta clean up,” you whine, but it's futile at this point, cause you're already leaning back onto him, already tilting your neck to the side to give him more access, already dropping the half-empty water bottle in your hand.

"you sure, love? y'can clean up after we're done, hm? i'll help you.” he sounds earnest, like he really cares. you shake your head no, but you let him pull you away from your desk and turn you around. "gotta clean," you repeat, but you let him push you down onto your ruffled sheets.

"then clean." he’s standing over you now with his hands tucked into his pockets, and he motions towards the pile of clothes with his head, knowing eyes fixed on your frame sprawled out on your bed. from here, the light frames him perfectly, and he looks so damn pretty. maybe you'll blame what you do next on that. doesn't matter now, though. eyes meeting, you both know you're not getting up— seconds pass with you both staring, a silent confirmation, and hobie knows your answer.

shrugging, he leans down with his hands still in pockets, placing a damning kiss on your lips, murmuring "gave you a chance, baby. knew you didn't give a fuck about cleanin'." and he's right, embarrassingly so, so you roll your eyes, channeling your faux-frustration into a rough kiss, curling your hands under the straps of his t-shirt.

he falls forward, hands flying from his pockets to balance himself on top of you. smiling against your lips, he speaks again, “see. . you want it. you’re desperate.”

his hips start to rock against yours, stacked belts clinging against your dangling legs. hands finding the side of his face, you huff at his irritating need to almost shame you, to show for some made-up record that no matter how much you turn him down, you want him. you need him.

so you push your hips against his, humming at the groan that flies from his lips. tapping your thigh, he ushers you up the bed, your bodies turning until your head is laid on your pillows.

he reaches down between you two, sliding your shorts to the side to rub his fingers against your already sloppy cunt, smiling when he feels and sees how wet you are. “cleaning my ass,” he jokes, kissing you before you can get upset again.

sliding his fingers up, he brushes the pads of them over your sensitive clit, swallowing the pretty moans that start to flow from your spit-slicked lips. hobie knows you like the back of his hand, knows just how much pressure you need, how tight his circles have to be, knows how to make you cum hard, and cum fast.

it’s always like this when he comes by with the goal to distract you— you always end up under him with whatever you have on pushed hastily to the side, fully clothed and his hand between your legs, shaking arms wrapped around his neck. it’s desperate, really, both your need to get off.

though you try to remain steadfast, try to act like you don’t want this, the way your hips move against his hand gives you away. “did all that sayin’ ‘no’, bu’ look.” he points his eyes down, towards where his hand is hovering above your cunt, fingers glistening.

“‘course ‘m wet, don’t mean shit.”

“it don’t? that’s wild, love,” he slides two fingers in without warning and presses his thumb against your clit before he starts his circles again, other hand moving to hold you in place when you thrash against him, “cause last time i had t’almost beg. ‘n the time before that, i did beg.”

you know what he’s trying to say, and it makes heat rise in your face and makes your eyes close, cause you can’t face him. no matter, though, cause he grabs your face, spits, “open your eyes. look a’me.”

you open your eyes and meet his low ones, ones that are always black with lust, ones that bore straight through you and make you feel so small and dirty underneath their gaze. he nods at your obedience, and then his fingers catch that spot inside you, and the licks of flame inside you morph into something like a fire, lighting you up with pleasure. you’re close, so close.

“you’re gettin’ easier, baby. act all you want, you’re desperate.” that sends you over the edge, and it’s embarrassing. it’s filthy, how he just has to talk to you a little mean and you’re cumming on his fingers, shaking as you choked out sobs of his name, like you weren’t just telling him to leave you alone 10 minutes ago.

before you even come down he’s kissing you, pulling your shirt up to free your tits.

"fuck you." you spew as you separate, but you still pull him closer, position him where his clothed dick rubs right against your cunt, kept away by the fabric of his sweats and your shorts that have almost rolled back into place.

"you will, in a second," he bites back, a wicked smile plastered across his ethereal features— features that are driving you fucking insane.

you’ve grown sick of his mouth— fisting his hair, you yank hard, drawing a pained moan from him and another drag of his cock against you. “you keep talking all this shit, but you’re the one who came up to my window looking for some ass. i don’t wanna hear it.”

“yeah? and you’re the one who kept going on about havin’ to clean your room, but i got you in bed so easy. we’re both fucked.”

and it’s true. the statement grounds both of you, and you both realize just where you are— inches apart, seconds away from what you both want. snapping out of it at the same time, your hands tangle together as you reach for each other’s bottoms, you freeing his pretty dick and him ripping your shorts right down the middle.

you laugh at his haste, his deep chuckles mixing with your giggles, foreheads meeting as you both calm down after your frenzy.

“‘m sorry. still forget how strong i am.”

“‘s fine. just fuck me already.”

“ehhh,” hand around his cock, sliding his tip up and down your waiting cunt, he teases once more, “y’sure you don’ wanna clean? room’s still a bit messy.”

“hobie, i swear to god, if you do not put it in me now i will pin you down and take it.” reading your eyes, he can tell you’re dead serious.

“‘s much as i’d love that,” he slides in with a pretty groan, and you wrap your arms around his neck with a throaty whine, “i want you like this.” pushing his hips up, he seats himself inside you.

breathing heavy, you both just take a second to calm down, to bask in the feeling of being intertwined with your lover again, no matter how annoying they can be. with closed eyes, you throw your head back, resting on your pillows. hobie takes that as a sign to spread kisses down your jaw, grinning when you smile.

“move,” you breathe, shifting your hips to give him better access.

that first stroke always drives you both crazy. the slow pull out, faces contorting in pleasure, bodies getting closer and closer until the next best thing is merging together again, you pushing down and him pushing up and then his cock takes its rightful place inside you, sensitive tip leaking against your cervix.

“‘m all the way in, love, can feel the end of you,” he murmurs against your neck, and you nod, curling your arms tighter around his neck. then, he just grinds, circles his hips, just barely pulling out.

it’s perfect, the way your bodies move against each other, giving and receiving pleasure at the end of the game you both love playing. with fluttery glides and soft slides, and pitchy whines and deep groans, you dunk yourselves into that familiar pool of feeling, let it fill up your noses and mouths until it’s spilling over, your bodies shaking and jerking against each other.

blissed out of your fucking minds, your lips meet the others, lazy connects of your lips that you can just barely call kisses. they’re slack-jawed and sloppy, spit-swapping, the lewd smacks filling the air, mixing with the harmony of fucked-out sounds.

slowly, hobie starts moving his hips around differently, on a mission now, one that has you tensing up, cause it never takes him long to find it, that sweet spot that has you—

“fuck,” you drawl, throwing your head back, and hobie just smiles and keeps his hips moving that way, keeps his cock kissing that same spot.

"that's it?" he hums.

when you try to articulate what you're feeling, try to tell him "yeah", the words never come. instead, he's raising up to spread your legs and balancing himself above you, switching from slow grinds to deep thrusts that have him pressing against that spot even more now.

now, with him slapping his hips against yours and his thumb on your clit, the sound fills the room, skin against skin. jolting against him, his eyes are still trained on yours, fixed on the furrow of your eyebrows and the o-shape your lips make, focused on how pretty you look when he fucks you.

your choppy moans fill his ears, the background to his barrage of words that fill yours. sentences about how pretty you look, how good you feel, how he just wants to fuck you forever, and then for the second time without warning, you cum again, right when he says something about wanting to keep you fucked and filled, "'s why i keep comin' over, cause i wan' you full of me all the time."

it's gentle, this time, streams of feeling flowing softly through you. hobie makes sure to keep his pace steady through it all, makes sure he prolongs it as long as he can.

when you come down, you're pushing up on his hips with shaking hands, nodding your head and telling him to move. he doesn't waste a second, lifts up and grabs your headboard with one hand to give himself some leverage, his other hand resting on your calf. this time around, he's forgotten all that slow shit.

he rocks his hips hard and fast, jolting you up, and your back rubs against your sheets, your hands fly to your thighs to ground yourself.

"keep 'em open," he slurs, eyes fixed on where he disappears inside you, on the way you cream on his cock, his pretty dick painted white. "watch," he tells you, "she swallow me up so nice." his tone is awe-filled, brown eyes lit up at the visual of you taking him so well.

your eyes roll back in your head, another wave of arousal overtaking you and you can't watch any longer or you'll go crazy, so you watch his face instead. watch his pretty fucking face contort in pleasure, watching his eyebrow piercings dance in the light, watch his sharp jaw clench when you clench around him.

and god, it’s building up again. how could have ever even thought you’d clean up today, when this is so much better. “you gonna cum?” he asks, cause he knows your tells better than you do. you nod shakily, hands gripping onto your thighs so hard you swear you feel your fingers going numb.

“then do it.” it’s an order, really, and you know what he means. hand flying to your clit, you rub messy circles, and hobie moves his hand from your calf to your thigh to keep you open for him. nodding with wild eyes, he watches you make yourself cum, watches your circles became sloppy side-to-side motions while you whine and almost fucking cry, watches your cunt clamp down on him and suck him in “like she don’t wanna let go.”

through the mind-fuck in your head, you hear him groan loud, and then he’s cumming too, gripping your headboard so hard you swear you hear a soft crack, but fuck the headboard, cause hobie looks so pretty when he cums that it don’t even matter.

laughing, blissed out of your minds, hobie lays down on top of you, breathing hard and sweaty as shit, just like you are.

“i really did need to clean my room though, hobie.” you hum, turning your head to face him.

“i wasn’t just tryin’ to get in your pants, love, i was serious about helpin’,” he mumbles against your neck. and he does help. by the time he’s sliding back through your window and kissing you goodbye, your room is perfect.

[yesokaythatsfine69]

Pretty Boys (Levi Ackerman X Eren Yaegar x Jean Kirstein x Reader)

Description: Why want one when you could have them all? The boys fight over you, so in your frustration you give them an ultimatum, one they really can't refuse.

Character(s): y/n, Eren, Jean, Levi, Mikasa, Armin, Hanje

POV: 2nd person

Warning(s): fluff, angst, cursing, you're a sexy queen

A/n: hello! New year's is coming up so as a new year's gift I give you this. I couldn't decide if I wanted to do smut for this or if I wanted to do a sequel of some sort but I think unless it's requested this'll do. This will be my last work for Attack on Titan. Again, feel free to request anything abt it though.

Word count:

Song: nowhere to run by stegosaurus rex

*none of the gifs used are mine, full credit goes to the maker.

You tugged your hair back, fingers nimbly working to tie the strands of your hair back into a proper pony tail. Sweat dripped from your neck, the summer weather taking a toll on your body and your work. You fanned yourself, huffing out a sigh.

"Taking a break?" You turned, coming face to face with Jean. He had the reigns of his horse in his right hand, leading the animal to where you stood, by the training area. He smiled, seemingly unfazed by the sweltering heat.

"I should ask you the same thing. Where have you been?" You crossed your arms, getting yourself prepared for whatever lackluster answer Jean was about to provide. Jean simply handed you the reigns, gently taking your hand and pressing the reigns into your palms.

"I've been taking care of the horses, believe it or not they like to bathe too." You huffed at his answer, but looked up at him and raised the reigns questionably. "What is this?" The brown eyed boy smiled again, crossing his arms. He leaned against the animal causally, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "This is Ren. She's new and needs a rider. So, I was thinking..."

You broke out into a wide smile. During the last mission, a particularly brutal one, you'd lost your horse. You loved that animal- he'd gotten you out of serious trouble in the past. Always faithful until the end...that had nearly torn you apart, as nothing was more villainess to you than to kill an innocent animal.

Before you could stop yourself you practically tackled the blonde, pulling him into a tight hug.

You and Jean had been close since the battle for trost, the two of you working side by side after being assigned the same squad. After giving pleasantries neither of you seemed focused on maintaining a friendship beyond just surviving- that was until you'd lost him.

Jean had gone missing in the chaos, you searching roof tops and buildings until finally you found his figure, hunched over.

You remember how badly he shook, tears streaming from his brown eyes. "Jean?" He hadn't spoken a word to you, but he hadn't needed to. You took his face in your hands and forced him to look at you.

You delivered a breathing technique that you'd taught yourself when you got nightmares after the wall fell. You waited until his breathing evened out and he seemed to be in a better headspace before you hugged him, gently.

Your kindness caught him off guard- especially for someone going the scouts- but he never forgot it.

Your grip tightened around him, practically squeezing the life out of him. "Oh Jean! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You couldn't see it but his cheeks were as red as cherries and his eyes were as wide as saucers. "Uh, yeah. No- no problem."

"Oi, what the hell are you two doing?" The sound of your captains voice rang through the field and you gently let go of your comrade. "Jean got me a new horse!" You squealed at your stone faced commander, who's eyes were narrowed at a still blushing Jean.

"That's very kind of him. Especially since I wasn't aware he was able to give away our horses." Jean straightened, his eyes still wide. "Well, no not technically, I just- the horse needed- needed an owner and since...ya know, I figured." Levi just stared at him, an eyebrow raised. "Tch, you are an bumbling idiot, but as long as y/n's happy with it?" You nodded empathically.

"Uh, thank you, sir." Jean stuttered again, and Levi rolled his eyes. "Shut up." "Right, right. I better go...clean something." Jean cast one last glance in your direction before he left, leaving the horse in your care.

Levi watched him go as you turned to Ren, softly petting her snout.

Gently a hand reached out beside you, joining in in stroking the horse. "She is very lovely, I'll give him that." You smiled at Levi's words.

"Maybe someday I'll let you ride her." You laughed, turning suddenly. You hadn't realized though how close the two of you had gotten when he reached over your shoulder to pet Ren, and suddenly the two of you were mere inches from one another's faces.

Your eyes widened at the degree of closeness, until Levi's own gaze flickered to meet yours. You smiled at him and his lips upturned the slightest. You opened your mouth to speak but once more you were interrupted with the arrival of a cadet. "Captain Levi, sir! Commander Erwin requested your presence for a meeting about-"

Levi waved him off. "Tch, save it, I'm coming." Levi turned back to you but jumped a little when the cadet spoke again, obviously having figured he'd be leaving. "Captain Levi, I was told to escort you." Levi's expression was tense, but his voice remained eerily calm. "Do you want a gold star, brat? I said I was coming." Levi began his way to the cadet, who seemed much less sure of himself.

"Oh, captain Levi!" You yelled after him, waving your right arm in the air. The two paused both turning in your direction. "Don't forget I'll see you tonight to help you finish the paperwork over the last scouting mission." Levi nodded, his face less tense.

At their leave you also turned, bringing your new horse with you and heading to the stables.

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Your clutched your tray, dodging around the people who stood and talked in the lunchroom. You searched for Eren, and found him, the boy waving his hand into the air to catch your attention in the crowded room. You smiled, making your way over and putting your tray down directly beside him.

Armin and Mikasa were already there, talking about something that happened on a recent mission. Eren grinned at you when you say down, his green eyes brightly shining in the lunchroom a light.

"How was training today, y/n?" Eren asked as he handed you his piece of bread. The two of you often shared food, and by now it had become second nature to do so.

You met when you were especially young, living only a few houses down from each other. You'd play, daydream, and defend Armin together. Although you were much more mild mannered- something Eren teased you about- you got along quite well. The two of you brought out an especially different side of one another.

But there was something the two of you shared deeply to your core and it was the need to protect. You'd both do whatever you could to protect those you cared about. It showed, but just in different ways. Armin often joked that you were the mother figure of the group and Eren the father.

You never noticed how bright Eren's cheeks turned.

"It went really well. Jean got me a new horse." You took a bite of bred, missing the way something dark passed over Eren's eyes.

Damn him.

Eren kept his smile as he leaned into you a bit, remaining his usual self. "Oh? Then you'll be back to riding with us soon." You shared his smile. "Yeah, as long as Levi approves. I'll be ready to kill some Titan's." Your enthusiasm caused Eren to blush, and he looked down at his watery soup. "Good, good."

He brought his spoon to his mouth, about to eat when Jean's voice thundered behind him. Immediately he straightened, but kept his body still for the main part. "Y/n, how are you liking Ren?"

Jean arrived behind you, tray in hand, and a sly smile on his face. Instantly you tapped the empty seat on the other side of you, wordlessly inviting him to sit down. He did so, and you turned away from Eren who noticably tensed.

"Yes! She's so lovely. I really can't thank you enough, Jean." As you spoke you placed your hand on his knee, Jean watching your movements intensely. His cheeks blushed as he met your kind eyes, an aw shucks expression on his blushing face. Meanwhile, Eren rolled his eyes on the other side of you, clearly finding this act overdone.

"Y/n," Eren caught your attention again, and you shifted from Jean back to your green eyes friend. "Since tomorrow's our day off, I was wondering if you'd like to practice some new techniques before you start going on missions again."

You opened your mouth to respond but before you could do so, Jean interjected. "You really think y/n would want to spend her day off training? Especially with a titan?" Eren answered him, but kept his eyes on you. "Spending the day training together is a great use of time, especially since she hasn't been in the field for a bit. Regardless of whether or not I'm a titan- the two of us still share the same goal-"

Jean laughed bitterly. "Oh can it, Titan boy. You just wanna spend the day alone with y/n." Now it was your turn to blush. "Uhh...guys."

Eren rolled his eyes. "Well at least I'm man enough to ask her to spend the day with me, unlike you, who'll just follow her around like a dog on a leash." Immediately the two stood up, bringing their faces inches apart. "Did you just call me a dog, Yaeger?" "You called me Titan boy."

You stood, turning to Mikasa and Armin who were watching with confusion as Jean and Eren engaged in a heated argument, in which neither were completely sure what it was about. "I'm gonna go, but if they calm down please tell them I'm open to spending my day off with both of them." "Sure thing, y/n." "Yeah, of course."

You side stepped the two boys and left the lunchroom, deciding that now was as good of a time as ever to go work with Levi to finish paperwork.

You left the lunchroom, making your way to Levi's office. You cast one last glance at Eren and Jean's figures. Biting your lip you hummed, and moved on, a dangerous new gleam in your eye.

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"Why you little-" "Hey, where did y/n go?" The two boys pulled apart, casting wide glances around them. Eren found Mikasa. "She left a little bit ago, Ereh." Jean spun around. "You scared her off!" Eren glared at the blonde. "I scared her off? You're the one who-" Mikasa continued, "She did say that she wanted the spend her day off with both you, though."

Jean frowned and Eren's brow furrowed. The two shared a new type of look- one of confusion. Then they separated, still carrying the same tense jealousy as before but now it was dulled by confusion and a strange satisfaction. "Fine by me." "Sure, whatever."

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You stopped in front of Levi's office door. Calmly, you knocked and waited for the captain to call out to you.

"tch, come in brat."

You opened the door, smiling gently at Levi's tired expression. He had stacks in front of him and it reminded you fo the first time you started helping him finish paperwork.

One night you were sent by Hanje to deliver some files to the scout leader, and you had knocked several times, none gave you an answer. Your curiosity had gotten the better of you and you let yourself in.

Levi was asleep over his desk, hair covering his face. He had to have been out cold, and it had absolutely surprised you, since you knew Levi barely ever slept let alone in the middle of doing something important. But there he was, dead asleep in front of you.

You first smiled, noticing how pretty he looked when he wasn't stressed or tense. Peaceful had been a good look on him.

You wouldn't dare wake him up as any other "brat" would've, instead your slipped some papers out from under him and began working.

You were driven by efficiency, and often if you wanted something done you wanted it done now, so it was easy to get through the paperwork- each answer meticulous and to Levi's liking.

After he woke up several hours later to you working quietly beside him, the two of you enjoyed quiet nights of paperwork, working side by side and talking in between.

Today, Levi was awake, but looked exhausted as he sat at his desk. He was illuminated by a single candle, and two cups of tea placed side by side claimed the edge of the table.

Your captain nodded to them. "Don't worry, I made the tea this time. I'm never trusting Hanje with the pot ever again." You snorted, carefully picking up a cup and sitting in front of Levi. "It wasn't that bad."

"tch, it wasn't even black." You hummed, taking a sip. He handed you stack, making sure you had enough room to work. "you, know, there's this bakery in town I think you'll really like. They have the best bread. It'd go so well with your tea."

You spoke while you worked, filling in each blank efficiently. "In town?" You nodded. Levi didn't like going out often, the thought was quite unappealing, unless... "Tomorrow's a day off, isn't it?" You hummed.

"tch, take me there tomorrow then." You looked up. "I don't know if I'll be able to, I have plans with Jean and Eren." Levi resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "They'll be busy tomorrow." You frowned. "What? But tomorrow-" "They have stable duty all day tomorrow."

You stopped working and Levi looked up to meet your gaze. "What? What for?" Levi's face remained expressionless as he explained, giving you a long shpeal about them needing to learn to work together better and that the best way to do that was for them to spend that day cleaning.

Satisfied with himself Levi moved on, going back to work. You were still stunned. "Where in town is this bakery?" When you didn't reply he looked up, gently tapping your forehead. "Oi, pay attention, brat." You blinked away your confusion before rejoining in conversation with Levi.

Before long you two had switched to several different subjects and when you finally finished working the tea pot had become completely empty.

You stretched out your arms as Levi rubbed his eyes. "Well, that's all of it." Your breathed, crossing your arms over your chest. "tch," Levi laughed without humor. "For tonight." You smiled and lifted yourself up. "For tonight." You got to the door, before turning back to Levi.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then?" In the darkness of the room you could've sworn you saw Levi smile. "Tomorrow."

The door opened and closed softly and Levi waited until he could no longer hear the soft padding of your feet before he lifted himself up from his desk and carried his tired body to his room.

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Eren was practically stomping when he left his room. Another cadet had delivered the news of his punishment, and each step Eren took seemed angrier than the last.

Eren loved you- loved you since you two had met outside of your home, just a few doors down from his own. You seemed less edgy than he- less angry and more gentle. It shocked him, but it also lured him into your caress.

For a long time you were his best secret, and it was definitely selfish of him- but...the thought of losing you caused his fists to clench.

Losing you to titans was one thing- and losing you to Jean Kirstein was a completely different thing. Improbable, impossible, and definitely not happening.

Eren entered the stable and saw that he had beat Jean there. He grabbed a broom and immediately began sweeping, hoping to burn off some steam before the arrival of Jean and Levi.

Jean was slow in every single movement. It was his day off, goddamnit and instead of spending it with you, he was spending it with Eren. He scoffed in disgust. Captain Levi's plan to somehow teach them team work was definitely going to give someone a black eye- and Jean just knew it was going to be him.

He just wanted to spend some time with you- and maybe Eren was right- he did follow you around like a puppy, but that was because he really really really liked you. Okay he kind of loved you.

You've always been there for him, especially when Marco died. You've even met his mother before. Jean doesn't allow many people into his private life let alone share the parts of him he's buried deep under a shell of heat and anger.

But somehow you were able to worm your way in.

Jean sighed at the door of the stable. He opened it and directly in his eyeline stood Eren, who had already begun sweeping.

They stared at each other.

"Where's the mop at?"

Levi had been having a pretty fair day- which was saying a lot. He was going to met you at the front part of building but before then he'd figure he'd check up on the two brats he'd put on stable duty.

Sure, maybe the reason he sent them on stable duty was for more selfish reasons then helpful ones. But Eren and Jean's apprehension to one another annoyed the hell out of him, not to mention he enjoyed causing a little innocent chaos where his cadets were concerned.

At the root though was you. Those brats saw you day and night, 24/7. He had noticed they way they looked at you, the way Eren refused to be with any other squad or person unless you were there, the way Jean seemed to follow you around.

That also annoyed the hell out of him. Of course boys in love was something he'd seen many times before.

However he'd never experienced it himself- that was until you came.

He quickly understood that it was your nature to be caring, gentle, and protective. That wasn't what caught his attention, actually.

What caught his attention was the way you worked- your focus, attention, drive. It was all surpremely attractive to him. He'd seen gentle and caring people die too often. Their nature being the reason for it.

But you held yourself differently. You had something more calculated driving you, and you weren't just another person Levi had to worry about.

That combination of skill and personality made Levi comfortable and much less tense.

He walked into the stable, seeing the two men begrudgingly work to clean the floor.

"Oi, brats, you missed a spot."

At the sound of his voice they turned, jumping to salute him.

"I'll be back around five, so that should be enough time for this shithole to be spotless."

"Yes, sir."

"No problem, Captain Levi."

He turned.

"Wait, captain!" Eren's voice caused him to turn back around albeit a bit threateningly. "What, brat?"

"Where are you going?" Eren was well aware that Levi rarely left- if ever during a day off so the Captain's sudden departure worried him- was there a titan problem he should know about?

Levi smiled to the shock of his cadets.

"Oh, I'm going on a date."

He turned.

"With y/n."

He left, the door swinging close behind him.

Jean and Eren watched him go, frozen in place at his words.

"You've got to be kidding me."

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A/n: thanks for reading! Remember requests are open and criticism is always welcome.

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[sluttyminghao]

mirror mirror on the wall | k.sy

w.c: 1.6k genre: super super smutty warnings: uhhh impreg kink, rough sex if ur not into that, sex in the practice room hehe a/n: omg im back! its taken me a long time between my personal life and writers block to come back, but this was highly requested! I hope you enjoy! (especially the anons who i talked to abt it :)) also this is unedited and also the first piece I've written in a Long Time so please give me criticisms if needed!

pairing: kwon soonyoung x female reader

synopsis: you fucked up. big time. now soonyoung is punishing you for it

“You really fucked up this time sweetheart.”

He was walking steadily towards you like an animal stalking its prey; his eyes holding a dark gleam which you could only put down to anger, or maybe lust. As he got closer his smirk grew wider, his steps getting quicker and effectively trapping you between himself and the wall.

You knew you had fucked up. Big time.

Maybe it was the one too many lustful glances you sent his way, maybe you thought he would enjoy it while you were watching him as he tried to perfect a new choreo he had been steadily working on. Maybe it was the outfit you had chosen to wear; a shirt that was too tight and shorts that barely covered your ass.

Maybe, just maybe, it was the fact that you had whispered to him that you weren't wearing any underwear when he briefly stopped for a water breakk, which lead you to where you were now, pressed up against the mirror in the dance practice room.

Do you regret any of the stunts you pulled which put you in this position? Absolutely not.

Are you scared to see what soonyoung has planned with the way he’s trapped you? A little.

“So...do you wanna explain what your thought process was when you thought it would be a good idea to not wear underwear to my dance practice?”

His cool hands were tracing your upper body, his lips now attached to your neck and sucking lightly. A slight warmth was beginning to spread throughout your lower body, which only increased as he bit down on your neck. You could hardly move with the pleasure that was coursing through your body, and he had hardly even started his ministrations on you.

“I-I thought it would be fun...” you managed to stutter out, exhaling loudly as soonyoung bit down on your neck again, running his hands under your shirt and letting his fingertips dance on the skin of your stomach. He chuckled lowly at your response, pulling off your neck to stare deeply into your eyes.

“You thought it would be fun? This is your idea of fun? Well, let me show you what my idea of fun is sweetheart”

Before you could even process what he had said, his hands were hurriedly pulling off your shirt and tossing it to the side, hands immediately going back to cup your breasts and kneading them softly.

A soft moan left your lips as soonyoung flung your bra off and tossed it somewhere, his lips now attacking and sucking your nipples. He’d smirk and dip a hand down your shorts, feeling how aroused you had become in such a short amount of time.

“Already this wet for me? Goes to show how much you want me and my cock huh? Want me to fill you up hm? Get you all nice and full with my cum and get you pregnant?”

The words had taken you by surprise; this was a whole new concept for you, as soonyoung had never even talked about getting you pregnant. You were not totally opposed to the idea; he chuckled when he felt your clit pulsate at the thought, knowing you would love the idea.

“Ah I see you like the idea of me filling you with my cum and getting you pregnant hm sweetheart?” He all but ripped your shorts off of you and quickly shoved two fingers into your pussy, making your back arch and a loud moan coming from you.

The way you were feeling was bordering on euphoric; stars and patterns were slowly dancing their way across your eyelids, moans and gasps escaping your mouth as he slowly added another finger, loving the way your walls were pulsing around his fingers.

Soonyoung was growing incredibly impatient, and that wasn't the only thing that was growing. His erection was straining painfully hard against his pants, to the point where it was getting painful and needed to remove the barrier that was slowing him down from fucking you senseless.

He discarded his pants while still finger fucking you, and soon had you facing the practice room mirror, on all fours. He was on his knees behind you, admiring the way your pussy was soaked and all for him, and the way your back arched when he rubbed your clit in quick, rough circles.

“Are you ready to be filled with my cum sweetheart? Let me fill up your womb with my cum and let you have my babies?” The words were sending your mind whirling, your back arching and a loud whine leaving your lips.

“Please soonyoung,,,” you practically begged, wiggling your hips a little to show how desperate you were for his cock. His hand came up and swiftly fell on your ass, leaving a stinging sensation on your ass and you wanting more. He rubbed his cool hand over the expanse he had just turned pink and soothing it as you winced at the slightly painful sensation.

“You want my cock princess? Beg for it, show me how much you want it, look me in the eyes and tell me how much you want me.”

His eyes were practically black with lust as he locked eyes with you in the mirror, smoothing his hands over your ass again as he waited for you to respond to him. Seeing how fucked out you were for him already made his cock ever harder, if that was even possible.

“Please soonyoung! I need your cock so bad, i want you to fill me up with your cum and have your babies!!”

He was slamming into you just as you finished your sentence, not letting you adjust to him before he was thrusting into you quickly. His grip on your hips tightening as he groaned loudly, feeling how warm and tight you were around him.

“Fuck princess, you’re so fucking tight for me, I can’t wait to fill you with my cum and get to see your swollen belly”, before pressing a kiss to your spine and thrusting even harder, watching how you squirmed under his grip and how loudly you were moaning.

“Feels-feels so good Soonyoung!!” you all but screamed out as he hit your g-spot, now spending all his time and effort into hitting the one spot that made you see stars. 

Every thrust he made into your pussy he made a remark about impregnanting you; how much he wants to see you with a swollen belly, how bad he wants to fill you up with his cum and how much he needs to see you with his babies.

The pleasure was starting to build in your lower abdomen, and was causing your knees to buckle and you could hardly keep yourself upright. Just as you started to slip on the floorboards, Soonyoung pulled your hair and forced you up, keeping a tight grip on your hair and you were now flush with his bare chest.

“I want you to look at yourself in the mirror princess, i want you to watch me fuck your tight pussy”

You struggled to keep your eyes open at soonyoung’s demand, finally opening them to see how fucked out you both were, but mainly taking in soonyoung’s current appearance; his dark hair clinging to his forehead, eyes still black with lust and him biting his lower lip as he watched his cock slide in and out of your pussy.

“Soonyoung, I’m so close!! I’m gonna cum!!” the heat in your abdomen was growing even quicker than before, your orgasm threatening to wash over you. He moved his grip back to your hips and thrust even quicker, feeling his orgasm impending also, and with your pussy clenching around his cock the way it was, he wouldn't last much longer.

“Cum for me sweetheart, cum all over my cock” as his hand reached around to rub your clit in circles once more, feeling the best orgasm of your life wash over you as you screamed out his name. 

Soonyoung wasn't far behind you, cumming into your pulsating pussy with a loud groan. He could feel his cum shooting into you, and he reveled in the feeling. Leaning down onto your back with a slight groan, he softly kissed down your spine to your neck.

“Can you feel all my cum sweetheart? Filling you up so that you can have my babies?” which left you whining under his touch. He slowly pulled out of you, a small hiss leaving your lips. As he pulled out, he could see some of his cum dripping from your pussy.

He swiped a finger over your sensitive folds, collecting some of the leftover cum, and leaving you shivering as he held the finger to your lips, which you sucked up happily and left him groaning again.

Immediately he would get up and go to grab you some water and some tissues to clean up, while you try to process everything that had happened in such a short span of time. He would be looking at you playfully now, his once black eyes now returning to their beautiful brown.

“I’m sorry if I was rough with you sweetheart” he said as he slowly wiped up your messes as you took a sip of water from the bottle. You just looked at him and smiled, before capturing his lips into a kiss.

“You know that you’re never too rough with me Soonie~” using his favourite nickname. “But just so you know, I would love to have your babies” and giggling at his face.

His face whipped up to meet yours, mouth opened in an O shape and a blush spreading across his puffy cheeks. He wouldn't even know what to say to that, so he tells you in the only way he can express at the current minute.

He pulls you in for a big kiss and picks you up to leave the dance practice room, all the while peppering you with kisses and leaving you giggling.

[meltwonu]

64. “You’re not taking me to bed. ever.”

          “Who said it had to be on the bed?”

67. “For the love of fuck.”

           “Yep, that’s me. I love to fuck.”

notes; softdom!jeonghan, cockwarming, dirty talk, thinkin abt this after watching them play that pc game and soonyoung saying “you’d be surprised but jeonghan and jihoon are quite competitive” and knowing Jeonghan has the patience of a fuckin god 😩😩, also sorry i kinda played with the first prompt a bit hehehehe, this is also just a little long so the rest is under the cut as to not disrupt your dashs with long wall of text eheh💕💕 also sorry i fucking write so much i literally dont know how to shut up :( lmfao, anyway thank you for requesting! enjoy! 💕

“‘Hannie… are you almost done?”

He grunts in response, fingertips still on the laptop keyboard and eyes still glued to the tiny screen. “C’mon, you said you’d be done playing that game an hour ago… I need you…” You whine quietly, eyes burning holes into the back of his head.

“Is it a want or a need? And anyway, didn’t I already fuck you last night?” He mumbles; exhaling harshly when his character on screen falls again. You shimmy off the sofa with a sigh and sit next to him on the floor, immediately placing your palm down onto his thigh and squeezing.

“Yeah but… dunno, think I can go for another round~”

You lean over, lips ghosting against the shell of his ear. “I can’t stop thinkin’ about how good you felt inside of me…”

A shiver runs up Jeonghan’s spine when you softly whisper in his ear and he can’t deny the way his cock twitches in his grey sweats. “Is that all, baby?” He loses focus for a second; his on-screen character falling over for the umpteenth time.

“No~ What I really really liked is when you finally came ‘n filled me up with so much cum~ Just thinkin’ about it makes me so wet, ‘Hannie~”

Your hand travels further into his lap, palming his half hard cock through his sweats as he moans.

“For the love of fuck.”

Giggling, you slowly ghost your fingers to the waistband of his sweats; sliding them underneath when he doesn’t tell you to stop.

“Yep, that’s me. I love to fuck. Now please, Jeonghan, I’m begging you! Finish your game later!” You whine, hand already wrapped around his cock as he continues to play.

He can only grin at you when he beats another level, eyes filled with mischief.

“You want my cock that bad? Ok, sit on it and be a good girl. I’m almost done.”

And If there’s anything you really know about Jeonghan, it’s that he’s just extremely convincing.

You sigh, half in content and half in annoyance, facing the sofa as you sit on his cock and you knew better than to defy his word, so you sit put even if you want to move. “‘Hannie~ Aren’t you done?” Whimpering, you nuzzle into his neck, kissing the skin as he groans.

“What did I say about waiting, baby? Be patient. You’re already doing so well for me.”

All you can hear is the sound of the keyboard clicking and Jeonghan’s furious scrolling of the mouse, a soft whine spilling from your lips when he shifts slightly underneath you. The chuckle he lets out reverberates in your chest; your hands curling into the back of his soft sweater.

You can’t tell how much time passes in your position but eventually you feel Jeonghan’s fingers on your waist, softly caressing you through your shirt. “You’re so good for me, baby. I’m so proud of you for being patient. Think you’re ready for your reward?” Jeonghan smiles at you genuinely when your eyes meet, pouting when he sees your teary eyes. “Why’re you so teary, baby?”

“‘Cause you’re mean and--and made me cockwarm you while you played your dumb game!” You sob, hips already swiveling atop his lap. He lets you do as you please, guiding you as your cries slowly turn into pleasured moans.

There’s a clipped laugh from Jeonghan before he’s pushing the small coffee table aside with one hand, pushing you onto your back where the table used to be when the space is cleared. “But I gave you what you wanted, didn’t I? You wanted my cock so I let you sit on it.”

He wraps your legs around his waist, fucking into you at a slow pace. You get lost in the pleasure, eyes fluttering shut when the head of his cock taps your g-spot. “O-oh fuck, Jeonghan! M-more, there, please!” You cry, nails digging into the rug underneath you. “More? Here?” Jeonghan thrusts into you harder, laughing lightly when you mewl.

“Don’t you want to move somewhere more comfortable? Or do you wanna cum on the rug?” He quips; no real intention of stopping.

“Nooo~ You’re not taking me to bed. Ever. Again.” You grit out; already feeling your impending orgasm coming. “You’re on a pussy ban after you made cockwarm while you played that stupid game and made me wait.” Jeonghan can’t help but laugh at your retort, reaching a hand down between your bodies as he thumbs at your clit. You whimper in response, clenching around his cock when you feel the tension building up in your body.

“Fuh---fuck! Jeonghan!”

“Who said it had to be on the bed? I can fuck you on the sofa so that whenever the guys come over they can see the cum stains on it and know exactly what I do to you. Or what if the shower is more comfortable? No clean up, y’know? Fill you up nice and full with my cum and watch it spill down your legs.” He pauses, doubling his pace when he feels your pussy getting tighter around him. “Or what if I wanted to fuck you in front of the window, hmm? Let everyone see how greedy you really are for me when you’re begging me to let you cum for the third time in a row.” He rubs harsher circles on your clit, loving the way your torso arches off the floor when he adds just the right amount of pressure.

“And you say that but what happens when you wanna sit on my cock again, huh? Let’s be honest, baby, you always want me just as much as I want you. ”

Jeonghan says no more as he quickens his pace, soft moans of his own spilling from his lips when he feels you about to cum.

“Cum with me, baby. Let me feel your ‘lil cunt get this cock wet.” He groans, already feeling his own orgasm coming. And it only takes a few more thrusts and his thumb on your clit before cries of his name are tumbling out of your mouth in a hurried mess; eyes clamped shut as the bliss pours over you.

Jeonghan’s grip on you tightens as he cums as well; opting to grind against you as he cums inside of your tight pussy.

“Ngh, fuck,  J-Jeonghan…” You mewl, enjoying the feeling of his throbbing cock filling you up with his cum. Feeling sated and cozy, you sigh contentedly, smiling up at Jeonghan who mimics your content expression.

The two of you stay in that position a little longer; riding out the remnants of your orgasms before a familiar look crosses Jeonghan’s features. 

“You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”

You nod, sitting up on your elbows as Jeonghan leans down to kiss you on the forehead. “Shower?”

“Shower sex, to be precise, baby. ”

[spadaaces]

Not to be a Morgana analyzer on main, but I genuenly feel people misunderstand his character a lot - especially during his little runaway arc. I have my own peeves about this arc, it could’ve been written better and I get why people don’t like it, but it feels unfair to blame it all on Morgana.

Yes, Morgana is absolutely not perfect, he’s arrogant and he rags on Ryuji a ridiculous amount - but people seem forget Ryuji rags on him right back. They both start shit with each other and bicker, it’s on both of them. They’re both assholes to each other, especially in vanilla and royal (also a reason I like strikers a lot more character wise, their dynamic was wayy nicer). They’re also both two of my top favorite characters, so I wanna preface I’m not here to put all blame on only one of them or say one is more right than the other.

Ever since first meeting Akiren and Ryuji, Morgana’s been extremely hung up on being useful and proving himself. He’s the veteran after all, he was the one who knew everything when they first started. Not to mention we always see his underlying insecurity about his past and wether or not he’s really human. However everytime someone else joins they can do things he can, and they’re learning things faster and easier - so he puts himself on a high horse because he wants to be useful and dependable, so he won’t be discarded (which is also probably part of the reason he does keep butting heads with Ryuji, but also I think he most often does it because he’s a bastard. Their bickering does not feel like something that’s always from a malicious place). Especially considering they’re not getting closer to finding out the truth about him no matter how far they get, he feels he needs another reason to stay with them - because if not the deal he made with Akiren at the start will be an empty one, and that’s not fair to him.

Then, of course, Futaba (my beloved) joins and can literally do everything he can do, but better, and she takes the role of navigator. Morgana’s insecurities really start coming to light after that. He’s more and more unsure of his true identity and worries about his usefulness to his team, but he’s too stubborn and prideful to talk about it. And Ryuji starts poking at him like he usually does, that’s how their dynamic is! But this time it’s hitting too close to home because right now being useless is the thing Morgana’s the most scared off, so he gets angry. All of this is building up so he gets distant and irritable, until the last drop hits and he lashes out. The others obv don’t know why, and Ryuji understandably snaps back in defense. Morgana runs off and he is now set on proving himself, which is also why he keeps putting himself on a high horse and acts all high and mighty - that’s the only way he knows.

A friend of mine also pointed out Morgana displays really intense symptomps simillar to RSD, and as Ryuji is very adhd coded it’s likely they were both setting each other off which made it worse. And, to quote my friend: It’s really easy to get stuck on your own feelings when that happens. I love Ryuji so much you guys, and I also think it’s unfair he gets blamed for a TON of things, but man. When they first went to apologize. Puts head in hands. In that moment he did do bad GDJDHJSH. But also I get it because Plot.

The only part I do kinda like is the end, especially seeing both Morgana and Ryuji be nice to each other cause damnit. They CARE about each other deep down. And it’s always nice seeing a character finally be honest abt their feelings.

Again I’m not trying to be like Oh actually Morgana did nothing wrong in this situation - he did do wrong, even if it came from a place of hurt. But I really dislike when it’s made out to be him overreacting for the sake of overreacting, because it is something that actually slowly builds as the game progresses. Also I am not trying to shift blame onto Ryuji - honestly the rest of the group are also somewhat at fault for egging the two on in a way or ignoring them. No one defends either of them, but obviously that’s also because they don’t realize how serious it actually gets sometimes. This is what lack of communication does to a mf😔

Maybe I’ve just overanalyzed the funny kitty too much, but I wish the fandom would appreciate him more and see this arc from BOTH perspectives because one is not more right than the other. If you read all this thank you gdhgdhshs I hope it made sense, I have. A lot of feelings about Morgana I care him. So glad strikers gave us the Ryuji and Morgana dynamic we deserve.

[baroquebucky]

Italian days

request: could you write something about going to Italy with timothee? Im just imagining how cute and romantic it would be 🥺

a/n: this is so cute !!! prepare for typical tourist attractions also i have no idea where any of these things are in relation to each other so :-) i literally googled what to do in these places bc I’ve never been sorry guys:-( this ones long so strap in and get ready !!! let me know what y’all think abt it ! i kinda wanna make headcanons about this too hehe >:) I hope you all enjoy it and send me some requests 🥰

You quickly finished packing your last t shirt in the already full suitcase, putting your weight onto it so that you could zip it up fully. You were excited for the trip that timothee had planned for the two of you, giddy to finally spend some alone time with you favorite boy. “ma cherie are you almost done?” you heard timmy call out from the living room. Quickly you grabbed the final bag off the bed and scanned the room, going over a mental checklist to ensure you didn't forget anything. 

“okay i have everything, did you get everything? Do you have all the things you need? What time is it? Are we gonna be late? Oh god what if the plane leaves without us” you began to ramble, going through every worst case scenario possible. Timothee looked at you in awe, he had never seen you this nervous about anything before, he least expected it to come out right before a romantic getaway.

“angel, calm down, it’s fine let’s go to the airport we’re right on time” he smiled at you, giving you a quick kiss before he helped you with your bags and you two headed to the Uber waiting outside your shared apartment. As you helped him squeeze the luggage in you both sat in the backseat, you were so excited for the trip.

“You know we should go to Paris for our next anniversary” timmy spoke offhandedly, mindlessly playing with your hair as the movie you had chose played on the tv. “That would be fun, I’ve never been there” you smiled, looking at him briefly before your eyes settled on the screen again.

“where have you traveled to?” He questioned, curious as to all the places you’ve visited. “mmm i mean I’ve never been to Europe, i left the state a couple times for road trips but that’s about it” you replied, not thinking anything of the question. “You mean to tell me that you’ve never been to Italy?” He gasped and you laughed at his shock.

“We aren’t all stars or rich Chalamet” you suppressed laughter but one look at his facial expression caused you to burst into a fit of laughter. “That’s it im booking a flight to Italy, we can go to venice and oh we could even travel to where we filmed call me by your name! And then we could go to Rome!” He gushed, moving quickly to get his laptop.

You were excited, until you realized you had $20 in your wallet and maybe $67 in you bank account. “Timothée wait no” you spoke, rushing behind him to stop him. He turned around confused as to why you didn’t want to go.

“do you not wanna go? I thought you liked Italy? You show me videos about people going there all the time” he asked, searching your face for an answer. “I do! I’ve always wanted to go there” you stated, sighing as your gazes met. “it’s just- how am i gonna pay for my ticket? I don’t have enough money and-” before you could finish timothée cut you off.

“what makes you think you’re paying?” He grinned, running to the room to get the laptop once again. You messed with your fingers for a second, you didn’t want him to spend money on you, you’ve always felt bad about it.

“timmy no you can’t just buy me a ticket there” you spoke, walking into the room, seeing the boy sitting on the bed, legs crossed with the laptop in his lap. He furrowed his brows and replied without looking up from his screen. “Why not? You’re my girl, think of it as a present” he smiled, you opened your mouth to protest but he quickly stopped you.

“i just bought them so you can’t take it back” he beamed, you frowned for a second before he gave you the puppy eyes. Of course you couldn’t resist, you tackled him with a hug and kissed him, thanking him a million times.

And so here the two of you were, sitting in the backseat on your way to the airport, going over the loose itinerary timothée had made for the two of you once you landedin Venice. He had gone beyond what you expected to make this trip memorable despite telling him to not worry.

When you got to the airport everything went surprisingly smooth despite you being nervous the whole time. The two of you bought breakfast and ate it in the little food court, then headed to the gate which your plane would be in and played games while waiting to board.

Once the plane arrived the two of you got on, of course he had bought first class, you wanted to scold him for spending so much but as soon as you saw how excited he was you couldn’t be mad at him. “look! we get pillows and everything” he giggled, you smiled at him and nodded, equally as excited as him. The two of you ended up watching two movies, falling asleep during the second one.

You woke up first, smiling at the sight of timmy with messy hair, mouth slightly parted and cheeks lightly flushed as he slept. You decided to wait on waking him up, instead you occupied yourself by looking out the window and listening to your music.

The landing woke timothée up and he smiled at you brightly, it took him a couple minutes to really wake up, mumbling incoherently before he came fully to his senses.

As soon as you got off the plane you were excited, pulling timothée along to get out of the airport as soon as possible. When you finally got everything and exited you got into the car timothée had ordered for the two of you and headed to the hotel to unpack.

Timothée posted a picture of you staring out the window in awe onto his Instagram story, “she’s excited right now, just wait until she sees the canals” he wrote, smiling as he thought of all the pictures the two of you would take.

You expected an average hotel room, if timothée really splurged then maybe above average, you did not expect to get the presidential suite at a five star hotel. The smile on your face made everything worth it to timothée, he made sure this trip would be memorable. “Timothée Hal Chalamet! How much did you fucking spend!” You squeaked, rushing around the room to check everything on.

“That doesn’t matter, what matters is that you get changed and get ready, we’re in Venice for two days before our next stop and I have so much for us to do” he smiled, pulling you in for a kiss which you quickly returned. Resting your head on his chest you sighed, taking a Monet to let everything sink in. You’re in Italy with the love of your life. Holy shit.

Timothée had bought multiple disposable cameras for the two of you to use, wanting to develop all of them by the time you guys got back home.

Before you knew it you were wandering the streets of Venice, a permanent smile on your face as you took so many photos of the scenery and of timothée and of course together. The two of you visited the top tourist spots like Saint Marks Basilica, the both of you in awe of its beauty and laughing until your stomach hurt feeding the pidgeons.

Timothée was scared for his life when a pidgeon landed on his shoulder, immediately going stiff and begging for you to help him. You quickly pulled out your phone, recording him and zooming into his face, a face of pure fear. After you posted it you quickly shooed the pidgeon away, holding his hand and a small pidgeon landed on your shoulder and you fed it out of your free hand.

You smiled brightly at timothée who had moved away from you slightly causing you to giggle. “You laugh now but I’m gonna be the one poop free, those things are ruthless” he stated, a serious look on his face which quickly turned soft as you attempted to pet the bird on you. “Look at him he’s so cute!” You gushed, drowning as it flew away.

“Cmon sweet girl, we have a ride to catch, in the canal” he winked and you gasped, pulling him before you stopped, realizing you didn’t know where you were even going.

When the two of you arrived he helped you into the boat, it was only the two of you and the one driving the small boat, you were sitting next to each other, pointing at everything, a constant smile on both of your faces. He held your hand the whole time, most of the time looking at you rather than the sights you were in such awe of. A small smile on his face as he admired how beautiful you looked, you looked so stress free and happy and he knew everything else he had planned was so worth it if he got to see you like this.

After the ride on the canals the two of you ate at a small little restaurant, drinking some wine and talking about the days events.

“I just think it’s funny that you were that scared of the pidgeons” you giggled, and he frowned at you, “i wasn’t scared, i was just- cautious” he smirked, watching you roll your eyes at his remark.

The two of you finished dinner, walking around the now calmer streets, admiring everything at night for about an hour, kissing under streetlights and chasing one another through the streets, laughter bouncing off the buildings.

The two of you showered once you got back to the hotel and absolutely crashed after you had snuggled under the sheets. The two of you exhausted from the plane ride and walking everywhere all day.

You both woke up late in the morning to the sound of timothées alarm, you yawned, burying yourself more into timothées side, wanting ten more minutes. “Wake up mon amour i still have some stuff planned for today before we leave for Florence” he spoke softly into your hair, kissing the top of your head. He had decided to skip on taking you to Crema, deciding it would make for a good excuse to come back.

You woke up slowly, getting ready and waiting for timothée on the bed once you had finished. You were starving but you didn’t want to eat without him. You laid on your stomach and dozed off only to wake up to a now fully dressed timothée, smiling at you and kissing your nose. “let’s go eat and then we can head out” he whispered and you nodded, getting up from the bed and following him out the door.

The two of you spent the day walking around and seeing anything else you wanted, eating much too much food and buying way too many souvenirs. The day seemed to fly by and before you knew it you were headed to Florence, of course shoving all your luggage into the bus that the two of you were taking to the wonderful city. You slept most of the way while timothée read through a script for a new movie. He woke you up gently when you guys arrived, piling out along with everyone else as the two of you found the car timothée had ordered for this city, heading to yet another 5 star hotel with an amazing room.

It was late at night so the two of you only slipped into bed and set an alarm for later tomorrow morning, cuddling through the whole night, waking up once to eat some of the fruit that the hotel had given to the two of you as a gift.

The next morning the alarm went off and you quickly turned it off, placing your head on timothées chest, a smile on your face while he played with your hair.

“let’s get ready, i have something special planned, wear that one outfit you brought, you know the one that you said you’ve always wanted to wear?” He smiled, a mischievous glint in your eye. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and nodded, going to get ready.

After you finished you scrolled through your phone, replying to people and sifting through the pictures from Venice, deleting the ones which turned out bad or way too blurry. You decided to lay on your side, thinking you wouldn’t fall back asleep but you were wrong. Before you knew it you felt a gentle nudge.

“Cmon sleeping beauty i have a picnic for us” he beamed, a twinkle in his eye. You woke up quickly, a giant grin on your face as your mouth fell open. “A picnic? Oh my god this is a dream, angel you’re so amazing oh my god! I love you so much” You gushed, tackling timothée once you got off the bed and hugging him tightly, kissing him all over his face.

“i love you more ma cherie, now lets go” he smiled, opening the door for you and quickly taking your hand while walking down the halls.

You had ended up accidentally falling asleep in the car, head on timothées shoulder, he recorded you, saving it but not posting it, knowing if he did you would get him back and start a full fledged war.

As the car approached the Piazzle Michaelangelo he shook you softly, your eyes fluttered open and a small smile overtook your features. “Oh my god it’s so pretty” you gasped as the two of you stepped out of the car and onto the concrete floor, he got the picnic basket from the car as you went to save a spot on the steps. He quickly found you and opened the basket between the two of you, eating the food and making conversation, laughing and enjoying the fact that both of you were in Italy, overlooking Florence.

After sitting there for a while, cuddling and pointing things out the two of you drove into the city, excited to see everything the city had to offer. The two of you walked down the streets hand in hand, taking pictures once more and in awe of the beauty the city offered.

Of course the two of you drove all over the city visiting museums, seeing all the statues and artworks you had always admired through your phone screen. You almost wanted to cry of happiness seeing everything in person, you walked quickly in the museums, timothée barely keeping up with you as you rushed everywhere, making sure you absorbed every last detail.

Of course timothée took the typical you looking at art picture, and of course he posted it and captioned it “art looking at art” causing his fans to go feral, everyone tweeting and posting about how cute the two of you were. You held timmys hand when you realized he was dragging behind, pulling him along and forcing him to move at your speed.

“oh my god I love this painting, look at the brushstrokes! I read once that when he was painting this-” you began, going into detail about said artists life. Timothée stared at you, his chest swelling with love, a smile on his face as you went on and on about the paintings, he hung onto every word you said, loving the way your eyes lit up and the amount of emotion in your voice as you spoke of what you loved.

After you had visited the museums l, the two of you walked all over the city, taking in the culture and also taking many breaks and calling a cab to go to places he had planned to take you. Of course he set up a reservation at a fancy restaurant, eating to your hearts delight and drinking amazing wine, overseeing the bustling city as the sun set.

“i cannot believe we’re in Florence Italy” you sighed happily, looking out at the city while you sipped on your wine, timothée smiled at you. “I don’t know how I’m ever going to thank you enough angel, you really made my dreams come true” you spoke, turning towards your curly headed boyfriend and he shook his head.

“you don’t have to thank me ma cherie. I love seeing you happy, you deserve the world and I’m going to give everything i can to you, you’ve always supported me through anything and everything, you know me so well, i just love you so much” he answered. “but- you can thank me by letting me post a bunch of pictures of you everywhere” he smiled shyly, blushing slightly. You smiled brightly at him, your love for him growing. “oh baby of course” you giggled.

The next day was just as action packed, going to multiple cathedrals and basilicas which you hadn’t gotten to the day before, and then spending time in the gardens, taking so many pictures of each other, half of them turning out blurry because the two of you couldn’t stop laughing.

He held you hand the whole time, keeping you close to him the whole time, kissing you at times and always looking at you with so much love. All over Twitter and Instagram were pictures of the two of you holding hands and laughing, many of them with one of the two of you pointing at something, many of the ones with you pointing had timothée looking at you with a smile rather than what you were showing him, it gave you butterflies.

That night you headed to the hotel early, packing everything to catch the late night flight to Rome, the last destination on the trip. The two of you packed quickly, racing to see who would finish first. This made timothée sneak up behind you and unfold your tshirts, run back to his area and rush to finish, an attempt to beat you. You were one step ahead, you had hidden his shampoo so you had no problem re folding while he ran around everywhere.

“I’m done!” You announced proudly, smiling at your boyfriend and he rolled his eyes, a pout on his face. “That’s not fair! I finished before you i just lost my shampoo” he responded, you smirked at him. “Check under your pillow” his eyes went wide and raced to get it, jaw dropping when he found it. “y/n i swear one day im gonna beat you at these competitions” he huffed, pushing you playfully and you shoved him back laughing.

The two of you cuddled the whole time in the airport, attached to the hip, and napping until your flight boarded, where the two of you also slept the whole time. When you finally arrived in Rome, you both headed to the hotel, knocking out there too, excited for the next two days in Rome before returning home. The two of you only had two cameras left, it filled you with excitement to get the photos developed, knowing you would have so many pictures of him to post and an endless amount of wallapapers.

When the two of you awoke the next morning you headed out quickly, excited to spend yet another day together.

“timothée oh my god look at that dog! Do you think he speaks Italian?” You questioned, smiling at the small dog that walked past the two of you. “I’m sure he does my angel” he replied, laughing. Pulling you along the busy street, putting his arm around your waist.

The two of you marveled at the colosseum, mind running wild at the thought of people using it. “You think they ever had a concert in there?” You asked your boyfriend who giggled, “im not so sure they did my angel” you thought about someone using it today. “What if someone tried to have on in there today” you smiled and timothée quickly replied, “as soon as the speakers start blasting everything would just crumble” you laughed at the thought of someone wanting to have fun only to ruin one of the most iconic pieces of history.

The two of you walked along the streets, holding hands and swinging them back and forth, debating where to go next. “How about the pantheon?” You suggested and he nodded with a smile, “you read my mind darling.”

The two of you got there surprisingly quickly and sat down for a second, both of your guys’ feet hurting. You put your head on timmys shoulder, closing your eyes for a second, you could hear everyone talking, the sound of cars and the wind. “Are you tired mon amour?” Timothée asked, not wanting to tire you out so much, he wanted you excited and happy not tired.

“just a bit, but I’m sure it’ll leave as soon as we see the Vatican” you spoke, a smile forming on your face as you opened your eyes and looked at the brunette next to you. He kissed your cheek, getting up and extending a hand to help you up. “Let’s go see what all those shops we passed have had to offer later yeah?” He grinned and you nodded, stretching a little before falling into step with him.

The two of you arrived at the Vatican and you swear you had never felt more in awe than staring at everything inside, everything was so adorned and beautiful, even the pillars on the outside when the two of you were waiting (only for like 5 minutes) made you smile in amazement. Timothée and you kept pointing out everything, a smile on both of your faces. Both of your cheeks hurt from smiling so much but neither of you complained, too happy to care.

After the two of you walked around for a bit more you left and entered the busy streets of Rome once again, taking pictures of each other all the time and stopping to look at anything and everything. “Let’s go get something to eat” you suggested. “Oh yeah I’m starving after all that walking” he replied, pulling out his phone to find a nice place to get food.

Soon enough he found a nice spot and the two of you arrived there quickly, excited to eat. After ordering and eating the two of you sat in comfortable silence, taking the time to wind down before going back out. “can we go to the Trevi Fountain? I brought coins for us to throw in” you asked and timothée wanted to kiss you all over and hug you and never let you go because god you were so fucking cute.

“of course we can go mon amour, are you ready to go right now?” He asked and you nodded, he paid quickly before taking his hand in yours, the two of you walking slower than before, you were leaning on him slightly, he was talking about some story that had happened to him in high school. You don’t remember exactly how the story had come up but you were grateful that it had.

As the two of you continued walking hand in hand and smiling at the sights you realized that no one had disturbed the two of you this whole trip which was very surprising, but you were grateful that his fans were respectful of the two of you. “okay i told you am embarrassing story of me in high school you tell me one” he pushed and you groaned, stealing the water bottle from his hands and gulping down the drink.

“i wasn’t really embarrassing in high school, i had like five friends and we always looked out for one another, middle school i was the biggest emo alive” you shuddered thinking back to all the diary entries you had made. “I remember i wrote this one poem that was so cringe and i thought it was the best thing ever written” you cringed at the memory and he bursted our laughing, leaning into you as he did so.

“Do you still have said diary?” He questioned, a mischievous smile forming on his face, “back at my parents house yeah” you replied, narrowing your eyes at him, “but you will never lay your eyes on a single one of those pages Hal” you sternly replied, smiling as he rolled his eyes and pulled you closer to him, putting his arm around you. “We’ll see about that one” he smiled.

“oh my god! Timmy there it is!” You shrieked, energy suddenly overflowing as you ran, pulling timothee with you causing him to almost trip over his feet. You pushed through the crowd, saying excuse me and sorrys until you got the the front of the fountain. Timothée arrived a couple seconds after you, out of breath and amazed at how fast you had ran.

“ma cherie you need to slow down” he spoke, leaning over to catch him breath. You stared at the fountain in awe, a smile sprawled across you face, taking in the beauty of it all. “I can’t believe I’m really here” you whispered, timothée got up, wrapping both his arms around your waist. “Believe in my love” he smiled, kissing you on the cheek.

Suddenly you heard a crack of thunder and soon enough rain started pouring, the once crowded area was now close to empty as everyone ran for shelter, you and timothée didn’t budge, mainly because you didn’t even flinch and refused to move.

you turned to timothée, hair sticking to both of your foreheads a wild smile on your face as you dig into your pocket, looking for the coins you had brought. Quickly you handed one to timothée. “Ready?” You smiled and he nodded. “Okay, 1, 2, 3!” You shouted, the coins flipping into the water at the same time. Turning to timothée you found him smiling at you and you laughed.

“When in Rome” you said before bunching his shirt into your fist and pulling him into a kiss, you eyes shutting as rain fell around the two of you. The kiss was what you imagined the movie ones were like, passionate and loving. You smiled into the kiss before you opened your eyes and pulled away.

“you drive me crazy y/n” he whispered, a giant smile on his face as you wiped away the water from your eyes and pushed the hair out of your face. “Should we get out of the rain?” You giggled and he nodded, “probably, we don’t wanna get sick” he joked and you punched him. “Don’t fucking jinx it!” You yelled, running to the nearest shelter you could find, which so happened to be a tourist shop.

Shopping with timothée was always fun, shopping with timothée in another country was another level. He wanted to buy you everything you looked at, he would buy you at $50 shirt if you really wanted it. The two of you were dripping wet and needed to buy new clothes or else you would definitely get sick. You ended up wearing tacky tourist shirts, getting matching ones of course and buying souvenirs for everyone back home as well as a few things to decorate and to keep for yourselves.

Considering how hard it was pouring and the fact that the two of you now had wet socks you decide to call it a day and go back to the hotel room, not wanting to get sick considering tomorrow was the last day. You were glad that it was already 5 pm, you wouldn’t have missed that much that you had planned and you could easilh get to them tomorrow.

You guys quickly got into a car and made your way back to the hotel, opting on showering together. As the two of you stepped in you let out a sigh at the feeling of the warm water. You let the water rinse the two of you off before shutting it off and getting timothées shampoo, telling him to turn around so you could wash his hair.

“thank you for this whole trip baby, it’s really been a dream come true” you spoke, massaging the shampoo into his hair. “Im sorry that it rained sweetheart, i really wanted us to be able to do everything because this was supposed to be perfect and-” you frowned at him despite his back being to you. “Timothée you can’t control the weather! And even then this trip is already perfect because I’m here with you. I’m in Italy with the love of my life dammit, ive drank so much good wine and eaten even more good food! We haven’t gotten this much time alone in god knows how long, you’ve literally had a chauffeur in every city so that we didn’t have to worry about parking and you made us an itinerary! Everything about this trip has been perfect, even the hiccups in the road.” You stated, smiling at the memories the two of you had already made.

You turned the water back on to rinse the shampoo out of his hair and he smiled at you, kissing you on the forehead. “And plus, i finally got my kiss in the rain AND it was infront of the trevi fountain, how am i supposed to complain again ever?” You smiled up at him, he laughed and quickly closed his eyes as shampoo rinsed from his hair. He grabbed your shampoo and began to wash your hair, you relaxed at his touch and closed your eyes.

“I love you so much angel, you don’t even understand” he whispered, you hummed in response. He gave you a soft kiss to your neck, giving you goosebumps.

Soon enough you guys hopped out of the shower, warm and clean and changed into some pijamas, snuggling into bed and looking out of the giant window next to you. Between the sound of the rain hitting the window and timothées soft breathing, you quickly dozed off, not caring that it was only 6:30 pm and you’d probably wake up at 2 am with an insane amount of energy. Timothée asked you something,confused as to why you weren’t replying until he looked at you, a bashful smile on his face when he saw you sleeping.

“you know i love you so much, you mean the world to me mon amour, there isn’t anything i wouldn’t do for you” he whispered, brushing your hair lightly to get it out of your face. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, turning the lights off in the room before closing his eyes and drifting off the sleep alongside you.

You ended up not even waking up throughout the night, instead sleeping until early the next morning. You hadn’t realized how tired you had been until now since you were more energetic than ever, excited to get as much in on the last day.

Timothée was the one dragging you around everywhere today, determined to get through the list had made, you smiled at him as he explained everything to you, surprised at how much he knew. “When did you make this list anyway?” You asked over lunch, looking up at him after you chewed your food. “I woke up at 2am and i couldn’t sleep but i didn’t wanna wake you up so i made this list and researched everything so i can give you the full tour guide experience” he replied, a giant smile on his face as you gawked at him.

“yeah that’s it, I’m gonna marry you” you shrugged, continuing to eat as timothée blushed and kept eating. The conversation flowing easily between the two of you and a comfortable silence falling into place at times.

The day continued quickly, visiting many more sites and before you knew it your disposable camera came to an end, and 30 minutes later so did timothées as the sunset. The two of you sat down on a bench, waiting on your guys’ driver to arrive so the two of you could pack up and head home.

“i can’t believe it’s over” you smiled softly, sad that it was over but happy that it happened. “Don’t worry mon amour im sure we’ll be back soon enough” he smiled and you put your head on his shoulder. “I love you with everything I have timothée” you spoke, looking up at him from your position. He kissed your forehead gently, “i love you so much more y/n” he smiled.

The two of you once again raced to pack up, you purposefully ‘lost’ your favorite shirt and let him win, although he would always hold it against you, it didn’t matter because you would lose over and over and over again if it meant seeing the amount of joy on his face when he shouted “IM DONE” and looked over at you with an unzipped suitcase.

As the two of you were waiting at the airport gate you had to make the obligatory Instagram post, gathering pictures of the two of you together and of yourself to post, you smiled as you picked out the photos. Searching the internet to see if anyone had caught the two of you kissing in the rain in front of the fountain, which of course they had. You looked over at a napping timothée, smiling as you set the photo as your lockscreen and added it to your post, quickly you typed out your caption.

“Italian days <3”