#i’m kicking my feet and twirling my hair while asking this

[ghostiiess]

my love mine all mine - a sim jake imagine.

synopsis: in which jake decided to dance with you in his apartment kitchen at 3am while playing mitski’s songs

warnings: petnames (baby, princess)

words count: 954

type: fluff

pairing: !non-idol jake from enhypen x female reader!

author’s note: i wrote this while listening to this song… enjoy the imagine!!

english’s not my mother tongue… sorry if i made any mistakes!

You were just finishing cleaning the kitchen table where you and your boyfriend had eaten earlier in the evening when a small gesture slowly touched your back.

A soft melody you knew so well, Mitski's "My Love Mine All Mine," played in the background, adding a quiet and romantic ambiance to your boyfriend's messy apartment.

- My love...? he said so softly you thought he was whispering.

He turned you around with his hands on your hips, then gave you one of his charming smiles... Then you saw him. His white shirt was two buttons unbuttoned and looked wrinkled. He had probably forgotten to iron it... His brown hair was combed and sprayed so that nothing was out of place. His arms adorned with bracelets and his fingers with silver rings that made you fall in love all over again every time he wore them. His neat black pants, accompanied by his most beautiful black shoes, with his white shirt tucked around the belt, matched him perfectly. If you didn’t know any better, you could easily have thought he was straight out of a Cinderella movie: Jake looked like a real prince..

- Jake?

He made a face at you. He hated it when you called him that… His hand moved, letting his fingers take your left hand before spinning you around like a princess in a romantic movie, then letting go as if he hadn't evacuated the butterflies in your stomach.

- Would you dance with me, princess?" he asked, offering you his left hand, the same one he'd used to spin you around.

At that nickname, you grinned even wider, placed your right hand in his left, and watched as he led you toward the kitchen.

Still holding your hand, he stepped back a little, then moved his right knee on his left side as if he was bowing like a prince. Waiting your turn, you did the same and then saw him smile even wider. His smile was bright, brilliant, warm.

As he twirled you a second time, you saw him take your hand and place it on his hip as he intertwined your hands. As the music continued to play, Jake did a little dance step, then stopped.

- I'll try not to step on your feet...

You laughed softly, then began to dance with him. Your steps, your gestures, your dances were as majestic as swans. You moved with such grace and delicacy that you'd think the piano notes of the song were dancing with you as well.

- Do you remember that song?" he asked, and you nodded without hesitation.

Of course you do. It was the song you and Jake met to. You were studying your physics in the study hall of your school when you saw Jake come into the classroom with a wide-eyed look on his face.

‘Uh, excuse me? Do you know where Miss Catherine is? I've been looking for her since earlier, but she's nowhere to be found...' was the first sentence he said to you, before you realized that you were also waiting for her to explain the exercises. Maybe it was luck, maybe the universe had organized things so that you'd meet, but Miss Catherine had never come to explain the theory to you: Jake had. Things went on, and history was made: a friendship that turned into a love affair that seemed new, but had just passed the two-year mark last month.

- You stayed so long to help me with the theory," you replied, continuing the dance. We stayed so long that we almost got kicked out…

Your boyfriend nodded, then laughed. He twirled you once more, then kissed the palm of your hand.

- You're so beautiful, Y/N. You dance like a princess..

You smiled.

- You're dressed so elegantly, Jakey. I’m in my joggings while you’re literally wearing a prince’s outfit!

He shook his head.

- What are you talking about? You’re dressed just fine! You’re so beautiful.. I love this look on you, it might be my favourite..

While finishing his sentence, his nose moved closer to yours, and then your lips touched, causing the world to stop.

- Your lips are so soft. And...

Before Jake could continue, you rested back your lips on his. His arms moved down your back before returning to his original spot: your hips.

Your noses touched, then you saw the sweet smile Sim Jake had on his gentle face.

- I'm glad we met. I never thought I'd say this, but you're the one who brightens my day when I'm sad and makes me feel the best.

Before you could speak, Jake placed his index finger over your mouth, then shook his head.

- Shh! Let me do the talking, baby.

When he cleared his throat, his hands took yours:

- I want to keep living and dancing with you until our heads turn white and our grandchildren look at us and says ‘even at their age, their love is still strong’.

You couldn't help smiling.

- If you only knew how much I love you Y/N.

- I love you too, baby.

He placed his lips on yours, then turned you around one last time.

- As the song goes.... My love, mine, all mine...

Then, as if magnetized, your lips finished the dance together as the last notes of the song echoed through the kitchen, leaving incredible memories in your heads. It wasn't your last dance, far from it: the next one would probably be at your wedding, with the same song playing in the background, leaving your two smiles as the only source of light.

[mysicklove]

sooooo what r the girlies (gn) being for halloween?

[moonpetrichors-blog]

AHHH HIHII!! i luv ur work it literally has me twirling my hair and shi, i was wondering if u could write a neteyam x navin reader where the reader is like playing with tuk and neteyam realizes he was in love with reader on the spot the whole time and he could imagine like a future with the reader aswell?? TYSM I LOVE UR WRITING SM

Something About You

Tags: Neteyam x Omaticaya!Reader, Fem!Reader, Fluff, Crush Blush, Longing Look, Tuk is The Best Wingman, Good With Kids

Warnings: None

One afternoon, Neteyam had to watch over his youngest sister. You insisted on accompanying him, and he agreed, not minding the extra help. As you played with Tuk, the thought crossed Neteyam's mind that suddenly, you might just be the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.

EIOEWGHOEH EVERYTIME I SEE ASKS LIKE THIS I START GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET LMAOO 😭😭 this idea is super lovely, and tysm for the support, happy new years btw ♥♥ also if u look at the title, I based it off the eyedress song 🤭 italics are Neteyam’s thoughts btw!!

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Neteyam sighed as he followed you and his sister. His parents had requested him to watch after her today, and you had overheard their chat. You asked Neteyam if you could accompany him because you enjoyed playing with Tuk, and he concurred. He's never been sure what his little sister liked to do, so your assistance was greatly appreciated.

Tuk squeezed your hand as you guided her towards the woods. The sun was shining brilliantly, and the foliage was soaking up the warmth. The trees were golden in hue, and you eventually found a large expanse of grass for you and Tuk to romp in.

Neteyam selected a tree to relax against, and settled comfortably while you and Tuk traveled only a little further away. He looked at you both, laughing and spinning around the woodland.

Neteyam was frightened for a moment and nearly leapt out of his seat when you lifted up Tuk to toss her into the air, but he calmed down when he saw how effortlessly you retrieved her again. He cannot help but be concerned about his siblings' welfare, but he knows you're excellent with children. You'd never do anything that would harm them.

Tuk's laugh resonated through the treetops as she pleaded with you to throw her again. She appeared to be having fun, but you suddenly realized that Neteyam must be bored sitting alone and observing.

You caught Tuk once more and gently lowered her on the grass. “Neteyam, why don’t you come here and play with us?”

He shook his head, and smiled. “I’m okay.”

You shrugged, and continued to play with his little sister.

...

You ultimately grew tired of tossing Tuk into the air, so you devised a brilliant plan.

“Tuk, why don’t I decorate your braids?”

She seemed perplexed for a moment, before you clarified that you were going to pick out some flowers to put in her hair. Her eyes sparkled at the thought, and she, of course, answered yes.

Tuk was seated in your lap as you meticulously ornamented her braids with an assortment of various, colorful flowers you had gathered. Neteyam maintained his gaze from a distance, and he began to grin to himself. He thought to himself that you were wonderful with kids, and his smile only grew even wider when Tuk gazed into her reflection in a nearby waterhole.

She giggled with delight at her enhanced appearance. “Thank you so much Y/N!”

Because she was so adorable, you pinched her cheeks.

Tuk scrunched up her nose, recoiling from the action. “Let me put flowers in your braids too!”

You agreed with a nod and sat down in front of her. You failed to notice Neteyam's intense stare at you as Tuk adorned your tresses with the leftover blossoms. The sunlight cascaded over you so sweetly that you gleamed like a gift from Eywa herself. Neteyam couldn't believe he'd never noted how stunning you were, and the feeling was further accentuated by the flowers in your hair. He massaged his burning cheeks with his palm; was he blushing?

Tuk's amusement at using you as her personal doll unabated, and the one idea orbiting Neteyam's short-circuiting mind, aside from how you looked straight out of his dreams, was how natural you were with children. Would you behave similarly with your children together, too?

Wait, what?

He had to mentally scold himself for thinking such a thing. Even though it felt improper to envisage it with you because you were only a friend, he couldn't peel the gaze of burning desire away from you. His brain begged him to suppress these feelings, but his heart and blazing cheeks revealed a different story.

His heart stopped. When you decided to turn around, you met his eyes that refused to look away. Neteyam sucked in a breath, fearful for a moment that you could see into his thoughts. He released a sigh of relief as you merely cracked a smile towards him, not knowing how he was really staring at you.

Then another terrifying thought had crossed his mind. Had he always liked you?

You veered away from Tuk to catch a glimpse of your reflection in the waterhole as Neteyam battled with himself internally. You clasped your hands together, praising Tuk on her work, and hugged her warmly. She was scooped up again and twirled around.

You sidled up to Neteyam after you had laid Tuk down, scratching the back of your neck. The sunshine from behind your figure seeped into his vision as he stared up at you through his thick lashes. He didn't mind that he could only see you.

You looked at him sheepishly. “How do I look?”

He snapped out of his reverie, and stuttered for a moment before registering that you asked him a question.

“So pretty.”

As you looked straight at him stupidly, he threw his palm over his mouth. You were both matching blushes as you were suddenly feeling blisteringly hot. Tuk giggled from behind you, her eyes narrowed at her brother.

It didn't help that she was whispering 'Neteyam's got a cruushh...'

Damn that child.

You turned around to hear what she said, and out of your peripheral vision, Neteyam lifted his fist at her, mouthing for her to quit speaking. When your gaze met hers you arched an eyebrow, but she had already closed her mouth and remained serious. She cracked an innocent smile at you.

You looked back at Neteyam, and decided that all of a sudden you had very, very important obligations to attend to at that moment.

“Well, I think I should get home now, haha!”

Neteyam stood up abruptly, laughing nervously. He was chanting in his head to speak confidently.

He stuttered instead. “Oh, me too, haha! Me and Tuk should be meeting with our parents again.”

You couldn't stop giggling uncontrollably like idiots, and while you were heading in opposite directions, you unintentionally bonked heads. He groaned in pain as he touched the tender region on his forehead, but apologized profusely when he noticed that you were also afflicted.

You couldn't bear how mortified you were, so you let out a torrent of apologies and hurried out of the woodland as swiftly as you could. You couldn't believe Neteyam had declared you were pretty!

In your wake, you left behind a trail of flowers. Neteyam discreetly grabbed and pocketed one. You know, for safekeeping.

There was just something about you.

[daistea]

I need to make that man jealous. I need to see him riled up. I need to see him lose his cool. I need to be the center of his focus. Kicking my feet, twirling the phone cord, rolling over in bed, giggling, like "What do you think he'd do to me if he found out?"

I got u. rubs my filthy trash hands together 

3,700ish words

tw violence, mildly unhealthy relationship dynamics, language, slightly suggestive, Fleki

gn reader x mithrun, established relationship

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 There are layers to Mithrun’s possessiveness.

Layer 1: Caution

You looked nice. Too nice. While Mithrun had a habit of staring, he never gawked. To gawk would imply a certain sort of pathetic desperation. Mithrun was desperate for you, but not pathetically so. 

How you looked at that moment was gawk-worthy, though. He only tilted his head, gaze roaming over your body as you leaned on the dining table, organizing your belongings. Your legs, your hair, your chest, your arms, your shoulders, your back, your—

It wasn’t acceptable.

“You’re going to Cithis’s house, you said?” Mithrun asked. His voice was level, even, with no betrayal towards the slowly growing flame burning within him.

You nodded and sent him a smile, “Yeah. Did you change your mind about coming?”

Yes? No. Mithrun felt himself tense, “I’ll think about it.”

He had zero interest in a party. He had zero interest in drinking and listening to people chatter all night. What he was interested in, though, was keeping an eye on you.

Mithrun’s fist clenched. He dug his nails into his palm, causing a light sting to run through his nerves. You dressed like that for this party? He trusted you to behave, but he didn’t trust anybody else. The thought of people looking at you, their eyes raking down you; the thought of others desiring you… It filled him with a taut, vibrating anger. He was a rope pulled too tightly, about to snap.

Mithrun was definitely going to that party, and he’d stay by your side the entire time. With his arms around you and his gaze roaming the room, nobody would dare bother you.

He won’t get into fights, usually, he won’t be dramatic or loud, but you know when he’s feeling possessive. He gets a dark look in his eye, he holds you tightly, he watches people like a wolf stalking a rabbit. His expression and vibes are usually enough to scare away potential threats.

Mithrun isn’t jealous out of insecurity. He’s jealous because you’re one of his few desires and he refuses to lose you to anyone. Simple.

He’s very shameless about it. 

The next layer to his jealousy/possessiveness is slightly more intense, though, and a bit more rare. 

Layer 2: Enter At Your Own Risk 

The streets of Melini were more crowded as of late. New people had come to check out the nation, and it made shopping for simple groceries difficult. 

You’d given Mithrun the task of locating the vegetable stand. He went without question, doing as you asked and slipping through the sea of bodies. With a moment to yourself, you hitched your woven basket into the crook of your elbow and inspected the fabrics stall. The little house you shared with Mithrun needed new curtains. 

 You ran a finger over a certain fabric, admiring the weave pattern. Yet, a shadow cast itself over the stall and a sudden presence to your right stole away your attention. 

 “Hey,” a man said. You looked up to meet his eyes. He was just a guy, perhaps his smile was a little too confident, but he seemed relatively normal. “You wanna know what material I’m wearing?”

Not particularly. But before you could reply, the man continued, “It’s called boyfriend material. Wanna touch?”

That had to be the worst pick up line you’d ever heard. Should you even dignify it with a response? You felt your expression twist into one of disgust without realizing it. And the man tensed as he noticed his lack of success.

“Let me try again!” He pleaded, “I promise, I’m a nice guy, I just wanted to make you laugh. I saw you from across the street and I think you’re beautiful. I couldn’t not talk to you, you know? I just had—“

You didn’t hear the rest of his words. Your focus immediately turned to the approaching storm. It was like watching dark clouds roll in, hearing thunder shake the world. 

Mithrun lifted his chin a little. He clenched his fist. In his other arm were several potatoes, exactly what you asked him to get. The breeze ruffled his hair. It was the worst kind of anger in his eye, the calm kind. Mithrun’s head was clear. He knew precisely what he was doing. 

Slowly, you shook your head, shooting him a warning look.

Mithrun ignored you. 

He stalked closer as his good eye narrowed. His nose wrinkled just a little, betraying his fury. His shoulders were tense and his knuckles were white as he picked up and potato and—

“No!” You commanded. Mithrun froze, obeying you, but he didn’t look happy about it. The flirty guy also froze with wide eyes.

“No?” The guy asked.

“Not you,” you hissed, then pointed at Mithrun who stood behind the guy, a potato in his hand and only inches away from the guy's back. “Mithrun, I swear to god, if you use your teleporting magic to switch out someone’s literal beating heart with a potato again, I’m making you sleep outside tonight.”

Mithrun was pissed. But he knew you meant it. He turned his gaze onto you, challenging you, daring you to stop him. You maintained eye contact, refusing to back down. He could not brutalize the people of Melini just because they thought you were pretty. The guy was annoying, but innocent. 

Finally, Mithrun’s jaw clenched, but he backed down. He lowered the potato of death and took a step away. The flirty guy was staring at him with wide, terrified eyes.

Mithrun nodded his head to the left, “Go.”

“Yes sir!” The man said before scurrying away.

You knew your boyfriend was going to spend the next few hours a bit grumpy, a bit clingy and touchy, but… You actually didn’t mind that. It sent a thrill, a heat, up your spine.

He’ll calm down in a bit. It’s just offensive that someone would even try to take you.

Of course, you remind him that that’s unreasonable. That guy had no idea you were already in a relationship. 

Mithrun does not give a damn about reason and logic right now.

He can be a little scary. It’s nice…

Level 4: The Danger Zone

Due to being a loyal partner, purposefully making Mithrun jealous was not on your agenda. He would never do that to you, you’d never do that to him. It was cut and dry. Simple. 

Except, an old friend of yours was visiting Melini and had sent you a letter to announce his arrival. The handwriting on the letter was familiar, filling you with warm nostalgia. You hadn’t realized that you were smiling at his sweet words until Mithrun’s voice tore you from your thoughts. 

“Are they announcing another sale at the bakery?” He asked. It almost didn’t sound like a question with how flat his tone was. 

You looked up to see him in the kitchen nearby, his back to you as he slowly chopped at a green onion. His hair was pulled into a stubby ponytail, but locks of white still fell around his cheeks. You swore, sometimes that elf had eyes in the back of his head. 

“You think I’d be smiling like this at a sale announcement?” You asked dryly. 

“Yes, actually.”

He was right. You hated it when he was right. 

You always told Mithrun the truth, there were no secrets on your end. Mithrun, of course, had his little secrets that you would eventually discover. Like the time you desperately wanted a very pretty coat in the store, but someone else had already bought it, and Mithrun had Cithis brainwash the buyer into giving it to you. For months, you wore that coat thinking ‘wow how nice that they just gave it to me!’ 

Or the time the sequel to one of your favorite books was delayed. And Mithrun disappeared for two days without notice, then came back with an unbound manuscript of the book. You asked how he got it, he said he ‘knows a guy.’ In reality, he broke into the author’s house and stole the manuscript. 

The man was dedicated, you could give him that. 

Yet he kept secrets. Mithrun’s moral compass didn’t always point North and he didn’t care enough to fix it. You thought it was cute half the time, other times it caused a bit of trouble. In the case of your old friend, it would only cause trouble. 

So, for once, you decided to keep a secret. 

“No, it’s actually a sale at the butcher’s,” you lied, “buy one get one free on pork.”

Mithrun hummed in thought, “We could stock up and do a special on pork ramen.”

“We could do that, yeah.”

You hated lying. Now you had to somehow acquire an obscene amount of pork for the shop. 

You decided to tackle that challenge later. For now, your friend would be arriving soon, and you had to figure out how to meet him without raising suspicion. 

No matter how hard you try, suspicion rises like the tide. 

Mithrun isn’t paranoid about what you do in your time away from him. He has the tendency to be a bit codependent, but resists that urge (Kabru told him it was unfair to both of you to put all of his happiness on your shoulders. He begrudgingly agreed. Stupid Kabru and his stupid emotional intelligence.)

So, you go to do your thing. Whatever. He busies himself with one of his weird little hobbies, but Mithrun has a certain instinct for trouble. Something inside of him is telling him to beware, making him antsy. He doesn’t like these new feelings brought on by having a desire for you. It makes his knee bounce and his fingers restless. 

He looks at the fireplace. In the hearth, there’s the corner of a piece of parchment. Why was there parchment in the fireplace? Were you burning papers? Letters?

You were smiling so sweetly at the mail earlier…

He’s up and stalking across the house within seconds, out the door and into the streets of Melini. 

 Perhaps you were too trusting. Perhaps you were naive. Perhaps you were stupid. 

Ages ago, this particular old friend asked to marry you. You refused, of course, because you weren’t ready to get married and you didn’t feel that way about him. He asked again. And again. And again. It was annoying, but you decided to stay his friend because of your history together. 

Now that you had taken a moment to look back on said history, you realized…

This old friend had been trying to court you for years. 

“I heard you have a partner,” your friend said. His smile was tight and the grip on his utensil was even tighter. 

You forced a smile, “Yeah. Mithrun. He’s great.”

“Tell me about him.”

Where to start with Mithrun? It was a safe subject, at least. Your old friend knew about your relationship and would hopefully respect it. 

“Well, he’s—”

Your friend interrupted, “Is he handsome?”

Odd, but not unexpected. You nodded, “Yeah, I mean, he’s an elf so I don’t know if handsome is the right word. More like absurdly beautiful.”

Friend tensed in his chair. You saw his shoulders roll as if he was preparing himself for a fight. “Cool. Cool. Is he funny? Does he make you smile? Does he kiss good?”

You were definitely too trusting and naive. 

“Yes to all?”

“Is he good in bed?”

Your hands shot up as if you could physically repel the questions, “I don’t really want to talk about that.”

“You don’t want to talk about your boyfriend?” Friend asked, his eyes widening, “I thought you loved him. Is there perhaps trouble in paradise? You know you can always vent to me about it. I’m a shoulder to cry on.”

Had your friend always been like this? Surely not. You had good times together. There was that one time he made you laugh so hard you choked on water and he got so scared that he gave you the heimlich. Sure, his hands weren’t in the right place for the heimlich, instead landing on your chest, but—

Oh Lord. He’s always been this bad. 

With your food uneaten and a churning in your stomach, you began to stand up from your seat. “I don’t think this was a good idea, honestly.”

His eyes widened again, “Really? I think it’s a great idea. I came all the way to Melini to see you!”

“Yeah, that’s the problem. Listen, our lives have changed and I’m with Mithrun now and—”

Friend shot out of his seat, rounding the edge of the table before you could back away. His face was desperate and he was already breathing heavily. Nearby, the welcome bell rang as someone stepped into the cafe, but the usually pleasant noise was muffled to your ears. Friend put his hands where they didn’t belong, on your waist. That was Mithrun’s spot, that’s where Mithrun's hands went. He yanked you close and dread filled your chest.

This couldn’t be happening. 

His lips were on yours. You tried to pull away, your eyes squeezing shut. His grip was strong and your mind was racing with panic. Your hands landed on his chest to push him back and—

He ripped himself away. Or, rather, he didn’t rip himself, but he was ripped, like a yanked-off bandage. You opened your eyes to see Mithrun, and relief instantly flooded your system. 

But the calming, warm waters of your relief drained as you noticed the look on Mithrun’s face. He was naturally rather blank most of the time, yet at the moment, his good eye was narrowed, his mouth twisted into a scowl. He held your friend by his hair, ignoring the complaints and pleas and insults from the man. Without warning, Mithrun yanked on the man’s hair and began dragging him through the restaurant. It didn’t matter if your friend was bigger than your boyfriend, Mithrun had more strength and determination and sheer will to kick his ass. 

People gasped and watched with wide eyes. Someone panicked. Waiters and workers approached slowly. Yet, the situation resolved itself. Mithrun pushed the door open, the bell rang cheerily, and he yanked your struggling ‘friend’ out into the street. 

Your heart clenched. It felt as if someone had wrapped their cold fingers around your organs and squeezed. Your legs moved before you could give it a second thought, and you were out the door and chasing down your boyfriend instantly. 

Mithrun had dragged the man into a nearby alleyway and thrown him against the wall. Your ‘friend’ was on the ground, hands coming up to hold his aching head. Mithrun knelt down to wrap his fingers around his neck and—

“Stop right this instant!” You yelled. 

He froze, his eye widening. His hair was a mess and his pupils small with focus. Slowly, he stood up straight, taut like a bowstring being pulled. “Why?”

“Because I said so!” Your throat hurt from how desperately you’d yelled.

“That’s not a very good reason," he retorted through clenched teeth.

“Mithrun,” you seethed, “You cannot just grab people by their hair and drag them around.”

His expression darkened, “He kissed you. Against your will, I’m presuming.”

“Of course it was against my will!” You couldn’t help but wave your arms, a little manic and all-too-aware of the gathering crowd in the street behind you. “But that doesn’t mean you can brutalize him!”

Mithrun tilted his head and looked at you as if you were a child spouting nonsense. “Of course it does.”

“Make him pee his pants!” Someone yelled from the crowd.

“Pee his pants!” Someone else repeated.

“Pee! Pee! Pee!”

“Alright,” Mithrun agreed and turned his attention back to your ‘friend’, who was looking around as if he couldn’t believe what he’d been dragged into, terrified and shivering slightly. 

“Do not make him pee his pants,” you commanded, “I swear to the Gods I will—”

“Twist his dick!” Someone yelled.

Since when did the people of Melini get so violent? You glanced over your shoulder only to see that Fleki had arrived and was encouraging the act of dick twisting. Of course. 

“The ol’ dick twist!” She yelled again. 

Enough. That would’ve made you crack up under any other circumstances, but frankly you had no desire to see your boyfriend twist another man’s dick. Mithrun, being himself, was already kneeling down with the intent of twisting. You stomped up to him, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and yanked him away. He allowed it, only making a light noise of surprise and stumbling after you. 

The further you pulled him, the less you could hear of the crowd. They expressed their disappointment, but seemed to be dispersing, unwilling to follow you and Mithrun into the darker parts of the alleyway. You rounded the corner of a building and noted that it was filled with crates and relatively clean. A perfect place to have a fight with one’s partner. 

Mithrun read your mind. He straightened up and pulled from your grip, then folded his arms over his chest and glared--- which wasn’t very different from his usual expression if not for the slight narrowing of his good eye and the hard set of his jaw. 

You returned the look. Unwilling to back down, you met his ink-black gaze and lifted your chin. 

The air thickened. It felt as if your blood had started to thrum, to vibrate within your veins. A rock lodged itself in your throat as you forced yourself to hold the gaze. No backing down. You refused. It had been a horrible day so far and Mithrun’s murderous intent did not make it any better. 

(That was a lie.)

(You didn’t want to acknowledge it, but you wanted him so badly.)

Eventually, Mithrun broke the silence, a rare act on his part in these kinds of situations. “Don’t tell me you actually care about him.”

Your blood thrummed a little higher and you felt a heat rise within your stomach, though whether that heat was from pleasure or anger you weren’t quite sure. “He was my friend at some point, though I’m not sure why. The problem here is moreso that you can’t drag people around by their hair and attack them.”

“He kissed you,” Mithrun hissed through grit teeth. 

“And that sucked, honestly,” you admitted, “but he’s just a pathetic loser.”

“Is this the same guy that’s been in love with you for years?”

You blinked in surprise, “What? I’ve only recently figured that out. How did you know?”

His gaze flattened, “Every story you’ve told me about him gave it away.” Of course. Your cheeks felt warm and you did your best to avoid his quickly intensifying stare. When you had no response, Mithrun continued, “Why did you hide from me that he was coming to visit? Did you like that he kissed you?”

An unpleasant flash of horror crossed through your chest and you gasped, “Of course not!”

Did he even need to ask that? It was absurd. Yet, Mithrun took one slow step toward you. It was the calculated approach of a wild animal on the hunt. Without realizing it, you took one step back. 

Another step forward, and you backed up. Two seconds later, your back hit the wall and Mithrun uncrossed his arms. He pressed his palms flat against the brick on either side of your head.

“I think,” his voice lowered, “that you subconsciously knew he wanted you, that you’ve always known, and that I would be angry at you going to meet him.”

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Heat flared in your lower abdomen and you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. He was so close and you were so weak. 

“Why would I do that?” You managed to ask, though your voice was strained.

“Exactly,” Mithrun said, gravel in his tone. “Why would you do that?”

Curses ran through your mind. The one time you keep a secret from Mithrun, and it ends like this. You’re never doing that again. 

One of his hands left the wall and instead trailed up your waist, slow and savoring. His good eye flickered down to your neck and you had the urge to tilt your head as if to offer him a bite. The thought of him sinking his teeth into you, his body pressed against yours… You were on fire. 

Perhaps you might do this again, on occasion. It could be fun. 

The brick wall was cold on your back. Mithrun’s stare was colder. He leaned in, holding himself up against the wall with one hand, his other hand digging into your hips as if he wanted to sink his fingers through your skin and grip your bones. Harshly, he yanked you closer as his lips crashed against yours. He might’ve drawn a little blood with his teeth. You might’ve had the urge to melt into him. Your legs might’ve almost given out if he hadn’t held you up. 

The heat was consuming. Mithrun’s touch was rough, his kiss hard and laced with the intent to prove a very important point. Every inch of his being was focused on you in that moment. Every ounce of him was yours, and he was determined to prove that you were his in return. He broke the kiss but wasted no time in attacking your neck, hot breath fanning over your skin, teeth and lips scraping down the length and to the curvature where it was most sensitive. As you made an involuntary noise, his grip only tightened. 

And there it was, what you’d been waiting for. He sunk his teeth in. Heat pulsed through your body and you couldn’t help but gasp. You felt what might’ve been his lips upturning into a little smile against your neck. 

But Mithrun suddenly pulled away and blinked, and stared, and let out a soft exhale. The heat died like water dousing a flame. You stared back. He didn’t look ruffled in the least. His cheeks were pale as always, his eyes dull. The only sign that you’d been kissing was the light sheen on his lips. Meanwhile, you were a complete mess. You could only guess how you looked at that moment. Judging by how his eye flickered up and down your body, it was probably a sight. 

Mithrun pulled back. He stood up straight and walked away casually. 

“Where–” the words lodged in your throat and you had to force them out, “Where’re you going?”

He raised a hand as he walked, “The butcher actually is having a sale on pork. I need to get some before he closes.”

Without him to hold you up, you slowly sunk to the ground, pulling your knees to your chest. 

No more secrets, you decided, feeling especially dead inside as you stared at a nearby crate. No more secret keeping. 

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

hello lovie🫶🏻 as of the past mmm three days I’ve been coming back to your account and reading your tan fics, they’re just SO good!! I couldn’t help but maybe put in a request?? I’m not quite sure if you’ve done one of these before, but would it be too much trouble to do a sort of hurt/comfort type fic, where tan comes back from a mission absolutely tattered and beaten and reader instantly helps mend his wounds?? Idk what it is but I’m an absolute WHORE for these kind of fics. omg and reader uses rubbing alcohol on his cuts and stuff and he starts wincing and she goes “sorry, it’ll hurt” and he retorts with “really?? hadn’t noticed” or something like that HSJSKSN and throughout this WHOLEEE thing he’s just staring at her so lovingly and eventually they both lean in to kiss SJJWW IM SORRY BUT HES JUST SO AHHHHH😭🫶🏻🫶🏻lysm girlie, your writing makes me literally kick my feet, giggle and twirl my hair🫶🏻🫶🏻

hii omg omg thank you cutie!!!🤍 done a fair few of these but I love the wound cleaning trope ESPECIALLY with tan! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

CUTS AND SCRAPES.

tangerine x reader (gn) — fluff

word count. 790

!! blood mentions

No matter how late it would be when Tangerine returns home, you'd still wake to the sound of the front door softly closing - the sluggish footsteps of your lover creeping inside. And without fail, you would find yourself stepping down those stairs to greet him with a sweet, welcoming smile.

Though tonight —well, extremely early morning— when you heard him come through the front door, instead of hearing his usual exasperated sighs, you heard groans - like he was in pain. And without missing a beat, you followed that noise, feet cascading down the steps to check he was okay.

You find him in the kitchen, leaning over the island - dampening a cloth in the sink. 

"What happened to you?" you ask, voice quiet as you look over his face - taking note of the cuts, bruises and the crusted, dried-bloody state of a nose. "You okay?" 

"In fuckin' agony," he mumbles, wincing when he places the cloth to his forehead. 

You walk around to meet him behind the island and reach into the cupboard under the sink, picking up one of the many med-kits around the house. Collecting a bag of frozen peas, you nod Tangerine over to the kitchen table, gesturing for him to sit in front while you lay the kit and bag on the surface.

He follows suit - taking a seat and scooching the chair closer to you, placing the bag of peas over his knuckles.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you ask, trying to ease him. You look up at him, turning your eyes away from the contents in the first aid kit - trying to gauge his response. "You don't have to... but it might help though."

He shakes his head faintly, sniffling in his usual mannish way. "No, I'm good, love," he dismisses.

You only nod, accepting that he'll come to you when he's ready. You slip on a pair of medical gloves and tear open an antiseptic wipe, hesitantly reaching for the cut on his forehead. "You ready?" you ask, pushing back a messy, unkempt curl with your free hand.

"Not particularly."

His apparent unease about the wound cleaning was almost endearing - it was oddly humanising to see the vulnerability in his usual cold assassin shell. Or the bravado he often puts on around others.

"I'll be gentle," you say, voice almost distracted as you carefully run the point of the cloth around the cut - cleaning it. 

His face grimaces, his features pulling together uncomfortably. 

"Sorry, this bit hurts," you try to comfort him, eyes glued on his forehead. 

He hums shortly, the noise like an unamused 'humph.' "Ya'think? Hadn't noticed— fuck."

"You moved, I'm sorry. Keep still." 

He exhales harshly, attempting to pull himself together. He prods the bag of peas with his other hand, trying to use it as a distraction as you finish up with his cut. 

"Nearly done," you say, laying a plaster flat over his wound - soothing the sticky edges over his skin. You press a kiss into your finger and stamp it onto the covered dressing. "There we go."

Without thinking otherwise, you move on and attend to the other mild injuries - his knuckles up next. You remove the peas, placing them on the table while you slip your hand under his beaten one, holding his palm in your hand. 

"Looks like you got a few licks in," you joke, nodding to his bruised, cut-up fist. 

"Just a few," he jests, mindlessly grazing his fingers over the back of your hand - caressing you. 

You laugh faintly, the sound amused. You run the damp cloth over his knuckles, cleaning up the residual flecks of red he tried to clean earlier.

Unbeknownst to you —your attention solely on his hand— he's looking at you, his expression like that of admiration. Half-lidded eyes scan you attentively, watching the way you care for him. 

"Thank you," he says, words gentle. 

You hum, peering up from his hand to look at him. 

"I mean it," he emphasises, holding onto your gaze when you try to glance back down. 

You squeeze his hand gently and press a kiss to his knuckles. Lips against his skin as you whisper. "I know."

And just as you're about to release his hand, his other moves to cup the side of your face - his grip light and tender as he pulls you in for a kiss. He lingers longer than necessary —longer than usual— as if to soak in the feeling of being back home and safe. 

You pull away first, resting your forehead against his brow bone. "I missed you."

He thumbs over your cheek, his hold still faint on your face. "Missed you."

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

hello! i’m love your post and arts so much! I look at your posts after a hard day and my mood immediately changes to excellent. can I ask a couple of questions?

which pairing with Ethan do you prefer?

and… can we get to know you better? a little biography?

Thank you for your time! I'll be waiting for new arts! (sorry if i made mistakes, my english is not so good. im russian)

i like basically every ship with ethan! it mostly depends on the mood im in, but if im being honest, mithan, winterfield, and wintersberg gets frustrating to think about because they all dont treat ethan well canonically... lethan is fun because they have never met and i can make my own assumptions!

i used to like wintersberg the most and i still do like it, i just have expanded my horizons to other ships as well...., its mostly like a punchline to me though. they have the funniest potential which is why a majority of their posts is just joke comics. i do not like how people try to erase how karl is arrogant and egotistical tho. thats like removing the flavor.... the way karl acts is just very funny to me, hes so lame in a good way and i like how everytime he talks to ethan it sounds like hes twirling his hair and kicking his feet. canonically speaking, karl was very much in the wrong for trying to use rose and not elaborating and i will die on this hill. ethan is not in the wrong for being disgusted and angry that karl would ever try and propose that in the deal. karl is very arrogant so when ethan says no to him it makes him mad and he tries to use fear to get ethan to take his deal (kicking his chair and warning him) i like karl, i like how messed up and arrogant he is but i dislike how people try to portray him as a nice guy. however, in a AU where everythings the same except he doesnt try to use rose i do enjoy the dynamic they could have, especially if the teamed up (not with the deal where they use rose. ethan wouldnt agree unless karl never involved rose in the first place). karl is just a very entertaining character and i like him a lot, hes funny and his personality can be extremely hilarious

mia and ethan is pretty tragic and thinking about it too much makes me a bit sad, imo in a reality where ethan survives re8, he needs to divorce mia. im not saying ethan needs to hate mia and never talk to her again i just dont think they should be so intimate together because of her behavior... please do not take this as anti mia. they loved each other dearly but it wasnt healthy. their relationship was kept afloat by lies and mia doesnt change even though she deals with the consequences of her own actions in re7. she actively tries to hide her past from ethan and is mostly focused on trying to move on and have a normal life even if ethan will have to live the rest of his life in the dark.

she loves her family so much, shes very afraid of them leaving her so she hides all the bad things in the hopes that they wont leave. its selfish, its human, its real, her character is so amazing and i love her. she doesnt learn from re7 and hides important information from ethan again. i geniunly think they should have gotten divorced after re8 if ethan had survived. its tragic and its sad but they love each other so much. it sad because they both geniunly love rose so much but they themselves shouldnt be together. its just sad to think about it. whenever i draw them it usually takes place before re7. they should have divorced on good terms and shared custody of rose.........

ethan and chris is also frustrating to think about... chris is a major jerk in re8, whenever i draw it, its under a unspoken AU that chris did not behave the way he did in re8. his weird behavior in re8 is probably for a meta reason imo. capcom wanted to set up a twist villian so they make chris very vague and unesscarily cruel. while its frustrating that they turned chris into a jerk for the sake of a twist, it still happens in canon and i will forever roll my eyes whenever i see him on screen. he did what he thought was best but imo, execution matters more than the intentions. same applies to mia. they both did things that hurt ethan because they thought it would be the best but in the end they just hurt ethan.

all the ships ive discussed with people ethan has met canonically just makes it look like i dont even like the ships... LOL ... ethan just has horrible luck with the people he meets i guess... but i do enjoy the ships and drawing them, but again all of them come with the canon baggage that ends up making me sad because everyone treats ethan poorly whether they had good intentions or not

which is why leon and ethan is the most fun to draw without getting stressed... LOL... they have never met but just drawing what i think their dynamic would be like is very fun.

please dont take this post personally, this isnt a post declaring why ur fave ship sucks, this is just my own personal preferences and in the end i draw all of them anyways

if i had to rank the ships based on drawing silly comics it would be

wintersberg

mithan

lethan

winterfield

wintersberg has the funniest potential just because of karl and mithan can be funny if u water it down to "i love my wife so much" and said wife comes home with suspicious amounts of hard cash

i enjoy making joke comics far to much

if i were to rank the ships based on how healthy they would actually be for ethan it would be

lethan

winterfield, mithan, wintersberg (no particular order)

sorry 😭

leon and ethan have literally never met but imo it would still be the healthiest because ethan gets to start new

the three other ships r all unhealthy in some way, at least canonically without changing much about the characters (i do like winterfield but just because of how chris behaved in re8 it knocked them down)

i cant even rank them on personal preference because my opinion changes so often 😭 it changes based on discussions i have with my friends or recent art i see that inspires me... me and my friends recently had a discussion about mia and ethans relationship which made me very frustrated and sad with mia so i defiently wouldnt be drawing them anytime soon... meanwhile i hvae been talking to a friend who really likes winterfield often so the conversations we have give me art ideas and i end up drawing it more. if a friend of mine really enjoyed wintersberg or lethan and talked to me about it often id probably start drawing it more, the joys of being a multishipper

it changes a lot based on how im feeling and if im in the mood to draw something funny or something serious

sorry u asked a really simple question and i responded with a essay

and a little bit about myself is that i go by crumb, i am 18 and i go by all pronouns and prefer it/its

im vietnamese and live in texas

i made this tumblr acc solely so i could post my ethan art and im a re7/re8 girly so if ur here waiting for me to draw the re1-re6 characters im sorry u should probably expect nothing

i also make personal animations sometimes which u can find here

thanks for the ask and sorry for the rant!

[sunnitheapollokid]

SUNNI CAN I REQUEST A LEO X READER TYYYY 💗💗💗

🩰┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。DANCING WITH FIRE ➳♡゛

leo valdez x ballerina!reader blurb <3

📬 sunni’s notes : HI ARTIST!! OF COURSE!! i didn’t know what specific fic you wanted, but i just thought about this (bc i too am a dancer i fucking love dancing but it’s such a pain in the booty my legs and feet always feel like shit after.) AND I JUST FEEL LIKE LEO WITH A DANCER. WOULD BE SO. KENSJSBNA. i just feel like he would be so supportive. also i’m thinking of doing hoo sevens some headcanons and cabin headcanons what do you guys wanna see first?!? okay, lub you!!

(name) groaned, as she massaged the sole’s of her feet. “oh titan..” she mumbled, tucking a lose strand of her hair out of her face and behind her ear.

finishing her last class of the week, she felt the weight lift off her shoulders. “later, (nickname)!” a few of her friends from that class waved, their sportsbag slinged over their shoulders.

“bye girls!!” she beamed. the quiet silence of the mirrored room got to (name)’s head quickly, she took her phone out and plugged it into the speaker. she played any one of her favorite songs.

she stretched and exterted her body to until she felt warmed up, and she twirled, spinned, gracefully. the flows of her tiny silk skirt dancing with her and the wind, with a chasse and a flick of a kick—

“princessa?”

the voice of her boyfriend’s echoed the room, the sweet honey smile of his lighting up the already sunshine filled room.

“amor!” she exclaimed, landing on the flats of her feet and smiling to see him leaning by the door’s frame. “you look,” he snickered, walking over to her to give her a kiss on the back of her hand.

(name) looked messy, at least to her. her hair was frizzy from all the sweat, the warmers of her legs were railing down and nonetheless, her feet felt like hell.

“beautiful.” she affectionately rolled her eyes to give him another kiss on the cheek. leo was wearing the usual white tank, and baggy pants covered in grease, signifying his time at the forge. it was a little funny to people when they found out that (name) and leo had started dating.

(name) was clean, precise, and graceful. like a swan. while leo was messy, spontaneous, and a real klutz sometimes. like a raccoon. but they meshed so well together, it starts to make sense when you truly think about it.

“you can’t be serious babe.” she snickered, leo could just melt at that. “i am deadly serious.” he spun her around like you’d usually do at a ball or gala.

she sighed dreamily as they locked eye contact before leo leaned in to kiss her, a good “mm..” coming out of leo’s lips before bringing up the showcase. “how’s practice?” he asked with a wide grin.

she shook her head with a deep frown, “still.. working on it.” leo mirrored the frown on his girlfriend’s face. “sit down baby.” he spoke softly, you kneeling down to criss-cross and so did he.

he massaged her feet while he hummed, “you’re going to be there right?” she smiled, her eyes glued to his hands rubbing her feet. “course i will!” he laughed, “i’ll be there at the very front being embarassing and yelling out,”

“FUCK YEAH LOOK AT MY GIRLFRIEND TWIRL— BITCHES!”

she cackled, their voices echoeing the room like a harmony. “gods, don’t do that. you’ll get kicked out before the second act.” the blood from leo’s face diminished. “i’m kidding.” she laughed.

“did i mention how pretty you look?” leo shot, the music still playing in the background — which was absolutely perfect. the way that the sun shone over (name)’s eyes sent leo over the moon. and the way leo’s curls fell on his motoroil-covered face was so perfect, it made (name) melt.

“you did.”

“don’t think so.”

“yeah?”

“well if i didn’t, let me say it, you look so, so, beautiful, cariño.”

(guys just imagine the chorus of unstoppable - camila mora from the “leap!” soundtrack in the background)

and he kissed her forehead another time.

—

(name) stepped into the light with a smile, her beautiful pink costume making her look like a princess. graceful as ever, she gave a courtesy as the crowd cheered. but all she ever looked for was leo.

there in the middle and the front, leo was yelling the loudest of them all, a bouquet of her favorite flowers in his hands. he cupped his hand over his mouth to yell, “(NAME)!! MAMI I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!! YEAH THAT’S MY GIRL!!”

she giggled, lifting her head up to give him numerous flying kisses. leo had pretended to catch them and kissing his palm in the process.

backstage, leo had engulfed her in a hug, the flowers almost destroyed. “d’you hear me?!” he asked with a smile. she nodded, laughing.

“people we’re wondering who said ‘look at my girlfriend twirl bitches!’ in the middle of act two.”

“can’t help that i’m so proud of you princessa.”

they stayed in each other’s arms for a good second, before (name) knocked out in his arms and he had to bring her home.

[admirxation]

I am just thinking.

I feel like Leon isn't the type to mind wearing a condom. One day, when (y/n)'s so desperate for him that they don't give him time to roll one on, he tries to stop them, telling them that he needs to put one on. They insist that it's okay, they just need him so badly right now. Leon can't deny them. But, damn, after feeling their perfect walls against his bare cock, he's addicted.

Hi anon!

Thank you so much for this juicy thought, got me smiling and kicking my feet gurl! I defo see this with Leon.

I hope you like the little one shot I wrote.

<3

New sensation | Leon S. Kennedy

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Summary: The reader is desperate for Leon, not wanting to wait for anything and just have him all to herself.

Word Count: 1.3k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction ! I do not condone everything I write in real life, my writing does not reflect all my morals. If any of the following warnings trigger or make you feel uncomfortable, scroll away; you are in charge of what content you’re consuming. This work is 18+ only, minors are strongly advised not to interact.

Warnings: NSFW 18+ content. Female anatomy and she/her pronouns used for reader. Detailed smut, p in v, unprotected sex, bruises, nipple play, mutual release and creampie.

You and Leon had started a relationship a month ago, after a long period of crushing on one another until Leon finally confessed his feelings; entering this relationship gave you all the benefits of happiness, as well as a heightened sex drive by finally being able to do everything you wanted with him.

Currently, you were in his apartment, looking at him walking around the room with nothing but a towel around his waist and messy hair from coming out of the shower; just watching him made you want him more than ever — the way he looked was just so attractive and made you yearn for his touch. You stared at him, not caring about how you looked, lost in a daydream while twirling your hair and biting your lip.

“Are you okay, baby?” Leon asked as he felt your lustrous stare.

“Just thinking about how lucky I am,” you said.

You couldn’t describe what got over you; no one ever got you this riled up. Leon was different from the others, a fantastic partner but also great at sex, making you desperate for his touch constantly. While continuing to look — his body under your gaze — you felt your clit tingle with imagining what would happen soon. Your eyes then wandered to his v-line; you wanted to just yank that towel away from him and see all his form.

“Um… I haven’t done anything,” he nervously laughed as he rubbed the back of his neck, “What’s got into you? You’ve gone red.”

You walked closer to him; he looked at you, wondering what would happen; you didn’t normally act like this. Usually, it was a simple “Do you want to?” while you were both in bed, but you couldn’t wait. Your cunt was practically soaking from just the sight of him.

“Can’t you tell that I want you?” you said seductively, placing your hands on his cheeks and slowly pulling him to a kiss; he reciprocated, and you both interlocked lips — feeling his cheeks get warmer with the blush slowly appearing.

The kiss deepened, your fingers moving to his hair — making it even more messy. You then separated the kiss, biting his lower lip as you gently pulled away, leaving Leon to look at you with dilated pupils and a yearning for more. You then looked down, seeing that Leon got hard from that kiss; you smirked and made Leon blush and look away — you found it cute how he still got shy with some things. To drive him crazy, you then moved your hands to his cock — making Leon jolt with pleasure — gently moving his towel out of the way as you moved your hand up and down. Leon’s breathing deepened and became a quiver as he tried to control himself under your control. You revelled in his pleasure.

“Come on, Leon, I’m desperate for you,” with your spare hand, you reached for Leon’s, moving his hand between your legs to feel how wet you were for him.

His cock twitched at your touch; he couldn’t believe that the sight of him got you that wet — but he wasn’t going to complain.

“Do you want me to fuck you, baby girl?” you nodded, removing the towel around his waist and letting it drop to his feet, exposing him in front of you.

He smirked at you before he picked you up, sweeping your feet off the floor, holding you like a bride; you laughed a little, and your heart quickened with anticipation; you just needed him inside you already.

Leon then threw you to the bed, climbing on top of you to press his cock against your clothed pussy, moving into a wet and passionate kiss. His kisses led to biting your bottom lip, trailing down to your neck and leaving marks through a series of biting and sucking; you succeeded in getting him riled up as you were. You moaned as Leon kissed your neck, grinding his hips against yours, whispering “I love you” and “You’re so beautiful” in your ear, making you tingle with pleasure.

You were wearing one of his oversized t-shirts and just your panties, making it easy for Leon to undress you. He started to slide your top over your head as you lifted yourself with his assistance, immediately getting thrown to the bed when Leon removed your panties, sliding them down your thighs and revealing your glistening pussy. He looked at you in awe, unable to believe he got so lucky.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said as he stared at you, looking into your eyes full of lust and desperation.

Leon then moved to the bedside table, his hand about to pull out the drawer to grab a condom.

“Baby, just fuck me, please,” you pleaded.

“I won’t be long. I just need to get a condom,” he had one in his hand, fiddling around with it as he struggled to open it.

“Leon, I don’t care, please, I need you,” you had gotten up, your torso upright as you pleaded for his touch even more.

“But, baby, what if —”

“I don’t care, I just need you so bad.”

Leon accepted it and then placed his body between your legs, nervous as he positioned himself. Your hands moved along his back as you traced kisses on your cheeks and neck.

When he finally slid his cock into your wet centre, you both released a deep breath as you finally felt the pleasure you both had been wanting. Leon then started to feel your walls as he pushed himself further inside you, his breaths becoming heavy and laboured as he finally felt your pussy surrounding his bare cock.

“Oh fuck… You feel amazing,” Leon’s breathing shallowed, going slow with his actions to not cum too fast.

“Do you like it, baby?” you cooed in his ear.

“Mmhm,” Leon squeezed his eyes shut as he continuously pushed back and forth.

You moaned continuously as you felt Leon inside you, happier that he was picking up the pace. Leon quickened his rhythm, starting to ram his hard cock inside your wet cunt; your moans became louder as Leon used your body as a fuck toy.

“Oh my… Fuck… You’re so tight,” he said under his breath.

“I love you so much, Leon,” you said breathlessly.

“I love… you…too,” he answered between breaths.

Leon then moved upright, placing your legs on his shoulders, his hands on your hips as he started to pound himself inside you, his hand moving to your cheek as he caressed it, continuously telling you how beautiful you were and how lucky he was. He then moved to grab your tit, circling his thumb around your already erect nipple; you moaned as he used your whole body for his pleasure. His other hand placed on your hip then started to dig into your skin — causing you to wince in pain — you liked it when Leon was rough with you, excited for another bruise to erupt to show who you belonged to.

“Who’s my gorgeous girl?”

“I am, Leon, I’m all yours,” you managed to get the words out, despite it being made more difficult as Leon thrusted himself inside you.

Leon’s eyes squeezed shut momentarily, trying to concentrate but unable to keep it in anymore; he wasn’t used to feeling your walls surround his member this way, used to the barrier of the condom — he would never want to go back to that now.

“Please cum inside me, baby; I want to feel you,” you said as you bit your lip.

Leon took this invitation, getting a few more strokes in. When he couldn’t last any longer, he then released himself inside of you, filling you up, which also led to you glazing his cock; both releasing laboured breaths as you both had to process the adrenaline that pleasure had given to the both of you.

He collapsed beside you after he finished inside your wet cunt, lying next to you and looking at the red dust of blush on your face.

“How about we not use condoms anymore?” you suggested.

“Please… I need to feel that again.”

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[thatdeadaquarius]

I was playing Genius Invocation yesterday, but out of nowhere this idea came to me like tge whispers of an old god.

How would the characters react to knowing they are the creator's favorite card? (Mine are Beidou and Ningguang, but if you are confortable, I would like to know yours as well)

AHDAALLL I HAVENT PLAYED TGI CARD GAME ENOUGH!! SO FOR NOW I RLLY LOVE THE WAY CYNO AND KAEYA'S ART LOOKS (tho diluc does look shmall in his hehe)

Thank you for your patience!! Sorry this is SO FUCKING late :0 and if it’s bad! i havent rlly liked my writing the past couple pieces, so i stuck with some fun headcanons i thought of while kicking me feet and twirling my hair over this question hehehe

Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them only)

Planet: General SAGAU/Isekai Stuff :)

Orbit: Headcanons

Stars: Beidou, Ningguang, Kaeya, Cyno

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Cussing & Trigger Warnings: None Known.

☆

Beidou:

BIGGEST EGO BOOSTS OF HER LIFE LMAO

SHE WOULD LITERALLY SUBTLY FLEX EVERYTIME UR AROUND IM CRYINGGG

Every fucking port knows she’s a favored one, every goddamn pirate knows it atp, hell maybe even some abyss monsters at sea too-

(Kazuha’s happy for her, but also lowkey jealous)

literally got one of her cards framed and hung in her captain’s quarters, and insisted you sign it omfg-

Ningguang isnt surprised tbh, (she knows u like strong women lol)

Ningguang:

…she gives one of the most smug smirks of her entire fucking life.

All of Liyue is gushing for her, not that she isn’t also excited on the inside, she’s just more proud than anything on the outside/for appearances

Literally set up a whole date meeting that felt like it was about to turn into a goddamn wedding proposal

I’m talking giving handcarved furniture, household necessities but they’re in pretty colors that all match (like a gold tea kettle, gold throw blanket, etc.)

Full nine-yards different kinds of teas, cakes, and all accustomed to your taste

so if u dislike super sweet stuff there are more savory items, the teas can be more bitter, or if u love sweets, this woman is giving you a bakery basically every day for nearly 2 weeks, u dont have enough space in the cabinet for all these teas- help-

Kaeya:

so fucking smug on the outside, def brags about it in Angel’s Share and he’ll only just be tipsy he’s so fucking excited to talk abt it

whenever conversations end or get a lull, he just, “So anyway, our All-Powerful Guide, really likes my TCG card, maybe even above yours, Diluc…”

pls stop him he’s annoying Diluc, and slowly other patrons 😭 (there are bar rules posted on the wall, and Diluc adds one, not for the first time, specifically for Kaeya to stop talking about TCG while in the bar LMAO)

Now all Kaeya has to do is just pull out his card (cough he’s constantly got it in his pocket, the one he asked u to sign cough)

Rosaria just looks the other way like if she can’t see it it’s not real, Diluc will literally be in the middle of making a drink for one of them and just leave it halfdone and attend to somebody else, Venti’s eye twitches-

and the entire bar just groans too LMAOOO

(have a meme I made just for you <3 )

Cyno:

oh no.

Look what you’ve done, you’ve seduced the General Mahamatra!!

Take responsibility, play TCG with him every time you see him now lmao, the only reason all of Sumeru knows you like his card (which makes it all that more desirable to ppl who do play, and collectors)

is bc he talked to Tighnari about it for hourssss, and then it made it’s way down the grapevine, and if they didn’t find out that way, the other was just seeing the usually stern and formidable General Mahamatra nearly vibrate out of his headpiece when you come near him every time you visit

Cyno weirdly gains like, 20x the luck when ur either playing against him, or sitting watching him play someone else, he’s struggling to find partners tbh bc “you’re my lucky charm? Of course I’m winning more.”

When you initially told him about him being one of ur fav cards, he literally looked like there was a loading sign over his head… Then proceeded to nearly break your ribs hugging you so hard, and nearly take ur eye out with the ears on his headpiece lol

☆

Sorry if all my writings shit for these past 2 posts! Idk im just thinking its not so good rn and idk how to fix it-

anyway I’ve started playing Breath of the Wild over the past like 2-3 months I think, and it’s amazingggg

I may or may not be both getting gender envy and also a huge crush on Link help-

Safe Travels Wandering Lantern,

💀♒

♡the beloveds♡

An iced coffee? For me??

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche

[comfortless]

AHH I was the anon from the Bear!Ko ask ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ I adore it so much like I’m kicking my feet and twirling my hair your ideas are CHEFS KISS AND IM GLAD YOU LIKED THE PROMPTT

Definitely not excited that you’re considering more hybrid stuff.. TEEHEE ʕ •́؈•̀ ₎

BUT YEAH JUST THOUGHT TO DROP SOMETHING NEW CUZ WHY NOT! Maybe Ko being deployed on a mission to some wild terrain, having to camp out on the grounds for a while by himself. Reader taking interest in the behemoth and toying with him until he finds out they’re a fae or nymph

Or a game of hide and seek.. in the dark.. with him.. maybe even a wolf!ko

ONCE AGAIN ID LOVE TO SEE YOU WORK UR MAGIC ON THESE IDEAS (｡♥‿♥｡)

hi, 🧸!! working on something with a lycanthrope Kö at the moment, but this is… well it is something! i adore the idea of König with a cute (insatiable) nymph!! definitely give @cookiepie111’s Drink From The Leche of Sirens a read if you haven’t already. <3

content/warnings: 18+. minors do not interact. fae nonsense (reader is a tree nymph), vague smut.

It isn’t that he ever intended to be here, not really. Simple surveillance, Fender had told him. Any knowing soldier would recognize the equipment that did not even need hands to tend to it, the cameras that should be set and monitored, and yet there were none in place here— just König, a loaded gun, and the stillness of the forest that seemed to stretch ever onward.

There’s been a lapse for the past week, with Kortac’s most adept at retrieving information out seeking just that, off with their radios constantly abuzz and adrenaline running rampant through their veins.

There’s an envy harbored somewhere in the back of his skull, twittering and hissing when he thinks on it too much… shelved for an uncharacteristic mistake to be left here amongst plants and scattered animal sounds, a temporary solace that would be ripped away when something new came through the chain of command; an overabundance of the very things he would care to think less about.

König hasn’t seen another person in days, not out here, tracking a vehicle carrying supposed smuggled weapons. There are no tire tracks, not even air traffic passing above: only gloom, loneliness, and the chill of early spring.

Then the abandoned house, where he takes refuge. It’s dated: the furniture all in various states of disarray, shattered porcelain about the kitchen and vaulted ceilings so high he doesn’t even need to bother with ducking to cross from room to room. It’s old on the exterior, stately, with vines creeping up its walls to reach the warmest height to bloom. Though internally, it is clear the place has not been left to rot for long: no loose boards, no holes in the ceiling or floor, just seemingly preserved somehow, as though time itself had come to still.

He doesn’t mind the daily patrols through the forest, the pensive stalking and creeping to find any hint of what he was after. Even through the night, when sleep forgets to lure him in for warmth and comfort amidst the pollen and silence, the walking never seems to grate on him.

There are lights, often, amongst the trees, faint pulses of glowing white that dissipate the moment his gaze sweeps over them. He’s read the fairytales as a child, even witnessed Conor get so drunk once that he shared his own tales of the ‘wee folk’, but König would feel a fool to believe any of that at face value. Most of his own kind were not interested in him, shying away with laughter or pitying gazes the moment he approached, so why would anything else be drawn to a man who could never quite scrub the blood from his fingernails or keep a conversation from spinning out into silence and uneasy glances?

It’s during one of these nightly walks that he first sees her, a vision bathed beneath the milky glow of the moon, ethereal, yet still nothing short of a proper blessing from the earth. Despite the distance from his path to her own, her body looks soft, bare and gentle. The growing thorns and clusters of ivy do not scrape her, only gently pull aside as she walks, tender and swaying like the petals sprung up from the plants for little fingers ghost over.

He only thinks that, assuredly, he’s lost his mind. The vision fades away when she looks at him, curls her lips into a smile… and then it is all gone. She leaves not a trace, no footprints indented into the soil he knows he had only just watched her tread. The flowers he saw her pull into being have vanished, too. All that remains is a dulled aura of dread, a strange thing that he has not felt in years, if ever at all.

König does not think of the woman until she appears again, during the day amidst the leaves of a sprawling sycamore. She lies against the bark, body resting over a healthy branch where she sleeps in a position so demure it sets his heart ablaze. The breeze caresses her hair, something he wishes to feel beneath his own fingertips; it whistles over her bare skin while the sun bathes her in rays of gold, filtered out through pinprick partings in the leaves, begs, pleads for him to touch. Forbidden fruit, too lofty to touch, too dainty for ash and blood.

He only walks away, carries on with the focus of his mission, reminds himself of every time that he’s sought some semblance of companionship and how those escapades had all simmered down to nothing but taunting echoes for sleepless nights. There was no need for any more ghosts, not even the pretty ones.

With nothing else in sight, he returns to that house where time halts and loses himself to want; swallows dry when he frees himself of his buckle and pulls out his growing erection. A release and an expelling of memory all in one.

He thinks of her, of her graceful walk amidst the darkened woods, of the way she lay, perfectly unscathed and beautiful, unknowing of any thing that plagues him, scatters from his grim expression right down to his very marrow. The imaginings… he would never speak of them, perhaps would only have the information pried from him that he thought of her smile when he spilled himself into his palm, but only if she came to beg for it with a voice he imagines must be tree sticky and sweet like warmed honey. Only if she came for him.

There lies a meadow just past an abrupt opening in the tree line, small and subdued by outstretched branches that curl over the grass and wildflowers still yet to bloom. No chill lingers here, as though summer stretches over the little glade and settles atop it with its warmth, masks even the little pond that does not seem to carry the same frosted panes of ice that the others he had seen do. There is fruit, puny red berries and hefty pears causing their limbs to bend, gently set them down for the earth and all of the animals roaming about to eat.

And he knows he’s stumbled upon her home.

He finds his voice when she peeks at him from behind the trunk, wide-eyed and curious with the softest curl about her lips, playful but tentative.

“Hallo,” he whispers, raising his gloved hand as if to wave, but curling his fingers into his palm instead. He’s horribly uncertain, caught between the alarming thought that he’s dealing with some perturbing nudist or something… else entirely.

“Hello,” she says, almost shy as she unveils herself from behind the tree, takes a step toward him with a tender look in her eyes and a long draw of breath. Sets his nerves at ease with her silent admittance that she, too, at least seemed wary.

König immediately tells her why he’s here, not in full detail, sparing the poor doe the tedium and the confidential bits that would likely only make her head spin, and then… he mentions how he had seen her, how the forest seemed to yield to her whims, her dancing beneath the moon that appeared to shine only for her. He gives her a curious look, undetectable beneath the darkened hood, pleads for her to explain in his own silent sort of way.

“I have seen you too,” she says instead, curling her arms behind her back, pushing out her chest, and… he doesn’t think to ask any further.

She’s the loveliest thing that he has ever seen or felt: places herself right into his lap when she guides him down to the grass. There’s sap on her fingertips when she presses them to his lips, curiously grazing them over his mouth as he speaks to her about the forest, a forest he’s already deemed to be her own, obscure princess that she was. She giggles when he dares to lick over each intruding digit, even gives a shaky, soft sigh when he suckles at one.

The nymph whispers things into his ear that he’s never heard before: things about each sprouting plant, of other things that hide away in the shade beneath branches and how they had all seen him too, about the earth and life and softer secrets about her beloved tree. Home and love without ever daring to speak words so simple. She does not ask about the dreadful things he does not think about, only lies back in the grass when he praises her beauty and the lovely notes of her voice.

He thinks for a moment that he should not touch her, should not have her grace wasted on something like him, but she rises up only enough to kiss him through the hood and he finds himself tugged down to tickling blades of grass and his mind finally does quiet.

She cradles him close as he claims her love for his own, steals sap from her lips and follows her sighs to a comforting oblivion. Her hands find his neck, his shoulders to offer gentle touches, tracing patterns like the intricate twisting of vines against his flesh all while he praises their union, her sweetness.

He doesn’t know how long he’s spent with her, the day seems to to stretch on for an eternity with the sun high above, but when he wakes… he is back inside of the old, quiet house, lying in the bed he knows with a certainty that he’s never even touched. Fender’s voice is calling to him over the radio, clipped and demanding for a report, one that proves nothing at all, a barrage of words filled with wonder and bliss with no intel on the mission.

And König isn’t shocked by the leave he’s given once he does return to base the following day. Three weeks time would be just enough to clear his head, regain his focus, pull money from his account to purchase that lonesome old house in the forest. He couldn’t bare the thought of never seeing such an angel again, never hearing the soft chittering of her voice or being blessed with the feeling of her beneath him, intertwined like the vines she so loved.

[pagesfromthevoid]

Cowboy Like Me | d.d. | 7

Din Djarin x princess!reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Nothing but sweet, sweet romance

Author’s Note: twirling my hair, kicking my feet, and giggling over this. Shoutout to @bookxish for their suggestions (ノ‥)ノ gif from @spilledkauffie

Series Masterlist | Talk to Me!

The First

“Why?”

She had repositioned herself on the bed, sitting with her knees gently resting against his thigh. Din was distracted by that, but more so by the feel of her hand in his. It had been so long since he’d touched someone so delicately without his gloves on, skin to skin. Her hand was soft, taken care of diligently just as anyone would expect of a princess. When compared to his own hands —calloused, scarred —it was a reflection of opposites. 

He wondered, momentarily, if other parts of her were as soft as her hands. 

“You know why,” he finally said, looking from their hands to her face. 

How did she always find his eyes without trying? So few people knew where to look —most settled on his forehead or closer to his nose. But she always found his gaze with ease. 

“I need to hear you say it,” she pushed, pulling her hand from his. “I need…I need you to tell me, Mando.”

“Din,” he whispered before he could stop himself. He didn’t want her to move away from him. 

“What?” She pulled back, brow furrowing. 

“My name,” he conceded, leaning in closer to her. He had moved himself closer without realizing, invading her side of the bed. “It’s Din.”

“Din,” she repeated, slow and deliberate. 

His name hung from her lips as she said it again, more to herself now. Then, she looked up at him like he held the very stars she admired the night before. She was still waiting for his answer as to why but Din couldn’t bring himself to say it for some reason. And, he thought, she knew that. 

“Can I ask you a different question?”

Din was thankful, nodding now as he reached out to take her hand again. He wished that the touch was enough to tell her what he wanted; but he knew why she needed to hear him say it. 

Her fingers, quick and nimble, intertwined with his as she spoke. “If you could kiss me —would you?”

Din felt his breathing hitch in his throat. More than anything, he wanted to kiss her. He wanted to run his hands through her hair and pull her into him. He wanted to taste his name on her lips, and draw it out of her over and over. He wanted to know if her lips were as soft as her hands, and then he wanted to know if every inch of her was too. 

“If I could kiss you, mesh’la, I don’t think I’d ever stop.”

The smile that came over her was blinding; bright and dazzling as she leaned in close to him. Din couldn’t resist, bringing himself closer now as well; just close enough that he could reach up and touch her cheek. She leaned into the touch, closing her eyes. 

“I want to kiss you, Din,” she whispered, head turning just enough to press a kiss to his palm. 

It was the simplest of kisses, but just as he suspected —her lips were soft against his skin there. It didn’t satisfy his desire to feel her mouth on his, but it would hold him over for now. 

“I know,” he murmured, closing the space between them in order to rest his forehead against hers. “I’m sorry.”

“You never apologize for what you believe in,” she corrected, taking the hand that wasn’t held by him and reaching up. Din worried for a moment that she was going to try to take off his helmet —but she simply rested her hand against where his cheek would be. “I’ll find other ways to kiss you.”

“I look forward to your attempts,” Din said, and he hoped she could hear his smile in his voice. “But they’ll have to wait until tomorrow. We need to get some rest tonight.”

She nodded, taking a moment before finally dropping her hand from his helmet. Din watched her as she readjusted, moving to lay down beside him. He wanted to lay with her, but he had to wear the helmet to sleep —and he worried about the beskar being too cold or too hard and disturbing her. 

So Din settled on sleeping sitting up. While it wasn’t ideal, it wouldn’t be the first time and he was certain it wouldn’t be the last. She hummed as she settled in, reaching out to him. But when her hand touched his thigh instead of his chest, she sat up. 

“You sleep sitting up?” She asked, head tilted to the side. 

“Not usually,” he replied, hesitantly reaching over to run his hand over her hair. “I can’t remove my helmet; I don’t want to disturb you.”

She closed her eyes at his touch, but only for a moment, before she rolled over and sat up. Din frowned deeply, sitting up further to push her back, but she swatted his hand away and got up. 

“I have an idea,” is all she said as she went through her bag in the corner. 

Din watched her curiously, brow furrowed as she pulled out the scarf she had worn in Nevarro. She held it up to the window, stretched out. She folded it once over, holding it up again then —

She tore it apart. 

“What are you doing?” Din finally conceded, standing up and walking over to her. 

She turned to face him, holding out the folded strip of fabric. “When I was young, I had to sleep with an eye mask on,” she explained, “I had to have complete darkness. If I could see any light, I wouldn’t be able to sleep.” She pushed the fabric into his hands, turning around now. “I couldn’t see anything with it on. My father always made sure of it.”

Din suddenly understood what she meant, staring at the strip in his hands. The offer caused his chest to tighten, and slowly he covered her eyes with the scarf. He was gentle, tying it carefully to avoid pulling her hair into the knot. 

“I’m going to pull it down just a little,” she warned, before doing just that. “I could see the lights on the baby’s pram.”

Slowly, as if waiting for him to stop her, she turned around to face him. Din missed seeing her eyes —how they shined when she looked up at him. But her desire to follow his Creed for him, even if it inconvenienced her to do so, made his heart ache for her so much more. 

“I doubt you can tell, but my eyes are closed under here too, for good measure.”

Din chuckled despite himself, shaking his head. He glanced to Grogu’s pod, ensuring that it was still closed, then took her hands in his. He lifted her touch to his helmet, showing her where to go. There was no need to tell her what to do next —it was an unspoken promise that he was trusting her. 

Cautiously, she lifted the helmet from his head and Din held his breath. It had been years since he last removed his helmet in front of another human —not since he was a child. Grogu was the only one, before he came back to Din. But in such a short amount of time, she gave him too much reason to question his Creed —only to help him follow it without question.

When she held it in her arms, fingers delicately tracing the steel that made it up, Din breathed a sigh of relief. 

“I think you’re handsome,” she stated as he took the helmet from her and set it down beside the bed. 

“What makes you think so?” He asked, his voice no longer hidden behind his modulator. Din took a step closer to her, hesitating for a second before he rested his hands on her hips. 

She brought her hands up to rest on his chest without hesitation, pressing against him softly. 

“Your voice gives you away,” she admitted, tilting her head to blindly look up at him. “Though, I found you handsome even with your helmet on. A knight in shining armor.”

“Saving a princess, no less,” he teased back, relaxing into her touch finally. 

“Do you know what knights get for saving princesses, Din?” 

Looking down at her, with her blindfold covering her eyes, Din suddenly thought that maybe this woman —this life —could be The Way. At least, apart of it. It was an irrational thought, one he knew he shouldn’t entertain. But for tonight, for right now, he would. He had a beautiful woman in his arms, trusting him with her life, and he was going to enjoy it. 

Din leaned down, one hand moving to lift her chin just slightly. She gave him control, allowing him to move her as he thought fit. His eyes scanned over her face, taking in every detail he could memorize before finally leaning in close. She pushed up on her toes, meeting him halfway, as their lips met. 

It was the first time he’d kissed someone, but Maker help him, it wouldn’t be the last. It couldn’t be. She was soft against his mouth, just like he imagined. And when she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer, Din swore there was nothing that would ever compare to how sweet she tasted on his tongue. His grip on her tightened, keeping her close as her fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. 

He knew if he didn’t stop now, it would escalate. He wouldn’t be able to stop, and now was not the time. This was not the place, with the child in the room and open windows for the village to see or hear. 

No, when it was time, it would be private, and warm, and she would be safe from those who wanted to take her from him. 

*****

In the middle of the night, during what would be the most restful sleep his father has probably ever had, Grogu wakes up. The princess is asleep, one arm wrapped around his dad’s middle and cheek pressed against his shoulder. Grogu can see that his dad has his cheek resting against the top of her head, his arm around her tight. The child is still sleepy, rubbing his face as he climbs out of the pod and waddles his way to the bed. 

It takes a few tries, but Grogu manages to pull himself up the side and into his dad’s other arm. The child looks between the two for a moment, letting out a little sound that causes his father to stir and open his eyes groggily. 

“Come’ere,” he whispers, and Grogu toddles his way into the crook of his arm and blinks slowly, falling back asleep. 

Right as he is about to return to his dreams, Grogu watches as his father presses a kiss to the top of the princess’s head then does the same to him.

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[toastandjamie]

You know how in a previous post I talked briefly about how Mat is subversion of masculinity? Yeah that but now I’m also going to talk about how all of that and the contradicting nature of his character can all be traced back to him being Odin. Bare with me lmao.

So let’s start with the fact that Odin as a god covers a LOT of domains, and a lot of them contradict eachother. He’s a god of war and death but he’s also a god of healing and poetry. He’s a god of wisdom and knowledge but also frenzy and bloodlust. A god of royalty favored by princes and also a good of thieves and tricksters. The Allfather indeed! Odin is a god but very importantly he’s Mortal, he’s a god of wisdom because he seeks it out, he is a surprising Human god, with complex and often selfish motivations. Which is very perfect for a character like Mat. But this post isn’t just going to be me pointing out every single thing about Odin that parallels Mat because we’d be here all day and even though I can because everytime a mythological reference appears in those books and twirl my hair and kick my feet I will refrain lol

The main focus of this post is talk about one really interesting facet of Odin’s domains and myths. And that is his connection to magic, specifically the distinctly feminine magic tradition of Seihdr(and that in of itself is a whole thing that’s makes me scream and blather in reference to wheel of time). Odin stands out as a male practitioner of Seihdr, which is traditionally considered a ‘feminine’ craft. Seidhr is a type of magic related to telling and shaping the future(so no shock Odin as the ever curious god of knowledge practiced it) but according to Snorri in the Ynglinga saga the practice of Seidhr leaves the practitioner weak and helpless thus male practitioners were considered ‘ergi’ a designation for men in Norse society who were unmanly and feminine. Odin was no exception being called ‘ergi’ by Loki in Lokasenna.

This is really interesting when we view Mat’s characterization through this lens. Specifically he’s described in relation to other more traditionally masculine characters and his relationship to the one power specifically Saidar. Long before I did any research involving Seidhr and Odin I had noted to myself that Mat would’ve had an easier time channeling Saidar vs Saidine. I’ve always felt that Mat was better at embracing and submitting to power and change than he ever was at forcing it, which of course is mostly because of his adaptability and flexibility which make him such a great general in the first place. There’s a reason Mat never got a handle of the flame and the void despite both Rand and Lan trying to teach him in books 1 and 2. Mat also acts the most like the women in the series in comparison to say Rand or Perrin. jokingly I’ve mentioned how in Shadow Rising a big plot point in Rand and Elayne’s relationship is a miscommunication because Elayne was upset Rand didn’t ask her to stay when she left for Tanchico, and Mat practically has the same exact fight with Rand over Rand not asking HIM to stay when he said he was going to leave before the battle at Cairihan. I also want to point out that in the Wheel of Time, daggers and throwing knives are mainly used by women(see, Min, Faile, Berelain, Tuon) with Mat and Thom being the only men we see using throwing knives(something something the idea that subterfuge and caution are feminine traits) while swords and axes are mainly used by men or women specifically breaking gender convention such as Cha Faile and Elayne’s Queen’s Guard. interestingly spears(Mat’s other weapon of choice) is an androgynous weapon used by both men and women(this is solely because the entire Aiel culture uses spears and will fight with them), bows are also a relatively androgynous weapon in the context of WoT used pretty universally. There’s also something to be said about how the entire subplot with Tylin puts Mat in the role of the ‘pursued’ or as Mat himself puts it ‘the woman’ where Tylin takes the commanding and dominant role in their dynamic. There’s a whole different essay to be written about Mat’s romantic relationships and the vast power dynamic disparity in them and how the relationships with Tylin and Melindra primed him for the way his dynamic with Tuon works but once again that’s a different essay.

Mat’s relationship with the one power is also really interesting, because for a non-channeler he’s pretty heavily linked with magic. He’s effected by the magic inherent in the world despite for all intensive purposes being perfectly normal to start with. The Aelfinn and the Eelfin, the fact that he’s hunted by the Gholam who was created solely to assassinate channelers. Both of his sisters being born with the spark and him marrying a woman who was trained as a sul’dam(and in a prophetic vision said woman literally collaring him after we had just been introduced to the concept of a’dams). His medallion that negates channeling, the cursed dagger and him getting the first powerwrought weapon of the series in his Ashandarei. Mat’s practically rolling in magic nonsense despite wanting nothing to do with it. Not all of this was created by the one power, but he’s still very associated with it whether he wants to be or not. It’s also probably safe to say that between his sisters and being Ta’veren it’s likely he could probably learn to channel if he wanted to, of course he never would want to learn and as I established earlier I think he’d have a hard time channeling Saidine in the first place. Trying to wrestle a force of nature using brute force isn’t exactly his forte.

There’s also another essay about Mat and Elayne’s dynamic and how I think Elayne is a Freya parallel, and how that relates to Odin and Freya being the two patron gods of Seidhr- but I digress.

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nnn challenge (failed!) with Yuta this time pls 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[5:12PM]

GENRE: fluff and smut

WARNINGS: honestly reader is a guilt tripper, dilf yuta and milf reader— parents of one, unprotected sex, kissing, riding, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, degrading, and praising.

“—her bedtime is usually at nine but when it’s halloween night or a special holiday— yuta and i extend it to ten.” you explain to martha who watches you fix your daughters cape.

kuzha, your five year old daughter was being wonder-women for halloween. she had planned it in the middle of quarantine when she couldn’t go trick or treating.

“that’s perfect. johnny and i always do that, too. great minds really do think alike.” cindy chuckles while fluffing her daughters hair.

“mommy, is it okay if i eat some of my candy before i go to bed? i promise to brush my teeth longer.” kuzha asks with her pearly brown eyes. you tsk— oh, how she looked so similar to her father.

kuzha had her dads eyes, lips, brows, and height— yuta wasn’t that much taller than you, maybe by a few inches or so.

“of course you can, baby. just don’t eat too much or else your teeth’ll rot— okay?” she nods, her headband nearly falling off. “i promise, mommy. and if i break it, you can take away all my candy.” she tilts her chin down to her chest. “oh, my sweet girl. mommy wouldn’t do that— daddy would though.” you say that last line quickly before grabbing the skirt.

“what a cutie she is.” cindy chuckles when hearing kuzha’s soft and stern tone. “isn’t she just. i swear she gets it from her dad.” you tap kuzha’s nose making her scrunch it up with a squeal.

you attach the skirt on by the velcro and sit back on your heels. “all done, baby.” she turns to the body sized mirror and grins ear to ear with an excited giggle. “i’m a superhero, mommy!” she squeals and jumps with a giggle.

“zha-zha, look at me! i’m cat women!” kuzha turns to look at carrie and gasps. “you look like a cat!” kuzha jumps towards carrie who giggles and goes a quick twirl. “it’s because i am a cat, zha-zha.”

“honey?! are they done yet? we’re excited to see what they are for halloween!” you could hear yuta shout upstairs from the living room. “yeah, just a moment!” you shout back.

“girls,” they finally calm down. “your daddies want to see you girls in your costumes— ready to go show them?” the two nod with cheers and more squeals.

you take kuzha’s hand and cindy takes carrie’s. “daddy close your eyes!” carrie yells from the top of the stairs. “yeah! close your eyes, daddy!” kuzha yells when reaching the middle of the steps.

you, cindy and the guys laugh before making it to the middle of the living room— the guys had their hands on their eyes with grins on their faces.

“open your eyes on the count of three,” you say, letting go of kuzha’s hand and standing behind her.

“one.” you say.

“two.” cindy says.

“three!” “three!”

kuzha and carrie overlap at different timings. the guys give a quick laugh before taking removing hands off their eyes.

“woaahhhhh!” johnny exclaims while yuta holds his jaw wide open. “my baby girl’s a superhero?!” yuta takes a step forward and grabs his daughter by the waist, sitting her on his lap and then sitting back on the cushion.

johnny does the same which makes carrie giggle and squirm.

“i can’t wait to go trick or treating, daddy!” kuzha kicks her feet as she fiddles with her fingers. “mmm, will you share some candy with mommy and daddy?” yuta asks and kuzha shakes her head. “no?” yuta says with a half chuckle. “just kidding! i’m gonna make sure you and mommy and me have the same candy numbers.” yuta laughs and presses a kiss on her temple.

“you girls ready to go trick or treating?” johnny asks and they cheer, hopping off the guys laps and running around. “mommy! where’s my trick or treat bag?” kuzha asks with a sudden halt. “it’s in the kitchen— i’ll go get it.”

you walk to the kitchen and return to the living room with two trick or treating bags. both orange with black pumpkin faces printed on it.

“can we go right now, uncle john-john?!” kuzha asks with pouty lips and a whine. “well, let’s ask auntie cindy.” the girls turn to cindy who has a hand on her small bump. “well, alright. i suppose we could go now— just let me use the bathroom real quick.” she crosses her legs and waddles to the bathroom.

kuzha had left with johnny and them seven hours ago. leaving you and yuta alone— passing out candy until you and him had ran out at nine.

instead of going to the store and getting more— you and him chose to watch the nightmare before christmas.

“damn,” yuta sighs, picking up his phone and checking the time. “it’s already november— you know what that means, baby.” your eyebrows pinch until realization hits you but, before you could even say it, yuta does.

“it’s no nut november. that’s means no sex for a whole month.” you whine and yuta chuckles, sitting up and straddling you.

a few lines imprinted on your stomach from yutas pant strings after yuta laid on you for hours.

“but, baby,” you whine and extend the nickname. “you know i can’t spend a month with you.” yuta sighs and the corner of his lips quirk. “of without mini you.” he laughs loudly at the nickname you gave his penis.

“don’t call my dick my mini me.” he holds his crotch and pouts.

you roll your eyes and sit up. “it wouldn’t hurt if i touched it for one minute, would it?” yuta groans at your doe-y eyes and pouty lips. “fuck, baby. don’t do this to me.”

you reach forward and rub his dick that was hardening within seconds. “please, sir?” he groans even louder at the sultry tone and nickname. “just for a minute.” you hold up your pointer finger for a quick second before sticking the tip between your teeth.

“fuck, you really know how to make me give in.” you squeal seeing the crooked grin on his lips whilst he grabs your hips and sits you on his lap. “i love you!” you say with your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

you slip onto the ground and you undo the strings to his sweats. “i love you so so.. wow.” your voice trails off as his cock springs in front of your face. “much.” you finish off with a fist around his thick cock.

yuta tosses his head back with a hisses. “don’t be a tease and fucking suck my cock, baby.” he growls and grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking it back which only makes you giggle.

“i love it when you’re so dominant.” you bite your lip before he lets go. “suck. my. cock.” he repeats and you waste no time.

wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and then bobbing your head down. “oh, baby.” yuta sighs and smirks afterwards.

you stick your tongue out and drag it down his shaft and then back up. you pull off with a gulp and heaving exhale. “look at my messy girl.” yuta says with his hand holding your jaw as he examines the drool dripping from the corners of your mouth. “i.. can get messier.” you say in between your breathy breaths.

you sit up on your knees and jerk him, taking him down your throat once more and pulling off with another gasp.

you lean forward and spit on his dick, maintaining eye contact with yuta as you jerked the saliva up and down his shaft. he watched you with heavy eyes that glistened with hunger.

“ah, ah.” yuta presses two fingers on your head and tilts your chin up. “don’t do that. you do that and i fail this month.” what you had done was flick your tongue under his tip.

you frown and stand up, bringing your right knee next to his thigh and your other knee to his other thigh. “can i pretty please rub my pussy on your cock? i wanna feel good, too?” yuta can’t help but give in.

he pulls off your sweats and panties, slipping them off with a short struggle. “just for a few minutes, okay? don’t go overboard or i’ll toss you off my lap.” you begin grinding your hips.

your hips continue to roll and while your hips were busy, you grabbed the end of your shirt and slowly pulled it off. “ugh, fuck.” yuta sighs and tosses his head back, his head going dizzy from seeing your tits in front of his face.

“may i, sir?” yuta lifts his head and lowers his eyes, your hand holding his cock up and your dripping pussy hovering above it.

“fuck— yes! yes, put it in.” he heaves and holds your hips firmly. you bite your lip and sink down.

a long groan is heard from you and yuta as your pussy sucks up his cock. “just like that— keep moving your hips like that, baby.” yuta helps with guiding your hips.

“am i doing good, sir?” you moan, rolling your hips wildly. “so, good— so, so good.” he cries out.

yuta was so close. his thrusts were getting sloppy and wild. the sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed off the four walls surrounding the two of you.

DING DONG!

“trick or treat!” it sounded like a choir of kids.

“thank god our lights are off.” yuta meant the outside lamp.

you tilt his chin so he looks at you. “i know you’re close— please, cum in me.” yuta groans and shakes his head. “i can’t, baby. the guys will never live it down.”

you slow your hip movements. “is this month that important that you wouldn’t cum in your own wife? think about it— for 31 whole days. no cumming in me, on me, or anywhere?”

“don’t you want me to be filled with your cum— your baby?” yuta whines.

“you don’t want me to carry your baby so everyone knows how well you fucked me?” another whine is let out from yuta.

you lean forward and rest your lips near his ear. “you don’t want my breasts to be full and filled with mi—?” you purr and then gasp as yuta holds your hips in place and begins with to pound his hips up.

you let out a cry as you pull his long locks. “s—sir!” you chew down on his shoulder as he lets out a moan. “a—sir! please c—calm down!” you gasp, clenching and clenching until finally, he busts his load into you.

your sweaty body lays limp on yutas as he softly continues to thrust his hips up.

“you.. will.. be the death of me.” he pants and you giggle. “i love you.” you lift your lips to his. “oh, i love you a lot more, baby.” you kiss his chest with a sigh.

“but, you don’t listen very well. i think you deserve a punishment— don’t you think?” you whine as yuta stands up and tosses you on the cushion.

“maybe this’ll teach you.” he twists your legs to your side.

“maybe it won’t.” you say in a teasing tone while your fingers slowly slid down your ass and then slipped into your cunt.

yuta growls, “fucking tease.”

A/N: okay, this is like.. sort of a late halloween post LOL. so, forgive me. anyhow, yuta as a dad really has me wrapped around that dick. not even joking.

happy readings!

[v3lv3tf0x]

Yoo Hoo~! Anybody home? Aha! Someone is(nt)! Anywho, i (DEMAND) want a request.. Of Scaramouche x my oc?? Can you do it? Hetes a desc of my oc:

OC:

Blue mixed with Light green hair

Short to Med hair

120cm

An outfiy kind of like this? But add ruffles.

She has cyro and is like weak asf and is always like "Scaraaa! I need help right now!" kind of like a bratty behavior but when scara gets like serious serious she just behaves.

Genre: sfw at beginning and nsfw to mid-end

Max length: 1-2.5k words... I feel greedy for that lol >D

Scara is kind of like a brat tamer y'knoww? Like he got back from his fatui mission but i dont know abt it, and hes utterly tired and im just like being a brat so he like tames us? Petnames are your choice.

Finally got to this! You didn't mention her name so I improvised, I hope that's alright. Here you go, though, I hope you like it!

Scaramouche was exhausted from his most recent mission, despite how much enjoyment he got from tormenting the inferior idiots. When he got home, he wanted to bathe and rest. A God should not be dirty. But (name) refused to let him do so. She was unaware of his mission- he refused to tell her what he did- but it was getting on his nerves.

     “Scara, c’mon! I just wanna spar! I’m getting better, I swear-!” (name) whined, grabbing his arm. Scaramouche scoffed, yanking his arm away.

     “Later, (name), I’m tired,” he snapped, trying to head to the washroom, rolling his eyes in exasperation when (name) grabbed him again.

     “Puh-lease, Scara! I won’t ask for a while after! Please, please!” She was bouncing on her toes, making her skirt twirl around her.

     “Fine.” Scaramouche pushed her aside, storming into the courtyard and readying himself. “Show me what you’ve learned, then.” (name) pulled out her spear, ice particles sparkling at the tip before she suddenly slammed it into the ground, sending ice spikes rushing towards Scaramouche. He startled, barely having enough time to jump to the side to avoid being skewered. Huh. (name) really had been practicing. A smirk made its way onto his face as he looked over at his darling.

     “Well, well. Look at you,” he purred, grinning. (name) giggled, twirling her spear around.

     “Told you I learned!” She called up before holding the spear out in front of her, feet planted firmly in the dirt. Scaramouche nodded once before sending a bolt of electricity down towards her, which she parried with stunning accuracy. They traded blows, parrying and dodging, cryo and electro clashing sending snowflakes sprinkling to the warm ground, making the courtyard muddy. Sacaramouche, for the most part, stayed up on the pillars, whereas (name) floundered in the mud. Nearing the end of their sparring session, she kept slipping. Scaramouche took advantage of this fact and quickly sent a barrage of electricity at her, making the poor girl fall flat on her back. He then landed above her, effectively pinning her to to ground with a sneer on his face.

     “You’ve gotten better, yeah, but you’re not good.” He scoffed. (name) pouted up at him.

     “You’re such a bully! I am good!” She pushed him back, sending him sprawling into the mud. He made a decidedly unGodly noise as mud splattered on him as he hit the ground. (name) burst into a fit of laughter, grabbing a fistful of mud and throwing it at him. It landed with a wet splat right in the center of his chest. He gave her an icy glare before throwing mud back at her, which she dodged far too easily. 

     “This is stupid. We’re not children,” He huffed, standing up and trying to wipe his hands off.

     “It’s fun!” (name) protested as Scaramouche began to head back inside. He ignored her, kicking his shoes off and heading to the bathroom.

     “Hurry up if you want to bathe together,” He called unceremoniously. (name) scrambled after him, following him into the large bathroom. Scaramouche turned on the shower, making sure it was the right temperature before pulling off his mud-soaked clothes and tossing them in a pile. (name) followed suit, stripping before quickly stepping into the warm spray. The water quickly turned brown at their feet when Scaramouche pushed her head under the water to rinse her hair, ignoring her shrieks of protest.

     “It’s in my eyes, it’s in my eyes!” (name) cried, trying to pry his hand off of her neck.

     “Close them.” Scaramouche continued to hold her under the water with an eye roll, knowing she was being over-dramatic. With a defeated sigh, (name) stopped struggling and let him hold her under the water until it ran clean. Scaramouche let her go and (name) blinked at him with pathetically big eyes.

     “You’re so mean,” she sighed pitifully, watching him chuckle, his eyes raking over her figure.

     “I’m sorry, darling,” he purred. “But you did this yourself. I think you should make it up to me.” His hand trailed from her cheek down her neck to her shoulder. (name) blushed, shivering lightly at his touch and the way his gaze darkened.

     “I thought you were so tired,” she teased, trying not to notice the way the water dripped down his toned body. Scaramouche chuckled again, this time with the promise of something else.

     “Well, now you’ve gotten me all worked up,” Scarmaouche scolded, his touche trailing further down and brushing (name)’s breast before his whole hand engulfed it and he squeezed. (name) let out a choked breath, grabbing onto Scaramouche’s shoulders to steady herself. His other hand came up and repeated the motion on her right breast and she let out another breath.

     “On your knees,” Scaramouche said. “Wanna fuck your throat.”

     “What if I don’t want to?” (name) raised a brow, giving Scaramouche a challenging look. Scaramouche sneered.

     “How cute.” He pushed her down in the tub, grabbing her arm to make sure she didn't slip. “Do what I say, brat, and maybe I’ll be nice.” (name) flushed red and nodded quickly, pushing her breasts together and blinking up at Scaramouche through her lashes with a small smile, tongue poking out of her mouth to taunt him further. He sneered down at her, fisting her hair and yanking her head back, causing her mouth to fall open.

     “Be good and take it, hmm?”

[queenimmadolla]

For flirty boyfriend Eddie, what are your thoughts on him using every opportunity he gets to compliment or drop a cheesy pick up line on you no matter how long you’ve been dating?

This man LIVES for flirting. He was definitely coy about it before you were dating, he used one to ask you on a date—it was such a fucking stupid pick up line—but he was comfortable enough with you to pull it out, even brought raisins to snack on for the bit, offering you one, “Care for a raisin?”

Your nose scrunches up, “No, I’m good.”

But Eddie’s not done yet. He’ll actually never be done with you, “What? Don’t like them?”

“They’re alright, not my favorite thing.”

“What about a date?” His grin is so big, teeth flashing as he delivers the punchline and you can’t not smile like some dork in love even though it was stupid, it made your heart sputter. “Did you get my joke?”

“Yes, Eddie.”

“Okay, just checking. Sooooo, you gonna go out with me?”

“Yes, Eddie.”

“Okay, just checking again.”

After he knows you’re interested and after he secures you???? He has no filter. None. He will pull out every cheesy line he’s got. He’s a man of opportunity, so if you set yourself up for him to drop you a line, he’s doing it. I’ve already got this headcanon that he’s pretty much a slightly edgier version of Duckie Dale, so not only is he making it his life’s mission to flirt with you until you can’t think about anyone but him, he’s also serenading you in public (that scene was iconic and made me fall in love with Duckie). You two would be at the mall, walking past the fountain and he’d let go of your hand only to run up and jump on top of the fountain, singing out Rick Astley’s “Together Forever” (he actually hates that song and Rick Astley, but he’s tryna get his point across) at the top of his lungs.

When you finally manage to get him down, he’s still singing while you drag him away, “TOGETHER FOREVER AND NEVER TO PART, TOGETHER FOREVER WITH YOU!”

Then he somehow ends up being the one in control, twirling you around towards the exit rather than dragging, “AND DON’T YOU KNOW I WOULD MOVE HEAVEN AND EARTH TO BE TOGETHER FOREVER WITH YOOOOUUU!”

He pretends nothing happened the moment you get in the van. He won’t deny it when you bring it up to your friends because 1.) he doesn’t care, he’s getting laid; 2.) he already entertained the idea of gaslighting the memories out of you but he doesn’t plan on stopping his randomly timed romantic outbursts so there’s no point and 3.) he knows you actually really, really love it.

Eddie likes watching you too, admiring you, you’re not even doing anything special. Could be flipping through a magazine, reading a book and you still got him kicking his feet in the air, hands in his palms. “Oh, how I love thee. Let me count the ways,” then he proceeds to list literally every single thing about you, from how pretty your hair is, to your eyes and the way you’re rolling them at him right then, how pretty you look when you blush and exist, likes that thing you do with your tongue in his mouth and on his cock, how good you smell, loves your kisses and how often you’ll take the time to straddle him and just plaster them all over his face just because, how loved you make him feel, how you’re the reason why he didn’t care about learning Frankie’s (Corroded Coffin’s drummer, who Eddie alternated for when he couldn’t make it) drum solos because the only thing he wanted to bang was you—you threw your magazine at him for that one—and then to shut him up you smother his face in kisses again.

This isn’t even really flirty but I need to state that he definitely has his hand up for a high-five after sex.

Eddie passes you notes at school with little compliments written on them, more often than not they’re a little dirty—and then he immediately looks away and pretends it wasn’t him when you turn back to look at him after the crumpled up piece of paper is tossed on your desk, or falls out of your locker.

They go something like:

'You look really pretty in that dress, bet it would look better on my bedroom floor though :) also I want to bite your thigh, I love you ‘kay bye'

'I hate to see you leave, but I love to watch you walk away cause your ass is F I N E, wanna bite that too'

'Is robin teaching you how to play the trumpet??? cause you’re making me all horny and shit'

'I can tell you spent a long time on your hair, can’t wait to ruin it for you, my love'

'I cut my finger :( kiss it better?'

when you follow through on that one, you get:

'Your kiss is pretty magical baby, made my finger feel better! :D That being said, I’d like to let you know my penis hurts'

Yeah, you follow up on that one, too. Every note is signed off with a heart that’s got devil horns and a tail. It’s also on fire.

He’s really in love with you, there’s no coming back from it and since he’s a man of affection, he’s gonna make sure you know as often as he can :’)

[pretty-blkgirl]

Let Me Take Care Of You

//black!fem reader x idol!Chan//

Synopsis: You and your boyfriend love each other so much

Genre: fluff

Warnings: tiny bit suggestive towards the end, SICKENINGLY sweet fluff, reader is fem

A/N: I LOVE this so much, and I really wanted to make something sweet for our Channie. As you can see, the reader is described as a black female (but of course, anyone is welcome to read).

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You walk into your house, immediately kicking your heels off and walking to your bedroom.

Your feet were hurting and your eyes were heavy after a long day of work. You wanted to jump right into bed and sleep for a hundred hours, but something caught your eye before you made it to your bed.

Chan, your boyfriend, sat at your large vanity mirror. His hair was in its naturally curly state, and you watched him twirl a piece of his hair while staring at himself.

He had been working hard for the newest comeback he and the group were about to have. He rarely gets time off, and his chances of a break get lower during the comeback season. However, he was able to get a few days off this time.

He hadn’t noticed you coming in, so you walked up to him and set your hands on his shoulders. He had a look of distress on his face.

“What’s wrong darling?” You ask, making him take his hand from his head.

“My hair… I don’t know what to do with it.”

“I love it how it is!” you smile, making him let out a shy laugh.

“It’s all..messy though? I feel like maybe I should straighten it or something?”

“If you want” you shrug, “But you know I can help you manage your curls though. All you gotta do is ask sweetheart”

A genuine smile formed on his face as he looked up at you, “I would love that”

You smiled back and leaned down to give him a small kiss on his nose.

You then stood up straight again, looking at your boyfriend and taking in all his beauty.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?”

He blushes, “I should be telling you that. I still don’t know how I got so lucky”

“I’m the lucky one”

“Bullshit. Have you met you?”

You chuckle as he stands and takes you into his arms. He lets out a loud sigh, relaxing in your hold and tucking his face in your neck.

“How was work?” His question is muffled, but you still make out what he’s saying. He asks the same question every day, but you never get tired of it. You know he just wants to hear about your day, and it makes you happy to know he listens to you.

“It was fine. I did argue with Jessica today though”

“Fuck that bitch” He says bluntly. You laugh out loud which launches you both into hysterics.

After a long while of laughter, you walk to the bed and lie down.

“I’m exhausted,” You say, “I just wanna sleep”

“You haven’t eaten yet, though. Let me make you some food”

“No” You protest, sitting up and looking down at him, “You’ve been so stressed from work, and you finally have a day off. Let me take care of you”

“You’ve been stressed out too though. And that bitch Jessica is making things worse”

You laugh again as he sits up to grab your hands.

You stare at his face, again relishing in his beauty.

Everything was so perfect about him. His pretty, brown eyes. His gorgeous nose. His deep dimple that sits on the right side of his face. His perfect, pink, plush lips.

But besides his beauty, you loved his personality. He was so sweet and caring- not just to you- but to everyone he met. He treated you like a princess, making sure to pay attention to your needs and wants.

He went above and beyond to ensure your comfort, well-being, and happiness.

You took care of him too, giving him unconditional love and support. You loved taking care of him because he was so busy taking care of everyone else. Chan was willing to lack if that meant the people he loved had everything they needed.

He didn’t want the people he loved to worry about him- you especially.

But, you always worried about him. You always wanted him to be happy and healthy. You always checked in on your man to make sure he didn’t overwork himself.

If he is in a bad mental state, you would go straight to his studio and pull him out by the hair if you needed to. You loved him too much to see him hurt himself.

All in all, you two were the best couple. You both were amazing together. You knew he was your life partner, and you couldn’t wait to experience every moment -good or bad- with him.

“Baby?” He asked, making you snap out of your thoughts.

“Sorry honey, what were you saying?”

“You were staring so hard” He giggles, “I seen your pupils dilate too, that means you loveeeeee me”

You roll your eyes to try and hide your embarrassment, but Chan notices and starts to tease you more.

“You loveeee meeee, you wanna kiss meeeeee” He sings, making you cover your face.

“Hush!” You groan, taking your hands out your face, “What were you saying?”

He wants to keep teasing but he stops and takes your hands back into his

“I just wanted to say that you should let me take care of you. Let me pamper you.”

You smile, “You already do that bae”

“Yeah but I haven’t been doing it lately”

“Cuz you’ve been working! It’s comeback season”

You take your hands back and hug him, startling him a little bit, but it takes him no time to melt into the hug.

“How about we take care of each other? You can make dinner and I’ll draw us a bath afterward”

“Only if you let me give you a massage when we get back to bed”

You smirk and pull away to look at him, already seeing the mischievous look on his face

“A massage? That’s all you wanna do?”

“I mean, if it leads to something more then….” He shrugs and you playfully hit his chest.

You both get up and he goes to cook while you strip out of your work clothes and put on a T-shirt and some shorts. You then go to the mirror and take your hair down, rubbing at your scalp before grabbing your brush and gel to slick your hair back down.

After a little while, you achieve the perfect slick back puff and do your edges. You go on to grab your scarf and put it on to make sure your hair stays slicked down.

You rush to wipe your makeup off, then run to the kitchen to bother Chan while he cooks.

But he’s not annoyed by you, he only falls more in love.