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Inbox justkenz for mental health help 💜

Hi there, lovely human! I'm so glad you dropped by today :) this is a really great question, and I will do my absolute best to answer it! Please keep in mind I am not a licensed professional, and I'm also still on my mental health journey. These are just things that helped me, and I hope they help you!

Know Yourself. This is huge. I knew so little about who I was before I started an intentional process of trying to discover who I am, what my triggers and traumas are, etc. This is also really important because it directs your attention to the positive aspects of your personality and self, not just the parts you might struggle with. It's also important to understand that what worked for others - and is held up as this 'glorified self-care system' - might not look exactly the same for you. For example: I struggle with multiple autoimmune conditions, and the 'aesthetic' meals I copied off tiktok and youtube were actually hurting me, not helping. they might work for the creator, but self-care isn't copy and paste. it's a continuous, evolving process of attending to your individual needs. while therapy is of course great for assisting in this process, it can be really expensive. thankfully, many incredible resources are totally free. I would recommend journaling, yoga, and mindfulness as a great place to start. you can literally just search 'journal prompts for self-knowledge' on google, and there's lots of free meditations/podcasts/yoga classes. actually, i need to do a post specifically focusing on this really soon!

It might feel worse before it gets better, and that's okay. self-care is one of the most beneficial things for mental wellbeing. it can be extensive as taking a vacation, but for me it started with basic hygiene. it's hard for me to admit how hard basic hygiene was, and in depressive episodes, still is. I hated self-care at first because I always felt worse afterwards, and what's the point in taking aromatherapy baths if you feel more stressed afterwards?? I didn't know that it was actually my past trauma rising to the surface and releasing through my body and nervous system - traumas built on self-trust issues and fear. if this is the case for you, it's perfectly okay!! the media usually presents self-care rituals as these luxurious, stress-free, elaborate rituals. if yours, as mine did, end by crying on the bathroom floor, that's just fine. it's your body releasing old energy and trauma, which is usually negatively impacting your mental health. don't give up!! it will get better, and your brain and body will feel so much lighter after working through it.

What you eat matters. A lot. sugary/processed foods have a vast negative impact on depression and anxiety. unfortunately, that is exactly what my sad/scared brain craves. it's important to build healthy food habits into everyday life. I saw a huge impact on my mental health when I started paying attention to my food. this is not counting calories (in fact, please don't do that.) this is not restricting the amount of food you eat. it's eating as much as you want of foods that restore your energy and help clear your brain. lots of healthy fats and good proteins :) I eat keto/carnivore due to intense dietary restrictions, but I would recommend looking into Whole30, paleo, and keto lifestyles to see if it would work for you.

Spirituality. this was huge for me in my personal life, but these practices aren't confined to one specific belief system (and can still be beneficial without one at all.) for me, this looked like prayer, time in the Scriptures, and meditation. but meditation and gratitude practices can exist without any specific belief system and are helpful regardless of what you believe. any form of daily gratitude practice - whatever that looks like for you - is incredibly beneficial to mental health. again, there's tons of amazing resources online.

I tried to go through my biggest thoughts, but this was such an amazing question I could talk for hours!! I'll definitely do some mini-series posts on breaking down these topics and listing some specific resources. I wish you an amazing future, and don't hesitate to share any more questions/thoughts/comments! <333333

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Okay Cherry if this is any good indulge me by going wild with this prompt loosely based on my life at work. If it's not good then this never happened lmaooo!

Picture this, Eren works as a salesmen for whatever company you want and one of his charges has a sweet secretary type who always starts off the phone call real formal but then slips into this cheery, almost flirty tone as she rattles on about her bad knee or the latest video game or her yarn order out for delivery last she checked 20 minutes ago (a lil self-indulgent, i know).

He always indulges her and even shares some insights on his life too so now they have each other's sun signs, favorite color, and worst month before she passes the call over to her boss to make the weekly orders.

But one week he's in her city, kinda like a "stop in and say hi to your clients/rep the company" type of deal and he finally sets eyes on the sweetheart who always has a comeback for whatever silliness she gets him to say and dammit if this man didn't almost fallover when he sets eyes on that pretty face. And fuck him side ways when he catches her retreating to the back room. He'll obviously be around the next day around closing time to hopefully take the little lady out (and give her the deepest backshots) before he has to fly home next week.

AHFHDHRJDGSHS babes your mind!!!! >>>>>> this is so genius!!! 🫠🫠🫠 I hope I can do it justice tbh because this has my wheels turning! And thank you for all the beautiful asks you sent me, I’m so sorry it’s taken this long for me to get around to them. But I promise I will be answering them all VERY soon!! 🥹🫶🏾

Eren always strived to be the best at what he done. Whether it was athletics or academics, he always excelled above his peers in every area. The same applied once he was hired as a salesman for the Mercedes Benz dealership in his city. It didn’t take long for the young associate to find success in his career field. From his devilish good looks to his suave charm…possessing the gift of gab that could sell flames to the devil. It didn’t take long before he was the highest earning employee in not the district but soon the region. In a year’s time, he had worked his way up to regional manager and oversaw the entire store.

it came with big responsibilities but even bigger perks. He got to travel to all these places on the company’s dime. Stay in lavish hotels, work poolside and even party all at their expense. But it was to be expected of a young, handsome bachelor like himself. Even so, he was as cautious as he was reliable. He worked hard to maintain his standing but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t long for the companionship of another person as well. Luckily for him, he found it in the form of someone he’d least expect. While sifting through a new client list for potential tools and parts for the auto repair team, he came across one that he had never seen before but soon, he’d become even more acquainted with them..or rather, the person who was always on the other end. Yes, the sweet, cheery voice of the babe who answered every phone call. The one who always addressed him as ‘sir’ or Mr. Jaeger and would relay his messages with efficiency along with a ‘my pleasure’ in the most angelic voice he’d ever heard. One that sent flutters all throughout his body each time he heard it. Eventually, he had to know the name of the little lady who had him grinning from ear to ear as he sat with his feet propped up on his office desk. “And to who do I have the pleasure of speaking to, miss? I’d love to put a name to that beautiful voice.” Naturally, she divulges him and reveals her identity. “The name’s (y/n) (l/n). Of course, sweetheart and love suits me just fine.” As he had spoiled you with the sweet pet names. That you’d return with a quickness and send him into a blushing fit. Very unbecoming of the normally collected and stoic man. Eventually, he’d keep the conversations going on a bit longer than anticipated or allowed just to hear more from the once anonymous woman; finding solace, comfort and routine in hearing about work and personal affairs. Chatting it up with you long after the business side of things had been conducted.

time went on and the two of you had grown quite fond and accustomed to the regular phone calls that ensued almost three times a week at this point. Laughing and joking like old friends whom had known each other forever. “I swear, I call at least three times a week and you always answer. Do they ever give you a break?” “Poor things, they’d fall apart without me. Besides, it’s not all bad. I get talk to you so I’d say I’m pretty lucky.” Of course, he loved the flattery. You would find anything to speak on just to keep the conversation going. From your newest crochet project, to his recent acquisition of those new sneakers he’d had his heart and sights set on for a while. Everything from favorite foods, TV shows and colors were revealed in the calls. The funniest perhaps, may have been the topic of astrology and zodiac signs and he had not the slightest clue about that but by the next chat, he told you his sun, rising and moon and you couldn’t help but to chuckle at the fact that he could rattle it off so easily now. “What? A man can’t get curious? It’s interesting stuff.” “Absolutely. I just think it’s so cute. Maybe we can talk about it in person one day over some coffee.”

he holds you to that offer..about a week or so after that conversation when he pays a visit to your workplace as part of a client check in. Essentially shaking hands to maintain good relations with the vendors. But it wasn’t until he went up to the reception desk that he’d get the shock of a lifetime to learn that the pretty lady sitting before him was the one behind the beautiful voice that he chopped it up with almost daily. Big, bouffant curls, round glasses on that gorgeous face with a divine complexion and the most innocuous of eyes. His heart thudded and his face visibly flushed red when you told him your name and extended a hand to properly introduce yourself. It doesn’t take long for him to return it and with a kiss to boot. “I’m happy to finally put a face to that adorable voice.” Smirking as he proceeds to turn and address your other coworkers, who were mechanics and techs, but it’s when you get up to head to the back room; inviting him along under the guise that you had some paperwork for him to complete. And he follows with bells on!..

once you two are alone, all bets are off along with every article of clothing on your bodies. Propping you up on a countertop and grasping the backs of your thick thighs because they looked too good swaying in that tight skirt. Only after a very intense makeout session. Shoving your tongues into each other’s mouths as if you were long distance lovers and not perfect strangers. Even so, it didn’t let up there…peeling your top off and groping those beautiful tits that fit so perfectly in his palms. Taking those sweet little brown nipples into his mouth and suckling as you rode his fingers that he shoved knuckle deep into those thin lace panties. “Mr. Jaeger…” crying out so sweetly that it made his cock twitch in those slacks. Hastily pulling it out as he smirked against your lips. “Please, call me Eren, baby. We’re past the formalities, aren’t we?” And that much was apparent by the way he propped your leg on his shoulder and looked into your eyes as he finally slid inside of you and began thrusting up into you. Feeding you deep, long strokes without so much as a second of breaking eye contact. Your head fell back for a second and he secured it with a hand to the back of your neck. Moaning and whimpering but trying to remain quiet because you’d be fired on the spot if caught. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. Look at me while I fuck you..” spoken like a man who knew exactly how to handle a girl like you. Giving you the best dick you’ve had in ages and possibly ever!.. “you’re so tight..fuck.” Grunting as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. Leaving soft kisses along the curvature of it. You’d claw your freshly done nails into the flesh of his exposed shoulder blades; right over those tattoos he got done when he was younger. Begging him not to stop as he pounds your pussy relentlessly.

“Right there! Oh shit..” only retracting long enough to spin you around and hit you from behind. Leaving smacks on that big, plump ass that rippled with each stroke. How simple, innocent conversations about knitting and TV shows had turned into this juicy little love affair so quickly…you guys would never know. It could be attributed to the subtle flirtation or the bubbling sexual tension that could no longer be ignored by either party. Regardless, the two of you were knee (or balls) deep rather into this illustrious rendezvous. From the counter top to the coffee table where he fed you collapsed backshots. The whole thing went on until you both reached your peaks. “C’mere, baby. On your knees” ushering you to your feet so that he could paint that pretty face and tongue with his nut. To which he’d kiss you afterwards..

needless to say, he was quite smitten with you after that day. Even having flowers delivered to your desk before you arrived for your shift. Rather than communicating via company lines, you exchanged phone numbers and started texting. Where he phoned you up and invited you out to a nice dinner. Underneath candlelight at the finest Italian restaurant in town. He was a complete and total gentleman, who made that week one of the most memorable you’ve ever had.

something told you it wouldn’t be the last you’d see of the smooth talking salesman

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aviolentrose · 1 year ago

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candy girl • nanami kento

warnings + themes: mentions of abuse, angst, drugs, sex worker!reader, smut, lil bit of jealous nanamin 🥺. This is one of the installments in my Tales of The Underbelly series. These are in no particular order or theme.

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capo/underboss nanami….whew. A good man despite the line of work he’s in. One of seven other members in a smaller yet fearless gang that had accrued the reputation of some of the most vicious men in the underworld. A syndicate compiled of murderers, pimps and evil people. In a short period of time, his makeshift mafia had climbed their way to the top of the ranks. Acquiring millions via drug dealing, sex trafficking and gambling. In the midst of this awful activity, was a beacon of hope by the name of Kento. Who just so happened to wander into one of the clubs owned by him and his fellow comrades one night that he was the head over…where he saw a lady being tugged by her arm by two strange guys, who obviously couldn’t take no for an answer. He had witnessed many horrible things in his time as an underboss…people being killed for something as simple as a stolen dime bag of weed. His associates beating people senseless…it was a lot for anyone to take in but he handled it well. However, he couldn’t stand by idly when he saw one of them raise their hand and attempt to slap the young woman. Almost instinctively, without thought or pause…he intervened and return the hit right back to both of them. Laying them out where they stood.. it’s then that he met her gaze and swore he saw heaven for the first time in this hellish thing he called life.

“Mr. Nanami! I’m so sorry!” The girl frightened and in fear that he’d retaliate for having to step in and possibly ruin his night. Many of the others had come in here and flat out ignored the abuse that they had to endure at the hands of their johns and clients. Horrible, nasty dogs who had no respect. But if there was one man who’d do all he could to ensure that they treated his girls right. All of them loved him and when he came around because it was the semblance of kindness in a place that didn’t allow for it. He made them feel special, feel human and that they had somewhat of a safe space with him. But there was only one woman to truly capture his attention. The brown, doe eyed beauty with dark skin, pouty lips and platinum blonde hair. So gorgeous and alluring in her tight two piece but yet so innocent looking. He couldn’t help but to feel a way…or protect you. Tilting your head up with a finger underneath your chin. “No need to apologize, it’s my job. You all let me know if you have any other problems.”

as stoic and poised as ever, he strutted off with his hands tucked into the pockets of his khakis; golden wristwatch refracting underneath the bright lights as he retreated to his office. But unbeknownst to you, his face was flushed beet red and his heart was thudding. You were a goddess..a deity if he had ever seen one. One that he wanted to see all the time. So weeks pass and he requests to be stationed at the club every week. If for nothing else, to keep a keen eye on you..a close one that observed you as you strutted around in those clear Pleasers and served drinks to the men who wouldn’t have the slightest clue of what to do with you. Those toned legs and thick thighs looking divine when you came into his office with his signature glass of scotch and a bottle. It’s one night when he asks you to join him for a drink and to secretly get acquainted.

you happily oblige and sit atop his desk, sipping and nursing your own cup as he questioned you so sweetly. “You have a name, sweetheart? If you don’t mind, I’d like to know.” With a bit of hesitation, you’d answer.. “(y/n)…but they call me (nickname).” Both equally as beautiful as your face. He was smitten..intrigued that a girl like you had found yourself in a place like this. It’s then you’d go on yo explain that you were sucked into this life and knew of no way out. In a way, it was comforting, it was home and with him around, you felt safer. You’d speak about all of the things outside of this chaotic life that you loved. You with a passion for baking, stemming from your childhood when you were far more innocent…that you were more than your lifestyle and him with a bit of a sweet tooth ironically; an affinity for all things cakes, cookies and pies you just so happened to have the fix for his craving….in more ways than one…

“Is that so? Well you’ll have to treat me sometimes. I’d like a taste.”

sentiments which could be applied to both the cookies you so delicately made for him and delivered when he asked you to spend some time with him… “best I’ve ever had..” or the divine nectar between your thighs that he’d soon get a sample of when he for the first time in the three months that seemed to pass once you two met, got you to smile…and not just fake it as you had done so many times before with many of the male clients in this place. Including his cohorts. You’d laugh wholeheartedly, holding your belly after he made a joke about one of the other members. That’s when he’d point out something no one had ever said to you.

“You have the most beautiful laugh, (y/n). Being happy looks good on you.”

you nearly began crying on the spot and wanted to jump straight into his arms but you instantly froze…afraid that the other shoe was about to drop at any time. The switch that would inevitably occur when he decided to manipulate or control you..use that trust you guys had built to get whatever he wanted like so many others had done but that wasn’t the case. He had no ill intentions and although it was hard to figure him out sometimes, there was no doubt that Kento Nanami was only interested in seeing you glow. Eventually, the distance between you two came to a close and he’d brush the side of your face before posing a question:

“Would it be inappropriate for me to ask you for a kiss?” Which was by the far the most gentle thing you’d heard since becoming an escort. You wouldn’t hesitate to give him permission and your lips crashed together in a powerful haze. Your bodies tousling back and forth as you absentmindedly stripped the other out of those clothes. By the time you came to, your dress was hiked up and his shirt was wide open. The stains of your glossy lipstick painted all over his neck and nape.. he doesn’t want to stop and you damn sure don’t want him to so you give him your consent to do as he pleased to your body. “Can I touch you here, beautiful?” “Can I put my mouth here?” All questions you answered with a breathy “…yes. Whatever you want.” But he couldn’t in good faith feel you up unless you wanted him to. Not when he knew of your past encounters. How you had been violated not of your own volition, left with scars from the horrible encounters you’ve had to endure. So he’d gently kiss, rub and tend to every wound, telling you how beautiful that body was even when you wanted to conceal it in shame.

“It’s okay, I promise you’re safe with me. I’d never hurt you..”

he means every word. Especially considering that from this point forward, whether anyone knows it or not, you’re his girl. His lady and he’d kill anyone who’d dare compromise that. He’s never felt anything like this before! Love, lust…hell, he couldn’t even put a name to it but all he knew was that he never wanted this moment to end. So right there…right there in that office on his chair, he’d pull you atop him with his hands coiling your back and bouncing you up and down his dick. A grip on your ass that felt so domineering but soft and kind. As if he were doing it as a form of security rather than control. He’d allow you to whimper into his shoulder blade as you took him balls deep; his palms landing on those thick cheeks, causing a ripple. “Mmmphm! Kentooo…” crying out with a shrill cry as your nails scathed his skin. He loves the feeling…the touch of a woman that satisfied him physically and emotionally. The way you gripped his shaft as if you never wanted to let him go as all eight and a half inches slammed into you. Guiding you up and down and feeding you sweet praise.

“There you go..you take me so well.” “God, you feel so good..” “..you look so pretty with me inside of you.”

and it was only a few minutes later when the both of you would meet your climatic peak together and in a barrage of tears and sweat, you’d become one and immediately meet with a kiss afterwards. Telling you to let it all out and allow those sweet fluids to rain on him. It was from that night on that Kento refused to let another soul mistreat you or make you feel less than your worth. “I’m so glad I met you..”

you were the sweetest deal he’d gotten out of this entire ordeal since he’d become a capo. His angel…his candy girl.

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aviolentrose · 1 year ago

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how about we reverse the roles a little and imagine what it'd be like sending eren one of these salacious videos or FaceTime calls? (Yes this is p2 of the phone sex drabble)

catching him in the midst of leaving basketball practice for the night..tanned skin glistening with water; replacing the sheen of sweat that had previously been there. Hair pulled back and his shirt off with only a warm, white towel wrapping his waist. His phone was propped up against the side wall of his basketball locker when it began to buzz and illuminate with the notification that his favorite person in the entire world was calling.

my babymoms 💍🤎

you’d often phone him just to see how practice had gone or to inquire on whether or not he’d be stopping by or even staying for the evening. Because your apartment was a lot closer to the practice facility than his on campus dorm was, you’d let him crash at your place. Of course, that always resulted in the two of you getting in trouble you had no business in. Including ending up in the shower together or being bent over your couch because he just so happened to get that mirror pic you sent him in your thong and t-shirt. “Hey gorgeous.” The first words out of his mouth as he answered the call. But it’s what occurred once he looked up that would have him utterly speechless. In the lens. “Hey babyboy, how was practice?” A snarky giggle followed by your legs parting and your pearly white toes in the lens. But what truly had him fixated on the screen was that freshly waxed, plump little core…looking so succulent and sticky. The best part? It was all for him. At the moment, he seemed to be alone but you could hear chatter from his teammates in the distance. Even so, they weren’t a concern for either one of you. “G-good! What are you doing?” Eren questioned, whispering into the mic as he attempted to shield you from the view of anyone else. This was a party of two. With that sly grin plastered on your face, (y/n) began to massage that hairless mound, tousling your fingers around your lower lips before eventually parting them open to expose that clit. It was so swollen that the little bud was twitching on its lonesome. Your entire pussy glazed in a sheath of arousal…so needy and desperate for his touch. “What does it look like? I’m just…having a little fun.” Seductively uttering as you hook a finger underneath your bra strap to remove it. Eventually, whiny moans followed shortly after and those delicate fingers soon made home against your folds, spreading yourself wide open for his viewing pleasure. That pink flesh glistening in slick, surrounded by plump brown lips and that tight hole flexing…God, he wanted nothing more than to devour you at that very moment but instead, he’d indulge you in this mischievous little game.

“Is that right?..well you mind if I play along?” Chewing at his lower lip as he reaches downward and cups himself through the towel still coiling his waist. You brought out his absolute worst and he loved every second. “Mmphm..go ahead. Take that towel off if you’re really brave.” Daring him to really kick things up a notch. From there, you’d continue to drum up more of that wetness; smacking noises crackling through the speakers along with your sweet little cries. “I’m fucking the shit out of you when I get home, I hope you know that..” Eren muttered quietly as he continued running his hand along the tip of his cock. His precum began to stain the linen and he didn't give a damn who saw right now..he needed you so badly! With two fingertips enclosed around your nipple and the others rubbing slowly on that center. Your eyes locked intensely and when he decided to falter for just a second, you’d command him right back whilst shoving those digits knuckle deep into that warm pussy. “Fuck them..focus on me, daddy. Eyes up here..” Your middle and ring finger alternating pumping gently just to work up that milky silk clouding around your tiny hole. You’d move at a mediated pace, hoping to imitate his thrusts when he first slides in. He truly loved when you bullied him in bed, doing any and everything to make you happy. To make sure you got that nut first..

“Yesmaam..you got it...keep going baby, I’ll be there soon..” “..of course..” whimpering as you leaned forward to spit onto your already gushing center. When he stared at you like that, you’d do whatever he wanted. Speeding up, you’d begin to switch the digits out and even add your thumb back to your clit and slowly tease it, increasing its pace to drum up more. That cream was leaking everywhere, all over those fingers, the floor where a towel lie underneath you and your acrylic nails. How fluidly your digits moved in and out…he practically came at the sight. Meanwhile, he’d thrust slowly up into his enclosed fist, letting out muffled grunts in the process. He wanted more than nothing for it to be him stretching you out right now; ankle draped over his shoulder blade as he placed kisses on your instep and a hand on the headboard as it banged the wall. It’d be reality soon enough but for now, you guys continued playing with yourselves and hoping that no one interrupted. Especially since your climax was nearing.

“ ‘Ren….ooh fuck. Imma come, baby..imma fucking come.” You’d begin to gasp and heave, knowing you couldn’t hold back much longer. By the amount you were frothing alone, he could also see that you were probably ovulating, which meant he’d have your birth control working overtime tonight. “I know, mama. I know…but not yet. Need you to tell me who’s pussy that is..tell me.” Alas, you were too busy moaning. A complete wreck of stimulation and tears. That little tongue wagging around and dripping with drool, unable to keep it in your mouth. And you knew better than to defy because that would only make it much worse when he got there. After he finished eating you out until your eyes took permanent residence in the back of your fucking skull, he’d dick you down until your legs couldn’t function. “Shit!” “C’mon, say it…or you better wait until I get there.”

but there was not a single question who got it this wet! It was forever one person… “you, ‘Ren..it’s yours! It’s all yours…please let me come..” unbeknownst to you, he was close as well. Pumping that first around his shaft and squeezing that tip until it began to leak everywhere. By this time, neither of you could withstand it and he’d grant you permission. “Good girl..you can let go now.” Knowing what was about to happen next and that brought about a wide smile on his face. Letting out a loud gasp, along with his name, (y/n)’s tilted backwards and with that moan came a powerful stream of squirt to follow. That wetness splattering your screen and nearly knocking it over. Your legs trembled and you shook uncontrollably trying to ride that orgasm. Right behind you was his own and you’d hear his breath hitch in his throat and as quietly as he could muster, Eren busted his own load, leaving a warm nut in that towel. “Fuck, fuck, fuck..shit, baby!” Nearly collapsing to the floor from how lightheaded he became. Once the two of you came to, you’d burst into laughter and just revel in the moment. Unable to believe that it just happened.

“You’re such a troublemaker, (y/n). You know that?” “Yeah, but you love it…” licking your fingers clean of those remnants and tasting yourself. Just to see the effect you had on him, he’d angle the camera downward so you could see the mess he had concocted, to which you’d only reply with an ‘oops.’ He’d finish getting himself cleaned up and try to regroup; tossing on a t- shirt and a pair of sweats, something he could quickly tear off when he made it to you. Because he needed a couple more rounds and with his stamina, it was possible. Finally, he’d toss on his backpack and just at that moment, you’d both hear someone calling out to him. “Hey, Eren! You ready?” The voice belonged to his best friend but his attention was all yours..

“Hey, baby. Be just like that when I get there, okay? We got a lil business to handle.” Shooting you a wink afterwards along with a kiss before ending the call.

All yours once he made it back.

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aviolentrose · 2 years ago

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intimate moments - eren jaeger

summary: a collection of shared moments between you and eren.

w/c: 1.3k

2:29 am

“What’s your favourite thing in the world?” Eren asks. You ponder the question briefly, your silence making Eren twist his head toward you. He lay on his stomach, you on your side, and your hand on his bare back.

“I don’t know,” You say eventually, running your nails up and down his spine. Sparse goosebumps coat his hot skin, and it’s one of the few times you’re reminded that he’s real.

Eren scoffs softly. “That’s awkward. I was going to say you,” he laughs, the darkness blanketing his pink cheeks.

“Well,” You say. “You said thing. You’re not a thing, you’re so much more than just a thing, Ren. I don’t know about my favourite thing, but you’re my favourite person.”

“Well,” Eren mocks. “You’re my favourite person and thing in the entire world.”

You bite back a laugh. “Okay, thanks, Ren.”

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9:58 pm

The only sounds in the diner are the distant clink of ceramic plates and the buzzing of the light overhead.

“Remind me what we’re doing here again?” You mumble, chasing the straw around the glass with your mouth. Eren sighs and reaches across the table to grasp the red and white straw between his thumb and pointer finger, holding it still for you. You hum in thanks, closing your lips around it, looking at him expectantly.

“Thought it’d be cute, but it's kinda dead,” He purses his lips, eyes scanning the empty red booths that line the restaurant's walls.

Eren’s slumped back in the booth, his legs outstretched under the table, knees bumping into yours, though he doesn’t care to move them.

“I would ask if I could have a sip of your milkshake, but you downed it like a child,” You chide, your upturned lips betraying your false annoyance.

Eren shrugs one shoulder. “Can you blame me? I was thirsty. Yours, on the other hand…”

You roll your eyes and push your glass across the table, watching as Eren ignores the straw entirely and brings the lip of the glass to his mouth. Before he drinks, he raises an eyebrow in a silent question, to which you sigh and nod.

And then your milkshake is finished too.

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12:45 pm

“What did you get for question 5?” Eren mumbles, eyes squinting at the paper he holds in his hands.

You look down at your practice test paper, eyes scanning back to the 5th question. “H+.”

“H— huh?” Eren furrows his eyebrows and holds the paper up in front of his face. “H+?” He whispers.

He mumbles the question back to himself. “Pyruvate dehydrogenase complex… oxidises pyruvate… blah, blah, by removing what?... He+. It’s He+, baby.”

“Eren,” You call softly, drawing him out of frustration. “Let me help you—”

“No!” He suddenly says, shaking his head. “I want to do these by myself.”

You nod, head downturned to read your next question. Although, as the minutes pass, it’s difficult to concentrate when Eren keeps sighing, and his pen repeatedly hits the table.

“Ren, could you please—” And when you go to look at him, the sudden scrunching of paper makes you jump, causing you to look up faster.

After making his practice test a ball, Eren shoves the paper into his mouth. The shock on your face makes him laugh, the sound muffled.

“Eren!” You scold, giggling in surprise and disgust, standing and leaning over the table to remove the wad from his mouth. “Stop that.”

You look to your right at the other students in the library, not wanting to disturb them. After dropping the damp paper ball on the table, you go to sit back down, but Eren throws his arms around your shoulders.

“I can't bare this any longer!” He exclaims, nuzzling his face into your neck.

Your hand circles his head to run your fingers through his hair. “Okay, you big baby. Let’s get lunch.”

“I knew I loved you for a reason!”

—

4:23 pm

“Can you shave my beard?”

You lift your head from where you were focused on your laptop screen. “What?”

Eren huffs and stalks closer to where you sit on the couch. “Can. You. Shave. My. Beard?”

“What beard?” You furrow your eyebrows as you squint at your boyfriend’s jaw. “There’s literally nothing there, Ren.”

“There is! Look,” He bounds over to you, stopping a breath away from your face, pointing at the left side of his jaw. It is true. There is stubble.

You sigh. “It’s like a millimetre of hair, there’s nothing to shave.”

Eren pulls back abruptly. “Hey! It’s a millimetre more than Connie's. Now come on!”

You now sit on the counter, next to the bathroom sink, a disposable razor in your hand, as you watch Eren lather the bottom half of his face with shaving cream.

He looks in the mirror as he does so, concentration etched between his eyebrows. He’s meticulous with the cream, ensuring it doesn’t go beyond the areas of stubble.

“Don’t think too hard. You’ll hurt yourself,” You tease, softly kicking his thigh with your foot.

“Shhhhh…” He hushes, quickly rinsing his hands under the tap. After, he moves between your open legs, standing with his eyes closed, ready for you to begin. He places his hands on your thighs, rubbing up and down.

When he doesn’t feel the razor on his face, Eren cracks open an eye to peek at you. “Any day now.”

But when he sees the bashful look on your face and the sparkle in your eye, he can’t help but blush.

“What?” He whispers, growing all the more shy under your gaze.

“You’re just so pretty,” You sigh, bringing your hand around his neck to pull him closer to you. His nose bumps yours, and you already anticipate the shaving cream war that will ensue the minute you do something, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“Shut up,” Eren mumbles, pressing his lips against yours.

—

7:19 am

“Let’s go for a run,” You smile as you stand up from the bed.

“What?” Eren yawns, throwing his elbow over his eyes. “You wanna join me on my run?”

“Yeah, it’ll be fun.”

“Baby, no offence,” Eren starts, peaking at you from under his arm. “But have you ever run in your life?”

You scoff, throwing a stray throw pillow at his head. “Sports in my youth counts!”

“Ugh, fine. But I’m not carrying you.”

And that’s how you found yourself a quarter of a mile behind Eren as he jogs on the spot, waiting for you to catch up.

“Come on, baby! I believe in you! Pump those legs,” He yells, arms in the air. You scowl at him, breathing ragged as you willed yourself to keep going.

But just as you go to hop onto the curb from the road, your ankle betrays you, causing your body to falter and fall to the ground.

You don’t miss Eren’s cackle before he’s approaching you. “No way…”

“Fuck off.”

Eren holds his hand out for you to take, a cheeky grin on his face. “We’ll go home now.”

You reluctantly take his hand before he pulls you up. But as soon as you do so, your ankle buckles underneath you. When you sway, Eren’s arm wraps around your waist.

“Easy,” He mutters, peering down at your injured foot.

Then he huffs and picks both of your arms up, turns around, and puts them on his shoulders. “Come on, hop on.”

You smile smugly, the dull ache in your foot making you wince as you jump onto his back after he crouches down. Eren’s arms circle your thighs, and you shuffle up his back, your face next to his.

You place a kiss below his ear. “Thanks, bro.”

Eren rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Call me that again, and you’re walking home.”

“Sorry, bro,” You giggle when he loosens his grip on your legs, making you tighten your arms around his neck.

He didn’t make you walk home.

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geto can feel it. this is the exact moment where he’s supposed to kiss you, because everything feels just right.

but all he can think about is the disgusting feeling in his mouth from the curse he had to exorcise and ingest earlier. he smoked the last cigarette from the pack right before the movie started and satoru stole his bubblegum so there isn’t any way he can mask the rough taste of his mouth.

suguru knows you’re waiting for him to kiss you, to finally let you feel his lips somewhere other than your cheek or forehead.

the light from the big screen illuminates on your face so prettily, your eyes glimmering and lips curled into the softest of smiles. he wants to kiss you so bad it hurts.

your face is inching closer to his faster than he imagined before, and yes, he imagined his first kiss with you.

he imagined kissing you after your first date, in some empty park, under the moonlight and the faint wind gently fanning over you two, with minty freshness in his breath and all of his neediness seeping through; not in the shitty cinema with satoru and shoko somewhere outside waiting for him and you, the drowning smell of snacks and other couples around.

still, this all feels right for a moment. or if he doesn’t think about it much.

“wait, i—”

your lips are on his before he can say anything else, the whole world fading into the background, the lights appearing only above him and you.

suguru clearly feels the softness and shyness of your movements as you hold his face in both of your hands for a couple of seconds before pulling away and licking your lips with a pleased hum.

“you taste like caramel popcorn,” you note with a giggle, looking back at the screen as if your cheeks aren’t burning up with red just like his and your hand isn’t shaking beside his.

geto’s eyes never leave your face as you get invested in the remaining part of the movie he doesn’t care about(he is only watching it because you were really excited when you saw the poster when you were done with the mission and roaming around the city), eating away the caramel popcorn he forgot about earlier.

you seem to be okay with him being completely braindead and not responding to anything, and suguru feels at ease knowing that you aren’t upset with his lack of proper reaction.

he links his pinkie with yours and places a sweet kiss on your cheek, moving to whisper in your ear, “i’ll kiss you better when we’re outta here, okay?”

your smile is brighter than the big screen as you nod and put a popcorn in his mouth.

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aviolentrose · 2 years ago

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bimbo assistant!reader x ceo!toji

17+ to interact pls nsfw aaa

authors note: this has been sitting in my drafts for like 3 weeks n i just finished it bc i was tired of looking at it LMAO but i hope u guys enjoy <33

you walk into the office building wearing your too-tight black mini skirt that accentuates your curves n your baby pink blouse that barely provided coverage as your perky tits were practically spilling out of it. hair did all nice with fluffy pin curls that complemented your face. your pink heels clack against the floor as you approach toji's office room.

originally, you were meant to be toji's new assistant. doing daily tasks such as getting his morning coffee, scheduling his meetings, or sorting through files. but here you are, bent over on toji's desk, paperwork a jumbled mess, skirt hiked up, blouse pulled above your tits, and toji pounding into your sopping wet cunt mercilessly with his fat cock.

"f-fuck this tight little cunt was made f' me" toji groans as he continues to rut his hips against your ass "a-ah right there toj- ahh!" you whine as the tip of his cock continuously hits your sweet spot, fat balls smacking against your clit. toji's hand snakes around your waist to massage the tiny bundle of nerves and your gummy walls immediately clench around his cock. mouth immediately forming into a o shape as you let out a silent gasp. "g'nna cum ohmygosh toji please please please!" you beg as you feel your climax approaching, pussy pulsating around his fat veiny cock.

"ffuckkk baby, cream all over daddy's cock" toji whispers into your ear in a sultry tone and soon after your toes are curling and your cum is dripping down his dick. he continues to rub your overstimulated clit as you try to squirm out of his grasp "'s too much toji!!" you whine "'m not done yet doll" he smirks "'m just gettin' started."

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aviolentrose · 2 years ago

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˗ˏˋ ´ˎꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ

Single parent Miguel! meeting single parent reader! has crossed my mind.

Single parent miguel! spending quality time with you and your child to get a bond with you both, he takes your child to the park and pushes your son/daughter on the swings and down the slides. Miguel always pops up with surprise gifts for you and your son/daughter to.

Single parent miguel! who wants to prove himself that’s he could can be the best parent figure and a good husband to you.

Single parent miguel! who wants takes you of lavish dates and spoils you whatever you want, He knows he’s not going to get his daughter back so he wants to make your child the happiest people in his life now.

Child Reader! who views Miguel as actual parent figure to even called him “papa” for the first time he practically sobbing while holding your child. He wants to prove himself to you that he can be a good father for you both.

Single parent Miguel! who offers to babysit your child whenever you have to leave the house for errands. You came home to your child and Miguel in the kitchen baking together with flour all of they’re faces as they made dinner for the three of you. 🥹

He probably thinks about his child he lost before and becomes attached to you and your child cause he’s knows he can’t bring his own daughter back, so he has to keep both of you safe as possible.

Single parent reader! who loves when Miguel comes over and spends time with your child while you tend to your needs, your son/daughter loves when he comes over to.

Single parent miguel! who’s the best father for you and your child and you couldn’t ask for better.

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aviolentrose · 2 years ago

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─── 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄

+ gojo x f!reader | wc 2.3k | content: modern au, fluff, slight angst, rich!gojo, rich!reader, arranged marriage but reversed(?), slightly suggestive

notes: haha i was exploring tropes and this just came to me :’) fairly nervous so feedbacks and reblogs appreciated muwah <3

summary: sometimes you think that you and gojo are not meant to be. and sometimes, he itches to prove you wrong.

there are many things you would call gojo satoru. partner in crime, friendship on fire, a twisted manifestation of the kind of romance that would consume you whole if you didn’t take precaution.

“ready to do this, baby?”

he’s as sweet-lipped as ever, the honeyed words overflowing from his tongue. how you’d miss it, those words you hear at night, the saccharine praises that send you into overdrive.

“only if you are, sweetie.”

you’re equally good at it, having learned from one of the best—gojo satoru himself. you smirk at him, straightening his suit and tie. he looks devilishly handsome in that tailored suit, the one you had made for him. if you recall correctly, he only saves it for a special occasion.

and it qualifies—today is definitely a special occasion.

“so happy to be getting rid of me?” satoru asks you, pouting and putting on his best puppy eyes. his white lashes house a sea of crystalline blue, the kind you’ve gotten addicted to, the same pair you’d gotten lost in many times over.

you’ll never forget it.

the way satoru’s lips ghost over your own. the way his index finger trails up the side of your arm. he likes the goosebumps that sear across your skin. satoru loves knowing the effect he has on you.

this marriage of convenience has taken its toll on both your families. in hindsight, they should’ve known that they can’t control either of you. the gojo family, for all they’re worth, thought that gojo satoru would never betray their money, their status. and your family—they’d always known you’d objected to these notions; convenience, business, romance—the way these three intertwine intentionally, a manufactured relationship borne out of familial ties.

it’s bullshit.

how lucky for you, that gojo satoru felt the same. he still feels the same, which is why he’s in front of you right now, getting ready to drop the bomb in the investors’ meeting.

his father is sure to kill him, but that’s provided he can get through you first.

sure, getting married to gojo satoru was not in your life plans. your mother had chosen a very apt timing to tempt you, quoting half a million dollars as the condition for getting and staying married to that gojo boy. and sure, she can do her best to try and haggle that money back from you once the both of you are done with today, but you’re guessing she’ll be facing much more important and pressing matters than simply getting money back from her defiant daughter.

“this is what we discussed, satoru,” you sigh, avoiding his question like he knew you would. “one year, that’s all we needed. and look where we are now.”

satoru smiles, pearly whites and bad boy charm. “i’d miss you in my bed at night though.”

you smack him playfully across his chest. he only chuckles lowly, fondly, his right hand on your head, brushing your hair. it almost makes you want to stay. but that wasn’t part of the deal, and you’re not sure that either you or satoru are ready for commitments.

“must’ve been some pretty good sex to make the gojo satoru miss me, huh?” you play along, pushing yourself away gently, your hand on his chest.

satoru tips your chin up with his finger, looking you in the eyes as he tells you, “babe, you’re the best pussy i’ve ever had.”

complete romantic, as you can tell. (you can’t stop his vulgar tongue even if you tried.)

“okay okay, stop stalling, satoru,” you chide him, holding your palm out, smiling as he takes it. “got the evidence?”

satoru holds a thick envelope out, grinning. “all here.”

the two of you stand outside the conference room for a minute, staring at each other. in another world, maybe you’d be in this hotel with gojo satoru where you’re actually married—for feelings rather than a transaction. in that other world, maybe you and gojo satoru were childhood sweethearts, the kind where you grew old without all the fucked up relationships that branded both of you too overwhelmed to be in a real one right now. hey, maybe in that world, maybe just maybe, that vow that gojo satoru had uttered on your wedding day (the same that you had uttered as well)—maybe he would’ve meant it.

you didn’t think you would come to like gojo satoru. it’s been a long time since you’d first met him. when you’d seen him stomping into the meeting room of your company’s office like he owned the place, like everyone there was beneath him. he’d gotten right under your skin then and there.

getting along was no easy feat. it took three months for the both of you to agree to live together. strangely it took just one night for you both to give in to temptation once you did start living together.

both of you are menaces—that’s what your mother would say.

somehow, somewhere, those feelings you thought you’d never feel before blossomed again. the kind of trust you didn’t think you’d ever give was given to satoru and you wonder if he even knows it. but satoru has never changed his stance on relationships since the first time you met him; they’re a waste of time.

“you know, if you wanna keep me, all you gotta do is say so.” satoru’s looking at you, that jester smile plastered on his face. you can’t see his beautiful eyes when it’s all crinkled up like that, but you thank god for that. you don’t know how you’d resist him if you could see them.

“dream on, satoru,” you deflect, and expertly. you’re great at hiding your real feelings like that. “our deal ends today.”

yeah, the deal the two of you made with each other, right when both families thought their children had made peace with their decision, or their fate, as they liked to call it. neither you nor gojo felt any affection for the family you grew up in, not when they’d never took interest in either of you as anything other than an heir. when both your childhoods were filled with extra readings and learning proper manners. when satoru grew up learning from his father that women were just a means to a child and you’d grown up learning from your mother that if a girl is not beautiful then she is not desirable. you remember how she almost disowned you for getting a scar on your face, even though it was only temporary.

she has a penchant for the overdramatics. you think today might be no different. you hope not. the entire aim of today is to bring about the crumble of two empires—gojo’s and your family’s.

to hell with their money and their dirty syndicates. it’s filthy money they have their hands full with, and frankly, you and satoru are done playing their pawns.

as satoru leads the way, you loop your arm around his elbow, watching as his father is taken completely off-guard when he watches his own son expose his schemes, watching as your own parents try to salvage the situation by saying how children these days would do anything to get out of their responsibilities.

they’re all walking ironies.

you both watch as the investors walk out one by one, outraged and disappointed. you watch as satoru’s own father vows to kill him, and you scoff as your own mother seconds his notion.

“not if the law gets you first,” you tell them, effectively shutting them up as they hear the police sirens in the air.

they spew about how the both of you are pieces of shit as they’re taken away, and you find you couldn’t care less. maybe it’s a little inhuman of you not to feel a thing when you watch your parents getting taken away in handcuffs. but then again, they’d never really treated you like a human either.

“here you go,” satoru chirps as the sirens drown into the background. he holds out another envelope, this one solely for you.

you smile, a melancholy washing over you as you take it from his hands and take the documents out, flipping to the last page where satoru has already signed.

“our divorce papers,” you coo, “how romantic.”

because gojo satoru is always a romantic.

he remembers your birthday and remembers your favourite cake. he remembers what you need when you’re upset, never makes you feel alone. he remembers how you like your eggs and purposely cooks them wrong all the time. he remembers how you take your coffee and always gives you tea. he remembers how you always nag at him for annoying you and then annoy you some more because for some reason you look very attractive when you’re angry.

it takes you a minute to sign your own name. it kind of feels lonely now, thinking how you’ll never go back to the same apartment as satoru. how you won’t see him sprawled out on the couch, pouting because you’re a little late for movie night. how you won’t catch him staring at your body as you get changed. how you won’t get to throw your pillows at him in the morning for tickling you in bed just to get you to wake up.

after all—you’d agreed; these affections were temporary like they were always meant to be.

you can’t help but find yourself wishing for more. but you were raised to be ruthless, not stupid. you won’t let satoru know of your feelings, because all your deductions say that nothing good will come of it.

“hmm,” satoru hums as he eyes your signature. “wouldn’t be opposed to a special arrange—”

“not gonna be your fuckbuddy, satoru,” you deadpan at him, flicking his forehead.

“why not?” he whines, and you nearly cave.

because you can’t risk falling further than you already have when there’s absolutely zero chance of satoru catching you.

“because there’s a long line of guys i wanna date and you should get in line first,” you lie, and satoru smirks like he’s caught on to something.

but if he has, he doesn’t say a thing, and that tells you everything you need to know.

“guess this is it then, l/n y/n?”

you don’t want it to be, but it has to.

“you made a great fake real husband, gojo satoru,” you tell him, shaking his hand.

kind of a lame goodbye for two people who had shared everyday together for the past year. but you think maybe this brief goodbye should suffice. you don’t want the flames to burn either of you blue.

gojo satoru doesn’t say another word when you turn to leave.

and you don’t turn to look back at him as you walk away.

some chapters of your life should come to a close. your chapter with gojo satoru should remain here, kept close in your heart, kept warm as memories should.

six months later.

“i just think you and i would be suited for other people.”

it’s funny, how everything never works out between you and other guys. you don’t recall it being so hard with satoru. perhaps he was truly made for you, like the heavens designed. but both of you were too similar, too afraid of commitment. nothing was going to come out of it anyway.

and maybe that’s why you miss it.

his fleeting glances, soft lips on tender skin and a pair of calm blue that never fails to mesmerise you.

satoru is the fleeting kind of romance that burns so bright in its prime and the kind you can never keep close. not when he isn’t willing to tone it down and when you don’t have the tolerance to match.

strangely, maybe that’s also why you’re still drawn to him. you’re still hoping that there will be a flaw in the design, that your seemingly parallel lines will intersect somehow. that maybe you won’t have to try and replace him with someone else.

“yeah, kento, i get it,” you tell nanami, sipping on your tea as you watch him get up and go.

you and nanami would not have worked out anyway. not when you’re way too fucked up and he’s comparibly normal. it would be too much for him. you would be too much for him. you stare at the tea in front of you. you kind of miss those dates satoru took you on; trespassing on private property and reliving youth in arcades.

satoru is everything—love, heartache, gambles, sins. both of you are spun from the same thread, and maybe you believe that if soulmates exist, you and him have the same red thread twirled around your pinkies.

though, the fact that he isn’t here simply proves you to be wrong.

last you’d heard, satoru was travelling the world, carefree and spreading his wings like you always knew he would.

you find yourself wishing that perhaps, somehow, you’d meet him again. but you sigh and get up, knowing you are far too old for this wishful thinking.

but where you’d thought that satoru was roaming, you forget that he’s much like a swallow. because now, when you turn around, you catch that same shade of ocean blue staring straight at you, the same white locks that obstructed your vision in the mornings.

the same satoru who’d learned of love through you and you alone. the same satoru who, even if he leaves, will always find his way back to you, no matter how much you try to deny and push him away.

satoru takes two steps forward before he pulls you towards him, his long arms coming around you and holding you tight.

this time, he’s not going to let you go.

“y/n,” he calls your name softly, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “wanna give this another shot?”

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