#finally posting this oneeee

[just-a-madrigal]

Mmm, cheeseburger

Last Train to Bluemoon Canyon

Nancy Drew Embroideries

[aliamor]

I have a request, but idk if it's NSFW. I'm not asking for smut, but the idea does have nudity (if you wanna throw a little smut in there, i wouldn't mind). The idea is basically Case x a reader who likes to sleep in the nude...LMAO. but like, this would take a while for the reader to admit, and it's a huge trust thing with her.

I got you on this oneeee, I LIKE THIS LMAO😭

ೀ once you know case likes skin to skin contact, he brings up the idea of sleeping in the nude but its takes you awhile to fully get comfortable with it.

ೀ each night to slowly get use to it, you would sleep with one piece of clothing off and build up to being comfortable fully nude.

ೀ every night as you as case lay next to eachothers, he would kiss the part that was exposed to him. For example if you had your shirt off but a bra on, he would kiss all over your collar bone to your arms and stomach.

ೀ and once the trust is built and you didnt wear a bra, he would still kiss all over the same spots but moving to your tits next.

ೀ after a few weeks of getting use to being bare to sleep, you finally asked case when you were going to bed if both of you could be fully naked and be skin to skin.

ೀ hes never said yes so fast in his LIFE, and took you to the bedroom so quickly.

ೀ he will even help you undress and kissing you as he helps.

ೀ never have you slept so good, caseoh is heater (and if your like me, heat makes me TIRED) and before you could even try to overthink about you being nude you were sounds asleep.

Mwah,

Literally when i do hashtags for my posts they ready have the four i use for caseoh programmed into my tumblr account 😭 they know me so well by now.

My mannn😻🙈

[ambrosialdesire]

Congrats on 30 followers! :) Since you’re requests are now officially open I have oneeee.

Canon verse yandere childhood best friend Eren :) Maybe reader starts dating someone and Eren won’t accept having the love of his life be taken away from him.

(I’m not really sure if this is how to write a request btw.)

boundless

18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS + BLANK BLOGS DNI

pairing: s4 eren x fem!reader word count: 2k warnings + tags: general yandere and obsessive themes, unhealthy relationships, one-sided pining, childhood friends, kinda angsty at first ngl, implied non-con at the end, all characters are 18+ synopsis: you start dating and it's not the man that everyone had expected, the one who's been at your side since forever. love is a powerful emotion and eren has too much of it for you to ignore. a/n: thank you sm anon and this is a perfectly fine request! depending on how descriptive a request is somewhat affects the length of the fic :) btw this is pre-rumbling and pre-marley invasion (aka when eren was pretending to be a injured soldier). really bad and unreliable synopsis but hope this is a good read!! double posting today haha (mostly because i haven't posted in a bit lol) note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.

The sounds of cutlery hitting the plates and the wooden table caused your cheeks to flush more, a hand rubbing at your nape as you began to avert your gaze from the group. Wide eyes were staring at you, as if you said something that was a complete shocker. God, this had to be worse than actually fighting Titans.

"You're what!?" Sasha was the one that finally broke the silence, hands slamming on the table as she got up from her seat abruptly.

"And to who?!" Connie followed suit, slamming his hands down but instead hitting his dinner, gravy sauce going everywhere. His face cringed at the mess but he still stared at you with seeming horror.

"Guys, it's not that serious."

"Bullshit, it's not serious! You're dating—"

"—And it's not Eren?!"

Your body tensed up immediately, realizing that he was the only one that barely reacted to your confession, still focused on his dinner as his now long brown hair marred the side of his face. A part of you felt nervous not being able to really know what he was thinking, the other part of you felt worried. Jean slapped the back of both Sasha and Connie's heads, a scowl on his face.

"Knock it off you two! Of course she wouldn't date him, we're talking about Eren for God's sake."

They started bickering with each other and you tried to resolve it as always, but every single sound and word started to muddle together like his head was pushed underwater. His fist clenched around his spoon, to the point where he could feel the metal bend to the shape of his hand. You didn’t pick him. He wasn't as nearly surprised as the others, mostly because he had already seen it coming, but witnessing it come true was a pain that was utterly indescribable.

Out of everyone, they had to be some random civilian that caught your eye. Someone who doesn’t know the true horrors of the world out there, someone who never struggled the same way you and he did growing up. Maybe he'd be fine if you ended up with Armin or fuck, even Jean was a viable option but no. You went off and found yourself some guy who didn't come close to understanding you.

It didn't make sense, Eren's been with you since the two of you could walk. He was the one that saved you over and over again by those bullies that taunted you and Armin, never minding the fact that Mikasa had to save everyone at the end of it. He was your shoulder to cry on, especially after everything that happened back when everyone was still young scouts. He was the one who sacrificed everything for you. Everyone in the squadron knew that the two of you were inseparable, like two peas in a pod. No wonder everyone was surprised that you guys didn't end up together but the Paths denied him the end he sought out for years, even if he had only seen the flashing glimpses of the inescapable future.

"Er— Ere... Eren. Hey Eren!" You snapped your fingers in front of his face, his gaze latching onto yours immediately. You always had such a kind look in your eyes, he's glad that it never went away despite what you've gone through.

"Your spoon." He looked down and saw that he completely severed the metal utensil in half, the indentations of his fingers prominent in the silver handle. The others were looking at him, puzzled and confused expressions on their faces. He knew what they were thinking. Why didn't you take a chance?

There was no chance to begin with. Eren was on the losing side of the game no matter what.

"Must've forgot how to hold a spoon. Remember what happened the last time I held one like this?" He mused, placing the broken halves down on the table. The more they quietly stared at him, the more he wanted to run out of the room with his shattered heart pieces. He dismissed himself out of the mess hall, saying that he was exhausted. They knew that he wasn't but none of them mustered a word of any sorrowful condolences, his frame disappearing into the shadows of the hallway.

The pitter-patter of running came up from behind him and he felt the brush of a hand against his, heart pumping back to life as he recognized the familiar texture of your skin. Eren looked beside him and saw you, smiling at him like you had no clue what was running through his mind. Breathlessly, you asked him a simple question.

"Rooftop?"

He nodded, letting you lead the way for him. Rooftop meant that you wanted to talk in the spot that you found for each other back when you two started in the Survey Corps, a flat area at the top of the building where the night sky was all that you could see. The rules were that you weren't allowed to bring anyone else up there besides each other and that you weren't allowed to go there without one another. Eren wouldn't admit it but he did sneak there every once in a while, basking in the memory of you and him being young and slightly naïve.

"You're upset." You finally stated as you settled yourself down on the floor, an old blanket covering the rough ground.

"I'm not."

"I know you are, you get all awkward about it instead of bursting out your feelings." He grimaced, was he really that predictable as a kid? Eren leaned himself back on the edge of the roof barrier, staring up at the sky.

"Are you... happy that I'm dating someone?" He could hear the hesitancy in your question, curiosity and fear intermingling. His hands clenched against the concrete, the texture scraping his skin. If he knew that this is what you wanted to talk about, he would've avoided you like the plague.

He took a slow inhale.

"What do you want to hear, the honest truth or an honest lie?" Eren heard you stand up and walk closer to him, cautious hands grabbing his and pulling him towards you.

"The truth."

You've always looked so pretty under the night sky, the way your eyes reflected the stars and the way the moon shone down on your form. He never told you because he was so scared of ruining what the two of you have. This was nothing like what he felt towards Mikasa or Armin. You were special, you were his. Now that he knew what lies beyond the future, he should've said something before. Would that have changed anything now?

"The truth is, I'm not happy. There's nothing you can say that will change my stance about it." You frowned and squeezed his hands before letting go of him, your warmth escaping him.

"Eren, you can't keep disapproving every man I'm interested in."

"Yes I can and I will. You've always had terrible taste, remember how you liked Bertolt back in training?" You gasped in horror, hitting his arm.

"Stop! I never want that to ever be brought up again and I only liked him because he helped me out that one time with the chores," There was a flush on your cheeks, embarrassed about how you once was ever interested in a traitor. "But I'm serious this time, this relationship is serious."

In all of his years of knowing you, serious was never a word that fit you. Eren rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and leaning towards you.

"How long?"

"How long, what?"

"How long have you been seeing this guy?"

You started fidgeting your hands, your tell-tale sign that it's been a while and you're figuring out how to lie about it. You could never lie to him though, he'd always figure you out.

You finally sighed and relented, giving up on trying to say anything but the truth. "2 years."

"Fuck, so it was right under all of our noses huh?" His hand gripped against his sleeve, his voice almost shaking as he spoke. He thought that you trusted him with everything, whatever you tell him would be confidential. He would never snitch on you, he thought you knew that. Eren had to turn away from you because if he didn't, you would've witnessed the tears roll down his cheeks. He felt your hand against his back, slowly rubbing circles on his back.

He hated you. He hated the way you made him feel like a pile of mush. He hated how you pretended not to know that he loved you, not as the childhood friend but as the man who pined after you the minute he was able to comprehend what he was feeling towards you.

He hated your smile, that annoyingly beaming grin directed at him whenever and for whatever reason.

He hated your affection, how you pretended to truly care about him when you were off loving another man.

He hated your warmth, radiating like an everlasting sun and cheering everyone up as if you were a carbon copy of Historia.

With all the love he had for you, there was the same amount of hatred that came along with it.

Eren looked at you, turning his body towards yours and you looked at him. As if he was under a spell, he felt himself mouthing the words that he longed to tell you for years. Your reaction was unexpected, perhaps even completely expected. His cheek stung from your strike, your eyes big and wide as if a Titan just walked up in front of you.

"Eren, y-you don't mean that do you?" His hand rested on his cheek, his fingers digging into his skin.

"I meant every word," He uttered softly, suddenly grabbing your hands and pulling them close to his chest. "Do you feel it? I love you. I'll love you until my bones are nothing but dust, I'll love you until my lungs stop taking in air, I'll love you until the world falls apart. Please Y/N, I'm already forever yours. Will you be mine?"

There was only silence that came from you after his confession, the pounding reverb of his heart being the only thing he could hear. You pushed him away, a stunned and confused look reflecting in your moonlit eyes. He felt wounded, like you stabbed a blade even deeper into his chest.

"N-No, no. Eren, I'm already dating someone. You can't just say all of this now." Your hands gripped your uniform pants tightly, the fabric scrunching together. "You're too late."

He shakily sighed, pushing his hair out of his face. What he hated most about you was your ability to constantly deny anything that you didn't want to hear.

"I thought you might say that."

He was instantaneous, quick. You never reached the level of ability of being fast on your feet in sparring and you wouldn't ever beat him in it now. He pinned you down onto the old blanket, his hand gripping both of your wrists tightly together above your head as he rested himself in-between your legs. You fought back but he didn't budge, only pressing you harder into the ground. His other hand made quick work in removing your pants and undergarments, shoving your panties in your mouth to keep you silent. No one needs to know about the rooftop after all.

Eren's selfish, you've always known that he was. You just didn't know how deep it went, how his selfishness of what he had deemed was love for you dug in and rotted into his heart. You tried begging through the cloth, muffled and incoherent cries being the only thing that was heard. He clicked his tongue, dragging his thumb across your spit-slicked lips before giving you a light kiss on the side of your face.

"If I can't change your mind with words," Eren pulled back and drank in your partially nude body, admiring you as he watched tears form at the corners of your eyes. He placed his free hand over your mound, fingers barely inserting themselves into your folds, your body reactively shivering from his touch. "I'll fuck you over and over until you can think about nothing but me."

[thehighladywrites]

i’ve got some works done and i’m not sure which ones to post first, i really need to make a proper schedule fr but pick oneeee👀👀🤭🤭

omg not enemis IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE ENEMIES fuck that’s embarrassingly stupid

[generallysapphic]

talking to you about everything +18 (riri x reader) part 1

after you and riri pass your finals, you both decide to get high, relax, and talk, as your relationship starts to grow and develop. talking about boundaries, desires, and where you see your relationship heading for the future.

riri my love, you will not rest so long as i can write! y’all wanted this very badly and the playing dumb story line is just so good, i had to continue!! so this is a three part story, bc i’ll be branching off from what the reader and riri talk about in multiple parts so this is a long oneeee

same reader from playing dumb and say it more, so read those before this one!

song inspo: LOVE by kendrick lamar

warnings , the usual: overstim, tribbing, multiple orgasms, talk of sex, praise kink, squirting, recreational drug use, name calling, light bullying, mentions of lesbianaphobia, talk of kinks and boundaries, mentions of previous slightly abusive relationships.

Dedicated To; @vlkyriesverse @verachii 🤎🤎

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enjoy 🫶🏽

your hands still feel cold, even through the gloves you wear as you stand outside, waiting for the professor to post grades.

you know you passed, that’s not really what you’re worried about, you just want to see how well you did. a couple of students start letting out “finally”’s once the professor comes out and tapes the grades to the door. he turns to settle you all, “alright, alright, it’s early as hell and it’s right before break so get a picture or a quick look and then go back to your dorms, enjoy your breaks.”

he shuts the door and everyone piles the the front, cameras out and ready. you squint and adjust your glasses, trying to get a good look before you give up and just take a picture and shove your way through the crowd.

your eyes follow your last name. y/n y/ln………97%

you smile, so proud of yourself and your thoughts immediately jump to, i have to tell riri, and your face heats up, even in the cold.

you pull your scarf over your face, and head to her dorm. you had been dating riri officially for some months now and it’s so perfect, she’s practically your every waking thought. you used to just keep to yourself, never really sharing your grades and minding your business, but riri made you feel so proud. she never let you dumb yourself down, and even though she definitely got a higher grade than you, she always made sure to celebrate you as you did her.

so sweet, so loving, you blushed and suddenly you were at her door, the trip nearly cut in half as you’ve been so many times, it’s ingrained in your mind. she’s at the door before you even knock, an expectant smile on her face. you laugh, “97!” and she laughs with you, hugging you tightly, and picking you up. she’s practically spinning you around before you tap on her shoulders to put you down, almost dizzy.

“okay, okay! let me in cmon i’m freezing,” and riri laughs and pulls you into a kiss as you both back into her dorm, shutting the door behind you. you wrap your arms around her and pull her closer, sighing deeply into her mouth. riri’s kisses were practically a fucking drug, you could feel your mind floating away as she maneuvered you out of your coat.

she moves you both against her desk and you moan, she’s worked up, you conclude, as riri’s hands move lower and lower, squeezing your butt and you moan a bit into her mouth. “ahh, riri, wait,” you say softly, and she pulls back, eyes blown and lips wet.

“oh, sorry, i thought we were about to have celebratory sex,” she says all too confidently and casually, and you stutter still not used to her boldness. “i— im not saying we’re not, i just— you didn’t even show me your grade for your finals.” you deflect, avoiding her gaze and she chuckles and grabs her phone, showing you a picture of her grades. 98%, of course, you sigh and lean closer, “congrats, i literally hate you,” you say sarcastically and laugh.

riri laughs with you, “i know, i know. now can we have celebratory sex since we won’t have to deal with lectures from the worst people alive?” and you smile and nod,

“yeah, we can,”

“haa, fuck— fuck,” you huff out, the music behind you drowning out as riri held your legs open, one hand soothing over your thighs. she’s practically swallowing you, it feels like, her fingers stretching you out at a slow pace and her mouth sucking on your clit, and you toss your head back, feeling your orgasm rush over you.

you hold onto her hand, gasping, “riri, riri fuck— i’m cumming— i’m cumming, baby, fuck—!” and she moans against your pussy, letting you know you could let go and you do, pulsing against her and feeling your thighs flex under her hands. you let out a long drawn out moan, whimpering in overstimulation once youre done, pulling away from her slightly, and she does the same. riri comes up to your mouth, kissing you and letting you taste yourself, moaning in your mouth when you do the same.

the song changes behind you, and riri pulls away “good?” she asks, breathless and mouth still glossy from your cum. and you nod, licking your mouth slightly, “your turn?” she smiles, “yeah, but i want you on top, is that okay?” and you shy up but giggle and nod, sitting up as riri takes off her shirt and lays down, opening her legs and you climb on top of her.

you always loved tribbing with riri, even though you weren’t a fan of it before, riri had made you a fucking porn star when you two did this, riding against her like she was your only life line. you slowly lowered yourself on top of her, your clit kissing and she lets out a curse, watching you eagerly, and holding eye contact. you close your eyes both to avoid her gaze and to focus on your pleasure, beginning to move slowly against her, and your holding on to her thigh. your clits start rubbing slowly against the other and you moan, and riri squeezes your thighs in her hands, sighing lowly.

the friction of her clit on yours has you gasping already, still coming down from your last orgasm. you don’t why you agreed to be on top, your legs were already giving out and the support from riri’s thighs wasn’t helping, your legs shaking as you felt another orgasm spark inside you, suddenly right at your pussy, you moan, quietly, “i don’t— uhhnn riri i can’t, i can’t —” tears threatened to spill from your eyes and riri shushes, soothing over your thighs, “it’s alright baby, just let me feel you yeah? be my good girl, it’s okay,” and you gasp, the praises spiking your brain directly and causing you to speed up in your hips, moving with more vigor, wanting so bad to hear her again.

you could hear how wet you both sounded after not too long, the sound of your slick combing right under her moans and her music. you decided to look at her, riri’s mouth agape and her watching your pussies rub together has you tossing your head back, overwhelmed at the sight of her. you twitch slightly, obviously overstimulated, but wanting to make her cum has you rutting harder and harder against her.

and before you know it, riri’s cumming before you do again, you can tell, she’s cursing louder and louder, biting at her lip and thrusting up towards you. you huff, “you close?” and she whimpers out an “mhmm, fuck—” such a lovely noise, and you want to push her over and have her cum against you, she babbling now, “fuck, fuck, make me cum baby, god fuck i’m so close, you feel so fucking good, fuck—!” and you moan in tandem with her as she cums, hips stuttering and nails digging into your thighs and you feel it— her pussy is twitching under yours, a slew of curses and moans leaving her mouth and you buck against her, your orgasm right behind hers.

riri’s rubbing up and down your thighs now, whispering “good girl, so pretty for me,” as you ride your orgasm out, your pussy squirting and squeezing around nothing, and your head lulls forward, you feel yourself shaking and sighing. riri leans up and kisses you, capturing all the air in your mouth and you wrap your arms around her again, moaning softly as she rubs your back.

she pulls away first, “you’re so sweet yknow,” and she sounds practically high, mumbling and eyes low and you giggle, “i should say that about you, you’re so nice to me,” and riri chuckles, “i was talking about your mouth but thank you,” and you scoff, shoving her playfully, both laughing a bit, as you two start to move and lay down next to each other, letting your bodies calm down.

her music is soft in the background and it’s a comfortable silence before riri sits up, “imma get some clothes, you want my hoodie?” and you nod, starting to head to the bathroom yourself.

it’s so nice, you think, having a girlfriend like riri, all she does is just make you happy. you think back to your previous relationships and how you felt like you were pretending to be someone else or how much you hated yourself in those situations and it’s just never like that with riri. you smile at the sink in the mirror as riri hands you her hoodie, dressed with some shorts on, “whatchu thinking about?”

you smile at her, putting on her hoodie that covers your whole body, “you. how much i like you,” you say boldly and riri chuckles, “well i hope so, i wash my sheets damn near every week because of you, that dorm laundry mat is not cheap, baby,” and you laugh, “oh whatever, you love it! just reminds you of great my pussy is,” and riri lets out a hard laugh at that, and you lean over and kiss her cheek, smiling to yourself and walking back over to her bed, and yep, it’s still a little damp.

she sits next to you, sighing, “finally on break, fuck. what’re you doing?” you shrug a bit, being honest. “i don’t know honestly. i can’t go back home so maybe i’ll get a little air bnb or something,” and riri looks at you solemnly, “right, yeah,”

you had told riri about your mom, your whole family even, and how little support they had given you, during college and even after you came out. it was hard, doing a lot of everything on your own and riri had assured you that regardless of where you came from she’d be there for you. but most breaks you had spent alone, this being your first break with riri, so who knows where you two might end up.

riri speaks again, trying to get your brain away from what she knew you were thinking about, “hey i already told you, you got a room in chicago, baby, or even if you wanna stay here, i can get us like a little mini apartment or something.” you laugh a bit and shake your head, “no, god, riri don’t waste your money on me, i’ll be fine,” and you get up before she can retort and change the subject, “wanna smoke?” you ask to completely throw her off.

it works, “since when do you smoke?” she asks, smirking, most likely proud she’s had an influence on you. “just, causally, don’t get too excited now,” and she laughs, pulling her lighter from behind her pillow as you go for your bag.

you huff out a puff of smoke, riri’s music still playing in the background as you scroll on her wishlist, “why do you want a blender?” you say, probably too loudly, riri’s laying down with her eyes closed and joint in hand. she stirs up, “you said you liked smoothies that one time, and that smoothie king was too fucking expensive so i figured we’d make some at home, instead,” she says and takes another huff.

you smile to yourself and feel your face heat up. most of the wishlist items weren’t even for her, they were for you, you had noticed. from the skirt you really wanted to small things like her agreeing to making smoothies for you instead of buying them out. and you don’t miss what she says either, ‘we’d make some at home,’ casually referring to her dorm as your shared home. you were over her dorm more often than she was yours too, mostly because her junior housing was much bigger than your sophomore one.

you lay next to her, “okay, so are any of these items for you?” she laughs out some smoke, “yeah, go to my private wishlist, password’s your birthday,” you smirk at her and go back on her page and find it, 26 items, and type in your birthday, gasping once the page pulls up.

it’s a lot of sex toys, some boxers, a couple of books, and some lingerie. you feel your face heat up, scrolling, and getting more and more hints of what riri was into, “am i allowed to ask questions about this?” you say, jokingly and she laughs, getting up and grabbing her computer, “yeah, i don’t really care,”

you chew on your lip a bit, not really knowing where to begin, “you like lingerie?” and you glance at riri, who’s sitting back down next you and her face is slightly illuminated by her computer screen, “mostly on other girls,” she says casually, and your mind backpedals into thinking of the implications of what she could mean.

you whisper it out, “you want me to wear lingerie?” and she holds your gaze, “yeah, if you’re up for it. it’s a wishlist because i don’t know what you like, but i know what i do, it’s all hypothetical, baby,”

fuck, okay, you say it before your mind convinces you to not, “do you wanna know? what i like, i mean..” the weed in your veins has made you bold, you assume, and it catches riri’s attention, completely wrapped at what you said and pushing her computer aside, “yeah, yeah i do,” she scoots closer to you, sitting criss cross right in front of you and rubs your thighs, encouragingly.

the soft music in the background plays and you swallow, most likely your pride, and set her phone down. “um, well, i haven’t experimented that much, yknow, i told you about my ex, so yknow i didn’t do a lot,” and riri nods, licking her mouth and holding on to your every word.

you continue, “but, um, i know i like when you’re on top of me, i like it a lot. i like when you do that— take control and hold me down thing, like when you ground me, i think is the term—”

“you like when i tell you what to do?” she gasps out, and you look at her, and nod, suddenly breathless, high, and horny. “yeah, like when you encourage me,”

“praise,” riri nods, and you do too, giggling a bit, “you know everything, huh?” and she laughs dryly, “yeah, well i got around for a bit before you finally talked to me.” you scoff, “you could’ve talked to me, yknow. i mean i wouldn’t have believed it, but you still could have,” and riri smiles, genuinely, before grabbing the joint and inhaling and leaning over blowing out in your mouth. you inhale it and sigh, her lips inches from yours,

“yeah, well, i like obedience. i only praise when it’s deserved,” and you cock your head at her, “what do you mean?” asking honestly and she chuckles a bit, sitting back down, “you’ll see what i mean, maybe later. tell me what else you like, mami,” and she’s rubbing your legs again, just barely past your underwear and you feel yourself grow warm.

you stutter, “um, i haven’t tried it but i think i’d like strapping, like you strapping me, if that makes sense,” and riri’s eyes grow a bit, now more interested, “yeah? like you’d want me to strap you, you’d be okay with that?” and you nod, eagerly and encouraged by her excitement. but a question buzzes in your head, “you’ve strapped before?”

and riri smokes again, nodding and looking off upset, “yeah but she was kinda crazy. we were in this friends but not really friends with benefits situation; i was just eager to experiment because i knew i was gay but like i didn’t know what i liked, just yet. and she didn’t either so she’d strapped me, i’d strap her, all that type of stuff.” you feel jealousy grow at the bottom of your stomach as riri talks about this ex of hers, and she sees it, your nose flaring and the way you’re not making eye contact anymore.

she smirks a bit, “but we broke things off. she transferred and went to a culinary school in cali so calm down, baby,” she whispers the last part, coming closer and kissing your nose. you huff out of it, “yeah, good, because i probably would’ve found her if she was still here,”

and riri laughs, big and loud, surprised by your outward jealousy, and nods, “noted, you get jealous,” and you huff, offended you were so obvious, “maybe, but like how would feel if i random told you all the time my ex fucked me?” and she laughs quietly, “oh i kill her regardless, but not for that, you told me how shitty she was to you, so it’d be for a different reason,”

you mumble and change the subject, “tell me what else you like,” and you take the joint from her hand, and inhale, “well, i found out i really like strapping, and even though i haven’t done it in a while, i’d love to try with you,” she whispers the last part, watching your lips exhale the smoke and you lick them, still feeling bold, “we should order one then,”

riri blinks a couple of times, you were surprising her a lot tonight, and you smile, “i saw the one you wanted on your wishlist. it looks fine, to start, i mean,” and she smiles a bit, “i mean, it’s 6 inches so imma drop down a size, but you’re serious?” and you nod, grabbing her phone and unlocking it, not before seeing her screensaver— a picture of you and her cuddled up, from her laptop.

you find the strap set, a pair of black boxers and a 5’1/2 inch dildo that it comes with, as well some water based lube. riri is watching, still surprised at your readiness to have one. “what? cmon, we were just talking about it, don’t tell me you’re shying up now?” you challenge her and she scoffs out a laugh, “oh no, i’m not, go ahead and order it, but don’t be mad when i fuck you so hard you can’t walk,”

fuck, why would she say that so close to you! you laugh shyly a bit, shocked by her boldness and click purchase, the delivery date for three days from now. you toss her phone, “done. it’ll be here in three days,” you say with false confidence and she smiles again, leaning over and grabbing your face to capture your mouth, kissing you wetly and holding you still. you moan a surprised gasp in her mouth and taste the weed in her lips and the melon flavored chapstick she was wearing and follow her lead, moving slowly against her mouth, and sitting up on your knees.

you’ve done it a million times but making out with riri has you high every time. the internet’s ‘hold on’ is playing in the background and sway slightly, nearly sitting on top of her and she prods at your lips, nearly inviting herself in, moving her tongue around. you moan a bit, fuck, you wanted to fuck her all over again, as if you didn’t just do so not even three hours ago.

riri moves you both until she’s on top of you, rubbing your (her) hoodie up until your nipples are exposed and your practically naked once again. she releases your mouth, panting and looking at you with wide, high eyes.

“keep telling me what you like,” she whispers to you and you alone, breathless, and you nod, high and complacent, and she kisses at your neck and handles one of your breasts in her hand. you moan a bit, squirming, “i like— haaa, i like when you kiss me and call me yours. i love it when you say i’m sweet and that i’m your good girl,” she moans against your neck, “yeah?”

and you nod again and again, she’s kissing down your stomach now, pinching at your nipples and sliding your underwear off, “i like it— i love it when you call me names, when you call me baby and mami and sweetheart— fuck, riri it drives me crazy,” she’s face to face with your pussy now, your leaking and aching like you hadn’t just cum and she kisses at you lips and you gasp and arch, the next thing you were gonna say getting caught in a breathless moan.

“keep talking baby, can you do that for me? be my good girl, okay?” she says into your thighs and you whine, the combination of being high on riri and weed spiking your brain in waves, but you nod nonetheless. “i— i like it when, ungggg— fuck!” and she’s licking at you, swallowing you once more, keeping her mouth sucking on your clit and holding your legs open.

“riri, baby, fuck— i, i can’t, i can’t—!” and you want to whine and give up, just lay there and let her devour you but what riri said hits your head like a train; “i like obedience,” shes saying lowly in your head and you gasp, wet tears spiking your eyes, and you moan. she wants you to listen to her, regardless of what else is going on.

you sigh, “i like, i like when you make me— haaa, i like when you make me ask for it—! unnfffuccckkk, i like when, when— like it when you make me squirt and you keep… fuck.. keep fucking me after i’ve cum— haaaa, riri baby, i can’t, i’m cumming, baby, please—!” and you feel her nod against you, your clit pulsing under her tongue and it washes over, body twitching and twisting in your overwhelming orgasm. you moan and buck, pussy twitching under her mouth yet again, and you sigh out small ‘thank you’s as she pulls away and kisses you mouth, and you sigh, pulling her closer and wrapping your legs around her waist to pull her against you once more.

“mhmm, fuck, you want to?” she whispers against you, and you nod, already moving against her and she slides off and shorts and bucking against you, her pussy slapping against your once more. she gasps against your mouth and sighs, “you wanna know what i like baby?”

and of course you’re all ears, listening to her and your pussies rubbing together, “i love hearing you, love making you cum,” she twists in a way to wear you feel her entire clit on yours, moving harshly against yours, and she uses her hands to settle your shaking thighs as you buck and moan, “i love when you listen to me, when you’re good for me, baby, you’re such a good girl, yknow that mami?” and she sounds so sincere and it makes you toss your head back and gasp, “yes! uhffff, i’m your good girl, all for you, riri, fuck—!”

and it’s all riri needs, she suddenly gasping against your mouth and slowing her thrusts as she cums against your pussy, her legs shaking slightly, as she moans out curses. you feel it just like you felt it not even three hours ago, her low pulses against your own clit cause you to moan and twist, but you still your body so she can finish.

she lays on top of you once she’s done, sighing and gasping as you hold onto her, sighing yourself. riri leans back up and kisses you again, moving your legs around her waist again and you moan; she’s not giving you any pressure or moving you, she’s just holding you against her.

she releases your mouth and lays on the side of you, sighing, “fuck, my legs are weak,” she says quietly and you nod, giggling and agreeing. “pussy’s that good, right?” and tosses her head back to laugh, shoving your arm. she sighs again and calls you quietly,

“thank you, baby,” and you smile, confused, “for what?”

riri shrugs, “for talking to me, for telling me what you want. i really do like that, yknow, like no bullshit. it might be a kink, honestly.” you laugh slightly, “but in all honesty, i appreciate it. i’m happy you talk to me, about anything,”

so fucking sweet. you smile harder, sitting up slightly to kiss her mouth, mumbling, “of course,” before kissing her deeply.

when you wake up, there’s a smoothie on the dresser next to riri’s bed and you wear the shower running. you sigh, and smile, grabbing the smoothie and sitting up to drink. once you’re up and stretched, you open the bathroom door, “thank you!” and riri gasps, “holy shit, you fucking scared me! i thought you were still sleep,” she says signing and you can see her through the shower curtain, your mind wondering back to night before.

“i was just saying thank you, baby, didn’t mean to scare you,” you giggle, and start to strip, setting your smoothie down outside and stepping in the shower, the hot water hitting you immediately. riri sighs as you wrap your arms around her and pull her in for a kiss, she mumbles a “good morning” against your mouth and you agree with her, because it actually is.

part one completed!! don’t worry the other two parts will be out soon, y’all know how i do, they’re being worked on right now. also my requests are still closed at the moment, so do be mindful of that before you ask me to do something; i have a set list i’m working on right now, so i’ll let you know when they open again!

i hope you enjoyed and reblogs, replies, and likes are always appreciated! i hope you guys are having a good new year!! 🤎🤎

[bberetd]

Hey there! Since you also reblogged the post saying you want people to send you asks (actually I even reblogged it from you), here I am to ask you a question. A potentially very tough one. Ready?

If you had to pick only one (1!) favorite Mario character who would it be and why?

I'm just trying to get to know my mutuals a little better, y'know?

But most people seem to be using that 'send me asks' post as another opportunity to say mushy stuff to each other, so let me also do that! I'd like to remind you that I'm very glad that I'm following your blog. You're certainly a fun and kind person, and must say I like you very much 😀❤️ Thanks for always supporting my art, it really means a lot to me.

Also please teach me your ways to draw so fast, I just finally finished sketching my latest fanart today (yeah, that ambitious one) and it took embarrassingly long. And this one is supposed to have a proper lineart too💀

Oh, that reminds me: I'm really excited for your animations! Once I'm done with my current fanart, the next bigger fan project on my list is also one animation I've been thinking of, so I hope we'll be able to motivate each other a bit 😁👊

OH just oneeee? 😩

Whew, okay, well... while Daisy has a huge place in my heart (especially lately, as you can tell 😹), my all-time favorite will always be Luigi.

See, the funny thing is that I hardly cared for him before the movie, and even a little after I watched the movie. My first favorite Mario character was actually Rosalina when SMG came out, because I was SO obsessed with space when I was younger (and still kinda am), and blue was and is my favorite color (such a deep reason, right? :P)

I always tend to lean towards the underdogs of a franchise, yet I don't remember the exact moment that drew me to him. There were just a bunch of edits and videos of him flooding all of my social media pages when the movie hype was still fresh, and I guess one day I decided, "yup. that's my guy."

I think the moment that really solidified my love for him was when I replayed Luigi's Mansion (I kiiinda played it before, but I was 4 and just pressing buttons lol... it's strangely a core memory for me). His bravery throughout the game despite his evident fears and anxieties is just... so inspiring and real to me, genuinely. And a little bit of him shone through his commentary of some of the objects throughout the mansion, which was also endearing 😆 The game gets creepier the deeper I think about it, and I just can't help but give him more flowers for going through it three different times!

plus, he's just so happy and awkward and silly. how could you not love him?!

But in short, he's my favorite because he's relatable to me, and I find his little quirks adorable and endearing.

yet despite all that, he knows when to lock tf IN. that's my hero <3

anywhoooo...

Mugi!!! I couldn't be any happier that we're friends and moots! You've blessed my timeline with your gorgeously detailed art and commentary, and I'm so grateful you support my art just as much ♥️♥️ I admire and like you very much as well, you're amazing <3

as for quick art, basically-

and thank you!! the animation might take longer because classes start tomorrow for me, and year 3 of uni is definitely gonna be more challenging and, er, expensive. 🫠 Hopefully I'll learn to manage my time better so I can make decent progress every day, but I do know where I want to go with the animation. Big yes to motivating each other!! I know that ambitious art will be PHENOMENAL when it's dropped, and I can't wait to see your style in motion! :))

[allur1ngs]

Picking Hoyeon as Hyunjae's face claim is amazing 😭 AAAAAAAA SINCE YOU FINALLY POSTED IT I CAN SAY WHO HIFHWIUFISID IM GONNA EXPLODE LOVE YOU MEL BYE

YOU KNEW FROM DAY ONE BAE YOU'RE A REAL ONEEEE🤭 HEHEHE BYE LOVE YOU!!!🩷

[oceanwithouthermoon]

have you ever considered some abstract-ass pairings? like the "how the fuck did you even come up with that pairings?

im not accusing you of doing it lol, but i personally do and am. curious to see if i am normal

IM NOT TOTALLY SURE, because i tend to have very specific reasonings for why i think two characters would be good together, but i definitely think that from an outside perspective some of my ships can be seen as pretty abstract..

(under the cut again sorry im nonstop yapping for way too long guys..)

BUT almost any pairing you think of in a semi-popular fandom like saiki k, SOMEBODY has probably made content about it.. and its more popular in japan, so you may not be able to FIND ur pairing but theres probably SOMETHING out there about it, just in a language you aren't searching in or something.. like, toritsuka x kuboyasu is one pairing i have NEVER seen an english speaking person post about, but if you go in japanese or korean speaking saiki k spaces, that ship is EXTREMELY popular! theres TONS of fanart!!

so yea, whats popular or even what gets any content at all can be surprising sometimes.. like, a few of my favorite tdlosk ships are arisu x rifuta, arisu x aiura, and rifuta x yumehara (+arisu x yumehara but this is kinda popular i think) (im just a lesbian with a bias towards sapphic ships, i see two pretty girls and i ship..) and i shipped them before i ever started looking online for content and when i finally did, i didnt think i would ever see any content of them but. there is. theres plenty of content of them. theyre rare enough pairs that i dont think they have ship names so it can be hard to actually find that content since theres no ship name ever tagged, but it very much exists!

if youd asked me this like a month ago i wouldve said that saiki x suzumiya is one of these abstract ships for me (if you wanna know why i like it, i just like the idea of instead of satou being so average he balances her out, saiki just like superhero-ing every other minute without her even noticing. i also like this as a polycule which ill talk about in a minute-) but somebody on here posted it around that time LOL.. theres also some other rare pairs i enjoy like mera x saiki or kuboyasu x yumehara, but though these are rare-ish pairs, they still have a notable presence so i wouldnt quite call them abstract.. (also yo damn well kubosai is my NUMBER ONEEEE ship, which you could call a rare pair if you didnt go on tumblr or ao3 cuz its VERY concentrated over here and doesnt really exist anywhere else.. except in the japanese fandom LOL.. but yea its definitely not a rare pair over here, its gotten way more popular recently too..)

the more abstractness comes when you start shipping polycules... then its way less likely for you to be able to find your specific ship.. lol.. like the ones i just talked about, you put rifuta x yumehara x arisu x aiura all together ?? no WAY am i gonna find that, it may exist somewhere but youll never find it, or at least i couldnt lol.. some of my fav rare (more like completely nonexistent except for some IVE posted about) polyam ships are the one i just said, kuboyasu x saiki x hairo x nendo, (also love kuboyasu x saiki x kaido but this one actually gets content hehe.. same with kuboyasu x kaido x yumehara.. LOVE that one..) mera x yumehara x aiura, kuboyasu x saiki x saiko (x kaido maybe), toritsuka x kaido x yumehara, mera x saiki x kuboyasu (x saiko sometimes and/or hairo) and probably more that im forgetting... i also really love the psychickers x satou and suzumiya which im actually not sure if theres ever been content of them, i think the only time ive seen it mentioned is someone being like "theyre dating hehe" on a pic of them lol.. its a funny ship for me because its actually one of my favorites even though some of the individual ships im not a fan of + i also hc that satou is very very straight but idk.. somehow this works.. i feel like maybe if he starts dating suzumiya and shes bi and polyam then it might accidentally give him a sexuality crisis because hes probably never even considered that he could be queer before.. idk.. whatever.. it just works..

idk, someone give me examples of tdlosk rare pairs that could actually work...

[wackymaci]

twt crosspost I FEEL like I can finally see the approaching end of the Maci article wrap up even tho that’s not really true it’s a few more headings but. so much to write. BUT will these other pages take a shorter time??? I feel like yEah since like her backstory is the most detailed I have so???possibly?

my revised end date goal is next July to have at least enough main characters to make this “releasable” but uh wow that’s. well this is so far almost five months to do ONEEEE SINGLE PAGE and not for any lack of constant work it’s just, that long, sooo. is this the timeframe I need to be planning for that’s so AAHHHHHHHH

anyway since the time since I posted those to twt today all my wiki work this evening has consisted of nonsense work on some category pages instead of finally tryinggggggfgg to finish Maci so like heewwo

[aiden-png]

Shadow being a lil gremlin with reflective eyes who doesn’t sleep = heart attacks for anyone getting a glass of water in the middle of the night

(check out my $5 kofi commissions!)

[aruuq]

Texting your boyfriend at 3AM when drunk – Tokrev boys scenarios

characters: mikey, inupi [separately] x gn!reader

genre & style: fluff, maybe a bit angsty in mikey’s part, shorts, scenarios

word count: 1.2k

notes: sorry for not posting for a few weeks. i’ve had a lot to do since i moved across continents plus my old laptop died plus i started working. also i hope it doesn’t bother you, dear anon, that i made scenarios out of your reqs and not smaus. i’ve just never done smaus and i felt more comfortable doing these short writings. i also apologize for not answering at your request but i accidentaly deleted it but fortunately enough i have a screenshot of it! i think i’ll do part two of these scenarios with more characters in the future, cause writing this was fun! 

warnings: alcohol obvs, being drunk, dumb messages, pet names, if you see anything i should also put in here, lemme know

Manjiro “Mikey” Sano

Mikey sighs as he plops his tired body onto fluffy sheets of his bed. It’s been a busy night for the members of Toman, and all Manjiro wants right now is a long relaxing nap. However, the moment he connects his phone to the charger, which battery died earlier this night, a series of loud notifications attack his ears. Mikey groans as he grasps onto his phone to check who has had the audacity to spam him like this only to see tons of messages from you.

Bunny: hey honey, do you have plans for tonight?

Bunny: i’m bored, sorry for texting agsin, just wanted to make sure that maybe you just weren’t in a room when i sent my message, and you will hear the motif of this oneeee

Bunny: after i sent the precious message i realised that if you had time you would check your phone anywans and answer me lol sorry for this

Bunny: previous*

Bunny: you know what? since it’s weekend and i don’t have anything to do, i will go and buy myself a beer. if you read my messages, you can come and drink with me

Bunny: four cans of beer* it was cheaper this way

Bunny: also if im not mistaken, i saw your friend at the shop, the one with glasses. he said hi but i wasn’t sure if it was him so i ignored him

Bunny: kay, uf you want to cme, renember to bring your alcohol, cause theres no beer ledt

Bunny: if* come* remmeber* left*

Bunny: remember*

Bunny: i just drnk ghis vodks u biught mr lst timee

Bunny: imiss uou :((

Bunny: yoi*

Bunny: um heafing ovet!!!

Bunny: okau byt waalking to upur houde whrn drnk wss suchag reat isea, itd so brautifl!

Bunny: why arnt u snwerin my xalls? :(((*(

Bunny: bsby

Bunny: the lofe of ny lide

Bunny: swer mw “:(

Bunny: ru msd at mr>

Bunny: bunubn :(

Bunny: ithnk in losr

Mikey blinks a few times while scrolling through your messages with his thumb mindlessly, when finally something clicks in his head, and he realizes the seriousness of the situation. You are drunk. In the middle of the night. And you got lost somewhere on your way to his house. Manjiro curses at his stupidity, because how the hell could he let something like this happen. He jumps off the bed, and quickly puts on his flip-flops, while trying to call you.

“C’mon, Y/N, answer my call,” he murmurs, leaving his house with a flashlight in his hand. “You were so eager to talk to me, so answer. your fucking. phone.” His teeth are clenched. He’s not mad at you. He’s mad at himself. And he’s worried and scared. “Fuck!” Mikey almost throws his phone away when he hears your voice but it happens only to be automatic voicemail. “Why won’t you answer me?”

Mikey starts running towards your house, still trying to call you, but without any results. For a moment he feels scared that somebody could have kidnapped you. But lucky enough for him, the moment he enters your street, he is able to see your silhouette, all curled up under the front gate of your house.

“Y/N!” Mikey shouts, speeding up his run. “Y/N!” he drops to his knees next to you and embraces your body close to his chest. “Are you okay? Why aren’t you answering my calls?”

“Hu-uh? Bun-bun?” You mutter, trying to look up at him. “I think I lost my phone when I tried to visit you. I also lost my keys,” you babble drunkenly, while you clench onto his shirt. Mikey pulls back a little to look at your face, then cups your cheeks in his palms, squishing them tightly.

“Never, ever do this again, okay?”

Seishu “Inupi” Inui

A sudden blue light hits Inupi’s squinted eyes, way too bright for his liking, making his eyelids to narrow even more, as he checks the notification. Next to the symbol of a speech bubble is your name with a few colorful hearts next to it. The boy looks at the hour. It’s 3AM. And it’s Wednesday, the middle of the week. Wrinkles of confusion appear on his forehead. You should be long asleep, since you should have work tomorrow, unless you haven’t told him about taking a day off or something like this. Still, the fact that you text him out of the blue in the middle of the night feels concerning for him. As he feels that negative thoughts that something wrong may have happened to you are starting to flood into his mind, he decides to simply check your message.

Y/N💜💙💖: heh baby iwabted osay tgst i Ilobr tpuuu❤️❤️

Inupi blinks one, two, and five times before he reads your message one more time. Usually when you text him, there aren’t a lot of mistakes in the text. Maybe sometimes there’s a typo or two, or there’s not enough commas, but something like this? He knows that there’s only one explanation for this situation, but he doesn’t want to believe it. You must be drunk. Unless you have suddenly started to sleepwalk, but still, even then you would have spelled more correctly. Inupi decides to text you back. “Are you drunk?”

Before receiving your message, the boy felt sluggish. But after this he knows he won’t be able to find sleep until he makes sure of what is happening. Inupi taps his phone case nervously, waiting for your response.

Y/N💜💙💖: cime to me andfnidout if uoure this curioys ;p

They’re drunk, he thinks. Before Seishu answers you, he quickly checks if there are any buses or trains running at this late hour, since you live far from him. He clicks his tongue, when a big “No Connections Available” pops out. He needs to know if you are safe and the whole world seems to make it difficult for him for fun. “Are you home?” He’s sure that it’ll take some time for you to answer, so he quickly checks the amount of money in his wallet – he knows he will have to refuel on his way to your house. Not a single yen. Inupi curses under his nose and starts analyzing if it’s better for him to borrow money from his parents or try to find a group of kids outside and borrow it from them.

Y/N💜💙💖: whu u askibg? Uu wamma🤡 see ne so bsd> ;))

The poor boy sighs, and texts you back. “Yeah, sure. Just tell me where should I go to see you, baby.” Inupi swiftly puts a jacket onto his shoulders, and checks if he has everything he needs in his pockets. His phone rings one more time.

Y/N💜💙💖: m im my bsckyarrd

He texts you a quick “coming, don’t go anywhere” before leaving his room with a mission of borrowing money from his dad’s wallet. Hopefully both his parents are asleep, ‘cause he doesn’t have time to explain to them why he needs to ride somewhere on his bike at this hour. He doesn’t need any more troubles, a long night awaits him. He also needs patience for bearing with your hungover ass in the morning when he will have to encourage you to explain to your boss why you can’t show up at work.

[unolvrs]

36,37,49 and 50

36. What fic are you proudest of?

maybe abalone on the shore because i have never finished a fanfic yet when i made abalone but i remember thinking "i have to finish this", "let me finish just oneeee fic", and then boom, i finished it. i really want to edit abalone though. rereading it made me... cringe at myself but i'm glad lots of people liked it.

and during that time, i was going through the most hardcore toji phase and nobody knew him at all. he wasn't trending on tiktok, i still didn't have to fight for him in discord's mudae bot... good old times.

37. What fic has been the hardest for you to write?

i'm torn between saying froggie, dawn flowers, or one of my more recent commissions. froggie because it's such a mammoth of a fic and suddenly growing in numbers in terms of readers, it really put a huge pressure on me to deliver and not disappoint. i kept wondering if i'm finally gonna fuck up right after i post a chapter... it's why i usually sleep after i post one because i don't wanna see the comments or the reactions.

dawn flowers because... honestly, i didn't think it was much when i was writing it. i just wanted to finish it. i genuinely didn't think it was good. and after i finished it, all i could think was "ugh, finally". and i had to write gojo too but not write him at the same time. gojo has this sense of mystique and mystery. one moment he's this, and another moment he's like that. you never really sit down to understand his thoughts whether it's in the manga or the anime, which makes him an even more complex character. i wanted to write him that way: the reader knows gojo well but like gojo implied at the end, the reader was also still one of the people who thought of himself as beyond human, a boy-god, and i really wanted to convey vaguely within the undertones that while the reader loved gojo. regardless of everything, it's still only geto who understands him the most, having come from a non-sorcerer family.

basically, gojo was a pain to write.

and for the more recent commission (which will be posted on november along with many others), a full-length fic with an oc with a background that's completely original will always be hard to write for me. i spent way too long trying to get everything right and what i would think would satisfy the commissionee. i'm happy that worked out well!

49. What fic of yours would you say is the best introduction to you as a writer?

i think it's among dawn flowers? i think i've said it a hundred times already but froggie isn't really my main writing style since it's straightforward aside from the high-stress situations like itadori's initial escape with eri. froggie is written pretty normally with, imo, not that much of a distinct writing style that would scream "hey this is me".

but dawn flowers would check all the boxes: layered characters, references to various texts, really sad, and weird relationships.

50. How would you describe your writing style?

maybe, character-driven with lots of study, with lots of literature/mythological references, with meanings under meanings, under meanings. a bit poetic too.

[wa-royal-tea]

I was wondering if you could explain how and why you time zone reblog? For example how many times, what you tag, when you repost. That would be amazing! Thank you so much ❤️❤️

Good morning nonnie! ^^

I timezone reblogged mostly because I live in a timezone where most of my readers (according to my counter) doesn't live in. By the time I post my update, most of them are probably asleep so I TZR twice for the ones who live in the Europen timezone and the ones who live in the US. I will usually use the #tzr and #timezone reblog tag and add #firstttt oneee for the first tzr and #lastttt oneeee for the final tzr. My way of tzr is by posting a post and then queuing the tzr. I don't manually tzr because I'm forgetful and most of the time I'm not awake during the time my tzr post went up ^^

I'll usually delete my tzr half an hour before I post another update :)

[kkaebsongtypo]

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why wont you love me // hrj [01]

pairing: renjun x reader

genre: friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, slight angst

wanings/notes: alcohol consumption (all parties are of legal age, drink responsibly!), mentions/symptoms of anxiety, mentions/signs of abandonment issues (very brief), jealousy (also very brief), inspired by the song Why Won't You Love Me by 5sos

(warnings/notes are subject to change and updates if needed.)

word count: 2.86k

Renjun and y/n are an inseparable pair; they know each other like the back of their own hands. For the most part. Renjun keeps his true feelings hidden; y/n refuses to acknowledge their own. Both hold the fear of losing each other. But will one night out and a little too much to drink change everything?

a/n: here's part oneeee! this will likely be posted in 4 or 5 parts im not 100% sure yet but yeah ! also im so sorry about that summary kashfslkd- lmk if you want to be in a taglist ^-^

You walked through the airport doors with Renjun at your side, Jisung and Chenle following close behind. You were pulling Renjun’s suitcase (despite his multiple protests) behind you as you met up with Jeno, Jaemin, and Donghyuck. Renjun took his suitcase from you and thanked you before following the group towards the luggage check-in line.

You waited for the boys at the end of the check-in area as they all put their luggage on the conveyor belt. Jisung was the first to come towards you and engulf you in a tight hug. Though the boy was excited for their trip, he had been pouting the whole drive to the airport about how he wished you were going with them. Unfortunately, you didn’t have the time to leave town for too long. Jisung had grown very fond of you soon after you met and vice versa; he had a habit of clinging to you, especially at times like these. You hugged the boy equally as tight, letting him know that you’d miss him too. When you pulled away, you patted his shoulder gently before Chenle shoved him out of the way with a wide smile and pulled you into his own arms. Each of your friends gave you a parting hug, saying their temporary farewells. Renjun was the last to approach you, immediately wrapping his arms around you.

“Don’t miss me too much.” You moved your arms from around your best friend's neck and rested your hands on his shoulders. He had a small smile on his lips as his gaze shifted between your eyes. You hummed gently at his words and plastered a mock-thinking face before meeting his gaze once more and responding.

“Hm, I think I should be the one saying that to you, mister. We both know that you’re the clingy one~” Renjun rolled his eyes at you and wrapped his arms back around your waist, pulling you into a final hug.

“Right right, because you totally weren’t clinging to me like a koala to a tree over the last few days while I was packing.” You smacked his back at this comment and tried to push him away, but ultimately failed when he tightened his hold around you.

“I’ll pick you up when you get back. Have fun and text me when you land.” Renjun closed his eyes and hummed softly into your shoulder.

“Only two weeks and a couple days, but I’ll miss you.” His voice was just above a whisper, not wanting the other boys to hear him. You smiled slightly at the lack of sarcasm in his voice. A soft sigh fell from your lips and you shook your head slightly.

“...I’ll miss you too dummy.” Renjun chuckled and pulled away, a soft smile on his lips to match your own.

“Oh my GOD, let’s GO Renjun. We still have to get through security.” Renjun bowed his head and exhaled deeply at the voice. You peeked around him to see Donghyuck swinging his bag back and forth impatiently, an over exaggerated look of annoyance displayed over his features. His face lit up with his signature bright smile when he caught your eye. He stopped swinging his bag and stood up straight before waving to you, almost as if he was trying to pretend he wasn’t just groaning in annoyance at your best friend. You giggled softly and waved back.

“You better get going before Hyuck throws his backpack at your skull.” Renjun laughed quietly at your warning and grabbed his suitcase.

“Alright, don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone.” He narrowed his eyes at you as he started making his way into the security screening line with the others.

“Don’t worry about me, I’d never do anything stupid without you~” You smiled innocently and Renjun rolled his eyes for the hundredth time in the last hour, his smile remaining on his lips. He waved to you one last time before disappearing farther into the line for the bag check. Once he was out of sight, you crossed your arms over your chest and turned towards the exit of the airport. You pulled out your phone when you got into your car and sent Renjun a quick text before pulling out of your parking space.

Renjun walked alongside Jeno ahead of the others after going through security. A small squeak echoed from Renjun’s pocket and he swiftly pulled out his phone, knowing it was you from the text tone. A simple “Have a safe flight!” flashed across the screen accompanied by an airplane and blue heart emoji. He scanned the message over his lockscreen, a faint warmth crept onto his cheeks and the same small smile frome before found his lips.

“Okay lover boy, we got a long flight ahead of us. Don’t want to run out of battery too fast.” He looked up from his phone and met Jeno’s eyes that were bent into crescent shapes from the smile he wore. Renjun’s blush deepened at the nickname Jeno started calling him months ago. He scratched the back of his neck and sighed.

“Two weeks dude. You two can facetime all you want because we all know you can’t go more than 5 hours without talking to each other; plus it’s not a huge time difference. You’ll be fine.” He nodded at Jeno’s words.

“Honestly though, why aren’t you together yet? You spend 95% of your time together, you basically live at each other’s places, everyone already thinks you’re together. You’re both clearly into each other-” Renjun sighed loudly and threw his head back, looking up at the ceiling.

“No, Jeno. We’re not ‘clearly into each other.’ We’ve acted like this for years, it’s nothing new. Yeah, maybe I caught feelings but that’s it. It’s one sided. It always will be.” Jeno shook his head and subtly rolled his eyes at his friend's attitude.

“Fine man, if that’s what you want to believe then I won’t argue any further. But just hear me out, the guys and I know both of you well enough to see things that you both always seem to miss. But you keep on doubting it if you really want to, I won’t stop you.” Renjun looked straight ahead, refusing to meet Jeno’s brief glance.

The group gathered together once again at the terminal; they discussed their seating for the plane, what the rough plan would be after arrival, and all the other random questions that popped up. The six boys sat in the chairs and on the floor, playing video games or mindlessly scrolling through their feeds. They boarded their flight in no time and quickly got settled in their seats as the other passengers filed in.

Renjun glanced out the window; the now setting sun painted the sky like a canvas in warm colours. He reached for his phone and snapped a picture before opening your contact. “About to take off, I’ll text you in a few hours when we land.” He sent the message along with the photo before switching his phone to airplane mode.

He pressed his head to the cabin wall and looked down at his home screen. His gaze rested on your smiling face, and he smiled at the memory. A photo of the two of you from a road trip you had taken together with Jaemin and Jeno the previous summer was displayed in front of him. You were sitting on the wide edge of a stone wall with Renjun directly in front of you. You had your arms draped over his shoulders and your head resting against his. His hands covered yours, holding them together over his chest.

His smile quickly faded as the conversation he had with Jeno played through his head again. ‘...keep on doubting it if you really want to, I won’t stop you.’ He locked his phone and placed it face down in his lap. He fought back tears of frustration. He knew you didn’t have any feelings for him. Right? Or, did he only tell himself that to avoid the heartbreak he believed to be inevitable?

‘...the guys and I know both of you well enough to see things that you both always seem to miss.’ Jeno’s words were causing a frenzy of questions and feelings that quickly overwhelmed Renjun. He did his best to shake everything from his thoughts as the safety instructions sounded throughout the cabin. He focused on the colours in the sky as the plane started lifting off the ground. As the ground disappeared beneath the clouds, he couldn’t help but acknowledge the one, lingering question that always seemed to sit at the back of his mind, “Why won’t you love me?”

Despite Renjun’s protests, Donghyuck insisted on watching a cheesy romcom with him. Renjun tried to drown out the swarm of thoughts that continued circling his mind with the movie but it only made him yearn for you more. A typical story of love at first sight with the cutest and fluffiest meetings, the leads parting ways, but ultimately coming back to each other for a happy ending. Renjun could hardly handle watching such a relationship bloom on the small screen, the ache he was feeling in his heart only got worse with every loving smile the characters shared.

Part of him despised that Jeno had chosen to point out his feelings for you right before a rather long flight. He had nowhere to go, almost no way to escape his own thoughts. The idea of unrequited love was eating away at him with each passing minute. He was frustrated. Frustrated with Donghyuck for picking a movie that mocked him. Frustrated with Jeno for kick starting his overthinking. Frustrated with you for being so incredible and making him fall for you. Most of all, he was frustrated with himself for falling in love with his best friend.

It wasn’t long until he grabbed his ipad to draw. If there was one way he could get his emotions out, it was through art. He peeked out the window and observed the fluffy clouds passing by, illuminated by a soft orange glow from the setting sun. There was his reference. The movie served as background noise as he immersed himself in his craft. His stress poured through his pencil, the overwhelming thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind. The only remaining thoughts he had were about how much he wished you could see the sunset from above the clouds like he was.

As he finished his first sketch, he snapped a quick photo with his phone to send to you once they landed. There you were again. The thought of you alone made his heart flutter and a smile appear on his lips. The feeling in his chest was almost unbearable; he felt like he could explode. Opening a blank canvas, he pulled up a photo of the two of you for reference and started sketching.

Donghyuck had fallen asleep by the time the credits of the movie rolled, so Renjun took the opportunity to choose something else to watch. He threw on an old Disney film and continued his portrait.

The completed piece caused a warm feeling to bubble in Renjuns chest. His colour pallet felt comforting and cozy; like a reflection of how he felt with you. Not wanting to get too caught up in his feelings again, he opened another fresh canvas and turned his attention to the movie. He settled on making his own interpretation of the scene and what the characters were saying, wanting to exercise his skills and creativity.

He created one, and then another, yawning softly with the last couple details. Fatigue had been creeping up on Renjun as the Disney film neared its end. He tucked his ipad back into his small carry-on and pulled the shade over the window. Sleeping for the last hour and a half of the flight wouldn’t hurt. After putting some music on, he shifted into a relatively comfortable sleeping position and began to doze off.

Slight turbulence jolted Renjun awake as the plane began its descent. He gently rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and lifted the blind to peek out the window. The sky was a deep blue and the stars sparkled throughout. The city below was bright with lights as they cascaded closer to the runway. Renjun carefully shook Donghyuck awake, making sure the other boy was prepared for arrival.

Renjun fiddled with the edges of his phone case, waiting for the go-ahead to turn off airplane mode as the plane taxied towards the terminal. When the approval came through the intercom, he was quick to switch it off and text you that they had landed safely.

: Hey, we just landed!

y/nieeee: That’s great!! How was the flight?

: Pretty good

: Watched a few movies with hyuck and did

some drawing

: I slept for the last bit of the flight also

A bright smile found his lips and he selected the photos he took of his creations, skipping over the portrait, and hit send.

y/nieeee: Oooohh can i see ur drawings?

: [3 attachments]

y/nieeee: Ouuuu the sunset one is really

pretty

: Thank youuuuu

:We’re about to start getting off the plane,

wanna vc while we wait for our luggage?

Renjun threw his bag over his shoulder and followed Donghyuck into the aisle. Jeno and Jaemin handed the group their few larger carry-ons from the overhead compartments before Jeno led the way out of the plane. Renjun’s phone vibrated in his hand, a short text from you popping up on the screen, “ready when you are :)” The second they stepped off the plane, Renjun pressed the call button.

grab my earbuds!

You smiled at the sight of your best friend on your phone screen, his brown hair was slightly tousled from sleeping, you assumed. His brown cardigan was draped over his tee-shirt, and his smile was soft but his eyes still sparkled. Even after a 6 hour flight, he somehow still managed to look so handsome. What?

y/nieeee: Sureeee just give me a sec to

“Hey, y/n!” You shook your head slightly to silence your thoughts and laughed when Jisung hopped into frame when he heard Renjun say your name. You waved back with a sweet smile.

“Jun, let Jisungie into frame more, I want to talk to him too!” Jisung moved closer into view when Renjun motioned for him and waved to you excitedly. Renjun repeated your questions to Jisung (due to the fact that only Renjun could hear you through his earbuds) as they walked through the airport.

The other boys moved in and out of frame to say their hellos when they reached the luggage carousel. You rested your chin in your palm as you continued conversing with Renjun.

"How was the rest of your night? What did you get up to after dropping us off?" Renjun moved to lean against a wall, glancing at the carousel for a second before looking back at you. You hummed in thought for a second.

"Hmm, it was good, I guess? I didn't do much really." You fiddled with the cord of your earbuds, threading it between your fingers before elaborating.

"I got bubble tea on the way home and then I just watched a couple movies; just a lazy night."

"Ooh, bubble tea sounds amazing. Maybe I'll convince the guys to get some tomorrow or something." Renjun’s eyes lit up slightly when you giggled.

"That shouldn't be hard at all." You said with a smile. Renjun chuckled and nodded his head.

"Oh totally, they’ll agree in a split second- oh shoot,” His sentence was cut short and his eyes widened when he noticed you yawn softly.

“Isn't it like 1am now??” He furrowed his eyebrows as you checked the little alarm clock on your bedside table, seeing that it was in fact 1 in the morning.

“Yeah, just a little past 1.” Another yawn slipped through your lips as you laid back onto your pillows. You saw Renjun frown slightly and you sent him a tired smile.

“You should get to sleep, we’re going to head to the hotel right away anyway. I can call you again tomorrow!” Just as he said that, Donghyuck came by with Renjun’s suitcase and patted his back, informing him that their ride was outside. The lights outside of the airport contrasted with the night sky behind him.

“Are you sure?” You asked, raising your eyebrows for a second. Renjun nodded as they piled into the van.

“Yes, 100%! Here, say bye to the guys.” When they all got settled into their seats, Renjun held his phone up higher to get everyone in frame and removed his earbuds. You sat up again and waved at the camera.

“Good night everyone, have a good rest!”

The replies were a mess of ‘good night’s, ‘miss you’s, and wishes of sweet dreams. You bid one final farewell to Renjun before hanging up and plugging your phone in. A quiet huff left your lips after tucking yourself under the blanket and laying down, a deep slumber quickly washing over you.

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[sluttyten]

You have this one post on your nsfw side blog about yellow lingerie and I think it was for Taeil and how he’d love seeing you dressed in sunny colors and I’ve literally been OBSESSED with the idea of finding yellow lingerie since (I buy,,,, way more than is necessary I just love love love wearing pretty lacy underwear it makes me feel invincible).

I have looked for like, what feels like six months for yellow fucking lingerie. And it was fall/winter so you know what color NO ONE and I mean NO ONEEEE had for lingerie? YUP, YELLOW.

BUT! This week one of my favorite brands (because they’re all women founded/owned/operated and transparent about their manufacturing and business practices, gender all inclusive and very sex positive) Thistle & Spire re-released my favorite bra set from them in a bright, sunny yellow color, and of course this bitch IMMEDIATELY purchased it and I am THRILLED to finally just, have that.

So thank you for planting that obsessive seed of yellow lingerie in my head, here’s hoping this damn pandemic ends soon and I can put all this lace to good use and get fucked while wearing it 🥰 MWAH BIG KISSES FOR BEA !

Oh my goodness!!!! I’m so excited for you for you getting that! And praying that the pandemic ends so you can go out and wear it ✨

[lyricalimerence]

drinking games - JJ Maybank

word count: 1598

warnings: this bitch is all angst i'm sorry just in my feels lmao, an incredible amount of drinking like i'm surprised there's no alcohol poisoning, mentions of assault, implied smut, you know you know, i think that's all?

summary: reader likes jj, but he manipulates her feelings for him to get her to be a part of his drinking games. the pogues are a little older in this maybe eighteen or around there.

a/n: this is another song based oneeee. it followed the song drinking games by silver sphere and it's a beautiful song truly gets me deeper into my feels. 10/10 would recommend listening to the song. i haven't included the lyrics in between paragraphs in this, but it follows the song pretty closely if you listen to it :) her voice literally sounds like a cloud i'm not kidding. sorry if this is bad i'm just sad rn. also, babes, if he manipulates you, he's not the one. know your worth bbys, xx

The Boneyard was the place to throw a kegger, it was common knowledge--almost as common as your thing for JJ Maybank who was, quite honestly, your bestest friend. But back to the kegger. You were a few drinks in and your lazy dancing with Kiara and Sarah ( which mainly consisted of you three jokingly throwing it back to make the boys jealous ) drifted around the beach. Separating from the Pogues, you were jumping up and down to the loud, bass, synthesized beat blaring from a speaker somewhere. As you swayed your hips and pumped your fists, you found yourself near a group of Kooks who were eyeing you up and down--not that you took particular notice or care.

JJ noticed though. The golden haired adrenaline junkie watched you with a sour expression as you spoke a light conversation with a certain Kook he had gotten into a scrap with before, but, then again, hadn’t he gotten into one scrap or another with all of them? You giggled as the Kook complimented how your eyes sparkled when you smiled. JJ knew that giggle. That giggle was supposed to be his.

So, he walks up to you and forcefully takes you away from the Boneyard. The two of you end up in the beat up, old Volkswagen van that was more of a forewarning for law enforcement that the Pogues were coming.

JJ had no idea what came over him. Maybe it was the intense jealousy he felt when he watched you dance closer to the Kook than you ever had with him. Maybe it was because he went home last night and resurfaced that morning with a split lip and bruises spiraling underneath his muscle tees. Whatever it was, a tear slipped from his constantly full eyes.

“J…” You whispered, taking his hand in yours. Rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb lovingly, the water he built up like a dam finally broke, overflowing and spilling down his cheeks. Your comforting touch was something so new, his father was the farthest from loving and to the Pogues he was just one of the boys. But, you. You were so gentle it infuriated him as much as it brought him to you like a moth to a fluorescent light.

As you whisper sweet words to him, he grabs you and hold you in his arms, his forehead falling to rest against your exposed shoulder. You reciprocate the hug, your heartstrings tugging painfully each time JJ sobs, his ribcage shaking against your chest as you tighten your grip around his back.

He doesn’t say a word about it. A simple, “I’m okay. Love you, Y/N.”

That was all you got as he opened the door to the van and stepped out, jogging back to the party without even waiting for you. You didn’t necessarily mind, though. A soft smile fought its way across your lips as you bit it back via trapping your bottom lip between your teeth. Telling the Pogues that you love them was normal for you, you did it constantly. Life wasn’t the best for you, but the Pogues made it worthwhile. You truly loved all of them, but usually it was just Kie, Sarah, and occasionally Pope throwing a “love you, too” over their shoulders back.

JJ's in the mood to drink and forget. Forget what just happened in the van. Forget that he haphazardly told you he loved you. Forget that his skin crawled with jealousy when you saw you dance with a Kook. You watched from the sidelines, gently nursing a red solo cup filled with golden beer as he laughed and partied with your friends. He catches your eye and it's something different than in the car. it's purely platonic, almost nonchalantly acknowledging your existence.

All you want is for him to feel comfortable enough with you to tell you when he isn't okay. Everyone isn't okay once in a while and that is perfectly okay. But, you get too attached to the things he says--he says he's great, better than before, he loves you ( with an unspecified emotion ). He knows you don't live in the best neighborhood--your next door neighbors is Barry, a well known basehead that sells coke, more specifically: sells to JJ’s dad. But that night, JJ doesn't care if you get home safe. He says that he loves you and you're perfectly strong enough to get home on your own when you walk up to him, tugging on the fringe of the cutoff of his muscle tee.

He doesn’t care because you're just another player in his Boneyard drinking games.

You start the trek back down the dirt roads of your neighborhood, chock full of druggies and trailers--a dangerous combination. Walking up towards your door, a tall blond man which you instantly recognize as Luke Maybank exits the dilapidated shack next to your small home. He doesn’t pay attention to anything around him, but Barry walks out behind him who instantly spots you. You’re his favorite subject of torment. Barry is a Sicilian who would make a perfect mob boss if he got away from dealing cocaine to broke people looking for a quick high.

The second he calls out, “if it isn’t the pogue princess,” you speed up, wanting to get to the old Toyota in front of your well kept little shack. You were quick on your feet, but Barry was quicker--especially if he had just done a line. He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you against your car, his foul breath panting in your face and his menacing eyes staring you down. You had no energy or fire to fight back, you just let him dig his nails into your shoulders and kick your shins.

Until Kie and Pope came running down the road to find you. JJ always walked you home if you didn’t catch a ride, but they saw him and not you, so they wanted to make sure you were okay. They pulled Barry off you and nudged you forward, back in the direction of John B’s house. Kie had interlocked your elbows and started to talk about a new environmental initiative she was thinking of working on.

At the Chateau, you sat on the pullout couch next to Sarah as she put Neosporin on the freshly bleeding crescent moons on your shoulders. You chased after JJ a little bit in your time as a Pogue. Everyone knows you are in love with him, even JJ, but you know you won't ever be his girl. As you’re starting to get your mind off of him, he stumbles into the Chateau with another girl. They make their way through the group of Pogues giving them dirty looks to the guest bedroom, not breaking their lips apart as they travel. He doesn't even look at you, as if that wasn't you two the night before in your own house.

You run out of the Chateau, Sarah and Kie right behind you. You cry, throw pillows around the porch, but then you finally break. Pausing your emotional outburst, you sink down to sit on the steps, you back leaning against the stabilizing wooden post.

“I’m better than this,” You mumble, receiving aggressive nods from the girls who had taken seats beside you, gently playing with your hair to help calm you down. You are better than this because you know JJ is just going to tell you that you two should forget whatever happened in the van the next morning when you're sober. If that was you instead of whatever girl he brought to John B’s, he would tell you that he cares about you, but he was drunk.

…

You see his eyes when they glaze over when someone mentions “worth” or calls someone else a piece of shit--you see it, but you just get too attached, too reliant on his words of reassurance. As much as you care and he pretends to, he doesn't care if you get home safely because, at the end of the day, you are just another player in his drinking games.

The next night, you and the Pogues are sitting in a circle, a ring of shot glass in the middle. You take turns taking shots and playing truth or dare, getting so drunk JJ’s belches have more depth perception than you do. That night, he’s back to you, pulling you into the guest bedroom while Pope and Kie clean up outside and Sarah and John B are otherwise occupied in his bedroom.

The next morning you wake up to the sun shining on his golden blond hair and the peaceful rise and fall of his chest. You brush some of his shimmering locks of hair out of his eyes, gently shaking him awake. JJ mumbles something incoherent as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. Once his ocean eyes train on you and his calm expression falls.

“Y/N, I care about you, but sleeping with you was a mistake.”

You two are sober from each other now, and another piece of your glass heart breaks off and your glass shards are limited until your heart is broken.

But, then, that night as you push your dinner around your paper plate with distaste, he calls you and says "hey, cutie,” asking if you're going to come over and drink with the Pogues. And it happens over and over again because you get attached to the loving things he says when he's half passed out from beer and you're just another player in his drinking games.