#i woke up w this thought 👁️

[m00nveil]

hi wizblr good mornin id just like to ask what you think wouldve happened at the sky city hotel thingy if they really were to host us and not ambush us

[anlian-aishang]

For the practice drabble thingie, Sweat/Scent kink? 👁️ 👁️

I just. k n o w. I have this headcanon that Levi always uses baby/scented powder to avoid sweating so much on expeditions/missions, but maybe one day he just runs out of it or rushes out of his room, so Levi gets flustered or self-conscious for the rest of the day or smth, idk I don’t think he would smell **that much**, but… still, he smells pretty masculine, yknow?👁️👁️

Tags: levi x reader [mutual pining], sfw [but fetish-based material], sweat & scent stuff, canonverse, gn!reader Word count: 2700 A/N: Holy hell, thank you, this is exactly what I wanted. nsfw sequel is in the works <3

It was his fucking day off. 

Levi was the most cautious when it came to anticipation. Sights no one should have to see had scarred him to the point of learning: if you never got your hopes up, nothing could let you down. That thought rained on most of his parades, but he supposed there was little letdown to be had when it came to the likewise little things. On returns from expeditions, he allowed himself to look forward to the removal of his heavy gear and tight belts. When the smell of fresh-baked bread wafted through the barracks, he let his tongue salivate and his stomach sing. Today would have been his first day off in - he couldn’t even remember - god knows how long. Last night, his stagnant stoicism seemed to float away, head in clouded daydream of how to make this day perfect.

But some days weren’t meant to be perfect.

Instead of birds chirping and the first rays of sunlight that Levi anticipated, it was a series of harsh knocks at the hour of indigo sky that woke him up. Levi startled out of sleep, snapping up with a breathless gasp.  

In hindsight, maybe he should’ve said nothing, maybe then they would’ve left him alone. However, being woken suddenly, though a common occurrence, almost always meant disaster in the Scouts. His voice cracked a barely audible “W’What?” No response. Levi coughed and cleared his throat, the return of his scathing tone, “What?”

The knob swiveled. His door creaked. In the shadows of dawn stood a domineering, a commanding, six-foot figure. The leisurely pace with which he entered the room conveyed that there was no life-or-death emergency, and thus no good reason, for having barged in here on his day off. Levi rolled his eyes and scowled, “I didn’t say ‘come in.’”

Erwin ignored his remark and instead cut to the chase. “Supply transports were raided in Trost.”

His mind already set in vacation mode, it was remarkable how quickly his knowledge of the restock had left him, “What?”

“Tug-of-war with the Garrisons and MPs, scouring over the leftover scraps of the materials that were supposed to be.”

“The hell do the MPs need anything for?”

“I’m headed to the capital to find out.”

Too tired to think - let alone attempt - to disguise his confusion. Levi’s brows arced, lips parted as he tried to piece together what the hell this had to do with him. When it dawned, his trademark pout revived. 

“...No.”

“So you’ll take my stand, running morning drills in -” Erwin checked his pocket watch - “twenty minutes.”

“I’m off today.” Levi refuted. “Get Miche or Hange to do it.”

“They’re coming with me.” Erwin’s eyes were dead set, nearly offended, don’t you know I’ve thought of this already? “Unless, of course, you want to make the trip.”

To yak with the higher-ups? He would sooner crawl through mud.

Though he was given a choice, he took pity at his situation: “Bullshit…” Levi cursed beneath his breath, his version of whining.

Impatient, Erwin tapped his foot, “Are you going to get up or would you like to sit here and talk about our feelings?” The commander’s voice was starkly monotone, despite the sarcasm dripping in his statement.

Levi could play that card, too. “Are you going to leave or are you just here to watch my bare ass roll out of bed?”

Right. Erwin turned on his heel, door slammed in his wake. 

His impulse was to throw his head back on his pillow and an arm over his face, but twenty minutes - he didn’t even have the time for that. Levi bunched his sheets in his hands, so angry that his fists trembled, and swiveled his legs over the edge of his bed. A pang of nausea and a sharp headache, his body was pissed at him for the violent disruption of his sleep cycle. Levi held his forehead in hand and shook, blame eyebrows, not me. 

Levi’s limbs felt heavy, like he had just come indoors from a rainstorm. Clouds of colorful swears and harsh grunts propelled him through his morning routine. A three-minute shower, trimming his bangs, toothpaste and mouthwash followed by tea. One of many identical uniforms was laid out on his dresser, but before that…

From head to toe - undercut nape, under the arms, the shelf of his pecs, between his thighs, and finally his feet - Levi always applied a handful of drying agent. At this time of year, headquarters could seriously reek, and Levi refused to contribute to that filth. Pressing his lips together and stifling a yawn, he turned the container upside down. Lips parted, though, when nothing fell out. 

Shake. Shake shake.

A blockage, a clump, maybe? But there was no sound. The slightest of twitches in his fingers as Levi delicately, anxiously, twisted off the cap and peered inside. 

That’s right. He had made a mental note yesterday, that part of his day off would be dedicated to visiting the market, buying tea leaves, some new briefs, and his astringent powder - all items he was too mortified to order through the Corps. Given the thieving that had just happened, it was not like those supplies would’ve arrived anyway, but now, he would not have the freedom to go out and get them. 

With the jar completely open, he considered a few shakes in vain, but the bottle was so empty that he could see the reflection of his dark-circled eyes in the bottom of it. Levi allowed himself a heavy, exasperated sigh as he set the empty vessel back on his bathroom countertop just to loudly smack it into the trash can. Fucking shit. 

At least he had showered, but peering out the window and onto the training grounds, he could already see waves of heat radiating off the pavement. Come noon, it would be far worse. Clock ticking, for now, his only solution was to cut down on layers. It was then that he realized how little leniency the uniform lent. Gritting his teeth, Levi reluctantly left his top drawer shut, forgoing his undershirt and underwear. Walking past his mirror, his reflection caught his own eyes: his ivory skin barely yet noticeably peeking through the buttons of his grey shirt. Goddammit, he ripped the brown, canvas coat off its hanger and crossed it tight across his chest. To the harmony of his soles on wooden floor, his inner voice melodized: Could an outfit be both breathable and modest?

Levi could not bring himself to abandon his cravat, so instead of tying it beneath his collar, he let it sling out his back pocket, at the ready to grasp for when he needed to wipe his sweat away. That moment was inevitable, but he preferred not to think about it. He ran his fingers through his hair, base of his hand lingered on his widow’s peak, grinding pressure away like a mortar and pestle. Whatever, he tried to assure himself, as long as no one was around… 

At first, he thought he might manage. If they got close enough, they would surely notice the glimmer shining upon his skin. However, by terse orders and points of his fingers, he had maintained a perpetual distance from the hoard of trainees. He was more of a hands-on kind of teacher, opting to join them as they ran laps or learned to grapple through trees. Today, though, he was standing in the shade several yards from the action. If anyone gave him shit for lazying aside, he had an excuse in that he wasn’t even supposed to be on-call today anyways. However, perhaps because he looked particularly irritable and scary, no one dared question his bystanding.

Then came you.

“Levi?”

It was the first time you had ever seen startle on the captain. A simultaneous, steep flinch in each of his shoulders. Hairs stood on end, he whipped his gaze around, “What? What’re you doing here?”

The sight of panic on someone so fearless, it caused you to fret by proxy. “I - I uh…” You had never second-guessed him before, you had never had to. “I’m covering for -”

“Erwin?” 

You knit your hands behind your back, a sheepish grin, “He said you’d need help. You know, given the heat…”

Levi crossed his arms and bit the inside of his cheek. How shitty could that oaf be? The truth was that this heat was getting to everyone, yet in his fluster, Levi was sure that not only Erwin knew about his secret susceptibility, but that he had spilled it to the last person Levi wanted to know. No words seemed adequate for response, so instead, he kicked his foot against the barrack wall, leaned back, and deferred to silence.  

Something was off, your eyes darted in search for it. His cheeks had been tainted a light red. Luckily, you chalked it up to the temperature, though Levi knew that was not the sole factor. His hair was slicker than its usual light-and-airy allure, you figured he had just gotten out of the shower. That was true, but this damp was sweat, not soap. Your gaze started to descend down his body, and on the way, you noticed it: no cravat. 

A dog without a collar. A missing puzzle piece. Mildly irksome yet disproportionately intriguing. It was like he had read your mind, the mocking timing with which he reached back into his pocket and lifted the cloth to his forehead, sighing and swiping. After a couple wringing flicks of his wrist, he folded it and shoved it inside the lining of his tan jacket. His left hand tucked it away, hidden, while his right hand lifted the coat away from his chest, granting him the space to do so. Again, his own state snagged his attention - the dark, drenched patch of fabric at his underarm jumped out like a bug on a wall. Fiercely, he snatched his jacket shut again, praying to whatever was out there that you had not seen. 

And though you had not seen the soak of his shirt, his odd behavior was garnering more and more of your attention. Cruelly, that made him sweat even more: not only the sun’s rays, but the blaze of your stare burning onto his skin. He cursed the thickness of his leather boots, the ODM gear that strapped his clothing tight to his skin, the turn of events that had brought you to this moment, his stupid genetics, and his even stupider feelings for you. Thoughts spiraling, humidity could mess with him in ways that titans could not.

If you thought hard about it, you may have realized that his humidity induced the same haze in you. Bangs glued to his forehead. Chest rose high and fell deep - combined with his light panting - made your brain boggle. Now and then, a clear bead of sweat would fall from his temple, down his jawline and neck, before disappearing down his collar - where you noticed that his top button was uncharacteristically undone. 

The loud pop! as he uncorked his canteen broke both of your thirsts. Head tilted far back, Adam’s apple deliciously bobbed as he gulped down his water. Lips absentmindedly fallen, your eyes drank as he did. 

Levi recognized, pretending that he hadn’t noticed your stare had thus far failed to shake it. He scoffed internally: someone could use some self-awareness, he was literally dripping with it. With a straight-on side-eye, he maintained eye contact as he gradually lowered the canteen from his lips, only to thrash it and splash it upwards into his own face. Still, you gaped like an idiot. Finally, Levi decided: if you were going to be this indulgent, he would be, too. Maybe then, you’d realize. Levi thumbed a leaking drop from the corner of his mouth. After briefly sucking the digit dry, his tongue snuck between his lips to slowly lick them clean. 

Stone-cold steel eyes and his soft pink tongue - that was what it took to break your concentration. Immediately, you snapped your gaze down to your toes and silently mouthed sorry. 

Despite the heat, shivers somehow managed to seize his figure. With your gaze averted, you thankfully missed them. However, when you no longer had your sight to rely on, other senses instinctively took over. Particularly, scent: aged sandalwood, burnt charcoal, bitter tea. On the training grounds, these smells did not come naturally. And if it were anyone else, you may have cringed at the combination of scents, but upon realization of the one and only source of this musk, you felt your middle warm with inexplicable satisfaction. 

Meanwhile, he was squirming: fuck, how badly he wanted to hit the showers. If Erwin had left this assignment to him, he had every right to leave it to the next person. The thing was, that next person was you, the blinking, doe-eyed, fresh promotion who hardly knew their blades from their gas. If you were anyone else, he could see himself saying: take this cash, head to the square and stop at this stand, buy the tallest bottle they have and bring it back to me. Say a word, you’re dead. 

But you were the entire reason he strove to keep this secret under wraps. To give you such orders would essentially be a confession, erasing the whole point. Between a rock and a hard place, Levi stood frozen in fever. 

The air was thick with moisture and silence. With each breath, the memory of that canteen escapade and his intensifying aura seemed to suffocate you. Internally, he was simmering over how to shoo you away from his disgusting sorry state. On the other hand, you were parsing over how to excuse yourself without being rude. 

The 10:00 bell rang, you used it to craft a feigned excuse, “If you’ve got things under control -”

“I do.” In some ways, he did. In others, absolutely not. 

“- I’m supposed to help mess out with lunch.”

Levi knit his brows, seemed unlikely, but he would not object. With a slight flick of his head, his gesture released you from post and encouraged you inside.

At the door frame and with his back turned, you could not help but take one last look. At his last end and assuming you had departed already, he finally shouldered that Scouts jacket off, revealing his light-grey button up having turned dark with his sweat. His fist clutched his collar and fanned ferociously, allowing his skin to breathe. Inaudible to the other, you both simultaneously reprieved, “Fuck me…”

At 11 on the dot, Levi and the platoon of morning athletes were in the cafeteria line. So what if it meant they called it quits prematurely? Inside, no one was complaining. Levi was relieved that he did not find you there, hopeful that you were in your room avoiding heat stroke, and oddly satisfied to have correctly suspected your “cafeteria-duties” bluff earlier. 

Levi looked like he had been rained on then dunk-tanked. At least, that was how his squad put it, jeering and elbowing, “What happened to you out there?”

They didn’t want to know. He didn’t want them to know. Most of all, he would rather forget this day ever happened. He took his steel tray and made for his room to eat in private - but more importantly, to shower again.  

The venture back to his quarters seemed to drag - maybe it was because the dampness of his clothes had weighed him down, or maybe it was because the empty, lone quiet of the halls allowed his consciousness to echo loud and clear: humiliating, huh? 

He could not deny that it was fucking humiliating, but for as scathing as the memory of that embarrassment was, the recollection of your rose-colored stare was just as impactful. All along, he had feared that if you witnessed his weakness to heat - more so the sweat and stench that came with it, it would have sent you running the other direction. Self-doubt suggested: they did end up running, though. That mess-hall excuse, them being them, they were probably trying not to offend you as they took cover from your reek. Self-confidence objected, but remember the way they looked at you? Don’t play dumb. You know that look anywhere. They like you - and hell - maybe they liked it.

On his doormat, a tall white bottle and a handwritten note confirmed the latter.

Seemed like you were missing something… …not that I think you need it. - (Y/N)

// masterlist //

[fourstarsoutofnine]

Based on the little note you left, now I know you're plenty busy so feel free to delay or ignore this for as long as you need, there's no rush at all, and don't forget take care of yourself :)

Sooooo my request was a scenario of the chain and reader waking up to start the day, when one of the Links glances at a reader beginning to wake up and only then noticing the snake chilling on reader's body. The Links begin to panic, reader's still half asleep and confused until somebody finally tells reader about the snake, and reader immediately goes 'omg new bestie' and proceeds to leave the snake to rest on their shoulders for the remainder of the morning until the group had to get going again.

Bonus points if you include any funny reactions or any silly moments in general.

Reader and a snake!

A/N:fun fact I was googling for a descriptor for a snake besides “legless” and the term for a being without limbs is quite literally “Amelia”. I was like 👁️👁️ain’t no way. That’s literally a name, I know so many people named Amelia. Anyway! Thought that was funny and interesting enough to share! Also small psa I feel important enough to share as well:don’t go messing with snakes😭as someone who lives in a part of the US with TONS of dangerous snake species, they’re nothing to mess around w/. Alright, now enjoy.

Ah, morning. Another day, another however many miles you all can walk without totally collapsing from exhaustion of all kinds. The chain slowly started waking up and getting things ready to go when something seemed…off… no one could pinpoint exactly what that thing was, either…. At least not until they looked at you. It didn’t seem like much at first, but their eyes drifted to the all too noticeable legless animal curled up on your lap as you slept. Legend was about to scream before Hyrule slapped a hand over his mouth. “Shh—we don’t want it to bite them…” he whispered and legend nodded. They took a vote(aka they played nose goes until someone realized their finger wasn’t on their nose) and the hero of the Wild slowly crept up and poked your shoulder before jerking back. When you didn’t wake, he did it again and you stirred, but didn’t wake. It would’ve been comical had this not been as dangerous of a situation as it was… or they presumed it to be, anrway. Finally after enough poking and prodding, you woke.

“???? What gives???”

“Y—y/n, theres….” Wars pointed to the snake still fueled in your lap. It seemed the boys(all besides Time and Twilight) were afraid of snakes. Especially Four, what with how mouselike the Picori looked—and snakes ate mice!

You looked down and lit up. “Oh cool! Hello little danger noodle..!” You picked it up carefully and it saw no threat to your actions, so it let you do as you please. The boys were in awe.

“It’s… not biting…” Four poked his head out from around Wars

“Of course it’s not—I’m not doing anything to provoke it or frighten it. It saw me safe enough to sleep on, so why would it bite me now?”

“…fair enough…” he said and watched nervously. The snake hung around on you until it was time to leave. You set it at the corner of the woods and patted its head. “Thanks for hanging out with me, little fella. Go find you some breakfast now.” You smiled and watched the creature slither away, before you and your group went on your way. Crazy morning, but honestly not the craziest you(or the chain) have seen. And nobody’s complaining, either. No harm, no foul.

[viscera-vampire-gutz]

hi. for the ask post:

any grotto thoughts 😁. like about anything at all

-7 (i dont want to send asks w my main)

i’m good about remembering to answer things ❤️ ok hi i’ve been . LOSING MY MIND just in general the grotto has consumed my life like fully like actual and i cannot stop relating it to things happening in my real life which is NOOOOOOT good. but it’s ok because we ball. i still need to relisten to everything about a million more times but ive just been looping the music ever since i woke up ,,, i dont even know what to do there are so many things in my mind. there’s a ton of art i want to make — specifically one ive been thinking abt is david in the cave with ambrose’s guardian angel line? yeah i think about that a normal amount. Ummm relatedly a david piece based on the cover art for iris … idk i was looking at it earlier and was like. Yeah this could be a biblical angel. so there’s that. and then generally just ,,, ok this idea i had more recently Like it came together properly in my mind more recently but i wanna do a piece with matt paired with different people, david emily and ambrose i think? with cracks and shit in between idk IM REALLY INSPIRED BY YOIR ART OFTEN I CANT LIE i really really love your composition of things so i have been Looking 👁️👁️ with my eyes … help i also. redid my phone wallpapers with your art OOPS. IRS SO GOOD WHAT AM I MEANT TO DOOOOOOO ITS SO GOOD. grotto BRAINROT. lock screen is the repaired piece and home screen is the shattered piece if you’re curious lol IM! NORMAL! i’m normal often I ALSO KEEP THINKING AHOUT THE GAMING DAY ON WEDNESDAY IN THE SETVER THAY EAS SO DUMB tko was so stupid. what do you mean i want to buy a shirt that has the grotto logo with arms and an eyeball and it says I peed your pants. what the hell. guys i love this community and this podcast so much it makes me ill. check on me in six years btw surely nothing bad will happen and i will not be returning to this podcast for any reason whatsoever. something something i have been to the future Im not finishing this though. ok.

[reanbowful]

NEW REQUEST NEW REUEST-

after a looong night with them, reader woke up with a very sore leg and have some trouble walking 👁️👁️?

OMG I READ THIS HALF ASLEEP AND THOUGHT IT WAS COMPLETELY INNOCENT. Like the reader was walking for the whole day w him and have sore legs :)

It was the eye emoji cleared things up for me to know that this was nsfw 👀

“take responsibility”

if you’re sore after having sex with them

*nsfw content

(ben, gerard, jake, donald, wolf)

ben park / park humin

Okay okay, let’s connect this to my other hcs. This dude is big ok.

He’s big and he can go for however many fucking rounds you want.

And that’s only on a normal day.

If he’s really horny, then just imagine how many rounds it would take to finally tire him out.

You woke up feeling a numb pain all over your body.

Ben was pretty damn rough last night. You actually felt like you were going to pass out if he made you cum another time.

Groaning, you rub your eyes, sitting up to examine the state of your body.

Pulling away the covers, you were revealed with hickeys and bite marks littered literally everywhere on your body. But it’s clean at least. So, Ben took the time to clean you.

Well good fucking job. Because if you wake up in that state AND is still dirty. He’s gonna catch some hands fr.

You heard some rustlings behind the door, and there you see. Your overgrown puppy boyfriend. Fidgeting with his fingers, looking oddly nervous.

“What are you doing?”

“A-are you feeling okay? Do you need anything?”

You deadpanned at him.

“Hm. Where are my clothes?”

“Oh. They’re in the dryer- Figured you wouldn’t want to wear yesterday’s clothes-“

“Then give me one of yours.”

He looked at your figure, then stared blankly at the floor.

“That’s too lethal.”

“Then?! You want me to go eat breakfast completely naked?!!”

And Ben decided that’s even more dangerous than the former. Quickly, he grab the smallest t-shirt he has in his wardrobe and handed it to you.

“Sorry. I- okay I have no excuse, I’m realllly sorry, babe.”

“Tch, stop with that. I’m so tired of you saying sorry and sorry only to keep going for more rounds after that.”

He sat on the side of the bed, feeling extremely guilty when you winced as you put the shirt on.

“You fucking asshole. Next time don’t push it in so deep. I have a migraine now.”

Ben promised to not touch you for a month after that, wanting to let you recover. Although.. let’s say, he’s not the strongest man when it comes to teasing.

gerard jin / jin gayool

Gerard would spoil you so much.

The two of you hadn’t had the time to be intimate with each other for a while now.

You have been busy with your school organisation life, and Gerard with his endless part-time jobs.

Even then, it was pure coincidence that your team decided to go on the location survey a day early. Leaving you with enough free time to visit your boyfriend at his place.

When you arrived, Gerard was passed out on the sofa.

You dropped your bag on the floor and made your way to your boyfriend. Lying on top of him.

After like three hours, you woke up. Feeling something rubbing against your thigh.

You looked up to see a red faced Gerard.

“Sorry, it’s been a while.”

He really made up for lost times after that.

Remembering how he was last night, you couldn’t even imagine Gerard acting like that in a normal occasion.

It’s not that he was rough or anything. He just won’t fucking stop.

“What’s with me today? I can’t seem to calm down.”

So here you are.

You wince as you sat up from the small bed. Gerard is still asleep next to you.

You give him a small kiss on his forehead. Stroking his hair gently.

He must’ve fallen asleep right away last night. Because you feel absolutely disgusting.

Taking a step away from the bed, you tried to walk yourself over to the bathroom, only to fall straight down with a thud.

Startling Gerard awake who immediately went to you and picked you up to the bed.

“What were you trying to do?”

“Baby, I need a shower.”

Biting the inside of his cheek, Gegard stroked your hair with an apologetic smile before putting on some trousers to get some water and wipe you clean.

He would be so so sweet about it too. Kissing your hand as he wiped down your body. Bringing you food in bed.

Anything you need, you get.

“I’m sorry for last night..”

“It’s fine. I liked it.”

“Ahh.. please don’t rile me up again.”

jake ji / ji hakho

With Jake, I see a very oddly specific scenario.

You were reading a new book you just bought. It had taken the book a month to arrive at your doorstep as it came from overseas.

So basically you’re very excited to read it. To the point where you would just ignore Jake’s advances towards you.

“Jake, seriously. Go grab a manga from the corner or something.”

“But, babe! I wanna do it pleaseee!”

You shoved him away in annoyance, making him scowl as he returned to his seat across from you.

With a brilliant, brilliant idea. He smirked, approaching you to whisper something in your ear.

Jake left your house swiftly after that. Leaving you dumbfounded and taken aback. But what does it matter. You have your book with you and you’re going to finish it by today.

Except what he said to you had more of an impact than you thought it did.

“If you want to read that book so bad, do it. I won’t come see you, or contact you. When you finally feel like doing it, come find me.”

You shook your head, feeling stupid. Fine. If that’s how he wanna do it, then so be it.

But one day turned into three. And three days turned to a week.

You’re feel a migraine building up. You can’t concentrate on the lessons at all. And your body feels hot every so often you catch a glimpse of Jake’s picture on your phone.

You just know that this mf is enjoying what he’s doing to you.

Eventually, after the two weeks mark, you caved. You texted Jake to meet you.

You really wanted to (affectionately) slap that grin off of his face.

Long story short, the two of you stepped into your apartment, he immediately pushed you to the back of the door. Kissing you as he began to frantically undress you.

“I didn’t jerk myself off at all for the past 2 weeks. You know what that means, right?”

Once you guys are finished, Jake would be back to his usual cheery self.

You didn’t know how many rounds you two went, but he really emptied all those accumulated loads from those two weeks out.

And for some reason, you felt more relaxed than you were the past week not seeing Jake.

He also would spoil you a lot after that, but not as much as Gerard.

He would give you massages, cook you food, bring you drinks. Rather than serving you, he would just be happy that he could see you again.

donald na / na baekjin

Ah yes, this guy.

When Donald is drunk, or if he drinks. It will take him a long long time to cum.

So, if you go and do it with Donald after let’s say a Union dinner.

He won’t be stopping until either one of you passes out. Most likely it would be you let’s be honest.

You woke up feeling like absolute shit. You’re hangover, your body hurts, you feel sticky, and sweaty.

A certain blonde is gripping you by your waist, maybe a little too tightly. Nuzzling onto the crook of your neck.

“Babe, let go.”

Upon further lucidity, you realised that he’s still inside you. And for fucks sake, he’s hard.

“Ugh.. y/n.”

Well, ngl his raspy morning voice is kinda (very) hot.

But no. No, no. You can’t take care of him right now. What you need is a shower. That’s right. Shower.

“I have to go shower, Donald. We’re both really nasty right now.”

Squinting open his eyes, Donald groaned, only pulling you closer. Unconsciously bucking his hips when he does so, making you gasp.

Shocked, slapped his thigh. Startling him a bit.

“Baby, why?”

“You! Let go of me, otherwise I’m banning sex for the rest of the month.”

“That’s too cruel, y/n. I didn’t even move when you passed out on my dick last night-“

“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT!!”

Donald laughed. Finally pulling himself out and picking you up with him to the bathroom.

“I can walk by myself.”

“No, you cant.”

The first fifteen minutes, he would really try to clean you and himself. But then he hadn’t really had the chance to relieve himself fully last night, right?

If you still can, he will ask you to help him with your hands. Otherwise, he’ll just do it himself and finish on top of you.

You’ll end up having to wash yourselves 2 times after that.

wolf keum / keum seongje

Wolf is rough on a normal day.

So imagine how this dude would be when he’s in pent up. For a whole month.

You were away for the entire summer to a summer school in London.

You should be thankful it’s in London, because if it’s anywhere in Korea, Wolf would kidnap you right back into his house within 2 days of you being away.

For a whole month, this mf would be an absolute nightmare for everyone around him.

He’s much more irritable and would snap at anything that breathes. Only calming down when his phone dings with a notification from you.

Today, you were supposed to return. As you told Wolf you would. You were only gonna stay for 3 weeks.

But some things came up, and you had to stay for yet another week.

When Wolf heard this, Hwangmo was ready to defend any expensive items in sight from Wolf’s rage. But was surprised when he simply pocketed his phone, eerily silent.

Not sure if it’s a good or bad thing, but he’ll take this over another broken macbook.

Wolf was smoking in his bedroom window when he heard the front door of his apartment click open.

You took your shoes off, putting all of the chocolates you bought for him in the fridge and walking into his room.

“Wolf?”

The second he sees your figure step in, Wolf immediately lost every ounce of self control he has in his body.

He immediately pulled you into a deep kiss, hands roaming all over your body. Pushing you to the bed as he sucked and bit on your neck.

“I’m done waiting.”

So that’s the story of how you end up with a personal purple haired butler who wouldn’t even let you lift a single finger.

“I’ll do it.”

“Wolf. I can do it myself, I’m just sore not sick.”

He wouldn’t say it, but he feels a tiny bit guilty when you said you couldn’t walk to the bathroom when you woke him up the next day.

Would be very clingy and cuddle you close after fulfilling every request you ask from him. (he would do it without questions)