Can I get more of your amazing fluffy fluff? 🥹 Whatever you want as long as it's Enzo (What else should it be for me, right?)
"DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT"| ENZO VOGRINCIC
Lucia's notes: Hey my dearest! Today's your lucky day! I've been meaning to write this fluffy drabble for sweet Enzo, this kinda comes from my previous fic "Make a wish my darling" and from the song "like my father" by Jax. I really really hope you enjoy this!
Pairing: Enzo Vogrincic - Reader
Content Warning: None I think, this is just fluff.
Word Count: 570.
As Enzo and you stumble through the door to your shared apartment after the party, both slightly tipsy, one too many drinks had flowed your way at Pipe’s house, your shoes already in hand, your hair up in a messy bun; you set the things on your hands down by the front door and make your way to the kitchen to grab something to drink, but before you make it too far, your boyfriend wraps his hands around your waist pulling you back into his chest, your back flushed against his front as he peppers soft kisses on your exposed shoulder whispering in your ear “Can I have this dance chiquita?”.
You turn your head slightly to look at him as he’s never one to dance,but nod smiling and turn around in his arms “No music needed?” you ask merely above a whisper as you wrap your arms around the taller man’s neck. He smiles lazily still holding you close in his arms shaking his head as he starts swaying you both side to side softly. He’s holding you so close to his own body that you start to believe you’d merge into one if that were possible, but you couldn’t care less, you love being this close to him, your head finding its perfect spot on his chest over his heart, you could listen to the rhythmic thump all day long.
You’ve been like this for what seems hours, until you hear Enzo’s voice softly whispering in your ear; “I am so lucky to have you in my life, you truly make me the happiest man on this earth, and I’d do everything and anything to see you smile every day of my life”. You feel your cheeks heat up with the soft blush, you may have been together for a few years now, but whenever this lovely man said anything this sweet to you, it was inevitable to feel the flutter in the pit of your stomach. You simply hum softly as to let him know you’re listening and keep your eyes closed, your fingers trailing up and down his arm as he continues with the musicless dancing. “You know I want to be this way our whole lives, I can’t wait to marry you, I’ll make it my life’s purpose to make you as happy as you can be, I’ll bring you flowers, or a sweet treat every day I go out, I promise to keep the dating even after we’re married”. He looks at you at the time you open your eyes to look at him.
“Did…did you just say mariage?” you whisper as you had never really talked about that seriously and smile tearing up looking into his eyes as you see him nod.
“Oh, not only that, I can’t wait to start a family with you, see you being pregnant, watch you become a mama, you’re gonna be the best at it, I can tell, hear the pitterpatter of little feet running around the house” he smiles and you just stand on your tiptoes to lock your lips on his into the most tender, loving, sweetest kiss you’ve shared this far. You know it, you know you can’t wait to spend the rest of your life with this man; here, at this very moment, dancing in the middle of your moonlit living room, you swear you could see the future painted out for you.
Lucia's notes: Due and HUGE thanks to my lovely lil sis @madame-fear who helped create these amazingly cute dividers, love you mimi!
Hi, I didn’t know if your requests were open. If they are, I wanted to ask if you could do basically what you did with your Shingen x reader “more than life” but with Nokto Klein from Ikemen Prince.
If your requests aren’t open than please let me know.
❤️❤️😂
Nokto's hand strayed to his pocket again, tracing the edge of the circle, the small crown of a diamond. Around and around, like his thoughts, chasing each other and getting nowhere.
"Don't you agree, Prince Nokto?" The Benitoite merchant was smiling, though the expression did not reach his eyes.
An awkward silence stretched between the two of them. Finally, Nokto plastered a smile on his face, a bit of self-mockery. "My apologies. Let's speak more on this later." He hurried out of the meeting without another word, or even a glance.
He didn't need to see the merchant's face to know he'd offended him. Nokto couldn't bring himself to care. There were other things on his mind. The ring felt heavy in his pocket, as if it might pull him down. His cheek still stung where it hit. Nokto raised a hand to touch the spot, as if he might erase the memory of it from his skin.
Even if he could, it would not heal the wound in his chest. The ache that haunted every waking moment since he - since she -
Jin grabbed his arm as he passed by the domestic faction office. "Is it true?" His expression was cold, his usually merry eyes distant and full of weighty judgement.
"No. Yes? I - what part?"
"You were found with a Jadean noblewoman?" Jin's words could have been knives, they dug so deep into Nokto's chest.
"No! I - she - I was getting information. Nothing else happened. Nothing!" Nokto felt heat explode through him. An anger he hadn't known he possessed. His hands curled into fists at his side.
Jin shook his head. "It's not me you want to hit. I'm not the one that betrayed a good woman."
"I - I didn't! I love -"
"Prince Nokto!" One of the servants ran up to him. "The lady you asked after, she's at a bookshop. In town. The-"
"I know which one." He turned to hurry away, determined to get to the shop before Emma could disappear on him again. "Thank you," he called over his shoulder.
Jin said nothing in reply, and neither did the servant.
The bookshop was open when he arrived. He could see Emma through the window glass, smiling as she chatted with a customer. He didn't think she'd spotted him yet.
Nokto took a deep breath. He realized his hands were shaking. This was the most important moment of his life. He had to find the words that would convince her. It was, he thought, somewhat ironic that after a lifetime of lies - personal and professional - the biggest challenge for his silver tongue was telling the truth.
He reached for the handle, but didn't catch hold of it as he was pulled back. Nokto tried to turn, but whoever had him knew what they were doing. A moment later, he found himself in the alley beside the shop, his face pressed hard against the wall.
"You promised you wouldn't make her cry."
"Rio. Please. I need to talk to her." Nokto stopped struggling and went limp in the attendant's grasp.
"She doesn't want to talk to you." Rio's tone was flat and cold. Completely different from his usual sunny disposition.
Nokto sighed. "I know. But I need to tell her . . . I'm sorry. I - I am an idiot. I let things go too far. I thought . . . I thought it wouldn't matter. And now I hurt the o-" his throat closed over the words and his chest felt tight and hot. "The only person that matters. The one person I - I can't stand to lose."
Rio said nothing for a long time. It felt like ages to the prince, held as he was. Finally, the blond's grip loosened and Nokto staggered under his own weight again, his feet fully on the ground. "I don't want to let you say anything else," Rio told him. "Not one more word. But." The blond grasped his shoulder, sky blue eyes locked on the prince's ruby gaze. "She misses you."
"She - she does?" Relief washed over him, and for a moment, he thought he might fall flat.
"You can apologize. Once." Rio's soft voice was full of unspoken threat.
Nokto nodded. "That's all I need. Just a chance to - to make this right."
Rio sighed, something dark moving behind his gaze. "I hope -" He clenched his jaw. Swallowed. "I'll have her meet you at the tea shop after it closes. You'll have privacy, and it's neutral territory. "
Nokto almost didn't hear the details. He was already imagining how the conversation might go. How to direct it, ensure the result he wanted. Calculating. Planning.
"I probably should just keep my mouth shut. But I made a promise to. To her. So." Rio frowned, his lips twisting with distaste. "My advice is to just be honest. Speak to her heart." He let go then, and walked away before Nokto could respond.
It surprised the prince that Rio would help, but he wasn't about to question it. He hurried away to make his own arrangements. Perhaps Rio was right about just being honest, but apologies always sounded better with a gift.
"There you are." Licht's voice, came from behind. "Are you looking for Emma?"
Nokto turned, surprised to see his twin in town. "So you heard too."
"Everyone has." Licht tilted his head to the side, curious. "Yves is beside himself. Leon called you a fool."
"He's right. I am."
"Chevalier said he already knew you were a clown."
Nokto sighed. "Not surprising."
"Sariel says -"
"Does anyone believe me? Nothing happened! Nothing! I love Emma. I would never let some Jadean - or anyone else - come between us. Never! I know it - it looked bad but . . ."
Licht's brow quirked up. "I believe you."
Somehow, those three words meant so much. That one person could see past the carefully cultivated facade to the man beneath. The one that loved with his whole self, unreserved, and loyal. The man Emma had found beneath all the layers of self-denial and fear.
"I think she's probably at the bookstore," Licht went on. "I saw Rio hanging out nearby and he follows her everywhere."
"Yes," Nokto nodded, a small smile at the corners of his mouth. "I'm meeting her tonight. But first, I need to find the right gift."
Licht looked puzzled for a moment, then shrugged. "I'll help."
It took the better part of the afternoon. Nokto made arrangements for a flower delivery to the tea house, her favorite pastries, an autographed copy of her favorite book he'd planned to gift her on her next birthday, and one last precious thing that already belonged to her and always would.
"Do you think it will be enough?" Nokto turned to his brother as they made the last preparations at the tea house.
Licht's mouth curved up in the ghost of a smile. "You aren't buying her. I don't think any of this will matter. She just wants to know you love her. And she wants to hear you say you are sorry and mean it."
Nokto felt his heart clench. "No more excuses then."
His brother clasped his hand and their matched gazes met. "Luck." Then Licht left him all alone.
The sun set and the night lamps were lit. Evening stalls went up outside, and the taverns nearby got busy. Nokto waited, surrounded by the suffocating sweetness of the amassed roses and bakery delights.
"Nokto?" The door opened, and she took a step inside. Emma looked, if anything, like a deer alert to the hunter. Ready to run at the first sign of danger. Her eyes were wide and damp, and still red at the edges from crying. They landed on Nokto and flitted away, taking in the tray of goodies and the artful arrangements of flowers.
"Emma." He stood, his hands hanging awkwardly at his sides. He ached to take her in his arms. To hold her. To kiss her.
She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. "Rio told me you wanted to talk?" Her gaze dropped to the floor. "I feel like I already said what I needed to. And you did as well. You're a prince. You have a job to do. Can't help it, right?"
There was a bitterness to the words. A sharpness so unlike her. Nokto felt a fresh prick of guilt. He'd gifted her that. Given her a poisonous wound. "Emma, I -"
"I already gave you back your ring. What do you want? Is there something else I need to do to break up with a prince?" Her breath came in shallow drafts. Her voice shook.
"N-no. Emma. Please." Nokto's voice broke and before he could think about it, he'd crossed the distance between them. He sank to his knees and bowed his head. "I am sorry. It was wrong. I was wrong." He felt the sting of a tear as it broke free of his lashes and burned a trail down his cheek.
"There was no excuse. No reason. I . . . I should never have let myself get into that position." Nokto felt himself choke on the words, terrified it wouldn't be enough. That this was the end. "I didn't touch her. That woman. I couldn't. But it looked . . . I know how it looked. And you deserve better."
There was no sound for several heartbeats, only his rasping breath as he struggled with himself. Then he felt her hand on his head. Her gentle fingers tangling in his hair. Smoothing it, mussing it.
"It hurt so much," she said finally. "Just seeing you so close to - to her. Smiling. Flirting. My heart -" She took a ragged breath. "I can't be with you if that's your work. I can't. I know you have a duty, and I won't stand in the way of that. Your network. Your contacts. But -"
"Emma. I won't do that again. I promise. I . . . I don't need to. I never did. It was just fun. A game. And then habit and I - I let myself fall into the person I used to be. I thought - I don't know. I guess, that it would be amusing. That it would be easy but -"
He paused, feeling ill at the memory. "It was awful. Faking interest. Leading her on. A horrible game. But the worst was seeing your face and knowing I'd hurt you." Nokto knew he was babbling, but the words poured from his mouth, unstoppable now.
"I knew I could never make it up to you. That you would never trust me again." His throat hurt as he brought the words up from his chest. "It hurt so much. Knowing I lost you. But I can't give you up. I can't stop loving you, even if I know I don't deserve to be loved by someone like you."
"Oh." A tiny, hurt gasp. "Nokto." She took his cheeks in her hands and turned his face toward her. "You deserve love. I love you. I haven't stopped loving you, even though it tears my heart to pieces."
He looked up at her tear-streaked face. "Please give me another chance, Emma."
She bit her lip, her expression conflicted. "I want to. But . . . I need you to be mine. I know it's selfish but . . . I just . . ."
"I am yours. Only yours." He stood, taking her hands. "These are the only hands I want to touch me."
"I -" She leaned in, her breath warm against his cheek. "I want these lips all to myself." Emma kissed him, her teeth grazing his lower lip, biting gently. Her hands pulled from his grasp as he was too stunned to do more than let out a soft groan.
"These arms are mine." She ran her fingertips up his forearm, all the way to this shoulders. "And this is for my head to rest on." Her hands stroked gently down his chest and belly. They settled at his hips, tugging lightly at his belt. "These are mine too. For . . . other things . . ." Her cheeks turned hot, but her gaze was fierce.
Nokto laughed softly, his heart brimming with love and desire. "Done. Negotiated. You can take everything. All of me. It's worthless without you." He pulled the ring from his pocket and held it out. "Would you be mine again? If you can't answer now, I'll just keep asking. Every day until you say yes."
She gave him a smile, the first since that dreadful scene. "You drive a hard bargain, Master diplomat."
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes." She laughed as he slipped the ring back onto her finger.
"Now you're even more beautiful." Nokto kissed her. It wasn't an artful kiss, nor skillfull. Instead it was a kiss of passion and longing and hurts still felt even as they were healing. It was hope and a promise, too.
When he broke the kiss, she cupped his cheek in her hand. "Are you going to take me home, now, my prince charming?"
"I don't think so," he grinned. "Your old house is closer and I'd rather not wait. I want to love you. And make love to you. Unless . . . there's always the carriage?"
She smacked his arm, trying to hide a laugh. "You are terrible."
"So are you. Or are you going to tell me you want to wait?"
Emma's gaze was warm and sweet and sensual as she curled an arm around his neck. "I have my house key in my left pocket."
unfortunately, if i see someone's obsession enough times i get Curious(TM) and now the fuckin. yellow dickhead frog is becoming a blorbo while im still fully confused about the show. its the autism and the transness of it all. also the bastardism. i love them. i want to dribble her like a basketball. if i start ti incorporate more snickering in my daily vocab, its his fault. Thank you (i guess??) and also per chance where can one watch keroro pls cuz so far ive only found eps on youtube?
Hahaha one of us
COUGHS I MEAN
I am so glad to help you get more into this show! It is... it's certainly a show, is what it is. :D
All the episodes plus all five movies are available on 9anime (the movies are under the name Sergeant Keroro); the bar at the side lets you choose the subtitled versions of the episodes only (which I do recommend over the dub, as wild as the dub is) and access episodes past 100.
Also you chose an amazing blorbo; Kururu is one of my favorite three characters alongside Dororo and Saburo! If you want the episodes that have a heavy Kururu focus/really good Kururu moments, I can make a list really soon of episodes that I highly recommend for the character :D
did you change your pfp???? like add a white border or is tumblr freaking out
I changed it for pride month, it is supposed to be the flag which is like 'i have no clue what i am but queer' sorta thing. It doesn't show the best, though.
That might be better to see? I don't know.
I did the same with my discord profile but with the normal rainbow flag.
Pfff easy, Johnny! Johnny has been my fav since day one. I genuinely have always liked Johnny for some reason, I can't actually put a finger on what exactly drew me into liking him, I just do. Maybe it's because I like his asshole personality? Because he's ignorantly stupid? Who knows.
I do like Daniel don't get me wrong, but it took me years to actually start fully liking his character overall. I had to watch kk3 like 5 times to actually start liking him. When I first got into Kk I couldn't stand him for some reason. I kinda thought he was whiny?😐 But then I grew up and magically got taste✨ and realized I kinda liked whiny, cocky men.😈
My favorite will always be Johnny, but I will never knock some good old Daniel LaRusso baby~
I'd really like to know what 'This Never Happened' is about 😅 like which characters is it about? But only if you're comfortable talking about! 😊
Thank you for the ask! I guess I was kind asking for it, with a title like that, lol. This was an experiment in Gray x Cliff shipping and intimate scenes using their characterizations I used in The Shy Newcomer. I found that their personalities go really well together and there's potential for a cute story about them. I didn't really have a huge plot for this one, but it was more of an exercise in seeing their chemistry and discovery of characters realizing they're attracted to more than one gender.
The scenes probably won't be used anywhere, but it was fun to write, and the chemistry could potentially be repurposed.
T-rated snippet under the cut!
He drew his hand up his torso, feeling the lean muscles of his abs and pectorals before resting on his shoulder. His body wasn't soft like any of his old girlfriends', but...
Cliff stirred, his eyes snapping open at the contact, but he relaxed a bit and let out a soft sigh as he pulled him into a hug.
This is different... Nice, though.
He leaned in, his eyes flicking back toward Cliff's lips.
Okay... so I've prolly thought on the topic of style/color of under garments these men wear, more than would be deemed appropriate... or healthy XD
I would love to say... and hope that my fav man would wear something more "basic." Something white or black. Classic and not too flashy.
However..... as I see often this man's fashion sense being torn down daily (and for good reason) I would not be surprised to have something like these hiding under his clothes. 😂
