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luveline · 6 months

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Hi! I remember a while ago you said zombie!au Steve might have a hobby of drawing? Would love to see some of that maybe w r as his muse:D

steve zombie!au fem. 1k

You return to the camp with your new best friend at your side. In matching coats, no less.

"Christ," Steve says, shaking his head in disgust.

He loves —loves— that you have a friend, someone who might care about you just as much as he does. You deserve to be loved, and cherished, and known for your worth. You're a human vestibule of sweetness and God knows it wasn't going to be long before someone else noticed.

But matching coats? "Alright, where's mine?" he asks.

"Didn't have your size, handsome," Eddie says, giving you a quick and purely amicable hug. "See you later."

He scampers off to who knows where and you sit down. You don't hide your happy smile, and Steve's glad for it even if it does make him jealous. "He's so nice," you say.

"No, he's not."

"He is. He's almost as nice as you. And he helped me find you something."

"After he outfitted my girlfriend in a couple's costume. I'm surprised he had the energy."

"You're so jealous," you say, your happy smile growing in size with the seconds.

"I'm actually making myself feel sick."

"I can wear a different coat if it–"

"Shut up! As long as you like me better, wear what you want." He shakes off his petty jealousy and takes your hand. For once, he's sitting on a towel rather than just grass or dirt, but his efforts to avoid extensive grass stainage mean nothing when your muddy shoe brushes his leg. "Nice. Thanks."

"Sorry, sorry," you murmur, swinging your backpack off of your shoulder and sighing as you bend into yourself. "Jeez, my back hurts." You breathe out, a low moan of sound that drags. He can feel your pain. (He can't, but he figures that he loves you so much you're now connected spiritually to one another.) "How come I keep going on these expeditions and you keep staying home?"

"I'm good with the kids."

"Mm. Maybe you'll come on the next one anyways? I miss you when I'm gone."

"I miss you too," he says. "More, I'd say."

You giggle. "Whatever, you always have to be better than me. Shut up! Shut up, I'm trying to give you the things I found for you."

Steve draws a zipper closed over his lips and flicks away the key. You get into these moods with each other sometimes, perhaps from having spent as much time together as you have, where a faked aggression rises between you. It's almost like you would've spoken at the start of the end of the world, when it was him and you alone, and Steve wasn't in the best of moods. The play fighting soon dies down as you open your bag; receiving gifts is always a pleasure.

"First, underwear."

"Thank you," he says, accepting the eight pack of boxers you offer like a man who's crawled the Sahara being given a glass of water. "So much."

"You're welcome. Socks, a shirt, a new belt, a brace for your knee." You dump it on the towel next to him one by one. Your bag must've been heavy carrying all this, and it keeps going. You've brought him soap, hair elastics, razor blades, chapstick. The community you belong to is heavy on sharing, but you're free to bring home whatever you like so long as you're willing to carry it unaided once you've contributed to the food drive. You've clearly crammed your bag full of stuff for him, unveiling only underwear and socks for yourself.

"You couldn't find any toothpaste?" he asks.

You toss a pack of cigarettes at him without force. "Sadly, no. But I think Robin can get us some with those, right?"

"I wanna smoke these so bad."

You laugh and shake your head, fondly disapproving. "You don't! We can just kiss more, alleviate your cravings."

"Weirdo."

You lean forward, putting your cold hand on his cheek to leverage him closer. "You knew this when you met me," you say, kissing his cheek.

Steve's good on the cravings front after that. He swears that when things are at their worst a kiss from you could keep him going. Your lips can ease the ache of an empty stomach and the shattering heat of his ever-sprained knee.

You pull away gently like you're worried you'll hurt him in your detangling. Honestly, you might. Steve imagines you leaving sometimes like his arm being torn off.

You reach back into the back for a parcel wrapped in a shirt for protection. The pencils and sketchbook you got Steve are long gone, lost with the rest of your possessions in the middle of a college campus on the Michigan border. Finding things like that is hard, and it hasn't been on Steve's mind.

Apparently, it's been on yours.

"These are nice ones, right? The pencils?" you ask, having unwrapped your parcel, a soft backed sketchbook and a small metal case of pencils in hand. "There's only twelve, but I even found a sharpener so you won't have to do it with your knife. Sorry there's no black, I know you like the darker details."

Steve flicks through the sketchbook without thinking, every page blank. It isn't very big either, but it's perfect for purpose.

He sets it aside with the pencils near all your new things and gets on his knees, tugging you in for a hug. "Thank you," he says, and he's said thank you a hundred times to you, but this one feels awkward, clumsy in his mouth.

"You're welcome. Just promise you'll draw me again."

"You're the only thing I want to draw." He kisses your cheek in emphasis. "You're the most beautiful thing everywhere we go."

"That's such a line," you say, sounding melted.

Easy, he thinks, turning your face to his for a kiss. Soft, as sweet as he can manage. With you, kisses start soft and end too rough, he can't help it. He remembers you're there and his to kiss and it drives him crazy.

It's a little easier to stop today. Steve is genuinely eager to draw again, and in a week or two there won't be a page in his book without your likeness, his muse.

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deeseelovez · 6 months

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dirty secret

ghostface!regulus black x reader

muggle!au and they are adults with jobs but let's pretend they are on holiday or something.

warnings: smut. sex. I will update it as I go down. dom! regulus and sub! reader. pre-existing consent, dirty talk on the phone, stalking, 'breaking in', knife play (it's fake), degradation and praise, a lil ass play, some spanking, over-stimulation, face-fucking, hair-yanking, reading links his body, face-sitting, and I think man-handling? squiriting.

(just as a pre-thing so I can get right into it, Regulus and the reader talked about her obsession and kink about being stalked and hunted by the killer, Ghostface; he is surprised but is willing to try anything. He refers to the reader as 'boyfriend', it's regulus, but idk thought it was hot.)

This might be the worst or best thing I've ever written.

4.1k words

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The summer nights slowly turned into autumn breeze. I always liked having the door open, and the screen door closed when the autumn weather started in London.

It's a cloudy evening, but it still felt good enough to have the door open, I sat in my living room sipping on a cup of tea in my loungewear.

When the phone rang, I picked up the white home phone and held up to my ear.

"Black Residents," I say into the phone.

"Who is this?" A dark voice said over the phone, I don't recognize.

"Uh, who are you? You're the one who called me." I say into the phone, "No one there?" I say into the phone slamming onto the stand for it and not even a full minute later, it rings again.

"Hello?" I say again into the phone and I heard deep breathing.

"Guess I dialed the wrong number," The voice says with a breathy chuckle.

"So, why did you do it again," I say.

"To apologize of course,"

"Well, you're forgiven." I say to the disembodied voice, I go to hang up again, but I hear a sharp, "Wait!"

"Yes?"

"I want to talk to you," Says the deep voice; I could feel a shiver of interest go down my spine, "Don't you wanna talk to me?"

"I don't know who you are?"

"Is this too scary for you, talking to a stranger?" The stranger asks.

"I'm not scared," I say.

"I'd really like to get to know you." He says to me, but there is change in his voice, "When do you think your boufriend will be back."

"Who says I have a boyfriend?'

"Well, I've been watching your house for at least a day and a half and he hasn't been back."

"W-what?" I felt my chest heaving.

"Don't be scared, pretty thing." I could feel fear and pleasure both making themselves down my body, "I don't want to harm you, just want to talk, you look out breath, princess. How about you take a few deep brea-"

But out of instinct, I slam the phone down and get up to close the front door and lock it.

The ringing started again, it felt louder this time more ominous. It filled the whole house, I walk over to the phone.

"You listen to me, you slut; if you hang up this phone again, I will cut you come clit to brain" He groans into the phone, and I sit down on the coach, "Are you scared, now?"

"M-maybe?"

"I can see you shaking, sweetheart. Don't worry; I want to play a little game with you. Do you like games?"

I swaollowed the lump in my throat, "Yes,"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir." I squicked out

"Good girl," He says into the phone, another deep breath, "God, I can practically smell your cunt from here. Are you dripping right now? Do you like being scared?"

"Yes, sir," I say, I stand up, putting the phone between my shoulder and chin to keep held upright,

"If you get these questions right, I'll let you touch yourself. Or maybe I'll have to give you a special gift. " I stood in front of my coach, in front of my back door, that is still wide open. I slowly take off my sweatpants.

"Oh, you're not wearing any panties." He says, and I turn around spanking my own ass as I pull the rest of my sweatpants off.

"I have the perfect view of your pretty pussy," He says, "I want you to sit on your couch with your feet up and knees spread, showing me how wet you are."

I did as he told me to do, I can't say no to a man on the phone watching me, I dipped my finger into my pussy.

"No!" He screamed, "Not until I tell you can, unless you want me to come in there, and cut that pretty finger off."

"What's the name of the girl who gets killed first in Scream?"

"Casey Becker,"

"That's my good whore," He says.

"Can I touch myself now?" I ask and he laughs.

"You have to answer all the of them silly girl," He says, but I could feel myself growing more needy as he talks into the phone.

"Okay, please," I whine into the phone.

"I can't believe this wet for a stranger on the phone, so pathetic, if you're pussy wasn't so pretty, I'd have to gut you for being so pathetic." He laughs into the phone as I let out another whine, "Tell me, what line did Jack Nicholson improve in The Shining."

"Here's Johnny," I say into the phoen breathlessly,

"Good, just one more question, and you get a special reward."

"What's the next question,"

"Sometimes, getting ahead of themselves, don't you think so, Angel?" The nickname made me moan into the phone.

"Please," Is all the words coming out of my mouth and he asked the last question, but I didn't even hear them, I was too focused on the pleasure.

"10," He started to count down, for me to answer the question.

"Wh-what was the question?" I asked again,

"Should have listened the first time; see you soon," The line disconnected, and I heard rustling outside, I heard the porch door swing open, and I close my knees together and sit up.

"Hey, there," Says the dark voice from the phone, and I nearly let out a scream, "Sh, don't scream, pretty thing." I could see the glimmer of the metal knife in his gloved hand, the plastic of his mask reflecting on the Halloween lights me and my boyfriend had put up, "Who told you you could move?" He asked me; he threw up the screen door and slammed the main door closed.

"Get up, now." I did as he told.

"Pretty fucking girl," He growls from underneath his mask, "You're perfect." He says, he lifts up the steel knife, and my eyes go down to it, "Do you know what this is?"

"A dagger," I replied, looking up at him, I wanted nothing more than Ghostface to manhandle me, to fuck me from behind, to put the knife against me.

He lifted up the knife and put it against my pudgy stomach, "You're smart girl, you know if I wanted," He moved the cold steel a little rougher against me, "I could get you right now and leave before your little boyfriend gets back, or maybe I'll hide in the closet for him and gut him too." I whimper and move ever slightly against the knife, and I feel the knife cut into my skin just a little, the sting making me moan.

"Oh, look at that." He lifts up the knife to his mask, and he takes off it off just enough to expose his mouth and he licks it over the dagger, and if I wasn't wet before I definitely am now, "God, you're so pathetic."

Tears are streaming done my face as he moves the knife around my boob, the cold steel pressing against my nipples, "You're a slut, getting so wet from a stranger who broke into your home. God, pathetic whores make me so horny. Do you want feel my cock?"

"Mhm," I say, looking up and nodding my head, and I moan as the knife rubs against my nipple,

"Be quiet," He warns; he grabs my hand and puts my hand on his rock-hard cock, "You know, I've been watching you for a while," He says, whispering into my ear, "I know how your boyfriend fucks you. I know he's too soft for you," His gloved hands are now twisting my nipples, the knife thrown on the coffee table with a large crash, "You want someone to be rough with you? Does he even make you cum? Be honest." My eyes are down looking at his hands, but they quickly move up, grabbing a hold of my hair and making him look at him.

"I asked you a question, Y/n."

"No, he doesn't." He makes a tsk tsk noise.

"Pretty girls deserved to cum; they deserved to be fucked how they want." I let out a moan and I could hear a chuckle.

"God, I love pinching your nipples. You've got such big titties." He says,

"Thank you,"

"Do you like a stranger playing with your nipples, whore?"

"Yes, Mister. Ghostface." I said, and I could feel the twitch in his cock at the name.

"Oh, fuck." He moaned, trying to hold back, taking a deep breath, and that's when he pushed his fingers inside my pussy, and I moaned loudly, "Shhh, you don't want the neightbors to hear do you? God, you're so fucking wet,"

"For you," I say.

"Shut the fuck up, whore. You don't get to talk, or I'll get my knife out." He turns me around, and he shoves his leathered fingers inside of me again, his rough thumb dragging circles.

"Keep quiet, little girl. You don't want the neighbors to tell your boyfriend about your stranger, do ya?:

I leaned forward against the sofa, "Answer me," He said, his hand coming off her clit, the soft fabric of his cloak against my bare back, his rough gloved hand going to my throat.

"No, I don't, Sir." His hand squeeze my throat, his breath againest my ear.

"Good fucking girl," He quickly moved away from my body, and his hand slapped my ass, "God, I love your ass. It's fucking perfect." I felt his hands go down my back to caress my ass; I felt teeth and salvia on my ass cheek. His hands spread my cheeks exposing myself to him.

"God, damn." I felt warm liquid hit my asshole and go to my clit, "I've been watching you for a week," He says, I hear the ripping off the Valco of his gloves, and I feel his thumb circle my asshole, and it goes down my vagina, "I've been dreaming about this sweet ass, jerking off to you from your window," His bare slender fingers are inside of my now while his still gloved still rubs my clit, a harsh breath comes in, "I saw you last night, you dirty girl, I watched you dip your fingers in this sweet pussy, you left the curtains open. Did you want me to see? Could you feel my eyes watching you? I could see you twist your pretty, perky nipples, biting those perfect lips of yours; I saw your eyes roll back in your head when you were cumming." I whined, letting out a whisper of 'please,' "I wonder what your pretty pussy tastes, but it feels amazing wrapped around my bare fingers. so, tight,"

"Your fingers feel so good," I moan out, I push my body agaienst his fingers wanting him to faster than his painfully slow pace.

"Hold still," He says to me, and he pushed his fingers deep inside me making a scissor movement, and I let out a loud moan.

"God, your moans are even better than I imagined. But remember, baby, you got to be quiet." I moaned, as his his finger on my clit went down harder and I let out a whine.

"Please, please, please." She says.

"What do you want? Tell me? Use your words, you pretty thing."

"Want-want to cum. Please, I'm so close. God, please, sir. Please." There's a low laugh; he pumps his fingers in faster and his thumb went around my clit in a delicate circle that felt delicious.

"cum on my fingers, pretty thing. I want to taste your cum on my fingers. Be my good girl."

"Yes, Mister. Ghostface. Yes, sir." With those words streaming out of my mouth, I felt the cord snap and the orgasm rolled over me, and I let out a low moan, shoving my face into the couch cushions.

I felt him put his hands around my waist and pull me to my knees in front of him, I watched as he pulled the mask just above his chin to expose his mouth, he pulls his fingers into his mouth sucks on them.

"You taste so fucking good," He says, I watch him lick his lips, I put my hand to his dick; it was hard as a rock inside of pants under his cloak.

"Someone is being needy," He says with a low chuckle; he takes his hands and rips the cloak off his body to reveal his pale skin, his happy trail on his stomach leading down to his v-line; I wanted to run my tongue down his lengthy body.

"You're drooling," Ghostface laughs as he rubs his thumb on my lip, and he grabs under my arms, lifting me up, his mask still pulled up enough for his lips to be out and he pulls me forward, yanking my head back, with a fistful of my hair, and I yelp as he sticks his tongue in my mouth, kissing me passionately.

"What do you want, baby?" He says, pulling away from me.

"I want to kiss and lick your body," I say with a blush, feeling dirty for saying this about a man I didn't even know.

"Don't get embarrassed now, doll." With a smirk on his pretty pink lips, he says, "Your body belongs to me, now and mine belongs to yours. Do what you like, dirty girl."

I kiss his lips again, my hands going around his torso, my clit still burning from pleasure from my orgasm but it's begging for another one.

"Don't forget who's in charge here," He says, his hands hard on jaw.

"You're in charge," I say, my eyes staring up into the black open spaces where his eyes are behind the permanent screaming mask. I go to his neck, place an open-mouth kiss on his neck, suck harshly, and I hear the low groan that comes out, his fingers kneading my asscheeks. As I went to his chest, leaving hickeys on his pecks and on his soft stomach. I go on my knees, I lick his v-line, lick on the belt holding up his dark jeans, and I let my hand move against his hard cock that is straining his jeans.

"May I?" I say looking up, my hand still going over the outline.

"Good girl, asking for permission first. Go on," He says, and I fumble with the belt, loosening and undoing it, and I pull down his jeans and his plaid boxers and his cock springing out.

He had such a pretty cock; the tip was as pink as his lips and he had a long vein twisting around it.

“Don’t be afraid, baby. It’s just a cock,” He says, he grabs my hair signally for me to suck, but I just pull my tongue out and drag it along the vein, I go to the tip and I lick around it, and I wrap my lips around the tip, and that’s when he thrusts inside my mouth hitting the back of my throat.

“God damn,” He moans out, and he holds my face now, and I look up at him and he thrusts himself inside my mouth again, and again, “Your mouth feels so good but I wonder what your pussy feels like,”

And he drags his cock out of me, steps out of his pants and he pulls up and throws me against the coach with my ass up, and he slams his hand down again.

“Don’t look back here,” He says and I do as he says and I just arch my back and this time, I feel his mouth against my pussy, and I see his mask on the floor but I don’t dare look at him scared that his tongue would stop and this slice of heaven I was in would stop.

His tongue goes in and out out of my tight hole, suddenly he stops, and she could feel his tongue going inside and out of her asshole, his fingers going to work still on her pussy, and the only sound in the room is the sound of my whines, thanking him for his tongue, and the slurps and sounds of my wet pussy.

His mouth went back to my tongue, “God, I need you to ride my face.” He put his hands on my hips, “Close your eyes,” He said and I did as he said, and I heard rustling, and I felt me moving. I opened my eyes, and I saw his cock standing up proud and tall as I sat on his face.

My clit on his strong chin, “ Move your hips, baby. Ride my face, like you’re going to ride my cock.”

“I want you inside of me,” I whine wanting nothing more than his cock inside of me but he shakes his head.

“Cum on my face, and then I’ll give you my cock.” He said and I did as he said, I bucked my hips across his face. His tongue entered my pussy as I rock harder against his face, I wanted to yank on his hair. I couldn’t see what color it was but I imagined it dark with curls falling down on his face.

God, I wanted to see his whole face. I wanted to see the killer I was currently riding on. I wanted to see more just his strong chin, his plump lips, I wanted to know this stranger.

I felt his hands on my hips pushing me down father onto his face that was hovering over.

“Are you close?” He hummed which made me let out a hiss of pleasure and I nodded.

“Yes.” I reply, and that’s when I felt a harsh suck to my clit made me recoil, but his hips keeping down, and his tongue going in and out of my hole and it switches between sucking and licking, and that’s when I felt a fiery release, my second orgasm hit me and I moaned loudly but that;s what earned me a harsh slap on my ass.

“You’re going to leave a mark,” I warned him.

“Too fucking bad. I want you to keep me like a dirty secret.” He moves me off me and grabs his mask repositioning on his face and turns me to him, we were both now completely bare, naked with each other beside the mask covering his identity, “I want you to have to hide your body because of how ashamed you are of fucking a killer, because you fucked a stranger over your boyfriend.” His hands went down my body, his cock making contact with my thigh as his.

His hands went to my shoulders, his index and pointer finger smooth across my skin leaving a lane of fire on me as he went down, I could feel the ache of my clit but I didn’t care, I wanted him inside of me, I wanted to feel him, and I wanted to be consumed with just him.

“Can I ride your cock now?” I ask again looking up into the darkness where his eyes were, and he nods.

And he gets up on the coach, and he pulls me up there with me, his knife in his hand, “Get on with it,” He says, almost with a bored tone and I pout as I climb on his lap.

“Look more happy baby, you get what you want now, right? My cock.” He says, he puts the cold blade to my throat as I sit on him, I could feel my pussy stretch to the size of his cock, and I bottomed out, my pussy is slick from my two previous orgasm and the burn of my clit between my legs.

“Move,” He says, the knife to my throat as I start to move up and down on his cock, his other hand went to my hip helping me with my movements, the knife only made me more wet, the danger of it all, in one moment he could slice my throat.

I try to go faster but he didn’t let me, only letting me move at agonist pace, and I could feel his cock squirm inside of me and the low groans he tried to keep in were seeping out of his mask.

“God, you feel good, mister. Ghostface.” I say, I put my hand on his shoulder, and I could feel his hair against my fingers and I wanted to grab a fistful, and yank on it as I rode him, but he moved the knife closer to my throat.

“Fuck me like it’s the last think you’ll do,” He says in a nearly threatening tone, and he moves his hand from my waist, and I put my other hand on his shoulders and I lift myself off his cock and slam myself back on it, and I did it again, and then I thrust myself on his cock, and I could hear his moans.

“God fucking-” He hisses, and that’s when he grabs a fistful of my hair, and my motions comes to a stop and now his hips were the ones going up and down, he held my waist with other hands, and I could feel his cock go up an down inside of me, his balls slapping against my ass, I thrust my hips as he fucks me this way, and I stick my hand in between playing with my clit.

I could feel the pain of another orgasm coming, “I’m gonna cum.” I warn him and he shrugs.

“Do it,” were his only words and that’s the only thing I needed and I came, collapsing on top of him. My record was three, anymore and I becoming a braindead fuck doll as my boyfriend call me.

“Come on, I know you got at least two more in you, doll.” His voice darkened at the nickname like he knew what I was thinking and I heard his chuckle, “Come on, you’re not stupid.” He says, and I felt his lips move against my head through the mask, such an odd feeling of the fabric on my bare skin.

His cock started thrusting inside of me, “Get on your back, you stupid slut.” He said and I did as he told, limping over onto my back, and that’s when he pulled me to the edge of the coach, spreading my legs apart, and putting his cock inside of me, his hand went out my nipples, playing and twisting with them.

I just let my moans out, letting the whispers of please, and felt good just mumbling and not even being able to form a sentence, just letting myself come to the pleasure of the cock of the Mister. Ghostface in front of me. I put my hand out and started to play with his balls.

“You’re such a dumb slut, just want my cum, don’t you.”

“Yes, please.” I say with a nodd.

“You know what I want?” I look up at him.

“I want you to cum two more times,” And I nodd.

“Tell me what you want,” He asks me and I grab his hand that is on one of my legs and move in between my legs and I moan as he starts to play with my clit, and he shoves his cock inside of me even harder.

“Faster,” I ask and he moves quickly inside and out of me, thrusting harder, and I feel the pain in my stomach, and I wrap my legs around his waist to push him closer to me and I moan loudly.

I felt a slap to my nipple, and a pinch of my clit, and a few sluts and I came again with no warning, but that’s when I felt like everywhere he was touching me was on fire.

He slapped my nipple again and twisted it, and I let out out moan and I could feel another orgasm bubbling inside of me as his thrusts became sloppy and his breathing became deeping and his moans come right after the other.

“I’m going to cum. Where do you want the cum?”

“Inside of me, please. Please, cum inside me.”

“I can do that, baby. Cum with me please?” He asks and I nodd, and I let out go, and everything felt it was escaping from inside me and it felt wet, the coach felt wet under my ass, and I could see water droplets on his body.

“Did I pee?” I ask and he shakes his head, pulling his face underneath the mask showing the beautiful face of Regulus Black.

“You're squirting,” He goes down and licks up the moisture on my thighs, “God, it tastes so good.”

“You did so good, baby,” I tell him, my hands going to his curls.

“It was very hot I have to admit, don;t think you’ve been that wet before.” He winks.

“Let’s go take a bath?” I ask and he nods, wrapping an arm around me and he takes me to the bathroom.

#regulus black #regulus black smut #regulus black x reader #regulus black x plus size reader #marauders era #ghostface #marauders fandom

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lowkeyremi · 7 months

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His birthday k. bokuto

Remi's note: Happy birthday to my favorite owl, ily (also i wrote the sky-diving thing based on my own experience)

CW: established relationship, fluff, kinda rushed

"WOOHOO!" He screams, and you startle awake.

"W-what? Ko baby what's up?" You ask sleepily. You open your eyes, they're bleary and you're trying to comprehend what's going on right now.

"Honey get up! It's my birthday! Let's go celebrate!!" Bokuto spouts all at once. You'd think after a certain age people wouldn't care too much about their birthdays. Your husband proves you wrong because he is twenty-eight, and still excited like a two year old going to chuck-e-cheese for their birthday.

"Slow your roll, I still need to get up. I also need caffeine." You mumble. Those golden eyes watch as you sit up and blink slowly to adjust to the morning.

"Don't worry, sweetness! I already made you some (coffee or tea)!" He exclaims with a cup in his hand. How did that get there? You could have sworn that wasn't in his hand a few seconds ago.

When he hands you the mug you take a nice long sip with a loud exhale at the end. "Thanks, Ko."

"Mhm, what're you feeling today? I have a couple outfits picked out for ya!" He points to the dress where sure enough, there are three or four outfits laid out.

"Where are we going? You seem to wanna get a move on." The one thing that you never understood was why Bokuto wanted to spoil you on his birthday. He always takes you places and buys you stuff. He says 'seeing you happy makes me happy, and that's all I want for my birthday.'

Every year he tells you not to get him anything besides your love. Which is cheesy. You got him something.

This actually took a long time to plan because you had to think of something he wouldn't expect. Kuroo played a role in your surprise gift.

"Yeah I do. We're driving two hours today. The sooner we get there the better." You look at him in disbelief.

"Kotaro Bokuto." You say sternly.

"I promise this time it's gonna be something I wanna do." That's what he's said in the past and it was never true.

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He watched you go through you're daily routine, smiling at every little thing. He was over excited about helping you with little things like slipping your shoes on or setting the timer so your makeup could dry.

You guys where ready to go around nine am. Bokuto stopped by his favorite restaurant to get breakfast to go for the ride.

"These burritos never fail!!" He exaggerates with a loud moan as he takes another huge bite.

"You are a piece of work." You sigh with a smile taking a bite out of your own burrito.

Throughout the ride Bokuto plays songs you used to listen to when he first met you. He purposely sung off key just to piss you off make you laugh.

He wanted to play road-trip games but you had to remind him countless times that he was DRIVING so he can't play road-trip games.

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You really had no clue where he'd brought you. The place looked empty based on the amount of cars present in the parking lot. Before you can even process it, he opens your car door, "Come on honey, don't wanna be late."

Your hands are intertwined and he guides you into a small white building.

"I brought you to an indoor sky-diving place because I'm too scared to actually sky-dive, yet." He explains, a grin crosses your face when he mentions real sky-diving.

"Let's do it then!" You say excitedly.

Bokuto checks you two in for your reservation. The instructor takes you two back to a little room to teach you the basics of indoor sky-diving. She says it's similar to outdoor sky-diving. She shows you the three hand signals you'll need to know so the operate can know how you're feeling.

Once you two have grasped the concept so she brings you to the sky-diving area. Bokuto goes first, he looks so cute and funny swinging his legs all around in the glass cylinder trying to remember what the woman had taught him.

"Baby look! I'm flying!" He yells trying to flap like a bird, which messes up his flow and causes him to bump into the glass wall. Your giggle goes unnoticed as he exists the glass when the air stops flowing.

"Mrs. Bokuto, you're up!" The operator yells. After checking your helmet once more you're stepping into the cylinder.

Over all the experience was quite fun and you got some good pictures of your husband being silly.

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When you arrived home, you put your hand over Bokuto's eyes in order to keep him from looking.

You motion to Kuroo who is already in you're house looking at you waiting for the signal.

"Okay Ko, open them up!" He opens his eyes and you remove your hand. Standing round your kitchen table is Tsukki, Kuroo, Akaashi, Kenma, Atsumu, Hinata, and surprisingly Sakusa.

"Happy birthday!!" They all say in unison.

"I wanted you to celebrate with your friends, so outside I set up the net so you guys can play a few rounds of volleyball." You say meekly with a huge smile plastered on your face.

"Babyyyyyy." Bokuto drags out with a smile.

"Thank you so much! Come on guys! Let's go play some volleyball before it gets super late!" Bokuto kisses you. When he detaches his lips from you, he grabs your arm and drags you out to come play volleyball with all his friends.

#bokuto hcs #kotaro bokuto #bokuto #bokuto kotaro #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou #hq bokuto #kotaro bokuto x reader #bokuto x fem!reader #bokuto kotaro x reader #kotaro x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #bokuto koutaro x reader

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cringemesstickles · 4 months

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Spencer Reid’s Big Secret

(Squealing Santa 2023)

Summary: Spencer Reid has a secret, and Morgan wants to know what it is.

Pairing: Moreid (Morgan/Reid)

Word count: 1,555

A/N: Merry Christmas y’all! This is my squealing Santa gift to @gaybananabread !! :D

I combined two of the prompts bc they were both too cute and I couldn’t decide :’)

I had a lotta fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it!

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The BAU headquarters was quieter than usual, a calm before the storm of another case. In a corner of the room, Dr. Spencer Reid sat, his attention buried in a pile of books and papers.

Now, Spencer Reid was incredibly clever… there was no about it.

However, he was never very good at concealing the fact that he was hiding something. You’d think that in his line of work it would be quite the opposite, but most of the time, that just isn’t the case.

Whenever he was hiding something, he would act even more awkward than usual.

Derek Morgan, ever so observant, caught this look and couldn’t resist the urge to investigate.

“Alright, pretty boy, spill it.” Morgan abruptly confronted, palms slammed on the table as if he were conducting a real interrogation, startling the young detective.

Reid looked up with surprise before he put on a mask of innocence. “Spill what?”

“Don’t play dumb. You’re hiding something, and I wanna know what it is!”

The younger averted his eyes and Morgan swore that he saw a faint blush on his cheeks.

“What would give you that idea? I’m not hiding anything…”

Morgan wasn’t buying it. He moved closer, a playful yet determined look on his face as he circled around behind Reid.

“Alright… if you won’t talk, I have other methods.”

With that, he quickly spun the chair around to make Reid face him before making a beeline for the detective’s vulnerable sides, digging into the sensitive flesh.

Taken off guard by the sudden tickling ambush, Reid lets out a surprised yelp before loud, unrestrained laughter tumbled from his lips.

“Hey! W-What are you dohohohoing?!”

The older man gave a sly grin.

He was definitely gonna have fun with this.

“What does it look like I’m doing, genius?” He asked teasingly, skillfully spidering his fingers up to Reid’s ribs, using just enough pressure to drive the young detective crazy.

“Ahh! Y-You’re tickling mehehehehee!”

“Bingo!” Morgan said with a grin. “And I’m not gonna stop until you tell me what you’re hiding!”

The blonde squirmed desperately in his seat, trapped between the chair and his attacker. Well… he could maybe escape if he wanted to. The seat didn’t have any armrests; he just wasn’t willing to throw himself at the floor quite yet.

Perhaps he could hold out and Morgan would just give up.

“Nohohoho! Morgan, plehehease! I-I’m not hiding aNYTHIHIHING- WAHAHAIT!”

The doctor’s plea was cut off by his own raucous laughter when he felt the tingling sensations migrate from his ribcage to under his arms, one of his hot spots.

“You can’t lie to me, pretty boy! You better start talking, or I might have to take drastic measures.” The elder playfully threatened, drilling his thumbs into the tender hollows, getting an uncharacteristic shriek from the normally reserved detective.

Reid glued his arms to his sides, but it didn’t matter. Morgan kept on tickling, even with his hands trapped.

Truthfully, Morgan kind of hoped that Reid would stay stubborn, just so that he’d have an excuse to keep tickling him.

Reid’s laughter was so rare, and to have it ringing so openly was nothing short of a gift.

He didn’t even care about the secret as long as he could get Reid to keep laughing like that.

Well… okay, maybe he cared about the secret a little bit.

But that just means he has every excuse in the world to keep tickling the young genius.

Besides, the poor kid needed some playfulness in his life.

“I-I’M NOT TEHEHELLING!!”

This statement, ladies and gentlemen, was a huge mistake.

Morgan quirked a brow, pausing to give the younger man a momentary break from the tickling, but moving to grab his wrists so that he doesn’t escape.

“Not telling, huh? So you admit that you’re hiding something!”

Reid’s face flushed bright red and his eyes widened comically as he realized his mistake.

“Wait, no, I-I meant that, uh…”

Morgan wasn’t having it.

“Y’know, Reid… I think those lanky legs of yours are feeling a little left out.”

He didn’t have to say anymore before Reid began kicking his legs, pleading for mercy before Morgan even touched him.

“Nononono, Morgan, plehehease dohohon’t!” There was a nervous smile on his face, which was starting to turn a nice rosy shade.

“Oh, I think I will, since you’re sooo insistent on not sharing that secret.”

Before Reid could let out another protest, Morgan’s hand caught one of the flailing legs while the other hand began to squeeze rapidly at the kneecap.

The young genius let out a snort, his laughter taking on a boyish energy as he tried his hardest to free his leg, thrashing his entire body from the intense electric tickling sensation.

“NAHAHAH- MORGAHAHAN, T-TOO TIHIHIHICKLISH!!” He shrieked, tears of mirth starting to prick at his eyes.

Morgan couldn’t help but laugh along, not expecting such an extreme reaction from Spencer Reid.

How on earth had Morgan been neglecting Reid’s knees until now?!

“Maybe if you tell me your secret, I can make it a little less ticklish~”

The younger shook his head stubbornly. His stomach was starting to hurt from how hard he was laughing.

He knew his knees were sensitive, but he didn’t know they were THAT sensitive.

Nevertheless, he refused to give in!

At least until Morgan began scribbling over the kneecap…

“Well that’s too bad, Reid. What if I just- woah!”

The minute Morgan touched his knee with that scribbling motion, Reid let out a scream of laughter before throwing himself to the floor in a desperate escape act.

And it worked! He was free from Morgan’s ticklish clutches.

For a few seconds…

Undeterred, the older detective simply followed Reid to the floor, now able to pin him more effectively by sitting on his hips.

“Nice try, kid. You can’t escape me that easily!”

The younger man gave a childish whine, wriggling hopelessly and realizing he definitely wasn’t getting out of this until he gave Morgan what he wanted.

But strangely, it seemed almost as if Reid was enjoying himself… like he was having just as much fun as Morgan was.

“Alright, Reid. I didn’t wanna have to do this, but you leave me no choice.”

With that ominous statement, the older agent began to roll up the younger’s shirt, watching with a mischievous sparkle in his eye as he sees his victim’s expression shift from playful dread, to one of sheer panic… and a glimmer of excitement?

“Your tummy looks rather tasty, Reid. If you’re not gonna share that secret, maybe I should give it a little taste?”

Reid’s eyes went as wide as saucers and he burst into a fit of anticipatory giggles, futilely tugging at his arms.

“Oh? Giggling already? Something you wanna tell me, Reid?”

The giggling agent in question frantically nodded his head, signaling to Morgan that all was about to be revealed.

“I’m listening…”

When Reid looked at Morgan with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he finally said…

“I’m never telling you.”

Taken aback by the sass, the elder decided it was time to unleash his secret weapon.

“That’s it! You asked for this, Reid!”

With that, he brought his face to Reid’s tummy and began to nibble at the soft skin.

The response he got was pure gold.

Reid let out the most childlike squeal before falling into bright, boisterous guffaws, arching his back out of instinct.

“OH MY GOHOHOD, MORGON, PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

Morgan simply let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against Reid’s skin, before he continued the tummy nibbles, making obnoxious nomming sounds which only seemed to make Reid laugh louder.

“NOOO! O-OKAY OKAHAHAHAY!! I’LL TEHEHELL!!”

The tickler lifted his head, looking at Reid with a raised eyebrow.

“For real this time? Don’t make me-”

“EEK- NONONO, I MEAN IT, I PROHOHOMISE!!!”

Morgan pulled back, giving Reid a moment to catch his breath.

At last, Reid inhaled… ready to unleash his big secret.

“So, um… you know how earlier this morning, Hotch said that somebody used all the sugar?..”

Morgan stared blankly.

Surely this was going somewhere…

Reid fiddled with his hands, guiltily averting his eyes.

“I did it…”

For a moment, neither said a word.

“That’s it!?” Exclaimed the older man, expecting more of a, well… secret?

“I used all the sugar, Morgan!”

The blonde tilted his head when Morgan began laughing and shaking his head with disbelief.

“God, Reid… you’re a mess.” He chuckled, reaching out to ruffle the younger’s hair.

Reid’s cheeks turned a rosy shade, whether it was from embarrassment or the affectionate gesture, he couldn’t quite tell.

With an amused expression, Morgan hopped up off the ground, extending a hand for Reid to take, which the doctor graciously took.

“That’s enough excitement for me for one day… I’m heading home.”

Before he left, he turned to give Reid a wink.

“Don’t worry, pretty boy… I won’t tell your oh so terrible secret.” He teased, flashing that charming smile.

Reid felt the heat rise to his cheeks.

As he packed up his own belongings, his thoughts kept drifting towards Morgan, and how maybe he should stop being so uptight all the time…

Maybe it was kind of fun laughing until he couldn’t breathe.

And maybe, just maybe… he kind of liked it when Morgan called him pretty boy.

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fueledbysano · 2 years

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𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄. sʜɪɴɪᴄʜɪʀᴏ sᴀɴᴏ

summary: you didn't mean to have a steamy exchange with a pretty stranger after borrowing his lighter.

♱ pairing: shinichiro x f!reader

♱ c/w: MATURE. detailed smut, car sex, unprotected sex, breast play, praising, brief alcohol and cigarette use, wakasa best wingman.

♱ a/n: saw this lighter and thought of him 😈 belated happy birthday 🤍

Shinichiro liked his birthdays simple. The presence of his family and friends over dinner was perfect and he considered the day well-spent.

Although, when it was time for the guys to come home, his best friends had one last surprise in mind. “Hold on, hold on, you really think we were just gonna give you some boring helmet?” Takeomi rests his palm over Shin's shoulder.

“What do you mean? It's nice, I liked it.”

“Oh... my guy, we have something better. Would just rather give it to you in private.” Wakasa spoke, taking the small paper bag containing Shin's second gift from the inside of his jacket.

And with curious eyes, the man of the hour opened the bag, looks melting into confusion as he finally took out a simple black lighter. “Wow, thanks, I guess.” He nods, just about to take the item back into the bag again.

“Read what it says...” The Akashi points out. Shinichiro obliged, flipping the lighter on its other side and read out the printed white words that said, “If you wanna f*ck, smile when you give me the lighter back.”

His cheeks warmed up at the lewd text, immediately shooting his friends a questioning glare. They must've loved his reaction as the three were now giggling like little girls, wishing they could capture the look on Shinichiro's face.

“So you can shoot your shot the next time we're out, man! They've gotta love this!” Wakasa says. “The Luxe. Saturday night. Don't be late.” Takeomi mentions, walking backwards with his hands in his pockets and a lit cigarette in between his lips.

Now, here they are at the night club Takeomi invited them to. Wakasa had his feet propped up on the empty seat, lightheadedness starting to kick in after all the shots they'd taken. Takeomi had his eyes on the women performing on stage, while Benkei had gone off to order more drinks for their table.

Although smoking isn't prohibited inside the premises, Shinichiro preferred to light up a stick out on the balcony with a sweet view and minimal crowd; and the thought never left his mind the moment it crossed.

So when he got up from the seat, excusing himself for a smoke outside, Wakasa reminds him of the special lighter, pointing at the onyx-haired man's left pocket where he had kept it.

“Fine, fine.” He mutters, sliding out of their booth then heading to the open space outside.

It almost seems as if he'd gone to a different place, with the environment being completely different from the nightlife inside the club. He quickly lit up a stick, covering the lighter's text in his palms so no one could see it and judge.

Though, upon shoving it back in his pocket, he felt a tap on his shoulder followed by a polite voice, “Hi, do you have a light?” A woman asks, holding a fresh cigarette in her lips.

If Shinichiro claimed he didn't find her attractive, he would be deceiving himself. There was something with her aura and [ E / C ] eyes which compelled him to linger and admire her presence.

Yes, he did have a light. But he also did not want you to assume he's a perverted man who picks people up with a lighter. So, in a fit of panic, he reaches out and touches the lit cigarette on his mouth with hers, his eyes riveted on the way her lips parted in response to the gesture while still keeping the stick in place.

She could only admire his features from their closeness while he was so intent on trying to light her stick while dipping his head in concentration as the flame incinerated toward hers.

Upon pulling away, she kept her gaze at him before exhaling a puff of smoke. “Can I buy you a drink…?” She trailed off, wondering for his name.

“Sano Shinichiro.”

“[ Y / N ] [ L / N ].” She responded. “I heard they serve a Glenmorangie ten here.” She added before stopping a waiter to order two shots for them.

“Uhm, are you celebrating anything?” He asks with a faint chuckle, turning his body towards hers.

“Oh, yes.” She nodded. “I celebrate meeting this cute guy outside the bar.” She chatted up, eyeing him serenely. Shinichiro’s lips tugged into a smirk in response, feeling himself ease into the conversation.

“And I think this guy wants your number too.” He blurted, looking away with a subtle smug smile, then inhaling from his cigarette. [ Y / N ] chuckled in response, dazzled by how quickly he responded to her line before entering the digits on his phone.

“You come here a lot?” He asks. “Nah,” She denied, tossing off the half-finished stick to a glass tray. “My friends are playing a set tonight and they asked me to come watch.” She gestured towards the stage inside, where a small band performed rock tunes.

“That’s cool.” He nods. “I see you like automotives?” She asks, gesturing at the sano motors patch on his jacket. “Oh, yes. I own a shop, actually.” He humbly smiled.

“That is so cool. You do cars?” She wondered. “Yeah, but mostly bikes. You own an impala?” He pointed at the set of keys hanging on her belt loop.

“Yeah…” [ Y / N ] tilted her head in amusement, “Wanna see it?”

“Absolutely.”

“Did you get it full-serviced? She sounds so clean.” He wondered, carefully revving the engine once they've got in. “Yes.” She nodded, admiring the way he handled her vehicle.

“Look at the gauge resistor too.” She leans to his side as they geek over the dashboard. They however didn’t realize their closeness with each other until [ Y / N ] supported herself with her hand on Shinichiro’s thigh.

He turns to her upon the sudden realization, now coming in contact with her neck. [ Y / N ]’s breath hitched upon feeling his warmth, as if it was their earlier moment all over again. But this time, with very little distance.

“Mmm.” With a leap of faith, Shinichiro leans in for a kiss, closing the space in their noses first before pressing their lips together. She melted in his touch in an instant, returning the same intensity of the kiss.

“Wanna see the backseat?” She offered.

“Absolutely.”

The stars in the darkening sky was nothing compared to the countless glimmer in their eyes that they held as they held each other for the first time.

His lips moved to devour hers, hands seeking the rightful place on her waist as he ran them over her clothed back.

Soft gasps and moans echoed into the still car, followed by a throaty groan from the man as she started to rock her hips against his.

Shinichiro's lips moved along her jawline, then pampered her neck with soft kisses attentive of her reactions and movements.

His hands trailed down [ Y / N ]'s waist, handling her thighs with care as she traced his toned body underneath the thin tank top, which he started to get lost into. Until, [ Y / N ] pulled away from the feverish kiss, guiding one of his hands under her skirt.

“Stop being a gentleman and fuck me already.” She whispered sensuously, in which he faintly whimpered in response to. “Fuck…” He exhaled upon feeling his fingers come in contact with her wet entrance. With one swift movement, he pulls off her underwear with a little of her help, blindly tossing it onto the front seat.

He wished he could relieve the straining hard-on in his jeans as she rode his fingers, which [ Y / N ] realized shortly. She had soon eased his jeans and underwear, as he ridded of her top.

“Is this okay, Shin~?” [ Y / N ]'s lips met his ear, softly whispering as to make sure they wanted to continue in the car.

“Y-yes…” He gulped, looking down in between theie bodies before taking his shaft, pumping it gently then spreading the pre-cum on his tip along her folds. “Oh fuck!” She gasped in response.

“Hey,” With his free hand, he gently strokes her cheek before leaning in for a sweet kiss, and then slowly pushing her body down his length. “Fuck yesss…” With a heavy pant against her skin, he'd pushed himself further inside her with ease.

Once he'd manage to pump his entire length into her, [ Y / N ] couldn't help but encase his entire length into her walls tightly to relieve the aching pulse, turning both of them into a moaning mess.

“It feels so tight, does it hurt?” Shinichiro checks, “No, far from it.” She assured. “Good girl, I'll move you now.” With his cue, she fastened herself onto his shoulders before being lifted, then bounced on his cock.

With every slow, yet deep thrust followed a pleasured gasp and moan. Shinichiro would close his eyes and bury his nose in her neck as he whispered sweet nothings, treating her body with uttermost care and pleasure.

Every so often she would tug on his locks for a bit, earning a growl reverberating through their lips in the heat of the moment.

“God, Shin!” She breathes out at the feeling of his girth nudging against her spot, and his tip hitting somewhere so deep inside of her. “Can I go a little rough?" He asks, now nibbing on the skin of her clavicle.

In response, [ Y / N ] held the man by the neck, pressing their bodies closer before starting to bounce on his length faster than ever. Shinichiro gasped in response, holding onto her shoulders for support and suppressing his moans into her ear.

“[ Y / N ]!” He cried out, his nails digging small crescents onto her skin with every hard bounce. “Darling, gonna— cum—!” She panted, feeling herself squeeze and spill around his cock deep inside her.

“Where do you want it, baby?” He asks, feeling himself spill soon enough after her upon feeling her walls grip his cock harder than ever. and with a wicked idea, [ Y / N ] pulls herself off of him, causing the man to frown for a moment.

[ Y / N ] fell to her knees, locking eye contact with Shinichiro as she discarded her bra. “Why don't you cum on my face and tits like a messy boy?”

“Mmmh, [ Y / N ]...” He felt himself melt weak when she surround her breasts on his dripping cock, watching as he mindlessly thrust and fucked her tits.

“Cum for me, Shinichiro. You really deserve it.” Hearing his name slip from her mouth so sultry was the last straw, spurting his hot load onto her face first, until they slowly spilled down her tits shortly.

[ Y / N ] gasped in amazement, admiring the dazed boy in front of her before rewarding him with a kiss.

“Mmmh— so sweet, darling.” He hummed softly, holding her close for a deep kiss.

[ Y / N ] then opened her eyes shortly, exchanging adoring glances with Shinichiro. “Hey, I hope this doesn't seem too forward, but, I think you're really nice.” She spoke, freeing herself from his lap and retrieving their clothes.

“I was thinking, maybe we could go back to my place for a proper dinner?” She offered. Shinichiro blushed, dressing up rather quickly then taming his hair nicely.

“I would like that.” It sure was enchanting to be the one getting asked out this time.

ㅤ

“Good morning.” Shinichiro noticed the glimpse of someone reading a newspaper in their living room, assuming it was his grandpa. However, upon speaking, he was startled to see his friends in his house very early in the morning.

“Hey…” He scratched his head, hoping they wouldn't realize that he didn't spend the night at the Sano household.

“I see you’ve put our gift into use…” Wakasa points out.

“Alright, get out.” He groaned, pointing at the door.

Turns out, he didn’t need that damn lighter to pick up a woman; after all. His charms alone even landed him a proper date.

🔖; @tokyometronetwork

#shinichiro sano #shinichiro sano x reader #shinichiro x reader #shinichiro x y/n #shinichiro scenarios #tokyo revengers #shinichiro x reader smut #shinichiro x you #shinichiro sano smut #shinichiro smut

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actualbird · 10 months

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you probably already saw this in ur notifs but i have been OBSESSED with everything tot you've posted ever since my tot obsession came back. like. OH MAN I VIBE WITH YOU. YOUR IDEAS AND DISCUSSION OF CHARACTERS. CHEFS KISS. poly ot5 is my everything especially bcs it gets DEEP into every one of them :D

and i was thinking about mc's parents meeting nxx. in a scenario where maybe, they need researchers and for some reason or whatever they need someone personal, who they can fully trust including maybe some nxx stuff.

luke looks at mc. mc looks at luke.

well, if marius von hagen needed them. surely they'd be allowed to leave the program maybe temporarily.

and that's how vyn, artem, and marius have their internal parental issues brought out in full force at the sight of mc and luke with mc's parents. like they're just coddling them in the Parent way and they're both enjoying it as a Son and Daughter would. and those three are just like Oh. Wow. That Looks Nice.

artem has both parents but like based on how he's lonely as a kid i know these sorts of interactions were surely few and far between. he would Not be so emotionally repressed. marius has a loving dad but a dead mom who people blame him for and austin has said himself that he Represses. like marius. and vyn? Disastrous. yeah they would be having a Moment with that sort of scenario

and the Moments they will be having when the parenting goes to them too. because i think mc's parents are the type to parent their kid's friends too. they see these sad boys and think. Adopted.

SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG ASJJFKWKS it's just given me a lot of Thoughts.

hello hello, and HAHA YEAH i did see in my notifs a lot these past few days!! im so so glad you enjoy my tot stuff, i was particularly surprised that u even managed to get to me super early posts. it makes me rlly happy to see even those still enjoyable now ;w;

also pls this idea is lovely, has such fertile environment for BIG FEELS!!!!

i rlly wish we knew more about mc’s parents in canon. like i understand that theyve been yeeted into the void for narrative/player-insert-ambiguity purposes buT I HAVE A GREAT NEED!! TO SEE THEM COME BACK!!! ALL THE INTERACTIONS WLD BE LOVELY

and gosh yeah jkvkjHVJAHFKS 3 SAD BOIS R IN GREAT NEED FOR SOME FAMILIAL LOVE!! it makes me really emotional thinking about how artem, vyn, and marius have less than stellar parent-relationships for all the reasons u mention. it’s either absence, neglect, or something else altogether that just resulted in a childhood where their parents couldve been better. they werent the worst parents in the world, but they all couldve been better.

(sidenote: “and vyn? Disastrous” THATS SUCH A FUNNBY ONE-LINER FOR HIS PARENT SITUATION AKJFHVSOFAISLVALIUBA)

im So For mc’s parents vaguely becoming pseudo-parents to the other three. i mean, they already did that with luke, whats 3 more neurotic grown men?

(sidenote 2: i joke sometimes that luke is unintentionally very good at collecting father figures. aaron, that Bar L owner, a bunch of mentioned NSB seniors he worked under. people see luke and go “wow is anybody gonna son-ify that young man” and then they dont wait for an answer, they just go for it)

itd be sweet and also entertaining if mc’s parents invited them all to a dinner. i mean, the nxx boys are the people she hangs around The Most so it’s basically like meeting her friend group! her….really weird and varied friend group who REALLY want to make a good impression.

[outside of mc’s apartment, artem, marius, and vyn stall on ringing the door buzzer]

marius: ok so before we go in, i wanna ask…….what gifts did u get her parents?

vyn: this better not be a way for you to flaunt your gift

marius: it isnt! im genuinely curious!! and also hoping i’ll be less nervous if i know what you guys brought!!!

artem: i bought a kitchen knife set and sharpened them myself

vyn: i purchased the best bottle of wine i could

marius: …cool. cool cool cool cool those are lovely and reasonable gifts and now im realizing i should uh. tone mine down.

artem: huh?

vyn: what on earth did you get?

marius: it’s fine, dont worry about it, im getting vincent to drive it away right now

vyn: WHAT

luke, phasing into existence behind them without a sound: so are you three thinking of going inside any time this century?

artem, marius, vyn: AAHH

itll totally be a fun dinner all together HAHAHKJAVFKJHAS

#super-novatuna #asks #tears of themis #yknow ive always wanted to write mc's parents meet the nxx ot5 polycule but alas....life OTL

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nekoannie-chan · 3 months

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Blood magic

Title: Blood magic.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Brock Rumlow X Reader.

Word count: 438 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Your blood always cures Brock.

Major Tags: Mention of blood.

Additional tags: This my entry to @multifandom-flash, Annie-3002 & square 9:

"Blood magic.”

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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Brock had always had successful missions. However, on the last seemingly routine mission, everything took an unexpected turn. You did not fall into the enemy's ambush and completed the mission successfully, but several agents were injured, including Brock, even though he pretended he was fine.

The night had become dark and stormy as you returned from the gruelling mission. As soon as he took off his shirt, you noticed the wounds on his body.

“I didn't think you'd be back so soon, Brock," you said, assessing the wounds visible on his face and hands.

Rumlow grunted, shedding the rest of his gear and exposing cuts and bruises in other areas.

“They're just scratches; I don't need anyone to take care of me," he replied proudly.

But you ignored what he said. You knew he was very proud, so you approached him. You raised your hand, and Brock felt a warm energy enveloping him. Your powers began to close the wounds and ease the pain. Brock, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel surprised by the disappearance of the pain and wounds; it seemed as if they had never been there.

“You don't need to keep pretending you're a tough guy, Brock," you said calmly.

He frowned at her, distrustful.

“What kind of trick is this?"

You smiled, and you loved that sometimes he could be so stupid and he didn't seem to notice it.

“It's not a trick; it's magic. Magic runs through my veins as well as my mutant side. In case you didn't know HYDRA also recruits mutants, I thought you knew everything, Brock," you teased.

Brock was dumbfounded. After all the time you had been together and known each other, it had never occurred to him to ask you about your abilities.

“What else can you do? “he asked.

You smiled and started to show him some of your skills, but what caught his attention the most were the little flashes of light dancing in his hands.

“Why didn't you tell me before?" Brock questioned.

“You never asked me, but didn't you ever wonder why most of the time the missions went practically flawlessly?"

“Because I'm an excellent leader," Brock replied proudly. You raised your eyebrow.

“That also helped."

“Wait, you mean... you used your powers all this time?"

“Of course, that's why Rogers hasn't discovered us either. You know I can conquer the world if I want to; we can do it together, Brock; it's you and me against the world," you assured.

He took your hand and kissed you. He liked the idea that, somehow, you were going to conquer the world.

#multifandom flash #multifandom flash bingo #round 3 #Brock Rumlow x reader

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nobodybutapathetic · 11 months

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My Little Birthday Boy

Pairing: birthday boy Draco and Y/N

Summary: It was finally the moment you’ve been waiting for. The birthday of the one and only Draco Malfoy. You then decided to surprise him as it was June 5…

Warning: cuteness

A/N: AAAAA IT’S FINALLY DRACO’S BIRTHDAY!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DRACO! YOU ARE LOVED BY US 💚

(Also, I’m sorry for not really being active here on tumblr I was too busy in TikTok lol q-q hope y’all understand and enjoy!)

“Y/N! Guess what?!” Pansy yelled, shaking my arms.

“Ow Pansy! What is it?” I said, turning my head to her while raising a brow.

“Do you really not know?” She asked.

“What do you mea-“ I paused then finally realized what today was.

“It’s Draco’s birthday!” I said, excitingly.

“Mhm finally! Took you a bit long!” She chuckled as she pointed at her bed filled with presents.

“Wow you actually bought a lot of gifts.” I said, surprised.

”Of course! He’s our best friend anyway!” She chuckled then raised a brow, “How about you? Have you gotten him anything?” She asked.

“Yes I did actually.” I said, pulling out a medium box that had so many things inside.

“Woah that’s a big box! Can I see what’s inside pretty please?” She asked, giving me puppy eyes.

“You’ll see at Draco’s birthday, Pansy. I don’t wanna spoil it to anyone other than myself!” I said, hiding the box somewhere in my vanity.

”Ugh fine. But anyways, there’s a few more hours left before his birthday starts. How about we go wear some dresses to impress him?” She suggested, giving me a wink.

“Sounds fun!” I said, smiling as we both chose our dresses.

A few hours later, it was finally Draco’s birthday. Me and Pansy looked absolutely stunning as she had a black long dress on as I had a red short dress. I wore light makeup as Pansy wore something thick. She really wanted to catch Draco’s impression as she held the gifts for Draco to give him.

“Are you ready to go now?” Pansy asked, seeming more excited.

“Mhm.” I said, nodding as I held the present box. I know I only brought a single medium box filled with things but I had one certain gift that I’ll give Draco in the end…

Pansy then apparated us to the Malfoy Manor’s door step, knocking on the door as it flung open, only to reveal the room being decorated with such beautiful and exquisite accessories. Although, one that outshined the most was the “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DRACO!” Letters floating in the air with sparkles by magic. Draco then saw us and approached us with a big smile.

“Hey ladies! It’s nice to know you came!” He smiled before talking again. “Please enter! And you can leave the presents over there” He said, pointing at the huge table filled with lots of gifts.

“Alright!” Me and Pansy said in unison as we both entered inside the mesmerizing manor, placing the gifts on the table filled with other various gifts.

“It’s lovely here, Draco!” I said, coming up to him.

“Well, it isn’t as lovely as you~” He winked, which made me blush.

“Oh stop with the flirting, Draco.” I said, rolling my eyes.

Draco chuckled. “Yeah yeah. Anyways, watch me blow the candle later, ‘kay?” He asked which I nodded at.

“Of course.” I said, smiling.

A few minutes later, Draco sat on the fancy chair as we sang him a happy birthday. After all the singing, Draco blew the candles out as we all clapped.

“Thank you all!” He said, smiling as he stood up and sliced the cake.

“Happy birthday, Draco!” I said, giving him a smile.

“Thanks, Y/N” He smiled.

“Why don’t you open your gifts now?” I said, still smiling at him, waiting for his response.

“Yeah sure! I’ll start with..” He started thinking as he chose a random gift. “This?” He asked as I nodded.

After a few minutes of Draco opening some gifts, he then opened mines.

“I gave that gift, by the way!” I smiled as he looked at me and returned the smile.

“Wow really? Well I must say, it’s really too much!” He said, chuckling until he opened the cover and gasped.

“W-what?! A full set of the new black suit clothes!? I always wanted to get this but.. it never came out!” He then turned to me and gave me a hug as I chuckled and hugged him back.

“Did you like it?” I smiled.

“I don’t like it.. I love it!” He said, smiling as he then looked at the box again. “Thank you thank you thank you so much!” He said, hugging me again but tightly.

“Anytime! But there’s also one more gift I wanna give you..” I said, this time blushing.

“Huh? What is it?” He said, curiously.

“This.” I said before leaning in, giving him a kiss.

His eyes widened at the sudden movement of mine until he gave in, pulling me by my waist as he kissed me back.

I then pulled away and looked into his eyes.

“Wow I-.. Just.. Woah.. I didn’t expect that you’d do that but.. Merlin… This gotta be the best gift of my life!” He said, smiling as he blushed crazily. I just giggled at his response as I sigh happily.

“Sorry. I thought you’d like it” I said, rubbing my shoulders.

“Well I do! Mind giving me it again?” He asked, shyly.

“Yeah sure!” I said before wrapping my arms around him and kissing him again.

After a few seconds of kissing, we pulled away.

“I’m really happy that we’re together now.. you’re just so special, you know? I’m really the luckiest birthday boy to exist!” He said, happily.

“I’m happy too.” I said, caressing his cheeks as I looked at him lovingly.

“I love you.” He said, smiling softly.

“I love you too, Draco.” I said smiling.

“Then again, happy birthday, Draco.”

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bigoltrashpile · 2 years

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(If you are still doing this) Q1 or Q2 (which ever gets the brain brrring) with butch

I'll go with Q2, since I got another request for Q1 and both of them make the brain brrrrr pretty equally lol

Why the fuck was this skeleton staring at you?

He had been sitting at the table across from yours for the entire time you had been eating at your favorite little diner, and you were sure his eyes hadn't left you the entire time. It might be a coincidence, though. You were on a blind date after all, and you didn't want to insult them by looking at someone else the whole time. Maybe he just happened to look at you every time you glanced over?

Fat chance.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore. "This has been really nice," you said to your date. It was a big lie, they had been talking about themself the entire time. "But I really need to get going."

Thankfully, they nodded. "Alright. Call me back sometime? We can do this again next week, maybe go bowling?"

"Sure, sure." You would say anything you needed to get away from that skeleton at this point. "I'll see you soon."

You walked through the darkened parking lot as fast as you could, desperate to get home to the perceived safety of your home. As you did, you didn't notice the bright red eyelights watching you from the shadows.

When you got home, you shut and locked all the doors and windows, unable to shake the feeling of being watched. At least you were safe now....right?

You woke up the next morning feeling a lot calmer. Of course you had been overreacting, it was probably just a monster thing, or a weird miscommunication. After all, the skeleton had been dressed in a three piece suit at a small family diner, so he was probably just weird.

As you went about your morning routine, you were surprised to find a package outside your front door. Weird. You weren't expecting anything. Maybe it was for one of your neighbors?

Curious, you checked the name on the package. Oh, it was for you! You took it inside, practically sprinting to the kitchen to find a knife or a pair of scissors to open it.

As you fumbled with the scissors, you vaguely noted in the back of your mind that there was no postage or address, just your name written in...was that comic sans? Weird. That just made you even more curious!

You finally managed to get the box open and-

Oh my god.

It was a head.

The severed head of your date.

You stumbled backwards, unable to breathe, to think, to scream, anything. There was. A head. On your kitchen table.

You were only able to react when you ran right into someone's chest. A loud scream tore from your throat, only to be cut short by a large hand covering your mouth.

A skeletal hand.

"shhhh, no need for that, doll," a rough voice purred. "s'just a lil gift~"

You managed to look up, your heart sinking when you saw who it was. It was the same skeleton from last night, the one who had been watching you. The red lights in his eyesockets bored into you, strangely heart shaped now.

"don't scream now doll, or i'll have to take...drastic measures." The skeleton's eyes darted to the box on the table. "i just wanna chat."

He finally let go, and you immediately scrambled to get away. "W-who are you? What do you want from me?"

"like i said," he shrugged, way too casual for someone who had just delivered a severed head and broken into your house. "just givin' ya a lil gift. ya deserve to be treated better than that piece of shit could treat ya."

"I'm going to tell the police," you threatened, scrambling for your phone. "I've seen your face, you won't get away with this!"

The skeleton didn't even seem bothered. "well, i guess it pays to have friends in high places. really helps ya get a-head in life. they can't do shit to me."

As he spoke, you started to shake. This guy could do anything he wanted to you, and nobody would care, or even punish him for it! "Please...don't hurt me."

"heh, looks like you'll have to come with me then, y/n." How did he know your name? "you're mine now."

"But...you don't even know me!" you argued. "What do you want from me?"

"heheheh," he laughed even harder. "i know ya, kitten. ya just don't know me." In a blink, he was on you, pinning you to the wall. "the name's butch, but from now on, just call me your husband~"

#undertale #undertale imagines #yandere #sans x reader #sans #yandere sans #yandere prompts #mafiafell #mafiatale #tw murder #tw death #this was a fun one!#thanks for sending it in!#my garbage

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well this fic is very rushed but it’s also to say it’s my birthday today!!! 🤭 so I thought I’d release a quick birthday fic!!

characters: ler!jenna ortega lee!y/n

Warnings: tickles

𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓼 (𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓼) ★

you laying in your favourite environment, your bed, cozily being wrapped up and insulated by the fluffy quilted covers with jenna laying right beside you. Although your bed was as comfortable as you could make it, with the memory foam mattress that you practically sunk into to with the most plumped, Silky pillows, you still didn’t manage to get a wink of sleep. I mean, it was your birthday the next day after all and Jenna had been rambling on all week about the secret plans she had made for you. You lay awake, wondering, dreaming of the surprise that would greet you as you awake. Jenna was enough, you didn’t expect any gifts or surprises, jenna was perfect and she was the best gift you ever could have asked for. As you restlessly fidgeted around your bed in desperation to find a comfortable position and also not to wake jenna. You finally settled to lay on your side, your back facing jenna and your hands hugging your quilt. You then heard jenna let out a soft exhale and put her arm around your side, pulling you in closer. Your smiled to yourself and finally closed your eyes, waiting to drift off.

*beep beep beep* there it was. It arrived as quick as you shut your eyes. The dreaded sound of your alarm. You groggily stretched across to your phone to turn it off and cuddle back into Jenna, but to your shock she wasn’t there. 8:30am, and she’s out of bed?! You thought to yourself. You just shrugged it off and decided to close your eyes once again, hoping to get a few more hours of sleep. But to your avail the door opened, and in came jenna. “Happy birthdayyy!” She said but then her voice changed as she saw you trying to go back to sleep. “Come on! Wake up! I have a surprise breakfast I wanna make you!!” She said hopefully as you just smiled but left out a soft groan “jennaaaa! It’s earlyyy..” you stretched, while keeping your eyes closed in hope that the early morning bird would stop trying to wake you up. “Oh y/n!! It’s 8:30!!” She giggled “exactly!!, to early, give me 2 hours and I’ll be up!” You said sleepily. Jenna just rolled her eyes playfully at the comment and said “no! Up now!” And she jumped on the bed. This time you let out a full grown and covered your head with the pillow. “ughh, jenna please! I’ll still eat your breakfast but I’m tired!!.. it’s my birthday after all!” You joked while smiling under the pillow. Jenna’s mouth widened a little “you little- you know what! Fine! Have it your way! But it’s gonna mean you get less time spending with me on your birthday~” She teased. “I’m sure you can suffice 2 hours as you let your beautiful girlfriend sleep!” You shot right back at her. Jenna jokingly sighed “okay okay! Be like that then!” Jenna started to fake sob, obviously joking to which you giggled and just closed your eyes again, wishing to return back to your peaceful slumber.

2 hours later

*beep beep beep* the brain drilling sound of the alarm rang through your ears once again. You dozily reached over to turn it off. That’s when Jenna came back through the door “Okay! Now you have to wake up!” She said standing over you “nooo…” you groaned again, still feeling sleepy “y/n. Come. On!” She said spacing out her words for added affect. Causing you to smile and she couldn’t help but return one. You let out another groan before jokingly turning over while smiling. To this jenna just giggled and her mouth dropped slightly “y/n!!! Listen! If you don’t wake up I’ll…” she paused, trying to think, clearly not having a good threat to follow through with. “You’ll what?” You smirked back. “I’ll… hm.. I’ll tickle you!” She sniggered at the idea, it’s the first thing she thought of really. This is when your eyes widened and a light blush smeared across your cheeks. “W-what?” You asked, checking if this wasn’t some hyper-realistic dream. “You heard me!” She said, still giggling. Nope. This was real life. “So, what’s it gonna be birthday girl?” She asked, now sitting beside you on the bed. You honestly didn’t know. The best answer you could think of was to shut your eyes, but you also scrunched up your face slightly as if to prepare for the attack that was about to be unleashed upon you. “Okay! Well don’t say I didn’t warn you!” Jenna said as she then began scribbling her nimble fingers into your sides. You immediately squealed and stated squirming at her insanely fast touch. “JEHEHENNAAA!” “What!! I gave you a chance to wake up!” She snarked back as she continued to wiggle her fingers all around your stomach, making you react with loud squeaks and bubbly giggles.

“THIHIS IS NOHOHOT HOW I WANTED TO WAHAHAKE UHUPP!!” You complained, although your complaints were useless, because as if Jenna could take you so seriously through your blabbering laughter. Infact jenna just giggled to herself and said “yeah well, you brought this on yourself missy!!!” “BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I THIHINK IM AHAWAKE NOW!!” You squealed, wiggling around under jennas touch, it’s not like she was pinning you down or anything, so you had every opportunity to escape and Jenna knew this. As much as you whined and protested that you hated this, your lies were obvious through your no effort to escape, the blush that was plastered across your face and your beaming smile, that didn’t leave your face once. “Stop complaining, you know you don’t completely hate it~” She eventually said through a small smile as she watched your eyes widen and your blush grow into a deeper crimson red. “WHAHAT!! YES I DOHO!!” You fired back. “Oh mhm, 100%” she snickered seeing how quick you were to defend your position. “I DOHOHO!!!” You said again, although you still weren’t very convincing. “well then! Maybe i should just keep tickling you untill you admit you enjoy it! Or.. maybe if your right and you hate it so much you’ll actually make an attempt to escape! Because I’m not holding you down!” Jenna said with a mock innocent tone, a little smirk prominent on her face. “SHUHUT UHUPP!!” You once again snapped back, knowing she was right. “Well are you gonna admit it then?” She asked moving her fingers to your ribs, scribbling just below them. “NOHOHOHOHOOOO!!!” You squealed. “Well then, I guess the birthday girl is just gonna have to be tickled for even longer!!” She teased, your vibrant blush never leaving, it only grew deeper in colour at jennas teases. “And you still haven’t attempted to make an escape! All that squirming isn’t gonna get you anywhere!” “I- WELL-“ you had to comebacks, nothing to snap back at her.. because you knew she was right. “hm, what’s that? Got nothing else to say?” She teased again, seeing you absolutely speechless. She then crawled her fingers to one of your worst spots, your armpits.

Your eyes grew to the equivalent size of a dinner plate. “Oh? Bad Spot?” “YEHES!!” You squealed and giggled out. “Oh I See!” She said Just in a normal tone before unexpectedly shooting her fingers into your armpits, scribbling at them. “BAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAH NOHOHOHO JEHEHEHEHNNAAA!!!!!!” You practically screamed, you immediately moved your arms to your sides, but fortunately unfortunately for you, you left just enough room for jennas evil fingers, working their way all around your armpits. Scratching at your hollows, clawing at your actual armpit. The ticklish feeling quickly became to much. So you eventually told Jenna what she so desperately wanted to hear “OKAHAHAYY!! I ENJOHOY THIHIS!!!” And at that Jenna removed her hands before smirking at you. “See! It’s good to admit things! It’s okay! I think it’s adorable!!” Her smirk formed into an adorable smile seeing how flustered you were.

“Come on! I’ll start making your birthday breakfast!” She smiled and offered you a hand up. You groaned again and shut your eyes, you couldn’t help but smile. “Hey! Don’t think I won’t tickle you again!!” To which she giggled and you smiled, grabbing her hand and standing up. You both walked down the stairs and into your kitchen were jenna had made what looked like pancake batter but it was pink? “I was thinking.. pink heart shaped pancakes for breakfast?” She said with a smile to which your smile grew even more. Jena was so thoughtful and sweet and caring. You loved and cherished her so much. She also thought the same about you, she loved your gentle demeanour and your bubbly personality and also how caring you were. “That’s sounds amazing! Thankyou so much Jenna, I really do love you” you kissed her on the cheek, but she held your face with both of her hands and kissed you on the lips. You smiled and got a pan out of the cupboard. “Excuse me! What do you think your doing?” Jenna said with a raised brow “helping you cook breakfast?” You responded, the confusion clear in your tone. “No! I’m cooking it for you! It’s your birthday!” You smiled again and placed the pan on the hob “okayyy okay! Just this once!” You said, your smile returning as you sat on your island and watched her cook, talking about your birthday and your plans.

You loved jenna so much, even if she did wake you up with a tickle attack on your birthday (which you may or may not have enjoyed)

#tickle content #tickle #sfw tickle #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #jenna ortega #jenna ortega ler #jenna ortega tickle #ticklish y/n #y/n lee #y/n tickle #y/n x jenna ortega

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starsurface · 2 months

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Regressor Ashrah & Syzoth w/ CG Sareena (fic) request!! :D

(fic also under the link)

<;3 <3 <3 <;3 <3 <;3 <;3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

"What are you making there, Ashrah?" Sareena asked, looking over Ashrah's shoulder.

"A picture!" Ashrah smiled, finger painting on a canvas.

"Oooh . . . What's your picture of?" Sareena asked. She was never good at making out what Ashrah was drawing.

"It's me and Sy'!" Ashrah said proudly, showing her two blobs- People on the canvas. "See?"

"Now that you say something, I do kinda see it," Sareena smiled, ruffling Ashrah's hair. Ashrah beamed and went back to focusing on her art work. "I'm going to go check up on Sy', okay?"

"Okay!"

Syzoth had went down for a nap a little while ago. Ashrah was a big girl, she didn't need naps!! But Syzoth was a bit smaller, so he had to go to sleep.

Sareena gently opened the door, seeing Syzoth slowly open his eyes.

"I didn't wake you up, did I?" Sareena asked, receiving a headshake. "You awake enough to get up and go play?"

Syzoth nodded, making grabby hands for Sareena.

"You okay, Sy'?" Sareena asked softly, helping Syzoth sit up.

Syzoth nodded, rubbing his eyes. He grabbed Sareena's shirt, digging his face into his arm. Sareena couldn't exactly tell if he had woken up smaller than earlier, or if he was still just sleepy.

"Did you like your nap?"

"Mhm," Syzoth nodded. "'S'Rah?"

He had definitely woken up smaller than usual. Normally, Syzoth regressed to about a toddler headspace, but sometimes he went to babyspace, or an extremely young toddler. Toddler Syzoth would have called her 'Shrah. But baby Syzoth called her S'Rah.

"Ashrah's in the living room," Sareena said, picking Syzoth up and placing him on her hip. "Do you wanna go see her?"

Syzoth nodded again, "Pease."

"Such good manners you have," Sareena praised, making Syzoth giggle and hide in her neck. "I think Ashrah has a little gift for you when we get to the living room. Do you wanna get a snack so she can finish up?"

"Fishy!" Syzoth decided, putting his thumb in his mouth. Words weren't very fond of little Syzoth, but one-word answers were okay.

"I'll get some goldfishies for you," Sareena smiled, grabbing Syzoth's baby chew toy and handing it to him. Syzoth gave a quiet thank you, immeantly chewing on it.

Sareena set Syzoth on the counter as she got a dinosaur bowl of goldfish, per Syzoth's request. Every so often, she had to keep him from falling over. But otherwise he seemed very content chewing on his chewie and sitting there, kicking his feet a bit.

"Syyyyyyy!!" Ashrah smiled, running into the kitchen. "I have a surprise! Come on!"

Ashrah began to tug on Syzoth's sleeve, and Syzoth made grabby hands for Sareena. He could walk, but he got really fumbly when he was this tiny. And he would crawl, but Sareena didn't want him to hurt his knees by accident.

"Alright! Suprise time," Sareena picked Syzoth up, following after the excited Ashrah.

"I made you a picture!" Ashrah explained, grabbing her small canvas and showing Syzoth. "Tada!!"

Syzoth awed as he grabbed the picture. Well, Sareena mostly grabbed it. The paint was still wet, and she didn't want Syzoth to accidentally touch it.

"It's very pretty, Ashrah!" Sareena praised, earnign a little happy dance from her sister. "Syzoth can you say that it's pretty?"

"Pretty!" Syzoth quietly smiled.

"Thank you-!"

Suddenly, Syzoth put the corner in his mouth.

"No Sy' don't eat it!!" Ashrah panicked, looking at Sareena for help.

"Syzoth we don't eat paintings!" Sareena said, gently prying it from his mouth. Syzoth looked confused, putting his thumb in his mouth instead. "I'm sorry about that Ashrah, I know he didn't mean to touch your painting like that."

"It's not dry," Ashrah frowned, taking her painting back. Luckily Syzoth didn't touch the paint, but the corner has sliva on it. "Sy' go into the naughty corner?"

"I mean . . . if you want," Sareena frowned. Syzoth looked worried at the threat on the naughty corner, shaking his head. "I know bub, but you did technically try to destroy Ashrah's painting."

"No wait! Don't want Sy' in the naughty corner," Ashrah frowned. Even she noticed how tiny Syzoth was after his nap. "He too little, he didn't mean to, 'Reena."

"Alright, no naughty corner then," Sareena agreed.

"Thank you," Syzoth mumbled, giving Ashrah a quick kiss on the cheek. Or, he tried, he more just smushed their cheeks together, still wanting to keep his chewie in his mouth.

Ashrah giggled and kissed his cheek back, "Your welcome, Sy'! Wanna play outside with me?"

"Yeah!" Syzoth nodded, looking at Sareena with grabby hands.

"I go put the paint away!" Ashrah smiled, already running off to put her canvas back into the closet.

"Wait- Ashrah!" Sareena quickly put Syzoth onto the couch, kinda squishing him with the pillows. "You don't move- Get back here, missy!"

Ashrah squealed as she continued to try to put all her stuff away. Syzoth whined and struggled weakly against the pillows, but he knew he was going to be out soon. Sareena just couldn't trust a baby being around all those paint. :(

Not that he'd get into them! . . . Again.

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eggielix · 2 years

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Birthday cuddles | s.mg

w/c: 500.

It had been almost midnight when Mingi finally came home.

‘Jagi!’ He screamed, running to your shared bedroom to find you reading a book on the bed. You were quick to move the book out of the way before a 6’2 baby jumped onto you. ‘I’m back.’ He smiled, eyes sparking as he looked at you. You blinked at him.

‘You don’t say.’ Mingi giggled, nuzzling into your chest. You couldn’t help but smile at your adorable boyfriend and caressed his hair gently. ‘I saw you guys won again?’

‘Yup!’ He exclaimed. ‘On my birthday as well!’

‘Your birthday gift from atiny!’ You exclaimed, smiling widely. Mingi’s smile could not have grown any bigger.

‘I’m a bit tired though.’ He mumbled, sitting up on his knees and rubbing his eyes.

‘I can imagine.’ You smiled. ‘Why don’t you get read for bed and we can just sleep?’ Gouverneur surprised to see Mingi’s sulky pout. ‘Mingi?’

‘But I wanna spend more time with you…’ you smiled.

‘You don’t have anything tomorrow.’ You said. ‘Let’s make up for the time we’ve lost tomorrow? Hmh? We can order in as a belated birthday dinner?’

‘Sushi?’

‘Definitely.’ Mingi nodded slowly.

‘Alright.’ He said. ‘I’m going to take a quick shower then!’ He jumped up and rushed to the bathroom. you smiled at how rushed he was to get back to the bed. You took the book from the bed, and put it up to read a few more pages before Mingi was done.

Within five minutes, Mingi was back, wearing comfy-looking sweats and no shirt. You gasped dramatically, putting the book in front of your eyes.

'Mingi!' you screeched. He looked at you with wide eyes, readjusting the clear glasses he'd been wearing since he got home. Wearing no glasses could really strain your eyes.

'What...?' he asked, worry clearly noticeable in his voice.

'Scandalous!' you screamed, pointing up and down at him. 'Scan-da-lous! You can't just walk in like that and not expect me to melt.' Mingi let out a relieved breath, glad that he hadn't done something wrong like he thought he'd done.

'You've seen me shirtless countless times, Why are you acting so surprised?' he laughed, shutting off the lights in the hallway.

'You never fail to make me melt like that.' you teased, laughing at the roll of his eyes.

'Very funny.'

'I think I'm hilarious.' Mingi shut off the lights from the bedroom as well and walked in the dark to the bed, before diving into the bed. He put his glasses onto your book that now laid on the nightstand and waited for you to be comfortable laying down. The second you laid down, he had wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on his chest.

'Hm... this is nice.' he announced, cuddling close to you. 'This is what I'd been looking forward to...' You giggled, stroking his hair and placing a kiss on the top of his head.

'I hope you had an amazing birthday darling.'

'Always. Thank you for being here on my birthday.'

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Welcome Home (Iwaizumi x Fem!Reader)

Summary: It's Iwa's first birthday away from home, and so his college friends decide to get him the best gift they could think of. But perhaps what they get him was a bit too much of a surprise, because the gift (and everything that followed) were all events that Iwa was far from prepared for.

A/N: Egregiously late. What's new. Hbd birthday boy. If you just want the fluff and borderline spice then jump to "***6."

Rating: Teen (17+). 9/10 on spice.

W/C: 4.5k oh my- I'm sorry y'all lol. Enjoy the college interactions.

Warnings/Tags: Lots of swearing. Very suggestive. Explicit sexual implications. Implications of arousal. Alcohol use mentioned. Drunk behavior mentioned. College fic.

How the fuck did Iwaizumi get here? No, no, he wasn’t drunk (or rather, that drunk) last night, he didn’t black out. And no, he knows the exact sequence of events that lead him here. But how he got into the position where he wakes up to you in his bed- how this is real- is what he doesn’t know.

Opening his eyes and seeing your body overlapping with his, your hands twisting into his shirt, your nose nestling against his collarbone, your legs delicately entangled into the blanket, wrapping around his hips. He’s hyper aware of the warm skin of your thigh resting against the exposed skin of his lower belly, his shirt riding up. But you aren’t the only one in a compromising position. He is the one who woke up to his hands resting on places he’d never expected (only dreamed) of being on. His right arm is snaked around your waist, his fingers grazing the skin above the hem of your shorts. His left hand is gently cupping the base of your neck, hidden only by the length of your hair, which is so soft to the touch.

How the fuck did I get here, Iwaizumi thinks again as he gazes at you.

***1.

“Yo, Iwaizumi!!” A gentle voice calls. Iwaizumi hears it faintly.

“G’mornin’ Iwa,” an aggressive knock raps against his door followed by a deeper voice yells, “getcho ass out here.”

Iwaizumi’s roommates are calling him out to the living room of their apartment early on Thursday morning. He’s still half asleep when he rolls out of bed to find out what the fuck they wanted at this ungodly hour. After coming back from his internship late the day before, he was going to take full advantage of the beginning of his long weekend off. At least, that was the initial plan.

“What do you want, you dumbasses?” He rubs the sleep out of his face as he side eyes the two boys who were grinning goofily at him. The two had honed in on Iwaizumi early during the first year and adopted him as the third member of their squad. They’d honestly made the transition from Japan a lot easier for him, even though they annoyed him every step of the way.

“Sit down, Iwa,” Jonathan pats the beat up la-Z-boy recliner he had turned to face the windowsill.

“You’ll wanna be sitting for this one,” Aryan adds, popping open a Red Bull.

Iwaizumi slowly strolls over to the chair before sinking into it, staring with narrowed eyes at the two boys who are now sitting on said windowsill, heads downturned.

“This shit’s making me nervous, so spit it out,” Iwaizumi slowly says. He’d never been the best with suspense.

“So…your birthday is tomorrow…” Aryan pipes up after a long sip at his Red Bull.

“...but, we got you your gift early,” Jonathan smiles as he tells Iwaizumi the news.

All three sit in silence for a good few seconds.

“...Oh-kay… uh, where…where is it?” Iwaizumi asks.

Jonathan looks to Aryan, Aryan looks to Jonathan, exchanging an empty stare before Jonathan kicks Aryan in the leg.

“OW! Oh- OH.” Aryan pulls out a cup of coffee from behind him on the sill.

“What, you’re giving up your Red Bull addiction as a gift and switching to something more normal?” Iwaizumi snarks instinctually.

“No, what!?” Aryan is intensely offended.

“No, no, Iwa. But I’m asking for that to be my gift when my birthday comes," Jonathan says with disdain as he stares at the drink.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Aryan scoffs as he uses his other hand to pull his Red Bull close to his chest.

“It’s disgusting, is my problem, and that shit takes up an entire two rows in the fridge! Our fridge cannot be only Red Bull dog,” Jonathan bickers back.

Iwaizumi usually finds their antics amusing, but he’s too tired for this right now. “I shoulda figured this was some dumb shit.” He chuckles as he swipes his hand over his face. “I’m out-”

He feels the rocking recliner lean back. “You callin’ me dumb, Hajime?”

He almost didn’t hear it over the ruckus of Jonathan trying to wrestle the Red Bull out of Aryan’s hand while they both tried to keep the mug of coffee from spilling. But he did hear it. Immediately, Iwaizumi whips his head around, jumping out of the chair, and finds you standing on the other side, arms resting on the top of the chair, a small smile and brilliant eyes shining at him.

“Y/N?!”

You giggle at his wide eyes and slack jaw. “Hey. I bet you didn’t expect to see me he-” your words are cut off as Iwaizumi stumbles forward, launching himself forward so he can reach his arms out far enough to nab you and pull you against his chest, hard.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He mumbles in shock, pulling you away after a few seconds and squeezing your shoulders, making sure you’re really here.

You’d been friends with Iwaizumi since you were 6, and you’d been close since then, but hugging and just touching in general weren’t frequent occurrences back at home. But after spending 3 years in school in the States, both of you were now more comfortable with hugging all friends, regardless of gender. But while you were both now used to close contact with others, close contact with each other was still a distant memory.

That’s the realization running through Iwaizumi’s head when he drops his grasp from your shoulders.

“Surprise!” Jonathan and Aryan chant out in sync with those wide grins on their faces again.

“You guys did this?” Iwaizumi’s eyes are still wide as he approaches his boys again.

“We knew this was your first birthday not at home, and we knew Y/N was only in New York, and so we figured we’d bring a piece of home to you,” Jonathan now becomes a bit more nervous as he explains his reasoning.

As he slowly processes everything, Iwaizumi turns back to you. “But tickets to and from Cali and New York are ridiculously expensive right now, how could you even-”

“Your friends helped me out,” you say with a smile.

“Everyone, the entire GH3 gang pitched in, so it didn’t end up being that much. But you better like the gift because there’s no return policy,” Aryan quips as he holds the coffee out for you to grab, which you quickly take before he spills,. Iwaizumi walks in between the both of them and throws his arms around Jonathan's and Aryan's shoulders, pulling them in for a hug.

"What was with the coffee then?" Iwaizumi asks as he pulls away from them.

Aryan and Jonathan exchange a look, leaving you giggling. "A failed attempt at being cutesy. Aryan fucked it up," Jonathan says.

"Nah it's your fault for tryna be CUTESY bro I'm not good with that stuff," Aryan whines.

“You guys are crazy," Iwa says as he sighs.

“We kinda are,” Jonathan responds.

“And you love it,” Aryan adds.

You sip on the coffee and smile. Your smile widens when Iwaizumi looks at you with a happy gaze again, face relaxed. “You have some good friends,” you tell him in Japanese.

“Guess I’m a super lucky guy,” he responds back, his native language rolling off his tongue.

You both miss the glance Aryan and Jonathan share. “You two can do whatever it is… that y’all wanna do,” Jonathan instructs as he walks back to his room.

“Yeah we don’t wanna get in the way of uh, any activities you might wanna do, togeth-” Aryan tries to say until Jonathan elbows him in the gut. Iwaizumi just questioningly raises an eyebrow.

“Just be ready for the party tomorrow, we’re leaving by like, 10,” Jonathan says before aggressively shoving Aryan out of sight in the hallway.

You just laugh, so Iwaizumi lets go of whatever stupid stuff his boys were on about, turning to smile at you instead. “So, how was your flight?”

"I'll tell you all about it."

***2.

“You’re such a bad liar, Iwaizumi,” Jonathan says.

Iwaizumi’s eyes grow wide at his roommates accusation.

“What! What did I say, Jon?”

The girl next to him snorts. “Ugh, Iwa, you’re so stupid.”

“Fuck off, C,” Iwaizumi talks back, taking a sip from his drink to try and ignore his friends’ insults.

The three of them are all on a sofa in the corner of C’s apartment, chilling out as Iwaizumi’s “birthday party” continues on. Iwaizumi does enjoy the occasional party, never minding the fun, but his preference is always a kickback. He loves the upbeat music and the apartment fill with engaged conversations in different corners.

“You’re telling us you guys AREN’T dating? Like, she isn’t your girl?” Jonathan asks.

“Who, Y/N? No, no. We aren’t dating.”

“But you want to.” C quickly follows up, watching Iwaizumi’s reactions closely.

“...You guys are annoying,” he sips his Roman Coke, thinking that the alcohol is finally warming up his face.

“Oh my God, he’s blushing!” C calls out.

“I’m literally drinking alcohol, that’s why-”

“Ohh my- I know you didn’t just try to ‘Asian flush’ your way out of this,” Jonathan says, heated.

“What’s going on?” Aryan walks up to the couch.

“Aryan, Iwaizumi just tried to say he’s not blushing, he’s just got the Asian flush,” Jonathan tattles as Iwaizumi continues to grow more red.

“Oh my- Iwa you’re such a bad liar- you literally barely get red over alc ever,” Aryan snorts out.

“THAT’S WHAT I WAS SAYING- Dap me up dap me up-” Jonathan and Aryan continue to bro out as C laughs. Iwaizumi can’t help but chuckle as well, cheeks still warm.

“That excuse isn’t going to work, not with us,” C tells him lowly, her subtle jealousy of his high alcohol tolerance showing. Most of their friend group is Asian, and so many of them got red especially quickly. But not Iwaizumi.

“Yeah, that wasn’t the best move huh,” Iwaizumi says as he downs the rest of his cup.

“Even if you were just red cuz of the alc, we’d know you’re still lying about Y/N. The way you’ve been staring at her dreamy eyed gives it all away, you know,” C says.

He pauses for a second, seemingly zoned out. But then, he lets his concerns verbalize. “She’s on the other side of the country, C. And who knows where we both will end up after this year. I fucked it up by not making her mine 7 years ago, or any time since then-”

“But she hasn’t dated any one else since then?”

“No.”

“And neither have you, correct?”

“I haven’t dated, yeah.”

“If someone addressed her as your girlfriend, would you be disgusted? Or freak out?”

Iwaizumi shifts in his seat. “No, no, I’d…I’d like that honestly.”

“And she doesn’t mind you being called her boyfriend either.”

“What? How do you know that?”

“I tested it out.”

“What do you mean, you test-”

Iwaizumi is cut off by a tipsy Aryan throwing an arm around his shoulder. “Bro, y’all are meant to be. Y’all wanna cuff each other so bad, bro, it’s obvious to everyone.”

“Cuff?” Iwa asks.

“Date,” Jonathan clarifies.

“So just fucking do it. She’s waited this long for you to make a move, don’t… don’t waste any more…time….” Aryan says as he puts his head on Iwa’s shoulder, eyes closing.

“This dumbass took 2 more shots, so don’t mind him, I guess,” Jonathan adds as Iwa smiles a little, amused at his friend’s drunken act. “But he’s right. We wouldn’t jump through hoops to get her here if we didn’t know how important you both are to each other.”

“Y’all are basically dating anyways, just with no label and a bunch of unnecessary limitations addedd,” C says as she sips her crazy concoction. “If you don’t make a move, I’ll just have to make her my girlfriend,” she jokingly threatens.

Aryan suddenly wakes up from Iwa’s shoulder, eyes still closed but a wide smile on his face. “Yeahhh C, Ms. Steal yo Girl over here!”

“Shut the fuck up, Aryan,” she laughs out. Jonathan rolls his eyes and pulls Aryan back onto him, so Iwaizumi is finally free.

“Go dude, we’ll be here no matter how shit pans out. She’s on the balcony now.”

***3.

“Yo,” Iwaizumi says as he closes the door behind him, stealing a final glance at the aggressive thumbs up from inside the apartment. As he walks up to you leaning against the railing, he’s surprised to see how drunk you look- eyes droopy, face relaxed, a dazed look on your face.

“Hajime.”

“Y/N, are you-?” he’s cut off this time by you throwing your body against his, wrapping your arms around his waist as your face hides against his shirt.

“Tadaimaa~” you say, slipping back into Japanese. (I’m home).

“Oi, Y/N, you’re in California, with me, You’re not home yet,” he says as he lets his hand rub your upper back soothingly.

“No, Hajime,” the way you say his name makes his heart stutter. It only ever came out on accident, but since you first said it in 7th grade, you were the only one (except immediate family) who called him by his first name. . “Any time I’m with you, I feel like I’m home. I miss everyone. But I’ve missed you the most, and now I’m finally with you again. I’m home.”

His heart beats faster at your words, as he understands exactly what you’re saying. Because he feels the same.

He’s shocked when you reach up and grab his face with both hands, pulling him close to you. Half lidded eyes only partially hide the glimmer in your dilated pupils. He doesn’t stop you as you push your forehead and then nose against his own, he just holds his breath in anticipation. As you slip your nose to the right, closing the centimeter-wide gap, Iwaizumi closes his eyes, too, his grip on your back tightening.

“Tadaima, Hajime~” you say, your lips brushing against his as you speak, before you let your head fall to the side, pressing into Iwaizumi’s shoulder.

He finally breathes, taking a moment to recompose himself before standing upright again, letting your head rest against his torso. “Okaeri, Y/N,” he whispers as he sweeps you into his arms, staring admiringly at your sleepy face. (Welcome back).

***4.

“Yo, is she good?” Jonathan asks as Iwaizumi walks back into the house with you in his arms.

“Yeah, she just fell asleep.” he says quietly, nodding appreciatively at C who lowers the music.

“Do you want to keep her in my room? I’d offer her the couch, but it looks like Aryan’s dumbass isn’t gonna be waking up any time soon,” C says, cuing all of them to turn and see Aryan, who looks dead on the couch.

Keeping her in C’s room could work… but… his grip on you tightens.

“It’s okay. I don’t want her to panic if she wakes up confused. She’ll be able to get me if she’s in my apartment, so I’ll just take her back.”

“How’d the convo go?”

“It didn’t. She passed out before we could talk,” he looks down at you again.

“This is the most physical contact you’ve had with a girl ever, bro. And you both look comfortable. I’m sure it’ll go fine when it does happen.” Jonathan says with a smile.

“I think you’re right, Jon. Walk back with me?” Iwaizumi asks, smiling and nodding at all his friends who waved goodbye from throughout the apartment.

“Yeah, I gotchu.”

“Take care of our girlfriend, kay? Goodnight.” C smiles as she closes the door behind Iwaizumi.

***5.

He decides there’s no way he can leave you on the couch. He’d much rather sleep there himself, so he puts you in his room and grabs your night stuff.

You’d taught him about makeup remover and skincare back in the day, and he considers himself lucky for remembering it now. He knows to lightly tug off your falsies and to use the pink capped bottle with a cotton ball to remove your makeup. Surprisingly, you sat up for him. He makes the executive decision to forgo the serums and lotions in your bag, because he couldn’t remember that well.

Getting you changed is also a hassle, but he manages to get you awake enough to change yourself into your shorts and a shirt of his own (you had your own sleep shirt, so don’t ask me what possessed him to pull one out of his drawer). After he quickly changes into a pair of shorts and shirt himself, he guides you to lay back in his bed.

“Mm, Hajime,” you say in sleep, pushing your nose into his pillow.

Hearing you and watching you do that made his stomach flip, but he pushes that to the side for now. With a final push of your hair out of your face, he pulls back to leave.

That is, until you grab his hand, eyes still closed.

“Stay, Hajime. Please.”

He doesn’t have the willpower to say no to you. It’s not possible. So he sighs. 5 minutes next to her couldn’t hurt. I’ll just be next to her. Yeah. 5 minutes will be fine…

He squishes into the bed next to you, keeping his hands rigidly by his side while sleeping on his back. He turns his head to face you, eyes finally shutting, the image of your delicate features at rest being the last thing he sees before falling asleep.

***6.

None of that explains how you got entangled with him like this. He just doesn’t understand.

Iwaizumi realizes he’s wasted so much time trying to figure out how he got here, when he should have been figuring out how to get tf out. You start to take deep breaths, eyebrows furrowing as you readjust, slowly waking up.

In his panic, he closes his eyes and pretends to sleep. He feels like he’s holding his breath when he feels your breath speed up against his neck. Suddenly, he feels you jolt a little, propping yourself up against his chest. “Fuck,” he hears you mutter under your breath. But he’s surprised when you go silent for a minute, unsure of what you are doing and thinking. He’s even more surprised when you lay your head back down against his chest, your hands coming up to caress his chest.

Now his heart is racing. You have to be able to feel it beating out of his chest, too. Why did you pretend to sleep? Curiosity takes over as he peaks open an eye, only to find you peering up at him, too.

You both jump at the eye contact, Iwaizumi pushing himself farther up the bed and you scooching back to the edge of the mattress.

“You scared me!” You scold him.

“You were pretending to go back to sleep! I didn’t know what to do!” He defends with intensity.

“Well you’d only know what I was doing if you were awake the whole time! So you had to be pretending to sleep first!” Your elbows are digging into the bed as you prop yourself up, getting in the final word.

You’ve got him there. And it’s not like he could escape, because his side of the bed is up against the wall. So in panic and desperation, Iwaizumi huffs, turns around, and goes back into a sleeping position facing said wall, pretending like you aren’t behind him.

“Hajime! I know you’re still awake, don’t be stupid.” You tap his shoulder. No response. “Hajimee, please. We have to talk.” You try this 2, 3 more times, but he refuses to turn. He knows your right. But without the liquid courage coursing through his veins anymore, he’s suddenly not as prepared to talk about your 10+ years of romantic tension, all while half asleep.

Nothing would have prepared Iwaizumi for you to tug his shoulder, push him flat against the bed, and then toss your leg over his torso, taking a seat on his lower belly. He is even less prepared for you to grab his wrists and pin his arms to the side of his face, your eyes wide with a determined look.

“Hajime, I think this is a conversation both of us have been putting off for a while, but we really should talk about…us. I feel like we are both on the same page, but I don’t always know. Ever since-”

Iwaizumi listens to you. Well, tries to listen to you. But all the words are in one ear and out the other, because he knows damn well focusing is a lost cause right now.

You look gorgeous, sitting on top of him like that. And he feels like a perv for even thinking about it, but he can’t help but really look at you, your mussed hair, how small you are in his shirt with the way it engulfs you and even a bit of your legs.

But Iwaizumi is also terrified. Terrified because of where you are, and if you were to shift backwards even a bit, he would have a much bigger problem than the whole ordeal from the night before.

He coulda just thrown you off him, if he really wanted to. But the kicker is that he doesn’t want to. He wants you this close, for as long as he can have it be that way. But I can’t stay like this forever. He’s gotta listen because he knows you’re right, the conversation was long overdue.

“Hajime, are you even listening to me-ah!”

Iwaizumi grabs your hips and pulls you a bit higher onto his stomach- not too much higher, but just away from what he would consider the, uh, danger zone. Your whole body jerks, your hands planting by the sides of his head. And now, you’re awfully close to his face… just when one problem is taken care of, another one appears.

You both could drown, the way you stare into each other’s eyes. And he would be fine with that.

“I’m gonna keep this simple,” you start talking after a long pause, not breaking eye contact. Iwaizumi wordlessly acknowledges, squeezing your hips (he hadn’t removed his hands after moving you). “I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you. And I want you.” Your hands slide up to the sides of his face, thumbs caressing his cheek bone. “So can I finish what I started yesterday?”

Those words are enough to rip the anxiety straight out of Iwaizumi’s chest and replace it with overwhelming relief and desire. Now that he knows you can be his, that you want him to be yours, he won’t hesitate to make that a reality.

He doesn’t even say yes. He grabs the back of your neck with one hand while the other grabs your face, pulling you in and closing his eyes the moment his lips make contact with yours.

His hands and body radiate warmth. His lips are shockingly soft, gentle but eager in the way they navigate yours.

Kissing you is more satisfying than he could ever dream of. So many nights and days spent yearning for you, for your touch and taste, and somehow getting it is even more euphoric. He’s instantly addicted. He soon lets his hand on your face migrate to your waist, and he wordlessly pulls you against his body before rolling you over, now the one looming over you.

He opts to control himself a bit, taking a minute to breathe when your legs wrap around his waist. Just kissing, for now. Don’t ruin it. He’s always been worried about making a move and ruining one of the most important friendships he’s ever had. But now that he has you, he doesn’t want you to think he’s just coming for your body. He’s willing to work his way up to that (and truth be told, he isn’t sure if he’s fully ready to get into it just yet either).

All that wasn’t gonna stop him from kissing you breathless, though. He presses his torso against yours a bit, just to add a bit of pressure and to feel more of you. While one of his hands stays behind your neck, the other rubbing circles into your hip (he’s never made out with someone before, so he’s going off instincts and what his boys have told him-- Aryan, Jon, Makki, Mattsun, and Oikawa all had lots of advice to give). He takes over the pace of the kisses, leaning in and massaging the back of your neck as he goes. Your hands move back and forth from his face to his shoulders down to his arms, squeezing his biceps intermittently.

Riding the high, he decides to try something both Aryan and Makki are big fans of. He presses his nose into the spot behind your ear while his lips latch onto the spot below your jaw. And gently, he bites.

You giggle in response, your hands wrapping around his neck. “Haji, try and like, suck on that spot a bit more, don’t bite as much, mkay?”

Blushing and slightly embarrassed at his own fumbling, he listens to your instruction. But the noise you let out and the way you pull his hair proves worth the attention he gave your instructions.

After another 10 minutes of you two all up on each other, Iwaizumi finally rolls over to the side and pulls you against his chest, hugging you.

“...So…I feel the same way. If that wasn’t, uh, wasn’t super clear, or anything,” he finally says.

“Feel what way?” You bait, turning your head up from against his chest to look at him.

For someone who had no problem kissing you like crazy, words are suddenly really hard. Not because the words he wanted to say weren’t true, but rather because they were words he’d never imagine coming out of his mouth.

Face blaring red, he tilts his head down to look at you, pulling you closer.

“Suki da yo. Y/N.” He says it quietly, but it hits you when he looks into your eyes earnestly. “I’ve loved you for so long. So please, date me. Be my girlfriend. I’ve thought about it way too much, but I think we will make long distance work. And eventually we can be together again, and you won’t have to worry about anything else, because I’ve only ever wanted to be with you, and I don’t think I could change that if I tried-”

You stop his rambling with a soft kiss. “Yes, Haji. I’ll be your girlfriend. We already talk to each other every day, and I’m sure we will find a way to make it work. I’m gonna miss being with you, but I’d rather know your mine and far away than not have you at all,” you say as you nuzzle his chest.

He glows at you. “Actually, I have something to tell you, too.”

“Yeah?”

“So remember how I was shocked you came here from New York?”

“Mhm.”

“Because of how expensive it is?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you know why I knew the price of tickets right now?”

You stop, clearly thinking. “..How?”

“Because I booked a roundtrip flight for next week myself.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, I, I missed you a lot. So I was gonna come visit you on my week off.”

“Hajime! For real!”

“Yeah, for real.”

You prop yourself up just to jump on him, wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. “You’re the best.”

He doesn’t even know what to say, so instead, he just wraps his arms around your back as well, keeping you close.

This has to be the best birthday ever.

A/N Notes: I HAVE SO MANY

The coffee mug was a mug of yours that you gave Iwaizumi, and so the boys thought it would be funny for you to reclaim your mug casually and walk in as if nothing was out of place. But then they fucked it up and in hindsight realized how dumb of a plan it would've been.

Aryan is ethnically Indian, Jonathan is ethnically Korean, and C is also an international student from Thailand. Their friend group is based off my own and our interactions <3

C came up to you and said "it's so sweet of you to come visit your boyfriend for his birthday!" she was expecting you to blush and maybe correct her maybe not. She wasn't expecting you to say "Iwaizumi's not my boyfriend. Yet. I'm gonna ask him out soon though." But that's what you did. She immediately liked how straight forward you were. Also she was the first to know you were gonna make a move lol.

You'd called Oiks, Mattsun, and Makki before going to Cali. They had also been very supportive of you making a move.

Iwaizumi pretended to not see your sleep shirt because he really just wanted to see you in his shirt, but he'd never admit that.

Jonathan and Aryan quickly befriended you as well, welcoming you as an honorary roommate.

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Sebek Zigvolt (Vignette) – Glorious Masquerade

Following is my translation of Sebek’s vignette from his Glorious Masquerade card.

Spoilers after the cut!

Part 1

Noble Bell College Student A: That performance from the Night Raven College students was amazing, wasn’t it?

Noble Bell College Student B: Certainly. Their rhythm and pitch were both perfect. And, oh, how expressive they were! It was absolutely captivating.

Noble Bell College Student Council Advisor: To think, we would be gifted with should a wonderous performance! Truly, I’m at a loss for words.

Ruggie: Shyeheehee! Those Noble Bell College guys are all super impressed.

Jamil: Looks like our surprise was a great success, then.

Sebek: Lord Malleus… Your grand performance shall go down in history!!! To enrapture the audience so! Oh, how your voice resounded through the halls! What power! What beauty! There are no words befitting of your splendor! Even now, my body continues to tremble, how deeply you have moved me. To have been graced with the opportunity to bare witness to this night…’Tis something I shall take pride in, for so long as I live!

Jamil: Ah, Sebek. He never does change, huh? Could he be any more over exaggerated? He already heard Malleus Senpai singing during our rehearsals a bunch of times.

Ruggie: What else did ya expect? Dude’s a Grade-A Draconia stan. Bet he’ll be making a fuss for a while. As long as he doesn’t come bother us, might as well just let him be.

Sebek: Ruggie Senpai, Jamil Senpai!

Ruggie: Wha- Oh, no! He’s comin’ our way!

Sebek: Ah, how my heart sings with joy from having beheld Lord Malleus's performance! How I wish to share in this fervor with someone! One couldn’t help but feel compelled to do so. Come, let us speak in turn of our impressions of the Lord’s performance!

Jamil and Ruggie: …..

Ruggie: Yup, it was great! Wouldn’t expect anything less from Malleus-san! It’s your turn now, Jamil. I’ll catch ya later!

Sebek: Halt, human!

Ruggie: Geez. What is it now? I said my part, didn’t I? I’m kinda busy tryin' to get my hands on the grub they’re serving here, so if you don’t mind-

Sebek: Is that meaningless drivel supposed to be your impression?! Unacceptable! To say such a thing about the Lord’s performance…

Jamil: He’s right, Ruggie. You’ll just have to keep trying again until Sebek is satisfied.

Ruggie: Alright, then you show us how it’s done, Jamil-kun! I’m sure with all the fancy words you know, you can put it way better than I can.

Sebek: Are you two even listening to me! Make haste, and speak now of the Lord’s marvelous voice. Or do you really wish to insinuate that during the show, you were so engrossed in your own parts that our Lord’s singing fell deaf on your ears? For if that is so, then I, Sebek, shall chasten you lot forthwith!

Ruggie (whispering to himself): Aargh, this is gonna be such a pain. Gotta find a way outta here… Huh?

Noble Bell College Student Council Advisor: Vice President, are you sure you don’t wish to speak with Malleus-san? I thought you’d been looking forward to doing so.

Noble Bell College Student Council Vice President: No, I think I shall refrain. He’s just got this tremendous aura about him. I could feel it even during their performance. It’s just…it’s hard to approach him, you know.

Ruggie (to himself): ….Shyeheehee. I just thought of something good.

Ruggie: Of course not, Sebek. We hear ya loud and clear. But listen, you got bigger fish to fry here. It’s that Noble Bell College VP! He was saying something like, he doesn’t wanna go talk to Malleus-san after hearing him sing!

Sebek: W-what!!! Is this true!?

Ruggie: My ears don’t lie, man. Jamil-kun, you heard him too, right?

Jamil: Yes. He certainly was saying something like that.

Sebek: To speak ill behind the Lord’s back like that! What impudence! I must go ensure he understands the error of his ways!

(Sebek storms off)

Ruggie: See you later!

Part 2

Sebek: You are the Vice President of the Noble Bell College Student Council, correct?

Noble Bell College Student Council Vice President: Yes, that is correct. And I believe you are…

Sebek: I am Sebek Zigvolt! Number One guard of our esteemed lord, Malleus Draconia! Your insolence precedes you! For you, a mere human, to speak ill of our Lord behind his back…! I hope you have readied yourself for what awaits you!

Noble Bell College Student Council Vice President: Umm, what on earth are you referring to?

Sebek: Don’t even try to feign ignorance! I’ve my proof already. Were you not saying earlier that you didn’t wish to approach Lord Malleus?

Noble Bell College Student Council Vice President: N-no! You’ve misunderstood! What I meant was that I felt intimidated by how formidable Malleus-san is. I said it without thinking. I apologize if it came off as a disparaging remark. Please forgive me!

Sebek: ……..

Sebek: Ah, I see! It is only natural for you to feel that way when in the presence of such greatness. Even more so if one is but a cowardly human! Though I may stand by our Lord’s side as his guard now, back when I first met him, I hadn’t even the courage to look up at him when graced by his presence. For you see, I thought it would be impertinent for me to even meet his gaze.

Noble Bell College Student Council Vice President: Is that so? Well, what happened that made you guys be so close now?

Sebek: Humph. As though one could earn Lord Malleus’s confidence just from one instance or two! Alas, you have a point… Perhaps what happened on that day really was a major turning point for me. Back in my homeland, Briar Valley, I would often go jogging through the forest as part of my training. On one of my runs, I happened to encounter Lord Malleus by chance.

Noble Bell College Student Council Vice President: In the middle of the forest, you mean?

Sebek: Correct. Normally, our Lord would reside in the royal castle, but on that day, he’d set off to call on my and Silver’s teacher. I just happened to be in the same area, and I was certainly quite surprised. In the presence of the Great One, I could not utter a single word. And yet, Lord Malleus said to me…

(Sebek has a flashback to the forest where he encountered Malleus)

Malleus: Ah, I see you are working hard on your training today, as well. Lilia has been praising your efforts. Keep up the good work.

(The flashback ends)

Sebek: Even now, I can still clearly remember those words he so graciously told me on that day. Ever since then, I’ve been even more committed to my training! And to improving myself, as well.

Noble Bell College Student Council Vice President: I didn’t know that Malleus-san had such a kind side to him… I kind of feel like I’ve gotten a bit closer to him now. When the next song begins, perhaps I shall muster up the courage to ask his hand for a dance.

Sebek: WHAT!!

Sebek: Scoundrel, try saying that again. You and our Lord…dancing together?! You shameless little human!

Noble Bell College Student Council Vice President: Huh???

Sebek: Ne’er thought I that one could speak out of line so. It appears you still have not thoroughly comprehended the greatness of our Lord. If that is so, then I, Sebek, shall drill it into you until every last fiber of your being understands!

Noble Bell College Student Council Vice President: Whether I try to be friendly with Malleus-san or keep my distance, this guy gets mad… What on earth am I supposed to do!?

(The scene transitions to sometime later, and we see Jamil and Ruggie observing the spectacle from afar)

Ruggie: Oh, my. The VP looks like he’s ‘bout to keel over. Poor guy.

Jamil: Funny, coming from the person who got him into that mess in the first place. If you feel that bad for him, why don’t you go lend him a hand?

Ruggie: This is an exchange event, my guy. I don’t wanna get in the way of their schmoozin’. I’d never do something so rude. We gotta let these Noble Bell College guys talk with Sebek-kun aaaall night long. Ya know, so they can deepen their friendship and all.

(The scene transitions back to Sebek and the NBC VP)

Noble Bell College Student Council Vice President: Thank you so much… I now… thoroughly understand the splendidness of Lord Malleus….Ugh. You’ve been screaming the words “Lord Malleus” so much it’s making my head spin…

Sebek: Oh, really? I’m still only at the beginning of my lecture, though…Nonetheless, there are many other Noble Bell College students here asides from you. I must see to it that all here obtain the proper understanding of our Lord’s greatness. Well then, I shall take my leave now. Farewell, human!

#sebek zigvolt #jamil viper #ruggie bucchi #twst #twisted wonderland #vignette #my tl #glorious masquerade

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The story describes a reunion of two childhood friends who lost contact for a decade. reader attended a concert of her friend Mark, who had become a successful idol, and was surprised when he dedicated a song to her. After the concert, Mark arranged for reader,his mom and her mother to meet him backstage, allowing them to reconnect after all those years apart.

w/c: 1,959

warnings: none so far

a/n: idk if I'm making a second part lmao

[2011]

It was a peaceful afternoon until you heard someone yell your name loudly “Y/N!” you looked to see who it was, it was mark, you waved at him as he walked up to you “wanna go to the court?” he said “sure but just make sure you wont hit me this time” you said jokingly “I swear I'm so much better now” he said as you both started walking towards the court.

a few moments of joking around made you both realize that you liked each other

at the court he was playing with the ball as you sat on one of the benches “you should play too, it’s really easy” he said as you rolled your eyes “don’t roll your eyes at me!” he said jokingly, “if you make one in ill play with you” you said, he chuckled and said “bet” as he was getting ready to dunk the ball he quickly said “Y/N this is for you!” as he threw the ball, you probably know by now that he didn’t get the ball in, you laughed loudly as he kept trying to shoot the ball “that was a warm up I swear” he said “whatever you say” you said.

[2012]

“I wanna attend the SM auditions” mark said “go ahead” you added, “yea but I feel like I’ll miss my family, friends and all those things” he said “yeah but its more of a once in a lifetime thing if you do go though” you said “yeah but-” he was about to say something before you cut him and say “didn’t you say this was your dream? you should do it” you added “I’ll audition if you come with me to the place” he said while glaring at you “fine” you said

[2013]

mark auditioned, and guess what, he’s a trainee now,

big time skip, like very big

[2023]

It’s been a while since you’ve both spoken to each other as you both lost contact, he would sometimes ask his mom on how you were cause your mom’s were best friends, but for those times where he did his mom never really told him how you were and just teased him about it.

you recently saw that mark was going on tour and that he was going to your city.

you came home and checked your phone as your mom sent you a text saying “Marks mom is in the city, come over for dinner” you smiled seeing the text as you were happy that they were still friends, you quickly texted her back with a simple “okay”.

time skip bloop

you arrived at your moms house with flowers as a gift for the both of them, you knocked on the door as your mom opened it “hi honey” she said while taking your coat off and hanging it while marks mom walks towards the both of you, “hello” you said shyly as the three of you sat down at the dining table, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you Y/N, how are you” marks mom said “I’m doing good, just busy with school” you said, “aish this girl never goes out its irritating” your mom said as you sat there looking offended “so Y/N are you dating?” Mrs. lee said as you almost chocked on your own spit, both of them look at you concerned and curious “no, I just don’t have the time” you said with a grin on your face.

time skip again cause why not

“I was thinking of attending marks concert, but I don’t wanna go alone so can you both come with me” Mrs. lee said with a smile on her face, your mom gladly said yes and as you were about to say that u cant your mom stopped you saying “its one day off of school, your friends wont miss you that much” your mom said already knowing that you would say that you cant, “ill come with” you say with a defeated look.

[2011 march]

a few moments of joking around made you both realize that you liked each other

[2012]

[2013]

mark auditioned, and guess what, he’s a trainee now,

big time skip, like very big

[2023]

you recently saw that mark was going on tour and that he was going to your city.

time skip bloop

time skip again cause why not

time skip

you guys arrived at the venue, and while waiting for them to come out a fan next to you asked “who’s your bias?’ with a smile on their face so obviously excited for them to perform you chuckled before you said “I like all of them, what about you?” the fan smiled as she said “I bias mark! I just love everything he does” and you agreed with her, as a few moments went by and you guys were still talking and the screams kept getting louder and louder, and that’s when you knew it. you knew that he finally achieved his dream of becoming an idol who was beloved by many, but also as a person that was still loved and respected by many, you couldn’t imagine how proud his family and his members were of him, you, you already knew how proud you were of him the moment that he decided that he would attend the auditions.

they appeared on stage and the crowd yelled like there was no tomorrow, you could feel the excitement through your veins, and you liked that.

as they were going through the crowd and focusing the camera on people that they recognized, like family, friends and co-idols and just fans in general, the camera focused on Mrs. lee and you and your mom, which caused you to freeze in place as the fan that you were talking to earlier made fun of you.

as you were frozen marks heart skipped a beat, well because his mom was there and they were gonna perform in those damn glass boxes but because of you too, he always wondered what you’ve been up to, and he has the chance now, well after the concert technically.

after they greeted the fans they all went to their places and mark had an idea as the first song they were gonna perform was very dear to him, why? it was a song that he wrote about you.

as they were getting ready to say, mark says four words, four words that are very familiar to you, he says “this is for you” while looking at you before they all start singing as his members look at him in terror knowing that they’ll get an earful later because of him.

time skip

The concert is over, you and the girl exchanged numbers as you made a new friend! mark has wanted to talk to you three so he begged his manager to let you guys backstage, you asked your mom if you could go home now but she wouldn’t let her as she wanted you and your childhood friend to meet again.

as the three of you arrived backstage you felt as if the world was gonna collapse under you, so you told her that u were gonna go to the restroom.

as the two of them arrived there the members greeted them with their full energy while mark was so obviously looking for something, or someone, “she’s at the restroom” his mom said with a smile on her face, mark quickly said “who?” to try to defend himself, his mother said “don’t act dumb, I know who you’re looking for, I just wanna know why you want to find her” mark sighed in defeat as he said “well we grew up together and she was my best friend” “and I miss her too” he quickly added, “that’s all?” said your mom and members in chorus.

“well-” he said before he saw you walking past, everyone confused they look in the same direction he was looking at and well, shockingly enough, it was you.

#mark lee fluff #mark lee x reader #mark lee imagines #mark lee scenarios #mark lee drabbles #nct dream fluff #nct 127 fluff #nct fluff

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