#pls what a grouch

[riaki]

a spritz of peppermint | megumi fushiguro x reader

pt.6 of christmas event! cw: petnames i think idk, not proofread, there’s probably other stuff i’m missing but wtv happy birthday the prettiest king pls come back the food is cold

today is a very special day.

megumi notices that you rise early— mostly because when he wakes up in the morning, rubbing his sleep-heavy eyes groggily with a groan, he notices you’re not there. he rolls over, and smacks his face into cold sheets, devoid of your heat.

it pisses him off. so he starts his special day out as a grouch.

when he eventually crawls out of bed and makes his way into the kitchen after pulling on some sweats, though— he stops just short of the threshold to that sweet smelling cozy haven you love to spend your time in. the scent of pine needles and fresh chocolate orange wafts across the space, warm and welcoming and awfully wintery. he’s impartial to the cold— but he likes seeing your nose get red, so he guesses that’s one point positive.

“megumi?” your soft voice drifts across the open space, and the frost around his grumpy heart melts just a little; a crack in the frozen surface of the lake.

he reluctantly emerges from the shadow of the hallway, past the bundle of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. the thought causes a memory to flash across his mind— your sweet smile and your prettier laugh; a distinct feeling of fuzzy warmth like a knitted sweater spreading across his cheeks when you pulled him close by the sleeve of his shirt and leaned in—

he shakes his head, trying to dash the stray thought. he’s supposed to be mad. it has no right to be there.

“why’d you get up so early?” he sighs heavily as he joins you at your side, scratching the back of his neck and running a hand through his unruly hair. you smiled sheepishly, turning to face him and you wrap your arms around his middle, squeezing lightly as a silent apology. he takes it with a grumble, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his face in your hair to bask in the scent of home before pulling away.

“it’s a secret.” you grinned, and he glares down at you, clicking his teeth in annoyance. you just laugh like the angel you are, leaving no room for guilt. you’re wearing one of his sweaters; you smell like him, and he supposes it makes up for the way you ditched him this morning.

“i expect compensation.” he grumbles, leaning against the counter as he watches you move about the kitchen, pale winter sunlight painting you like an ethereal dancer beneath the surface of misty lake water, crystal clear in your beauty. it’s mesmerizing.

you laughed, and his teeth dig into his bottom lip. “what, missed me? were you feeling lonely, gumi?” you smiled.

he just shoots you a piercing glare, the color of icicles in his eyes, but the warmth of your grin melts it away. you spend the next few moments in a comfortable silence, preparing a french toast topped with sweet berries and powdered sugar that looks so soft megumi could probably sink into it, until your lovely voice breaks the crisp morning silence.

“want black coffee?”

…

that’s weird. he never hesitates. and you know he takes his coffee black; of course you do. not because he wants to look cool, or look suave in another person’s eyes… well, except for you, of course. but not in the area of caffeine doses. and to be perfectly clear, all he needs is a dose of you to get him going.

he clears his throat. “can you make me hot chocolate?”

you pause, and he almost wants to bite his tongue off. why is he so embarrassed? but you just chuckle, like morning bird song across fresh dew on the grass.

“switching it up, huh? that’s cute.” you hum, and his face burns hot like embers in a brick fireplace. he coughs, throat scratchy like the pricks of a pinecone— but you make no note of it, simply going about your day.

he’s content to watch as you fish around in the rum-colored cabinets, pulling out a crinkly bag of cocoa powder. you put him on milk microwaving duty and he busies himself, lithe pale fingers unscrewing the carton of milk and pouring it into his favorite little painted dog mug. you were the one who’d made it; that silly little ceramics class you insisted on taking clearly didn’t help you too much in the way of smoothing down the bumps and blotches on the mug, but it holds your fingerprint, so he might as well memorize the shape of your hands when you’re not there.

megumi’s snapped back to reality when you grab a candy cane from the mini tree you decorated together sitting on the kitchen counter, smashing it up in the wrappings to mix the pepperminty dust with the cocoa powder. he eyes the pile of holiday drug warily as he brings the steaming mug over, placing it before you and leaning against the counter again to watch you work your mystery magic.

“that looks like brown cocai—”

“shh, megumi. keep your pretty mouth shut, please.”

he’s about to butt in again, lips parted before he presses them together irritatedly and resigns to sulk in silence.

you pour the hot chocolate mix into the milk, swishing it together as it forms a pretty spiral of cocoa; the color of dark chai and chocolate tart. he’s content to watch in silence, humming some christmas carol he’d overheard you listening to one gray afternoon— until he realizes you’re opening a bag of those sickeningly sweet and fluffy marshmallows he’d bought you on a whim. he only did it because his mentor told him they made the best gifts, but he’s beginning to realize it was the sweet tooth talking.

“hey— wait… are you going to put those in there, pretty?” he asks, putting a gentle hand on your wrist to stop you from vigorously emptying the bag into his poor victimized hot chocolate mug.

you glance up at him and flash a toothy grin, giving him one of those looks that makes his heart skip a beat. “trust me, gumi! you’re gonna love it.” you laughed, shrugging his hand off, and his lips curve downward. less because of the marshmallows that are toppling into his mug with a splash and more so because you freed yourself from his grasp.

obviously, you notice— your eyebrows knit together, a pinch of guilt weighing upon them like the snow on the streets outside. but it’s wiped away as quickly as it comes; before he knows it, you’re walking away with a bounce in your step, disappearing behind the counter before re-emerging with something behind your back.

“don’t look so sad, gumi. here,” you say, the cadence of your voice as soft and playful as he ever remembers it being when you pull a bunch of roses from behind your back. the bouquet is small and there’s dirt clinging to the stems— but his heart melts at the thought that you hand-picked them, prickly thorns and all, for him. “happy birthday,” you whispered, and his walls break.

“you’re not so different from them, you know.” you hummed, smiling as he takes them from you and gives you an inquisitive, quiet look. “you might be a little prickly on the outside, but you’re just as beautiful. you just have to look a little past the thorns.”

he feels his face flush; at this point, it’s probably as red as the stray candy cane shavings melting in his mug and the vibrant petals of the roses. he splutters and mumbles something annoyed under his breath, but he’s sure you can hear the undercurrent of fondness and affection weaves into each syllable like the beats of his heart, where you’re so close to. megumi thinks you might’ve just cut him open and made a home in his ribcage.

the bunch of handpicked roses for his special day sit on the marble counter dusted with cocoa powder and candy cane shavings, marshmallows bobbing at the surface of his hot chocolate like apples in a bucket as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in to press his lips insistently to yours, slow and tender like the way he always loves you. his hands curl around your sides, as if to ground you there; freeze the time in this bubble of warmth, forgetting the chill outside to warm his hands on your skin. you’re so little in his arms; he wants to hold you and never let you go, to keep you under his tree and have you make hot chocolate for him instead of black coffee every morning he wakes up, because it’s fine if you’re not there in bed— as long as you’re waiting for him with open arms elsewhere.

and when he kisses you, he realizes he might not need his hot cocoa to warm his stomach— your lips are as soft and pillowy sweet as the marshmallows melting in his mug, filled with steaming hot cocoa and all the love he could ever wrap his heart in this cozy winter; his christmas gift to you.

he’s grateful today is a special day, if only because of you and his sweet little painted dog mug filled with your heartwarming love.

stop this was so close to being late my (riaki) stuff. don’t repost and/or plagiarize !

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[onlyseokmins]

tipsy • l.s.m.

Pairing: lee seokmin x afab!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), established relationship!au, drunk/tipsy (consexual) sex

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, oral (m&f receiving), multiple orgasms (reader), wee bit fingering, banter, unprotected sex and cumming inside, and them just being tipsy drunk and so sickeningly in love 🤢 as always pls lmk if i missed smth

WC: 3.5k

A/N: thank you for your utmost patience @katetattoolover 🥺❤️ I hope this finds you well and you enjoy this, I adore you <3 as this is a request, there isn't a taglist FYI my tagging lovelies 🫡 anyways I think I lost my touch but I hope y'all enjoy this after not posting for a hot second

"What's two minus one?"

"… One?"

"Yeah, you're my number one and the love of my life."

Drying off your face, you sneak a peek at your boyfriend staring intently into the large mirror of your shared bathroom. "Are you flirting… with yourself?"

He gasps, affronted. "No! 'm in a very committed relationship with someone special, thank you very much. Can't you see?" 

When his arm waves vigorously to the side, all you can do is stick your tongue out at your own reflection he's gesturing toward. "Yep, that's me!"

"No, you're a figment of my imagination trying to seduce me. Kept staring at me all night, 'm not stupid."

"That's 'cause you're hot."

He was. Seokmin's best look was a white dress shirt and jeans. And the way he kept loosening the buttons as he relaxed further into the evening with more and more glasses of alcohol made him all the tastier. How could you not stare at the man that was all yours?

"You're a demon," your partner continues to grouch and then turns to face the real you with a very, very serious look on his face. He's lucky you're just starting to sober up enough so you won't accidentally burst into laughter, at least cognizant enough of his feelings that were extremely fragile at the moment. "Now this is the real thing." 

Brushing back dark wet bangs with your fingers, you can't help but smile when he leans into your touch. "I'm just a thing?"

"No! You're more than a thing… you're… you're…" 

You can practically see the gears struggling to turn in his brain. "This is why I told Jeonghan to stop topping off your glass 'cause look at you now, baby, you're so drunk."

"'m not drunk, 'm Seokmin."

"Yes, yes you are."

"And I was excited."

"You were."

"And I'm so so so so proud of you."

You gaze into his shiny brown irises that hold galaxies of love for you. The same ones you kept meeting as they followed you around the room after Joshua pulled you away so the group could congratulate you properly for all of your hard work. Looking at you with so much pride and adoration that you returned, causing your friends to jokingly gag at how in love you both were. The beautiful eyes that crinkle up in a gorgeous eye smile when you've had a long day, gauging your movements with concern to try and provide whatever comfort he can. 

Those lovely and familiar orbs now look like they might shed tears at any moment.

You pat his flushed cheek. "What's wrong?"

"I just love you lots."

"I love you too, Seok, so don't cry." You stagger back when he buries his face in your neck, thrown off by the sudden weight because you're still a little tipsy yourself.

"'m not crying."

"Maybe we should go lay down now?"

He nods and releases you from his grasp — thankfully — and you can't help but chuckle at the mixture of water and tears that shine on his skin. After wiping them away, you take his hand in yours and lead him into the bedroom.

"Why don't you seem drunk?"

"'Cause someone kept drinking from my glass."

"I'll beat their ass."

You quirk an eyebrow at him teasingly. "So you'll beat your own? Kinky, didn't know you were into that."

His mouth opens and closes like a fish before he shouts, "That's because!", before clearing his throat and repeating quieter. "That's because 'Han kept filling it up when you weren't looking."

"Yeah, he was a real gremlin tonight, probably had everyone drinking double what they should be while Cheol and Gyu only enabled it by splurging on a crap ton of alcohol."

In the end, no one really meant any malicious harm. They wanted to celebrate with you and Seokmin at your house, bringing over a truckload of food, drinks, and a vast amount of different shit only twelve men plus their partners managed to get their hands on. Still, over half of them had passed out before midnight and it took well until two in the morning for the entire crew to sober up safely and leave a little bit ago.

Even the waters you and Seokmin had been sipping on since didn't alleviate the buzz that still rang in your ears. However, that didn't really matter as you tumble into bed together. It was soon drowned out by muffled giggles and eventual light snores when you both dozed off.

You wake up not much later, feeling extra warm. The covers have all ended up wrapped and tangled around you. Seokmin must be feeling the same, the robe he'd had on earlier discarded on the floor. Shirtless, his bare back facing you is illuminated by the moonlight slipping through the curtains. As if under a spell, you can't help but reach out and trace light circles along his shoulder blades with your nails. 

"You up?" he asks and turns to sleepily smile at you when your movements halt, "hi."

"Hey, you."

"I'm hot."

"Yeah, you are."

"No," he pouts, "I'm like super warm." 

After placing a hand on his forehead, a frown slightly turns your lips downwards because he is heating up, sweat glistening at his hairline. "Are you feeling okay? Here, let me go get you — "

"Stay," a warm hand grabs at your arm before you can move away, "make it better."

"That's what I'm trying to do, doofus."

"Mhm, but you know how you can help me, right?" Seokmin brings your fingertips to graze along his chest with a lazy grin. "You'll make me feel alright again, yeah baby? Do it for me?"

He's released his grip but your fingers continue to trail downward, snorting as his smirk grows wider. "If you wanted to get sucked off so badly, all you had to do was ask."

"I did tho, didn't I?" His eyelashes flutter when you start to play with the waistband of his boxers. "I was a good boy, right? You always know what I need."

It's a little ironic, really. Although you're simply teasing each other, it's very rare for your boyfriend to give in to his own wants and needs, even during sex. He's a pleaser, a giver, and a dedicated lover. So, it's no surprise to feel an overwhelming ego boost when he's pliant beside you, asking sweetly for your touch with puppy dog eyes no one can resist.

"You're always so good to me," you assure and lean to peck at his lips, minty breaths mingling together. Then you're marking his jaw with kisses that trail down his neck, underneath his pecs, past his abs, and lower and lower until you're sliding off his boxers. "Gonna treat you like you deserve, baby."

His soft "thank you, love" melts into a desperate whine when you finally unclothe him and wrap your hands around his cock. It lies hot and heavy against your palm causing you to instinctively lick your lips, jaw already aching. Meeting his lidded gaze that's simply waiting for your next movement, you can't help but giggle when he raises an eyebrow at the mischievous way you smile before blowing lightly at his hardening length.

"Hey!" Seokmin yelps, hips jerking up in shock, "what was that for?"

"Just cooling you down, babe."

"Don't tease me," he huffs in indignation before lifting his pelvis up on purpose, brushing the head of his cock against your bottom lip. "Please."

When the love of your life begs so sweetly like that, who are you to resist? Licking the smear of precum left behind ignites a hungry spark that glints in your eyes — and you give into what you both want. 

Your tongue eagerly laps up the leaking salty excess as your lips wrap around his sizable girth. Alternating between sucking, licking, swirling, and even grazing your teeth carefully along the underside of his cock as you work him deeper and further into your mouth. It's sloppy and pornographically loud. No rhyme or reason with the way your brain is still muddled with the faint buzz of alcohol and sleep, mixed with a lot of good, horny feelings. 

Seokmin loves it best that way… if his whimpered praises are anything to go by. 

"God, baby, look how gorgeous you are like this. Treat me so well always, love you so much, shit… best thing that ever happened to me."

Head thrown back to display how his Adam's apple bobs when he feels the way your throat constricts around the tip before you pull off slightly. His hips unapologetically take on a mind of their own, gently thrusting back and forth to hear more of those pretty gagging sounds you make for him.

It feels too good and he's afraid he won't be able to stop. Seokmin knows you'll tap his thigh if you need a break but you're as far gone into it as he is. Moaning freely, pussy clenching painfully around nothing, and drooling saliva that leaks all the way down his balls. You don't want him to stop, crazed by how he's using you like his perfect little toy to get off.

But he pulls away all too suddenly — mainly to let you breathe — but before you can reach back out to take him into your mouth again, he's pulling you up by your shoulders. Stealing your breath again but this time with a kiss. Gently soothing your abused mouth with soft licks and pecks, humming in contemplation.

"This what I taste like?"

"Mhm, pretty yummy, huh?"

Your boyfriend thinks it's sexy that you like it but — there's something he obviously enjoys more. "It's alright, I guess… I prefer having you on my tongue instead, though."

You should've known what was coming next but you still squeal in surprise when he's urging you out of your sleep shorts and underwear. Muttering something about "gotta eat this pretty pussy out" before he's commanding you to sit on his face.

You're a little caught off guard by the delay of his pleasure but all you can do is obediently position your thighs around his head, slipping back into the standard mode of operation that Seokmin usually revels in anyways.

One of your hands flies out to support your weight, gripping onto the headboard while the other threads through his bangs because your man might be a little too excited to stick his tongue inside. 

"Aw baby," he practically growls, "look at how nice and wet you are from just a little sucking on my dick." The vibrations cause you to shiver and you feel his lips quirk up in a devious smirk at that. "Cute."

His tongue runs along your folds with little kitten licks paired with harsh sucks. He's awfully eager for someone who has eaten you out many times before but that's simply because he's addicted. The groans Seokmin makes put your earlier noises to shame. You might've been embarrassed if your own loud moans weren't drowning him out.

"Fuck, Seok… you're so good at this," you pant and rock your hips, grinding down just a little. 

He grunts in approval, appreciation, and acknowledgment. It's more than true. Even when he was new at giving oral, his efforts and features made up for whatever uncertainty he held. 

You would continue to suck him off while he ate you out if possible. But the way his nose brushes and nudges against your clit just right as it always does… you've never thought to switch up positions. What a shame, really.

It takes everything in you to lean back. Seokmin is none the wiser, thinking you're only shifting in the heat of the moment for more enjoyment until your hand fumbles for his cock behind you. He jolts at your touch, tapping your thigh. You struggle to lift up, barely any strength thanks to your trembling thighs. 

"What're you doing?"

"Wanna jerk you off."

"Yeah?" he snickers, naughty fingers stroking your outer pussy lips to gather up your wetness before slipping inside to replace his tongue for a bit. It's the absolute fear of potentially crushing his windpipe that prevents you from ultimately collapsing (and maybe the strong hand on your hip). "But I wanna feel you wrapped around me and I don't mean your hand."

"What are you gonna do about it then?" you challenge. As if the smirk on his face doesn't exist when you clench tightly around his three fingers at the mere mention of his cock inside you. They curl up to brush against the bundle of nerves that causes you to writhe in pleasure.

Seokmin watches you with a lazy grin. Although love always shines in his eyes, lust is overtaking that wholesome glimmer with a carnality that has you shaking without even reaching a climax yet. He knows this and relishes it.

"What am I doing about it? Hmm, I think I'll have to make sure you cum at least once so you can take my dick properly. Gotta loosen you up, like the loving boyfriend I am." His fingers begin moving at a rapid pace, taking you by surprise. With a squeal, you nearly drop right down on him. "Isn't that right, baby?"

"Ah…. yes!"

He nudges you forward a little bit, satisfied with your response. Pulling his hands away from your body completely, you feel the bundle of nerves snap just as he releases his grip. Your orgasm hits the minute Seokmin's lips meet your lower ones and you both moan in tandem. Loud enough to rival a porn star when he starts sucking like a heathen and laps up the wetness that spills out of your hole with your release.

You clamber off of him — very ungracefully — and flop down on your side, trying to catch your breath. "You're insane."

"You love it."

"Just because you think you're right, doesn't mean you have to say it."

Seokmin grins and licks his fingers clean before they softly cup your cheek. When he turns to face you, his cock slaps lightly against your thigh, reminding you he hasn't cum yet. But he's in no rush, leisurely kissing you before it deepens and you taste each other on both of your tongues.

"I'm always right," he mumbles, tongue brushing across your lips, "because you do taste the best between the two of us."

You slap his arm. "Stop!"

"You didn't deny it so I win."

"Do you want to fuck around and not have sex or would you rather I go to sleep?"

"Now, now," he chastises sweetly and nudges you so your back is pressed tightly against his firm, broad chest. "Be nice, sweetheart."

You roll your eyes. "I can't with you, oh my go — "

But your "Omigod" changes from annoyed to breathless when his large, warm hand fondles your chest while the other teasingly nudges the tip of his cock between your folds. 

"What were you saying?" Seokmin mocks in a sickeningly sweet voice but you can only moan in response. "Uh-huh, that's what I thought."

He's tortuously slow. Although, it's not entirely on purpose. He's still too out of it to have the energy to change positions and even as much as he enjoys watching you bounce yourself silly on top of him, he figures you don't have the strength to do so. 

But this is somehow even better. You gasp, feeling every single thick, long, big inch of him enter you while pressing hot kisses against the back of your neck. 

"You're so pretty," he murmurs once he's bottomed out. The two of you stay still like that, simply reeling in the emotional connection — emotionally and quite literally — wrapped in one another's warmth. "My love."

"I adore you. Sometimes. More often than not."

He chuckles. "Is that so?"

After a while, you're wiggling your hips and signaling to your boyfriend that he can move if he wants to. You're honestly impressed with his control, wondering how long he plans on prolonging his raging boner. Not that you're complaining. You're more than happy to cockwarm him at any time around the clock. But it has to be slightly painful to stay hard for that long.

Seokmin's thrusts aren't rushed but they're by no means set in a smooth, consistent rhythm, betraying his desperation. It might just be the alcohol canceling out any sharp movements and it makes you consider having sex a little bit more often this way. Indulging in an open-mouthed kiss that's equally as relaxed and sensual as his pace, you could almost fall asleep again in the most delicious way. 

But of course, Seokmin is having none of that.

"You can give me one more right, baby?"

"Mhm."

His hand leaves your breasts, easily finding your clit.  Playing with it languidly, just enough that you're buzzing with anticipation but not enough to tip you over that edge quite yet. Your partner likes to think that he knows your body extremely well by now. And he thinks he enjoys finding out how you respond in this position, pressed against him in such an intimate way.

He loves eye contact, the expressions you make on your pretty face, the way you grip and mark up his back and biceps with your nails. But now, Seokmin can feel how you tremble in his arms, the tiny shift in movements when you unconsciously grind your ass across his abs every time you take his cock deep inside your perfect pussy. Fingers tugging on the tiny hairs on his neck, encouraging him to nibble on the top of your shoulder.

And when — oh, god — when you release the grip on his strands of hair and place your hand over his that's remained stationary the whole time on your hip bone, interlocking your digits together — he thinks he might cum on the spot.

Both his balls and heart are heavy and full of an incredible amount of love for you. He admits it repeatedly in your ear, thrusts turning more into a sloppy, erratic mess as he gives into chasing his high.

"Adore you so much, god, you're everything to me. You know that right?"

You grip the bedsheets with your other hand when you feel yourself start to jostle and slide upwards at his movement. "Love you too. So much, baby."

"Can you cum for me one more time, my pretty love? Soak my dick so I can fill you up nicely?"

"Yeah, I can. I can do it."

Your tongues tangle again, this time with a bit more aggression as you both help each other reach that peak. You reach your second climax first, not as intense as before but enough that you're clenching so tight around Seokmin and dripping down his aching cock as asked that he has no choice but to finally snap and let go.

The sounds he makes are pussy-fluttering, a breathy, drawn out moan directly in your ear followed by a low, satisfied grunt. His hips never falter until every drop is spilled inside, filling you up just as he promised. It's as warm and thick as the alcohol working itself out. You feel drowsy and sated in the best way possible.

Your dedicated, hard working lover must feel the same because he hasn't moved. Of course, he hasn't let go of your hand, body clinging to yours, softening cock still inside you as he sighs in content and nuzzles your neck.

"Do you feel better?"

"Yeah."

You try to wiggle out of his grasp but he doesn't let go. "Seok, we need to clean up."

"'m tired."

"Well, Mr. Sleepyhead, we can rest after."

"We already showered, though."

"A cold one will make you feel good." Despite the way Seokmin still feels extremely hot to the touch, little goosebumps prickle along his skin at the mention of a cold shower. You pat his forearm. "I'll help you wash up."

"Okay." 

It's a relief he acquiesces, knowing it would be difficult to escape his grip if he decided not to budge. His cheeks are still flushed cutely but you have to snort at the way his skin manages to glow so handsome and perfectly with that after sex, post-orgasmic effect.

"No shower sex," you threaten.

He pouts. "I dunno what you're talking about. 'm literally too tired to even move. Who knows, you might be the one to jump me."

"I would never! Besides you're the one who's always surprising me but either way you're going to have to get up." You roll over and stand, pulling at his arm when he refuses to release his grasp on your hand. "C'mon, babe."

"Alright, alright." He's about to make a comment of how energetic you are until he sees you wince and limp a bit toward the bathroom. You know he knows but choose to ignore his smirk. "Does sex help prevent hangovers?"

"I have no idea but I've heard it's supposed to help with headaches."

"Let me know if you have one tomorrow."

"Seokmin!"

"'m just saying."

"You're gonna fuck me either way. But we're sleeping in, it's already like five in the morning."

"You're right. On both accounts."

You hand him a glass of water with a scowl. "You can be so annoying."

"But you love me."

"Lucky that I honestly really do. Now come here so I can wash your hair."

"Yes, yes right away, love."

onlyseokmins: Novemeber 2022 ©

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[one-boring-person]

Hello lovie!

I'm so glad to see your back on track, and I'd have a request if it's ok with you!

Would it be possible to do Sodo x Reader ice skating and/or borrowing hat/gloves/coat?

(sfw pls)

If both prompts are a problem please do as it suits you best and take all the time you need.

I'm really glad to see you're back🥺🌹

Thank you for requesting! I hope you like this!☺️💛

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Sodo/Dewdrop x reader

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The chill of the ice rink quickly starts to bite at my bare hands, reddening my cheeks slowly but surely. Internally, I curse myself for wearing such a thin coat over my habit, regretting the decision as a shiver wracks my body; I should've known I'd get colder than I usually anticipate. Once again, I find myself asking why Sodo asked me here so late at night. 

The fire ghoul waits for me by the gap in the rink wall, dangling a pair of old skates from his gloved hand. Naturally, he looks almost unfazed by the freezing air, though he still wears a thick coat over his slender torso, his mask also sitting somewhat awkwardly over a woolen scarf that circles his neck. The chrome metal glitters in the flickering light coming from the ropes of fairy lights that surround the rink, his eyes glowing brightly behind the black sockets. As he sees me, the ghoul pushes off the wall and comes over, chirping quietly in greeting.

“You'd better have a good reason for dragging me out here so late at night,” I tease him, feigning a yawn.

He rolls his eyes, humor dancing in his amber irises.

“And you'd better have a good reason for wearing next to nothing in the middle of a December night,” He retorts, batting me gently with his tail, “You'll freeze to death, dressed like that.”

“I'll be fine,” I reassure him, turning to look out over the rink.

For whatever reason, this year the clergy had decided to splash out on providing a sizeable ice rink for the members of the church to use over the winter months. As expected, siblings and ghouls alike had rejoiced at the news and eagerly awaited its arrival on the first of December. Not a day later and the glassy ice is already riddled with gashes and grooves from countless skates. I've yet to use it, but Sodo had asked me during the day if I'd come meet him there at midnight. Who am I to refuse?

“So what's the occasion?” I glance back at him, lifting an eyebrow.

“Well,” Sodo shuffles his feet a little, “I was wondering if you might help me.”

I frown, “Help you?”

“Yeah, help me.” He sighs, “I'm not very good at skating.”

I blink at him owlishly for a moment, only just able to restrain the sudden swell of laughter that bubbles up in my throat as I process what he's said. His eyes narrow through the eye holes and I can only imagine the little scowl that adorns his features.

“Don't laugh at me,” He complains, clearly pouting.

It takes me a minute to fight back my amusement enough to respond.

“I'm sorry, I just-” I bite back another giggle, “I just thought all you ghouls were good at this stuff.”

“I'm a ghoul, not a figure skater,” Sodo grouches, tail whipping behind him.

“Clearly.”

He thumps me on the back with the appendage.

“If you're just gonna laugh-”

“No, no, sorry. I'll help you.” I pull myself together, smiling at him as I realise the ask for help is more sweet than funny.

“Good,” He huffs.

Together, we sit on one of the nearby benches, pulling our skates on. He watches carefully as I lace up the old pair I'd bought with me, copying the movements I make meticulously. His long fingers make quick work of the task even with his gloves on. Before long, the two of us are standing by the gap in the wall, ready to set out onto the ice. A rush of excitement fizzes through my veins as I step out, the blades of my skates slipping only slightly before I've got my balance. Unable to help myself, I push out and do a small loop to get myself back into the hang of things, circling around the entrance where Sodo waits, his eyes locked on me. 

“You want a hand?” I call out, skating back to him.

“No…” He growls, gripping the wall tightly before stepping over the edge.

Almost instantly, the ghoul's foot slides forwards, his body lurching forwards before he catches himself with a sharp hiss. By his side now, I put a hand on his elbow, gently urging him upright until he's standing on his own on the ice. I go to pull away, only to notice that he's shaking, his legs trembling almost violently. I don't get a chance to say anything, the fire ghoul clumsily pushing himself into a shaky glide. Unsurprisingly, he doesn't get very far before he has to grab the side again. 

It doesn't stop him, though, and he tries again, nearly falling in the process.

“Hey, you can take it slow, you know.” I remind him, watching the awkward process unfold.

“I am,” He responds, sounding strained.

He pushes away from the side again, this time getting a few strides in before he loses his balance, falling straight onto his knees. I'm by his side instantly.

“Shit, are you alright?”

The ghoul shakes me off, grumbling something as he tries to push himself up, only to stumble back onto the ice. This time, Sodo stays there, letting out a frustrated whine. A tightness appears in my chest at the sight of the downcast ghoul.

I move in front of him, taking his hands in mine.

“Come on, let's do it together.” I smile at him, rubbing my thumbs over his covered knuckles.

Sodo nods, gripping my hands tightly as his amber eyes lock onto mine. Counting to three, I step up onto one knee, giving him the leverage he needs to do the same before helping him upright as I stand properly. This time, the fire ghoul keeps his balance, still watching me closely.

“Good, now just make small steps going forwards,” I instruct him, moving backwards as he begins, “A bit like a duck.”

Ever the quick learner given the right help, Sodo swiftly transitions from the awkward waddling into a stilted glide, getting into the rhythm he needs. Between us, we manage our first loop, Sodo's technique having improved greatly. Before I can get him to do another, however, he stops me at the entrance, letting go of me to lean against the wall. Confusion briefly settles in my mind until I see him grip the bottom of the silver mask, pulling it off along with his usual balaclava. Immediately, I look away.

“What, do you think I'm ugly?” The ghoul snorts, placing the mask down audibly, “You can look, (Y/n). I wouldn't take it off if I didn't want you to.”

Blushing, I return my gaze to him, trying not to stare at his strikingly good looks. A small smirk curves his thin lips, his unglamored cheeks already reddening from the cold. 

“A-are you ready to keep going?” I curse myself internally for the stutter, wrapping my arms around myself as I realise now how cold I've gotten just by standing around.

“Yeah, I'm good to go,” He responds, frowning a little at me.

Trying not to fall, he pulls his jacket from his frame, skating over to me with newfound confidence. Before I can say a word, he drapes the garment around my shoulders, helping me push my arms through. A gasp threatens to fall from my lips at the sudden comfort of his characteristic warmth surrounding my freezing torso. Left just in his scarf and gloves over his uniform, Sodo steps back and looks me up and down, a soft smile spreading over his face.

“Thanks, Sodo,” I murmur appreciatively, glancing uncertainly up at him, “Aren't you cold?”

“Fire ghoul, remember?” He teases, batting me gently with his tail.

“Oh right, yeah,” I laugh, shaking my head, trying hard not to be obvious about breathing his addictive scent in from the coat around my shoulders, drowning myself in cinnamon and smoke, “Ready to keep going?”

With some encouragement, Sodo manages to skate by my side this time, holding my hand tightly as he glides along beside me. A broad grin splits his face, triumph glittering in his eyes at his improvement as we complete another couple of laps. This time as we stop, he wraps me in a tight hug, his tail twining around my leg. 

“Thanks, (Y/n),” He hums, pulling back a little to look me in the eye.

“Anytime, Sodo,” I respond, somewhat thrown off by his sudden affection.

Grinning, he knocks his horns lightly against my forehead - a gesture I've seen other ghouls do with each other - before he moves to do another lap. Blinking, it's all I can do to follow after him.

#break writes #the band ghost #ghost band #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul #dewdrop ghoul x reader #dewdrop x reader #sodo x reader #sodo ghoul x reader #ice skating #writing #prompts #fire ghoul

[folatefangirl]

On The Darkest Corner of the Heart

A comment on how Booktwt, Booklr, and Booktok media reactivity has lost the plot

Or, I think y'all need to log off and touch some grass and think about your actions for a hot minute. Note: This rant is a tad long, because I'm fucking pissed.

Disclaimer 1: I don't personally know the author of this book or anyone screenshotted in the drama. We aren't friends. I have no reason to either defend nor criticize these people, except for the fact that I've been a primary reader of self-pub and indie books for almost a decade now, and yes, including romances that some people don't consider worthy of civility. I'm also a queer healthcare worker.

Disclaimer 2: I don't want anyone mentioned/screenshotted here to be spammed with hate. Please do NOT contact them, including any authors mentioned. I included the primary actors for the current drama primarily so people don't claim I'm talking out of my ass.

Book blurb:

Forbidden. That's what they are to each other. Maddie Stevens has never felt good enough. Not good enough to keep her parents’ love. Not good enough to be independent and stop being her brother’s problem. Not good enough to build the future she wants. When she injures her ankle before a ballet audition that could change her career forever, she’s convinced her life is over at twenty-one. What’s the point of having dreams when they can go down the drain at any moment? And because the universe has a cruel sense of humor, her physical therapist turns out to be a tank-shaped grouch who doesn’t even seem to like her that much. It’s totally unfair that, for six weeks, she’s forced to look at that handsome beard and listen to that deep voice that makes her head all dizzy. Top that with the fact that he’s ten years her senior, and falling for James Simmons is a recipe for disaster. But when their forced proximity makes the lines start blurring, the forbidden temptation becomes impossible to resist.

The Timeline:

Events preceding 2023: Lisina Coney, author of The Darkest Corner of the Heart, was born in 1999 in northern Spain. She worked as a translator prior to publishing books.

Initially I thought these books were only self-published, but in fact are published under the formerly indie publisher Page & Vine, founded by romance novelist Meredith Wild.

January 27th, 2023: The Brightest Light of Sunshine is published by nearly 24-year-old Lisina Coney. On Goodreads, it currently sits at 3.87 stars as of today, February 10th, 2024, with 27,727 ratings and 3,592 reviews. Note: For a small-time author, especially for a debut novel, these numbers are huge.

May 2023, Page & Vine announced that Big 5 publisher Simon & Schuster would distribute their books as an imprint beginning in summer 2023.

In mid-to-late 2023, Lisina's website and socials announced The Darkest Corner of the Heart, her second novel to be published with Page & Vine on February 20th, 2024. Note: This means the events below occurred BEFORE the book's publication.

February 5th, 2024: anaborbareads on Twitter/X posts the cover and other art of Darkest Corner with the text, "a forbidden romance between ballerina and physical therapist???? pls i need this book now 🥺✨💗🫶🏻"

February 6th, 2024: h0mmelette on Twitter/X responds to anaborareads with "the booktok genre of forbidden romance is hilarious. theyre straight… whats forbidden"

February 6th, 2024: a tumblr user reposts the twitter thread from above to tumblr. Other tumblr users reblog and add on, and it quickly goes viral.

February 7th, 2024: From what I can tell via reverse image searching, the first iteration of the fake ARC page that's going around appears to be from Twitter/X user queef1ng. About 4 hours later, the same fake ARC page was reposted on the tumblr post mentioned above. And from here, this story takes a turn from people wanting to feel like they're above a romance novel writer to potential legal territory.

Of the 122 ratings on Goodreads for Darkest Corner to date, 9 appear to be 1-star reviews and from what I can tell, most/all of them were only published since the events began on 06Feb2024. 71 are 5-stars and while some of those are ARC readers, many newer ones appear to be trying to counteract the review bombing from the fake ARC page.

As of today, February 10th, 2024, it looks like the book will still be published on February 20th as planned, but we'll see.

Wait, so how do you know the page is fake?

I can't believe people have been so gullible but fine, here's my analysis:

Lisina's real ARC readers have stated that it isn't from the book (not gonna document all of them in the screenshots but you can easily go to the book's GR page and see the ARC reviews there).

As other folks pointed out on the tumblr repost, no real ARC page does a weird review watermark like that. Speaking from my own experience in reviewing ARCs or beta-reading, I agree.

The font tipped me off because it looked like it had literally been written on a Fanfiction.Net page. Not that Verdana, font size 10, is unique to FFN, but it looks like fanfiction typed font. Which brings me to:

Literally how could you believe this author writes like this? You can read her website or preview her first book or just have the bare minimum common sense to understand what satire looks like. If you don't believe me (because I know framing a post like this will put a lot of people on the defensive), I've also included screenshots below. The prose and dialogue are COMPLETELY different from the alleged screenshot. The only thing that is similar is that both characters are ballerinas.

But wait, all of this doesn't explain why YOU, Cinnia, are so pissed about this?

You're completely right! It really doesn't. All of the above is mostly documentation so the naysayers can't say I'm just some silly fangirl of the author.

The initial premise of the drama is that you can't have "forbidden love" in an m/f relationship. First of all, William Shakespeare would like to have a word with you regarding Romeo and Juliet. Second of all, yes you fucking can. See also: Religious and cultural differences and human history for a starting point. I know it may be hard to touch grass and look at media that is not tumblr queer media-centric and understand that people who are NOT you might enjoy it very much. Note that I'm a queer person saying this and I do read or watch m/f media at times because I don't like limiting myself. Go watch Bajirao Mastani and enjoy one of the most beautiful movies about forbidden love ever produced.

The book itself falls into the medical romance subgenre. For those not familiar, these are romances (usually m/f) that often involve a healthcare worker and their patient. In the real world, where people touch grass, a healthcare worker like me having a relationship with their patient is such a huge ethical violation that it will get you fired. In Darkest Corner, James is Maddie's physical therapist because she's a ballerina with a sports injury and he is treating her. Ergo, it is forbidden for them to get together and the initial premise for mocking this book is on very shaky ground.

In fact, I'd go as far as to say that the folks mocking it seem to very likely not be familiar with romance novels and their subgenres at all, or else they'd be well aware of the concept of straight romances marketed as a "forbidden romance" because they're fucking everywhere on any place that sells romance books. I have a personal collection of over 14,500 kindle ebooks. While not all of those are romances, a good chunk of them are, so I think I can count myself as a bit of a source here, you know?

The fake screenshot and social media drama has spread to at least Twitter, Tumblr, and BookTok, which all have huge reader hobbyists. For a small-time author barely past her debut novel's publication, allegations of this sort tied to your author name and book titles can last on the internet and in web searches for a long, long time, hurting an author's career. Maybe you're like "boohoo, who cares about their careers, I pirate all my fiction books anyway" and well, a post like this was probably never going to convince you of anything. I'm talking to the folks who might still have a sense of shame and self-reflection. Authors, even authors tied to a Big 5's imprint, earn peanuts. This sort of manufactured "scandal" is not ideal when the book is weeks away from being published. In fact, if the book has fewer sales than the first book in the series, Simon & Schuster may have legal grounds to go after the person who made the fake screenshot. A smarter person would have kept that to the groupchat or posted it as a clearly marked fanfic on AO3.

As a reader, this also sucks because when shit like this happens, the reviews of a book are permanently biased by both the bombers and the fans of the author, no matter how good or bad the book ends up being. Do I know if this book will be a 1-star or 5-star now, based on the reviews? Nope. Will I read it? No, because I don't read medical romances as it's a squick for me. But I may read her first book, which has mercifully escaped most of the social media nonsense.

This isn't the first time booktwt/booktok/booklr has engaged in a similar mob mentality towards books they don't like and I doubt it'll be the last. See Blood Heir by Amélie Wen Zhao and the allegations that turned out to be false then, too. However, I would like to ask y'all to please check your sources and not blindly accept what someone says on social media as truth. Get used to doing the research because manufactured misinformation is everywhere, and it's not gonna get better. (And for fuck's sake, not everyone is gonna like the same books and fandoms you like! It's not illegal to enjoy reading different things!)

Screenshots/Evidence (click for better resolution):

#lisina coney #booklr #booktok #booktwt #book rants #cinnia says stuff #long post #very long post #screenshot included at the bottom of the post #darkest corner of the heart #the darkest corner of the heart #misinformation #edited to fix title

[ncteez]

I NEED A MORE ON BRAT TAMER TURNED SERVICE TOP WONWOO PLEASE

“Fuck…. You’re driving me insane”

(Finally brave enough to send a msg, can I be ✨anon pls )

warning: mingyu is buzzing around lmao

For you, there are no limits, nor are there any for Wonwoo, he loves when you act out of line because there are certain implications when you do it. 

For instance, once the two of you were out getting groceries after he worked all day. He didn’t mind going with you, but he did put up a fight in the hope that you’d let him stay home and be lazy or something. It started with you batting your eyelashes to go, despite the kitchen already fully stocked with food. It ended with him struggling not to bend you over a table of produce and fuck you right then and there in front of Margaret, the elderly store manager. 

Why did he want to do such a thing to you? Well, he should have known when he came home to you wearing a comfortable little dress, that you probably didn’t have panties on. He should have known that when you insisted on bending down to pick up a product “just to see what it is”, that you did it on purpose to show off a perfect pussy already wet and needing him. 

Safe to say, you were fucking good at what you do and for the most part. He loved it, he really did. Today though, you’re pushing it.

Day two into his vacation, he really thought the two of you got enough of your fill regarding sex. Then again, with him being a sex-hungry man and you being...well...you, are either of you ever fulfilled? Either way, the point is, Mingyu is over and trying to have a friendly fucking lunch with his friendly fucking friends, and every single time he isn’t paying attention, you’re torturing your boyfriend. 

Groping him under the table, rubbing your ass against him every chance you get, popping a tit out when Mingyu’s back is turned, intentionally being clumsy just so you can make sounds that you know will get your boyfriend’s cock adjusted.

And so, that’s the dilemma. Hiding a boner, wanting you so badly it hurts, and having to sit here and pretend he’s interested in what the fuck Mingyu is saying. 

Quite frankly, the only thing he cares about right now is getting you on your knees and shutting you up in the best way he knows how.

~

Mingyu leaves, You’re innocently sitting on the couch, and Wonwoo is glaring. 

“Can you behave yourself when we have a guest over?” He grouches, locking the front door and walking over to the table to clean up the emptied cups. 

“Behave? I wasn’t doing anything.” You offer snidely, standing to your feet and preparing to bat those eyelashes at him. 

“You grabbed my dick like four times right in front of him.” 

“He didn’t see, plus,” You look him up and down, noting that he’s been hard for two entire hours because of you. “You liked it.”

“Of course I did! That’s exactly why you shouldn’t have done it.” 

You roll your eyes playfully, following him to the kitchen sink and wrapping your arms around him. 

“You don’t want me to show your friends how much I want you?” You ask, laughing. 

He’s silent.

“You don’t want me to make you feel good?” 

Silence.

“That hurts my feelings.”

He takes in a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut and allowing all of those suppressed thoughts in his head come to the surface, because he knows what you're doing. 

“You love doing this when other people are around.” He starts, but you cut him off.

“You’re really hot when you can’t fuck me.”

He rolls his eyes as he turns toward you. 

“You say that like I’m going to give you what you want.” 

You smile at him, because of course he is. He may be an expert at putting you in your place, but there are times when he does exactly what you want when you tease him enough. Torturing him for an hour alone at a grocery store was enough to have him on his knees, asking how you want him to get you off.

“Oh yeah?” You challenge him, dropping a hand to his cock and squeezing. “You’re not going to? Even after two hours of wanting me?”

He holds back a groan, trying to remain firm as he glares at you. 

“You’re not getting anything from me this time,” He sighs, reaching for your hand but failing in his attempt to pull it away. He pauses at the fact that he just holds your hand in place, and you continue to squeeze. “You tend to forget that I do have self-control.” 

You look at him, taking in that familiar glare before lifting up on your toes to swipe your tongue across his bottom lip. 

“So, you’re not going to put me on this countertop and give me what I want?” You don’t even let him respond as you continue, shaking his hand away from you and dipping into his pants. “You don't seem to be controlling yourself too well.”

That’s really all it takes. Internally, he buckles. 

“I can’t fucking stand you sometimes,” He grits his teeth when he says it, bucking into your hand and feeling heat rush throughout his body at the way you always know right when to squeeze when he does this. “You drive me insane.”

“I know.” You say in a pleased voice, smiling.  You're well aware that typically, Wonwoo isn't in the palm of your hand during sex. If he's chasing your hand with his hips, he's not going to be putting you in your place any time soon. Instead, he's going to be praising the way you take him for all he's worth.

#[mail] #[h.hours] #[m] #[wonwoo] #I WONT HIM SO BAD #✨

[marvelsage]

Namor

Namor x Pacific Islander Reader

Reader is a mutant/bender

Reader is written as Pacific Islander but it’s mainly POC friendly (I don know if I’m saying this right:)

You and Nakia had just arrived in the cave that held Shuri and Riri Williams. Nakia had asked you to join to help ‘balance’ out the playing field. You had the ability to bend the elements earth and water. Anyways, Nakia had injured one of the people who were also trying to defend themselves.

“I can help!”

“Shuri, we need to go!” Kneeling beside Shuri, you need water over the wound, applying pressure.

“Give me your beads!”Using one hand to gently hold the girls face so she’s maintaining eye contact.

“Paakat in Yaan in wáantikech” You spoke to her in her native tongue and by the way her eyes widened just the slightest it surprised.

“Look at me. I’m going to help you.”

“Shuri, you need to go.”

“What but Y/n I-”

“I got this, go. Go!” She reluctantly rushes to Nakia who shoots you a look.

“I’ll be right behind you.” Turning away from them and back to the girl, you focused on the wound. A small glow illuminated form your hands before disappearing. Her eyes shine in wonder and awe as you caress her face, letting the water coax her to relax.

“Shh, ma‘alo‘ob Yaan a yaantal ma‘alob”

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re going to be okay.”

“Nííb óolal”

“Thank you”

You nod before standing, turning to leave you meet a toned chest. Meeting his eyes a warmth cloaked your being as your breathe hitched.

“Ts‘áik, Táan wáaja herido?” A slightly raspy voice calls to the girl you just helped over your shoulder.

“Interesting, are you hurt?”

‘shiiit’ You thought as she responds that you had healed her . Focusing back on you he analyzes you entirely and when he meet your eyes again it almost felt internally as well.

“T’aan a t‘aan in t‘aano‘ ”

“You speak my language.”

“Wa” You reply calmly as if you weren’t in a strained situation right now. For a moment you both just stood there and tried to figure out why this was.

“Yes”

“K’uk’ulkan Ts’o’ok u púuts’ul” The reminder that you had been apart of the escape popped the bubble you were in. You felt the water in the air shift before ducking to avoid his spear.

“K’uk’ulkan, they have gotten away!”

Bending a water whip to send him back, stomping the ground to send two semi boulders to the other two with him. You rush to the pool and dive in, another force following behind. With your mutation your could swim fast but he was still right behind you when you looked. You blasted a current his way using the momentum to reach the surface faster.

“Y/n!” Clambering out quickly, rushing to the quinjet that had just turned back, only to be tackled.

“Not so face.” Rolling over to face him was a struggle, but once you did you grabbed his head and slammed yours against his. He only groaned at the itch but that was all you needed and successfully switched places with you straddling him.

“Ka wu‘uyik, ma‘ in wu‘uyi”

“Sorry not sorry”

“Y/n!” Punching the grouch beside his head to boost you up while also yanking your hand back to place a hold over his hands. Giving you just enough time to get on the quinjet and fly away. Breathing heavily you look out the window just in time to see him fly up but didn’t come after us.

Sorry if the language is wrong this is the one that showed up. Pls let me know if it’s wrong! I’m not really feeling this one , might just make another one shot from it. It feels too similar to others and I might make a remake later.

#namor the sub mariner #namor fanfiction #kukulkan #namor x reader #namor x poc!reader #x poc reader #namor of talokan #talokan #namor x y/n #namor x you #marvel mcu

[imagines--galore]

14 on the tropes with dr strange

He is in love with christine

Pls make it angsty

Summary: No matter what, you would always love him. And you hated him for that. Pairing: Dr. Stephen Strange x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. Angst. None. A/N: And here is a buttload of angst for you!

Your finger hovered over the screen of your phone. Hesitation was obvious in your eyes as you bit your lower lip, feeling indecisive one again.

You had an out. You had a chance. So why weren't you taking it?

Sighing to yourself, you closed the current screen before shifting to another. This time you opened your camera roll. Pulling up the pictures you wanted to see, your lips pulled into a small sad smile as you looked at the image that lit up your screen.

It was one of you and Stephen. It was back when he had decided that becoming the Keeper of the New York Sanctum wasn't such a bad idea. And to celebrate, you had organized a little ribbon cutting ceremony right outside the doors of the Sanctum. Wong had found it hilarious, while Stephen had been annoyed.

And his displeasure about the situation was obvious in the way he looked in the picture. You were grinning and Stephen, for lack of a better word, was grimacing at best.

That was always how it had been between you and Stephen. You were the sunshine, while he was the stormy cloud. Even during your time at the Hospital. You were an anesthesiologist, still were. For Stephen's first surgery, you had been the anesthesiologist on call, and ever since then every surgery Stephen did, you were right there.

Call it coincidence, call it fate, the both of you had begun to form a bit of a repertoire over the years of working together. And despite his arrogance and, at times, rudeness deep down, you knew he was a good person.

Perhaps that was what had made you fall in love with him. You weren't sure. Or perhaps it was the fact that you knew he was unattainable. You had a track record of falling in love with men who you could never have.

And why couldn't you be with Stephen?

Because he was in love with Dr. Christine Palmer.

You swiped your thumb to get to the next picture. Your breath caught in your throat as you found yourself staring at a picture of the very woman who had just crossed your mind. Of course, you were in the picture as well, arm in arm with the other doctor, with Stephen hovering over your shoulder. It had been your birthday, and the picture had been taken during an impromptu birthday party held in the attending's lounge.

A twinge in your chest caused you to wince when you saw just Stephen's gaze was fixed on Christine.

And why shouldn't it be?

The two of them had started to date and it was obvious how good it was all going.

Christine was brilliant, no doubt, and together they made a formidable duo. And she was good for him, you had seen that. While they dated he was pleasant where he had been a grouch. He was never that way with you. And even though your heart broke every time his face would light up when he saw her, you would smile and tease him about it.

The worst part was seeing them kiss.

Now that was a straight knife to the heart. On more then one occasion you had to get up and leave for fear of actually choking from the pain of it all. You would hide your tears, smother your sobs and go about your day as if you were fine.

As if your heart didn't break every single day that you were in their presence.

Maybe you were a glutton for punishment?

Sighing you swiped away the picture to be greeted with one of Stephen laying in bed with his hands all bandaged up. It had been Christine who had taken the picture, of you feeding Stephen when he was unable to do so after his accident.

You still remembered the days. A shiver went down your spine as the memories rose to the surface.

Christine and him had broken up by then, and you had actually been working up the courage to come out and tell him how you felt. But that all took a backseat when he nearly lost his life.

You remembered how you had cried and screamed when they were wheeling him in. Several nurses had to physically hold you back lest you run after him into the operation theater.

And later?

When he had realized what had happened, the damage his hands had sustained, you stood by him.

You stood by him as he slowly spiraled into hopelessness and despair. Even when no one else was there for him, even when Christine gave up, you were there.

Even when he would scream at you, and shout at you to leave, you didn't.

Not when he was in so much pain.

Not when he needed you the most.

Your feelings took a backseat as you focused on helping Stephen.

So when one day you woke up to find out he had gone to some retreat in another country to try and find a cure you were left shattered.

He had only left a letter.

Nothing more.

A flimsy letter.

Was he so much of a coward that he couldn't even say goodbye?

Oh you were furious!

You were blinded by rage and sadness.

Which was what drove you to find out where he went and track him down there.

To say he was surprised to see you would be saying the least. A man named Mordu had led you to him where he was in a session with the Ancient One, someone you later learned, was of immense power and commanded utter respect.

That didn't stop you from flinging the nearest heavy object(a chair) at Stephen's head.

You had no idea where the strength came from. And you didn't even see how he deflected your attack. No one stopped you. No one held you back as you screamed your frustration, anger and sadness at the man you loved.

The Sanctum nearly echoed with your words of anguish as you screamed at him for leaving you behind, for cutting you out of his life. For leaving without a proper goodbye. You hated him, hated him for going away like that. You threw things at him, hit him, punched at him, pushed him. Anything that would somehow help you get all your sadness and anger out.

But never once, during the entire exchange, did you utter those three words.

No.

He didn't deserve those words.

Finally, finally, once you were drained, you dropped to your knees, sobbing into your hands. That was when you felt his arms wrap around you in an embrace you had no idea how much you needed.

It only compelled you to sob harder.

Tears stung your eyes as you recalled that time, followed by a small sniffle.

You moved on to the next picture. This one was when Stephen had become the Sorcerer Supreme and you had stolen Cloak for a little joyride. You were hovering in midair, your arm outstretched and a grin on your lips while Stephen was stuck on the roof of the Sanctum.

These were of happier times.

When he had been learning the ropes to becoming a Sorcerer Supreme and since you had taken a little sabbatical from the Hospital, you had been helping him out however you could. Of course you still went to your job, but you would be around Stephen for most of the day.

Since the battle against Thanos he had actually become less broody and more open. Kind of like the Stephen he was in your younger years when you had first met him. Sure he still had that arrogance, but it was almost tolerable now.

He had revealed how when he had been Dusted, his last thought had been of you. You had been Dusted as well, so you didn't have to live fives years without him.

Your heart had jumped in joy at his words, and when he had even taken you to the party to celebrate Earth's victory, you had never been happier.

You had met all of his colleagues, and Tony Stark seemed to take a shine to you. Especially after you thanked him for bringing Stephen back to you. You had formed a quick friendship with the man, one that had prompted him to offer you a job working as the head doctor for the Avengers.

This was a golden opportunity and you had no idea what you would do about it. Since the Battle, there had been something brewing between you and Stephen, and for the first time in years, you had allowed yourself to hope.

If you left, that would probably die out. Right now you had all the time to be with him. Perhaps if the both of you started something then you would be able to take the job?

With that thought in mind you had gone to Stephen after a few days of thinking it over. Only to find him standing in the main hall holding an envelope.

An envelope that contained the wedding invitation from one Dr. Christine Palmer.

The look in his eyes had caused you to stop dead.

The way he gripped that card and how devastated he looked.

How heartbroken.

You knew that look. How many times had you seen it on your own face? Whatever thoughts of confessing to him, whatever plan you had made, snuffed out completely when he turned to look at you with those haunting blue eyes.

He still loves her.

Your heart plummeted in your chest, before it simply shattered. On the outside you remained the ever dutiful and supportive friend. And when he said he would be attending, you had smiled and nodded.

Inside?

You were sobbing.

The morning of the wedding you watched as he got ready. Reaching out you straightened his tie for him, and fussed over his hair. Your fingers ran through them once, and for just a moment, for one last time, you allowed yourself to cherish being so close to him.

With a smile of encouragement you leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

"Good luck."

With that you exited the room.

Your thumb swiped again and you were left staring at the screen. Tony had taken the picture from his phone and sent it to you.

It was a picture of you and Stephen dancing. You were both smiling at one another, completely oblivious to the world around you as you had your arms around each other. You remembered how you had felt in that moment. Happy, safe, and even loved.

But that was all a lie.

Closing the picture you pulled up the screen you had opened in the first place.

You were done, you thought to yourself as you pressed on Tony's number.

You wanted out, you took a deep breath as you listened to the bell ring on the other side.

Your heart would remain forever broken, you accepted as you heard Tony's voice greet you from the other end.

And you would hate Stephen Strange for it for the rest of your life.

"About that offer you made me? I'm in."

And that decision served as the final nail in the coffin of the love you had harbored for Stephen all those years.

#dr strange x y/n #dr strange x reader #dr stephen strange x y/n #dr strange #dr stephen strange x oc #dr stephen strange x reader #dr stephen strange #marvel

[wh0refornikolailantsov]

Prompt: And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier. Fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me.

Song: You're Losing Me - Taylor Swift

For Alina x Reader pls??

Whelp, this one is new territory for me.

Love Alone Won't Win The War, But What If We Tried Anyway - Alina Starkov

Content Warnings: Canon Compliant Discussions Of War/Violence/Threat. Break Up, Hurt/No Comfort. Not Beta/Proof Read.

Mal is being a little too playful to make you feel calm as you, he and two Squallers whose names you barely know make your way through the woodland.

"This feels... pointless," says the grisha dragging his foot through the dirt.

"We are tracking," Mal reminds him. The man scoffs.

"We are not finding any divine creature in these damn woods," he spits back.

"I need a better vantage point," you mumble, you grab a spike from your bag and wedge it deep into the bark of one of the taller trees. You throw a look to the other Squaller, "boost?"

She nods and with the quick movements of her hands you feel the air pooling beneath you, making your step lighter as you jump and pull yourself up into the height of the tree. There's not much as far as the eye can see, there's a crowd of deer not too far away but that's the only movement you can see. You climb down and give Mal a shrug.

"We should head back," you advise. Mal nods, knowing Alina was clear they all had to be back before nightfall.

"You just weren't going high enough," the grouch blue states, he grabs one of the climber spikes and goes to push it into a tall pale tree and you feel your blood rush through your body.

"Mal!" you yell and Mal, seeing what you see immediately pulls the Squaller back as you signal to the other. She raises her hands redirecting the air.

"What?" the grisha asks, pissed off and uncertain as to what danger is occurring.

"Widow maker," you say pointing at the tree, as it snaps and falls to the ground, the descent only slowed by the grisha's powers. "That could have killed you."

"Widow maker?" Mal asks, giving you a look. You shrug.

"It's what my dad called them, and you can imagine why," you say. You can feel all the eyes on you, but it's the grisha testing your patience that speaks.

"How was I supposed to know that?" he asks.

"Tree it basically hollow, it's dried out, the dead limbs, that thing was days from falling without your interference," you say, "now I will let you explain to Nikolai how you nearly got yourself and maybe more of us killed, so with that in mind, no more complaining on the walk back."

Alina leans against the door, drawing in a deep breath and sighs in relief that the day is finally over. "So, against your estimations, you brought everyone back alive," Alina points out. The exhaustion in her face does not take away from how beautiful she looks as she unties her hair and lets it fall down across her shoulders. Those strong eyes flitting to meet yours in the gentle candlelight.

"Not for a lack of them trying," you point out. She smiles, and it's genuine, it's full of soft love and admiration.

"I never doubted you," she reminds you, "you never let me down."

You give a mock bow and she gives you a gentle head shake in return. "Well you're the summoner, what can I say, I am your loyal-,"

"Stop," Alina says, running a hand through her hair, but the humour is still there, "not after the day I have had."

There are things she needs to say, things she has to say, but she won't say them now, she cannot say them now. She wants to just exist in this space with you and not think about it. But you can tell she is, you can tell her head is far away. "Hey," you say, offering out a gentle hand, "it's just us in here, we don't think about out there."

"I cannot leave it out there," Alina says, a little too snappish, it's clear she regrets it instantly, but she makes no move to take it back.

"Alina," you say slowly, "you know this is how we work-,"

"What if it's not working?" Alina asks. You turn to face her now, and she looks sunken, like she is finally giving way to the crushing gravity of all the responsibilities she never asked for.

"Alina I will follow you everywhere, I will do what you need me to do, but you have to tell me," you explain.

"I think, I don't..." she sighs. "I have this responsibility."

You can feel where this is going. "Alina," you try. She says nothing. "Alina," you try again.

"I... I just don't," Alina sighs. She is spiralling her explanations and you know why, and where they are coming from but you know it's not what she wants, you know it's what she thinks she has to do, you know she thinks it's for you as much as it is for the greater good and you cannot get a word in at all. "And-,"

"And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier," you say, and she quietens at that. "Fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me. You... what do you want from me Alina, whatever it is I will give it to you, just... tell me."

"I want you to never leave this space, but I also want to not have this place distracting me when I am elsewhere," she says.

"So you want me here, but you want me gone?" You ask.

"I want you here," Alina says, "but I think I need you gone."

"Are you asking me to leave Alina?" You ask.

"No," she says, she is begging herself to beg you to stay, she is drowning every screaming thought about being with you out with mantra's about duty and obligation. You are the only thing that makes the world quieter, the dread less, and that feels dangerous in her position.

"Alina, isolation, burning yourself up, it's not the answer," you tell her, "giving away all of you isn't how you win this war-,"

"And loving you isn't either," Alina says. You stare at her, and she doesn't break, she feels like she is, she feels so distant from her own body and her words. She is telling herself to make it through the worse decision she has to make, to keep herself together until the door closes behind you and then she can breathe again.

"This is when-,"

"I am not going to apologise," Alina says.

"Then I am not going to stay," you tell her.

"That's how it has to be," Alina says. She watches you walk out, hears the sound of the door closing, clicking shut, she hears every single step you make away, and she doesn't doubt that you will keep walking until she is so far away from you that you couldn't run back to her. Alina slumps to the floor, her breath ripping it's way out of her lungs from the ferocity she had been holding it. "Is it enough?" she asks aloud, as if someone might answer her, "will this finally be enough?"

#alina starkov #shadow and bone #grishaverse #sun summoner #alina x reader #alina starkov x reader #alina starkov x you #alina starkov fic

[oneforthemunny]

ughh i just read that rockstar eddie giving head. it was amazing but it got me thinking how the fuck do y'all let men eat you out😭 i want to try it too but i have zero fucking confidence. the thought of him having such a close look has me getting nausea. what if he realises how weird it looks LOL like shut the lights and close your eyes pls

have you seen a cock and balls??? like let’s be real that shit ain’t pretty either LMAO it’s fucking weird looking. but guess what?? still suckin it and half these men have the same hygiene as oscar the grouch and I mean that.

it feels good (when they do it right) and I don’t give a fuck lmao. they’re not getting anything from it it’s about you. be selfish and indulge. get your pussy ate. but it’s really about your partner. like if they’re making you feel like this… gotta kick em to the curb babes 🫶

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks

[themarginalthinker]

Ooo askgame-

16, 18 and 30 Pls

Favourite oc? (From multiple fandoms if can't pick one fandom).

16. Thoughts on mint chocolate chip: I love it. I will NEVER understand people who say mint icecream tastes like toothpaste like bruh what toothpaste are you buying?? I think dark chocolate bitter goes really well with the brightness of mint. Win, always.

18. Boba/tea order: Vanilla chai with whole milk, and black tapioca pearls! I always get it as a weekend treat on Fridays because the place is a two minute walk from my apartment. I should try something else, but I never do lol. It's always just this order, call me predictable lmao

30. Ask me anything - favorite oc: God, what a question I just have so many djfhjsghj. Ok, so, I'll name them from different fandoms, because I cannot have one favorite out of all of them

VTM: A close call between Charlie or Tweak tbh. I think I have to go with Charlie because she is best girl and I love her so much

The Lost Boys: I really like Elder Sarah from our lostboys fic YCCM. I can't wait to introduce everyone to her. Spooky grandma vampire witch.

Homestuck: So, we made this oc child for Karkat and Dave named Astraa - she was actually an oc Berd thought up before we'd even met, who got repurposed for our Homestuck works. She's our baby.

oc works:

Quillguard: goddddd this ones is tough because we love all our characters....hm. I think....Jack. I love you El, you are our main character, but Jack is coming out on top right now.

Equipoisal in Glitch: Cole, hands down. Tortured boy. He gets a happy ending tho.

The Vesnic Institute: (fun fact, Charlie will make a cameo in this one, slightly tweaked for universe purposes) Piper, currently. She's such a pathetic, anxious wreck of a person. Trying to get through a night without having to shoot at something trying to kill her and her squad. She barely affords rent. Grouch the Cat is her roommate and loves her so much it literally saves her life.

Thank you for the asks! :D

#asks

[giggly-squiggily]

No Free! requests? I shall not stand for this!

Lee Ikuya and Ler Natsuya 💙XOXO: “Hey, do you like raspberries?” pls🫶🏻🫶🏻

Akjerjkaejkrakjrjke The floodgates have opened with this prompt akjrkjeajkrjke XD I love the brother so much- I've gotcha covered, anon!

XOXO: "Hey, do you like raspberries?"

If nothing else, Natsuya Kirishima was a big brother.

And what big brother would he be if he didn’t make tormenting with younger brother a part of his daily schedule?

“Dogpile!” He hollered as he threw himself on top of Ikuya, squishing him further into the couch. “Boom! He lands yet another successful hit! The crowd goes WILD!”

“Gah! Natsuya, get off!” Ikuya complained beneath him, shooting a glare over his shoulder. “Ugh, we’re not kids anymore! You’re a grown man- start acting like one!”

“Aww, someone’s turning into a grouch!” Natsuya cooed, ruffling up his mop of hair. “Come on- you know the rule! If you take up all the couch, you get an ouch!”

“That’s never been a ru-AHH!” Ikuya all but shrieked when hands shoved up his hoodie, attacking his sides. “Nahahhahahhahtsuhuhuhuuhuhya, yohoohohohohu jeheheheheherk!”

“What? Me? A jerk?” Natsuya shook his head in mock offense, worming his hands beneath him so he could get his belly. “Now you’ve done it! Extra tickles for you, ‘Kuya!”

“Nahahhahahhhatsuhuhuhuuhhu!” The smaller boy squeaked, his giggle fits increasing to full blown laughter as he thrashed about on the couch, one arm trying to elbow the other off while the other haphazardly flailed. In his squirming, he managed to twist himself over, jabbing a hand into Natsuya’s armpit. “Gahahahhatcha!” He cried, snorting when his brother spasmed away.

“Oohoho, so that’s how you wanna play?” The brunette tsked, his heart warming when he saw the absolute joy on his brother’s face. “Fine then- Hey, Kuya? Do you like raspberries?”

“Nohohooho? Why wouhould I- Wait! Whahahahit nohhohohohooho!” Ikuya squealed out when Natsuya ducked his head towards his belly, fisting his hair in a halfhearted attempt to stop him. “Dohohohon’t you dahhah-AHHAHHAHAHRE!”

“That’s right- laugh for me!” Natsuya teased between raspberries, nearly dying himself at the loud shrieky squeals and laughs his brother let loose. “Oh my goohohod, yoohohu’re so ticklhicklish!”

After a few more raspberries, a tug so harsh Natsuya thought he’d go bald, and some extra embarrassing squeals he now had for blackmail, the older boy released his brother, watching Ikuya roll off the couch with a huff. “Hehe, you’re as cute as you were when you were a baby, Kuya! Ehehehe.”

“Scrhehehew you, you ahahhahass.” Ikuya kicked his shin, covering his face with his arms. Not before Natsuya saw the warm smile on his lips though.

Candy Heart Prompts Are Officially CLOSED!

#Candy Heart Valentine Event #chve2k23 #tickle #tickle dabble #free! #natsuya kirishima #ikuya kirishima #fluff #the best brothers akjlrkjearkjaewkjr #I love writing for them ahhh!

[tired-biscuit]

pls that post that i reblogged has me thinking about what a fucking grouch kiba is, lmao..... just him acting soooo grumpy about having to wait those couple of seconds for you to tie your shoelaces, but at the same time loving you far too much to leave you alone behind the group, so he's just left standing there, all impatient and so done like

#that mf is so moody fr #i think he'd have the most peculiar pet peeves too ahahhha #like the smallest things would bother him and it'd be so funny

[pastery1]

Ensembles Stars Tickle Hcs (Part 10)

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Warning: Nsfw(?)

CrazyB:

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Rinne Amagi:

Rinne is more of a ler than a lee, though he gets his fair share of tickle attacks too. He gets them a lot by his younger brother, and mostly by his roomates. Does his team tickle him? OFC! But not so much that Rinne needs to be on guard for the next attack.

"Hey! Who ate the lemons?!" Rinne's younger brother yelled.

The older red head was js stuffing Hiro's lemons in his mouth, "I dwon kno." (I don't know).

"U damn, brat!"

Hiro rushed over to his older brother telling him to spit them out.

"No way, man!" Rinne laughed, swallowing the last of the younger's lemons. "U're cute when u get mad."

"RINNE! I was gonna make lemon tea with those!"

"Well, make regular tea, homes."

"UGH! That's it!" Hiro rushed over to him, scribbling his sides.

"Ah! Hehehehehey! Stahahahahahp!"

"No! This is what u get for stealing the lemons ALL THE FUCKING TIME!"

"Thahahaht's it! Nohohhohow ur asking fohohohor it!" Rinne brought his hands, that was trying to pull the attacker's fingers away, up to the smaller boy's sides scribbling them.

"AGH! NO! STOP!"

"Nope."

"MOHOHOHOM!! DAHAHAHAHD!!! HEHEHEHEHELP!"

They both came rushing in, "What's all the rucku-s?"

"MOHOHOHOM!!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!!"

His parents saw him in this most vulnerable position, w/ his hands above his heads and his brother on his waist tickling his hips.

"Rinne... u remeber last time u tickled ur brother like this?" His mom sighed.

"Aww, come on mom, he's enjoying himself."

"WHAHAHAHT IF I AM?! I WAHHAHAHANA TICKLE U BAHAHAHAHCK FOR ALL THE TIHIHIUIMES U TICKLE MEHEHEHHE!"

"Sry, what was that laffy taffy?"

"Hun," Their mom called out to their dad.

"On it," He rushed over to pin Rinne to the ground. "Alr, sport. Go nuts."

"NO! DAD! URHHRHRHR SUPPOSED TO BEHEHEHHE ON MY SIHIHIHIHIHIDE!!!!" Hiro skittered his tiny fingers into the latter's exposed armpits.

He hates being tickled by any one and everyone. He makes sure to tell ppl that, but they never listen. They always love to make him into a giggling, panting mess when they have the chance. His laugh is very loud, and he doesn't even giggle, he js laughs at every spot u tickle him. He's the most teasy ler u'll ever come across. He will call u the most embarrassing names while staring at ur redden face. He will lean so close to ur neck, where if he whispers his breath will tickle u making u explicit the most cutest giggles ever. His death spot is his armpits, ofc.

HiMERU:

He's not ticklish and never was. He likes being the ler though. He would tickle u until u pass out, and he will attack ur least ticklish spot js to gain anxiety from the actual attack. He will coo and tease into ur ear, licking it occasionally. He will bend down to ur navel and nibble the pudge right underneath it, making u squeal. Then when he realizes u had enough of that he will lick, blow, and scratch the inside of ur belly button calling u cute names js to embarrass u and make it worse. He will tickle u infront of other ppl too bc he js loves the reaction u give when he lightly squeezes ur sides. If u go on a date w/ him expect to be tickled everytime. Men or women, he perfers both (js to make y/n gn). U can hate it or absolutely love it, he doesn't give a fuck. He will tie u down and tickle the living shit out of u making u his sexy, ticklish demon. His job is to embarrass u, and he manages to do that.

Kohaku Oukawa:

He didn't even think he was ticklish until he got introduced to Rinne, the most biggest ler he has ever met. He found out that he was insanely ticklish when Rinne went over to his house, and started to slightly tease him.

"Hey, what got Mr. Grouch in a sour mood?" Rinne asked Kohaku's older sisters.

"Idk, he always acts like this every time." The oldest of the three said.

"It's so common, u can claim he's on his period." The youngest sister laughed.

"Can u girls PLS stop talking abt me like I'm not even here?"

"Aww, is somone salty? Are u mad?" The oldest cooed.

"PLS JS SHUT UP!"

"Come on, u act like Aki when she gets tickled," The oldest laughed.

"AOI!!" Aki got embarrassed when she said this.

"What? It's true." Aoi tickled her younger sister's sides, making her squeal.

"Can u guys stop doing that?! It's pissing me off more than usual."

"Fine, Mr. Sour Puss." Aoi let go of her sister's sides, leaving her panting.

'Tickling? Was Kohaku ticklish? Only one way to find out.' Rinne looked over to a pouting pink haired boy, and examined his clothed side.

He poked it making him, squeal, "What the fuck man?!"

"Wow, Kohaku, I didn't know u we're ticklish," Rinne continued to squeeze his torso. "Why didn't u girls tell me abt this weakness?"

"Bc we didn't know either." Aoi looked surprise, examining this cute interaction.

"Stahahhahap!!!! Ihihihihi didn't even knohohohohow that I was ti- sensihihihihihitve."

"Awww can't even say the word ticklish?~"

"Rihihihne stahahhahahap! Hehehhehelp me! Aoi! Aki!"

"No way man, ur way more ticklish than Aki is." Aoi giggled, "This is what we'll use against u when we gotta put u down a peg or two."

Yes, Kohaku was tickled a lot by his two older sisters, thanks to Rinne. They would js occasionally poke him every hour of everyday, but mostly they would tickle gang him js bc they felt like it. If Rinne was at the latter's house, his sisters would ask if he wanted to join in on tickling his bsf, and ofc he obliged. He doesn't like tickling ppl, js bc since he hates getting tickled now that he found out he was extremely sensitive, he wants to treat them how he wants to be treated. And since most/some ppl don't like being tickled, he doesn't wanna make them uncomfortable or make them retaliate and tickle him back. His death spot is his back and anywhere on his back, whether it be his shoulder/shoulderblades, or the lower part of his back, and anywhere else in that region. His laugh is also very high pitch and squeaky making it sound like a child voice. He's also the most ticklish in his team, prove me wrong. He also gets v flustered when someone talks abt tickling, or tickles someone, or says the word tickle, or asks him if he's ticklish.

Niki Shiina:

He's rlly ticklish as well. Like the second ticklish person on his team. He actually fought ppl who attempted to tickle him. Rinne actually got HiMERU to tickle gang him, ofc, Kohaku felt uncomfty by the situation, so he went is own seperate way.

"Hey, Niki~ what r u cooking~?" Rinne asked.

"It's a surprise."

"Yk, Kohaku is pretty ticklish? We should tickle gang him some day." Rinne randomly brought up.

"Yh that would be cool, but what brought this up all of the sudden?"

"No reason, js making sure u know how fucking ticklish that man is."

"It would be amazing if we got to tickle him right here, rn." HiMERU chimed in.

"But sadly, he left to do his own thing.... Now me and HiMERU is in a never lasting ler mood~" Rinne brought his arm and swung it over on Niki's shoulder, leaning on him, signing.

"What r u two playing at?"

"R u ticklish Niki?" Rinne bluntly asked the green haired, soon to be, lee.

There it was, that question that Niki dispises. His parents would constantly tickle him on the daily. Now that he's living in a dorm room, he thought he escaped that, but no~ his teammates have to ruin the peaceful moment.

"What?! Ofc not! Can we move along now? I'm trying to cook."

Rinne and HiMERU looked at each other, giving each other the same evil look, and moved Niki's arm away from the bruning pot as to not burn him, and brought him to the ground.

"GUYS-? Don't fucking tickle me!!!"

Rinne straddled the younger's hips, while HiMERU pinned his arms straight above his head sitting on them w/ his head in his lap.

"Awww what's wrong? I thought u weren't tickish, then this shouldn't bother u. Could it be u... lied to me?!" Rinne skittered his dull nails, all over the latter's bare, flat, toned stomach.

"Eek! Ahahhaha, alrihihihihihgt, I'm ticklish u got mehehhehe, now can u stahhahahap?"

"Now way! U tottally js lied to me, now there's no backing out of it. Be prepared to be demolished."

"NO! RINNE! I'M SRY!"

Even if he is the second ticklish person, he's manily the tickle target for the two lers. And he hates being tickled, so he hates being the tickle target. Though, he loves tickling ppl, hence agreeing to tickle gang Kohaku w/ the other two. He will tease u before he starts tickling u. If ur face is red, he usually js says, "Wow~ this embarrasses u huh? I like how ur face can turn the same shade as ur read hoody, u shapeshifter. I can't wait to turn u into my giggle button." Or if ur giggling before he starts tickling u, he usually js says, "I didn't even touch u yet, r u that ticklish? I'm gonna have a lot of fun playing w/ u~ No one will hear ur screams~ It's js u and me. Be prepared to die from tickles." As u can tell, he's rlly ruthless when it comes to tickling, like he won't let u go. He will make sure u pass out, if u tickle him first. So be warned. His laugh is very high, and he will start pleading and begging before anyone starts tickling him. It's js the anticipation that breaks him. No he can't last more than 10 minutes, which is a giant weakness that every knows and won't hestitate to exploit it. And his death spot has to be his cute belly button, atw.

#lee #ticklish #anime tickle #ler #anime #tickle #tickle headcanons #ensemble stars #ensemble stars hcs #ensemble stars tickle #CrazyB #CrazyB tickle #Rinne Amagi #Ticklish Rinne #HiMERU #HiMERU ler #Kohaku Oukawa #Ticklish Kohaku #Niki Shiina #Ticklish Niki

[foreverrogers]

hi tags me too pls actually u kno what just tag me in everything you write idc if you write oscar the grouch x reader or y’know if you every felt inclined to write idk maybe hayes x jess fics tag me in it i’ll read it

just wait until you find out about the pikachu man x hayley x jess one i'm cooking up

but yes of course my love anything for you 😍

#hayes chats #jess my love

[etiennemarais]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: the 24th of maccius 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: terre noire 𝐖𝐇𝐎: open    

          𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 a person's efforts were best dedicated to something aligned with their strengths, something, Nella, Etienne’s only employee at Terra Noire, assured him several days ago, but that did not change her decision to take the week off, and leave him to run the shop, and most dreadfully, interact with customers. A bonus, nor a raise would sway her either, though Nella still welcomed the idea of either in the near future, she’d assured him. Perhaps this was when having multiple employees would have come in handy— but he knew the odds of stumbling across another person he could tolerate long term were slim to nothing.

          Every moment spent above the surface meant another moment spent away from the lab, and Etienne progressively grew more irritable in its absence, busying himself with straightening several enchanting fragrances displayed on the shop counter and opting not to look up at whoever entered the store. He could only hope his performance of obliviousness was convincing enough. Only several moments pass before he decides identifying the customer would be in his best interest, perchance he fell victim to another assassination attempt. “Have you come here with a purchase in mind, or are you just browsing, as they say?” Etienne asks point blankly, for this would determine the remainder of their interaction. “If you are here to browse, consider arriving more prepared next time. There are only so many options to be had with a perpetually unchanging inventory.” Every customer meant a new opportunity to break the record for least amount of time spent with him in the store.

#faimstarter #( location | terre noire. ) #( date | 24th of maccius. ) #( act one — scene two. ) #pls what a grouch #p open ended the only requirement is to walk into his shop #or float. ur decision \ #just amke an entrance

[dastardlydandelion]

#rewrote and (hopefully) fixed the other gift fic #oh man irdk what i was thinking when i posted it before #so many eyes crawled all over it like that omg #i still have to fix the other two pov fics in supplicium but i'm done fixing for a hot min so i can update abcs and post some new stuff #at long long #but i rly did have to fix these first just #they did not look right #and they were more most viewed fics too so like #it was just making me so uncomfortable #plus these were gifts and obvi u want ur gifts to be the best they can be #u don't want to gift ppl garbage that'd be insulting #unless ur oscar the grouch oscar loves garbage #...sometimes i am oscar the grouch #depends on the garbage #oof that's part of the problem tho #note to self #pls reserve ur garbage cravings for ur more personal indulgences as much as possible