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whatudowhennooneseesyou · 1 month

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WE NEED A SERIES ABOUT HOW SKZ ARE LIKE WHEN THEY'RE INTERESTED IN SOMEONE

i just read leeknow's version and I'm so interested! please consider making it a series 💖

Ooooooooh- okay okay!!!

This anon ask is what got the most popular views in my vote so welcome to the second post of March!!!

What a beautiful way to start the autumn season :)

Disclaimer: This is for entertainment purposes and should not be taken seriously, this is for funsies.

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐬: 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 '𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲' 𝐘𝐨𝐮?

Bang Chan:

His Libra Moon/Mercury and Scorpio Venus means you have to be friends with him for him to develop a crush on you, he might think you're pretty from the moment he sees you but he has to build a rapport and establish a good 'vibe' before he even thinks about dating you.

Chris would be more giggly and physically affectionate than usual, he'd give you more compliments than he does his other friends...might even be more teasing or playful towards you.

He honestly seems like the type of man that would ask you out over Messenger but I hope he would take the time to confess his feelings to you in person.

'So...we've been friends for a while right? And I think you know that I like you more than a friend...so would you want to be something that's more than friends?'

Lee Know:

Lee Know's Sagittarius Moon/Scorpio Mercury and Venus indicates a slow...SLOW burn type of dynamic where he could be crushing on you for MONTHS and you wouldn't even notice.

The type to scrawl through your social media but would not even utter a single confession to your face until he can't take it anymore and he has to spill.

He would prefer to make the first move so he can think of a hundred different ways of how the scenario could go, he would put effort into showing care for you and then act nonchalant about it.

Lee Know is the type to pay for your coffee every time you're together and then act like it's a gesture he'd do for anyone (which we know he wouldn't).

'You don't know I like you??? I have liked you for months now, I bought you coffee all the time, I thought I was being obvious'

Seo Changbin:

Changbin's Virgo Venus and Leo Moon with Cancer Mercury also indicates he would probably show his attraction to you in an indirect manner because Virgo Venuses love to enjoy showing their attraction to you in the most quietly 'detailed' way.

Is the type to ask you about your workout routine or your favourite places to eat, he's also the type to keep a list in his phone of things you enjoy so he can ask about them later.

'So...you mentioned how you like guys that work out right? Does that mean you would like me when I workout?'

Hwang Hyunjin:

Hyunjin's Pisces Venus/ Virgo Moon (maybe)/Aries Mars indicates a man who's a true romantic and an impulsive one at that.

His fanciness for you would manifest in him being more giggly and physically affectionate with you, maybe casually rubbing your arm or welcoming you with a squishy hug.

Eventually, he'll reach a point where he's so overwhelmed and bursting with feelings...he just HAS to reveal them to you and his confession would make you feel like a Hollywood romantic drama.

'I have to tell you something and so I'm going to say it before I can't...I like you, I REALLY like you and I can't hide it anymore.'

Lee Felix/Han Jisung:

I'm combining these two together because they share both the same Venus and Mars signs with the exception of Han being a Pisces Moon and Felix being an Aries Moon.

They both would be the nervous type and Han might even be more shy with you than he would be with his other friends whilst Felix might be more conversational and maybe even to the point of annoying with how friendly and hyper he might be.

Han would be interested in understanding what your hobbies, values and desires are.

Felix would bring you gifts, offer you suggestions for songs to listen too and try and become invested in the hobbies you're interested in.

( I am watching Law and Order: SVU and I get why people have been invested in Olivia and Elliot for 25 years because they are both fine af!!!)

They would both be nervous and in fact might give you enough hints that they are interested in you to make the first move on them.

Han: 'So...if someone said that I like you...what would you think about that?'

Felix: 'Look...I don't know how else to say this but I...I like you and I don't know what to do about it'.

Kim Seungmin:

Seungmin's Cancer Moon and Virgo Mercury indicates a forthright but gentle way of expressing his feelings for you, sure he's sassy and a bit cheeky but his confession would still be romantic.

But definitely more straightforward than the others, people who have a Virgo Mercury don't like to sugar coat anything.

'Here's your coffee order, did I get it right?...I like you- I really, really like you and I wouldn't mind taking you out- just the two of us...if it's okay with you?'

Yang Jeongin:

Jeongin and him having an Aries Venus WITH a Mercury in Aquarius??? Friends pffft what friends?

Jeongin is too impatient to form a friendship with you and he's probably the type to openly admit his feelings for you in a calm and slightly non-chalant manner- like the true fuckboi he would be.

'You like me noona, I know you do because I want you even more so what are we waiting for? I want you to be mine'

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shuugumi · 8 months

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a/n : this was kinda rushed but i hope it's good LOL not proofread, requests are open

virgin!bf who already is overstimulated and shy at the fact the two of you are going to that stage in your relationship. rambling left and right about how he should set something up, get the mood prepared for you but all you want from him is to shut up and continue kissing you.

“but i read all these things like, i should light candles, give you a massage to get you in the mood—okay…i’ll—i’ll stop thinking..” he sighs as you continue placing your numbed lips onto his, deepening the kiss as you straddle him. catching him off guard.

virgin!bf who almost cums in his jeans when you grind a bit too hard on his virgin hard on. thumbs digging into your hips as he tries to stop you before he dumps his load into his pants.

“sorry. i’ll try..try to hold it. i don’t want to cum quickly…” he apologizes, unbuttoning the bottom part of his button up just barley exposing his abs and his happy trail that made you feel a lot more warmer down there. “can i—can i take your top off?” nodding he pulls your shirt up and your pretty breasts are on display for him, cupped so greatly by your bra. “i-i didn’t know taking a bra off is this…difficult—ah thank you baby.” he tries attempts to unclip your bra until you help in, your bra sliding down your torso and his eyes become big. looking at your freed breasts he’s shy. stuttering his movement, his hands travel up your torso and softly grabs one of your mounds. squeezing and exploring. “god…these feel so squishy—i-i love them. can i—” “do what you want.” you giggly and immediately he attached his lips to one of your nipples, lapping away at your nipples.

virgin!bf who cums a little bit while he eats you out for the first time. squeezing his balls to try and contain himself but his cum had other plans and wanted to escape! he’s pussy drunk right as he places his tongue in between your slit, flicking his tongue back and forth as he slips a digit in.

“you’re…moaning. do you like when i do that?” his words are muffled, soaking into your soppy cunt as he moves his finger in and out. and sucking on the bundle of nerves, grinding yourself into his face, “i wonder-wonder if i can write my name on your clit..” he starts to spell his name out and he looks up to see how much your enjoying it, adding another finger and sucking until you come undone on his face. drops of pre-cum mixed with his cum dripped off his hands, “shit i came a little…i-i grabbed my balls really hard.” he laughs as you come down from your high, he immediately goes back in between your thighs and starts licking once more until you push his head away, he’s begging to do it again.

virgin!bf only lasts a few second’s before he’s releasing himself in you. his back against the couch as you ride him slowly. rocking your hips back and forth, littering kisses and marks down his neck. he’s begging for you to kiss him. hands on his chest as you rock back and forth, connecting your lips to his.

“ah fuck baby—g’nna cum. kiss me baby please.” he whines, grip getting stronger on your ass as his dick starts to twitch in you. kissing him with passion, you ride him harder, chasing his and your highs. “fuck your pussy is just squeezing me—ah fuckkk, feels s’good.” he moans out into your lips, “g’nna cum!” breathless you moan out, wrapping your arms around his neck as you continue your pace. soon he’s painting your walls white and your cum mixed with his is leaking down your thighs and onto his own dick.

BONUS:

“how often do you think we can do it?” he pants over you, playing with your hair. “mmm, how many times do you jerk off?” you ask, grabbing onto his bicep and he thinks. “everyday.”

“then we can do it everyday.”

“fuckk you’re making me hard again..”

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jae-bummer · 11 months

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Safe Place

Request: lee know and 10? please? :)

Prompt:

10) "Just say you want me and I'm yours."

Pairing: Stray Kids Lee Know x Reader

Genre: Fluff

"I'm telling you, they're into you, man," Han gasped, smacking his knee for emphasis.

"Why would I care if they were?" Lee Know sighed, not even bothering to look up from his phone. It wasn't like your affections mattered to him.

Or at least that's what he told himself.

"Why would you-" Han breathed, his brows furrowed with exhaustion. "Don't you want to know if someone likes you or not?"

"It's not going to affect me either way," Lee Know said finitely.

It didn't matter if his stomach did an obnoxious little flip every time you entered the room. It didn't matter that you were literally better than any perfume (how could a human be his favorite smell?!) And it definitely didn't matter what Han said. He'd believe it when he heard it with his own ears. He wasn't opening himself up to hurt just for the hell of it.

"Just give up, Hannie," Hyunjin grumbled, plopping onto the couch beside his distressed member. "His heart is not going to grow two sizes this day."

"Watch your mouth," Lee Know said, his tone remaining bored. "I know where you sleep."

"If you haven't killed me yet, you're not going-"

Lee Know looked up with an icy glare.

"To give up trying," Hyunjin quickly finished after clearing his throat.

Nodding to himself, Lee Know looked back his phone. These two wouldn't catch him slipping today.

"He's crazy about you," Felix nodded, pushing another brownie in your direction.

Shaking your head as you pushed it back, you let out a small burp. "I can't do another one, Lix. I'm going to burst."

"Brownies aside," he hummed. "Are you going to acknowledge what I said?"

After a moment of silence, you sighed. "He can like me all he wants, but that doesn't mean anything unless he actually tells me."

Felix sucked on his bottom lip, lost in thought. He was probably thinking through what was on your mind as well. Was Lee Know capable of being vulnerable enough to even show that side to you?

"You've gotta make him feel safe," Felix nodded slowly. "He'll admit it if he knows he's not going to get his heart broken."

You pressed your face into your hands and groaned. "Have you stopped to consider one thing?"

"Hm?"

"Do I even like him like that?"

Felix stepped back, aghast. "What do you mean? Of course you do!"

"That sounds an awful lot like gaslighting," you grumbled.

He smacked a hand over his mouth before lifting his brows. "I just always assumed!" came out muffled from behind his fingers.

"Why would you assume that?" you laughed nervously, trying to deep dive in your recent memory of interactions with Lee Know. Sure, he was good looking. And yeah, he was a good listener.

And maybe you'd be the first to admit that when he did that crooked smile with the little nose crinkle you died a little inside, but otherwise, you were totally normal. He was totally normal. A possible love connection had never crossed your mind...not that often at least.

"You're just so..." Felix started before waving his hands in the air. "Around each other."

"Please explain what..." you laughed, mimicking his hand gesture. "Means."

"Squishy, cute, perfect together," he sighed. "He gets so giggly and soft when you're paying attention to him. He's only ever like that with us."

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. "I know you want us to be this cute little rom com, but-"

"No, Y/N," Felix hummed. "I want you two to be happy. And I think that could really be with each other."

"You got this! " Han whisper shouted. He rubbed Lee Know's shoulders as he hopped up and down. "It's going to be great."

Lee Know bit his lip, grappling with the feeling of nausea washing across his lower torso. He hated giving anyone the power to make him feel like this, even if it was you.

For what felt like weeks, Han had chipped away at his armor. The protection he had so carefully carved out over the years was picked away by his overbearing (in a good way he guessed?) best friend. It was true that if Han didn't push him in other situations, he wouldn't be nearly as happy and successful as he was. What if this was the same?

On good days, he trusted Han with everything he had. On bad days, he could only trust him as far as he could throw him.

And that big head of his was heavy today.

"This is the worst idea you've ever had," he hissed, spinning around to face Han. "Are you sure they like me?"

"Positive-" Han started. "-ly definitely a maybe."

Lee Know's eyebrows lowered, his hands latching onto Han's biceps. "What," he whispered.

Han cringe-smiled, wary of how quiet Lee Know's voice had gotten. He would almost prefer him to be loud about his confusion. He knew how to handle that Lee Know reaction. This one only inspired nervousness.

"I talked to Felix," Han said meekly. "He talked to Y/N-"

"This sounds a lot like a game of telephone," Lee Know said through barred teeth. "If I make a fool of myself..."

"You're not," Han cooed, looking his friend in the eyes. As Lee Know's hands drooped back to his sides, Han grabbed his shoulders again. "You know we wouldn't ever set you up to be knocked down, right? This is going to go great."

Or at least he hoped it would.

You tucked your legs under you as you settled onto the practice room couch. Quickly glancing around, you tried not to let yourself think too deeply about what was going to happen.

"He said he wanted to meet me here?" you croaked, looking anxiously toward Felix.

Your friend's expression was soft as he set a hand lightly on your knee and gave a gentle squeeze. "He did."

"To talk," you said, repeating what Felix had said on the way over.

"Mmhmm," he hummed, lazily scrolling through his phone.

"Is he on the way? Is-"

"Y/N," Felix grinned, looking up again. "It's okay to be nervous. You know that, right?"

"Nervous?" you scoffed. "What reason do I have to be nervous?"

Felix lifted his brows, letting you answer the question yourself.

Whether it was unsaid or not, you had every reason. Just a few nights ago, you had been convincing yourself and Felix (well, maybe not Felix) that you had never really considered Lee Know in the way he was insinuating you should. When you had pointed the gaslighting finger at him, you supposed your other three fingers were pointing right back at you. No matter how many times you told yourself things just weren't like that with Lee Know, a little patter in your heart suggested otherwise.

He made you feel things.

Good, amazing, but completely terrifying things. Things you hadn't wanted to observe too closely until your friends held them out for you to examine.

Taking a deep inhale through your nose, you slowly blew it out of your mouth. "I'm nervous."

"That is a really healthy admission, Y/N," Felix chuckled sarcastically. "I'm proud of you."

"Shut uuuup," you groaned, slumping down against the back of your seat. "Is he on the way or not?"

As if waiting for your signal, the door slammed open. Jumping a bit at the sound, you watched as someone's hand pushed Lee Know aggressively into the room. Stumbling forward, he quickly regained his footing before looking up with a nervous smile. "Hey."

"Hey," you said weakly, feeling your mouth already curving up with amusement.

"Time to go," Felix hummed, springing up from beside you and making his way toward the door. "You two have fun."

"Wait," you gasped, furrowing your brows. "You're leaving?"

"Got things to do," Felix smirked, nodding at Lee Know as he walked past. "You two might want to lock the door for some privacy. You know what? I'll just do it myself on the way out..."

"No," Lee Know muttered, shaking his head. "We're fine."

"Suit yourself," Felix shrugged. Opening the door only wide enough for him to slide through, he closed it behind him again.

Directing your attention back to Lee Know, you gave a small wave.

He let out a huff of a chuckle before walking slowly toward you and plopping on the couch as well. "So..."

"So," you nodded. The air was heavy with tension, an awkward silence going longer and longer between the two of you.

It was never like this when you met. Things always seemed to be so easy before, albeit occasionally shy. You refused to have whatever was going on ruin that.

Pushing forth every ounce of courage you had, you finally chanced looking up from your lap and into Lee Know's eyes. He had been quietly watching you, the direct contact causing his breathing to stutter.

"Why are we making this so painful on ourselves?" you said quietly. "Just say what you'd like to say."

"M-me?" Lee Know exhaled. "Han said that you..."

He trailed off, a small line appearing between his eyebrows when he began to think too deeply.

"But Felix-" you started, shaking your head in confusion. It felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured down your back. Had Lee Know not wanted to talk to you at all?

"I'm going to kill them," Lee Know hissed, springing to his feet. You came to the realization at the same time he did. Your friends had set you up. "I'm going to shove them both into the air fryer, I'm going to crank it to-"

A strangled laugh escaped from your throat as you grabbed his hand. Stopping mid-sentence, Lee Know immediately sank back down beside you. "They...they framed this up to be..."

"A confession?" you said weakly. You were crestfallen. A sour feeling twisted around your chest and plummeted to your gut. No matter how much you had tried to prepare yourself, it was all a wash.

"Well, yeah," Lee Know huffed. "They...they think we have feelings for each other...and we just haven't realized."

"Pfft," you scoffed, the hurt emotions already surging to the forefront. "Don't you think we'd know if we had feelings for each other?"

"Definitely," he nodded irritably. After only a few seconds, the nodding grew softer. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" you croaked.

"I..." he trailed off, his eyes trailing everywhere but towards you. "I mean, I had kind of hoped..."

You remained cautiously silent. The preemptive hurt was being pushed out of your chest as optimism surged in.

"It was a nice idea," he said finally. "That's all."

You opened your mouth to speak but were unsure of where to go next. Was this him admitting that he liked the thought of you two together? In his funny, little, Lee Know way, was he being open with you?

You thought back to your conversation with Felix and recalled the words you had cast off so easily. You've gotta make him feel safe. He'll admit it if he knows he's not going to get his heart broken.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath before opening them again. Reaching forward, you set your fingers lightly atop of where Lee Know's hand sat on his knee.

Looking down in alarm, he looked back up again, and searched your face. "Y/N?"

"Just say you want me...and I'm yours," you said, ripping off the words like a Band-Aid.

Lee Know blinked, trying to understand. When your words finally dawned on him, it was as if he was blossoming before your eyes. His smile grew wide and his breaths heavy as he continued to look at you.

You sucked in your bottom lip, waiting. The action immediately drew his attention. Just when you thought his smile couldn't have gotten any bigger, the corners tugged even higher. Launching forward, he gripped your face between his hands and pressed his mouth against yours. What had been so quiet and fragile only minutes before, now pulsed with an electricity and fervor you weren't expecting. Gripping his wrists, you kissed him back, the surge of emotions making you feel as if you could cry.

At the edge of your senses, you could hear what sounded like faint shouting. Pulling only a centimeter or so away from Lee Know, you both looked at each other in confusion. The practice room door flung open as Felix and Han fell through, toppling over each other to land on the floor.

Felix looked up with a sheepish grin. "Told you both that you should probably have locked it."

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risenwrites · 5 months

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Ace When He's Drunk

(Reader is referred to as she/her)

When Ace is drunk, he gets really giggly

Like... super giggly

And he wants you to be too!

He'll do anything to make you laugh along with him

Especially if he thinks you're upset or you have a frown

And it's anyone's guess if he'll just tickle you or do something dumb

9 times out of 10, he'll be tickling you

There have been tickle fights between you two, and you both lost count of the score of wins against each other

The 1 time will be him trying to show off with his devil fruit powers or something

He almost burned a building down once... we don't talk about that

Ace also likes to squeeze your cheeks!

He loves how soft they feel, and he just wants to take a bite of your cute, squishy face!

One time he actually latched onto your cheek and sucked and pulled on it for a bit, saying you tasted sweet

When that happened, you worried he thought you were mochi or something

Boy will also kiss and nip your skin anywhere he can reach

You always have a bunch of little red spots on your body after he's gotten a bit too drunk

He gets clingy when he's drunk

Like if you try to leave him for any reason he'll start whining and pouting about he doesn't want you to leave him alone

How he'll die if you leave him for even a second

You know he'll be fine, but his puppy dog eyes always make you cave in and stay

The entire time he's drunk, he'll be stuck to you like honey

By the way, You thought Ace was a horny monster already?

He gets worse when he's drunk

So, so much worse

He'll say the most down bad things about you during those rare moments he isn't with you 💀

Like how he wants to rail you from literally just hugging him (this only happens when he's drunk, normally hugging is just comforting I promise)

Or how he wants you to ride him until he can't talk and he's a mess

Any and all sexual fantasies he's had about you are known to anyone willing to listen

Marco has to reign him in when it comes to talk about you

Even with things that aren't sexual

The first thing he says to anyone while drunk is:

"Have ya seen ma pretty girlfriend? Ain't she the hottest you've ever seen?"

Then he'll add something down bad like:

"That's probably because she's got ma cum running down her legs and on her lips~ hehehehehe~"

At the point Marco drags him back to you

Thankfully it doesn't take long for him to pass out from being super drunk

But when that happens, he normally passes out on top of you, making it so you can't do much

You still love him though

You wouldn't want him any other way

Later when you and Marco tell him about the stuff he did while drunk he gets low-ley embarrassed lol

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georgiapeach30513 · 6 months

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Inside Her Fantasy, Part 1

Summary: Ransom was a sweet playboy, and you are America's sweetheart. Two opposite people that met in an unlikely way. Things move fast when you're in the spotlight, and you fell more everyday. He was happy he had someone who he could trust with his vulnerable side. You were happy to have someone who could stand tall and not be irritated by your own fame. Fast love and living in a fish bowl isn't always easy. But can you and Ransom beat the odds?

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating: fluff

Warnings: none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.5K

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*Dividers created by @firefly-graphics

Early morning muffled giggles, and the pitter patter of feet make Ransom stir in his sleep. His face burrows deeper into the pastel pink ruffles. Feet hanging off the edge of the bed, but his eyes remain close.

“Daddy,” a giggly voice echoes in the hallway as she covers her mouth with her hand. “Uncle Ranny is in my bed again.”

“Is he,” the big beefy man picks up his littlest daughter, throwing her in the air. “Why are you sitting in the hallway?”

“Because,” she points a finger to her bedroom before covering her mouth with her hand. “I think he has twinkle toes!”

“Not the twinkle toes! Why weren’t you in your bed last night?”

“Uhh,” she draws out, shrugging her shoulders. Usually she didn’t sleep in her room on nights before her parents had to go to the hospital. “I — daddy, I slept in Maevey’s room. And then I wake up to go play, and Uncle Ranny is drooling on my satin!”

“Oh, dear. Let’s wake Mr. Twinkle Toes up, okay?” She responds with an okay, nodding her head while he walks into the room. Ransom let’s out a loud snore, hugging onto one of the little girl’s Squishmallows, and she giggles again.

“Ransom,” her father says, but Ransom snores lower. “Ransom!” He kicks the bed, and Ransom shoots up immediately, groaning before flopping back down on the bed. “You’re drooling on the princess’ pillow.”

“Yeah! That’s my pillow. Why do you always sleep in my bed when you have twinkle toes.”

“I don’t have twinkle toes,” Ransom harrumphs, flipping over to his side. He hugs tighter to her stuffed animal, giving her a peek. “Why are you up so early?”

“You do have twinkle toes! You always drool with twinkle toes!”

“Charlie, baby, I,” he stops talking looking at his best friend and teammate before nodding his head, “Yes, princess, I had twinkle toes, and pranced right in here. I’m sorry, but I’ll buy you a new squishy thing,” Bucky clears his throat, and shakes his head. “I’ll buy you something.”

“Ahh! Daddy, I need to see Maevey. Put me down,” she wiggles out of her daddy’s arms before darting towards her sister’s room.

Bucky gives a long look to Ransom before leaning up against his daughter’s dresser. “Yeah, I had twinkle toes, which by the way, why does your wife call it that?”

“Next time we’ll tell the kids you got shit faced, and stumbled into our house because you used my kids as an excuse to call a cab for some girl of the night,” rolling his eyes, Ransom turns his back to Bucky. “You deserve more than one night stands. Ones you can look at without your beer goggles.”

“Not all of us are cut out to marry our highschool sweethearts.”

“You think it was easy for us?” Bucky sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “She had Maeve when she was sixteen. Pregnant when she was fifteen, and yeah, we struggled and made it work. But you…”

“Grew up in a life of privilege. I didn’t buy my way into the NFL. I worked hard to get there,” Bucky sighs, watching his friend. It had become a frequent pattern with Ransom coming to his house to hide from his problems. The extra help with the kids was nice, but Ransom wasn’t living his life.

“Didn’t say you did. I’m saying those kids love you, and you adore them. You’re worth more than being a fake uncle,” yawning Ransom turns to look at Bucky with an unreadable face. There is zero emotions on his face as he looks at his friend. “There’s going to be some woman who the kids love, and she’s going to send you on a whirlwind. You two are going to fall so hard for each other.”

“Why are you in here, Buck?” He responds pitifully. Ransom was never much into love. It was a made up word that very few could ever hold in their hands. They made excuses and claimed they loved or were in love, but people always disappoint you.

“You’re in my house, and in my daughter’s bed. But Nixon has an appointment. We’re staying overnight, and the girls would rather…”

“You don't have to ask. I don’t want them with anyone else anyways. They’re the only women in my life that don’t make my life a living hell,” Charlie’s bedroom door squeaks open, and the little girl runs onto Ransom’s lap, while the oldest bashfully walks in. She looks at her dad before back at Ransom.

The tall man looks towards the teenager, narrowing his eyes, and pursing his lips. He’s seen this look more than once in his life. “What do you want, Maeve?”

“So, you know my favorite artist right?” Her voice is nearly a whisper. Almost embarrassed to ask Ransom this.

“Picasso?”

“No, recording artist,” she giggles, shaking her head. She whispers out your name, and looks back at her father quickly. “Umm, she’s playing Gillette tonight. Mom already said we could go, but…”

“Who is that?” Ransom asks, confused. “She…what do you mean she’s playing Gillette?”

“Well, she is the number one artist in the world right now. She’s doing this stadium tour, and she’s going to be here for a few days. I think the itinerary I got online is correct. I know you can’t always believe everything you see on the internet, but I really want to go. Charlie likes her, too,” her little sister nods her head, and whispers into Ransom’s ear about how pretty you are. “It would mean everything to me.”

“Maevey, if she’s as big as you say she is, I might not be able to get us in,” there was only one way he could get the girls in, and he really didn’t want to go down that road again.

“You’re literally the starting tight end of the Patriots,” Maeve wasn’t going to give up without a bit of a fight.

“Your dad is the quarterback.”

“And didn’t you date some…”

“Ahh! I didn’t date her! No, absolutely not,” Ransom decides quickly he isn’t going to ask his ex about tickets to one of the biggest concerts of the year. But then the littlest girl looks up at him, sweetly asking pretty please with a cherry on top, and he can’t say no.

You bite at your lip, getting a little slap on your wrist by your makeup artist. She hates when you ruin her work. Your lipstick was already on, and now she has to go back and fix it. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you hardly recognize that girl anymore. She’d been through hell recently. Bad breakups are never easy. Worse when the world can watch.

Sighing, you look towards the door. There is always something that bothers you about this talk show. She was invasive, and played up what the tabloids said. You couldn’t keep a man. You just date around to write songs. You were seeing just how many notches you could get. It was insulting.

You are sure you’re not the only woman in the world to date or date around. What you did just was viewed by the world. Growing up in front of the camera may not be ideal, but you didn’t know anything else. This life was all you knew. It gave you the world, while also taking away so much. You loved it, and feared it. You welcomed it, and also wished you could turn it off sometimes. There was never a break.

Someone knocks on the door, and whispers out your name, letting you know it was time to go on to the set of Leslie Locke. Your team always wanted you to put in a good face for this show. It was fun, and the fans enjoyed it, but too bad the press enjoyed your humiliation more.

You squint from the lights as you walk onto set, greeted halfway by Leslie when you take a seat in a chair opposite her. Her blue eyes give you a strange look, and you look out to the audience awkwardly. She was up to something. You just knew it, but what is the question?

“So you had a pretty rough start to the year,” you smile at her, and give her a nod. She was already starting in on you and your relationship. “But the good thing is I’m sure you got some good songs out of it, right?”

“I’d say most writers use their life experiences to tell a story. How is it any different than a writer of a book?” Leslie isn’t used to you snapping back. With age comes a need to protect your peace. Her mouth goes tight as she looks at the camera and then back at you.

“But aren’t authors embellishing the story?” With the breakup came a new realization that you had the power and voice. You didn’t need someone to protect you. You could do it yourself. “We all embellish. Even when I talk to my girlfriends, I’m embellishing the story.”

“So you admit that you use your songs to make yourself look better in the breakup?” She always twisted your words. It was her schtick. You smile, shaking your head no, but have no intentions of elaborating. It wasn’t worth the argument.

“Well, I want to play a game with you,” oh good grief. She loved these stupid games. “Since you’re back on the market, I thought it would be fun to show you some single men,” you turn to look towards one of the cameras with a deadpan look. “No, this will be fun. They’re hot men, just not your usual type.”

“Okay, fine,” you sigh, knowing that it would be easier just to agree.

“Good, good,” she holds up the first picture, and you roll your eyes, shaking your head rapidly. “What’s wrong with Dayton White?”

“I don’t date race car drivers.”

“You mean you haven’t, but you could?” This is a hard no. You wouldn’t date him. “Okay, what about this guy? Big, tall, buff, and he’s a boxer,” you wait a moment for her to give you a name. “This is August Walker.”

“I don’t like the mustache. I like mean without too much going on with their face. Clean cut, ya know?”

“Well, that leaves out these two. Okay, so he’s a football player,” you scrunch up your nose, already looking disgusted. Why would you date a football player? “He’s 6’5”, tight end for the New England Patriots,” not interested. “Blue eyes, all of 265 pounds of man, and a bit of a wild card,” your ears perk up because of course they do. You love those men that have that slight toxicity. They are your weakness. And you hate it.

“Completely baby faced, and he does love going out,” please be ugly. Please be ugly. “You have no idea who Ransom Drysdale is, huh?”

“Ransom?” She flips the card over showing you what he looks like, and you’re a goner. “Oh,” you stutter, trying to look away from his face. “Oh, he’s kinda cute,” the fact that he was holding a small little girl, while hugging another. It made him even more attractive, if his angelic face wasn’t enough.

“Kinda? That is one hell of a man,” yeah, he was. You can’t even imagine how big he would be next to you.

“He’s got kids?” They were adorable little girls. You didn’t think you wanted to date someone with kids, but he could be worth it. You had never dated someone with kids. No, it didn’t matter anyways. You weren’t going to date this man. You were going to look him up. Maybe check out a few pictures of him.

“No, these are his teammate Bucky Barnes’ daughters. He’s very close with the quarterback on the team,” sure he was. He didn’t have kids, that was better. You loved kids, but weren't ready for that. But him being good with kids is a good quality. “You have no idea what the QB does, huh?”

“He throws the ball? Catches it? Tackles?”

“Football isn’t your thing, I see,” she didn’t even answer the question. Fine, you made a public declaration of finding him attractive. Great. You can already see the tabloids writing some stupid nonsense. He is cute though. And somehow loving kids that aren’t his is making him more attractive. It shows he could be a father, but was smart enough to prevent it. Ugh, you can’t be thinking about things like this. You just know his name. But a name is a start. No! Not this one. You will not fall into this trap again.

Maeve plops down on the couch, sighing as she looks out the window. Ransom was running late, and that only meant one thing. She wasn’t going to the concert tonight.

“Maevey!” Charlie says, bouncing on her older sister’s lap. “Don’t be sad. Uncle Ranny is watching us tonight, and she’ll be at Gillette tomorrow night, too. Can we make bracelets again?” Maeve wants to say no, until she sees her sister’s dark green eyes pleading up at her. “Pretty please?”

“Fine, go get the stuff. I’m sure Ran will just have pizza delivered. And…we’ll watch her interview on Leslie Locke’s today,” it wasn’t the same as actually seeing you in concert, but it would be fine. Maybe you’d talk about some upcoming music. Maybe you’d talk about a new project.

Charlie runs into her room to grab up her beads and elastic. Anything to play and spend time with her big sister. Bringing it back with the biggest smile on her face.

By the time Ransom walks into the house, he gives Maeve a regretful smile, shaking his head, “Maeve, I did try. Me and Candy didn’t end well, so I didn’t think she would help me out. And hey, your dad is the QB, shouldn’t he be able to help?”

“They’re sold out,” her voice is flat as she returns to stringing on a bead. “She’ll be on Leslie’s soon.”

“Leslie Locke’s?” Ransom groans, sitting on the floor with the girls. “All that woman wants to do is hook people up with another celebrity. She’s obnoxious, but she asks questions that nobody wants to ask. You guys really watch that trash?” Maeve shrugs her shoulders, adding another bead to her current bracelet. “What is this?”

“I love friendship bracelets! Here, Uncle Ranny, you start one. You gonna get twinkle toes this weekend?” Snorting, he shakes his head no. Giving a groan when the Leslie Locke theme song plays in the background. It is like he was getting irritated by just the thought of having to hear her voice. “I like when you get twinkle toes. It means we’re going to wake up with you here.”

“I’m here now to watch you because,” he pauses, looking up at Charlie whose eyes darken a moment. “Nixon will be okay. They think there’s a new…”

“Ran, don’t,” Maeve pulls Charlie over into her lap, giving her tiny sister a kiss on the head. “He’s going to be okay, sissy.”

“Of course he is, princess. Nixie boy is going to be so strong, and going to be the best linebacker that the east coast has ever seen,” reaching out his hand, he gives the little girl a tap to her nose, “I promise, Nixon will be okay.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. Hey, look! Maevey! There she is. Oh, she’s so pretty, huh, Uncle Ranny?” Both girls turn to look towards Ransom, and he is only staring at you as you wave to the camera. Giving the audience the prettiest smile. He’s notices the fake smile you give Leslie. He’s done it a few times.

“What do you think?” Maeve leans towards him, bumping his shoulder. “You have just as much chance as those normal people. But she has this tendency to,” Maeve’s words turn into mush as Ransom watches you. He hadn’t ever seen anyone more beautiful. He isn’t sure why he hadn’t ever thought to look you up. Especially when there was the rumor you would be singing at the Super Bowl.

Your fake little giggle as you look at Leslie is even adorable. He isn’t paying attention to whatever little game Leslie is playing with you until Charlie sees it.

“That’s me!” Charlie shouts, jumping out of her sister’s lap. “That’s me! Maevey, she’s looking at us.”

“Oh, my god,” Maeve chokes out, hearing you mention how Ransom was cute. “Oh my god! She’s seen my face. She…she’s — Ransom, do you understand what this means?” Ransom can’t think of anything other than the fact that you are staring at a picture of him.

“I have an idea. Ran, I have — Ransom Drysdale! She’s going to be at the children’s hospital before her concert. Ransom! Ransom, pay attention to me.”

You thought he was cute. You smiled a genuine smile looking at him. His phone hadn’t rang. Leslie wasn’t trying to put her meddling nose where it didn’t belong. He could call his people, and get them to call your people. This could work. One date. One night.

“Ransom!”

“What?” He asks, finally looking at Maeve.

“I have an idea, and you won’t have to get anyone’s teams involved. It would just be you and her. It’s perfect, and she loves simple things. She loves little sneaks. And I think she kinda liked the idea that you don’t have kids, but you’re around them. Ran, I know what we need to do.”

Performing was the easy part of your career. Having moments to tell your stories with a guitar in your hand. Nothing else matters. Just you and the movement of the lyrics. Looking up to see the children’s faces makes you smile.

You wanted a family. One day you would have some of your own. Even though you’re sealed up in a studio alone, this is one of your favorite crowds to perform for. Big beaming smiles as they hang on to every word that you say. They always called you powerful, but they were the powerful ones. Always able to have a smile on their face.

Smiling despite whatever was going on in their lives. Enjoying life regardless of what their diagnoses were. Simple. Peaceful. Looking back down at your guitar, you close your eyes for a moment, and just feel the music. Everyone always had something going on in their life. Money couldn’t buy you everything. Definitely couldn’t make bad stuff from happening to you.

Opening them back up, you look out into the small audience and choke. Having to look away from the handsome man that was standing in front of you. You had only just seen him in a photo recently, and there he was. It was like the clouds had opened up, and the sun shone right on him. His blue shirt setting off his eyes even more. And those jeans made his legs look days long. He is staying casual, even a brand new pair of Nikes on. He wasn’t even remotely your type, and still you feel drawn to him.

“Uncle Ranny she saw you,” Ransom shakes his head no. He imagined the crack in your voice when you looked up at him. He has to hold Charlie up, so she could actually see over the crowd in front, and Maeve leans over on his shoulder. “Yeah huh. She did. Or it was me.”

“It was definitely you,” Ransom responds without looking away from you. You looked delicate in that room all by yourself. Strumming on a guitar and peaceful. He didn’t have the best reputation in the NFL. The reputation of a perpetual playboy. Love them and leave them, so if you wanted to even talk to him, you would have to accept that. And from what research he did on you, any male in your vicinity was automatically your Prince Charming.

Two people from very different careers, and rumors that ruled your careers just as much as your talent. The rumors aren't always true. Some nights Ransom doesn’t even go home with those women. He crawls into a tiny little twin sized princess bed with pink ruffles. The tabloids could write what they wanted to. But this — this is an intimate setting, and he’s never seen anyone more beautiful than you.

You might not realize it, but you look at each child that is watching you perform. Giving them a moment of joy. There are no cameras, and nobody to see what you’re doing but these kids and family. And then he realizes he must look like the biggest asshole because he was here.

“We should go,” he whispers, and he swears he sees you shake your head no. Could you read lips, and were you asking him not to go?

“No, we can’t,” Maeve whispers, her eyes staying on you the entire time. “You have to give her what you made.”

“Maeve, this is silly,” she gives her quasi uncle a quick pinch on his forearm. Something she’s done most of her life. Her silent way of letting him know that she wasn’t going to change her mind, she needs to see this through. “I can just get…”

“She doesn’t like setups like that. She wants things to be organic.”

“I showed up at the children’s hospital to see her,” and saying it out loud sounds even more absurd than it felt. He was crossing a line by coming here.

“You are just bringing us to our parents, so we can check on our little brother because he’s going to have another surgery. This is as random as you can get,” Maeve’s words stop in her mouth as you smile at the three of them. Your eyes looking back to the kids in the front. You aren’t sure why they are there, but you aren’t entirely upset about it either.

He looks more handsome in person. And the way those girls are so comfortable with him. A quick Google search told you how close he was with his QB. How he spent a ton of free time with him, and his kids. You hope that they linger. You always want to give time to everyone before they are shuffled back into their room. Hoping a smile towards them, and holding up a finger, asking them to give you a minute will be enough.

You know it isn’t going to be long before you are going to be ushered away in preparation for the show. Taking a deep breath, you go to hug each and every one of them. Watching your PA from the side who is constantly checking on the time. Hopefully Ransom and his nieces understood it wasn’t being rude. She was always conscious of your time.

As soon as the last person is pulled away from your side, you stand up straight to look at Ransom with whatever smile your social battery will allow. Your PA says your name, and motions you with her head it was time to leave, “Give me ten more minutes?” She looks at Ransom and the girls, and holds up her whole hand. Five minutes was better than nothing.

“So,” you huff out walking towards them. Having to gulp when you realize just how massive Ransom is. No wonder the little girl looked tiny in his arms. “Uh,” you giggle, not knowing exactly what to say. “I’m sorry.”

“My brother is here,” the oldest girl blurts out, and pulls at Ransom’s arm. “He has something for you.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes. You do. He’s on the Pats. He tried to get tickets to your show last night, but they were sold out. I’ve always wanted to see you. I’m your biggest fan. My little sister, Charlotte, loves you, too. She’s just four, so she doesn’t understand all the lyrics. But I do. I love how you kinda tease your fans, and give us little Easter eggs in anticipation for your next album, or sneak things into your videos. It’s so cool,” panicking she looks up at Ransom. Realizing she had word vomited all of that to you. This wasn’t how she imagined meeting you would go.

“Maevey, breathe,” the little girl giggles, before hiding her face on Ransom.

“She talks a lot when she’s nervous,” Maeve gives him a pinch to his arm, and if you weren’t standing right in front of him, laughing a tiny bit, he wouldn’t do what he was about to do. “I did try.”

“Well, what if I told you that I have a few extra tickets to the show. I always ask for a box at these stadium shows to stay empty for me just in case. It’s still empty,” both the girls squeal, and Maeve tugs on Ransom’s arm a bit. “I should probably go, honestly. But…I’ll have my people call yours?”

“Uhh…where is,” You point over to a few hidden areas in the hospital. You had people everywhere. He’s sure most are for security. But still one could figure out what it was Ransom needed to do to get to the stadium. Maeve gives him another pinch to his arm, and he grunts as you start to turn around.

“Uh, me and the girls, we uh — we made you something.”

“That’s adorable,” you preen, looking between both of the girls. Ransom reaches his giant hand into his pocket, and pulls out a crude bracelet.

“We made friendship bracelets last night instead of watching your concert. I just brought them here to see their parents and baby brother.”

“This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me,” you’ve had sweet things given to you. But there is something about envisioning this man on the floor with two girls, and making a bracelets with those thick fingers. “Thank you. Honestly, I want to see you guys in the box tonight. Jared will get you all the info that you need.”

“Yes. Yes, you will. Ransom has nothing to do. Nothing at all,” you liked the teenager with him. Even when nervous, she still said what she thought.

Ransom sighs as you walk away. Thankful you hadn’t looked at what the bracelet said while you were in front of him. He could breathe again, but you couldn’t. Walking with your PA, your fingers play with the bracelet until you are helped into your car.

“June, he’s so hot. Like hot hot obviously. He’s so big and wide, and the way he delicately held Charlotte? Oh my god. That was the sweetest thing, and I need them at the show tonight.”

“Don’t let him be a distraction.”

“I won’t,” you roll your eyes, finally giving the bracelet a look. He was smooth. You stuff it back in your pocket. Smiling from ear to ear, and knowing that when you go alone, you were going to pick up your phone, and make sure that he had your number, too.

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etherealyoungk · 6 months

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Hi Skye! Nice to meet you! Dropping in for the first time to send in a soft thought :)

Soonyoung has been looking extra squishy lately. His cheeks are so adorable. Just think of squishing his cheeks together while giggling at him and giving his face little butterfly kisses. He would be so giggly as well and he would just give you the softest look with so much love and awe in his eyes. The look that says "this is my person. They are so lovely. Look at their little giggles. All because of me? 🥺" I think these simple little happy moments would just make him fall for you over and over again.

hello! nice to meet you as well ^^ apologies for the late reply, but i appreciate you sending this in and it's such a cute thought :( bc he has been looking extra squishy and cute lately especially haha.

imagine sitting on the couch facing soonyoung, who's telling you about something funny or interesting that happened at work, or maybe spilling some work gossip. and he's so serious and into it but all you can look at how adorable he is, the way his cheeks just look so soft the pout on his lips when he talks.

you can't help the giggle that escapes your lips as you look at him and he pauses, looking at you, the pout on his face becoming more pouty. "what?", he asks. "this is serious babe", he repeats putting his hands on your shoulders. you don't say anything, only reaching up to cup his cheeks with one hand and gently, squish his soft cheeks. "this is serious too", you tell. "what is?", he asks through the squished cheeks. "to squish your cheeks. they're so squishable", you tell, serious and he just blinks at you.

you smile and lean forward to pepper his face with a kiss, cupping his face in your hands. he giggles along with you and smiles. when you look at him, his eyes are practically shining with love and he's so happy and he's all sweet and soft, thinking about how much he loves you.

#i hope this was okay omg 😭#skye's writing #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen drabbles #seventeen scenarios #seventeen soft hours #seventeen x reader #hoshi fluff

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justpearlysworld · 5 months

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Hi!

I love your writing it always makes me so giggly and kick my feet in the air 🥹

Would you write about hyper feminine (soft and sweet) x König please! 🎀💘

absolutely!!! and thank you!!!!🐻‍❄️💗💗

könig w/ hyperfem! reader!!

—who’s cutting onions??

he loves you soooo sooo soo so much!!! he could cry

-he thinks you’re an angel sent from heaven <3

-you’re so so squishy and soft and sweet and AFHHHHH he loves you

-he met you when you were a young recruit and quickly fell in love with you

-imagine ,, big scary könig with a little ball of sunshine!!! you!!!!!

-at first, he thought it was a little odd that everything you owned was pink and cute but he quickly got used to it because it’s what makes you you!!!

-his favorite thing to do is watch you get dressed and do your makeup!! he loves to sit in the bed while you prance around in your little polka dot panties and bra!! he thinks you look like a doll and can’t help but get turned on whenever he sees you

-he loves to watch you do your skin care and do your makeup too!! he likes to watch you do your eyeliner and your mascara and paint your face with pretty blushes and highlighters

-on a more sensitive note, he didn’t grow up the best. always being teased about his height made him insecure around other people. once he got older and into the military, he found that he could use it to his advantage.

-so whenever you’re with him, he feels so big and strong!! you’re so small and sweet it just makes him ultra protective of you !!

-when you guys were still living on base, he always made an effort to come and visit you in your room! you always had a love for cute pink things and your room was a clear reflection of that!!

-when you guys went off base, you were always dressed in cute sweaters, skirts, mary janes, cute flowy dresses, and small but very pretty jewelry

-he loves to go out into public with you. he likes walking around town with you and watching your eyes light up at the sights around you!! he thinks it’s so cute and so so so so sweet :33

-one time, you guys went to this little bakery/ coffee house that opened up and you had begged him to get lunch there!! he caved and you guys went in!! he ordered a black coffee and some scones and you got a a smoothie and a slice of strawberry pound cake

-when you took a bite, you had whipped cream on your nose

-aHHHHH SO PRECIOUS

-cue könig.exe shut down

-took many pictures and also some mental pictures

-there have been few times that you’ve broken away from a sweet facade and put on your brave face!!

-at this some coffee house, a lady cut in front of you guys in like and it upset könig

-you squeezed his hand and smiled up at him and shook your head

-“it’s not worth it :)”

-alternatively, if this lady had confronted you or könig about anything, you would be sweet, but blunt

-“i’m sorry if we upset you! however, there is no reason to over react!”

- proud könig moment

-some of his favorite moments with you are the sensual ones

-as you guys are preparing for bed, he finds your demeanor so sweet <3

-you’re all half-lidded and sleepy!! your cheeks are puffed out as you fight back sleep

-as soon as you see könig emerge from your shared bathroom, you perk up and send him a sweet smile.

-you untuck yourself from the blankets and crawl your way to the end of the bed where he is

-you sit on your knees and look up at him, nothing but love and adoration in your eyes

-könig rests his hand on your cheek and stares down at you

-“köni, i love you so much <33” you let your head muzzle into his abdomen and purr into him

“Ich liebe dich auch, süßes Mädchen.”

(translation: I love you too, sweet girl.)

(a/n) first request!! might make this a little series?? like a little prompt that i come back too :)) thank your for your request nonnie !!! :33)

Requests are Open!

#modern warfare 2 #x reader #reader insert #call of duty #konig mw2 #konig x reader #valswords<3 #konig headcanons

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greenishghostey · 2 years

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Uh huh…

Summary - Eddie has a habit of saying "uh huh" while inside you. He always was one for flattery and praise.

Warnings - 18+ MDNI, smut, fluff, all the good stuff, switch!Eddie, penetrative sex, reader taking charge, dirty talk, pet names (sweetheart, babe, sweet pea).

Author’s Note - I’ve realised I can only write established relationship smut because I need this dork to say “I love you” at least once. DO NOT REPOST OR EDIT MY WORK

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Eddie always needs to be making some form of sound during sex. It’s more of an impulse rather than a voluntary response. The skin slapping, squelching and cries from you are incredible but he needs to voice how much he’s having his world rocked.

He quickly developed the habit of saying “uh huh” during sex - regardless of setting, position or volume.

His hips are slamming into you from behind while his hands knead the swell of your ass. Your upper body is slumped onto his bed, face pressed into a lumpy, squishy pillow.

The arch of your body means his cock is hitting your g-spot and you swear you feel your eyes roll back into your skull. He’s just so good. So good to you in every way. A sharp smack stings your ass cheek, followed by a soft massage. The throb of your walls has Eddie huffing out a laugh.

“I felt thaaaat, sweetheart. God, you’re fuckin’ drenched. Uh huh, keep being my gooood girl. ” He teased, continuing to spank and massage you.

“Ed-Eddie, Eddie,” you groaned, it was like his name was the only word you could remember. The squelch from you cunt was getting louder the harder Eddie drove his hips into you. He was panting and grunting curse words above you. Losing himself almost as quickly you lost yourself.

He had gotten so good at telling when you were close. The pulse of puffy walls and your knuckles turning white from gripping his sheets were evidence enough. So, he stopped pounding into you and started grinding his hips in slow, torturous circles.

“You close, babe? Uh huh? Fuuuck,” He sighed, the blissful smile on his face came through in his voice. As always, Eddie soon reached the point of being sweaty and near delirious from how long he was dragging out his release. You’d soaked his cock twice now and he needed it one more time.

“Uh huh, uh huh, yeah, shit,” he rambled, alternating between rough, uneven thrusting and impossibly deep grinds, “uh huh, sweetheart, I wanna cum with you so fuckin’ bad, uh huh,”

Uh huh. Uh huh. That phase and the feeling of you cumming on his swollen cock again was all he knew. His vision blurred as he buried himself as deep as he could in you, spilling into the condom and release a howl of a moan.

You were riding Eddie while he was in the driver’s seat of his van. Bouncing on his thick cock with an erratic pace. Eddie was helping to stabilise you with his hands digging into the fat of your thighs. Your moans were enthusiastic and giggly, while his were desperate and gorgeous.

“Aw, did my pretty boy dream about this?” You giggled, starting to circle your hips, “Me. Fucking myself on you in the van?” Christ, you were so wet and he felt incredible.

“Uh huh,” Eddie whined, his head slammed back into the headrest. Your cunt was making his cock sticky and so warm, it felt like heaven and he was privileged enough to experience it.

You pressed your mouth to his in a wet, deep kiss. He chased your tongue as it slid into his willing mouth. Your hands knotted into his shaggy hair, thugged and he groaned like a man possessed.

Eddie pulled away from the kiss to press his sweaty forehead to yours. “You feel so fucking good, Eds. So pretty and so big.”

“Uh huh, I’m good, I’m a good boy, uh huh.” Eddie panted, desperate to cum in you and eating up the praise you loved to shower him with. It had become a sec tradition of sorts for him to compliment himself as well as you.

Hearing his sighs of “uh huh” had you ravenous for both your release and his. The slap your cunt meeting his cock was addictive and you started to grind your clit into him.

The bounce. The grind. The beautiful whines, “uh huh, fuck, baby, love you. Uh huh, please cum with me. Please. Please. Make a mess on my dick. Please.” It was all consuming and your cunt greedily sucked on his cock until he came with a wail.

“Uh huuuuh, you take me so well, sweetheart.” Eddie sighed, sliding his cock into you slowly. He held you so close and moaned onto your lips as he settled inside your warm cunt.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and panted against his wet full lips. The slow stretch of her puffy walls was so intimate and made your heart swell.

“Eds, oh my god,” He shifted and reached even deeper inside you. Both of you relishing in the gushes of your cunt. He didn’t move inside. Eddie buried his face in your neck while you massaged his scalp.

The raw feeling of making love was still quite fresh, but seeing Eddie’s eyes sparkle up at you was unmatched.

“My lady all loved up and happy? Uh huh?” Eddie giggled, a goofy smile on his sweaty face. God, he was just too pretty, it made you want to cry sometimes.

“Mhmm, she’s very happy. How you doing, sweet pea?”

“Sweet pea? That’s new,” He started to move then, the new pet name was really doing it for him. It was sweeter than he felt he deserved but it made him want to show you just how much he loved you. His sweet pea.

The evening continued with laughs, gasps, moans and an outpouring of intimacy that neither of you were used to but welcomed.

Words weren’t needed as Eddie thrust into you slowly, making sure treat you like the treasure you were. Words weren’t needed but that didn’t stop Eddie’s mumbling and groans of “uh huh”. He was a stickler for praise and flattery, after all.

#my writing #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #Eddie Munson smut #eddie munson headcanons #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson #smut #fluff #fic #this is like my hobby now #smut’s really fun to write who knew??????#very short piece and written on my phone #so likely sucks but oh weeeelllll

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tickle-bugs · 3 months

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Ler!Korra, Lee!Mako, #23?

23. "You're so squirmy!"

“C’mere!” Korra gathers Mako up in her arms.

“Korra!” Mako twists side to side, wrists pressed firmly to his chest. He gets his knee between them and starts sliding off the bed, nearly free—

Korra wrestles him back down like it’s not even a thought. Mako’s breath leaves him a bit. He tries to console his wounded pride with the sight of Korra’s biceps.

“You’re so squirmy!” She beams down at him as if she isn’t about to destroy him. Mako swallows nervously.

“What? Are you scared of the big, bad Avatar?” She holds her hands in menacing claws. Mako starts struggling harder.

It’s not—he’s not scared of his girlfriend. He’s not. He is just very aware of her mischievous tendencies and how they tend to lean in a…sensitive direction. He’s pretty sure there’s a council of Korra’s in her brain egging her on to mess with him whenever her hands are free. She’s a cunning mastermind. Five steps and three elements ahead.

The soft, squishy Mako locked behind eight vault doors loves it. The chase, the wrestling, the laughter, the trust, all of it. Mako Prime has to at least try and put up a fight.

“Why?” Korra laughs. She leans down to kiss him, smiling into his mouth. God, she’s beautiful.

Focus, Mako. This is how she gets you.

“You know why!” He points an accusing finger. She laughs louder and laces their fingers together.

“Do I?” Korra tilts her head.

The war strategist in Mako’s head starts shuffling through battle plans. He’s got exactly two seconds until she starts giving his bluster any real thought…

He leans up and kisses her hard enough that she follows him down to the mattress. He threads his free hand into her hair—the other is still pinned to the mattress by Korra’s.

“That’s not—“ Korra pulls away for a moment— “This isn’t an answer, Makommph—“

Mako pats himself on the back for the distraction as he pulls her closer by the waist. Korra slips her hand beneath his shirt. Her calloused fingers drag just above his waistband—

Mako yelps. Korra blinks.

Then she grins.

Mako starts twisting again but she’s already got him pinned like this. She raises an eyebrow and starts tickling up his waist, beelining for his ribs. He falls into giggles as easily as he fell in love. Korra’s fingers trip higher, ignoring giggly protests and the weak slapping of his free hand.

He tries to roll his hips and reverse their positions, but Korra clenches her thighs and doesn’t move. The best he can do is roll on his stomach and hide his face.

“Well this isn’t going to help you.” Korra clambers atop his back and neatly shoves her hands under his arms. He shrieks and kicks his legs against that mattress.

“This is s-so much worse!” He laughs deep and tosses his head.

“I know. Shouldn’t’ve turned over, huh?” She grins. She pulls out one of her hands from Mako’s death grip with some difficulty and worms it under him, reaching for his hips—

Mako finally, blissfully gives in.

#my drabbles #i love korra sm #lok #ticklish!mako #mako #korra #makorra

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fruitcoops · 1 year

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I miss my sister so very much (she's in college) so your sibling fics are the ones I revisit the most often, you write them so well! I was wondering if you wanted to write something about Sirius and Reg playing when Reg is just a few months old and Sirius witnesses Reg saying his first word? Or maybe taking his first step, whatever you prefer. Only if you want to ofc, thank you!

Happy birthday, Sirius! Character credit goes to @lumosinlove, but Anastasia is mine <3

There was a birthday cake in the kitchen, Sirius presumed. He thought he had seen a big white box earlier that afternoon, the kind from the bakery that stamped their name in swirly gold letters and wrapped silk ribbon around the outside. The bows were always picture-perfect; the cakes were more shimmery decoration than substance. Sirius had never been allowed to try one, of course, but the poorly-hidden disappointment on guests’ faces upon the first bite told him he wasn’t missing much. Briefly, he wondered whether he should be sad about not getting to eat his own birthday cake, regardless of the taste.

Another round of laughter siphoned from the closed door of his father’s study and he wrinkled his nose. Never mind.

“It’s not my interest,” he declared. That was a big, new phrase Anastasia had taught him just that morning. Seven year olds need to know big words, she had advised with a secret smile. It makes you sound as smart as you are. He wondered if his cousins would find it as impressive when they visited tomorrow. Surely he was much smarter than Bellatrix had been when she was seven.

Regulus stared up at him, squishy and wide-eyed and confused, then burst into a peal of laughter that made Sirius’ stomach feel funny. A happy kind of funny, like when the birds on the electric line all took off at once. He scooted forward on the carpet and reached toward Sirius’ face with a hopeful noise, kicking in excitement when Sirius lifted him to sit in his lap.

“Anastasia?” he asked quietly. She looked up and set her book aside, leaning forward to hear better. Sirius loved it when she did that. It meant she was really listening. “May we please watch cartoons?”

“No, not right now.”

“Please?”

“We have to be quiet.” She tapped her index finger to her lips with a wink. “You’re the big surprise for your papa’s friends, birthday boy. We can’t spoil a surprise this soon!”

Sirius frowned. “But it’s my birthday. I want to watch cartoons.”

“I know, but—”

“It’s my birthday.” Something hot and itchy rose at the back of Sirius’ neck and he scowled deeper, tightening his hold around Regulus’ soft middle. It didn’t feel like angry and it didn’t feel like sad but altogether something bad that he shouldn’t have to feel today. “It’s my day, Anastasia.”

Anastasia pressed her lips together with a look to the study door, then sat down across from him on the carpet. “I can see you’re getting frustrated—” Frustrated, that’s what this feeling is. “—but cartoons will be too loud right now. What if we go upstairs with Regulus and play cars?”

Sirius chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment. Regulus was getting wiggly already, and he did like playing cars. Sitting downstairs until his parents found the right time for the birthday surprise didn’t sound nearly as fun. “Alright,” he agreed, getting to his feet and looking down. “What do you think?”

Regulus held on to the leg of his scratchy pants for balance and toddled a couple feet before sitting heavily on his backside, then reached up toward Sirius once again.

“I know you can walk further than that,” Sirius sighed. Honestly, it was exasperating. At barely a year old, his little brother was as heavy as a Christmas turkey.

“I can carry him, Sirius,” Anastasia laughed when they reached the first landing.

Sirius shook his head and readjusted to hold Regulus under the arms, letting him hang limp and giggly. “It’s fine,” he panted. “I won’t drop him.”

“I never thought you would.”

Regulus decided enough was enough at the top of the second flight and squirmed, kicking his fleece-clad feet and making unhappy noises until Sirius let him down to wobble along the hallway. “He just started doing that last month,” Sirius informed Anastasia. “He’s fast. Maman says I started walking earlier, but I was slower. I think I’m better at it than he is.”

Anastasia arched a brow, but Sirius could see her smiling. “You’ve had a lot more practice.”

He shrugged. “I guess. Regulus, my room, remember?”

Regulus made a noise and turned, using the bookshelf to balance. Sirius heard Anastasia’s surprised sound and looked up at her curiously. “He understands,” she said. “Interesting.”

“Of course he understands.”

Her eyes flickered down to him. “I—well, I didn’t expect it, is all.”

Sirius frowned. He didn’t like it when people said things like that. “Regulus is very smart.”

“You’re both very intelligent,” Anastasia agreed with a gentle ruffle of his hair. “Alright, go pick your cars and I’ll get the map out.”

It had been fifty-three minutes since they came upstairs. They had played cops and robbers, cowboy chase, and city—he had sorted all his cars by color and then by size, and Anastasia taught him the English words for all of the categories. “This is much more fun than a party,” Sirius had declared after a rousing car chase through the plastic zoo animals. Anastasia had looked a little sad, then, but smiled anyway and told him she was glad he thought so.

That didn’t make a lot of sense, if Sirius was being honest. Why would he want to sit in a room of grownups when he could play cars with Anastasia and Regulus? What stupid person would think that was fun? Best to leave the boring stuff to his parents. It was nice of them to entertain the guests so he could go play.

Regulus wasn’t loud most days; he only cried when he was hungry or missed a nap, and otherwise seemed content to stick to his humming or nothing at all. Sirius understood him perfectly fine either way. But he was louder today, pointing to cars when Anastasia named English colors or sizes—small, medium, big, very big—and babbling. They clapped every time. It made Regulus smile, mostly toothless, and that was enough of a reward.

After cars, they watched the snow falling against the sunset, and once it was dark, Anastasia brought them back downstairs for dinner in the kitchen. Sirius suffered through fifteen minutes of being paraded around the guests to be cooed over and get his cheeks pinched by women older than his grandmother before making a quick escape when the conversation turned back to his father.

The moon hung like a silver dollar in the corner of his bedroom window. The three of them sat on the carpet, Regulus in his lap and Anastasia’s arm around him, tucked up cozy under a blanket from last Christmas. “This was a good birthday,” Sirius said, snuggling into her side. Dinner had made him sleepy. Between the two of them, he was sandwiched in warmth; it was too easy to let his eyelids droop.

“Do you feel older? Seven is a big birthday.”

“Is it?”

“Oh, yes. It’s my lucky number.”

“Hmm. Mine is…” Sirius thought for a moment while Regulus played with his hands. “Mine is six, I think. I liked being six.”

“I did, too. That was a long time ago for me, though.”

“It was yesterday for me.”

“I know, Sirius,” she laughed.

“Soos.”

Sirius felt Anastasia lean down to Regulus’ level at the same time he did. “Reggie? Was that you?”

Regulus pulled on the cuff of Sirius’ fancy shirt. “Soos,” he repeated, shaking it like a rattle.

“…shirt?”

“I think…I think he’s trying to say your name,” Anastasia said quietly.

Oh. Excitement leapt in his chest and he turned Regulus around. Chubby fists waved before settling on Sirius’ front; Regulus leaned in and bonked their foreheads together with a shrieking giggle. “Soos!”

“Sirius,” he corrected.

“Soos.”

“See—ree—oos.”

“Soos!” Regulus stretched it out into a half dozen syllables and Sirius turned to Anastasia, beaming, before Regulus grabbed his cheeks and brought his attention back. “Soos.”

“Sirius.” He touched his own nose, then pressed on Regulus’. “Regulus.”

“Goose.”

“Close enough.”

“Soos and Goose.” Anastasia shook her head, bright-painted lips in a broad smile, and Sirius saw her eyes go shiny for just a second before she blinked it away. “I’ll have to put that one in the book, hmm?”

“Does it count?”

“As a first word? Of course it does.”

“Well, it’s not quite right,” Sirius pointed out, though he couldn’t tear his attention from Regulus’ careful mapping of his face. He was back to humming, little beeps of sound every few seconds.

“It doesn’t have to be just right. It’s enough that he tried, isn’t it? And we know what he means.”

Sirius considered it. “Is that your present for me?” he asked Regulus. “Saying my name?”

“Soos.”

“It counts.” Sirius adjusted his grip so they were eye-to-eye, close enough for Regulus to grab his ears. “That is my favorite birthday present. Thank you.”

Regulus went for his nose next and Sirius jerked back, startled. “Soos!”

“That is not my interest,” he said firmly.

Anastasia’s bark of laughter was louder than any cartoons would have been.

#sirius black #regulus black #anastasia #sweater weather #baby sirius #baby regulus #black brothers #birthday #first word #walburga and orion pay attention to your kid or face my wrath

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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For the event, I love the hc that Nick has such a ticklish tummy. It just always keeps him in a stream of happy giggles and Charlie absolutely loves it. 💖 Raspberries/Kisses on his stomach kill him though- Charlie takes advantage of that all the time because he also knows how much Nick loves hates it 😌 Hope you’re doing well and take all the time you need! 💖

Headcanons To Dabbles: Officially CLOSED!

*sobs* Nick and Charlie!!! On my god, I love them so much!!! These two are beyond adorable, so any chance I get to write for them is a good day! I've gotcha covered, friend! :D Have a great day and take care! :3

CW: Mentions of weight and weight loss, body image

“I’m getting kinda chubby.” Nick mused out loud one afternoon, patting his belly as he laid beside his boyfriend. “Maybe I should start doing sit ups.”

“Nooo!” Charlie gasped out, throwing himself across Nick’s torso protectively. “I love your chub! It’s so soft and squishy!” He buried his face in it, nuzzling about and making Nick squirm. “I mean- if you really want to trim up, I support you- but I’ll miss you being all cuddly!”

“Ahehehehehhee! Mahahhaybe I’ll stahahhahay like this for awhihiihihle!” The blonde giggled out, gently pushing at Charlie’s shoulders as the other continued pressing his face against his skin, easily nosing his shirt out of the way. “Cahhahahhaharlie, coohohohme on! Stahhahahap thahhahhahat!”

“Do you really want me to stop?” He asked, waiting for a proper answer. When none came, he grinned, going back to nuzzling, adding a few kisses in between. “Thought so! You love it when I tickle you here, don’t you? I know I love it- you get all giggly and blushy!”

“Lihiihiihhike yohooohohohu dohoohohohoho?” The bigger boy wheezed out, all but squealing when Charlie blew a raspberry. “Chahahhaharlie! Chahahhaharlie, I’m shahahaharry! I tahahahahake it bahahhack! I taahhahake it bahahhaack- Gehahahahahahaha!”

“That’s what I thought!” Charlie laughed against him, stopping his tickles to give his boyfriend a much needed break. “You’re so ticklish here! How did I not know this sooner?”

“Ahehehe…hehehe…probably cause I’m always tickling you before you get a chance.” Nick laughed, pulling Charlie up by his jumper. Really, he should say his jumper, given how much Charlie loves borrowing them. Once he was close enough, he kissed him. “Hello there.” He smiled when they pulled away.

“Hello to you too.” Charlie giggled, cheeks pink and eyes warm. He tucked himself against Nick’s chest, snuggling in for another hour or so of cuddles. “Really though- whatever you want to do with your body, I support it. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to get trim. I love you just the way you are.”

“Pfft- thank you.” Nick laughed, playing with his hair. “We’ve got a while until Rugby starts up again. Enjoy my chub while you can, Char.”

“Oh I definitely will.” Charlie nuzzled his chest, giggling when he felt Nick shake with mirth beneath him.

#headcanons to dabbles #tickle #tickle dabble #heartstopper #nick nelson #charlie spring #fluff #nick/charlie #tw: body image #tw: mention of weight loss #tw: weight mention #this is pure indulgence #I just really love Nick being kinda chubby #he'd be so cuddly and sweet AHH

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the-hatchetfield-archives · 6 months

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Ahoy there, boys and girls!

Hop aboard the SS Wiggle!

We're settin' sail, for giggles!

He's a wiggly snig

And a sniggly wiggly (Yeah!)

A fwendy-wend

That makes you giggly!

He's an underwater creature from outta this world

A bestest fwendy-wend

To all the boys and girls!

He's a wiggly wig

And a snuggle poo

And a wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle

Wiggle wiggle wiggle with you

His belly's so squishy!

His name is Wiggly

And he's here to stay

His belly's squishy

Puts a smile on your face

Just tickle his belly-well

And he will say

I wuv you!

Uncle Wiley, where does Wiggly come from?

Well, he's deep down in Drowsy Town, sleepin' the dreamless sleep of the dead

Well, how are we gonna wake him up, Uncle Wiley?

Oh, you'll just have to pick up your own Wiggly this Black Friday!

Come on kids

Time to gather 'round

There's an underwater creature

That will turn that frown

He's a fwendy-wend

Through the thick and blue

Cause Wiggly wiggles with you

Rub his belly-well

Bounce him up and down

Tell him that you love

How he wiggles with you

He's all that you wanted

He's all that you needed

For this holiday

This holiday season

Now you've got a reason

For fwends to

Come and pway

You brush his hair with a comb

His body's made out of foam

That's certified laundry-safe

When Wiggly takes over

Your hearts and your souls

Girls, boys

The world will be a

Playground full of magic and Sniggle songs

And when you're feeling down

He's there to sing along

He's a wiggly snig and a best fwend too

And a wiggle, wiggle

He'll wiggle, wiggle

He'll wiggle his way through life

And he's a steal at only $49.95!

Do the wiggle

On this Black Friday

He will hit the shelves

He's riding Santa's sleigh

'Cause he's fwends with all the elves

So sniggle your stocking up

For those days of twelve

This Christmas wiggle with Wiggly

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle

Wiggle your way through life!

Nope

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2nd2ndalto · 1 year

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When I Get Home to You

Chapter 5

Chapter 4

Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Will and both Nicos are just sitting down to lunch when there’s a thump and then a giggle from the bathroom. Younger-Nico starts in surprise, immediately envisioning monsters, but his older counterpart is on his feet in an instant, a smile on his face.

“Hazel?”

The giggling continues, and a second later a kind-looking woman with a halo of golden-bronze curls and a bulky-looking bag over her shoulder is ushered into the kitchen, older-Nico following behind her with a very giggly, chubby baby in his arms.

“Hazel?”

“Nina still thinks shadow travel is hilarious?” Will asks the woman, rising to hug her.

“She does!” the woman exclaims against his shoulder. “I don’t understand it at all. It’s…” she shudders. “It’s cold, and squishy.”

Will laughs. “Here, sit. Are you in the mood for grilled cheese and soup?”

“Sure, thanks,” the woman smiles, stowing her bag on the counter. “I’m always hungry now. Motherhood is exhausting.”

“I love your hair, by the way,” she says, turning to older-Nico. “The ponytail suits you. You’ve got a hip professor vibe.”

Nico’s older self’s cheeks flush, and Will grins, tugging on the stubby ponytail at the base of his husband’s neck. “I know, I like it too.”

Then the woman turns to younger-Nico, her expression immediately softening. “Oh, Nico.” She presses a hand to her mouth. “It’s so, so good to see you, sweetie.”

Nico blinks, not quite sure how to respond to such a statement from this absolute stranger.

“Sorry,” she continues, “I’m Hazel. Your half-sister.” She offers a little wave.

Nico has the distinct feeling she’s restraining herself from sweeping him into a hug, and he’s grateful for that. This past day has just been… a lot. All these adults watching him with so much care in their eyes, like he’s suddenly a very welcome part of a family he’s never even heard of. It makes Nico feel off-balance and exposed and he has to keep reminding himself that running won’t do any good.

He clears his throat. “Hi,” he says softly, and Hazel pulls out the chair next to him, still gazing at him adoringingly. Then, maybe sensing his discomfort, she raises a hand, smiling. “Sorry, I’ll stop. I’m sure this is all really strange for you. I’m just really happy to see you.”

She turns to her adult brother. “He looks exactly like you did when I met you.”

Older-Nico nods. “Yeah, the timing is just about right. I was actually wondering if, when I met you…” he pauses. “You know what?” He glances at his younger self. “Let’s eat first and we can talk afterwards.”

Lunch is… fine. The adults talk easily about work, old friends and the new baby. Everyone makes an effort to involve younger-Nico in the conversation, but no one seems offended when he doesn’t have much to contribute.

Everything is so weirdly domestic here - no monsters, no prophecies, no one preparing for battle. Nico imagines he might be able to get used to it over time, but being thrown into the middle of it like this - it all feels… off. And then there’s the fact that he was busy, he had plans in his own time. Everyone keeps saying they’re going to get him back to when he belongs, but no one seems to feel the same urgency he can, burning under his skin.

After lunch, the group relocates to the living room, Hazel with her legs tucked up under her in the easy chair and the two men on the loveseat. The baby is reportedly due for a nap, and Will has her tucked against his shoulder, rubbing gentle circles on her back. Nico’s older self is watching them fondly, and that feels jarring too.

Again, Nico thinks he might be able to get used to the idea… but the shock of it all is just making him twitchy. It’s hard to parse out his feelings about all of this, and with so many people around, it’s hard to try. He sits down on the couch, immediately grateful when the dog jumps up next to him. Her expectations of him are simpler, at least.

“So,” Hazel begins, “let’s figure this out, then.” She turns to her much-younger brother. “Nico, you were trying to shadow-travel to Connecticut, and you ended up here instead. Have I got that right?”

He nods.

“So there have been a few concerning… events recently. Some monsters we haven’t seen before who seem to be messing with time. We thought we’d defeated them all, but… I’m just not sure. I have a feeling this is connected.”

Older-Nico’s eyebrows rise. “Time? What kind of monsters?”

Hazel sighs. “They’re some kind of weird hybrid. We’ve been keeping an eye on them - we meaning me and the others in our NRU magic association.”

“Wait -” younger Nico frowns. “Magic, like Hecate? I thought your dad was Hades?”

“Well, Pluto, actually,” Hazel explains.

Nico can feel his mouth slowly forming an “o”. It’s been… what, four days? Since his father took him to Camp Jupiter. At that time, anyway, none of the Greek demigods were even aware that it existed. His older self, clearly catching on, speaks up.

“Oh, it’s okay,” he nods at younger-Nico. “Everyone knows about the two Camps now, it’s all good.”

“Oh, okay, I wasn’t sure.” Nico settles back into the couch, rubbing Sticks’ head.

“And Hecate decided to take a special interest in Hazel, hence the magic connection.”

“Right,” Hazel nods. “So these particular monsters - they’ve been causing… glitches in time. So far it’s just been little things, like occasionally when someone from New Rome encounters one, they’ll lose a few minutes. Nothing really significant, but we’ve suspected that things could get worse.”

“This the first time you’ve mentioned it -” older-Nico begins, looking worried.

Hazel nods. “Well, it’s pretty recent. And we thought we’d killed all of the creatures, but it’s possible we missed one. They’re tricky. They seem to show up when something unstable is happening, time-wise.”

She turns to younger-Nico. “Nico, if you wouldn’t mind, I think it would be helpful if I could take a look inside your memories. If I can see exactly what happened around the time you ended up here, I think it will help us figure out how to get you back.”

Nico swallows. “Look… inside my memories? How do you mean?” He can suddenly hear his pulse throbbing in his ears, feel his shoulders tensing.

“It’s one of my abilities,” Hazel explains gently. “So what would happen is I would take your hand, and you’d allow me inside your mind to revisit the events that brought you here.”

Nico blinks at her, hoping he doesn’t look as horrified as he feels. He feels a terrible desire to run.

Hazel smiles apologetically. “I know it sounds really invasive, and you barely know me. But I promise I wouldn’t suggest it if I didn’t think it was the quickest path forward. I won’t see anything you don’t want me to see. I promise it’s not just me going into your brain and poking around for your most embarrassing memories.”

Nico can’t help glancing towards his older self, who’s watching him with sympathy.

“It’s okay. Hazel’s gone inside my memories before. It’s kind of like showing someone pictures of a trip, or something. It’s not unpleasant. She’s not right in your thoughts. It’s more like having her there in your past experience as an onlooker, if that makes sense.”

“But you absolutely don’t have to,” Will interjects, his brow creased with concern.

“No, of course not,” Hazel agrees. “We can always just talk through it instead.”

Nico takes a deep breath. “No, it’s okay. We have to fix this, right? And if you think you can help…” he turns to Hazel.

There is something about her. Something like kinship, even though they’ve just met. It’s not enough to trust her implicitly, but it will have to do.

“Besides… I guess I don’t really have any secrets here,” he adds more quietly, looking down at his lap. He can feel his face heating. He’s been trying to keep the feeling pressed inside him, but it’s terrifying - the awareness that everyone here knows things about him that he’s barely admitted to himself.

Hazel rises from the easy chair, and Nico looks up nervously as he feels her weight on the couch. Her eyes are kind, deep hazel-gold, gazing at him with a warm concern that’s so very reminiscent of Bianca. Gods, he misses his sister.

Hazel watches Nico until he nods, holding out his hand to her. She takes it between both of hers.

“Now just close your eyes, and see if you can take me back to right before you ended up here…”

And he does.

It’s not as disconcerting as he’d thought it might be. For a moment all he sees is the back of his eyelids, but then he’s standing with Hazel in the alley of DOA Recording Studios in LA. Nico blinks for a moment, taking in the heat, the sunlight. And then - “Oh - there I am.” He points.

And wow, that’s bizarre. But there’s no time to process, because the other him is walking briskly, and he and Hazel have to follow. Around the corner of the building and suddenly the other him is face to face with two strixes. He’s got his sword in hand, he could easily fight them, but instead he turns, jogging back towards his now-self and Hazel. He dives into a shadow faster than blinking, and all at once they’re on a sunny path on a university campus in what Nico now recognizes as California.

“This wasn’t where I was trying to travel to,” Nico murmurs, but then there’s another towering beast, and he remembers thinking he might as well fight this one, rather than running from monsters all day. Hazel cringes next to him as the monster slashes at his past-self’s leg, and then there’s Will, running… and a few minutes later Nico’s memory shorts out, and he and Hazel are left standing alone in the empty, sunny campus.

Hazel turns and opens her mouth to speak, but in the sudden calm that follows the memory, Nico suddenly finds he just feels so heavy and all of this just feels like so much and the next thing he knows, he’s sinking to the sun-warmed grass, his head bent to his knees, trying to remind himself how to breathe.

It’s only seconds before he’s aware of Hazel sinking down next to him, of a hand gently rubbing his back. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs, “was it the memory? The monster?”

Nico shakes his head, wants to tell her it’s not her fault, but he can’t get the words out. The best he can do is inhale, exhale.

“It’s okay,” Hazel murmurs next to him. “No one else can hear you, just take your time.”

And if he’d thought he’d cried himself out this morning, apparently he was wrong. This is the problem with staying in one place. The darkness can’t catch up to you if you just keep moving.

Finally, with a deep, shuddering breath Nico raises his head, wipes his eyes. Hazel’s hand still rests on his back, warm and anchoring.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I think everything just kind of hit me all at once. I’m just… I’m tired, and… all of this going on…” he shakes his head.

“No, don’t apologize,” Hazel says. “This has all got to be really overwhelming. Whatever way you’re feeling about it is allowed.”

He nods, sniffling.

“Sorry, I don’t have any kleenex,” Hazel adds apologetically.

Nico chokes out a laugh. “It’s fine. I’m okay.” He makes an attempt to wipe his face on the shoulder of his t-shirt.

Hazel, who had been crouched next to him, now sits down on the grass fully, stretching out her legs and closing her eyes, turning her face up to the warmth of the afternoon sun. Nico is grateful for her patience, and her quiet. Everyone here has been treating him so carefully, like he’s terribly fragile. It’s bringing him far too close to the realization that he really, really might be.

Nico swallows, shoving those thoughts aside. Focus on a plan. “So, the monster…” he begins.

Hazel nods. “Yup, that’s the one.” She shifts so she’s facing him. “We thought there were eleven or twelve in the brood. That would have been the twelfth - and you killed him. Well done, by the way. I forgot how skilled you were with that sword, even as a kid.”

Nico gives a half-smile. “He took a piece out of my leg, though.”

Hazel grimaces. “Occupational hazard.”

“So… now what?”

“Well,” Hazel sighs, “that part, we still need to figure out. I have a few ideas. I’ll go straight back to NRU, talk to some people… I’m sure we can get you back, though, kiddo. It’s going to be okay.”

And at the sincerity in her eyes, Nico thinks he believes her. Right here, right now… this doesn’t feel like too much - having Hazel in his mind, sharing this with her. The warmth of the autumn sun on his shoulders and the feel of the earth under his hands.

Nico takes a long breath in, watching the dappled sunlight on the grass at their feet. After a moment he summons the courage to ask. “Do… do you know why I was trying to get to the Underworld?”

Hazel doesn’t answer for a moment, and when she does her voice is gentler. “Your sister, right? You were looking for Bianca?”

No one’s mentioned Bianca yet, and Nico’s been afraid to ask. But somehow the quiet of the moment helps the words spill out.

“I didn’t find her?” he asks, still watching the sun play on the fallen leaves.

“No, sweetie,” Hazel says. “I’m sorry.”

He nods. He’d expected the tears to start again, but maybe he’s finally run dry. “It’s fine. It was a long shot.”

Hazel reaches for his hand, and he doesn’t pull away.

“I guess we should… go back?” Nico asks after a long moment.

Hazel nods. “Probably. Are you ready?”

“Yeah. One more thing. Do… do I meet… you? Soon?”

Hazel smiles. “Yes. Very soon.”

“Okay,” he nods. “Okay.”

#percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #older nico di angelo #older will solace #nico di angelo #solangelo #fluff and angst #my writing #rated teen #multi chapter #will solace #older percy jackson #hazel levesque

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derireo-galge · 1 year

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Happiest When I'm With You | 1k | yoonmin✍🏼

Soft domestic married yoonmin.

What is better in the morning than snuggling up to a warm body next to you?

A soft, squishy, giggly, ready to jump in your lap with the widest smile?

Yoongi didn’t even open his eyes but wasted no time reaching out for his husband.

He was expecting to find him by his side, sleepy, face adorably swollen, smelling like heaven. Only he finds no spouse but only his pillow - still faintly warm - and furrows his brows in confusion.

- Jimin-ah? - his voice is raspy from a night’s sleep.

He struggles but manages to finally open his eyes and hums contentedly.

His ever the sweetest boy drew the curtains in so the producer doesn’t hurt his sensitive eyes, strained from working late into the night.

All the good books were right.

It's the smallest things.

He hears a patter of footsteps in the hallway and has no choice but to get up and find the younger.

It’s as if an invisible force pulls him towards his love, hands tingling with the strong /need/ to wrap them around the slender waist, caressing the soft skin, squeezing tighter.

He slowly gets up, stretches a bit and sleepily waddles in the direction of the kitchen.

And there he finds him, next to the kitchen counter, pouring them coffee in their favourite character mugs, another amazing gift from their friends.

As expected, his hair adorably ruffled but he couldn't help but notice a few drops of water here and there, as if he tried to tame them down a bit.

That won't stay tame for long, he thought, as he put his fingers through the black silky locks, giving them a soft caress.

- Good morning, little sun, - Yoongi murmurs before pressing himself to his husband’s back tightly, face immediately diving in the crevice of his neck, landing a firm kiss with his lips still pressed together.

He inhales - he really does smell heavenly; like musk, like his lotions he rubs into himself before bed.

Like their best memories, like things they love the most. It's hard to describe.

Like love?

From time to time he cathes himself wishing he didn’t remove his facial hair that permanently.

It'd be so nice to sometimes skip shaving and tickle his lover with them until he dissolves into a fit of most adorable giggles and coy protests.

He has this vivid image right before his eyes when he hears a gently whispered «Good morning, baby» and feels soft plush lips on his.

Jimin turned around in his arms and greeted him the way he wished for literal years.

And although this was his everyday reality now, he couldn’t quite grasp it really.

That boy? All his now.

- Our friends really do give the best presents, hyung, - Jimin went back to making their coffees, but didn’t step away in favour of staying pressed to his husband.

Instead he tried to reach everything by outstretching his arms and Yoongi was happy to be drawn further with him to reach sugar or syrup.

Yoongi looked and two adorable bright mugs on the counter. He wasn’t gonna admit he liked them at first, but it was in vain with Jimin - he saw right through him and now they use them all the time.

This was an anniversary present from Tae and Jimin literally squealed when he unwrapped it.

What can he say, they both loved cutesy adorable everything.

- They really do, huh? - Yoongi rasped.

Then he added:

- I must admit that those are my favourite though - he put his hands on his husband’s shoulders and slowly ran them all the way down to his hands. He encircled his wrists and gently rubbed the wristbones with his thumbs.

His fingers traced the «13» and he felt his lover shiver.

He was referring to the matching set of sleepwear - first it seemed like an obvious and traditional present from Seokjin, but gods, wasn’t it fine!

Min Yoongi had to use his best techniques to coax his hubby out of them.

- Thanks for the coffee, - he said, - What are we doing today? - he asked only to get a pointed look from the younger.

- I hope you didn’t forget what day it is today, hyung.

Yoongi felt heat flush all over his body.

- Is it today? - he asked quickly, buying himself some time.

Anniversaries? Check. Birthdays? Check. Their parents?

- Oh my god your eyes look so wide it’s so cute! Ah! - Jimin had the audacity to laugh but Yoongi retaliated with a light pinch on his butt. Which earned him a half hearted chest slap. And a very unimpressed look.

- It’s MiniMini day! No phonecalls, no studios, no nothing! I want some quality time together but without really doing anything? You know?

- Ah, yeah. I know, love, - Yoongi remembered, - Well, let’s make sure to have the best MiniMini time then.

And he landed another kiss on his husband’s pretty mouth.

They talked about it and not once.

Growing up they all saw this stereotypical stuff, like when you get together, you have to have time as a couple but have to spend it doing things, like...

Dressing up and going out to eat in nice places, going to the countryside or travel somewhere.

Buy or do something like it was mandatory.

All these things have its perks, don’t get them wrong.

They enjoyed their time volunteering in an animal shelter and they bonded really well over essembling Jimin’s mother’s new furniture.

Around a month ago they were sat on the second floor of a new French restaurant, clad in their best suits.

They looked dashing. That date was classy.

(Yes, they still go on dates and it never gets boring)

And he didn’t mix up any utensils despite his thoughts being about getting Jimin out of that fine Laurent outfit right that instant.

But most of all he loved the same as Jimin - spending time with no goal set, just for the sake of being around each other.

Without trying to accomplish anything in paricular.

That’s why he felt the happiest now, standing between the younger’s legs where he hauled him up on the counter.

They are both angling their necks awkwardly to read the cooking book page simultaneously.

The book contained recipes from all over the world.

He remembered getting it in some indie shop while walking the narrow streets of a - was it in Camden?

The page showed a picture of an apple pie. It was a fun affair because they had to translate everything they didn’t know.

- Wait, that’s sour cream! I didn’t know we can buy it in Korea at all!

Yoongi showed the translated page and looked up at the younger and saw his eyes twinkling.

- It’s already in the fridge isn’t it? - he chuckled.

- You little bee, you really thought everything through, - he pressed himself into Jimin's embrace, leaving tiny kisses all over his beloved’s neck, making him laugh and hum in content.

Jimin buried his fingers in his hyung’s hair, caressing blond strands that suited his baby perfectly.

- Of course! It’s a special occasion, after all.

The end.

The pie turned out delicious, but not more than dozens of shared kisses they shared that ordinary, but so extraordinary day.

#yoongi #jimin #yoonmin #bts au fic #bts fanfction #ai-ee au #ai-ee au sfw yoonmin

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charlee-slimeciclee · 2 years

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hey hey hey! dap me up!!

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hello [user reading this] from [[tumblr]]! this is a tk rp blog especially sfw for dsmp character c!slimecicle

the admin of this blog (@slimeylee ,, u can call me slime ooc!) is a minor and would appreciate if everything was kept sfw ^^

things to keep in mind;; - the admin of this account, as stated, is a minor. please do not be weird when interacting and try to keep conversations sfw ic and ooc - you can swear w/ me just no slurs (yes even if u can reclaim them) n no words that could be considered nsfw (ik how pg slime n a few ppl hes interacted with can be usually but i dont wanna get banned from tumblr or anything-) - prn wise, ooc uses;; she/he/they - prn wise, ic uses;; it/they/he

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general hcs

slime can mimic the appearance of others (facial appearance, clothing appearance, height, etc.)

when slime is upset or frustrated he'll make a squelch sound and hide in the walls of las nevadas for an hour or two

their skin is see-through and squishy and it has bubbles spread all around and inside of his skin

slime has a form with normal human skin and slimey patches scattered about his body but he usually chooses to be in his more slimey-skin form

it uses emotions to describe things and how they work, feel, act,etc.

slime always gets stuck to things / things stuck to them because his skin is very sticky

when slime blushes his face turns a darker green

slime is always full of curiosity and enjoyment of finding out about new things--things it didnt know abt anything before

slime is very flexible because of their slime tendencies and if he wanted to twist their limbs all the way around it totally can

he can only do it for a certain amount of time though before their body turns into a bunch of swirls and it becomes a pretzel xD

slime was taught that four leafed clovers give you good luck so it loves finding four leafed clovers and storing them in LN's walls

slime doesnt need to eat but if he does and/or wants to eat something it just needs to stuff it into their stomach and the food will digest itself over a timestamp of six hours

slime and quackity often hang out in the casino and watch the machine go and land randomly on a spot and slime always cheers when it lands on diamond because he knows it means a good thing

slime constantly hits quackity because when quackity is harmed it induces him to squeal in autotune and slime likes the sound; he thinks its funny and always giggles when quackity makes the noise

slime is aromantic!!

slime can remove the slime on his head and shoulder with no problem and often does it to fit in outside of las nevadas

lee hcs

slime loves when they get tickled and describe tickling as happy and cheerful

slime is a big lee leaning switch (80% lee, 20% ler) and the chance of it getting a ler mood is very uncommon

the bubbles on slime's skin arent poppable but in fact very sensitive--poke the skin above one or literally stick ur finger into his skin and wIGGLE IT AROUNd and he'll be jolting and giggling all over the place

slime is ticklish practically everywhere

some of his especially bad spots are anywhere on their torso--its thighs are a good spot as well

slime has a very bubbly and more giggly laugh and he doesnt cackle a lot unless you hit its thighs, hips or tummy :3

i would recommend that unless hes in his form with more human-like skin to not use mouth tickles with slime

though, mouth tickles are very effective if they are gentle and/or soft!! especially raspberries and nibbles :D he only lets quackity and anyone else in las nevadas (of whom he gets along with) use kisses

slime is squirmy and will always involuntarily wiggling away from tickles

but they also dont like to wiggle away from them because it generally enjoys the feeling of tickles so if he wiggles away they'll move back and lean into them

slime doesnt really understand teases and they dont affect it much, but he loves being showered in affection! their fav thing <3

slime genuinely melts if you tickle its legs (minus his thighs) and their arms + hands

so if you're tickling slime in his more slimey form and you go for his arms and from his knees to his feet, your gonna wanna make sure you do that on wooden and clean floor rather than a carpet, etc.

slime has no shame walking up to someone and asking for tickles. he doesnt think that its that big of a deal or embarrassing at all!!! :>

it often snorts, squeaks, hiccups, etc. whenever you tickle his neck or when you poke at a slime patch on their human skinned form

ler hcs

he is the most precious, wholesome ler ^^

its very respectful of you and they always will ask the lee to choose a spot for him to start and a spot for them to go after that so it doesnt make them uncomfortable

whenever slime finds a spot that makes the lee snort, squeak, hiccup, etc. he'll keep going to that spot because it reminds him of quackity's habit of squealing in autotune whenever hes harmed

slime learned tickling from quackity and it started from him being tickled to him learning how to tickle someone

slime giggles and laughs along with the lee--its just something i see him doing all the time

slime enjoys knowing the fact that hes the reason that whoever hes tickling is laughing :> it makes him happy ^^

slime likes to remove the slime on his head and or shoulder and just roll it into a ball on the lees tummy :0

slime often makes puns whenever hes tickling someone--the main puns he goes for are-- "what spot should i go for? give me a spot that tickles your fancy.." "gitchie gitchie goo!" "did i turn you into slime too, [person] from [place]?!" he doesnt have a ton but he definitely uses them often

slime likes when a lee asks him to tickle a spot thats unusually ticklish but ticklish for the lee because it gives slime an opportunity to learn abt what parts of the body might and might not be ticklish :>

spot hcs

green ;; 1-4, not too bad but you'll get a reaction 100% yellow ;; 5-6, light n bubbly laughter n gentle holding onto ur arms.. orange ;; 7-9, evil!! how dare!! squeaky, bubbly laughter, more intense red ;; 10, too ticklishhhhh EEE

|| neck ~ 4/10 usually leads to snorts, squeaks, hiccups, etc.

|| shoulders ~ 2/10 mostly squirming and arm shuffling--massaging will lead to giggling/smiling :>

|| arms + hands ~ 3/10 a melt spot gentle giggling n leg kicks

|| ribs ~ 7/10 his slime form doesnt have any bones but their form w/ actual skin does slime hybrids have 48 ribs (hc,, slime hybrids with a humanized form have 2x as many bones as humans do) and slime cant stand rib counting :(/pos

|| tummy ~ 8.5/10 bad spot!! if u poke his bellybutton they'll squeal and they love when u knead into its tummy while hes in their slime form literally will shriek >w<

|| hips // waist ~ 10/10 bad spot!! loves when someone squeezes the sides of its hips n tappies his waist :>

|| thighs ~ 10/10 it will shriek and squeal n squirm xD leg kickiesss i suggest sitting on his waist or knees so they dont kick u ^^

|| knees ~ 5/10 more light laughter--also a good melt spot!! he cant stand when someone squeezes its knee because they'll just turn em into a puddle

|| calves ~ 5/10 might squeak or squeal a really good melt spot but laughter will shoot up an octave leg kickies leg kickles did i mention leg kickies

|| feet ~ 8/10 eeeek :O trace his sole with one finger or scribble, they'll simply pass away xd

rp boundaries

"can we rp with tools?" > if ur character has feathery wings ill allow that, but nothing too intense (toothbrushes, hairbrushes, etc.)

"can i rp using a character that hasnt interacted with slime before?" > i dont mind!! :D however interactions obviously will probably not be 100% accurate

"does the rp have to be lore based?" > nope!! if slime has had some issue with the person u wanted to rp with me as we can always negotiate on personality n the way they act around each other :D

"can i swear ooc/ic around you?" > if ur character swears normally (ex, tommy, quackity, etc.) then yes i dont mind!! and i swear all the time ooc so idm swearing ^^

"can we do a non-tickle rp?" > yes!! i will do any kind of roleplay--just please keep em sfw! i can do angst, fluff, etc. etc. i rly dont mind :D

"can i roleplay with you using an oc of mine?" > sure! i'll roleplay with anyone as said earlier :> it might take me some time to get uuused to it but ill totally rp with any ocs uve got :D

"can we rp containing ships?" > i would highly prefer if roleplays were kept platonic, but yes if you want to include a ship in the rp we can totally negotiate on that :>

"how long would we be able to keep the roleplay active for?" > as long as wanted!! i'd be happy to roleplay with anyone foooreverr if you'd like xd

mention + some tags

"why are you not responding to my rp starter / ask?" > i sometimes have difficulty thinking of what to reply with and might not reply right away i dont have good vocabulary and i might often reuse words the first time im writing a reply to an ask so i try to go back and fix them please be patient with me ^-^ ~ some tags you'll see me use on this blog on;;

ooc tags!! #slimes-ooc-posts #slimes-ooc-asks #slimes-ooc-reblogs #//ooc

ic tags!! #slimes-ic-asks #slimes-ic-reblogs #//ic

btw!! all posts will be ended with -slime signing the end of my posts w/ my signature is just something ive grown a habit of doing so if you at all see me end a post in -slime its just a habit, got nothing to do with any roleplays or anything ^^

thats about all yah need to know about me n my blog :D i hope to get to know anyone that passes by well and maybe roleplay with a few of y'all that pass by my blog ^^ and with that, thats the end of my blog intro!! slimey out!

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-slime

#slimes-ooc-posts #blog introduction #dream smp #c!slimecicle #tickle rp blog #sfw rp blog

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