#fluff does little twirls with his whip

[yuyu-bubu]

how do you think each kirby character stims

#kirby definitely does the classic hand flap #bandee too but he also fidgets with his spear sometimes #fluff does little twirls with his whip #everything gooey does is a stim #thats all i got for now #yuyu thoughts not clickbait #kirby #yeah this is going in the main tag

[mingtinys]

A Thorn in the Side

pairing : joshua hong x gn!reader

light angst , fluff , humor

warnings : language , jealous joshy

word count : 1.0 k

requested? no

a/n : can't tell if i like this one or not yet , but i really wanted to get something seventeen related put out !!

Joshua has never liked to think of himself as a jealous person.

In fact, in his own humble opinion, Joshua finds he's secure enough to not let most things bother him.

Some guy wants to buy you a drink at the bar? You're very attractive, it's bound to happen. His members compliment how you look that day? Good, they should, you look amazing. Your coworker is leaving secret love notes on your desk? That's fine, you'll still be clocking out and coming home to Joshua at the end of the day.

For all the attention you receive in a day, it's only ever Joshua who has the privilege of receiving yours. So no, he really doesn't have much need to worry over trivial things.

That being said, every so often, he gets a teeny, little, thorn in his side. The thorn in question being no other than Kim Mingyu and his abnormally large muscles. More specifically, Kim Mingyu's abnormally large muscles in regards to how uncomfortably close they are to you.

You were supposed to be bringing Joshua his gym bag he left at home. Something that would have taken less than a minute to do. Unfortunately, Joshua forgot to take into account the other twelve boys who accompanied him to the gym and had a knack for making his life a living Hell. 

Mingyu stopped you the moment you walked in the door. Engulfing you in a bone-crushing hug and radiating a puppy-like joy he always seems to have when greeting you. But that's not even what did Joshua in. Not by a long shot.

It wasn't until you started giggling about how gross and sweaty he was that Joshua felt something indignant crawl under his skin. Your palms flat against his chest as you tried to push away while Mingyu only held you tighter. Also, why on God's green earth does he feel the need to be shirtless right now!?

And judging from the smug glances Mingyu keeps shooting his way, the boy knows exactly what he's doing. Joshua Hong is a patient man. But the urge to throttle Mingyu is incredibly tempting at the moment.

He doesn't even realize just how long he's been just standing there seething until Jeonghan pokes his head out from behind a machine. "Hey, ‘Shua!" He whispers and it snaps Joshua back down to Earth like a brick to the head. He's twirling a singular earbud in his fingers. "I can hear you grinding your teeth over my music. How much longer are you gonna stand there sulking?"

"I'm not grinding my teeth." He grumbles, a pout set on his lips. Though his jaw is rather sore and he has to actually make an effort to unclench it.

Behind him, Seungkwan snorts. "There's actually visible clouds of steam shooting out of your ears."

Joshua whips his head around and gives the younger boy a look nothing short of homicidal. It only encourages him. "What? Worried Y/N might see something they like?"

"No." He grits out. "I just . . . really need my gym bag."

"Ohhh, okay okay." Seungkwan nods, that same smirk never leaving his face. "Well, it looks like someone might have beaten you to it." Another fit of middle-school-girl giggles erupts between Seungkwan and Jeonghan.

And sure enough, when Joshua returns his attention back to you, a second “thorn” has somehow also found its way over. Lee Chan. "Here, that looks heavy, let me help you," he says, taking the bag from your shoulder, chest puffed and smile toothy. He curls it the way one would a kettlebell, toned and sweaty arms glistening in all their nauseating glory. Seriously, who even flexes like that when picking up a bag? It's just tacky.

That's about all Joshua can stomach for much longer. He can feel the once tiny thorns morphing into jagged claws. Some awful green-eyed beast tearing at his stomach from the inside out. And while he knows he really shouldn't take the bait, he just can’t help it.

He beelines it across the room, walking to where you and his victims members are at a lightning-fast speed. Joshua musters up a sickeningly sweet smile and clears his throat. Mingyu and Chan look at him like they know they're in trouble.

But then your eyes light up at the mere sight of him, and all thoughts he had of ripping Mingyu and Chan a new one fizzle out all too easily. You push past the two boys without another glance in their direction, and a smile only he's capable of evoking plays at your lips.

"Hey, you." You greet him with a peck and the exaggerated gags that fill the room make his chest fill moreso with pride than embarrassment. Your hand slips just under the hem of his shirt, letting your palm lay against his stomach. There it is. That feeling of security. Of trust. Warmth. You lean back slightly and Joshua lets his impulsivity win when he chases your lips for one last reassuring kiss.

"Thank you for bringing my bag."

You hum, threading your fingers through his damp hair, combing it back. "I don't mind. I actually think you need to forget your bag more often."

Joshua tilts his head innocently. He's thrown off guard when you lean in, palm pressing harder against his stomach, and your lips ghost the shell of his ear. Voice low enough so that his members won't hear, which he's thankful for. "You're really hot when you're all sweaty and jealous."

Joshua cringes. "Was it that obvious?"

"Seungkwan's voice carries."

He feels a little stupid now for ever getting so worked up in the first place. His head drops with embarrassment, causing you to giggle. "Hey," you poke at his forehead so he'll look at you. "You know I only have eyes for you, right?" You sound a little more serious this time.

"Yeah, I know."

"Good."

"Hey, hyung," Chan calls, still behind you. "Can you take your bag now? It's actually kind of heavy."

#seventeen #svt #seventeen x reader #seventeen fanfic #svt x reader #svt fanfic #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #joshua hong #hong jisoo #seventeen x you #joshua hong x reader #joshua hong x you #joshua x reader #hong jisoo x reader #hong jisoo x you #hong jisoo imagines #joshua hong imagines #seventeen joshua

[forlorn-crows]

for ghoulette prompts, maybe cirrus or mist teaching new summon! aurora how to kiss?

happy valentines day btw <3

well this ended up as more dialogue than kissing. oops.

just cirrus and aurora spending time together and getting used to each other. aurora is equal parts nervous and eager, but she's also very, well, aurora about it haha

slice of life fluff. enjoy xx

“Why me?” Cirrus asks, twirling a stark white strand between her fingers.

“I dunno,” Aurora says. “You’re quiet. Safe. Some of the others can be . . .”

“A lot?” The taller ghoulette offers with a smile. 

Aurora nods, a little color rising to her cheeks. She looks down at her lap. “Not that I haven’t, you know, thought about it,” she mumbles.

“Oh?” Cirrus drops the lock of hair, placing her hand warmly on Aurora’s shoulder instead. “What have you thought about?”

The question gets her squirming. She quickly shoves her hands between her knees to keep from wringing them and laughs nervously. “I guess. How you all look and sound when you—” She rolls her eyes. Shakes her head at what she’s about to say. “—when you do it.” She mocks her inferior replacement phrase for ‘kissing’ and its underlying innuendo. 

“Anyone in particular?”

Aurora furrows her brow, her face growing pinker. “Sometimes Swiss looks at me like I’m food and I . . . like it?” 

Cirrus snorts. “Been there. His excuse is always ‘I like looking at pretty things,’ but I think he forgets he looks a bit like a predator when he does it.” 

They share a giggle, and it’s nice. Cirrus’ hand is warm on her arm and her eyes are kind, patient. There’s an air about her that makes her feel like she could sit beside her in silence all afternoon and still feel comfortable—even though Aurora’s heart feels like it might sprout wings and flutter out of her chest. Despite the waves of anxiety Cirrus must be able to feel rolling off of her, the older ghoulette remains unbothered and unhurried. And Lucifer is she silently thankful for that. 

“You think Swiss thinks I’m pretty?” she asks in a small voice a few moments later. 

“Aurora,” Cirrus lilts, voice going a little deeper. “I know he does.” She shifts her leg closer until their thighs touch, yet still leaving plenty of space between them. A shiver runs down Aurora’s spine at the tiny point of contact. Mood shifting instantly to something more enticing, a shift she’s been waiting, itching, to feel for herself.

“Do you?”

Cirrus smiles. “Do I what?” 

She pouts, but she can feel how it fails. “Do you think I’m pretty, Cirrus?”

“Of course, I think you’re very pretty,” she answers easily. “I assume the feeling is mutual?”

The smaller ghoulette nods quickly. “So pretty. I mean, everyone’s pretty—I mean, but you’re, you know—”

Cirrus shushes her gently and pulls her closer by the waist, causing Aurora to let out an inelegant squawk. She’s pressed against her side now, Cirrus’ arms wrapped around her torso lazily and their faces much, much closer than before. A little breeze whips around them both, smells of fresh autumn leaves and crisp hydrangea wafting around, laced with something darker, almost smokey. 

“How about we start our lesson, cute thing?” she says softly. “Or you can keep complimenting me.” Cirrus offers her a wink, tossing her raven black hair over her shoulder. “Either is good.” 

“The kissing, please,” Aurora blurts out before she can scurry away in embarrassment. She never imagined she’d be this skittish once they got down to it. But now that Cirrus is so close—tall, dark, gorgeous Cirrus—her face is over-warm, and she just doesn’t know what to do with her hands. Or the rest of her body, for that matter. 

“Nothing to be nervous about, I promise.” She pats her knee before unwedging her hands from between her legs. Cirrus holds them in both of her own, making soothing circles with her thumbs and offering her another gentle smile. “We’ve all been there. And you don’t have to worry about ‘getting it right’ or impressing me. Just follow my lead.” 

And closer she gets, bringing her elegant hands up to cup the side of her face and making those same soothing motions with her thumbs along the tops of Aurora’s cheekbones. The smaller ghoulette’s breath hitches in her throat. She thinks she’s nodding yes, she doesn’t know. All she can see, smell, feel is Cirrus, and suddenly she’s eager to learn. 

“Do you trust me?” She whispers, mouth inches away from Aurora’s and dark blue eyes searching her bright cotton-candy ones. Those same eyes dart down to her lips, as quick as a hummingbird’s wings, before meeting her gaze once more.

Aurora swallows, belly flipping in anticipation. Heat curling in places she hasn’t yet explored.

“Yes,” she breathes. Lashes fluttering over her cheeks before Cirrus even starts to lean in. 

The breath of Cirrus’ huffed laugh fans over her face, and then her lips press against her own, soft and chaste. It’s just a soft brush, no real heat behind it. But before Aurora can form any kind of protest, Cirrus is kissing her again, a series of the same, feather-light touches that make a delightful noise each time they part. 

“Thas’ nice,” Aurora mumbles against her lips.

“Good,” Cirrus whispers in reply, smiling slightly and shifting her hands to cradle the back of her neck. The action sends a tingle across her shoulders, mouth inadvertently dropping open in a soft oh. Cirrus uses that to her advantage, tilting her head ever so and turning the kiss from sweet into something deeper, more romantic. Lips actually slotting together, molding to each other. The slight change makes Aurora grab hold of her shirt, hungry to have her even closer. Hungry to kiss her back, albeit sloppily, just barely stopping herself from accidentally putting a fang through Cirrus’ lip as she scrambles into her lap. 

“Hey,” she laughs, pulling away. “Hold on, baby.” 

“What,” Aurora asks breathlessly, cheeks flushed and lips already puffy and spit-slicked. 

“Take it slow,” Cirrus soothes. “There’s no rush.”

“Oh.” She looks away, tail tucking between Cirrus’ spread knees. “Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for,” she assures. “Nothing wrong with being eager, either.” She touches the pad of a finger to the tip of one of Aurora’s tiny fangs, smiling when she visibly restrains herself from moving. Aurora knows they’re sharp. Nicked her own skin one too many times in her first few weeks topside. She just wanted more, and frankly, now she’s a little mad at her own body for getting in the way of that. 

“But you have to watch these, baby,” Cirrus tells her softly. 

Aurora nods once she removes her finger. “Can we try again?”

“What kind of teacher would I be if I failed you for making a mistake?”

“Uh . . . a bad one?”

Cirrus laughs then, pulling Aurora close and nuzzling into her neck. She presses a kiss there, enthusiastic and playfully over the top, rubbing her nose along the ends of her hair until the smaller ghoulette giggles and swats her away. 

“Come here. Let's start again.” 

#wow it doesnt even need a mature label #the band ghost #aurora ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #the band ghost fanfic #ficlet #fanfic #ghost fanfic #femslash february #(barely lmao) #cirrus/aurora #aurora/cirrus #cirrus x aurora #aurora x cirrus

[chrollohearttags]

baker!armin?👀

finally some fluff for my boo because I’ve been making him a little too toxic as of late lmao! Freaky stuff under the cut.

SFW

!baker armin, who first picked up the skill from spending time with his mom and grandma turned his passion into profit when he got older. He learned everything there was to know from them and eventually went to culinary school.

!baker armin, owns a cute little store in the downtown area that’s become widely popular over the past few years. Which just so happens to be a couple doors down from your flower shop.

!baker armin, who greets you every morning on his way in at 6am to get started on all his delectable treats. He’s usually slammed with customers and orders from open to close. That’s because his work is well known in the city, not to mention on social media, where he’s very popular.

regardless, he always makes sure to let you try all his newest creations first.

“Miss (y/n), you’re gonna love this new pumpkin cheesecake I just made.” “Well I wasn’t going to put this up for sale just yet but I want you to be the first to try my newest brownie I made.”

!baker armin, always experimenting and creating some of the most iconic treats you’ve ever seen.

!baker armin, who always ensures to have something set aside for your lunch break. Everything is always on the house and he never asks you for a thing. “It makes me happy to bake for you.”

does get sad sometimes because you have to tell him you can’t have so many sweets or that you’re watching what you eat. That is until he pouts and asks you try his latest concoction and then he sends you home with ten of them because you’re addicted.

has definitely collaborated with you on a couple wedding parties and putting together pieces where you two create the most beautiful, elaborate arrangements ever.

!baker armin, who playfully dots your nose with frosting because you look so cute.

NSFW

!baker armin, who lets you lick the frosting off his fingers..watching your tongue twirl around them slowly.

he knows you two are only supposed to be friends but even he can’t deny the sexual tension. You’re just so beautiful, he can’t help it.

!baker armin, who volunteers to help teach you how to bake comes over to your place late one night and things get intense..and ends up showing you more than measurements and cooking.

!baker armin, who stands behind you, working his hands up and down your body underneath that cute apron, helplessly grinding against you. Loves kissing your neck and suckling on it.

“this is a very important step, I promise..”

!baker armin, who’s most certainly into food play lovesss undressing you and placing dots and trails of whipped cream on your nipples, stomach and clit before delicately licking them off..

does the same for you; letting you put a trail of it on his shaft before sucking it off.

he’s such a pleasure dom that he will stay on his knees and eat your pussy for what feels like an entire hour. Kissing, lapping and sucking all over you because you ‘taste so sweet.’

!baker armin, who constantly thinks about stuffing you like one of his cream filled desserts hoists your leg on the kitchen counter and fucks you until his nut is buried inside of you.

#black fem reader #aot x black reader #armin drabble #armin arlert x black reader #armin attack on titan #armin x black reader #armin x fem reader #armin smut #armin x y/n #armin artlert #armin fluff #attack on titan armin #armin aot #armin headcanons #armin x black !fem reader #armin x reader #armin x you #armin arlert #black reader #smut fanfiction #black y/n #x black reader #black reader smut #black reader insert #aot black reader fluff #aot imagines #aot smut #aot boys #aot fluff #aot x reader

[mitsies]

-;. bachira meguru as your boyfriend!

; fluff headcanons, wc: 1.3k ; warnings: a lil hurt/comfort but not much! ; author's notes: i love u bachira fr + lmk who u want to see hcs with next!

‣ bachira meguru is OBSESSED with you ‣ from the moment he met you, he knew he wanted to be close to you ‣ so he made it happen! ‣ he spoke to you as often as he could, whether it be texting or calling or in person ‣ he is infatuated with everything you do fr ‣ like, u could hiccup on a call, and bachira will be giggling and kicking his feet like 'teehee my s/o hiccupped' ‣ he gets SO GIGGLY when u do anything like ‣ if you guys are on a walk and u purposefully bump his shoulder he's fr twirling his hair and giggling like a schoolgirl ‣ his love language is 100000% physical touch ‣ and he's not shy about it, not even at the start of your relationship ‣ he's always got to be close to you

‣ holding hands & swingin them while you walk kinda thing ‣ he's into playful, fleeting touches ‣ the type to randomly pepper u with kisses ‣ he also bites???? like not in a hostile or sexual way it just ‣ he likes u sm so he bites u ‣ just.. chomp! every now and then ‣ he loves loves loves seeing you ‣ when he does he calls your name and literally SPRINTS his ass out to wherever you are and gives u the biggest hug ever <3

you jump at the sound of a familiar voice calling out your name. whipping around, you see a blur of black and yellow hair hurtling toward you at the speed of light.

before you know it, you're pulled into a tight hug, stumbling back a few paces as you laugh into bachira's hair. you wrap your arms around his head like you're trying to keep him there, grinning into the crook of your neck.

when he finally pulls away, arms still trailing on your waist. his eyes glitter with affection as they look into yours. "i missed you."

you smile. "you saw me yesterday."

bachira shoots you another starry smile and shrugs animatedly: "felt like sooo much longer without you, y'know!"

your heart flutters in your chest and you press your face into his collarbone briefly, before you pull away. his hand finds its place in your own- it fits like it was made for you.

"so," he says, "what are we doing today?"

"ice cream on the pier?"

"you know me so well!"

‣ and for dates: bachira isn't big on casual dates ‣ however, there's this ice cream shop that you're both regulars at! ‣ at least once a week, usually more, in the evenings the two of you meet to grab something sweet and just chill ‣ the two of you sit with your feet swinging off the edge above the water ‣ you each have a new flavor because the place has a rotating menu- you take turns chattering & letting each other try spoonfuls of your ice cream ‣ because of the nature of blue lock & his life path, he's busier than he'd like to be ‣ but trust that he is ALWAYSSSS messaging you ‣ man never leaves u alone ‣ like actually ‣ he ABUSES the 'notify anyway' option when you're on do not disturb ‣ calls you at stupid late hours of night just to prattle on about some stuff that doesn't matter ‣ he's a talker- he loves loves loves speaking with you ‣ his favorite thing about talking to you specifically is that you really seem to listen ‣ his friends nod their heads and play along but they don't get it ‣ you do, and you care- that's one of many things he loves about you ‣ bachira doesn't tell you he loves you often, even though he does ‣ he's got some deep-seated issues highkey LMFAO ‣ you always know he does, though ! it shines through in his little actions and the phrases of adoration he tells you ‣ all his friends/teammates know how much he loves you too ‣ like i said he is OBSESSED ‣ and he lets everyone know ‣ you send him a picture of you doing the most mundane thing? he's shoving his phone in isagi's face saying 'look how cute they are! look! now! here! you're not looking!' ‣ EVERYYYYONEEE is sick of him ‣ 'yes bachira we get it' ‣ but he KEEPS doing it ‣ (his friends are only mildly annoyed- they know how happy u make him so they don't care too much :,) ) ‣ when you're upset: bachira isn't much help ‣ he doesn't really know what to do with your feelings and he's not sure how to help ‣ he really, really wants to but he's at a loss ‣ so he just sits next to you and lets you cling on to him if that's what you want ‣ he'd stay there for as long as you want him, and if it helps, he'll talk to you about inane things that don't matter ‣ he'll talk about the weather and his games today, about isagi and rin's antics, about how dolphins are really good animals, anything that might take your mind off it ‣ he is! perfect! ‣ actually i take it back because ‣ if we're talking domesticity: this man is the best/worst roommate you'll have ‣ does the dishes only if you nag ‣ walks around (almost) naked because he doesn't really care LMFAO ‣ and worst of all he sticks to you like GLUE

"meguru," you scold, "we've gotta go. we're gonna be late."

"but you have to change," he wheedles, arms tethered around your neck as he lets his weight drop to the floor, pulling you down with him.

"and why is that a problem?"

"if you change, then you won't want to come back to bed!"

"yeah. that's the point."

"5 more minutes?" you're basically dragging him along the floor like a mop at this point. you'd kick him if you weren't in love with him.

"bachira meguru." you kick him anyways. he sprawls across the floors like a puddle of water, glaring up at you.

"fine," he sighs, pushing himself up, "fine, fine, fine!"

you extend a hand to pull him up. "c'mon, it'd be rude to be late to kunigami's birthday dinner."

he takes your hand, but tugs sharply- you tumble down onto the bedroom floor on top of him with a huff of air rushing out of your lungs.

"meguru!" he laughs and snakes an arm around you.

"i'm sure kunigami won't mind!"

‣ don't even get me STARTEDDDD on how this guy sleeps. ‣ he fr takes the WHOLE BED ‣ his arms are splayed out in every way possible, his legs too- absolutely starfished as far as he can go ‣ and he's a mfing blanket hog too. ‣ this piece of GARBAGE ‣ you'll have to get your own, but only pull it out once he's asleep- otherwise, he'll take that too ‣ big on c*ddling with you though ‣ he's gotta be touching you in SOME way ‣ typically one of you sleeps with your head on the other's chest, and you swap between positions every so often ‣ he likes it when you mess with his hair <3 ‣ try to put it in braids or pigtails and he'll fall in love ‣ will request you do that regularly LMFAO ‣ this becomes a kind of ritual- on quiet mornings, you'll sit on the edge of your shared bed and he'll be right below you ‣ you brush through his hair and deftly put little braids into it, before sweeping it into whatever style he decides ‣ it's the quiet mornings he shares with you that his love really shines thru- because he can talk to anyone, but it takes a lot of trust for him to let his guard down and be quiet ‣ anyways <3 bachira meguru u are the love of my life!

#blue lock x reader #blue lock #bachira meguru x reader #bachira x reader #meguru bachira x reader #bachira meguru #meguru bachira #bllk #bllk x reader #reader insert

[pcheyes]

winter dates w nishimura riki

pairings: riki x poc fem reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

synopsis: you n rikis cute winter date after the macys parade

after the macys thanksgiving day parade was over, they decided to stay in new york for a bit more

which to no one’s surprise makes riki ecstatic (he is whipped for u)

you live in new york so you had been waiting to hang out with riki more.

he texted you that he was allowed to spend the rest of today and tomorrow in new york and he had made the executive decision to spend every moment with you <3

(i need a man like him)

after receiving the message, you got ready, picking out an outfit and doing your hair

now on this particular day, your hair wasn’t hairing

you had a million tangles

your left side looked different from your right side

and so many other problems

by the time riki came by, you were still working on your hair

you had gave him the code to your apartment so he was a little confused when he opened the door and you weren’t already waiting for him

he walked around the rest of your apartment calling out your name, eventually finding you in your bathroom with a million products out and multiple hair ties and a brush that you were seriously considering burning it outside in the dump

riki immediately noticed your frustrated state and went to help you with your hair

now riki obviously doesn’t have the same hair texture as you, so when he was in korea he was always watching videos on your hair texture

how to style it, and what products to use

at this point riki knows your hair better than you do

he literally bought one of those mannequin heads with your type of hair texture on it so he could practice

so while you were over here freaking out, riki was so ready

hes been waiting for this day for so long

he takes your comb and detangler spray and gets to work😤

he gently takes care of your hair, section by section, and finishes detangling it in 6 minutes (he made you time him)

he helped you finish your hair and once you guys finish you give him a kiss for his “amazing styling” (his words)

as you guys headed out the door, you pulled out your navigation because apparently living in new york your whole life does not help your sense of direction whatsoever (its okay mine sucks to) 

you guys avoided the subway because he probably would’ve been spotted so riki called his manager to drive you guys to your date spot

you both decided to go to rockafeller center and go ice skating

now, at first riki was excited but then he remembered that he hasnt skated since that one en o’clock

boy was shaking in his boots, but he still wanted to go skating with you because you absolutely love skating<3

you’re a new york native so you’ve been skating since you were a little girl

riki argues you’re a better skater than sunghoon and he will fight anyone who says otherwise

(he has almost fought sunghoon who challenged you a while back to a skating duel)

as you guys pulled up to the rink you got the skates and got out on the ice.

ar first riki was a little wobbly but you helped him a little bit with his balance.

at first he held onto your shoulders from behind like one of those little supports for kids

at first you got a little annoyed but you actually found it funny

you decided to show him some tricks you could do and boy when you do

he looks at you like you held the stars and the moon

to him you looked the most gorgeous in this moment

doing a little twirl and looking back at him with the brightest smile

brighter than the tree in rockafeller center to him

you were confused as to why he was just looking at you and skated towards him

“you okay riki?” you asked as you look up at him holding his hand

he looked at you with those lovesick eyes and said

“yeah” as he kissed you

you were surprised that he kissed you so suddenly that you fell over

(its okay bae it happens)

after he kissed you you giggled and look at him but suddenly people crowd you and start taking photos

when you fell over his hat got knocked over and he pulled down his mask to kiss you earlier

you quickly got up on your feet and helped him up

you skated away and riki was right behind you

riki had called his manager to get your stuff and pull the car up front

you both waddled off and out the rink to the car

when you got in the car you both collapsed into a fit of giggles

while his manager was scolding him in the front seat you were in the back with riki pretending to be him while he was talking

riki dropped you off at your apartment and gave you a kiss

“even though we got discovered and i’ll probably get in trouble, this was one of the best days of my life”

he gives you a hug, one last kiss and walks back to the suv

although you do feel bad about the whole discovered thing, you enjoyed the day too

back at the rooms in the hotel all the other members were scolding him

but riki just sat there with the most lovesick grin on<3

authors note: this is my first oneshot and i was very tired writing the last half😭😭 but feedback is greatly appreciated!

#nishimura riki x reader #enhypen riki #riki x poc reader #riki fluff #riki oneshot #enhypen imagines #nishimura riki

[ravixen]

Hey! I was wondering if you can make some vampire au! with Jeonghan. I have read probably almost all of ur svt stories in the masterlist today because ur writing is addictive 🤣 Anyways I hope u have a great day!! 🩵🩷

vampire!jeonghan

➔ au!ramble || requested || vampire!au

➔ warnings: blood mention || 484 words ➔ notes: fluff, general ; that's impressive—I have an extensive masterlist! please consider reblogging the posts :) one of these days I'll work on actual long fic, but for now, I'll be glad to whip up some headcanons

when he grew out his hair, you kept sending edited pictures of him as a victorian era child and he's SO tired of it. he (lovingly) rolls his eyes and flicks your forehead when you show him yet another oliver twist "please sir..." meme with his face plastered over it

he knows your accomplice is joshua. the candid photos are a dead giveaway, though he doesn't go much further than baring his fangs at the two of you—maybe hissing when you're openly laughing, but he's too lazy to do much else. he doesn't care about it

despite his athleticism, he really likes pretending that he has a fragile disposition. I'm talking twirling parasols at high noon, putting his hand dramatically on his forehead during "dizzy spells" (read: when seungcheol makes him do work), highlighting his supernatural pallor during the winter

but kick him a stray ball and he perks up immediately, tossing the parasol aside to kick some ass

drinks blood out of a reusable juice box and thinks it's the best invention ever. he even has a little bendy straw that he insists on using because, as he argues, immortality is about discovering the small joys in life

which you can't argue with, but can he please stop sucking on that straw when he knows that it's empty—the sound is driving you crazy, especially when he hovers over your shoulder

he stops. does it once more for good measure. and promptly runs away when you chase him with a pillow

don't let his silliness distract you from the fact that this man is incredibly calculating. he's seen empires rise and fall...though often from a distance and heard secondhand. but he's seen humanity progress, and the human psyche has always interested him

not the psychology or science of it. the what ifs just fascinate him, which is why he often likes to stir up things to see how they play out

you're convinced that he was once a strategic advisor to someone important. he neither confirms nor denies, but once, when you read to him a historical discovery about some old warlord, he scoffed at how the events were described

he doesn't bite you, but he does like to nip at you. just your fingers when you feed him things or your tummy when he lays his head in your lap

you ask him about it once, fresh off another phase of vampire romance novels, and he just tells you that it's too messy

that's one reason, but the second reason that he never tells you...it's that he's scared. he acts extra silly and ridiculous around you, but there's always an underlying fear of hurting you at any point

he doesn't look like much, but he's stronger, he's faster, he's not human. and the idea of you in his lap, faint and dizzy as your heartbeat stutters beneath his fingers, doesn't appeal to him

#caratwritersclub #seventeen scenarios #jeonghan scenarios #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #jeonghan fluff #g: svt #m: jeonghan #t: auramble #s: request #anonymous #ravixen #vampireau

[fullsunised]

i’m not sure if you’re doing requests but if not you can ignore this. if so, this is going to sound super random but can i request nct dream reaction to their s/o’s curly hair? thank u

ɴᴄᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ¹¹ : ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴜʀʟʏ ʜᴀɪʀᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

. ★彡 genre: fluff

. ★彡 trigger warnings: swear words

. ★彡 requests open

. ★彡 a/n: I expected myself to do ass in this one, but imma say its better than I expected it to be. also, thank you for the request, such a cute idea. AND DISCLAIMER BRO I JUST USED COMMON SENSE, IDK WHAT PEOPLE WITH CURLY HAIR GO THROUGH LEGIT. anyways, hope you enjoy this :))

❝ 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 ❞

╰─▸ ❝ 愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐋𝐄𝐄 ] ࿐ྂ

he loves playing with it. he genuinely thinks that's the best part about you- of course, he adores every little thing about you but your hair legit makes him wanna die cause its so pretty.

loves pulling on it. not aggressively but like you know, taking a strand and twirling it, or like straightening it to see how it recoils. bro he just loves the way your hair bounces up and down while you walk.

you know damn well, he's studying on the products and shit for your hair. bro he just loves watching it bounce.

╰─▸ ❝愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐀𝐍𝐆 ] ࿐ྂ

very afraid about the fact that your curls can be delicate. he just loves watching you making your hair in the morning, he sits next to you and hands you all the products you need at the right time, because bro has memorised your hair routine.

bro buys you like twenty five different hair accessories because he can, and because he loves to decorate your hair. probably braids it, or styles it for you. a very artistic person, so explains that.

loves watching you play with it, or loves it if you let him play with it. he loves drawing you as well, especially with your hair all out surrounding your cute little face. so damn cute, couple goals.

╰─▸ ❝愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐄 ] ࿐ྂ

for him your hair is the best part fr. always using some sort of excuse to touch it all the time. bro has no chill fr. oh you are next to him, he's touching your hair more than any other part of you. 

loves resting your head on his lap so that he can run his fingers through your hair all the time. no chill. ong, he loves washing his hair for you. like them therapy sessions where he just does your hair while you relax.

is the type to advice you to experiment. like colouring your hair, maybe trying a different hair style, and bro even does it for you. he just adores it so much. whipped culture vibes. 

╰─▸ ❝愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐄 ] ࿐ྂ

man he loves waking up next to you, his face shoved into your hair smelling his favourite shampoo.

boy doesn't ask. he's just walking around, he stumbles upon you and he's touching your hair. you don't mind it of course. ruffles your hair a lot, so that it gets messy and you come to him for a brush.

also, ong he is the type to hide stuff in your hair. pretend they went missing, tease you for hiding it in your hair while you deny it, and then you know he's snickering while you pout after finding that shit he hid on purpose.

╰─▸ ❝愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐍𝐀 ] ࿐ྂ

adores it from afar. he loves it when you run up to him, cause your hair be bouncing up and down in the air. also is the type to carry a hair tie on his wrist ( that's hot asf ).

boy also adores brushing your hair for you, especially with your bed hair, just uses a comb and brushes through the knots. just loves it absolutely. makes sure to fill up on your hair products and shit.

the type to nag and complain if you straighten your hair even for a evening because bro embrace your natural hair fr. personal hype boy if you ever are insecure about it.

╰─▸ ❝ 愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐄 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆] ࿐ྂ

buys you the most expensive shit, cause boy needs you to maintain your hair. also the type to buy accessories, and decorate your curls. also a nagger, bro hates it when you change your hair in any way, but loves if you accessorise a lot. 

loves watching your bed hair, but also is the type to make fun of the way your hair is in the morning. ong, he's definitely the type to take pictures of you with the messiest of hair instantly after you wake up, and save it as his wallpaper, so that every time he opens his phone, he can laugh at it and coo at it at the same time.

he is very chill about it. like he doesn't treat your hair as any different than straight. 

╰─▸ ❝ 愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 ] ࿐ྂ

he's so adorable about it. bro is awestruck. he just loves watching your hair bounce, he's not the type to be touching it all the time, because he is the secret admirer types.

even if you are having separate conversations in the same room, he is still staring at your hair- bro is that mesmerised. nah, he's so delicate about your hair, like, even if you ask him to touch it, he just grazes it with the tips of his fingers and he loves it already.

his eyes are shining watching your bed hair, or while you are doing your hair routine. trust me, he just loves watching it that's all. 

FULLSUNISED.

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[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 11 - Nippleplay]

Pairing: aaol!couple

Kinks: mommy kink, nipple clamps, nippleplay, nipple orgasm, body worship, praise, loving dirty talk

Wordcount: 4.8k

a/n: i wanna give him the world :( you guys, i would kill for aaol!googie :( i also won’t apologise for the domestic fluff at the beginning, this is the only way to enjoy the aaol!couple. Enjoy besties ❤

Jungkook has been hurrying around the apartment since lunch. First he was busy cleaning the kitchen after cooking the most delicious meal for you, then he was busy vacuuming and sweeping the floors and now he is busy dusting every single surface in your penthouse.

Now, such occurrences are not worth reporting on normal days as Jungkook is a very clean person and having him clean the penthouse on his weekends is no unusual happening.

This one is different however, because ever since Jungkook started dusting your place, there is this slight jingling sound accompanying him. Like those of little bells. And you can’t, for the love of you, figure out what the hell is causing the sound.

He isn’t wearing any jewellery nor one of his collars. His shirt is a casual white t-shirt reaching him over his butt, but there is not a single bell attached to it. And you know for a fact that his pants are normal black sports shorts. Maybe a little tight around the thighs, but huge thighs normally don’t sound like little bells with each movement they make.

Jungkook is currently dusting the television as you chill on the chaise lounge. He hums to himself, producing those weird jingling sounds each time he moves around. You sneak a glance at him. His hair looks normal too, no hair clips or ties which could make the sound.

Jungkook turns around, having finished the television and making his way to you to dust the art display next to you.

He feels your eyes on him, looking at you to flash you a cute grin. He looks away afterwards, humming his favourite song as he swirls the duster over the big vase. The jingling is almost unbearable in your ears.

Jungkook straightens up again, moving on to wipe the little side table where you placed your cup of coffee. He lifts it for you, wiping the surface.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

All you can concentrate on is the sound. Where the hell is it coming from?

Jungkook places the cup back down, squatting down to wipe the lower surface of the table.

Ring. Ring! Ring!

“Okay seriously”, you break the silence.

Jungkook lifts his head, studying your face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why are you jingling?” you ask him.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re jingling. Like little bells. Why are you making that sound?” you ask him, placing your feet on the floor so you can bend over and reach for him. You touch his shoulders and neck first, feeling it up vigorously.

Jungkook chuckles, moving back in a way that would give him a cute double chin.

“What are you doing?” he asks, gawking at your hands.

“Why are you making bell sounds? What are you wearing?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, he says, getting to his feet and forcing your hands to slip from his body.

“Kook”, you try to fetch for him but he dances out of your reach, swinging his hips smoothly and moving his hands to an imaginary rhythm. His eyes are sparkling mischievously, his lips are curled into a cute grin. The jingling continues.

“What are you wearing?” you ask in a laugh, getting to your feet to hurry to him.

Jungkook dodges you with a skilful swirl, giggling to himself as he watches you stumble.

“Hey”, you whip around, “don’t dodge me”, you say, stomping to him.

Jungkook fetches your hands before you can grab him, using your momentum to twirl you until you land in his arm, making you squeak as he does it.

“Jeon Jungkook, don’t do that!” you whine.

“Mwuah”, Jungkook merely kisses your lips, making a cute sound. He pulls back, eyes racing between yours and nose scrunching up in a cute bunny smile.

You lick your lips, blinking at him in complete flabberghastedness.

He sways your bodies from side to side with his arms around your waist and his hips pressed against yours.

“Hah”, you let out, lowering your eyes shyly, “you stupid noodle”, you mumble, nudging his chest.

“Hehe”, he lets out, kissing your cheek before breaking away from you to continue cleaning. The jingling still continues however, making you chase him.

You wrap your arms around him from the back, earning yourself a surprised squeak which turns into a giggle and Jungkook trying to squirm away from you.

“Why are you jingling? Tell me”, you insist, rubbing his tummy.

“What are you doing?” he laughs, writhing in your arms, “tickles. What are you doing, that tickles.”

“Where is the bell?” you murmur, running your hands down to his hips and back to his butt.

“Ah!” he gasps, squeezing his butt cheeks together now that he has your hand between them. He twirls around, grabbing your hands, “Mommy”, he says in a warning voice, sending you a shocked look, “what are you doing?”

“Are you wearing your tail?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your bunny tail? The fluff, are you wearing it?”

“No of course not”, Jungkook says in a laugh, jingling as he does.

“Bunny please tell me what you’re wearing”, you whine.

Jungkook wiggles out of your grasp.

You watch him with confused eyes as he hooks his fingers in his shirt and then pulls it up his torso. His chest is revealed to your eyes and with it the two nipple clamps currently sitting around his nipples. And down his shirt goes again, giving you no time to truly register what just happened.

“I’ll never tell you”, he says and then turns to run away upstairs, jingling like crazy as he does.

“Did he just-“, you mumble, looking at the upstairs terrace from where Jungkook is grinning down at you, hands gripping the railing as he rocks back and forth on his tiptoes.

You take one step and Jungkook gasps, jumping away from the railing in case you were going to start running and he had to flee.

“Come here young man”, you call out and hurry to the stairs.

Jungkook squeals, turning on his heels to run away. His laughter is echoing through the entire penthouse, mixing with your own cackles and calls of his name.

You catch up with Jungkook when he is trying to open the terrace door. He looks over his shoulder with big eyes, fumbling with the doorknob.

"Wait, give me a chance. The, the lock's stuck", he squeals happily.

“Come here this instant”, you tell him, taking big steps to him.

“Wait please, wait w-what do you wanna- ah!” Jungkook squeaks, laughing like a madman as you swoop him off his feet just to throw him over your shoulder, “what are you doing?” he cackles.

“I’m kidnapping your cute ass”, you say, giving his butt a little spank before strutting off with him.

Jungkook lets you kidnap him gladly, staring at the upside down penthouse and laughing until his tummy hurts.

“You’re so silly, oh my god”, he coughs out between laughs, making you grin fondly.

You set him down in the playroom, doing it so he is facing the big leather couch you have in there. You mostly use this couch for post play cuddles and the occasional fiery scene when passion gets too strong between you and him. Today you set him down in front of it, kneeling down on it and running your hands up and down his arms.

Like this you are face to face, giggling and chuckling as you gaze into each other’s eyes.

"That was so much fun", he says, cheeks rosy and eyes sparkly.

"Yeah, so much", you agree, "god Bunny, you’re so pretty”, you praise, caressing his torso.

“That feels good, Mommy”, Jungkook answers you, writhing shyly.

“Heh”, you grin, “can Mommy see it again, baby? Mhm?”

Jungkook hesitates, looking at you with big, shy eyes.

“Please?” you try with a pout, kneading his waist softly.

“Yeah okay”, he says cutely, hooking his fingers in his shirt to pull it off his torso. He throws it on the floor, presenting himself with his arms in perfect position by his side. 

You run your eyes over his naked torso. His tummy is a little red where your shoulder dug into it, but it doesn’t look as if it hurts.

You touch it softly, soothing the spot nonetheless. Jungkook tenses his muscles, watching your hand with sparkling eyes. He loves it so much when you feel up his body.

“Such a pretty Bunny”, you say, walking your fingertips up his tummy until you feel the swell of his underboob. You cup his tits, eyes flitting between the delicate nipple clamps. Sterling silver with black rubber tips for comfort. Jungkook tightened them quite a lot, resulting in his pretty nipples to be oh so swollen and stiff. And right from the clamps two little bells are tangling.

You give his boobs one squeeze for good measure, dropping them afterwards to instead flick your fingers against the little bells. Jungkook gasps, gazing at your face in anticipation of your reaction.

You are smiling, eyes soft in adoration, “so that’s what was jingling all the time”, you say, making the bells jingle. The sound makes you chuckle, eyes flitting up to meet Jungkook’s.

“Do you like them?” he asks.

“Very”, you say, tracing the bells with your fingertips. They are so warm from Jungkook’s body heat, “they are so pretty. Is there a reason why you're wearing them?” you ask.

“Sometimes when, when I clean I wear something”, he confesses.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Sometimes when I clean I wear a toy because I like the feeling”, he says with rosy cheeks.

“Well, that is news to me”, you say, “what kind of toys are we talking about here?”

“Plugs and cock rings and sometimes clamps”, Jungkook says, breath hitching in his throat as you are playing with the bells and that give his nipples a soft tug.

“And why have I never heard anything of that before?”

“Because I keep it a secret. I take the toy out, clean it and put it away again after I finished”, he whispers, cheeks heating up vigorously when your eyes meet.

“A secret”, you say and smirk.

Jungkook gulps, nodding his head shyly.

“How long has this been going on?”

“Some time, maybe months?”

“Huh”, you click your tongue, twisting the bells gently, “so you're telling me that for months, you’ve been walking around with a toy on you while you were cleaning only to take it off again so I wouldn’t notice?”

Jungkook nods his head, sighing softly because of the twist. He feels the tingles down to his toes, making him press his legs together.

You look back at his nipples.

“Such a naughty little boy”, you say, connecting your fingertips with his swollen nipples. The clamps are squeezing them so nicely that you can touch right where he is the most sensitive.

Jungkook moans sweetly, chest heaving up in a deep gasp for air. He feels the touch so well, shivering with his entire body.

“So why did you pick out those cute little bells today? Did you wanna be caught?”

“No actually, I thought that only I could hear them”, he confesses, making you chuckle.

“I see. You’re so cute, Bunny. You know that, don’t you?”

“I think, yeah”, he mumbles, “Mommy your touch is so nice”, he adds and moans softly.

“Your nipples are really swollen, no wonder it’s nice.”

“They’re sensitive”, he says, chasing your touch in a little squirm.

“They are? Can Mommy play with them for a little?”

“Yes Mommy, you can”, he allows you, nodding his head vigorously.

“Thank you, lovebug”, you say, closing the distance between you and him to kiss his neck.

Jungkook tilts his head to the side in reaction, waiting for your kisses with closed eyes and a fluttering heart. He reaches for your waist when it comes, squeezing it between his strong fingers and moaning your name with his sweet voice.

“You know, if you weren’t so goddamn cute, I’d punish your naughty little butt for keeping such a secret from me”, you whisper against the shell of his ear, making Jungkook whimper, “but goddamn, you are so fucking cute, all I wanna do is make you moan for me.”

“That, that makes my knees weak, Mommy”, Jungkook confesses and giggles quietly.

“Poor baby, is standing hard for you?”

“Yeah”, he whispers, resting his cheek on your shoulder, “it’s a little hard”, he adds as he nuzzles his nose into your neck and gives your waist a soft squeeze.

He feels so warm and snuggly and soft in your arms, making you rest your head against his’ and trace his spine as your heart flutters in your chest. He also smells so, so good. Like peach blossoms and vanilla with a faint hint of his argan oil shampoo.

“Should we think of a solution together, mhm Bunny?”

“Maybe I could, uhm, I could rest between your legs, Mommy”, he suggests, making you smile.

“Good job, love. That is exactly what I was thinking too”, you praise him, making him squirm happily from the praise. You give his butt a soft pat, “let go and let me rest back, yeah?”

“Yeah okay”, Jungkook mumbles, breaking the hug to let you lie down on the sofa.

Your back is supported by pillows, head resting comfortably and body relaxed. You open your legs for him, patting your tummy to signal him that it is now safe to lie down.

Jungkook follows happily, climbing atop the couch just to lie down between your legs. He giggles as you wrap your limbs around him, attacking his neck with tickling kisses and nibbles. 

You feel your entire world light up each time Jungkook laughs. If somebody told you that you could only listen to one sound for the rest of your life, you would choose Jungkook’s laugh. He is so beautiful when he is happy. 

“Mhm, my baby”, you murmur, finishing off your love attack by smelling his skin. Jungkook relaxes into you, legs opening as far as the position allows and head falling against your shoulder. 

“You smell so good, Bunny”, you whisper.

“Thank you”, he says, voice filled with slight pride. He loves smelling good for you. 

“Now relax my love, I’ll take such great care of you”, you say, resting your head against him. 

You start off by hooking your legs around his' to make sure he stays open. Like this your feet are touching the inside of his thighs, making his skin burn up in sensitivity. Jungkook loves it so much when you make sure that he stays open for you. 

You touch the hem of his shorts, tracing it with your fingertips just once before finally touching his skin. Goosebumps pebble on his lower tummy instantly, a soft sigh meets your ears. 

You can’t see it, but you know for a fact that Jungkook has his eyes closed. He always has when you touch him. Jungkook’s such a sensory receiver that closing his eyes is such a natural process of being touched. That is why you have to specifically order him to keep his eyes open when you want him to show you his pretty eyes. Today you don’t mind that his eyes are closed. On the contrary, you want him to be able to relax and fully enjoy what you do to him.

You trace his abs, starting at his lowest and slowly working your way up to his highest. Jungkook tenses and relaxes them each time you touch a new spot.

“So defined”, you praise, “I've got such a strong, pretty Bunny as mine.”

Jungkook giggles, squirming in your arms. 

“Wow Bunny, did you workout recently? Your tummy feels so, so strong.”

“Mommy stop”, he whines, turning his head to nudge you with his nose, “do you really think so?”

“Of course I do. You’re my strong Bunny”, you say, kissing his lips. 

Jungkook mumbles your name, kissing you back eagerly. He even goes as far as to reach up and cup your cheek, making you pull back with a chuckle.

“So eager”, you tease.

“Sorry, I get really happy when you praise me”, he mumbles, lowering his hand back to his own thigh.

“That's alright”, you assure him, continuing your touches.

Jungkook closes his eyes and relaxes back into you. He is tingling all over. He really loves being your Bunny so much. You are so gentle and loving and Jungkook feels so incredibly beautiful when he is with you. He also loves that despite his confession, you didn’t decide to punish him. Jungkook loves punishments, but what he loves even more is being pampered. And this right now, feels incredible. 

You trace his pecs, fighting the strong urge to simply cup and squish. Truly, Jungkook’s tits are magnificent. For such a petite guy he is carrying the hugest honkers around. That’s how you like to call them and it always makes him laugh.

“Your honkers”, Jungkook whispers, snickering to himself. 

You chuckle, “you're right. My big honkers”, you say, gathering them just to squish them right under his nipples. 

“Do you like them?” he asks, hoping for another praise 

“I love them, my bunnybaby”, you say, making him squirm happily.

You release them just to dance your fingernails around his nipples. 

“A-ah”, Jungkook gasps, arching his back. He shivers so much, his skin feels so electric. It is covered in goosebumps, nipples looking even harder between the clamps. You have to touch them.

Jungkook moans loudly, squirming rather aggressively. Even his hands slip from his thighs to touch your own instead, palms just slightly clammy. 

“So swollen”, you rasp, “and so sensitive? Mhm?”

“Sensitive”, Jungkook whispers, tensing each time you roll your fingers. 

With one expert move you loosened the clamps around his nipples, taking them off carefully.

“Oh my god”, Jungkook whimpers, reaching up just to rub his own chest.

“Does it hurt?” you ask him, discarding the clamps by your side as you watch his hands knead and massage his own tits. 

“Not a lot. It’s really ah”, he squirms, “I feel it so well.”

"Right there, mhm?" you ask him, tracing the slightly bruised spots on the side of his nipples. They aren’t truly bruised, more than they are very squeezed and tender from the clamps. They feel hot under your fingertips and you could have sworn you felt his heartbeat skip a beat in them.

“Oh god, Mommy”, Jungkook moans, hands falling back onto your thighs to squeeze them. 

“It must be that spot. So reactive”, you rasp, taking them between your thumb and pointer finger to massage them.

Jungkook squirms once again, legs opening even more and back arching into your touch. A sweet moan slips past his parted lips, his eyes race behind his closed lids as he is trying to make sense of how good it feels.

Because it feels incredible. So goddamn incredible. Jungkook swears he never had more sensitive nipples than he does right now. Those clamps were so, so tight and now he could scream from how sensitive they are. Your body heat feels three times more intense on his skin and your touch, which is of incredible tender nature, feels as if you are rubbing him vigorously because of how sensitive he is. Jungkook swears he never felt like this before. So charged and so dizzy and so good just from getting his nipples touched.

“You're squirming so much. Is it nice for you, Bunny?” you whisper against his neck.

“I feel dizzy”, he croaks, “Mommy, you make me feel so dizzy”, he almost squeals, laughing and moaning at the same time as he once again squirms. 

“You're so cute, Bunny”, you coo, melting in fondness. 

You could have given him a little punishment for being secretive. But you are happy that you didn’t. Jungkook is so goddamn adorable when you pamper him. Besides, he didn’t really break any rules, he was just a sneaky little man. You never had the rule of no touching without permission as you found it rather silly and you prefer Jungkook being able to masturbate when he feels like it instead of having him be touched starved on most days as this works way better for both of you and makes both of you happier.

Not that he is ever touch starved with you, you are making sure of that day by day.

You drop his nipples just to rub them instead. Slow, precise circles with just enough pressure to force those sweet sensations deep into his fibers.

“Please don’t stop”, Jungkook begs shakily, panting rapidly. 

“Never”, you promise him, leaving a soft kiss atop his shoulder, “you're such a good boy, Bunny. Always such a good boy.”

“Mommy”, he whimpers, nipples hardening from your praise, “oh god, it feels so good.”

“I know love, they're so, so hard”, you say and pinch them just to roll them between your fingers. 

Jungkook gasps and moans, babbling in his smallest voice that it feels so good. His fingers are running up and down your thighs, kneading the flesh each time it gets too much and he needs support in one of his shivers. His hips are squirming and from where you are sitting, you can see how swollen his cock is in his shorts. The bulge is so huge, looking so untouched.

“Is your cock hard, Bunny?” you ask him.

“Yeah…feels so good”, he answers you, “please don’t stop, please.”

“God Bunny, you drive me insane. You’re such a good boy”, you rasp, pulling him tighter to you. You bury your face in his neck, lips against his skin and head dizzy from his scent. He smells so good. Pleasure always gives him those warm notes in his scent and you are so goddamn addicted to them.

“Mommy please don’t stop”, he whimpers.

“Never Bunny, love touching your nipples”, you lull, making sure he knows of your honesty by twisting them once before rubbing your fingers over them in skilled circles. 

Jungkook moans as if you just sank down on his cock, arching his back the same way as well. 

“Good boy, such a good boy”, you praise, keeping up the tempo while your lips become busy with kissing his neck.

Jungkook sobs softly, rolling his head to the side to give you better access. He is chasing air with his hips, heart racing in his chest. He feels that touch everywhere. He is so overwhelmed. 

“Why does this feel so good?” he mewls, writhing in your arms.

“What do you mean?”

“It's so intense. I, I feel it everywhere”, he says and sobs softly, “Mommy, I feel it in my cock”, he whines, bucking his hips up.

“You do? Oh babybunny, you’re such a good boy. I wanna eat you up”, you say, wrapping your arms around him just to hug him close. You nibble on his neck, kissing it like crazy. 

“Please”, Jungkook begs, wrapping his fingers around your wrist to pull your hands back to his nipples, “don’t stop, Mommy.”

He makes you chuckle. You connect your fingers back with his nipples, rubbing them quickly. 

“Like this, mhm?”

“Yeah, please please. Please don’t stop. Please”, he begs, taking gasping breaths. He feels so hot. He is burning up. Getting swallowed by hot flames. This is so good. Too much almost. All he ever needed today and more. So much more. He doesn’t want this to stop. Ever. It feels so good.

Jungkook moans in gratefulness, fucking the air with smooth rolls of his hips. It forces his back to rub against your pussy and turn you into a mess. He is so warm against you, grinding right against the best spots. 

“Fuck Bunny, you drive me mental”, you rasp, “you love how I play with your cute nipples, hm?”

“Yes, yes, yes”, he chants, nodding his head vigorously.

“Such a good boy, I’m so proud of you Bunny.”

“I think I'm gonna cum Mommy”, Jungkook confesses and sobs cutely.

“What? Really?”

“Yes”, he mewls, arching his back, “Mommy, please! Mommy, aah.”

“Urgh baby”, you growl, nuzzling closer, “you drive me insane. Fuck, you’re such a good boy. Let go whenever you feel like it, Mommy's here to catch you.”

You take his nipples between your fingers again, massaging them deeply and forcing Jungkook to squeak out his prettiest moan. 

“It's okay, baby, it’s okay. I'm right here”, you assure him, eyes squeezed shut because of how good he makes you feel. Jungkook is squirming so much, grinding against your clit. That mixed with the sheer excitement of making him cum by mere nippleplay, truly gives you such a rush of pleasure.

“Mom-mommy”, Jungkook sobs, “please, please, please.”

“It's okay. I'm right here. Can you hear me?”

“Y-yeah..”

“Good boy, such a good boy. Now listen to me. I'm right here, Bunny. You’re such a good boy, don’t worry I'm right here.”

Jungkook swears he could burst into the hottest tears right now. He is so overwhelmed and weak and a little scared too. His nipples have never been that sensitive before. It feels as if you are playing with his cock or prostate, that’s how intense your touch feels. And it scares him a little because it’s so much, so to have you promise him that you are right here with him, feels as if you are wrapping him up in the softest blanket of comfort and warmth.

“I'm right here Bunny. Mommy's right here, my love”, you whisper, making Jungkook float on the warmest and fluffiest cloud of safe pleasure.

Jungkook sobs in happiness. He is so safe. You are here with him and that means all this overwhelming pleasure can’t hurt him. You are here with him. Right here.

“Oh god”, Jungkook croaks and feels how he breaks into a million pieces. It starts off in his nipples. Hot and explosive, just like his normal orgasms feel like. The sensation shoots through his body, making his cock throb and twitch and squirt as if you played with him for hours. 

Jungkook swears he actually loses his soul in that high. He can’t believe how good it feels. 

“Good boy”, he hears you croak far, far away and then he swears he feels you shake behind him. He doesn’t quite know if he is imagining it or not because he is so, so far gone. 

He stays far away even after his high stopped shaking his body, panting heavily and shivering in exhaustion. 

You are holding him oh so tightly, caressing his tummy and sides while your lips kiss his neck and shoulder slowly. 

“Good boy”, you whisper, dizzy from your own high. Watching Jungkook lose himself so incredibly much was all you needed to break right with him. Now his body squeezing against your pussy feels just that tiny bit maddening. He is so warm and the pressure is so intense. 

“You're my good boy”, you lull, “fuck baby, I’m so done for”, you confess, laughing softly. You lift your head when Jungkook doesn’t react, studying his face in worry.

He is staring at the ceiling with glassy eyes and furrowed brows.

“Jungkook, what's wrong?” you ask him, touching his cheek.

“I can't believe that I orgasmed with my nipples”, he whispers, voice raspy, “did this actually just happen?”

“It did, yeah”, you say, dancing the back of your hand up and down his soft cheek.

“Wow”, Jungkook lets out and shifts his gaze to you, “wow”, he repeats with urgency in his voice, making you chuckle.

“Didn’t think you had it in you, did you?”

“No, of course not”, Jungkook shakes his head, “I, I thought this was a myth.”

“Mhm just like anal orgasms were a myth to you, right?”

“Mommy”, Jungkook pouts, “don’t bring this up. This was ages ago and, and I didn’t know better”, he whines loudly.

“Gosh, I’m sorry”, you snicker, smooching his rosy cheek, “I'm sorry, Bunny.”

“Hmpf, so mean. You’re so mean sometimes”, he mumbles.

“I'm mean?” you chuckle, “do I have to remind you that you kept such a huge secret from me? If somebody's mean then it's your sneaky butt for not including me sooner.”

Jungkook breaks into giggles, turning in your arms to rub himself against you as he attacks your neck with kisses.

“Okay you’re right”, he says and snickers, “I'm sorry, Mommy. Are you mad at me?”

“No of course not. You know I’m only teasing”, you assure him, wrapping him up in your arms.

Like this you can kiss each other with no ounce of space between your bodies. Jungkook caresses your tummy while you play with his hair. 

The kiss breaks solely because you wanted to look at each other.

“Do you still have to punish me?” he asks, fluttering his lashes. 

“Is this your not so subtle way to ask for a spanking?”

He giggles, hiding his face in your boobs, “no?” he says, cracking you up.

“You stupid noodle, you. God come here, I’ll never let you go again”, you say, wrapping your limbs around him as tightly as possible.

#jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook scenario #jungkook oneshot #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #sub!jungkook #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts scenario #bts oneshot #bts x reader #bts x you #sub!bts #bangtan smut #bangtan fanfic #bangtan scenario #bangtan oneshot #bangtan x reader #bangtan x you #sub!bangtan #fanfic: kinktober22

[sixosix]

can i have a fic when hawks is a little snooky shmoopy poopoo booboo bear baefie cookie cake sugarhoneyplumplum pop 🥺 thx

a/n i will ban you too don’t test me. hi earth hope u like it 🥰

# reader is very aggressive and um. verbally violent. but this is fluff, hawks is a whipped and territorial birdbrain, wc 629

one fact no one warned you about is that hawks leaves his feathers everywhere.

“i’m going to kill you.”

hawks grins where he’s draped on your couch, wings stretched until he’s taking up the entire space. “i’m looking forward to it,” says the number two hero.

a tick pops out of your temple, livid now more than ever. “oooh i’m going to kill you and i’m going to make it hurt, you hear me?”

“heard you the first time, sweetheart,” he says, so carefree with that stupid grin that punching it out of him seems like it would bring world peace.

you don’t relent. “and then when i kill you, your feathers better disappear along with you,” you snarl, making a point by plucking one of the red headaches from the desk beside your door and crushing it. it still stays intact; it even wiggles in your death grip. “or else i’ll bring you alive and kill you again.”

hawks hums, undeterred. “i don’t think that’s how it works.”

you glare at him because you know it’s true. “you are so fucking annoying, you know that?”

hawks laughs this time. “so i’ve been told.” he shifts, patting his thigh as an invitation. “aren’t you tired? it’s time to cool off and relax a bit, babe.”

you sniff, appraising him with a cold glare. “how come the number two hero has time to shed his stupid feathers and loiter in a civilian’s living room?”

he tuts in disapproval; and before you know it, a feather’s on the middle of your back, pushing you to the couch. it’s seriously endless. “now, don’t be like that. we both know you’re much more than just a civilian.”

you feel your chest warm. “gross.”

he laughs, pulling you down to sit on his lap once you’re within arms' reach. he reaches for you, like a starving man at the sight of an island—it should be sad. but it’s cute.

you hum, eyes surveying the mess in your apartment. there’s a feather here and there and everywhere. “are you, like, going through something? because i don’t think this is normal. at least do it in your own mansion.”

hawks snorts. “it’s for protection!”

“protection from what? you think there’s a rat-sized kidnapper in my house?”

“well—the chances aren’t slim.”

“unbelievable.”

“baby, listen,” hawks says, holding your cheeks in his palms. “it’s either you take one—or two, preferably—of my feathers or you have to deal with me claiming every part of your house. actually, it’s my house now.” he brightens. “aw—or our house.”

your deadpan stare cuts him off over the sound of his own laughter.

hawks is crazy. insane, even.

there’s something about him always wanting to leave a feather on your stuff. first, when you met him at a cafe, and he left a small feather right next to your cup. then, when he saw you again in pro hero deku’s agency, leaving two feathers on your desk. and then when you went on a date he told you to keep a feather but you accidentally lost it. and then this.

it isn’t anything sinister. he can’t control these feathers unless he’s nearby, and he’s always busy as a pro hero.

hawks gets extremely pleased whenever you carry one of his feathers around. like a big bird puffing his chest. he looks stupidly cute when he does that.

and—okay, you admit that the startling splash of familiar red is enough to make villains wary of you and creepy creeps run in the other direction, but why waste all that effort on you?

you pluck one from the corner of your couch, twirling it around. “wouldn’t you need your stupid feather?”

he beams, stealing a kiss on your nose. “i need you more.”

“you’re insufferable.”

#606:BNHA #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha fluff #mha fluff #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bnha drabbles #takami keigo x reader #takami keigo x you #hawks x reader #takami keigo fluff #hawks imagine

[faetaiity]

Ok ok what if what if

The reader is like one of the only fruit bats in the world like a rare breed of fruit bat. Which means they got captured get experimented on a lot and gets abused

Draxum finds out about this rare breed of fruit bat and wants to experiment himself so he orders the dark! Turtles to go get them but once they see them they want them for themselves??

OOGA BAT READER MY BELOVED /GEN Note: I'm gonna be gone from the 27th-31st to visit my family so I'm trying to get most of my asks out, Now, for simple asks that I can do on my phone during that time, I might answer but overall, I'll be gone lol ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Now, Reader is implied in the others to be a Giant Golden Crowned Flying Fox, which is already endangered according to CITES

And considering canonically, you only mutate into the creature you last touched

It would be almost confirmed that no other mutant is a GGCFF.

Now, I'm going to get into a little rant about Endangered or Otherwise extinct Animals that you can mutate into

Depending on what you are, is how Draxum will react, if you're an Endangered or Extinct-in-the-wild Mutant, you have his interest (If you're a mutant who mutated from an actual EXTINCT animal, like, there aren't any in captivity, or in the wild, then you definitely have his attention)

So, for example, Creatures like Tigers, Leopards, Wolves, Parrots, Komodo Dragons, etc, They're VERY interesting to him and would like to study how similar they are to their wild counterparts

So, a Giant Bat mutant with powers, while not extremely deadly, is something he would want.

Sending the turtles to capture a fragile, untrained, new mutant, would be easy, right?

Wrong, as he didn't account for the idea of the Turtles becoming interested in you themselves.

After the turtles terrorize you (because they're ASSHOLES), They tie you up and throw you into the turtle tank (It does, in fact exist in this AU)

Mikey starts messing with you, making you flinch and shake

After that fucking nutcase of a turtle is happy with causing fear, he starts trying to braid your neck fluff (Which he ends up ripping out a few strands 'accidentally')

You hear one of the other turtles call him up to the front of the Turtle tank for a few minutes

even with your amazing hearing, you can't make out what they're saying 100%

It goes on for about 10 minutes before the Tank slowed, then swerved violently, making you fall over.

Hearing the engine rev aggressively as it sped up was startling, you could feel the Turtle Tank shake.

A scarred-up turtle in dark blue comes from the front, sits you upright and squats down to look you in the eyes

"I'm gonna take off the Muzzle, but if you scream, I WILL give you something to scream about" he said as he twirled his blade, you nodded nervously

As he unraveled the Muzzle he stared at you, as if waiting for you to scream, bite, hiss, or even spit, but you kept your mouth shut

"Awwwhhhh I was hoping for an easy fight" he pouted as he got up, picked you up and slung you over his shoulder.

The door to the turtle tank opened and he walked out, the smell hit you before anything else could've, smelled metallic and of Spiteful little shits getting the snot beaten out of them.

He walked out of the small little garage area and into what felt like a Living room but for clinically psychotic dead inside mental patients on crack.

You saw a short, equally if not worse scarred-up rat, he was staring intently at the news he was watching, before his ears pinned back, signaling he heard them enter

Whipping his head around he looked the boys up and down before spotting you

He asked his students if that was the bat that they were supposed to bring to draxum

.....

"no....??" the brothers spoke in unison

The rat looked at them and went back to the news, something about a teenage girl getting skinned alive, only thing left was her black hair in two pom poms, you cringed at the words being said.

The four brothers walked into another part of what you assumed was their house, however this part seemed for like a Mad Scientist's wet dream.

They sat you down on the floor and you got a better look

There was surgical tools and engineering equipment everywhere

Suddenly, the purple one, oddly not nearly as roughed up as his brothers, came over to you and studied you

"Definitely Acerodon jubatus" he said blankly

"Alright, who's gonna do the honors of telling them our decision" he looked over at his three brothers, all of which seemed uninterested in saying anything

"Okay, jackasses, I'll say it, We decided that instead of giving you to that Sheep-like freak of nature, You'll stay with us." he stated calmly, as if he was saying it was cold outside and not that he just committed several felonies.

Before you could say anything, he got up and walked over to the surgical equipment, picking up a syringe and walking back over to you

"I don't necessarily need to explain but I will, This is anesthesia, I'm putting you under so I can put a tracker in you." is all you head before blacking out ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Pls ask me for more endangered (Not necessarily being Bat! Reader)! Mutant readers they're my favorite to do omg

#save rottmnt #dark! rottmnt au #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #donnie x reader #donatello #raph x reader #raphael #michelangelo #mikey x reader #leo x reader #leonardo #master splinter #baron draxum

[autisticlancemcclain]

Sorry Daddy (But I’m Not That Easy)

Keith/Lance (Voltron), Shiro & Lance (Voltron), Shiro & Keith (Voltron), Getting Together, Fluff & Humour, 3.5k Words

Summary: Lance is pulling out all the stops to seduce Keith. Shiro is beyond amused, and as always a whore for drama.

@sleepdeprivedflower and I did an art exchange, and she asked for some dorky klance shenanigans with a side of broganes!

———

“Oh, wow, your hands are huge. I don’t know how I missed it, ha.”

Shiro whips his head up from where he was resting against the wall. No way. No way is someone on this good Christian castleship employing whore tactics of flirting.

“I mean, of course you had that growth spurt,” Lance continues. He’s giggling and everything, batting his eyelashes up at Keith from where he’s measuring their hands together, holy shit. “I guess I just never realised how big you really got. It’s not a bad thing, though, don’t worry. It’s cool.”

Shiro gapes at the two of them. Lance has one leg bent at the knee a little, and Shiro knows if the boy’s hair was longer he’d be twirling it around his finger. The kid’s fuckin’ blatant.

And it’s working, Lord God above. Keith is red. Like, flaming. His face is frozen, he almost looked constipated. One of his hands is still held captive by Lance, but the other is clenched so tightly around his bayard that his knuckles are completely white and bloodless.

Holy shit.

Look. Shiro will admit that he was a bit of a whore back in the day. Just a tad. He got around, one could say. And yeah, he flirted here and there. He was well versed in the art of batting his eyelashes and telling a man he was just sooo big and handsome, wow, just look at you –

Point is, he recognises what Lance is doing. Obviously. When the hardhead you’re attempting to seduce has failed to pick up on your incredibly obvious signals and has yet to make a move, you get a little desperate. A little showy, a little obvious. Shiro’s just shocked to see such bullshit happen right in front of his very eyes. And to his little brother, no less.

He scrambles to grab his phone, opening the notes app to write down some quick observations. This is a fucken’ investigation, now, okay? Detective-level shit. Here’s what he knows:

Keith and Lance have had the hots for each other for literally so long that it’s become annoying.

Lance has been passively flirting with Keith, shooting cheesy pickup lines and other stuff like that, for months.

It has gotten him nowhere.

Keith can be dense, and also has never had a boyfriend before.

Lance has clearly gotten frustrated enough that he’s done being subtle even a little bit.

Here’s the thing. When Adam’s dense ass continued to be oblivious to Shiro’s advances, back in the day, Shiro had gotten just as frustrated as Lance, pulling out all the stops. It had only taken the man a week to snap, and Shiro had gotten the fucking of his life and the man of his dreams. It was great. But Keith? Keith is at least three times more stubborn than Adam. Poor Lance has his work cut out for him, that’s for damn certain.

Shiro puts his phone away, notes gathered, and watches the disasters in question. He smirks, resisting the urge to rub his hands together like an actual supervillain. Hoo-boy. This is going to be excellent.

—

Shiro’s just about to go to bed when there’s a sharp knock on his door. He sighs, looking at his bed mournfully. So close.

Maybe he can pretend he’s asleep?

The knock comes again, and Shiro rolls his eyes, schooling his expression into neutral before walking over to the door. Apparently not.

“Lance,” Shiro greets, “hey. Come in.” He opens the door and Lance does not hesitate to stride in. Shiro closes the door, leaning against it. He looks at Lance with quiet amusement. The Cuban is tense, muttering in Spanish and avoiding Shiro’s gaze.

Fuck yes. Drama time.

“Anything I can help you with?” he asks pleasantly, knowing full well he’s being a cock. He knows exactly why Lance is here, and he’s enjoying drawing this out. He thought he was only going to see Keith lose his shit, but it appears that he gets to witness both sides of team Sexual Frustration go batty. Excellent.

Lance gives him a deadpan look, seeing right past the placid tone. “You know why I’m here.”

“Doesn’t hurt to get some clarification,” Shiro says, barely holding back a smirk. Lance glares harder, but eventually sighs, evidently deciding he wants Shiro’s help more than he wants to preserve his dignity.

“I need some advice,” Lance admits reluctantly, “of the seduction kind.”

This time, Shiro doesn’t hold the smirk back. “I see. Would this have anything to do with our resident Galran hothead?”

“Mr. Dense & Oblivious? Yeah. Unfortunately.”

Shiro laughs, shaking his head. “I dunno what you need me for. You seemed to have everything handled pretty well in training today. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen Keith go so red.”

Now it’s Lance’s turn to smirk. “Yeah, that was great.” His smirk drops, replaced by a look of annoyance. “But it didn’t work. I’ve done that before, and it worked immediately! Zero problems. And I laid it on thick. I don’t know why I can’t get through to him.”

Shiro shoots Lance and exasperated look. “C’mon, Lance. You know how Keith is.”

Lance’s expression turns all romantic and moon-eyed, Shiro notices gleefully. Oh, this is wonderful. This is so embarrassing for them. And Shiro gets to witness all of it.

“Yeah,” Lance sighs, “impulsive until it comes to people he cares about. Then he thinks and overthinks.”

Despite himself, Shiro smiles a little too. His brother is a huge softie — as much as he loves to run headfirst into trouble, as soon as others are involved, it’s like he suddenly grows the ability to think ahead. He’s very protective of his loved ones. It’s sweet.

“Exactly. So if you want him to crack, and, from his perspective, risk his friendship with you…”

Lance deflates. “I’m gonna have to try way harder.”

“And that’s the understatement of the century,” Shiro snorts. “It’ll take you a month of this, at least.”

And boy do those words appear to be the wrong thing to say. Lance rears back, eyebrow high and judgemental.

“Excuse you,” he says, hands on his hips. “I absolutely do not need a whole-ass month. I’ll be surprised if I need more than two weeks.”

Shiro laughs, opening his mouth to argue, but pauses. “Okay, as much fun as I was having being a bitch, I think I’ll draw the line at betting when you’ll successfully seduce my brother. That feels mean.”

Lance rolls his eyes for what has to be the fifth time in the twenty short minutes they’ve been having this conversation. Shiro considers making a ‘careful or your eyes will get stuck’ comment, but he’s currently being the Cool Older Brother™, and isn’t super interested in being demoted to grandpa, so he holds his tongue.

“C’mon, Shiro, hop off the high horse. It’s not like I’m setting Keith up to get his heart broken, or anything. I’m in love with the asshole. I’m just trying to get the ball rolling this way, because nothing else seems to be working.”

Shiro chokes on his own spit a little. “Sorry. I think I misheard. What was that?”

“Oh, don’t act all surprised,” Lance chides. “I think I’m pretty obvious about it.”

“I knew you liked him, but I didn’t know you were in love with him!” Shiro exclaims.

Lance shrugs, but he’s avoiding Shiro’s gaze. “He’s very charming.”

Shiro squints at him. “You are very casual about this,” he declares after a moment of judgemental staring. “Where’s the Lance who had a gay crisis and hid in his room for three days after panic-coming out to everyone in the middle of training?”

“...He had another crisis three days ago. I’ve made my peace with it now.”

Shiro grins, moving closer to ruffle Lance’s hair (much to his annoyance).

“I see. Well, in that case, I’ll take you up on that bet, Lance. There is no possible way you're gonna get my stubborn-ass brother to crack in less than a month.”

Lance grins, eyes devious and sharp. “Oh, you’re so on.”

—

Shiro has to hide a grin in his cup when Lance walks in to breakfast wearing Keith’s dorky cropped jacket, because his brother’s face is hilarious. There are a couple raised eyebrows from the rest of the team, as well, because last they checked the sleeves of Keith’s jacket were certainly not big enough to give Lance literal sweater paws.

“Where did you –” Keith’s voice cracks so many times that even Shiro, in all his amusement, starts to pity him (not Pidge. Pidge laughs and points at him.) “Uh. Where’d you get that jacket?” he finally forces out.

Lance smiles serenely, but Shiro isn’t fooled. He sees the mischief in his eyes.

Oooh, this kid is good.

“Oh, you know. I haven’t seen you wear it in a while, so I was trying to figure out why. I realised it’s too small for you, now, so I made some adjustments! It should fit you now.”

Keith blinks, and a besotted smile spreads on his face. Shiro meets Hunk’s deadpan look and they both roll their eyes in tandem.

“That’s really nice of you, Lance. Thanks.”

Lance smiles at Keith again, and makes his way to his seat. He grabs some space bacon and a bowl of goo, sitting in his usual spot right next to Keith. Shiro notices he subtly scooches his chair closer to Keith. Just the smallest amount, but still. Calculated.

“Can I, um.” Keith clears his throat. “Can I… have the jacket?”

Lance sighs, making his eyes all big and round and siccing them on poor Keith’s unprepared self. “Oh, I guess so,” he pouts. “Your clothes are just so comfortable. I was hoping to wear it for a bit longer, but if you need it back —”

“No!”

Everyone startles a little at Keith’s sudden yell, except for Shiro and Hunk who have been watching the exchange with interest.

“No, you can keep it,” Keith adds hastily. His face is a little blotchy. “It’s fine. Totally fine.”

Shiro nudges Hunk, who leans in. “Watch,” Shiro whispers, “Keith’s about to lose it.”

Lance grins at Keith, all sunny and bright, and leans in to peck Keith on the cheek.

The glass Keith was holding explodes into thousands of little shards, just as Keith turns scarlet.

“I’m gonna — gotta go clean — maybe I should — goodbye,” Keith stutters, and rushes out the door.

Lance huffs, scowling at his bowl of food goo.

“For fuck’s sake,” he mutters.

Shiro laughs at him.

—

To Lance’s credit, even Shiro’s surprised the next try doesn’t work.

They’re in the training room again, nearing the end of a simulation. Everyone’s a little tired and sweaty, as they’re rapidly approaching hour five of training and everyone’s kind of ready to wrap it up.

Lance makes the final shot, nailing a gladiator bot between the eyes and clearing the level. Shiro calls for a hydration break, sending everyone to the mini-fridge to grab a water pouch and chill out for a bit. Pidge and Hunk pair up, as per usual, idly discussing one of their projects but mostly just catching their breaths. Shiro makes his way over to Allura, handing her a water pouch. She accepts it gratefully, shooting him a smile as she does some stretches. Lance is a toss-up – he rarely sits with the same person twice in a row, preferring instead to spend time with different people every day or spend a couple minutes with everyone, like the social butterfly he is.

Today, though, he sits with Keith, as he has been doing for the past week or so. Allura inclines her head at the two, raising a questioning eyebrow at Shiro.

“Would you happen to know anything about that?”

Shiro shrugs, smirking. “I know enough to be sure that I will be treating whatever comes next as my own personal soap opera.”

“I see,” Allura snorts. “Alteans were not so complicated in their courting. I have never witnessed such foolishness before – I must admit, it truly is amusing.”

“Yeah, humans are messy,” Shiro agrees. “But these two are particularly disastrous. They’re just as stubborn as each other, so. Heaven forbid they communicate or something.”

“Mhm.”

The two watch on in comfortable silence, sipping their water and stretching lazily. It really is like a soap opera. Keith and Lance are talking quietly enough that neither Shiro or Allura can really hear, but both boys are so naturally expressive that it isn’t hard to infer the conversation. Lance is gesturing wildly, hands waving about, and Shiro’s lip-reading isn’t excellent but he’s pretty certain he sees Lance make several goofy sound effects. Keith is laughing and smiling and eating it right up, feeding into Lance’s energy.

After a few minutes the story must end, and both Keith and Lance settle into the same comfortable silence that Shiro and Allura are in, only with sexual tension.

After a few minutes, Shiro can physically see the switch turn in Lance’s face — he goes from excited and animated to devious in a nanosecond. Shiro scrambles to his feet, startling Allura.

“What’s wrong?”

“We have to get closer,” Shiro hisses.

“Why?” she asks incredulously.

“I know that look Lance is getting,” Shiro responds as they speed over to a spot where they can hear the boys better. “He’s about to make this soap opera 300% more interesting.”

Allura grins, and the two settle down again about ten or so feet behind the red and blue paladins.

“– so I guess I can’t call you Mullet anymore, huh?” Lance is saying. He’s much closer to Keith than he was before; kneeling right in front of him. Their faces can’t be more than eight inches apart.

“Guess not,” Keith says quietly. Breathlessly.

Lance hums, tilting his head. “I bet you still use 2-in-1 shampoo,” he teases, and Shiro knows exactly where this is going.

Some of the hesitance leaves Keith’s posture, and he leans forward a bit. They have this argument frequently. “It’s efficient!” he argues.

“It’s a travesty, is what it is. You’re gonna ruin your hair like that. I wonder –” Lance reaches forward, gently brushing his fingers through Keith’s fringe. Keith goes rigid, and Shiro can imagine his heartbeat thundering. “Oh, wow. It is soft, even without the conditioner.”

Keith makes an aborted, throaty noise, eyes closed and fists clenched. The poor bastard looks like he’s about to combust.

Shiro and Allura exchange smirks. Whipped.

Keith clears his throat, several times, and Lance pulls away with the tiniest smile on his face.

“Cute,” he murmurs, then sits back on his heels, re-establishing the space between them. He looks at Keith expectantly, and his thoughts could not be more clear: your turn, Keith.

There’s a moment of silence, and then Keith stands up, brushing off his pants. “We should get back to training,” he says, voice a little strangled. He holds out his hand for Lance to grab, and Lance sighs heavily before taking it and getting pulled to his feet.

Shiro and Allura look at each other, wide-eyed and incredulous.

“Yikes,” Shiro mutters.

“Yikes is correct,” Allura agrees.

—

On week three, Shiro is pretty sure he’s going to win that bet. Lance has pulled all the stops. He’s done the hand thing, the jacket thing, the oh-you’re-so-strong-I-bet-you-can-lift-me-up thing, on and on. Once Shiro even watched him climb right over Keith’s lap to get a remote. Keith had been flustered, but the attempt had been fruitless. Honestly, Shiro was starting to feel bad for him.

It wasn’t like Keith didn’t actually like Lance. He still came to Shiro’s room every night, like clockwork, to vent and moan and screech and swoon about the boy in blue and his pretty eyes and face and legs and everything about him is just so wonderful, Shiro, even when he’s pissing me off. And I swear he’s trying to kill me, Shiro, he must be, I swear I can’t even think around him sometimes –

Yeah. It’s as bad as it sounds. Sometimes Shiro just wants to shake him by the shoulders and drill it into his head that you need to go for it, your stubborn dork, Lance is so down bad for you it’s ridiculous, just please take that one step because for whatever reason Lance is just as stubborn as you are and refuses to make the step himself.

But, you know. He has a bet to win, so. Maybe he’ll knock some sense into Keith after the month is up.

The gist of the matter is that Shiro has watched Keith out-stubborn Lance for three weeks now. He genuinely believes that Lance is going to lose, and tonight’s scheme is no exception.

Lance has set the stage incredibly well. Everyone’s all cozied up for movie night, nestled in close with dozens of pillows and blankets strewn all about. Lance had quietly seated himself next to Keith, and it wasn’t even out of the ordinary, so no one bat an eye.

Well. Shiro did. But that’s because he is completely invested, at this point. He is going to see this thing through, dammit.

But anyway. Lance is wrapped up in at least 5 blankets (that boy is always cold. Seriously. Always. He claims it’s because the castle is constantly frigid and his ‘Cuban blood’ is not used to that kind of cold, but Coran told Shiro that Lance is just anaemic and has bad circulation. Go figure). He’s scooching closer to Keith by the second. Shiro resists the urge to turn down the volume of the movie they’re watching so he can hear the boys better, settling for simply straining his ears.

“Sorry,” Lance whispers, finally getting close enough to lean on Keith. “I’m just – wicked cold. And you’re basically a human furnace.”

Surprisingly, Keith doesn’t freeze up this time, or even get flustered. All he does is lift his arms so Lance can curl up under it, and smiles softly.

“Half-human furnace,” he teases, just as subdued.

Lance snorts, laying his head on Keith’s shoulder. “Half or not, you’re the hottest person here. In more ways than one.” He shoots Keith a wink, but Keith only rolls his eyes, smiling.

Hm. He seems much more comfortable with this quiet flirting, and it does not escape Lance’s notice.

Lance shoots Keith one more smile, and snuggles deeper into him, turning his attention to the movie.

Shiro smiles, soft this time instead of smug. Lance may not win their silly little bet, but he will be winning Keith’s heart. Of this, Shiro is certain.

—

The morning of the day before Lance’s month is up, he and Keith stroll into the kitchen holding hands. Both have hickeys straight-up littering their necks.

“No!” Shiro yells, barely restraining himself from slamming his hands on the table. “Fuck! Come on, Keith! You couldn’t hold out one more day? One?”

Lance winks at him, and Keith smirks, clearly having been let in on the whole ordeal.

“I honestly wanted to date Lance faster just to spite you,” he says. Shiro scowls at him.

“One fucking day,” he grumbles, but can’t bring himself to be too angry. He’s happy for the losers, after all.

“So what finally did it?” Allura, who knows all about the bet because Shiro can’t help himself, asks.

Lance shrugs. “Turns out honest communication goes a long way. I just told him I like him.”

Nothing could prepare Shiro for the volume of the scream Hunk lets out.

“Six! Fucking! Years!” he bellows, stalking towards his best friend.

Lance shrieks and hides behind Keith, who looks very amused.

“I have been fucking begging you to talk to Keith for six years! Over half a fucking decade! Half a fucking decade I have put up with the most down bad, horniest, mooniest commentary in the world!” His voice goes high and mocking, and he bats his eyelashes obnoxiously. “Oh, Hunk, he’s so pretty and mysterious. Oh, Hunk, he’s sooooo talented. Oh, Hunk, his smile is just breathtaking. Oh, Hunk, that growth spurt made him giant, god, his biceps are as big as yours. I want him to step on me. Six years of this! Six years of enduring this pain!”

Keith cranes his head to the side, raising an eyebrow at his (!!) boyfriend. “Seriously? Did you actually say all that?”

“Oh, don’t pretend you aren’t just as bad, Keith,” Pidge drawls. “I’ve heard more about Lance’s legs than any person should ever have to. Ever.”

That shuts Keith right up, making him go as red as his lion.

Hunk huffs. “You’re lucky I’m so happy for you, you fuckin’ punk, or I’d kill you.”

“I love you! Please don’t murder me!” Lance squeaks, still hiding behind Keith.

Hunk rolls his eyes, but walks over and pulls the couple into a bear hug so strong it lifts them both off the ground. Both reciprocate happily.

“I want in on the affection!” Coran calls, rushing over to join the hug. Pidge, Allura, and SHiro all look at each other and shrug, rushing forward to join them too.

Soon all seven of them are giggling, sharing in the joy of the couple.

Lost bet or not – Shiro’s happy for his friends. Even if it means Lance will be smug about this for eternity.

#i loved writing this i miss bitch shiro #also someone needs to take the italics button away from me i straight up abuse it #vld #voltron #shiro #takashi shirogane #keith #keith kogane #keith & shiro #broganes #lance #lance mcclain #klance #lance & shiro #fluff #humour #shenanigans #getting together #flustered keith #tall keith #buff keith #brown eyed lance #brat lance #fr he’s a menace #my writing #fic #allura #everyone else has minor roles but not enough to really tag #this fic is SCARING me bc it’s not posting and it takes forever to add all my stupid italics 😭😭

[munsster]

metalhead grievance

A/N: hi!!! i wanna start off by saying how grateful i am for all the requests and i plan on getting to them all this week, but they are all for robin, and i don’t want to burn out on writing her because i love her a lot, so i’ll be posting some steve and eddie in between too (+ feel free to request other characters u wanna see me write!!!)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Summary: You air your grievances in the face of Hawkins’ favorite outcast. 1.1k words.

Warnings: cursing, allusions to sex, smug eddie, not technically fluff because its sooo smarmy but yeah it’s basically fluffy, mutual pining, mention of reader’s father, pet names (sweets, sweetheart, bug)

They’ve been growling away on their instruments next door for not half an hour when a metallic wail pierces the air, and your neighbor’s hard rock garage band gives you a fussy headache. With fingertips massaging your temples, you whip the front door open and march into his driveway, steaming and furious crossing the threshold into his open garage. He spots you and goes a little pink.

“Shit—take five?” Gareth huffs, flicking his sweat-slicked hair out of his face and looking up at you from his seat. “Hey, what’s up—”

“Gareth, are you fucking serious? I told you shitheads not to—Eddie Munson?”

Eddie smiles sweeter than he has before under the guise of his name in your mouth after a year or so. After last summer’s screaming match and the way you slammed his door and drove home angry, you ignored his calls and haven’t thought about him since. Well, at least the first part is true.

“The one and only.”

You sigh, head lulling to Gareth twirling a drumstick between his fingers.

“Just keep it down. Please?”

“Nah, don’t think we will. Thanks for the offer, though,” Eddie says, winking at you, “take care, sweets.”

Gareth perks up, brows furrowed watching his lead guitar and his old babysitter interact.

“Wait, how do you know (Y/n)?”

“We used to fuck—”

“Don’t be vulgar,” you huff, “Gareth, please keep your little goons quiet, or I’ll—”

“Or you’ll what?” Eddie says, shifting his ring-clad and roughed up fingers through a couple chords along the neck of his warlock, grinning when you glance down at them.

Gareth rolls his eyes, slumping back on the stool of his drum set. “Man, just—”

“No, I wanna know what snobby over here has to say.”

“Quit screwing around, Munson, I’m serious,” you huff, arms crossed over your chest when he saunters closer, smelling like sweat and cigarettes and something vanilla under all that.

“Oh, ‘cause your bootlicker daddy’s just a phone call away. Isn’t that right, dear?”

“You don’t scare me.”

“I know,” his tongue swipes at his lower lip. “You’re pretty cute when you’re determined.”

You squint at him, but when he pivots and shreds something metal and hard on his strings, you scoff. And his mistake was looking away. Not that it was easy, he’s definitely missed your face, just not your newly entitled college whining and the attitude all those frat boys earned you. Your fingers coil into the plug of his amp, yanking it from the wall with a screech like nails on a chalkboard. He flinches.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I told you to keep it down,” you say, “clearly, your listening skills haven’t improved much. All that heavy metal probably isn’t helping—”

“Sonuva—why don’t you just run along home? We’re not bothering you.”

“As a matter of fact, you are!”

“And what are you gonna do about it?”

He leans his guitar on its stand, clearing his throat and cracking his knuckles, but it does nothing to deter you from your spot toeing the carpet laid out on Gareth’s garage floor. And backlit like this, Eddie would’ve called you beautiful way back when, haloed in soft sunlight and running your mouth. Way back when, he would’ve shut you up in ways that would make you flustered at the mere thought now. You click your tongue, and he snaps out of it with a frown.

“You know, our HOA takes noise complaints very seriously”—Gareth scratches his head and pales when Eddie glares back at him—“they’ll have your KISS-wannabe asses on surveillance for months. But you can always take rehearsal to the trailer park… isn’t that right, dear?”

Eddie grumbles, “What do you want?”

“Tickets.”

And you’re dead serious. Hip cocked, sinister grin, fist tight around the shaft of the amp’s cord. Eddie knows you’re not playing, and you’re even hotter for it.

“Tickets?”

“Yeah. Pit tickets. For life.”

He barks out a laugh, his heavy boots thumping closer, chains clinking against his heel when he stops and tilts his head at you.

“That all?”

“No,” you huff, “I need a favor.”

“I’m listening.”

He can tell you’re holding your breath, eyeing the tattoo just below the hem of his sleeve and how it billows at the cock of his wrist. It’s new. Wasn’t there the last time you saw him. Or you missed the small trail of bats while tracing your fingertips over his soft skin, though you doubt it.

“My dad’s cousin is getting hitched in Decatur, and I have to go. Only I know everyone’s gonna pester me about my love life, and it’ll be a big deal if I show up alone.”

Eddie chuckles.

“Lemme get this straight: you want me to play boyfriend… for your family’s sake?”

“Yeah,” you mumble, “you up for it?”

He shrugs. “Depends.”

“On?”

“I’m driving us there.”

“In my car.”

“Deal,” he says, “I pick the music. And I’m not wearing a tie.”

“Fine. And you don’t have to.”

“Alright.”

“Anything else?”

“Yeah, one last thing” he huffs with a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, “I get to take you home afterwards—”

“Eddie…”

“Just listen, sweetheart,” he whispers, “I promise I’ll be a perfect gentleman. Won’t even make you scream—”

“Eddie—”

“Kidding, kidding… You’ll definitely be screaming—ouch!”

You flick his shoulder, and he rubs the sore spot with a smiley laugh.

“Fine, I won’t touch you. But I want you to stay the night.” What he doesn’t say is how horrible he feels for running you out. Because he has gotten better. You gave him a year, and it softened him, let him mold into the shape you left. Made him sleep on the right side of the bed and leave coffee out for Uncle Wayne and get his hair trimmed to keep it soft. Because it’s what you always told him to do, but he never got it until you went back to school that fall.

“Okay,” you coo, nodding and spinning on your heel. But you can’t make it out of the garage once his warm fingers hold your wrist like a bracelet, and his brown eyes dance with flares and static like always.

“Ah, ah, before you leave”—he turns his head with a grin and taps his cheek. For old time’s sake, you bite back a smile at the smoky renaissance of each time he’d beg for a kiss before hopping out of your window in the dead of night. He wears the same cologne, hugged by the same leather, but his hair is longer. It frames his face in loose and frizzy waves, and he’s just as charming as he was his first senior year when you were still friends with a pinch of something closer.

You lean in, pushing his hair behind his ear and pecking the soft dimple of his cheek before quickly pulling away when he glances at you.

“I’ve missed you, bug.”

masterlist

#eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #x reader #x gn!reader #fluff #stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #*

[graciereadshannigram]

Hannigram recs s’il te plaît- (I prefer fluff lol but anything works!)

Thank you for the boops (Your favor will be returned in large quantities)

ahhhh! currently kicking my feet, giggling, twirling my hair, etc. over this ask!! the boops (given and received) were my honor <3

but okay *whips out the fic spreadsheet* these recs are gonna be a little all over the place and i'm fairly certain all of them are rated Explicit, so i'm sorry if that's not your thing!

If you're looking for a quicker (ish) read:

Kindling by gleamingandwholeanddeadly (something_safe) Word Count: 10,281 Summary: “You should take a date to your fundraiser." “Yes, perhaps you’re right. It would be improper to invite someone under false pretence, mind, and for my patient to understand, the evidence would need to be… compelling.” “Perhaps an ex-girlfriend,” Will says, unsure why the thought makes him feel flat and remote. “That would be incredibly inappropriate.” “A friend then. Someone you can explain the problem to. You could take-” “You,” Hannibal interjects. The words belly-flop into silence. Will’s mouth opens, and then closes, and then opens again. When Franklyn's advances of friendship become too much for even Hannibal to politely ignore, he enlists Will's help. Nothing For It... by phenobarbital Word Count: 10,281 Summary: ...not thinking to consult Hannibal on the matter, Will went ahead with venting his anger and he thudded the headboard against the wall again, before pressing his lips together and letting out a loud humming moan, which he trailed off into an ‘aaah’ sound as he parted his lips. He didn’t even glance behind him, totally missing the startled and intrigued look on Hannibal’s face as he made another humming moan and thudded the headboard lightly again.

if you're looking for medium (ish) reads:

The Good Cannibal by MrGnome Word Count: 42,219 Summary: Hannibal Lecter is accidentally placed into the Good Place (heaven) instead of the Bad Place (hell) due to a filing error. Alongside his supposed soulmate, Will Graham, they have to lie so that he isn't found out by the Architect of the neighborhood: Frederick Chilton, so that he can stay in the Good Place. d A Broken Cup by GhostIsReading Word Count: 47,135 Summary: Dr Hannibal Lecter, Chesapeake Ripper and Serial Killer owned a Bentley. Used said Bentley to cart around the bodies of his victims and had thus far been uncaught. Of course that is if you didn't count Will Graham, profiler and FBI Criminal Psychology Professor, discovering him when he was hiding a corpse of his own.

if you're looking for something to dig into and really spend some time:

I Didn't Know It Could Be Like This (orphaned on ao3) Word Count: 66,376 Summary: Will and Hannibal make their way to Hannibal's safe house in New Hampshire a couple days after their plunge off the cliff and plot their next move, Will coming to terms with the fact that he is committed to it this time. If The World Burned To Ash, Still We Would Remain (orphaned on ao3) Word Count: 115,395 Summary: Hannibal and Will leave the safe house in New Hampshire and sail to the Côte d’Ivoire. Navigating the combination of their mutual dark appetites, can they avoid mutually assured destruction? Is everything aligned perfectly for once? Part 2 of a series. Not absolutely necessary to read the first part, but it does of course help with character development and understanding the established relationship.

hope there's something here you like!! xoxoxoxo

#hannigram #hannigram recs #hannigram fics #gracie reads hannigram

[101flavoursofweird]

Save the Date

((Some Janice/Melina fluff I whipped up for PL W|W Day… This is set in the same universe as my Melina Lives fic, Infinity. Linked if you want to read that.))

Set: AU, after Melina survives her illness

Spoilers: For Eternal Diva

Warnings: None, really? ‘Doctor Foster’ and Mr Whistler may not be described in the best light?

-

“Should I send this to Professor Layton’s home address or to his office at Gressenheller?”

“Uhm…” Bewildered, Janice looked up from the sea of white invitations and envelopes on their table. “What?”

“The Professor’s invite,” Melina chirped. Leaning back against the kitchen counter, she twirled her pen in her fingers like a compass point. “Where should I send it to?”

“Why would we need to send him an invite?”

Not that there was anything wrong with Professor Layton— Janice would rather see him there than her would-be father-in-law, honestly!— but she and Melina had agreed it would be a low-key event, limited to family and close friends only.

They didn’t want to draw too much attention to themselves after Melina’s ‘miraculous’ recovery and their escape from the island of Ambrosia…

“Because he’s your favourite Professor and you’re ever so fond of him,” Melina chuckled.

Janice gave her a flat look. “I thought we had established that I’m a lesbian—“ 

“I know! I know…” Melina sighed. “Really, I just want to meet him. You’re always going on about how amazing he is, and—“ Melina shrugged, quickly adding— “maybe I want to talk to him about the island—“

“We’ve talked about this,” Janice reminded her sternly. She stuffed another invite inside an envelope and sealed it away. (If only she could do the same for Ambrosia!). “We don’t want anything more to do with the island…”

Her gaze skittered to their apartment window— as if a certain doctor might be listening to them outside

Melina huffed. “I don’t want us to be involved…” She pointed her pen in Janice’s direction. “But, I think we should at least tell someone. Professor Layton is an archaeologist! If anyone has the expertise and the… the authority to save Ambrosia, it should be him!”

“He’s an arc-hae-ologist,” Janice pronounced. “Not a police officer—“

“Even better!” Melina grinned. “It would look suspicious if we invited a police officer to our wedding, but not your dear old Professor. Then, if he does decide to investigate, he’ll keep it under wraps and he’ll keep us informed.”

Janice hummed. “Sounds like you’ve put a lot of thought into this… Since when did you care so much about the island and your… ancestor?”

Apparently, when she was younger, Melina had adored the tale of the Eternal Kingdom, but she had shown little interest in the Ambrosia itself or in archaeology. (She had pretended to fall asleep whenever Janice was studying for her course, anyway…)

And Melina hadn’t lost any sleep over being the possible relation/reincarnation of the Ambrosian queen. 

Melina’s smile dropped into a frown. “Really, I don’t! I just think… someone should… monitor Doctor Foster—“

“After he practically held us captive on the island for months?” Janice muttered.

Melina nodded. 

Janice conceded, “Maybe… maybe you’ve got the right idea…”

What if Doctor Foster ever struck again? How could Janice and Melina live contently and freely, with the doctor’s threats looming over their heads? Even if they held their tongues, he could come back to hurt them, or he could target another desperate family…

“Right!” Melina said resolutely. “So, let’s see what Professor Layton has to say at our wedding!”

Janice felt a blush blooming across her face. “I wonder what he’ll make of it… and of us?”

As much as the Professor had supported Janice’s decision to leave Gressenheller due to her friend’s failing health, what would he think when Janice walked down the aisle to meet her friend?

Janice glanced up as Melina walked across the kitchen. She rested her hands on Janice’s shoulders.

“I’m sure he’ll be very happy for us,” Melina reassured her with a smile.

Janice smiled in return when Melina pecked her on the lips. 

#professor layton #janice quatlane #Melina Whistler #whistlane #Janice/Melina #Jalina #Eternal Diva #pl au #My fics #my writing #pl wlw day #This really is just pointless fluff #One day I’ll write the actual wedding #Janice is a lesbian and Melina might be bi #PL W|W Day #PLW|WDay #I think sometimes I need to stop worrying about how *good* something might be and just write #Just get it out there

[ashiemochi]

pussidon - ACT II | ix

✠ Pussidon ↳ sounds like trouble ↳↳ can we eat it?

➶ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ➶ genre: fluff, angst, gore, smut/suggestive themes ➶ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

prev -> next

“Oh, what does this crank do?” Helena came to a stop at a closed gate on the opposite side of Leon and So Ah.

And So Ah instantly whipped her head around, recalling shooting the zombie controlling the spears.

“STEP AWAY FROM IT.”

✠

“Leon, did you find the crank?!” Helena called out for him, seeing him moving bones around in the caskets. 

“Not yet!” Leon answered and So Ah tilted her head at the distant zombies under the twirling blades, throwing acidic vomit at them. The couple were at a safe distance and she blinked at the sight of one of them holding onto the crank. 

“Leon, look,” She nudged him, getting his attention then she pointed to the crank. 

Leon stared blankly at it before sharing a look with her.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

✠

“Okay, I got it!” So Ah exclaimed, keeping her body low with the crank in her hand. 

“Good work! Now, hurry back before more would come.”

The zombie wasn’t asleep apparently, jolting up when she just stood. It scared her so bad that she whacked it with the crank, sending the zombie straight into the blades. 

“Shit! Sorry!”

Leon gave her an incredulous look and Helena shouted from her spot, just as in disbelief. 

“Did she just apologize to it?!”

✠

“Okay,” Leon started, manning the lever on one side and Helena on the other, “On the count of three.”

Helena nodded firmly as So Ah narrowed her eyes at him, standing in front of the door, “Why do I feel like you’re lyin–”

“Three!”

No, seriously. There are numbers before three, right?

Oh, and the floor beneath them opened up, sending them all falling down.

✠

Running through the spacious cave system and jumping over the edges was something So Ah didn’t expect she’d add to her list of life experiences. Not the ones called ‘happy moments’ but the ‘oh fuck, oh shit, fuck this SHIT’ list.

You know, the only logical way to think about this. 

Yet, she was right ahead, understandably excited to get out of this hole. She glanced over her shoulder once she jumped over the edge to the other path, seeing Leon and Helena following closely. There wasn’t anything between them, So Ah sensed, especially when Leon promised Helena that Simmons will get paid for what he did to her sister. 

Helena’s whole heart and eyes were set on killing Simmons and it made So Ah frown, turning her eyes ahead and to the ground. She seriously needed to apologize. 

✠✠

Three bullets and the zombie was down way before it got to jump down on them. Leon hastily reloaded his gun, trailing his eyes up to his fiancee. So Ah was silently killing the distant creatures with her sniper to make it easier for them to pass through. Helena was nearby, aiming at the ones strapped with dynamite to trigger the explosion. 

Leon wasn’t an idiot – he could tell something happened between them. So Ah didn’t tell him much but she said enough. He knew she was planning on easing up the tension when they are in a safer spot. 

So Ah lowered her sniper, slinging it to rest against her back and took out the Matilda. It’s been a while since Leon had admired her, being interrupted by death looming in every corner and Helena. 

Really, it’s always Helena and her bad timing. 

Leon was beginning to crave her attention lately, craving her soft plump lips on his. They always tasted like cherries – something he complimented years before and now that’s all he tastes whenever he kisses her. They used to taste like vanilla or a faint strawberry – but now, it’s cherries. Mix that with the little sugars of the cinnamon bun lingering on her lips; Leon wouldn’t be able to stop kissing her. 

Since he met her, So Ah hadn’t changed much. Her shy self would still show up every now and then, her touches were still as soft along with her voice and choice of words. Physically, due to her training, she had gained some muscle but she somehow was able to look just as soft. After a long day, Leon would find her laying on the bed with her phone and silently, crawl towards her just to rest his head on her stomach. 

“Tough day, pumpkin?”

“Mhm… Missed you…”

Then her petite fingers would ever so gently brush his head, running her fingertips against his roots to ease up a long sigh from him, relaxing completely under her care. 

“I missed you too.”

Jesus Christ, Leon needed to focus – especially since she was beginning to walk down a wooden bridge. He could see she was muttering under her breath as if annoyed then proceeded to brush her side bangs out of her face. 

Right, Leon stifled a chuckle with a gentle smile, she forgot to get a hair tie. 

“Oh, fuck! SHIT!” Her yelp snapped him back to action mode, finding her holding onto the ropes whilst down on her knees.

The big giant zombie, which So Ah wanted to go for fatso but settled with whopper, was running sluggishly down the opposite side of the bridge, shaking the whole thing. 

“So Ah!” Leon called out as Helena rushed to usher his buttercup out, using his assault rifle to shoot at its legs, “Sorry, but you’re past the weight limit!”

Leon kept his attention on the whopper but his sharp azures would snap to the two women occasionally. So Ah was a clumsy kind of girl and Leon was well aware of that. It was one of her flaws that he adored – but right now, he wished she could get a hair clip or something for those bangs.

“Give me your hand!” Helena reached out for her, the other hand gripping the pillar next to her and a pair of cinnamons snapped to her, surprised. She turned around, shakingly due to the unstable bridge and reached for her hand. 

Leon lowered his gun once the whopper wailed, dropping onto its knees and he shouted out to Helena and So Ah, “Now’s your chance!”

But the whopper, surprisingly, had a few living brain cells to spare. It let out a yell, pushing itself onto its chubby feet and shook the bridge once more, making So Ah tumble down onto her chest, groaning.

“Ugh, the disco pang was more fun than this.” 

So Ah’s ears perked up at the muffled giggle coming from Helena and she immediately grabbed onto her hand. 

“I can see why Leon chose you,” Helena said with a faint smile, latching onto her arm, fingers clasping around her wrist. She practically dragged her to the safer side, the other hand coming to her arm. 

Leon dug a few more bullets into its legs to bring it down once again. 

So Ah breathed out a sigh of relief once she was on the rocky ground and Leon jogged up to them, kneeling down next to his future wife.

“Are you okay?” Leon asked her and she nodded, blinking a few times. 

“Yeah…” So Ah answered, seemingly recalling something before she looked up at Helena with a grateful glint in her eyes as a strand of her bangs curtained them, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Oh, and I’ve got something for your hair,” Helena smiled before digging into her pocket, pulling out a simple black hair tie. 

The whopper wailed once again, getting up as well as getting their attention. 

Welp, in Minji’s words, no rest for the weary. 

✠

“So Ah, look what I found!”

And like a bunny, So Ah’s head poked out from behind her sniper, wide eyes looking over at Leon. Then they connected at the incendiary grenade in his hand. Leon couldn’t help but chuckle, pink tinting the tips of his ears at the stars appearing in her eyes. 

Those same cinnamons her long bangs weren’t hiding anymore, tied up like a stem of an apple. Few scattered strands did fall to frame her face, but it made it easier for her to see. She looked utterly adorable to him – similar to the fourth time he saw her. 

Leon really needed to bring up her obsession with fire stuff to her, but she was using them so well so that should count for something. Leon noticed she still hadn’t used the remote bomb he had given to her hours before, finding it tucked safely into the back of her belt. 

Then a toothy grin appeared on her soft coloured lips, standing up to take it from him but Helena’s voice came through their earpiece. 

“I know I’m not with you two right now but can you maybe put your romance on hold and actually help me take out this thing?!” Helena exclaimed, shooting at the whopper from her side. 

Right, Leon did boost her to the other side so she’d lower the bridge. 

Leon smiled at So Ah’s blush deepening, fingertips brushing against his skin when she took the grenade. Softly, she planted a quick kiss on his cheek as a quiet thank you before hastily attaching her new bomb to her belt and retrieving her sniper. 

Leon let her do her job, huffing lightly to himself at her effect on him as he took out his handgun to take care of the skeletal zombies jumping down to their piece of land. 

She was giving him a reason to keep going.

✠

Running sucks in her heels… Swimming on the other hand…

Sucked even more. 

Gasping for air, So Ah poked her head up, panting. Seconds after she did, Leon and Helena joined her. The small space acted as an air bubble, giving them a chance to catch their breath before they can proceed. She gulped heavily, her legs and chest beginning to burn at the not-so-fun scuba diving but without the scuba gear. 

“This sucks.” So Ah breathed out, pushing away her wet strands out of her face. 

“You can say that again…” Leon exhaled, his hand coming up to hold onto the rock barely separating the three of them and Helena just looked sick to her stomach. 

Something about killing Simmons for making them go through this. 

“How long do we have to keep doing this?” So Ah asked, trying to plan out the underground water channel in her head as so far, they’ve been swimming for five minutes and avoiding those annoying ass zombies pretending to be deaddead again. 

They sucked dick at acting. 

“There has to be a way out…” Helena swallowed, blinking her eyes at the stinging sensation and Leon shook his head. 

“Not my lucky day…” 

It was quiet for a while, taking their time to gather up some air as they didn’t know when would the next air break be. An eerie sensation shivered up So Ah’s spine and her furrowed brows met Leon’s who shared the same look. 

Helena was suddenly yanked down, letting out a cry of surprise before her head was dragged underwater. 

“Helena!” So Ah gasped, her hand instantly finding her arm only to be dragged with her and Leon shouted out their names before quickly diving towards them.

Well. Fuck.

So Ah couldn’t see underwater for shit, but with her other hand gripping onto a rough bone and the other holding onto an equally rough skin, she knew it was that big sea monster that’s been lingering around for a while. 

Through a blurred vision, she could see Helena was half into its mouth, struggling to keep its jaw open and sharp teeth away from her body. A hand brushed against her ankle and she turned her head to see Leon was holding on for dear life at the sharp fins, eyes showing nothing but alertness. 

So Ah quickly pushed herself forward with the help of the fins, kicking her legs till she was close enough. Her body pressed against the top of its head, giving Helena a quick nod then raised her fist. She punched its eye in, making it roar in pain and that gave Helena the chance to push herself out of its mouth, then her eyes shone at the sight of something stuck in its mouth. 

So Ah could’ve gasped when the fucker did a barrel roll and her hands ended up slipping, but alas, she was underwater. One thing she didn’t get tested for was if the virus would save her from being drowned. Leon instantly grabbed onto her wrist, little bubbles escaping through his pursed lips at the speed of the monster. He brought her close to the nearby fins, making sure she was holding on well then he proceeded to help Helena out. 

So Ah furrowed her brows, arms beginning to burn at the unwanted exercise, and climbed the back as if climbing a wall. Whoever taught this monster doggy tricks such as barrel rolls and swaying side to side needs to be kicked in the shin. Another roar from the monster alerted her, hanging on tighter. Helena must’ve done something to hurt it. 

Good. 

So Ah caught a glimpse of Helena nearly slipping when she got out of its mouth and she grabbed onto her arm, keeping her close. Helena gave her a look of gratitude but it didn’t last long. Letting out a bellow, the monster leapt through an open entrance, scattering the agents. 

So Ah and Helena coughed heavily, having landed on a piece of land connected to others via wooden bridges. Leon, not having a lucky day apparently, was still in the body of water. The fear in So Ah made her quickly recover, stumbling as she stood up and ran to the bridge, training her eyes on her fiance. 

“Leon! Are you okay?!” She called out as Leon shook his head, rubbing his eyes with his fingers in irritation. 

“Yeah; not how I pictured us going scuba diving.” Leon answered and she giggled, glancing over at Helena recovering. 

“Sorry to interrupt,” Helena exhaled, “But that thing’s still around here.”

“Almost forgot,” Leon chimed sarcastically, scanning the wide cave for any land to swim to, “I’ll find a place to climb up.”

And just like that, So Ah and Helena were left alone to try and meet Leon on the other side. So Ah was quiet – which to Helena was usual – but the girl knew she needed to apologize. What she said back in the cave was uncalled for, allowing her anger towards herself to take over her words. Besides, now that she was stuck with them till the end of this, she should apologize now or never. 

They were partners now – whether she likes it or not. 

“Uhm, Helena,” So Ah’s voice was timid as she spoke, fingers tightening their hold around her Matilda. 

Helena looked at her over her shoulder then ahead, “Yeah?”

Both of them were making their way through the cobblestone hall, heading to the other bridge.

“I want to apologize for what I said back there… With your sister,” So Ah muttered, trying to keep up the fast pace before they slowed down when they got to the bridge, feeling it wobble subtly underneath them. Helena looked at her, silently.

“Guys, can you do something about these bars?!” Leon panted, having reached a closed gate and So Ah aimed her gun at the mirror above it, similar to the one back in the cathedral. It began sliding open and she took this chance to avoid Helena’s chocolate eyes in shame.

“I was being a bitch to you because I was… Well,” So Ah barely shrugged with a guilty smile, “Jealous. About how Leon was treating you and you know – how you were with your sister. It made me think of my sister and how I’ve hurt her. And it wasn’t fair of me, I know…” 

Once the gates were fully open, Leon swam through and So Ah lowered her gun, finally looking up at Helena like how she would look at her own sister – Minji. Her eyes were glistening in regret, deeply wishing she could go back in time and erase that moment from happening. 

“Helena, I’m s–”

A loud roar followed by a splash shook the cave when the monster showed up. Helena was quick to switch to her shotgun as she yelled out for Leon, “Leon, it’s coming!”

“I can see that!” Leon yelled back, hurrying up his arms and legs to swim faster. 

With three shots, the monster bellowed and sunk back into the water. So Ah and Helena shared a knowing look, convinced that that wasn’t the last of it and hurried to get to the exit at the end. Quickly, they ran down the rest of the bridge and onto the other. 

So Ah looked irritated for being interrupted, something that’s becoming too occasional for her liking, when she opened her mouth, sighing, a frown curling her lips downwards, “What I was trying to say is that I’m sorry.”

Helena spared her an unreadable but light-hearted glance before huffing as if exasperated, “Yeah. You were a bitch.”

So Ah giggled slightly, nodding as she kept her eyes down at Leon’s swimming form, “Yeah…”

“But I get it…” Helena continued with a frown of her own, “You wanted to protect your sister from all of this and –”

“So Ah! Helena! I need some back-up!” 

Helena scoffed, glaring at the big shark zombie with her shotgun aimed at him and shot him numerous times, “Would you quit it for a second?! We’re having a moment here!” 

Just like before, another snarl, another sinking. 

“God, can’t get a single moment of peace around here…” Helena muttered, receiving a stifled chuckle from the Han girl. 

Both girls looked at each other and laughed. Leon stopped for a moment, looking up with furrowed brows at them just laughing and an incredulous chuckle came from him; they must be getting along. 

About time. 

“What I was saying,” Helena chuckled, a smile reaching her eyes as they jogged down the bridge to the ladder that led down to the exit, “I forgive you.”

So Ah smiled widely, relief evident in her eyes as they stopped at the ladder and she whispered, “Thank you.”

“I do have a question though,” Helena said then jumped down and So Ah followed right after.

“What?”

Helena then gave So Ah a look of disbelief, “Did you really believe Leon was interested in me?” 

So Ah giggled guiltily, nervous as she rubbed the back of her neck, glancing at Leon getting nearer, “Can’t blame me when every woman he saves somehow falls in love with him. I mean, have you seen him?”

Helena hummed, folding her arms against her chest then ticked her head to the side with a thoughtful look; Leon was pretty helpful in saving her ass. At least he was doing his job.

“Yeah… But if I were to be saved by him and his fiancee, I’d much rather feel something for his woman.”

So Ah nodded, huffing, “Yeah…” Then her eyes bulged open, looking at Helena in shock at her little ‘coming out’ moment, cheeks heating up in an instant, “WHAT?”

“Shit!” Leon’s cuss interrupted them when a zombie snarled at him, trying to latch its teeth onto his beautiful neck and as if things couldn't get worse, the failed Nemo cast returned. 

“We’re not talking about this again, are we?” So Ah hurriedly asked, taking out her sniper to take care of the big fishy and Helena chuckled, throwing her a quick coy smile.

“Nope.” Helena helped Leon take down the zombie as So Ah, with precision, shot the glowing yellow tongue in the monster’s open mouth. It was similar to those crystals Deborah had. 

The monster sunk down after roaring in pain and Leon finally got to shore, panting heavily. So Ah left her sniper to hang by its straps and held onto his hand, helping him up. His head tipped forward onto her shoulder, arms sagging as he panted. 

“Scratch that,” Leon’s hot breath warmed up her neck, heating up her ears at his raspy voice, “I don’t wanna go swimming for the next five years.”

So Ah giggled, hand coming up to massage the ache at the back of his neck, earning a low moan from him, “What about our scuba diving plans?”

“Yeah,” Leon let out a tired chuckle before he straightened up when he got his much-needed attention from her along with the energy boost, “Maybe in a safer place… What were you both giggling about?”

Helena and So Ah looked at each other then laughed a little, Helena shaking her head as she headed to the broken door, “Just girly stuff.”

Leon raised a questioning brow at his fiancee who only gave him an innocent smile then he huffed and went to the door, “Okay.”

They both began moving the door aside and Helena gestured for So Ah to squeeze in first, “Come on! I have a feeling that thing isn’t done with us yet.”

So Ah gave a firm nod, going through the slip they made then Helena followed.

Surprise surprise, bootleg Jaws creation returned but this time, it launched itself at them, emitting yelps and grunts as it pushed them through and actually broke the concrete walls too; a little ‘take me with you!’

Time to take care of this guy once and for all.

✠

So Ah hated sliding backwards, especially when they were facing the giant sea monster stepping towards them with its fucking feet fins (?!). She didn’t know where the water was taking them to, but she hoped it’d be out of this place once and for all.

Her back burned at this unasked waterslide of death as she kept shooting at the glowy tongue. Her eyes snapped up at the barrels heading close to the monster, something that’s been happening for a while. She didn’t have a clue where they were coming from but she wasn’t going to complain. 

“Leon!”

“I know!” Leon gave her a knowing look, “On my count! One –”

No.

“Three!” So Ah exclaimed, sniping one of the barrels and setting the place ablaze. 

They covered their faces to protect them from the mushy debris of the now-dead monster and Leon looked at her incredulously. 

“To be fair, you don’t know your numbers.” So Ah said and Helena chuckled next to her, laughing at Leon’s face. 

Leon furrowed his brows at Helena. 

Helena avoided his eyes, clearly stifling her laughter. 

Their sliding was cut short when they were now falling down the waterfall. Something triggered inside of So Ah, sending her body to lock up at the traumatic feeling and she vaguely felt she was going to land on something big and furry. 

Instead, she landed deep into the lake. Her body ached at this, mind practically wincing at the unwanted memory as her arms and legs moved to bring her up for oxygen. Screams of poor George rung her ears as her eyes burned; she didn’t know if she wanted to cry or if it was the reaction due to having them open underwater. 

No time to waste. 

So Ah gasped for air, arms flaying a little in front of her, eyes blinking rapidly to clear up her vision. Leon held her arm and tugged her to him where he was hanging onto a wooden log. She threw her arms over it, panting heavily as she let her heavy head rest on it. 

“Yep… No scuba diving…” So Ah gulped heavily, getting Leon’s attention, “Got it…”

Leon chuckled subtly at her then a bright yellow light illuminated the sky, catching their eyes. Helena gasped softly at the burnt orange mushroom smoke. Leon stared with an apprehensive look, frustration in his blues before calling out their names. 

“C’mon.”

They swam to shore, So Ah being a little behind but Leon immediately grabbed her arm and gently lifted her up and out of the water. Helena shook her hands to get rid of the excess water, glaring at the explosion. 

“He’s sterilizing the area…” So Ah muttered, heart hurting over the two women they left behind in that cathedral and all the other survivors that were hiding in town.

“And destroying the evidence…” Leon completed, earning a frown from Helena

“How could he…?” Helena whispered in shock. 

A device ringing got their attention, sending them to answer it via earpiece and Hunnigan’s voice came in relief. 

“Thank God, you three are still alive.”

“Where’s Simmons?” Leon asked immediately, voice heavy with anger and concern.

“After speaking with you, he left…” Hunnigan answered, “In a hurry.”

“Shit…” Leon cursed.

Helena asked, her two fingers still pressed against her earpiece as if pushing the operator’s voice into her head, “Where did he go?”

“As he was leaving, he was talking to someone on the phone.” Hunnigan replied, seemingly quietly as if she was hiding, “He didn’t sound too happy.”

“Please tell me you’re tracking him or something.” So Ah said, earning a light-hearted huff from her. 

“You know me too well. I’ve got a tail on him – he’s on his way to the airport right now where his private jet is preparing to leave for China.” Hunnigan said and Leon furrowed her brows deeply at this, head tilting in confusion. 

“China?” He repeated. 

“Yes – take a look at these.” 

With that cue, So Ah’s device dinged and she took it out, allowing Leon and Helena to come around her. Pictures after pictures showed destruction and, obviously, blazing flames. Some zombies were holding onto rifles and guns. She hoped they weren’t the ones they’d have to deal with. 

Especially the ones cocooned. 

“What happened?” Helena asked, shocked.

“Another bioterrorism attack.” Hunnigan answered apprehensively, “The BSAA confirmed it was the same one used in Eastern Europe six months ago called the ‘C-Virus’.”

“C-Virus…” Leon muttered and So Ah looked at Helena then up at Leon.

“We saw cocoons just like that here.”

So Ah shut her device when Leon turned around, bringing his two fingers up to his earpiece, demanding, “We need to stop Simmons and take him into custody right away.”

“We have no evidence, and right now you three are on the top of their list of suspects.” Hunnigan answered.

So Ah grumbled under her breath, “I still don’t get how I’m associated with Adam’s death…” 

Helena rolled her eyes, “Simmons doesn’t want witnesses… What a bastard…”

Leon turned to face the girls, seeing how understandably antsy they were. His gears were turning at maximum speed, his azures picking up on So Ah’s uneasiness and Helena’s grief. His fiancee had her hair brought forward over her shoulder, wringing it from the water, eyes distant and tired. 

They connected with his, sensing he was asking something. She blinked at him, tilting her head to indicate that she was in fact paying attention to him; she was going wherever he was going. 

“Listen, Hunnigan,” Leon walked up to them, eyes on the ground as he spoke lowly, “I need you to fake our deaths, can you do that?”

Okay, not the plan I was expecting.

“What?” Helena asked, confused.

Good thing I’m not the only one puzzled by this.

“Of course,” Hunnigan said, clearly worried, “But they’ll figure it out eventually… What are you going to do?”

It took Leon a moment and a light touch of his fiancee’s hand to bring him back to Earth, staring at the distant fire.

“We’re going to China.”

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