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yunarim · 4 months

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— LITTLE CAPRICIOUS CHRISTMAS | CHENYA X READER

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ summary : rsa and nrc are having conjoint christmas party within nrc walls. your crush, chenya, is also here to help you with decorations. everything's going smoothly until you both find a mistletoe — now this is where the chaos unfolds.

— characters : chenya x gn!reader, ace, deuce, grim

⌞tags⌝ : gn reader, pure fluff, everyone being a little silly

— w.c. : 2.8k

.ᐟ this is my christmas gift for a dear friend! hope you enjoy this silly thing i wrote literally at 5 am LMAO (local joke to add: a)

Your first Christmas within NRC walls appeared to be surely promising, leaving you in small splashes of genuine excitement. Knowing your friends’ reactions, you were ready for silly commentary on your sweet anticipation of the upcoming holiday (Ace’s capricious eye-rolling at you smiling widely after Crowley’s announcement that the Christmas this year is about to be huge — made you dismiss your friend’s oh-so-annoyed smile).

Still, you couldn’t even imagine that Crowley would suggest what he mentioned to be ‘joining forces with RSA’. You always found those little annoyed ‘ugh’s from NRC students when RSA was mentioned rather funny, not really caring about that entertaining confrontation between two schools. You genuinely enjoyed RSA students’ company, although not exactly noticing yourself that one particular person has been especially interesting to you.

Now that was very funny to your friends, your gentle oblivion and bunch of ‘What do you mean I’ve been staring at Riddle’s childhood friend with the name no one can pronounce?’. Not to mention you could pronounce his full name absolutely fluently.

Crowley said that the Christmas itself will be held in NRC, although RSA is coming to help with decorating. Not only that, Neige and Vil will perform on stage, which instantly caught Azul’s attention, inspiring Octavinelle students to start making preparations already — you could literally see numbers flashing behind Azul’s eyes.

RSA will be arriving today beforehand, but it was already quite lively around NRC with students making preparations already. You weren’t the exception, and now, following Ace and Deuce, you were carrying a huge box of Christmas decorations.

“It’s so nice to see someone being so excited for Christmas,” Deuce said, carrying two boxes in his hands, which appeared quite impressive to you, who barely managed to carry one, with decorations almost falling out. “I mean, refreshing even.”

“Are you referring to me?” You asked, the box popping in your unstable hold “I always loved Christmas back in my world. Imagine my reaction when I realized that it’s a thing here, too!”

“Refreshing, huh?” Ace replied, box with lights in his hands.

“Yuu’s reaction is certainly nicer,” you couldn’t see Deuce’s cheeky smile, but you knew it was there, spreading in his face.

“Ha! I just don’t get it — why spend Christmas with RSA? Have you seen their decorations? Who’d want teddy bears under their Christmas tree?”

“Teddy bears are cute,” you giggle, amused by Ace’s annoyance towards RSA, knowing he doesn’t really mean all the things he’s saying.

“Now say you’d want mistletoe to kiss under and we’ll call it a day.”

“H-huh?”

You startled, stumbling on your feet, and were ready to pretty much kiss the floor at this point, ruining the box with decorations you were carrying, but it never happened.

You feel a firm grip on your shoulders, preventing you from a not so graceful fall, and glance towards what - or rather who - helped you, catching familiar glimpses of pink and purple.

“Why hello, nya!~”

The smile on your face was quick to appear.

“Chenya-san!” You exclaimed, bowing slightly as you regained your position, ignoring little sighs from your friends. “Hello! When did you arrive?”

“Just nyaw,” he carefully took the box from your hands, and you could finally see what was happening around. “Where do we put this?”

“Ah, you shouldn’t have to!—“ Chenya only hummed at your reaction with amusement, so you allowed him to continue carrying your box. “Music club room.”

“Got it.”

You watched Chenya’s ears twitching every time you glanced at him, finding it adorable. Adorable to an extent you almost forgot that Ace and Deuce were also present, until Ace spoke.

“Alright, see ya later.”

“Oh?” You turned around and spotted Ace and Deuce stopping before another class. “Ah, yes. See you guys!”

You heard them discussing if you’ll manage to concentrate on decorating at all, but you preferred ignoring their little assumptions, and were quickly to return all of your attention to Chenya.

You opened the door to the music room, surprisingly not finding Kalim, Cater or Lilia there, and pointed where your new companion could place the box.

“Chenya-san, were you on your way to checking out Riddle and Trey? I must have startled you.”

“While I really was, they could wait~” He smiled, sending an unknown emotion to your heart. “Besides, it seems you need my help more than them, hm?~”

“Don’t worry, I can manage!” You smiled in response, but Chenya only started pulling decorations out of the box.

“I’ll help, nya. That’s why we arrived here in the first place, after all.” He took a garland and turned to you, jumping on the windowsill like it wasn’t a big deal. “So, chief, what would be the instructions? Where should I put it, nya?”

You giggled, certainly appreciating his help, and took a look at the room, pointing at the place where he can put the garland.

You took a Christmas tree decoration, placed it on the lower branch of the tree in the room, and the rest of the decorating process was pretty much relaxing, remaining in comfortable silence.

Occasionally you couldn’t help but throw your glance at Chenya. His figure almost floated when he jumped in the windowsills, reaching out for the ceiling to put something there. If you were a little bit more aware of your own gaze, you’d certainly notice how fixed yet gentle your eyes are on him. The only thought of you looking at him that much appeared funny — was it all Christmas that put you in that giddy silly state?

Another decoration, and you found that you almost finished. Chenya’s really handy, you thought, watching him pulling out the last one decoration and gasping at once.

A mistletoe.

“Now where should we put it?~” Chenya asked, turning to you and finding you becoming an incoherent cute mess. “Are you alright?”

“Totally,” internally you curse Ace for his stupid little remark about mistletoe. “How about right above the door?”

“If we are to imply that little tradition with kissing under a mistletoe…” Your stomach performed a sudden flip at his words, but you’re quite stunned to find it not unwelcome. “Sounds like fun! Maybe above the window though, nya?”

“I’m afraid not everyone has a habit of jumping off the window as a way of leaving the room like you do, Chenya-san.”

“I must say I don’t need doors or windows to enter at all~”

“Heh,” you smiled at him, sending a competition arising. “Above the piano then? Or better yet — the drums?”

“How about… sofa ~”

“Don’t feel like it, you demonstratively jumped on the sofa, as if testing if it’s the right place to put the mistletoe above.

“Inside the wardrobe,” you snorted at his suggestion.

“In the hall,” you continued throwing suggestions, opening the door and pointing out at the ceiling in the hall. “So that many people could see.”

You in turn couldn’t see him materializing behind you, the strands of his hair dangling from his head and brushing against your skin ticklishly as you lifted your head up to meet his gaze.

You couldn’t think of anything else beside how beautiful he was. Lively, whimsical, yet absolutely adorable and sweet — your mind raced, not being able to contain your excitement and causing blood to flow up to your cheeks, reddening them slightly.

Chenya either was too polite to not comment on that, or didn’t notice at all — though you questioned the second option. No way he didn’t.

“Most visitors will circle around the main stage,” Chenya started explaining, Christmas lights wrapped around his shoulders and lit with a touch of magic made him look exceptionally cute. “Not here in the halls, I think~ Now, the main entrance sounds like a fine idea to me!”

“Sounds like all of the NRC students would avoid approaching the main entrance then,” you chuckled and followed him into the hall, sneakily grabbing the mistletoe from his hands.

The little surprise on his face made you gulp, flush reaching your cheeks once more. Was it necessary to be so damn cute?

“Hmm~ Looks like we’ve set a competition of sorts, nya?” Chenya approached you, smiling, and took the mistletoe from you, chuckling at your surprised gasp. “The one who finds the best place to put the mistletoe — wins. How does it sound?”

“How do we decide what’s the best place when we already failed?” You tilted your head.

“Don’t know~” Chenya giggled. “However you find it fitting to yourself! If I like the place, then you win. If you like the place, I win.”

“That’s so nonsensical,” you admitted but didn’t dismiss the idea. It wasn’t even serious from the very beginning.

“We’re all a little nonsensical here,” his tail wiggled.

“What does the winner get?”

“We’ll settle that after winning.”

“Hey, that’s unfair! This isn’t how you motivate the staff!”

He bent over you, brushing capricious strands of your hair, and you parted your lips, not knowing what to expect further.

It’s your heart which was unfair. Your reactions and feelings — all of them, absolutely deprived of sense before Chenya and his silly tricks. Not like you minded them, though…

But you were quite playful yourself, so to say.

You tapped his nose, causing him to wince slightly, reminiscent of the real cat, and nodded.

“Good,” you concluded. “I accept. Although it’s only one mistletoe, so~..”

“So good luck on trying to get it back from me, nya!”

And with that he disappeared from your sight, dissolving midair with his magic, to which you only blinked and laughed.

“Ha!” You exclaimed. “Don’t think you can get away with that!”

And that is how your race began.

You walked into the next room, finding Ace and Deuce. Having studied your character enough, they already had a presentiment that at the moment another chaos with your participation was unfolding in front of them.

You appreciated their attempts to arrange the audience, but you had other matters that needed immediate attention.

Your next stop was the Heartslabyull, where Riddle managed to slightly reprimand you for being careless, but when he heard you mention Chenya in your little adventure, he simply sighed and said that the last time he saw him was in the cafeteria.

Riddle, reliable as always, appeared to be right when you spotted familiar sprinkles of purple and pink.

You tried to be as sneaky as possible, hissing at everyone who tried to talk to you at the moment, giving everyone conspiratorial glances and receiving noddings in return. Maybe you were more NRC than the NRC students themselves after all.

For what he’s so tall, you thought internally, but still succeeded in grabbing mistletoe Chenya was holding.

“Hehe!!” You were so excited that you almost tripped again if it wasn’t Chenya who caught you by the elbow, drawing you closer to prevent your second fall.

Ugh, you thought, averting your gaze and knowing that your cheeks were burning. Even his hold is gentle and—

And what, you cease the chain of thoughts. And what if not loving.

Yet, the competition still was on the table, so you thanked him sheepishly and was quick to rub away, heading straight to the yard where you rushed towards the tree where the Stargazing event was held.

You leaned against the tree, catching your breath and wondering how gentle Chenya’s touch was. Every rare time you get to see him, he is always very tender with you. Is it really normal to think about this? Still, it is in the spirit of the RSA to be caring and friendly by nature. But still... what if it’s something making only you special and—

“Gotcha~”

Chenya appeared in the air, dangling from the tree above you, his whole body upside-down, his pretty face right before you, and the mistletoe slipped from your hands to his again.

“Hey!-“

“See nya!”

He disappeared, and you couldn’t help but giggle again. It’s always fun and joyful — being around him.

Your next stop was the main stage, where you noticed Neige and Vil discussing something. What a nice place to hang the mistletoe would it be, but you didn’t have it at the moment, so you walked away, wondering where Chenya was hiding again.

Curious, you thought. It wasn’t about finding the best spot for the mistletoe anymore — it was the game of hide and seek, with a side quest of calming your racing heart down.

And this is how you made it to the portal room after what felt like hours of unstoppable searching. Come to think of it, the school was pretty much fully decorated at this rate, sparkles of green and red suiting the whole dark and gothic atmosphere of the school surprisingly well. It was truly refreshing, even the portal room, usually dull and rather gloomy to you, appeared to be quite a sight.

You stood in the middle, students walking around, jumping to the portals to their dorms, hands busy with decoration boxes, and no time to stop someone and ask if they saw Chenya at all.

You wondered where your next destination must be, when an idea struck you. Right, why not hang the mistletoe here?! Guests will be wandering through the portals as they always did during previous events held in NRC. This is where the perfect spot for the mistletoe is!

Right when you made your decision and realized the only component left was the names mistletoe, you was about to turn around and jump into the first portal you’d see and call it a day, but—

“Chenya-san? What— Huh?”

You felt his arms around you, pressing you closer to his chest tenderly. Emotions were flowing within you, combining altogether and causing you to snap your eyes open, not really registering what was happening.

His mischievous expression turned more adoring and loving, making you question if you were awake at all. People were still walking, some of them stopped to gossip about you two, or maybe that what was happening — you couldn’t make sure at once, the whole world around you disappearing, and only Chenya’s cute smile reflected in your widened eyes.

“Guess we’ve been tricked.”

You blinked at him in incomprehension, but all the thoughts vanished when Chenya pressed his lips to yours.

You gasped, your body felt foreign, as if you turned into a ghost, watching the scene from behind and not recognizing yourself. It felt unreal — the softness of Chenya’s lips, the way his eyes closed and eyelashes flattered, confirming he was slightly nervous just as you were.

When you returned to Earth — or whatever this universe even might have been — and parted your lips, staring at Chenya absent-mindlessly.

“Wha— You— Huh? What?”

“As I’ve said, we’ve been tricked and—“

You weren’t sure. Was it real at all? Did you hit your head and return to your world? Was it just another dream of yours?

No, no, you must have made sure. So you leaned forward to him, now it was you catching his lips and a surprised breath at once.

The kiss you left was short and unsure, and when you met Chenya’s confused look, you prevented him from saying anything, pecking his lips again. And again. And—

“Woah,” Chenya smiled through your silly kisses. “Eager, are we?”

“Just in disbelief. Alright, confirm it for me: is it all real? I’m not sleeping, right?”

“You are not sleeping indeed,” he nodded, releasing you from his hold but still having his hands at your shoulders. “And look who’s tricked us after all.”

You followed his stare and found Grim chewing the mistletoe while looking at both of you with an unconcealed amusement.

“What?” Grim asked, apparently not really enjoying the taste of the plant.

“Indeed. What?” You ask your partner, chuckling at how silly the whole situation appeared to be.

“You two fools couldn’t figure out your stupid feelings without the help of the Great Grim!”

“Sure…” Chenya found your smug expression rather delightful, giggling at the conversation unfolding. “But hey, technically I win. I was just about to place the mistletoe here. And we’ll, it is placed here. Technically in Grim’s stomach, but still here, right?”

“Hmmm~ I don’t mind your win, but…”

Chenya pointed out the box behind Grim, filled with mistletoes only, much to your surprise.

“How about we start a new competition?”

“I’m all ears then.”

“The one who hangs as many mistletoes as they can, gets just as many kisses.”

“You know we both win at this rate, right?”

“This is the point, nya! Now, shall we start?”

“With pleasure!”

“Before you guys continue that, myah, a tradition or somethin’, go get me a real meal. Man, I’m so tired…”

“You did nothing though.”

“I’m a wingman of the day.”

Chenya chuckled, placing a small soft kiss on your cheek. “That I can’t argue with.”

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callsign-phoenix · 2 years

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I wrote this for the kinktober event, I hope you like it!

It is a Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x female!reader imagine.

Thank you @marvelandotherfandomimagines for proofreading and @topguncortez for the gorgeous header!

Kinktober day 4: sex toys

Warnings: use of sex toys (strap on and vibrator), 18+

From the moment you had first gotten to know Natasha she had always wanted to please you.

It was in the mundane things such as appearances or doing the dishes but she wanted to see you happy and satisfied, in any way she could see to.

That obviously included the bedroom as well, which meant she was always up to find ways to make it even more pleasurable.

You were very adventurous but you liked to resort to the plain and simple ways as well, and a vibrator or strap on were definitely the easiest way to get you off.

It always depended on the person you were with, and Nat was a natural at that.

She was so beautiful and knew just where to touch you that you could barely breathe, you were so infatuated with her.

Nat kissed her way down your neck and over your collarbones, giving special attention to the places she knew were sensitive.

You were up for some fun and laying on your bed in the bedroom with Nat kneeling in between your legs, her hair loose and gray sweatpants hanging low as she tried to relax after a stressful day.

It always helped her let go when she had you to touch and hold, and you gladly allowed her to.

The way her nipples poked through her white shirt because she had gotten rid of her bra made your insides coil and you loved the skin on her stomach and hip that was exposed between the sweatpants and the shirt, your fingers instinctively going to caress it.

You weren’t sure if she was wearing panties but you were hellbent on finding that out, even when her lips connected with your inner thighs and she tried her best to make you forget anything and everything but the slowly building pleasure you were feeling.

You were absolutely enthralled by her and her sensitive but strong fingers and hips.

Her lips teased over your inner thighs and her fingers gently grazed your center, the fact that you were entirely nude while she wasn’t building an unfair advantage.

You sat up and she did too and you moved to pull her shirt over her head, exposing her breasts which you started to press gentle kisses to.

She moaned softly and smiled down at you as your lips neared her navel, you loved her toned but still healthy stomach, you couldn’t stop kissing the skin of it whenever you had the chance.

Natasha redirected you with a gentle hand to your cheek, pulling you up to kiss you, her lips searching yours with a passion.

You were both kneeling on the bed until she broke the kiss to move to her nightstand, extracting a strap on, lube and a vibrator from the ‘special drawer’.

A shiver ran down your body in anticipation and she gave you a knowing grin, watching as you moved on the bed until you lay down in the middle of it, your head propped up on the pillows.

You alternated using the strap on on each other, and it was her turn to do the work.

“I love you, babe,” she said softly as she moved over to kneel near you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as you replied with the same.

She set the vibe and lube aside and slid the double ended dildo into the strap on before taking the lube and squirting it onto both ends of the toy.

She sent you another smile as she set the lube away, rubbing it over the silicone and moving to put it on.

Her eyes were on you when she pulled it on and you sat up to kiss her, your hands roaming her breasts as she inserted it.

She pushed you down gently once she was done and her hand trailed down to your core, her fingers running over it to make sure you were wet enough to go on.

She leaned over you and brushed her lips against yours, her nose touching yours for a second until you initiated the kiss.

Nat took that as the go-ahead she needed and slowly pushed the strap on in, taking every little reaction from you in to make sure you were comfortable.

You let out a whine when she bottomed out and she smiled at that, holding herself there for a second to give you some time.

Your hands ran over her back and to her breasts and you squeezed them for a second, feeling her involuntarily buck her hips down into you.

When she started moving you did your best to meet her thrusts, the two of you groaning and whimpering occasionally.

Her long hair fell down to frame her face and the ends of it grazed your naked skin, brushing over your nipples and lower breasts and adding to the pleasure you were feeling.

You loved to keep your hand at the side of her neck and to caress the skin beneath her ear with your thumb and she loved to occasionally lean down to press kisses to your neck and collarbone, her hair dragging over your skin more in those moments and tickling a pleasured moan from your lips.

You moved like that for a few minutes before Nat looked at you dauntingly, reaching for the vibrator and turning it on to one of the lowest settings, just to tease you.

You tried to keep your cool when she set it to your clit, the sensation of her filling you and the gentle buzz building your orgasm beautifully.

Nat smiled as you let out a more desperate moan than before, leaning down to kiss you as if to calm you down.

It didn’t calm you and her soft lips on yours only made you want it more, you reached out to find her clit, but she pulled your hand away.

Nat was responsible for your pleasure and she didn’t want to risk anything by cumming before you, so she kept going without external stimulation.

You kept rocking against each other and you felt the top brush your inner walls over and over, building up pleasure that was only intensified by the vibrator that she slowly upped the level on.

You were breathless sooner rather than later and you reached orgasm quickly, crying out as you reached your high.

When you could properly move again you reached out to touch Nat’s clit, moving through your orgasm to achieve hers as well.

Natasha followed suit and she moved erratically against you, until the two of you came to a simultaneous stop.

You were both breathing heavily and the toy was still lodged between you, but Nat had discarded the vibe the moment you had reached your high.

Her forehead fell to rest in the space between your breasts and you reached out to caress her hair, your head lowering so you could press gentle kisses to her hairline.

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duckymcdoorknob · 2 years

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PART TWO TIME HEYO. @skribblz

WELCOME TO YOUR SECOND BOX MI AMOR TY FOR THE ORDERS I HOPE YOU JUST LOVE THE FIRST ONE!

WITHOUT FURTHER ADIEU:

CW BELOW THE CUT: this do have some tickles in it ngl.

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 ❤︎

Today was supposed to be perfect. The “tag championship”, as the little ones called it, had been in the works for days now. As soon as they all got their shoes and socks on, the sky opened up and rain began pouring harshly. Whines echoed through the kitchen as the kids looked to their older siblings for help.

“We’ll have to wait until the grass is dry, everyone.” Norman said as he knelt down to wipe little Phil’s eyes.

“But Norman!” Thoma whined as he looked up with puppy eyes, “We’ve been planning for days!”

“It’s not safe” Ray answered before his brother could, “We wouldn’t anyone to slip and get hurt. I think we’d give poor mom a heart attack.”

Isabella chuckled as she entered with a baby in her arms, “Ray’s right, everyone. Why don’t we play some games inside?”

Little eyes lit up and the little ones were cheering happily.

They didn’t have much, but the board games and puzzles that the kids took out kept them entertained for a while. Norman opted to play hide and seek with some of his siblings, while Ray settled down by the window, covered in a blanket and immersed in a new book.

“Hi, Ray!” Emma chirped as she took a seat adjacent to her brother.

“Hey, Emma. What’s up?” The black-haired boy replied, not looking up from his book.

“Dunno. I’m just bored, and not really in the mood for being loud.” The girl said, gently maneuvering herself under the blanket, tucking her legs next to Ray and sitting quietly. “Let’s share the blanket.”

“Sure.” The boy replied, “Nothing loud over here. You’re going to watch the rain fall, aren’t you?” As soon as Ray glanced up from his book, he saw Emma doing exactly as he predicted.

The two shared a comfortable silence, Emma gently stirring off to the sound of the pattering rain, and Ray still engrossed in the newest volume of the book series he grew to love. The orange-haired girl was just about to conk out before she awoke with a start.

“Hey!” She yelped, curling into herself.

What had happened? Ray had reached under the blanket and gently skittered his fingers across Emma’s foot, “Wake up. You’ll be sore if you fall asleep here.”

“But I’m tired!” She whined, reaching out to tickle her brother in return. To her demise, and Ray’s delight, he he didn’t react whatsoever. “It’s not even fair! You aren’t ticklish!”

“ You’re right. I have the ultimate immunity here, and you don’t even understand how useful that is.” The black-haired boy replied with a cheeky smile.

“I bet you are ticklish!” Emma noted, crossing her arms with a pout, “You just don’t know it!”

“Sure, Emma. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Ray quipped, eyes falling down to read once more.

That wasn’t good enough for Emma. She was greatly determined to find out if her hypothesis was correct or not. So, she got to work, reaching to poke at her brother’s torso.

“What are you doing, Emma?” Ray grumbled, eyes not leaving the page.

“I told you.” She chirped, “You’ve got to be ticklish somewhere.”

“Go ahead and tire yourself out then, I’ll carry you to bed when you fall asleep.”

It didn’t matter what words her brother said to her, Emma furrowed her brows and tested her theory. When she squeezed his sides, he didn’t make any noise. She poked his stomach, not even a wince. Fluttering her fingers in his neck brought no reaction either. Hell, Emma was failing so badly that Ray even lifted his arms up for her to test the next spot!

As cheeky and sarcastic as her brother was, Emma knew she had to find a way to bring him down. She’d probably cry if she ever hurt him, so she had to use tickling as her first resort. She gently pinched his ribs, wiggled her fingers under his arms and blew on his ears… not a single reaction.

“Come ooooon!” The orange-haired girl whined, “You have to be ticklish somewhere!”

“I’m telling you Emma, I’m just not tickl- AGH!”

Bingo.

Emma had reached down to squeeze at Ray’s kneecap.

Both kids’ eyes widened. Emma ushered a wide and menacing smile, while Ray’s mouth was agape in shock and disbelief. “No way…” they both said in unison

“Nonono! That’s-“ the Raven-haired boy said breathily, “It can’t be! There’s no way I’m-“

“Ticklish! You’re ticklish!” Emma cheered as she began to squeeze her brother’s knees with more earnest.

“Ehehehemmahaha!” Ray whined as he pushed at her face. “Cmohohohon! Thihihis ihihihisnt fahahahair!”

“Of course it’s fair! You’ve tickled me and Norman so many times! Just wait until he hears about this!” The girl chirped, wiggling her fingers on the underside of one of the boy’s knees.

“AGH- WahaHAHAT! WHY THEHEHEHERE?!”

“See! I told youuu!” The girl sing-songed, “You are ticklish!”

Ray threw his head back and hid his face in his hands as he whined. Emma was right after all. “EHEHEMMAHAHAHA!”

“Yeah?”

“YOHOHOURE SOHOHO MEHEHEHEAN!”

“Me? Mean? I’m wounded, brother!”

After a grueling ten rounds of hide and seek, Norman decided to slip by the kids and take a trip to the bay window. He deduced that he would find his two older siblings there, but not in the way he did…

He was met with Emma teasing the ever-living daylights out of Ray as she squeezed his knees, and Ray, giggling his head off, and still in absolute shock over the fact that he was ticklish.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the consequences of your own actions.” Norman chimed, crossing his arms with a cocky smile.

Ray’s face flushed red as he remembered the words he’d said to Norman when his brother had been in his own place. “NOHOAHAHA- NOHOHOHORMAHAHAN! HEHEHELP MEHEHE!”

“Are you sure? You seem to be having fun!”

“NOHOHORMAHAHAN!”

“Okay okay!” The white-haired boy said with a giggle of his own. “Alright, Emma. Give him a break. Remember he’s never been tickled before.”

Upon hearing these words, Emma ceased her squeezing and patted her brother’s knee. “Ticklish.”

“Y-yeah… you got me.” Ray murmured, shying away from his siblings. “I don’t know how you can do it, Norman. She’s… she is evil.”

“I don’t usually have a choice, Ray. Emma pounces whenever she wANTS-“

As to prove Norman’s point, Emma latched herself onto her other brother and began an attack once again.

Thank the stars for rainy days!

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wrathfulmercy · 2 months

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4) for sender to bite receiver’s throat. (reverse!) Rick and Sam. (and obviously I'm thinking about that scene in TWD - though don't do that, I need Sam alive hahah!)

Sensual biting and licking prompts from here @mettleborn

A jealous little prick. That’s how he felt like, the booze bedazzling his senses that made him all uncontrollable and so very angry. They had said it before: no strings attached. No relationships. No feelings. And still they found each other in a dark corner of a club like this fighting for what seemed like hours every now and then when they ran into each other. Investigation. That’s what this should have been. A serious task they would both focus on no matter what even in a high state pumped full of drugs to impress a target they wanted informations of. The truth of it was just: no matter how many drinks, how many substances would run through Ricks blood or how strong his will of a perfect performance was, he couldn’t shake that awful jealousy of not having him when he was right there. As long as they wouldn’t see each other it was easier. Still hurt, but was manageable. But in here? Where he could see him live a life he couldn’t be a part of? It burnt like motherfucking salt in a fresh wound and Rick couldn’t snap out of it.

It started on the dance floor. The back and forth. The guilt tripping. The feelings Rick despised to have and had missed at the same time these years before. Like oil to a flame their words hit each other right at the same spots and sooner than later they were pushing each other like damn animals that just fell into a blood rush that led them now here into this dark corner with Rick’s back against the wall while Sam simply couldn’t stop fucking talking. Or slurring, whatever that was. Rick wouldn’t even listen anymore. What counted was the moment of having him. Of having him standing right there focusing on Rick no matter if he did it with insults, fists or just a fucking kiss. It didn’t matter.

The sounds of the room drifted away just like Sam’s voice and it was obvious that Rick wanted nothing more than to escape his dissociation that nearly took him off his feet and made him mumble “shut up” as if he couldn’t take it anymore. “Shut up.” he repeated in a more steady voice that at least brought Sam’s attention to him and his eyes without another useless word as if he was waiting for an answer. But he wouldn’t get one and that wasn’t only because Rick didn’t even listen. No, his fingers tips twitched under the hyper arousal and rage he was under and without even realizing it he suddenly pulled on Sam’s wrist to change positions with him only to make sure that the other wouldn’t lose his stand as Rick’s teeth sank into his throat for a bite that was made out of distress and longing but also with the intention of owning and shutting him up.

It took a moment until the warning of this bite turnt into something sensual, something that brought his tongue out to drag along Sam’s flesh after he had left his mark there. Licking someone’s wound after causing it, oh how very romantic wasn’t it? In exhaustion he released himself from his skin, not noticing at first that he had pulled on Sam’s hair to tilt his head to give him the needed space but slowly his fingers let go and shifted into a caressing gesture of stroking down his face while he hid his head in the crook of Sam’s neck. “At least you stopped fucking talking now.” he murmured against the man’s skin under hard breaths, not mentioning that it would also give the man a mark he would wear for others to see that would hopefully keep them away from him. “I wanna leave now.” Was it embarrassment that made him say that or was he waiting for Sam to join him? Rick himself wasn’t sure of it as he pulled away and let go of him, a last look at the man’s neck bringing a proud smirk to his lips. “I’m sorry.” He was not. In fact he slipped his hand lovingly along the mark to adore it for a moment before he would face the truth of Sam’s reaction. “Do you wanna stay here?”

#Rick x Sam #v: assassin #answered meme #😌 we love them your honor

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We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader

Words: 1,875

Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul’ who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.

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CHAPTER ONE: WORSE TIME ALONE

"How many laps did you make?"

"Six...you?"

"24," despite how out of breath you currently are and the roll of your eyes at Steve's smug face, you still manage to crack a smile between the constant huffs of air exiting your mouth.

"I'll have you know six is very impressive. I watched kids in school cry after just one," you defend before chugging down the contents of your water bottle.

Glancing at the blond who practically towers over you from where you sit on the ground, you notice he looks like he could run at least seven more laps before breaking a sweat,”...hey, there's this diner a few blocks down that has really good burgers. We should go."

You knew what he was going to say before even asking the question which is why there was slight hesitation behind it. Regardless, you still chew on your lip when he gives a shallow chuckle, shaking his head," sorry...I've got plans today."

"Oh come on. Super soldiers need to eat, right? And plus, I heard this place has a great senior discount," you press on despite feeling a pierce of guilt in doing so. You're fully aware of what today is, however, there's still a part of you that wants him to confirm it himself. Why? You’re debating your true intentions. Maybe you feel bad that he thinks he has to spend today alone. Maybe you secretly don't want to spend it alone yourself. It's a hell of a day for that, after all.

Despite your hopeful smile and false ignorance to the date, Steve doesn't budge with his answer, although, he does give you an apologetic smile," sorry, but I can't cancel today. Maybe next time."

"I'm gonna hold you to that, Rogers..." Once again, he chuckles which sounds more convincing this time around much to your relief, however, it's only a temporary fix to the aching you feel internally.

It's been three years since Steve returned after having been miraculously frozen in ice; a possibility you had never expected and quite frankly believed to be some cruel prank when the news first reached you. Hollie had been alive for nearly thirty years after Steve's 'death'. You had been living your second life for twenty-two years. Not once did you think Steve could possibly still be alive after all that time, so it's safe to say you felt very conflicted upon seeing him for the first time in decades. You were happy- never mistake that-, there's just one tiny problem: he doesn’t know your secret.

If you were still Hollie and visibly old as dirt, your reunion with Steve would've been a tearful one because he'd know exactly who you are and the history you both share. The problem is you aren't still Hollie and, honestly, you'd be offended if anyone said you look ninety-five.

Right now, in this life, you are (Y/n), a talent agent of SHIELD entrusted with working directly alongside the Avengers. Until that moment three years ago, you had never met Captain America. It's a consequence that you know enough about the forties to help him adjust to the modern era. It's pure luck that you seem to understand him as well as you do. It's a secret to him that there's so much more to you than meets his eyes.

You'd be breaking your biggest rule by telling him you're Hollie. Now, it’s not to say you haven't toyed with the idea before. You want desperately to tell him, but at what risk? You'd look truly insane telling him you're his dead friend not to mention you might lose your job if you insist on it too much. One wrong reaction could cause a domino effect that destroys everything you’ve been working to preserve. It doesn’t matter what today is; that’s a risk you refuse to take when you’ve worked this hard just to have your past life’s family still around.

"You doing good?" Natasha leans back against the counter, her arms stretched out as she looks over to you. Even with her question, you don’t look away from the scene before you.

The boys are in a circle in the living room with Clint making some poor joke that still manages to make the whole group laugh. Usually you love nights like this where you can watch everyone let loose from their busy lives, but tonight has been different. Tonight you feel suffocated. Even Steve was smart enough not to put himself through the pain, giving Tony some excuse similar to the one he had given you this morning. You should’ve just done the same.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You know, I'm a spy trained to recognize body language and you've been pretty distracted all night. Somethings on your mind," it's no longer a question, but rather a statement. She knows it's true and so do you.

Taking a sip of your drink, you keep your lips against the glass for an extended amount of time while debating how much you should admit," today’s an...anniversary of types, you could say."

Natasha's expression softens. True to her words about being a gifted spy, she can tell simply by that glimmer in your eyes that you aren't referencing something joyful," and you've been keeping it to yourself all night? Do you want to talk about it? We can go somewhere more quiet."

You inhale a bit too deeply which you know she hears, but you face her with a soft smile anyways," thanks, but I'll be fine. It would be a lot to explain."

'Too much to explain,' you take yet another drink from the glass that's basically empty before pushing yourself off the chair,” I think I should get going. I don’t want to walk home too late.”

Natasha's eyes follow you, the frown on her face evident,” do you want me to drop you off? We can steal one of Tony's cars and go for a drive around town. Might distract you a bit."

Her offer would be tempting any other time, but you shake your head while wiggling on your coat with a smile," nah, I'm an adult and a trained agent. I think I can walk myself home."

"Leaving already?!" Tony calls out, the rest of the group turning heads to you with smiles," the night's still young!"

"I'm tired and old. I can't stay up as late as all of you," you half jest, smirking at his groan as he throws his head back in mock annoyance.

"Hey, don't go around saying you’re old. If you're old, then what does that make me?"

"Don't worry. I'm sure Steve would be happy to invite you on bingo nights and show you his old man diet if you ask him. Have a goodnight everyone," you receive a chorus of 'goodnights' before the evaluator doors shut, leaving you alone to fall back against the mental frame with a tired sigh.

The distance from the Avenger's Tower to your apartment isn't terrible. Just a few blocks to the subway and a train ride away. You manage to echo out most of the trip with your own tired thoughts which are normally a welcomed distraction from all the weird smells and strange people, however, they only manage to weigh you down further tonight.

Even upon closing the door of your apartment, you let go of a heavy sigh before kicking off your shoes somewhere you don't care where. Shedding your coat and letting it simply fall to the ground, you practically drag your feet into the bedroom where you carelessly collapse onto the soft covers of your bed. You remain there for a good few minutes, soaking in the familiar scent that your friends often joke reminds them of their grandparents, then again, they say everything about your house reminds them of an old person. The only person who appreciates your antiques is Steve which is no shocker.

Looking up, you meet eyes with the picture on your bedside which makes your heart even heavier than it has been all day. You've really tried today; you've tried to think about something else and distract yourself from the past, yet here you are teary eyed after an entire day of keeping your emotions damned up from your friends; emotions you worry they could never understand.

You carefully pick up the picture before rolling onto your side with it in hand. You smile sadly through the darkness," you know how many times I hear people say time heals all wounds? Meanwhile I'm here nearly seventy years and a new life later, still heartbroken...Crazy enough, I actually think it was worse this year, too. Then again, I think it might be because of the 'situation'.

"Steve always goes to the museum on days like this. They got this nice little exhibit set up for you there that he visits. I wanted to offer to go, too, because I feel bad that he has to mourn on his own and honestly, I didn't want to be alone today either, but it's not exactly easy to weasel my way into that part of his life. If I were still Hollie to him, sure, but I think it would be pretty weird for me to tell him as (Y/n) 'yeah, I miss him just as much'...I don't think that would make him feel any better.

"I spent most the day in the lab with Tony actually. I think you'd like him. He's just like a mini Howard, but like, the good parts. I mean, I love Howard, he was just an idiot when it came to raising kids. I was always worried he might drop the ball with Tony, especially without me around to spoil him with attention, but I gotta say, he ended up pretty good with all things considered. A smart ass like his dad, but that's just a Stark thing. I doubt you'd deny that."

You take in a breath, hesitating before continuing," I'm grateful; I really am. Even in a new life, I get to remember all the amazing times I had as Hollie. I've even been lucky enough to build this life around those I knew and loved as her. I still get to be friends with Steve even if he doesn't realize the bond we have, and I get to be proud of Tony which I wish I could tell him without it being weird. It’s just…I miss you so much, James.

"They say people are reborn when they have unfinished business to tend to, but all I ever wanted as Hollie was to marry you. I can't exactly do anything about that when you're not here, although, I wish I could...Like I told you sixty eight years ago to this day, I can't imagine spending my life with anyone other than you and as I hope you can see, Barnes, I sure meant that; one life to another, you're the only one for me," you press a kiss to the picture while squeezing your tear-filled eyes shut as if that would magically bring your fiancé back. Looking back at the picture of his smiling face, you try your best to smile back even if it’s a broken one," I wish you were still here with me, James…"

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