#and it was specifically yawning. i could open my mouth as wide as i wanted but as soon as the tension came in from yawning it was all over

[lesboylycan]

god i can't wait for the hormone levels to even out again. when they do it's over for y'all

[lightwing-s]

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pairing: simon "ghost" riley x reader

It must’ve been early when the knocking woke you up. Rolling in the warmth of the bed, you struggled to get up and once you did, you walked towards the door on pure muscle memory, still too tired to proceed with any coherent thoughts.

You opened it automatically, rubbing your heavy eyes and letting out a yawn.

“Ghost, Price and I were thinking that maybe…” you heard a voice you faintly remembered blurt out words you vaguely put together. “Yn? What are you doing in Simon's room?”

Freezing at the spot, your eyes dart open, as wide as they could possibly be, and a burst of energy runs through your body, making your mind jolt alight, finally deciding to work.

“Fuck.” you whisper, as you could hear the sound of objects falling and stumbling steps rushing to your side. Simon, still shirtless, holding up his loose sweatpants and whose mask had been clumsy put on, only one of his eyes properly fitting through it’s proper hole, arrived beside you breathlessly, pulling Gaz into the room and closing the door immediately thereafter.

Pushing the Sergeant onto the unmade bed, it took him a moment to catch his breath, spinning around on the same spot on the floor. He had fixed his mask, and the moment his eyes caught yours you could clearly understand his message.

We’re fucked.

Your eyes were restless, moving from Simon and Gaz so quickly it was making you dizzy. Your hands tugged at Simon’s shirt, dressing you like a dress, but barely covering your legs, ones you were not used to exposing in front of your comrades.

It was awkward, this whole situation an awkward mess you had put you all in.

I’m sorry, you mouthed and pleaded with your eyes as Simon stopped in front of you, his hands reaching for your arm, rubbing it warm, consoling you as much as he could as you two sulked in unwanted company.

“Can you two explain what’s going on?” asked your “guest”. Exchanging glances once more, you two fought over who would break him the news. “Or am I supposed to make my own conclusions?”

“‘S pretty obvious, innit?” Simon replied, dryly.

“I wanted to hear it from you, it looks too surreal.” he said, leaning back and straightening his position, a smirk spreading on his face, amusement evident in his eyes. “The Lt and Yn shagging.”

You looked back at Simon once more, his arms crossed on his chest making his biceps look twice their size, and his clear crunched jawline, probably planning three hundred different ways to murder his teammate. Touching his shoulder, you asked for allowance, watching as he considered the options before nodding in return.

“Gaz.” you called, catching his attention. “We’re married.”

Gaz’s head bobbed forward as his eyes almost jumped out of its socket, questioning the shocking news and his own reality. To confirm your words, showed him your hands, more specifically your ring finger, where a pair of letters, ‘SR’, were tattooed secretly on its side. The Lieutenant followed suit, uncrossing his arms to expose your initials drawn on the same spot in his ring finger. 

You two were married. Married, and no one in the base knew it. Hell, they didn’t even know you two had a thing for each other, was going through Gaz’s mind.

“Married?” he repeated, more an affirmation than a question, trying to process it in his head. “I can’t wait till Johnny knows it.”

“Johnny can’t know it.” you immediately cut him. “Please, Gaz. I-it’s…” private, you wanted to add, our lives. But a lump in your throat caught you, feeling everything you’d build crumbling down. 

You’d been so careful. You and Simon had taken every possible precaution since the first night you hooked up, not wanting anyone to find out your silly “mistake”, to the day of your wedding two years ago, the most important day in your entire life. And now the secret was done for, days counted even if Gaz were kind enough to keep it to himself.

“Private.” Gaz completed your words after a brief minute of silence, and the hope in your chest grew. “I get it. You know I’m not a snitch.” Standing up, he continued. “Your secret is safe with me.” and extending his hand towards your husband he wished. “Congratulations, Simon.”

Your husband, after second thoughts, shook Gaz’s hand in his, evident force used to make sure a warning was heard: you say anything, you’re dead. However, knowing him like no one else, you notice signs no one would, and the slight drop in his shoulder lets you know he trusted his Sergeant.

“Congratulations you too, Yn.” he turned to you, giving you a tight hug instead, lifting you off your feet for a brief moment before returning you to the floor. “Does this make me the best man over Johnny?”

Fishing for a pillow, Simon threw it straight into Gaz’s head as he rushed out of your room, giggles heading out with him. You too stood laughing, enjoying knowing your secret paradise wasn’t done for yet, and trying to calm down your sulking and annoyed husband.

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a/n: short drabble to announce i'm now taking simon and other cod men requests ♡

[feroluce]

On Sampo's name (ALL of his names!)

I feel like everyone who's a fan knows the meaning of Sampo's full name by now- the sampo was a legendary item that could magically make endless supplies of gold, flour, and salt, all priceless items at the time! So it works perfectly for a scammer businessman like Sampo. ☆

"Koski" is the Finnish word for "water rapids" which might seem kinda random but actually makes sense for him, since Aha and the Masked Fools are also referred to with water terms:

This kind of analogy isn't specific to only Aha and the Masked Fools, but it does still tie them together. So water rapids fits perfectly! Sampo wants to stir the pot! He likes to shake things around and spice things up! He's taking that stagnant pool and turning it into water rapids! It would actually explain his ridiculous hair color, too; a dark blue wave tipped with white foam haha

EDIT: an amazing contribution from @ricochetlovebombs, who heard it from hoyolab user Rattaboy. If you interpret his first and last name together, instead of separately like I did, you would get something like "money river."

In other words, Sampo's name literally means CASH FLOW SKXJMDMDMD

What I really wanted to talk about is his drag alias name, though, Brughel Poisson, because to me that's where it gets really interesting.

So like in the English version, Sampo goes by Brughel Poisson when he's in disguise. Searching for just "Brughel" itself doesn't seem to get you much at first: a Flemish and Dutch Renaissance painter named Pieter Brueghel the Elder, who was famous for his landscapes and peasant scenery, especially Hunters in the Snow and The Blue Cloak.

He's referred to as "the Elder" because he had a son also named Pieter Brueghel (the Younger), and he began a long line of painters, all named Brueghel. Some of them did original work, and many of them created reproductions of the Elder's art to sell. The Elder was also famous as a printmaker. All of this is hilarious when you remember that Sampo is an infamous counterfeiter and has sold a relic called the Parallel Universe Printer JSKZJSMD

There is also something called Brueghel's Syndrome, named after one of Brueghel's paintings called De Gaper, which pictured a man yawning widely. It's a condition that causes the mouth to open and gape uncontrollably, twisting a person's countenance into a distorted mask of their usual face.

Tumblr doesn't have a way of censoring pics like twitter, so for the sake of the medically squeamish, I'm just showing De Gaper here. But if you look up Brueghel's Syndrome, you can find pictures of actual patients, some of whom really do make faces resembling Aha's comedy and tragedy masks!

In the Chinese and Japanese versions, his alias last name is a lot more silly- In those, "Sampo" is phonetically written as "san-bo" and "san-po." And in disguise, his last names are phonetically written as... "Bo-san" and "Po-san." The Chinese version uses different tones, but still. This smug asshole seriously just decided to write his own name backwards and called it a day NDMKXMDMD

In the English version, Poisson itself is kind of a reused Hoyo asset- it's also the name of Navia's fishing village in Genshin Impact. Which is a really silly name for a village, because it literally just means "fish" in French smzjxkdkdk but!

Again, more water imagery. And in English, if something is suspicious, we say that it's "fishy," which is perhaps the most fitting association yet for someone as shady as Sampo ☆

And for a good while I thought that was the only connection. But then. My beloved @hydrachea, who is an actual native French speaker, dropped this on me right after April Fool's Day:

Poisson is literally the word you use to pull an April Fool's prank.

[princessbrunette]

this is so specific but we all know that grey coors light muscle tank that jj wears in season 1 i’m pretty sure, but imagine him waking up to reader wearing that shirt NO BRA dude would go fully teenage boy mode and just stare at your chest cause like HELLO THEY ARE ALMOST SPILLING OUT

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he wakes up quite literally a minute before you, sitting up on his side of the bed as he wakes up fully, rubbing his hands over his eyes. he didn’t remember falling asleep that night, just that he’d passed out after giving it to you for a solid hour, sweaty and spent. he hasn’t even noticed you yet, more so what you’re wearing — because when you stir and he turns half around to check on you, he quite literally forgets how to breathe.

you’re on your back, blankets jostled around your legs as you stretch— eyes still blissfully shut. you must’ve pulled his shirt on before you’d fallen asleep, and he had to say you wore it better than he ever could. it hung loose on you, the large armhole gaping, pulled a little across your chest to the point where the fat of your tit spilled out the side, had it been peeled any further to the right and your nipple would be on display.

“good lord, good morning to me.” he rasps, yawning and your eyes flutter open, a soft smile on your face as you reach a hand toward him, stroking the skin you could reach.

“hi, jayjie.” you hum, and he’s convinced you could have called him any name — because he’s not listening to a word, eyes on your tits.

“you know i thought i looked pretty good in that shirt, but holy mother of mary you’re wearin’ the shit out of it. like, seriously. you kinda just woke my dick up too.”

you giggle, looking down at yourself with one eye as you rub the sleep out of the other. you pull the material so you’re more decent, much to his dismay.

“i forgot i put it on.” you sit up slowly, stretching once more and arching your back, hard nipples from the cool morning air sticking through the light grey fabric. he stares for another moment before he just can’t stop himself.

“i hate to ask this of you so early in the mornin’ but uh— please let me touch them.” he rushes out, eyes wide and saucepan-like and you roll your eyes tiredly, taking his hands and pressing them to your tits.

“dont have to ask, jj. they’re yours to grab whenever you want.” you pur, knowing the effect it’ll have on him. he keels over a little from his now knelt position.

“oh wow— okay, yeah saying that kinda thing is totally unfair. you know that’s gonna brick me up babe. c’mon.” he lightly scolds as he massages your chest, getting his moneys worth.

“such a shame jj… can i help you with it? the least i could do?” you flutter your lashes and gently paw at his chest so he lays back down, quickly sliding down his body and dropping kisses to his pelvis making his jaw drop.

“its like i made you in a freaking lab… jesus.”

“i just like breakfast in bed, jayj.” you giggle, starting to mouth at his tip as he reaches full stiffness. he tucks his tongue between his lips with a smile as he watches you, before commenting quietly.

“yeah. sausage n’eggs right? ow— okay, that’s my bad.” he’s met with your teeth sinking into his thigh.

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[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

No man's land

♡ Pairings: Eddie munson x reader

♡ Summary: a little something for the people who suffer from insomnia or just have a hard time sleeping.

♡ Warnings: fluff, none. Just some language but nothing terrible. Eddie calls the reader baby. No use of y/n.

♡ Word count: 1.1k

♡ A/n: This has been sitting in my drafts for way too long. While this is just a fluff piece, I would still prefer if minors didn't interact with my work. Thank you. Please reblog, like, and comment to show support.

3:00 am.

It was late very late and another sleepless night for you. You tossed and turned for hours trying to find the right position to rest, but it was no use. You just couldn't sleep. There really isn't even a reason behind it.

You weren't stressed at the moment. You and Eddie are both in a good place. You wish you could put a reason as to why this happens, but there is none. Not one thing. This isn't something new for you, though. You just wanted some type of excuse this time.

You carefully got out of bed trying not to disturb your sleeping boyfriend next to you. You make your way to the living to watch some TV. Perhaps you'll fall asleep out here, but you know that's highly unlikely. You tip toe into the kitchen, slowly opening up the cabinet above the stove to make some tea.

Wrapping yourself up in a warm blanket with Eddie's Garfield mug in both hands, you flick through the channels until you land on your favorite show. You kept the lights off, not wanting to disturb him in any kind of way since he has to be up in soon for work. Believe it or not, Eddie was a light sleeper, and the slightest noise or light could wake him.

"Why'd ya leave me?" His rasped with a pout on his face.

Foot steps trudging down the hall tell you that you were not as quiet as you thought. You turn to look over blanket draped over your head. There, he was standing in the hallway rubbing his tired eyes. His hair sticking up every which way. The white boxers with red lips, you got him for Valentines Day as a joke, hang low on his waist. He's missing one sock on his foot. You snort when you see him. He looks lost like he doesn't know how he got there.

You always thought his sleepy voice was so cute. He hated it.

"Couldn't sleep again." You sheepishly told him, taking another sip of tea.

He moves to plop down beside you, kicking his feet up on the coffee table folding his arms over his chest. His eyes bloodshot from just waking up. The brightness from the TV screen making his eyes water.

"Whatcha watching?" He yawned.

You snuggle up close beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. "Grey's Anatomy."

Nodding his head, looking semi interested. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him.

"Eddie, you have to work in the morning." You whispered, looking up at him.

"It's okay if you can't sleep. I can't sleep." He squeezed you tight, kissing your forehead.

About an hour has passed since you and Eddie have been awake.

"What do you mean they found her lingerie pictures and showed them to everyone?" He argued, getting frustrated at the show.

"Dr. Model wow!, what a great insult...prick." He murmured, shaking his head.

"Yeah, she only did that to pay for school." You informed him getting a kick out of how upset he seems to be for lzzie.

Whatever sleep filled mind he had was gone now. He's wide awake, staring at the bright TV screen. His eyes are still bloodshot and puffy, but he's not tired. Not anymore. Too worked up and annoyed at what he's witnessing

His mouth drops in shock. "And this dickhead just walks around showing them to everyone?"

"Yep, pretty much." You take another sip of your tea, which is now too cold.

"Lemme get a taste." He motioned at the Garfield mug, eyes glued to the screen. He takes a big gulp, making a disgusted face at the now ice-cold chamomile tea.

He bought that tea specifically for you when he heard it helps with sleep. He always did little things like that for you. He'd buy you an entire life supply of chamomile tea if it meant you could finally rest.

He leaned forward elbows resting on his knees. He was still getting riled up at the plot that he didn't notice the alarm clock going off.

"It's time for work." You mentioned sadly.

"Oh, I'm calling out. I can't leave until I know what happens next." He says matter factly. He's too engrossed in the show now to stop watching. "And I can't leave you either."

The sunrise peaking in through your blinds, giving your living room a warm glow. "Wanna get breakfast?"

"Sure." You smiled sweetly at him.

"Then we can finish up this season and try to get some sleep, yeah?" He goes to stand, stretching his long limbs out.

"I hope so, but if I can't sleep, that doesn't mean you have to stay up too." You really don't want him to think just because you struggled with this that he has to as well. You've dealt with insomnia almost your whole life. You can handle losing just a day's worth of sleep. You hope it's just a day's worth.

"I don't think so. If my baby can't sleep, then I'm not sleeping."

"But." You tried arguing.

"No buts." He argued back, bending down to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

You shyly smile at him, wondering how you even found someone so caring. Sometimes, you truly believe you don't deserve him. You know that's not true, and he definitely knows that's not true. He's just so kind and thoughtful. You really didn't think there were people out there in the world like him. Eddie would constantly do things for you without even considering something in return. You're still not used to that but you're trying.

"Well, then we better get moving. We don't wanna miss anything." You go to stand next to him, stretching out your arms as well.

"I'm not putting clothes on. We can just go through the driver thru." He said, grabbing his keys. No shoes or anything. Just one bare foot padding along the carpet.

"Well, at least wrap yourself in this blanket, jeez." You roll your eyes playfully as you both head for the front door. You tossed him the blanket that was used as your own personal, safe haven. "You trying to get arrested?"

"Wouldn't be my first time." He joked, throwing the blanket around himself and heading out the door.

Eddie kept his promise to you that day. He did eventually doze off on the couch with you. It's not entirely his fault, though he made the mistake of laying his head in your lap after breakfast. Your hands scratch his back, and playing with his hair always made him relax. If there was ever a moment you wanted him to sleep, that was all you had to do, really. He'd instantly melt in your hands.

You stayed up, finishing off the rest of Greys Anatomy with Eddie softly snoring. You didn't sleep, and you weren't counting on it. Maybe you will tonight? Doesn't matter it comes in patterns for you. You know what to expect when this happens.

You're just happy you won't have to deal with it alone anymore. Whether you liked it or not. Eddie was going to be by your side helping you through it. No matter how much you argued that he shouldn't. He was stubborn, and once his mind was made up, that was it.

[the-kr8tor]

Hiiii!

This is my first time doing this, but I have an idea for FF.

Can you do something where reader is like a raccoon, likes to sleep, eat, steals peoples food sometimes and then Hobie just thinks its adorable... except when reader steals his food and then when I think of Hobie getting his food stolen I think about that one tiktok "gIvE mE mA fOkKeN cHiPs!" I'll add the link but could you do something like that please? Would make my day 😭💀

Link: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMjk3y59F/

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Omg hi ✨anon! I love this prompt sm ❤️ thank you for requesting!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, spiderperson! Reader, cw food mention, FLUFF.

It's Fluffy Friday!

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Miguel's annoyed voice rings out around his large office, chastising an equally annoyed Hobie, hands on his hips, rolling his eyes at every word Miguel throws at him. Gwen stands next to Hobie with her arms crossed head turned to the side with a frown.

Hobie's the first person to spot you crawling on the ceiling ever so quietly and slowly. Your mask is off, he sees the tip of your tongue poking out your lips in concentration.

Your senses tingle, eyes shifting to the culprit. Hobie has the faintest smirk on his lips, raising his eyebrows slightly to signal you that you're still undetected by Miguel. You give him a wink as a thank you. Going back to your heist, a warm empanada sits on Miguel's desk, ready for the taking. You think food tastes better when it's snatched right from under their noses, moreso if it comes from your boss who's currently blowing a gasket at Hobie and Gwen.

You take it as revenge for yelling at them. Crawling soundlessly, hands and feet sticking effortlessly on the smooth ceiling, you aim your web shooter directly at the styrofoam.

Suddenly, Gwen sees you, a gasp escapes her lips. Miguel stops mid sentence, eyes following her line of sight.

"We got it!" Hobie pipes up before Miguel spots you with your webs sticking to his lunch. "What was our mistake again?" Bossman pinches the bridge of his nose, starting his rant again.

You sigh, relieved. Gwen gives you an apologetic smile, slyly hiding it from Miguel. You give her a thumbs up while pulling the empanada up to you. Once safely in your grasp, you give Hobie a flying kiss. A knowing look in your eyes, Hobie shakes his head in a miniscule movement.

You shake the styrofoam in your hand, taking Miguel's attention. He turns around lightning fast, already knowing who's behind him and what they currently have in their hands.

"You–!" He doesn't waste time chasing after you, especially that empanada was the last one from the cafeteria.

"Run!" Gwen yells, Hobie guffaws, doubling over in laughter.

You yelp, laughing like a maniac. Having multiple hiding places, it's safe to say that empanada was your prize.

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Hobie stretches his aching arm, seeking your warmth, he finds Pavitr and Miles talking excitedly in the many hallways of the society.

Hobie opens his mouth to ask them where you are, before he could, Miles sighs, pointing up with his index finger.

"Ceiling"

"Thanks" Hobie jumps up, sticking to the ceiling, he slides off a loose panel. Peeking in, he sees you curled around a fluffy blanket, eyes closed, chest rising and falling.

You look so comfortable he doesn't want to disturb your little bubble of relaxation. Your senses have other ideas though, cracking your eyes open, you smile immediately after your sleepy vision clears, showing Hobie in all his glory.

"Hi" you say softly, yawning, hugging the blanket tighter.

"Hi yourself" Hobie wipes the gunk off your eye carefully with his pinky. "What'd you take now?"

"Peter" you say nonchalantly.

"What?" He asks with wide eyes, surely lego spiderman isn't tucked next to you, or else Miguel would definitely be pissed off without his best operative out on the field.

"Spider-Cat" sure enough, you lift the blanket, Spider-Cat sleeps soundly, curled around himself. "He looked tired so I asked him if he wanted to take a nap up here" whispering, you reach out for Hobie's hand. "Then I guess he looked so cozy I joined in"

Hobie takes your hand, squeezing it once. "Room for one more?"

You grin, nodding your head. "For you, always"

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Hobie sits with the usual gang, eyes looking for your familiar suit. The crowded cafeteria makes it hard though, red and blues rush past his vision. His lunch half eaten, bag of chips unopened on his lunch tray.

Gwen throws a piece of french fry at Hobie's face, too distracted, he fails to block it, grease sticks to his cheek. Miles and Pavitr chuckle at his shiny skin.

"Arse" He wipes it with a grimace.

Miles and Pav laugh louder while Gwen joins in. They're not laughing at him anymore though, their eyes staring at you crouched down next to Hobie, hands slowly inching their way to his chips.

"Yoink!" You snatch it, already running away, giving yourself a head's start.

"Give me my fuckin' chips!" He yells after you, boots thumping against the floor as he runs after you with a smile.

[kooktrash]

WHAT DID U GUYS DO ON UR DATE ON MONDAYY 🥺🥺🥺

seven dates in one day

2.2k words. straight fluff and nothing else. they’re literally so whipped and it hasn’t even been 24 hours since they 🤭🤭 for the first time. idk I wanted to do a drabble bc i felt like they needed a whole part of their first date since it became official that y/n liked him too

READ THE ONESHOT HERE

There was something about waking up after a good night’s sleep that drove you absolutely insane. The need to just stay in bed and try to fall back asleep was strong and as your eyes fluttered open to the bright sun beaming down on your face, all you wanted to do was hide under the navy blue comforter. You turned on your side, tempted to do just that and fall back asleep but a small scream left your lips.

“Morning,” Jungkook was laying on his side, eyes wide open with that little sparkle in the iris as he watched your attempt to wake up with a smile on his face like he didn’t just scare you half to death. You released a small groan pulling the comforter up to your chin, “Were you watching me sleep?”

“Yes, did you know you snore?” Jungkook asked and before you knew it he was mimicking what you could only assume was you snoring. You shot a hand up to cover his mouth and he just laughed, “Are you hungry?”

“No,” you mumbled as you turned on your back, “I’m tired, what time did we go to sleep last night?”

“I don’t know, 3am?” Jungkook said he moved to sit up, “But I’m not letting you sleep our whole day away.”

You released a groan, “Jungkook, I’m tir—hey!”

You don’t know how he did it but he managed to pick you up with ease, comforter and all, carrying you out of the room, “Put me down, we have all day.”

“It’s already ten,” Jungkook said, “Don’t you want to get ready?”

“For?”

Jungkook gasped loudly, “Our date? I’ve got the whole day figured out, I was just waiting for you to wake up.”

You released a sleepy yawn, rubbing your eyes as he sat you down on his couch and you wrapped yourself in the comforter like it was a cocoon of warmth. Jungkook looked at you with hearts in his eyes as he combed his hair out of his face, “We’ll go get brunch and that’ll wake you up.”

Jungkook didn’t plan on wasting any more time away from you than needed so when he dropped you off at your place, he hurried back home to shower and get dressed before running a couple red lights to go to you again. By the time he got to your place you were just getting out of the shower so like the ever so patient guy he is, he sat on your couch and waited anxiously.

“Ready?” You asked about coming out in a pretty black dress that showed off the majority of your tattoos and on Jungkook’s way to stand up, his knee hit your coffee table and knocked over an unlit Lana Del Rey candle with her face as Jesus, “My candle!”

Jungkook fixed her back in place and with a cheeky grin he walked over to you at the door, “My mistake, I need to show her more respect.”

“Obviously.”

The first start on this ‘seven course date’ was at a sma brunch cafe. You stared at everything on the menu with a small pout trying to see what you might like. Jungkook looked at you with a smile, “Are you ready to order?”

“No,” you said even as the waitress stood there waiting, with a sigh you looked back at him, “Order something for me.”

You listened in on the way he ordered everything and you were surprised that he ordered something you might like. The waitress looked at him with a slight blush in her cheeks whenever he looked back at her and you just watched her bite her lip and soften her voice to sound a bit more feminine.

Jungkook even made sure to ask for a specific ingredient in your order to not be put in, proudly explaining that you don’t like it so hold off on it and yet she just looked at him adoringly. You could tell right away that she found him attractive and though part of you expected that — because just look at him — you felt a little bothered considering you were sitting right there. You shifted your gaze down to the menu and just as you were beginning to tune them out, you felt the tip of his black combat boot against your foot. You played back, your foot bumping into his and you could see the way his smile widened when you both thanked the server as she left with your orders.

“How’d you know what I don’t like?” You asked in regards to the way he asked for certain things off your plate. Jungkook shrugged, “I’ve snooped through your lunches at work before.”

You scoffed with a roll of your eyes even if you smiled, your feet never stopping their game of footsies, “Wow, you really are obsessed with me.”

Jungkook just nodded proudly with a smile, “Obviously, not like I kept it a secret.”

The second course of your date was a simple walk in the park to walk off the abundance of food the two of you ate. He made you hold hands the entire way down the Han River, swinging them back and forth to the point where yours had grown clammy and you were whining, “Yah, my hand is sweating.”

“Yum,” Jungkook kissed your knuckle, never letting go and once again you rolled your eyes making him smile, “You know, every time you roll those pretty eyes at me, I just want to kiss you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as the two of you stopped, “You’re so weird, you know that? Cringey.”

Jungkook pulled you into him by the same hand until your front was pressed against his and you took the lead, leaning on your tip toes and kissed him. He let go of your hand to wrap his arms around you as you mumbled through kisses, “It’s cute.”

He pulled away, hand to his chest as he faced the River like he was the male lead in some kdrama, “My heart. I’m not used to you or anyone for that matter calling me cute, keep it coming.”

“Well, you only get one compliment per hour,” you joked as you began walking away again, “You get weird when I give you too many.”

“You owe me at least seven of them,” Jungkook said following after you, nearly tripping over his own feet, “For being hot and cold with me all last week.”

The third part of your date was simple, Jungkook wanted to take those corny couple photo shoots at this small studio nearby. He made you wear bear ears and you put a bunny ear headband on him as you squeezed into a photobooth.

In the first picture it was just you two smiling.

In the second, Jungkook was pulling the ears down toward his eyes while you kiss his cheek.

In the third the two of you missed the timer cause he was having a staring contest with you and you refused to back down.

In the fourth, he was kissing you with his eyes closed holding your face in his hands.

The fourth part of your date was an extremely late lunch. This time you ordered food and he excitedly gobbled it all down dramatically saying, “You’ve never bought me food before, I think I’m gonna cry.”

To which you said, “Why are you so dramatic?”

In truth by the time Jungkook had taken you to your fifth destination, you were beyond exhausted. It wasn’t hard or anything, just a short trip to an illusion museum but the amount of times Jungkook stopped, made you pose, and took a dozen pictures of you was tiring.

“How many more?” You asked as he made you pose with your hands under your chin like you were a blooming flower while he snapped away.

“One more, I swear, now say ‘Jungkook is my favorite person in the whole world’.”

With a roll of your eyes and a smile on your face, you said, “Jungkook is my favorite person in the whole world.”

You finally unposed as he looked down at his phone and about two seconds later you could hear your voice speaking back to you in a video and you gasped, “You said it was a picture!”

“I lied,” Jungkook held his phone away from you, “Next time you’re mean or try to ignore me, I’m gonna play this video for you.”

“Shut up, you like when I’m mean to you.”

“Yeah it turns me on, lowkey.”

The sixth part of the date was short, you went to a small restaurant for hot pot and Soju and he insisted on feeding you every now and then even if you absolutely hated it. He was king of PDA and you were queen of ‘please not in public’.

The seventh and final part was a trip to a stationary store. Jungkook could tell you were tired and probably tired of him already but he just couldn’t contain himself. It’s no secret you were the black cat to his golden retriever energy and he didn’t want the night to end. He loved annoying you because deep down he knew you liked it and he was intent on making you think about him just as much as he thinks about you.

You surprised him in the store when you said, “Let’s pick something out for each other, a secret surprise.”

He spent about thirty minutes debating between two things. One, a sketchbook with a pretty floral cover and two, a candle with a scent that reminded him of himself that he just had to get you with the excuse that maybe it would make you think about him every time you lit it. In the end he ended up buying both — and a matching gel ink pen set that he had seen you eye when you first got here. When he was done he went in search for you and found you at the register getting whatever you got him wrapped up and put in a gift bag.

“Hey!” You squealed as you felt him looming over your shoulder, “Stop peaking, you cheater.”

“I wasn’t!” Jungkook said, backing away, “I was just you know… trying to get a look?”

“Yeah, and that’s peaking, you himbo,” you said, thanking the clerk and heading toward the door, “Now we’re not opening it till we get to my place.”

“Wait, you want me to come over?” Jungkook asked walking you to his car, “Yay.”

…

“Okay, okay let’s open them already!” Jungkook groaned as the two of you sat on the floor in your living room with some rom com playing in the background. You got your gift bag handing it to him and the guy tore into it like it was Christmas morning.

“Alright well I guess we can’t reuse the gif—“

“Oh my god,” Jungkook gasped loudly, “Oh my god!”

You felt your cheeks redden as you looked at all the things he got you, suddenly feeling bad that you only got him one thing. You cleared your throat awkwardly, “Sorry, I should’ve gotten you something better. We can go back an—what are you doing?”

Jungkook was snapping pictures of what you had gotten him. It wasn’t anything crazy, it was a pretty picture frame with a picture printed from earlier today. You put one of the pictures from the photo studio inside, it was one where you were looking at Jungkook while he tried to fix his hair, not even noticing that you had that look in your eyes that he always had when he looked at you.

Jungkook turned it over and on the back the words, ‘Seven first dates in a day’ and the date written in your handwriting.

“Give me a second, I think I’m gonna cry,” Jungkook said and you made a pout. This big, buff, dressed all in black, guy looked damn near close to tears.

“Why?” You asked scooting closer to him, “I promise I’ll get you something else, I thought we were only doing one thing. I know it’s kinda stupid but I figured it was a nice memory after everythin—“

“Shut up,” Jungkook said as he looked away from you, “You’re gonna make me cry.”

You laughed nervously, “Jungkook, I—“

“I’m just not used to you being so sweet,” he cleared his throat, running his thumb over the glass of the frame over you, “I don’t know, I guess I thought that I was still being a pain in the ass and—wait, Y/n, why are you crying? Did I make you cry?”

You hid your face in your hands, full on sobbing, “I was so mean to you a—and you were always so nice but I just wouldn’t let myself believe that you liked me and—why are you crying?”

“Because you’re crying!” Jungkook cried. You couldn’t help but laugh, “Okay let’s stop crying, it’s kinda dramatic.”

“Okay,” he sniffles, “But I was never mad at you for it. I think you blowing me off so much is what made me like you more, you made me want to prove to you that I really wanted to be with you.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, “Okay, no need to get emotional, sorry, I just wanted to let you know that I liked you too.”

“I know,” Jungkook moved your hair out of your face, “That’s why I didn’t give up. I knew you wrote scared to like me but I get it, I am really hot and it’s intimidating.”

You rolled your eyes laughing a bit, clearly knowing he was trying to make you feel better and it was working.

::.

okay we have sweet, clumsy himbo jk but imagine when he gets jealous for the first time? 🤭

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[carlsdarling]

A fic where the reader and Carl are playing truth or dare and it gets more explicit the longer they play 🤭 you can say no

Truth or Dare

Carl and Y/N are bored and play truth or dare and it becomes juicy... Bit of a plot, then sex. Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw

As was often the case, you and Carl hung out in his room, bored. As nice as it was to not have all the pre-apocalypse obligations (no one was bugging you anymore about applying to colleges and building your futures) all that free time brought other problems.

Specifically, a lot of boredom. Life within the walls of Alexandria was tranquil and mostly uneventful unless supply runs were coming up, walkers were scratching at the door, or Negan showed up.

"What should we do?" asked Carl languidly, setting aside the game controller. "I don't feel like gaming anymore." He yawned.

"How about Truth or Dare?" you suggested.

Carl shrugged his shoulders. "All right. I'll start. Whatcha gonna choose?"

"Dare," you replied.

"Okay. Massage my neck. I’m sore", Carl grinned and stretched out on the bed, invitingly. You sat down next to him and worked his tense muscles until he was relaxing and closed his eye. His skin felt warm under your fingers.

"That's enough," you then announced. "Your turn."

"Truth," Carl said wearily. He seemed to have appreciated your massage.

You regarded him mischievously. "How often do you masturbate?"

Carl turned bright red. "That's not fair," he protested.

"Yes, it is," you chuckled, "You had the choice."

Carl writhed in embarrassment, holding his hands to his face. "Uum... usually once a day?"

You squeaked with amusement. "Every day? Oh my God, Carl!" You bent over laughing.

"Enough of that," Carl tried to end the subject, clearing his throat. "Your turn." You could tell by Carl's face that you were now facing a similarly awkward question, so you decided to go with Dare. "Go find Eugene and ask him for condoms."

Your mouth was wide open. "You can't be serious," you grumbled, "Why Eugene of all people? And what would he think of me?"

Carl laughed gleefully. "Well, that's your problem. Come on, get out of here."

Sighing, you walked out. You found Eugene outside the church, chatting with Gabriel. "Eugene, can I talk to you alone for a minute?" you asked. He moved away with you a few steps. "I need condoms," you informed him in a straightforward manner. You wanted to get the task over with.

Eugene stared at you. "Condoms are used to perform activities of breeding without actually breeding," he then pontificated. "So do you want to engage in such activities?" He raised his eyebrows curiously.

"No, um... it's just that, I lost a bet," you mumbled.

Eugene looked like he didn't believe you. "Alright, well, I need to get some from storage," he then announced.

Mortified, you took the condoms from him a little later and returned to Carl, where you threw them on the floor in front of him. "That was mean," you fretted, "just you wait. I'm gonna get my revenge. Truth or Dare?"

Carl looked uncertain. "Umm... Truth," he chose, not wanting to be sent on an embarrassing mission, too.

"Have you ever tried putting on a condom?" He stared at you, disconcerted. "Yes or no, Carl?"

"Uum... yes," he then confessed. "Just to try it out to see if I could deal with it." He played with the blanket. Somehow you found the idea of Carl touching himself and experimenting with condoms sexy, and involuntarily you imagined him naked. "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," you said.

"Have you ever had sex?"

You sighed in frustration. "Yes, once." It hadn't been particularly thrilling, but Carl looked impressed. "Okay, Carl, your turn."

"Dare."

"Put one of those condoms on right now."

"Uum... what?" he stammered. When you just looked at him, grinning, he picked up the condoms from the floor, placed them beside him, and fumbled hesitantly with the buttons on his jeans. Uncertainly, he then exposed himself, and you were amused to note that his cock was half-erect, sticking out from the tuft of dark pubic hair. "I've never been naked in front of anyone before," Carl murmured quietly and eyed you reluctantly.

You snickered and sat down next to him, and somehow the two of you ended up hugging and kissing, and your hand moved to Carl's lap. You began to gently stroke his cock, and it immediately became completely erected. It felt warm and hard at the same time, like steel covered in velvet. Carl moaned in delight. A little bit of moisture showed at his tip. "It's so good," he sighed, and lay backwards on the bed while you jerked him off. You enjoyed watching him having his pleasure. Carl squirmed under your caresses, moaning. He was so cute when he was aroused - his eye was closed, his face flushed, his mouth half open and his hair slightly messed up. You wondered if he looked the same when he was pleasuring himself. He moved his hips urgently, and more precum leaked out and poured over your hand. You bent down to kiss Carl. He put his arms around you, and his moans increased as he reached for your hand, closed it tighter around his cock, and showed you how he liked it best. "Faster," he whispered breathlessly. "Oh, please, Y/N, go faster." He whimpered and whined, clinging to you. "I'm cumming," he sighed then, only a split second later he shot his load.

Some of it had landed on your shirt. "Tzzzzzzz, Carl," you scolded him jokingly. "Look what you've done." He glanced at you from under half-closed eyelid, relaxed and happy. You lay down next to him to cuddle up with him.

"Truth or Dare?" he whispered, kissing you.

[mistressoftheelderitchwhorehouse]

Oooo great. Can I request Dazai and Chuuya (separately) and their reaction to their s/o making them Cajun food. (Specifically a crab boil for Dazai.)

Fuuuuuck yes you can!

Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Pairings: Dazai x Reader and Chuuya x Reader

Reader Type: Black coded

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A Surprise for Dazai

Cooking was something that Dazai despised. He didn't have the motivation to, it was messy, and also he lived a ten minute walk from a convenience store. Why the hell would he ever cook?

Also... There was the fact that you wouldn't let him into the kitchen even if he wanted to.

When you weren't at work or enjoying his company, you could often be found in the kitchen making Western style food. It was expensive, but that's basically what you used your allowance from him for.

Spaghetti, garlic butter, chocolate cake, and now something with crab.

You had sent him out for it, and when he came back you had kicked him out of the kitchen once more.

That had been awhile ago.

Dazai had set himself up on your shared futon, and was reading some evidence for a case while steadily draining a beer he had procured while shopping. He didn't quite have a buzz, but his shoulders had relaxed, and he felt comfortable to let his facade drop while he heard you singing along to SZA while in the next room.

"Osamu, food's on!"

He tossed his book to the side, collected his beer, and went to the cramped kitchen. "Did my lovely Belladonna toss make some hemlock spiced crab for me?"

"You wish." You pulled the table out and plucked up the pot. "Can you set that up for me?"

He did as instructed, curiosity filling him even more. You typically just served bowls if you made stews or soups. You didn't like carrying hot pots and pans everywhere, nor did you allow him to do so either as you didn't want him to get hurt.

See? You're too cute for your own good. He set up the dining table beside the futon, and let you set the pot down.

"Feels like we're about to do a seance!"

"What kinda seances do you go to, Osamu? Never mind, don't answer that." You set the pot down, and pulled off the top. "Ta da~!"

Staring back at him was a pot full of potatoes, crab, corn, and sausage. It smelled warm and salty, but had some kind of an earthy scent too.

He looked up at you with wide eyes, allowing his true expression to show for once. "A crab hot pot for me?"

"Back home we call it a crab boil." You sat down opposite him and grinned. "Happy anniversary, Osamu."

"I didn't-"

"I don't need anything fancy from you." You pushed back a stray braid, your teeth worrying your bottom lip. "I wanted to do this for you. Enjoy it."

Dazai stared at you for a long moment, before closing his eyes and shaking his head. "You're gonna be the death of me one day."

"Yeah, yeah. How about trying this?"

He opened his eyes in time to get a mouth full of potato. It was warm, and buttery, and actually delicious.

"So?"

Dazai swallowed and stole the fork from you. "Can we have this next week to?"

"Ha! I knew you'd like it."

Fin

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Warm

Chuuya rarely had any time off. If he wasn't planning a mission, being dragged off to strange tea shops by Elise, or doing the mountain of paperwork on his desk, he was sleeping.

Actually, that's what he had been doing no less than five minutes ago until the smell of onions, celery, and tomato filled his nose.

That was a sure sign that you were home.

He dragged himself out of bed, and tossed a robe over his shoulders, before padding out of the room. And there you were, listening to some podcast in English while stirring a pot. Your back was to him, and from your relaxed shoulders and the messy bun you'd tossed your curls into, he'd say you were relaxed.

He made his footsteps audible as he entered the kitchen, causing you to twist around with a smile. "Hey, Red. Did you sleep well?"

"Well enough for six hours." A yawn tore through his person, and you shook your head with a snicker. When he got ahold of his words again he gestured to the roiling steam behind you. "What'cha makin' ?"

"Gumbo! It's cold out, so I wanted you to get something warm before you headed out again."

"Ah, didn't have to do that, sweet thing. Got plenty of coffee in the office."

"I know, but," You twisted back around and the stove was shut off with a click. "you're important to me."

He fought the flush off his face as he scratched the back of his head. "Fuck, you know how to make a man feel special."

"Good! Now set the table with some bowls, please."

He did as instructed, taking out a beautiful magnolia printed set out of the China cabinet, before setting them down next to you.

It didn't take long to fill the bowl, and hand it back to Chuuya. The spice of tobasco and garlic made his mouth water.

He stole a spoon and took a bite. Warmth flooded his mouth and stomach, staving off the cold that threatened to creep through his windows and doors.

"So? How's it taste?"

"Best batch you made yet. Gonna have to write down the receipe."

"Ha, you're hilarious."

You served up your portion in a bowl, and you went over to the table. When you tried to sit down, Chuuya snatched you by the waist and sat you in his lap.

"Hey!"

"Just a second like this," He said. "Just a little longer."

He could feel your stare on his face as he took another bite of the gumbo, this time getting a mouthful of okra and sausage. Eventually you sighed and went to your own bowl. He squeezed your hip, and you dropped a hand to squeeze his wrist.

More warmth flooded his body, this one bring with it contentment.

Fin

I hope you enjoyed it! Please take some begniettes and tea on your way out~!

[bakageta]

For @astriiformes's AU Roulette! The prompt was Fairytale and the fic ended up being not so much a literal fairytale AU as a metaphorical one where everyone is happy and gets along and Sleeper and Toxin get in petty discussions in the middle of the night like the shithead siblings they are. Also they talk about fairytales.

"Why do you look like that?" Sleeper asked from their perch on the back of their father's couch, imperious and cat shaped.

Like what? Toxin responded in the chemo-signal language of symbiotes.

"Like a pile of spaghetti."

Toxin was spread over Eddie’s coffee table, a mass of burgundy tendrils squirming and tapping against anything he could reach without having to touch the carpet. He wasn’t bothering with anything so complex as a mouth or eyespots. Sleeper wondered if it was because he couldn’t or because he didn’t want to before deciding that they didn’t really care about the answer.

What’s that?

“Pasta? Long, thin pasta in a tomato sauce? Surely you've at least seen it?"

A sense of amusement exuded from Toxin and a green-tongued grin split his mass. "Of course I've heard of spaghetti, and don't call me Shirley."

Sleeper winced at the subpar wordplay. Their tail tip twitched irritably. "I cannot wait until your host takes you back to South Africa."

Toxin only laughed obnoxiously. "Did gramps ever tell you any stories, Uncle Sleeps?"

"Never call me that."

"Sure," Toxin lied. He also made eyespots, specifically so he could stare expectantly at Sleeper. They could feel the weight on their plasma. “Jubulile’s parents told her folktales and fairytales and stories. Pops never did anything but try to kill me.”

“My other parent shared sense memories with me while I was at Alchemax,” Sleeper said when it became apparent that Toxin wasn’t going to leave them alone. “Father shared music and made sure Dr Steven knew which songs I liked best for when he wasn’t in the lab.”

“But no stories?” Toxin appeared to be trying to make legs, four of them connected to a shape much larger than Sleeper’s own but still covered in tendrils.

“No.” If Sleeper was curt, maybe Toxin would stop pestering them.

"That's kinda sad." Toxin was wriggling around on the table now like he was figuring out how to make a spine. "I mean not as sad as my dad trying to kill and eat me, but still."

“It isn’t sad at all.”

“Nah, it’s sad.” Toxin rolled onto his feet and shook like a dog until he had a be-snouted head and tendrilled tail. He looked like a four-legged muppet or a mop turned into an animal.

"It isn't."

"Yeeeah," Toxin's grin was wide. "Except it is."

"Fine." Sleeper jumped to the floor. Father's bedroom, the one he shared with their other parent and Flash Thompson, was just down the hallway. The lack of fairytale story could easily be rectified and then Toxin wouldn't be able to make any more comments.

Toxin followed clumsily, amusement radiating outwards from him.

The door was closed but not locked and there weren't any noises except for habitual breathing. Sleeper opened the door just enough to slip in, ignoring Toxin barreling in behind them, darted across the room, and leapt silently onto their father's bed, landing directly on his chest and knocking the breath from his lungs. 

Their father woke with a gasp. He sprang into a seated position, clutching Sleeper to his chest. "What’s wr–" Toxin bowled father over in his uncoordinated scramble onto the bed as he followed Sleeper. 

"Wha's happening?" Flash yawned, woken up by Toxin's jostling. 

"Father never told me any fairytales when I was just-spawned and Toxin says that's sad. I need to hear a story so he'll stop," Sleeper explained, reasonably. 

"I didn't–"

"That is kinda sad," Flash agreed. 

"Told you so!" Toxin yelled from the foot of the bed. 

"We listened to music together!" Their father protested. He settled Sleeper in his lap as he sat up again and their other parent cradled them in its tired mass.

"Still kinda sad."

"What am I supposed to do about that, Flash? I can't just go back in time and tell them a fairytale!"

Flash raised a challenging eyebrow. Toxin crept closer.

“I don’t really know any fairy tales,” their father said. “I always considered them too juvenile.”

“You expect me to believe you don’t know any stories?” Flash challenged. “You’re a damn reporter!”

“Exactly! I’m an investigative journalist, not a- a literature teacher! I–” father cut himself off. The frustration Sleeper had been sensing from their father cleared. He must have remembered something. “How about a tale of kingship, murder, and revenge?”

Sleeper knew enough about human children to realize that the story their father was offering them probably wasn’t meant for children. They also knew enough to realize that they’d probably prefer the story their father was offering over any true fairy tale. 

“That sounds ideal.” They purred, their other parent clinging and sharing feelings of interest and warmth. Their father’s hand settled on top of them.

Toxin edged close enough to rest his chin on their father’s leg, slow and cautious. Father ruffled Toxin’s tendrils with his free hand and their other parent extended tendrils to him. There was no hesitation in either of them. Sleeper decided that even if Toxin was insufferable, he could stay.

“Hundreds of years ago, in Scotland, when kings were common and wars were fought with blades, two generals sought shelter from a storm within an isolated shelter,” Father began. "Three weird sisters– witches most likely –welcomed them with prophecy. ‘All hail, Macbeth!’ shouted the first sister–”

“You’re telling them Macbeth?” Flash asked, bemused.

“Shut up, Thompson.” Toxin craned his head unnaturally to shoot a Look at father’s human partner. “Nobody asked you.”

Their father chuckled softly at Flash’s flummoxed expression and continued the story.

[kisskida]

Breakfast

-Gepard x Stelle comfort au Is breakfast not the most important meal of the day? In this household, breakfast is the most dangerous meal of the day, sleeping in past 5am has very noticeable and instantaneous consequences for the poor house...

The smell of smoke certainly was a unique way to wake up, specifically the unforgettable smell of burnt toast. Though it may be a unique way, it certainly was common for Gepard to wake up to, the smell of burning toast was honestly the least concerning of all the things Stelle had tried to cook, whether it was breakfast or any other meal. He groaned as the smoke alarm started to go off and he heard a pitchy shriek, a crash and a series of inappropriate phrases shouted at, most likely, an inanimate object.

Yawning and running his hand through his hair, he trudged out to the kitchen, in no hurry to check on the situation, only doing so out of concern that Stelle might blow something up again. “Stelle what are you-” he rounded the corner of the dimly lit, dawn kissed hallway and paused, wide awake now as he saw his wife with her hands wrapped around the throat of another familiar face, throttling the life out of him. There were 3 frypans on the floor, a fork stuck in the plaster of the wall, 2 wall tiles shattered and an incredibly obvious scorch mark next to the toaster.

“Sampo! I told you to keep an eye on the toast” she continued to shake the living daylights out of him as Gepard reeled from the shock horror of the morning mess, this was probably the worst state he’d ever seen his kitchen in.

“Stelle! Forget the toast, that wasn’t even that bad, why did you need three pans?” Sampo was yelling back at her, dark hair a dishevelled mess and soot scattered throughout the tussled white highlights.

“Okay, both of you! Separate! Stelle, clean up the frypans and Sampo?! Why are you in my house at-” he looked at the clock on the wall, “6 in the morning?” He’d slept in for once, breaking his routine of waking up at 5am to make breakfast, specifically avoiding this exact scenario. Closing his eyes, he pinched the bridge of his nose, allowing an exasperated sigh to escape his lips. 

“Uh…good morning Captain?” Sampo chuckled nervously, slowly backing up and helping Stelle clean up, all while maintaining eye contact before he nervously broke his gaze and hurried helping clean up the broken tiles.

Pulling the fork out of the wall, Gepard turned the stove off, unplugged the toaster and, though he wanted to avoid it, he began to inspect the scorch mark on the marble countertop. “Enough, both of you get out, I’ll make breakfast. Stelle, get the bread, eggs and bacon out and Sampo, go home” he threw the pans in the sink and pulled out clean utensils with which to cook.

Soon enough the smell of incinerated bread and smoke had left the house, replaced with the mouth-watering smell of bacon, eggs and nicely cooked toast. Gepard could feel the sparkling glare of Stelle as she sat on top of the bench and the similar stare of Sampo as he sat on a stool at the bench. “Foods done, what do you two want to eat” he put down three plates with the food and handed the two their own plates which they could serve themselves with.

Stelle grinned cheekily “I could really do with a nice captain for breakfast, we could go back to bed, strip down and -” Gepard stopped her, putting a hand over her mouth as a bright pink blush donned his cheeks, he tugged self consciously on his form fitting shirt, trying to shake the dirty thoughts from his head as Sampo snickered quietly. He was unaware of just how far Stelle could open her mouth as she bit him, clamping her teeth down over his hand playfully. Her cheeky gold eyes locked with his own and his blush darkened to a deep crimson hue. “Just- just eat your breakfast Stelle” He pulled his hand away from her, fidgeting shyly with the gold wedding band on his finger.

“Fine…later” she pouted, piling a copious heap of bacon on her plate and devouring it before he could blink. In this time, Sampo had eaten an almost concerning amount of toast, where Gepard had cooked 10 slices, there were two left, one of which Stelle was reaching for.

After breakfast was finished, not a crumb left on the table Gepard took one look at the sink and sighed “Can you safely wash up while I get dressed Stelle?” she paused, pretending to consider.

“Maybe” dragging Sampo by the hair, she shuffled over to the sink and the two trouble-makers began their repentance, having their mess foisted back onto them.

The bedroom was cool on Gepards skin as he began tugging his shirt off, scanning the room for where his uniform might be, for where Stelle had thrown it last night before she practically devoured him. A heated blush rose on his skin as the memories from last night flashed to the forefront of his mind. “Looking sexy captain” Stelle wolf whistled at Gepard’s shirtless body, left standing only in boxers “Sampo can finish cleaning the kitchen, I however, am going to partake in one more meal” standing up on her toes, she met him in a hungry kiss, her arms hooked behind his neck. He wrapped his arms around her body, enjoying the warmth she provided.

“If there’s another mess in the kitchen when I go out again, you’ll face some serious consequences tonight” he whispered, their lips not even an inch apart, breaths mingling hot against each others skin

“Now I’m considering making some more mess, these consequences sound rather enticing” he was locked into another kiss, her hands roaming his body to more sensitive parts as her lust consumed her logical thoughts.

“I certainly didn’t marry you for your cooking ability-” he was forced to stop talking as she pushed him back onto the bed, finishing undressing him and beginning to strip her own clothes.

“Well, I’d hope not” that snarky grin was the last thing he saw before his rationality slipped down the drain and pleasure consumed him.

[milflewis]

As requested, my prompt - Gewis - more teammates telepathic bond au 👀👀👀

The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known Even Slightly For Once

George knows Lewis crashed out and who exactly he specifically crashed into before he’s told over the radio.

“Red flag, George. Red flag.”

“Copy,” George gasps, his mind yawning open. Lewis’s surprise is a horrible thing; waves swallowing up the shore, breaking off rocks. Lewis is nearly always quiet and still and calm, but especially so when they’re in the car and now — now, George has to breathe past all that Lewis is.

Valtteri —

The thought is half formed and ends in horror. George doesn’t know if it’s his or Lewis’s.

“Seems to have lost control of the car,” Marcus continues. “Hit Bottas. Both are okay. Careful around the debris.”

Both are okay, George thinks, over and over and over again. For himself, because he saw it in his mirrors and Lewis’s car was in the air, and for Lewis, who can’t seem to hear anything right now.

Both are okay.

Okay.

Okay.

You’re okay.

George swallows, blinking. His throat tastes of salt and seaweed, mouth bone dry. His head is full of water. He presses his fingers into the steering wheel, feeling his gloves on his hands, and tells himself that he is not drowning.

Another turn and a straight and then Lewis goes silent again, all his water retreating back into his self-made puddle.

No, George thinks, unable to help himself. No.

By the time the race is over, three laps later and under a safety car, and George climbs out of the car, a respectable p4, Lewis’s presence is near non existent.

He has made himself so far removed from George’s mind, in a way that George wasn’t even aware that you could be in these kind of bonds, that relief cold knocks the breath out of him when he sees Lewis standing over Toto’s shoulder.

He’s frowning, more visibly annoyed than Lewis generally allows himself to be in front of cameras, and his hands are tucked up under his armpits, coat zipped up to his throat.

—

“Ah, just here for Lewis.”

George glances up from his phone, recognising the voice. His mind is clear and blank, barely a ripple.

“He’s inside,” Bono replies, slightly muffled by the closed door.

There is no movement from the room next to him for a moment before Lewis’s door opens and he can hear him say, “I went looking for you earlier. After.”

“Yes,” Valtteri says, and he sounds like he’s smiling. “They said. I was getting checked out by the medics. Guanyu worries.”

Lewis makes a noise that George thinks is supposed to be a laugh but it’s a little too wet. There’s footsteps and then Lewis’s door closes again. George leans back against the wall, eyes closing.

“All good?” Lewis’s voice does not shake and it is free from tears. George can hear a shuffle and then a soft creak and assumes Valtteri is sitting down.

His voice is louder now, closer to George’s ear, when he speaks. “All good.”

Lewis hums. “That’s good.”

You could put him in front of a camera right now, George knows. They did less than an hour ago and Lewis was perfect. Calm and composed and just a little wide eyed. Maybe a smidge too self deprecating but otherwise, the consummate professional he nearly always is.

George has been talking around the brick of fear in his mouth since the collision. It is not his own. The sea tucked away in the corner of his mind is as still as ice. George doesn’t put his feet in. It feels like there should be clouds on the horizon.

“Lewis,” Valtteri is then saying, voice gentler than George has ever heard it. “Are you going to sit down?”

George doesn’t know what went on between the two of them when Valtteri lived in George’s seat, and for the first time, George doesn’t think he wants to.

“Right,” Lewis says, distracted, and more creaking of his massage table. “Yeah.”

George can feel him inhale, and then: “I’m sorry. That one was on me.”

“I know,” Valtteri says, and there’s a rustle of fabric. “It’s almost like you’re not perfect. Shocker.”

Lewis’s laugh sounds like it is shook out of him, broken free, and that tiny corner in the back of George’s mind shudders tightly, salt coating George’s teeth, before the tension in his shoulders eases.

Oh, George thinks. Oh, you love him. This — this is how it feels like when you love.

He’s your Alex.

George doesn’t know how that translates over to Lewis but it must be okay because Lewis taps a mental knuckle against George’s mind, tiredly fond.

George only shrugs, face hot, and sends back a running stream of memories of Valtteri; grabbing Lewis’s bottle when he’d forget it after drivers briefings, blushing when Lewis laughed at whatever he said, choosing a seat with one empty next to it. He hopes it comes across clinical. Hopes the fact that Valtteri Bottas loves Lewis Hamilton and Lewis Hamilton allows this tastes neutral to Lewis, is just what it is, without any of George’s shit attached to it.

George can feel Lewis turn away, his water shivering, but there’s a smile in his voice when he asks Valtteri if he wants to sneak out the back and grab food at his hotel room.

[journeys-of-miso]

Intro :)

TRIGGER WARNING: listing audio and visual triggers of misophonia (will be indicated with ❗)

Hi!

I was diagnosed with misophonia the summer before I began high school. This led to a lot of emotions that I'm still trying to deal with.

It was a relief, first of all - I think that this problem had been slowly developing for years. When I hit puberty, I got moody - angry at everyone like a typical teenager. So my parents assumed that my symptoms were just that (I don't blame them at all. I would have done the same thing). But deep down, I knew something was wrong:

❗The sound of eating shouldn't fill me with rage.

❗Silverware on a plate shouldn't make me cry.

❗And every time my teacher smacks their lips as they lecture should not make me want to run far, far away.

As I got older, all my mood swings and volatile temperament passed - but my sensitivities remained. Everything felt excruciatingly loud. I kept my headphones on whenever I could, trying my best to drown out sound. I couldn't eat dinner with my family anymore - I couldn't be near anyone that was eating.

I would be in a relatively quiet classroom, and yet my senses would be overwhelmed.

❗My teacher's lips smacking every time she opens her mouth to speak.

❗Calculator cases scraping against laminated desks.

❗Tired students yawning every other minute - with their mouths wide open, of course.

❗Kids chomping on gum and shaking their legs.

It was a horrible way to live. I couldn't figure out what was wrong. I felt isolated, scared, and exhausted.

So I did some research. I typed in my symptoms and spent a whole lot of time trying to figure out what was wrong. At first, I thought I had auditory processing disorder, but my symptoms were too specific.

So I went deeper.

I realized that I had hyperacusis: a disorder in loudness perception.

But that wasn't all. I also had misophonia. The dictionary definition is "a condition in which... common sounds... cause an atypical emotional response (such as disgust, distress, panic, or anger) in the affected person hearing the sound." While this definition is accurate, I feel that there is no way to truly make others understand how difficult and painful this is to live with. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.

As I've learned about my condition, I've found ways to cope - from earplugs, headphones, brown noise, and meetings with teachers about accommodations. Even if I have to live with this for the rest of my life, this does not define me. It does not make me any less of a person, and most importantly, it is not my fault.

As I venture on, learning more about myself and my condition along the way, I'll record it on this blog. My hope is that people struggling with this condition (or others) will find comfort in knowing that they are not alone, and can use some of my own coping mechanisms.

-Keep on feeling the love,

🧸𝑀𝒾𝓈𝑜🧸

[waitingforwinterwinds]

A Clash of Kings - 69 Bran VII (pages 862-873)

Summer catches Bran up on the sack of Winterfell, so the team stops hiding in the crypts and splits the party for a road trip.

Chapter 69? !!! that's the funny number!!!

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Yet as one smell drew them onward, others warned them back. He sniffed at the drifting smoke. Men, many men, many horses, and fire, fire, fire. No smell was more dangerous, not even the cold smell of iron, the stuff of man-claws and hardskin. The smoke and ash clouded his eyes, and in the sky he saw a great winged snake whose roar was a river of flame. He bared his teeth, but then the snake was gone. Behind the cliffs tall fires were eating up the stars.

Oh that sounds so apocalyptic. And in a way I suppose it kinda was a small apocalypse, Winterfell set aflame and razed. I love the way Summer refers to human stuff, "man-claws" and "hardskin" instead of swords and armour, it feels organic, not overly forced, which I know can be a bit of a balancing act between what an intelligent creature would know, versus what an animal would really understand and contextualize human things.

also, correct me if I'm wrong, but this is the scene right? the one that people say "oh this is what Dany's vision meant re: a great beast taking wing and breathing fire"?

"From a smoking tower, a great stone beast took wing, breathing shadow fire..."

I'm... not sure this is the moment, tbh. I dunno, something about the wording just doesn't go 'click' for me. Mostly because Summer is seeing it and and thinking 'snake' not 'beast' (the 'stone' part is understandable to leave out, regardless of if it's relevant or not) and I get that that is an incredibly strange thing to get caught up on but... given that we had wildfire pseudo-anthropomorphized by Davos as a demon, I just get the feeling it's more in line with that than with Dany's vision. Also that her vision called it shadow fire specifically...

I mean it could be the vision moment, I might just be reading it from the wrong angle, but ... *shrugs*

Heck, the vision might not be a single moment in the series but a repeating motif.

well now i kinda want to print off all the "prophecies" and paste 'em to my walls to use like a checklist. XD

anyway, moving on~

He closed his third eye and opened the other two, the old two, the blind two. In the dark place where all men were blind. But someone was holding him. He could feel arms around him, the warmth of a body snuggled close. He could hear Hodor singing "Hodor, hodor, hodor," quietly to himself.

Oh poor Hodor. You're doing amazing sweetie. (all these kids are doing amazing, let's be honest.)

His tongue felt thick and strange in his mouth. One day when I come back I won't know how to talk anymore. ... "Too long. you'll starve yourself. Meera dribbled a little water down your throat, and we smeared honey on your mouth, but it is not enough. ... "The wolf ate," Jojen said. "Not you. Take care, Bran. Remember who you are."

It really has been all about Identity for the Stark siblings this book, about the loosing of self, or the threat of it anyway.

Also: warging is super dangerous. (Modern AUs, do you think they'd have little clinics and wards set up with stuff so Wargs could do their astral possession thing while their bodies are doing their best impersonation of a coma patient?)

Bran had to squint as the pitch began to burn, filling the world with orange glare. The light woke Rickon, who sat up yawning. When the shadows moved, it looked for an instant as if the dead were rising as well.

Nice. But not yet.

They need a red glass case for their torches if they're going to be down in the dark for so long. Red light is one of the best for doing dark cave tours, I went to one of the glow worm caves once, Arachnocampa glow worms, not firefly larvae glow worms, by the way (fun fact, glow worms of the Arachnocampa Genus are only found in like, 10? places world wide iirc, and they are all in Australia and New Zealand, and also they glow blue not yellow/green) and we did the tour with red light torches/flashlights, which allowed us to see everything after a small adjustment period, but the didn't spook the glow worms because many cave dwelling beasties cannot see the red light wave length, but also we didn't point the torches directly at them, they were plenty bright enough on their own. Anyway, because of the wavelength, red light can be used to see, without wrecking your night vision, and going from full dark to red light doesn't hurt your eyes as much as things in the orange, yellow or white light spectrum.

Osah carried her long oaken spear in one hand and the torch in the other. A naked sword hung down her back, one of the last to bear Mikken's mark. He had forged it for Lord Eddard's tomb, to keep his ghost at rest. But with Mikken slain and the ironmen guarding the armory, good steel had been hard to resist, even if it meant grave-robbing. Meera had claimed Lord Rickard's blade, though she complained it was too heavy. Brandon took his namesake's, the sword made for the uncle he had never known. He knew he would not be much use in a fight, but even so the blade felt good in his hand.

I am having feels about them being armed by Starks past. By his ancestors, by the dead.

also: " Meera had claimed Lord Rickard's blade, though she complained it was too heavy." You know who has a nice light Valyrian steel sword that was originally a lady's blade? Brynden Rivers, Three-eyed Raven.

#Let Meera Have Dark Sister 2023!!!

... I feel like there was some kind of intent behind Theon Stark being known as 'the Hungry Wolf' when Theon Greyjoy has such a hungry personality, always wanting things but never satiated.

"Open the door, Hodor," Bran said.

Why do you hurt me like this?

They stood in the shadow of the First Keep, or what remained of it. One whole side of the building had torn loose and fallen away. Stone and shattered gargoyles lay strewn across the yard. They fell just where I did, Bran thought when he saw them. Some of the gargoyles had broken into so many pieces it made him wonder how he was alive at all.

This feels symbolic, both in terms of Bran and Winterfell, but also like a call back to the dream of falling where all those other dreamers were pierced or shattered on the stony spikes below but Bran managed to fly.

... post apocalyptic cityscape indeed. Shit.

Good catch by Osha, the signs that Theon hadn't done this. Like he crossed some lines, but he would never have done this.

LUWIN!!!!! oh gosh.

The maester smiled. "Hush now, child, I'm much older than you. I can... die as I please."

Nooooooo, no, no , nonono! You can't! You're the MVP of the North.

(But also before you go: good job on sussing out the ruse from the dead child's non-atrophies leg muscles. see, this is why you're MVP.)

The stone is strong, Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and underground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I'm not dead either.

Well, I'll say this for GRRM, he sure knows how to sucker-punch me last minute with these books.

I really like the hopeful tone in this, ("I'm not dead either.") not just for the future of Winterfell, but from Bran's personal arc, it feels like even though all this horrible stuff has happened, he's finally ready to take the first few steps out of the dark part of his recovery arc, and actually start mental and emotional recovery in regards to his fall.

... actually, hang on, I just need to check something...

ahhh, that's what's pinging, I think.

GoT, Bran II: [Winterfell] had grown over the centuries like some monstrous stone tree, Maester Luwin told him once, and its branches were gnarled and thick and twisted, its roots sunk deep into the earth.

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okay, tomorrow is a 'rest' day, because it's the appendix, and then the day after we'll start Steel and Snow. (aka: A Storm of Swords Part 1)

Two books down, yay!!

[genshinlover101]

okay but imagine lisa, ningguang, beidou, keqing and mona wearing lingerie for their s/o just to see their s/o's reaction for a surprise like gaddamn-

( you can ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable for not wanting to write it dw! )

Your Reaction to Her in Lingerie

Characters: Lisa, Ningguang, Beidou, Keqing, Mona x gn!reader

Warnings: Nsfw themes, slight spoilers to the new Liyue Archon Quest in Ningguang’s part

A/n: Oh my god the power I have with this request, it had me feeling some type of way especially after Ningguang’s hangout event releasing

• Lisa had lingerie just scattered in her closet. This woman was full of love for herself even before you two started dating. She would consider it a healthy act of self-love to just go shopping one Saturday morning for some lingerie for herself.

• She would be dying to see your reaction to them, some of the more scandalous than others. She’ll look at a matching set she owned and just giggle to herself, all the power and control she could have with these. 

It was a late Wednesday night, maybe 11 pm in the library. You were abusing your relationship with Lisa by overstaying your welcome to study some books. You looked down at the text in pure focus, only to hear the door creak open slowly.

There emerged your beautiful girlfriend Lisa, she had a loose night robe on. She let out a yawn before making her way to your table. “It’s late out now, why not come home with me? I’ll make it worth your while,” she giggled seeing how flustered her statement made you.

“No I think I’ll stay here,” you replied firmly. Lisa always made such provocative remarks, you’d be a fool to always fall for them. “Lisa, why don’t you put some more clothes on? The night wind must be chilly.” You commented on her rather lacking attire.

“Ara ara~ so you noticed?” She said disregarding your concerns. “I knew you’d say no to my offer. So I took the initiative and brought the show to you,” her hands began traveling to her lower region, untying the knot that kept her whole outfit together.

As her gown slipped to the floor there stood a half-naked Lisa. Her hands ran down her own body as she looked directly into your eyes. Your mouth wide open, she’s pulled some daring moves before, but never on this wide-scale. “You like what you see hmm?” She asked as she approached you, her arm snaking around your neck as she was readying to straddle you.

• Ningguang was a woman of luxury. Unless it was her time of the month, she was probably wearing the most expensive, finest, linen in Liyue Harbor 24/7. She even had a couple of pairs specially tailored to her taste all at the cost of a small fortune. 

• Ningguang would set up a whole date for you two only for the final event that she planned to be quite scandalous. She would have you wait outside of her changing room as she undressed, only for her to come out to you half-naked. 

Ningguang and you had just gotten back from a five-star restaurant reservation that she had paid for. She was determined to treat you out today, and that involved not just with food, but her body. Towards the end of the night specifically, she led you up to the newly reformed Jade Chamber, having you wait outside her changing room.

“Are you okay?” You asked her from the opposite room. “You’re only changing into your pajamas and it’s been quite a while.” indeed, eight minutes had passed and Ningguang was still not out, but you had been listening to her shuffling and scurrying around.

“Patience,” she ordered. “I had this specially tailored to me. Let’s just say it’s a little surprise for you as well. I think you’ll fancy it just fine,” you started to grow nervous. Sweat dripping from your forehead, what devious scheme was she planning this time.

She opened the door to reveal her half-naked body. She was in beige-colored lingerie, barely covering her private parts, she was practically naked at this point. Her hair loosely draped down her body to hug her curves. Your jaw dropped to the floor, “well?” She asked you. “Do you find this sexy? Here touch,” she grabbed your hand, guiding you to her left breast.

Your hand brushed over her boob, squeezing ever so slightly, feeling the indents and hidden stitching. “Soft right?” She asked you for confirmation, her eyes looking directly into yours. It was incredibly soft, you had trouble distinguishing cloth from the skin. “Based on your reaction, I’d say I should’ve paid this seamstress more.”

• Beidou probably didn’t have much lingerie, she was the type of girl to wear boy shorts and a sports bra on a daily. But that didn’t mean she didn’t own any. She probably had lingerie from all over the world, her favorite pair was one she picked up from Ritou in Inazuma.

• She would wait till they’ve docked, the crew all out to say hello to their families. Meaning, you two were all alone on the boat. She would tell you she was going to compensate you for all your hard work recently. The compensation in mind being her body.

Beidou was surprisingly rarely ever genuinely in the mood to appeal sexy. She was the type of girl to tease you and then get cold feet and run away when you took action. If she was in the mood, it was most likely you on the bottom, impressing her with your ‘assets’.

This time however Beidou had you wait on the ship with her. Normally you would leave the moment you docked to go grab a refreshing meal from Wanmin, you craved it after eating saltwater fish for three weeks straight. But Beidou promised that if you were hungry, she’d feed you good if you stayed.

“Beidou are you doing alright in there!?” You called out to her main quarters as you waited for her on deck, your stomach growling loudly. She told you she would be changing clothes, and if you peaked you were dead meat.

As if on cue, she opened the door just a crack, grabbing you by the collar of your shirt as she pulled you into the room swiftly. There stood Beidou practically naked. Her pose was surprisingly feminine, covering her bare stomach as she gripped her arm. A heavy blush on her face as she averted her eyes. You stood with your eyes wide open, taking in such a rare sight. “Well?” She asked you in her masculine voice, getting impatient by the minute.

“Are you going to do anything to me? If you’re still hungry I’ll give you permission to eat me,” She asked trying to gather the same confidence she had whenever she normally dominated you. She never knew how embarrassing it was to be the only one naked. Her maroon-colored set complimented her hair well, it was almost a perfect color to match her eyepatch directly.“It's rude to keep a lady waiting,” She persisted.

• Keqing had a shopping addiction, meaning she probably owned a couple of luxury name brand pairs. However, unlike the rest of her peers like Ningguang, she simply wore whatever was in her closet, which was typically pretty modest.

• She would only dress up underneath her clothes when she knew you two were going to do something later that night. She wanted to impress you, of course, so she would wear her finest pairs to make the situation feel special. 

Keqing stood on her tippy toes to whisper in your ear. “Hey remember when I said I had a surprise for you earlier today?” She asked you, you nodded quickly. “Wait right here. I’ll go fetch it,” she scurried to her bedroom, leaving you with a pit in your stomach on the couch alone. You had a slight feeling you knew what it was.

After around six minutes Keqing announced to you from the bedroom. “Okay, I’m ready! Close your eyes or I’ll kill you,” she threatened. You squeezed your eyes shut, your hands covering your eyelids for double protection.

You heard the door creak open, her footsteps approaching to stand stationary in front of you. “Okay open,” as you opened your eyes your jaw dropped open. There stood your beautiful girlfriend in a navy blue set of lingerie. Quite scandalous as well, even for Keqing’s standards.

She had a bright pink flush on her face, her hands held behind her back and her feet crossed as she stood shyly. “Quit staring you, pervert,” she mumbled at you. You couldn’t honor her wishes, your eyes glued to her thong and triangular-shaped bra. You were practically drooling for her at this point.

She rolled her eyes at your lack of performance. “Ugh, don’t make me initiate it as well,” she stepped closer to you, her butt sticking upwards as she crawled on top of your trembling body. “Like this,” she guided your right hand to her soft butt, her panties so revealing you couldn’t feel anything but her skin.

• Mona was far too broke to afford any new fancy pairs of lingerie from Mondstadt. But she had a couple of pairs that she would recycle from when she still lived in Fontaine. She thought splurging on something like lingerie was a waste when she could spend all her money on astrology. 

• Mona was a little self conscious about her lack of selections when it came to lingerie, she thought she needed to appeal to you in everyway. However, you thought she was beautiful regardless. In fact, you were just glad she felt the need to impress you in the first place.

Mona was a busy girl, she rarely had any time to satisfy her sexual desires. However, it didn’t mean she never craved you in anyway. She held herself over you, her eyes looking at you hungry with lust. You thought it was strange Mona randomly invited you over for some dinner, turns out it was just cause she needed you to feed her in a naughtier sense.

Before anything went further, she sat up, undressing herself shyly. Starting with her jacket, she revealed her shoulders. Next was her gloves to reveal her arms. Finally her top piece, “will you help me take off my top?” She asked you. It was rare Mona ever acted like this, normally she was down your throat nagging you. However whenever she was in a mood, she would act cutely towards you, all of her blunt rude quips towards you wouldn’t be existent in this single moment.

As you unzipped her one piece she revealed her chest and her mint green colored bra which barely covered anything. You gripped her left breast, the lingerie was light and soft, barely supporting her boobs. You could see through her stockings as well, a matching thong, your eyes fluttered in shock.

She stood on her knees, taking off her stockings slowly. It was only a matter of time till she was only in her underwear, waiting for you to take action. “You get undressed too, it’s embarrassing to be the only one naked,” she begged you. Her eyes wandering around the room, anywhere but you as you undressed yourself.

When you finished she crawled over you once again, the feeling of her bare skin against yours was so erotic. You just wanted to hold her close to you even if her skin was freezing cold compared to yours. “I’m all yours tonight,” she whispered in your ear, her breath already panting as she struggled to hold back her urges.

[mizunetzu]

iwaizumi finding out hes gay and having an extreme gay panic when they get their new manager in aoba johsai and the team teases him to hell and back for it (iwaizumi x male manager!)

Nice to see you again, boke saiikai~~ also look at iwa freak out in this gif AHAHAHA

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Iwaizumi x reader - Iwa-chan, Panic!

⚠️warnings - none

Pronouns - male, he/him

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Iwaizumi lazily scratched the itch on his stomach, not caring that his shirt was slightly lifted up and people could see his stomach if they looked. Eh, it’s not like people were around anyways.

He was already running late to practice, so he might as well reserve his energy and take a detour to the gym. It’s not like anything important was happening anyways.

“Yo.” Iwaizumi yawned, pushing the door to the gymnasium open. He slipped through, only now realizing that no one answered his greeting. He also noticed everyone was gathered into a loose semi-circle, apparently looking at something Iwaizumi couldn’t quite make out.

“What's...goin’ on guys?” Iwaizumi neared the huddle of Seijoh volleyball players. Matsukawa turned around, seemingly the only one who heard Iwaizumi in the first place. Mattsun nudged his head towards the middle of the circle, the clearing, where someone was standing.

“New manager.”

Iwaizumi’s ears perked up. Oikawa was complaining about ‘having at least one manager before he graduates’ but also ‘one that’s not one of my fangirls, because they wouldn’t take good care of the team.’ As insensitive as it sounded, having a manager drool and follow Oikawa for the majority of practice instead of doing their job does sound pretty frustrating. Iwaizumi scratched his head.

“Don’t tell me Shittykawa finally found a girl who doesn’t fawn over him.”

Matsukawa shook his head.

“Not girl.” He pointed to the boy standing there awkwardly, moving out of the way slightly so Iwaizumi could see. “It’s a boy.”

Iwaizumi’s eyes trailed from his feet, up to his firm-looking torso, and trailing around his nice-looking arms and hands. He couldn’t help himself from checking this dude out. Maybe he was just curious as to why this boy joined as a manager and not a player-

Iwaizumi’s eyes finally met the boy's glass-like (e/c) ones. He realized now that as he stared at this boy's mesmerizing eyes, his own (e/c) eyes began to stare back at him. Stare with his eyes growing wide, a cute doe-like expression on his face. But all he could see was his breathtaking, iridescent eyes.

“Uh, earth-to-(L/n)-chan?” Oikawa, who was standing next to ‘(L/n)’, waved his hand in front of his deer-in-the-headlights-face. He visibly jumped, blinking a bit, and turned his head quickly, pretending he was staring at Oikawa the whole time.

However, it wasn’t the same for Iwaizumi. He continued to stare with his mouth parted slightly, absolutely mesmerized by this guy’s handsome face. It seemed so...holdable. Like he wanted to walk up to him and hold his face in his callused hands and just...stand there. Forever. Squishing his cute face in his hands.

Cute? Cute? No. No. No. Not cute. Iwaizumi Hajime was not finding a man cute. No, not in a million years.

So why was his heart pounding in his ears so much?

His heart wouldn’t calm down. His everything wouldn’t calm down. He couldn’t tear his eyes off the new manager boy in front of him, immersing himself in conversation with a blush to shake off the fact he was totally staring back. He couldn’t help but feel confused. For once, he felt jealous of Oikawa. Not because he wanted to be popular or stalked by fangirls or anything, but because this boy’s full attention would be on him, and not Shitty-Crappy-Stupidkawa.

Matsukawa snapped his fingers in front of Iwaizumi’s face, smirking when he threw his head back in surprise with the reddest face he’s ever seen him with. Iwaizumi blinked, blankly, trying to process what just happened, before somehow exploding into a deeper shade of red.

“Are you sick or something?” Matsukawa placed the back of his hand on Iwaizumi’s forehead jokingly. “Oh. Nevermind.”

“Wh...I-I...huh..?”

“You’re just gay.” Matsukawa wiped his hand on his practice shirt. “Super gay. Super highschool level gay. You were totally checking out Manager-kun there.”

Iwaizumi grabbed Matsukawa by the collar, shaking him around in hopes of shaking the truth out of him.

“I-I’m not!”

“First symptom: denial.”

“Shut up-!”

“E-excuse me…?” Iwaizumi stopped dead in his tracks. Matsukawa was one second away from bursting out into cackles at Iwaizumi’s impossibly pale face. They both slowly craned their necks towards the foreign voice. Iwaizumi suddenly forgot how to breathe.

He, ‘Manager-kun’, seemed more utterly breathtaking up close. He was standing right infront of Iwaizumi, looking directly at him with his attractive (e/c) eyes. He didn’t even realize when Matsukawa wormed out of his grasp.

“(L/n)-san, good afternoon.” Matsukawa bowed slightly. “My name’s Matsukawa Issei, by the way. Thank you again for being our manager. We look forward to working with you.”

“Ah...thank you.”

When Matsukawa looked back at Iwaizumi, expecting him to introduce himself, he caught Iwaizumi staring at him with goo-goo eyes and an equally confused, frozen-stiff expression from Manager-kun himself. They stared at each other, one from awkward silence and the other from pure, unadulterated gayness. Matsukawa rolled his eyes.

“Dude!” Matsukawa jabbed Iwaizumi in the side, making him snap out of his trance with a grunt. “Don’t be rude, introduce yourself to Manager-kun!”

Iwaizumi broke into a cold sweat. He turned back to ‘Manager-kun’, attempting to look as cool as possible.

“Y-yo...the name’s Iwaizumi HaJIMe-” Iwaizumi’s voice did not want to be on his side today. The betrayers that were his vocal cords cracked mid sentence, making Iwaizumi cough horrendously in hopes of covering it up. Mattsun looked like he was going to die holding in his laughter.

“Nice to meet you, Iwaizumi-kun,” Manager-kun grasped his hand in his own, and held it for a moment. “My name’s (L/n) (Y/n).”

He, (Y/n), flashed a small, friendly smile, and Iwaizumi was taken. With the way (Y/n) held his hand so tenderly, he could probably faint. He’d rather die than let go. It was so warm, his hands were so warm. God, he felt so soft inside.

“...Y’know, if you aren't feeling well, I can take you to the nurse’s office-”

“No-! It’s-it’s fine! I’m fine!” Iwaizumi sputtered, and he silently whined when (Y/n) pulled his hand back. He stepped back, and gave a small wave.

“That’s good, Iwaizumi-kun. Well, I just wanted to introduce myself to everyone. See you later, Matsukawa-kun. Iwaizumi-kun.” (Y/n) smiled again, and left to introduce himself to another teammate. Once (Y/n) was out of earshot, Matsukawa erupted into a fit of cackles.

“Pfft-ahahahahaha! Dude! Y-you-! Ahahahaha! You need to chill man! At this point everyone’s gonna know you went all-“ Mattsun mimicked Iwaizumi’s wide-eyed expression, bringing his hands together and pretending he was a moe schoolgirl. “Kyaaah! (L/n)-senpai is soooo handsome!”

“SHUUUUUT UPPPPPP!” Iwaizumi started kicking at Matsukawa’s shins and hitting his back, trying to silence his cackles and hope (Y/n) didn’t hear that. Or see the huge red blush on his cheeks.

Oikawa side-eyed Iwaizumi and Matsukawa from the net pole. His hands were still moving on setting up the net for practice, but his eyes were examining the two fellow third years roughhousing with each other. More specifically, the red that engulfed Iwaizumi’s face. Oikawa turned his attention back to the pole.

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‘Just do it!’

Those three words played on repeat in Iwaizumi’s mind for the past 2 weeks. And they seemed to get louder when Iwaizumi arrived to practice.

‘Just do it, Hajime!’

‘No!’ Iwaizumi thought back to himself, watching as (Y/n) greeted everyone who came through the club room door. He was standing outside, holding a box with supplies stuffed in it. Iwaizumi dreadfully neared the club room.

‘Do it! Now!’

‘No! Fuck no!’

“Ah! Hello again, Iwaizumi-kun-“

“No!” Iwaizumi blurted out. He was quick to cover his mouth, but the look of confusion that knitted (Y/n’s) face was enough to tell he had heard Iwaizumi loud and clear.

“Uh. I mean. Good mor-uh good afternoon, (L/n). Sorry bout’ that.” Iwaizumi trudged into the club room as nonchalantly as he could. But once the door closed, he slumped down to his knees.

“Something wrong, Iwa-chan?” Oikawa mused, slipping on his blue practice shirt over his head. “You look like shit.”

“Y-you’re one to talk, Shittykawa! Go die!”

“Uuu! How mean! Mean Iwa-chan!”

“Yeah yeah.” Iwaizumi hastily slipped into his practice clothes. Oikawa watched his face closely. It was redder than usual.

“Hey, Iwa-chan?”

Iwaizumi looked up from his knee pads, halting temporarily as he threaded them through his leg. “Mm?”

Oikawa opened his mouth, then glanced to the door where (Y/n) was standing outside of. Not yet. He didn’t have enough evidence yet.

“Never mind.” Oikawa rubbed the back of his head cutely.

——

Iwaizumi slumped down on the steps of the gym, heaving like he ran 13 miles. Well, he did. He watched as everyone came trickling back, Oikawa yelling praise as they all collapsed in front of the gym. Training runs across the block were tough. Especially after an exhausting practice match against each other.

“Good job, everyone!” Oikawa clasped his hands together. “Get some water, go rest, do whatever! We’re gonna do some serving and receiving practices, then we can take a break!”

The tuckered-out team choursed out a “Yessir!” before scattering about and doing their own things. Iwaizumi let his head loll back onto the concrete steps he was sitting on, closing his eyes and catching his unsteady breath.

“Iwaizumi-kun!”

Iwaizumi jolted up harshly, a blush adorning his features as his eyes snapped open. (Y/n) looked down at him with a small white towel in his hand and a water bottle in the other.

“I figured you needed some water or something so-I got you some stuff-!” (Y/n) promptly set the things down on Iwaizumi’s lap, though he’s not sure he noticed with the way he was staring at him so...strangely. Huh, that’s been happening for a while now.

Iwaizumi’s dazed look suddenly dissipated, his consciousness coming back to his eyes as he fumbled for the items slipping from his lap.

“Oh! Thank you...dude…! You’re…you’re...cool...f-for that…!”

Iwaizumi shot finger guns at his (Y/n). His crush. Fucking finger guns. He wouldn’t mind if he took his finger guns and shoved it so far up his a-

“It’s no problem!” (Y/n) shot finger guns back, before flexing an arm and patting his bicep. “It’s what a manager is for! Makin’ sure you boys are alright.”

“I’m gonna go fill up some more water bottles...l stopped and filled one up for you first because you looked thirsty…”

(Y/n) ran off. “See you!” He called from a distance, before disappearing from sight. Iwaizumi waved back with a blank expression on his face.

His legs felt like jelly. Not only because he ran 13 miles non-stop, but because of how whipped he became for manager-kun (Y/n) in the span of only a week or two.

Oikawa hummed to himself knowingly, watching Iwaizumi slump back onto the concrete steps with a hand in his heart.

——

“Iwa-chan, Iwa-chan, Iwa-chan!”

“No! No! No!”

“But why?!” Oikawa exasperatedly yelled, dramatically blocking the door leading outside the club room. It was just him, Iwa-chan, Mattsun, and Makki. Makki and Mattsun sat on the floor of the club room like they were expecting Iwaizumi to come in, and from the way they didn’t try to stop Oikawa from blocking the door, they knew the same things he did.

“Let me out shithead!” Iwaizumi clawed at Oikawa’s arms. Oikawa, as twinkish and childish as he seems, was actually stronger than he looked.

Eventually, Iwaizumi stepped back to take a breather. Matsukawa and Hanamaki took that as their chance to secure him, as Hanamaki grabbed Iwaizumi by the torso and wrapped his whole body around him.

He held him as secure as he could while he thrashed around, waiting till Matsukawa hurriedly set up a foldable chair and brought out some rope. Hanamaki dragged Iwaizumi to the chair, ignoring his pleads of “Let me go!” or “Y’all will pay for this-I swear!” As he forcefully sat him down.

He held his hands to the back of the chair as Matsukawa tied him up as quick as he could.

“Oi! What the fuck!” Iwaizumi kicked at Matsukawa as he circled him with the rope.

“It’s for your own good, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa piped up from his spot blocking the door. He didn’t want to move from the door until Iwaizumi was fully immobilized, just in case he tried to run for it.

“Like hell it is-ack!” Matsukawa tightened the rope. “Ease up, will you! God damn!”

“Sorry, sorry.” Matsukawa, in fact, did not ease up. He tied the rope into multiple tight knots, making it virtually impossible to somehow slip out of them. Iwaizumi squirmed around in his restraints as the chair was rotated facing away from the door, and towards Hanamaki and Matsukawa.

Oikawa sighed triumphantly, and backed away from the door. He clasped his hands together.

“So nice of you to finally join our discussion, Iwa-chan.”

“Literally suck my dick then go practice receives on a nearby building and fall to your death.”

Oikawa feigned offense to Iwaizumi’s words. Hanamaki chuckled, while Matsukawa shut Iwaizumi up by tugging at the rope’s end he was holding in his hands.

“Isn’t this illegal? Like-somewhere in the world?”

“It isn’t right now~” Oikawa sung, before becoming laughably serious. “Now! We need some answers!”

“More like you couldn’t contain your curiosity or ask Iwaizumi like a normal person.”

“Makki! You’re supposed to be on my side!” Oikawa blurbed, before coughing and regaining his cool integrator vibe. “Anyways!” Oikawa snapped harshly at Iwaizumi.

“You! Have a! Crush! On Manager-chan!”

Iwaizumi choked on his own spit. He turned away dumbly, with a coy look on his face.

“Dunno what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play dumb! We all see the looks you give him! ‘Fess up, Iwa-chan! You’re absolutely totally whipped for (Y/n)-chan!”

Iwaizumi stiffened. “Since when were you two on a first name basis-!”

“See?! You got mad when I called (L/n)-kun by his first name!”

“That doesn’t mean anything!” Iwaizumi barked. He was starting to sweat now. Were these restraints always so stuffy? “I was just wondering why you called him that!”

Oikawa stuck his tongue out. “Just say you like him we’ll let you go~!”

“Never! No way in hell!”

Oikawa gasped. He pointed dramatically at Iwaizumi. “So you do admit it! You’re totally in love with Manager-kun but you don’t wanna say it!”

“Wh-?!” Iwaizumi sputtered. He kicked around in his restraints, making Matsukawa tug at the rope again. He was thrashing around so much he didn’t hear the door open. “When did I-“

“When did I ever say I had a big ass fuckin’ crush on (L/n) that it made me question my whole sexuality?! But that I couldn’t care less since he’s so...so nice and cute and-fuck!”

Matsukawa and Hanamaki paled. They seemed to be looking at something behind Iwaizumi. Oikawa was still listening intently to Iwaizumi’s confession, not noticing whatever it was those two were staring at.

“Fuck! Fuck! I wanna grab his stupid face and kiss him all over! Fuck! Why is (Y/n) so cute! I wanna call him by his first name too! I wanna hug him and do things boyfriends do too! Fuck! I’m so-“

Oikawa’s eye eventually trailed up from Iwaizumi. He locked eyes with whatever was there, then immediately copied the same panicked ‘we’re dead’ look Hanamaki and Matsukawa had. He looked back at Iwaizumi with a sweaty, pale face.

“H-hey, Iwa-chan, that’s enough-you proved your point-“

“-I’M SO FUCKING GAY FOR (Y/N) IT HURTS!”

The three boys flinched, looking behind Iwaizumi with the same look you’d give when you got caught doing something bad. Iwaizumi was breathing heavily, slouched on his chair after his whole explosion of a confession. He looked at the three third years, who weren’t even looking back at him.

“...what? This is what you guys wanted right? To admit that I like (L/n-“

“I-Iwaizumi, you might wanna shut up…” Hanamaki said, his voice trembly. Matsukawa and Oikawa nodded.

“No! Why are y’all acting so weird! You guys were all up my ass about it, and now you’re telling me to shut up?!”

Matsukawa silently spun his chair around slowly, towards the door so he could see what they were all staring at.

“Honestly, if y’all weren’t expecting me to actually…confess…t-to…yooouuu…”

Iwaizumi’s voice progressively died down as he locked eyes with (Y/n), standing by the door with the reddest shocked face he’d ever seen. It was Iwaizumi’s turn to go pale.

“Uh...I-I heard...screaming...f-from the club room and...and I wanted to see if you guys were ok...um.” (Y/n) awkwardly swung his hands around, before letting them rest behind his back. “So…”

“Do you...really wanna ‘kiss me all over’ and do boyfriend-y stuff together…? With me…?”

Iwaizumi said nothing. He started squirming madly in his binds, trying to look anywhere else but (Y/n).

“Let me out let me out let me out let me out-!“

Iwaizumi only wriggled and kicked harder when (Y/n) started approaching him.

“LETMEOUTLETMEOUTLETME-uu-?”

(Y/n) balled up his fists, resting them rigidly on Iwaizumi’s lap as he clumsily pressed a kiss to his lips. His eyes were clamped shut, unlike Iwaizumi’s, who were wide open. He felt (Y/n) push closer, to which he let his body give in and relax, closing his eyes and tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

Matsukawa wolf-whistled, while Hanamaki yelled things like ‘Get it, Iwaizumi!’. Oikawa smiled triumphantly once more, clapping quietly. “Bravo! Yay Iwa-chan!”

Iwaizumi’s eyes were half-lidded as began to pull away. He let out a shaky sigh, watching Iwaizumi take breathless breaths in. Oikawa was still clapping in the background.

“Yay! Yaaaay Iwa-chan! Iwa-chan is happy and I fulfilled my promise! (L/n) will be Manager-kun for forever!”

Iwaizumi snapped out of his dazed trance to glare at Oikawa in confusion. “Huh?”

“Ara?” Oikawa tilted his head. (Y/n) caught on, and started violently shaking his head ‘no’, as well as flailing his arms around trying to shut him up.

“You don’t know why (L/n)-kun decided to join the club?”

Iwaizumi shook his head. (Y/n) whimpered slightly and covered his face in his hands.

“I told (L/n)-kun that if he became our manager, I’d find a way to get you to fall in looove with him. But it looks like I didn’t need to do anything~”

Oikawa chuckled. “He really only joined for you, y’know. When I went up to talk to him about being a manager, his eyes lit up and he said, and I quote: ‘I’ll do it if you set me up with your friend Iwaizumi-kun and get him to fall for me-! Kyaaa! Iwaizumi-kun is so tall dark and handsom-ow!”

Oikawa was abruptly cut off when Iwaizumi kicked him in the leg, as it was the only thing he could reach while he was still tied up. Iwaizumi turned to the side with a blushy pout.

“Y-you’re embarrassing him, idiot.”

“Aww look. He’s enjoying this.” Matsukawa snickered. Hanamaki chuckled as quietly as he could, both trying not to get kicked in the leg like Oikawa did. (Y/n) sank to the floor, defeated.

“Why did you tell Iwaizumi-kun...that’s so embarrassing…” (Y/n) groaned from the ground. He was still covering his face, so he didn’t notice when Matsukawa started untying Iwaizumi, or when Iwaizumi squatted down and placed his hand on top of (Y/n’s) head.

(Y/n) made a noise of surprise as Iwaizumi patted his head with a blushy scowl.

“S’ only fair that I know… I was pretty embarrassed too when you heard all those things I said about you... Eye for an eye and shit…”

(Y/n) said nothing as Iwaizumi continued to pat his head. They said nothing for a while, before Matsukawa silently whispered to Oikawa.

“Wait, if you knew that (L/n)-kun liked Iwaizumi, why did you look so scared when he walked in? You knew they liked each other.”

“Ah.” Oikawa rubbed the back of his head, watching as Iwaizumi and (Y/n) shyly exchanged phone numbers.

“I was scared that Iwa-chan was going to murder me.”

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