#gods i was so nervous i could barely squeak out a 'thank you' as he signed my playbills

[phantom-of-notre-dame]

Thinking about the time Josh Groban was concerned about me getting a paper cut on my scalp

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Vash being flustered by compliments, acting like a total loser please? Lots of “Buwuhh?! uhhh I- That’s really kind of you to-” or him spilling his drink, stumbling on nothing and trying to laugh it off, moments would be extremely appreciated. 🙏♥️

Aweeee thanks for this request!

(note I wrote this with Tristamp Vash in mind)

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"You know..your laugh is adorable."

In an instant, Vash fell into silence, the tips of his ears turning a pinkish hue as he stared at you from across the table. With a drink in one hand, he shakily set it down--only to clumsily spilling small droplets onto the flat surface.

But he tried to play it cool by propping his elbow over the mess, smiling. "Ahaha..thanks. That's...actually very nice of you to say. Most people think my laughs are "evil", but-"

"Oh that's nonsense." You leaned over a bit, smirking as you could see the nervous sweat beginning to manifest along your partner's hairline. "That's because they don't know what genuine laughter is. One as joyous as yours is so hard to come by these days. You've been through a lot. Endured things that would easily kill a person's spirit. And here you are, still finding ways to laugh and smile and see the good in others."

"Well..I..I think I deserve to do that every once in a while."

"Of course you do. Your smiles are brighter than the damn sun...and your hair, for that matter. But all that kindness and hope? Your emphasis on "love and peace"? That's attractive."

Your wink is what nearly sent the Humanoid Typhoon over the edge, as he squeaked in surprise at your words, before noticing Meryl, Roberto, and Wolfwood at their own table, having a chat about the worms in the sand and sky...only for their gazes to land on him.

Knowing smirks appeared on their faces when they realized what was going on.

You were flustering the hell out of Vash.

It only made his growing blush worsen, and he sheepishly threw his hood over his head to hide it, turning back to you. "Th-They're watching us, you know.." He mumbled.

"So what? Let them watch. They already know how smitten you are over me, anyway." You chuckled and reached a hand out. His advanced prosthetic fingers instinctively reached back, intertwining their coldness with your warmth. "I love your arm, too. It's amazing, perfect...just like you, honey."

"Ah...! Thank you...h-honey. Haha.." At this point, he knew he lost the war..you were just too damn good at this. Pushing away your compliments was useless now, so he resolved to just covering his face with his free hand.

His heart was hammering uncontrollably, and for once in his life..it wasn't due to the adrenaline of fleeing from gun-totting bandits or cyborgs.

It was because of love.

The very thing he hoped to stand for.

Ever since getting together with Vash, and learning how hard he often was on himself..you made it your mission to let him know how much you adored him.

He was afraid you'd be scared off by the bounty on his head, or the fact he had to constantly be on the move...or that a whole town could turn on him at the drop of a hat....or that twin brother of his would find you two.

But you've made it clear time and time again that you weren't leaving his side no matter what, and by god you were sticking to that promise even when he attempted to push you away a few times before.

You'd go anywhere in No Man's Land, unless it wasn't with him.

The moment he realized you're in this for the long run, you helped him let his guard down a little, defending his name and trying to show him common traditions of human couples--or at least..whichever ones you could recreate on this planet.

Even when you weren't around him, people would ask what "horrors" you've faced during your encounters with the "terrifying" Vash the Stampede, imagining you barely escaping with your life while he smiles and laughs at the mass destruction and death that surrounds him..

But what they don't know (and probably never will) is that his smiles and laughs were simply the products of your endless ways of complimenting him...such as right now.

You had this man--who had the power to bring down an empire if he wanted to--stammering over his words, acting incredibly shy, and being unusually giggly. And he's barely touched a drop of liquor since your small group stopped in the bar for refuge from the desert heat.

Some of the patrons wondered how drunk he was to be acting the way he did, while others looked upon you two with fondness, now convinced that love may not be dead just yet.

As long as Vash was here, that will continue to exist, and you'll be there to show him that he's worthy of it, too.

[punktactical]

⋆୨୧˚  PERVERT !

sanji ; catches his roommate taking photos of him, proceeds to get turned on.

⋆ " hello!! okay, so, I got OBSESSED with the perverted sanji and perverted reader fic😫😫 I wanted to request kind of the opposite ?? reader getting caught getting off to photos of sanji, and they end up doing it ?? sorry if it's generic ANYWAYS I love your blogggggg <3333 "

WARNINGS ; fem!reader , pervert!reader , virgin!reader, first time , unprotected , dirty talk , dacryphilia , praise , vaginal sex , shower sex , sanji is also a perv lawl ..

A/N ; srry for the hiatus ,, im back tho hehe. thank you for the request !!

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THIS HAD BECOME A ROUTINE.

a very wrong routine.

long story short - you'd sneak photos of sanji in the shower and then go get off to them. simple as that. yeah it was wrong, but you couldn't help it. he was hot but he was also your roommate so it could never be anything more.

today was nothing new, sanji came home from work, exhausted as usual. you'd go 'prepare' dinner as he took a shower.

waiting in the kitchen, you'd listen attentively for the sound of water running, before grabbing your phone and sneaking into the bathroom. you were seriously starting to feel bad, but you were in too deep now. twisting the doorknob ever so slowly, you pushed the door open, not a lot so he couldn't feel the cold from the outside rush in.

through the foggy glass of the shower, you could barely see his lean figure, water running down his shoulders, all the way down to his ankles. you shuddered, shaking your head quickly before opening the camera to your phone. you always made sure to silence the shudder sound on your phone, to avoid being caught, of course. if you ever got caught, you'd probably jump off a building.

climbing onto the toilet seat, you peeked over the shower just enough to catch a glimpse of sanji. god, you almost had a nosebleed. gasping softly at the sight, you turn away quickly, looking away in shame. how could you do this? to your roommate? you had to be some sick pervert to do this.

which is exactly what you are.

with a shaky hand, you hold your phone up over the shower, making sure that sanji's eyes were closed at the time. sucking in a breath, your fingers pinch at the screen, zooming in on him. biting your lip, you click the capture button, heart sinking the very next moment.

CLICK ! ⋆

if god existed, he was cruel.

cruel to perverts like you.

scrambling off of the toilet seat, you trip, falling onto the floor quickly. catching your breath, you try to get up, failing at the sound of the shower being turned off. crawling over to the door, you're about to open in until sanji opens the shower door.

you couldn't make out his expression, tears covering your vision. maybe you would've come up with an explanation if it weren't the heat beginning to pool between your legs. "s- sanji, i can explain!!" you squeal, jumping to your feet. you began to blabber about stupid things, excuses that made no sense, all while your phone was still open on the camera app, lying on the toiler seat.

sanji gulped, sniffing back a nosebleed. you're expression, paired with the nervous tears, made his cock stir. he bit his lip, watching as you rambled. he was literally exposing his body to you, why were you apologizing? he knew you were taking photos of him, he just could never bring it up to you.

your blabber died down as the tears finally rolled. you sniffled, your gaze now wracking sanji's whole body. his toned muscles, v-line, and a hardened dick made you red in the face. smacking a hand over your face, you squeak. "fuck- i'm so sorry! i'm such a freak!" turning around, you hand slams onto the doorknob, trying to pull it open. unfortunately, it seemed it was jammed.

"it's fine."

you shriek as you feel sanji's hands land on your shoulders, the water sinking into your shirt. "i like that you were taking photos of me, 'kay? and as you saw, i have a problem." you gulp, his hands moving from your shoulders down your arms, rubbing them lightly. the 'problem' pressed up against you, rubbing against your ass. you both gasp at the contact, sanji bit back a moan while you fight off the urge to whimper. "just fucking help me already." he groaned, already lifting up your shirt.

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which is how you ended up in the shower with sanji, one leg lifted over his shoulder while the other was held up by his arm.

clothes were scattered on the tile floor, long forgotten. water slid down your back, glistening in the light.

his cock teased your clit, sliding back and forth between your slick folds. fat tears rolled down your cheeks, red from all the crying. "fuck- i forgot you're a virgin.. so fucking hot." he whispered the last part, biting his lip as he slapped his dick on your pussy. you sobbed, head hung low. he nestled his face into your neck, kissing along your jawline. "shh.. i'll go slow, such a pretty little thing .." he muttered, kissing your tears away. his hand gripped his cock, guiding it inside of you.

your breath hitched at the stretch, watching as his cock slowly sunk into your pretty pink pussy. sanji watched your face attentively, adoring the way your round eyes were wide with wonder. he almost felt bad he was your first.

he can't wait any longer. sanji grumbles, finally thrusting all the way into you.

you threw your head back with a sob, crying incoherent things. sanji sighs at the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing him, hiding his face in your neck. "sssanji, it's hurts..." you sniffle, wrapping your arms around his neck. you can feel him smile against your skin, making you shudder in delight. "shhh, you just need time to adjust.. you can take it."

over the course of a few minutes, you have been reduced to a whiny and whimpering mess, pathetic.

sanji sighed, rocking his hips back and forth slowly. he watched your expression of pleasure, teary eyed and drooling, just barely being able to take his cock. he wanted nothing more than to just fuck you deep and good, show you what you've been masturbating to. alas, he knows you've never taken real dick before and you need time.

it seemed you noticed his frustration though. you try to move your hips, but he clicks his tongue at you. your eyes meet and he smiles softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "i don't think you can take it." he chuckles, moving his hips slowly, watching his cock move in and out of you. with a frustrated whine, you move your leg from his shoulder to his backside. you do the same with your other leg, wrapping around his torso and pulling him in closer. "please fuck me, sanji. oh god- please.." hearing your words turned him on. "shit- are you sure?" you nod frantically and that was enough for him.

his pace was steady at first, pumping himself inside of your velvety walls. your choked sobs and cries made him dizzy. he wanted to cum later, to make this experience special for you, but god he could barely hold back with the way you cried, begging him to fuck you deeper. the longer he went, the sloppier his pace got. you felt this funny feeling in your tummy, whining into sanji's neck. "sssanji! i'm gonna- i think i'm gonna cum, oh fuck!" sanji practically busted inside of you right at that moment. his hand quickly traveled to your clit, his thumb rubbing the senstivie bud in swift circles. the pressure against your clit and the way his cock nestled deep inside had you cumming in a matter of seconds. "cum, please cum on my cock, god you're so beautiful-!" he pleaded, pressing himself deeper into you. 

"please cum, gorgeous. i need to feel you cum on my cock- oh fuck!" the funny feeling in your tummy snapped, making you shriek in delight. sanji growled, fucking you through your orgasm. "just like that- shit...!"

he pulls himself out of you quickly, gripping his cock and pumping it swiftly. you watched with teary eyes as he pumped his load out onto your stomach, drizzling down your wet skin. you both huff in silence, trying to regain your breath. "i-i'm so gross, sorry sanji.." you start, sniffling. he shushed you, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. mumbling against your lips, he grins.

"i knew you were taking pictures of me, i guess i should've made a move first."

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[starzshopoflove]

Simon "ghost" Riley x Reader

Notes: fem reader! i hc ghost doesn't wear a mask when he's off duty, this is just whatever rot my mouse brain creates, age gap but not to crazy, sfw mostly ,size kink if you squint, literally just me projecting onto reader sorry

no thoughts just ghost meeting cute little civvie reader in a shop when he's just trying to get his shopping done after coming back from a mission just wanting to fill his fridge with enough beer and groceries that vaguely resemble food

Simon watching you struggle to reach the flour from a set high shelf in the aisle, grumbling to yourself about "who fucking needs flour anyway" still trying to reach it and he just pluck it off the shelf and drops it in your cart before making his way to another aisle and your just left looking stupid watching this giant trudge away with a little blue tesco basket in tow

Simon who notices you at the same book shop he frequents, but your perched behind the counter doing god knows what ( vaguely resembles inventory but hey do what you will) calculator in hand as he peeks from behind a bookshelf trying to remember where he's seen you before.

Civvie reader who passes her days working quietly in a book shop and living in a simple one room flat indulging her romantic needs in fiction too nervous to actually talk to men, fictional ones satisfying her needs better. That is until you see some books on the counter sliding over to scan them.

"Your total's 23.55" you mumble looking at the screen "Cash or Card?" you add before lifting your head to meet the brick wall of a muscle man. Oh OH, no thoughts as you just stare at his pecs in your line of sight thanking whatever god you believe in for the sight before you, better then anything your little brain could muster up even with the detailed descriptions authors would spit out onto the pages you read

You violently peel your eyes away from the most beautiful pair of man tits you've ever seen to see what man was the owner, and by god do you wish you werent so bad around men. I mean the wind practically got knocked out of your lungs as you let out a barely audible squeak watching this man fish in his pockets for his wallet

Messy blonde hair that was in that weird phase of curly but not really, a nose that looks like its seen a good fight, deep set brown eyes, and a few healed scars settled on the skin. Aged but like wine, a really really fine wine

"Right, cash" His hands fiddling through the wallet to pull out the bank notes, while you prayed you didnt look like a hunger dog staring at his hands as they placed the cash on the counter.

Simon who watches the little bookshop employee look like she just got punched in the gut and was trying not groan as she quickly rang him up, Do i smell? he thinks to himself

Simon who watches your smaller hands shuffle the cash into the register, noting how they're free of calluses, nailed neat and slightly grown, soft.

Simon who leaves the bookstore thinking of a excuse to go again tomorrow, not to see the bookshop girl or anything, he has his reasons!! he just hasn't thought of it yet!!

You start looking up from your notes for your class when the shop bell jingles hoping to see the mystery man whos built exactly like your favorite webcomic character but with the gruff and mature aura of that mc from the game your friend made you play that you cant quite remember. Only disappointed when its just another customer , until later in the day the man returns again.

But its much later in the day and you've switched on the shops warm lights, turning off the ac letting the place warm up as you hear the door jingle again, mystery man making his way to the counter your eyes following his every step, meaty thighs

You who perks up when his forearms settle at the counter suddenly eyes locking onto yours and suddenly very glad you tidied up a bit today, tinted chapstick, perfume, cleaner turtle neck, lashes, lipgloss, earrings ahm

"Tesco" he grumbles out unmoving

"what" well thats not what you were expecting to hear

"You were the girl , couldnt reach the flour yeah?" oh that was him

"Oh, that was you? thank you?" oh what the fuck were you supposed to say?? oh thank you freakishly tall man who watched me struggle?? let me take your whole cock in my mouth while you call me a good pet feeding your meaty length down my throat??

"Yeah" Simon didnt think to much on what to do now, gaze getting awkward now that hes got his confirmation

"Did you need anything" you finally broke the silence, god its fuckin tense in here and hes so close, you wanna just get a sniff but thats hardly workplace behavior doesn't matter if its your dads shop or not.

"Mhm, ye got any cook books?"

"yeah, section 12, shelf 9" whos he cooking for? his wife? i dont see a ring? maybe a long time girlfriend?? who wouldnt snatch up this actual beefcake

"Thanks, tryna cook something new for myself. Flats been quiet" He mumbled like speaking too much would give him a headache

SImon purchased his books same stare at the girls hand like last time as she took his money. God do something you look like a creep staring at this poor girls hands.

"Got a notepad luv?" again that same punched face returned, is she alright? he thought to himself

Oh he just called me luv oh fuck dont wheeze dont wheeze just hand him the pen and paper like a good employee, come on. Oh god dont stare at his arms, are those tattoos oh my god

Sliding back the notepad simon made pace of grabbing his cook book a slipping out the shop just as quick as he went in

You who looked at the notepad almost slipping back out of your chair

"Simon 44 xxx xxx xxx"

Children were singing, the angels sang their songs, the trees regrew in that parking lot down the street, healthcare in america was just made free, and you just got the phone number of a man built like a double door fridge that you have every intention of climbing

[salemofthe0pera]

you against yourself ; mark lee smau

[viii tequila rose]

mark genuinely thought if God zapped him right then and there he'd be fine with it. after many awkward introductions the group settled into cliques amongst the living room. renjun, winter and hyuck took the couch closer to the wall whilst chenle, jeno and jaemin took the one adjacent to it. jisung took the liberty of the recliner in the corner, stretching out his limbs across the faux leather and loudly claiming his height meant he got a seat to himself. for whatever reason that could correlate...

which left mark with the floor which just so happened to be where y/n had perched herself as she wanted to save all the comfy seats for her guests. mark swallowed thickly, his nerves and saliva chasing down his throat as he stiffly sat a distance away from the girl.

y/n gave him a side glance, confusedly noticing his stiffness. she scooted over, tossing a blanket over the pair and leaned back against the couch. "we had history freshman year together."

"yeah haha, you're right." mark gulped, his voice coming out a shaky squeak.

"and english sophomore year."

there was the kicker. mark squeezed his eyes shut, an embarrassed flush covering his cheeks. he reached behind to scratch his neck and then subconsciously touch his nose.

"your nose seems better, that's good."

mark laughed at her sarcasm, feeling a weight off his shoulders as he turned to look at y/n. "thanks, i'm mark."

"yeah dude, I know." she snickered, shaking his outstretched hand.

her smile was familiar and warm to him. a sense of relief washed over him and they both turned to look at the tv as the movie, that chenle forced everyone to agree on, started playing.

his thoughts wandered as the characters moved across the screen. his junior year had been a blur of homework and music, it seemed like he barely had time for himself anymore. he couldn't remember the last time he'd hung out with friends or relaxed in the slightest. the hobby that used to be an escape had turned into something he wanted to escape from. he sighed softly, zoning back into reality as the climax of the movie began. he stood from his seat, moving to the kitchen to get some water and stretch his legs.

y/n was perched on the counter when he turned the corner, legs tucked underneath her in a criss crossed position. her sweater swallowed her frame as she drank a steaming drink from a halloween snoopy mug.

"you okay?" she asked mark, looking up from her phone.

"umm, yeah im uh im okay." he breathed. "was just gonna get some water."

y/n nodded, opening the cabinet behind her and grabbing him a cup. mark curled his lip up at the batman emblem plastered on the side.

"what? you a superman fan or something?" y/n laughed at his disdain.

"spiderman is more my forte." mark smiled, taking several gulps of water. he polished the glass, going back in for another cup.

y/n laughed softly through her nose, gesturing to his shirt with a quirk of her eyebrow. "yeah I can see that."

mark froze, glancing down at his shirt to see his spiderman graphic tee. he mentally faced palmed, he'd totally forgotten to change out of his shirt before heading over.

"the fit is a tad atrocious." y/n smiled into her mug.

mark laughed, looking at his clothes the back up at her. a big, red spiderman t-shirt hung over his baggy cargo shorts. the blue nike dunks on his feet did not match his red crew socks. he kind of did look a bit ridiculous he thought, like a mess of spray paint graffiti.

"okay okay, maybe I did forget to change but at least my outfit has color. some of us look like an endless void." mark joked, gesturing to the all black ensemble y/n was wearing.

y/n raised an eyebrow, a smile dancing on her lips. she fluttered her black knitted sweater with her free hand. "what's wrong with black?"

mark flushed, scratching his scalp once more, a nervous tic he'd had since middle school. along with picking at his shoelaces and pant hems, hence the frayed ends of all of his pairs of bottoms. "nothing dude, I like it. I think it's cool."

y/n smiled again, content with the response and hopped down from the kitchen counter. "your hair makes up for the atrocious clothing choices so I guess its fine. come on we're gonna miss the ending of the movie."

with that she breezed past him, leaving him to think once more. they'd known of each other for awhile now, mutual friends and shared classes however weren't enough to connect the fully.

he hadn't spoken to her since english, pre-nose break. once sophomore midterm exams ended she didn't really talk to anyone around her anymore. mark had study groups with the grungy girl but he never had the chance to get to know her. suddenly always so closed off and reserved, she only talked to her roommates and occasionally their mutual alumni friend taeyong.

mark placed his cup in the sink, running a hand through his fresh black undercut. she said his hair was cool.

"gi, i swear it wasn't on purpose girl. come over right now!" winter said into her phone as mark circled back to the living room, she flashed a peace sign and duck lips at the boy before talking into her phone again. she hung up on the mystery caller with a kiss before padding back over to the group. they'd finished the movie, now chatting amongst each other.

"the queen giselle is on the way everyone!" winter announced, her sweater paws raised in the air.

chenle perked up from his seat, and by seat he was sprawled across jaemin and jeno's laps. he glared at winter and then huffed dramatically. "oh hell no, she and I have beef."

"yeah, beef because she rightfully slapped you because you said her contour was 'giving tire marks'." y/n hummed, she had taken the open spot on the couch beside renjun.

"okay? so what if it was, she needed to blend it."

y/n rolled her eyes, sipping the last of the contents in her mud before reaching over to give chenle a soft hit on the top of his head. he yelped dramatically, and flopped across an unsuspecting jaemin's lap. he whipped his phone from his pocket, opening his camera and then pointed behind jaemin at the wall.

"yo, jaemin whats over there?"

jaemin's dumbass turns, unsuspecting of the rapture that's about to happen, hears a shutter click! he freezes, slowly turning back around to look at chenle. there's an unmistakable look of utter disbelief and anger in his eyes and then he lunges at chenle.

"oh you bitch!"

a shrill scream erupts from chenle as jaemin tackles him to the ground. chaos and noise bursts from everyone in 9301 as half the group laughed and records and the other, responsible, half attempt to break them apart.

"word star!!!" jisung laughs, recording the pair of boys as they scuffled on the carpet.

y/n has a tight grip on jaemin's shoulders, hugging him form behind. "ill shave you bald if you dont stop!" she threatens.

"do it! it'll take care of the cowlicks!" chenle giggles behind mark earning a slap upside the head from jeno.

a knock on the door interrupts the noise, everyone freezing to stare at the dark, wooden door.

winter hops up to open it, revealing a newly ginger haired giselle holding a bottle of tequila rose in one hand and her duffel bag of a purse in the other. "mother has arrived bebes!"

y/n drops jaemin to the floor, he hits the ground with a thud and a groan as the culprit practically jumped giselle. the ginger squealed, hugging both her friends before ushering herself into the living room.

"I brought tequila rose so we could play a game." she said happily, setting the black bottle down on the coffee table with a giant thud.

renjun gave her a side eye, inspecting the unopened bottle of liquor before nodding in mock approval.

"wait isn't this the shit that tastes like peptobismal." jaemin piped up from his place on the floor.

"no you bitch, it tastes like strawberries and cream." gigi retorted, grabbing 9301's collection of shot glasses from the kitchen.

giiselle was once a tenet of 9301, moving out over the summer to live down the road in a townhouse with her boyfriend and friend karina. jaemin was a fortunate replacement however, y/n always said meeting the man at their old job was a stroke of luck from God Himself.

"tequila rose tastes like my pussy." winter ( attempted more like) whispered to giselle with a stifled laugh. earning a chorus of groans and words of disgust, making winter and giselle laugh harder.

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[9.24] {hey gang I added giselle bc I need mother representation besides renjun, also # plot is forming}

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[gallant-basilisk]

Hello may I request Poly Todobakudeku with a reader who has a deer personality like they are Shy, sensitive, interested in nature, gentle, innocent and unique. They can sense danger and fear of getting hurt so due to being scared of getting harm they will actually obey their commands. Thank you !

*Insert objectively funny/ relatable commentary about the request*

Reader has a sort-of future-seeing quirk, where they can foresee danger, though there's only so much you can do with knowledge alone...

TW for a little creepiness (nothing major)

"Y/N!" Your name rang out from an angry mouth somewhere from the depths of the darkness, a boyish chuckle following it up as careful, calculated steps approached. Closer and closer...

You'd find Bakugou to be quite intimidating on any day, really, but today... What you feel isn't fear or a bit of nervousness – it's terror. The way his voice reverberates in your ears, the lingering anger and frustration painfully clear as you swallow down a nervous squeak, crawling on the floor pathetically. Your eyes flick to the mass of dark shadows of desks and tables between you, the only barrier blocking the blond from noticing your shaking form making an escape.

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Thump.

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Thump.

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Thump.

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You could feel the steps he took, each time his foot landed on the ground with a soft thump, ever closer to you – in the back of your mind, a voice screeches at you and you listen without a second thought. You spring on your feet and gracefully run over to the nearest door, which you enter and slam shut – the small plaque falling down from its front from the force, Midoriya Izuku.

You fumble to lock the door, but the moment the lock clicks you feel a certain weight lifted off your chest, releasing a relieved breath... Only to then hear that voice, your instinct once more scream at you. An image flashes before your eyes, a certain voice speaking to you... The warmth of a body pressed against yours...

And then you hear the soft thump of a step – you know, without having to turn around, who it is. This moment played out in your mind like a film only a second before – Midoriya calls out to you, your name rolling off his tongue with a lingering sweetness and adoration as his form stops behind you, his hot breath hitting the back of your neck in a disturbingly intimate fashion. He takes another step forward, his firm chest flush against your back, taking in, inhaling your floral scent as his cheek rests on your shoulder, his nose brushing against your neck as he reaches one hand to wrap around your waist, the other to the lock. He unlocks it softly, but the click rings in the back of your head like an alarm, barely registering his murmured words laced with madness. "Is it your natural smell, little lamb? The scent of flowers and fresh air... I never thought I could love a smell so much. God, even your sweat is so–– ugh~ I wish I could smell you forever..." He chuckles, his breath on your skin giving you goosebumps.

Not even a moment passes before the handle turns down and softly opens, a certain blond coming into your view. A smirk rests on his face, his eyes narrowing down at you with a mixture of excitement and disappointment... He wanted to chase you, to hunt you down, so the fact that you got caught so easily made him feel a tad disappointed in you. But the way you looked at him, with that doe-like twinkle in your bright and soft eyes, made his own gaze soften, a cocky scoff leaving him. Even if your gaze was only filled with fear, that didn't bother him.

"I guess you were right, Deku... To think it'd be so easy to lure you into our trap..." He says calmly, with an underlying excitement, waiting for any sudden escape attempt from you, the palms of his hands crackling and glowing in the otherwise dark room. "Didn't even need Icy-hot in the end!" He adds with a chuckle, his tone as mocking as usual, but... Far more terrifying than you usually perceived.

Midoriya simply hums as he takes one more deep breath, then detaches himself from you, his scarred hands ghosting over your waist as he pulls them back.

You're free... In the technical sense at least. But even without anyone here to physically hold you down you still don't dare move, sandwiched between the two... Your feet feel stuck, like they planted themselves into the floor – as shaky as they are –, your entire body frozen in place as the voice in the back of your mind keeps meekly whispering – escape, run away. Though strangely enough that little voice that always screams in the face of danger and killing intent is now whispering inside your head, confused by the lack of it. It seems even your otherwise reliable quirk cannot comprehend being hunted, yet not facing lethal danger, though that doesn't offer you any confidence for a chance to escape unscathed. The subtle crackle popping from Bakugou's palm make your muscles stiffen, nervous about the prospect of receiving a hit from him...

You peer over your shoulder, listening intently as Midoriya pulls out his phone and taps on the screen for an agonizing minute before returning his attention to you. "Aww, what's wrong?" A soft laugh escaped his lips, smiling creepily as his gaze met your nervous one. His eyes scanned you from head to toe, nodding to Bakugou to communicate something. You remain silent, swallowing down the forming lump in your throat, clasping your hands together and pressing them against your chest as a way to show you weren't planning to do anything that might warrant them to become physical. Bakugou rolls his eyes at this, while Midoriya just smiles at you, the same innocent smile he always flashed at everyone... Stomach churning.

You didn't dare move your feet, not even shifting your stance. You wanted to look harmless, so that they wouldn't harm you.

That was your fear – pain. One might call you cowardly for such a pathetic fear, but you're not dumb, you know nobody wants to be hurt, especially if it is something that can be avoided. Especially not you... Besides, you went through enough before in your life – if these men had no intentions to hurt you, physically at least, then you'd be a fool to try to escape and risk changing their mind. Not that you'd have much of a chance anyway, three versus one, and one of those three is someone who has analyzed the hell out of you and your quirk and can always use it against you – yeah, you have no chance for escaping them. That doesn't make this fact any easier to accept, no matter how much sense it all makes, it's still a shitty thing, but you figure it's better to keep these sorts of thoughts to yourself.

You release a shaky breath, looking between Bakugou and Midoriya anxiously, confused as the two seem to be waiting for something. The tense silence is eventually interrupted by Bakugou's booming voice, talking louder than needed. "Where's the other idiot?" Midoriya lets out a soft breath as he walks forward and intertwines your hands, dragging you out of the room with a frightening grip, gesturing to Bakugou to follow you two. "I've already texted him Kacchan." He turns to glance at Bakugou briefly, grinning from ear-to-ear, the action making your stomach fill with butterflies, and not the good kind. "He's waiting in a limo outside – we can give only the best for our Forest Fawn after all!" He squeezes your hand to emphasize something... Maybe their newly acquired ownership over you.

You don't struggle as he continues dragging you, eventually slowing down as he realizes you're struggling to keep up with him. "Y/N, you should've told me I was going too fast! What would I've done if you were to fall?" "You'd wish they'd break their legs, so they won't run and you can cater to them 24/7... I know you more than anyone, nerd." Bakugou suddenly grabs your other hand, his grip firm and his palm a bit sweaty, which makes you more nervous than disgusted, afraid one wrong word would make him blow your hand off from your wrist. "Though we don't need to wait for an accident to make sure our little lamb doesn't run away..." He says in a cold tone, his expression darkening as he stares at you. You gulp, averting your gaze to the ground as you let the two drag you outside, eventually ushering you into a rather luxurious limousine.

Passerbys don't bat much of an eye to you – silently climbing into the vehicle –, they're more concerned to catch a glimpse of any of the three heroes around you. You briefly glance around to see a large crowd, most likely unaware of your situation but your chin is soon harshly grabbed by Bakugou, the blond glaring at you sharply as he leans down, whispering into your ear so nobody else can hear him, "Eyes forward, little Fawn... Unless you want me to melt those pretty little eyes..." He blows a breath into your ear, one of his hands gripping your shoulder as he pushes you down on a seat. You don't object, the cold sense of being abandoned making you lower your head, the sound of excited squeals and praises from the unaware crowd only barely registering. Your hands are placed on your lap, scratching at themselves as Bakugou, then Midoriya enters the limo, sitting on either side of you.

An uncomfortable atmosphere enveloping the relatively comfortable space inside as you finally gather the courage to raise your head, already aware of the warm hand reaching out and cradling your face. "Thank you for not struggling." Todoroki says calmly, a slight smile on his lips as his thumb caresses your lips, gently pushing your lower lip down and you only barely manage to stop yourself from slapping his hand away... Though you sort of wish you had the courage to, the way he's touching your face, inspecting you like some sort of prize-winning animal or object makes you feel incredibly humiliated. Not to mention the way Bakugou and Midoriya watch you silently, scanning your shaking form, the flicker of anger in your eyes and the soft noise of distress you let out... So disgusting.

Your eyes flick up and meet Todoroki's, the calm, unbothered look in his gaze making the hair on the back of your neck stand in alarm, your nails digging into the fabric of your pants, barely scraping your thighs. You immediately avert your gaze, swallowing down the lump in your throat as Todoroki stops his intrusion, his hand returning to his side as he sits down in front of you. The engine revs and the limousine pulls out softly, the feeling almost eerily serene...

Strangely enough, the moment the thought – I'm stuck now - crosses your mind it feels as though your lungs feel lighter and the ringing in your ears weakens as though your body was telling you everything'll be fine...

There's some sort of surreal comfort in it...

[anton-luvr]

can you do watching scary movies with riize

# WATCHING SCARY MOVIES WITH THEM ; 7riize.

⚝ bf!riize x gn!reader | fluff | bf au ⚝ note ; thank u for requesting anon!

# SHOTARO. - he's so excited!! he's always loved watching scary movies, and he can't wait to watch one with you. there are times where he gets scared, but he'll just let out the cutest and softest 'ahh!' and look at you with eyes wide with surprise and a smile of bewilderment. the post movie discussion will go on for hours, until he's finally exhausted and falls asleep in your arms.

# EUNSEOK. - unbothered king will just be :| throughout the entire thing. even when the most horrendous monstrosity of a ghost-monster-villain pops up on screen and gobbles up the movie characters, he barely bats an eye. will tell you the movie wasn't that bad afterwards because he's absolutely unfazed.

# SUNGCHAN. - like shotaro, he's so excited too!! prepares a whole pile of snacks and cuddles up warmly beside you to watch the movie, giggling at the funny parts and squeezing his eyes shut at the scary scenes. also gives the most dramatic reactions, from glass-shattering screams when there's a jumpscare to him leaping off the couch in disbelief when the villain's identity was revealed in the end.

# WONBIN. - this was such a bad idea. he's scared, you're scared, everyone's scared. will literally glue himself to you and refuses to let go throughout the entire movie. each jumpscare and appearance of a ghost has him squeaking out in fear and hiding his face in the crook of your neck. even after the movie ends, he will refuse to go anywhere or do anything without you, and you end up having to hold his hand while he showers.

# SEUNGHAN. - he loooves scary movies. will be watching with 100% focus throughout the entire thing, eyes wide and shining with fascination and entertainment. there are times where he'll jump from a scary scene, but it's immediately followed with him mumbling a 'oh my god that was so cool???' in complete awe. if you're scared, he'll just cover your eyes with his hands and continue watching himself.

# SOHEE. - he's not going to be scared, or at least that's what he tells you before the movie starts. but after about half an hour of confidently sitting at ease, his nervous hands slip into yours. when you tease and ask him about it, he'll protest with a 'what? i just wanted to hold your hand, that's all', but his shriek of fear a minute later says otherwise.

# ANTON. - he tries so hard to not be scared, it's kinda funny. strides into the cinema with confidence but his hands are slightly shaking, tells you it's 'just a stupid horror movie' but edges closer to you in his seat with each passing minute. the façade he puts on doesn't last long, because he'll be asking you if you could leave ten minutes into the movie. gets super embarrassed afterwards, but your kisses reassure him that it's okay.

© anton-luvr, 2023.

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[spideyswebhead]

hi indie, can you write a derek morgan fic where they meet at the bau for the first time and the team finds out she used to be a model who was semi famous but she only did it to get herself through school, maybe their on a case and someone recognizes her at the police station? (she/her pronouns please and thank you)

Another Life | Derek Morgan

I love this prompt and it's been so fun to write about! I hope you enjoy it and I did the prompt right. And first time really writing Derek so I hoped I did that right too lol

I did randomize the fake name for (Y/N), so if that happens to be your name I will be impressed and also apologize.

If you want (Y/N) to have your name instead, on laptop/pc download "interactive fic" and change (Y/N) to your name instead.

Pairing | Derek Morgan x Reader

Summary | An officer revealed a different side of (Y/N)'s like and she becomes nervous for everyone's reaction and teasing that could come her way. Especially Derek's opinion of her.

Content | Reader being nervous Derek will think less of her for modeling, it's brief.

Word Count | 1.0K

(Y/N) followed everyone else into the police office, listening as Hotch introduced all of them until he got to her, gesturing to (Y/N) for the detective. “This is agent (L/N),” Hotch tells her, (Y/N) put on a friendly smile as she shook the detective’s hand. Barely seeing one head snap up from one of the desks and look at her, she glanced at them, seeing a look in their eye she couldn’t identify, but decided to ignore it and put her full focus on the detective in front of her. “Nice to meet you.”

“Thank you for coming, we have you set up over here.”

Throughout the day (Y/N) felt like she had more eyes on her. A curious look at first, like they were trying to figure something out, but it would disappear when she would catch one officer looking at her. Then she noticed the looks had become whispers when her back was turned but when she would turn around they would immediately stop, it was becoming really annoying. Why the hell were they looking at her?

“Is there a problem?” (Y/N) finally just said to one officer who tried to look busy after whispering to his co-worker.

He seemed to jump when (Y/N) called him out, looking like a kid caught red handed in a cookie jar as he stared at (Y/N). “I’m sorry,” He squeaked finally after trying to find his words. “But are you Elizabeth Bird?”

“What?”

The officer started rummaging at a desk and pulled out a glossed magazine page, (Y/N) eyes widened in horror as she immediately recognized the cover. A similar one stuffed in a box hiding somewhere in her closet. “I heard your name and I immediately recognized you, I’ve been trying to figure out if it is you! Because I’m such a huge fan of your work.” He held out the photo of (Y/N), years younger and barely dressed in the photo. Horror washed over her body and completely froze.

“Now what is this?” Derek took the photo from the officer as he looked at the old photo, Emily coming over to peer over his shoulder to examine the photo. “Sugar, when did you do this?”

“Oh God, please stop looking.” (Y/N) whines as she tries to snatch the photo from Derek’s hands, but he just lifted it higher and stepped away from (Y/N) grasp. “C’mon, Derek! Please!”

“You look amazing!” Emily exclaimed as she got a better look and (Y/N) groaned in response.

“C’mon, when did you do this?”

“It doesn’t matter, give it back, Morgan!” (Y/N) was able to grab the page and she balled it up and tossed it at the officer, who jumped and tried to catch the crinkled page. Looking disappointed on his page being ruined, but (Y/N) could care less about the officer's feelings. She took a breath and turned away from Morgan and Emily, who seemed to be trying to make light of the situation. And saved by the bell, Garcia called Emily and the attention was off her and back to the case.

She had hoped everyone would forget about the little information that had come out about her past. It’s not like (Y/N) was ashamed of it, she loved that little moment of her life and she did. She loved looking at those old photos she had kept all these years, glad to have some photos of herself back then and it was a crazy confidence booster too sometimes. The toxic environment wasn’t worth it and not something she missed. But it was the view of all her co-workers, especially Derek. She didn’t want him to think of her less because she posed for magazine’s when previous relationship’s have judged her on some level for doing what she had to to get herself through school. And their relationship was going so well, she didn’t want this to get in the way of their relationship.

She was surprised when Derek sat with her on the plane and she prepared herself for the jokes going to be thrown her way. Nothing happened though. “Really, nothing?”

Derek looked at (Y/N) and raised his eyebrow to her, holding back a smile to her. “What, sugar?”

“C’mon, I know you have something to say. Someone always does.”

“About what? The picture?”

“What else would I be talking about, Derek?”

“I have nothing to say, sugar.” It was quiet for a moment before he continued. “Well, mainly. Why?”

“I needed money for college, saw an ad and got into the work. Got a whole agent and everything. It paid for all my debt too so that was a bonus.” She grinned at that fact and Derek's eyes widened at that.

“Damn, sugar.” Derek laughed, impressed. “You gotta get me into the business.”

(Y/N) smiles and leans forward. “If you want to get into the business, you need to figure out how to pose first.” 

“What do you mean “figure out how to pose”? I am great at posing!”

“Are you?”

The look of how offended Derek was caused (Y/N) to start laughing, feeling more at ease that her team knows about that little side of her life. Maybe she could show more of her life without worry of judgment for once in her life, showing how proud she is of her work.

“So you aren’t offended I did this work?”

Derek almost laughed at that comment, holding back when he saw how serious (Y/N) was about this. “Sugar, I could care less. I’m more surprised you never told me about Elizabeth Bird!”

“It’s cause-” She faltered, beginning to wonder if she should get into this now. “Some people haven’t in the past. I worried you would be the same.”

Derek softened at that and placed his hand on her own, giving a little squeeze. “I don’t mind. And I get to see those photos now instead of all those people. Their lost.”

“What makes you think you’ll be seeing my photos?” She raised an eyebrow up to him.

“I saw one photo. I gotta see the rest of them now, you can’t hide them from me anymore, sugar.”

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

Heyyy!! Can I request a Lloyd Hansen x reader where they both meet in a museum in france and he takes her on a date not expecting to be attracted to her so much

Okay... This got away with me and I regret nothing! Thank you for this request. I've been wanting to write for Lloyd for soo ooooo long!

Better Believe It... Lloyd Hansen x F!reader

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, Lloyd Hansen!, smut, oral (f-receiving), Lloyd's clit tickler, unprotected sex (wrap it), rough sex, choking, spanking, Lloyd threatening to shoot someone, reader being a slut for Lloyd, Lloyd!!, soft!Lloyd, nicknames (sunshine, Princess, angel)

Lloyd had his sights set on his target as he carefully made his way through the crowded museum. If it wasn't for the less than useless team he'd been assigned for this mission, he wouldn't have to be getting his hands dirty. He was more than happy to sit back on this one and bark orders at the little twerps from the comfort of the safety house instead of freezing his dick off walking around Paris, waiting for the right moment-

Lloyd let out a heavy huff as someone walked into him. They fell backwards onto their ass in front of him with a squeak making him roll his eyes in frustration. Great, he'd lost his target. "Oh, for fuck-" The words died in Lloyd's mouth as his gaze fell onto one of the most beautiful sights he'd ever seen.

You scrambled onto your knees and quickly began to gather your belongings, feeling your cheeks blush as you tried not to let the embarrassment eat you alive. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I was trying to put my things in my bag and I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings and I should have been. I am so, so, so-" You finally looked up from where you knelt on the floor and gasped. Fuck, he's beautiful.

Lloyd gulped, feeling his heart pound in his chest and his dick stir in his pants as he stared down at you on your knees before him. He cleared his throat and held his hand out to you. "Let me help you up, sunshine." You gave him a timid smile and accepted his hand, immediately tearing your eyes away from his as your blush deepened. "Are you hurt?" He asked once you were stood up in front of him. 

You shook your head, "No, sir." You whispered, feeling nervous as you realised how much big the man was than you.

Lloyd held in a groan, wishing he could hear you call him that as he devoured your cunt. He was sure it was as sweet as your honey laced voice.

"M'sorry I walked into you." You looked up at him through your eyelashes.

Lloyd gulped and shook his head. "I should be the one apologising for knocking such a pretty gal over." He smiled, cursing himself on the inside. Gal? This isn't the fucking 40s, Lloyd. Pull your shit together.

You let out a shy giggle, once again lowering your face as you brushed your hair behind your ear. "I don't know about that... But, thank you..." You cleared your throat. "I should be going." You nodded and stepped around him.

Lloyd frowned as he looked ahead of him to where he last saw his target, not surprised when he didn't see him there anymore.

You'd barely walked ten steps away when you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. You looked back and smiled, "Did I forget something?"

Lloyd nodded a playful smirking curling at his lips. "As a matter of a fact, you did, sunshine." Lloyd handed you his cell that already had the keypad loaded. When you raised your eyebrow at him, Lloyd chuckled. "How else can I ask ya' to dinner?"

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"So, are you here for business or pleasure, sunshine?" Lloyd asked as the pair of you sat at a table in one of the most renowned restaurants in Paris.

There usually was a three month waiting list if you wanted to done there but Lloyd said he 'knew a guy' and that's how the pair of you ended up getting a table out on the balcony, overlooking the Eiffle Tower as it lit up Paris' night sky.

"Pleasure." You smiled to yourself. "I've always wanted to visit but never had the chance."

"What changed?" Lloyd asked.

"I dumped my lying, cheating, free loading ass of a boyfriend." You smiled at him.

Lloyd chuckled, "Ah, I see."

You nodded. "What about you?" You asked.

Lloyd sighed, "Business."

"Oh, sounds fun." You joked making Lloyd chuckle.

"Usually it is." He smiled.

"What is it you do?" You asked as you picked up your champagne, something else Lloyd surprised you with.

Lloyd stared at you in silence for a moment as he tried to think of what to say. For the first time. I'm Lloyd's life he found himself not wanting to lie to someone but also wanting to keep them safe. Why? "I, uh... Can't really tell you, without putting you in danger."

You frowned, "Are you being serious?"

Lloyd nodded. "I work for a government agency... And that's all I'm saying."

"What? Like... NCIS? Or James Bond?" You asked with a playful smile making Lloyd scowl.

"Way better than, James Bond, sunshine." He winked at you making you laugh. "What about you?"

"I'm certainly no, James Bond." You blushed. "I own and work in a computer repair store with a friend from college." You smiled proudly.

Lloyd's eyes widened a little, "You're a nerd?"

You rolled your eyes with a huff. "And what if I am?"

Lloyd held his hands up. "Nothing, you're just, way too hot to be a nerd." He smirked at you making your head fall back with a laugh.

"That's the first time I've been told that." You blushed, "Can I ask you something?"

Lloyd nodded, "Sure, but I might not be able to answer it."

You bit your bottom lip. "Is there a reason you have your mustache that way or do you just like it?" You asked as you leaned forwards on your elbows, subconsciously pressing your breasts together, giving Lloyd the perfect view down your dress.

Lloyd gulped as he took a quick glance, licking his lips as he looked you in dead in the eye."Why? You got a problem with it?" He'd shave it off in a heart beat if you did.

You shook your head. "Absolutely not. I was just wondering if it felt as good as it looked." You smirked at him.

Lloyd's lips curled into a grin. "Wanna find out, sunshine?"

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Lloyd could spend the rest of his life with his head buried between your legs. You really were as sweet as he first thought and the noises you made were the icing on the cake for him. There was no way he was letting you go.

Your eyes rolled backwards as Lloyd brought you to yet another orgasm, the number you weren't sure of. After the second mind blowing orgasm, you went dumb. Fuck, you love that clit tickler.

Lloyd moaned from deep in his chest as he sat back on his knees. He wiped his hand down his chin and smirked at you. "Fuck, sunshine, your pussy is perfect." Lloyd crawled over the top of you, pressing kisses up the length of your body. He gave your pebbled nipple a few kitten licks before suckling on it with a soft moan.

"Fuck," You let out a breathy moan, arching your back. You reached up and tangled your fingers through his hair tugging his head towards yours. "Fuck me, Lloyd." You begged before crashing your lips against his.

Lloyd quickly took control of the kiss as his large hands kneaded your body. He pulled back with a smirk, "Patience, sunshine." He gave you a quick kiss before he got off the bed. "Knees. Facing me." He order, pointing to the floor before dropping his briefs to reveals his long, thick dick.

You licked your lips and quickly scurried off the bed and got on to the plush carpet. You didn't need Lloyd to tell you what he wanted you to do next.

His breathe caught in his throat as you wrapped your hand around his hard cock. You bit your bottom lip as you looked up at him.

"Fuck," He moaned softly, his head falling back as you gave him a soft squeeze.

You slid your hand down to the base of his cock, spitting on the head before sliding your hand back up to gather your saliva. Lloyd moaned softly as you repeated the action before cupping his balls in your palm. You looked up at him with a smirk then ran your tongue down the length of him and back to the tip. Lloyd groaned deeply. You teasingly repeated the action until Lloyd huffed and wrapped your hair around his fist, tugging your head back making you giggle.

"Stop teasing."

You gave his head one more kitten lick before wrapping your lips around him and began sucking.

"Fuck," He moaned with closed eyes.

Lloyd's cock was on the large side (certainly larger than any previous you've had) so you weren't able to fit some of him into your mouth straight away. As you took what you could in your mouth, you used your hand to stroke him.

"Easy, angle." Lloyd cooed, gently stroking your cheek as you worked him in your mouth. "Fahk." Lloyd groaned as he watched you deep throat him before pulling off to stroke him again.

Your eyes water a little as you caught your breath but it didn't bother you, the sounds Lloyd made spurred you on. You wanted to please him. You used your other hand to play with his balls as you licked up the length of him before taking him back into your mouth. You bobbed slowly up and down, adding light pressure to his balls as you did.

"Shit. Angel, don't stop," Lloyd gently large tugged the makeshift pony tail.

You moaned, the taste of him on your tongue making you even wetter than you thought possible.

Lloyd's hips began to move and back forth, his cock slipping in and out of your mouth as he fucked your throat. "Fahk!" His head fell backwards. "S'good. I'm go-"

Suddenly the door to Lloyd's hotel room burst open. Lloyd quickly pulled his cock out of your mouth and grabbed the covers from the bed, covering you up as four men marched in with guns pointed at the pair of you.

"What the shit?!" Lloyd shouted at them as he covered his dick with a pillow.

"Shit. Sorry, boss." One of the men said as he stared at you.

"Stop looking at her!" Lloyd glared at them angrily and moved to stand in front of you where you were now sat on the floor.

You licked your lips as he gave you the perfect view of his ass, tempted to take a bite of it.

The four men spun around. "Sorry, sir... We didn't know where you were. When you didn't answer our calls, we thought the target might have-"

"I DON'T CARE! GET THE FUCK OUT!" Lloyd screamed at them.

"But boss-"

"GET THE FUCK OUT BEFORE I PUT A BULLET IN YOUR HEAD!" Lloyd screamed at them, making the men quickly leave the room, shutting the door behind them.

As Lloyd took a deep breath you stood from the floor, letting the covers fall from you.

Lloyd turned to face you letting the pillow fall to the floor. "M'sorry 'bout-"

You practically threw yourself at Lloyd, wrapping your arms around his neck and crashing your lips against his. Lloyd's hands dug into the backs of your thighs and hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he once more took charge of the kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth.

He dropped onto the bed with you, pulling back from your mouth with smirk. "You want my cock that much, Princess?"

You nodded, "I never knew death threats could be such a turn on." You giggled.

Lloyd chuckled, "Then you should stick around..." He ran his tongue up your throat before buying lightly.

"You speak to them like that often?" You asked with a soft moan.

"All the fucking time." Lloyd nipped your throat.

"Then I might just stick around." You held the back of his head and crashed your lips against his this time your forced your tongue into his mouth. You pulled back with a smirk. "Fuck me, Lloyd."

Lloyd smirked down at you. "Hands and knees. Now." He ordered.

You quickly untangled yourself from Lloyd and with his help you flipped over onto your hands and knees. You raised your ass in the air and gave it a little wiggle, letting out a high pitched moan as Lloyd slapped it.

"I won't be soft." He warned, taking a handful of your ass cheek.

You shook your head and looked back at him, "I don't want you to be."

His eyes darkened as he licked his lips. "You might regret saying that, angel." He gave your ass another smack.

You cried out in pure ecstasy.

Lloyd spat onto his hand and gave his hard cock a stroke as he shoved two of his thick fingers inside your pussy, letting out a deep moan. "Fuck, you're gonna strangle my cock." He twisted his wrist, giving his fingers a scissor.

You moaned. "Just fuck me already, Lloyd. Please."

Lloyd rolled his eyes and pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the head of his cock. "So..." He began to push his thick length inside your pussy making you whine. "Fucking." He bottomed out with a groan. "Needy." He pulled back until just his bulbous head was left inside before he rammed back in.

"Fuck!"

Lloyd wrapped his hand around your hair tightly as he slammed into you. His other hand held onto your ass cheek, definitely leaving bruises. He wanted you to remember him. You looked so beautiful with your head held back as you muttered incoherent words. Lloyd looked over into the mirror with a devilish grin, your breasts jiggled with every thrust of his hips that hit you deep inside. You cried out in pleasure as Lloyd occasionally hit your ass as he growled like a wild animal when he felt your pussy squeeze around him.

"Fuck, Princess, it's like your pussy was made for me." He groaned.

You nodded, pushing yourself back onto his cock. "Made for you."

"You're squeezing my cock, so, good, Princess." He whispered. "Fuck, you're gonna cum, aren't you?" He smirked against your ear. You nodded with a whimper, your voice lost because of the pleasure. "C'mon, angel, soak my fucking cock." Lloyd panted against your ear.

You nodded with a moan pushing yourself back onto Lloyd's cock.

Lloyd let go of your hair and moved his hand round your front and over your breasts and wrapped his hand around your throat, pulling you up so your back was against his chest. Lloyd moved his other hand over your stomach and pressed his fingers against your clit.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt Lloyd tighten his hold around your throat and after another few sharp thrusts, you came with a loud cry, your entire body shaking as your orgasm ran through you and Lloyd released his hold on your throat.

Lloyd gave a few more strokes of his hips before he came, cursing as his cock twitched inside your warm walls. "Fuck, sunshine-"

The pair of you collapsed in a sweaty heap in the bed, panting as Lloyd kept you in his arms.

"So... You wonna stick around for a while, angel?" Lloyd asked and pressed a kiss just behind your ear. His mustache tickling your sensitive skin.

You gave a tired hum. "Depends. You gonna fuck me like that if I do?"

Lloyd chuckled and pushed himself up so he was over you. "Oh, sunshine," He said with a shit eating grin. "You better believe I'm gonna fuck you silly."

[abiiors]

I’ve got a matty request if that’s okay? Just seen the video of matty singing about you with Carly at Finsbury Park and my heart is so full!! Could I request a fic where y/n comes to sing it on stage with matty and he’s all soft and cuddly and so in awe of her in front of everyone? No worries not, just love your writing and wanted to ask!!

something very small and mediocre at best but i'm trying haha. thanks to @toomuchracket for the name idea (you'll see which one 🤭)

god can you imagineeeee??? i had to look up the setlist of the show once again but i think it happens after they’ve performed the sound. you’ve been wired and you’re ready, waiting backstage, pacing nervously. five more minutes till you’re supposed to go on. a stage tech has already told you that and given you a little reassuring smile but it barely helps. there are fifty thousand people. fifty thousand. how are you even supposed to comprehend that number? let alone go out and perform in front of them all? so you just watch him on stage in his element. he’s dancing and singing and just being a star really. matty with a side of truman. your heart thumps in tandem with the beats of the sound, right in your fucking throat. 

the song ends, cheers go up, matty does something cutesy before his voice crackles in your ear. “ready?” 

you nod to yourself, throat dry, before realising he can’t see you. “yeah,” it’s barely a squeak. “yep.” 

there’s a very brief pause before he goes back to chatting with the crowd, being perfect as always. the people cheer along—it’s louder than anything you’ve ever heard before. matty knows you well though, because seconds later his voice is back in your ear. 

“you’re nervous,” he says. “it’s okay. so am i.” 

that makes you giggle a little. it’s matty fucking healy, this is what he does every night. yet you know he’s not lying when he says he’s nervous. the little tells are there; how he swallows roughly, and fidgets with the mic wire more than usual. on stage, jamie starts a melody on the piano. this is your cue, you realise. you’re supposed to walk on stage as soon as adam starts strumming the guitar. your body stays frozen on the side of the stage, and matty extends a hand, smiling as if it’s only you in here and no one else. 

you walk forward, only looking at matty and his outstretched hand, as adam starts strumming his guitar—a sweet acoustic tune. the cameras focus on you and matty, then zoom in a little to only show your face on the big screens—you in your flowy blue dress, complementing matty’s cream suit perfectly. a cheer goes up and stops abruptly as you look at the crowd for the first time. why did they stop all of a sudden? the reason becomes clear pretty quickly however. it’s not you, it’s the name that appears on the screen right below your face. 

your first name that everyone’s familiar with. and then healy. 

a collective gasp runs through the crowd before a cheer goes up so loud that you instinctively cover your ears despite having the noise-cancelling earplugs in. matty laughs and mouths something that vaguely looks like “the cat’s out of the bag” before he brings the mic up to his mouth and starts singing. 

“you are mine, i’ve been drowning in you.” it’s a beautiful acoustic rendition of then because she goes. really the most perfect song he could have chosen. and as soon as his arms are around you, you forget the crowd, the cameras. you forget the loud cheers and the thousands of voices singing along. all that stays is his voice and his arms and his smile. and the way he looks at you—eyes soft, almost pools of honey in the golden light that falls on him. it’s easier to sing this way when you’re just looking at him. 

it’s easier to the say “i love you” over and over again just to him. the easiest thing in the whole world. 

but matty knows how nerve wracking it is. and as your voice mix with each other, creating the perfect harmony, you sway in each other’s arms lightly, feeling each and every word of the song. you use your unoccupied hand to hold his, just something to ground you a bit more. and of course, he wastes no time bringing your hand up to his lips to press a kiss right above the ring you’ve chosen to wear so proudly today. a loud chorus of awwws goes up, making matty’s cheeks tinge pink. utterly adorable and heartwarming. 

and simply perfect. 

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

Lol as soon as I saw this I knew I wanted it 😭😂😂

IMG 4, prompts 37 & 38 with either Chan or Seungmin please! 🩷🌸

Skz prompt game

Prompts: "You're n-not, um, w-wearing anything under that, are you...?"

"Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?"

Member: Kim Seungmin

Relationship: Neighbors!FemReader x Seungmin

The first time you'd met Kim Seungmin, it had been under completely normal circumstances.

You had needed to borrow a cup of sugar.

Cliche, right?

But you really needed to stress bake these cookies and eat them all before bed, because you had a big job interview in the morning and what better way to relieve some anxiety than with warm chocolate chip cookies?

So, when you'd realized you had no sugar, it was a catastrophe, to say the least.

Without even thinking, you had gone next door and knocked on your neighbor's door.

You only realized it was a bad idea after it was too late to take it back.

After Kim Seungmin had opened the door looking like some sort of nerdy Greek God, confusion spread across his pretty face, dark hair still damp from a shower.

He had stared at you with confusion, and in a squeak, you had asked if he had any sugar you could borrow.

He had given you a look that clearly said he still didn't understand why you needed sugar at ten PM at night, but had promptly gone to retrieve you a cup.

You had taken it with a mumbled 'thanks' and scurried back to the safety of your own apartment.

Surprisingly, the cookies did not make you feel better, because they were only meant to soothe your new job anxiety, not erase the stupidly awkward way you had introduced yourself to your incredibly hot neighbor.

You vowed the next time you saw Kim Seungmin, you would be calm and collected, smooth and put together, ready for anything, not standing on his threshold in barely matching pajamas with a bird's nest for hair, holding a measuring cup.

Oh, how Karma is a Bitch.

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The next time you see Kim Seungmin, it's just as bad, or maybe worse-no definitely worse-than the first time.

He opens his door at your knock, and his eyebrow ticks up in surprise when he sees you.

You give a little sheepish wave. "Hi."

He leans against the doorframe, and you try not to notice the way his cozy, soft looking sweater stretches over his arms as he does so.

Recognition crosses his face.

"Oh, Number Four right?"

You stare at him, confused. "What?"

He gives a little grin, and cocks his head, watching you, before he jerks his chin toward your apartment door directly down from his.

"You're from Number Four, yeah?"

You realize, with a jolt of stupidity and a flush to your cheeks, that he's referencing your apartment number, because of course, you hadn't given him your name the first disaster of a night.

You had been more focused on getting back to your apartment before you spontaneously combusted from embarrassment.

"Oh, right. Yeah." You give an awkward little laugh and swing your arms a little. "That's me."

Seungmin studies you for another brief moment, and you begin to fidget, before he asks, "How'd the interview go?"

You jerk in surprise, staring at him wide eyed.

He remembered?

"Um-" You scratch at the back of your neck, suddenly flushing again under his gaze, scuffing the toe of your shoe on the old, worn carpet that lines the hallway. "Yeah! Good. I got the job."

"That's great." Seungmin says with a smile, and you think he genuinely means it.

You stand in silence for a couple more moments, and then he clears his throat, finally asking, "So, did you need something?"

Fuck, you had forgotten the whole reason you had knocked on his door in the first place.

Something about big, brown, doe eyes did that to your stupid little monkey brain.

"Oh, yeah!" You give another nervous little laugh, and try to ignore the burning of your cheeks. "I um, kinda locked myself out of my apartment. Do you mind if I use your balcony to get in through my window?"

Surprise flashes across Seungmin's face, and then he's moving aside, giving you room to enter his apartment.

"Oh, um, yeah, sure. Go right ahead."

You squeeze past him in the doorway, and try to ignore the slight scent of his cologne that wafts over you as you do so.

Something cedar lined, if you had to bet, with hints of pine.

Focus, (Y/N).

Seungmin follows you through his kitchen and living room, and you note, with slight interest, that his apartment is just how you imagined from the one time you'd interacted.

Shelves of books line the wall behind the TV, and there's few and sparse decorations, but a nice, large leather couch takes up the majority of the living room space.

It's nice and cozy. Definitely a bachelor pad.

There's no touch of anything feminine-not even a cardigan left over the back of a chair, or shoes in the hall.

The thought makes you giddy for some reason.

Seungmin skirts around you to push open the large window that leads to his balcony, and gives you an amused sort of look as you consider the most ladylike way to shove your body through a window.

"Okay, um-" You hesitate, fingers wrapping around the sill, and glance out to the balcony beyond.

There's a couple of pots of what looks like herbs growing on the ledge that lines the window, but you should be able to shimmy your way out relatively easily.

"Need a boost?" Seungmin asks from behind you, and you jump so hard that your head hits the top of the sill.

He chuckles. "Sorry."

You shake your head, your face so red it could heat and cook an egg, and decide to just get it over with.

Surely someone like Seungmin isn't going to be looking at your ass as you crawl through his window anyway.

"Here I go." You announce, not really sure why, and push yourself out through the open window, hands first.

Your legs dangle for a minute as you scooch your body over the wide sill, and then with a slight shriek, you topple headfirst onto the grated metal floor of the small balcony.

"You good?" Seungmin peeks his head out, staring down at you.

You access yourself and then nod, dusting yourself off and standing up, gripping the fire escape railing for support.

Fuck, you had thought the third floor wasn't that high up, but out here-

You swallow, and focus back on the man still leaning out the window.

You give him a thumbs up that you hope looks more confident than you feel. "All good. Thanks for the help."

Seungmin watches as you slowly creep your way against the wall to your own terrace, and swing a leg over the railing to the adjoining balcony.

"How do you know your window is going to be open?" He queries, seeming like he's making conversation, and while you would like nothing more, you'd rather it be when you weren't three hundred feet off the busy street below.

You grunt a little as you lower yourself to your own balcony, and take a moment to catch your breath.

"I always leave it unlocked." You reply back, leaning forward enough that you can jostle your window and heave it upward.

It opens easily, and you let out a triumphant whoop.

"That seems unsafe." Seungmin comments, and when you glance back, he's sitting on the ledge of his own window so he can see you, legs dangling, worry in his dark brown eyes.

"What, leaving my window unlocked?"

He nods seriously. "Yeah, I mean, the crime rate is pretty high here."

You snort. "We're three hundred feet off the ground, dude. It'd have to be a pretty determined criminal."

You swing a leg over into the safety of your apartment, and let out a sigh of relief.

Seungmin's voice makes you pause.

"Stranger things have happened."

He still sounds concerned, and you slide the rest of your way into your apartment before you lean back out the window, popping your head around the sill so you can meet his gaze.

"The only thing that these tiny balconies have ever been used for, Number Six, is what you just witnessed." You give him a little grin.

Seungmin looks resigned, before he holds out a hand into the space between the two of you. "Throw me your phone."

You stare at him like he's just grown a second head.

"I am not throwing you my phone. Knowing my luck, you won't catch it and it'll smash on the concrete three hundred feet below us."

"I'll catch it." Seungmin assures, hanging farther out his window, giving you a pointed stare.

You slip your phone from your pocket and heft it into you palm, wondering how incredibly stupid you have to be to put this much trust in a man you've only met twice.

Though, he did let you use his balcony, so you guess you sorta owe him.

Resisting the urge to close your eyes to what happens next, you toss your phone over the railing to him.

He catches it easily, and you let out the breath you'd been holding.

He types something, and then tosses the phone back to you once more. You fumble it, but palm it in time, and stick it back into the safety of your pocket.

"Now you have my number." He announces, giving you a cheeky little look and an arch of his brow. "Just in case you ever get locked out again, or you need someone to save you from all the bad things that come in through your unlocked window."

You resist the urge to squeal and look at your phone.

Instead, you clear your throat and say in a rather calm voice, "Thanks. I appreciate the help. And the number."

He waves you away with a sigh, and starts to duck back into his own apartment. "Yeah, yeah. See you around, Four."

You grin, and shut your window.

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You: I have a favor to ask. 👀

Six(y) Seungmin: Oh no. 😮‍💨

You: It's not bad!!! Six(y) Seungmin: Considering the last two favors you've asked of me were 1) for a cup of sugar and 2) to climb out my balcony, I'd say the spectrum with you is *very* broad and I have a right to be apprehensive.

You: .....Touché.

Six(y) Seungmin: What's the favor, Four?

You: Can you possibly, maybe, water my plant while I'm gone this weekend? Pretty please??

Six(y) Seungmin: *Plant*. As in, you have *one* plant?

You: Yes?🤨 What's wrong with that? If I have too many, I can't keep them all alive and I panic and then I feel awful when they die and have to have plant funeral services for them all. 🥺

Six(y) Seungmin: OMG. Fine. I'll water your *ONE* plant. 😑

You: You are an angel, Six.🥹 His name is Yongbok.

Six(y) Seungmin: ....like the fucking KPOP star?

You: I will not be taking anymore judgement this chat session, thank you. 😌

Six(y) Seungmin: 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 You don't have to choose to take it, but just know it's there regardless.

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"I made cookies!" You announce as soon as Seungmin opens his door, sweeping past him without waiting for him to invite you in.

He sighs, shutting the door behind you, and when he turns, his eyes go a little wide, staring at the large platter of chocolate chip cookies filling your hands.

"Holy shit, Four, how many cookies did you make?"

You glance down at the platter and give a little sheepish shrug. "I was stress baking."

He stares at you. "Why were you stress baking?"

Your cheeks go pink, and you set down the oversized tray of cookies on his table, jumping up on the counter to swing your legs.

"I have an annual performance review tomorrow."

Seungmin sighs again, and you know it's killing him to watch you sit on the counter without telling you off, but to his credit, he doesn't say anything, cocking a brow and asking, "And you think you'll do badly?"

"What? No!" You immediately protest, but then consider for a moment. "I mean, I don't think so? But also, it's stressful, and I don't know-"

Seungmin makes an understanding sound in the back of his throat, leaning against the couch, and you realize suddenly, as you reach over to pluck a cookie off the tray, that he's wearing nothing more than a robe, cinched tightly around his narrow waist.

The hand holding the cookie freezes halfway to your mouth.

Seungmin raises an eyebrow, staring you down.

"You're n-not, um, w-wearing anything under that, are you...?"

His brow ticks higher. "I mean. That's kind of the point of having my own apartment, so I can wear-or not wear-whatever I want, right?"

You shove the cookie into your mouth instead of responding, not wanting to lead your thoughts down that path, and promptly choke on the sugary treat, coughing violently.

Seungmin watches, a smirk curving his lips, as you dart to sink and take a long, gulp of water.

Your eyes are watering when you finally turn back to him, cheeks red and mind buzzing.

Instead of addressing the elephant in the room-obviously choking on a baked good at your friend's state of undress is not considered ordinary platonic behavior-you promptly cover your eyes dramatically, joking loudly, "Oh my god, put on some clothes! My eyes are burning here, Six!"

Seungmin sighs, and you hear his footsteps pad from the room.

Peeking out from between your fingers, your cheeks still burning, you turn back to the sink, and promptly splash cold water on your face and neck.

Everything is hot at the thought of Seungmin completely bare beneath that robe. And when you say everything, you mean everything.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

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You: If I fucked as loudly as our upstairs neighbors, I would never show my face in public again. 🤢

Six(y) Seungmin: Sounds like you're jealous.

You: WHAT I AM NOT JEALOUS. WHY WOULD I BE JEALOUS.

Six(y) Seungmin: It's okay to admit you're in a bit of a dry spell, Four.😏 I mean, I've never seen you bring anyone home-guy or girl alike.

You: Oh, because you can tell so much from my comings and goings. 🙄

Six(y) Seungmin: That and you spend all your time with me. So. I know you're not getting any action. 😝

You: I hate you.

Six(y) Seungmin: No you don't. You're just cranky as fuck because you haven't been laid in like 6 months.😘

You: Reported. Blocked. Deleted.

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"You know, most young people spend their free time at clubs or with their friends on the weekends, Four."

You glance up from your spot on the small fire escape balcony to see Seungmin grinning at you, climbing out onto his own balcony.

You lift a shoulder in a shrug. "Yeah, well I'm not most people."

Seungmin chuckles, checking over his carefully potted herbs before he glances up at you, a slight smirk on his lips. "Yeah, I've noticed."

You stick your tongue out at him, and settle your back more comfortably against the wall behind you.

"You're here too." You point out, glancing over at him again, as he sits down, legs dangling over the grating, thousands of feet above the busy nighttime street below.

"That I am." He admits with a tilt of his head in your direction and a sigh. "That I am."

There is silence for several seconds, both of you watching the tiny people below coming and going, the bustle of the city a quiet hum filling the cool night air.

It's nice out here.

Especially with Seungmin's company.

"What, did your weekend dick appointment fall through?" You glance at him sidelong, voice teasing, playing with the hem of your sweatshirt as the breeze picks up.

Seungmin gives you a slight smile. "Something like that."

"Bummer." You tease back, leaning your head against the wall and closing your eyes, letting the breeze caress your face, before you stare up for a moment at the stars just starting to breech the smog. "No other crazy weekend plans?"

Seungmin makes a little noise in his throat that you take as a no, and comfortable silence falls once more.

You hear Seungmin shift his position, and then he says off handedly, "You know, Four-"

"Hm?" You hum beneath your breath, still squinting to see the stars.

He shifts again. "-we could be each other's crazy weekend plans from here on out. If you wanted."

You blink slowly, trying to digest his words, not sure if you've heard him right.

Sitting up, you stare at him, his lips pulled into the hint of a nervous smile that doesn't quite reach his dark, beautiful eyes.

"What?" You ask stupidly, still staring at him, brain whirring.

Seungmin clears his throat, looking away to glance down at the street once more. "I'm just saying. We spend all our free time together anyway, maybe we could-"

He trails off, and you're still staring.

Butterflies are starting to come to life in your stomach.

Is he-?

"Are you asking me to date you?" You ask incredulously, shock morphing across your features, even as your stomach swoops at the crazy notion.

Seungmin rolls his eyes and pins you with a stare. "Well, you don't have to say it like you think it's a repulsive idea-"

"I'm sorry!" You laugh, waving your hands, scooting closer to your own railing, so you can stare at him through the bars. "I didn't mean it to come out like that. I just didn't think-"

"Didn't think what?" Seungmin questions, encouraging you to continue.

You clear your throat, your cheeks hot, and drop his gaze, your tone softening. "You were into me like that. Like I'm into you."

There is a beat of silence, and then Seungmin laughs, loudly and slightly unhinged, and you jerk your eyes up to him in surprise.

"Oh my god." He gasps out, fingers gripping the railing, almost close enough to brush your own. He stares at you with open glee in his dark gaze. "You're into me?"

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest defensively, giving him a glare. "Of course I'm into you! I think I've been halfway in love with you since the first time we met and you opened the door looking like some sort of studious Greek Adonis!"

Seungmin laughs some more and you watch as he swipes at his eyes, catching his breath.

"Oh god." He huffs out another little chuckle, and glances back to you, eyes gleaming, mouth pulled up at the corners. "I did think it was a little weird, stress baking and needing sugar at almost midnight, but after you left that night, I couldn't get you out of my head. I kept hoping you'd come back to return my measuring cup, but you left it on my doorstep without knocking and I didn't think I'd see you again."

"And then I locked myself out." You giggle, realizing just how silly you'd both been up until this point.

"Yeah." Seungmin nods, expression warm and affectionate. He leans forward to put his hand through the bars of the railing, and you take it.

His fingers curl around yours, and warmth spreads through your body.

A mischievous look glints in his eyes suddenly.

"Hey, Four, think you can make the climb over the balcony just one more time? For old times sake?"

You arch your brow at him, biting back a smile. "What's in it for me, Six?"

He grins. "A kiss?"

You grin back and nod, already moving. "Yeah, I think I can brave it one more time for that."

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Six(y) BF: Okay. Listen. You. Me. Dinner.

You: Go on. 👀

Six(y) BF: Dessert on the balcony.

You: OMG. Are you trying to turn me on at work or are you really just that oblivious? 🥵

Six(y) BF: And then. Hot, dirty couch sex. 😏

You: I'm in.✅

Six(y) BF: Don't say I don't know what you like. 😘

You: Honestly, you had me at dessert, but the sex thing definitely sealed the deal.

Six(y) BF: I knew it would. 😏

Be ready. I'll pick you up at 8 PM sharp.

You: Don't be late.

Six(y) BF: Wouldn't dream of it. 😘

You: 😘 Love you, Six. 💗

Six(y) BF: Gross.

Love you too, Four. 💗

[supermarvel-fics]

You Say Embarrassing, I Say Cute

merry (early) christmas @galacticlee3 !! I was your squealing santa this year <3 i was so happy to be writing this for you since I love writing ler!spencer and I know you enjoy my work. hope you enjoy!!! special thanks to @squealing-santa for putting this together ❤️

word count: 1,400

pairing: spencer reid x reader (romantic)

summary: reader needs a massage and Spencer tries helping

“God, my neck is killing me,” You sighed, rubbing it gently as you rolled your head from side to side. “Next time, remind me to stretch before taking down a 250-pound killer.”

Spencer laughed quietly, his head down as he read the files, but his eyes flitted up to you. He watched as you attempted to massage your own neck, noticing how it was alleviating your pain. “I don’t think stretching would help. He slammed you against a wall. What you’re experiencing is mild whiplash.”

“Well, it hurts,” You groaned, leaning forward in your seat to rest your elbows on your knees, hands cradling your heavy head. Spencer shut the file, his attention now fully onto you. He had been watching you a lot recently. You caught his attention early on; a giggle Spencer had never heard before had him asking JJ who you were. She explained that you were an internal transfer to the BAU. You’d been working in domestic terrorism before.

He was smitten with you since then, but wouldn’t dare say that out loud. Though, he had an inkling that Penelope already knew. She was good at reading people romantically.

He longed to be the one to care for you; holding your hand when things got scary, hugging you when you were down, making you hot tea when you were sick. He battled with his own thoughts as he observed you sighing in defeat.

His hands were nimble and mildly cold, but maybe he could help.

“I—” Spencer started, cutting himself off before he could finish. His stomach churned with a nervousness he’d never experienced before. Your head slowly lifted to catch Spencer swiveling his chair back to face his desk.

“What, Spence?”

Spence. He loved it when you called him that. Before you joined the team, JJ and Emily had been the only 2 to ever coin that nickname and while he never minded it, he wouldn’t say he loved the way it made him feel when it spilled from their lips. With you, it made a fire ignite in his chest.

Spencer cleared his throat and anxiously fiddled with his fingers. “I was just—um, well… I could try and h-help if you want. With your neck, you know…”

You smiled, more at Spencer’s stuttering than at the offering he gave you. He was normally timid in social conversations—a sharp turn from when he’s authoritative on a case—but it was endearing. You knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Spencer had taking a liking to you. Flattered wasn’t the right word to describe how you felt about it. Possibly enchanted or ‘mutual’.

“You really wouldn’t mind?” You asked him, already knowing his answer. Spencer perked up and gave you a tight-lipped smile, shaking his head. “Because that would be very helpful.”

“I’m not saying I’d be particularly good at it, but I can try,” He replied, voice shaking slightly. He was nervous, but looked terrified. You giggled and shrugged the best you could without putting yourself in discomfort.

“It’ll be fine, Spence. Anything at all would probably help,” You said, turning your desk chair around so that your back was now facing him. You heard the squeak of his as he made to stand up, then the pitter of his feet as he sauntered to stand directly behind you. He let out a breath and you shivered slightly as the cold air of it just barely grazed your skin, sending goosebumps down your spine.

“Where is the center of your pain?” He asked you. Lifting your right hand, you pointed to the base of your neck.

“Here, mostly. And a little near my shoulder blades,” You answered, suddenly shy about the situation. It’s just Spencer—no reason to be nervous. Holding your breath, you awaited Spencer’s touch and once he finally made contact, you flinched.

“Sorry!” He said, immediately retracting his hand.

“No, no, Spence, it’s fine! I just can’t see, so I didn’t know when you were about to touch me,” You assured him, chuckling under your breath. “I’m ready now.”

“You’re sure?”

You smiled, even though he couldn’t see. “I’m sure.”

Still, you held your breath and tensed out of instinct as you felt Spencer’s hand rest on the back of your neck. He gently pressed into the place where your neck and back met with his thumb, easily becoming more confident as he felt you relax under his fingertips.

“Right here?” Spencer questioned you. You hummed a short and quiet response and he grinned wider at you. “Just tell me if anything hurts.”

Spencer worked his fingers in that spot until your skin began turning red from the continuous rubbing, then slid his hand over to the crook of your neck on the right side. You squealed and shrugged your shoulder up, trapping his hand.

Realizing what you’d done, you released him, swiveling around in panic. “Oh, God! I’m sorry! I just… well, I’m a little…”

“Ticklish,” Spencer smiled, finishing your sentence for you. You blushed as your head fell, eyes looking into your lap.

“Yeah. I thought I’d gotten over that… It’s so embarrassing,” You mumbled, bringing your hand up to your neck to cover up the ticklish spot.

Spencer, on the inside, felt like he’d just won the lottery. What better way to get close to someone than to tickle them? On the outside, though, he kept his composure. He reached out, placing his hand on your arm, prompting you to look up at him.

“It’s not embarrassing. It’s a normal response. Everyone is at least a little ticklish and anyone who says they aren’t, are lying. It has to do with nerve endings. And you can’t just get over being ticklish,” Spencer explained, sneakily reaching down with his free hand to pinch your side gently. You yelped and looked up at him, unaware that a smile was creeping onto your face as well. “Now, turn back around. I’ll be careful.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, obeying his words. Your chair squeaked at it pivoted back to its previous position. Spencer’s eyes shifted to where your hand was still covering your neck and smirked to himself before wiggling his finger into your armpit.

“AHA!” You whipped your elbow down and leaned forward. “Spence!”

“Your hand was still on your neck,” Spencer shrugged, an uncharacteristic shit-eating grin on his lips. You grunted and situated yourself back against the chair, sighing dramatically.

Spencer went back to massaging, putting enough pressure not to tickle you, but as he moved to that spot between your shoulder blades and he braced his other fingers onto your ribs, you giggled again, arching away from him.

“Spencer! You said you’d be careful!” You chastised him.

“I was trying to help you!” He replied, going to squeeze at your ribs again. “It’s not my fault you’re too ticklish to handle it.”

“WAHAHA! Noho!” You laughed, squirming in your seat. “Ihit’s embaharrassing!”

Spencer began tickling every exposed spot he could find, watching as you attempted to block each and every one from him. He clicked his tongue. “There’s nothing wrong with being ticklish! Everyone is.”

“Spehehence!”

“Now, repeat after me: ‘it’s okay to be ticklish’,” Spencer ordered, contracting his fingers into your sides with vigor. Had you had any control over your body, you might have stood up to get away from his attack, but you knew that you weren’t strong enough to stand. Plus, you didn’t actually mind TOO much.

“I’m nohohot saying thahat!” You yelled back through your giggles.

Spencer tickled up your torso, forcing his hands under your arms and vibrating his fingers as best as he could. That really got you laughing. “I’m not stopping until you admit it.”

“OKAY, OKAY, OKAHAHAY! IT’S OKAY TO BEHEHE TICKLIHISH!” You belly-laughed, a snort sneaking out at the last second. You instantly covered your mouth, whining and cradling your head in your free hand. “I can’t believe yohou made me snort.”

“It was cute,” Spencer responded quietly, surprisingly confident in his tone. He shuffled to stand in front of you, squatting down so that he was face to face with you. “I think everything you do is cute.”

In shock, your head whipped up, smiling at his confession and that the pain in your neck was basically gone. “You… you mean that?”

“Y-yeah,” He stuttered. “I do.”

Your eyes roamed his face, taking in every inch, and you bit your lip. “Well, I feel the same.” You reached out and grabbed his forearm, rubbing your thumb against his sleeve. “But I have a question.”

His eyes shot up to meet yours. “Anything.”

“You said that everyone is ticklish…”

“Yeah…”

“So, that means you are too, then?”

And with the fear in Spencer’s eyes, you already knew you had your answer.

[prismatica-the-strange]

American Honey🐝💛 | She Is

Warnings: 18+, alcohol

She (A Capella Mix) by We the Kings | dividers by @saradika-graphics

Bee startles at the sound of something hitting the ground outside the garage. It's been five months since the events in LA but he's, admittedly, still on edge.

He's about to transform and investigate when he hears a familiar giggle through the wall.

If he could in his alt form, he'd roll his eyes, but instead, he revs his engine to get her attention.

"Bee!" CC stumbles through the side door and holds her finger to her lips, "Sh- Shush!"

She leans on her palms against his hood, clumsily patting it as she whispers, "Don't want Sammy to know I'm here."

He jerks beneath her in surprise and she giggles, "Relax, Bee. I just need a ride."

She fumbles with the handle of his driver's side door until his radio breaks the quiet.

"Garage door."

She does as he says and when she turns back around the passenger side door is open for her.

"Get in- Sweetheart- Let's go for a ride."

"Hun," He shivers when she runs her fingers across his hood, "I think I should be in the driver's seat, just in case."

"No way- you're drunk."

She is, but that's not the point. He gets all nervous when he feels her hands on his steering wheel.

"Oh come on, it's not like I'll actually be driving."

He whirs in defeat and the driver's door pops open.

"Thank you!"

"Yeah yeah," He whirs.

As soon as she's buckled in he tears out of the driveway, most likely waking the entire Witwicky household.

"Bee!' She squeaks, "Bee, slow down!"

He laughs when she grips the wheel, clinging to him when he takes a corner hard.

"Bee! Bee please just- dear god- Bee slow down!"

The quiver in her voice makes him slam on the brakes, and he's barely able to get the panicked "Are you okay?" across the radio.

He's a flurry of worried whirs when she leans her forehead on the leather of the wheel.

"I'm fine. I'm okay. I just..." She sighs, "I'm really drunk, Bee. Can we just take it slow? Please?"

"Sure thing, darlin'."

The rest of the drive is much smoother and it isn't long before she starts nodding off, mumbling little things he's not sure she means to say.

"You're sweet on me," He swerves in surprise, but she goes on, "You don't think I notice, but I do... and I think it's really cute."

He hopes beyond reason that she's too out of it to remember his embarrassed chirping and the way his whole interior heats up.

She's out by the time they get to her place, not even reacting to his "There's no place like home," when he comes to a stop in her driveway.

The last thing he wants to do is wake her, not when she's so cute all curled up on his seat like this.

Sam won't mind him staying overnight, right? As long as it means Casey gets a good night's sleep.

Casey is beyond confused when she wakes up inside the familiar Camero.

"Bee?"

"Good morning beautiful!" The sweet voice of Steve Holy comes through the radio, a bit too loud for her throbbing head.

"Shhhh..."

He jolts when she nuzzles sleepily into the upholstery, trying to hide from the sunlight.

"How come you didn't wake me up?"

He makes a sound like 'I dunno' and switches through stations to say "Pretty thing - looked too ‐ cute - to - wake up."

"Shut up," She swats at his wheel and he chuckles.

He whines disappointedly when she stretches and opens the door.

"Sorry Bee, cuddle time's over, I gotta get up."

He shifts to stand next to her, steadying her when she nearly falls.

"Steady there - angel. - You gonna be okay?"

"I'll be fine, Bee," She waves him down and when he's about eye level with her she tugs his face closer and kisses the side of his face, "Thank you."

He makes excited noised as she turns around and she bites her lip to keep herself from laughing.

"You're too good to be true, yeah!" He transforms back to his alt and honks a handful of times.

"Bee, my head!" She cries, looking back at him. His apologetic sounds melt her heart and she smiles, "Now you better get back to Sam before he freaks out."

[covenofwives]

Axolotl Kisses

GeorgeHD wants to visit DreamXD's secret Glade so see what sort of safe space XD made for himself. George is there as well to help show off the wonderful Glade and especially show off XD's axolotl pond.

Surprise

This was a little writing exercise I did a while ago. I was trying out a new writing style based on @mushiewrites writing because his way of writing is so clean and fun. I'm still experimenting but it was fun to do. And thanks to Mushie again for giving me the characters to write with this fic. Classic lee GeorgeHD is always a win.

This could take place sometime in the AU after HD returns to the Overworld. Timeline is a mess right now, don't worry about it.

Enjoy~

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The opalescent glade of DreamXD’s design never had a set spot, it just appeared when the God willed it. If Dream or George had ever needed time alone or away from the troubles of life it was always open and revealed to them. Now that GeorgeHD had returned to the Overworld, it was of course available to them too.

“When you had said you’d made a pocket realm here, this isn’t what I expected.” HD mused aloud as he looked around the glade. He looked over the purpling blades of grass and the blueish leaves of the trees.

“What had you expected?” XD asked.

“Something more…End realm like. I guess something to make you feel more at home.” HD shrugged. “But this isn’t bad. It’s really nice. Peaceful.”

XD beamed up with pride. His shoulders straightened up and the smile was clear even though his face was covered by his mask. George felt an empathetic happiness for the tall blonde God. He had been nervous for XD, ever since George had first mentioned the glade to HD. His older brother had shown interest in seeing it and XD hesitantly agreed. George worried he’d somehow gotten XD in trouble, but it seemed HD was genuinely interested.

“He’s even made a pond for axolotls! See?” George pointed over to the pond near the back of the glade, which HD was already drawn to.

It wasn’t a large pond, but it was wide enough. The bottom of it was glittering like gems and swimming around in the bright clear waters was a herd of axolotls. Dream and George had caught majority of them, bringing them to XD excitedly like children and he would grow the pond bigger with each one they brought.

“You’ve gotten a whole bunch of them.” HD sounded surprised, but interested. He watched the colourful axolotls swim around one another, occasionally swimming up to the surface before they dove back down. Then suddenly, all at once, the amphibians all moved as one and swarmed over to one side of the pond. HD followed their movement, gasping as he saw what they swarmed to. “George! What are you doing?”

The younger brunette was in the process of rolling up his trousers as he had thrown off his shoes. He’d already placed one of his feet into the pond and the axolotl swarmed to him with excited squeaks. He looked up to HD as he placed his other foot into the pond.

“I’m saying hello to the axolotls!” George said like it was an obvious answer, and he stood up in the pond. The side he was on was not that deep at all. The water didn’t even reach George’s knees. The axolotls all swam around him, chirping and pushing their snoots against his ankles and calves.

“Is that safe?” HD’s voice verged on worry as he moved closer to the side of the pond George was on.

“It’s perfectly safe!” XD assured them, coming to HD’s side. “The axolotls love him and Dream. They’re friendly. You should say hello to them.”

HD scoffed at the very idea. “As if I would! I’m about two seconds away from pulling George out! What if they bite him?”

XD and George both quickly assured him that axolotl bites don’t hurt. “It barely feels like anything.” XD added as George reached down into the pond to dip his hand into the pool. “Their bites feel more like a kiss. Like this.”

The blonde God gave soft pinches on HD’s arm, not enough to pull any skin but just enough to feel and HD pulled his arm away.

“S-top it!” HD snapped, trying to control their voice and XD grinned under the mask. “Fine! If you say they’re so friendly, let’s see it then!”

An elated giddiness rose in XD at HD going into the water. He had copied his brother’s action, rolling up his trouser legs and tentatively stepping into the water. The axolotls responded immediately to the new intrusion, majority of them leaving George and swarming to the new person stepping into their pond.

HD did very well to keep calm, even though XD saw the uneasiness in every tension of his muscles. He relaxed a bit more when XD came up behind him, offering silent security, and when the first axolotl booped onto his leg he seemed more at ease.

More axolotls gave more greeting boops and more left George’s side to meet the newcomer to their pond. HD was relaxed more and more when he realised the axolotls were friendly. It was all calm until one of the axolotls ventured lower and HD suddenly wasn’t relaxed.

The squeak scared XD before he realised it came from HD. The stary haired God jumped, squeaking and falling back to sit on the side of the pond.

“What’s wrong?” XD quickly came to HD’s side.

“Th-Thehey bit mehe!” HD tittered out.

“Bit you? They shouldn’t bite, they’re harmless!” George said as he slowly stepped out of the pond.

“They did!” HD whined and slowly pulled his feet out of the water. As soon as they were on dry land he rubbed over his ankles and the top of his foot.

A sense of guilt and puzzlement rose in XD. “An axolotl bite shouldn’t hurt. Did it hurt, HD?”

“It… N-No not exactly.” HD admitted.

XD frowned. HD was bitten but instead of rushing to safety he slowly pulled away like he didn’t want to hurt the axolotls. He rubbed over the spots his ankles had been bit but his lips were turned up in a hiding smile and the colours on his cheeks flowed a soft orange. HD wasn’t hurt, he was…

Realisation struck as suddenly as a bell chime. XD slowly grinned, wishing they had pushed their mask up earlier but they must have had another tell because HD suddenly looked towards them and his cheeks flushed pink.

“XD…” The smaller God spoke in warning, which XD did not heed at all.

“An interesting squeak you made, HD. It didn’t sound like pain either.”

HD had shuffled from the pond’s edge, looking to XD and George who had slowed behind a sitting XD, looking at the two Gods with confusion.

“I-It wasn’t of pain. It didn’t hurt. I was surprised, is all.” HD excused.

“Didn’t hurt but you did feel it. Hmmm.”

“XD! Don’t…”

“Don’t what, HD? What could I possibly be saying?”

“Oh!” George suddenly burst out, with a half laugh in his voice. “It tickled.”

“George! Shush! It did not!”

The blush glowing on HD’s cheeks was a dead give away he was lying. The smile he was desperately trying to hide grew more and more when XD shuffled closer to him. HD raised his hand, pointing at the offending God. “Don’t you dare! Get AWAY!”

The Gods ended up in a scuffle as XD pounced. It was a very short scuffle of course from HD’s end as XD had him perfectly held against the taller God’s chest. His arms pinned down to his side as both sets of arms hugged around him.

“EHEX DEHEHE! STOP! Get off!”

“Are you so ticklish that even your ankles are ticklish, HD?” XD whispered into his ear, making HD shudder and try to shrug his shoulders. The wrestling match between the two gave XD a good excuse to rid himself of his mask.

“S-Stohop!”

“Go and try them George.”

Suddenly reminded that yes, they had a witness to this exchange, HD’s eyes snapped onto George who was excitedly making his way over to HD’s legs. “NO! Geohorge! No! I’ll kick you! I swear it!”

“No you won’t.” George taunted with that smug smile HD was so used to. It was the smile that knew he wouldn’t get into trouble. He grabbed hold of one of HD’s ankles, pulling the leg out straight and immediately holding it down with his own leg.

“I think he’s got your ankle HD.”

“NOHO! G-Geohohorge! L-Let go!”

“Where did it tickle, HD?” George asked, completely ignoring the plight of his brother. “Did it get you here?” George poked on the bone, giggling with glee when HD jumped. “Or up here?” He poked the front of the ankle.

“NEeheither!” HD pulled at his arms held by XD. He tried turning his head and hiding in his shoulders or turning enough to hide in XD’s neck, but the blonde God moved himself out of HD’s way and HD was stuck. “Plehease!”

George slowly traced his finger back around to the small bump on HD’s ankle. He ran his finger round and around the shape, before turning his fingers up and scritching his nails along HD’s ankle. He went down, close to HD’s foot but never touching his sole and back up again.

The same squeak that jumped HD out of the pond came back again, and this time dissolved into a spew of giggles. HD’s other foot kicked out, which was just a mistake because now both his legs were caught by George. He curled his own legs around his older siblings, and tickled over the top of HD’s feet, slowly skittering his fingers down and around his ankles. George’s fingers fluttered over the side of HD’s heel and HD’s giggles kicked up into laughter and then pleadful howls.

“Mmm, that does look like it tickles, HD.” XD cooed in the smaller God’s ear. “Did the little axolotl’s nibble tickle? Their little chomps too tickly for your ankles? Who knew you have ticklish ankles to go along with your feet.”

“S-St-Stahahap! Plehease!” HD gasped out between the waves of laughter, ranging from soft breathy chuckles to loud squeals as George traced his fingers around every inch of the God’s ticklish ankles. “I-I’m behegging you! Plehehehease!”

XD only smiled, and gave a gentle blow into HD’s pink ear. If they were really wanting it to stop, HD could have easily broken out of XD’s arms. They’re legs were trapped because they wanted them to be, knowing at any time when the tickling was too much they could easily pull out of George’s grasp.

HD was trapped in the grasp of George and XD because they were just as curious about their ticklish ankles as George and XD were.

That thought made XD smile wider, and gave another puff of air to HD’s still red ear.

[melancholypancakes]

Dream of The Endless & Witch of Mortals

Author’s Note: This is going to be another Morpheus x Ancestor! Y/n, I just adore young dork Morpheus who is still brooding, and a young mortal witch woman is falling for him. 

This is how Morpheus met Witch! Y/n’s Ancestor when covens were barely made along with spells and Witches were rumored to be evil beings and sexual who bewitches animals, men, and women for their flesh and bones to make spells.

The Rumors were not true of course, mortals made it up while witches were minding their own business back in those days and at best, witches used frogs for spells. 

I still have the headcanon that witches are seen as evil beings by mortals but in reality, they are just trying to help mortals and use their power for good and their daily lives. 

(Unfortunately for the witches that did not work in their favor AKA “Witch trials”) 

This takes place in 1682 a couple of years before witches were haunted down and hanged or burned at the stake.  

This video inspired this idea :) 

https://youtu.be/GfpR32Z-e9A

A young woman was collecting herbs and flowers and carrying a basket in the fields before heading into town to grab some ingredients for potions. 

This young woman was a witch and was doing these tasks for her mentor, she is a successor to the mortals when her predecessor could no longer do this task. 

Her Mentor had told her to take being a successor very seriously. For the young woman would be dealing with immortal beings, Gods, and The Endless. 

For you see this young woman was an ambassador for Mortals so her kind and Mortals would not be erased from existence and to be proven worthy to live and be useful to higher beings and themselves. 

So you can tell this job wasn’t given to any witch, the high priestess just hope mankind would not be so arrogant mistakes made by Mortals.

In Truth, the witches were good people and kept the peace but then again, like all beings, not all witches were good or bad… 

Anyway, The young woman paid for individual materials and placed them in the bag, but not until minutes after leaving the town did she bump into passers-by and drop her bag. 

She sighs and did her best to collect the fallen items as people walked past her until someone picked up one of her items and handed it to her. 

The Young woman looked up to see a very, very handsome man with raven long hair wearing a black cassock. 

At first, she didn’t think anything of it and said “Thank you…”. She then collected her items and the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. 

“Oh….Oh!” She quickly got up holding her basket close clearly startled by who the “man” actually was. 

The “Man” just looked at her confused and wondering if the mortal was alright although he was not known for deliberately helping mortals like this but something told him he needed to…

“You…aren’t you Morpheus?” she asked as he confirmed it by awkwardly saying yes. As for the witch, she was freaking out. 

This was Morpheus of The Endless, Dream of The Endless, Oneiros, part of the Endless, and was created by the Night and Time Itself.

This wasn’t a Mortal or a god He was an endless one of the most powerful beings that could wipe out life in a matter of seconds. 

So as ambassador of mortals, Y/n must take this job seriously and should not anger an Endless. 

The Young woman was intimated what he was but stood her ground well she tried to, she was a strong woman but was now nervous of an endless. 

“You’re an Endless!...” She squeaks as she gets embarrassed in front of Morpheus, “I..um” he says awkwardly as he realizes he made the poor girl uncomfortable without even trying. 

Morpheus didn’t even know mortals knew of him, it was strange to him how a young mortal woman knew…maybe someone told her? 

“Oh dear..this is so embarrassing” she nervously says as she quickly tries to walk away. 

“I’m so sorry…I had no idea!” She continues “Your endlessness…” she says as she was about to escape she felt his hand on hers holding her back. 

“Wait! Please…It’s okay.” He says as she covers her face with her hands and nervously talks. 

“I’m such a mess!” she says blushing, “No, you’re not…” he says trying to reassure the mortal woman. 

Suddenly, Morpheus smells a beautiful scent from the Mortal woman’s hair smelling like lavender. 

“You…Smell really…pretty” he suddenly says and the woman blushes red at what he just said. 

“I uh…I mean you smell good!” he says as Morpheus feels embarrassed, “She turns to him and nervously smiles. 

“Wow…this is awkward.” she says looking at him sheepishly then he looks at her, “Um…are we okay now? Miss…” he asks. 

“Oh! Y/n, I’m a witch of the Dreaming realm” she says as Morpheus looks at her with amusement in a way. 

The Young girl was indeed a Witch but she claimed her specialty lay within the dreaming was...very interesting, to say the least.

“Really?...me too.” He says as she giggles at him, “You don’t seem very…Witch like.” Y/n says. 

Morpheus chuckles, “You’re funny, no I’m part of the Dreaming as well,” he tells her and she suddenly gets excited. 

“No way!” she giggles and gets close to him. “Trust me, I’ve heard many stories about you Morpheus.” 

The young Witch seem to be getting really comfortable with the Endless and he seemed relieved and comforted by the witch girl as her cherry attitude was something wasn’t used to… 

[myreygn]

tkltober day 7: Flustered

My Hero Academia - ler!Momo, lee!Awase

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“Do you like it?”

Yosetsu can’t manage an answer. All he can do is stare down at his own face printed on the little video game in his hand and try not to tear up. She had made this for him. Momo, his wonderful wonderful girlfriend, had designed an entire video game based on him, on them, in her mind, a working game with the graphics and the programming and everything. He doesn’t even want to begin the amount of time and effort she had to have put in this.

“Oh god, you don’t like it.”

Yosetsu’s head whips up and he puts the game to the side, grabbing her face and pressing a kiss to her lips. “No, no, darling, please, I love it! It’s so good, it’s perfect, thank you so much!”

“Really?” She looks at him with wide eyes and god, she’s so pretty, he’s gonna die. “You looked so down for a moment…”

“Oh, no, that’s not because of your present, I promise.” A nervous chuckle slips out of his mouth, the box with the necklace suddenly weighing a ton in his pocket. “It’s just… my present for you seems kinda lame now.”

Momo furrows her flawless brows at him. “It’s not a competition, Yosetsu.”

“I know, I know that, I… you’re just… you deserve perfect, Momo. You shouldn’t get any less than that.”

“What do you mean?” Now it’s her turn to grab his cheeks and she pulls him in even more as if to create more intensity. (It works. Her skin is even more beautiful up close, Jesus Christ.) “You’re perfect for me, Yosetsu. Don’t talk yourself down like that.”

“But you’re perfect.” He barely musters up the courage to look her in the eyes. “You’re smart and beautiful and kind and gracious and I… I don’t know, I’m kind of average, I guess?”

“Awase Yosetsu!” He’s not at all prepared when she pushes him against the backrest and straddles him, a reproachful finger relentlessly tapping his chest. “You are anything but average! You’re a great guy, a kind person and a wonderful boyfriend!”

Yosetsu feels a blush spread across his cheeks, but Momo isn’t finished. “You do so much for me! You always notice when I’m not doing too good and take care of me! You make the most amazing Ohagi I’ve ever eaten, you have an amazing singing voice, your laugh is my favorite sound in the world, you’re super funny, your drawings are amazing - do you want me to go on? Because I could go on!”

“God, no!” Yosetsu had buried his face in his hands already, embarrassed by the way it was flushing with heat. “Stop, please- I didn’t know you liked… I mean who wouldn’t… my laugh is not cute!”

“It is very cute! Just like your blush - come on, show me your face.”

A squeak erupts from Yosetsu’s mouth and it takes all the self control he has to not lower his arms when Momo begins to tickle under his arms. “Mohomo, dohohohon’t!”

“But you’re not gonna show me your cute face unless I make you, dear.”

Said face heats up even more and Yosetsu trembles in an effort not to reveal it - he must be looking like a stop sign already! “Ihihihit’s nohot cuhuhute- stohop tihihickling mehe!”

“I will as soon as you show me your face.”

He squeals when the tickling fingers reach his tummy and tries to escape by twisting to the side, but with Momo straddling his lap, he’s not going anywhere. “Nahahahat thehehehere! Nahahahat thehe- NAHAHAHAHA MOHOMOOOOOO!”

“Oh, is this a bad spot?” The soft smile on Momo’s face is almost audible in her voice when she wiggles a single finger in his belly button. “I wasn’t aware.”

“YEHEHEHES, YOHOU WEHEHEHERE!” Yosetsu’s hands finally shoot down, grabbing her wrist - who cares about his blush, this is unbearable. “STAHAHAHAP, PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“If you insist.” Momo chuckles softly and stops, softly pushing back a few strands of his hair instead. “You look adorable.”

Yosetsu blushes again, watches her lips stretch into a smile, then blushes some more. “If you say so…”

“I’ll say so every day if that’ll get it in your head.” She presses a kiss to his cheek and snuggles up to him and he’s the luckiest guy in the world. “And I’ll mean it every time.”