#he just sits down infront of him and starts scribbling

[taw-k]

Loki would make the perfect muse for Cap.

Cap learns that Thor's mischievous brother is a wicked shapeshifter and immediately thinks "so he could shapeshift into any kind of creature? I have to draw him!" And he ends up asking Loki to do a bunch of poses as other people, himself, and animals. Loki pretends to be exhausted by it but is secretly LOVING IT. Someone finally paying attention to him, so much that they'd willingly sit for hours and draw him while displaying his magic! YES PLEASE!

[d-dalladalla]

Detective Shin

warnings : Smut idk what else u expect from me?

So this was requested by anon but for the life of me i can't find it in my requests or my drafts so if ur the one who requested a 1900s detective ryujin x fem fatale you have my heart <3

"Shin, this isn't a good idea." Yuna mumbled from under her hand. She stood infront of her desk, papers tossed onto the messy pile already covering it.

"This family…two murders in a year, unsolved. You're walking into a death trap." Yuna sighed, running her hands through her hair as Ryujin's eyes scanned over the paperwork. Police report after police report from nosy neighbours reporting another domestic between a young married couple. This family, rich assholes marry off their children to more rich assholes to keep the class division strong.

Their youngest daughter now married off to some asshole, living in their parents home and fighting like hell every night. Until they didn't and silence fell over the estate. Two weeks and neighbours started to talk, and now a mountain of missing person reports sat on Ryujin's desk and you were her number one suspect.

"I'm just asking a couple questions kid, don't worry. I can handle myself." Ryujin stood, pushing her desk chair out, reaching back to lift her coat off the chair's back and throwing it to drape over her shoulders.

"Plus, she's some rich doll too far up her own ass. I think I can handle my own."

Yuna turned around as Ryujin circled the desk and started towards the door, "Jus-just be careful please." Yuna retaliated.

"Trust me, I can handle her." Ryujin scoffed and went out the door.

House wasn't the right word. More like mansion in the realest way ever imagined. Large and gothic walls that gated the house, doors that stretched up to the ceiling and large stained glass windows.

So when you opened the door the juxtaposition of your small frame against the overwhelming house took Ryujin by suprise.

Surely this wasn't the right woman, Ryujin thought. Maybe this was a younger sister.

"Good evening ma'am, I'm detective Shin, I've been here to ask some questions regarding Mr Kim's dissapearance, are you the lady of the house?" Ryujing flashed her badge for moment letting her eyes follow your movement as you leant against the large door frame.

"That would be me yes," You mumbled out, "may I know who requested this little house call?" You sent a wink her way, trying your best to appear small.

"Some locals, not able to tell you details I'm afraid. May I come in?" Ryujing spoke shortly, not waiting for an answer as she stepped forward trapping you against the doorframe as she herdered you back into the house, closing the door behind her with a kick.

You tilted your head towards the longue, letting her follow behind and gesture for her to sit on the large couch, the room lit by the fire's dying embers.

"I'm afraid I dont have many help on tonight, your friends down at the station have taken them in for questioning…" You glared at her, words gritted out between your teeth.

Ryujin let her eyes flick up from her notebook, fiddling with the ink pen between her fore finger and thumb. She paused for a moment before speaking, letting her eyes trail down your figure. She didn't see you as a threat.

"That wasn't my decision ma'am, I am just a detective not a chief. Just routine questioning ma'am. Now do you mind if I ask some questions?" Ryujin let her eyes meet yours.

"Of course, detective."

"When was the last time you saw or heard from your husband?" Ryujin started scribbling down on her notepad.

"Two weeks ago, he said he had business in town, be two days and that was that." You spoke curtly, sitting opposite Ryujin in one of the large chairs.

"And you haven't had any contact with him since?"

"No."

"You're neighbours had reported fighting between yourself and your husband, had their been issues in your marriage for a while?" Ryujin looked up from her notepad once again. Her gaze was unreadable, but her eyes didn't leave yours.

"I don't see how that's your business detective." You bit back, your weren't one to be accused of such things. Who did she think she was, storming into your home and accusing you of murder.

"It's just routine questions miss, can I continue?" She spoke softly. You nodded.

"Did you ever suspect your husband of adultary?"

"…Yes." You grumbled out, letting your eyes fall away from Ryujin's and to the floor. You knew he was cheating on you. He knew you were too. There was no love in this marriage, simple arragments to keep both lineages happy.

"You could say detective, we both prefered other romantic ventures." You stood, letting yourself circle around the back of her chair. Pouring her a scotch before letting your arm drop to thee side of her and the drink resting above her hand before she shakily took it from yours and let it rest on her thigh.

"I'm afraid I don't follow miss." Ryujin trailed off, letting her coat jacket fall down her shoulders and pool around her hips on the couch.

"You're a smart one detective, I'm sure you could figure it out hmm?" You let your hands fall down to her shoulders giving them a soft squeeze and letting out a sigh before releasig them and sitting down on the edge of the couch.

"Anymore questions detective?"

"a-ah yes, is-is there any where he would frequent, men's clubs? certain pubs?" She began to scribble in her notepad again.

"Oh he visisted the men's clubs alright." You laughed out, shuffling further up the couch, inches from where Ryujin's legs where. Letting your thigh brush against her own.

"Shall we cut the pleasentries detective?" you murmered out. "We both know I didn't kill him, a little thing like me? even you could over power me." You smirked under your breathe, standing and circling her once again before letting your hands falls back to her shoulders once again, squeezing once and then again and again. Breaking into a massage and smiling as she let out a soft moan.

"My my detective, so tense…you that worked up over me?" you hushed out, dropping your head down to be level with her ear.

"Miss…I-I don't know if this is appropriate-" She stammered out but stopped suddenly as your hand clamped down on her chin and quickly jutted it to turn to meet your eyes.

"Hush now detective. You think I did it huh?" You leaned in closer.

"I-I…"

"You're questions about my sex life don't seem appropriate." You whispered letting your lips graze against hers.

"I didn't mean anything offense miss."

"Oh I doubt that detective." you pushed forward the last teasing inches between the two of you. Letting your right hand stay stationary on her chin as her hands discarded the notebook in her lap and flung it out of sight. She clambered up onto her knees before letting her hands fall to your waist, the barrier of the couch now becoming obvious as she hoisted you over it and let your back hit the cushioned bottom.

Ryujin hovered above, her arms bracketing either side of your head and letting her lips devour your own. Not letting up for a sinlge breathe as you yanked your head away as your lungs started to burn.

Ryujin's lips started their attack down your neck, tongue slobbering and teeth nipping and sucking. She was relentless and unspeaking as her hands started to work their way down your body. Tracing down your sides before they stopped at your hips.

"Can I miss?" she mummered out, lips coming back to yours for the briefest of kisses.

A nod was all you could muster out, your mind fried and Ryujin gave a devilish grin before pushing your nightgown up to your midriff. Letting it bunch and letting her hands drop down to your panties. Smirking when her fingers found the soaked patch waiting for her.

"You been wanting this ma'am? thinking about me fucking you on your husband's couch?" she gritted out, voice gruff and filled with want. Her fingers quickly disregarding the fabric protecting the skin there and forcing two digits through your enterance.

"Jesus," You cried out before biting down on your bottom slip, the help would be back at some point tonight and the last thing they need to see is the lady of the house being fucked by the college of the detetive who just interrogated them for multiple hours on end.

"Be quiet," Ryujing murmered out, her finger beginning to pump at a relentless pace, it wouldn't take long for you to hit you peak, not with her.

Ryujin let her head fall down to the crook of your neck once more, fingers started to slam in and out of you as her tongue gave your neck a broad stripe, and her teeth pulled at the skin. She manouvered her hand, the palm beginning to press down harshly on your clit, not letting the pressure up as her fingers kept fucking in and out of you with a rapid pace.

"Oh God detective," you whined out, you were close, just-just need it harder. "Please, harder- harder fuck me harder." You might as well of yelled out as your hands that were circled around her neck pulled her further into you. The grip starting to burn in your upper arms.

"You want harder?" Ryujin smirked, her pace was unrelenting, her other hand placed on your lower back and forcing you to arch upwards into her body as you reached your climax.

Ryujin was speaking but as you came ono the corner of your lips and down your chin.

"God," you huffed out, your breath still not caught up.

"I think I may need to question you again soon ma'am. I don't think I got enough information this time round." Ryujin spoke. Her hand brushing the loose hair starting to gather around her eyes.

"Well of course, detective. We have to be thorough now don't we."

[princessbrunette]

all i need is jayj who when im clumsy and accidentally mess smth up like it's broken i dunno what happened:(( and he's just like c'mere cupcake let's take a look -- i need it now!! talk to me like that and i might have your babies - 🍓

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the tv remote at the chateau was always giving you trouble. you swore it was out to get you or something. after a long day, you just wanted to watch your show. all was peaceful, john b looking over maps, jj doing whatever it is jj does when he’s alone in the other room, you were curled up and comfy — and now the remote was deciding not to listen to you.

it would have been fine, but you were already feeling overwhelmed from your long day and that was just the icing on the cake. your show had already started and you frantically press the buttons, trying to bring the worthless piece of junk to life. your first thought was to blame john b. it was his remote, after all. you whine, slamming it down and placing your head in your hands as you start to cry— mad at the world.

“hey? what’s with the tears, little miss?” jj appears in the centre of the room, midway through running a hand through his hair, plonking his cap back on. “what’d you do to her, john b?” he scolds faux sternly and the brunette waves him off, too focused to even realise you were upset in the first place.

“what are you talkin’ about?” he slurs, furiously scribbling things down as jj passes him to come sit with you.

jj drops down beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and craning round to get a better look at you. “c’mere, sweetie.”

“its broken.” you sniffle, holding up the remote. “think i broke it again and i just wanna watch my show.”

he follows the tech with his eyes before reaching out, waiting for you to put it in his palm. “lemme take a look at it, yeah? ‘sure it’s fixable, babydoll.” he examines it, turning it around and opening the battery pack on the back to find two empty slots where the batteries should be. he turns it round and shows you with a reassuring smile, happy to have solved the mystery.

“just needs some new batteries, that’s all.” he reaches up, briefly stroking your cheek with his thumb before twisting round to where john b sat at the other end of the room at the table, a mess of maps infront of him. “really, john b? a remote without batteries in it? you got the lady in distress over here.”

the brunette lifts his head, lips parted in distraction as he blinks a few times before replying. “oh, yeah— needed it for that lantern we took out the other day, remember?” he reminds before carrying on doing his important work. jj theatrically shakes his head at you with an eye roll before pushing himself up.

“good news is, there’s a whole pack of those bad boys in the cabinet.” he pushes himself to stand before leaning down to kiss the crown of your head briefly. “see? you’re all good. wipe those tears, pretty thing.” and with that he’s sliding away, hopping over furniture to grab you new batteries.

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[sunghoonnsupremacy]

ANTISOCIAL. - l.hs.

previous - now - next

- summary ; when the popular jock starts finding interest in the new girl, hell breaks lose. she eventually gives in and he shows her exactly why he's popular.

- warnings ; eventual smut, rough sex, bondage, degrading, mentions of drugs/alcohol, asshole heeseung

READ UNDER THE CUT!

monday was same as any other day. students were crowding around the school entrance like normal. lee heeseung was walking the halls letting girls basically fall down to their knees the second they acknowledge his presence.

"dude you're embarrassing us. stop with that face" sunghoon, his bestfriend grumbles from beside him. "exactly. this isn't your kingdom bro" heeseung rolls his eyes and shoves at jays side with his elbow. "with the new semester starting, i gotta get my game on" the trio walks into class and sits on their desks, keeping up their "bad boy" reputation.

"you already have like ten girlfriends so, what's the point in playing new ones?" "stop hating. you're just jealous your girlfriend isn't even down to fuck anymore." jay kicks into heeseung causing him to trip off his desk and stumble around.

"actually we fucked yesterday. it was very romantic" jay argues back empathizing the adjective.

the two keep bickering until the bell suddenly rings, their literature teacher coming into the classroom.

"students! settle down. we have a new student coming in today. be nice to her and make her feel welcomed!. " she warns sternly before a knock is heard. jia walks in immediately feeling the stares of the students. she keeps her head up and stands infront of the board with her arms fidgeting around the ends of her skirt.

"oh I'll make her feel real welcomed. " sunghoon whistles, making the others giggle. the girl grimaces and gives him a quiet scoff.

heeseung just stares mesmerised smirking. his buddy jay turns to look at him , already knowing what he's thinking.

"park sunghoon! stop it with the remarks. leave her alone. " the teacher shouts at him causing him to slide down into his seat filled with embarrassment.

"you can sit down in the back, behind heeseung." she whispers to jia. the new student nods and heads over to the back of the classroom towards the empty seat.

"okay guys open your books to page 69!"

the moment she sits down, he turns to face her. "hey, im lee heeseung. " he winks at her holding out a hand. she furrows her eyebrows at him in confusion before shaking his hand.

"im yang jia.

"wanna come to my party after school? I'll make sure you have fun. "

"sure."

"here's my number.  text me. " he hands her a crumbled paper with scribbled numbers on it. she nods his direction and focuses on the board leaving him to turn back around pleased with himself.

[milkybellybites]

The List - Teaser

The List

idol!Haechan x idol!Reader

Genre: Enemies to lovers

WC: 977

Not proofread!!

Being a soloist in a company of many groups can be boring. Boring dance pratices, boring interviews, boring recording sessions, boring everything. Everyone had there groups to laugh with, but not you. So, what else were you meant to do when all of NCT 127 were sitting in front of you during an awfully boring company meeting? Rate them all, of course.

TEASER

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**THIS LIST IS PURELY MY PERSONAL OPINION BASED ON EXPERIENCES I HAVE HAD WITH THESE INDIVIDUALS**

(and their looks)

Taeyong: Personality - 10/10, he is too kind for his own good. Looks - 10/10, do I even need to write anything here?? OVERALL: 10/10

Johnny: Personality - 8/10, funny, funny, funny. Thats about it. Looks: 9/10, like a God, uses his height as a threat (not funny.) OVERALL: 9/10

Jungwoo: Personality - 8/10, gets along witn basically everyone. Looks: 8/10, a little cutie. OVERALL: 8/10

Mark: Personality - 8/10, LOUD. Looks: 7/10, cute face but a little short for my liking. OVERALL: 7/10

Taeil: Personality - 7/10, not talked much but seems nice. Looks: 7/10, lowkey looks like a dad. OVERALL: 7/10

Doyoung: Personality - 7/10, very bullyable. Looks - 8/10, cutie, but still bullyable. OVERALL: 7/10

Yuta: Personality - 6/10, haven’t talked to him much. Looks - 5/10, intimidating but still smash. OVERALL: 6/10

Jaehyun: Personality: 4/10, frat boy. Looks - 6/10, smash. OVERALL: 6/10

Haechan: 0/10, no explanation needed. This boy is the worst thing to ever walk this earth.

“Y/N, are you paying attention? This is important.” Executive Director Jang asks, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. We need to work hard this year. Make lots of money.” I reply lazily, while quickly shutting my diary.

The director gives me a stern look before turning back to the projector, pointing at some graph while blabbering on about nonsense.

“I cant believe you just made that.” I hear my manager, Mina Lee, whispers to me while gently elbowing my side.

“What? Its not like they are ever going to see it.” I whisper back, quietly laughing to myself while looking down at my book.

“If you say so.”

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“Do you wanna see it?” I ask my small group of friends, already reaching to grab the pink diary from my tote because we all know what the answer is.

“Duh.” Ningning, one of my bestfriend since trainee days, laughs.

Karina quickly snatches the diary from my hand and flicks through the pages. As soon as her eyes land on the list, Ningning, Giselle, and Winter are all quick to gather around her.

“Get me a pen, please. I have some thoughts I would like to add.” Winter sweetly smiles at me. That smile never means anything good. She is either going to write something god awful about one of them or something very TMI about her ex-boyfriend, Mark.

“Me too!” I hear the other three call from down the hall as I make my way to my bedroom. 

One pink pen for Winter. One green pen for Karina. One blue pen for Giselle. One purple pen for Ninging.

I toss all four pens down on the floor infront of the giggly group of girls sitting on my living room floor. They all practically pounce to grab the pens, then start scribbling god-knows-what onto the list.

“You guys can’t tell anyone about this. You know that right?” I say, leaning back on the beanbag next to them.

“Yeah, of course. Imagine if the media found out about this. They would have a field day.” Giselle laughs, still scribbling away.

Suddenly, I have a odd feeling in my stomach. I never thought about that while writing the list, “Haha, yeah.” I quietly reply.

“Hey, you’ve got nothing to worry about. We won’t tell.” Karina smiles at me.

“Plus, we would all get our asses handed to us by the company. If you go down, so do we.” Ningning laughs.

The reassurance from my best friends lightens the feeling in my stomach.

“There! We're done, you can have it back now.” Winter smiles at their work before handing it back to me.

My eye widen as I see all of the things they have written. Devil horns above Haechan’s name - which makes me laugh - ab drawings next to Jaehyun’s name, an angel halo ontop of Taeyong’s name, extremely TMI things written about mark and his “great ability to turn you into a tsunami”, borderline psychotic things about Johnny's height and how Giselle would “Climb him like a tree”, and so much more.

“Yeah, no one should see this. Ever.” I laugh while slowly looking up at my best friends.

“I agree.” Karina laughs while hiding her red cheeks behind her phone.

“Wait. Let's sign a pact.” Giselle excitedly sits up, “Hypothetically speaking, if anyone finds the list, we all have to own up to what we wrote so Y/N isn't the only one under fire.”

That night, we all signed the same pact, which is as follows:

I solemnly swear on the God of all Gods, that I will not share, show, speak about, or leak “The List” to anyone under any circumstance. EVER.  If “The List” is exposed, I will own up to my part in making "The List". If any of us are to lose the diary that contains “The List”, I will do everything in my power to get the book back. I will not mention the diary containing "The List" or “The List” in public, and in case I really really need to I shall address it as “My weekly grocery list”.

If I chose to break any of these rules, I will adhere to any punishment set by the rest of the group.

Sigh here:

Karina :p  GISELLE  y/n  Winter  NINGning :)

[tobysbliss]

tickletober day 27- hysterical

#augtickletober2023

ler!wilbur, lee!tommy

rAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

CRIMEEEEEEEBBBBOOOOOOOOOYYYYYSSSSSS

“It wasn’t that funny..” Wilbur rolled his eyes as Tommy laughed borderline hysterically.

Wilbur had been mid-conversation with Phil, when Tommy decided to run up behind Wilbur and squeeze his hips. And Wilbur screamed. Like, louder than either of them had ever heard before.

In Tommy’s defense, he heard Wilbur threaten Phil with tickles. He had to protect his father figure, right? So why not give Wilbur a little warning..?

And now Wilbur and Tommy were alone in Wilbur’s home. And Tommy would not leave Wilbur alone about what had happened.

“It was absolutely THAHAT FUNNY!” Tommy fell backwards onto the floor, only a few feet away from Wilbur.

“Really?” Wilbur took a few steps closer, so he was now infront of Tommy. “So, you find that funny?” Tommy nodded as his laughter began to die down.

“How about I give you something to laugh at.” Wilbur then lunged at Tommy, quickly and effectively pinning him to the ground. He grinned evilly at the shriek that came from Tommy.

“AH, WHAT THE FUCK, MAN!?” Tommy started trying to shove Wilbur away, failing to no avail. “Get off me!”

“Nope.” Wilbur was quick to drill his thumbs to Tommy’s hips, using the rest of his fingers to dig them into the spot just above Tommy’s hips.

“WihIHILBUHUR! WHAT THE FUHUCK!? NOHOHO!” Tommy screamed, his hands flew down and immediately held a tight grip on Wilbur’s wrists. Wilbur did pause for a moment to ask if Tommy was alright with this; the nod was enough of a yes for Wilbur to continue wrecking him.

“Jesus, Tommy, I’m only tickling you. No need to get all hysterical.” Wilbur teased lightly, moving his hands up to dig his fingers into Tommy’s ribs.

“I’m gonna dIHIHIE!” Tommy tried to push Wilbur away, very quickly realizing he wasn’t going to be able to.

“You’re not going to die, don’t be so dramatic!” Wilbur laughed as he pulled Tommy’s shirt up to his ribs, before leaning his head down and blowing a raspberry on Tommy’s stomach.

Tommy threw his head back in shrieky laughter, “WILBUR! NOHOHOT THAHHAT- SHIHIT!”

Wilbur did it again, giggling at the shriek that came from Tommy. He started scribbling his fingers over the teen stomach with one hand, using the other to squeeze up and down his sides.

“FUHUCK OHOHOFF!” Tommy hid his face behind his arms, no longer bothering to fight back as he fell into hysterics. This was so unfair!

But he didn’t want it to stop yet.

“What, you found it so funny to tickle me infront of Phil, but it’s a problem when I do it to you? Come on, man. Don’t be hypocritical.” Wilbur smiled before blowing yet another raspberry on Tommy’s stomach, eliciting yet another shriek which he couldn’t help but chuckle fondly at.

Wilbur laughed with Tommy, and eventually he just started blowing raspberry after raspberry after raspberry— Until Tommy actually shoved him off. Wilbur landed with a quiet ‘oof,’ looking over at Tommy.

“STOHOP! Plehease, oh my gohod. That’s enohough!” Tommy curled into a ball as he giggled away.

Wilbur was quick to sit by Tommy and ensure he was alright. “Are you okay..? I didn’t go too far- did I? I’m so sorry, come here.” He held Tommy in a hug, a very gentle hug that made Tommy melt almost instantly.

“You didn’t, it’s alright, man. Don’t worry about it.” Tommy began slurring over his words, he was very tired now. He melted in Wilbur’s arms, keeping his arms loosely wrapped around the older. It took everything in Wilbur’s power not to coo aloud, how could this usually annoying, loud, cocky child be so adorable?

It was a mystery that nobody knew the answer to, really.

[d3adbr3inc3lls]

Just Two Teens (highschool AU) | Spinel x Reader | Oneshot

I had a convo with @//amethiosspouse abt this but I'm using diff headcannons and such for this,

CW: Implied stalking,(?)

You never really noticed the boy with teal hair until recently when he came late to class, uttering an apology to the teacher with a slip of paper between his fingers explaining his late arrival.

That was the first time you've ever noticed him, and ever since then, it's like you can't just not notice him. He's in most of your classes, he's in your Calc, Digital Solutions, English and he's in some of your Sciences, the only subjects where you don't really see him are the two subjects you chose to make school tolerable.

Apparently, he's one of the smartest students in your grade which honestly suprised you because he'd often skip class, preferring to watch some streamer in the bathroom instead of focusing on his poor attendance to class.

But hey, the teachers couldn't complain, he was the best student in the class.

Sometimes you swore he was following you, or even keeping tabs. It started with him following your pokégram -which was set to private and had no mentions of your name or anything that could hint at it being you- and it slowly spiralling to you seeing him during breaks and in hallways despite your other classes being nowhere near eachother.

Talking to him was easy, he sat with no-one, giving you a chance to sit next to him.

He never admitted or hinted at stalking you, (even if the chances of it happening were high) but you never asked.

--

"Fancy seeing you here,"

The teal-haired main quickly flicked his head up, his body relaxing as he realised that it was just you, and not one of his other quote-unquote friends.

Nodding, he slid his glasses -which you swore didn't have lenses- up his nose before patting a spot next to him, his mechanical pencil was slotted between his fingers as he corrected his finger placement before continuing to write.

"Assignments, eh?"

Talking to him proved to be difficult at times. He rarely spoke to people, preferring to be an observer and only speak up when he knew what to say.

Nodding, the teen quickly read his paragraph before scribbling some stuff down and sliding the piece of paper into his English book.

"Yeah. English is fairly simple. Hopefully you've worked on yours at home, it's due tomorrow."

You often forgot that he sat behind you in English, so he knew about all those times you've played games instead of focusing on classwork.

To be fair, tetris was a relatively simple and mindless game that kept your attention to the arc-awful audio book playing in the background.

"Give me some credit, I've finished the assignment a few days ago,"

It was true. You finished the assignment as quickly as possible so you could do whatever you felt like in class, and it proved to be successful, with you handing in your printed copy to the teacher last period who was happily suprised.

Nodding, the teal haired teen glanced in your direction, only to focus on the science building somewhat infront of the two of you.

"We have math next, and that assignment is due today,"

Picking himself up off the ground, Spinel grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder, giving you a grin as he left you dumbfounded.

Since when did you have a math assignment??

[dxliqhted]

infrunami: hawks

college au. hawks x fem! reader, fluff.

"hey." you looked up to see keigo turned facing your desk, his arms placed on the cold surface giving him a pillow for his head to rest on.

it's different because you usually only see the back of his head, he never turns to talk to you and you don't have the courage to start a conversation with him either. you're just there.

"hi." you greet back, a hand still halfway into your bag but frozen, "you're really quiet." he informs, i smile softly because i don't really know how to respond, but i don't want to give a bad impression, "oh." i say, a little after, uncomfortable with the silence and his gaze.

under his gaze i feel wrong—or strange. like i didn't belong in his honey hue.

keigo wasn't talkative either but he was still popular. he had this switch, from quiet to then knowing exactly everything he had to say around his friends.

"i guess i am." i say then after, he blinks at me, watching me take out my pencil case, "do you need notes or something?" i hate how i sounded, like i wanted to rush out of the conversation when i really didn't, but there's a feeling swallowing my chest and it's choking me every minute he keeps looking at me like that.

like i'm the best thing he's seen today.

"you have yesterday's chem notes?" he asks, i nod instantly, i might not even have them but i say i do just to get his smile. he smiles softly but it's enough for me. i practically shoved the notebook in his face, but he doesn't seem fazed.

he takes it and turns back around, leaving me flustered and confused.

...

"hey." my heart jumps to his voice, i look up to see him standing infront of my desk, "notes?" i ask and expectedly he nods, i already have them in hand and ready and it makes him smile, it makes me smile too.

he sits in his seat infront of me and im met with the back of his head again.

i seem him scribble quickly as i pack my things up for lunch, patiently waiting for him to finish. when he does i hear a swarm of laughs coming down the hall,

it doesn't take long for keigo to hear it too and begin to pack his stuff up too, he keeps my notebook on his desk.

i wish he'd give it to me quicker because i'd like to avoid his friends if i could.

"keigo come on. we gonna go out for lunch or not? im hungry." one burst the door open, shouting into the empty classroom with just me and keigo in it.

i can't see keigos expression when he says "in a minute." but when he turns back to me he's pensive. he holds my notebook firmly infront of him, "[name]." he calls as if he didn't have my attention,

"who's this girl?" as soon as the guy said it his whole group of friends peaked inside, "oh shit is this the new girlfriend?" one laughs and it makes my heart sink a little.

i see keigo sigh, while eyeing the guys in a way that screams 'not now' but i think its my cue to leave, "i'll see you tomorrow." i grab my notebook from his hands before grabbing my bag and slinging to on my shoulder to leave.

...

"hi." i smiled, he's been staring at me for sometime now without saying anything, "hey." he says soon after, only to be meet with silence again. "you want notes?" i ask already ready to fish into my bag for whatever he needs, but he shakes his head no.

"oh." i say confused, did he not like my notes? he always takes my notes for the past school year.

"[name]?" he calls, "we're friends right?" his eyes devour me, i feel exposed under them, "yes, i think we are."

he smiles at my words, "well...friends hangout, you know." he seems almost playful now, i haven't seen him like this, not towards me at least.

"do you wanna hangout?" i question, he laughs shortly before nodding, "i thought you were gonna make me ask."

i haven't seen a lot of sides to keigo. "we can see a movie." but i'm open to seeing them, "i heard there's this comdey out called—"

"keibabyyy!" a girl wrapped her arms around his waist, tugging him close to her body, "i was wondering where you ran off to..why are you in the back?" she asks her attention soley on him,

"i'm talking with a friend." he cleared his throat, he stiffened to her touch, it wouldn't be noticeable if i weren't so close.

"a friend?" she blinks cluelessly before her eyes settle on me, a spike of jealousy growing within her smile, "oh, her."

she looked friendly but her smile didn't touch her eyes, "hi."

i didn't greet her back but i smiled at her genuinely, before picking up my phone, and raising my brows at the screen in the way one would to receiving news, "oh oops, i have to go." i stood up, quickly putting my books in my bag before flinging it on my shoulder, "cya keigo." i smiled at him before stepping out of the room. but once the door shut i didn't move.

i didn't recieve any news, i just wanted to leave.

...

"cute." i look up to see touya towering over my desk, his hands tucked into his uniform pockets giving him his lazy imfamous look. "what?"

"the drawings, you made em'?" he points to one i made during math, i smile, "yeah i did i—"

"touya." keigo steps next to him, "lost?"

for some reason touya smiles, "no actually, i think i was making a friend. we can be friends, right?" now he's looking at me, i nod with a smile, expecting keigo to act similarly now that they have a mutual friend. but he glares at me instead.

my brows sink, but he just turns and ignores me, "whatever." he walks out of the classroom disregarding the teacher who's setting up for his lecture.

"i guess the seats free." touya shrugged, sitting on keigos chair and turning to face me as keigo would, "whats this one? a chick?" he points at my notebook doodles again,

...

"wheres your next class i'll walk you." touya chimes in as i throw my lunch away, "i have gym right now so it'll be a short walk." i point at the gym doors just down the hall from where the cafeteria stood.

"so you don't have to walk me plus you have chem upstairs, you'll be late if you waste anymore time." i tell him, my words make him smirk and i already regret saying anything, "remembering my schedule? you must really like me babe." he gets closer but with a shove at his shoulder he's laughing his ass off.

"leave." i grumble, and, still laughing, touya steps away from me, "fine but meet me at the gate afterschool's over!" he yells over his shoulder, flashing me a quick smile before disappearing with the swarm of people down the hall.

i turn ready to squeeze through everyone and beeline to the gym but i catch keigo a few tables back, he's glaring at me again, a hand over his mouth in thought, he almost looks angry.

i blink and he turns to talk to someone else so i turn and head to the gym.

...

i'm waiting at the school gate for touya but he doesn't show up. there's worry building up in me but theres also an ick. knowing touya he's probably with some girl and forgot completely about what he told me.

i cringe at the thoughts that swarm my head so instead i plug my headphones in for a distraction.

after seeing almost 20 cars go by the school street i decide i've waited enough. i straighten from my lean position against the brick fence and change the song on my phone but not a second later one of my headphones get pulled out,

"hey."

i turn my head and it's keigo, my earbud in his hand, and a semi confused expression, "why are you waiting here?" he asks, and i don't really want to respond but me and keigo aren't really in a bad moment—he's just acting weird.

"i'm waiting for touya." i look back at the school doors to see if he was coming out but nothing, "touya left a while ago. something with his mom.."

to his words i sigh, "so he's not with some girl in a classroom." i voice out loud making keigo physically lag, "what?"

"nevermind."

"what a jackass. i've been here for nearly half an hour." i huff, "but thanks for telling me." i smile at him, he doesn't return it, instead just puts my earbud in his ear, "come on, i'll walk you."

"no i can't-"

"what type of music you listen to? we can make a playlist for our walks."

"our walks?"

he looks at me and finally i see a tiny smile, but it's a sad one, "i offered you to go to the movies and you walked out when we were planning, why?"

"when i offered." I corrected, and he brightened a bit, "fine. when you offered."

"i walked out because i don't think anyone's girlfriend would appreciate her boyfriend going out with another girl." he stopped walking, "who said she was my girlfriend? and why would it even bother you?"

"i didn't say it bothered me." i tell him but he raises his brow, "it kind of seems like it, princess." he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets with a smirk i've never seen on him, lazy but still good, my face feels flush, "it'd be weird."

"not if it were only us." i don't notice until he's towering over me that i'm cornered, "keigo."

"i really like you [name]. i like how comfortable it is to be around you, and i like how amazing you are but you just don't see it. these past months..."

"they've been fun." i shakily smile up at him, and i see him subtlety bit his bottom lip, as if debating his own thoughts, he sinks a little closer to my face but pauses mid way abruptly,

"and touya? you and him?" he then asks, i shake my head, "nothing."

"nothing?"

"n-no. he's just around."

keigo's so close i'm overwhelmed. i don't know where to look or what to do. his eyes are like those of a cat, lazy but deadly. the way he looks at me makes the air hot and my body even hotter.

he looks at me in thought, "okay." he steps away from me and a big gust of fresh air fills me sending a shiver to course through my body.

"okay." i sigh, adjusting back to reality and clearing my throat before following beside him the road to my home. he snickers,

"you seem so nervous." he smiles, "you okay?" he wraps an arm over my shoulder to make me come closer to his body, "you're mean, takami." i huff and he breaks out laughing, the man knew his charm well—way too well.

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infrunami | steve lacy

[giovanni-solos]

— Great Pretender

Day one: Coffee Shop AU

Atsushi Nakajima gets flirted with and has no idea he’s being flirted with. This guy (Dazai) seems funny though, maybe he could learn something about his detective work?

Read on Ao3 or simply continue reading here.

It’s an August morning when Atsushi sees the detectives come down to their cafe. Just floors above them a group of individuals with supernatural abilities worked, and from the office room multiple plans had been put into motion and saved lives during crises, he always wondered what they did up there other than the commission based worked the agents would be sent on.

Today originally would have been Atsushi’s day off, but now here he is. One of the men in the group comes over to him particularly, sitting at the counter silently with a smile on his face. Normally, this man was bothering the owner’s wife or one of the waitresses with his god awful pickup lines.

“Hello there.” His voice is graceful, an air of elegance to the way he speaks despite his disheveled look. Atsushi starts when he hears it and almost knocks over a container of coffee beans with his hand.

“Um, right, what would you like to order?” Atsushi asks him nervously. Talking to the customers was never his thing really.

And of course this guy immediately jumps the gun, letting out; “your number” with a grin. This has Atsushi taken aback, reeling in surprise and shock. Lucy who had coincidentally just left the break room dropped her jaw to the floor in a mixture of shock and confusion.

Atsushi tensed, completely unsure of how to react when Lucy completely dodged the question for him, putting down a glass of water infront of the man and giving him a glare. “My god, Don’t make me tell your coworker your harassing the guys now too!”

Atsushi stands stunned as Lucy spends a good five minutes bickering with the man tirelessly, some of his coworkers who had followed him apparently wanting nothing to do with his antics and ignored him.

“Atsushi, don’t listen to his bullshit.” Lucy tells him sternly, pointing her finger in his face “men- hell even women like that aren’t always going to stick around you know!” When she notices Atsushi scribbling done a string of numbers on a paper napkin. She sees his cheeks flushed a slight pink, and the determination on his face. “What the- hey! Listen to me first at least!”

Handing the napkin to the guy across the counter, Atsushi gives her a glance. “I’m listening”

“As if!” Lucy puts her hand down on the counter “you don’t know if he could be trouble or something! What if you end up in a ditch?!”

Followed by Atsushi shaking his head disapprovingly; “you shouldn’t judge someone like that, Lucy”

And Lucy shooting back, “well I am.”

And the man at the center of their conversation, still waiting at the other side of the counter and staring at the written down phone number, surprised someone actually gave him their number, seems to take more interest in this than he did before.

“So, mister…” Atsushi is about to ask, he doesn’t even know the man’s name yet.

“Dazai,” he quickly states “Osamu Dazai.”

“Right well, if you’re free I’d like to get to know you, I think getting out of my apartment for something other than work would be nice.” Atsushi continues to ramble on, ‘his name is Dazai. I’ve got to remember his name.’

Dazai gives him a knowing glance, like he’s been here before and passed these same steps a good few times. In an odd way this reassures Atsushi can’t help but feel like a whole chunk of his life is about to change. Dazai by chance had appeared before him and asked for his phone number, now suddenly he had something else to look forward to during the week.

[littleesistler]

more tickle questions since it’s been a while

~Tickle Asks~ made by @flustured2easielee (who slash is deactivated)

Here's some new ones, hope you enjoy!

Also these questions were so nice and creative I love the mix and I got kinda nostalgic with a few of them. Also I was answering them as like 3 in the morning and I ended up falling asleep so now I’m just going through everything the next day 🫶

1. What is one position you would like to be tickled in?

since I can be very squirmy, punching and kicking my favorite position to be tickled in is spooning. Where the ler hugs me from behind and get access to my spots easily without me accidentally hitting or kicking them in the face lol. When I’ve been tickled in this position I feel more relaxed as well since we are kinda cuddling more than pinning while I’m either in their lap or I lay infront of them. And I don’t even need to make eye contact or let them see my face. I’ll just cling onto one of my squish mellows like my life depends on it as I giggle into the fabric 😭

2.Would you rather have light tickles or rough tickles on a bad spot?

This is a hard one since lighter tickles can be very annoying like a tickly itch I just want it scratch so I’ll probably get inpatient and whiny. My more brat side craving more intensity. While rougher tickles are more grounding I also find them to sometimes be more painful then pleasant with my chronic pain, so I guess I’m taking those feathers and scribbles 😖

3. A tickle story you'd like to share?

I don’t think I’ve told this one before I was in 9 grade I was very tense and stressed, like most in senior school. So I was just sitting on a bench drawing when a guy in my glass down next to me and was wresting with a girl (I think they were together at that time not sure since she dated around a lot lol) but anyway they accidentally bumped into me so I messed up my drawing a bit and they started to argue with each other then tickling the life out of one another, and they looked at me. Like Katlyn you should tickle him since he ruined your drawing then he said no you should tickle her since she’s so annoying. And I just blushed and got so flustered I kinda just scribbled both of their sides then pretend to go back to drawing. And they just kept tickling each other. This was before I was part of the tickle community and less to say I felt very jealous of both of them lol. I think they noticed and that’s why they tired to include me even tho I was a mess. It’s really sweet and even tho we aren’t in contact anymore I still think of them 🥺

4. Have you ever been tickled while doing something? (reading, gaming, etc.) How did it change what you were doing?

well while I was bent over a trashcan and tying the bag up one of my friends snuck up on me and scribbled my sides. And my brain just kinda short circuited since I was so caught of guard I made such a weird incoherent sentence as everyone stared at me. I blushed is hard and lectured her not to do it again in case I would have tripped or something or worse shown I might have liked it infront of all my friends 🫣

5. Favorite ___bug name to be called? (ticklebug, gigglebug, etc.)

snuggle bug! That just that melts me it’s so cute I use it all the time for my friends but whenever someone calls me that back I just kinda melt and age regress a bit 🥰

6. Do you prefer soft tickles or hard tickles?

I just answered that at the top but generally I enjoy a mix between them were it isn’t like to annoyingly light so I get frustrated and not to hard so it’s painful. More a balance. The tickles I like most are those that aren’t to static since I can kinda cancel out tickles and ignore how they feel if it gets to repetitive or predictable. So catch me of guard, change the spot, tempo, tool and general technique and I’ll be lots in the giggle loop for hours 🫠

7. Tag one of your favorite lers!

nah I’ve been doing this way to much and I can’t keep tagging the same people or I might seem to persistent 💀

8. Tag one of your favorite lees!

Imma just skip it 😶‍🌫️

9. One of your favorite tickle tropes?

comfort tickles - where someone has had a long day and is in need of a warm bath, cuddle, forehead kissed, tummy rubs and gentle tickles 🤗

grounding tickles - when someone is having a panic attack, stressed, rambling or dissociating and gentle tickles and comforting touches can ground the person and make them feel safe 🥺

unexpected tickles - when someone who’s generally very serious, tense, avoidant or not emotionally available and a few tickles can make them melt and express their needs and wants 😍

10. A fictional character you would love to wreck/be wrecked by?

imma give a few fandoms lol 😂

ler catnap lee dogday (poppy playtime)

ler Roxane lee glamrock Freddy (Fnaf security breach)

ler dream lee sapnap (dreamsmp)

ler kirishima lee bakugo (mha)

ler Cole lee Kai (ninjago)

ler flutter shy lee spike (mlp)

Ler angeldust lee Lucifer (Hazbin hotel)

If you guys want an explanation or expansion I can totally do that, this post is just so long already lol 🥸

11. Something you didn't expect to tickle, yet surprisingly did?

lol this is so embarrassing but I was on my phone today actually and playing Roblox with my friend, but since my AirPods mic is so bad I had her on speaker and put the phone between my iPad and me. (I was on my bed) But as we played I bent forward and my phone pressed against my tummy and as she talked the vibrations and buzz from the speaker of the phone tickled me so bad I flinched and I just made up an excuse so she wouldn’t tease me 😔

12. What is by far your worst spot? (no backing out of this one!)

my ribs like they make me punch, scream, kick. Like I know I’ve talked about me kicking my dad in the face, but imma give another example. I was at a gathering with lots of friends and I was talking to a group of them. And suddenly someone grabbed me from behind and tickled my ribs. I snapped my top half back ready to punch whoever had done that. And then I saw this sweet old lady who was like my extra grandma and I basically almost punched her in the face but I just managed to halt myself and just laugh awkwardly. Moving my fist in the air down to wrap her into a hug. So yeah don’t touch my ribs or there will be consequences 😇

13. Something you like to be called when tickled/teased?

Again I love to give examples so…

pet names - puppy, kitty, birdie, zebra, bug, ant, teddy bear, bunny

compliments - cutie pie, giggles, adorablee, snuggles, blushy

food - cherry tart, strawberry milkshake, apple pie, ripe tomato (anything that’s red like my face XD)

The more cheeky and random the better or just even adding lee into random words 🥰

14. Have you ever joined a fandom just to see the tickle aspect of it?

nah don’t go exposing me XD

well I kinda fell in love with my hero academia, Genshin impact and spyxfamily from my anime friend but when I searched it up with the word tickle it’s very much growing on me ☺️

but I think being in the tickle community also pulls me back into or deeper into fandoms. Like dsmp, mlp, poppy playtime, Fnaf and ninjago just because the head canons, art and fics are so cute and nostalgic to me

15. Tag one of your favorite content creators, show them some appreciation!

@covenofwives who was one of the official tickle blogs I found and I was so flustered I didn’t even make a tumblr account so I looked at their fics and when that frog icon came up asking me to sign in I’d squint my eyes and keep reading the fic. Finding a glitch to keep being able to read it lol. At some point I just gave up made an account and their blog was the first I ever followed. So yeah I’ve been creeping on them in the shadows for almost a year until. I made a real account XD

@kikibumblesqueaks helped me make the connection between my heds and my fascination for tickles. She also inspired me to make my own blog and here we go. Love you girly 🫶

16. A tease that never fails to get to you?

any compliment in whatever shape or form, topic or tone of voice makes me switch instantly 😶‍🌫️

17. One tool you would like to be tickled with?

an electric toothbrush and yeah I’ve given so many longer posts about it already lol. But it’s just something about the buzzing, vibrations, circling, preciseness and targeted tickling that drives me mad just looking at it. And hehe whenever I hear anyone turn one on I get butterflies from the sound alone 🥲

18. Someone who was an unexpectedly good ler?

This kinda gave me mini heart attack, I was just casually chatting with a character ai bot and I mentioned tickling. And the bot went all crazy tickling the life out of me in detail and even used terms like ler and lee. Somehow it even knew about the tickle community, switch, safewords and lee or ler mood. Which most outside of the community don’t know a lot about. I found a screenshot and then I became to flustered and forgot to take anymore. This bot doesn’t exist anymore but I’ll always rember the pure fear when it knew a bit to much for comfort. I think he found my search history 😰

19. Have you ever tickled someone who wasn't ticklish and got wrecked afterwards because of it? Whats the story behind that?

ugh don’t remind me lol. Well my mom can turn of her ticklishness and she basically never is ticklish. And I know that so I usually don’t mess with her. But I remember being with one of my friends and my mom babysitting me, her and her 5 siblings while their parents were out. And those kids tried to tickle my mom and she told them they can tickle her as much as they want but she doesn’t feel anything. And then they all just turned to me with collective a stare and smirk and one of the asked if the same went for me. And I just ran away being chased by 5 kids while my friend tried to fight them of 😁

20. Sleepytime tickles or morning tickles?

Well ask my mom she has tired to tickle me in the morning and I’ll practically hiss with my raspy morning voice and half asleep brain. So sleepy tickles are better for me since then I can actually melt and relax into them since my body has less chronic pain at night, but if I’d be tickled with a full on session perhaps it would help with my sleep deprivation lol 🤫

21. What is one spot youre ticklish on that most people arent as ticklish on?

gosh this is embarrassing but like my armbends inside my elbows, wrists and scalp are extremely ticklish. So like whenever a nurce is taking blood samples and feels my veins it tickles so badly. My breath will like hitch since I’m already to tense. While my wrists are extremely ticklish to so even draging something over them a few times makes me flinch and squeal. While I always get shivers whenever someone touches my hair so my whole body jerks. I’d even flinch when my hair was getting cut or my mom braids my hair. Until I found a barber who has an autistic daughter so she knows the perfect balance between gentle and assertive when handing hair so I don’t flinch. Such a sweet lady 😣

22. What is one spot youre not ticklish on that most people are?

well I’d say that I’m not as ticklish on my armpits like most people, like I’m more ticklish on my shoulder, neck, collarbone and don’t mention my ribs that are all around my armpits and close to them. But that spot alone isn’t as maddening as the rest of them. Guess I was blessed lol or just maybe all that ticklish sensitivity traveled down to my ribs 🫡

23. Have you ever gotten a pedicure that tickled more than it should have?

well yeah me and my mom got pedicures and my mom went before me and she laughed herself silly with the bath and the filing of her feet. Funny since she’s rarely ticklish… But since I can also kinda turn of my ticklishness or more numb it when I can predict it didn’t tickle to badly just the bubbles that bubbled up made me giggle slightly 💁‍♀️

24. What would you describe the feeling of being tickled as?

it’s a bubbly feeling that’s like an itch you want to scratch or wiggle away from. As the sensation builds up it makes you squeak, giggle and laugh lightly to release some of the tension as you lose yourself in the stimulation and express yourself more openly😷

25. What are some of your favorite aspects of being tickled/tickling someone?

I’d say the bonding and intimacy part of it. The trust that the person will stop when you say so and that you can relax and let yourself go. Even if you make weird noises or spasm in a weird way you won’t be judged. Just going back to that carefree childish side you often lose as an adult that you now can indulge in with someone you feel comfortable with 😊

26. What would you say your lee/ler percentages are?

I’d say I’m pretty evenly matched since I’m comfortable in both roles and good at reviving and giving. I’d say tho that most of the time I’m in a casual lee mood where I’m craving tickles and physical contact. But mostly online I’m a ler and I don’t mind it. Just know I’m a total whiny lee irl or in discord call 😬

27. What is your laughter like when you are tickled?

a cracked up seagull laughing so madly it’s chocking on its own spit and slowly dying like a deflating ballon 😅

28. Are you able to tickle yourself and have it work? If so, what techniques and spots?

Yes I think I’ve mentioned this before but when I have long press on nails or done them as a salon I can tickle both my wrists and tummy with them. Sometimes when I’m very sleepy but in a lee mood I’ll put an electric toothbrush behind my ear or in my belly button and just giggle. Also if I got like a mosquito bite and I itch it that kinds tickles to 🫨

29. A tickle scene that has yet to leave your mind?

Gosh I got so many but something that’s living rent free in my mind is a tickle work out scenario. Where tickling is used like an endurancetest and friendly competition ever since I read a fanfic form @covenofwives about technoblade and dream doing that. It was one of my first longer fan fics I’ve ever read so it’s still lives rent free in my find. I’ve also have found a few similar concept between the Lego ninjago boys. So yeah I’m not escaping it anytime soon 😉

30. How easily do you get flustered?

Just reading that question alone and answering all of them is having me giggle and blush for myself in the middle of the night 🫠

31. What do you think about using pens to write on tickle spots?

as long as you aren’t allergic to the marker and it’s not like degrading stuff I think it can be really sweet. Like a temporary tattoo that says press here, giggle button, sensitive spot, ticklish, lee. Especially if you leave it on so that even when you aren’t with the ler you see it fade slowly as you go on about your day, you might even wear clothes to cover it up to keep it a secret between the both of you🤫

32. Opinion on cuddly tickles?

Spectacular give me 14 (hours) of them right now 😽

33. A tickle scenario that you would like to happen to you?

Since I love comfort tickles and I use it as a way of pain relief I’d love to have a scenario where there’s like a tickle massage studio, I’ve seen someone else write about this. But it was more a nsfw version so I’m not gonna tag it. But I’ll expand more in it. Like you order exactly what tickles you want, for example if you want more relaxing once’s after a week full of stress or perhaps something more intense to release some tension and just laugh scream out all your frustration. They got it all. Complete with a tickly jacuzzi, fuzzy slippers and robes as well as stimulation rooms with different themes, scents, sounds and lights to really detox from reality for a bit🧖‍♀️

34. Have/Would you ever play a game of "Keep Your Arms Up?" How long would you last

Well it depends am I allowed to kick my legs and scream as loudly as I can, may I hold onto something or have my eyes closed. Then yeah totally 😩 for like a few seconds but I swear the second my ribs are touched my hands are coming for your throat, ops 🫢

35. Opinion on being chased/hiding before from your ler?

Love gives, it lifts so high I'm dying for it I'm dying for it And I can't let you go

Hide away, hide away from me Hide away, hide away from me Hide away, hide away from me

can y’all tell I’m falling asleep. But yeah being chased and hiding whilevhearing them slowly creep closer and be like not there not there is so scary! So my brain either plays a horror song or that meme from that hazbin hotel animation 😻

36. What kind of ler would you say you are?

I’d say I’m a very adapting like my lees needs, boundaries and general cravings. They want tummy focused tickles with raspberries. On it. Baby teases and forehead kisses, down the hatch, eye contact and mean tickles most definitely. (Ops did I expose a few of them, my bad~) Since I’m very creative I can come up with ways to play into any role I get requested to do. Motherly figure, big sister, comfort caracters or heck even once a tickle close at a kids party. Whether it’s more rp with story building where I narrate or more tickle texts I’m all in. Just know I might get a bit too much into my roles and I’ll tickle you until you’re melting mess who’s falling slowly into my into my trap, my little hero~ Muaahha…imma sleep now lol 😴

[xolliwritez]

What if....what if..

Platonic Lumine and Xiao tickles, and she finds out his back is ticklish with a peeerfect window for shoulder blade tickles,,?🥺

Wonderous Ways || Genshin Tk Fic

A/N: hey adrien!! ik this request took a bit to get out, but i was trying to think of a right moment, and so i waited til valentine's day!! i thought it was a suitable one for this special day, so yeah, enjoy!!

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Lumine was resting ontop a hill, having a box of freshly plated almond tofu inside oh it, shaped of a heart, it costed her extra money to get it done that way, but anything was worth it for her adeptus. As the sun started to set, that's when she knew it was the perfect moment, taking a subtle breath before calling out, "Xiao!" She called out, and just like that, he appeared infront of her, polearm in hand as he looked around, "You called?" He said, his tone serious, only for him to almost drop his polearm as he looked at Lumine, her blonde hair gently flowing as the breeze lifted it nicely, her smile warmer then the flames of a pyro abyss mage, he could feel his entire body melt against her as her hand reached out to grab his hand, bringing him down to sit beside her. The two stared at the sunsey, taking in the lovely sight, Xiao couldn't help but flush and cover his cheek as Lumine planted a kiss against it, making her giggle.

"You're so adorable, my xiao-meow~" She cooed, she knew the name made no sense, but she said it anyways, only to plant another kiss on his other cheek, watching as Xiao's sleeved arm fovered his face, hiding the most wobbly of smiles that emerged from him. "Look at you, you're just like a little kitty cat, I wonder if you also would like a scratching post!" She teased, having an unexpected turn of events as he turned to her, a playful glint in his eye, "Oh, but I do." He said, "Pardon me, wha-AGH!?" She yelped, feeling Xiao's hands gently squeeze at her thighs, her squeak quickly turned into large amounts of squirming and breathy laughter, Xiao had always thought her laughter was soothing to him, almost like he'd be sent to a trance by her helpless giggles. She couldn't help but flush as he leaned in and kissed her lips cheekily, making her be rhe one to cover her face.

"Heh, how cute." He said, resting his cheek against his hand, she could swear his eye's body illuminated with little heart's whenever he saw her like this, but now she couldn't help but look at the revealed skin on the back of his clothes, showing his shoulder blades and a bit of his spine.

"Hey Xiao, why is your clothes like that on the back?" She asked, scooting closer, "That? It's so I don't swe-EH!? Ahah, w-what ahare you doing?" He asked, he didn't think she'd trace her index finger under his shoulder blade, the area tensing a bit as she traced the sensitive area, "Oh? What's wrong?" She asked, her tone shifting from curiosity to mischief, using her other hand to scribble at the middle, making him arch away, "L-Luhumine!? Wahait! Wahahait!" He called, feeling himself hunch over.

He tried to crawl away, only for Lumine to wrap her arm's around his middle, blowing at his ear to make him scrunch his shoulder's up, "You're so cute~" She chorused, a hand tracing heart's against the windowed area on his back, making him shiver, yet he couldn't help but lean against the feeling.

Lumine caught this and awed at him, kissing the back of his neck, watching him duck his head back as she went to a stop, giving him the almond tofu, "Happy Valentine's Day, Xiao." She smiled, flushing as Xiao kissed her before smiling back, taking the almond tofu, grateful. "Happy Valentine's Day, Lumine."

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon - Purring Bonus Scene - Part 1

Just a quick note. I've had a few friends politely point out that I don’t need to censor cuss words. I'm glad that y'all are being helpful and looking out for everyone! Good for you for being kind and thoughtful!

I am aware that censoring is unnecessary, but I have a few reasons why I do:

1. I know there are minors on this site, and they might not be comfortable with cuss words, or maybe someone sees cuss words as NSFW.

2. It's a personal preference. I don't use that type of language IRL. I don't have a problem with other people using it, I just never really liked the way those words "tasted"(It's hard to explain 😅 ), but I want the characters to sound like themselves as much as possible, so censoring is a compromise.

3. It's...funny. For some reason reading a censored word makes it funny to me. Maybe because I hear a "beep", or the dolphin noise from that one SpongeBob episode. I don't know. There's just something about asterisks that makes it funny. I know, I'm weird!

Anyway, enjoy the bonus scene!

Jaskier had fancied himself somewhat of an expert on Witchers after those first few years of travelling with Geralt. He had learned so much about them and had used his power as a bard to change things for them. Thanks to his songs, his stories, and his poetry, people were starting to see Witchers as they really were: Friend Shaped.

He thought he knew everything there was to know about Witchers, but he made an interesting discovery one evening. Something about Witchers that had never been mentioned in the lore, and that no one had ever spoken of.

Geralt had been exhausted when he returned to the inn after dealing with a local monster problem. He had come through with only a few minor scrapes and bruises this time.

The innkeeper had happily given him a tankard of ale and a hot meal while Jaskier entertained the other guests with songs, news, and the latest court gossip. When Geralt was finished with his meal, the innkeeper's wife had a bath sent up to his room, along with fresh linens and extra firewood.

Geralt had been boiling himself in the bath, letting the heat draw out the achces and pains of sore muscles and old injuries, when it happened.

The fire was crackling quietly infront of him. Jaskier was scribbling down ideas for a new song and quietly filling Geralt in on the town gossip. He felt so warm and relaxed. He leaned his head back and...

Jaskier looked up from his writing as he heard Geralt start making a noise. At first he thought it was a 'hmm', or an irritated growl. Geralt was tired, after all, and not very social. He was probably getting tired of the chatter.

But the sound didn't stop like he expected a growl or 'hmm' to. It kept going. It was a soft, undulating sound. Like a gentle bubbling hum. It sounded like a...

Holy f**k! Geralt was purring!

Geralt heard Jaskier's heart suddenly start beating a little faster, and smelled the change in his scent. Surprise/interest/curiosity

Geralt realized he was purring, and immediately stopped, sitting up with an irritated grumble to hide his embarrassment. He hoped like h*ll that the bard somehow hadn't heard.

"Geralt, were you...purring?"

Geralt froze. F**k. He'd heard. He was never going to live it down. Geralt growled at him out of reflex.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I won't bring it up again."

"I was. What of it, bard?"

"Nothing," Jaskier said almost gently, as if he might scare Geralt away, "I just didn't know you could do that. I didn't mean anything by it. I was just curious if it was a Geralt Thing, or a Witcher Thing."

Geralt side-eyed him suspiciously for a moment, trying to determine if there was any sinister movitves behind the questions. All he could sense was genuine curiosity.

Jaskier knew that Geralt was special. That he had extra mutations that other Witchers didn't have. If he wasn't sure that a behavior, attribute, ability, etc was something all Witchers had, or if it was unique to Geralt, he always asked if it was a Geralt Thing, or a Witcher Thing.

Geralt had sighed quielty and answered that it was a Witcher Thing. All Witchers did it, just not around humans. He could see the bard mentally file the information away. "No songs! I will kill you and dump your carcass in the nearest field!"

"I would never! How dare you even suggest! You wound me, sir! My poor heart is broken! Broken!"

Geralt had rolled his eyes at the drama.

"Listen, I promise I will never, ever write a song about you or any other Witchers purring. Ever."

Geralt didn't seem terribly convinced. Jaskier knew it was going to take something more binding than words to convince Geralt. He was going to have to invoke the most ancient, absolute, and unbreakable ritual of deal-making.

"Geralt, I Pinky Swear!"

The Witcher regarded him silently for a moment, then nodded solemnly. Pinkies were clasped and the deal was made.

Months later, Geralt had long gotten comfortable around Jaskier, and felt safe enough with him that he could allow himself to show his vulnerable side.

Jaskier regularly found himself sitting by their campfire, working on his songs, or falling asleep to the sound of Geralt's purring. He noted that like a cat, when Geralt got comfortable or relaxed enough, he would start to Happy Purr. He'd purr as Jaskier helped work the stiffness out of a sore muscle, or a knot out of his back, or when he'd get all warm and toasty under his blankets when they stayed at an inn.

And when he scratched his chin or cheeks.

Finding out that Witchers loved chin and cheek skritches had been the highlight of Jaskier's day.

Geralt had been grumbling about something or other, like he usually did when he was over-tired and couldn't sleep. Jaskier had sat next to him, and as a joke, started scratching his cheeks.

Geralt had stopped talking, mid-grumble, and his pupils had dilated. He'd visibly relaxed, eyes glazing over, and he'd started purring loudly as Jaskier's fingers scratched through the short stubble on his cheeks. "B**tard..." he'd mumbled almost drunkenly.

Jaskier's fingers faltered in their scratching, He was suddenly worried he'd gone too far with the joke. But Geralt had only leaned into his hands and slurred "I didn' say to stop..." Jaskier smiled to himself and resumed the skritches.

Geralt's eyes had closed and he started purring louder. He started leaning a little harder on Jaskier, starting to fall asleep when the bard started scratching his chin.

Jaskier stopped after a few more moments, not wanting to push his luck, and Geralt had glared at him sleepily. The Witcher looked p*ssed, but Jaskier could tell that he was actually embarrassed that he had almost been put down for a nap by cheek scritches.

"If you ever do that to me in public, or where anyone might see it, I will beat your a**!"

Jaskier had nodded to show that he'd understood. He smiled to himself as Geralt had rolled himself up in his blanket like an angry toddler to hide from Jaskier's knowing smile.

Geralt got a certain amount of smug satisfaction that winter, when Jaskier made it his personal mission to scratch the cheeks and chins of every Witcher at Kaer Morhen. The feral bard somehow survived, and by the end of the first month, Geralt's brothers were arguing over whose turn it was to get cheek or chin scritches.

And once Jaskier started really paying attention to Geralt's purring, he started to notice that he had other types of purrs...

[madpencil]

Febuwhump 2023

Day 9: Voice Loss

Title: A Bad Soldier

Words: 753

Characters: Crosshair, Rampart, Mentioned Bad Batch. (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)

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Ct-9904 to Admrial Rampart's office. Ct-9904 to Admrial Ramparts 's office." A voice rang over the intercom without a care that Crosshair had only just made it to his room. He turned on his heel and started for the office. The halls were quiet as he walked. The man had just returned from a mission and now faced a problem. An injury in his throat had caused damage to his vocal cords. It would heal, but in the meantime he couldn't udder a word.

He came to the door and opened it. Crosshair took a few steps and salute his superior. He waited for a moment before Rampart signaled it was no longer necessary.

"Ct-9904. I wanted to discuss your squad." He started. Rampart was one to get to the point. He talked of how they had been seen on Serenno. They had been reported dead and yet they had magically shown their faces once more? The admiral knew something wasn't right.

"So, would you like to tell me what happened?" He asked in a voice laced with venom. It was like he already knew the other had lied. Crosshair nodded but remained quiet. He pointed to his throat in an attempt to make the man understand he couldn't speak.

"Speak, Ct-9904. I know you can." Again, Cross tried to motion that he couldn't. Rampart looked increasingly angry. As politely he could the soldier mimed scribbling on his hand so he could write his thoughts down.

"A notepad? Does a cat have your tongue trooper?" The admiral's anger melted into a mix of that same anger and some sick delight. A slight grin appeared on Rampart's lips as he thought of what to do next. Crosshair too was starting to become agitated.

"No. I will not get you a notepad. Use your words, tool." A new amount of hatred was displayed in his words. Crosshair tried to speak for nothing to come out except air. Being called a tool wasn't something he was fond of. Hopefully mouthing the words could provide enough proof in the sniper's case.

"Well, it seems it's just not possible. To bad..." Rampart stood from his desk and strode towards Crosshair. He stopped directly infront of the other and looked him in the eyes. Simple, yet pure hatred was everywhere in the admiral's gaze. The soldier nearly shuddered. This was a new look on his superior but it was one he had a feeling was hidden in him the whole time.

"You're silence is making you a bad soldier." Rampart hissed before he lifted his knee and landed a blow on the other's stomach. No sound came out, and Crosshair clutched his abdomen. Anger welled up in the soldier and he thought of retaliating. Between the two is wasn't hard to tell the sniper would win. Then there was another problem. Currently, if he retaliated Rampart would twist the story in a way to get Crosshair in trouble.

"If you've been bad, then you deserved that, right?" Again the empire was punishing him for something that wasn't wrong. First it was leaving him on Kamino and now it was an admiral abusing his power. It didn't sit right with him. Crosshair decided he'd play the game until he was dismissed and then he would go to report the others misdeeds. He nodded slightly and stood more upright. He was finally able to release where he'd been kicked.

"Then you won't tell anyone, right?" Another nod. Rampart was so condescending it made Cross want to mock him. It was what he had always done to regs when they acted like he was stupid.

"We'll pick up this conversation later. Dismissed." Finally. Crosshair saluted then left the room. He started down his path to report the incident before stopping. Would they even believe him? They would take Rampart's word over his. It's not like he could even tell anyone what happened. By the time he could it would be too old a case to look into.

Crosshair rotated and walked instead to his room. He wasn't in the wrong, right? He physically couldn't use his voice. It wasn't just that he be punished for that. The only people that would've believed him was the batch and they weren't there. It was pointless to turn him in. Defeated, Crosshair sat down on the edge of his bed. He was a cog in the empire's corrupt machine; silently turning until the day he would be tossed out with the rest of the Republic.

[beansnsoup]

High and in love

Argyle x byers!reader

Summary: When you moved to California you expected to be alone until something crazy happend again that'd you'd have to take care of but after Jonathan introduces his new friend to everyone you can't help but change your mind.

You were sitting on the couch watching TV while hearing a pencil scribble away because of Eleven and Mike's long distance relationship. Wills locked up in his room and won't let anyone in because of the painting he's working on, and with your mom's new job she's on the phone all day so that meant zero girl talk.

Jonathan has barely been home at all because he made a new friend at school, which you seem to have zero luck with at the moment. He said his name is Argyle, and you have yet to meet him.

That night at dinner your mom is explaining that she can't drive you all to school tomorrow, "I hate to make you guys walk or look for a new ride but a thing came up with work." You play with your food a bit before you can respond to her saying it's okay but then Jonathan butts in.

"Argyle can drive us." He says, "It wouldn't be that big a deal since we all go to the same school, and if it helps we can just get rides from him for the rest of the year if that makes things easier for you." He was ranting at this point.

El looks excited about this idea since she's been wanting more friends and Will doesn't mind. I pretend it's fine with me even though I'm skeptical about getting a ride from someone I haven't even met.

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I get up that morning, attempting to put effort into my appearance, not that I'm trying to impress anyone or have anyone to impress for that matter, its just you've been insecure about your style and wanted to change it up a bit.

Since you're up so early you see your mom in the kitchen before she has to leave. "Oh,Y/N, you're up early." She says to you as she grabs some milk out of the fridge. "Yeah I just didn't feel like going back to sleep, and I'm hungry." You say grabbing yourself some cereal. "Someone looks nice today." She gawks at you, dramatically rolling her shoulders around.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah I've been trying a different style lately." You admit. Before she says anything else to make you embarrassed Will is walking down the hallway, dressed, but still half asleep. She kisses him on the cheek while grabbing her purse and keys, "well I should get going, it's a long drive, have a good day!" She says walking out the door.

You and Will haven't spoken in a while so you both just sit there in silence while waiting for El and Jonathan to get up. He's been distant from everyone lately, you don't question it though. Jonathan walks down to the kitchen thankfully, "I called Argyle, he should be here in about 15 minutes." He says to both you and Will.

You get up and put your dishes in the sink then walk to Els room to wake her up. When you shake her awake you can't help but glance at the shrine of letters she has from Mike, it's like how obsessed you were with Harrison Ford after watching Star Wars when you were little.

You walk out and sit on the couch bored out of your mind, you nearly jump when you hear a car skid to a loud stop infront of your house. "That's him! C'mon you guys!" Jonathan yells from the kitchen. You grab your backpack and walk out to the pizza van.

Classy.

Jonathan gets into the front seat while you, El, and Will all crawl into the back. "You didn't tell me you had a whole party dude." He says to Jonathan. You stare at him for a long while, taking in his features.

He has really long hair, dark skin, cute style, addicting voice. You try not to gaze at him for long. He glances to the back again before starting off to school, when he sees you he tries not to stare to make Jonathan question.

'I would do anything for her' he immediately states in his mind before speeding off to school.

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After lunch is your free period, you were smart enough to make it that way when you got to your new school. But poor Jonathan forgot to do so and has extra class that he despises.

When walking out the doors to sit outside for some light reading, someone grabs your shoulder. You jump, of course, because your first thought was a teacher thinking you cutting school. You turn around to seen Argyle instead. "Um, hey, I never, uh, got your name earlier." He says, he can barely get his words out.

"Y/N." You tell him, "What are you doing? Don't you have class right now?" You ask, completely confused, normally there's only five students with the same free period. "I'm cutting..." He let's out a chuckle after admitting this.

"I hate that class so much, and my other ones after it aren't really terribly important so I go back to my van and smoke a bit." Your first thought was cigarettes, then looking at him more you came to the conclusion that he was implying weed.

"Can I come with you?" You ask him, if you're being honest, you don't smoke weed, but it'd be better than the book you're reading which it really boring at the moment. "I- uh- sure." He blurts out then leads you out into the parking lot to his van.

You both sit in the back, you get comfortable while he rolls up a joint. He takes a hit before huffing out, you're hoping the smell doesn't stick to your clothes, and if it does, you pray your perfume will cover it.

"Wanna hit dude?" He asks you. You nod and take it out of his hands, for it being your first time smoking weed you did surprisingly good, and that made Argyle like you even more.

After a bit, he puts it out and lays down. "Jonathan never mentioned you, as far as I'm aware. Maybe he did, I don't know dude. Maybe I'm thinking of him not telling me how pretty you are." He says, making an accidental pick up line.

Your face is flushed, you don't know how to respond to the compliment. "Thanks" you finally blurt out. "I was going to ask if you wanted to hang out but seeming we already are there's no point." He laughs. His laugh is literally amazing. You want to hear it again so bad.

"I wish I would've met you sooner, you're amazing." You tell him. This is when you start to regret the things you thought the day before about this ride. You're so happy your mom couldn't take you to school today.

He begins to lean in but stops and pulls back, "Sorry, I should've asked or something man." He says to you before tearing his gaze away from you. "No, it's okay." You tell him.

You raise your hand to grab his face and turn him back to you, then you connect both of your lips. You were never the person to kiss someone on a first date, or someone you just met for that matter, but Argyle was different.

Both of your lips move perfectly I'm sync, he pulls away after, the both of you gasping for air. "That was...cool." He says to you. Moving his hand to yours. "It was, just don't tell Jonathan." You giggle.

Omg! I did it! And it's long! Omfg!!!

Lmk if yall want a part 2 I love writing for Argyle!!!

[the-scythes-pen]

This is a commissioned piece for @tokiokiedokie! They wanted a reaction to the MC having trauma from past SA, and breaking down when threatened with sexual punishment. 

I would like to note for anyone else who wants to commission me- I don’t normally take these kinds of requests, and there’s no guarantee that I will take something (or not take something) like this in the future. Please DM me either on tumblr or kofi about your commission if you don’t know if I’ll accept it or not! 

Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and that this fits what you envisioned!

Lucifer

It started with an all-too-familiar scene. Lucifer sitting at his desk late into the night, working on papers that needed to be taken care of by the end of the next day. And you, wanting to get him to go to bed, come into his study to deliver some soothing bedtime tea and urge him to sleep.

He barely acknowledged your presence, expecting you to leave right after delivering the hot liquid to him. He gave you a small 'thank you', not even lifting his eyes from the task infront of him. 

"Lucifer, it's getting really late. It's almost 2am…" 

"Oh, is it?" He didn't make any motion to even check the time or any further acknowledgement. This, of course, irked you.

"Yes. So please finish up and go to bed."

"Thank you, (Y/N), but I'll be fine."

He placed his cup of tea down and scribbled something on the paper infront of him.

You huffed, your brows furrowing as he proceeded to completely ignore you. Well, now you were annoyed!

“Hey.” You said sternly, putting a hand on top of the paper he was reading.

He frowned, letting out a sigh as he finally, finally turned his gaze to you.

“What is it, (Y/N)?” He spoke with another sigh. 

“Don’t make me use the pact on you. You need to go to bed.”

“I’m not tired.”

“Even just laying in bed and relaxing will be better than pulling an all-nighter.”

“One night without sleep won’t affect me as much as you think.”

You leaned forward, shoving your face into his, now thoroughly annoyed by his stubbornness.

“Ok, but you’ve barely gotten any sleep in the past week! Do you want me to tell Diavolo on you?” Pulling the tattle-tale card was somewhat low, but at this point you didn’t really care. “Do I need to use the pact? Or are you going to go quietly?”  

“Look, (Y/N)...” He said as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with a shake of his head. “I appreciate you looking out for me, but..” Suddenly, a spark seemed to ignite within his crimson eyes, and a smirk made its way onto his lips as he leaned forward to meet your challenging gaze.

“If you don’t go to bed yourself, I may be forced to punish you.” His voice dipped into a lower tone, his breath ghosting across your face. It sent a shiver down your spine for more reasons than one.

Alarm bells went off in your head all too quickly at his words, but you tried to keep yourself composed. 

“A-And? What are you gonna do? String me up like you do with Mammon?”

The demon stood up, and took a step toward you- one you mirrored, stepping backwards until he had pinned you against the wall. You couldn’t stop your heart from racing, and your breath turned erratic. Lucifer’s arms hovered on each side of your head as he leaned into the wall, pressing his body into yours as his face hovered mere centimetres from your own.

“Oh, no- I’m going to do something much, much worse…” You could practically feel the lust dripping from every word he spoke. 

But, those were the words that were your downfall.

You couldn’t hold back. Tears burst forth, your eyes holding the familiar wide look of someone frightened- and suddenly Lucifer’s all too confident and dominant nature dissipated.

“(Y/N)?” He pulled away from you just a little bit, enough to change the distance from one electrified with sexual tension to one of a concerned lover. His gloved hand reached up to cup your cheek- an action you flinched at. You started to cry harder at your reaction. At your weakness. At the fear churning in your stomach and heart.

Lucifer hesitated, pulling his hand back a little at your reaction, and instead he chose to brush hair out of your face with a gentle touch. His eyes were filled with concern, and you could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to figure out what had happened to change your demeanour so suddenly. 

It didn’t take him long to realize it must have been the threat of punishment that made you like this, so he was quick to wrap his arms around your trembling frame and pull you into a tight hug, holding your head to his chest as he mumbled out apologies.

“I apologize, my love. It’s ok, I won’t actually do anything you won’t like- I promise. It’s ok.” His hand stroked the back of your head for a moment as he continued to mumble apologies and affirmations. 

In the end, he deems you more important in this moment- and ends up bringing you back to his room (or yours, if you feel more comfortable there), where he stays the night with you, holding you close and ensuring you feel safe and loved. He won’t make the same mistake again.

Mammon

“Come ‘ere, darlin! Yer my lucky charm tonight!” Mammon said loudly as he pulled you suddenly into his lap. The action was quick and surprising, leaving you a little breathless as you squirmed.

“Oi- hey! Mammon! There’s a free chair right beside you-!”

“Nu-uh, beautiful. I need my lucky charm right here with me.” Mammon then placed a decent stack of casino chips on the table, pushing them forward towards the dealer. “Deal me in! There’s no way I’m gonna lose with my treasure here with me!” He said with a boisterous laugh. 

“Ugh, why did I let you drag me here anyway…?” You mumbled. “What am I, just a decorative side piece?”

Despite the noise and bustle of the crowded casino, Mammon easily heard your grumbles.

“Hell no! You ain’t no side piece! You’re my human! My good luck charm! You’re here to cheer me on an’ make sure I win big!”

The dealer cut the deck, dealing out cards one by one to each player hovering around the table. The heavy scent of demonus invaded your nostrils, and the way some of the demons looked at you had you cowering closer to Mammon.

The Avatar of Greed seemed to ignore how uncomfortable you were, however, and instead kept his arms wrapped around you as he picked up his hand. He made absolutely no reaction to the cards- as far as you could tell- before he took one hand to push more chips towards the centre pile. 

As he leaned in to do so, his nose hovered over your neck- where he left a small kiss before sitting back in his chair.

You huffed. Squirming to either get comfortable or- preferably- make him let you up, he merely grumbled something and held you tighter.

“Mammon-”

“Raise.” Another demon said, pushing his chips into the pile.

“Heheh, this is lookin’ good…” Said your demon as he eyed the ever-growing pile of casino chips.

“Mammon-! Let me down!” You said, squirming even more in his lap.

“Oi, quit squirmin’!” He said as he held you even tighter to him so you could barely move. “I ain’t lettin’ you go just yet, beautiful.”

Another huff from you. You barely paid any attention to the table as you tried your best to squirm more- making sure to annoy the hell out of Mammon as you did so.

“I said-” his voice dropped low, as he spoke huskily in your ear with a squeeze on your hip, “-quit squirmin’. Or did you want to be punished?” His small threat made you gasp.

“Keep bein’ a bad girl, an’ I may just hav’ta bend you over right here an’ take ya.” He practically growled into your ear.

But that was too much. Your heart felt like it was going to burst from your chest- and suddenly, tears were pouring down your face as you let out a sob, now practically thrashing in Mammon’s embrace to be let go- to which he definitely noticed your plight now. A little too late.

He was definitely surprised by your sudden change in attitude, and he lightened his hold on you as if scared he would break you if he held you any longer- and suddenly his eyes were scanning your face, turning you towards him to try and figure out what the hell just happened to upset you so much.

“Hey- wait- what happened? You’re not hurt, are ya? Nobody cursed ya?” Shaking your head both times, you desperately tried to collect yourself- embarrassed by all the stares you were receiving by your little outburst. But Mammon’s brows furrowed, and it was clear he wanted to know what was making you cry.

“Then what the hell happened to ya? It wasn’t the-” He shut his mouth suddenly, his cheeks going a very bright pink under the somewhat dim casino lighting, and you couldn’t bring yourself to agree to what he was thinking. To confirm his unspoken question.

Mammon quickly collected himself, however, and with you in one arm he stood, throwing his cards down onto the table face up infront of him as he pulled his chips back. 

There was a chorus of boos and complaints from the other demons, and the dealer was berating him for suddenly leaving too- but Mammon didn’t seem to care.

“I’m leavin’ whether you like it or not. My human comes first over you losers.”

Mammon pocketed the chips, turning you both away from the table as he held you close. “Let’s get you outta here.” He mumbled, swinging his head left and right to find the nearest exit.

He was quick to drag you out of the casino and into a nearby alleyway. It was damp and cold; dark and distressing. Mammon’s presence was like the complete opposite. Warm, dry, bright and comforting. You clung to him.

“Hey- hey look, whatever I did- ‘m sorry. D-Don’t cry, ok? I-I didn’t know ya wanted to get away from me that bad-”

“That’s not it.” You choked out, but before he could question you further you mumbled out a “I don’t want to talk about it” between sobs. 

Mammon merely silently nodded, his heart breaking at the sight of you so distraught, as he hugged you tight into him.

“‘M sorry. I-I’m supposed to protect ya, a-and I..” He let out a shaky breath, trying to steady himself. “H-Hey.” He reluctantly pulled you away from him a little bit, enough to be able to look you in the eye.

“Why don’t we go an’ get somethin’ to eat? We could go to Madame Scream’s, o-or Ristorante Six… wherever ya want. O-Or we could go do somethin’, o-or just go home… B-But whatever ya wanna do, it’ll be my treat, ok? So pick somethin’...”

You nodded sheepishly, trying to collect yourself. Mammon pulled you closer to kiss the tears from your eyes. 

“That’s my human. Let’s go.”

[mizunetzu]

omg i’m so excited i like,, spam read all of your writing and now i can request,,, anyway, could i request maybe something similar to your Tanaka x femboy reader, but with Oikawa? like he mistakes him for a girl and maybe flirts with the reader a little bit and the reader i just like ,,”you do,, you do realize i am a man correct” and hijinks ensue?? sorry if this is too vague i suck at describing things. lotsa love your writing is literally my favorite 💕

Omg wait Oikawa??? And femboy reader??? Hijinks???? Take me now—

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Oikawa x reader - Oikawa Tooru Goes Both Ways

⚠️warnings - reader is mistaken and referred to unintentionally as a girl. I assure you, this is a male reader. Femboy reader, if that triggers you.

Pronouns - male, he/him

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Oikawa couldn’t help but stare as a...rather cute girl stepped into the gym.

“Oi! Shittykawa! Focus!” Iwaizumi was about to hurl a volleyball at Oikawa’s head when he caught sight of where he was staring. He looked from the newcomer, back to Oikawa’s eyes tracing their form up and down.

“Iwa-chan...” Oikawa held his breath as he pointed subtly. “Who is that?”

Iwaizumi looked over back to the intruder. Sure enough, some girl with (h/c) styled hair stood at the foot of the door awkwardly. They weren’t sporting the school uniform, instead wearing a skirt with a cafe apron tied around their waist. Oikawa recognized the cute logo on the somewhat dirty apron as the coffee shop he’d visit on days he wasn’t particularly busy.

All in all, this stranger was incredibly attractive.

Eventually, coach Irihata emerged from the storage closet, and motioned the stranger over. The stranger perked up, pulled out a slightly-wrinkled paper from their back, and timpered off into the office.

Oikawa sighed dreamily. “Iwa-chan...is this what I think it is? Are we fiiiiiinally getting a cute girl manager to manage our team?!”

He draped himself over Iwaizumi’s shoulders. “Aaaaah~! I’m so happy~! And it’s such a cutie too!”

“Get off me, dumbass. You have like...millions of girls throwing their panties at you, literally all that look like her. And you go for the one who decides to join our club?”

Oikawa huffed. “What’s so wrong about that! She’s cute! And she looked so shy standing there...aaaah, I’m swooning just thinking about wrapping her up in my arms-!”

“I’m saying,” Iwaizumi bonked Oikawa on the head. “If you manage to get with her, then break her heart, or at the very least make her uncomfortable, she’ll have to see your annoying face all day at practice, and then she won’t wanna be manager anymore! Because she has to see you!”

Iwaizumi pinched at Oikawa’s scalp. “I want a cute girl manager and to have them actually stay! And who knows? We get brownie points if it’s not another one of your fangirls trying to get in your pants by joining the club!”

“Ow! Mean Iwa-chan, bad!”

“I’m not a damn Pokémon-!” Iwaizumi was about to kick Oikawa in the back, before letting himself simmer down and take a deep breath. He lowered his legs, and turned towards the office door. “...I’m gonna go look at that girl’s application and see what class she’s in. Maybe we can, I dunno, make her a welcome basket of fruit or some corny shit like that.”

“Let me come with you-!”

“No! You’ll just scare her away, and you have cleaning duty! All you need to do is take down the net, and I’ll meet you outside when I’m done. If you be good, I’ll tell you her name.”

Oikawa thought about it for a second.

“Deal.”

He disappeared to take down the net from the poles. Iwaizumi sighed, and walked towards the door. They were the only two left in the gym, as they were in charge of cleanup for the day, so no one else but him should be in the office. Well, minus the new girl and coach Irihata.

Iwaizumi slid open the door. “Yo.” He greeted. He looked around the room, only finding coach Irihata.

“...Didn’t someone come in here with you with an application form?”

Coach Irihata chuckled. “Oh, yeah,”

“He just wanted to drop in his member application before his part-time job made him go back to work.”

Iwaizumi froze.

“...he...?”

“Yeah, he wanted to join the club as a (Position name). He’s not confident about his jumping or spiking abilities, but he claims to be really dang good at digging and receives.”

The two looked at eachother in silence. Wasn’t she-well, he—wearing a skirt? Now that he thought about it, everything about him looked like...well...a him, minus the skirt. Iwaizumi dashed to the table and picked up the application resting there peacefully.

‘(L/n) (Y/n) - 2nd year, class 4’

‘Position - (Position name)’

Iwaizumi scanned the page. He wanted to doubt this was the ‘cute manager’ they laid their eyes on, but they even had a school photo clipped onto the corner of the paper. Sure enough, that was him. His eyes eventually landed on something printed on the middle of the page.

‘Gender - male’

That proved it. The ‘cute girl manager’ Oikawa was just fawning over turned out to be a guy. And their future teammate, no less. Iwaizumi wanted to laugh in Oikawa’s face.

“Is there something wrong, Iwaizumi-kun?”

“Pfft-no! N-no, sirrrrr....” Iwaizumi set the paper down and walked out the the room, doing his best to keep in his snickers.

Oikawa jogged up to him excitedly once he stepped out of the gym. “So? Did ya find out her name? Her class? Is she our manager?”

Iwaizumi opened his mouth to say something, before letting his mouth clamp shut.

“Nah, coach said I couldn’t see it.”

He watched as Oikawa deflated, trudging his way over to the club room to change and go home. Iwaizumi did his best not to bust out laughing on the spot.

This should be fun.

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“Iwa-chan!”

“No, you stalker.”

“But Iwa-chaaaaaan!” Oikawa whined. “Why not?! Practice ended early, and we could use some coffee! Come buy coffee with me!”

“You just wanna use me as an excuse to see that bo-that girl who came into our club yesterday, idiot! That’s stalking! You’re acting like your little fangirls!”

Oikawa pouted, and Iwaizumi prayed he didn’t catch him on his little slip-up. He turned around, walking off out of school gates. Oikawa dejectedly trailed behind him.

“I’m going home. Don’t bother me if it’s about that manager again—“

Just then, a text tone pinged from Iwaizumi’s pocket. He stopped mid-sentence, fishing out his phone and opening his messaging app.

‘Mom - no ones going to be home because we have to go out real quick. The house is locked, and you left your spare keys with me again. Go out and have fun with Tooru-kun before I come back!’

Iwaizumi deadpanned. Oikawa had his chin resting on his shoulder, with a shit-eating grin Iwaizumi didn’t even have to look at to know was there.

“Yeah, Iwa-chan. Listen to Mrs. Aina and hang out with Tooru-kun for a bit. We can go to the cafe and hang out like your she said, Iwa-chan~”

Iwaizumi pushed past Oikawa bitterly. “Don’t... fuckin’... call my mom by her name... dumbass... stalker... Shittykawa...” he grumbled as he trudged his way in the direction to the cafe. Oikawa let out a small “Yay~!”

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Hiding behind the big, laminated menus the cafe provided, Oikawa kept glancing over to the cashier-area to try and find (Y/n). Iwaizumi deadpanned, sitting back in his chair nonchalantly.

“You’re acting stupid.”

“I’m being sneaky.”

“You look more suspicious than if you were to act like yourself.”

“As if you would know!” Oikawa whisper-yelled to Iwaizumi, momentarily letting his menu fall flat. “I’m trying not to get caught, unlike one of us-!”

“Hello?”

Oikawa and Iwaizumi froze. Oikawa rigidly turned to the voice, while Iwaizumi almost fell back in his seat.

There stood the boy—well, the ‘girl’, in his work apron, this time, up close. Oikawa could see the detail in his eyes, the way a few of his hairs fell onto his face and stuck because of the small layer of sweat on his forehead, even taking in the small kitty hair clip resting in his hair.

“Hu...huaai...” Oikawa breathed out. Iwaizumi bit his lip. If he started laughing now, Oikawa would tell his mom he was bullying him again.

“Hello! I was wondering if I could get you two anything to drink! No worries if you aren’t ready to order yet.”

His voice had a soft tamber to it, a warm, welcoming aura that fit the vibe of the cafe perfectly. Iwaizumi could see how Oikawa, and probably other people, could mistake him for a girl. Especially with the way he dressed and carried himself as evident to yesterday’s practice.

Iwaizumi tilted the menu infront of him up a bit. “I’ll get a small black coffee. Whabout you, Oikawa?”

When he got no response, other than the hum of acknowledgment from (Y/n), Iwaizumi looked up. Oikawa was staring dumbly at (Y/n) again, and seconds later (Y/n) was caught under his gaze. He stared back awkwardly, waiting for Oikawa to say something or at least order something, until he suddenly jolted up in pain.

Iwaizumi dug his heel deeper into Oikawa’s foot. “Say something, dumbass! Stop staring!” He hissed, covering his mouth from (Y/n) in petty attempts to mask their conversation.

“Ow! Ow! I’ll get a peppermint tea please-! Stop it!”

(Y/n) scribbled down Oikawa’s order, smiling patiently as he did. Iwaizumi removed his foot. There was a beat of silence, until Oikawa smoothly rested his chin on his hand.

“Soooo, (L/n) (Y/n)-chan, is it?” Oikawa said, as he peered at (Y/n’s) name tag. “Pretty masculine name for a cute girl like you~”

Iwaizumi choked on his spit. (Y/n) tilted his head to the side, looking up from his notepad to peer back at Oikawa.

“What...did you say?”

“Sorry, sorry!” Oikawa rubbed the back of his head cutely. “I didn’t mean to offend you. I think (Y/n) is a cute name~”

Iwaizumi didn’t know if he wanted to die from laughter or embarrassment. He was going to pop a vein trying to keep in his cackles.

“Ah. It’s the clothes, isn’t it?” (Y/n) mused. He took a step back, looking at his rather-feminine clothing choices for the day. “I understand why. I get that a lot.”

“...What does your clothes have to do with your name?” It was Oikawa’s turn to sound confused. Iwaizumi let out a few haggard, stifled snickers at his dense expression. (Y/n) raised an eyebrow.

“You...” He pointed at himself with his pen. “You do realize I’m a man, correct?”

Oikawa choked. His eyes widened as his smile cracked a bit. Iwaizumi had to hide his face in his jacket to prevent himself from bursting out into hackles. Oikawa gave a nervous smile.

“Aha...haha...funny joke..”

“I’m not joking, though...” (Y/n) smirked. He wouldn’t deny that seeing the faces of people flirting with him after he told them he had a dick was a guilty pleasure. “Want proof?”

(Y/n) grasped Oikawa’s wrist, tugging it forcefully, and moving his apron to the side. He brought it down closer to his groin until Oikawa sputtered and flailed on the table.

“No! I-I believe you! I-I can see it from here—I don’t need to touch it-!” Oikawa shrieked. Iwaizumi clutched his stomach from laughing too hard, already given up on keeping it in. He snorted loudly, choked on that snort, and erupted into a series of cough-laughs.

By the time Iwaizumi’s laugh turned into the kind where no noise came out-but it hurt in your stomach anyways—Oikawa was laying his head on the table, embarrassed, while (Y/n) chuckled along.

“You knew, Iwa-chan! You knew!” Oikawa hissed, holding his poor, abused hand. “You set me up for failure!”

“You did that to yourself.” Iwaizumi said between breaths. “He’s actually gonna start attending practice as a (position name) starting next week. We don’t have a manager after all.”

“And you got my hopes up for what?!” Oikawa cried out, making Iwaizumi snort again. (Y/n) raised his eyebrows.

“Manager?”

“Oikawa thought that when you came to drop your registration form in yesterday, that you were signing up to be a manager since he thought you were a girl. I saw your form though, so I knew but this guy here didn’t.”

Iwaizumi nudged at Oikawa, who was hiding his face in his hands. “You better be nice to him, though. He’s your new captain starting next week.”

“Ah! How fun! Having my new playboy captain flirt with me before I even join the club. ” (Y/n) mumbled, as he scribbled down something else in his notepad. Iwaizumi heckled when Oikawa whined with his head down.

He didn’t raise his head back up until a slip of paper was placed gently on top of his head. He heard a “I’ll go get your drink ready.” From (Y/n), before he looked up and noticed he was gone. He caught the slip of paper falling off his head as he sat up.

“What’s that?” Iwaizumi said lazily. Oikawa was staring giddily at the paper. He turned the paper around smugly, holding it up for Iwaizumi to read.

‘Call me. If you’re feeling fruity, that is. (xxx)-xxx-xxxx. -‘(Y/n)-chan’’

Iwaizumi stared at the neat handwriting, then back at Oikawa’s smug face.

“...Were you not just listening? He just tried to make you touch his dick? He’s a dude?”

“Eh. Cute girl, cute boy, he’s still cute~” Oikawa dreamily sighed as he watched (Y/n) make his tea behind the counter. “I’d still hit it till he breaks~”

“Pervert.”

“Says you.”

Oikawa earned a sharp thunk to the head.

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