#like...... okay maybe then i will just write down all your workout plans for me

[serkonans]

rly considering dumping my personal trainer for a gym membership

[gigi-loveless]

Okay kind of out there ask, dom reader teasing and topping Abby while Ellie is a little perv and watches from behind them. maybe it's not that out there idk, i just like bottom Abby its so fun

summary - what was supposed to be a chill night in with your roommates takes a hard turn.

warnings - 18+. FILTH. this is FILTH. lowkey dubcon if you squint REALLY hard, intro is cheesy asf so i won’t blame you if you skip it

authors note - i did not proof read this bc i needed to rub one out after writing this jesus chriST anyways requests are open again finally . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

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“okay, okay,” abby chuckles as she gets the perfect idea. “so we think we know everything about each other right?”

you and ellie turn to each other, both curled up on opposite ends of the couch, and nod in agreement, as ellie passes you her neatly rolled joint, both of your eyes following your cocky roommates detailed arms.

“so,” ellie coughs, “where’s this going then abby?”

“jesus give me a second, williams!” abby shouts, that rare, adorable smile that makes you absolutely melt appearing. “let’s play hot seat.”

ellie rolls her eyes unceremoniously, and peels herself off the couch. “okay, okay!” you notice her ears burning pink underneath her auburn hair, pondering to yourself what an innocent game such as this would make her such a mess.

“okay okay, who wants to go first?” abby asks, as ellie turns away slightly, avoiding eye contact, biting back a smile. her chiseled features glowing in the moonlight through the window. “well, i suggested the game, so how bout you, sugar?” abby gestures to you. your hands start to get clammy, ellie’s odd energy throwing you for a loop.

“cool, yeah.” you agree, making your way over to abby’s chair in the corner of the room.

“okay, els, you know how this works right?” abby questions, as ellie quickly interjects.

“d’you think i’m five? gimme a break dude!” she laughs, playfully punching abby’s shoulder.

“okay, okay….” abby chuckles again as she sets a one minute timer on her phone. “and time starts….now.”

“okay coming in hot, filthiest fantasy.” ellie’s eyes widen with desire as she asks you her question.

“no doubt, wanna have someone watch as i put a girl in her place. sounds so fuckin fun.” you explain nonchalantly as the two girls watch you take the final drag of the minuscule joint between your plush lips.

abby and ellie give each other a quick look before abby blurts out “do you wanna make that come true now?”

you cough, waving the smoke out of your face, laughing. “the fuck, anderson? like….” the girls eyes widen, eyeing you in your workout shorts and tank top. “oh, you’re serious.”

“what is it angels, you wanna see this?” you creep up from the chair, confidence building with every motion. pulling off your tank top and throwing it in ellie’s face, your nipples perk up at the sensation of the cool air.

“fuck….” abby whispers breathlessly, using every fiber of strength to not palm her clit at this very second.

“c’mere abs…lemme take care of you.” you murmur sultrily, running your hand down her braid as you straddle her thigh. “wanna watch, els?” you motion to the stunned girl, her nimble fingers already down her boxers. “ah, ah, ah…..” you whisper to her, pulling her fingers out and sucking on the wetness from her digits. “you’re gonna wanna save that. just getting started.” her breath hitches, wide eyes taking in the warmth of your mouth around her fingers.

as you’re finishing up, you feel abby brushing up against your ass, and going to grope it. “don’t even think about it anderson. you do what i say, yeah?” you ask, pinning her muscular arms up above her head. the blondes expression goes soft, submitting to your energy. “stay.”

“that’s a good girl.” you whisper, before locking your lips in hers. she tastes just how you always imagined; coffee and cherries. she can’t help but buck up her hips into yours, desperate for any friction. “was that….your….plan…all along?” you ask, one hand around her throat while your pouty lips leave tender kisses on her collarbone.

“m-mhm!” she nods, ellie’s faced flushed in awe, scanning the two of you.

“yeah? i could tell from the second you suggested that game….sluts. both of you.” you chuckle, before nearly tearing her muscle tank off her toned body and connecting your gooey mouth to her petite nipples. the moan that comes out of her at this stage is guttural; you smile to yourself knowing you can make these girls fold with a simple kiss. “tell me what you want angel….” you coo, circling her ribs with your nails. without warning, she gets too impatient and starts rubbing her clothed cunt against your thigh. “well….if you can’t behave, maybe i’ll just play with ellie for a bit.” abby whines as you peel yourself off her, as ellie’s eyes darken.

“let’s see how wet you are…”

ellie quickly rips her boxers off, allowing you to spread her pale thighs. her cunt is quite literally dripping. thank fuck you have a leather couch.

“may i?” you ponder from between her thighs. she bobbles her head yes uncontrollably, only stopping to throw her head back in pleasure when you lick a thick stripe up her puffy pussy. “god, y’taste so fuckin good….” you mumble, looking back to abby for a moment. “learned your lesson yet?” your eyes taunting her, before diving face first into ellie’s pussy, no hesitation. the poor girl can barely get a moan out before-

“i know you bought that strap….saw the box.” she sighs out, relieved.

“sorry els…” you giggle, a thin web of spit connecting your drenched lips to her pussy. “i’ll get you later. gotta take care of that slut first. be good and watch, and i’ll reward you again.” she gulps in response, giving you a light kiss.

you motion for the girls to wait, and scurry off to your room to get yourself ready. soon you’re back, bottle of lube in hand, rubbing the cool gel on your 7 inch length. abby’s eyes widen, likely not realizing how big your dick really was.

“this okay?” you ask, hovering over her neatly trimmed pussy. she nods, whimpering. “words, angel….”

“y-yes!” she gasps out, desperately rutting her hips against the tip of your dick. anything, anything for a taste of that delicious friction.

“good girl….” kissing her forehead, you sink into her with ease, her eyes rolling back sinfully as you bottom out in one stroke. “look so pretty like this…s’fuckin obedient….”

her veins melt back into her freckled shoulders as her senses succumb to all of you. her moans are fucking pornographic, you almost wish you got it on video….

in which ellie already has her phone shakily pointing at the two of you, her hand back between her now bare thighs, rubbing lazy circles over her clit. all that’s left of her is her flannel, her breasts poking out from in between the the buttons. because let’s be real, she never wears a damn bra so she can whip them out easily.

“jesus abs….s’fuckin tight.” you moan out, lightly scratching at her biceps. “takin me so pretty….never thought i’d get to have you like this.” the blonde sobs out your name in reply, desperately flailing to close her legs to relieve the pressure in her stomach as you pry her open. “you better stop, or i’ll take you from behind instead.”

“promise?”

and that’s how you ended up with abby andersons back arched for you, ass up, with your cock so deep in her cunt ellie can see the silouhette of you in her abdomen.

“yeah? you wanted this, huh?” you pant, the only sounds that echo through the room are simultaneous moans from the two girls and the squelching of their juices. abby’s noise more prominent as she shrieks in pleasure while you yank her braid so far back she has to stare at ellies glazed over cunt just out of reach while you ruthlessly thrust into her.

“answer or you won’t fuckin cum.” you bellow, tightening your grip on her locks.

“yes! y-yes! need to cum…hah…hah….hah….s’bad!”

“atta girl.” you groan, spreading her pussy to watch her cream a perfect white ring all over your strap, your own high peaking, your thighs shaking in pleasure.

the three of you collapse onto the couch, all going silent for a moment to catch your breath….before bursting out into uncontrollable giggles.

“gotta do that more often, huh?” abby smirks, with the satisfaction of knowing her stupid little plan worked.

“mhm….” you agree, brushing your hands up against the two girls. “gonna put els in her place next time though…”

you shoot a glance at the lanky girl, and her eyes go hazy.

part 2….?

[corroded-hellfire]

not sure if you’re taking requests, but could you write something where perv!eddie has a thing for the reader and they catch on to it? they act like they’re sore from a work out or something and ask eddie for a back rub. (cue them making happy moaning noises and asking him to go deeper/harder and making poor eddie lose his mind)

Perv!Eddie is amazing. 18+ because of spicy themes.

Words: 1.2k

Eddie is not nearly as slick as he thinks he is. He’s not sly about asking you to take a look at his geometry problems when you’re wearing a low-cut top, where you have to bend over his desk to look at his work. He’s not fooling anyone when he “accidentally” spills some water on your white shirt—conveniently right over your nipples. Honestly, he’s lucky he’s so cute and that you have a big fat crush on him, or he’d be in deep shit.  

After no sign of Eddie easing up on his perviness, you decide to start teasing him. Just subtly at first, by wearing a sweater on a day that’s too warm for one, just so you can strip it off in front of him, or acting annoyed when you see a piece of trash on the floor of the hallway, so you have to bend over to pick it up, giving him a perfect view of your ass. As completely unsubtle he is about being perv, he’s even less so when he tries to adjust himself in his pants. Maybe it’s just because you know to look out for it, but you’re pretty sure he’s always sporting a boner around you. You were hoping all the teasing would get him to finally say something, but he’s a stubborn teenage boy so it seems like you’ll have to amp it up. 

You waited for a day when you knew Eddie had Hellfire right after school to ask him to pick you up from the gym on his way home. He’d drive right past it anyway, so it seemed like a simple, normal request. But the moment you see his van pull up to the curb of the gym, your plan gets set into motion. 

Rolling out your neck, you walk around to the passenger’s side of the van. Opening the door, you pull yourself up, making sure to do it with some extra gusto so your breasts bounce slightly.

“Thanks for picking me up,” you say as you buckle your seatbelt. 

“Yeah, no problem.” You’re not sure if he’s even aware that he’s ogling your chest. “Want me to take you home?”

“Can we hang out at your place?” you ask.

“Sure.”

The drive to Eddie’s place is short, and when you get out of the van and walk up the few steps to the front door, you make sure to emphasize the motion of your hips. Inside, you head straight back to Eddie’s bedroom, leaving him no choice but to follow you. When he steps in the room behind you, you plop down on the bed and sigh as you bring a hand up to your shoulder.

“You, uh, okay?” Eddie asks as he shrugs out of his leather jacket.

“Really sore from the workout,” you say, stretching out the muscles in your neck. “Would you mind giving me a back rub?”

“Oh,” Eddie says, clearly taken off guard. He raises his eyebrows as he slowly inches towards the bed. “Yeah, okay.” 

Doing your best to suppress your smirk, you roll onto your stomach and lay your head on Eddie’s pillow. When you feel his body weight sink onto the bed next to you, you slip your hands beneath the pillow and wriggle your ass under the guise of getting more comfortable. 

“Where, uh, where should I rub?” Eddie asks, voice shaky. 

“Anywhere. Everywhere.”

The bed shifts a little as Eddie leans in, and his strong warm hands land on the middle of your back. You’re forced to bite your lip to keep from letting out an instantaneous moan. That’s meant to be saved until he’s been massaging you for a bit. His thumbs dig into the muscles along your spine. 

“Oh, that’s so good,” you say. The room is so quiet you can hear the brief hitch in Eddie’s breathing. You swell with satisfaction, knowing he hasn’t heard anything yet.

“Right there!”

“S’g-good?” Eddie asks. 

“Ugh, yes. Harder.”

The bed moves beneath you and the mental image of Eddie needing to adjust his hips has you smirking to yourself. Deciding to really mess with him, you inhale before letting out a purely pornographic moan. 

There’s a sharp inhale from above you, but he’s quick to cover it by letting out a few fake coughs. 

“Shit, deeper Eddie.”

His hands hesitate against your thin shirt, only for a second, before he’s digging deeper into your muscles. Letting out another moan, you silently wonder how long you should keep this going. A soft grunt escapes from Eddie and you figure you’ve tortured the poor boy enough. Slipping your hands out from underneath the pillow, you push yourself up and swing your legs around Eddie so that you’re sitting next to him. 

His hands are in his lap—conveniently over his crotch—and he twists his rings around. There’s a rosy color on his cheeks that looks like it’s spreading. A smug smirk comes to your face when he can’t meet your eyes. It seems like he’s looking anywhere but at you.

“So,” you say, leaning in towards him. “How about I give you a different kind of massage?”

Eddie’s eyes widen as he finally meets your gaze, and you hear him audibly swallow. His mouth opens, but nothing comes out as he turns impossibly redder. Giggling, you lean in even further towards him, giving him a peek down your shirt. His eyes dart down to your chest before back up to your face. When you bite your lower lip, he looks away from you again.

“Y-You don’t have to do that,” he finally says. 

“Eddie,” you say. “Do you really think I’m that mean that I would tease you like that and not help you out?”

As wide as Eddie’s eyes were before, they grow three times the size now as his head shoots towards you. 

“That was all on p-purpose?” he stammers.

“Of course,” you say with a giggle. “You haven’t exactly been subtle lately, Eddie. Figured I’d see how far I could push it before you said something. Turns out you’re about as stubborn as I am, though.”

“Well, shit,” Eddie says, letting out a chuckle. “Yeah, you pushed it pretty far.”

“So, let me help you out,” you drawl, hand ghosting over his thigh. Eddie’s quick to catch your wrist though, letting out a hiss through his teeth.

“I, uh, really don’t need it,” he says. You drown in confusion until Eddie moves his other hand off of his crotch. There’s a wet spot on the front of the denim and you raise your eyebrows.

“Oh, guess so. Well.” You swing your leg over both of his until you're sitting in his lap, straddling his thighs. “I’m pretty sure I could work you up again. What do you say? Up for the challenge?”

Eddie laughs and shakes his head. “Not gonna be much of a challenge at all, baby.” 

He flops back on the bed, pulling you down with him. Giggling, you press your lips to his and start to work your hips against his body. Almost instantly, you feel a stir in the denim below him. No, this would not be a challenge at all.

[wands-natsthing]

Sunday Morning

This story was on my old acct @wandanatsthings I made a new one (aka this one) which will be the acct I use from now on.

HI, so this is my first fic and first time writing anything so stay with me lol. I love reading ALL of the wandanat x reader fics on here and I decided that I was gonna try myself. Now I know this isn't great or even good for that matter but it is the start of hopefully a great journey and as time goes on I'll continue to get better fingers crossed. So if you have any tips or feedback please feel free to comment and enjoy. :))

(P.s im dyslexic and grammar isn’t my thing)

Word Count: 960

Warnings: I don't think there are any? maybe religious beliefs but it does not go far in detail. It's really just fluffy.

Summary: Wanda and Natasha surprise you by going to church with you one Sunday.

It was a Sunday morning when you heard the alarm you set the night before go off. The alarm told you It was time to get up and go to church. As you rolled over to turn the alarm off you realized something. Your girlfriends were nowhere to be found. Now I know what you may be thinking. "You're gay and are going to church?" I know that may seem a bit off to some people, but the church is somewhere I've always felt safe. It's where I grew up. Even when I was struggling with my sexuality and homophobia I always felt like I could go to church and feel safe and accepted. It was one of the only places you felt that way besides your girlfriend's arms. Speaking of you still had no idea where they were.

Now it wasn't super early. You weren't one of those people who got up to go to church at the butt crack of dawn. It was only 9 am. That meant Natasha should have been back in bed with you and Wanda from her early morning run by now but she wasn't and you had no idea where Wanda was. You decided to get up and go look for them. You had to get up and get dressed soon anyway so you wouldn’t be late. You listened to see if you heard anyone in the bathroom and you didn’t. So You decided to make your way downstairs.

The closer you got to the stairs you could hear lovers laughing together and the smell of Wanda's pancakes. The sound and the smell put a smile on your face.

You walked down the stairs into the kitchen and before they could see that you were there, you just admired them. Seeing them wrapped up in each other’s arms. Natasha had her arms wrapped around Wanda’s waist while Wanda was at the stove making sure the pancakes wouldn’t burn because Natasha couldn’t cook to save her life. You loved seeing them so domestic. You also took note that Natasha wasn't in her normal morning workout clothes and Wanda wasn't wearing the pajamas from the night before. You didn't have much time to think about it though, because your beautiful witch finally noticed you standing there.

She walk’s toward you with a smile on her face and open arms. “Good Morning detka how did you sleep?” she asked. “I slept okay, I woke up to an empty bed though,” you say pouting. Natasha then comes up behind you wrapping her arms around your waist “Good morning baby” she says with a kiss on your forehead. “I'm sorry you woke up alone, we wanted to make you breakfast and ask you something. Isn't that right wands?’ Wanda looks up at you and nods saying “that is right love.” You notice they're looking at each other the way they do when they have something planned. “ You two are up to something,” you say, giving them a look. “Yes but you will find out after breakfast now let's go eat,” says Wanda.

You all follow Wanda to the dining room table with plates of pancakes in hand, you sit down in the seat you always do with Natasha at the head of the table you to her left and Wanda across from you to her right. While you guys are eating you pay more attention to their outfits. Natasha had on a white dress shirt and black slacks. While Wanda had on about the same thing just with an added suit jacket. They both looked nice you thought but you couldn't help but wonder where they were going dressed like that. You couldn't remember them telling you that they had anything planned this morning. So you decide to ask them. “Hey guys are you going anywhere this morning? You look nice” You see them turn to look at each other with smiles on their faces. Wanda is the one to speak up. “Actually yes detka, we were wondering if we could accompany you today at church?” They both look at you with hopeful glints in their eyes.

Now neither one of them was religious in any kind of way but that didn't stop them from letting you go church at all, you never even really talked about it besides them asking you how it went every time you got home. You never invited them simply because you didn't think that they would want to come, but hearing that they were asking you to come made your heart melt. You loved that they were taking an interest in something that meant so much to you. In something that made you who you are. “Detka '' You hear them say in your midst of awing. You snap out of it and say “Yes, Yes I would love for you to come with me’ ‘But are you sure I know you guys aren't religious like that.” “We are so sure sweet girl, we want to see the place that makes you feel safe and the place that makes you, and that brings that smile to your face every Sunday” Natasha says. Wanda then goes on to say “ yes exactly what Tasha said we want the experience and would love to go with you.” You start to tear up at their words you couldn't believe it. “ You don't know how much this means to me. I love you guys so much " And we love you too,” they both say. You all get up and hug each other so tight with smiles on your faces. You look up at them and say “I thank God every day for the love that we share and I will forever cherish it."

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What do you guys think? lemme know!

[wandanatsthings]

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

 

HI, so this is my first fic and first time writing anything so stay with me lol. I love reading ALL of the wandanat x reader fics on here and I decided that I was gonna try myself. Now I know this isn't great or even good for that matter but it is the start of hopefully a great journey and as time goes on I'll continue to get better fingers crossed. So if you have any tips or feedback please feel free to comment and enjoy. :))

(P.s im dyslexic and grammar isn’t my thing)

Word Count: 960

Warnings: I don't think there are any? maybe religious beliefs but it does not go far in detail. It's really just fluffy.

Summary: Wanda and Natasha surprise you by going to church with you one Sunday.

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It was a Sunday morning when you heard the alarm you set the night before go off. The alarm told you It was time to get up and go to church. As you rolled over to turn the alarm off you realized something. Your girlfriends were nowhere to be found. Now I know what you may be thinking. "You're gay and are going to church?" I know that may seem a bit off to some people, but the church is somewhere I've always felt safe. It's where I grew up. Even when I was struggling with my sexuality and homophobia I always felt like I could go to church and feel safe and accepted. It was one of the only places you felt that way besides your girlfriend's arms. Speaking of you still had no idea where they were.

Now it wasn't super early. You weren't one of those people who got up to go to church at the butt crack of dawn. It was only 9 am. That meant Natasha should have been back in bed with you and Wanda from her early morning run by now but she wasn't and you had no idea where Wanda was. You decided to get up and go look for them. You had to get up and get dressed soon anyway so you wouldn’t be late. You listened to see if you heard anyone in the bathroom and you didn’t. So You decided to make your way downstairs.

The closer you got to the stairs you could hear lovers laughing together and the smell of Wanda's pancakes. The sound and the smell put a smile on your face.

You walked down the stairs into the kitchen and before they could see that you were there, you just admired them. Seeing them wrapped up in each other’s arms. Natasha had her arms wrapped around Wanda’s waist while Wanda was at the stove making sure the pancakes wouldn’t burn because Natasha couldn’t cook to save her life. You loved seeing them so domestic. You also took note that Natasha wasn't in her normal morning workout clothes and Wanda wasn't wearing the pajamas from the night before. You didn't have much time to think about it though, because your beautiful witch finally noticed you standing there.

She walk’s toward you with a smile on her face and open arms. “Good Morning detka how did you sleep?” she asked. “I slept okay, I woke up to an empty bed though,” you say pouting. Natasha then comes up behind you wrapping her arms around your waist “Good morning baby” she says with a kiss on your forehead. “I'm sorry you woke up alone, we wanted to make you breakfast and ask you something. Isn't that right wands?’ Wanda looks up at you and nods saying “that is right love.” You notice they're looking at each other the way they do when they have something planned. “ You two are up to something,” you say, giving them a look. “Yes but you will find out after breakfast now let's go eat,” says Wanda.

You all follow Wanda to the dining room table with plates of pancakes in hand, you sit down in the seat you always do with Natasha at the head of the table you to her left and Wanda across from you to her right. While you guys are eating you pay more attention to their outfits. Natasha had on a white dress shirt and black slacks. While Wanda had on about the same thing just with an added suit jacket. They both looked nice you thought but you couldn't help but wonder where they were going dressed like that. You couldn't remember them telling you that they had anything planned this morning. So you decide to ask them. “Hey guys are you going anywhere this morning? You look nice” You see them turn to look at each other with smiles on their faces. Wanda is the one to speak up. “Actually yes detka, we were wondering if we could accompany you today at church?” They both look at you with hopeful glints in their eyes.

Now neither one of them was religious in any kind of way but that didn't stop them from letting you go church at all, you never even really talked about it besides them asking you how it went every time you got home. You never invited them simply because you didn't think that they would want to come, but hearing that they were asking you to come made your heart melt. You loved that they were taking an interest in something that meant so much to you. In something that made you who you are. “Detka '' You hear them say in your midst of awing. You snap out of it and say “Yes, Yes I would love for you to come with me’ ‘But are you sure I know you guys aren't religious like that.” “We are so sure sweet girl, we want to see the place that makes you feel safe and the place that makes you, and that brings that smile to your face every Sunday” Natasha says. Wanda then goes on to say “ yes exactly what Tasha said we want the experience and would love to go with you.” You start to tear up at their words you couldn't believe it. “ You don't know how much this means to me. I love you guys so much " And we love you too,” they both say. You all get up and hug each other so tight with smiles on your faces. You look up at them and say “I thank God every day for the love that we share and I will forever cherish it."

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[p3sephone]

Chapter 4.

Summary: you are a worker in the Stark Tower, only aiming to grow your career and keep your life simple. Actually, you were the kind of person who admired the avengers but from afar but Steve Rogers didn’t have the same plan once he started talking with you.

Warnings: non-stop anxiety, harrassing, forced soft kisses, implied stalking and Steve never leaving you alone. This serie is going to have very dark themes in the future chapters, so if you don’t like this please do not read. Minors are not allowed. Only +18. This character does not belong to me.

Note: I've been gone for some time but I'm glad I'm back. I will continue this serie even though I have lots going on right now, but I'll try not to be slow. Reblogs, comments and likes are always very appreciated! Ty so much in advance. <3

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You were hyperventilating. You couldn’t believe what had happened just the night before, all you knew was that you hadn’t managed to sleep a wink when you got home. There was only one more day to go and the weekend would finally arrive, your days off were approaching and first of all you would have a break from Steve, during which you would surely seal yourself in your own apartment, and secondly you could think about how to gain control of the situation that had arisen.

Control. That was what you were missing, that was what he had taken by force and that you could never get back: you and Steve Rogers could easily be considered as two separate species as far as you were concerned. And yet it was so surreal, he was an avenger, he had saved everyone. You hadn’t seen it coming and you never would have been able to, but now you were in that situation. The bruises on your body showed it and it wasn’t a banal daydream. You bent over the sink again and rubbed your face and lips, the same ones he had forcefully kissed, violently. The thought of him wanting to give you a gift and continue until he gave you God only knows what made your stomach turn.

And yet, you looked up at the mirror and realized that despite everything, you still had to go to work, you still had to work. And so you did: you got ready, you used makeup to make yourself look like a rested person and not a zombie who hadn't slept, and finally you went out and headed to your train stop. Finally, you got to work, and it took you another 10 minutes just to take a step forward.

Before you could even reassure yourself that you could control the situation at least a little, at least for a few minutes like this, you saw Steve Rogers going for a run with his partner Sam. Was it a morning workout? Maybe you could write it down somewhere, so you could understand his movements and use them. A lump formed in your throat as you turned around before he could even notice you and headed towards the entrance of the large building. You had to move, you had to get through the mass of workers who were going in the same direction as you and finally get to your office. Everything was going to be okay today… right?

"You look a little tired."

You froze on the spot, watching the other people go forward and wishing you could walk away with them. Instead, your feet seemed frozen and had become one with the ground.

"Good morning, I just slept a little badly, nothing to worry about." you said very briefly, not even looking at the man twice your size who was standing right behind you. You couldn't move a single facial muscle, not even the slightest sign of disappointment or despair because Steve wasn't the only one watching the scene. The others were looking at him, but he only had eyes for you. What almost made you laugh was that he actually looked worried. He seemed to. He just hummed in response, then grabbed your shoulder and invited you to walk with him, asking how you were or how much work you had left today. They were all weird questions and you couldn't focus on a single one of the answers to give because the mere thought of his hand on your shoulder made you feel sick.

You hadn't had time to finally get to the floor that you realized a small and inexorable detail: you were alone. You swallowed slightly, then turned and decided to try to cut Steve short, at least for that morning. You weren't ready and you felt like yesterday's dinner would soon be regurgitated at this rate.

"Steve, listen, we could meet up later maybe… I really have a lot of work to do-"

"Stark always fills you up with work, and you just accept it." he frowned, ignoring your veiled suggestion and crossing his arms, taking several steps towards you. Then, he smiled sweetly and placed a hand on your cheek, the same one from yesterday. Without thinking twice, you pulled away with a small moan, then slowly looked up from his hand to his eyes. They had become a little colder, like the day before: it was a warning and you preferred to take it.

So, when he brought not only his hand to your cheek again, cupping it, but also his body until it was attached to yours and looking down at you, you did nothing. It was as if your body was no longer yours, it was paralyzed and terrified there, only your mind remained.

"I have a little surprise for you. I would like to ask you out to dinner, today." Steve freely ignored your signs of anxiety and terror, preferring instead to leave a simple kiss on your forehead and pull you even closer to him. You were nervous, you didn't want to have him so close and you didn't want to see him at dinner. You were afraid of what he could do to you, though, if you said no. So, you played another card.

"I… I accepted the overtime for today, I can't back out, all those documents are due soon and they're very important." It was almost a whisper, you couldn't regain the grit you had the day before when you dared to stand up to him. You still had that anger buried, but you knew when it was best to keep it buried. Steve let go of your cheek and walked away from you frowning, then sighed heavily. He couldn't say anything back to that, it seemed, and you took it as a victory even if temporary. Then, suddenly, he lit up.

"But tomorrow you have a small workload, so you don't have to leave here late, you usually leave around five." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Your throat was dry and your pupils dilated as you stared at him, unable to give him an answer as he looked at you with his classic American golden boy smile. Did he know your hours? So maybe he knew where you lived. It wasn't possible, it had been so little time. It wasn't a hero you had in front of you, he couldn't be.

"Well yes, but…"

"But nothing. Whatever plans you have, don't make me take care of them for you, honey. I'll pick you up at eight in the evening and I can walk you home today, in the meantime…" what you had in front of your eyes was an excited Steve, he was almost happy to take a small black velvet box from his pants pocket. He opened it and inside was a necklace with a small ocean-colored diamond in the center. The necklace was really beautiful, but you didn't want it. In your eyes, it was like allowing him to put something of his on you, and you knew that if you put it on, you would suffer heavy consequences if you took it off.

A single tear fell from your eye as you quickly wiped it away and faked a small smile, trying to take the necklace. Instead, Steve smiled at you and pulled back, then used one arm to spin you around until your back was turned to him. He moved your hair and put the necklace on your face almost as if it were a completely romantic gesture, you could tell he had planned it down to the smallest detail. You shed two more tears before he could even realize it, then followed the force of his body again as he moved you right in front of him.

He gave you a chaste kiss on the lips and what scared you was that you could see how much he was holding back. The question was, what was he holding back for?

"It's just a little gift, I wanted to give it to you later but I really couldn't resist. I'll wait for you once you're done working to take you home, see you later honey." he left you with another kiss and a few caresses to your hair before walking towards the department where his room was and leaving you in front of your office, in tears and with an unwanted weight on your neck. You were afraid of what would come next, because you knew that no matter what, you would have no control.

[angelsanarchy]

Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 10 -> CH 11

"He's a pretty good cuddle buddy." "I'm glad he can bring you some comfort."

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Jack spent the majority of the day hanging out with Ace. He didn't have it in him to work on his writing today. All he wanted to do was stay active long enough that he would be able to sleep through the night like he had last night. He didn't see himself being able to actually get it up twice in one week so physical exhaustion the manual labor route was all he could do.

Ace was actually really obedient off leash. He ran him around the backyard, playing catch with him using one of his dad's old tennis balls. He shuffled under his feet almost tripping him a few times as he re-arranged new furniture upstairs. He even watched Jack exercise, or at least a poor, uncoordinated workout with a few smoke breaks mixed into it. He knew he would eventually have to quit but he hadn't planned on it being any time soon.

By the time they had eaten, showered and retired to bed, Ace was snuggled next to Jack the moment he flopped down on the bed. He hadn't realized what time it was but the ping of his phone startled him.

Y/N: Hey you're probably sleeping already but I just wanted to give you a heads up that we're back home and I will pick Ace up in the morning.

Jack frowned knowing he was going to lose his bed buddy but his stomach jilted with excitement knowing Y/n was home.

Jack: You didn't wake me. Ace and I just laid down, did you want me to bring him home now?

Jack waited for another message but the phone started ringing, making Ace jump.

"Hey, I can get dressed and bring him to you-"

"No no don't get up. I'm too exhausted to deal with his excitement tonight so he can stay as long you're okay with it." Y/n sounded tired.

"Yeah we'll be fine tonight." Jack reassured.

"Oh I have no doubts." Y/n chuckled.

"Yeah he's a pretty good cuddle buddy." Jack gave him a squeeze.

"I'm glad he can bring you some comfort." Y/n's smile came through the phone as Jack got comfortable.

"How's your mom doing?" Jack asked genuinely curious.

"She's doing a lot better. She was asking about Ace and I told her you were taking care of him so she may want to meet you. She's big on giving people flowers but I reminded her that you might not be a flowers guy." Y/n said making Jack chuckle.

"She doesn't need to do that. I mean I can appreciate some flowers but she's been through enough. No need to garden on my account." Jack felt relaxed talking to Y/n. He felt like the only other person he could talk to like this was Shanda except he never cared to see her naked.

"Well maybe you'll get lucky and I'll bring you more coffee and breakfast." Y/n offered.

"That would be nice but the way my sleep schedule is, I may still be knocked out at 11AM." Jack rubbed at his face and could hear her click her tongue against her teeth.

"Must be nice! I wish I could sleep in." She teased.

"Trust me, I would love to have a normal sleep schedule but my medications have other plans." Jack glanced over at the pill bottle on the nightstand.

"Your meds giving you a hard time?" Y/n asked concerned.

"Nothing I can't live with I guess. Just never being able to sleep or eat right." Jack's chuckle made Y/n frown.

"Oh so just those two life necessities? You know, you're allowed to try different meds to counteract some of those side effects. You should really talk to your doctor about some of those side effects messing with you." Y/n sincerely cared about Jack not feeling well. He chalked it up to her being a nurse.

"Nah he already knows. Plus I've recently had a surprising change that I'm afraid I might lose if I start a new medication." Jack spoke so freely that he felt himself getting slightly hard just at the mention of what happened last night.

"Oh yeah? That's great. Big change like more energy or small change like your body doesn't ache as much. I know muscle spasms are a bitch." Her knowledge of medication side effects might be useful if he would just accept the help.

"Um...well I was able to get an erection for the first time in a year." Jack laughed earning a whistle through the phone.

"Whoa whoa whoa, that's great but it's only a big change if you were able to finish..." Y/n waited for his answer and his silence made them both erupt in laughter.

"Jack Thurlow, you absolute slut! Congratulations on a long suffering orgasm." Y/n practically sang. Jack couldn't help but wonder what she would think if she knew she had a hand in it, no pun intended.

"Thank you. No one was more surprised than me but it helped me sleep so it was definitely a win." Jack sighed giving his chub a slight rub.

"As great as that is, you should still consider some alternatives or additives. Cumming is wonderful but being able to eat with nausea and sleep without interruption only makes that even better." Y/n's suggest didn't fall on deaf ears.

"I will consider talking to my doc about some changes if you promise to bring me a breakfast burrito tomorrow." Jack smiled knowing she was returning it on the other end of the line.

"Deal. Now put your pants back on! No jerking off on or near my dog you horny nerd." Jack's laugh was straight from the belly. He hadn't laughed so hard in longer than he could remember.

"I make no promises." Jack joked.

"Goodnight Jack." Y/n laughed into the phone.

"Goodnight." He hung the phone up and noticed he was still smiling even after placing the phone on the nightstand. Ace stared at him for a few moments and Jack reached out to scratch his head.

"She's not so bad, Ace. Not so bad at all." Jack snuggled down behind Ace ready to fall asleep clutching the pup. He wasn't sure if he was actually exhausted or if his brain was ready to shut down just so he could get to morning faster.

[fanfictionstuff]

Curiosity 4 (Ikki Niko x Reader) SMUT

*Characters are of legal age*

Sorry for the late update, I know people have been waiting for it, including my friend who requested it. My favorite character from Blue Exorcist is finally back on the show so my thoughts are nonstop Amaimon. Sorry.

Normal.

Everything was normal the following day. You got up before Ikki and quietly changed into some clothes from your drawer. Since you’ve spent so many nights together, your parents and his had arranged for you to have a place to keep your clothes at each other's houses. You even have a uniform hanging in his closet, which is perfectly normal for best friends, right? It’s not.

Moving swiftly through the kitchen as if it were your own, you take various pans from the cabinets and gather ingredients from the fridge needed for breakfast. Ikki’s mom has left some miso soup for both of you. Preparing the tamagoyaki is straightforward, and there’s pickled cabbage waiting for you in the fridge.

Breakfast is normal. Ikki praises your cooking while you roll your eyes because there's really nothing to praise. Tamagoyaki is quite easy to make, and the soup and cabbage are leftovers from his mother. "You make the best tamagoyaki ______." “Whatever you say, Ikki.”

Everything felt normal as if last night hadn’t occurred. Watching you browse through your textbooks, Ikki begins to wonder if maybe it hadn’t happened. 

“_____, is everything okay?” He questions cautiously.

"No. Everything is not fine. Can you tell me when I'll actually use this after high school?" You pull up the calculator on your app. "Once I graduate, this calculator will be all I need. I’d like to know when I’ll have to apply this level of math in real life, Ikki?” You lift the workbook in frustration. It’s ridiculous.

He frowns at your answer; he is not talking about schoolwork. “I meant…with us.”

“Us?”

Now, he’s truly wondering if it was a dream or something more. Could it be a dream of one of his deepest desires? “Uh, never mind. I have practice in about an hour; I need to prepare." He heads into his bedroom to put on his workout clothes. A bento his mother packed yesterday sits waiting in the fridge, which he plans to take for lunch between practices.

“_____, do you need me to get you anything?” He questions as he grabs his bag.

“No, after I finish this, I’ll grab lunch and pick up what I need.” You dismiss him, focusing on the problem in front of you. “Don’t overdo it today.”

After another twenty minutes of struggling with the workbook, you reach for your phone and decide to google the answers. At first, you try to use a website that gives you the answers and explains how it’s the answer, but then you get bored with reading about math and quickly switch to just writing the answers down.

Instead of making something for lunch, you decide to go out to a local café with great sandwiches and warm drinks. It’s just around the corner, and you make it into the coffee shop rather quickly; the scent of coffee and baked goods hits you as you enter the door. “Hi _____.” The barista grins. “How ‘s my favorite customer today?” He questions as you step up to the display case.  “Good, how are you?”

"Great! Where’s my other favorite customer? I don’t remember the last time I saw you come in alone," he asks, as he begins preparing your favorite hot drink for your order.

“With his true love.”

The man snorts. “Fairly certain soccer isn’t his true love, kiddo. Anyway, what else can I get you?”

Your original plan was to come for a sandwich, but your eyes lock on a slice of cake. Would it be weird to get a slice of cake and a sandwich? Usually, you’d order one and take the other home, but you’d like to eat both now. “A panini and a slice of cake.” You point towards the slice of cake you want.

As you sip on the warm drink, you relax in the quiet cafe, watching the people walking by outside on the sidewalk. It’s not a school day, so you notice a lot of high schoolers walking by with friends. The warm comfort of the drink and smoothing warmness of the cafe is slowly starting to get to you. You and Ikki had stayed up pretty late last night, and he had to wake up early for practice today, so you wanted to make him breakfast like a good girlfriend best friend.

Shaking your head, you decide to head back to Ikki’s house. You should take a nap while you can before Ikki finishes practice. 

The journey back to his house feels slower, as fatigue weighs heavily on every step. You struggle to unlock the door and carefully place your shoes in their designated spot before slipping into a pair of indoor slippers. A nap is definitely needed. Wanting to be as comfortable as possible, you remove your pants and neatly fold them before settling onto the sofa with a cozy blanket.

Ikki gazes down at his phone while eating the bento his mother prepared for him. He hardly registers the coach announcing that practice will end early today, as he's still grappling with whether last night was a dream or reality. He hasn’t received a text from you, which feels unusual since you usually message him during lunch.

After practice, Ikki makes his way to the locker room to change out of his sweaty clothes. He pulls out his phone to check for any messages from you, but finds nothing. A wave of disappointment washes over him, yet he quickly dismisses it, reminding himself that you’re likely busy with your own activities.

“______.” Someone whispers, shaking your shoulder. “Are you okay?” You groan, opening your eyes to see concerned teal eyes staring at you. “Ikki? Yeah, I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I bed?” You ask while rubbing your eyes.

“Oh, you didn’t text me during lunch, so….” He tilts his head down, allowing the hair to cover his eyes. “…. I was a little worried.” He admits.

You slowly sit up, glancing around the living room. “Wait, what time is it?”

“A little after two.”

“Why are you here?”

Ikki’s concerned expression morphs into something else, his mouth a thin, straight line. “Sorry, I can go-“

“What? Where are you going? Why are you here so early? Practice shouldn’t be over yet, right?” you ask, tossing the blanket aside and standing up. Ikki’s eyes widen as your bare thighs come into view at his eye level. he swallows hard, his gaze slowly moving up; you remain unaware of his lingering stare. As you stretch your arms overhead, your shirt rises slightly above your panties.

As memories from what he’s starting to believe was a dream flash through his mind, his mouth starts to water.

Ikki quickly averts his gaze, feeling a rush of heat creeping up his neck. "I-I just... our coach let us go early today," he stammers, trying to compose himself. He clears his throat and looks away, his heart racing at the sight before him.

You raise an eyebrow at his flustered demeanor, noticing how he avoids looking directly at you. "Well, since you're here early, want to watch a movie or something?" you offer casually, not realizing your casual movements' effect on him.

Ikki hesitates momentarily, still trying to shake off the images from the dream—or was it reality? "Uh, sure. Yeah, that sounds good," he replies, finally meeting your gaze but quickly looking away again.

“Great.” He’s still on his knees when you lean forward to grab the remote from the coffee table in front of the sofa. Ikki bites back a groan at the sight of you bent over like that in only a shirt and light blue underwear. 

You didn't think twice about dressing like this in front of Ikki; it was completely normal for you. Even though last night had been more intimate and left you feeling exposed, him seeing you like this now, just casually watching TV, made it feel innocent again. 

After selecting a movie, you sit on the other end of the sofa. Your body angled towards him, with your knees bent and resting against the arm of the sofa. This position gives him a perfect view of your slightly visible underwear. 

It had to have been a dream. Otherwise, you would’ve said something to him, right? His fingers dig into his thighs as he tears his eyes away from you. Last night, you were so open and blunt with your curiosity. So, was it a dream? He glances back at you from the corner, but as his eyes land on the blue cloth, he can’t help but feel starved. He wants to pull them down, see if you’ll make those same noises if he parts your legs and runs his tongue along your slit. 

“Ikki, are you okay?” You shuffle on the sofa, not noticing that you’ve opened your legs a bit wider for his view as you do. 

“No.” 

“What’s wrong.”  “Last night.” He watches you carefully to see any signs that maybe last night wasn’t just a dream. 

Your eyes widen; he sounds upset. Quickly, you straighten up, tucking your legs under you, and sit on your knees, staring at your best friend. “I’m sorry! I pushed too far. Didn’t I? We can just pretend it didn’t happen.” 

“No.” 

Your hands start to shake at his blunt tone. Is he angry and doesn’t want to be friends anymore? Does he feel like you took advantage of him? “Ikki, I’m so sorry. I was being selfish.” 

“______, I love you.” 

“I know; I love you too. Yet, I put you in that position. I shouldn’t-” 

He leans in, his forehead touching yours. You can feel his breath on your skin as he closes his eyes and sits silently with you.

“_____?” 

“Yes?” 

“I meant I’m in love with you.”

He leans forward, gently pressing his warm lips against yours. It’s a sweet, quick kiss, and when Ikki pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours again. "I'm sorry if I just made things awkward between us," he murmurs. “If you don’t return my feelings, it’s okay. We can act like I never said anything. I just can’t lose you _____.” 

You slowly pull away, reaching up to cup his face while pushing some hair from his eyes. “Sorry if you made things awkward? Ikki, I asked you if I could give you a blow job last night.” 

“_____.” 

“You’re not going to lose me; I love you too. I always have.” You admit before pressing your lips to his. He responds with a low groan before nipping at your bottom lip. Encouraged, you part your lips slightly, and he slips his tongue inside, gently moving against yours. His hands slip up your thighs; they’re on your hips, fingers slightly tucked in the waistband of your underwear. “Are you okay?” He whispers against your lips. You nod.

“You’ve been teasing me since I got home today. Did you know that?” He says with a smirk. “First, I wasn’t sure if last night was just a dream. All morning, you didn’t say anything, and now, when I come home, you’re wearing only this.” He gestures towards your outfit. “Bending over, slightly spreading your legs. Right in front of my face.” He moves from the sofa to kneel in front of you. “I told you before, you taste amazing.” He gently trails his fingers over your knees, spreading them apart slightly. “Can I have another taste, ____? It's all I've been able to think about all day." He confesses, running his tongue over his lower lip. 

You nod, feeling a rush of excitement and anticipation course through your body. You can feel yourself getting wet at his words and the way he's looking at you. He leans forward, placing his hands on your thighs as he parts your legs wider. His fingers trail up and down your inner thighs, causing you to shiver.

“You smell amazing, too.” He looks up at you with darkened eyes before pulling down your underwear and nuzzling against your core. 

You close your eyes and let out a soft sigh, enjoying the feeling of his warm breath against your sensitive area. He starts to kiss and lick gently, causing a wave of pleasure to wash over you. You reach down and thread your fingers through his hair, gently guiding him closer to where you need him most. 

You're feeling a mix of emotions: embarrassment but also excitement. Last night, you thought he only did it because you gave him oral pleasure, and he felt obligated to reciprocate. But now, as his mouth eagerly explores your core with messy licks and desperate movements, it's clear that he's enjoying this just as much as you are. Your body responds by arching your back in pleasure, and he places your legs over his shoulders for easier access to you. 

He can feel your arousal building, the tension in your body growing with each passing moment. Ikki's face is buried against your core; his eyes are closed in concentration as he focuses on giving you the most intense pleasure he possibly can.

You let out a loud gasp as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing small circles that send jolts of pleasure through your body. Your hands grip his hair as your back arches off the sofa, letting out moans of pleasure that fill the room.

With his thumb rubbing your clit, he uses his other hand to insert a finger into you slowly. He watches you through his hair, accessing the situation. Your expression and sounds only hint at pleasure, so he slowly adds another finger. Still focused on your expression while starting to make a scissoring motion with his fingers. That’s how he’s supposed to do it, right? To prepare you in case you want to go further with him. His brow furrows in concentration, wanting to bring you the most pleasure possible. When you start pulling his hair almost painfully, he realizes you’re going to cum. He curls his fingers while gently sucking against your clit.

You pant out his name as you come undone, the sensation seemingly stronger than it had been last night. “I-I think you somehow got better at it, how? It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours. Your body jolts as you feel his warm tongue running along your folds again. “Ikki! Too sensitive.” You whine, trying to pull away. “Are you going to do this every time?” He frowns at you. “I’m sorry _____, you just taste amazing. I’ve never tasted something this amazing before.”

“You’re full of shit.” You huff, not believing that the taste of your release is anywhere near the level he’s trying to say it is. Ikki shakes his head, leaning forward to run his tongue along your folds once more. “I could do this all day.”

“Can I suck your cock?” Suddenly, the tables have turned, and Ikki’s confidence melts away into embarrassment at your words. “W-what? No, I mean yes.” He attempts to hide his red face against your legs. “Yes, just let me shower first, okay? I just got back from training and wasn’t expecting to do this within twenty minutes of walking in.”

“So, you were expecting this?”

Ikki chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "I-I mean, I hoped it would happen again; I didn’t think it would happen so soon." He looks up at you with a shy smile. "But I'm not complaining," he adds quickly, the embarrassment still evident in his face.

You grin at him, finding his reaction endearing. "Alright, go take a shower then. I'll wait for you."

Ikki nods and stands up, pulling his clothes off as he heads towards the bathroom. You watch him go with an appreciation for his toned body before pulling yourself together and sitting up on the sofa.

As you wait for Ikki to finish showering, your mind races with excitement and anticipation. Last night was amazing, and you can't wait to feel that same pleasure again with Ikki.

When he finally emerges from the bathroom, freshly showered and dressed in comfortable lounge pants, you can't help but stare at him hungrily. He grins at your reaction before making his way over to you.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks softly as he stands in front of you.

You nod eagerly; this all started off as your idea; of course, you’re ready.

“Maybe we could go to the bedroom.”

“Right! Yeah, of course.” You probably sound a bit too eager, but Ikki is your best friend and boyfriend? Is he your boyfriend now? Maybe this is something you should confirm first. “Uh, Ikki?” You question, suddenly feeling nervous as you follow him into the bedroom.

“Yes?”

You sit on his bed, nervously fidgeting with your fingers. “So, uh, are we in a relationship?”

He pauses, suddenly becoming more nervous, too. “I hope so. I love you, and you said you love me unless you don’t.”

“I do! I just, nothing was said.”

You watch as his face starts to turn red. “_____, I thought it was implied.”

“Oh, right, yeah.” You rub the back of your neck awkwardly. “Anyway, you’ll let me suck your cock now?”

He knows you’re just reflecting your embarrassment, so he doesn’t say anything about your comment. Slowly, he nudges you to sit on his bed, and he sits beside you. His eyes never leave yours as he pulls down the waistband of his pants to reveal himself fully.

He's already hard, and your mouth waters at the sight of his length. Without hesitation, you lean forward and take him into your mouth. A low groan escapes Ikki's lips as your tongue swirls around him teasingly.

You savor his taste and feel in your mouth, loving how he responds to your every movement. You want to make him feel as good as he made you feel earlier. You take him deeper into your throat, causing him to let out a loud groan that seemingly vibrates throughout the room.

Ikki reaches down, gently taking hold of the back of your head as you continue to pleasure him. His fingers thread through your hair, his breaths coming out ragged and labored as you continue on.

"Oh god, ____," he moans softly, eyes tightly shut as he revels in the sensation of your mouth on him. "You're so good at this."

You remove your mouth from him but don’t lift your head, slightly panting; the puffs of air you release against the head of his cock just make him more sensitive. “Ikki, I’m the only one that’s done this for you. I could be awful for all you know.” You causelly comment, licking the tip.

"I don't think that's possible," he replies, his voice slightly hoarse. "You... you make it feel so good."

You grin in response, feeling a newfound confidence as you move back down to take him into your mouth again. Your lips wrap around him, and you begin to move your head rhythmically up and down, taking him deeper with each passing second.

Ikki's fingers tighten slightly in your hair, guiding your movements as you continue to please him. His breaths come out in short, sharp pants, each one more labored than the last as he approaches his climax.

"I'm going to cum," he warns you softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You pull off him just in time, sitting back on your heels as he releases a loud groan, his hips bucking as he reaches his peak. He grips the sheets tightly as his orgasm washes over him, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

As he enjoys the aftermath of his release, you lean forward, kissing the tip of his softening penis softly before looking up at him with a smile. "Glad you enjoyed it."

Ikki leans forward, capturing your lips passionately as his hands roam over your body. You eagerly respond, tangling your fingers in his hair as the kiss intensifies. His hands continue their exploration, trailing down to your core, where he finds you already wet with anticipation.

He slides a finger inside you, causing you to gasp and arch your back against him. "You're wet again," he murmurs against your lips before adding another finger and increasing his pace. Your moans become louder as he continues to please you with his fingers.

Feeling impatient, you grind yourself against him, wanting more contact and friction. “Could we, um, have sex?” You mumble as his thumb makes contact with your clit.

“Y-yeah.” He pulls away from you slightly to remove his pants completely; you follow suit and remove your shirt; your underwear is still somewhere tossed in the living room.

Gently, he guides you to lie down on the bed. “Are you sure?” You nod. “Let me know if it hurts.” He positions himself above you nervously; he expects the first time to be awkward; you are both virgins. His main concern is not hurting you when he first enters you.

“I’m ready.” You reply, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He takes the hint, slowly entering you, his eyes locked with yours as he moves deeper inside you.

At first, it feels a little uncomfortable, but he moves slowly and pauses to ensure you’re okay before entering more. He waits a moment once he’s fully in you, giving you time to adjust. There’s no pain, just an odd feeling of being filled. You pull his head down to place a kiss on his lips. “Okay, you can move now.” He nods, starting with shallow thrusts, watching you carefully the whole time. You moan softly, your legs wrapping around Ikki’s waist as he moves deeper inside you.

Ikki groans softly in response, his chest grazing against yours as he finds a rhythm that seems to work for both of you. His lips find yours again in a passionate kiss, his movements becoming more urgent as he tries to please you in every way possible. Ikki moves a hand between your legs, reaching for your clit, gently pinching it as he continues to thrust into you.

You gasp at the sudden sensation, your eyes fluttering shut as waves of pleasure radiate from your core. "Yes," you whisper, clutching at his back as he continues to touch you in just the right way.

Ikki's movements become more earnest, his thrusts deeper and harder as he tries to give you the pleasure you both desperately crave. His eyes are locked on yours, searching for any sign that he's succeeding in making you feel good.

"I'm close," you pant, your voice barely audible over your own heavy breathing. "Don't stop."

Ikki nods, his eyes never leaving yours as he continues his relentless assault on your body. His breath becomes ragged, his heart pounding in his chest as he fights for control over his own impending orgasm.

Suddenly, a wave of intense pleasure washes over you, your entire body trembling as you cry out his name. Ikki feels your muscles clench around him as you release. His body shudders against yours, and he lets out a rough groan as he cums deep inside you.

Ikki's breath hitches as he pulls back slightly, his gaze still locked with yours. "Are you okay?" He whispers concern etched on his face.

You laugh, “Better than okay. Hey, did you know most girls don’t have an orgasm during their first time? So, good job.” You pat his back.

His head drops to your shoulder, “_____, please.”

“It’s true. I read it online.”

“_____.”

“Fine, fine. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You grasp a handful of his hair, pulling his head back so you can make eye contact. “So, our parents…”

If your parents knew, they’d realize they had been wrong about your supposedly sibling-like relationship all this time, and it’d be a mess.

Ikki looks thoughtful for a moment. “We’ve only got a few months before we finish high school. Let’s tell them once they’ve helped us move into a new apartment at the university.”

[disciplinedselfrya]

Fall of 2024 - Goals 🍁

Okay! New season! Let's put that "summertime sadness" away and starting working on our goals! 💪

Now, before you start writing ten different areas of your life that you want to improve…stop! You're not setting goals, but failure.

I know you are enthusiastic, but calm down a little. Because you have school and as sad as it might sound to you, school takes a lot of time. And if you are on this blog, you can't afford bad grades.

So let's set manageable goals. I want you to choose three things in your life that you will focus on the next three months.

And if you are still in school, your academic life should be one of them.

For me, those three areas are:

Education (my grades, knowledge and Olympiad work)

Physical health (my diet, workout schedule and daily steps)

Skills - literature and communication, maybe psychology (writing on this blog, writing poetry, attending all sorts of events where I have the chance to meet people who work in the field, volunteering)

Some other examples might be your financial situation, your mental health, your social skills, network, hobbies or one important project.

This fall, I want to focus on getting fit and healthy, working for the Olympiad and learning about literature, communication and psychology while also getting to know more people (my network).

Now that you know what are the areas in your life that you want to work on, think about how you will take action. Autumn has three months. At this point, you only need to focus on September.

After each one of the things above, write what you'll do to reach your goals.

For my education:

I will study every day using effective techniques

I will talk to my teacher and make a plan for the Olympiad that I will follow

I will do my homework as soon as I can

For my physical health:

I will start working out 6 days a week again: three times a week weights, three times a week cardio (dancing, swimming and maybe running)

I will walk to school and go on walks when I can

I will follow a healthy diet (I will post the rules soon)

For my skills (and network):

I will make a schedule for my posts once school starts and write consistently

I will have the courage to take initiative and start conversations

I will attend events related to my interests (at least one this month)

Note: everything will be done after I get back from my second trip. I am leaving the city today and I will return on Friday. My school year starts on the 9th of September and this is the day when I will actually start studying and everything else. Next week, all I want is to have fun! <3

They might seem like a lot, I know. But you won't actually do all these every day.

For instance, I will have days when I will just work for the Olympiad, study, go to my dance class and write a post (except for school and eating healthy). Or I will have an event and do some homework, maybe go to the gym after this.

You have to take each day as it is. And stay consistent.

If this is too much for you, choose two areas instead of three.

Focusing just on your grades and health, for example, is way better than having five different tasks on your plate daily and ditching them all. 👌

Hope this helps! Keep going! And have a loooovely autumn! 💖 Rya

[fuctacles]

#5 late bloomers two for the WIP ask game please!

Soon after I wrote Late Bloomers, I started writing part two but cut it short to post it and give it closure. There is, though, an overgrowth attached at the bottom, with the beginnings of their actual date:

"I'm prepared for running, but I am not prepared for running, you know?" Eddie says when they leave the house, giving the pavement ahead a look of animosity. The horizon was mocking him, whatever distance Stephanie had in store for him already felt like too much. He's gonna make an ass of himself and go into cardiac arrest two houses from here. Thank gods Stephanie seemed to like her men pathetic.  "Good thing I did an extra lap this morning, then," she smiles at him. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle with you," she says and winks.  He's gonna die of cardiac arrest one way or another, isn't he? "Uh-huh, thanks." "You need to warm up before running anyway, especially if you're just starting," she says, her limbs already flying into motion. "Repeat after me?" He looks around self-consciously.  "Right here?" "Yeah?" she looks up from where she started making dips. "You getting shy on me?" "No? Yes? It just feels weird," he mutters. "You'll get used to it," she says, and oh how Eddie wants to get used to it. "Whoever's looking right now, sitting on their ass, should be jealous. I'm getting my morning workout with a cute man next to me. And what are they doing?" Eddie could tease her about that life coach mindset but focuses on the important part instead. "You think I'm cute?" She smiles wide. "The cutest. Now focus on me and repeat what I do."

If you ever told him he would be doing stretches in his front yard at ass-o-clock in the morning because a hot lady asked him to, he'd laugh right in your face. But priorities shift, people change, and atoms keep multiplying. Or maybe he just got possessed or something. He wouldn't be the one calling an exorcist if all demons looked like Stephanie, though. They face each other, which makes him less self-conscious about any neighbors that might be watching (he's sure he'll see photos in the group chat later though, courtesy of Jeff) and she keeps eye contact while giving him simple instructions and fixing his posture now and then.  "How are you feeling?" she asks after a few exercises. He shakes his limbs to get a feel of them. "Weird? I can feel muscles I didn't know I had. Like, I'm weirdly aware of my body now." He makes a face. "That's normal," she tells him. "Nothing hurts though?" "Everything hurts," he corrects. "Good." Her smile is a little evil and it makes his stomach muscles twist. He bites his lip, willing his body to calm the fuck down. When she holds out her hand he instinctively grabs it. "Okay, let's go." Eddie frowns as he follows her onto the pavement and to the right. "Are we not running?" "Do you want to?" she raises an eyebrow at him. "Not really," he says quickly. "Then we won't. I don't want you coughing your lungs out on our first date." She squeezes his hand. "We'll take a brisk walk to the cafe I like, and then go to the park to wind down. That okay?" "Brisk walk," Eddie repeats under his breath, still in disbelief, that he's into a sports person. "What was that?" Stephanie asks, a hint of warning in her voice.  "I said it's a great plan," he smiles charmingly. "Good," she says and it goes straight to the horny part of his brain. "Let's put these long legs of yours to use, then," she says before pulling him along to match her pace.  He might not be coughing his lungs out but he'll certainly feel them up in his throat. Turns out the cafe isn't that far though, just out of the living area, where the busy streets start. He's a little out of breath by then and takes a seat on one of the armchairs like it's his last place of rest. Stephanie gets him a glass of water before asking for his order. "Should I get something healthy?" he asks with a scrunch of his nose, eyeing the menu above the counter. "I draw the line at oatmeal shakes." Stephanie laughs, squeezing his hand. She barely let it go since they started walking. "You can get whatever you want. You deserve a treat. That, and some calorie replenishment." "I like the sound of that," he admits, letting his eyes roam back to the coffee section. He doesn't go out often so he kind of blanks at what to order. "Uh, just an oat milk coffee with some caramel syrup, I guess?" Then, he remembers something. "Shit, I don't have anything on me," he realizes. He didn't even grab his keys, assuming Gareth would be there to open for him when Jeff leaves for work. Phone and wallet seemed redundant when going for a run. He's about to spiral about how shitty date he is when Stephanie shakes her head and pats his hand before getting up.  "I'll pay, I'm the one who invited you anyway. You'll get the next one." He settles back down. He'll get the next one. He hasn't been on a date in ages, but he doesn't remember anyone ever so boldly assuming there's gonna be a next date. It made his nerves settle, knowing there's next time.

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FRIEND! Could you imagine a four way tickle fight between Bachira, Kunigami, Isagi, and Chigiri?! Like a free for all! Like imagine the absolute chaos and humor. Team Z is highly amused because like who wouldn’t? The biggest menaces on the team going at it and not only are they the biggest menaces, but some of the most ticklish on the team as well. Like their amused, but know better than to intervene because faster than you could say “Blue Lock” they will get attacked by four mischievous and tickly pups.

The PUPS! Ugh, I can't get enough of them! They are so fun to write! I had to make this into a fic- I HAD TOO! It's been too long since these four had a full blown tickle fight (well-maybe not that long for them but for me writing it? It's been a hot minute) I've gotcha covered, friend!

CW: Swearing

Cloud 9 (Taglist): @myreygn

It was late into the evening when war began.

“AH! Bachira!” Isagi, who was halfway into his sweatshirt, spasmed at the feeling of fingers prodding his side. “Can you at least WAIT until I’m decent?”

“Huh?” Bachira looked at him curiously, tilting his head. “But I didn’t do anything.”

“I literally just felt you poke my side.” Isagi turned to glare, crossing his arms protectively over his torso. “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not, Isagirin!” Bachira hopped up, bouncing over with playful eyes. “If I poked your whittle ribs, it’s go like this! Poke, poke poke!” He sang as he jabbed Isagi multiple times in said spot, making the taller boy squeak and back up. “See? I’ve got a whole system!”

“Oohohkay, okay- so maybe it wasn’t you. But who..” Isagi turned to look around him, trying to find the culprit. Most of Team Z were either at dinner, showering or doing some sort of cool down post workout. Alongside them, Kunigami, Chigiri, Raichi and Gagamaru remained.

“Are you sure it wasn’t you? I think I’d know if someone el-eheheheehehahhaha!” Isagi squeaked, breaking into giggles once more when Bachira poked him again. “Stahhaap! Sthahhhap!” He caught his hands, glaring some. “Lemme find the culprit first!”

“Oo, so you’re saying I can tickle you after we find them?” Bachira’s eyes sparkled, grinning all teeth when Isagi blushed. “We better find them soon then!”

“Right…” Isagi turned back to the room, his eyes falling on Kunigami. He was closest, and seemed to be struggling to breathe. Upon further inspection, Isagi could see him fighting down a smile, puffing with laughter.

“You son of a- Come here!” Isagi charged, tackling the ginger from the side. At least- that was the plan, had Kunigami not been built like a mountain. The most he did was slightly nudge him. “Why are you poking me?”

“W-What? I’m not!” Kunigami blinked, his smile growing at Isagi’s glare. “I swear to god, I’m just sitting here!”

“Why are you laughing then, KuniKun?” Bachira rolled up fingers already poking towards the back of Kunigami’s ribs, making the hero arch with a ‘tch’. “What’s funny?”

“Yeah, tell us Kunigami!” Isagi was quick to join, worming a finger behind Kunigami’s armpit and watching the bigger boy start to crumble. “Why are you so smiley?”

“Ah! Ahehehe-D-Don’t! Pfft- I was juhuhuhst thihihinking about eahhhaherlier!” He snorted out, trying not to squirm too much. Every poke and tickle from these two was making it harder to do so. “I dihihihidn’t do ihiihiht!” 

“Uh-huh. Likely story. What’s your alibi?” Isagi questioned, going full tickle mode now as he dug his whole hand under Kunigami’s arm, making the bigger boy yelp and cackle. “Tell us!”

“Gonna tickle you until you dooooooo~” Bachira cooed, reaching around to get his belly. Kunigami was torn between doubling over and arching away, his laugh booming across the room like one of his mighty kicks. “He’s so ticklish!”

“Nohohoohoohoho! I diihihihihiihidn’t I swehhahahahhahhahar!” Kunigami cried, cheeks pink and eyes squeezed shut. Figuring he wasn’t getting out of this anytime soon, he jumped into action, grabbing Isagi and yanking him into his lap. “Bahahahhachira, geheheheht him!”

“No! No, Bahhahahachira, sahhahhhahahve mehehhhehehe!” Isagi cried as the hero’s fingers dug into his ribs, making him spasm and sink. “Hhhehehehehhelp!”

“Hmmm….” Bachira did neither. Instead, he looked across the way to a rather quiet Chigiri. The redhead was seemingly asleep, eyes closed and head tipped forward as he breathed deeply. The problem was that however- his breathing was far too intentional.

Scooting closer, he positioned himself before the other, leaning in so they were nose to nose. “ChiChi~”

Chigiri cracked an eye open then screamed, falling backwards.

 “For fuck’s sake, Bachira!” He yelped, scrambling to recover. Bachira cackled and leaped, quickly going for his belly and sides. “Gehahahahhaaha! Nohohohoho! Nohohohooho fahahhahahhair!”

“Oo, ChiChi said a bad word! Chichi said a bad word!” Bachira cooed, laughing along with him. “Was it you, missy? Did you tickle Isagi and cause all this mischief?”

“Whahhahaht are you tahahhhaalking about? Of cohohohohourse nohoohohohooht! Ahehahhahhahaa- Bahahahchirahahhahhaha!” He squeaked, covering his face with his hands as he tried elbowing the other boy’s hands away. “Sthahahhahap thahhahhahhaht!”

“Hahhahahhang on, Chihiiihihigirihiihihihihi!” Isagi yelped, suddenly determined to save the other. Reaching out, he gave Kunigami’s thigh a squeeze, making the Hero shout and flail. With a burst of energy, he charged and tackled Bachira, taking him down into the nearest futon and going in on his back. “Tahahke this, you little shit!”

“Geahhahahhahhahha! Ishahahhhahahagiihihihihihihi!” Bachira howled, shoving at the other’s shoulders as he squirmed and thrashed beneath him. “Whhehhehhehehehe hahahhahve to gehehehehhehhehet Chihihihihihiihihhii!”

“Already do.” Kunigami called, easily grabbing Chigiri’s foot before he could escape. “Come here, Princess.”

“Hero, I swear to god I will break your nose-” Chigiri squeaked when he got pulled over, any remains of his threat lost as he squealed. “Nohohohohooho! Nohohohoohot the knehehehehehehehehees!”

“What? Huh? I couldn’t understand- say that again?” Kunigami teased, putting a hand to his ear as he carried on squeezing Chigiri’s knee. “Keep tickling your knees? Okay!”

“Trahhahahhhhhaitohohohooohor!”

“You love me.”

“Iihihihihiihihishahahahahgiiihihihihiihi!”

“Yeah?” Isagi grinned, delighted in how red Bachira was. “Wanna fess up?”

Bachira nodded, gasping for air as Isagi slowed down. “SIIHIHKE!” He cried then, quickly flipping the tables and sending them tumbling into Kunigami and Chigiri. Before long it was a free for all- tickles flying to whomever was unfortunate to get grabbed.

“God, they’re like a pack of newborn puppies.” Raichi rolled his eyes, shaking his head at the four idiots playing.

“Yeah.” Gagamaru nodded. They shared a look, grinning then.

“We’re terrible.”

“So bad.”

“Think they’ll realize it was us?”

“Nah, they’ll be too tired to figure it out.”

“I’ll hold you to it.” Gagamaru rolled into his futon, getting comfortable. “What happens if they do? Figure it out I mean?”

Raichi thought about it with a hum. “Blame Kuon?”

“Blame Kuon.” Gagamaru grinned, shaking Raichi’s offered hand.

Thanks for reading!

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Hii!! I read your Gifts series and it's soo good!!! The way you write the tickle scenes make it so realistic. My bias is Seungmin so if it's okay with you can you pls pls pls wreck him a lot in part 6? Like maybe get Jeongin to help Felix wreck him for not helping him out earlier?

Gifts: Part 6

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your wish is my command! I hope you enjoy my sweet anon! 💗💖✨🌟

𝒍𝒆𝒆: Seungmin

𝒍𝒆𝒓s: Lixie and Jeongin

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭i𝘯𝘨! 💗

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Lixie headed to Seungmin’s room, standing at the door as he watched the boy fidget and apologize rapidly. Felix interrupted him with a “Ya know, I don’t wreck you as often…but today…get ready to see stars Minnie” Felix giggled cutely as he approached the boy, who scrambled underneath Felix and running out the door, earning a shriek of surprise from Felix himself as he  ran after the panicked younger. 

“PLEHEASE!” Seungmin screamed as Felix managed to grab a chunk of his side and squeezed. Felix ran right past Jeongin, who did a double take and chased the two kids throughout the dorms. 

Soon enough, however, Felix and Jeongin did manage to corner the frightened puppy in the corner of Changbin’s empty room. Lixie assumed the older had gone for his evening workout and was probably flexing those muscles in the gym. 

Jeongin smirked evilly at Seungmin as the vocalist whined in fear. 

“Plehease! Don’t come any closer!” Seungmin giggled in anticipation.

“Nah. You definitely deserve this for leaving me helpless.” Jeongin replied while wiggling his fingers in Minnie’s direction, causing the older to burst into giggles. Felix bolted at the vocalist as he screamed and ran. Directly into Jeongin’s arms.

 ‘Aish.’ Seungmin thought before he screeched and cackled as Jeongin’s hands flew down to his hips and massaged them in a very ticklish manner.

Felix managed to catch up and pin Minnie’s arms over his head on the couch, leaving the puppy helpless and begging as Jeongin sat on his hips, grinning down at the opportunity to make him pay.

“Make him beg, Innie!” Felix said while smiling cutely down at the boy. Seungmin’s eyes widened just as Jeongin managed to dig his fingers into Minnie’s tummy.

“Nahaha! Plehehease leheheave me ahahalonee!” Seungmin giggled as he arched his back, just to screech and slam it back down when Felix managed to wiggle his fingers into the small of his back.

Jeongin decided to target some new areas. “OOH! I have an idea! How about we wreck all of your spots, and let’s see which one you find the most and least ticklish! Doesn’t that sound like a good idea, Felix hyung?”

“NO IT DOESN’T!!!” Seungmin screamed in between, eyes darting frantically between the two lers.

 “Hmmm I think it’s a very good idea indeed. However, there’s something I wanna know first. Innie, you told me my gift has two words in it, so I think it’s only fair that Minnie can tell me what letters they both start with! How about that?”

“NOHO plehease noho” 

“Well, too bad” Felix grinned as Jeongin slotted his fingers into Seungmin’s ribs and scratched roughly.

“NAHAHAHA JEOHOHONGIN!”

“Yes, hyung?” Innie replied cheekily, loving the wide smile adorning the puppy’s face.

“PLEHEHEASE NAHAHT THEHERE” 

“Okay!” Jeongin smiled as he aimed for Seungmin’s armpits instead, however the vocalist had other plans, slamming his arms down to the side and almost throwing Felix off balance.

“Woah! I didn’t expect that!” Felix yelled in surprise. He fixed Seungmin so he was sitting vertically on the couch, then walked behind the couch and pulled Minnie’s arms high above his head, stretching him way more than Seungmin would’ve liked. 

Jeongin scratched as Seungmin’s sides, smiling when the older burst into giggles, trying his hardest to squirm side to side but failing terribly. When he scratched at Seungmin’s underarms again, it was all over.

“HAHAHAHA PLEHEHEASE I CAHA- CAHAHANT HAHAHA'' Jeongin decided to give the lee a break, instead sitting on the ground as Felix sat facing Seungmin’s lower body, letting go of his arms in the process. 

Jeongin winked at Felix and both boys dug into Minnie’s thighs at the same time, causing the vocalist to scream like a madman.

“YAHAHAHA BINNIE HAHAHALP!” Seungmin screamed as Changbin passed the room to get his water bottle, grinning at Seungmin’s pleads as he walked out, heading back to the gym.

‘Oh that brat’s gonna pay.’ Seungmin thought before dissolving into another round of boisterous mirth, as Felix and Jeongin decided to aim at the puppy’s knees. 

Lastly, Felix headlocked Minnie’s feet and pulled all his toes back as Jeongin scratched underneath and all over the poor boy’s soles. This was the breaking point for the vocalist as tears ran down his face and he pounded on Felix’s back begging him to just stop.

“OKAHAHAHAY PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!” Seungmin screamed as he was convinced he actually saw stars dancing in his vision.

The two lers stopped before Felix spoke to Jeongin.

“Ya know what’s my specialty in these situations, Innie?”

“What is it hyung?”

“Raspberries!” Felix pulled Seungmin’s pantline down slightly as the relished in the vocalist’s begging as Felix lowered his head, but never actually touched his worst spot. Seungmin felt like screaming. He waited and watched Innie with tense eyes.

Until Seungmin felt an intense buzzing sensation on his v-line.

“N-NOHOHOHOHAHAHA FEHEHELIX AHAHAHAAA!” Seungmin screamed as he pushed at the back of Lixie’s head, the sensation too much as jeongin managed to wrestle both his arms above his head again, and Seungmin was left utterly helpless as Felix blew raspberry after raspberry on the boy’s v-line while massaging his hips at the same time.

“OKAY! OKAHAHAHAY PLEHEHEEHEASE AHAHAHHAH I- HEHHELP!” 

“THEFIRSTLETTERSTARTSWITHAN “P” ANDTHESECONDONESTARTSWITH”A” JUHUHST PLEHEHEEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP-.”

Poor Seungmin’s laughter went silent as he bucked his hips and slammed his back up and down as his face reddened and the tears streamed down his face.

The tickling stopped immediately as the lers didn't want to kill Seungmin. 

“Thanks for your help, Innie!” Felix called as he headed to the last member he needed to interrogate, Changbin.

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ok guys so genuine question. do you think i update too fast or do you want the fics spread out a little more? Have a great day! 💗💖🌟✨

[tomjamesavery]

Hobbies, Haikus, and Hinny Written for the Ginnyversary Bingo Challenge with the prompt: B4 — "Writing a haiku is so fun. Make sure to get the syllables right"

Read on: AO3

Ginny felt tired and drained, as she sat down onto their living room sofa, letting out an exhausted sigh.

She had just come home after a long and grueling day of training for the upcoming Quidditch season.

As they only had about two weeks of training time left their regiment was tight, six days a week, and eight to ten hours of workouts, runs, yoga, stretching, and of course flying.

They played friendlies against foreign European teams weekly as well, which only added to the total workload.

But now she let her mind drift for a second, relishing in the direly needed quietness of their beautiful home.

Harry hadn ’t arrived yet, he had recently been assigned a new case, and it wasn’t uncommon that he stayed in the office until late in the evening.

But Ginny was used to it, since they were both early in their careers, working long shifts was no rarity for either of them.

She observed the old grandfather clock that was steadily ticking, it stood between the mantled fireplace and one of their many ornate bookshelves, the Black’s-, or to be more accurate, -Sirius had left Harry, together with a fortune of old and fine furniture.

The ticking noise calmed Ginny, it seemed to fill her mind with planned steadiness, always on time, every second, you could count on it.

She needed a hobby, something to keep her grounded, something to keep her mind on a constant swing, away from this zero to a hundred and back, that her daily training regiment brought. She needed balance, badly.

She glanced to her right, where-, under one of the big living room windows, -stood a dark oak desk, in which’s drawers, she knew, her writing gear rested.

Maybe it was time again, she thought, she had always loved to write, didn't matter if journalistic articles or little stories, as long as she was bringing words to paper, she felt at home. It calmed her and yet kept her mind working, in a steady, relaxed, and healthy way.

Before she could get herself to stand up from the sofa to check on her writing equipment, she heard someone step in through the front door.

Her eyes wandered to the dressing room, where she heard some shuffling before her husband stepped into the living room, a big smile plastered over his face.

“Evening Gin-“ He quickly stopped in his tracks, looking at her in concern before he continued. “How was your day, you look drained?” Harry asked, as he swiftly closed the distance, plopping himself down onto the sofa next to her.

“’ Am okay,” Ginny admitted. “Just a long day, and I was kinda thinking about something.” She leaned into him as his hand instinctively snaked around her, pulling her closer.

“But first tell me what has you grinning like you just won the goblin lottery?” She smiled, her head leaning against his right shoulder, making Harry snort.

“Oh, we just finally managed to discover a major lead on the case that has been bugging us for the last five weeks, all confidential tho! No don’t look at me like that, and you know that even if would tell you, without the context it would just be convoluted and boring.” He explained a grin on his lips, as Ginny stared at him giving him her best puppy eyes before simply poking him in the ribs as he made no sign of telling her about it.

He only leaned in and gently kissed her forehead in response, making a million butterflies take off in Ginny’s stomach. How that man could still make her feel like that, she had no idea.

“Now tell me, what were you thinking about?” Harry asked, he had pulled back, now looking at her in interest.

Ginny’s lips curled into a smile as she told him of her plans to maybe start writing in her free time again.

“I just don’t know what, I am not even picky.” She explained. “I thought about journalistic Quidditch work, but maybe I should start with something simpler, something smaller, to get me back into the flow of it.” She outlined, now turning towards her husband, eyes wide.

“Am I even making sense?”

Harry simply kissed her on her lips, making her swell in love and confidence before he spoke up.

“Gin, you're the most talented writer I know, your articles for the Hogwarts Herald were unparalleled, I know without a doubt, that whatever you set your mind on, it will turn out wonderful.” He told her honestly, and she felt herself relax at his words, now cuddling up against his chest as warmth filled her body.

“But if you want to start small I might have an idea!” She could hear the grin on his face from his voice alone, as he continued.

“One of my colleagues at work, loves writing little poems, he spends half of his break doing nothing else.” Harry chuckled.

“But there’s this special type, they’re called Haiku, it’s a Japanese type of poem that normally is made up of seventeen syllables and three sentences, he told us all about them,” Harry explained.

“He always scribbles them to get his mind in the mood. So maybe that could work for you as well!”

Ginny thought about it for a second, that did sound like a nice idea, but wasn’t that complicated? But maybe that was exactly what she needed to get her mind going.

“Isn’t it hard tho?” She asked, maybe Harry’s colleague had told him more.

“Like especially to keep track of everything?”

Harry only shook his head. “No, writing a Haiku is fun. Make sure to get the syllables right, and everything, it’s a nice little warm-up challenge to get the mind going, like stretches before a workout!” He pointed out.

“Hmm…”

Was all Ginny had to say to that, but honestly she thought her husband was right. That sounded exactly like what she needed right now, something she could easily and quickly do, yet something that still challenged her to a degree.

She swiftly jumped to her knees, now straddling Harry, almost making him jump in the process.

They locked eyes, and Ginny lost herself in the emerald green, almost fumbling her next words.

“Sometimes you do have your uses.” She teased, a mischievous grin crossing her features, making Harry snort in response, yet a visible blush on his cheeks.

“And I think I am in the mood to use you a bit more right now.” She huskily whispered, before grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling him towards herself, their mouths fiercely meeting as they melted into each other.

The writing could wait, they had something more important to do now.

[twilightknight17]

This time on P3R: lots and lots of Tartarus, and hanging with my bros.

Spent a bunch of time in Tartarus, one because I was trying to get more money/personas, and two because I thought the border floor was closer than it was. X’D I ended up having to go home because everyone was out of SP.

I’m level 68, which is not nice, and one level too low to fuse Loki, sadly. And somehow, I don’t feel overleveled in the slightest. Which… doesn’t seem to bode well for the inevitable marathon final boss. XDDDD

Anyway, now that I’ve come back, time to… oh, wait. Exams are this week, so no one will hang out with me except my rival track bro, and Mitsuru. Which seems weird, since Mitsuru STILL won’t hang out with me because I’m not a genius. But if I was… she’d hang out with me instead of study?

Akihiko wants to spend the evening together, though, so that’s cool. He takes me on a workout run, and Minato keeps up admirably! That roving band of delinquents who want to fight him turns up again, though.

Seriously, there’s more dudes every time this happens.

Akihiko’s prepared to fight, though, and tells Minato to stay back. But…

Admittedly, I’m not a Japanese high school student. I’m not an expert. But these guys seriously think that just because he’s on the boxing team, he’ll get in trouble for defending himself against like… twenty guys? “Oh, someone with your training shouldn’t fight an amateur”, so what, he’s just supposed to let people with no training beat him up without protecting himself?

Also, fucking pathetic of these morons to only come after him if they think he can’t/won’t hit back. Cowards. Dipshits. Fall down the shrine stairs on your way home.

Don’t worry, Senpai! I could!

These guys made a fatal mistake, though. They mentioned that they know where we live, and that there’s girls and a kid living there too. And you threaten our stupid little team family, you are toast.

Got it! But aw, man. That means I can’t just yank out a sword and start swinging.

I guess it’s fine, though, because we laid them out flat.

I’m delighted by the fact that we just left them everywhere.

We head home after telling them to not fuck with us anymore, and head to Akihiko’s room, where he admits that he’s made a decision about Nyx. He wants to fight, no matter what the outcome is.

That’s in line with Yukari and Mitsuru, who also want to fight. Very proud of my team here.

Now we’re off to spend some time with Kamiki, because Maya isn’t ready to rank up again. Kamiki makes me uncomfortable, but that’s a me thing, not a Minato thing, so we’re off to listen to him talk about the story he’s writing. The one that probably is not good for children, but is good catharsis for him.

The one about the pink alligator, shunned by others, who makes friends with a bird.

Today he picks up where he left off and tells us about how the pink alligator has a friend now, but still can’t hunt because of his color. So he’s getting more and more hungry. And then he accidentally eats the bird. And the bird dies. So he decides to just starve.

Dude. WARN someone before you just drop a story like that on them. He asks what we think, and dude, that’s fucking dark.

My guy, holy shit. I believe in your writing, but maybe tone it down just a smidge. I forget if he wanted this to be a picture book or what, but if so, you’re gonna traumatize the kiddos.

Fucking hell. Let’s go take exams.

Oh god I had to guess on that one but I got it!

And then missed the Roman mythology one. Who even am I.

And my academics are STILL not maxed despite all the study sessions!

To take my mind off of my shit academics, we’re gonna go hang out with Junpei.

You already apologized, but this is nice of you. And.. it’s okay.

Junpei admits that he was scared and angry and unjustifiably took his anger out on Minato.

If you say “Ryoji” I’m gonna leave.

But no, he means himself. He talks about how when he was visiting Chidori in the hospital, he accidentally brushed off her question about his future plans, and upset her. Seeing all of SEES apparently just talking about the potential death of everything like it was just another mission made him realize how scared Chidori must have been, and how bad it felt to have someone not notice that.

But he gets now that we’re all scared, we’re just dealing with it different ways. And says that while Minato has always made decisions for the rest of the team, now he should make a decision for himself.

Even if the rest of SEES wants something else.

I love Junpei a whole lot. He’s actually so good, and anyone who says otherwise is wrong and I will fight them.

Time is passing faster than it feels like it should. But not as fast as November flew by.

Yeah. We’ll have a nice Christmas together.

...nevermind, I’m sending you, specifically, to Tartarus.

Because he loves humanity and me! Oh my god. In hindsight, a better punishment is BANNING you from Tartarus. No training until you stop being like this. X’’’’D

I do wonder what Christmas will have to offer, at least...

[laughingplant]

Personal Details

Well, since I'm going to use this to improve, I guess I need to be honest first with what I want to achieve and where I am at currently. As of right now, I am a woman in my early 20s who is 5'8/9 and I weigh about 165-170 give or take the week. It puts me at roughly 25.

According to the BMI classification:

Underweight: BMI less than 18.5

Normal weight: BMI 18.5 to 24.9

Overweight: BMI 25 to 29.9

Obesity: BMI 30 or greater

So I am right on that marker. My goal is to be at a body marker around 20 since it would be a nice in-between for it. That would mean I'd need to be 140 Lbs instead which is roughly a 30-25 pound weight removal.

I do feel like this is achievable, especially for my young age. If I develop good, healthy habits now, it would be a lot better than waiting until later.

At the moment, I don't really own a lot of workout gear beyond a treadmill, (which I love tbh. I wish I could've taken it with me to college but I was on the 3rd floor and didn't want to bother anyone below me.) which I will use as a key component of it all. So with that, I can use it as a main starting base and maybe do 30-minute treadmill and 30-minute arm workouts? Just food for thought. I have a playlist I used to use constantly when I was younger that I'll use again. GPT also gave me these things to focus on largely:

Hydration: Keep a water bottle or thermos with tea nearby to ensure you drink throughout the day. Aim for 16 cups (1 gallon) of fluid daily.

Variety: Mix up your workouts. Incorporate different types of exercise such as dancing, swimming, or cycling to keep things interesting.

Mindfulness: Practice mindfulness or meditation for at least 5-10 minutes daily to help manage stress and maintain mental health.

Sleep: Ensure you get at least 7-8 hours of sleep every night. Create a relaxing bedtime routine to improve sleep quality.

Flexibility: Allow some flexibility in your schedule. It's okay to switch things up if needed. The key is consistency over time, not perfection every day.

Journaling: Use your journal to reflect on your progress, jot down creative ideas, and note any challenges or achievements.

Pretty basic ideas, but some of them are new, which I think I'll enjoy. I'll probably drink mostly tea for my daily fluids since I've grown to appreciate the stuff a lot since college. I don't add anything except sometimes lemon crystals so it is a healthy alternative.

This is the rough concept of my plan, the following being the more detailed routine by day and times:

Weekly Schedule

General Daily Routine

Wake-up Time: 6:00 AM

Bedtime: 10:00 PM

Monday

Morning

6:00 AM: Wake up, wash face, brush teeth

6:15 AM: Morning stretch/yoga (15 mins)

6:30 AM: Breakfast (smoothie) and plan the day

7:00 AM: Reading (30 mins)

7:30 AM: Creative project (art/writing)

Midday

9:00 AM: 30-minute brisk walk or treadmill workout

9:30 AM: Shower and get ready for the day

10:00 AM: Work on creative projects

12:00 PM: Lunch

Afternoon

1:00 PM: Offline time outdoor activity or hobby

2:00 PM: Work on creative projects

4:00 PM: Hydration break (tea/water) and light snack

Evening

5:00 PM: Workout (strength training or cardio)

6:00 PM: Dinner 

7:00 PM: Free time (read, watch a show, etc.)

8:00 PM: Journal your day and plan for tomorrow

8:30 PM: Relaxation (meditation, light reading)

9:30 PM: Evening routine (brush teeth, wash face, apply lotion)

Tuesday

Morning

6:00 AM: Wake up, wash face, brush teeth

6:15 AM: Morning walk (15 mins)

6:30 AM: Breakfast (smoothie) and plan the day

7:00 AM: Reading (30 mins)

7:30 AM: Creative project (art/writing)

Midday

9:00 AM: 30-minute brisk walk or treadmill workout

9:30 AM: Shower and get ready for the day

10:00 AM: Work on creative projects

12:00 PM: Lunch (Grilled Chicken Salad)

Afternoon

1:00 PM: Offline time – visit a local park or nature walk

2:00 PM: Work on creative projects

4:00 PM: Hydration break (tea/water) and light snack

Evening

5:00 PM: Workout (strength training or cardio)

6:00 PM: Dinner

7:00 PM: Free time (read, watch a show, etc.)

8:00 PM: Journal your day and plan for tomorrow

8:30 PM: Relaxation (meditation, light reading)

9:30 PM: Evening routine (brush teeth, wash face, apply lotion)

Wednesday

Morning

6:00 AM: Wake up, wash face, brush teeth

6:15 AM: Morning stretch/yoga (15 mins)

6:30 AM: Breakfast (smoothie) and plan the day

7:00 AM: Reading (30 mins)

7:30 AM: Creative project (art/writing)

Midday

9:00 AM: 30-minute brisk walk or treadmill workout

9:30 AM: Shower and get ready for the day

10:00 AM: Work on creative projects

12:00 PM: Lunch

Afternoon

1:00 PM: Offline time – visit a local museum or library

2:00 PM: Work on creative projects

4:00 PM: Hydration break (tea/water) and light snack

Evening

5:00 PM: Workout (strength training or cardio)

6:00 PM: Dinner

7:00 PM: Free time (read, watch a show, etc.)

8:00 PM: Journal your day and plan for tomorrow

8:30 PM: Relaxation (meditation, light reading)

9:30 PM: Evening routine (brush teeth, wash face, apply lotion)

Thursday

Morning

6:00 AM: Wake up, wash face, brush teeth

6:15 AM: Morning walk (15 mins)

6:30 AM: Breakfast (smoothie) and plan the day

7:00 AM: Reading (30 mins)

7:30 AM: Creative project (art/writing)

Midday

9:00 AM: 30-minute brisk walk or treadmill workout

9:30 AM: Shower and get ready for the day

10:00 AM: Work on creative projects

12:00 PM: Lunch

Afternoon

1:00 PM: Offline time - sketching

2:00 PM: Work on creative projects

4:00 PM: Hydration break (tea/water) and light snack

Evening

5:00 PM: Workout (strength training or cardio)

6:00 PM: Dinner

7:00 PM: Free time (read, watch a show, etc.)

8:00 PM: Journal your day and plan for tomorrow

8:30 PM: Relaxation (meditation, light reading)

9:30 PM: Evening routine (brush teeth, wash face, apply lotion)

Friday

Morning

6:00 AM: Wake up, wash face, brush teeth

6:15 AM: Morning stretch/yoga (15 mins)

6:30 AM: Breakfast (smoothie) and plan the day

7:00 AM: Reading (30 mins)

7:30 AM: Creative project (art/writing)

Midday

9:00 AM: 30-minute brisk walk or treadmill workout

9:30 AM: Shower and get ready for the day

10:00 AM: Work on creative projects

12:00 PM: Lunch

Afternoon

1:00 PM: Offline time

2:00 PM: Work on creative projects

4:00 PM: Hydration break (tea/water) and light snack

Evening

5:00 PM: Workout (strength training or cardio)

6:00 PM: Dinner

7:00 PM: Free time (read, watch a show, etc.)

8:00 PM: Journal your day and plan for tomorrow

8:30 PM: Relaxation (meditation, light reading)

9:30 PM: Evening routine (brush teeth, wash face, apply lotion)

Saturday

Morning

6:00 AM: Wake up, wash face, brush teeth

6:15 AM: Morning walk (15 mins)

6:30 AM: Breakfast (smoothie) and plan the day

7:00 AM: Reading (30 mins)

7:30 AM: Creative project (art/writing)

Midday

9:00 AM: 30-minute brisk walk or treadmill workout

9:30 AM: Shower and get ready for the day

10:00 AM: Work on creative projects

12:00 PM: Lunch

Afternoon

1:00 PM: Offline time

2:00 PM: Work on creative projects

4:00 PM: Hydration break (tea/water) and light snack

Evening

5:00 PM: Workout (strength training or cardio)

6:00 PM: Dinner

7:00 PM: Free time (read, watch a show, etc.)

8:00 PM: Journal your day and plan for tomorrow

8:30 PM: Relaxation (meditation, light reading)

9:30 PM: Evening routine (brush teeth, wash face, apply lotion)

Sunday

Morning

6:00 AM: Wake up, wash face, brush teeth

6:15 AM: Morning stretch/yoga (15 mins)

6:30 AM: Breakfast (smoothie) and plan the day

7:00 AM: Reading (30 mins)

7:30 AM: Creative project (art/writing)

Midday

9:00 AM: 30-minute brisk walk or treadmill workout

9:30 AM: Shower and get ready for the day

10:00 AM: Work on creative projects

12:00 PM: Lunch (Quinoa-Stuffed Bell Peppers)

Afternoon

1:00 PM: Offline time relax and unwind (self-care, hobbies)

2:00 PM: Work on creative projects

4:00 PM: Hydration break (tea/water) and light snack

1:00 PM: Offline time relax and unwind (self-care, hobbies)

2:00 PM: Work on creative projects

4:00 PM: Hydration break (tea/water) and light snack

Evening

5:00 PM: Workout (strength training or cardio)

6:00 PM: Dinner

7:00 PM: Free time (read, watch a show, etc.)

8:00 PM: Journal your day and plan for tomorrow

8:30 PM: Relaxation (meditation, light reading)

9:30 PM: Evening routine (brush teeth, wash face, apply lotion)

It's not perfect, but it's a start. I tried to make it flexible, productive, and include things that I can sometimes forget on my worse days.

I want to read more, to draw more, to write more, I have so much I want to do, but it overwhelms me and makes me unproductive. It's devastating for my mental health, sometimes because all I want to do is be creative but then I fall down a rabbit hole of magnet fishing or scambaiting on YouTube and next thing I know, the day is gone! Hopefully, things will only look up from here, lol.

[adoringhaikyuu]

hello!! i have a bit of a request! could i get oikawa bokuto and kuroo w a s/o who absolutely loves to cook and bake and does so a lot, but always always always shares the food they make? n they kinda slowed down in making food bc ppl arent accepting or wanting the food they make and its making them really down :(

ive been having this issue w my roommates bc i always cook for them w lots of love and they never eat what i make and its,, draining on me,,,,

but yea!! i just want oikawa bokuto n kuroo to make me feel a lil better :( thank u so so so much!!!! i love ur blog n ur writing so much 🖤

THEY AREN'T EATING YOUR FOOD SO YOU STOP COOKING FOR THEM

CHARACTERS: bokuto + kuroo + oikawa + (gn!reader)

WARNINGS: none

NOTES: i hope everything is ok and if not i hope it gets better!! <3 + i tried to make these a little happier ! they all take place over a week + i tried a new format with this we'll see if i stick w it sfkjhg

bokuto:

bokuto honestly didn't not want to eat your food

it's just that he had to go on a new diet for the upcoming season, his trainer and nutritionist told him to try it out to see how it works with him

and the things you cooked and baked were on the no eating list

he just loved when you made food for him, it tasted amazing and he could feel the love you put into it

he was planning on waiting the diet out and stockpiling all the food you made for afterwards as a treat

but he may or may not have failed to tell you that

so when you noticed he wasn't eating the food you left for him when he came home late after practice, you were disheartened and not to be dramatic, but heartbroken as well

deciding not to waste anymore, you simply stopped

turns out, the diet wasn't really working with bokuto, his nutritionist decided it was unecessary since he was getting the same results when he wasn't on it––thanks to his genetics, metabolism and workout routine. if anything he was glad, he was beyond excited to come home and finally eat your cooking again.

he practically ran home with a skip in his step, shouting out cheerfully as soon as he stepped past the front door. "baby i'm home!" he put his things down and took his shoes off, before gliding in front of the fridge to open it. "what's for dinner?––" he trailed off when he noticed there was nothing cooking, maybe you were starting later? he looked through the shelves in the fridge, looking for something to snack on in the mean time and gasped abruptly when he couldn't find the containers of food he'd been saving over the past week.

he closed the doors and frantically looked around the kitchen, opening random cupboards that couldn't possibly keep any refrigerated food fresh.

you walked in to find him searching around like a madman and you paused. "kou? what's wrong?"

he looked up at the sound of your voice and ran over to you, placing his hands on your waist. he kissed your forehead to say hello, despite the pout on his face and the clearly pressing matter on his mind. "hi baby doll. i was looking for all the food that was in the fridge, did you move them?"

you paused, "well i––i threw them out?"

his eyes almost bulged out of his head, "what?! why??"

you were confused by his sudden outburst, it's not like he was eating any of it. "i mean you weren't eating, kou...it's been a week since you've stopped eating my food, i just didn't see the point in keeping it all in there...that's also why i'm not making dinner right now."

he stared at you, shocked and disappointed in himself, he had no idea you were feeling this upset. "oh my god...did i forget to tell you?" your brows furrowed curiously but he simply pulled you into his arms for a tight hug. "i'm so sorry bub––they wanted me to try out this new diet, that's why i wasn't eating! i didn't mean to make you upset! i was even planning on eating all of the dinners i missed afterwards...but the diet wasn't for me so i can go back to eating normally now!"

you pulled back slightly to look at him, not knowing what to say. "oh..."

he gave you a sad smile, "yeah," he brought a hand up to hold your cheek, "you know i love your food––it honestly hurt my heart when they told me i couldn't eat it!"

you cracked a smile and he gave you one right back, "i'm serious!"

you sighed happily, "okay...so i guess i should start making dinner then?––"

he was pulling you over to the fridge before you could finish your sentence, "absolutely! and i'm helping!"

you laughed and started getting the ingredients together, "how about i make your favorite tonight?"

he nodded like a child excited for ice cream and kissed you on the cheek. he wasn't really a chef himself, that's why he left it to you––he didn't want to burn down the kitchen. so he'd mostly be staying by your side, maybe handing you things or mixing things, but you enjoyed his company nonetheless.

you had started seasoning the food when he slid his arms around you from behind, leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder. "hey baby?" you hummed in response and his hold on you tightened a bit. "would you...mind making my favorite dessert tonight too? i've been craving it for a while now..."

you smiled to yourself and nodded, "i'd love to."

he squeezed you and kissed your cheek loudly, "yes! thank you i love you so much!–"

kuroo:

almost every day you sent kuroo off to work with a baked good you made him

he loved them and you loved making them so it was a win-win

you'd put them in a little container with a cute note

and though he knew what to expect each time, they never failed to brighten his day

but earlier this week you stopped by kuroo's office to drop off the treat he'd forgotten to take with him today in his rush out the door

he was in a meeting so his assistant let you into his office

and you felt an ache in your chest when you noticed four of the treats you'd given him this past week all on his desk, unopened

that day, you went back home with all the uneaten sweets and unshed tears aching to fall from your eyes

did he just take them to please you? did he not really want them this whole time? was he just trying to be a good husband?

all these questions flooded your mind, only confusing and hurting you further

but one thing was for certain, you'd stop baking them for him

it didn't make sense for you to if you knew it'd be going to waste

kuroo was beyond done with his day and it wasn't even halfway over. he sighed, loosening his tie as he shut the door to his office, drained from the two hour meeting he'd been in.

thankfully, he had no more meetings today so he could sit and relax while he worked in his office. he sat down at his desk and shut his eyes for a moment, needing to calm down and regenerate himself. he reached over to his left blindly, knowing he'd left the treats you baked him there––things had been getting so hectic lately, he barely had time to eat them, but he was saving them for when he did have the time.

his hand smacked down on the desk three times as he tried to reach for the containers before he finally opened his eyes. his brows furrowed slightly, "what the..." he looked around the desk, opening the drawers and everything before giving up and calling his assistant in.

she knocked on the door and he signaled for her to come in.

"yes sir?"

"hi, do you know where the sweets i had on my desk are? i thought i left them here."

his assistant thought for a moment before perking up, "oh i believe your partner came and collected them while you were in your meeting, sir."

he frowned, "y/n was here? why didn't you tell me?"

"they asked me not to disturb you."

kuroo nodded, "oh alright...well, thank you, that'll be all."

he immediately pulled his personal phone out and called your number, you must have been back home by now.

you saw his name pop up on your screen as you were about to throw out the baked goods and hesitated for a good while before sighing and picking up. "yes?"

you could practically hear the smirk on his face as he spoke through the phone.

kuroo leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling as he spoke. "you stole my sweets from me? where'd you hide them? or did you eat them?"

he didn't even feel bad that he'd just left them there?––"well you clearly weren't eating them kuroo," the smirk dropped from his face and he sat up, alert. woah––kuroo? why did you sound upset? "they were just sitting on your desk––anyway, i was about to throw them out."

"woah, what?? why would you do that?!"

he was speaking to you but you honestly weren't listening, too annoyed and too hurt to pay attention. "look if you didn't like them, you could have just told me so i wouldn't have to waste hours every day busting my ass to make them for you––were you just throwing them out this whole time, is that it?––"

he shook his head with each word you uttered before realizing you couldn't see him, he was just in complete shock. "what? no no, kitten listen to me, hey listen, okay?" you paused, mostly to catch your breath, but he took that opportunity to speak up. "i love when you bake for me, everything you make tastes amazing. i love eating the sweets you make when i'm at work because they remind me of you and of how much you love me––this week's just been a complete pain in my ass and i haven't had the time to sit down, eat and enjoy your treats, i love them and you too much to just scarf them down in a minute. i need to savor them, you know?" despite the adrenaline running in your body, you cracked a smile. "i finally had some time to myself and i was gonna eat them just now when i realized they were missing so i called you..."

he trailed off and you took that as your cue to speak up. "oh..."

you could hear his smirk again, "yeah, oh."

"so i...maybe...overreacted a bit."

he chuckled, the sound warm even through the phone. "no kitten you didn't, i get why you were upset––but, you should have asked me about it first."

you sighed, "yeah, yeah..." you looked at the open containers in front of you, only now noticing the notes you put in them were gone––he must have taken them out to read them even though he didn't have time to eat––"wait a minute, if you haven't had time to eat..." you could hear him clear his throat awkwardly, "kuroo you haven't been eating lunch?!"

he laughed awkwardly, "um, i mean, i eat after work––"

"that's not the same!" you rolled your eyes, "i'm coming back over there and i'm bringing you lunch and you're going to eat it, understand?"

he poked his tongue to the side of his cheek. "okay, kitten."

you sighed, "you're lucky i love you."

he leaned back in his chair again, "oh could you bring one of the––"

you cut him off, putting one of the already closed containers back in your bag. "already on it."

he grinned, "god, i love you."

oikawa:

oikawa loves your cooking

and normally he scrambles home after practice to eat it

but this past week training was grueling and tiring, so by the time he came out every day, he was drained mentally and physically

and he was starving

he couldn't wait any longer as soon as he stepped foot out of the gym

so he went to the nearest takeout place, bodega, whatever to get something to eat quickly,, for the whole week

he thought nothing of it

but when he came home every night for a week straight saying he'd already eaten when you tried to offer him the food you spent hours making?

it hurt, a lot

so you decided you'd stop cooking

oikawa was aching to go home––he was exhausted and all he thought about to get him through the day was you, your cooking and your cuddles. he needed all three immediately. when his coach said they were all free to go home, he could almost feel a weight lifting off his shoulders.

he sighed loudly as he stepped into your home, peeling his sneakers off and setting his things aside. he padded into the house, going straight to the kitchen and frowned when you were nowhere in sight. he'd come home a bit early today, around the time you were usually making dinner.

he looked around and walked to the living room, smiling to himself when he found you sitting on the couch, looking for something to watch on tv.

you smiled up at him and greeted him, the sound of your voice making him feel warm inside. "hi baby, how was your day?"

he huffed and slid onto the couch, lying down so his head was in your lap. "don't even talk to me about the day i've had––i was thinking about you the whole time." he took your hand in his and brought it up to his lips to give it a soft kiss. "you got me through it."

he placed one of your hands on his cheek and the other in his hair, mumbling a thank you when you started playing with the slightly damp mess on his head. "mm that feels good baby." he closed his eyes and sighed contently, settling in comfortably to your touch.

after a few moments, he spoke up softly, trying his best not to fall asleep. "what's for dinner?"

"um i'm not sure," your eyes were focused back on the tv as you thought for a moment. "what do you wanna order?"

he paused and cracked one eye open, opening the other when he realized you weren't joking. "wha––order?"

you looked down at him and nodded hesitantly, "yeah? like takeout?"

he sat up abruptly and turned to face you, "what? why?"

you paused this time, unsure of how to respond. "well...every night for the past week you haven't been eating my food. i think it's fair for me to assume you don't want my food anymore."

he felt a piece of himself break on the inside, "oh angel..." he grabbed your hands, "no no––i love your food, you know that––i've just been so tired this week, i couldn't even wait to get home to eat, so i stopped by the nearest places with the boys." he scooted closer to you. "i'm so sorry i made you feel like i didn't appreciate what you do for me––i promise from now on i'll drag myself on my hands and knees if i have to to come home to you and eat––"

you laughed and shook your head, "tooru there's no need for that––"

he cut you off, almost offended. "of course there is! i hurt your feelings baby, i never want to do that again!"

you smiled and pulled him in for a sweet kiss that he quickly melted into. you pulled away to look at him earnestly. "it's okay babe. just...maybe tell me next time? i was just worried you were tired of my food, that's all."

he pulled you into his lap and held you tight. "i could never and will never be tired of anything you do for me, i promise." he kissed your cheek. "though it is my fault, i did miss your cooking this week––but if you're not in the mood to make anything i understand and we can still order––"

you shook your head, "i'll make your favorite, okay?"

he pulled you in for another kiss, "i really don't deserve you."