#lololol his little mischievous face

[finngualart]

some gandy's i sketched this morning

[mills-73]

Ok first off I love love love your writings like it just hit the g-spot u know LOLOLOL

ANyway I wanna request you for a Ford x Reader fic where the reader sneaks under his desk as he’s writing / reading smth and gives him the gawk gawk 3000. Absolutely devouring him and Ford just losing it slowly like his hand writing slowly losing it’s curves / getting harder to focus on the paragraph 😋

Thank you so much for this hehehe

i got ya

Ward Willing

Ford has a tendency to overwork himself some nights. You’ve been horny bored all night and he’s been down in his lab, so you do the only thing you can think of to get his attention.

Stanford Pines x reader

TAGS: 18+!! MDNI, smut, blowjobs, gender-neutral reader

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Ford Pines is probably one of the most hardest working men you know.

He’s always cooped up in that damn lab of his, day or night, and it’s never really bothered you up until recently. He’d always come to bed a decent time—and if he was feeling up to it, he’d take care of you. Lately, he’s been working late into the night, and sometimes you didn’t have the energy to wait up for him.

Tonight, however, you need him. But he’s still working.

You toss and turn in the bed, slipping your hand down between your thighs to try and get yourself off, but it doesn’t work. You want him, right here, right now.

You groan into your pillow, looking up at the door with an idea a minute later. You smirk to yourself, crawling out of bed and hurry to the vending machine, punching in the code.

Ford doesn’t notice that you’re standing at the doorway, completely engrossed in writing. He started a new journal after the summer was over and he’s determined to fill it with all kinds of fascinating research. Usually, you’d be curious, but right now all you can see is him, those fingers, that wonderful thing between his thighs…

His hair is messy, glasses slipping down the slope of his nose, and his fingers impatiently tap at the table. His pen is stuck between his lips, lightly chewing on the end of it. (You don’t know how many pens he’s ruined since you’ve met him, but you know it’s a lot).

You walk up behind him, hands reaching out to rest in his shoulders. He jumps slightly, but slouches into your touch when he hears your voice. “Stressed, baby?”

He moans lazily in response but continues to write. You dig your thumbs into his shoulder blades, applying a small amount of pressure, just enough to see him falter a little, but his attention is still strictly on his task.

You roll your eyes, stepping around to the side of him. “Are you coming to bed soon?” You note the amount of coffee cups pushed out of his way. He had a weird thing about reusing cups, which resulted in his desktop having multiple ones scattered about at all times.

Ford gives you a nod but you know he’s running on autopilot right now.

Your gaze falls to his lap, then to the space under the desk, a mischievous smile slowly spreading across your face.

Dropping down to your knees, you quickly crawl underneath his desk, settling between his thighs. You push them open a little so you can be a bit more comfortable, your hands coming up to rub him.

“W-What are you doing?” Ford breathes, rolling back in the chair. His eyes are wide and his face is flushed.

You flash him your teeth, your fingers deftly playing with the zipper of his jeans. “Go back to writing, Ford,” you whisper.

“What? No. You know I can’t focus when you’re touching me like that.”

The bulge in his jeans is already becoming more apparent by the second, your stomaching fluttering in anticipation. While you’re able, you unbutton his jeans, dragging them down his hips with a little help from him and letting them pool around his ankles, his underwear following suit.

Your mouth waters at the sight of him. He’s not entirely big length wise, but he’s thick, which makes up for the lack of a few inches. The tip is a shade of pink that matches his lips perfectly, and you lean forward to press a delicate kiss to it. He shutters from above.

“I don’t care. Go back to your work.”

He gives you a curious look, but does as you say. You hear him click his pen a couple times, the soft sound of ink meeting paper, and you giggle softly.

You poke your tongue out again, licking a long stride from base to tip. His thighs tense at the friction, but settle again. Your mouth wraps tenderly around the pink skin, the salty taste of precum exploding over your tongue. You moan quietly, the vibrations causing him to drop his pen for a quick second.

His breathing becomes audible, the sound of a soft whimper reaching your ears. You grin around his cock and sink lower, taking more and more until your nose is pressing against his navel. You hold your position there for a moment, popping off with a small gasp.

From above, Ford hasn’t been able to write more than three words.

You grin, wrapping your hand around the base as your mouth wraps around him again. You bob your head slowly, running your tongue against the underside of his cock in ways you know drive him crazy.

His leg twitches, hand reaching below the desk to burry it in your hair. He plays with the strands, pushing your head down slightly, silently begging for more. You can’t help but keen in response to his touch, obliging the request.

You flatten your tongue against the frenulum, curling it just enough to draw another whimper from the man above. Your ego blooms, prideful as you continue your ministrations.

Ford groans. “Doll, I-I can’t—” he cuts off with a moan when you suckle at the tip.

You lean back a little, gathering all the spit in your mouth and slowly letting it fall out of your mouth over Ford’s cock, the substance rolling over the tip and down his length. Your hand pumps him once, twice, a third time before you swallow him to the back of your throat.

He rolls his hips upward, causing you to gag at how deep he is. His fingers tangle in your hair, grabbing at your head and pulling up and down.

“I’m—fuck, dollface,” he groans.

You hear the sound of his pen falling, his journal snapping shut, before he leans back in his chair, eyeing you from your position. His eyes are glossy, glasses crookedly hanging on his face, and his cheeks a beautiful shade of cherry. He always looks so fucking sexy when he’s needy for you.

“I need more, baby. Please give me more.”

You nod weakly, your jaw slack as you bob your head. Spit dribbles down your chin, another moan muffled by the intrusion in your mouth.

It’s quite obscene, really. But you enjoy it nonetheless.

His quiet whimpers turn into rough moans, waves of iron-hot pleasure dripping down your spine as you work your mouth over the sensitive flesh, your own sounds a little garbled by the sheer amout of spit building under your tongue.

You flick the tip of the flesh, your teeth grazing softly against the underside, adoring the way Ford shivers beneath you. It’s vulgar; you enjoy it a bit too much, your own arousal causing you to lose yourself in the blissfulness of it all.

You pop off with a throaty moan, a string of spit connecting your bottom lip to the tip of his cock. You meet his hungry gaze for a moment, smiling sweetly at him.

“I want you to start coming to bed at a decent time. Or I’ll be down here every night to interrupt your work,” you say, lazily stroking his cock.

He huffs a laugh. “Don’t tempt me with a good time, doll.”

You roll your eyes at him, slipping him back into your mouth. This time you pick up your pace, jerking him off in tandem of your tongue rolling all over. He preens at the friction, his head lolling back on his chair, mouth parted to allow a plethora of whimpers and moans to escape the back of his throat.

His chest heaves, all six of his fingers grabbing at your hair. “Fuck, fuck. I’m gonna cum, doll. Please don’t stop.”

At his confession, you go harder, slurping and sucking, his grip teetering on the edge of blatantly painful. He catches your eyes again, the sight alone making him explode in your mouth, whimpering softly.

The taste of his cum is salty yet sweet and you swallow it all, a generous smile on your face as you pop your lips off the sensitive tip. He shutters, moving his hand from his hair to the side of your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.

“That was amazing, baby. Your mouth never ceases to impress me.”

You blush. “Thank you…”

You slide out from underneath the desk, the man fixing his pants before standing up as well. In a quick motion, he has you pinned against the edge of the wood, his mouth on yours, devouring you whole. You whimper into his mouth.

“Now,” he nips at your bottom lip, “your turn.”

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hope you enjoyed, ty for reading!!

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

to the moon and back ♡

in which : shoto finds out that space smells like seared steak and that footsteps on the moon last forever.

this is based on an oc so reader knows a lot of space facts lololol, fem reader, space nerd reader, shoto likes listening, shoto is hopelessly in love with reader n vice versa, mushy feelings yucky, kissing, shotos a lil awkward but he tries, shoto n reader r third years might be a lil ooc, lemme know if u missed sum else ! <3 (p.s. might change the image)

"did you know that footsteps on the moon last forever ?"

shoto todoroki is laying outside on the grass stargazing with you after curfew. usually he wouldn’t imagine doing this in his free time, but you’d flashed him your cutest, almost mischievous ‘let’s go do something bad’ grin, and he couldn’t even think about refusing.

so now he’s laying here on the grass next to you.

“oh wow, really ?”

you hum in response “ because there’s no wind or water erosion on the moon,” you explain “ so if you were to walk on it, the footprints would probably be there for millions of years.”

he nods. he likes when you go off on tangents about little space facts you know because they could be quite interesting, but also because he gets to hear you speak and he likes that. he could listen to you talking about paint drying for hours on end, but he thinks it’s even more enjoyable when you talk about something you’re passionate about.

he wishes he could sound more interested, because he really is. he wishes his voice could project like kirishima’s or bakugou’s. that he could sound as excited and cheerful as midoriya sometimes. but you don’t seem to mind. shoto doesn’t want you to feel like you’re talking to a wall so he continues.

“i didn’t know that.” yikes. not his best line, but he’s trying.

“now you do.” you respond easily. you don’t sound annoyed or offended by his lack of response, content to do most of the talking between you two.

shoto finds he can’t keep conversations flowing very well, not like you do. and when he does try to even he knows how awkward it can come across. he doesn’t force himself with you because it’s polite or the right thing to do, shoto wants to hear more facts, he likes them. and he likes you.

so it’s a little broken and choppy, talking with him alone like this, but you don’t mind and you keep talking. and shoto delights in listening to you.

“and apparently, space smells like seared steak.”

that has him raising a brow, he turns his head to you and you look back. a smile creeps onto your face and shoto could look at you like this for hours. it’s like you’re glowing, the stars could try as hard as they could, but they could never compare to you and the bright shine in your eyes.

“really ?”

“yeah.”

“how ?”

you beam, shoto knowing you’re about to go on one of your nerdy tangents, as you call them, feels himself smile back softly.

“i don’t really know,” you start “ but astronauts have reported that, apparently, space has a very distinct smell.”

“and that smell is the smell of seared steak ?” shoto asks skeptically.

“yup ! or hot metal, but i like the steak better.” you giggle. shoto smiles at you. he hopes you keep talking the whole night, even if, realistically, you’d have to leave soon if you wanted to be spared of mr aizawa’s lecture. but he’s not worried about getting in trouble right now. he’s not worried about much when he’s with you.

shoto has trouble keeping conversations flowing, but when he’s invested things come out more naturally for him. he couldn’t be more grateful when a thought pops into his mind “you sure know a lot about space.”

“s’cus i wanted to be an astronaut when i was a kid.” his eyes widen. “really ?”

“yeah, somewhere along the line i remember wanting to go to space."

“i thought you wanted to be a hero since you were a kid” he recalls you telling him that in passing one time. he never imagined being one for sentimental conversations but he seems to have a lot of thoughts when he’s with you. he doesn’t know why he does, but you manage to squeeze them out of him regardless.

“what’s wrong with having a side gig ?” you chuckle. shoto huffs out a light laugh at your joke, his eyes softening.

“what about you,” you turn onto your side to fully look at him. your eyes shine bright, they’re soft gazing at him, and shoto can’t help but want to kiss you. he does the same and lays on his side. “did you wanna be something other than a hero, shoto ?”

he likes it when you say his name, he likes hearing you. things always get a bit more personal when you talk to him like that, and he can’t help getting sucked into you like you’re a black hole (that he found out, thanks to you, aren’t really black).

he thinks about your question, staring off “i think i wanted to be a gardener..” he admits shyly, looking at you again. your face brightens like no star ever could and shoto really wants to kiss you.

“yeah ?”

“yeah, somewhere along the line.” he sighs, mimicking your words

“that’s so cute. very like you.” you chirp, he feels embarrassment creep up on him, cheeks darkening the slightest bit.

“is it ?” he mumbles. you laugh and it makes him feel a bit better.

"yeah, in a way." you beam. it makes millions of little stars spark and crackle in his stomach. like the one's in the sky and the one's in your eyes and todoroki really wants to kiss you.

" can i kiss you ?" he asks bluntly, he doesn't see the point in beating around the bush but his heart beats hard against his ribcage either way. you haven't been dating for that long, becoming official only now in your third year, but you've been friends for years now. and you know he's not one to be shy about what he wants. he knows you do when you smile harder at him with a flustered giggle, and he knows he loves you.

"sure you can." you whisper shyly. he doesn't waste any more time after that, and leans in, propping himself up on his shoulder. he likes to just look at you, placing his hand against your cheek and brushing at your skin with his index finger. his eyes peer into yours softly, while your gaze darts away from him in embarrassment.

"shoto.." you mumble. he hums.

"you're staring.." you snicker breathlessly. he hums again, not denying your words.

"i can't help it. you're mesmerizing, i can't look away even if i wanted to." you know he's not being romantic on purpose to possibly try to woo you, you've known him long enough to know that he truly means what he's saying. and that has your whole body burning like the sun.

"i didn't see myself as mesmerizing." you can just barely hear your voice above the wind. but he's so close to you he can, and you can too when he speaks "but you are."

you shake your head "think that's you, handsome." you reach a hand up to rub at his cheek, your thumb running over the bottom of his scar and his eyes close in content. handsome, he likes it when you call him that. he likes it when you call him anything as long as you do it like that. despite losing himself in the feeling of you, he manages to shake his head.

"you are." he insists and you can't argue with him further when he presses his lips to yours. urgently yet so, so softly.

it makes you dizzy, he makes you dizzy. you have to grip at the back of his shirt to support yourself. he follows you, allowing you all of him to make sure you’re comfortable as he leans you back to lay on your back to kiss you longer, deeper. he sighs against your mouth. he reaches for your hands and you give them to him. he's soft, so soft with you and on you, but his grip on your hands is firm and you realize you're not the only one getting dizzy.

"i love you." he breathes against your lips, he dives back in to place a sweet peck against them "so much." your grip on his shoulder tightens because he makes you so dizzy. he makes you feel like you're floating around in space "i love you too." you sigh shakily.

he kisses you again, it's slow and sweet and it's just like him. he pulls away with a small smile and you know you love shoto todoroki so much. it makes your heart pound and you don't know what to say. but he seems to.

"do you still want to go to space ?" he asks, chest heaving slightly.

you're shocked "..what ?"

"would you still want to go ?" he asks. you try to search around on his face to see if he was kidding, but you don't see a single sign of mischief or amusement on his features.

"i don't know if i'd have the time." you joke, a small smile breaks on his face.

"but if you did." he urges, you hum at the hypothetical, playing around with his hair while he sighs happily.

"well, if i did.." you think "then yeah i probably would. maybe leave my footprint on the moon while i'm at it." you snort.

"then i'll take you." shoto smiles. and after a beat passes you can't help but laugh incredulously.

"you're—" you interrupt yourself with a watery laugh "you're gonna take me to space ?" you ask. he grins, and you don't see it much so it makes your heart stutter and your laughter gets caught in your throat.

"mhm." he answers, eyes brighter than the stars above you "i'll take you, and then you can leave your footprint on the moon."

shoto knows he can't actually take you. realistically, it'd be impossible. but he finds he doesn't care much about realistically's when he's with you.

you know it's probably impossible for him to actually take you to space, but you'll believe in theories and you'll believe in him when he looks at you like you'd hung up the moon and the stars in the sky.

"we'll leave our footprints on the moon." you correct. your boyfriend laughs softly to himself and he nods.

"alright."

"and then we'll go back in a million years to see if they're still there, deal ?"

"alright." he laughs again at your silly arrangement, and he leans down when you pull him in closer to you "deal." and you get a last giggle in before he presses his lips to yours again.

shoto has no doubt that even in a million years, the mark you've left on his heart will never dissapear.

bleeehh i never know how to end fics !! :P

[haik-choo]

karasuno boys as boyfriends

a/n: im just basically astral projecting myself into these situations; ALSO if you want more detailed ones, just ask, and you shall receive! (also this is my first post i’ve written on here! but if you want plenty of kpop content i’m @hyucksong where i’ve been writing and I am still active! :))

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[KARASUNO BOYS AS BOYFRIENDS HEADCANNONS]

-tsukishima, yamaguchi, hinata, kageyama, tanaka, nishinoya, sugawara, daichi, and asahi

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tsukishima kei.

the type to look you straight in your eyes when you ask for a hug and say “no, who do you think i am, your boyfriend?”

runs his hands through your hair from the front and then when his hand reaches the back of your head he pulls you into him and kisses you either on the forehead or the lips <3

in order to be in a relationship with him you HAVE to have the same type of humor.

i don’t think he could date someone who doesn’t make fun of people with him

you guys are like best friends who make fun of each other and. make out a little every once in a while

he’ll hold your hand and hug you in public but he will NEVER do anything else, especially not in front of the boys

he thinks the blush that ignites on your kissable cheeks should be for his eyes only

he gave you a keychain that had a cute little strawberry shortcake on it. and it’s your most prized possession 

will shoot a glare at anyone who watches you too closely. like no. don’t get googly eyed over MY girlfriend. 

and you don’t have a problem with that ;) 

yamaguchi tadashi.

he likes to watch you when you’re not looking to pick out the little habits you do

he thinks that knowing someone’s little hardly noticeable habits is one of the most intimate things on mother earth

he knows that you stir the milk in the bowl three times before you pour the cereal in to check for chunks because you accidentally drank spoiled milk when you were younger

NEVER has an issue getting you a gift for any occasion. he ALWAYS knows what you’re looking at and what you want and you lowkey think he can read your mind but in reality he just pays attention <3

you’re either just as shy as him to bring out his more assertive side or more assertive than he is to bring out his more timid side -- both are good

kisses you on the forehead and holds your hand in public -- he loves PDA because he can show you off :’)

yes. he kisses the back of your nape in public. so what. 

YES. HE CLOSES HIS EYES WHEN HE DOES IT AND ACCIDENTALLY INHALES YOUR SCENT AND WHISPERS IN YOUR EAR THAT YOU SMELL GOOD. IDC IF YOU THINK THAT’S CREEPY. IT’S CUTE. YES. HE GIVES YOU THAT LOOK THAT SAYS HE’S CRAZILY IN LOVE WITH YOU. SO WHAT.

kageyama tobio.

he probably fell in love with you because you were just as passionate about something else as he is about volleyball; music, drawing, writing, math, science, reading -- whatever

i see this relationship as being one that’s like...accelerated friends. like,,, you act like him and hinata except you kiss sometimes and he can see you at the end of the wedding aisle

DEFINITELY reads cosmopolitans once you start dating because he wants to be a good boyfriend for you <3

PDA is literally little to NONe,,, not because he doesn’t like it...it’s just because he doesn’t realize that he’s not showing you affection lololol

like in one arm he has his athletic duffel bag and the other he has a volleyball

he doesn’t mean to neglect you he just does AGAGAG

realized he liked you when he thought about you when he was drinking his milk and mindlessly bought you one too

the first time y’all kissed. he literally stared at you so intensely for a SOLID ten minutes debating in his head whether or not he should just go for it or wait or just smash his face into yours and hope your lips connect

he chose to cross his fingers and ended up smashing his forehead and nose into yours 

it was cute tho <3

hinata shoyo.

YALL HAVE DATES WHERE YOU BABYSIT HIS SISTER. WTF SO CUTE

when yall cuddle and you’re the little spoon he likes to put his head on your shoulder/between your neck and watch as you scroll through tiktok or instagram and just mindlessly talk about his day 

the type of boyfriend where neither of you can cook and you both confusedly look at recipes on google like: ????? wtf is the difference between brown sugar and regular sugar

it’s his INSTINCT to hold your hand. no matter what. his hand just...gravitates to yous.

AND HIS LIPS JUST FIND YOUR CHEEK??? like it’s so natural to him to kiss your cheek when he sees you, even in public. it’s so adorable i--

THE TYPE OF GUY TO WIPE OFF FOOD FROM THE CORNER OF YOUR MOUTH AND STILL EAT IT AND SAY “you taste good!~” AND NOT EVEN REALIZE WHAT HE SAID. BUT WHEN YOU DO IT TO HIM HE BLOWS A FUSE

he loves to tickle you. like you’ll be vibing, drinking whatever you drink in the morning and he’ll come up to you all casually and kiss you cheek...and then he’ll pounce 

he holds you close to his chest when he tickles you, partally because he likes feeling your laugh vibrate on his chest, and partially because it’s easier to not get tickled if he’s right behind you

his sister LOVes you and it just. makes him so happy

tanaka ryuunosuke.

you CANNOT remove his hand from your ass. it is permanently glued there. it is attached to you. yes, even in public.

number 1 hypeman! he will always support you, no matter what! you could be in a competition to raise the biggest beetle and he’ll be there rooting you on and staying up late with you as you rear your award-winning beetle

you two lay next to each other on the couch/on his bed and he’ll have his arm around you and you’ll lay your head on his chest as you watch netflix shows

YOU, NISHINOYA, AND TANAKA? UNSTOPPABLE TRIO. POWER TRIPLET. 

i don’t imagine him being shy when he first kisses you; the first time he kissed you, you were literally just. existing and he literally just...couldn’t hold it in...and he just went for it

literally CATAPULTS himself into you and kisses you senseless

yes you and saeko are besties she gives you ALL the tea about young tanaka

the type to take off his shirt more during practice if you’re there watching, and literally BURN red if you mention anything about his muscles

you once traced a vein in his arm and commented on how hot it was and he literally short-circuited 

kiss his biceps. kiss his abs. kiss his cheek. please. it’s all he wants. he’s touch-starved

nishinoya yuu.

SUCH an excited boyfriend

like he seriously gets so hype doing ANYTHING with you pleaSE give this man an award. you’ll be at the amusement park and the line to get into a ride will be three hours and he’ll be like

“I get to spend three hours with you?!! fucking sick! absolutely radical!” 

he’s bold in public, but only because he wants to rub you in his teammates faces, but his ears will be Red

at home, he’s calmer :) he just loves to spend time with you, even if you’re sitting on a bench watching him practice receives for five hours straight in the blazing sun. 

he just treasures your time so much, you treats you like a precious gem -- he will NEVER treat you wrong. deadass has no problem admitting when he’s wrong -- but if he thinks he’s right then he WILL stand his ground

he’s a passionate man, who loves just as passionately.

his favorite time to kiss you is after you’ve taken a sip of a soda because he likes the taste of the syrup and the burn of the carbonation, but most of all because he likes the taste of your lips in combination with all of them

NIPS AT YOUR EAR. DEADASS JUST LOOKS AT YOU BRUSH A PIECE OF HAIR BACK WHEN YOU’RE DOING HOMEWORK AND IS LIKE “free real estate” AND C H O MPS

the day nishinoya told everyone yall were dating, kiyoko stopped you in the hallway and deadass got on her knees and thanked you LITERALLY she was like “i’ll buy you anything. give the word and it’ll be yours.” 

sugawara koushi.

would kiss you on the first date. deadass. he’ll just drop you off at your doorstep and you’re still high on adrenaline, and you’re lowkey hoping he’ll kiss you and you get  little disappointed when he doesn’t and then when you least expect it. bam. his lips on yours

his smell oh god, he literally smells like fresh sugar cookies. it’s like as soon as you get anywhere near him his smell just invades you nose and. you’re powerless. you just wanna hug him

never smells bad. try me, bitch. NEVER.

his hugs are literally god’s gifts. he loves hugging you. he just completely envelopes you with his pretty setter arms and his smell takes up all the space in your head and nothing else exists for that moment, just you two

loves tucking your hair behind your ears or just moving it out of your face; doing homework and your bangs are in the way? not for long because he’ll clip them up for you <3

he’s pretty mischievous and will playfully put his hand next to your head and lean down with such a HOT look in his eyes 

and he’ll say some shit like “i wanna devour you” and then he’ll laugh afterwards and give you a kiss on the forehead and you’re standing there. like -.- o.o -.- o.o

whenever he feels insecure about his position on the team, you’re always there to comfort him and he’ll just lay between your legs and rest his face on your stomach as you comb your fingers through his hair and scroll through tiktok

PDA? yes please. uh huh. mhmm. he doesn’t care who sees his love for you he just wants to love on you baby. kisses you on the lips, no problemo

daichi sawamura.

you and suga are the only ones who can scare him when yall are mad lol

boyfriend where you’ve dated for like a year but it feel like 50 have already passed. in a good way!

this relationship is so ungodly domestic. like from the first day it’s just pure comfort and he’s like your rock and you’re his anchor

you two bicker a lot but it’s lighthearted and you just feel so secure with him that poking fun at him and at yourself is just natural

daichi. gives. god. hugs. he does. it’s fact. 

his arms are just so big and he has so much body warmth and he probably smells like some bullshit cologne like “smoldering woods” and it’s just so. daichi

you two spend the night at each other’s house so often it’s like you already live with each other and people always forget that you don’t lolol

totally sleeps with his shirt off and only with underwear. isn’t awkward about it either;  when he wakes up he puts on sweats but still remains topless (not that you’re complaining)

you two are like. the strict parental couple, when you walk together whether it be down the street or in the hallways, you just look so right for each other it’s. mind blowing

doesn’t mind kissing you a little in public but really thinks that stuff should be for private; so normally he just kisses your temple and always has an arm either around your shoulder or around your waist

WHEN THE TEAM SEES YOU KISS ON THE LIPS THEY GO “EW” EVEN SUGA AND ASAHI AFIEFHEWIF

asahi azumane.

literal fucking teddy bear. god please cuddle him. please kith him. please comb through his hair with your fingers and kiss his nape and kiss the back of his head. please i beg of you.

did NOT ask you out first. he wrote love letter to you and then waiting behind the gym because he thought being near the volleyball gym would give him some luck and them you got in front of him and he was. deer in the headlights

needless to say you asked him out and kissed his cheek. he DIED

even once yall are comfortable in the relationship he still needs reassurance every once in a while because he’s a little insecure, not that you’ll leave him for someone else, but that he’s not good enough

his PDA skill are. subpar. he usually just holds your hand and that’s it, but sometimes kisses the corner of your eye or nose and you just combust

OH RIOGEH TOTALLY DOES BUTTERFLY AND BUNNY KISSES. YES GOD YESSSSS

when yall cuddle he doesn’t like spooning. he likes to be able to see your face and the expressions you make, so doesn’t like being the little or big spoon; yall face each other and just lets your head lay on his arm even tho it’s numb. im: soft

kisses are so sweet, slow, and hesitant. he doesn’t really kiss you often because he has terrible timing but...when he does it’s like the whole world just becomes still in that moment and nothing matters but his hands on your waist and yours in his hair 

[ticklygiggles]

Ommmgg hiii I haven't interacted much but I have followed you for quite some time bestie and you keep slaying xoxoxoxoxo

As you've opened requests I would like to send one in, the fandom would be tian guang ci fu (hope I spelled that right-)

It's been a while since I've requested something for this fandom even though I absolutely love these idiots and Hua Cheng means quite a lot to me lol, being my first ever comfort character in hard times and NOW even being the inspiration for my non binary name, it's San btw, from San lang you know :>

ANYWAY- I kinda got off topic there hope you don't mind lolol, the request would be maybe something comforting with tkls focused on like the underarms? I've just been not doing that hot and it's my fav spot lololol

Thank you for reading my, perhaps too long but I don't care, ask :3 I appreciate you xoxoxoxo

Aaa thank you so much! I love HuaLian so so much 😭♥️ and I hope you enjoy this!

"Gege, are you asleep?"

His voice was barely a whisper, after all, he knew that Xie Lian was actually asleep, his breathing was still even and his eyes moved from side to side under his closed lids, probably dreaming.

Hua Cheng smiled tenderly. Xie Lian couldn't look more adorable right now. He was laying on his back, body naked under the soft sheet. His hair was messily sprawled all over the pillow and his cheeks were pink with the warmth of sleep.

If there was a beating heart inside Hua Cheng's chest, it might have exploded out of him at that moment. His fingers itched to touch his beloved, but he didn't want to interrupt his sleep, not when he looked so comfortable with one arm under the pillow and the other across his stomach.

He could let him sleep a little longer: five minutes, two hours, six days- as long as Xie Lian wanted, but Hua Cheng missed seeing Xie Lian's beautiful eyes and hearing his wonderful voice as soon as he opened his own eye, and even though he fought the urge, in the end he just couldn't help it and so, he gently dragged his fingertips up Xie Lian's side.

As expected, Xie Lian twitched slightly, his mouth curling into the tiniest of smiles, which could not be compared to the big grin on Hua Cheng's face. Oh, how much he loved how ticklish his lover was. It was definitely one of Xie Lian's many charms. Hua Cheng just couldn't get enough of that sweet laughter filling his ears.

Of course, he wouldn't tickle Xie Lian out of the blue when he was sleeping so comfortably, (at least not today), but he could still stir him up a awake a little, right?

"Gege," he mumbled, fingertips tracing the perfect curve of Xie Lian's waist, his warm skin covering in goosebumps. "Gege, it's time to wake up. Do you hear me?"

Xie Lian made a small noise, something between a hum and a small giggle as Hua Cheng's fingers found his ribs. He traced the bones softly, from the front and all the way to the back, each and everyone of them, causing Xie Lian to squirm slightly and flinch at every extra sensitive spot.

"S-Sahan Lang?" Hua Cheng retracted his hand immediately and he looked innocently at his gege. "What are you doing?" Xie Lian asked, bringing the hand over his stomach to rub at one of his eyes, trying to remove the cobweb of sleep.

"Nothing, Gege," Hua Cheng lied, his smile as mischievous as it could be. "I was just calling you."

Xie Lian hummed, his hand left his eyes to scratch as his tingly ribs. "Hmm, yes, I'll be up... Just a bit more... Yes...?" Before he could get an answer, he fell asleep again.

Hua Cheng looked at him relaxing into their bed again, his chest raising and falling slowly and his hand went into action again. He continued tracing Xie Lian's ribs, chuckling himself as he watched his lover twitch and squirm and even let out tiny giggles the more he moved upwards.

His arm threatened to pull back, but Hua Cheng gently, and quite discreetly, placed his other hand close to Xie Lian's arm as a kind of stopper so that he couldn't lower it. Xie Lian barely noticed.

"Gege," Hua Cheng mumbled, his fingers finally reaching Xie Lian's highest ribs, the one that was making him giggle a bit harder. "What's so funny, Gege?"

Xie Lian let out a giggly hum, arching his back and letting out a delighted squeal when Hua Cheng's fingers traced up his armpit. The touch was light, but Xie Lian was the most ticklish in that spot, so sweet giggles bloomed from his smiling lips, his eyes still closed, clinging to sleep just a little longer, but Hua Cheng thought that maybe that would be unlikely.

He chuckled, "Why are you giggling so much, Your Highness? Are you having good dreams?" He teased, his fingers gently drawing circles against Xie Lian's exposed armpit.

The smooth skin covered in goosebumps as Hua Cheng lightly tickled him there.

"Ahahaha! N-Nohohot thahat plahahace!" Xie Lian giggled brightly, his nose scrunching at the sensations, when Hua Cheng looked up at him, he found Xie Lian's bright eyes trying to focus on what was tickling him. Hua Cheng chuckled.

"Good morning, Gege."

"S-Sahahan Lahang! That- Thahahat-

"What's the matter? Does it tickle, gege?"

The word itself seemed to surprise Xie Lian and he quickly tried to protect his underarm, but Hua Cheng was faster and he gently held Xie Lian's arm in place as he started to scratch at the sensitive skin.

Xie Lian, now wide awake, threw his head back with loud giggles; his legs kicked softly and he weakly tried to pull at his trapped arms, but Hua Cheng knew that he was still lacking some strength after waking up and... Well, he knew that Xie Lian didn't actually minded the tickly attention.

"Your Highness, are you feeling ticklish so early in the morning?"

Xie Lian shook his head. "Nohohot tihihicklish!"

Hua Cheng giggled, as stubborn as always his precious gege, always wanting to rile him up, even if he denied it every time, but that was okay, Hua Cheng could tell what Xie Lian wanted just by looking at him and he'd be happy to provide... Not without being the mischievous Ghost King that he was.

"Eheheek! N-Nohoho! Not thahahat!" Sweet, bubbly and happy giggles filled the room when Hua Cheng cold fingers where replaced by his cold lips. He pressed tender butterfly kisses against the delicate skin and Xie Lian giggled, trying to cover his armpit with his free hand.

Thankfully, Hua Cheng had the upper hand right now, so he carefully caught Xie Lian's wrist and made it join the one under the pillow, gathering both in one of his hands.

Xie Lian squeaked in protest, but to Hua Cheng, he sounded more excited to have his arms pinned than desperate to free them.

"S-Sahahan Lahahang! Ihihit's too ehehearly!"

Hua Cheng chuckled, playfully nibbling at Xie Lian's armpit, making his giggles turn more frantic. "But Gege, I'm just trying to worship you! I don't understand why you're giggling so much!"

"Thihihis is nohohot- wahahait!" Xie Lian protested when Hua Cheng gently ran his fingertips against Xie Lian's other underarm.

The god arched his back slightly, but his arms stayed obediently over his head as Hua Cheng relished on more of that wonderful laugh: his lips pressing kiss after kiss and even some baby raspberries in one of his underarms as his fingers gently fluttered against the other.

Xie Lian's giggles, even though frantic, it was also soft, tender and light. His body, flinching and squirming just slightly, kept pressing against Hua Cheng's attention and Hua Cheng felt hundreds of his dangerous butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

"So giggly today, gege," he teased tenderly, his lips leaving their playful game go whisper against Xie Lian's ear. "Are you having a good time?"

Xie Lian squealed, his cheeks and ears pink. "Sahahan Lahahang is sohoho nahahaughty!"

Hua Chang chuckled, "Am I? But gege, you could've just lowered your arms! I'm not holding you, am I?"

Xie Lian giggled, trying to hide his face away from Hua Cheng. At some point, Hua Cheng had relaxed the hold on Xie Lian's wrists to let his lover cover himself, but Xie Lian didn't even move his arms and held his own hands together, keeping his arms in place.

"Does gege like it when this lowly one tickles him?"

Xie Lian whined, "Stohohop teheheasing mehehe!" He giggled, still suffering from those super light tickles under his arm. "It dohohoes tihihickle!"

Hua Cheng laughed at that and he stopped his playfulness at once, letting Xie Lian relax against the bed again.

"Good morning, gege," Hua Cheng whispered, pressing a tender kiss to Xie Lian's warm cheek.

"Good morning, San Lang," Xie Lian answered, kissing the tip of Hua Cheng's nose before pouring softly. "Why did San Lang tickle me awake again?"

Hua Cheng grinned, "I wonder, gege. I think I just missed His Highness' giggles."

Xie Lian huffed, "didn't you tickle me plenty last night?"

Hua Cheng laughed, "it's never enough, Your Highness," he said, nibbling at Xie Lian's cheek before looking at him with a raised eyebrow. "But why are you arms still up, Gege? Should San Lang tickle you again?" Xie Lian giggled, hiding his face under his pillow, arms still up. "Is that a yes, gege? Is it? Don't scold me later~," he said and his thumbs pressed in, rubbing slow circles hard enough to bring those sweet giggles out again.

"Oh, Sahahahan Lahahang! Thahat's unfahahair!"

"Should I kiss you here again, then?"

"N-Nohoho! Thahahat's embahaharrassihihi- Sahahan Lahahang!"

Hua Cheng of courses peppered kisses there again and Xie Lian giggled brightly and kept his most ticklish spot exposed until they were both satisfied.

[fratboykate]

YOUR FRAT BOY KATE IS EVERYTHING OMG HAHAHAHA now I need to know if Yelena confronted Kate or not after that party and how it goes?!

They did talk. Okay...I cranked this out in about ten seconds so...keep those judgements to yourself lol

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Yelena gets there and Kate walks up all smug.

"Hi."

"Hi...I just...uhm..."

Yeah, Yelena didn't think this one through before she walked in the room lol.

"Regretted not saying yes?"

"Was in the area."

"You just happened to be in the area."

"Sure did. I wanted to come support. The team. I wanted to come support the team."

"Right. You have so many friends on the team...Who again exactly?"

Sorority Girl comes and hangs off Kate's arm.

"Hey. I lost you."

"You found me. Yelena. Kayleigh. Kayleigh. Yelena."

"Kayleigh. OF COURSE." She would have the most White Girl name ever. "What's your major...Kayleigh?"

"Oh, I'm a freshman and I'm still bouncing back and forth between a couple of things so...officially undeclared."

Yelena looks at Kate dead in the eye and shakes her head.

"It was nice to meet you Kayleigh, the undeclared freshman. Have a good night, Kate Bishop."

Yelena pivots and leaves.

"What bug crawled up her ass?"

Kayleigh tries to kiss Kate. Kate initially holds it together but after a beat she pushes Kayleigh away. She rushes after Yelena but Yelena was BOLTING out of that room so by the time Kate catches up to her she's already outside.

"Hey....HEY!...I know you can hear me calling you."

"So maybe take a hint that I don't want to respond."

"If you didn't want to talk you wouldn't be here."

Yelena doesn't stop walking.

"Maybe I did before. Maybe I don't anymore."

"You're full of shit and I called your bluff tonight. You're already here so why not put all the cards on the table then?"

Yelena finally stops and turns to face her.

"You want to talk about being full of shit? You're sleeping with undeclared freshmen. That's a little beneath you, isn't it? Miss Silver winner of the Brolympics. At least pick the ones that have their life together."

"Why are you judging the people I'm sleeping with?"

"You know what...? You're totally right. You're right. Not my problem."

Yelena walks away again. Kate doesn't follow this time she just watches Yelena walk away. After a long beat, she speaks.

"I tried. I tried to get the person who has their life put together. More than anyone else I know. She basically told me to go fuck myself. Undeclared freshmen is the best I could do on short notice and now she's here, judging me for a decision she sorta pushed me into. Doesn't feel fair."

Yelena walks a few more steps then comes to a halt. When she doesn't immediately move Kate walks to her. She steps in front of Yelena and Yelena looks up at her.

"You are a BAD.FUCKING.IDEA."

"I tend to have a lot of those but I've never been described as one before. That's a first."

Yelena laughs.

"You're a bad idea, Kate Bishop."

"I'm speaking from personal experience when I tell you that bad ideas can be A LOT of fun."

"They can also be very destructive."

"Mostly just a lot of fun tho."

They both laugh. Kate closes the distance between them. There's millimeters between their faces.

"This sentient bad idea is going to kiss you now."

Kate whispers and when Yelena doesn't move Kate finally joins their lips. GAY SPARKS BABYYYYYYYYYY lololol.

When they finally come up for air, Kate rests her head on Yelena's forehead and looks at her with a mischievous smirk.

"You're stalking my instagram?"

"What?"

"Brolympics Silver??? That was like two spring breaks ago. You were stalking my instagram."

Yelena goes bright red.

"I was not."

"You totally were."

Long pause.

"It was just before summer break last year, not two spring breaks ago..."

Kate cackles and kisses her again.

"You were stalking my instagram."

"I will leave if you mention it again."

"It's okay. I have my medal somewhere. I'll give it to you." Yelena rolls her eyes. Kate kisses her anew. She could get used to this. "You wanna go inside?"

"The infant you brought is inside. Who's gonna be her adult supervision now?"

"You're TWO years older..."

"Makes a world of difference."

"I'll talk to her."

"Piece of advice, Kate Bishop..."

"Hmmm..."

"If you ever bring me to an event and switch me out halfway through for another girl you're leaving that event in a body bag so I highly suggest you never do."

Kate roars with laughter.

"I'll keep that in mind."

[skiller0dani]

Sinful | Spencer Reid

M A S T E R L I S T Criminal Minds Masterlist

smut | sub!spencer x bau!reader requests info summary | when spencer decides to let the witness flirt with him, you decide to have some fun of your own with derek. it becomes obvious that it's a mistake.

this was sitting in my drafts unedited!! I'm still trying to finish up Amortentia part 2 & the Ethan AU. They'll be up I promise, until then.. enjoy Sub!Spencer! This is my first real stab at a dom reader so I hope I did okay. I've read fics about face slapping as a kink and I just wanna let you guys know that I am not comfortable writing that so I probably never will include that.

Also I hate saliva so I probably wont write about spitting either. Sorry lololol

thanks @imagining-in-the-margins for the inspiration! (was totally inspired by "messy lessons" if you guys haven't read it...you should!)

At first you doubted he knew what he was even doing.

At first.

Maybe he wasn't trying to get in her pants, and maybe he wasn't trying to lead her on. But he was still letting her shamelessly flirt with him. You'd been with the FBI for years and made the silly mistake of assuming that working in the same department as your boyfriend would make things easier on you. Being able to see him everyday is a definite plus, seeing him in danger every time you're in the field is definitely not a plus. Watching a busty blonde witness flirt with him is certainly not a plus, especially when he lets her throw herself into his chest. Supposedly "distraught" but you see the cheeky smile peeking at the corner of her lips.

You see the thing about Spencer that nobody except for you knows, is that deep down he's a very naughty boy. The little mischievous glint in his eyes when his eyes meet yours from across the interrogation room proved that. You were professional however, so you were forced to stand by and watch him comfort her. Bitch.

"C-Could you get me some water?" Her voice was shaky, you still didn't buy it.

"Sure, Doctor-"

"Agent Y/L/N if you wouldn't mind?" Spencer's much more dominating voice cut through yours. Your eyebrows flew up as you shared a millisecond stare down with him. You could see the playful look in his eyes, flashed by the brattiest smile you'd ever seen grace his lips. Your lips stretched in a tight smile before you nodded and turned out of the room.

When JJ joined you near the kitchenette she opened her mouth to say something, but once she'd noticed you white knuckle gripping the faucet handle she changed her mind. She continued with whatever she was doing, not looking at you. It was a tense few minutes until she turned out of the room. While everyone in the BAU knew you and Spencer were together, it was easy for them to forget seeing as you never acted as a couple at work. For obvious reasons. Only in moments of danger, like when Spencer's helicopter went down and there were panicked tears streaming down your cheeks did they remember that you were in fact, together.

Apparently your usually good boy seems to have forgotten who he belongs to as well. The sight you returned to left tendrils of anger licking at the pit of your stomach.

"Oh really, that is so cool! I'll bet you're so strong!" The witness had perked up considerably since you'd left the room. Her hand reached up to curl at his bicep, and he didn't stop her. What a brat. Spencer sat next to her rather than across from her at the table, presumably to console her. Spencer beamed at her praise, an action you did not miss.

"Yeah, actually FBI agents are required to pass a variety of physical exams to insure they're physically healthy enough to chase down an unsub if need be-"

"Here's your water." Your voice was tense and you had to resist the urge to "accidentally" spill the water on her as you set the glass down. You didn't meet Spencer's eye as he stood to follow you out of the room. You could see the naughty façade fading as soon as he'd left the room.

"Y/N?" His voice was soft and his big brown eyes wide when you turned to glance at him. Your heart melted at the sight of those sad puppy dog eyes but you're not going to give in when baby boy broke so many rules.

"Shush." Is all you say, your voice sharp. You're not going to hide the fact that you're mad at him. And you're going to stay mad at him, no matter how cute he is.

"Yes ma'am." Spencer mumbles as he follows you towards the room Hotch is waiting in with the whiteboard. You try your hardest to focus on whatever Hotch is saying but all you can think about is that stupid witness pressing her chest up against Spencer, and the fact that he was practically bathing in the attention she gave him. You hated the fact that Spencer was getting exactly what he wants, he lives for your punishments. In a way, punishing him was also rewarding him but it was rewarding for you too.

After vaguely remembering Hotch asking for Spencer, you watched him scramble forward. You don't miss the fact that he nearly stops to ask for your permission to do so, you have him trained so well. A smile quirks at the corner of your mouth and you almost feel like forgiving him until Hotch speaks again.

"Reid, I want you to take Allison Calloway home..." he lists off where the rest of you will go but at that point you're no longer listening. You hear Hotch pair your name with Derek, which sparks a wicked idea in your head. He's having Spencer take the witness home? Is the world punishing you? You see Spencer steal one nervous glance at you before rushing to get Allison. You tongue your cheek before reluctantly following Derek out of the precinct.

//

You and Derek were apparently instructed by Hotch to go investigate the second crime scene, where a young man with his hands missing was found earlier this morning. You peek at Derek out of the corner of your eye, Derek is one of your close friends and he knows more than he should about yours and Spencer's...extracurricular activities. He seems to be in a good mood today, and he's unlikely to think anything of it. He'll definitely tell Spencer about it, which is sort of what you're hoping for. While this is hardly the place for you to "come on" to Derek, you're willing to do it. Spencer needs a taste of his own medicine.

"Odd, that the unsub removes the hands but repositions the watch around the victims ankle." Derek muses, his hand coming up to scratch at the stubble on his chin. Luckily the officers sent to patrol the crime scene are nowhere nearby. You circle Derek, trying to formulate the perfect sentence in your mind. It can't be too much, but definitely enough for him to inform Spencer. Derek is used to more lewd phrases coming from yours and Penelope's mouth, so surprising him enough to tattle to your boyfriend will be a challenge.

It can't be anything that would hurt Spencer however.

Derek views Spencer as his little brother and would never hurt him, and you wouldn't want to hurt Spencer either this is all in good filthy fun. It has to be a little risky, but not so risky that Derek would prefer keeping it from Spencer to protect him. If its too much Derek will approach you directly about it which would be humiliating and would entirely miss the point. This is a very delicate operation.

"Oh Derek, have you been working out?" You decide to take the easy route, adding a dash of sultry to your tone.

"Occasionally." Derek doesn't turn his head towards you, you haven't quite captured his attention yet.

"Firm is a good look on you." You tease, you'll need to ease him into it because he's going to have the wind knocked out of him when you finally lay it on him.

"Easy girly, you're venturing into dangerous territory." You hear the lilt to his tone letting you know that he's joking. You need to push it further.

"No I'm serious," you need to tread very carefully. You don't want to ruin a friendship you still want to keep, "it's a really good look on you."

Derek turns to you then, an eyebrow raised as he watches you trail your eyes down his body. While Derek isn't a bad looking guy, he doesn't even come close to comparing to your beautiful boy. Spencer is easily the cutest and sexiest man you've ever had the privilege of standing in the same room with.

"What's with you?" He asks, keeping the smile on his face so he doesn't alert you that he's concerned. You're on the right track but if you leave it here Derek will let it go. You need to drop that mini bomb on him, just a little more. You trail a finger down his shoulder, towards his bicep.

"Nothing, just admiring the view. The big, strong, sexy, view. What I wouldn't give to have you in bed Derek Morgan." There's the bomb. Your words have an immediate effect over him. The half-lidded sultry look in your eyes is enough for him to raise his eyebrows in surprise. Usually he can tell if you're joking but now he really can't tell. He's speechless, which doesn't happen to Derek Morgan very often.

"Y/N..."

"Call me if you wanna take me up on my offer." You send a wink at him before turning to head towards the black SUV. That should be enough for him to tattle.

//

When you return to the precinct, you watch with pleased eyes as Derek immediately pulls Spencer into a side room. Derek briefly glances at you, and you send him a smile but do not receive on in return. You don't think anything of it, Derek will get over it eventually with an explanation. You watch carefully as Derek begins to speak and an unreadable expression crosses onto Spencer's face, you expect he's just absorbing what Derek is telling him. Any minute now that look will cross onto his face, those dark eyes that warn you that you've officially annoyed him.

Derek keeps speaking, you can see his lips moving. What are they talking about? It shouldn't be taking this long. You're too far away to really make out their faces, so you subtly sneak closer when Spencer's eyes flash to meet yours and you gasp. There is no anger on his face, no playful annoyance, instead you see pain. Hurt. Betrayal. Derek tries to reach out to grab Spencer but the door to that side room opens and Spencer comes rushing out of it. Not bothering a side glance at you as he makes his hasty exit.

"I was only kidding." You explain quickly as Derek emerges. He doesn't look amused.

"It was too far Y/N. He's crushed." Derek snaps, brushing past you. Immediately you turn and exit the precinct, quickly finding Spencer tucked away in a secluded corner. He's sitting against the building, his head tucked into his knees and the absolute worst part is the fact that he's softly crying. You kneel in front of him in an instant, although you're not sure what to even say.

"Oh baby boy, I was only kidding. I didn't mean it, I said it because you flirted with that blonde witness!" You explain in a hurry, trying to reach out to take him in your arms. Spencer resists, instead lifting his head to look at you. His eyes are glossy and red rimmed, "kidding?"

"Yes precious, I was kidding."

"But Derek is more...attractive then I am." Spencer whimpers softly. You reach forward to firmly grasp Spencer's chin, ensuring he looks at you.

"Spencer Walter Reid you look at me," You order, and hesitantly Spencer lifts his watery eyes to meet yours. "There is not a single person who is more attractive then you are, you are flawless."

"But deep down you want Derek-"

"I was kidding Spencer. I only want you, my good boy." You purr, and you see a shiver run down his spine. You lean forward to press your lips to his before your thumbs come up to swipe away your tears.

"I'm not a good boy, I don't deserve it." Spencer whimpers once you help him stand up. Even though you're looking up at him, it's still very clear that you're the one in charge. "I flirted with Allison."

"You're right, you haven't been very good have you? I'm sure you'll make it up to me in the hotel room." You smile pressing a kiss to his flushed cheek. He nods immediately, it warms your heart.

"I love you." Spencer whispers after he catches your hand as you're about to open the door. You press a kiss to his palm, "I love you precious."

//

You could feel the nerves rolling off of him when you opened the door to your shared hotel room. The door shut with a soft click as you kicked off your shoes. Spencer remained at the hotel room door curled in on himself and wringing his hands together. You have to hide the smile as you shed your jacket from your shoulders, beginning to reach for your jeans when you pause. You take a seat on the bed, watching Spencer eye you carefully from his spot by the door.

"Come here." There isn't a question in your tone, it's more of an order. An order Spencer hastily obeys as he scrambles to stand before you.

"Undress me." You instruct, and Spencer kneels immediately to grab at the hem of your shirt. He carefully lifts the fabric off your body and tosses it aside before reaching around your body to unclip your bra. "No touching baby boy, you were naughty remember?" You snapped, and you saw him turn his head down in shame before turning his attention towards your pants. He unbuttons your jeans and helps pull them down your legs. Spencer's breath gets caught in his throat when his eyes land on your clothed pussy.

"Like what you see precious? Maybe if you were a good boy and didn't let that woman run her hands all over you, maybe I'd let you touch." You purr watching the disdain in his eyes when he realizes what his punishment is going to be.

"Tell me the truth baby boy, did you let her touch you in the car?"

He nods, but that's not good enough for you. You reach down to roughly palm him through his slacks.

"I said did you let her touch you?" You punctuate every word with a gentle squeeze around his cock. Finally, Spencer seems to find his voice.

"Y-Yes!"

"Where? Show me where she marked what's mine." You hiss, not even attempting to disguise your frustration. Spencer lifts one hand to his chest and trails it down his stomach, dangerously close to the hem of his pants before thankfully he stops.

"You let her touch you, this close to your cock?" You snap, tearing your hand away from him.

"I-I'm sorry!" He stammers, his eyes wide and his hands resting on the tops of his thighs. Boy does he look pretty on his knees before you. Not pretty enough for mercy however. There's a pleading look in his eyes, and a desperation. A desperation to please you.

"Make it up to me." You snap and as soon as the words leave your lips, Spencer's fingers are curling around the waistband of your underwear and tearing them off your body.

"Y-Yes ma'am." You lean back on your elbows as Spencer lowers his head between your legs, his eyes flickering to yours briefly. With a nod of your head, Spencer is delving between your legs with the enthusiasm of sex deprived teenager. Your head tosses back immediately as you feel his tongue licking thick stripes over your entrance. He continues to lap at you, his tongue teasing your entrance before he returns to his heavy licking. You moan softly, your fingers digging into his curls and pulling his head closer.

"Just like that, you're being such a good boy." You praise through breathy moans, and Spencer can feel his chest swell with pride. He loves being your good boy. But he isn't your baby boy all the time, sometimes, with a bit of coaxing, he becomes daddy. Spencer reaches up to prod a finger at your entrance before he's sinking in knuckle deep, his mouth curling around your clit. Spencer pumps on finger, to stretch you a little before slowly working a second finger into your suffocatingly tight heat.

"Yes Spencer, don't stop." You beg, feeling yourself climbing closer to reaching the peak, especially when his tongue flicks expertly against your clit while his fingers pump steadily into you. "Oh God, my good boy-" You praise again, and this time Spencer moans against you. Your toes curl as the vibrations send a course of pleasure through you, you've got to make him do that again.

"Do you like being my good boy Spencer? My good, obedient boy. So eager to please me, to make me feel good. And you do, you make me feel so good because you're such a good, good, boy." Your heavy praise causes Spencer to release a low groan, and the feeling is enough to launch you over the edge. Spencer keeps pumping is fingers into you, his tongue swirling soft circles over your clit to help you through your orgasm. Once your body has stopped jerking, you finally pull him off you.

"I forgive you precious, but unfortunately I still have to punish you." You inform him as you pull him back up to his feet. You hear him whine as you push his chest to lay him back against the bed.

"Do you have to?"

"Are you talking back to me baby boy?"

"N-No!" He squeaks instantly, his cheeks painted red. You stand over him, laying beneath you and you can't fight the soft moan that escapes your lips upon seeing him. His hair is disheveled from you raking your fingers through his, his brown eyes are wide and innocent as he looks up at you, and his cheeks are dusted such a beautiful shade of pink.

"Take off your clothes precious, I want to see all of you." You instruct, and you love the shy look on his face as he reaches up to remove his shirt. You let your eyes shamelessly roam his body as he slowly exposes more skin to you. Despite having been together for a few years now, Spencer is still incredibly insecure. Deep down he's worried you'll grow tired of him. Worried that you'll seek out other men despite being with him. Spencer is worried he's not enough to keep you interested. Which is wildly untrue, it's already been over 3 years and if anything you become more interested as time goes on.

"So beautiful baby boy, your body is a work of art." You breathe under your breath. Spencer blushes even deeper then he was before as he nervously fidgets underneath. You swing your legs on either side of his waist, your palms on the bed next to his head. "Your punishment, precious boy," your hands drift to his that are resting on your hips, "is that you can't touch me." You finish, moving his hands to the bed.

Spencer's eyes widen as his head drops back. A whine escapes his lips, but like a good boy, he grasps tightly at the sheets. You reach between your bodies to grasp his cock, pressing the head against your entrance before you teasingly lower onto him. Spencer's eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of your velvety walls around him- it's almost too much for the poor boy. It doesn't help that it's been a few weeks since you two last had sex, meaning you're tighter then you normally are. In fact you're so tight that Spencer can't even breathe properly while he's stretching you open.

"Oh baby boy, you feel absolutely wonderful. Your cock stretches me open so good." You purr, your hands landing on his chest for leverage so you can bounce on him faster. Spencer whimpers softly, the feeling is overwhelming, you can tell he's struggling to contain himself. Your hair drifts down your back when you throw your head back, his cock hitting places deep inside you.

"Getting close," You moan and Spencer knows that's his cue to reach down and begin rubbing circles over your clit. As soon as his thumb makes contact you're moaning loudly, your free hand digging into his hair to hold onto tightly. "Yes Spencer, yes." The phrase becomes a chant you repeat in your head over and over again. Spencer continues to rub you, desperate to help you find your release. When you slam down on him again, his cock hits the place deep inside you that makes your toes curl. You cum instantaneously, your body nearly falling top of Spencer's from the sheer force of it. Spencer's arms come up to steady you, offering shallow thrusts into you to chase his own release.

"Y/N...c-can I?" His voice is wrought, and you smile weakly.

"Yes precious, you can cum." As soon as you give him permission, he's cumming in hot gushes into you, his face buried in your neck. You run your hand down his back as his heart rate slows back to normal, and Spencer's arms stay curled around your waist.

"Spence?"

"Hm?" You can hear the lazy drawl in his voice that lets you know he's getting very sleepy.

"Don't ever break my rules again, or your punishment will be much worse."

"Yes ma'am." You press a kiss to his lips before pulling off him, and curling yourself into his side.

[anntidote]

Ding dong! Bokuto tricked me at 10, 16 and 17 🙈 a lil on the rough side 🙉 Bokuto IS power. Thank you so much!

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the candy bowl || ann’s playground

10. “i’m going to fucking wreck you.”

16. “fuck, you like that, don’t you?”

17. “we’re not stopping until you give me one more.”

you could feel your eyes roll back into your head, head lulling to the side as bokuto held your legs apart, plowing himself into you.

how your cunt was just so tight, and how you sucked him in with a vice grip that made him want to pull his hair out.

what in your right mind made you come to today’s game wearing that cute skirt? that little skirt that got you every single compliment in the book. the skirt that was the cute shade of gray that he said fit you best.

the short skirt that you wore with nothing under.

he practically growled into the shell of your ear, a firm hold of your limbs, and the melody of your mindless babbles, lost in the pure pleasure he was giving you.

“i’m going to fucking wreck you.”

just what were you thinking? what went through your pretty little head when you left the house, popping into the changing room to give him the usual good luck kiss— only to shove his hand under your skirt with a look that’d distract him the entire game.

did you think it was cute?

one of his hands drop your thigh, shooting up to the expanse of your throat. pressing with a slight squeeze, and the tightness of your cunt seemed to suck him in even further. a dark chuckle came from your boyfriend.

“fuck, you like that, don’t you?”

as much as you’d love to respond, you ended up choking on the moan, the tell tale sign of your shaking thighs and spawning of your velvety warmth around his length.

you’d look up at him. eyes watering, mouth hanging open in a silent beg, the heavy pants against the constrained air and flushed cheeks. “k-kou...” the raspiness of your vocal chords rung out.

bokuto could have came right then and there.

with the pace of a mad man, the brutal pace of his thrusts somehow became even more punishing. completely battering your cunt, as you cried white around him, riding out your high as he reached places you’d never been.

letting go of your neck, he moved down and pressed into your little pleasure button. letting out a surprised yelp, you keened into his touch. another wave of pleasure shooting up your spine as your eyes widened at his ministrations.

you swallowed at the mischievous glint in the golden eyes you loved so much. the drill of his hips not seeming to stop anytime soon, and the small bead of sweat on the arch of his brow- a smirk etched onto his face.

“we’re not stopping until you give me one more.”

but this is bokuto we’re talking about.

one more isn’t just one more.

a/n: my man’s bo could go for hours and we all know it. perhaps that’s one of the main reasons he drives me insane lololol anyway i hope you enjoyed.

[wickedgamesoyaoya]

Buddy! Congratulations! I’m so proud of you. You deserve it. 💜🤩 this event is everythingggg. When I was reading through the quotes I was picking where it was from and I just 🤩🤩

Can I request a fluff piece with Iwa? (Phrase 5 or 6) written or SMAU it doesn’t matter cause I love all your stuffs 😘😘

~♏️

The journey from the hospital to your shared home could easily be classified as an interrogation, albeit an unsuccessful one. After confirming that you were no longer in any pain, Iwaizumi had begun his investigation into the details of what occurred. However, instead of answering each targeted inquiry with a calculated response, you elected to sing out a song-lyric to tease your already stressed boyfriend. With the fibreglass supporting your injured hand and the pain killers lacing into your bloodstream, you felt perfectly normal. Hell, you wished you had the cast when you punched the idiot earlier. That way you could have broken more than his nose.

Once the vehicle pulled into the driveway, Iwaizumi instructed you to remain inside with an unnaturally long sigh. Your brows knitted together in curiosity as you watched him jog around the car to greet you on the passenger side. After tugging open the door completely, his gaze travelled from your cast to the surrounding area.

“You know my other hand works fine, right? And nothing is going to happen, stop that.” Exiting the car, a playful smile graced your lips. It was a small attempt at dismantling his concerns, and it could have worked if he bothered to return his attention to you.

“No.” His refusal was muttered plainly, indicating the matter was not up for debate. That was the thing with Hajime. Once his overprotective nature had activated, there was no stopping him.

“Haj, don’t be mad at me. I’m okay, I promise.” The second after he finished closing the passenger side door, you hooked an arm through his before batting your eyelashes up at him.

“I know you’re fine, but I’m not. I don’t like seeing you hurt.” The athletic trainer squinted at you, swallowing the growl that threatened to sound in his throat. “Can you blame me?” Removing his stare from yours, he fished out the keys to the house. As he unlocked the door and guided you inside, a sigh of defeat rolled off your lips.

“I guess not.”

Iwaizumi was mostly satisfied with your admission, a fact illustrated by the weakened scowl on his features. Now that he successfully brought you into the safety of the living room, he could breathe a little easier.

“Just go rest. I’m gonna make us some food.” He was about to shrug off his coat when his irises landed on you and the facial expression you had adorned.

The infamous puppy dog expression. One of the many expressions that would melt the man’s heart within seconds. With an intake of breath, he curled an arm around your waist, leading your body closer to his. Eliminating the space between your faces, he placed a gentle kiss against your jutted bottom lip then another against your forehead. Each kiss that was applied had more of an impact on your body than the injury he was currently nursing. Noticing your weakened knees, a faint smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“Idiot.” Once he released you from his hold, Iwaizumi administered a flick to your forehead, an action that led your dramatic self to collapse onto the couch behind you.

“My heart.” As you tried to recover from the soft gestures, your boyfriend finally removed his jacket, tossing it against the corner of the couch. Before he exited the living room, the trainer stole one final glance in your direction, humour bringing his eyebrows to raise. Of course, you were pretending to “melt” into the couch.

This was the same girl who punched a guy in the face hours ago? You really were something.

Minutes after Iwaizumi exited the room you shifted on the couch, no longer interested in maintaining a performance for an empty audience. As you squirmed around on the cushions, attempting to find the best position, you discovered his discarded jacket. Plucking the fabric up, a mischievous grin plastered against your visage. If you couldn’t cuddle with your boyfriend, you could at least cuddle with his jacket. 

The cloth had also completely absorbed his intoxicating scent, filling your senses with him.

Yeah. You could sleep like this.

Dinner took Iwaizumi a little longer than he anticipated. The recipe had stated the prep and cook time should be around an hour – it took him almost two hours. His ego was slightly bruised by his failure to complete the task during the allotted time, but at least it tasted good. After setting the table, he removed the apron from around him and then proceeded to the living room. Not once did it occur to him that he left a certain object within your reach - something you were not supposed to find. 

To his horror, you were no longer asleep on the couch. Instead you were playing a game on your phone with his jacket blanketing over you. Once you noticed his presence, excitement ignited inside your eyes. But confusion joined the emotion seconds later when you traced the panic he was struggling to conceal.

“Come on. Food is ready.” Clearing his throat with an artificial cough, he reached forward to grab the coat casually. Except instead of releasing the fabric, you grasped it tighter, sitting up in the process.

“Why are you being so suspicious?” The question spills from your lips too soon, because the answer is granted a moment later. The final tug on the material had resulted in the emergence of an item you were unaware of for the last two hours. The velvet box dropped onto the ground, the low thud sounding louder than the chaos ensuing inside of Iwaizumi’s chest.  “Haj…”

“It’s empty.” Scarlet coloured his neck as he engaged in a staring battle with the inanimate object. This was wrong – this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. But lying would certainly not fix the situation now. “Okay, it’s not. Let’s just pretend this didn’t happen.”

If you were drowsy before you were absolutely awake now. The butterflies inside your stomach were celebrating and your heart was seconds from caving in from the suspense. “Hajime. If you don’t ask me that question now, I’m going to ask you. And I want you to realize that I don’t have a ring, so I’m going to tie a rubber band around your finger.” 

He hated how he knew you would say something along those lines. 

Lowering himself onto one knee, he retrieved the box and tried to calm the sirens alarming inside his mind. He had something prepared – something he had rehearsed 100 times in front of the mirror, and 100 times in front of Oikawa. So why the hell was he frozen? Slowly his eyes lifted from the box to meet your expecting gaze.

“L/n f/n, you are one incredibly infuriating woman.” A laugh escapes your lips at the statement, and the sound brings a smile to his mouth. “You drive me insane. Sometimes I don’t know if I should be protecting you, or if the world needs protection from you. But what I do know is there is no one like you. You make me want to kill people I don’t know, but you also make me a better man.” The tears blurring your vision cause his heart to shoot up from his chest into his throat, the sensation wasn’t painful, however. It only made his following words sound much lighter. “I love you more than I ever knew was possible. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Whether that means picking you up at the hospital when you’re an idiot, or loving you when you act like a clown… I want to be there for it all. So, will you make me the happiest man and marry me?”

By the time he finally voiced the question you were patiently waiting for, your cheeks were puffed and stained with mascara.

“Of course I will, you gorgeous man!” Instinctively you offered out your right hand, forgetting the protective layer around it. For a moment your eyes flickered from the cast to the ring held out ahead of you. Iwaizumi expelled a chuckle at your dilemma, then took your left hand, slipping the ring on.

“You know in some countries they wear these on the left side anyway.” The adrenaline of the situation had hit its climax, and all he could do was grin at you with love and joy.

Once the ring was settled against your finger, another chorus of sobs rang out as you jumped onto him, peppering kisses all over his face.

“I love you so much. Let’s go get married now.” Pausing your storm of affection, a toothy smile was presented towards him. Iwaizumi rolled his eyes playfully then ruffled your hair.

“How about we eat first and then go get married?”

A/N: I really hope you guys like this lololol

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Bolded means I can’t tag ya ~

[cloudystevie]

Concept: drunk Steve absolutely Embarassing tf outta u in front of friends bc he gets very horny when he’s under the influence lololol and maybe a pt 2 where u get drunk and do the same but I’m getting ahead of myself

gurl i love this concept so much omgggg!!!

there was a reason why steve rogers couldn’t get drunk off of normal alcohol

but when thor brought out his asgardian liquor, yeah that stuff had your boyfriend acting up

the avengers had a long week, and of course the only way they could burn off some steam was by getting drunk and dancing to shitty pop music

you wouldn’t lie, you were a little bit tipsy but you definitely weren’t as far gone as your boyfriend

speaking of, you were petrified steve was gonna do something to embarrass you

he had already put his hands dangerously high and smiled up at you in front of sam and bucky, which initially you thought was endearing but

when he started kissing your cheeks and travelled down to your neck, yeah that was a teeny bit out of character for him

it was later into the night, everyone gathered in the living room now, when tony asked “so steve what’s your sex life like. can you even get going?”

everyone knew he was just playfully teasing but steve couldn’t helo but hold you closer “i can tony, and i can last a very long time. what was our longest babe, 7 rounds. yeah i could’ve kept going but i fucked her so good she tapped out.”

you gasped at steve’s vulgar language, hiding your face behind your hands as tony continues to egg him on, “okay sure, 7 rounds, but it was all missionary wasn’t it?”

“i won’t lie tones, i do love watching my girl fall apart underneath me, but something about watching her struggle to take me in really gets me hot. i like doggy style too, i get free reign to spank her, and then sometimes to really fuck with her, i’d pull her up by the hair.”

you smacked steve’s chest as he giggled mischievously, and you were suddenly very aware of the wetness beneath your thighs

(tony knew just what kinda sex you two had, the fucker didn’t have friday installed for nothing.)

so yeah, steve had a big mouth when he was drunk, but some twisted part of you enjoyed what he was saying, and it’s obvious when you’re begging him to fuck you

umm yeah❤️ ajsjjs

[kittken]

hq boys’ reactions to you calling them your soulmate

~•~•~•~•~•~

kageyama tobio

backstory/context: kageyama has found you interesting (and a bit annoying) ever since you guys met (and fought over the last yogurt milk). although your first impressions weren’t the best (he hasn’t forgiven you) you both somehow end up getting close. you guys hang out a lot and you often come to his practices and games.

during one of your visits, nishinoya and tanaka approach you and ask why you hang out with kageyama (“he’s isn’t exactly a gentleman, y/n”) and kageyama is listening in on your conversation. after laughing at their comments, you respond with “um.. it’s because i believe that meeting him at that vending machine was… fate? i guess you could say he’s my soulmate.” and gave a shy chuckle afterwards.

kageyama goes home that day and looks up what a soulmate it and just goes full on panic mode because he isn’t sure if you meant it platonically or romantically.

bonus: his teammates love teasing him whenever you show up to their practices/games.

hinata shouyou

backstory/context: he’s currently your classmate and seems to be very attached to you. he often invites you to his games and ever since your first visit, you’ve never missed a single one of his games/practice matches.

after one of their practice games, the team invites you to get meat buns with them. while you sit on the bench and wait for hinata to finish eating, sugawara (who’s sitting next to you) asks what you think of hinata. you respond with, “i think he’s.. awesome. ever since i first saw him play, i felt like it was fate. like i was meant to watch him play. i guess you can say i think he’s my soulmate.” while you get all flustered and sugawara laughs at you, you don’t notice hinata stare at you with sparkling eyes and muttering “soulmate” to himself.

bonus: “oi, hinata boke why are you muttering to yourself like a creep.” “kageyama i think i found my soulmate.” “what’s that?” “i don’t know but i think it’s something cool!!”

bokuto koutarou

background/context: you and bokuto have been friends since day one. after bokuto signed up for the fukurōdani volleyball club, you decide to sign up as their manager. you guys are rarely apart and everyone is patiently (not really) waiting for you two to get together.

at one of the training camps, you are (as usual) watching bokuto practice along with akaashi, kuroo, and tsukishima. and during one of their breaks kuroo decides to make conversation with you. after a few minutes of small talk, he suddenly asks what bokuto is to you. from the other side of the gym, bokuto hears kuroo mention his name and secretly (not really) listens in on your conversation. you’re a bit taken aback by kuroo’s question but decide to answer it anyways. “he’s been my best friend since the... dawn of time and i think we were destined to be together. he’s my soulmate.” although you were being sarcastically dramatic about it, bokuto couldn’t help but get excited.

bonus: bokuto runs up to you and gives you a big ol’ bear hug. “DID YOU HEAR, AKAASHI?! I Y/N’s SOULMATE!!” “bokuto-san, i don’t think you should be hugging y/n right now…”

akaashi keiji

background/context: you recently moved into a house that happened to be relatively close to akaashi’s house. after a few weeks of observing you, akaashi decides to approach you and ask if you would like to walk together. and of course, you said yes. after spending some time with you, akaashi found you quite interesting and fun to be around.

as usual, you were walking with the fukurōdani team after practice. beside you was konoha and sarukui. you watched as they began playing a new game they had made up. konoha noticed you listening in and asked if you would like to join. you agreed thinking to yourself, “what’s the worst that could happen?”.

the game was simple, each round a player would point to one of the people walking along with them and the other players would say the first thing that came to their minds.

after a few (embarrassing) rounds it was konoha’s turn to choose. and like the evil little shit he was, he decided on akaashi who was currently listening to bokuto ramble on about today’s practice. both konoha and sarukui turned to you with curious (and mischievous) looks. you thought for a second before blurting out, “soulmate”. the duo stared at you in shock as you quickly check to see if akaashi had heard what you said. luckily, it looked like he was too busy with bokuto to even notice you playing the game.

akaashi had heard everything you said but decided that pretending he didn’t hear anything was the best option. after everyone went their separate ways, he could hardly hide the blush that formed as you walked side by side. luckily for him, you were to preoccupied in your thoughts to notice. the walk was filled with awkward silence as you both rushed home. he tried very hard to keep a straight face. even to the point where he almost forgot to say goodbye to you. once he got home he ran straight into his room and began to freak out as he replayed your words within his head.

bonus: konoha and sarukui would not leave you alone after hearing you call akaashi your soulmate.

~•~•~•~•~•~

how y’all been? i’ve been gone for quite sometime and decided i want to come back LOLOLOL. anyways, i hope you guys enjoyed :)) i kinda wanna write an angsty version of this (hehehe..) let me know your thoughts !! until next time <3

-kittken

[haik-choo]

nekoma and karasuno boys w/ a loving s/o

request: Noya, Tanaka, Yamamoto, and Lev with a S/o (separate) who likes to hold his face with both her hands? Fluffy and blushy boys, please and thank you!

a/n: i wanted to wait to do this request until i could figure out lev’s character! to be honest, he’s kind of hard to understand...my thing about him is that he’s mischievous and has a lot of pride, is too honest and isn’t very observant on other’s emotions, and he’s easily excited and sociable! hehehe i hope you enjoy! 

[NEKOMA AND KARASUNO BOYS WHEN THEIR S/O HOLDS THEIR FACE]

-nishinoya, tanaka, yamamoto, lev

nishinoya yuu.

is like a dog, literally v i b r a t i n g in your grasp, his eyes are sparkling and he puts all his head weight into your hands, closing his eyes to savor the moment

the most obvious guy, he has no issue with other people knowing how fucking SMITTEN he is with you, literally he grows a tail and its wagging at super sonic speed. no joke he just loves your touch, and you bet he’ll tell you to do it more often

if he sees you coming, he will be in position for optimal face-holding before you even get there, like he’s at the perfect height for it and everything, no cap. closes his eyes, but opens them once he realizes he could be missing out on your cuteness

surprise him, and he will not be able to hide his smile, and he interlaces his fingers with your hands while they’re still on his face and just leans in for a big juicy kiss, because that’s the only way he can think of to show you just how much you make his heart race

actually, he basically expects you to kiss him if you put your hands on his face, and if you don’t, he’ll start pouting and corss his arms childishly until you give him at least a cute little kiss on his cheek, and even then he’ll whip his head around just so your lips can connect <4

“babe you can’t play with my heart like that :( ” 

tanaka ryuunosuke.

is tense, but only because he’s so excited, literally has two clenched fists by his side to show how happy he is

okay his eyes are literally shining, like his eyes have hearts swirling in them and he’s just like “touch me more! kiss me! kiss!” 

when he sees you coming with your hands up, he gets proud like tora, but he loses composure way faster than him. and by the time your loving hands touch his smooth skin (he has the best skin in karasuno, fight me) his arms go limp and he just. dies

if you manage to catch him off guard (i feel that he has like a sixth sense where he can tell when you’re about to give him some kind of affection), this dude literally furrows his eyebrows and his heart beats out of his chest, and then he literally Can Not contain himself and he just lets out a yell and engulfs you in his big n’ buff arms <3

honestly, i feel that he gets used to it at some point, and then he just looks at you with light in his eyes, and just savors the feeling of you touching him. we all know he’s touch-starved, it’s obvious that he won’t stop you from giving him a little love

if you’re in front of the team while you do this, he will literally look noya in the eyes and they share a single sparkle between them because they both just know. what do they know? i don’t know, they just know

yamamoto taketora.

he’s astral projecting into his next life. dare i say...he’s a bigger simp that tanaka and noya. i canon this. he definitely tries to not seem super fazed, but he is. he get’s the look on his face that he gave tanaka when he said he was to cowardly to try and get close to kiyoko lololol

he thinks he’s being smooth, but you can literally see his eyes shaking. if he’s focused on something else when you do it, he’ll just use one hand to cover yours and without looking at you he’ll continue on doing something else

if he knows you’re about to do the thing, he’ll tense up a little and puff out his chest a little, because he’s proud baby! he’s proud that his s/o (you) is beautiful and attractive and perfect and not afraid to show a little skin ship in front of others! 

but sometimes because he’s too busy being all proud, he won’t bend down to your level, so you tug him down so he’s level to your face, and he goes silent. he doesn’t even have enough time to blush and he’s just slightly shocked with an open mouth. if you smile wide and tell him to payy more attention to you, he doesn’t get all flustered

i feel that he get’s a deep genuine happiness in his chest, and he just gets this light blush dusted on the apples of his cheeks as he smiles and laughs back at you, planting a soft kiss on your forehead while your hands are still on his cheeks <3 

haiba lev.

you’ve gotta climb him like a tree to do this, lol. totally teases you about your height, if you’re taller than him he’ll say smth snarky and if you’re shorter he’ll hold his head up higher 

he’s like a cat when you do this, like his eyes become half-lidded and he just stares at you dreamily. you swear you hear him purring, but it’s just him humming. his back gets all slouched if you both are standing, but if you’re sitting, he leans towards you anf lays his long ass noodle arms on your shoulders

if he can tell that you’re about to do it, he’s practically jumping out of his seat. he’s super honest, so i feel like he’d say some shit like “whenever you do this it makes my heart beat really fast” and he’ll probably tease you because you’d get all red 

but if he doesn’t know, and you surprise him with your face-holds, his eyes literally dilate x100. subconsciously puts his own hands over yours, face redder than his nekoma jersey. 

he can’t come up with something witty whenever you surprise him, and he just ends up getting really red and warm and looking off somewhere else before just staring straight into your eyes

usually steals a quick peck if you do it, and bonus points if you pucker your lips out and baby him really cutely asd you do it, i feel that he likes to be doted on

[ticklygiggles]

Skilled Fingers | InuYasha x Kagome [NSFW]

A/N: Aaaaah, InuYasha was the first anime i ever watched and it also was the first anime I started to search for tickle fics lololol ^////^;;;;

This is my first time writing for this fandom, so I hope you like it! Also! Lee!InuYasha to satisfy my needs ofc. I'm also still on time to post this before tumblr catastrophe hehehehehehe

Summary: InuYasha and Kagome are not shy when it comes to intimate times and as they’re trying light bondage for the first time, Kagome finds out interesting things about her lover.

InuYasha | InuYasha x Kagome

12. “Oh my God, I’ve never met someone as ticklish as you!”

14. “Is that your real laugh?”

💫

“Why do we have to do this in my human form?”, he was pouting like a kid, making Kagome roll her eyes as she checked the robe around InuYasha’s wrists.

“Because you are ruthless on your half-demon form, I don’t want to be unable to walk for a week again”, InuYasha smirked at the memory and she punched his chest playfully. “Besides, in your human form I can easily tie you up like this and you’ll not break free”, she sang excitedly and InuYasha pouted again. “Don’t make that face. We should try everything that can be fun, don’t you think?”

Their place was lighten up by the moonlight filtering through the window. Before starting, Kagome took a moment to relish on InuYasha’s bare body.

Without her noticing, InuYasha was also relishing on her beautiful form, following the shadows on the curves and crevices on her naked body.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her long neck, exposed thanks to the high ponytail she was wearing. Her sharp clavicles making him sweat, followed by her beautiful and rounded breasts, they jumped just a bit with each of her movements, goosebumps covering them, making her nipples get a bit hard and tight.

He felt his mouth watering looking at the curve of her waist and the muscles on her stomach, her belly button and sharp hip bones guiding him to one of his most favorite spots on her.

She didn’t give him time to appreciate said spot as she leaned down to check on the restrains of his wrist once more, making sure they were tied up nicely, but without hurting him.

InuYasha gulped, her breasts were barely centimeters away from his face, feeling encouraged, he stick his tongue out and locked one of her nipples, taking in his mouth and nibbling at it carefully.

Kagome let out a splendid surprised moan, her body instantly getting weak and leaning even more against InuYasha’s face, he took her without problem.

Regardless of her pleasure, when InuYasha bit in just a bit too harsh, she snapped back to reality. She was the one in charge.

Pull yourself together.

When InuYasha opened his mouth a bit to take some air in, she leaned back, siting on his hips and whipping up the saliva from her breast.

“You’ve been a bad boy”, he showed her a big, mischievous and fangless smile, making her feel a soft tug on her lower belly.

She growled softly and leaning down once more, she pressed her lips into his. Her soft hands cupping his cheeks and her fingertips softly touching the lobes of his ears as he kissed her back.

She felt him growling on her mouth when he tried to hold her, only to be reminded about his restrained position. She smirked into the kiss, enjoying the gasp he evoked when her fingertips moved down past his neck and towards his chest where she blindly looked for his nipples as the war inside their mouths continued.

“Ah!”, she drunk the moan bursting out of InuYasha’s mouth as she finally found them and pinched them softly, twisting them between her fingers. “Kagom- don’t- ah!”, she kept kissing him, silencing his words and pleasuring him more until she felt his cock starting to wake up, the tip touching her back.

Kagome smirked once again against InuYasha’s mouth, making him whine softly as she started to kiss down his jaw, neck and chest, where she quickly licked InuYasha’s nipples and keep leaving kisses and licks down to his ribs.

“Did you just giggle?”

“Kagom- wahahait!”, Kagome stopped and looked up at InuYasha, he was blushing a bit, an awkward smile stretching his lips.

“It- uh… it kinda tickled a bit?”

Kagome raised her eyebrows, “Where? Here?”, without any warning, she just started to squeeze InuYasha’s ribs, making him jump and throw his head back, laughing loudly. His trapped arms quickly trying to break free. “InuYasha! You are ticklish?!”

He shrieked when she found a good spot between his fourth and fifth ribs, bottom to top, and focused there only, making him trash and buck his hips, almost throwing her off, she laughed, pressing her legs against him, to keep balanced.

InuYasha was laughing loudly, he could barely keep still, trying to escape those evil fingers torturing that damn spot on his ribs.

“Is that your real laugh?”, she asked as she finally moved her fingers up to his underarms, where was not, exactly, a less ticklish spot.

His laughter sounded different from his usual one, a bit more desparete, of course, and a bit high pitched, but it also sounded less sarcastic and happier. Just like a child’s laugh, made her want to laugh too.

Besides, Kagome had never seen such adorable features on him: eyebrows slightly furrowed, nose scrunched up, flushed cheeks and mouth open wide in a big smile. Simply adorable.

“K-Kahahahagome! Stop! Stohohohop!”, InuYasha threw his head back, laughing nearly in hysterics as Kagome kept tickling his underarms apart, finding all of those tiny but super sensitive spots around. “Not thehehere, please!”

“Oh my god, I’ve never met someone as ticklish as you!”, she giggled as InuYasha let out a loud shriek followed by a wave of cackling laughter as she rubbed her thumbs in this spot between his ribs and underarms. “Sota was pretty ticklish back then, but he was a kid!”

InuYasha’s already bright pink cheeks seemed to flush even more. Kagome chuckled. “Embarrassed?”, he simply nodded, the laughter flowing out of him made impossible to form coherent sentences. “Should I stop?”, he nodded again, his laughter becoming wheezy and silent, desperately pulling at his trapped arms.

She moved spots then, her fingers dancing down until she reached his stomach, where she clawed her fingertips against the tight muscles, making him arch his back and shriek before falling into silent laughter.

“You seem to enjoy this too much, though”, she said smirking and looking back at InuYasha’s cock, which was standing up proudly, the head red and leaking a bit. “Perhaps, is it turning you on?”, she chuckled when InuYasha nodded his head, no more sounds coming out of his mouth as he laughed silently.

His face was as red as his forgotten clothes on the floor, so Kagome slowed down, stopping completely for a bit until InuYasha’s voice was back and residual giggles made him shook a bit.

“Kagome!”, he whined, breathing heavily. “That was teheherrible!”

“Other spots on your body seem to think differently, InuYasha”, he opened his mouth to speak again, but was cut up by a deep moan as Kagome closed her hand around his flushed arousal.

He arched his back and whined hotly as she started to move her hand up and down, torturous slowly, making him curl his toes and fingers. “Who would’ve thought this InuYasha would like tickling this much”, Kagome felt him twitch in her hand.

InuYasha whined. “Don’t te-tease me, Kagome-Ack!”, he moaned when she cupped her hand against his tip and moved in circles. “I didn’t know it did!’”

“Hmm, well, now we know. Don’t think I’ll not use it against you”, he moaned again.

His teeth chattered as pleasure quickly overpowered him. He felt like losing himself to it and to Kagome’s magical fingers. He closed his eyes, throwing his head back, exposing his neck to Kagome’s mouth.

“Kagome…”, he sighed as she found the good spot on the right side under his chin, her teeth nibbling softly and her tongue licking wildly as she sucked and sucked until she was satisfied with the little bruise forming on his milky skin.

She felt proud, somehow. She was marking a half-demon with her own mouth, a mere human making this half-demon moan her name out loud, making him beg for more.

That was truly satisfying.

“Fuck, Kagome, just- please”, Kagome looked up at him, from her spot on his chest, his twitching cock soon forgotten as she payed her full attention to his sensitive nipples again.

He looked deliciously obscene.

His black bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead, she was glad she convinced him to braid his hair, it laid perfectly tight beside his head. The tips of his ears were red and so were his cheeks, his eyes half-closed in bliss with dried up tears from her tickle attack earlier, string of saliva falling from the corner of his mouth.

She could barely stand it.

“I want both of us to feel good, Inuyasha”, he whined, leaving a long sigh and gulping.

Kagome smirked and quickly moved fo position herself on top InuYasha’s face. He welcomed her immediately with a long lick, making her whine even before she could take him in her mouth.

“Naughty boy”, she mumbled, InuYasha chuckled softly, but his little laugh was lost into a moan as she kissed the tip of his cock and took him deep into her mouth.

InuYasha felt like coming in the spot, but he held himself together and reached for Kagome’s little nub of nerves with his tongue. She moaned deeply and he moaned back, sucking into Kagome’s clit.

Kagome received him so well inside her mouth as she bumped her head up and down until InuYasha’s tip almost reached the back of his throat, much to his pleasure.

A deep groan erupted inside InuYasha’s mouth as his tongue dipped into Kagome’s entrance, drinking her and trying to reach her sweet spot without the help of his fingers. How desperate made him feel to have his limbs trapped, and yet, made him feel even more aroused.

Kagome felt InuYasha’s cock twitching inside her mouth. The idea popping in her head made her smirk.

“Fucking- ahahaha!”, Kagome started to rub her thumbs against InuYasha’s hips in very ticklish circles, making him roll and buck his hips up and down. Kagome slowed down a bit when she choked a little and, instead, simply wiggled his fingers on InuYasha’s hipbones.

InuYasha almost forgot his job as the tickling took him off guard, but he quickly went back to work on making Kagome feel good.

She felt in heaven.

The vibrations of his laughter and the shaky tongue against her clit made her almost reach her peak, but Kagome tried to hold it as best as she could, not wanting to stop just yet.

InuYasha, in the other hand, was slipping into his orgasm, the tickling was driving him up the wall in the best way possible and Kagome’s magic mouth was seriously taking the best of him.

“Ka-Kahahagome! I’m gonna- I’m gon- ah!”

Kagome felt the explosion in her mouth and she quickly swallowed everything up before it spilled all over the bed. She felt InuYasha’s cock twitching in its climax as she pulled it out her mouth and bumped it with her hand, the other one tickling his hip full force.

InuYasha cackled and cried with over stimulation, his head thrown back and tears fell from his eyes.

“Do you like this, InuYasha?”, she let go of his dick, not wanting to hurt him, but kept tickling both his hips until he was screaming with laughter.

And then it happened. And it happend too quickly that Kagome barely had time to understand what was going on.

She first heard the ripping of clothes and then felt InuYasha’s hands holding her hips firmly, sitting her on top of his face as he nibbled on her clit. She moaned deeply and looked up, the first rays of Sun bathing their sweaty bodies.

Kagome swore under her breath and buried her face against InuYasha’s lower belly, moaning loudly as he ate her out so good, his fangs softly grazing against her sensitive skin and his hands holding her hips in place so she couldn’t move one bit.

“InuYasha- ah! Slow- slow down!”, she begged, the pleasure making her feel dizzy. “I can’t hold- hold it anymore!”

“Who told you to do it?”, he mumbled against her flesh licking her hard and finally making her orgasm with force.

He drunk her up completely just like she did to him and dared to play with her shivery clit, using the tip of his finger, through her orgasm until she was crying with over stimulation. Just a little revenge.

Kagome couldn’t help but collapse on top of InuYasha in that position. InuYasha kissed her wet flesh loveling, making her mewl softly.

She gathered some strength and lifted herself up, pulling the clothes around InuYasha’s ankles off and climbing back into his opened arms.

“How was that?”, she asked with a tired smile, kissing his lips.

“Let’s do it again”, Kagome looked up at him with wide eyes. “You’ll not make me wait until the next new moon, right?”, she laughed.

“Give me a rest, InuYasha, you are ruthless”, he laughed.

“And I only used my tongue”, he winked at her before he rolled on top of her. “I promise to be gentle”, he said kissing her neck. “Please, Kagome?”, that hot voice whispering in her ear was more than she could take.

Kagome let out a long sigh. “Fine”, she said and with the little strenght in her, she pushed InuYasha over and straddled him. “Let’s work you up, then”, she smirked.

“Wait! No no no! That’s- ahahaha! Shit, Kagomehehe!”

It did work him up, though.

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Mahou Sensei MSPA-tan! Chapter 2: The Kids of Class 413

[Cross posted on AO3.  Also, an important note:  Alterra Academy standard uniforms are in the popular preppy style most private schools on Earth have. Tops consist of a long sleeve white button-down shirt and a black blazer with the school logo on the left chest side. Troll students have their signs parallel to the logo on the other side. Ties come in candy red for human students while troll students have theirs in whatever blood color they have. Bottoms are either deep grey skirts for girls, or trousers for boys. Socks must be either white or black with tasteful leather shoes. Dress code rules may not be as strict as they are in other academies, but there will be consequences if the uniform gets so modified that it stops being recognizable.]

You twist the knob and push the door open.  The sounds of babbling and activity die out in an instant at the sounds of squeaking door hinges take over.  You make a careful step past the threshold, unaware of the forty pairs of eyes staring at you or the mischievous giggles directed at you.

As you open the door a little wider to allow the rest of your body to go further, you hear a faint clatter from above that jolts you on alert.  The giggles stop and the kids’ amused expressions turn into surprise.  You look up to see a chalkboard eraser hovering just a couple of inches away from your head.  Ah, the classic chalk duster trap—the ever popular age-old school prank that no one seems to tire of.  You fondly regard it as you remember your SUIT days until you realize that the eraser was still suspended in the air above you.  You tilt your head slightly just enough to see the bewildered faces of your students staring.  Crapbaskets! You must have used majyyk to keep it from landing on you without realizing it.  This doesn’t look good.  The most fundamental rule of majyyk was that it was forbidden to reveal it in the presence of anyone who isn’t another mage.

You pull the majyyk back and let the eraser fall.  However, you were so concentrated on it that you made a momentary oversight of keeping your gaze up on it.  As a result, the dusty board writing correction implement lands square on your face and bouncing off to the floor, chalk dust landing delicately on the surface of your wide open eyeballs.

Holy shit! It stings!!

Your hear a loud chorus of laughter as your hands went to your face on reflex to try and get rid of the dust.  “My goodness!” You hear Ms. Maryam’s voice through the din.

You manage to wipe most of the chalk dust from your face and make a tentative step forward and trip over an invisible wire.  The next thing you know, something falls onto your head with a loud clang and you’re sent tumbling across the floor.  Stopping only after hitting the teacher’s desk at the center of the class front.  The laughter grows louder.  This must be what Ms. Maryam meant when she told you to be careful.  You haven’t even done anything, yet here you are on the floor with some metallic object obscuring your head and face filthy with chalk dust.  You must be quite a sight right now.  How utterly humiliating.  You try your best to blink away your tears; you can’t afford to show any kind of weakness, not in front of your students.

A moment later, the metallic object gets lifted off your head.  You look up expecting to see Ms. Maryam, but it was someone else instead.

“Are you alright?” A troll girl with a jade colored streak in her long silky black hair asks you with a genuine concern on her face.  She kind of reminds you of a mom.  “Oh, you’re just a wriggler.”

You hear more laughing, though this time the rest of the class didn’t join.  Strange enough, one of the jokers’ laughter sounded a lot like a series of LOLs—like the internet slang.

Your savior turns to the source of the laughter with righteous anger burning in her eyes on your behalf.  “Seriously, Kuprum? Folykl? Of all the pranks you two could come up with—a bucket? In class? Really?!”

“Lololol!” A troll boy with four jagged horns and a pair of fuschia goggles strapped over his strange yellow and purple eyes laughs.  “Like how were we supposed to know it ain’t some other shitty adult coming in?” His wide smile shows off a set of saw-like teeth.

“Yeah…” says a troll girl with long greasy terribly unkempt hair and two pairs of horns like Kuprum, only hers jag outward instead of inward like his.  She’s sitting awfully close to him.  “What’s done. . . is done. . .”  Her voice sounds ragged.  Not the tired kind of ragged, but rather the weak and sick kind of ragged.  “Don’t… get your. . . undies. . . in a twist, Bronya. . .  That was. . . funny… as hell. . .”

Your savior, now known as Bronya, started to full on berate the prankster duo.  While she got busy, another troll kid, a boy wearing a pair of sunglasses and horns like deer antlers, goes to help you get back on your feet.

“Sorry about that,” he says in a cool rather aloof manner.  “A lot of these asshats don’t really have anything better to do with their time.”

“Shut up, Dammek! You were in on it a lot of the time!” says a heavyset troll girl sitting next to a long-haired boy with three pointy horns and a mustard yellow coat in lieu of the school blazer.  Her figure is impressively muscular, so much that the sleeves that were supposed to conceal her big buff arms were nonexistent; most likely torn off.  “This whole schoolfeeder pranking was your idea to begin with!”

“Anyway…”  Dammek ignores her.  “Think of it as a rite of passage. Of course, none of the schoolfeeders last very long once we’re done with them.  Not even the troll adults could handle us.”  He says it like it’s some kind of proud accomplishment.

“The trolls here are a bunch of weaklings, including the highbloods,” a girl with curvy notched horns and three eyes agrees while inspecting her nails.  “It’s shameful, really.  They wouldn’t last one second if this was Alternia.”

“They’d be taken to the culling fields for a little R and R, lol,” says Kuprum.  Rest and relaxation? That doesn’t sound so bad.

“Rampage and rending,” he clarifies.  You stand corrected.

“Especially that weirdo with the nubby horns and his lame ass talk about equality and shit.”  A few other trolls in the class turn to give him the stink eye.  “Lololol! So fucking longwinded about it, too.  Like, he never shuts up once he got going.  He’s as bad as Galekh, but preachier.”  A boy with short curly hair, glasses, and Christmas tree-shaped horns scowled and opened his mouth to object, only to be held back by a tired-looking girl with a mug.  “Lol! He’s so full of bullshit, I can’t even—Hrk!”

Kuprum gets cut off abruptly and you see Dammek had taken a tight hold of his uniform necktie and began to choke him with it. You stand around in shock.  Dammek had gone from your side to choking his classmate in a blink of an eye.

“Take that back, you asshole,” he says, voice dangerously low.  But Kuprum was too busy trying not to die to make a proper reply.  Next to him, Folykl is trying to separate the two boys as she cussed out at Dammek, but failing due to her measly strength.  Another troll with a pair of simple curved horns grabs hold of Dammek from behind to pull him away.  No one else tries to get between them.  Some seem content, amused even, at watching them try to go for each other’s throat.  Others just preferred not to get involved.  Bronya has long since retreated to the side.  The look on her face tells you that she wants to stop them, but unsure at how to approach.

This is definitely not how you imagined your first class was going to go.  You have to stop them.  As the teacher, it’s one of your duties to stop your students from killing each other.  You take a step and reach out to try and mediate between the two aggressive young trolls.

“Wrigglers, please! This is not the time for fighting!” Ms. Maryam’s cry beats you to the punch.  The class grows silent and still at the sight of the adult jadeblood standing in front of the class.  She sighed and rubs her temples, trying to soothe away a growing headache.  “Please return to your seats at once.  Honestly, this is not the way to greet your new schoolfeeder.”

The class lets out a collective “Huh?” then started looking back and forth between her and you.

“So, um…” A girl with wide horns reaching horns that looked like a cow’s and a twig in her mouth raises a hand.  “Ms. Maryam, does this mean ya’ll be schoolfeedin’ us from now on?”

“Oh, no,” Ms. Maryam replies.  “I’m only here as an escort.  Your real schoolfeeder is right here.”

All eyes follow as the only adult in the room gestures to the only human.  When you realize all the attention has shifted towards you, you bat away the remaining chalk dust that clung to your hair and clothes before flashing them a friendly smile and wave.  Some of the kids grimace at the sight of your filthy face.

Ms. Maryam smiles at you.  “Please introduce yourself to the class.”  You nod and take your place at the front and center.  You tell them your full name and that from today onwards, you’ll be teaching at this school.  You’ll be only here for three terms, but it’s nice to meet everyone.

There was a pregnant pause as they all just stared at you after you finished your introductions.  All the while you notice that the classroom had a tier-style seating similar to that of an auditorium or a lecture hall where the seats start off from the ground and go higher like a set of stairs.  You silently counted five tier rows, split at the middle by a narrow set of actual stairs with two more additional sets at either side for ease of access.  Each row comfortably accommodates four troll kids each.

Oh, man.  Just look at all those obvious dress code violations.  They’re not even trying to be subtle about it.  Or maybe they just don’t care.

You consider maybe handing out demerits or detention slips for violating the school standard dress code, but scrap that plan quickly.  Doing so wouldn’t endear you much to your students especially since your botched first impression.  Ms. Maryam stands a little bit behind you, ready to intervene in case things start going south.

“Hmm hmm…”  You hear a faint titter.  “Hmhmhmhmhmhmmhmmhwahahahahaah!!” The tittering grew louder until it turned into a full blown laugh.

“Oh how funny this is.  How very droll,” said a three-eyed girl in mirthful mockery.  “That human is going to be schoolfeeding us?”

“The other human schoolfeeders barely lasted longer than the adult troll schoolfeeders did,” says the boy with the flashlight horns, one arm on the desk, the other supporting his chin in a daydreaming pose.  “It’s kinda sad, really.  I would have loved to get to know them a little better.  Humans are so fascinating and exotic.”  He gives you another flirty wink while he gets weird looks from all adjacent classmates.  You nearly blanch.

“Hey! How old are you? You don’t look as old as the other schoolfeeders,” asks a shorter troll boy whose fluffy hair obscured his eyes and seems to be holding a hotdog sandwich.  Doesn’t this little guy know that eating in class is a no-no?

You answer his question anyway, being mindful to give your age both in years and sweeps.  And to make up for your lousy entrance, you also mentioned your university level knowledge in your subject.  Nothing like a little bragging ought to nurse your bruised ego, and maybe to make you look a little less lame than usual.

“So you’re in a similar age as us and are officially qualified to professionally teach a class,” a boy with product-infused hair swooping over one side of his face says as he examined you with a scrutinizing gaze from his seat.  “I must say, that’s rather impressive, even on Alternia.  Though it’s also pretty obvious that the higher-ups of this schoolfeeding facility are getting desperate and running out of ideas.”

“Kinda makes you wonder if this is all for real,” says a girl with hooked horns and dyed blue hair with an undercut, leaning back on her seat with her boot-clad feet on the desk.

“I assure you that Mx. Reader’s credentials are all valid,” says Ms. Maryam.  “Remember, they may be the same age as you, but you must treat them with proper respect as an authority figure, understand?” The class answered her with a chorus of varying but unenthusiastic agreement.

“Alright, now that you’re acquainted, I believe it’s time for class.”  The adult jade troll turned to you.  “You can take it from here, Mx. Reader.”  Oh, okay…  She turns and exits the room.  Great, now you’re all alone and at the mercy of forty unpredictable alien kids.

You nervously make your way behind the teacher’s desk and set and open textbook upon it. You put on your best professional face.  You will not be laughed at again; you’ve got to take this seriously.  You tell the class to turn to a specific page of their textbooks and go up to the chalkboard to write something.  However, it seems that there has been a bit of an oversight on your part.

You’re too short to reach the top of the board.

Your blush as you hear giggles from behind.  You don’t blame them—standing on your tiptoes and stretching your arm up in a useless effort must look really funny.  But then, out of nowhere, you feel your stomach clench and your feet leave the ground.  You go up and up until you make it to the appropriate height you had been aiming for.  This isn’t your doing at all.  You’d know if you used majyyk to float, but in the few seconds of that moment, it felt like you just stepped into a strong breeze.

You turn your head slightly and take a glance back at the class.  You notice flashes of cyan and blue coming from the troll boy with the coat, which turned out to be coming from his eyes.  He’s holding up one hand and you could see his fingertips emit similar colored sparks.  You realize that this must be the work of psionics.  You’ve learned that some trolls, particularly the ones in the burgundy and gold caste, have powerful psychic powers.  Now that you think about it, maybe you’re not the only peculiar one in this school after all.

He notices you looking at him and he gives you a thumbs up with his other hand while smiling.  You thank him silently and move on with the lesson.  Your heart feels lighter at how easy things are going.  The troll kids are nice to you so far.  Maybe it has something to do with your age like Ms. Maryam said.

However, as with all good things, your revelry comes to an end when pain strikes the back of your head and you start to fall.  You cry out, but quickly catch yourself with a quick floatation spell and make a soft landing back on the floor.  You look around and back to the class and at the goldblood kid who catches your gaze and shakes his head in adamant denial.  By the looks of it, he is just as surprised as you are and it broke his concentration on you which caused your fall.  You turn back around to the board, deciding it was for the best to just keep going like nothing happened. . . until it happens again… twice.

You’re hit with such force that your forehead slams on the chalkboard.  The giggles resumed.  You step away, rubbing your aching forehead.

“Is there something wrong, teacher?” You hear Bronya ask.  You tell her that there are things that keep flying at you.  She immediately casts an admonishing look at Kuprum and Folykl, who quickly catch on.

“Don’t… look at us…” says Folykl.

“We already did our share of pranks,” Kuprum follows.

Bronya turns away, begrudgingly deeming them honest.  She then leans forward on her seat to look at someone at the far end of her row.  “Cirava, did you use your psionics against the schoolfeeder?”

Yet another goldblood troll looks her way with a half-lidded neon green eye at the mention of her name.  They had short messy hair that stuck out at different directions.  Like the other goldbloods, they had four horns—two of which go straight up and curve a little outward near the top and ended in two pointy prongs.  A triangular eyepatch hides and injury in their other eye if the prominent gold veins on that side of their face are to be referenced.

They speak in a relaxed almost sleepy tone.  “Nah, my dude.  My psionics haven’t worked right since I took out my eye.”  You look at them, utterly mortified.  How and why would anyone mutilate themselves like that was beyond you.

“I see,” Bronya says in understanding.  She then turns around to ask the last remaining psionic kid.  The short stocky one sitting next to her wasn’t one despite being also goldblooded, guess not all of them can have super cool powers.  “Well, Azdaja?”

Azdaja began shaking his head once more.  “I didn’t do it.  I was helping, remember?”

Bronya furrowed her brow.  “Then who did?”

“You’re asking me?”

“Hey! Leave him alone,” the buff-bodied girl next to him shouted.  “Daja didn’t do shit wrong! Calm your rumble spheres, fussyfangs!” Bronya turned away with a huff.

“It’s probably Dammek,” said the girl with the dyed hair.  “He’s sorta paranoid so he tends to go around testing people.”  Dammek glared her way, upset at being downright outed.  “He’s was mostly the reason we had gone through several schoolfeeders befo—Ack!” An unknown projectile hits the side of her head and makes her flinch.  She glares back at him, baring her sharp teeth.

“You wanna go, Elwurd?” he asks.

You start to get nervous.  You’re really not keen on having another fight in your class.  And Ms. Maryam isn’t around this time to help you out.

Ding… dong… dong… ding…

Whew! Saved by the bell.  Thank gog.  You’re not sure how you would have done should things got out of hand.

You check your watch for the time.  It’s high noon, which means it’s lunchtime! The kids get up from their seats and start heading for the door as you gather your things from the teacher’s desk.

You notice something on the floor next to your foot.  You bend down and pick it up out of curiosity and look at it closely.  It was white with brushes of gray and felt rubbery to the touch. It’s an eraser, or a chunk of an eraser broken off from a larger whole.  You think back to several minutes ago, put two and two together and grimace.  This tiny thing almost gave you a concussion.

“Hello there~” You hear a suave voice coming from nearby.  You turn and see one the flashlight-horned troll boy standing in front of you.  You wonder if he needs something.

“I can’t help but realize that you might be all alone during this midday meal hour,” he said, sidling up to you and getting a little too close for comfort.  “Have you been given a tour of our fine schoolfeeding facility yet? If not, then I’m more than happy to volunteer.  I’ve been around for a while and I know every hidden cranny.  I can show them to you if you want, and perhaps get to know each other while we’re at it?” Oh gog, this is just like your Japanese animes—except it’s real and not as romantically exciting as you thought it would be!

“Move aside, Troll Romeo!” Flirtyboy let out a grunt when he was shoved away from you.  Thank goodness for that.

“Hey teach, you wanna have lunch with us?” Elwurd presence replaces Romeo’s (is that even his real name?) albeit at a more acceptable distance.  “I bet you still got no clue where the nutrition block is in this place.  Why don’t you come with me and Cirava and we’ll show you?” Cirava waves at you from their spot a foot away.

You take a moment to ponder on her offer.  There wasn’t much time for a grand tour when you and Mr. Vantas stepped out of the airport and quickly got marched to your class.  You nod.  It would be nice to have company.  Fortunately, you needn’t worry about any kind of stigma associated with anything beyond the acceptable student-teacher relationship.  You may be the teacher, but it doesn’t take away the fact that you and your students are all about the same age.

Elwurd beams.  “Cool! Let’s go.”  The two troll girls walk with you on both your sides like a pair of bodyguards.  Boy, this day just keeps getting better.  The day wasn't over yet and you're already making friends with your students.  Was it because your'e a teacher? Ah, who cares? You're happy!

You go ahead and take the first to step out of the classroom.

“Ah, Reader! There you are.”  You hear Mr. Vantas’ voice call out to you, and sure enough, there he is coming at you down the hall.  And he isn’t alone—there’s another adult troll behind him.  She was a lady like Ms. Maryam, though younger and a has a little wild look on her.  Her hair was long and a little messy, though you could clearly make out her horns that look like cat ears.  Her casual business attire has mostly olive colors.

“Welp, it looks like there some important schoolfeeder biz about to go down,” says Elwurd.  “Looks like we’re gonna have to cancel our lunch date.  Maybe next time.”  She gives you finger-guns and a wink before leaving.

“Later!” Cirava bids, following behind Elwurd.  You wave them goodbye.

“Reader, would you care to join us for lunch?” Mr. Vantas asks as he and his friend stop to talk to you.  “I know you’re young, but we’re still colleagues.  Also, Dolorosa insisted that we invite you along in case you have any questions.”

Dolo—who?”

“Oh, sorry. I meant Ms. Maryam.”  Isn’t her name ‘Porrim’?

“It’s more of a title. Like mine is ‘Signless’.  It’s… a weird troll thing…”  Right.

“Wow, is this the wriggler teacher mew told me about?” asks the lady troll, gaping at you with wide eyes.

“Yes, they are,” Mr. Vantas replies.  “Also, maybe if you—”

“Eeeeeeeeeeeee! Mew’re so cute!” The lady troll cried while hugging the life out you with your face pressing on to her chest.  Did she just use cat puns?

Mr. Vantas gives her a dry look that goes unnoticed.  “I can’t believe a tiny kitten like you is a teacher in our school! Oh-em-gee!” Several students lingering the hall watch with amusement as she goes on to pinching and squishing your cheeks in her alien hands like a lump of toy slime.

Uhh…

“Meulin, please stop.  You’re embarrassing them,” Mr. Vantas admonishes her.  She pouts a little, but does as he says.  “Sorry about that,” he apologizes to you on her behalf.  You tell him you’re fine.  Hopefully the slight swelling of your abused cheeks would go down in time for your next class.  And yes, joining them for lunch sounds like a swell idea.  You could ask for pointers in teaching.

“That great! Shall we go then?” You nod and take your place between the two adults like you had with Elwurd and Cirava.

Being the big school Alterra Academy is, there’s no doubt that their facilities like the cafeteria would also be big.  Though to you, it isn’t such a big deal.  The dining hall at SUIT was just as big.  The difference between that and the academy cafteria is the contemporary design versus the old ancient castle look.  There are kitchen installations lined along two ends of the facility and some stalls that serve all kinds of food, including Alternian fare.  You and your colleagues go and order some food and head to the Staff Lounge where all the other teachers and some other members of the school staff congregate on their breaks to escape from the kids and relax for at least an hour everyday.

“It looks like you’re getting along with Class 413,” Mr. Vantas says after sitting down on a cushy chair.  Meulin, or Ms. Leijon the Literary Arts teacher as she introduced herself, sat on another next to him.  “How was your first class? Was there any trouble?” You have half a mind to tell him all that happened, but you also didn’t want to come off as whining.  So you tell him that it was a success and everyone was so well behaved and nice.

“Whoa, really?” he asks.  “That’s new.  All the other teachers who tried to handle that class usually ran out crying or furious around the first quarter of class time.  I even tried, but…”

Ms. Leijon beside him giggles.  “He ended up unleashing a vast expletive at the class after half an hour.  It was so loud, some teachers poked their heads out of their classrooms to see what was going on--myself included.  After that, he walked out and lamented to Dolorosa what he did.”

“Don’t tell him that, Meulin.  The last thing I want is to have Reader get a bad impression of me.”  S he stuck her tongue out at him in a playful manner.  “I still can’t believe I lost my patience so easily.  Perhaps my time at the flogging jut has changed me.”  His expression turns somber. Ms. Leijon takes one of his hands in hers and give it a gentle reassuring squeeze.  Flogging? Was he involved with shady characters who he got on the bad side of?

“No, nothing like that,” Mr. Vantas says.  “Though to the Alternian ruling class, I might as well have. Not that it mattered much since I shouldn’t have lived in the first place.”

How come?

Mr. Vantas looks at you square in the eye.  “As you may or may not know, the planet Alternia is ruled by the hemospectrum.  Those in the warm end scrounge whatever they can to live by while being under the cruel thumb of the blueblood nobility.  Though in every generation of trolls laid by the Mother Grub, there’d be outliers—mutants—who don’t belong anywhere in the hemospectrum.  I was one such mutant.”

You raise an eyebrow and your eyes dart back and forth between him and Ms. Leijon.  Other than the obvious differences between them due to their genders, you don’t really see anything different about Mr. Vantas… unless, he’s got some weird appendage hiding under his clothes.

“I can tell you’re skeptical, and I don’t blame you,” he continues.  “Most mutations are often visible like an extra pair of eyes, or limbs, or whatever else that’s atypical of a certain caste.  Any troll grub who hatch with such mutations are often culled to keep the gene pool pure. Though there are cases, such as in goldbloods, where mutations are given a free pass as they are deemed useful by the regime.  In my case, however, the mutation is in my blood.”

Why? What’s wrong with his blood? Does he have a disease?

Mr. Vantas gave a low chuckle at your assumptions.  “No, it has more to do with the color.  You see, rather than a deep rust as dictated by the hemospectrum, my blood is a bright crimson like you humans have.  Since it was outside the hemospectrum, it marked me as a mutant and therefore have to be culled.  It was only through the kindness of the Dolorosa, my jadeblood mother, that my life was spared.  However, in doing so, she had to leave the brooding caverns in order to properly care for me.  From then on, we lived as nomads—never staying in any place for too long to avoid the risk getting my blood discovered and culled for it by the highbloods.  But as I grew older, I became more aware of the cruel and unjust way of life for lowbloods.  I thought to myself, there has to be a better way to live—where all would care for one another regardless of blood.  Soon, I began having vision of such a life, and started to spread the word. Before long, I gained followers.”

You nodd in understanding as you listen to him relay his life story to you.  So it turns out that the Dolorosa, who is Ms. Maryam, adopted and raised Mr. Vantas who grew up to become some kind of activist.

Though his story was compelling, you have a feeling that it wouldn’t have a happy ending.

“And of course, as with all good things in Alternia, it never meant to last or make a difference.  To make an already long story short, word got to the highbloods about my ‘radical’ ideals and deemed it a threat to the system, thus I got captured.  I was sentenced to death both as a mutant and a rebel, then tied me up on the flogging jut with burning shackles.  I was continuously beaten until my so-called heretical blood was let for all to see.  As I faded into unconsciousness, my final thought was that it was finally the end for me; I’d die without having realized my dream.  However, after what felt like eons, I found myself waking surrounded by friends and family.  I thought I had truly died, but the stinging pain of my wounds told me otherwise.  Later, I found out that one of my distant followers started a riot that allowed for our escape from the empire in a stolen battleship.”

At that point, a familiar motherly voice decided to chime in to add her bit.  “Finding your planet was something that happened by chance,” she says.  “We didn’t know where we were going.  All that mattered was to get away from the reaches of the Empire as quickly as possible.  There were a few hundred of us cramped in a battleship flying through space.  By the time we found Earth, we have exhausted most of our rations.”  You look up to see Ms. Maryam standing behind your chair.  “Once we realized that the blue and green planet ahead of us was capable of sustaining life, we immediately went full speed ahead and soon crashed.  Many of us perished, but thanks to the helpful efforts of a certain human, many were also saved.  And the rest, as you humans say, is history.”

Okay, the story did have a happy ending after all.  Though you were so preoccupied by the story that you didn’t realize when Ms. Maryam arrived.  How long has she been there?

“Just enough to hear Kankri tell you about the aftermath of his failed execution,” she replies, moving to take a seat next to you.

“What took mew so long, Dolorosa? Lunch period is halfway over,” asks Ms. Leijon.

Ms. Maryam gave a little sigh.  “Well, I went to invite a certain someone to join us while we get properly acquainted with our new teacher,” she looks at you, “but he seemed to be too absorbed in his work to move.  He didn’t seem to be interested on meeting them either, so I let him be.  It’s quite a shame.”

Welp, that can’t be helped.  You know better than to assume that everyone would be excited or curious enough to see a kid teacher.  All that’s left to do is enjoy your now cold lunch with your new colleagues.

“Oh, right. I almost forgot,” Mr. Vantas says while he and Ms. Leijon open up theirs.  “Say, while we’re at it, how about you tell us more about how your first class went.”

And so you spent the rest of the hour relishing the company of your fellow educators.

EXTRA

ALTERRA ACADEMY CLASS 413 ROSTER

(SPEAKING ROLES ONLY/NO PARTICULAR ORDER)

Student numbers are in accordance to Troll Call order of introduction + Dammek and Xefros

Name: Bronya Ursama

Student #: 32

Blood Color: Jade

Sign: Virus

Extra-curricular/s: Grubsitters Club, Class President (?)

Uniform Discrepancy/ies: None

~oOo~

Name: Folykl Darane

Student #: 13

Blood Color: Gold

Sign: Gemittarius

Extra-curricular/s: Pranksters’ Gambit Club

Uniform Discrepancy/ies: Unbuttoned blazer, nonexistent tie, pants rather than skirt, lacking presence of appropriate footwear

Note: Never separate from Kuprum

~oOo~

Name: Kuprum Maxlol

Student #: 14

Blood Color: Gold

Sign: Gemnius

Extra-curricular/s: Prankster’s Gambit Club

Uniform Discrepancy/ies: Unbuttoned blazer, Loose tie, messy untucked shirt

Note: Never separate from Folykl

~oOo~

Name: Dammek ??????

Student #: 1

Blood Color: Bronze

Sign: Taurcer

Extra-curricular/s: Alterra Middle School Rock Band (Grubbles)

Uniform Discrepancy/ies: Inappropriate eyewear

~oOo~

Name: Konyyle Okimaw

Student #: 36

Blood Color: Olive

Sign: Lepia

Extra-curricular/s: Alterra MMA Club

Uniform Discrepancy/ies: Torn off sleeves on both blazer and shirt

~oOo~

Name: Ardata Carmia

Student #: 27

Blood Color: Cerulean

Sign: [Blocked by smudge on page]

Extra-curricular/s: Audio Visual Club, Social Media Streamers Club

Uniform Discrepancy/ies: Cape over uniform

~oOo~

Name: Skylla Koriga

Student #: 12

Blood Color: Bronze

Sign: Taurist

Extra-curricular/s: Agriculture Research Society

Uniform Discrepancy/ies: Cowboy boots

~oOo~

Name: Zebruh Codakk

Student #: 34

Blood Color: Indigo

Sign: Sagimino

Extra-curricular/s: Strolling Club

Uniform Discrepancy/ies: Bow tie in place of standard tie, blazer tied around waist, shirt sleeves rolled to elbows

Note: In case of emergency, call the Academy Security Hotline.

~oOo~

Name: Tagora Gorjek

Student #: 26

Blood Color: Teal

Sign: Liga

Extra-curricular/s: Alterra Future Business Leaders, Class Treasurer

Uniform Discrepancy/ies: Pinstripe pants

Note: If he tries to offer something, politely decline even if in dire need.

~oOo~

Name: ?????? Elwurd

Student #: 21

Blood Color: Cerulean

Sign: Scornius

Extra-curricular/s: Strolling Club

Uniform Discrepancy/ies: Skinny jeans and combat boots under skirt

~oOo~

Name: Cirava Hermod

Student #: 25

Blood Color: Gold

Sign: Gemrius

Extra-curricular/s: Vaporwave Appreciation Society

Uniform Discrepancy/ies: Disheveled ‘not even trying’ look, gray leggings, inappropriate footwear

~oOo~

Name: Azdaja Knelax

Student #: 35

Blood Color: Gold

Sign: Gemra

Extra-curricular/s: Alterra Anime Afficionados Association (A4)

Uniform Discrepancy/ies: Mustard yellow overcoat in lieu of school blazer

~oOo~

Name: Diemen Xicali

Student #: 11

Blood Color: Burgundy

Sign: Arrius

Extra-curricular/s: Alterra Gastronauts

Uniform Discrepancy/ies: None

ALTERRA ACADEMY FACULTY & STAFF DOSSIER

Name: Meulin “The Disciple” Leijon

Age: 15 solar sweeps/33 years

Blood Color: Olive

Occupation: Signless’ most devoted follower/girlfriend, Academy Literature Teacher

Notes:

-Gratuitous cat puns

-Likes to ship even as an adult

-Furiously studies and compares human and troll literature

[ijungkooki]

Hi!! Can I request the RFA crew and none of them have released their identities to mc. Mc then goes on about being in love with them not realizing they are in the chat (ex: mc sees zen in a magazine and comments in the group of how much she likes him but the group doesn't tell her zen is the chat) if that makes sense. I'm sorry if it's confusing 😓

 aaaahhhhhhhh sorry this is so late! i’ve been so busy with ap tests :( but this was so much fun to write!!!

Not Recognizing the RFA

Yoosung:

You told the RFA how there was this really cute boy in your biology class

He was kinda adorkable and overall really sweet and you really like that about him

When someone asked what school you went to you told them SKY University

Seven immediately asks what your crush’s name was and you told them it was Yoosung

CUE INTENSE BLUSHING FROM YOOSUNG

Zen and Seven thought it would be funny to keep it a secret that the Yoosung you liked was also reading this entire conversation

After that chat, Yoosung gained a little more confidence in talking to you in person

He ended up being a little flirty with you omg this lil bean

Every time you spoke to each other, you gushed to everyone in the messenger about him

You go on a really cute study/coffee date!!!!!!!

zen and seven congratulate yoosung on becoming a man lol

When the day of the party arrives, Yoosung is super nervous but also really excited to see the look on your face

You get to the party and meet everyone but you notice they all have that mischievous smile

You realize there’s a member missing

*a wild Yoosung appears!* lol wHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

“Surprise! I’ve been an RFA member all along and I’ve been reading everything you ever said about me hahahaha……………”

He’s red in the face and you’re red in the face and the members are placing bets on who’s gonna make the first move lol

After the initial shock, you both start laughing and you end up staying by each other’s side the whole time

The party ends and he gives you a goodbye kiss jasfhsjaikd

Zen and Jaehee just won 50 bucks lol

Zen:

Your friend introduced you to some musical that starred Zen in it and you were immediately head over heels for him

When you told the RFA about this new up and coming actor, Jaehee started fangirling

She starts going on about Zen and recommends some of his musicals and sends photos of him to you

Meanwhile, Zen is watching this convo unfold all while smiling really smug to himself

He decides to have a little fun by pretending to not be the actor you currently have a gigantic crush on and may or may not actually be falling in love with

Also he can’t pass up an opportunity to talk about himself amirite

at this point, everyone but jaehee and zen have left the chat

He’ll send selfies of you claiming they’re secret photos he got off the internet and your heART GOES HAYWIRE

Zen is having fun with this

He ends up surprising you by telling you he scored front row tickets to his new show

You. Are. Dead.

You ask him how on earth he got tickets but he just says he has connections somehow or somethin idk

He thinks it’s really cute that you’re such a big fan of him

But he especially loves how it’s not just for his looks! You also admire his talent and how kind and devoted he is to his fans!

That’s how he falls for you but he doesn’t know if you’ll love him back or just remain a fan

Come the party day and he’s a little nervous to meet you

When you see him, you start freaking out because how did Zen end up at this party?!!?!?!!?1?1

He starts laughing as he explains that he was a member of the RFA

you nearly faint bc omg the amount of embarrassing things that you said

After letting the news sink in, he proclaims his love for you

You’re super happy because of course you love him too because you were able to get to know the real Zen in the chat and not just the actor

When you tell him that, he is sososososo happy!!!!

Jaehee:

You met this really cute girl at a coffee shop one day 

She was in a rush but she made quick small talk with you but you never got her name

When you told the RFA about her, you were super blushy and everything awww

But Jaehee is a super smart girl so she was able to kinda put two and two together and figure out that she was the one you met

Now she’s getting all blushy bc “wat MC likes me??? she thinks i’m cute?!!?!?”

Since that day, she makes an effort to go to the same cafe at the same time in hopes of meeting you again

And you’re doing the same thing so you end up meeting each other every day

You two claim it’s just a “coincidence”

calling u on ur bullshit

The both of you end up developing HUGE crushes on each other it’s adorable

Everyone in the RFA is rooting for you two lol

Especially Zen and he’s also trying to be that lowkey wingman for baehee in the chat without revealing who she really is

You thought it would be a good idea to invite Jaehee to the party

She accepts while trying to hide her laugh bc little did you know

The day arrives and you’re nervous to finally meet the RFA but even more nervous bc oh god Jaehee is gonna be there too you gotta look nice

You spot Jaehee right away and you give her a big hug before leading her around and trying to find the RFA

You see a group of men walk up to you and they introduce themselves as the RFA

You introduce Jaehee as the girl you’ve been talking about

“MC, there’s no need to introduce me. I already know them.”

lol wut

She giggles and explains that she is the other member and you nearly faint you’re so embarrassed

She takes your hand in hers and says, “Don’t worry, MC. I happen to like you a lot too.”

Jumin:

You had recently gotten a job at the C&R Company and had coincidentally been placed to work in the same department as Jumin’s

Despite the rumors and the crazy amount of workload, you had slowly started to develop some feelings for him

You never really saw him that much since he was so busy

But when you did, your heart would beat like crazy even though you knew that being with him would probably never happen in a billion years

So you vented to the chatroom one day after having a run-in with Jumin

You told them how you had started to fall for him even though you knew her could never have feelings for you

Jaehee was stunned

Yoosung and Seven fucking lost it

Zen nearly s c r e a m e d

When Jumin read your messages, he was shocked to say the least

How funny that the MC he’s falling for is also in love with him without realizing it

He immediately looked up your employee info so he could have a little fun with this 

The next day at work, you were surprised to run into Jumin but even more so that he decided to actually have a conversation with you that didn’t involve work

He was a lot nicer and relaxed and smiled more than before

You told the members about the interaction while Jumin fucking smirked the entire time

This continued for a while, him randomly running into you at work and chatting while you silently died inside

same mc same

Party day arrives and you’re looking around for the members when BAM

juMiN iS HeRE?!?!1/!?!!?

You slowly make your way towards him and the small group he was talking to

He sees you and smiles

“Ah MC, it’s so good to see you again. Let me introduce you to the other RFA members.”

“O-Other members?”

The gears start working in your head before you realize that Jumin was a member

Which meant he read all your messages

Which also meant that today was your death day

He laughs at your expression when you figure it out but reassures you that the feelings are mutual

You both smile at each other as he kisses you on the cheek

meanwhile zen is now officially screaming

Seven:

The agency you worked for partnered you up with Seven for a mission

Agents 606 and 707: The best hacker and best field operative the agency has

also fucking badass holy shit i might write a fic

Ever since your successful mission, you two have been partners on every single one following that

While kicking ass, you had slowly started to develop feelings for him

When you joined the RFA, everyone introduced themselves except for one who was a hacker

To you, it made sense that he had to hide his identity

Also for some strange reason, this hacker reminded you of Seven hmmmmmmmmmmm i wonder why

You introduced yourself to the group, though, and Seven nearly choked on the chips he was eating

As the days passed by, you grew more comfortable with the group and eventually told them about the troubles in your love life

You told them how you had fallen for your partner but you didn’t think he loved you back because he tends to push you away sometimes

Seven: Dead.

Little did you know that he was in love with you too

The reason why he pushes you away was because he didn’t think that you loved him

Since then, Seven has started to open up a bit more around you and you were really happy with that

In classic Seven-fashion, he thinks it would be hilarious if he kept it a secret that he was an RFA member

The day of the party arrives and you’re about to leave when you run into Seven

“Where you going?” He asks you

“Heading off to the party with the RFA. I told you about them, remember? See you later!”

yes you will lololol

When you meet everyone at the party, you’re all happy to finally meet each other 

But you notice that your new hacker friend was missing

In the corner of your eye, you see a flash of red and immediately recognize it as Seven

You confront him and ask him how and why he’s at the party

“For the agency’s best spy, you’re really bad at recognizing people.”

Putting two and two together, you realize that he was the last member of the RFA

*cue you slapping him repeatedly on the shoulder as he laughs his fucking ass off*

[thirstyfortom]

Ahhh! I've been looking for a blog with open requests thank you thank you! Can I have RFA +Saeran walking in on MC playing an instrument like really well? Like she'd been hiding it but they Caught her? Thank you! I would love you 5ever lololol

Maybe this isn’t as fluffy as you wanted, I tried to give MC some motivation for not wanting to play, and some of them are kinda sad, but I hope you still enjoy this!

RFA + Saeran reacting to MC playing an instrument really well

Zen

You told him you used to play violin as a kid, but never showed him, alleging you were rusty

It was one of his rehearsals on stage, you were watching this in your seat

When there was a problem with the sound system, the pre-recorded soundtrack from one of the song wasn’t working

He immediately looks at you and tells somebody in the staff to get a violin asap

“Come on, babe! You’ve got this!” “Zen, it’s been too long! It will sound awful!” “So my melodic and soothing voice will muffle any bad sounds. Please? I just need something to set the mood for my solo!”

How can you say ‘no’ to his pleading eyes? You agree hesitatingly. The staff guy hands you a violin.

Zen starts to sing as you gently move the bow on the violin’s chords. It starts a little rough, but you get used to it pretty quickly.

Everybody is staring at you, and Zen stops singing to watch you. Shit! Is it that bad? You stop immediately, puzzled.

“Babe, it’s wonderful!” he hugs you, and all the staff go “awwwww”.

Now he never rehearses his songs without your violin soundtrack.

Yoosung

You showed him photos of when you used to be on marching band at school

Yeah, he always wondered why there was a big tuba hidden on your closet, he never thought you actually played it, this thing seems so big for you

He begs you to play a little for him, you refuse telling how long has it been, you probably don’t even know how to do this anymore.

So he takes the tuba and tries to blow, it’s so cute because he’s so red and it can’t even make a sound.

He tries and tries, but bless his heart, he’ll pass out due to lack of oxygenation on the brain if he keeps going with this.

So you gently take the tuba and give him a few tips about how to properly breathe and how to place your lips correctly, showing him to do it in the process.

Then you realize you’re actually playing the tuba, and he’s watching you with all the attention in the world.

Did he just trick you to play to him? Oh, behind that cute face, there’s a mischievous brain…

“Oh, I think I got it, MC. Let me try again!” Nah, not really, he really just wanted to learn how to play.

He manages to make a very weak sound to come out of the tuba, and you aren’t even able to tease him as how much he’s celebrating to his little improvement.

Jaehee

She notices you have the tendency of drumming your fingers on the table, you always apologize if it’s annoying her

But it’s never annoying, because it sounds really rhythmical, as if you knew exactly how to drum.

She asks you and you shyly explain you used to play drum, actually, you were on a band in high school

You showed the photos and she loves it, you looked really cool back then, she would never say it out loud, but you looked “badass”

She wants to see you play so much, but you brush it off telling your old drum is at your parent’s place and you’re very rusty.

But she keeps begging, and you’re such a sucker when she pleads you just like that. Also, it’s a great excuse to take her to meet your parents lolololol

So there you are in your old room, she can’t hold back a chuckle seeing all the rock band posters, you were so different back then…

But yeah, probably not that different when you hit the drumsticks against each other says: “1… 2… 1, 2, 3, 4!” and start playing.

You even get a little cocky twirling one of the drumsticks in the palm of your hand before hitting the drums. You just really want to impress her.

Your father knocks at the door telling you to shut it down, and you immediately stop, he thinks you’re obeying him, but you just stopped to make out with your girlfriend.

Yeah, nothing much changed since you were a teenager, after all.

Jumin

C & R just bought a record company, the fist artists to sign up are this rock band

Even though he hates it, Jumin is doing PR and meeting the guys, he brought you along to make this bearable

You’re trying so hard not to fangirl, you love this band and are so happy they are making a comeback under your fiancée’s label record!!!

Jumin is bored as shit, but he keeps smiling and posing to the photos with the band.

One of the photographers suggests he should hold the bass, he refuses and passes it to you. “Here, why don’t you do it?” you look at him, puzzled.

You awkwardly take the bass and run your fingers on the chords, it’s been a while… “Do you play?” one of the guys in the band asks.

“She used to.” Jumin answers for you “See how it feels natural on her hands?” you’re blushing hard, it’s too hard to handle this interaction between your fiancée and the guy you used to have this huge crush when you were younger, and they’re talking about you!

The guys keep encouraging you to play a little, and how wouldn’t you do it? All the men you love are expecting this from you! So you play a famous bass line from one of their band’s songs.

The guys are cheering you and Jumin smiles softly. You told him how you had to sell your bass to pay a few bills and how much you missed to play it.

Luckily enough, now you’re earning this bass with the autographs from all the band’s members a a gift. Jumin can’t hold back his own smile seeing you so happy.

But his smile fades away as the guys get too excited about you, telling they want to take you on tour and everybody would pay attention to a bass player like you.

You smile politely, step away a little and hold Jumin’s hand. He’s not the rock star of your teenage dreams, he’s just… something even better. And you’re more into private jam sessions right now, with just you fiancée as your audience.

Saeyoung

Due to the background check, he is pretty aware of your passion for jazz and how you used to play the sax when you were a teenager.

He didn’t find any videos of you playing, though. What a shame…

But he knows you keep a sax on your closet, and he’s dying to watch you perform a little to him.

You are not sure what you’re looking at when he invites you to come over. He’s wearing a black beret, round shaped glasses, a black turtleneck sweater and black pants.

“MC, I would be so glad if we could inspire each other. I wrote this spoken word piece, would you play a little?”

“Saeyoung, it’s been so long.” “Oh, but what is time, MC? If nothing but this old man holding his pocket watch, watching us through his thick lens of despair, despairing at how much time he lost without living the fullest…” he talks dramatically, doing some contemporary dance moves with his arms.

Yeah, you have nothing to say, better put your lips on the sax’s mouthpiece and go along with whatever he’s trying to do.

As he keeps reciting something about space cats and salty and sweet flavors of HBC and Dr. Pepper dancing in his mouth, you just focus on playing the sax.

Why did you ever stop doing this? Yeah, maybe you couldn’t be a pro as you wished, but playing just for fun is awesome too, you shouldn’t have been so hard on yourself.

Saeyoung apparently agrees, as he’s watching you, mesmerized. He even stopped reciting his great poem just to listen to you and be transported to New Orleans, circa 1922.

When you finish, he’s applauding you. This will definitely be the main subject on his next poem.

Saeran

He also has a background check of you, and he knows you play piano! He even managed to get some videos of you doing recitals as a kid and as a teenager.

He lost count of how many times he watched those, and every single time, he whispered to himself: “So… fucking… cute!”

He would love to watch you live, but how could he manage to get a piano?

You’re organizing a RFA party, the first one since he officially joined the organization, he doesn’t care about anything , he just wants a piano at the party.

As the party is happening, you keep watching the piano player, Saeran notices and observes your fascinated face, you look like you’re on a trance.

“You alright?” “Yeah, sure, it’s just… I used to play piano to my sister when she was alive. I… didn’t feel like playing when she left. Is this silly?” oh… now he feels like an asshole, this piano is giving you bad memories!

“No, It’s not silly, I guess…” “Yeah… so hey, let’s get back to work!” and then everything felt wrong about that piano there. Shit, what was he thinking? He really thought you would just see the piano and feel this urge to play it? Stupid! That’s what he gets from daydreaming so much about you.

When the party is over, you two are working on make sure everything turned out as planned. He sees the empty room, and the piano there… ugh, he feels sick! And he can’t even look at you.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” “I’m sorry about the piano thing, okay? I thought you would like to play as soon as you would see it, I didn’t know, I…” “Hey, it’s fine! Don’t worry!”

You chuckle “That’s why you were so insistent on the piano?” he’s blushing. And he’s even redder when you sit on the bench. “Any requests from the audience?”

“Hey! You don’t need to do this for me! Come on!” “Nah, I want to, it’s been a while I don’t play to someone who’s so willing to listen. So… got any request?”

He loves everything you play, and he catches himself sitting beside you, completely hypnotized by your focused eyes and your agile fingers.

But what he really likes is when you teach him to play a few notes of “Three Blind Mice”. Your sister always smiled when you played this one, it was almost like the smile you’re receiving right now from him. Turning bad memories into good ones is so overwhelming.