#slight teasing

[maiiruo]

20 minutes.

nsfw ahead !

nanami was always precise with his time at work, but when it came to you he would drop anything n everything for whatever you wanted.

4:40pm. only 20 minutes until he got home. 20 minutes until you would feel his hands on your waist, your thighs— you could wait 20 minutes, right? wrong. 4:45pm and you’re knuckles deep into your cunt, begging for something — someone, you knew wasn’t home for another 15 minutes. bringing your phone up to your two toned lips, you press the little mic icon to let him know how bad you missed him. how bad you needed him back home.

whimpering through words, you finally click send.“f-fuck— ken p-please… please come back baby..”

kento was always punctual, replying to you in almost a minute — “5 minutes. I’m on my way.”

those 5 minutes felt longer than anything. your eyes on the door, waiting for his car to pull in the driveway, his keys jingling at the door— “baby? where are you?” loosening his tie as he opened the door, he practically bolted for your room — he was just as impatient as you. you knew he left work early, only 10 minutes, but you knew he would use that against you, he knew that’s what you wanted. his figure was so much bigger than yours, shadowing you as he stood over your bed; “you know my shift wasn’t over.. you couldn’t wait 5 minutes?” speaking in such a low voice, yet he still sounded firm in his question. almost shying away, you answered so silently it could be taken as a whisper. “i missed you so so much, baby, i’m sorry” his tired eyes shamelessly undressing you.

condescendingly, he refused to acknowledge your desperation and took his seat at the end of the bed. “oh baby.. you know better than to interrupt my work just because you want me to ruin you, don’t you?” almost immediately, you felt the blood rush to your face and the slick between your thighs grow. watching him through your doe eyes, he beckoned for you to stand between his legs, embarrassing you as you stood with nothing but his shirt and pink, lacy panties. “clothes off, baby.” his voice much more demanding than it was before. almost stalling for time, you fiddled with one of the sleeves of his work shirt; “but—” “but what? you were so brave over the phone, sweetheart. where’s that confidence gone?” you knew you wouldn’t win at this, so, reluctantly, you took off the shirt you were wearing and waited meekly, his eyes scanning your body of the marks he left the last time. “panties too, come on.” you knew what he meant, yet you also knew how humiliating this was — even though the wetness dripping down your thighs said otherwise.

finally standing naked in front of your lover, his hands ran over your waist, grabbing at your hips to help you straddle his thighs. “did you try to cum without me, baby?” in a low whisper, he spoke against your ear so soft you could feel his breath on your skin. nodding gently, you replied in an almost silent voice; “mmhm…i’m sorry ken” his hands, remaining on your hips slowly rocked your cunt back and forth against his thigh, your breath hitching from how bad you waited for this. you wanted more, you wanted that full feeling you couldn’t replicate yourself. “poor baby, interrupting my work just so you could fuck yourself on my thigh?” his voice falsely sympathetic, you tried to reply through muffled whimpers, pleading for him to go faster. “p-please—want more, want you” begging to no avail, your hips bucked faster, your body almost beseeching you to cum while nanami’s hands overpowered you, forcing you to stay at an agonisingly slow pace. in between placing kisses on your chest, he controlled you so easily. “slow, baby. you wanted me here, i’m going to take my time.” you could see the tent in his work pants grow, precum slowly seeping through leaving a wet patch where, he too longed for your pretty cunt around his cock.

what felt like forever finally passed, his hands granting you permission to speed up, to use him for your pleasure. you palmed his cock, dragging your thumb over the patch his precum stained, his pretty lips parting to let out small, low moans from how bad he yearned for this. “f-fuck ken..please, ‘wanna cum, please let me cum, baby.” soft lips that wandered your dark skin— he was enamoured by you, yet he still wanted to tease you for your desperation. his hands coming to a halt, he forced your hips to cease, his eyes meeting yours. “oh, sweetheart, i never said we were finished.” your thighs practically trembling, you looked at his eyes in confusion while he looked at you with condescending sympathy.

still in his work clothes, he lay you on your back to give you what you couldn’t wait 20 minutes for, unbuckling his belt and finally revealing how he needed you just as much as you did.

“legs open, baby. show me how much you missed me.”

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©maiiruo

[theworldofotps]

Holidays (Drabble)

Pairing: Damian Priest x Reader Word Count: 750 Description: Damian takes you home for the holidays despite your desire to be near snow.

Sorry it’s taken ages to finally get another fic out, I just haven’t had the motivation to write anything. Fingers crossed that gets better.

Hope you had lovely holidays if you celebrated or just a nice rest of your 2020.

Thank you to @new-zealand-chic for help with ideas and motivation otherwise this fic never would have gotten finished.

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“Come on y/n it can’t be that bad.”

“But it is! I love waking up on Christmas morning with snow and the chill in the air that causes you to wanna curl up with a hot drink.”

Y/n sighed then looked at her friend.

“But it could be fun besides you can’t tell me the idea of laying on the beach with him doesn’t appeal to you.”

“That’s besides the point.”

Finn tilted his head and watched his friend he was going to pull out the big guns.

“No not besides the point, Damian does so much for you. He’s stayed in the cold when he would have rather been in Florida or home in Puerto Rico. He’s spent the last two holiday seasons with you here in America because he couldn’t fly home. Now he’s asking you to spend just a few days together in his motherland and you don’t want to because you’ll miss the damn snow which you’ll see as soon as you get back.”

Y/n remains silently and lightly dragged her foot along the ground. Put that way she knew that Finn was right. A few days spent with Damian in a place that meant so much to him, it wouldn’t be bad.

“Okay I’ll need you to swing by to water the houseplants and such.”

“You know I got it just like I’ve done before now go tell your boyfriend to book the trip.”

Parting ways with Finn, Y/n heads for her car texting her boyfriend on the way to book the trip.

•

“I can’t believe you’ve never been to the beach in December.”

Damian smiled as he parked the car and adjusted his sunglasses.

“Remember D, not everyone was born where it’s hot during the winter.”

You smiled over at him, he’d been on cloud nine since you had agreed to come on the trip with him. And so far it had been incredible, his family was always so welcoming and loved that you were spending the holidays there.

Grabbing the beach bag you exit the car and after Damian takes your hand the two of you made your way down the sand.

You were surprised from the way Damian spoke you’d think that it would be packed. But it wasn’t, there was only one other person on the beach.

“See isn’t this nicer then not freezing your ass off in the snow mi amor?”

“I suppose so although I do love the snow…I couldn’t see you shirtless if it was cold.”

Damian chuckles at your smirk and nodded his head quickly as he laid out the large beach towel he had.

“Exactly we would both be wrapped in a bunch of layers. But here we’re practically skin to skin, only separated by a few pieces of fabric.”

Laying down Damian pulled you on top of him, his hands roaming your backside. Giving your ass a squeeze he placed a kiss on your shoulder. Biting your lip you shake your head.

“Babe, we can’t do that here.”

“You’re telling me no but with the way your slowly starting to grind on my thigh, I think you want me to take it farther.”

You hadn’t even noticed your hips slightly moving until he mentioned it. Damian chuckled at the shock on your face and took this oppertunity to pull you down for a hot kiss.

“Did you not see the big ass beach umbrella I brought?”

He whispered against your lips.

“Besides we’re pretty much alone that other person left already.”

Damian kissed from your mouth down to your neck leaving kisses against the warm skin. You hadn’t noticed the umbrella until he reached over. Sitting back you watched as he opened then places the umbrella in the sand. It gave a good covering of the two of you. Leaving only your legs exposed.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

“But we both know you want to, besides I did promise you an unforgettable week.”

Flipping you both over Damian now hovered above you, his lips curved into his signature smirk as he carefully parted your legs with his knee.

“Well?”

You sharply inhale when one of his hands slips down between your bodies. A finger tracing your lips through your swimsuit. Whimpering as he slipped it inside the fabric softly circling your clit.

“Please papi, make me feel good.”

Damian chuckled as he leaned down covering your mouth with his. Maybe you could get used to spending the holidays here.

[mrsoharaa]

ᯓ⁠ ❥ Miguel being too cooped up in his office? sweetheart, wear one of his long, white fancy button ups (that you love to wear around your shared apartment, keep the first three buttons undone- trust me) wearing only that and your pretty laced panties (but if you're feeling a bit more petty, wear those gorgeous newly purchased sheer stockings that connect with the matching garter that you had just bought for special occasions!), and portal your way into his office dressed just exactly like that. Strut your hips a bit as you walk, taunt him. Tease him. Make his ass drool and work at whats he's missing (you) out on, for being so encased with his job.

And if that doesn't work (which I'm sure it will hehe) then force your way inbetween his beefy legs, prop yourself onto his desk directly in front of him and spread your pretty legs before him. Watch him immediately silence himself, aimlessly gawking at you with peering eyes scouring hungrily over you. ♡ ୨ৎ

[kybercrystals94]

Embroidered Skulls

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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 20 | Prompt 20: Truth Serum

Rated: G | Words: 1092 | A slight mishap leads to some honest answers. [Character Focus: Tech, Hunter, Echo, Crosshair, Wrecker]

I am steeling my little heart for season 3…so light hearted whump is being served here today ^_^

“Ah, you’re back,” Tech says, glancing up when Hunter and Echo clamber up the ramp of the ship. “Wrecker and Crosshair should be returning in short order as well.”

Hunter and Echo exchange glances, wordless communication flashing between them in microexpressions Tech cannot read.

“Did the extraction go according to plan? Were there any issues?” Tech asks.

Echo stiffens at the question, and Hunter turns away to drop the small crate of serum on one of the crash seats.

“It…went. It was fine,” Hunter says, his back still to Tech. “We’re fine.”

“We’re fine,” Echo agrees with a sharp nod.

Tech narrows his gaze.

“I mean…” Echo continues, looking uncomfortable. “We’re not injured. But there was a mishap.”

“Echo,” Hunter groans.

“A mishap?” Tech presses. “What sort of mishap?”

Echo shifts from one artificial leg to the other. “Well…”

Hunter spins around, pushing Echo aside. “We lost one of the vials. That’s all. It was destroyed.”

“One of the truth serum vials?” Tech keeps himself carefully composed. “Were either of you exposed?”

Hunter huffs, crossing his arms. “Were you exposed?”

“That is not a logical response,” Tech says, deadpan.

“Yeah, well,” Hunter sputters, “Why aren’t you answering the question?”

Tech rolls his eyes. “No. I was not exposed because I wasn’t there. I’m going to assume that you both were exposed which explains why you are behaving erratically.”

“You can’t tell Wrecker or Crosshair,” Echo pleads.

“Echo! Stop talking,” Hunter cries.

“You stop talking,” Echo shoots back. “You’re the one asking Tech if he was exposed to the serum you dropped half a klick away!”

“That’s because someone didn’t make sure the second latch on the crate was secure!”

“Oh, so it’s my fault?”

“Yes!”

“At least we now know that the serum is effective,” Tech sighs, picking up the crate of drugs to stow away before Wrecker inadvertently causes more mayhem.

“Tech,” Hunter cries, trailing after him, “is there an antidote?”

“The effects should wear off on their own with no detriment to your health.”

“But Tech…”

Tech locks up the crate and turns to his brother. “Hunter, do you honestly think I have an antidote to a newly discovered truth serum just lying around in the med kit?”

Hunter hesitates. “Yes?”

“That was a rhetorical question, but I appreciate your honesty,” Tech says with a barely concealed grin as he brushes past Hunter back into the main hold.

“Tech, this isn’t funny!”

“That entirely depends on which side of the argument you’re on,” Tech says. “And I’m sure that Wrecker and Crosshair will be on my side.”

“You can’t tell them!”

“I won’t tell them anything. The two of you on the other hand…”

“Maker, Tech, you have to help us,” Echo says.

A distinct voice bellows outside the ship, “We’re back! Did you miss us?”

Hunter and Echo give Tech an beseeching look, and he almost pities them.

Almost.

Wrecker comes bounding into the ship followed by the much more sedate sniper. Crosshair hits the control to close the door before turning on the group still crowded in the hull. “Is something wrong?” he asks, taking off his helmet.

“Why would something be wrong? Nothing’s wrong,” Hunter says quickly.

Too quickly.

Crosshair smirks. “What did you do?”

Hunter’s jaw tightens, but he keeps his mouth shut.

Crosshair’s gaze slides to Echo. “What did he do?”

“Hunter broke a vial of the truth serum,” Echo says.

Crosshair’s face goes slack with surprise for a moment before a wicked grin curls across his face. “Did he now? That’s unfortunate.”

“What does that mean?” Wrecker asks, looking concerned as he glances between the color drained faces of Echo and Hunter.

“It means that loose lips crash starships, Wrecker,” Crosshair says.

Wrecker looks puzzled for a moment before it clicks, and he smiles broadly. “Ah, I get it.”

“There’s nothing to get,” Hunter snaps. “Tech, get us out of here. We have a mission to complete.”

Tech nods and heads for the cockpit, Echo following closely behind him.

“If you think I’m going to help you not inadvertently answer incessant questions, you are mistaken,” Tech says, settling into the pilot’s chair and flicking switches for the startup sequence.

“How long will it take for this to get out of our systems?” Echo asks.

Tech sighs. “I may know many things, Echo, but even I have my limits. I would need access to the research and chemical makeup of the drug to accurately answer your question.”

“Give me your best guess.”

“You will not like it.”

“Tech!”

“I would estimate that you and Hunter will experience the effects of the drug for approximately one standard week.”

“No! You’re lying!”

Tech smiles. “At least one of us can.”

Echo drops into the copilot’s chair with a growl. “You’re the worst.”

Tech gets them situated in a hyperspace lane before a tangle of cajoling voices approach the cockpit, and Hunter enters followed by Wrecker and Crosshair. Hunter sits down, and turns his chair away from his siblings.

“C’mon, Hunter,” Wrecker says, “Don’t you want to tell us?”

“No!”

Crosshair chuckles. “He’s telling the truth.”

“Shut up, Cross.”

“But really, Hunter, we need to know…where’d you learn how to embroider skulls onto your bandanas? Or do you have them done somewhere? And if that’s the case, then where?”

Hunter decidedly keeps his jaw locked shut.

“It would be more effective if you asked the questions individually,” Tech offers. The look of utter betrayal Hunter shoots him is heartbreaking, but the engineer simply shrugs. “This is a research opportunity I am unwilling to pass up.”

Echo chuckles, drawing Crosshair’s attention. “You know something about this, don’t you?” he asks, pointing at the cyborg accusingly.

Hunter’s eyes widen, and Echo swallows.

“I’m not sure what you’re asking,” Echo says, evading the question carefully.

“Where does Hunter keep his art projects?”

Echo scoffs. “Hunter doesn’t do art projects,” he says, looking relieved. A fatal mistake.

“Where does Hunter keep his embroidery kit?” Tech specifies.

“In a box under the nav computer. There’s a hollow behind the main hard drive,” Echo says.

“Echo!” Hunter gasps.

Crosshair and Wrecker exchange thrilled glances before racing out of the cockpit. Hunter goes after them, ordering them to leave his stuff alone.

“How did you find out about Hunter’s sewing project?” Tech asks wryly.

“Eh, I found it one day when I was doing repairs.”

The two are quite a moment while they listen to the indistinct squabbling and laughter behind them.

“But really, Tech, how long until this stuff wears off?”

END

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[happyk44]

Percy bleaching his hair because he thinks Nico is solely attracted to blondes, based on Jason, Apollo, and Will

Nico bleaching his hair because he thinks Percy is solely attracted to blondes, based on Annabeth and Luke

(Percy laughing because, oh gods no, Nico, I am was attracted to your dad in a major way for years a couple days, being blonde is irrelevant)

(Nico laughing, because, oh gods no, Percy, you were my childhood crush in a major way for years, being blonde is irrelevant)

[wishfuldivine]

I need me some more Gaz being a fucking insufferable Omega when none of his Alphas give him attention?

I can see him being the more annoying type that riles them up instead of the whiney and absolute begging.

With Price, he'll be such an insufferable brat who will hide his cigars with not one ounce of regrets or care.

With Soap, he'll steal all of his hair gels so he couldn't do his stupid Mohawk that he so secretly loved to pull on despite anything.

And with Ghost, poor lieutenant. He would use all of his teas right in front of him. Have the audacity to even hum and nod in approval to the delicious taste.

And the Alphas? After DAYS of their Omega doing that, they still don't break or give a shit. So Gaz has to pout and deal with it.

[sillymarieee]

(Repost because I had to fix something- again XD)

Follow up drawing to the little comic I posted a few days ago (/'v '*) Tina's in for it now— ///

As much as this isn't NSFW, I feel like this specific post is a little suggestive, so please, NO MINORS.

Special thanks to the amazing @laplerthefandomtickler for helping me out with the pose💗

[also-fours]

[77gigabytes]

Welcome Home {Kuroo x Reader}

Secret Agent! Kuroo x Dispatcher! Reader

So, this, uh, somehow, uh, like, quintupled in length from my original note, I don’t know how, but I guess my fingers slipped? Oops?

Kuroo, Bokuto and Iwaizumi are Team 1

You, Akaashi and Oikawa are their dispatchers, respectively

The six of you share a communication channel, but you have a separate one with Kuroo similar to how Akaashi and Bokuto have one, and Oikawa and Iwaizumi have one

Kuroo always teases you through your comms even when the others are listening. You never fail to say something snarky back to him or completely ignore him altogether—

“If I return successfully on this mission, will you give me a welcome back kiss as a reward, Y/N-chan?”

“Tch, as if.”

“Argh, get a room, you two lovebirds, you have a separate channel you know.” Cue Oikawa fake gagging.

– but he always somehow gets sweeter and more sensual when talking on your private channel:

It's super late into the night. Akaashi and Oikawa have gone to sleep and you're borderline dozing off. Your chair is fully reclined and your feet are propped up on the desk.

“Y/N? You still there, sweet?”

You jerk up, your chair almost folding you in half with how fast you tried to straighten it.

Hands flying to the keyboard, looking at each screen you have of their info, vitals, location, supplies, etc., “Yeah? Yeah, what do you need? Are you guys okay?” you make sure everything is still green

“Yeah, we’re good, I just wanted to hear your voice, Kitten.”

Kuroo was always a little more straightforward when it was late at night.

You hum and the heat travels to your cheeks as you recline

You can see him through the CCTV cameras Akaashi got into.

“Talk to me, Y/N-chan… So I don’t fall asleep on these snoring fools.” He chuckles and you see him crossing his hand across his chest.

His voice was much softer than his usual strong and commanding one, but it was nice in your ears, so you closed your eyes and took a breath

“Hmm,” You lean back into your chair, “Did I ever tell you how much I hated you—”

“—I think you say that every day. In fact, sweetheart, at this point, I think you mean I love you.”

You sputter out a disbelieving laugh, “I was going to say how much I hated you for always somehow being higher in rank than me!” You try to defend, “Always beating me by a few points even though I gave my 110 per cent!” your voice slowly rose as you finished the sentence.

Akaashi turns in his temporary futon on the floor between yours and Oikawa’s

Your hand whips to your mouth, but luckily, he’s still fast asleep and Oikawa’s sleeping like a log, sheets ruffled and tangled all sorts of ways around his legs.

“Well, it’s what I like about you.”

You frown, “What? That I can never surpass you?”

You hear his deep but soft rumble of a laugh, “No, sweetheart, the fact that you always give it your all. It’s why I put my full trust in you as my partner behind the scenes. Speaking of which, why did you apply as a dispatcher, anyway? You definitely had the points and the commendations to be out here with me, Kitten.”

“Please, we’d be at each other’s throats if I was out there with you.” You reply without thought, but then mumble into your hand, “Who else was going to watch your back.”

“What was—” static cuts him off

Then a sharp ring in your ear has you whipping the earpieces out of your ears and bouncing on the desk where they eventually roll off to the floor

Even though he teases you so much, you can’t help but worry when you suddenly lose contact with him

“Kuroo? Hey! Do you read me?” All the text on your screen starts turning orange, red and flashing, “Kuroo!”

You shake Akaashi awake and throw a stress ball at Oikawa’s head but eventually have to kick him awake, “Hey, hey, wake up, we’ve lost them, get Ki-chan, Kenma and Kunimi-kun.”

Oikawa’s up and almost sliding the door off of its hinges to get them

Kiyoko-chan, Kenma and Kunimi-kun are assigned to the Intelligence team

they start working on why you’ve lost contact with them, hair all messy from just waking up and eyes half-lidded with sleep

It’s been a full five days since you lost contact. They weren’t even meant to be out there for longer than two days.

Before they left, you optimised their supplies so they wouldn’t be slowed down by the weight.

You know for sure that they’ve probably burned through it by now.

You were just about ready to barge up to the big bosses’ room, pretty much ready to gear up and go out there yourself. More than qualified to do so, too.

Akaashi was holding you back mumbling all sorts of arguments trying to convince you to stay put.

“Y/N! Where’s Y/N?!” Kenma’s voice echoes through the hallways, “Comms are back on! We’ve got contact!”

You’re rushing to your dispatcher’s room in no time and stuffing the earpiece in, “Kuroo!”

It’s not Kuroo’s voice that goes through, it’s Iwaizumi's.

“L/N-chan, we’re still looking for him, we got separated.”

“What? What do you mean ‘You’re still looking’? You mean he’s been gone for… how long?”

“A couple of hours after we lost contact, we got split up. We have his earpiece, it’s how I’m talking to you, mine was smashed to pieces.”

“Find him, find him, you need to find him!” you plead.

You jump when you feel a hand on your shoulder and meet Oikawa’s eyes, “L/N-chi, they’re doing the best their can, let’s do our best here too, okay? Breathe, Chibi-chan.”

You suck a deep breath, close your eyes, and then exhale, “Yeah, yeah.” You say and press the button to speak with Iwaizumi, “Sorry, Iwa-kun… Oikawa and I can check all the cameras and check the data in all of your black boxes. In the meantime, update Akaashi on your supplies, find water, and…stay safe… Find him...please.” Your voice breaks as you plead to him.

“Bokuto-san and I will do everything we can, L/N-chan.”

For the next couple of hours, you’re all cooped up in the dispatch room, tracing their movement, hypothesising where Kuroo might have gone, you map out the area knowing that he’d have gone to find water at some point.

It was a few hours later that you hear Bokuto yelling into the microphone, “We found him! Kuroo! Over here.”

You couldn’t even let out a breath before he’s saying something that makes your stomach drop to the floor

“Oh my God, Kuroo! Iwa-chan, we need your med kit! Quick! Kuroo, hey, stay with me.”

“Bo, Iwa-kun, what’s going on?” you plead.

“L/N-chan, I’m giving the headset to Kuroo, keep talking to him, keep him awake.”

You hear some shuffling and then a spluttering cough, “Keep the pressure, Bokuto! Here…gauze, bandage!”

You blink, stuttering out your breaths, he’s bleeding somewhere, you deduce, if he’s coughing up blood, chest wound? Internal bleeding?

“Ki—urgh—Kitten?” He heaves.

“Yeah, yeah,” You fix the small devices in your ear, “I’m here, I’m here. You need to stay awake, Kuroo.”

He only hums in response.

“Kuroo, you—you idiot! What were you thinking, what happened? I… I hate you, you know..”

He lets out a chuckle but then winces

“Y/N-chan, I’ve got visual!” Oikawa shouts and pushes the screen to you. You can hear Akaashi dispatching Team 2 (Daichi, Ushijima and Atsumu – weirdest combo you’ve seen, but somehow, they work well)

You see Bokuto and Iwaizumi hunched over Kuroo, they’ve got gauze, bandages and even Bokuto’s shirt pressed onto his right side and chest.

It’s soaked red.

Keep talking to him, keep him awake. Iwaizumi’s words bounce around in your head.

What do I talk about? What do I say? Usually, he’s the one talking, I… I only ever give instructions, Kuroo, Kuroo, what do I do to keep you awake?

“I…Kuroo, I… What’s, uh, your favourite colour?”

You hear him breathing heavily into the headset and faintly hear Bokuto and Iwaizumi working in the background. Your eyes are set on his figure on the screen, his chest is barely moving, and his eyes are half-lidded.

“Pink. Red. Or something.”

Your brows furrow, “Pink?”

“Yeah,” he coughs again, and you see blood splutter from his lips.

Red. Bright red. Even on his black uniform.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever colour you blush –urk—is my favourite colour.”

You collapse on your knees to the floor. “I…I really do hate you.” You shake your head. Even as he’s in a situation like this, he’s teasing you. Even in a situation like this, he’s thinking about you.

“I love you, too, Kitten.” You see him close his eyes and smile.

You don’t even recognise what he said, too on edge, especially when you see he’s paling quickly.

“Oi! Kuroo!” You stand up, pulling the screen closer to you, “Open your eyes! Please!”

“I’m not going anywhere, Kitten. Not until I get that welcome back kiss from you.” He breathes out a chuckle

Team 2’s entering the camera’s view and Daichi pulls out another med kit, water bottle and IV bag. Expertly, he’s fixing the bandages and inserting a cannula into the crook of Kuroo’s elbow. He attaches the tubing to the bag and hands it to Bokuto who holds it up.

Ushijima and Iwaizumi have unfolded a stretcher turning Kuroo one way and then the other to slide it under him without having to lift him

Soon after, they’re making their way out and your fingers are flying on the keyboard trying to follow their movement through the CCTV cameras.

“L/N-chan…L/N? Hey…”

You don’t stop even though you hear Oikawa calling for you.

Not until Oikawa swivels your chair to face him, “Hey…L/N-chan, it’s okay. I can take over from here.”

“No, no, He—”

“—He’s safe, Chibi-chan.” Oikawa reassures.

Akaashi comes up to you and places a tentative hand on your head, “You need to rest; you’ve been awake all day and all night.”

Oikawa nods, “Mmm, we can take over from here.”

“But I—"

“You trust us, don’t you? I promise you; I’ll make sure he comes back home to you, L/N-san.”

You nod and Akaashi leads you to your futon on the floor and tucks you in.

Before he stands up to get back to his chair, you take hold of his wrist, “Promise me, you’ll wake me when he gets here.”

When you wake up, there’s no one else in the room. Your head is heavy and pounding, but you sit up, with a hand at your temples

As you do, the door slides open.

You look up and see Akaashi with a food tray, “Oh, perfect, you’re awake, L/N-san.”

You blink up at him. Akaashi… 

Kuroo!

“Kuroo-san’s recovering if you’re wondering.” He sets the tray down on the floor next to you, “He’s in the infirmary. Stable, but still sleeping.”

You flick the covers from your body and move to get up, but you’re stopped by Akaashi.

“L/N-san, it’s okay. Eat first.”

“I need to go see him.”

“Eat first, he’s not going anywhere, he’s safe. You need to take care of yourself, too, L/N-san. For Kuroo’s sake, as well.”

You clench your hands and as if seeing your inner turmoil, he sighs and picks up the tray and walks to the door.

Your brows are pinched as he stops in the threshold to look at you, “You coming? You can eat in Kuroo-san’s room in the infirmary.”

When you get to his room, you see him you see him in a seated position on the hospital bed

If you hadn’t known what happened, you would’ve thought he was simply asleep.

“I’ll set your food here, L/N-san.”

You turn to Akaashi as he exits, “Thank you, Akaashi-kun. Really.”

He offers the smallest of smiles and nods before closing the door behind him.

You turn back to Kuroo, taking a few steps forwards to take one of his hands in both of yours.

There are small cuts on his hand that you run your thumbs over.

“Kuroo.” You whimper and your vision is blurring over with tears, “Kuroo, Kuroo, Kuroo.”

As if hearing you call, Kuroo’s eyes flutter open

You don’t see through the tears, but you feel him squeeze your fingers.

“Hey there, sweet.” He rasps.

Your head whips up to his face, “Kuroo! Kuroo…” you pull his hand up so that his fingers are touching your forehead.

He says something that you can’t hear

“Huh?”

“Come here.” He says a little louder. You shuffle closer to him, and he releases his hand to cup your cheek

“What do you need?” you ask him.

“Can I…”

“Hmm?”

“Can I have my welcome home kiss, now?”

You pull away and you see him with a small smile, “Idiot! How can you joke in a time like this?” You slap his shoulder, and he winces.

“Ah, sorry, sorry,” You cover the area with your hand, “I…” then you grab his hand again, holding back your tears, “I almost lost you, Kuroo. Hahhhh,” You look up at the ceiling to stop the tears from flowing, “I hate you. I hate how much you affect me.”

When you look at him again, he’s already looking at you with the softest of smiles. You quirk your lips and then lean in to press your lips to his.

“Welcome home, baka. Don’t do that again.”

As you go to pull away, you feel his hand at the back of your neck, pulling you back to him, “I’m home.” He says and then pecks your lips once more.

I had a lot of fun writing this. I really didn't intend for it to be this long hahaha, but I hope you liked it :3.

As the title says, If you guys want and if I'm feeling it, I might turn it into a full one-shot (Or even a mini-series with how long it ended up)

Anyways, have a good day!

This is Seven, signing off :)

[madmanwonder]

(Ask, Crossover College Teacher) Rito can't help but answer a question correctly, wanting to see what the bigger reward from Professor Cana is.

“Here’s your reward Rito-Chan~”

“….” Rito was silent as a grave and his face was in a nice shade of red when he find himself looking at the peach-shaped thong-clad booty sitting on his desk.

[trashyswitch]

Luigi's Secret

Chapter 16: Lee-uigi And The Tickle Tools

Luigi is just trying to get through a morning (and a day) without a lee mood plaguing him. But Mario is unintentionally making it SUPER difficult! And it doesn't help that Mario has an electric toothbrush...

This fanfic was suggested by an anonymous user who used a <3 in their name! So I'll just call them <3 anon. I hope you enjoy!

Monday Morning: 

Luigi woke up to Mario’s alarm clock going off. He groaned and covered his face with the blanket, refusing to get up. He was too tired to get up…he didn’t want to get up. Screw work. He wanted to sleep the morning away. But…He knew he had to get up at some point. Otherwise Mario’s gonna get angry with him. 

Luigi finally pushed the blanket off himself and grabbed his phone off the nightstand table. As he made a pot of coffee, Luigi opened up his phone and looked at the notifications. But a couple notifications down, something specific caught his eye:

[1:53am] 

[trashyswitch answered your ask “I HATE being In a lee mood. I wanna be wrecked SO BADLY! PLEASE…”]

Luigi widened his eyes as he stared at the notification. She did not…SHE DID NOT…

Without thinking, Luigi clicked the notification, and opened his phone. CRAP! CLOSE CLOSE CLOSE! He closed his phone and attempted to hide the growing blush on his face before Mario noticed. Great…He knew this was going to be the only thing on his mind for the next hour, maybe even the rest of the day. And he could already feel the lee mood turning on like a simple light switch…

“Luigi?” Mario said to him, holding out a cup of coffee. 

Luigi smiled and took the coffee. “Thank you.” Luigi replied. 

“You okay? You’re a little red.” Mario asked. 

Luigi nodded his head and sipped some coffee. “I’m fine.” Luigi told him with an attempted smile as he sat on the bed. ‘I’m not fine…I’m super flustered…HELP…’ Luigi thought to himself. 

Mario smirked. “Okay…” Mario sat down beside him on the bed. “What is it?” He asked. 

Luigi could feel the blush filling his cheeks all over again. Damn…he felt like he was doing so good hiding it too…why did Mario have to mention something?! Luigi finally sighed. “A…couple days ago, I sent my favorite author an anonymous message online. And…” Luigi opened his phone and opened the post before giving Mario the phone. 

Mario read the post bit by bit, reading Luigi’s message before reading this person’s response. Mario looked at Luigi, before looking at the sign off emoji. 

“Hat anon? That’s what you named yourself?” Mario asked, pointing to the blue ball cap emoji that was on the bottom of the message. 

Luigi groaned and covered his face for a moment. “I was in a hurry when I wrote it...” Luigi admitted. “And my hat was the first thing I saw.” 

Mario chuckled. “So…you were in such a bad lee mood…that you messaged a complete stranger about said lee mood…before telling me, your twin brother about it?” Mario clarified. 

Luigi bit his lip. “Well…sometimes telling strangers who understand, is much less scary than telling someone you’ve known your whole life.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario shook his head. “Nope…not for me. With other people, it’s a lot harder to predict their responses.” Mario told him. 

Luigi hugged one of his knees to his chest. “It’s different if you know they’re part of the community…” Luigi muttered. 

Mario softened his expression. “And…I’m guessing this was before I found out about it?” Mario clarified next. 

Luigi nodded his head. “Yeah…” 

Mario nodded his head and got up. “Well…looks like you kinda got what you were looking for. Some understanding, and a little tease.” Mario told him with a small smile, handing Luigi his phone back. 

Luigi tilted his head as he took the phone, before looking at the phone for Pocket’s response. 

[Awwww! Hi 🧢 Anon!! Wonderful to meet you! And goodness…this looks like a really bad lee mood…You need a little help with that? 😉 I don’t know when I’ll respond next, but I’ll try to help as best I can. 💜

~Pocket]

Luigi could feel the stupid blush getting darker and darker. Oh gosh…She wanted to help him?! 

Luigi shook his head and quickly closed his phone. He got off the bed and started to get himself ready for work. He made and ate a quick breakfast, gelled up his hair, shaved and pulled out his toothbrush. But at the same time, Mario walked in and grabbed his own toothbrush and toothpaste from the closet. 

Luigi paused his brushing as he stared at Mario and watched him load his toothbrush with toothpaste and turn it on. The dreaded vibration sounds filled his ears as he widened his eyes in horror. Luigi quickly went back to brushing as he tried not to lose his mind as he accidentally started imagining the toothbrush against his navel. NO, NOO, NOOOO. BAD TIMING, FINISH UP AND LEEEAVE! 

“Luigi?” Mario called, his toothbrush out of his mouth and staring at Luigi with worry. “Hello?” 

Luigi backed himself up rapidly in an attempt to leave the room as quickly as possible. But he accidentally backed himself into the closed door. “OW-” Luigi opened the door and sprinted out, not even taking the time to close it while he went to the kitchen sink to finish brushing his teeth. 

Mario stared at the door with worry…and confusion. 

What……just happened? 

Mario finished up with his teeth, cleaned up his toothbrush and left the room with his toothbrush in hand. Luigi had always had a strange thing about toothbrushes, and he was now determined to find out why. “Luigi?” Mario asked, walking to the kitchen. 

Luigi was just finishing up cleaning the sink, before turning around. “Yea-” Luigi widened his eyes and froze when he saw Mario holding his toothbrush. 

Mario narrowed his eyes, confused. He looked at his own toothbrush, before looking back at Luigi as he turned the toothbrush on.

Luigi’s reaction was immediate. His face lit up in a dark red color as he whimpered and covered his mouth. “Whatareyoudoing?” Luigi attempted to ask. 

Mario turned off the toothbrush. He noted the similarities between Luigi’s reaction to his wiggling fingers from Friday night, and Luigi’s current reaction to the toothbrush. “You…are in a lee mood…” Mario said, turning the toothbrush on again and walking slightly closer. “From this…” Mario added, raising the toothbrush higher. 

Luigi whined and held out his hands in defense. “M-Mario DON’T!” Luigi begged. “You-YOUDON’TKNOW-” Luigi could feel his knees getting weaker and weaker the closer Mario got to him. 

“Know…what?” Mario asked, walking closer to Luigi. 

Luigi shook his head and backed up more. “What…toothbrushes are capable of doing to a lee…” Luigi admitted. 

Mario looked at the electric toothbrush. Then, he widened his eyes and smiled brightly. Something had finally clicked in his brain. “Wait, is the toothbrush used as a tool…the same way a feather is used?” Mario asked him. Quickly, he turned off the toothbrush and pulled out his phone. “Hold on…” Mario opened Google and put the words ‘Tickle Tools’ into his search bar before clicking the enter button. A couple seconds later, pictures of different things began to show up in Google images. 

Mario chose a specific picture and looked at them. “Hmmm…” Mario chuckled. “Feather dusters.” Mario told him. 

Luigi squeaked and shook his head. “NOOOoo!” Luigi whined. 

“Makeup brushes.” Mario added. 

Luigi whimpered and covered his face, starting to curl up his body. He was imagining those stupid makeup brushes against his ears. “Noooohohohoooo.” Luigi whined, growing more and more red by the second. 

Mario clicked onto another picture. “Hair brush.” Mario said. 

Luigi started shaking his head left and right as he giggled helplessly. He had started imagining hairbrushes on his feet, unintentionally causing his socked toes to curl up. 

“....Hairbrushes on the feet?” Mario asked with a little smile, watching Luigi’s feet curl up.

Luigi growled and tapped his feet. “Staaaaahahahahahaaap.” Luigi whined. 

Mario looked at a picture of an electric item on Google Images. “What…is this?” Mario asked, showing Luigi the picture. 

The moment Luigi looked at the picture, he squeaked and covered his eyes, curling his toes even more than before. NOT THAT TOOL! He could just imagine the thin thread piece in between his stupid toes. And it was making him giggle to the point of snorting now. 

Mario rolled his eyes with a laugh. “What is it?!” Mario asked. 

“YOUDON’TNEEDTOKNOW!” Luigi screamed. “Just tehehell mehehe!” Mario laughed. 

“ELECTRIHIC FLOHOHOSSER!” Luigi yelled through his laughter. 

Mario chuckled. “An electric flosser?” Mario typed ‘electric flosser’ into his search bar, and widened his eyes. “Huh…Okay. That’s a thing.” Mario reacted. 

With that decided, Mario turned off his phone and walked up. “So the reason you react like that…is because you want the toothbrush to be used on you?” Mario asked. 

Luigi pointed and flexed his feet, eventually nodding his head. “Yeheheheah…Ihihi *snort* Ihihihi kihihinda dohoho.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario smiled brightly and turned off the toothbrush. “Okay.” Mario replied. 

Luigi uncovered his eye, and looked at Mario with a small bit of confusion. “Wh-Whaha-” Luigi mumbled. 

Mario took Luigi’s toothbrush from his hand, and walked back to the bathroom to put the toothbrushes away. “That’s it.” Mario repeated. “We can talk about this later.” Mario told him, putting the toothbrushes into the cups. 

Luigi just about lost his mind the moment he heard that. Excuse mE- TALK ABOUT IT LATER?! “Then-” Luigi started, before throwing his hands to his sides. “What was thE POINT OF THAT?!” Luigi yelled, growing angry. 

Mario bursted out in cackles. “Ihihi needed to know why you’re so scared of toothbrushes!” Mario told him. “And now I have my answer. So no need to worry…we can drop the conversation now.” Mario decided. 

Luigi growled and slammed his hands on the ground, mumbling curses to himself as he got up onto his feet. OH MY GOSH… What a load of horseshit. The least Mario could’ve done is tickle him for at least 2 minutes before dropping the conversation. You can’t just tease the hell out of someone, and then completely drop the freaking subject! 

THAT IS SO RUDE! 

“It’s 8:03 now…We have a bit less than 35 minutes till we have to go.” Mario said, picking up their bag of tools and placing it beside the door. Mario added the tape measure to the bag and turned around. But Mario yelped and jumped when he saw his brother standing right there in his way. “WAAH- Mamma mia…” Mario mumbled, holding his chest. “I need to get you a bell or something.” Mario told him. 

He tried to walk by Luigi, but paused when Luigi mirrored his movements, blocking his way again. 

Mario looked at Luigi. “Uhhh…” 

Luigi suddenly picked up Mario, and held him up to his own head height. “LUIGI! PUT ME DOWN!” Mario shouted, kicking his feet and grabbing at Luigi’s arms. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Mario yelled, super confused. 

Luigi stayed silent as he carried Mario over to the couch. Then, he raised Mario up a slight bit higher, and threw Mario against the couch. Mario flopped into their couch and attempted to get himself up. But by the time he DID manage to get up, Luigi had flopped himself onto the couch beside him and pushed him back down. “Teasing the hell out of me?” Luigi held Mario’s hands above his head with one hand, while poking every inch of his belly with the other hand. 

“WaitwaiTWAHAIT-” Mario shouted, throwing his head back with strong, jumpy laughter. 

“Making me confess to wanting to be tickled?” Luigi continued, moving to scratch his fingers all over his belly. Mario pulled on his arms as he shook his head, laughing absolutely hysterically. “HAHAHAHA- LUUUHUHUHUHUUUU!” Mario shouted. 

“And then DROPPING THE SUBJECT…” Luigi yelled, squeezing his side. “AND LEAVING ME TO SUFFER IN THIS STRONG, UNBEARABLE LEE MOOD?!” Luigi yelled next, poking at the belly button region. 

“LUIHIHIGIII MEHEHERDAHAHA-” Mario shouted. 

Luigi stopped tickling and let go of his brother’s hands. “And then only giving me 35 minutes to try and pull myself together in time for work?! To make sure I don’t act like a flustered fool in front of our potential future customers?!” Luigi added. “It…” Luigi growled and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “It’s one of the worst things you can do to a person in the community.” Luigi told him. “It’s like pissing off a person…and then forcing them to shove all that anger down and pull themself back together in less than 20 minutes. It…” Luigi sighed and got off of Mario. 

Mario was breathing somewhat heavily while holding his stomach. He took another moment to breathe before sitting himself up and fixing his hat. “God…” Mario muttered, scratching his stomach to try and rid himself of the funny tickly feelings. But scratching his own stomach only tickled himself more. He quickly wiped his stomach off in an attempt to stop the stupid feelings. And…it worked?

Wait…

He looked at his own stomach. “Luigi…” Mario said. 

Luigi looked at Mario and softened his expression. “Hm?” 

“...You described something as a…after tickles or something…” Mario attempted to explain. 

Luigi raised his eyebrows slightly. “...Phantom tickles?” Luigi asked. 

“Yeah…” Mario said. “...Is that…when you feel ticklish feelings despite not…” Mario struggled to explain it, wiggling his fingers to show Luigi. 

For some strange reason, Luigi didn’t grow flustered from Mario’s fingers…not this time. If anything, he only treated it as a hand sign. 

“Mhm…” Luigi finally replied. 

Mario looked at his stomach, before hugging his stomach tightly. “Ihi think I know what you mean…” Mario admitted, looking up at Luigi with slight embarrassment. 

Luigi uncrossed his arms. “About phantom tickles?” 

Mario chuckled. “Yeah…but also the other thing…” Mario said. He paused for a moment and looked down at his stomach. “...The…feeling of being flustered and then having to cover that up immediately…” Mario tried to say. “The…” Mario gave up his words, and shook his head. “...I’m sorry, Luigi.” Mario told him flat out. 

Luigi huffed and smiled a bit. “It’s fine.” He said, getting up. “But for future reference…” Luigi pointed to the side, before looking at Mario. “A couple of pokes. That is all you need to do in order to calm me down from a flustering lee mood.” Luigi told him. 

Mario tilted his head. “R…Really? You don’t even need a full tickle…fight? Just a couple pokes?” Mario clarified. 

Luigi nodded. “Most of the time, that’s all I need.” Luigi clarified. 

Mario narrowed his eyes as he got up off the couch. “...And what happens if that’s not enough?” Mario asked. 

“If it doesn’t fully work, then I’ll take what I can get. Then I’ll calm myself down the rest of the way.” Luigi replied. 

Mario nodded his head and looked at his watch. 

[8:36am] 

“We gotta go.” Mario told him. 

Luigi grabbed the bag of plumbing tools and opened the door. “After you.” Luigi told him. 

“Thanks, lee.” Mario teased. 

Luigi’s face changed from casual, to shocked and slightly impressed. “E-Excuse me?” Luigi reacted. 

Mario chuckled. “You really shouldn’t fall asleep with your phone open, Lu.” Mario teased. 

Luigi widened his eyes. “H-How much did you see?” he asked. 

“Oh boy… Uh…” Mario started to quote a couple of the sentences. “You saying ‘Help I’m dying’...then this Jin person saying ‘Ha suffer, lee’...and then you denying it…then Jin saying ‘Lee-uigi’...” Mario kept going. 

Luigi groaned and covered his face. Fucking wonderful…Mario now knows about one of his online friends… “mmmmmmmm great…” Luigi mumbled. 

“So, is the word ‘lee’ considered an embarrassing nickname?” Mario asked. 

Luigi sighed. “Kinda…People don’t like admitting they’re in a lee mood most of the time…” Luigi admitted. 

“Okay…So if you’re in a lee mood…then can I start calling you Lee-uigi?” Mario asked with the most innocent look on his face. 

Luigi grabbed Mario’s hat and slapped it into Mario’s face. “Eat it, moron.” Luigi told him, before jumping onto the floating bricks. 

Mario fell back a bit and put his hat back onto his own head, before catching up with Luigi. He hopped onto the bricks and jumped headfirst into the pipe, following after his brother. When they both popped out from the other side of the pipe, Mario and Luigi hopped into their car, and started to drive to their first location. 

“So…Jin sounds like a teasy stronzo.” Mario said. 

Luigi chuckled. “Yup…But despite his evil ler side…he is a pretty hilarious lee. But he’s got a huge, strong shell that you have to strategically crack open to get him to admit it.” Luigi explained. 

Mario wheezed. “Wooow.” He reacted. “How long have you known each other?” Mario asked. 

“Well…I don’t know…A while.” Luigi replied. 

Mario turned the van to the left. “Are there more friends of yours that I should know about?” Mario asked. 

Luigi smiled a bit. “Ummm…” He scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, actually…but…How about I show you their profiles on break. Alright?” Luigi offered. 

“Okay.” Mario replied. “Lee-uigi.” Mario teased with a few laughs. 

Luigi tensed his lips and poked Mario’s side in retaliation. 

“WAHA!” Mario guffawed, slapping Luigi’s hand as he continued to drive the van. “Don’t be trying to turn the tables, signore. I’m too ler for you to handle.” Mario joked. 

Luigi groaned and covered his eyes. “That’s…No.” Luigi complained. 

“You see? I’m ler-ning how to properly tease you.” Mario joked next. 

“Shut up.” Luigi complained with an embarrassed smile, covering his face. 

“What? I’m just taking advantage of a good ler-pportunity.” Mario teased. 

Luigi turned the music on blast. “Sorry, WHAT?” Luigi yelled with a smirk. “I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF GREEN DAY!” Luigi yelled before screaming the lyrics to ‘American Idiot’ as they drove down the main roads of Brooklyn. 

[lylahammar]

I gots ta draw me some fat Laios now

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

THE moment 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

[astarlightmonbebe]

started house of ninjas and it’s really good!!! the ending of ep 3 was crazyyyy

[eversweetflowerpot]

sitting on the couch w friends and i stg i can feel my pulse in my clit i am so fkn horny

[madmanwonder]

Prompt

Crossover AU

Shirou is talking to Saber along with Sakura and Rin... when he gets a message from Nami. It is pretty much this as she teases with the cheeks that he has desired. Hopefully the others don't notice it... the reaction won't be pretty thanks to jealousy.

Shirou was talking with Saber, Rin, and Sakura when he felt his phone message ding in his pocket.

Shirou: *Thinking* Who’s texting me now?

The scarlet-haired youth took out his phone and opened his message to see who texted him and sawed the name “Cat Burglar Nami” which was his first clue it wasn’t going to be good one for him.

But he head straight on and opened the message…causing his heart stopped and his face turned bright red in shock and horror.

Nami: [Texting: Feelin’ cheeky with Robin-Chan 💕 😘]

Shirou looked away from the text to the three girls who was staring at him in suspicion.

Shirou:…crap basket….