#this line just made me cackle idk

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

⚠️ Spoilers for Rio's main route/identity below (ikepri) ⚠️

So I finally got around to Rio's bday event story-

[bi-writes]

idk just thinking about seeing your lieutenant for the first time, this big giant dog of a man, and thinking to yourself, "hmmm yeah, i'm gonna make that thing mine." (18+)

like. i'm thinking about seeing him walk into the room for the first time. fresh off an op, still in all his gear. he's angry cause he's been awake off and on for 40 hours at this point, and he sinks down into a chair in the mess hall, and your eyes bug cause the chair fucking bends with his weight.

and you're just like "omg omg omg holy shit" cause this fucking brute is just huge and beefy, and you had no idea this was your type until you watched his hand curl around a cup and make it look miniature. and you're wondering like "fuck i bet those holsters are custom made" cause you don't think you've ever seen them stretch that far around someone's thigh.

ughghghghgh, and he's dumb as shit, too, or maybe he's just fucking blind. you give him every hint in the book, every indication of how you feel other than pasting a giant neon sign on your forehead that says "fuck me."

you wear the tightest cargo pants you can get. you let the buttons on your shirts go low whenever he's near. you make excuses to see him late, delivering him paperwork in the middle of the night, meeting him out for a smoke (and he's never seen you smoke anything), shuffling your way in front of him in line so you can bump into him and graze your ass against his front. he even catches you this way--even curls his hand around your waist and steadies you before letting you go impatiently.

fuck, bending over in front of him, the obnoxious giggling, the excuses to dangle your tits in his face. you want this man underneath you, on top of you, tangled around you and suffocating you with those enormous arms, and he barely side-glances at you whenever you're in his vicinity, and it's infuriating.

what do you have to do to reel this thing in? how many bones do you have to give him?

how many times do i have to flash my bra at you for you to fuck me over your desk?!

you can't eat another cherry in front of him. you can't drop more sauce onto your cleavage. you cannot come out of the showers in just a towel in front of him anymore because you're going to lose your fucking mind--

you even made out with his beloved little sergeant, his favorite little know-it-all that can't stop blowing shit up. that blue-eyed, insufferable, yapper of a scot that kisses all wet, with teeth, who pants like a puppy when he asks if he can 'ave a taste of y'r bonnie cunt, please, please, please--

and you say yes, because maybe he'll finally fucking shut up if you drown him between your thighs and never let him come up for air.

face down, ass up, cargos around your ankles, hips pushing past against that puppy's stubble as he devours you on his knees. his big hands spread your ass for him, and his thumbs flick over your folds as he opens you up, a cackle leaving him before he opens his mouth wide and kisses your pussy all sloppy and uncoordinated.

when the door swings open and hits the wall with a bang, the puppy tries to leave. he tries to move, but you reach back and grip his mohawk, scowling as you shove his face back where it belongs as your lieutenant stands at the door and heaves with anger.

"uh uh," you snap, and your sergeant on his knees whines, his blue eyes a little foggy and wet as he blinks up at you. but he complies, his tongue slurping, and you flutter your lashes at your lieutenant as you keep johnny muzzled in your cunt. "sorry, lieutenant. is this your office? must've read the sign wrong."

you reel from the contact. a big hand grips you by the hair, slamming you down against his desk, and you choke as you try and gasp for air. like a good boy, johnny settles where he is, shoving his tongue down your hole and moaning low when he realizes you're dripping down his chin now that his lieutenant has you.

"y'think this is funny, eh?" ghost mutters in your ear. "y'think i don't know wot y'r doin'? think i 'aven't caught on, think i 'aven't noticed wot a fuckin' insatiable bloody pain in my arse you've been ever since y'got 'ere?!"

you whimper, relaxing against the desk, and ghost tugs at your hair again, shaking his head.

"oi! y'don't get to be stupid just because y'r gettin' y'r cunny played with," ghost snaps. "y'r a right headache."

you laugh, getting up to your elbows, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as ghost scruffs johnny by the base of his mohawk and cups your pussy with one big hand. you gasp, leaning your head back, because finally, yes, it's all i want, please, please, please--

"'f you wanted to be my pet so bad," ghost murmurs, fitting himself behind you, leaning over your shoulder as he spits into your ear, "all ya had to do was fuckin' ask, swee'eart."

when your eyes open, ghost hums, clicking his tongue under the mask.

"use y'r words," he growls. "be a good girl, and say wot it is y'want."

"want you," you whine, and he sighs deeply, closing his eyes, and you drown out the sounds of johnny sputtering at your feet as ghost bends you at the hip a little more, arching your back.

"mmm...tha'sit. was tha' so hard?"

[milksnake-tea]

❀ ˎˊ- prompt: wise likes you, and just about everyone on sixth street knows. ❀ ˎˊ- wise x gn!reader ❀ ˎˊ- wc: 1.3k ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: slightly ooc wise idk im still lvl 26 okay ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: thanks you stellaronhvnters for plaguing my mind w wise. anywho this my mini break from the series LMAO wise. i love you king.

Wise can hardly focus, and for once, it isn’t because of you.

Not that he minds being distracted by you - quite the opposite. He could spend hours just watching you talk and getting lost in your eyes, occasionally nodding or agreeing with whatever you were talking about the day. He liked hearing your voice; it was soothing like a cool river, especially after a grueling day.

But this time, it’s him who’s being stared at, and to his disappointment, the one burning holes into him isn’t you (although he severely doubts he could handle it if it were to be you).

No, instead, General Chop stares at him from the corner of his eye as he prepares other customers’ orders, a hint of knowing in his usual smile. Wise can see the excitement in the chef’s eyes, and it doesn’t take a genius to know why.

“Wise?”

He seizes up, bumping his chopsticks. He’s quick to fix himself as you shoot him a nervous, but questioning smile.

“Sorry, you were saying?” he says smoothly (at least he hopes it’s smooth, he still doesn’t know how to talk to pretty people), eager to move past his minor mishap.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” you laugh. “I was just saying that you have a little something on your face.”

Wise feels his cheeks warm. “Oh, really? Thanks for telling me.”

He moves to grab some napkins, but you beat him to it. Wise swears something in him malfunctions when he turns and suddenly you’re all too close to him, your hand reached out to clean up his face.

“Wha- Wait, what’re you-” he sputters, nearly falling off his stool as he lurches back.

“Hey, stand still,” you scold, your slight annoyance only serving to speed up his heart rate because who in the world said it was okay for you to be this cute.

At this point, he wouldn’t be surprised if steam was coming from his head, with how fuzzy his mind feels. He can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but just sit there, dazed as you dab obliviously at the corner of his lip.

As you pull away, he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, mentally thanking whatever deities reigned above that he hadn’t fainted on the spot. That would’ve been embarrassing; Belle would never let him live it down.

His face feels cooler - hopefully it isn’t so red anymore. By the time he’s able to think coherently again, you’ve started chatting again. Wise nods along (he has no idea what you’re talking about), and goes to slurp up some of his noodles when he sees General Chop again.

The chef, obviously holding back a cackle, grins encouragingly at him and flashes him a thumbs up in support. Wise internally groans. Would it be a bad idea if he drowned himself in his noodles right now?

And this isn’t the first time either - Wise is pretty sure the entirety of Sixth Street is aware of his… ugh, crush on you (saying it out loud both hurts him and makes him feel warm inside. Which is a terrible feeling. He wants to throw up).

Just last week, he’d seen you at the Coff Café, and Tin Man, being both a gracious cafe owner and a huge romantic, had decided that that day was a good day to have a 50% off deal specifically for pairs if they bought two or more items.

Wise hadn’t questioned it at first, since it was normal for shops to occasionally hold discounts like these to attract more customers. Even he was guilty of it, being a business co-owner himself.

But then you had to call him out in the line, excitedly waving him over as you were at the cashier ordering. Tin Man was behind you, a smile in his eyes that Wise wasn’t sure he liked, but he begrudgingly made his way over.

He still remembers the way your eyes sparkled as you explained the discount to him. They reminded him of the stars he’d see at twilight, when he couldn’t sleep and would climb to the roof just to watch New Eridu’s nightlife.

Naturally, he had accepted your offer of buying him a free drink (no one refuses free food), but he quickly learned to regret it when he saw the mischievous gleam in Tin Man’s artificial eyes.

He still gets flustered thinking of it now - the heart-shaped whipped cream and the whisper of “good luck” haunts him, especially when he thinks about how confused you were at the impromptu decoration.

The amount of times he’s caught his neighbors playing matchmaker, he can’t count on both hands - and that’s not including what Belle has tried. It’d be funny if it wasn’t also incredibly humiliating.

“Master, if you were planning on drifting off, perhaps you should’ve stayed home to take a nap.”

Wise sighs. “Be quiet, Fairy. I’m in public.”

“What?” you blink. Wise blinks back before realizing he’d been a little too loud.

“Sorry, I was talking to myself,” he chuckles awkwardly, hands fiddling with each other - it’s a nervous habit of his. You smile understandingly.

“No, it’s okay,” you say, pushing your bowl towards General Chop to signify you were done with it. “You’ve been out of it today, Wise. Something on your mind?”

You, Wise wants to say, but he doesn’t feel like embarrassing himself further. “I guess I’m just tired. Long day today.”

“I can tell,” you laugh, the sound music to his ears. You hop off the stool after sliding your share of the payment to General Chop. “Come on, I’ll walk you home. You look like you’re about to fall asleep.”

Wise’s heart does a little tap dance at your offer, but he manages to keep his cool. He hastily pays General Chop before eagerly joining you in your short walk to Random Play.

“Bro!” Belle greets him enthusiastically as he opens the door. Her eyes light up when she sees you, and she raises her eyebrows suggestively at her brother. Wise shoots her a glare when you aren’t looking. “[Name], too? How was your da- mmghhifjk-”

Wise smiles innocently as he slaps a hand over Belle’s mouth. You can’t help but laugh at the two, and Wise admires the crinkle the corners of your eyes.

“Ignore her,” he says nonchalantly, wrinkling his nose as Belle licks his hand like the little rat she is. “Do you want to come in, or…?”

“No, I shouldn’t.” You wave your hands bashfully. “It’s getting late, so I should be getting back home.”

Wise nods in understanding. Belle pries herself free and he wipes his spit-covered hand on her sleeve, ignoring her sputters and protests (she chose this path. She will reap its consequences).

“Well, I guess this is goodbye.”

You nod, shifting your feet. “I guess it is.”

Wise’s brows furrow at your behavior - what’s on your mind. But thankfully, he doesn’t have to wait long before his inquiry is answered.

You take a step forward, and Wise feels your arms loop around him in a tight hug. Suddenly, his senses are elevated, and it’s almost as if everything is enhanced tenfold. He can feel your heartbeat against his chest, the soft sound of your breath, your hair tickling his face and the heat that radiates off of your body against him.

“I really enjoyed today,” you say, stepping back with a smile that could rival an angel’s. “Thanks for hanging out with me.”

Wise tries to formulate a response, but all that comes out is a squeak like a dying balloon. God, if his face was red before, it must be flaming now. You giggle at his response, before you wave both him and Belle goodbye and leave for your home.

It takes a good five minutes before he can speak again.

“Hey sis?”

Belle sounds as shocked as him. “Yeah?”

“I think I’m going to faint.”

He hears his sister sigh.

“Wise, you’re helpless, you know that?” she shakes her head exasperatingly. “And just when you finally made progress too.”

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[taintedcigs]

˚ 　　　 . ✧ 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄

vol 1; made to break your heart — king!steve harrington x fgirl!reader

summary: in which you see your ex making out with someone else leaving you with no choice but to fall right into the lap of his enemy, steve harrington. (wc: 5.2k+)

warnings: smut smut smut, minors DNI, or*l sx (receiving and giving oop), some good ol’ bj, drinking, drgs, weed basically, no use of ‘y/n’, degrading, praises, LOTS OF PRAISES, they are both switches but idk if that counts??, nicknames! reader is kinda heartless basically a maneater, steve is an arrogant bastard, and hes got a big BIG di–heart. some lil’ eddie mention that u might miss if u blink!

authors note: i am kinda thinking a pt.2 of this IM open to all ideas, but i kinda am thinking of making it like a mini-series? and maybe introduce eddie in the second part, and then make part 3 steddie? mmmhmm? what do we think? my asks r open for all and any ideass anyways not proofread bc of my lazy ass. ignore any mistakes.

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read vol 2 here

Booming music filled your ears, sweaty bodies swaying away from you but you couldn't care less.

Whispers from your back, collected gasps, and all you could do was watch. 

Fingertips clutched on your dress in fury, gaze unable to tear away from the scene playing out right in front of your eyes. 

Tina’s lips were locked onto Billy’s, you thought it was pretty soon to be swapping salivas considering it had been barely two days since he broke up with you. 

The red cup in your hand was almost smushed from the hardened impact of your fists, with a quick go, you downed it, ignoring Tommy and Carol’s cackles as they watched you. 

With a roll of your eyes, you were quick to turn away from them, ignoring your friends calling out for your name—you didn’t need this, you didn’t need to be pampered. You just needed a generous amount of drinks, and maybe someone to keep yourself busy with. 

Tina and her lame-ass party could go fuck themselves.

Billy was an asshole, no real surprise there. And you didn’t care, because the relationship had run its course, again. Tough shit. You were used to it. Another break up with him. 

You didn’t care about it, the only thing you cared about was him crossing the line, making out with another girl in front of everyone. 

Each break, the two of you fucked whoever you wanted to fuck, just to end up together again, drunkenly. But this time he made it everyone’s problem, and you couldn’t let him get away with that. 

The whispers, and the collective giggles every time you passed by were making your blood boil.

You couldn’t let that dipshit ruin your reputation, you weren’t going to pathetically pine over someone who could barely make you cum. And you weren’t going to let any of those gossiping assholes think otherwise. 

You stumble onto the porch with a string of curses leaving your pouty lips, quick to fish out a joint courtesy to that Munson kid, always providing you with the best weed, either free or cheap, depending on how much you adjusted your skirt or batted your lashes at him. 

Maybe, you should pay him a visit. For fucks sake, you’ve seen him play, and he could roll a joint blindfolded, he knew how to put those fingers to use.

You could just imagine the scorching look on Billy’s face, his velvety lips scrunched together, a sickening feeling sinking into his stomach, knowing that you fucked Eddie Munson, the guy he always went to get his weed from.

The idea of it brings a delicious smirk to your lips. But it wouldn’t be enough, no. You needed something more, something bigger. 

“Need a lighter, honey?” A coarse, smooth tone has your head cocking, the joint sitting on your lips rising with the impact. 

Steve fucking Harrington.

Falling right into your lap.

Billy would’ve flipped the fuck out if he knew. He always warned you about him, telling you that Harrington was off limits, no matter what. Well, until now. 

Your gaze locks with his, dangerous, filthy, and exactly where you want him. Before you can drag out the joint to answer him, he acts quicker, brushing his fingertips on your chin, almost tugging you closer to him, he licks his lips, wetting them with a chuckle.

With a gentle flicker of his lighter, the tip of the joint smolders, casting a warm glow to your face that accentuates the smirk curved on your lips. 

Your dress rides up your thighs when you straighten up, taking an inhale from the joint, you blow the smoke in his face without a care. He eyes each of your movements, the stupid grin sitting on his lips growing wider the more his eyes move up and down your body. You almost want to chuckle at how easy this is. 

But you also know Steve’s type, you have to make them chase you a little bit, give them a little thrill, before you finally give in. And you had already been doing that, for the longest time.

Always teasing him, but never giving in. Your hands always brushed past his bicep just enough to let him know you were interested, eyelashes always fluttered at him, teeth biting on your bottom lip as you checked him out. 

The little game had been fun, but you never plucked up the courage to fully give in to him, Billy would’ve lost his shit. Besides, you knew his type, and you didn’t want to be one of his other trophies. And you didn’t have to be, you just had to use him to get yourself off, and piss Billy off. The second you walked into a room with him, you knew the party would be buzzing with the gossip.

You had the perfect excuse, the perfect excuse to finally divulge your fantasies, all the cheerleaders always blabbered about him, calling him an ass, but an ass who knew how to properly use his fingers and that dangerous mouth.

Exactly what you fucking need.

You had been pent up enough for the months you were with Billy.

This would be a little reward. 

“All alone?” He was smug, he absolutely knew about the break-up and possibly saw Tina and Billy’s show, so he knew this was the perfect opportunity to have you in his palm. In a fucked up way, that made you want him more, the unspoken game grew more intense with that gaze of his, he had the same idea you did. The fucker was smooth. 

You nod curtly, not wanting to just fall into his lap. No matter how good he looked in those Levi’s jeans that cupped his ass perfectly. Why was he so fucking interesting to you? Arms all toned, face adorned with tiny moles, he almost seemed mystical. 

And oh god, his hair. That soft, perfectly layered chestnut brown locks, so effortlessly cool that you just wanted to run your hair through it, tugging at it the more his lips sucked on your clit.

God, the thought had your thighs pressing together uncomfortably. 

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be all alone at a party,” he pouted mockingly. “Where’s that boy toy of yours?” He tutted, hand dangerously planted on your back, ghosting over your hips. 

That elicited a giggle out of you, “Didn’t you hear all the rumors, pretty boy?” You leaned further, hand extending to offer him a huff. His attention was somewhere else though, eyes widening the more he admired you in that dress, showing off your curves in all the right way, tits almost busting out of your chest.

God, he had been waiting for this moment, an opportunity to have you, the second he fucking met you. But Billy got to you first.  

“We broke up.” That brought his attention back to you, a smirk played on his lips when he leaned into your hand, lips wrapping around the tip of the joint, he sucked on it but his dark amber eyes remained on you. 

With an inhale, “Good.” He mumbled, “knew that dipshit couldn’t handle someone like you.” 

“You need someone better take care of you…” he hummed, nose dipping closer to your features, “someone who knows how to handle all of this.” His hands were placed on your waist, traveling all over your body. 

Your breath was quick to get caught in your throat, a whine leaving your lips with how forward he was being.

And shit, you understood the appeal, you always did, but this time, you were sure your hunger for him grew faster than you intended to. You were in his palm, and you were more than okay with it. 

“Yeah?” You teased with a giggle, head falling on his shoulder, brain getting fuzzier. 

“I can make you forget him.” He’s bold, and it has your thighs rubbing together.

“By the time I’m done with you, you won’t even remember his name, or how to walk.” He’s so close to your ear, breath fanning against your breath as you almost shudder, but you play it off.

“You’re all talk, Harrington.” You licked your glossy lips, head slightly tilted to the side, teasing him just enough. 

“Oh, sweetheart, I know you’ve heard the rumors, and I know you want this as much as you do.” The cocky bastard licks his lips, and you want nothing more than to bite them.

“Oh, yeah?”

“The way you press your thighs together, that little whine you just did when I barely touched you… Tells me all I need to fuckin’ know.” He whispers, and you almost whine out when a sloppy kiss is planted on your neck, harsh and needy. 

“You’ll be screamin’ and beggin’ for me, angel.”

Your brows raise in interest. “That a promise?”

“Uh-huh.” He gives you a boyish grin.

“You’re on, King Steve.” 

It didn’t take the two of you long enough to find an empty bedroom, lips, and teeth clashing as soon as the door closed.

The wandering eyes of the party had followed you up until that point, so you knew as soon as the two of you left the room with your sexed-up looks, everyone would know.

And you would finally have a sweet release after months of Billy’s selfishness.

A win-win. 

You let his curious hands wander around your body, quick to almost rip off your dress, he wants to savor this moment, wants the image of your body engraved in his mind, stuck into the back of it just so he can fish it out whenever he can.

But he’s impatient, he’s waited for this. Wanted you longer than ever, and finally, you’re putty at his hands, ready to take whatever he’s going to give—or at least that’s what he thinks— And he’s feeling greedy. His mouth is pressed onto yours, sucking on your tongue before he lowers you down on the bed, you giggle softly when you sink into it, and Steve has never felt like this before, the hunger in his eyes ignites a spark of pleasure within you, quick to dampen your thighs with need. 

A shocked gasp escapes your lips once he unhooks your bra with his left hand. Oh, he’s good. “Pretty baby,” he murmurs before his mouth is latched onto your nipples. “Perfect fuckin’ tits,” He groans into your chest, hand toying with your lace panties, shaky breaths escape his lips as he earns more whines from you. 

You look ethereal, with your mouth hung open, teeth biting on your glossed-up lips, head thrown back. Just like he knew you’d be. 

The more he circles around your panties the more you feel that pent-up desire burning inside of you, all those orgasmless months with Billy, and Steve was going to elicit more with just a flick of his fingers than you ever had through the entire relationship. 

Maybe that’s why he always called you a bitch. 

“Steve,” your whines come out pathetically as he looks up at you, layered hair already disheveled and that goddamn smirk sitting on his pretty lips. 

“Already beggin’, honey?” He mocks with a grin, tugging on your nipple, all teeth and no mercy. His tongue is making its way further down, soft, wet strokes tickle your body. 

“Fuck off,” You spit at him, barely, words dying down your throat when he’s quick to rip away your lacy panties. His light honey eyes are so much darker now, head thrown back when he visually drinks in your glistening pussy.  

You look so fucking perfect, thighs spread apart, him between them, mouth hung open and ready to take all of him. He makes a mental image of it, burning it to the back of his mind. 

“C’mon sweetheart, let King Steve know what you want, what you really need.” His voice is smooth and coarse, fingertips circling around your clit harder the more you whine for him.

“Do you need my fingers, baby? My mouth?” You moan at that, audibly. It has him chuckling darkly once he realizes how depraved you really are, one touch from him and you’re already soaking his fingers, whining like a pretty little slut. 

If he knew how much you’d be such a good girl for him, he would’ve done this much sooner. Would’ve ruined your pretty little pussy for anyone else, Billy would’ve had no chance over him. 

“Has that asshole not been makin’ you cum?” It was more of a rhetorical question, but the way you shook your head with a pout, had him melting. He really had you and didn’t know how to take good care of you? What a fucking loser.

“Holy fuckin’ shit… not even with his mouth?” His eyes widened, he really didn’t think Billy would be that bad, everything was working to his advantage. 

“He- uh- he never…” You stammered, getting uncharacteristically embarrassed because it was, truly embarrassing. All those months with him, and half the time you faked it. Selfish prick.

“Never? Oh, baby…” He coos with a dangerous smirk, lip all pouty and mocking, “No wonder you were so desperate for me. You really needed this, huh?” He almost gave a chuckle, caressing your pussy with his middle finger, getting you all ready. 

“Jerk-” You want to curse out his cockiness, tell him you don’t need him. Keep him grounded, but the whines he’s pulling out of you are enough to make him grin like a Cheshire cat. 

Your breath gets shakier when his finger easies into your walls. “Sshh, relax, baby.” He coos. 

“I’ll make you feel so fuckin’ good, doll.” His fingers are slickly working their way in and out of you, filthy sounds mingling with your moans as his nose brushes over your clit, causing your hips to start rocking up to him. 

“Had this pretty little thing, and didn’t even know how to take care of it, hmm? What a waste,” He hummed sweetly, index finger thrusting in and out of your sloppy walls.

“If I had known you’d be this fuckin’ soaked, I would’ve done this much sooner,” he taunts, fingers curling inside of you, enjoying the way you gasp out and buck your hips for more. 

He dives in, pressing the flat of his tongue against your swollen lips, enjoying, fully tasting you. With a satisfied hum, he brings his eyes to meet yours, all fucked out, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, had this sweet pussy but never even tasted it… What a fuckin’ dumbass… I’ll give you what you deserve, baby…” 

He’s going to explode soon, if he doesn’t make you cum and then fuck you senseless. He can feel his balls draw up more and more, each time you whine, each time you plead for his name as a whisper. 

He flicks the tip meticulously, giving you attention everywhere and anywhere, just like he knew you’d like it. “You know, I usually would never do this on a first date,” He mocks, grinning all mouthy and you attempt to dive his mouth further into you, to shut his arrogant ass up, and that fucker resists, “But god, you’re an exception… just begging to be fucked, you deserve this honey, can’t be selfish with you.”

His licks are heavenly, sucking on your clit like a man possessed, and his name falls from your lips in such a filthy way that you don’t even care how pathetic you look anymore. You accept it, you let him take full control, trashing beneath him. 

“You like that, angel?” His words are muffled into your cunt, the pad of his thumb still circling around your entrance while he sucks on your clit. Your head sinks further into the softness of the bed, eyes squeezed shut, breaking apart with just his tongue. He moans into your soppy walls, sending a shock wave of pleasure to ripple through you. 

He doesn’t even need your words, the visual of you squirming underneath him is enough to have him all bricked up, you taste like the sweetest sin. Velvety walls so tight that it has him bucking his hips into the bed, desperate for some friction, he needs you. And he’s sure he never wanted someone this badly before. 

“So fuckin’ special, aren’t you? Such a desperate baby…” You can feel his bulge against your thigh, sitting prettily and throbbing against his boxers. You always heard how big he was, but fuck, you finally get to feel it, and it’s glorious. 

And he twitched in his boxers just from eating you out? God, he was fucking perfect.  

He dips his head just enough to muffle out a few more words, “I wanna taste you fully, angel. Want you to soak my tongue.” He dives in before you can reply, eliciting dirtier moans from you, alternating between his fingers and his tongue. 

He doesn’t care about anything else but you, he wants you panting for him, cumming all over his tongue while you scream his name. 

Your thighs start to shake once he pushes two fingers inside of you, gentle but rough enough to have you squirming and bucking your hips more into him, you’re at his mercy, and he loves how tight you are. Just the thought of your tight cunt milking his cock dry has his eyes rolling. 

“S-steve,” you breathe out roughly, enjoying how his tongue is licking up that sweet spot. “I know baby,” he taunts all cockily, admiring the way your thighs shake with need. You’re going to cum soon and that prick can feel it. 

“N-need to cum, please,” your pleading is unintentional, you just need a desperate release, and he’s so fucking good. 

“Cum for me, angel, be a good girl for me, yeah?” Your eyes squeeze shut at the praise, and he takes note of that, admiring the way you tighten around his tongue and fingers at the praise. 

His fingers are quick, making you scream out his name louder and louder. “That’s it pretty girl… cum for me.” Arrogant fuck, you wish to say, but the way he laps up your juices has you whining like a little slut. And his smirk grows wider, a wet patch forming on his boxers with how hard he’s straining them, pathetically needing to be inside of you. 

You tremble, trash, squirm beneath him, his touches and stripes of licks finally enough to have your stomach twisting, with final screams of “Steve!” and “F-fuck!” the coil inside of you snaps, orgasm overtaking you with such force that your eyes are glued shut.

A gush of sweetness trickles along Steve’s tastebuds, you taste so fucking good that it drives him even crazier, lapping up at your juices and not stopping until he’s sure you’ve collapsed under him. 

He’s grinning like crazy, lips all glossy with your juices, and he looks so fucking pretty like this. It makes you want to return the favor. 

So badly. And the need to know if the title Big Daddy Steve really suits him or not stirs your stomach, your core pooling with need. If it’s true, your mouth waters with the desire to have him, he looks delicious, and you know he’ll look much more yummy while he’s fucking your mouth, pretty praises leaving his pale rosy lips. 

The avoidant part of you screams at you to not do this, but your core is begging for more. 

Maybe, just maybe, you could return the favor but still toy with him, take control, and mess with his mind. 

Enough to have him begging, pleading for more from you. 

As if he can hear your dilemma, he drags you back in, wrapping his fist around your hair as he pulls you toward him and draws your bottom lip into his mouth, all teeth, sucking with an exaggerated hum, “Do you like the way you taste on my tongue?” He mutters against your ear, licking a stripe of your neck. 

Jesus, fuck. Now, you had to return the favor. 

“Tastes so sweet,” you giggle, you are going to suck him off, but you are going to lead the way now. A smirk gleams on your lips. Teasingly, your hands trace the edge of his boxers, enough to earn a rude whine from him as you squeeze him through the harsh fabric. 

You’re quick to yank his shirt off of him without a warning, and he’s quick to flaunt his well-muscled, heaving chest. 

Asshole. 

With a strong flip, you manage to straddle him, taking him by surprise while you grin at him, and to say Steve is intrigued would be an understatement, his cock twitches at your brow raise. “What are you doing, baby?” He still manages to be so cool that your thighs ache. 

“Returning the favor,” you shrug with a smirk, eliciting low grumbles from him when you lower yourself on his chest, leaving sloppy kisses, mouth tracing a trail that leads to his delicious v-line. 

You lift the elastic away from his waist, freeing his throbbing tip, the red tip slaps against his abdomen, and your brows pinch together in astonishment admiring it. 

Jesus fucking Christ, he was not all talk. 

King Steve, indeed.

You had to hand it down to those gossipy cheerleaders, they had described him to a t, perfect girth, slightly bent to the left, and big, really fucking big, you probably needed to use your hands along with your glossed lips to take all of him in. 

He chuckled at your expression, basking in the glory of your widened eyes, “Like what you see, angel?” Another taunt, but you ignore it with a smirk this time. Pooling saliva in your mouth, you spit on the angry tip, Steve hisses at the impact and watches with a low grumble once you wrap your palm around his shaft. 

He reveled in how perfectly your soft manicured fingers looked around his delicate bubblegum pink tip, attending to his every need.

Your warm fingers are working their way around his cock, coating his length with your spit as you tugged at it gently, causing his eyes to nearly roll back in his head.

He tries his best to swallow his groans, but his hips desperately jerk up at your hand, desperately fucking it, rendering you speechless.

“You like that, baby?” Your tone was teasing, and if he didn’t feel like he was about to explode he would’ve gripped your hair and fucked your mouth with such roughness that all that you would be thinking about would be his huge cock, punishing you for being such a tease, but he was the one wrapped around your finger now, literally.  

“S’big, Stevie,” you coyly batted your lashes at him, and a shuddered breath left your parted lips as you looked up at him between his thighs. 

He almost wept at the sight, shit shit shit, you were all of his dreams wrapped into one, and he could barely speak. Your palm easily glided down his length, saliva working as a lubricant as you teased him further. 

Your other palm was quick to cup his balls, massaging them and giving them a gentle tug, while your other hand still glided down his length, enjoying the way he struggled not to let out loud groans in your hold.

Without any other word, your head tilted down, quick to mouth the tip of his intense tip, it was almost hot to touch, waiting to be attended to, so needy. Just like him.

You swipe his tip, collecting his pearl of pre-cum gently. “Jesus f-fuck!” Pathetic coarse whines leave his parted lips, he lets you take control, eyes clenched tightly. 

You give his tip more kitten licks, trying to get your throat ready for his lengthy cock. “Just like that, honey,” He praises with his head thrown back, he avoids looking into your eyes, knowing that the fucked out look on your face as your pouty lips wrapped around his cock would be enough to have him spill down your throat in seconds.

And it would be a bit embarrassing for Steve, to lose his reputation to you in a matter of seconds.

“More…” He demands, but you ignore it while you continue your teasing sweet flicks on his tip, feeling him twitch around your tongue.  “Pretty girl,” He whines and jolts his pelvis for more, desperate and needy. Just where you want him.

“Mhmm?” You whine with your mouth full, it sends a rush of pleasure through him, “Suck it, baby,” he whines again, this time pained with need. Your greedy eyes smile up at him and he’s sure you have done something to him.

Because he never wanted to cum this bad before. He wants to wipe that smirk off your face while you gag on his cum, struggling to swallow all of it as it spills down your cheeks, glistening your breasts, ruining that gloss forever, and instead, you walk around with his semen all over your face and lips.

It pulls a twisted groan out of him, you make him feel so perverted and he can’t fucking help himself. You finally accept his pleas, and with one glorious tug, you finally wrap your lips around his cock, fully, getting teary-eyed each time you try to take more of his flesh.

Steve can’t help himself, his head is dipped down, and he immediately feels his balls ache at the visual of you, crystal tears staining your cheeks, and even then, that lewd look did not leave your eyes.

“F-fucking slut, just like that,” His groans are uncontrollable, hips bucking further into your mouth. You don’t let him yank you by your hair, just yet. You let your mouth adjust to him, sucking him deep and tight. 

“Such a good girl, suckin’ my cock with all she has, mmpf.” His praise has your core clenching, damn him. 

He admires your pouty lips fully wrapped around his flesh, sucking and hollowing your cheeks as you wail for him, “Shit, shit, baby, l-look so pretty with my cock down your throat, mmhmm…” He coos, words incoherent.

“Will look even prettier with my cum shooting down that throat, isn’t that right, angel?” You hummed in agreement, looking up at him with your dark, hooded gaze, an unintentional grin playing on your lips.

He mumbled a string of curses, praising you, worshipping you. You continued your stroke on his base harshly, working the head with your tongue, a new angle that had him go absolutely insane. 

“Mmmhmm, need your cum, Stevie.” You mumbled, momentarily letting your hand do all the work before you dove back in, taking his stiff cock deep in your throat, he had been struggling before, but your words were his last straw.

Because it was exactly what he fucking wanted, owning your mouth, and fucking it with ease. 

His palm turned into a fist the second he held your hair, yanking it down as he pushed you further down on his cock, enjoying the way it hit the back of your throat, you gagged around it, all teary and Steve’s head fell back in pure ecstasy. “Y-yes, yes, fuck!” 

“Gonna cum, baby, mmmpf, god-” He panted, his cock twitching more and more you sucked on him.

“Gonna fuckin’ s-shit-” He shuddered, thighs shaking while your throat continued to squeeze the tip of his cock, and once you gave his balls some more attention, he knew he was a goner. 

“Fuckin’ give i-it to you,” He barely let out when his eyes glued shut together, almost rolling to the back of his head when you gagged around his cock, with a glorious groan of “Fuuuuuck!” Steve came in your mouth, hips still bucking into your throat as a spurt of his warm load spilled down your throat, coating it nicely. 

You only let go of his softened cock with a ‘pop!’ sound once you made sure you sucked him dry, swallowing all of it while Steve watched you with such a dazzled look that it almost made you want to do more with him. But, no. This had been enough.

You enjoyed his salty taste in your mouth and the way his fingers and mouth worked inside of you. And that was enough for you. For now.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” He grumbled a chuckle that had you grinning and winking at him. God, men really were easy. One blowjob and Steve was already looking at you like you were the most precious thing in his life. 

You had to go easy on him, tell him that you weren’t going to let him fuck you.

Because you got what you wanted, an orgasm, and the reputation of fucking “King Steve”, everyone would be gossiping about the two of you by now, it was a matter of time before that douchebag found out.

He tried to pull you in for a kiss, but you were quick to dodge it, getting up from the softness of the bed with a groan while Steve curiously eyed you. 

His brows were quick to pinch together, watching the way you easily slipped your tight dress on your body while you admired yourself in the mirror. Rubbing your lips together to fix your gloss, fingertips cleaning over the smeared mascara running down your cheeks.

“W-what are you doing?” He inquired, his face quick to fall down. 

You shrugged nonchalantly, “I want to go dance,” brows then raised in excitement “Ooohh! Maybe I could get some more weed, have you seen Munson around?” You questioned, that lustful look still dancing in your eyes.

“Uhhh…” he stammered, still confused on what the fuck just happened. “Y-yeah I think-”

“Thank fuckin’ god!” You hummed with a giggle, rushing over to his side, sloppily planting a kiss on his cheek, all shiny and smeared with his juices.

You were halfway through the door when Steve’s protests stopped you. “Wait, wait, wait!” He straightened up, softened cock and all, his glistening chest was begging to be touched, but as you decided, not today.

“What the fuck? I thought-”

“What?” You asked cluelessly, brows raised. 

“We were just getting started, angel,” He tried, but his voice wasn’t as arrogant or confident as it was before, and it took you so much to not let your lips twitch into a smirk. 

One orgasm and he was already broken? Steve was fun to play with it.  

Your giggle at him would’ve felt mocking if you didn’t do it so prettily, Steve just watched in awe. 

The poor boy. 

“You didn’t think it would be that easy, would you?” You tilted your head with a pout. Oh, you were good, he had to give you that.

Because once he literally got a taste of you, he wasn’t going to stop. 

His lips kissed his teeth, it was surely hypocritical of him to think this was unfair since that’s what he always did to other girls. 

“But–”

“See you around, pretty boy,” you cooed, throwing a wink toward his way, and shutting the door with that. Leaving Steve all alone. 

He had never felt this way before. The way his cock twitched just the thought of you again had his mind flooding, you used him, gave him the best fucking head of his life, and then left. 

Maybe this game would’ve pissed him off if someone else did it to him, if it was any other girl he would’ve lost interest, thinking she was trying too fucking hard, but it was you.

And all it did was drive Steve crazier, and make the chase all the more fun, and Steve was nothing, if not persuasive. 

[lazyjellyfish300]

12 𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 ~𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝑶𝒏𝒆

CW: x fem!reader, smut, oral(m&f receiving), fingering, older dadbod!kento and older reader, mention of having kids ,fluff, au, reader is chubby/plump/curvy

A/n: I had a vision. Some of the plot from the movie Klaus and my unquenchable desire inspired this. it's still the 12th where I am so we're still on time 😩 Idk even what I'm getting myself into with Smutmas but we're gonna say fuck it and see how it goes and how much I can do 🥰

12 days of smutmas masterlist

Wc: 1.5k

dividers by @/saradika-graphics. pics from pinterest.

Hear me out, Kento Nanami as Santa Claus...

Nanami, who retired at the age of 28 and moved to Malaysia. Who loved the sun and lived on that beach for many years.

Nanami, who traded in the powdery white sand and teal seafoam for a humble cabin and blankets of snow in a thicket of evergreens in the far, far north sometime around after he turned 40.

Nanami, who realizes he's got it bad for you, the lovely woman who rides by his cabin while he's chopping wood, on your merry way to sell your world famous cranberry jam to the local village.

Nanami, who has fought some of the most menacing curses known to man, but can't muster up the courage to invite you in for hot chocolate, until one evening.

Future Mrs. Nanami!Reader who simply can't say no to the beautiful blonde man with scars on the left side of his face, with crinkled eyes sweeter than the butterscotch goodies you loved to bake, a quiet handsomeness and gentleness he possessed that rattles the forgotten corners of your heart that no man has reached before.

Nanami and Future Mrs. Nanami!Reader who both realize when you find yourselves accidentally underneath the mistletoe, that being "just friends" isn't gonna last much longer.

Nanami, who feels so warm and sweet like the peppermint tea he was drinking as he kisses you for the first time.

Nanami, who accidentally leaves a quiet moan in your mouth as the kiss gently escalates in intensity next to the cackling fire. Who turns red and apologizes for moving too fast but doesn't get to finish his sentence before you just grab him and press your lips against his with an even hungrier fervor than before.

Nanami, whose lips part at the elegant curves of your body and how they're even more bewitching against the silk of his sheets.

Future Mrs. Nanami!Reader who coos softly, "Kento...", whose fragile voice quivers and shudders as your tight walls gently get coaxed open to the fat swollen tip of his long, heavy cock.

Nanami, whose hands intertwine with yours, who's in love by the first stroke, as your pussy just welcomes him, so soft and gushy, as it tightly embraces every inch.

Nanami and Future Mrs. Nanami!Reader who are lost to the throes of pleasure that first passionate night in the cabin. Your legs end up on his shoulders as his thrusting only gets faster and harder in sexy rhythm before he cums inside you, only to sweetly interrupt your fleeting high with the unexpected but delicious warmth of his tongue as he shamelessly laps his love out of you, before a finger or two is added, before he's hard again, and you're onto round 2 already.

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Timeskip to Kento Nanami who's 58 years old. His belly is softer and hangs over his pants thanks to you, his darling plump wife, who knows how to feed him and his bulking to adjust for the harsh conditions over time.

Nanami, whose golden locks are now overwhelmed by streaks of grey with chest, arm, leg hair, and a happy trail to match. Whose crows feet are more pronounced with laugh lines he's added along with his scars as memories he's made with you. Who's taken the liberty of growing his beard out ever since you complimented it.

Nanami, with a pair of thick thighs and a juicy bum that pillows when he sits in his chair by the fire after giving you a kiss, the fleeting cold on his lips, cheeks still rosy, and the faint gleam of sweat on his brow from working in the snow.

Nanami, who has always been that sweet soul you fell in love with and decides one year to leave the wooden creations he made in his shop for your future children you never had as surprises for the local kids in the village as a random act of goodwill.

Nanami, who realizes his small gesture is now the talk of the town and the kids can't wait for the mysterious "Santa Claus" to visit if they're lucky again.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who loads up a bag on his sled pulled by a small team of reindeer, visiting home after home to ensure no kids are left behind, a twinkle in his eye as he rides away into the night and imagines the adorable smiles that will break out that morning.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who now has a large workshop of loyal elves after they happened upon your humble abode in search of work one day.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who's the best boss around and offers free meals, a place to live, PTO, paid vacations, a pension, retirement, and 3 years worth of parental leave to his elves in exchange for their labor.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who upgraded to 9 reindeer who are the best kept reindeer on planet earth, spoiled with endless carrots and pets and cuddles to pull his sleigh every Christmas.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who loves Christmas and all the cookies and milk the kids leave out for him but not quite as much as growing old with you, Mrs. Claus.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who's on the cusp of 60 and still fucks like he's in his twenties when he's alone with his you, his lovely wife.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who's more pent up than ever before but you wouldn't know it until Christmas Day when he lumbers into your shared bedroom after a busy night of delivering presents.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who doesn't need mistletoe to fuck your brains out. The workshop is empty, every one is home celebrating the holiday that was a year in the making while he's slowly peeling those frilly pajamas off your body and discarding them on the polished wooden floor.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who's eating his favorite cookie of all, the one between your thighs that seems to mold to his tongue like you were made just for him by now.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who drinks his fair share of homemade ale but has never been drunker than right now when he's going down on you.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who has a knack for licking his plate clean(hence his dadbod) which has only served him extremely well when it comes to licking up both sides, underneath and all around your perky clit in slobbery trails that leave you a shaky mess.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who is happy to take his time. The gift of aging has left you both with a delay in getting ready, but it's considered a win since you both could spend all day with your heads in each other's crotches like it was all you were meant to do.

Santa Claus!Nanami who whispers in your neck while he fingers you,

"So good for me, darling. Always so warm and wet for me. I'm such a lucky man..."

"Did you think of me while I was gone, sweetheart? Bet you did, oh I can tell, darling. So naughty underneath that innocent smile...and just for me..."

"Kento..." You rasp as his lips snake around your nipple as he angles his thick fingers that are soaked by now in search for all those spots that make you cry to the stars, the soft wisps of his beard scratching the wrinkly skin of your inner thighs, and the aching bud of your clit. "Gonna cum too f-fast..."

"Isn't that the point, darling?" He groans. "You know I love it when you soak my beard. Don't be shy, now, love..."

And when you do his eyes are closed and he's humming like he tasted dessert for the very first time, nectar stained beard he wears with pride and it's no surprise he's already going back for seconds.

Santa Claus!Nanami and Mrs. Claus!Reader, who've been at it for nearly two hours now, surpassing the record you two set last Christmas.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who's already cummed inside you twice, but hasn't quite had enough of you yet. Your mouth is dribbling up and down his shaft with mindless strokes of your head and eyes rolled back. You're relishing the salty taste, saliva mixed with the milky white thinly dripping around the base, letting the absent-minded little thin spurt of cum for his nth orgasm trickle down your throat while his tongue lazily squelched in and out of the unrecognizable gob of juices that built around your wet entrance from endless orgasms he drew out of you already, groaning when you manage to squirt another warm trickle right into his waiting mouth.

Santa Claus!Nanami and Mrs. Claus!Reader, now cuddled up in one another in the large porcelain tub with the jacuzzi jets, faint smell of pinecone candles lit on the countertop and bubbles all around you easing their way into your aching joints.

"Merry Christmas," he whispers to you.

Santa Claus!Nanami, whom with forever only gets sweeter as the blissful passage of time with him by your side makes it feel like Christmas every single day.

@actuallysaiyan

[vxsellie]

KINDLY, DARLIN' - 𝐸.𝑊

summary. after seemingly endless days on the road, you find yourself at a random country bar in the middle of nowhere. entering with the sole goal of getting your hands on come kind of alcohol, your attention is soon drawn elsewhere. to a girl and her guitar. notes. ok funny story! this idea came to me from a 5 sec interaction i had with a complete stranger. i went out to a bar, gave ten bucks to the singer, & he said the line that the title is based off of , which the prompted my brain to conjure up an entire love story (he's prob double my age lets be so fr) Also! idk if any of u will like this comparison (if not, just ignore this). but, as i wrote this, i imagined ellie's voice like lucy gray's from the hunger game's. like the slight country drawl, strong vocals, yes yes yes yes Also x2! anyone who follows me should know that im absolute SHITTT at writing smut. but, for some reason, that doesn't seem to stop me from creating works of garbage for my own amusement. anyway, if you reach the smut & realize that it's literal trash, i won't blame u for clicking off of this. just a warning! warnings. brief mention of creepy old men at the bar, depictions of alcohol, public flirting ???, eventual smut, drunk sex in a bathroom LMAO, oral (r! receiving), fingering (r!receiving) wc. 5.1k

𝓕uck your back hurts. Well, if you're being honest, everything hurts. Your neck, back, stomach, legs, hands. Everything that's capable of aching, does.

However, rather unfortunately, you suppose that's to be expected after driving for nigh two days straight in your shitty truck. It's a 90s pickup, the white paint peeling and the tires in desperate need of care. The beige seats are worn and stained, evidence of age having taken its toll on your poor vehicle.

In spite of your truck's needs, you're far more interested in your own ⎯ getting a damn drink.

You're currently coasting through the backroads of some small western town, streets made of dirt and buildings all decrepit. You've never heard of this place before, the name having already slipped your mind due to how utterly foreign it'd been to your mind.

Your headlights cast a yellow glow onto the dirt before you, your tires crunching against fallen leaves and loose rocks. You pass gas stations, wooden homes, dollar stores, an immeasurable amount of churches, and no liquor store. Most shop signs are staked into the dirt, the few billboards all dilapidated in some way ⎯ broken letters, flickering lights, or completely torn from the ground somehow.

Then, by either the grace of God or a wondrous turn of fate, your eyes stutter on a certain sign. A broken wooden one advertising a bar. Your interest is instantly piqued, wheel turning toward the building without hesitation.

You don't give yourself the chance to even think before you're hopping out of your truck and walking into the bar.

The moment you push open the wooden double doors, the sound of boisterous laughter and heavy cowboy boots meet your ears. Perfect.

You stand in place for a moment, craning your neck with narrowed eyes are you examine the atmosphere. To the left, there's a bar with almost every stool occupied by an overweight old man. To the right, there's a pair of barn doors with the word 'restrooms' carved into the wood. In the center of the space, there's bucking machine ⎯ a drunk teenage boy holding on for dear life while his group of friends cackle at him from the sidelines.

Then, on the side of the building opposite you, there's a small stage. It's only elevated a foot or so, wood rotting a bit on the edges. But you hardly care for the conditions of the stage itself. What you find yourself drawn to is the person on it.

In the center is a stool, an auburn haired woman perched atop it with an old guitar situated on her lap. She strums the instrument in an upbeat tempo, leaned forward slightly as she sings into the microphone before her. There's a small crowd in front of the stage, girls admiring and boys whistling.

Considering how run-down this town is, you hadn't expected to stumble across a bar that's so fucking packed. There's barely any open stools at the bar, the bathroom doors are rarely sitting still as people continue to pass through them, the mechanical bull being gifted coins non-stop. But you can't complain.

After so long alone on the road, it's nice to be in such an active atmosphere. It's not calming, of course, but you welcome it lovingly nonetheless.

Watching the auburn for a few moments longer, you then turn on your heel and saunter over to the bar. You're forced to sit beside someone as the lack of stools forbids you from not having a neighbor.

"What can I get'cha, hon'?" The bartender asks you with a tip of his cowboy hat. In his other hand, he wipes the outside of an octagonal glass cup.

"Got any whiskey?" You inquire, leaning your elbows on the sticky countertop.

"Mhm," He hums, turning around to grab a bottle from the shelves behind the bar. He sets the glass onto the counter with a light clink, popping the bottle open. "'N' how would ya like it?"

"Neat."

He nods once more, pouring the liquid into the glass with a flourish before sliding it across the wood toward you. The moment you grab it, he's turning away to tend to another patron. You drink it quickly, downing the glass in one large swig.

As you place the glass back onto the counter, you feel eyes boring into you. Hoping it's someone of interest to you, you turn only to find a duo of old men chuckling at you. Their cheeks are rosy, bellies full ⎯ therefore likely drunk. You roll your eyes as the bartender refills your glass without a word.

Now with an entirely new bit of determination, you down that glass even faster. Another refill. Another singular gulp. Another refill. Another gulp. Another. Another. Another.

You're now swaying a bit atop your stool, feeling pretty good all things considered. The men continue to gossip among themselves, pointing at your ass. You feel disgusted ⎯ not at yourself, but at them for their fucking audacity. Part of you wants to knock their teeth out. But you're not that drunk.

So, instead, you take the mature approach and simply pick up your glass and exit the scene. As you walk away, you hear their chuckles increase and you suddenly regret not punching them.

Your heavy boots thud against the wooden flooring as you walk aimlessly around the bar. You push through an amass of bodies, everyone too drunk to care for your harsh shoving. Then, before you know it, you find yourself situated in the very front of the stage, glass of whiskey in hand.

The woman's voice is laced with a slight country drawl, her boot tapping against the leg of her stool to count the beats of the song. She nods her head as she sings, a small grin lighting her features.

The dim lighting of the bar doesn't do her justice. But you still manage to notice the freckles that dot her face, the cupids bow to her upper lip, the small scar on her right eyebrow. Or maybe you're just drunk and enamored by her. God, what if she finds you creepy? What if she thinks you're some fucking creep? What if she⎯

She looks at you and you swear your heart gives out right then and there. And, if that weren't enough, she winks. You feel your cheeks heat up and you blame it on the alcohol. You down the rest of your whiskey, suddenly feeling very hot. A light chuckle shakes her chest, ringing throughout the space. Nobody else thinks anything of it, of course, all too drunk and preoccupied to give a shit. But you find yourself fantasizing about all the other ways you could make this woman laugh like that again. Oh fuck you are a creep.

In a desperate attempt to salvage the residual bits of dignity you have left, you pull twenty bucks from your back pocket and step forward to drop it into her open guitar case.

She raises a brow, tipping her cowgirl hat in your direction with a smirk. "Thank ya kindly, darlin'."

Somehow, she'd managed to thank you in tune with the song, keeping the beat going without missing a second. It's almost impressive. Okay, it's super impressive. In fact, you feel your heart speeding up again, mind playing on loop the sound of her addressing you. Her country drawl, her smirk, her long fingers grabbing the bridge of her hat. Fuck.

Impulsively, you end up turning on your heel and heading right back to that damn bar. The bartender just grins as he pours you another serving, likely having noticed the flush to your cheeks and the desperation of which you placed the glass down.

"Mind if I give y' some advice?" He asks, leaning forward a bit.

In an act of self pity, you don't have the energy to deny him. "Why the hell not?"

"I ain't gotta clue who you're blushin' over, but my advice is that." He nods toward something behind you. You cast a glance over your shoulder, eyes landing on the bucking machine. You almost laugh, turning back to him with an unimpressed expression. "Listen, y' ain't gotta be good. Y' jus' gotta move your hips right n' I swear he's all yours. Trust me. I've seen it work hundreds of times."

You don't dare to correct him on the gender of your current infatuation, instead deciding to take a few more drinks for a bit of liquid courage. I mean, seriously. How else will you get this woman's attention? Plus, what do you have to lose? You'll never see her again after tonight. The least you could do is try.

After another few drinks, you're staggering over to the mechanical bull with a few coins clutched tight in the palm of your hand. The wait for the stupid thing is way longer than necessary, everyone competing for the longest time lasted on the machine.

You lean your empty hand on the frame of the wooden fence that encircles the rider, watching with reddened eyes as yet another person is flung onto the ground with a heavy thud. He rubs his head with a groan, though his sounds of pain quickly fade into laughter as he brushes off his jeans and stands upright, returning to his boisterous friends with a crooked grin.

Unease begins to lick up your spine, the logical part of your brain wondering why the fuck you're doing this for some country chick you don't even know the name of. You're strong, sure, but your luck would lead you to breaking your neck.

You look over your shoulder casting a glance in the direction of the bar. The bartender gives you two thumbs up, flashing you a grin with missing teeth. As encouraging as that is, what really pushes you to continue is seeing those two old men. They're sitting side-by-side, lustrous smirks on their face as they stare at you, leaning over every few seconds to mutter something in the other's ear. Yeah. Fuck them. You're doing this.

As you make it to the front of the line, you're overcome with naught but confidence. Whether that be due to the sound of the woman's singing growing nearer or the sight of the gross old men, you don't know. Though, honestly, it's likely because of the sheer amount of whiskey you've downed in the past hour.

"Coins." The blonde woman demands, palm of her hand facing you like a bill you've been avoiding. You place the coins into her hand and she opens the gate, hinges squealing as the prior rider stumbles out with a streak of dirt under her eye.

You walk into the ring, feet staggering a bit already from your drunkenness. You hoist yourself onto the bull, situating yourself until you feel a bit less awkward atop the back of the metal animal.

It begins rocking slowly back and forth. You find it easy at first, not really needing to use your hands. You still do, though, not much trusting the machine to not throw you off the moment you let your guard down. It picks up the speed, more. More. More. More. And, before you know it, it's thrashing back and forth. You hold onto the saddle, a dazed smile spreading across your face as you find yourself having fun.

It spins in a circle, your eyes suddenly catching on the woman on stage. She has the perfect view of you from her pedestal, her stool bringing her higher than the crowd just as the bull brings you.

She's still singing into the mic, her voice drowned out by the sound of chatter and cheers ⎯ though you're not sure if they're directed toward you or her at this point.

You've stayed on longer than you anticipated, the ache in your back returning as the bull yanks and dives under you. But you hold on, suddenly remembering the bartender's advice. You don't want to switch up whatever tactic you accidentally built into habit, but the point of this is to get the woman's attention.

So you wait until it spins back around. Then, while her eyes are pinned to yours, you shift a bit, back moving more fluidly as you roll your hips against it. Nobody else would think anything of it, the act so subtle that you simply appear to have altered your position. But she noticed. You know she did. Because her voice caught in her throat, causing her to have to take a sip from her water and apologize into the mic before resuming.

Your confidence spikes at this, suddenly feeling much more egoistical than you did when she was a complete stranger you made eye contact with once. Now you know you have an effect on her.

So you do it again, maintaining eye contact as you roll your hips against the bull suggestively.

Just as before, nobody else pays any mind, far too focused on the fact that you're stayed on for so long to give a fuck about technique. Honestly, if anyone were to notice, it'd be those creepy old men. And, hopefully, they're aware that it's pointed at this woman and now them. Though you doubt they'd care. Creeps like them rarely do.

The singer, with her eyes now pinned to you ⎯ though, everyone's now are ⎯ switches her tone a bit. Her song alters from an upbeat bar tempo with little meaning to having more directed lyrics to a girl with mesmerizing eyes. Again, nobody else picks up on this. She sings about a random girl with stunning eyes, never digressing past that.

But you know; and she knows. And that's all that matters.

She sings a certain line, something more lustful about the way you look at her. Something suggestive about the way she's imagining you. You instantly falter, your grip slipping.

You fall to the ground with a thud, the entire bar making a sound of disappointment and empathy. You don't care, though, not giving a single damn about the bull riding. All you care for is that fucking singer.

You hit the ground, breath knocked from your lungs. You cough, pushing yourself onto your hands and knees. Your head spins, the alcohol finally catching up to you. Another cough is yanked from your heaving chest as you groan.

The blonde coin-collecting woman allows the next person into the ring, not waiting for you to give your say. As the next man enters, he offers you his hand. You, desperate for assistance, take it with a grateful smile. He hauls you to your feet, muttering quick compliments on your performance on the bull. You thank him before brushing past him and exiting the ring with staggering steps.

A few people from the crowd compliment you, offering words of encouragement for the 'next time you go up'. You give them half-hearted smiles, chest still aching slightly from your fall.

You shove through the crowd, nearing the restrooms you'd seen at the entrance. You push the doors open and head into the women's side.

You brace your hands on the edge of the sink, glancing in the mirror for a brief moment ⎯ examining the small cut on your cheekbone and the bruises that are beginning to form on your shoulder and hip. You then lean down, positioning your mouth under the faucet before turning on the water. You drink it, relishing in the taste of cool liquid rather than burning alcohol.

"Mm, look who it is."

You smack your head on the faucet with how quickly you straighten. You groan, rubbing your temple as you turn to face the person standing behind you. The singer. Well fuck, that makes the head smack twenty times more embarrassing.

Somehow, she's even more alluring up close. Her pale green eyes bore into you, lashes lidding them slightly. Her skin is lightly tanned, freckles likely produced from a life spent under the sun. Her forearm has a tattoo covering the rippled skin there, lean muscles adorning the rest of said arm.

You play off your staring by narrowing your eyes at her, "Followin' me, are ya?"

"Nah." She shakes her head, stepping forward to wash her hands in the sink beside yours. She tips her head down, looking at her hands as she scrubs, hat coming to block her face from your view. Unfortunate. "Jus' comin' t' wash the filth off my hands. I wouldn't worry, though, darlin', I'm sure that Smilton boy'll check up on ya."

Your brows furrow at this. "Smillin boy?"

"Smilton." She corrects you rather harshly, looking up to meet your eyes through the reflection of the mirror. "Farmer's boy. Rich. Brunette. Helped y' up after the bull."

Realization hits you like a brick. She's jealous. This woman that you've never met, this woman that you stressed over impressing, this woman that you bruised yourself to get the attention of. She's jealous because some farmer's boy helped you stand up. A smirk tugs at your lips, an idea lighting your mind.

"Hmm," You hum lowly, brushing past her to dry your hands on one of the scratchy white towelettes. "He is quite handsome, ain't he?"

"Suppose." She replies shortly.

Your smirk only deepens, drying your hands achingly slow. Because you know she's aware that she has no right to be jealous. And that only serves to make her more pissed off. How interesting.

"What's his first name, if y' don't mind me askin'?" You speak casually, talking with her as though everything that passed between you two prior to this hadn't happened at all. It's driving her insane and you can tell.

"I dunno." She says, turning the faucet off to dry her hands beside you. "Somethin' with a J?"

"Oh, c'mon," you coo, turning to her with those eyes you know she adores. "I know y' know more than jus' his last name."

She looks away, clearing her throat with a set jaw, "you're right. Know his first initial too. It's a J."

You chuckle lightly, releasing the towelette to trace your fingertips along the soft skin of her bicep. "Yeah? And what's your first initial?"

Her entire body seems to tense, breath hitching in reaction to your touch. She looks at you from under the bridge of her hat, green eyes glinting with something informal. Something unfit for a casual conversation between two strangers in the women's rest room. You feel your heart stutter at the sight, having to make an effort not to fall to your knees before her in this very moment.

"E," is all she whispers.

"Last name?" You whisper back, matching her for quietude.

"Williams." She manages.

You hum, eyes following the movements of your hand. Had you not been so drunk, you'd likely never have the balls to be so flirty to her. But, as it turns out, your intoxication is good for something. Well, something aside from staying on some metal bull.

"How pretty," you whisper, leaning forward so your mouth is now right beside her ear. Your breath fans across her skin as you continue. "Now tell me your full name, will ya?"

Her eyes are pinned to your face, pupils tracing your features as your hand traces her arm. She finds herself mesmerized by you, entranced by your every detail ⎯ the slope of your nose, the curve of your cheek, the arc of your brow, the height of your cheekbones, the line of your jaw. She imagines running her tongue along each of these points, imagines committing your to memory using naught but her mouth.

"Ellie." She replies finally, watching closely as your eyes raise to meet hers. Her heart stutters in her chest at that, as it always does when you make eye contact.

Your gaze flicks between her eyes and lips, hand slowly inching up her arm. "Ellie?"

The sound of her name rolling off your tongue is enough to send a spark of heat to her core. That paired with the way your fingers are lightly tracing up, up, up. You move your hand over her shoulder, along her collarbone, up the side of her neck, and finally rests to cup her cheek in your palm. She leans into the touch, eyes fluttering.

"You're such a fuckin' tease," she mutters, voice low as it's weighed down by desire and a deep need to feel your skin on hers.

You ignore her words and move to lean in close enough that your noses brush. Then, with your breath fanning across her skin, you ask, "this okay?"

She doesn't say anything, instead abandoning the towelette completely and grabbing your face in both her hands. With a sudden sense of ferocity, she presses her lips to yours, pulling your body flush against hers.

"I'll take that as a yes," you chuckle between kisses.

"Quiet," she murmurs, too needy for your touch to have time for conversation. As much as she loves hearing you talk, shed much rather talk via action rather than actual words.

You giggle against her lips, your arms coming up to wrap around her neck. She hums, hat falling to the tiled floor with a light brush. With each passing second, her actions become more and more desirous, suddenly pushing your back against the nearest wall. You let out a huff of air from the impact, your lips quirking up to form a small smile, regaled by Ellie's sudden desperation for you.

She tilts her head, peppering kisses down your chin and along your jaw. They're harsh and hungry, nipping your skin in some places purely to see your brow furrow at the feel of her teeth.

As she trails down to your neck, you tip your head back against the wall and open your eyes to blink up at the wooden ceiling. Your hands fist Ellie's hair as she leaves bruises down the column of your throat.

Still well and drunk, the room swirls around you. The lights seem to shift with each blink, making this all so much more intoxicating. Your nerves are already on edge due to the alcohol, so the feel of Ellie kissing them is absolutely maddening.

You feel as she presses kisses along your collarbone, tongue grazing the taut skin there. You shift, legs pressing together as she grows more sensual in her act of quick intimacy. This movement doesn't go unnoticed by her, however, her lips quirking into a small smile against your skin as she feels rather proud of how quick she's turned you to putty under her.

She moves across the bare skin of your chest, plump lips taking time to memorize each detail that adorns you. You move again, the heat between your legs growing harder to ignore.

"Patience, darlin'." She instructs. "I'll get there when I get there."

You frown at this, "well get there faster."

Her kisses suddenly cease, looking up at you through her lashes. She tilts her head at you innocently, blinking as she waits for you to correct yourself. To reword your restive demand. "Don't be rude, now."

You can feel your dignity push at the back of your throat, pride yearning for a moment to speak. Seeing as you're normally the one making orders, this feels quite stranger. But, after the long journey you've taken, you suppose you've earned a bit of time to sit back and let someone else take the lead.

Ellie draws a line of kisses between your breasts and down your stomach, kneeling before you as her head comes to situate itself in front of your waistband. You can't help but admire how she looks from here, hair in your hands as her eyes are pinned to your denim jeans as though it's a buffet and she's a man starved. After a moment, she lifts her head to look at you.

Eye contact. Sparks shoot through your body. Somehow, something as simplistic as meeting Ellie's gaze can make you feel indescribably nervous. Pale green irises bore into you, waiting for you to utter words of consent. You do so, giving her the go-ahead.

As soon as you do, Ellie wastes no time hooking her fingers through your belt loops and pulling your jeans to your knees. She leans forward, eyes lidded.

"Wait." You pant, tugging on her hair to halt her movements. She seems rather annoyed by your sudden interruption, but looks up at you kindly despite her own irritation. You rolls your eyes at her evident pique. "What if someone walks in?"

She sighs heavily at that. "I locked the door."

"Oh, okay." You nod. Though, just as she's about to lean forward again, you stop her once more. "Wait. How did you know to lock it? You were all pissy when you first came in here."

"I didn't know." She explains hastily. "I simply hoped."

You huff out a chuckle, shaking your head fondly at her admittance. Then, finally, you don't stop her when she leans forward.

She traces her tongue along the outside of your underwear, the fabric between you only adding to the pulsing in your pussy. A shiver wracks through you, causing Ellie to grab you by the hips to hold you still. She traces circles into your hips with her thumbs, a gentle motion when compared to the needy movements of her tongue as she draws small circles into your clit.

You tighten your grip on her hair, drawing a grunt from the back of her throat. The vibrations from her mouth against your pussy makes it hard to keep back your own noises.

When she finally shifts your panties to the side, you nearly collapse at the feel of her mouth against you. She licks a long stripe up your vulva, a shaky breath yanking from you. The sound only urges her further, taking one hand and drags her middle finger up your center. You shift, leaning heavily against the wooden walls as standing upright suddenly seems impossible. Then, without warning, two fingers shove right into your hole.

Your hips jolt, moving far more than initially seeing as Ellie is now only holding on with one hand. Whilst thrusting her fingers in and out of your needy pussy, her tongue circles your clit with that same neediness, mirroring you for desperation.

Your head falls back, thudding lightly against then wall. At the sound, Ellie ceases. You almost whine at her sudden stopping.

"My eyes are down here, darlin'." She says lowly. "Let me see you."

Begrudgingly, you oblige, lowering your head to make eye contact with Ellie. She's on her knees, legs folded against tiled flooring as she resumes her lapping. You huff out an airy moan as you have to actively stop yourself from tipping your head back again. She holds your gaze the entire time, adding to the intensity of the feel. Her eyes are lidded, shoulder moving as her fingers recommence.

This all paired with your dizzy head and swimming vision makes for quite the climax, core knotting progressively as Ellie doesn't dare to stop. "Fuck," you pant as you buck your hips against her face, forced to watch as you do so. With another heavy breath and an arching back, you utter, "I'm⎯"

She seems exponentially proud as she hears you say this, regardless of if you finish your sentence or not. She pauses only for a moment to say, "yeah?"

"Mhm," you hum, though it comes out more of a moan than anything.

"Do it, darlin'."

And you do, coming undone right atop her face. She, admittedly, relishes in it, hydrated only by what you're able to provide her with. You see stars and they're swimming too, circling your head in a celestial body of pleasure. And Ellie watches, for once allowing your head to fall back as she deems this a one time exception. Because there will be a next time.

You're panting as you lower your head to face her once more, her gaze never having left your expression. She makes out with your pussy sensually as to bring you down from your high. Then, as gently as she can, she situates your panties back on correctly and pulls your jeans to rest as your hips, remaining knelt in front of you as she zips and buttons them just as she'd found them.

You watch with a twinkle of fondness behind your irises, unable to look away from the expression of adoring concentration she wears. She then uses your hips as a support system to haul herself back to her feet, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips. You can nigh taste yourself on her.

"Not bad for a stranger at a sketchy bar." You muse, picking her hat from the floor and situating it atop her auburn tufts of hair. She watches you, analyzing your every move.

"I'm not just a stranger." She reminds you as your eyes find hers, your hands coming to drape around her shoulders. "I'm a stranger who wrote a song about you."

"Mm," you hum, "so you're a stalkers stranger?"

"I prefer the term passionate." She says, shooting you a playful scowl.

You chuckle, "passionate for what? Stalking and preying on drunken women?"

"Pfft-" She scoffs. "You're not drunk."

For a moment, you consider agreeing with her. To save her the pain of realizing you hadn't been sober for this. But you know better than to lie to her. So, through lidded eyes ⎯ ones that should have been a rather telltale sign of your intoxication ⎯ you give her a look, not even needing to voice the truth aloud for her to understand.

"Well fuck." She groans, taking a step backward and causing your arms to fall to your sides.

Frankly, you'd expected her to be much more angered than that. Because you know you would be. After writing a song, chasing down, then tongue-fucking someone in the bathroom, the worst news to receive would be that they'd been wasted the entire time.

"I'm sorry," you're quick to apologize, for some reason feeling the need to earn her forgiveness.

"How're you planning to get home?" She asks.

"I hadn't thought about that." You admit.

"How about this," she suggests, "I give you a place to stay to apologize for fucking you while drunk and you let me take you to dinner tomorrow to apologize for not telling me beforehand. Deal?"

A smirk works its way to your mouth, "deal."

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Rooftop Romance

A/N: Hey all! Rei here! It’s my first time writing on Tumblr (and first time writing an x reader fic AND kiss scene), so please bear with me! I'm still tryna figure this out. Any RESPECTFUL feedback would be welcome! Also, Happy New Year!!!

Pairing: Dazai x reader

Genre: fluff, comfort (?) – I still don’t get what the hell that is

Content warning: stupid, lovesick fools, a depressed (normal) Dazai, swearing, mentions of suicide (c’mon guys, it's Dazai), kissing, idk what else so lemme know if there’s anything else I need to add...

Synopsis: Two idiots on a rooftop, trying to sort out their love lives, and a sane friend (Yosano) sighing in relief once everything ends well

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It's way too loud. The music is starting to make your head throb, and you close your eyes, trying and failing to find some quiet within. Had your best friend, Yosano, not dragged you to the “small” party the agency is throwing to help welcome the new year, you would’ve gladly spent your time huddled under the covers of your comfortable futon, soft pyjamas caressing your exhausted body as you slowly lulled yourself to sweet sleep.

But nooooooooo, instead, here you are, still at the agency on the last day of the year well past your working hours, forcing a smile that has probably turned psychotic by now – you can feel your cheek muscles burning – and trying to behave amicably with your friends. 

“(Y/N)-san! Are you okay?” 

A wide-eyed, white-haired male comes into your line of sight, a worried expression plastered on his innocent face. Shaking your head with a reassuring smile, you say in a cheerful voice that was laced with fatigue,

“I’m alright, Atsushi-kun, just a bit tired. It is quite hot and stuffy in here, not to mention the noise.”

Atsushi nods with a sympathetic look, before suggesting,

“Why don’t you go up on the rooftop, (Y/N)-san? It’d be quieter up there, and you could do with some fresh air!”

Smiling tiredly, you nod your thanks, before turning away gracefully, eager to get out of the suffocating room. However, you are stopped once more, and upon seeing the culprit, you huff in annoyance and do little to hide your disdain.

“Leaving so soon?” The amused tone does little to quench your irritation, and instead adds more water to the dam of displeasure that was threatening to break within you. 

“What, Yosano? Haven’t you done enough by dragging me here in the first place? My poor futon is lonely without me!” Unfortunately, your irritated scowl only made her laugh harder.

“Your futon will survive (Y/N). Now, why are you trying to escape? You haven’t forgotten you lost our little bet, now, have you?”

You look absolutely murderous now, the urge to wipe the smirk off Yosano’s face becoming unbearable. Oh, how you long to use that chainsaw of hers on her to hear her beautiful screams. But soon, that anger boiling away within you turned on yourself, and you cursed your overconfident, past self...

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“Nuh-uh (Y/N)! I won fair and square, and we agreed loser has to do one thing the winner says...”

You pout adorably, big puppy eyes blinking innocently at the sadistic doctor before you, hoping it would give you a lighter sentence, but alas, it did nothing to sway her. The room the two were in was dark, save for the four, small candles lit in the middle of the room on the floor in between the two, giving a red glow as the aroma of roses clung around them. It was easy to mistake the atmosphere for romantic, had the inhabitants not been cackling madly a few minutes prior, unhinged grins lighting their faces.

“Confess to Dazai at the party the Agency is throwing tomorrow. I can’t bear to see you still pining after him like a lovesick fool for any longer!”

Your eyes widen for real this time, the innocent act from before long ago abandoned, as a soft blush made its way across your cheeks. You look away shyly, and ask in a small voice,

“C-confess? Me? B-but...what if...”

You trail off, fear seizing your chest as you think of finally allowing your true feelings to surface. There is no way you could confess...you don’t have the guts to go up to him...You were close friends, but what if you ruined that by confessing? What if he doesn’t like you back? Dazai Osamu does not seem to be a man that sits back and waits if he has feelings...surely, he would have confessed to you by now if he liked you? Your heart says you’d be better off trying so that you’d have an answer, and one less regret to add to your list of life-long, dumb (Y/N) moments, but your head was too much of a coward to listen.

And seeing you in such a dilemma had forced Yosano to take matters in her own hand. She had carefully crafted the perfect trap for you to fall into in order to get you to confess to the man that had seized your heart. And you definitely didn’t need to know that she had cheated in the game in order to win. Yep, Yosano preferred causing pain rather than enduring it.

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“Yosano, please! H-he’s not even here! So, why should I even stay?” 

Yosano’s expression softens. She gently takes one of your hands into both her own, and squeezes reassuringly as she says,

“I’m doing this because I want you to be happy. (Y/N), I don’t want you to ever look back and wonder what would have happened if you had confessed, I want you to know that answer. By the way, he’s on the rooftop,” your breath hitches at this information, “But I won’t force you. The choice is yours now.”

With a final, soothing smile, Yosano leaves to drag Kunikida with her to the make-shift dance floor at the centre of the room to bend him backwards (hoping it breaks a few bones which she could mend) but you’re too busy in your own world to notice. Standing frozen in front of the staircase, you attempt to clear your head and calm yourself. Determined not to let Yosano’s efforts go to vain, you let your legs carry you to him.

And once you spot Dazai Osamu, your breath leaves you. He’s sitting on the floor, back against the wall with his left foot propped up, left knee acting as an arm rest. His eyes are closed whilst his long fingers are rhythmically tapping against his right thigh, a mindless action of his that is making your mind race with thoughts you’d rather never share with anyone. The gentle wind ruffles his soft, brown locks, and a genuine smile is gracing those pretty lips you often find yourself staring at. He looks so...so at peace that a part of you wants to preserve that rare expression of his and not bother him. Pull yourself together (Y/N), you think to yourself sternly, and before your brain can come up with any more excuses, you softly glide towards him.

“H-hey, Dazai-kun,” you hate how nervous you sound as you approach him tentatively, almost like you’re trying not to scare him away, when in reality, it is you who wants to run away.

He finally cracks an eye open, before letting it fall shut again, humming a reply. You stop a few feet away from him, your courage evaporating away at his unenthusiastic response, and you fidget with your hands, unsure of what else to say. Almost as if he could sense your growing unease, Dazai heroically fills in the silence,

“Why are you so far away, Belladonna? C’mere,” he pats the spot next to him, and you sink to the floor beside him, unable to process a single though as the proximity addles with your brain.

Smiling softly, he asks,

“Do I scare you, (Y/N)-chan? You always seem to keep your distance from me nowadays.”

Shaking your head vigorously, you answer, thankfully without stuttering this time,

“Never, Dazai-kun! I just feel...nervous around you.”

He frowns at this, and you long to smooth out the crease between his eyebrows. Your hand twitches, and your pinkie finger accidently grazes the bandaged hand next to yours, eliciting a pink blush to dust your cheeks. Dazai’s gaze immediately falls on the hand next to his, and you dare not move it. Suddenly, as if on instinct, his large hand engulfs your smaller one, and before you can stop it, a soft gasp falls from your lips. The feeling of his calloused yet gentle hand sends a warm feeling through your chest, and a timid smile makes its way across your face. Piercing, brown eyes turn to give you a scrutinising stare as the frown marring his ethereal face deepens. His inquisitive eyes are searching for answers, trying to decipher every secret your soul holds, before letting out a weary sigh.

“I was hoping it would not come to this,” his voice is low, and makes your blush deepen at how intimate this feels, his voice feels. You still do not have the nerve to look at his face, instead opting to stare at your intertwined hands.

But he lets go – and you miss the warmth he provided already – as he stands up and walks to the edge of the rooftop, and you stumble to your feet gracelessly before jogging after him. You shoot Dazai a questioning stare, trying to ignore how gorgeous his side profile looks, as you attempt to get answers. When he finally turns to you, a frown is settling on your face now. He is smiling, yes, but it was the one he wears for everyone else. Too fake, too forced. You do not like it. But before you can say anything, Dazai speaks,

“What’s your New Year’s resolution, (Y/N)-chan?”

Unable to stare at his fake persona, you look ahead at the vast city at your feet. Yokohama was truly a beauty, especially at night with its magnificent lights, and your heart swells with pride at the fact that you’ve contributed to protecting this place. This home. Your home.

“I want to let go of my fears. I want to be brave.”

He regards you with a curious expression, before chuckling softly and you relish at the sound, subconsciously relaxing at such a pure burst of happiness. You were the cause of this. And you love it.

Childishly, he retorts,

“Don’t you wanna know my resolution, ‘donna? It’s to commit a double –”

His eyes widen in surprise as you frantically cut him off by covering his mouth with your hand. Somewhere in your mind, you feel a surge of utter elation as you feel his soft lips against your palm, but you’re too anxious to fully process this.

“Please don’t say that,” you beg Dazai with tears in your eyes, and this time, he is able to disguise the shock he feels from your intense display of emotions.

A vacant smile is plastered on his face as he gently grasps your wrist and pulls you hand away. Not letting go, he emptily states,

“It’s not like anyone will care or miss me.”

“No!” you shout it, you scream it, you yell it so loudly that you yourself flinch at the cacophonic noise. It echoes, the raw desperation in your tone deafening, and you both stare at each other, you in shock, him waiting for you to recover.

“The agency will care!” you insist, boldly grabbing the front of his trench coat as if to prevent him from running away from your sharp words. You seem to be unconscious of your actions, too absorbed in trying to convince the suicidal man before you, “Atsushi will care! You’re his mentor, what will he do without you?!”

Suddenly, the strength leaves you, and you sway on your feet before falling forward against Dazai’s chest. Firm arms wrap themselves around you, holding you in a gentle embrace as you gulp air, burying your head into his chest to hide your tears. Weakly, you utter,

“I care.”

Dazai sighs softly, resting his chin on your head as he holds you close to him, rubbing soothing circles on your back as he gently rocks you back and forth. Taking in a deep breath, he whispers in your ear,

“My sincerest apologies for making you upset, my love.”

Your head shoots up at the nickname, and he chuckles at the innocently surprised expression on your face. Wiping away your tears and gently brushing the hair out of your face, he looks into your eyes with a tender expression. Smiling exhaustedly, he adds,

“You’re making it extremely difficult for me to push you away, (Y/N).”

In the distance, the countdown for the new year begins.

10

“W-what do you mean?” You ask, confused.

9

He twirls a strand of your hair between his fingers as he answers quietly, “You came to confess to me, didn’t you?”

8

You look mortified, jaw falling open in shock, although you should have expected a great detective such as Dazai Osamu to deduce this. You ask in an accusatory tone,

“You knew this whole time?”

7

Failing to stifle his laugh, he nods his head with a mischievous glint in those vibrant brown eyes.

6

“Bastard!” You gasp out, but there’s no real bite in your tone as you hit his chest hard.

5

Dramatically, he cries out, “I’m sorry my love! Those emotions you feel, I feel them too! So please, spare me the pain!”

After a few beats of silence, his cheery façade fades away, leaving a serious, broken man who says in a forlorn tone, “But I, a monster, do not deserve someone as pure as you.”

4

You expression softens, as you gently take his face in your hands and firmly say,

“Your past actions do not define who you are. You’re trying to be a good man. You’re on the light side now. And that big leap you took, it shows that you’re the furthest thing from a monster, Dazai.”

3

He steps closer, the hands on your waist tightening, and gratitude drips from his tone as he says,

“Thank you (Y/N), for always being there for me. I don’t know how I can repay you.”

2

Your smile turns sly as you say,

“I know of a way.”

Your eyes quickly dart to his perfect lips, before finally looking him in the eye, and his reciprocating smirk tells you that he perfectly understands what you have just implied. The depths of both your emotions hits the other full force, and you both lean closer, foreheads touching, noses brushing past each other. You can feel his hot breath against your mouth, and you unconsciously part your lips as you stare deep into his soul.

1

With utter adoration, you utter,

“I love you, Dazai.”

Without missing a beat, he earnestly replies,

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Your eyes flutter shut a millisecond before he closes the gap, replacing the air around you with something much sweeter. His lips meet yours, soft and gentle as they caress yours, pouring all of his love for you into your first kiss. Fireworks go off around the both of you, creating a beautiful illumination of a new couple, but you are too absorbed in the intoxicating love Dazai is providing you to care. The cheering below feels as if they are specifically for you, and it causes you to push yourself deeper into his embrace. At last, you break apart, gasping for breath, as you rest your head against his chest, a dopey smile playing on your lips. Chuckling deeply, he huskily asks,

“How was that, my Belladonna?”

Teasingly, you remark,

“Not bad.”

He pouts, and it takes all of your willpower not to kiss it away. Relenting, you admit,

“It was perfect, Dazai, just like you are.”

You don’t know if your eyes are playing tricks on you, but you swear you just saw the great Dazai Osamu, the world’s biggest flirt, blush at your words. But you don’t dare ask him. Not when he looks so content, just like he did when you first stepped foot on the rooftop. Resting his forehead against yours, he states,

“It appears you have fulfilled your new year’s resolution.”

Giggling, you reply,

“Yep, it appears so!”

And with a sudden burst of courage, you grab his collar and pull him down to you, smashing your lips against his passionately. 

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A/N: It was much shorter in my head 😅 Well, this is my New Year’s gift to all of you! And Atsushi definitely knew someone was waiting on the rooftop for our lovely (Y/N), that sly li’l kitty...

[beloveds-embrace]

Tbh I'm starting to suspect that most of my asks for you are just going to be me affectionately yelling at you.

Because you've given me so many ideas???? And now I'm faced with the constant "LEMME GIVE THIS READER A FRIEND PLEASE LET ME BE HER FRIEND"

Dukedom AU? Congrats, Reader now has a friend who's father was Riley's and Price's general and while she has no doubts about Reader's husband, they haven't seen each other since Reader's parents practically forbid it in their teens and- actually, isn't Duke Riley still friends with Duke Price? And unmarried? ... She has a letter to write. Short and simple should do it. (And maybe her and Reader resume their queerplatonic relationship- the Friend is devoted to the Reader like a cat returns to the same home that lets it chase the rats)

Shifter AU? Here, Reader's friend is a demigod (Zeus' kid who begged for Hera's forgiveness and bound herself to the goddess in blood and ink) who works nights and lets it known exactly how she feels about her friend being taken without letting her know first via lightening storm over the whole fucking city until she knows Reader is safe. (And maybe she's slowly becoming a minor deity herself. Maybe Soap gets a whiff of hair bleach when she's pissed, or tattoo ink when she's cackling, or antiseptic when she's offering comfort).

Fertility God AU? The deity of death visits sometimes, calm and quiet and peaceful- a reminder that it is dying that's painful, while death itself is nothingness. She never picks the plants herself, merely grabs the flowers Reader picked already and uses that to tap noses. Okay I might actually just take the idea of 141 serving their war god and the war god being slowly brought to his knees and going a whole other direction with it.

Just. Let me give these soft Readers Fierce Friends who'll take one look at these military men and be like "Bitch you still have an Achilles tendon, I will cut you down if you hurt them." And maybe that's a turn-on for a couple of them, idk it could happen.

So. Many. Ideas. And I'm like, buzzing with insecurity about writing them because they weren't mine to start with and tbh Tumblr is really the only way I know these characters? And also I appreciate it if you made it this far through my word vomit thank you for your time and have a good day!

As long as the yelling comes from a place of love who am I to complain? 😌💕

Also omg yes every reader needs a friend. A good, dependable friend that lessens the angst just a little.

Also omg yes?? If Friend manages to even convince Simon to marry her, with the promise that she wants nothing romantic with him just a way to be close to you again, then she’d also solve the rumors that still spread about Simon’s unmarried status even with the general fear of him. And you get your darling Friend close again! Win-win, and the 141 get to see you exceptionally happy and excited.

Friend looked away for just a short while and then returns to learn your shitty boyfriend has cheated on you with your other shitty friend she never liked, you aren’t anywhere in your home and you haven’t gone to work and you have been kidnapped by some pack of shifters- personally, anyone would be fucking pissed too ngl. Friend probably smells the loveliest when she’s with you, though, when she sees you happy at last.

Now the Fertility god au I’m gonna need more from you babes you can’t just leave me hanging here 👁️👁️ /nf

And yes. Like I said all readers deserve a fierce friend it’s not a law but it should be and yes to that too i need them to blur the lines between friends and lovers just a lil too. Life’s more that way, me thinks.

Also no please don’t worry, fandom spaces are shared and new writings are always welcome 😭🫶🏻 i haven’t laid a single finger on any of the games im just rawdogging it too dw so you should absolutely write if you want to without fear!! Thank you for this wonderful ask I loved reading it!

[handmade-witch]

Be Mine - Happy Valentine's Day 💝

Pairing: Theodore Nott x Reader

[[AN: kinda modern AUish? Idk Theo makes a ur mom joke (i'm sorry I couldn't help myself) - enjoy! 😂💞]]

Read Mattheo's story here <3

Read Blaise's story here <3

Read Draco's story here <3

Read Enzo's story here <3

You flop on your bed, sighing heavily. Pansy, your roomate, used to your dramatic antics, doesn't even look up from the magazine she's flipping through.

"What's wrong," she asks plainly. The pages crinkle softly as she turns them.

"I swear everybody in this whole damn school has a Valentine for tomorrow except me." You groan. You grab a pillow and proceed to shove your face into it, letting out a frustrated groan.

"Oh come on I'm sure not everyone has a date for tomorrow."

"Says you," you grumble through the fabric of your pillow. "You and Draco are all in love or whatever, and-"

"We are not in love." She cuts you off. If your head was not buried in the pillow, you would've seen how her face flushed red at the suggestion.

"Whatever." You huff, "As I was saying, you and Draco, Daphne and Blaise, i think Enzo's going out with some Ravenclaw, and knowing Mattheo he's likely already picked out his one night stand." You sit up, hugging the pillow against your chest. "I guess I'm just destined to be alone this year. Maybe I'll buy myself roses. Is that as pathetic as it sounds?"

Pansy chuckles at your dramatic ranting. "Maybe just a smidge pathetic." She teases. She looks up from her magazine and meets your eyes. "You're forgetting someone."

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks. "Please don't," you grumble, "the thought of him with other girls makes me want to throw up." You squeeze the pillow tightly.

"As far as I'm aware he does not have a date." She shrugs innocently, looking back down at the magazine in her lap.

"As far as you are aware." You roll your eyes. "How would you even know?"

"Well Draco hasn't mentioned anything and you know how much he loves gossip."

You chuckled. Your blonde friend did have a reputation as the school's biggest gossip. If you wanted to know anything about anyone he would be the person to ask.

"Well you know Theo," you sighed. You knew Theo- perhaps almost better than you knew yourself- and that's what made this so hard. "He's a private guy."

"Maybe you should just ask him out? Ya know, grab the bull by its horns or whatever."

"And risk him rejecting me and ruining our friendship? I'd rather just be alone tomorrow." You groan and flop back on the bed.

"Just think about it." She replies.

•••

At the same moment, Mattheo, Theodore, and Draco are playing a game of pool in the common room. Mattheo leans over the table, holding the cue stick steady as he lines up his shot.

"So Theo..." Mattheo starts. He hits the cue ball, sending it rolling into another ball with a clink, which rolls into the pocket. "Plans for tomorrow?"

Theodore frowns. Mattheo knew he didn't have plans for tomorrow so why would he bring it up?

"Yeah with your mom" he mutters, leaning over to line up his own shot.

Draco cackles. Mattheo punches Draco in the arm.

"Why didn't you ask someone out? It's not like you have to marry them or anything. Just go out and have some fun." Mattheo shrugs, using his cue stick to lean on nonchalantly.

"There's no one I was interested in asking." Theo shrugged, leaning against a piece of nearby furniture.

Draco scoffs as he hits his shot. "Oh that's the biggest lie you've ever told."

Theo's jaw tightened and his ears turned red. "Shut up Malfoy."

"You two are insufferable." He complains, "just kiss already so the rest of us can move on with our lives."

"Why didn't you just ask [Y/N]?" Mattheo asks.

Draco answers the question for Theo. "Wah I don't want to ruin our friendship. Oh they don't see me like that. Blah blah blah," Draco mocks. Now Theodore punches him in the arm.

"No need to be so aggressive." He pouts, rubbing his shoulder.

The group falls silent as they continue their game but Theodore's mind is distracted by thoughts of you. He wanted so badly to ask you to be his Valentine but Draco was right. He didn't think you saw him that way and he didn't want to ruin the friendship you two had.

•••

You sat at breakfast the next morning, scowling into your coffee. You were in a proper foul mood with reminders of your own loneliness everywhere you turned. The only reason you had gotten out of bed was because Pansy had told you she had a suprise for you and that she would not give it to you umless you did. When you did get up, she presented you with a stuffed animal that read "Best Friends" across it's belly and a box of your favorite chocolates. You had to admit that it was a sweet and kind gesture. You hugged Pansy tightly and thanked her before you both got ready and headed down for breakfast.

Now that you were at breakfast you were regretting your decision. Flowers and heart-shaped boxes and teddy bears surrounded you. Couples holding hands, hugging, and kissing were everywhere you turned. You pretend to be very interested in your pancakes when Draco joined the table, kissing Pansy sweetly. You plaster a smile on your face when Blaise and Daphne walk up hand-in-hand. And when Theodore takes his seat next to you, you don't acknowledge him, which he thinks is odd. You always say good morning to him.

He nudges you lightly with his elbow. "You okay?" He asks, concern lacing his features.

"Just peachy." You grumble, taking a long sip of coffee.

"So what are you up to tonight?" Theo asks.

You sigh heavily. You really didn't want to be telling him this but you can't help the snarky remark that falls from your lips-- "Got a hot date with a bottle of wine."

Pansy snickers from her spot across the table. You shoot her a glare and stick out your tongue.

•••

The day drags by. You try your best to pay attention in class but the excitement of the day has everyone distracted. You find yourself just watching the minutes tick by on the clock.

Theodore studies you rather than his school material throughout the day. He reads the dissappointed expression in your face and it leaves a sad pang in his heart. He had a guilty feeling sitting like a rock in his stomach.

When class ends you practically run to your dorm room. You immedietly shed your school uniform and change into your comfiest clothes. You rummage through your wardrobe to pull out a hidden bottle of wine. You tore open the chocolates and made a bag of popcorn. And when that was ready you crawled under the covers and turned on Tangled, uncorking the bottle and taking a sip.

Theodore is in the courtyard leaning against a pillar and smoking a cigarette. He was mentally kicking himself. God he was pathetic, he thought. He watched a couple walk across the lawn, hand-in-hand. He sighed, putting out his cigarette and stalking off towards the dorms.

You felt a twinge of annoyance when the sound of a knock startled you out of your immersion in the film. You dragged yourself over to the door. You started to say "What do you want," in an angry tone but when you saw it was Theodore, your words died in your throat.

Theodore looked you up and down. You are wearing an oversided hoodie and are holding the stuffed animal Pansy gave you. Your cheeks and eyes were red.

"Are you crying?" He asks, taking a step forward.

You take a step back into your room. You wipe your tears on the sleeve of your sweatshirt. "Don't judge me, it's a heartfelt movie." You grumble.

Theo holds his hands up in defense, "I wasn't judging." He took a deep breath, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I came to apologize," he sighed. "I feel like I messed this up big time."

Your eyebrows draw together, giving him a confused stare. You had no idea what he was talking about.

He sighed again, looking into your eyes with a soft gaze. "I'm sorry. I should've asked you to be my Valentine."

Your eyes trace the features of his face as you take in his words. "Why didn't you?"

Theo ran a hand through his hair. "I- I got in my own head. Convinced myself you wouldn't want me to ask you."

You hug the stuffed animal tight to your chest, twisting your body back in forth slightly as your eyes fall to his shoes.

"Theo.." you say in a small voice. "You were the only person I wanted to ask me."

Theo takes a step forward and you don't take a step back this time. He gently brushes your arm with his fingertips. He angles his head to try to look in your eyes. "I'm sorry. Is there any chance you would give me a do over?"

"Valentine's day is almost over." You mumble, shrugging your shoulders in defeat.

"Well then we can pretend tomorrow is Valentine's day. Let me make it up to you. Please?" His blue eyes are soft and pleading.

"Yeah, okay." You sigh, a soft smile finding its way to your face.

Theo grins in response... before turning around and swiftly walking out of your room and closing the door behind him. Your jaw drops open in shock. 'What the fuck just happened?' Moments later you hear a knock.

"What the--?" Theo is now standing in front of your door, holding your favorite flower out to you.

"[Y/N] will you be my Valentine."

You break into a real smile now, grinning from ear to ear as you except the flower with a soft chuckle. "Of course." You step back gesturing to the room behind you. "Care to join me for a not-Valentine's-day movie night?"

Theo returns your grin and nods.

•••

After that it becomes a special tradition: for as many years as you and Theo date, he never takes you out on the 14th-- always the 15th. 💞

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Ⓣⓡⓐⓝⓢⓕⓞⓡⓜⓔⓡⓢ Ⓞⓝⓔ Ⓣⓘⓒⓚⓛⓔ Ⓗⓔⓐⓓⓒⓐⓝⓞⓝⓢ

(𝔸/ℕ: 𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥⁉️ 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝟙𝟘𝟙% 𝕊ℍ𝕆𝕌𝕃𝔻 𝕓𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕠𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕋𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕋𝔸𝕃𝕃𝕐 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕙𝕒𝕙𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕠𝕙𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕠𝕠 𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕣𝕣….)

𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 ℙ 𝕃 𝔼 𝔸 𝕊 𝔼 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟’𝕥 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝔻 𝔸𝕌ℍ𝔾𝔽𝔾𝔾𝔻ℍ𝕊ℍ 𝕀 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼 𝕋ℍ𝕀𝕊 𝕄𝕆𝕍𝕀𝔼— 𝔾𝕌𝕐𝕊 𝕀 ℕ𝔼𝔼𝔻 𝔸𝕋 𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕊𝕋 𝟚 𝕄𝕆ℝ𝔼 𝕄𝕆𝕍𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝕋ℍ𝕀𝕊 𝕀𝕋𝔼ℝ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ 𝕆𝔽 𝕋ℝ𝔸ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕆ℝ𝕄𝔼ℝ𝕊 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕀 ℂ𝔸ℕ 𝔻𝕀𝔼 𝔸 ℍ𝔸ℙℙ𝕐 𝕎𝕆𝕄𝔸ℕ 𝔾𝔼𝕋𝕋𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝔸 𝕋ℝ𝕀𝕃𝕆𝔾𝕐 𝕆𝔽 𝕋ℍ𝔼𝕊𝔼 𝕊𝕀𝕃𝕃𝔸𝕐 𝕊𝕀𝕃𝕃𝕀𝔼𝕊

‼️‼️‼️𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝔽𝔸𝕀ℝ 𝕎𝔸ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾…𝕄𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝕁𝕆ℝ 𝕊ℙ𝕆𝕀𝕃𝔼ℝ𝕊‼️‼️‼️

💙ᴏʀɪᴏɴ ᴘᴀx💙

☆ I love this big hunk of junk to a V E R Y normal amount…

☆ 🗣️SWIIIIIITCCHHHHH🗣️ (probs 50/50 or something along those lines)‼️‼️‼️

☆ There is so so so SO much freaking Switch energy radiating from this red and blue bot; it’s genuinely crazy.

☆ He just gives off Switch vibes…I have a feeling /ref.

☆ If you really want to drive Orion up the walls, across the floor and around all of Iacon…anticipation and light touches/pokes are most DEFINITELY the way to go.

☆ I feel like he’s more used to roughhousing and firm touch cuz him and D-16 just play fight a WHOOOOLE BUNCH 🤺!!!

☆ Sooooo when someone pokes him- for example if Bee wanted to get his attention and poked him in the side…Orion would just die right then and there.

☆ SUUUUPER JUMPY OML 😭🤚🏾?!

☆ Literally folds like a broken lawn-chair when poked and legit always gets made fun for it (💕lovingly ofc💕).

☆ His laugh is kinda breathy and low I can imagine <3.

☆ But if you get him in a sweet spot his laugh is just literally an energon mine full of wheezes and loud cackles 👏🏾🙂‍↕️.

☆ ALSO GASPS AND HICCUPS AND SQUEAKS AND RAAAAHHHH HE’S SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE PIE ☹️💖💘💝💕.

☆ Literally keyboard smashes through laughter when he’s getting tickled— the noises he makes are so freaking random Dee’s had to stop in the middle of tickling him to just laugh along with him (uughgghfh I’m so ill I cannot with these two…) .

☆ Bro’s laugh is the definition of ✨contagious✨.

☆ I feel like Orion’s worst spots are his pedes, underarms and ribs (where are ribs on a transformer idk uhhhmmnhhnm..) for sure.

☆ A pretty mouthy and cheeky Lee tbh; digs his own grave 99.9% of the time 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️.

☆ His signature catchphrase is: “W-Wahahait cahan’t w-we tahahalk ahabout thihihis fihirst…?” 

☆ 👏🏾IS👏🏾SO👏🏾SASSY👏🏾

☆ Tickled into apologizing literally every single solar cycle (idk what that is in Earth years uuhhmmm have mercy on me old Transformer fans 🙇🏾‍♀️).

☆ Being sassy? Tickles. Being reckless?? Tickles. Being a dumbaft in general??? Tickle tickle tickles and more tickles.

☆ HONEST TO PRIMUS HATES AND LOVES THE RIB COUNTING GAME; will literally beg and plead if anybot so much as hints on doing it to him. 

☆ 🫢He🫶🏾will⛓️scream🥀and😔shout💔and⛓️‍💥let🎭it🌧️all🌚out🌝

☆ I headcanon Orion is sliiiiiightly older than Dee (like…barely a couple nanoseconds idk) and anytime he has some rat aft awful idea he’s always like “Didn’t Sentinel say to always respect your elders 😌~?”

☆ And Dee will just look at him in genuine confusion like “🤨..Bro he never said anything like that tf is you on—?” (Cuz y’all already KNOW D-16 knows actually EVERYTHING Sentinel has said in his speeches cuz he’s just a fanboy like that eheheh).

☆ And Orion just laughs back like, “Oho, you didn’t hear? Yeah, he just wants sparklings like yourself to listen and take advice from cool beautiful bots such as I 😙~!” 

☆ And literally without a thought, D-16 just rolls his optics and goes back to what he’s doing, saying: “I didn’t know older brothers came in small-sized 🤔.” 

☆ Is teased about his height every. single. nanoklik.

☆ Once, Dee just randomly picked up Orion, slung him over his shoulders and tickled the living DAYLIGHTS out of him and just yapped about how short he was <3!!

☆ Does little pedes kickies and pedes stomps when he’s getting tickled <33!!

☆ I HC that him and Dee cuddle sometimes (I see them as brothers just fyi 👍🏾) and D-16 is usually the big spoon like…a good 50% of the time and anytime he is he just sneeeeeaaaakily slips his digits near Orion’s chassis and the poor bot loses his freaking mind.

☆ Cannot handle tickles from behind…it will legit leave him in shambles 🫣.

☆ IS SO DAMN ANNOYING WHEN HE’S IN A LEE MOOD OH MY FREAKINGGGGG GOD.

☆ Will pester anything and anyone.

☆ Back to his jumpiness, though…when he’s in a Lee mood..it’s…like, TEN TIMES WORSE.

☆ D-16 could literally touch his sides to move him so he could like idk scoot by to get something and Orion just goes “🐇.”

☆ Is the prime (wink wink nudge nudge) example of “Yeah, I’m gonna say I hate getting tickled or I don’t like it but don’t stop...”

☆ LOVES 🤺TICKLE🤺FIGHTS🤺 AND 🏃🏾‍♀️TICKLE🏃🏾‍♀️CHASES🏃🏾‍♀️ RAUHGHGHD !!!!!

☆ Can’t take what he dishes out but let’s be so fr we all knew that already 😗🫶🏾.

☆ Got a lot of cheer up tickles from Dee I feel like since yk Orion does not like his mining life at all. He hates having to be on protocol and hates being seen like he’s less just because he doesn’t have a cog so at the end of the day he’s just come to the conclusion that maybe mining is all he’s good for…

☆ And D-16 just goes “Nu-uh ☝🏾🙂‍↔️” and w r e c k s his aft (with a bonus spark to spark)

☆ Okay okaY THIS GOT ANGSTY REALLY QUICK UHHHH WOOPS…

☆ Says “IHIHI’M NOHOT TIHICKLISH!!!” literally as your tickling him and he’s laughing his spark out (I hate him sm he’s such a freaking loser I hope he dies a second death).

☆ Hates it when some bots (those some bots mostly being Elita) mention how easy it is to knock him down a peg or how he can’t take what he dishes out…his faceplate will literally BURN AUGH.

☆ Is sososososo giggly after tickles 🫠💘…

☆ LER ORION TIME YAYAYAYAY 🕺🏾💕✨‼️

☆ Yk when you hit a good spot when tickling someone (somebot in this case ig) and they just laugh silently jgjfjjrkd??? Well, when that happens, this dummy says dumb stuff like “Jackpot~!” or “Bullsoptic~!” or “Gotcha~!” or HRHGRGFH YOU GET THE POINTTTTT.

☆ The type to stuff his servos under his victims— uhhh I mean friend’s arms and bitch and complain about how they’ve trapped his hands with their 'mucho muscles and superb strength'. 

☆ “I dunno why you keep squirming…you’re literally not going anywhere. I hope you do realize I could keep this up for seeeveral solar cycles, right~?”

☆ Is 'The Word’s' number one fan when being a Ler.

☆ Uses it CONSTANTLY when teasing and tickling somebot and uses it even MORE if he knows said bot can’t handle hearing it (that said bot being Dee…).

☆ Lots of “D'aww’s” and “Aww’s” and “N'aww’s”; literally just a handfull of some of his catchphrases bro.

☆ Loves burying his faceplate into bot’s neck wires 💞EEEEEE💞 just for teases and taunts eheehee.

☆ 👑THE RASPBERRY AND NIBBLING KING👑

☆ He would be able to dish out like millions upon MILLIONS of raspberries and nibbles if he really felt like it…it’s insane…HE’S insane…

☆ Considers himself to be a 101% Ler…buuuut we all know that’s false af 🤝🏾🤝🏾🤝🏾.

☆ Another HC of mine but one of D-16 and Orion’s forms of affection is gentle forehead bumps/bonks 🫶🏾. Just a lil silly thing the two do sometimes and Orion does it ALLLLL the time when tickling Dee.

☆ Legit loooooves tazing. Someone needs to stop this man 😭🤚🏾…he has a genuine problem and doesn’t understand how freaking EVIL tazing is (YES I AM TALKING FROM EXPERIENCE).

☆ Sometimes him and Dee have different mining shifts throughout the day and so when they do, Dee always makes sure to say 'hi' when they’re passing by each other like the sweet bot that he is right???

☆ But Orion, instead of giving a normal response he just gives his bestie the smuggest grin ever and either wiggles his digits at him, feigning a 'wave' or he just straight up pokes him in the back plate and the sides 😭😭😭.

☆ Brought out the 'Tickle Monster’ persona when meeting Bee REAAAAAL quick.

☆ Comes up with the meanest of nicknames such as 'gigglebot' or uhhhh yeah no that’s all I got but you catch my drift.

☆ IS. SO. COCKY. IT’S SICKENINGGGGG.

☆ Yaps on and on and ON about how you could honestly stop him if you really wanted him to. 

☆ Gives 🫂hugs and cuddles🥰 as aftercare or if anything he’ll give a small fistbump 🤜🏾💕🤛🏾.

☆ Will play fight to pin his Lee down; whatever it takes. 

☆ SOSOSOSOSO PLAYFUL.

☆ Loves just randomly picking tickle games to torture— uhhh I mean…play with with his friends 😉👍🏾! For example he’d be like “Okay…uh, truth or dare: you tell me your favorite spot to get tickled or I tickle you 😇!” 

☆ “But I’m not doing anything/I’m barely touching you~!” 

☆ Talks about tickling as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. 

☆ He’ll be like: “Oh, yeah! That really tickled me pink…” cue him looking over at you to see you a 

☆ Will blatantly just ask someone if he could tickle them if he’s in a bad enough Ler mood.

☆ Is the type that could yap for days about how cute a laugh is (he does it with Elita 24/7…pray for him guys he will get a fist to his faceplate one of these days…).

🩶ᴅ-16🩶

♢ 🥹AIUHGGFHKKIUUYGAAAHUYA D-16 MY LOVEEEEE🥹.

♢ S W I T C H (50/50 as well).

♢ 💕MAH💘BOOOooOoOo💖.

♢ That’s my kin you guys don’t EVER mess with me 💪🏾🔥✨ (I say as if it’s a flex…) .

♢ HE HAS A HIGH PITCHED SNORT/SQUEAK LAUGH IDC IDC IDCCCCCCC‼️

♢ D-16 🤝🏾 Peppa Pig.

♢ My sweetheart baby blorbo boo bear forever and ever. He will be redeemed guys trust (<- I’m delulu 😔…).

♢ Is the literal textbook definition of a squirmer. 

♢ Will kick, flail…you name it. All you need to know is he won’t sit still while being tickled 🙅🏾‍♀️. 

♢ So good luck with not getting a servo in your faceplate when tickling this bot 😂👍🏾.

♢ Can only say 'tickle' when he’s in a Ler mood or when he’s tickling some other bot…but other than that??? Can’t say it to save his LIFE.

♢ His worst spots are his neck, knees and thighs <333.

♢ But tbh he is literally the embodiment of what it means to be ticklish so in all honesty just tickle him anywhere 🤷🏾‍♀️.

♢ Lightly scratch under his chin and he will actually combust into the sweetest most purest giggles ever; it’s Orion’s fave place to tickle him ☺️🩷!!!

♢ IS. TICKLISH. EVERYWHERE (I��m aware I already said this and I’ll say it again 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️).

♢ HATES how ticklish he is and HATES how easy it is for Orion to make him tag along with his dumb missions due to that fact. Orion will literally just tickle Dee to oblivion until he decides to come on a stupid little adventure with him 😭. (#JusticeforD-162024).

♢ Kinda personal headcanon I suppose but I feel like this bot DEFINELTY has a touch of the tism…just a bit 🤏🏾😙.

♢ So when it comes to teasing, he realizes what he finds flustering and then automatically uses it on someone else.

♢ Literally gives out a free handbook on how to tickle him whenever he tickles someone else 😗.

♢ Freaking loathes his laugh…like actually….

♢ Will try to hold it in when being tickled but can only last, like…0.2 seconds before completely giving in. (His record is 1 second…Orion legit counted 💀🤚🏾…).

♢ Tries to act like he’s some big scary Ler because of his height and size but if you literally just tap him on the shoulder or something he will descend into the giggleest (pun very much intended) of giggles.

♢ Has ticklish shoulders, arms and palms as well bc I simply said so 🕺🏾🕺🏾🕺🏾!!!

♢ Actually so scared of accidentally hurting someone when he’s squirming…like that’s legit his biggest fear. 

♢ He one time actually kicked Orion so hard his bestie went flying into a whole other room…still apologizes to him for that day constantly 😖…

♢ HATES PLAYFUL NIBBLES WITH A PASSION OH MY GOSH; FINDS THEM THE MOST GOD AWFUL EMBARRASSING THING‼️

♢ He D I E S when Orion does raspberries or nibbles on him. The only thing you’ll hear from the taller bot is snorts and subtle squeals while he’s just silently wheezing bro…

♢ His laugh…gets SO. freaking. loud when someone gives him a raspberry idk how to describe but just know it shakes the BUILDING‼️‼️‼️ 

♢ Digit wiggling gets to him so bad ohhhhoooo this poor bot is so ticklish I almost feel bad (almost).

♢ He’ll just be all like: “GEHET IHAT OHOVER WIHIHITH!!!” or “JUHUST FRAHAHAGGING DOOHOO IHIT!!!” 

♢ And Orion, being the jackaft he is is all like “Get on with whaaaat, buddy 😇~?” 

♢ Covers his faceplate when he snorts because again omg this dude hates his laugh to a FAULT. He mainly hates it because he snorts, though.

♢ And it’s not even a subtle snort like when I tell you this man snorts…he SNORTS. 

♢ Orion literally thinks D-16’s laugh is legit the most purest thing to ever exist in all of Iacon (they are so brothers coded ur honor I cannthtgththdjd).

♢ If Dee is having a bad day and just mumbling and grumbling self deprecating bullscrap to himself being all like, “My laugh is so loud and annoying and blah blah blah *insert Dee grumble noises…*” Orion will just tickle him into saying nice things about himself (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`).

♢ DOES LIL HAND FLAPPIES IF SOMEBOT GETS HIM IN A GOOD SPOT (projecting?? Pljshsggsh nooo ofc not…).

♢ Has to protect his sides bc Orion tases him DAY and NIGHT.

♢ Is ganged up on by Orion and Bee CONSTANTLY. And Elita is there just usually watching in amusement but she will join if need be 😘.

♢ She tickles D-16 sometimes to get him to loosen up bc my Lord this man is tense. More tense than her and that’s saying a LOT.

♢ Sorry to be that guy but lemme get on the angst train for a quiiiiiiick sec  🚂‼️‼️‼️

♢ Yk how I mentioned Orion’s fave spot to tickle D-16 was his chin right??? I can imagine after Megatron gets banished from Iacon he tickles himself there as like a self-soothing thing. 

♢ And the thing is…he can’t even laugh to the feeling anymore. He’s done it so many times he’s gotten numb to it. 

♢ To be completely honest he doesn’t even know why he does it anymore since he can’t feel…anything. Megatron just guesses it’s one of his many ways of grieving for what he once had…

♢ 💃🏾MUAHBAHAAHHA OKAY OKAYOKYAOKAYY LER DEE TIMEEEE🕺🏾!!!

♢ Even tho this man his is hella ticklish do NOT be fooled…he has his Ler moments.

♢ AND HIS HEIGHT HONESTLY JUST MAKES IT TEN TIMES WORSE.

♢ “Usually you’re so tough…where’d all that cockiness go, hm~?”

♢ Always tries to make his Lee guess what he’s going to do next (🎶ohooo rhyme time🎶).

♢ Will be like: “What am I gonna tickle tickle tickle~? Your oh-so yummy tummy or your neckie neck? And if you guess correctly I pink promise to stop tickling youuuuu~!”

♢ AND HE WILL NOT STOP YAPPING UNTIL YOU GUESS…

♢ But I know your thinking 'Oh, well he’s just gonna pick the oppisotw of what I out so there’s really no point…'

♢ 😃A b o u t…t h a t…😅.

♢ Once you guess, Dee will actually be like: “Awe, shucks….yeah, that’s the spot I was gonna tickle 😔.” AND STOPS TICKLING. COMPLETLEY AND JUST GOES HIS MERRY WAY.

♢ PLAYFUL GROWLS PLAYFUL GORWLS PLAYFUL GROWLLSSSS 😙💞💖💕💘

♢ FREAKING ADORES PRETENDING TO 'EAT' SOMEONE’S TICKLE SPOT UHGGFHF HE MAKES ME SO HAPPY

♢ Tries to act all scary and teasy but just ends up laughing with whomever he’s tickling ✨‼️

♢ BC LIKE?????? AWE?????

♢ Honestly just a big 'ol teddy bear 🥹…!

♢ But if he’s feeling super mean he’ll nuzzle his face into his victims— uhhh I mean compadres tummy before nibbling.

♢ THE 'OM NOM NOM' KING 🤴🏾!!!

♢ Kills Bee with it on the regular (R.I.P. 🪦).

♢ And when he becomes Megatron⁉️ Those claws⁉️⁉️⁉️

♢ Ugh I cannot with this man throw him in a dumpster already.

🩷ᴇʟɪᴛᴀ-1🩷

♡ I LOVE HERRRRR GUYS THIS IS MY QUEEN RIGHT HERE 🫠💘🫠💗🫠💓🫠💖🫠💞

♡ TALKING ABOUT HER IN A VEEEEERY POSITIVE LIGHT BECAUSE EEEEEEEE I LOVE HER SO MUCHHHH‼️

♡ 💖🫶🏾 A Ler-leaning Switch 🫶🏾💖

♡ Denies liking or Primus forbid loving tickling and she’ll take that until she’s offline (even though her friendgroup knows daaaaaang well she doesn’t like it…she 😏loves😏 it hhfgffhggrgh)

♡ I’m gonna be soooooo honest this girl didn’t even know she was ticklish until she met Orion Pax and D-16.

♡ I can literally imagine one of their first interactions was Orion just yapping about how she needs to loosen up a bit while Dee is just DESPERATELY trying to rear Orion back to their job (poor man does NOT want to get demoted).

♡ And then she just starts to ignore the two bc shoot I would to 😭🤚🏾. And Orion, trying to get her attention again pokes her in the side (more like a jab— he honest to Primus didn’t mean to tickle her) and she just squeals loudly and bats away his arm.

♡ When I tell you Orion’s faceplate brightened with mischief??? When I tell you Elita’s faceplate literally blushed so damn hard???

♡ Poor girl was so confused after that encounter. She was just like “Why am I feeling this way…and why the frag does it feel so good…?”

♡ She laughs like a ✨yassified gremlin✨…idk how to describe it bc that’s LITERALLY how her voice actor laughs.

♡ The embodiment of “EHEHEHEEH 😈‼️”

♡ Will occasionally wheeze, squeak and squeal 🙌🏾💓. But good luck, she’s a preeeeeeetty tough cookie to crack.

♡ Cannot handle massages. AT ALL.

♡ “IHIHIF YOHOU DOHON’T QUIHIHIT IHIT RIHIHIGHT THIHIHIS INSTANT-!!!”

♡ Will NOT admit she’s ticklish…she’s worse than Orion and that’s SAYING something…

♡ Her worst spots are her back, thighs and underarms.

♡ PUNCHES AND KICKS AS A REFLEX!!!

♡ Kneed Bee in the gut (🥳two for two🙌🏾) when he was tickling her and she felt SOOOOO BAD.

♡ If you wanna really get Elita to giggle, though…just do small back scribbles and pokes she’ll go ballistic 😵‍💫.

♡ Once, during a mining shift break Orion and Elita were hanging out and just poking fun of each other, right??? It was all fun and games until Orion made a cringe-worthy joke and Elita was all like “Your probably the only bot on all of Cybertron that Primus regrets creating 😑…”

♡ And Orion, being the drama king he is just GASPS and is all like “RUGGEEHJGFGF YOU’RE SO FRAGGING MEAN TAKE THAT BAAAAACK 😫😣😖😩😔😟🙁‼️”

♡ Then Elita, being as stubborn as the future Prime is all like “Make me.” Cue to the two having a playful wrestle match until Orion accidentally pokes Elita’s back..

♡ Also cue to him pining his friend to the ground and just happily tickling her back…

♡ AND WHEN I TELL YOU ELITA WAS CACKLING‼️‼️‼️

♡ Poor bot didn’t know her back was that ticklish AUGHHHH. She was all like: “PRIHIHIMUHUS STAHOP NOHOHOH PAHAHX GEHEHET AHAHAFF!!!”

♡ Doesn’t get Lee moods often but when she does?? Ohooooo it’s HELL for her 😭.

♡ She just gets really restless and tingly and shes just like: AUGHHHHH WHAT THE FRAG DO I DO???

♡ And the thing that I’ve noticed about the main male bots in TF1 is they talk with their hands…a LOT. So she could just randomly be talking with Dee and the entire time she’s just like: “Primus fraggit…”

♡ I can imagine D-16 tickling her quite often actually. Likeeee does he know what he’s in for when she gets him back??? Oh yes 100%. But I feel like he will just risk it for the biscuit when it comes to tickling Elita 🥹💞.

♡ Covers her mouth when getting tickled and HAAAAAAATES it when other bots mention it. FoOoOor example:

♡ Orion: “D'aww…Lita, why’re you covering your faceplate, hm~?”

♡ Elita: “SHUHUPF. UHUPF!!!”

♡ Orion (removing her hand): “Sorry…what was that~?”

♡ ALSO HAS REEEEEEEALLY TICKLISH PALMS AAAAA⁉️

♡ If you tickle her she will N E V E R say 'please' or anything like that tho bc she freaking refuses to 'beg to anyone.'

♡ So when the tickling happens she just accepts her fate (with the occasional kick and punch ofc).

♡ “If you fragging tell anyone I’m ticklish you will permanently get a dent in your faceplate by my fist, got it?!”

♡ 💘LOVES💘 TICKLE FIGHTS— she’ll always try and make it a competition.

♡ Won’t look her Ler in the face….she’d rather freaking deactivate.

♡ Before she received a cog, her atenta thingies were VEEEERY sensitive.

♡ IT WAS HER M E L T SPOT, BRO. One poke or nibble there and she would be GOOOONEEE.

♡ She’s really sad she doesn’t have them anymore, though cuz they were lowkey her fave tickle spot uhhhH I MEAN WHO SAID THAT⁉️⁉️⁉️

♡ Hate’s being tickled (🧢‼️).

♡ Kindaaaaa reacts when someone uses the dreaded t-word. Like she’ll stiffen and her optics will go wide and stuff and she’ll just stare going like “O-O…”

♡ AHHHHHH OKAY BUT LER ELITA HAS BEEN ON MY M I N D.

♡ Pining is quite literally her middle name. She knows waaaay too many ways on how to pin a bot so if you’re tickled by her…?

♡ Good luck, soldier 🫡. Cuz you most def will be tickled to tears.

♡ Points out the obvious ✨buuuuut✨ also adds some teases here and there….yk for ✨✨✨dramatic✨✨✨ effect.

♡ “Hm….this seems like a really bad spot…would you like it better if I moved to this spot instead?”

♡ “I genuinely cannot understand you…see, if you were less fragging ticklish then you wouldn’t be in this position.”

♡ HGFDHEJSJFJ SHE WOULD BE SO DAMN EVIL‼️

♡ Like she wouldn’t even need to threat who she’s tickling…she literally just has this look that’s quite enough to send somebot giggling.

♡ Tickle chases??? Yeah no that’s not a thing when it comes to Elita-1 ☝🏾🙂‍↔️…

♡ You’ll probably get two steps in before she playfully pins you to the ground.

♡ VERY COCKY since she knows the other three are like…hella ticklish.

♡ Like yeah she has a ticklish backplate…big deal 🙄🤚🏾. Dee has ticklish knees for Primus sake; how the frag does that work???

♡ IS ALSO SO MEAN DURING CLEANING DAY OH MY WORD…

♡ Since they’re miners (HAH) I can imagine there’s like a ton of dirt and scrap that gets stuck on/in their joints.

♡ And so, they have clean up days where the bots are washed by machines that help remove all that gunk :D!!!

♡ But yk what two bots try to skip that day constantly?

♡ D-16 and Orion Pax (mostly Dee let’s be so fr; the ONLY time this man will break protocol).

♡ And Elita has to legit hunt these two down with the little cleaning machines and she is always so. mean. about. it.

♡ Cuz Dee is hiding cuz he’s deadly ticklish and the 🪶feathers🪶 and 🧽scrubs🧽 are just….frag to the no.

♡ And Orion is just going with him for the heck of it 🤷🏾‍♀️.

♡ She’ll just stroll down the halls with her hands behind her back like some evil villain saying, “Just come out you two…the quicker we get this over with the quicker you can go back to whatever weird mission you two were doing.”

♡ “I’m not sure why you thought you could hide from me…does my title mean nothing to you~?”

♡ Knows eeeeevery tickle tick in the book; rib counting, hand wiggling, you name it.

♡ So in short? When it comes to Elita…just know what you’re getting yourself into 😵‍💫...

💛ʙ-127💛

⭔ KFHDHHEJSJS MY BABYYYYYY 😭💖🫶🏾‼️

⭔ You are my suuuunshiineeee…my only sunshine *cue LeBron James photo*

⭔ A Lee-leaning Switch ☺️👍🏾.

⭔ I bet the poor thing didn’t even know what tickling WAS until he met the squad.

⭔ I MEAN THINK ABOUT IT. HE WAS AT SUB LEVEL 50…IN BETWEEN A LONG TIME AND FOREVER…WATCHING TRASH FREAKING MELT‼️‼️‼️

⭔ WHEN WOULD HE HAVE DISCOVERED THE WONDERS AND WHIMSY OF TICKLING⁉️⁉️⁉️

⭔ Oh yeah!! That’s right…NEVER. Cuz he was alone for soooo lonnggg rruahgdggdh ☹️…

⭔ It’s giiiiiivinggggg…touch-starved tbh.

⭔ Genuinely got so confused when Orion and Dee were having a tickle fight one time (yes this happened after the movie because they all stopped Sentinel together and lived happily ever after idk what Transformers One movie YOU GUYS watched but thats the one I watched).

⭔ He was like: “Why is Dee laughing so much…is he okay 😅?!” Like out of curiosity and concern but also out of amusement because Dee’s snort laugh is legit pure serotonin 🫶🏾💕.

⭔ Elita then had to explain that he was tickling him, right? And Bee just blinked in confusion and was all like: “…The frag is a 'tickling…?'” 

⭔ After that it literally got soooooo silent and even Orion and Dee stopped their tickle fight to just look at Bee like “😦” and MDNDHSJJ BASICALLY EVERYONE WAS JUST APPALLED. 

⭔ Tickle hugs and tickle cuddles are his fave thing e v e r.

⭔ MAKES SO MANY NOISES WHEN HE GETS TICKLED OMGGGGG!?!?

⭔ Will literally squawk like 🦅dying bird🦅 if someone so much as pokes him to get his attention or something.

⭔ His worst spots are his hips, stomach and sides.

⭔ When getting tickled, he just hugs himself and kicks his lil pedes ☹️💘💗 💓💞!!!

⭔ Legit the baby brother of the group so y'all already K N O W he’s wrecked the most out of all four of them.

⭔ Let me tell you— when this sunshine gets tickled he barely does anything to stop it besides the actions I listed before. As I said…he LOVES getting tickled.

⭔ He kinda literally let’s it happen except letting out panicked “nohohonono’s” or “plehehease’s” with his occasional squeals, squeaks and hiccups.

⭔ Sososososo giddy when he’s about to get tickled 💞💕💖!

⭔ Closes his optics and covers his faceplate a ton.

⭔ Has a code word (idk what it is yet uh,mmm use your imagination that I came up with a show-stopping word) when he’s had enough.

⭔ 🫣B🤗L🫥U😵‍💫S🥴H🫠Y🤭!!!

⭔ SO SO SOOOOOO BLUSHY!!!

⭔ Anybot could wiggle their digits at him and he’s a giggling, blushing mess ugh I love him.

⭔ I can imagine him being SUPER shy to ask for tickles or to even talk about it since he’s been alone for quite some time (biggest understatement of 2024…) and the sudden switch between being alone and now having friends you consider family is really…overwhelming yk????

⭔ Like I can just see him wanting to ask D-16 for tickles or something but like he doesn’t know how to and he has a small blue tint on his faceplate while he’s rocking his pedes back and forth thinking of how to phrase the question.

⭔ And Dee just looks at him with the most understanding and soft smile and is all like: “You want tickles, buddy?” and Bee just shyly nods UUUGGGHHHFHHDJDJS,,,,!,!

⭔ Closes his optics or looks away this man can not and will not ever look his Ler in the face 😂.

⭔ Kinda worried and paranoid that he’s too much sometimes and he fears that the others will eventually get tired and annoyed with him so he masks. Which, Orion, D-16 and Elita do not like ONEEEE BIIIIT.

⭔ The other three gang up on him CONSTANTLY.

⭔ Is tickled awake by Elita 24/7.

⭔ Kinda tickly on his lower backplate and if you scribble there juuuuuust right he’ll descend in the most sweetest of cackles RAUGHHHH 💃🏾💕🕺🏾!!!

⭔ While being tickled, he has to be corrected on like how to say it…if that makes sense 😅; since he’s unfamailar with it and the word as a whole…he has a hard time structuring it. For example: 

⭔ Bee: “IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLED SOHOH BAHAD!!!”

⭔ Orion: “I think you mean it 'tickles', bud. It tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickles, buddy boo~!”

⭔ Bee (blushing SO freaking hard): “NONOHOHOH!!!”

⭔ Counts the egg crack knee thingie thing as illegal and he will actually deactivate faster than you can say 'Badassatron' if you do it to him 😭👍🏾.

⭔ After he gets somewhat comfortable around his friends as the months go by, he will just straight up just ask to get wrecked….which the others have no problem doing at all 🫶🏾!!!

⭔ “Nohoh wahahait dohohon’t ahactuahally stohop I didn’t mehehean it…”

⭔ Two words: 👏🏾Baby👏🏾. 👏🏾Teases👏🏾.

⭔ LITERALLY MAKES HIM MALFUNCTION SO BAD BRO. Like…getting tickled as a stand-alone he barely knows how to react but sprinkle some baby teases in there⁉️⁉️⁉️ Just deactivate the poor bot at that point…

⭔ I love him so much he makes me so fucking sick 🫨💞‼️

⭔ BUT HIM AS A LER THO⁉️⁉️⁉️

⭔ A FREAKING MENACE. Well…uh,,,,,kinda.

⭔ He’s awkward at first. Like…so so so awkward. Like…cringe-worthy awkward.

⭔ Poor dude did NOT KNOW how to tickle somebot…he was just kind like, “Huh…this is weird but your reactions are cute so imma keep doing it :).”

⭔ AND GOT SO UPSET WITH HIMSELF THAT HE DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO TICKLE PEOPLE.

⭔ SINCE HIS FRIENDS MAKE HIM GIGGLY AND HAPPY HE WANTS TO REGIVE THE FAVOR BUT HE DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO.

⭔ So yk what he does??? He takes 📝notes📝 on how others tickle him and how his friends tickle each other (pretty smart strategy tbh 😌👍🏾).

⭔ One day, D-16 and Bee were tag-teaming Orion and Bee used one of Dee’s teases and Orion completely LOST it while Dee just looked at Bee proudly 💕✨.

⭔ Big brother little brother bonding right there! Hopefully nothing bad happens to them, right? RIGHT??? Right.

⭔ Loves tazing and poking eheh.

⭔ “Boop boop boop boop boopity boop ☺️!!!”

⭔ And he says it in the most genuine purest way e v e r ^

⭔ But once he’s learned to be teasy and mean??? It’s over for freaking everyone.

⭔ Loves pointing out how much the bot he’s tickling is having fun.

⭔ Yaps to no end about how they could 101% get away or how they’re just holding his wrists and not ACTUALLY preventing him from tickling them (as I said…menace).

⭔ “Looks like SOMEBOT is enjoying themselves~!”

⭔ Since Bee is…yk…really really short, after the rebuild (basically a couple months after the movie) of Iacon he often climbs Elita’s and Optimus' backplate and just forces them to give him a piggyback ride 😗.

⭔ BUuUuUuT this lil yellow bot is a legit demon (he has horns in other iterations for a reason ☝🏾😈) and he likes to just ever so slooowly trace the bot who’s carrying him’s neck or just full on blows a raspberry on the crook of their neck cables.

⭔ Like…99.9% always tries to make his Lee admit something.

⭔ Either that they’re cute, that they like being tickled or something along those lines.

⭔ We all know his knife hands tho yes yes mhm mhm we’re all familiar???

⭔ Okay hear me out but what if they were like…interchangeable?

⭔ Like he has daggers for slicing and dicing but then he ALSO has daggers that aren’t sharp enough to kill or scratch a man but sharp enough to…well, I know you catch my drift 😚🫶🏾.

⭔ “I gotchu~! I’m gonna getchu getchu getchu~!”

⭔ In short, love this dork and I cannot flipping wait to see more of him 🐝.

⭔ Although, if his voicebox gets ripped out you guys will not hear from me. At all.

[itsalwaysforyou]

​ok i’ve watched the first hour just got the last half hour to go when i get back :)

GAH hopefully i’ll have time to watch ror tomorrow. i’m busy in the morning & then seeing a friend in the afternoon & then i’m busy all weekend so i mighttttt not be able to watch til monday. but HOPEFULLY i’ll find some time tomorrow even if i watch it in 2 parts or something

[mythalism]

I cackled at your post lamenting PR disaster after *that* Mythal screen, ngl XD

Super curious to hear your thoughts on qunari specific line with Mythal in Crossroads, where she claims to still love Solas. (in fact, that both of them still do). Also the fact that the foil to their relationship there seems to be motherly love is…messy. Their whole situationship is.

it on EIP Gaming youtube channel

i did see this though i wasnt able to watch the full vid at the time, i just watched it now. someone else also asked me my thoughts on this in my inbox so ill just answer this one, but i think its so funny that people are asking me about it hehehe. i wasnt surprised by it at all i think it makes perfect sense. of course she loved solas and of course she still does. just because she loves him doesnt mean shes not an absolute freak. it doesnt mean her love isnt literally poisonous. its still love, but shes a corrupted spirit. she loves being a god and the power over other people it gives her. shes not like other girls. shes a freak, shes a weirdo. anyway. my point is that i think shes right when she says that "we" (both rook and us as the audience) genuinely cannot understand the bond they had because their immortality would have made it something unrecognizable to us. shes being racist when she says it but idk why anyone would expect her to be anything but racist. however i think the sentiment when turned towards the audience is true. they were spirits together. they have known each other for an incomprehensible amount of time. we will never be able to understand the extent of their devotion even if it was ultimately ruinous. you can love someone and still abuse and manipulate them.

as for rook randomly bringing up fucking SHATHANN (no shade to miss shathann, i actually thought she was very interesting and the highlight of taash's storyline and that their relationship was compelling).... rook is a loser and an idiot and this is just them acting in congruence with their overall characterization as a loser and an idiot. if anything it actually proves mythal's point that rook cannot understand their relationship when they randomly start bringing up shathann and taash. dumbass fucking thing to say. i think its extremely reductive and literally just makes rook look so stupid. solas and mythals relationship is complex because they COMMITTED WAR CRIMES TOGETHER. it is so incomparable to taash and shathann having a very relatable and typical teenager/mom conflict over taash's identity and finding themselves. meanwhile solas and mythal were literally creating a bioweapon. anyway.

the mother implication doesnt actually bother me LOL. ive been saying the vibes are oedipal since before this game came out. again, we cannot understand it. people say things like "mother/son" and i even throw around "oedipal" and "freudian" but genuinely the ancient elves had such different conceptions of relationships due to both their immortality but also their origin at spirits that there is really nothing comparable. they did not have families and they probably had very different ideas of romantic relationships. this is something i really wish the game had explored more lol add it to the list! we just get glimpses of how they cared about each other. piecing together the 20,000 years is impossible. i believe it was intended that way. we are supposed to struggle to quantify it. i doubt they themselves could label the nature of their relationship if they tried. "love" is the closest word that exists.

as for mythal agreeing to help because she loves him? yeah. of course. im not surprised it works. she loves him, whatever the fuck that means to her. she also has a miserable lonely existence. yes she used him as a tool but he cannot function as a tool to her anymore, not in her sorry state, and so she is able to see him as a man and thus let him go. though maybe shes bamboozling everyone, morrigythal is about to pull her out of that statue again in da5 and pull one over on us, and she released his ass just to get him off the chessboard so she can get her reckoning. a girl can hope

[celestialprincesse]

hi angieee ‼️ first time requesting here but i love ur work 😋 esp how u write simon

noticed u don’t have anything for johnny…sooo silly sex w johnny?? bc let’s be real this man will NOT stop until he’s made u laugh a bit. will lowley feel offended 😙 could be hcs or a drabble wtv ur feeling.

but yeahh u don’t have to write this but johnny’s been plaguing my mind lately so ofc u need to experience some of that too 😼 alr byebye have a good/night

BARKING FOR THIS Like actually feral, rabid, foaming at the mouth🙂 There is some Johnny stuff peppered throughout my page, I just need to stop being so fucking lazy and actually organise it!!

Anywhoo mdni 🎀 nsfw

Johnny, despite what some people may think, is far from imperceptive. Yes, he's boisterous at times, energetic and animated, but he's also sharp as a tack, and too observant for his own good. Especially when it comes to you.

The split second he takes notice of the way you attempt to conceal a wince as his thick cock nestles itself up against your cervix, he stops still. Blue eyes search your face, the way your bottom lip is held tight between your teeth and the lines at the corner of your eyes where you squeeze them shut.

"Y' okay?" He immediately questions, the calloused hand he's not using to support his weight over you coming to brush errant baby hairs from your slightly sweaty forehead. "Mhm." You manage to strain, hoping desperately that within a few minutes, you'll get used to the slightly stingy stretch of your pussy accomodating his size. You normally do. "Ye don't look okay." "M' fine." You manage to ramble, although you can already feel yourself panting, and he's barely even done anything yet. "Right." Johnny gives a slow nod before eliciting a whine from you when he pulls out, leaving you empty. The look thrown your way as you prop up on your elbows to stare at him indignantly is half worried, and half wicked. "The hell did you do that for?" He doesn't even respond, just shrugs and flops down beside you, pulling you onto his chest and notching your knee across his opposite hip, one hand coming to rest around your shoulder, whilst the other comes down gently between your legs.

"This okay?" He hums against your hairline as his deft fingers begin to swipe between your folds, collecting the sticky mess of your slick and his precum before slowly plunging his ring and middle finger in, leaving you gasping. "I'll take that as a yes." The fact that you're not smiling like usual does something to his insides, makes his brows furrow into a worried frown. Fortunately, he knows perfectly well how to remedy your lack of usual blissed out giggles.

"Johnny!" You shriek as he digs his fingers into the soft, sensitive arch just above your hip and below your ribs, wriggling them slightly, leaving you yelping and cackling as you attempt to wriggle away from his tickling. "Ye ken why they call me Soap?" He growls in your ear, not stopping his tickling, only worsening it as his stubble brushes your neck, sending a shiver down your spine in it's wake. "S' cause I got slippery fingers." "Fucking idiot." You pant at his stupid joke, although you can't help but snort out a laugh at the idiocy of your situation. "Wha' has two legs and bleeds?" He continues, adamant on keeping that brilliant smile on your face. "What?!" You choke out, somewhere between a laugh and a sob as you continue to wriggle about as he prods at the curve of your waist. "Half a dog." The way you gawk gives him the perfect opportunity to capture your lips in his, teeth clattering and chests heaving as you kiss through the barely contained laughter you both share.

Realised like halfway through writing this that I don't actually know any good jokes 🥴 so I stole ghost's

Also this was like barely??? smut??? idk the brain isn't braining tn

[bella-rose29]

Deck the Halls (and not your partner) - part 10

gingerbread competition (part 2)

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: SOMEONE GETS BITCH-SLAPPED, swearing, references to body image issues, references to eating disorders (very vague but still), uhh idk if there's anything else tbh

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(the second photo will make sense when you get to the end I promise)

“There’s forty-five minutes left on the timer!” Ben called, making sure that everyone in both the kitchen and the adjoining dining room could hear him. 

Shrieks of joy and muttered curses split the air, covering up the music they had playing softly in the background, but Y/n and her Gramps remained mostly silent. Both were working hard to decorate and join together the many pieces of gingerbread they had laid out before them (which they had managed to put in the fridge for a little while to cool them down so that the icing didn’t melt), and currently Y/n was holding the walls of their building together as her Gramps glued them with icing. “There,” he said as he pulled the piping bag away, sitting back slightly after being hunched in his chair in concentration. “Right. Let’s put the roof on next, and then you can start doing all that fancy decorating you normally do.”

She could feel Steph watching her while she worked, a smug smile visible on her cousin’s face even out of the corner of Y/n’s eye, but she paid her no mind. Whatever happened, she wouldn’t get the better of Y/n and Anthony, and she had to hope that her family sided with the two of them and not Steph. Besides, she and her Gramps had to win this competition, just so that she could hold it over Anthony’s head for the rest of their lives, and that required total concentration. 

Unfortunately, if she so much as glanced directly in front of her, she was met with the sight of his hands. 

He was holding a piping bag like her Gramps was, tracing the lines of the gingerbread that he and Nana Jean had baked and were now bringing together, and she had a sneaking suspicion that he had sat opposite her deliberately because he now knew how much she looked at his hands. She flushed at the memory of him leaning down to whisper in her ear not too long ago, and cleared her throat as she returned her attention to her own gingerbread. 

“OI!” Sam shouted from the kitchen, making her startle and nearly drop the pieces of gingerbread she was holding. Y/n whipped her head up to see Will cackling at the icing that now covered their brother’s face. “IT’S MEANT TO GO ON THE GINGERBREAD, YOU IDIOT!” Y/n’s mother intervened before Sam could chuck the dry icing sugar at Will in retaliation, and Y/n shook her head with a chuckle. She heard Anthony huff a laugh from his position across the table, and she looked up in time to meet his gaze. His smile was blinding, to the point she wanted to ask if she could borrow his sunglasses, and she realised that she could watch him smile all day and not get bored. Before she would have scoffed and told him to stop being so painfully fake, but there was nothing but true happiness in this smile. Normally his real smiles were small; the opposite of the ones he gave clients, because he was attempting to be somebody they could trust. 

“What?” he asked, voice quiet but filled with amusement. 

“Nothing,” she shrugged. “You just look happy, is all.” His resulting blush made her stomach flip. 

“Oh.”

“You are so red right now, I hope you know that,” she mused, turning back to her gingerbread. Her Gramps had put the roof on, and it was safe enough to let go. 

“Funnily enough I can feel how warm my face is, but thank you for pointing it out, Schmoopie.”

“Anthony.” Her tone held a warning.

“Sorry.”

“What did I say about calling me Schmoopie?”

“Sorry.”

She was smiling regardless. 

~~~

“Ten minutes!”

Anthony wasn’t sure who had called the time, but Nana Jean didn’t seem to even notice. She was clearly on a mission, decorating the gingerbread house with pure concentration and very steady hands, and although he couldn’t actually see Y/n’s design (she’d put up some sort of makeshift wall a little while ago, claiming she didn’t want any cheating. Anthony thought it was more because she couldn’t stop looking at his hands) he had a good feeling that she wouldn’t be winning. He hadn’t been lying when he’d talked about his skills in the kitchen (even if it had come out sounding more like he was talking about his skills in the bedroom), and Jean had complemented his icing multiple times, making him feel warm inside. 

Steph passed behind him and he tensed, waiting for her to attack in some way, but she kept on walking and he let out a shaky breath. He wasn’t scared exactly, but knowing that in a very short amount of time everybody in the house would know that he and Y/n had been lying to their faces was making his heart beat a little faster. When Nana Jean smiled at him again after he finished decorating another section of the house he realised that he wasn’t scared that they would find out, but more that he would lose the family he had made here. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to handle them reacting negatively and wanting him out of their house and lives, and while he would have Y/n and his friends back in London he would always feel something missing when he thought about this place. 

“Alright, nearly done now. Those losers won’t know what’s hit them!” Nana Jean whispered gleefully, triumph already shining in her eyes. Anthony chuckled, readjusting the piping bag in his grip and holding back a snort when he caught Y/n staring again. “She really cares about you, you know.” He looked back at Jean, surprise clear on his face at the change in her tone. “I’ve not seen her this happy since she was a little girl, back before she went to London and saw the world for what it was.” He blushed again for the millionth time that day at Jean’s words, and she laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Thank you. For bringing my granddaughter back to me.” He went to answer, but emotion made speaking difficult. God, he really hoped that Jean took Steph’s news well. 

“I’d do anything to see her happy,” he choked out in the end, doing his best to not sound too strained. Knowing how differently she acted around her family compared to how she acted back at Portland Row, he realised that Jean could see it too. Steph and Linda had royally fucked with Y/n’s head, and here was her grandmother telling Anthony that he was undoing their cruelty and being her saving grace. 

If either of them tried anything when Steph broke the news, he knew that he would not hesitate to drag them through the dirt for what they’d done to the girl he loved. 

~~~

“Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Time is up! Everybody step away from your gingerbread!” Ben shouted, looking up from his watch. He and Olivia would judge the creations, and crown the winners for the year. So far Y/n and Will had the winning streak of five years in a row, but now they were on separate teams the title was free for anyone to take. 

Well, not anyone. Steph and Linda had barely bothered with theirs, and most of it was still dough since they’d mixed the wrong proportions of ingredients and had refused to get their hands dirty. Looking around at her competition, Y/n felt confident that her and her Gramps’ house would win, even if she couldn’t actually see Nana Jean and Anthony’s because of the partition she had put up. 

Her sister and father went around the room, tasting different gingerbread pieces and writing notes in their little notebooks, doing their best to remain neutral. They struggled when they got to Steph and Linda’s house though, and Olivia outright refused to even touch their uncooked gingerbread. 

“Anthony and Nana Jean, this looks incredible!” Y/n’s father said as he approached their end of the table. Nana Jean snuck a smug look towards Y/n’s Gramps, and he just smiled in response, taking the barrier away so that the two of them could see what their respective partners had made. 

She had to hand it to them, they’d done an excellent job. 

It was a classic cottage-style house, complete with tiled roof icing patterns and carefully placed sweets acting as decoration, and given that Anthony had done most of the icing (and she’d seen his drawings on the thinking cloth) it was surprisingly neat. Now it was his turn to send a smirk in her direction, and Y/n was entirely professional and mature in her response and stuck her middle finger up at him.

Her father and Olivia tested the gingerbread, then scribbled down some notes in their books (Y/n was sure she could make out multiple exclamation points in her dad’s notes), and suddenly she could feel her heart beating much faster in her chest. Nana Jean was known for her gingerbread recipe and how good it was, and Y/n and her Gramps would have to beat them on presentation if they wanted to win. She wasn’t sure they would pull it off given how neat and generally amazing Anthony and Nana Jean’s house looked, and she swallowed thickly. 

Ben and Olivia rounded the end of the table to stand on Y/n’s left, and she wiped her sweaty hands on her trousers. Her Gramps didn’t look worried in the slightest, and when Nana Jean peered over the table to get a look at what her opponents had done he let out a chuckle. 

“Is that… is that our house?” Olivia asked as she stared at the creation. It had taken a lot of careful measuring from her Gramps, and then more measuring after the gingerbread had been baked, and then a lot of careful glueing and decorating, but the two of them had made a near exact replica of the house they were currently all stood in. 

“Uh… yeah. We thought it would be nice to do, you know?” Y/n replied, glancing back at her Gramps. He was too busy wriggling his eyebrows at Nana Jean in triumph to notice. 

“Well it looks perfect, love,” her dad said, and he quickly wrote something down in his book. Olivia nodded in agreement and clicked her pen to scribble down her thoughts, and then they were taking up the pieces of gingerbread that were separate from the main house to try it. Y/n held her breath, and beside her she felt her Gramps tense for the first time since the judging started. “Tastes perfect, too,” her father grinned, finishing the piece off and writing up the rest of his notes. 

“Holy shi-” 

“Language, Olivia,” her mother warned. 

“Sorry, it’s just really good gingerbread.”

“So,” Linda piped up, “when do we find out who won? I’d like to go and sit down somewhere… clean, if you don’t mind.”

“Liv and I will have a chat while you guys clear up in here, and we’ll see you in the living room when you’re done?”

“Sounds good!” Steph exclaimed, and everybody looked at her in confusion at her chipper tone. She was already moving to tidy up, and Emma frowned at her niece’s actions. “Come on, we need to know the results!”

“Okay… but you know that you definitely haven’t won, right?” John said, staring at Steph while she moved over to the sink to start washing up. 

“Oh, I know! It’s just that I’ve remembered something I wanted to tell everyone, but I thought it would be better to do it after the winner is announced!” Y/n felt her heart skip a beat or two in her chest, and she locked eyes with Anthony. 

“Right… well, okay,” Emma said, and she started putting things in the dishwasher. “You two go and discuss then; we’ll tidy up.”

~~~

It took them seventeen minutes and thirty-two seconds to clear up, and Y/n knew that because she was checking her watch every ten seconds or so to find out how long they had until Steph fucked everything up. 

Anthony came and walked next to her as they headed into the living room, and his hand brushed over her back gently in reassurance. “We’ll be alright, darling. The snow’s melting anyway, so it shouldn’t be too long until we can go home if it all goes wrong. Not that it will, I don’t think. Nobody likes Steph and everybody loves us, so we’ll be alright, yeah?”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. Ugh, I hate this. I just wish she’d do it now and get it over with.”

“I need to be crowned winner first, darling,” he teased, sitting down on their loveseat. Y/n made sure to not bother with being careful about crushing him when she sat down on top of him, and snorted at the groan he let out when she did so. 

“Aw, Schmoopie, it’s adorable that you think you’ve beaten me.” She reached back and pinched his cheek, laughing when he glared at her. 

“Right!” Ben declared, moving into the centre of the room. Olivia held the plastic crowns that they had bought from a cheap fancy dress shop years ago, back when the competition had first started. They had to be put back in the fancy dress box when the day was over, but the winners got bragging rights for a year. “In third place!” They didn’t bother with placing everyone since nobody really cared much about that, and Y/n saw her family all sit up a little bit more in their seats while they waited to hear who had placed where. “Drum roll please… Will and Sam! Although they did end up with considerably more gingerbread mix on them than everyone else, their design of St. Paul’s Cathedral was ambitious and mostly executed!” Y/n thought that was a generous description of the gingerbread building that her brothers had made, given it had fallen over after about three minutes. 

“It was a very close call between first and second place, with our two teams being Anthony and Nana Jean, and Y/n and Richard!” Olivia chimed in, and Y/n felt Anthony tense behind her. She shared a look with her Gramps, and he gave her a nod that said ‘we’ve won, I know it’. 

“In first place, and taking the crown for this year’s gingerbread competition,” Ben said, his voice a little quieter so that everybody had to lean in to hear him. “Can I get another drum roll, please?” Everyone obliged, even Steph and Linda (although the latter did roll her eyes and pretended to gag), and Y/n could have sworn that nobody was breathing. “Y/n and Richard! Congratulations, you two!” 

She took a moment to process her father’s words, and then another moment to process her sister handing over the plastic crown, and then a third moment to process Anthony groaning in frustration behind her. 

Then she promptly turned around to face her boyfriend, pointed in his face, and said “HAHA!”

“Yeah, yeah. Alright, darling. You win.” He didn’t look too cut up about it, a soft smile gracing his features, and Y/n planted a quick kiss on his lips. “I think your Gramps is more smug than you are, to be honest.” She looked behind her at her grandparents just in time to see her Gramps get up and start doing some sort of victory dance. Nana Jean had her head in her hands, but Y/n knew she was smiling beneath it. 

“Oh yeah, Steph?” Sam spoke up once the crowns were situated on the winners’ heads and people had calmed down a little. “What did you wanna tell everyone?”

“Yes! Well, I think I should first of all give Anthony and Y/n a chance to explain first, unless they would rather I did it?” Steph’s smile was sharp, and there was an icy fire dancing in her eyes. Y/n froze under the weight of it, and suddenly breathing was hard. Anthony slipped his arms further around her waist, and before she could even begin to think of what to say, he was talking for her. 

“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about, Steph,” he said, perfectly falling into the role he needed to play. He tilted his head slightly in mock confusion, and Steph’s smile only grew. 

“What’s going on?” Will asked, chewing on a piece of gingerbread he’d nabbed from the kitchen. “What’s it got to do with them?” He cast a glance towards them, and Y/n knew that if nothing else she’d have him on her side. He already knew about what Steph was going to say anyway, and he’d given his full support. 

“They faked the whole relationship!” Steph exclaimed, spreading her arms out as she laughed. She was met with silence while people took in her words, and then Emma laughed herself. “I can prove it!”

“Oh, Steph, you don’t need to!” Emma chuckled. “We know.”

“Wait what?” Y/n said, sitting up straight in shock.

“It was very painfully obvious that you two can’t stand each other,” her mother continued. “Although something must have happened at some point, because the weird tension is gone.” Y/n’s mouth was hanging open, and she looked around at her gathered family. Steph’s eyes were practically bulging out of her head. 

“Did… did all of you know?!” Scattered nods and murmured agreements were given in reply. “Why did nobody say anything?!”

“Because it was funny to watch you try to fool everyone and fail!” Steph cried, still trying to have the advantage. 

“No,” Nana Jean said, her tone harsh. “It’s because we didn’t want to make it awkward. I mean, you brought your boss to your family’s christmas gathering to play the role of the boyfriend, and if we’d told you we had that figured out after the first day, then what would we have done?!”

“Hang on, the first day?!”

“It was rather obvious, love,” her Gramps added on with a shrug. “You looked downright murderous when you looked at him. Emma’s right though, something did change.”

“Yeah, they made out,” Will said, not looking up from where he sat in the corner eating. Somehow he’d found more food, and when everybody stared at him he finally glanced up. “What? Y/n/n came and told me all about it!”

“Not all about it, Will! I told you the vague outline of what had happened! And if you knew since the first day then why the hell did you act so confused?!”

“Oh, I genuinely didn’t know.”

“Oh. Right.”

“Nah, it’s alright.” Anthony hadn’t said a word the whole time, and for a moment Y/n was worried he’d passed away from embarrassment or something. 

“Why is nobody laughing about this?!” Steph shouted, growing crazed. “Y/n couldn’t get a boyfriend so she had to force someone to pretend?! I mean,” she scoffed, “it’s ridiculous, and it’s sad! She’s too fucking fat and ugly to get a real one, and-”

“That is enough, Stephanie.” Anthony’s hands started moving Y/n off of his lap, and then he was standing up and glaring at her cousin with more hatred than Y/n had ever seen in his eyes before. “I have repeatedly told you that Y/n is better than you, and that you are a horrible person, and if I am never allowed back here because of this then so be it, but you do not get to continue your behaviour. I don’t know how many more times I can tell you to stop bullying Y/n before it finally gets through your thick skull, but you need to stop. She’s a completely different person around you because you make her feel awful and like she’s not good enough, and I am sick of it, because she doesn’t deserve it! You are the one who is being ridiculous and sad, because you can’t get over yourself and see that nobody cares!” His chest was heaving by the time he finished, and he’d been gesturing wildly as he spoke. Y/n couldn’t help but feel a burst of pride at how quickly he’d jumped to defend her. 

“It’s not my fault!” Steph tried, but she was cut off before she could continue. 

“What’s not your fault?” Y/n said, standing up and moving next to Anthony. “What’s not your fault, Steph? Because Ant’s right. I am a different person around you, because you make me feel like I’m not enough. Like I’m not pretty enough, or skinny enough, or just enough in general, and I end up starving myself to stop you talking crap about me whenever I come here!” She tried to ignore the weight of her family’s gazes as she carried on, knowing she had never outright mentioned any of this before. She doubted any of them had noticed what had been happening right under their noses. “I hate seeing you, Steph, because I know that I’m just going to end up crying myself to sleep or locking myself in the bathroom because of what you say, or how you look at me when I put just a little too much food on my plate, which, actually, isn’t that much food! It’s a normal amount for a person to eat to be healthy! And Ant’s right when he says that you’re the one being ridiculous and sad, because you are. I am done acting differently because you think I’m not good enough, and I am done crying over you, because you are not worth a single tear I have.” Despite her words, she could feel her throat closing up with emotion and tears threatening to fall, but that wasn’t because of Steph. It was more to do with the fact that she had finally stood up for herself and pushed back the way she should have done years ago. Anthony put his arm around her waist, bringing her into his side, and Steph was eerily quiet. 

“You bitch.”

Y/n scoffed. “For telling you the truth? Sure. I’m the bitch in this situation.” Steph launched herself at Y/n then, and if she hadn’t trained as an agent to have lightning-fast reflexes she would have been punched in the jaw. 

As it was, she and Anthony split, stepping to the side so that Steph fell face first into the carpet. 

“I hate you!” she screamed, pushing herself up. Before she could even try another attack, a resounding crack echoed around the room, and then Steph was holding her cheek in shock as she stared at Y/n. “You hit me,” she said incredulously. Y/n’s hand stung slightly, but it was worth it. 

“Yes, I did. Well done for noticing.” Anthony huffed a laugh beside her, and he had to cover his mouth with his hand to stop the rest of his amusement escaping. Emma stepped forward, her face the picture of rage and fury. 

“Linda, I think this is the perfect time to tell you that I don’t particularly enjoy having you around, and your daughter is an awful person. If I ever find either of you talking crap about either Y/n or me, as you so love to do, Linda, then I will personally kick you into the next century. I’d like you to go and pack your things, and you can find a place to stay in town.”

“You… you hit my daughter,” Linda said, staring at Y/n. 

“She’s twenty, Linda. I think she can take it.” Anthony really couldn’t hold in his laugh at Y/n’s words, and he squeezed his eyes shut and hung his head, pressing his lips tightly together behind the hand that he’d had to put back over his mouth. 

“We’ll be glad to go,” Linda started, casting a disdainful look at her sister. “At least in a hotel we’ll be appreciated!” Y/n highly doubted that anywhere would appreciate having Steph and Linda, but if it meant that the two of them weren’t near her then she wouldn’t complain. 

“Good. Off you go, and pack your bags. I want you gone by mid-morning tomorrow.” 

Linda and Steph fled the living room, the latter still clutching at her cheek, and their footsteps could be heard as they stomped upstairs. A door slammed, and then a second, and then there was silence. 

“Now. I don’t know… I don’t know what the correct response is to all of this is,” Emma said, her voice softening as she turned back to Anthony and Y/n. “But Anthony, I hope you know we’re not mad at you. Either of you, actually. Steph was awful, she has been for years, and I’m sorry that I never did anything before now.”

“It’s okay, Mum-” 

“No, it’s not. I’m your mother and I wasn’t doing my job properly. Mostly I’m just glad that you and Anthony have each other,” she smiled. Y/n looked up at her boyfriend and smiled too, feeling her face heat up when he brought his arm around her torso again and pressed a small kiss to her temple. 

“You’re really not upset that I faked a relationship with my boss and lied to all of you?”

“Nope,” Will piped up from the corner, somehow still finding food to eat even though he hadn’t moved. “It’s been a great source of entertainment, actually. Especially since I know now that you didn’t like each other all the times we made you kiss.”

“Will, I don’t think that’s really something to be proud of,” Ben said, glancing at his son. 

“It’s funny though,” he shrugged, wiping up the remains of whatever had been in the bowl he was eating out of. “Anyway, now that you’re actually together, it doesn’t matter, does it?”

“I guess not,” Y/n said, and Anthony’s grip on her waist tightened for a moment. She could feel him smiling into her hair. 

“Well, that’s all sorted then!” Nana Jean exclaimed, clapping her hands together once and standing up. “Who wants tea?”

part 11

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[alaina-starling]

☁️Cuddles and Kisses☁️

[Lee Minho x Fem!Reader]

summary: reader is on her period, so Minho does the only sensible thing: give her kisses and cuddles (and orders her favorite food but that’s a surprise)

genre: fluff

warning: weird writing, idk i wrote this at 1am. tooth-aching sweet Minho, y/n speaking in another language(?), mentions of cursing god(s) lmao

note: okay so I know he doesn’t understand tagalog, but that diff breed filo skz stan in me kicks in and I have to make you speak tagalog😌💚 (it’s not really a warning but just an additional tag idk why it’s in warning lmao)

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“Babe? Can you get me a soda from the fridge, please.” Minho’s shouts are muffled by the thick wooden door of his office but Y/n understood it nonetheless.

She takes small steps, her abdomen aching. She opens the refrigerator door, softly humming a song that pops in her mind. She vaguely remembers a gas station, two annoyed younger siblings in the car, and a steaming engine.

She chuckles, her warm hands touch the cold soda and she shivers. She takes a mental note not to leave her blanket anywhere on days when 40 millimeters of blood is gushing out of her vagina because of her uterus shedding some stupid lining that was prepared for a dumb fetus.

Y/n grumbles when she nears his door, wiping her numbing hand on her shirt then reaching for the door handle when it bursts open and she crashes with an excited Minho.

“Baby- oof!” He squeals, left hand finding her waist while the other grabs the falling soda can that’s about to crash to the floor.

She thanks the gods who gave Minho good reflexes, but curses the one who made him have a habit of not paying attention when opening doors.

“Oh dear, are you okay, hun?” He stabilizes her, his right hand tucking a stray hair that fell to her face. He cups her cheek and she melts to her boyfriend’s touch, leaning in.

He’s soft and passionate with the kiss, despite her neediness. Y/n lets out a whimper, the feeling of a sword stabbing and jabbing right on her abdomen and through her lower back engulfs her senses.

These cramps are messing her up, and yet again she takes a mental note not to miss her monthly chamomile tea before the ‘red’ curse enters (more like violently exits) her body.

“Hah, just peachy.” She huffs out before kissing him again, now biting gently at his lower lip.

“Nngh.” A soft noise slips out of his lips before he can stop it and Y/n stops kissing him, instead staring at him with disbelief etched on her face.

She stifles a laugh, preventing a gush that threatens to stain her pants. “Min?”

He smiles, laughing. This is her first time hearing him being vocal from a kiss, after all that’s always been her job. “Oh come on. You were biting me!” He defends and the look he has is enough to send her to the ground cackling.

“You’re too cute.” She manages to choke out as he pulls her up to carry her, settling her down on the couch. “Mmh, are you spending time with me instead of doing work because of my period situation?”

He nods, rushing to his office, she hears him shuffling around. Probably looking for his phone she thinks, turning her attention to the tv and realizing she doesn’t know where the remote is. “Min.” She calls for him, not wanting to move from her spot on the couch. “Lee Minho, where did you put the tv remote?” She finally shouts, head lifting to go look at what he’s doing in the other room.

He suddenly pops up behind the couch giving her a mini heart attack.

“Oh yeah.” He chuckles apologetically, “I left it in my room, here.” Minho holds her hand in his, giving her the remote.

Y/n smiles, patting the space next to her. Her boyfriend mirrors her, his lips tugging upwards. He lets his bunny slippers fall off his feet as he snuggles beside her, his back on the couch, his chest pressed against her own.

“Good?” He asks, running a hand through her ruffled hair.

“Mmh, as long as you’re here.”

10 minutes later she sees the doorknob of her front door turn, panic digs its claws on her throat and lungs, until she sees Hyunjin by the door. “Uh… Minho hyung, here are the things you asked for.”

[honestly switch to second person pov, im struggling af]

He sheepishly grins, demeanor shy from intruding your cuddle time. “I hope you feel better, Y/n noona.”

After Minho thanks him, Hyunjin bows a few more times before exiting your apartment and locking it with his, seemingly, own set of keys.

“Did you give Hyunjin your keys? Is that why you’re always locked out of your own home?” You tease and he playfully pouts.

“Oh, come on. You know you love helping a damsel in distress.” He jokes, cupping your face and leaving butterfly kisses all over.

You shy away, shifting your attention to the plastic of food Hyunjin brought. “Let’s eat,” you say, eager to taste Hyunjin’s cooking after not having his dishes for a long time.

Your boyfriend nods, standing up to get the plastic, two plates, two pairs of silverware and mugs. “Want the imported tea or the, uh,” he pauses, reading the small writing on the tea bag but not finding the name of the actual tea.

“Chamomile babe, thank you.” You answer, pulling the blanket by your feet over you. “Lamig naman, kakaiyak.” You sigh, complaining about the cold and half expecting him to turn the temperature a bit higher.

“What’s that, baby girl?” He hums from the kitchen, “You know I don’t understand the language, sorry.” He apologizes genuinely, feeling a bit guilty you’re learning korean but he isn’t making an effort to learn your language.

“It’s alright, Min. I’m sorry I didn’t notice, I said I’m cold.” You reply in a nonchalant tone, you don’t care at all, it’s not like he’ll be going to the country, and besides you only learned korean because you were going to the country.

When he finishes fixing you a cup of tea, he brings it to the table in the living room. Setting up everything else for your comfort, and not letting you do anything.

“Alright let’s watch that movie you keep talking about!” He starts excitedly, caressing your cheek before turning to the food and tv.

You relax the rest of the day, receiving absolute princess treatment from Minho. At the end of the day you’ve been pampered with kisses and lulled to sleep with cuddles.

Minho truly is a treasure.

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[sorencd]

hii idk if u are taking request (if you're not ignore this lmao) but could you write some todd anderson fluff? my sister moved away and im feeling kinda sad :( idk if you write for todd either lol anyways love ur account!!

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pairing: todd anderson x reader

summary: a silly little game of tickle fight with todd.

word count: 1.1k

a/n: ofc! <3 i was supposed to keep this short but i'm an absolute sucker for fluff so i went a little overboard hhfhhfhefdfr i hope u like it!

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it was starting to get repetitive. the few episodes you watched earlier were somewhat more entertaining, or shall you say as entertaining as watching a lawyer defend their client gets. there were moments where it really got you and todd riled up, but after that it'll just be another line of the guy on screen describing to you what a public defender is.

'the court is adjourned!' the voice of the guy on screen shouted as he banged his gavel on the wooden sound block, signalling that the aired episode was over.

"i'm starting to get sick of this bart matthew guy's face. how long have we been watching?" you asked, leaning your head further into todd's body until it was on his lap.

"i think it we started at season 1, we've been at it for a while." todd said as he reached for the remote controller, "do you want me to switch the channel, love?"

"okay, maybe that show my mom watches is on. the eve garden something?" you sat up and pondered with a hand on your chin. 

"it's eve arden, i've seen bits of it a few times."

you hastily laid back down and yawned as you shook your head in understanding, moving on your side to watch todd fiddle with the remote controller in search for a good show. sunday afternoons were usually like this, rather than going out and doing activities that would require human interaction, todd would instead show up at your front door to spend time with you, saving you both the time and effort of socialising─ which you knew todd preferred. for the next few hours, you'd both be huddled in bed or on the couch in each other's arms, reading each other silly poems and stories you'd make up, or watch tv until the sun goes down. to some it might be boring, yes, but nothing's boring when it's with todd.

"hey todd?"

he hummed as he moved his focus away from the television and onto you, who was staring up at him with an all too familiar look on your face. you were about to crack a bad joke.

"what is it called-"

"please make it a good joke this time."

"it is! i guarantee you that you'll laugh your knickers off!"

he once again hummed as he raised his eyebrows with a skeptical look, he knew the joke would be so stupid that it wasn't the joke he's laughing at─ but the sheer stupidity of it is what makes him snicker. he let's it slide though, since he gets to see that bright smile of yours every time. 

"alright so, what is it called when the doctor has to tickle you to see if you're conscious?"

todd shook his head, he has no idea what it could be. it could be anything! "i don't know, what?"

"a test tickle." you let out an obnoxious laugh with a slap to the knee as you cackled at your own joke. he on the other hand can't help but wonder where do you get all these jokes from? 

"that was a bad joke." 

"no it's not! i made you laugh, you're laughing right now!"

"you can hardly consider this laughing!"

an idea came to your mind as soon as the words left your lover's mouth. his face contorted in worry when he saw you move back a little on your side of the couch, and you had this... mischievous expression on. you were up to something.

"hmm... it wouldn't be laughing if i did this then?" you suddenly jumped onto him and started tickling his sides, earning yourself a loud snort from todd.

"w-wait- this isn't- this isn't fair!" his face was turning red with how hard he was laughing. you weren't prepared though when abruptly he flipped you on your back, effectively halting you of your attack and giving you a taste of your own medicine.

the only thing that could be heard in your living room was the sound of you and todd cackling like maniacs. to the people outside your house, they could've easily mistaken it as two children playing. in the middle of your tickle-fighting, todd tried to escape from your unforgiving grasp and tried to make a run from it. you attempted grabbing onto his torso to prevent him from leaving your clutches, but instead of successfully being able to pull him back─ you instead got a hold of his pajamas that he was wearing that day and pulled down. accidentally revealing what was he was wearing that day. in your terms he technically he did laugh his underwear off, except it was his pants.

"h-hey you can't do that!" todd stuttered as his laughed grew even louder. he scrambled to pull his pants back up and almost fell over in the process. your stomach was starting to hurt, and your eyes were welling with tears as you caught a glimpse of his boxers, he had the superman ones that you gave him as joke on his birthday on.

after he got a good distance between the two of you, and after he successfully pulled his pajamas back up, he calmed down to catch his breath which was ragged from all the laughing. you, who was on the couch, were lying on your stomach, you hushed snickers muffled by the couch as you watched him. the memory of his boxers that were now covered by his pants still lingering in your mind. 

to control your own breathing, since you were also out of breath, you momentarily closed your eyes with a tired smile on. you forgot how draining tickle fights were. "i must say, what manly boxers you have, mr. anderson." 

unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend was slowly creeping his way behind the couch on his tippy toes. it looks like the war wasn't over. when you didn't hear from him, you lifted your head up to check if he was still where you last saw him before you closed your eyes.

"todd?-"

suddenly, you felt something very heavy being pressed onto your entire body─ causing you to shriek in surprise. it was todd. he was laying on top of you with his arms wrapping your body, like he was giving you a bear hug. in that position, he could easily tickle both of your sides. making him the winner of today's tickle fight. and tickle you he did.

"t-todd- i-" you were being cut off by your own uncontrollable laughter, squirming and writhing in his embrace. "you win! you win!"

he instantly let go of you, his lips curled into a huge victorious grin as he sat there, towering over you triumphantly. his hair was all ruffled and he still looked like he just finished running a marathon. you smiled him, your entirety overflowing with happiness, and he shyly smiled back in return before cheering in a hushed manner and whisper shouting like he was an announcer on the sports channel.

"and the crowd goes wild! todd anderson takes home the trophy for today's match!" 

you giggled and swiftly wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him down and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“i will have my revenge, you!”

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