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I consider myself a Loki hipster with no small amount of self-mockery.
I've been a huge Norse mythology buff for most of my life, and when I discovered Marvel had a comic series loosely based on my favorite stories with my favorite mythological figure as a villain, I dove in headfirst.
If you find my "mythological" language objectionable, know that I am a pagan who uses the term loosely.
It pisses me off endlessly when people (mostly men; I'm cis female) assume I love Loki because TH is cute. Y'all. When he was announced as Loki's actor, I dug through the internet to find clips of him performing in Othello to judge if I deemed him worthy to play one of my all-time favorite characters.
My initial reaction to JMS's Sigyn-bodied Loki ~2008 was pure joy because I could cosplay a canonically female trickster. (If it happened before that, I haven't seen it, but I accept that lots of people know these things better than me.) I have since done so many, many times.
(it's-a meeee)
I loved the first season of Loki, and added a custom Gator Loki to my cosplay that rests on my shoulder with a hidden harness of magnets.
I've waited for the second to finish releasing so I could binge it all at once because GOOD OMENS SEASON 2 HAS TOTALLY DESTROYED MY ABILITY TO DEAL WITH CLIFFHANGERS.
Now, it's all out. I could watch it. But I kinda can't decide between that or a rewatch of Good Omens for the hundredth time.
IT BETTER NOT END ON A FUCKING CLIFFHANGER I CANNOT
Hold me, Tumblr, I'm nervous. (And traumatized by the Ineffable Divorce.)
#loki season 2#loki series#loki#loki costume#loki cosplay#gator loki#croki#good omens#ineffable divorce
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Hey Hi! I am in-fact still alive! Idk how long I’ll be active here for but I am on a rampage of lee!5up and I will do anything, including writing it myself to get it 😭😭🙏
Pls pls pls if you have any or know any Lee!5up anything don’t be shy, send it to me I will love you for eternity <3
So uh, about just doing it myself and writing my own fic, I did exactly that. Loosely based on a post from @taco-theblob Go check them out they are super cool 💖💖
Anyways here’s the fic ^T^
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This story contains:
Tickles, Soft Tickles, Neglecting Needs, A very cute 5up and a very mischievous but good intentioned Fundy
2,777 words.
Characters:
Lee!5up
Ler!Fundy
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Tumbly Rumblies
Fic by: ghostleetickles
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5up had been working on editing for the last 8 hours; he could barely stand another minute of sitting there in that chair. He bounced his knee in impatience while quietly humming to himself, his eyes scanning over the timeline of the video again, sighing as he hit play for what had to be the thousandth time.
Chattering audio of people talking once again filled the room, and he listened and watched carefully for the next place to stop the video to begin editing again. After about 40 seconds into the clip he was currently working on, he paused the video again to splice the clip. While the room was quiet again, he heard his stomach grumble, signifying that he was hungry.
Letting out a quiet sigh, he reached over and picked up his metal water bottle and opened it up to drink some water, choosing for now to ignore his need for food in order to instead hopefully get this video out some time today.
Setting his water bottle back down, he again leaned back over and started editing the clip he was working with. Suddenly another sound pierced the air, which caused 5up to jump a little and turn to look behind him when he heard a soft knock on the door. The door opened a little bit, and reddish brown hair with two fox ears peaked out.
“Hey, 5-" Fundy said, smiling gently. He looked at the pink-haired boy with worried eyes. This had been the third time Fundy had gone up to disrupt 5up’ work, but he didn’t mind a slight distraction so long as he could get back to work right after.
Hello, Fundy. What can I do for you?" 5up softly laughed, trying to play it cool since he knew exactly what Fundy was here for this time. "
The fox boy sheepishly grinned some as his reddish brown-tipped ears folded back a little bit. "Could you please come get something to eat? You’ve been up here for awhile and missed lunch because of it."
There it was, just as he had thought. This was the third time the fox-hybrid had asked for his presence down in the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. 5up glanced back at his work for a moment, feeling a pit of guilt in his stomach both for not giving into what Fundy wanted and for wanting to quit on this project now to get something to munch on.
As much as he wanted to give in to what Fundy was requesting, he just couldn’t tear himself away from his work when he was in such a good workflow right now.
Sorry, Fundy, but I have to work on this right now. I promise I’ll come down once I’m done though and have some dinner." 5up felt bad, but he had to focus on this for now. Looking at the other boy, he hoped that Fundy understood where he was coming from and would leave the man alone for just a little bit longer so that he could finish this video.
Fundy felt a tad bit annoyed that his pink-haired friend was putting work over his own needs, but he was willing to put it aside for now if he had promised to come downstairs as soon as he was done. "Fine, but you come downstairs as soon as you are finished!" Fundy said, and he smiled at his roommate.
5up felt relieved that the other understood and turned his chair back toward his desk to continue working. He heard the door close and then footsteps padding away. Smiling lightly, he tried to get back to work.
From down the hall, Fundy felt a tang of guilt for just letting his friend go about with this, when suddenly his ears twitched and adjusted to hear better when he picked up on a little pink-haired man’s stomach growling from down the hall.
Fundy's tail started swishing back and forth, annoyed, as he started contemplating going back in there and just demanding that 5up come get something to eat. His mind fought with him, one part of it telling him to march back in there and pull him physically away from his work and carry his ass back downstairs if need be, the other just letting it go. He bit his lip nervously, debating what to do—go in there and make him take a break or let him do his thing. The decision was plaguing his mind.
With a rush of courage and no clue what he was actually going to do once he got in there, he marched his way back down the hall and barged into 5up’s room, going over to the pink-haired boy, who quickly turned around, very confused at the sudden appearance.
"W-what are you doing?" 5up laughed nervously, watching the fox-hybrid with cautious eyes as the boy spun him around and put one hand on each arm rest, trapping the pink-haired boy there.
Fundy looked at him with puppy-dog eyes and said, "Please come downstairs."
5up had already decided and sighed before deadpanning, needing to get back to work. "I’m busy, Fundy."
The fox-hybrid's tail started shaking in a playful manner before he made a gut-instinct decision.
"Forgive me, 5; but this has to happen," he lunged in before digging his fingers into 5up’s sides and starting wiggling them around, making the pink-haired boy let out a loud screech of surprise and start wiggling around trying to stop the sensation.
5up held out for a solid 15 seconds, trying desperately not to give in to complete hysteria, trying desperately not to give Fundy a reaction more than what he’s already given the fox hybrid to confirm that he was actually very ticklish. Had he known this would be the result of postponing his needs, he would’ve gone down with Fundy when he asked, yet here he was at the mercy of the fox hybrid now.
It started with some side tickles. Fundy wiggled his fingers against the very flighty boy's seemingly hypersensitive sides before he began poking them and prodding into his stomach as well, not letting the boy catch a break. Fundy felt his cheeks burn a little bit when 5up finally broke, letting out cute giggles every few seconds and having them break into more desperate laughter whenever Fundy hit a more sensitive spot.
"Pleas-eshshshs, I'll go eat! Stohahahahahp!" 5up called out between fits of sweet laughter, trying to hide his face while also trying to protect his stomach.
Fundy smiled, happy that he might actually change his friend's mind, but now he was so hooked on hearing that adorable laugh that he couldn’t stop yet. "Ahhhhhh no, I don’t think I will... You rejected my pleas for you to take care of your needs one too many times, and now this is the price you must pay for defying me," Fundy said in a teasing way and grinned to himself when 5up’s laughter went up an octave when he scribbled over the boys ribs.
"NO—-NOO NOHAHAHAHAH StAHAHAHop!! Pleehehehehasseee! It tichehehekles sohohoh muhahaach!" 5up squeaked out, feeling tears of laughter prick at his eyes through the laughter. It felt like a million butterflies were fluttering against his stomach all at once, and it drove him crazy.
Fundy leaned in more, pushing 5up's sweater up with his hands, and then taking a big breath before blowing a massive raspberry right over the boy's left ribs. 5up jolted up and nearly fell off the chair before he came crashing back down onto it. His hands curled into fists, and he hit Fundy on the back with ever weakening hits the more he got tickled. Fundy moved his hands back to his sides, squeezing them and skittering his nails up and down between the boy's ribs and waist.
"Fuhuhundyyy! Plehaahahahahse!" 5up begged, burying his head into Fundy's shoulder, trying desperately to push the boy off him and cease the tickle attack on his stomach.
Fundy felt 5up’s fists slowly stop hitting him, and instead just the boy's hands were grabbing onto his hoodie and clawing at his back lightly, trying to get a grip. 5up's sweater also fell back down over Fundy's head, his ears twitching and fluttering against 5up's ribs as well as his stubble rubbing gently against the boy's lower belly every time he would lean in to nibble gently at 5up's belly or to blow a raspberry.
The tickling went to a light skittering at 5up's ribs as Fundy took a second to press his ear up against 5up's stomach, the twitching of his furry fox ears causing 5up to quiet down to just silent giggles, his eyes squeezed shut. After listening for a moment, Fundy once again heard the boy's stomach growl, and he snickered to himself before popping his head back out from under 5up's sweater and looking into 5up's eyes. "I can hear your tummy grumbling for food; I can tell you’re hungry." 5up felt himself blush knowing that Fundy was right.
5up was finally able to catch a breather and stared at Fundy with wide eyes, holding his shaking hands up in front of him in nervous defense; the boy was significantly smaller than Fundy, and when the fox hybrid suddenly grabbed his wrists and scooped him up, he let out a squeak of surprise.
Suddenly, his feet got put on the floor, and he was standing up, but he was shortly after pulled against Fundy's chest. 5up felt his face heat up, and he prayed and hoped Fundy wasn’t looking at him right now. His wrists were pulled over his head, Fundy's left hand holding both of them together over 5up. Fundy reached in with his right hand to 5up's stomach, pushing his sweater up with his hand before again scribbling his fingers all over his tummy. 5up felt his knees buckle immediately, not having the strength to hold himself up as he fell to his knees, with Fundy going with him. It didn’t take long before 5up was back at Fundy's mercy and the fox hybrid was once again squeezing his sides and dancing his fingers up and down all over the boy.
"PLEEHAAHSHSHSHSHSHSHHHHH N-NOHAHAHAt the behehehelly!" 5up pleaded
Fundy clawed at the boy's ribs again, giggling when 5up's head was thrown back against his chest as the boy fought to stay up even on his knees. Fundy thought this was super cute, and while he could’ve sat there for hours tickling 5 up into hysterical ticklish bliss, the boy probably did need a breather.
"Only a little bit longer, pleaseeeeee?" Fundy asked nicely.
The fox hybrid went back to very lightly tracing his one finger up and down his right side, giving the boy a moment to respond.
5up continued lightly giggling as he had to weigh his choices: could he just let Fundy do his thing for a little bit more or possibly be stuck here for who knows how long? He nervously thought to himself before gently sighing, "Fine! Only one more thing, though!"
Fundy grinned like a child in a candy shop before he let 5up fall back onto the ground, having him lay flat there as he continued to pin 5up's wrists over his head. Swinging his leg over the pink-haired boy's waist, he straddled the man and leaned over menacingly like a hungry tiger about to pounce on its prey. 5up swallowed nervously; he had sort of brought this on himself, so he waited now in anticipation to find out what would be Fundy's finishing move to incapacitate the other boy to the point of hysteria.
5up watched the clever fox boy wag his tail some as Fundy's eyes scanned over every inch of him, trying to decide where to go. Fundy pushed 5up's sweater back up, but it just stayed there now that 5up was fully on the ground. "What are you planning, Fundy?" 5up asked nervously, trying to prepare himself and feeling butterflies in his stomach from all the built-up anticipation.
Fundy found the perfect target; he had no idea 5up was this ticklish, so this spot was only a mere hope that the boy was even just a little bit ticklish here. "Oh, I have just the spot. Say, Is your belly button ticklish?"
5up’s stomach sank; he had to think fast. His belly button was quite literally one of his worst spots, if not the worst. What could he possibly say in this situation? Is there anything he could say to get himself out of this? Was it too late? Before he knew it, 5up realized he had spaced out thinking about the situation at hand, giving it completely away to Fundy that it was a bad spot.
5up looked at Fundy with wide eyes; the boy looked like a deer in headlights—he sucked back a breath of air before answering. "…. Nooo..-?… no- it’s not." 5up sheepishly smiled, knowing damn well that he botched it. Fundy got his iconic, mischievous fox-like grin, and immediately 5up knew the gig was up. Yet Fundy decided to play along with it.
"Ohhhhhh, okay, so you wouldn’t mind at all if I just tickled, tickled, tickled this cute little button." Fundy retracted his claws as he wiggled his fingers teasingly above the boy's stomach, making the boy flinch and start nervously giggling while waiting for the tickling to start again.
"N-no… o-of course nohahahah!" 5up squeaked a bit as Fundy pretended to pounce but didn’t actually touch 5up yet, scaring the boy into thinking he was going to tickle attack again.
"I see, I see. I know my best friend ever would never lie to me, so I trust you!" Fundy grinned, knowing this must be driving 5up mad.
Suddenly, Fundy dug his fingers into his sides while he brought his face down to blow a big raspberry, followed by a bunch of nibbles right onto 5up's belly button. Fundy thought the boy was going to ascend, so 5up arched his back up into Fundy's lips so fast and let out screams of laughter as he struggled and wiggled around on the floor, trying to get his hypersensitive belly button away from the tickling source.
"PLEASASHAHAHHAHAHHASEEEEE!! NOAHAHhahhahHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" 5up screamed, throwing his head back against the floor, and laughing so hard he thought he was going to pass out. Fundy kept it up for another minute or so. And 5up inevitability started choking on air as Fundy ceased the tickling, giving the boy's tummy one more little kiss before hopping off of him and grabbing 5up’s water bottle from off the desk to give to the still-giggling boy.
5up lay there for another 2-3 minutes, sucking in breaths of air as his glassy, watery eyes just looked up at the ceiling. His hands were curled around his torso protectively, and he pulled his knees up and just laid there on the floor, his chest still rapidly rising and falling.
"Thahahaat wahahahas meheeheannn!" 5up giggled lightly, still feeling super sensitive from the onslaught of tickles, while Fundy sat next to him on the floor.
Fundy grinned and started laughing some with 5up, "million dollar question, did you at least have fun--"
5up deadpanned immediately, "No, it was absolutely awful.." He looked away from his roommate but could feel Fundy's puppy dog eyes staring bullets at him.
"Ok. Fine. Maybe a little bit…”
5up said, he felt a blush coming onto his face again as he fought everything in him to not make eye contact with Fundy.
"Awwwwww! Hehehe, I didn’t know you were so ticklish! That’s so cute!" Fundy cooed before pulling 5up off the floor and into a sitting hug.
"Now please take care of your needs before the tickle monster decides to have another snack." He whispered into 5up’s ear, feeling the boy shudder in his hug and his heart start pounding.
"Will do." 5up said quickly and laughed some. "I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you earlier.
"It’s okay, I got to learn a new way to get you to take care of yourself; don’t worry, this certainly won’t be the last time this happens." Fundy grinned before patting 5up on the back and pulling him up onto his feet to go get some dinner.
5up felt his stomach drop as he nodded his head, silently holding back nervous giggles. Soon they both went downstairs to have a much-needed dinner as Fundy made fun of 5up for lying to him about his belly button being as ticklish as it was. The two sweetly bickered for awhile, Fundy making small teasing digs at 5up over how cute he is.
5up was still rather shy and nervous about all that went down he really didn’t want to admit it but, dare he say, he was almost looking forward to defying the tickle monster again?
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(Finish) 5up had been working on editing for the last 8 hours; he could barely stand another minute of sitting there in that chair. He bounced his knee in impatience while quietly humming to himself, his eyes scanning over the timeline of the video again, sighing as he hit play for what had to be the thousandth time.
Chattering audio of people talking once again filled the room, and he listened and watched carefully for the next place to stop the video to begin editing again. After about 40 seconds into the clip he was currently working on, he paused the video again to splice the clip. While the room was quiet again, he heard his stomach grumble, signifying that he was hungry.
Letting out a quiet sigh, he reached over and picked up his metal water bottle and opened it up to drink some water, choosing for now to ignore his need for food in order to instead hopefully get this video out some time today.
Setting his water bottle back down, he again leaned back over and started editing the clip he was working with. Suddenly another sound pierced the air, which caused 5up to jump a little and turn to look behind him when he heard a soft knock on the door. The door opened a little bit, and reddish brown hair with two fox ears peaked out.
“Hey, 5-" Fundy said, smiling gently. He looked at the pink-haired boy with worried eyes. This had been the third time Fundy had gone up to disrupt 5up’ work, but he didn’t mind a slight distraction so long as he could get back to work right after.
Hello, Fundy. What can I do for you?" 5up softly laughed, trying to play it cool since he knew exactly what Fundy was here for this time. "
The fox boy sheepishly grinned some as his reddish brown-tipped ears folded back a little bit. "Could you please come get something to eat? You’ve been up here for awhile and missed lunch because of it."
There it was, just as he had thought. This was the third time the fox-hybrid had asked for his presence down in the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. 5up glanced back at his work for a moment, feeling a pit of guilt in his stomach both for not giving into what Fundy wanted and for wanting to quit on this project now to get something to munch on.
As much as he wanted to give in to what Fundy was requesting, he just couldn’t tear himself away from his work when he was in such a good workflow right now.
Sorry, Fundy, but I have to work on this right now. I promise I’ll come down once I’m done though and have some dinner." 5up felt bad, but he had to focus on this for now. Looking at the other boy, he hoped that Fundy understood where he was coming from and would leave the man alone for just a little bit longer so that he could finish this video.
Fundy felt a tad bit annoyed that his pink-haired friend was putting work over his own needs, but he was willing to put it aside for now if he had promised to come downstairs as soon as he was done. "Fine, but you come downstairs as soon as you are finished!" Fundy said, and he smiled at his roommate.
5up felt relieved that the other understood and turned his chair back toward his desk to continue working. He heard the door close and then footsteps padding away. Smiling lightly, he tried to get back to work.
From down the hall, Fundy felt a tang of guilt for just letting his friend go about with this, when suddenly his ears twitched and adjusted to hear better when he picked up on a little pink-haired man’s stomach growling from down the hall.
Fundy's tail started swishing back and forth, annoyed, as he started contemplating going back in there and just demanding that 5up come get something to eat. His mind fought with him, one part of it telling him to march back in there and pull him physically away from his work and carry his ass back downstairs if need be, the other just letting it go. He bit his lip nervously, debating what to do—go in there and make him take a break or let him do his thing. The decision was plaguing his mind.
With a rush of courage and no clue what he was actually going to do once he got in there, he marched his way back down the hall and barged into 5up’s room, going over to the pink-haired boy, who quickly turned around, very confused at the sudden appearance.
"W-what are you doing?" 5up laughed nervously, watching the fox-hybrid with cautious eyes as the boy spun him around and put one hand on each arm rest, trapping the pink-haired boy there.
Fundy looked at him with puppy-dog eyes and said, "Please come downstairs."
5up had already decided and sighed before deadpanning, needing to get back to work. "I’m busy, Fundy."
The fox-hybrid's tail started shaking in a playful manner before he made a gut-instinct decision.
"Forgive me, 5; but this has to happen," he lunged in before digging his fingers into 5up’s sides and starting wiggling them around, making the pink-haired boy let out a loud screech of surprise and start wiggling around trying to stop the sensation.
5up held out for a solid 15 seconds, trying desperately not to give in to complete hysteria, trying desperately not to give Fundy a reaction more than what he’s already given the fox hybrid to confirm that he was actually very ticklish. Had he known this would be the result of postponing his needs, he would’ve gone down with Fundy when he asked, yet here he was at the mercy of the fox hybrid now.
It started with some side tickles. Fundy wiggled his fingers against the very flighty boy's seemingly hypersensitive sides before he began poking them and prodding into his stomach as well, not letting the boy catch a break. Fundy felt his cheeks burn a little bit when 5up finally broke, letting out cute giggles every few seconds and having them break into more desperate laughter whenever Fundy hit a more sensitive spot.
"Pleas-eshshshs, I'll go eat! Stohahahahahp!" 5up called out between fits of sweet laughter, trying to hide his face while also trying to protect his stomach.
Fundy smiled, happy that he might actually change his friend's mind, but now he was so hooked on hearing that adorable laugh that he couldn’t stop yet. "Ahhhhhh no, I don’t think I will... You rejected my pleas for you to take care of your needs one too many times, and now this is the price you must pay for defying me," Fundy said in a teasing way and grinned to himself when 5up’s laughter went up an octave when he scribbled over the boys ribs.
"NO—-NOO NOHAHAHAHAH StAHAHAHop!! Pleehehehehasseee! It tichehehekles sohohoh muhahaach!" 5up squeaked out, feeling tears of laughter prick at his eyes through the laughter. It felt like a million butterflies were fluttering against his stomach all at once, and it drove him crazy.
Fundy leaned in more, pushing 5up's sweater up with his hands, and then taking a big breath before blowing a massive raspberry right over the boy's left ribs. 5up jolted up and nearly fell off the chair before he came crashing back down onto it. His hands curled into fists, and he hit Fundy on the back with ever weakening hits the more he got tickled. Fundy moved his hands back to his sides, squeezing them and skittering his nails up and down between the boy's ribs and waist.
"Fuhuhundyyy! Plehaahahahahse!" 5up begged, burying his head into Fundy's shoulder, trying desperately to push the boy off him and cease the tickle attack on his stomach.
Fundy felt 5up’s fists slowly stop hitting him, and instead just the boy's hands were grabbing onto his hoodie and clawing at his back lightly, trying to get a grip. 5up's sweater also fell back down over Fundy's head, his ears twitching and fluttering against 5up's ribs as well as his stubble rubbing gently against the boy's lower belly every time he would lean in to nibble gently at 5up's belly or to blow a raspberry.
The tickling went to a light skittering at 5up's ribs as Fundy took a second to press his ear up against 5up's stomach, the twitching of his furry fox ears causing 5up to quiet down to just silent giggles, his eyes squeezed shut. After listening for a moment, Fundy once again heard the boy's stomach growl, and he snickered to himself before popping his head back out from under 5up's sweater and looking into 5up's eyes. "I can hear your tummy grumbling for food; I can tell you’re hungry." 5up felt himself blush knowing that Fundy was right.
5up was finally able to catch a breather and stared at Fundy with wide eyes, holding his shaking hands up in front of him in nervous defense; the boy was significantly smaller than Fundy, and when the fox hybrid suddenly grabbed his wrists and scooped him up, he let out a squeak of surprise.
Suddenly, his feet got put on the floor, and he was standing up, but he was shortly after pulled against Fundy's chest. 5up felt his face heat up, and he prayed and hoped Fundy wasn’t looking at him right now. His wrists were pulled over his head, Fundy's left hand holding both of them together over 5up. Fundy reached in with his right hand to 5up's stomach, pushing his sweater up with his hand before again scribbling his fingers all over his tummy. 5up felt his knees buckle immediately, not having the strength to hold himself up as he fell to his knees, with Fundy going with him. It didn’t take long before 5up was back at Fundy's mercy and the fox hybrid was once again squeezing his sides and dancing his fingers up and down all over the boy.
"PLEEHAAHSHSHSHSHSHSHHHHH N-NOHAHAHAt the behehehelly!" 5up pleaded
Fundy clawed at the boy's ribs again, giggling when 5up's head was thrown back against his chest as the boy fought to stay up even on his knees. Fundy thought this was super cute, and while he could’ve sat there for hours tickling 5 up into hysterical ticklish bliss, the boy probably did need a breather.
"Only a little bit longer, pleaseeeeee?" Fundy asked nicely.
The fox hybrid went back to very lightly tracing his one finger up and down his right side, giving the boy a moment to respond.
5up continued lightly giggling as he had to weigh his choices: could he just let Fundy do his thing for a little bit more or possibly be stuck here for who knows how long? He nervously thought to himself before gently sighing, "Fine! Only one more thing, though!"
Fundy grinned like a child in a candy shop before he let 5up fall back onto the ground, having him lay flat there as he continued to pin 5up's wrists over his head. Swinging his leg over the pink-haired boy's waist, he straddled the man and leaned over menacingly like a hungry tiger about to pounce on its prey. 5up swallowed nervously; he had sort of brought this on himself, so he waited now in anticipation to find out what would be Fundy's finishing move to incapacitate the other boy to the point of hysteria.
5up watched the clever fox boy wag his tail some as Fundy's eyes scanned over every inch of him, trying to decide where to go. Fundy pushed 5up's sweater back up, but it just stayed there now that 5up was fully on the ground. "What are you planning, Fundy?" 5up asked nervously, trying to prepare himself and feeling butterflies in his stomach from all the built-up anticipation.
Fundy found the perfect target; he had no idea 5up was this ticklish, so this spot was only a mere hope that the boy was even just a little bit ticklish here. "Oh, I have just the spot. Say, Is your belly button ticklish?"
5up’s stomach sank; he had to think fast. His belly button was quite literally one of his worst spots, if not the worst. What could he possibly say in this situation? Is there anything he could say to get himself out of this? Was it too late? Before he knew it, 5up realized he had spaced out thinking about the situation at hand, giving it completely away to Fundy that it was a bad spot.
5up looked at Fundy with wide eyes; the boy looked like a deer in headlights—he sucked back a breath of air before answering. "…. Nooo..-?… no- it’s not." 5up sheepishly smiled, knowing damn well that he botched it. Fundy got his iconic, mischievous fox-like grin, and immediately 5up knew the gig was up. Yet Fundy decided to play along with it.
"Ohhhhhh, okay, so you wouldn’t mind at all if I just tickled, tickled, tickled this cute little button." Fundy retracted his claws as he wiggled his fingers teasingly above the boy's stomach, making the boy flinch and start nervously giggling while waiting for the tickling to start again.
"N-no… o-of course nohahahah!" 5up squeaked a bit as Fundy pretended to pounce but didn’t actually touch 5up yet, scaring the boy into thinking he was going to tickle attack again.
"I see, I see. I know my best friend ever would never lie to me, so I trust you!" Fundy grinned, knowing this must be driving 5up mad.
Suddenly, Fundy dug his fingers into his sides while he brought his face down to blow a big raspberry, followed by a bunch of nibbles right onto 5up's belly button. Fundy thought the boy was going to ascend, so 5up arched his back up into Fundy's lips so fast and let out screams of laughter as he struggled and wiggled around on the floor, trying to get his hypersensitive belly button away from the tickling source.
"PLEASASHAHAHHAHAHHASEEEEE!! NOAHAHhahhahHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" 5up screamed, throwing his head back against the floor, and laughing so hard he thought he was going to pass out. Fundy kept it up for another minute or so. And 5up inevitability started choking on air as Fundy ceased the tickling, giving the boy's tummy one more little kiss before hopping off of him and grabbing 5up’s water bottle from off the desk to give to the still-giggling boy.
5up lay there for another 2-3 minutes, sucking in breaths of air as his glassy, watery eyes just looked up at the ceiling. His hands were curled around his torso protectively, and he pulled his knees up and just laid there on the floor, his chest still rapidly rising and falling.
"Thahahaat wahahahas meheeheannn!" 5up giggled lightly, still feeling super sensitive from the onslaught of tickles, while Fundy sat next to him on the floor.
Fundy grinned and started laughing some with 5up, "million dollar question, did you at least have fun--"
5up deadpanned immediately, "No, it was absolutely awful.." He looked away from his roommate but could feel Fundy's puppy dog eyes staring bullets at him.
"Ok. Fine. Maybe a little bit…”
5up said, he felt a blush coming onto his face again as he fought everything in him to not make eye contact with Fundy.
"Awwwwww! Hehehe, I didn’t know you were so ticklish! That’s so cute!" Fundy cooed before pulling 5up off the floor and into a sitting hug.
"Now please take care of your needs before the tickle monster decides to have another snack." He whispered into 5up’s ear, feeling the boy shudder in his hug and his heart start pounding.
"Will do." 5up said quickly and laughed some. "I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you earlier.
"It’s okay, I got to learn a new way to get you to take care of yourself; don’t worry, this certainly won’t be the last time this happens." Fundy grinned before patting 5up on the back and pulling him up onto his feet to go get some dinner.
5up felt his stomach drop as he nodded his head, silently holding back nervous giggles. Soon they both went downstairs to have a much-needed dinner as Fundy made fun of 5up for lying to him about his belly button being as ticklish as it was. The two sweetly bickered for awhile, Fundy making small teasing digs at 5up over how cute he is.
5up was still rather shy and nervous about all that went down he really didn’t want to admit it but, dare he say, he was almost looking forward to defying the tickle monster again?
-…-
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Who let the dogs out? Jake seresin x reader.
-y/n's pov--
I walk out to the back porch with Ninja's lead in my hand I connect it to the tree and then walk in to get him. He's already waiting at the door
" Come here Ninja time to go out," I say and my dog follows me out the screen door. I put him on the lead and walk back into the house to continue to make the sandwiches I am bringing to my friend's house.
--Jake's Pov--
I stop running to tie my shoes. And wipe the sweat from my face. I like running on nice days rather than going to the gym the fresh air is nice.
While tieing my left shoe I feel something brush up against me its soft? I then look up and see a fluffy brown dog and he sticks his tongue out and starts panting.
"Hey buddy," I say the dog then barks.
I start to pet the dog to have him gain my trust. After a few seconds, this thing lays down right on the pavement. I look at the little heart tag
And it says.
Ninja
The back shows more info.
31 Seaside Dr.
Miramar CA
Y/n y/l/n
Luckily for Ninja, I know exactly where that is my buddy Coyote lives a few houses down on Seaside drive. I take Ninja by the collar and we start walking to his house. It looks like he broke his lead because there is a short piece of rope and clip hanging from his collar.
" Hey Ninja pup we're almost home," I tell the dog when we turn on to Seaside drive. I love the name Ninja it's a cool name for a dog like this little guy. All of a sudden He barks and I feel his collar tug out of my hand but I restrain him from going any further.
I then look in his direction and see a few squirrels he must have been trying to chase them and got loose. I reach the house and tell Ninja to sit. Then ring the doorbell. A lady then opens the door. She looks right down at Ninja with fear in her eyes.
" Hey, I was on a run it looks like your dog broke his lead and he walked up to me." I smile at her Ninja then walks and sits beside his mama on the porch.
" Oh oh my gosh I didn't even see him or hear him and I had the window open. Thank you so much you are a lifesaver." She smiles.
I then see her look me up and down. And she brings her head back to my eyes. I wink at her she's kinda cute with her long hair and nice body.
I then see her fight a smile.
Surprisingly even with squirrels around Ninja still stays on the front porch now laying down.
" Nice to meet you I'm Jake Seresin." I shake my hand out to the pretty girl. For some reason with her, I get a pit in my stomach that I don't feel with the other girls I try to pick up.
" y/n y/l/n and I think you figured out this is my Ninja pup. " she smiles.
Oh my goodness her teeth are so white they could blind someone.
Wow! and I thought I was hot.
" He's adorable I'm glad he found me then I wouldn't have been able to meet you " I then laugh it off.
" Hey your outfit looks nice I like it." she complements.
"I like you too." CRAP I just said that.
She smiles.
" Hey, Jake you wouldn't wanna exchange numbers or something to get to know each other a little more? " She fidgets with her necklace now.
" I'd love your number sweetheart." I smile, there's my confidence. I take my phone out and then she puts her number inside it and texts herself.
" Ok Jake I have to get to a party for my friend but I will talk to you at some point if that's ok." When she tells me" at some point" like its, not a priority somehow it grabs me on more.
" Sounds good I will talk to you later. " I say then continue my run. Later at the hard deck, I tell Coyote about y/n and her cute dog Ninja.
BONUS:
5 years later
--Jake's pov--
"DADDY! DADDY! LOOK! Ninaaa's givin me a ride." I then look over to see my daughter Serria riding on Ninja's back. The poor dog.
" Hey get off Ninja you don't wanna hurt him," I say with concern she then falls off the dog. My baby girl doesn't cry shes a tough one like me. Ninja licks her tiny face.
" Ewwww Ninja STOP ITTTT! " My little toddler yells. We then are both interrupted by y/n who just put out dinner on the table.
" Come and get it!"
" Foooooooooood!" Our little one says and runs to her seat.
And Ninja follows to eat any food scraps Serria leaves.
#top gun 2#top gun maverick#top gun maverick x reader#top gun#cute dogs#doglover#jake seresin x reader#jake seresin#jake hangman seresin#ninja#oml this is so adroble i want a dog now!!
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Glimpse of Us|McWexler
Pairing: Jimmy McGill x Kim Wexler (basically mcwexler
Warning: angst???
Summary: A timeline of Jimmy and Kim’s life with their daughter before and after all hell breaks loose
Authors note: I am terribly sorry if this is bad. I suck at writing :/ this inspired by AA (FormerAA) on ao3 they are incredible at their writing and I strongly suggest to go read their works. Also this is going to be a series. And as always I am open to any advice for my writing!
Omaha. The cold city of Omaha is where Gene lived, once a crooked lawyer who made millions by twisting the law to his liking. Now, he was living as a quiet, middle-aged Cinnabon worker.
In his tiny, run-down apartment, Gene was pouring himself a glass of alcohol while his TV blabbered on about some vintage crap that he couldn't care less about.
After making his drink, he walked over to the remote to change the channel to the news, then closed the blinds.
Next, he searched his closet for a shoebox. Inside, there was a bunch of junk and a singular VHS tape. He quickly grabbed it and inserted the tape into the TV, then sat down on his couch, holding the remote and pressing play.
The TV glitched for a couple of seconds before starting to play the tape. It showed a tiny one-year-old in front of their apartment door—his daughter. She had beautiful honey-brown hair, worn up in pigtails, and was dressed in a bumblebee costume, holding a Halloween bucket.
Gene smiled at the illuminated TV as the tape continued playing. He knew that every parent says their child is the cutest in the world, but he genuinely meant it when it came to his daughter.
"Maddie," his voice from behind the camera gently called out to her, but she didn't look up from playing with her bucket.
"Are you sure it's recording, Jimmy?" his ex-wife Kim asked. "Uh... the camera guy said that the light is supposed to be blinking when it's recording." He turned the camera to check for the light. "Yep, it's recording."
"Maddie!" Jimmy called out again, yet Maddie's eyes remained fixed on her bucket.
"Can you say hi?" Jimmy pleaded, and Maddie gave him a small wave.
"I think she's camera shy," Kim joked, and Jimmy chuckled. "Yeah, I think she is," Jimmy replied.
Kim bent down to Maddie's height. "What if we tickle her to find out!" Kim tickled Maddie on her neck, and Maddie burst into laughter.
Gene's eyes started to tear up as he found himself engrossed in the sound of his daughter's laughter. No matter how much he wanted to turn off the TV and cry into his pillow, he couldn't. There was a sense of warmth that filled the emptiness of his life every time he watched this tape—the emptiness that had consumed his soul for years.
Jimmy chuckled at Maddie. "You're so stinking cute, Maddie!"
As the video progressed, all he could sense was heartache over his seemingly perfect family. He felt regret for his ex-wife and his daughter, who never asked to be put in a troubling situation that tore their family apart.
Questions ran through Gene's mind: Could he have done something differently? Could he have salvaged what was lost? But regrets offered no solace, only a painful reminder of the irreversible damage done.
As the video was ending, a new clip appeared—Saul Goodman. The embodiment of deceit and moral compromise, stood as a damning reminder of the choices that had unraveled his world. The sight of Saul Goodman on the screen filled Gene with a conflicted mix of anguish and shame. He didn't have the strength to pick up the remote and turn off the TV. Instead, he just sat there and watch to fill the emptiness of his surroundings.
#blvzily#mcwexler#jimmy mcgill#saul goodman#kim wexler#chuck mcgill#mike ehrmantraut#lalo salamanca#howard hamlin#fluff#angst#domestic fluff#better caul sall
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Play With My Hair?
hi darlings!! here is my second fic for my 100 followers celebration bingo!! this one is for august walker and I'm sorry it took so long to get out but here it is!!
i actually ended up getting two of the same requests for this one lol! (ig we are all on the same page here) -xo poppet :)
august walker x female!anxious!reader, rated g!
warnings: anxiety and implications that someone is after the reader and august
word count: 1.1k
tag list: @thereisa8ella @myloveforhenrycavill @lharrietg @little-brattyangel
August paced around the tiny safe house again and again, each pass causing your stomach to churn a little more. He wouldn't tell you why you were both there. He hadn't said much of anything actually. Aside from storming into your shared room this morning and saying in a clipped tone that you needed to pack essentials as quickly as possible because a plane would be there in fifteen minutes to take you to a more secure location, you had no idea what was going on.
You knew that you probably didn't have clearance to know what was happening, or that August was just hiding it for your own safety, but you would have appreciated knowing what was happening.
Clearly whatever it was was distressing August greatly. You just wanted him to sit down and take a breath, this much stress could not be good for him. There had been a frown etched permanently in his usually smooth brow since this morning when he'd told you to start packing.
"August," you called.
He showed no sign of hearing you, too trapped in his own head. His hands were clasped behind his back, ever the smart looking gentlemen, even when he was stressed.
"Auggie," you called a little more loudly this time. But not even the nickname that he usually griped about to no end made him break his concentration.
You felt tears begin to cling to your Y/E/C eyes. What was going on? Why were the two of you there? Was someone looking for you? Were you going to die?
"August," you choked out around a half sob.
Hearing the emotion in your voice was finally what snapped him out of his concentration and his head whipped up to look at yours, the hard lines in his face softening when he saw how scared you looked.
"What is it, sweetness?" he asked, his voice low and concerned. You loved that you were the only person he dropped his hard exterior for. It made you feel special.
"What's happening?" you asked in a small voice.
"You know I can't tell you that," he sighed, placing one of his strong hands on your arm. You noticed for the first time that his tie was hanging loosely around his neck and the top button of his shirt was undone. That was completely unlike him. Usually he was immaculately put together, even in the most tense of situations. Your stomach did another flip.
"But-" your voice cracked and suddenly there were tears running down your face. August immediately squished next to you on the chair you were sitting on, his large body half hanging off of it awkwardly as he hugged you to his chest, placing his chin on top of your head as you sobbed into his shoulder.
"It's okay," he murmured. "The both of us are gonna be just fine, sweetness. It's only for a few days and then we can go home."
You nodded into his thick shoulder, clutching at his dress shirt. You were aware that you were wrinkling it and that he was going to probably be annoyed about that later, but that didn't matter right now.
"We're not- not gonna die?" you hiccuped against him.
"No, sweetness," he said calmly, his tone almost resigned. "And you know I'll protect you."
He pulled away from you, but still kept his hand on your arm. You knew that August wasn't the best at showing comfort or emotions, but he did try. And usually what he did offer was enough, but not today. Not when you were still terrified out of your mind and he had gone back to pacing across the terribly worn carpet.
Needing to do something with your hands, you walked over to your small suitcase and opened it, taking out everything that you had packed and refolding and reorganizing it as you tried desperately not to cry again. August was holding it together. You could too.
Although admittedly, he was trained for these situations. You were not.
You made your way through your own suitcase and went over to the small bed in the corner. You pulled off the bedding and put it back on, still looking for a way to release your nervous energy. As you put the blankets back on the bed you noticed that it was really a small bed, smaller than you had initially thought. You and August would definitely be cuddling tonight. Although given the circumstances you thought that that might be a good thing.
You heard August walk up behind you just as you finished. You heard him fidget for a moment before he spoke.
"Are you alright, Y/N?"
"Yeah," you lied, still not looking at him. "Why?"
"You only organize like this when you get nervous," he said, placing a strong hand on your arm.
You were silent as you fought down your tears again. August didn't need to be worrying about you when he was thinking about both of your safety. You didn't even know what threat you two were up against.
"What do you need?" He asked softly.
"I know you're a hard ass, but could you play with my hair?" the words tumbled out of your mouth unprompted and you slapped your hand over your mouth reflexively. You couldn't believe that you had actually just said that!
August laughed though. A wonderful, musical sound that you didn't hear often enough and one that felt wildly out of place in the tiny, outdated safe house. It calmed your nerves immediately. "Of course I can, sweetness," he said softly, his hand already coming up to tangle in the strands and he guided you over to the bed.
He pulled you against him, so that your head was huddled against his chest instead of resting on the lumpy mattress. His long fingers worked through your hair tentatively, still shy even after all the years you'd been together.
He kept running his hand through your hair in an almost repetitive motion, careful not to cause too many knots as the tips of his fingernails scratched at your scalp.
You had just begun to fully calm down, your breathing slowing to match his when he spoke up.
"Am I doing it right?" he asked sheepishly. You weren't looking at his face but you could imagine the cute way that his mustache was stretching as he smiled.
"Yeah, Auggie. You are," you giggled at his uncertainty. God, he was so cute sometimes.
"Don't laugh at me," he grumbled. "I've never done this before!"
"Well good thing we're working on that now, huh Auggie?" you giggled again.
"And don't call me that!" he groaned. "I'm too much of a hard ass for a nickname like that."
"A hard ass that plays with his girlfriend's hair," you mused. Your banter had made you forget the situation at hand. It was just you and August.
"I might be a hard ass," he laughed. "But I'm never too much of a hard ass to play with your hair."
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rat!
inspired by an irl situation i had today ;(
wilbur soot x reader {they/them pronouns}
warnings: none! just fluffy
note: this is my first imagine ahhh please hype me up >:)
you lean back against your headboard. wilbur has only been streaming for an hour, and you swore up and down that you’d wait to fall asleep until he was done, because he wanted attention. yet, you were so tired that it was hard to resist.
maybe one second wouldn’t hurt.
just as you let your vision blacken, a small sound catches your attention. you open one eye, and when you don’t see anything out of the norm, you close it again.
this process repeats itself many times before you decide to investigate. you lay your phone on the bed in front of you and lean over the edge of the mattress so you can look under the bed.
squeak.
you just stare at it for a second, your brain not quite processing the situation. when you finally realize what it is, you jump up onto your bed and scream out.
“wilbur!!”
he calmly turns around to face you. when he seem you standing on the bed in horror, your boyfriend’s expression changes from stoic to concern within seconds.
“why are you standing, love?” he asks.
“there’s a rat!” you exclaim, gripping the headboard.
he looks at the ground just as the rat scurries across the room. he quickly shuts the door so the rat can’t escape.
“how am i meant to catch it?” he wonders aloud.
you toss him a cup from the bedside, which he struggles to catch. “come here, little ratty rat.”
when it scurries again, wilbur slams the cup on top of it. you gasp, your whole body tensing up.
“did you get it?”
he nods, “go get me a paper plate and a broom.”
you rush out of the room on your tiptoes to gather the things he asked for. once you hand it to him, you jump back onto the bed and out of reach from the rat.
“well, i’m going to need your help.” he looks at you.
“what?! wilbur-“
“just as a precaution! come grab the broom and get ready to smack it if it gets loose.” wilbur orders.
you shake your head violently. “there is no way i can go near that thing.”
he reaches for your hand and tugs you onto the floor. “if it gets out, i’ll pick you up before it can touch you. are you ready?”
you suck in a deep breath and nod. ever so slightly, he lifts the cup and transfers it onto the paper plate. your eyes go wide. wilbur smiles in success and rushes to drop the rat outside.
when he runs back in, he high fives you. “we did it!”
“technically, i didn’t do anything.” you laugh, intertwining your hands with him.
“you were my moral support.” he kisses your fingers.
when you both come back to the moment, you realize that wilbur’s stream is still going.
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pogchamp748: THAT WAS SO CUTE
63wilburs00t: everyone spam simp in the chat
dsmpgal035: simp
black_canN7: simp
fangirl73929: simp
“chat, stop spamming simp. i am not a simp- and do not clip that!”
#georgenotfound imagine#georgenotfound x y/n#georgenotfound x reader#georgenotfound#wilbur soot imagine#wilbur soot x you#dream x reader#mcyt imagine#mcyt x reader#tommyinnit#wilbur soot#wilbur mcyt#twitch#mcyt#dsmp wilbur#dsmp fandom
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hi !! I love u and all ur writings sm 🥺💕
if it's not too much trouble can I ask for a shuichi x female reader nsfw ? she becomes curious and ask shuichi if they could try 'it' together ? w a bottom reader pls ! <3
I had way too much fun writing this. I just love Shuichi so much. He deserves headpats. Also I’m glad you like my writing!! Thank youuuu <3
Warnings: Loss of virginity, female reader, NSFW
Words: 1,883
Genre: Fluff, smut
“Ah… umm… wait, can you… can you repeat that?” Shuichi stuttered, avoiding your serious gaze. Upon seeing his adorable flustered face, all of your courage had vanished.
“Never mind. It wasn’t too important.” you replied.
The two of you were cuddled up in your bed, a TV show you’d both seen before playing in the background. Shuichi loved to cuddle you and give you attention, but without the noise of the TV, he tended to fall asleep. However, upon hearing you say what he thought you just said, he grabbed the remote and shakily paused the show.
“No I heard what you said, y/n, I just wanted to make sure I heard it right,” he sat up a little and finally looked at you. “You want to… umm… y’know… with me?”
“Shuichi, sex isn’t a dirty word. You’re allowed to say it.”
“I know, it’s just that I’ve never done it before and- well- wait, have you?” he asked. He was tense, but you couldn’t tell if he was nervous, excited, or both.
“No, I haven’t. So, do you want to?”
“Like… right now?”
“If you want to, yeah,”
He looked at you, seemingly trying to decide what to say next. He was blushing like crazy. You had to hold back your little squeal of adoration- god, why did he have to be so cute? Despite this, you were nervous too. You could feel your own cheeks heating up.
Without warning, Shuichi kissed you. He did so with such force that your teeth clicked together. You made a noise of surprise and he backed away.
“Wait, did I do that wrong?” he asked, shyly cupping your cheek.
“You just took me by surprise is all,”
“Sorry… umm,”
He leaned down to kiss you again, this time with a little more warning. The two of you had kissed before, but you could feel that Shuichi was trying to do something different. His tongue was softly poking at your lips but you weren’t sure what he wanted until he gave your bottom lip a nibble and managed to slip his tongue into your mouth.
You shivered as his tongue flimsily explored your mouth. Poor boy had no idea what he was doing, but neither did you so you just let him take the lead. With your lips still locked, he guided you down to the bed and crawled on top of you. One of his hands slipped under your shirt to grip loosely at your bare waist.
He released his hold on your lips, a trail of saliva still connecting the two of you.
“C-can I?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you replied. You weren’t really sure what he was asking to do, but you’d decided at this point to just trust him to do what he wanted. You knew he’d never hurt you.
He tried to pull your button-up shirt over your head without unbuttoning any buttons.
“Wait, hey!” you whined. The shirt was stuck around your neck and you knew with any more pressure, the buttons would probably pop off. “Shuichi, the buttons!”
“Oh! Right…” he said. He pulled down your shirt, unbuttoned a few buttons, then tried again. This time, the shirt came off smoothly.
You gazed up at him, giggling.
“I-I’m sorry, I’m just a little excited is all,” he said, blushing and ogling your bare midriff. You suddenly felt very exposed.
You reached up to unbutton his jacket. You were only able to unbutton one button before he undid the rest and pulled it off. You helped him out of his undershirt and before you had time to look at his chest, he started trying to pull your bra off.
“Shuichi, there’s a clip in the back, you just have to-” before you could finish, he’d managed to pull it over your head. “-that works too, I guess.”
He leaned down to give you a soft kiss, his hand gently squeezing one of your breasts. His delicate touch made your heart flutter and you moaned quietly into his mouth. He moved to press kisses up and down your neck. His hips started grinding into yours and you could feel how hard he was through his pants. You ground back up into him, his bulge hitting your clit in just the right way.
“Am I doing okay?” he asked quietly, his hand moving to your skirt.
“It feels nice, so I think so,” you replied breathily.
“I watched this… video… once so I’m just trying to do what they did,” he admitted. You almost burst out laughing at the thought of your sweet, timid Shuichi watching porn.
You managed to hold in your laugh but an amused breath left your lips.
“Don’t laugh! I was curious!” he responded. You felt him smile against your neck. You gave him a tight hug, savoring the feeling of his warm skin against yours.
“Just do what comes naturally, Shuichi.” you assured him.
He pulled back to take off your skirt and panties, leaving you completely nude in front of him. You unbuttoned his pants and watched, amused, as he struggled to kick them off without getting off the bed. Eventually he got them off and you hooked your fingers around his underwear.
You hesitated in pulling them down, giving him a look to ask for permission. He blushed and looked away but didn’t give any indication that he wanted to stop, so you pulled them off and tossed them away. His erection sprung free and you tensed up a little at his size. You weren’t really sure how big penises were supposed to be but it intimidated you to think about it being inside of you. He was certainly bigger than your fingers.
Shuichi sat himself between your legs and you reached down to wrap your hand around his shaft. He shivered. His cock was warm and seemed to fit in your hand perfectly. Slowly, you began to stroke up and down, watching as Shuichi’s eyes squeezed shut. You sped up a little, but jolted away when you felt it move. It could move?
“It moved!” you nearly shouted, earning a laugh from Shuichi.
“Yeah, it can do that,” he replied. You watched as he made it move again.
You hesitantly reached forward again but Shuichi grabbed your hand and pushed it back to the sheets.
“Can I touch you?” he asked timidly.
“Of course,”
He brought two fingers down to rub at your labia, right above your opening. You flinched and he pulled back, confused.
“Here, let me show you,” you reached forward and held his hand, putting it on your clit. “That’s the most sensitive part.”
“Th-thanks,”
He rubbed small circles on your clit. You tensed up from pleasure and resisted the urge to buck up into his hand. With his other hand he slipped his middle finger into your vagina. You bit your lip and let out a quiet moan. He began to finger you slowly and you could feel every bone in his finger as it slid in and out of you. He added a second finger and-
“Ow!” you squeaked.
“Oh no!” he exclaimed back, pulling his hands away from you. “What happened?”
“You’ve got really long fingernails!”
“Well, I wasn’t exactly planning to… ummm…”
You laughed and sat up to give him a reassuring kiss. Your walls were slightly sore from being scratched.
Shuichi smiled and guided you back onto the bed, crawling over you to give you another heated kiss.
“Can I put it in now?” he asked.
You nodded and kissed him one more time before he pulled away and lined his cock up with your entrance. He pushed the tip and you winced slightly. It felt like your walls were being ripped apart, like a muscle that was stretched too far.
“Are you okay?” he asked sweetly.
“Yeah, just go slow,” you replied.
He shoved his cock in a little more and you sighed, trying to relax. It hurt, but definitely not as bad as you thought it would. He inched in a little more and you figured out that it hurt less when he moved.
“Thrust in slowly, it hurts more when you’re still,” you told him. He did as you said and the pain started to slowly fade away.
The two of you met eyes for a moment and you could see that he was yearning for more. You held out your arms to him and he leaned over, burying his head in the crook of your neck and thrusting a little faster.
He hit a spot inside of you that sent sparks up your entire body and you moaned out. He started moving a little faster and found a nice, steady rhythm that wasn’t too fast and wasn’t too slow. You squeezed him in your arms, overcome with love and pleasure. You couldn’t imagine letting anyone else do this to you.
“I love you,” you breathed out. You nuzzled your cheek against his.
“Gh- I love you too, y/n,” he replied, his voice rough. He lifted his head and gave you a sloppy kiss that you couldn’t quite focus on.
You reached one hand down to rub at your clit fervently. Shuichi was starting to falter a bit and you wanted to cum at the same time as him. He was speeding up, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper, hitting against a spot inside of you that kind of hurt. You didn’t want to stop him and ruin his high, though.
With a few more deep thrusts, his hips hit yours.
“Too deep-ow!” you gasped, but he was gone. His hips stuttered as he came, letting out adorable little noises. You felt his semen seep out of him and fill up your insides with warmth. You sped up your movements on your clit, feeling your own orgasm getting close as well.
You let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a squeal as you came, your body shivering and twitching around Shuichi. He continued to move slowly inside of you, letting you come down from your high. Your entire body felt warm and fuzzy.
Shuichi collapsed on top of you. Your nose was buried in his shoulder. God, he was heavier than he looked.
“Can’t breathe,” you squeaked.
He laughed apologetically and rolled over to lay on his side, a dazed look in his eyes. He looked absolutely adorable and you couldn’t help but give him one more kiss before burying your head in his chest.
“I’m sorry I didn’t last that long,” he said.
“I mean, I didn’t last that long either, so it’s fine,” you replied. How long was sex supposed to last, anyway?
You wrapped an arm around him and nuzzled as close as you could to him. He stroked your back lovingly.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too, Shuichi.”
The two of you fell into a comfortable, sleepy silence until Shuichi lifted his head a bit.
“Hey, shouldn’t you pee? I’ve heard girls can get UTI’s if they don’t pee afterwards,” he said.
“Oh, yeah, I probably should.” you replied.
You reluctantly pulled yourself from his grasp and waddled to the bathroom. That night, not only did you discover that sex was awesome, but also that peeing after an orgasm was a pain in the ass.
I tried to make it realistic but it’s been a while since I lost my virginity so uhh... lmao
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rock solid bonds.
pt. one
characters: zhongli, female reader, gimel ( geo hypostasis )
warnings: none
word count: 3,858 ( it’s LONG, y’all, sorry )
notes: first thing tossed into the genshin fandom is zhongli because i’m weak. so very weak. i know this idea is strange, but i’m running with it. this will have many parts, just not sure how many. anywho! :D hey. how’s it going? nice to meet’cha. oh!! also. i don’t have a beta reader, so there may be typos i’ve missed. oof.
You had made this trip several times before, and you assumed that this trip would be no different. You skirted around small packs of curious hilichurl, scooped up seashells from the many beaches you followed and swam through the clear, blue waters of Guyun Stone Forest until — finally — you reached the island you had been visiting over the course of several months.
The moment your water-logged feet touched solid ground rather than loose sand, you felt it — the faint traces of a low, constant vibration. It was a steady buzzing, except where the intensity would pulse every now and again, like a living heartbeat.
‘ It’s here, ’ you thought, ‘ good. ’
You hurried to rest against the crumbling wall of the ruins where the hypostasis often lingered, allowing yourself a moment to dry off and rummage through your supplies. No matter how routine this was, you knew you couldn’t become complacent. You could handle the stubborn bundle of geo, no problem, but you knew it never hurt to be prepared.
From your bag, you pulled out a wrapped bundle of fried fish and a single, elegant vial of a bright yellow liquid. You sloshed the liquid around, recalling the last time you’d been overconfident and forgone making the geo dampening potion. You had returned home that day with several more bruises the usual, and so you had firmly reminded yourself at you would prepare some, even if it had meant several days worth of butterfly chasing.
“You got lucky last time. Saw you learned a new move, but I’m smart. I learned.” You lifted the stopper out of the vial and knocked back the contents. The effects were immediate. You didn’t look it, but you felt thicker, sturdier, more centered. You hoped that was the effect of the potion, anyway. Nothing would sour your mood more than to realize the person you’d hired to make the potion had fouled it up.
Shrugging, you placed the empty vial into your pack, gulped down several bites of fried fish, then left your pack tucked up against the wall and behind a mess of tangled roots. Your hands moved next to the handle of your weapon, which peeked out from over your shoulder. With a heave, you brought out the claymore you so adored. It was nicked in places and scuffed in others, yet you found you were too attached. It had gotten you through too many battles, and it felt wrong to abandon it.
“Alright, we’ve got this. Just a few more months of this, and we can——!” Your self-given peptalk was cut short when you glanced around the wall and found that the hypostasis wasn’t alone. Choking on your own words, you quickly ducked back into the hiding. “Dammit! Someone’s already here.”
You set your claymore aside and pressed your hands to the wall, using it to lean around and peek.
“Huh. . .” Strange. Nearly every time you found the raw elemental, it had its defenses up. Even as it seemingly napped in place, it surrounded itself in solid, almost unbreakable basalt. Now, in front of this tall stranger, it was nothing more than its small, brightly glowing core. It bobbed and spun, giving off the sunshine-bright disposition of a puppy.
It was almost cute.
Interesting as the hypostasis was in this form, you found yourself drawn to the stranger interacting with it. Slender but strong, standing tall and straight, with a single hand that wove through the air around the exposed core. From where you stood, you couldn’t quite tell who he was, but something about him felt familiar.
‘ I’ve seen him before. ’ The earthen tones of his clothes and hair, the elegance and the poise. You were certain you had seen someone similar making their way through the streets of the harbor before. And, in his wake, came dreamy sighs and low purrs of admiration from all manner of people. The name eluded you, mostly because you didn’t care. He was a stranger, and you had no reason to acknowledge him until now.
“Why does it look like he’s playing with it?” You huffed through your nose, feeling thoroughly irritated that your chance to mine precious gems from the hypostasis had been squandered.
Without meaning to, you let out a groan of frustration.
The elemental core gave a sudden jolt, it’s small form jerking away from the man. In an instant, it wrapped itself in its armor, dark basalt etched with shimmering lines of gold appearing in large, even chunks. You gasped and ducked back for a second time, your heart rapidly beating against your chest. It didn’t know you were there. It couldn’t! You weren’t that loud, were you?
“Moron!” You scolded yourself and made to snatch your pack up when a voice, smooth and deep, reached you.
“I know you’re there.”
You stopped and stood still, as if that would render you completely untraceable. Breath held, but heart still hammering, you waited.
“It would benefit you greatly to come out of hiding.” The voice continued, calm and even.
Something about the voice made you reluctant to run. Shuddering and setting aside your things, you willingly stepped out from behind the crumbling ruins. Hands up and empty, you first revealed that you were unarmed. Harmless. Totally harmless.
“Ah, there you are.” There was a hint of satisfaction in the man’s tone, but you hardly paid attention. Your focus was intent on the sensation soaking through the soles of your boots. The vibration from earlier wasn’t as calm as it had been, the heartbeat-like thrum from earlier replaced with an anxious tattoo that traveled through your legs and up into your chest. You found yourself catching your breath, a horrible feeling welling inside your ribcage.
“Am I causing that?” Your own voice was soft and feeble and sincere. The man approached at a slow but steady clip, until he stood a mere foot away. His arms were folded behind him, making him appear even more refined up close.
“I wasn’t expecting you to realize your mistake so quickly. Good. I wasn’t looking forward to explaining it.” He arched a single brow. “Might I ask your name?”
“Uh. . .” You shook yourself from your mounting guilt and lowered your hands. He was polite, but you could tell from the sharp look in his amber eyes that he didn’t approve of your presence, and rightfully so. Still, you didn’t want to deny him your name when he had yet to force you off the island. You muttered your name, and he let out a thoughtful hum before repeating it.
Never had you heard your own name on a voice that alluring. It balanced on a fine line between heavenly and sinful, and you wished deeply that he would never, ever say it again. It sounded too good, and your heart already had its share of problems to deal with at the moment, shame being one of them.
“Seen you around the harbor before, but I can’t remember your name.” You gently prompted him to give his own name in return, hoping it wouldn’t be seen as rude. The corner of his lips turned up a fraction, but that hint of a smile didn’t last long.
“I am Zhongli. Under different circumstances, I would say it was a pleasure to meet you.” Still scolding, still disapproving. You shrank under his gaze, but still found it in you to speak in turn.
“I’ve never seen it out of its armor for that long before.” You observed.
“I wonder why that is. . .” Zhongli turned to face the elemental, his broad shoulders rising and lowering with a heavy sigh. Guilt punched you in the gut again.
“I didn’t think I was doing anything wrong!” You didn’t mean to raise your voice, but you had never once been convinced that your mining had been detrimental to the hypostasis.
“It cannot speak for itself, so you were lead to believe that your harvesting was harmless.” Zhongli mused as he ventured towards the elemental again. “That is understandable. But now that you are aware, now that you feel the effect your presence has on it, are you willing to change?”
You opened your mouth to answer, but were stopped but a sudden thought.
For the sake of a voiceless, sentient being, were you willing to change? Yes.
Were you able? No.
You hurried to follow Zhongli and weren’t the least bit surprised when the hypostasis kept its distance, basalt armor quaking with fear. You stopped your advance, keeping well behind Zhongli.
“I can’t.”
“Oh?” He didn’t turn his attention to you, but kept it intent on the elemental. He lifted a gloved hand, the palm resting carefully along the surface of one cube of armor. “That is a shame. I was hoping you’d be agreeable.”
“No, it’s — it’s not that I don’t want to. I want to! I didn’t know it was. . .”
“Capable of feelings?”
You nodded despite knowing he couldn’t see you.
“All things feel, all things remember. The lack of a voice does not make one unworthy of thoughts or memories, good or bad.” Zhongli smoothed his hand over the armor of the hypostasis. “It remembers. You are quite brutal.”
“I’m sorry.” You directed this to the hypostasis rather than him. “I didn’t know.”
“And yet you blatantly refuse to change your behavior?” Zhongli’s sharp gaze landed on you again.
“I have an obligation! I’m bound to my word.” Your hackles rose for a moment, but were lowered again soon after. “I have a contract.”
At this, Zhongli came to face you. “A contract?”
“I don’t know why I should tell you.” Your stubbornness reared its ugly head in that moment. Arms crossed, you waited for him to coldly dismiss you. Instead, he folded his arms behind his back and cooly stared you down.
“Contracts are, for better or worse, binding. I understand that, when broken, there can be dire consequences. Is this an official contract?” He wondered. You wanted to hold firm to your refusal to speak of it, but the man’s calm nature made it difficult.
Shifting uneasily, you gave another nod.
“Yes.”
“Are you barred from discussing the terms of the contract with people unrelated to the contract itself?” Each question was asked quickly and sharply, as if practiced. You frowned, moreso out of thought than offense.
“I don’t think so. No one’s ever told me I’m not allowed.”
“Then, please, indulge me. What about this contract requires you to mine as often as you do?”
“You want the long version or the short version?” You reached up to rub at the space between your eyebrows, mounting stress threatening to bring forward a headache.
“Whichever you’re more comfortable with.”
“If you say so. My family’s in a tight spot, yeah? We owe some people a lot of money, but most of the people involved are too old, too frail or too inexperienced to go out and earn the mora we need. The people that are hounding us thought, hey, let’s get the daughter to go out and find these precious materials. No one can pass up on free labor, right? I work for them, I slowly whittle away at the debt my family’s worked up for the last few years.” You shrugged casually to hide the fact that the contract was draining you of your free time and, apparently, your morals.
Zhongli frowned, a wrinkle knitting his brows together.
“What are the exact terms on your contract?” He asked, ignoring a nudge against his shoulder from the hypostasis.
“There are quite a few, but the one causing me the most trouble right now is the fact that I need to come here every day and pick out the prithiva from your friend there.” You didn’t miss the shudder in the rocks or the way the hypostasis fled yet again, putting space between you and itself. Zhongli motioned for the hypostasis to calm, but the trembling remained.
“I need the terms as they were worded the day the contract was made.” Zhongli requested firmly this time.
“Three prithiva gems, whole and unblemished, every day for a year. Even if it means getting the slivers and asking someone to do their alchemy-thing on it, I gotta get those gems.”
Zhongli’s stern gaze softened as he motioned for the hypostasis to come nearer.
“That’s all?”
“When it comes to this fella, yeah. I just need the gems.” This time, you were the one to step away from the coming hypostasis. It was clear you had scarred the creature, and you weren’t about to disrespect it in front of this man, who so clearly cherished the living geo.
“You aren’t required to fight and take it?” He continued.
“They never said I did, but it was the only way I could think to fulfill the terms.” You slumped in place and let out a little whine. “Don’t tell me I could have just asked for it.”
“Did you consider the possibility?” Zhongli quipped.
“No! I didn’t think it could understand people!” You stressed with a growl. Zhongli chuckled, the sound taking you aback.
“It doesn’t understand language, but it understands intent. Come here.” The command was subtle, but you felt compelled to obey. Cautiously, you took to Zhongli’s side. His taller frame shadowed yours, and you swore you caught the scent of sun-warmed stones and hints of glaze lilies as an errant ocean breeze whorled past. “Put your hand out, like me.”
You hesitated, and he took note of this.
“Be calm. If you’re afraid, it will know.” He coaxed you, sounding far gentler than he had since calling you out of your hiding spot.
“I’m not afraid,” you corrected, “I feel bad.”
“As deserving as the feeling is, you can make it right if it is your intent to.” Zhongli pointed out. You sucked in a breath, nodded once, then held your hand out. The hypostasis shuddered again and bobbed backwards. Zhongli frowned like a disapproving father and clicked his tongue. “I understand that she’s been cruel, but I believe her when she says she was unaware of how sentient you are. If we are to make amends, the effort needs to be mutual on both parts. As long as I am here, neither of you will come to harm.”
The hypostasis twitched and the armor around it lowered for a moment, but it was fleeting. In a small fit of hope, you drew closer and placed your hand against the glimmering armor. The protective chunks of rock snapped back into place around its dim core, spun rapidly in the air, then sunk down into the ground where all that remained were spider-web cracks that glowed as warm and bright as the sun.
You stood there, hand out and mouth agape.
“It ran away!”
Zhongli lowered his head for a moment. “This was not the result I imagined, but it is progress.”
You lowered your hand and rolled your eyes.
“How is that progress?” You snapped. Zhongli didn’t so much as flinch at your aggression, but sported a knowing smile that irritated your further.
“Gimel let you near without attacking out of instinct. I would say that counts as progress, small step as it is.” He spoke assuredly, and you supposed he had a point.
“Gimel?”
“It has a name. It may work in your favor to remember it.” Zhongli added.
“Yeah, well — what am I supposed to do now? I can’t go back empty-handed.” You grumbled and turned away, stalking back to the spot where you had stashed your bag. The effects of the potion you had drank earlier had begun to ware off, leaving you feeling oddly light and slightly off-balance. That, coupled with your plummeting mood, made you want to leave behind the island and hope that your contract wasn’t seen as broken.
Behind you, you heard the steady click of boots as Zhongli followed behind you.
“I have an offer.” He stopped when you did, and he didn’t miss the flicker of confusion and wariness in your eyes when you spun around.
“What kind of offer?” You were like a cornered animal, and you wondered if he had sensed your growing worry since Gimel had disappeared. You weren’t desperate yet, but that may have been because you had yet to fail in completing your end of the contract. The consequences were unknown, but you were sure you would regret returning to Liyue Harbor without the gems you were asked to retrieve. Still, you were concerned, and you knew it was hard to hide when you fidgeted the way you did.
“A contract.”
“No.”
“One that won’t break the conditions of the contract you’re currently bound to.” He continued in spite of your quick refusal. You crossed your arms and wrinkled your nose, but it only caused him to smile again. “Don’t be stubborn, girl.”
You scowled and felt a rare flare of anger rise, but he interrupted you with a shake of his head and a raise of his closed hand. Long, slender fingers unfurled, revealing a small handful of pristine prithiva topaz gemstones. It wasn’t out of greed that you lunged forward, but a deep desire to protect yourself and your family. You didn’t grab the gems, of course. It wouldn’t do to anger this man after he had shown you patience, but you wouldn’t deny that it was a tempting sight to see him holding the gems out for you to take.
You whetted your lips with a quick swipe of your tongue and spoke past the sandpaper feeling in your throat.
“What are your terms?” You croaked.
“You return to this place every day, unarmed and alone, to spend time with Gimel. In return, you will be rewarded with the gems required of you. As it’s clear they didn’t specify how you acquire them, it will not interfere with the terms of your current contract.” He raised both brows this time and held the gems out further. Your fingers twitched as you reached, but you didn’t take them.
“That’s all you want out of me?”
“We are merely acquaintances, but I hardly find it worthwhile to trick you into a dishonest contract. My terms are as simple as they sound. You cease hostilities against Gimel and attempt to right your wrongs, and you will have your gems. I only ask for a few hours spent here, nothing more. I can’t expect you to wrap your entire life around this one task.” He reached out to take one of your hands, turning the palm up. His touch was gentle and didn’t contest with your own freewill, but you let him do as he pleased.
His thumb uncurled your your fingers, followed the deep lines in your palm and smoothed over your wrist. Your cheeks burned, but you blamed the glaring sun overhead. He was only being kind, you told yourself.
“If I accept these, does that mean I accept the contract?”
“I’m afraid so.” He stepped closer, head and voice low. His dark hair framed his stoic expression, yet his hand on yours remained kind. “Your answer?”
You swallowed hard, weighed your options, then peered up into those vivid, autumn-tinted eyes. “Will you be here too?”
You weren’t sure what prompted such a question, but it seemed to catch him as off-guard as well. He blinked and pulled back for a moment. “Is this an amendment?”
“No,” you shook your head and dared to laugh, “just a request. I don’t think Gimel will trust me on my own, not at first.”
“Its trust will be be earned by your own merits, not because I am here.” Zhongli informed you stiffly.
“I didn’t mean it like that. I just think — maybe it would help if I observed you for a little while, maybe a few days. I can see how better to approach, then you can leave us be.” You tilted your head. “Is that unreasonable?”
“I. . . suppose it’s not. You are willing to learn, at least, and I cannot fault you for that. Very well. Starting tomorrow, I will accompany you for three days. After that, you are expected to use what you’ve learned on your own.” He closed his fingers around the gemstones and twisted his wrist, readying himself to drop them into your waiting hand. “Has your answer changed?”
You shook your head. “No, I planned to accept before.”
“Then we’re in agreement? You are aware of what will happen if you break the contract?” He warned. You nodded.
“I’m aware, trust me.” You wiggled your fingers impatiently. Zhongli placed the gems into your hand one at time, being sure not to chip or scratch them.
“Then it is done. I won’t be truly satisfied until you’ve signed a physical contract and we’ve made it official, but I will hold onto your word for the time being.” He helped your hand close around the gems, both of his own hands wrapped tightly around your clenched digits. “Find me at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor later tonight, and we can document our arrangement.”
“Sure thing, boss.” You pulled your hand away, the sensation of the gems in your grasp bringing you far more ease than you were happy with. To be so dependent on them made you nauseous, but Zhongli’s willingness to help made it a little less so. Although, you couldn’t help but to wonder why he was so quick to help. “Why are you doing this for me?”
“Is it not human nature to want to help?”
“I guess, but. . . there aren’t many that are as open and willing as you are. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful. It’s just unexpected. I didn’t think today would end the way it would.” You squirreled away the gems in your satchel, slung it over your shoulders, then affixed your claymore onto your back.
“Are you disappointed?” Zhongli calmly watched you pack up, head tilted slightly.
“Not at all.” You spared him a smile, a weight gradually lifting off your heart and shoulders. “I was annoyed at first, but I’m glad we got to meet, Mr. Zhongli.”
Another peel of soft laughter left the man, but it was hidden behind the side of his hand. “Then I will readily admit that I wasn’t expecting you to say that. I’m relieved you were so willing to cooperate, and. . . I am glad we had the chance to meet as well.”
You bounced once on the tips of your feet and gave him a mock salute. “Guess that means I’ll be seein’ you later! I’m going to pass these gems on, then I’ll pop by your place to sign my life away!”
You didn’t address the crinkle in his face at your jest, but you did snicker as you fled the island. Only when you were well out of sight did Gimel return, its core open to the air and nudging against Zhongli’s elbow.
The archon reached back to give the hypostasis a gentle stroke, but his eyes remained in the direction you had wandered off in.
“I have a feeling that our time with her will be very interesting.”
#zhongli x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact#s: rock solid bonds#yes i made the hypostasis a character#i was fighting it and i couldn't help but to wonder if zhongli goes and visits it to see if it's recovering well enough#end me#dipping my toes in a new fandom WHEEZES
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Request by @mmmmm-11: Can I request a Cap fic in which he's pretty cold to the reader because he really doesn't know how to process his feelings and there is some jealously their in feeling both sides and then the smut 😅🤩
Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, oral sex, fingering, jealous! Steve, Steve is low-key a dick
A/n: so this took way longer than I meant it to and it's also a lot longer than anticipated. Thank you so much for requesting this!! I had so much fun writing this piece
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Steve was silent as you sat in the back of the quinjet, your forehead bloody and uniform pulled down to your torso as Bruce tended to the bullet hole gaping in your shoulder. His shoulders were tense, his features drawn into a scowl as he glared at you, stewing in his own anger.
You knew you fucked up, if the blood seeping out of your shoulder and the burning building you barely escaped was any confirmation. Steve huffed, his hands slamming down on the table placed in the middle of the jet.
You had grown used to this—the sudden flip of his mood with you. Ever since you first joined, he was cold and angry with you. It didn't matter if all you did was try to make him happy, there was always something you did that made him annoyed with you. You had learned long ago how to hold yourself up against the angry super-soldier.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Steve suddenly shouted at you, his loud tone sending a dull throb through your temples. "I gave you an order, you could've blown the mission!"
"I was going after Strucker," you groaned, wincing as Bruce pressed a rag against your wound. "I didn't see the detonator. I'm sorry."
"'Sorry' isn't gonna cut it, Y/n. You compromised the mission. You're lucky I cut him off or else you'd in a lot more trouble."
"I get it, Cap, I do, but can we talk about this later. . . when I'm not bleeding out?" Your vision was blurring and your body was feeling alarmingly numb.
"No, we're gonna talk about this now."
"Steve," Bruce cut in, "I think Y/n is right. Maybe we can talk about this when she feels better?"
Steve's jaw clenched. He was quiet for a moment, and you were worried he was going to explode on you again. He looked over his shoulder, where the rest of the team was watching, and sighed. "Fine."
You let out a breath as he walked to the front of the jet. You leaned back, resting your head on the wall as you closed your eyes.
-
You left Bruce's lab an hour after you landed, your bullet wound all but healed and given painkillers for your concussion. You were still a little dizzy as you wobbled back to your room when you ran into Steve. He was wearing a slim workout shirt that looked two sizes too small and dark sweatpants, probably heading to the gym. You straightened your shoulders, bracing yourself. He looked you over, scowling before he pushed past you.
You stood there for a moment, shocked he hadn't started screaming at you the second he saw you. You blinked, jogging after him. "Steve, wait!"
He stopped, looking down at you as you stood in front of him. You let out a breath, your world spinning.
"I'm sorry," you said. "I should've listened to you. I should've waited for backup and I didn't and it almost cost us Strucker. I'm sorry."
Steve didn't say anything. He looked at you, irritation gnawing at his features. He mumbled out a small, "It's fine," before turning away.
You bit the inside of your cheek to distract you from the pang in your chest. You should be used to it by now—his aloofness. That didn't mean it still didn't sting, though.
You had no idea what you did to make Captain America hate you. Hell, you didn't think he had the capability to hate anyone. When you first joined the team, scared and defensive, you were just there to follow orders—because Fury had not-so-subtly given you an ultimatum that threatened your life. You were good at what you did, you were good at following orders. You stood in the background and did what people told you to do. Being a HYDRA pawn will do that to you.
But then people opened up to you. Bucky was the first one—being the former Winter Soldier, he knew what it was like to have your life taken away by HYDRA. And for some reason, he trusted you, even if you hadn't spoken a word to him. Natasha and Clint were next, then Tony, and soon the whole team treated you like you were apart of their family. But Steve didn't. You'd been with the team for months, and you were no closer to him than you were to that automatic corkscrew in the kitchen that you could never get to work.
You showered, changed, and sat on your bed for exactly twenty seconds before you realized you were done. If Steve wasn't going to tell you what his problem was, maybe someone else could.
You walked into the lounge area, finding Bucky and Sam squabbling over the remote.
"C'mon, man," Sam argued. "I got a recorded episode of the Voice that is callin' my name!"
"Watch it in your room, Wilson. The Great British Baking Show is on and I'm already watching it."
You smirked to yourself, moving to stand in front of them until one of them finally noticed you. It was your best tactic with the two of them, waiting patiently until they were done with. . . whatever they were doing. You rested your hands at your sides, eyebrow quirking when Sam called Bucky's hair 'greasy', which highly offended Bucky.
Bucky had just pulled the remote out of Sam's hands when he finally saw you. "Oh, hey, doll. How long ya' been standing there?"
You shrugged. "Not important. . . can I talk to you?"
Bucky kicked Sam out of the lounge area, who dragged himself out of the room mumbling to himself about his show. You sat down beside Bucky, crossing your legs and folding your hands in your lap.
"So," Bucky ran a hand through his hair, " what did you want to talk about?"
You chewed on the inside of your cheek for a moment, looking down at your hands as you asked the question that had been haunting you since you arrived at the Compound. "Why does Steve hate me?"
Bucky blinked, then started chuckling. You frowned.
"What?"
"You think—" he paused, sucking in a breath. "Well, I don't blame you. He hasn't exactly been kind to you, has he?"
You scoffed. "No, he hasn't. Did I do something? Is. . . is it because of what I used to do—you know—before this?"
"No, doll, it's not that. Trust me."
You weren't convinced. "Are you sure? Because—"
"Trust me, Y/n, I'm sure." Bucky smiled at you. A teasing smile, like he knew something you didn't.
"Well, can you tell me what's going on, then?" you sighed. "Because I'm getting a little tired of the cold shoulder."
Bucky pursed his lips, his eyes squinting slightly like he was thinking. You stared at him, waiting for his answer.
"You know the party Tony's throwing tomorrow?" Bucky said suddenly.
You frowned, not seeing what that had to do with the conversation. "Yeah. . . ?"
"All you have to do is show up. And wear something cute."
You raised an eyebrow, a smile breaking your lips amidst your confusion. "Don't I always, Soldat?"
--
You had managed to avoid Steve's austere glare until the party. You knew he would be there for professional appearances, being Captain America and all.
You had shuffled the dress up your body—the silky black fabric tickling your thigh. You stood in front of your mirror, back facing the glass as you struggled to turn your head at the right angle and tie the criss-cross strings racing down your back. This dress had been Natasha's, but had grown too small for her, so she gave it to you. She and Wanda did that with many of their clothes, seeing as how when you showed up at the Compound you had half a duffel bag of clothes to your name—all of which you'd stolen from different shops.
You had opted to leave your hair down, letting your locks fall past your shoulders in loose curls. You did your makeup in record time, finishing the look off with a red velvet lipstick.
Dragging your hair over one shoulder, you clipped the pearl choker necklace Tony had given you for Christmas around your neck, letting it rest on your collar. You weren't expecting anything from anyone for Christmas—you'd never even celebrated Christmas before coming onto the team. Tony's gifts were personal, whether they be deep and meaningful or jokingly hilarious. As he handed you a long, thin box, he had apologized—you were so quiet and reclusive he wasn't sure what you wanted, so he bought you this necklace. That was the first time you hugged Tony.
Slipping on a pair of sleek black heels, you looked yourself over in the mirror once more before leaving your room. You could hear the commotion of the party from your area of the living quarters, music echoing off the walls and people dressed in button-down shirts and fancy dresses.
As you stepped down the stairs, your eyes fell on Bucky, who was playing pool with Steve and Sam. Steve was smiling, laughing at something Sam had said as he sunk the ball into the corner pocket. You smiled to yourself, ignoring the pang of jealousy you felt in your chest. Why couldn't he smile like that at you?
Bucky had noticed you descending the stairs, perking up. He said something to Steve, walking off towards you. Steve frowned, his gaze following Bucky's path when his eyes landed on you. His shoulders stiffened and he shifted on his feet as looked back at Sam. You met Bucky in the middle of the room, giving him a small smile.
"Damn, doll," Bucky smirked. "You look good." You chuckled, cheeks heating up.
"Well," you looked down at your dress, "you said to wear something cute. What exactly do you have planned?"
"You'll see." He laughed at the scowl you gave him. He grabbed two cocktails from a wandering server, handing one to you. "Here—have a drink and come join us."
"Oh, no, I shouldn't. Steve looks like he's enjoying himself and. . . I'd hate to ruin his good mood." Your gaze turned sad without you even realized. Bucky wanted to smack Steve upside the head all over again—he was hurting you, alienating you and all you were trying to do was be a part of the team.
"You won't, trust me. Please? Sam keeps bragging about being the best pool player of his squadron and I'm having a hard time not punching him in his big mouth. It'd be nice to have someone around who isn't on their high-horse."
You giggled, struggling to take a sip of your drink. "Fine, but he starts chastising me, I'm out."
You followed Bucky back to the pool table, Steve glaring daggers at you and Bucky as the soldier picked up his cue stick.
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You weren't sure how long you watched the boys play pool, but four drinks later you were tipsy and almost oblivious to Steve's lingering stare. Bucky knocked the eight ball into a corner pocket, yelling out a shout of victory as he won the game. Sam rolled his eyes.
Someone stood beside you and cleared their throat, prompting you to turn your head. Thor stood next to you, his hair pulled away from his face and donning a long red coat and dark wash jeans.
"Lady Y/n." He smiled at you, holding his hand out as you blushed. You always blushed when he called you that. "Would you care for a dance?"
"Uh—" You looked over at Bucky, who was smirking. He tilted his head, motioning for you to go. Your eyes wandered up at Steve, who looked like he was about ready to throttle Thor. He really did hate the idea of his team socializing with you. Smiling to yourself, you looked back at Thor. "Actually, I'd love to."
You walked off with Thor, stopping just before you left their line of sight. It was petty, what you were doing—using Thor to deliberately piss off your Captain. But he didn't leave you much of a choice. Thor rested his hand on your waist, his large fingers brushing against your bare back. You shivered, putting your hand on his shoulder. He held your other hand as you two swayed to the music.
"You look lovely tonight, Y/n," Thor said, looking down at you through his eyelashes. You thought your cheeks were warm from the alcohol, but after that comment, your face was burning. You were sure your cheeks were a bright red.
"Th-thank you," you stuttered. You cleared your throat. "You. . . uh—you look nice, too. I like your jacket."
Thor chuckled. "You do not have to be so nervous, Y/n. It is only a dance."
"Yeah, well, I've never really danced before. . . like actually danced. I've danced for missions before, but things never really ended well for my partner."
"Well, I do hope things end better for me."
You giggled. "Well, I haven't been hired to kill you, so I think you're good." You nervously laughed at your joke, hoping it wasn't as awkward as you thought it was.
You danced with Thor until he invited to get a drink with him. You sat at the bar, nursing a cocktail Natasha made for you while Thor was telling you about the time he battled a pack of trolls in the mountains of Svartalfheim.
When the party was over, you were still talking to Thor. You thanked him for dancing with you, making sure to tell Bucky goodnight. You walked up the staircase, heading toward your room when you stopped. Steve stood in front of your door, arms crossed and frowning.
"Steve?" He turned his head, meeting your confused gaze. "Can I. . . can I help you with something?"
"We need to talk," he said curtly.
"O-Okay." You were overtly aware of the click of your heels as you opened your door for him, letting him enter your room. You carefully let the door slide closed behind you, staring at Steve. "Do you want anything to drink? I can get you a glass of water? Or I think I still have some beer Bucky left in the fridge?"
That had been the wrong thing to say. You watched his eyes darken, lips curling into a snarl as he shoved you up against your wall. His grip on your biceps was borderline painful, his nose inches from yours and you could feel his hot breath fanning your face.
"Don't talk about Bucky. Not now."
You swallowed thickly, Steve watching the line of your throat. "Okay, I won't. I'm sorry."
You fell silent, stuck staring at Steve's features. The barely-there green in his eyes, the crease of his eyebrows, the lines of his frown, his lips. You didn't realize he was doing the same to you until his breathing calmed. You licked your lips nervously, Steve staring at the dart of your tongue. And then his lips were on yours.
You stood frozen—shocked—for only a moment before closing your eyes and moving your lips against his. He let go of your arms, letting you wrap them around his neck and pulling him closer, moaning into his mouth. His tongue darted into your mouth, kissing you like you've never been kissed until you were breathless and had to pull away.
Your lips were red and swollen, eyes closed as you rested your hands on Steve's chest, playing with a button on his shirt.
"Steve—"
"I'm sorry," he said quickly, voice husky. "I'm sorry I've been so mean to you. I just—I didn't know how to deal with my feelings about you."
"Shut up," you breathed. "And kiss me."
His lips crashed onto yours again, his hands on your hips as he pulled you closer into his body. The kiss was needy and possessive, the intensity of it almost frightening, the raw need and hunger behind his actions overwhelming you.
His mouth moved down your jaw, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down your neck. You fumbled behind you, undoing your dress and letting it pool at your feet. He picked you up effortlessly and you wrapped your legs around his narrow waist, hands cupping his face. He tossed you down on your bed, ripping open his blue button-down and throwing it on the floor. He pulled the white undershirt over his head, dropping it with his shirt while you kicked off your heels.
He crawled up the bed, hovering over you as he leaned down to kiss you. Just a quick peck before he moved to kiss your collar bone, his hands roaming up your thighs. One hand reached under you and you arched your back, letting him unclip your bra and slide the straps off your shoulders. He kissed along the skin he exposed, pulling the fabric down past your breasts.
He mouthed at the soft swell of your chest, sucking a red mark into your skin. He pinched your nipple lightly, rolling it between his forefinger and thumb and you jumped, arching your back. You inhaled a sharp, shaky breath when Steve popped a nipple into his mouth, his tongue lapping over the bud and swirling it around.
He continued to work down your body, kissing lower and lower and sucking marks into your skin at random intervals. He sucked a bruise in the divot between your ribs, one above your belly button, and one just above your underwear. As he peeled your lace panties off your legs and dropped them on the floor, he kissed back up your leg, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your thigh.
You were panting, squirming as his lips met just shy of where you needed them most. You almost screamed when his tongue finally connected with your little bud. He used the tip of his tongue first, just circling your clit as you whined, his thick finger slipping into your center. He pumped his finger in and out of you leisurely, suckling at your bundle of nerves before he quickly added a second finger.
You continued this until you were right on the precipice of orgasm, and when his fingers curled and brushed against that spot inside of you, your moan broke in your throat. The taut rubber band in your stomach snapped, muscles spasming as your head fell back against your pillows, Steve licking up your mess.
Steve moved up your body and kissed you, your release coating his face and you could taste yourself on his tongue. His hands went to your hips and he suddenly flipped you so you were straddling his thighs. You deepened the kiss, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks as Steve adjusted his length to meet your center, letting you slide onto him at your own pace.
He was large. Thick and long and your tight heat clutched around him in a marvelous way and he wasn't even halfway in. Steve had broken the kiss, leaning back and his eyes fluttering shut as he marveled in the feel of you clutching him like a vice.
"Shit, sweetheart," he panted. "You feel so good."
You bottomed out, letting yourself adjust to his size before you rocked forward. You both moaned. Your clit rubbed against his pelvis as you rolled your hips harder, your hands falling to his chest for stability. His hands rested on your waist, letting you move as you desired.
"St—Steve," you whimpered, picking up your pace. The tip of his length hit a certain spot inside you and you gasped, your nails digging into his skin, his body moving in tandem with yours.
You were unbelievably close. Steve hugged you close to his chest, his lips meeting your breast as he mouthed at your nipple, groaning as he ran his hands up and down your sides. He worked his way up your neck, sucking your sensitive skin as he thrust his hips up into you and that was all it took before you were coming. You cried out his name, gasping and whimpering as your head fell into the crook of his neck.
"Fuck!" Steve groaned, thrusting several more times as your walls hugged him and he stiffened inside you, throwing his head back as he growled, his cock pulsating as he came.
Panting, he carefully laid you next to him, admiring your blissed-out gaze as he pulled your blankets over the two of you, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You smiled at him, your lipstick smeared as you opened your eyes.
"So I guess this is what Bucky was talking about?" you asked, mostly to yourself.
"What do you mean?"
"I talk to Bucky yesterday after I ran into you, I thought he might know what was going on with you. He just kinda laughed at me and told me you didn't hate me. . . . Did he know? About how you felt?"
Steve nodded. "Yeah, he did."
You chewed on your lip in thought. "He said he had a plan. That during the party—oh m.y God."
"What?"
"Thor. Thor was the plan." You looked up at Steve. "Bucky knew you would get jealous so he asked Thor to dance with me."
Steve laughed. "In my defense, Thor was getting way too handsy."
You giggled. "Remind me to make Bucky some cookies tomorrow."
Steve rolled over you, caging you in his arms as he grinned down at you. Your eyebrow arched playfully. He bent down and kissed you, your hands coming up to run along his pecs. He pulled away, his smile sparkling even in the darkness of your room. You swooned, knowing that his smile was something you would never tire of seeing.
"Sleep," Steve told you. "I'll be here when you wake up."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
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14. “Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop.”
35. “Bite me.”
“If you insist.”
notes; hatefucking, vampire!minghao, witch!reader, dirty talk, degradation/namecalling, kind of sort of loosely based on Charmed but only for the book of shadows😗😗, much like my last drabble this is also long so the rest is under the cut 😭💕 iM SORRY I DONT KNOW HOW TO SHUT UP kjghkjgh, anyway thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕
Minghao grins down at you, fangs on full display as he keeps you pinned to the bedsheets.
“See? You’re just cuter underneath me. I don’t understand why you always find the need to be so difficult.” He keeps your arms pinned to your sides, leaning down until his lips are ghosting across the skin of your neck.
You can’t deny the shiver that runs down your spine at the simple gesture; gulping when you feel his fangs dragging across your skin. “F-fuck you, Minghao. Get bent!” You retort under your breath, already mentally going through spells in your head to get yourself out of the situation.
“Aww, you say that but you weren’t complaining last time when my cock was fucking your throat open.” He provokes, chuckling against your skin before he pulls away. “Just admit it, you don’t hate me as much as you think. You like it when I fuck you, when I use your body to get off, or even when you use mine. We could be so good together, y’know?”
He smirks at you, eyes twinkling crimson when he lets go of your arms in favor of tearing your shirt in half. “H-hey! How am I supposed to get home without a shirt, you prick!?” Minghao ignores your question, instead working on getting your skirt down before he all but rips your panties into shreds of fabric as well.
“You’re a witch, aren’t you? Figure it out, cast a spell or something. Can’t you teleport? Craft yourself some new clothes?” He goads, eyes rolling when you sit up on your elbows.
“You’re a real piece of work, huh, Minghao? Ever the charming vampire of everyone’s dreams.” You mock, eyes fixated on the slip of skin you see when Minghao’s silk shirt shifts.
“You seem to like me, slut.” He grumbles, positioning his cock at your already soaking entrance. “You seem to really fuckin’ like me.”
When Minghao sinks his cock into your wet pussy, he meets no resistance as he bottoms out in a single thrust. He smirks when he watches you bite your lip, trying to keep in your moans when he starts a punishing pace.
“Fuck, your cunt is so fuckin’ tight. How would that coven of yours react when they hear you’re fuckin’ around with a vampire, huh? But I bet you wouldn’t care, ‘cause my dick is too important to you.” He teases, nails digging into your thighs.
The head of his cock slams into your cervix, a garbled moan spilling from your lips as you wince. “O-oh fuh--fuck, is--is that all you’ve got? You’re suh--so fucking weak!” You retort; your own hands digging into the sheets underneath you as he jostles your body.
“You’re cute. You think you have the upper hand ‘cause you think you can insult me but look at you. You’re just a pathetic witch that only knows how to take vampire cock. Y’know, once your coven denounces you, you can come live with me in my nice abandoned castle.” He jokes, angling his hips better when he slows his pace.
“All you need to do is bring that fuckin’ book. We could be so powerful together if you’d just fuckin’ follow my lead.”
You open your bleary eyes, glaring at Minghao who seems to take it all as a joke. “Over my dead body. You’re never getting your dirty hands on the Book of Shadows as long as we both live.” The teasing smirk on his face falters, hips snapping into you harshly.
“Don’t tempt me, sweetheart. Only one bite into that artery of yours and I’ll milk you dry. Witch or not.”
You can only laugh in response, licking your lips as you get lost in the pleasures of Minghao’s rough fucking. “Yeah? You think I don’t have anything up my sleeve? I could’ve had you dead by now, but I do still want to cum.” Minghao growls, only thrusting into you faster.
“God, your cunt was made for me. Bet nobody fucks you as good as I can. Shit, I bet no fuckin’ warlock or human can get you this wet. Your stupid pussy is only good for taking my cock.” He laughs, bringing a hand down until his thumb is on your clit rubbing harsh circles. “I bet they can smell me on you. They know you’re just a cumslut for me.”
“God, fuck---fuck you, I--I bet they can smell me on you, asshole. Can’t find another vampire to fuck so you have to fuck my cute ‘lil pussy instead, huh? But it’s okay, ‘cause I’m nice and tight ‘n so fuckin’ wet. Bet it’s better than that hand of yours, right? Bet you dream about me too.” You laugh; back bowing off the bed when he pinches your clit between his fingers.
Minghao leans down, fangs ghosting across the skin of your neck. “You talk so fuckin’ much. You need to learn how to shut up.” He mumbles across your skin, tongue tracing the veins.
“Bite me.” You grit out, already on the brink of cumming. Minghao lets out a breathy laugh, kissing your skin gently. “If you insist.” Holding your breath, you wait for the bite that seemingly never comes, confusion on your features as you stare at the ceiling.
“Well? Got cold feet?” You tease, moaning when he digs his thumb into your clit. “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”
Minghao’s mean demeanor falters for a second, taking you by surprise. “You say that but you like my pussy too much to end me just yet. Now hurry the fuck up before I change my mind.” You mumble, a soft blush coating your cheeks. “Such a fuckin’ pillow princess.” Minghao doubles his pace, fucking into you faster as his cock slams into you. Breathy moans spill from your lips, eyes fluttering shut when you feel his fangs slowly digging into your skin.
His fangs break through skin at the same time your orgasm hits you; nails digging into the bedsheets and toes curling behind Minghao’s back. He groans against your skin, hips still pistoning into you as you ride out your high.
You let a shaky exhale when the pain bleeds into pleasure; lightheadedness mildly settling in when Minghao’s tongue starts lapping at the wound. “Ngh, fuh--fuck…” You groan, a clipped moan spilling from your lips when he pulls back, licking his lips as he continues to fuck you.
Minghao chases his high, thrusting into you with newfound energy. He grins watching your face contort in pleasure; still riding out the remnants of your orgasm when he finally cums. You grit your teeth feeling his warm cum fill you up, walls clenching around his throbbing cock in a vice as he fucks it deeper into you.
The sound of your deep breaths mix with his; your thighs shaking when he starts to pull out of you. Minghao laughs airily, running a free hand through his sweaty hair as he watches the cum drip onto the sheets underneath you.
You only feel mildly tired, sitting up on your elbows as you groan.
“You’re lucky I’m not some weak human, you dolt. God, how much did you fucking drink?”
The vampire laughs, licking his lips as he meets your stare. He can still taste your sweet blood on his tongue, body thrumming with electricity.
“Just enough. Say, meet me here next week? You taste really fuckin’ good. Wouldn’t mind having another bite if you’d let me.”
“Don’t count on it.”
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Touch Me, Tease Me
Xiaojun, Hendery and Yangyang place a bet on who would be able to sleep with you first. One of them slips up and you catch on and punish them for all.
“So is anymore gonna tell me what the fuck is going on here?” You glare at the youngest member. Xiaojun and Hendery at least had the decency to look ashamed. Yangyang on the other hand stared you dead on, with the most nonchalant expression on his face, and shrugged. “We don’t know what you’re talking about.
The sharpness in your gaze does nothing to deter him, that brat. That’s okay, you’ll deal with him later. Walking closer to Hendery, you cock your head at him, “What about you? Do you have something to tell me?”
His eyes meet yours for a second before he looks down and shakes his head. You sigh, “You know, I really thought you were better than this, Hendery.”
His head shoots up and he laments, “Don’t say that.”
Brushing a finger across his cheek, you sigh, “I thought we had something special.”
He opens his mouth to protest but you shush him. “That’s enough out of you.”
Walking towards the last member, you see him fidget like a cornered prey, and before you even say anything, he bursts out, “It wasn’t my idea!”
“Shut up!” Yangyang hisses at him.
“What wasn’t your idea?” You cock an eyebrow at him, ignoring the other boy.
“Don’t say anything else.” Yangyang pipes up again, and Xiaojun casts a nervous look at him. You guide his gaze back towards you and brush his hair back gently. “I always knew you were the good one. Tell me everything, angel.”
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"Ah fuck, ah fuck, ah fuck!” Hendery pants beneath you as your hand works over his dick, bringing him ever closer to his orgasm. “Please, baby. I wanna fuck your pussy, please.”
“You don’t deserve it.” You mutter, pinching his thigh and making him flinch.
“I’m sorry. Can’t you just forgive me? Please, I can’t last much longer. I need to fuck you.” His eyes fixate on your pussy that was directly above him. but he doesn’t dare lift his head up to bury his face in it like he wishes to. You were all bare right above his face, your arousal dripping down your thighs but he could do nothing but plead for you to have mercy on him and allow him to have what you were literally dangling right above his face.
“No, I’m disappointed in you the most.” You sigh, you hand continuing to move up and down his length. “I thought you really liked me.”
“I do. The bet doesn’t change anything. I swear!”
“Hmm, is that so?” You focus on the head of his cock, pumping him shallowly. “Why don’t you prove it then? Don’t cum and I’ll let you fuck me.”
His body twists left and right, trying to get away from you but the shackles don’t allow him to do so. “I can’t, I’m so close. Please, stop!”
“Hold it.” You order, massaging his tense belly while your other hand blurs over his cock. He throws his head from side to side, screaming, “Please, stop! Please, stop! Ahh shit----shiiit.”
His hips thrust up in the air, ropes of cum shooting out of his dick as he cries out, “Goddammit! Ahhh, fuck---damn you.”
You laugh and loosely pump his cock, barely giving him any pleasure from the forced orgasm. “You disappointed me yet again, Hendery.”
“You’re so fucking mean.” He pants, his hands clenched into fists in their shackles.
“Am I?” You ponder out loud, “Lets see what the other boys think.”
You look to the head of the bed at the two boys sitting there ,smirking as a flustered Xiaojun looks away from you quickly, his ears turning red. Yangyang on the other hand is shameless, staring you down as he thrusts his dick in his closed fist.
“I think you should forget about him and come sit on my dick.” Yangyang rasps, his eyes raking over your naked figure straddling Hendery’s face. They slow down when they get to your breasts, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips at the sight of your nipples poking out in arousal.
"You little shit.” Hendery curses at the younger boy, craning his neck up to glare at him, but that only brings him closer to your pussy and he gets distracted by your glistening lips, a little whine forming at the back of his throat. “Please, sit on my face.”
“The more you beg the more I want to tease you.” You say cruelly, wiggling your ass above him. His head falls back to the bed with a groan.
Turning to Yangyang, you arch an eyebrow at him,"You think you can do a better job, cutie?"
"I know I can." He boasts confidently and you chuckle, beckoning him over, "Come closer, baby."
He scrambles to the foot of the bed where you are and you reach out to take a hold of his dick. He was clearly smaller than Hendery, but you thought it was cute how hard and red he was for you. "What a big boy, Yangie."
He blushes, knowing you were teasing him but his cock jumps at your words anyway. “Oh, you like that, baby? Such a dirty boy.” You twist your wrist, stroking him slowly, and he bites down on his lip, suddenly shy.
Not pleased, you slap his dick lightly, forcing a yelp out of him. “Don’t get shy on me now, baby. I want to hear how filthy you really are.”
“He’s a little pervert.” Hendery pipes up, his soft lips fluttering kisses over your inner thighs, tongue peeking out to lap up the tiny drops of arousal that drips down skin. He was being bad, but you were aching to feel his tongue on you so bad. It wasn’t where you needed him the most but you let him anyway. “He hides behind his cute innocent looks but he’s been telling us all about what he wants to do to you once he gets you in bed.”
"Is that true?" You arch an eyebrow at Yangyang, your grip growing tighter around his dick while your other hand flicks his nipple.
"Yes, you’re so fucking sexy. I can fuck you so good if you’d just let me.” He moans, leaning down close to your face as if he was gonna kiss you. You turn your head to the side and push him back. “We’ll see about that.”
“What about you, Junie?" You turn to the boy who has been quiet ever since this whole thing started, and he quickly rips his hand out of his pants and looks away, blushing fiercely at having been caught touching himself. He was the only one still dressed.
Worried that he might be uncomfortable with this whole thing, you gently tell him that if he wants to stop, you’ll stop, making the other two boys groan loudly.
"He doesn't want to stop." It is Hendery who speaks up, and Yangyang agrees. "Yeah, he drools over you, same as us. You should see how hard he gets when you so much as look in his direction.”
"Is that true, sweetheart?"
"I'm sorry, it's gross." His blush deepens, and he picks at the cloth of his pants.
"Ugh, stop playing innocent. Forget about his cheap act and suck me off already." Yangyang complains.
Once again, you slap his dick, harder this time and he flinches away. “That’s not how you ask for something.”
“I’m tired of your games. Are you gonna let us fuck you or not?”
“I swear to god, Yang--” Your blood boils as he rolls his eyes. With steam coming from your ear, you look down at Hendery. “You want to get back on my good side, don’t you?”
He nods quickly.
“Good.” You undo the shackles around his wrist and hand them to him. “Put these on Yangyang. The baby needs to be taught a lesson.”
“Hey!” Yangyang starts backing away, but it only takes one look at Xiaojun before he springs into action, tackling the younger boy to the bed and pushing his weight on top of him so he won’t get up.
You bend down to be eye level with Yangyang, cupping his cheek in your hand, “You better choose a safe word right now.”
“You don’t scare me.” He glares as Hendery pulls his hands behind his back and clicks the shackles around his wrists.
You let your hand trail down to his neck, and apply the slightest bit of pressure on it. “Your safe word, Yangyang.”
He frowns, and tries to get his hands loose as soon as Hendery lets them go, but all he does is hurt himself. You let him struggle, knowing he’ll give up soon. And he does, glaring at you as he mutters, “Düsseldorf.”
“Good.” You clip, and gesture the other two boys to back off. You turn Yangyang on his front and pull his ass up, smoothening a hand over it. “I’ll give you that attention you want so bad.”
Swinging your hand up, you let it fall, smacking against his flesh and ringing inside the room.
“Shit.” He hands curl up into fists as you keep spanking him. With every contact of your palm with his ass, he gets louder. At first, it’s just hushed gasps and muffled grunts, but as you widen the surface area, smacking his sensitive upper thighs too, his knees start to buckle and he starts whining.
“Does it hurt, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” You push his knees apart to see that his cock was still hard and dripping onto the sheets. “It looks like you’re enjoying it. Was the baby acting up so he’d get punished?”
“No.” He shakes his head, gasping when your hand slips between his legs to tug on his dangling cock.
“Don’t lie to me, baby.” You purr, landing another smack on his ass while your other hand milks his cock, flicking your wrist up and down his hot member. He doesn’t reply, his breathing getting heavy as whimpers and groans keep falling from his lips.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” You drawl, feeling him shake under your hand that was massaging his red skin. “Baby boy can’t help himself when he’s getting disciplined.”
He opens his mouth to say something but the only thing that comes out is a shout as you pull one of his asscheeks up and bend down to lick a stripe along his little hole. Warmth covers your hand as he cums, and you still your hand to let him fuck his cock into your clothed fist, his hips erratic as you continue to swirl your tongue around his asshole.
Finally, his legs give up and he falls into the sheets he had just dirtied up. You take your mouth off him and run your hands up and down his sides, letting him breathe. “Will you behave now?”
He pushes his face into the sheets, hiding from you.
“What a baby.” You chuckle lightly, bending over him to whisper in his ear, “Do you wanna see what good boys get?”
He opens one eye to peek at you and you smile at him. “Watch.”
“Come lie down here, my sweet prince.” You gesture for Hendery to lie down next to Yangyang. Once he’s where you want him, you straddle him and call out to Xiaojun next. “Since you’ve been the best out of them, you get to fuck me.”
His eyes widen and he splutters, not knowing whether to believe you or not since the other two boys had gotten punished. “Go on, angel. Take your clothes off for me.”
Xiaojun awkwardly moves to take off his clothes, hesitating when he’s down to his boxers.
“Come on, angel. I wanna see you. All of you.”
He nods, his ears red as he pushes his boxers down his thighs and kicks them off. He quickly moves behind you, burying his face in your neck. You reach a hand up to stroke the hair at the nape of his neck, “Come on, angel. I can’t wait to feel you inside of me. I bet you’d feel so good filling me up.”
He nods, pulling back and hesitantly reaching out to grab your waist. You fall down on your arms, presenting your ass to him.
Grabbing his dick in one hand, he reaches out with the other to spread your wet lips apart, his body shivering at the contact with your soft flesh. Pushing himself inside you slowly, you both moan out in pleasure. But interrupt yourself when you feel Hendery’s mouth at your breast, his lips wrapping around your nipple and sucking on it.
“Fuck!” You cry out, reflexively pushing back onto Xiaojun’s cock, making the other boy gasp in surprise.
You push Hendery’s head back down, panting as the cool air hits your now wet nipple. “Hendery, do I have to tie you up again?”
“I just want to make you feel good.” He sucks up to you.
“Is that so?” You challenge, and he nods enthusiastically. “Alright then.”
You grab a hold of his hand and pull it down your body, pressing it against your cunt, letting him feel where you and Xiaojun were joined.
“Fuck, I wish that was me.” He moans, rubbing his fingers on either side of Xiaojun’s cock, heightening your pleasure and making you fuck back into the boy behind you.
“You’re clenching around me so much.” Xiaojun cries, unable to keep his own hips from driving forward against yours despite his protests. “Mommy--ah!”
You all suddenly stop, all eyes turning to stare at Xiaojun in surprise.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Please forget it.”
“What the fuck?”
“Bro, seriously.”
They all speak up at once.
“Shut the fuck up, you two.” You shush Hendery and Yangyang, not wanting to make Xiaojun even more mortified than he already was.
“Xiaojun, do you have a mommy kink?” You ask gently.
“I--I… I guess I can’t say no now, can I?” He replies sheepishly.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed, angel.” You coo at him, starting to move your hips along his length once again. “Mommy likes it.”
If it was possible, the boys’ eyes widen even more.
“Shit, that’s kinky.” You hear Hendery mutter under you.
“Do you have a problem with that, Hendery?”
“No, ma’am.” He grins, pushing his head up and going back to mouthing at your breasts.
Wanting to pleasure him too, you rest your weight on one arm while the other snakes between your bodies and wraps around Hendery’s cock.
“Oh.” He moans between your breasts, his hips bucking up from the bed a bit to get you to touch him more.
“You like that, my little prince?”
He nods, his head falling back to the bed so he can stare at you, mouth wide open as his long fingers stroke up and down your slit and his other hand rises up to cup one of your breasts in his hand.
“Good boy.” Your hand pumps his cock in languid strokes, starting loosely at the base and getting tighter near the head where you rub the heel of your palm over his slit before you go back down and repeat the same motion again.
“You look so fucking sexy. And you’re making me feel so good.” He moans, synchronizing his own movement with yours, running his fingers up your pussy and rubbing tight circles on your clit, making you clench even more around Xiaojun.
Despite your deliberate pace, his hips soon begin to buck up into your touch. "I don’t want to cum in your hand again. Please don’t make me." He protests, but his hips keep moving as if with a mind of their own. "I need to be buried inside you when I cum."
“Oh, you would. With the way you're begging, you’ll probably only get one stroke in before you shoot your load, and all I'll be getting out of it is a dirty pussy full of your cum."
He shivers at your vulgar words, liking it too much to admit. “Please…”
You contemplate for a minute, sizing up his pleading face. “If you can last longer than Xiaojun, I’ll blow you. How about that?”
“Okay.” He accepts eagerly, his gaze shifting to focus on the boy behind you. “Why aren’t you going faster, Xiaojun? If I were you, I’d be pounding into her pussy until she’s screaming my name.”
Xiaojun groans, his hips involuntarily bucking forward roughly. “Stop it.”
“Why? Don’t you want to make mommy feel good?” The boy under you smirks, riling up Xiaojun.
“Of course I do.” He frowns, his grip tightening on your hips.
“Then what are you waiting for? Fuck her like a man or let someone who can do it.”
Xiaojun scoots closer to you, and you gasp as you feel him pull you up flush against his body. He wraps one arm across your chest while the other drops between your legs.
“Oh.” You barely have time to gasp before his hips start moving, fucking you fast and hard.
“Holy shit.” Hendery’s eyes widen and you laugh breathlessly.
“Good boy, Junie.” You grab Hendery’s dick again, jerking him off fast. His hand reaches out to wrap around your wrist. “Slow down, please.”
“Why? Are you gonna cum just from watching Xiaojun take me? I thought you were gonna fuck me like a man, but here you are, ready to blow your load again like a little virgin.”
“Come on, Hendery. Paint mommy’s tummy with your cum. I know you want to see it dripping down to her pussy.”
Hendery yells at Xiaojun’s sudden boldness, and he can’t stop himself from cumming.
"You don't play fair." He whines.
“Can I be rough, mommy?” Xiaojun whispers in your ear and you shiver. He can fuck you harder than this?
You nod, giving him the go ahead and he pushes you back down on top of Hendery, going down with you and squishing you between him and the other boy. You don’t have time to gather your wits before he’s rutting against you, his cock driving in and out of you at a fast pace that makes you glad you’re held secure between their bodies so you wouldn’t fall.
“Shit, baby, you’re so good.” You moan, and Hendery whines under you, his hands stroking up and down your sides.
You were so focused on the two of them that you almost forgot that there is a third boy present. It’s only when you feel something pushing against your lips that your eyes blow open and you see a needy Yangyang with his cock standing at attention once again. “It hurts. Will you please make me cum?”
You narrow your eyes at him, “So now you wanna be good now?”
“Yes. I’m mommy’s good boy.” He uses the pet name to try to appeal to you, acting all cute and innocent.
You know you shouldn’t encourage this type of behavior, but fuck he was cute when he wanted to, and he took full advantage of it. “Please, mommy.”
“You’re such a brat.” You grit, grabbing his cock and putting only the head of it inside your mouth, swirling your tongue around it like a lollipop. Yangyang thighs clench as he struggles to keep from pushing his cock deeper into your mouth. At least he had the sense to do that.
“Now how is this fair.” Hendery complains, “Even the brat is getting more than me.”
You pop Yangyang out of your mouth, your hand stroking him while you speak to Hendery. “Be good and I’ll make it up to you next time.”
“Fine, but I get to have both your mouth and your pussy next time.” He grumbles.
“Don’t push it.” You warn, your voice breaking off into a moan as Xiaojun’s thrusts move you against Hendery, rubbing your pussy against his navel. Yangyang takes advantage of your open mouth to push his cock back inside. He can’t push it too far with his arms restrained behind his back, just putting the tip in so you can use your tongue to lap at it, but it’s enough for the needy boy.
“Ah, mommy, I’ll cum soon.”
You look up at him, your tongue running over the ridge on the under his head, flicking up and down the sensitive skin, driving him to the edge. His cum shoots out, landing on the three of you.
As he falls back down to the bed, you twist your head to look back at Xiaojun. “Come on, angel. You’re the only one who didn’t cum yet. I want to let go. You’ve been so good. I want you to fill me up.”
“Ah--y-yes, mommy.” He grunts, his pace turning ruthless. With the way his cock was hitting so fast inside you and the movement of your pussy over Hendery’s body, you feel your orgasm building up.
“Shit, baby, you’re gonna make me cum. Ah---ah--fuck!” You cry out, clenching around him for the last time as you cum.
“Shit, I made you cum just from my cock.” He wonders breathlessly, his hips going sloppy as the realization pushes him over the edge.
“Baby, get off me. I can’t breathe.” You grunt, and Xiaojun jumps up, apologizing profusely.
“Shh,” You cup his face in your hands and kiss him. “You did so good, angel.”
He somehow manages to blush and look sheepish after what he’s just done.
“Ugh, can someone please untie me now?” Yangyang groans.
After you untie him, you bring his wrists to the front of his body and gently stroke them, soothing the red marks imprinted on them. “Was I too rough on you?”
“Yes. You should make it up to me by letting me tie you up next time.” He grins cheekily. You don’t get the chance to smack him before Hendery beats you to it.
“There won’t be a next time, brat. You heard her before. She likes me so you two can back off npw.”
“Why should we back off? She also said she was most upset at you. All you got was a lousy handjob.”
“She said I’m the most behaved one so I should be the one--”
The three of them break out into an argument.
“Quiet, all of you!” You shout sternly, glaring them down. “You were all bad. None of you deserves to have me.”
“But, I--”
“I can make it up--”
“If you’d just--”
“Enough!” Your voice rises above theirs and they fall silent. “It looks like you all still haven’t learned your lesson.”
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A/N: hope you enjoyed this filth. feedback is greatly appreciated mwah. oh and which one of the three boys did you enjoy their dynamic with the reader most? like which do you want to see more?
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Love potion
hi again it's me and some kind of sirius fluff to angst. have fun
Sirius didn't particularly hate the Potions class.
He didn't like it, either.
Most of the time, he just flowed through, wishing for it to end while listening to James' bickering about some ridiculously easy mixtures to make. Sirius wouldn't call brewing potions ridiculously easy to do, but as long as Prongs was doing almost everything, he didn't care.
That day, Sirius was at the point of falling asleep, when somebody knocked on the door.
"Come in," Slughorn called, and the entrance burst open.
A small girl went in smiling shyly. She looked absurdly tiny in her loose jumper and jeans. Sirius was bored enough to stare, especially when he saw the good, old Sluggy beam in excitement as if Christmas came earlier that year.
"You've sent for me, professor?" she focused her sight directly on Slughorn. "Is there something wrong with my last essay?".
"No, no, on contrary, the calculations were brilliant," he shrugged her off. Sirius raised his brows. So that's who she was. The teacher's pet and a massive Potions' nerd. "I called because I have a letter for you".
Sirius watched her move to the teacher with wide eyes, and judged. Comically small, as some kind of magical fairy. He wondered, if under short, brown hair she hid pointy ears and whether the excitement came from her receiving the letter from some kind of fairy Hogwart. She looked eleven, after all.
"You didn't open it?" she squealed.
Slughorn shook his head. He was glowing. Sirius pitied the rest of the class who was too focused on the assignment to bother. They were losing such a show.
The fairy opened her letter breaking the seal and Sirius couldn't help but be curious whether she got into the other Hogwart with her pointy ears or not.
"Oh, Merlin," she mumbled giving Slughorn the paper with shaky hands. "I got in, professor".
Slughorn read it once, then twice, and smiled proudly, "You got in".
"I got in," she repeated absent-mindedly. "I got in with my essay about the Wolfsbane Potion that was mostly built on my calculations and that I was so insecure about-".
"You were insecure about it?" Slughorn shook his head again, this time with disbelief. "I don't want to argue with you when you're confident, then".
Sirius felt a single string of happiness for the random fairy. At least her life was going well. Even though he only cared for her for a brief moment and would forget the face that seemed to be just like the rest of the faces seconds after the fairy would walk out of the room, it was nice to hear some good news for once.
She giggled in answer to the professor's words. But then, the realization hit her hard and she stopped, covering her mouth with tiny hands.
"Do you know what it means?" she mumbly asked Slughorn.
"Fifty points for the Slytherin House!".
The string cracked. Sirius cringed. Of course, she was a snake. A snake, a fairy, a nerd, and the Sluggy's pet.
"No, no. It means I have to brew it. My potion. The upgraded Wolfsbane Potion. I need to brew it during the Olympics. And it has to work".
Slughorn's face tensed, but he smiled, eventually.
"You will figure it out," he patted her shoulder. "Now, go back to whatever shenanigans you were up to".
She took the letter keeping it close to her chest and said her goodbyes, then left. Slughorn seemed sadder, suddenly, almost as if she was the only light in his life. The thought made Sirius smirk.
The Wolfsbane Potion. He was sure he had heard the name before. He focused himself on Remus, who now was looking absent-mindedly at the door probably having heard the conversation as well, and it clicked. The Wolfsbane Potion. The one they wanted to brew for Moony last year and couldn't.
Abruptly, Sirius wished he could remember the face of the fairy. Because he had a plan. And she was a huge part of it.
It started the same day when he bumped into her calling it an accident but having himself looking for her for hours. His friends called him out with laughter about picking on younger girls and he played along, played with her.
Her name was Arete, she was two years beneath them, and, apparently, had a huge thing for Potions. She was cringy, had acne scars almost everywhere that caused Sirius to look away every now and then.
And she was a Slytherin.
He claimed, he remembered her from entering the classroom and made small talk. She went along as if she didn't know his name. Sirius found out she didn't. It was nice for once to be unknown.
He gritted his teeth when whispers started to reach his ears and said nothing. He kept his mouth shut, never telling anyone anything bad about their growing relationship.
He was raised to be cunning, to pay every price for what he wants. They called him stubborn as if it was a trait, but Sirius was not born with the conviction that he deserved all he wished for. He was fed it. It was learned, a belief that the whole world belonged to him. That he could do anything because he always got what he wanted.
And he wanted everything good for his friends.
So he kept his mouth shut, smiled at nerdy Slytherin, and went along with the plan for weeks. Arete was oblivious to gossip in the focus on her own ambition, Sirius was grateful for that. Her scrappy body in too big clothes slipped into his routine as well as his athletic one into hers.
And, somehow, the well-calculated idea went to shit.
"Come on, Black," Arete laughed softly, trying to keep a pencil in the perfect balance on her nose, "you can't beat me!".
He giggled, too. They were goofing for some time now and, how much he didn't want to admit it, Arete was fun to be around. She never made him talk about anything, always waiting for him to feel comfortable enough to share. Her childish humor didn't seem so immature, once he got to know her.
She made him feel safe to the point when he forgot she was a Slytherin.
"How do you keep your marks so high when all you do while studying is this?" he teased leaning his head onto a hand. Sirius watched Arete with a smirk.
The pencil toppled over with a tap and she whined in disbelief.
"I am just bright," she stated trying to place her current interest again onto her nose. "That's what Sluggy's saying".
She was smart, indeed. Sirius saw that in the way she understood concepts in the brief of time. If Arete considered something worth studying, she would get it. No matter what.
He laughed at her cockiness.
She still was trying to play. In that position, her freckles were showing and long lashes cast a shadow over her cheeks. The green sweater smelled like a forest and candy. Somehow, in her soft looks and playful attitude he found some strange need, and blurted:
"Would you go out with me?".
"Yeah, sure".
"I meant it as a date".
The pencil fell once again and she sighed, "Doesn't change a thing," Arete responded, finally giving up on playing, and looked at him. "I still don't mind going out with you".
Sirius' gaze met her deeply disturbing green eyes that he used to think of as not interesting, and smiled.
It was the beginning of the end.
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"We need to break up," Sirius announced in a whisper when Arete met him to deliver the promised potion. "I was...".
What was he doing, actually? Sirius lost his words. Shutting his mouth, he tried to look away from her, but couldn't. It needed to be done. She was too pure, too good, too kind. He just couldn't lie to her for eternity. Whatever they had, it was all built on an illusion. She deserved something true.
What was the truth, anyway? Did he really despise her? Was she so annoying and cringy? Whether her jokes were cute or childish? Were her freckles and scares he traced gently with fingertips so many times simply ugly or what painted her image golden in his mind? Was she so human and raw with every breath she took as he thought?
Maybe he needed time. Maybe he could think it over, and over. Maybe Sirius would find pretty words to tell her about the storm she caused in his head.
He wished for months, suddenly. He got seconds.
It was done.
"You were using me. Yeah, I know," she moistened her lips awkwardly. "I have known for quite some time, being honest".
Sirius froze. Her hair put in place with a green clip looked soft. He wanted to reach for it, place it between his fingers, and feel its texture, but he couldn't.
Because she knew.
Sirius laughed nervously.
"Love, what are you saying?" he started, but she shook her head and gave out a sigh.
"Stop fooling around, okay? I know you probably don't even like me, Sirius. I am not stupid," she stated. The potion in his hands suddenly felt heavier. "I was naive to believe that maybe... maybe what they've told me was wrong. And that maybe you like me. But I knew that, at some point, you are going to leave with what you wanted from me".
She knew the gossip. She knew everything.
He dared to look into her leafy eyes that reminded him of Forbbiden Forest's moss. They were alike dangerous. If he stared for too long, they would absorb him and never let go.
Funny how time changes everything. He used to think of her as something common, no threat. It did not take much time for him to become enslaved by her adoration.
He wanted to breathe her love.
But he lied to her using his silver tongue, not even flinching. He had his goal and he wanted to reach it no matter what. So he used her, got the advantage of unfamiliar Slytherin kindness and constellations built of freckles on her cheeks. They brightened whenever he came by.
He grew to be charmed by them but acted like he never saw.
"I just wondered what you wanted, Sirius," she spoke truthfully. "It has never crossed my mind that all you needed from me was a potion". He heard something dark in her voice and shivered. There was hurt in it, a deep one. He felt as if his heart was about to explode. "You could have just asked".
"Who you were talking to about me, Arete?" his voice cracked at the question. "Who told you I'd use you?".
"Does it matter? I have my finals soon, so just take this bloody potion and hand it to the werewolf for Merlin's sake!" she cried out finally, showing him how much she believed he would never hurt her. "Just give it to Remus and leave!".
He took a step back.
"What are you talking about?".
"Oh, come on, it's so obvious! Stop playing dumb," she crossed her arms trying hard not to cry in front of him. It looked heart-breaking to him. She was petite. "There's only five people you would do it for, Pettigrew, Lupin, Potter, yourself and, possibly, your brother. I know Regulus personally, we got drunk on the full moon. Crossing out Reg, it leaves me only with the infamous Marauders, and you can do the rest of the math".
Sirius panicked. She knew all of his secrets, all of his lies. And he could do nothing about it. His heart pounded fastly in the chest.
"I can stay with you, I promise, just don't tell anyone. I beg you," he cried, causing her eyes to widen.
"Is this what you think of me?" she whispered. "That I would expose him to the whole school? That I am so desperate to blackmail you into dating me?".
"No, of course not!" he tried to call it back, but the damage was done and the eyes he loved to look into were teary now.
Arete didn't know when she started to cry, but the tears were rolling down her cheeks. She knew Sirius was going to do this, eventually. So why did it hurt so much? Why was she asking herself what possibly she could have done to be enough?
"Tell Remus, I will brew it every month, and that his secret is safe," she blurted out quietly. "And go away. Please, just go away," she collapsed on the chair and Sirius wished for nothing but having her enfolded with his arms.
He couldn't. He couldn't just go and leave her, a sobbing mess he had created. It all started innocently. Sirius would find her freckles and acne pretty, even though he despised them before. He would stare at her a little longer than necessary and look for her in the crowd she used to blend in.
And now, he belonged to her.
She gave a home to the stray in her soft looks and witty attitude. In her rawness, he found a place for his doubts and wishes. She took every part of him without a second thought. She enjoyed him for who he was. She gave him everything he needed.
In return, he broke her heart.
Sirius shook his head, then run out of the Potions' classroom keeping that bloody Wolfsbane Potion close to the chest. The guilt was too much, consuming with the teary looks she gave him. He got drunk on her tears. They poisoned his body as much as his heart, and he felt them running in the veins, burning them from the inside.
He found out he loved her.
He couldn't go, but he had to. She asked him to.
So he left.
Maybe Romeo was right to kill himself in response to not being able to marry Julie. Or maybe Paris of the Troy was sane in the slaughter he had done out of love. Sirius thought, how much it ruined everything, to be young and in love, and understood every creature that in its short reign on Earth had decided to laugh into God's face and do something human to the core for once.
He understood why they had decided to fall.
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Brettsey prompt - established brettsey relationship and jealous Sylvie.
Have some cute Brettsey with kids! They are from my Must Love Dog series. This is set in the future. I will be writing more with them but for now, have a tiny little sliver.
At four, almost five years old, Adelaide Casey is going to be the death of Matt. Whether it’s from her curious, independent personality, or him being wrapped around her finger, he’s not sure which. It’s early; barely eight am, but the little girl has been restless since Sylvie left for her usual cycle-bar lesson, and she’s been asking for the past twenty minutes straight to go to the park.
Matt’s usually pretty good at tuning things out (he had to be when Otis and Cruz were galavanting around the firehouse), but the relentless determination his daughter seems to have woken up with is finally cutting through the barrier. That, or he just can’t say no to her. Looking at where she’s laying splayed across the couch, playing with two small animal figurines, he smiles. He sends a quick text to Sylvie, then walks over.
“Go get dressed and we can go.” The words make the tiny girl freeze, then she hops up, grinning and all but running up to her room.
They’ve been working on letting Addy dress herself more, and make more decisions, instead of just telling her. It’s definitely an ‘Addy-day’ as she so affectionately calls them, because when she reappears a few minutes later, she’s dressed herself and looks proud. Looking her over, Matt thinks it could definitely be worse. He and Sylvie have been explaining to her about the weather lately, and how to dress accordingly. It’s September, and the little black and white striped leggings with panda faces on the knees, paired with her favorite short sleeve shirt that reads ‘Jedi in Training’, should easily be enough to keep her warm.
“Can you put my hair up like Mama’s please?” Big blue eyes look up at him and Matt is amazed (as always) how much she looks like Sylvie.
“Of course. Do you think you can sit still for me long enough?” He teases, taking the hair brush and hair tie from her little hands, leading them to the living room. She sits on the coffee table while he sits on the couch behind her, brushing her wild mess of long, curly blonde hair.
“Papa, do you think Mama will wanna to get a donut after? She’ll be real hungry from the bike, right?”
Matt snorts as the hair tie hangs loosely between his teeth, pulling her hair up before catching it all with it, pulling it through to make a ponytail.
“She might be. Are you still hungry? We have more oatmeal and banana,” he offers, knowing exactly what game she’s playing at. He can’t help the smile taking over his face.
“No! I’m allll full. Jus’worried ‘bout Mama.”
“It’s very sweet of you to worry. When she finishes and meets us at the park you can ask,” Matt suggests, kissing her head. “You ready to head out, Chief?”
“Yes sir!” She gives him a mock salute and he laughs, following her to put their shoes on.
“Can we take Beau? I’ll walk him!” She freezes in the middle of the hallway, making Matt stumble.
“...we can. But only if he wants to go. Go find him and ask okay?” Another thing they’ve been working on- everyone has feelings, even animals. You have to ask before assuming someone wants to do something.
Moments later, while Matt’s pulling on his Nikes, Addy comes back with Beau trailing her, little nub wagging wildly. Matt nods and grabs Beau’s leash off of the hook near the door to the garage, handing it to her. She clips it on and grabs her sunglasses, another new development lately.
“Let’s head out. We can go to the park a few blocks away, yeah? The one with the tire swing?” When he gets an excited smile and wiggle, Matt lets her out into the front yard and locks up.
The walk doesn’t take long, and Matt, as always, is impressed with how well she walks their little frenchie. They get to the park that’s blissfully empty, though he’s not surprised. It’s early enough most kids are just waking up. He’s sure that Andy, their two year old, is just waking up with his Aunt Stella, Uncle Kelly, and their three year old (his best friend) Jackson. Sleepovers with the two are common, enough so that they know they’ll happen twice a week. Addy prefers Cruz’s twins, even if they’re almost two years older than her. Beau starts sniffing around near Matt, extending his leash to the longest it can be.
“Want me to come with you, or do you want to explore and play alone for a bit?” Options, Matt reminds himself, as his daughter thinks them over.
“Alone, but together later?”
“Of course. Go play.” With a smile, Matt watches Addy run over to the large structure, climbing up the little fake rock wall. They’ve come a long way from three months prior, when she was scared to do it on her own. Now she’s handling it like it’s nothing, and Matt couldn’t be more proud. Around ten minutes later, a mom and her two girls who seem to be around Addy’s age appear, and within seconds all three girls are talking and playing.
“They seem to be getting along,” the mom, a red head says, walking over. “Normally Katie’s pretty shy, but she seems to be warming up to your daughter quickly. I’m Elise.”
Matt’s never been one to just talk to other parents, that’s Sylvie’s specialty. He’s of course capable of making small talk, but his reserved nature makes him weary of it. Giving the woman a smile, he nods.
“Addy’s pretty quick to make friends,” he supplies, not fully sure he even wants to give her name out, but it seems rude not to. The girls look well adjusted enough, and his paranoia is put to rest when he sees their features resemble the woman’s next to him. “Matt, nice to meet you,” he adds. Beau snorts and Matt can’t help but laugh. “And this is Beau.”
They talk about their kids, and Matt’s unsure if he’s imagining it; he’s never been good at picking up signals, but it feels like Elise is flirting with him. He’s suddenly, acutely aware he doesn’t have his wedding ring on, doesn’t have it at all, actually. An accident a few months back involving cribbing being dropped on his hand and swelling had resulted in his ring finger swelling enough they’d had to cut his ring off. He definitely needs to get it replaced.
As the minutes tick by, Matt relaxes a bit. Elise is nice enough, and maybe she really is just being friendly. He can’t imagine her flirting with her kids so near by. Or...maybe not. The redhead is inching closer to him on the bench, and the firefighter tries not to look uncomfortable. Before he can say anything else, he hears Addy yell ‘mama’ at the top of her lungs. Looking up, Matt sees Sylvie walking towards them, breathtakingly beautiful. Though she may have just come from spin class, she’s still the prettiest woman in the world, blue eyes bright and smile wide.
Elise, for her part, looks only slightly thrown for a loop. He watches her smile tighten as Sylvie walks over. There’s something unreadable in her expression that Matt can’t quite place.
“Hey sweetheart,” Matt stands and presses a kiss to her cheek.
“Hey love. Hi! I’m Sylvie, Matt’s wife. Nice to meet you.”
Elise’s eyes are calculating, then she huffs. “Elise.”
Watching the interaction, Matt feels like he’s missing something, but with the way Sylvie is suddenly eyeing the woman, he thinks that maybe his first assumption of Elise flirting with him was right. By now, Addy’s next to them, clambering to try and get into Sylvie’s arms, one of her favorite places to be. Sylvie, while still reaching down to hold her, keeps eye contact with the other mom, cocking an eyebrow.
“I think we’d better get going,” Elise informs them, when her twins start making their way over. When Sylvie doesn’t reply, Matt speaks up.
“It was great meeting you!”
“Likewise Matt.”
When the family is walking off, he turns back to his wife, looking at her curiously. “What was that?”
“She was flirting with you, and needed to be put in her place.”
Matt’s not sure what to do with the information that Sylvie is jealous, and not only that, she’s adorable when she’s jealous, like a grumpy cat.
“Mama, can we go get donuts? You must be reaaallll hungry after workin’ out….”
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The Dark Princess
*gif not mine//credit to the owner
A/N: Hello loveliessss! 🌸 so I’m hoping that my writing in this chapter has improved somewhat from the last and that it is as magical for you to read as it was for me to write ☺️ I appreciate every like, reblog and follow so thank you all so much 🥰🥰 there’s a bit of a jump between the prologue and the main story so this is more of a filler chapter and in case anyone is confused she has the diary because Tom makes sure (Y/N) intercepts it in between Ginny getting rid of it and Harry finding it. Alsooo I suck at introductions so bear with me 😅 Happy reading peoples! 🥳🥳 Italics = flashback/dream, (E/C) = your eye colour, (H/C) = hair colour
Summary: It is the beginning of the summer after your fourth year and you are moving into Riddle House with your father, at his insistence, making you think back to when you first met him during your second year at Hogwarts. You won’t be there for long though...
Pairing: AU Lord Voldemort x daughter!reader, Tom Riddle x OC!
*I don’t own any of these characters except the OC, all rights belong to J.K. Rowling and the filmmakers
PROLOGUE
Chapter One
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Riddle House once stood as the most prestigous mansion in Little Hangleton. Now whimpering on top of the hill, a ghostly shell of itself; it’s derelict and decrepit condition reflected the sinister history encased within the walls. Each room explored was more somber than the last, and emptiness clouded the air so thick it was almost suffocating.
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The floorboards creak beneath your feet as you traipse down the hallway, your father a few steps ahead.
“And now... we have the kitchen” he announces with a flourish of his arm. Dimly lit by a grubby window, the room, like the rest of the house, left a lot to be desired. Tiles hung from the walls whilst every surface was caked in decades worth of dust. Cobwebs strewn here and there, the sink was more rust than steel and there was a large cavity where the cooker once stood.
“It’s.... interesting” you force out, the weak taste of iron flooding your tastebuds as you bring your teeth down on the flesh of your bottom lip. Taking out his wand Voldemort flicks his wrist and the dingy room quickly transforms itself into a modern kitchen.
“Wow!” you whisper running your fingers along the cool marble.
Turning to face you, his nonexistent lips contort into a terrifyingly sweet crescent. “Luckily I had the foresight to prepare your bedroom before you arrived.”
Trudging back through the hallway, you take time to notice the portraits hanging along the wall, a series of black smudges where the faces once were. Wandering upstairs you spot a door with a wooden rose-embossed sign reading ‘Y/N’s Fortress’.
“Here goes nothing” you sigh.
Entering, a gasp escapes your lips. In the middle of the large room stood a king sized four-poster bed, adorned with a rose quilted headboard and white chiffon curtains. To your left was a beautiful vintage french dressing table complete with matching bedside tables decorated in tiny hand-painted black, red and pink roses. The grand wardrobe standing beside it, decorated in the same tiny roses, could surely house more garments than you even owned. To your right hung a wicker swing seat, pink rose buds woven throughout, appearing as though it was made entirely from the delicate plants, positioned perfectly in view of the large Edwardian window. Hanging above the headboard were pictures of you, your mother and father, clipped evenly along a piece of string intertwined with fairy lights, glistening as each scene plays out before you.
“I mustn’t take any credit, Bellatrix was in charge of the preparations.” Your father states watching you from the doorway.
“It’s beautiful” you whisper, tears welling in your eyes.
Voldemort set about fixing the rest of the house giving you time to settle and take it all in. Lying on the soft mattress, you think back to the first time you met your father, a stark constrast to the man you know today.
Sitting at your desk the blank pages stare back at you and your fingers rake through your messy (H/C) curls for the hundredth time. Front to back the diary was barer than the day it was made.
You had been in the girls bathroom during lunch when you noticed something on the floor. Finding a small black book with leather as soft as feathers and gold lettering along the bottom, you pick it up to inspect it further.
“Tom Marvolo Riddle.”
Your eyebrows crease as the name rolls off your tongue, a frown etching it’s way onto your forehead. What would a boys diary be doing in the girls bathroom? Nevertheless you keep the book, and make your way to class, letting it burn a hole through your satchel until the end of the day. Your last class was Potions and with any luck it would go quickly. Settling into your seat, you spin around to the cute blonde haired boy behind you.
“Is there any one at Hogwarts named Tom Riddle?” You ask him, red hot flames licking at your cheeks as his crystal blue eyes meet yours.
“Not that I know of. And I know everyone who is anyone around here” he snorted. Choosing to ignore the radiating arrogance you turn back to the front, mind racing. The diary didn’t belong to a Hogwarts student at all, so how on earth did it end up in our bathroom?
Your leg jerks up and down repeatedly below the desk and your eyes wander back to the clock. 3:43pm. Exactly one minute had passed from the last time you checked. Ahead of you Professor Snape is droning on about a potion you hadn’t yet caught the name of.
“And the 5th step in the brewing of the Wiggenweld Potion is...?” Snape drawls out, his beady eyes searching out his next victim. Chewing on your lip you try to concentrate, to no avail.
“Miss Rosier?” His expectant eyes land on you, lips curling into a signature smirk.
“A-add more salamander blood until the potion turns t-turquoise” you splutter.
“Very good. Someone who has obviously been making notes, wouldn’t you agree Mr Weasley?” The air escapes your lungs with a whoosh as he narrows his eyes at Ron across the room. Ron gulps, ducking his head in an attempt to hide the crimson blush now creeping up his cheeks.
Finally the clock stikes 4 and you make sure you’re the first one out, darting between the students and managing to make it halfway through the dungeons before the bell rings out. “Pureblood” you mutter, the portrait swinging open. “Ooh someone’s in a hurry!” Paying no mind to the painting you dash up the stairs.
“Tracey?”
“Daphne?”
With no answer you plonk down at your desk and begin writing.
“My name is Y/N Rosier, and this is my diary.”
Your (E/C) eyes go round, lids refusing to blink as you watch the words slowly sink into the page. Your small hands vigorously rub at them and yet the page remains just as blank as it had been originally. Your brain scrambles to make some sense of what is happening, but not giving your thoughts a chance to untangle themselves, words begin to materialise across the page.
“Hello Y/N.”
Curiosity trumping any thought of sense, the tip of your quill connects with the aged paper once more. “Who are you?”
“My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle.
And I am your father.”
Your breath hitches in your throat. The fluttering birds that previously occupied your ribcage die out as your heart threatens to beat right out of your chest, pumping ice throughout your veins at an ungodly speed. The pounding in your ears nears defeaning as the middle of the book suddenly throws out streaks of blinding light.
Regaining your vision you’re surrounded by stone walls and green glowing lamps. The click-clack of shoes echo through the dungeon as hushed whispers become audible.
“No Tom! I told you- I warned you- I told you something bad would happen- that something so evil would surely have consequences, and you ignored me. And now look! A girl has died Tom!” The young woman vigorously shakes her head, her wild ginger curls bouncing about her face while she scolds the boy.
“Lower your voice before somebody hears you.” He hisses, the pair coming to a halt in front of you. His lips curl into a sneer as his large hand wraps around her dainty wrist. “I am Lord Voldemort after all.”
“Don’t you dare talk to me like that!” she seethes. Snatching her wrist from his grasp, her perfectly manicured finger points at his face. “Your name is Thomas Marvolo Riddle and I am not one of your little followers bowing down at your feet and kissing your arse! And most importantly Tom, I am not scared of you!” She storms off and Tom continues hot on her heels as you scurry behind.
“For Merlins sake! Fleur wait-” Blocking her path, Tom’s hands come to rest on the girl’s arms, this time gently caressing her skin. “I’m sorry I should never have spoken to you like that, I don’t want you to be scared of me... I forget myself sometimes. Forgive me?” His hands move to cup her cheeks, and her slender arms wrap loosely around his torso as her anger seemingly dissolves.
“Well don’t forget yourself too much around me otherwise one day you may turn around and I won’t be here Tom.” At least a foot shorter than him, his chin rested comfortably atop her head.
“Don’t worry, Princess, it won’t be long now before I am crowned the greatest sorcerer the world has ever seen.” Her head buried into his chest ignoring the icy tones lacing the boys words.
Your hand shoots to the base of your skull as a dull ache begins to resonate. ‘He needs to work on his landings.’
“Y/N there you are! Where were you? We missed you at supper. And what on earth are you doing on the floor?” Daphne gives you a quizzical look before extending her hand and helping you up.
As you dust off your robes you try to think of a convincing lie. “I wasn’t feeling very well after Potions. I had to run straight to the loo and then came to lie down - I suppose I must have fainted.” With a shrug of your shoulders you begin to change out of your robes, Daphne following suit.
“Lumos.”
With everyone else now asleep you decide to take your chance to figure out just what on earth is going on. The faint glow illuminates the makeshift tent you had created with your bedcovers, an inkpot balanced expertly between your knees and quill secured between your teeth. Opening the diary with your free hand you reposition the wand.
“Are you there?”
Just as before the ink disappears, so sucking in a breath you stare at the page. After a few moments nothing had changed. ‘Of course it’s blank you bloody idiot. I must be going bloody barmy!’
Before you could finish scolding yourself, the words appear across the page.
“Hello again Y/N.”
“What happened earlier?” Not having much time you wanted to get straight to the point.
“No beating around the bush, I like it. Just like your mother.”
“My mother Fleur?”
“Yes, Fleur. She truly was a wonderful witch. Say, do you think you could do me a favour Y/N?”
You weigh up your options before replying. “Not until you tell me what’s going on.”
“I will answer all of your questions, but it must be in person.”
“But how would I? You couldn’t even see me earlier.”
“I will show you how, just go to the girls bathroom on the first floor.”
Under the mask of the invisibility spell you sneak out of the common room, diary clasped tightly under your arm. Moving through the dungeons it doesn’t take you long to reach the first floor bathroom. As you await your instructions you begin to feel a strong magnetic pull towards one of the sinks. Unable to resist you move to stand opposite. Lightly tracing the stone serpent beneath your fingertips, your mouth opens and words of a language unknown to you flow out. Suddenly the marble sink shifts to reveal a vertical tunnel.
“Jump Y/N. Jump!”
Without giving it a second thought you launch yourself down the hole. Your face scrunches up like a ball of paper as you brace yourself for an impact that doesn’t come. Landing on something soft and scaly, you open your eyes.
Below you was the largest snake you had ever laid eyes on, with skin the colour of green ivy and piercing red orbs easily the size of your skull, if not bigger. Bowing down, it repositions your body on its spiky head, and begins speeding through the tunnels. Coming to a stop in front of a large stone monument, the creature bends down and gently slides your slim frame off, and onto the wet floor.
As you stand upright, a silhouette steps out from the cover of the shadows.
"My darling Y/N..."
KNOCK. KNOCK.
Bolting upright, your confused eyes dart around the room. The sky was now jet black and above you the fairy lights were glowing softly in the darkness. Rolling your legs off of the bed you answer the door to find your father standing on the other side, arms tucked neatly behind his back.
“My apologies love, did I wake you?” he asks with a level of affection you hadn’t been expecting.
“Yes but no matter, I hadn’t meant to fall asleep in the first place” you reassure him, shrugging off the last remnents of sleep.
“Very well. I have some unexpected business to attend to, and as you are still new to this house I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here alone, so I have arranged for you to stay with a dear friend of mine for the remainder of the summer” he states matter-of-factly, leaving no room for compromise.
���Oh. I hoped I would be staying here for the summer.”
With your (E/C) doe-eyes and lips pouting just enough to be noticeable, you were the image of your mother when she was sulking, and Voldemort found a dull warmth spreading throughout him at the reminder of the distant memory.
“I know Princess I do apologise. I hoped we would have the opportunity to bond during your time away from Hogwarts. However the situation is simply unavoidable.”
“Fine” you sigh in defeat. “So who will I be staying with? Anyone I know?”
“You’ll be staying with the Malfoy’s.”
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Morning Surprise
Type: Short Clip (Blurt Drabble)
Cast: Kuroo Tetsurou
Storyline: Waking up to see your husband was your ultimate dream. Yet with his line of work, that seemed impossible.
Genre: Romance
You wanted a morning with him, to wake up and watch his face that always looked so peaceful when he was asleep — adorned by the sun rays. You wanted to see him first thing in the morning, to be greeted with his smile the second you open up your eyes.
Yet once again, you were awake with a cold sheet.
Having someone like Kuroo Tetsurou as a lifetime partner was really a blessing. He was someone that could cheer you up, someone that loved to goof around with you, yet knew when he needed to be formal and act all proper.
When he graduated from college and decided to get into that line of work, you could feel that something would be changed. He had a top-notch brain, wide networking, charming smile and smooth whispers that could make a lot of deals without a hitch.
Not going to lie, the two of you used to just live inside a crappy apartment. But now, now you lived with him in a two-storey house that located in a nice suburban — completed with a wide array of facilities and great neighbourhood.
With a great price, came great responsibility. He had to go to work at eight (sometimes even seven if there were any morning meeting), and always home late at night, a miracle if he could share a dinner with you. You were alright with that, especially since you have work too.
But sometimes you just wanted to have him there with you, grocery shopping and have dinner together. You really wanted to spend more time with your husband.
Especially now at your birthday.
You let out a groan as the realisation hit — he was not here. What you did expect anyway, knowing he always busy with work since he was a young executive already. You couldn't help it though, you couldn't help but want more of him.
"Stupid. Tetsurou." You sit up straight on the bed, punching the pillow like a child as you imagine it as your husband. "Stupid. Rooster. Head."
You kept going on and on, blowing raspberry until your annoyance dissipated into the thin air. Knowing that you will be alone, you decided to just wear your (his) loose shirt for breakfast. Didn't bother to change for cleaner or cute clothes since there was no one to impress.
Winter would come soon, therefore you decided to wrap a blanket around your body as you walked downstairs. Your work started in four hours, you had plenty of times to enjoy the serene morning — one that you spend (sadly) alone.
Or so you thought
"Morning, love."
Kuroo Tetsurou, your husband. With a shirt and apron wrapped around his muscular torso, he flipped the pan on his hand so effortlessly. He had this cheeky ass grin plastered on his face when the food didn't splatter everywhere. While you, you still couldn't believe your eyes and just stood there, six feet apart from him.
He turned off the stove and slap down the pancake on the white pristine plate, drizzling it with maple syrup and some berries on top. "Happy birthday!"
That was a very much simple dish, a simple birthday wish. Yet from how he looked so proud with himself, from how his eyes glimmered with love and joy as he looked at you, anticipating any kind of reaction — this exact moment became a lot more beautiful than how it supposed to.
"T-Tetsu," Your eyes flickered back and forth to the pancake on his hand and to his face. "Fuck, why you didn't tell me that you are going to do all of this?!"
"It's a birthday surprise!"
"But that gave me a heart attack!"
"You still alive, you are fine!"
He put the plate on the kitchen island and walked up towards your figure that still dumbfounded. You wanted to say sorry and just ran to his arms, but he beat you to it. "I am sorry for making you surprised." He whispered softly on your ear, pulling your body into his embrace. "Happy belated birthday."
You bit your lips, trying to prevent any tears from falling. But as he cradled you in bis embrace like this, whispering compliment and sweet words, you couldn't help but let all the tears burst.
"You really one, sneaky human." He chuckled when he heard your response, pulling away from you a little as he wanted to see your face. "You make me like this! Don't laugh or I will kick you when the sun doesn't shine."
"Goodness, always so harsh to me." He kept snickering, yet his hands went up to your cheek, cupping both sides of your face. "But really, happy birthday."
You pursed your lips as the playful atmosphere turned into a serious one. Letting out a sigh, you nodded softly and met his gaze. His eyes mesmerized you, and even after years being together, you couldn't help but keep falling and falling.
"Why are you here, though?" You asked under your breath, his lips grazing with yours. "Don't you have work today?"
"I have, but—" He pecked your lips, resulting in you to giggle a little. "Like hell I would choose my work over my wife's birthday, right?"
Tetsurou kissed the crown of your head before resting his forehead on yours, wanting to feel you up close. Something that was rare for him to get the chance to. "And I called your company, you don't have to worry about work until next week."
"Wait what?"
"The flight would be in five hours from now."
"Tetsu what flight?!"
You were frantic now as he shut you up by capturing your lips. This morning you thought you would be all lonely, but now your husband really here with you and announce such a thing. "Seriously, Tetsu. Flight to where?!"
"Anywhere!" He answered instantly. "Don't think too much, everything is already good, I have secured everything." He pulled away from you, eyeing your reaction as he held his hand for you to take "Come on, love. Just the two of us together, me and you, like old times."
"Tetsu you are crazy."
Your answer was short, just like that. And he almost let his hand fall to his side, thinking that you didn't like the surprise that he had in store. But before he could do it, you chuckled and interlaced your hand with his. "But thank God you are my crazy."
NAOOO @kuraomi HAPPY BIRTHDAY😭😭😭 Baby I love you so so much uwu you have become such a wonderful friend. You are everything. Thank you for becoming my proofreader too, thank you for being such a great company for the last couple of weeks. I hope you have a wonderful birthday, blessed year, this year or another. 💕 Hope you have a wonderful birthday, always safe and sound, and so much loved...
I am sorry this is such a rushed... I want to make something for you and I hope this enough (": Someday I will dedicate more fic for you! Lovee you, Naaooo🥰
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