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k2ntoss · 25 days

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hihi, it me, back again with more jason brain rot, this time brought to you by this random Instagram reel i saw while having dinner lol

anyway, just imagine this with Jay?? like, warm cozy domestic hugs and kisses in the middle of the kitchen?? simple domestic bliss?? absolute dreammmmmm 😭😭

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C3nuMFVMRhe/?igsh=MXhqMWdtYTQxbDNqMw==

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ps. hope you're doing well lovely, miss you <3

i crave and need fluff bc i love me a little sweet jason !!!!!!!!!!! (i'm single and i want a nice relationship) i can't see the reel now BUUUUUT i'm gonna do my magic and be a simp and this could be a second fluffy part to that drabble with subby jason having to skip patrol after getting good head from his gf hehehe you can read thar here

sometimes having your girlfriend to call sick for you so you can take a rest earns you three well deserved days to sleep late and have comforting hours without having to worry about patching wounds or chasing after criminals.

so after a night of being completely unable to move from bed because of how dizzy his head was, he's clumsily going out of the bedroom looking for you, rubbing his eyes to try and push his tiredness away because he didn't liked the feeling of waking up after you, when you had already left the bed and he isn't able to pull you closer and kiss you right away.

it's funny to see him like that, while you wait on the living room drinking a cup of coffee for him to wake up you're able to see him walk out of the room still half asleep but he looks just too cute. jason is a 6ft tall guy, big as a wall and rough but there he was, dragging his feet, his hair all fluffy and the black hoodie he wore to sleep looking messy; you can see him walk to the kitchen and he grunts softly when he sees nobody there but as soon as he turns around he spots you.

you know what jason is about to trap you under his body but damned be his long legs because you're not able to properly set your cup aside when jason is letting his weight fall over you like a tired cat "wait, baby... the coffee" you say between giggles but it's too late when your boyfriend is cuddling himself into your arms, hugging your waist and nuzzling his face against your neck "good morning, jay"

"g' morning, princess..." he mutters, voice is still hoarse but sweet as he greets you "why were you out of bed?" jason asks, kissing softly a small trail in your neck as you wrap one of your legs around his waist.

"were you looking for me, love? i thought about making breakfast for you before you woke up..." you say softly, trying to move and lean a bit to leave your cup on the table but failing when he just cuddles more into your chest making you chuckle softly "you looked so pretty sleeping i couldn't wake you up... are you still tired, red?" and that nickname makes him grin goofily, he loves the way it sounds when you call him that and even more as you keep babying him with soft pecks on his forehead.

"i feel like i could sleep for a month... but only if you're there with me" jason's voice is a low rumble, his words sending shivers through her spine and that mixed with how sweet it was knowing that he wanted you by his side even when his last months as the red hood had been so tiring.

"want to make breakfast with me and then we go eat on bed? we could watch a movie, does that sound good?" you ask him, reaching to cup jason's face between your hands and pressing a soft kiss on his lips which he gladly accepts with a soft purr leaving his throat.

he nods and you can swear he's never looked so calm before, so well rested and it was just what he needed more than anything. jason was sure he had done a lot of harm and there would be days when he didn't feel like deserving you but right now, having his sweet girlfriend to look at him like he hung up the moon and stars makes him feel worthy of love and care, even the big bad red hood deserved to be babied after all.

"then let's go, big guy" you say, starting to squirm in a failed attempt to slide from under jason's body and he chuckles at it before moving with you on his arms, picking your body up and walking to the kitchen as he lets soft kisses fall to your cheeks and neck before putting you back down.

and the morning goes like that, jason wishes he could get more of this. the way you walk around the kitchen as he tries to help, pouting softly when you don't let him do everything because he has to rest, he loves the warmth he feels on his chest as you walk past him and he pulls you back to steal a kiss from your lips before you try to walk away only to end up with him clinging to your back, kissing the top of your head as you cook.

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euaphoric · 9 months

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“ are we there yet? ” ˙ ✩°˖🚏⋆｡˚꩜

✩‧₊˚ pairing — jungkook x f!reader (established relationship)

✩‧₊˚ warnings — fluff, lovey lovey dovey dovey, sm*t, exhibitionism, f*ngering, piv, essentially they get frisky in the forest hehehe, this is pretty vanilla tho<3

synopsis:: roadtrips with your boyfriend seem all fun and games at first, until you end up getting lost in the middle of nowhere with no signal !

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the summer of august… balmy evenings, golden overcasts from sun rays, clammy humid air, and warm, lofty breezes at nightfall. ideal weather to spend a weekend away with your favorite person, escaping the depths of reality to reset + recharge. this was long overdue since both you and jungkook are always cooped up in work, the quality time you get to share nowadays has progressively dwindled. soon as jungkook found out you two had aligning free time he made plans almost instantly for a romantic getaway. he (said in his own words) found the perfect distraction to take your minds off everything and whisk all your problems away.

well at least that’s what he’s tried getting you to believe so far..

but you weren’t sold just yet— at the rate he’s driving and the stilled guise of confusion on his face, something seemed alarmingly off to you. you didn’t notice at first but once you recognized one of the landmarks previously seen half an hour ago, it doesn’t take much for you to put 2 and 2 together. he may or may not be totally lost right now and is trying to act completely unfazed. you hear him mutter a string of curses lightly under his breath, he seemed to be frustrated by something but not quite really sure what.

“hmm.. are we almost there yet koo?” you ask softly, resting your head against the window, eyes drearily fluttering. it concerns you when he doesn’t reply, instead he continues focusing on the road— this only puzzles you more since he was just talking your ears off moments before. “uhm, hellooo earth to jungkook? you can hear me right?” you reiterate, turning slightly to face his direction. he snaps out of his trance for only a second to vaguely address you. “yeah.” it’s unlike him to be this quiet with you, especially not when he was the one most excited about this trip, he’d send you daily reminders and even had a whole countdown for it. you had to get to the bottom of this immediately.

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one thing about jungkook is he hates to admit when he’s wrong, especially in front of you. he ensured that he knew exactly where you guys were going and insisted on you not doing an ounce of driving, 4 hours wasn’t gonna kill him. “you’re my princess, and princesses belong in passenger seats only!” he’d argue in response to you wanting to help. he wasn’t budging on his stance either, every time you offered to take the wheel he’d strike a deafening glare. you sigh while watching him continue to struggle, his gaze darting back and forth from the road onto the gps of his phone. that’s when you see yet again another familiar sign up ahead, at this point he has no idea where he’s going. “babe, are we los-”

“don’t say that.” jungkook quickly cuts you off, “we’re not lost, i just- am having some technical difficulties with the directions is all!” it finally took him looping around in circles for a third time to get him to acknowledge his plight. “okay maybe a little bit…” you shake your head at his stubbornness, always thinking he can do everything on his own. “i think we should stop for a minute to recuperate.” you suggest, checking out the window to see nothing but endless nature and not a single other car in sight. neither of you had a single clue where you were. jungkook finally caves and pulls over, pandering his next move. an idea comes to mind for him instantly, “oh! i know who could help, i’ll call namjoon! he’ll know what to do in situations like this.” right…because calling your friends when you’re lost in the woods is the best solution at hand.

he attempts to call but is met with yet another disappointment. “fuck, i only have one bar..” you check your phone only to see you had no better luck. “my phone isn’t even picking up a signal around here..” this couldn’t get any worse— stranded in the middle of no man’s land and having zero capability to communicate with the outside world; technically, this was what jungkook was going for but not to this extreme extent. he huffs in frustration, “shit- well i guess we’re screwed now thanks to me.” “maybe if you’d let me help earlier none of this would’ve happened!” you impishly gloat, never letting him live down the fact he never listens. he flashes a pout along with the most dramatic eye roll, unwilling to give you any satisfaction of being in the right. “yeah yeah, whateva.”

an awkward silence passes by until jungkook speaks again, “soo like.. what’re we gonna do now…” “beats me,” you say nonchalantly, “should we go explore the woods?” the curious cat in you is need of a little adventure. “isn’t that a bit risky? you never know what’s out there!” he wasn’t too keen on your idea but you’d be able to get him to fold quickly. “ugh, you watch too many of those horror movies. we’ll be fine, just c‘mon!” you chirp, getting out the car and making a dash into the forest. “wait- slow down.. wait for me!!”

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the view in front of you was breathtaking; effervescent greenery surrounding you, tranquil patters of the waterfall, absorbing in the pleasant atmosphere alongside your lover. though you were in quite the predicament, this moment put you decently at ease. “this is so beautiful.” you express in awe of the scenery. jungkook was also indeed starstruck by something, but it wasn’t the wispy terrain. “yeah it’s nice, but not half as beautiful as you are.” his soft hand cups the side of your face, tilting slightly to place a chaste peck. another hand travels to the hem of your sundress, drawing over your smooth skin to caress your inner thighs. his touch felt so relaxing, you almost forgot where you were for a second. “wha- what’re you doing-” a lush pair of lips connect with you again, cutting off your chatter.

you kissed for what seemed like hours, purring into him as he plays with the thin fabric of your lace underwear. his everlasting touch and lips felt like paradise, lustfully drunk off each other’s energies. your mind was so hazy to a point you didn’t fully register that your dress was pulled halfway up your torso. jungkook pulls away for a second, glancing over to scope the premises. “agh.. maybe we shouldn’t do it here..” he hesitantly chides, “what if there’s some weirdo lurking in the bushes or something?” this man is always so overly paranoid… “nothing’s gonna get us koo, pwomise. now shush and get back to kissing me.” you eagerly lean in, latching onto him once again. as your bodies intertwine you hiss at the feathered graze of his fingers on your clothed heat, languidly tracing the outline. you sense a sudden draft as jungkook slides your panties aside, lightly prodding your entrance while his thumb circles your clit, leaving you with tingling vibrations.

“mmphh~ fuck..” you moan softly. lifting your head to gaze up at your boyfriend, admiring the way he’s glowing from the sunlight illuminating above. soon as he saw your face he couldn’t resist in reaching up to kiss you once more, entering one of his inked digits into you slowly. the gasp you let out was a chance for him to invite his tongue, greedily wanting to taste every molecule of you. your body involuntarily rocks it’s hips against his hand, tangling your fingers through his thick, silky hair, wholly enchanted by him. a whine slips out from the absence of his fingers, clenching around nothing from feeling empty. “stop whinin’, m’gonna give you what you’re craving soon babydoll.” he assures sweetly, placing open mouthed kisses along your chin, neck, and down to your collarbone. right now you felt nothing but utter yearning, desiring every inch of him inside.

intense waves of pleasure hit you gracefully, muscles tensing as your needy cunt swallows his length, arching from the fluttering sensation that won’t leave your tummy. never in your lifetime did you expect to be doing this in a forest of all places. “jungkook…” you lasciviously whisper, securing your legs tighter around his waist while he jams his hips deeper, he feels so good you could cry. “i love you baby.” he coos midstroke, pressing his tattooed hand on your stomach. “love you too koo- fuuu…” eyes roll to the back of your head from his cock colliding with your sweet spot, feeling one step closer to coming. “t-think m’gonna cum s-soonn jungkookiie.” your high would approach any minute now. “me too babe, shit- your pussy feels unreal..” before you know it, flashes of white impairs your vision from the rippling effects of your orgasm— panting indefinitely. jungkook hastily pulls out, viciously stroking himself to spread his release on you. post-nut clarity hit the both of you hard asf, you never got up to fix your clothes so fast. your skin felt moist and sticky, you were totally in the mood for a nice hot shower. jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle from your stunned actions,,

“guess we can check this off our bucket list now??”

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sturniololoco · 3 months

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Can you PLEASEEEE write a fic about Nathan and hockey🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

Big Game Pt 1

SLS x Nathan Doe

warnings: Not yet hehehe

Nathan's POV

Today was the big hockey game of the season for Somerville High School. We had made it all the way to the State Finals.

Matt and Chris, my best friends and a part of the Sturniolo Quadruplets, were playing in the game as well. Nick was there for photography reasons, and their sister, SLS/N, was tagging along to cheer us on.

It was lunch time and the boys, SLS/N, and I were at our usual table in the back. We Chris and I were talking about the game while Nick and Matt were getting lunch in line. SLS/N was sitting quietly, writing in her notebook

She had her nose scrunched, biting her lip in concentration. Looking absolutely adorable while doing it. I couldn't help but look at her, getting distracted from Chris talking.

"Hey! Are you even listening?" He laughs snapping in my face.

I laugh, may face turning a little red. Lucky for me, Matt and Nick walk over. Matt gently ruffles her hair, as she looks up at him and smiles, showing her dimples. Adorable.

"So, you guys excided for your game?" I hear her ask.

I look up and she's looking at me. I quickly look down, stabbing at my lunch with my fork.

The bell rang for lunch, the triplets taking the left to get to PE, while SLS/N and I take a right so I can drop her off at her Spanish class, just like we do every day.

Just before I drop her off, I work up the courage to take my home jersey, the one that I won't use because we're playing away today and toss it at her.

"Wear it at the game. You need a little spirit." I say, giving her a smile while running my fingers through my hair.

She catches it and unfolds it, holding it up and reading Doe on the back. She looks up at me and smiles.

"You know I can wear matt's or Chris's, right?" She asks, but kept the jersey all the same, tucking it into her backpack.

"Yeah, but my last names way cooler than theirs." I say, giving her a wave and walking to my class.

I hear her giggle then walk into her class.

As soon as the bell rang, I rushed out of my calculus class, down the main stairs, and out the door to get to the student parking lot. We had an hour and a half long drive to get the the ice rink, so we needed to get going.

Matt, Chris, and I all chucked our hockey gear into the back along with our backpacks, shutting the car door. We then hopped in the car, only to notice that SLS/N was not in the car yet.

"Oh my god, i thought I told her to get out quick." Matt mumbled under his breath, eyeing the long line of cars, cramming together while trying to get out of the parking lot.

We only had to wait about five more minutes until I see SLS/N running towards the car. The hops in between Nick and I in the back, out of breath and her cheeks pink from running all the way here.

"Matt-I'm so-so sorry. Some idiot spilled paint all over me." She says in between breaths.

only then did I notice the blue paint, running all the way down her shirt. Her shirt was wet, like she tried to get some of it off with water, only to make it spread worse.

But I was shocked at what she did next.

"Chris, can i borrow your hoodie for the game?" She asked her older brother.

He nodded, taking off his black sweatshirt and handing it to her. Much to my surprise, she peeled of her wet shirt, leaving her in just a sports bra before throwing Chris's hoodie on.

I felt my cheeks turn red, noticing how close I was to her bare skin. She then dug around in her backpack, and pulled out my other jersey, and put that on over the black hoodie.

I smiled at myself, admiring how good she looks with my name on her back.

New series y'all!!! Part 2 tomorrow if ur interested, let me know in the comments!!!

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spatialwave · 25 days

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(smutty drabble lol. Definitely NSFW)

So obviously Angus doesn't have much experience being a munch but once he learns with you, oh lord get ready.

Forget about wearing skirts in front of him cuz he won't give you a moment's peace. He'll be trying to get it at the movies, the back shelves of the library, hell even when your parents step out of the room after Sunday dinner. He has a fever and the only known cure is making you cum.

Don't get me wrong he loves fucking you or having you ride him, your tits bouncing in his face. But there's something else that really gets him going, how you gasp his name when he slides his fingers inside or the way you grab his curls when you're sitting on his face

hehehe, thank you for sending. i think we all deserve a little smutty angus tully drabble in our lives!

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part 1… to be continued?

notes: nsfw. college au. 18+ characters.

getting ready for classes in the morning was one of—if not the—most important tasks of your day. you hadn’t cared an ounce about how other students perceived you, it had nothing to do with having perfectly curled hair or plump, red lips. it revolved around one thing, what you chose to wear and how that affected your boyfriend.

since you had started dating angus tully, going several months strong, the two of you had eagerly explored each other’s bodies. you two followed your hormonal urges and taught each other so many things—what made you whine in pleasure or what had you shaking and crying, begging for more. it was a glorious time of your life, growing used to pulling the tall boy into your dorm room and fucking between classes, his cock buried into the back of your throat or deep inside your pussy.

you spent countless hours every night learning what made angus squirm, how his hips twitched when you’d rub your thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing the pre-cum that leaked out. you hadn’t been prepared for his own enthusiasm, watching anxiously with half-lidded eyes as he kissed down your stomach until he lifted your skirt and pulled your panties aside.

he was slow and meticulous, perhaps a bit unsure, eventually finding your clit and letting his tongue circle the nub slowly—quicker, seeing how that made you react. he licked you up and down slowly, completely tasting and drinking you in, those big brown eyes of his not breaking as he learned every inch of your body.

it took him a couple times of eating you out to be confident in his abilities, successfully making you cum for the first time and watching in awe as your pussy tightened around his fingers as he lapped at your swollen clit. it was addicting, to feel your thighs squeezing around his head, your hands gripping at his curls as your voice cracked when moaning out his name. it was his favourite pastime.

today, you decided to wear a skirt. you knew the implications of your decisions as you hiked it up just an inch or two higher and smoothed down the blouse you tucked into it. you were content, smiling to yourself in the mirror as you wondered where your boyfriend would first find you.

these days were the best because you’d find yourself already so goddamn horny as you walked through campus, anticipating seeing angus. it was late thursday morning, which meant angus had didn’t have class until one o’clock. you ventured to the library, one of the few places you’d usually find him—and when you did, you didn’t bother getting his attention.

he sat at one of the desks in the centre of the library where it held the most traffic, his brows furrowed as he scoured an encyclopedia and scribbled away at a piece of paper. a final essay, no doubt. what a shame that he would soon be forgetting all of what he’d just read.

it was always like a game to you, finding angus in a sea of students and wondering how long it would take for him to spot you. you stood at one of the bookshelves that were near the seating area, right at the end as you pretended to look over the textbooks. medical textbooks, far from your own degree of interest, but your intent was to get up on your tiptoes and reach for something—your skirt riding up.

a quick glance over your shoulder, angus’ face still tilted down and fixated on the words of his text. with furrowed brows and a slight huff, you purposefully knocked one of the textbooks onto the ground. the loud noise startled many students, including your boyfriend.

you made eye contact for a brief moment, only for you to spin around quickly and pick up the book, bending over. your skin felt hot now that you knew his eyes were on you. staring at you with desire, undressing you, all while you’re turned away from him and trying to get your breathing under control.

slowly, you slip the textbook back up into its slot, taking one more shy look over your shoulder. you watched angus as he closed his books, shoving them hastily into his book bag and you took this as a sign to make way for a deserted area. your heart thumped hard in your chest as you absently smoothed down your skirt while you walked, drifting further and further into the depths of the library.

to ease the anticipation and ground yourself in the moment, you lifted a hand so your fingers grazed the spines of each book you passed by. you hadn’t seen any students in this area yet, only feeling the presence of angus turning into the aisle behind you.

“hey,” he called out, keeping his voice quiet, but you could hear the hunger in his voice. you slowed your steps, feeling his hand wrap around your wrist and within a few short moments your back was pressed against the shelf and his lips were against yours.

you moaned easily into his mouth, your lips parting almost immediately as you slid your arms around his neck and tugged on his curls with your hands, “do you like the skirt?” you mumbled messily against his lips, gasping as he pressed his thigh between your legs so you could rub against him to your heart’s desire. you needed the friction—badly.

“what do you think?” he chuckled lowly as his lips pulled away from yours, trailing down your jaw and to your neck. he nipped at the skin and sucked, leaving one or two marks near the collar of your blouse that would leave you wearing turtlenecks for the next few days, “fuck, i need you here,” he breathed, groaning as his hands fell to your hips and helped you roll and grind against his thigh.

“please,” you whimpered quietly, having to reach a hand to cover your mouth as angus kissed down your neck then dropped to his knees in front of you. the sight of this alone made you squirm, feeling the wetness build in your panties—ones you almost didn’t wear today.

angus took a quick look around before he lifted up your skirt, licking his lips as he partially tucked it up into the waistband so the fabric wouldn’t fall in his face. he preferred to be able to look up at you when he ate you out.

“these are my favourite ones,” he murmured in a praise-like tone, his fingers reaching up and tugging aside the black, lacy panties that covered your aching cunt.

his hot breath against you made your jaw go slack and a shiver send up your spine. you’d been in this position countless of times, legs spread and arms clutching to the nearest surfaces to keep you held up. thighs quivering and knees feeling like they could give out any second, with angus between them.

you looked down at him, biting hard on your bottom lip as his tongue circled your clit painstakingly slow—wanting to see you become a puddle because of him.

taking a quick look around and sensing no one else, you allowed yourself to let out the quietest whimper as you rolled your pussy along his mouth. he loved when you did that, fucking yourself on his tongue as he flattened it and tasted your juices, pushing it inside you. one hand lifting your right thigh, pulling it over his left shoulder, the other hand teasing your wet folds.

“angus,” you whimpered as he kept his slow movements, savouring you like a delicious meal as one of his fingers teased your entrance. you both knew you didn’t have the luxury of time, but he couldn’t help but tease you and wait for you to beg, “please.” you breathed, needing more from him. needing to be devoured, “please.”

satisfied, angus pushed two fingers into you, giving you the stretch and fullness that you desired. your head fell back and hit the books behind you, hands gripping tighter on the shelves as his fingers fucked you well and he sucked at your sensitive, swollen clit.

not once did he remove his eyes from you, watching as you had to try keep your voice down, breathing his name out as his fingers curled inside you and pressed against your g-spot, nearly making you scream out his name. he knew every part of you and you fucking loved him for that.

one hand flew down to his wild hair, tugging on his curls as you started to fuck yourself on his fingers, his mouth and chin wet from the way he abused your cunt that was growing tighter and tighter with each thrust of his fingers. he inserted a third, moaning filthily against you when you tugged harder on his hair, closing your eyes shut.

“cum for me,” he told you, pulling his mouth away for a moment so he could command you, “look at me.”

you opened your eyes obediently, looking at him as he smiled up at you. he loved when you looked so disheveled and fucked into euphoria, eyes half-lidded, lips parted and breathing heavy.

he returned his mouth to you, not easing you back into it. his tongue flicked at your clit, sucking on it and lapping at the folds while three of his fingers pummelled deep into your pussy.

that was enough to make your abdomen tighten, the heat inside you snapping when he curled his fingers again and left you shaking. your hips twitched and thighs tensed up as you moaned—quite a bit louder than you should’ve. your orgasm washed over you and left your clit pulsing under the touch of his tongue, wetting his fingers and face as your rocked yourself to completion.

if there was one thing angus loved, it was seeing how hot you looked when you came all over his face.

you felt the smile on his lips as your body slowed and your hushed whimpers came to a standstill, his fingers eventually pulling out of you and removing his mouth. he made sure to slip your panties back into place and untuck your skirt so it covered you up, like nothing ever happened.

through laboured breaths, you watched as angus stood up, smirking as he wiped his mouth and chin, brown eyes watching you recover. all you could do was give him a lazy, tired smile as you leaned all of your weight back onto the shelves.

“are you going to your afternoon class?” you breathed the question out quietly, batting your lashes as you lifted a hand up to his jaw, caressing him.

“fuck no,” he chuckled, wrapping his hand around your wrist and tugging you out of the library and to his dorm.

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ladykailitha · 8 months

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Royal Pain Part 22

Hey, guys! You know how I said there was still plot to go through? Hehehe...

Corroded Coffin gets the opportunity of a life time.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Meta

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Eddie had been staring at the phone in his hand for the last twenty minutes in absolute shock.

He typed into the Corroded Coffin group chat: Emergency meeting, meet at the usual in twenty minutes.

The chat instantly blew up, but Eddie refused to answer any of their questions. He went to his room and blew his guitar a kiss. “Sorry, beautiful. I’m not taking you out tonight, but if everything goes to plan, we won’t be in this dump much longer.”

He ran his fingers gently over the strings, smiling at the sound. He dashed out of the apartment, patting his pockets to make sure he had his keys, wallet, and phone.

Eddie was the last to pull up to the garage they rented to practice in as he lived the farthest.

He wiped his hands on his jeans before he hopped out of his van. He paused outside of the door and took a deep breath. He opened the slowly and peaked his head in.

In addition to his band, Eddie wasn’t surprised to see that Mandy and Cecil were there too. He did say it was an emergency and the only reason Gethin wasn’t there was that because he was in Hawkins with their mom for the weekend.

Cecil was a quiet young man with red hair and glasses. He had a cane that he used to help him move around, having had knees that went bad early in his life.

“Right,” Eddie said, again rubbing his hands on his jeans nervously. “So I got a message from Rick at Nightmare Holes about a half hour ago.”

“He’s not firing us, is he?” Brian asked. Cecil squeezed his shoulder.

Eddie held up his hands. “Right right, sorry. Wrong order. Let’s try this again.” He took a deep breath. “I know I used the emergency send up, but it’s not a bad emergency, and it’s not an emergency on Rick’s end either.”

Everyone looked at each other in confusion.

“So who’s good emergency is it?” Jeff asked.

“Well, it’s a bad emergency on Metallica’s part,” Eddie said with a grin. “But it’s good for us.”

“No,” Gareth said. “No fucking way.”

Brian stood up and walked straight up to Eddie and got in his face. “You tell me right now, Edward Lawrence Munson, are we opening for Metallica?”

Eddie pursed his lips to keep at straight face. “I think that rather depends on the consensus of everyone in the band.”

Brian hugged him tightly. “Explain.”

He sat back down to next to Cecil.

“So the band that was supposed to open for Metallica,” Eddie explained, “their bus broke down and it’s going to take three days to fix it. And while they can get the members here in time, they don’t have the time to get all their gear here.”

Suddenly everyone was trying to talk over each other.

Jeff let out a loud piercing whistle. “Shut up and let him finish.”

Eddie cleared his throat and said, “So their manager was calling around all the local metal bars to see if they could recommend a band to sub in for the opener. Rick told him about us and asked if we were free tonight.” He glanced at his watch. “We have twenty minutes to decide before they move on to the next band.”

The room was now deathly quiet and Eddie gulped.

“Right,” Jeff said, “we’ll go around and ask each member of the band for their vote and then if majority says yes, Eddie will call Rick and that we’ll be there. Agreed?”

Everyone nodded.

“I’ll go first,” Eddie said. “I say yes. Of course I do. This has been my dream for years!”

“Brian?” Jeff said after nodding at Eddie’s answer.

Brian twisted his fingers nervously. “I want this as bad as Eddie does. Maybe even more. So, yeah, my answer is yes.” Cecil smiled at him and Brian smiled back.

“Gareth?” Jeff asked.

The youngest of the band was hunched behind his drum kit, making his small frame appear even smaller. “I know that it’s not going to matter, that we’re going to do it anyway. But I don’t want to. I like what we do. I like small crowds, dedicated fans. I know it’s everyone else’s dream. But it’s not mine. I say no.”

Eddie walked over to Gareth and pulled him in a big hug. “That was so brave of you. Thank you for being honest.”

The younger man nodded and squeezed back with all his might.

Jeff cleared his throat. “I want to do it. It was be the chance of a lifetime. A golden opportunity. But I don’t think we’re ready as a band for that type of crowd. Especially since none of our fans are going to be there. The people that are coming tonight expecting this other band and are going to be pretty disappointed when they don’t show.”

Mandy gave his thigh a quick squeeze. “I know I’m not part of the band and really don’t have a say, but I’d like to say something before Jeff casts his vote one way or the other.”

The band nodded. Mandy hadn’t been there since the beginning, but she had been with them the longest. She had seen their up and downs and knew them better than they did.

“I don’t think it’s about not being ready or just liking a dedicated fanbase,” she said gently. “Though I don’t doubt that’s part of it. This could signal the biggest change in your lives full stop. I noticed that Eddie didn’t bring up the money, so I’m assuming it’s a lot.” Eddie nodded. “That’s scary. And I get that. But when I tell you if you don’t do this you’ll regret it, I mean for the rest of your lives.”

Everyone was silent.

“Everyone here likes Metallica,” Mandy continued. “Hell, even I like their music and I am not a not a metal fan. These are your heroes. And you get to be theirs for one night, how epic is that?”

Gareth blinked. “We get to be their heroes?”

Mandy nodded. “Yeah. They’re in a bind. They need an opening act and if you step up, then you’re their hero. You came to their rescue when they needed it. Plus, you’ll get to meet them and not just with a table between you at some signing. Actually meet them.”

Gareth and Jeff exchanged glances. They both nod.

“I change my answer to yes,” Gareth said.

Jeff chewed on his lip for a moment. “Yeah. Okay. Let’s do this.”

Eddie nodded back. “Okay, I’ll give Rick a call.”

He called up the owner of the Nightmare Holes and told them that they would be there and to send over the contract for them to all sign.

Cecil licked his lips. “How much money are we talking about, Ed?”

“Ten thousand,” Eddie said.

Jeff frowned appreciatively. “Not bad for one night’s work.”

“Each.”

They all stare at him not quite comprehending what he just said.

“Each? Each what?” Gareth asked with a furrowed brow.

“Of us,” Eddie clarified. “Ten thousand for each of us.”

“Oh my god,” Brian said, his eyes wide. “Forty thousand dollars for a single night, forty-five minutes of music? That’s insane.”

Eddie shrugged. “The other band was going to get seventy.”

Jeff leaned forward and cocked his head. “Come again?”

“You’re preforming at the biggest venue in Indianapolis, that’s huge crowd,” Eddie explained. “Metallica makes two million. Forty k, is like a drop in the bucket. It is more than a band like us would normally make. About two thousand a concert. But they’re in a bind and are willing to pay a lot.”

Everyone nodded.

“Sound check is in two hours,” he continued. “So we won’t have time to practice. But we’re professionals. We do this shit every weekend. They’ve given us ten VIP tickets to give to loved ones. That’s three tickets for all but one of us. I only have two people I want to invite, so you guys can take the rest.”

Gareth was already on the phone with Gethin. He looked up at Eddie, “He says that he should be able to pick up Wayne on his way out of town.”

God, Eddie loved his friends with every fiber of his being. He just nodded, suddenly overcome with emotion.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket knowing that this was going to be a hard sell. The shop closed at eight and the concert started at seven. He let out a shuddered breath and hit Steve’s contact.

“Hey, honey,” he whispered when Steve picked up. “Is this a bad time?”

“Not at, sunshine,” Steve said brightly. “I just finished up with a client. What’s up?”

“You know that Metallica concert tonight?” Eddie asked, struggling to get the words out.

“Sure!” Steve said. “Dustin and his friends were going.”

Eddie closed his eyes, and pressed his finger and thumb into the lids. “Yeah? You thinking of going?”

“Not really,” Steve said. “It’s sold out, and I figured since I had to work it wasn’t really a big deal.”

“What if I told you I had two tickets to go see them tonight, VIP?” he asked, his lip beginning to quiver. He started to pace back and forth.

“You want me to go with you?” Steve asked slowly, unsure where this was going. “I figured you would take Jeff first before asking me, love. He loves that band.”

Eddie huffed out a watery laugh, chewing on the edge of his thumb. “That’s sweet, baby. No, he’s already going to be there.”

“Oh cool,” Steve said. “I’ll see if I can move things around, but sure if you want me to go with you, I’d be happy to come.”

Eddie breathed out a sigh of relief. “Great, it starts at seven and goes until ten.”

“So I’d have to get off at six to be ready in time?” Steve asked, sounding a little more up beat.

“Sounds about right,” Eddie said. “I think you’ll really like the opening act.”

“Yeah,” Steve said with a smile, “anyone I’ve heard of?”

Eddie laughed freely for the first time. “Yeah, babe, you’ve heard of them.”

“You sure about that?” Steve teased.

“Corroded Coffin.”

Eddie pulled the phone away from his ear as Steve started screaming on the other end.

Once Steve’s volume returned to normal, Eddie put the phone back to his ear.

“That’s so amazing,” Steve was saying. “You’ll have to tell me all about it later, I’ve got to get back to work. But yeah, babe, of course I’ll be there. I rearrange heaven and earth to see you preform on that stage.”

“See you tonight, sweetheart,” Eddie said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Will do.”

Eddie hung up and did a little dance. Everything he ever wanted just fell into place.

***

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Mario’s Doom (with giggles)

{The gang are all having a sleepover, and Mario gets caught up in something he was a little too cocky about.~}

Luigi invited Mario and Peach over to Bowser’s castle for a sleepover. One reason he did this was because he thought it’d be fun and nice to all be together since the peace treaty, and another because he needed Mario to see how Bowser actually was in his normal environment with Luigi since Mario was still very wary about them dating even though it’s been half a year.

They had never found the time to do something like this with both the brother’s monarch partners always being busy. It was the weekend and both Peach and Bowser finally finished up enough of their work for a few weeks to have some down time. So, Luigi decided it was the perfect time to try to invite his brother again. (He had tried multiple weekends beforehand.)

Mario and Peach arrived with a duffel bag of clothes and other sleepover essentials that afternoon. They were staying the night then the whole day tomorrow.

The afternoon and that night went great. Mario got along with Bowser surprisingly well, albeit verbal stabs at each other here and there. It was a bit later that night, and they were playing Scrabble. Luigi and Peach were great at it. Bowser and Mario? Not so much.

“Why did we have to choose a game that challenges my English skills?” Mario asked.

“I think it’s fun,” Peach said.

“Yeah because you’re good at it,” Mario replied.

“Then it’s a good thing I’m on your team. ..Butter.” Peach placed down the tiles that spelled the word.

Bowser placed down two f’s under the E in butter, “..eff,”

“Eff?”

“Yeah that’s how you spell the letter F, right?”

Luigi sighed with his head in his hands, “Bowser, sweetie..”

An hour into the game, Luigi and Bowser won because Luigi began to take over.

“We win,” he stated, raising his arms tiredly.

He yawned.

“I’m tired, I think I’m gonna turn in for the night.”

“It’s only nine, Weeg. Come on, sleepovers are supposed to last all night!” Peach exclaimed.

“Well, I’m not meant to heheh!” he giggled, stretching.

“If he’s going to bed, I’m going,” Bowser said.

“Ugh fine.. me and Mario will just watch a movie together.”

“Cool, remote’s on the nightstand in the guest room next to ours,” Luigi said.

They all said goodnight, and went to their respective rooms.

Mario was cuddled with Peach about half an hour into the movie they were watching when they heard a loud scream followed by muffled noises they couldn’t make out.

“Lu?!” Mario exclaimed, jumping up.

Peach followed after him, just as worried.

Mario opened the door, and quickly took a few steps towards Bowser’s door.

“Bowser! Stop please!”

Mario’s panic rose. He didn’t even knock on the door, he just tried the lock, and swung it open. His adrenaline was high, and he was ready to beat the fuck out of Bowser for hurting… Luigi?

He rushed through the doorway, then stopped in his tracks when his mind registered the sight before him. Luigi and Bowser in their bed. Luigi in Bowser’s lap with his arms above his head and one of Bowser’s hands stopped on his side. Mario noticed Luigi panting, but smiling, and letting out little giggles.

“Oh. Hey. Sorry, he gets loud,” Bowser broke the silence.

“..W-what are you?.. doing?” Mario asked, his mind still reeling from ‘ready to fight’ adrenaline.

Bowser and Luigi shared a look of embarrassment.

“…tickling him,” Bowser said.

If a koopa could blush, he would’ve been red.

Mario couldn’t help the slight grin on his face at seeing this, and Bowser being so embarrassed.

“Oh, well then carry on,” he shrugged, turning around.

Bowser’s embarrassment immediately dropped, and he wrapped his arm around Luigi’s middle.

“W-wait! Mario help me-HEHEHEHE!” he gasped.

Mario turned back to see Bowser skittering his fingers along his little brother’s side. Luigi snorted, and kicked his legs, giggling madly. Mario stood there watching with a smile.

“M-MAHAHA- MARIO HEHEHELP!!” Luigi screeched as Bowser lifted his shirt up and squeezed his belly.

Mario walked closer to the end of the bed. He thought as he watched Luigi’s legs kick out in front of him. He could help, or stand and watch.. or…

Without another thought, Mario grabbed Luigi’s left ankle.

Luigi gasped, “d-dON’T PLEHEHEASE!!”

Mario ignored his plea and ran a finger down his bare foot before spidering all his fingers all over it. Luigi threw his head back cackling.

“Haha! Seems I have a helper. Your own brother betrayed you, Luigi. I knew you had some evil in you, Mario!” Bowser laughed as he squeezed Luigi’s hips.

“Only if I get to hear my brother laugh,” Mario giggled.

Luigi blushed darker from Mario’s sweet talk.

“Thahahats- that’s so crihihinge!” Luigi squeaked.

Mario fake gasped, “cringe?! Did you just call me cringe?! Oh that’s it!”

He hopped up on the bed, and dove his hands under Luigi’s night shirt, scribbling his belly. Luigi squealed, and twisted in Bowser’s grasp trying to escape the tickly fingers coming at him from all sides.

Bowser nuzzled his snout in Luigi’s neck, and blew. The rippling air made Luigi shriek and fall into silent laughter for a second before hiccuping back into loud cackles. Mario saw this, and did the same on his tummy. Luigi snorted and his laughter fell silent once again. Both finally let up on him, letting him take a normal breath.

“Well, look at that,” Bowser grinned, “we do make a good team, Mario.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Mario rolled his eyes playfully.

Bowser let Luigi roll off of his lap, and lay on his stomach on the bed, panting.

“Oh come on, don’t make me get you, too!” Bowser threatened wiggling his fingers before waving him off.

Mario couldn’t deny the chill that went up his spine.

“Pfft, as if! I’m not even ticklish.”

“Y-yes.. he is,” Luigi panted from beside Bowser, laying on the bed.

“I am not! Also, really? Threatening me with tickling? It seems my brother’s rubbed off on you, and made you soft,” Mario teased cockily, smirking.

“Soft?! HA! You don’t even know who you’re talking to! I can literally be a tickle monster,” Bowser said proudly.

“See! Even you saying that with such pride shows how soft and childish you’ve become!” Mario grinned wider.

Both of them knew this was playful, mean banter.

Bowser looked at Luigi beside him, and Luigi nodded with a wink.

“Well, if tickling is so childish.. then I guess that means, it doesn’t affect you,” Bowser said, his voice suddenly shifting to very teas-y.

Mario scooted back on his knees on the bed a bit. He tried to still act confident, but the heat he felt in his face told him he was failing miserably.

“N-nope! Not at all actually, so don’t even bother,” his voice cracked a little.

Bowser smiled, and without warning, swiped his hand at him, grabbing Mario by the collar of his pajama top. Mario squawked, and pulled back, but it was no use. After fighting Bowser for a few years, one would think Mario would be able to get out of his grasp or outsmart him, but this was different.

He wasn’t being threatened with violence, he was being teased and threatened with tickles, so his body and mind didn’t sense any danger meaning his adrenaline was non-existent making it quite simple for Bowser to grab his arms, and pull him into his lap.

Mario was sat on the koopa’s leg with an arm wrapped around his middle.

“Bowser! S-stop! Don’t even think about it! Luigi help!” Mario pushed on the arm around his chest to no avail.

He had never been so weak against the koopa king. Why couldn’t he fight properly?! It had to be magic, a spell! There was no way he was actually this weak.

“It’s okay, Mario, he just wants to play,” Luigi chuckled, talking as if Bowser was a wild animal.

“What’s the matter, red? Can’t escape the tickle monster? Too bad,~” Bowser almost purred.

Mario felt his face heat up even more and form a wobbly smile, but he tried to shake it off.

“L-let me go!”

“Nah, your cockiness needs to be knocked down a few pegs,” Bowser said.

“Says you!” Mario spat, kicking his legs.

“Ah, see, that’s what I’m talking about. You’re too cocky for your own good.. now, let’s see if we can say the same about your ticklishness.~”

Before Mario could respond, Bowser grabbed his wrists in one hand, and lifted them above his head. Then began very lightly squeezing his side.

Mario gasped, and held his breath, squirming slightly. He tried to act like it wasn’t getting to him, but again, failing miserably. He hoped Bowser would give up, he should’ve known better. It was only going to become worse.

Bowser skittered his claws up his side, spidering into his armpit. Mario snorted, but squeezed his mouth shut tight. After another ten seconds of this, Bowser stopped.

Mario took a deep breath of relief.

“Well, this is no fun..” he sighed.

Mario sighed, too, hopeful Bowser would just push him off his leg.

“..guess I gotta pull out the big guns,” Bowser finished.

The color in Mario’s face drained, then returned a deeper shade of red.

Oh god no what does ‘big guns’ mean?

Bowser reset Mario on his leg as he had slipped down a bit. Before Mario could ready himself, Bowser dug his fingers into his hip, squeezing rapidly. Mario squeaked, and arched his back. He quickly sucked the laughter that threatened to spill back in, but he was tittering on the edge of breaking. Both Bowser and Luigi knew that.

Speaking of, Luigi would’ve joined in tickling Mario as revenge, but now he was intrigued as to how Bowser would break him.

“I know you’re ticklish, Mario.. just because you try to act all big and tough around your Princess, doesn’t mean you actually are. So just let it out. You know you wanna laugh, little man. Go ahead, let out all that laughter just waiting to jump out,” Bowser had leaned close to his ear, talking in a low voice.

Mario shook his head frantically, and pulled on his arms. Bowser stopped. Mario slowly opened his eyes, panting. Then Bowser’s free hand turned into a claw shape and wiggled towards him. Mario knew where it was gonna land, and prepared the best he could.

All of that was thrown out the window after Bowser started talking again.

“I know you can’t hold back longer, shorty. Come on, I know you’re gonna let out all that laughter for me.. why not sooner than later? Better watch out.. I’m gonna… GETCHA!”

“..pFTTAHAHAHAHAHA NO STOP PLEHEHEASE HAHAHAHA!!” Mario screamed as Bowser’s hand quickly darted to his tummy, squeezing and scribbling it.

His scream soon dissolved into loud, high pitched cackles.

“There it is!! Kitchy kitchy coo! You’re so much more ticklish than I thought! I should’ve done this ages ago!” Bowser gleamed.

Mario squirmed, and kicked his legs, trying to move away from the devious hand, but it only followed his movements. Bowser shoved his hand under his shirt, squeezing his belly, and scratching a claw around his belly button. Mario tried to shrink away, pulling his legs up towards his stomach, stomping his feet on Bowser’s knee. Bowser simply squeezed his kneecaps, and reached his hand around to skitter on his foot making Mario screech. His laughter reached a new height from this. This piqued Bowser’s interest instantly. He let go of Mario’s wrists, letting them flop to his sides, grabbed both his ankles in one hand, and tickled all over them with the other. Mario wheezed, tears forming in his eyes.

“PLEASE IT- I-I’M SENSITIHIHIHIVE!” Mario laughed.

“Sensitive huh? You mean you’re ticklish? I can see that! Especially that squishy belly of yours. You and Luigi have that in common I see,” Bowser teased, hand moving back to poke his belly.

“OH MY GOHOHOD STOP HAHAHAHA!! LU, HEHEHEHELP!!”

“Sorry, bro, but I think you kinda deserve this,” Luigi smiled.

Mario had since fallen over out of Bowser’s lap, but couldn’t pull his feet away. In fact, they had been put in an arm lock. He beat his fists on the bed, and tried to pull himself up to grab onto Bowser, but the tickling was just so intense it drained his adrenaline immediately.

“S-SOMEWHEHEHEHERE ELSE PLEHEHEASE IT'S SO BAHAHAHAD!!”

Bowser stayed there for another thirty seconds before finally letting go. Mario took this as an opportunity to curl away from him. This sadly didn’t last long when he felt Bowser grab his hips, and pull him back.

Mario grabbed at the bedsheets trying to crawl away, but couldn’t stop from giggling when feeling Bowser’s claws lightly pinching his sides. He was pulled closer regardless, the bedsheets coming with him. Bowser flipped him back over, and smirked at the nervous giggles and smile below him.

His shirt had been pushed up from being pulled exposing his stomach. Before he could push his shirt back down, Bowser stuck a claw in his belly button making him screech. He then spidered his claws all over his belly. Mario covered his blushing face up as he giggled his ticklish heart out.

“NO MOHOHOHORE!! PLEASEHEHEHE!!”

Fingers creeped under his shirt over his sides to his armpits. Mario squeezed his arms to his sides only trapping Bowser’s hands under them.

“LUIGI HEHEHELP! EHEHEHAHAHA STAHAHAP! I’M TOO- I’M-“

“Too ticklish? Are you too tickle tickle ticklish, hm?~ You know, as annoying as your laugh usually is, it is funny and it’s also funny to see you squirm around helplessly. Trying so desperately to escape the tickle monster.. too bad you’re completely stuck!” Bowser teased.

His teases were so good it started to get to Luigi a bit. He hid his hands in his face smiling and blushing slightly.

Mario glanced over to where Luigi sat slightly behind Bowser, and saw how red his face was.

“WAIT HAHAHA L-LOOK AT HIM! G-GET HIM! GET HIHIHIM!!” Mario pointed in front of him weakly.

Bowser grabbed his wrists, and pinned them above his head to make sure he was still stuck, then turned around to look at Luigi. He couldn’t help the loud laugh seeing his face.

“Luigi? Why are you so red?!” Bowser laughed.

“N-nothing!” Luigi squeaked.

“Oohhh are you wanting to join?~” Bowser said.

Luigi thought he was asking to join him in tickling Mario. He nodded, and scooted closer.

That’s when Bowser grabbed him, and pushed him down next to Mario.

“W-wait! I thought you meant- wait dOHOHON’T HEHEHEHE!” Luigi giggled loudly as Bowser’s hand slipped under his shirt squeezing his ribs instantly. He kept this up for a second before stopping.

He looked down at the brothers, holding Mario’s arms above his head and keeping his other hand on Luigi’s chest to keep him down if he tried to break free. He then scooped up Luigi’s arms, pushed them above his head, then quickly maneuvered their arms together, and held them in his left hand.

Mario and Luigi shared a look to each other of “ah shit.”

“Well now, look at this.. now the tickle monster’s got both brothers in his clutches! I guess y’all should be called ‘super ticklish brothers’ now! Prepare for your ultimate destructions!!” Bowser finished with a playful, evil laugh.

“Luihihigi you dumbass!” Mario giggled trying to dodge Bowser’s fingers coming towards his stomach.

“What?! What’d I do?!”

“You let him trick you!”

“That’s not my fau-HAHAHAHA!” Luigi was interrupted by Bowser suddenly switching up, and leaning down, blowing a raspberry on his stomach.

Bowser leaned back up, a shit eating grin on his face. Luigi couldn’t stop giggling, anticipating another one.

“Yeah, Mario, it’s not his fault! How dare you call your precious brother an asshole! I think you need an attitude adjustment,” Bowser teased.

He began to lean down towards Mario’s belly.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Mario brought his legs up to cover his stomach.

“What’re you gonna do about it? Laugh?” Bowser teased, easily pushing his legs back down, and holding them still.

“If you so much as touch my stomach with your mouth I’m gonna k-ILL YOHOHOU! FUHUHUHUCK!!” Mario tried to threaten him but was quickly broken by the biggest, most intense raspberry he’s ever felt on his tummy.

A few tears started to fall down Mario’s cheeks when he squeezed his eyes shut. Luigi laughed at Mario getting destroyed, then squeaked when he felt claws graze his ribs. Bowser had reached his hand over and skittered his claws on his ribs, and over his hips.

“N-nahahat me too! Bowseheher please!” Luigi giggled.

“Of course you, too! You know you wanted it.~ Your face was so red just from my teasing not even directed at you! Sounded like you wanted to laugh again, too, so, laugh for me!”

“Now, you,” Bowser began looking to Mario, his hand switching from Luigi’s body to his, digging into his ribs, “you said you weren’t ticklish before, but here we are. And the fact you haven’t really tried to get away, tells me that maybe.. you like this?~”

Mario gasped at this accusation.

“I DO NOHOHOT! I LIED BUT I- I DOHON’T LIKE IT!!”

“Is that so? Maybe I can convince you to admit?”

Mario shook his head, begging, “p-plehehease don’t! Please!!”

“Don’t what? I’m not doing anything.”

“Buhuhut you will!”

“I have an idea.. Luigi.. where is Mario most ticklish? Like so bad he can’t stand it?”

“Lu, don’t! I swear! You know I’ll get you!” Mario threatened.

Luigi kept his mouth shut. Not for his brother’s sake, but for his own so he wouldn’t face Mario’s wrath later on.

“If you don’t want to, that’s fine.. you can just laugh yourself silly instead,~” Bowser teased, poising his hand on Luigi’s ribs giving a squeeze.

“EEK! I- I mean.. you kihihinda already found it..” he bit his lip.

“Oh did I? Well, I’ve tickled a lot of spots on him already. So which one are you referring to, darling?~” Bowser’s squeezing became faster and began moving up his ribs.

Mario rolled his eyes and made a face of mock disgust at the obvious flirting happening right beside him.

“It’ssss… hehehe! Ah-! HIS-“ Luigi tried to speak but was stuck between his giggles and not knowing if he really should say anything.

“Hm? I couldn’t understand you..”

Bowser teasingly leaned in closer now digging into his hip.

“AHEE!! HIS F- FEET! HIS HAHAH! HIS FEET ESPECIALLY HIS TOHOHOES!! PLEHEHEASE!!”

Luigi knew he was gonna get so wrecked after this by Mario, but he couldn’t take it! His hips were a death spot!

“LUIGI! I’M GONNA GET YOU SO BAD-“

“And I’m gonna get you,~” Bowser butt in.

Mario gulped.

Bowser let go of both of their wrists, and Luigi rolled away giggling. Mario rolled away quick, standing on the bed, and running behind Bowser. He jumped off the bed, booking it towards the door. He was suddenly stopped in his tracks by Peach standing at the door.

“P-Peach! Please move, I need to run!” Mario pleaded.

Peach gave him a smirk that Mario did not like.

“Hm… I don’t know, Mario, you were acting all high and mighty earlier..” she grinned.

“I’m sorry, please, just let me out!”

“Oh.. fine..” she began to move out of the doorway, then stopped, “oops too late, sorry Mario!~”

Mario’s face dropped then screamed when he felt large arms wrap around him.

“NO! Please! I- I’m ticklish! There! I said it, I admit!” Mario kicked his feet helplessly as his arms were pinned to his sides in Bowser’s grasp.

“I already knew that, Mario, that’s not what I wanted you to admit..”

“Because I don’t like it! I’m not admitting to that!”

“I’ll drop you right now if you admit.”

Mario paused.

“…no! I don’t wanna say that because I know it’s gonna be used against me. And it’s not even true!”

“It is true, he’s told me before, but he usually likes to be the one doing the tickling. But he never minds if he’s tickled back. In fact, he initiates tickle fights!” Luigi exclaimed sitting on the bed.

Mario’s face instantly turned bright red. Did Luigi just-? ..

“LUIGI! YOU’RE SO DEAD ONCE I GET OUT OF THIS!” Mario yelled.

“Ha! Good luck with that, short stack,” Bowser replied, squeezing his arms a bit tighter while simultaneously digging the pads of his fingers into Mario’s ribs.

Mario squealed and wiggled around kicking his feet until Bowser threw him back on the bed, already holding one of his legs knowing he was gonna crawl away. He spun around to sit on the edge of the bed, grabbing his other leg, and trapping them in an arm hold.

“PLEASE! Don’t! L-Luigi help please!” Mario begged.

“Don’t worry, he’ll go easy on ya, right?” Luigi said, patting Mario’s head.

“Sure,” Bowser chuckled.

Mario knew there was no escape no matter how much he wiggled or begged, so his last ditch effort was to scrunch up his feet trying to cover them with one another as best he could. Bowser simply laid a claw on his right big toe. Mario squeaked. His claw ran down his foot. Mario snorted.

“S-stop doing th-thahat..” he groaned.

“Doing what?” Bowser grinned.

“..teasing..” Mario’s voice got quieter.

“Oooh.. alright then.~”

Bowser wasted no time grabbing both of his big toes with the hand holding his feet forcing them back slightly, and quickly skittering his right hand all over his soles.

Mario absolutely screamed.

“BOWS- AAAAHHH!! OH MY GOHOHOD PLEASE! I CAN’T- I- HAHAHAHAHA!!”

He was struggling to get clear words out now. Then he felt claws gently scratching under his toes, and he went silent. Tears began to roll down his cheeks again. He hiccuped back to loud laughter and snorts for a good few moments before falling back into silence when he felt the claws rake over his feet again. The sensations were maddening.

“…HELP-! I- I’M GOHOHONNA D-DIE!!”

Luigi could only smile fondly at his older brother getting absolutely wrecked.

“Okay, Bowser, I think he’s had enough,” he giggled when Mario grabbed onto the leg of his pants desperately.

Bowser finally slowed his assault to a stop, and dropped Mario’s legs down on the bed.

Poor Mario’s face was as red as his shirt. When he felt his legs drop, he instantly pulled them towards himself curling into a ball.

“Hahaha.. ha.. mahahama mia.. hehe..” Mario panted, covering his face.

“You alright, bro?” Luigi giggled.

Mario nodded, looking up at him before getting the strength to push himself up to sit down.

“Phew, that looked brutal, Mario! I knew you were ticklish, but wow!” Peach teased as she walked up to the bed, and gave a teasing poke to Mario’s belly.

Mario squeaked, and curled away. His squeak sounded a bit hoarse from the laughing and screaming he was doing just ten seconds before. In fact, he was still giggling, his nerves still on overdrive. The poke didn’t help either.

“Did I go overboard, red?” Bowser asked, smiling.

“Just a bit.. but.. it’s fine. Hey, it’s better than getting the shit beaten outta me by you,” Mario exhaled.

The three laughed at that.

“Ah so you do like it!? Damn that would’ve been a good way to get information out of you about the princess.. then again, you like it so much you probably wouldn’t want it to stop,~” Bowser teased.

Mario’s face blushed deep again at the teasing and the absolutely false accusation!

“I do not! Swear on my life!”

“Real passionate about not liking it huh?”

Mario only gaped offendedly. But all he could do was close his mouth and cross his arms pouting knowing it was a battle he was gonna lose no matter what.

“Great now everyone thinks I like being tickled..”

“Hey, wait a minute!” Mario turned to face Luigi, “I still need my justice for you not helping me..”

Luigi tensed and began scooting backwards, “w-wait whahat? H-hey let’s not get crazy here, bro..” he tried to look for an out, then saw Peach, and pointed at her, “Peach actively blocked the door!”

“Oh, I know.. she’s getting what’s coming to her later..”

Peach backed away slightly at this (fully knowing she can also wreck him in seconds if she so needed.)

“..but right now,” Mario trapped Luigi between him and the headboard of the bed, “it’s Luigi’s turn..~”

In a desperate attempt to escape his inevitable fate, Luigi shot his arms out to Mario’s ribs, squeezing them.

Mario squeaked and clamped his arms down, but wasn’t giving up that easy. He forced himself to shoot his arms out next, getting Luigi in the same spot.

Luigi threw his head back immediately, trying to keep a hold on Mario’s shirt to levy himself to try and take control back. He targeted Mario’s neck, and Mario toppled over backwards bringing Luigi with him. Luigi was trying to crawl back down to his face because he had ended up slightly above Mario being the taller one. Mario acted fast seeing his stomach slightly below his face, and grabbed his hips blowing a raspberry on him.

Luigi screeched, and collapsed where he was only pushing his stomach onto Mario more. Mario flipped them over and continued to blow raspberries all over Luigi’s tummy and sides, effectively knocking him down.

“OKAY! Okay I gihihive I give! You wihihihin, f-fratehehello!” Luigi snorted.

“Oh no no no little bro, this is what you get for not helping me while in the hands of a wretched beast!” Mario replied, skittering his fingers all over Luigi’s stomach.

“Hey!” Bowser reacted.

Both Peach and Bowser watched lovingly as the brother’s quite literally were rolling around on the bed. It was pretty adorable to witness the two brothers playing together like kids.

They all ended up accidentally pulling an all-nighter.

#ticklefic #lee!mario #lee!luigi #ler!bowser #bowuigi #fluff #tickle fights #sfw tickling community #sfw tickling #tword community

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theslay3d · 1 year

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Percy Jackson x reader in which the reader is part of the Titan's army and betrays Percy

Percy Jackson x Any camper!reader

Gender:Gender neutral

Warnings: um death? i think thats all yes

Word count:824

A/N hehehe we love the angst i hope you enjoy this. Sorry its taking me so long to do requests the holidays have made me tired lol ALSO this is probably not canon as i haven’t read this book in awhile

The battle was here and you had to choose. You didn't want to hurt camp but Luke has been manipulating you from the start. Ever since you got to camp. Every quest you were on. You always heard him in your head. Telling you that you could change the world and finally be noticed by your parent and you believed him.

So you fed him information you tried to give fake information once but apparently he had another spy who told him differently so you learned to not give anything fake. Only some half truths which eventually turned into full truths.

You did like Percy and didn't want to hurt him. He was the only one there for you besides Annabeth and Luke but in the prophecy if it's about him he was gonna die anyway. So if the only person that was there for you was gonna die why even try?.

You were at camp when Percy contacted Chiron to bring all the campers to where he was. You knew the battle was gonna start soon. You all got there and a few hours later it began.

You snuck off in the middle of all the chaos and went to contact Luke who merged with Kronos. You knew it was now Kronos but something about his mannerisms still seemed like Luke to you. You thought maybe he was still in there.

“What are their plans” Luke/Kronos demanded as soon as the iris message came through.

You told him everything you knew and he nodded.

“Good job. When i get there i want you to come to me i want to see the shock on Jackson's face”

Your eyes widened “W-what?”

Kronos smirked “What? You thought you wouldn't fight in battle against your camp with me?”

You swallowed it was much easier to believe this was Kronos then Luke right now.

He continued his sentence. “That's too bad Y/n you will be joining my side when i get there” He reached out and swiped through the message.

You sat in the room alone now. A tear escaped your eye before you could stop it. Suddenly the door opened.

“Y/n! We've been looking for you it's time to go”

It was Percy with his messy black hair and sea green eyes.

You weakly smiled “Sorry i just i needed a minute”

He walked forward to stand next to you. You were shocked when he reached out to hug you. “If we make it out of this i need to tell you something Y/n”

You broke from the hug and stared at him. “Alright Percy i'll remind you we both know that you will forget”

He laughed along with you. Why couldn't this moment last forever?

You were now on the bridge with Kronos coming toward you on his horse. At that moment you knew it was time to make the choice. You knew he would call you forward and ask you to join him by his side. What you didn't know was if you could not accept and fight next to Percy.

You turned your head to Percy. This might be the last time you'll see him from the same side.

Finally Kronos made it there. You Percy, and Annabeth all stared him down.

He smirked just like Luke used to do. “Oh Y/n you know what time it is” He taunted.

Percy and Annabeth’s heads snapped towards yours “What's he talking about Y/n?” Percy asked, his head tilted.

You held in your tears as you whispered to them “I'm sorry” and walked forward to join Kronos’s side. Both Percys and Annabeths moths parted in shock. The look in their eyes made your heart break.

Kronos let out a laugh “You should see your faces right now it's amusing really” He let out another laugh and continued “What Jackson do you think they actually cared for you? No they were on my side the whole time”

Before anyone could say anything Annabeth broke forward “You TRAITOR I TRUSTED YOU” She pointed at you as tears escaped both of your eyes.

“I'm sorry” You repeated over and over.

Finally Percy did something. He reached forward and grabbed Annabeth's hand and pulled her back. “Don't” you could hear him mutter to her.

His eyes met yours. Instead of seeing the usual care that he had in his eyes he had hurt and disappointment in them. “How could you Y/n? W-we loved you. You were our friend”

You winced at the past tense words he used but before you could say anything Kronos broke in “This is getting tiring ive already seen the broken look in little Jackson's eyes its time to fight”

That was the last time you saw Percy besides from where you fell with Ethan. You apologized again and let go from where you held on to.

Percy screamed as he watched you fall, unable to do anything.

#percy jackson fanfiction #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson #percy jackson angst #percy jackson and the olympians fan fiction #the last olympian #annabeth chase #ethan nakamura #luke castellan

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lotanxiety · 6 months

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The Girl Who Cried Wolf pt 2

A/N: Ahhh okay I’m quite thrilled about the response on the first part of this and I’m excited to make this a series! Like I mentioned, this is my first time doing this so bear with me as the plot progresses! If there are things you want to happen, suggestions of where it should go, etc feel free to drop in the notes <33

Summary: Soft Dean being sweet to you after a nightmare, slow burn hehehe

Warnings: just fluff really… for now😈

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About an hour after you had fallen asleep, Dean stepped outside to call Sam and make sure he’s handled everything back at your house. While Dean was outside the motel room talking to Sam, he heard you scream.

Bursting through the door, he saw you rolling around and shaking in your bed. In a second, he was by your side trying to wake you up. “Shhh shh Y/N wake up, it’s just a dream. I’m right here, please wake up.” With a gasp you come out of your nightmare to reality which was your nightmare. Tears flood your eyes again and Dean goes to hold you. You look up at him, and his hearts breaks once again for the girl he just met. “C-can you… possibly stay here” you ask more vulnerable than you’ve ever been. Dean nods, sinking down further into the bed with you, still holding you close. Being wrapped in his warm embrace was the most comfortable you had ever felt in your life. You didn’t grow up with a loving family and had never been in a relationship. You didn’t realize how much you needed to be held not only before this tragedy happened but especially now. Dean somehow knew that and had been comforting you in the way you didn’t know you needed. You were extremely grateful and wanted to do something to thank the brothers, however how do you thank someone for saving you from a werewolf, comforting you from the trauma, and helping you clean up the aftermath? That was too much to think about so you decided to make it tomorrow’s problem. Finally, you drifted off to sleep for the second time, but this time without the nightmare.

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The next morning, Dean woke up with you in his arms. As he blinked himself awake, he was careful not to move because he didn’t want to disturb you. Dean studied your face. You looked so peaceful, he dreaded the moment you would wake up and have to face reality again. He knows what that’s like and it pains him to see this girl who tried to make a better life for herself end up the same as him. He wanted to do everything in his power to keep her safe and try to get her life back on track. He wasn’t exactly sure what was so special about this girl, but the longer he stared at her sweet, sleeping face, the bigger the swell in his chest got. She was also wearing his shirt which he has never let another girl do. Their situation was anything but sexy, however for a brief moment he couldn’t help but let himself think. She was absolutely stunning, even covered in dirt and blood. Then she stepped out of the shower in his shirt and he quickly had to bring himself to reality to keep those thoughts away since they weren’t appropriate at the time. Dean became more increasingly aware of the beautiful woman wrapped around his body, in his clothes, and immediately jumped out of bed, still trying to be as gentle as possible as to not wake you, to take a cold shower. Sam was still asleep in the adjacent bed. When you woke up not too long after, you laid there staring at the ceiling preparing yourself to face everything. Finally, after deciding you’ll never truly be ready, you stood up and walked over to your destroyed clothes that sat in a pile on the floor. That’s when Dean walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel draped over his lower half. You accidentally stare at the man in front of you, really appreciating the view. “Like what you see?” Dean says with a smirk on his face. Your cheeks go red, quickly averting your gaze. “Dean, I’m so sorry I- didn’t mean to stare. You just surprised me.” you sputter the words out quickly. Deciding not to make further comments as to try and not make you uncomfortable, Dean grabbed his clothes and retreated back to the bathroom, smirk still proudly on his face. You rub your hands over your face, embarrassed he caught you staring and replaying what just happened over in your mind. Sam wakes up and sits up in his bed. “Mornin Y/N” he says with a yawn. Once he opens his eyes more, he reads the look on your face. “Are you okay? Well that’s a stupid question considering what has happened, but I mean you look kind of…spooked” Sam says. “Yeah… no.. i- i am uh… totally fine yeah” you stutter out, face still flushed. Sam decides to leave it alone. Dean exits the bathroom, fully clothed this time, and you rush in to change. As you two pass, an unspoken volt of electricity passes between the two of you. The rest of the morning is pretty quiet.

You guys all go to a diner for breakfast before Sam and Dean drive you back to your parent’s house.

“I know it can’t be easy staying here, are you sure this is where you want to be?” Sam asked you.

“I was going to move back in with my parents, so it’s not like I have anywhere else to go anyways. I’ll be fine.” You say trying to remain as stoic as possible. “I uh- have something for you guys. It’s kind of stupid, but I don’t know how to thank you for all that you’ve done for me.” You say handing a piece of paper to Sam and another one to Dean. You had spent your time in the back seat sketching each of them in the most epic scene, so hopefully they could see themselves as you do; heroes.

“Oh my god, this is incredible” Sam says reaching to hug you. Dean stands there with the paper in his hands and tears fighting their way to the surface. He choked them back before you broke away from Sam so you couldn’t see.

“I didn’t know you could draw. This is uh- really nice. Thank you Y/N” Dean says, pulling you in for a hug as well. When his arms wrap around your body, you both melt into each other. Not without some hesitation from both parties do you guys pull away. You watch from the porch as the brothers load into the Impala and drive away, never to be seen again… Or so you thought.

#dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam and dean #supernatural #fanfic #sam winchester #impala 67

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lil-writer-523 · 1 year

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I saw your post for multiverse requests.

How about Reader x Kaminari in a Percy Jackson AU?

Oooh! This is great, I love this already. Thank you for being the first ask for this series! I hope you enjoy!

The Bright Side

Kaminari was trying to look on the bright side. His mother had always taught him that whenever things seemed bad, to find something good. But it was really hard to think of any bright side when his entire day seemed like an absolute mess. First, he hadn't woken up on time, because his best friend Sero from Hermes Cabin had stolen his alarm clock. Which he planned on taking revenge, but probably later when the boy would be caught off guard. Then, during archery training, he was so tired that he almost sent his arrow directly into the Centaur who trained him, Aizawa. That got him a nearly half-hour stern lecture on how "weapons weren't toys, they were tools." Then, because the lecture had taken so long, he ended up almost missing the weekly Capture the Flag game. Bakugou chewed him out for it until Kirishima finally calmed him down.

If all of that wasn't enough, he realized that his favorite Camper and long time crush was on the opposing team. Y/N, child of Hephaestus, was a sight to behold on normal days, bit when it came to Combat? Not only did they give the Ares kids a run for their money, but their inventions were known to be the best of the best, even when compared to the rest of their cabin. Denki has had a crush on them since he first got to camp, and a year of being really good friends hadn't changed that one bit. So he was definetely a little a lot distracted, and nearly electrocuted some of his teammates with how flustered he got. They even lost the game when on of Y/N's inventions, a flying solar-powered drone, had snatched their red flag and flown it over to their side before anyone could stop it.

All in all, it's been a day. And now, sitting alone at Zues Cabin's table, Denki was down in the dumps. After having such a bad day, he felt more alone then ever, being separated from the people he called his friends. He pushed around the food on his plate, having already sacrificed part of his meal. He was so caught up in his thoughts, he didnt notice a figure making their way toward him until they were already seated next to him. "What's got you down, Kaminari?" He froze, his eyes slowly looking over to see that Y/N had just say at his table. Right next to him.

He nearly shocked himself in surprise hehehe, get it? Shocked? as he swiftly looked around. Aizawa had strict rules about Cabin memebers sitting at each other's tables, something about the Gods possibly finding it disrespectful. But the Centaur was nowhere to be seen. "Um, wha-" Y/N laughed at the baffled look on Denki's face, and his cheeks flushed at the sound. "Aizawa likes coffee, so I may or may not have bribed him into letting me sit with you. You looked a bit upset, so I figured you'd like some company." Denki couldn't help but match their smile, and for the rest of the evening, the two chatted about anything and everything, all while ignoring the eyes of other campers.

"Oh my god, why won't they just kiss already?!" Mina, daughter of Aphrodite, was steaming as sh ev witnessed the slow burn that was Kaminari and Y/N's relationship. Sero laughed at the pinkette, knowing she's been a long time shipper of the two, ever since Y/N had come to Aphrodite Cabin for love advice. He's surprised the electric boy hadn't figured it out yet. The two continued to talk for the evening until the end of supper, and then Y/N grabbed Denki's hand, dragging him away from the dining hall. Denki's face immediately flushed, his body buzzing as he tried to suppress his electricity, in order to not shock them. A few sparks still touched their hand, but they were unfazed, even when their hair stood on end a bit.

They finally arrived at his Cabin, and while Denki was disappointed that they let go of his hand, he was quickly surprised to see them hold out a small package to him. "Here. It's for you." They gently placed the package into his open hand, and with excitement, he quickly opened it. He was a little confused when he held up a small ball, almost the size of a baseball. It fit perfectly into his hand, and he turned it over in his hands a few times to feel every part. "Its something I made for you. Um-" They rubbed the back of their neck in embarrassment, a small blush lighting I their own cheeks. Denki smiled, having never really received gifts from anyone beside his mom. "Try, um, try shocking it." Y/N suggested. He looked unsure a moment, remembering all the toys he broke in his childhood because of his power. But, having trust in them, he began to lightly shock the small ball. To his amazement, it began to glow a golden color. Y/N smiled in glee, happy their invention was working so far.

They quickly grabbed his other hand, slipping on a similar colored glove onto his hand. "Now toss it." They instructed. Again, he was confused, but did as instructed, and tossed the glowing ball a few feet in the air. It suddenly erupted in a shower of sparks, nearly striking both of them if Denki hadn't grabbed Y/N and threw them both to the side. The shower stopped after a few seconds, and he turned his head to see the ball land on the ground, no longer glowing. "Yes! It worked!" Y/N cheered, beginning to ramble about the inner workings of the device, and how the glove could call the ball back to it, so that it could be used as a light, a weapon, or simply a place to store energy to be used later.

Denki was comprehending the words they said, but his mind was a little too focused on them. After the absolute tiring day he had, the most frustrating part had to be that he felt too cowardly to just freakin confess that-

"I like you."

Y/N's voice halted immediately. They stared at Denki in shock, and he blushed as he realized HE JUST SAID THAT OUT LOUD!! "Um, wh-what I meant was, uh-" He started trying to stutter put some semblance of an explanation as to why he would just blurt out something like that, but he was suddenly pulled into a tight hug. "Really?! You mean that?! Cause I've liked you for a while, and I was trying to find some way to say it tonight, but then you said it, and I'm really happy you said it cause I like you too!" Denki chuckled at their short rant, hugging them back just as tightly. They ignored the background voice squealing as others cheered until a voice shouted "ITS NEARLY CURFEW YOU IDIOTS, GO TO BED!" They both laughed as they pull away from the hug, Denki helping Y/N off the ground and giving a wave as he turned to go inside. Before he did, they quickly kissed his cheek, smiling before running off with a "See you tomorrow Denki!" He blushed with a goofy smile as he flopped into his bed, his while body buzzing as his new gift glowed brightly. Guess he finally found today's bright side, huh?

Thank you @therobishow for the ask! I had lots of fun with this one! I tried to keep it gender-neutral as best I could, so i hope you like it!

#lots of love #bnha x reader #mha x reader #denki x reader #kaminari x reader #denki kaminari x reader #denki kaminari #THROUGHOUT THE MULTIVERSE #THROUGHOUT THE MULTIVERSE Series

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razorblade180 · 2 years

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Constitution

On the outskirts of Dragonspine, Shenhe twirls her spear in the midst of combat, training her nephew. Chongyun’s skill with a blade is pretty commendable. His firm footing and sudden acceleration makes the force of his strikes cut through the chilled air. Shenhe however, is more experienced and skilled; raising her spear upward as he strikes to knock the greatsword to the sky before it crashed to the ground.

Chongyun:Darn it!

Shenhe:No, that was good. A valiant effort from start to finish. Do need a break?

Chongyun:I’m fine. It’s only been half an hour but I feel like I’m improving far more than if I was alone. Thank you for taking the time to train me.

Shenhe:Well I wouldn’t call myself a busy person. Also I like this. Training alone helps focus the mind, but thoughts have a way of being more distracting than the company of others at times. I welcome the change of pace. *smiles*

Chongyun:I’m glad you feel that way. Any lesson you teach, I’ll happily accept.

Shenhe:Is that your way of trying to get me to teach manifesting an avatar?

Chongyun:*red* It…crossed my mind.

Shenhe:Hehe, one day. Not today however. I had something else in mind.

Chongyun:I’m ready for it! Just give me a moment.

He took out a popsicle to calm himself, but Chongyun was robbed of the helpful tool by Shenhe faster than he can process.

Chongyun:Huh!?

Shenhe:Nope. No popsicles today. I intend on making you sweat.

Chongyun:Excuse me?

Shenhe:I understand your affliction with heat is a hindrance. Not only when it comes to spirits, but in demeanor as well. Having a way to counter it is helpful. However, take it from me when I say you should be learning to function without such tools. Now that you’re warmed up I believe now’s the perfect time to train in unfavorable situations.

Chongyun:Umm are you sure? I’ve tried many times to not let heat get the better of me. I’m afraid it impossible.

Shenhe:If there’s anything I know, it’s that impossible doesn’t exist in this world.

She picks up a rock and hurls it into a bush. Without warning, a fiery explosion startles Chongyun. Multiple explosions happen after another until they’re surrounded by a big ring of fire.

Chongyun:You had barrels set up!?

Shenhe:We’ll work on your observation skills another time.

xxxxx

Rigid movements thawed amongst the flames. Chongyun’s blade work had become volatile, slicing the air and manifesting ice way more aggressively towards his aunt. Shenhe was definitely moving faster, sensing the urgency of avoiding his attacks. Still, his power was well within what she can handle. She found an opening just like before and knocked his blade away. However….

Shenhe:Good, but you-

The boy still ran at her, now swinging a spirit blade. Shenhe hastily brought her spear up to block, shattering the ice on impact; and what should’ve marked Chongyun’s typical end to an assault was prolonged with one move neither expected. Caught up in the heat of the battle, Chongyun punched his aunt right in the face. As her lip bled, they both paused in shock.

Shenhe:….

Chongyun:*covers mouth*….I’m so sorry. I didn’t-

Shenhe:Haha! Well then, that was unexpected hehehe. Let my guard down; that’s on me. Nice work.

Chongyun:Are you okay? I don’t know what came over me.

Shenhe:A little blood never hurt anyone. I wanted you to cut loose and you are. So how’s it feel.

Chongyun:I…don’t dislike it. It’s different, unknown. *smiles*

Shenhe:Then let’s figure it out together.

Chongyun:Thank you.

Shenhe:No thanks necessary. To feel unburdened is a joy all experience.

Chongyun:Then…allow me to grant that for you. Even if it’s only a little.

Shenhe:I don’t think that’s-

Chongyun:Impossible doesn’t exist in this world. Let’s both step forward together, as family.

Shenhe:..Very well.*removes earrings* Brace yourself.

Chongyun:Yes ma’am!

[Some time later...]

Xiangling:Welcome to W- aaahh!

The entire restaurant couldn’t help be stare at the tall, mysterious woman, her face scratched up and lip bleeding while her clothes were burned. Also, the small battered and equally bloody boy draped over her shoulder was highly concerning.

Xiangling:Chongyun!!!

Shenhe:Five cryo whopper flower popsicles please.

Hu Tao:*walks in* Xiangling! Fire up the stove because I’m starving to dea- Ahh oh my gods! Chongyun, you’re a corpse!!! I never even got the chance to-

Chongyun:*raises head*

Hu Tao….To give a coupon. Yep. That’s what I was going to…*clears throat* yep.

Shenhe:May I please get those popsicles? Maybe a washroom? I didn’t mean to make a mess.

Xiangling: *inhales* Would you kindly explain the mess while I get the popsicles perhaps?

Chongyun & Shenhe: *smiles* Training!

Hu Tao & Xiangling: *visible concern*

Xingqui:*walks in* Good afternoo-…. Do I even want to know?

#genshin impact #shenhe #chongyun #xiangling #xingqui #hu tao

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ahogechef · 1 year

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*after making sure the only things of hers that are free from the burrito are her two arms, taka then proceeds to prop the burrito'd chef upright on the couch before he... hands her a controller!!*

"You are to remain right here as punishment for your lack of rest yesterday! And, to make sure you do not even think about cooking for the next half an hour, we are going to play this miniature game collection together! This way you can only only have fun, but I can make sure you actual rest!" *taka has a very serious look on his face as he sits down right beside her, tightly gripping a controller of his own!*

"O-Oh my god...." How did this even happen, she wonders to herself... One second she was trying to get away from Kiyotaka and the blanket he had been holding; and the next, he successfully caught and rolled her up in the blanket, anyway, save for her arms. "T-Taka, come on!!" She whines, pouting her cheeks as she crosses her arms. "I know I overdid it a little yesterday, but I told you I won't work as long without a break agai....huh?" She trails off when he hands her a controller, blinking in confusion.

"A... Miniature collection game...? O-Oh, I... guess that'd be pretty fun to play together.... better than just being completely wrapped up and staring up at the ceiling... but, hey, if I win....then you've gotta let me go! At least, earlier than intended, okay?! And don't worry, don't worry, I'd still be resting; just that a winning condition will make playing together even more fun, don't you think? Heheh!"

#JFKFDJFDK she is such a bonehead!!!! Kaede!!!!#do NOT let her out that blanket burrito even if she does 'win' Taka!!!#in fact keep her in there LONGER for even suggesting that smh!!!#kaede answers;;#essenceofjustice

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opalesense · 3 years

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oh my god Your 'a sight to behold' work was mhmfmmsmamzx, i love it. im sosososoossosoo curious as to what graphic details you have in mind 😏

lose control

zhongli, childe, diluc, kaeya & f!reader (NSFW)

3.5k words • ~22 min. read

summary: a part two to this where the boys are unable to fight their urges when they see you helplessly stuck in a wall.

warnings: slight dubcon, choking, cunnilingus, facefucking, a bit of zhongli favoritism oops!

notes: omg hehehe thank youu i’m so glad you liked it <3 i wrote it at 2AM and was so surprised it turned out decently well for my fuzzy brain HAHA anyway as for the graphic details... i only left them out originally because i wasn’t sure if anon wanted straight up full nsfw or not >////< but since you asked you shall receive... <3

zhongli

Zhongli effortlessly took the rocks off of you, waiting and watching your slight movements for a few moments before your eyes finally fluttered open. A throbbing pain in your temple sent one of your hands to gently massage it, making you wince quietly in pain. “Zhongli...”

“This is the result of carelessness and insufficient planning,” he crossed his arms and studied your curves as he calmly scolded you. “Next time, let me take the lead.”

As you laid there massaging your head, his eyes traced up and down your body, fixating on the way your legs were helplessly spread in front of him, parted in such a way that he knew he would fit perfectly if he sat between them. Following that train of thought, he uncrossed his arms and slowly climbed on the bed of rocks, letting his body hover over you and supporting his weight with a hand planted above your head.

His free hand crept up your shirt, pulling it up in the process. The way he suddenly exposed your torso made you gasp and simultaneously wince again from the sudden movements. You weakly placed a hand on his forearm, initially in instinctual protest but then relaxing as you knew this was not just some stranger from the outside, but a man you trusted. “Z-Zhongli, what are you-“

“Checking for injuries, of course,” he lied with a coy smile which made you softly giggle. His hand slowly caressed your bare hips and waist, noticing the way your skin formed goosebumps at his touch. You watched as his gloved fingers hovered over your bruises and scrapes, making their way up your torso then finally pulling your bra up to reveal your breasts. You swore you could hear the hunger in his low growl as his eyes were desperately fixated on your half naked body.

“Zhongli, at least take me home first–“ you attempted to speak up but he interrupted you by wrapping his hand around your throat, applying pressure while his knee wedged itself in the empty spot between your legs. As you choked, you finally got a good look at his face. The amicable yet stoic expression Zhongli usually had was replaced with something more sinister, more lustful. With heavily breaths and shaky hands, you could sense he was getting needier by the second.

“Right now?” you managed to whisper as you stared into his glowing amber eyes. Unable to form coherent words now, all he could do was press his forehead against yours and let his lips quiver as he fought the thoughts that flooded his mind. He knew he shouldn’t do this. He knew he should help you get home and ensure that your wellbeing is secured. A war raged on inside his head, the logical side of him trying to fight his urges, but he knew he couldn’t uphold this for long. His body couldn’t help but latch onto yours, grinding against you in desperation. You two didn’t need to say much to each other to know when Zhongli was craving you like this. Looking down at his knee slowly rubbing against you, you already knew what was going to happen. From the sight of you so vulnerable under him, your legs spread out in a perfect position for him to take you, all he wanted to do in this moment was chase his release. And yes, he needed to do it now.

You tilted your chin up to plant a sweet kiss on his lips, slightly catching him off guard. He let go of your throat as he gave you another short kiss back, letting out what sounded like a whimper once he pulled his face away. You sighed contently as you glanced down at his growing bulge. “Well, make it quick, okay? Then we can continue this at home–“

Immediately after hearing your approval, Zhongli wasted no time to lean down and wrap his lips on one of your nipples, immediately biting and sucking, causing you to arch your back and gasp at the sensation. He simultaneously freed his already hardened cock from his pants, slowly pumping it with his hand and letting out a low groan, sending vibrations to your nipple. You whimpered in pleasure, instinctively trying to pin your knees together in an attempt at modesty which only squeezed him closer to you.

He let go of your nipple and lifted himself up, now standing in front of you and slowly pumping his cock as he looked down at the sight of your lewd position. “Please tell me if this is too much,” he managed to tell you before he lifted one hand towards a boulder and crushed it into a peculiar shape with one swift movement.

Before you could process why he was now hovering the large rock over your body, you felt the earth rumble below you and push you upwards, straightening your spine as if you were laying on a table. Your legs began to dangle off the edge of the newly made platform as he locked you in place with the boulder he had shaped, which you noticed had a space carved into it only large enough for your waist to be pinned down. It was all adding up now as he grabbed both of your legs and pulled you closer to him, ensuring that you couldn’t escape his cleverly built trap.

Lifting your knees over his shoulders and pulling your underwear to the side, you felt his erection prod your slick entrance before he slowly pushed himself inside of your cunt, groaning in pleasure as he grabbed ahold of your thighs for stability. He began to rock his hips back and forth immediately, leaving you breathlessly moaning at the little time you had to adjust to his size.

“Only you make me feel this way,” he muttered as his grip on your thighs tightened. He leaned forward to pound into you at a better angle, his hips slamming into yours with each powerful thrust. “Only you can make me lose control of myself so easily...”

childe

“...I’m sure I can make all the pain go away and replace it with pleasure instead.”

Childe’s words echoed in your head as he yanked your underwear down and firmly gripped your ass, spreading your folds apart and making you shiver at the sudden exposure. You tried to wiggle your way out of the pile of rocks in protest, but that only pushed you further into his grasp, making him laugh at your pathetic attempt to escape. You didn’t want to admit that this was slowly turning you on, but looking down at the damp stain in your underwear, Childe knew regardless.

“You make it so easy for me,” he traced a finger over your already wet folds, eliciting a whimper from your throat. “You make it so easy for me to conquer you and remind you that you’re mine to play with.”

Even though you weren’t eager to get toyed around with, given the current circumstances of being completely locked in with nowhere to go, you weren’t completely opposed either. You couldn’t help but mewl at the feeling of Childe suddenly pushing one gloved finger inside of your trembling cunt, slowly curling his digit to massage your walls. “At least... take me home first...” you whined cutely, he thought.

“Why should I when you’re already enjoying yourself here?” he pulled his finger out momentarily only to push back in with two fingers, “Look how wet you are when we’ve only just begun...”

Childe could hardly contain himself either, but he didn’t want to verbally admit it. If only you could see how hard he was getting by the second just by staring at your vulnerable holes and the way your underwear hung around your knees, or the tiny squirming of your legs when he pushed the right spots inside you. If only you could see the way his eyebrows knitted together, breath stuttering as he fantasized about railing you into next year in this position, fucking you into the wall for hours until you cried for him to stop.

But for now, he decided he’d show you some mercy and make it quick. As he used his free hand to unbuckle his pants and unsheath his cock, he was determined to hear your screams echo around the walls of the cavern first before letting you go. “Hold still for me, okay? It’s not like you can go anywhere, anyway,” he chuckled then pulled his fingers out to grip your ass and position himself behind you, “I’ll make you feel so good...”

“Childe, wait–!” was all you could say before moaning in ecstacy as he began to drive his cock into your aching hole, each inch pushing apart your walls so deliciously that he couldn’t help but moan too. He stayed still for a moment, bottomed out inside of you, head pressed up against the rocks as he relished in the feeling of you clamping around his cock. But before you could relax and bask in the delightful feeling of being stuffed full, he squeezed your ass with both hands and began pounding into you with no second thought.

Whatever pain you might have had before was surely gone by his penetration alone. He knew how good he was screwing you by the way you whimpered out his name in between moans, or the way you subtly pressed up against him with the limited movement you had, matching his rhythm. “You better pray that I don’t lose control and fuck you here until the sun rises,” he said with a dubious smirk that you wish you could’ve seen, “But I bet you would like that, wouldn’t you?”

diluc

To say Diluc was nervous as his eyes were pinned on your thighs rubbing together was an understatement. He could feel himself getting more aroused by the second, staring at your underwear and noticing a subtle wet stain that had developed beforehand. Your words were completely drowned out in his mind. All he could focus on was resisting his urges and maintaining his composure like a true gentleman.

But surely a gentleman could be a little self indulgent now and then, right? Especially since you were tempting him so badly wiggling around like that, he couldn’t help but wonder if you were doing this to him on purpose.

He took a few steps closer to the wall and adjusted his gloves before reaching into his coat pocket for a hair tie. “Could you repeat that again for me, dear?” he tilted his head as he gathered his long strands into a ponytail, never taking his eyes off of your glistening skin.

You happily obliged, listening to him kneel down behind you, assuming he was just picking up another rock. “I was just saying how – Diluc?”

Your assumption couldn’t possibly be more wrong. He interrupted you by pulling your underwear down to your thighs, licking his lips as his hungry gaze traced your wet folds, imagining what your face must look like by how he took you by surprise. His grip on your thighs tightened as he fantasized about you, the straps of your underwear still wrapped around his fingers to keep his hands on you no matter how much you squirmed underneath him.

He leaned down to press a sweet kiss on your clit, eliciting a gasp from you in response. Smirking, he stuck out his tongue and began slowly tracing the wet muscle around your folds, savoring your taste and savoring the sweet moans you gave him at the same time. “Keep making those pretty sounds, my love,” he whispered, his hot breath against your cunt driving you crazy.

His slow and sensual kisses on your cunt was only the start of his feast. Each kiss was accompanied with small circles he rubbed into your thighs with his thumbs and low periodic groans that sent vibrations through his tongue, making you whimper in ecstacy. But as much as he loved taking things slow and steady, he wanted to hear you cry out his name. He wanted to see how far he could take you to the edge by his control alone. He wanted to make those pretty legs tremble violently under his touch.

In one swift motion, he began to prod his tongue against your entrance, stretching your folds by drawing circles with his eager muscle. If only the rocks weren’t holding you down along with his hands pressing your thighs into place, you surely would have been thrashing around at the way he teased you with his tongue alone. Slowly, he began to extend his tongue into you more, inching his face closer to your aching hole and stopping once his nose met your skin. The sensation of his tongue gently quivering inside you made you melt, even more so when he started to fuck you at a steady pace with his mouth, eyes fluttering closed as he relished in your taste.

Soon, his movements started to reflect how hungry he really was for you. He bobbed his head steadily, stifling his moans so he could listen to yours. He took one hand off of your thigh to gently rub your clit with his thumb, still fucking you with his tongue and making you subtly rock your hips back and forth to match his rhythm. It hadn’t even been very long since he laid his hands on you, but your body couldn’t help but react to how worked up he was making you.

And of course, he would notice these reactions. Your shaky rhythm against his was an indicator to hold you down firmly and quicken his pace, and surely enough, the heat in your core was starting to build up. You buried your head in the rocks, flustered and blushing more than you ever had before. “D-Diluc...! More... more, please!”

When he pulled his tongue out, you figured he was just going to be mean to you and deny your orgasm but you were pleasantly mistaken. To your surprise, after a moment of rustling as he took one of his gloves off, he pushed two fingers inside of your needy hole and began to hit your sweet spot immediately as he fingered you, almost as if he had memorized what makes you cry out in pleasure. His eager lips began to suck on your clit as well, his heart set on making you cum on his fingers.

Soon enough, you couldn’t contain it anymore. Your legs quivered as you reached your peak, your mewling and whining sadly muffled by the rocks but loud enough for him to hear you clearly enough. The sound of his name being echoed throughout the cavern as your orgasm exploded on his bare fingers was enough to make his cock throb. With heavy, warm breaths, he pulled his face and fingers away from you to let you calm down from your climax, his face flushed red and nose shining from your wetness. “So beautiful... I can never get enough of you, [Y/N].”

You whined as he slowly let go of your thigh after giving you one last kiss on your sensitive clit. He licked his lips once more, lapping up all your wetness and wiping the excess that had dribbled down on his chin with his sleeve. With a chuckle, he stood up and placed his hands back on your ass, squeezing your curves and pressing his hips against yours. His clothed bulge fit so perfectly between your cheeks, snuggling comfortably in your wetness to leave a stain on his pants. He grinded himself into you even more at the sight of this, teasing you just for the fun of it. “Don’t worry love, we’re not going anywhere just yet...”

kaeya

“Now that I think about it, I do deserve a prize for saving you, don’t I?”

Kaeya’s hands travelled from massaging your scalp to scaling up your jaw, one thumb tracing your bottom lip gently asking to let him in. You pouted stubbornly, losing your patience – you had been stuck here for a while and wanted to get out, after all. “Quit running–“

But alas, he used this moment to stick his thumb inside your mouth, letting the pad of his finger massage your tongue. He let out a hum of satisfaction as your eyes softened, slowly submitting to his touch. “You’re being awfully defiant to the one person who can get you out of here. I ought to teach that naughty mouth of yours a lesson while I claim my prize, hm?”

This man never knows when to shut up, a voice in your head complained. But admittedly, the way he stared at your mouth so longingly had your core light up a tiny bit. You whined in response at first, looking down (or up?) at his thumb disappearing inside your mouth then deciding it would be best to comply. With a small hum you opened your mouth wider, letting your tongue stick out as your eyes darted to meet his. He grinned contently, pulling his thumb out of your mouth to pull his cock out of his pants. No matter how many times you’ve seen his length, you never understood how he managed to fit himself inside you.

“Good girl,” he tucked his hand under your neck to offer support as he pressed his tip against your awaiting tongue. He started rocking his hips slightly just to tease you, grinning evilly as he stared down at your eyes. “You’re so cute like this. So vulnerable and eager to please whenever I want you...”

He began to slowly push himself into your mouth, letting out a groan of relief as he buried himself inch by inch. You sputtered a bit at first, not completely used to his length just yet, but secretly he loved whenever you choked on his cock. He let you ride out your choking a bit more as he nearly bottomed out, watching as your throat slowly relaxed around his bulge.

His other free hand found its way on your cheek, caressing it as he started to rock his hips back and forth very slowly, basking in the feeling of your throat clamped around his cock. “Such a good girl, making me feel so good whenever I want... You’re doing very well, sweetheart,” he quietly praised, opting to listen to your muffled whimpering whenever he pushed in.

A bit of restlessness started to kick in after awhile of fucking your mouth so slowly, and with a naughty smirk, Kaeya took both hands to grip both sides of your head. He started to thrust into your mouth at a quicker pace, occasionally pulling out to give you a breath of air only to bury himself in your throat again. He found himself unable to contain his moans at this point, letting his sweet, raspy praises for you ring through your ears. Your legs started to twitch in excitement the more he praised you for being so obedient and good for him that despite your initial defiance, you hoped he would take care of your needs later.

Your thoughts were interrupted by his fingers running across your scalp then suddenly taking a tight grip on your head as he fucked your brains out quite literally. He began to get lost in the feeling, ignoring your pleas for air as you tapped his thigh repeatedly through tears. Even when he snapped back to his senses for a moment to pull out, he whined desperately as he quickly pushed himself back in, wanting to chase his orgasm so badly using your mouth.

“S-So good for me... I’m gonna...! F-Fuck, no..!” Kaeya quickly and quite nervously pulled himself out of you, leaving you immediately coughing and gagging in your own spit and his precum. He grunted in frustration, leaving you confused and concerned as you continued to choke for air. He suddenly tucked his cock back into his pants haphazardly and went straight back to work on getting the rocks off of you.

“W-What was that all about? Are you waiting until we get home or something?” your voice was clearly defeated as you watched him work. He only glanced back at you for a moment before chuckling and pulling one specific rock out of the pile to send the rest tumbling down, finally revealing your trembling body, exposed in all of its glory. You gasped in a mixture of relief and excitement as he hungrily climbed on top of you and pulled you towards him so your head wouldn’t hang off the edge anymore. You giggled at how disheveled and horny he evidently was, his movements ragged and needy. Who could blame him for looking so desperate when he was staring up and down your vulnerable body, waiting to devour you like a hungry beast?

His hands worked with urgency as he ripped your underwear off and unsheathed his cock again, manhandling your hips to meet his. You gasped as he quickly pushed himself inside of your cunt and began pounding into you mercilessly, not letting you adjust to his size since you were already so aroused for him anyway. Your cute whimpers and gasps made him even more feral, and it was at this point that he decided to lean down and whisper the answer to your question earlier.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I can’t just wait until we get home, I need to be inside you right now...”

#zhongli #childe #ajax #tartaglia #diluc #kaeya #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #ajax x reader #tartaglia x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #mine #bang #requested

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lethalchiralium · 2 years

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Sunshine | Jacob Seed x F!Reader

a/n: heheh

warnings: children, mentions of childbirth, injuring others, knives, cussing, pain, tooth rotting fluff ❤️, fatherhood

summary: here she was. all of you and the best of him.

Her little hand couldn’t have been bigger than his thumb. Her little face soft and round, his rough hands seemed too dangerous to hold her but Jacob didn’t care.

He just stared, watching her little chest rise and fall, carefully moving away his dog tags from even thinking about touching her. A quiet gift from God, his own little being that he was responsible for. And no one could take her away from him.

“Jacob,”

Except you.

The new father looked to his other half, eyes heavy and arms out, asking for their child. He wanted a little longer, just another moment of this; watching their creation experience life.

He couldn’t deny you, he stood up and gently placed the creature in your arms. He was quick to move up her head, to cover the child with a blanket but that only made you wave him away.

“She’s my child too, Jacob.”

He didn’t answer, he only stood and watched you hold his little being, his dream come true. This nervousness that infected his chest was getting hard to clear, you literally birthed the child and he thought you were doing it wrong. Was this normal?

“Jake,” You whispered, Jacob’s blue eyes moved to his wife. You smiled. “She’s okay, come here.”

The cot wasn’t huge, you didn’t mind now but you definitely did when the contractions hit harder and harder. Jacob quickly placed his arms underneath your back and knees, picking you up gently as you almost howled in pain. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He whispered, settling himself on the cot and you above him, allowing his arms to wrap underneath the little bundle of life. He placed his bearded chin upon your bare shoulder, only seeing her little nose from this angle but he didn’t care.

He wanted a family all his life, he was denied for so long, but now she’s here. She’s breathing the same air as him and you.

“We haven’t decided still.” You whispered, Jacob’s left hand pulled the blanket farther over your shoulder and covered half of the child’s already-bundled body. He grunted in response, pushing his head into yours, seeing a little more of his miracle. “Jacob…”

He hummed.

“You get to see her every day from now on.” You whispered, moving your head to kiss his head, resting your forehead against his temple.

“It’s like the first time I ever saw you,” He answered, his right hand rested on the side of their daughter and she quietly chirped. A smile appeared on his face. “I can’t take my eyes off of her.”

“Honey,” You kissed his cheek and he only hummed in return. “She’s your little girl forever.”

His tears were warm, his heart too; he thanked God for you. He thanked Him for bringing you into his life.

“Are there anymore painkillers?” Your head sunk back into his neck, exhaustion still creeping through your body. “I need them.”

“You just had some an hour ago,” your husband spoke, eyes still stuck on the little one. Your arms pulled her closer to your collarbone, closer to him. “You can’t take anymore for a few hours.”

“You sliced me open an hour and a half ago, Jake, please.” You mumbled, eyes closing. Jacob dared to shake his head, trying to remove the thought of your blood soaking his arms but he couldn’t forget the sight of his daughter, the second she drew a breath and let out a cry.

Jacob only pressed feather light kissed upon your head, you only groaned in response. “Give her to me so you can sleep.”

“No no, I can still hold her.” You mumbled, moving yourself down his chest, wincing as the pain shot through your whole body. Your baby didn’t even register it, sleep taking over the small being a long time ago. “You liked Maeve, right?”

“I liked Eden.”

“Of course you fucking did.” You laughed, Jacob chuckled in turn. “I like Abigail.”

“That means ‘joy of the father’, Y/N.”

“Nevermind. Chloe?” Jacob chuckled again, kissing your temple as his arms snaked underneath the child, pulling her from your arms to rest upon his own collarbone.

He looked at his daughter again, surprised to see his own blue eyes staring back at him. A smile tugged at his lips.

“Abilene.” He suggested, the baby cooed in response, and he smiled. “Adaline?”

The girl cooed again and he watched as the soft hand reached up to her eyes, rubbing them a little. Jacob could only watch as he moved her arm back down, and he moved the blanket up again, tucking that little arm into it before kissing her head. He looked to you, only seeing your chest rise and fall as you slept, then looking back to his daughter.

“We’ll ask mommy in the morning, Sunshine.”

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#jacob seed x deputy #jacob seed x reader #jacob seed #jacob seed x female deputy #jacob seed x f!reader #far cry 5 #lethalchiralium #lethal chiralium

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beomglocks · 3 years

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sleepover ; c.sb

summary : it's time to figure out where to sleep for the night. part 3 of dilf soob chronicles. send ask for more hehehe <3

pairing : dilf neighbor!soobin x (legal)!reader

warnings & other : smut, oral-fem receiving, threesome(?), some fingering, requested, DON'T read if you're uncomfortable with age gaps, daddy kink, (i just got out of having this kink but it was requested so why not), dirty talk, some beomgyu (no incest), slight possessiveness, this ones for the dilf soob shooters, a bit of somnophilia, soobin possible brat tamer moment, idk lol , semi proof read

w/c : ~3000 (long for no reason)

“alright funs over kids,” soobin yawns as if he wasn’t just trying to finger you a half hour ago. beomgyu rolls his eyes as he stretches and you just look at the man beside you in bewilderment.

“kids?” you ask. you raise your eyebrow at him. it’s only about 1am which wasn’t too late for you. that and the fact that you feel like you were left bothered when soobin didn’t finish what he started earlier. you figure beomgyu wouldn’t be tired at this time either but soobin on the other hand-

you had to hold back a remark about him suddenly being so fatherly when it seemed like he was ok with fucking you right in front of his son earlier.

“yes kids,” he smirks. you hate that he’s teasing you right now. that was the thing about mr. choi that drew you in every time. one thing you had learned from being around mr. choi was that this man was a tease. perhaps it was because you were used to being around people your age who were much more straightforward with their advances but either way it made you want to do more and more.

you push those thoughts to the back of your brain for when the moment arises and hold back the urge to roll your eyes in front of his face. is this what beomgyu is used to?

“daddy’s taking his kids to bed, isn’t this fun,” he offhandedly says as he jokes with his son while you sit and wait for further instructions on where to sleep. maybe he thought you wouldn’t hear him but what- did he just refer to himself as daddy? you didn’t know that hearing him say that would have such an effect on you.

if you didn’t know whether or not you had a daddy kink well this moment just confirmed it. what would it take to make him refer to himself like that again?

“daddy?” you blurt without thinking. shit- beomgyu wouldn’t think that’s weird right? you were just reiterating what was said. you could play it off as being confused as to why his “playful father” was talking to his clearly grown son in such a way.

soobin pauses and takes a while to turn to you. perhaps hearing you say that affected him too. daddy? saying it himself wasn’t such a big deal because he didn’t think much of it but coming from your lips made him want to hear it more. he could get used to that sound.

“yeah...” soobin thinks out loud to himself for a moment. he could make use of this. you think your heart or something else pounds at the way soobin is looking at you right now. he looks like he has plans to eat you out right then and there but you can tell he’s holding himself back.

“yeah, daddy’s gonna take his kids to bed,” his reiterates with emphasis on the word daddy and bed. “is that ok with you y/n?”

you nod silently, suddenly giddy at the thought of finally being alone with mr. choi uninterrupted for sure this time.

“where will y/n sleep?” beomgyu asks. “i think i have the inflatable bed still in my-“

soobin cuts his son off with a click of his tongue. “i can’t have two adolescents of opposite genders sleeping in the same room together, that’s controversial.”

you subtly raise your eyebrow at him. essentially your entire relationship, if you could even call it that, was controversial. however, you were interested to see how he would play this off. it’s clear soobin wants you to himself tonight.

beomgyu almost looks like he wants to speak up to shut down the mere idea of you both fooling around alone but mr. choi continues.

“i can’t just leave y/n alone on the couch in the living room, that’s not safe. since there really are no other spare rooms i guess she’ll have to sleep in my room?”

this was true. soobin thought ahead to a plethora of different excuses as to get you in his room without coming off as suspicious. he remembered that thankfully all of the junk they had during the move was shoved into various spare rooms around the house with no space or option of clearing out a room for guests.

“i will sleep on the couch,” soobin annouces valiantly. beomgyu takes a moment to process this and takes you a bit of time too.

you thought soobin would make some lame excuse about having you sleep on the floor in his room or something to have to you near him so you’re left dumbfounded and somewhat frustrated at his thought process. he’s gonna leave me alone in his room? wasn’t the point for us to fuck?

“that sounds fair,” beomgyu concludes. he doesn’t think much of it because why would he. his father is sleeping on the couch and his neighbor is sleeping soundly in a different room. no need to get suspicious.

“well, have a good night,” beomgyu gives both of you a tight lipped smile, mainly aiming it at you and you return it kindly. i sure will.

beomgyu strides off to his room, leaving you and his father in the living room. “my beds quite comfortable but let me know if you need anything else,” he says, setting up the couch as his makeshift bed.

you look down at it. yeah, he’s definitely taller than the couch so it will be a bitch for him to sleep on that throughout the night. “i need you,” you shyly mumble. you hear him laugh a bit and look up.

he’s still wearing his work clothes except the white collared shirt has some buttons popped off and his pants have become wrinkled and baggy from wear.

you move closer to him and start to unbutton his shirt for him so that he gets comfortable. he looks between both your eyes and smiles. you almost tiptoe to reach his mouth but steps away for a minute.

“ill meet you there,” he says as he starts to set up the couch for himself. you hold back a frustrated sigh and soobin raises his brow at you. typical teen behavior.

“i’ll be asleep before you even get to the door,” you mumble impatiently. “i’ll surprise you then,” he says. “don’t be a brat.”

you roll your eyes, walking away from him to head to where you’ll be sleeping which is his room. he watches you walk away with a shake of his head. what will he do with you?

in the meantime, he sets up the living space to make it look like he was sleeping for a while in case beomgyu walks downstairs or something. he would make it look like he was sleeping and woke up to get something from his room, simple.

he didn’t even know why he felt the need to sneak around his son. he was an adult and could do what he wanted essentially. he sucks his teeth trying to not think too hard about it at the moment.

once he’s done, soobin knocks on his bedroom door lightly. while waiting for you to answer he looks around the hall. he can faintly see beomgyu's light still turned on and wonders for a moment what he could still be doing awake.

he doesn’t have time to ponder on it because all he wants is you right now. he narrows his eyes back at his door when a couple of minutes pass with no sign from you.

why is he even knocking, it’s his room after all? did he need an excuse to be here? that was the point of having you take his room instead so that he wouldn’t need an excuse to be near you because it was his room.

he opens the door slowly and peeks his head in. he’s surprised to see you sprawled out on his bed, not waiting for him but instead fast asleep. he thought you were bluffing about being asleep before he got there.

he fully steps in, eyebrows raised at the scene.

soobin closes the door lightly, contemplating whether or not to lock it, he opts for leaving it unlocked. the lights are off except for a nightlight by the bed that he uses when he can’t sleep and decides to pop open a book to read.

the glow of the light hits your skin in a way that makes you glow despite the darkness of the rest of the room. he can’t take it, if he does nothing now he won’t be in a good mood for the rest of the time that you’re here. now is your guys' only chance.

he places a knee at the foot of the bed, cringing at the squeak of the springs, fearing they might wake you up prematurely. he pauses and waits to see if you’ve awoken but sighs when you simply turn your head over.

“y/n~” he sing songs lightly. his fingers dance around your body as gently as possible. his eyes widen when he realizes you’ve put on a spare worn work shirt of his over your braless chest. “y/n~” he calls again. “why are you wearing this huh?” he plays with the mismatched buttons, popping them off one at a time leaving you topless and exposed.

you shiver when the cold air of the room hits your chest but try to shuffle yourself deeper into the warm sheets. “are you gonna wake up baby?” he shakes you but you only groan in response.

“you should wake up...you’re getting a little too wet to stay asleep for long, what will daddy do?” he hums while rubbing your panties. he visibly looks bored, as if he’s waiting for you to wake up so he takes it upon himself to speed up your waking up process.

he slides of your underwear with ease and tosses them aside. lazily he runs his two fingers up and down your folds a couple times before pushing them in you slowly to get adjusted to a slow pace.

he sighs at the warmth and the quiet wet sounds coming from you. “please wake up,” he half pleads. at that moment, you unconsciously clench around him and he bites his lip looking up at your face. your eyebrows are furrowed but you’re still asleep from what he can see.

do you think you’re having a wet dream? soobin rolls his eyes. if you would wake up you would see that it’s, in fact, real. “baby you should wake up before i start to...” he removes his fingers before he leans down and places his lips where his fingers were. tongue stroking your clit and simultaneously going in and out of your pussy skillfully, he starts to get a little too into it when you moan quietly from your "dream”. he allows himself to moan into your pussy, gripping your thigh harshly.

“at this rate..” he stops for a moment to catch his breath and breathes heavily on your sensitive skin. “you won’t need my cock,” he chuckles to himself, licking his lips of your cum.

he suddenly feels his pink hair being grabbed and when he looks up from below you, he sees your eyes are slightly parted. “no~” you whine softly, referring to his recent comment.

he says nothing witty to this, only happy to have you conscious again. maybe you planned this or maybe you really were tired, he doesn’t care anymore. “no?” he asks as he gets himself ready, positioning & aligning his cock with your entrance.

“did you know that somewhere during the end of the movie your skirt had risen up? did you do that on purpose to catch my son's attention or was that a sign? where you so needy that you wanted to give me a sign to fuck you right there? maybe you didn’t want my cock maybe you wanted beomgyu hm?” he pushes himself into you and you grab his arm for support. ok. he’s bigger than you thought.

your still half asleep mind can barely comprehend what he's saying either. is he jealous? you didn't realize your skirt came up but now you're curious to know if beomgyu was watching you instead of the screen.

soobin had gotten you ready while you were asleep and you thought you knew what to expect when you saw his cock but you weren’t expecting it to take time for you to adjust his size. you think you hear soobin mutter the word "tight" but you’re too busy trying not to die.

he goes slow at first, mumbling words under his breath in frustration. "you would open your legs for anyone that even resembles me in the slightest, that’s just what a slut you are." he rocks his hips forward expectantly and it leaves you stunned for a moment. "you would take my cock from behind while choking on beomgyu's how does that sound? maybe we could make it happen? but then again that wouldn’t satisfy someone like you, huh," he taunts when you whine. you want him to shut up so badly but at the same time, it only made your pussy throb against him at the thought. now that he placed the image of a threesome in your mind, you couldn’t shake it. it was wrong, so wrong on so many levels so why did it turn you on? you weren’t even attracted to beomgyu in that way! maybe you really were a whore just wanting to be filled up even if it meant with soobin plus his own spawn.

"shh, do you hear that?" he covers your mouth his cum drenched fingers, cutting off whatever sound you might produce from slowing down. at first, you don’t hear anything other than soobin's heavy breaths in your ear. after a moment, the faint sound of grunting hits your ears. it takes you a while to figure out what that sound is and where it could be coming from but when you recognize the low sounds your eyes widen as they stare back into soobin’s smug expression.

“they grow up so fast~," he sing songs. "see what happens when you tease? he probably caught a glimpse of your panties when your skirt rode up and he’s going just off that, poor kid." he frowns, he rocks his hips teasingly. you squeeze your eyes shut, there's too much tension right now. "i wonder how he would feel if he found out his dad was fucking his neighbor?" he bucks his hips up into you and thankfully his hand is still covering your mouth or you would’ve moaned loud enough for beomgyu to hear.

“daddy please," you beg, albeit a bit muffled. "please what slut?" "please fuck me please" you whine pathetically. you try to move your hips to gain some kind of friction but he stops you. "aren’t you afraid beomgyu might hear? it would be bad if he found out what we were doing right now."

you can feel your throbbing pussy going numb with soobin’s cock just sitting there inside you so you have to be quick witted and play with his ego. even though he was a grown man and father he was still just a man. "daddy please,” you moan. if you fuck me beomgyu won't disturb us after he hears how good you make me feel? and if he does he’ll just have to watch and see how it’s do-”

short gasps of air leave your throat as it’s all you manage as he sporadically slams himself deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. "stop thinking about beomgyu", you think he says. you’re not sure and you don’t care because at this point you’re too dazed to form a single thought. you for sure aren’t thinking about beomgyu, not with dick like this in you.

you think you hear beomgyu's pained gasp and chants of your name get louder but it could just be soobin. no, those breaths sound further away and deeper. you want to cry thinking about how beomgyu's deep voice would mix with soobin's lighter one. you can only imagine soobin’s grunts in your right ear as beomgyu whines in your left. it almost overstimulates you.

maybe beomgyu thinks both of you are asleep or perhaps you all are being so loud that no one can hear each other but you’re almost certain beomgyu is being painfully loud and obvious right now, as are you both.

soobin doesn't even try to hold back anymore as he leans up from his hovering position over you to hang his head back and full on moan when you clench around him for the last time. he pulls out and comes all over your stomach and chest, staining a bit of his shirt that you were wearing. you shudder at the feeling of being empty so suddenly.

"go back to sleep," he says, brushing his hand over your sweaty face. "don't worry, i'll clean you up and stay for a little while after."

the next morning is awkward, to say the least. seemingly all three of you wake up around the same time, soobin being the first one up to make breakfast for all of you. as you and beomgyu walk down the stairs together, beomgyu doesn’t bring up how he saw his father earlier walk out of his room after explicitly stating he would sleep on the couch or how he masturbated to you loud enough that he's sure you heard.

you’re only slightly at ease the beomgyu doesn’t mention anything about the sound levels of last night or the limp in your step.

you don’t remember much but you think it got to a point where you and soobin didn’t care much about how loud you were being and you were sure beomgyu heard.

you wanted to face palm at how this all turned out.

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pinkoushi · 3 years

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revenge

summary: kuroo had always been a big fan of teasing, riling you up for hours on end without letting you cum. you figure it’s time for some revenge

warnings/contains: dom!female reader, sub!kuroo, edging, oral (m receiving), handjob, kuroo cries a little <3

word count: 1.7k

A/N: i.. dont really have anything to say heheh hope you enjoy!!

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The endless teasing. That’s how you would describe yours and kuroos sex life. His fingers trailing over your shaking body, laughing when you beg for him. Bending down to let his breath fan over your glistening pussy, only to move away when you start bucking your hips and whining.

It was time for him to get a taste of his own medicine.

Kuroo has a strong grip on you, rolling his hips down against yours while you kiss. He swallows all your moans and sighs, returning them with grunts and the throbbing of his cock against your crotch. He’s just gotten home from work, seeing you laying on the bed in just a t-shirt and panties and he was ready to pounce right away. All according to plan. He’d growled when you spread your legs, inviting him to lay between them. His lips quickly pressed against yours, hands running up and down your sides and his hips pushing tightly against you.

“you’re so sexy” he groans out, his mouth moving down to your neck and latching on, one of his hands moving under your t-shirt. Your hands clawing at his clothed back, wrapping your legs around his waist and making him moan out in surprise. One of your hands move up to his hair, gripping it tightly and pushing him closer against your neck, sighing in pleasure.

“you have too many clothes on” you huff suddenly, pressing your hands against his chest and pushing him off and onto his back next to you. Climbing over him, you smirk, and he quickly follows along, putting his hands behind his head. Your fingers trail over his chest, carefully undoing the buttons and leaning down to kiss his chest every time more skin is exposed. He’s watching you with half closed eyes, breath hitching every time you rock back against his straining cock, pushing against the material of his pants.

“hurry up” he’s getting impatient, pushing his hips up to press the bulge against your ass while you’re pressing kisses all over his torso. You only hum, looking up and climbing up to his face. Your lips land on his neck while your hands, along with his, remove the shirt from him completely. He holds the back of your neck to guide you to his lips, goosebumps rising on his skin, making you smile. His body was always so quick to react to your touch.

You let him take the lead for a moment longer, your fingers trailing over his chest and moaning in appreciation. His skin is smooth, the smallest definition of muscle under your fingers. His office job left him more static compared to his athletic youth, but he still kept up enough exercise to stay lean and strong. Not that it ever mattered to you, his health and well-being was always your priority. And getting justice, in this case.

Shuffling down, you flash him another smile and seat yourself on his thighs, your nails running down his tensing stomach and running a feather light finger just over the top of the pants, glancing up when you feel him twitch.

“come on already” he huffs, reaching down to grab your wrist. You swat his hand away, quickly undoing the belt buckle and button, pulling down the zipper. One of your hands are pressed to his hip, keeping him in place while the other moves under his briefs and pulls out his cock.

It’s flushed a dark pink, precum leaking from the tip. He’s nearly throbbing your hold, veins protruding from the shaft and you take a moment to trace over the biggest one, running from the base and nearly moving around the girth until stopping at the head. Gripping him firmly at the base, your other hand presses down on the slit, spreading the pooling precum around the spongey head, making him hiss. He’s always been so sensitive on the tip; you’ll never forget the first time you gave him head and he came as soon as your lips wrapped around the tip.

For now, though, you spit on your palm and start stroking him, smiling when his eyes fall close and hands return to behind his head. Deciding to take it easy on the first round, you simply let your free hand roam his torso while humming praise falls from your lips.

“such a pretty cock, so so big” you gasp, trying to maintain the submissive façade until it’s too late for him to stop you.

“yeah? It’s all yours” he chuckles, basking in the praise and attention, thanking all the stars in the sky for making this happen. Work hadn’t necessarily been stressful or tiring, but he missed your touch all day and now he was finally getting it. Of course, he was going to enjoy it. Breathy moans and sighs fall freely from his parted lips, his thighs slowly tensing and relaxing under you. He quickly gets louder, breathing speeding up along with your steady pumping. “fuck- I’m close” he manages to grunt out, eyebrows pinching together while he gets louder. He stars squirming slightly, gripping his hair and groaning, he can nearly taste his orgasm.

That’s when you pull away. You drop his cock, smirking and quickly leans over his body to grip his arms, pinning them behind his head. His eyes shoot open, confusion and frustration swirling in them while he struggles in your hold. You simply coo at him, faking a pout and planting all your weight down on him.

“I never said you can cum, pretty boy” you grin, gently kissing his neck until he stops squirming, frustrated huffs leaving him. “so, this is what’s going to happen. I’m gonna play, and you’re not gonna cum until I say you can, okay? No struggling either or you’re taking care of it yourself.” You mumble against his neck, nipping at the skin before pulling back up. “got it?”

“g-got it.” He grunts, shivering when you let go of his arms and pull back, returning your hands to his leaking cock. It’s gotten harder, precum leaking out steadily and smearing against his lower stomach. Licking your lips, you lean down while watching his face for reactions. Your tongue peaks out, prodding at the tip and dipping down into the slit. He immediately tenses up, groaning and tugging his hair. “f-foul play” he stammers, making you smile. Your lips wrap around the tip, suckling softly while your hands tug on his cock, twisting them ever so slightly. He quickly tenses up again, groans getting louder and louder until his stomach and thighs flex. You let go of him once more, reaching up to press on his arms again, giggling when he thrashes under you.

“aw, that was a faster one, baby!” you coo, rubbing his arms with your thumbs, trying to help him calm down.

“yeah, because you pulled that shit, you know how- fuck- sensitive I am” he scowls, glaring up at you and trying once more to sit up.

“mmhm! You should just surrender now, I’m not gonna go easier on you~” you flick his nose, scraping your nails down his chest and stomach when you move back down to his cock. Your gentle fingers prod at the tip and veins, admiring the nearly purple flush covering the head. “it’s so pretty, would be a shame if you get to cum too soon”

He opens his mouth to speak, getting cut off by a loud moan when you take him in your mouth again. Slowly bobbing your head, you meet his eyes for a moment before he snaps them shut, throwing his head back and groaning loudly. He’s already being quite submissive, not even trying to move his hands from behind his head, despite it all. It makes you smile, or at least attempt it. Taking your mouth off his cock, you lick up some of the spit sitting on the head and pump him quickly, breathing heavily from the lack of oxygen you got while taking him down your throat.

“I-I’m close, fuck, please-“ you hum for a moment at his words, pretending to think while leaning down, opening your mouth as if to take him in again. He tenses up, squirming and panting, soft pleas passing his wet lips. You let your hot breath fan over the head for a moment before letting go of him, gripping his arms when you notice them twitching.

“good boy, tetsu” your voice is soft, kissing his neck and chest carefully when you feel him shaking, broken sobs escaping him. “aaw baby, why are you crying?” your hands cup his face, brushing away the tears running down his flushed cheeks.

“feels too- too good! P-please, just want to cum..” he cries, daring to take his hands from under his head to grab your arms, pleading with his eyes and wobbling chin. You only coo, pressing a kiss to his spit-covered lips.

“okay baby boy, I’ll make you cum.” You rub his cheek gently, letting go to put his hands back behind his head. Kissing down his chest, you reach his cock again and pushes the tip into your mouth again, sucking harshly and bobbing your head at a fast pace. It doesn’t take long before he tenses up yet again, broken sobs, moans and hiccups making his body shake. He knows you’re going to let him cum this time, but he can’t help but to worry that you might just pull away again.

You don’t. feeling his cock twitch, you give him a few more bobs before stopping at his head and sucking on it, your hands jerking him off eagerly. Watching him, it makes you shiver. His eyes are closed again, eyebrows pinched together while his lower lip and chin wobble beautifully, tears streaming down his face. His hips jump up and he groans loudly when his orgasm finally hits him. His hot and sticky cum fills your mouth, the tiniest bit seeping from the corners of your mouth and down his cock, joining your hands while you milk him dry. When his whines get louder you let go, swallowing the thick liquid in your mouth and climbing up to his side, curling up at his side and pulling his head down for a kiss.

He falls asleep soon after that, soft snores filling the room along with your pleased sighs and your gentle fingers tracing his chest.

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