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minisugakoobies · 1 year

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Day 6 | KNJ, JJK

Kinks: thigh riding, Santa's lap

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: holiday, smut, crack, Woodpeckers!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, thigh riding/grinding, OC gets a little possessive and Jungkook likes it, several mentions of erections, implied double stuffing, stupid party games, the members are all dressed as sexy Santas wearing chaps, user of the word 'Peckerhead' as a term of endearment, Hoseok's hips are a threat, so are the Namtiddies, it's just a bunch of very hot men doing very dumb but sexy things involving thrusting and teeth and wet t-shirts, I will not apologize for how stupid this is

Word Count: 3.8K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Welcome to the Annual Woodpecker Holiday Games! Have a seat on Santa’s lap and pick out your package - nice girls get one, but naughty girls get two!

A/N: This one's for you, @minttangerines 💜 Thank you for bringing the idea of "Woodpeckers" to my attention! This is just… *presses fingers to mouth in deep contemplation* This is just the dumbest thing I've ever written, maybe. And yet, so hot. I hope you enjoy it.

Uhhhhhh so I wrote the description for this before I wrote the actual fic so it's really more JK x reader with bonus Namjoon? But whatever, you're here for the chaos and the smut, so onwards!

Please don’t be a silent reader 🥺 I’d love to know what you think! 💕

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Jungkook takes one last look at himself in the mirror, adjusting the straps on the suspenders draped down his bare chest with a sigh. He looks ridiculous. But as Namjoon reminded him when he gave him the costume earlier today, “It’s not for you, it’s for the customers.” Jungkook understands that everything he does here is for the customers’ satisfaction. And he’s fine with that.

He’s always been a giver.

Jungkook’s only been a server at Woodpeckers for a month, but he feels like he’s got a pretty solid handle on the place. It’s the trashy male equivalent of a Hooters, except the servers here aren’t wearing tight shirts. No, usually Jungkook’s walking around in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants and a smile, ready to show his tables a good time.

Tonight’s a little different. The restaurant is closed for the Annual Woodpecker Holiday Games. The tables in the main room have been pushed back to create a little stage area. The kitchen staff is working on appetizers and snacks, the bar staff is mixing up holiday concoctions, and the other servers are currently lined up on the stage in their matching costumes.

Jungkook feels a little better knowing he’s not the only one who looks insane right now. It’s a wild outfit that their manager Yoongi picked out this year - everyone’s shirtless as usual, with tight bright red briefs worn under red velvet chaps that fall to mid-thigh and are ringed with white fur. The chaps are attached to a big black belt and suspenders, and the entire ensemble is topped off with a Santa hat. Jungkook fiddles with his suspenders again. He looks like the world’s horniest Santa, an epithet he’s not entirely happy to hold.

But clearly Yoongi knew what he was doing, because the audience gathered here is eating it up. This crowd paid to be here tonight, selling out the tickets for the event in mere minutes, and Jungkook knows they’re expecting a good show. He’ll do his best not to let them down.

“Ho ho ho and welcome to the Annual Woodpecker Holiday Games!” Yoongi announces, speaking into the karaoke mic that he’s repurposed for tonight’s games. “The open bar is now open, so please grab some Jingle Juice or a mistletoe shot while the staff prepares for our first game!”

Yoongi starts chucking white bundles at the staff and Jungkook unfurls his to find it’s a plain t-shirt. He cocks an eyebrow at Namjoon, his trainer.

Namjoon shrugs. “Wet t-shirt contest.”

“Really? That seems so… basic,” Jungkook says as he pulls the shirt over his head. He wasn’t sure what to expect tonight, since no one had bothered to tell him the roster of games ahead of time, but he figured they’d be a little wilder.

Namjoon grins, dimples popping. “It’s all about giving them what they want,” he replies, nodding his head towards the crowd. “And sometimes they just want wet tiddies.”

“Alright!” Yoongi claps from his perch on a stool near the front of the room. “Let the games begin!” Music starts thumping as he gestures to the line of servers. “Time to get wet, boys!”

The game starts with head server Hoseok slowly pouring water over himself, treating the audience to some sensational body rolls as he does so. Taehyung goes next, and rather than drag it out like Hoseok, he dumps the entire pitcher of water over his head at once, then shakes his thick fluffy hair like a dog, spraying some of the ladies in the crowd who shriek in delight. Head bartender Jin uses two cups instead of a pitcher, spinning in place as he soaks himself. Jimin, ever the showoff, puts a tray of water down on the floor, then does a dolphin kick into it, his chest dripping as he rises back up.

Jungkook bites his lip while he waits for his turn. His competitive side is roaring to life. What can he do to make sure he wins?

Next to him, Namjoon teases the crowd a little, flexing his massive pecs under his shirt as he dumps water over them, and the screaming in the audience gets louder as he makes them dance to the beat.

“Thank you, Namjoon!” Yoongi intones as the screams die down. “And now, time for our newest server, Jungkook! Peckerheads, let him know you’re ready!”

The crowd gets loud again when Yoongi refers to them by the restaurant’s affectionate name for its customers. Jungkook quickly grabs four cups from the bar and fills them, then he walks into the audience.

“Oh, looks like Jungkook’s gonna need a little help here! Won’t you help him out?”

Hands fly into the air as audience members beg Jungkook for a cup. As he hands them out, a familiar face catches his eye. One of his repeat customers, a face he’s always happy to see on one of his shifts - you. With a wink, he gives you the last glass. Then he starts thrusting to the beat, motioning for you and the others to douse him, and the air is filled with splashes of water as Jungkook gets soaked.

“Thanks, ladies,” he murmurs as the last drops drip down his torso. He rakes his hand through his wet hair and there’s a collective moan from the audience as he walks away.

It’s no contest. Jungkook wins the first round.

There’s a little break while the servers remove their sodden shirts and towel themselves off. This gives the audience time for more drinks, and Namjoon motions for Jungkook to join him at the bar for shots as well. Jungkook doesn’t drink on the job, but this is technically a party, so why not?

“All right, let’s keep the festivities going, shall we? Gentlemen, please grab your boxes!”

Jungkook is handed a tissue box with straps. The box is stuffed with ping pong balls.

“Uh…” he looks at Namjoon questioningly.

“Like this.” Namjoon demonstrates by tying the straps behind his back, so that the tissue box hangs in the front of waist like a giant ugly belt buckle. “Don’t drop any of the balls yet.”

“O… kay.”

“Peckerheads, if you’ll take your seats again, it’s time for everyone’s favorite - Bounce Those Balls!” Yoongi hits an air horn effect.

Jungkook is totally lost. Jimin sees this, and leans over.

“It’s like twerk pong. You know twerk pong?”

Jungkook shakes his head. He does not know twerk pong.

Jimin grins. “It’s a stupid tiktok thing, people put balls in these boxes and then wear them on their butts. The goal is to be the person to ‘twerk’ the balls out the fastest. Only we don’t twerk here. We thrust.”

Jungkook nods. “Got it.”

“Okay, once the beat drops, the game begins. On your marks, gentlemen!” Yoongi cues up another bass-heavy song, and Jungkook and the other servers start to thrust.

Ping pong balls fly everywhere, bouncing off chairs, tables, even audience members’ faces as the servers shake their moneymakers as hard as they can. The crowd is screaming their faces off, cheering on the men, and Jungkook lets the energy fuel him as he pumps away.

Despite how hard he’s thrusting, it’s taking a shockingly long time for his box to empty. Jungkook glances down the line at the others. Jimin is twisting his hips more than he’s thrusting, so he’s no competition. Namjoon and Jin are both dancing rather sensually, to Jungkook’s surprise, and have barely lost any balls. Meanwhile, Taehyung’s doing the robot, having apparently forgotten the object of the game.

But Hoseok. Hoseok’s got this intense look on his face that makes Jungkook shudder in fear. And the man is jackhammering like a machine, balls shooting out two by two like they’re lining up for the Ark. It’s impressive. It’s aggravating. It’s honestly a little terrifying.

And it’s enough for Hoseok’s box to empty first. Jungkook grits his teeth as Yoongi announces the winner. It’s fine. He’ll win the next one.

There’s another break as appetizers are brought out for the crowd by the kitchen staff, all of whom are in very high spirits tonight since none of them have to wear the sexy Santa costume the servers are stuck in. Jungkook ignores their snickering and sidles up to the bar.

“Are you having fun, rookie?” Namjoon asks, handing him two more shots.

Jungkook shrugs, downing one. “I almost had that last contest.”

“If it makes you feel better, Hoseok wins that one every year. Man’s got the hip flexors of a god.” Namjoon rolls his eyes. “But look, none of this really matters, you know? It’s not like you get anything if you win the most games. It’s all-”

“For the customers, I know, I know.” It’s hard to quiet his competitive nature once it’s awake. Jungkook tips back his second shot. He fumbles the glass as he places it back on the counter, and it shoots across and down onto the floor behind the bar, where it promptly smashes. “Whoops.”

He quickly ducks behind the bar to clean up his mess, not wanting to disturb Jin while he’s serving customers. While Jungkook’s crouching down with a dustpan, snippets of conversation float down to him.

“So, how are you enjoying your first Games?” someone asks.

“Mmm, honestly, I think you undersold them.” Jungkook recognizes your voice. “You didn’t say anything about those costumes, first of all.”

“That’s because they’re new!” The other voice giggles. “You should’ve seen last year’s, they were so freaky - just banana hammocks with reindeer faces. It’s a little weird when you see someone and all you think is, damn, Rudolph’s hung!”

Jungkook grins to himself, suddenly happy with this year’s costume choice.

“That does sound weird,” you agree. “But listen, I am struggling not to just stare at Jungkook’s dick in those briefs!”

Jungkook freezes. He looks up at the bar, but he can’t see anything from this angle. He’s not about to stand up right now, though.

“I don’t think they care if you stare,” the other person states. “I’m pretty sure that’s the whole point of those outfits.”

“Yeah, I guess,” you sigh. “I just can’t help it, you know? I mean, god, that thing looks heavy. I bet it would feel so comforting if I held it in my mouth. Like a weighted blanket for my tongue.”

“A weighted blanket?! You’re such a weirdo!” The words are accompanied by tons of delighted giggles.

“Whatever. I just want to suck him off so bad.”

Well, now Jungkook definitely can’t stand up, because the outfit you’re discussing is doing absolutely nothing to hide his erection.

“Damn, I thought you had a thing for Namjoon?”

“What, I can’t find more than one guy hot? Are you rationing my thirst?” you laugh. “Look at those two men and tell me you wouldn’t want to be the filling in a Woodpecker Oreo! Double stuffed, extra cream!”

There’s more wild cackling and then your voice drifts away. As Yoongi takes up his mic again, Jungkook stands, adjusting himself carefully. He manages to get himself under control quickly, thanks to some strategically placed ice cubes. But he feels more motivated than ever as he rejoins the other servers on the makeshift stage.

“It wouldn’t be Christmas without some presents, now would it?” Yoongi asks, holding up a little bag. “There’s a number on the back of your tickets. If I call your number, please join me here on the stage.” Yoongi rifles through the bag, pulling out slips of paper and calling out numbers until there are six audience members on stage. You’re among them, Jungkook notes, and his curiosity about the next game goes through the roof.

Yoongi cuts his mic as he explains the game to the audience members, all of whom have taken a little gift bag from him and are heading back into the hallway that leads to the bathrooms. Jungkook turns to Namjoon, who shrugs.

“I dunno. This is a new one.”

When the audience members return, Jungkook does a little double take. Each one is now wearing a bright green pair of underwear overtop their clothes. Each pair of green panties is patterned with a vibrant red bow in the front.

“Gentlemen, if you’ll just step aside, our chosen Peckerheads are going to line up across the stage, yep, just like that, thank you folks. Now, gentlemen, please pick your gift out of the line, and stand in front of them.”

Jungkook nearly hip checks Namjoon out of the way to stand in front of you. You grin at him, eyes wide with excitement. He grins back.

“Now, gentlemen, please kneel.”

The room fills with whoops as the servers all drop to their knees. Jungkook glances up at you, enjoying the way you press your fingers into your cheeks, like you’re flustered to see him in that position. So he milks it a little, licking his lip ring before winking at you, and he can’t help but laugh when you cover your face with your hands.

“Alright boys, since you’ve all been so good this year, you get to open your gifts early. The object of the game is to remove the wrapping as quickly as you can. But! We here at Woodpeckers are consummate professionals, so we’re not going to be ripping it away with our hands like animals.”

“Oh,” you breathe as you realize what Yoongi means. Jungkook smirks, eyeing the panties sitting over your jeans. Trying to find the right angle of attack.

“That’s right. Keep those hands behind you at all times. The first server who completely removes their wrapping paper using nothing but their teeth wins. But remember, boys, these are precious packages in front of you, so please do handle them with care.”

Jungkook can hear the joy in Yoongi’s voice. He knows his manager is thoroughly enjoying himself tonight. But he’s not looking at him, because he can’t seem to take his eyes off yours.

“Be gentle,” you whisper, lips quirking in a tiny smile.

“Is that what you really want?” Jungkook replies with a raised eyebrow.

Your eyes widen. Slowly, you shake your head.

“Good. Do me a favor and spread ‘em.” He nods to your legs. You obey his command, lip tucked between your teeth, and he has the sudden urge to stand up and tug it out with his own teeth.

“And three, two, one - go!”

Jungkook leans forward. Tilting his head to the side, he bites down on the crotch of the panties.

And in one swift move, rips it out completely.

He can hear the crowd screaming behind him as he sits back on his heels, green silk hanging between his lips while he gazes at you. You look like you’re frozen, torn between running away and eating him. He kinda hopes you pick the latter.

“We have a winner!” It’s not Yoongi yelling that but your friend, the one he’d overheard you talking with at the bar. Jungkook turns to find her jumping out of her seat, waving her arms and pointing at him.

Yoongi drags the mic over with him to inspect Jungkook’s work. “What are you talking about? He only ripped out the crotch!”

“Yeah? And??”

Yoongi scoffs, walking back to his stool to watch the other servers continue the challenge. Jungkook doesn’t even bother to look at how they’re doing. Instead, he rises up on his knees a little to finish the job, smoothly tugging the panties down one thigh, then the other, back and forth until they’re low enough that gravity takes them the rest of the way to the ground.

“You, uh, you didn’t have to do that,” you tell him, sucking in a shaky breath. “They already said that Taehyung won.”

“I know,” he grins. “But I always finish what I start.”

The grin remains on his face as he watches you return to your friend in the crowd. Namjoon offers him a hand as Yoongi announces one last break. “You look like you’re finally enjoying yourself,” he informs Jungkook.

“I am.” Jin slides them both a shot as they belly up to the bar again. “What about you? You having fun?”

Namjoon shrugs. “I always enjoy these parties, but tonight’s been a little on the tame side, if you ask me.”

Jungkook nods thoughtfully before tossing back his shot. “Maybe we should do something about that.”

The final game is another new one to Jungkook - the lap game. A ring of chairs has been set up on the stage area. The servers sit in every third chair, while the others are empty. Yoongi once again rattles off a series of numbers and slowly the chairs fill up with audience members - including six who take a seat right on the servers’ laps.

“I know a lot of you remember this one from last year, but if you’re new, don’t worry, it’s simple. I’m going to ask some questions. Some are yes or no questions. If your answer to the question is ‘yes,’ you’ll move one chair to your left. If your answer is ‘no,’ you’ll move one chair to your right. Other questions will have specific moves - like ‘If you’re not wearing underwear, move two seats.’ That kind of thing.”

Jungkook leans around the customer in his lap and glances around the circle. Most of the group is paying no attention to the instructions, either out of drunkenness or distraction, like the customer currently bouncing on Taehyung’s knee. This is going to get messy real fast.

“If there is a person already in the seat you’re moving to, congrats, they are now your seat. The boys are permanent chairs, meaning they won’t move. The game is over when the first Peckerhead makes it all the way around the circle and back to their original seat!” Yoongi pauses. “Okay, that sounded like a lot, in retrospect. Who the fuck cares, let’s go!”

It takes about three questions before the chaos begins. Two seats away from him, Namjoon has two customers in his lap, one on each thigh. He looks completely comfortable, unlike Jimin, who somehow has three, stacked one on top of another. Jungkook doesn’t pay any attention to the questions, just smiles politely at all the customers who end up in his lap for a turn or two before moving on.

And then you plop yourself down on his leg.

“Hi!” you beam, glancing over your shoulder to look at him.

“Hi,” he echoes. Then he pauses. “Did Yoongi call your number again?”

“Oh, no, uh, he called my friend’s number, but she said she didn’t want to play this year. Something about an elbow and a black eye?” You shrug, unconcerned for your own health despite how rowdy this year’s game is already getting.

Yoongi calls out another question and some of the customers rotate. A woman to Jungkook’s right knocks another off of her chair and Hoseok tries to help her back up, sending the two women in his lap teetering to the floor. Yoongi sighs loudly into the mic.

“It’s getting a little crazy out here,” Jungkook laughs. He slips his hands around your hips, sliding you back on his thigh a little. “I better hold on to you.”

“Mmm, yeah, you heard what Yoongi said earlier. Handle me with care, please,” you giggle, squirming a little as he tightens his grip. Your laughter is so sweet, a welcome respite from the shrieking going on around him as others move again.

Your fingers play with the fur cuff on Jungkook’s velvet chaps. “So, you’re supposed to be Santa, right? Sexy Santa, or whatever?”

Jungkook nods, though you can’t see him with your back pressed against his chest. “Yeah, that’s the idea.”

“Okay. Then, do you want to know what I want for Christmas this year?” You glance down at him, a shy smile on your face.

Another customer tries to sit on Jungkook’s other leg and immediately your shy smile dissolves, becoming a fierce glare. “I think Yoongi said to move two seats,” you snap, hand covering Jungkook’s other thigh possessively, and the other woman flinches, nodding in agreement, moving away quickly. Jungkook’s 99% sure that Yoongi in fact said to move only one seat.

You turn back to Jungkook with an innocent expression. “So? Do you want to hear my wish?”

Jungkook’s so turned on, he’s praying to the underwear gods that his briefs don’t snap from the force of his erection. “I’m pretty sure I can guess.”

“Is that so?” You squirm again, and Jungkook realizes you’re not reacting to the strength of his fingers as they dig into your sides. He flexes his thigh and gets his confirmation in the form of a low hiss. “Shit!”

“Yep. Just as I thought.” The circle shifts around him. “You really haven’t done any of the stuff Yoongi’s said?”

“Huh?”

“The questions. You haven’t moved for the last five rounds.”

“Oh. That’s because I stopped listening when I sat down,” you confess, grinning at him. “I’m not here to play the game, I’m here to play with you.”

Jungkook tongues his lip ring, rocking you back on his flexed thigh again. You stifle a moan, fingers curling into fists, and he does it again. “Well then, let’s play.”

As the game falls apart around him, Jungkook focuses all his attention on your reactions to his movements. He rolls your hips back and forth, sliding you more firmly into him when your strangled sighs start to get louder.

Yoongi finally stops asking questions, since more than half the circle is no longer listening, too caught up in their own debauchery, and Jungkook sees his opportunity. He leans forward, pressing his lips against your ear.

“There’s a supply room between the bathrooms. Meet me there in five minutes.” With one final squeeze, he releases his hold on your hips. You glance back at him for a moment before you rise and walk away.

Five minutes later, he knocks on the door. You open it and let him slip past you into the room. As you go to shut the door, a large hand slaps against it, holding it open.

“Hold on.” Namjoon grins as you step back to let him in. “Now you can lock it.”

“Um. What are we…” you trail off, gaze bouncing between the two men.

“We’re here to fulfill your Christmas wish.” Jungkook grins at your confused expression. He loops an arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest, as Namjoon slides behind you, hands rubbing circles over your hips. “I told you I knew exactly what you wanted, didn’t I?”

“You did,” you say slowly, practically hypnotized by Jungkook’s tongue as he licks his lips. “But how…?”

“Four little words,” Jungkook smirks. You gasp as Namjoon’s lips trace along the back of your neck, and close your eyes when Jungkook drags his mouth down your jaw. “Double stuffed, extra cream.”

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bluehwale · 1 year

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okay so idk if you’re taking requests or not, BUT BUT BUT could u please write ateez as chb demigods (kind of like the jongho one), the scream i let out when i read demigod on the post was a bit embarrassing tbh

also hi new follower 👋 gonna go stalk ur masterlist/s don’t mind me :))

the rainbow thief | demigods! poly ateez au

02 / ‘the rainbow thief’ masterpost / prev / next

summary. eight demigods find themselves ecstatic over finally mustering up enough courage to let you know about their unbridled feelings for you, only to find a threat looming upon them; a rainbow thief that's set out to steal you.

or alternatively,

your best friends are oblivious to your reciprocating feelings.

pairing(s). ot8 demigods! ateez x daughter of iris! reader (son of hades! hongjoong, son of athena! hwa, son of apollo! yunho, son of poseidon! yeosang, son of zeus! san, son of aphrodite! mingi, son of dionysus! wooyoung & son of ares! jongho)

word count. 3.1k

genre. pure crack, angst if you squint real hard until ur eyes close, tons of fluff, literally the dumbest thing i've written help, basically idiots2lovers, ateez are chronic simps to the point where it's hard to watch, borderline unhinged behavior, they are also himbos!

warnings. alcohol intake (wooyoung and his wine), cursing, not proofread sorry </3

note. hi! this has been sitting in my drafts for a long while and i'm so sorry it took so long to be posted (almost d worded bc of my assignments) anyways, i kinda added a spin on this req by making it a poly fic, i hope you don't mind! thankyou so so much for being my first ever request<3 hv a great day!! ily ^3^ ++ feedback would be greatly appreciated pls i need to improve my writing

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San thinks this is definitely a level nine code red.

To give you an understanding of San’s Catastrophe Indicator, here’s some scale to context; a level eight would be Wooyoung somehow finding out his deepest darkest secret— that he still sleeps with his plushies every night; and a level ten would be getting zapped on the ass by his dad’s lightning bolt (and potentially having to stay in the infirmary for a week). So yes, a level nine is alarming, if not, exceptionally lethal.

It’s been exactly 53 minutes and 46 seconds since San has been watching you enthusiastically converse with an unfamiliar boy who’s sitting a little too close to you for his liking. His heart aches at the way you throw your head back as you let out your endearing giggles and how you teasingly shove his arm while the boy looks over to you with a grin, probably proud of a joke he told that made you laugh.

(It has also been 53 minutes and 46 seconds since the pink haired boy remains frozen behind a tree— the perfect hiding spot, he mused— all the while trembling like a leaf as he struggles to resist the temptation of flying in your direction curled up as a ball to hopefully cannonball the boy off the bench beside you.)

San huffs, he won’t let this be! It’s supposed to be the special day where he and the boys finally let you know about their feelings, and he would rather backflip off a cliff than let this undeniably handsome, seemingly perfect, flawlessly flirty guy who looks like he jumped out of a popular romance anime seduce you!

He falters, however, when he sees you stand up and grasp the boy’s hand to rise along with you.

The poor boy’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he sees you inch closer to the blue haired boy, a pretty smile evident on your face as he then wraps an arm around you, pulling you close while whispering something into your ear that makes you blush.

This can’t be happening!

San’s hands turn jittery as he unconsciously moves away from his hiding spot, needing to get closer to you, his best friend that he’s been hopelessly in love with for years, but he can feel his heart finally breaking when you excitedly pull the boy into a warm embrace.

Snap!

Your head looks up to see San pausing his steps after accidentally stepping on a tree branch with eyes as wide as a deer caught in headlights. You innocently wave at him and San prays that the ground would swallow him whole.

He feels his hands grow clammy as he ungracefully dives behind a trash can to (unsuccessfully) hide himself from you and the unfamiliar boy walking together towards his direction. But of course, with the unmistaken pop of his pink hair, it’s hard not to notice him— especially for you.

“San!”

The demigod curses under his breath when he sees you in front of him and sheepishly stands up to meet your amused eyes. The blue-haired boy beside you stifles a laugh with an unconvincing cough and San thinks he hears the male mumble, “Oh, is this one of them—” before you elbow him on the stomach, cutting him off as he groans.

You pay no attention to the boy beside you as he doubles over in pain to clutch his gut, you turn to brightly grin at your best friend instead. “Meet Yeonjun! He just got here yesterday and, oh, he’s an Aphrodite kid! I think you both would get along pretty well.”

San feels his eye twitch. He tunes out your voice that rings throughout the air as you introduce him to your new friend.

A son of Aphrodite. Your new friend.

Aphrodite. The goddess of beauty and love.

His heart sinks into his stomach.

This might be even worse than a code red level nine.

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“There better be a good reason for San to drag me here in the middle of drafting up my Capture the Flag strategy plans.” Seonghwa, the brain and only hope of the group, crosses his arms and tsks.

The state of an emergency calls San and Mingi (an Aphrodite kid and the first San ran to for consultation) to round up everyone in the infirmary, an unfitting spot to hold their “emergency meeting” but the two boys couldn’t wait for Yunho’s healer shift to end. Mingi taps his feet anxiously when it looks like San’s unwillingness to speak due to his sullen mood means that he will have to be the one to break the news.

Ever the poster child of rationality, he slowly starts, “We think… _____ might be interested in someone.”

“You mean some people,” Wooyoung cackles, sipping his wine from an ‘I LOVE DIONYSUS’ mug as he gestures to his best friends sitting around in a circle. “There’s nothing to worry about, everyone in camp told me she’s 100% gonna accept our confession. They even think we’re all already dating.” The boy proudly smiles, taking another sip of his wine as his stomach flutters at the thought of you.

“She’s in love with an Aphrodite kid,” San blurts out.

Splatters of red wine burst out of Wooyoung’s mouth when San’s words finally registers in his mind, leaving him to stammer and gape wordlessly as chaos ensues with the rest of the boys.

“What are you talking about?!” gasped Seonghwa, any previous thought of his strategy plans immediately forgotten.

“But— but we were supposed to tell her today!” Yunho, ever in tune with his emotions, wails while his hands slap his face to cover his already leaking eyes. “What are we gonna do with the humongous bouquet I requested the Demeter kids to make last night?!” He reaches out a shaky finger to point at the flower bouquet and an equally large teddy bear taking up a whole corner of the infirmary.

Amidst the commotion, Mingi locks his arms around Yeosang who seems to have resigned from his body completely and looks like he’d willingly give himself up as lunch for any nearby sea monster. “Guys, calm down, maybe this is all just a misunderstanding—”

“An Aphrodite kid, you say?” interrupted Jongho, already rolling up his sleeves to relieve his bulging biceps from ripping his shirt apart. “What’s this guy’s name and what does he look like?”

“Jongho, you’re not killing anyone—”

“Mingi’s right,” Hongjoong sighs, eerily calm besides the smoke fuming from his nostrils and his eyes that glint devilishly. “Instead of killing him, making him suffer throughout his afterlife sounds much better, I’ll make sure my dad takes note of him.”

“That’s not what I meant!” interjects Mingi who, still grasping a Yeosang who’s ready to jump up and dash off into the ocean, shoots a desperate look begging for help to the eldest.

“Maybe he’s trying to seduce her into a pyramid scheme?” Seonghwa supplies weakly, brain racking to find any other reason to support the idea that maybe you’re merely close with this person as friends and not because you’re in love with him.

“And why the fuck would he do that?”

“We demigods aren’t immune to capitalism.”

“It’s hopeless,” counters San, shutting everyone else up. They look over to him with furrowed brows and trembling lips, one that matches his own. “You weren’t there– you didn’t see what I saw. She looked so happy.”

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The eight sulky boys toddle around mopily as they pick apart the romance-themed decorations littered around the hidden area you all claimed as your group’s private hangout place. They can’t help but feel dejected over the fact that you— their best friend who they’ve been in love with for years, like someone else.

“Thought I’d find you guys here.”

Speak of the devil.

Their heads snap to find you walking on the path of rose petals they prepared earlier today, dressed in a baby blue mini dress you reserve only for special occasions instead of your usual get up of the orange Camp Half-Blood shirt and jeans. An easy smile rests on your face as you greet your best friends and they can’t help but feel their hearts grow heavier at the sight (except for Yeosang who is too busy panicking over you possibly noticing the ‘We Love You _____!’ banner that is still on display).

“______, what are you doing here?” The glint in your eyes visibly falters at Seonghwa’s question, your excitement twisting into unbridled nerves that settles uncomfortably in your gut when you notice everyone staring at you as if you shouldn’t be here.

Word spreads crazy fast in camp and it didn’t take long for you to overhear about the surprise the boys had planned for you. Although it unsettles you that the boys might be upset at their spoiled attempt of surprising you, you can’t help but feel giddy at the thought of them liking you back after all these years of you believing that your feelings went unreciprocated.

So imagine your confusion when none of your best friends showed up to lead you to your surprise and that, after happily skipping all the way here, you find them hostile in your presence.

“Uh,” you trail off, nervously picking at the skin around your fingernails as you try to gauge their reactions. “It’s just… I didn’t see any of you today except for San. I missed you guys.”

It seems like that was the wrong thing to say as the boys, to your confusion, suddenly broke in tears.

“You can’t say things like that!” Yeosang hiccups, bringing a hand to his face to wipe the steady stream of tears falling from his eyes and earning broken mutters of agreement from the other boys.

"Wha—What?" you stammer, surprised at their reactions. What’s going on?

“You shouldn’t say things like that when you know we can’t have you.”

“What do you mean? Why can’t you?”

“Because you’re in love with someone else!”

You pause. “Huh?” Any trace of your previous nervousness vanished, instead replaced with rejoicement at the thought of them being jealous over you with someone else. You restrain the urge to giggle.

“It’s okay, ____. We understand,” sniffles Seonghwa, clamping his hand over Wooyoung’s mouth who was clinging onto his arm while yelling: ‘NO, WE DO NOT UNDERSTAND!’ It took awhile for the eldest to eventually tackle the younger to the ground, suppressing him by placing his weight over him while Wooyoung continues to let out muffled yelps as he struggles. Seonghwa turns to you and offers a weak smile, the usual shine in his eyes nowhere to be seen. “We’re happy for you.”

You try to contain your amusement. “You are?”

“We are,” Yunho nods, hastily wiping away his own tears to hold both of your hands in his (you can distinctly hear Wooyoung’s muffled scream of ‘WE’RE NOT!’ in the background). “We’ll always be here for you. We’ll always be your best friends.”

“That’s gonna be a problem, though,” you chide lightly, feeling the smile you’ve been trying to mask creep up to your face. “I want you to be more than just best friends.”

It took a couple seconds for the sulky boys to register what you said and when they did, you’d think they’d won the lottery or something (you’re pretty sure Jongho leaped three feet up in the air).

“But what about that Aphrodite kid?”

You turn to Hongjoong in confusion. “What Aphrodite kid?”

Everyone turns to accusingly look at a certain pink haired boy.

San gulps. “Yeonjun,” he mutters. It comes out sounding more like a question than a statement.

“...Yeonjun?” you burst into laughter, uncontrollable giggles escaping you from how ridiculous this is. “We’re just friends and he has a boyfriend. I was even talking about you guys all day to him!”

“Y—you were?” San stutters, already feeling the pointed glares burning on his back. “I—I thought you liked him…”

“I don’t,” you reassure them with a smile. “How could I when I’m in love with you guys?”

Mingi lets out a relieved scream, enveloping you in a tight hug to bury his face in your hair and inhale his favorite scent— the sweet smell of coconuts; you. “You don’t know how happy I am to hear that. We’ve been in love with you too.”

You take a peek from Mingi’s embrace to see the other boys celebrating; Wooyoung’s already chugging down a freshly opened bottle of wine while the rest of the boys are simultaneously doing tiny hops in a group hug and letting out excited yelps. Your cheeks ache from grinning too hard at how cute your boys are.

“_____! We need to go to the infirmary, we prepared something for you!” Yunho excitedly pulls at your arm, just remembering the bouquet and teddy bear for you, separating you from the blonde giant who’s now sporting a pout at you leaving him.

You and Yunho both merrily skip your way to the infirmary with your hands intertwined and pink dusting your cheeks, unknowingly leaving a pink haired boy to meet his doom.

“Aha, who would’ve thought that she’s not actually in love with another guy?” San forced out a nervous chuckle, slowly backing up from his best friends and wishing he could disappear just about right now. “No hard feelings right? Everyone makes mistakes—”

“Shut up. Come here.”

Not too long after, a loud scream rings throughout the camp.

(“That sounds so much like San, don’t you think?” you worriedly ask the boy beside you who’s dwarfed behind the huge teddy bear he’s helping you carry to the Iris Cabin.

“Nah, that’s not San.” Yunho calmly shrugs, his smirk hidden behind the gigantic bear plushie as he thinks of his own revenge against the culprit for his whirlwind of emotions he went through earlier today.)

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INTERLOGUE

BEFORE THE EMERGENCY MEET UP IN THE INFIRMARY…

“Mingi.”

“Huh?” The blonde boy in question looks up to see San barging into his room, looking as if he ran a marathon to Aphrodite’s cabin (which is exactly what he did). “How did you even get inside?”

San ignores his question. “You have a new brother?”

“Oh, Yeonjun?” Mingi nonchalantly asks, missing the way San’s figure goes rigid at his name as he returns to applying black polish on his nails. “Yeah, he just got here yesterday. Cool guy. What’s up?”

“I think _____’s in love with him.”

“What?!”

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No Spilling Secrets

Spiderman/Avengers fanfic: Lee Peter / Ler Clint, Sam & Bucky

I kinda live for the idea of there being a thin line of Peter being a genius and a clumsy baby. This is probably the siliest fanfic I've ever written, but I wanted it to be less sober. Please let me know what you think.

Summary: It was supposed to be a chill and fun Tuesday afternoon, testing the new web-shooters. Well, until Peter found himself pulling the dumbest stunt of his sixteen-year short life apart from getting bitten by a radioactive spider.

"Friday, what are the risks of this blowing up on me?"

"The risks of the web shooters malfunctioning sits at 27%, Peter."

Peter carries a smug grin as he fastens the devices around his wrists, waiting for the click that tells him they are locked in place.

"Good thing 27 is my lucky number."

"Mr. Stark said to wait until he is back from his meeting-"

"Friday, come on," interrupts Peter with a whine. "I'm Spiderman. I use them every day. I'll have it under control, promise."

There is a short silence before Friday answers, sounding as unpleased as an AI can sound. "Mr. Stark will be informed as soon as you're safety is not warranted, Peter."

"Thank you, Friday! Couldn't ask for more," answers Peter with a bright grin. He had waited all day to test the new web shooters, annoying MJ as he wouldn't stop talking about it with Ned at lunch. He also didn't bother throwing the suit on, coming directly from the lab to the training grounds. As soon as the doors close behind him, Peter doesn't waste more time and jogs over to the wall that lies on the opposite. A few meters before reaching it, he speeds up and jumps. He crawls upwards with skilled movements.

"Let's see how these babies work."

With those words, Peter pushes himself from the wall and lets his arm shoot forward. A string of spiderwebs flings against one of the ceiling beams, hitting it with scary accuracy. Peter's fingers close around the web, and he uses the momentum to swing through the air. He lands with practiced ease on the ceiling beam at the other end of the gym, glancing down at his wrists with a thoughtful look. "The tensile strength is not bad, but I thought the elasticity would be better. Friday, can you please note that I have to look into that?"

"Noted, Peter."

"Thanks, Fri."

He continues testing the limits of the new webs by swinging around and jumping from high places to get a feeling for the strings' consistency, leaving it to Friday to take notes as he voices out his thoughts. Peter was about to climb down, satisfied with the information he had collected when something caught his eye. He squints at the ceiling near the bracing where the beam he stands on mends into the roof.

"Is that an arrow?"

As he steps closer, his suspicion is confirmed. The thing hanging from the ceiling is indeed one of Hawkeye's arrows. "How does no one notice that thing is still here?", wonders the teen loudly. It wasn't like Clint to leave his stuff lying around. Or, stuck in the ceiling in this case.

He stood on his tiptoes and reached for the shaft of the arrow, his inhuman sense of balance the only measure to keep the teen from tumbling down and breaking his neck.

"I recommend being careful, Peter. Those are one of Mr. Barton's new smoke-"

Peter didn't get the last few words as his fingers closed around the arrow, a winning grin growing as he gave the weapon a strong pull. The second his spidey sense goes off, he already holds one part of the arrow in his hands and stumbles when the air around him fills with a thick smock. He trips backward, trying hastily to get out of the space that fills with murky haze. Standing on nothing more than a two-inch wide metal pole, his next step back ends with his foot hitting nothing but thin air. With a surprised shout ripping from his mouth, the boy fell backward. Peter's arms flail around uselessly. In his panic, he blindly shoots a web upwards with both web shooters, praying that one of them would hit to keep him from busting his head. Both strings succeeded at sticking but in the most inconvenient way possible. In the chaos of the situation, Peter's aim had been off, causing the webs to ravel together as they lay diagonally on top of each other, sticking together as soon as they came in contact. Peter feels sick as the movement of his fall causes him to circle around like a spinning top, putting the ability of his stomach to keep his lunch to the test.

He ended up coming to a halt a few centimeters over the ground, dangling just above the floor, and although he knew his injuries would have healed quickly, he was more than happy to not have hit the ground, because that fall would have hurt like a bitch. To his luck, he had grabbed the web quick enough to avoid popping a shoulder, but with the newly developed webbing being more sticky and drying later than anticipated, he found himself stuck with bound wrists.

Peter's mouth stands open as he openly gapes, blinking a couple of times as the last few seconds start closing up on him before a low whine emits from the depths of his throat, heat rushing into his face.

"Holy frick. That was one of the most embarrassing things to ever happen to me."

"Should I inform Mr. Stark?"

"Oh my God, are you nuts- ehm, I mean, no. Please don't. That's- that is really not necessary, Fri."

"If you say so, Peter."

He glances up at his wrists, assessing the situation. The web was enclosing his wrists completely, only his fingers sticking out of the gooey mess that hangs over his head. There was a solvent inside the web shooters, but he couldn't reach the trigger to spray it, a thick layer of web fluid lying on top. Peter puffs his cheeks before putting all his strength into his arms, trying to bust through the net. His face grew red with the force he put into his arms only to sack together in defeat.

Maybe the new webs are a tiny bit stronger than anticipated. Spiderman usually had no problem ripping his webs up, but dangling in the air and having his wrists bound at an awkward angle, Peter had a difficul time concentrating enough power to push through the strings. Peter throws a longing look at his backpack. If he could only get his hands on it. He always had a small amount of solvent in there for emergencies.

Peter lets out a sigh.

He needs help.

But not from Mr. Stark. Anyone but Mr. Stark. He wasn't ready for that level of embarrassment to hit on a simple Tuesday afternoon.

"Friday, can you ask Bruce if he has some time?"

"Dr. Banner is currently not in the tower. Would you like me to call him?"

"No, no thanks. What about Natasha?"

"Ms. Romanoff is currently not available."

Okay, now Peter realizes he does have a bit of a problem. While glancing up at his hands and testing again but without success the hold on his wrists, he contemplates how he could get out of this situation. Maybe if he manages to swing his feet upwards and wrap his legs around the string, he might manage to climb back up.

"Wow, how did the spider end up caught in his own web?"

Peter's eyes dart to the person who stands leaning relaxed at the doorframe of the gym, eyebrows raised in silent amusement.

"Clint, can you please help me?"

There was a fifty percent chance to get out of this unharmed if Peter played it right. He puts on the most hopeful and pitiful expression he can muster, silently begging the archer to show mercy. The corner of Clint's lip curls into a smirk that leaves Peter wondering if he did wrong in asking Clint to help out everyone. Not that he had much variety to choose from.

"Those are some cute puppy dog eyes you've got there, kid," comments the man as he walks over to Peter. "Any idea how to get you out?"

"There is some solvent in my backpack."

Clint turns and collects the bag. He pulls it open and roams through it while stepping back to Peter.

"How did you even end up like that?" the archer asks before pulling a small vial from the back and showing it to the dangling teen, who nods in confirmation. At the question, Peter pulls a grimace.

"I'd rather not talk about it."

Clint looks up from the vial, a spark of interest glinting in his eyes. Catching on Clint's expression, Peter feels dread settling into the pit of his stomach. That had been the wrong answer.

"You don't want to talk about it?" asks Clint, and Peter keeps himself from whining as he watches the man putting the backpack down instead of helping him get the web off. The archer levels him with a knowing smirk, slipping the vial into his back pocket before crossing his arms over his chest. Peter knew that expression. He was 50% fucked.

"Care to explain what you mean by that?"

Peter didn't like how Clint's smile grew into a shit-eating grin as he tried pulling out an acceptable answer without adding fuel to the fire.

"Ehm, it's not that interesting, really. I wouldn't want to bother you with that story."

"I bet it was embarrassing," cuts Clint off, shifting his weight onto his right leg as he leans back, not looking like he's planning to help Peter anytime soon.

"Like I said, I'd rather not talk about it," mumbles Peter, avoiding the man's eyes. How the heck is he supposed to get out of this?

Clint was clearly enjoying this.

"I'll help you if you tell me what happened."

Yeah, no. Peter won't serve Clint high-class premium blackmail material of himself on a silver plate, thank you very much. Sensing the teen wouldn't spill, Clint let his hands fall as he stepped towards the teen, grin growing mischievous in a way that left the hairs on Peter's neck turn straight.

"Peter, I'm a trained spy and assassin. I have ways to make people talk. Now, do you want to tell me how you ended up like this?"

Peter knew Clint wouldn't hurt him, but the threat of what was about to come sent a shiver down his spine.

"Threatening teenagers now? That's low even for you, Barton," says Peter and tries to play the awful nervousness that spreads inside of him off, but Clint's trained eyes could read his unease like an open book. There was a reason Peter wears a mask when he fights. He sucks at keeping a straight face.

Clint chuckles before giving Peter a light push to the chest. The teen bites his lips as the spy's move acts like a reminder of the situation he's currently in, swinging helplessly back and forth, feet still hovering inches over the gym floor. His swinging stops with Clint grabbing the front of his shirt, keeping him from moving and simultaneously pulling him closer, bringing his mouth near his ear.

"Spill, little Spider," he whispers with a mock-threatening voice, but that was still enough to make Peter feel more than slightly on the edge. But he wouldn't back down now, not when the last shreds of his dignity are at stake.

"Over my dead body."

"Oh, Petey-pie," taunts Clint as he lets go of Peter's shirt, causing the teen to swing back. "I'll make you talk. Just you wait."

Peter eyes the man warily, who stretches his hand out, pressing it flat against his stretched-out midriff. He is left with no time to wonder what the archer was playing at when the fingers of the hand twitch suddenly, digging lightly into the flesh of his stomach. The movement makes him flinch violently, not expecting the ticklish spark shooting through his middle. His eyes dart up, ready to tell Clint to take his hand from him when he catches the man's expression.

He gulps.

Clint's face splits into an evil grin, and it dawns on Peter that the twitch of Clint's hand had not been an accident.

"What's gotten you so squirmy, Peter? You don't happen to be ticklish, do you?"

Flipping hell.

Clint knew exactly, how ticklish Peter was.

"That would be severely inconvenient, wouldn't it? You seem rather helpless right now."

Every muscle in the teen's body tenses at the words as his eyes are glued on Clint's hands that reach out for his sides.

"You can make this stop whenever you're ready," suggests Clint with the same shit-eating grin as before, hands around Peter's sides, ready to squeeze. Peter bites his lip to keep the tale-telling smile that threatens to slip onto his face in place. He could already feel Clint's fingers on his skin, knowing all too well what was about to come, and the anticipation was killing him. Clint seemed to know that too, the amused glint in his eyes making it harder for Peter to keep a straight face.

To Clint's credit, the spy gave him a few moments to change his mind before he started his attack.

The teen flinches as two hands tweak at his sides experimentally. A ticklish jolt ran through his whole body, and the muscles of his arms tensed up on instinct, but it didn't help make the squeezing that followed less ticklish.

"Are we trying to play tough?" teases Clint as he searches Peter's face for reactions, the latter biting his lips to keep from making noise. The chances of Clint stopping were low, but Peter's only hope was that the archer would get bored if he didn't break and let him go.

"Oh, Pete, you sure you want to do this? We both know how to get you to talk. All it takes is a little bit of this."

Peter didn't have time to wonder what kind of evil scheme the archer was planning. Even though his spidey sense warned him of something approaching, Peter couldn't do much in his current position but flinch like he got electroshocked when ten fingers unceremoniously dug into his rips. His facade crumbles instantly, loud laughter rolling from his lips as he flails around, trying to pull himself away from the wriggling diggets.

"Clihihhihihnt nohohohoh!" protests the teen through a wave of giggles before collapsing into himself when Clint claws at his stomach, vibrating his fingers into the sensitive area and sending the teen into a fit.

"Clint, yes!", teases Clint, mimicking Peter's high-pitched voice, grinning at the teen squirming helplessly under his tickling fingers.

"I didn't know our training included Spiderman."

Peter thanks whoever for getting a moment to suck in some oxygen when Clint lets up from him to glance over his shoulder.

"Oh, it doesn't. But I think training can wait. I have found something better than that."

"Something better than handing Sam his ass? I'm in."

Peter's head snaps up at the voices of the two newcomers. Peeking over Clint's shoulders, he catches sight of Sam and Bucky, clad in their training equipment, walking into the gym. His eyes fall back onto Clint, whose grin resembles a Cheshire cat when he sees Peter's expression and realizes who just joined them.

Now he was 1001% fucked.

Peter gulps when Bucky and Sam stand next to Clint, carrying similar amused but confused stricken expressions.

"Hell, how did you end up like that?" asks Sam, looking up at the string that keeps Peter in place. Clint pats him on the shoulder, shaking his head as if Peter were a lost cause.

"Don't try asking him. It seems there is some hot tea about how Pete-Pie ended up like this. Must be one hella funny story, but the squirt won't spill."

Sam snorts at Clint's words, eyeing the pitiful teen with a grin. The annoying bird-man found his predicament amusing and didn't even try to hide it.

"So you decided to torment him?"

Clint shrugs his shoulders as if the answer to that is obvious. Bucky crosses his arms, both metal and flesh bulging under his shirt at the movement as he gives a thoughtful look but not less amused than Sam.

"Why didn't you ask Friday if there is a video recording of it?"

At those words, Peter's eyes went wide. His reaction doesn't go unnoticed, and Clint's eyes sparkle at the realization that Bucky just found the answer.

Oh, hell no, he won't let that happen.

Before the spy can step into action, Peter all but shouts at the ceiling.

"Friday, activate protocol FTE-5!"

He waits with bated breath before Friday's voice echoes through the gym.

"Protocol FTE-5 is now activated."

The teen sags into himself in relief, chin leaning down onto his chest. That had been way too close for his liking. A finger pushes against his middle, making him flinch before looking up and into Sam's face, who looks down at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Hey now, what did you just do, kid?"

Sam squints at him.

"Nothing," Peter replies quickly, pointedly avoiding eye contact with the man. Clint eyes the teen hanging in front of him suspiciously. Peter didn't like the look he was receiving.

"Friday, is there a recording of what happened before I came in?" he asks without taking his eyes off Peter's face, the latter acting as if his shoelaces were the most fascinating thing he had seen all day.

"I am sorry Mr. Barton. I am not able to answer that question."

Bucky tilts his head. He glances at the teen, the latter focusing his eyes everywhere but at one of the three men.

"You did this."

Peter shakes his head, picture-perfect innocence written over his face.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

Clint's expression turns sour.

"Friday, what did Peter do fifteen minutes before?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Barton, that is classified information."

The three men stare at Peter with various degrees of bewilderment and amazement.

"You manipulated Friday? Is that what that protocol was about? Does Stark know about this?"

Peter didn't like how clammy his hands felt at the moment.

"I don't know what you mean. Friday sounds alright to me," answers Peter, voice a pitch higher than usual.

Sam scoffs and throws his hands up, mumbling something about kids and the Internet these days while Bucky studies the nervous teen.

"What is protocol FTE-5, Peter?"

Peter presses his lips into a tight line, not going to lose a single word about it. He would take that information to his grave.

Protocol FTE-5 is the result of him spending more than half of his time with the Avengers, worst of all, Tony Stark. He should probably mention that he loved working together, but there was only so much teasing a sixteen-year-old could take from his literal idol before he combusts. Tony had developed the habit of using Friday to enjoy himself on Peter's behalf. He let the AI record some of Peter's embarrassing moments in the lab or during their fights and play them whenever Peter was too annoying. At first, it had been funny, but after some time, Peter realized with shock that he did a lot of dumb stuff that shouldn't, under any circumstances, be presented to a broader audience, and with that, he means anyone other than Mr. Stark. To avoid getting killed by finding a way for the ground to swallow him whole after embarrassing himself again, Peter decided to take matters into his own hands. Thus, Protocoll FTE-5 was born.

"You know I like you, Peter, but that's dramatic even for you. Hacking into Friday and putting in a protocol to delete every recording Friday did of you in the last thirty minutes? Isn't that a major safety threat?" had asked Ned during one of their decathlon meetings, words whispered behind his hand.

"You don't understand, Ned. I'll die if things continue like this!" Peter had been nothing but serious about the matter. Getting reminded by Tony through video clips of himself that he kind off blew up the lab three times in one week was stressing him out more than he liked to admit, even though he knew Tony was only poking fun at him and not mad.

Ned had given him a skeptical look before he glanced around to make sure no one was listening to their conversation.

"What does FTE even stand for?"

Peter had given him his most serious expression.

"FTE - Fuck, that's embarrassing."

He had to admit, Ned's disappointed look kinda hurt his pride. He thought the name was good.

"That name is embarrassing. You are acting like a baby, Parker."

MJ had stood behind the two and rolled her eyes before throwing a ball of paper against his head to get his attention back into the meeting, leaving him with a beet-red face and his head in his hands. Ned had leaned over, poking his head with a pen to see if his friend was still alive.

"The name fits. That was really embarrassing."

Peter had wanted to die.

So, no, he wouldn't talk about it. Ever. Nothing could bring him to spill.

"We are back to not talking again? Well, tough luck, Parker. While I'm capable of mercy, I know someone who doesn't register that word in his dictionary." Clint tilted his head towards Bucky, who was sporting a menacing grin on his face.

Okay, Peter, don't let them intimidate you. They will let up if things get boring. At least, that is what he tries to tell himself as he holds his chin high, leveling Barton with a challenging smile.

"You're saying Bucky is illiterate?"

Sam honest to god, snorts at Peter's words and claps a hand onto Bucky's shoulder as he bends over, laughing into his fist. Although the joke is on Bucky, the ex-assassin's composure slips ever so slightly as a twitch of his lips upwards shows he was just as amused as Sam.

Clint, on the other hand, is for once lost for words. It doesn't happen often, but Peter just managed to leave the quickwitted spy flustered.

"I did not-, Bucky's is not-, oh, you know what, you'll regret that, kid."

Maybe sassing at Clint while dangling with bound wrists from the ceiling hadn't been his wisest idea. A nervous smile wound a way on Peter's face when Clint stalks over with a scowl, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows.

"Hey, how about we talk this out? Clint, please?"

If looks could kill, Peter would have died three seconds ago. Clint's smile doesn't reach his eyes. "Oh, we will talk. After I'm done with you."

Oh my god, now he was utterly fucked. Like, absolutely inevitably fucked.

"You don't have to do this Clint, serious-NOHOHOHOHOHO!"

Peter violently pulls at the string holding him in place, a scream ripping from his mouth before a burst of hysterical laughter fills the entire gym. Fueled by the strong reaction, Clint continues digging his thumbs into Peter's exposed armpits.

"CLIHIHIHIHINT! PLEAHAHASE STAHAHAHAHAP!"

"What's wrong, Peter? Where is all of that sass now?" mocks the archer before he changes from using only his thumbs to all of his fingers to scratch and scribble along the sensitive pits, earning him a shriek and lots of bucking as Peter desperately tries to do anything to get the fingers away from his skin. Oh my god, it tickled so bad Peter thinks he's growing mad. The fingers dig into all his worst spots with deadly precision, rendering him into a squealing and widely kicking mess in mere seconds.

"Seeing this with my own eyes, I would almost conclude that he's ticklish," heard Peter Sam say over the sound of his laughter.

"What makes you think so?" asks Bucky with feigned surprise as the two just stand there, observing how Clint absolutely wrecks Peter. Peter doesn't know why their casual teasing causes him to grow even more embarrassed than he already was, but he feels his already reddened face heat up even more.

"Clint, I think you should let Mr. Tomato over here breathe. The kid looks like he's about to burst."

To his immense relief, the fingers retreated shortly after Sam's comment, giving Peter time to suck in precious air. He was panting, arms aching from straining himself in the unfavorable position. When his breathing calmed down and he didn't feel like his heart was about to burst from his chest, Peter dared to glance up. Nervousness washes over him as he realizes that the three men had been watching him collect himself.

"So Spidey, you think you can last against three Avengers?" asks Sam as he steps closer, a predatory grin on his face. The hair on his arms and neck stands up when Bucky starts moving. The taller man walks around him until he stands out of his vision, but Peter can feel him hovering over him from behind, and the knowledge does nothing but send his senses on edge.

"Are you ready to talk yet, Peter? If not, you don't see it, but Bucky here is ready to get into interrogation mode," informs Sam with a sadistic glee in his eyes. As on command, a pair of hands come into view, hovering just above his stomach, and Peter bites his lips, trying to keep the smile down that's forcing its way on his face. The hands begin to inch closer, barely hovering over his tummy, and Peter sucks his stomach in, trying hard to keep it together. When the hands shot forward, fingers wriggling tauntingly but not actually touching him, Peter's resolution breaks. He is immensely embarrassed by how quickly he crumbles.

"Get awahahahahy from mehehe!" squeezes Peter out between his panicked laughter. Clint grins in amusement, watching the squirming teen from the sidelines, giving Sam and Bucky a chance to have their fun but not leaving a moment to poke fun at Peter.

"He hasn't even started, kid. You won't last a minute, but you can make him stop now. You simply have to spill your dirty little secrets."

The three men wait, but Peter stubbornly shakes his head, not giving in.

"Well, we tried it the easy way. Bucky, go on."

Clint grins at the way the kid's eyes grow wide as the hands start coming into contact with his middle, and begins ruthlessly tickling him.

"NAhahahah BUHUHUHUCKY DOHOHON'T!"

He throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut tightly as an assault of ticklish sparks shout right from the place Bucky's fingers dig into his skin into his brain, leaving him in stitches.

"Let's take this up a notch." Sam grins and walks over to the screeching teen, ready to join the party. Peter's eyes shoot open as he feels a second pair of hands beginning to tickle him, seizing his hips and giving them a quick succession of well-timed squeezes. The feeling of four hands tormenting him became unbearable quickly. Peter's body acts on its own when he tensed his arms and pulled his feet up towards his chest. Before Sam could register what was happening, a pair of thin but strong legs closed around him, catching and trapping his arms against his waist and rendering him immobile.

"How did you manage that?" asks Bucky from behind Peter with amusement as he catches Sam's predicament.

"Come on, Peter. Let Sam go. You should stick to catching bank robbers or flies and not birds."

"Thehehere are spidehehrs thahahat cahahtch bihihirds!"

"Alright, nerd," teased Bucky and rolled his eyes before he claws with his right hand into Peter's ribcage while the other scratches teasingly into his exposed armpit.

"No, no, no, Buhuhuck, pleahahase dohohn't!"

"Let him go, and I'll stop," he suggests, tone playful.

"Youhu're lyhyhying!"

"Oh, how did you know?" asks Bucky, smirking and kneading into the kid's lean sides, earning more trashing and shrieking.

"Bucky, stop tickling him for a moment. I think he's going to break my spine at this point."

Sam pulls a grimace as Peter's legs squeeze tighter around his middle with every second.

"I think I can help with that."

Clint approaches the man, glancing over Sam's shoulder at Peter.

"Peter, let go of Sam."

Peter shakes his head violently, not thinking about giving Sam another chance to attack him.

Clint lets out a sigh before shrugging his shoulders.

"You leave me no other choice, kid."

Clint stands behind Sam and glances down where Peter's legs close around the man's midriff. He reaches out and quickly scribbles his fingers over the soles of the teen's feet. With a high-pitched shriek, the legs let loose, and Sam was about to let out a sigh of relief when a foot came in contact with his chest and sent him flying back a few meters.

"Shihihit! Sohohohrry Saham!"

He hears Bucky let out a shocked but not less amused laugh.

"You should wear shoes in the gym, Peter. Bruce or Tony will kill you if they find out you walk around here in just socks."

"I wahahas juhuhst testing out my geahahahar."

"Still, that's dangerous. Something could happen to your feet."

Clint reaches out to catch one of the flailing feet to give it a quick tickle, but Peter sees it coming and pulls them quickly close to his chest, scowling at the man as threateningly as he can while laughing his head off. It wasn't very threatening.

"Leahahahave them alohone, Clihint!"

Clint puts his hand up defensively, carrying a smirk on his face. "Okay, okay. No need to pull a Sam on me, kid."

"Hey!" shouts Sam from his place on the ground, grimacing as he rubs his chest.

"Clint's right, that's still dangerous," comments Bucky, and it drives Peter mad how the three were talking this causally while the ex-assassin did everything that leaves Peter laughing his head off.

"I dohohon't wear shohohes in the suhuhit eithehheher!" he protests as well as he could.

Sam frowns at that when he comes to a halt next to Clint, sending Peter a disapproving glance. "Don't let the public hear that. I can already see CPS getting sent after us. Excuse me, your enhanced spider toddler doesn't wear shoes while fighting DoomBots. We need to do a home visit. "

"I ahaham nohohot a toddlehehrr!" growls Peter, glaring at Sam.

"You are not? I'll bet I can make you sound like one."

Before Peter can ask what Bucky is talking about, a muscled arm wraps around him, finger hoking under the hem of his shirt and pulling it up. The arm stays wrapped around his chest, holding the shirt in place and exposing his middle to the cold air while simultaneously taking the last bit of room Peter had to move. He was now rendered completely immobile, and whatever Bucky was planning to do to him, Peter didn't know how much more he could take.

"Would you look at that? Is that a cute little tummy that begs for attention?"

Peter's eyes grew twice in size at the words and the tone of voice Bucky was using. Bucky cannot be serious about doing this.

"Does Pete-Pie's tummy want some tickles? Hmm?"

Peter didn't need to see the man's face to know he was wearing a massive shit-eating grin. If Peter had thought he had been embarrassed before, this was taking the meaning of being embarrassed to a whole new level. The worst thing about Bucky teasing him and talking to him like he was a three-year-old was the fact, that Peter couldn't shake off the nervous anticipation as he watched the metal arm creeping closer, fingers wriggling playfully just above his stomach.

"You still won't talk Pete-Pie?"

"Fuck off, Buhuhucky!"

Sam shakes his head as he watches Bucky messing with the kid.

"You see Barton, that is what I talked about earlier. I don't care about people telling me Spidey is a genius, that just now didn't sound very genius to me."

Clint grins at the words, shrugging his shoulders.

"Maybe he likes getting tickled?" he asks.

"Is that it, Pete? Do you like tickles? Like the little toddler, you are?" teases Bucky and starts scratching the tips of his fingers ever so lightly over his bare navel, causing Peter to scrunch his nose up as he tries to hold back the giggles that were building up in his throat. What Bucky did to him was nothing like the ruthless attacks from before. This was all gentle and teasing touches, dragging and wriggling fingertips lightly over his sides and stomach, searching for spots that made Peter twitch.

Peter was biting his lips, dreading to give Bucky the satisfaction of making any sound after getting humiliated like that, but the ex-assassin really knew how to fish for a reaction. It got harder and harder to keep the noises from escaping as the fingers wandered upwards, dangerously close to his ribcage. Catching onto the way the body in his arm tenses up, Bucky's smirk grows even wider, and he pulls his hand away, creating a false sense of security before he brings his head closer to Peter.

"I found your weak spot, little Spider," he growls into the teen's ear, and his hand shoots up, pressing his fingertips under the highest of Peter's ribs, and vibrating his hand but not in a ruthless manner from before. It did create just the effect he had gone for, breaking the last of Peter's walls down, and soon high-pitched giggles poured out of the teen's mouth. A wide grin splits Peter's face, and the childlike giggles cause the three men to grin at the sound filling the gym. As much as they liked teasing Peter, they all had to admit that his high-pitched giggles were nothing but adoring.

"Sure, you're sixteen and not three, Peter?"

Peter couldn't form an answer, too busy giggling his head off as the claw-like hand started vibrating into his belly, sending ticklish waves through his whole body. He could feel the heat in his head spreading down to his neck and chest, and he probably looked more flustered than ever before. The worst thing was that Bucky didn't seem to even think about stopping anytime soon, and Peter felt close to giving up.

"Okay, Gentleman, as fun as tormenting the kid is, we will end this here."

Peter had never felt more relieved to hear Tony's voice before. He listens half-heartedly as the man approaches the group before coming to a halt in front of him, glancing at him with a twitch of his lips.

"You're still alive."

"Just peachy, Mr. Stark."

"Good. Because I have a few things to discuss with you, Peter."

Peter catches himself as the string of web is cut and catches sight of Bucky, Clint, and Sam exiting the gym while Tony beckons him to follow him to one of the benches standing at the side.

Peter sits down while Mr. Stark pulls out one of the extra vials with the solvent for the web fluids. He holds his still bound together hands out, waiting for the man to spray the solvent and free him when he gets pushed back onto the bench.

"Mr. Stark?" asks Peter, staring wide-eyed at the man who had pushed him down.

"Oh no. You are not off the hook yet, Parker."

"I don't know what you are tal-"

"Ah ah ah," interrupts Mr. Stark and presses his finger against Peter's lips to keep him from talking.

"Care to explain why you hacked into Friday, Peter."

Oh fuck.

"Not the words I would use, but that sums it up well enough."

Peter didn't mean to say that out loud. He gulps when Mr. Stark raises an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain himself.

"These three didn't manage to, but I know how to make you talk, Peter. Don't let it come to that," warns Tony and places a hand on Peter's stomach, keeping him from getting up.

"You saw all that?"

"This is my tower kid. What did you expect?"

Now Peter was seriously fucked.

#marvel tickle fic #ticklish! peter parker #tickling #tickle fanfic #spiderman #peter parker #bucky barnes #sam wilson #clint barton #falcon #winter soldier #hawkeye #marvel fanfic #ticklish peter parker

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kakujis · 1 year

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love meter test - keisuke!;

synopsis: u test out the love meter filter on tiktok. it does not give u the answer u want.

warnings: swearing, gn!reader, semi-whiny!reader, not proofread! thats about it.

a/n: this is the dumbest thing i've ever written but i could NOT get the love meter test to give me and baji a good score so u know what?? i wrote about it! this is also all @fuyuluvr's fault. but also u should def read their blue lock ver: here.

baji keisuke is immediately up the second he hears the front door slam open, followed by your wails reverberating through the shared apartment. he jumps up from his desk chair, abandoning whatever vet textbook he was studying, running straight to the living room. he spots you, hiccuping and sobbing, “kei! kei! come here! please!”

you wipe at your tears, streaming down your face freely as your boyfriend comes to grab your shoulders. “hey! hey! baby what happened, what’s wrong?” his adrenaline is pumping, as he scans your body, looking for any bodily injuries. there’s tons of questions running through his head like: did you get hurt? did someone threaten you?

you’re clear of any physical injuries, instead throwing your phone out towards him, “this piece of shit! this piece of shit app!” you wail, and baji tilts his head.

“huh?” he says as he grabs the device. “what am i looking at?” baji stares quizzically at himself in the camera, above him being a bright pink “test your love!” box.

you sniffle, “it keeps giving us awful scores. like shit tier, bottom of the barrel, the absolute worst.” you say, quickly moving to your drafts to show the low scores the two of you kept getting. but baji barks a laugh at the way your face deflates in each video, a measly “12%....yeaaaaa” is the last one, in which your tears well-up uncontrollably. “s’not funny!”

“gimme that,” he says, swiping it from you and you don’t even protest. “let me try.”

you keep sniffling, “it doesn’t matter, keisuke, we’re not soulmates, we’re not twin-flames, we’re not even besties.” and you start to sob, again, but baji pulls you in, one arm looped around your shoulder.

“no, you just don’t have the magic touch is all.” he grins, flashing you his fangs, as he begins typing in your names.

“yeah and you clearly do.” you roll your eyes, before grabbing his arm, eyes wide, “....you spelled my name wrong!” you blubber, and keisuke raises a brow.

“what? no, i didn’t.” he says, squinting at the letters on the screen.

“yes you did!” you rip the phone from his hands, backspacing and typing both your names in, to make sure he doesn’t mess that up too.

“huh, i did.” he mutters, “my bad.”

“this is why we aren’t soulmates!” you yell, “the app was right!”

“stop whining and watch.” he says, an air of confidence surrounds him as he presses record, “see! we’re going up!”

“it just started. you gotta wait,” your tears have subsided at this point, as the both of you stare intently at the screen.

the grin on baji’s face starts to fall as the number continues to lower until it reaches a measly 54% - besties. “see i told you-” but baji clears the video and tries it again, face scrunched up in frustration. but the more he does, the more it lowers, the next is 24%, then 12%, until it reaches a depressing 6%.

it’s quiet as you pout, blinking your red rimmed eyes. you start to reach for your phone, but baji doesn’t let you. his face is unreadable as he swiftly turns and walks towards the window, before he chucks the device out.

you rush over, gasping, “keisuke, why the fuck did you just do that?!” you say, arriving just in time to watch it fall to the ground before it shatters into pieces on the street below.

“your phone was hacked or fucking rigged or something!” he grumbles, pulling you close. “we’re literally soulmates. twin flares or whatever you’re always saying.”

“… it’s twin flames.” you correct, and he mutters out a “whatever.”

“but, my phone…” you continue, sadly staring at it below.

“i’ll just get you a new one,” he snorts, besides no stupid app was gonna have his soulmate crying and this way he made sure of it. “how much was it?”

“i dunno, like 1k or something, my parents got it for me as a gift.” you shrug and baji nearly chokes. you blink up at him, fluttering your now dried lashes. “you’re gonna get me a new phone, right?”

“y-yeah…” he nods fervently, starting to sweat a little as he starts thinking that maybe he shouldn’t be so impulsive. fuck. he’s gonna have to ask chifuyu for extra shifts.

#baji keisuke x reader #baji keisuke fluff #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers x reader #this is the dumbest thing ive ever written LMFAOOO #BUT I WAS LOSING IT!!!!#pibby writing

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favouriteteddypicker · 2 months

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This is the first story I've written on here! The next one will probably be Indiana Jones, I hope you Enjoy! :) Word Count: 2.2k

Feedback/Requests/Ideas are always welcome!

Fox Mulder x Female Reader Smut

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'This has to be the dumbest show you've ever watched' you thought to yourself as you were sitting on the couch in Mulder's apartment wearing your pyjama.

It was a Saturday evening and Fox unfortunately had to work all day so you decided to just stay in tonight and watch TV. You were eating some ice cream you found in his freezer to pass the time.

Suddenly you heard his keys enter the keyhole, you looked at your watch, 00:30AM. Fox opened the door to his apartment and walked in, he saw you sitting on the couch and welcomed you with a sweet smile.

"Hey you," he said as he put his briefcase on the table "I thought you'd be in bed."

"I thought I'd wait up for you." You said as you sat to face his direction. "You're late."

"I know." He said as he walked over to you, kicking off his shoes, taking off his jacket and untying his tie. "Officially I'm not even done yet but I really wanted to come home, knowing you'd be here."

He softly pecked your lips before he sat down next you, his legs slightly spread. He took off his tie completely and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his light blue blouse. You could see that he was exhausted, but he looked so good just sitting there.

"Hey isn't that my ice cream?" He said as he looked at the now empty container sitting on the coffee table.

"It was." You jokingly said as you moved closer to him. "I got bored waiting for you, I had to do something."

You moved to sit directly next to him, he looked down at you with a sweet smile before he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and gave you a kiss on the top of your head.

“How was work?" You asked him while reaching over for the TV remote to turn down the volume.

"Way too hectic." He let out with a sigh, you noticed that he didn't really want to talk about it because he slightly closed his eyes in frustration. "Although I have to admit, maybe it was so hectic because I couldn't focus," He said as he looked you in the eyes. "Knowing you'd be here waiting for me."

His voice turned soft and gentle, you softly bit your bottom lip as you looked back at him. His beautiful eyes staring into yours before they moved down to your lips. His eyes scanned your face as his lips were slightly parted.

"Oh really?" You softly said as you placed your hand on his thigh, inching a bit closer.

"Mhm." He hummed as he moved a strand of hair out of your face, a slight smirk appearing on his lips as he felt your hand on the fabric of his trousers. "Just the thought of that beautiful face was enough to keep me from my work, I had other, more important things on my mind."

"Oh yeah," You said as you moved your face a bit closer to his. "Like what?" You teasingly asked.

"Oh come on y/n, you know exactly what I was thinking off. Just look at you, how could I not imagine myself fucking you senseless all day." He said as his head moved towards your neck, his lips leaving small and soft kisses.

You moved your head back a little as you hummed in satisfaction. Just the smell of his cologne was enough to make you weak.

"Why don't you show me what you were thinking off." You softly said as you had closed your eyes to feel every kiss that he put on your neck.

His kisses moved up your neck and towards your jaw line, he left a trail of soft gentle kisses as he put his right hand gently on the back of your neck. He put his forehead against yours as he looked into your eyes, his lips were awfully close to yours.

"I was waiting for you to say that." He said with a teasing smile on his lips before he pressed them against yours.

His left hand moved towards your lower back as he pulled you closer, leaving no space between the two of you as you put your hand on his chest. You slowly moved your hand up to cup his cheek as you kissed him harder, allowing his tongue to enter to your mouth.

He softly pushed you down onto the couch as he sat in between your legs, not breaking the kiss. His hands left your body as he went to unbutton his blouse completely and throw it to the side, revealing his toned chest.

Without any hesitation you pulled your top over your head and also threw it to the side. Looking up at him with a naughty smile on your face.

He bend down and kissed your neck again, his hands roaming around your body before they made their way to your back. He kept kissing your collarbone as he undid your bra. He slowly trailed his kisses down your chest onto your stomach.

He slid both of the bra straps off of your shoulder before he completely removed it, putting it to the side. He kept trailing his kisses down your stomach and down your belly button till he reached your pyjama pants.

He looked up at you as he firmly gripped your waist with his hands. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as he left those soft kisses. In a reflex you spread your legs a bit further making him chuckle into your skin.

He pressed his two fingers against the fabric of your pyjama pants teasing your wet core. A small sigh left your lips as your head fell back slightly.

"What do you want me to do?" Fox teasingly said as he pressed a bit harder, looking up at you and taking in your reaction.

"Oh come on agent Mulder, you know exactly what I want you to do." You said as you looked back into his eyes, seeing the teasing smile play on his lips. He was enjoying every second of it.

His hands slid down your waist and he pulled down your pants immediately taking your underwear with it as well, leaving you completely naked on the couch.

He threw your clothes to the side before he took a moment to admire the sight in front of him. Your chest rising a bit faster than usually due to your excitement, your legs already slightly spread for him, your hair looked a bit messy and your lips were a bit swollen from the kissing. He loved seeing you like this, it was all he could ever think of.

He placed his big hands on your knees before trailing them down your inner thigh. You closed your eyes and rested your head back on the armrest, as you felt his hot breath against your skin.

His hands spread open your legs a bit more before he left an open mouthed kiss where you so desperately wanted him to. Your back slightly arched at the sudden feeling. You could feel him smile against your bare skin.

His tongue felt amazing inside you as he continued with his tongue, your hand moved down towards his head as you grabbed a hand full of his hair, softly tugging at it. A small groan left his mouth and vibrated against you as small moans left your now parted mouth.

His hands roamed around your body before he settled one hand on your lower back, moving it down and cupping your ass while softly squeezing it. His other hand held your hip in place as you felt his nails dig slightly into your soft skin.

You lifted up one of your legs, your foot tracing his clothed inner thigh. You felt his movements change as you did it, teasing him by inching closer every time you moved your foot.

"I know what you're doing." He groaned against the skin of your thigh as he kissed his way up to your knee.

He was sitting on his knees on the couch inbetween your legs as he grabbed your waist with two hands and pulled you against him, your hot core against the painfully large bulge in his trousers.

You gasped as you felt him against you, you immediately put both of your hands behind his neck and pulled him down so his lips could meet yours. Your tongue fighting his as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer against you.

You buried one of your hands into his beautiful hair while the other one moved down his muscled back, slightly digging your nails into his skin.

You decided to move both of your hands across his toned chest and make your way down his stomach towards his belt. You slowly started to grind against him as you started to unbuckle his trousers.

He chuckled into the kiss before he broke free, "You really can't wait, can you y/n?" He said in a lower voice than usual.

"Fucking hell Mulder can you blame me?" You said as you looked up at him, getting rid of his belt. "Look at you, just feeling how hard I made you could be enough to get me off."

"Oh yeah?" He said with a smirk on his face as he unzipped his trousers and pulled them down. "You're the only one that could ever make me this hard y/n, you drive me absolutely insane."

At this point his voice and looks alone would be enough to make your night, it was deeper than usual and had a slight grasp. His eyes were focused on yours, his toned chest had little drops of sweat on them, his hair was messy from your hand, his lips were plumped and slightly parted as he breathed out.

"Fuck me Mulder." You sighed as you looked at him, you couldn't help yourself anymore but luckily for you you didn't have to.

He put one of his hands next to your head to support himself, with the other hand he pumped himself before lining up with your entrance.

He put his forehead against yours as he looked into your eyes, watching your mouth fall open as he slowly pushed himself in, letting you adjust before he started moving again.

You cupped his face with your hands, not allowing him to move away and take his eyes off of yours. He held your hips in place with his one hand as a smile played his lips, scanning your face.

You moved your hands down and put them on his shoulders, supporting yourself as you dug your nails into his skin. Your head fell back as he pushed further into you, his lips immediately attacking your neck. Softly biting your skin and leaving small hickeys.

You wrapped your legs around his waist even tighter allowing him to fill you up completely. You felt him groan against your skin as small moans left your parted mouth.

His thick hair softly tickled your face as his hand that was holding your hip moved up by your waist towards your chest. He cupped your breast as he picked up his pace, his neck kisses getting sloppier. He rested his head in the crook of your neck as he sped up just a bit more.

His hand massaging your breast as you put one hand in his hair, softly tugging at it as your moans began to fill the room accompanied by his low groans as he felt you clenching around him.

His hand moved past your breast and slowly wrapped around your neck, pressing against the hickeys he previously left. He tightened his grip as his moves started to get sloppier.

He moved his face out of the crook of your neck and placed his forehead back against yours as he looked into your eyes with his slightly parted mouth as he breathed heavily.

"You feel so incredibly." He moaned as his eyes sometimes fell close due to his pleasure. "I can't take it anymore y/n."

Your back started to arch as Fox kept hitting that same spot, you tried to answer him but you couldn't control the sounds coming out of your mouth as you looked at his beautiful face.

You felt a wave of pleasure wash over you as you grinded your hips against his. Your toes curling out of reflects as you grabbed a hand full of his hair, pulling his head back as his mouth fell open and his eyes shut close.

Your body clenched around him as you felt him twitching inside of you, moaning your name as his movements slowed down riding out both of your pleasures.

He rested his face on your chest once you let go off his hair, both out of breath as you softly rubbed his back and the nail marks you accidentally left on his shoulders.

"You have to wait on me more often." Fox joked as he pressed a sloppy kiss against your skin.

"If this is my reward I'll wait for you every single night." You said as you traced little circles on his back.

#fox mulder #fox mulder smut #x files #fox mulder fanfiction #fox mulder x reader #fox mulder x you #x files fanfic #smut writing #smut #wattpad

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giulliadella · 4 months

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Hellraiser: the Toll is dumb AF

You freaks liked my review of The Scarlet Gospels, so I'm here to deliver this short review of another garbage Hellraiser novel while I'm procrastinating with studying for the finals. Spoilers for the entire thing (and some funny fanart) below:

Hellraiser: the Toll is a novella written by Mark E. Miller that serves as a passage between The Hellbound Hearts/Hellraiser movie and The Scarlet Gospels. It sucks harder than a black hole.

Short summary (5 sentences)

Kirsty Cotton is a depressed fucked up person that is running from place to place because she's scared of "The Cold Man" which is a nickname she gave to Pinhead. She gets a letter from some random theology professor and decides to go visit The Devil's Island in French Guiana where she's told the Cenobite would wait for her. She goes to a hotel kept by an old lady and a butler named Walter, the old lady is skinned alive and the butler tries to kill Kirsty, but she smacks his face with a hammer and kills him. Then she enters the jungle prison on the Devil's Island and meets Pinhead, they chat, then argue, then start a fight which ends by Kirsty smashing his face with a hammer and taking out one of his nails. She returns home and keeps the nail in a jar on her night stand.

Endlessly confused plot

I honestly can't tell what universe does this book describe. It's a mashup of "The Hellbound Heart" and Hellraiser movie, but the second movie is not cannon, which is very weird. The author basically picked and chose whatever random thing he liked and made a senseless mashup. One of the worst things about it is the same fucking issue with the Boom! comics and that is that Kirsty hates Pinhead because he "killed her father and ruined her family". Which is pure bullshit from every angle. In "The Hellbound Heart", Cenobites only killed Frank and Julia and let her go. In Hellraiser, they also killed Frank and Julia and she barely escaped. Her father was killed by FUCKING FRANK. Pinhead didn't ruin Kirsty's family, Frank did. I don't think that Kirsty would hold any ill intent towards the Cenobites, in fact, in Hellraiser 2 she objectively doesn't. She wanted to save them for fuck's sake. And they all gave their lives for her. I really have no idea why would she have any reasons to hate Pinhead, but oh well.

Pinhead acts like a whiny little child

Seriously, what the fuck is with these books and assassination of Pinhead's character? Why the FUCK is he depicted as narcissistic, misogynistic motherfucker, when he couldn't be further from it? Also, why does he use his fists to fight Kirsty when he can summon chains with hooks by will and also has like 12 butchering knives hanging from his belt? The worst part is probably the dialogue, especially when he says "Jesus wept", like, come on, that's the dumbest thing I've ever read. Does the motherfucker who wrote this think that Frank and Pinhead have any parallels? Because if he does, he needs a hit on his head with a hammer, just to reset his brain.

Hell is shit - literally

The description of Hell in this book is even dumber than in Scarlet Gospels. It says that the floor in Hell is made of shit. And there's a hole and people in Hell worship the hole and throw babies in it. Like, what the fuck. Also, I fucking hate the fact that he described Cenobites as foul smelling. Do your research, motherfucker, they smell like vanilla! There is some stench of rot beneath, but nobody in the entire franchise never had the urge to vomit when they were close to the Cenobites, so it can't be strong. I don't know how did the author of this garbage come to the idea that Cenobites smell like shit and that Hell is made of shit, but it's literally like how a 13 year old would describe it. I don't know what is the reason, but maybe, just maybe, straight men have much different interpretation of what Cenobites are compared to queer women like myself.

Stuff I liked

There was one scene where a demon was running in the rain screaming FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK! until he was struck by lightning. I laughed my ass off with that.

The fact that Kirsty kept the nail she knocked out of Pinhead's face by her bedside was so cute. Like, this book has some shipping, but it fucking sucks. Mostly because both Pinhead and Kirsty are very much out of character. But keeping the nail was definitely in character for her lol.

Overall, this entire book could be summed up by this illustration:

The Toll sucks. It doesn't suck as much as Scarlet Gospels, and, thank Goddess, it's only 40 pages long. But it still sucks. It ruins both Pinhead and Kirsty and their relationship and it's definitely not worth your time. If you want good stories about the Hell Priest and his human crush, go to AO3, there are many of superior quality.

#hellraiser #book review #rant #fanart #pinhead #kirsty cotton

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sarcasticsunshine123 · 9 months

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I got 1 like ty here's the dumbest thing I've ever written god bless

#sunshine writes #portbowell #caswen

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aughtpunk · 30 days

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question 44

any writing advice you want to share?

Write the absolute dumbest shit you can think of.

I think a lot of people get hung up on "I want to write, but I'm not a good enough writer to write the story I want to, so I won't write". Hell, I was caught in that loop for AGES in my early 20s. So I feel the best way to counter act this is to not write the super huge serious world-changing novel inside you, but to instead write the dumbest fanfiction possible. That way you get used to writing without worrying about writing badly, because who cares if it's bad if it's dumb as hell. Keep doing this and before you know it your writing skills will improve to the point you can write that amazing manuscript.

And to back up my idea here's a list of the dumbest things I've ever written:

I turned Jeff VanderMeer's beautiful yet haunting Southern Reach Trilogy into an 80s sitcom

I have written multiple stories about characters getting bread loaf children

I wrote a story just based on the line from the movie The Devil which goes like "toast always lands jelly-side down when the devil is around"

"What if," I said to myself, "Angels and Demons could do Steven Universe Gemfusions when they danced"

I had a story where Overwatch characters explain how the blockchain works

A story that involves the phrase "baby cannon"

And finally, I had a friend who started writing a very serious tragic romance fanfic but never finished it so I wrote them and ending where The Doctor shows up to save the day

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I still love you (Sebastian sallow X Amelia Marksmen)

(Warnings: Smut, oral :female Receiving, breeding kink, dominant sebastian)

(My first attempt at a fic with proper written smut so I apologise if it's bad 😅😅😅😅, Amelia is my new sliverin mc )

Sebastian Sallow, was sentenced to Azkaban at the end of his fifth-year, for killing his Uncle. I was part of the reason that he was put there, no longer able to agree with his actions. Now, it's been five years, he's twenty-one and he's been set free and I'm afraid he might come after me—for revenge.

Amelia's pov

Me and sebastian used to be friends, more than friends almost and now, I'm always wondering if the next knock on my door...will be him. Its bad to think like that but I cant help it and whenever I went out I'd look over my shoulder making sure I didn't see him think the worst could possibly happen if he dose come back. I swear if it wasn't for my friends mainly ominis, poppy and natty and my twin brother Elijah I definitely would've gone off the rails due to my nerves but I've remained sane so far. I had confounded I'm sebastian about all the things me and my brother had been though in our childhood and he was always there to listen to me. At the moment I was getting ready for bed after Having been out getting things for little Lillians birthday, Lillian is the child Elijah and ominis adopted together and she's the cutest little girl in the world. There was a storm outside the sound of the rain hitting the window brought a senes a peacefulness to me but there was still that feeling that something was gonna happen but I ignored it as I got into bed. Just as I was about to fall asleep a flash of lightning made me jump since even as an adult I'm still scared of thunder storms but what made it worse was when I hear a sound of a twig snapping from around back.

I got out bed and carefully go to look out the back window hoping it was just an animal, as I looked out the window I didn't see anything but that feeling of being in danger was still there so I ran and grabbed my wand there stood in the dark facing the backway of my cabin. I held a vise like grip on my wand and just as I was about to go back to head a heard a soft whisper "hello?" Making my eyes widened as I recognised the voice, it was sebastian and he had fianlly come me. A part of me was happy that he was finally back home but a part of me was still scared think he held a grudge for what I did and was gonna get his revenge. I feel like my heart will explode, I feel so many emotions. The face i see though the window, his eyes...I remember those eyes. I find myself staring him down "Sebastian...? What are you doing here?" I asked still standing my ground "I'm here to talk to you" He replied lookinng back at me through the window, his eyes seem...more intense then before. The rain had course his brown curls to become flat against his head "Let me in and we can discuss the last five years" he says like he was begging me to let him in. I held my shaking hand up with my wand "I don't know if I can sebastian" I said firmly "Of course you can. It'll be like old times" he said with that same smile he gave me the first time we met "I didn't travel all the way to your house to turn around and be denied" he added on which was true but I was still nervous as he asked again to be let in. I take a deep breath, this will either be fine or the dumbest thing I've done as I slowly walked to the back down unlocking it then opening it stepping back for him to come in still keep my wand in hand as he walked inside his clothes soaking from the rain.

He looked at me after shutting the door "I missed you darling" he says kinda surprising me "you have?" I asked, I those he'd hate me after what happened but there wasn't an single shred of hated to be heard or felt. He nodded as he began to walk over to me and smirked "More than you know, I've thought about you ever day since I've been locked up" he replied as he watched now stood in front of me "You haven't stopped thinking about me, have you?" He asked. I lowered my wand "truthfully there hasn't been a day that's gone by that I haven't thought about you" I admitted to him as he smiled slightly "do it's mutual then darling" he says. He gently traced the outlines of my face sending shivers up my spin as I could feel those same butterflies that I would get all those years ago. His touch was familiar yet something different in the way his body approached me, his fingers gently brushed my lips. I looked into those beautiful brown eyes, i looked deep into them and it felt like my world stopped, I was finally...with the man i loved. I had been dreaming of this for so long and I could finally touch him. Sebastian leaned in closer and our lips met, It was passion & intens his lips pressed against against mine was something I had wished for. I of cause kissed him back and one of his hands held the back of my head while the other rested on my waist My fingers were intertwined in his hair. Both of our tongues danced around each other, his touch was making me feel so much, He was everything to me in that moment, everything i've ever needed.

He pulled away briefly, looking into my eyes "Let's take this somewhere a little more...private dear" He said smirking at me and I couldn't help myself as I blushed and nodded in agreement. He smirked at me, his eyes were filled with a new hunger that I had an idea of what it means, He took my hand and lead me up the stairs towards my bedroom. Once in my bedroom he shut the door behind us and then turned to me still smirking "are you ready my darling?~" he asked and I looked up at him as he stood in front of me now "yes" I say and judging my his reaction he loved that word as he brings me over to my bed. He gently pushed me down onto it and climbed on top of me a look of pure love and lust in his eyes "I've been waiting so long for this" he says. He moved closer to my face, his nose just barely touching mine & Sebastian let out a tiny chuckle He kissed me again, deeper this time and nothing else mattered apart from having this moment with him. I feel my heart pounding in my chest and my body burning with pleasure as Sebastian kept kissing me, his fingers were now going under my shirt. Sebastian worked to undo the bottoms of my pyjama top and it didn't take him long to remove it "holy shit your so fucking hot" he says looking at my body and I blushed a little, his lips then found my neck. Once the brushed against a particular spot I gasped slightly and he the attacked that spot which resulted in me letting out a moan, I feel him smirking against my skin and his hand went to work in removing my bottoms. It revealed the pair of black lace panties I wore and his fingers rubbed over the fabric making a louder moan leave my lips as he kept up the motion for a few seconds before finally removing the panties and throwing them somewhere in the room.

I removed my bra leaving me completely naked in front of this man "oh I am gonna take full claim over you darling" he says as he moved down and slowly kissed up my thighs making me let out a pathetic sounding whine. He smirked then out of nowhere I felt his tongue against my Clit and I don't think I've ever moaned that loud before, the moans doesn't stop and he continues that attack against my clit and I felt myself getting close. I bucked my hips and he smirked pushing them down "I want you to only cum when I say, you got that?" He says in a demanding type of voice "y-yes~" I moan out. He smirked and continues his attack till I could feel myself practically brusting "do it, I wanna taste you" he growls and I let go Cumming over his face. He licked the area clean and got up, while keeping eye contact he got himself undressed and holy shit he has an amazingly buff body. He had the perfect amount of chest hair that was placed just right but what left my eyes wide was his size, I had kinda imagined it before but damn. He took his hand and whiped my clit collecting a mixture of my cum and his Spit levering himself with it pumping a couple times. The moans that brought out of him were so hot "ready my love?" He asked and I nodded, without saying another word he line's himself up and slams into me which course me to scream out from please. He didn't waste a second before he trusted hard and fast grunting with each thrust. The room is filled with a mixture of skin slapping against skin, his grunting and my moans especially when kissed my neck again leaving more marks. Oh god this was so god damn amazing "oh baby~ your so tight for me~" he groans into my ear and I scratched up his back, he trusts got faster and I had ended up having several more orgasms. He groans again "I wanna put a baby in you" he said completely out of the blue but the thought of that left he shaking wity pleasure "oh you want that? Want me to fill you with my seed so you can carrying my child?" He asked in a teasing voice. I nodded and he smirked even more "well I shall grant your wish my love" he says and his thrusts started to get sloppy and with one last go he stops as I feel his seed spurt inside me. He Stays like this for a second "wanna make sure a baby is definitely made" he says and finally he pulled out laying next to me. I right away cuddle into his side with him wrapping his arms around me "I love you so much darling, guess it means we're a couple now?" He asked with a slight chuckle "well of course I does seb" I say and he kissed my forehead.

#sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian x mc #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow #Amelia Marksmen

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Betrayal Most Foul

(Also available on AO3 ) +18 MDNI Includes: 992 words, Papa III/Reader, Terzo/Reader, Domestic fluff, fluff, fighting, betrayal, spouse betrayal Notes: I'm gonna level with you. This is the dumbest thing I've ever written. I am very sorry.

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“Cara mia!”

You nearly jump out of your skin. Terzo wasn’t supposed to be back for another day. He certainly wasn’t ever supposed to know about this. You grab the covers and try to hide what you’ve done as if it were any use. “Terzo! You’re early!”

“Cara mia, I can’t believe this!” He says with such betrayal and hurt, you immediately feel sick.

“It’s not what it looks like!” It’s a weak defence and you’d surely give him a better one if you had it. But facts are facts. You know you deserve his scorn.

“What sort of fool do you take me for?” His face hardens, looking a little too much like his older brother. “You think Papa is blind!? And in my own bed!”

“No, Terzo! I’m sorry! It was a mistake! A stupid mistake!” But you know that scowl too well to think begging forgiveness will be enough. Terzo maybe the least serious of his brothers, but if you make the mistake of getting on his bad side, he is very quick to prove that he has earned his position of Papa.

“A mistake?” He snaps. “That is what you have to say to me? No, no, no, foul beast. You will explain!”

Lucifer save me… There’s no escaping his accusing glare, his mismatched eyes practically flaying you on the spot. “You were away so long, Terzo! Please! Try to understand! I have needs!”

He makes a disgusted noise and pulls himself up tall, looking down his nose at you. “So this is my fault, eh? Papa must go on tour and now it’s Papa’s fault that you betray him so? You think I would do this to you while I am away? As soon as Amore turns her back, I am betraying you so unforgivably?”

That is a step too far. You know your arrangement with him regarding tours. You’ve never said a word. You pull yourself up with indignation. “As if you’ve never! I know you! What you’re like! You’ll get what you like wherever you like, and do I complain?”

Terzo stares at you like you slapped him. “How dare-… I would never!”

“That’s not what Dew tells me.” You say a little smugly.

“He is the worst sort of liar!” He fires back.

“He’s not the only one I’ve heard it from!” You’re sure that anyone in the hallway can hear you, if not the whole Abbey. If anything is true about Terzo it’s that he is not a quiet fighter.

“You could have done this anywhere, but you chose in my own bed! This is to hurt me, no? I see how this is! You make a fool of Papa in his own bed and think he’ll never find out! Your little secret!” He yells as much with his hands as with his mouth.

“You are blowing this completely out of proportion, Terzo! It was just this one night!” You never intended for things to get so out of hand.

“Is that so?” He says coldly, sending a shiver down your spine. “Only tonight eh?”

“Only tonight, Terzo! That’s all!”

He walks over and grabs the bin, plucking out something with two fingers as if it might bite him. Turning back with a dark triumph burning in his eyes, he holds up his evidence from the garbage. “Then you explain these!”

Terzo lifts his hand, holding out the three other frozen pizza boxes that you’d meant to have put out with the trash before he got back.

“… shit.” You sigh and hang your head in shame.

“Amore, how could you!? You make all of Italy ashamed and you shame me! You buy this… this… shit and you bring it in here! Where I have to live! Knowing the space is forever tainted! Do you know what will happen if my fratelli find out about this?? I will never live this down!” He paces and curses in Italian so rapidly it’s hard to catch every word.

“Terzo… please… I’m so sorry. It will never happen again. I swear. On my life.” You step closer, gently catching his arm and looking at him with your biggest doe eyes. “Please. Punish me, Papa. I know I have been bad. But please… forgive me.”

He still looks disgusted, but it fades. Slowly. Until he huffs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Amore, I taught you better than this, no? I take the time to teach you what real pizza is. Why do you do this to me?”

You stick out your bottom lip just a little. “I know Papa… but the real pizza makes me think of you. And then I am sad you’re not here to share it with.”

Finally his face softens and he sighs. “… I forgive you. But, only this once. And that all goes to the trash right now. No more of this. We find you something better for when I am away.” He narrows his eyes at you. “And there will be punishment.”

You take his hand in both of yours and softly kiss his knuckles. “Thank you, Papa.” When you look up at him however, your expression is suspicious. “Tell me the truth, I know you ate some unholy trash while you were away.”

His mouth curls up into an impish smile. “I see it on tiktok.”

You groan loudly. Nothing this man has ever said after those words has ever been good. “Papa, no…”

“You take the…” He flails for a second. “Hot pickle in a bag. And you wrap it in cotton candy.”

You yank your hand away like his hand is red hot. “Terzo, Satan below! Why!?”

“Dew dared me.” He shrugs. “It was not so bad.”

“You are getting punished for that one. That is disgusting! I think your tongue is broken!”

He grins wickedly, lifting you clean off the floor, tossing you onto the bed.

“I know a good way to find out.”

#ghost fanfiction #Papa III x reader #Terzo x reader #the band ghost fic #I have no excuse either

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kamari333 · 7 months

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Fic asks? Don't mind if I do! :D

🏅 What is the fic you’re most proud of?

🤡 What’s the dumbest thing you’ve written?

From this ask meme <3

🏅 What is the fic you're most proud of?

"Resonance" (which i still need to re-tag) hands down. It's not the best fic I've ever written (i think Burlesque surpasses it a little in terms of flow and consistency, and my D3 Anthologies in tone execution and ambiance), but I consider Resonance to be my Magnum Opus, my Masterpiece.

It was not only the first fic I did for the Undertale fandom, but also the one I have the strongest sentimentality to. I met my closest friends through that fic. I reconnected with lost family thanks in part to that fic. I wouldn't be here today if not for writing it. It got me through one of the darkest years of my life, and I'll never let myself forget that.

🤡 What's the dumbest thing you've written?

Okay so when Kam was a tiny stupid inexperienced teenager back in the early 2000s, Kam was introduced to FF.net. And Kam got all excited and experimented with a lot of different writing styles and fandoms.

One of the fics I wrote before I had to stop and give all my spoons to College was a re-write of the Legend of Zelda TV series (if you know, you know). I only really wrote one "chapter" of it, and it was just a bunch of lyrics and script-like scene directions, because my idea of a good Zelda TV show at the time had been as a disney-like musical.

I still cringe. I kinda lowkey wanna go back and continue it. It's so dumb. XD Well, most of my fic attempts pre-2017 were dumb. But I think that was the dumb-est.

It's still on FF.net. If the site ever goes down I'll have to archive it on AO3 for posterity.

#kamari333answers #kamari333askme

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the-one-who-lambs · 7 months

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😂🤡😭📌

for the fanfic ask game

😂 What’s the funniest comment someone has left on a fic of yours?

Oh god, you're really gonna make me go through all of them for this? There must be a thousand or close to it at this point, having written for this fandom more than a year now... So I just went to my inbox and found the most recent one that made me laugh. Here it is:

Also, this isn't a comment, but a couple days ago someone named "30rats" left kudos on Smitten which made me crack up.

🤡 What’s the dumbest thing you’ve written?

A My Immortal parody with Cult of the Lamb characters. I only had enough willpower to write the first three "chapters" until I felt my brainmass reach a critical low.

😭 Have you ever made yourself cry writing a fic?

...Not full on crying but I've made myself tear up a couple times.

📌 If all your fics/WIPs fell off a ship and were drowning (go with it), and you could only save one, which would it be?

What the fuck, you're gonna make me do this? Sigh. I'd have to go with The Care and Keeping of Baby Eldritch Gods. It's the biggest project I've published thus far and took me nine months to finish.

...Looking for the link made me notice it's about to hit 10,000 reads! Thanks y'all! :D

#hannah's rambles #did anyone happen to read that otzi the iceman diversion i posted a couple weeks ago lmao #this is unrelated i'm just rambling bc I like talking to myself and the gay people in my feed #I wrote it as a joke bc of something my glacial geology professor said #but it got 7 reads LMAO I'll be shocked if it ever goes past 25 hits

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Here you go! https://archiveofourown.org/works/54749353

This is probably the dumbest and worst thing I've ever written 😭

This. Was something for certain.

#mod veronika #mod talks #anon submission #drdtnsfw #David Chiem

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dragon-in-the-watery-bowl · 10 months

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Cross your Eyes, Child

More Ghost AU, this time with more body discovery.

The moment Junko, through the Monokuma robot, started talking about memories and secrets, he knew what she had planned for the second motive.

She had compiled her classmates' dark secrets and told them that she was going reveal them to the world after 24 hours, unless someone started killing.

Just like what happened in his killing game, again.

He knew that the killing game she ordened him and Akane to do with the class 79's students was going to be a prototype for this killing game, but he couldn't help but to feel disappointed at how similar the two killing games still were at this point.

Maybe she decided to reuse those motives for her killing game once she saw how successful they were at causing death when she saw the recordings of the class 79's killing game, but still, the lack of originality that was being shown was painfully boring for him.

The only thing from all this that piqued his interest was when he noticed that Makoto had grabbed one of the envelopes, that had his name written on it.

So, Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes had also a dark secret after all, huh?

He couldn't help but to go to take a peek at what was written on the paper too, and, like that, finally see the darkness that surely was hiding behind his kind and understanding mask.

Only to get an eyeful of the mildest, and dumbest, 'dark' secret he ever saw:

"Makoto Naegi wet his bed until he was on 5th grade"

Once again, his attempts to see if there was something dark and selfish inside Makoto Naegi just showed him that he was as kind and sweet as he was making himself to be, and he couldn't help but to end up completely dumbfounded by it.

After Junko retired the Monokuma from the room, and a failed attempt to make the motive void and null through telling each other their dark secrets, everyone went back to their rooms, with Makoto only being delayed by Kyoko, who tried to take some information out of him.

It was clear that her instincts as a detective were as sharp as he heard they were.

Once Makoto got into his room, he threw the envelope with his secret to the floor before letting himself fall onto the bed. With the luckster being so exhausted, letting him sleep would be the better choice, but...

"So, pissing the bed until your tenth birthday, huh?" He couldn't help but to chuckle at the muffled groan Makoto let onto the pillow before looking at him in embarrassed indignation.

"You better not say those words ever again or I'll-"

"Don't you remember, I'm a ghost, there's nothing you can do against me" Makoto's annoyed glare to him just made him want to laugh, the opposite reaction of what he was sure he was trying to get with it "Also, that's not like the worst dark secret I've ever seen..."

In that moment, Makoto's expression changed, his eyebrows quirking in curiosity at his comment "What? You know about someone else's dark secrets? Did... did the mastermind also threatened to use this same 'motivation' on the killing game you were forced to participate?"

Shit, he couldn't help but to grimace, having realized too late that he had just said a bit too much in his amusement "Well... It's just that-" He was about to tell him a lie about his knowledge of class 79's dark secrets when he finally processed just what Makoto had asked him last "Wait, what did you said?"

"W-well, I was just asking if they tried to use this motive too when they orchestrated your killing game"

"No, I wasn't asking about that" The fact that Makoto had so casually revealed to him that he knew about the killing game he made had left him unconformable, to say at least "Why do you think that I also ended up participating in a killing game?"

"Well, you've shown a lot of knowledge about Monokuma, this killing game, and the one behind it, so..."

Touché.

Defeated, he took a breath before answering "Ok, yes, I... also ended up trapped in a killing game, and having to hear all that stuff of 'kill each other to escape or stay here forever', and being given motives to kill, they're throwing to all of you. And you can imagine with who I ended up trapped with..."

"Your classmates, right?" He just nodded his head to answer the luckster's question "I see..."

"Yeah. And, thanks to m-" No, he shouldn't say it. Not now "The mastermind's machinations, from the 16 of us we were, I think that only four were able to live and escape"

"Oh dear..." His expression became one of pure horror when he said that, clearly horrified by what happened to the rest of class 79, even though he only had the bare bones of everything he did to them "T-that's so much worse than I thought..." Covering his mouth in disbelief, his horror gave way to a more determined expression in his features "Tomorrow we have to ruin this motive and make sure that no one does anything drastic because of it, we can't let what happened to you and your friends happen again!"

How naive he is, he couldn't help but to think "I know that what I'm going to tell you now isn't going to change your decision, but just because you have such a mild 'dark' secret it doesn't mean that the secrets of your classmates are going to be so childish too. Even the nicest person you can know can be hiding something awful from the rest of the world, and would rather kill than reveal such horrible thing to someone else"

"Yeah, maybe, but at least, we need to try it first before-" Makoto said to him, his eyes glazing with determination, before being interrupted by a yawn escaping from his mouth "Oh, I should be going to sleep. After all, we'll still have time to talk tomorrow. Goodnight Utsuro"

And, immediately after, he closed his eyes, drifting off into sleep.

And leaving him alone in the darkened room.

With nothing else to do except for waiting for the dawn to come.

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When he woke up, the first thing he saw was Monokuma's right in front of his, making him jump in alarm.

But the only thing the bear was interested in doing was being cryptic.

And tell him that something had happened to one of his classmates.

Thanks to what Utsuro had told him the night before, he couldn't help but to think about the possibility of someone else having died.

Just like Sayaka.

And, when he looked at Utsuro, it was clear that he was thinking the same thing.

Once he arrived at the dinning hall, only four of them were already there, waiting for the others to arrive.

Apparently, Monokuma had personally woken them up too with a vague warning of something bad having happened, and, when Byakuya suggested that whatever had happened was connected to the motive the mastermind gave them last day, they couldn't force themselves to believe him.

Only for him to warn them against assuming that, just because their secrets were soft and embarrassing, that didn't meant that the secret of someone else was going to be the same.

He couldn't help but to think that it sounded mighty similar to what Utsuro told him last night, about not trusting that everyone else's secrets were going to be like his.

After a bit of arguing, and at Byakuya's suggestion, they decided to split up and search for the others. With Yasuhiro and the girls searching in the first floor, he decided to take a look and see if any of their classmates were on the second floor.

Once he arrived, he couldn't help but to take a look at the doors to the locker rooms, and to the pool, before moving his gaze towards Utsuro.

The ghost was trying to keep his eyes away from those doors, shaking slightly while doing it.

He would look there last, he decided...

...before he bumped into Byakuya.

"Watch were you're looking, Naegi"

"S-sorry, Togami" The heir immediately smoothed the wrinkles that formed in his suit when they crashed into each other while he talked, acting like if that wasn't such a big deal "Wait, what are you doing here?"

"Searching, what do you think?" Then Byakuya pointed him towards the lockers' door "Hey Naegi, don't you think that the locker rooms look really suspicious right now? It would be a good idea to take a look, don't you agree?"

He didn't knew what had gotten into him, but, before he could answer him, Byakuya started to drag him towards the doors, no matter how hard he tried to get off his grip, forcing him to mouth a 'sorry' towards Utsuro, who was looking at the entire thing in confusion.

Once they arrived to the room, a message from Monokuma played, telling them that the doors had been unlocked for 'the investigation'.

Even with everything they tried, it was clear that someone had died.

Immediately after the message had finished playing, Byakuya dragged him towards the the girls locker, like if he knew what he was doing, and opened the door.

Then is when he found himself face to face with Chihiro's body, tied against the metal bars and the words "Bloodbath Fever" written in her own blood in the wall behind her body.

The sight of it was absolutely grizzly, but there was something else that it felt as wrong as her death.

And it was how Byakuya reacted to it.

The heir acted like if he knew what had happened in that room.

And he couldn't help but to feel a chill through his back.

Something was wrong.

But he didn't knew what it was.

#my writing #Dangan Ronpa #danganronpa #trigger happy havoc #danganronpa fangame #danganronpa another #dra #super danganronpa another 2 #sdra2 #makoto naegi #utsuro

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