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the-wintershade · 1 year

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sleep companions

pairing: jacob lee x reader summary: black irons is a hard place to break free from; its roughness seeps into everything. But sleep helps brush off the hard edges and allow for a tenderness found in napping. wc: 1.5k+ genre: COMFORT, soft!Jacob, a lot of fluff, napping, caring for each other!! a/n: i too am a sleepy one; hopefully, this piece brings you wonderful dreams.

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“Jacob!” His name rushes past your lips as he stumbles into you. Exhaustion steals his energy. His steps drag against the ground and his breaths are slowing.

Your arm reaches to curl around his side, pulling his armored body into your own. You try to compensate for his lack of coordination as best as you can, walking slower and leaning into him so he can prop himself against your body.

He grunts as you weave his arm around your shoulders. “Sorry,” he huffs, voice right near the shell of your ear, “I just can’t get my feet to act right.”

The last few battles between those weird mutated creatures must have worn him out. Jacob took more hits to the stomach and torso than usual in your last skirmish. You had done your best to give him as much covering fire as possible, but eventually, you were tackled to the ground and forced to concentrate on saving your own life.

You haven’t seen many of those creatures in the last hour or so. Maybe it was about time to give yourselves a break before moving on to the surface.

“Let’s rest for a bit,” you adjust your grip on his torso. There are a couple of crates in front of you. He could rest there while you count your ammo, medical supplies, and other trinkets you’d picked up along the way. “Give you a chance to sleep for a bit.”

Jacob hesitates before continuing, your momentum dragging him along. “No. I’ll be fine. We should keep going.”

“You’re not. Besides, you’re not in any condition to fight should those things come back.” You lead him over to the crates and help lower him to the ground so he can rest his back against one. “We’ll be safe here, for now. I’ll keep look-out. Go over inventory.”

You slip Jacob’s arm, originally on your shoulders, over your head. Before you can drop it into his lap, his hand curls around your arm. “Really. We should keep going.” His eyes are wide and pleading, but the corners around them droop and his gaze is slightly unfocused.

There’s no way you should keep going. The longer you take in his features, the more relaxed his body becomes. According to your calculations, he’ll be asleep in a few seconds.

“Sleep, Jacob.” You place your hand over his hand and squeeze it. Gently, you pry it off and carefully place it in his lap before moving up to check his health status. It’s green but teeters on yellow. He’ll need a med pack before you move to fight again.

You feel his gaze as you inspect his armor. “Hey.” His call is gentle and you meet his eyes with a softness you haven’t been able to muster in a while. Between the fights and general fear for your life, there hasn’t been much room for tenderness.

Jacob takes a deep breath, letting his eyes linger closed for a moment before he opens them, looking considerably closer to dosing off. A small grin crawls onto your face. He scoffs at your new expression but a light lingers behind his eyes. “You hear anything and I mean anything,” he leans over to nudge your shoulder, “wake me up.”

You chuckle before tapping him on the shoulder. “The world will still be here. I promise.”

“Whatever,” he grins before closing his eyes. As he relaxes, his body learns toward where you’ve perched on the crate next to him, as if instinctively wanting to be closer to you.

A small, shy smile spreads across your face as you start to count your magazines for the second time.

…

You jolt awake, frantically brushing off clawing hands and faces with sharp teeth. They felt like they were all over you, but now that you’re looking around, you realize you are inside the lab.

Jacob said he wanted to go over some upgrades. You only remember sitting down before blinking awake, arms swinging and flailing.

The weapon machine’s whines mix with your cries of fear. As much as it grounds you, the noises combine in an overwhelming combination of sounds and you clench your eyes shut, trying to fight through the lingering screeches of the creatures in your ear.

Jacob’s voice cuts through it all, concerned and gentle. “Hey, hey, hey. You’re alright.” You hear him getting closer, now sitting next to you, body angled toward you, his hands automatically reaching for yours. “You’ve only been asleep for a little bit. Figured you needed the rest.”

You take a deep breath and slowly open your eyes, focusing on the ground first and then on his gently determined gaze. It made your stomach warm. It made being vulnerable easier. “I saw those…things. It was like they were all over me.”

He squeezes your hands. “I get what you mean. I see them too.”

You nod, both saddened that this horror-filled place still follows you into your dreams and comforted by Jacob’s presence and admission. At least if you both have to witness deadly beings, you don’t have to do it alone.

You try to blink away the sleepiness, but it doesn’t work. You can still feel sleep’s pull.

Jacob picks up on the way your body slouches over and your responding grip on his hands weakens. “Come here,” he mumbles, wrapping his arm around your waist and drawing you into his chest.

Your heart picks up before a sense of comfort douses any rising anxiety. His head curls into yours. His lips ghost over the crown of your hair. “I’ll be right here. Go back to sleep.”

It takes no time for your eyelids to droop closed as you relax into his torso. It’s the first time you can remember Jacob being so physically affectionate with you but you’re not complaining. You like it, being close to him like this.

Before you sleep, you register a dorky smile on your face and a feeling of gratitude that you have each other.

You don’t have any more dreams of creatures.

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You’re on the tram, traveling between the colony and the inner lab. Wind rushes past as you sit with your back against a stack of boxes. They buffer the wind while your blinks start to slow into sleep.

Absentmindedly, you register the cut along your cheek but you don’t think much off it. Your body is too tired to worry about wounds right now.

Jacob’s hands against your shoulders and cheeks slowly close your eyes as you absorb his tenderness. His thumb ghosts along your cheek as he tilts your head.

“You look alright. We’ll see what they have back at the lab to cover that.” Jacob sounds focused but you know he’s as drained as you are. Another stint with the creatures always does this. The only difference is this was the longest battle you’ve had yet, and there was one much larger than the rest this time.

It took almost everything you both had to beat them all.

Your eyes flutter open before you muster a weak smirk. “You look as tired as I feel,” you mumble, reaching up to grasp his arm before tugging him over near you.

He crawls so he’s next to you, resting his shoulder against yours. A painful grunt echoes off the box as he tries to get into place. You keep ahold of his arm, sliding your hand down to interlace yours with his.

Your squeeze is answered by him. A relaxed breath slips through his nose as his grip carefully tightens.

“We should rest for a little while.” You whisper, already starting to lean your head toward his. To your pleasant surprise, your head brushes against his less than halfway. He must have been leaning toward you already.

You feel him rest his cheek against your head, bringing your joined hands closer to him. “Yeah, good idea.”

“Jacob?” He adjusts his head so his cheek brushes tenderly against your head.

He hums, “Yeah, (name)?”

“Thanks. For everything.”

“Yeah — yeah, of course. And thank you. You know, when we get out of here, let’s make sure we sleep on some actual mattresses.”

You chuckle and his giggles blend with yours. “Sure. But we have to sleep near each other. Just to make sure we hold up our side of the bargain.”

“Of course. I mean, that’s only fair. Have to make sure everything’s been honored.”

You blush and shake your head, leaning into him further. You knew just as well as he did that the chances of you getting out were slim, but you also knew that you would not sleep nearly as well if he wasn’t there with you, right near you. Somehow, you think that Jacob thought about the same.

…

After a few years of being separated, fighting your way around other planets and new people, your paths meet again. For a minute, it’s awkward and you both stumble over words, but soon, it’s like you both were never separated.

And you get that nap. Together. Except, instead of separate beds, you both lay near each other, facing each other’s chest.

Jacob reaches out first, an arm tentatively wrapped around your waist before drawing you gently closer until your hands are curled against his chest. He presses his cheek into your head as before and you press your nose into his collarbone.

You sigh and feel his smile as he does the same.

Finally.

#the callisto protocol #jacob lee #jacob lee fic #callisto protocol fic #jacob lee x reader #jacob fic #jacob lee fluff #jacob lee headcanon #jacob lee drabble #game is kind of slept on tbh #like it was fun #had a few bugs and things but overall pretty enjoyable #loved jacob honestly #can you tell?

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i-love-ptv · 3 months

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You can’t remember how many drinks you’ve had tonight. Everything started getting blurry after the third.

You and your boyfriend had been invited to a get-together at the local pub. Whose idea was it? Farleigh’s? No, he had just thrown a party the other day. Maybe it was Oliver’s suggestion. After all, he was eyeing that brunette the other day. Maybe he was looking for a hook-up.

You don’t know how or when you were in his arms and taken back to his dorm; But what you do know is that your feet hurt from your heels, and that your boyfriend’s bed was calling your name.

The thought of wiping the smudged makeup off of your face flew out the window as soon as your warm head hit the pillow.

But don’t worry, because as soon as he steps through the door, Felix is already rushing to find the makeup remover and cotton pads that he had stored away somewhere on his desk.

He flips you over and begins the process of removing your makeup. He can’t help but smile to himself.

He finds this situation so domestic; despite the deep snores escaping your body.

Felix gently changes you out of your outfit; trying his very hardest not to jolt you awake. You had looked so sleepy before the two of you left.

After putting you in one of his shirts, and cooing you back to sleep after you deliriously called out to him once you had woke up, he quickly strips himself down to his boxers and scoots himself under the covers with you.

He holds you close and coddles your head. He giggles softly at the sight of your small puddle of drool dripping down your face and onto your pillow. He presses a feathery-light kiss to your forehead, and grimaces a bit when he feels a light layer of sweat coating you.

But he grins, knowing that no amount of sweat, dirt, or grime could pull him away from his angel; that he swore, was ‘sent down to earth from heaven, just for him.’

Felix thought that this type of love was only something that one would find in the movies, and god is he so glad that he was wrong.

An: Made this blurb in 20 minutes for you lovelies!

Feedback always appreciated. <333

#divider by florietas #dividers by pommecita #other fic coming soon yall dw #i just need to figure out how to continue it #lee’s ted talks #felix catton #felix catton x reader #felix catton imagine #felix catton x you #jacob elordi #jacob elordi x reader #oliver quick #oliver quick x reader #farleigh start x reader #saltburn

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darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Pretty Petals Masterlist

Summary: You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems.

Status: In Progress

Girls and Flower Name List HERE!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

Part 21

Part 22

Part 23

Part 24

Part 25

Drabbles

Lee x Dahlia

Steve x Azalea

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littlespidermonkey · 4 months

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I think in the universe where the Cullens aren't in Forks, Bella Swan takes a while to come out of her shell, but when she does, she's witty and passionate and smart as a whip, even if she's still quiet and reserved. She sits with Jessica Stanley, who demands the best of everyone, and tells her friends about her boyfriend down on the rez, who is sweet and caring and funny and good with his hands, who works for everything he's ever had.

After class, during a sleepover, Bella whispers to tell Angie and Jess about the night after prom, even though her father, loving and careless, worries about her only a normal amount and loves Jacob Black like his own. When she gets into Dartmouth--all by herself, through study sessions in garages and with Jessica and in Angela's house--she chooses to go to Stanford instead. She misses the heat and light on her skin, even after falling in love with the rain. Jessica comes with her; Angela and Eric go to U of Washington in Seattle instead, for education and journalism respectively.

Bella makes sure to call every week and then one day she drives down to Seattle and her boyfriend, warm like the sun she loves and at least twice as reliable, becomes her fiancé. The ring isn't especially big or ornate or pricey, but the way she smiles could trick anyone into thinking that it was. All of her friends, new and old, are waiting at the small party afterwards, and Bella laughs the entire time. The engagement cake--chocolate, her favourite--is sweet and moist against her tongue.

She moves back to Forks once she gets her masters in information sciences and becomes the town's librarian. She gets married a month before the move, barefoot in the surf and her old prom dress, both her parents weeping with joy and Billy Black beaming damn near as bright as his son, Sue Clearwater holding his hand.

She raises her kids --both beautiful children, blessed with Jake's thick, long hair--with Angela and Eric's and takes them down to Los Angeles to visit their auntie Jess and her husband Quil, who lavishes them with gifts from her career as a top surgeon. She jokes about having to support Quil's career as an environmental lawyer and displays each and every one of his wins alongside her diplomas. When William Black II decides he wants to be a doctor too, she writes him a shining letter of recommendation to her alma mater. Sarah, who has always been the spitting image of her father, joins and eventually takes over Jacob's mechanic shop.

On occasion, Bella fights with Jacob, even though he's the love of her life. Despite this, she is never afraid of him, and he never stops her from doing what she wants. Instead, he goes out and works on his cars and comes back in an hour later with slightly greasy hands and a bouquet of flowers from Emily Young's little garden, planted to celebrate her cousin Leah Uley's wedding. Bella makes him muffins, recipe courtesy of Sue and missing bites courtesy of Seth, Colin, Sarah, Will, and Claire, with raspberries, not blueberries, just how Jake likes them. They make up, and they make changes, and they go on.

Eventually, both slower and quicker than she realizes, Bella gets old. She lives in fear of losing herself, of losing her husband and her children, like her grandmother had. But she remembers her grandkids to the very end, even gets to meet her first great-grandchild a week before it happens. Her heart gives out before her brain does, too weak and too slow.

It was too full of love, the letter from Jacob says. Sarah reads it. Her father passed a day after his wife--simply too heartbroken to live without her. Much of the town of Forks and hordes of family attend their funeral, remembering a life well lived.

It is an unremarkable life, in the grand scheme of things. She does not live to be a thousand; she is no great beast, with speed like the wind and strength; she does not discover her powers or lead a great defiance. Bella Black, happy and human and surrounded by love, could never imagine wanting anything else.

#lee's wild scribbles #team jacob #twilight saga #jacob x bella #swanblack #tw: food #OK! that's all the tags for searching so now it's time for the really important tags: me rambling #this was extremely stream of consciousness pls be nice #it was also supposed to come with a lil video like my other little ficlet for this fandom but tumblr wasn't feeling it #also i have not edited this and i'm not going to so if you see a typo you keep that shit to yourself #this was written kind of as a reflection on how bella lowkey chooses to sacrifice so much of what makes life good to me in favour of edward #and how she like. gives up her personhood and future to be his and has no friends outside of the cullens and jake #(who is essentially being held hostage by reenactment)#twilight has such a weird relationship with f3minism. i should write about that at some point #(also this is not tikt0k. i censor words so that they don't turn up in tags bc i doubt ppl in the f3minism tag are looking for twilight fic

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 11 months

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Pretty Petals 19

Warnings: this fic will include dark content including rape/noncon, kidnapping, violence, sexual acts (fingering, oral, anal, dp), coercion, bondage, and more tags to be added as the series progresses. PREPARE YOUR PANTIES, HOES.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems.

Girls and Flower Name List HERE!

Characters: Ransom Drysdale, Lloyd Hansen, Lee Bodecker, Curtis Everett, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Andy Barber, Hela, and multiple OFCs

Note: Back again.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all like birds love to appear everytime you are near. Take care. 💖

Goosebumps rise on your skin as Loki's fingertips brush along spine. You blow out a gust of air, quivering and overwrought from his rigorous attention. And ache settle between your shoulders, another in the small of your back, body contorted and bound to his whim.

Your head lays heavy against the sweat-scented linen as your ass is propped in the air. Your legs are corded with thick leather to keep them bent, your arms drawn back and wound tight. He pushes you onto your side so you grunt and he chuckles at your futility.

"Blossom," he purrs as he stretches out on his stomach next to you, "I do rather regret not plucking you from the bunch. You are… pliable."

"Sir," you breathe, heat still nipping in your cheeks, a tingle fluttering over your thighs. Again, he's stolen pleasure that leaves you scalding with shame.

"But of course, we all desire what belongs to another," he snickers as he shifts onto his side. He snakes his arm down and swipes along your cunt, twitch jolting your body. "Perhaps if you had the choice, you may have chosen me, yes?"

"Yes, sir," you're not entirely sure it's a lie but if you could choose, you would have none at all.

"Ah, you are a pretty little pet," he toys with your clit lazily, "perhaps I might give some helpful tips to the one who claimed you, hm? So you are not so wanting."

You whimper and gulp. He's satisfied with your submission. He sighs and pulls his hand back to lick away the slickness on his fingertips. Your swollen cunt throbs for more even as your head hollers ENOUGH!

"Sir," you begin, "may I ask after Iris? You did check on her, didn't you?"

"Why, of course I did," he sits up and smooths his dark locks, "as I promised. I am a man of integrity, Lily, and we had a bargain. I daresay you did hold up your end rather admirably."

"I was only… worried, I did not mean-"

"You worry overly much," he chides as he reclines again, arms bent as he rests his head on his hands.

You stare at his handsome profile, the bob in his throat, and the rise and fall of his chest. Your helplessness drowns you as you take in his strength. He is no less formidable than any other, he is only more charming. Deceivingly, so.

"Is she okay?"

He peeks at you from the corner of his eyes and smirks, "oh, delicate one," he purrs, "she will be. She only needs rest. You needn't trouble yourself for more than yourself."

"I know, sir, I was only curious."

"Curiosity can be dangerous."

His words dangle in the air perilously. Yes, it was curiosity that brought you here. Stupid, naive, curiosity mingled with a fear of missing out. You are so stupid. Not just for falling into this trap but for thinking you could barter with any of them. Whatever he says you cannot trust. You can only hope these men consider you as more than replaceable.

💐

You're left alone but not quite. In this place, you're never really by yourself. You feel along your flesh where tender spots tinge. The bite of leather lingers so that you can't forget your predicament.

You feel it crawling all over you. Self-pity, humiliation, and that tiny tremor of anger that underlies it all. You can't take it.

You drag yourself off the bed and strip it down to the mattress. You furl up the sheets and drop them at your feet, peeling off the pillowcases and standing in the heap. You're breathless as you finish and even a bit dizzy.

You gather it all up off the floor and make your way to the door. You struggle to keep from dropping everything as you twist the handle and step back to let the door fall open. You step out, stopping short at the sudden wave of aimlessness.

"Ah, lookit," Lee's voice startles you as he struts up in little more than a robe, barely tied at the waist and showing the curve of his stomach, "we got a real homemaker here."

"Sir," you blink at him and muster a lie, "I… yes, sir. I was thinking of doing some laundry, er, for everyone."

The thought was a more fiery one but you won’t let it loose.

"All by yerself," he drawls with a slanted grin, "ain't that precious?"

"Um," you peer around. The other girls aren't much different than you left them, aside from Iris who is absent entirely. "Yes, sir, I'm sorry, I don't know where–"

"Hush," he winks at you, "I can show ya, darlin'," he leans back on his heel and cups one side of his mouth as he angles his head away, "Ransom, get in here."

You wait, the room in baited silence. There's activity from the deck and Ransom steps through the open door. He looks perturbed as his shirt hangs unbuttoned from his shoulders.

"What is it now?"

"Keep an eye on the pretty ones," Lee demands, "Lily doll here wants to do some laundry."

“Oh, she does?” Ransom remarks, “always such a good girl.”

You ignore his taunt. It’s easier to be compliant. To pretend that you’re not screaming on the inside. Just until you figure it out. You glance at Dahlia as she sits on the floor still, picking strings from the corner of the rug. She narrows her eyes slightly. She thinks more of you than she should. It is no ploy, you just panicked.

“Well, now, darlin’, let’s get,” Lee taps your hip, “I’ll show you the way.”

He directs you with his large hand, holding it flat as he gestures you into the hall. You cross the room and hug tight the balled up linen. You smell your own sweat laced in the fabric. It sickens you as it mingles with Loki’s scent.

He stops you at the door that leads upstairs. He turns you with his hands framing your hips. He brushes close as he reaches around to shove a key in the slot. He opens it up and clicks his tongue.

You continue upstairs and try not to show your eagerness. You’re unprepared to be up there but it might be useful. You might see something that could help you. Your eyes search as you keep your head straight, obeying silently as he points the way from behind you.

It’s not much different than downstairs. There’s a sitting space with a large sofa, a cushioned bench and some armchairs before an oversized television set between tower speakers. That must be where Steve took the others and had them watch a movie. Where he hurt Iris.

You kick yourself to keep going, afraid you might give away your inspection. You pass another door and enter another hallway. More doors, black, numbered…

He halts you at one without a silver plate. You enter as the scent of laundry soap tickles your nose. There are two sets of machines, both matte silver. Lee shuts the door behind him and you wince at the loud click.

“Go on, then,” he struts around you and leans on the table set against the wall, “I’m sure ya can figure it out, Lily doll.”

“Yes, sir.”

You go to a machine and set your bedding on top. You open the door and sift through the sheets, untangling them and placing them inside. You shut it and drag the duvet to the other machine, the one closer to Lee. You shove it in as he places the soap on the washer.

“Thank you, sir.”

“You got a nice mouth. Real polite,” he muses, “I like my Marigold, and that tall stem of a girl isn’t too bad neither. But you got a good head on you. I like that even more.”

“Thanks.”

You add the soap in the small drawer and slide it closed. You go to the other washer and do the same, setting the cycle for both. You place the bottle down as you sense him near. Before you can face him, he has you penned in, his hands on the metal edge of the machine.

“I look at you, Lily, and I see a good girl. Nah, a good woman,” he breathes down your neck, “you’d be the perfect little housewife, wouldn’t you? Doing the clothes, scrubbing the floor, bent over all on your knees…”

You grit your teeth as you go rigid. If it’s not one, it’s the other. You think of Iris. You don’t want to end up like her. No, she needs you. You can’t help her if you get yourself hurt.

“Yes, sir–”

“Uh uh,” he tuts as he places his hands on your shoulders, “Mr. Bodecker.”

He turns you to face him. You force a smile, tight-lipped and stiff. His thumbs rub beside the straps of your dress as his eyes miss your hollow expression, fixated instead on your body. You quiver even as you try not to. There’s something about his eyes, about his certainty that unsettles you.

“You shakin’ like a leaf,” he chuckles, “but you know, Mrs. Bodecker, I would take care of you. You see, I call you that, not them other girls, I call you that because I know if I took you home with me you’d be the sweetest wife. Keeping my house and my bed warm and snuggly, huh?”

“Yes, whatever you want, Mr. Bodecker,” you utter as he plays with the thin straps.

“Whatever I want?” He clucks, “well, what I want, Mrs. Bodecker,” he purrs as he slips the straps down your shoulders, “is for you to get down on your knees and be good to me.”

He leads the fabric away from your chest. You turn your head slightly, abashed by your sudden nakedness as he continues to push the dress lower. He tugs it past your hips and lets it fall to your feet. Your nipples are pert at the brush of cool air and your awareness of his gaze. Bumps prickle across your skin.

You shudder but keep from covering yourself. Instead, you touch the plush fabric of his robe. You grasp the front of it and bite your lip. You slowly spread it, revealing his chest and more of his thick stomach. His pecs, despite his weight, are well toned, it’s really only his stomach that’s unkempt.

“Mrs. Bodecker,” he brings a bent finger under your chin and makes you look at him.

“Yes, Mr. Bodecker,” you pout to keep from grimacing.

“Nothing, I just wanted to hear you say it again.”

He lets you go and you flutter your fingers down to his belt. You unknot it and clench your jaw as you pull apart the robe. His excitement springs up as you do and you barely suppress a gasp. He’s not especially longer than the others but he’s thicker. Very thick. Your wall twitch at just the sight.

“Go on,” he growls, “try not to hurt yourself.”

You press your lips together and nod. You get down to your knees. You’re numb. It’s not easier, not really, but somehow it’s not as hard.

You bring your hand up to grip his length. He groans and you give a single, long pump, feeling his size. You focus on his tip, throbbing and ready. The moment he offered to show you the laundry room, you should’ve known he had this in mind.

You move your hand again, grasping him more firmly. It had the same effect as with Ransom. Lee lets out a long drone and braces his hip.

“That’s it, Mrs. Bodecker,” he coaxes.

You hum as you lean in. You touch him shyly with your lip. He feels bigger against them. You flick your tongue out to wet him, hoping that will make it easier. You slick his tip as best you can, swirling around, lapping at him.

He snarls and grabs your head impatiently. His other hand remains on his hip as he tilts his pelvis and urges you around his dick. You open your mouth and take him in, jaw aching as it strains. He reaches the back of your throat and you gag.

You press your tongue to him firmly and he lets you ease back. You get half a breath before he pulls you onto him again. He repeats the motion, again, and again, steady but not frantic. Deliberate.

Saliva smears down his skin and gathers at the corner of your mouth. Your eyes roll back under your eyelids as you puff through your nose. He rocks you, using you, not moving as he controls you with his fingers stretched across your skull.

“Mmm, Mrs. Bodecker, I thought you was a nice lady,” he rasps, “yeah, I thought you was sweet but look at you. Swallowing me up like a whore, ain’t ya?”

You try to nod but only gurgle around him as a single tear slips down your cheek. He urges you faster and faster, huffing loudly as he chokes on thick grunts. Your head thrums and your chest burns from lack of air.

You’re dizzy as he moves you to his whim, stopping only as he buries himself down your throat. He holds himself there as you kick your feet behind you and clutch at the open robe. He lets you off him, inch by inch, until you cough and choke, hanging from his grasp.

“Ah, ah, ah, you almost made me come already, you dirty little whore,” he sneers as he yanks you up by a fistful of hair, “I ain’t even had the best part of ya.”

You stand and hiss, touching his hand daintily as you whimper. He spins you to face the washer, whirring softly in its cycle. You hit the cold metal, bracing it as his hand hooks down under your chin. He stretches his fingers across your throat and squeezes.

He nuzzles your head and pushes his head next to yours. He guides you back, bending you slightly as he leans into you. You keep your hands on the machine. You set your feet apart and arch your back. It’s easier if you give in. At least, during.

He groans and nips your ear as his free hand crawls down your body and dips between your legs. He rubs you, toying with your clit, feeling how wet you are. You hate that you feel it too. He glides further back, framing your tender cunt with his rugged fingers.

He bends his knees, wiggling behind you, and catches his tip between his knuckles. He kisses your hair and snarls. He pushes against your entrance. You squeak as he prods, your cunt resisting him. He rocks slightly, trying to coax his way in as he trails his fingers back to your clit.

You clamp your eyes shut and he thrusts, just enough to get into you. You squeal as you stretch around him. It feels like you're tearing in two. He rocks again, easing in and out, little by little he sinks deeper.

His breath clouds around you hotly as he turns your head and kisses your cheek. He keeps his rhythm, more and more. Your voice rises out of your control. It hurts so much. More than any time before. Even with him playing with your clit.

“That’s it, Mrs. Bodecker, that’s it,” he purrs, “you can take me, can’t you?”

He moves your body with his ruts. Flush to your back, he picks up an even tempo, groaning, moaning, growling as he works his dick to his limit. You puff and pants, whimpering to a wail as you split apart around him.

“Ahhh, please,” you whine, “please, sir– Mr. Bodecker–”

“Mmm, yeah, you a good wife, ain’t ya?” He rasps, “you like my dick, huh? You like to feel me ripping you up.”

You bawl and let forth the well of tears. You push your head back as he keeps his wet lips on your cheek. He chuckles and keeps going, unfazed by how you dissemble. His grip tightens around your throat and he lets out a guttural growl.

“Don’t worry, darlin’, I’ma take my time,” he slows down, pulling out to his tip only to slide back in, tediously, “I’ma break you in nice and easy.”

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cyarsk52-20 · 4 months

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Happy birthday 🎁🎈🎉🎊🎂 I can’t wait for more episodes of Abbott elementary

#Quinta Brunson #rachel sennott #gregory eddie #danielle brooks #tyler james williams #sheryl lee ralph #Abbott Elementary #jacob hill #barbara howard #janine teagues #abbott elementary season 3 #abbott elementary x reader #abbott elementary spoilers #abbott elementary fanfiction #abbott elementary fic #ava coleman

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daisyvisions · 1 year

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Random thot: thinking about playing hide and seek with a tbz member.

You were both invited to a house party and it's at the point where everyone is drunk as hell and someone suggests to play hide and seek in the house so you decide to run into a closet to hide.

You don't realize that a tbz member is also hiding in the same closet as you. The problem? there's a LOT of sexual tension between the two of you, even before the party. Just generally the air seems to get tighter every time you're around one another but both of you are too in-denial or dumb about your feelings.

So while you peek through the slits of the closet door, he also peeks with you, unintentionally whispering in your ear and it makes you get fucking wet. You gasp at the sudden feeling of his hot breath near your ear and he suddenly freaks out that he's so close to you that he can practically smell the shampoo on your head

You end up turning around to meet him but again, both of you didnt realize how close your faces are to one another that when you turn around your lips lightly brush. You both freeze. Is this really happening right now?

None of you remember who made the first move, but you both end up desperately kissing and touching one another, sticking tongue in each other's throats while his fingers deliciously abuse your core while you stroke his cock. You both cum together, just moaning in each other's mouths like your breathing each other's air 😮‍💨

Thank god the seeker was drunk and forgot about looking for the two of you that night....

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sleepy--anon · 1 month

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Day 6: Soft/Cuddles

Not a huge fan of this one but whatever

Prompts found here

Reblog first, like later please, reblogs do more

It was no secret that Karl was a touchy person, his love language was touch, and Sapnap had become accustomed to Karl's constant touches and even reciprocated it, sometimes only to see him light up. They were currently cuddling on Karl's couch, lo-fi music playing softly in the background. Karl was laying between Sapnap’s legs, chest to chest, face in the crook of his neck. He hummed in satisfaction as Sapnap played with his hair and traced small patterns on his back.

"I feel so bad for not being here for you when you got into that accident..." Sapnap mumbled against his forehead, quickly following it with a small kiss.

"I told you not to worry about it man, I'm ok now, that's what matters." Karl pressed himself impossibly closer, giving Sapnap a squeeze. Sapnap slipped his hand under Karl's shirt, lightly wiggling his fingers around his back, occasionally skimming over his sides and ribs. Karl's giggles were definitely making him feel a lot better, that on top of him snuggling closer instead of squirming away, made his heart squeeze.

#mcyt tickle fic #dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #ler!sapnap #lee!karl #lee!karl jacobs #sleepy's ler!sapnap week #sleepy's ficlets

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drasin · 1 year

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When this scene came on the screen I GASP

and then immediately rubbed my hands 😈

#ferrcob #leon ferris #jacob lee #the callisto protocol #leon x jacob #ferris x jacob #captain ferris #what's better than one buzzcut bastard?#two buzzcut bastards #in love #did I make first fanart of them?#Could he... you know #while he's in the air?#his touch would be more intense?#gosh #I can't wait for a fic about this

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sunfleursgarden · 6 months

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THE BOYZ MASTERLIST! ☆

𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹

Lee Sangyeon

— nothing to see yet.

Jacob Bae

— nothing to see yet.

Kim Younghoon

— nothing to see yet.

Lee Jaehyun

— nothing to see yet.

Lee Juyeon

us against the world paring: ex! juyeon x fem! reader synopsis: After running away from his proposal, all Juyeon could ever think about was where it all went wrong. Showing up to your house with a heavy heart is something you weren’t ready for. But Juyeon is certain that he wants you in his life, you were simply hesitant.

Kevin Moon

— nothing to see yet.

Choi Chanhee

— nothing to see yet.

Ji Changmin

— nothing to see yet.

Ju Haknyeon

— nothing to see yet.

Kim Sunwoo

LOVE WITHOUT NOTICE (SERIES) — From fake dating to realizing that his heart was capable of being in love, this story will take you on a thrilling journey between two bestfriends who discovered that love is so much more than what people say. Will they find their happily ever after? (wanna be added to the taglist? click here)

Eric Sohn

— nothing to see yet.

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broke-art-girl · 2 months

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Work in progress ^^

Lee & Felix, two boys I love. I found these two images and couldn't help but Photoshop them together. They just look so peaceful.

It's hard to think about how they would interact together. The fanfic is going to be similar to"Saltburn" with elements of "Bones and All" worked into it. Lee entirely replacing Oliver. If you have any ideas please feel free to comment them.

(Unfortunately I think that some of the gross scenes would make sense for this dynamic... But I still might not be able to write them... Yeah.)

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wishitweresummer · 1 year

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Kissies (Quackity x KarlJacobs x Sapnap)

(Karlnapity fic)

Word Count: 914

Warning: This one is pretty intimate, kissy, and domestic bliss-y. (Still a fluffy SFW fic)

This one's set in the DSMP with their characters and the storyline where they are all engaged together. This is in a sweet spot where everything is okay and perfect.

Quackity was in heaven. His body melted into the couch slowly from all the touch and emotion consuming him. His arms wrapped around the loves of his life. His head was turned slightly to the side as he matched the pace of Karl's sweet kissing. They both smiled into it, Quackity's a little twitchy-ier. Sapnap's mouth was a little more mischievous. He really should be sucking on Quackity's neck, but instead he kept getting distracted with his want to make him squirm. Slipping in ticklish little smooches and nibbles.

It teetered on the edge of torment, but enough that Quackity could still hold back from letting any embarrassing giggles out.

"You're so squirmy.", Karl murmured amusedly against his lips, not yet aware of his other partner's playful mouth driving Quackity a little crazy. The acknowledgment drew a soft whine from his lips. He thought he'd been keeping his reactions under wraps better.

"He's just so ticklish, I can't help it.", Sapnap spoke up, all too aware of the effect of his words.

"Oh are we tickling him now?", Karl trilled excitedly. He smirked as Quackity pouted at the sudden lack of lips against him.

"No...we're kissing him.", Quackity informed the two, speaking in third person. Sapnap sat up a little and he swiveled his head to see him, only to shrink back a little at the dangerous glint of playfulness that stared back at him.

"Kissies? You want kissies?", Karl whispered into the unsuspecting ear, suddenly holding him in place. Karl kept him in place easily while delivering soft tickly kisses rapid fire down at his collarbone, relishing in the desperate giggles it drew from the smaller boy.

"So cute.", Sapnap purred evilly, striking fear in Quackity's heart. He knew he was done for now.

Sapnap's hand suddenly slid up his shirt and grabbed at his bare tummy and sides. Quackity squealed embarrassingly loud, completely worked up.

"Guys...", he started, but halted the horrible words and shook his head. 'Shit.', he thought. The other two laughed anyway.

"Guys pleeeease! Don't tickle me!", Karl mimicked in a high-pitched voice.

"Guys pleeeease! I'm just so ticklish!", Sapnap teases, matching Karl's pitch.

Quackity folds instantly, groaning as he puts his reddening face in his hands. The feeling of both his fiancé's zeroing in on his every word and movement overwhelming him.

"I hate you guys.", he mutters, flinching at the warning poke to his side. He's done it now. "No, I hate you!", it's more muffled as he covers his face more. A squeak forces it's way out as someone squeezes his side.

"Oh you better stop.", Karl growls right up against his ear, making him jerk away with giggles. Sapnap catches his shoulders easily and sinks his teeth into his neck, wringing out a hilarious shriek from the smaller boy, laughing as the feathers on golden wings shift frantically.

Quackity can't help but move forward and bury his face in Karl's chest, probably the worst protection from what he feared possible. "Are you scared baby?", Karl trills wickedly, the tone sending obvious shivers down Quackity's spine.

"No, he's just presenting his back to me.", Sapnap stated proudly, quickly tickling into his back before he could react, skillfully finding the exact spot that drives his fiancé crazy every time. Karl clutched on for dear life as Quackity broke down into hysterics in his arms against his chest.

"Sapnap!", he cried out uselessly, his wings shaking as he squirmed between them, shrieking with laughter. "Please!", he croaked as he tried to twist away from Karl's grip.

Karl released him and Quackity pressed his tingling back against the couch again with a relieved gasp. The two playful boys cuddled into either side of him and he whined.

"Why are you two so evil today?", he huffed.

"You love it.", Sapnap accused, slithering his hand back under Quackity's shirt to draw more gasp-y laughter out of him.

"No I don't, shut up! Stop!!", he twisted with a squeal, Sapnap having squeezed his bare side.

"The squirmiest worm.", Karl coo'ed lovingly, burying his face into Quackity's neck and nuzzling in, grinning as he felt Quackity shake with giggles.

He was completely useless under all this stupid love and tickling. So sweet, but so mean. It melted every bad thought, really every thought, from his mind. His fiancés had taken their sweet time long ago finding every single spot on Quackity to draw whatever reaction they wanted from him. It was excruciating to be known so well.

"I'm getting you guys back later.", he murmured, shivering as he felt Karl's grin disappear and refocus on drawing other noises out of him, teasing with his tongue so softly on his neck it forced a small cry out of him. Sapnap let the words wash over him before joining the other, trying to ignore the feelings it spiked inside. Maybe he could make Quackity forget how they had stopped the sweet make-out session to torture him.

As teasy and mean as Karl and Sapnap could be, it was nothing compared to Quackity's wrath.

For now, Quackity relaxed and let the two try to make up for it all. Desperate lips trying to beg for forgiveness with kisses and soft praise. Forgiveness that wasn't granted...but they tried their best.

(Art is by @kazenomegaminowanpisu )

#wishitweresummer #tickle #mcyt tickle #dream smp tickle #quackity #karlnapity #karlnapity tickle #lee! quackity #lee!quackity #ler!sapnap #ler!karl #ler! karl jacobs #ler! karljacobs #ticklefics #tickle fic #quackity tickle

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cringemesstickles · 6 months

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Pranks Come With Consequences

(TickleTober Day 27: Hysterical)

Summary: Jack takes a prank too far and David wants revenge

Pairing: implied none

Word Count: 1,053

A/N: HELLO FIRST NEWSIES FIC?!?! 😨

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In a cramped and dimly lit room, the unmistakable smell of ink and newsprint lingered in the air. Jack Kelly leaned against a wooden table, a sly grin spreading across his face as he watched David Jacobs furiously review the evening’s edition of the New York World.

“What did you do, Jack?” David’s voice carried an edge, his eyes narrowing as he came across a particular line in the paper—a line he definitely did not write.

“Aw, come on, Davey. It’s just a little joke!” Jack replied, chuckling. “No harm done, right?”

David slammed the paper onto the table, his eyes filled with indignation.

“A joke? You call replacing my carefully crafted sentences with ludicrous innuendos a joke? You jeopardized my credibility!”

Jack’s eyes widened as he registered David’s fury. A sense of dread settled over him, and he stammered,

“Look, I- uh- I didn’t think you’d get this mad... I’m sorry.”

David’s glare deepened, making Jack’s heart skip a beat. Then, with a sudden swiftness, David lunged at him, knocking Jack onto the beat up sofa.

“Oh, you’re gonna be sorry, alright,” David growled.

Before Jack could react, David pinned him down, his fingers swiftly descending towards Jack’s vulnerable sides.

Usually, David was gentle, employing feathery strokes to elicit laughter; but not this time.

This time, he dug his fingers in, scribbling rapidly and relentlessly into the sensitive flesh.

“WHAHAA- DAVEY, STAHAHAP!”

“Say you’re sorry!” David’s voice was stern, but his eyes twinkled.

“EEK- I-I’M SOHOHORRY!!” Cried Jack, flailing aimlessly under the torturous sensations.

“You don’t sound very sorry.”

David shifted to rake over his friends tummy, moving his hands in a circular motion, relishing how Jack’s laughter got louder and his belly seemed to quiver sensitively.

He’d been tickling the blonde for less than two minutes and he was already hysterical, something David found both ridiculous and endearing.

“NOO, DAVEY, MEHEHERCY!!”

The brunette laughed at that, not halting his attack.

“Aw, you don’t like this? It’s just a little joke, remember?” He teased, causing a bright red blush to form on Jack’s face which was adorned with a childlike smile as he thrashed and guffawed.

“NOHOHOHO, DAVE! I CAHAHAHAN’T!!”

Normally, David would relent by now; but in this moment, he was a man of vengeance and he wasn’t gonna stop until he felt that the little prankster had truly learned his lesson.

Besides, anyone with a brain could see the sparkling joy in Jack’s eyes. He was always up for mischief in any way, shape, or form, thus making it enjoyable for the both of them.

David’s nimble fingers wandered up to his victims underarms, drilling his thumbs into the hollows and earning a snort from the boy.

Jack squealed and kicked, slamming his arms down to his sides, which didn’t help at all; in fact, it only seemed to make it tickle more.

“GAHAHAHA- NOT THERE, NOT THEHEHERE!!” He cackled, tears of mirth starting to fall down his face as he wriggled like a worm on a hook, unable to escape the ruthless tickling.

David grinned, digging in harder and making Jack scream with laughter.

“Aw, what’s the matter, Jack? Does this tickle? Does it? Maybe next time, you’ll think of the consequences before pulling a stupid prank like that.”

Jack’s bright boisterous laughter echoed through the room, almost filling it with a feeling of warmth.

“DAVEHEHEHEY!! I-I CAHAHA- MEHER-MERCYYY!”

The troublemakers struggling was beginning to falter, going limp and surrendering to the tickly torment and letting himself be consumed by his own hysterical reactions.

David pulled his hands away for a moment to give Jack a breather, though it was clear by the fire in his eyes that he wasn’t finished quite yet.

“Well? You ready for more tickles?” He teased, wiggling his fingers just above the blonde’s ribs, knowing it was a tickle hot spot.

Jack’s eyes widened comically and his squirming picked up again, renewed with a newfound desperation.

“Oh no. nononono, Davey, plehehehease! I’m sohohorryyy!!” Giggled Jack, tingling with anticipation as he watched those scarily skilled digits inch closer and closer to his most ticklish spot, both eager and dreadful.

“Nope. Not buying it. I don't think you’re truly sorry yet.” Smirked the brunette, a devious glint in his eye.

“I am, I am!! Dahahavey, pleHEHEHEASE- OH GOHOHOD!”

A mixture of snorts, shrieks, and squeals filled the room as Jack was tossed into a bout of hysterics, kicking and thrashing like a wild horse as David’s fingers dug harshly into his ribs, pinching skittering and squeezing the sensitive spot.

“Aw, listen to that beautiful laughter. You’re just too adorable when you’re all helpless and squirmy~” David cooed, delighting in the way Jack’s cheeks managed to flush even darker, taking on a cherry red hue.

“NOHOHOOOO!! D-DAVEY, STOHOHOHOP!” Jack pleaded, struggling to breathe through all the laughter.

“Stop what? Tickling you, or calling you cute?”

“BOHOHOHOTH!! EEK- MEHERCY, MERCEHEHEHEY!!”

Figuring the boy had learned his lesson, David began to ease up; but there was one last thing he wanted to do.

“Alright, I think you’ve learned your lesson. But just to make sure…”

Quickly pulling Jack’s shirt up, David lowered his head and blew a loud raspberry right on the blonde’s ribs, getting a shrill shriek in response.

“NAHAHAH- DAHA- PLEHE- CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEATHE-”

At this point, Jack was nearly incoherent.

His body went completely still and he seemed to lose his voice, with a bright smile glued to his face as, he let his head fall back as he let out silent happy laughter.

Seeing his friend was genuinely struggling to breathe, the brunette pulled away, getting off of the boy and giving him some room to calm down.

“You alright?” He asked, getting a tired nod from Jack who was gasping for air and giggling from the phantom tickles.

“Good. Now let this be a lesson… next time you wanna pull a stupid prank like that, you better be prepared for the consequences.”

Jack nodded frantically, still flushed from the attack.

“Heard you loud and clehehear; no more pranks… for now… hehe” He grinned cheekily, David merely rolling his eyes with exasperation.

“You’re incorrigible, Jack…” David chuckled fondly.

Jack Kelly could be a real handful sometimes, but David, no matter how frustrated he could get with his friend’s shenanigans, wouldn’t have him any other way.

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aninklingof · 2 years

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Paws Off!

The masses have been demanding Lee Sapnap… and I’ve had this clip stuck in my head all day.

Lee! Sapnap, Ler! Karl ✨Platonic✨

Warnings: none!

Enjoy! <3

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“Alright, I’m going in,” Sapnap announced to the stream. He grabbed the VR headset and fiddled with his hat, trying to figure out how to not reveal his hair in the process.

“He’s going in chat, he’s going in!” Karl, who was standing behind him, said in a goofy voice. He wrapped his arms around the brunette’s middle and rested his hands on his stomach, eyeing chat as it whizzed past.

Sapnap giggled and began squirming. “Get off me! Get off me, get your paws off me!”

Karl fought against the younger’s batting hands, smiling deviously as he muted the stream, turned off the camera, and gently took the headset from Sapnap’s lap.

“Karl what’re you— w-wahahait nohoho!” The brunette broke into honey-sweet giggles as the older’s fingers vibrated into his tummy.

“Naww, can Sappy not handle my paws tickling his cute little tummy~?” He teased and slid his hands under his Lee’s shirt to scratch directly on his skin with his black-painted nails.

“Nohohoho d-dohohohon’t tehehehease!!” Sapnap’s nose scrunched and his smile widened when Karl’s fingers tickled into his sensitive skin.

He didn’t really fight back— even though his belly was pretty ticklish it was also his favorite spot, and he hadn’t been tickled in a while. So he simply gripped Karl’s wrists as the man clawed his quivering belly, trying to not slide out of his chair.

“You can’t handle my teases, can you?” Karl purred. “Do they make wittle Sappy all embawessed and giggly~?”

The Texan’s face flushed bright red and he squeezed his eyes tight, his giggles picking up to squeaky laughter. “Nohohoho!! Dohohohon’t bahahahaby t-tahahahalk!”

With a high pitched giggle Karl scribbled into Sapnap’s lower belly, pulling little squeals and adorable hiccups from the man. “But whyyy~?”

“K-Kahahahaharl—!” He whined.

“Aww alright little baby, I guess you’ve gotten enough tickles for now,” The older cooed and brought his wiggly fingers slowly to a stop, moving to play with the curls of hair that poked out from his hat and massaging his shoulders.

As his residual giggles died down and he began to melt into the comforting touches on his shoulders, Sapnap muttered “I’m still not a baby.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” Karl smiled. “Ready to continue the stream?”

“WAIT—“ Sapnap jolted up as if he’d been electrocuted, only to sigh a breath of relief when he saw that Karl had muted and cut the camera.

The man in question giggled hysterically. “Yohohou shohould’ve seheheen yohour fahace!”

“Oh I’m so getting you back later.”

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#lee!sapnap #ler!karl #tickle fics #ficlet #dsmp tickle #sfw tickle community #sapnap #karlnap platonic #karl jacobs #karlnap fluff #Karlnap

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 10 months

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Pretty Petals 22

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems.

Girls and Flower Name List HERE!

Characters: Ransom Drysdale, Lloyd Hansen, Lee Bodecker, Curtis Everett, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Andy Barber, Hela, and multiple OFCs

Note: Going camping shortly (postponed bc weather) so hoping to have my queue full for the week)

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all like birds love to appear everytime you are near. Take care. 💖

After putting out the serving dishes and setting the tables, on the patio and inside, you are told to change. The outfit chosen for you in a sheer white bustier and a matching thong. There are stockings too with garters, and a pair of uncomfortably high heels. You mourn your former autonomy as you pull on each piece.

A knock comes at your door, signaling you to come out. It deflates you to think how this has all become so normal. Expected, really. You emerge but not without a hint of reluctance. The lingerie leaves little to the imagination and the other are dressed in little more.

“Darlings, how wonderful,” Hela greets you, shoulder by two men; more unwelcome returns; Bucky and Steve. “You all look delicious.”

You stare at her, a twitch of derision in your lip. She wears sleek black pants and a collared crop top with a ridiculous black cravat. A riske iteration of a tuxedo, you expect. To mirror those worn by the men to either side of her. You’re further confused by their attire.

“You will eat outside and enjoy the weather,” Hela instructs, “before you come to join the men for tonight’s special game.”

You squirm uncomfortably and glance over at Azalea. She stares wide-eyed at Hela, her fists balling and unfurling, as if she’s fighting herself. Each woman stands rigid and tense, fixated on the very one who lured them into this trap.

“Come,” Hela beckons as she twirls and struts away, “let us not delay. Fun awaits.”

You stare after her as the rest of the women hesitate. Violet looks back and forth searchingly. No doubt she’s noted that there are only seven of you.

“Move your asses,” Bucky claps his large hands and you fllnch.

Rose, at the far end of the line, moves first. Daisy follows, then Marigold, Azalea, Violet tugging at the woman ahead of her, yourself, then Dahlia. You peek from the corner of your eye toward the table, your hard work remains perfectly arranged atop it.

“Hey,” Bucky snaps in your face, “don’t worry about that.”

He pushes your shoulder so you stumble. You barely keep from barreling into Violet. You turn your head straight and refuse to react.

“Asshole,” Dahlia snarls from behind you.

“Just you wait,” he warns her, “who knows, maybe the three of us could have some… fun.”

“Disgusting,” Dahlia retorts.

“She says, knowing she was begging for more as I was guts deep,” Bucky snickers.

“Begging you to stop,” she growls.

“Shut your fucking mouth before I break it,” he barks, “you know I’ve been waiting for the fucking chance.”

You wiggle your fingers at your side without looking back, hoping you can get Dahlia’s attention, that she might take the hint. She exhales loudly through her nose but says nothing else. You continue through the sliding doors to the tables on the patio; four girls at one, and three plus Hela at your own.

“Gentlemen,” she dismisses Steve and Bucky. They retreat inside and pull the curtains shut behind the sliding doors, obscuring your view of the interior. They’re hiding something.

Silence underlines the gentle summer breeze. At the center of each table is a vase with each type of flower assigned to you. White lilies, red roses, orange marigolds, dark dahlia, white daisies, purple violets, and bright pink Azaleas. There are no irises.

“My beautiful blossoms,” Hela begins, “let us start anew, I know that our reunion was not entirely amiable but please, you understand, this all is for your own goods.”

“Our own goods?” Dahlia sneers.

“Yeah, right,” Azalea surprises you with her venomous growl.

“Truly, I want you all to think, who were you before all this? What were you? Nothing.”

“Free,” you say quietly. The other girls nod in agreement.

“Free? Truly? The lot of you were chained in your doubt and insecurities. I brought you confidence and more, I brought you those who would admire that in you.”

“To rape us,” Violet sniffs.

“Do not say that. They are merely appreciating your beauty. Your purity. I cleansed you of the flawed world and presented you anew to those who cherish the untainted.” She shakes her head as she serves herself salad with a pair of large spoons, “and what other man had ever bothered doing that?”

Her smile drops as the utensils hit the side of the bowl and she pushes it away. She peers around at you all, her features harshened with distaste.

“I gave you what you could not achieve on your own–”

“You knew?” Marigold pipes up.

“What did I know?” Hela challenges.

“That we… none of us ever– and you sold us to them? Didn’t you?” Marigold stammers.

“Pimp,” Dahlia throws out, “disgusting.”

Hela rolls her eyes and shakes her head, “where would you be now, hm? At your dull jobs, ignored, unwanted. I assure you, you are very wanted here. These men paid a price which more than proves that.”

“You’re fucking fucked!” Dahlia stands, gripping the edge of the table as she bares her teeth, “we should tear you apart, you fucking ragged ass bitch.”

“Ah,” Hela purrs and slowly brings her hand up from beneath the table. She shows the same taser Loki held before. Each of you recall the jolt of the current, “you won’t.” She stares at Dahlia until she sits, her dark eyes boring into the taller woman as she hits the button to make the teeth crackle. “Oh, I knew you were going to be trouble, so I am surprised that it was not you.”

“Not me? What does that mean?” Dahlia hisses.

Hela laughs and shrugs.

“What do I mean?” Hela looks around, “seven, they do say it is a lucky number.”

Your chest drops as Violet turns wide-eyed to gape at Hela. She covers her mouth as her eyes glisten. She looks back to Azalea who nods, mouthing simply, ‘Iris’.

“I taught you strength girls,” Hela preens, “and these men, they are simply your test. How strong are you, truly?”

💐

None of you eat very much. Perhaps it is the anticipation of what comes next, the detest of the woman taunting you with her deceit, or just that anxiety that never leaves you. Hela declares supper to be over and has you tidy and stack the leftovers on one table. ‘Later,’ she avows.

She directs you in a line. You feel like animals being herded. You stand between Violet and Azalea.

“What’s going on?” Violet asks.

“Does it matter?” Dahlia snips from behind her. “It always ends the same, doesn’t it?”

Violet shakes her head, “do you think… are they all back?”

“It’s going to be me next,” Azalea whispers.

“What?” You look over at her as she hangs her head.

“I’ll be the next to go. I feel it. I… can’t make it much longer. I feel myself giving out.”

“Az,” you rub her arm, “don’t say that.”

“They killed her,” Azalea whimpers, “what do you think is going to happen to us?”

“We don’t know–” Violet begins but you shake your head to quiet her. There’s no use denying it. “Oh.”

“He killed her. Steve,” Dahlia hisses as Hela taps on the screen door. “Someone needs to bite his dick off.”

“Gladly,” Daisy tosses back over her shoulder.

“Girls,” Hela faces you, giving a clap, “please, let’s all calm down. Silence is golden, yes?”

There’s a few grumbles before you obey. You stand straight and face Azalea’s back. You see her wobble just a little. You feel the same uncertainty in yourself.

The curtain is swept back and the doors are slid open. Hela leads from the front and you enter one at a time. She directs you to stand against the wall. You see the table. It’s been cleared of the dishes and newly set with cards and stacks of chips. A poker game?

You share a look with Violet and she shakes her head in confusion. “I don’t know how to play?”

“I don’t think we’re joining in,” Dahlia mutters.

You swallow and press your palms to your legs. This can’t be good. You count the spots at the table. Eight. Fuck. They are back.

Hela goes around the table and sits along the opposite side. She shuffles the cards calmly as you all stare in dread. She’ll be the dealer for whatever twisted game they have planned.

The first to appear is Ransom. He wears a tux with a deep red jacket. He winks at you as he enters and takes his seat. He greets Hela with a nod as he examines his stack of chips. You notice the different colours, organized together. Hmm…

Bucky and Steve are next. They sit together, the same simple black and white they wore earlier. Andy in a similar classic cut, then Lee with his collar unbuttoned and tie left loose, Loki in a black jacket swirled with emerald, Lloyd with a turtleneck and white jacket, then Curtis, seemingly bothered by his starched shirt. He sends a look over his shoulder to Violet before turning to face the table.

There’s tension in the air as the girls fidget and shift on their heels. You can’t decide if the shoes are intentionally uncomfortable or not. You watch the backs of the men closest and try to pick up on the expression of those who faces you can see.

“Welcome, men, I trust you are enjoying yourselves,” Hela begins, “we have our prizes…” she flutters her fingers towards you and the petals, “so let us proceed, first with the rules, and then we will get into the real fun.

“You will note that you have chips before you, equal stacks in varying colours. The player who bids first will decide which colour the round will be played with. Each colour represents one of our lovely petals,” she explains, “so the man who claims all chips of a single colour will claim his prize. There is no limit to who can win what and how many…”

You bite down as she speaks of you like objects. As if you’re lined up on the Price is Right for the showcase showdown. You look at your feet and suppress your revulsion. This night could go horribly wrong for any and all of you.

You hear chips clacking together and peek up. Lloyd shuffles a stack of chips before him. You feel the heat of his gaze on you and meet his eye with a cringe. Oh god.

“I’ll be coming for your white chips, men,” he taunts as Hela deals.

“Good luck,” Ransom scoffs.

You watch Bucky’s hand as he flips a chip back and forth over his knuckles. You fold your hands to still the jittering. You don’t know why you’re suddenly nervous. You’ve been through it all before. It can’t really be any worse.

“Drinks,” Loki intones, “yes, I always play better with a martini.”

“Oh, very well, Rose, Marigold,” Hela signals, “hurry, hurry.”

The two girls wince and step forward. They nearly trip over each other as they head for the kitchen. Azalea grabs your forearm as she shifts on her heels.

“You okay?” You whisper.

“Dizzy,” she says, “I need…”

You barely keep her from toppling as you catch her around her back. You lean her against the wall and hear a snicker behind you. Lloyd guffaws, “oh, look at her, wilting already. Let me promise you, she comes alive in the sack.”

You want to tell him to shut up but you don’t. You ease Azalea down to sit on the floor. She’s shaking as her breath comes rapidly. She’s hyperventilating. You fan her as her panic flows into you.

“Water,” you rasp, “please.”

“Violet,” Hela drones flatly.

Violet flits away as you try to calm Azalea. You teeter on the edge of doing the same. You don’t know why you feel like this. It’s not like you’re being chased through the woods. There’s just something about this that feels… dehumanizing. Hela’s already sold you to these men but this is an overt show of her trading humans like coins.

Violet returns and offers a glass of water. You get Azalea steady enough to take a drink and you count her breaths for her. You hear the cards flicking, chips clacking, and the low murmur of the men. You touch her forehead and coo at her.

She heaves as her eyes sparkle, “I wanna go home,” she sniffles, “I miss my dad. I miss…” she shakes her head and lets it droop down, “I’m going to die here. I’m never going to see them again.”

“Shhh,” Hela hushes and you whip around to sneer at her. You roll your eyes and turn back to Azalea.

“No,” you whisper, “you’re strong. Stronger than any of us. You can survive. We all have to. We can get through together. Please, Az,” you rub your shoulders, “we can’t lose you too.”

“I don’t want to– I can’t,” she pleads, “I’m done.”

“Azzy,” Violet bends down, “please don’t leave me alone.”

Azalea looks up, her eyes foggy. Her cheek dimples and her head lolls. Violet gets down on her knees and slings her arms around her neck, whispering in her ear as she rocks her. You pull away as they cling to each other.

Violet plants her feet and helps Azalea up. They hold onto each other as they stand and you squeeze Azalea’s arm gently. Dahlia sighs and you glance over at her. For the first time, she looks unsure. She glares at the table but her lips twitch, as if she’s about to cry. She bats her lashes as she fights a wave of tears.

You face the table and look over at Daisy. She hugs herself as she watches the game progress, the men making jokes as they toss chips into the center of the table. That your fate is left to the draw of a few cards, adds to the constant helplessness that floods this house. The hand of luck throttles you, suffocating you as the men fold and raise.

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