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fuumiku · 26 days

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Selkie AU

Ok so on discord we went off. A lot of this is just paraphrasing or copy pasted from buddies hii guys. It’s honestly a fun concept to play with no matter how you turn it around~ I’ll start off with the version I drew these doodles for but it’s all under the cut because it got so long... There’s also always place for different flavors like if they realize the other’s a selkie immediately or over time, etc etc so this is all just food for thought. Marcille is always the instigator though lol, obsessed with him no matter the universe. As a selkie wants to learn more about this human and as a researcher is chasing after this secretive mysterious sea-guy while he very much tries to escape everyone’s attention.

Fisherman Chil & selkie Marcille

Old sad fisherman Chilchuck… He drinks out at sea even. Divorcee dad who’s got nothing waiting for him on land anymore. He’s on the sea every day to get fish to sell at the wet market or to the butcher, the sky and sea’s grey and everything’s dull and tedious. Seals are nothing special either. The only stuff he knows about selkies really could have some selkie storybooks he reads to his daughters. Meanwhile selkie Marcille… You could go a lot of different routes I feel. You know I feel like being a selkie fits with Marcille and her mom, with that interaction of "you’ll have to let others go and deal with that", like in this AU she’ll always be different and will have to leave people behind for the sea eventually here and there and whatnot…

Chilchuck and worksongs... Fisherman Chilchuck singing sea shanties while selkie Marcille sings her songs of the sea and then she hears him and gets curious and follows him back on land or something…… Tries to blend in with humans just so she’s like. What’s his deal. But them only meeting out at sea is very cute as well. Eventually she gets on his boat and they hang out. Melancholic psychological horror sea tragedy-romance would be fun idk. Maybe he starts hearing a woman sing out at sea randomly and thinks it’s the alcohol. But he’d be a goner already lmao. Like don’t get me wrong it’d take a while of actual interactions for him to actually fall in love, but also ~~he’s lonely~~ pretty blonde woman waaaa. Siren imagery hehe. "Hmmm I didn't know selkies had hypnotic voices as well" (they don't. he's down outrageous and he knows it.) Mr "in denial so bad maybe magic is the answer yep for sure". I want her to hear him singing something he used to for his daughters/wife etc and shes like 👁️👁️ who hurt this man........... (Could also work for selkie Chil) What’s his tragic backstory…..

I think marcille also deserves to go silly and catch a carp between her teeth, giving it to chilchuck batting her eyelashes like teehee... I'm such a good assistant right... He needs them undamaged if he wants to sell them but he still makes use of her gift anyway... Puts it in a stew and shares it with her... Something we made together..… Marcille being able to taste human food with actual spices and actual heat and actual cooked meat... His home is the warmest place on the surface. His hugs are more comforting than even the water’s. AGH and how long hasn’t he eaten a real homecooked meal you’d bet 😭 Marcille notices he’s underweight and is like "he’s always fishing though??? Does he just need like, a lot??" and takes it upon herself to bring him more fish to feed him. "He NEEDS to blubber up. I know it." Do you think when his wife was still there he'd come home to the smell of cooking.... but now there's nothing......... He’s on his own, he sleeps in the boat… It just smell like fish all day. The stench gets to him and even the burn of alcohol in his nostrils is a kinder hell. NOW he comes back to the stench of roting flesh and he's like :))) ahh.... my gi rl firned 💖 /j

Selkie Marcille getting onto his boat out of nowhere and slapping the beer bottle out of his hand. It’d go hard if he’s so drunk once that he’s leaning over the railing with his bottle hanging down from his grip and the beer goes into the sea and she tastes it and is like. Now what the fuck is this. Ew. He doesn’t look so good maybe I should splash him with water. She could save him from drowning... Girl who puts him on a rock somewhere until he wakes up and hides in the water as soon as he comes to… Peekinh at him from the surface of the water because, oh dear we're shy now because it's face to face… Drawing parallels between swaying (drunk) and swaying (motion of boat on the sea). She sways his world…… Makes him feel dizzy in a nice, light airy way…… He crashes into his bed in his home and still feels the rocking of the waves under him, and he falls asleep thinking of her…

Go out to the sea in a storm because you can’t stand feeling useless. The sea is your livelihood, it's where you're good and useful. On land you never know what to do with your hands. Maybe he should just let the sea pull him under. let it sweep him away. Marcille does exactly that, but it's not something that erases him. It's not something that swallows him whole. It's something that shows him a whole other world- The coral reefs, the schools of fish that exist below, the lush seaweed forests that Marcille treasures so much. It's all been there for him to see, theres so much beneath his feet. And all he had to do was let her take his hand. This world full of fish and creatures he's caught and gutted... that he gets to see in a different light…… The idea of him trusting her enough to let her lead him underwater... I think the time that Marcille leads him into the water should be on one beautiful evening, with the water shimmering, and the sun casting rays onto the waters surface- enough that it's still scary at first, enough that Chilchuck still struggles against the salty grasp of the waves, but when marcille takes him under he can see just how the light of the sun casts its spotlight on the seafloor- and how even in the shallows therein lies a thousand wonders, ones he's stepped right over before. I'm just obsessed with chilchuck experiencing a whole nother world in there. Give me childlike wonder. Give me a Marcille who wants to show her grump fucking fisherman boyfriend the cute fishies and the minnows, the pretty hermit crabs. Something about the sea looking different from beneath the waves... The parallels of him on the beach stepping over shells and urchins in the shallows with his boots and just crush them right over, not even noticing he did from force of habit and routine having dulled everything… Him working on the sea all the time but never really seeing it because he’s so absorbed in his own shit and he always just uses the harbor so there’s never real contact with it anyways. When the sea water laps at his forearms when he reels the net in but they feel like lashes of frost against his skin. She'd look really pretty with her hair flowy in the waves............ Marcille’s hair should get used for creepy compositions more… In the water she takes him under and her hair tangles and latch onto him against his skin. Her hair is long, underwater it could engulf him probably, he likes blonde hair he'd be happy with that… Not the lowkey suicidal ideation of letting the sea take him and how he’d be happy suffocating in her hair when doing a dive wow ok

I keep thinking about the Dredge AU… The video game yes yes. It’d be a mess but ohhh ohh the sea and its wonderful world but also its dark secrets, Marcille researching the depths and finding dark powers and idk the tragedy of a man at sea who can’t forget what he’s lost and the mythical gf he made that was never meant to be and it’ll destroy them both idk idk. Bc of Marcille helping him fish from below as a selkie, Senshi like YOU ARE OVERFISHING YOU ARE DESTROYING THE ECOSYSTEMMM @ them lmao You are feeding the whole town and making big bucks but you’re fishing so much that some fish are starting to get stale without being bought, the sea is bleeding and the leviathan is hungry

Maybe one time, one of them gets upset at the other and holds the seal fur hostage, its sooo mean but it also feels very them. When I think selkie I think of the movie Song of the Sea and in that movie the father of the protags loved a selkie, the mother, but she had to leave at one point for the sea because that’s her nature etc etc, but he didn’t want her to leave so he hid her skin which like. Ruined everything and hurt her. And ohhh the parallels… Leaving him… Just food for thought.

Selkie Chil & marine researcher Marcille

The reverse of that where Chil’s the selkie, Marcille’s fascination for him has the reverse angle, almost like admiration too. Crying she’d be like "who’s this mysterious guy, why’s he look kinda ethereal(selkie fairy blablabla)?" and investigates meanwhile he doesn’t want anyone to see him transforming and such so he’s like "leave me aloneeeeeee!!" Selkie chil? secretive man who just wants to chill gets grabbed by the most enthusiastic fairytale-obsessed girl out there. She WILL almost drown trying to say hi. C’mon mister mythical let’s have a storybook romance <3 Jumping in da water and he has to rescue her and immediately gains 100 grey hairs. She gets her storybook ‘saved by the merman’ moment but at what cost. "WHAT ARE YOU DOINGGG" screaming, she gets scolded very much but it all goes in one ear out the other tbh. Selkie Chilchuck is even better with his secretiveness... How do you get around the fact you’re a seal? Iunno I’ve never been a seal Obsessed with the implications of his family in this. Except if his wife and daughters were humans and so his work travels are instead selkie shenanigans going out at sea for months on ends, I imagine they’d be selkies too… Did they get separated? Die? Is Chilchuck’s cowl in this one Flertom’s fur? :( Once more mentioning sea shanties Chilchuck btw, Roll the Old Chariot comes to mind… Ooough Song of the Sea from the movie that he sung to his daughters <33 I’m fine

With the researcher angle actually being pushed there are interesting plots and scenes you could think of obvi, but uh we kind of went off on the fisherman Chil Marcille selkie AU instead haha. It’d be cute if she ends up teaching him how to live on land in the end. Dresses him up like a funky lil guy. I went with tallman Chil when drawing it and selkie Marcille’s more elf-like, and for selkie Chil I’d imagine it’s the reverse where she’s tallman-like and he still looks like a halfling… Sea-related AUs are my weak spot <33

No matter how you turn it, Marcille is the instigator lol. Selkie Marcille: this little man… I want to know more about this human! Selkie Chilchuck = tries to avoid everything but this Marcille keeps chasing him! It’s her job to, Chilchuck minds his business!! He sees a sliver of something weird out at night? Not his job nope keep your nose out of that it’ll only bring you trouble. It’d have to really itch him at him for him to crack I think… Honestly he’d make a great lovecraftian horror protagonist lol. We love a girl with no chill and her nose in everyone’s business

Shout to to @dayundying, @cabinette, @soappox and @lucky-fydraws!! These people were there for the brainstorming and the writing of the scripture…

#Dunmeshi au #marchil #chilchuck tims #marcille donato #dredge au #Irish chilchuck ftw #also let’s be real chil would see a naked woman monster and be like oh… i am listening #Mean old fisherman ily. He wonders how seal jerky would taste. Surprisingly kind tho. Would pet the seal #If ppl want more specific credit or parts edited out just lmk #Tallman chilchuck

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dudadragneel · 2 months

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Hello, guys! It's me!

How are you?

And I present to you another fic, ashorter one!

I'm almost done with the request so I'll be accepting new ones soon!

I hope you'll enjoy!

I’ll try word this the best I can. My request idea was one when reader and hyunjin are ice skating and then he slips and gets a concussion and he’s really dizzy and asks to just go home. He’s being really cranky and frustrated and won’t even eat anything. Later he develops a terrible headache and reader has to stop him crying and making it worse. Reader convinces him to eat something but he gets really sick in the middle of the night and tells her he wants to just throw it up but she discourages him from doing that because it’s all he’s eaten all day. He gets frustrated (again lol) because she doesn’t want him to puke so she just lets him do it in the end.

A DANGEROUS MOVE

Hyunjin spent the entire week stressing over what you two could do together that wasn't the usual dinner, Han River, etc. He wanted to do something different, then an idea popped into his head: ice skating.

He knew how to skate and he thought that maybe he could teach you, and laugh at you in the process, but little did he know you were almost a pro.

You were really excited just as he was and couldn't wait to get to the ice rink, but little did you know how the day would unfold.

Getting there, you both put on the skates and set off on the little adventure. And yes, he was appalled by how good you were and how magical you looked while you skated and spun.

- Woah. You look beautiful babe!

- Thanks!

You said getting close to him and circling him, giggling, making him feel extra happy that you were having a good time.

He then joined you, doing really simple choreographies with you, enjoying every bit of the moment. Then he attempted a move that didn't end well.

He failed his landing, making him fall on his back and unavoidably hit his head on the ice, the sound of it startling you and making your stomach drop.

- Hyunjin!

You yelled running to him. Getting to his side you instructed him to not move for a while.

- Oh my god, babe! Are you okay?

- Agh!

He winced from the pain in his head and even though he was lying down he was feeling dizzy. After a minute he was calm enough to get up.

- Here let me help you.

You placed your arms under his, hugged him, and helped him to his feet and he swayed once he was standing but you managed to steady him before helping him out of the rink.

- Sit down here.

He sat down and squeezed his eyes, the dizziness not wanting to go away. You kneeled and removed his skates for him and helped him put on his shoes.

- Let me see your head.

You said getting up and looking behind his head, trying to see if he'd cut it. Thankfully nothing, but the fall was hard so he might've gotten a concussion.

- babe...let's go home...I'm too dizzy...

He said grabbing your arm and ducking his head. That was the sign that something was wrong, Hyunjin only admitted to feeling unwell when things got really bad like you'd seen when he injured his hand.

- Sure honey, let's go.

You put on his mask for him, making sure he wouldn't be recognized even though you didn't see any paparazzi, and then put your arms under his and he embraced you back so he could stand, feeling way too dizzy to trust his own body.

You helped him settle in the car, buckling his seatbelt, his eyes closed all along, and a pained expression all over his face.

- Honey, I think we should go to the hospital...You might've gotten a concussion

- Okay...

He said grunting and sinking into his seat.

You took him to the hospital where the doctor said he did have a concussion but it wasn't bad, he'd experience headaches and probably some nausea but it would get better in a few days, as long as he rested. You let the others know and then took him home.

The pain was so annoying that Hyunjin was really grumpy, anything was setting him off even the tiniest of the inconveniences.

- Babe, I made some food.

- I don't want to eat...

- Just a little bit?

- I don't have any appetite...I just wanna rest...

- Okay. I'll eat and we'll sleep for a while, okay?

- Hmm...

He hummed, leaning his head on your shoulder as you ate your meal. Once you were done you washed the dishes while Hyunjin already headed to the bedroom to lie down.

You got to the bedroom and lay down next to him, cuddling him to try to give him some comfort. You rubbed his back and stroked his hair making him fall asleep within minutes.

But at 1h30 later he woke up and his head was throbbing, he could feel his heart beating inside it. The pain was getting unbearable, he was feeling miserable, and he started sobbing quietly in your embrace.

You woke up as you felt him twitch a little under your touch and noticed he was sobbing.

- Hyune? Baby?

You said waking him up and cupping his face, tears ready to fall from his eyes.

- It's hurting a lot...

- Oh baby, I know. But don't cry, crying will only make it worse.

You said pulling him into an embrace and rubbing his back gently, trying to calm him down. You started breathing deeply and slowly and instructed Hyunjin to do the same. He paid attention to the movement of your body and followed along and managed to calm down after a few minutes.

- There we go. Feeling a little calmer now?

You asked, gently wiping away a small tear with your thumb.

- Yes....

- Can you try to eat something? For me?

- Yes...

- Okay, I'll go get it.

You brought a small portion of the food you made earlier for him to eat and he did and liked it.

- Thanks, honey. It was really good.

- I'm glad you liked it.

You turned on the TV to watch some drama so he could distract himself and get some sleep while cuddling you and within 30 minutes he was fast asleep again and so were you.

The night was going well but then the effects of the concussion started to reveal themselves.

His head was throbbing again, he could feel it behind his eyes and his stomach was in absolute turmoil. It was sloshing around, making loud uncomfortable gurgling noises.

He woke up and sat up on the bed nudging you to wake up.

- Hm? What is it?

You said blinking, eyes half open trying to take in the image of your boyfriend sitting on the bed, one arm hugging his middle and head resting on the other.

- What's wrong honey?

- My head and my stomach...

- What exactly are you feeling?

- My head is throbbing...and my stomach h-hurts...

- Are you feeling nauseous?

- Yes...I wanna throw up...

He said gagging weakly into his hand and then leaning against you.

- But baby...you've barely eaten anything...

- but it hurts... something is revolting inside.

- I know it's annoying, Hyune. Don't you want to try to get some medication first? And see if the urge goes away? I don't want to see you vomit the only thing I've managed to make you eat today...

- Fine...

He said sounding clearly frustrated and defeated. He knew you meant well because, yes he didn't eat much but deep down he knew getting it out was the only way for him to feel better. But to not worry you, he took the medication and just waited, seated on the bed with you. Ultimate silence took over the room as you rubbed patterns on his hand while he just kept looking down.

At some point, his body made it clear that the medication wasn't working, making his stomach let out a loud gurgle, that even you heard it.

It was rioting inside him and he already could taste acid at the back of his throat. An air bubble stuck in his throat obligated him to force a burp out to try to get some comfort or relief but it backfired when it brought a small amount of acid liquid.

He grimaced at the taste and texture, gagging weakly and then immediately swallowed it back.

Which proved to be the worst choice he could've made at that moment. As soon as it went down it wanted to come back up, making him start to swallow convulsively, now gripping your hand to try to control the urge since you didn't want him to throw up.

You squeezed his hand back looking at him with caring eyes and he never moved from his position, still staring at the mattress keeping his head down.

After he managed to swallow the urge one time he let out a long sigh, that didn't really seem to be of relief.

- You okay?

You asked softly, holding his hand and rubbing patterns on it again.

- No...

He said with a shaky voice and nodding his head.

Another loud gurgle was the last warning from his stomach before strong nausea took over his entire body, strong enough to make him sweat cold.

He felt that acid taste in his mouth again which was beginning to fill with saliva.

- ...'m gonna throw up...

He said very faintly, trying not to open his mouth too much and risk vomiting all over the bed. His voice was so muffled, you didn't hear clearly.

- What?

You asked with a fond tone of voice, tilting your head to the side and lowering it getting closer to him.

- I'm gonna throw up.

He said with a shaky voice that ended with a retch and already getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom.

- oh.

That was all you said before getting out of the bed yourself and following him into the bathroom.

Hyunjin just bent over the toilet, holding the edges, and stood there, staring at the water.

- Is it that bad?

You said as you entered the bathroom going to his side with a hair tie on your hand. You tied his hair into a bun and placed your hand on his back and gently rubbed it up and down.

- Yeah...

He said spitting out a bit of saliva and rocking back and forth in agony. His head was throbbing because of the concussion and his stomach was angry but it seemed like it had created a mind of its own and was determined to make Hyunjin suffer some more.

Despite all the nausea, gurgling, and pain, his stomach was not exactly helping him throw up.

It then started cramping making Hyunjin retch dryly over the toilet and the only thing that would come up a few times was thick saliva, but the nausea was still there and it was still very strong.

- Honey... nothing's coming up...

He said, still rocking back and forth and feeling defeated and hopeless. His stomach was clearly not okay so why wasn't it trying to get the food out?

- Breathe baby...do you want some water? Maybe it'll help trigger it...

- Yes...

- I'll go get it.

You gave him your water bottle with cold water in it and he took a few careful sips.

- Straighten your back a bit, maybe it'll help as well.

He did as you told him and your hand never left his back, providing him the comfort and balance he needed at that moment.

Moving his body actually increased the nausea, making him gag a few times but nothing came up, so he just kept standing and breathing.

You decided to rub his stomach and see if it helped him throw up since he was feeling so miserable.

It seemed to have helped as the nausea increased even more, making him bend over the toilet one more time.

He kept his mouth open, retching unproductively a few times before a strong cramp in his stomach sent hot liquid rushing up his throat making him lurch forward as a thick stream of partially digested food hit the toilet water.

- Oh baby...

You cooed as you rubbed his back when another round came out not giving him time to breathe.

- you're doing good.

You pat his back when he choked on a piece of that got stuck in his throat and triggered another wave to come out mixing with the putrid mess inside the toilet.

After that, he dry heaved a few times before the nausea subsided a little. He straightened his back, took deep breaths, and swayed a bit, the whole ordeal making him dizzy and his concussion hurting even more.

- Babe...can you help me to the bedroom...I feel faint...

- Sure. Just rinse your mouth quickly and let's go.

You flushed the toilet then wrapped your arms around him, helping him rinse his mouth in the sink and guiding him to the bedroom where he immediately passed out once he hit the bed.

You covered him and lay down beside him, stroking his hair, hoping he could sleep through the rest of the night and that his concussion would get better soon.

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xyouami · 1 year

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"What?" Pt 2.

♡ angsty Scaramouche x GN! reader hehe

~ this contains running away

Warnings : Dealing with depression(?) Blood, death, and suidice

Recommendation : Read this with music // And I'm home = PMMM OST(?), Stay soft by Mitski, No other heart by Mac Demarco, Moonlight on the river by Mac Demarco or any sad angsty song lol

Pov; Scaramouche

I woke up to the light chirps of birds, it felt lonely somehow.

I sat up to see ____ gone. Did they go off to an adventure?

I put on my coat and hat and went out.

It felt busy these days but I felt like I was forgetting something.

"Hey Wanderer– I mean, Scaramouche!" I heard a little fairy yell.

"Oh hey there." Aether waved.

"Have you guys seen ____?" I asked.

"Ah, no. We've been looking for them aswell."

"Paimon doesn't know why, but she doesn't feel right!" She whined.

"Hm, let's go find them outside Liyue. They might be out somewhere exploring." Aether said.

"But they isn't the type to go out without us knowing." I said.

"Oh... right hehe." Paimon laughed nervously.

"Well, let's just go check anyways!" Paimon put her hands on her hips.

Aether ran to the exit of Liyue and so did Paimon.

"Where are you..." I mumbled.

Pov; you

I run desperately.

I run to the place of our first meet.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

The view of the high mountain, dragonspine. And the fine flowing waters of Liyue.

I fall down on the grassy ledge.

"Scaramouche.."

I trace my hand across the sky as elements of the cold follow along.

I look down on my left bloody hand.

"Almost.."

Pov; Scaramouche

I run around unfamiliar surroundings.

"____! Where are you goddammit?!"

I inspect the ground.

"What's this.." I look around to see faint elemental foot prints.

"Gotcha now."

I flew over the footprints.

Pov; you

I form my elemental energy into a knife.

I turn around to see the fatui.

"What a lonely and pretty person you are, how vulnerable are you?" The red firy man asked.

"Don't underestimate me." I said.

"What? Couldn't hear you."

"Not repeating."

I took my polearm and leaped onto them.

I swiftly took my polearm and traced it with cryo.

I took all of what I had.

With an instant, i killed them and with blood on me everywhere.

Their blood stained the faint ruins near me.

The man choked blood and slowly died.

I looked at the man as his corpse fell and disintegrated.

I heard laughing behind me as I saw more fatui.

The man with the hammer ran after me as I sliced his body apart, his blood stained my weapon as I ran after the cincin girl.

With a blink in an eye I sliced her apart aswell, with the cryo tracing back to me.

The man with the gun was what I had left.

He shot a bullet but I hit it back and it hit his eye, he screamed in pain as I approached him.

"Your last is my last aswell. May you have a great life in the afterlife sir." I frowned at him as I stabbed him with my cryo knife.

"Sorry." I said.

There was blood everywhere.

I still had energy left.

"Time to go huh.." I looked at the sunset.

I summoned my 'twin'.

"Time to go."

I took out my polearm as my cryo replica did too.

I made a space where no one can interfere. Until if I run out of energy.

Pov; Scaramouche

I ran into a dead-end.

"Shit."

I fell on ground as I panted.

"I spent, all of my energy, please come back home, ____." I panted.

I looked down to see a familiar hairpiece.

"____?" I whispered.

My grip around the hairpiece tightened.

"Please come back home." I could feel tears coming down.

Its been 7 hours since we last took off to find ____.

I must find them.

I ran desperately.

"Please, be safe." I mumbled.

After awhile of running, it was night. I looked up to the galaxy like sky.

"The sky is fake, but you are the sky." I mumbled.

I reached for the sky.

"Please.. come home."

I looked at the hairpiece in my hand.

I put it against my chest.

"I miss you."

I looked at the flowing river lit up by the light of the sky.

The cool wind hit me.

"Wait."

"I know that feeling."

I ran to the direction of the cold.

It was far.

But I know.

I just know..

Pov; you

I felt pain.

"Agh!"

We fought and sore.

My 'twin' disappeared same with the labyrinth inside. I tripped and fell on the ground on my knees with my hand gripping the area of my chest.

I felt my heart beating intensely.

"Even I can't beat myself.." I panted painfully.

The blood on me was my own blood.

I felt like my heart would explode at any moment.

I looked at the moon.

"Pl-please."

"Make Scaramouche safe."

I paused.

"I love him so much."

"Please, I want him, and the traveler and paimon to be safe."

I felt the numbing of cold inside of my blood.

"It's so cold." I mumbled.

I fell on the ground and lied there with myself curled up.

"I can't.."

I knew I still had enough energy.

I made my cryo knife.

"Time to say goodbye."

I sat up weakly as i grabbed it.

I pointed the knife at my chest.

"You're the last of my energy. And I'll say goodbye."

"I love you, Scaramouche."

"I love you, I really did."

"And I still do."

"P-please make my friends and family safe." My voice trembled.

I could feel cold tears run down my face.

"I'm sorry, Scara, Aether, Paimon."

"I love you, Scaramouche."

Pov; Scaramouche

I ran.

So desperately.

"Please."

I ran to Guili Plains.

That was our first meeting.

That was when I was still a harbinger.

And damn did I already love them.

I loved them I did, and I still do.

I love them.

I ran to the ruins.

It took so long,

Please be there waiting.

I want to hear your voice again.

"Hey Scaramouche!" That voice rung in my head.

I panted.

I looked up.

"What?"

My eyes widened.

I could feel tears coming, bursting.

"____!"

I screamed.

There was blood stained everywhere, on the grass, the ruins, even on ____.

I picked up their body.

"Are you okay– please tell me!" I yelled.

I looked at those lifeless eyes.

"You.." my eyes were blurry.

I hugged their body.

"____." I trembled.

I cried,

I cried.

I screamed pain of agony.

"I'll kill whoever did this!—"

"They killed themselves."

That familiar voice?

I turned around to see ____.

What?

"I am not ____. I am their elemental energy that lived inside of them. I am a 'replica' of them."

Their silhouette was cryo and I could tell it wasn't ____.

"But.."

"She told the moon, 'Tell Scaramouche I love him, please.' Then she cried as she stabbed herself white choking on blood."

"I.." I looked back at ____.

I looked back to see them gone, but their elemental energy flowed to the sky as they lit up the moon.

I looked back at ____.

"I love you too." I sobbed beneath their cold embrace.

Those lifeless eyes, will forever pierce me.

EPOLOGE COMING SOON

#genshin angst #scaramouche x you #scaramouche #genshin impact #wanderer #kunikuzushi #wanderer genshin #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #angst #genshin scaramouche #genshin #character x reader #gn reader #death and dying #death mention #tw: suidice

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frecklystars · 9 days

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I know stsc isn’t one of your main f/os anymore, but I was binging TFP while putting together a cosplay and every time he popped up, I just thought “yeah this is what he does when keri isn’t around.” sorry if that’s weird T-T but your s/i feels like a part of the show to me now

Aww... thank you for saying that. That's not weird, that's sweet 😭😭 wow I'm gonna cry

I miss my starlight so bad. I'm really touched you still think I'm a part of that world. I feel like a part of my heart is still "in" the TFP universe and stuck there, even though it hurts so bad. but it was my greatest comfort I've ever had, and I have had sooo many amazing experiences and opportunities because of TF, it's going to take me a really long time to fully let go of it. but I don't know what's better for my mental health: never touching it ever again (which I've tried since July 2023, it has NOT worked, in fact it has just made me more miserable) or I can try reclaiming it slowly over time (difficult asf I am literally physically ill every time I look at it or think of it). I feel like I can't win here lol. I'll uhhh.... I'll figure something out.

Learning how to make literally hundreds of these characters Not A Trigger Anymore is gonna be super fucking hard, but it's kind messages like this one that make me miss it the most. I don't want my view of TF to stay the same, I want to make it Better, I don't know how though. But nice asks like yours always make me want to do that. i'm a mess rn... "this is what he does when Keri's not around" I always used to think that too!!! haha I always used to think "aww my s/i is off in another dimension and he's committing crimes 🥰🥰" agh... I remember the Red Energon centered episodes were my favorite because I always thought of him making me that necklace from a shard of it. I still have it packed away in a box, I still have starflower seeds I never planted. I used to watch those episodes religiously and heave this big loving SIGH because the idea of him gifting me that and me saying "aw, that's so nice, ty" and he's like "...yes I'm being... nice" and he hisses it like it's a swear word... used to make me feel so good. that's when we'd become Official™. I had it all planned out... Rock Bottom was when we'd finally become friends, Operation BB episodes is when we'd start meeting in the starflower meadow... sometime around Armada we'd have this mutual pining thing going on...

;-; tell my Starlight and my Honeybee that I miss them more than anything and I will come home someday. please. and thank you so much for sending me this ❤

AGH you know what, I can put this under a readmore so I won't accidentally trigger myself with it if I see it tomorrow and I'm in a bad headspace or something. I miss him!!! look at him. ahh. he is everything to me even though its like there's this huge invisible force field around TF that makes me feel like I cannot touch it. he is so-- god. look at him. he's so beautiful. there is nobody I'm gonna love like i've loved him.

i even remember when i made this gif, i was just. ahh. so full of butterflies. that feels so long ago. i miss him!! and!!! i am gonna get him back one day. i just don't know how. 😭 but god damn it ONE day!!!! we were engaged, damn it!!!

anyway. i'm so sorry to ramble holy shit. but thank you so much for thinking of me when rewatching TFP ;-; that means so much to me... makes me feel like I really am still meant to Be There, even if i'm so far away from it now. i was conditioned into believing my ship with him was just some foolish, stupid joke, like I've just been kidding myself for years and there's no way any of the robots wouldn't harm me or do horrible things to me, let alone love me. but this message suckerpunched me in the heart guts like a "hey wait a minute" kind of feeling. ok ok I'll shut up now. i love you anon.

also, your cosplay is gonna be absolutely amazing, i hope you have fun putting it together!!

#anonymous #asks #keepsake #how did you manage to send this when i was in the middle of drawing for my reclaiming robots tag #i was drawing HW and shaking and then i see this in my inbox and im like OGHOGH #its a sign 🥺 maybe.#and i think the TF movie coming out literally ON my birthday this year is a sign too #a good sign!!! [beating back my pessimism with a broom]#i have zero clue how to reclaim these F/Os but mark my fuckin words I WILL DO IT #because refusing to interact with TF has just made me more miserable bc it's EVERYWHERE #i cannot escape it. i literally feel like ryan gosling's papyrus skit 😭#where steven cannot escape papyrus no matter where he goes and he spends decades being HAUNTED by it #that's me with scary alien robots apparently #and if i have to be fucking haunted seeing Optimus on airheads at the gas station #then by god i need to be okay with seeing Optimus on airheads at the gas station.#and then one day maybe years from now i'll feel Excited seeing my husband Optimus on airheads at the fucking gas station

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sweetadonisbutbetter · 2 years

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Cleaning Day (MK/reader)

A/N: AGH- holy shit it’s been a hot minute since I posted on here 🧍🏽ANYWAYS if you read this- hi- lol I am a huge MK simp (along with Red Son and Mei but besides the point) and noticed there is a lack of fanfic for the traffic light trio! so i decided that needed to change, and that i would help be the change lol. On the same topic- WHY ARE THERE SO LITTLE FANFICS OF THEM??? LIKE I UNDERSTAND THE MONKEYS ARE HOT?? BUT YALL ARE MISSING THE LITERAL MC AND THEIR BESTIES- anyways enjoy the read-

warnings: none :D just pure domestic fluff (Repost from my ao3 lol)

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You woke up to the warmth of another body with their arms wrapped around your torso. Blinking away the sleepiness from your eyes, you look down and see a head of messy brown hair that belonged to your boyfriend, MK. Slightly confused as to why he was still home, you suddenly remembered. Today was the rare occasion where MK had all day off. No training with the Monkey King, and no deliveries to make as Pisgy and Tang were spending the day together. Today would be a completely free day, just the two of you, unless Mei decided to drop by and hangout. Letting your mind drift, you begin to think of things to do.

Only to stop at the grumbling of your stomach. You decide that maybe you should eat before you do anything. Shuffling yourself from MK’s tight grip and replacing your body with a pillow, you leave the room and head to the small kitchen. Looking in the fridge you see the correct ingredients to make (favorite breakfast dish). Taking out what you need, you then get to work.

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Mk wakes to a wonderful smell and a grumbling stomach. They are not quite awake but do get up and follow the smell. Which eventually lead him to the kitchen, where you are cooking. He walks behind you and wraps his arms around you, placing his head on your (shoulder/back). You laugh softly, feeling your boyfriend behind you.

“Good morning sleepy head.” You say as you begin to finish up. He hums back in response as to not leave you hanging.

“Thought you weren’t gonna wake up til a little later?”

“Smelled food.” He sleepily replied.

“Well food is almost done, so go sit down and I’ll prepare you a (plate/bowl).”

They nod, give you a quick kiss on your (cheek/neck) and go to the table.

You prepare MK’s and your own (plate/bowl) and leave to sit at the dining table. Giving MK his food, the two of you dig in, eating in a comfortable silence.

Eventually, you both finish your meal. MK, who is now awake after eating, thanks you for the meal and goes to shower. While he showers you decide on what you two were gonna do for the day. You break out the speaker, connect your phone and shuffle your playlist. MK leaves the bathroom, now freshly showered and ready to start the day.

“Soooo…” He starts, “What are we gonna do on our day off? Play games all day? Go to the arcade? Have a date?” His questions come so fast that you cant help but laugh at your hyperactive boyfriend.

“We’re gonna clean.” You say as you head into the kitchen to start the dishes that have been piling up.

“Oh ok cool cool cool.” He says not fully registering what you said. “WAIT- CLEAN? BUT WHY?”

“Babe, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed the clothes all over the house?”

“It’s only a few clothes here and there.”

“There are three piles in our bedroom alone.”

“See? Here and there.”

“There dishes in the living room and in the bed room.”

“I was eventually gonna put those back.”

You laugh and shake your head. “Baby by the time we get to your ‘eventually’ we would already be in our 50’s.”

“Still would of been done.”

His response makes you laugh a little harder, and shake your head.

“Still doesn’t change that we are cleaning today.”

You see him deflate a bit, until he perks up a bit. You know he is gonna try to change your mind. He not so sneakily crept up towards you and rested his face in the palm of his hands.

“What if I made clones to clean for us? While we go out they clean! Its a perfect plan!” He states excitedly. Rolling your eyes you grab some bubbles from the soap, and place them on his nose. You chuckle at his face and reply,

“Baby I don’t think you remember that the last time you made clones and gave them a task, they went crazy. No, I love you, but they would destroy the place and probably pigsy’s restaurant.”

He visibly deflates more, realizing that you were right, and that he would have to clean. With a heavy sigh, they go to the living room to begin cleaning.

“If it makes you feel better I will let you be in charge of the cleaning music.” You say, in a small attempt to cheer them up. It works because next thing you know, they are walking with a small pep in their step. You smile as you put the last dish to dry on the rack and turn to finish up the kitchen. Today was going to be a fun cleaning day.

#lego monkie kid x reader #lego monkie kid #lmk mk #lmk mk x reader #lmk tang x pisgy (mentioned)#domestic fluff #pre-season 3 #non-traumatized mk #kinda set around S1 #Mk uses he/they pronouns #poc friendly #height friendly too #mk hates cleaning #repost #☾adoniswrites

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russilton · 2 years

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AUGHH YOUR AU IS SOOO GOOOD. i've literally been brainworming it all day. george in general is pretty reserved despite how emotional he is, but rb!george is a WHOLE different kind of reserved. there's just this bratty, seeming uncaring front he puts up whenever he's at his lowest. but even despite it, he's still soft, to a certain degree. of course he fights against rb and max in the race before the break, but after it's obvious he still relents after all of it.

it's just. agh. he's fought so much and has a hardened shell to cover up how damn soft and polite he actually is, but rb's forced him to erase that and reinforce it all the same, and MANNN he is so fucked up.

i can't wait to read the actual thing if you end up writing it, but honestly all these snippets and art is keeping well fuckin fed. thank you so much for this au :D - @ruszhou

I wrote you this like, really great long monologue about how George’s trust issues develop, how each of the main people in RB teach him a new lesson in things he needs to either hide away, and how eventually he spends so long acting that it becomes harder and harder to remember who he was before. How Lewis caring about him makes him feel like an animal backed into a corner, because it either means Lewis is lying to him now as well, or he isn’t and George will be forced to look down at how his Redbull dream is rotting under his feet.

Then tumblr deleted it and didn’t save a draft, SIGH. Instead of trying to rewrite it, I’m going to offer you the first nsfw fic snippet from this au

I for sure want to write this, I know it’s going to take a while and it’s the most ambitious fic undertaking I’ve ever attempted. But to combat that a little I’m trying to write scenes as I feel driven to, prevent blank page syndrome. Here’s 1k of smut after George’s first win lol.

Red bull George Au spoilers under the cut.

Some little warning tags: mildly unsafe sex, slut shaming, feminised name calling

For such an imposing and unpredictable figure on track, George folds like paper when Lewis gets a firm grip on his hips, back arching smoothly and presenting his ass upwards, right into Lewis’ waiting hands. He’s gorgeous, Lewis wants to own him.

“I always manage to forget what a whore you are, Russell. What would your boss think of you like this, I wonder? So desperate you’ll let your rival fuck you?” He muses out loud, thumbs pushing his cheeks apart so he can rub firm circles into George’s hole, testing its give and attempting to humiliate George all in one. No reason to waste time, they both know how this goes.

“Rival? It took you 10 laps to overtake me on better tires. Rivals actually challenge you” even with his cheek pressed to the sheets and ass spread for Lewis, the Red bull driver still manages to sound bored and unimpressed, tilting his head to the side to look at Lewis with a raised brow. Fucker.

Lewis retaliates by pushing the tip of his dry thumb into George’s entrance It’s tight and not particularly comfortable for either of them, but George tenses up and pushes back, then moans long and low when Lewis spits directly on his hole. He takes the opportunity to lean over George, broader chest covering the slimmer man entirely as he works his spit covered digit inside, soft grunts from George encouraging him as Lewis gets his lips right next his ear

“You can pretend to be whatever you want out there. I’ll always know you’re just a brat who's begging to be ruined”

No matter how he’ll try to talk his way around it, the way his ass clenches on Lewis’ thumb tells the older man all he needs to know. He doesn’t waste time on waiting for whatever George’s next taunt will be; reaching forward instead to grab the lube off the hotel nightstand before flicking it open and drizzling a moderate amount right into the cleft of George’s ass. It’s cold, and he makes no attempt to warm it even as George jumps, just sets about scooping lube up with his index finger and working it into George.

While it’s fun to watch George quiver and shake on his knuckles, Lewis cock is starting to make an insistent appearance, aching mutely, pre-come welling at the head and threatening to drip messily into the sheets. He tugs his fingers roughly out of George, grinning at the protesting groan he gets in return. He takes a second to watch George clench around nothing but clear lube dripping lazily out of him, before smacking his ass sharply to get George’s attention.

“Condom?”

“Fuck that, just get on with it, come on” George grinds out, rubbing his forhead into the sheets and pressing back into the hand Lewis still has tight on his ass.

Lewis’ mind fills with degrading names, all the things he wants to call George, to tempt him into a reaction just the way he does to Lewis on track, but he forgoes them in favour of lining the blunt head of his cock up against George’s hole. He probably should have prepared him more, added another finger or some more lube, the size of him looking intimidating against the backdrop of George’s lithe frame.

George doesn’t seem to agree at least, whining high in his throat as he waits for Lewis to do something other than massage his ass and stare at himself. Needy bastard.

He waits until George opens his mouth again to say something before bucking his hips and fucking the first few inches in, punching a gasp out of George before he relaxes and moans from the stretch. The wanting noises continue to spill out of George’s lips until Lewis’ hips are pressed tight to his ass.

He can’t quite resist one last act of mocking, draping himself over George and pressing him into the bed so he can get his mouth up to George’s ear, biting the lobe and tugging it with his teeth before he continues.

“You’re made for this, Slut. Be useful for once, lie there and take it.”

He growls it right into George’s ear, deep and commanding, before pulling back and fucking in hard enough to make their skin slap together. For once, George shuts up, jaw clenching around a shout as Lewis sets a rhythm that should keep him quiet. Like this, he’s stunning, Lewis thinks, letting his eyes rove lazily over George’s tanned arms and smooth, muscled shoulders. His ribs dip into a small waist and hips where Lewis holds him tight enough it’s sure to leave bruises, hauling George back onto his cock to make sure his thrusts push as deep as possible. His ass is gorgeous, slapped red and marked, and he swallows Lewis so well. Lewis can’t resist leaning back and using his thumbs to spread George’s ass so he can stare at his dick disappearing into him, almost like magic. Lewis has enough self love to say confidently he’s bigger than average. Plenty of partners and some opportunistic photographers have pointed that out to him. Compared to George’s tiny little hole he should be threatening, but George really does seem custom built for this, keening high and long at the stretch around his entrance that Lewis is pulling wider.

“F-fuck, I knew y-y-you had an ego, but are you j-just watching yourself?” Russell’s attempt at a barb would hit more sharply if Lewis couldn’t hear the slight desperation on his breath, words stuttering out around each glide over his prostate. He’s not mad that Lewis is looking at himself. He’s mad that Lewis has slowed in his thrusts to do so.

“Are you really that desperate? Can’t behave for five seconds because you’re just too greedy?”

“W-why would I behave for you?”

“Because if you think anyone else is going to put up with your attitude to fuck you, Princess, you’re lying to yourself”

“Am I? You seem pretty happy to”

“I like watching you walk around out there acting like a prince, when I know you’re just a bitch, who wants to be filled. My bitch”

He’s over discussing this with George now, wants to remind him just who he is at his core under the bravado and hubris, so he yanks George’s legs out from under him, forcing George flat onto the sheets under him so he’s trapped between the mattress and Lewis’ cock spearing him open. George gasps, screwing his eyes shut and rubbing his head into the fabric below him like it will help him escape the sensations overwhelming him. Lewis takes the chance to kiss his cheek, grinning when George swears at him, before he plants his forearms for leverage and starts thrusting again, hard and fast.

Now he’s finally got George where he wants him he takes a chance to kiss over the smooth tanned shoulders below him, biting at the back of George’s collar where it should be well hidden. He’s not an asshole, no matter how much he wants to mark George up and watch him walk back into the red bull garage.

His skin is sweaty and tastes faintly of champagne that must have leached through his fire suit on the podium. The sting of second place feels a lot less sharp when the driver on first is shuddering apart under him. He times a well angled thrust with a sharp scrape of teeth over the younger man’s neck, just to hear George cry out his name, high and desperate.

#britcedes #gewis #4463 #hoecedes #mark’s fic tag #asks #ruszhou #redbull george au

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xtinyaurora · 3 years

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Oh my gosh thank you for doing my ask. Reading Seonghwaart was soooo satisfying. Can you do y/n doesn't believe that they're sexually attractive, so Ateez proves to them that they are (sexually). Please and thank you 😊 ☺ ❤

Ateez reaction: Their Y/N doesn’t believe that they’re {sexually} attractive

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➼ requested?: yes

➼ genre: smut & fluff

➼ pairing: Ateez x female!reader

➼ Word-count: 2k+

➼ Warnings: nsfw content, strong language, cursing, spanking, mentions of scars & stretch marks, pet names, daddy kink / sie kink, nudes, reader kinda puts themself down, anal sex, chocking, oral sex, breeding kink (?)...

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction and is only for the purposes of fun, it’s a hobby, so read at your own risk!

➼ A/N note: I hope I wrote this the way you wanted... Also, if anyone’s interested in a male version, let me know! All gif credits go to their owners!

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Park Seonghwa

You were standing Infront of the mirror, looking at your naked body, which was still a bit wet from the shower you took a few minutes ago. You were ashamed to say the least. You couldn’t understand what exactly Seonghwa found attractive about your body. You wanted to look good for him but you’re just a flat piece of a human being. As you were starting to build tears in your eyes, your boyfriend walked into your shared bedroom. ��What’s wrong, baby?” He knew what was up, it’s not the first time he caught you crying over yourself. You shook your head not wanting to talk about it and grabbing your towel to cover yourself up. Hwa breathed out loudly, shaking his head. He then pulled the towel away, ignoring your protests. „Do you see this?” He grabbed your tits, slowly massaging them. „Do you see how perfect these are, how well they fit into my hands.” Then his head made its way to your right breast. He slowly started licking your nipple, it immediately getting hard. Out of nowhere he slapped your left breast with one of his hands. „You like that?” You silently nodded your head, a scoff left Seonghwas mouth. „Fucking shit you’re so hot. You don’t understand how you make me feel. How those pretty little tits could make me cum just from touching and slapping them like that, fuck.” Seonghwa then roughly threw you on the bed and started to undress himself...

Kim Hongjoong

„Say it, baby, come on.” You tried to get your breathing under control but Hongjoongs speed was too fast, the pleasure too much to take. „I - I, agh!” You couldn’t stop screaming moaning. „I know you can do it, come on.” His hips started to move faster than before, making it harder for you. You were so overwhelmed that tears started to form in your eyes. „I can’t-t.” A hard smack landed on your ass. „Yes you can and now say it!” Yelled your boyfriend from behind. He harshly pulled you up by grabbing your throat, making you face both of you in the mirror. „Tell me beautiful, tell me how breathtaking you look, I know you can do that for me, baby. Show daddy how much of a good girl you are.” You squeezed your eyes together, forcing those words out of your mouth. „I am beautiful.” Hongjoongs grip on your throat got stronger. „Open your eyes, princess.” You did what he said and opened your eyes, almost reaching your high. „J-Joong, I think I-.” „No, the fuck not. You’re not going to cum until you do what I asked you to.” You closed your eyes again, god. Hongjoong movements completely stopped, making you whine out loudly. „Look at yourself.” You pulled your eyebrows up, eyes getting rounder. „Do it!” Damn boy, chill out. As your were looking at yourself, Hongjoong slowly pulled out of you. Another whine left your mouth, not going unnoticed by him. „Look at this pretty pussy, all wet and all mine. Men, am I lucky. Oh and... those beautiful tits, this fucking cute ass, my god I am about to lose my shit. How am I so lucky to have all of this? I love you so fucking much Y/N. Don’t worry though, I will show you how beautiful you are. You wanna these tits to be bigger? Oh, don’t worry, can do that for you. I can’t wait to get you pregnant, you will look so beautiful with a round belly, fuck.”

Jeong Yunho

You two were currently play fighting over some food. Both of you thought it would be a good idea to visit the park and have a picnic today, since it’s finally warm and sunny again. You didn’t notice how far your skirt actually went up, when you jumped on your boyfriend. It wasn’t that short of a skirt, it covered more than 60% of your legs but it was loose, so it was easy to raise up. When Yunho gave you a smack on your ass, you were fast to sit back and pull it down again. Yunho looked at you questioning, you only shaking your head, hiding face. „Was that too much?” You immediately assured him that it wasn’t about that slap on your ass. „Then what’s wrong?” Again, you shook your head. The male then grabbed your face, making you look at him. „Baby, tell me.” You moved his hands from your face, lowering your gaze. „I just don’t feel comfortable with showing myself off, you know, my legs could be seen when I jumped on you.” When you looked back up to see his reaction, a smile was placed on his face. „Honey, you’re beautiful. Those pretty legs would turn on every men, no, even girls. You don’t know how much I wanna grab them and pull you over me, so you can ride my hard ass cock.” Your eyes torn open, a blush creeping on your face. A loud laugh left Yunho’s mouth, him staring to eat again as of nothing happened.

Kang Yeosang

When you read the massage your boyfriend sent you just a few seconds ago, you almost spitted out your drink. Now you had an incoming call... „Uhm, hello?” Silence. Then you heard heavy breathing. „Baby, please. I need you to do that for me, I can’t take it anymore, I need to release.” You didn’t know what to say, only blushing more. „Yeosang, you know how I feel about my body, I can’t jus-“ „Baby, don’t you understand that I need that beautiful hot body to cum? That you turn me on that much, that I only need to see you to cum. Fuck, please princess I need you. Please send me some nudes, it hurts. I promise once I get home, I will reward you, hm? How does that sound?” You nodded your head, even tho you knew he couldn’t see you. „Sounds Good.” A load moan left his mouth. „That’s my good little girl, now make daddy happy and take your close off so he can see those beautiful small tits, yea?” You bit bottom lip. „Yes, sir.”

Choi San

A loud whistle was heard when you walked into the living room. When you looked at the male, he bit his lip. „Damn, baby, look at those curves. Shit, come here, I wanna smack that ass.” You only stood there, shocked. San then raised one of his eyebrows. „What? Can’t I touch my girlfriend now?” You shook your head. San looked as if he got offended by that. „Oh? Why is that?” You now shrugged with your shoulders. „Don’t you want to use that pretty mouth of yours, baby? Talk to me.” He now stood up and made his way to you. When he reached you, he slung his arms around you waist, face just a few inches away from yours. „Not listening to me? I guess you wanna use that beautiful mouth of yours for something else’s then, huh?” Now you started smirking, kinda enjoyed where’s this is going. This was way better then going out for a fancy dinner with the boys. Don’t get me wrong, you loved the boys, but you didn’t feel comfortable and confident enough to go out with that dress, San bought you for this dinner. „Look at you, so beautiful. Even my friends want to have you and fuck your pretty pussy. They wanna grab this fat ass and smack it, want to cum on your pretty body. Oh how bad for them that they could never have you, you’re all mine, this pretty body is all mine.”

Song Mingi

„Mingi! You can’t just walk in like that.” His eyes went big. „Why not, I am your boyfriend?” His innocent voice made you melt, he’s so cute. You turned around, hiding your body from him. „I know that, but you know how I feel about myself. I am ashamed.” His eyes got even rounder. „Even if it’s me? I thought you feel comfortable with me. Did I do something wrong? Oh my god I make you uncomfortable. What do I do?! I shoul-„ „No Mingi. It’s not that... it’s just... never mind.” You kept on cleaning yourself, trying to ignore him. You heard the sound of a belt and clothes moving. When you turned to look what he was up to, you directly looked into your boyfriends eyes. He smiled at your surprised expression and leaned further into you. „Mingi, I-“ You got interrupted by a kiss. Soon, the kiss got more intense, both of you starting to touch each other’s body’s. Mingi broke the kiss, giving you time to breath. „You know Y/N, I know it might take some time until you understand that but you’re the most stunning human I’ve ever seen in my entire life. And you know those scars and marks on your body? They are just as beautiful. They make you unique, it’s just like art. I love you, you and every tiny bit of your beautiful 'flaws'. Please never forget that baby.“ You were on the verse of tears, like damn, you love that boy so much. A smile was sitting on both of your faces, you leaning back in to continue your make out session.

Jung Wooyoung

He slowly placed soft his kisses down your tummy. When he bit into one of your belly roles (is that even the correct word? lol), you immediately scolded him for that. „But it’s cute.” You rolled your eyes. „No, Woo, it’s not cute. Please stop.” He chuckled at your reaction, still thinking it’s cute. „Okay, cry baby.“ He then kept on kissing your tummy, started to go further down towards your core. „Woo...” You couldn’t really make out if you were warning him or were asking for more, either way, he kept going and pulled your PJ pants & panties down. Now, he had a perfect look of your stretch marks. You tried to hide them by placing your hands on top of them but Wooyoung slapped them away. „Ouch!” He didn’t gave a fuck, honestly. „Move, I wanna look at those sexy stretch marks. Damn, this is all mine.” You got a hard slap on your left thigh, letting out a moan, your boyfriend only smirking a smirk by that. „Like that, huh? Lemme eat you out then.” He gave you another slap, this time on your clit. I guess, what he wants, he gets?

Choi Jongho

„Jongho, no.” He kept pulling you on himself. „Hey, don’t worry, baby. Did you already forget how strong I am?” He let out a cute chuckle, making you smile but it soon vanished out of your face again. Jongho wanted you to ride his face but you felt uncomfortable with that idea. Your were too heavy, at least in your own opinion. Jongho always told you that you’re beautiful the way you are and that he loved you no matter what. He also always assured you that you aren’t heavy and even if, he could handle it, since he was a strong guy. Still, you were too scared of hurting him. Jongho assured you that he would be fine and would stop if you don’t like it, so you made your way above his face, slowly sinking down. You immediately let out a soft moan when his tongue met your cunt. After some time he told you to move, your fear of hurting him rising again. „Princess, don’t worry. You did so good till now, I know you can do even better. Come on, ride my face, cupcake.” You closed your eyes and started to move slowly. While so, Jongho kept on praising you from time to time, you growing more confided by that. You soon reached your high, making a mess all over your boyfriends face. Jongho licked you clean until every drop was gone. You then stood up and checked on him, he giving you a proud smile. „I knew you could do it, I am so proud of you! We need do this more often tho, that was freaking hot.”

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mimi-cee-hq · 3 years

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Wildfires - Atsumu x f!reader

Summary: You're burned from last year's rumours, now fearing any hint of smoke. Yet you can't help, but fall for the childhood friend who's a balm to your wounds.

Genres, tropes, etc: angst with a satisfying and happy ending, angst to fluff, hurt/ comfort, exs to lovers (but not the usual kind), secret dating, drama and romance, but it's still somehow cute because that's just how I write lol

Warnings: false rumours about cheating and an illicit relationship, so it still technically mentions those things.

Words: 1.9k

Author's Notes: Hi Lia (@chimielie)! I'm your ☀️ anon. 🥰 You suggested exs to lovers and hurt/comfort for this prompt and it still technically is those things, but it's probably not what you expected.

If anyone is new to my blog and doesn't want to read angst, here's a cute fluff Atsumu x reader instead. :)

This fic is for the Heatwave Fic Exchange (@heatwave2021). Thank you for hosting this!

~*~*~

"I hadn't realized you two were still together."

Not even the overworked fan's whirring can drown out the strained silence that follows.

"We're not."

The air is dry and sweat forms on your brow. With the sun beating down, it's the perfect combination for a wildfire.

Atsumu's chin sits on his fist as he avoids your gaze. Lowering your eyes, you stare at the wooden table.

"Did he still care?" you ask yourself.

~*~*~

Plaid skirts sway as two students peek into their new classroom, attempting to be discreet. You hear their whispers from a distance, waiting in front of your own classroom.

"Look! We get Kinjou-sensei this year!" one exclaims.

"Are you serious?" the other asks after letting out a gasp. "I don't know if that's a good thing or not. I might end up staring at his face all day."

"Maybe it'll help you pay attention," her friend snickers.

You clench your jaw as heat rises in your body. They're able to indulge in frivolous remarks, ignorant of how you're left scarred from one fleeting gesture, a tiny piece of kindling that ignited into uncontrollable flames.

Cool hands cover your ears from behind you. Your jaw relaxes and the tension dissipates from your shoulders. You turn around to see Atsumu wearing a scowl on his lips. Sighing as you cross your arms, you ask, "Atsumu, what are you doing?"

"Well if only there was a way to make 'em shut up," he replies with a sharp tone.

You lean away from him and swat his hands back. "You're too close," you tell him.

"Alright!" he says, holding his hands up in surrender. "I'll go!"

As he walks away, he crosses his thumb and index finger behind his back, forming a little heart. You smirk at his hidden gesture to you.

"I love you too, Atsumu," you silently tell him as a smile graces your lips. However, it vanishes like the mist in the sun when yet another person calls after him, someone he doesn't know.

You skirt around the other students, avoiding their path, and rush to your desk. There are too many dry leaves around; a single spark can burst everything into flames.

Why does everyone have to know Atsumu?

~*~*~

"I wish you could've been my partner for the project," you say.

Atsumu pours a glass of water and places it on the table in front of you. "You ended up with that new girl, right?" he mentions and you reply with a nod. "She should be safe to work with."

You're startled once again when you hear the chimes from the front door. A rattan room divider obstructs your view of it, but you hunch down anyway as you finally pick up your spoon.

Atsumu sits across from you, sharing something about his team. His eyes dim when he realizes you haven't been listening.

"This isn't working," he tells you. "I thought this restaurant would be better because people can't see us from here." He runs his fingers in his hair, a sign he's frustrated.

"I– I forgot people can still hear us," you say in a low voice.

Atsumu sighs. "Let's just watch a movie at my house," he says. "Osamu already knows anyway."

"You know we can't," you protest. "Not when Hana and Haku drop by so often. They're going to realize we're together."

"But how are we supposed to have any fun when you're so scared?"

"I–" You lower your gaze, eyes unfocused towards your untouched bowl of rice. "Sorry, Atsumu."

"It's not your fault," he reminds you yet again. This exchange has become all too familiar. "Maybe we should finally tell Hana and Haku what happened to you."

"And have them find out the guy in the rumours is their beloved brother?" You cross your arms over your chest and rub your hand on your sleeve. "I still want to be comfortable around them, Atsumu. Ignorance is bliss right?"

His mouth twists before a groan escapes from it. He slouches in his seat and stares at the food in front of you, which remains the way the waitress left it.

"Let's take the train to Tokyo next time," he mutters. "Nobody'll know us there."

Your eyes grow before looking up at Atsumu. "What?" you slowly enunciate just above a whisper. "Don't you know how expensive that is?"

He presses his lips together before sharing his next suggestion. "I know where 'Samu's secret stash of money is…"

You narrow your eyes at him. "No, we're not stealing from him to go on a date, Atsumu."

"Alright," he says, lowering his eyes and dropping his shoulders.

Seeing his expression, you offer another idea. "How about Osaka?" It's only one city away.

Atsumu's eyes light up, excited at the chance of finally getting to enjoy some time with you. Although your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes, you hope leaving the vicinity of last year's wildfires would be enough, for Atsumu's sake and yours.

~*~*~

Your heart beats faster and your throat becomes dry. You weren't getting enough air.

"You're okay," you tell yourself. "She's not talking about you."

"Seriously! That happened at my old school," your project partner snickers as she recounts her story to you. "They even got the kiss on camera too! I felt so bad for her, but it's her own fault for cheating on him."

You begin to feel dizzy, catching a whiff of smoke from another victim's fire. Her words add fuel to a fire that cannot be stopped. Wildfires burn and burn, and are never satisfied until they run out of kindling.

"Oh! I've been meaning to ask. Are you dating Atsumu? The two of you seem really close!"

Your throat struggles to take control, attempting to keep your stomach down; it doesn't want to burn either.

They'll say you're cheating on Kinjou-sensei.

The tongue is a powerful weapon, causing destruction by those who are both untrained and ignorant as well as the truly malicious.

Your knees buckle as you pant for air, your grip weak on the knob. You need to get out.

Atsumu's figure is before you and you relax as he catches you. You never would have imagined that this guy would be your fleeting oasis.

~*~*~

"Let's break up," you tell Atsumu.

You both knew this was coming, yet a bucket of icy water chilled to the bone regardless of whether or not it was expected. Speaking those words aloud shocked you back into reality.

You hesitated dating each other in the first place, but you couldn't help but caress his strong hands when he admitted his feelings for you. Growing up together in your group of five, he was by your side from snotty noses to acne breakouts.

You didn't expect to fall for the hot-head of your bunch when rumours of you dating Kinjou-sensei spread. Atsumu attempted to extinguish every flame he spotted, witnessing your anguish each time you got burned.

"Maybe we can still do this," you say, contradicting your previous words.

"And what? Have ya pass out again every time someone asks about us?" Atsumu protests. He lowers his eyes as he clutches your hand. "Do ya know how worried I was about ya?"

Your heart flutters for a moment before you remind yourself that you can't keep him, the boy who has been by your side for so long.

"Aghhhhh! This is so stupid!!! Why are we suffering because of this made up crap?! 'Kinjou-sensei' had put a bandaid on me a thousand times more than he did t' ya! But nobody gives a crap about that!"

"I'm sorry Atsumu."

"Why the heck are ya sorry?!" he says, raising his voice.

"I– If I was just strong enough... If I could withstand their stupid words"–your lip trembles–"maybe I wouldn't have to choose between you and having some peace."

There's another silence between the two of you. Your fingers are loosely intertwined together, barely holding the fragile string between the two of you, as if it were a wick that would combust and disappear in a split second.

"Maybe we should just run away," Atsumu mumbles aloud.

"What?"

"Ya know, transfer schools. Or even drop out if we need ta."

"Atsumu! You can't! We can't! You have volleyball! And I... this is the only school that gave me a scholarship."

"Agh! Why is this so frustrating?!"

"I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing, ya idiot! Ya did nothing wrong!" He presses and rubs his forehead with the heel of his palm. "I just… I wish I could do more for ya." His arm drops at his side. "I wish I didn't feel so useless."

Your tears drip down your face. Could they be counted any more? If only you didn't fear getting caught dating Atsumu, terrified that last year's fires would morph into a raging beast. But another wildfire would not only destroy you but also the man you loved. If only your sores healed by now, you could have shown off your boyfriend, disregarding any of the flames.

If only you were fireproof.

But you weren't and now you're forced to loosen your grip on Atsumu, the balm to your wounds, and let him fall out of your hands.

~*~*~

"I hadn't realized you two were still together."

Not even the overworked fan's whirring can drown out the strained silence that follows.

"We're not."

It was three years since you talked to Atsumu, four since rumours first raged through the school. The two of you went through cycles of getting back together and breaking up again every time you learned that fear was still crippling you. Cutting off contact was the less painful option.

Years later, you're at a friend's cottage and Atsumu comes along without knowing you're here as well. Now that high school has come and gone, the smoke has dissipated and the fires have finished their course. You can finally breathe.

But does Atsumu still want you?

To anyone else, Atsumu is bored out of his mind, resting his chin on his fist. Nobody sees his thumb and finger forming a tiny heart.

Your heart flutters and you blink back tears. You attempt to hold back your growing grin, but you have no reason to hide it anymore.

You wrap your arms around him, almost causing him to topple off of his chair, Atsumu letting out a yelp. "What the heck are ya doing?"

You can finally release your feelings for him, openly and freely. The dam opens and waters rush to engulf him before you settle into his embrace.

"I love you too Atsumu," you tell him without a care in the world.

Osamu tells you he changed when you cut off contact. He desired to be a man, not wanting to feel so powerless, and poured himself into things he could do. It paid off.

"Did ya want to go somewhere together? I could even take ya all the way t' Rome if ya want."

The two of you hold each others' hands as the ocean's edge cools your feet. You lean against his shoulder, cherishing the moment that at one point seemed like an inaccessible dream.

You give him a peck on the cheek and smile. "Tokyo seems like a nice place for a date for now."

~*~*~

I hope you enjoyed this fic. :) (And I hope you liked it Lia!!) I guess I can be poetic if I try. lol. I had a whole commentary written out for this fic, but I decided against posting it here and making my author's notes as long as the fic itself. 😂

If you enjoyed this fic, I don't really have any similar pieces of writing at the moment. The only one that's similar is the hurt/comfort Kunimi WIP I've put off writing for so long because I didn't think I could pull off this type of fic. (And also because I think only one person will read it.) The theme in that one is pity/pride because pitiful is Kunimi's most hated word.

Anyway, if you want to see my usual style of writing, I have a cute tooth-rotting fluff Atsumu x reader one-shot. I currently also have an ongoing fake dating chaptered Suna fic, which is probably my best planned fic with the hints and foreshadowing and a nice mix of humour, fluff and shoujo-type angst. :)

I also have a Google form for my taglist if anyone is interested.

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yamiyjh · 2 years

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Kazuha x GN!reader

[LOL SO UH YEAH FIRST OFFICIAL FIC I POSTED]

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@yumir3

@kazu-ig

It was a sunny day, you were making breakfast. Your boyfriend, Kazuha, was out of the country for a few days since he had some business. Your were thinking of video calling him. Your really missed him, even his touch, to the point you decided to try and touch yourself.

You were washing the plates, as you were; you heard your phone ring. You quickly put back your plate and looked at the name. Smiling widely, you answered.

"Hello, my flower." He says in a happy tone. "Kazuha!" You smile widely, happy to hear his voice after a long time. He was smiling on the other side of the phone.

Little did you know, that Kazuha installed a camera inside the bedroom, where you do your business. After watching yourself cum on your fingers, screaming out his name. He decided to call you and plan something to satisfy both of you.

"My dear flower, what have you been doing these days without me?" He speaks softly through the phone; wondering why he said that. You replied.

"What do you mean Kazuha? I'm just staying at home!" You said, wondering what he meant. He smiles softly, saying in a seductive tone.

"I've known what you've been doing without me, angel. Did you think I would have not find out?" Your heart stopped.

You let out a awkward laugh. Did he know you were touching yourself, thinking of him? He was in his office, waiting for your response.

"Find out what Kazuha?" You asked, trying to act innocent. You notice Kazuha taking out his phone. Your face went red; your eyes widen, he had a footage of you, fingering your hole. You remained silent. He pulls his phone away, taking a look at the footage for himself. You see him smile sadicstically, looking at you being all flustered. Oh, how he loved your reaction. Knowing that you were desperate for pleasure, made him all excited.

"So, honey" He says, stirring his coffee slowly. You watch his fingers. He dips his finger in the coffee; licking it after. You gulped, watching every move he does.

"You were so, so, so, so desperate for my touch, you decided to maturbate?" He says smiling. You nodded.

"Kazuha, I'm sorry I know its sham-" He cuts of you off.

"Ah, ah, ah, who said it was shameful? Im not mad, dear. Infact, I wish to see you touch yourself infront of me." He says softly, even though you could hear his words loud and clear.

"W-what?" You blushed even more. You were already wet from his voice, from how he talks.

"Aren't you turned on right now dear? You can do it right now." He says. You can hear his belt unbuckling. You then nodded. You positioned your phone on a few stacks of books. He watches your body, waiting for you to touch yourself.

You slowly took of your underwear, leaving your exposed privates Infront of the camera.

"Oh, how I wish I was there right now, dear." He says whole watching your fingers trail to your private. You teased yourself abit, rubbing around it, like how Kazuha does. You then went to your hole, inserting a finger in. You thre your head back moaning softly. Kazuha gulped, wishing he was there to taste your juices.

"Nghh~ Kazuha~" You moaned, inserting 1 more finger, fingering yourself fast. Forgetting Kazuha was watching you faced your ass to the camera. You rubbed your private, arching your back.

"Fuck.." Kazuha whispers, he unzips his jeans, taking out his hard cock. He watches you twitch, wanting to cum hard. He starts pumping his cock, trying to match the way your thrusting your fingers in your ass. He wanted to fuck that sweet ass so bad, he was ready to quit and come back to you.

"My dear, go more faster." He demands, wanting to get off you fucking yourself.

"Aghh!~ Kazuha!~~ please~ I want your hard cock~ ahn!~" He twitches. That caused him to increase his pace.

"You looks so lovely, exposing this side of you to me makes me want to penetrate you." He says while he breathes heavily. You go more faster.

"Kazuha!~~ agh~ mmnh~" You moaned loudly, while fingering your sweet spot. You opened your legs even more. You went up to your nipple with your free hand, pinching and twisting them. Kazuha increased his pace even more. His face all red, he loves seeing you defendless.

You were almost at your finish. You start going even more faster. You did one last thrust into your ass. You threw your head back in pleasure. Kazuha squeezed his cock, groaning and twitching from cumming. His cum dirtying his suit. You both were breathing heavily.

"When I come back home, get ready, as I'm not having any mercy on you, my flower."

#genshin impact #kazuha #genshin smut

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ashestospace-fics · 4 years

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Hey I love your page 💕 can you please write hcs for adult trio,phinks, and aged up Killua reaction to receiving sexy pics/nudes from their so , you know the kind that like “hey babe look, I got my hair done “ but the hair is totally not the focus of the pic ya know lol

Receiving pics

Characters: Hisoka, Illumi, Chrollo, Phinks

G: NSFW

TW: phone sex, degrading, pet names, spanking

Masterlist

Hisoka

We don't gotta act surprise that Hisoka won't send you some nudes himself. This man is horny, like all the time.

So he's kind enough, to always give you a reminder on how he's body react towards you when he's away. Either fighting or thinking of you in general.

Let it be a pic of the mess he made or how hard he gets, you have a whole album just from his nudes.

But when you started sending him pics back? Man practically came in his pants where ever he was. He was so quick to call you, a moan following along as he sang your name.

"y/nnn~ you naughty naughty boy sending such lewd pictures while I'm away" he practically moan into the call as you heard the sound of clothes being drop down to the floor from the other line. You hummed as you lean back on the bed, a low groan escaping your lips as you pump your cock slowly.

"oh I'm sorry was it the wrong moment to do so?" You cooed as the sound of Hisoka letting out a growl as the sloppy sound of him pumping his cock was audible to your ears. "Such a desperate slut can't wait for me can't you? Can't wait for me to fill that ass of yours with my cum that you have to use those pathetic fingers of yours" he groan out too you almost feral. You felt yourself clench into nothing as your hand went faster at his words. "Can't wait any longer Baby, I need you know.." you breath out heavily, it didn't take long for him to show up.

Illumi

He would be so caught off guard but not surprise too see your nudes. Like if you where too send him a pic but asking a question, he would answer the question before directing the elephant in the room.

You would have send it to spark the relationship up but seeing how reacted you really had to ask him. "Really no comment?"

He would be confuse because he doesn't really get the purpose of it still. "What? I seen you naked before Y/n"

"yeah I know but I thought you'll like some pics for sexy time before getting home :(" he would take a moment to really look at the pictures and just stare at you body.

"I suppose you can keep sending me more" you get too giddy about it. Not really expecting him to almost blow cum dry with how many rounds he made you go through.

"c-come on Illu, o-one break I need to r-Agh!" You clench your jaw tight as illumi shoved your cock in him. Your throbbing length had him sighing as his legs wrap around your waist as he bounce on your lap.

"I think I u...understand the use of those pictures now Y/n you need to send me much more... It does get me in such a good mood" he fisted a hand full of your hair as he watch you groan and moan. The ability to speak gone with how many times he has made you cum that has your thighs shaking.

Chrollo

Oh you're going too get in so much trouble with him. Especially if you send those pictures when he's working or with the troupe around.

He's knows what your trying to do. But making him hard while he's away with you trying to act clueless?

You know what your getting yourself into. You know he's gonna punish you once he gets back, and you know that takes a few days if you stay home.

It's not the first time you do it, he likes when you send those pictures but the idea of you touching yourself when his not around is unacceptable. (But he does saves them)

You let out a whimper as you grip on the sheets. "5-5......ah! Fuc-6.." the sound your skin being hit was audible to your ears only. Drool daring you slip pass your lips as Chrollo press your head down. "Naught little thing sending those pictures while I was away...you thought you where gonna get away with it? That I was gonna forget?" Another harsh smack, it send electricity into your body as it shocked. "N-no boss!" You moan out as he let out a small scoff. "ah such a little liar y/n, I really need too put you in your place"

Phinks

"oh that's fucking hot" he LOVES it when you send him nudes. He itches for them, he would be the one to ask you to send some most of the time. Usually you will get one back return.

But send it when he least expects it and he's dick twitches when he opens the chat up.

He has to excuse himself of make up a excuse to leave or go too the bathroom.

Phinks either calls you, or sends you a video of him fisting himself to get you more rail up. A clear sign that you ain't gotta get easy out of it and that hes going to make you wait longer until he gets home.

"Y/n" he calls out when he arrives. "Yeaaah??" You call back from the living room. "Take your pants off now" "phinks you stink of bloo-" "pants, floor, ass" "phinks" he's already on top of you before you know it.

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t33n4gedirtb4g · 2 years

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Kenma x Femboy! Reader

( ↑ This is the type of dress I had in mind while writing this. Doesnt have to be this one tho.This is what I was imagining while writing it)

"Baby I'm home!~ And I have something for you!~" Kenma said as he walked into the apartment that the two of you shared. [Name] walks from their bedroom to greet his boyfriend.

"Hey Kitten! How was your day?"

"Its was good, thanks for asking!~ So anyways, I have a gift for you!~"

Kenma said with a smirk on his face

"Ooooh! What is it?" the [hair color]ed (Ignore if you're bald)boy asked exitedly, whenever Kenma got gifts for him they were usually really cute,things like plushies and clothes, specifically skirts and thigh high socks. Because he loves seeing his boyfriend in things like that. Not in a sexual way, usually. He just likes seeing the [eye color]ed boy happy!

"Lets go to our room and I'll show you!"

"Oh alright, lets go!"

When they both got to their bedroom they sat on the bed as Kenma set the box down on the bed

"So? What is it?"

"Open it and see!" Kenma said with the same smirk as before, just a bit more smug than the first time. [Name] opened the box and his face went red as soon as he realized what it was.

"H-huh?-"

"Well, do you like it?" Kenma asked, smile fading a bit, afraid that his boyfriend didn't like the gift.

"O-of course! Its just.. unexpected.!"

"But you like it right?"

"Of course I do!"

“Great! Sooo, can I perhaps... dress you up.. in the dress..?" Kenma asked, sort of nervously

"Yes! I mean, yeah sure!"You really wanted that, but too shy to let that completely show.

Kenma now had a warm smile on his face

"Okay then! You can go in the closet and change. Or do you want to to.."

[Name]s face went red once again, he wanted him too, but it made him feel awkward at the same time.

"I want you to.. if you don't mind of course!"

"Yeah I want too! Your body is so pretty and the perfect shape and I love looking at it and!- Wait, did that sound creepy at all?"

"No not at all! Its really sweet of you!"

"Really? Okay then. Now lets put this dress on you!" Kenma said as he took off [name]s [favorite color] skirt to reveal his boxers, then he took off his thigh highs and shirt. [Name]s body now being fully visable to the cat-eyed male, he always thought your body was absolutley perfect. Even if you might think different.

After he got the dress on you he looked you up and down smiling.

"Do a twirl for me.!" Kenma said with a huge grin on his face. You steped back a bit and did a twirl, the dress flowing up and spining the same direction as your body.

"Beautiful!" Kenma says as he walks towards [name] and hugs him before he could do or say anything.

"Whats with th sudden affection huh?"

"Well cant I give my boyfriend affection?"

"Fair enough.!" [name] said as he laughed softly.

"Now I wanna do something else.."

"And what would that be?"

"Its... cuddling you!!!"

[name] yelped as Kenma picked him up bridal style and carried his boyfriend and threw him on the bed then jumped next to him laughing

"Agh!- what was that for?!"

"I wanna cuddle you! Duh!" Kenma said as he hugged his boyfriend closer and pressed his head onto his chest.

"Did you sleep last night? Or did you stay up gaming?" [name] asked while his boyfriend was still hugging his head in his chest.

"Hmmm? Nooo I got sleep..! I got 30 minutes..!"

"Might as well have gotten none! You're gonna sleep right now."

"FiNeEe"

"Don't'FiNeEe' me! Be lucky I care for you! So lay down and sleep!"

[name] said as he moved so he could lock eyes with his boyfriend. Then Kenma brought his boyfriend down and pressed his head against his chest once again, but this time [name] just hugged Kenmas waist and slowly drifted off to sleep with his boyfriend.

Heyyy! Author Mikey here!I kinda forced myself to

finish this today cause idk I didn't want it to be any later than it is. Its my first actual oneshot so it might be kinda shit lol. But I hope whoever read this enjoyed it anyways!

Author Mikey signing out! See ya tomorrow!

-Mikey

#Gay #Lgbtq+#kenma x reader #male reader

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jaceyneedsabetterusername · 3 years

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Lavender Lace

Pairings: Tom Holland x Femdom!Reader

Summary: Edging Tom (no plot whatsoever which is super rare here cause I’m a slut for plot)

Warnings: Edging (male receiving), unprotected sex (because it’s a fic and there is no pregnancy or STD’s unless I say lol), Dom!Reader-Sub!Tom, Creampie, Cockwarming, Reader doesn’t cum (sorry)

Word Count: 1860

A/N: I wrote most of this on my phone so I’m sorry if there are any words that autocorrect changed. I looked through and changed the ones I saw but just in case I missed any, my apologies!

Part 2 out now!

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Tom lied on the bed, hands tied up above his head to the bed frame. His beautiful body was on full display against the sheets, small freckles adorning his taut skin. A glistening layer of sweat made every dip and rise of his body shine deliciously, his defined muscles exaggerated by the light shining off it. His chest heaved up and down as he attempted to calm himself down yet again and his biceps flexed as he pulled against his restraints. “Fuck! Please, please please…” His voice was broken and desperate- but not quite desperate enough.

“Awe, Tommy. You’re doing so well,” you cooed, rubbing your hand lovingly across his firm thigh, “But I think you can go a little longer.“

Tom groaned in frustration, his cock already painfully hard and leaking precum. He hissed and bucked up into your hand when your hand went back down to pump his impressive length. Your hand glided up and down, adding a twist at the top around the tip. “Please-”

You stopped your movement but kept your hand still on his member, shaking your head, “No cumming until I say.” You chided, voice gentle in stark contrast to the torture you’d been putting him through for the last hour. Tom’s hips bucked upwards again, desperate for release, making you chuckle, “Look at you. So handsome. So desperate.” After a few moments, his breathing calmed down and your fingers circled feather light across his pelvis and down over his thighs, “Let’s get you a little more desperate.”

Tom shook his head, “I need to cum. Please, please let me!”

You almost felt bad for your boyfriend. He looked almost in pain and you really did want to please him more than anything but you also knew that he loved this torture. If he really wanted you to stop, he only had to say the safe word. That weird simple little word had yet to leave his lips, which meant the fun could go on, guilt free.

Your middle finger circled his tip, so agonizingly light that he couldn’t tell if you were there or his brain was just creating sensations to cope with the torture. “Just a few more, love. Think of how good it will feel when you finally get to cum.” With that, you licked a long, slow stripe up the underside of his length before taking only his tip into your mouth and swirling your tongue, lapping up the abundant pre-cum that had been practically pouring out at this point.

Tom pulled at his hand restraints aggressively, “Agh!” He almost screamed out as you brought him to the edge yet again with only small kitten licks to his tip while you stroked his shift with your hand. Tom was so painfully close, it only took mere seconds before he was crying out again.

“I’m gonna cum!” He warned and you took your hand off completely, causing him to cry out. You crawled up his body, kissing a line up along the way. You made sure that his cock rubbed through the valley of your breasts, concealed by a lacey lavender push up bra that did wonders for your chest. When you made your way to his lips, you straddled his waist, just above where he needed you most, and kissed his lips.

“What number was that?” You whispered lightly into his ear.

His eyes opened to find yours only mere inches away and he could have cried. You looked beautiful. Sultry, sexy, confident. Tom, on the other hand, appeared to be a few seconds from tears. His big beautiful chocolate eyes were practically black, pupils blown so wide they nearly overwhelmed his entire irises. His brown curls stuck to his forehead from where he’d attempted to desperately bury his head in the pillows. “Nine.” Tom managed barely, only able to focus on the intense pressure between his legs.

You kissed him again, lifting yourself off him just enough to move the thin fabric of your thong aside before sitting back down, his length sliding between your slick folds as you rocked your hips.

“Fuck!” He hissed out, eyes screwed shut. He had already been so close that this alone almost sent him over the edge.

Your nails scratched lightly over his chest as your ground on him. You moaned a little when his head bumped your clit as he passed through your folds, so close to finally being inside you. “You’ve been such a good boy, Tommy. Where do you want to cum?” You asked, reaching over his head to untie the scarf you’d had him bound by. Immediately, his hands were on your hips.

He timidly asked, “Inside you?” Even after all these years together and the fact you were on birth control, it was still a request he felt weird making.

You smiled against his skin as you licked up his neck, still moving your hips against him, “You can cum inside me when I hit ten, understand?”

“I don’t think I’ll make it. I’m already s-so close.” Tom stuttered when he felt the tip of his cock finally slide into your warmth.

You squeezed your walls around him, just to torture him a little more, “You’re gonna have to, love. If you cum before I say, I’m gonna have to stop and ruin it.”

A genuine look of fear ran through Tom’s eyes and you knew he’d behave for you. He wanted this - nay, needed this - so badly. You began to bounce on his length, his cock rubbing against every wonderful spot inside you. Your hands came to your breasts, palming them through the thick fabric of your bra. “One.”

Tom’s hands struggled to stay on your hips, knowing you might edge him longer if he stepped out of line, “Let me touch you.” He begged and you only nodded, reaching for his hands and placing them on your breasts. He pulled the fabric down and raked his nails gently over your nipples, making you breathe out in pleasure.

“Two,” You moaned out, “Three.” You kept bouncing and you could feel him twitch inside you. “Four. Five.”

“I’m not gonna make it. I’m so close.” Tom was almost crying, legs struggling to stay still as he used every ounce of willpower to not let go here and no. He was so close, all it would take was a millisecond of losing concentration to snap.

You slowed down and just sat on him yet again, not moving but clenching your walls around his aching member and he audibly whined, “You’re gonna make it or I’m gonna get off and leave you writhing on the bed. Then you can watch while I finish myself off. That what you want?”

He shook his head aggressively, his hands moving back down to your hips to keep you in place, “No, no, no! I’ll make it to ten!” You noted the movement of his hands and maybe if he hadn’t been so well behaved all this time, you would have punished him a little more for trying to take control but you could see in his eyes how painfully desperate he was, how hard he was trying to be good. You wouldn’t punish him for it - this time.

“Good.” You began to swivel your hips, just like you knew he loved it and he threw his head back into the pillows, eyes shut tight as he struggled to keep his composure. “Six. Seven.” You reached down and ran your thumb gently across his cheek where an actual tear slid down, still moving on his cock, still drawing this out, “Eyes open, love.” Tom struggled to comply, knowing that one of the only things keeping him from busting right this second was trying to take his mind anywhere but this situation. Seeing you looking so damn sexy bouncing on his cock was sure to send him over. But he managed to pry his lids open and lock eyes with your blown out orbs. You bit your lip and smiled, “You’re doing such a good job. Eight.”

“Shit!” A broken moan tumbled from his lips as he flexed every muscle in his body to keep it at bay. He was gonna snap and there was nothing he could do about it, especially at this painfully slow pace you’d been counting at.

“Nine.”

Tom’s heart raced as he waited for that last number, that last bit of permission before you would let him finally release. He didn’t think he’d ever been this painfully hard and it made him look back at every other time he ever thought he had blue balls and smack his past self. He had no idea what it was like to be this achingly close. “Please, please-”

“Ten. Cum for me baby.” You finally allowed, raking your fingers down his body, making sure to graze over his nipples.

The orgasm hit him like a semi, crashing into across his body hard and fast the very moment you permitted it. “Agh! Fucking hell!”! He was nearly sobbing, his hands squeezing tightly into your hips and bouncing you up and down at just the right pace. Again, something you let slide. He had just been so good for you, he deserved it. His seed shot deep into you, warm and overflowing and waves of pleasure just kept coming. Tom didn’t think he’d ever cum this hard or long in his life, himself surprised when more and more hot ribbons seemed to just. Keep. coming.

Finally, he slowed down, arms slackening weakly against your thighs as he came down from his high. He was still sheathed inside you, his seed leaking out around his cock, down his cock and along your inner thighs. You had never been so full and you didn’t want it to end. You leaned forward, coming to lay on his chest, head in the crook of his neck. When you moved, your walls instinctively fluttered around his sensitive cock and Tom hissed, his grip suddenly tightening on you as the stimulation became too much.

Once you had positioned yourself comfortably on his chest, he wrapped an arm around your body, rubbing large stripes up and down your side. You twirled his hair in your fingers and listened to his wrecked breathing with a bit of pride knowing you made him feel this good. “You did so good for me, Tommy.”

He sighed heavily, “Thank you.” You giggled a little, knowing his brain was still moving a little slow. He wasn’t thanking you for the compliment- he was thanking you for finally letting him cum.

“Wasn’t too much?” You asked, hoping you didn’t go overboard. Logically, you knew he’d use the safe word if it was too much but you just wanted to be sure you hadn’t gotten a little too lost in the power.

Tom shook his head with a chuckle, pulling you closer into his body, hissing yet again when your heat shifted around his overstimulated softening length. “Just right. Any more and I might have died, though.”

You both laughed at his joke before you cooed in his ear, “Oh, love, you can take it. We’ll just have to break your record next time.”

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mari-rosa-skiess · 3 years

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omg i love your writing sm😳❤️ I JUST REALIZED THAT IM THE SAME AGE IF YURIO AGH ITS A GREAT DAY TO BE 15😩👌 also, may i request yurio who meets the reader in japan (like he met her maybe after viktor chooses his program) and she's a skateboarder so like she accidentally skates into him! i feel like it'd be really innteresting to see an ice skater and a skater together as a couple haha (bonus if she's won national skateboarding competitions😎) have a great day and remember to stay hydrated!❤️

yes !!! i love this idea !! i went on a hiatus again, so sorry it’s VERY late, i hope it’s worth it though LOL

i’m personally not a skater, so i’m sorry if this isn’t accurate to how people skate :(

-mari<3

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Warnings: None I believe, just some swearing!

Pronouns: she/her

Words: 1.5k

You always enjoyed skateboarding. It was your favorite activity since you’ve been younger. It was kind of the way you were able to let stress go and have fun, especially since you are in your mid-teens. Things get rough at age 15, but there’s always skating there to help you.

You were skating down the streets one day in Japan, your (h/c) hair was flowing in the strong breeze since it was a significantly colder day, it was winter after all. There was snow on the ground, but only on the side of the roads and sidewalks, but it was all pretty melted.

You closed your eyes for a second because it felt like the wind was making your eyes shrivel up, but a few seconds later, you fell to the ground with a small ‘hmph’ leaving your lips.

You opened your eyes to see a shortish boy standing up, he looked pissed to say the very least.

“WHY WEREN’T YOU WATCHING WHERE YOU WERE GOING?!” the blond feminine boy screamed.

You stood up and dusted off your clothes, for some small pebbles and dirt got on you when you fell.

“I could say that same about you,” you crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN!? YOU’RE THE ONE WHO RAN STRAIGHT INTO ME!” He screamed, although it was kind of difficult to understand him because of his thick Russian accent, especially because he was screaming.

“Well, you could’ve simply stepped out of the way when you saw me skating towards you, you could’ve simply stepped aside when I was like four yards away,” You pointed out.

“It seems you also were not paying attention to your surroundings,” you spoke in a snarky tone, smirking.

He went to say something else to defend himself, but he was dumbfounded, not to mention exhausted from the strenuous training from figure skating.

“You’re lucky I’m not in the mood to argue today,” he sighed, picking up his bag he had dropped.

“Yeah, whatever you say,” you replied, dropping down your skateboard.

After you got a closer look at his face, you realized he seemed familiar. You’ve seen him somewhere, but you’re not sure where. Maybe in a store? No, that couldn’t be it.

“Where are you going?” you asked him, slowly skating by him while he walked.

“Figure skating practice, Viktor doesn’t like it when I’m late,” he softly said.

“What’s it to you?” he added, slightly raising his voice.

“I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere,” you stared at him blankly, but still paying enough attention to the control you have on your skateboard so you don’t lose balance and topple over.

“You’ve probably seen me on TV, I won Grand Prix gold,” he stated.

“Oh, Yuri Plisetsky, that’s where I’ve heard of you,”

Yuri blushed at how you said his name, it sounded so beautiful the way you said it, almost as beautiful as he found the rest of you. It didn’t take him long to notice your features after he cooled down from his baby tantrum.

He just looked away and went quiet, not saying anything else. After a few minutes, you guys arrived at the rink. Viktor was waiting by the door.

You picked up your skateboard and just held it since there was no reason for you to just stand by it.

“Yurio, you know how I feel about you being late,” the tall man with silver hair stated in a slightly annoyed tone.

“Yeah, whatever,” he mumbled under his breath.

Viktor’s eyes flickered to you and a grin appeared on his face.

“Oh, I see, you were out with your girlfriend! Why didn’t you tell me you have a girlfriend?” Viktor excitedly exclaimed.

Yuri’s face turned red, so did yours.

“No, we just met a few minutes ago,” you shook your head.

“Yeah, this bitch carelessly bumped into me and knocked me over,” Yuri crossed his arms.

“Bitch?!” you asked.

“Okay! I see I was wrong,” Viktor nervously chuckled.

“Why don’t you guys say bye to each other then you can meet me inside, Yurio?” Viktor suggested.

“Okay, fine,”

Viktor said goodbye to you before walking back in the rink, going to get his skates on before Yuri walked in.

“Well, hopefully we don’t cross paths again,” you said irritated, dropping your skateboard back down.

Yuri let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

Yuri was surprised by himself. He never apologizes for anything, it’s just part of his personality to be a dick, but here he is, apologizing!

“What was that?” you asked, turning your head.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke up.

“I didn’t mean it, I’m just a dickhead, you’re not a bitch,” Yuri looked down, blushing.

“Alright, I forgive you...I think,” you said, questioning your own words.

“I’ll see you around,” you spoke.

“Wait, what’s your name?” Yuri asked you.

“Oh, right, it’s (Y/N),” you smiled.

He was shocked that you even had a beautiful name.

“Okay, see you later,” he flashed a small smile before walking into the skating rink.

You skated off, actually feeling good about having a new friend. You did find him cute though, and you were sure he’s sweet when he’s not mad. You kind of mentally beat up yourself for not getting his number, but hopefully, there will be other opportunities.

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It’s been a few days since you bumped into Yuri, and you still thought about him occasionally, as did he. You decided to skate by the rink to see if he was there. Since he couldn’t drive, there was no way to really know if he was there unless you looked in.

The place was rented out, so if it was closed, the doors would probably be locked.

You picked up your skateboard and walked over to the door and pulled on the handle. A small smile appeared on your face when it opened. You walked inside and heard music playing.

You didn’t want anyone to see you because you didn’t want anyone to think you were creepy, so you kneeled down by the part of the skating rink wall that didn’t have a window and watched through the window part.

Yuri was elegantly skating around the rink, his routine already seemed flawless - to you at least - you weren’t used to seeing many people figure skate. He actually didn’t look annoyed for once, but he did look sweaty.

Very sweaty.

You looked down and noticed your skateboard started rolling away from you. You silently cursed under your breath before trying to grab it without making any noise. You ended up grabbing it, but you accidentally launched it because you lost grip of it while you were trying to set it up against the wall.

It made a loud clattering noise before rolling and hitting the wall. Since the room was so big, it echoed and caused Yuri to mess up his routine.

Viktor facepalmed and turned off the music.

“It was great until that noise distracted you...what even was that?” Viktor asked, looking around.

Viktor and Yuri both skated over to the exit of the rink and stepped out, looking around the lobby. You were hoping they wouldn’t see you despite you being literally four feet away from them.

Viktor saw you and you flashed a nervous smile before standing up.

“Yurio, you got a visitor,” Viktor spoke before walking back onto the rink.

Yuri looked over at you and he surprisingly wasn’t mad.

“Sorry for messing up your routine,” you apologized, looking really nervous.

“Oh... it’s just slightly annoying, I can always redo it,” he blushed.

“It was really good before I distracted you though,” you smiled.

“Oh, thanks,” his face reddened.

A few seconds of silence passed before Viktor walked back off the rink.

“Yurio, take a short break,” he said.

Yuri nodded before taking off his skates while still standing.

“Do you know where your board went?” he asked.

You looked around on the floor before spotting it, you walked over and picked it up.

“Why do you skate so much?” Yuri asked.

“I- Uh- It’s a hobby, and I’m also a competitive skater...with skateboarding, obviously,” you nervously said.

“That actually sounds interesting,” Yuri spoke.

“That’s surprising coming from you,” you smiled.

“What do you mean?” he asked confused.

“I mean, you are a dick,” you smirked and crossed your arms.

He rolled his eyes with a small frown.

“Joking!” you exclaimed, giggling.

“Anyway, we should hang out sometime if you’re up to you,” you smiled at the blond.

His face went back to the red shade it was previously at.

“A-Alright,” he stammered.

You pulled a small slip of paper out of your pocket that you wrote your number down on pre-hand in case you ran into him.

“Here’s my number, I’m free most of the time, just text me,” you smiled at him.

He took the slip of paper from your hand and put it into his pocket.

“Alright,” he smiled.

“I’ll let you get back to what you were doing, see you around!” you exclaimed with a smile while waving as you walked out.

“Bye!” he shouted.

Let’s just say, he did text you a lot when he got home.

#yuri plisetsky #yuri plisetsky x reader #yuri plisetsky imagine #yuri plisetsky x femreader #yoi #yuri on ice #yuri!!!! on ice #yurio x reader #yurio imagine #yurio plisetsky x reader

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intheticklecloset · 3 years

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Say Stop (World Trigger)

YES HI @skribblz I DID A THING LOL

Summary: When Yuma steals his phone, Osamu attempts to tickle it back from him. However, he quickly learns that tickling Yuma Kuga is not like tickling anyone else.

A/N: I've never in my life posted a fic all seven days in a week but I got majorly inspired and I don't want to wait to share this so HERE! TAKE IT NOW! (plus I just learned that it's Yuma's birthday today so like that worked out really well lol)

I'm still in the first half of the first season of the anime, so please forgive anything that may be incorrect in this fic. I just really, really wanted to do this for skribblz and I got hit with major inspiration to write it last night so I just kind of let the momentum carry me to this point of posting it. Hopefully it's still good even if it's not 100% accurate! <3

Word Count: 1,233

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“Osamu? Hello?” Yuma waved his hand in the air, hoping to get his friend’s attention. “Hello? Hey, Osamu!”

But Osamu was too busy staring at his phone, absorbed in a news article he was reading about the latest Neighbor attack. He didn’t even hear his smaller friend, let alone see him.

Yuma frowned, hummed, then snatched the phone from the dark-haired boy’s hands in a flash, holding it behind his back so Osamu would have no choice but to focus on him, even if for only a moment. “Hey.”

“What the—?” Osamu blinked, taking a second to meet Yuma’s gaze. “Why’d you do that?”

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for a few minutes now. You just kept looking at your phone.”

“Oh…sorry.” The taller boy sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wasn’t trying to ignore you. I was just reading something.”

Yuma pulled the phone out from behind his back and scanned the article briefly. “Reading stuff like this isn’t going to help you, you know.”

“I know. I just like to be informed.” Osamu held out his hand. “Can I have it back now?”

Yuma blinked up at him, then shrugged and pocketed the phone in his hoodie. “No.”

“What – what do you mean no? That’s my phone.”

“No more doomsday stuff. You need to stop worrying so much,” Yuma said easily, continuing to walk along as if nothing had happened. “I’m keeping this at least until you get home.”

“But…we have training today!”

“I’m aware.”

Osamu stared at Yuma. He almost couldn’t believe his friend was acting like this, but on the other hand, it was totally in his character to do something like steal his phone. The kid was definitely a mystery, but he still wanted his device back.

“Give it back, Yuma,” he said, a little more firmly this time. He stopped walking to enunciate his point. “Please.”

Yuma stopped as well, turning to look up at him. For a moment he just stood there, regarding Osamu with his calculating eyes. Then he smirked. “What are you going to do if I don’t?”

Osamu frowned. He considered the question, then decided his best course of action was to act fast and talk later. He plunged his hand into Yuma’s hoodie pocket, grabbing for his stolen phone.

Yuma yelped and started squirming. “Ah! Wahahahait – hey!” He twisted away from his friend’s attempts to wrestle the phone back and clutched his chest, panting a little. “Jeez, you don’t have to attack me or anything.”

Osamu didn’t reply. He was too hung up on why Yuma had giggled like that. Was this all just a game to him? One he knew Osamu couldn’t possibly win? Or was it…

Suddenly it clicked. His eyes widened. “Are you ticklish?”

“Of course.” Yuma said it like it should have been obvious.

“I didn’t know Neighbors could be ticklish.”

“Most of us are people, just like you. I’ve already told you that. We eat and drink and sleep just like you. Why shouldn’t we also be ticklish?”

“I…I guess so.” Osamu blinked, eyed the front of Yuma’s hoodie again, and moved in a second time. “In that case, I think I know how to get my phone back.”

Yuma clutched the openings on either side of his pocket, anticipating Osamu would go for his device straightaway once more. Instead, he ended up bursting into giggles when the taller boy grabbed onto his sides and squeezed up and down rapidly.

“Hehehehehey! Whahahahat are you dohohohoing?”

“Tickling you, obviously.” Osamu grinned. He wasn’t even thinking about his phone anymore. It was fun just to hear his smaller friend laugh.

“Okay, buhuhuhuhuhut why?” Yuma didn’t sound at all bothered by the situation, despite his cackling and squirming.

“Well, at first it was to get my phone back.” Osamu smirked. “But now I’m kind of doing just because I want to.”

Tickling Yuma wasn’t at all like tickling a normal person, Osamu quickly realized. Sure, the kid laughed and struggled now and then, but he never protested in the slightest, never really tried to get away. He certainly wasn’t trying to turn the tables, either. It was at once an enlightening and slightly disappointing experience.

“Aren’t you going to ask me to stop?” Osamu finally asked.

“Why shohohohohould I?” Yuma giggled.

“Because…well, isn’t it driving you crazy?”

“Nohohohohohot really.”

Of course it wasn’t. Osamu blinked. “Is it bothering you at all? Like, don’t you even kind of want to get away?”

“Nohohohoho. Tihihihihickling is fuhuhuhun.” Yuma suddenly grabbed Osamu’s wrists to pry him off, and the taller boy stopped without hesitation. He looked up at his friend. “Do you want me to want to get away?”

“I…I don’t know.” Osamu frowned. “Usually when humans are tickled it’s just a natural instinct to want to squirm away or fight back or…or something. Even people who like it end up saying stop eventually.”

“Ah.” Yuma nodded seriously. “So if I want to fit in with humans, I should ask you to stop when you tickle me?”

Osamu was at a complete loss. He struggled to find the words to explain. “W-Well, no, I mean…if you like it – if you’re not bothered by it – then I don’t see why you should have to say stop if you don’t want to. It’s just…” He huffed out a sigh. “I was going to use it to convince you to let me have my phone back, but if tickling has no effect on you that way, then…”

Yuma blinked. “Is it a torture method?”

“No! I mean – I mean it kind of used to be, in the past, but…” Osamu groaned, taking his glasses off to rub his eyes. “Agh, I don’t know how to explain it.”

“…humans have a weird way of looking at tickling.”

“Well, how do you see it?”

“It’s just fun.” Yuma shrugged. “Not all Neighbors enjoy it, but I don’t mind. It’s fun and relaxing and a good way to bond with someone.”

Osamu put his glasses back on. “So you just…let people tickle you for as long as they want?”

“Oh, certainly not. I’m very capable of stopping people when I’m no longer interested.”

“But you never say stop?”

“I have no need to.” Yuma tilted his head. “Osamu, if you tickle me again, I can ask you to stop rather than force you to if you’d like.”

All of a sudden Osamu’s mind latched onto something else his smaller friend had just said. “Wait…when you’re no longer interested? You just get bored?”

“No. I reach my limit, as everyone does eventually.”

“So…” The taller boy couldn’t help but smirk again, hopeful. “Do you have a spot that makes you reach that limit quickly?”

“Yes.”

“Where is it?”

Yuma opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked up at Osamu with those calculating red eyes of his once more, then smirked, shrugged, and turned his back. “Why don’t you find out, and I’ll tell you to stop when I’m done?”

Well, Osamu certainly wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass him by. He wrapped Yuma in a bear hug from behind, digging his fingers into his sides once more, enjoying the squealing giggles that erupted from the smaller boy in waves. He grinned. Tickling Yuma was certainly different from tickling anyone else, but he had a feeling he’d learn to enjoy it just as much.

#fanfiction #tickle fic #world trigger #yuma kuga #osamu mikumo #playful #learning #friends #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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