#I COULD NOT BE LIKE THAT AT ALL I WOULD MAKE AN EMBARRASSING SQUEAKY NOISE AND MELT

[takaraphoenix]

I think the least self-projecting part of how I write Stiles is the fact that he is just always totally fine and accepting of the pet names.

If a girl called me darling or sweetheart or baby I would just simply melt into a useless puddle of lesbian. I would not be strong enough to be coherent.

[caprisunnydays]

First time but not really

Lawrence wakes up to the MC/you on top of him! What is he supposed to do while you fuck him? He's not sure...

Warnings : NSFW content/smut, mentions of murder, described thoughts of murder, mentions of necrophilia

General : Dom Reader, Sub Lawrence, riding, GN reader, lawrence being awkward and a weirdo manz, no y/n because reader is "the body" because that's how I think that Lawrence would see them

IF U DON'T LIKE THIS STUFF DONT READ, like fr I know its not for everyone but for all the boyfriend to death girlies HEYYYYY

Word count 1.1k

Lawrence’s hands gripped the sheets, hands stiff beside him as the body on top of him kissed his neck. He had been asleep just a few minutes before this, now here he lay on his squeaky, twin sized bed, in the darkness of his flora filled apartment. On top of him hovered a warm body, the body he should have put in the ground by now. 

He knew it from the start, that they’d be a problem, and now he was reaping the consequences of letting them live.

The consequences being his flushed face and hard dick, both embarrassing signs of his loss of control in this situation. Like ivy, the body twisted around him, creeping along his skin and making him shudder and unable to gain the sense to throw them off and cut them up like he should.

Like incessant clover, the body planted kisses on his neck and chest, blossoming hot, fuzzy sensations that spread throughout his quivering form. His eyes were squeezed shut, studying the back of his eyelids as he thought of all the things he could do to the body once he found the strength to push it off. 

His gardening scissors…a knife to carve out that pretty spine…all were possibilities in his fantasy where the body was cold, and unmoving. It would be both a lovely and loathsome contrast to their lively, heated state above him. He wanted to drain that heat from them, feel the blood give his hands a more temporary warmth as he used it as lube to defile their rotting corpse. He would crush them, make them wilt as he did to all his plants once the urge to cut their meaningless, sinful lives out of their existence became too much to ignore.

Plants… that’s what they all were. Flowers, such beautiful things that lied and deceived, taking from the earth to fuel their own vanity and-

Here he was with one on top of him. When he opens his eyes the tiniest bit, he sees the flower on top of him. He thinks this might be the prettiest he’s ever seen.

The prettiest were always his favorite to destroy. Killing such a thing that didn’t deserve the beauty it was gifted, for its inside was rotten and grotesque-

The tingling in his body had made him numb, and the bit of insanity spirling in his mind came to the forefront as he went to reach up, to grab that pretty, stem-like neck.

But the body’s hands gently laid his hands down on either side of his head. His eyes widened, though not in surprise of the action itself, but that he himself would let them do this. His breath hitched as they slowly pulled his sweatpants down just enough to reveal his weeping cock, beads of precum dribbling down the light pink tip. A soft, unconscious groan rose in his throat, the need to have something tight and warm around him growing with each passing second of this torturous dance. Yet no demands slipped from his mouth, words buzzing around his mind as he gripped the pillow behind him as the body shifted their position to where their entrance was directly over him.

“W-wait-” His words died immediately to a humiliatingly high pitched moan as they took him fully. The body’s hole was so hot, so tight- was this what people loved so much? Was this real sex? Love making? No, definitely not that. There was too much hedonism in the way they were squeezing him so tightly around him, bouncing up and down and forcing him to cover his mouth to block the noises he was making. His eyes watered at the intensity of the body’s movements, and the pleasure it was causing. All those nights he finished into his hand seem useless now. Even the tight hole of the corpses he fucked could never have satisfied him as much as the one wrapped around his throbbing cock.

“S-slow down…” He whimpered, though when they did he bucked his hips, trying to regain the electric sensation he previously had access to. They laughed softly and resumed their punishing pace, the room filling with the sound of slapping skin as they rode him viciously.

Perhaps this was their payback for all the nights they’d spent tied up in that chair. The body must be using the energy they stored up in that time to fuck his brains out, leaving him mindless and drooling underneath them.

He couldn’t think, he could barely breath as he felt himself getting close. His balls, heavy from all the pathetic unachieved orgasms he’d attempted to bring himself to, drew up into his body as he prepared to cum. He could feel them getting close too, their walls clenching around him deliciously. Their head was thrown back, hands gripping his thighs for support as they drew their body, before slamming down over and over and over…And they looked angelic as they bounced on his cock, trying to suck him dry of his seed and force him to bury it deep inside them. 

In an attempt to savor the moment, he tore one of his trembling hands from his mouth and reached up to their pretty face. Like a flower in full bloom, their eyes opened, and they turned their desperate gaze to his face, while taking his thumb into their mouth and sucking it slowly.

That enough was an action to push him over the edge, his eyes rolling back, and hand retreating to his mouth to cover the lewd moan that was ripped from his throat as he came. His cock twitched as his cum flooded their insides, mixing with their essence that flowed from within their throbbing core. He blinked tears of pleasure away as he looked up to see his flower rooted atop him, pretty, perfect, and with an expectation.

For a moment he was confused, was the body not satisfied with all that they had taken from him? After taking their captor in such a dominant manner? Though the realization hit him when they wiggled their hips and gazed at him with longing , just as his deluded mind imagines his flowers did when they awaited his water after days of neglect. Of course he was the only one that finished…His flower needed more.

Just like people took from him, his plants, especially his flowers always took the most. Such greedy little things, though their beauty made him wanna give them more and more… How easily distracted could a man get by something so insignificant? If he knew the answer to that question, his flower would have been deadheaded already… Oh well, he’d let this one get away with a bit more before he pruned away their spirit.

Man def aint making nobody cum fr fr, but I love my loser weirdo manz

Also I didn't really proof read so sorry for any mess ups~

[yurinaa-world]

Hi! Could you make an artist reader? Basically a painter who draws his partner or cats, etc?

With the characters Aventurine, Sampo, Moze, Dan Heng (I'm using this with a translator so I don't know if it's spelled correctly...)

2#"𝓓𝓻𝓪𝔀 𝓶𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓱 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓼"

💫𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Aventurine, Sampo, & Moze x Gender-Neutral reader

💫𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: with a reader who's an artist

💫𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff, & Spelling mistakes

💫Dan Heng's part is here: 💫

💫𝒜𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑒 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝓃𝒾𝑜𝓇 𝑀𝒶𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝐼𝒫𝒞 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝐼𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 ����𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉"

“Not bad, not bad at all. You really know what catches my good side.”

It was supposed to be a gift painting of him, your delicate, nimble fingers first sketched it out before picking out colours and finally taking a brush and painting over the canvas sketch with extreme eye for detail.

He always loved to barge in whenever he felt like it, but now it is a very bad moment! He saw it when you were almost finished! Seriously, you wanted to surprise him so badly. You whirl around cheeks already flushed from the intensity of your concentration, now burning hotter with embarrassment. 

"Y-you weren’t supposed to see it yet!" you stammer, instinctively moving to shield the canvas with your arms, though it's far too late. He smirks, leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed. 

"Oh, come on. You can't blame me for being curious. I mean, you’ve been holed up in here for days, looking all suspicious."

He goes silent for a bit, staring at the painting for a while…

He's sort of left completely speechless by you.

“Wow, what detail. How about I put this up in my office.” he grinned, while you completely protested the idea because you weren’t finished 

“No way! It’s not finished.”

💫𝒮𝒶𝓂𝓅𝑜 𝒦𝑜𝓈𝓀𝒾 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇-𝒯𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓊𝑒𝒹 𝒮𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓃"

“I didn’t do anything wrong.” 

He whined and cried till his throat went dry, but even then that wouldn’t stop his extremely annoying cries. All while you listen and skim through your supplies, nit-picking at what you need all while your canvas is stood in front of a Sampo who’s tied to the chair. 

“Dear Sampo just wanted to make some profits, and those paintings have been there for years, I was just doing you a favour!”

You only sigh at his words. You don’t like to sell your painting, especially with a vendor like Sampo of all people. It may have been ancient yet you didn’t want to get rid of it.

the idea that it may be hanging on a wall in some random place, bought by Sampo’s tricks at a higher price, gave you an unpleasant feeling in your mouth. “You are something, you know,” you whispered, taking a palette knife and twirling it around in your fingers. Not for a show of power—even if you’d like Sampo to see it that way—but because it helped your mind stay focused.

At an exaggerated rate, Sampo shrank back while his chair was making a squeaky noise, signifying his discomfort. “I mean, come on, be realistic, let’s think logically about it! I’m only the middleman in the process here, attempting to make your raw talent the new trend!” 

“You’re right, so in turn for your service I decided to give you something to sell as well.” you smile with joy, as you sit down on the chair in front of my canvas, which makes him sweat dearly on what you’re about to do. 

You lean back, tilting your head as if to get a better view of your subject. “You’d make a... striking muse, don’t you think?” Sampo’s cheeks flush a deep red. “Striking? I—I mean, I am a good-looking guy, but—wait a second! What kind of striking are we talking about here?” 

“You're right, someone would like a painting of a guy like you, I wonder in what position though,” you mutter that last part but you know he heard “Your beauty will sell for millions just like you wanted.”

💫𝑀𝑜𝓏𝑒 “𝒮𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌 𝒢𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒳𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝒴𝒶𝑜𝓆𝒾𝓃𝑔”

“Moze.”

One call of his name and he’ll be landing at your feet to see what you need him to do. Appearing behind you, his hands gently landing on your shoulders—still scaring you to death, before whispering “You called” under his breath, yet loud enough for you to hear.

Immediately turning around and clasping your hands with his, along with a giant smile on your face. “Moze! Could you be my subject!”

He (easily) caved and became what you needed him to be most, your subject in your painting. He’s so awkward when posing! You had to personally move him around a couple of times since he’s made all of the poses you put him in awkward somehow.

Which leaves you to have your hand on your chin, staring at him with a precise gaze, that is the same as his, yet, yours was made to find beauty in hopeless things.

 “Hah…how should I pose you.”

Taking his one hand in yours while your other hand goes to his hood, you gently pull it down, revealing his slightly messy hair. “You hide so much behind this,” you say softly, smoothing a few strands away from his face. 

“I think… maybe something natural,” you mumble, tilting your head to examine him from another angle. You guide him to sit on the chair near the window, where the soft light filters through the curtains. “Lean back, like this,” you murmur, adjusting his shoulders to relax against the chair. “And look out the window… like you’re lost in thought.”

Moze does as you say, his hands gripping the edge of the chair a little too tightly. You shake your head with a small laugh and pry his fingers loose, placing one hand on his lap and letting the other dangle over the side of the chair. “There. Try to look more relaxed.”

He’s honestly trying the best he can, his shoulders less tense and face less serious—even though that’s basically all he knows to do. “Thank you.” You smile gently at him before pecking him on the lips as a thank you, before finally starting at your sketch.

He can’t forget your pretty smile. He helped you. He wishes he had his hood on now.

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[the-universal-sun]

mmmore cg fidds w lee please!! >:3 they r so cut e

Sorry this took so long! I hope you're still here to enjoy this! It's a bit angsty, but I think it's pretty fluffy still! I really hope you enjoy this, and that you're safe and warm! Thank you so very much for the request!!!

There is some implied abuse, so TW: implied abuse, so please skip over the small ("Stanley? Pumpkin, what's wrong?) paragraph if that would bother you, but that's the only time it's implied! I hope it's not too much!!!

Please enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! And as always, I'm open to helpful comments and critiques!

Stay safe!

xx

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"Stanley Caryn Pines, just what do you think you're doing?" Fidds' voice spooked a squeaky noise from Stan, who had been sneaking up behind him. It was lunch time and Fidds was taking such a long time and we was soooo hungry, he hadn't eaten since breakfast! So Stan decided to sneak in the kitchen behind Fidds to get something to eat from the plates laid out. How did Fidds hear him?! Stan was being as sneaky as he possibly could be.

"Were you plannin' on spooking me now? You know not to do that when I'm standing over the stove." He scolded, turning around from his stirring to stare at Stan with a stern eye.

"Mm-mm." Stan mumbled, bringing his finger up the bite his knuckle nervously. He didn't want to scare Fidds, even though it's funny to sneak up behind him and shout "Boo!", he knows the rules. Not to do it when Fidds has sharp objects or when he's cooking, because then someone could get hurt. Stan gnaws at his knuckle nervously. Did he scare Fidds? He snuck up behind him, but he didn't shout or try to scare him. Is he in trouble now? Stan doesn't want to be in trouble, 'specially if he didn't mean to break any rules.

"Stanley? Pumpkin, what's wrong? You're rocking." Was he? Stan didn't even notice. He's never gotten in real trouble with Fidds before-he's never broken a rule of theirs before. He's good. Stan doesn't like being in trouble, being in trouble means being yelled at or chased out of town. Or some big ouchies.

"Stanley?"

Would Fidds yell at him like Pa'? He's nothing like Pa', but Stan's also never broke a rule 'afore, so maybe he does yell like him. He chews on his finger harder, his breathing going funny and his head spinny from his rocking.

"Stanley!" Hands, gentle hands, stop Stan's rocking. They bring his face up. It's Fidds' hands, and his face is doing something funny. His eyebrows look all scrunched up. His hands take Stan's finger from his mouth with a soft please stop and just looks at him. The look gives Stan a funny feeling in his stummy, a swooping feeling. "Stanley, Honey Bee, what's wrong. You're so worked up, I-was it-was it me?" Fidds' voice was soft and sad sounding. Stan didn't like it. Fidds being sad. It's not right, it makes his chest tight.

"Mmm-mmm." Stan mumbles again, trying to find his words. His tongue felt thick and hard to move, but he has to speak, to explain to Fidds and make him not sad sounding anymore. "Not-not scare. I-um-I was-was hungry." He looked down and pointed to the plate on the counter, the one with crackers on it. "Wanted to-sneak s-some cwra-crackers." Stan's face feels hot; he hates it when his voice goes soft and baby-like. It's embarrassing.

"You were just sneaking some-well, Stanley, why didn't you ask? I don't you having a snack if you're hungry, you know, don't you?" Did Stan know that? Back at-with Pa' and Ma', he had to wait until lunch or dinner to eat, no snacks were allowed, they always said something about ruining his something-or-other. He started rocking again, against Fidds' hands. Was it not like that every where? "Stanley, I'd never want you to go hungry, you can have a snack whenever you like, just ask and I'll get it for you. Alright?" Fidds' voice sounded quivery. Stan didn't like that.

"Um..." He can't think of what to say. He's not really hungry anymore, his tummy is still doing flips. "M' sorry." What is he sorry for again? Stan doesn't know, he's just used to saying sorry all the time.

"No no, it's alright, Stanley, nothing to apologize for, I'm sorry for scaring you myself." No! Fidds didn't do anything wrong! He didn't know Stan wasn't trying to scare him! Stan shook his head, trying to tell Fiddleford he had nothing to be sorry about.

"Well if I don't have anything to apologize for, then you don't either, Mister." Stan scrunched his nose and giggled when Fidds swiped his hair back and just stared at him. Stan stared back, thinking. Thinking about how weird it was to think about Pa' and Fidds in the same way. Fidds is nothing like Pa'; Fidds is his-his Papa. He's so good to Stan, when he's acting like an adult and when his head gets all fuzzy sometimes-like it is now. Fidds cares about him a lot, and Stan cares about him so very much. He never wants Fidds to go. He loves him

Fiddleford chuckled as Stan threw his arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. "All's forgiven, alright? Alright." He squeezed Stan back just as tightly and breathed in his scent. He had no idea what just went on in his head, but he'd never complain about a hug. 'Specially not from his Little Captain over here.

Stan and Fidds stand there like that for minutes, just hugging and softly rocking in the kitchen. Stan's content, he's basked in Fidds' presence. And he'd do that all day if his tummy hadn't rumbled. Maybe he was still hungry. He blushed and looked down, his hand rose to his mouth to be gnawed on before Fidds grabbed it and pulled him to the table. He pulled the chair out and pushed it back in when Stan sat and brought over his special (sippy) cup full of lemonade.

"Lunch is almost ready, but here," He set down the plate of crackers in front of Stan, "these can tide you over in the mean time." Stan looked between Fidds and the crackers and few times before he slowly grabbed one off the plate and started nibbling on it. He's still worried he'd get in trouble, but Fidds just ruffled his hair before going back to the stove to finish lunch. Stan sat there and slowly ate his crackers, his tummy not feeling swoopy anymore.

Stan felt warm.

[notlunaaa]

Ok, so, idea: Alastor about to say something that might’ve been acceptable in 1920 but definitely not now and either Husk or Lucifer does that ‘shut up shut up’ elbow to the ribs and Alastor makes a sound somewhere between a screech of radio feedback and a short squeaky laugh

only work on this if you want, no pressure, but I’ve been thinking about this for a while now and am in a bit of a doubtful ditch about my writing

Dirty Mouth

Lee:Alastor

Ler: Lucifer

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‘Trust me guys this is gonna be SO much fun.’ Charlie squealed, bringing out a pack of UNO cards and laying them down on the table.  She sat down next Vaggie and excitedly held her hand. 

‘This is a PERFECT game for game night so everyone has to participate.  I’m so happy you could join us as well Dad! She gave her father a small wave and he reciprocated with the same motion. 

This game of UNO had been slightly tweaked to be more aligned with Charlie’s ‘Friendship Exercises. ‘ Every. +2 +4 and skip meant that the person on the receiving end had to answer any question about themselves asked from the others. 

‘Not to brag but you assholes are going down!’ Angel chimed in, downing a shot and picking his cards up. 

‘Don’t get cocky now, it’ll be embarrassing when you lose.’ Husk scoffed back, with a swig of whiskey and a smirk. Angel flipped him off and turned his eyes back to his own cards. ‘We’ll see kittycat.’ 

The Game had actually been quite fun, sparking rivalry between the group, and creating excitement and suspense. ‘Oh fuck you!’ Lucifer growled out, picking up four cards and adding them to his deck while frowning. ‘My apologies, not everyone has a talent for card games.’ Alastor replied smugly, chuckling as he watched the King of Hell draw cards. ‘Fuck you.’ He spat back. 

 Throughout all the chaos Alastor was still able to keep a level head, his smile never wavering or changing, Despite  his growing tensions with Charlie’s father. That was because he was almost certain he was going to win. He had 2 wild cards left and everyone was so focused on everyone else that he would go undetected until his victory. That was until.. 

‘Pick up 4 bastard.’ Charlie snickered, looking Alastor in the eyes as she laid the card on the table. 

The radio demon heaved with a heavy sigh, his eyebrows furrowed and he was almost shaking as he begrudgingly picked up his cards. ‘Women….’ he whispered under his breath.

‘Huh!? What was that you fuck?’ Vaggie hissed. 

Alastor clocked his head towards the fallen Angel, prepared to say something else. Lucifer, realising Alastor was about to say something wildly inappropriate and to HIS daughter quickly steeped in ‘I  said -‘ 

He quickly jabbed the deer demon in the ribs.   

!!

Alastor jolted like he’d been electrocuted, then a loud ear piercing sound rang through the hotel, shaking it to its core. It was mix between horrible mic feedback and a group of high school girls squealing at the top of their lungs. Everyone was quick to cover their ears, afraid to go deaf by the noise. They then turned to Alastor, the same expression across all their faces 

What the FUCK was that? 

But before anyone could comment on it, Alastor got up and disappeared into the shadows. An ominous muffled voice ran through the room. 

‘If I hear as much as even a whisper about this I will set this hotel on fire and watch as you all horrifically burn with it.’ 

hope you enjoyed!💞

[writer12]

I really, really, really, really just wanted jax (TADC) smut plss

Well, it will be difficult, but I will try to cope. Thank you for writing your request and happy reading!

It has been officially proven that the characters do not have genitals, and the Amazing Digital Circus looks like a place where adult things are not possible at all.

But let’s assume that they have genitals and can do adult things, but only in their personal rooms.

I believe that Jax doesn’t care about gender, he can do this with guys, girls, and non-binary people.

Considering his height, I think his penis is a little above average in length and thin.

From his appearance in Digital Circus, I assume he has some rabbit-like habits. He can do this like a rabbit for a couple of days, but still he is still with a human consciousness and tries to control his urges so that his partner does not become overtired and so that others do not have unnecessary questions.

Definitely is a big tease and would tease you even in public. He doesn't care how others react, he just finds it funny to watch you get embarrassed. “Why did you bow, sweetie? Are you feeling bad?” He would say, teasing you with a mischievous smile.

If you could bring 'adult things' into the Digital Circus, he would keep a whole box of such goodies and try half of them on you, if not all.

There's also a minor headcacon, but I think he'd be smoking weed and trying to get you hooked on it.

His favorite positions would probably be missionary (watching your facial expressions and teasing you), mating press (due to its pseudo-bunny features) and against the wall (this stems from his love for an additional audience and because you will be more embarrassed)

Even though he likes to do it in open places, he is very possessive and definitely didn't want to have a threesome.

Little headcanon. When he comes inside you and gets overstimulated, he may make a few rabbit squeaky noises. But don't mention it, he will be ashamed.

(Yes, I've been gone for a long time. But hey, I'm back and ready to write and draw for you all! Stay tuned for updates soon!)

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hiiii could you maybe do some TADC with a stress toy like reader? like a squeaky toy almost, who doesn't mind and actually kinda enjoys being squeezed cuz it's like a tight hug? If not the whole cast maybe just Gangle, Pomni, n Zooble pls I just really like your hcs

Gangle, Pomni, and Zooble with a stress/squeaky toy reader!

EHEHEHEH i made a mocha Frappuccino today its very yummy suck it starbucks you suck as a company and make mid as shit coffee anyways i hope you enjoy this anon!

POMNI:

honestly i can kind of see pomni making squeaky noises when she gets crushed or squeezed or otherwise squished. to imagine you guys just hugging one another and just. you both make a squeaking sound LMAO. anyways i think pomni subconsciously squishes you, like doesnt fully realize shes doing it.. kind of gets a little embarrassed when you bring it up to her in a teasing tone.. please reassure her you dont actually mind and she can go right ahead with clinging onto you... probably more likely to squeeze you more after another day of trying to find an exit (and obviously not finding one)

ZOOBLE:

honestly i dont think they would use the fact that youre like a toy for the most part. zooble doesnt strike me as the type to like physical affection all that much, actually i dont think they like touch in general.. maybe thats just me projecting me aversions onto them but you know. srhugs. but every now and then you guys DO hug and cuddle.. probably jumps a little when they squeeze you a little too hard and earn a soft squeak from you.. probably ask if you made the sound with your mouth or something. cue them learning something new about you, unless they saw you make the sound after like. getting crushed during an IHA/j

GANGLE:

shes not strong enough to make you squeak/j ...though now that i think about it; does gangle have the same strength as she did when she was in her real body? or is she limited by her ribbons + some pity strength so she can actually support herself and her mask.. makes me wonder about the physics and rules of the digital world.. but thats off topic. i think that she would give you full body hugs, oddly very stressed (gee i wonder why, definitely not because of some rabbit/s)... its nice having someone around to let her vent her stuff out, usually hangs around you during free time and IHAs.. very nice, me thinks... building off of the possibility of her not being able to make you squeak i think it would be funny and sweet if you made the noise with your mouth (badly intimidating it, obviously).. its the thought that counts you know?

[agerefandomstuff]

regressor billy butcher!!

Maybe him being more on the younger side if you're comfortable with That!

Regressor!Billy Butcher Headcannons!

—Not a “traditional regressor” (whatever that means)

—obviously had a lot of trauma as a kid plus he’s constantly tense now as he works which makes it very difficult for him to relax into a regressed headspace so it tends to be more daydreaming than dropping. 

-he’ll watch old cartoons from his childhood that he and his brother weren’t ever allowed to watch. He specifically likes the ones he knew Lenyy used to like. It makes him feel like they’re watching it together and sticking it to their old man. 

-starts to get an itch to have something in his mouth when he’s bordering headspace so he smokes more, chews on pens and his nails, his necklaces find their way into his mouth and so does the tip of his thumb when he’s really distracted. But pacifiers are out of the question no matter how little he gets. 

-Hughie is the only one who tends to notice when he’s doing this behavior or at least he’s the only one that points it out (to Butcher’s dismay and the others discomfort.) They've worked with Butcher long enough to know not to point out personal habits like that. There’s an unspoken social rule there that Hughie doesn’t get. But Butcher doesn’t get as angry with him about it as he does anyone else buuuut he still doesn’t tend to give him any sort of true answer. Hughie knows too many of his “weaknesses” already.

—Hughie once made a joke about getting him a pacifier and he bit through a pen while giving him a dirty look. -What is that baby’s teeth made of?

-Beka used to have a magic touch that could melt him instantly into a regressed headspace. She thought it would help the trauma she knew he still held. She could give him a simple look or say just the right words in that beautiful voice and he would do anything for her. It didn’t feel wrong or embarrassing when she was involved. It was just comforting. 

-that’s another thing that makes it difficult for him now. Part of him desperately craves to drop. to seek out Beka’s comfort again, lay in her lap while her fingers brush through hair, completely at ease for once in his miserable old life. But his bigger, bitter side always pops that bubble of hope. Reminding himself that she’s gone and not coming back. He can’t get himself lost in daydreams for too long or it might somehow affect his big picture plans. 

Sweeter less traumatic headcanons;

—he takes really long baths as a way to treat/pamper himself. With but not limited to: bubbles, lots of rubber ducks, other miscellaneous bath toys he got for cheap at a dollar general, more bubbles, bath salts (to relax his muscles. Not to get high. This time.) and of course Terror laying on the bath mat nearby. 

—His favorite rubber duck is one that’s holding up a middle finger.

—He names all of his rubber ducks.

—he loves to play with Terror while in a younger headspace. It’s way too fun to rile the old bullie up and the squeaky dog toys are fun to make constant noise with. 

—his wardrobe gets even more ridiculous (I love that man’s silly vacation-dad style button ups don't get it twisted.) he’ll be much more inclined to wear “ugly” sweaters. Things with dinosaur knit patterns, frogs, mushrooms, palm trees and flowers, honestly anything. If it’s comfortable and makes the Boys cringe it’s perfect. M.M. is still somehow shocked that he will—without fail—wear a different ugly Christmas sweater nearly everyday of December that they see him. 

(And yes. He does get Terror at least one Christmas sweater that matches one of his.)

—Puppy regressor in the way he growls at you

[euijoosorangeslice]

gamer!bf!taki playing games sitting in his gaming chair when u need him and ride him while hes on mic and tries to be quiet so his friends wont know 😵‍💫 plzzz make a fic out of this i cant write for shit 🥹

Temptation - r.ty x reader

wrngs: public sex? (on call), riding, public humiliation, creampies, pet names.

You knocked on your boyfriend’s door, waiting for him to answer. He opened it, looking oddly nervous. “Hey baby. Uh, I forgot i promised to game with Yuma and Jo today, so just let me know if you need me, okay?” He explained, a small smile on his face.

“Okay, baby.” You whispered, sitting on his bed and playing on your phone. You opened every app, trying to find something to distract you. But there was nothing much really going on. You dramatically sighed, slumping your shoulders. Crawling off the bed, you leaned over and kissed your boyfriend on his neck.

“Taki…I’m bored.” You whispered, trying to avoid his friends hearing. “And I need you.” Taki inhaled sharply, continuing to play on his computer. “Just a moment, sweetheart.” He responded, refocusing on the game. You whined, pressing your hand onto his crotch. “Right now.” You watched his face burn red as you pulled down his sweatpants. In your defense, he did promise you two would hook up today.

You hadn’t felt your boyfriend’s touch in a long while, since you were studying abroad in college. Since you were back now, you wanted to spend your time with him.

“Babe, I’m in the middle of something.” You ignored him, pulling off your underwear from under your skirt and throwing them on the bed. You pushed down your tank top, letting your boobs sit outside of them for easier access. You could hear the boys shouting through the headphones, and when you saw the game was ending, you pulled his cock out of his boxers and sunk down. Taki gasped, taking his hands off the keyboard as he tossed his head back. The feeling of your hole swallowing his cock whole was enough to make him pass out.

“Yo, Taki are you good for another round?” Yuma asked, making you smirk. “Say yes.” You whispered, Taki wincing. “Y-yeah?” He answered, voice pitching up as you started to ride him. “Okay, let’s go!” Yuma shouted, starting up the game. You covered Taki’s mouth with your hand, circling your hips and pushing him deeper in. “You really like this, hm?” You whispered, Taki whining as he gripped the chair.

Taki moaned, twitching and shutting his eyes. You removed your hand, leaning against his set up and feeling as he bucked his hips up. “Damn it, we’re too loud.” He whispered, grinding into your heat and holding your waist. He had already forgotten about the game he was supposed to be playing, too focused on moaning as your walls gripped his shaft. “Taki, focus.” Jo groaned, Taki flinching. “Sorry.” He mumbled, grabbing onto your waist harder.

You bounced harder onto his cock, the chair you were sitting in making a squeaky noise with every contact. “Fuck, Taki! Give it to me!” You moaned loudly, making him whine in embarrassment. “Dude, are you screwing your girlfriend?” Yuma laughed, Jo quietly snickering. “I- uhm…fuck baby, yeah? Sorry.” Taki answered, reaching past your hips to refocus on the game. “Sound more like she’s fucking you.” Jo teased, making you giggle in between bounces.

“Shut up. I f-fuck her perfectly, for your information.” He defended, scoffing in annoyance. “And actually, I want you to hear it right now.” Taki stood up from his chair, bending you face down over his gaming desk. “To be honest, she’s dripping all over my floor right now. I think she likes the idea of you hearing her.”

You wiggled your hips in the air, enticing him to get inside back of you. He swiftly slid into your hole, still loose from your activities just a moment ago. The noise of you sucking him in was loud enough for his microphone to pick it up. “Damn, she really is wet.” Yuma chimed, his voice in a lower register than usual.

“She’s a screamer, watch.” He rammed his hips into you, grabbing your waist with sharp thrusts. “Taki! Shit- you’re so fucking big.” You cried, arching your back as he repeatedly slammed into you. You met his thrusts, moaning with every contact as he grunted behind you.

“Fuck- ‘m g-gonna cum!” You whined, writhing in pleasure as he toyed with your clit. It didn’t take long for you to shake from pleasure as your orgasm waved over your body, making you let out a series of screams. He slowed his thrusts, burying himself deep inside of you as he came. “Gonna breed you so good.” he whispered in your ear, smiling as he marked your neck.

For a moment, the room was filled with pants and the sounds of the games background music. “You guys are real freaks.” Jo complained, hanging up on the call. Taki chuckled, pulling out of you slowly as he watched the cum drip from in between your thighs. Yuma cleared his throat, chiming in again. “You guys need a third?”

[sungminxxx]

⭐ :: Sung Hanbin lee/ler Headcanons

Lee:

✪ - He is pretty darn ticklish yall, let me tell you..

✪ - I honestly see him as a switch. Either 50/50 or 70% lee and 30% ler.

✪ - Right away, I imagine his death spots to be his sides and neck.

✪ - He'll try not to giggle at first, but after just maybe 2 minutes or holding in his laughter, he'll start letting majestic giggles flow out of his mouth.

✪ - His smile and laugh are very adorable and charming, as one would say.

✪ - He gets squirmy, but he won't get as violent as his other members would when it comes to it.

✪ - He'll try to cover any spot you target with either his hands or anything that he could quickly grab.

✪ - I can definitely see him trying to tickle you back, but fail miserably.

✪ - His laughter would be mixture of little giggles, loud hysterical laughter, and squeaky laughter.

✪ - His laughter is 100% contagious.

✪ - He would say things like; "n-noT there! P-plEHEASE-" if you manage to find a good spot.

✪ - Throughout your tickle attack, he'll give up trying to fight back and just accept his fate.

✪ - I can see him asking for tickles every now and then.. but most of the time he is way too embarrassed and shy to mention it.

Ler:

✪ - He will ALWAYS tickle you back as revenge.

✪ - He is a playful ler for sure, but depending on how bad his ler mood is.. he'll either give you mercy, or none at all.

✪ - Besides being rough at times, he is always making sure he's being gentle enough so he doesn't hurt you.

✪ - I can see him purposely tracing your death spot just to drive you crazy. Like... drawing little patterns softly on that spot just to make you scream from the ticklishness.

✪ - I can see him also giving you pokes and very small kneads in between traces on your death spot also.

✪ - If you are not able to say the word, dont tell him that. He'll technically make you beg for tickles with the word highlighted.

✪ - "What? Whats wrong? I'm not too sure why youre laughing? Does it feel weird?"

✪ - He'll act like he has no idea whats making you laugh... ESPECIALLY if he gets to your death spot.

✪ - Just like you'd find his smile contagious, he would find yours also. He'll giggle along with you as he tickles you and even make silly little noises just to be funny.

✪ - If you were to snort while he was tickling you, prepare for endless cooing.

✪ - "Oh. My. God. What was that? That was so cute? How could you didnt tell me you turn into a little piggy when being tickled?! This is the cutest thing since puppies!!!!"

✪ - After care means a lot to him and it's something he looks forward to the most after a tickle session goes on.

✪ - He'll pet your head and give you endless amounts of cuddles until you fall asleep. Once he knows you're okay and sound asleep, he'll even sleep with you. <3

[rreskk]

Before the storm

CHAPTER 3: Making amends. 

Summary: Phoning Trevor to apologise, it took turns from arguments to... Questionable conversations.

Part 2--> HERE ‘Hate to love, love to hate’--> HERE

It took courage to dial down his number. You’ve been home for a few hours now and decided you didn’t want to bring Michael into this situation. If you wanted answers, you were going to speak to him instead, no one else.

“Hello?”

You jumped at how fast he picked up his phone. Normally he’d take a good minute or two but it seems as though he already had his phone nearby.

“Hello?” Trevor repeated impatiently.

You were going to say something but he insisted a less respectful manner.

“Fuckin’ speak, I’m in the middle of something!- Fuuuckkkk! I love you!”

The demand was interrupted by some… Questionable background noises. After Trevor’s unusual greetings, a feminine whisper could be heard moaning and whispering his name. It synced as the rapid slapping echoes would shake her exotic voice. You grew sick to your stomach. Why the hell did he answer mid sex? And did he answer while experiencing an orgasm?

Trevor chuckled, “Shhh, baby, I’m on a call.” He spoke to the lady he’s with.

You took a deep breath and cracked your neck to regain your confidence. Although it is disturbing to hear him fuck someone from over the phone, you didn’t want to give in to his savageness.

“Yeah, it’s me. [Y/n].”

The slapping noise from before came to a full stop. The lady began complaining as she was ‘close’ but Trevor excused her with the dismiss of his words. You couldn’t believe you did that. Hanging up was the most easiest option but you had to make it harder for yourself. Why? God knows…

“[Y/n].” He repeated.

“I wanted to apologise,” You hesitantly spoke, “I was harsh on you. I didn’t mean to be.”

Trevor shifted on the squeaky bed as you could hear the duvet rustle and turn. He returned back to the dial and huffed.

“You called at the wrong time, interrupting my fuck sesh.”

Fuck sesh? Cliché.

“Why did you even answer the phone?” You scoffed; giving the conclusion that there is no more nice guy.

He defensively laughed, “Why did you call?”

“I didn’t know you were having sex, did I?”

“I know you heard her. You did a pathetic gasp.”

You did? You hadn’t of realised. Growing red to the cheeks, you were tempted to hang up and never face him again. The amount of embarrassing memories you have with this guy already, and you’ve only met him a week ago.

“Why didn’t you drop the phone, huh?” Trevor mocked.

“Fuck you, Trevor. You answer the damn phone while humping a random woman and you blame me? I would of hung up but I was too busy wondering how full of shit you are. Confessing your devotion to me less than 5 hours ago and you are already filling your unwanted germs onto a poor lady? Shame on you. I came to apologise and you clearly did not take it as personally as I thought you did.”

The only thing that could be heard through the silence was both of your breaths. His thoughts were wilding as he’d stutter throughout your ranting, considering you never gave him the chance to speak up. Now he had freedom, he had loss of words. It satisfied you.

Your hand edged the phone away and it was inches from the telephone box until he cried out, almost predicting your current intentions.

“Wait,” Trevor uttered, “Come back, I know you are still there.”

Irritatingly following his orders, you demanded him to speak.

“We didn’t get off to a good start. I didn’t expect you to be some… Aspiring female domineer with a whip and kinky ambition to degrade men. Why don’t we make amends and forget this never happened, hm?”

Was this a joke? He is insulting you, once again, during his apparent ‘apology’. It felt more like a game than a ‘friend’ship. He was making it a game. He wants to see the full you, anger and all. You could hear his mind from the phone.

“Is that it?” You concluded with hasty spite.

Trevor laughed obnoxiously, “What the fuck did you want me to say? Yes, mommy? I’m so sorry, ma’am. Oh! Fuck me harder, mother!”

“Bye Trevor.”

“I was joking!” Cried the man, “I was only joking.”

“I’m not playing around. I want an apology. Or explanation!”

“To what?” He sighed.

“To what?” You made a humiliating impression of his voice. From the lack of activity, he was not impressed.

“I just wanna understand your thought process,” You explained to excuse his confusion, “Were you being serious about the whole ‘I’m in love’ thing, or was that a joke as well?”

Trevor pondered out loud, “You told me to think about it. I still am.”

“What does that mean?” You asked.

He wailed, “Waaa! What’s with all these questions? I dunno if I was serious or not!”

Fiddling with the cord again, you crossed your eyebrows.

“I don’t think you did. I made my mind up when I witnessed your lovely little ‘fuck sesh’.”

“I was doing that to clear my head,” Trevor belittled, “Why do you care anyway? You said you weren’t interested in me.”

“I’m interested in just being friends. I can’t look at you the same without having an explanation.” You weren’t sure yourself why, you just had to make a quick excuse.

He giggled, “My sex life should not concern our friendship, girlfriend.”

“Fucks sake. Trevor! Just don’t make me feel guilty for rejecting you! Simple!”

“Stop changing the subject so much, sugar,” Trevor mingled, “You want a reason, I’ll give you one. I think you are kinda pretty. You also complimented my hobbies and didn’t judge me for being a bit… Weird. I don’t get much of that. Michael nor Brad takes me seriously but I felt like you did, and I appreciated that.”

Maybe you were taking his issues too personally. You sighed and came to the conclusion that you were interrogating his business for nothing. You had no reason to care? Why were you even calling him? You should of completely left it after the coffee ‘date’.

“I’m sorry, Trevor. I’ll hang up now.” You announced.

“Why? I got nothing to do. I assume you have nothing to do either. Why can’t we just talk for a few more minutes. I like talking to you.”

You felt yourself blush furiously now.

“I invaded your personal business too much.” You’d admit to him.

Trevor chuckled, “Yeah? I don’t care. Wait, hey!” He randomly came up with a good idea, “Let me ask you questions now! That will make us even, yeah?”

“Questions? What?-“

“Remember when we first met? You mentioned being single and childless. I wanna know your plans for the future. What do you wanna do?” He curiously wondered out loud.

You’re expecting this to turn into a deep dive into your sexual experiences… Knowing him.

“I want to learn business overbroad and make my own marketing company,” You detailed, “I want to go to England, maybe… They have good schools in London.”

Trevor hummed, “I knew you’d be a business lady. You have the will power and discipline to be one. Why don’t you jump ahead and make one right now? Remember education takes years to finish. I’d use my time effectively.”

His advice was oddly good. It sounds as though he also has the same ambitions. That raised your next question.

“You seem to know a bit of the business industry. What do you want to do?”

As the conversation grew more indulged, you fully lifted the telephone box and approached your sofa, slumping while leaning the item between your ear and shoulder.

“Ehh,” He chuckled, “I’d like to be a CEO of some kind. If it had to be any industry, probably drugs. I’ve already got a bad record and I can’t even get a job at the job centre.” Trevor ended his sentence with a short laugh.

What else did you expect? It does suit him though, and apparently the money on the that field is gold rich! He’d do well… But it would be morally wrong to convince him. Troubling for another question, you felt footsteps and then a thump from the other line.

“Where are you?” You’d chuckle.

Trevor’s voice came out loud and clear.

“I was still at the prostitutes house. I had to get my things ‘cos her husband was coming back from work. I just escaped through the window… Lost my clothes though.”

“Oh, you were at her house?” Shock increased your blood pressure, “I thought you told her to go home? And that is her own house?”

Trevor laughed, “I was in the bathroom, silly. She was finishing herself off.”

Disgusted, you gagged imaginatively. A ladies worst nightmare would be sex finishing before you’d climax. The self-pleasure after is humbling and depressing.

“Not cool. You should of… Carried on?” You suggested.

“Ohhh, look at you, Mrs Sex therapist! I had better shit to do. Her husband is a himbo anyway. We got into a car chase and he threatened to fuck my lovely mother. So I fucked his wife. No one should ever disrespect mothers like that…”

Pondering, you squinted your eyes, “Was she a mother?”

Trevor’s shameful silence made you hold in a monster laugh.

“Maybe… Who cares though! I don’t. I’m a naked man walking around the streets of Ludendorff.”

You light-heartedly giggled at his sarcasm.

He smiled to himself, “I suppose from that laugh… We are still friends?”

“Of course, Trevor,” You’d propose before smirking. “Though you should really focus on getting home.”

“Blah blah blah! Boring stuff. You haven’t lived life until you’ve climbed out of a bathroom room naked.”

“Your assumption is I haven’t?”

“No.” Trevor breathed.

You made a fake buzzing sound, “You are false! Kind sir, I have.”

You could hear him bust out laughing. It was not a pestering laugh, it was more wholesome and full.

“You kiddin’?” He implored.

“I wouldn’t lie!” Justifying your words, “I have done it before! Ages ago. New years day, my ex’s house, his whole family was there.”

“Ahhh! You naughty girl! I knew you had a fun side. Why haven’t I met you years back? I’d marry you on the spot!” Trevor yearned with admiration.

Your lower stomach tangled up into a mess of butterflies and barbed wire. You gulped as you couldn’t escape nor deny your attractiveness to the freak. He, without lying, is the funniest guy you’ve ever met. You just won’t admit it. It might boost his ego.

“No but seriously, get home safe, alright?”

You could hear him grin enthusiastically.

“Naked and alone, that is safe enough-“ A car could be heard beeping and passing by with great strength as you could only hear the tires friction against the ground. “FUCKIN’ HELL!” Trevor plodded.

You rolled your eyes, “Ah yes, safe and sound.”

“Yeah, yeah… Hey, I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow at your house.”

“What?-”

“AU REVIOR, MI AMOUR!”

He hung up and you were left assertively confused. What the fuck? Does he even know where you live? Returning the telephone back to it’s box, you glanced at the time to see it’s barely touching midnight. You started calling Trevor just after 9. It has been over 2 whole hours? It felt like 5 minutes…

It was lucky you had a day off tomorrow- or maybe Trevor knew that. The only person who has a rough idea for your schedule would be Michael as he’d come by for coffee most days. Unless Trevor had persuaded (forced) Mike to transfer details, you’d only imagine he would stalk you through daylight and moonlight. Sounds like him… Yet if you did see him ponder around aimlessly at night, you’d feel more tempted than ever before. That phonecall had transformed your minor interest into a blossoming- unwanted- crush… A crush on the man who answered the phone when climaxing and happily wondering around the streets, right now, naked and most likely proud.

“I think I need to be psychologically evaluated.” You mutter when slamming your bedroom door shut; dreaming of what tomorrow will bring.

[unhingedexperimenter]

Dr.Two-Brains kept pacing back and forth. He hadn't felt this nervous about anything in quite a while. He was, of course, excited to see Henry again. Though the text had made him feel anxious. What was Henry expecting from this? Was he ready for something more intimate yet? What if he disappointed Henry if he wanted to take things slower? "Enough, stupid man." Squeaky was already annoyed by the villains' antics. "You're making Squeaky dizzy from pacing! Stop it!" The mouse brain chastised him. Dr.Two-Brains grumbled something under his breath. Which didn't please the mouse brain attached to his skull. In retaliation, Squeaky caused sudden white hot searing pain in Dr.Two-Brains head. "Okay! Okay! I'm sorry! Squeaky, please have mercy! I take it back!" It was so easy for Squeaky to make the villain bend to his will at times. The pain was excruciating enough to make Dr.Two-Brains obey him. When his influence wasn't enough. "Stupid man better be sorry for insulting Squeaky." The mad scientist let out a content sigh once he had been relieved from the pain. "My gouda that was painful. No more pacing. I've got to get ready, though. He's expecting me soon." Dr.Two-Brains decided to put on a more casual outfit. One that he stored in the warehouse just in case. It was a sweater vest from before his time as Dr.Two-Brains. A nice tan pants and a brown coat to go with it. Once he dressed up, the mad scientist took a look at himself in the bathroom mirror. "I hope he likes this." He heard Squeaky scoff in an annoyed manner but made no comment. The mad scientist drove to the location where he was supposed to meet Henry. He was overjoyed to see that the teacher was already there. Waiting for him patiently. His stomach did a few flips when Henry noticed him and gave an excited wave at him. "Dr.Two-Brains!" Henry called out excitedly to him. The mad scientist felt the nervousness melt away. It was soon replaced by happiness. What was he worried about? Dr.Two-Brains knew that the other wouldn't rush him into anything he wouldn't want. Just like he wouldn't rush Henry into anything he wouldn't want. He would be understanding that Dr.Two-Brains would want to wait until they both were ready. "Did I make you wait long?" The villain rushed over in a hurry. "Oh, no. Not that long, actually. I just ordered you a drink. I'm going to go back inside to get it for you. I hope you don't mind that I ordered the same thing as last time." There was a fondness in Henry's expression when recalling their first date. “I don't mind that at all, sweetheart.” Henry felt his face go extremely warm at the pet name. This man knew just how to play his heartstrings. If only damn Hyde didn't send that embarrassing text message. He was glad that Dr.Two-Brains didn't respond negatively to it. Though it would be hard to explain why he seemed so different when texting at times. Some of those times it wasn't him. Hyde just enjoyed messing with him. Henry quickly made his way inside the cafe and disappeared for a few minutes. He came back out with the drinks in a tray in one hand and a bag filled with cheesy treats for Dr.Two-Brains. “I saw these. They're new on the menu. They made me think of you.” The teacher handed over the bag. The mad scientist felt his heart melt at the sweet gesture. “Thank you, it smells delicious.” The villain stared at Henry for a moment. Noticing that something was off about his new boyfriend. “Are you wearing hair gel?” Henry blushed in embarrassment at that. “Oh, yeah. Amber got into hair gel and got it all over my hair. I'm sorry, this was the best I could do to wash it off so quickly.” Dr.Two-Brains smiled warmly at him. “You look fine, though. Well, more than fine.” Henry could hear Hyde making gagging noises at the interaction between the two. Henry ignored Hyde. “Thank you. It's so good to see you. Even though we just saw each other not too long ago.” He remembered their little morning kiss very happily. “I missed you too, bright eyes.” They gazed at each other tenderly. They were enjoying each other's company immensely.

@thecountoflondonfansite

(You can tag me on my tgs side blog. I also apologize but I know a few Scottish words. So to anyone reading this I apologize for the inaccuracy.) Becky Boxleitner noticed a change in the atmosphere as she and her pet monkey Bob walked into the sixth grade classroom. All of the students were excitedly chatting with one another. Becky and Bob exchanged confused looks at the scene. 'What is going on?' They both thought. Becky walked to where her friends Violet Heaslip, Rose Franklin, and Todd Scoops Ming were sitting, also joining in the excited yet low volume chattering. "Hey guys what's going on?" Becky asked her friends. They each turned their heads to greet their friend. "Hey Becky guess what, we're getting a new teacher for our class!" Scoops exclaimed. Becky looked surprised at the announcement. Bob also mimicked her facial expression. "Wait really? What happened to Miss Davis?" Becky asked, wondering what happened to their old teacher. It was just a week only into the new school year so a sudden teacher exchange was a complete shock to Becky especially since there were no announcements about it beforehand. "Miss Davis had to move back home because of a family emergency." Rose Franklin answered. "The principal had to scramble to find a new teacher to fill in for our class. It was all last minute stuff." Becky nodded in understanding of her friends' answers. It was a nice perk to be friends who were upcoming reporters. Soon the final bell rang which indicated for every student to take their seats. Becky took her place beside her best friend Violet and Bob plopped down next to her. Soon a man who looked to be in his mid 30s walked in and towards the desk. He had curly brown air, an arched nose, and reddish brown eyes. He wore a tan button-down shirt with a red vest as well as brown slacks and dark suede shoes. The man gave a pleasant and warm smile to all the students there. "Hello my name is Dr. Henry Jekyll and I will be your teacher for the school year." Becky and the other kids ears perked up as they took note of the man's accent. Even Tobey became slightly interested in his new teacher. None of them were sure where their new teacher was from. Dr. Jekyll gave a light chuckle as if he could sense their growing curiosity about him. He lightly clapped his hands together to gain their undivided attention and focus. "Well since this is my first time teaching here, why don't we all play a little game so we can all get better acquainted with each other. Here's what to do. One at a time, say your name and share a wee bit about yourself. Likes, family, interests and all that. I'll go first to show ya what ah mean. Again. My name is Dr. Henry Jekyll. I was born in Glasgow but ah moved to London where I attended university. I have a five year old wee lassie or daughter named Amber. I enjoy chemistry and reading on occasions. Now who would like to go next?" @unhingedexperimenter

Of course Tobey had taken the opportunity to place attention on himself and to have a reason to boast about himself. “My name is Tobey McCallister the third and I will be the most intelligent student you'll meet here.” The others had rolled their eyes, used to this kind of behavior from their peers. Becky seemed to be the most annoyed by it. Having been forced to put up with his destructive tantrums in the past. Henry smiled just as warmly as before. Unbothered by the obnoxious behavior that the boy had been displaying. Tobey had been going on about himself for a good few minutes before the teacher finally spoke up. “Ahem, yes. Thank you for that Mr. McCallister. Would anyone else like to tell me a bit about themselves as well?” No one could tell that behind the facade, Dr. Henry Jekyll was becoming more irritated by the moment. Not by the child but by the pest that refused to leave him be. Scoffing within his head at what they just heard. He didn't share the disembodied voice's opinion but wanted to give the other children a chance to introduce themselves as well. To the others' shock, Tobey seemed to have taken this well. Quickly going back to his desk with no issues. Becky was relieved at that. Soon the other children had started to introduce themselves to their new teacher with little to no issues. He seemed genuinely nice enough to her. This new teacher didn't seem like most of the adults within this city. Some she had to define words repeatedly for. Dr. Jekyll knew what he was teaching and knew his vocabulary. It was Violet who had brought Becky out from her own thoughts, calling her name. Waving a hand in front of her face. “Becky?” The girl smiled in an embarrassed manner. “Huh? Yes?” Violet smiled, patient with her best friend. “Why don't you introduce yourself now? Nearly everybody else already did.” She had given a surprised expression. Becky hadn't realized that she was so lost within her thoughts until then. She stood up and began speaking. “My name is Becky Boxleitner and I also like libraries,reading and Pretty Princess.” The presence that was grating at the teacher's nerves had deemed this too dull to enjoy. Leaving Dr. Jekyll be to his teaching. Well, getting to know his students. He was happy to see that they were engaged in these activities that were meant to break the ice. Though one student in particular had caught his attention the most. Becky. While she did seem rather bright, there was something strange about her behavior at times. Pausing whatever she was doing at the time to listen in on something. Thinking it went unnoticed. Even once looking alarmed and she made an excuse to go to the bathroom. He had allowed it. Feeling that it would've been better to have let her. It seemed…oddly familiar. As if he had seen that behavior somewhere before but couldn't figure out exactly where from. When the school day was finally over, Becky had gone to go home like the others. Dr. Jekyll had of course stayed behind to set more things up within his new classroom. Making a plan on exactly what he'll actually start teaching the next day. Though, the grating voice had returned to be a thorn in his side. “Come on. Leave this boring stuff alone. Leave it until tomorrow. I've been pent up for far too long. Let's have some fun.” This had earned an eye roll and a loud huff from the teacher. “No, I've got to get this done now. You will have enough time tonight. Just be patient until then.” A shadowy figure formed in front of Dr. Jekyll. A frown on its face. “But this is so extremely dull. I want to stretch my legs. I want to make myself known already.” Dr. Jekyll glared. “And that is precisely why I'm so hesitant to let you out so soon. At least let us get acclimated to our surroundings first.” The figure let out an annoyed groan. “You know you want this as much as I do. Otherwise you'd never have any actual fun in the sad and pathetic life you call yours.”

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[ushiko]

squeaky shoes | kagami taiga

kagami taiga x fem! reader

synopsis: kuroko's other best friend visits one game and hates the sound of squeaky shoes, except for one player's shoes : kagami taiga

words: 3.8k [my longest fic ever!]

a/n: umm, did not mean to make this so long but it like one of the most fav things I have ever written so I hope you guys enjoy it!

The sound of basketball shoes is so annoying.

The loud squeaky noise they make pierce my ears and make my brain go haywire.

But I am here for a reason! To watch Kuroko play and support his team to the Inter-High. As much as I didn’t understand the game of basketball, I was here to be supportive even if I was going to be confused the whole time.

“Kuroko!” I scream from the stands as he walks out for warmups.

He turns quickly as I wave enthusiastically down at him. A small smile appears on his face as he waves back shyly. I shift my eyes over his teammates to see most of them frozen watching Kuroko and me waving at it each other. Their eyes constantly shift between me and Kuroko’s figures. It’s like they couldn’t believe had a friend or at least a female friend. They all looked so confused. Heat rushes through my body as the team stares directly at me towards the end as Kuroko turns back to the bench and I slowly lower my hand.

“Good luck, Serin! Especially you, Kuroko!” I cheer for the final time as I decided to let the embarrassment for Kuroko end and let the team warm-up instead of looking at a crazy girl in the stands.

The whole team cheers and starts their warm-up on the court. With the sounds of basketballs bouncing on the court and the sound of the dreadful squeaking, it was hard to focus on one focal point of the court. I try to focus on Kuroko and him practicing as I smile brightly down at the court and watch him playing the sport he loves. Though, it was difficult to concentrate with the feeling of a burning stare was drilling into the side of my face. It had me turning my head to see a brilliantly bright two-toned redhead staring blankly at me. This must be the Kagami person that Kuroko was always talking about during lunch. I drift my eyes around behind me to see if he was possibly staring at something else behind me and there was nothing there.

My cheeks heat up as I realize that he was only looking at me or really just staring straight at me. Why me? Probably because I was just some girl screaming at his teammates.

This is so embarrassing.

Before I could embarrass myself, even more, I head to my seat quickly and allow myself to shrivel and hide into the stands. Closing my eyes and leaning my head back, I take a deep breath and try to cool down my cheeks and body. Though behind my eyes, all I could see were big, bright vermillion eyes and a chiseled tan face with a dopey smile across it staring right back at me. Maybe focusing on that squeaky shoe sound will drown out my visions of him as I feel my body stiffen and become warm with just the thought of those eyes on me and that crooked smile crossing my mind again.

I hope this game ends soon…

The first day of Inter-High was finally over. It was hard to focus on Kuroko the whole time (even though he wasn’t in for long) since he was using his misdirection, but it allowed me to watch his other teammates more or at least try to. I would have tried to watch Hyuga and his threes or watch Izuki pass and score, but my eyes kept trailing to the loudest player on the court.

Kagami Taiga.

I couldn’t help but watch in amazement of his dunks and speed on the court. Plus, every time he had the ball it looked like nothing else mattered but basketball. He didn’t care about anything else but the ball in his hand the game on the court. His eyes were so focused and determined to prove himself in some way. It was also hard not to watch as the small trickle of sweat that would travel down his neck and face throughout all the games as his eyes sharpened with the strong determination to make the next point. I couldn’t help my body to fill up with a warmth when those same eyes would run over mine for use a small moment till they were back on the court and game. A rush of heat runs to my face and feel sweat go down my neck to my back and feel my hands become clammy as his eyes meet mine in the crowd. My eyes shifted all over the court uncomfortably to try and avoid as much eye contact as possible though it was difficult when I could sometimes feel his eyes seeping into my skin again.

‘Why does he keep looking over here?! There is nothing special here; ' I thought as I finally shift my eyes over to the court to see the team leaving towards the locker room. Taking a deep sigh of relief, I leave the gym and wait outside for Kuroko to come out since he promised me dinner after tonight’s game. (Partially why I really came here.)

“(Y/N), I’m glad you could make it.” A soft voice says behind me after a few moments of standing outside as I was staring into the sky watching the clouds shift over and the moon poke out of the clouds.

“Ah, Kuroko! I will never get used to you sneaking up on me like that.”

“I wasn’t sneaking up on you, " he mumbles.

I giggle, “Either way, it still scares me. Anyways, I’m glad I got to come out too. It was so exciting to see you guys play. It was fun to watch!”

“I’m happy you enjoyed it! Will you be showing up tomorrow, as well?”

I shrug my shoulders and throw my hands into the pocket of my hoodie, “Maybe, though I did really find those basketball shoes really annoying.”

We both laugh as we start to catch up on each other lives as nowadays we rarely saw each other since life got busier with school and basketball prevented Kuroko from going on our usual hangouts.

“Kuroko! What have I told you about walking off?!” A high pitch voice screamed down the walkway as I watch Kuroko jump and turn quickly to see his coach and teammates walking down towards us. My eyes shift over the team and they all look so strong and tall compared to me and even compared to Kuroko. They eventually landed on the man that I was trying to avoid and not too close to. Now he was going to close enough that I would be able to see his eyes sparkle and see the dopey wide smile up close enough to see the visual lines on his face whenever he smiled or talked.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to meet up with my friend. By the way, everyone this is (Y/L/N) (Y/N),” he introduces me to everyone.

I shyly wave to everyone and put on a small smile, “Hello, you can just call me (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you all.”

Kuroko eventually introduces everyone individually as I try to remember the names of everyone that I was meeting but it was hard when my heart was pumping into my ears the closer we got to the two-toned redhead.

“Lastly this is Kagami Taiga,” Kuroko finishes.

Kagami smirks and continues to twirl the ball in hand. Cocky bastard…

“It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N),” he says as he bows slightly at me with the ball now tucked into his side.

Wow, his voice was deeper than I thought it was going to be though it felt nice and light in my ear like a symphony and made my heart skip in my chest. Never knew my name could sound so sweet off of someone else’s tongue.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Kagami,” I murmur shyly as I feel my face flush and my fingers start to shake as I shove them in my pockets to hide my nervousness. No one has ever made me this nervous. It feels like I can even look him in the eye or I might throw up.

“(Y/N), did you want to go get dinner with the team?” Kuroko asks beside me.

I jump slightly in my skin and nod my head as I put my focus on something else besides Kagami and his body being reflected by the moonlight and making it appear even bigger but soft around the edges of his body. His broad shoulders and large chest were sturdy in the night and with his long legs, it was not hard to see why he was such a hard player to beat.

He had the perfect mixture of a body being intimidating and soft. You could also see it in his eyes. There was a hardness to them that was exemplified in games but once the game was over there was a childish, softness to them that shined above the rest.

“Uh sure, I could eat,” I stammer out as I shift my gaze back to Kuroko.

He raises a brow at me as he slowly nods his head though I know he was suspicious of my behavior. I rarely acted like this ever. I was the more outgoing one of the duo so I knew he was questioning why my mood suddenly changed. Hopefully, he wouldn’t get too suspicious and ask me questions about it. I don’t think my heart could take it right now.

We all start walking towards the busy streets and leave behind the first day of the Inter-High. The first day was over but I still felt that warm stare on the back of my head as we walked away with the squeaky shoes behind and the moon reflecting off our bodies.

///

“This can’t be happening,” I grumble to myself as I lay with my head against the school desk.

How could I let this happen?

How could I let myself fall for someone out of my league?

It was his fault. He did this to me.

He must’ve done something to my food or put something in my drink.

I groan and pull at my hair in frustration, this was so annoying. Now I was becoming delusional. It was really my fault. I fell for that dopey smile, his big boisterous laugh, and fell right into his lap when he looked at me with those sparkling vermillion eyes.

Kagami Taiga.

That big ‘ole dope. Why did I have to fall for him?

It all started after the Inter-High games; I somehow was convinced to become Serin’s basketball manager by Kuroko. I would help them practice and obviously would do all the chores that they didn’t want to do. Ever since then, Kagami would come to help me after practice and have small conversations with me during practice. He would speak to me softly like he didn’t want anyone to hear our conversation. He rarely ever used a harsh tone or the voice he would use in games or to his teammates. This allowed me to see the softer, sweet side of him that was hiding behind that large stature and forget about the intimidating figure that would play on the court. After practice, he would always help me clean the gym or the locker room and always carries the heavy stuff even though I told him many times that I could handle it. It made it hard not to watch him carry those heavy items when his arms and shoulders would bulge and the sweat from practice would go down his face and neck making it impossible not to make my heart race.

Every night after everything was cleaned, he would offer to walk me him since we lived close to one another. Those were the best nights under the stars and the moon reflecting on our bodies creating the shadows on the sidewalk. Of course, the first stop was always Maji Burger so Kagami could get his fill of food and I could get my favorite chocolate shake. From there we would walk slowly towards my street and just talk. We would talk about anything and everything. Nothing was off-limits. He would talk about his life in America, and I would talk about school and life in Japan as well as tell him embarrassing stories about Kuroko that I knew one day would get me in trouble if he found out.

My heart would slowly chip as I would see my door in the distance, and I could see the stars fading away and the nightly conversation was coming to an end. I never wanted our conversations to end

“Thank you for walking me home, Kagami,” I thank him as I stand on the front steps as he stood on the street sidewalk below. Even with me standing on a step above him, I still felt smaller to Kagami and couldn’t help but look in his eyes and see the stars reflecting in them. I imprinted the image in my mind as the prettiest night sky I’ve ever seen.

“Of course, can’t let a pretty girl walk home all by herself,” he chuckles as he rubs the back of his neck and the skin around his eyes crinkle up.

My body goes rigid as I feel my eyes widen as my heart felt like it stopped in my chest. He’s never called me that before. No one has ever called me that before.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” he asks with concern and takes a small step forward with his hand reaching out for my shoulder.

I jump and rush towards my front door, “Yes, goodnight!”

I quickly unlock the door and slam it shut once I made it into the safety of my living room. My insides were exploding with butterflies and felt like elephants were stopping around my heart from how hard it was pounding. My mind and body were feeling a swirl of emotions as I tried to get my mind out of its dizzy haze.

“Oh my god, did that just really happen?” I whisper to myself as I head towards my room.

Stripping out of my day clothes and changing into my nightclothes, my head was spinning, and it felt like my heart might collapse any minute. Laying down under the blankets I try to fill my head with anything else but I could only think about the stars that were in his eyes as sleep slowly invaded my mind and the night sky filled the darkness of my mind.

///

Now we are here.

Dying with embarrassment and hoping I could erase that night from my mind.

Laying my head on the cool desk with the schoolyard staring back at me. Everyone looked so happy out there in the sun, laughing and cheering with content in their hearts. I wish I could be as content as they are.

I have been avoiding the team, making excuses for practice, and especially avoiding Kagami. I couldn’t face him after that night. I was so embarrassed. All he did was call me pretty, but it was so much more than that. No one has ever called me that. I’ve always been called an average girl that had some looks. Did he mean it or was he just trying to be nice? Why did I have to run away?

“(Y/N), are you okay? You’ve been staring outside for a while,” a voice of a whisper asks.

I jump in my seat as my head snaps up to see Kuroko standing above me. The only person I couldn’t avoid since half that time I could barely find him.

“No,” I mumble as I start to pick at the skin around my nails.

“What’s wrong?” he asks again as he sits in the seat in front of me.

I sigh and lean against the back of my desk, “I think I messed it up with Kagami.”

Kuroko was the first person I told about my feelings towards Kagami. He was supportive and told me to just tell Kagami how I felt. I refused to tell him even when Kuroko swore that Kagami had the same feeling for me.

“How? I don’t think there is any way you could have done that,” he assures me.

I shake my head and lean my head back against the desk and stare back out the window. The breeze flowed slightly through the trees as some leaves fell to the ground. It was such a pretty day outside but it felt like a rain cloud was on top of my head.

“It was so embarrassing, Kuro. He is never going to talk to me again.”

“I highly doubt that. He hasn’t shut up about you and he has been so mopey for the last couple of days. How I know why.”

I lean my chin up on the desk, “Really?”

“Yes. Kagami is crazy about you. I think you are just overthinking this.”

My lips stretch into a small smile as I feel my heart warm at the possibility of Kagami having the same feelings as me or even being as sad as I was about the whole situation.

“So, are you going to practice tonight?”

I look up to Kuroko’s blue eyes and see a childish smirk on his lips as he knew what was mostly going through my head right now.

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” I whisper.

Staring back out into the bright sky I drift off into my daydreams and think of a plan to change everything around and see the night sky with bright stars into a bright sky with the sun shining brightly on us. Maybe my heart will be content after all.

///

I chewed on the worn-out skin around my thumb as the nerves began to build up in me as I thought over and over again what I was going to say to Kagami.

I can do this.

Just tell him how you feel.

It can’t be that hard…

On second thought, this might be the hardest thing I ever have to do. My heart skips as I watch Kagami walk out of the gym and freeze when he sees me standing a couple of feet away. I clear my throat and walk slowly towards him. My heart pumps harder and my body feels heavy as I get closer and start to see the small smile gracing his lips.

Yeah, this was going to be extremely hard…

“Hi,” I shyly whisper as I stand in front of him as my feet shift around on the ground.

The way he was staring down at me with his eyes being reflected under the hallway lights and still they somehow shined as bright as they did that night. His height was making me feel small as he was towering over me though I didn’t feel scared but almost comfortable in a way.

“Hey, been missing you at practice.”

I laugh as I rub the back of my neck and feel my face flush, “Yeah, just had some stuff going on and needed to recollect myself.”

“Is everything okay? He concernly asks.

“Oh yeah, everything is okay now. Um, I need to talk to you about something,” I nervously say.

“Okay, go ahead,” he insists.

I take a deep breath and square my shoulders while locking my eyes onto him. I can do this!

“Ah well, I just wanted to say I’m sorry for running out on you the other night. No one has ever called me pretty before and well since it came from you it made me extremely nervous and flustered because I like you a lot, Kagami!”

In one breath, I finally let out the feeling that has been filling my head and clouding my days since that night. I clench my eyes shirt as I didn’t want to face the embarrassment if his face was warped into disgust. Silence filled the air as I stand firmly in my spot as my body trembled and shakes as the nerves flow through my blood.

Suddenly, a soft pair of fingertips cup my cheeks as a small gasp leave my lips and my eyes snap open into the night. Kagami is a breath away as he stares down at me with that dopey smirk on his lips.

“You are so pretty, cute, smart, beautiful, and every other word in the book. I will tell you every day if I have to so you can see it my way. I like you a lot…too.”

Our lips brush slightly as we smile under the small high school lights.

“Really?” I whisper into the wind as a cold breeze passes through us.

“Yeah, I have since I saw you at the Inter-High. I couldn’t resist but look at the pretty girl in the crowd by herself and cheering so wonderfully for my team,” he whispers back as he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to his chest.

He slowly pulls my face closer to our lips touch together and moves his hand to the back of my neck. His lips were so soft but slightly chapped as his lips moved in sync with mine. I wrap my arms around his neck as the other arm moves from my neck to the match with the one already wrapped around my waist. I play with the strands on the back of his neck as I pull him closer to me and his arms tighten around my body and pull me even closer to his body.

I could feel his rigid muscles underneath his shirt as my hand move slightly to his shoulders as his moved around my waist and hips. Our lips move together as my lungs begin to burn and it turns to small pecks and giggles in between our lips touching. I pull away slightly and smile at the image in front of me. His eyes were still closed and his lips were slightly parted as he leaned his forehead on mine.

With his eyes opening up slightly, a small giggle passes my lips as my fingers move to run through his hair.

“I have been waiting for this for so long,” he mumbles as he pulls impossibly closer to him and pulls me to rest my head on his chest. With one arm around my shoulder and one around my waist, I lay on his chest and wrap my arms around his waist.

I giggle again, “Me too. I think it was worth the wait.”

“It definitely was, pretty girl.”

He pulls slightly away and lifts my chin up to press his lips on mine again as my body flushes with his words and the feeling that was running through my body.

Under the stars and dingy high school lights, the stars shined bright around us. I could only feel his body on mine, and it felt like I was out in the sun, and I could only see that sun surrounding us. My body felt light walking home that night with Kagami’s hand in mine and the night sky shining even brighter in his eyes. I had a new night sky to admire and love.

A sweet love blossomed over a girl who hated squeaky shoes and the boy who wore them.

©️ushiko; do not steal, copy, or plagiarize my work!!

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[sakumasmut]

Some idols who I think have the cutest moans;;

First things first, mika! His voice is soooo nice in bed I know it; he's so loud and he squeals so much but it sounds so nice...its definitely easy to get cute noises out of him. But God imagine railing him into the bed;; he doesn't have a single regard if people could hear him- it feels so fucking good and he'll let you know it!! Loud moaner

Kaoru, sweet kaoru....he tries to hide his moans but grab onto his arms while taking him from behind and he gets so vocal;; his voice gets so squeaky and pathetic and it sounds so nice...he'll try to say stuff but he keeps getting interrupted by his own weak moans each time you pound into him...he gets so embarrassed by the noises that are coming out of his mouth too...

Nagisa! He has the cutest sighs of pleasure and shaky breathes... And his moans? They're so soft and quiet but he makes up for low drawn out they are, he indulges you wth his sounds; his voice gets high pitched too me thinks so he sounds soso different in bed and it's the nicest most delightful noises ever....

big agree, nagisa’s not a loud person at all but it sounds cute nonetheless. would like to add chiaki to the loud moaner club though, he cannot control his voice at all

[ticklishbeans4]

Bugging out

This fic was inspired by an ask from @fluffomatic and my friend @ticklytums fuzzbutts! Hope y’all enjoy!

Why him? Out of every other coven head, why was HE picked to accompany the golden brat on a mission? It was ridiculous! He wasn’t a babysitter! Ugh. Stupid childish little brat. He brought shame to the Golden Guard’s legacy. Why was a 12 year old given this position anyways?

“We’re almost at the drop off, should just be another hour or so.” the annoyingly squeaky voiced tween of the hour piped up. Titan, his voice was so grating sometimes. “Thank you little prince, I never would have been able to guess.” Darius grumbled. “Remind me why we had to WALK there? Why not take an airship, or a carriage?” “The package is too delicate and too volatile. Bringing it too high and it could explode. If the road gets too bumpy, it could break and… also explode. So walking is safer, as well as keeping it contained in your abominations. Less impact means less danger for the package and us.” the brat explained clinically.

That was another thing Darius didn’t like about this boy. He was so… professional. He was only 12, yet he spoke and acted like he was years older. It was… unsettling at times in all honesty. “Whatever. I still think there are better ways this could have been handled.” he scoffed, crossing his arms in a very not pouty way.

“Then you can bring those up with the emperor.” the tween replied. Apparently he was playing the game of “lets see how much I can annoy Darius today”. Bloody brat.

Darius huffed as he looked around them, scanning for danger, or for anything to distract him from his misery. It was a rather beautiful day, and the forest was teeming with life. Eberwolf was more the animal person, but even Darius could appreciate the wildlife around him. Little creatures flitting about, playing and rough housing, singing their songs to attract their mates. Bugs crawling about, looking for their next meal. He even spotted a few little creatures that he knew quite well, given how… playful Eber could be.

He couldn’t help but smile a bit as little cotton bees floated around them, the little puffballs simply bumbling wherever the breeze took them. They were sweet things, one of the few creatures in the isles that didn’t try to kill you. They could be quite affectionate though, which given how fuzzy and… well for lack of a better word, tickly they could be, Eber liked to summon them simply to make him squeal. Embarrassing at the best of times.

There were also some fuzzbutt caterpillars, devilishly smart creatures. They had extraordinarily long lives, and sometimes bonded closely with witches, like pets. They were affectionate, fuzzy, and had an awful powder coating their bodies that made skin much more sensitive. True tickle monsters in their own right. And that wasn’t even getting into their other form, feather moths. He shuddered just thinking about those dastardly things.

He was brought out of his thoughts by… an unexpected noise from his companion. “Did… did you just squeak?” “No!” the golden brat quickly replied, “I-I just thought I felt something odd. But it’s noth-ING! AH!” Darius was a bit alarmed now, the boy’s odd shriek making him wonder if they were under attack. He summoned his abominations and looked around. “Is someone there?! Whoever you are, know you’re dealing with an official coven head who already doesn’t want to be here, and is not afraid to take his frustration out on someone else!”

“N-no! We’re not under attack! I-I don’t think.” the tween said quickly.

“Then what in the isles was that noise for?” he huffed back.

“I don’t kn-OW! Ehehe! W-wahahait! No! Whahat is that!?”

Darius looked on… dumbfounded as the boy began… giggling? Why in the world was he giggling? He took a closer look at the child and finally spotted it. There was something crawling under his tunic! “I see… well it’s good to know we’re not under attack. Or… at least I’m not.” he smirked.

“Whahahat do you mehehean!? Whahahat’s gohohinn on!? What ihihihis this!?” he giggled, hugging his midsection and looking utterly lost.

“You seem to have made a little friend.” Darius replied coolly, using an abomination tendril to lift the boy's tunic a bit, revealing the little fuzzbutt that had managed to crawl onto his stomach. “Don’t worry, they’re harmless. Just tickly.”

“W-whahat’s thahat mehehan?” he asked, another squeak bubbling out.

“What does what mean?” “T-tihihicky! Whahat does it mehehan!?” Darius blinked in genuine confusion, “Do you… little prince do you really not know what “tickly” means?”

“N-nohohoho! I dohohohon’t!”

Wow… that was a bit sad. He’d never been tickled before? It was such a basic form of affection for children. “Well… it’s what you’re feeling right now! The thing that’s making you laugh so much. That’s tickly.”

“Ihihihit’s weheheird! Gehehehet it ohohohoff!” the boy squealed. Darius barely held back a coo, this was… honestly adorable. He’d never been fond of the boy, but… well it was hard to deny how cute he was when he was blushing and giggling up a storm.

“Mmm… in a bit, maybe. You seem to be having so much fun, and growing boys need to laugh sometimes.” Darius hummed, dusting off a log to sit on as the child fell onto the forest floor, squealing and snorting away, his little legs kicking out, similarly to a puppy.

“N-nohohoho! We hahahahave a mihihihission! EEP!” he squeaked, another shriek coming out as a second fuzzbutt joined the fray. Hunters laughter grew louder, and a bit more frantic as he screeched. “NYAAAAHHAAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIHIHIT’S-IHIHIHIHIHIT’S T-TIHIHIHICKLY! DAHAHAHRIUS! HEHEHEHELP!”

Darius simply pretended to look at his pentsagram, the kid needed to loosen up anyways, this was for the best.

Hunter snorted loudly, an unfairly cute noise from the brat. “P-PLEEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! AHAHAHAHAHAH! G-GEHEHEHEHET THEM OOOHOHOHOFF!” Darius sighed, but hearing the beginnings of genuine distress in the boy's voice, carefully removed the little bugs with his abominations. “There. Now that wasn’t so bad was it? I’m sure the sensation of “laughter” if foreign to you, right?” The tween simply lay there, giggling still, curled into a ball as his ears twitched and he gave little puppy-like kicks. “N-nohoho, I cahahan laugh… Titahahan that was ahahawful.”

Darius couldn’t help but chuckle, “Oh come now, it can't have been that bad. You seemed to be having such fun!”

Hunter sat up and stretched, “It was… odd. Not the worst thing in the world I suppose, but I’m not too keen on doing it again. Come on, we still have a fair bit of ground to cover.”

Darius scoffed as he rose, following the boy at a leisurely pace, “My my, still so serious. You know it won’t kill you to loosen up now and again!”

Hunter grumbled and walked a little faster, ears turning an adorable shade of pink, that made the coven head chuckle almost fondly. Maybe this kid wasn’t that annoying… At least now Darius had a way to get him back when he bothered him.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

You Read My Mind

This fic is part of @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone's "Aud's Writing Challenge" aka "The Make Me Horny Challenge". I hope I have achieved that goal, Audrey!! 😉

It will also cover two of my spaces on my bingo card for @anyfandomkinkbingo

Any Fandom Kink Squares Filled:

Only One Bed & Free Space (Cumming untouched.)

Pairing: Dean x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,455

Summary: Y/N can't tell Dean how much she wants him, but maybe he'll hear her anyway.

Warnings: Smut. All Smut. PWP. (very little plot in the porn here!) The very tiniest dollops of fluff at the end. Dream sex, Cumming untouched, Lots of dirty talk, Multiple Orgasms, A Smidge of Dom!Dean, Fingering, P in V. Oral (f/m receiving)

A/N: Since I can't include the hot af gif that the beautiful Audrey sent me for this challenge, I have included a pic that relates slightly to this story, namely Dean Winchester's hands. (This pic came from Google and I think it's a promo shot, but I can't find the OP.)

But the part of the fic that directly describes the naughty gif Audrey sent will be in italics.

Rating: 18+ Explicit. Read the warnings!

Created for @anyfandomkinkbingo

She woke up on a moan. Her eyes shot open and she wasn't sure if the sound had only been in her head or if she'd actually uttered it out loud. Y/N didn't have to wait long to find out. From beside her came a deep voice, full of mischief.

"Good dream, Sweetheart?"

Y/N could feel her face flooding with color and blessed the middle-of-the-night darkness of the motel room.

"What do you mean?" she asked, voice squeaky and completely unconvincing.

She heard a low, rumbling chuckle and the sound stirred a swarm of butterflies in her lower belly.

"You were making very...satisfied noises."

"Oh, god!" Y/N whispered under her breath as she slapped both her hands to her face, covering her embarrassment.

Of course her most erotic dreams would come to her subconscious mind when she was lying right next to the star of them.

Maybe it's his scent, Y/N thought, invading my brain while I sleep. He was so close to her on the very small double bed they were sharing that his spicy, woodsy scent just took over her senses.

When they'd pulled into the motel, all of them exhausted from their latest hunt, all she'd wanted was a hot shower and any flat surface to sleep on. There was only one room available, so they took it.

One room. Two beds. Three people.

She turned her head and looked at Sam on the other bed. His insanely long limbs and tendency to sprawl out like a starfish, as he was currently doing, had made sleeping beside Dean seem like the better option.

Turns out it was the very stupid option. Y/N thought, mentally kicking herself.

She'd worked her first case with the Winchesters about three years before. The two brothers were both funny and sweet, and of course, incredible hunters. So, she'd been happy to work with them from time to time.

But they found that the three of them made a pretty great team, so by this point, they were working most cases together. Unfortunately more and more often of late, she found herself struggling any time she worked a case with them. Because over the last year, her attraction to the older Winchester had started to get out of hand.

In the beginning of their friendship she'd thought nothing of it. She was pretty sure there wasn't a person alive who didn't lust, at least a little bit, after Dean Winchester.

The man was sex on legs, with his swagger, his smile - both his happy, thousand watt smile and the roguish, sexy one that made it clear where his dirty mind was traveling. His hunter's body was strong and solid, his wide shoulders and muscular thighs just begging her to climb on and ride.

So, her initial attraction wasn't surprising, however, as her time with the Winchesters grew, so did her need for the green-eyed hunter. She was constantly daydreaming and fantasizing about him. It was wholly inconvenient.

Increasingly she caught herself thinking about his hands. Scratch that, increasingly she found herself staring at his hands. They were big and wide, his fingers blunt-tipped and thick. His knuckles were round and rough, and his palms were callused and spread fire whenever he touched her, however fleetingly.

She fantasized entirely too much about how his fingers would feel inside her, moving in and out of her body, pressing in all the right places to make her scream his name.

It was like a sickness. It was to the point now that his voice alone was often enough to soak her panties through.

A few weeks before, she'd dozed off in the bunker, sitting in the library with the boys. It was a fitful kind of sleep, the kind where you pull in pieces from the reality around you. Dean sat beside her, speaking quietly to Sam, his voice a rumble in her mind. She couldn't remember every detail of the dream that resulted, but she knew that his voice had featured heavily. His voice and a lot of dirty words.

She'd woken up startled that time too, when Dean leaned close to her, gently calling her name to wake her. She remembered fearing that she'd been moaning out loud then too, and being eternally grateful she hadn't, or at least it seemed to go unnoticed.

Now here she was again, only this time, there was no doubt that her subconscious thoughts and fantasies had manifested themselves in the real world in the form of moans and groans. Sounds that had Dean grinning beside her as she glanced at him from under her hands.

"Hey, sorry. I was just..."

"Dreaming about me." Dean said, his voice teasing.

"What? No!" she said, panicked. She lowered her voice, trying not to wake Sam across the room. She tried for a tone of sarcasm. "That sounds like your dreams, Winchester, not mine."

"Really?" He dipped his head down and pressed his lips against the shell of her ear. She couldn't suppress the flush across her skin, or the tremble his words brought. "Cause it's not often, in my dreams, that I call out, 'Dean, harder, faster..." His voice dropped even lower, ragged with heat. "...break me, Dean, break me."

His words made her shake, and brought back to her mind the events of this latest dream, and how Dean had her bent over the table of this very motel room, slamming into her so hard the table had been chipping the paint where it crashed against it.

Having absolutely no idea how to proceed she just laid there, quivering as Dean sidled up closer to her.

"Do you want me, Y/N?" Dean asked, his voice sliding into her ear, silky and hot. "If it's just a dream, I'll leave you alone. But if it's more...is it more?"

Y/N didn't know what to say, she wanted to shout out that yes, it was so much more than a dream, she wanted him real and hard and scorching beneath her hands.

But she was frozen. Fear of opening herself up in that way to him, being vulnerable and sharing her fantasies scared her. What if the intensity of her desire for him freaked him out and he bolted? She'd lose two of her closest friends and the only other hunters she'd ever completely trusted to have her back.

She turned to look at Dean. "I...don't...I mean...I want..." She wanted to smack herself and make her words come out properly.

Dean smiled softly at her. "Should I tell you what I dream about?"

Y/N nodded.

Dean leaned in and pressed his lips against her ear once again. "I dream about you, Y/N. I dream about you all the time. I dream of you sitting on my bed, waiting for me. Dressed in something lacy, tight, and easily ripped off of you. I dream of your mouth, your perfect lips wrapped around my cock."

Y/N whimpered and Dean continued, obviously encouraged.

"I dream of fucking that beautiful mouth, pushing so far down your throat I can feel you swallow. I dream of coating you in my cum, claiming you, making you mine."

Y/N could feel her slick leaking out of her and soaking the sheets beneath her. She squeezed her legs together, desperate for friction and movement.

"I dream of laying beside you, just like this. I dream of reaching between your heavenly thighs and finding you dripping for me. Are you dripping, Y/N?"

Y/N nodded, not caring what she was risking anymore. She was desperate for him, craving him like water in a desert.

Dean's voice was causing Y/N's core to flutter, his words making her cunt clench around nothing. She knew she was so close to flying away on wings of fire.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Y/N? Do you want me to bury myself deep inside you? Do you want me to wreck you, break you?"

It was the words from her dream that sent Y/N over the edge. She would have woken Sam she was sure, if Dean hadn't clapped a hand to her mouth, stifling her shout of ecstasy. He kept it there as her muscles convulsed, and her body shook from her climax.

She had never come just from someone talking to her, not even laying a finger on her. She looked up into Dean's eyes and felt her skin start to heat up again, just from the look of hard desire she found there.

Without saying anything he grabbed her hand and pulled her off the bed with him. They went into the bathroom and Y/N blinked rapidly, the sudden light harsh in her eyes, even if it was only one yellow bulb lighting it up. He turned the shower on and Y/N wondered if planned on them getting in together. But he turned back to her and spoke quietly.

"Sam sleeps like the dead, but a little white noise is probably a good idea."

She nodded, still not speaking much. Dean reached for her t-shirt to pull it over her head but stopped. He looked at her, the tension in his body obvious in the prominent, corded muscles that stood out on his neck and heat that radiated off of him.

"Is this okay, Y/N? I mean we can stop if you want."

In answer Y/N pulled her own t-shirt off, loving the way Dean's pupils dilated, nearly obliterating the emerald green around it.

"I do want you, Dean. I want you to fuck me, I want you to break me."

With a low growl, Dean leaned down and yanked off her pajama shorts. She wore nothing beneath.

Dean kicked her feet apart before dropping to his knees in front of her. He grabbed hold of her hips, blunt fingernails denting into the fleshiness of her ass. He pulled her to his mouth and started to immediately suck on her clit, pulling the little nub into his mouth and flicking his tongue against it.

His mouth was liquid fire against her overly sensitive skin He licked his wide tongue through her soaking wet folds and she was suddenly thankful he had hold of her hips because her knees were buckling, her legs shaky and completely unreliable.

As she could feel herself cresting, she knew that two more swirls of his tongue would do it. So when he pulled away from her with a very indecent slurping sound, Y/N let out a cry of frustration.

Dean pulled her down to lay beside him on the tile floor. She shivered when her heated flesh pressed against the cold ceramic. Dean pulled her towards him, slightly on top of him so that his fully clothed body could act as a slight barrier to the chill of the floor.

He pulled her left leg over his hip, stretching her wide and giving him easy access to her cunt. His hand slid down over her stomach, coming to rest against the strip of groomed hair that covered her. With his pointer finger and ring finger he spread her open so that her clit was exposed. He brought his thick, hard middle finger down to tap against it, covering her mouth with his other hand as she cried out.

"Shh..." he whispered in her ear. "I'll have to stop if you can't be quiet." He tapped her clit again and her hips reared up, seeking more. "Do you want me to stop?"

Y/N shook her head vehemently. God if he stopped now, she'd just burn into a pile of ash.

"So, can you be quiet then?" Dean asked. Y/N nodded.

"Good girl." He said, his voice low and wicked as he removed his hand from her mouth.

He put his three fingers close together again and pressed them all tight against her cunt, making small circles, that increased in pressure with each rotation. She knew she was so close to her second orgasm, she just needed something a little more.

She got it when Dean slid his thick middle finger deep inside her and crooked it, immediately finding her g-spot and brushing over it while Y/N exploded. She clutched Dean's thick wrist, holding him in place and actually grabbed on to his other hand and covered her own mouth with it, not sure she could contain the sounds of her bliss.

She rode his hand as wave after wave of molten ecstasy poured over her. Just as she would start to come down, Dean would press his fingers to the spongy area deep inside her and a third and fourth orgasm hit her. He added another finger and she welcomed the fuller feeling.

As he pulled his fingers out of her he lifted her limp form up and pushed her over the side of the bathtub. She braced her hands against the bottom of the tub and bit down on her lip as he knelt on one knee behind her and lined himself up with her entrance.

"This is where I break you. Fall apart for me one more time, Sweetheart."

With that he rammed himself so deep inside her Y/N felt truly split in two, in the best possible way. He slipped his hand around her to palm her breast, pinching her nipple while he leaned over her and bit down on her shoulder.

The bite sent her over the edge again, and Dean rammed into her a dozen more times as she clenched around him. Finally with a shout of his own Dean exploded inside her, filling her so much, their mingled juices dripped out of her and down her legs.

Their breathing was ragged as Dean fell down beside her, leaning his back against the tub. He pulled Y/N with him so that she sat in his lap. He had only pulled down his pajama bottoms, so he was just readjusting them to cover his ass against the tile, when a pounding at the bathroom door made them both jump.

"For Christ's sake you two," Sam's voice carried loudly even over the rush of the water from the shower, "finish your friggin shower sex - it's about fuckin' time, by the way - cause some of us have to take a leak!"

Y/N buried her face in Dean's neck embarrassed, but not really bothered that Sam had caught them. Maybe the next time they'd have their own room and she could be as loud as she wanted.

Dean pulled her head out from under his chin and pressed a slow, sweet kiss against her lips.

"So, once Sam is done in here, we should definitely do the shower sex thing. And then tomorrow evening, we should go on a date. What do you think?"

Y/N beamed at him. "You read my mind."

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