#I know I said come over any time but I was trying to eep!

[itsmuffiiee]

Boo.. it’s mid november..

[charliemwrites]

Sniff sniff sneeze… woof

Content: Dub-Con Touching, Dirty Talk, Invasion of Personal Space, Fantasizing

You’re browsing the back section of the bookstore when the scent of pine tickles your nose. It’s the only warning you get before a large hand lands on your hip, a low voice next to your ear.

“Quite a selection ye’ve got there.”

You nearly drop the stack, only for a thick pair of arms to come from either side, steadying you.

Soap. You stare in shock at the corded muscles of his forearms, the dark tattoo decorating one. His hands are so big and rough against the backs of yours. What would they feel like holding your own, on your wrists, your thighs…

“Th-thanks,” you manage, tucking your books to your chest and spinning around.

He doesn’t give you any room to do so, forcing you to brush up against him. Even pressing your shoulders to the shelves doesn’t offer much space between your bodies; he looms over you, eyes unnaturally bright in the soft bookshop lighting.

“Um… hi,” you manage after a moment, the silence so thick and heavy it’s like a weight on your tongue.

The smile he offers you feels almost mean.

“Hey yourself, hen. Nice to see you without all the…. distractions.”

All the convenient excuses to leave, you think grumpily.

“How - I mean… do you live in town?”

He tilts his head oddly. “Aye, mostly.”

“Mostly?”

He ignores you, eyes flicking again to the titles stacked in your arms.

“Looking for inspiration there, are we?” he asks, tongue rolling slowly over his bottom lip. “Doesn’t all hafta stay in your imagination.”

You flush hotly. Didn’t think he’d even recognize any of those titles.

“That’s not - it’s just for fun,” you babble. “I mean - it’s none of your business either way.”

God, you’ve never wished for Johnny and his man-hating tendencies more.

“‘S a little my business, aye? Gotta know just how you want me to ruin you.” He narrows his eyes a bit in amusement, teeth peeking out with his smirk. “What name you wanna scream.”

You puff up a bit, humiliation thankfully morphing into anger.

“The only name I’m going to call you is — eep!”

He’s got your face in one massive hand, cheeks pressed to your teeth. Your heart thunders in your chest, head spinning with confused adrenaline.

“Maybe we should start right here, eh? I can spank this pretty ass while you try out different names.” He leans in close, lips brushing yours. “If you’re lucky, you’ll find one I like before you lose the ability to sit.”

You whimper and squeeze your eyes shut, mortified to realize the dirt and gravel in his voice is making you slick.

“Stop it,” you whine, pathetic to your own ears.

Then all at once he lets you go and takes a big step back nearly to the other side of the aisle. His smile is easy and friendly, arms swinging casually by his side. The only indication of what he just said, what he just did, is the unnatural gleam in his eye.

“Something like that is what you’re after, aye?” he asks. “Here.” He reaches to the side of you shoulder and plucks a book off the shelf, setting it on top of your selections.

“You’ll like this I think.”

He winks and then saunters off, hands buried in his pockets.

—

When you get home, Johnny greets you at the door, immediately sniffing all the places Soap touched. He even noses at the book Soap picked out - and dammit, it was one you were looking for. Told yourself you weren’t going to let him ruin it…. and that it means nothing that it’s the first one you’re going to read.

But first…

“I’ll go outside with you in a little bit, bud.”

You head straight for your bedroom and your fully charged toy in the nightstand. Johnny saunters in, ears perked.

“Just… just gotta get it out of my system,” you mutter to yourself. “It’s fine since he’s not here.”

You won’t admit to anyone, ever, not even your dog, that you fantasize about Soap making good on his threat while you fuck yourself. Thinking about that big, calloused hand spanking you raw right there in front of god and everybody while you sob “daddy please.”

The next time you run into Soap - a less raunchy, but still exhilarating encounter in the Tescos where he reminds you get lube - you barely say hi to Johnny before making a beeline for your room. And then promptly throw it at the wall in a fit of frustration when you find the battery dead.

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[wolftoken]

hii rat, hope i'm not bothering you but i would kindly like to request some x reader fluff with any of the eeps, life's been so shitty lately and your writing always brightens my day :,)

a/n: for the record i love being bothered. bother me all u want i love attention 🩷 also omg thank you that makes me so happy to know my writing makes your day better 😭🩷 also IM SO SORRY this took me 26 days i’m awful with requests lmao

word count: 711 • tags: gn reader, cuddling, self doubt, kissing, love confessions

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Only the light from Vessel’s laptop is what guides your path into his bed, but you’ve been around his place enough times to know your way around in the dark. Plenty times you’d slinked out from under the covers to bring back a midnight snack you can munch on while he picks a movie to watch. This time, you come back to see him setting up to watch some cheesy romantic drama as you hand him a box of pop tarts you’d found. He chuckles softly at your choice of snack and pulls you under his duvet to snuggle up to him.

He’s always so warm, so good at keeping you cozy on dark and cold nights.

“Feels like I’m in a movie with you sometimes,” he says.

You roll your eyes and gently push at his shoulder.

He tsks affectionately and looks back to the screen. You feel guilt creep into your body as you try to think of something sweet to say back to him. He was so good with his words and it made you so flustered to the point of disputing his words with humour in hopes that it would make you feel less vulnerable. That was still something you were working on with him, vulnerability. At first you hated how much he made you nervous but you’re learning to accept the way your face heats up just by looking at him.

“I’m sorry. You keep making me blush and I don’t want to admit that I like it,” you confess.

Vessel smiles and leans over to kiss your temple, holding your cheek in one hand to bring you closer to him. He nuzzles his face into your neck when he’s done and it makes you giggle and reach out to grab a hold of his shirt for some stability. Laughing into your skin, he moves his hands down to hold your waist and his lips make their way across your shoulders. They’re soft and warm as they gently press against your skin, and this time you don’t try to diffuse the affection and warmth in your cheeks; you let him shower you with his love and every kiss he gives you feels like it opens your heart just a little more for him.

Once the giggles die down and you’re both smiling at each other with the movie long forgotten, his hand comes up to cup your cheek again. One deep, loving kiss is shared between you and you’re reaching up for another when he starts to speak.

“You should move in,” he says. It’s not what you were expecting him to say, evident by the look of shock on your face. You’ve never discussed the topic beyond swift mentions in passing conversation but it’s something you’d thought about in depth but didn’t want to bring it up first in case he wasn’t fond of the idea. It would hurt so tremendously to hear him say so, even if you’d struggle to admit it.

“You wouldn’t mind me being here all the time?” you ask, your once-droopy eyes now wide open and glued to his own. He takes a breath.

“Angel, every time you leave I have to fight back tears. It feels empty without you here. I don’t want to watch the door close and know I won’t see you for days because you’re working late… I want you to come back to me and sleep in my arms knowing you’re home.”

The movie drones on, but all you can hear is the two of you breathing. You’re in sync, as you so often are, and it’s calming. You know you should say something to him, jump for joy and kiss him breathless, but you can’t help but stop to take in all that he said.

Home, with him. Home, with the both of you.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have sprung that on you-“

He can’t finish, because you’re kissing him and bringing your arms to rest around his shoulders to pull him fully down on top of you. You feel him smile into your mouth and you do the same, threading your fingers through his soft hair and fighting back elated giggles. His arms encircle you and it’s the safest sanctuary you’ll ever find.

[dancingdonatello]

HI ITS 🦆 ANON THE ONE WHO MADE AN AO3 CUZ OF YOU! AND YES I DID MEAN REQS I JUST CANT TYPE FOR SHIT 💀

I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD DO LIKE VILLIAN!TURTLES HEADCANONS?

LIKE DONNIE AND MIKEY MIGHT HAVE BEEN RAISED BY DRAXUM, AND DRAXUM NUTURED DONNIES LOVE FOR SCIENCE OR SMTH AND MIKEY MYSTIC POWERS WERE TRAINED BY DRAXUM TOO

AND MAYBE LEO WAS RAISED BY BIG MAMA

IDK ABOUT RAPH BUT YEAH!

BASICALLY THEY'RE RAISED TO HATE HUMANS, BUT THEN AFTER MEETING/ENCOUNTERING Y/N THEIR PERSPECTVIE CHANGES (ATLEAST ON THE READER)

MAYBE LIKE WRITE ABOUT THEIR VEIW ON THE READER, AND MAYBE THEY INVITE THE READER OVER TO THEIR HOME, OR MAYBE EVEN TELLING THEIR VILLAIN PAERNTS THEY LIKE A HUMAN, OR ALL 3!!!-

IM SORRY I JUST GET SO HYPED SEEING YOUR WORK AND I HAVENT REQUESTED ANYTHING IN A WHILE AND I JUST SAW ONE OF YOUR POSTS AND STIMMING AND KICKING MY FEET AND OVERALL JUST AKSJDHKJFHFKJH

ANYWAY THX FOR TAKING TIME TO READ THIS AND TYPE IT IF YOU DO! FEEL FREE TO PUT THIS ON PAUSE OR JUST DELETE IT

MAKE SURE TO DRINKS LOTS OF WATER, AND EAT! AND CHECK WHAT TIME IT IS, DONT WANNA FUCK UP UR SLEEP SCHEDULE ANYMORE THAN IT IS LMAO!!!

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🦆 anon @duckanon

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villain rise turtles x reader

You have something that Raph needs. He’s been tracking you for months and he knows that you have a piece of the armor he needs for the resurrection of the Shredder.

And he’s never been one for plans, so…

He breaks in through your window.

You scream and then he screams and you’re holding on with an impressive grip on the armor piece and….

And you’re…. you’re so… cute. He suddenly lets go of the glove and you go flying back, knocking your head against the wall. He lets out an eep and rushes over, cradling your head.

You look pretty freaked out at his change of heart and he doesn’t blame you.

How he’s going to explain this to the Foot Lieutenant and the Foot Brute, he has no idea.

They take your introduction pretty well. So do you, by how you actually willingly hand over the glove.

But… your reaction when you find out about the Shredder at the baseball game destroys any loyalty he has left for the Foot Clan. He can’t bear to see that terrified expression on your face when you look at him.

Leo may have snuck up to the part of the hotel Big Mama told him to stay away from. But how could she blame him? People watching was his favorite past time! Who better to watch than some stupid humans?

And when his eyes landed on you, he just knew he had to have you. He wouldn’t regret it even when Big Mama punished him. If he hadn’t have snuck up to the floors above ground, he wouldn’t never seen you.

And anyways, his was birthday was coming up… and Big Mama said he could have anything he wanted. He grinned to himself, deciding to sneak into your room that night to ‘introduce’ himself. He’d leave a sticky note and scare you. Just a little.

Big Mama adored you. She gave you all these clothes so that you could look as perfect as her and Leo. She used for entertainment for the other Yokai, even when Leo glared on with jealously.

Soon enough, she was going to get her hands on some mysterious green ooze from three other turtles that looked suspiciously like Leo. As long as Leo didn’t find out about it, you would be the perfect test subject. And wouldn’t it be so sweet to see a lover’s quarrel in the Battle Nexus? She giggles at the thought.

Donatello has been bugged by you for a while.

In one of his rare outings to New York, obviously not letting Draxum know, he had run into you. He had been trying to break into a tech store and then you had appeared behind him.

He broke your nose but he hadn’t been left i scratched.

Then he just kept running into you again and again. He was half inclined just to kill you, but he feels like it would annoy him more with how much effort that would be towards someone like you.

You were annoying and just as mean as he was to you. It irritated him whenever you came back with a comment just as sharp as what he gave you.

One day, in one of his complaining rants to Mikey, Draxum overheard. Even though Donnie denied that it, Draxum was convinced he had a crush on a pathetic human. So, he decided he would kill you. As if you were nothing. Just scum on the Earth. All so Donnie wouldn’t be ‘distracted’ any longer. By that he meant he just wanted Donnie to work insane hours so Draxum wouldn’t have to work as hard.

And Donnie… couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t let a single hair on you be injured.

There’s an angry turtle staring you down. Michelangelo and you had run into each other. One looking beat up and the other looking flabbergasted.

“You’re a… turtle?!”

Suddenly, you’re wrapped up in chains. That burnt badly.

“Ow!” you shriek and suddenly, just as quickly as they had come, they vanished. Big brown guilty eyes stare at you.

His face twitches before it turns disgusted. “Ugh. You smell disgusting.”

He was talking about the smell of your brunt skin. You glared at him angrily before seeing how bashed up he was. “What… happened to you?”

He was very reluctant to follow you home. And he kept asking you weird questions about other green turtles. Had you ever seen anyone that looked like him? Where? When? All these questions while you tried to stick a bandaid on him.

He also didn’t hold back on his mean comments about the human race. But as long as he sat still as you tried to rub the ash and debris off of him, you just let him talk.

Quickly, he warms up to you. It’s as if he never hated humans. He enjoys learning about everything you do and seeing all of what New York has to offer. He knows you can never meet Draxum. And even though he’s getting suspicious the more he leaves and the longer he’s out, Mikey continues to see you.

[hashimasims]

Absalom is really enjoying this no longer working thing. The happy moodlets caring for the infants continue to pile up and even with the negative stinky diaper moodlet he's never unhappy. Who knew being a dad could be so fulfilling.

He cuddles and talks to the babies autonomously. Even if he has a bunch of interactions queued up he drops all of it if any of the babies need the slightest bit of attention.

Absalom: How did I ever get so lucky little guppy? Having four of the most perfect children on this planet? The most amazing loving, nurturing fiance as their mother? This is the life I always dreamed of having, minus all your mom's fuzzy buddies of course *laughs* and it's even better than I could have ever hoped for, even with your Daddy in the picture too. I'm gonna confide in you and you can't tell anyone promise?

Finnbri coos and smiles at him, she seems to enjoy the conversation.

Absalom: Good. I'm going to hold you to that. I'm afraid Finny. I'm afraid I'm going to woohock it all up. Oh shi-eep, oh sheep, don't repeat that, your mom will kill me. You're trying to repeat more than your siblings, all of you have said your first word but mama seems to be the only one that understands any of you, but I think YOU are going to talk before any one else so don't repeat anything your Dadas say. I've messed up a lot already when it comes to your mom so we REALLY need to work better at making sure we don't teach you any adult words yet. Everything's been going so well, almost too good to be true really, I'm afraid that things are going to hit the fan. But I won't let it. And neither will your other Daddy. Maybe I'm just still so wound over the fact that no one has found Eclipse yet, it's like he's been deleted from the save. And your Papa Daolong is hiding your Uncle Ecinno, I know he is. I hope none of you ever learn of what happened but if I see them . . . just know it's not going to be pretty. Now no more negativity hmm? I hear your siblings waking so time for breakfast. Faelyn and Felynyrr don't seemed to like wake up time huh? Not like you my sunny little baby.

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[arc-misadventures]

Rebirth: Willow, are you going to break the news to Weiss and Witley about the Winter situation? Or are you going to wait until they’re older and less likely to be under Jauques thumb? And are you sure there’s not going to be another white haired addition running around? You know how ‘potent’ the Arcs can be.

Battle Plans

Juniper soon enters her room with her darling husband to me their wife friend, Willow, slowly packing away her clothes, seemingly trying to delay her departure until the last moment possible.

Juniper: So, what’s the plan?

Willow: I finish up packing, and then tomorrow the three of us will be on our way back to, Atlas. There’s nothing else to it.

Juniper: That isn’t what I meant, Willow.

Willow: …

Willow: I know… Haa… How do I tell, Weiss, and Whitely that, Winter is only their half sister? So long as, Jacques is there I can’t tell them anything. Although I doubt any of them even know I’ve been out of, Atlas for the past few weeks. I’ve managed to repair the relationship with my oldest daughter, but that was thanks to you, and Acheius presence. I will have no such support with those two.

Juniper: You sure you don’t want, Achi to just come over there, and kick, Jackass’s ass?

Willow: Would he be willing to do that?

Achieus: Hell yes I would! Oh I can see it already! I come in, deck, that bastard right in the face, sending him flying through a window crashing into the icy tundra far below. Then, I grab, Willow by the waist like so!

Willow: EEP?!

Acheius: Then I kiss her: Like so.

Willow: Mph?! M-Mmmmm~!

Acheius: Ah~! Then I’d break off, and look at the spawns of, Jacques, and go: “Look at me! I am the daddy now!’

Juniper: Pfft! Ahahaha~!

Acheius: And, that would be that. Alls well that ends well.

Juniper: While that is an amusing thought, I doubt that would work.

Acheius: Yeah, I doubt it would work either. But, I no doubt expect the twins have already dealt with him.

Willow: How, they’ve been here with us the whole time?

Acheius: Well, at the very least they’ve come up with a plan to deal with him.

Juniper: They have been very quiet whenever we’ve mentioned, ‘dealing with, Jacques.’

Acheius: I suspect they’re going with a long con plan here.

Juniper: I’m afraid they’re planning for that as well.

Willow: What do you think they are planning then?

Acheius: I think… they’re planning for the quickest way you could possibly remove, Jacques.

Willow: The quickest way would mean… no… They’re planning on killing him?!

Acheius: I think so too…

Willow: But, they’re just children, they couldn’t possibly be seriously thinking about killing a man, even such a vile man as him!

Juniper: There is a lot about the twins you don’t know about. Jell, there’s a lot about the twins that even we, their parents, and siblings know about them. And, what we do know is quite… unsettling.

Willow: Unsettling how?

Acheius: They know how to take a life.

Willow: What…?

Acheius: And, I’m not saying this in the manner of they know how to kill someone like: ‘Pointy end goes into man, man dies’ kind of way, everyone knows that. But, they know how toget away with it, and worse they know how to live with the grief of taking a life.

Willow: They could take a life, and it wouldn’t phase them?

Juniper: While I don’t know about, Jeanne. I know for certain that, Jaune could take a life. In fact, I dare say he already has.

Acheius: What?! What makes you say that?

Juniper: When I read the news, and it said the author of the, ‘The Girl Who Fell’ died. Jaune seemed to be indifferent to her death, but I swear on my life I heard him mumble, “That took longer than expected.”

Willow: The papers said she was poisoned. Do you think?

Acheius: A slow acting poison no doubt. One that you would never realize it was there until it was too late…

Willow: So that’s how they’re planning on dealing with, Jacques. They’re planning on poisoning him!

Juniper: Hit, Jacques with a slow acting poison, and then you just wait. And, just like grand-pappy used to say: ‘The patient hunter, gets the prey.’

Acheius: Jeanne will be staying with, Winter, while studying in, Atlas with her. But, she will no doubt come, and visit you at, Schnee Manor. When there, all she has to do is wait for the opportune moment to slip it to him.

Willow: Should I offer my assistance to them? I could make it easier for them.

Juniper: No, you will be the first person they question. You need any ability to deny any, and all evidence to his death to prove your innocence. If they know about this conversation they could accuse you of murder as is.

Willow: That’s true. I could have perhaps hint at a means of slipping him the poison unnoticed. That is if they’re using a poison to kill him, or even if they’re planning anything at all.

Acheius: They’re certainly not planning on bludgeoning him to death with a piece of masonry.

Juniper: Much less catching a Grimm, and sicing that on that bastard son of a bitch, certainly not.

Willow: They’re most certainly not planning that~!

Acheius: Oh they’re most certainly not planning anything~!

Juniper: My two sweet angels~? Oh they’re certainly not planning anything at all~!

~~~

Meanwhile, below the, Arc parents bedroom window.

Jaune: …

Jeanne: …

Jaune: Dammit, I’ve become predictable…

Jeanne: How does she notice all those little things about us?

Jaune: Hell if I know, some sort of special mom sense? But, bludgeoning him with a statue? That wouldn’t work. It would leave too much DNA traces to follow. Not to mention all the cameras they no doubt have installed in their home could probably catch you in the act.

Jeanne: Neither would sicing a Grimm after him. It would be a traceless murder, in the sense that it was a , Grimm that killed him, and you wouldn’t leave any trace upon the body. But, how did the, Grimm get there? As soon as they asked that, it’s only a matter of time until you’re caught.

Jaune: Our orginal plan will work far better than that.

Jeanne: And, if by some miracle, for, Jacques, it doesn’t work, we go to, Plan B instead!

Jaune: You have a, Plan B?

Jeanne: Spike his food with enough laxatives that he shits his bowels to death~!

Jaune: Oh… Oh that would be a fitting end for the little shiter!

Jeanne: I know right!

Jaune: But, I think they have meds that can fix that so?

Jeanne: Gods dammit…

Jaune: Don’t worry, we’ll go with, Plan C if, A, and B fail!

Jeanne: What’s, Plan C?

Jaune: Your semblance.

Jeanne: But, I’ve never used it on a human before. I don’t know how it will affect them.

Jaune: But, Jacques isn’t a human, he’s a monster worse than, Grimm itself.

Jeanne: Yeah, but Grimm fade away when they die; Humans don’t.

Jaune: …

Jaune: Well… that all depends on how you dispose of the body. No…?

Jeanne: Good point.

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

How about Love prompt 47 with Rin tohsaka and Mordred. I'm really loving your writing

I thank you for the compliment my friend, but there are a great many far better at this than I and my scribbles of broad ideas.

NOW YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND!

Love Prompt #47- You're Cute When Your Angry

Rin Tohsaka

Rin Tohsaka was infamous as the Red Devil for a great many reasons, the least of these being her quick temper.

Especially when a certain blonde woman who for protective purposes will not be named was involved.

Case in point, the current situation you were in at the moment.

“ARGH! THAT BLONDE BIMBO BITCH!” the voice of a certain dark haired woman shouted to the heavens in a rage, her face a mix between a snarl and a mouth barred closed in a rage with an all consuming angry fire burning in them.

“Oh don’t let her get to you Rin.” you told the woman next to you in a weak attempt to get her to calm down.

After all, seeing her like this? It was a treat that only you could enjoy completely.

“Do you think if I blew a few extra holes into her anyone would notice!?” Rin hissed out the mean idea.

“Hmm… maybe a few people.” you responded with a smile. You might like to see Rin angry, but knowing how she can get it may be time to actually get her to calm down before she actually decides to commit premeditated murder.

Rin let out a growl, akin to that of a feral cat.

Then again, you could wait just a little while more, right? It wasn’t like she would actually try and murder she who will not be named.

Rin was naturally cute, but when she was angry? That was a whole other level of Adorable.

Rin went ramrod straight before whipping her entire body around to look you in the eye, a blush on her face.

Oh, you said that aloud didn’t you?

Mordred Pendragon

Mordred was furious.

This was her week off, but of course someone needed her to come in at the last fucking moment!

Hell the only reason Mordred hadn't gotten the wild hair to go out on a “Enthusiastic Walk” was because of what you said when you saw her face when she got the call.

“Oh you are downright adorable when you're angry~!” your voice cooed in her head for the thirtieth time today.

“Hey! Mordred! Sor- EEP!” Gareth began to call out before being silenced by Mordred who turned on her foot with an expression on her face that screamed “If you try to talk with me you are dead.” 

This was also known as her angry face.

A face that only you weren’t put off by.

You really were insufferable, but Mordred wouldn’t dare have you any other way.

After all, the love you gave her, it was something that had been foreign for her entire life up until she met you.

She felt like she was in one of those horrendous books Tristan would force her to read at arrow point.

Whenever she was with you she was always nervous like someone was going to jump out from behind something, except instead of watching her surroundings she obsessed over every detail she could see about you while her stomach did a full aerial acrobatics routine.

And don’t get her started when you say something like you did this morning, she was out the door as fast as a bolt of lightning, her face aflame with embarrassment and your wonderful laugh following her like a ghost on the wind.

God… she really was hopelessly in love with you wasn’t she?

The most wonderful curse had been inflicted upon the both of you by each other, and Mordred wouldn’t have it any other way.

[smiley-star]

Heya! I loved the fic you wrote! If you have time, can you please write a Lee!Donnie fic? No pressure or anything! I know that good stories take time to write.

(⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) So I kinda disappeared for like over a month-- well I'm back!!!! It's a Christmas miracle, obviously!!!! (Life comes at you fast :,3) ANYWAY! I had this idea and remembered it fit your request, hope you like it!!! ✨✨💙🫶🫶

As always!🫶 T-cest DNI! That is DISGUSTING. GET OUT.

Teamwork makes the dream work! Or at least the Shelldon go away

Trying to rewrite Shelldon's AI while horribly sleep deprived and a bit confused was maybe not Donnie’s best idea…but at least Leo is here to help him out now, right!?

Who is he kidding? They're screwed.

Lee: Donnie💜 and Leo💙

Ler: Shelldon💜🐢

“Stop moving so much, Shelldon!” Donnie scolded with a yawn, holding the robot down again as he scrolled through lines and lines of code.

“Sorry, brah, what's this for again?” Shelldon asked with an impatient sigh.

“I noticed you seem upset when you can't be tickled like the rest of the dumb-dumbs,” Donnie yawned, “So I'm making it so you can be,”

“Oh,” Shelldon blinked, “Cool, dude! Totally rad to be more like the others!”

“Yes,” Donnie said tiredly, clicking a line and changing the script in it, going down and changing things to work while Shelldon whined and complained.

“How much longer!” Shelldon whined, looking close to flying off.

“Just this last bit, annnnd, done,” Donnie sighed, pressing enter and closing out, “Well?”

“Thanks dude!” Shelldon cheered, flying in the air in a circle and grinning in his little robot turtle way.

“Yes I am incredibly genius and talented,” Donnie said, waving him off, “Now I have work to- EEP!”

He jumped a mile as one of Shelldon's robotic hands appeared from his shell, reaching out to poke Donnie in the side.

“Shelldon? What the heck!?” Donnie scolded, moving away with a huff.

“I dunno dude, this is totes weird!” Shelldon exclaimed, even he looked confused, “I just feel like I gotta tickle you!”

“Huh?” Donnie looked confused, tired eyes staring at Shelldon, “Wait? Did I reverse the purpose of the script!?”

“I dunno dude,” Shelldon said, a mischievous smirk forming on his face as he inched closer to Donnie.

“Shelldon. Don't you dare. I will ground you for the rest of your life!” Donnie said threateningly, slowly backing away and nearly giggling as he did.

“Well dude, y'know what they say,” Shelldon said, smirking evilly, “Cowabummer.”

With that he darted forward, quickly scooping Donnie's wrists in the metal tendrils that came from his shell.

“Shehehelldon!” Donnie giggled, kicking at the robot best he could, “Don't you eeheven think-!”

Before he could make any giggly threats, robotic hands shot out and started kneading into his ribs.

Donnie shrieked, squirming about and giggling as he did, kicking at Shelldon was grinning down at him in the air.

“SheHEHEllDOHOn!” Donnie cackled, “AHA-! StAHAhaAP!”

“Nah, I'm good bro,” Shelldon teased with a mean grin, sending a hand down to tickle at Donnie's underarms, forcing his laughter up an octave.

“SHEHEHELLDON!” Donnie cackled, squirming as his eyes were squeezed shut, “PLEHEHEEASE! STAHAHAP!”

“YOHOHOUR’E SOHO GROUNDEHEHEHEHAHAHA!” Donnie screamed, thrashing violently as hand mercilessly scratched at his underarms and the ones on his ribs switched to his hips, “AHAHA! NOHOHO!”

“Yehehes,” Shelldon mocked with a grin, nearly giggling himself. He never got to see Donnie laugh so much cause of him! It was amazing! Not to mention it was making him feel so calm and warm and fuzzy!

“HAHAHAHA!” Donnie cackled as he squirming, face red as he laughed and thrashed.

There was a quiet humming sound, making Shelldon slow his tickle assault slightly, leaving Donnie giggling but not loudly cackling like before.

“Hey hermano,” Leo's voice rang out, a faint blue light disappearing, “I somehow locked myself outta my phone and-”

He rounded the pile of stuff blocking his view, taking in the sight. He blinked, taking a small step back, “Uh, got places to be, bye!”

Leo turned to run, but yelped as metal circled his ankle and yanked him back, another bit yanking his sword away, “NO-!”

“Dee, what is happening!?” Leo exclaimed as Shelldon grabbed his arms with a metal tendril, holding his arms above his head like Donnie’s were.

“Shelldon has apparently gone mad with tickle power,” Donnie said through residual giggles.

“What!?” Leo screeched, turning to Shelldon, “Don't do this dude! I'll let you race in the lair for however long you want.”

“Sorry, ‘uncle’ Leo,” Shelldon said evilly, “But I like this more than racing!”

Leo squealed with laughter as a hand met his side, “WAHAHIT!”

“SHEHELDOHOHON! DOHOHN'T STAHAHART AGAIN!” Donnie squealed as a hand met his tummy.

“Is your tummy ticklish too, Leo?” Shelldon teased, a hand moving there and skittering it's fingers.

Leo screeched, kicking his legs and thrashing, “DAHAHANIE! HEHEHELP ME-HAHAHAHA!”

“I CAHAHAN’T!” Donnie screeched as Shelldon tickled his tummy mercilessly, “SHELLDON! STAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEEASE!”

“MAHAHAKE HIM STAHAHAP- NAHAHAT THERE!” Leo screeched as a hand clamped on his thigh and lightly squeezed, making him throw his head back in hysterics as he screeched.

“SHEHELL- AHAHAHAHAHA!” Donnie cackled, squirming violently, as Shelldon only cooed and started tickling at his tummy more, “NOHOHO MOHOORE!”

“HOW DOHO WE MAHAKE HIM- AHAHAHA STAHAP!?” Leo squealed, kicking at Shelldon, who narrowly dodged.

The twins eyes met, and they knew they had a plan. Well, sorta.

Right as they both reared back to kick, Shelldon squeezed Leo's thigh and sent him doubling over with a screechy cackle. And then he started skittering fingers along the crooks of Donnie's neck, making him throw his head back with a loud snort that burst into bubbly cackles.

“NO- SNRK, NOHOW NAHAHARDO!” Donnie screeched, kicking at Shelldon as Leo did the same.

They managed to hit the robot, he spun out and forced him to let go, allowing the two to slump to the floor in a flurry of giggles from the phantom sensation.

“Yohou, are soho dead,” Donnie threatened in a flurry of giggles as Shelldon shot off to hide.

Got some more asks to answer, so those should be out soon!!! 🫶🫶💙💙💙💙🫶🫶💙💙🫶🫶✨✨✨

[bumblebeedrizzzle]

Tickletober 2024

Maketism Tickletober 2024

Days 7-9: Teasing

Somehow Iruma manages to simultaneously suffer from the Lee and Ler mood (Switch mood?) at the same time. Shenanigans ensue. Same timeline as this fic. Sort of a continuation ^_^

This fic contains ✨tickling✨ so if that might bother you, then I suggest you keep scrolling!

A/N: I think the constant daydreaming about tickles miiiight have made Iruma a little crazy. Good luck, Azz-kun. 🩷💙

The morning started out like any other had recently: Iruma feeling just a little bit frustrated. Azz-kun was definitely going to pounce on him again one of these days, right? Ever since hanging out the other week, when Azz had discovered Iruma was ticklish, Iruma had been in this weird mood. That had been his first fun experience having a friend tickle him. And he’d totally told Azz that he wouldn’t minded being tickled again. So, it wasn’t weird to keep hoping it’d happen sooner rather than later, right? Or maybe Azz was waiting on Iruma to tickle him? Because after all, he had said that he’d like to get Azz back sometime. So perhaps that was the reason? How did any of this work exactly? Iruma felt frustrated again at his lack of experience with friendships, but then he supposed Azz might be in a similar boat. Anyways, he knew one thing was clear. This mood, whatever it was, was really starting to get to him. The more he thought about wanting to be tickled, the more he realized he wanted to tickle Azz as well. It went round and round, distracting him throughout each day. His most recent development was that he’d started to feel sort of fidgety, and he wondered if Azz wasn’t going to notice sooner or later. Iruma couldn’t decide which he’d prefer… He was brought out of his ruminations by two bright voices.

“Good Morning, Iruma-sama!”

“Morning Iruma-chiiiii!”

“Azz-kun! Clara! Good morning!”　

Iruma decided he was going to set these thoughts aside and have a normal day at school with his best friends. Sounded easy enough. Except, that it proved to be much more difficult than he thought it would be. What was with this mood of his?! It was like tickling was all he could think of! He was starting to wonder if maybe there was something wrong with him. So, he decided it was time that he stopped waiting. He could invite Azz over today, tickle him, and the thoughts would go away, right? If he was lucky, it’d mean Azz would also decide to tickle him back sooner rather than later. Two birds, one scone, and all that jazz. It hadn’t been that long since they last hung out just the two of them. And Iruma decided he didn’t need to be worried about having one of his best friends over too often. Once he had come to that decision, he wasted no time springing into action.

“Um, Azz-kun! Would you like to come over today after school?”

All it took was one look at Azz’s face to realize the answer was yes. He was smiling so wide it looked like it might hurt and his eyes were shining.

“O-of course, Iruma-sama! Just one moment!” and with that, he sped off, likely to let David know that he would be home later than anticipated.

When they got home, Opera served them tea and snacks before ushering them up to Iruma’s room. They had a certain sparkle in their eye that said they were overjoyed that Iruma had brought a friend to hang out after school.

They made it just past the door, with Iruma trying to stay focused while Azz talked about their day, before Iruma finally lost his patience. He gathered his courage and reached out towards Azz, tweaking his sides gently.

“Eep!” said a startled Azz, who turned around and looked down at Iruma.

Before he could start to overthink things, Iruma spoke.

“A-Azz-kun! It’s time I made good on your promise! I-it’s my turn now!”

With that, Iruma continued wiggling his fingers into the aforementioned demon’s sides.

“Pffft - !” Asmodeus started squirming. It seemed like his body wanted nothing more than to wriggle out of reach, but he seemed to be doing his best to stop himself. After a few moments, Iruma became impatient. His fingers began poking and prodding harder than before; he had a determined look and was intently focused.

“Khhh -!” Asmodeus wiggled a little more than before, but still did not break.

“Now, let’s see, what spot could make you really laugh? Hmm..” Iruma pondered aloud.

Asmodeus’ only response was to blush furiously.

He tried Asmodeus’ belly, neck, and back. While the demon scrunched and shimmied away from his fingers, smiling the whole time, there still wasn’t any audible laughter.

“Azz-kun! Tickle tickle tickle!” Iruma said in a sing song voice, fingers never letting up. That seemed to get a rise out of Azz.

“Aha - ! P-plehehease Iruma-sahama! Anything but that!”

“Oh?? Have I finally found a spot?”

Iruma poked and prodded a few different spots, trying to recall where he’d been when Azz had reacted. But nowhere was getting any particularly strong reaction.

“Come on, let out that laugh for me! Don’t be shy.” Iruma prodded, in a very literal and figurative sense.

“Don’t! Yahaha plehehease!”

“Don’t? Don’t what?” Iruma asked.

“Tehease mehe!” Azz replied.

“Oh!! Ohhh.” Iruma said, a grin forming on his face. “Well, if you insist, Azz-kun! Coochie coo!” Iruma sang.

At this, a damn seemed to break within Asmodeus.

“Ihihihirumahaha-sahahahamahaha!”

“Awww, is someone ticklish?” Iruma cooed back in response.

“Yahahaha b-but plehehease! Nahaha stahahahp!!” Azz-kun pleaded.

“But I’ve been thinking about tickling you all day now!” Iruma said cheerfully.

Now Asmodeus’ face was certainly very red. He said that so calmly! He felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest.

When all Iruma heard in response was giggles and frantic bits of laughter, he continued.

“I must say, you don’t disappoint! I think I understand now why you couldn’t stop tickling me! This is so much fun! And your laugh is so cute!”

“Y-you ahare gohohoing tohoho kihihihill mehehe!!”

“Hmm? Someone can’t take a few teases with their tickles??”

Asmodeus tried to cover his face with his hands.

“Don’t hide your face from me! I want to see that smile!”

Asmodeus’ blush spread from his face down to his neck and ears. A fact Iruma seemed suddenly very aware of, as he recalled what had started their first tickle fest.

“Oh! I wonder how sensitive your ears will be!”

“Eep - ! N-no, I-Irumaha-sahahama! Plehease, nohot thehere!”

Something about Azz’s panicked voice gave Iruma pause. Through all of Asmodeus’ pleadings, he hadn’t actually sounded that desperate yet. He also hadn’t asked Iruma to avoid a particular spot. Iruma decided he didn’t want to risk it.

“Oh, I see..” Iruma said a bit sadly, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, Azz-kun. Don’t worry, I’ll go somewhere else.”

Asmodeus looked into Iruma’s eyes and his heart thumped wildly.

“Ah, w-well actually I um…”

“Yes, Azz-kun?”

Asmodeus melted.

“I would not mind so much Iruma-sama. It is just that I feel they will be quite sensitive and I could not help myself. Please forgive me, I did not truly mean it.”

“R-really?!” Iruma looked up with renewed hope. “I’m so glad you told me!” he beamed. “You must really want me to tickle you then,” he added with a wink.

“I-I uh w-well y-you seemed like you were having fun s-so I just… would n-not mind if you continued…” Asmodeus mumbled.

“Awww, that’s so sweet,” Iruma purred in response. “Could you bend down for me, then?”

Asmodeus’ face went impossibly red as Iruma reached up tentatively and fluttered his fingers over Asmodeus’ long, thin ears. He leaned down to give Iruma a better reach, his ears burning the same feverish red. Iruma slowed briefly to make sure Azz was alright, but then realized that if he actually wanted to escape, all he would need to do was stand up straighter. And seeing how he wasn’t made things easy. Whether it was because of his promise to Iruma or that he was enjoying himself, Iruma couldn’t tell. He supposed it didn’t matter at this moment, and refocused on his task. Starting at the base of Asmodeus’ ear, he gently reached back behind to flutter at where it connected to his head.

“Ehemph! I-Iruma-sama, i-it tickles so much already.. hehe!”

“Well, if your ears are anything like mine, then it’ll only get worse, Azz-kun!” Iruma chuckled in response.

As he moved his fingers back around, fluttering them briefly in the inside of his ear, the giggles picked up.

“I-Ihihihirumahaha-sahama! P-please!” he whined.

“Make sure you don’t move, Azz-kun! You’re being so good!”

A strangled moan of frustration, embarrassment, and pleasure wrenched itself from Asmodeus’ lips. He heard Iruma’s words echoing inside his brain: You’re being so good! You’re being so good! You’re being so good! Impossibly, it seemed to make everything tickle even more.

Almost shaking with the effort, Azz managed to hold himself in the same position while Iruma attacked his ears. He was doing fine, until -

“AH! N-NOHOHO PLEHEHEASE!” he cried, almost sounding genuinely distressed.

“Aha! We’ve found it, Azz-kun! The tips of your ears are your worst spot so far! By a long mile,” he said laughing along. “Aren’t you just the cutest! I could get used to this; I don’t get to see you laughing enough!”

That was it. He was done for. With a cry he straightened and ran for safety. He dove onto Iruma’s enormous bed, attempting to hide underneath all the pillows and blankets. Anywhere away from that infernal tickling and Iruma’s teasing. His thoughts raced. What had gotten into Iruma today?! One moment they’d been talking, and the next he was being attacked!! The ticking was one thing, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the teasing. Or his ears. Oh devils had his ears been sensitive. He almost felt bad for how much he’d messed with Iruma’s ears last time. Almost. He took a few breaths, but his heart still hadn’t slowed. The respite was short-lived though, because he heard something that sent shivers down to his toes.

“Not so fast, Mr. Giggles! You can’t get away from me that easily!”

With a cry, Iruma dove in after Azz. The demon tried to prepare himself for more teases. And was that a nickname?! This boy was going to be the death of him at this rate.

[starlightglimglam27666]

Turning A Frown Upside Down

Summary: DogDay and Catfiene attempt to get Dogpressed to genuinely smile.

DogDay was busy hatching a plan to spread some smiles to his new friends. Catfiene was easy, since she smiles anyway, but Dogpressed, not so much. DogDay wanted to at least get her to smile, or at least turn her frown upside down. He asked Catfiene, who was drinking coffee, for ideas.

"Try tickling her!" Catfiene said, grinning. "That'll get a smile from her!"

"Is she even ticklish?" DogDay asked, bewildered.

"Oh, yeah," Catfiene said, smirking. "This one time, she was sad, and I couldn't stand by and started tickling her and... well you get the point."

"Interesting," said DogDay. He was very interested in getting at least a smile, if not laughter from Dogpressed.

"We'll do this together!" Catfiene said, going with him, rubbing her hands together.

The two critters made their way to Dogpressed's location. They saw her moping, as usual. Catfiene, motioning for DogDay to follow her lead. She went over to Dogpressed and poked her side, making her jump.

"Oh, it's you," she said despondently. "Hey. DogDay's here, too. Yay."

"So, what have you been up to?" Catfiene said, gesturing for DogDay to get into position.

"Nothing important," Dogpressed said, hugging herself, not knowing that DogDay was going to carry out the plan.

"That's great!" Catfiene said, silently giving DogDay the signal. "Tell me, are you, by any chance, ticklish?"

"W-what? I- uh... Eep!" Dogpressed started to say, but she then felt something tickling her. She tried to hold in her laughter, but tickling wasn't something she was used to, so she started snickering and started to slightly smile.

"Uh-oh!" DogDay teased. "Who's ticklish, because here comes the tickle monster!"

And with that he started tickling her tummy, playing it like a piano. The feeling of his fingers strumming her tummy made Dogpressed giggle, something she doesn't usually do.

"Stop it! That tickles" Dogpressed said through her giggles. That's when DogDay started to do a full on tickle attack on her tummy. That made her squeal and tense up.

"Coochie coochie coo! Coochie coochie coochie coo!" DogDay said, tickling all over her tummy. That's what caused Dogpressed to start laughing.

"STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT!" Dogpressed said through her laughter as her tummy was being teased and tickled. DogDay saw this and grabbed a feather, dragging it against her tummy.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle!" DogDay said, tickling all over her tummy with the feather. Dogpressed curled up slightly.

"NOHOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHORE!" Dogpressed pleaded through her laughter as DogDay kept tickling her.

"Catfiene, join in!" DogDay said, going over to tickle one side of Dogpressed's tummy and letting Catfiene tickle the other side.

"This is for your own good, Dogpressed," Catfiene said, as she and DogDay tickled Dogpressed on the sides of her tummy, making her laugh more.

"EEEEEEE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIT! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHORE!" She said as she squealed with laughter.

"Coochie coochie coo!" Catfiene said, using all three of her hands to tickle. DogDay continued with the strumming like a harp on Dogpressed's sensitive tummy.

"NAHAHAHAT THE STRUHUHUHUHUMMING! PLEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIT! I'M TOHOHOHOHOHO TICKLISH FOHOHOHOR THIHIHIHIHIS!" Dogpressed said, squirming on the floor. DogDay didn't listen and continued strumming, while Catfiene fiercely tickled on her tummy.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle!" DogDay said, continuing the assault.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHORE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIT!" Dogpressed pleaded through her laughter as her ticklish tummy was shown no mercy.

After twenty minutes of nonstop tickling, feeling like hours for Dogpressed, Catfiene blew a raspberry and then they let her go.

"Feeling better?" DogDay said, smiling. Dogpressed was hugging her midsection and started catching her breath.

"Y- yes," Dogpressed said, not letting go of her midsection. "Very much so."

[meowcats734]

(prompt response) A panicked scream of "Is anybody here a doctor?" You tentatively raise your hand. "I'm a Necromancer, if you're willing to wait a few minutes."

Unsurprisingly, the closer we got to the center of the battlefield, the more deaths there were. Lucet floated the idea of retreating to the edge of the hailstorm to camp out, but even though Sansen couldn't see that far into the future without setting up his ring of hope-inducing memorabilia, it was pretty clear that any remaining soul fragments would drift away if we spent days on end backtracking and re-entering the storm. And I wasn't going to let any information on Jiaola's whereabouts fade away if I could help it.

So at my insistence, we camped out in ramshackle tents that were battered by hail, trying our best to sleep despite the eternal thunk-thunk-thunk of falling ice.

I attuned regret later that night. I supposed my companions weren't too happy about my choice.

An indeterminate amount of time later, I heard rustling outside my tent. I hadn't been sleeping, exactly—the endless clamor of hail made it hard—so it was a matter of heartbeats to sit up and look into soulspace. Lucet's soul shone on the other side of the tent flap. I got up, put on my shirt and binder, and called out.

"I'm awake, Lucet," I said. "You can come in."

"Eep! Er, sorry." Lucet scurried into the tent, shucking off her winter coat, and gave me a confused look. "How'd you know it was me?"

"I recognized your soul," I said.

"I... I can't do that," Lucet admitted.

"Yeah, well, people's sorrow might look the same by coincidence," I said. "But when you can see someone's levels of calm, sorrow, passion, insecurity, joy, fear, spite, guilt, shame, disgust, regret, and self-hatred, it'd take one hell of a coincidence for all twelve of those emotions to look similar between two different souls."

Lucet fell quiet for a moment.

"You made another attunement," she said.

I winced. "I... yeah. I did."

"Okay." She didn't pry, which almost made it worse. Instead, she just wordlessly scooted towards me; I leaned on her shoulder and closed my eyes.

"I'm sorry if I'm keeping you up," she finally said. "I just... I couldn't sleep."

"You can't sleep because I fucking convinced you all to camp out beneath what I dearly hope is the largest rift in the world. Don't blame yourself."

"I'm not blaming myself," she whispered. "I just... don't want to be useless."

Rifts, I felt that. Because I was useless. I was worse than useless. I shivered and snuggled closer to Lucet, and there must have only been room for one or the other, because the voices seemed to shy away when she was around. "I..." I bit my lip, liquid metal roiling in my soul, then went for it. "If you... I've been having a hard time sleeping too. If you wanted to stay over for the night..."

Lucet smiled. "Yeah. I... I think I'd like that. Scoot over?"

I laid down on my side, facing Lucet, and she slipped beneath the blanket, putting one arm around my back and pulling me closer.

"Cozy," she murmured sleepily, and I nodded into her neck.

"M-hm," I said, and closed my eyes.

Our souls glittered together in the dark behind my eyes, and the clattering hail faded into the void of sleep.

###

Nobody said anything when Lucet and I came out of the same tent the next day, but I saw the dewdrops of joy and sparks of hope in Sansen's soul as he saw us smiling at each other. For some reason, passion was incredibly inefficient to use while we were under the rift, so we were stuck with mundane jackets and body heat. Thankfully, it wasn't like the conditions under the rift were that much worse than in the Silent Peaks, and the supplies we already had sufficed well enough.

I was prepared to spend another day hunting for soul fragments, but as Sansen led us deeper into the battlefield, he paused.

"Hey," he said. "There's, uh... there's an opportunity in a nearby future."

"What kind of opportunity?" Meloai asked.

"I... I really don't know what to make of this, but... there's a... settlement? No, a shelter of some kind around here. With... what looks like some soldiers who got left behind."

I rubbed my chin. "If we're trying to get information on Jiaola... interviewing living soldiers is about as good as we can hope for."

"Especially if they're stuck here," Meloai said. "I mean, I don't know about you guys, but I'd run away from the giant death-rift in the sky if I could. The fact that they're still here probably means they can't leave. Maybe... maybe we could help them, and get information in return?"

"Or, y'know, help them out because they're probably going to starve to death if they're stuck here," Lucet added.

"...Right, that too," I said. "Either way, we should check it out."

Sansen nodded. "Then we're going this way." There weren't really any landmarks in the never-ending hailstorm, so the only idea I had of where we were going was 'left,' but Sansen seemed to know where we were going. Before long, he paused, frowning, then said, "Follow me."

Then he took off in a dead sprint.

The three of us didn't hesitate—following the old oracle's directions had gotten us all saved more than once, and we'd be utterly fucked without him. It wasn't long before the future Sansen foresaw caught up to us: in the distance, I heard someone screaming for help. Something about... a medical emergency? Needing a healer?

Well. Grimly, I readied myself. None of us had attuned forgiveness, but... I had something else I could try.

I got an impression of a log cabin in the hailstorm before Sansen threw the door open, startling the collection of people inside. Before anyone else could speak, though, Sansen said, "You called?"

The group of soldiers—and they were definitely soldiers, clad in the uniform of the Silent Peaks—stared at us, baffled. They'd formed a loose semicircle around two men, one standing over the other, who was bleeding out on the floor. The one standing regained his composure first.

"Yes. I—I don't know who you are, but if any of you are a healer—"

"We're not," I brusquely said, "but... I might be able to do something after death."

There was a moment of shocked silence as everyone in the room except Sansen turned towards me.

Then the man broke the silence. "My husband died fighting necromancers!" The man screamed at me. "And you expect  me to let some junior necromancer defile his soul?"

"Your husband died fighting necromancers?" I asked.

The man nodded fiercely, standing over the gasping, bleeding body of his husband.

"Out of curiosity, who does he have to thank for coming back to life from the dead? Any school of magic in particular that could take credit for resurrections?"

He blushed furiously. I got the feeling he wasn't used to people applying silly little conventions like 'logic' and 'internal consistency' to his tirades. "That's irrelevant! I can see the greed in your eyes. You just want to steal Mertri's soul. But I won't let you!"

"Literally every single word you just said is incorrect. Look, how about this." I raised my hands in an attempt to de-escalate the situation. The man—Mertri's husband, I suppose—stood opposite me in the large wooden dining hall. Behind me, three of my friends watched Mertri's husband nervously; a handful of people I assumed were simply bystanders stood opposite us, forming a complete ring of bodies, locking Mertri's husband and I in with each other. I raised my voice to be heard over the thakka-thakka-thakka of hail on the wooden roof. "Ask around. See if literally anyone else has any relevant medical expertise. Let them have their go first. And then if they fail... let me help."

"I already asked, you idiot. You think I'd be talking to a necromancer instead of staking him through the heart if I had any better options?"

"You're thinking of vampires, not necromancers. And you've admitted it yourself—you don't have any better options." I grimaced. "I don't, either. I wish I was a normal healer. But... salvaging what's left afterwards is the best I can do."

The man started to speak, but Mertri coughed wetly from the floor. I wasn't entirely sure what the nature of his injury was, but judging by the blood on his chest, it... wasn't pretty. "Vuliel," Mertri managed.

"I'm here, love." Vuliel knelt by his husband's side, and I could see the raw anger and sorrow in his soul. "I'm listening."

"Let... the boy... try." Mertri managed a weak smile.

Vuliel jerked back, shocked. "But—if he—you could become a monster. Why would you..."

Mertri focused on his husband. "Because," he whispered. "I'll take any chance to see you again."

And before my very eyes, Mertri's soul began to fracture as the bleeding man died.

"It's now or never," I said.

Vuliel closed his eyes.

Then he stood, expression inscrutable. "Do your worst."

And I knelt by the dying man's side as his soul began to shake apart.

Necromancy was a vast and complex field, and different people had different approaches to it. I had absorbed fragments of souls on broken battlefields, trying to piece together narratives from dying memories; I had stitched together the souls of animals to form ghosts and demons of terrible light; I had even reached between planes to chase departed souls as they tried to move on from this world.

But here and now, I could prevent having to take any of those measures before they even happened. I could hold the dying man's soul together before it shattered into uncountable memories. All I had to do was draw upon the core of necromancy:

Regret.

All necromancy was, fundamentally, an act of regret. A wish that the dead never died. And I was no exception.

In order to call up necromancy, I simply had to remember the day I'd decided to fight back against death.

I closed my eyes, remembering another place, another time. A girl named Astrenn who had loved to feed crows.

My helplessness as I arrived at her cold, long-dead body, her head caved in by a falling roof beam.

The regret that had flooded my soul ever since.

The wellspring of power came sludgily at first—then as I let my regrets sing through me, it flooded from my core and down my hands and into the dying man's cracking soul. The magic was thick and swampy and fetid, but it was mine, and I hardly had to lift a finger as my regrets did what they did best.

They tried to hold together a broken heart.

And, miracle of miracles, they did.

Only those with soulsight could see what happened next, and from what I could tell, Vuliel was not one of them. But a bitter, forlorn pride swelled in my heart as the man's soul drifted free of his body, stabilized, anchored in this world.

"What... what did you do?" Vuliel whispered.

"I kept his soul from breaking," I said. "I... I'm not powerful enough to reunite it with a dead body. But... he could still live on if his possessed someone else. Someone who cared about him an awful lot. Someone who'd be willing to share their body with a man who lost his own." I gestured towards the invisible soul. "All you have to do is let him in."

Vuliel looked down at his husband's corpse.

"It's not what I wanted," he managed to say.

For a heartbeat, the only sound in the wooden hall was the crash of hail on the roof.

"But it's the best I have," he finished. He looked up, meeting my eyes, and said, "I'm ready. Tell me what to do."

I shook my head. "There's nothing simpler. Just reach out and touch his soul."

Vuliel swallowed, then stretched out a hand.

And in a flash of memories absorbed, two souls became one.

A.N.

Soulmage is a serial written in response to writing prompts. Stick around for more episodes, or join my Discord to chat about it!

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[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Silver Bloom Birthday Personal Story Part 1

"Happy Birthday"

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

[Diasomnia Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Silver: I am running slightly behind all because Sebek said, "Do something about your bedhead," and I was trying to tame my hair.

Silver: Yet I'm sure that there was no reason to fret too much over it, since I am wearing a hat over it. Well, at the very least, I am glad I did not keep my presenter waiting long.

???: Haaaaaah～～～～ This sucks… I want to go home…!

Idia: H-H-H-Hi... I'm your presenter… H-Happy… Birthday…

Silver: Ah, so my presenter is Idia-senpai. I am honored by your kind words.

Idia: Eep… I just wanna speed run through this, so can I just start the interview already?

Silver: Ah, sorry for taking up your precious time. Please, go on.

Idia: O-O-Ok, question one.

Idia: “Are you good or bad at flying?”

Silver: In general, I am relatively good at flying. At least, when comparing it to other subjects in the curriculum.

Silver: When it comes to flying continuously for long distances, or quickly changing the direction I am flying on a whim, among other things, I find that I still lack competence.

Silver: I must sup from the abundance knowledge this school provides me and continue to devote myself to my studies.

Idia: So unfair…! You really think you still have room to grow!

Idia: That's only something you can say when you're born with natural physical abilities and senses…

Silver: I do not really understand what you mean by being born with natural physical abilities and sense, but… It is not as if I was always a competent flier.

Silver: The first time I attempted to fly on a broom, I had enough trouble simply trying to lift the broom off the ground.

Silver: Most likely it was due to only being able to picture the broom sweeping. The broom would constantly only right itself vertically…

Idia: Yeah, m-makes sense, brooms aren't originally a meant to be a means for flying, but tools for sweeping,

Silver: Exactly. It was not so easy to erase from my thoughts the image of a broom sweeping my entire home on its own alongside a mop and bucket.

Silver: The tip of the broom would split into two, and it would walk around just like a human would.

Idia: Eh, what's with that weird dream? Silver-shi, you stressed, or something?

Silver: It was no dream. It was something I witnessed as a child. It truly did startle me then. And it pained me.

Silver: I thought I had done something so atrocious as treat the broom, mop, and bucket as mere objects, when clearly they were living creatures.

Silver: …But, when I learned that my father was simply moving them around with magic, I felt relieved.

Idia: Ahh gotcha… So that was the result.

Idia: But hey, if he was using magic to clean… Sounds to me like your dad's pretty resourceful, Silver-shi.

Silver: Resourceful…? I wonder. In my hometown, it is actually quite common for magic to be used to clean.

Idia: Hah? Th-Then, wh-wh-why didn't you notice that he was using magic to move the broom?

Silver: I was very young at the time, and I still had not manifested my magical abilities. Also, my father and I lived deep in the woods, away from any city.

Silver: I did not come into contact often with those people who lived in the cities… Therefore, I did not know much of their ways.

Idia: That mean that you really only interacted with your own family? I guess maybe we have some things in common.

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

Requested by @rotattooill.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Who's the better tickler?

Idk I just suddenly felt compelled to write this. I hope is okay akdhakdhaj

I love my gay children 💖

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Atsushi x Akutagawa x gn!reader (romantic)

Lee: reader

Lers: Atsushi, Akutagawa

Warnings: Tickles!

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"Hey guys I'm home-" you stopped dead in your tracks. They were at it again, arguing about god knows what.

"Y/n!" Atsushi practically leaped over at you, clinging his arms around your waist. "Aku says that I'm not as good of a tickler as him...!" the weretiger playfully whined out. So that's what this was about, great...

"Ugh, you're gonna suffocate them" the port mafia member dragged Atsushi away by his collar. "Besides it's true, I'm much better than you".

"Oh yeah?!—".

And back to arguing they went. This was gonna be a long day...

"You guys wait! Why don't you settle it then? Y'know, make a little contest out of it" you stood there a bit awkwardly as they both looked at each other, as if exchanging silent words. Then, their eyes fell upon you. Their faces twisting to a more mischevious one. "Uhh... guys?" you slowly took a step back, but before you could make it any far, they both pounced on you.

"GYAH!" your screech echoed across the room as they pinned you down to the ground. With Atsushi holding your arms up and Akutagawa straddling your waist. "W-what the hell are you two doing...?!".

"Well you said to settle it, so why not make you our judge".

"Huh?! T-that's not what I meant at all—".

"Shhhh..." Atsushi brought a finger to your lips. "You should've seen this coming~" he added while playfully sticking his tongue out.

"Now watch and learn, Weretiger" Akutagawa pulled your shirt up to expose your stomach. His colds fingers quickly kneading at the exposed sides.

"Gah—" you instantly gasped and tensed up at the touch. His cold hands weren't helping at all. And that neutral ass face Aku kept the entire time somehow flustered you even more.

"Pshh, that's nothing! Watch this~" Atsushi then shot his hands to your neck, his short nails scribbling along the sides of it.

"Eep! Ehehehe! Q-quit ihihit!" you shook your head around, trying to turtle in on yourself. But it was futile when you were being held down by these two beasts.

"Oh please, I know exactly how to get them to scream...~". The sinister tone in Aku's voice sent chills down your spine. Before you could protest, his hands moved to your bare belly. One hand playfully scratched all over it, even going up to your ribs, while the other one softly tickled around your navel.

"WAH! A-AKUHUHU!" you cackled like a madman, arching your back and frantically kicking your legs from behind him. Seeing such a wild reaction brought a satisfied smirk to Aku's face. But Atsushi wasn't gonna give up so easily.

"Oh but I know their worst spot~" the weretiger moved his hands over to your armpits, making sure to tease your forearms and elbows as well. Occassionally scribbling up to your hands.

"PFFT—" you snorted in hysterical laughter, causing the other two to chuckle at your reactions, before getting all competitive again.

"You underestimate how many 'worst' spots they have" Aku then started to pinch and squeeze at your hips, making you squeak and jolt at each touch.

"Y-YOU GUHUHUYS!—" your pleas fell deaf as they kept bickering.

"Well I have my secret weapon~" Atsushi then transformed his hands into tiger paws. The longer and sharper nails now lightly scratching all over your armpits and neck, making sure not to hurt you of course.

"WAHH! O-OH MY GOHOHOD!" your body fell limp under them. Having lost any energy to struggle from laughing so much. Even your eyes were starting to get watery. This finally caught their attention, both of them stopping their tickling instantly.

"Oh my gosh- We're so sorry Y/n! Are you okay...?" Atsushi quickly wiped away any stray tears while Aku tried rubbing the way the tingles along your torso.

"Ahaha..." you took in deep breaths, still smiling all bashfully. You gave them a thumbs up, not really upset by their antics. It was quite fun actually, not like you'd say it out loud. They both smiled warmly at you, letting out a sigh of relief.

"So... who's the better tickler?" Aku suddenly spoke up, the competitive glint in his eyes back once again. Atsushi also awaited your responde eagerly.

"I- aehehe... Y-you both ahare...".

"I will not tie for first against this idiot!".

"Oh shut up! You're just jealous!..."

And back at it they went again...

"Guess we'll have to go for round two..." Aku eventually piqued up, his gaze falling back down to your exposed torso. I'm pretty sure they heard you audibly gulp, whether from nervousness or excitement who knows. Or maybe both~

"Don't worry, we'll go easier on you" Atsushi tried to reassure with an innocent smile, but you knew better. Oh well...

Your laughter echoed all over the room as they tried to settle who was the best tickler once and for all.

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[cainluvr69]

Let Me Tell You The Story Of A Rainbow - Chapter 18

Previous Chapter

Cain: Nah, I was just taking a trip down memory lane. The first time I patted you on the head like this, you tried to bite me, remember?

Riquet: Huh?! I did not do that.

Cain: Well, you sure acted like you wanted to. But you hated it when I touched you back then, right?

Riquet: I--I mean, well…

Cain: So why didn't you try to bite me this time?

Riquet: …Because I know you're not the kind of person who'd do anything bad?

Cain: Yep. And don't you fret, I won't do anything that'd make you uncomfortable. C'mon, now you try petting it.

Riquet: … Wahh…! It's so fluffy and soft.

Cain: Haha, these guys look like they're happy, too.

Riquet: Hehe… I'm flattered. Oz, would you like to pet them, too?

Oz: I shall refrain. Regardless, we have gotten much closer to the light.

Oz's gaze was turned towards the sky. The ray of light meant to guide them to the piece of Luca's memory was swaying restlessly in the air.

Riquet: It's rather high up, isn't it? How can we get to it without using our magic?

Cain: …I know. Chiiiirp! Chiiiirp!

Oz: What are you doing.

Cain: Hey, if we're really looking for a weird bird thing, I figure maybe it'll come out if we mimic its call. Hey, Oz, you're pretty good at using leaves like flutes, so why don't you give it a…

At that moment, a perfectly spherical little bird tumbled out of the trees, chirping loudly.

Riquet: Wahh… It's a bird! It really showed up! You're amazing, Cain.

The orbular bird reached for the nearest branch and then perched on it. Cain spoke gently to it.

Cain: Way to stick the landing. Hey, I think you might have something we're looking for…whoops, hey!

Cain had reached his hand out, but the moment he did, the bird nimbly leapt away. It threaded between the trees with practiced skill, practically dancing around them.

Cain: It's so fast?!

Riquet: I think I saw a yellow pearl! We need to go after it…

As soon as Riquet said that, he was answered by a bark. Riquet and Cain looked back and saw the two big dogs wagging their fluffy tails, kneeling down and presenting their backs.

Cain: Hey, d'ya think they're telling us we can ride on them?

Riquet: If you're willing to guide us through this forest, it'd be much appreciated! It's like a maze in here…

Cain: You can say that again! Hey Oz, looks like we're gonna be taking off for a while. We'll be back soon, so just sit tight!

Oz: Wai…

But before Oz could object, Cain pulled himself up onto one of the doglike creature's back with practiced movements. Riquet managed to drag himself up onto the other dogs' large body, too. And without missing a second, the pair of wizards and their dogs had dashed deep, deep into the forest.

Oz: …

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Cain and Riquet sat astride their dogs, fists tightly knotted in their fur as they kicked off against the forest floor, cutting through the wind in a graceful dance. Riquet gasped, clinging tightly to his dog's back.

Riquet: Eep, they're so fast…! If I don't focus on holding on, I'll slip off…

Cain: Riquet, lower your body! Lean in as close as you can and try to relax a little. That'll help reduce drag and you'll feel more secure. If you focus on your grip and the animal underneath you, any sudden shocks shouldn't knock you off!

Riquet: O--okay. I need to lean in, and relax a little…

Cain: Yeah, just like that! You got this!

Cain was riding in front--he looked over his shoulder and grinned, praising Riquet's form. Riquet glowed with pride, his tension melting away into focus, his gaze determined. They sat astride their dogs, one rider skilled and the other a complete greenhorn--but they still became one with the wind as they dashed towards the heart of the forest. Despite their speed, it took a while for their winding, twisting path to open up into a clearing.

Cain: Alright, where'd it go…?

The dogs howled, and then they saw it--the bird's round silhouette at the top of a tall tree. It clung to a branch, but was otherwise motionless.

Riquet: I'll go! With these dogs' legs, we should be able to run all the way to the top!

It did certainly seem like the dogs could make it up pretty high by leaping from tree to tree and clinging to them with their sharp, knifelike claws.

Cain: It's true that you're lighter than I am, but that's pretty high up. Will you be okay?

Riquet: …I will be brave.

Cain: Riquet.

As Cain said that, he gently clapped a hand on Riquet's back. It was a subdued expression of encouragement, coming from Cain.

Cain: No matter what happens, I'll be here to back you up. You've got this!

Riquet could feel the pure sincerity of Cain's faith in him, radiating out from the large palm on his shoulder, and he stood up a little straighter. And he responded, his face elegant and dignified.

Riquet: Yes. Just leave it to me!

The dog he sat astride knelt down, its muscles primed, and kicked off the dirt, leaping high into the air. It landed on one branch, taking barely a moment to pause before kicking off to the next, climbing the great tree with both grace and fearlessness.

Cain: Hey, don't look down! Believe in your mount and believe in me, and keep your eyes on where you're headed!

Riquet: Okay!

Cain kept his eyes on Riquet as he called out to him, keeping the littler wizard's condition in check. He'd already located every spot where they might slip and fall, and he was ready to race to catch Riquet at any moment. The farther up they went, the less footing they had, and the thinner the branches became. But despite being faced with a challenge that made his hands slick with sweat, Riquet still bravely kept his eyes on the goal. He was finally close to the top--and more importantly, close to the round bird, which had stayed in the same place all the way through Riquet's climb up the tree. He spoke to it kindly.

Riquet: It's okay. I won't hurt you. Don't worry, I'll take care of you. I'll save you now…!

Riquet lifted himself up, away from the large back that had carried him all this way, and then put his hand against the trunk of the tree. He took a deep breath and then…made a leap of faith. His delicate body all but floated through the air. The round bird nestled into his outstretched palms. Riquet's smile was like a ray of light as he brought the bird to his chest and held it there.

Riquet: I did it!

Cain: Nice…!

But Riquet hadn't made sure there was a place for him to land at the end of his jump. They only got to enjoy a single moment of relief before he began to fall.

Riquet: Waahh…!

But Cain was right there to catch him. He and his dog began to run, and then he stood on its back and kicked off into the air, stretching his arms out to catch Riquet.

Cain: Great work, Riquet! Just leave everything else to me…

But just then, their bodies began to float--to truly float, not the moment of weightlessness that comes at the peak of a jump.

Cain & Riquet: …!

Oz: You little fools…

The two of them were left hanging in the air like two kittens scruffed by their mother--and next to them was Oz, sitting atop his broom.

Oz: It is only strong magic that is prohibited. You have brooms. Use them.

Cain: …Right!

Riquet: Oh, is that so?

Cain retrieved the little yellow pearl from the round little bird's beak. It began to glow faintly in his palm, and then blazed blindingly bright.

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Luca heard a strange animal cry while she was working in the garden at the monastery. It came from the forest, and sounded like a light and happy song. Her eyes drifted towards the direction it was coming from…and then a dirty cloth hit her and a voice barked at her, telling her not to look away and to keep her hands moving. But still, she was happy. That song was the sound of her friends, singing happily away. She snuck out in the dead of night and ran into the forest, searching for the owner of the voice she'd heard during the day. There it was--chirp chirp! When she heard its odd little cry, she looked up to the trees above. And there she saw it: a perfectly spherical bird clinging onto a branch. Then there was some rustling from the underbrush--and two big, doglike animals appeared from within a thicket. These two were the ones who'd had the light and happy song from that afternoon.

Luca: Hey, is that birdie your friend?

The two dogs bumped their heads against Luca and licked her hand, whining quietly like they were trying to ask her something.

Luca: I… I mean, I do want to help save it, but… …I know. Hey, can you carry me all the way to the top of that tree?

No one had taught this girl how to fly on a broom. No one had taught her any magic at all. And so instead, she mustered up all the courage she had in her little body and climbed to the top of the tree, sitting astride a dog's back. Luca's heart pounded and her breath was short as fear and excitement danced together on the ballroom floor that was her heart. She reached out to the bird. The bird tucked itself happily into her palms, safe and sound. She cradled it in her hands, hugging it to her chest, and then sighed a long, long sigh.

Luca: This is the first time I've had my heart beat that fast… Hey, if you get stuck again, just hold onto a branch again just like that. If you do, then I'll come and save you again, okay? Because I want to feel that same thrill again…

✦✧☾✧✦

Faust, Heathcliff, and Nero followed their ray of light to a truly picturesque lakeside.

Heathcliff: This lake is beautiful. It's so peaceful here.

Nero: The water's so clear. There's all sorts of weird beasties I've never seen before swimmin' around in there.

As the three of them peered into the lake, an animal that looked something like a small dolphin looked back at them.

Heathcliff: Wah…

As they approached it, it made high-pitched clicking noises at them.

Heathcliff: How cute!

Faust: …It's cute.

Nero: …Yep, it's cute.

Heathcliff: I could stare at those adorable round eyes forever. And that sound it makes is so soothing… Yaaaawn. Oh, how odd. I feel so sleepy…

Faust: Are you okay? If you're feeling tired, we can rest for a while…

Heathcliff: No…I'm fine. But my eyelids just feel so heavy all of a sudden.

Nero: My eyes're feelin' tired too all of a sudden. How about you, Teach?

Faust: I'm doing just fine. But…I feel like I've seen this animal before, in an old book. I recall there being a small aquatic beast that lives in clean and clear lakes with a cry that has a special sleep-inducing effect.

Heathcliff: A small aquatic beast that lives in clean lakes… I mean, that's a perfect description of this little guy.

Faust: I can't make a definite identification, but if this is that animal, I'm not certain exactly how effective that sleep-inducing cry is. We should take some precautions, just in case.

Nero: Y'never know what it wants outta makin' ya fall asleep. Maybe Heath got hit extra hard since he's kinda sensitive to things like this?

Heathcliff: Yaaawn…you might be onto something…

Nero: Ahaha, there's confirmation from the guy himself. Heeey, you okay…? Yaaawn. Damn, now I'm getting sleepy, too.

Faust: Pull yourselves together. This world and the creatures that live in it were all given form by that girl. I doubt that any of them are particularly dangerous, but we should still…mmf.

Nero: Huh…? Hey, Teach, did you just hold back a yawn?

Faust: That was just a coincidence. Anyways, isn't the light pointing into the water? We should get our hands on the piece of that girl's memories before anyone gets any sleepier than we already are.

Nero: So you are feelin' sleepy.

Next Chapter

[suspicious-andou]

Hey Andou!! You know I have to request my darling Jin Grandet. 😏❤

I would love some declared-love smut, involving the phrase, "Purr for daddy Jin" (the product of a fun conversion between Mary Ellen and I 😆). And I would love for it to be femme!reader x suitor!

I'm so excited to see all of your creations! 🥰😁

Hii hiiii heres some papi jin content for you, i hope i’ve done alright.

I'ts You, Not Me.

Pairing: Jin Grandet x Reader

Rating: Explicit 🔞

Tags: Breeding, Creampie, Slight Daddy Kink, Nipple Play, Outdoor, Straight Up Smut

“I love you”

“Hm?”

Jin had invited himself to take a nap on your lap moments ago, while you were enjoying your book under the tree’s shade. You thought he was sound asleep until he muttered out those words. It’s not like he never declared his love for you.. it’s just one of those moments where those words would slip out of his mouth subconsciously.

His red-wine eyes shot open, meeting your (e/c) orbs.

“Ah“ he muttered, caught off guard by his own words

“Say that again Jin, i didn’t hear you” you said, trying to hold back a smile.

“Nahh, it’s nothing”, He said as he closed his eyes again, pretending to go back to sleep.

You did in fact hear him the first time, but you really wanted to say it again as it made you feel all fuzzy inside. Surprisingly, he does get embarrassed when he says these things subconsciously as you would usually end up teasing him for it, and you found this side of him incredibly cute.

Feeling that giddiness take over, you couldn’t help but hug his face while squealing in delight, causing his resting form to jolt slightly at the sudden impact

“Awww, you’re so cute! No one would have guessed that the first prince of rhodolite had this side of him- eep!”

You squeezed him, chest practically burying his face, which he rudely interrupted by groping one of your clothed breast, mouth trying to suck on the other. You whined out softly, not exactly protesting as it’s not like you hated it or anything, it’s just such an unfair move. He always knew how to shut you up when you had the upper hand.

Sliding a hand into the gap between the hem of your top and your chest, mouth still on the other, he flicked around with your now hardened nipple with his thumb, followed by a light pinch, earning a gasp from you.

“Nn.. meanie” you protested , earning a chuckle from Jin

“Alright, alright, nap times over” Jin said as he stopped fumbling with your breast, stretching his form before sitting up with his back against the tree. He patted his lap gesturing you to sit on it.

“Come, sit here (Y/N) ”

Biting your lower lip, you obliged. You propped yourself on top of his lap, slowly lowering yourself, your clothed heat coming in contact with his bulge causing him to groan. Without any hesitation, he gripped both of your hip, pushing you down onto his bulge, purposely grinding on your clit

“Your the cute one here (Y/N), not me. Remember that, unless you want me to keep reminding you?”

He attacked your neck with a series of gentle kisses trailing his tongue down to you breasts. He yanked down the hem of your top causing your breasts to spill out, swirling his tongue on your nipple, causing you to jolt.

He made sure to take turns, sucking on the other nipple, while his other hand boldly slid into your now damp underwear. Collecting your essence, he plunged his fingers into your core causing you to choke out a moan, the way his finger roughly stretching you out was enough to cause tears of pleasure spill down your rosy cheeks

“See?” He whispered sensually in your ear, before gently blowing air into your ear, shivers running down your spine

“H-hah, fine! im sorry nnn..” you moaned out at his mercy, which he finally retracted his finger out, followed by him clumsily rustling through his pants, allowing his thick member to spring up, coming in contact with your now bare core. Giving you a gentle kiss on your now tear strained cheek, he poked the blunt of his tip against your entrance.

“Hey.. its alright, I was messing with you. You’re just- God, you’re just too cute” he reassured feeling his self control slowly dissipate as he plunged himself into your awaiting hole in one thrust which welcomed him wholly. Just before you could moan out loud, he silenced you with a fierce kiss, swallowing down your sweet noises. Not wanting to cause any discomfort, he bounced you up down gently, letting you adjust yourself with his thick member buried inside of you, huffing out at the sensation of your core squeezing him tightly.

“Nn.. yes just like that. Purr for daddy Jin exactly like that” he groaned out in between lapping your now swollen lip, feeling you suddenly clench on him.

“Ah? You like that, do you? hm?” he whispered, bouncing you faster on his length causing you to clasp a hand onto you mouth.

“You can’t be a daddy- nghh! Without a child, silly” you protested in between moans

“Then i’ll plant one in you” he whispered, which once again, your core responded by clenching on his member

"N-not a bad idea.." yo breathed out

What?? You actually didn't mind??

Before you could register what had happen, you were now laying on the garden's grass whille Jin was pressing on top of you with a bewildered expression.

"Oh..? You don't mind, you say?"

You looked at him with lust hazed and teary eyes, shaking your head desperately.

Thats all he needed to know before the last strain of his self control decided to snap.

Roughly pushing your legs on both sides of your head, he hammered himself into your wet cavern.

This is how you liked it, rough and raw. The loud slapping noises and squelching was enough to mute out any background noises, and in a way, it felt so wrong but so good having Jin breed you like theres no tommorow, outside, in broad daylight

"Good girl (Y/N)! Let everyone know that the first prince of rhodolite is putting a baby inside his lady!"

Once more, his attention was directed at your breasts, roughly pinching on one of them, causing you to choke out a loud moan, as if you already weren't moaning loud enough for the whole country to know what is going on.

"Ill make your tits full of milk, so take it all..hngh!"

With one last rough thrust, he pushed himself deep enough for his tip to kiss your cervix releasing his thick white spurts directly into your womb which you gladly accepted spasming againsts his member as your own orgasm washed over you.

Feeling yourself finally relax, Jin gave you a gentle kiss on your cheek

"Were going to have to do it a few more times to ensure a baby inside you.."

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(Yves had to cancel his tea party due to the disgracefull activities that took place outside x.x)

[idv-news-boi]

You feel a small sharp feeling on your ankle! Looking down… Bartie! What is he holding???

It’s Cupid’s arrow!!! How did he get that??? You start to feel a little funny…. A few things could happen

-if you already love someone, you feel the need to go confess or remind them of your love!

-if you don’t, you will (temporarily) fall in love with the first person you come across!

-if romance isn’t your thing, you’ll be filled with self love!!!

….

That hurts-

!!!

Suddenly… Laurence craves to hold his lovers + homies Phineas & Leroy.

“LauLau, hey-“ Phineas was about to greet the approaching Laurence until he got caught by the shorter man’s embrace, “O-Oh???” <33 the showman makes a sound, yet doesn’t seem to question about his bro’s motives. So he ends up giving the shorter one a squeeze while embracing back. Chuckling.

…

“Oh, Laurence! My love! Happy Val-“ Law was about to cheer by the sight of his beloved reporter who caught him off with a hug, leaning his head on the gambler’s shoulder as his cold breath brushes over his neck, “…!!!!” ///

…

“…” Exe could hear footsteps approaching from behind- he didn’t bother turning around as he feels familiar arms wrapping around his torso while feeling his hair tickling his back. “…Mm.” He returns the hug by giving the survivor counterpart a pat on the arm.

…

Rue didn’t respond much either, noticing how Laurence slowly circles her before holding on her waist, slowly circling her with his arms into a hug. Before squeezing her softly, “…Laurence?” He didn’t say much before he leans the side on his face on top of the crown of her head.

…

“O-Oh, Laurence-“ Beth notices the blonde American but was too late to even finish her sentence as she gets covered by bigger arms that are freezing her, as small sniffs can be heard against her head. Laurence seeming to smell her sweet scent on her hair, “…E-Eep!”

…

“Oh, Laurence? What bring you here-“ Laurence was about to hug Melissa, who quickly stopped him by grabbing both of his arms with her hands and pinned him against the wall, “…What are you doing?” Laurence didn’t say much besides a loving smile he has been wearing throughout the time, before giving a kiss on Melissa’s forehead at the end.

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“Oh, handsome!” Tatya chirps when Laurence manages to find her, who doesn’t seem to question why the heck she brought Bartholomew to stab him with an arrow- but hey, he’ll thank the lil buddy later though. Nonetheless, Tatya wasn’t prepared by the second Laurence starts picking her up and swing her around happily into an embrace. Before he stops… and breaths out as he becomes more relaxed in Tatya’s warmth, “…O-Oh, silly! At least warm me before you carry me like some princess from the movies!”

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“Laurence! Hello, I wasn’t expecting you to visit tod-“ Leroy couldn’t finish explaining as he gets engulfed into a big bear hug by the reporter, swinging side to side which makes it look a very funny yet pure intent, yet if there was an audience around, it would look like they’re doing a little dance while Lau is hugging him. “Aww… you can just ask me if you wanted hugs.” <33

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“…No.” Angel quickly rejects with the voice of Wisteria, knowing what Lau is doing. So instead, Laurence respectfully holds the other’s hand before gently planting a kiss, seeming as a courteous gesture as the American doesn’t stop staring at the Spaniard while doing so. “Take a picture, and it’ll last longer,” Angel sarcastically says, but to his dismay- The journalist did do what he said;;;

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“… Come in, honey.” Rosalyn calmly says as Laurence is permitted to enter her garden. While trying not to look weird as he approaches her, he slowly gets behind her before softly holding her in his arms. As if she can break at any moment. The other slowly returned the embrace, wondering why the other is suddenly so quiet yet affection. Before she can even ask, she turned around, it was too late for her to realize Lau’s face hovering hers- before a soft smooch can be heard from the Reporter’s part. “…A-Ah.” Rosalyn slowly turned into a tomato in the process… yet, she pulled Laurence back into another kiss, making his lips stay a bit longer;;;

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“…”

Last but not least, Laurence quietly stares at the picture frame of a young girl, a plate sign on the frame saying “Bianca” in it.

It was a few minutes of him silently admiring the picture with longing eyes, putting two fingers on his lips. Before gently placing those two fingers on the picture.

“I love you… I’ll always do.”