#I mean this in a totally playful way my dears

[yanderemommabean]

ive had a thought about yandere sugar daddy like 👀👀👀 the chaos but also yes pls take care of me hehe

You tell him to fuck off and he keeps coming back. You don’t want his money, you don’t ask for it, that night was just a one night stand but he doesn’t really take your answers unless it’s yes.

He insists. Persists more than anything. You thank him for the gifts and even send some back but he simply won’t back off.

You think maybe if you sleep with him again it’ll get out of his system, so you have an admittedly mind blowing and earth shaking night together, but by morning you suddenly have a few thousand in your bank account and a cheeky smile greeting you when you throw a mug towards him in the kitchen.

“Oh hello! Anyway so about your plans tomorrow- if I pay you now care to cancel them? I’d love to have that time for me and you, business trips over seas get me jittery and you know just how to fix me up”.

“I don’t want your money” you sneer, blanket wrapped around your body as you try and explain this as thoroughly as possible, to get it through his thick skull. “I thought big business men like you would love a no strings attached thing anyway! Look just- stop, stop with the finance and everything. I mean it’s appreciated but not wanted. How am I even supposed to explain this to my tax guys?!?”

All you get in return is a snort, the man just sips from his drink and shakes his head. “Seems I owe Victoria that dinner in Paris” he murmurs “I forget the common folk can’t just pay off any issues. But this is your chance isn’t it? Just a bit of fun between the two of us for a while? “

Something about those words seemed hollow at best. With how hard he worked to break your walls down and get you back in bed, you were sure there was more than just playful fun. No. Those eyes held something more sinister, more dangerous.

“Fine. I’ll give you three months and we’re done. I’m also changing my bank account information and getting a new one entirely” you say as you turn around to get dressed and not look like you went through a bad dry cycle in the laundry room. You were too exhausted to try and think of anything else to say to him anyway.

He just smirks, reaching to pull you a mug down that wasn’t shattered in the sink behind him. His fingers brush over the ceramic as he thinks about when to get a matching pair. Maybe for Christmas? Valentine’s Day? Whichever fits the best.

Oh you’re so cute to think you can set a deadline with him. So precious. No, you dear sweet succulent being, no. You’re his. He isn’t letting you go. If anything, since he finally lured you back, his grip is tighter, more possessive.

He wonders if you’ll like the room he’s planning on building soon. Just for you. Then while you’re with him he can spoil you as he pleases, you don’t get to turn off your phone and ignore him all day then.

He’ll get to lavish you like you deserve. Maybe even spoil himself too if he’s honest, as he has a bit of an addiction to watching you fall apart from his touch and his words. Your eyes just look so pretty when they roll back like that!

-Mommabean (shush I’m not unhinged you are! Totally! I’m sooo not foaming at the mouth for this pshh no way! )

[gliphyartfan]

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Second rewrite suggestion by dear anon here

Original: Here

Enjoy~!

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There were…countless things Wild loved about (y/n).

It was almost ridiculous how often he found himself cataloging all the little things about her that made his heart flutter. He could talk about her forever, listing every trait in alphabetical order, by importance, or even by the time of the memory.

And as much as he tried to convince himself that he loved all of her equally, there were some things that climbed up his list a little faster than others.

And some things shot up the list as though they had wings.

Right now was one of those moments.

“Don’t look!”

Wild, who had been trailing a step behind her, couldn’t hide the grin spreading across his face as she covered her ears. “But it’s so cute!” he teased, his voice light and playful. “I can’t believe it took me this long to notice!”

“It is not!” she retorted, cheeks flushing as she pressed her hands even more tightly over her ears.

Wild had to admit, her shyness was something he never got tired of. It was charming, the way she seemed so genuinely flustered by his compliments even though he showered her with them whenever he got the chance.

And, like clockwork, he knew just what to say to bring out that reaction he loved so much.

“Aw, come on,” he teased, tilting his head as he watched her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Just admit it. You’re adorable when you get all flustered.”

She shot him a half hearted glare, but the way her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of pink completely ruined the effect. Wild’s grin only widened as he leaned a little closer. “It’s turning into one of my favorite things about you, you know,” he murmured.

“Oh, please stop…” she whined, covering her ears even harder, but her blush betrayed the shy smile tugging at her lips.

Wild chuckled, thoroughly enjoying every second of her reaction.. Her ears gave an involuntary twitch, something he noticed happened whenever she was especially embarrassed (or was it when she was happy? Than again, she tended to be flustered when she was given affection…so maybe both? He wouldn’t be surprised if the answer was all three), and he could feel his heart skip a beat.

He’d barely known it was possible for ears to wiggle, but she had proven him wrong.

“That’s not gonna last forever, you know,” he teased, leaning in just a bit more. “Sooner or later, you’re going to get used to it.”

She peeked at him from between her fingers, and he could see the flicker of defiance in her gaze. “I… I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it,” she mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

“Good,” he replied with a grin. “Because I think it’s adorable.”

Her blush deepened, and her ears twitched again. Wild bit back a laugh, trying to maintain a semblance of composure. “See? You’re doing it again. The ears.”

“Stop pointing it out!” she squeaked, covering her face entirely.

“All right, all right, I’ll stop,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. He took a deep breath, calming himself, and put on a more serious expression. “See? I’m not laughing. Totally serious.”

She lowered her hands just enough to shoot him a doubtful look. Wild nodded, still holding that ‘serious’ expression, until finally, she let her guard down and removed her hands from her ears.

He held the silence for a beat, keeping his face as composed as he could. And then…

“You look so cute when you blush~” he whispered.

“WILD!” Her hands flew back to her ears, her cheeks a furious red as she turned away from him in frustration.

Wild laughed, unable to contain it anymore, his shoulders shaking with mirth. “I can’t help it! I mean, look at you! Your ears are practically begging to be told how adorable you are.”

She shot him a helpless look, trying her best to glare, though it came across as more of a pout. “You’re impossible,” she muttered, her voice almost too soft to hear.

“Oh, I know,” he replied breezily, gathering his share of the firewood they’d collected. He gave her a cheeky grin. “But don’t worry. I won’t tell the others. Your secret’s safe with me.”

She eyed him suspiciously. “Promise?”

He raised his hand solemnly, as if taking an oath. “Promise.”

Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer before she finally relaxed, letting out a quiet sigh. Satisfied, Wild turned and started back toward camp, his smirk hidden as he heard her footsteps behind him.

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By the time they arrived back at camp, (y/n) had fully dropped her guard, convinced that Wild’s teasing was over. She settled down against a tree, watching as he began preparing the evening meal with an air of complete innocence. She had nearly forgotten about the earlier embarrassment, content as she watched him cook, the quiet warmth of the campfire settling over them.

It was only when he finally sat down beside her that he struck.

“So….(y/n)’s ears flapped when I told her she was cute~”

Her eyes widened, and her face immediately turned red again. “WILD!”

His grin was absolutely shameless as he ignored her embarrassed sputtering.

“I knew I wasn’t seeing things!” Wind piped up, looking absolutely delighted, much to (y/n)’s exasperation.

(y/n) covered her face with her hands again, her voice muffled as she groaned, “You promised…”

Wild shrugged, giving her an innocent look. “Technically, I never said how long the promise would last.”

“That’s just cheap!!”

“Oh I know~”

“Oh, come on, tell us more!” Wind’s voice was practically bouncing with excitement, and the others looked up with interest, clearly intrigued.

“No, do NOT tell them more!” She protested.

“Wait, wait—” Legend cut in, crossing his arms and arching an eyebrow. “I don’t believe you, Cook. Sounds like you’re making things up just to mess with her.”

Wild put a hand on his chest in mock offense. “Me? Lie? How insulting! Why would I lie about something as adorable as (y/n)?”

Legend snorted, shaking his head. “Sure you would. All talk, no proof.”

Wild grinned, glancing over at (y/n), who was still hiding her face in her hands. He leaned forward, his voice lowering to a soft, sincere tone. “You really should have been there, Legend. She looked like an angel, all blushes and soft smiles. It’s rare to see someone so naturally beautiful.”

Her face turned an even deeper shade of red, and she slowly peeked out from behind her hands, completely disarmed by the gentle sincerity in his compliment. Her ears gave a soft twitch, and she quickly buried her face again, this time in her lap, her shoulders curling inward as though she were trying to make herself as small as possible.

Wind’s eyes sparkled with glee as he leaned forward. “Really? I wish I’d seen it!”

“Guys, please…” she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

Legend raised an eyebrow, finally smirking. “I suppose you’re telling the truth then, Cook. But really, next time, bring us proof.”

Wild’s grin widened. “Oh, I’ll keep that in mind.” He leaned a little closer to (y/n), his tone turning teasing again. “Hey, don’t hide. We all just think you’re adorable.”

Her hands clenched a little tighter around her knees. “This is so embarrassing…”

“Why?” Warriors chimed in, chuckling. “You’re surrounded by people who think you’re the cutest thing in the world. How is that embarrassing?”

She shook her head, groaning softly. “It’s just… too much…”

Legend rolled his eyes but smirked. “Guess Cook was right. You really do get flustered easily.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Wild said with a chuckle, thoroughly enjoying himself.

“All right, that’s enough,” Time interjected, though the amusement in his eyes was unmistakable. “Let her breathe.”

(y/n) looked up at him, relief flooding her expression as she offered him a small, grateful smile. “Thank you, Time—”

“…But for what it’s worth, you really do look beautiful when you blush,.”

Her eyes widened, and the camp fell silent for a heartbeat before everyone burst into laughter again.

“TIME!”

The group’s laughter echoed around the campsite as she finally gave up, setting her bowl aside and burying her face in her arms. Her ears were flapping uncontrollably, her mouth twisting into a mix of a frown and a smile.

Wild chuckled, pulling his cloak around her shoulders and wrapping his arms around her, holding her close in a silent apology. “Sorry,” he murmured softly, his voice warm and affectionate. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”

She sighed, nuzzling into his chest, her fingers clutching his cloak in forgiveness. “You’re lucky I don’t stay mad for long,” she mumbled, her voice muffled but affectionate. “You’re a jerk.”

“I know.” He said smiling.

Wind pouted from his spot across the campfire. “No fair! I want to cuddle with her too!”

Wild just grinned, holding (y/n) a little tighter as the group settled down.

Dinner ended in laughter, lighthearted teasing, and half hearted whining.

And a blushing girl.

[silvermarley]

Hello there! For your 400+ followers event, may I request an Obey me! Mammon who is so incredibly in love with an MC that doesn't feel pretty? After she/they acknowledge it or he realizes how she/they feel, he's determined to make her/them feel otherwise (This has nothing to do with my own traumas. What are you talking about?).

You can do it NSFW or simply Fluff, and AFAB reader or gn!neutral, that's really up to you.

If you decide to do this one, please feel free to tag me if you want to, so I won't miss it. Also, it's totally fine if you don't want to write it.

I hope you have a great week!

I wholeheartedly see mammon being like that 😭 but anyways, I hope yours is too <3 @treasureofmammon

Warnings: angst to fluff, comfort, mammon in so in love aw

A/N: dear lord I was so unmotivated but I’m back with this

You’ve always held yourself in low self esteem. Even when you got to the Devildom. If there would be anyone who would notice your dismay regarding your looks, it would be your “first” right?

Of course. Your first man, and the one meant to protect you, Mammon. He notices the little things.

It all started when he would notice how you put yourself down in what you hid as a solely joking manner. You two were just lounging around in your room, watching “some show” you put on (so he tries to tell himself, but he’s actually invested in it and refuses to admit it). And the female lead character is shown modeling for a clothing brand. You frown to yourself, wishing you could be as stunning as she is.

“I wish I was her.” You joke, although the meaning of your words was lacking in humor.

Mammon glanced over at you and then back to the screen. “Ya want to model or somethin’?” He asked, the true meaning lost on him.

You shrug, leaving the statement out in the air. His eyes fall back to you. Oh. You weren’t smiling, as someone who just made a playful comment would.

He didn’t quite understand why you would say that in such a way if you weren’t jesting about it. From that moment on, he would listen for alternative messages in your words. Mammon may be a little.. slow at noticing the undertones of what you say. But he picks up on it.

He’s not one to confront someone about their emotional state. But you are a different case. You’re the one he adores, the one that it’s so painfully obvious that he’s in love with to anyone that sees the two of you. You’re his beloved.

The state of your mindset clicks with him when he catches you staring at yourself in the your mirror, which was propped up against the wall. You were fumbling with your clothing to make yourself possibly look better while also moving your hair around to see if that helps, with no luck. Along with that, you were almost obsessively staring at your face, scrutinizing how you look.

Your mind were a mess. A jumble of thoughts reminding you that you don’t feel pretty. You were so in your head that you didn’t notice him. Mammon leans on the doorframe as he watched you do that for a moment, seeing that to his dismay he was right about something being wrong.

“MC?” He calls out, making you jump from where you stood and snapping you out of your thoughts. “You doin’ alright?” He inquired, the question rhetorical because he knew you were acting off.

“Uhm..-yeah!” You try to smile to hide how you felt moments ago. “Why do you ask?”

The demon now stood right next to you, his face oddly serious. “What’s really goin’ on with you?” Before you tried to cover for yourself he spoke again. “Don’t lie.. clearly there’s somethin’ on your mind.”

You looked down. You really couldn’t lie to him when he confronted you like this. The thoughts from before still swirled in your head. Though.. the caring tone of his voice alone made you want to spill. But you didn’t want to cry right now. You couldn’t.

The tears flowed faster than you could stop it. “Am I pretty to you..?” Your voice waivers. You plop down on your bed, shoulders slumped and you can’t even look at him.

His eyes widen a little as he sat next to you. “What..?” He couldn’t believe you just asked that. You, who was the prettiest girl he has laid eyes on. You, who captivated him the day you met by the moment he saw you. You, who makes his heart flutter on the daily when he so much as sees you. And yet here you were asking him if he thought you were pretty.

His question was left unanswered as you sniffled and laid your head on your knees. Fuck, how couldn’t he notice sooner you thought this way?

He places a comforting hand on arm. “MC.. can ya look at me? Please?”

You hesitantly lift your head. The tear filled e/c eyes he could get lost in finally met his gaze once more. He smiled a little before returning to a more calm-serious expression. “You’re more than pretty to me..” he said, his cheeks rosy as he continues, “Y-You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever seen.”

It was like he needed to confess this, given the timing and the overwhelming feelings he has for you even as you cry. He never wants to see you like this. Even at your worst times, he can’t help but fall harder. His heart is pounding and there was so many things he wanted to say. But instead of rambling or trying to play it cool by denying his love for you (as a tsundere does), he takes one of your hands and places it on his chest.

“Feel that? I… I get like this just from being around you. E-Even just seeing you.” The sincerity in his tone made your tears begin to slow down. You sniffled, in awe of his words. You wanted to believe him, but you couldn’t quite yet.

“Mammon..” is all you managed to murmur. He held your hand on his chest with his above your own for a bit longer, before shifting it to his lap where he softly grasped it. Almost like he didn’t want to let go.

“I think you’re beautiful, ya know?” He cleared his throat, looking away embarrassingly as you stared at him. “So stop puttin’ yourself down like that..”

Your legs fell back down to where you were now in a normal seated position. Mammon’s kind words made you feel some sort of comfort in yourself. While you still didn’t quite think you’re pretty, it helped.

What he wasn’t expecting was for you to lean your head on his shoulder, squeezing his hand in gratitude. “Thanks..”

He melts at this, his heart leaping. Now, he knew that this wouldn’t mean you automatically think differently. And that only made him want to try harder to convince you that you’re absolutely stunning. The demon knew he was positively whipped for you, and he was determined to eventually make you see yourself as he sees you. No matter how long it takes.

[muiitoloko]

hellooo 💘 sorry for asking, I'm studying for an important chemistry test that I have tomorrow, and I really need some Eli comfort 🫠 Idk if you feel inspired or just if you want, could we have a good fuck post-exam? like, reader has some chemistry exam and when she gets home to him he's happy and proud because his sweet girl passed the exam 🫠and idk just some fuck lost-exam still in Eli's style but with praise and love because they're both happy? 🫠 (I swear if that's not gonna be me tomorrow I'm gonna scream) plus, could I ask for some comfort after the "love-making"? 🫠🫠

only if you want to, of course 💘💘

Title: Experiments

Summary: Eli performs experiments after you pass the chemistry test.

Pairing: Eli Michaelson × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut

Author's note: Hey there! No need to apologize at all! Chemistry tests can be a real pain in the molecule, right? 😅 But hey, I'm totally down to whip up a post-exam celebration with Eli! And good luck on your chemistry exam! 🎉💕

As you burst into your happy home, the exhilaration of your victory bubbling up inside you, you couldn't contain your excitement. With a triumphant whoop, you threw your backpack aside and launched into your victory dance, your movements filled with infectious energy as you twirled and spun around the room.

Eli, startled from where he was lounging on the couch, raised an eyebrow at your antics, his hair ruffled as he turned his eyes towards you. But as he caught sight of your beaming smile and exuberant movements, a knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. If you were this happy, it could only mean one thing – you must have passed your chemistry test, the one you were so nervous about just yesterday.

Turning off the TV, Eli rose from the couch and made his way over to you, his movements languid and confident as he approached. You continued to dance in a whirlwind of joy, barely able to contain your excitement as Eli reached you, his presence towering over you like a commanding force.

"How did the test go?" Eli inquired, his voice laced with amusement as he watched you revel in your victory.

Without hesitation, you threw yourself at him, shouting in his ear that you passed with flying colors. Eli's smirk widened into a grin as he wrapped his arms around you, congratulating you in his own arrogant way.

"Of course, you passed," he declared, his baritone voice dripping with confidence. "After all, I've been your private teacher. It would have been a disappointment if you hadn't."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his arrogance, but in that moment, you were too happy and relieved to care. You pulled away from him, excitement coursing through your veins as you declared your intention to celebrate.

"I don't care how I passed," you exclaimed, laughter bubbling up inside you. "I'm just happy it's over! Let's go celebrate!"

But before you could make a move towards the door, Eli's hand shot out, gripping your wrist with a wicked gleam in his eye. A mischievous smirk played on his lips as he pulled you back towards him, his voice low and suggestive.

"Not so fast, my dear," he purred, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I have a few ideas on how we can celebrate this victory."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the suggestive tone in his voice. Despite his arrogance, there was an undeniable allure to Eli's confidence, and a part of you couldn't help but be intrigued by what he had in mind.

"Oh, really?" you teased, a playful smirk dancing on your lips. "And what exactly did you have in mind, Professor?"

Eli's grin widened into a smirk as he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. His voice was a low, seductive whisper that sent shivers down your spine.

"Let's just say," he murmured, his words sending a thrill of anticipation through you, "that I have a few experiments in mind that require some... hands-on attention."

Your cheeks flushed with excitement as Eli's suggestive words sank in, igniting a fire of desire deep within you. With a coy smile, you leaned in close, your lips brushing against his as you whispered your agreement.

"Lead the way, Professor," you murmured, your voice filled with playful anticipation. "I'm all yours."

With a playful smile, you followed Eli as he led you towards his private office, the dim lighting casting shadows across the room. The air was charged with tension, anticipation crackling between you as you exchanged heated glances.

Once inside, Eli wasted no time in taking charge, his demeanor commanding and confident as he beckoned you closer. His hair caught the faint light, giving him an almost ethereal aura as he turned to face you, his brown eyes smoldering with desire.

"Now, my dear," he began, his baritone voice sending shivers down your spine, "let's get started on our little celebration, shall we?"

You nodded eagerly, unable to tear your gaze away from him as he approached, his presence filling the room with an intoxicating energy. With a smirk, Eli reached out, his fingers trailing along your jawline with a feather-light touch that sent a jolt of electricity through you.

"First experiment," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours in a tantalizing kiss, "the chemistry between us."

His kiss was like a spark igniting a flame, passion flaring between you as you melted into each other's embrace. His hands roamed your body with a hunger that left you breathless, his touch setting your skin ablaze with desire.

With a growl of approval, Eli pressed you against the nearest surface, his body pressing against yours with an urgency that mirrored your own. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the scent of his cologne mingling with the heady aroma of arousal that filled the air.

As he claimed your lips in a searing kiss, you couldn't help but moan against him, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. The kiss was passionate and intense, a silent affirmation of the desire that burned between you.

But Eli wasn't satisfied with just kissing. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he trailed kisses down your neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands roamed lower, skimming over your curves with a possessiveness that left you weak at the knees.

"Experiment number two," he murmured against your skin, his breath hot against your ear, "exploring every inch of your body."

With a gasp, you arched into his touch, your body craving more of his delicious torment. His fingers danced over your skin with practiced skill, teasing and taunting as he drove you to the brink of madness.

But Eli wasn't done yet. With a smirk, he sank to his knees before you, his eyes dark with desire as he trailed kisses down your abdomen. His hands slipped under your shirt, pushing it up to expose your skin to his hungry gaze.

"Experiment number three," he whispered, his voice low and husky, "tasting every inch of you."

He pulled your jeans down, along with your panties, exposing you to him. You couldn't help but laugh lightly at his haste and forgetfulness. In his eagerness, he had overlooked the simple fact that shoes come off before pants.

"Looks like someone's a little too excited," you teased, your laughter bubbling up as Eli grumbled and undid the laces of your sneakers. With a playful grin, you kicked off your shoes, sending them carelessly over your shoulder, revealing your white socks before stepping out of your pants and panties.

Climbing onto his desk that was conveniently behind you, you spread your legs for him, a mischievous glint in your eyes. Eli's brown eyes darkened with desire as he purred contentedly, holding your knees and urging you to spread your legs even wider for him.

Kissing the inside of your thighs, he praised you for passing the test, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You smart girl, but that's to be expected, isn't it? Having a genius like me as your tutor."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his self-assured tone, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. "Stop being such an arrogant bastard," you teased, your voice low and sultry. "And start working to please me."

With a wicked grin, Eli complied, his lips trailing kisses up your inner thighs, his touch sending shivers of anticipation coursing through you. As he reached your core, his tongue flicked out teasingly, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from your lips.

"Oh, Eli," you moaned, your voice filled with need as he began to explore every inch of you with his tongue. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you as he worshipped you with his mouth.

As Eli delved deeper into his exploration of your most intimate parts, his arrogance only seemed to intensify, fueling the fire of desire that burned between you. His tongue worked magic, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body as he worshipped you with his mouth.

"You like that, don't you?" he purred, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "Being pleasured by a man of my caliber."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his arrogance, but deep down, you couldn't deny the thrill of being at the mercy of such a confident and skilled lover. With a playful smirk, you reached down, tangling your fingers in his hair and urging him to go deeper.

"Keep talking, Professor," you teased, your voice laced with desire. "But let your actions do the talking for you."

Eli chuckled against your skin, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through you as he continued his ministrations. His hands roamed your body with a possessiveness that left you breathless, his touch igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you whole.

With each flick of his tongue, each gentle caress of his fingers, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. But Eli was a master of control, his movements calculated and precise as he teased you mercilessly, drawing out your pleasure until you were begging for release.

"Please, Eli," you moaned, your voice a desperate plea for more. "I need you... I need to come."

But Eli was in no rush to grant your request. With a wicked grin, he pulled away from you, leaving you panting and desperate for more. His brown eyes smoldered with desire as he surveyed you, his gaze filled with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine.

"Not yet, my dear," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "I want to savor every moment of this."

With a devilish gleam in his eyes, Eli rose to his feet, his presence towering over you like a commanding force. He shed his own clothes with deliberate slowness, each movement calculated to drive you wild with desire.

As he stood before you, completely naked and unapologetically confident, you couldn't help but admire the sight before you. His hair caught the dim light, giving him an almost ethereal aura as he approached, his thick body and muscular beneath the soft glow.

As Eli positioned himself between your legs, his hair tousled and his brown eyes smoldering with desire, you couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation course through you. With trembling hands, you reached up and began to remove your shirt, the fabric clinging to your skin in the warmth of the room.

Throwing it aside, you worked on the clasp of your bra, your fingers fumbling slightly with the delicate mechanism as Eli teased you with the tip of his dick. His touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, your breath hitching in your throat as you struggled to maintain your composure.

With a hand on your knee, Eli rubbed the tip of his dick against your clit, his movements slow and deliberate as he teased you mercilessly. You couldn't help but moan at the sensation, your body aching with need as you yearned for more of his touch.

Finally freeing your breasts from the confines of your bra, you reached out and clung to Eli's shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you pulled him closer. His smirk widened into a grin as he reveled in the power he held over you, his confidence unwavering as he prepared to take you to new heights of pleasure.

"Experiment number four," he purred, his voice low and commanding, "fucking you until you beg to come on my dick."

With those dirty words, Eli wasted no time in plunging into you, his movements fierce and determined as he claimed you as his own. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, pleasure coursing through you as he filled you completely.

With each powerful thrust, Eli drove you closer and closer to the edge, his pace relentless as he pounded into you with abandon. You clung to him desperately, your moans filling the air as pleasure consumed your senses.

"Please," you begged, your voice barely a whisper as you pleaded for release. "I need to come... Please, Professor, make me come."

But Eli was in no rush to grant your request. With a wicked grin, he slowed his pace, drawing out your pleasure until you were practically trembling with need. His movements were calculated and precise, each thrust driving you to new heights of ecstasy.

"Say my name," he commanded, his voice low and commanding as he filled you completely. "Beg for it, my dear. Beg for me to make you come."

You nodded eagerly, unable to deny the overwhelming desire that consumed you. With each thrust, each touch, you felt yourself teetering on the edge, your need for release driving you to the brink of madness.

"Eli," you moaned, your voice a desperate plea for more. "Please, make me come. I need you... I need you to fuck me until I can't think straight."

With a triumphant grin, Eli quickened his pace, his movements becoming more frenzied as he drove you closer and closer to the edge. You clung to him desperately, your nails digging into his skin as pleasure washed over you in waves.

And then, with one final thrust, you felt yourself hurtling over the edge, pleasure consuming you completely as you cried out Eli's name. He followed you into oblivion, his own release echoing yours as you both surrendered to the intensity of your passion.

As you lay together in the aftermath, the room filled with the sound of your heavy breathing and the lingering echoes of your pleasure. Eli held you close, his arms wrapped around you protectively as you basked in the warmth of each other's presence.

"Experiment successful," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "But I think we'll need to repeat it... for science, of course."

You laughed breathlessly, your heart overflowing with happiness as you snuggled closer to him. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth and intimacy of Eli's embrace, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, bound by a love that transcended everything else.

And as the two of you spent a few happy moments just like that, clinging to each other in the aftermath of your passionate encounter, Eli finally pulled away from you, his gaze lingering on the sight of his cum leaking out of you. But he didn't pay much attention to it before picking you up, bridal style, eliciting laughter from you as you clung to him, questioning what he was doing.

"Where are you taking me?" you asked, amusement evident in your voice as Eli smirked down at you.

"To the bedroom, of course," he replied with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

But as he walked down the hallway, Eli suddenly stopped, his gaze softening in a way you had never seen before. His hair caught the light, giving him an almost ethereal aura as he looked at you with a tenderness that took your breath away.

"I'm proud of you, you know," he said softly, his baritone voice filled with sincerity. "For passing the test, even though I already knew you would."

You smiled up at him, touched by his words. "Is that because you're such a great teacher?" you teased, knowing full well how arrogant Eli could be.

But he shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "No, it's because you're a smart and dedicated girl," he replied, his tone surprisingly gentle. "I knew you would pass because you're capable of anything you set your mind to."

You softened at his words, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you," you whispered, grateful for his support and encouragement.

Eli smiled to himself, his arrogance returning in full force as he straightened his shoulders. "Well, you wouldn't have done it without me, of course," he declared, his smirk back in place as he continued down the hallway towards the bedroom.

Rolling your eyes at his arrogance, you couldn't help but laugh at your boyfriend's antics. He may be an arrogant bastard, but he was your arrogant bastard, and you wouldn't have him any other way.

Snuggling against him as he carried you towards the bedroom, you let yourself relax into his embrace, content in the knowledge that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, bound by a love that transcended everything else.

[wisteria-prompts]

Hi! 👋 I enjoy your work a lot! 🩷 Could you do Haganezuka and Muzan x chubby female reader with breeding kink? These two are my favourites. 🥰 Remember to take care of yourself and rest a lot! 🩵🫂

Thank you! As a heavier person myself, it warms the heart to see requests for this. As a disclaimer, any word choices in this are based off of the positive connotations I have for them. None of them are meant as insults or in degrading ways.

(Doing headcanons cause that’s what the brain worm has blessed me with.)

Breeding Kink HCs W/ Chubby!Reader

Muzan Kibutsuji

King of demons, and of breeding kinks.

While he tends to go for wives who are on the skinnier side to keep up with appearances and social norms of the time, his own personal preferences lie in mid-to-heavy set women.

And it’s not just because they have more nutritional value

Especially likes having you sit on his lap when in his female form, the both of you all dolled up and looking elegant and poised as all get-out.

Definitely digs his fingers into your hips as much as possible when he has you in his arms, feeling for the fat there almost obsessively. Just really likes having you tangibly in his hands, and your extra weight is comforting to him in a way.

It also means he doesn’t have to be as gentle, he can just grab you and it won’t hurt as much as it would with someone who didn’t have the cushion.

Is obsessed with having you ride him, feeling you drop down repeatedly on his cock in such a way that has you both holding on for dear life.

Forces you to take his cum deep inside, and doesn’t let you clean up until long after your sessions. Isn’t above plugging you up with something to keep his essence nestled in there…

His breeding kink is also a sort of possessive thing, a way to mark you as completely and utterly his. No one else can have you, no one else can cum inside you, no one else can have the chance to give you a child.

That’s a privilege reserved for him, and him only.

Your plump body is made for bearing his children, and he’ll see to it that that happens.

Hotaru Haganezuka

Hotaru has such a preference for heavier set body types, it’s pretty endearing with how he acts when he sees you looking so perfect and plump.

Even after being together for months or years, he just never tires of that perfect body of yours.

Favorite pastime? Shoving his face into your thighs. Total nose-dive right into them. It hurts a little, but he makes up for it with kisses.

He bites. Those thighs of yours WILL be marked up 95% of the time, just get used to it already. He also likes to bite your tummy but like, in a playful way. It’s often an impulsive thought he has.

There’s something that just goes white hot inside him when he’s got you naked under him, in his bed, his hands just full of nothing but you. It’s got his brain short-circuiting with primal need, as if he wasn’t already struggling with communication…

Doesn’t consider his job as a loving partner done until he has you calling out his name with abandon, those full cheeks forming around each syllable so sweetly.

He’s mesmerized by every movement of your body.

He doesn’t have too much of a breeding kink himself, but damn if you don’t look good stuffed with his cum…It marks you as his, inside and out, and he’s nothing if not a (in a non-toxic way) possessive man.

He still indulges you, and can even see some of the appeal when you babble brainlessly about carrying his babies while he’s pounding ruthlessly into you over and over again.

And if he starts to thrust impossibly harder the second you rub your belly while he’s inside, saying how great of a father he’d be? Well, you just imagined that.

Now shut up and take his cum~

[blakeswritingimagines]

A playful argument about who fell first and who fell harder

Izuku Midoriya: Walking beside the green haired boy on the way back home looking through your phone having been answering couple questions with him before glancing up at him with a grin knowing he wouldn't like the next one"okay this one asks who fell first and who fell harder". "Well, it was totally you! I mean, we've been best friends for a looong time, so you were in love with me right away!" He stuck his tongue out. You let your jaw drop at him before playfully pushing him away as you laughed at him before speaking. "I did not it was so you. How often did you try to get my attention?", "Okay! Fine! It was a mutual crush!" He spoke confidently while you nodded along, pretending to think before shrugging "Yeah sure... but you still fell first and harder."

Katsuki Bakugo: You were in the middle of making dinner as Bakugo cleaned up from a rough day of hero work, waiting for the food to be done as you scrolled through your phone seeing a couple quiz and giggled knowing this would most likely turn into another thing the blonde wouldn't like and simply waited for him so you could ask the questions. "I can tell you want to annoy me. Go on, ask your stupid questions." He spoke after walking back into the room and noticed your plotting you then laughed hearing him speak from behind you, kissing him quickly as you smiled at him "thank you my love", Looking back down at her phone for the question then giggled again as you looked up at him "the question is out of you or me who fell first and who fell harder". "You fell first, no question. You fell so hard, in fact, that your entire plan was to fall in love with me and get me wrapped around your finger, " he spoke roughly as you laughed again at his words and shrugged "if that's the case doesn't that mean you fell harder for me? if not, then at least explain why you don't think so." Watching as he shrugged it off and got louder, "Fine! Fine, FINE! I fell harder for you, okay? You got me wrapped around your little finger, and I love every minute of it, happy?!"

Shoto Todoroki: Giggling as the playful argument continued on, knowing you'd get an answer out of him even if he kept trying to change the subject you looked at him with a grin on your face and a raised eyebrow as you tried asking again "come on just tell me who fell first and who fell harder out of the two of us". He smirked, "Why so adamant on the details?And who knows," He chuckled, "Maybe it was you who fell first. And also," He said as he smirked again and then rested his hands behind his head, "You probably fell a bit harder than me," Shoto said confidently. "You know since I was catching you." He teased. You leaned in closer, smiling at him before gently kissing his lips with a nod of your head "Alright I may have fallen first for you, but you hands down fell harder for me icy hot." Shoto blushed a bit at your kiss before chuckling and returning it, "Okay, I might have fallen a little harder... Just a little bit." He held up one of his hands for emphasis as he let out a light laugh.

Tenya Ida: Laying down next to him in bed looking at him as he continued to read a book but started to tap the back of the book trying to get his attention, smiling up at him which he finally put his book down noticing you weren't feeling tired enough to go to sleep but instead make him think of how to answer your racing thoughts which focused on the relationship as of right now* "out of us who do you think fell first or harder?". "W-well, that's a pretty difficult question, dear." Ida replied. "We both fell for each other pretty quickly. And I suppose neither of us fell 'harder' than the other because it's such a hard thing to measure. But I think if we really have to say one of us fell harder, it's got to be me. It took me a while to really come around to my feelings for you." Ida said, his face and ears turning a little red in embarrassment from the memories of how long it had taken for him to accept his love for you.

Denki Kaminari: laughing as you threw a pillow over at the blonde sitting across from you, knowing this entire argument was nothing but playful but picked up another pillow acting like you were going to throw it "Admit it Denki you fell first and harder not me". Denki laughed “I did NOT!” he said, trying desperately to avoid that second pillow. I don’t fall for people that easily, you know! Especially not for… I’m kidding! I’m kidding!!” He ducked and just barely avoided the pillow. He shot you a knowing glance. “You got me there.”

Tamaki Amajiki: It had been a date night for you both to enjoy at the end of the week after all the hard work put into the week, leaning on closer with a smile before shaking your head not believing the nervous boy at all "no you did not fall first or harder then I did Tamaki I was there I know exactly who fell first and harder". He chuckled nervously as his cheeks blushed a slight shade of pink. He felt as though he was getting flustered just talking to you, and it didn't take much to get him like that. He scratched the back of his neck, trying to find the words to say before he decided to just spit it out. "Y-Yes, I did..." Tamaki was a bit red in the face, still trying to look away. He seemed to be struggling to respond, but it looked like he was putting a lot of effort into it. You might have even heard him softly humming to himself, trying not to let his nervousness take over. "I-I definitely fell harder than you did..." Holding out your hand towards him smiling sweetly as you noticed his nerves kicking in harder again but kept your touch gentle and light for him before speaking softly. "How about a deal then? We both fell first at the same time, and each fell harder for the other." "Sounds...s-sounds perfect..." Tamaki whispered, leaning up and pressing a gentle kiss against your cheek. He seemed satisfied with the compromise you both had reached.

[hearts4hughes]

bonfire confessions | jack hughes

lake house summers au

a/n: I tried writing more descriptively, so please lmk your opinions on this. this is the first writing for my new au, 'lake house summers'. hope you enjoy!!!

tags: @sweetestdesire @hughesluv @huggybearhughesy @michaelrikas @spideyy

as the crackling flames danced and leaped, casting a warm, golden glow on the surrounding darkness, you found yourself nestled comfortably beside your best friend, jack, by the mesmerizing bonfire. the tantalizing scent of burning wood filled the air, intermingling with the faint hints of pine and earth, creating an intoxicating aroma that enveloped both of you.

the comforting crackling and gentle rustling of leaves intertwined with the occasional whispers shared between you, creating a symphony of its own. time seemed to lose its meaning as you basked in the company of each other's presence, your bodies drawing closer, seeking comfort and connection in the soft, flickering light.

although you only arrived at the lake house last week, everything felt different. from jack’s lingering gaze on you, to the passion and love held in his voice, everything felt foreign.

you had always loved jack more than best friends should. every moment spent together became a tapestry of emotions, woven with threads of laughter, support, and an unspoken connection that surpassed mere friendship. however, it was only this summer that you felt the same love radiating off of him. as the days went on, the tension grew thicker and slowly started to suffocate the both of you. conversations between you both carried hidden meanings, disguised beneath layers of playful banter and casual laughter. you danced around the subject of your true feelings, your words laced with double entendres that only you could decipher. if you both wanted each other so badly, why couldn’t you just admit it? fear of rejection and the possibility of losing what you both held dear held you back.

in the quiet moments, as you sat snuggled together next to the warmth of the fire, the air shimmered with unspoken confessions. you turned your head to catch a glimpse of his face when your eyes met his. you exchanged knowing smiles, lips still sealed, yet to explore the uncharted territory of falling in love.

“jack,” you called to him. your voice held uncertainty and anxiety. he hummed a yes in response, looking down to you and giving you his undivided attention. “there’s something i need to tell you.”

curiosity sparkles in his eyes as you speak. still, he stayed silent, not wanting to interrupt your thoughts. your eyes quickly turned away from his and onto the ground. they stayed glued there as if you were forbidden to look away.

“we’ve been friends since i can remember. together, we’ve shared every memorable moment, every secret, and every accomplishment.” you nervously rambled. jack’s silence was the que to continue on, “what i'm trying to say is that over the years, my love for you had grown deeper than just friendship.”

he tensed behind you. he was in shock; however, not in a bad way. he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. his mouth ran dry. along with his breath, words were stuck at the back of his throat.

your gaze moved from the ground over to jack, observing his sudden tension. every single emotion raced through your body, causing a rollercoaster of both serotonin and sadness. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to put you on the spot. i totally get it if you don’t feel the same. this was so stupid of me to do,” you swallowed harshly, an attempt to stop the tears from brimming in your eyes.

“shit, no that’s not what i- fuck.” he stumbled on his words, unsure of how to respond and comfort you. he removed his hand from its resting place around your waist, to cover the embarrassment on his face. jack wanted to blame the fire for the sudden flush on his cheeks, but he could only blame his love for you. “y/n, i love you. i have for the longest time but i was too scared to admit it because i didn’t want to destroy our relationship.”

a wave of relief washed over you.

instead of responding with words, your lips crashed against his. softly, tentatively, your mouths came together, brushing against each other in a tender exploration. the touch was delicate, like the fluttering of a butterfly's wings, yet carried a weight of emotions that had long been suppressed. the world around you faded into a blur as the intensity of the moment consumed your senses.

time seemed to stand still as the kiss deepened, a gentle exploration evolving into a hunger that defied words. your bodies leaned into each other, seeking affirmation in this newfound intimacy.

and as you parted, breathless, your eyes met once more, reflecting a mix of wonder, excitement, and a newfound understanding. with a shared smile, you both acknowledged what had happened.

jack was the first to speak up, breaking the silence, “would you be my girlfriend?” he had never asked someone that before. it was always the other way around. additionally, he had never been with someone he truly loved and cared for.

“i thought you’d never ask,” you beamed with pride and excitement.

In that moment, a new chapter began, filled with uncertainty but also the potential for something beautiful. together, you ventured on a journey, ready to explore the depths of your connection and discover where your hearts would lead you.

[phoxey]

Is this what you dreamed about?

Professor!Bada x student!reader

CW: SMUT (18+) MDNI... porn without real plot, Dom!Bada, Sub!reader, fingering, choking, age gap, Dirty talk

AN: please enjoy this little treat to celebrate the end of 2023 ;) Happy new year guys and gals and nonbinary pals

From the moment you walked into that class on the first day of Uni, there was only one woman who occupied your mind. Bada Lee, your criminal history professor, a tall and intimidating woman. But she intrigued you, the way she smiled or looked at you sometimes, made your heart flutter. Your friends always teased you, saying that Professor Lee had a thing for you, which was why she always gave you good marks on all of your assignments.

That was until you got an Email one morning.

Dear Y/N, I attached your grade for your latest assignment to this Email. I am disappointed. Come to my office after your last class today. Best regards, B. Lee

Confused you clicked on the attached file, which summarized and explained the points that were given to you this assignment. You audibly gasped when you saw the total points. It was a failing grade! Impossible. You have never failed in one of your classes. Especially not hers.

After your last class, which ended late, you debated whether it was already too late to go to your professor. Also, you were nervous about what she was going to say. Until you stood in front of her office door, you still debated with yourself, but inside you saw light burning. It would be weird if you ran away now, so you dared to softly knock on her door.

“Come in.”

Shyly you walked inside and closed the door behind you. Only her desk light was burning in the otherwise dark room. When she looked up from her computer, she took off her glasses and set them aside. With a wave of her hand, she told you to sit, which you did, putting your jacket and bag down.

“How was your day?”, she asked.

“I was worried and scared because of your E-Mail, Professor Lee.”, you answered honestly.

She nodded. “Then let’s get to it. I must say I was very surprised and disappointed… usually you are better than that. But in the last few weeks…”

“I am a bit distracted…”, you admitted blushing.

“Say, what distracts you?”, she asked, her eyes piercing you.

“You.”, slipped past your lips and immediately your hand covered your mouth. Your ears felt so hot, they might as well be on fire.

Your teacher leaned back in her chair and smirked. “Really?”

“I am so sorry, Professor Lee, I didn’t mean to say that!”, you immediately rambled.

“But you really think that, do you?”, she asked.

“I… Professor Lee… I’m sorry, this was so inappropriate… I shouldn’t have…”

“You are not denying it.”

Your mouth shut and with your red face you looked down in embarrassment. You couldn’t deny what was true. That woman occupied your mind every day… and every night. It was simply not fair for her to be this attractive.

You didn’t even notice that she stood up, until two fingers lifted your chin and guided you to look at her. She met you with an indescribable expression. Dangerously dark eyes but a playful smile on her lips.

“You admit that you are distracted because you can’t stop looking at me?”, she asked.

You wanted to look away again, but she grabbed your chin between her index finger and thumb. The latter almost touching your bottom lip. She was so close; you could even smell her perfume. And lord, her scent was enticing.

“How about you answer this question and I promise to let you rewrite your assignment?”

As if your gaze filled with desire wasn’t enough of an answer. No, Bada Lee wanted to hear your pretty voice admitting that you fantasized about her.

Slowly you nodded. “I can’t stop looking at you.”

“Why?”, she whispered, her eyes falling to your lips, as her thumb pressed onto your bottom lip, making you open your mouth ever so slightly.

“Because… I find you attractive, Professor.”, you breathed out. You were almost in a trance, lost in her eyes and the feeling that stirred within you, the closer her face got.

“When you look at me, what comes to mind?”, she asked softly.

“Professor… I can’t…”

“Answer me.”

You swallowed hard and you could feel your lips tingle, hers were only inches away. “Your lips.”

A shockwave went through your body as you suddenly felt her lips on yours. Your mouth moved on its own and you kissed her almost desperately. A whine left your throat, when the kiss was over faster than you wanted.

“Like that?”, she asked.

Your eyes fluttered open. “I must be dreaming…”

“Oh sweetheart, this is so very real. If you’re good and tell me what your pretty head has been dreaming about, I just might be so kind to make it reality…”, she whispered and put some hair behind your ear.

“More… Your lips… everywhere. Your hands too.”, you admitted shyly.

She pulled you to stand and immediately into her embrace as her mouth crashed onto yours. She even seized the opportunity when you gasped, to slip her tongue past your wet lips, deepening the kiss. Your hands rested on her chest as hers roamed over your hips and back. A moan escaped when she moved south to kiss your neck.

“Have you dreamed about this too?”, she whispered against your skin and you could feel her smirk.

Eagerly you nodded, which caused her to chuckle.

“May I leave my mark?”, she asked gently, as her hands slipped under your shirt.

“I have dreamed about that too…”

As soon as you gave your permission she began working on a rather sensitive spot of your neck. She sucked right over where she could feel your pulse. Teasingly she bit into your skin only to apologize by licking over her mark. Bada leaned back to admire her work, but she was caught off guard by your look. Eyes half closed and unfocused, your lips deep red and kiss swollen. She almost lost her mind then and there when your tongue poked out to catch a drop of spit from falling from your lips.

She cupped your chin again to hold you while she savored a slow but deep kiss. Emboldened by her hungry gaze and your own lust, you took her hand and placed it a little further south, around your throat. She smirked down at you as she helped you sit on her desk. Her hand was just around your neck, she wasn’t applying any pressure at all, no matter how much you hinted that you wanted it.

It was only when she pulled you into another kiss by your throat, you got what you wanted. The pressure making you lightheaded, so that you couldn’t even form a coherent thought anymore. Her other hand ghosted up and down your thigh, sending shivers that went right into your clit, when she was only remotely close to slipping her hand under your skirt. Your hips rolled forward over and over in an unsuccessful attempt of creating friction. She noticed and her evil chuckle was swallowed by the kiss you shared.

“Please…”, you managed to get out.

“Beg for it.”, Bada smirked and bit your lower lip.

“Please… I need you to touch me.”, you really gave your best to get the words out. In response her hand left your throat and cupped your breast. You whined, that was not the touch you had wanted.

“Patience is a virtue, sweetheart.”, she muttered into your ear and kissed your temple, before her other hand came up and her long slender middle finger pushed past your lips. It was almost pathetic how obediently you started sucking on her finger and swirled your tongue around it.

“You dreamed about me being knuckledeep in your pretty cunt, hm?”, she asked then.

Again you eagerly nodded and she pulled her finger out of your mouth. You watched curiously as she pushed your skirt up and your panties to the side. At first her slick finger rubbed your throbbing clit ever so slightly. Bada took a mental note, that prepping her finger with spit wouldn’t have been needed, not when you were dripping wet like that. Her finger slipped into you almost too easily, and you exhaled a soft moan. Bada captured your lips in another kiss.

“So warm, so wet…”, she whispered. “So perfect.”

You moaned. You didn’t even know if it was because of her praise or her finger that was thrusting deep into you. Maybe it was a bit of both.

Your breath hitched when she added another finger, as she decided that you were not moaning enough. She wanted to hear your beautiful voice when you would come undone on her fingers. And it worked perfectly. Your breaths got quicker and your moans louder, just how she wanted it. She grinned self-sufficiently against your neck as she worked on another hickey. Curse words left your lips when she started to curl her two fingers within you and you grasped her shoulders, holding on for dear life, as she toyed with the most sensitive spot that existed within your body.

The tingly sensation in your legs and the knot in your stomach announced the bliss that was approaching slowly. That was until you felt her thumb on your clit, while her other fingers pressed against your G-Spot. An overwhelming orgasm washed through you and a silent scream got stuck in your throat. You clawed into her shoulder and buried your face in her neck, as she helped you ride your high and dragging it out as much as possible until you were pulling away with overstimulation.

Gently she pulled her fingers out and she stepped back to look at her work. You pussy clenching around the phantom feeling of her fingers that still lingered. You sat there, on her desk, panting and your eyes were still delirious. Your skirt was still pushed up and your hair stuck to your face with sweat, while a few tears rolled down your face after the overstimulation.

“Is this what you dreamed about?”, she smirked and put her two fingers into her own mouth.

[kanene-yaaay]

Sousou no Frieren- Tickle Headcanons

This anime has me in a chockehold and ain't letting me go so soon so I might as well share all the daydreams and thoughts living in my mind rent free since I watched it and decided that!!! Hey!!! I can add tickles to that!!!

Anyway, at first I was going to just write about Himmel and a few other selected characters from both adventures but GOSH suddenly all out of nowhere I start daydreaming about ALL OF THEM and so... This long post was born. kjhgfdfghjklkj not all of them are going to be very long and it can be OOC but I hope you still like to read it as much as I liked to write! <3

[~*~]

Himmel

(We are not going to talk about how much time I spent trying to choose just one gif) Our dear dead wife <3

He LOVES tickles and no one can convice me otherwise, I mean! Look at him! He definitely play that card at any moment he can

Cheering someone up? They say that laughter is the best medicine! Another boring day stuck in a cabin waiting for the snowstorm to go away? Nothing better than a tickle fight to make the time pass! Comforting a sad kid they just saved and are bringing to safety? Add a few wiggling fingers and watch that beautiful smile appear right way! Someone is literally just minding their own business doing nothing at all GET TICKLE ATTACKED!

He is a charming, playful, dramatic bastard and he knows it. He is using every and any opportunity to plentily tease the person, praising their laughter, pointing how lovely is their every reaction, gasping in false offense at any threat of revenge.

He will definitely laugh and snicker together with the person and sometimes let out honest comments that weren't supposed to be teasy but are like 'I didn't expect you to be so ticklish' or 'Wait, it tickles? Right here? That is so cute' and take the matters on his own hands to find at least one (1) new tickle spot when he tickles a friend because their surprised face right before descending in unstoppable giggling is way too priceless

Now, I need you to listen to this very very carefully: he can NOT take what he dishes out. at all.

So much squirming and trashing around. He can't control himself at all and won't even try to hold his laughter back, letting it ring loud and free, dying with any kind (literally, anything will do) of tease and pleading for his life as if he is being killed on the spot.

Somehow is totally blind to tickle traps. Sometimes just to mess with him Heiter would hold his cup up and ask for a toast and when Himmel complied he would latch on his ribs and rip my bro. he's dead on the floor. He never seems it coming even if they already done this a dozen time before.

Always crumbles with the tickles. A squeeze on his side and his legs transform in noodles immediately. That doesn't mean that he is a easy target though, if you decide to tickle him be prepared for some revenge

His main target and partner of tickle fights is Heiter, even though they manage to pull the rest of the party to their shenanigans sometimes too, even getting to listen to listen Eisen low, amused chuckles and Freiren tiny smile.

Talking about that. There is just one very specific occasion all his self preservations, squirms and defense disappear in the same second: when Frieren is involved.

Once, when both Heiter and Einsen decided to gang up on him, she decided to get into the fun with a few pokes and the VERY MOMENT Himmel realized that she was tickling him it was over.

He became a boneless mess of hysterical giggles on the floor not moving a single inch and taking all the tickling with no protests, completely lost in the fact that this was Frieren having fun, being silly and playful with them and his brain shortcurted and suddenly he became 1000000000000 more ticklish instantly.

Excuse me honor he is SMITTEN

If he is tickled for long enough or on a specially ticklish spot he lets out a loud, high pitched crackling that never fail to amuse his friends because he gets extremely red at that and tries to cover his face at any cost.

Besides that, he is not flustered at all about his liking to tickle and be tickled. It's a fun activity, a nice way to bond and it bring happiness to everyone! What is there to be embarrased about it?

Though other teases can destroy him rip

Is extremely and I say extremely gentle and caring when tickling Frieren. Soft scribbles, light scratching and steeping away not before too long has passed. Sometimes get lost in the happiness and joy of the moment but it's quick to come back to reality so that his tickling never lasts too long and he gets smiley about it for the rest of the day.

Gets grumpy about how he never manages to catch Einsen by surprise but immediately loses his pout when the warrior decides that he is not the one who started that war but he is the one who will finish it.

When he takes too long to decide a pose for their statue they start to attack him with plenty of pokes and squeezes until he finally makes up his mind.

Sometimes they just do that while he is posing to mess with him too. Especially because Himmel will try to pretend nothing is happening and attempt to keep his pose on the very beginning until he eventually breaks down in titters and protesting giggles.

It never lasts long. But he keeps trying

Has The Smirk.

Softest and most playful aftercare ever. With plenty of comfort and smiles.

Heiter

Our flawed priest <3

Do not have The Smirk but he has an entire aura about him that you can't really point what it is but suddenly there's ringing danger bells in your mind and on outside he looks normal, just taking a drink but then you blink and then BOOM he strikes

Can and will destroy someone with tickles with just one (1) hand because his other one is too busy carrying his cup

Gets stupidly silly when tickling someone. He will chuckle together with the person and use the goofiest nicknames, teases, tickle traps and everything else he can think of. It's the whole ordeal, really. He has no shame.

It's quite neutral but leaning to positive when it comes to tickling, but since Himmel is always dragging him into tickle fights he can't help but get a little bit of playful revenge. After a few years he started a couple of them by himself too.

Is horribly skilled with the nimblest and deadliest tickles ever.

Also. Changes from side to side of a tickle fight easy as water and will always help who offers him more drinks. So be careful when siding up with him to not get too close or comfortably into tickling range.

Somehow, incredibly lucky in finding tickle spots, be with random pokes to call the person's attention or some soft scribbling to hear some giggles and smile amused and content at them.

Also adept to cheer up or comforting tickles, creating a lot of fond memories with Fern in the nights she couldn't sleep and they both shared some good tea while watching the sky.

Will try to curl up in a ball when tickled and his only protest is to be careful with his glasses.

Not really very affected by teases. Says a lot of nonsense when is tickled tho

Frieren

HEEEEERRRRRRRR <3 <3 Our old lady

Has the tiniest, sweetest smile when tickling someone. it's adorable.

Do not engage in tickle fights but it's not against them. Usually would just stay in the background with Einsen while the other two got caught up in their giggly shenaningans

Her biggest moment was when she decided to show everyone this magic spell she learned some decades ago and then suddenly everyone is attacked by a bunch of wiggly, fluffy feathers that followed them no matter how much they squirmed or jumped.

Tickle spell tehee

They never got to know if she did that to mess with them or if she truly just wanted to show the spell.

Is more curious about tickling than anything. Thinks it's a nice way to make her friends laugh, but it's also very neutral about it, won't actively seek revenge or anything.

After years with both Himmel and Heiter, also lightly tickled Fern once or twice for the sake of cheering her up.

Ticklish ears ticklish ears ticklish ears ticklish ears-

The first time Himmel tickled her he immediately fell on the floor ded because it was too much cute.

(The way he looked at her that day is a fond memory for her, she doesn't quite know why, tho.)

Not really a squirmer and her laughter is mostly silence, full of small giggles and one or two hiccups. Like soft tickles the best, since it is not unbearable to feel and actively leaves her w a light, quite content feeling afterwards. She could take a tickle fight, tho.

Fern

<3 Somehow the most responsible adult in the party <3

Terrifying ler, can and will use your weakness against you.

Just as she does when fighting, thrives when her victim understimate her power and is quick and ruthless to bring them to their destruction.

Will tickle the person usually as a way to get them to do something (probably a chore they forgot) or admit something while having the most unimpressed face ever seen by humankind

She can be both incredibly merciless and very very kind, depends on her mood, the person and the context

Only like being tickled by someone she really trusts and not around another people so no one will her being silly like this.

Get very embarrassed just for thinking how childish tickling is, but treasures the soft moments with har friends and family, just like every other playful, fun, nice memory

When the person (let's be honest here, probably Spark) is too occupied laughing their heart out also let's out the tiniest, softest smile, pretty much like Frieren

Used tickles to cheer up Spark once and promised to do 10 times worse if he even THINKS about mentioning that to anyone

Snorts. SO much of them. If she is laughing they will automatically appear no matter how much she tried to hide them between her hands.

Her shoulders and head shake with giddy energy when is being tickled. It's everything <3

Einsen

*LOUD INTELLIGIBLE SCREAMING* AAAAAA

As I said on Himmel's part, not really one to start the tickle fight but a quick one to finish it.

Not really very ticklish and not very easy to be caught out of guard so rip his opponents, really

HOWEVER, he has one single incredibly and horribly ticklish spot right under his knee that he immediately DIES when it's tickled and it's an automatic win for the person, so the thing is of every fight is: will them be able to get him there before he gets them? That is the big question

Not really a teaser, prefers to tickle the person in silence while mapping the places that get the biggest reactions so he can focus there.

Could or could not have used this techinique with Spark to 'train his resistence' once (an excuse that his friends were very fond to use with him) but no one will ever know because if you ask him he will just stare at you and let out a single chuckle before going on about his day and Spark will Blush and Die before answering

Made mental bets and always knew the score by heart of Himmel x Heiter fights

Used to think it was a silly and pointless activity. But after their ten year adventure came to treasure and be fond of silly, pointless activities

Loud, booming laughter or no laughing at all. No in between.

Spark

DA BOI WHO DID NOT DESERVE THAT PAST AND NOW DESERVE ALL THE LAUGHTER EVER

Do not mind tickling at all!

It kind of reminds he of his brother, since when he was a kid he was the biggest tickle monster ever. Not only on those training tips he used to give even while being extremely busy, but he just loved to appear out of nowhere behind him, carry and put him on his shoulder and tickle him while walking back home, pretenidng he was carrying a bag of 'extremely wiggly vegetables!'

He also used pokes and prodding to help him with maintaining his form while wielding a sword. Even if extremely common, Spark still squeaked everytime he poked his armpit to remind him to not his arms so far away from his torso

Still, everytime he is tickled that boi just can't form ANY coherent sentence at all, no matter if he is full on belly laughter with just a few giggles, his mind immediately turn into a mushy mess

Won't go down without a fight. Running away, attacking back, squirming as his life depends on that. Most of the time squirming away from it only to dash in a sudden bolt of energy and then come back in a surprise tickle attack to get revenge.

Tried to get Fern back once for tickling and they ended up actually fighting but some days later she started a tickle fight so he ??? is just very confused??? if she actually hates it???

(But to see her loosing up, giggling, laughing out loud and being so full of playfulness and joy... wow)

He likes to throw a few playful teases here and there when he is tickling his friends, with plenty of snickers of his own and pointing out how ticklish the other person is or about their delight reactions.

!!Tickles games!!!

His entire face gets extremely red when his laughter begins to sound higher or crackly. Can NOT take any tease about that at all.

Sein

OUR EVEN MORE FLAWED PRIEST <3 <3 <3 Come back pls

THE MOST TICKLISH PERSON EVER

And his best, amazing, ruthless friend Gorilla was more than happy to remind him about it all the time

Until nowadays he can't really see fingers wiggling in his direction without immediately getting a wobbly smile and giggles instinctively creeping up on his throat

His brother also would tickle him when he was a kid and later would gladly snitch all the 'truly good, hidden tickle spots' to his friend much to his dismisse

Will trash, squirm, plea, beg and promise to do anything when tickled. Especially if we'retalking about light, soft tickles. Those make him go absolutely crazy out of his own mind

Even so, he doesn't mind it too much. Still, gets extremely embarrased and complains about how childish it is.

Def made AND lost bets again his friend and got tickled as a "payament". Also I can see them both having competitions to see who takes the longest to laugh, say uncle, keep their arms up and etc :D

Sometimes gives Spark a few tickles just to mess w him and snicker at the jumps he gives.

Spark got revenge so rip.

[sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully]

HI SO HI UHMM I'm gonna try making this as non-weird and as short as I can even though I don't even know how to explain this rn-

Could I request hcs of Eddie and frank (together not separately poh) with a gn! reader that reminds them of a child kinda-?? SO TO PUT IT INTO WORDS UHH the reader is kinda child-ish and curious (like a child ofc😋) and a lot of the neighbors say that they're like a baby put in a /pos way! So technically the reader is frank and eddies non-biological child

Honestly- I imagine they got that one backpack with a leash for children for the reader or smth since the reader strays off a lot😭

Tinkyu 4 reading this and even acknowledging this even if I made some stuff non-understandable!!! This totally isnt that cute person that requested 4 astronomer reader (TOTALLY totally it isn't obvious right??) /j

KEEP SLAYING PO LABYU /PLATONIC

I just realized I made this so long i am sorey😢😔

WAHAHHA!! HELLO AGAIN HOSHI!! Love you too!!! /p

Hehehe.. found family… froths at the mouth, pacing in circles in my enclosure /lhj /pos

I am absolutely happy to write for this, and I don’t find it weird at all! No worries! Although I may use different wording at times :] /g /nm

Scampering, Scuttling

Frank Frankly/Eddie Dear x GN!Childish!Reader

Headcanons Format, All Relations with the Reader are Platonic (Frank and Eddie, however, are in a romantic relationship!)

When you first moved into the neighbourhood, your affinity for curiosity and lack of self-preservation quickly landed you onto Frank Frankly’s radar.

From scrapes knees to splintered hands, being stung by a bee, or getting stranded in a tree— your curiosity led you to many troubling situations. All of which Frank would march up to aid you out of with gentle lecturing.

“Neighbour, I am aware I told you of Bumble bees being one of the friendliest types of bees, but that does not mean grab them??”

You leave him in a confused mess of how you even end up in half of the situations you do. He ends up ranting (lovingly) about this to his darling partner, Eddie Dear.

“Oh-! The new neighbour? I didn’t know you two we’re friends.” He’d happily chirp to Frank, who was coddled up by his side.

“We are, yes! But they’re— like- agh-! Like an overexcited puppy!! I found them trying to pick up a centipede today!! A centipede!”

Do not be mistaken, Frank only raves because he cares! His extravagant expression of concern is how he shows he cares, along with picking you up after you fell into a river and drenched yourself. He isn’t truly angry! Just worried BAHA

“Awhah! I’m sure it isn’t too bad, butterfly.” Eddie would laugh cheerily, giving his partner’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Maybe you could introduce me to them? Maybe I can help.”

And this, my dear reader, was how you got properly introduced to Eddie Dear.

To help you explore a bit (in a safer way than running through the surrounding forest), Eddie would take you on his paper runs— introducing you to all the neighbours.

Sometimes, he’d hold your hand on these runs— mainly just to get you to follow! He had quickly discovered you had a tendency to wobble off wherever you pleased, though you didn’t seem to realize half the time— leading to a few stumbles apologies when you eventually found him again. So, his solution was just to gently hold your hand as you two went on the routes!

.. He’d then buy you a treat from Howdy’s afterwards. He enjoys spoiling people!! But, ah, sugar rushes.

“.. Why would you let them eat so much chocolate?” Frank would ask, raising a brow as you ricocheted off the walls nearby.

“..They looked really happy about it.” He’d reply, with a nervous smile— soon laughing a bit at Frank’s soft sigh and playful eye roll.

“If they end up in a hole, it’s your fault, sweetheart.”

“That’s fine-!!”

Overall, it didn’t take the two long to start behaving somewhat parent-like towards you, more than they already had.

Frank would check you over for injures and plaster you in bug-themed bandaids, along with reading you “stories” from his books (and sometimes an actual story book).

He was a lot more reserved than Eddie, leading to most activities done with him being rather tame ones.

.. you could sometimes chase him around, though. Which, albeit he wouldn’t admit it, he does find fun in. Kind of like how people go to haunted houses for fun; he gets hunted in a house. /lhj

Eddie, meanwhile, would play with you a lot! He’d take you on walks of the town, and help you explore the place in a way that doesn’t have Frank screaming in worry at the end of the day.

He’s the classic “wanna play catch?” kind of person, to be honest, leading to a lot of playing ball and running around.

Both of them care about you very much! But still respect the fact you, very much, aren’t a genuine child and respect you like a friend. Because you are! You’re their friend!

But to say they don’t fret over you like parents would be a lie. BAHA!!

GWAAH this was so fun to write!! I’m sorry if it’s kind of short, though-!! But I still hope it was enjoyable :] I love writing for Eddie and Frank fhehrfnfnw froths at the mouth i love them. squeezes them both like those stress toys that have the eyes pop out /aff

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Hello! Love your blog! I had a kind of a silly/fun reaction. How would the DA:I companions and advisors react to a playful Inquisitor sneaking up behind them and giving them a quick tickle attack? 😊

I guess this is mostly under the assumption that they are all close w/the Inquisitor, and comfortable with sudden physical contact. Enjoy!

Cassandra yelps, a high pitched squeak that has her clapping her hands to her mouth with a horrified expression, utterly mortified at the sound she just made. She blushes furiously, but she's not going to stoop to the Inquisitor's level of childishness and return the tickle attack. She will rise above. Forget this affront to her reputation. Or so she would have the Inquisitor think... for a good tactician never reveals their cards, and always has a plan of (tickle) attack.

Varric laughs. He laughs and laughs and laughs until tears stream from his eyes and his stomach hurts. For him, it really dispells the notion of the Inquisitor being this large figure at the front of a huge military force. It's utterly ridiculous, and definitely not the intended effect the Inquisitor wanted on him.

Solas is taken off guard. He's seen and done it all, so it takes something truly special to leave him stunned. Something like a tickle attack. He stands there in a horrific, drawn out silence after the Inquisitor's attempt to tickle him, trying to process what just happened. Solas spends the next thirty seconds resembling a dumbstruck fish. He hastily closes his mouth and reaches a tense agreement with the Inquisitor to never speak of this again.

Oh, the indignity. Dorian is actually appalled at the noise he makes, which is something between a giggle and a squeak, and turns swiftly on the Inquisitor with (playful) murder in his eyes. He's not afraid to get his hands dirty, oh no, and so he rolls his sleeves up and prepares himself for an all out tickle war. Naturally, the Tevene in him begs him not to stoop so low. His pride, on the other hand, begs him to take revenge.

Sera screams bloody murder. Good luck hiding from her, for the Inquisitor chose the wrong person to start a tickle fight with. This girl is ruthless. She'll hide in the rafters and swoop down upon the Inquisitor when they least expect it. Throw in a few lobbed pies and that'll make the experience downright messy. Never mind playful, she's starting a war.

Blackwall is really ticklish, and ticklish everywhere. He can sense someone creeping about and probably assumes the worst. To be tickled instead of receiving a knife in the back is an odd kind of relief. To him, it helps to maintain a sense of normalcy. Yes, the world has gone mad, but people can still have tickle fights and laugh like children. Normalcy is the best kind of revenge.

Cole isn't ticklish. Still, he understands the concept. It's likely that he'd ask the Inquisitor why they felt the need to try and ambush him like that. He gets that they're trying to be playful and get him to laugh, but there are easier ways to do it!

The Iron Bull is not ticklish. He's not, so don't bother even trying. Except he's totally lying. Ask Krem and he'd say, "The boss is ticklish behind the ears. Don't ask how I know." He'd probably bark out a laugh, then full on lose it at the attempt to tickle him. Though he'd likely not retaliate unless he knew for sure the Inquisitor is comfortable with unexpected physical contact.

Vivienne isn't actually ticklish. Unlike Bull, when she says it, she means it. Any attempt to tickle her will be met with extreme retribution. Messing with the Iron Lady means snowballs flung at high speeds into the back of the Inquisitor's head when they least expect it. Vivienne is all smiles, icy and sharp, and when confronted all she has to say is, "What ever do you mean, my dear?"

He'd have to be really close to the Inquisitor for Cullen to be even slightly comfortable with that sudden movement. His knee-jerk reaction would be to panic. He'd also probably try to defend himself or physically remove himself from the situation. If he is comfortable, well, this man grew up with siblings. He's gonna tickle the Inquisitor right back, maybe even give into childish impulse and full body slam them into the floor... and apologise profusely after. And fix his hair.

Leliana sees it coming from a mile away. She'd turn swiftly and catch the Inquisitor's wrists in her hands, then offer them a knowing smile that simultaneously warms and terrifies. "I wish you luck for your next attempt." Is that a threat or a challenge? You decide.

Josephine would yelp with surprise, then erupt into giggles despite herself. She feels just like a young girl again, having tickle fights with Yvette until her tutors reprimanded her for terribly unlady-like behaviour. Josie would never in a million years dream of actually retaliating, but she sure thinks about it. A lot.

[veryblushyswitch]

Eddward “Double D” ~ (tickle headcanons) 🐜

Lee

*Canonically ticklish and I’m so here for it ✨

*Eddy and Ed absolutely tickle this guy all the time. Whether that be because they need to convince him to go along with a scam, or just because the guy gets nervous and needs to chill out and laugh.

*Ed does a lot of the second one. He’ll notice Double D is rambling out of anxiety and drop everything he’s doing to pull Double D into a tickle hug till he’s nothing but giggles. 💖

*HAS THE CUTEST FUCKING GIGGLES GUYS 👏

*They’re so contagious that whoever’s tickling him can’t help but laugh along.

*Even Kevin has fallen victim to it.

*Kevin definitely sees Double D as a friend in my head. He doesn’t like Ed or Eddy, but genuinely enjoys Double D’s company.

*That being said, he still doesn’t shy away from calling him a dork or “beating him up.” Which just means Kevin will tickle him and make Double D say to Ed and Eddy he got beat up.

*I love to think Kevin and Double D hang out in secret and talk about motorcycles.

*Nazz will sometimes poke at the other guys not realizing she’s tickling them. She loves doing this to Double D.

*He always makes the most adorable funny noises and she adores them. Verbally mind you, and it makes Double D’s face go insanely red real fast.

*Eddy is such a teasey little shit to Double D.

*He loves to sneak in the word tickle into random sentences to watch Double D blush a little.

*He can say the word when doing the tickling, but hearing it in a lee mood makes him all flustered.

*When he’s in a ler mood though, it doesn’t phase him. Much to Eddy’s dismay.

*Is the type of lee to curl up in a little ball rather than try and fight off his ler. Most of time he wouldn’t be able to anyway so why put up a fight.

*He has been ganged up on by the other kids in the cul de sac. Everyone can’t help giggle along with him while he’s tickled.

*Kevin and Rolf are a terrifying ler duo to all the other kids. Especially to Double D.

*They’ll sneak up behind him then tease him till the sun goes down. Rolf is much more merciful than Kevin, but they balance each other out.

*Double D is definitely their favorite victim. They can tell he doesn’t totally hate it and find it enjoyable at how ticklish he is.

*Plus they can pretty much get him to do whatever they want if they tickle him long enough.

*Requires hugs or some sort of physical and/or emotional aftercare when he’s done being tickled.

~

Ler

*Uses a lot of strategy.

*As we’ve seen, he’s very scientific and is incredibly intelligent. So you better bet he’s memorized each little way to make his friends fall apart into giggles.

*Tickles Ed to make him happy. He knows that Ed enjoys it and loves the playfulness. Ed always tickles him back though so he’s gotta be careful.

*Tickles Eddy when he’s being annoying or to distract him while he’s trying to come up with another scam.

*He actually secretly loves being the ler, but he doesn’t get the opportunity to be the ler as much as he gets to be the lee.

*Uses lots of teases.

“Aww, Eddy! I’ve never heard you make that noise before!”

“Oh dear, Ed. It seems my hands are stuck under your arms. Looks like you’ve got lift them or they’ll be stuck there forever~”

“Always so gullible, Eddy. And always so ticklish.”

*Cue Double D’s cute little giggles 😭

*Can use the word tickle is he’s the one doing the tickling. But he can’t say it if he’s asked to out of nowhere.

*Has gotten Kevin back with Rolf’s help lots of times. He doesn’t dare ask Kevin to get back at Rolf because Rolf will go full on tickle monster on the both of them till they’re crying.

*Kevin finds it so flustering that he can be taken down by a dork like Double D, especially to something so childish like tickling.

*Double D always reassures him that it’s not childish and that everyone is a little ticklish somewhere. Cue Kevin’s revenge.

*Knows a lot of science behind tickling.

*All the technical terms and why certain areas are more ticklish than others, and he’ll talk about it while he’s tickling someone.

*Going on and on about why we have 24 ribs while counting them out loud, why our feet have so many nerve endings while scribbling them, as well as giving a personal demonstration of how different tools make the person emit different sounds of laughter.

*Eddy has been the test subject one too many times in his opinion.

*He can never really get away with tickling someone without that person getting their revenge. But all in all, he doesn’t really mind.

*He likes being able to be playful with his friends, and tickling is something he’ll always associate with special memories in the cul de sac.

[kissofthemis]

Hello dear, i hope you are not overworking yourself too much. I wanted to request a marius fic/headcanons with age gap where MC is older than him, but not like 3 years in the game, i mean 8-9? Maybe MC treats him like a boy and he wants to prove that he is a man. Your writing style is Fire and i am sure you would nail it

Thank you take care😇

A/N: Thank you for the kind words! It means a lot to hear that people like my writing and think I do a good job. 🥹

"Oh no, Marius. Looks like you have to stay in the room. Should we have invited your father?"

The mischievous glint in MC's eyes was harmless and playful as she pointed to a sign above the pool: CHILDREN MUST BE SUPERVISED AT ALL TIMES BY A PARENT OR GUARDIAN.

Marius fought the urge to roll his eyes and instead burrowed his face into MC's neck. She certainly had some nerve to treat him like a child right now, especially considering that his position and connections at Pax were what enabled the two of them to visit such a luxurious resort in the first place. "Aww, jiejie, I guess you'll have to hold my hand to make sure I don't get lost." He began to slide his hands down her arm, tickling her skin with his fleeting fingertips as he worked his way down to her hand.

MC laughed lightly beside him and turned to plant a quick peck on the side of his face. "Yes, dear," she hummed. "Hold on tight, n-- That's not my hand, Marius von Hagen!"

She jumped away with a start, and Marius didn't bother trying to suppress the snicker on his face. "You said hold on tight," he reminded her, batting his eyelashes innocently.

"To my hand!"

Marius' gaze flashed briefly to the flushed spot on her bottom where he had pinched. He would have kept admiring his handiwork longer, but he was not in the mood to get scolded publicly if she caught him staring.

"This way, jiejie, to your reserved cabana," Marius cleared his throat before introducing their path with a dramatic flourish. Hopefully, his shenanigans would firmly remind MC that he was mature enough for this romantic getaway, as two adults.

"Thank you, good sir." MC gave a small curtsy in return before extending her hand towards him. "Hold my hand, now, so I don't lose you," she hummed.

He would have to keep hoping, after all.

~~~~

Hand in hand, the pair approached the tiki bar off to the side of the lazy river. Marius pulled out a seat for MC first, and she dipped her head to him with a giggle before settling down. As Marius settled into his own seat, he saw that the bartender had already come over to take their orders.

"Hello," MC greeted the bartender with a warm smile. "I'll have a strawberry daiquiri, and for this one..." That same playful glow twinkled in her eyes, and Marius felt his stomach sink. "Apple juice?" she guessed with a teasing lilt in her voice.

"A piña colada," Marius corrected with as pleasant a tone as he could muster. "You can charge them to our room." The room he booked as president of Pax. The president of Pax who could have easily flown out to a private island for this romantic getaway, but he had come to this resort only because MC had insisted she would feel uncomfortable at an island where an entire wait staff existed just for the two of them.

"Hey, Marius. Don't forget to reapply sunscreen while we're over here. Ah, I'll just do it for you."

"Huh?"

Marius did not have a chance to respond before MC was already rubbing sunscreen onto his forehead and on the bridge of his nose. "I have to make sure you are totally covered!" she insisted, and he scrunched his nose as she massaged sunscreen into his cheeks.

"I can do it myself," he whined, his lower lip quivering. While Marius would be the first to admit that his fair skin did burn rather easily, did she have to make such a fuss as though he wasn't already aware of how often he needed to reapply sunscreen or how to take care of himself?

She was babying him again!

Well, he could fight fire with fire. "You're being such a mom right now!" he grumbled, looking up deliberately at her through his eyelashes.

MC pouted and flicked him squarely in the center of his forehead. "Who are you calling a mom?" she huffed. "I'm younger than your brother, you know!"

Right. The major shield she had against all of Marius' ammunition. She was, in fact, still a year younger than Giann, so any wise cracks he tried to make about her age would ultimately impact Giann as well, and even more so! "Barely," he huffed.

"Oh, Marius, you'll understand when you're older," MC declared with an over-exaggerated sigh. "Okay, that should be enough. Oooh, Mar-mar, can we switch umbrellas?" Her attention shifted as soon as the drinks arrived. "I like your purple one."

Marius nodded half-heartedly as MC excitedly switched out their umbrellas. He leaned over and took a long, grumpy sip of his drink. He loved the way she doted on him, but what would it take for her to understand that he was just as much of an adult as she was?

"Aaargh!"

Now was not the time for a brain freeze!

~~~~

Marius stood at the edge of the pool, watching the calm water and occasionally dipping his toe inside to create ripples.

"Hey, Marius. Do you want to get a raft?"

MC popped up beside him, peering curiously into the water. Unexpectedly, she turned to him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "What's on your mind, love?" Her low, innocent voice tugged at his heartstrings.

How could he explain what was nagging at him without sounding like a petulant child?

"Nothing to worry about," he murmured vaguely in reply. He dipped his toe into the water again, then gave a small kick. The droplets flying in the air caught a few specks of sunlight, creating what looked like a small shower of stars falling towards the pool. "Just wondering..."

"Why this resort doesn't have a slide?"

Marius snorted and turned to look at her. "Now you're the one who sounds like a kid," he teased, tugging lightly at the tip of her nose.

"I think slides are the peak of luxury! Every resort for rich executives and business professionals should have one!" MC protested, folding her arms over her chest. "All work and no play is bad for the soul!"

An uncomfortable silence spread between the two of them. Neither of them had any right to comment about overworking; he knew just how frequently she ordered take-out, and she knew just how infrequently he slept.

"Well, not even I can build a slide overnight," Marius informed her with a chuckle. "I mean, I could if Pax owned this place, but..."

"Then we only have one solution," MC nodded decidedly. "We have to make our own dramatic entrance."

Marius did not get the opportunity to inquire into what she meant before a wall of water splashed at his body, soaking him from the waist down.

"Cannonball!"

Marius burst out laughing as MC's head emerged above the water, grinning at him widely. "Rate my form, Mr. President."

"7/10."

"What? Were you even looking?"

"Nope. Belly flop!"

With a loud announcement of his own, Marius took a running start and then slapped his long body down against the water. He felt a tingling sensation in his chest and abs as he hit the surface, but he soon forgot that discomfort as his entire body sank into the depths.

Underwater, the world was peaceful. He could drift easily, without stress or worries of the chaos above. Sound was dulled, light was gentler.

And in his brief respite under the water, Marius realized something important.

Nothing is wrong with being childish. Everyone is a bit immature sometimes. And having fun is not in and of itself childish.

Marius' dark hair emerged first, follow by his head and his long neck and torso. He flung his head back, flipping his soaking, raven-colored locks behind him, as he inhaled a slow, deep breath. With an unhurried hand, he flicked the rest of his dark bangs out of his face before fluttering his eyes open.

Peering through his dark lashes, Marius gave MC a curious look. "Did you reapply your sunscreen?" he asked, concerned. "Your face is redder than my reddest paints."

Maybe she had realized he was an adult after all.

[it-happened-one-fic]

The Best of Lies - Jade

Authors Notes: Yet another Octavinelle fic. I swear they aren't my favorite dorm. This fic actually came together rather quickly and without me listening to much in the way of background music. To be honest, it just kind of happened. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. Hope you enjoy!

Type: Fluff/gender-neutral reader

Word count: 845

The best of lies were those that held at least some small truth. 

When you had first heard that statement you would’ve never thought you would meet someone who so embodied it. 

And yet here you sat, across from Jade Leech, methodically wrapping utensils and folding napkins while Floyd got scolded by Azul yet again. 

All of the students in the Octavinelle dorm were rather crafty, this was a well-known truth of NRC. Jade, however, took that craftiness to a whole other level. He was so good at lying that sometimes it was hard to tell what parts of his personality were genuine and what parts weren’t.

You wouldn’t have been surprised if Vil tried to nab him for one of his little films considering what an actor Octavinelle’s vice-housewarden was. 

Perhaps that was what made Jade so interesting though. After all, a man with an air of mystery was supposed to be more fascinating.

Either way, you assumed it was Jade’s puzzle like nature that intrigued you. How much of his mask was false and how much of it was true? Did he have more than one mask that he donned? You’d only ever been greeted by his butler persona…..

You were reasonably sure that his politeness wasn’t totally faked. While it was true that it was occasionally faked depending on who he was dealing with, it was a little too kneejerk to be wholly false. Either way, it served as the perfect mask for his taste for chaos that you had glimpsed in the past.

His teasing nature also seemed genuine. Possibly a small bit of playfulness that slipped through the cracks of his supposedly gentlemanly character. 

And that gentlemanly character led you to that butler persona of his…. You didn’t entirely know what to make of that other than it possibly put some of his victims at ease. 

His love, or perhaps obsession, for mushrooms was definitely real. No one, not even a first rate actor such as Vil, could fake that level of emphaticness.

Mismatched eyes met yours and an enigmatic grin spread across his face, “I cannot say I am accustomed to being analyzed so…. Is something the matter, dear Prefect?”

The vaguely affectionate title slipped from his lips, going almost entirely unnoticed as you realized you had been staring at the young man you’d just been pondering.

“Ah… No. I was just thinking, I suppose,” You airly waved away his question as you searched for a topic of conversation. The atmosphere was distinctly awkward now that you’d been caught. 

Or at least you felt it was awkward. Jade, on the other hand, seemed completely comfortable.

“If you have a question, you need only ask,” His smile was polite, if a little amused, as he pressed you.

Briefly faltering, you asked the first question that came to mind, “What do you think of me?”

He looked just as startled as you felt. That hadn’t been what you meant to ask…. But then, considering your previous line of thought about what you thought of him, it wasn’t that odd of a question. 

Flustered by the possible misunderstandings, you fumbled to explain yourself, “I mean… Just in general! As a person…”

You trailed off as his surprise morphed into amusement that was more palpable than his previous mirth. A new smile curved across his face and his previously mechanical motions slowed, “Just in general, hm?”

You nodded, awkwardly redirecting your attention to the utensils in your hand in an attempt to avoid the glimmer that had appeared in his eyes.

“I admit you caught me off-guard.… But I think you are rather odd,” You froze at his rather nonchalant statement. Looking back at him in slight disbelief. It was odd to hear the usually slippery man be so obviously frank.

You must have made a face at him when you’d looked up at him since he almost immediately chuckled. A controlled, but authentic sound that had you questioning all your past choices, “Don’t get me wrong, Prefect. I meant it as a compliment. One of the highest I can offer.”

Sharp teeth flashed briefly as he smiled, an expression that was touch more real than the carefully formed polite, but cold smiles he showed customers.

You couldn’t deny you were oddly fascinated, abandoning your previous work as if that could help you better listen to him when he continued, “Difference is one of the many spices of life that keeps things interesting.” 

He paused briefly, as if to let his words sink in before he finished. Making you wonder if there was some double meaning to his statements.

“So I suppose I do find you rather….” He paused again, eyes glimmering like he knew he had your undivided attention and was reveling in it, “Interesting.”

And there it was. A new puzzle laid at your feet like a gift from the man who smiled at you for just a beat longer than necessary before returning to his steady work.

What was the real meaning behind those words, his smile, and this oddly intimate moment?

[itslittlegiggle]

Vega I’m gonna yell at you about Voltron now-

I wrote a baby fic this morning

Enjoy this meal ❤️

—

Keith who doesn’t know he’s ticklish until he’s a member of team Voltron.

Of course he knows what it is… it’s a hellish way of getting information out of a person. He learned that in the Garrison from an early age

At least, that’s what he thought it was…?

—

He wakes up to the sound of Pidge’s happy, shrieking laughter, and the cooing teasing of Hunk’s voice.

Bleary-eyed and yawning, Keith staggers into the living room to see Pidge trapped against Hunk’s chest in a hug, fingers worming up and down her sides.

“Y’know Pidge, you need to start taking better care of yourself. You can’t save the universe when you don’t sleep.”

“Huhuhuhunk! stohohohoppihihit!”

“See I would, I really would, but then you wouldn’t learn a lesson, and this would all be for naught.”

“Buhuhuhut my wohohohork!”

“It can wait. You need to get some sleep, dude. I know you never went to bed last night.”

Pidge whined and tried to protest, but squeaked instead when hunk’s fingers traveled to her neck and ears. “Nahahat fahahahair!”

“It’s so totally fair, Pidge. I just need to tucker you out, and then you can sleep.”

“Okahahahay! Okahahahay! Ihihihim dohohohone!”

Keith noticed that after Pidge tapped Hunk’s arm, the taller male stopped immediately. But- Pidge didn’t agree to his terms… Why did he stop so soon?

His question was answered when the green paladin slumped against the yellow, eyes drooping and a giddy smile on her face.

“Told ya. All you needed was some tiring out,” Hunk cooed as he adjusted her in his arms. On the way out of the room, Hunk passed by Keith and smiled. “Oh, good morning, Keith. I’m just going to put Pidge to bed, and I’ll be back out.”

Only nodding after, Keith watched the two retreat down the hall. He sat on the couch, dazed and confused as to what the hell he just witnessed. After a moment or so, he sees a blur in front of his eyes. He blinks back into reality, looking up to see Lance.

“Everything okay?” the blue paladin asked, sitting next to the red.

“Wh- Yeah… I’m uh. I’m just a little confused,” Keith admitted.

“About what?”

“Well… Pidge stayed up all night, so Hunk tickled her to get her tired so she could sleep.”

“Right…”

“But when she said to stop, he stopped right away. I didn’t think she was allowed to control when it stops.”

“Keith…” Lance looked at him, concerned. “Who told you that?”

“I learned about it, at the Garrison,” he mumbled. “It’s supposed to be for interrogation and coercion, isn’t it?”

Lance stared brokenly at the red paladin. How awful was his home life as a kid? “Of course not. I mean- it can be for that, but it’s not exclusively for that.”

Keith looked like his world had been rocked.

Lance smiled patiently at the other. “Keith, do you trust me?”

He nodded.

“Come here; lay down in my lap.”

“Lance…?”

“J-Just trust me!”

Keith obeyed and lay flat, eyes looking questioningly at Lance’s.

“Tell me when to stop, okay?” With another nod for permission, Lance’s fingers descended on Keith’s stomach, making purple eyes widen before their owner fell into gentle giggles. “See? It can be nice and playful… or I could be mean and start teasing you. Cootchie cootchie cootchie cootchie-“

“Lahahahance! Nohohoho!” Keith’s face buried into Lance’s side. “Thahahahats wohohohorse!”

“Awww someone’s weak to teasing, that’s sweet. How about here?”

Keith squealed and arched away from the gentle tickling fingers when they found their way to his ribs. “Ohohoho my gohoHOHOD-“ The fingers had wormed their way up under his arms, causing him to kick his feet.

“Oh? You want me to go there next? Sure, let me just finish my job up here first.”

Oh dear. Lance was too good at this teasy stuff. “Breheheheak! Breheheheak!”

When the magic word was spoken, Lance’s fingers came to an abrupt halt, gently rubbing the spot he was previously tickling. “Well? Did you have fun?”

“I-“ Keith unburied his face to look up at Lance. “I-I guess so? It didn’t feel like I was helpless or anything, so I think it was fun.”

“Well, there you go! See, tickling can be fun if you have the right person doing it. I for one will always respect your right to tell me to stop.” Noticing Hunk walking in, Lance smiled. “Say, Keith… have you ever heard of a raspberry?”

The red paladin cocked his head, thinking for a second. “No I don’t think-“

“Do you want to know what they are?”

“I uh- I guess?”

“KEITH, BUDDY, ITS A TRAP! HE’S GONNA-“ Hunk’s voice boomed as he ran to the couch.

Before Keith knew it, his shirt was raised, and Lance was blowing a huge raspberry into his side. His head fell back as adorable giggles fell out of his lips.

“-tickle… you…” Hunk sighed.

Well, he tried his best. He sat down across from the two to watch the chaos unfold. Lance eventually grabbed Keith’s wrists and held them above his head, blowing a raspberry and tickling under his arm at the same time.

Keith’s shrieking laughter was so loud that he woke up Shiro, and then Keith learned that sometimes the people doing the tickling are ticklish too… and Lance was quite an extreme example of that rule.

As Shiro sat on the couch and held Lance against his chest, unrelenting pinches on the boy’s hips, Keith and Hunk watched with interest to see just how long it would take for Lance to fold.

This family is going to have quite a lot of learning experiences…

GIRL DNSKCNSBXVBD I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS????? SLAY! Thank you for sharing!!!

lance explaining to keith he can have boundaries 😭 like lance grew up in a big family and im sure rules had to be established bc sometimes siblings can go overboard so he’s big on respecting boundaries

KEITH TRUSTING LANCE???? NO QUESTIONS ASKED????? 🥹

You’re pulling me HARD back into voltron and I’m not complaining lmaoooo

[matenrou-fan]

so there's this prompt that I saw in a writing that's like:

You had sex with you partner, and them the next day you say that you didn't cum that time. They took it personally and decided to make you cum several times at the same moment.

SO ALLOW ME TO REQUEST SOMETHING LIKE THIS WITH MY TOP 3 TEASING GUYS: REI, HITOYA AND GENTARO

tysm Anya ilu

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Rei, Hitoya and Gentaro with fem! s/o (+ overstimulation)

ily too <3

GNreader, teasing, begging, sex toys, overstimulation, rough sex;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

-It was just a direct insult to his men's pride.

-"Ahh, my priceless ladybird, are you sure?" - with a chuckle, he leans closer with a mischievous grin. - "You look like you had a good time last night, huh..?"

-No, actually, even though he would laugh about it and apologize in some teasing manner, you have no idea how personally he takes it. So there's no chance he wouldn't take revenge and show you what this old man and his body are capable of.

-Cause despite his age Rei has a great stamina and can go for hours, for the whole night or day even, if it means he would be able to see your absolutely lost, blushing face, as you cum one more time, neither of you can remember exactly how many..

-"Ohh, I see, my dear.." - he cooed right in your ear before biting a soft earlobe. - "Now I totally can tell when you're actually cumming.. But let me feel it again, just to make sure I would remember well.."

-Also, these hands know what they do. And while his cock so deep inside you, forcing your tight walls to stretch around his thickness, arms not leaving your body even for a second, tickling smooth skin, squeezing hard nipples, grasping your waist in some certain way that makes your whole body tingle..

-Oh, and, of course, words. Some dirty talk during foreplay (this time Rei would make sure you cum only with the help of his fingers, for beginning.), and so many teases about you being so much more sensitive this time than yesterday. Oh, maybe even a little bit of praise for your beautiful body, but only if you would be a good obedient partner and will deserve it.

-He's also waiting for some praise back, but just in another form. High pitched moans and weak attempts to call his name would be just enough, show him how much you like it. But expect to receive another few teases now.

-To the end of the session Rei's just sure you would take your words back, or even ask for more.. Not right now, of course, as he already pulls all possible energy from you, leaving you with an absolutely empty head and zero feelings in your body, all nerves concentrated only in your sensitive parts that he abuses all this time with his tongue, fingers, cock..

-"Mm? What's wrong? It's even hard to walk now?" - he smirks, as it strokes his ego to see how sore you're now. - "Sorry, sorry, but isn't this what you asked for..?"

-Another hurted man..

-"You didn't? Then why didn't you tell me immediately?" - chuckling, he patted his head. - "I'm sure I would have had time to help you.."

-But actually, he's not that teasing about this, acting more serious as Hitoya actually wants to make you feel pleasant too. So some little talk about what was wrong or what makes you more excited definitely would take place.

-..But maybe you shouldn't have said all your weaknesses and secrets, as now, when he pins you to the bed again, five minutes was enough to make you forget about everything besides Hitoya.

-Surprisingly passionate this time, your boyfriend used all this new information too well. Usually, Hitoya is more playful and prefers to be something like a lazy dom, letting you play with him and fight for some dominance, yet today he has a mission that he's willing to accomplish. Maybe even over-delivers his task..

-But you seem to like it, don't you? Because he's very attentive and listens carefully to all your small sounds,and noticing all light changes in your face, quickly finds just the right place to pound in you, slapping his hips to yours with every thrust.

-Would be more soft with his words in the beginning, actually. Asking how you like it and if he needs to change something.. But somewhere in the middle Hitoya starts teasing you more, clearly seeing how you melt in your pleasure now. Oh, and would definitely make you say something dirty right before your orgasm about how you love to be fucked by him or how good his dick feels inside you.. Such a confession said with a weak voice, and then this tight pressure around his cock.. He can get addicted to this.

-Oh, and of course there's not only one or two rounds. Somewhere in the depth of his soul your boyfriend understands that maybe you didn't have that much fun last night because he's always at work and doesn't pay attention to you, causing a bit of a rift. So today he would improve his attitude, drowning you in this passion that was stored for all that time, making you lose your mind again and again in burning bliss.

-"Oh, s/o.. When you look at me like that you just makes me want to fuck you even more.." - Hitoya chuckles, enjoying how you're trying to catch breath after another mind shattering wave in your body. - "There's no way I will leave you until morning.."

-You probably thought that he would be chill about this, due to his behavior.

-"Oh, I know, s/o.. When a man can bring his lover to the edge, his dick feels like it was put in mustard.. So I share your pain. " - with a tired sigh, he looks at you and then a small smile plays on his lips. - "Well, that's all a lie.."

-And this is what you expect, thinking your boyfriend's not really upset. When actually Gentaro now comes up with a whole plan, thinking about it more detailed and carefully than about his writings.

-So.. the one who would overstimulate you on purpose. I'm sure he's pretty kinky so there's a bunch of scenarios he wants to play with you, and maybe he found the one that would be perfect as a little punishment for your words..

-Making you sit around with a small vibrator in your clenching hole while you two have a casual date at his place. Nothing more than just kisses and cuddles, and his fingers on a switch, increasing the speed. Your boyfriend don't want to torture you, no! Only waiting when you would start begging for more, so it's all upon you.

-And when you finally ask him for more, there would be a long, long foreplay as Gentaro heated up your whole body even more with his fingers and mouth now, but not letting you cum.

-To begin with, he needs to bring you to the state where you don't even remember your own name from all this arousal that tickles all your insides and brain.. And only after that, taking off his pants and quickly sinking inside you, Gentaro would let you cum as you squeeze his dick with your tight walls.

-He would tolerate only when you get your orgasm while bouncing on him tonight, but don't worry, his cock wouldn't leave your body even for a second, pounding you again and again.

-And of course, what a beautiful wave with words he has..! Your tummy tickles and heart beats faster from all this dirty talk, and this time you can clearly say he's not joking, really wishing to do all this thing with you.. And you can't help but whimper, telling him your limit is not that high.

-"No no no, s/o, we can't stop now.. I was counting, and I want us to finish when there is another round number, okay?" - Gentaro coo right in your ear, tickling your waist before grasping it firmly and start thrusting in you again. - "In this case we would receive great luck in our relationship, believe me this time.."