#SHRIEKS LOUDLY SCREAMS AND ROLLS AROUND ON THE FLOOR

[starteas]

NOBODY TOUCH ME THE WANDER OVER YONDER PILOT WAS FOUND!!!!!!

[monstersholygrail]

Hello there, can I request a dub-con ghost (like an entity) smut? 🥹

(It's absolutely okay if you can't or don't want to 🫶🏽)

This ended up being dub-con for them both and I think that’s hilarious.

When you bought this genie lamp off of that shady vendor, you were sure there had to be something inside of it. He was extremely adamant about you not touching it until after purchase. You were always curious before but now it was downright suspicious. There had to be an actual genie inside.

The minute you got home you were practically tears apart the protective wrapper around the lamp. Inhaling shakily with anticipation you begin to rub at the lamp, brows furrowing when nothing happens. So you keep going, create a tight friction between your hands and the lamp. As the metal grows hotter you figure it’s just your furious rubbing. But moments later when steam shoots out from the spout, you cry out loudly, dropping the lamp and stumbling back onto the ground.

For a second you wait, expecting a genie to appear. But when a translucent Spector removes itself from the belly of the lamp instead of its tip, your brows furrow. The ghost groans loudly, a shiver running through its… body. He rolls his neck and although it makes no sound you see his form grow looser.

A chill spreads through the air, or at least that’s what you tell yourself as the moment your eyes meet his heated ones, a full-body shiver runs through you. His eyes ignite with lust as he looks over your body all splayed out on the ground and ready for him.

“Thanks for helping me rub one out. Let me give you something in return.”

Before you can scramble away in fear or say a word the ghost is on you and your clothes are flying off of you as if whisked away by the wind. You cry out as you can feel the sensation of his touch, his fingers sinking deep inside your wet fat cunt. You have no idea when or how you got so soaked but it makes the ghost grin wickedly, looking beyond satisfied.

“You get turned on from rubbing a lamp, sweetheart? Or was it that you were really jerking my cock that’s got you all drenched for me?” He asks, condescension dripping from his tone as your slick makes a mess of his fingers. He keeps his eyes locked on yours, forcing you to acknowledge who’s going this to you.

You wanna scream, you wanna refuse his words and make him stop. This isn’t what you were expecting out of this lamp. But fuck if it doesn’t feel good. The sensation of his thick fingers fucking into with abandon, curling inside you at just the right spot, and making you see stars.

A part of you knows you should stop this. Stop him. But it’s almost like you can’t as your body sags all the way onto the floor. You feel yourself getting lost in the pleasure, the pressure in your belly growing the more he pumps his way inside you, far deeper than any human fingers could ever reach.

Your back arches off the ground unnaturally, body warping as if possessed when your orgasm crashes into you. A fierce shriek forcefully rips its way out of your throat as the pleasure courses through you like a tidal wave, breaking eye-contact as you throw your head back. The sensation continues to build, growing so overwhelming that for a moment your vision flashes white and you reach a plane you’ve never gone to before.

When your climax slowly begins to ebb, you can feel your release pooling beneath you and you know you’ve just cum harder than you ever have in your life. The ghost’s dark chuckles have your attention snapping back to him and your eyes widen to see him sucking your essence off his fingers.

“That was fun, kitten. Jerk me off again if you ever wanna go another round,” he says, so casually and nonchalantly you can’t help but gape at him.

Then without waiting for a response you watch as he moves back into the lamp. The silence that follows stretches on painfully. Your limp body still quivering with aftershocks and your labored breath the only sound in the room.

When you feel like you can finally stand on your own trembling legs, you slowly make your way over to the lamp. Hesitantly picking it up. Not sure what might trigger him to come out again. You think about returning it or maybe throwing it away so he can be trapped in the lamp forever.

But the more you think about what to do with it, the more your pussy starts to tingle again. Your body remembering what just happened much more pleasantly than your brain.

Perhaps you need to keep it for a little while longer. Just to figure out what to do with him, of course. Who knows, he may still have some use…

[aliidarling]

No bc like imagine you are in a trial right right, but you spawn with ONLY a slightly big tee shirt and panties and so Danny (ghost face) is like GOOD GOOGLY MOOGLY and tickles you where the sun doesn’t shine :3 only do this after you do my Ada request though .. (just kitten I know that will never get finished)

IM SORRRYY I GOT LIKE HALFWAY DONE WITH THE ADA ONE AND LOST MOTIVATION I SWEAR ILL FINISH IT SOMETIME SOON 😓🙏🙏

dark paradise

DANNY JOHNSON X fem!reader

nsfw content — please scroll if uncomfortable!!

summary: you’re spawned into the trial in tiny pajamas for the new event, and your favorite killer very much likes your outfit hehe

warnings: nsfw obvi, p in v, rough sex, creampie, butt slapping a little, degrading, stab wounds(NO WOUND FUCKING), steve harrington…😟

nsfw content below!!

You felt absolutely humiliated, to say the least. The Entity had decided to wreak havoc on you and send you to a trial in nothing but some shitty horror tee and the tiniest shorts you’ve ever worn.

Being sent to the Red Forest made it even worse, your shirt all wet and damp from the musty air and rain, making the fabric cling onto your skin. Your teammates weren’t to shy with their obvious glances at your chest and how your ass was hanging out.

“Quit it.” You huffed, scowling as you worked on a generator alongside Steve. Fucking Steve, one of the biggest flirts around here.

He rolls his eyes and does a mocking surrender of his hands, before grinning at you.

“It’s not my fault you got sent here looking like a model! Like damn, girl.” He snickers, nudging you with his hips. You glare at him, trying to hold back your laugh.

“It’s not funny!” You whine, curling your knees to your chest slightly to help yourself with the cold. You were shivering. Feeling the wet floor press against your butt had you cringing, but you’d rather have a mud-covered ass then hypothermia.

“It kinda is,” He hums. Another few moments pass as the two of you work on the generator, an eye out for any killer. The trial had just begun so you had no idea who it was yet. A small part of you hoped it would be Danny.

You had no idea what you and Danny were, but he would always let you live, as long as you have him some kisses and maybe a little hook up session. And you weren’t even against it, he was good with that monster in his pants and his words.

Steve suddenly makes a mistake and next thing you know the generator blows up in both of your faces, making you yelp and back up. You turn to him slowly with a pissed off expression.

“Seriously?”

He offers a weak grin.

“Can you blame me? You look very distracting—“

He gets interrupted when suddenly a knife is pushed through his back, making him scream and fall forward. You gasp loudly, stumbling back and hugging yourself. You shiver as the wet rain making your hair sticks to your face, your thin shirt hugging your breasts.

“Don’t talk bout her like that, fuckin’ moron.” The tall man huffs, the black robe and shrieking mask making you relax. You relaxed only for a moment before realizing he was about to kill one of your friends.

“Danny!” You stepped forward, trying to get him to stop from stabbing the shit out of Steve. “He was just joking, c’mon.” You huff, frowning up at the taller man.

He gazes down at you, eyes under his mask widening as your barely covered form presses against his body. From his angle he could see down your shirt, your nipples poking through the shirt brushing against his chest. His breath hitched as he reluctantly steps away from the bleeding out Steve, before turning back towards you and grabbing you around the waist.

“Let’s go, now.” He grunts, dragging you towards the cabin.

Barely twenty minutes later, he had you bent over one of log tables in the cabin, his cock deep inside your small cunt. Your shorts hung off your ankles, your panties pushed to the side.

His grunting was loud and raspy, his hands holding you around your waist to steady your trembling body. He pushed his cock as deep as he could with every thrust, his large fingers rubbing your skin.

He had made sure to bunch your shirt above your chest, not even bothering to fully undress you. Seeing you all damp with those tiny pajamas sticking to your soft skin had him all hot and bothered, with no care in the world other then shoving himself inside you as soon as possible.

“Shut up, whore.” He grumbles quietly, panting from behind you as he keeps thrusting his hips into you from behind. His grip on you was tight, bruising probably.

“Danny…” You moan softly, eyes rolled back to the back of your sockets, mouth hanging open each time his tip presses against that sweet spot all the way in the back of your pussy. It felt so good, getting slutted out by this masked murderer.

You couldn’t even care that your friends blood was getting all over you. All that mattered was how he felt, inside you and on your skin. How his cock hit deeper then anyone ever could, and how he whispered such dirty things that had you clenching down.

“Dressed like a fuckin’ slut,” He grunts, his thrusts hardening. He starts to gain speed, groaning at how tight you were around him, like a fucking anaconda.

“Don’t act surprised that you got bent over, bitch. You knew what was gon’ happen the second you saw me, dirty little slut, flashing those tits at me—“ He reaches one of his hands to grab the back of your head, pulling your hair back as his thrusts grow harder and faster.

“Dannnnny!” You mewl from under him, panting and moaning as he kept going. He grabs one of your legs and puts your knee up on the table, managing to shove his cock deeper inside you. He hums at how you clench down from the new angle, a mocking grin on his face.

“Good lil’ girl, keep takin’ my cock like this and maybe I’ll let you cum.” He snickers darkly.

“Y-Yes, mhm, I’ll be your good girl.” You sigh heavily as he pushes himself deeper once again, having your eyes daze at his good it felt. You were so thankful the generator in the cabin had already been completed, or else the fear of someone walking in would of been haunting you.

His hand roughly slaps your butt, making you whine and clench down. He groans at that and let’s go of your hair, going back to holding your waist and pushing your body down into the table. His thrusts continue, your moans leaving your throat like a broken record.

“I-I’m gonna cum, please, please, can I?” You whimper desperately, hands scratching and clawing at the able in hopes of finding something to hold onto. You could feel your orgasm nearing, making you clench down greatly around his cock, earning a raspy moan from the man behind you.

“Y-Yeah, fuck, let it go sweetie.” He mumbled, his thrusts growing sloppy as he works on making you cum.

Without another second, you let out a shaky cry and cum over his cock, your walls milking him dry. He leans down, pressing his chest against your back to muffle his noises. He releases his thick load inside your pussy, his hands reaching up to push down on your shoulders.

A few minutes pass as the two of you relax from your high. Once he’s felt that you’ve calmed down enough, he slowly pulls out, hissing at the feeling. He stares at your wet pussy and how both your cum dripped out, a small chuckle leaving him.

He steps back and tugs your panties back up, making you cringe as he makes sure none of it falls out of your hole.

“..Danny… C’mon—s’yucky!” You whine as he helps you out your clothes back on. His touch was surprisingly gentle.

“Shut it. Lucky I didn’t cum all over your face.” He gives you a little pat on the cheek. You roll your eyes before reluctantly smiling and pulling him in for a kiss. He hums and kisses back, his large hands going to rub your waist.

You had no idea what the two of you were, fuck buddies, lovers? Maybe in another life you could of maybe lived a normal life, not one where one was a serial killer. Maybe a journalist. Danny Johnson sounds like a journalist name. You’d call him Jed as a nickname, you though, it would fit him.

You both slowly part, his hand going to pull his mask back down. He slaps your butt and pushes the towards the door, smirking.

“Until next time, sweetheart. Better get to the gates before it’s too late.” He tsk’s.

once again i didn’t proofread cuz i’m LAZYYY

[viperify]

Kinktober 2024 | 𝗼𝗰𝘁 𝟮𝟬: ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ X ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Still too vanilla for you?

Short summary: It was just a simple question to spice up your sex life. Tom though took it personal, which resulted in you now running from your boyfriend, deep into the Forbidden Forest. You knew, if he caught you – he would fuck you. And it wouldn’t be vanilla.

Warnings: 18+ only! knifeplay, fear play, degradation, hunter and prey, cnc, unprotected p in v, creampie, cumplay, dom!Tom

A/N: Well, I didn’t intend on posting today. In fact, I had a fic ready for Tuesday, but then I got this idea and well… I just finished this in like 3h lol. Feedback is as always appreciated <3

wordcount: 1,7k

You were hiding behind a tree, trying to escape your boyfriend who was currently chasing you through the forest. It all started when you asked him whether you two could try out some spicier stuff. The regular missionary sex you two had was great, no doubt about that, though you felt like something was missing in your intimate moments. “Tom,” you asked him, laying in bed beside him after you two just had sex, “could we try a spicing up our sex life?”

He turned to face you, raising an eyebrow. “Is this too boring for you? Is that what you are saying? You need more than what I am giving you?” You sighed. Of course his ego was hurt. You should have just kept your mouth shut.

“No Tom, I love it! But I thought-“

“I don’t want to hear it. Tomorrow, 8pm, Forbidden Forest. Better hide yourself well, because if I catch you, I will do bad things to you, love.”

“Tom please-“

“Do what I say.”

You only nodded in return, knowing better than to talk back to him.

The next day at 8, you entered the forest. It was October, and it had been raining all day, making the ground extra dirty, mud covering your shoes. Sun had set already, only a few more rays of sunshine hitting the wet grass. Crows were cawing loudly as you continued looking for a place to hide, an eerie feeling rising in your chest. You shrieked as you heard a branch crack and turned around. Yet, nobody was there. You must have imagined it.

As the night fell, you found a big tree, allowing you to hide behind its broad trunk. For the next hour or so, nothing happened and you were regretting your decision to come. He was playing with you as a punishment for your request, you were sure of it. He knew you were afraid of the dark, especially when you were all alone. Not to mention the Forbidden Forest itself, where bloodthirsty creatures of all sorts were looking for an easy prey.

You decided it would be best to just leave, but as you were about to get up, you heard something. Someone was humming in the distance, coming from the other side.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Your heart was beating in your throat, and you tried to be as silent as possible.

“Doll, I can hear your breathing. I know where you are.” His voice called out to you, steps advancing into your direction.

Shit shit shit.

Your vision was near zero, heavily impacted by the lack of sunlight, as you heard him come closer. You decided to run, but strong arms stopped you, pulling you flush against his body. You wanted to scream, however his big hands covered your mouth, muffling any sound you were trying to make. Kicking, biting, scratching, it all didn’t help. He didn’t let you go. “Isn’t this exactly what you wanted? Spice things up? And now you are all scared. Poor thing.” He taunted, gripping your hair in one of his fists, laying you down on the dirty forest floor, one knee on your back to keep you in place. “Going to show you what I am capable of, you greedy slut.”

You winced at the name he called you, sobbing apology after apology. It all was no use, your apologies falling on deaf ears.

Tom then reached into his pocket, and soon you felt a cold, sharp metal object press onto your throat. It must have been a knife from his collection, which was very dear to him. Your breaths came out shaky, hot tears rolling down your damp cheeks.

“Don’t you fucking make a sound, slut. Understood?” He hissed, applying more pressure on your poor skin.

“Y-yes!” You shrieked, obeying immediately.

At that, he ripped your shirt apart, not caring it was one of your favourites. You tried really hard to stay silent, yet small sobs escaped your lips. With the help of his knife he made quick work of your bra, cutting it in the back. He lifted you by your hair, holding your back flush against his chest. The lace material dropped to the ground, your nipples perking from the cold autumn air hitting your skin. He softly grazed his knife over your breasts as you tried your best to not make a sound. “My gorgeous tits. So pretty.” He whispered in your ear. “All mine, aren’t they?” You nodded frantically, and he huffed.

Smack.

Your head turned to the other side at the impact, and you hissed at the sting on your cheek. “Answer me properly when I ask something!” Tom demanded, knife back on your throat as a warning.

“Yes! All yours! I am sorry!” You cried out, making him scoff. “Pathetic.”

The brunette pushed your body back down into the muddy floor, sitting down on your lower back. He cut through your skirt, practically tearing the fabric from your body. All you could do was silently sob and take whatever your boyfriend was giving you. You had to admit, it may have scared you at first, but now you couldn’t help yourself but feel yourself grow wet at how he was treating you. Like a hunter that had found its prey, devouring and breaking you with all the power he had.

There you were, under him, while he inspected the thong you had put on. It was quite provocative. Red lace, barely covering anything. A hard smack turned you back to reality.

“Such a slut… wearing panties that cover nothing more than your pussy.” His firm grip also tore those apart, the sound of the ripping material making you whine. He then let his fingers slip between your folds, inspecting your cunt. “So damn wet and I haven’t even touched you properly. Absolutely pathetic, getting off on someone chasing you through the forest. Filthy girl.” He slipped two fingers inside of your welcoming heat, not giving you any time to adjust to the stretch. They curled inside of you, stroking your g-spot. Moans left your mouth as he ruthlessly thrusted his thick fingers inside of your glistening core, feeling a familiar knot form in your lower stomach. “Feel you clenching me, slut. Don’t you dare cum. Bad girls have to earn orgasms.”

You couldn’t. Not with how expertly his fingers worked the spongey spot deep inside of you, not with the dirty things he was telling you. “Please let me come, Tom! Please!” You screamed, frantically kicking your legs onto the ground.

“No.” He said, never halting any of his movements.

You couldn’t hold it any longer. His body was pressing down onto yours, not allowing you to move even the slightest bit. With a pained cry, you came around his digits. “What did I tell you? To go on and cum?” He hissed, removing his fingers from your dripping pussy as soon as your orgasm hit, ruining it.

“I am sorry!” You sobbed, scared of what he was going to do with you now.

“Greedy cunt can’t even wait a few minutes, huh? Head down, ass up.” Tom lifted himself from you, arm around your throat to make you arch your back as he positioned himself behind you, unbuckling his belt.

You cried, gasping for air as he was restricting your breathing.

“Stop fucking crying. This is what you wanted isn’t it? Treat you like the worthless slut you are?” He growled, smacking your ass repeatedly.

“Yes!” You sniffled, Tom’s words making your mind go fuzzy.

Without any warning he thrusted into you, slamming his thick length in and out, burying himself in your glistening core. He stretched you out completely, and you felt as though he was splitting you apart on his cock, a burning sensation erupting every time his tip hit your sensitive cervix. As you couldn’t help but both moan and sob uncontrollably, he fetched his knife and held it flush against your throat once more, shutting you up.

“You were fucking made for this cock, slut. This is your purpose. Pleasing me. You better take it.” His cock matched the tone of his voice, mercilessly abusing your tight cunt.

It was rough. Yet, you enjoyed every second of it. Your walls clenched around him again, milking him as you chased your second high.

“Gripping me so tight. Fuck.” He groaned, reaching under you to draw circles on your clit.

“Tom please-“ you moaned, your high about to wash over you.

“Cum, cum with me!” Tom growled, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, thighs trembling as you tumbled over the edge. Your boyfriend was quick to follow, your tightness milking him dry. “Take my cum. I am going to make your greedy cunt swallow every last drop of it.”

He stayed like this for a few seconds, catching his breath. As soon as his length had softened, he pulled it out of your sore walls, eliciting small whimpers from you.

He was still kneeling behind you, now spreading your slick folds with his fingers. “Push it all out for me, darling. All out.” Thick ropes of his hot cum soon dripped down your cunt, as he collected it with his tip, pushing it back inside of your abused center. You hissed, oversensitive from how roughly he treated you.

Your breath was still shaky, small sobs escaping your soft lips. “You okay, baby?” His demeanour had completed a 180-degree turn, now gently soothing your sore body.

“Y-yes Tom. I really liked that.” You croaked, the brunette cleaning you up and replacing your clothes with just a quick swirl of his wand. He then took you in his arms, kissing your forehead. “Did so well for me, doll. I am proud of you.”

He swooped you into his arms, returning to your shared home. He ran you a bath, which resulted in you two having a round two. He wanted you on top this time, slowly sinking up and down on his length, the warm water soothing the sting of his thick cock stretching you out yet again.

“I love you, Tommy.” You murmured, cuddling up into his side on your shared bed.

“I love you too, doll.”

You drifted off to sleep, certain that you would repeat today’s adventure soon.

[genshinluvr]

Anything for the Star

Pairings: Various Honkai Star Rail Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: March has a theory that the men would do anything for their precious shining star. However, you thought it was ridiculous. Due to you being skeptical about March's theory, March decides to put it to the test because those men would do anything for the star, right?

Note: I was supposed to post this yesterday/in the middle of the night, but my little brothers, my older brother, my older brother's fiancee, and I played a drinking game, and I got drunk— I'm a sleepy drunk, apparently! Hence why I wasn't able to post yesterday/in the middle of the night ;v; but fear not! Here is the update! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: None that I know of

Word Count: 3.9k

Read Part 2 of Anything for the Star [HERE]!

It’s not a secret that these ten men have feelings for you. You’re not oblivious to their advances, nor are you purposefully pretending not to know about their flirtations toward you. In fact, you love it when they flirt with you. If you were good at flirting, you would flirt back, but unfortunately, you’re not a natural flirt. Sometimes your flirtiness will come out of the blue, but most of the time, they’re not present.

The door to your bedroom slides open, making you look up from your phone to see March and Himeko. “[Y/N], can you test something out for me!” March asks, entering your room with the redhead following.

“Uh, sure! What is it that you need me to do?” You ask, shutting your phone off and putting them on your nightstand. “Let me guess, you need me to convince Pom-Pom not to scold you for leaving shoe prints on the Parlor Car’s floor?” you tease.

“Hey!” March huffs loudly while Himeko giggles behind her hands. “I did not leave those shoe prints on the floor! It was Caelus that left those shoe marks!” March exclaims, glaring at you with her cheeks puffing out. 

You grin at March as you migrate toward the edge of your bed. “I’m kidding, March. So, what do you want me to test out?” You ask, hugging your knees to your chest.

March opens her mouth to respond, but the door to your bathroom opens. Nanook walks out of your bathroom with water droplets dripping down his muscular tan chest while clutching onto the towel tied around his waist. Your, Himeko, and March’s eyes widen— the two women looking away flustered.

“Nanook, we talked about this!” You whisper loudly.

Nanook chuckles, running his hands through his damp hair. “Apologies, little one. I did not expect for us to have guests,” Nanook says, walking back to the bathroom as you frantically gesture for him to go to the bathroom and put on some clothes.

You don’t mind seeing Nanook parade around your bedroom in nothing but a towel wrapped around his slim waist, low enough for you to see the silver-white hairs peeking from the towel. You clear your throat, rubbing the back of your neck to grab March and Himeko’s attention. March looks at you with horror, pointing at you and then at the bathroom.

March squeaks, “Did you… Did you and Nanook…” March trails off, her face turning bright red with realization. 

Your eyes widen, and you shake your head fiercely. “No! No, we did not! March! Get your head out of the gutter!” You shriek, grabbing the pillow behind you and chucking it at the pink-haired girl.

March catches the pillow mid-air, grinning wide with victory, and holds the pillow up in the air while laughing triumphantly. She runs toward you, jumping in the air, ready to smack you with the pillow. You scream, roll out of the way and reach for the second pillow and start whacking her with it the minute she lands on your bed. Himeko sighs, shaking her head while chuckling.

“March, are you not going to tell [Y/N] about the favor?” Himeko asks.

You and March stop your mini pillow fight and turn to look at the redhead. Himeko props her hands on her hips and raises her eyebrows at March. March gaze at Himeko with a blank expression, her mouth agape. You lean back on your elbows and watch March try to remember what favor she wants you to do for her. You stifle your laugh as March continues to stare at Himeko blankly. March groans and smacks her forehead, plopping on your bed with an exasperated sigh.

"Great! I don't remember it anymore!" March exclaims, grabbing the pillow and hitting you in the face with it.

You yelp and tumble out the bed dramatically. During your mid-fall, Dan Heng, Caelus, and Mr. Yang enter your room to see you fall out of the bed after March throws the pillow in your face. While the fall was supposed to be playful and dramatic, you ended up landing on your arm in a funny position, causing you to suck in a sharp breath and clutch your arm to your chest while lying on the ground.

"[Y/N]!" Caelus gasps, running over to you.

Dan Heng kneels beside you, helping you up from the ground by lifting you up by the waist. "Are you alright?"

Mr. Yang turns to March, giving her a disapproving look. "March, can you please be careful next time? [Y/N] got hurt," Mr. Yang scolds.

You shake your head, waving your hand to grab Caelus, Dan Heng, and Mr. Yang's attention. "No, no! It's not March's fault! I thought it'd be funny if I acted dramatic, and, as you can see, that didn't end well on my end," you grunt. 

Dan Heng helps you get up on your bed, making sure not to touch your injured arm. Your arm isn't broken. There wasn't a snap or a crack. You feel fine! Although it does feel like you slept on your arm in a weird position, causing it to be sore and ache if you were to move your arm in the slightest. 

Upon hearing the commotion, Nanook steps out of your bathroom to see the Astral Express crew crowding around you like a worried mother hen. Nanook pushes past the group and kneels beside you, placing a gentle hand on your arm and lightly touching it. You stare at Nanook with a questioning gaze, wondering what he is doing. Nanook doesn't say a word and stands up, crossing his arms over his chest and rubbing his temples.

"Uh, can you guys get me the Immortals Delight? I think it'll make me feel better," you say, not taking your eyes away from the slightly miffed Aeon of Destruction.

"Huh? Immortals Delight? Isn't that on the Xianzhou Luofu?" March asks, propping her hands on her hips. "If we get you the Immortals Delight, we will need to stop by the Xianzhou Luofu if that's the case!"

Mr. Yang clears his throat, nodding. "We were heading to the Xianzhou Luofu already. We'll stop by to grab some Immortals Delight for [Y/N] before meeting up with the General of the Xianzhou Luofu," says Mr. Yang.

You stare at Mr. Yang. Does that mean you won’t be stepping foot out of the Astral Express? Your arm is hurting, but it’s not like you injured your leg and can’t walk. As much as you want to question them, you decide not to. Caelus, Dan Heng, Mr. Yang, March, and Himeko walk out of your room. Before March leaves your room, she stops and jogs back to where you lie. You and Nanook gaze at March quizzically as she plops on the edge of your bed.

"My favor is for you to test out my theory," March says ominously, nodding.

You blink at the pink-haired girl. "And what is that theory of yours? I am all ears!" you say, propping your head on the wrong arm, making you wince in pain.

March squeals, clapping her hands, and skips toward your bed. Nanook helps you sit up, letting you use him as a cushion. March gazes at Nanook, a little hesitant to let Nanook hear her theory. Still, she decides to let it slide for the Aeon of Destruction. March doesn't need you to test her theory out on the Aeon of Destruction when it's already evident that he would do anything for you. The entire time, while March tells you and Nanook (mainly you, she's ignoring Nanook) her theory, you can't help but be skeptical.

"I don't think your theory is going to need testing," Nanook interjects, crossing his arms over his chest.

March sputters, glaring at the Aeon. "And why is that? Is it because you don't want to see men bend to [Y/N]'s will?" March demands, propping her hands on her hips while jutting her hip out.

You clear your throat to break the tension between your best friend and your... Aeon. You have yet to give Nanook a title. You weren't sure if you should call him your friend or your lover because you and Nanook had yet to kiss in person. You wouldn't include the steamy dream/interaction you had with the Aeon a while ago, but regardless, you have yet to give him a title. His calling you his little one or star isn't a relationship title.

"We can test this theory of yours out, March. However, if it's simple requests such as getting me Immortals Delight at the Xianzhou Luofu, it does not count," you say.

March opens her mouth to protest but closes them after seeing the look on your face. It would be best if you were staying in the comfort of your room, but you had Nanook carry you to the Parlor Car to test your theory out. According to March, the heater in the Parlor Car is broken and has yet to be fixed. Since you're wearing shorts and a T-shirt, you're going to see if someone is going to be willing to give their jacket up for you. Or, instead of a jacket, they'll get you a blanket to keep you warm.

"I don't see the need in doing this when I can keep my little one warm without an issue," Nanook grumbles, sitting beside you on the couch in the Parlor Car.

March scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Oh, I know you will do anything for your little star. I want to see how whipped these men are for [Y/N]," March comments.

On cue, Caelus, Dan Heng, and Mr. Yang walk into the Parlor Car with Immortals Delight in their hands. That's right, their hands. There are three Immortals Delight just for you and only you. Your eyes widen, and a huge smile stretches across your face. The three men approach you, Nanook and March before simultaneously holding the Immortals Delight toward you. Oh boy, oh boy! Plenty for you to drink and get a sugar rush of a lifetime!

March makes a face. "I don't think [Y/N] should be drinking that much Immortals Delight," March says with uncertainty. cocking her head to the side.

Caelus shrugs. "Hey, they didn't say how many Immortals Delight they wanted, now, did they?" Caelus asks, cocking an eyebrow at March and handing the drink to you.

You grab the Immortals Delight and hum happily after taking multiple sips of the sweet beverage. Mr. Yang and Dan Heng place the other two Immortals Delight on the table before you. You involuntarily shiver, putting the cup on the table and rubbing your hands together,

"Are you cold? Here, take my coat," Dan Heng says, taking his jacket off and draping them over your shoulders before you could protest.

March turns toward you with a knowing look while Nanook sighs, rolling his eyes. You're immediately engulfed in warmth. You sigh with contentment, grab the Immortals Delight from the table, and continue sipping the sweet beverage. You chew and swallow the boba, turning to Nanook and holding the cup toward him. 

Nanook gazes at the cup and at you. You stare at him curiously, silently asking the Aeon of Destruction if he wants a sip of Immortals Delight.

Nanook sighs, leaning toward the straw, and sips from the same straw. Being the dramatic person that she is, March gasps loudly, covers her hand with one hand, and points at you and Nanook with the other. You, Caelus, Nanook, Dan Heng, and Mr. Yang look at March questionably.

"Why did you gasp like that?" You mutter, scooting close to Nanook as the Aeon of Destruction continues to sip the Immortals Delight and chew on the tapioca pearls.

March giggles behind her hand, shrugging. "I find it cute how you and Nanook practically had an indirect kiss with one another by sharing straws," March says, feigning innocence.

Oh, you see what March is doing. She's trying to set Caelus, Mr. Yang, and Dan Heng off by mentioning the sharing of the straws between you and Nanook.

Or, at least, that's what you're assuming March is trying to do. The doors to the Astral Express open and enter the three men of the Xianzhou Luofu and the three men from Jarilo-VI. You yawn and rub your eyes, sleepiness overcoming you.

"Hello! Welcome to the Astral Express! Is there anything we can assist you with?" You ask, taking another large sip of the Immortals Delight.

Luocha walks toward you, standing beside the table that holds the other two Immortals Delight. "I was informed to check on your arm. Mr. Yang informed me you injured yourself," Luocha replies, sitting beside you.

Huh? Mr. Yang secretly contacted the Xianzhou Luofu? More importantly, he reached out to Luocha about your somewhat injured arm? Personally, you don't think you hurt your arm. Yes, you landed on your arm when you were trying to be dramatic, but the pain should go away within a few days. At least, that's what you're hoping.

"May I check your arm?" Luocha murmurs, holding his hand out.

You sigh and shake Dan Heng's jacket off your shoulders, handing them back to the black-haired man. You extend your arm and let the long, blond-haired man gently caress your arm and begin feeling around your arm. When he squeezes your elbow, you hiss and squeeze your eyes shut.

"There's a faint bruise forming on your arm. Are you sure it was a light tumble?" Luocha asks, turning to look at Mr. Yang.

"It wasn't a bad fall! I didn't hear a snap or a crack," you say, frowning at Luocha. 

You shiver and rub your arm. The Parlor Car is colder than you thought it was, and you're not sure if it's because you drank a cold beverage or if the temperature has dropped even more. Luocha continues where he left off— healing your minor arm injury.

Blade stands over you and Luocha, gazing at your arm. "It's a relief you didn't give yourself tendinitis. If you did manage to do that, you'd need physical therapy, medication to reduce the pain, and you're now allowed to use your arm as often," Blade murmurs.

You sigh in relief. Thank the Aeons, you didn't give yourself tendinitis. You wouldn't know what else to do if you had it! From how Blade described it, it sounds like a burden and torture. Imagine not being able to do certain tasks without putting yourself through immense pain. 

"It's really cold in here. When is the heater going to be fixed?" You mutter, shivering in your seat.

Blade sits between you and Nanook, ignoring the death glare shot in his direction by the Aeon of Destruction. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you toward his chest. You rest your head on Blade's shoulders, shivering in his arms. 

Blade presses his lips to the side of your head. "I'll keep you warm for the time being," Blade murmurs.

March clears her throat. "We're not sure when exactly, but it should be fixed soon. It looks like you'll need someone to keep you warm until the heater is fixed," March winks at you.

You hum, closing your eyes. You're supposed to test out March's theory, and yet you're having slight issues with this so-called test. First of all, you didn't want to hurt Nanook's feelings if you continued to test the theory out for March. While Nanook hasn't said anything about the test other than glaring at the men that approach you and are handsy with you— and by handsy, you mean them hugging you and lightly brushing their hands against you.

Besides, even if these men are willing to do things as you say, you don't think it's solid proof that they would do anything for you. That is what you told March after the Immortals Delight and Blade letting you cuddle him on the Astral Express situation. And now here you are, sitting in your bedroom with March standing before you, looking like she's about to burst out laughing.

"What are you up to?" You ask, tapping your fingers on your legs anxiously.

March giggles. "Oh, it's nothing, really! Are you ready for your surprise?" March asks, clapping her hands with excitement.

You did not know what March had in mind for the surprise, but you're very curious because of the way she's acting. One minute you were in the Parlor Car, relaxing and hanging out with Himeko and Pom-Pom. The next, March is dragging you to your bedroom after asking you to follow her to your room for a surprise. March never mentioned anything to you, and the sudden secret surprise is making you wary of what's going to happen. The words ‘March’ and ‘surprise’ don't go well together— especially if this surprise is for you.

"Ready as I'll ever be!" You say, mentally preparing for what's to come.

March claps her hands happily. "Alright! Boys, come on out!" March announces, turning toward your bathroom.

The bathroom door opens, and lo and behold, the ten men walk into your room, their faces crimson red. Your eyes widen, and you look at March, baffled. March grins widely and nods, silently laughing while clutching her side. You cover your mouth and close your eyes, trying your best to keep your composure.

You clear your throat, opening your eyes. "How did you convince them to wear maid dresses? And where did you get the maid costumes?" You ask, turning to March.

Panic flashes across March's face. "Oh! Uh! [Y/N], did you not remember?! You told me you wanted to see these men in maid costumes because you believe they will look good in it!" Mach lies, giving you a fake smile.

You stare at the pink-haired girl with your mouth agape. Guess this is your cue to go with whatever March is lying about. 

You nod slowly. "And you guys did it willingly?" You ask, turning to look at the flustered men.

"March 7th said this was your wish, and who are we to turn down your wishes?" Jing Yuan asks, pulling down the too-short skirt. "I hope seeing us in this costume makes you happy." Jing Yuan blushes.

Does it make you happy? Seeing the ten men in maid costumes with skirts that are almost too short? The very same maid costume that is hugging them around the torso, making their muscles bulge under the dress, a garter wrapping around their thick, muscular thighs, biceps flexing with the slightest movement. Dear, Aeons. You nod and gulp, rubbing the back of your neck.

"I mean, sure! Dear, Aeons. I didn't think you guys would look so good in maid costumes," you squeak, nearly choking on your saliva.

Luka steps forward, flexing his biceps and running his prosthetic hand through his luscious hair. "I'm glad you wanted us to wear this, cutie patootie! I look good in this outfit," Luka says, smirking and flexing his biceps for you. "Do you want to feel my muscles?" Luka winks at you.

You stare at Luka, mouth agape. Fuck, do you want to feel Luka's bulging biceps? March notices your hesitation before nodding for you. March nudges you forward, making you stumble forward. You collect yourself as Luka stands before you, smiling down at you. He brushes your hair from your face and stifles his laugh when he feels the heat radiating from your face. You glare at Luka and reach forward with your eyes closed. You place your hand on Luka's bulging biceps, feeling him flex his bicep beneath your hand.

"Holy fuck, he's huge," you whisper to yourself.

You clear your throat for the umpteenth time before pulling your hand away from Luka's biceps, face hotter than it already was. Luka steps back with a laugh, crossing his arms over his chest with an amused smile. Sampo and Gepard then step forward, their arms over their chests. The apples of Gepard's cheek and his ears are almost as red as Himeko's hair, while Sampo looks eager— he has a wide smile on his face, and his cheeks and the tip of his ears are almost as pink as March's hair. 

You stare at the blond man and indigo-haired man skeptically, gnawing on the inside of your cheek. What are these two men up to, and why do they look eager yet shy? You narrow your eyes at them before turning to the pink-haired girl behind you. She grins at you and waves eagerly. You gesture for them to give you a moment before walking over to March, pulling her to the corner of your room. 

You hiss through clenched jaws, "March, what did you do?" 

March bats her eyelashes at you, swaying side to side. "What? I did nothing at all!" March says, crossing her arms over her chest. "Plus, don't you remember that we're testing out my theory?"

You grumble under your breath and push past the pink-haired girl, walking to Gepard and Sampo— feeling a sense of dread falling over you. March is up to something, and you're nervous to see what they have in store for you.

"What did March tell you two?" You ask weakly.

Sampo props his hands on his hips, making sure to flex his biceps. "March 7th informed us about how you wish to be squished between our chests," Sampo announces for everyone to hear.

Dan Heng, Caelus, Mr. Yang, Blade, Luka, Jing Yuan, Luocha, and Nanook raise their eyebrows at Sampo’s comment. Gepard sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose and nodding. You purse your lips and nod slowly. So this is what March refuses to tell you about. 

"Come here, Gumdrop. Get into my arms, and we shall make your dreams come true," Sampo purrs, making the come here motion with his index and middle finger. 

You make a dramatic sniffle before waddling over to Sampo. Sampo wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you to his chest and kissing the top of your head while ignoring the glare Nanook shot in his direction. 

Gepard clears his throat. "March also informs us that you wanted to be sandwiched between us for approximately ten minutes," says Gepard.

"Ten? I recalled thirty minutes!" March huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

You scoff. "Gepard, Sampo, and I are not going to be standing for thirty minutes!" You exclaim, glaring at the pink-haired girl.

March glares at you and gestures for Sampo and Gepard to step close to each other until you're pressing up against their chest. Sampo releases you and has you stand between him and Gepard. The two men walk toward you until you're squished between the two men. Their beefy pecks press up against your cheeks. Just when you thought your face couldn't be any hotter, you stand corrected.

"This is what you wanted. I don't understand how you're so shy about it," Gepard murmurs, wrapping his beefy arms around your waist before rubbing your hip bone with his thumb.

You sputter, "Well when it's being done in front of nine other people."

You feel something drip from your nose. You sniffle, reaching up and touching the liquid dripping from your nose. You look at your fingers to see crimson red. Oh, fuck. You're bleeding. 

"Huh," you mutter.

Nanook steps forward, gazing at you, worried. "Little one, what happened?" Nanook asks worriedly.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your world turns black. The last thing you heard was everyone gasping and screaming your name. Note to self: Do not test March's theory if it involves the men, or else she will take advantage of it and fluster you as much as she can.

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[dadsbongos]

succ u dry

814 words / warnings - falin's self imposed misery, idk pussy eating

summary - a succubus takes the most desirable form of their victim in order to feed, you so happen to be that form for Falin Touden.

kinktober: day 5 - monster ~~~

Falin has never been this deep into the dungeon, and she really wishes she paid closer attention to her brother’s ramblings before coming this way on her own. Two green little antennae wiggle at her from the shadows, pearly canines blinding beneath, and finishing off with the cutest little purple sleep romper (shame and pride blooming simultaneously). Hands tightening around her staff as she freezes in place.

“Good morning, Falin…” a sweet voice slurs, the creature’s head tilts kindly with a slow smile, “Hope you slept well.”

Jaw immobile, she can’t even shriek for the monster to stay back before it pounces. 

Sharp nails dig into her shoulders, sandy blonde hair scattering over the floor in the fall. The succubus keeps her pinned with a leg over her chest, knee digging between her breasts. Clawed nails spear her arms down before dredging toward her soft apple cheeks.

“You’re so pretty, Falin,” it says, “So cute, I bet your dad had to fight suitors off with a stick.”

Stuttered breaths are all that leave the woman, wide frantic eyes darting around the trusted visage of this monster. Falin cannot even twitch her mouth apart to scream for help. The succubus slowly draws its knee down the valley of her chest, along her sternum and across her stomach until it's straddling her thighs. Icy palms scaling up her torso chill through layered robes before unclinking the simple black leather around her waist. Her eyes clench so tight there’s a painful seize behind her forehead. 

Then that sweet, sweet voice whips her again, “C’mon, Falin, look at me,” it whines, “Just look at me, I wanna see your pretty eyes.”

Falin’s helpless to the sound even though it's a cheap imitation because in a way it's still you, right? 

And your mouth is lowering toward her pubis, hands shucking up her robes and lifting pale thighs over your shoulders. Broad tongue running flat along the seat of her plain white panties, pointed teeth scraping the sensitive curve where thigh meets pelvis to pull the fabric aside. Cool dungeon air meets the humiliating wetness smearing her flushed cunt, it makes Falin gasp in momentary clarity. 

Right then, it dives for the kill: suckling Falin’s swelling clit between plush lips and moaning with utmost delight at her taste. Tangy and sharp, and the creature presses your nose into wiry, flaxen pubes. Falin is forced to watch her legs jerk from pure shock, to watch your face lewdly explore hot spaces she’s only dreamed of you entering. 

Your face rears back, lips puckering to spit on her open pussy just to prod the quivering hole with your middle finger. Slow circling before invading the muscles, slowly spearing and curling the digit inside the cleric. Falin mewls, face scorching hot and mind melting from pleas for nobody to see this into a puddle only crooning for more. 

Her eyes slam shut again when the creature slithers a second finger in, scissoring apart just to loudly suck from her hole. Weak moans drool from the corner of her mouth and the longer she blinds herself the more she can pretend it really is you.

“Falin!” it huffs, continuing its pleasurable assault between her legs with pistoning fingers, “Look at me, baby, I need you to see me.”

When she does, thin -predatory- eyes gaze up at her.

Weirdly, it doesn’t shrink the knot in her gut telling her she’s about to burst. 

The succubus’ tongue flays down the roll of her tummy, its own eyes fluttering with euphoria. Again, teeth knick her skin but this time she can tell there’s gonna be pain. Frozen under fear and ecstasy and magic, Falin can merely shudder and whimper and gush around the fingers inside her when the monster bites into her hip. 

Her thighs spasm and breaths grow short and then your voice rings out again,

“Falin!” 

But the succubus’ mouth is still suctioned against her bruising flesh.

Falin’s hips jerk in panic. The succubus does not flinch. 

“Falin are you in there?!”

Rapid footsteps grow closer as your voice gets louder.

The succubus does not release her. Rather its fingers speed up and borderline hammer into the sponginess deep inside her -- tingling spreading across her hips from its bite. 

Her hips jump beneath the monster’s mouth as her stomach knots tighter, winding up and up before completely bursting.

Just as you run into the room, eyes alight with fear and mouth open mid-scream of, “Falin!”

Falin’s head is hung back, eyes open and caught with yours -- really yours -- and she screams, “Fuck, uh, look- ah!- look away!”

Your gaze snaps to where she’s cumming for a monster, and in your adorable little purple sleep romper that she gifted you attack the beast. Clammy hands assisting her up before shyly asking, 

“So… did you want… ? Me to eat you out?”

[drvirgus]

Panda I'm dying, I need SO BAD a fic of Minji being spiderman, I already read all the ones there were

LIKE, GOD, MINJI LOOKS SO PERFECT AS SPIDERMAN

(sorry, I'm crazy)

we all are crazy for my Wife (Minji) :D hopefully you like it

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Spiderwoman

Spiderman! Minji X fem! Reader

One shot:

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Annoyed, I rolled my eyes as they quickly, almost lightning-fast, darted over all the posters of a new superhero. Spiderwoman... I frowned in frustration. This superheroine was just a pervert.

I took a deep breath and glanced over at one of my friends who was happily waving at me. I waved back immediately, but then another girl (Kim Minji) waved at me as well. Clearly surprised, I walked past the first person and hugged Haewon, one of my closest friends. The other girl’s eyes followed me, and her hand lowered in embarrassment as a flush spread across her cheeks.

"Oh my God, did you see it?" Haewon asked excitedly as she pulled away from the hug and fished her phone out of her pocket, seemingly to show me some video that had gone viral on social media. My eyes looked at the screen, and I saw Spiderwoman apparently catching some criminals and handing them over to the police.

I pressed my lips together. "What time was that?" I asked, causing Haewon to immediately check the time in the corner of the video and look back at me. "Around 6 PM, why?" she asked, but I just shrugged. My eyes instinctively rolled again at the memory of our first meeting.

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Flashback begins

I yawned tiredly while drying my wet hair. My bathrobe was open, not really hiding anything. But why should I hide? I lived on the 4th floor, the rent was cheaper, and no one could see me anyway.

Humming along with the music playing from my small speakers, I bent over to grab fresh underwear from my closet. A loud noise immediately caught my attention, so I looked toward the door and then toward my balcony.

Startled, I let out a scream, my eyes widening. My first reaction was to grab something. My hand gripped the broom tightly as I approached the balcony, eyes narrowed and brows furrowed. How the hell—was that Spiderwoman?!

I flung open the balcony door, and the broom landed on the superhero’s head as she seemed to be looking away. “Ouch, that hurt,” the superhero complained, holding her head with both hands. My frown deepened as I noticed her arms falling limply by her sides, her head bowed down toward me. But lower than my face, so I followed her gaze.

I gasped loudly as I realized my bathrobe was still open. Embarrassed, I shrieked and turned around, quickly tying the robe properly with an extra tight knot. The broom fell to the floor, making me flinch a little.

"Who the hell are you, you pervert?!" I yelled, but to my surprise, Spiderwoman stepped even closer and put her hand over my mouth to stop me from screaming. "I just got lost," the woman under the mask said, her voice slightly muffled.

I glared at the taller figure. My hand moved to her wrist, trying to push her hand away from my mouth, but she didn’t let me. I rolled my eyes immediately. “Will you stop screaming?” she asked softly, making me roll my eyes again before nodding. Spiderwoman hesitated visibly but released my mouth shortly after.

I sighed in clear annoyance and adjusted my bathrobe. Spiderwoman was still standing there. I couldn’t see her eyes, but I could feel her gaze on me. I sighed again as I looked up at the taller figure. My eyes wandered over her entire body. Even though it was dark, I could make out everything.

The tight latex suit clung to her skin, the spiderweb design spread across her chest, her... chest. You could see how tall and well-built this stranger was. How large her hands were, and how—

"I see you staring."

My head snapped up to look at the taller woman, and somehow I knew she was grinning. No—I knew she was grinning.

I scoffed. "As if. Keep dreaming," I said, rolling my eyes and waving my hand dismissively. The stranger laughed. “We’ll see each other again, Y/n,” she said before jumping off my balcony and swinging from building to building.

My eyes widened. “How do you know my name?!” I shouted after the superhero, but I never got an answer.

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Flashback End

“What do you want here again? Lost your way?” I said mockingly, rolling my eyes. The superhero looked at me from the balcony, as my door was open. Her hand was on the glass to push the door open a little further to see inside better.

“I didn’t know superheroes were allowed to commit crimes,” I added, raising an eyebrow as I looked up at Spiderwoman, who hesitantly stepped into my apartment, glancing around. “Is it really a crime?” she asked, making me chuckle. I rolled my eyes once more. “Unwanted entry is still called trespassing,” I replied, my tone playful but with a hint of seriousness.

Spiderwoman looked at me, but I couldn’t tell her expression beneath the mask. I was still sitting on the floor, my book open in front of me as I tried to study for my upcoming exams. She glanced at me, then sat beside me. “You did this wrong,” the taller woman said, pointing at one of my problems.

I frowned and read the question again. “Know-it-all,” I muttered under my breath, closing the notebook and exhaling in visible frustration. But my expression changed quickly when I noticed the wound on her shoulder.

Sighing in annoyance, I stood up. “Stay here,” I instructed. “I thought I wasn’t welcome?” she teased, her grin almost audible. I rolled my eyes again and went to my small medicine cabinet.

Armed with a bandage, healing ointment, disinfectant, and some cotton pads, I returned and sat next to the superhero. “Take it off,” I said. Spiderwoman laughed softly. “At least take me on a date first,” she joked, causing me to snort in amusement.

“I can’t. You’ll see my face,” the superhero added, her voice quieter now. Nervously, her fingers played with the suit on her thigh. “Shut up and turn around,” I said, rolling my eyes. “This way, I won’t see your face,” I added, waiting for her to turn.

I was curious. How the hell was she going to take off that suit?

“Rip the spot,” the stranger instructed, making me click my tongue in annoyance. “What? Curious about who I am?” she asked, laughing lightly as she tilted her head back to look at me. I hesitated. “Well, I’d like to know who’s been stalking me,” I replied softly, my eyes locking onto the ones on her mask. I swallowed audibly.

Without thinking, my fingers reached up and began to peel the mask from her face. My lips parted as her lips became visible. I could feel my heartbeat quicken as I freed the tip of her nose, but she stopped my hand by grabbing my wrist.

“What exactly are you trying to do, Y/n?” she asked. My fingers released the mask, but Spiderwoman made no move to fix it. My eyes were fixed on her lips. “I don’t know,” I murmured quietly as I leaned in slowly.

My lips pressed against hers, and it didn’t take long for her to kiss me back. My hand cupped her face. Spiderwoman broke the kiss, but only to turn and lean over me. Her hand rested on my neck as her lips worked against mine.

“Y/n.”

I didn’t know who she was.

“You’re beautiful.”

I didn’t know how she knew my name.

I felt her tongue glide over my lip, asking for entry, which I gave without a second thought. My hand lifted as I felt her push me back against the couch, straddling one of my legs.

My hand landed on her shoulder, and I tilted my head slightly to deepen the kiss with just as much passion. But Spiderwoman hissed and pulled away. My eyes widened as I saw the warm red blood on my hand. Almost immediately, I sat up. “Oh my God, I’m sorry,” I said, but she simply smiled. This time, I could see it since her mask was still only pulled down to her nose.

I took a deep breath. “Turn around,” I said, more seriously this time, and Spiderwoman complied without hesitation.

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"Kim Minji?" I called out into the classroom, holding one of the exam papers in my hand. My eyes locked onto a particular person who was confidently walking toward me. My breath caught for a moment as my gaze briefly lingered on the taller woman’s lips. "Y/n?"

God... the way she said my name sounded so familiar...

I cleared my throat as a flush of color crept onto my cheeks, and I quickly met the black-haired woman’s eyes. Minji smiled at me as she took the exam paper with both hands. "Thank you, Y/n," she said with a smile, her eyes still fixed on mine.

But then, my eyes caught sight of the bandage on Minji’s shoulder, and my eyebrows shot up. "Hey, what... happened there?" I asked more quietly, causing Minji to pause just as she was about to walk away. Her eyes briefly flicked to her own shoulder and then back to me.

"Oh, uh," she started but hesitated for a moment. "Car accident."

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I kept catching myself staring longingly at the balcony. My eyes weren’t even watching the show on TV anymore, just the balcony. Sighing, I glanced at the clock, noticing how it kept ticking, never stopping.

My phone lit up, and I immediately grabbed it.

Kim Minji (11:29 PM): Thanks for being concerned. If you want, I can help tutor you.

Kim Minji (11:30 PM): Not that I’m saying you’re dumb or anything. It was just... yeah, uh. Sorry.

I was about to respond, but then I heard the familiar sound of the superhero finally landing on my balcony. Huffing, I stood up from the floor, narrowing my eyes at the taller woman, who hesitated to step in when she saw my face. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

Huffing again, I turned away, quickly typing on my phone.

Me (11:32 PM): *Thanks, Minji. I’ll definitely take you up on the tutoring offer :) *

“Baby—”

“Don’t call me ba—” I stopped myself mid-sentence when I noticed a notification light up on her latex suit. My jaw tightened. “Why are you so late? Who were you with? God, why was I so stupid?” I asked, tossing my phone onto the couch and pacing in my small living room. “You’re a superhero. You could be married. God, I kissed you? I’m waiting for you? Oh no.”

“Y/n—”

“You could be sleeping with anyone, and I wouldn’t know. I kissed a complete stranger. I don’t even know how old you are.”

“Y/n—”

“Why did I even do that? Oh God, even if you’re a good person, you could die! You could... I don’t even know... I don’t know anything—”

“Look at me, damn it.”

“Not now, Minji,” I muttered as I glanced at the woman in my living room before looking back at the floor.

My breath hitched as I slowly raised my head again and saw the unmasked woman standing there. She was still in her suit, but the mask—she held it firmly in her hand.

“Minji?”

“Yes?”

“Kim Minji?”

“Yes?”

My mouth fell open as I stared at the taller woman, who gave me a nervous smile. I blinked several times, but no words came out.

“Are you... disappointed?” Minji asked quietly. I could see her shoulders begin to slump, her entire expression changing. I swallowed hard. “That... it’s you?” I asked softly, and Minji nodded. I shook my head in response.

“Are you happy?” Minji asked as she stepped closer, her eyes locked on mine. My lip trembled as I took in her whole face. “I don’t know,” I admitted, causing Minji to nod slightly. Her hand gently cupped my cheek, her lips parting.

“Can I?” she asked quietly. I swallowed, still in shock, and it took a moment before I finally nodded.

Minji was Spiderwoman...

Kim Minji, aka Spiderwoman... kissed me. In my apartment.

Minji kissed me.

and i dont know if its good... or bad.

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[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Bud Light

Pairing: dbf!Joel Miller x Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Notes: First of all bestie I GOTCHU second of all yall be nice dis is my first Joel okay

You’re not really sure how you got stuck taking care of these two drunk bastards but here you were, dragging your dad and his best friend into the house after Roxy called you to come pick them up from the bar. Getting them into the car was easy with her help, getting them out of the car was an entirely different story. 

You’re glad this wasn’t too much of a regular occurrence, they rarely went on benders like this especially considering they were too damn old for it, but tonight was apparently a special occasion. You walk your father up the stairs first, he’s nearly sobbing, praising you for everything you’ve accomplished and how proud he is of you and how cool? You are and that he thinks those blue jeans you bought really do look nice on you and he’s sorry for making you feel like they didn’t and that he should be a better father to you.

He also apologizes for not taking you to the zoo and promises he’ll take you first thing tomorrow morning. He forces you to help him buy tickets to skip the line and makes sure you get one for Joel too. 

You finally get him to pass out after promising he’s the best dad in the entire world and he more than made up for your mother running out on you two when you were 12. 

You come back downstairs and sigh, your hands on your hips. Joel is where you left him…sorta. He’s on the floor now, he must’ve rolled off the couch, you walk over to him and get on your knees, shaking his shoulder. 

“Joel? Joel C’mon you gotta get in bed” He rolls over again, a sleepy look on his face. He seems so peaceful right now, it’s so different from the hard stare permanently etched onto his face. He’s… handsome like this, not that he usually isn’t. He sits up slowly and you smile. 

“There we go… alright gorgeous let’s get you into bed”

“Gorgeous huh?” He smirks a little and your cheeks flush. It would practically be a crime to say you didn’t feel anything for the older man, and you weren’t really sure what it was that you felt… but the lingering glances you’d share, the way he’d purposely brush past you in the kitchen, his hands on your hips as he called you “Darlin’” may have been a little hint. He’d been so cool and stoic to everyone, all around relaxed, it made the times he was gentler with you stand out so much more. 

You could think of all the moments he got your heart fluttering, and how right it felt when he did. You’d constantly thought about the day you first thought he was into you. He’d come over to watch some game with your dad and go swimming after, you were just walking out to go tan by the pool when suddenly you got tackled into the water. You were brought back up screaming and spluttering as both men howled with laughter, Joel held you tightly as he walked you back over to the shallow area, and your dad ran back inside to avoid your wild kicking and splashing. 

“You jerk! I’m gonna kick your ass so hard! Better yet I’m gonna drown your-“ You freeze in place as you realize he’s staring at you, he wets his lips and smirks before leaning back in the water. 

“That’s a whole lotta bitchin’ from a girl with no top on” 

You look down and squeal loudly before covering your chest and plunging back into the water.

“Joel!” You shriek and he snickers again before swimming off to where he’d tackled you in. You hold your arms over your chest tightly as you watch his lean form swim all the way back to you, you bite your lip as his swim trunks drag low on his hips with each powerful stroke of his arms… speaking of… 

He finally comes up out of the water right in front of you, he towers over you as your top hangs from the tip of his finger, the water cascading down his body. You gulp and reach for it gingerly.

“T-thank you” 

“Anytime sugar” 

And you had the audacity to wonder how you really felt about him. 

“Don’t be gettin’ all shy on me now sunshine” Joel looks up at you from his spot on the floor, his eyes hazy but focused on you, you can practically feel the hunger oozing from his gaze. 

You get up from the floor and stand up, holding your hands out to him.

“Ha ha so funny. Come on… it’s time for bed.” 

“You sure you won’t have one last drink with me?” He grabs your hands and yanks you down onto his lap, you yelp as you crash down against him and smack into his chest

“J-Joel- come on this isn’t funny” He doesn’t let you pull away as he grips your hips. You gasp as your hips grind involuntarily into his and he grins wickedly. 

“I’m not laughin’ Sugar” He mumbles as his hands come up to cup your face, he stares deeply into your eyes and you know he can feel your cheeks burning in his palms.

“You’re drunk,” You tell him and he scoffs 

"I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?" 

You look around for a second, your eyes narrowing quizzically as he stares overly intensely at you.

"You’re not doing anything." 

He looks so genuinely offended as he lets go of your face, you coo over the grown man practically pouting, and it sends your heart fluttering. How could this man of all men be so absolutely adorable?? 

"But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?" 

His head falls back against the couch and he sighs loudly, like a dog who has a hard day of not paying the bills and you stare at him like he’s got three heads.

“Maybe we should-“ 

“It was stupid… to think you’d be into an old guy like me” He chuckles quietly to himself before rubbing his hands tiredly over his face.

“Especially your old man’s friend. You’re right- you- fuck you’re right- I’ve drank way too-“ 

He’s cut off by your lips on his neck, kissing the stubble-coated column of his throat, you like the way he feels against your lips as you kiss up his jaw. He slowly tilts his head back to look up at you and you look at him with rapt attention. 

“You think you can keep a secret?” You ask quietly and he nods slowly, like he’s hanging from your every word. 

“I got it” 

He laughs a little before leaning in to capture your lips in a slow, tender kiss. He pours all his hidden love and adoration into it, his lips moving against yours hungrily but easily. 

One hand cups your cheek, thumb stroking along your jawline as the other wraps around your waist, holding you close. Joel deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding along the seam of your lips, seeking entrance. You eagerly let him in and he explores your mouth with a low groan, relishing the sweet taste of you.

You pull away panting softly and he gets up from the floor, picking you up and nuzzling his nose against your neck when you wrap your legs around his waist.

“You think you can keep quiet Sugar?” He walks toward the stairs and you nod, dipping back in to kiss him. 

“That’s my good girl” 

[sheeple]

Miracles don't exist | 35: The cellar

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Torture / mutilation / time is weird in this one [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

The Death Eaters drag you kicking and screaming down the hall. They've managed to disarm you before you could do sustainable damage to any of them. You trash in their hold, trying your best to get out and run. Maybe you even have a chance to snatch your wand.

You let out a groan as they throw you on the ground. A hand reaches out and grabs a fistful of your hair. You whimper and move along with the hand. Bellatrix has a sneer on her face as she presses her wand into your neck.

"For how long have you been spying on us?"

You shake your head as much as her hold permits. "I haven't-"

"LIAR!", she screeches and raises her wand. A hot red flash passes over you before your body contorts painfully. You let out a yell. The feeling of millions of knives piercing your body. "TRAITOR!"

By the time the curse had let up, you're breathless. Your head lulls to the side, tears in your eyes. And to be honest, the only thing you can think about is that you're glad Theo isn't here.

She shoves something in your face. A letter. The same one you wrote during the Ministry hearing. It must have fallen out of your pocket during the chase. Yaxley for sure must have picked it up.

"That isn't... mine." Determined, you look at Bellatrix and give her a sneer. 

Bellatrix raises her hand and strikes you. Your cheek stings and flares up as you feel your nose starting to bleed again. "You dare to betray the Dark Lord?! Betray your own kin?! You should be killed!" Bellatrix raises her wand again, a murderous glint in her eyes.

You don't flinch. If you're going to die, you'll die fighting. Collecting the blood in your mouth, you spit it in Bellatrix's face. An audible gasp goes around the room as they watch the red glob hit her face.

"Go ahead, kill me. You were never my family", you hiss, giving her a cold stare, "I wish you would have rotted away in Azkaban."

Bellatrix shrieks, going absolutely ballistic. She summons a knife and holds you down. First, you’re hit with another round of crucio so you stop struggling in her hold. You can handle that. But then… The point of a knife gets slowly pressed into the flesh of your collarbone before the spell has run its course. You try to wiggle away, crying and sobbing as the pain only multiplies as Bellatrix carves something in your flesh.

It feels like it goes on for hours. At one point you stopped moving, seeing no will to do so. You stare off into the distance, seeing the Malfoy's stand huddled together. Draco looks horrified while Narcissa clings to Lucius. 

Is there no one who would stand up for you? No one would save you from this torture? Yes, but you’ve sent that someone away. For his safety. Yes, everything for Theodore’s safety.

By the time Bellatrix is done, you're halfway passed out. You barely notice how you are grabbed and dragged somewhere. Somewhere dark where the door slams loudly and a heavy lock turns.

You lay curled up on the cold floor, your body twitching and gasping for breath. In between the ringing in your ears, you hear footsteps approaching you.

"Please", you gasp, "no more. Please..." Rolling to your belly, you do your best to crawl away from whomever it may be that is ordered to do your next round of Crucio.

"Miss Black?", asks a soft voice and you stop. You roll back and look at the person who said your name. Mr Olivander

A relieved sob escapes you. At least he won't hurt you. 

The older man — who looks worse for wear — gives you a small smile. "Miss Black- or should I say Mrs Nott? Cedar, almost 13 inches, swishy, with a core of unicorn hair, if I am not mistaken." Mr Ollivander nods and walks off, returning with a lantern. 

With much difficulty, you push yourself into a seated position. "Oh... you're bleeding, dear." He points to your collarbone. You reach out but hiss as the flesh is still tender.

You look around, your eyes adjusting to the dark. "Where are we?"

Mr Ollivander hands you a small bowl of water. Your hands still shake as you take it gratefully and take slow sips. "We're in the cellar." The old man groans as he goes to sit against a wall.

He looks deadly pale and his cheeks are fallen in. "How... how long have you been down here?", you ask carefully. He must be the one you've heard screaming a while back.

Mr Olivander's shoulders slump. "I'm afraid I do not know. Time moves differently down here. It's made so no witch or wizard can use their magic to escape." 

The wandmaker spoke the truth. Despite the once-a-day meals — at least, you think it is. Could be a once-in-many-days with the way your body aches — there is no indicator if it's day or time. 

Draco often sneaks you and Mr Olivander extra food. It's mostly in the form of an apple which he rolls through the bars of the door. You turn away every time he whispers your name, his hands clutching the bars tightly. Only after he leaves deflated, do you scramble to eat the apple. 

As time passes Mr Olivander and you get cellmates. At first, it's Griphook. He's a sour man who distrusts any who's a witch or wizard. He mostly sits in the corner and grumbles to himself.

Next is Luna. You're actually happy and at the same time sad to see her. You throw your arms around her and squeeze her tightly. "Are you okay? Are you broken? Does something bleed?" You turn her over and rake your eyes over her front to see if any blood has seeped into her clothes.

"I am fine. I however do not know where I am." She looks around before her eyes fall on Mr Olivander. She makes her way over to him and strikes up a conversation as if it's a normal Tuesday at tea time.

Running a hand over your face, you turn towards her. "What date is it?"

"The Christmas break has just started."

The shock dawns upon you when you count out the months. It's been three months. Three months trapped in this blasted cellar. You knew it was more than a couple of weeks, as your wound has healed and is only a scar now. 

Oh Merlin, Theo must think that you've died. That either Bellatrix or Voldemort have killed you. Tortured you before ending your life abruptly and too soon.

You slide down a wall, hand clasped over your mouth as tears spill out of your eyes. You stay like that for Salazar knows how long. The heartache of the idea that Theodore mourns your death makes you immobile with sorrow. It feels pointless to move if you can't communicate with him that you're indeed alive.

What you can only assume are months passing by before something happens. There is screaming from upstairs before someone's coming down the stairs. You hide in the dark, pressing yourself up against the wall as two people get pushed inside. 

The two figures rush towards the gate. "What are we gonna do? We can't leave Hermione alone with her."

Luna slowly creeps forward and calls out a name. "Ron? Harry?"

The two figures turn around and as a light flickers on, it indeed are Ron and Harry. Harry's face looks pretty busted up.

Slowly everyone comes out of their hiding spot now. The two boys' eyes fall upon you. Harry rushes towards you, wanting to hug you. But you flinch away, hiding behind a pillar. Harry stops with a frown on his face. "What happened to you?"

An agonising scream is heard from upstairs and your stomach drops as you recognise the voice. Hermione. "Oh no", you whisper, moving closer to the door. You flinch as she screams out. Involuntarily, a whimper escapes you. You can imagine what Bellatrix is doing with her.

"We have to do something!" Ron turns towards the group, a distraught expression on his face.

Mr Olivander shakes his head. "There is no way out of here. We've tried everything! It's enchanted."

Another whimper escapes you and you lean your forehead against the icy bars as Hermione pleads and screams.

Harry crouches down and takes something out of his sock. A shard or something. He speaks to it, begging for help. 

Wormtail comes scurrying down the stairs, wand in hand and pushing Ron and Harry away. He takes Griphook before he's gone again. 

Ron returns the light and at the moment Dobby appears. He stumbles a bit but is overall happy to see Harry. "Dobby? What are you doing here?"

"Dobby has come to rescue Harry Potter of course! Dobby will always be there for Harry Potter!"

You take a good look at the elf. It has been some years since you've seen him. Harry actually made Lucius free Dobby in your second year. You know that because your uncle loudly complained to the whole manor how annoying it was that they lost a house elf.

Dobby seems to spot you and bows to you. "Miss Black! It is good to see you alive."

You give him a small and tired smile. "Happy to see you too, Dobs."

"Wait- are you saying you can apparate in and out of this room?", Harry realises. Of course, the Dark Lord's minions didn't house elf-proof the cellar. They're idiots. 

And so a plan is hatched. Dobby firstly take you, Luna, and Mr Olivander to some address Ron provided.

"No", you protest, "I want to help. I want to fight. I want to hurt them like they hurt me!" Tears fill your eyes.

Harry shakes his head. "You're in no condition to fight. You have to go to safety."

Reluctantly, you hold one of Dobby's hands with Luna and you are pulled and squeezed before you land on something wett. Sand. 

Hurling, you puke up the joke of a meal you've been provided with. Falling over, you lay on your back and stare up at the sky. Never once in your life, you've been so happy to see it being overcast.

Pressing the balls of your hands into your eyes, the first whimper escapes you before you start to weep. You're okay. It's finally over. You're out of that blasted cellar.

The only clear though is that you have to find a way to track down your Teddy and hope he hasn't been doing anything stupid in your name.

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[breakfastteatime]

And now, the final Survivor request is Twist for @believe-in-alderaan

If the knife in his thigh twists any deeper, Cal is going to be in real trouble. Serious trouble. Life ending trouble. He glares at the bounty hunter, their smirk radiating despite the helmet. It’s all Cal needs to find the strength to push out with the Force and send his would-be assassin over a cliff and into the raging river below.

Shifting his balance, Cal feels the knife twist even more. He can’t contain his cry of pain. He really, really wants this thing out.

BD hurries back to Cal from where he’d been knocked flying. He tells Cal not to pull out the knife no matter how much it hurts.

“I know, BD,” Cal says, trying to catch his breath. This is not the first time in his life he’s been impaled which is a weird thing to be able to say. Hopefully this knife is cleaner than that bit of rebar that jammed itself into his arm on Bracca. They’re not too far from the Outpost, and Cal is not looking forward to seeing Greez and showing him this latest injury. He tries to put his weight on it, sighing when it just about holds. “Okay. I can do this.”

He takes a step.

His leg holds.

A few more steps.

Leg holds…

Another –

His thigh screams for relief and his knee gives out. Cal tumbles to the ground, feeling the knife bite deeper into flesh and muscle. His howl echoes across Koboh’s plains. This is what he gets for helping a prospector – losing out on priorite and a bounty hunter’s knife in his leg.

Losing the priorite stings. There’s something about prospecting that takes him back to scavenging on Bracca, the spark of relief finding something he can exchange for the goods he really needs, and he’d prefer not think about that in too much detail right now, thank you very much.

BD skuttles around him, Cal’s ears ringing too loudly to hear what BD’s saying. He’d check in with the Force, but he’s too distracted by the pain and the hot blood rolling down his leg and staining his pants. Dammit, he liked these ones too. So rugged and practical.

Not anymore.

Digging deep – you know me; I’m persistent – Cal gets up and resumes his sorry shamble back to the Outpost. By the time he’s moving between the buildings, prospectors give him weird looks and wider births.

Except Turgle. Turgle sees him, shrieks and scarpers, massive feet flip flopping loudly. Eye-roll beeping (it’s a speciality), BD gives Cal all the encouragement he needs to just. Keep. Going and –

And Greez suddenly appears, Turgle struggling to keep up. Greez says nothing, looks terrified, and proceeds to act as a crutch so Cal can limp a little faster back to his basement room.

“Floor, not bed,” he manages to tell Greez. “Don’t wanna ruin your sheets.”

“I don’t care about the sheets, I care about your leg, you not bleeding out, and you not catching some horrific infection.” Greez takes a deep, meditative breath. “Okay, BD, go tell Monk I need the good kit. He’ll know what I mean. And if Mosey’s up there, tell her to wash up ‘cause I’m gonna need her. And – ”

Cal zones out. Or passes out. Either way, he comes to the moment the knife in his leg is untwisted and wrenched free. He cries out so sharply he feels the sound tear the back of his throat. There are voices and hands, liquids poured, bandages wrapped, and sometime after that Cal notices he’s not on the floor anymore, he’s in his bed, and he’s sporting a strange pair of long/short pants in which one leg is fine and the other has been cut into some kind of hot pant style that does not suit him at all. It might keep him cooler, but he’ll be torn to shreds by Koboh’s flora.

“How come your leg doesn’t have all those freckle speckles too?” Greez comments when he spots Cal is lucid once again.

Cal grabs a blanket and covers his legs.

BD answers for him.

“I do see the sun,” Cal mumbles. “Just not that particular part of me.”

“Humans are weird,” Greez announces.

You’re telling me, BD burbles.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

S/O throws a slice of cheese onto Skeletons face.

Undertale Sans - He stays perfectly still and doesn't move. When you pass by the couch a few hours later, he's still there, with the cheese slice on his face, lifeless. That's his new life now.

Undertale Papyrus - He shrieks in shock before taking the slice out of his face. What the hell? This is disgusting. He needs to wash his face now because the smell is horrible. He doesn't even like cheese! It's in these small moments that Papyrus' autistic side really shows lol. He hates feeling sticky things on his bones and he's going to be grumpy all day long because you broke his routine by wasting his time as he has to clean again lol.

Underswap Sans - He panics as he's suddenly blind and throws the cheese back to you, smacking your face so hard with it that you fell on your butt. Don't do that! You scared the crap out of him. Give him a warning next time!

Underswap Papyrus - He ducks instinctively. The cheese ends on the top of his skull. He thinks it's funny though and refuses to take it off as it was always his dream to have hair. Now you have a problem because he will definitely keep it for a few days and the smell will soon be terrible.

Underfell Sans - He hisses, before rolling on the floor like a wild animal to claw and fight the maleficient cheese on his face, thinking it's actually way bigger than it is. Well, he's not overreacting at all! When he realizes nothing is actually killing him, he's so mad he refuses to talk to you until the next day. Worth it though.

Underfell Papyrus - He's annoyed but gets over it quickly to go back to his cooking. He can believe how immature you are sometimes. Thank god, he's here to show you how to put cheese in the lasagna because how would you survive without his brilliant mind. You smack another cheese behind his head to make it shut up. Oh, that's on. Edge turns around and starts to attack you with cheese as well.

Horrortale Sans - He instinctively catches the cheese with his mouth. He's really happy about the snack and starts purring more loudly. Welp, that's not what you expected to happen, but at least he's happy.

Horrortale Papyrus - You miss the head because he's so tall. The cheese slid right between his ribs and ends on his soul. Now Willow is screaming and twitching to get it off, very uncomfortable. You decide to retreat as fast as you can before he has a chance to lecture you to death. Sadly, he catches your movement and stops you with blue magic. Oh no you don't dare to leave. Good luck with that.

Swapfell Sans - He's not amused. He gives you THE stare. The one insulting silently your intelligence and judging you so hard you might feel ashamed eventually. He never says a word. His stare is enough to make you leave the room.

Swapfell Papyrus - Ah, ah. Congratulations, you got him. He's defeated... not. The next day, you wake up with your hair full of cheese slices to the point it's going to take a few hours to clean... Play with the prank master and find out.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Wine is a bit of a maniac on the edges so he reacted to this filthy thing like you expected him to do: dramatically. Like this, basically:

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - CHEESE! Coffee loves cheese! Sure, the way to give him the cheese is weird but quickly forgotten because he can eat cheese and he's so happy about it!

[gaily-daily-musings]

More anti-christ Anakin snippets (first drabble here)

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Anakin cannot call the horsemen to him without calling all of them at once. They'd be overwhelmed and the Apocalypse would jump start. So for now they have to track them down one by one the hard way. Except they don't really know where to start.

While in Paris they meet a psychic who claims to have connections with a low level demon. Anakin thinks there may be a chance the demon may know something about where the horsemen are currently stationed. Which parts of the world. Anything at this point would be helpful.

They arrange a meeting with it. They turn up in some shithole back end bar. The demon is wearing a Glamour and they recognize Anakin. They panic and try to flee. They run into the back but Anakin gives chase and uses his powers to capture it. (He's been practicing. He's getting very good and very powerful.)

It's then they notice all the bodies withering in the room where they've chased the demon into. The sounds of pleasure fill the air. This was a succubus. These were its victims. It lured them back here for an orgy of a feast.

The people moan loudly, grinding against each other. Their naked limbs flail like ants. Oily skin and engorged cocks pump into various holes. Anakin crinkles his nose. A woman crawls over to him and paws at his ankle.

“Don't touch me!” Anakin hisses and kicks her away.

Obi-Wan is entirely red at the entrance to the room. He's trying very hard not to look at anyone.

The succubus laughs. “You're such a pretty thing, my Prince. He doesn't treat you right does he? Keeps you at arms length.” It gestures to Obi-Wan. “I can help you find release. I'd have you out of your mind with pleasure.”

Anakin crushes their throat in his palm. It screams and struggles. How dare they imply he'd cheat on Obi-Wan!

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan calls. “We need them alive!”

He loosens his grip letting them breath. The Succubus scrambles for air.

“You will tell us what we need to know.” Anakin snarls.

“Alright! Alright! Can't blame a demon for trying!”

They don't know much in the end but they do know of another nearby demon. It was a solider in the army that had been summoned from hell a couple decades ago. It had taken on a form to integrate into society. The Succubus is pretty sure they worked with Pollution.

Anakin thanks the demon then snaps it's neck. At once the people on the floor stop wiggling in pleasure. Clarity returns to their eyes. Someone screams.

-

The lead is a dead end and they have to return to the states.

While having lunch outside a cafe back in the states, a little girl tries to steal something from Anakin's bag. He turns mid conversation and snatches her wrist. It startles both Obi-Wan and the girl.

“Let go!”

“How about you let go of my shit first?”

“Fuck you!”

Anakin grins with all of his teeth. “I'll eat you, you little gremlin!”

“Not if I eat you first!” she growls back and then bites him.

Anakin howls and lets her go. She runs. Anakin gives chase.

Obi-Wan nearly trips over the chair gathering their stuff and going after them. He's slower than either of them and almost loses them.

The girl turns into the nearby park disappearing past the bushes. Anakin vanishes after her. Not long after that Obi-Wan hears a scream. His heart leaps into his throat. Was he actually eating her?!?

He bursts through the bushes onto the scene. Anakin has pinned the thief to the ground pressing her face into the grass. She shrieks and kicks him in the shin. Anakin lets out a pained grunt and she wiggles free. Instead of running she turns to tackle him. They roll around on the grass.

It takes a moment to process the sound coming from Anakin's mouth. He was laughing.

They finally break and Anakin lets her up. “What's your name pipsqueak?”

“Ahsoka! And I'm not a pipsqueak you jerk!”

-

They learn Ahsoka's parents passed away and she'd gone to live with her uncle who was a neglectful alcoholic. He never had any food in the house so she'd taken to finding her own. She'd gotten a knack for it too. She was good.

Anakin liked to pick on her. From the outside perspective it appeared mean spirited but in truth it was just his way of teasing her.

Anakin flings a french fry at her. “Why are you such a brat?”

They were currently by the poolside of the hotel they were staying at. Ahsoka often spent time with them there. She never asked why they didn't live in a house or an apartment.

“I dunno. Why are you such an asshole?”

She flings a french fry back at him.

Obi-Wan, who is sunbathing, sincerely hopes this doesn't dissolve into another food fight. They'd already gotten kicked out of the ice cream parlor when Anakin and Ahsoka had started smashing their cones into each other's faces.

Still, it warmed his heart to know Anakin had finally, after all this time, made a friend.

-

When they leave Nebraska, Ahsoka follows them. They don't have the heart to make her go back to her Uncle. So she stays and travels with them.

Because they're “on the run” Ahsoka thinks it would be cool to dye her hair like in the movies. She asks Anakin to help her. They have to bleach it first. It's a whole ordeal. By the time they're done the bathroom looks like a smurf was brutally murdered.

Anakin ends up missing a lot of chunks of hair. It's a swirl of blue and bleach white. Ahsoka looks at herself in the mirror. She's silent. Obi-Wan holds his breath.

She squeals in delight. “I love it!”

-

There's a sudden lurch in Anakin's gut. It feels unfamiliar and weird. Anakin looks at Obi-Wan wide eyed.

“Obi-Wan…” He stretches out a hand and then disappears.

There's an awful screech. Anakin thinks it's coming from himself, traveling through the ether of wherever it is he is being taken.

He comes to in the middle of a forest. He's surrounded by people in black robes. They look kinda like cultists.

“Lord Morningstar!” They praise.

They are cultists.

“Where the fuck am I?” He growls.

“My Lord, we have called you here in service to you!”

They reveal themselves as a doomsday cult. They wanted to help jumpstart the Apocalypse in his name. The date for the impending end of the world had come and gone and they'd taken it upon themselves to find him and deliver him to the Horseman.

“Do you know where they are?” well, where the rest of them were anyway. One of them was destroyed already.

“We can find out, my lord!”

They conjure a book and bring it to him. The book of the dead. It contained ramblings of a madman with visions of the Apocalypse and prophecies of the antichrist. It also held enchantments and incantations for summoning demons and devils alike. Interesting.

Anakin kills them all and steals the book. He makes the long trek back to Obi-Wan and Ahsoka. It takes several days as he has to catch a few flights. It's easy to manipulate minds now. He can come and go as he pleases. No one can resist. No one can disobey. Obi-Wan hates it when he uses this ability but he thinks he'll forgive him this time. It was an emergency.

Ah hell, Obi-Wan would forgive him either way. Who's he kidding?

By the time they reunite several days later Obi-Wan is out of his mind with worry. They embrace.

“I thought you'd been dragged to hell!”

Anakin kisses him. Obi-Wan kisses back ardently. Buoyed by distance and affection, Anakin dips the man in his arms. He takes as much as he knows Obi-Wan will allow before the other man pulls away. He was still only 19 after all. Obi-Wan didn't initiate touching very often and he never undressed.

At times, waiting for him annoys Anakin. But he would not love Obi-Wan if he weren't so stubborn. So he's resolved to wait until the older man was ready.

“Where's my hug jerk?!”

Ahsoka pops up and hugs him. Anakin hugs back. She hadn't seen him disappear. She'd been out doing whatever it was pre-teen girls did.

“Obi-Wan said he lost you! Where'd you go?”

“I got summoned by some cultists who worshiped me.”

Ahsoka flattens her face. “Sure. Right.”

Anakin had shown her his powers before and she believed in the Supernatural. But she didn't buy the whole son-of-the-devil schtick. Anakin? No way.

Anakin turns to Obi-Wan. “Here. They had this.”

He hands him the book of the dead. Obi-Wan is predictably fascinated. He'd loved studying those old religious books back when they'd lived in the convent.

They figure out how to summon a hellhound one night to do their bidding. Two actually. Anakin lovingly names them Artoo and Chopper.

They're able to cast a Glamour so they appear like regular dogs. Anakin takes them on walkies. Ahsoka starts a TikTok page for them.

-

In hindsight perhaps the TikTok was a bad idea.

They're captured five months later in England by a group of rogue priests. They'd hunted Anakin down from his internet trail. They'd seen through the Glamour and knew they had to take action.

They're taken by surprise and knocked out. They wake in what looks like a basement. A large one. They're surrounded by dark figures.

“Where the fuck are my dogs?”

“Back in hell where they belong. Soon you will join them.”

A man steps out of the shadows. They are priests wearing strange robes that Obi-Wan has never seen before.

“The Order of Jedi.” Anakin greets them with a savage grin.

“I see you know of us.” The dark skinned man says.

Anakin shrugs. “Qui-Gon may have mentioned you a few times.”

“I am Mace Windu. Grand Master of the Order. Id say it's a pleasure but it's not.”

“The feelings mutual.”

Obi-Wan is completely lost. “What?”

Anakin turns as much as he can while tied to the chair. They were sitting across from each other side by side.

“His old Order, dedicated to translating the prophecies and locating the antichrist. Whenever I misbehaved, Qui-Gon would threaten to turn me over to them and kill me.” He shrugs. “I knew he was bluffing.”

You've frowns. “He'd cut all contact with us years ago. When we heard about his death we sent someone to investigate. Imagine our surprise when we found out he'd been harboring you all along.”

Obi-Wan looks between them. “I don't understand. Why didn't he turn Anakin over?”

“we discovered his journals during our search. He meant to end the child the night he came into the world. But then he saw him with you.” He addresses Obi-Wan directly. “he wrote of how Anakin settled on your arms as if at peace. He wrote many passages over the years of the boy's progress and the way he interacted with his chosen guardian. He believed there was hope for the devil's child.”

Obi-Wan stills. He never knew…

Mace scoffs. “He was a fool. You cannot change evil.”

Anakin snarls.

The priests gather in a circle. Obi-Wan grows nervous.

“What's happening? What are you doing?”

“What Qui-Gon should have done years ago. Don't worry. You won't be hurt. The holy fire only vanquishes demons. To a human it will simply cleanse your soul of any darkness. Once you are pure again we will free you.”

Anakin struggles in his restraints. But the binding must be enchanted. He cannot get free. He cannot use his powers. He yells obscenities at them.

“Wait!” Obi-Wan says trying to keep his rising panic at a manageable level. “Your Order's purpose is to stop the Apocalypse right? That's what we're doing! We've already killed the Horseman of Pollution! Maybe we can help each other! Join forces!”

Mace gives him a leveled stare. “We do not make deals with Devil's. Satan's spawn has you in his grip. We will free you from his influence.”

“Good fucking luck getting rid of me assholes! I'm goddamn indestructible!”

Mace's stare finally breaks into a smirk. “Normally yes. Holy fire will only hurt you, not kill you the way it would a simple demon. But we have the weapon built by Revan himself. It will kill any evil being. Including you. Not even Death itself can hide from its blade.”

Obi-Wan pales.

The ritual begins. The priests chant ominously.

The fire lights around them. Anakin starts screaming. He cannot stop. It wasn't burning his clothes but his face and hair were peeling away. The sight horrifies Obi-Wan. He yells and cries but he can do nothing but watch.

The door to the basement bursts open.

“Anakin!”

It was Ahsoka. She'd seen them get captured and dragged away. The dogs are with her. They pounce on the men and viciously tear them apart.

She rushes over to Obi-Wan and unties him.

“How did you find us?”

“I got the book and summoned Artoo and Chopper back! I had them track you down!”

The second he's free he turns to Anakin's charred body. The fire had gone out when the chanting stopped. Ahsoka hesitates.

“Should…should we touch him?”

Obi-Wan's body buzzes with adrenaline. Anakin was hurt. He was in pain. He needed him.

Around them, the priests that were still alive were fighting off the hounds. Obi-Wan is torn between joining the fight and getting Anakin out of here.

Suddenly everything slows. Anakin's head snaps up. Golden eyes shimmer brightly. He bursts free of his restraints. He stands and stands forward. He whistles low, calling off the dogs. They obey.

Obi-Wan feels his early breakfast lurch in his stomach. Anakin looked like a third degree burn victim. It was grotesque. It looked painful.

Anakin lifts his hand and two of the men lift with it. They spin on the air like toy tops. Anakin makes a fist and crushes them. Their bones snap and they go limp. Now only Mace was left.

Anakin snaps his fingers and Mace drops to his knees with a cry. Anakin places his hands upon the man's face. Almost immediately Mace screams. Obi-Wan sees his skin ripple like a wave. It looked like Anakin was absorbing it. While Anakin’s skin was getting healthier and less burned looking, Mace was growing weaker and more thin. Mace tries to fight but he wasn't strong enough. He reaches weakly for Obi-Wan.

“please…help me…”

Anakin vibrates with violent delight at the man's agony. Although it is not a sight Obi-Wan enjoys, he cannot feel all too sorry for him. Mace had tried to take Anakin away from him.

Once dead, Anakin backs away rolls his neck to pop the joints. “God that sucked. I hate fire.”

From the corner Ahsoka speaks. “You really are the anti-christ aren't you?”

“I literally told you I was!”

“Why would I have ever believed you?? You lie all the time!”

“I do not!” Anakin snaps.

“Do too!”

Obi-Wan starts laughing. It startles the pair.

“hey are you okay?” Anakin reaches for him. “Did they hurt you?”

Still, chuckling, Obi-Wan shakes his head. “I'm fine. Just relieved we're all okay.”

Once they get back home Anakin complains about those stupid priests and whines about feeling weird in his skin now.

Obi-Wan kisses him and Anakin shuts up.

“Would you like some help resettling into your new skin?”

Anakin mods vehemently. Eager like a puppy. Obi-Wan chuckles. Ahsoka gags.

-

Obi-Wan dreams on occasion. Nothing so special or vivid. They were normal.

But this seemed real. Very real.

He sits before Qui-Gon at a table. There's a chess board in front of them. They used to play and drink tea together often.

“You're doing very well, Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon smiles at him.

“Am I? It looks like I'm losing from where I'm sitting.”

“With Anakin. Teaching him humility and compassion and how to be good.”

Obi-Wan pauses, feeling warm. Can you blush in a dream?

“But be careful of your soul, my friend. It is easy to fall when one walks the line of temptation.”

-

They come for Death last. He is the strongest of the four. The entity reveals that when Obi-Wan and Anakin die one day, their souls will be separated. Ankain belonged in hell. But Obi-Wan would go to heaven.

Anakin rages. He decides he wants to start the Apocalypse. They could be together in the ruins of the Earth.

“We won't.” Obi-Wan half promises half threatens. “If you bring destruction you'll never have me willingly again!”

That makes him pause.

Death goads Anakin. What will it be? Let Obi-Wan go one day? Or fulfill his destiny?

Obi-Wan takes his head gently in his hands. “We'll make a place for ourselves. Just for us. A place that's neither heaven nor hell. I won't let you go either Anakin.”

Anakin nuzzles his hands. His angry tears turn hopeful. They'll live in the stars. In the void of space as their souls explore the universe.

Anakin reaches for the weapon and slices Death's head off.

[glitterguts13]

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY PART1

Father's Day special delivery coming right now! Part 1 is all about the Genshin boys having their babies! Enjoy!

Albedo The candlelight is dim, casting a soft orange glow in the dark room. Hunched over next to his bed, Albedo gasps, one hand clutching onto the bed-frame, the other guiding his unborn child into the world.

“Come on, come on, just-” muffling a groan into his forearm, Albedo cries out at his child drops into his waiting hands. Pulling them up to his chest, he weeps softly upon hearing their soft cries.

“Good girl...oh sweet girl, I’ve got you.”

Bennett

“Oh- oh!” sobbing weakly, Bennett reaches under his heavy belly, fingers grazing over the legs dangling from his burning hole. “N-no, baby, no-wrong way-!” he sucks in a breath, crying out as he bares down with what was left of his waning strength. He stretches open, screaming, a suddenly rush of fluid falls onto the floor as his hands grasp around his squalling newborn.

“Oh-Archons thank you...you’re safe, you’re safe now.”

Diluc

Nails digging into the wooden counter tops of his bar, Diluc roars in agony. Legs spread apart, deep into a low squat, he bares down, cursing under his breath as his newborn slips onto the piles of towels he’d had the forethought to place down.

“Fuck-Oh fuck.” quickly lifting them from the floor, Diluc cradles them to his chest, marveling how just how loudly they cried.

“That’s it, good...cry, just keep crying for me.”

Kaeya

Groaning loudly, Kaeya rolls onto his side, lifting one leg into the air. A slow trickle of fluid running down his thighs, the head bulging against his tight rim of muscles.

“Just. Come. Out!” he groans again, burying his face into his pillow and pushing. All at once, the head pops free, the shoulders turning and slipping out with one final effort.

“Shit,” bringing them to his chest, he strokes a finger over their ruddy cheeks as they wail, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, forgive me.”

Mika “Push, Mika, you have to push.” the midwife busies herself between Mika’s trembling legs, giving the head dangling from his hole a gentle tug.

“Stop-Stop, don’t pull it!” he sobs, pushing despite the pain coursing throughout his aching stomach. All at once, the pressure ends, a screaming little boy placed to his heaving chest.

“Thank you...Archons thank you…”

Razor

The howl tears from his throat, raw and primal as another contraction rippled through his belly. A few wolves poked about, watching curiously as Razor bore down, bringing his pup into the world under the moon and stars. They plops onto the ground, bawling furiously, and Razor quickly brings them to his chest.

“Good pup...good lungs, cry...let the forest hear you.”

Venti

The scream tears through the tranquil night, shattering the peace. Naked and alone, Venti lets out another ear-splitting shriek as his child tears from his narrow hips and into his shaking hands. They flail about, crying and whimpering as Venti cuddles them close, singing a lullaby into their ear.

Baizhu

“Oh, Archons, have mercy-” skin ghostly white, hands clenched around his ankles, keeping his legs spread best he can, Baizhu struggles to push. His belly quivers with another contraction, sending him into a frenzied scream, his baby finally popping free.

“Dearest one- Oh, my little star,” he rambled, bringing the newborn to his chest, and wiping the muck of birth from their face, “Mother is here...I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

Chongyun

“Just...a little...more-!” voice muffled with the rag stuffed into his mouth, Chongyun groans loudly. His fingertips graze of the top of the head, pushing with all his strength and gasping as the head crowns fully into his palm. One last push, and it’s squalling loudly, coming to be held tightly in Chongyun’s arms.

“There...there you are, welcome home baby.”

Gaming “You’re so close darling, hang there a bit longer.” Gaming sobs, clutching his mother’s hand tightly.

“Push, push, you’ve got the head out, push Gaming.” she soothes, watching as her grandchild comes into the world with a loud wail, flailing arms and legs. She places the newborn to Gaming’s chest, and he wraps around her instantly,

“Daddy’s here, I’ve got you, Daddy’s here…”

Xiao

The storm rages just outside the cavern. Spear in hand, Xiao anchors himself to it, stabbing the blade into the dirt and holding tight as he bore down. His belly tightened, legs quivering, a strangled gasp leaving his mouth as he feels something large slide from his body. Swiftly, he lifts the child to his arms, marveling at their beauty.

“You’re safe, I’ll protect you, forever.”

Xingqui

“Don’t stop, keep pushing!” legs held back by the midwife, Xingqui wails, clutching at his belly. Each push brought him closer and closer to being done, but doubled the pain. He feels them ripping him open, forcing their way into the world, ready or not.

“Push!” she orders once more, and Xingqui does, mind going blank for a moment before he realizes there’s a squirming newborn on his chest.

“You...little brat...that hurt-”

Zhongli

Slow, heaven breaths, eyes closed in deep concentration. The feeling of his muscles contracting, inching his baby closer and closer to the world, his entrance opening wide, burning as the head starts to peak through.

A soft gasp, hands quivering ever so slightly as he reaches between his legs and lifts his offspring into view.

“What a powerful little one you are,” Zhongli chuckles, exhaustion seeping into his bones, “I’m so very proud of you.”

Arataki Itto

“Ah- fuck!” moaning deeply, Itto gives one last solid push. The tiny pointed horns of his newborn dragging along the tender skin as it emerges, ripping it open. Blood splatters onto the ground, but Itto pays no mind, bringing his precious little treasure to his chest.

“That...was one hell of an entrance kiddo..but didja have to hurt Daddy like that-”

Ayato “Breathe, brother, slow, deep breaths...in and out...yes, like that.” Ayaka presses a damp towel to her brother’s cheek, mindful not to peek under the sheets where the midwife was at work.

“Push, one last push!” closing his eyes and pressing his chin to his chest, Ayato bares down, crying out as the baby enters the world with an indignant warble.

“Give her to me.” he orders, uncaring of the mess left behind, snuggling them into the crook of his arm.

“Welcome…Mommy is so glad to meet you...”

Gorou

“Good job Gorou, just one more push!” two pups already latched to his milky breasts Gorou groans, barely giving any effort before the third of his litter drops into Kokomi’s eager hands.

“Two girls and a son! You did wonderful Gorou.” with a smile, she places the third babe between her siblings, snuffling and whining loudly at the lack of a teat to feed on. Laughing weakly, Gorou gives her back a gentle rub,

“One moment baby...Mama has plenty of milk for you too, don’t worry.”

Kazhua

“I told you, you should have stayed at the harbor!” Beidou cringes as Kazhua lets out another deep, guttural moan, and nearly drops at the sight of the head bulging between her friend’s legs.

“Oh Archons- I can see it!” a slow, even breath, and Kazuha moans loudly through the next push, sending his baby flopping out onto the bed below.

“What do I do with it-”

“Hand it to me.” Kazuha sighs, shaking his head as Beidou gingerly places the screaming infant to his chest. Brave as she is, nothing could have prepared her for witnesses her dear friend being split open.

“Hello little one, Papa is here…”

Heizou

“Oh fuck just get out, please!” pressing his hands atop his heaving belly, Heizou pushes, legs kicking out as the head bursts forth with a spray of blood and fluid. Once more, and it drops onto the sheets between his legs, squirming and furious.

“You...troublemaker.” he pants, bringing them closer, and inspecting them closely.

“You aren’t getting siblings. Ever.”

Thoma

“Oh- Archons- not on the floor-!” halfway from the bath to his bed, the urge to bare down overcomes him. Dropping to all fours, Thoma barely as the chance to reach around and catch the newborn as it plops right into his shaking grasp. Mindful of the cord connecting them, Thoma brings them to his chest, allowing them to latch right to his milk laden breast.

“Two minutes...just two more minutes and we wouldn’t have ruined the floor…”

Alhaitham

“Enough, is enough.” a full day had passed, and the scribe was far past through. The head was crowning, snugly resting between his legs, and with one final effort, fully emerges. Gasping and clawing at the blankets under him, AlHaitham bares down again with renewed determination, relief flooring them him as they enter the world with a shrill cry.

“You certainly took your sweet time, didn’t you?”

Cyno

Growling, deep and feral, Cyno braces himself against the temple wall. The floor under him damp with his waters, body soaked with sweat as he forces his unborn into the world. Sharp reflexes keeps the infant from falling to the ground, and Cyno carefully checks them.

“Ten fingers...ten toes...One whole baby.”

Kaveh

“You’re scaring the other patie-” another earth shattering scream fills the room, followed by a pitiful sob.

“Just get it out, I don’t want to do this anymore!”

“You have to push if you want it out, now, push!” the doctor was more than done with Kaveh’s noise, and was losing his composure over his unwillingness to cooperate. Kaveh does his best, struggling to sit up enough to leverage his body into baring down, screaming bloody murder the whole way.

“There! A girl!” the doctor puts her into Kaveh’s belly, drying her off as the architect babbles incoherently.

“It’s over-I did it-Oh Archons, oh-oh what do I do now-”

Sethos

The desert was his home, and it was where he felt safest. Bringing his baby into the world surrounded by the sand had never been a question of ‘if,’ but ‘when.’ A strong push, a wild scream, and the baby is resting in his hands, bloody and wailing. Chuckling weakly, and falling onto his back, Sethos lie there with them wailing against his chest for a few moments.

“Good work kiddo...good work.”

Tighnari

“Come...on-!” three little big eared kits slept peacefully in their cots, while their Tighnari struggled nearby with the surprise fourth. Coming nearly six hours after the other, and certain he was finished, Tighnari squats next to the cots, groaning as his last kit slides easily into his hands. Panting, he brings them to his chest, wrapping them with a nearby blanket for warmth.

“Don’t worry little one,” he soothes, “I won’t let them tease you for being the runt, I promise.”

Freminet

The water offers some solace as the baby begins to crown, the cool sea easing the burn. He pushes, groaning into the night air, relief flooding him as the baby slides into the water with a cloud of blood and fluid. Taking in a shaky breath, he brings them to his chest, pressing a soft kiss to the top of their head.

“Welcome to the world...Mama will keep you safe, I promise.”

Lyney

“Almost there, just a little more.” Lynnette whispers to her brother, holding his hand tightly as he bore down. He cries out, startled at the sensation of his child leaving his body.

“A boy, you have a son.” she whispers, handing the newborn to Lyney’s waiting hands. He swallows thickly, throat tight with emotion.

“Daddy’s here...you’ll always be safe with us...no one will ever hurt you.”

Neuvillette

Groaning, Neuvillette clings to the side of the tub with enough force to risk breaking the porcelain. His body felt as if it were being torn apart, and he’s grateful not a soul is around to hear the scream he releases as his child barrels into the world. With haste, he lifts them from the water, clutching their squirming form to his chest and nuzzling them gently.

“Don’t cry little one...You are safe and sound…”

Wrio

“Just...a little...more...come on…” he mumbles under his breath, eyes closed in focus as another contraction tears through him. A high scream, and he feels the weight in his pelvis drop, landing safely on the mattress. Opening his eyes, he blinks through years and spies the bloody little thing his body had kept warm and safe for the last nine months.

“Hey champ...welcome to the world.”

Tartaglia

“Shit!” being stabbed, beaten and nearly killed somehow didn’t compare to the sheer torture of having a baby push it’s way through his tight hole. Each push brings it closer to the world, and deepens the pain, but he doesn’t stop, not until he feels them slide careful into his bloodied hands.

“Gotcha...I gotcha kid, I got ya.”

Wanderer

Secluded and locked away from the rest of the world, he questions his own sanity. Why did he allow this parasite to grow off him? Why was he letting it torment him this way? Why was he pushing it out and screaming in pain and feeling all too lost and afraid.

“You...You…” he looks at the newborn's delicate face, screwed up and red as it wailed away, “What do I do with you...”

[savemeafruitjuice]

Tickletober Day 24- Joke

This is a Rise fic! Yet another excuse to torment a certain blue turtle. Also, how could I not write Leo for this day's prompt?

Lee: Leo

Ler: Donnie

TW!: SWEARING!

"Waitwaitwaitwait! Just one more!"

"No, Nardo. These are awful, and I don't want to hear it."

"Pleease just listen to this one!"

The softshell sighed, squaring his shoulders and turning to face his brother from where he stood at the entrance of his lab. Leo pushed his way further into the room, earning a glare from Donnie, and smirked. "Okay, what do you get when you put a spiderweb on an ear of corn?"

"Ugh. What?"

"A cob-web!"

"..."

Leo rolled his eyes, walking all the way over to his twin and spinning his chair around to face him. Donnie only crossed his arms, staring blankly back. "Leo. That has got to be the worst thing you've ever said to me."

The sword-user made a sound of shock, shaking the other by the shoulders. "How can you say that? That was an amazing joke! Not my fault you lost your funny bone.." Donnie raised an eyebrow. "What was that?"

"I'm just saying, you don't think anything's funny. Just watch." The slider backed up a bit, clearing his throat. "Why did the ghost cross the road?" At the lack of response, Leo smiled to himself and answered his own question. "He wanted to return from the other side!"

"Not amusing, Leon."

Leo poked at the purple-themed turtle's torso. "It is so! What, that doesn't tickle your funny bone even a little bit?" Donnie paused. 'Tickle, huh? That's how he wanted this to go? Fine by him.'

The shorter stood, catching his twin's attention. "You know what? Because you are so insistent on humour, I'll give you something worth laughing about." Leo's demeanor slowly changed from that of a cocky sibling, to one of a terrified mutant who had no idea as to what was coming his way.

Donnie had lunged at the other, grabbing him by the sides and brought the both of them to the ground. Leo grunted as his shell collided with the floor, trying to use his knees to push the softshell away. "HeHEY- What're yo-haAAH!"

Donnie sat on his brother's waist, almost roughly kneading into his ribs. The slider screeched, trying to scramble away, but the weight on his body limited his movement. Donnie let out an "Oomf" as he was kneed in the back, though his battle shell ensured he wasn't injured.

"Hey, I don't appreciate you hitting me!"

Leo bucked his hips, pushing desperately at his twin's arms. "Ihi doHOn't SCaHAHAre!" The scientist gasped dramatically, earning a snort from his sibling. "Stop it with the puns! I'm done with you!"

The blue-masked teen tossed his head to the side, screaming and thrashing when a hand latched onto his thigh. "Hah! SNRK- Haha-FuhuuAHAHAH! DOHOHONNIE NOHOHOO!"

"Donnie yes~ You know, you've been getting on my nerves lately.."

Leo shrieked as his inner thigh was scribbled at, unable to do much more than bang his fist on the ground and take it. "STAHAHAHAP! DEEHEEE, I CAHAN'T!"

"And I think you're dum-dum jokes are the last straw.. How about you stop telling puns for three days, and then I'll stop."

"WIHIHITCHFUHUL THIHINKIHIHING- WaiIHIIHIHIIT, SNRT- WAIT IHI'M SAHAHAAAHARRY!"

"What did I just say? Looks like someone can't keep their mouth shut."

Tears trickled down the slider's eyes, the turtle convulsing as the bottom of his leg was scribbled on. He had lost most of his strength, Donnie not even moving an inch anymore, just tickling away at his poor thighs.

"Do you promise to stop?"

Leo had to piece together the question through his cackling, but nodded frantically as soon as he understood, screeching loudly. "YEHEHEES! SHIHIT, IHI GIHIHIVE SNRK- UHUP! DEEHEHEE!"

Donnie smirked, pinching at the sensitive limb for a couple more seconds before letting go, sliding off of his brother, and sitting beside him. The blue-themed turtle snorted, pushing at his twin through residual laughter. "Ihi.. I reheally hahate you.."

The softshell rolled his eyes, a smile being put back on his face as he wriggled his fingers in the other's face, resulting in a high-pitched squeal. "Just remember what you promised, because I'll tickle you worse if you so happen to forget."

Leo's cheeks tinted pink, and he rolled away from his brother, then sitting up and crossing his arms defiantly. "Whatever.."

Yeah, there was no way he was going longer than an hour without annoying his favorite twin again.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Kind of like behind the scenes when Enha and Skz recorded dance challenges together for promoting their songs :D

Lee Ni-ki Ler Hyunjin & Lee Jake Ler Felix 😆

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Double Trouble:

image credits to @//hyunchanz on tumblr

words: 500 a/n: my enhastay heartu is so happy 🎧🎶 [im sorry its short :ccc] lee: Niki and Jake ler: Felix and Hyunjin taglist: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry this fic is about tickling, if it's not your cup of tea pls scroll!~

Felix groaned. Award shows were amazing, but so so boring. 

He wished something interesting would happen.

His wish was almost immediately granted as he spotted someone very familiar in the crowd. 

“Hiii!” Felix yelled, running over to Jake, who looked very surprised. 

“Ah-Felix! Nice to see you here!” He shook Lixie’s hand, smiling up at Hyunjin, who had followed the brownie boy in fear that the younger would get lost in the crowd like he normally did. 

“Nice to see yo-ooh, hi Niki!” Hyunjin exclaimed, shaking the younger boy’s hand. 

Niki grinned happily, holding onto Jake’s hand and looking around. 

“Let’s head somewhere private, yeah?” Hyunjin offered. “Mhm, it’s getting really boring.” Felix groaned again, bouncing slightly in place. 

“Okay! Cmon Niki.” Jake coaxed the younger, following the others as they found a backstage room they could access. 

“Let’s do tiktoks or something!” Felix yelled happily, bouncing around with Jake in their chaotic energy. 

“OOH YES!” Niki agreed. 

A few dance challenges later, the men all collapsed onto the chairs in the room, exhausted and so happy. 

Felix stretched his arms over his head, shrieking loudly when Hyunjin poked his armpit. 

“Oh, hyung, you’re ticklish!?” Niki giggled, watching a red blush overtake Lixie’s face. 

“Please. Everyone in our group’s ticklish.” Felix rolled his eyes, glaring at Hyunjin. 

“Are you ticklish?” Hyunjin teased, watching Niki gulp and shake his head hesitantly. 

“Don’t even lie! He’s one of the most ticklish.” Jake giggled. 

“Wow, the betrayal!” Felix laughed, watching Niki cover his face in embarrassment. 

“Well, I know Jake’s ticklish! He should get punished for ratting out the maknae!” Hyunjin argued, Felix nodding his head in agreement. 

“Wait! That’s so unfair…GUYS!” Jake stood up and bolted around the room, Felix and Hyunjin hot on his heels as Niki doubled over in his chair. 

Felix managed to tackle the boy, dragging him to the floor and laying him there. 

He straddled his waist, digging into his neck and earning a loud scream of laughter. 

“That’s his worst spot!” Niki yelled in surprise, watching Felix’s tickle his hyung to pieces. 

“And now you get it for snitching on him.” Hyunjin dragged Niki off of the chair and onto the floor. 

He stood up and grabbed Niki’s arm, trapping the boy there. 

He dug mercilessly into the youngest’s underarms, watching him scream and squeal loudly, falling apart underneath the dancer. 

“NAHAHA FEHEHELIX! COHOME OHON YOUHU CAN STOHOHOP NOW!” Jake begged, twisting crazily under the brownie boy’s grip. 

“Eh, I don’t really wanna.” Felix whined, vibrating his fingers deeper and watching the boy fall apart. 

“HYUHUHUNG! STAHAHAHAHAP!” Niki screeched, twisting and squirming aggressively, however nothing helped him escape Hyunjin’s grasp on his arm. 

“Okay, okay. Let’s try not to make them faint.” Hyunjin giggled, letting up.

Felix smiled warmly at the panting boy underneath him. 

“Youhou’re crazy…” Jake panted. 

“And you’re NEXT!” Niki pounced. 

Let’s say that it was a while before either group found their members, laughter filling the backstage to the award show. 

[tobysbliss]

tickletober day 15- tickle fight

#augtickletober2023

switch!ranboo, switch!tommy, implied ler!tubbo

word count: 1,036

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This was a common occurrence. Much more common than you might think, really.

It seems like ever since Ranboo and Tommy found out about a certain “weakness” that they both shared, they abused that knowledge at every chance they got.

The weakness in question? They are both really ticklish. Like, insanely, if you will. And they both enjoy being tickled. What, its fun!

And this was one of those moments where they abused their knowledge of each other’s weakness.

“I’ll kihill yohOHOHOU! TOHOM!” Ranboo and Tommy were both on the floor, rolling around, tickling each other and just fighting for the upper hand. Ranboo was losing this “fight.”

“Oh really? You’ll kill me? How do you expect to kill me when you’re on the floor laughing and screaming? Huh, Ranboo?” Tommy grinned mischievously as he drilled his thumbs to Ranboo’s hips, using the rest of his fingers to scritch at the spot right above their hipbone.

“SHIHIT, TOHOHOMMY! NOHOHO!” Ranboo thrashed, bucking their hips and kicking their legs against the floor. They reached their flailing arms ahead of them, latching onto whatever part of Tommy they could and squeezing—Which happened to be his sides.

“AAAHH! Not my sohoft spot, man!” Tommy collapsed, falling over and pushing Ranboo’s hand away. This was their chance!

Ranboo quickly got up despite still giggling from only just then being tickled. They spidered their fingers on Tommy’s stomach with one hand, the other squeezing and pinching his hips and his sides.

“Yeah, take this, Tom! How do you like it!? Huh? Huh!?” Ranboo smirked, their tone nothing but playful. Their smirk turned into a wide grin as Tommy shrieked and squirmed below them.

“FUHUHUCK! Get OHOHOFF ME! RANBOHOO!” Tommy pushed at Ranboo’s hands, grabbing and holding onto his wrists. Ranboo chuckled, as this didn’t do anything to stop them. They brought their hands up, scribbling on Tommy’s underarms, which caused Tommy to press his arms against himself as he squirmed around. Ranboo just vibrated their fingers instead, it was like Tommy couldn’t escape no matter how hard he tried.

“Tommy~ You can’t stop me!” Ranboo giggled, bringing their hands away for a second to crack their knuckles.

A mistake, on their end, because Tommy immediately started to squeeze their sides and get them off. Tommy laughed as they squealed and fell to the ground. Ranboo giggled rather loudly, a few snorts peppering in every few seconds. It was adorable. Downright fuckin’ adorable.

“Aww, Ranboo! Did you just snort!?” Tommy cooed at the boy below him. “That was adorable, do it again!”

Tommy squeezed Ranboo’s sides a few more times until they snorted again. He laughed, not to make fun of them or tease them, but he just found it So. Damn. Adorable.

“Tommy, quihihit ihit!” Ranboo held onto Tommy’s wrists weakly, but they didn’t do much to actually push him away. Tommy noticed this. (Of course he did, why wouldn’t he? Menace.)

“You know, I don’t think you want me to. So I think I will- hEY! RANBOO COME ON!” Tommy got cut off by himself, yelping as Ranboo started to poke and prod at his stomach. How is that fair!?

“You really thought I’d let you win!? Hell no! Come here!” Ranboo swiftly flipped both them and Tommy around, so now they had Tommy pinned. Tommy started giggling nervously, keeping a tight hold on Ranboo’s wrists in an attempt to push them away. It didn’t work.

Ranboo latched their hands onto Tommy’s hips, squeezing and pinching at the spot. They’d even drill their thumbs into the spot above Tommy’s hip bones, causing him to shriek rather loudly.

“RAHAHANBOO! This isn’t FAHAHAIR! NOHO!” Tommy seemed to repeat himself; all he would say is that it wasn’t fair. He kept calling out “Ranboo!” and “No!” And of course, the occasional “PLEASE!”

“What’s going on in here?” The sudden voice from the doorway had caught both Ranboo and Tommy off guard entirely, it scared them both. Ranboo stopped tickling Tommy, and the two of them both looked up towards the voice. It was Tubbo, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

“NOTHING! Nothing is going on- Ranboo get off!” Tommy whispered the last bit of his sentence in a panic, and Ranboo did comply. But they weren’t gonna say nothing was happening.

“I was simply just teaching Tommy not to start a fight he can’t win.” Ranboo smirked, eyeing Tommy. They chuckled at the glare they received from Tommy for that comment.

“Oh? So Tommy started this. Can’t say I’m surprised, honestly.” Tubbo smiled as he walked over to his friends.

“I did not! Ranboo started it entirely! Don’t lie, Ranboo!” Tommy protested, but Tubbo didn’t believe him. In fairness, he was in-fact lying. Tommy started it.

“Wh- No I didn’t!?” Ranboo and Tommy started going back and forth, arguing about who started it. This lasted for about two minutes until Tubbo put a stop to it.

“Alright, shut up!” Tubbo shouted over the duo’s yelling, and they immediately shut up. He had a smirk on his face as he spoke, he was really amused at his friends’ antics “Tommy I know you started it, on the contrary of what you think I’m not an idiot.”

“You are an idiot!” Tommy retorted, standing up on his toes to make himself appear taller than he already is. Tubbo simply pushed him back down to be flat on his feet, though it really didn’t make much of a dent in their height difference.

“Don’t test me, Tommy.” Tubbo threatened, slowly raising up his hand with wiggling fingers. Tommy quickly sat back down silently.

Ranboo only giggled at the interaction, covering their mouth with their hand as they faced the ground in an attempt to shut up.

“Oh you think that’s funny? I’ll show you something funny, bitch!” Tommy lunged at Ranboo, quickly pinning them down and latching his hands onto their hips. He scribbled, squeezed, drilled, and pinched their hips mercilessly. It didn’t help too much that Tubbo decided to join in by holding their legs up slightly to spider his fingers over the back of their knees.

Ranboo was left a giggly, blushy mess, and yet they loved it. Not that they’d ever admit it, though..