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[sceletaflores]

ghosts, ghouls, goblins, and other things that go bump in the night!

pair: logan howlett x fem!reader

wc: 4.5k

contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, swearing, drinking, resident bestie diva wade wilson, matching costumes ofc, established relationship, p in v, semi-public sex (bathroom), rough sex, mirror sex, gratuitous amounts of dirty talk, light degradation, light hair pulling, light choking, nasty dirty breeding kink (@guiltyasdave infected me with the breeding kink disease...it's all her fault), 4k words for straight up porn w/o plot, no use of y/n.

nat’s note: happy halloween! sort of...i obvi couldn't wait to post this until the actual day cause i have absolutely zero patience so here you go! i thought up this idea in the middle of the night and literally got out of bed to start it. it's a nasty self indulgent mess...hope you love it! kisses <3

cutie divider by icon @saradika-graphics!

you and logan have some fun at wade's halloween party...

Unsurprising to no one, Wade Wilson knows how to throw a party. 

Every year since the two of you became neighbors, you’ve gotten a gaudy invitation decorated with cartoon bats and devils slipped under your door just in time for Halloween.

Of course, it’s always in some cheesy font, red and glittery. A crappy pun about “scaring up some fun with your favorite mercenary” with a return address listed as ‘Hell’s Playground’ inscribed on the front.

It's awful. You haven’t missed one yet.

And not just because you’re a sucker for free booze and cheap decorations. It’s like tradition now, you can't have your perfect attendance streak cut off four years in. That's just bad manners.

Besides, this is the first year you’ve gotten to do a couples costume.

“I look fuckin’ ridiculous,” Logan mutters, deep voice laced with irritation as he messes with the wolf ears perched awkwardly on his head. “Can’t believe I let you drag me to this thing.”

You don’t turn to face him, but you can still see the frown tugging his lips down in your mind. Logan’s never been one for costumes, but his options were either dress up or stay home while you went and had fun without him.

He was dead set on staying at home for most of the day.

One look at the frilly white bloomers that came with your costume and he changed his tune.

“Quit being such a baby,” you toss over your shoulder, pouring your second cup of whatever Wade mixed together in the mini cauldron sitting on his bar. “You look great, babe.”

He really shouldn’t complain, his costume is barely a costume. An old flannel with the sleeves ripped off and some mangy jeans.

The fake ears and tail were a struggle and a half to get him on board with, but Logan’s all bark and no bite. He was more than willing to roll over and show you his belly after enough begging.

Logan scoffs, big hand pawing at your hip to drag you to his side. “You owe me for this,” he rumbles low in your ear, the playful threat sending a shiver down your spine.

“You’ll survive,” you tease, a smug grin spreading across your face as you tug playfully on the tail clipped to his belt loop. “Unless you wanted to switch?”

Logan’s eyes drag over your body shamelessly, all the way from the floppy sheep ears sitting on your head to the lacy white corset and matching bloomers that do little to hide your curves. 

You don’t miss the way his eyes darken, how he runs his tongue along the sharp point of his canines like he wants to sink his teeth into you.

It sends a familiar heat coursing through your veins, warming your insides just as much as the vodka with a hint of mixer you’ve been sipping at.

You start to wish you shelled out for the fake fangs at the party store.

Logan tugs you closer, his lips curling into a slow, predatory smirk. “Not a chance in hell,” he rasps, voice dipping a couple octaves lower. “Looks better on you, baby.”

You hum idly as his arm snakes around your waist, fingers splayed along your lower back, inching dangerously close to the swell of your ass.

“You better behave,” you chastise, though it’s more playful than stern as you look up at him through your lashes. “We’re in public.”

Logan’s grip tightens, a soft grunt leaving him as he leans in, nosing along the side of your face. “Doesn’t seem like much of a party when all I’m thinkin’ about is how fast I can get you outta this damn costume.”

Blood rushes to your cheeks, the warm puff of his breath over your skin makes your knees feel weak. You try to keep your cool, but it’s hard when he’s practically radiating heat and that intoxicating scent of leather and pine fills your senses. 

Before you can respond, a loud call of your name grabs your attention. 

"There you are!" Wade shouts from across the room, already making his way towards you.

All six foot two and half inches of him is wrapped in blue and white lace, paired with a matching hoop skirt that bounces with every step he takes. His shepherd's staff thuds against the floor when he comes to a stop in front of you. “Fashionably late, I see.”

“We’ve been here for thirty minutes,” you point out, brow cocked as you take in his costume. “Where’ve you been?”

“I’m the hostess with the mostest, honey bunny,” he says, throwing his arm out to gesture towards all the dressed up guests crammed into his living room. “Can’t spread myself too thin.”

He eyes Logan's wolf ears and fake tail, then turns back to you, wiggling his brows suggestively. 

"Kinky,” he comments, flicking the little gold bell hanging from the choker around your neck. “You two just couldn’t resist a little predator-prey roleplay, huh? Should I be worried about you getting all ‘Animal Planet’ on my couch?”

Logan’s grip on your waist tightens, his mouth brushing your ear as he mutters, “I’m gonna kill him before midnight.”

“Now, now, big bad wolf, no need to huff and puff and blow my skirt up. We’re all here to have a howl of a time!” Wade continues, undeterred. “Plus, if you behave, I might just let you keep your sheep when the night’s over.”

You can practically feel Logan’s eye twitch, but you snicker, leaning into him just a little more. “Play nice, Wade,” you say, trying to smother your laugh. “The wolf might eat you first.”

“Please,’ Wade snorts, twirling his shepherd's staff deftly in his hand. “If that’s on the table, I’ll lay out the fucking fine china.”

Logan lets out a huff of air, dropping his hold on you and brushing past Wade with a grunt. "I'm gettin' another beer."

“Try not to stab anyone!” Wade shouts after him, loud enough to be heard over the Monster Mash blaring from the speakers. “Al might blow the whole complex if any more blood gets on the linoleum!”

Logan throws a middle finger over his shoulder as he disappears into the kitchen. 

You watch him go, a grin plastered to your face at the way the tail swings with every step he takes. Something warm and fuzzy settles in your chest, blooming in the empty space of your ribcage.

You know Logan hates this–the people, the lights, the music, the costumes.

But he’s here anyway, for you.

Here wearing the stupid wolf costume you bought for him, surrounded by drunk people in inflatable dinosaur costumes and witches with dollar-store broomsticks. And despite all the grumbling, he hasn’t bolted for the door once.

All for you. And that makes your heart thump a little harder in your chest, your smirk softening into something sweeter.

"You’ve got him whipped," Wade deadpans, crossing his arms, the lace of his sleeves rustling as he does. “It’s really disgusting.”

You snort, shaking your head softly. "More like he's got a soft spot."

Wade eyes you skeptically. "Same thing, toots."

You hum noncommittally, turning back to him. “Cute outfit,” you comment, eyeing the white bonnet secured by a neat little bow under his chin.

“You like it?” Wade does a quick twirl, the blonde curls of his wig nearly slap you across the face as he does. “The guy at party city kept giving me weird looks, but I think he was just jealous of how well I fill in the blouse.”

You rake your gaze over him slowly, taking another slow sip from your cup. “The stockings are a nice touch, but don’t you think running around as Little Bo Peep will send some confusing messages.”

“Well, duh. That’s only the whole point, Sherlock.” Wade snorts, shaking his head like it’s obvious. “I’m way too emotionally invested in this relationship to not try and wiggle my way into throuple territory.”

You can’t help but laugh, rolling your eyes. “A throuple? Hate to break it to you, Peep, but Logan doesn’t really strike me as the sharing type.”

Wade leans in conspiratorially, cupping a hand around his mouth like he’s letting you in on a secret. “That’s why I’m playing the long game. Gotta wear him down with my irresistible charm, and when he finally snaps, I’ll swoop in with a bottle of Jack and a promise of no strings attached.”

You shake your head, chuckling into your drink. “You’ve got it all figured out, don't you?”

“Oh, honey,” Wade purrs, winking at you with a dramatic flutter of his lashes, “I've got a five-year plan.”

You roll your head to the side lazily, sheep ears swaying as you do. “I’ll give you points for persistence.”

"Damn straight," he says with a grin, straightening his bonnet proudly. “This level of commitment takes stamina. And by the way, I’ve got great stamina. My record is thirteen.”

You raise your brow, intrigued. “Thirteen what? Rounds? Hours?”

“Wouldn't you like to know,” he scoffs indignantly, rolling his eyes. “I’m more than just a pretty face in a killer dress, thank you very much.”

You groan, giving him a light push. "You’re impossible."

Wade grins, leaning closer to throw an arm around your shoulders. “I’m just pulling your tail, Wooly. You know I’d never come between you and your beefy boy toy. I mean, look at him. He’s practically pacing the kitchen like a caged animal just looking at you in your slutty nursery rhyme getup. How pathetic.”

You turn to steal a glance at Logan, who’s leaned against the counter scanning the room from behind his beer bottle. You feel a thrill at the idea that he’s watching over you like a hawk, making sure no one gets too close, slowly working himself up over the mere sight of you. 

But more than that, it’s the slight reluctant smirk tugging at his lips as he takes in the party. You can tell he’s managing to find some enjoyment in all this, even if he’d never admit it.

“Well,” Wade starts, dragging the word out slowly. “Since you’re all cozy over here with your alpha male, I’m gonna go find someone to share these…”

He holds up two shot glasses filled with some unidentifiable neon liquid, “…artisanal beverages with. Maybe that guy dressed like a merman. I’ve always wanted to see what's going on under those tails.”

You snort, raising your own cup to your lips. "You're awful."

“Only on the outside, sugar,” he says leaning down to kiss your cheek with a wet smack before flouncing away into the crowd, his skirt swishing as he goes. “Don’t fuck in my house without at least inviting me to watch!”

You laugh to yourself, watching as Wade fades into the crowd of gyrating bodies. You take another long sip, relishing in the familiar burn as it slips down your throat.

The laughter, the music, the chaotic energy of the party—it’s all intoxicating in its own right, but it’s nothing compared to the way Logan’s eyes are boring a hole through the back of your head.

You can feel his gaze like a tangible force, wrapping around you and drawing you in. Logan’s not just watching; he’s assessing, hungry for something that goes far beyond the Halloween festivities surrounding you.

The heat radiating from his gaze only intensifies your already buzzing anticipation, mixing dangerously with the two drinks swirling in your stomach, making you bolder.

You throw back the rest of your drink, setting the empty cup on the bar and making your way across the room. You weave through the crowd seamlessly, the music pulses around you, drowning out the laughter and chatter.

You feel a daring grin spread across your face as you saunter closer, reveling in the way Logan tracks your every move like a predator zeroing in on its prey. 

When you’re finally standing in front of him, you lean against the counter, giving him a good view of the way your corset dips lower. The fabric hugs you in all the right places, teasing him with glimpses of your skin beneath the delicate lace. 

"Looks like Little Bo Peep lost his sheep," he mutters, voice like gravel drenched in honey.

You smirk, tilting your head to the side innocently as you step around the counter. “Maybe I was already planning to run away, to go looking for a big bad wolf to play with.”

You slip two fingers through the belt loop at the front of his jeans, tugging him closer with a rough yank.

Logan’s goes willingly, taking a step closer. His breath hitches as he does, the hazel of his eyes darkening as you press your body against his, not letting an inch of space between you.

“You're really pushin it,” he warns lowly, hands finding your waist, fingers digging in hard enough to send a shiver cascading down your spine. "Makin’ me watch you run around in this fuckin’ thing.”

“Am I?” you reply coyly, fingers toying with the button of his jeans. “I’m just—” you start, but the words are swallowed by the thumping bass of the music as Logan’s lips crash against yours, silencing you with a hungry kiss.

His mouth moves against yours with a fervor that leaves you breathless, and you can’t help but melt into him, feeling the world around you fade away.

The taste of beer mingles with the vodka on your tongue as you sink into the kiss, his hands tightening around you as he pulls you even closer.

“You have no fuckin’ idea how hard it is keepin’ my hands to myself,” he murmurs against your lips, his breath hot and heavy. 

“Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea,” you tease, biting your lip as you pull back just enough to meet his gaze. You can see the fire smoldering in his eyes, the predatory glint that makes your stomach flutter with excitement. “But maybe you could show me just how hard it really is.”

Logan lets out a low growl, and before you can blink, he’s snatching your wrist up and dragging you through the kitchen. 

Laughter bubbles out from your chest as you trip over your own feet in an attempt to keep up with him. Adrenaline pulses through your veins, the warmth in your stomach dipping lower to leak sticky and wet between your thighs.

He’s not rushing, but there’s an undeniable urgency in his step, a raw need that makes your pulse race in sync with his heavy stride. Weaving you through the crowd and out into the hallway until the noise of the party gets lower and lower. 

You’re familiar enough with the layout of Wade’s place to know where Logan’s taking you, the bathroom.

The door is hardly shut before Logan’s spinning you around and crowding you against the sink. His lips are on you before you can even catch your breath, rough and possessive, as if he’s been starving for this all night. 

The kiss is rougher than before, dirty and all consuming as he claims your mouth. A mess of teeth and tongue and spit that sends your head spinning, body arching off the counter and into his instinctively. 

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he growls, trailing his lips down your neck, kissing and biting his way to your collarbone. “Drivin’ me so crazy, baby.”

You bite your lip, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as his calloused fingers trace over the swell of your breasts, kneading the soft flesh with a possessive grip that makes your breath hitch. 

Your arms circle his neck, dragging him down for more filthy kisses. The thick length of his cock pressing against your stomach insistently has you keening, a hard plane of scalding warmth even through the thick material of his jeans.

You let out a soft whimper as his fingers brush against your inner thigh, and he grins at your reaction.

He leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "Bet you’re already soaked for me, aren’t you?" His voice drops even lower, a filthy rasp that sends a jolt of heat straight to your core.

You don’t answer, can’t answer, because Logan’s already got his hand between your thighs, fingers teasing over the soft fabric of your bloomers.

His touch is feather-light, but it’s enough to have you gasping, head lolling back to expose even more of your neck to his fever hot lips.

He groans when he feels how soaked you are, his breath coming out in a rough exhale.

“Figures,” he grunts, his fingers pressing harder, rubbing slow circles over the slick fabric. “Could smell it on you from across the room. You’re fuckin’ drippin’ for me, baby.”

You whine, high in the back of your throat, chest heaving with every quick breath. Your legs spread, thighs widening like you can’t help it. His words send a wave of heat straight to your core, fanning the fire of need festering inside you. 

“Next year we’ll get you in a skirt,” he says, nipping at your bottom lip teasingly. His fingers slip under your bloomers, running through your slick folds teasingly. “Easy access.”

You let out a breathless moan, your hips bucking against his hand, begging for more.

“Logan,” you whimper, but he just smirks, applying more pressure with his palm as he leans in closer, his mouth hovering over your ear.

“You like that, don’t you?” Logan rasps, his voice thick with desire. Dark tone laced with satisfaction as he dips one finger inside you, making your breath catch in your throat. “Look at you, drippin’ down my hand. You want more, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you nod frantically, your breath coming in shallow pants as he continues working you with skilled, relentless touches.

Two thick fingers plunged in your aching pussy, his thumb rubbing over your swollen clit. "Please," you whimper, gripping the edge of the sink so tight your knuckles turn with it, needing more, needing him to ruin you. 

“Please what, honey?” he rasps, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You gotta be more specific.”

You grind against his hand faster, desperate for any kind of relief from the unbearable heat building between your legs. “I need you,” you breathe out, your voice trembling. “Need you to fuck me.”

Logan’s response is immediate. A low growl tearing its way from his throat as he gives your bottoms a rough tug, letting them fall down the length of your legs to pool at your ankles.

He slips his fingers out of you, ignoring your displeased whine and spinning you around to face the mirror, hands gripping your hips as he roughly bends you over the sink.

You find his eyes in the reflection, and the hunger there makes your pulse quicken. His lips are swollen, red and slick just like your own. Hazel eyes blown out and stormy, as he meets your gaze.

The fake whiskers and nose you drew on him before the party using an old eyeliner pen are smudged across the lower half of his face along with the red remnants of your lipstick. You have matching black marks scuffed along your cheeks.

"You’re gonna watch while I fuck you," he growls, popping the button of his jeans and pulling them down just enough to free his cock. He strokes himself once, twice, before lining up behind you, dragging the blunt head along your soaked entrance. "Don’t take your eyes off the mirror, baby. I want you to see what you do to me, what I get to see every fuckin’ time."

You nod breathlessly, eyes locked on his in the mirror as he pushes into you with one hard thrust. You gasp at the stretch, head falling to your chin at the pleasant burn of his cock.

"Fuck," Logan groans, his eyes glued to your reflection as he bottoms out inside you, the sheer size of him making your body tremble.

"Tight little fuckin’ pussy," he mutters, his grip on your hips tightening as he starts to move, setting a brutal, unrelenting pace. "You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to take my cock."

You can’t stop the moans that fall from your slack lips, pathetic little uh uh uh sounds that get punched out of you with every sharp thrust of his hips.

“Take me so fuckin’ well,” he growls, one hand coming up to grip around your throat, tugging meanly at the bell of your choker that rings as he pounds into you, each thrust harder than the last. “Such a good little sheep, lettin’ your mean old wolf fuck you like this.”

 "Fuck," you moan, the sound broken and desperate as he drives deeper, the thick length of him hitting that spot that has your knees buckling beneath you. “God, Logan…”

“Look,” Logan commands softly, reverently. His lips brushing your shoulder with every word as he tilts your head back up to the mirror, making yourself watch as you take his cock. “Look at how fuckin’ pretty you are getting wrecked on my cock.”

Your reflection in the mirror is a mess—flushed cheeks, eyes glassy with lust, your lips parted in a constant stream of breathless moans. You feel embarrassment mixing with the arousal swirling through your stomach, thighs shaking wildly from the onslaught of pleasure.

The loud slap of skin on skin rings through the tiny bathroom, underscored by the wet gush of your pussy around him each time he buries himself in you.

If anyone were to walk by, they’d surely hear it. They’d know someone was getting fucked, really taking it. The thought alone has you tightening around Logan’s cock, velvety walls clenching around him desperately. 

Logan notices, because of course he does, clever eyes picking up on the way your own drift to the door, lingering.

He threads his fingers through your hair, meanly yanking your head back to the mirror, a feral grin stretching across his face as he watches the way you fall apart for him. 

“Want me to howl for you, baby?” he teases, breath hot against the shell of your ear. You can feel the way his lips curve into an evil grin at the pathetic whine that bursts from your lips, at the feel of your pussy drooling around him even more than before.  

“She likes that, huh?” he chuckles darkly, his thumb finds your throbbing clit, rubbing tight circles as his hips speed up impossibly faster. “Dirty fuckin’ girl, you want everyone to know how good I’m givin’ it to you?”

You whimper, overwhelmed by the raw intensity of his words and the rhythm of his thrusts. Your thighs are trembling, barely able to hold you up as Logan takes you apart, piece by piece, with every deep, punishing stroke.

"Answer me," he growls, voice dripping with dominance as his hips snap against you, the head of his cock slamming into that perfect spot inside you again and again. "You want everyone to hear what a dirty little slut you are for me, huh? You want them to know how much you love being fucked like this?"

“Yes,” you gasp, your voice shaky and breathless as pleasure floods your system. "Yes, Logan, fuck—ah! Just—just don’t stop."

Logan growls, low and feral deep in his chest. It shakes through your body, rattling your bones just as much as the heavy smack of his metal laced pelvis against the raw skin of your ass.

“Greedy fuckin’ pussy, I can feel the way she’s sucking me in, baby,” he grits out, hips stuttering slightly. “She want my come, darlin’?"

You’re a mess of gasps and whimpers, nodding frantically as his words push you closer to the edge. Throwing your hips back to meet his thrusts as the spring inside you coils tighter and tighter, a hair's breadth away from snapping.

"Yes, please, Logan," you moan, your fingers digging into the counter as you brace yourself for the relentless onslaught of his cock. "I want it, want you to come inside me." 

Logan’s hips stutter as he slams into you, his cock buried so deep inside you it feels like he’s splitting you in half. He’s close, his breath coming out in ragged pants as his hand tightens around your throat, fingers pressing against your pulse just hard enough to make you dizzy.

“You’re gonna come for me,” he growls, heavy balls slapping against your ass lewdly. “Gonna come all over my cock, aren’t you? And then I’m gonna fill you up. Gonna fuck my come so deep inside you, you’ll be beggin’ me to give you more.”

That’s all it takes for the coil in your belly to snap, pleasure surging through you in hot, uncontrollable waves. You cry out, your vision blurring as your body clenches around him, and Logan lets out a rough growl, driving into you harder, faster. 

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, dragging out every last second of your orgasm until you’re shaking, your voice hoarse from how loud you’re moaning.

“Goddamn, baby,” he mutters, his voice thick with lust as he keeps fucking into your trembling body. “You’re squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight—gonna come so deep in you.”

Your breath is coming in short, desperate gasps, your entire body still shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. But Logan isn’t finished. He used the fistful of your hair still trapped in his hand, tugging your head back to meet his wild gaze in the mirror. 

“Eyes on me,” he commands, his pace growing erratic. “You want me to fill you up? Want me to come in this tight little pussy?”

“Yes, Logan,” you manage to choke out, your voice barely a whisper. “Please—I need it.”

With a deep, broken groan of your name, Logan slams into you one last time, his hips stuttering as he spills inside you, hot and thick. His fingers tighten on your throat, and you moan at the feeling of his cock pulsing, filling you up to the brim. 

You can’t stop the whine that falls from your lips at the feel of his come spraying your insides, completely drenching you with it. So much that it just has to take.

A shudder runs through you at the idea, pussy clenching around his spent cock weakly.

Logan sighs contently, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder as he catches his breath, hands falling to your waist like it's the only anchor keeping him from floating away entirely.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room are your ragged breaths and the faint thump of the music outside bleeding through the walls.

Logan tips his head back up, meeting your hazy eyes in the fogged up glass of the mirror with a shit-eating grin. “Happy fuckin’ Halloween,” he says smugly, dropping a kiss to the sweaty skin of your shoulder. 

You huff, rolling your eyes with a reluctant fondness. The thought of walking back out there makes your stomach turn, nerves and arousal churning together at the chance that everyone knows what you two were doing after disappearing for so long.

You only hope the white fabric of your bloomers is good enough at hiding the come already leaking from your pussy.

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[kanene-yaaay]

Aaaaaa this is so GREAT!!! To see light, careful tickles being so delightfully used to makes his barriers crumble and his giggles to ring loud and clear ♡♡♡ very very amazing

Janus with hypersensitive scales is the bestttt so how about a rude snake getting tickled to tears by an unforgiving Ler Logan? Maybe using a new tool that makes Janus scream?

Janus stepped back, his eyes darting, looking for any way to escape. “Surely, Logan, we can resolve this in another way.”

Logan simply took another step towards him, his expression stern. “I believe I made it clear to you yesterday that any further comparisons of Roman to his brother would result in this specifically.”

Janus gulped. Logan had indeed made that clear while he was thoroughly wrecking Janus yesterday. As well as promising to make the next time tickle even more.

“Surely, this needn’t be counted,” Janus tried, taking another step back. “Even you have to admit they occasionally create very similar dreams.”

“I left no room for excuses,” Logan said. “A correct comparison is still a comparison.”

Janus tried to take another step back, but his back hit a wall. “Logan…”

Logan stepped forward again, blocking Janus against the wall. He raised one eyebrow, a small quirk to the corner of his mouth. “I am going to quite enjoy this.”

A shiver of anticipation ran down Janus’s back as Logan sank them both to his torture chamber.

A shaky grin couldn’t be suppressed once he was in the room. There were no doors, only Logan could control entry and exit. All around the room were chairs and tables that could restrain a Lee in unique and horribly unfair ways.

Janus never admitted it, but he adored this room. Logan let him lie as much as he liked, let him deny how much he enjoyed the tickles and having all control stripped away.

“Now,” Logan said. “How will I break you today?”

“You won’t,” Janus said, his voice already a bit quavery, the sight of all the machines and tools in the room affecting him strongly.

Logan reached forward, taking Janus’s chin in his hand and tipping his head so he had to look up into Logan’s eyes. “I assure you, you will not leave this room until you beg me for mercy.”

“Never,” Janus said bravely, but he knew it was true. Logan didn’t bluff.

He crossed his arms tightly, as if he could protect himself that way.

“It is simply a fact,” Logan said, an evil smile growing on his face.

Janus jerked his head, pulling his chin out of Logan’s grasp, trying to hide the blush rising on his cheeks.

“Oh, you are adorable,” Logan commented, pulling Janus over to a chair.

Logan sat first, tugging Janus into his lap. He arranged Janus’s hands against the arm rests, and his feet to the legs of the chair. Bands clamped around them, leaving Janus trapped.

“You’re lucky today,” Logan murmured into Janus’s ear. “While I will break you, I’m in a very generous mood. Your composure will crumble, bit by bit, with only your favorite tickles.”

Janus tugged at his arms, impulsively trying to cover his sides. Why had he just gone along with Logan trapping him in place? He could’ve tried to run!

Not that it would’ve done anything other than delay the inevitable.

There was a soft rustle behind him, and then Logan’s tie was pressed over his eyes, tied at the back of his head.

“Y-you won’t gain anything,” Janus said. “You can’t break me. I won’t let you.”

“Ohh, is that so?” Logan purred into Janus’s ear, his breath tickling over his neck.

His hands slipped under Janus’s shirt, softly tracing over his sides. Janus tensed, trying to hold in all reactions. He wouldn’t give Logan the satisfaction of getting him that easily.

“I do love when you try to act tough,” Logan teased, still tracing ever so gently up and down Janus’s sides. “It’s so much more satisfying watching you fall to pieces.”

Janus suppressed a whimper as Logan’s skilled fingers began focusing on the patches of scales along his sides. He bit his lip, struggling to breathe evenly. His scales were especially sensitive to the specific brushes of nails over the edges that Logan could do so well.

“I can feel it you know,” Logan said. “Every time I scritch over one of your sweet spots your breath hitches.”

“Stop t-teasing,” Janus said. It was a mistake. Opening his mouth at all made it much harder to hold back the laughter brimming within him.

Logan’s evil fingers just continued, never speeding up or slowing down, tracing and scritching gently over his scales.

“Give in,” Logan purred. “You know you want to. You’ll enjoy yourself so much more. I’ll keep tickling you either way, you may as well laugh for me.”

A small squeak escaped from Janus, but he clamped his mouth shut tighter, determined to hold out as long as he could. But the tickles against his sides were becoming more and more intense, despite Logan continuing in exactly the same way. Every second that passed, Janus’s nerves lit up more. They reacted to Logan’s touches as if he had direct control over Janus’s body, filling him with tingling sensation.

His chest heaved with giggles that he wouldn’t release. He couldn’t see, and that made it even worse. All he could focus on was Logan’s teasing voice or his horrible, evil fingers. Janus squirmed in his lap, trying to wiggle his sides into a position Logan could exploit less easily.

“Awwww, is it becoming unbearable?” Logan teased. “Poor little Janus can’t handle the tickles that’ll never stop.”

Janus whined, the giggles threatening to break free.

“You know I’m just going to keep tickling you. I won’t stop till I get my fill. And that’s going to be a long, long time. There’s really no point in resisting.”

Janus thrashed side to side, but he couldn’t get away. “Ssssssstop, it— it tihickles!”

The giggles began pouring from him, more and more, making up for all the time he’d held them in.

“There are all the sounds I love,” Logan teased. “Giggles and hisses from such a ticklish little snake. I told you I’d get them sooner or later.”

Janus couldn’t stop the giggles if he tried. The endless tickles against his sides were the sweetest torture, endlessly pulling the reactions from him.

“Evil, ehehevil,” he protested, squirming in vain. Logan’s hands just followed his sides wherever he went.

“Is that what you call it?” Logan murmured. “I wonder what you’d call this then?”

Logan wrapped his arms around Janus’s middle, each hand now tickling the opposite side of his torso, the arms holding him tightly against Logan where he couldn’t squirm away. Janus squealed, the stealing of his little resistance making the tickles worse.

He couldn’t handle the tickles anymore. He couldn’t, he couldn’t, they tickled too much! And all in one place, never leaving, never stopping, it was too much!

“Pleheheassssse!” Janus begged.

“Please, what, dear?” Logan said, still just as casually torturing him.

Janus could barely get words out, laughing his heart out. He flung his head back, the only part of him that could freely move.

“Sohomewhere elssssssse!” he pleaded desperately.

No matter where Logan touched on his sides, it tickled. He could probably still his hands, but if he left them touching Janus’s sensitive scales they’d still tickle. Janus couldn’t handle the tickles, he just couldn’t!

“Hmmmm,” Logan hummed, drawing it out for endless seconds. “No.”

Janus thrashed desperately, his limbs nearly jelly in addition to being trapped. It did him no good. He was caught in endless torment at the hands of the most evil Ler to ever exist.

“Mehehercy! Mehercy, Logan! PleheEEEEEE!” Janus screeched as Logan scritched at a particularly sensitive scale.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” Logan asked coolly, as if he weren’t reducing Janus to a squirming mess in his lap.

“Yehehes, Pleheheasssssse! Plehehease!”

Tears of mirth were leaking out from under the tie over Janus’s eyes. He was very close to safewording if Logan wouldn’t relent.

And then Logan’s fingers stilled. His hands were still pressed against Janus’s sides threateningly, but he gave him a moment of rest.

“Convince me,” Logan said smugly. “Why shouldn’t I keep tickling you to pieces? Take advantage of having such a cute Lee entirely in my power.”

Janus was babbling immediately, trying to get the words past the giggles that wouldn’t stop, even without more tickling. “Logan please, please plehease, no mohore. Please, mercy, I can’t take any more. I can’t, I cahahan’t!”

Janus could hear the smirk in Logan’s voice. “I did say I wouldn’t stop till you were begging for mercy. I suppose I’ll hold myself to the implicit promise to give that mercy.”

Janus slumped in relief, giggles still pouring out. “Ehehevil ler…”

Logan’s fingers twitched, and Janus shrieked, arching his back as he tried in vain to escape.

Logan laughed loudly. “I couldn’t resist, dear. I truly will stop now.”

Janus’s hands were released, and he immediately shoved Logan’s hands out from his shirt. He pulled the tie off from his eyes.

“Terrible! Evil! Horrible!” He accused, turning to look at Logan.

Logan was entirely unrepentant, still laughing. “And yet you let me capture you so easily~”

Janus crossed his arms and huffed. But he couldn’t actually be mad. He shifted to a more comfortable position, melting against Logan.

“I’ll get you back,” he promised petulantly. “And you’ll have to beg me for mercy.”

“I’m sure you will,” Logan said indulgently, holding Janus gently.

[catcze]

HII ITS THE ANON WHO SAID WRIO IS LIKE FLYNN RIDER LMAOO I SUPPORT ALL BRAINROT RELATING TO THIEF WRIO 🤭🤭 i think him and a sheltered royal reader would be very like. reader falls first wrio falls harder LMAO— u got me thinking about it now what can I do 💔

HI BABYY WELCOME BACK ♡♡

Thanks for supporting my brainrot LMAOOO it literally started bc of u HAHAA /pos

Now let me get u thinking about it more 👀👀👀👀👀👀

In a Fantasy AU vaguely inspired by tangled (I say vaguely bc it's got some elements, but not all of them yk?) Wriothesley is a master thief, who always snags whatever he sets his mind on. You, on the other hand, are the only child of the king and queen, and the sole heir to the throne. You're kept strictly within the castle and forbidden from leaving since you had been kidnapped once as a child, and your parents fear that happening to you again. You used to despise it, being locked up, but over the years you've grown to accept it (not necessarily like it, you've just stopped trying to escape the castle every so often.)

Now, Wriothesley plans to steal your crown, the heir's crown to the kingdom, as his biggest heist yet. So he sneaks past the guards one night, gets into the palace and even manages to sneak up to your room. He's so close— so close!— to getting his hands on the heir's crown, but there's one thing that he overlooks. Because no one in the kingdom has seen you, and information on you is so limited, there's no way for him to have known that you possess a dendro vision. So taking him by surprise, you manage to knock him out and tie him up in vines and flowers. When he wakes up, you manage to broker a deal with him: He wants your crown, right? Well, you have no use for the thing. Not really. To you, it's just a reminder that you're destined to be trapped and lonely for the rest of your life. So you'll give it to him— on the condition that he takes you to see the lantern rite festival in the nearby kingdom of Liyue.

And though its far, though his pride stings at being caught by some recluse of a royal, what choice does he really have? Refuse, and be caught by the guards? Not a chance. So he agrees to your terms and sneaks you out of the tower and leads you into town, where you see the world for the first time.

From there, it's a whole journey navigating from Fontaine to Liyue with you— but you get there just in the nick of time for the lantern rite to start. He brings you around, lets you sample food with glittering eyes, lets you buy fabrics and nicknacks, and pays with his own money. Wriothesley even manages to rent out a quaint pagoda with a balcony, where you can watch the festivities and the lanterns glow across the harbour. There, he basks along the railing with you, eating skewers and fried rice, letting the music and cheer put him at ease. As he talks to you, listens to you ramble on and on about how beautiful the place is and how you'd love to come back one day, Wriothesley finds that he no longer cares about getting his hands on that crown. All he cares about now is the flush on his face and the realization that somewhere, across the way from Fontaine to Liyue, you had managed to steal his heart.

[oceans-beloved]

Meme dump yayyy🥳✨️

(off to make more now muhahaha >:3)

[chrrywvea]

a serotonin boost for today:

✨️imagine married lokius at a christmas market✨️

(or: my brain going haywire at 4 am for these two idiots & leaving me with this half fic half imagine-ramble-story thing)

mobius obsessing over all the little trinket shops

like immediately upon their arrival, he's over the moon

loki detests all the masses of people but nearly melts when he sees how mobius lights up

he does enjoy it later on as well, very much even

sharing mulled wine

butterfly kisses & red cheeks (loki i'm looking at you)

mobius wears the scarf loki made for him for his birthday (personal hc of mine: loki can crochet & knit insanely well)

mistletoes, so many mistletoes

snowflakes in loki's curls make him look even more mesmerising (mobius stop staring please)

mobius gets fairy lights for their apartment

loki shields his tiny husband from all the people bumping into everyone (inspo from the cutest gay couple i saw at the christmas market yesterday thanks guys♡)

they try out all the different food stands together

(since christmas markets tend to have lots of nordic food loki gets to teach mobius about his favourite dishes at home when he was a child)

mobius loves listening to loki anyway, no matter the topic, but hearing him speak so freely of the good aspects of his childhood always warms his heart

they search more quiet spots for breaks when they both get a little overwhelmed

loki sings (though this time only for his husband)

holding hands in each others coat pockets & hand kisses to warm cold skin up

beanies

they try on all the beanies in the whole market (mobius puts them on loki who eventually just surrenders to it)

in the end loki buys them real silly, matching ones (if any artists want to draw this, by all means, go ahead! i'd love that so much but i have zero talent when it comes to drawing)

loki drags mobius to the ice rink, the only thing he's weary of since he's never been ice skating before - but loki is there to help!

he's a pro at it, frosty heritage and stuff

yes i believe frost giants can ice skate really well shush

lots of laughter and banter ensue with mobius attempting to stay upright

the waist hold™ is now reversed to prevent mobius from falling on his butt

but honestly they were gonna be close anyway so

touchy touchy

mobius gets the hang of the whole ice skating ordeal and loki cheers him on when he manages one round around the rink on his own

though he completely rams into loki's back upon his return

when they tire out after a while they get more food, sit around one of the nearby bonfires and cuddle

star gazing when it gets dark & planning for christmas eve

they both sneakily buy gifts for one another when the other's busy with something

mobius gets a little tipsy

too many samples at the liquor shops oops

+ i might add more if anyone likes this but this is what came out for now, enjoy :-D

[unriding]

Moze was known for being sneaky and basically invisible, since barely anyone sees him while he sees everyone and everything. It might be creepy to think about, but this didn't intimidate you at all. Rather the opposite - this was one of the reasons why you became interested in him.

But your beloved would've never guessed that you can be the sneaky type too. At first, you sneaked into his heart slowly and carefully - and now you are sneaking sweet little messages on sticky notes everywhere he could see them.

Be it in his lunchbox, in his trouser pockets, on his daggers,.. everywhere he would find a sweet message like “Remember that you are so, so loved by me, Moze! ❤️” which he certainly wasn't used to seeing, but he didn't mind it in one bit.

He actually adores it and they became one of his favorite parts of the day - besides the part where he would see you.

So don't be surprised when you find a sticky note with the message “I love you, Evie.” one day too, and of course - he would've sneaked it into your lunchbox, too while watching your reaction in the shadows, slightly smiling to himself.

~ 💐 (18th door of the advent calendar)

[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

cee! since we've been talking about prince!txt a lot, i have a thought for you: prince beomgyu who sneaks out disguised as a commoner because he wants to experience life outside the castle walls. the royal court is overprotective of him but he wants nothing more than to experience the beauty of his kingdom: why is he only reading about its lush forests, bustling market squares, and hospitable citizens from stuffy old books instead of experiencing them for himself?

when he finally steps out and enters the main town, he's overwhelmed by all the sights and sounds and smells. people shove past him and someone even pickpockets him, and he flees into a narrow alleyway to collect himself. he's tired and hungry and lost all his pocket money, so he can't even buy himself a little food. that's when beomgyu encounters you, a young bookbinding apprentice on the way to the market to buy some raw materials for your job.

you save his life that day - with the money you do have, you buy him something good to eat. you can tell he's not used to life in the main town, and beomgyu quickly makes up a lie that he's a visitor from another kingdom, which you don't question. so you dedicate the day to showing him the best of his own kingdom: to a bakery whose bread is even better than the ones served in the castle, to a bubbling creek that attracts birds, to a wide street where you two can watch the sun set over the houses. when the sky starts to turn dark, he tells you he has to go, and you escort him to the main road leading to the castle. you keep a gentle hold on his hand the whole time and he can't stop thinking about how warm you are...

beomgyu makes many more trips outside the castle walls to see more of his kingdom, and more of you. he loves the excited smile on your face when you show him something new, and the way you don't hesitate to hold his hand or put a hand on his shoulder to guide him through the town streets. part of him fears that if (or when?) you figure out who he really is, you'll start treating him differently, so for now he relishes the kindness you show him. and the more time he spends around you, the harder it is for him to ignore his heartbeat going faster.

-- violet / bhj 🖤

I'm so sorry that I'm just getting to this now! It blows my mind that you sent this to me while I was writing a book-centric Prince Beomgyu story of my own, and thank you for blessing my inbox with this wonderful thought. I think he might have temporarily become my favourite when it comes to prince txt aus 🤫

I love every concept you've used here. Him wanting to know more about his kingdom first hand – it suits Beomgyu so well, especially sneaking out in disguise. I also love that when he’s finally venturing out his first experience is less than idylic, it's such a good contrast!

A bookbinding apprentice sounds so cool, are you kidding? I think it would be so interesting to get to have a hand in making books, especially how they used to use leather and stitch the pages in by hand and do the gold foiling on the covers – but I digress!

This is so cute and lovely 🫠 Just thinking about Beomgyu in a borrowed cloak, his eyes lighting up as he tries food from outside the castle, rosy cheeks hidden in the dark while someone holds his hand for the first time, having these little adventures 🥹 ah, this gave me so many feelings and I had to read it several times because I didn't want it to end!

[dollxhime]

BSD Rarepair Week: day 2, 3 & 6

💐 // Pining

Lucy wasn't into girls. Or at least she thought so.

It's not like she had time to think about romance before when her life revolved around needing to be useful or else she'd be thrown away like a rag doll that had no value.

Ever since Lucy had started working at the Uzumaki, she would get up early, get ready, do the dishes downstairs and prepare fresh coffee just before opening hour. She could have a share of it too; the owners were very nice to her and she was grateful for that.

Her usual routine had become something so average, so normal, it slowly began giving her time to think about other things instead of obsessing over usefulness. And that's where she comes in.

'I'll have something that helps pick me up', she would usually say. And just as asked, Lucy would bring it to her and go back to her usual chores behind the counter. And then one of those days went differently.

"Hey, waitress. Lucy, was it?"

She looked up from the soapy dishes in her hands to look at the doctor. "Yeah, what do you want?"

"I have some shopping to do today. Want to come with?" she said nonchalantly.

Huh???

"Come with you??? Why?" was all she could blurt out.

"Do you ever do anything else with your time other than working at the cafe? Every woman could use some 'ladies time out' now and then."

Lucy didn't even have time to ask where she was getting at; when she realized, she was already being dragged out the door. Though she protested and flailed her arms in the first moment, she had no choice but to eventually surrender to the doctor's will.

And when she realized again, she was actually having fun.

She had never had friends so she had never done the kind of stuff friends do together like the pointless talks while roaming around doing window shopping, trying out dresses and makeup, stopping at someplace to have tea and snacks.

"No one ever wants to come along," Yosano casually complained. "So thank you for coming with me. It's much less boring with company."

"It's not like I had a choice anyway..." Lucy pouted, making the doctor smile at her.

"But you had fun, didn't you?"

Yosano arched her brows, the shameless smile of someone who knew a little too much plastered on her face when Lucy looked away angrily and flushed.

"Well-"

"If you'd like, we could do this more times. I had fun too," she asked without waiting for Lucy to voice out her fake complaints.

And after that, Lucy started looking forward to it every weekend without even realizing it. She couldn't see the smile that appeared on her face whenever the time came to hang her apron and leave with the doctor in tow, but everyone noticed.

Lucy could try denying it all she wanted but she came to enjoy the company. Her heart beat fast and her face flushed when the doctor complimented her appearance when an outfit looked good on her, for once she'd feel beautiful. And when they exchanged words about their interests, she would feel compelled to want to know more even when the things they liked were so mismatched it was almost like they lived in different worlds.

She wanted to listen and see more. What was the perfume she used? It had a really good fragrance. She had very pretty nails too, she once noticed when they were sharing nail polish tips. And was it too weird if she wondered if the lipstick she wore had a peachy taste like she imagined? Better leave that thought well-kept, it is weird.

And then one night as she was getting ready to go to bed, it hit her.

Wait a minute.

Could she possibly...? be crushing on the doctor???

She wasn't into women, was she? The first time she had ever felt that kind of longing toward someone, it had been that stupid tabby cat but he was so dense he couldn't pick up a hint to save his sorry life, much so she figured it would be easier to just bottle it up and give up on it. Thing is, he was a guy. What was with this new development???

No, that couldn't be. She was just overreacting... right? It was the first time she had gotten direct and constant attention and affection from someone else, a very pretty woman whom she wanted to become friends with at that... So she was just thrown off balance like that because it was something so new she didn't know how to process it.

That must be it.

The next time she saw Yosano after all that self-questioning was the time that put the last nail in the coffin and diagnosed Lucy with terminal gay and she could no longer deny it.

"Mornin', Lucy!" she greeted spiritedly. "Ready to go?"

The simple mention of her name made her heart race so fast it felt like she needed to gulp very hard to send it back to her chest. Lucy glared at the doctor with a bewildered look while her face went through all the shades from pink to red one could find in a paint catalog before rushing out the door.

"SORRY! SOMETHING CAME UP TODAY!!!"

Yosano stared at the cafe's door flipping on its hinges, confused.

🌹 // Lucy

Okay, I thought to myself.

You can't keep avoiding her forever, it's been weeks. Just keep it together and act normally. If I end up losing her because of this streak of screw-ups, I'll be very upset with myself. If possible, I wanted to keep being friends at the very least.

Yeah. I did it once, I can do it again.

The bell on the cafe's door rings once it's flung open and my heart skips a beat as soon as I see her. Our eyes meet and I feel myself steering back and before she approaches the counter, I flee into the kitchen's backroom.

I can't do it at all!

Grunting in frustration, I force my brain. Think, Lucy, think. You have to do something, you can't keep just running away forever.

My eyes notice the notepad we use to account for inventory and an idea comes to me: if I get too nervous to even say anything, I could write down a note and give it to her.

I pat onto my apron's pockets in search of the pen I keep there, and once it's found, I begin writing. I'm not sure any of this sounds impressive or fancy, it kinda feels more like a diary page of a girl going off about her school's crush if anything but it'll have to do. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

Leaving the backroom, I return to an empty cafe save for the master working on his coffee as usual. He notices me and the frown on my face, asking if everything's alright.

"I'm fine, don't worry. Where did she go? The doctor."

"Oh, she just left. Said she had come for you but since it looked like you were busy, she went on her way."

There was still time to catch up; good thing the agency was literally next door.

"Thanks! I'll, uh... Just excuse me for a moment, okay? I'll be back soon!"

Before I could even reach the staircase, I felt something latch onto my wrist and tug at me to pull me into a corner. My face immediately flushed when I noticed who was in front of me.

"I figured you'd come looking for me soon enough," Yosano said. She looked into my eyes, a serious look on her face.

I swallowed and tried to still my nerves. "Y-yeah. Yeah, I was looking for you."

"You've been avoiding me, haven't you? I noticed."

Man, detectives are scary. But being subtle wasn't my forte so even a moron would be able to tell anyway.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, now looking concerned. "Did I force my whims on you too much? I know I may come off as forceful sometimes, so if that's the case-"

"No... That's... not it," I feebly mumbled, unable to keep eye contact.

"What's up then? Is everything alright with you?"

"Yeah... I mean, uh..."

Maybe not? Maybe yes, I don't know anymore. This feels too different and I've never felt my heart beat this fast.

"There's something I gotta tell you. Something personal, so..."

"Yes? I'm listening."

"I, uh..."

"Don't worry, no one will hear you down here. The office's door upstairs is pretty thick."

I inhale deeply. This would be the best moment to hand her the hurried note I wrote but I completely forget about the damn thing until it's too late.

"I think... I like you. Would you... Would you go out with me?" I mumble nearly incoherently.

Yosano's brows knit together. "What? Sorry, I couldn't quite catch what you just said-"

I explode before I lose all my courage. "WOULD YOU GO OUT WITH ME ON A DATE???"

🪻 // Yosano

I blinked.

"I think I have a crush on you!" Lucy blurts, face as red as a tomato. "That's why I've been avoiding you! I'msorry!"

"Oh my," is all I muster to say at first. She continues, talking so fast her accent starts making words hard to understand.

"Lucy," I call.

"AndwhenIrealizedIwassodownbadandI'venevergonethroughthissoIhaven'tthefaintestideaofwhattodo-"

"Lucy!" I call louder while I bring my hands to her shoulders and gently shake her. "Calm down. It's okay. I'm glad you finally told me."

The maiden looks completely puzzled for a second. "Y-you knew?!"

"Girl, I'm a detective," I smiled, letting go of her. I could tell she could use some personal space to still her nerves. "And a woman. We're keen observers."

"Y-you could've told me earlier! Gosh, I feel so stupid now!"

"Sorry, I just didn't want to intrude. Sometimes we need time to process our feelings, it's something that only us can do."

"You sound oddly okay with it..." Lucy points out, suspicious. Her face suddenly lights up, "D-does that mean...?!"

"Oh, dear," I said with an apologetic tone. "It's unfortunate, but I can't reciprocate your feelings. I'm sorry."

Lucy deflated like a popped balloon as a heavy sigh left her but recovered very fast. "Well, at least now I know. Should have figured you weren't into girls... That'd be too good to be true."

I blinked at her again. "I never said that."

"Huh???" she sounded truly puzzled.

"I swing both ways, cutie pie," I explained with a sly smirk. "But even if I didn't, I wouldn't treat you any differently because of it. It's completely okay."

"Wait, so..." Lucy frowned as if creasing her forehead would give her brain an additional help to make 2+2. Realization then hit her. "Oh! Ooooh."

"Yeah, I'm already... You know," I chuckle.

"I'd never be able to tell."

"You never asked! We're pretty reserved about it for reasons," I shrug, doing my best not to laugh at the irony that it had been specifically Lucy to crush on me. Apparently, I'm a redhead magnet. "Regardless, it's still a big flattery to be someone's gay awakening," I winked playfully at her. Lucy's face flared up in red again.

"You can tell even that?!"

"Been there, done that," a wry smile escapes me. "So, how do you feel right now?"

"Much lighter, actually," the maiden sighed in relief. "At least now I know, just need some time to let it go. I, um... Would like to keep things as they are between us though. If that's okay with you...?"

She still sounded a little unsure of herself, so I made sure to smile as sweetly as I could at her. "Yes, of course! I wouldn't mind that at all."

"Okay... Okay, cool," the way she repeated it sounded like she was still trying to convince herself, so I took the wheel instead.

"Would you mind if I hugged you? It helps ease the nerves and you Westerners are much more open to this kind of thing between friends."

"Woah, hold up there, that's maybe a little too soon," Lucy complains, hands on her hips. "I've just been rejected by you, I need time to process that, you know!"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Fair enough."

"Actually," she quickly backtracks. "You know what? Forget that, I will accept that hug."

I carefully pull her into my arms, taking care not to smother her but still feel warm and comforting enough to do its intended job. "You're an amazing and beautiful woman, Lucy. You'll find the right person for you one day," I say, gently patting her shoulder. "And I'll be there to give you dating tips, of course!"

Much to my surprise and relief, she's smiling when we pull apart. "Thanks," she says, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye before it dared to drop. "I'll remember that."

"So, now that this has been settled, what are your plans for tomorrow? It's been a while we don't do shopping together but it's perfectly alright if you don't want to come along."

"You bet I do! I've missed doing it."

With a lighter heart, I smile at her. "Then same time as usual. And make sure to wear comfortable shoes, we have a lot of catching up to do!"

Credits: ♡ English revisions & co-author: @shiroganeryo ♡ Edits & graphics: me! °ʚ(´꒳`)ɞ° ♡ Image sources: Bungou Stray Dogs manga, drawn by Harukawa35; Bungou Stray Dogs Official Anthology, Vol.1 Ch.3 - As You Wear It drawn by Hirahara Akira; free stock resources from Pngtree

[rislyann]

one way or another, Jesus always finds his way back into my fics

"mysterious are the ways of the Lord" or something like that ig

[hirazuki]

Hi! Re: the WIP folder game, please could you share more about...

Fate/Postscript

lemon balm and salvia, blue, mairon & maedhros

tsukuyomi (curious about this one bc i've also got a scene coming that mentions tsukuyomi-no-mikoto skdjas)

Hii!!

Fate/Postscript is a Fate series (TYPE-MOON) fic that follows the universe of Fate/Zero and Fate/Stay Night, and veers a little into the El-Melloi II Case Files territory. Not sure how familiar you are with this franchise (always happy to give you more details!), this is basically an OC/Sasaki Kojirō | Assassin story, because my favorite character from this franchise is, once again, a minor side-character with precious few fics to his name and needs some love nevermind that this has been languishing in my drafts since like. 2017, let's ignore that

“At any rate,” he said after a few moments, “I really do recommend that you keep your visiting hours with me late at night.” She looked over her shoulder at him, confused. He pointed to the crowds of people walking up and down the stairs. “It does not do for a young woman to appear to be talking to herself.” She cackled, loudly. “Why should I care what people think? I’m not even from around here. And besides,” she continued, after a few more swings with the sword, “some of us actually sleep at night.” “A pity,” he said, closing one eye. “When there are other things you could be engaging in.”  She spun around again, attempting to take a swing at him. Before she even knew he had moved, Kojirō leapt up, drew his sword and, flicking the tip under her sword’s edge, cleanly disarmed her. Her blade went flying vertically in the air, and he caught it easily. He flipped the edge towards himself, and held it out for her to take. “Come now, allow a man a little harmless flirting.” She snorted, amused, as she took back her sword from his outstretched hand. “There is nothing harmless about you.” “Maybe so,” he conceded as he sat back down. “But I am bored, and you are the only one I converse with.”

lemon balm and salvia, blue, mairon & maedhros ... ahaha *hides face in shame* This is a tumblr writing prompt that @celebbun sent me... over a year ago... *weeps* T_T

First Age, 465 He's bleeding out. How will he go back to Angband, in such a state and with such news? Himring... Himring is not far. Closer than Angband. Perhaps... perhaps he could -- He shakes his head free of the delusion a moment later. He cannot. Even were Fëanor's eldest inclined to humor his plea after everything, his own loyalty and sense of duty will not allow him. He curls up tighter, further into the dark tree hollow, and closes his eyes and falls into fitful sleep, to thoughts of red hair and white fire.

Tsukuyomi is a Naruto fic! (this probably won't be its final title). Again, not sure how much you know about this series, but basically at one point, almost all characters are put under a virtually unbreakable illusion (the name of this technique is Infinite Tsukuyomi, hence the name of the WIP) where they are trapped in their own dreams, and they experience their perfect world as though it was their reality. We get to see a good number of these dreams, and they give us a really neat window into the supporting cast, for instance, with whom we don't necessarily spend too much time with in the main story, getting to see their hopes/fears/what makes them tick, etc. We don't see everyone's obviously, and Orochimaru's (one of my faves) tsukuyomi dream is skipped over, so this would be my take on what his ideal world would look like. I've got some ideas jotted down as to what it would include, but don't have anything actually written down yet ^^

[nocentis]

Honeysuckle

⚶ ┆ Between his teeth and beneath his nails, an airy fruit light as love is bitten down to the rind. Even with his mouth full of pulp he finds himself desperate for her taste.

A sigh echoed and swallowed, kept locked in his chest like a secret. He held his breath until it burned; savored every hitch and every hum of her sacred song. Each curse spoken like a prayer, like praise; wept like gratitude wrenched raw from the soul — raked clean and spit out like the pit of a cherry. When he's forced to breathe, she is the hallowed riptide, and he would be blessed to drown in her lush.

Ripe as a peach at the crown of her cheeks; soft red flush so sticky sweet. Another of her colors comes to life in his mind. One shade closer to the divine.

⚶ ┆ Woven together like lace under the pale light of a waning moon. He can't be sure where he ends and she begins. She pierces straight through him like he belongs to her, and in some capacity, he knows that he does. There is no room left in his heart for desire of this nature. It has reached its bounds and collapsed inward on itself — a singularity the size of her that takes of these moments and stretches them infinitely, ever deeper, ever denser; inescapable.

Too much would never be enough and yet he counts every falling grain of timesand, tallies them up, and says his Hail Mary's in correspondence. Blessed is he for these hands to hold her, for these eyes to view her, for this mouth to speak her name. Blessed is he for the breath and the bread, the water, the whine.

Under his breath, to no god in particular, he issues his thanks.

"You're still awake." Her voice is strained by the small hours. The calm is sweeping her away and yet she remains afloat, waiting for the rise and fall of his chest to slow before she sinks into sleep. "Your train leaves early. You should rest."

His own voice is gravelly, thick with syrup, when he attempts to quell, "There will be another train. There is always another train."

There is nothing more important than this — her head on his chest and his fingers in her hair, scarlet as the sun's kiss and softer than silk.

She shifts so that she can look at him, and the nightglow catches the honey of her eye. "You should rest," she reiterates, and though she aims to chastise, he can feel her care bleeding through her touch.

"I will," he promises, though he chooses not to specify when. "I'm not ready for tomorrow."

He feels her hum before he hears it. Gentle as a lullaby, it dims his vision, and he finds a brief reprieve inside his eyelids.

"You're ready," she assures, succinct as ever.

"You're right," he concedes through a sigh, "I don't want this to end."

"Then don't end it," she slides her hand into his, weaves their fingers together in an airtight knit, "Water it. Let it grow. Keep it alive while we're apart."

He responds first through a light squeeze, a bit of humor trapped in his chest, and he can't deny that, "There are some things even I can't kill."

[truethes]

I wanna say last one but gm it's 7am and sv manages to take up my whole kind again wdym BOTH of my highest sv muses are smiling and looking this good?

[kairiscorner]

man u guys are funni you don't think i remember this? (tw: dr*gs and ov*r*os*)

first time? that's rich, right @miguelswifey04

at least change your wording to make it look more original bro

anyway, please STOP SENDING REPEATED REQUESTS. I AM NOT A ROBOT WHO IS REQUIRED TO MAKE YOUR STORIES. if you want to see it written, write it yourself :> i didn't respond to your request at first because i was uncomfortable with it, there, i said it. i'm sorry, but i cannot and will not fulfil your request. i think i've made it clear in my rules that i will not do disturbing themes, i am not required to, ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY'RE REPEATED REQUESTS.

i'll give you the benefit of the doubt and say you're not the same anon spamming me and asking lin (hopefully not other writers) with this very request, i'm gonna tell you right now i am not comfortable with writing this. i'm sorry if i sound angry, bc i am. please respect us writers the same way as we respect you anons; i didn't respond to your previous req so as not to embarrass you or anything, but i can't keep quiet anymore.

sorry for the long ass rant, tl;dr: i'm not gonna write this, and if you send another req EXACTLY LIKE THIS OR HAS THE SAME THEME AS THIS OR ANYTHING TRIGGERING, YOU WILL GET BLOCKED. g'day.

[grimmweepers]

Ryu!! This is viktor (from arcane) and he’s so stinking cute and funny and smart and I wanna marry him one day!!!!! and give him so many babies

oh goodness gracious that is a MAN 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

I SEE WHY YOU LOVE HIMMMMMMMM

i went on tik tok just to see more of him and he has an accent too??? HE SEEMS LIKE SUCH A CUTIE. a cutie who makes sure to keep your kitty satisfied

pls get married and have your babies quickly so i can play with your mini amiras and mini viktors 🥹🤍

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

goodness gracious i wasn't going to speak on this at all, but considering i've been getting more of them still, i'd just,,, like to kindly request that some of you to stop sending specifically strong-worded anons to me like that... really i'd,, rather you block me instead of sending those, thank you 😭

[ahogedetective]

"Happy birthday Shuichi! I know sometimes the gifts I give you may be a little corny but I still want to give you this." Kaede smiled as she gave him a box of hand made cupcakes atop a wrapped present. Inside was a journal but inside on the lining was of a music sheet pressed down into it both the back and front. Even the bookmark was handmade in a similar fashion and laminated too. "I...I actually made a song for you if you're wondering about the sheets. I have another copy that I can play for you sometime! But I hope that whenever you have to write or make notes you can look at them and remember the song."

{ Shuichi Birthday!! 🎉}

"Thank you, Kaede! And shush, that's not true at all: your gifts are always wonderful." He reassures her with a smile, before he eagerly accepts the box of cupcakes and wrapped gift. "Ohhh...! These cupcakes look delicious, I can't wait to try them! I'd love to enjoy them with you, too..."

Then he will put the box of cupcakes on the table, so that he can then unwrap the present. It being a journal was already nice, and he loves the handmade bookmark... "Such a pretty bookmark... oh I will definitely be using this." But then he notices the music sheets pressed down into the linings...a quiet gasp of awe leaving him as he looks at the music sheets..."Oh....!! You...made this song, Kaede? Th-That's amazing!! So that's what you've been working on..."

Kaede has been seemingly working on something very hard for a while. He didn't know what, but now he realized she composed her own song. Just for him... "Yes... I would love to hear you play it. But ahh... Kaede..." He carefully places the journal down on the table... so that he can pull her into a tight embrace.

"...Of course I will.... Whenever I do any of that, I will think of the beautiful song you've composed for me. I just know it will be a beautiful one, when I can hear it. Kaede, thank you so much. I love you..." He gives her a long, loving kiss.. "You're the best girlfriend a guy could ever ask for. Thank you, for such wonderful gifts...!"