#[ no worries !! it's perfect !! and i don't mind the length at all 🥰 ]

[i-sveikata]

Listen here my dear Author and listen closely. I will accept nothing less than a mind-blowing, crazy, passionate sex scene. Also, I expect sweet noises and heavy moans coming from Pete. I want them to almost dying from having sex!! Since I don't get to see it on TV, I'll have to read about it.

Also, I read on one of your answers earlier that you would have to break the chapter because it is too long. Ah, don't worry about it just upload the whole damn thing. No one would mind😅😅

Also, one of the fans said that he thinks of your fic as canon, and God, I am one of them. At the beginning, I couldn't stop reading the books and now I can't stop reading your fic. It's richer, sexier, so damn well-written and much more interning. Everything about it it's perfect. See what to did there??

Ps

This is just a humorous text, so don't take the first paragraph too seriously. Just imagine me saying it in a desperate and pitiful tone!

Have a great Sunday! 🥰🥰

hahahahahah anon do you doubt me??? lol there will definitely be a lot of that but in a little more of a too injured to fuck nasty like they want to and then later on fail sex kind of way. because vegas is not going to be able to handle a horny, assertive and enthusiastic pete who bottoms. hes gonna be pathetic about it lmao whilst pete is delightfully flustered.

youre sweet!! its not really about the length but more about where the next narrative checkpoint needs to be! it's all still in draft mode right now anyways so im still figuring out exactly where that placement needs to be!

ah thank you that's so nice!!! im so glad to hear its made such an impression on you!! thank you so much!! hahahah lol dw i get youre not 100% serious. hope youre having a good start to the week too!!

[your-nanas-house]

Hi!! Love your work as always 🙏 I was just wondering if it was okay for me to request a Jeremiah Valeska who is trying to get his work done but the reader won't stop kissing him so he can barely get anything done? Idk I just thought it was really cute and if you can incorporate a bit of smut at the end 👌

Thank you!

Hello, dear! Thank you very much 🫶🏻 I'm sorry if it took me so long. I loved this idea and I thought that an imagine was a perfect way to write it but if you want a oneshot just tell me and I'll do it. 🥰

Imagine trying to distract Jeremiah

There was silence in Jeremiah Valeska's bunker, just like every other day, he was alone with his partner who had been trying for more than half an hour in every way to distract him from the work he was taking care of.

At first it didn't bother him much, his gaze remained on his projects the whole time while his mind was elsewhere so he didn't even notice the first few kisses left on his cheek.

After half an hour of continuous touching, cuddling and leaving kisses everywhere things changed starting to slightly annoy him since he was focused on his work and wanted to continue without being disturbed.

Don't get me wrong, his body was definitely reacting in favor of all that attention, it was just his stubborn mind that kept fighting against it, determined to continue his work without a break.

Fortunately or unfortunately for Jeremiah, Y/n had no intention of stopping, they kept playing with his hair and leaving kisses on his cheeks and nose now that they were in a more comfortable position that allowed them to reach more places.

From the tension in Jeremiah's muscles you could see that he was slowly reaching his limit, his patience was running out fast, and the more kisses were laid on his skin now red-hot with embarrassment, the more time decreased and the bomb threatened to explode at any moment.

That long-awaited moment came only when Y/n's teeth playfully pinched the sweet spot on Jeremiah's neck, causing him to jerk and moan automatically before he frowned in an angry but still adorable expression at Y/n's eyes.

"You've reached the limit of my patience, my dear," he warned them, his gaze now on them, his vaguely fogged glasses bringing out the animalistic look that was being flashed in his eyes; it was honestly a look that Y/n had never seen on her nerdy boyfriend not that they minded of course, they were just slightly worried about the consequences of their continued teasing. Why don't you give some attention somewhere else while you let me finish my work?" Jeremiah suggested, humming as he returned his focus to his projects while Y/n unbuttoned his pants taking care of his length in an attempt to continue distracting him.

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[gladdygirl18]

Okay okay, ik it's been a while since i posted one of these but believe me, i gotta some stories ready!!! This I feel is gonna be a relatively long post (covering 2 days and 2 nights) so to read it, it will be below the cut

Blue me, pink GF

So on the 15th, MLK Day, I had just gotten back to campus from Chistmas break (loved it, went to Disney ✨🤩) and after my father had left and dropped off some of my belongings, my GF was waiting for me by one of the school gates to head back to her place. She was so adorable and clingly cuz the last time we saw each other was the 8th when she and a mutual friend of ours came to visit my place (had loads of fun 💖🥰)

So when were back at her place, we end up watching some JJK. After a while, my GF and I went into her room to cuddle and make out (to make up for lost time) and she couldn't help but poke me and kiss my neck constantly (i felt like i was on cloud 9, I was so happy 💖🥰💖🥰) Also, we have this thing where we take turns laying on top of one another, being the others weighted blanket (this time it was her turn to be the weighted blanket) and while she was on top of me, she proceeds to tickle me, and she lets out this EVIL LITTLE GREMLIN LAUGH (very endearing) THAT MADE THE TICKLING WOOOOORSE 😳😆💖

Okay, mini side rant: my GF has NATURALLY LONG AND HEALTHY NAILS that i am a bit jealous of cuz i want my nails to be somewhat the same length (and they're beautiful, easpecially when they're painted), but THEY TICKLE LIKE HELL OMGGGGG 😳😳💖

"Weighted blankets ahahaharen't supposed to tihihickle the person under thehehehem!"

"Well..... I'm a special weighted blanket~😈💖"

Once things settled down between us, we went back to the living room to socialize and watch the new Percy Jackson series; it was great. Ofc, whilst watching, my GF insisted on kissing my neck and tickling me (damn near has become a daily thing for her to do, and I am not complaining in the slightest 💖🥰)

The next day (the 16th) my GF and I just stayed in bed for about a good few hours (mainly cuz I didn't get a wink of sleep and when my alarm went off, that's when I finally fell asleep 😅) Once I had woken up and was conscious, my GF took me in her arms and just hugged me, and I proceeded to snuggle into her 🥰 before she lightly traced her nails all over my torso. I grabbed the hand that was tickling me and said, "You're nails make it tickle a lot worse!" "Well, guess I should keep them like this for a while~"

MAAAAA'AAM HELLLOOOOO!??!!?!?! 😳😳💖💖🥰 (i mean i'm not complaining....)

Later that night, my GF, our mutual friend, and I were playing some SSBU and I was getting my ass kicked: I only won twice, my friend won at least 3 or 4 rounds, and my GF won almost every 4-5 rounds in a row (so I was a little salty, and to add salt to the wound, she kept killing me, saying, "I am so sorry, I was aiming for *our mutual friend's name*") I know she meant what she said but it still kinda hurt, and I was getting tired of losing everytime (yeah yeah yeah, call me a sore loser idc....) But one thing that made it all the worth it was that while I was gaining the upper hand on her....

SHE PROCEEDS TO TICKLE ME WHILE I WAS WINNING 💖😆😂😳BROOOOOO WTFFFFF

The amount of fanfic i have read and audios i've listened to with the video game+tickle trope.... To think I would experience that omgggg!!!! And the same shit happened when we were playing Mario Kart!!😳😆 Like bro, I knew she was competitive but to think she'd use ticling as a tactic to win blew my mind 😍😍💖

Don't worry, I got her back too. Whenever she would have a perfect kill streak (kills my character 3 times) I proceeded to tickle her

"It wasn't my fahahahault! I wahahahas aiming fohohohor *our mutual friend's name*! I'm sohohohohohorry!" (her laugh is to die for I swear 😍💖🥰)

That night while we were getting ready for bed, I was still a bit salty that I kept dying in SSBU and falling off the sides in MK. My GF noticed this and proceeds to lay on top of me and says, "Come on babe, let me see your smile" When I refused, she started tickling me lightly with her fucking NAAAAILS OMGGGGG 😳I proceeded to cover my mouth to NOT show her my smile

"Come on hun, let me see your pretty smile, please~?"

After some time when I finally showed my smile, she kisses me and says with a laugh, "Ahhh, I love tickling you"

AHHHHHHHHHH I HAVE ASCENDED OMGGGG 😆😍🥰💖🥰😍😆💖 I WANTED TO CRY, I WANTED TO SCREAM OMGGGGGG!!! SHE REALLY SAID THAT! OMGGG I WANNA CRYYY 😆💖😭😭💖

After settling down, I wanted a hug (me is clingy). My GF turned around and said, "Awww, you're adorable." while proceeding to hug me

"No, I'm not"

"Yes you are. You're adorable, cute, and pretty~"

I TOTALLY wasn't blushing like an idiot 😳😳😳 (for someone to say those things to me made me feel so happy 🥰💖)

"Am not"

"Are too. If not then what are you?" proceeds to lift my face by my chin "Go on, admit you're adorable"

"Or what?"

"Or I'll tickle you~" with her signature gremlin grin

UUUUUHHHHHHH MA'AM YES THE FUCK PLEASE 😳😳💖💖😆

I scoffed and turned over, "Yeah right" (wanting to be tickled again)

"Oh, so you doubt me?" proceeds to place the tips of her nails on my belly (you could practically hear her smile, "You doubt me?"

I turned my head away and didn't answer

"You left your neck wide open babe~" and proceeds to kiss my neck and tickle my belly. While trying to push her hand away while laughing (never worked in the fanfics, def not gonna work irl 😅) she says, "Come on hun, say you're adorble!"

"Okay, okahahahay!" she stops the tickling and stares at me with her hazel-ish silver eyes. i look at her and say, "You're adorable~" (hey I said what she told me to say 🤷🏾‍♀️)

She groans before tickling harder on my stomach, making me laugh louder "That's not what I meant you little shit!" (says in a playful, endearing, and loving way)

When she stops, she looks at me and says "Admit you're adorable."

"Fine, fihihine...... i'm.... adorable..."

"Heheh, I know."

And turns over as if nothing happened. I scoff before I start tickling her back.

"What dihihihihid I dohohoho?! I didn't dohoho anythihihing! Stohohohop"

"Say you're adorable!"

"Okay okahahahay! I'm adohohorable!" (she taps out a lot quicker than me cuz she says she doesn't like being tickled and yet at certain times, she doesn't mind it in the slightest, so I'd want to think I'm rubbing off on her 🥰💖😈)

After we kissed goodnight, we finally went to bed

This was one HELLUVA tickle tea story, but again, this was in the span of 2 days and nights, so ofc there'd be a lot! I really hope you guys enjoyed this as much as me experiencing this! More TTS's to come, so stay tuned!

Edit: my bad, forgot to tag the fwends @giggly-squiggily @cutesmokes @burningablaze @lovelymessybubbly @otomiyaa @sunstone-smiles

[rennisaturate]

truly, sariyah had written him off after the third day with no word, no single message back to her when she'd tried. the message felt loud and clear to her: don't bother. and she'd felt like a fucking idiot. she knew, knew good and well from the first time they interacted that there was no way he was actually coming to her for something real. she was a toy to him, something to fuck and forget about. her instincts had rarely been wrong, so she'd ghosted him. because it didn't matter.

but then he had to ruin it. he had to come looking for her, asking for her. he had started to make her think that maybe this was different, maybe he actually cared about her... why'd he have to do that?? why'd he have to stoke a flame in her only to stomp it out?? cruel was the only word she could conjure for it. just mean. and she'd cried so much. how pathetic was that?? she didn't like being stuck on people when they hurt her, so every day since she'd been trying to erase him from her mind.

now there he was and she didn't want to look at him. he called her " baby " asked her " please " in that goddamn voice and a wound she'd been hellbent on closing tore wide open. god, how fucking unfair... " what's there t' make up?? you made your choice, i accepted it. 's over, " she huffed, her eyes shifting over his face briefly before he caught her gaze. why'd he have to do that?? look at her like that?? he was drunk and it was so obvious. was that all this was?? a drunken bout of guilt?? something he would simply brush off when he was sober again?? she shook her head and looked away again. " why?? so you can tell me you sorry then change your mind again later?? nah... i can't do that shit, "

     𝑵͟𝑬͟𝑾͟ ͟𝒀͟𝑶͟𝑹͟𝑲͟ 𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑴𝑺 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 the cheats and the sinners, and, lord, he knows that he is one. Lucifer is running on empty, wandering the too-big-for-its-own-good Apple of America in a tinted black limousine. His fine pressed dress shirt has found itself disheveled and unbuttoned not once, not twice, but three down by the time the clock hits midnight. His driver is irritated with him. He is irritated with his driver. Still, he demands some impromptu tour of Manhattan, at midnight extending into two am, and then three. That poor old bastard driving Lucifer Vale's limo like some glorified taxi driver. The man who had earned himself the title of The Devil from industry alone now found himself a mess, in the back seat of all that damned wealth, disheveled and drinking and thinking about her.

     God, he couldn't stop thinking about her. Why the hell couldn't he stop thinking about her? He'd embarked on this late-night-escapade as a means of coping; of avoiding. Because Lucifer Vale, the Devil of New York, the "Porn King", he had been brought to his knees by this dancer. And he might think to himself, how dare she? How dare she weasel her way into his mind and his soul and take root there? Lucifer had gotten so much more than he bargained for with her. At first it was supposed to be one night, of mindless and rough fun, and then he started pining, and then she... ghosted him. Him! He was so offended that anyone would decide he was not completely and wholly irresistible that it suddenly became his entire life's mission to prove to her that he was perfect for her. He needed to be. Be it compulsion, or love, he needed to be perfect for her. And then, in typical Lucifer fashion, when things started getting real... he fell off the face of the earth. Love was terrifying to him. Even the tiniest ghost of something that resembled it would send him running for the hills. And yet, here he was, showing up to the club like some lost puppy after all his avoiding and posturing was through. Ready to feel her warm embrace again. Ready to melt into her. Even a few days had been too long.

     Under the reigning moonlight, he stopped the antics to finally be a man, and show his face again. Though, truly, his main motivator was yearning. He'd missed her. His normally so confident demeanor had taken on a shameful relaxing, and his cerulean eyes held a hue of desperation in them. Because he couldn't lose her. He'd decided right then and there—he just couldn't lose her. "I'm... I'm sorry, Sariyah. Baby, please..." he paused, wracking his mind for some way to atone for his sudden absence. And then gestured over towards the limo. "Please. Let me make it up to you? Just..." The man huffed, and it sent his dark curls lifting and falling again out of his face. Lips puffy, complexion paled... he was very, very clearly drunk. "Please?" his gaze fell into hers, and held it securely. "I know you're tired. Five minutes, and then I'll drop you off at home, and you... never have to see me again, if you still don't want to."

[liulans]

Teeny tiny Wangxian AU drabble for Wei Wuxian's birthday 🎂 🥳 🥰

rating: G / w/c: 1724 / lots of fluff 🤍

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Lan Wangji has been told that he isn't particularly friendly, by several people, in fact. That is fine — he's incredibly picky with who he spends his time with; where he expends his social energy. He's not particularly interested in gaining new friends. Acquaintances, perhaps, kept firmly at arm's length.

But if he is not friendly, somebody should probably explain what he has done so right to wind up with, single-handedly, the greatest best friend anybody could ever ask for. His best friend, sitting on his couch, wearing his pyjamas, while deliberating over matching Halloween costumes.

"Hey, Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian says, eyes glazed over with something pleasant, the light of his phone pailing next to the bright of his eyes. "What about Joker and Harley Quinn?—actually, no, that's a toxic dynamic. We could do, like, Barbie and Ken?—like, that rollerblading scene? Actually, I can't rollerblade and you'd have to carry me everywhere."

"Mn," Lan Wangji says, just to show he's listening. These ideas are fine, but there's a certain difficulty in picking out costumes on the actual day. And that's without mentioning that he's aware Wei Wuxian is skirting around another separate topic here.

They wind up opting for cutting eye-holes into some of Lan Wangji's old bedsheets. To draw little mouths onto them. Wei Wuxian's is adorned with a big, happy smile, while Lan Wangji's is more of a straight line.

"This is so cute. You're so cute, Lan Zhan." Wei Wuxian had said, and so, that was that.

They have something of a tradition every year. First of all, they'll head out to dinner, wherein Wei Wuxian will make up some elaborate story about how they're 'celebrating their wedding anniversary', usually because that gets them a free bottle of cheap wine — a couple of extra side dishes for Lan Wangji.

And then Lan Wangji will find a time to tack on the fact that it is, in fact, also Wei Wuxian's birthday, much to Wei Wuxian���s protest. But that will earn them a free slice of cake to share, so who's winning here?

Today, they've opted to go to some Sichuanese restaurant, because Wei Wuxian is a maverick who loves spice — and he's lovely enough to spend five minutes scraping the sauce from Lan Wangji's mapo tofu. It is still a little too spicy for his tastes, but Wei Wuxian uses the remaining spicy sauce as a dipping condiment, and that smile on his face is all that matters, really.

He does, in fact, get his free bottle of wine, not quite the bottom of the barrel, but the next one up in the weirdly determined hierarchy of fermented beverages. He gets a free slice of cake, too, and much to his embarrassment, ends up with the dining room staring at him, singing Happy Birthday.

He shoots Lan Wangji a look that perhaps says something vaguely threatening like 'wait until it's your birthday'. But when the room stumbles over his name mid-song ("happy birthday dear…uh, you…"), the vibrant fit of laughter he twists into is more than worth it.

"I hope everything was to your liking," the waiter says, stacking empty plates and bowls strategically atop his arm. "I hope we have made this day special for the two of you."

Wei Wuxian smiles, something big and shining. "It's perfect. We'll come back here on his birthday, right sweetie?" Lan Wangji blanches. They do this every year — it is tradition, and yet, he doesn't think he'll ever be used to that. "Hold a table aside for us for January. We're gonna have to blow his mind."

"I see." The waiter has a kind smile, even as his gaze flickers between them. "Don't worry, just call ahead of time and we'll keep a table for you. And may I just say, the two of you make a lovely couple. Oh, to be young and in love again. I see the way you two look at each other."

"Oh," says Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji will dissolve right here, right in this seat. He will dissolve into the ground and let earth's crust break and swallow him up. "Ha ha haha. Yeah, we've known each other a long time. It was inevitable, y'know?"

"Ah, inevitable lovers. And on your birthday, no less. You've got yourself a romantic, young man."

"Ahah, yeah," Wei Wuxian casts Lan Wangji an apologetic gaze that lingers just a little too long. "He really is. He's the best."

The best. Lan Wangji has heard that many times. It often drips from Wei Wuxian's tongue, prompted by any manner of actions that Lan Wangji would deem to be wholly normal, instinctive, even. Picking Wei Wuxian up from work, holding a blanket around his shoulders when the cold hits, diligently holding his hand at fancy restaurants to get that free wine.

It is good, he thinks, to be someone who Wei Wuxian considers to be 'the best'. An honourable feat indeed.

"Lan Zhan." Wei Wuxian's eyes are glimmering, grey painted pink by the sunset. He suits golden hour very well. "Mind holding the bag a little while? You're better at maintaining the integrity of take-out boxes."

Lan Wangji, of course, agrees. And if it's because he wants to watch a very giddy Wei Wuxian shuck a bed sheet over his head and proceed to bounce in place, making all sorts of silly "boooo" sounds— well, that's for Lan Wangji to think about.

Wei Wuxian is tentative as he drapes the other sheet over Lan Wangji's body. He's comically stiff, and Wei Wuxian laughs about it, bright and airy.

Their hands find each other again. And then they're walking out into the rapidly darkening evening, joining the hoards of haphazardly costumed passers-by.

"Hey," Wei Wuxian says after a while. It feels as though they've walked the whole block, just talking, occasionally pausing to paw at a bit of cake. Lan Wangji dips beneath Wei Wuxian's sheet to press a small slab of icing to his lips. "Thank you for doing this. Like, every year. It's a big act to keep up with, but you pretend we're married, and you're so convincing about it."

"It is your birthday," Lan Wangji replies, as though that much is obvious. He's a little muffled beneath the sheet. "It is no hardship for me." I love you, is what he means. "I know. That you do not enjoy your birthday. So I hope— that this is enjoyable regardless."

He's stared at for a long moment, Wei Wuxian's gaze flitting over his face. Lan Wangji is very aware of himself; how it's been so many years, and his expression must be growing easier to read. "It's always enjoyable. Like, we're just hanging out, and it's still the most fun."

"Wei Ying, it is your birthday. I wish to celebrate you."

That makes Wei Wuxian falter, just a little bit. They have this conversation at least once a year. "I know. You're too good, you know? Wait—it's hard to be real with you when we're dressed like this. But like, seriously—"

He's cut off by the sound of fireworks, rising and bursting overhead. He swings around, utterly engrossed in the millions of trickles of colour shooting across the sky. Lan Wangji can only stare at him.

The both of them lift up their bedsheets, half draped over their heads, practically capes now.

And because Wei Wuxian looks so happy, is rendered so silent, Lan Wangji - without thinking one bit - swings forward. Whispers softly. "Happy birthday, Wei Ying."

He isn't sure Wei Wuxian hears it at first, but then the palm flush against his own adjusts, fingers intertwining instead. Wei Wuxian is gazing over his face then, flickering down and up. Down again; up again.

"I'm—gonna kiss you, okay?" He says, looking smaller. "Lan Zhan, you're gonna have to say no quickly if you don't want—"

Lan Wangji surges forwards, in spite of himself. Their hands part only to allow their arms to circle into an embrace. Wei Wuxian's mouth is soft, and it's so easy to sink into it. So easy to forget the sounds of people cheering, their oohs and ahhs; the intermittent pop of fireworks scattering across the sky. It's so, so easy.

They kiss like that for a while, bodies slowly swaying side to side, as though listening to some far-off music, somewhere. But then Wei Wuxian is smiling — Lan Wangji feels the curve of his mouth before he feels the teeth that follow. And when he opens his eyes, the sight before him is so bright, so colourful, so much more even than the sky.

"Lan Zhan. Lan Wangji." Wei Wuxian says that, and nothing else. His eyes are scrunched into delightful crescents, his lips pink. They look like messes, both of them, with their costumes strewn so carelessly over their backs.

Lan Wangji repeats, just to make it known. "Happy birthday. Wei Ying. I hope that you have felt celebrated today. Wanted."

"Are you kidding me? Every year my birthday is the best, better than everyone else's. Because you're a massive sap and you're so good. So good. I— Lan Zhan, let's go home, okay? Let's watch a movie or something. Oh! And let's kiss some more? That was good, you are really good."

Lan Wangji finds his mouth again, a chaste press of lips. It's chilly with the cold, but he feels so warm inside. But then, he nods. "Wei Ying can have anything he wants."

"Best birthday ever." Wei Wuxian whispers to himself. Lan Wangji secretly starts making notes to make next year even better.

And little does Wei Wuxian know that when they get back, there's even more cake waiting for him. A delivery of brushes, inks, and paper he'd mentioned he'd wanted in passing. A big jar of aged wine hidden in the closet. A ticket to redeem a visit to the zoo.

Lan Wangji will add a spare set of keys to that list. Wei Wuxian practically spends all his time there anyway. Maybe next year, he'll propose. If this all goes well.

(It does. He proposes next year. Married the year after that. Wei Wuxian deserves to remember his birthday as a day of celebration.

Those dinners they share each year are genuine after that. Happy Birthday, Wei Ying. Happy anniversary, Wei Ying. I love you, Wei Ying.)