#and his itsy bitsy waist

[rantingravingliving]

JK, just stop.

You have been on a wrecking rampage since Seven and just stop. Please.

I beg you. I just need to unclench my fist that I have shoved in my mouth every time you photos like this

and this

and this

and my favorite so far

Fck, you really look good in this suit with the pearls. Ugh.

So, JK, please. I've been seeing your tiddies so much these days I feel I am ready to get intimate with them already.

Like, "hello?"

"Do you want a drink or something?"

Damn it, JK.

P.S.

Even with this bare torso and all, his face is so baby. I mean there;s just a disconnect with his bulky figure and baby face.

Like:

Will never get rid of Baby Star Candy. Sorry, cutie.

[zeltqz]

call me or not, it's up to you.

☰ — synopsis : you come back home after a night out and see you accidentally posted your private stories public, and received a drunk lengthy voicemail from your ex, ran.

☰ — pairing : haitani ran x fem!reader ☰ — length : 2.4k words ☰ — contents : nsfw and 18+ contents, mentions of violence (sanzu being sanzu), slight phone sex; they don't directly communicate, ran being mildly toxic and messing with your emotions, teeny itsy bitsy drops of gaslighting ☰ — notes : i literally suck at writing toxic characters so im SORRY if this is literal ass, (im trying my hardestttt) i just had a dream about this and had to execute it as best as i could lol

It was a regular Thursday night when you stumbled into your date’s house, struggling to walk with half a heel working. 

“Let’s get you out of these.” He knelt before you and helped you unbuckle your heels and you sighed in relief when he slipped them both off. 

“Remind me to never wear heels again,” you giggled, clutching onto him. He leaned down and kissed you. You hummed, still feeling the buzz from the alcohol earlier and wrap your arms around his waist, kissing him back. “I had fun tonight.”

He cupped both your cheeks in his hands and peppering them with kisses, each of them making you giggle at the ticklish feeling. “Me too.” There was a final lingering kiss before he pulled away. “Let’s get you ready for bed, alright?” He traced your cheekbones with his finger, and you smiled up at him, nuzzling your cheek against his hand.

“Okay.” He helped you up the stairs and you collapsed onto his bed, your dress riding up your thighs as you laid there, clutching at his soft sheets.

“I’m gonna shower first, alright babe?” He said in the process of removing his shirt. “Wanna join me?”

You shook your head, eyes threatening to close shut as you nuzzled his pillow. “I’m alright. You go first.”

He bit his lip, admiring you splayed out on the sheets for a moment, his mind racing with all the things he could do you tonight if you’d join him in the shower. But of course his fantasies only stay in his head since you’ve been rejecting every single one of his advances for the last three months. It’s always the same excuses : you’re not in the mood, or you’re too tired. 

He sighed. “You sure babe?”

You’re half asleep at this point, just barely conscious as you murmur, “‘m sure.” His tongue poked his cheek and he nodded, saying nothing else and heading inside the bathroom. 

You vaguely hear the shower turn on and about to enter a deep sleep when your phone buzzes.

@/shibayuzuha : oh my god who is this man u’re with on ur story? He is CUTE!!

@/hina_tachibana : was this supposed to be posted on your main? 😢

“What story?” you muttered, rubbing your eyes and sitting up. You click  through your instagram story and rewatch the story you posted a few hours earlier when you were at the club. They were all videos of you and Masato dancing together, kissing, taking shots. Honestly you were buzzed the entire night and you thought you posted them on your private account, much less your close friends. “Oh fuck.”

You went to delete all the stories but the damage was already done, over 300 people already saw it. Oh well. That’s tomorrow’s problem. 

You lay back down, eyelids blinking slowly as you fight back sleep and check your missed phone calls you accidentally ignored. That’s when you see it. A voicemail from Haitani Ran. Any ounce of sleep in your body vanished the moment you sat up quickly, rubbing your eyes checking if you saw correctly.

It was over five minutes long and part of you wanted to delete it, but at this moment, you couldn’t help but be curious. You pressed play and put the phone up to your ear.

“Hey. It’s me. Hope I’m not blocked or whatever, I know how petty you can get.” He chuckled to himself and the deep rumble of it took you back to all those months ago when you’d be laying beside him, head on his chest and just listen to the sound of his heartbeat as he spoke on the phone.

There was a deep inhale and the familiar crackle of him smoking that always used to relax you. “Saw your story by the way. Is that your new boy toy? Two of you look good together.” He exhaled and his voice was kinda slurred. “Kinda glad you moved on though. Thought you’d never get over me to be honest.”

“Oh fuck off,” you mumbled. He was still as full of himself as he was when you both ended things almost a year ago. If this was a regular phone call you would’ve hung up or told him he’s not that special, but you looked down and still saw another six minutes left. What the fuck else could he possibly have to say to you?

He chuckled again, and it was so obvious he was drunk now, which surprised you as he was a heavy weight and in your three years of dating you saw him get drunk only twice. 

“You looked so fucking sexy in that dress, baby.” His groan had you squeezing your thighs together. “I can tell by the way he was holding you in those fucking videos he can’t handle you the way I can. He hasn’t fucked you yet, has he? Bet he’s real gentle and sweet with you not knowing you like it deep, and rough. Fuck, man.” He exhaled, rubbing his palm on his face. “Wanna know what I’d do if I was there with you baby?”

“...yes,” you whispered weakly to yourself. It was pointless; he couldn’t hear you and yet you were responding like he could. Blame it on the alcohol but there was nothing you wanted more than Ran right now.

“Bet you do. I’ll humour you though. I’ll take you to the dance floor and run my hands all over that body of yours, force that pretty head of yours back so I can mark all over your neck. Get you so hot and bothered till you’re begging me to fuck you. That happened one time didn’t it? Remember that one night in the club? I had my hands all over you and you dared me to flip your skirt up and fuck you right there. Man, you were such a tease, and a fucking sadist too. Remember when you said you wanted to watch some schmuck clean up my cum from the floor?”

You giggled and bit your lip, teasing your hands down your stomach. You remembered that night perfectly. Ran changed you when you were dating. You don’t even recognise yourself right now because everything just felt right when you were with him. Those years with him were the best of your life, you were young and figuring shit out. You’re still young and figuring shit out, but without him you’re taking a little longer to come to the conclusion of certain things.

Ran had his ups and downs. He was far from the perfect boyfriend, and he knew that. That’s why he was so surprised when you stayed for all those years despite his flaws. He was emotionally unavailable and never spoke about anything concerning him. He was sometimes rude and blunt when pissed off, and the arguments you both would get into would end up in the two of you ignoring each other for weeks. At first you’d be the one to break the silence and show up to his house and just hug him. He’d always smell like cigarettes and it should’ve disgusted you yet you couldn’t help but feel comfort. The smell was strong and yet it never bothered you when you smelt it on him. You’d apologise, crying in his arms as he embraced you back, rubbing up and down your back as you vented it all out in his chest, wetting his shirt with your tears. If he had people over he’d tell them to get the fuck out, hiding your face in his chest until the door closed.

That was the usual routine until the arguments got worst and your pride grew stronger and you’d refuse to talk to him  until he broke it first. He didn’t believe you at first but after a month of no contact he finally broke it first. Since then, he was always the one apologising first, showing up to your house in the middle of the night at random hours to tell you he’s sorry and didn’t mean what he’d said. 

The ups were better than the downs in the relationship. He’d teach you things, he always made you feel good, and simply being next to him was enough to make your entire week, even if it's for a few hours. He made you feel like the only girl in the world, like the most special girl to exist, and he helped boost your confidence by buying you nice things like clothes, accessories, lingerie, and tell you to look at yourself in the mirror and watch as he worships your body, taking his time to kiss his way down your stomach and thighs, and once he got to your pussy he swore  he could eat you out for hours, just until your thighs were shaking around him.

The memory of his tongue between your legs had your back arching off the bed clutching the phone tighter to your ear as you squeezed a hand between your legs, playing with yourself as he talked you through it over the phone.

“Bet you’re touching yourself right now,” he exhaled shakily. “If you’re not, you better start. Want you to remember how well I fucked you every time. Can you do that for me baby?”

“Mmhmm.” Thankfully Masato takes decades in the shower so you didn’t have to worry about him walking in or hearing. Not like you would’ve cared honestly. He’s not Ran, and he won’t ever be.

“Miss you being my good girl. Fuck. He doesn’t deserve to have his hands all over you. Should send Sanzu over and fuck, get him to cut all his fucking fingers off for touching you like that. Man, I bet that idiot doesn’t know that I fucked you in that same dress you know? That’s what got me so damn bothered right now. Wearing the shit I bought you to go fuck around?”

“‘M sorry,” you whimper, parting your folds and slipping as many fingers as you could fit inside without hurting yourself. No matter whatever you shove inside there, it never feels as good as Ran’s fingers, or tongue, or cock. “Need you so bad Ran.”

“Man, wanna hear how you sound right now. Bet you sound so sweet, like usual. Could you do something for me?” You nodded and stopped your fingers movements, listening to his next words.

“Call me again. I miss you so much it’s crazy. Got so much to talk to you about. It’s been how long? Couple months since I last heard from you. And I know you don’t hate me. You never could. That’s something I love about you. Always there for me when I need you. We both took each other for granted, you know? Deny it all you want but you did. And that’s okay. But I wanted to let you know if you ever come back into my life, I’m not letting you go. For real, not making that mistake again. I dunno why I called you tonight honestly, just drank a lot and now I fucking miss you. Call me or not, it’s up to you.”

Then he said the words that made your heart nearly stop and freeze over in your chest. “I love you.” 

Before you could even say it back the voicemail ended, leaving you conflicted.

[qwimblenorrisstan]

The Clandestine Culinarian Pt. 2 | Azriel x Reader

Summary: After you’re introduced to his family and move into the House of Wind, you begin training with Azriel as a way to pass time and cope with your losses, but something unexpected happens, and a seed of jealousy begins blooming in another female’s heart.

Word Count: ~2.8k

Warnings: Mentions of blades, family deaths, itsy bitsy angst, nothing too bad.

A/N: I feel like this isn’t my best work but it pulled me out of writer’s block so whatever, lmk if you want a part three, hope you enjoy it <3

Requests are open!

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When you woke in the morning, Azriel was gone, probably off to his room, or house now that you thought of it.

You weren’t sure why you expected him to still be there, or why a little bit of you felt disappointed that he wasn’t.

Stumbling out of bed, you found some clothes in the closet that looked like they’d been borrowed from you for the time being, a few dresses and some pairs of tunics and pants. You ended up putting on a simple romper that went down just above your kneecap, a light flowery purple. Your niece would’ve liked it, you thought.

Miraculously, there were fresh toiletries and supplies in the bathroom, and so you brushed your teeth so hard your gums bled, and pulled a brush through your unruly hair until it finally settled down a bit.

After what felt like an hour of trying to smooth down the loose ends, you gave an exasperated sigh and moved on to slip some shoes on your feet. When you were finally all dressed and ready, you looked in the bathroom mirror at your reflection.

You looked…fine. Not overly bad, but the lasting effects of your grief were still obvious in the slight redness of your eyes, or the hint of puffiness in your cheeks where tears had rolled down the night before.

“I’m going to be fine.”

You murmured to yourself while staring into the mirror. You were upset and sad and angry, but the world didn’t stop, and neither could you.

“Y’know, usually when I want to feel good about myself I just go flirt with the ladies, but to each their own-“

A low, brusque but amused voice drawled from the doorframe, making you jump and spin to face him, one hand over your now-racing heart.

“Mother above, you scared me!”

You said, sighing and shaking your head before looking up at the stranger.

Not exactly a stranger, you reminded yourself. The General. You could recognize him almost immediately, his large muscular body, the stubble on his face, and his golden hazel eyes, not to mention the dark black hair that was tied back in a man-bun right now.

He only chuckled at your fright, giving you nothing short of an idiotic grin. A hint of sympathy was behind those eyes, you thought.

“So you’re the lady friend Az brought, huh? Welcome to the family, then.”

He said, not elaborating any further as he slung his large arm around your shoulder and began guiding you out of your room, into what seemed like a dining room. A glimmer of something knowing also lurked in his eyes.

The High Lady, Feyre sat down in one of the chairs, Nyx bouncing on her knee and eagerly shoving a piece of bacon down his throat while Rhys watched and snorted in amusement. Another female, Elain, was in the kitchen, cooking up a large breakfast for the entire family and seeming happy while doing it. Nesta seemed to be helping if only to have a taste of the bacon while it was still steaming hot how she liked it.

“Go have a seat, I’ll have our Elain make you a plate.”

He said, releasing you from his grasp if only to push you towards the table. Before you could manage thanks, he’d already strode off into the kitchen, arms wrapped around Nesta’s waist as he pressed little kisses into her neck from behind.

You hesitantly sat down in one of the chairs, feeling a bit out of place in this family’s home. Feyre and Rhys both glanced up at you, sharing a glance between themselves before she gave a polite nod and warm smile, going back to feeding Nyx.

“Ah. I hope you slept well, at least. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes.”

Rhys said, still glancing over at Nyx and quietly snickering before turning his full attention to you. As you opened your mouth to speak, his expression turned a bit serious, making you pause a moment.

“I hate to tell you like this, but because of the…business, you and your family were running, nothing can be held against Kier or his men. I’m truly sorry I can’t-“

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

You cut him off, feeling bad for it but then going on, watching as his violet eyes almost widened. You knew that nothing could be done from the moment Kier’s men had stormed into the bakery. There was nothing Rhys could’ve done to save them, and nothing you could’ve done either, other than shutting down the business.

“You’re already letting me stay in your home, with your family, and providing for me, so please, don’t apologize for anything.”

You finished. He paused a moment, before giving a slight dip of his head as a nod, that he wouldn’t do it again despite what he might believe.

Elain and Nesta came out, plates in their hands while Cassian trailed behind with another few in his, and they passed them out to everyone, including you. It was a healthy variety of normal breakfast foods, scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, hash browns, etc.

They all sat down and began digging in while talking, and you weren’t about to not follow their example.

“I forget how much of a bitch cooking can be,”

Nesta said, before taking a bite of toast.

“Yeah, guess we are a bit spoiled back home, huh? Living in a sentient House and all.”

Cassian said with that big idiotic grin, nudging her with his elbow as he swallowed. That comment alone made you swirl with questions.

“Sentient House?”

You asked, raising a brow. That only made Rhys chuckle and shake his head.

“Yes, Cassian and Nesta live in the House of Wind. It’s a sentient home right off of Velaris, on the border almost.”

He replied, a smirk on his lips.

“Don’t forget Az, he’s quiet but he can be a menace when he wants to be.”

Cassian said with his mouth full. Nesta rolled her eyes and swatted him for talking with his mouth full, at which he dramatically acted like he’d suffered a fatal wound.

“You don’t know the half of it. Once he rearranged my entire personal bookshelf in reverse alphabetical order. It took me an entire day just to sort them back out.”

She said, huffing just at the memory alone. You couldn’t help the little bit of genuine laughter that escaped your lips from that.

“What did you do to piss him off that bad?”

You then asked, and Nesta smirked, clearly enjoying thinking about what she'd done to poor Azriel.

“I gave them some money and told them to go have fun. They ended up winning a jackpot that Azriel had to go claim the money for. You should’ve seen the owner’s face when he realized that the shadows had won, I don’t think the shadowsinger has set foot in that place since.”

She said, and Cassian began laughing at that alone, while Rhys and Feyre snickered, and Nyx began giggling and babbling over a hash brown. Cassian’s face went thoughtful for a moment before he glanced up at you.

“You know, you could start training with Az maybe. It’s sort of a custom for our newcomers to start training.”

He said, glancing at Feyre and then at Nesta, who both raised a brow at him. Elain then spoke up.

“He’s always on missions, though. Wouldn’t the inconsistency make it useless?”

She asked in that annoyingly innocent tone, almost like she was a child trying to please their mother with how dainty and sweet they were. You didn’t know why it annoyed you as much as it did, the fact that she knew his schedule, and was actively discouraging you from spending time with him.

“He’s not on too many, things have settled down since the war ended. I think it could help keep your mind off things, too.”

Rhys said with a little nod as if confirming this.

“It’d be more practical if you moved to the House, then. It gets a bit too quiet sometimes, so we wouldn’t mind.”

Nesta said with a shrug, studying you intently for a moment before going back to eating her breakfast, halfway on Cassian’s lap already.

“I’ll ask Az after breakfast, I’m sure he won’t mind.”

Cassian said, before shoving another mouthful of fried egg in his mouth, at which Nesta cringed and gave him a look, playfully disgusted.

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“You want me to what?”

“Train her, just in the mornings like what I do with Nesta and her friends. It'll get her mind off of things.”

“Cassian, you know that I can't commit to that with my work-”

“I think you're just scared of females.”

Cassian retorted, in the most serious tone he could manage while Azriel gave him an incredulous look, annoyed.

“I am not scared of females.”

He said firmly, glaring at his brother.

“Oh yeah? When's the last time you've had a hookup?”

Azriel’s mind went frustratingly blank at that. He huffed, before replying.

“I don't see how that's relevant.”

Cassian let out a hoot of laughter, only making the crimson blush creeping up Azriel’s neck progress further.

“See? You are scared of females. Are your nightmares haunted by the sight of pussy?”

Cassian said, making his voice quiver on purpose with his last sentence, making a little ‘oooooh’ sound as if a ghost were haunting Azriel. Azriel only scoffed, shaking his head.

“Fine. I'll train her if you'll stop tormenting me.”

He said, a begrudging resignation in his usually firm and cold tone. Cassian gave a grin of triumph, clapping his brother on the back as he walked past him.

“Good. Treat her well, she's been through a lot.”

He said, before walking out and leaving Azriel alone in the cold office he owned in the House of Wind.

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He seemed to have snuck into your life much faster than you'd expected him to.

You’d moved into the House of Wind, which hadn’t been difficult given your lack of actual things to pack and move, and very slowly adjusted to living in a sentient House.

It still scared the shit out of you when the bath would randomly start running at the perfect temperature, with all the oils you loved, at the exact time when you were thinking about how much you’d like a bath. Or the times when perfect meals would show up, both healthy and also satisfying your specific cravings, and how the House almost adjusted to fit your needs every time, providing you with everything you needed, clothes, entertainment, food, water, and more.

The training was a different subject, though.

You still could barely do the stretches Azriel tried to work you through. His lithe, muscular body could pull it off flawlessly, which you supposed was a given for someone who had centuries of practice and experience. Most of the time, it only succeeded in you being sore and aching in the mornings, and that was how it went for what felt like years, though only a month had passed.

There was one thing you particularly enjoyed about your training, though.

“Like this, your arm should be hooked around, but not depending on it too much..”

His voice was quiet but strong, confident, and sure as he always was in his silent way as he guided you. His own muscular body, donning no shirt, performed the same exercise you were supposed to be doing, and mimicking poorly.

You couldn’t help but be distracted by the winding tattoo that seemed almost alive as the rising sun cast an orange glow of light against his body, creating a perfect contrast and mixture with his already-tanned skin and midnight hair. Not to mention the light purple color that was projected onto the ground through the thinnest parts of his wing’s membrane, the sun casting light against it as well.

Azriel had grown closer to you in the month you’d been around him, and you’d noticed him observing you intently as if to catch every little habit and quirk about you. You’d been watching, too, seeing the way his fingers might twitch if exposed to the cold, or how his wings fluttered ever so slightly when a cool breeze went by, and all of the things he tried too hard to conceal and lock away.

“…”

You snapped out of it, seeing him watching you with a blank stare, only a glimmer of suspicion and curiosity in his dark hazel eyes.

“Sorry, I got distracted.”

You said, shaking your head to get yourself back into the headspace of training, where you could forget your grief and sadness, and become something new, something freer and unbound.

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Azriel knew he was pushing it when only one and a half months into your training he slowly began introducing you to swordplay.

He didn’t give you a real sword, over his dead body would he provide a real weapon to a beginner, you had to earn your steel, but for now he gave you a worn wooden one. The same one Nesta had used when Cassian had started training her.

You’d seemed unsure about it, but accepted it without complaint, as you seemed to do with most he did these days. He had caught himself several times, the lingering glances, his hands ‘accidentally’ brushing against your waist, the sparkling heat in his veins when he saw you in those tight Illyrian leathers, trying to obey him and go into the positions he showed you.

He was wondering if you’d caught him, though he already knew the answer.

It was nearly impossible to resist the urge when his shadows screamed and cried silently out for you when they tried to shove you two together and force him to confront you with his suppressed feelings and desires. He’d never felt them so strongly attached to someone other than himself before, and it made him a bit uneasy.

However, it all came to a climax when today, for what felt like the hundredth time, he knocked your wooden sword to the ground and had you pinned beneath his gaze, but this time, his sword against your neck, hands holding you down, something different happened.

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It felt like a warmth blooming throughout your entire body, as if someone had lit the butterflies in your stomach on fire and they were now exploding and popping, sending waves of heat and shock throughout your being. Though you didn’t know what was fully happening, your instincts did.

Azriel stumbled back as if he’d been hit, staring wide-eyed at you, and as you opened your mouth to speak he immediately disappeared in a flurry of shadows and darkness, winnowing somewhere.

Training was over for today, you assumed, as you tossed your wooden sword to the ground in the training ring and walked inside, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened, and why he’d seemed so utterly shocked.

You knew he had his eyes on Elain, helping her harden and cook and spending time with her and seeming all too happy about it while training with you seemed like pulling teeth to him.

You tried to shake it off as you headed back into your room to decompress in a hot bath.

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Mate.

The word had hit him like a brick at that moment, and the next thing he knew he was hiccuping and sobbing, mumbling out words to Rhys in his office.

His brother held him close, not questioning what he said for now and just listening.

“She’s my mate, Rhys, and I don’t even think she knows it, but I don’t..how am I going to tell her? She doesn’t want me-“

He’d sobbed into Rhys’ shoulder, his brother quietly shushing him. It had been too long since Azriel had cried, centuries almost, and this had just broken the dam and let the flood tear through his body. The shadows seemed agitated as they swirled around the room, poking and prodding at the furniture and whatnot.

“It’s okay, Az. One step at a time, just breathe, okay? Take a deep breath, and let’s calm down.”

Rhys said in the most soothing, soft tone he could manage, one usually only reserved for Nyx and sometimes Feyre if she was lucky.

However, unbeknownst to either of them, a third person listened in. A female who’d had her eyes on the shadowsinger longer than that new girl thrown into the mix. Elain Archeron believed she was a far better match for Azriel’s stoicism and reserved nature, only she should get the privilege of seeing behind those stone walls he’d built up. A feeling of twisted jealousy and possession curdling in her sweet, loving heart, unlike anything she’d felt before.

That new girl suddenly being Azriel’s mate? That wouldn’t do.

Not at all.

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@lilah-asteria

@evangeline-xo

@hayrunnwr

@rcarbo1

Part 3

[itstheghostofmypast]

Snookums

Idol Choi San x (f)Reader

Summary: Pink really was his colour, and she was nothing more than his number-one supporter and number-one tormentor.

Genre: Fluff (its just a lot of floof)

Word Count: 1.1K

Est. Read Time: 5 min

Warnings: None

Rating: PG-13

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @san-network @illusionnet

Banner: @cafekitsune

A/N: Well, back to revising for the last exam (i swear I'm at my limit)

"What did you just call me?" he paused mid-game, "No- not you- guys wait up, gimme a second, I have to deal with this." with that he muted himself, before turning to what he had to 'deal with', and what he had to deal with was laying on her side, curled up, facing the wall, her phone in hand as she mindlessly scrolled down, one reel after another, after she had mumbled the most grotesque thing known to man, oh so casually, leaving him in utter shock.

"Hello- I'm talking to you," he called out, reaching for the rolled-up sock on the floor, waiting for her response, once he got none, he decided to throw it at her, snorting when it landed right between her face and her phone. Now, all he had to do was wait for her to realise-

"EW! WHAT THE HELL!" her screech caused him to smirk, especially when she sat up to face him, tossing the sock back at him which he dodged with ease, before hopping off his chair and onto the bed, which led her to whine and try to escape, only to have him grab her by the waist and pull her onto his lap, her back pressed flushed against his chest as he placed his chin on her shoulder.

"Now, what did you call me?"

"Nothing~" with a whine she tried to pull away, only for him to pull her closer, squeezing her until she was wheezing out a laugh. His lips brushed against her pulse, trailing up to her jaw until he asked again, "What did you call me?"

"Nothing!" she laughed, trying to wiggle out of his grip, which was pointless, man all that protein was really doing it's stuff huh? Thankfully, she was a smart girl, which meant she could find her way out. Reaching for the pillow beside them, her fingers gripped the edge of the cotton as she hummed, "I called you...." she began, grip tightening on the pillow, "My itty-bitty, itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny, hunky-spunky, floofy, cutie-patootie, SNOOKUMS!"

WHACK

As soon as the pillow squared in on his face his grip loosened on her, she made a run for it, leaving the pillow, tumbling out of his lap as she crawled to the other side of the bed, trying to make her escape, only to feel the beast grip her by the ankle, a shriek breaking past her lips as she looked back to meet the glare of a man ready to fight- "Sannie~I'm just a gir-umf"

"No, you're a menacing, little minx!" he huffed, making sure to not put all of his body weight on her, just enough to pin her down under him, smirking when he noticed her gripping onto the edge of the bed, "Did you call me that because I wanted to play a round first?" he asked, only to receive a muffled, "I can't breathe you, big baby."

Rolling off her he sighed, chuckling when she followed, only to slap her hand on his tummy, causing him to wince, whining as he rubbed the spot, face turned to her, while hers was turned to him, both on their backs, laying on the bed, staring at each other.

"What?" she snapped, though her hand was now laced with his, earning a look from her lover causing her to scoff, "It's a cute nickname." Moving closer to him, she pressed onto his side, turning onto hers, so she could hook her leg with his, an arm wrapped around his torso (nah, she tried to, so she was just gripping onto his sweatshirt), chin on his shoulder, so close that their tip of her nose bumped against his, her breath fanning across his face, tickling his skin, "I just think my Sannie-wannie, is an itty-bitty, itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny, hunky-spunky, floofy, cutie-patootie-"

"Snookums...I know...and as much as I love you- what the f*ck is up with that, that's not a name, it's a whole family tree," he mumbled, tilting his head so his forehead bumped against hers, the thump, causing her to wince, pouting in return.

"I saw your pictures from your Vogue photoshoot in pink~ It suits you," she giggled, her face flushing at the way he raised a brow at her, his signature cocky smirk gracing his lips, causing her to bury her face in his shoulder, "But then I saw your pictures in a tiara~ my boyfriend is such a babygirl~"

"I am not a- the vogue one- I- stop~" he whined, turning on his side to hug her, pulling her closer as he rested his chin on top of her head, squeezing her every time he heard her giggle, "Stop that~ I'm big and strong." His whining only led her to cackle, pulling back a bit as she looked up at him, smiling at the way he had been glaring down at her, visibly irritated by her annoying antics, though she also noted the pink dusted across his cheeks, and how his ears were a cute hue of red- that's what he gets for playing stupid games instead of paying attention to her.

"You just did this so I'd pay attention to you huh?"

"Is it a crime to ask my boyfriend for love~"

"No, no it is not-"

The door slammed open causing her to yelp, and press herself against him, burying her face in his neck, as he tilted his head upwards to look at- oh shit.

Yunho standing there in all his glory, seething, no, fuming, marching to pounce on the fool who left him hanging mid-game, but his steps faltered when he saw another figure next to the idiot, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he ran a hand over his face.

"Next time, just don't play if you have someone over." He mumbled, frowning at him, only to give her a smile when his eyes met hers, earning a sweet, "Hi Yuyu."

"Hey...sorry for barging in. Enjoy your evening." He concluded as he walked out the door, only to pause when she called him out again, having him turn in the doorway to face her as she sat up enthusiastically, " You wanna know what Sannie is?!"

Confused the taller male raised a brow, nodding in return, not noticing the way the other man had begun to panic, especially when she took a deep breath and began narrating, "Sannie is an itty-bitty, itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny, hunky-spunky, floofy-"

Yunho only nodded, confused at first, but as soon as her words were cut off a Cheshire-like grin stretched across his face as he smiled at the panicking feline-looking man, nodding again as he slowly closed the door with a soft click. Clasping his hand on her mouth, he pulled her into his chest, facing Yunho with eyes filled with nervousness watching him leave, no, this was not going to end well for him, he was in love with the spawn of Satan.

"I love you Sannie~" she giggled against his palm, though all he could do was stare at her helplessly, so in love, yet in so much pain- oh that's what he gets for ignoring his little minx.

Taglist: @edenesth @yessa-vie @spooo00oky @mlysalt @the-kpop-simp

[evil-lovergirl]

!    general nsfw hcs . . . weeping clown , joker . . . >> includes mentions of pegging / fucking. referred to as 'dick.' trans hcs included.

⁀➴ crybaby alll the way. feels so bad about it too once he regains his senses ⁀➴ he doesn't want to be seen as weak or lesser than because he already had enough of the in the hullabaloo circus ⁀➴ needs reassurance that it's okay to cry from pleasure ⁀➴ actually he just needs reassurance in general ⁀➴ adores physical contact. hold him as closely as possible while you dick him down ⁀➴ i think he would really like a mating press just because he likes being able to wrap his arms around your neck, hold you closely, hide his face if needed, lock his legs around your back... ⁀➴ embarrassed noises at the start, probably. he doesn't want to be too loud, but he can't help it when a couple slip past his lips... ⁀➴ once he's cum once or twice, that's when he stops holding back and just lets them fall ⁀➴ more of a whiner and a whimpering person imo ⁀➴ probably hiccups. kind of cute ugm ⁀➴ adoressss it when you kiss his tears away... he likes kisses overall but these feel so loving to him during his pleasurable, vulnerable time with you ⁀➴ very inexperienced. what did you expect he's a skittish little guy ⁀➴ probably was too embarrassed to even try anything on his own... ⁀➴ not too fond of toys, prefers skin-to-skin ⁀➴ takes his robotic leg off after he gets more comfortable... it's kind of like taking your shoes and socks off after a long, hot day to him ⁀➴ doing so gives easier access? maybe? just be gentle, nobody really touches him there so it's super sensitive ⁀➴ actually he's just sensitive overall. brushing your hands over his waist already as him jumping and looking at you as if you just slapped his ass ⁀➴ isn't a fan of degradation or anything painful when having sex. he's showing you his most vulnerable side so you better love him correctly ⁀➴ average stamina. maybe 3 rounds, 5 if you really wanna push it ⁀➴ probably about ~6 in? maybe 5.5.. not too big, not too small... kind of cute ⁀➴ circumcised most likely ⁀➴ defff has a little bush growing.. gyatt! ⁀➴ itsy bitsy happy trail that he covers up ⁀➴ for trans hcs, i think his pussy would be puffy but not in an unhealthy manner ⁀➴ clit is very hard to find because it's kind of small, but his sensitivity makes up for it

⁀➴ love him right and he'll love you 100x more

[kakashixhatakesxwhore]

The Cardigan

Pairing: Hokage!Kakashi x f!Reader

Summary: You put a chunk of time into your husband's birthday present this year, but... your surprise gets revealed early.

W/c: 1.4k

Warnings: Swearing, sexual element toward the end, reader's lowkey a housewife

A/n: My first piece in a little bit, so lmk how y'all feel about it - also, this is the lead-up to the actual Kakashi-birthday post I wanna do. This is the cardigan I was using as a base.

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Things seemed so goddamn bright every time you looked away from the hook and yarn in your hands, and your fingers burned from the friction, while they cramped harshly.

The time in your day that you would usually reserve for reading, eating, showering, or doing itsy-bitsy chores, was now spend on the crocheted cardigan. Of course, you still kept-up with larger chores, otherwise; and you just ate, read and showered with your husband, when he finally came home after his long work days. It wasn't that he minded, but you knew he was getting suspicious around what you spent the day doing.

It was all for a good cause; your husband's birthday.

For three weeks, you had worked on this present - working like there was a gun to your head, in the day; stashing it like a precious diamond, in the night - and it was finally becoming perfect.

There was no room for mistakes in this cardigan - you were not going to let your husband accept something poorly made. Everything had to be perfect; from your stitch tension, to the pocket placement, to the measurements. Sure, he might just wear it around the house, but you put every ounce of effort you had into it. 

As you put the final pin through the soft, navy blue cotton, piercing through the massive piece of cardboard you had found in the back corner of a candy shop, you hoped Kakashi would honestly like the cardigan.

Would he put it on immediately, or just let it be forgotten as he hugged you? Would he appreciate the cardigan for how nice it looked, or because you had spent so much time on it? Would he-

"Honey, I'm home!"

Fuck.

Fuck, no, no - what time was it? Like, half past three? Since when does Kakashi get to leave his office before five?

"Sweetheart?" Kakashi's velvet voice was a little softer now, but still loud enough for you to hear from the bathroom as you threw your piece of cardboard into the bathtub, coming to a kneeling position abruptly.

You could heard your husband taking off his sandals, and you mulled over your options.

Quickly, you put the damp towel, that you had just used on the cardigan, over it. You rose to your feet and pulled the shower curtain closed, listening to nothing, but knowing Kakashi was coming.

You couldn't hide from him, and you could never hear him coming.

"There you are, honey bunny," he hummed in satisfaction, standing in the doorway of the bathroom with no fanfare. "I thought you were taking another nap."

"No," you replied gently, coming over to your masked husband as his arms reached out to hold you.

"So, what are you doing in the bathroom, then?" He chuckled, gripping your hip with his left hand while his right wrapped around the dip of your waist.

Turning him around inconspicuously, you smiled up at him and popped up on your toes. You placed a kiss to the fabric covering his nose, then to his cheek, using his broad shoulders as your stabilizer. With a slight shake of your head, you fibbed, "Cleaning."

"Now, I know your lying," Kakashi said with an amused lilt, coming to a halt in the doorway.

Schooling your features into a look of confusion instead of excited-anxiety, you huffed, "I beg your pardon?"

"You're only short with me when you're mad, or you're lying," he explained, pulling you closer to his body. "And you're clearly not mad."

"I'm not being short with you," you defended futilely, trying a last-ditch effort to get your husband to ignore the bathtub, though he was backing up, and backing up... "Darling, I'm just tired, from all the cleaning, swear. C'mon - let's get a pot of tea going, and you can tell me all about your day, yeah?"

"Yeah, after I see the sparkle of the tub faucet," Kakashi insisted, getting all the way to the tub despite your efforts to pull him away.

His hand raised to the shower curtain and your hand came to his wrist. Kakashi looked into your eyes, and you looked into his, pleading, "Don't. Please, don't."

A look of consideration goes over Kakashi's face, but you both knew that the jig was up.

He was never known to change his mind after it's already made.

He pulled back the shower curtain and you tried moving to cover his view. It didn't work, as his hold on your waist was still present and vice-like. You both stared at the black towel, poking up in odd places, while cardboard edges stuck out from under.

"What..." Kakashi looked at you as he leaned down, hand extended to reveal your little secret. You gave him a weak smile, just nodding toward the covered present, giving him a silent permission.

In a swish of black as he stood, the blue cardigan was revealed, and a short gasp fell from Kakashi's lips.

The majority of the cardigan was navy blue, with white hemming and sleeve cuffs. The pockets were white granny squares with blue hearts in the center. It was made of drunken granny stitches, though they weren't properly blocked yet, so it looked a little wonky. Loose yarn ends hung out of the cardigan, yet to be sewn into the stitches.

It was perfect, but it wasn't done yet.

But, as you shyly looked at your husband, you were shocked to find his eyes with a watery gleam.

"Darling," you grinned, turning closer into his hold, which he tightened instantly, almost unconsciously. Kakashi's eyes were pasted to the cardigan, sitting in the tub, and your nerves started to build. "Do you... like it?"

"Do I like it?" He laughed with a certain rasp.

With a sniff, Kakashi pulled his mask down with his free hand and started blinking like a crazy person. A grin from either ear was etched onto his face, his lips parting and closing gently, over and over. His head stuttered as he tore his eyes away from your handiwork, sniffing again like he was an emotional aunt at a wedding. He nodded, first slowly, then with a rapidity, turning his head to look at you with a broad smile on his beautiful lips.

"You made that, for me?" Kakashi asked, his voice cracking slightly. 

You nodded bashfully and Kakashi's smile deepened impossibly. His freehand came to the side of your face, cupping it gently as his thumb ran across your cheekbone. Glossy charcoal eyes searched yours, seemingly going straight to your soul, and you couldn't help but blush just a tad.

An uncontrollable laugh bubbled from his throat and Kakashi brought you close, hugging you flush to his warm body as he murmured, "I love you; I love you, so much."

"It's not done yet," you mumbled into his chest. "It'll be perfect on your birthday, so you'll have to wait 'til then."

"How can I hold out for three whole days, when I know I'm under the same roof as this bit of personalized artistry?" He chortled, squeezing you once before you brought you away. "You've been working on this cardigan, all this time?"

You shrugged a little, replying, "For the last few weeks, yeah."

"Oh, I've been so worried," Kakashi sighed happily, his head ducking away for a brief moment.

"Worried about what?" You asked with a small chuckle.

He shook his head, looking back into your eyes with a smile, "Worried about you; you've been so cagey. I figured you were hiding something, but..."

"But, what?"

"But, I was scared of the answer," he exhaled. Kakashi drew a sharp breath, shaking his head again and gesturing toward the cardigan. "But, now I've just ruined the surprise you've been working so hard on."

"Oh, please - you haven't ruined anything," you giggled, lacing your fingers behind your husband's neck. "I'm just glad you like it."

Kakashi looked deeply into your eyes and grinned, "I like it so much. You're incredibly talented, sweetheart, and I consider myself beyond lucky to be the one you choose to spend your talent on." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose. "I don't deserve you, my sweet darling angel from the stars." Ghosting his lips over yours, Kakashi murmured again, "I love you, so fucking much."

Smiling like a fool, you pressed your lips to your husband's, feeling his smile grow into the kiss as well. You couldn't handle all of the praise, not when a beehive seemed to have broken open in your stomach.

Collapsing onto the bathroom floor, you and Kakashi spent close to an hour on the tile - indulging in the pool of love that swelled within both of your hearts; expressly deriving pleasure from the other's bliss - not even a meter from his birthday present that you had worked callouses into your hands to make.

You were excited for his actual birthday, if this was merely an amuse-bouche.

[milequaritchsslut]

Chapter Two—Never Enough

Chapter Summary: Miguel comes back into your life, leaving you no choice but to except your fate with him.

Pairing: Ex Boyfriend Stalker!Miguel x Fem!Reader

Warnings: blackmail, dark themes, forced relationship (?), yelling, pet names, teasing, non-consensual photographs/ videos, mentions of stalking and watching, itsy bitsy mention of masturbating, one sided attraction kinda,

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“Don’t give me those eyes mami” a smirk dancing onto his lips, walking past you and into your living room. He had a large black backpack on him, dirt covering the sides. He looked different then the last time you saw him, he looked bigger, his muscles showing through his baggy hoodie and his hair seemed longer.

You were speechless, just letting him walk in. You turned around and blinked your eyes in disbelief as you stared at him, trying to figure out of this was happening or not. But you quickly snapped out of it and stormed towards him, glaring up at his tall form.

“Get out Miguel” you hissed, eyes narrowing as your hands found their way to your hips.

“Aw c’mon don’t be so cold mami” he teased, before throwing his backpack on the couch. He snaked his hands around your waist and smirked down at you, canines showing through his plush lips.

“I know you missed me princesa” admiring your eyes as they stared up into his. He missed being so close to you, having his arms wrapped around you like this. He missed your soft skin, the goosebumps that grew on your skin when he got close to you just proved his point.

You hadn’t heard that name in awhile, nobody else had called you that in months. You forced yourself to hide your smile and blush, he just had this way with words that got under your skin. You rolled your eyes, your lour growing brighter as you had that cute little nose scrunch.

“Did you not hear me? I said move, get outta here! Scram!” You yelled, scowling at him. He shook his head and smiled at you. Like he knew this was going to happen. He walked over to the couch and grabbed his bag, placing it on the kitchen table and motioned you to come close to him.

“Come here pretty girl” he chuckled, opening his bag and spread thousands of pictures on the table. Pictures of you. You gasped as your eyes widened at the display in front of you. There were so many, pictures of you walking to work, brushing your teeth, even one of you sleeping. But your attention stayed on the naked pictures of you, bare with nothing on. A blush grew on your face, your expression turning embarrassed right away.

“I never really left ya know, you just couldn’t see me” he smirked out, satisfied with your reaction and expressions. You didn’t say anything, going through all the photos he had. Blinking and trying to comprehend that you had a stalker for the last 3 months. He handed you his unlocked phone, opened in the photos app. He played a video of you showering, and one of you doing well ya know. Your gasp became louder at the sight, the volume being turned on all the way.

“Turn that off!” You shouted, pushing the video away and hiding your blushing face as you tried to catch your breath. He smiled and did as you asked, putting his phone back into his pants. He watched you the whole time, proud of his months of work and effort. He waited a few minutes before he spoke again.

“So, im gonna need something from you baby. A very very small agreement from you. That ok?” He asked sarcastically as his leer grew more and more by every word. You turned your attention to him finally, and gave him the nastiest glare.

“Get out of my house right now!” You screamed anger rising at the situation and him.

“If you don’t accept my offer I might just have to send these to your work, and maybe even” he got close to your ear and smirked. “Your family” your eyes practically burst out of your sockets at his words, mouth hanging open as he backed away and stared down at you.

You couldn’t believe he was actually blackmailing you right now, or all people you hadn’t expected your ex boyfriend to be blackmailing you. You didn’t really have a choice, you pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed, trying to weigh out your options. After a moment or two you finally looked up at him and rolled your eyes.

“What’s the offer?” You sighed, arms crossing with an obvious annoyed expression forming on your features.

“You get back with me, follow my rules like you were supposed to before we broke up. And in turn these photos and videos wont ever see the light of day” hands coming to place the pictures back into his bag.

You just glared at him, giving him the nastiest look as you stared him down. You were so done with him, and his bullshit. He was really getting on your nerves and now he’s blackmailing you.

“Be so fr rn Miguel” he groaned, rolling your eyes as you stared at him, leaning onto your hand placed on the table.

“I don’t lie to you mami” he chuckled throwing his bag to the ground and snaking his hands around your waist again.

“C’mon I know you missed me baby, I heard you that night when you-“

“Shut it” you scolded, letting out a hard sigh as you rolled your eyes. Your annoyance levels were rising higher and higher by him just being here.

“Is that a yes?” He teased, his fondness of your little attitude growing bigger the longer he admired you. He genuinely missed you so much, his nights were long, he only saw you through his camera or in his dreams. You were an angel to this man, a being sent from the heavens above. He would do anything and everything in his power to have you, you could call it obsession or love, nonetheless he would do anything for the woman in front of him. He would beg and get on his knees for you, he would tear the sun itself from the sky if you asked him to. He was head over heels for you, though you would never know just how much he loved you, he showed it in the only way he could.

You stared at the ground as your tongue poked through your cheek in thought. You finally looked up at him and let out a frustrated sigh. A small and quiet yes fell from your lips as you rolled your eyes.

He smirked down at you, cupping your cheek knowing he won this time. He kissed your lips gently, his lips were surprisingly soft and the passion in it was half expected. As he pulled away he pulled you into him and hugged you tightly, holding his soulmate as close as he possibly could.

“I love you mami”

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[kairiscorner]

four words

punk!miguel and reader

yes please 😋

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

punk!miguel x gn!reader headcanons

punk!miguel has two moods: being an annoying, cocky bastard and being an intimidating, more serious bastard.

punk!miguel loves towering over you. he enjoys smirking down at you and making you feel just how much smaller you are compared to him–it's not the feeling of being bigger than you that he likes, he craves to hear you cuss at him, and just seeing you get all furious at his teasing.

punk!miguel enjoys seeing you get all frustrated when he calls you those nicknames that just make you feel so... tiny when around him, like he's not taking you as seriously as he says he does: 'baby doll', 'mi chiquito/a', and of course...

"you're late to the action, my sweetest little gremlin." he cooed in a deep voice as he sauntered over to you all cocky, ripping his mask off from his head and shaking his unkempt hair. he smirked down at you and chuckled lowly as he bent down to your level. "what's the matter... pequeño/a? not too happy to see me?" he asked you as he placed his hand on your waist, feeling you squirm away from him and hearing you release those deliciously sweet little grumbles of frustration from your itty bitty mouth that sure knew how to complain a lot about him being a 'more powerful, capable spider person than you'... that can manage to piss you off beyond all comprehension.

"this was supposed to be a joint mission, o'hara." you remind him as miguel beat webbing up the anomaly and hoisting their unconscious self onto his shoulder, opening a portal up to HQ quickly as he turns to look at you with a shrug; his cocky smirk not leaving his face. "hey, chiquito/a, relax. it's not my fault your stubby little legs make you so slow that you gotta rely on a big, capable guy like me to help you out. ain't that right, my itsy, bitsy little spider?" he teases you as you huff, wanting to strangle him right now, but knowing that wouldn't solve anything, you kept your hands and anger to yourself. he chuckled, messing up your hair as he tousled it up with his free hand. "how adorable, see you back at HQ. that is, if you can keep up this time, cariño/a."

punk!miguel definitely plays music, preferably punk rock, but he prefers keeping that part of himself to himself. he's not embarrassed or anything, he's in fact, very confident in his music; the thing is, he wants to be better than he is already. he wants to make you stop and listen to his music, swoon to what he plays; and if he can't do that... then you won't get to see him play until you admit his talent's good enough to win you over.

punk!miguel likes teaching you how to play the electric guitar—he can play a bunch of other instruments too, though, like the acoustic guitar and such, but you were insistent on learning the electric guitar—and he loves feeling your soft, dainty little fingers underneath his longer, more calloused ones.

punk!miguel finds it so hot whenever you act all angry and take things in your own hands; he cheers for you whenever you silence everyone to alleviate the chaos, unironically.

punk!miguel would not hesitate going out, acting as your partner to protect you from people who think you're easy or soft. he hates it when people get that impression of you, but he's actually honored to get to know (and fall for) the real, raw you; one of the strongest spider persons in all of HQ, the most loving yet tough people he's ever met, and the only person who makes his heart beat for real, making him feel something other than it being a biological response.

"hey, now..." his low voice rumbled as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him as he glared down at a few people who kept clamoring around you, trying to get your attention when you clearly weren't interested in any of them. "what do you assholes what with my chiquito/a, hmm?" he asked them in a deep voice as he moved in front of you, shielding you from them. he knew you could protect yourself from all kinds of anomalies and villains, but when it came to confrontation, you sometimes struggled telling strangers to go away when you weren't behind that mask you donned on. luckily for you... miguel's always eager to step up to protect you.

"what? not gonna say anything?" he asked them as he towered over them, feeling you cling on to his jacket, making him slightly flustered, but still seething with rage at how these people couldn't even comprehend what personal space and boundaries were. as they left one by one, he turned back to you with a softer expression, holding your hand that clung to his jacket. he smiled all sweetly and chuckled. "pretty good, no? that's the only good thing about looking so scary, you get a bodyguard as well as someone to help you through all the multiverse's endless caca storms." he says as you move closer to him, letting go of his jacket to wrap him in a hug, catching him by surprise. "what's all this now?" "thank you..." you whispered as you clung on to him tighter, making him choke on his words. he cleared his throat as he felt an even worse fluster afflict him, making him smile wider.

he covered his smile up with his hand and pat your back with his other free hand. "you're... welcome. all the time, you're welcome. but all this is only for you, though." he said, adding that last bit in a rushed whisper so you wouldn't hear it clearly. you wondered what he uttered at the end of that statement, but you didn't mind. you always felt so safe around miguel, no matter how rough, stubborn, intimidating, or rebellious he seemed; he was just a big, cuddly, spiky teddy bear that was eager to hug you back... and do more things with in private (though he wasn't opposed to doing it in private, you two had autonomy over your own bodies. so if you'd... let him... maybe...)

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

[thoughtsaboutshows]

WIP Wednesday: Let’s Play Pretend

A snippet from the next chapter:

“Let’s get back on track.” His voice comes out gruffly. “We need to be able to touch each other freely.”

“Okay.” I concede and then consider how much I want his hands on me. I shake off the thought of remembering what it was like to have him everywhere. “So arms around waists are good, shoulders and hips are fine. You can touch my face and hair.”

“And your ass.” He doesn’t even look up from his plate as he says it.

“My what?” I’m not sure I heard him correctly because in his fucked up way that sounded like a compliment. He sighs like explaining further is the most annoying thing he has to do. But his eyes are molten when they meet mine.

“If I had a girlfriend with an ass like yours I’d definitely touch it in public.” A devious smirk forms as he holds up his forefinger and thumb, a small space between them. “Especially when you wear those itsy bitsy bikinis.”

[creative-kny-fics]

Hi! May I ask for a tickle headcanon for uppermoons and rui and enmu? Ty

leafyanon

Sorry for taking so long! I had to think hard about this! (I was also talking about this with @mystwrites , so!)

(Some data is inspired by their BDA- and how they would use it to tickle)

1. Enmu (LowerMoon 1):

💤 Ler: 60% - Lee: 40%

💤 Worst spots: Hips, armpits, sides, knees and calves

💤 Like almost most kizuki, he loves to be tickled.

💤 His favorite lee is Rui. Although he knows that after Rui has rested, he will be tied with his nets and will suffer Rui's revenge.

💤 Give his hips a jab and he'll scream. But if he's off guard enough, he'll jump too

💤 He doesn't mind accepting that he loves being tickled, but he also has a limit that he would like others to respect. But judging by how he acts with them when tickling them, he doesn't always succeed.

💤 He loves to put some to sleep and give them a dream in which they are tickled. He hasn't told them, but the kizuki have noticed and chased him to scold him.

💤 He also usually does the above with himself. Rui and Douma are the only ones to know.

💤 If you tickle his armpits, he will fall to the floor and start laughing and rolling around while kicking and putting his hands on his belly.

2. Rui (LowerMoon 5):

🕸️ Ler: 20% - Lee: 80%

🕸️ Worst spots: Neck, belly, belly button and toes

🕸️ Rui is definitely equal to a child, we could even say that he is more ticklish than Akaza

🕸️ He doesn't mind being tickled, it always encourages him and he feels free because during those moments he doesn't have to worry about his 'family'

🕸️ But you do have to respect when it is enough for him, otherwise he will cut you with his strings and leave angry from there.

🕸️ He trusts Akaza, he is like an older brother to him. That's why he almost always sits on his lap and says 'tickle me!'

🕸️ His BDA helps him a lot when he wants to get revenge or just bother someone for a while UpperMoon

🕸️ He is quite skilled and precise in his movements. If he tickles you somewhere and you show him your sensitivity, he will immediately stay there until he decides to change places or stop.

🕸️ He likes to play at hunting his victims, usually Akaza, Enmu or Douma his victims.

🕸️ His lers constantly are: Daki, Douma, Akaza and Enmu. Also Muzan but he rarely does it

🕸️ He will play 'itsy bitsy spider' with you. What did you expect?

3. Kaigaku (New UpperMoon 6):

⚡ Ler: 90% - Lee: 10%

⚡ Worst spots: Armpits, thights and neck

⚡ He is someone difficult to catch. You have to be faster or smarter than him

⚡He hates them. He will curse you and hit you if you try to tickle him anywhere else that doesn't make him squeal.

⚡ He can't say 'tickle'. He will always be referred to as 't-word'

⚡ His constant ler is Kokushibo. He hates that his sensei justifies himself with 'it's part of the training session'

⚡ If you manage to tickle his armpits, you are guaranteed victory. He will be unable to defend himself because he will be too busy cursing you.

⚡ It's pretty easy to make fun of him or get him to raise his arms. It is enough to tell him: You are probably not as good as you think, to make him angry and expose his worst spot

⚡ He hates them, but blushes and squeals easily when they tickle him.

4. Daki (Former UpperMoon 6):

🎀 Ler: 65% - Lee: 35%

🎀 Worst spots: Waist, sides, hips and thighs

🎀 Daki still has the mentality of a little girl, so it's easy to tickle her.

🎀 She doesn't hate them, she just hates screaming and looking so weak in front of the other UpperMoons

🎀 Her obi is her best weapon. She usually holds her victims' wrists, ankles or waist and lets her nails do the rest of the work.

🎀 I think it's obvious who tickles her the most. Gyutaro is always 'bothering' Daki and tickling her when she is talking to Muzan or doing something important.

🎀 She allows only Douma, Gyutaro, Rui, and Enmu to tickle her. Also to Akaza but he doesn't do it since he considers it a lack of respect towards her.

5. Gyutaro (Former UpperMoon 6):

☠️ Ler: 85% - Lee: 15%

☠️ Worst spots: Neck, lower ribs, behind his knees and knees

☠️ Daki is the only one who used to know that Gyutaro was ticklish until she was so angry with him that she ended up confessing to Douma about it.

☠️ He only allows Daki, Douma and Rui to tickle him. He still has a hard time accepting Enmu, but he doesn't hate him, he sees him as another little brother.

☠️ He HATES that they always play 'itsy bitsy spider' on his ribs

☠️ Sometimes he asks Douma or Daki to tickle his neck. It's not a sensitive spot but it's one he can handle. He would tell Rui but he feels like he would tell someone and he doesn't want to be embarrassed.

6. Gyokko (UpperMoon 5):

🐟 Ler: 100% - Lee: 0%

🐟 Gyokko isn't ticklish, no matter how hard you try. The only thing that will make him laugh is your silly attempt to make him laugh.

🐟 Is it a ler? Yup, Gyokko is an expert at that, it's not for nothing that he has multiple arms

🐟 Does his BDA help him? It definitely does, he can lock you in one of his vases and torture you by suffocating you with your own laughter.

🐟 He thinks that dying asphyxiated by laughter is a very little-known but quite intriguing expression. He knows no mercy in using hunters to get these 'works of art'

🐟 The UpperMoons hate that BDA, it's quite tedious, but they prefer that to touching it (then they can smell fishy and they don't like that idea 🤣)

7. Nakime (New UpperMoon 4):

🪕 Ler: 0% - Lee: 0%

🪕 Don't try to tickle her, you will completely regret doing it

🪕 Nakime hates physical contact and always stays away from people.

🪕 If someone tries to get into her business she will do 2 things: Either she will hit you with her biwa or she will make you fall all over the infinite fortress and try to crush you.

🪕 Nakime could be ticklish? It is probable

8. Hantengu (Former UpperMoon 4):

😰 Ler: 0% - Lee: 0%

😰 Ok, if I'm honest, I don't think the original version of Hantengu is ticklish. But their clones are another story

😡 Sekido: (Ler: 60% / Lee: 40%)

😡 Worst spots: Knees, armpits and calves

😡 If you try it, you'll probably regret it.

😡 He HATES them with all his soul

😡 If you manage, by sheer luck, to tickle him. Start running and begging because he won't rest until he makes you pay for your lack of respect.

😡 Will he laugh if you tickle his worst spot? Yes, he will. But when you're done tickling him, he'll kill you

😡 Seriously, don't try to do it.

😥 Aizetsu: (Ler: 15% / Lee: 85%)

😥 Worst spots: Belly, armpits sides and knees

😥 He's the baby of the group-

😥 He is usually the target of continuous tickle attacks from Karaku and Urogi.

😥 He's usually sad, so the excuse: You looked sad and we decided to cheer you up! It's the excuse he hears the most

😥 It's easy to make him laugh, you don't need much. Just a few squeezes on his belly or touching his sides will be enough to make him squeal.

🤣 Karaku: (Ler: 90% / Lee: 10%)

🤣 Worst spots: Armpits, neck, lower back

🤣 It's the second one you can make laugh easily

🤣 Urogi, Sekido and Aizetsu usually get tired of Karaku's 'joking' behavior, so they team up and give him a 'real reason to laugh'

🤣 Always fight with Urogi over who is the best 'ler'

🤣 You can tickle him in the air and he will be laughing

🦅 Urogi: (Ler: 80% / Lee: 20%)

🦅 Worst spots: The inner part of its wings, sides and armpits

🦅 He has ticklish wings-

🦅 He is the biggest ler of the group. If he has both arms occupied, his wings will help him

🦅 He always gets involved with Karaku to tickle Aizetsu and try to tickle Sekido. They also have tickle fights

🦅 He always makes sure that whoever he tickles is slightly off the ground so that he can kick desperately and beg to be put down.

9. Akaza (UpperMoon 3):

🥋 Ler: 25% - Lee: 75%

🥋 Worst spots: Armpits, hips, belly, sides and thighs

🥋 Don't let him fool you, he can curse you, scream, ask you to stop during the first seconds, but he LIES

🥋 He hates it when someone discovers his 'taste' and his first instinct is to hit her/him or hit them or rip their head off (Douma)

🥋 Blushes and gets embarrassed easily when someone makes fun of him

🥋 He only has certain people he allows to tickle him. They are: Rui, Enmu, Daki, Gyutaro, Kokushibo and Douma (he hates to admit it but he enjoys his presence)

🥋 He's going to huff and puff almost the entire session. He may also growl and, if you're not careful, bite or kick you (be careful).

🥋 He pretends to hate them but LOVES raspberries, especially on his tummy and neck.

10. Douma (UpperMoon 2):

❄️ Ler: 90% - Lee: 10%

❄️ Worst spots: Ears, neck, armpits, hips and knees

❄️ Douma is definitely the one that takes the position of 'ler' among the UpperMoons

❄️ Douma always takes advantage of the fact that he has long nails to behave like complete shit towards his victims.

❄️ You're not going to fool him with 'I'm happy now!'. He won't stop until he has you crying or screaming on the floor.

❄️ His BDA is always helping him. If he is prohibited from approaching anyone, which is mostly Akaza, he will create miniatures of himself that he will send to tickle his victim.

❄️ Do you try to escape from him? He will freeze the floor and make you slip and fall until he gets closer to you

❄️ Baby talk. He's not going to waste the opportunity to remind you how vulnerable you are to him, he'll make fun of you so much that it will make the tickling completely worse.

11: Kokushibo (UpperMoon 1):

🌙 Ler: 65% - Lee: 35%

🌙 Worst spots: Neck, back, back ribs, knees and hands

🌙 It's not easy to knock him down, don't try to get close to him and try to tickle him

🌙 He won't refuse to be tickled, but you must ask for permission to do so.

🌙 He has a love/hate for back rubs. It usually tickles him but he is good at hiding his reactions.

🌙 If you tickle him without his permission, he won't let go until you pass out or he's satisfied with his revenge.

🌙 Douma and Akaza are the only ones who know, but his hands are also ticklish. Just gently tickle him there and he will be laughing and asking you to stop (he hates attention)

🌙 He has already admitted that he likes tickling. So he can't say 'I hate them'

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*BARGES INTO UR ASK BOX TO SNATCH A DEMON SLAYER SLOT*

My headcanon is that Rui is amazing at counting ribs. He's so serious and evil about it and even sometimes sings the itsy bitsy spider as he tallies off each rib sksjshshshsbsb lee can be whoever

Headcanons To Dabbles: Officially CLOSED!

*Squeals* YEEEE Oh my god oh my god OH MY GOD! I love this so much! Rui being a devious little ler is so CUTE! I decided to go with Gyutaro and Daki for this one since it's been awhile since I've written for them! I hope you like it! :D

“Your ribs are so pronounced.” Rui mused as he poked his fingers along Gyutaro’s twitching torso, smiling cheekily as the older boy cackled and swore. “I could count them if I wanted….hm….”

“R-Ruuuhuhuhui! *snort* Gehehehheehehheehe! Stahhahahahahp thahahahahhahaht!” Gyutaro let out a string of gremlin-like giggles as he tried not to thrash, feet kicking up a storm behind them and his hands pressed into his eyes. He should have been more careful when unmorphing with Daki- he heard her scream and assumed the worst.

And the worst had come- Daki betrayed him!

“Ooo, he’s so mad!” Daki cackled in glee from above his head, grabbing his wrist with ease and pulling them away so they could see his smiling face. “Come on, Oni-chan- just let it happen!”

“Dahhahahahahaki yohoohhoohohu- gehhahahahhahhahAHHH!” Gyutaro arched with a cackle when Rui started drilling into the base of his ribs, wigging two fingers along the bottom bone. Then the next. Then the next.

“One….Two…Three…” He spoke softly, almost inaudible over Gyutaro’s squawking laughter. “How many ribs do humans have?”

“Hell if I know.” Daki shrugged, then she grinned. “Let’s count up to the top and find out!”

“Okay!”

“TRAHHAHAHAHITOR!” Gyutaro howled, flailing about the best he could. In all fairness, he could have easily sent both of them flying, but he’d never hurt Daki, and he rather liked Rui- even if said spider brat was drilling into his ribs with senseless abandon. “Hooohohoohohow mahahhahhany are yoohohohohu ohohoohoohohohon?”

“Huh? Oh, I forgot to count.” Rui blinked, realizing his mistake. “Uh….uhhh…new game.” He dropped them back to Gyutaro’s waist, stretching his finger out. “Ready?”

“Ready!” Daki smirked, pressing her knees into Gyutaro’s wrists. Oh no.

“The itsy bitsy spider went up the waterspout,” They began to sing, Rui’s fingers climbing up Gyutaro’s torso with each word. Said boy cackled and shrieked beneath them.

“Down came the rain and washed the spider out.”

“GEHAHHAHAHHAHAHA! YOHOHOHOOHU TWOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”

“Up came something I don’t know the rest of the words.”

“Something about the sun, yeah?”

“Ew.” Rui made a face. “Sunlight.”

“FIHIIHIHIHNISH THE SOHOHOOHOHNG!” Gyutaro demanded through his hysterics.

“Pfft- so fussy. Okay okay. “So the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again.” Rui finished the children’s song with fingers in Gyutaro’s armpit, earning a loud voice cracking squeal. “Okay, we’re done.”

Daki removed her hands, her Obi grabbing Rui and pulling him off before Gyutaro exploded into movement, rolling away with dangerous eyes. “Oohohohoho…you twohoohoho…”

“Eeek! Oni-chan! We were just playing!” Daki clung to Rui, half protecting him and half using him as a shield from her brother’s glare. Rui shrinked into her with wide eyes.

“Play huh? Alright- let’s play some more!” Gyutaro lunged, easily grabbing both of them. Fingers found his sister’s neck and Rui’s belly, making his assailants squeal with laughter.

“Onhihihihihiih-cahahhahahhaan!”

“Gyhehehehehehehyutahhahahharo!”

“Come on now- don’t hold back.” Gyutaro grinned, eyes softening at their laughing faces. “Let’s sing another song, shall we?”

[sichore]

11. Write about your ship waking up together

Pickles considers himself lucky to wake up at all, let alone in a bed. He’s become too accustomed to passing out inches from where his last bottle lies; at the bar, on a table, on his bathroom floor by the toilet covered in vomit and shame.

Waking up with another body by his is a gamble. Sometimes it’s one of the guys after a late night of writing or junk food and movies. Occasionally it’s whichever pair of groupies he took with him; never solo, that was too risky. Rarely, it was –

Well, best not to think about him.

Because he wakes up in cloudlike comfort and with gentle florals tickling his nose – jasmine, right, that’s what she said it was, soft and subtle and good enough to eat. A hint of sandalwood and amber (not the stone, stones don’t have a scent, and he committed all of this to memory like he would his liquors). And, and… shea butter, the earthiness that melts into her skin, sweat and salt and a bit of himself, but it’s not about him, not right now.

Pickles wakes up his own personal heaven wrapped in his arms, plush and gentle and giving an adorable little honk of a snort when he brushes his nose against her shoulder. He smiles and rubs his goatee against her skin, feeling her shift with a little hoot this time.

“Hey, beautiful,” he says softly.

And she makes that little rreh sound like those tiny rain frogs from a documentary they watched that had them laughing so hard they cried.

Pickles almost laughs himself, a harsh huff of air against her shoulder, but he doesn’t want her to wake up. Not just yet. “I love how ya turn into a frog when yer like this.”

“Rreh.”

“I love how ya talk in yer sleep.”

“Hueh.”

“Betcha can’t even tell what I’m sayin’, huh?”

“Hoo.” And she just rubs her face into her pillow, gripping the arm curled around her waist tighter. Pickles’ stomach clenches, hoping that there won’t ever be a day where she jolts away from him, surprised and disturbed by how close she lets him get.

Because she’s precious like this, even if she’d disagree. Even when she gets all hot and damp with her night sweats. Even with the stubble on her legs rubbing against his that she’d say she’s overdue for shaving but Pickles could care less. Even with her bonnet keeping her curls wrapped up that she was so nervous about wearing around him for whatever reason when they started this.

“Hey.” He leans in closer, like he’s whispering secrets to tiny, soft curls at the nape of her neck. “I’m crazy ‘bout ya.”

“Nnh huh.”

“I adore ya.”

“Nuh huh.”

His heart clenches and squeezes and compresses in on itself, a black hole eating itself alive like a colossal ouroboros. “I wanna marry ya.”

“Huuuuuuh huh.” And she keeps on sleeping, and an itsy bitsy teeny weeny part of Pickles almost wishes she heard him, that she’d turn around and make his dreams come true. But for now, he’s content to let her keep dreaming, and just wish he’s included there, too.

Well, for about two minutes longer, until he gets too lonely and starts peppering kisses over her shoulder, until she sighs and groans and stretches out her legs from where they’ve laid tangled with his own all night.

“Wakey, wakey,” Pickles coos, and she whines in reply. “Lemme get them eggs ‘n’ bac-y.”

“Oh, my god,” Jimi groans, sinking back against him. “Didn’t you scramble my eggs enough already?”

“Mm, I like ‘em well done.”

Jimi laughs, and his morning officially starts, bright and beautiful. “Morning, baby.”

“Mornin’, sunshine.”

[Soft OTP Prompts]

[b0y-artist]

Ayo, the pizza here gang, where u at???

"Ayo, the pizza here."

A painfully familiar voice called out as soon as Seven opened the door to see who it was. Mono's smile and happiness from before immediately disappeared.

"SIX? What the hell are you even doing here?! It's like, 11 at night!" Seven exclaimed, out of everyone he expected to show up at the door, Six was definitely not one of them. He could already hear Mono groan about her presence from the kitchen.

"Couldn't sleep. Besides! I gotta' see the new place. Anddd, I brought pizza! I made sure to get you a supreme, and Mono a pineapple. Even though I have no *IDEA* why he likes pineapple, I'm not one to judge." Six shrugged, as if her showing up randomly outside of their apartment at the asscrack of night with two boxes of The All-Seeing Eye's Pizza was a typical Friday night.

Seven rubbed at his eyes, just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating or having another weird dream from too much chocolate before bed. Nope, she's still there. Well, at least she brought pizza, that's a plus.

It's not that Seven was *against* having Six over at ungodly hours. No, not at all. The real problem was Mono. And Six. Together. In a shared space.

Well that, and the lively-hood of their fridge.

"You know what, I'm not even going to ask. Just, *please* don't raid our fridge." Seven stepped aside, welcoming Six into their apartment. "–And don't break anything!" Seven sighed as Six immediately rushed to the kitchen. Closing the door behind him, he followed her to make sure she wouldn't cause any trouble. Not even the slightest bit surprised when Mono tried to slink off to their shared bedroom. "Tell me when she leaves." Mono grumbled, but Seven easily blocked his shorter friend's path of escape.

"Mono, c'mon. She's *trying,* the least you could do is humor her a little. She even got you a pineapple pizza!" Seven tried to convince Mono to at least stay for a second, a minute, an hour would even be nice.

"Did I ever tell you how handsome you look, Fellon?" That same smooth voice spoke up, smirking as Seven choked on air. *That little lynx! Is he?! Really?! Well. Two can play at that game.*

"I'm afraid flattery won't get you far, Mason." Seven said, as he steadily moved closer towards his friend. Proximity was Mono's greatest weakness, he knew this good and well.

Just as predicted Mono was already tripping over his feet, a blush starting to rise to his cheeks, gradually spreading down to his neck.

"I-I uh- that's– um- I–" Mono stuttered, constantly tripping over his words, mouth silently opening and closing as he searched for something, anything to counter Seven with. It was almost humorous watching how flustered Mono got just over a little flirting.

–And now, for the final attack.

Seven smiled, face involuntarily softening as he held Mono's hands in his own, carefully bumping his forehead against Mono's. "C'mon, Moe. Can't you do this, one, *itsy bitsy, teeny tiny, teensy weensy* thing for me?" Seven whispered, smiling as Mono's blush darkened. However, Seven was a little surprised when he felt just how fast Mono's heart was racing against his own chest. Was this Mono's normal nervousness, or something else?

Seven's breath caught in his throat as he felt Mono clumsily bump against him, trying to rest his head in the crook between his shoulder and neck. This was...not what he planned, surely Six can fend for herself for a while, can't she?

Seven wrapped his arms around Mono's waist, gasping as Mono moved just a bit too fast and nearly knocked Seven over. Every move they made was clumsy and uncoordinated, even causing them to giggle a few times, but Seven didn't mind. They were new to this, after all. Whatever "this" was. As soon as Mono finally found a comfortable place to lay his head, Seven smiled softly, pulling the smaller boy closer towards himself.

Mono was silent as he snuggled closer towards Seven. The fireworks were back, but this time they were softer, less intense. Like the brief burn of a sparkler. He doesn't know what they were doing, and if they should even be doing it. But, it felt...nice. It felt right. Like this is where Mono belonged, in Seven's arms.

It felt like he'd finally found a home. A place where he was accepted, past and all. A place where he could take off his paper bag and be loved, accepted, and safe from a world of hate. A world that eagerly awaited his every failure, just so they could rub it in, tell him over and over how he could never be normal, no matter how hard he tried. That he'd *always* be a freak. A monster.

Mono breathed in the scent of a freshly washed sweater. Smiling as those thoughts slowly faded away from his head, and a hand threaded through his hair. Mono giggled as he heard someone silently curse from above whenever he felt a tug on one of his curls, signifying that Seven had gotten caught on something.

"I really need to brush your hair," Seven mumbled as he gently maneuvered out of a tangle from time to time, making sure not to pull on any curls as he continued to comb through Mono's dark brown hair with his fingers.

Yeah. Six I'll be fine.

–...Than a crash came from the kitchen.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

I have an idea for fic how about peter 2’s harry maybe the prompt could be “good thing I’m not ticklish” with lee!harry and peter 3

(Added in a few more characters ❤️😅 But Peter 3 does all of the tickling ❤️😁 Hope you enjoy Anon! ❤️ :))

"Good thing I'm not ticklish."

Harry's girlfriend patted him on the thigh. "Oh sweetie, we all know that's not true."

"Sasuke!"

All three Peters broke into muffled laughter at the comment.

"Oho cohome on babyhy." Sasuke wrapped her boyfriend in a hug. "Yohou know it's truhue."

"But you don't have to announce ihit," Harry whined.

"Awwhaw." Peter 2 ruffled his friend's hair. "Hate the fact that your ohown gihirlfrihiend sohold you out?"

The younger Osborn playfully shoved Two back then tried to stand. "You guhuys suhuck!"

"Ahaw come ohon." Sasuke gently pulled him back. "Don't behe such aha sour puhuss bahaby."

Peter 2 also tried to pull him back by tugging on his wrist. "Listen to your girlfriend Fireherfly."

Meanwhile, the younger Osborn playfully fought against the two pulling him back. "Noho! Ihi refuse!"

After a few more moments of struggle, Harry slipped out of the grip of the two.

"Ahaw Harryhy," Peter 1 teased.

"Hehey!" Peter 3 exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around Harry's legs.

Harry tried to get away from the middle Peter, but he couldn't detangle his legs from his hold. Instead, Peter 3's grip sent his older friend tumbling to the floor.

Harry laughed as the two younger Peters tackled him to the floor and pinned him. "Whahat ahare you twoho dohoihing?"

"I dohon't knohow." Peter 1 pinned Harry's arms above his head. "Ihi wahas juhust helping Threhee."

"Thahat cahan get you ihintoho troublehel."

"Yeheah, buhut ihit's also more fuhun."

While Harry was talking with One, the middle Peter straddled his older friend's waist. "Ahand wehere about to have aha lohot ohof fuhun."

"Ah, Threhee." Harry started squirming. "What ahare yohou doihing!"

"Testing yohour ticklihish statemehent."

"Wha--eek!"

Peter 3 chuckled as he continued tickling Harry's sides. "Gootchie gootchihie gohohoo Suhunshihine."

"You jeherk!"

"Hmmm." Three spidered up to Harry's ribs. "What was thahat ahabohout not beheing ticklihish?"

The younger Osborn squirmed in One and Three's hold. "Shuhut uhup Hotshohot!"

"Never!" Three leaned closer. "Baby."

Harry shot the middle Peter a glare as he laughed.

"I'm so terrified ohof you right nohow," Three responded as he wiggled his fingers into Harry's stretched out armpits.

The younger Osborn's laughter grew much louder as Three attacked the new spot.

Through his laughter, he heard a familiar voice pipe up beside him. "You know what really gets him going? Pinching the muscle on the outer part of his armpit."

Harry snorted. "Suke!"

"Ooo!" Peter 3 immediately started pinching along the spot. "You dohont sahay."

Harry squealed.

"That is a gohood spohot. Got any others Mr. Sunshine's been trying to hide from uhus?"

"I've got ohone," Peter 2 replied.

"No!" Harry tried to kick him. "Dohont yohou dahare itsy-bitsy!"

The eldest Peter grinned. "His feet are aha grheheat spohot."

The younger Osborn could practically feel the grins on him as Three scooted back and dragged singular finger along his friend's foot.

Harry shrieked.

Sasuke smirked at her boyfriend. "That's why you wouldn't let me touch your feet."

A dark blush crept across Harry's face. "Shuhush!"

However, his retorts were short lived when Peter 3 scribbled his hand over his foot.

The younger Osborn immediately broke into cackles. He so badly wanted to smack the smirk off of Peter 2's face.

"This is for all the times you attacked my feet!" Peter 3 exclaimed as he kept going.

"IM GOING TOHO KILL YOHOU!"

"Says thehe ohone cacklihing lihike a mad mahan," Peter 1 teased.

Two snorted. "Even Uno ihis teasihing yohou!"

"Poor Sunshine." Three spidered up to tickle Harry's toes. "Everyone's picking on you."

A high pitched squeal left Harry's mouth before his laughter went silent.

Three finally pulled his hand away. "Dohon't dihie on uhus Sunshine."

The younger Osborn sagged into the floor. "Yohou're such aha jerk."

"Whoho?" The middle Peter grinned as he put a hand to his chest. "Mehe?"

Sasuke chuckled. "With thahat little innocent fahace?"

Both Peter 1 and 2 snickered in the background.

Harry playfully glared at the group around him as Peter 1 let his arms go. "All ohof yohou ahare so mean toho mehe."

Sasuke reached down to rub Harry's chest. "Awww, pohoor baby."

The younger Osborn smiled as she also placed a kiss on his lips.

"Sasuke!" Peter 3 exclaimed.

The older lady looked up at him. "Whahat? Aham Ihi not allowed to kiss myhy boyfriend?"

The middle Peter gestured to Peter 1. "There are children present!"

Peter 1 glared at his brother. "Hey!"

"Hehe wehent to public schohool." Harry reached up and pulled Peter 1 down to him so he could ruffle his hair. "He's seheen wohorse."

"Ack!" The youngest Peter squirmed in the hold.

"No!" Peter 3 dug into Harry's tummy. "You will corrupt him."

The younger Osborn broke into laughter. "Threhee!"

Peter 1 wiggled out of Harry's hug. "Dohon't overwhehelm Threhee."

"Don't worry Pete." Sasuke smirked. "He hasn't asked him to stop yehet."

"Sukehe!"

"They already knohow sweetihie."

Harry's blush darkened. "Stihill!"

Peter 2 snickered. "Hehe always gehets blushyhy whehen we point out that he likes ticklehels."

The younger Osborn kicked at his friend. "Shut uhup!"

"Hey!" Peter 3 dug into his friend's hips. "No kicking!"

In response, Harry descended back into cackles. He lasted a few more moments until he grabbed Three's wrists. "Okahay! Ohokahay!"

The middle Peter pulled back with the tease, "Keep it PG yohou."

"That wahas Sukehe!" Harry exclaimed.

Sasuke put a hand to her chest and feigned innocence. "I did noho suhuch thing!"

"Uh-huhuh." Harry gave his girlfriend a squeeze to the side as he pulled himself up. "Suhure."

The young lady squeaked and gently shoved Harry back.

The younger Osborn grinned. "Yohou guhuys ahare so mehean."

Peter 2 lunged forward. "Group hug!"

"Oof!" Harry feel back as all four bodies jumped on top of him. "Ack! Thihis feheels more lihike a dog pihile!"

"No, it's aha lohove pile!" Peter 1 exclaimed.

"Ahand ihit's even better than aha hug!" Peter 2 added.

"Yes!" Peter 3 snuggled in. "Because we can squish you with all of our love for you!"

Harry dropped his arms dramatically to the floor. "Soho thihis is what ihit's come tohoo."

"Ahaw." Sasuke gave his cheek a kiss. "Love yohou bahabe."

The younger Osborn grinned. "Love yohou guys tohoo."

And he meant it.

[green-ville]

The Itsy Bitsy Spider

                                           Recluse Chapter 2 

TW: De@th. Bl00d. Decent amount of description. Light talk of a miscarriage.  

           Synopsis: Miguel O’Hara thought she was an anomaly. An accident. A mistake. That she shouldn’t exist. Really, it was his fault for opening up the other worlds of possibilities for her. It was his actions that showed her the multiverse. The endless possibilities at the turn of a watch.

           She may not have had the same story, but she was not Spiderman. She had said it since day one. Spiderman is dead, and his enemies now got her instead.

           She was Recluse. She would not let Spiderman’s death go unavenged.

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             Black hair that she let loose after a long day of work swayed back and forth. It was wavy from the tight braid. She was borrowing a well worn sweater. It didn’t drown her, because despite his muscular nature, Peter had a slight frame. She wore sweatpants that she synched at the waist to give her some semblance of a shape.

           Soft music played throughout the apartment, emitting from the tv that gave a warm glow of life. As she cooked dinner, she moved her hips to the music, quietly singing to herself.

           Tapping came from her living room window and the figure must have been used to it at this point, because there was no startled movement. There was a calm turn, a smile, and a distinct fall of the smile.

           Now there was a startled, sudden movement. She ran across the living room, shoving open the window that had smeared blood on it.

           “Pete? Oh my God Pete, what happened?!”

           She grabbed him under the arms, helped him in, but she was expecting more aid from him than she got. He weakly kicked to clear the window, but he didn’t find his footing and she crumbled under him. They crashed to the ground, him on top, her still holding him.

           His eyelids fluttered and she held his face, directing it to look at her.

           “Pete, what happened?!”

           His lips were pale, cracked. Blood soaked through his red and blue suit, sticking it to his frame even tighter than it already did. She pulled off her sweater, exposing a tank top beneath, and pressed it against his stomach. He winced, face pinching.

           “I’m fine babe, fine. Just need to catch my breath is all,” he croaked out. She held his face to ensure he was looking towards her, and yet his eyes traveled. Constantly steering towards the side. Never landing on her face. “Kingpin really packs a punch.”

           “You need the hospital, this,” she assessed what she could, and that was solely how much blood seeped out. It chilled her pants, soaking them. “Pete you need the hospital.”

           “Nah nah, I’ll be fine, I promise,” he said. “Spiderman always gets back up.”

           She brushed the dirty, sweaty hair out of his face. Her fingers left a blood stain in their tracks. “Tell me what happened. Keep talking to me Pete.”

           She called 911 while he struggled to remember.

           “It was. . .there was a rumor. . . .and I found it. . .”

           She told the police there was an injured man that needed the ambulance.

            He continued, voice quiet, getting softer. “Got him. Outside. Get him. Please babe.”

           She carefully set him to the ground, laying him flat. He winced and groaned. She told the police their apartment address and stuck her head outside the window. She found a small glass cage. She picked it up and found a spider inside.

           She kneeled beside Pete, returning pressure to stop the bleeding on his abdomen.

           “Keep him safe,” Pete whispered, eyes shut. Hand scrambling for hers, and she grabbed him first. Held him tight, her knuckles pale. He was ice cold. “It’s me. Please babe.”

           “No one is getting it,” she promised. “I thought the spider that bit you died.”

           “They recreated it. . .only one survived. They. . .they had my blood. Venom. . . .Prowler. . . .Vulture. . . all there. . . .Tried to stop me. . . .did a good job.”

           “Stay with me Pete.”

           “Don’t let them get it.”

           “Promise me.”

           “I promise,” she sword, tears in her eyes.

           “No. . .no promise. The world. . .the world needs Spiderman. . .promise me.”

           “Help is on the way. Just stay with me Pete, keep talking.”

           And despite her having every intention of keeping her promises, Peter Parker did not keep his to her. It was the first promise he broke to her.

           Spiderman did not get back up.

           The ambulance arrived and carted off a man in regular clothes, not a red and blue uniform. They put him on a stretcher, she was with him the entire time but he wasn’t with her. He was unconscious now. They hooked up an IV and started the fluids stat. They gauzed up his torso to slow the bleeding. At the hospital another IV was started for blood.

           His blood pressure was low. His heart rate erratic. They put an oxygen mask on him to help his low pulse ox.

           They were going to stitch him up bedside, but then they realized his spine was fractured. His left tibia was shattered, and his left femur was closed, but compounded. His skull had a small depression.

           Fluid started to seep through his nose. It was clear and she knew that was bad. Clear fluid through the nose was a notorious sign of a cerebrospinal fluid leak.

           He went to surgery and it was after 3 o’clock when they finally returned. She hadn’t fallen asleep, she just waited, staring at the door until it opened again.

           He looked better. He really did. Pale, but not shaking anymore. They were giving him a medication to drain the fluid from his brain, likely Mannitol. His blood pressure had improved with the fluids and blood. His heart rate was stable. He was heavily bandaged. His entire leg was restricted, elevated and in a traction device to keep it in-line. His torso was stitched and bandaged. His neck was in a collar to keep his spine straight.

           But he didn’t look like he was in pain anymore.

           Holding his hand, she finally fell asleep right beside him.

           That was how she stayed. Every day she went home once, never gone for more than forty minutes. She changed clothes. She made sure the spider was alive. She cleaned up. She returned to Peter’s side.

           On the sixth day she brought the spider to the hospital. She hid it, snuck it inside, and she closed the door to the hospital room. Her palms were sweaty as she opened up the cage and spilled the spider onto Peter’s chest.

           She glared at it. “You did this to him, you fix him.”

           The spider stared at her, legs spread out, black eyes empty.

           “Fix. Him.” She hissed. “Bite him again to give him extra strength. Use your bite to accelerate his healing. I don’t care, just fix him.”

           But still, the spider did nothing.

           Her eyes burned. “He’s my family. Please. The world needs him. I. . .I need him.”

           She was talking to a spider. It would never understand. The tears spilled and she fell to her knees in front of the bed, crying with her head buried into the mattress. She begged Peter to wake up. To stop sleeping and wake up. They couldn’t get through this if he didn’t wake up. They couldn’t be a team if he didn’t wake up.

           When they said ‘Till death do we part’ she hadn’t meant for it to be so soon. She expected old age. Surrounded by children and grandchildren. She expected beds in the same room at a long term care facility. She expected passing within minutes of each other because they loved each other too much to be apart for too long.

           There was a nip on her ring finger. She raised her head, eyeline with the spider, and watched as it stumbled to the side, silent across the white sheet. It tilted, and rested upside down, legs curled up.

           Heart beating slowly, a chill washing through her, she turned to look at her fingertips. It wasn’t just the redness of her eyes washing the world in that horrible color. There were two red dots on the tip of her ring finger.

           A bite mark.

           The heart monitor went flat. If she had been paying attention she would have noticed the decline in vitals. It dropped the rest of the way, until there was no heart activity.

           She tensed, mouth dropping. “No. NO! DOCTOR! RAPID! CALL A RAPID!”

           She had already started the compressions when they arrived. They tried to get her away but she wasn’t moving. Instead someone took over with the airway, pushing air into his lungs when the thirty compressions were over. They got the AED ready, setting up the patches around her deep compressions.

           “CLEAR.” They all backed away, including her. “SHOCK.”

           His body jolted off the bed. The AED began to charge again and she returned to compressions until they repeated the process. Clear. Shock. CPR. Clear. Shock. CPR.

           8 minutes went by.

           The time was called.

           Spiderman was dead.

           Peter Parker was dead.

           Her husband, her family, was dead.

 ~

           The door into the dark apartment opened. A dark figure silently swept inside. The door shut, was locked, and the light to the kitchen was turned on. It was growing darker, it would need to be changed. Another thing to add to her list.

           She removed her hood, and hung it on a coat rack. Her braided hair rested over her shoulder.

           Her chest holster, welding her guns, was shrugged off and set beside her cape.

           The lower face mask rested on the countertop.

           A bold move, you’d think, walking with all that directly into your apartment complex where anyone could see you. Not only see you, but report you to a crime lord trying to take power. But she had her ways of maneuvering unnoticed.

           The door to her room was half closed and behind it, she changed. When the light flickered on, an unrecognizable woman was sitting on a perfect bed. Perfect in the sense that it looked like it was made for show, and not something that was, or would ever be, slept in.

           The room wasn’t much different. Surfaces were clean. Walls were empty. The dresser had no personality to it. Only the bedside table had personal items on it; two pictures angled towards the bed.

           One was a fuzzy black and white picture. To the untrained eye it looked like nothing special, but she had stared at it enough to know. Or maybe her pain had drafted something that wasn’t there. It was hard to tell at this point.

           Peter always said he could see their baby boy, and he’d trace his fingers right over where he thought the boy was.

           A baby boy that would never be.

           The second picture was a wedding picture. She was all dolled up. Her old profession never allowed her to wear fake nails, but for the day, she had. Red nails, and on her ring finger, which was newly adorned with a wedding band, that fingernail was blue with a little spider on it.

           Peter held her close in that picture, smiling down at her, glowing in his own right. She remembered the look in his eyes and she knew they would make it through anything.

           She thought they would make it through anything.

           They made it through a miscarriage. They mourned. They healed. They got to the point of trying again.

           Five months ago he died.

           Five months ago she became Recluse. She healed the city that raged with his absence. She killed every villain that ever laid a hand on him.

           As a nurse, she practiced under the belief that no matter what the person in front of her had done, she would do her best to stabilize, to heal, to care for them. That part of her seemed like a different person. She thought that part of her had died with her husband.

           And yet, sitting in what was once a shared room, she contemplated returning to that person. Losing the negative outlook on life, where everyone was guilty until proven otherwise. If they were given that chance to prove otherwise, that is.

           Could she do it? She contemplated. Hang up the cape and mask for good, change it out for scrubs and a painted smile, and return to a life entirely different way than this one. Saving instead of killing. Healing instead of hunting. Listening instead of ordering.

           She looked at her ring finger, which had the engagement ring and the wedding band. She rarely took either off. On that finger was a little tattoo of a spider weaving its string, which crawled down to her rings. She got it after they were married so she always had him with her.

          He wouldn’t want her to be like this. 

           Perhaps she could have listened to her better side, the old side that rarely popped out, if her back didn’t straighten, an itch crawling up her spine, the hairs on her covered arms raising. She stood, whirling, just in time for a metal ball to crack through her bedroom window and land on her bed. It was orange and green, and several glowing dots flashed intermittently. Some might even say it resembled a pumpkin.

           She grabbed it and threw. It blew up at her window, and harms radius hit her with the heat of a close range bomb. She flew back and slammed into her wall as the sound of a madman’s laugh reached her ears, a sound that could only be Green Goblin.

           A villain she killed two months ago.

[starrylothcat]

For The Bad Batch Q's 👀

11 Which Batcher are you having a sleepover with? (painting nails, gossiping, watching movies, the whole shebang)

13 Which Batcher would you have crushed on in high school? (Not who you’re crushing on now, unless you genuinely believe your tastes in men are the same)

16 Gush about your favorite Batcher

(With love, @dickarchivist )

ARCHIE!! Thanks for the asks! 😈

11. Oh I’m absolutely having a sleepover with Echo. We would talk shit ALL NIGHT. Echo would be the gossip king. I pin him as the type who says “I don’t like drama” but is high-key eavesdropping on everyone’s business and always has the tea.

13. I would have no NO DOUBT simped crushed on Crosshair. I mean I do now, but it would have been instant attraction in high school. I loved the “bad boys” and all my husbandos crushes were always the dark, emo brooding type. (Gaara from Naruto anybody?)

Not much has changed, though LOL

16. My favorite Batcher 🥹

It has to be Hunter. Brooding (see? I have types), dedicated, is in need of a damn vacation…yes Hunter. He’s so kind and it’s obvious he loves his family and will do anything to keep them safe. He’s just so dreamy. Stud muffin for sure. 💕 I love him and his goofy ass tattoo and his gorgeous locks and his itsy bitsy waist 💋