#but how much better would it be if there were a secret trap-door opening into the real pocket

[elephantbitterhead]

Absolutely demented image from a trend-forecasting company -- although I will admit to being modestly intrigued by the twisted center-back belt loop (not its blue tacking, though).

[hotyanderedaddies]

Spending the Night with Your Yandere Vampire Boyfriend

[Yandere! Vampire x Human! GN Reader]

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You've been with your new boyfriend for a few weeks by now, and things were developing really quickly. Much faster than any of your previous relationships.

Your new boyfriend, whom you playfully call Daddy, recently revealed to you that he's a vampire which was a total shock to you.

Well, maybe you should've caught on when he'd only come around at night when the sun was down, you never saw him eat any food, he seemed to avoid garlic at all costs, and he was super pale... and he had vampire fangs.

A total surprise.

Either way, you weren't too scared when Daddy revealed his "secret" to you.

Daddy is perfect boyfriend, honestly.

Daddy knows all of your likes and dislikes, and even loves all of your hobbies. The two of you share the same interests in books, movies, video games-- everything!

And you better since he spent such a long time following you around, studying your every move. Watching. Waiting.

Daddy is a pure gentleman, always treating you with the upmost respect. He virtually worships the ground you walk on, treating you like you're his precious treasure.

Because you are his. All his. And only his.

Daddy really seemed to walk straight out of a daydream, rescuing you from such a dreary life of working retail and attending boring college classes. He really helped to lift you up, especially after so many of your personal relationships seemed to have tapered off once you'd started college.

He only got rid of those who would try to take you away from him. Honest. He did it all for your relationship.

So when the two of you were on one of your dates at Daddy's house, he suggested that you stay the night (well, the morning). He had some sleep aid that he could give you to help you fall asleep during the day; although, dating a vampire was kind of throwing your sleep schedule out of whack.

At first, you were a little nervous since the two of you hadn't done anything past making out, but with one look at the eager face Daddy had, you melted.

"Sure, Daddy," you smiled.

Daddy's smile stretched out his handsome face, and his vampire fangs even poked out.

He grabbed you by the hand, his cool fingers interlocking with yours, as he led you up the stairs to the bedroom. You've never been up to his bedroom since the two of you almost never made it past the couch, so you were a little excited--

The bedroom door swung open and in the middle of the room was the "bed".

"A c-coffin?" you stuttered, your stomach falling to the floor.

"Of course, Darling," Daddy chuckled, dragging you closer to the coffin. "I'm a vampire after all. What did you think I slept in?"

"A bed...?"

"But then how would I keep the sunlight off me?"

...oh.

The coffin seemed to be standard-sized (you've been to one or two funerals, so they weren't completely unfamiliar to you), and it was lined with a clean, white satin that looked incredibly soft to the touch.

But it was a coffin!

And your frantic human brain couldn't help but associate it with death! Hell no, you weren't getting in that thing!

"Um, Daddy?" you mumbled, uncertainty drenching your small voice. "M-maybe we could rush to my apartment to use my bed and I'll put up some curtains?"

Daddy's smile disappeared, quickly being replaced with a deep frown. He narrowed his red eyes in your direction, tightening the grip he had on your hand.

"We won't make it before the sun rises," he growled, his voice deep and curt. "Now, get in our coffin."

When you hesitated, Daddy lost his patience, wrapping both of his steel arms around you. The vampire was much stronger than you are, so he had absolutely no problem forcing you into the tight confines of the small coffin.

Daddy crawled inside right after you, grabbing the lid and slamming it down with a bang. An audible click sounded out, and you were trapped in the dark coffin.

You couldn't see a thing thanks to how dark it was.

The coffin was so compact that you could feel multiple sides-- the back pressed against you and was rather soft, but you could also feel the one of the sides and the top touching you. It was enclosed all around you, trapping you, leaving almost no room for you to even move or wiggle around.

You could barely move.

You could barely breathe.

But there was a cold, hard feature inside the coffin with you, and it snaked both of its large arms around you and roughly yanked you into it.

Daddy buried his nose in your air and moaned loudly as he inhaled your scent.

"Calm down, Darling," he cooed. "Daddy's here. Daddy's got you."

Your heart raced in your chest and you felt dizzy from your panicked hyperventilating.

"It's okay, my sweet darling," Daddy continued to whisper into your ear, keeping you trapped against him. "I know it's a bit of an adjustment, but it'll be worth it, I promise."

He pressed his cool lips against your forehead.

You tried to squirm away, but he was tight against your front and the side of the coffin was tight against your back.

There was no room to move away.

At all.

You're trapped.

"Get some sleep, Darling," Daddy yawned. "I love you."

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM BILLIE EILISH'S HIT ME HARD AND SOFT *  assorted lines from the album, some slightly adapted, adjust as necessary

baby, i think you were made for me.

i wish you the best for the rest of your life.

i need to confess, i told you a lie.

you were the love of my life.

i can't fall in love with you.

i see the way you want me.

i gotta be careful, gotta watch what i say.

god, i hope it all goes away.

did i break your heart?

you're just so sweet.

i don't need to breathe when you look at me.

keep it brief.

you seem so paranoid.

if this is how i die, that's all right.

open up the door for me.

i just want you to touch me.

i've never paid this much attention to you, ever.

i want you to stay.

i'll love you 'til the day i die.

i want you to see how you look to me.

you're so full of shit.

if you go, i'm going too.

we should stick together.

did you take my love away from me?

i never did you wrong.

fell in love for the first time with a friend.

it's a good time.

you told me it was war.

if it's forever, it's even better.

i don't know what i'm crying for.

call me when you're there.

i bought you something rare.

it's a craving, not a crush.

people say i look happy.

the old me is still me and maybe the real me.

i think she's pretty.

can you open up the door?

am i acting my age now?

i'll run a shower for you like you want.

if i'm allowed, i'll help you take them off.

bring that over here.

i need to be alone now, i'm taking a break.

am i already on the way out?

when i step off the stage, i'm a bird in a cage.

you said i was your secret.

the internet is hungry for the meanest kind of funny.

do you still cry?

i loved you for so long.

i could eat that girl for lunch.

tastes like she might be the one.

i don't know why i called.

i don't know you at all.

i could never get enough.

you need a seat? i'll volunteer.

i'm interested in more than just being your friend.

do you know how to bend?

when i come back around, will i know what to say?

there's a part of me that recognizes you.

do you feel it, too?

when you told me it was serious, were you serious?

they tell me it's all been a trap.

no, don't say that.

did i waste your time?

i tried to be there for you.

you said you'd never fall in love again because of me.

i love you, don't act so surprised.

things fall apart and time breaks your heart.

i wasn't there, but i know.

you don't need to remind me.

i should put it all behind me, shouldn't i?

did i cross the line?

good things don't last.

life moves so fast.

every time you touch me, i just wonder how she felt.

i know you didn't mean to hurt me, so i kept it to myself.

i'm trying my best to keep you satisfied.

you don't wanna know how alone i've been.

we don't have to fight when it's not worth fighting for.

you don't wanna know what i would've done.

i loved you and i still do.

just wanted passion from you.

it's not my fault, i did what i could.

you made it so hard like i knew you would.

after i left, it was obvious.

we're so glad it's over now.

say you miss me.

don't be afraid of me.

please don't call the cops.

bet i could change your life.

i tried to save you, but i failed.

i hope you'll read it this time.

i left a calling card so they would know that it was me.

i memorized your number.

if something happens to him, you can bet that it was me.

i'd like to mean it when i say i'm over you.

i thought we were the same.

he never learned to sympathize with anyone.

i don't blame you, but i can't change you.

it's over now.

[atlasscrumpit]

Hannibal/Will x Reader

He was an addiction, he knew well enough what he did to you and he enjoyed every second of it.

Will had warned you over and over, but it was too late, you were trapped in Hannibal's web of obsession and sickly desires.

Will sat across from Hannibal, staring him down.

"I don't know what your plan is here, but it shouldn't involve Y/N. She is young and naive." Will grumbled making Hannibal chuckle softly.

"She's lonely and vulnerable, I merely want to take care of her." He responded making Will scoff and roll his eyes.

"You enjoy that she is naive and relies on you, until one day you'll shatter her heart and kill her." He growled, Hannibal tilted his head with a smirk.

"You think I would kill something as beautiful as her? I just wish to sculpt her into the best person she can be. She's a very smart young woman and could be very useful to me." Hannibal replied, Will's eyes darkened as he glared at his 'friend.'

"You're taking advantage of her and you know it." Will warned, his voice low.

"You don't know her like I do, she's fragile... A wilting flower, to anyone else they would just leave her to whither away." Hannibal spoke, his voice smooth with barely any emotion like usual.

"So, you would rather manipulate her then let her live her life?" He asked making Hannibal smile again.

"She wasn't going to make it past college, she was on the edge when I found her, one day away from suicide. Much like you were, Will." Hannibal mocked as Will's jaw tightened.

It wasn't a secret that Hannibal liked to collect broken things.

"Excuse me for trying to save someone from the same fate I suffered." He grumbled as Hannibal stood up and moved towards Will.

He reached down and tilted his chin up.

"Do I sense some jealously, Mr. Graham?" He teased, Will's eyes glaring into his very soul.

"I'm not jealous of her, I'm worried for her." He replied, doing his best to keep his anger in check.

"How sweet..." Hannibal muttered studying Will's face.

They both heard a noise and turned to see you coming around the corner.

"Y/N?" Will questioned, he hadn't been aware you were here.

"Hey, Will... Is everything okay?" You asked glancing at Hannibal as he offered you a soft smile.

"Everything is perfect, my dear. I was just comforting Will after a hard day. Are you all set up in your new room?" Hannibal asked, letting go of Will's face.

Will looked between you and Hannibal in confusion.

"New room?" He questioned as you smiled and sat across from Will.

"Yeah... There was a fire at the dorms, mine has the worst damage so Hannibal offered to let me stay here." You explained as Will glanced at Hannibal.

"A fire... How unfortunate." He grumbled as Hannibal smiled innocently.

"Yes, very unfortunate. But, Y/N is lucky to have us in her life to help her out. Isn't that right, Will?" Hannibal said.

"Very lucky." Will said, a slight scowl on his face as you smiled and sat beside him.

"At least I can spend some more time with you guys... Plus, Hannibal feeds me a lot better then I feed myself. I'll take his cooking over microwave meals any day." You said with a chuckle making Hannibal smile.

"Exactly, you deserve a lot better than some measly microwave meals." He said, mischief in his eyes as he looked at you

Will wanted to scream at you to run while you still could, but he knew it was too late.

After all this is exactly what had been done to him.

--

That night you sat up in bed doing some sketching when your door opened and you saw Will.

"Oh, hey. I didn't think you were still here." You said with a smile as you put your sketchbook down.

"He's lying, Y/N. You're a smart girl, so either you're not as smart as I thought or there's something else going on." Will said as you looked at him and sighed a little.

"I knew... I know he set that fire." You muttered making Will shake his head and sit on the side of your bed.

"Then why are you staying here?" He grumbled and you looked at him and hugged your knees to your chest.

"I've never had someone care about me like he does." You whispered, Will looker at you sadly.

"Y/N, you have to get out while you still can. You know what he is capable of." He said as you sighed.

"Maybe I'm capable all the same..." You replied.

"No, you aren't. Do not go down this path, do you hear me?" He warned as you sighed and rested your head on your knees.

"You know what he did to Abigail. She trusted him and he killed her as if it were nothing. You need to run." He growled as you looked at him again.

"There's a difference between Abigail and I. She hated herself for killing... I embraced it." You said as he looked at you in confusion.

"Y/N, what the hell did you do?" He asked in shock.

"I set the fire. I was also the one who killed my professor and my roommate, and my father, and my two sisters." You replied as he stared at you in shock.

"What?" He muttered as you smiled.

"You're lucky I like you Will, I like you and Hannibal together. You're like the fathers I never had..." Your face darkened.

"Don't fucking ruin this for me, don't ruin my family." You growled, as Will finally the real you behind the innocent girl you had been playing.

"Why not be truthful to Hannibal? Hannibal of all people would be happy to know you're a killer." He said as you smiled, the innocent facade coming back.

"We both know he knows, Hannibal is smart. But, we both like to play the part of the protective daddy and the innocent little girl." You said with a sickly sweet smile.

"Seems your perfect for each other after all."

[natalievoncatte]

Lena could feel the weight in her hand. A little extra swing in her fist as she walked, sending a jolt up her arm as she jogged up the steps to Kara’s apartment. She’d decided to walk today, to clear her head a little as she went to see her best friend. She had a lot on her mind lately- usual Luthor stuff like defusing random death traps that Lex left behind, fending off attempts to dethrone her as CEO and challenge her status as he brother’s heir, and cures for intractable diseases and solutions for the energy crisis and thorny ethical issues around the advance project department’s latest AI experiments… and Kara.

Kara was on her mind. She had a way of sneaking into Lena’s mind at the most inopportune moments, like a board meeting, or a symposium, or her TED talk. It was really a TEDx talk; the organization wasn’t *quite* ready to invite Lena to the real deal, no matter how many photo ops she did with Supergirl or cancer research facilities she paid for. That didn’t stop Kara from following her around saying “thanks for listening to my Ted talk” for three weeks after the fact.

She had been thinking about Kara so much that it had finally been noticed. Sam flew in from Metropolis earlier that week for a catch up lunch, and as usual, after business was handled they shared a bottle of wine and things grew informal.

“Lena,” Sam said. “I’ve been talking for five minutes and you’ve been holding that glass of rosé and staring at it for the entire time. What’s going on?”

Lena almost dropped the glass when she heard her name. “Oh, right. Yes. Wine.”

She took a sip, hoping Sam would drop her question, but she persisted.

“I know that look. You were miles away. What is it? Did the cure for cancer pop into your head?”

“No,” Lena said. “It’s nothing, I was just lost in thought.”

“Mmm,” said Sam. “I’m sure.”

“What?”

Sam smiled enigmatically and finished her wine. “I’d better get going. I’m taking a red eye back to Metropolis.”

“Sam, you’re flying on a Lexcorp charter. It doesn’t work that way.”

Sam snorted and left Lena sitting there, wondering what that was about. Of course she’d been daydreaming about Kara, about her hands specifically- she’d nodded off last weekend and woke to see Kara at her ease, brow furrowed and hands moving wildly as she painted something. Lena had remained still and watched, fascinated by Kara’s hands, the skill and dexterity she showed.

It was that day that Kara had passed her the key she now carried in her hand. A key to Kara’s apartment. Unfettered access. Lena didn’t have to knock (she would anyway) and could stop by when Kara wasn’t even there. She hadn’t said anything but she’d been holding back tears the entire ride home; Lena had no problems with *access*, but trust was another matter. That was what the key was. It was a talisman of trust, Kara’s confidence in her given form.

Lena did knock before she turned the key and swung the door open. She was expected, but part of her worried that Kara wouldn’t be alone. It seemed odd to Lena that Kara hadn’t started dating again- her best friend had taken the whole Mon-El thing very poorly, and it was bizarre to begin with, so Lena understood why she’d stay single for a while, but it had been years.

Years of kindling a soft, secret hope, a desire so fragile and so brittle that Lena rarely dared think of it, afraid that the tiniest brush of longing would crumble it and with it break something inside her permanently.

The apartment smelled like cookies. Burnt cookies. Kara was in the kitchen, brow furrowed, bent in concentration over a cookbook, eyes darting to a mixing bowl. Foul smelling attempted cookies practically filled the garbage can.

“Hey,” Kara said, cheerfully. She gave Lena a soft, gentle smile that seemed only for her, and brushed a loose gold curl from her eyes. “You’re early.”

“I wanted more Kara time,” said Lena. “I was hoping to get a few minutes alone with you before the few shows up. Just us.”

Kara looked at her curiously, then turned to her project.

“I can’t get this right. I cream the sugar like it says, but they keep coming out wrong.”

Lena moved closer, stopping her hand from seeking the small of Kara’s back. When she saw the carton of cream on the counter, she busted out laughing so hard she snorted.

“What?” said Kara.

“Darling, you don’t put actual cream in it. Here, let me help you.”

For the next half hour, Lena and Kara made cookie dough, laboriously, by hand. Every step brought them closer together, literally. By the time they were scooping out evenly sized blobs of it together, they were hip to hip, both floured and sugared, hands greasy with butter.

“I’ll pop them in the oven,” said Kara. “You go clean up and relax.”

“Alright,” Lena said.

She ended up on the couch. Game night would begin hours later, and Lena turned on a nature documentary. (She had her own distinct username on Kara’s Netflix.)

Lena must have dozed off, because the alarm on the oven, along with a warm, pleasant, homey smell, woke her up. She padded on her stocking feet into the kitchen to see how the cookies came out.

Kara had already taken them out and was holding the tray, hot from the oven. Something was off. It nagged at Lena’s mind.

Then it hit her. Kara seemed to realize at the same time.

She wasn’t wearing oven mitts. No heating pad. Not even a dish towel. Kara was holding the hot tray, fresh from the oven, in her bare hands.

Lena yelped. “Kara! You’ll burn yourself!”

Kara started to move. A cry rose on her lips, then died. She stared at Lena with such softness, her eyes full of hesitation, but more than that, a kind of longing that echoed Lena’s own soul.

“I’m tired of lying to you,” Kara said, still holding the tray. “It doesn’t hurt. I can barely feel it.”

They stood for a frozen moment that lasted an eternity, the truth just on the wrong side of revealing itself. Lena already knew, but she didn’t want to acknowledge it. Say it.

“You’re Supergirl,” Lena whispered, soft and breathy.

Kara nodded, starting to choke up. She put the tray down almost violently and stepped back.

“I’ll understand if you need time, if you’re angry, if you don’t want to continue our friendship-“

She didn’t finish her ramble. Lena crossed the space between them in three quick steps, firmly took Kara’s face between her palms, and kissed her.

Pure terror gripped her. What if she was wrong? What if this was a mistake? Why wasn’t Kara moving, responding, reacting?

That question responded when hands that could crush diamonds moved her her body with surpassing tenderness, turning the awkward kiss into something more, Kara guiding Lena as their bodies molded together and Kara kissed her back with hopeful desperation, drawing it out as if she was afraid to let it end for fear it might never be repeated.

It was, intimately and immediately. Lena was shocked but pleased when Kara let Lena push her back against the counter, bending her back lightly, almost climbing her. Kara almost shocked Lena when her hand slid up her side and found her breast even as Lena grabbed a double handful of steely buns and squeezed.

Then someone coughed and they jerked apart.

Alex stood by the door, arms folded.

“I’m going to go ahead and text the others so they know game night is cancelled,” she said, smirking. “Next time, hang a sock on the doorknob or something.”

“This is my house,” said Kara.

Alex rolled her eyes. “I’m leaving now.”

As the door slammed shut, and Alex could plainly be heard blurting, “Jesus Christ,” Lena turned back to Kara.

“Should we talk?” she said, her voice small. “What is this? What are we doing?”

Kara swallowed, hard. “What do you want it to be, Lena?”

Lena couldn’t answer. She just stared.

“I know what I want it to be,” said Kara. “I want us to be an us. I’m so tired of wanting you so bad it hurts, but being scared to touch you a certain way or look too long or too openly or be afraid I’ll say the wrong thing. I’m tired of hiding so much from you.”

Lena licked her lips.

“The truth is, I’ve wanted you for years.”

Kara’s gorgeous eyes lit up with unbridled delight, and with shocking quickness, Kara had Lena in a bridal carry. Lena instinctively curled up in her arms, practically wrapping herself around Kara’s body.

“What do you want to do now?” said Kara. “I don’t know how to do this part, Lena.”

Lena smiled. “I think what you do now is carry me back in the bedroom and cream your sugar.”

“You want to make more cookies? Why… oh.”

“Oh indeed,” said Lena.

Lena didn’t make a habit of it, but this one time, she let Kara talk her into cookies for breakfast.

[thefiery-phoenix]

CONSEQUENCES (YANDERE HANGYUL BAEK X READER X YANDERE EUGENE)

Two psychopaths in the entire series lol, far worse than serial killers

You felt like you were going insane and losing your mind trapped with Hangyul and Eugene, you despised them for stealing you from your life and your family. You regretted the day you ever met them and if you could change the time and course of your actions, you'd do that but unfortunately, the time and tide doesn't wait for anyone. You hated the way how Eugene and Hangyul coordinated with each other and found out everything about you and even had Eugene's brother Yuseong spy on you and give them daily updates on what happened in your life. By the time you found out about the secret cameras they installed in your room and in your own house, you felt sick to the core. You felt like screaming and slapping them across the face for doing something that repulsive to you. You knew it would be a stupid idea to contact the police, you knew what these psychopaths were capable of and the last thing you needed was for them to ruin your life further. Even though you found out what Hangyul Baek did in his hospital and found out about his secret of trapping people in cells where they never saw the light of day again, sometimes you felt like that would be a far better option than having to endure Eugene and Hangyul on a daily basis

You got down from the bed and walked into the living room, the dim lights and opulent furniture along with the beige walls and the carpets would have given you a homely feeling and looked aesthetically pleasing to the eye since you remembered saving tons of pins like this on your Pinterest boards, you had no idea how far these lunatics would go and they actually ended up furnishing the living room to your liking. You'd honestly be flattered if you weren't kidnapped and if you didn't feel like a freaking hostage. You looked around the room cautiously trying to detect any movement as you heaved a soft sigh of relief to yourself. Those lunatics weren't around, perhaps you could try leaving. You mapped out an escape route for yourself, the door was a bad idea since it had a digital lock that could only be opened from the outside and no doubt they both used some kind of high tech level security to prevent you from opening the door. The window was a no go for you as well since they were smart enough to have iron bars on the windows. But the balcony was a good shot, you knew there was a ledge down the balcony and if you could just manage to get down to the ledge and be a bit careful in climbing the pipeline to the ground, you'd be able to escape! You felt an adrenaline rush course through your veins as you felt a surge of excitement, something you hadn't felt in since a long time and you rushed to the balcony door and tried to open it but no avail. You grumbled under your breath and looked around for a way to break open the balcony door, unaware of the secret cameras that were watching your every move and action. The walls did indeed have eyes and ears

"How adorable, she's trying to escape'' said Hangyul as he chuckled and showed the footage of you trying to open the balcony door on his laptop to Eugene who had an amused smirk plastered across his face. The both of them shared the same look of malice glinting in their eyes and the way they had a sadistic smirk on their faces as they watched you trying to open the balcony door of fruitlessly. "What a naive little thing she is...she doesn't know we're watching her every move. But I'm rather hurt you know, we did so much for her and yet she feels like running away like the naughty little girl she is'' said Eugene as he sighed and had an expression of mock sadness on his face. "You don't actually think she'll leave...do you?" asked Hangyul as he looked at Eugene with a stoic look on his face. Eugene simply chuckled and shook his head. "You have the habit of worrying too much...but she won't. We won't allow that to happen... and our little sweetheart needs to know about the consequences of her actions as well'' said Eugene as his smile disappeared and a dark look crossed his face. Hangyul's expression darkened as he narrowed his eyes at the mere thought of you escaping from them, a thought both of them never wanted to entertain. Now that the very thought of you wanting to leave them was forming in your head, they had to squash it and nip it in the bud before it would get too out of hand. "Let's give our little sweetheart a surprise visit'' winked Hangyul as Eugene let out an amused chuckle as the both of them were on their way back to the residence where you lived with them

Meanwhile you were still trying to find something to break open the balcony door with so you could escape. After a few moments of fumbling around, you finally managed to get the balcony's sliding door open as you heaved a sigh of relief and you peered downwards to see if it would be safe for you to jump. It wasn't too steep but wasn't exactly too close either, you could manage, you just had to be careful. The last thing you needed was for you to end up with a broken ankle or some broken bones which would prevent you from escaping from these psychopaths who held you hostage for so long that you lost your sense of time. You entered the balcony area and as soon as you got ready to jump, you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and pull you back inside as another hand closed the balcony door shut again and you felt the hope die inside you. You were so close, yet so hopelessly far away from your freedom. You looked at Eugene and Hangyul with a resentful expression on your face as they both stared back at you with cold and stern expressions, their usual smirks long gone

"Why would you attempt to do such a foolish thing, my dear?' asked Eugene, his voice was soft yet his tone and the look on his face indicated that he wasn't playing games with you at the moment. "You're quite the foolish little thing you know...you could have gotten hurt. We're supposed to take care of you and love you and this is what you do. You need some disciplining sweetheart'' said Hangyul as he stared at you with his soul piercing stare which sent shivers and chills down your spine. The fact that they weren't smiling anymore indicated that they were really pissed off and you felt a cold sense of dread settle inside you. "I...I wanted some fresh air'' you mumbled lamely as you fidgeted nervously. You mentally cursed yourself for uttering such a silly excuse, you felt like you should have come up with something better but the severity of the situation didn't ease your nerves

"Tsk tsk...sweetheart, you know I hate liars'' said Eugene as he narrowed his eyes at you and he lifted your chin with his index finger to make you look at his cold stern gaze which didn't calm your nerves any. "You know...we do so much for you and yet you behave like a little brat. You need to be punished. You need to learn that there are consequences for your actions sweetheart'' said Hangyul as a sickly smile was plastered across his face which made the bile rise to your throat. "Wh...what do you mean?" you asked them as your heart raced madly and hammered wildly out of pure fear from their words. You felt your blood run cold, this was the first time you've known fear as you stood in front of two monsters who were very much capable of making people's lives hell. "Don't fret for now, naive darling...just rest. Everything will be clear soon'' cooed Eugene as you felt a prick in your neck and you could feel your vision and consciousness reducing. The last thing you remembered was them kissing your cheek before you managed to fully black out in their arms

You woke up a few hours later and you instantly knew they'd injected some kind of sedative to make you feel drowsy and weak. You could still feel the after effects which made you groggy but you were still able to decipher and comprehend what was going on around you and needless to say, you were not liking the situation one bit. "Ah...how wonderful, you're awake my dear...now, we know you might have been feeling a bit lonely and bored, which is why we'll play a nice game. A fun one which we think you might enjoy'' said Hangyul with a smile on his face, that didn't match the sadistic gleam shining in his eyes. "What do you mean?" you asked hesitantly as you looked at them with fear in your eyes. They both loved the way your pretty soft lips quivered in fright from the mere sight of them, it gave them such a rush of power as they found it rather endearing and adorable

They led you to the living room and made you sit in between them on the couch as they switched on the TV and 3 of your best friends were in a white room, blindfolded and gagged and tied up as your eyes widened in horror. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? LET THEM GO!" you screeched on top of your lungs as you glared at both of them. "You look so adorable when you try to be intimidating my dear, but you need to understand that your actions have consequences...'' cooed Hangyul as he had a sickly grin on his face and stroked your hair gently. "You know...I've always despised your pathetic little friends. They're like flies you know...but I don't really blame them for wanting to be around you, your personality is sweeter than honey...of course, we aren't really THAT heartless either, my dear...'' said Eugene as he smirked at you. "We'll give you a choice, since we're feeling...merciful at the moment. We simply cannot stand seeing you so upset...'' whispered Hangyul as his lips teasingly brushed against the nape of your neck

"What choice?" you asked as you raised a brow apprehensively. You REALLY did NOT like where this was going. "A choice for you to save one of those annoying little pathetic friends of yours. Which friend is more dear to you? Which friend would you be willing to save to be able to sacrifice the other two insignificant little pests'' asked Eugene as his smirk widened when he saw you squirm and look uncomfortable at the situation. They both loved it when you started squirming and felt pleased that they had such an effect on you. "Are you both insane? I won't choose between my friends! Please, let them go! They have families, they have their lives to live for! I'm the one who should be punished, I'll accept whatever punishment you give me but leave them alone'' you pleaded with a desperate expression on your face. "How endearing, you have such a noble heart...'' laughed Hangyul as his tone was laced with slight mockery and amusement. "How noble indeed but no, my dear. They've also had the audacity to get close to you and look at you and be with you...time's running out my dear. Choose before we choose for you. Tick...tock...'' said Eugene as he held your hand in his while you stared at the TV screen in front of you with tears streaming down your face, the fates of your dear friends lives resting in your hands

"Please don't do this...please...I'm begging you'' you whispered as you sniffed and more tears ran down your face. "You need to learn your lesson my dear. Now choose'' said Eugene with a slightly stern voice as you shook your head. "Not to worry then, we'll pick for you'' spoke Hangyul as he pulled out a remote and pressed the number 3 on it. The room in which your friends were trapped in glowed red as the number 3 was visible on the wall. A few men with masks grabbed one of your friends and twisted your friend's neck and you could literally hear the sound of their bones snapping before they fell down to the ground limp and lifeless. "NO!" you screamed as you flailed around and tried to escape from their strong grasp but no avail. "Please let them go! Please...'' you pleaded as your tears continued to flow. "Awww...darling don't cry...this is for your own good you know'' whispered Hangyul as he kissed your tears away and Eugene caressed your other cheek with his cold fingers in a nimble manner

Eugene pressed another button on the remote as the room glowed 1 and you could see the men in the masks drag your other friend and they pulled out sharp knives and stabbed your friend till the ground was covered in a crimson pool of your dead friend's blood while you watched on with horror, angry at yourself for being so pathetic that you couldn't save your friends from their deaths. "You...you said you'd spare one at least. Please just spare the last'' you pleaded weakly, hoping against hope that they'd concede and give in. "Hm...let us think about it for a moment'' mumbled Hangyul as he tapped his chin playfully as Eugene spoke "I don't think they really deserve it though...would you like to do the honor?" asked Eugene as he handed the remote to Hangyul. You tried to snatch the remote from his hand as Eugene restrained you by pulling you onto his lap and caged your body with his arms while you struggled to free yourself from him. The button was pressed and the last of your friends fell down to the ground lifeless and dead as a single bullet to the forehead painted the ground of that room with the spilled blood of your dear friends

You sat there still and motionless as you just witnessed the deaths of your dearest friends and hated that you were powerless to stop it from happening as silent tears streamed down your cheeks and you trembled slightly. "We would never hurt you my love...I hope you've understood your lesson now and the consequences of your actions...'' whispered Eugene as they both kissed your cheeks, sealing your fate to be with them forever....

[secret-moonstruck]

ONLY MINE | K.SN

Weekly challenge: obsession (secret-moonstruck & callmemonster68)

— Pairing: sunoo x fem!reader | (Masterlist)

— Synopsis: She was completely dependent on him, suddenly everything seemed like a lie. Was there really love?

— Genre: light smut, angst.

— Warnings: unprotected sex, cum inside, making out.

Y/N thought her life was ruined, a lonely life trapped in a sham marriage.

When she arrived at that perfect-looking house she could see her destiny being drawn, she could feel that from now on her life would no longer be her own.

She could no longer hold back her tears when Sunoo entered her room. Seeing her crying he approached her, sitting on her bed, he dried her tears. His touch was gentle, his eyes never left hers, he wanted Y/N to see that she had nothing to fear.

- I know it may be difficult, but I promise I will do everything to make you feel good. - He said touching her face. - This marriage will not be a prison.

Day by day Y/N found herself becoming more and more dependent on Sunoo, the way he treated her as if she were his most precious possession, the way he always took care of her with so much love.

Y/N wondered where this came from, how could he act so affectionate if they didn't even know each other? They were two strangers until a few days ago, how could he treat her as if he had known and loved her for so long?

But that kind of thing didn't matter, all she could feel was how warm each sweet word made her feel. How even without being invasive, his subtle touches made her feel loved.

Even their first kiss took a while to happen, he always prioritized making her feel good.

There were several situations in which they were so comfortable with each other, sometimes watching together, while he hugged her, or held her hand, Y/N felt like she belonged there, with him.

The first time they kissed, it was Y/N who took the initiative. He had arrived happy because little by little his business was separating from that of his families.

He hugged her happily, everything about him made her feel good, his perfume, the heat of his body, the way she felt protected in his arms. When he released her, his smile slowly faded noticing her gaze on him, he could see that Y/N was fighting something. When he smiled again, but this time more warmly, she threw any fear away, her hands wrapping around his shirt, pulling him towards her. Their lips finally touching, Y/N could feel all of his emotions, how he loved her beyond what she could imagine, how he wanted her so deeply. He could also feel how Y/N had completely surrendered to him, how there was nothing else in the world besides the two of them.

The kiss became more and more intense, his warm hand on your face, while the other firmly held your waist, pulling you closer and closer to his body. Before she went too far, he pulled away, still holding her. As much as he wanted her, he couldn't let himself get carried away, he didn't want to rush things, he knew that Y/N was already his.

Sunoo kept her promise, Y/N didn't feel that marriage was a prison, on the contrary, she felt happy, free, loved, she couldn't wish for anything better. She could feel the perfect life the two of them would have together.

Y/N was in the library which also served as Sunoo's office. She was looking for a book, when she found it it was at the top of the shelf, she had to use a ladder to get it and it was still difficult, when she pulled it, a box that was on the side fell, papers and photos scattering across the floor. room.

With shaking hands Y/N gathered the photos that were scattered around... she was so confused that she didn't see when Sunoo arrived.

He found it strange, Y/N always welcomed him happily when he arrived, he felt something was wrong when he noticed the library door open.

Y/N was sitting on the floor surrounded by papers and photos. Sunoo froze for a moment before entering the library trying to get her out of the mess, her eyes full of tears.

- Tell me it's not true? Tell me you didn't deceive me, you didn't manipulate me. - She said pushing his hands away.

Sunoo looked at the floor, hundreds of photos of Y/N from long before they met, evidence that he used to threaten to destroy her family's company, evidence of how they just sold her, caring little about her.

- Listen Y/N, please, it's not that.  - He pulled her into a hug. - I love you, that's all that matters. I didn't do anything to harm her. I just…I…needed you, I needed to see you happy, I needed to have you with me.

Y/N pushed him making him release her, she looked into his eyes and was scared, all she saw was obsession, she felt as if everything she thought was love was manipulation. She was confused, hurt, scared, feeling betrayed.

Without thinking about anything, Y/n ran out of the house. It took her a while to realize how heavy it was raining, how her dress was too thin to be in that weather, how cold it was. 

The streets were deserted, it was late, Y/N didn't know where to go, she thought about going to her family's house, but if before she already felt betrayed because they made her get married for business, now knowing that they sold her to hide their rot made everything worse. She had no one, all she had was Sunoo, and he also deceived her, she felt like an idiot, alone, with nothing.

Y/N was huddled in front of a store crying, shivering from the cold, she didn't understand why even though she was so hurt, she kept thinking about how Sunoo normally would be hugging, how warm and comfortable it would be.

Sunoo's heart ached when he found Y/N in that state, everything he did was to protect her, everything to get to this, now he was the one hurting her. He got out of his car and ran to her.

When Y/N felt hands on her arms making her stand up she was scared, but as soon as he hugged her she felt it and realized it was Sunoo. She should have pushed him away, but she couldn't, not when she felt the familiar warmth and comfort of his embrace.

- Forgive me Y/N, I was supposed to protect you and I ended up hurting you. - He was crying while apologizing. - Come here, let's talk at home, you can hate me but don't torture me by hurting yourself.

- How did you find me? - It was the first thing Y/N asked during the trip.

She noticed that he was silent for a while, he seemed afraid to tell her.

- Your necklace.  - He was afraid she would get even angrier. - I'm sorry, it wasn't anything strange, it's just…in case something happened. 

When they got home, Sunoo insisted that she should take a shower and warm up, but she didn't want to, not until he explained everything.

The first time he saw her, it was at a company party, she didn't do anything in particular, it was just her presence that made him stay all night watching her, how she was obviously bored, how she never had her glass empty and occupied his time by going to the table to eat something, just to walk around and be there again.

After that he asked his father who the girl was, when he found out who she was he tried to find out the places she frequented, her favorite cafe, the bookstore she spent hours in, the stores she liked, every detail about her routine he learned from the few. Occasionally taking another photo of her. 

His life started to revolve around Y/N. He knew how lonely she was, how sad she always seemed when it was time to return to the solitude of her home. More than a year passed like this, he just watched her from afar, without ever trying to get closer.

Until the day he heard his father talking about how Y/N's family company was getting involved with a dirty company while they were trying to grow, in addition to several illegal things they were doing, they were planning to marry her off to the old owner of that company.

Sunoo was angry, he would never let them do that to her. As soon as he found out, he found a way to get evidence against her family. He needed to do something, the idea of ​​seeing her being given to another man sickened him. He went to Y/N's family and threatened them.

- If you want to exchange it for money then give it to me. You don't want Let your rot be exposed, right? Do you want a marriage in exchange for power? So my family can provide this, is connection and fame for your company enough?

And so the exchange was made, it was the way Sunoo he thought to protect your little obsession. Even if she didn't love him, he could have her by his side always.

Y/N remained silent as he told her everything. Sunoo was afraid of his reaction.

- Why didn't you ever tell me? - Y/N's expressionless face made him nervous.

- I didn't think it was necessary, that was in the past, it would hurt you. - He moved on the couch, approaching her, holding her face.. - Only I wanted you focus in us, nothing that would make her good. I'm sorry.

Y/N closed her eyes at his touch, she wasn't angry or anything like that. She understood, he loved her and wanted to protect her.

And she felt exactly like that, protected, he never did anything to hurt her, he always cared for her, he always loved her, even before she met him he was protecting her.

- I really love you. - He said, getting closer and closer to her. - Forgive me Y/N.

Y/N thought for a moment, what did he do wrong? Was it weird to remain silent for so long? It was, but if it weren't for that she would have been given to a disgusting old man, her life ruined. But instead, she had everything she could dream of with the man she loved. She couldn't hate him.

- I love you too Sunoo. - As he said that, Y/N kissed him.

They had already kissed several times, but this time it was different. He wanted her to know that he was sincere about loving her, that she could trust him. She wanted him to know that she loved him too, that she trusted him unconditionally and belonged completely to him.

The room suddenly felt too hot, as Sunoo pulled her into his lap, his lips never leaving hers. Their wet clothes becoming a nuisance when they wanted to feel more of each other.

- You're freezing. - Sunoo said as his warm hands roamed Y/N's cold thighs. - Better take it off.

He pulled up the wet dress that was clinging to Y/N's body, then took off his own wet shirt, before kissing her again.

His hand firmly holding your waist, pulling you closer and closer to him, while the other wandered over your body, causing goosebumps. Y/N's hands stuck in his hair as she moved on top of him causing friction between them, she could feel him and she wanted more. 

He squeezed Y/N's thigh, his fingers squeezing so tightly marking her, he yearned for her so much, he couldn't help his desire anymore. Standing up with her on his lap, he took her to his room.

When he released her onto the bed he stopped for a moment observing her, so fragile, so beautiful. He smiled thinking how long he waited for this, so long watching her from afar imagining what it would be like to have her for himself, and now she was finally there in front of him, waiting to be touched, to be loved, yearning for him just as he longed for her.

What's left of their clothes now discarded in some corner, Y/N's hands tracing every part of his body as if memorizing every inch of his skin, sighs leaving her lips feeling her sending goosebumps through her body. He held her hand, stopping her before pulling her towards him, his lips touching hers ever so softly.

- I waited so long for this. - His voice was low, covered by desire, between his heavy breathing.

When he kissed her again it was as if the world ceased to exist, his hands traveling all over her body, occasionally pressing his fingers against her soft skin, pulling her more and more towards him, even though their bodies were already glued to each other. .

His lips now on Y/N's neck marking her skin, while his fingers went down to her core, he sighing on her neck when he felt her wetness, how much she craved him. He smiled as he heard the sweet sound coming from her lips as his fingers were inside her.

Sunoo couldn't take it anymore, it was too painful, he wanted her so much. He cupped her face, a silent question in his gaze, which she answered with a smile.

The feeling of finally having her was like a drug, the more of her he had, the more he wanted. Their breathing became heavier and heavier as their bodies moved in sync, so hot against each other. Sunoo's hands holding her as if he feared losing her, while hers were tangled in his hair, as he alternated between Y/N's lips and neck, kissing her as if to remind her how he felt.

When the climax finally reached them, they remained there for a moment, their tired bodies still united, as if they never wanted to leave each other.

After another kiss, which was like a signature that they would always belong to each other, he lay down with her still in his arms. 

She didn't care that he was obsessed with her, because she was obsessed with him too. Nothing would make her give up on him, just as he didn't give up on her.

Next week's challenge: Contamination

[dunmeshi-darlings]

Hey i love your blog thank you for doing these imagines!

Can i request an half dragon beastkin reader x Izutsumi? Maybe they found them chained up somewhere in the dungeon and laios and them set them free?

Of course dear anon, and congratulations on being my first izutsumi focused ask

The dungeon held many secrets in its labyrinthian halls, Secrets of magic ancient and powerful, Secrets of Shady Deals among less than savory criminals, Secrets of viscious monsters, Secrets of life and death, But some secrets....were much darker than others.

As the group was travelling they heard a strange sound, it sounded like a person in trouble so they followed the sound to its source. It was a iron gate in the ground with a chain on it, around the gate were the bodies of various criminals who seemingly had been killed by an orc raid. As chilchuck and izutsumi listened they heard labored breathing and quickly laios broke open the lock on the chain as they opened the door, there eyes widening at what they saw

A beastkin looked up at them, They had hard reptile scales that covered there body, large clawed hands and feet scraped at the stone floor as a large tail moved behind them, large horns adorning the figures head. You looked up squinting your eyes and covering them, it had been so long since you had seen light.

Izutsumi was the first to notice, large chains were wrapped around your limbs and neck keeping you trapped in place. At first nobody moved, afraid that you were some sort of criminal or were dangerous. Laios asking you why you were down here, you explained that the thugs outside kept you chaine dup down here to show off to other people as a freakshow for coin, normally they would be guarding the gate but you heard them get attacked by orcs and they all must have died. You honestly figured you were going to die in this whole, left to starve to death.

Before anyone could react izutsumi grabbed chilchuck and jumped down into the hole. She put the half-foot down and told him to pick the locks on the chains to get you out now! everyone was surprised at how urgent she sounded, marcille asking what was going on with her. She scowls saying she know what its like to be shown off like a freak and she isnt going to let anyone deal with that.

Everyone agrees and chilchuck picks the locks as you feel the weight of the chains slide off you, you stand up showing just how tall you were compared to everyone else, cracking your neck as you breathed a sigh of joy at your newfound freedom. You tell laios your in there debt and want to help them on there adventure to save his sister, and you join them from then on.

You got along well with everyone in the group, of course laios kept asking you questions about being half dragon but you didnt mind. But it was izutsumi you seemed to be the closest with, She often spent her time being near you. The two of you chatting and talking about being beastkin. Her explaining how it was forced on her when she was a little child and cant remember anything before it. Normally she wouldnt talk about this with anyone...but your different, you get what she has been through, and she feels more comfortable with you than anyone else. You put your hand on her shoulder and comfort her telling her that your sorry she has gone through all this, and that hopefully you guys can find a cure for this curse on her.

You two began to grow closer, She moved from sleeping in the same cot as chilchuck to sleeping with you in your cot. Her commenting how your body is alot warmer than chilchuck and your perfect to lay on top of and fall asleep on. Whenever she falls asleep on top of you, you cant help but put one arm around her and drift off to sleep rather quickly, since she started doing this you have never slept better.

Whenever senshi cooks food she is always sneaking the bits she doesnt like into your portions of food, now having a place to dump the veggies she doesnt like. You are always more than happy to eat them for her, and in return you let her have some of the stuff she does like from your food. you two basically sharing food portions together.

The two of you are incredibly protective of each other, any time the group fights a monster you two are close by each other. Fighting in unison and defeating the monsters that the mad mage sends after you. And when either of you gets hurt, the other one cant relax until whoever got hurt is better. Izutsumi tries to play it off, but her tail will constantly flick as she sits next to you as marcille heals you up.

One night when you two are laying together, Izutsumi is up much later than she usually is. You could tell she was tense about something so you ask her if everything is ok. she hesitates for a moment before speaking up. "yeah it is...its better than ok, thats the problem. Ever since i met you i just...ive never felt like this before you know? ive never really cared about anyone else but myself, after all im the only one thats ever been there for me all my life...but its different with you. I cant stop thinking about you, i worry about you when you get hurt...and i hate not being around you. But it makes my chest feel tight and my head fuzzy when im around you and i keep smiling, im not used to this and i dont know what is going on. Im not used to it and...im scared, ive never felt like this and its so weird to me...i really like it..but it feels so weird i just..." She trails off, her tail flittering as she hides her face in your chest, even through her fur you can feel her blush. "i think i really like you...i really like you alot. But im scared, ive never liked anyone like this before and im scared cause im so used to just being by myself that....that the idea of being with another person all the time and relying on another person scares me, but i really want to be with you, even the idea of depending on another person scares me,but if i dont say anything its going to keep eating me alive.." she said looking up at you, You look at her stunned for a moment. This was unlike her, izutsumi was never one to be open about her emotions. She always did what she wanted and didnt care about what anyone else thought, she was a self reliant woman and other than with you she was never really the friendliest person ever. So to see her being so open with her feelings, being open about her fear and being so vulnerable was something you never expected from her.

You squeeze her tight towards you, your tail wrapping up with hers as as you place a soft kiss on her forehead. you tell her that you feel the same about her. That you love her and the idea of being with her is something you have dreamed of, and that you want nothing more than to always be there for her. You promise her that you will always be there for her and she never has to deal with the world by herself anymore.

[the-princess-of-loki]

Satisfaction

Summary: Loki was your partner over a year ago. Since you ended your relationship a parade of lovers passed by and left Loki’s chambers. However, Loki put a spell on you a long time ago that forbids you to sleep with anybody but him. After more than a year without any release, you decide to look for him. After all, it’s just sex. What’s the worst that could happen?

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, graphic descriptions of smut, oral (both), a bit of BDSM if you squint, very explicit stuff, basically.

I groaned in frustration as I turned around in my bed for the millionth time. Again, I couldn’t sleep. Again, my body was betraying me, begging me to get out of bed, use the secret passage and go to Loki’s chambers at the end of the palace’s hall. I cursed mentally at the rune drawn on my left forearm: the culprit of my frustration. When Loki drew it all those years ago, I didn’t complain. After all, I didn’t want to -and still don’t- sleep with anyone else. But I didn’t know that I wouldn’t be able to satisfy myself. If I touched myself -more than once imagining they were Loki’s fingers instead of mine- that sweet moment of release would never come. Why? Well, it seems Loki wanted to be the only one to satisfy me. I bet he didn’t see our break-up coming…or many he did. One could never be sure with him. He’s the God of Mischief, after all.

The circumstances that led to our break-up were complex. Truth to be told, everything is complex when it comes to Loki. We were in Jotunheim; our son had been born two days before. Loki and I were talking about how much he liked testing and bending the limits to his benefit…and that was when he let out -purposefully or not, I still don’t know that- that he liked testing the boundaries in our relationship as well. I don’t know if my pregnancy hormones were still high on me at that moment or not, but I just asked him whether he wanted an “out”. At first, he denied it and told me he was happy just being with me. But he ended up admitting that he did feel trapped in our relationship sometimes. Thus, without further ado, the following morning I grabbed our son, summoned the Bifrost and came back to Asgard.

A year later, Loki came to Asgard -Gods know why. He told me he realised the mistake he had made by letting me go, that he had tried to find me in other people but couldn’t and that he loved me more than anything. He wanted me and our son back; he wanted our family. Of course, I’ve heard rumours about his very active sexual life when we were apart. And it pained me, but I couldn’t blame him. We were apart, he didn’t have any obligations towards me. It wasn’t his fault that I gave him an out of our relationship while loving him with all my being.

I grunted in the darkness of my chambers. It was so typical of me to defend Loki’s every action. I sighed, sitting up straight in my bed. Just the thought of his name made me wet and lustful for him. I could blame the rune for it, but deep inside, I knew better. I needed him. As simple and as complex as that. And I just couldn’t take it any longer.

I stood up and found my satin robe. My heart was thumping in my chest as I put it on and made my way towards the door. Every bone, instinct and rational part of me was screaming at me with a red sign of how bad this idea was. But my libido, in charge of my every movement at the moment, shut them all up. I didn’t want to think, I wanted to feel.

I took a deep breath when I reached the end of the long hall in Asgard’s Golden Palace. I lifted a trembling hand and knocked on Loki’s door before opening it ever so slightly to peep inside. Loki was half sitting half lying on his bed. His long and strong legs crossed at his ankles, his bare chest barely moving with his relaxed breathing, an old, leather-covered book in his big, strong, sexy hands. My breath got stuck in my throat when I saw him licking one of his very tempting, long fingers before turning the page. And I was undone, right there.

I entered his chambers, closing the door behind me before I walked towards his side of the huge bed we used to share. Loki left the book on his bedside table and then looked at me. I mean, he really looked at me. His green, shining eyes raked over my body wearing only the thin, satin robe. I felt my nipples hardening painfully with that look, and Loki did nothing to hide his growing arousal in his trousers.

“What can I do for you, princess?” He asked with a half-amused grin. He could probably feel my arousal dripping from my legs, but I couldn’t care less at the moment. I wanted him.

“Sex,” I answered simply as if it were the most normal thing in the world for me to ask that of him.

Before he could say anything to my blunt petition, I untied my robe and rolled it down me, standing completely naked next to him. Loki’s eyebrows shot up and he did nothing to hide how he stared at my naked body. I noticed how his member twitched on his trousers. I moved over to him and straddled him on the bed, gasping when I felt his hands grabbing my hips, his fingers digging into my skin. I laid my bare chest on his, my nipples hardening even more at the contact of our skins. I let my lips caress his, our breaths mingling as I looked into his green eyes.

“Just tonight. No feelings, no strings. Just hot, meaningless sex,” I whispered my conditions to him, making sure I was serious enough despite my dripping desire.

Loki moved one of his hands from the side of my hip to the small of my waist and from there, the tips of his fingers left a trail of goosebumps on my spine until he grabbed a lock of my hair and played with it. A sly smirk spread on his tempting lips.

“Nothing we do together is ever ‘meaningless’, princess.”

“Loki, your stupid rune is driving me crazy. I haven’t had any release since the last time we had sex together. I’m so fucking horny…” I whimpered, ashamed.

“You didn’t let me finish, princess,” Loki continued smirking as he rolled us on his bed so he was on top of me. He caressed the side of my body, his green eyes full of lust and something else I chose to ignore. “Our feelings for each other are always present, even when we argue. But, if what you need from me is just physical tonight, I will be more than happy to provide,” He bit the side of my neck, licking the mark he surely left there, before moving his lips to my ear, his breath making me shiver. “After all, who better than me to give you the pleasure you so desperately crave?”

I couldn’t help the small moan/whimper that escaped me at his words. Loki smirked as his hand travelled down the side of my body slowly, almost lazily. At the same time, his expert lips travelled up my jaw to my chin until he finally kissed my lips. Our lips met in a desperate and urgent kiss. His hand on my body left a trail of hotness and goosebumps. His tongue coaxed my lips apart -not that I needed much coaxing anyway. As soon as I parted my lips, our tongues got entangled in a slow, sensual dance that had me begging for more.

While Loki devoured my mouth slowly and sensually, he squeezed my thigh and then moved his hand up until he was cupping one of my breasts. I moaned as his thumb teasingly rubbed my hard nipple, feeling a wave of desire travelling down to my core.

“Always so responsive to my touch, my sweet princess,” Loki whispered as his lips and tongue travelled down my jaw again to the side of my neck and my collarbone.

Loki looked up at me with a smirk and while his hand teased my right breast, his mouth and tongue encircled my left nipple. I moaned and arched my back involuntarily to his touch and mouth. Both his thumb and tongue circled and teased my nipples until they were so hard it was almost painful. Loki always knew perfectly how to play in between that fine line between pain and pleasure.

Loki left his hand cupping my breast, squeezing it softly from time to time, while he moved his mouth down my belly, my navel, my oblique, hip and thigh, leaving a trail of his hot saliva on my body. He grabbed my left leg with his free hand and bent it. He kissed the inside flesh of my knee, going up my thigh and giving me a mischievous look the closer he got to my core. He left a mark on my thigh and a wet kiss on my lower belly before he rested his chin on my groin, a smirk on his appetizing lips.

“Do you want me to make you cum with my tongue, princess?” Loki asked me, his voice so sultry that it had me shivering.

“Yes, Loki. Please,” I begged him with a whimper. He let out a low chuckle.

“No need to beg, princess. While you look lovely begging me, I will confess that I am dying to taste your sweet, wet cunt again.”

His sinful words were almost as hot as his actions. Loki grabbed both my legs and opened them wide. He rested the back of my knees on his shoulders as he positioned himself in between my legs. I felt his expert fingers first caressing and then opening my outer lips, leaving my dripping wet core completely exposed to him. I shivered in anticipation and my breathing was already irregular. Loki licked and nibbled softly my inner lips, giving me that small amount of pleasure/pain we both loved, making me gasp, shiver and moan, all at the same time. Then, he grabbed my clit in between his fine lips and sucked on it a little, making me moan his name louder as I arched my back. He repeated the motion a few times more, letting go and then sucking again, knowing perfectly well what he was making me feel.

I was already dripping wet with his teasing, but once he darted out that hot, sinful, skilful, silver tongue of his and stimulated my clit in 8-like motions I was completely lost. I arched my back even more, grabbed a bunch of his soft, black hair and moaned his name in repetitive gasps. Loki grabbed and squeezed my asscheeks, bringing my body closer to his sinful mouth which was driving me completely insane with desire. I felt inside me that I wasn’t going to last much. We both knew it. I couldn’t say which one of us was enjoying it more, though. Loki was practically fucking the mattress through his trousers while he kept eating my cunt as if he were a starved man. Soon enough, I was feeling that familiar and missed sensation on my lower belly, spreading quickly through my whole body. I felt the tension growing more with each second, my moans of Loki’s name coming out faster and faster. And then, I just exploded in an intense orgasm, the tension slowly disappearing as Loki kept riding me through every aftershock with his tongue. Gods, how I missed this; how I needed this.

When I got out of my blissful state, I noticed Loki was resting next to me, one of his hands holding his head while he licked each finger of the other. Purposefully, when he noticed I was paying attention to him, he passed lazily two of his long fingers along my core and then brought those same fingers to his mouth. He licked them, humming in pleasure and closing his eyes while he did so. However, just as he knew what got me going, I knew his weaknesses too. So while he got me breathless by licking his fingers full of my juices, I palmed his very hard member through his trousers. His reaction was as hot as I remembered it: he moved his hips forward, towards my hand; he let out a sexy, animalistic grunt; and he closed his beautiful green eyes in pleasure.

“Princess…” Loki said breathlessly and a smirk formed on my lips.

I moved on the bed, forcing him to lie down on the mattress. I quickly took out his trousers and breeches, letting his hard, big, throbbing cock free. It immediately bounced up, pointing to its owner as I discarded the pieces of clothing to the floor. I licked my lips in anticipation as I grabbed his member and stroked it a few times. I heard Loki’s breath catch in his throat as I lowered my head. I’m not going to lie: that reaction has the effect of making the most insecure person in the Nine Realms feel empowered.

Instead of going directly for his tip, I encircled his base on my hand and left a trail of hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses up and down the sides of his shaft. Loki was digging holes in his bedsheets below him with his fingers; his breathing was completely uneven as his marble-like chest rose up and down quickly; his jaw was tense as he clenched his teeth and his lust-filled green eyes were analyzing my every movement. I smirked, looking up at him as I moved my hand up his big, long, throbbing shaft. I teased his slit with my thumb; a strangled whimper/moan escaped his mouth as he thrust his hips up, almost pleadingly. Even when I felt more empowered than ever at Loki’s reactions to my teasing, I couldn’t deny that I was dying to taste him in my mouth again. Loki was the only man -and woman- who I had been intimate with, but I always thought that there was something really special about his wonderful, unique flavour. Of course, he has never confirmed or rejected this theory of mine.

I encircled my tongue around Loki’s tip, humming in delight at the first taste of his pre-cum. Gods, how I had missed his taste. I couldn’t help but give in to my greedy desires and took as much of his big cock as I could in my mouth. Loki gasped and grunted in pleasure; I could see he was trying hard to stay still and let me set the pace I was most comfortable with. The veins on his throat and neck were heightened, so were the ones on his arms and I could feel the ones inside my mouth throbbing with need.

I closed my eyes, focusing only on my taste buds and their party. I compensated with my hand the part of his shaft that I couldn’t get into my mouth and sucked him hard. I heard how Loki’s head banged against the bed’s headboard, but that only spurred me on as it meant I was doing a good job. I started a steady but frenzied rhythm between my mouth and my hand, sucking him and stroking him while I hummed in delight with every little taste I got of him. We both knew he wasn’t going to last much as he was already over-stimulated for eating my cunt and fucking the mattress at the same time, but that wasn’t relevant to me. I wanted, no, I needed to taste his hot, slightly salty seed. I lifted my free hand and rubbed his balls the way I knew he liked. It only took a few minutes to have him shuddering, moaning and realising all of his hot cum in my mouth. I kept sucking and swallowing everything Loki had to offer me, humming in delight at his wonderful taste. Gods, I have missed it.

“Gods, princess…” Loki whispered breathlessly as he brought my face up to his. “You’re so good at that. No one would guess that I am the only one with the honour of enjoying your wonderful mouth skills…”

Before I could reply, Loki crashed his lips on mine, kissing me so fervently that I couldn’t help moaning. He took that chance to introduce his tongue into my mouth and I moaned again while he groaned. Our tongues met in a hot dance. I could feel my taste on his tongue and I was sure he could taste himself on mine. He left one of his hands on the back of my neck while he moved the other down my body. Loki grabbed my thigh forcefully, probably leaving his fingers marks, but I couldn’t care less at the moment while our tongues kept tangoing. He used his grip to change my position, making me straddle him on the bed. I caressed his bare, sweaty chest while we kept kissing. Loki moved his hand from my thigh to my asscheek; he squeezed it and I moaned again, moving my hips involuntarily. Of course, he knew perfectly well what he was doing to me and I was letting him. This was what I came here looking for, after all.

Loki moved his hand from my neck, down my spine, my butt and my thigh. I felt goosebumps everywhere he touched me. That same hand moved from the back of my thigh to the front while we kept kissing passionately. He caressed my inner thigh, breaking our kiss to kiss and biting my neck. I moaned and exposed my neck to him, closing my eyes and digging my nails on his shoulders. He grunted: I knew how much he liked it when I did that. His hand on the inside of my thigh moved teasingly slowly until he was cupping my cunt. Two of his long fingers caressed my outer lips before he thrust them inside me, making me moan.

“You are so receptive, so wet…all for me, right, princess?” Loki whispered in my ear, his voice was huskier and sultrier than usual.

“Gods, yes, Loki…” I moaned as I rode his fingers in me.

Loki let me move as he groaned and sucked one of my nipples. After a few minutes, though, he removed his mouth and fingers from me, making me whimper at the loss. He smirked and with one swift movement, I was lying on the mattress, my chest flat against it while he kept my ass high, in full display for him. He spanked me playfully and I couldn’t help a gasp, a moan and moving my hips back, silently asking him for another smack. Loki grabbed my hip with one hand, digging his fingers into my skin while positioning himself behind me. He spanked me again and at the same time, he bit my other asscheek, probably leaving a mark. I moaned and begged for more without shame: I was way past that point and I knew how much it aroused him.

I was a panting mess when Loki thrust inside me. One swift movement was enough for his hard, throbbing member to be completely inside me, his tip hitting my sweet spot immediately. I moaned high enough that if Loki’s chambers hadn’t been charmed, the whole palace would’ve heard me and I wouldn’t have cared at all. Loki let out a moan, his fingers digging deeper into my hip. We started a frenetic rhythm, moving our hips together in complete syncronisation. Loki kept smacking me occasionally and that only aroused me more. Of course, he knew it perfectly and that was why he kept doing it.

It wasn’t long until I was feeling the tell-tale sensation in my lower belly, indicating I was close to my climax.  I felt my inner walls clenching around Loki’s member more and more which in turn, made him move faster inside and out of me. Loki grabbed a bunch of my hair and made me straighten myself: my back glued to his lean and strong chest.

“Together, princess,” He grunted in my ear.

A shiver went down my spine at his command and I could do nothing but obey him. He kept thrusting inside and out of me with full force, leaving only the tip of his cock inside me and then slamming his whole length inside again. His name fell down my mouth like a sinful prayer until we both reached our climaxes at the same time. We both collapsed on the mattress, riding our afterglow together.

Loki smirked when he saw his cum slowly going down my legs. He used his fingers to collect every drop from my legs and then put it inside me again, my overstimulated core clenching around his fingers, making him chuckle.

“This, right here, is where my seed belongs,” Loki said in a husky whisper as he moved his fingers inside me to emphasize his point.

All I could muster was a faint smile. Being abstinent for a year and now being fucked so thoroughly left me exhausted. We both drifted to an exhausted but satisfied and peaceful sleep.

However, we were woken up abruptly a few moments later by a knock on Loki’s door and our one-year-old son’s voice:

“Papa? I can’t find Mama…can I come in?”

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ㅤ ㅤ୭.ᰍㅤ𝅄 ֹ " 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 " 🍏 Ⳋ

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⭒ ׅ 💚 . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐀 = 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 ( What is aftercare like?, How attentive are you after the act? )

I feel like he’s not very good at this, I think he’s more of the type to just ask you if you’re okay and then hug you around the waist and fall asleep drooling on your shoulder. But still, I also think there are times where he’s a bit more considerate and helps you get cleaned up and brings you some ice cold water to properly cool you down, and very rarely does he take you into the shower for a better cleanse, but I feel like if that happens it would just end up being another sloppy round. He’s not the best, but he tries <3.

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⭒ ׅ💚. 𖥸 ۫ 𝐁 = 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I really think this guy is a pervert with girls, even though he has controlled himself after asking you to be his partner, but that doesn't take away from the fact that he is still a pervert with you, he loves touching your ass, massaging it and also caressing your hips and waist, leaving bruises from his strong grip, and the occasional spank on your ass. He definitely loves your butt cheeks.

And for his part, he doesn't have much self-esteem, but he loves it when you praise his arms, which is why he took a liking to them and often tends to trap you between them and squeeze you against him while he increases the rhythm and whispers many things in your ear, also because he likes how you look tight against him while he wraps his arms around your waist as if it were a perfect strap for you.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ💚. 𖥸 ۫ 𝐂 = 𝐂𝐮𝐦 (Basically anything that has to do with his cum)

Like I said, he loves your ass so he loves cumming in it too, he loves how his sticky cum spills between your cheeks and slowly seeps between your ass cheeks and slides down your pussy, he also loves when he grabs your ass cheeks for another round and feels the stickiness between your spanked sore cheeks before continuing to paint you white again.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ💚. 𖥸 ۫ 𝐃 = 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 (This is self-explanatory, a dirty secret he has regarding you or his sex life)

He has a strange fantasy about wanting to fuck you when his father is home, he likes the adrenaline, and even though he hates his father, he would like to know how it feels to have him taking you so good from behind, and making fun of you because you're trying to muffle your moans as best as possible so as not to get your boyfriend in trouble and not be discovered in the middle of intercourse by your father-in-law. And even though he won't admit it, he would really like the idea of ​​you agreeing to fuck him in one of the school lockers on one of the few occasions he usually goes, since he would like to feel how you two have sex inside while someone outside tries to open the locked door while you whisper to him to stop and that they are going to discover you, and he chuckles and then increases the speed.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ💚. 𖥸 ۫ 𝐄 = 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (How much experience do you have? Do you know what you are doing when doing it?)

Maybe he has a little experience, I mean, he's the bully from Derry, and even though a lot of people hate him, a lot of girls love him for his tough looks and his beautiful physique, and a few may have the good fortune to have hooked up with him at some party. So he must have had several feelings before starting something serious with you, but I don't think it was much, still, he thinks that the best experience he's had so far is with you, either because you really love and appreciate him or just because he thinks you're much better than other girls who have tried something with him or have only been with him in bed to show off their great "achievement", so after having sex with you, they started to gain experience from each other, trying new things together.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ💚. 𖥸 ۫ 𝐅 = 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (This doesn't require much explanation either.)

This is obvious, his favorite position is doggy style, he loves your ass (I think I already said that) and loves how it looks when it bounces when his hips hit it, and also because he can see in detail how you take it without complaining, and he sees how his member goes in and out of your pussy, many times he whistles and tells you a lot of kinky and sweet things leaning down until he reaches your ear while one of his hands holds your waist and the other goes to your tits to knead them at his whim, it is undoubtedly his favorite position.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ💚. 𖥸 ۫ 𝐆 = 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐲 (How serious is it? Do you take it with humor? etc.)

A combination of both, he's serious by nature and a bit rough, and you love it, since he takes his relationship seriously and knows how to please you, but that doesn't prevent the fact that he can end up joking with you by whispering and whimpering incoherently, from time to time he makes a joke or two that makes you laugh between gasps, but nothing beyond that, he prefers to focus on the pleasure of both of you and on you enjoying every moment rather than making a bunch of unnecessary joking comments.

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⭒ ׅ💚. 𖥸 ۫ 𝐇 = 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 (How arranged is it? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn't have much hair, or well, that's what it seems, since he's blonde, and it's not that noticeable, but even so, he doesn't have that much anyway, he doesn't usually shave that much because he's lazy, apart from the fact that he feels it's not necessary to do it, but if you tell him that it bothers you or bothers you, he'll try to do something to fix it.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ💚. 𖥸 ۫ 𝐈 = 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 (How is it usually at the moment? Is it romantic or rude?)

It's really hard, many times they have relationships so that he can let off steam or you can, but that doesn't take away the fact that he usually praises you by telling you that you're the most beautiful thing in the world and that you're really good and that he doesn't deserve you, something that you then scold him for, but even so, you love that combination of your rough but tender boyfriend.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ💚. 𖥸 ۫ 𝐉 = 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐟𝐟 (Masturbation headcanon.)

He has a ton of distracted polaroids of you, some of the two of you together, but he also has a ton of you naked, sucking his dick, touching yourself, russian sex, etc. And he never wastes the mornings when he wakes up hard and searches for the box under his bed with those pornographic pictures he took of you to get a hard-on imagining you’re the one doing it instead of him. But he only does it when he’s really needy, he’s usually just turned on by you, so it’s very rare that he masturbates often.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ💚. 𖥸 ۫ 𝐊 = 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 (Any kink he has.)

A severe problem with sadomasochism, really when I say he's rough and hard, I mean it, he loves to tie you up and spank you until you lift his bright red ass up nice and tall just right, spank your clit until you cum he loves that too, bite you, cover your eyes and make you suck his fingers so you don't moan like he wants or complain, he loves how submissive you look like this, so vulnerable just for him.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ💚. 𖥸 ۫ 𝐋 = 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (Favorite place to do it.)

The forest next to the kissing bridge, he loves how quiet and desolate it is, he undoubtedly took you there more than once with a blanket and some food and beers to drink by the stream, he feels like it's like his special place, because he always finds calm with you and in that place, and much better when he's with you there, and on top of that fucking, of course he knows that they can be caught there, since many children and teenagers pass by there, but he doesn't care, bad luck for those who decided to pass by there and didn't hear your screams and moans from afar, and better for him because they will know that the most beautiful girl in Derry is with him.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ💚. 𖥸 ۫ 𝐌 = 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (What motivates him? What sets it off?)

He loves it when you decide to wear something tight and short, he feels that it highlights your curves in a beautiful way, the way the clothes fit your body perfectly drives him crazy, and makes him get hard as soon as he sees you. Another thing that turns him on a thousand times, is seeing you like crazy jumping and moving your head while listening to rock (taking into account that at this time it was the most listened to music among teenagers, so I'm sorry if you don't like it), he really likes how your tits bounce under your nightgown because you're not wearing a bra, or how beautiful you look flushed and agitated after your favorite song ended, there's no doubt that after that a good fuck awaited you.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ💚. 𖥸 ۫ 𝐍 = 𝐍𝐨 (Something I definitely wouldn't do.)

It’s a bit repetitive from the other alphabets I’ve done but I’ll say it again, I feel like Henry would be incapable of seriously hurting you, here I feel like he might hurt you a bit physically with some light knife play, cutting you very lightly, whipping you, biting you, etc. I don’t think it would go much further than that, I don’t think he would hurt you to the point where you would literally cry in pain or get upset about it, he respects your boundaries and wouldn’t forgive himself if he seriously hurt you.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ💚. 𖥸 ۫ 𝐎 = 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (Prefers giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers to give above all else, although he doesn't mind if you want to give him a blowjob, he prefers to give you pleasure, and he wants you to feel good at all times, apart from the fact that he enjoys watching you writhe in pleasure while you whimper and complain between moans trying to push him away so he doesn't overstimulate you, which is impossible for you, but he knows that you still love it, and he loves the way you taste, he loves it when you squirt in his mouth and face while he pulls away giving a small, light bite to your clit to hear you moan in pleasure.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ💚. 𖥸 ۫ 𝐏 = 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐞 (Fast and hard? or Slow and sensual?)

I already said it, he loves to treat you with love, so at first he will always go slow to give you pleasure and make you sink in lust, but then, he increases the speed that makes you literally see the sky, he treats you so hard but nice. There are times when he tends to play with the speed, and that drives you crazy, but a short time later he continues with his typical fast and rough rhythm.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ💚. 𖥸 ۫ 𝐐 = 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 (Does he like quickies? How often do they have them?)

They don't attract his attention much, which is why he only tried it once, and although they can be useful to calm down when there's no time, he prefers to take things easy with you, he prefers to have enough time to fuck as he thinks it should be, so it's not something he wants to repeat or have as a first option.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ💚. 𖥸 ۫ 𝐑 = 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤 (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

Fuck, if he's capable of fucking next to a stream where everyone can see them if they pass by, it's impossible not to think that he'd take more risks, as I mentioned before, at home with his father and at school, maybe in public bathrooms, in some barn when no one is there, etc. He likes to take risks where someone can see or hear them, which turns him on a hundred percent, but he also doesn't want to risk so much that they see more than necessary, especially you, only he can see your body, no one else, so he tries to control himself a bit in that regard.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ💚. 𖥸 ۫ 𝐒 = 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Neither too much nor too little, something moderate and in between, he is not someone who exercises a lot but still has some physical resistance, so he can last two or three rounds, maybe four if he tries hard, but otherwise, he will be very lazy and have very little stamina, so don't expect much stamina from him.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ💚. 𖥸 ۫ 𝐓 = 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐬 (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Same as in my Patricio's alphabet, I don't think there are that many sex toys for that time, but if so I don't think he'd like them very much, he doesn't think it's necessary for you to need a plastic penis to satisfy you or something that vibrates, for that you have him, a meat cock and a mouth that makes you cum really good, so don't expect him to give you one or let you have one, because if one day he finds you with such an object, rest assured that he'll get rid of it immediately.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ💚. 𖥸 ۫ 𝐔 = 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 (how much they like to tease?)

I've already covered this, he's not a fan of making jokes about situations like this, so I don't have much to cover on this side, he just doesn't like making jokes and prefers to praise you and give each other pleasure.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ💚. 𖥸 ۫ 𝐕 = 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He hardly makes any noise, he feels like it makes him look really stupid and he doesn't want to keep up that facade with you, very rarely does he moan more than normal or pant loudly, he's embarrassed that you hear him make those sounds even though you once told him that you found them really attractive, he keeps telling you that he'll never make a lot of noise, since he simply feels that it doesn't suit him.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ💚. 𖥸 ۫ 𝐖 = 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 (a random headcanon for the character)

The first time you had sex, he hadn't planned on it, so you saw that he was wearing some racecar underwear that day, which made him a little embarrassed after you laughed lightly to give him a playful look, while you played with his tip covered by the now sticky fabric, while he blushed and cursed without being able to look at you.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀

⭒ ׅ💚. 𖥸 ۫ 𝐗 = 𝐗-𝐫𝐚𝐲 (What does he have under his pants?)

About 7 inches in its full hardness, it is neither thick nor very thin, a fair and average thickness and with a small vein in its circumference.

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⭒ ׅ💚. 𖥸 ۫ 𝐘 = 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (How high is their sex drive?)

He's not very tall, he can really control himself when he knows it's not the right time or when you don't want to or he doesn't want to, so whenever you have sex he's very intense and makes sure that you both are very satisfied, so he's not that tall when it comes to sexual desire.

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⭒ ׅ💚. 𖥸 ۫ 𝐙 = 𝐙𝐳𝐳 (How quickly they fell asleep afterwards?)

As I mentioned at the beginning in aftercare, if he doesn't think it's necessary, he'll just give you a kiss and fall asleep hugging you right away to regain energy, so he's very quick to fall asleep when he's with you since you calm him down in an impressive way, so don't expect him to stay awake for a long time after being intimate.

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I finally did it, I want to apologize (especially to @zhalzy634 who asked for the alphabet) but I have very little time lately, so I hope you understand me !

[mistymisfit]

So long, Marianne IV

Summary: Reader is a spy working undercover in Gotham when she meets Jason Todd, who despite her better judgement she forms a very close friendship with. This story follows their escape from Arkham asylum, their fall out and the times they run into each other as they get older.

Warnings: mentions of sex (but nothing smutty happens), mentions of past torture and sa!!, also one mention of Jason pushing reader's hair back but that's all that's said, no texture or anything specified.

Word Count: 4,1K

a/n: told myself i'd stop posting this series on tumblr and keep it only on ao3 but whatever, i'm having writer's block so idc

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Your first thought is "what are we even doing anymore?" It's great to have him back in your life, but what the fuck is going on? Ever since you worked things out with him after what happened in Gotham, you started to sneak and meet him in secret. First, it was random hotels until he bought a few safe houses in the city. You never went to the same place twice. The safe houses would always switch after a while, he'd sell them and replace them. Out of the current ones, there was one of them uptown, then the other was downtown, and the third one was near the harbors.

You've been doing this for months, secretly meeting him in the dead of night every once in a while, and it'd always end up the same way. You see him, you get overwhelmed with how much you missed him and cry, then he'd wipe your tears off, and you'd sleep with him and leave. Frankly, you were growing a bit tired of it. He wasn't honest to you most of the time, wouldn't even tell you what he did when he was not with you. It didn't matter how great he was, it was exhausting being pushed away this much.

The first time you met him like this you cried, telling him all about how sorry you were for yelling at him like that, for saying all those things to him and leaving so cruelly. And he'd say he was sorry about locking you up and that he was a jerk- you agreed on that. To be fair, you were both wrong; you put yourself in danger going to Gotham that day, but it didn't give him the right to behave like that.

"Let go of me!" You had screamed when he picked you up, carrying you over his shoulder. "I swear to God, Ja-"

He cuts you off with a grunt before you can say his name. You trashed and kicked, but it was no match against his strength. Using your powers was out of the question, freezing him would only make it harder to escape his grasp. In between you cursing and yelling at him, he managed to walk to the military car so he could throw you into the backseat.

"Is this your fucking plan?" You were yelling as he opened the door "Have you lost your mind? You are giving him exactly what he wanted!"

"Shut the fuck up," He whispered angrily, putting a gloved hand over your mouth and hovering over you as you laid on your back. You looked around to see his men on the front seats quickly averting their gaze from you two. Of course, it was all about questioning his authority in front of them, it was fragile like that. "I don't want you to get hurt, so they're going to take you somewhere safe"

You took his hand off your face before saying "And I thought you were making decisions for yourself. Can't you see you're still his puppet? Just stop-"

"Enough, you are leaving. Now" You watched as one of his hands searched something in his pockets, handcuffs. It almost made you want to roll your eyes.

"Ja- Wait, what are you- stop it" You kicked him, trying to get out of his grasp "you're a fucking idiot, you're so brainwashed you can't see you're playing right into his trap"

"Quit it"

"Quit it? Let go of me!" You shrieked as he managed to bound your wrists behind your back. Then the anger got to you and you lowered your voice before you could say the meaner things you could come up with "You never left Arkham, huh? Figured I forgot a part of you there, left your humanity behind"

"Yeah, I'm a real monster sweetheart" He scoffs, and even over the modulated voice, you can tell the hurt in his voice, how much your words were affecting him. It made you feel bad for a second until you remembered how he was treating you.

"Clearly, you're not the person I thought you were." That's the last thing you say to him before he knocks his helmet against your head, rendering you unconscious so you wouldn't escape and ruin his plans.

You woke up with a killer headache and no idea how long you've been out or where you were. What you do know is that you're laying down on a mattress on the floor, no longer handcuffed and with an ice pack on your forehead right were Jason hit you. As you gradually regained consciousness, you started to check your whereabouts before you could move again. The room was dark, had no windows, and looking at the walls, you realized you were at some old, run down abandoned place. Panic quickly washed over you as you checked the state of your clothing; nothing was wrong with it, and you left out a sigh of relief.

You could hear voices outside, not outside the door but a bit further away. Moving as silently as you could, you walked towards the voices, going down a set of stairs and hiding behind a pile of wooden boxes as you tuned into the conversation a few meters away from you. It seemed to be some sort of weapon exchange, as most of you could make out of what they were saying was about either guns or ammo. You could only see the backs of some of Jason's men and not who they were talking to, but you recognized that voice as soon as you heard it. You took a step back, unknowingly knocking over some things and not being able to react and freeze them on time due to the shock. You'd drawn their attention to you now; neither Jason's nor Harley's goons were as fast as her to react.

"You!" She exclaimed in that high-pitched voice of hers, your heart felt heavy in your chest as it felt tighter and tighter and harder to get the air in and out of your lungs. You could feel the acid traveling from your stomach to your mouth and had to swallow down the need to puke."All grownup, Arkham's little princess!"

She kept talking as she walked closer to you, you shook your head saying no, unable to get any word out of pure fear; it had been years since you had felt that helpless. "Ah, you always healed so fast, not a scar on your pretty face, besides you know...that" Her cold fingers traced the tiny scar on the apple of your right cheek before you weakly pushed her hand off.

Your fingers went to your cheekbone, covering over the area you healed all those years ago, Jason didn't know about it. He didn't need to know about the acid burn scar you would have on your face had it not been for your powers.

"You used to be my cutesy dress up doll!"She laughed, grabbing a strand of your hair and twirling it "Remember when you wore my outfits? You looked so adorable!"

Then you remembered you were no longer tied up or keeping a cover or that you haven't been Marianne for a while. So with any and all the strength you could find, you raised your fist and delivered a swift and highly trained blow to her face. The silence that followed was deafening; the militia men were well instructed and had orders not to let anything happen to you, so they were ready to stop the situation from escalating. Stopping Harley's company from getting involved. She spat out blood and smiled, her twisted smile made your stomach turn once more. But you were free, or at least freer, so you grabbed one of her ponytails and smashed her head to the concrete wall. No longer putting up with the torture she put you through.

"What's wrong?" She teased, laughing through it "Didn't cha' miss me too? Cause I sure did! How much fun was it when I nailed your hand to-"

You let go of her hair only to push her away, making her stumble a few steps from you "Shut up, shut the fuck up!"

Then it's her laugh, that wicked, overly exaggerated high laugh that made you launch yourself again at her to fight her before you're stopped, dragged back by someone. You look up to see his expressionless helmet. He's been here this whole time? Didn't matter as you immediately started wriggling, trying to get out of his hold.

"Heal her" He ordered you, you jerk your arm out of his hand and take a few steps back, almost tripping. What? You looked up at him with eyes brimmed with tears begging to be shed and scared at how much he reminded you of him at that moment. It was like you went straight back to your captors, forcing you to heal and slow down his disease.

"No." your voice came out so low and shaky that you almost cringed at yourself.

"Stop causing me so much trouble and fix her face"

"You will not speak to me like that"

"I'll speak however I want, now do as you're told" He grabbed your face harshly; he didn't like the look in your eyes at all, or the fact that he successfully scared you into doing something you didn't want to. A whine escaped your lips as he gripped your jaw tighter, and only eased up once your eyes lit up. He could already feel the guilt eating him up, but his mind was dead set on carrying on with his revenge.

"Harley get you and your people the fuck outta here" He orders, before giving his men the same command. To leave you two alone.

"Gladly," She scoffs, holding her no longer broken nose "it was good to see ya' again"

"You're working with her?" you recriminated, shoving him and getting out of his grip once she left

"She works for me."

"Don't you dare touch me," you stepped back, raising your arms defensively when he tried to reach out for you "you heard her, you know what she did-"

"I'm using her, it's part of a plan"

"Did this big plan of yours really need her?" You sighed, wiping the tears that fell down your face; again, you found yourself crying over the same thing. Something you thought you had pushed down years ago. His silence gave you all the answers you needed

"Fine, I'm leaving"

"Wait a-" His hand caught your wrist.

"Let go of me," You struggled out of his hold "I don't even know who the fuck you are anymore. Working with her, all of them, you really are just one of the people you used to chase"

He opened his mouth to say something, not that you would know under the mask, but stopped when you added one last thing before you left. "You're just like him, and killing Batman won't fix the shell of a man you are"

Jason regretted what he did, his revenge plan didn't seem as important when he broke down after being unable to kill Bruce. He had him, but he didn't manage to pull it off. He lamented it especially when he needed you so badly to tell him it'd be okay and he wasn't a failure but you wouldn't, and now he'd probably lost that comfort forever due to his own doing.

He thought very differently. From his point of view, he was coming to you whenever he needed a decent sleep. It seemed this was the only way he could get at least an hour of useful rest, he thought fucking you was a way of making you hate him less. Maybe if he made you feel good, then you'd let him get close. It was his very fucked up way of saying he was sorry. This was the routine until tonight when he showed up incredibly injured, talking about some black mask character-- whoever that was. He had broken a few ribs and his nose; his body was poorly stitched in multiple places, and you were sure he had more wounds than those he admitted. It was a miracle he managed to leave Gotham to see you. Despite his insistence on being okay and that he was not in pain, you got to healing him.

"You have-"He whispers, wiping the blood off your nose.

"Oh it happens sometimes," You brush it off, taking the tissue from him. "do you feel better?"

"Mhm, thanks" He nods, cupping the back of your head with his hand and pushing you into a kiss.

"Wait, you should rest" You sighed "I haven't healed you completely "

"I know-" He smirks, kissing you again.

"Jay, I don't want to" You put your hand on his chest, trying to get some distance.

He sighs getting away from you and sitting as far as he could on the couch. Even if he was pissing you off, you've grown to appreciate seeing him in casual clothes. Right now, he was wearing a (way too tight) black shirt, his cargo pants as well as his boots were also black. He'd lost the leather jacket the second he walked through the door of the safe house, the safe house he'd bought to be able to meet you. You knew that with Jason you had to take what you could get, so you cherished seeing him dress like a normal person for the actual weather and not being covered from head to toe. You sigh back, rolling your eyes, and crawling to his side.

"Can't we just talk?" You whisper, tracing circles on his chest and hoping he wouldn't just get up and leave.

"Talk? " He chuckles in disbelief "What do you want to talk about?"

"I don't know, anything" You shrug, but a smile creeps up your lips when he turns to see you.

"How was your day at work?" He teases, knowing you wouldn't tell him about that.

"Ugh," You complain, but when you try to get away from him he is fast to grab you and pull you flush to his chest "Jason, is this all that you want from me?"

"What do you mean?" He lets go of you enough so you can put your arms on him to prop yourself up to look him in the eye.

"Sex, Jay" You sigh exasperated "Do you visit me just 'cause you want to get laid?"

He's taken aback by your question; you wanted more from him? Also, is that what you think of him? And on your side, you can't decipher his expression. Sometimes you miss being 16 and knowing exactly what went through his mind. He used to be so easy to read, now it's like he's purposely closing off any and all information he didn't want to give to you willingly. You had your suspicions that he'd come see you just because it was easier for him than letting some random girl see his scars, you even doubted he went out at all for the very same reason. You figured maybe it was easier to let his guard down with you since you had already seen the worst of him and been through the same. Maybe it was just convenient that he was still in touch with his high school sweetheart.

He shakes his head no, regretting giving you that impression. His cheeks blushed thinking he was to blame for it, remembering how he broke into your apartment that night. He intended to apologize, in between his new activity as Red Hood, he'd found the time to search for you in Bludhaven like he was originally meant to before you found him first. He stood on the roof of a building in front of yours for weeks before he actually tried to contact you, going over and over again if you'd even want to know anything from him. Eventually, he grew a pair, missing you far outweighed the shame he felt.

"Shit," You cursed when you saw him standing on your apartment "you can't be here"

He was disappointed by your reaction, yet he knew he should be grateful you weren't greeting him with a punch to his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but you immediately signaled him to stop. You looked around for a pen and paper and wrote down: meet me at the Harborview plaza 3 streets down. I'll get a room and leave the window open for you.

He agreed with a silent nod and left through your window, he made his way to where you told him to meet you. Jason knew he was in no position to question you and ask why wouldn't you want him in your apartment. He clearly knew where you lived, so keeping that a secret wasn't an issue. He expected yelling, cursing; Jason knew you never held back any words when mad at him. While overthinking your skittish behavior, he finally sees you open the window on a seventh floor. Of course, you couldn't have made it easy and asked for a room on the first floor, but then again he was the one taking you to the top of Gotham's skyscrapers so you could marvel at the view when you were 16.

"You shouldn't have gone there, we don't know if they're listening" You explained as soon as he came in through the window.

"I-uh,sorry" He's had months to think about what to say to you, but now that you're in front of him he's at a loss for words. No speech he had prepared came to his aid. "I didn't think about that"

He reaches for his bike helmet, undoing the buckle under his chin so he could drop it and see you. Or mainly so you could see him, maybe it was selfish of him, but he wanted someone to see him, look him in the eye and not be scared of him. Jason wanted to know if he could still count on you for that.

"I'm so sorry," You started to sniff as soon as you saw his face, wiping the tears with the sleeves of your sweater "I never should've said those things to you"

"No, I'm sorry"He finally took a step closer to you, pulling you in for a hug "I'd never forgive me if I were you"

"I don't think you're like him at all, I'm sorry I told you that" Your cries turned into sobbing, and suddenly you couldn't hold back any emotion anymore as you set the waterfalls of your eyes free. It was like a dam broke when you saw him, and everything you've been pushing down was now out in the open and you couldn't control it. He let you cry into his chest, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing your back to comfort you. After a while, when the sobbing didn't seem to calm down, he guided you to sit on the bed. Wiping the tears from your face with his thumbs. Kneeling down in front of you, he told you to take deep breaths, helping you relax.

"Baby," he whispered, kissing your knee over the jeans you wore "I keep fucking everything up with you, can you forgive me?"

You nodded, still tearing up and opening up your arms, so he'd come up and hug you. He does so, pushing your back to the bed and laying on top of you in the process. You're about to say you're sorry again when he kisses you. He stops, giving you a second to tell him to fuck off and looking for a response in your eyes. Lucky for him, you understood his silent question and nodded as your fingers ran through the back of his hair, and he lowered himself once more to kiss you saying, "I'm sorry, I'll never do that again to you"

So with Jason finding himself sleeping and waking up with more energy, your little rendezvous started. He's only realizing now that he has been giving you a wrong impression all this time. He sighs before, in a rare flash of vulnerability, he tells you what he thinks.

"I've been trying to make it up to you," his eyes dart to the floor, he's got every right to still be embarrassed about kidnapping you and what he made you do "make you hate me less"

The closest he's been to opening up like this was that one time when he had you wrapped under his arms, your skin touching his, and the question slipped from his overworked mind through his lips: "Are you scared of me?" You shook your head no, pressing a kiss to his scarred chest as you drifted off asleep. "No, no I'm not. We're okay," you had mumbled in response.

"I don't hate you, Jay" Music to his ears, he even contemplates asking you to say it again

"But you cry every time we meet"

"I-" You don't want to admit he has a great point, besides now that you think about it, this is the first time you ever said no to him "I have my reasons, besides you cry too, does that mean you hate me?"

"No" He defends himself, damn it, he thought he was hiding it well "I could never hate you, I love you no what ifs"

You smiled sweetly; that was what you said to him once. Many many years ago, when he was still Robin, it felt you were both completely different people from that distant memory where you told him "I love no what ifs, Jay". He had laughed then, now you doubted he would ever be that joyful again.

"Come on, you used to tell me everything," You encourage him "tell me something, anything"

"Anything?" He pushes your hair back, and you nod eagerly "You don't look like a Marianne, or a Penny, or any of your other aliases"

"Really?" You raise an eyebrow in fake disbelief, you never felt those names suited you anyways"Does my real name fit me better?"

"Yes," He whispers with his hand cupping your cheek. Even if your situation is not the best or what he'd hoped for when you first met, he's still glad to have you around. Sometimes, he remembers all the dreams and plans he had and holds back from scoffing when he recalls how he already made his world spin around you before you even kissed.

"You know," Now your hand caresses his scarred cheek "my offer still stands, I can try to get rid of your scar if you want to"

He blinks, not knowing how to take your words. Did it bother you? Did it make you like him less? He takes your hand off his face, and with that, he withdraws the hand in yours. Your expressions turns sadder, he can tell, so instead, he opts to deflect the conversation as he usually does.

"Can I ask you something?" He changes the subject, and you nod, allowing him to do so even if it's exhausting at this point "Would you ever want to get out?"

"Jay-" you sigh, knowing where this conversation is headed. You couldn't leave with him, no matter how badly you wanted to. "You know I can't"

"I asked if you wanted, not if you could" He insists, secretly hoping you give him the answer he expects. Give him a sign of how important he is to you, he'd drop his Red Hood persona in a second if you asked. He's learned his lesson after being the knight, and he's been trying to redeem himself by taking out the bad guys in Gotham instead of working with them.

"Of course I want to but-"

"We could find a way out, I-" he doubts but decides to push through "want more than this"

"Hm, you want me to be your real girlfriend?" you hum, your expression softening and your shoulders relaxing as you played with his hair, him leaning into your touch which he finally learned to enjoy. "You'll finally take me out on a real date?"

"Yes, everything," He closed his eyes, relaxing even more. His tone also weakened, becoming almost a pathetic whimper as he made promises to you "whatever you want"

"You'll be honest with me?" You question, your free hand going to the other side of his face, making him look at you.

"Yes, I promise" He replies, holding your gaze "We'll work something out"

"Okay, I'll get you as much information as I can." You nodded, maybe you could hold onto the hope that he'd put his brain and abilities to good use and he could find the way out that you couldn't. Maybe two heads can think better than one alone.

[john-get-the-salt]

Third Times A Charm (w/tyrion lannister)

Imagine: Two times Tyrion realized he was falling in love with you, and then the third time when he finally did something about it.

Contains: cute Tyrion moments, use of she/her pronouns, fem!reader, Bronn totally shipping his two besties, brief mentions of rated R activities but no actual acts, some lyrics from High Enough by K.Flay because i think they fit the way Tyrion would love so well

Warnings: none

Tyrion wasn't sure exactly when he began falling in love with you. There were plenty of instances that he longed for you, but he couldn't be sure when that feeling began.

Could it have begun that night you drank too much ale and accidentally shared some of your deepest secrets?

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Tyrion and Bronn were hiding away from the world and drinking together, as they did any other night, when a knock at the door to Tyrion's chambers interrupted them.

"Yeeeees?" Tyrion called out. The door to his chambers creaked open and a familiar face popped in.

"I was walking past and couldn't help but overhear the two of you. Are you having fun without me?"

The men grinned at you.

As the daughter of a distant lord you'd been sent on your families behalf to King's Landing a few weeks ago to mend your people's relationship with the iron throne and according to your father, find a wealthy husband. Despite Tyrion's reputation you'd inexplicably befriended the man and his guard. Before long they were the few people in King's Landing that you trusted fully and vice versa.

"My lady!" Tyrion cheered.

You closed the door and plopped down at the table across from the two.

"Come on you two, share the goods."

They obeyed, opening a bottle and pouring out another glass of precious liquid. You took a hearty gulp, sighing as the liquid warmed your belly. "That's better. I'll tell you this, politics would be much more fun if everyone drank beforehand."

Bronn laughed. "That's what I've always said. Lads would start less wars if they had an ale in hand."

"And perhaps they would perform better....both on the battlefield and off!"

Tyrion shook his head fondly as he watched you and his guard giggle. He was so used to Bronn being a stubborn headed mule, but he treated you like a younger sister and you brought out the child in him.

Bronn wiped tears out of his eyes at his laughter died down. "And that's my cue, lass. Once I start laughing at your ridiculous jokes I know I've had too much to drink."

"Aw, but I've just started!"

"And I'm sure Tyrion would love nothin more than to continue drinking with you, my lady." He winked at the Lord, who was by then glaring at his guard. "But I take my leave." And with a nod goodbye Bronn was gone.

And then there were two. Lord Tyrion and yourself fell into easy conversation, swapping tales and laughing at each other's past misfortunes. He told you about the time he woke up hungover in a barn alongside goats and you told him of the time you accidentally started a fire after attempting to learn how to cook.

The night drew on, alcohol sipped and chugged down, and you two grew more and more inebriated. By time the alcohol was gone it was the middle of the night, and you were both lying on your backs on the floor rambling on about everything and nothing.

"Tyrion?" You asked at one point.

"My lady?”

"What would your dream life look like?"

"Do you not dream enough?"

You knocked his shoulder with yours, unable to withhold a giggle. "That's not what I mean, you buffoon. I mean if you could live anywhere, do whatever you wanted, what would you do?"

"That is a terribly deep question for a couple of intoxicated fools. What would you do?"

A sigh left your lips as your giggly mood slipped away. "I would live in the mountains, near the ocean. I'd tend to my garden and write and learn how to wield a bow and arrow. I'd set traps in the water and feast on seafood and fresh bread every night. And I'd have a husband who loved me even when I didn't love myself."

"Any children?"

You scrunched your nose. "No children. I mean, maybe one day, if my husband wanted. But I think I could be quite content with my world."

Tyrion was quiet as he thought about the question.

"I'd live somewhere far, far, away from Kings Landing. Far away from everybody, really. No neighbors. I would read every book I could get my hands on, sitting in a window where the sunlight hit just right. Not too far from the sea, so I could go feel the ocean breeze when I desired. And I would have my own apple trees, so I could make my own cider.

"That sounds nice," you murmured, eyelids beginning to droop. "I think I'll just sleep on your floor tonight, Ty. I'm much too tired to return to my own chambers."

"Here," he reached out a hand, pulling the blankets from of his bed and onto the floor. "We can at least stay warm."

Humming in thanks, you allowed yourself to be swathed in the warm furs. You curled closer to your friend, who always seemed to be radiating heat.

"Maybe in our dream lives we could neighbors." You whispered into the air as you began to fall asleep.

Tyrion smiled softly as he too began to succumb to the warmth inviting him to rest.

"Indeed."

•

If that hadn't been the time he began falling, was it when you saw right through the facade that fooled everyone else?

•

Tyrion sat amongst the lords and ladies, nursing a goblet of wine. The only reason he was allowed at these events was his family connections. No one discussed battle strategy, no one asked him to dance, and no one would even dare to attempt small talk.

And the prince was fine with that. That was what he always said, wasn't it? When faced with his harsh reality he would grin and snark and insist that he wouldn't be able to stand it even if someone tried. His sharp mouth protected his soft heart. And no one knew.

Tyrion caught a movement out of the corner of his eye, turning to see the only person stupid enough to approach him at a time like this. You.

"You foolish woman," Tyrion muttered as you settled at his side, your own cup in hand.

"I'm not going to deny it, but what have I done now?" Your voice came out smooth, the accent of silk brought out by the alcohol you'd no doubt been consuming.

"Your father told you to find a husband, and here you are during your best chance of that sitting with the pitiful dwarf."

He wasn't wrong. If you had any desire to find an advantageous match this was the time, as the King hosted lords from all across the continent. However, you had no such desire.

"I don't appreciate your lamenting tone. You know I care not for my father's wishes, I would much rather sit with my friend. These people are cruel to you, and thus I do not care for any of them.

"You know I care not what these people think of me, my lady. It no longer bothers me."

Yet even as Tyrion said that he could feel eyes on the two of you as you conversed, sharp as daggers.

"The world is a curse, Tyrion. It'll kill if you let it."

Tyrion turned to look at you. Your kept your gaze forward, eyes drinking in everything you could.

"Don't let it kill you."

•

Were either of those times the start? Tyrion couldn't be sure. But what he could be sure of, was the moment that he knew he needed to do something about it.

•

Of all your family, it was your younger sister who insisted you come home for an extended visit. She knew you planned to be at King's Landing for a long while but she missed you. More than that your father had allegedly began harping on her to find a husband the moment you left, and you couldn't stomach that. She was too young to worry of such things.

You obliged, after getting King Joffrey's blessing. You could not stand that petulant child, but all you had to do was bat your eyes and he usually allowed you to do as you wished. It helped that you tended to stay out of his way.

So for a few weeks you reunited with your family and homeland. Father was upset you hadn't managed to find a 'high ranking husband' but you were happy enough that he didn't press the issue. You told of the immature new king, dishing all the gossip of King's Landing. Your younger sisters, who'd never let the comforts of home, absorbed it all with childish wonder.

It was a comforting trip, but you found yourself missing King's Landing and a select few of it's inhabitants. You were quite relieved when it was time again to return. 

The throne room was full, in the middle of a day court, when the thick heavy doors swung open. A front guardsman apologized for the interruption before announcing your official return. You stepped into the room with your spine straight as a pin and head held high, accompanied by your guards.

The corset you wore tightly gave the illusion of a perfect hourglass and did wonders for your bust, no doubt noticed by the King as he gave you a disgusting grin. You knew everyone's eyes were on you. Your father raised you to know that if you presented yourself as if you belonged, others wouldn't question it. It was how you moved unnoticed, how you infiltrated royalty when in reality you had no business in it. It was how you survived.

However this time there was an added, unexpected reaction. Unlike the first time you arrived in King's Landing, Tyrion was now witness to your official entry.

The moment you stepped through the doors his eyes were glued to your form. The lord wasn't used to seeing you this way. He was used to pants and tunics while practicing swordsmanship, riding boots while flying around on horses, tight buns and loose jackets as you chased after Bronn.

He already thought you beautiful, even when wearing tough leather and shaking dust from your hair. But wrapped in silks and diamonds you looked dangerously divine, like the gods themselves had blessed you.

You fit right in, Tyrion thought as you approached the King. You could easily be a member of royalty, a high lady, a queen. And when your eyes glided over to meet his, the way you shifted, the Prince had to raise his fist and bite into it for fear he would say something crass.

You stopped in front of the Iron Throne, bowing your head. "My grace, I thank you for your kindness in allowing me to return to your castle."

The child grinned, staring unashamedly at your body. "Of course, a creature as gorgeous as you is welcome to come and go as much as she pleases. Have a good time with daddy, did you?"

You nodded, keeping your face neutral. "Yes your grace. My father sends his love and support for your rule on the iron throne."

Joffrey preened. "Good. You may be dismissed."

"Thank you your grace." You bowed your head once more, and as you turned to leave you paused to face Tyrion. His gaze was still glued to you.

"My lord," you said softly, bowing deeply before rising and looking up at him through your eyelashes.

Murmurs broke throughout the room, the people shocked that anyone dare acknowledge the dwarf in the presence of the king, but before anyone object you picked up your skirts and glided out of the throne room. As the doors closed and you made your way to your old chambers you could hear nothing but the beating of your own heart. Tyrion had been staring at you with such fervor, such awe....it made your skin prickle.

You reached your chambers and with shaky hands let yourself in. However when you attempted to close the door behind you it stuck, and someone forced their way in before slamming it behind them.

You teetered on your heels, falling back onto your bed with an oof. Eyes wide and blinking in surprise, you stared at Lord Tyrion as he now stood in your chambers. It was utterly silent as he walked over to the bed where you sat still as a statue. He stopped just in front of you, only a breaths width away.

"You bow to me, in front of the king and his people, in that dress and then expect to vanish." He paused for long enough to take a shuddering breath. "Had I no self control I would have taken you right there the moment you rose," he finally whispered.

Your lips parted, eyes measuring his expression before meeting his gaze.

"And how’s your self control now....my lord?"

•

Tyrion chuckled to himself at the memory. That was a long night, and the official beginning of this angelic new life.

"Humoring yourself, my love?"

Speaking of angels...the lord turned to watch as you approached him. For his entire life before you, he was fighting. Fighting for his place in the world, fighting to be inspired. For what was life without inspiration, without reason, without drive? He used to like liquor to get him inspired, but you were his new supplier.

Tyrion held out his hand and you wordlessly took it as you joined him in overlooking the gardens. 

"Just reminiscing on the times we're shared, my dear. I was trying to decide when exactly I began falling in love with you, but for the life of me I can not seem to narrow it down."

You smiled sweetly. "I know the exact moment I began falling in love with you."

He raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to continue. 

Instead you shook your head. "That's for me to cherish, and for you to ponder."

The lord tsked. "I'll get you to tell me, mark my words."

You cheeks warmed as you gazed at him. "I'm sure you will....eventually."

Tyrion chuckled before he raised your hand in his, kissing your knuckles softly.

"I'm in no rush, my dear. After all-we have forever."

[6feathered6siren6]

Paradox

Author's note: Part 4!! I honestly struggled getting this next part out, but I did it. I have more ideas, drabbles of things I had planned for this one. But hope you enjoy! :)

Trigger warnings - Self-neglect - Torture

P1, P2, P3, P4, P5

『01:00』

Triple digits. You stared at the computer screen. The document of the novel you wrote. You felt so mixed. All you wanted is to write something perfect. Something different, something gorey, and filled with something that other novels would not have. Yet, you were trapped into this time loop, writing the novel differently each time when you did. You wanted to be able to leave it, be with your lovers. 

Looking at the link on your computer. You know you can’t leave the loops until you kill whoever is Victim, but… You can get everyone a better future. You already know almost everything that would happen, hell, you rewrote a loop once without joining. But in the final loop, you want everyone to have a happy ending.

Angel’s manager needs to go, get V to understand he is a softy towards the server, Misaki to take a different job but higher paid(Would giving them a task with a lot of money work?), and Ronin.. He just wanted to play games with you, just do that again? 

Sighing and leaning back into your desk chair. Before an idea pops in your head… What if using the server to find them, like what if they are connected? But you also remember what they say is either very similar or the exact same thing. So it couldn’t be them. 

Victim only got in contact with you in a loop… come on remember… it was in the 70’s, somewhere there… And they have been watching but from where? They only send 3 letters. 

1. Telling you that you have to kill them in order to stop the loops.

2. That killing randomly won’t work. 

3. 

What was number 3…  It felt like a blur, but you paused. 

You need to remember the smaller details, if Victim wants you to kill them, then you really need to become a perfect killer. 

Ping!

Luckily, there is a server that can help you. 

-

Misaki is a professional hitman or assassin, they have killed many before, so surely they can spill some secrets. You had a paper notebook, not trusting putting your notes into your computer. You never know when someone hacks into your computer. Misaki has told you before in another loop, that they had you on call when they were assassinating someone. So they might have some info for you. 

–

Slight bust. But she did bring in good points. You don’t even know what they look like, nor much, all that they want is to die and die by your hands alone. Always gifting you a bat, plain wood, same shape with slight color changes. Red most of the time, while blue in a few. Could it be morse code? 

No, you’re overthinking it.

You click your pen against the notebook. Looking at your very little notes. Would V help? He does detective work… only for killers but would he help?

Shit… would it be a bit late to send a message to him now? This far into the loop? Fuck it, now or the next loop. 

You started typing the message to the server’s vigilante, he has to help just a bit or you will text him the next loop, annoy him to get some lick of info.

-

Surprisingly, he pulled you into a call. A video call, you don’t bother to see your camera, just looking at him. He answered the questions you asked, he was even giving you ideas to look at. Which helped you immensely. When he left the call, you left the server, also making sure the server notification sound was off. You don’t need any distraction. 

-

You were writing in the notebook, writing for questions and ideas. How to get them? Like traps would work. But which ones?

Knock, knock.

Who was there? Getting over to the door, opening to see no one was there. Looking down to see a box wrapped in white and light pink. You slowly look around to see if you can find who did that. But no one. Picking it up and going inside your place, opening it, and it’s self care spa items. It was from Angel. 

‘So a few people on the server are worried about you, and said that your next murder is taking a lot of your time, so take a spa day and relax. (Trust me, I’m taking my advice right now!🤍) Enjoy these items courtesy from Angel and - - - -’

The second name was crossed off, then another note, it had dry blood on it. Most likely from Ronin. 

‘Get your mind in gear, you are freaking out a few people, so rest fucker. - Ronin’

He drew a middle finger for you. How lovely. 

You look at the gift then to your notebook. You had something to do. But… You do know where they live so you can send a gift back, if not this loop maybe another. But for now.. You need a shower. Then back to work. 

–

“Damn, Darlin’. Every time I see you, your eyebags seem to grow, you can probably hold about half my baggage in those.” He smirked as he saw you through the screen. You haven't slept for… 2 weeks? Damn… 

“Oh, hush, I have a reason.” You said, leaning back into your chair. You already thanked both Ronin and Angel for the gift. Angel was glad it was delivered without blood(Ronin was gonna apparently deliver it with blood.)

“Well, staying up for a long time can hurt your pretty little face. And no one wants that, do they?” Ronin did sound worried for you, but… it was… fuck. It was January. Two more months. Then everything would be gone, all the planning, the ideas, the traps, everything…

Darlin’…

Darlin’...

“Darlin’!” Ronin shouted, you looked back at his camera on your screen. He seemed a bit panicked, he was definitely worried now. “There you are, shit. You really are out of your mind, huh? Go rest, you really gonna need it.” 

He ended the call, he was right, but if you can retain any information about Victim, you will. As you stood up, you fell to your knees, barely any strength. You really need to eat something. 

-

You were passed out in the room you were working at. The corkboard holding red rope and notes of things. The room was dark as the moon rose to gaze its light to you. Paper garbage was surrounding you, time was ticking and you only felt further now than before. But to begin with… Who was Victim and how did they do this? And why? Why did you have to be stuck falling in love only to lose them in the end? By your hands or not. They have your answers.

『01:05』

Walking to Ronin’s alleyway, seeing if there was anything in the path that could be significant. In past loops, you scared the people in the server to the point they needed to intervene. Hell, Ronin visited you before the usual point he does. But, you are taking their advice to relax more. Light research. Nothing more. When you got to the middle of both your place and Ronin’s alleyway, a note. With Victim’s handwriting. It had dry blood on the note. 

“Nothing will save you. You deserve the pain you will receive, reawakening that thing, will only make you burn harsher in hell. I will make sure you die each time, with harsher and harsher death, making you suffer with the creation you made and regret who you killed. – “

The name was covered in blood, making it harder to read. Victim is after someone in revenge. Killing them over and over in these loops. But why? 

You know a bit more, Victim and there is someone else in these loops that remembers. But that ponders the question, did these loops start because the Victim wanted someone dead and revenge for someone else? Was it Victim or their… There is no name addressed to this, so what to call them for now… Creator? They created something apparently to the note, so was it Victim or Creator that started these loops? And why did they?

You feel like there are so many questions. But for now, you need rest, before Ronin goes victim hunting. You don’t need to die now, Misaki is requesting to watch an anime that's coming out, even though you memorize it by heart, seeing them smile is important to you right now. At least to pay back a favor from another loop.

『01:09』

You were out with V, patrolling with him with his route. He allowed you to follow him, after asking him politely, of course. You gained his trust, and you were seeing how he did things, you knew some, but not the whole thing. You looked at your hands, you haven’t killed anyone in the past couple loops, which in your opinion, was good. But you still got that bat from Victim. Taunting you? You still don’t know now. 

“Reader. Thank you for keeping me company during my patrols, I didn’t expect you to join me.” He said, the frost chill air surrounded the both of you, basking in that winter about to come to a close. 

You smiled softly, you missed the sweet domestic moments. “No problem! Plus, I do too, and I needed to get some fresh air.” You have been out constantly in the past couple loops, nope, it’s a break loop, no thinking about the loops. Just… enjoy the moment with them. 

V smiled back as he looked away from you to scan around again. Joining in, you also help scan, luckily from the last few loops looking for more notes from either Victim and Creator, you were able to scan for small details. Nothing out of the ordinary so far. The moment might have been quiet but it was a nice silent moment with V. 

He offered you tea afterwards. The tea was bitter but sweet at the same time. 

It was a peaceful moment, but you felt like something was off through the whole time. A pain in your heart. Like you were hurting again. God, you miss the moments, where you smile with the others. Loving them with your heart. Without worry about these loops.

These loops fucked you up, killing so many people, fucking with your memory, you knew so much about Angel, V, Misaki, and Ronin, but you barely felt like you knew yourself, then also messing with your mental health. You could barely look at yourself in the mirror anymore. Your moral compass was so fucked. You want out, but it seems Victim was calling your name, ending these loops. So much time to do so, but so little as well, from October to March. You still have so much to do. So much detective work. Closer to the end of loops, the better. 

『--:--』

Combat shoes could be heard walking through an abandoned building, a bat was in their hand, the wood was being dragged through the concrete floor. Untouched by blood. A chuckle filled the room, it sounded deep, a male. 

“Go fuck yourself.” Another figure was heard. That one was tied up on a chair. No way out. “You can keep killing me over and over, there would be no difference, I will come back the next loop.” 

“Maybe, maybe not. But, at least I get the joy of hurting you over and over, hearing your screams for what you have done.” The male had a grin, one of sadistic tendencies. “So be loud for me, won’t cha?” 

A loud crunch and a scream was heard for a couple blocks. A scream you couldn’t hear as you walked with V, talking about cooking and animals. A domestic moment away from the gruesome scene that was playing a few miles away from you.

[ticklishshenanigansau]

LaughterLand - Chapter 29: Betrayal

(story by Mod Secret, art by Mod Kitty)

“I gotcha, Sans.”

After pulling himself up onto the grassy ledge, Papyrus reached over to help pull Sans up. Once both skeletons had made it safely up onto the grass, they collapsed onto their backs, finally taking in all the air they needed to recover.

“You fellas alright?” Sky asked, looking concerned.

“Yeah … I think so…,” Papyrus breathed out.

“Just … tired…,” Sans replied. “And a little … ow … sore….”

The adrenaline having finally passed left both brothers now fully aware of how strained their bodies were. Besides feeling the leftover ache of having slammed into the wall of the ravine, they felt the lingering soreness of where the Chortlewockies had dug their claws and teeth.

Papyrus had been used to recovering from this kind of feeling after so many tickle fights with Undyne that got out of hand. But Sans laid on the ground moaning miserably as the soreness made him not want to get up again.

“It’s okay, Sans…,” Papyrus comforted, softly rubbing his brother’s shoulder. “Just breathe through it, it’ll go away.”

“Quickly now…,” Sky urged. “Looks like about twenty minutes ‘til sundown. We gotta get you through that door!”

Finally remembering why they crossed the gorge in the first place, both brothers ignored the ache in their bones and leapt to their feet. They approached the enormous ivory door, looking at it with a sense of awe. It seemed to have a heavenly glow as it reflected off the setting sunlight, which was fitting since they knew this would be the door that would lead them home.

As Sans placed his hand on the large doorknob, he looked down at Sky. The little spider still had that cheerful look on his face as he beamed at them. Sans gave him a gentle smile.

“Hey, so…,” the older skeleton began. “Thanks for … y’know, everything.”

“Oh, yes!” Papyrus agreed enthusiastically. “We couldn’t have made it out of this nightmare without you. You have all of our gratitude!”

“Aw, shucks fellas!” The little spider blushed as his gaze turned downwards. “It was nothing. Just doing what I can to help the outsiders, that’s all!”

“Well, hey,” Sans replied with a shrug. “If this door ever appears in your neck of the woods, pop in and see us sometime, yeah?”

“You betcha!” Sky nodded happily. “Now you better skedaddle before you miss your chance!”

Feeling better for having given their new friend the thanks he deserved, Sans took in a breath and twisted the knob.

It didn’t move.

Confused, Sans twisted it again. Again, it refused to move.

“What the…?”

Sans tried again and again, but the knob refused to turn. It was stuck, and they were still trapped in LaughterLand.

“Sans … what’s wrong?” Papyrus asked hesitantly.

“It…. It won’t budge.” Sans’s voice was heavy with fear. He pulled on it with both hands, but the door refused to open. Sans turned to Sky, panic flashing in his sockets. “Sky … what’s going on?”

“I … don’t know.” The little spider sounded confused. As Sans pulled his hands away, he hopped up onto the knob to inspect it. “There must be a way to open it. Lemmie take a looksee.…”

The brothers watched as he crawled around the doorknob, his many eyes carefully scanning every inch of it, unsure of what could be the problem. Finally, he crawled underneath the knob and found a tiny keyhole. Much too small for even himself to crawl through. It was in the shape of an open mouth, almost looking like it was laughing at them. Sky let out a heavy sigh, he knew what this meant.

“Well boys…,” he said as he crawled back up to the top of the doorknob. “It’s locked up tight.”

The skeletons felt their Souls begin to sink. If they couldn’t find a way to unlock the door, they would be trapped here forever.

“W-Well, can’t you just unlock it?” Papyrus offered. “Isn’t there some kind of a key?”

“Afraid not, guys.” Sky shrugged meekly. “No key is gonna open it.” He pointed down to the oddly-shaped keyhole. “See that right there? That’s a LaughterLand Lock. If you want to unlock it, I’m afraid it’ll take something other than a key.” He stared at them with a solemn look in his eyes.

“I don’t understand,” Papyrus replied, beginning to get worried. “What are you saying?”

Sans sighed deeply. He crossed his arms uncomfortably, he knew what it meant.

“I know what he’s saying,” he answered coldly. “It’s not a key that’s gonna unlock the door. It’s our laughter. And we have to feed it willingly.”

“Oh no…,” Papyrus moaned, physically sinking his body down. “This nightmare never ends, does it?”

Sky looked back up at the sun. He noticed how much further it had gone down since arriving to the other side of the gorge.

“I know it’s the last thing you fellas wanna do,” he reasoned. “But, if you get it done, it really will be the last time you’ll have to do it!”

The skeletons looked at the door, then back at each other. There was an understanding in their expressions. If they wanted to see home again, they would have to be tickled just one more time. Looking at each other, they silently agreed right then and there that they would do whatever it took to unlock the door.

“Okay….” Sans let out a heavy sigh. “How do we wanna do this?”

Papyrus bravely stepped forward holding his arms above his head. He cringed with how uncomfortable it made him feel. But he was grateful nonetheless that it would be his brother who would be eliciting the laughter out of him, rather than another adversary.

“Just make it quick, Sans,” he said nervously.

Sans hated that he had to be the one to do it. His mind immediately flooded with all of the horrors that Papyrus had already faced at the hands of LaughterLand. As he raised his hands up to go after his brother’s spine, he couldn’t help but hesitate.

“Try to hurry, son,” Sky quietly urged. “The sun is setting.”

Trying not to dwell on it any longer, Sans began scribbling his fingers along Papyrus’s spine. He was gentle, only putting as much pressure on his tickling fingers as needed to get an audible response. Papyrus immediately flinched and kicked up his feet as he giggled.

“Nyeheeheeheeheeheehee!! Hahahaha!!”

Maybe it was the fact that his journey through LaughterLand had left him feeling so raw and vulnerable, but Papyrus struggled with holding his arms up more than he thought he would. He locked his fingers together behind his skull as he continued to dance in place.

“‘Kay bro, I’m gonna move up to your ribs,” Sans gently warned as he arched his fingers. “You ready?”

“Nyahahahaha! O-O-Okay—Yeeeeheeheeheeheehee!!”

Even with the warning Papyrus couldn’t stop himself from letting out a high-pitched squeal. Sans cringed at the sound, keeping his eyes locked on the door as a distraction.

“Okay, is it unlocked now?” he asked as he hesitantly scribbled along Papyrus’s lowest rib.

“No, it’ll open all by itself,” Sky replied sadly. “You might have to try something a little rougher.”

Clenching his jaw, Sans reached up to further tickle along Papyrus’s ribs and back. Still trying not to overwhelm him, but feeling pangs of guilt for having to put his brother in such a vulnerable position again. He couldn’t help but look around, fearful that that sound of his laughter would draw attention from another unwanted predator. But thankfully, the trio were alone on the other side of the gorge.

“Nyeheeheeheeheehahahaha!! O-O-Okahahahay! Okay! Stahahahap!! Breheheheheak! Hahaha!”

Sans immediately pulled his hands back allowing Papyrus to catch his breath. Papyrus put his arms down, rapidly inhaling and exhaling.

“S…. Sorry, Sans … it was … getting hard to … breathe,” Papyrus confessed, sounding guilty.

“Hey, it’s okay bro.” Sans placed a gentle hand on his back. “We’ve been through a lot. I certainly don’t expect you to be at full strength right now.”

“The problem is, that wasn’t enough laughter to open the lock,” Sky pointed out, sounding worried. “I think you two will have to try something a little bit stronger.”

Sans sighed again, he was afraid of that. This door wasn’t going to take any small giggles, it wanted big laughs. He glanced over at Papyrus. The younger skeleton wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead as his breathing regained its normalcy. He didn’t want to put Papyrus through anymore harsh tickling, so he knew what he had to do.

“Okay, Pap, don’t hold anything back,” he said as he raised his arms up.

At first Papyrus was taken aback. But he recognized right away what Sans was doing. Big brother instincts were taking over and he was trying to protect him again. Papyrus felt a pang of guilt as he placed his arched fingers over his brother’s ribcage. He knew that Sans had been through just as much turmoil as himself. It wasn’t a good feeling to have Sans, once again, taking his place in the hot seat because he was too weak to carry on.

“Are you sure, Sans?” he asked hesitantly.

“Just do it, Papyrus.” Sans nodded adamantly.

He didn’t want to waste anymore time thinking about it, he just wanted to get it over with. Papyrus took a deep breath before scribbling his fingers into Sans’s ribs. At first, he felt the ache from the last time his ribs were dug into so harshly. But his pained expression was immediately replaced with laughter.

“Aagh! Ahahahahaha! Oh-Ohohoho jeheeheeheeheeheez! Hahahaha!!”

At Sans’s remark, Papyrus immediately pulled his hands away. Terrified that he was already going too hard on him.

“S-Sorry!” he stammered. “Too much?”

Sans gasped in response. Not just from the lack of air, but also from the concern that Papyrus had stopped too quickly. He knew they weren’t going to get anywhere if they kept pausing for breaks.

“No! No! Pap, keep going. I can take it, I promise.”

He tried to brace before Papyrus got back to it, but was caught off guard when he felt his brother’s fingers starting to scribble along the bottom part of his bare ribs. He had nearly forgotten that one of the Chortlewockies had ripped his shirt in half during the scuffle. He nearly buckled as he felt ticklish sensation dancing along his bare bones.

“Agh!! Agaahahahahahaha!! P-Pahahaha…!! Ahahahahaha!!”

Locking his fingers behind his head, he decided to silence any form of begging in case it caused Papyrus to feel guilty enough to stop again. Though he did purposefully try to make his laughter louder and more boisterous in an effort to try and get the door open faster.

"Ohh … sorry, brother." Through pangs of guilt, Papyrus raised his wriggling fingers up to a higher spot on his ribcage and began digging his fingers through the in-between spaces.

"AAGH!! Ahahahahaha!! Oh no—Aaahahahaha...!!"

Sans had no trouble keeping up the volume of his laughter for this. As he danced in place and locked his fingers tighter and tighter, he erupted with bursts of frantic laughter intermixed with snorting spells.

"That's it, Sans," Papyrus quietly encouraged. "Just hold on a little bit longer."

The younger skeleton peered up at the door, to his dismay it still hadn't opened even a crack. He knew this meant that he had to go for an even worse spot. He didn't want to, he already felt horrible enough for forcing Sans to bear through his snorting spot. But he remembered what Sans had said about not holding back. He took in a breath.

"I'm sorry, Sans." He raised his voice to be heard over his brother's cackling. "I have to go a little higher, just … hang on…."

Trying to get it over with quickly, he practically jammed his fingers into Sans underarms, tickling fast and hard.

"AAAAGH!! AHAHAHAHA!! OHOHOHO NOHOHOHO!! AAH!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!"

Sans didn't know what happened, but he instantaneously felt a loss of control and clamped his arms down tightly. Papyrus still managed to keep his fingers wriggling deeper into the poor skeleton's hollows, so all Sans really accomplished was trapping his brother's fingers into his horrible sweet spot. He tried to find the will to lift his arms back up, but the insanity had almost locked his arms down against his will. He fell over onto his bottom, laughing hysterically and dragging Papyrus down with him.

Papyrus almost laughed in spite of himself. If they weren't still in such a high-stakes position at the moment, it almost looked like their usual form of sibling japery. But no matter how much Papyrus kept tickling him, the door still didn't budge, though he could have sworn he saw the frame itself shake a little. As Sans devolved into near-silent squeaky laughter, Papyrus knew it was time to stop. He pulled his hands out, allowing Sans to catch his breath on the ground.

"Are you alright, brother?" Papyrus asked nervously. "I'm sorry … if I went too far that time."

For a few moments, Sans didn't answer as he breathed in heavily. Though he gave Papyrus the reassurance he needed by nodding and looking up at him with a weary look of certainty. Once he managed to shake off the tingling, he sat up to gaze at the door. Despite all of that effort, it still didn't open an inch.

"Oh jeez…," Sans muttered after a groan. "Now what do we do?"

"Well…," Sky finally spoke up. "I wonder if it's because … well…." He seemed unsure of how to put it into words.

"What is it?" Papyrus implored. "We'll try anything!"

"I don't think the lock will take to any … 'safe tickling' so to speak." He held up two of his front legs to make air quotes for emphasis.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sans asked raising an eyebrow.

"Well lemmie put it this way…," Sky explained. "Your laughter has a different sound and feel to it when you're tickled by … someone or something that you're unfamiliar with. When you two tickle each other, there is a sense of danger there, but the sense of trust that you have in each other is going to completely override the panic you would have in your laughter otherwise. Does that make sense?"

"Hang on...." Sans held up his hands, finally getting a grasp on the situation. "So you're telling me, this stupid lock not only wants us to get tickled AGAIN, but wants to put us in serious danger while doing it?"

"Wowie…." Papyrus sighed as he lifted a hand to his skull to gently massage his temple. "Who knew tickling could be so complicated?"

Sky looked back up at the sun, then back to the brothers with anxious eyes. He knew they were running out of time as well as options.

"Look fellas, I know we're not exactly enemies … and I'm not really keen on the idea myself … but if you let me, I can probably tickle you just enough to get the door unlocked."

Sans and Papyrus looked at each other. Much like Sky, they didn't really want to ask for help with this kind of thing. Besides it being embarrassing and uncomfortable as all get-out, neither of them were entirely sure how much experience a non-laughter-eater in this place could offer.

"What do you think, Sans?" Papyrus asked meekly. "I mean … we're not really getting anywhere with each other."

Sans nodded, knowing that there was no other way forward. He didn't know how many more times he could convince himself that this would for sure be the 'last obstacle' before they were home free. But he hoped with all his Soul that this would be it.

"Okay," he sighed. "Do it."

Without another word, Sky approached Papyrus and immediately started crawling up his left leg. Papyrus shivered as the felt the little spider's tingly legs moving quickly without so much of a warning.

"A-Agh! Aheeheeheehee!!" Papyrus was already giggling, he just couldn't help it.

"I'm gonna start with you since he needs a little time to recover," Sky explained as he made it onto Papyrus's hips.

Papyrus instinctively clamped his hands over his mouth as the spider was dangerously close to his secret sweet spot. But quickly removed his hands, remembering that his laughter was crucial to the plan.

"Whatever you do, try to hold still." Sky gave one last instruction before crawling up Papyrus's spine and disappearing into the top of his battle body.

"NYAAAGH!! NYAHAHAHAHAHA!! OHOHOHOHO NO!! THAT—WAHAHAHAHA!! THAHAHAHAT—THAT REHEHEHEALLY TIHIHICKLES!! AHAHAHAHA!!"

As Sky proceeded to climb up and down Papyrus's back and ribcage, the younger skeleton let out a shocked squeal. He didn't expect the little spider to be such a good tickler, especially given that he didn't partake in the consumption of laughter. Sky wasted no time skittering across every single rib bone several times over, even weaving himself through the in-between spaces, making Papyrus shriek and squirm.

"NYAHAHAHAHA!! OHOHOHO MY—AHAHA!! OH MY GAHAHAHAHASH!! IT-IHIHIHIT'S—AAGH!! IHIHIHIT'S REHEHEHEALLY AWFUL!! PLEAEHEHEASE!!"

Sans could do nothing except shift his gaze between his squirming brother and the door, now looking like it was actually starting to tremble. A small spark of hope ignited in his Soul as he noticed the movement, as bad as he felt for Papyrus he was starting feel better about their chances to make it through to the other side.

"Hey! Hold still out there!"

Sky's muffled voice immediately drew Sans's gaze back towards his brother. Papyrus was doubled over, trembling as he rocked back and forth on his heels and toes. His arms were crossed over the front of his battle body and he was gripping onto the fabric tightly in an effort to relieve the horrible tickling sensations. Though it was clear that Papyrus was giving Sky a harder time with the tickling treatment, squeaky laughter still pounded out of the skeleton as his face became bright orange with stress.

"Whoa! You're jostling around too much, son!" Sky sounded shaken up as Papyrus accidentally lurched too far forward in his squirming. "You gotta keep your hands away, or I'm not gonna get very far!"

As Papyrus managed to alleviate Sky's tickle attacks in the only way he could, Sans noticed with horror that the door had ceased its movement. Once again, it stood still and lifeless before them. Papyrus didn't even realize what he was doing, he had been so consumed with fighting off the horrid sensation that had plagued him since this horrible journey began. He didn't even realize that they had no time for him to try and defend himself. Sans noticed Papyrus straining to force his hands away. But just like with himself and the underarm tickling, rationality was completely overrun by his body's desperate need to defend himself. Sans knew what he had to do.

Steeling himself, he grabbed ahold of Papyrus's wrists and forced them down, leaving him wide open and defenseless.

"NYAAAHAHAHAHA!! S-SAHAHAHAHANS!! HAHAHAHA!! W-WHAHAHAT ARE YOU DOHOHOHOING?! AHAHAHAHA!!" Papyrus shrieked.

In his hysteria he had momentarily forgotten what was happening, his mind only consumed with the thought of escaping. Sans fought back the pang of guilt as he held his brother down. This simple act went against his deeply rooted big brother instincts to keep Papyrus safe from harm. He turned his focus back to the door as it began to shake again. The movement was subtle, even in spite of Papyrus howling in desperation. But it was enough to tell Sans that despite the guilt, he was doing the right thing.

"It's okay, Pap!" He wasn't sure if he was trying to reassure his brother or himself. "It'll be okay, just keep laughing!"

Papyrus reluctantly obeyed, though he couldn't stop himself from tugging against Sans out of reflex. He let out a new series of panicked shrieking as he felt Sky frantically stuttering down his spine to begin scratching along his kneecaps and legs. His legs were so spindly, almost sharp, but they tickled badly! Especially when he tried to tickle along the back of the younger skeleton's knees and travel up his femurs. Papyrus threw his head back, nearly on the brink of silent laughter. He tried so hard to keep his feet still, but ended up stamping and kicking the one that Sky had left alone.

The door hadn't changed its pace, the shaking was still subtle and it still remained closed. Noticing this, Sky suddenly jumped down from Papyrus's leg. As the younger skeleton finally took in a harsh breath, the door stopped trembling and remained still once more. Sans gave him a look of shock and confusion.

"Hey, why'd you stop?" Sans questioned as he released his brother's wrists.

"It's still not budging," Sky fretted nervously. "We need something stronger."

Sans looked at the locked door, then back at Papyrus. The younger skeleton quickly wiped away tears that were forming in his sockets. Sans knew that he didn't have any energy left for another tickle attack, and they didn't have time for him to recover. It was his turn. He just couldn't believe what he was about to say out loud. He took a step in front of Papyrus and sat down on the ground with his arms stretched over his head, a look of determination on his face.

"S-Sans … what are you … doing?" Papyrus breathed heavily.

"This way you won't be thrown off your game if I end up toppling over." Sans said facing Sky. The little spider nodded his head in understanding. Sans turned his head to face Papyrus. "Pap, do you think you can hold onto both my wrists with one hand?" He could already feel the warm tingle of a blue blush as his brother stared back at him in confusion.

"I-I suppose so … but … why?" Papyrus asked, his breath slowly regaining its normal pace.

"Because he's gonna need your help." Sans faced away as the warmth consumed his face. He honestly couldn't believe he was saying this so seriously. It was embarrassing and strange, but again, they were out of options. "He'll have to take … one underarm … and you take the other."

He almost couldn't say it, it was such an out-of-body experience. He just couldn't put into words how bizzare it was to be asking his brother and someone they just barely met to hold him down and tickle one of his worst spots. Taken aback by Sans's extreme request, Papyrus attempted to refuse.

"Sans, I-I don't want to—"

"Pap, just do it!"

Sans abruptly snapped. He didn't want to talk about it anymore than he had to. He just wanted to get it over with.

"We don't have time to waste worrying about my sanity. If that door closes, we'll be up against way worse than what we're doing now. Don't think about it, okay? Just do it." He shut his sockets tightly. Bracing, but also silently praying that his brother would swallow his hesitation and get on with it.

"He's right!" Sky added as he crawled up to Sans's hip. "I can't do it alone, you have to help me."

Papyrus's insides churned with worry. He didn't want to hurt Sans, or end up pushing him past the point of insanity. In his mind, that made him no worse than any of the other horrible creatures of this world. But when Sans looked back at him with pleading eyes, Papyrus knew that he had to put his faith in his big brother. That even though it was going to be unpleasant, Sans's laughter was going to unlock the door and get them home. It would all be worth it.

Without allowing another doubt into his mind, Papyrus gripped onto Sans's wrists with his left hand. It was difficult to reach around, but he managed to secure his brother firmly enough to keep him from pulling free. He then dug the fingers of his right hand deep into Sans's exposed hollow. Tickling, scribbling, swirling, and every motion he knew that would drive his brother bonkers.

"WAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! AHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! AHAHAHAHA!!"

Despite knowing exactly what he had agreed to, Sans still couldn't stop himself from begging and squirming for dear life as the terrible spot was toyed with. After seeing Papyrus finally committing to what had to be done, Sky immediately traveled his way up Sans ribs to join in the underarm tickling. Sans let out a surprisingly high-pitched squeal upon feeling the sharp tingling of Sky traveling up his ribs. But as the little spider secured himself to his opposite underarm, the squealing was replaced with frenzied screams and cachinnating.

"AAAAAAGGGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! NOHOHOHO!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP!!"

He was only half-sincere in his begging, he knew that they couldn't stop no matter how much they wanted to. The tickling under his arms was absolutely horrid! He wanted nothing more than to pull his arms down and roll away. But true to his word, Papyrus kept his arms perfectly upright and unbending. The poor skeleton could already feel warm tears sliding down his cheekbones as he laughed and struggled with all his might.

"I'm sorry, Sans! I'm so sorry!" Papyrus profusely apologized.

But contrary to his words, he kept the harsh tickling going strong. Not stopping even with the added noise of Sans's frantic pleading. Sky, too, was using all eight of his legs to scratch and scribble mercilessly along his underarm. Following Papyrus's lead, he tried to silently instruct every one of his appendages to use a different tickling method in order to draw out the most laughter from the hysterical skeleton.

Two legs were poking around, another two were swirling in circles, while another pair was harshly scribbling, leaving the last two to slowly trace up and down. It was a mental struggle to say the least. But one that seemed to be working as Sans harshly screamed as a result of the horrifically ticklish techniques.

"Can you see the door?" Sky called to Papyrus through the fabric of Sans's sleeve.

Papyrus looked up at the door. Sure enough, it was beginning to shake again, this time even stronger than before.

"It's working!" Papyrus cheered. He turned to Sans to give him the good news, but was mindful to keep the tickling up so they didn't lose any progress. "Sans! It's working, brother! You're doing great!"

Sans almost seemed to have not heard Papyrus's joyful announcement. He threw his tear-stained head back as a mixture of harsh laughter and subtle sobs poured out of him. His knees were kicking up frantically and he pulled harder and harder on his wrists, nearly throwing Papyrus off-balance.

"AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEAEHEHEASE!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP!! I-I-HEEHEEHEE CAHAHAHAN'T!! I CAHAHAAN'T TAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIT!! AHAHAHAHA!!" Sans screamed loudly.

As to be expected, the insanity overtook his mind and all he knew was that he desperately wanted it to stop.

"PLEHEHEHEHEEEEEEASE!! AHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEASE PAPYRUHAHAHAHAHA...!!"

He opened his teary eyes to give Papyrus a look of utter desperation. His pupils were reduced to tiny pinpricks, it broke Papyrus's heart that he was putting him through so much torture.

"I…. I'm sorry, Sans!" He apologized even louder to be heard over his brother's screeching. "L-Look! Look at the door!" He tried his best to distract him through the ticklish torment. "See it shaking? We're almost there, brother! Don't give up! You're gonna get us out of this!"

"Wait! You mean it's STILL not opening yet?" Sky shouted from beneath Sans's sleeve.

"No … just a lot of shaking!" Papyrus called back. "But it's getting there, I know it is!"

"AHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!! PLEAEHEHEASE!! I-I CAHAHAHAN'T DOHOHOHOHO IHIHIHIT!!" Sans wailed miserably, sobs wracking through his useless pleas and guffaws.

Sky paused in his tickling to peek out from the end of Sans's sleeve. Just as Papyrus had said, the door was still shaking, but it wasn't yet unlocked. He recognized right away that even with the two of them going after one of Sans's worst spots, it still wasn't going to be enough laughter to open the door. He crawled out of Sans's shirt and lowered himself to the ground. Once Papyrus noticed the little spider no longer tickling Sans he stopped in turn to stare at him with confusion.

"Wh-What's going on?" he stammered nervously.

"Give him a break son, let him breathe." Sky replied gently.

Immediately Papyrus released Sans. The older skeleton fell backwards onto the grass, greedily inhaling mouthfuls of air and exhaling with lingering sobs as they came to a halt.

"Sans, I…. I'm so, so sorry," Papyrus said softly as he crouched down next to him.

Sans could barely speak as he caught his breath, he placed a trembling hand onto Papyrus's knee, hoping that that would be enough to reassure him that he was okay.

"It's still not enough," Sky lamented, sounding defeated. "We hit it with a really strong tickling attack, but it STILL wasn't enough."

Sans and Papyrus glanced at each other again. This time, a look of total despair decorated their faces. It felt so hopeless, even driving themselves to the brink of insanity wasn't going to be enough to make it through. They were going to be stuck here forever. Sky turned back towards them, looking sympathetic.

"I don't suppose you fellas have any worse spots on ya?" he offered pathetically.

Then it dawned on the two of them. Out of all of their intense tickle spots, their secret ones had been the main source of most of their misery. The idea of willingly exposing them to be tickled was unbearable enough. They looked back up at the sun, it had finally reached the highest hilltops out in the distance and was steadily sinking. This was it, it was now or never.

"I do," Sans admitted, his voice cracking from the strain in his voice.

"Sans, no!!" Papyrus shouted boldly, Sans was surprised by the firmness in his brother's tone. "You've already been through enough, it should be me."

Sans attempted to protest, but was quickly stopped by the urge to cough. "N-No...!" He weakly spat out before the cough took his voice.

"Sans." Papyrus bent down further to meet his brother face-to-face. His expression was a serious one, something the Sans wasn't used to seeing on his usually optimistic brother. "It is MY TURN." He said it so firmly, so much weight in his words. Not one ounce of his usual exaggeration whenever he would normally try and get a point across.

"Brother, you have taken the brunt of so many of my shortcomings. Please. Just let me take this one. You don't have to protect me anymore, Sans, I can do it."

Sans just laid there speechless in the grass. He knew that he couldn't talk Papyrus out of this, and while he was worried beyond all measure for his brother's well-being, and sense of pride was welling up within him. His little brother had come so far in this strange and bizarre world they were trapped in, he just wished that he had to vocal strength to tell him how proud he was of him.

"I don't know…," Sky finally spoke up. "I'm starting to think that even if we went after your worst possible spot, there's a chance that it won't be enough. We don't really have time to explore anything different if that turns out to be the case."

"Well, we have to try," Papyrus said adamantly. "Even if it doesn't work, The Great Papyrus is prepared to go down fighting!"

In that moment, Sans began to feel that sense of pride he had for his brother expanding past his chest. Seeing Papyrus stand tall and brave amid the despair, ready to face anything and everything, suddenly gave the older skeleton the drive to stand back up on his feet. He was still shaky, he wobbled as gravity tempted him to fall back down. But he shook it off as he stood next to Papyrus.

"Then we'll … do it together."

He breathed out heavily. Papyrus turned to give Sans a look of concern, but Sans immediately returned with the same look of certainty he had given him earlier.

"I'm not gonna let you do this alone, bro."

With a firm expression of understanding between the two of them they turned back to Sky.

"How about it, Skyder?" Sans asked wearily. "Think you can find a way to get us both at the same time?"

"I think … I might know a way," Sky replied thoughtfully.

It took several minutes of planning, and a lot of work on the little spider's part, but at last he came up with a workable system. The brothers sat side by side on the grass with their hands and feet secured to the ground thanks to an extra sticky web binding provided by Sky.

He stood between them, having meticulously spun a soft and delicate string of web around and between the grooves of Sans's back. The motion drew out sharp gasps and strained squeals from the older skeleton, but thanks to the sticky binding, he wasn't able to move around and mess up the process. After the web was strung through Sans's sweet spot, Sky proceeded to wrap it around Papyrus's hips. As the delicate thread wound itself around the area where his hips and spine met, he, too, erupted with frantic giggles and squeaks.

By the time it was all put together, the sun was halfway past the hills, but they were ready. Sky's thread had successfully made a large loop that spun through both brother's sweet spots. Now all he had to do was pull to keep it spinning, leaving the motion of the soft thread to tickle the helpless skeletons.

"Ten minutes 'til sundown!" he called nervously. "You boys ready?"

Sans and Papyrus took one last nervous look at each other. This was going to be a rough ride, but as long as they did it together, they somehow knew that it was going to be alright. They nodded.

"Okay! Here goes!"

Sky tugged at the string with all of his might. The soft little whirlwind spun around and around, endlessly brushing and swishing through the brother's secret sweet spots. They were overwhelmed with screaming laughter instantaneously. It took no time before they began helplessly pulling against the webs. Shrieking and clawing into the ground as the howled and guffawed and shrieked and sobbed all at once. It was so unbelievably ticklish! It was all-consuming and endless.

Although the delicate thread had only been vibrating against one spot, it had almost felt like the tingling was spreading throughout their entire nervous systems. No matter how hard they thrashed, they could not wriggle away from it. Bright blue and orange tears began scattering in every direction as their heads violently shook. Sky had a hard time dodging the oversized droplets as he pulled on the web.

At last the ivory door began shaking harder than ever before. It vibrated the ground below them, although the brothers couldn't even tell from how frantically they were trying to kick up their legs.

"That's it!" Sky called. "This is gonna do it!!"

He used all of his legs to pull faster and faster. For a moment, both skeletons were spiraling into a fit of silent laughter. Their heads swam with desperation as they struggled to draw in a gasping breath. Noticing this immediately, Sky let up on the speed of the thread.

"Come on, fellas!" he urged. "Don't go quiet on me now, you're almost there! Breathe!!"

And by some kind of miracle, the skeletons gained just enough energy to inhale deep enough to let out one final scream.

WHOOSH!!

There was a burst of light followed by an abrupt gust of wind. Sky immediately released the thread and jumped down to the ground. Thinking fast, he raced over to the four sticky webs that held down the brother's hands and feet. One by one he pulled them off with lightning speed, finally freeing them from the earth.

"It's open!" he yelled frantically. "Come on, boys! Now's your chance!"

For a moment, Sans and Papyrus didn't move, they were too dazed and breathless to even realize what was happening.

"Come on, you guys!" Sky screamed at the top of his lungs. "It's almost sunset! You have to get outta here!"

Finally, Sans managed to blink through the confusion, though the blinding light from the door made it difficult to see. But once his vision adjusted, his Soul nearly leapt out of his trembling ribcage. The door was open! They did it! He quickly glanced over at the sun, it was almost gone! They had to make a break for it before it was too late!

"PAP!!" Sans screamed in spite of the pain in his throat.

Papyrus, too, was in the process of shaking himself out of the daze.

"S…. Sans?" He muttered weakly.

Sans knew there was no time left, thinking fast, he leapt to his feet and scooped up Papyrus in his arms. The younger skeleton let out a startled yelp at the sudden shift in gravity. Adrenaline raced through Sans’s bones, immediately masking the soreness that would have otherwise plagued his body. He took off running for the door. To his horror it was slowly beginning to close as the sun continued to descend.

"Run!!" Sky screamed. "Keep running!! Don't look back!!"

Just as they were a few feet from the exit, Sans made a leap for it. Almost in slow motion, he managed to throw Papyrus through the doorframe while in mid-air. Papyrus landed with a hard THUMP into the door, with Sans falling flat onto his front just outside of it.

Quickly, the brothers scrambled for each other. They clawed across the floor, reaching for each other's hands. At last, Papyrus leaned forward, barely catching himself before falling over. He grasped onto Sans's wrists with all of his might and yanked him through the door with every ounce of strength he had left. They landed on top of each other just as the door closed behind them, leaving behind the colorful world of LaughterLand with a loud BANG!

For several moments they both just laid there, taking it all in. The world around them was pure white and eerily silent. Nothing could be heard, save for their heavy breathing. At last, after what felt like an eternity, they both sat up to look around. The door was still there behind them, but that was the only physical thing they could see. All around them was nothing but white. White sky, white ground, white everything.

"This seems … familiar?" Papyrus finally spoke.

"Y-Yeah," Sans stammered. "I think … this might be where … we came in."

At last, he remembered, this was exactly where they had first entered LaughterLand. The place where they met the Ghost Children, the place where this nightmare began. Wearily, the skeletons helped each other up. They looked around, attempting to brush themselves off.

"Okay..." Papyrus breathed out. "Where do we go from here?"

Suddenly from out of nowhere, a deep, familiar sounding voice echoed off the walls of the white space.

"Oh, I'm afraid you aren't going anywhere."

The brothers practically leapt off of the ground in fear. Their Souls pounded against their bones and they trembled.

"Sans, look!"

Papyrus pointed a trembling finger just ahead of them. There was a figure in the distance, it was walking directly towards them. It was short, it appeared to be walking on four legs. It didn't take long before Sans began to notice other figures starting to appear from the distance and were rapidly making their way towards the nervous skeletons. They froze in terror, not knowing what to expect. Too scared to wonder out loud just who or what was surrounding them this time. As their images became clearer and clearer, the skeletons nearly dropped to the ground in shock.

Denial flooded their minds. It couldn't be! There's no way it could be possible! This can't be real! The Cheshire Cat stepped forward, his sharp-toothed grin now glistening brighter than ever.

"Good evening, gentlemen," he said in his low, posh tone.

Behind him followed the loud and lumbering footsteps of the Tickle Monster, it growled with delight upon seeing them. Dropwart appeared soon after, followed by her pet snakes. Two shadows appeared off to the side, and the brothers knew instantly that they belonged to the Ghost Children.

"Sorry, fellas," came a small voice from the door.

The brothers dared to turn away from their horde of adversaries to see Sky standing in front of the door with a cocky look in his many eyes.

"Nothing personal."

[lias-writings]

West Coast & bathroom

18+ MDNI!!

summary: your best friend, roommate and dealer. the one and only, ellie williams. everyone knows her, everyone buys from her ’cause she has the best weed on the whole campus. you agreed to go on a party where your friend want to set you up with other girl, but ellie doesn’t seem to like it at all. what could go wrong when you agreed to dance with this girl? (dealer!ellie x fem!reader)

warnings: usage of weed, mention of drugs, smut, fingering (r! receiving), praise kink, slight degradation, dom!ellie x sub!reader, pet names (baby, pretty girl, etc.), mutual pinning, no use of y/n,

a/n: hii!! after a long time im back with another fic, this time ellie x reader. hope you’re gonna like this one, it’s my 1st smut ever soo….enjoy!! ♡. (disclaimer: the pictures are NOT supposed to describe reader, just couldn’t find that much race neutral and sadly 90% of these on Pinterest are white girls :()

it wasn’t a secret, that ellie williams, was a drug dealer. it wasn’t also a secret that you were her best friend.

your story begun at the junior year at high school. ellie just changed school ‘cause her former teachers didn’t like her ‘problematic behaviour’ so her adoptive dad Joel decided, it would be better for his daughter to continue her education somewhere else.

you, being one of the best students, were chosen to give her a tour, and introduced ellie to your classmates.

few weeks later you found yourself hanging out with her almost every day of the week. and this continued till nowadays when you both are at the same college, sharing one dorm.

you were just sitting on your bed, just thinking about how it all happened, how you met jesse and dina, oh and ellie, mainly ellie. she was constantly on your mind since you met her. at first you thought it was just a silly crush, but years later you realised, you loved her way more than she thought.

for the last months ellie has been really flirty with you, you thought it was just in a friendly way but it was upsetting you, thinking she doesn’t feel the same.

little did you know that she did fell the same about you, she was just too scared of loosing you,so she rather fucked every other girl on the campus. ellie built herself some reputation over the time she spent fucking around and now when she wanted to do something about it, it might have been too late.

“come in, the door’s open” you yelled after hearing a knock on the door.

“hey, girl” dina, one of your best friends greets you, while stepping into the room. she kicks of her red converse, and basically jumps on your bed to hug you.

when dina notices you’re unusually silent she furrows her eyebrows. “babe you need to stop fucking crying over ellie, i love you both, but she clearly isn’t seeking a relationship so put on that hot dress you have in your closet, and come with me to that party and we’re gonna find you someone who’s gonna treat you better, you know sophie? the masc third year? she’s been eyeing you up since last year” you listened closely to your friend, but the more you were thinking about it, the better it sounded, maybe a little distraction wouldn’t be so bad and dina was right. it’s time for you to move on and find yourself someone who’s gonna treat you right and who know, maybe it’s gonna make ellie jealous a little bit.

in a tight mini dress (you choose the color), heels and light make-up that complimented your face, you entered a house near campus. it’s not that you’ve ever been there before, but it’s the address, dina texted you. stepping in the door you looked around and saw a lot familiar faces. you saw your classmates, you saw jesse at the catering table and then ellie, she was sitting on the couch, man spreading and she was talking to some guy, probably selling weed to him, and before you could start admiring her hands and outfit ofc but also hands, you were trapped in a hug by you brown haired friend you were talking to earlier that day.

by the time she let go of you, her boyfriend jesse, was standing next to her, telling her to move so he could get a hug too. dina quickly grabbed you wrist and guided you to the drink table telling you, that sophie is keeping an eye on you ever since you stepped in the doorframe.

what non of you realised is was the fact, that ellie wasn’t sitting that far from you and overhearing you conversation, made her blood boil.

she knew that the only person, she should’ve mad at was herself but the jealousy was stronger. today was the day when she wanted to confess to you, ellie saw the party as a perfect opportunity, but no, you just had to start pinning over another girl.

when sophie finally decides to walk up to you ellie just let’s out an annoyed huff, rolling her eyes, she lights up her joint and inhale. she watches you closely and her hearing just blurs, when she finally notices, how fucking beautiful and sexy you look. the dress, showing all your curves, and your plumped pink-ish lips smiling at sophie’s words.

ellie felt her anger build up on every giggle you let out at sophie’s ‘lame’ jokes and her eyes widened and she almost coughed while exhaling when she saw you two hand in hand going to the dance floor. she saw the way sophie was looking at you, and there was nothing more ellie wished, than to be at her place.

you knew she was watching, you saw how her jaw clenched and how her eyes darkened with anger. you weren’t sure what you were doing, but you enjoyed sophie’s presence and when west coast by lana del rey started playing, you moved your body even closer to hers and put your arms around her neck, while she rested hers on your hips.

once the song ended you excused yourself, just for a few minutes because you needed to use a bathroom. ellie knew this is going to be her only shot or she may never get another chance ever again, so as soon as you went up the stairs, she went after you.

you were now in the first floor of the house trying to find a bathroom, once you found it, you knocked on the door (just in case) and when just silence was you answer you opened the door and before you had a chance to lock it, you heard a familiar voice. “wait,wait,wait,wait!”

“ellie?” you asked more yourself and opened the door. ellie quickly bursted into the bathroom, closing the door with her foot, and then locking it, so she could make sure, no one will interrupt you two.

“ellie, what are you doing here?” you put your hands on your hips and raised one eyebrow. you were leaning against the cabinet opposite the door, waiting for her answer.

she slowly took few little steps so she could be standing closer to you, just as sophie did, few moments ago, but in her presence sophie was the last thing on your mind. “i’m so sorry, pretty girl, it was stupid to act this way towards you i should’ve had told you long, long time ago”

“should’ve told me what, ellie” the way, her name rolled off your tongue, made her go crazy. she rested her palms on the wall behind you so your head was trapped between her arms, and your eyes were glued to hers. felling her hot breath on your cheek made you feel dizzy.

“that i love you, so fucking much” it was almost a whisper she let leave her lips with a relieving sigh, before she kissed you. she fucking kissed you. you wanted to push her away and list to her all the things she’s done wrong, you really did, but this was stronger than you, so you gave up and kissed her back.

the kiss was soft, romantic almost, filled with all the emotions you two felt for each other. when you ran out of oxygen, you had to pull away, but your foreheads were still touching. “i love you too” was all you could mumble before your lips were connected in a kiss again. this time it was different, more rough and hungry, you felt ellie’s tongue brushing against your lower lip, begging for an entrance. you parted you lips and your pink muscle was immediately met with the auburn haired girl’s one. in a matter of seconds a sweet kiss turned into a hot make out session.

suddenly ellie patted your upper thigh signalising for you to jump, you did and moments later you found yourself sitting on the cabinet with your legs parted so ellie could fit between them. you felt you heat getting wetter and wetter every second and when ellie brushed her knee against you clothed clit, you moaned, into her mouth.

“fuckk” ellie breathed out when she finally m pulled away from the kiss. “baby, i don’t wanna do nothing you don’t-” “ellie, please” you whined, needy for her touches. “please what, pretty girl? huh? tell me what you want, go on” you knew she was doing it on purpose, teasing you with her words, while lazily rubbing circles on your inner thigh. “ellie….i need you to touch me, please.” a smirk appeared on her lips as you threw your head back, thirsting for her touches on the certain place where you wanted her, the most.

“don’t worry, baby, i got you, ‘m gonna do everything you need me to, ‘y just have to be patient sweet girl.” ellie said in low voice, that made you head spin and heart melt.

she rolled you dress up a little bit, so she saw the wet spot on your soft, pink laced panties, that matched your bra. she cursed under her breath. “fuck baby, i barely touched you and your already so wet?” she would lie if she said it didn’t turn her on even more.

you threw your head back and let out a loud moan when ellie started teasing your cunt through the thin fabric of your underwear. suddenly you heard a sharp sound of the material getting ripped and when the cold air hit your heat you immediately knew what probably happened.

“i’ll buy you a new one, i promise” ellie muttered when she noticed your huff. “ellie…” you pouted desperately. “relax, pretty girl” she simply whispered to your each, she started, sucking, bitting and licking spots, on your neck and whenever you let out a sound she took a mental note.

after she was praised enough with her work on your upper chest, neck and shoulders she smiled proudly. “now, everyone gonna know that you’re mine, only mine, you understand?”

“yes, ellie” you were dripping in wetness and all you could think about was wanting her inside you already. “good girl” she praised you and then you felt her fingers teasing you clit.

“fuck-ellie” you were moaning her name like crazy, and wasn’t even in you, yet. “just like that, baby, let everyone hear you”

what she started pushing her two fingers into your hole, you thought you’ll cum just right there and then. she was pumping them in and out and you were a moaning mess. “you’re so wet for me, pretty girl. or do you think that anyone could fuck you this good? what about sophie, huh? I bet she’d love to what a whore you’re f’me, ‘y want me to call here?” she asked in a mocking way. “please, no-fuck, fells s’good els-only you!”

ellie, continued to fingering you, and the closer you were to reaching your climax, the louder you were. “gonna- fuck- cum, els” you whined and your body started to shake. “yea? you think sophie could fuck you this good? y’ think she’d make you come this hard?” now she’s holding your chin in her free hand, squeezing your cheeks together a little. “no-fuck..only you els!!” you screamed, and a hot tear rolled down cheek.

“my good fucking girl, now cum f’me, baby”

the praises made you reach your climax faster so you came all over ellie’s fingers, your legs still shaking, from the pleasure, you vision’s blurry ‘cause of the tears and your head’s dizzy.

“y’ did so good, baby” she said as she kissed you on your forehead “now let’s get to our place, shall we?” she suggested, with a smirk on her lips, knowing god damn well, that everyone heard you.

[ghostsnugget]

I didn't get a lot of feedback on my last post but I'm so glad so many of you liked and reblogged. Here's part 2 of temp on Base.

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"FOX TROT..." You respond, your call sign earning a couple of approving murmurs. "Very nice, well you talk to the team...eat...get as settled in as you can in a military base. And don't worry, they won't cause you any trouble." Price says with a chuckle, turning and walking away.

As much as you want to believe him the dirty looks they're giving you says different. You can't see Ghost's face but his eyes say it all. A cold chill creeps it's way up your spine and your face starts to burn. Gaz smacks the table softly and stands up. "I'm gonna go to the gym. I suggest you guys do the same, we have a big day tomorrow." Gaz says before turning and walking away.

You finally look down to see what was for lunch and see on your tray a sad looking Salisbury steak and some half mashed potatoes. In a little bowl in the corner of the tray are some brown string beans. They look like they were cooked too long. 'prison food' is all you can think as you look at this sorry excuse for a meal.

After contemplating your life choices for a minute you finally decide to eat. You have to hold back a gag as you eat the string beans. Maybe this is why everyone looks so grumpy. While you were zoned out apparently Ghost and Soap had left. They left their trays half eaten on the table. Having skipped breakfast you forced yourself to eat it all.

After that meal you didn't know if it would be a good idea to work out so you went to your room. It was still too quiet. Walking through the halls was like you had some how made a wrong turn and fell into the back rooms. Your room wasn't much better, it was the horrid color as the halls and the air smelled stale. They obviously didn't get many transfers.

Suddenly you thought maybe coming back here wasn't a good idea. It was cold in the room and the lack of air flow made you feel trapped. A Knock knock knock sounded at the door. The visitor kicked you out of your stupor, bringing you back to reality.

Opening the door you're met with Price's friendly smile. "We're having a meeting in an hour. Meet me in my office when it's time. Oh and change into your pt uniform." Without wanting for an answer he turns on heel and walks away.

Quickly you get changed so you're ready when the time comes. Your uniform is a pair of black basketball shorts, a white T-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes. Now is the hard part, finding something to do while you wait. The only things you brought were a book to read and a sketch book.

Neither sound appealing right now so instead you think it might be a good idea to take a walk around the base. Most of the halls seem the same. Eventually you find your way to the k9 training unit. Gaz is there, feeding the dogs and tending to the kennels. When he finally turns around and sees you he greets you with a smile.

"Hey, life on Base going okay for you so far?" It's a complete 180 from how he was in the chow hall. "It's as boring as boring can get, not much to do outside of training and what I brought..." You mumble.

He nods, giving a dog a little scratch behind the ear. Suddenly he stands and says, "it's almost time for the meeting, we should head over to Price's office." He puts the dog away and waves for you to follow him.

Arriving at Price's office you find Soap and Ghost already there with him. You and Gaz take a seat, waiting for Price to begin. "I haven't told you all what's going on on purpose. We have a top secret mission coming up and we need to keep this as quiet as possible." His voice is tense and quiet.

He looks around at everyone in the room, almost like he's assessing how everyone is reacting. "It's time to start preparing for project graveyard. We're going to be wiping out one of the most powerful terrorist groups in Germany."

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I hope you like it, I'd love to hear how you think I could improve and where you would like to see the story go next.