#each of these shots got me squealing and wheezing

[flanpucci]

| Dio's eyes (closeups from the Stone Ocean anime)

[enkas-illusion]

The Worst Kept Secret

Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Toji Fushiguro x f!reader

Rating: NSFW/Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Genre/Theme: Co-workers to lovers; non-sorcery au

Content warning: fluff but not too much, smut, oral (f & m receiving), piv sex, dom!Toji, sub!reader, overstimulation, unprotected sex, explicit sexual content, language, Toji has a filthy mouth.

Summary: Your colleague Toji only has eyes for you, despite having a reputation of sorts. Porn with a plot… or more like a build up.

Author's Note: Co-worker Toji is instantly attractive cause a) he’s not a bum and b) he’s Toji-fucking-Fushiguro – that’s all in my defence, your honour! This shit is nasty… no, I won’t explain myself (I'm pretty sure i was possessed while writing this). 

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one shot, please write to me and let me know your thoughts. I love reading whenever people have elaborate things to say T.T Thank you for reading! 

-Eren’s Birdie

Song Dedication: Talk by Hozier

“Rat!” you exclaim as you hold your phone up to display the word written boldly on the screen.

“Ummm…. It’s not a rat, it's not a patootie, it’s a ratatouille!” your coworker, Lisa, blurts out excitedly.

You both look at each other, trying your best to control before you burst out laughing. This goes on for about a minute till your bellies hurt and you’re wheezing. You quiet down as you wipe the tears forming in the corner of your eyes. 

“Why don’t I know that one?” your other coworker, Ema, mutters with furrowed eyebrows, confused at what could possibly be so funny about the sentence.

You’re too drunk to realise that sober you would not find it as funny as you do right now. But that’s what happens when you party a little too hard with your coworkers on a work trip and then hang around the hotel bar because nobody wants to go to bed even at 3am.

You look around at the handful of your coworkers, randomly occupying different spots at the bar, all too dazed and into their own conversations to pay attention to the stupid game that the three of you were currently playing – A word game your genius minds had developed, using a random word generator app and use it in a meme-able sentence.

“Oh god… next word. Feminism!” Lisa squeals, snatching your phone from you to generate the word for your turn.

“Fuck… I suddenly can’t think of anything,” you admit and giggle, trying hard to work your brain.

“Seriously…” 

“Wait, Wait… I need a few seconds,” you laugh, trying to save yourself. You look around and your eyes land on your office crush, Toji Fushiguro, sitting at the bar with your boss, Kento Nanami. 

You look back to your group with a determined look in your eyes, ready with your sentence. “I want him to do things to me that feminism wouldn’t agree with,” you giggle like a teenager, “hah! I’m a genius.”

However, your friends have fixated on something else entirely, ignoring your perfect answer, since their eyes follow your line of vision to the bar. “So, what’s the scene?” Ema looks back at you.

“It's your turn, next word–”

“Nah, we’re bored… this is far more interesting,” her eyebrows wiggle, as she scoots closer to you on the sofa. By the looks of it, Lisa has also forgotten about the game in a second. You realise you’ve dug this hole for yourself, yet you don’t mind sharing a drunk confession with your friends.

“Let’s head out for a smoke,” you get up from the sofa. Lisa is quick to grab her purse as both your friends spring up, hurrying to happily follow you out onto the secluded porch outside, ready for gossip.

As you light up your cigarette, Ema looks at you expectantly. Looking at her face makes you snort and you cough out the smoke before speaking, “Have some patience! Besides, there's nothing too juicy about this gossip.”

“Pleaseeee, literally everyone saw the way Toji was glaring at the man who asked you for a dance tonight… not gonna lie, he looked kinda hot when he got mad,” Lisa catches your lie as she fawns over Toji, something that has become a regular thing among the female coworkers at the company. 

“I know right? And I said no to the guy! What was he so pissed about anyway?” you protest.

“It's all because you agreed when the dude was like ‘at least let me buy you a drink sweetie’!” Ema imitates the stranger from the bar from hours ago.

“Hey! Who says no to free drinks?” you defend yourself.

“Okay, fair,” Lisa nods her head before realising, “aye, focus on the matter at hand! Why did you say no to the guy? He was cute.”

“Was he really though?” you retort.

“Yeah, like you’d notice anyone else when Toji's around… Please fuck him, I need some office drama!” Lisa snaps back before taking a long drag from her cigarette. 

“Yea right… I’m serious though,” you ponder between slow drags, “I doubt anything is going to happen between Toji and I.”

“Why not?!” Ema whines and you laugh at how it seems like they’re more desperate about this whole thing than you are.

“Need I remind you I literally just got out of a relationship? This is no time to be having stupid crushes. I need some alone time… besides you know how his reputation is. Sure, he flirts with me and I enjoy it a lot but I don't know,” you explain as if it’s an automated response stored in you.

“So what? Then just fuck him and get it over with. They say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone!” Lisa giggles, “Besidesss, I've heard he’s really good in bed… heard it from a mutual– uhhh, I don't really remember her name.”

“Oh wait, shit I remember that!” Ema squeals, almost dropping the cigarette from her hand in excitement, “But didn’t she also say that he basically ghosted her after? He just fucks around, I guess.”

“Hence the reputation… Men like Toji are the most charming kind. They know exactly what to say to get you to sleep with them but disappear when it comes to commitment,” Lisa ponders, staring into the distance.

“Exactly, everyone says that Toji doesn’t do relationships. And as horny and curious as I might be, I don’t just want us to fuck and leave it at that. It’d be way too awkward to have such a dynamic at the workplace,” you reason and they simply nod. There’s a beat of silence as all three of you smoke quietly.

“Still though… would it be so bad to just give it a shot? Simply see it as a one night stand and get it over with? If he’s that indifferent about it, I doubt it’d be awkward at work,” Lisa presses.

“I know right! I dont get why you’re thinking so much about it. At least the sex would be killer even if nothing else is assured,” Ema advises.

You take another big drag before dropping the bud to the ground and crushing it with your heel, “Hmmm… that’s true, I’ll think about it.”

“Think soon and try to seduce him in the three days we have here!” Lisa squeezes your shoulder encouragingly. 

“Yes! If you don’t want to, please allow me to! He looked so delicious yesterday,” Ema sighs and by the look on her face, you can tell she’s probably recalling memories of a shirtless Toji playing volleyball at the beach from yesterday. 

“Be my guest… but do it tomorrow, you’ve had a lot to drink tonight,” you snort.

“Please, drunk or sober, if there is one hook up I wouldn’t regret, it’d be him… after our boss of course,” Ema confesses.

“Yeah right. Either of us could still have a shot with Kento. Toji only flirts back with you,” Lisa looks at you with narrowed eyes.

You laugh before a sudden chill runs down your spine, and you cuss at the feeling, “Motherfucker– Should’ve gotten a coat. It's getting cold.”

Your coworkers eye each other mischievously before Lisa snickers, “Why don’t you ask loverboy to help you with it instead? That way you’d be warm inside out.”

“Oh yeah, great idea! Let me go back inside to find him–” you cut off when you see a figure walking outside towards your group.

You signal Ema, who has her back turned to the encroaching new presence, to shut up but it's too late as she fake moans, “Exactly… I’m sure he’d love to indulge you, he’d basically been eye-banging you all night, harder Toji, fuck yea–” 

“HEY TOJI! What’s up!” you’re basically shouting at the guy when he’s a few feet away, hoping to cover up and save yourself.

Maybe he senses your embarrassment, or maybe he didn’t hear her (hopefully) but he doesn’t say anything about it. Instead he greets the group and there’s an awfully awkward feeling in the air.

“Ladies,” he speaks coolly as he stands next to you, “Glad I found you here since boss man was looking for you two.” 

“Kento?!” Ema’s ears shoot up at his sentence as she exchanges a grin with Lisa. They rush ahead inside and as you are about to follow them, you feel a hand on your wrist holding you back. You turn to look at him with a confused frown.

“Where do you think you’re going? I was just getting rid of the two of them,” he smirks, making you look at his pillowy lips. 

When he catches you staring, you look down quickly, tugging a strand of your hair behind your ear nervously, “Oh… So, Kento wasn’t really looking for them?”

“Nope.”

“Oh… that’s– they’re gonna be disappointed,” you chuckle lightly as you fidget with your phone’s cover.

“Well, sucks for them, I guess,” he holds two fingers under your chin to make you look up at him, “You look pretty… you usually do, but even more so in that tiny dress.”

Your eyes grow wide at his confession as you feel the heat rush to your cheeks and you mutter a quiet ‘thank you’. You move to the front of the porch as you stare out at the vast night sky, partly to avoid feeling so mushy and partly because you feel the alcohol toying with your nerves. 

Another chill rushes down your spine and you’re pretty sure it makes you shiver visibly. As you mutter a quiet ‘fuck’, you feel him wrap his denim jacket around your shoulders. Your eyes widen at him in surprise.

“What? I’m a gentleman,” he teases, standing closer next to you. You laugh at this, turning to face him as you shake your head.

“Sure… a gentleman with a reputation,” you roll your eyes as you wrap your arms around your torso in an attempt to keep yourself warm. What you don’t realise is that this action further pushes your boobs together, causing Toji’s eyes to wander down briefly before he looks back into your eyes again.

“Aren’t you ever curious to know if I live up to that reputation?” he raises an eyebrow as he leans down closer to your face.

“Hmm, sure… if you were a stranger at a club and not someone who I had to see at work 9 hours a day, 5 days a week,” you roll your eyes at him as you bring up one hand to slowly run a finger down his shoulder to the outline of his bicep.

“Well, we see each other everyday anyway, so why not turn it into something we actively look forward to,” his fingers graze your jawline softly while his eyes shamelessly fixate on the dip of your cleavage, giving him a better view from the way he’s towering over you.

“As tempting as that is… I don’t do one night stands Toji–”

“Who said anything about just one night?” he interrupts and you tilt your head to the side in confusion, “I’m not stupid to approach someone I work with if I was simply looking for a quick fuck.”

“Oh… then please tell me what exactly you’re looking for?” you speak softly but it comes out more arrogantly than you’d like.

“You. I intend to fuck you more than once.” he’s direct yet his calm demeanour never wavers. 

You let out a nervous chuckle, “Look Toji… you’re hot, charming and oddly easy to get along with but I just got out of a relationship, it’s barely been two months–”

“I know… his loss for letting such a sweet thing go. Didn’t he initiate the break up? What a loser,” Toji laughs as his hand cups your face. 

You simply stare at him in bewilderment, you had no idea the news of your breakup had travelled even to the non-gossipers.

“Why me?” you ask, your curiosity getting the best of you.

“For starters, you’re hot. Two, I like it when we hang out outside of work, you put me at ease with your conversations. Three, I haven’t been able to hook up with anyone else for about a month since I found out about your ex… such a pretty girl should be cherished the way she deserves to be,” his fingers slide down to your collarbone, threatening to dip down even lower.

“Hmm… that’s a good enough pitch, so you want us to be fuck buddies? Exclusively?” you play with the collar of his shirt, entertaining the idea.

“Yeah, I’m not one to share,” his other hand comes up to brush his thumb against your bottom lip.

“Nothing serious?” you pout at him with fake disappointment.

“Not until the both of us feel like it,” he dips his thumb inside your mouth while his other hand snaked around your waist. You suck on his thumb as you stare into his eyes and he feels his blood rush straight to his cock.

“I can work with that,” you give him an innocent smile, “But let’s not be too obvious about it, I’d hate for our little arrangement to mess with our work life.”

“Perfect,” he smiles as he cups your jaw, staring at your lips while sliding his tongue over his lips to wet them instinctively.

Just as he’s about to lean down to kiss you, you pull back when you hear distant footsteps approaching. You see your two friends walking back towards you, talking among themselves.

“Hey, we couldn’t find Kento at the bar,” Ema mumbles.

“Really? He must’ve gone back to his room. Maybe ask him about it tomorrow,” Toji speaks innocently and you press your lips together to keep yourself from laughing.

You see Ema eyeing the jacket you’re wearing suspiciously and you suddenly take it off to hand it to Toji.

“Keep it. You’ll get cold again… return it tomorrow morning.” Toji speaks before you have a chance to give it back to him. You nod as you hold it closer to your chest.

“Alright then. Good night ladies,” he smiles politely before walking back inside. When your eyes shift from his diminishing silhouette to your two friends, they’re both staring at you with hopeful eyes.

“Nothing happened!” you exclaim and their faces drop.

“Fine, that’s it! I’m calling dibs, I’m gonna flirt with him,” Ema retorts. You simply chuckle and shrug, diverting your attention to your phone when it vibrates in your hand. You look at the notification and it’s a text from Toji.

Toji (Work):

Room no. 9010

Don’t leave me hanging, pretty

You lock your phone quickly as you look up again to force yourself to focus on the conversation.

“Could you not get the bottle from the cute bartender? We could’ve taken it to the room,” Ema sighs.

“No but I gave him my room number soooo…” Lisa giggles.

“Guys, I’m feeling a bit too drunk and tired to continue so I’m just gonna go to my room and sleep, okay?” you make up an excuse, hoping it seems believable. However, the girls are too drunk to analyse your lies and they simply pout and bid you ‘goodnight’ in a singsong voice, giving you a group hug.

You quickly make your way to the elevator and press the button to the ninth floor. And although you’re wearing his jacket again, you still feel your body shiver. You take a deep breath when you hear a ding, signalling your arrival. You walk out into the long passage quietly, skimming over the numbers till you spot his room, your heart feeling like it's about to fall out of your chest due to the thrill.

You knock on the door twice and fix your hair nervously. When no one answers, you unlock your phone to call him. You almost let out a scream when you hear the door unlock and he pulls you inside, catching you by surprise and making you stumble.

Before you have a chance to speak, Toji slams the door shut behind you, pushing your body against it before kissing you hungrily. You place your hands on his chest, creasing the fabric as you pull at it, humming into the kiss when his tongue shoves into your mouth. You close your eyes, the fluttering in your stomach making its way down to your core as his tongue plays with yours, making wet smooching sounds in the otherwise quiet room.

“I think you’ve misunderstood this. I’m simply here to return your jacket,” you tease, huffing as you catch your breath when your lips part. He smirks as he slides the jacket off your body till it pools near your feet before caging you against his body with his arms locking around your waist.

“Of course, this is me simply thanking you for returning it,” he moves one hand lower till it’s massaging the flesh of your thigh just below where the fabric of your dress ends.

“Oh, you’re welcome,” you give him another innocent smile as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull his head down for another kiss. 

His hands lift up your dress to your stomach before going back down to squeeze your ass. He deepens the kiss as he towers over you, making you arch your back, causing you to hook your arms around him to keep your balance.

When you break the kiss for another shallow breath, he moves to your jaw, biting and pulling your skin with his teeth as he makes his way down to your neck. You tilt your head to give him more access, letting out soft sighs as he leaves sloppy kisses all over the expanse of your neck.

While his left hand hooks around your waist to keep you steady, he brings his right hand over to your mound, pressing the sticky lace of your thong into your folds. When he feels how wet you are, he groans against your skin, biting it again.

He rubs over the fabric again and you moan out of frustration, he's so close yet there's a tiny barrier between. You try to grind against his hand, whining when he pulls away.

He gets down on his knees before you can complain and lifts your right leg over his shoulder, securing it in place. You lean your whole weight against the door, feeling like you'd fall if you didn’t have something solid to hold onto, so your hands make their way down to tug at his hair.

Toji hooks two fingers into the lace, pulling the fabric to the side to expose your puffy folds to him. He slowly slides two fingers over to separate them, your wetness coating the tips of his fingers immediately. 

“Knew you had a pretty cunt,” he murmurs as his eyes remain fixed on the way his fingers are working you. You let out a breathy moan, tightening your grip on his hair.

He brings his face closer to your core, peppering the entire area with soft kisses. You thrust forward into his face but it only makes him slap the inside of your right thigh harshly.

“Toji… please, stop teasin– ngh,” you plead but your words get caught in your throat when he licks a stripe up your cunt like it's a melting ice cream. He darts his tongue out to wiggle it over your clit and your legs feel as if they're about to snap and go limp.

“Toji– wait… I n-need to take off my heels,” you huff.

“No. They stay on,” is all he says before sliding two fingers into your hole with ease, and at the same time getting back to making out with your clit.

“Fuck– Toji please– ah,” your straight knee buckles forward as you yank at his hair some more to steady yourself. You let out an involuntary yelp when he lifts your other leg over his shoulder as well, burying his face into your pussy, hooking both his arms around your thighs. While this angle hits better, you feel a different kind of thrill about completely having given up control and trusting him not to drop you to the floor.

As you lean your head against the door, your hips rut further into his face and Toji doesn’t relent even for a second. As you hook your feet behind his neck, he brings his right hand down to your hole again, pushing three fingers in this time, meeting with a bit of resistance. The squelching sound of his fingers fucking your hole mixes with the sound of his lips sucking your clit.

“Feel s-so good,” you pant as your thighs twitch around his face. You shaky hands run through his hair weakly as you try to steady your ragged breathing. Each time Toji hits the right spot inside your walls, you moan out praises and encouragement for him to keep going.

He curls his fingers as he picks up the pace and it's brutal. You hold his hair so tight that you hear him hiss momentary before getting back to fucking you with his tongue.

You close your eyes shut as your hip involuntary thrusts forward, twitching uncontrollably as you come all over his fingers. You bite your tongue to control your moans, turning them into muffled whimpers instead. He pulls his hand out to hook it back around your thigh as his tongue starts lapping at your juices to lick you clean.

“Ngh– Toji, too much!” You squeal as you try to move your hips away from his touch but it causes him to poke his tongue out further over your sensitive skin.

“God– please, baby I can’t take it anymore,” you cry as your body jerks violently again. You hear him chuckle before kissing your clit one last time and pulling your legs off his shoulders and standing up again.

When you land on your feet, you're glad he’s holding your waist to keep you from crashing to the ground. He kisses you on your lips and you taste yourself on his tongue. It's enough to take your already intoxicated mind to a new level of high.

He slowly lets you go before stepping back to create distance as he hurriedly takes off his clothes and your eyes widen when you see the way his erect dick hangs low and heavy.

He grabs a condom from his wallet, tearing off the cover before sliding the rubber over his hung cock smoothly. The smug smile on his face grows wider when your eyes peel away from his dick to meet his gaze. You stare at him with a look of astonishment mixed with nervousness. 

“Toji… you're–” you whisper silently. Toji is blessed to say the least.

“It's okay, don't be scared, pretty. I'll make it fit perfectly,” he cooes as he closes the distance between your bodies.

You gulp when he pressed his hands on either side of you, caging you against the door. As he's kissing your shoulder, his hands move to your back to undo your zip. He struggles a bit, fiddling with the zip of your dress and you’re pretty sure you hear a rip when he grows impatient, tugging at the fabric harshly.

“Did you jus–”

“Shh… later,” he blurts out, not giving you a chance to complain as he pulls the dress down your body, unhooking your bra to yank it down. He quickly takes off your thong as well, leaving you exposed as you stand in front of him in only your heels.

“So much better than what I had imagined,” he stares at your naked figure hungrily and you pull him closer to kiss him once again, already missing the way his lips feel.

You wrap your hands around his torso to feel his muscular back with your fingers, growing wetter at how huge his body feels compared to yours. He pulls away to lean down, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples. 

You let out a satisfied hum and he repeats the action on your other nipple. Your eyebrows furrow as your back arches at the sensation and you weakly claw at his pecs.

“Fuck– I can't wait any longer… Just let me know if it hurts too much,” he groans as he scoots you up off the floor completely, hooking your knees over his elbows, opening you up wider as he readjusts his pelvis under you.

You bring a hand down to guide his tip to your entrance, sucking in a deep breath as you look down, anticipating his movement as he begins pushing his dick inside you. 

With your legs spread apart firmly, he presses his hips up, almost losing his shit at how tight you feel. You bring both of your hands up to hug them around his neck. You steady yourself, resting your cheek onto his shoulder briefly when you feel his movement come to a halt. You feel so full, there's a delicious ache in your lower belly.

“Shit– I'm gonna move now, okay?” he grunts. You simply nod your head as he grabs you by your sides to push your lower body away till only his tip is inside before pulling you in closer to fill you up again.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head while your mouth hangs open when Toji begins to slam you onto his hard length, repeating the motion over and over again as you let out broken cries of his name. When he picks up speed, your pussy flutters at the abnormal feeling, causing him to pounce into you harder.

“Oh god– nghh– Toji!” You cry into the crook of his neck.

“Mmh– look at me, let me see that pretty face,” he orders breathily. You pull away from his neck reluctantly, eyebrows still knitted as your lips stay fixed in a silent O shape.

“Look at how well you take my cock… ‘ts a perfect fit,” he hisses when your pussy squeezes him again at his words. You'd always thought that Toji would be the silent type, just like he was at the office, but seeing him spew such vile praises just adds more to the intensity of it all.

“Fuck– Toj–” you whimper as you rest your forehead against his.

‘Hmm? Yes, pretty? Cock got your tongue?” He laughs but it's strained. You tilt your head to kiss him on the lips and he shoves his tongue into your mouth to kiss you back hungrily. You moan into the kiss when he thrusts harder. In a swift motion he pulls away from the kiss, dropping your legs to the ground as he pulls out of you to turn you around.

He pulls your hips back to meet his, while pushing your face flush against the door to arch your back for him. He slides back into your hole in an instant, rutting into you from behind. Your hands press against the surface of the door while he grips onto your hips tighter to keep them from jerking forward due to the force.

You bring your left hand down to rub your clit, the pressure building up further as you get closer to your release. Toji leans forward to press his chest against your back, hooking his hand down to swat yours away. Instead, he replaces it with his fingers to toy with your clit and it feels so much better than your own dainty ones.

When your legs start to shiver as the pressure in your stomach builds up, Toji brings his other hand to intertwine his fingers with yours, pushing your chest further into the door.

With the way you're screaming his name, you're pretty sure anyone passing by outside can hear you. You wonder if that's the reason he's doing it, to show people just how good he's fucking you.

“Toji fuck– I'm coming– fuck!” You cry as your legs shake as you cum hard, threatening to give out, not being able to hold your weight. Despite wanting to finish himself, obsessed over how your pussy is sucking him in, he knows it'll be a bit too much for you to handle at the moment. So, he slows down as he secures one hand around your waist before pulling out completely. 

He turns you around till you're facing him, taking deep breaths to calm your breathing. He bends down to swing your body over his shoulder with ease as if you weigh nothing at all. He walks over to the bed before slamming you back down onto the soft mattress. 

He gives you another cocky smile, proud of how deliciously fucked you look. You recognize this look and just as he's about to lean forward to make his way to you on the mattress, you place one foot onto his chest as the heel digs into his skin.

“Time out… you’re too much,” you sigh and he lets out a snort.

“Better get used to it,” he smiles as he brings his hands up to take off your stiletto, tossing it on the floor before bringing your other leg up to take off the other pair. 

He holds both your feet firmly, pushing them into your torso till you're practically folded in half as he brings one hand down to rub your swollen clit.

“No,” you turn to the side to get out of the position before sitting up straight, looking at his still erect cock in front of you. You lean closer to him as your hand wraps around the length, “Let me make you feel good.”

You roll the condom down before discarding it to the side, leaning forward to kiss his tip, swirling your tongue around the angry swollen head before licking a strip up his shaft. When you open your mouth wide, he grabs his length to tap it on your tongue a few times before you wrap your lips around the thick head. You make eye contact with him as you take in more of him, letting your mouth adjust to his size slowly. He mutters a quiet ‘fuck’ while grabbing the back of your head to push it closer. You gag before you can even take his entire length in your mouth, tears slipping out the corners of your eyes.

“Yes, right there… such a pretty mouth. Come on, I know you can take some– ugh— more,” he grunts and you relax your mouth to deep-throat him.

As Toji lets out breathy cusses, you move a hand down to massage his balls. Your other hand moves between your legs to part your folds and rub soft circles. This doesn’t go unnoticed by the man and you see a mischievous smile creep up on his face.

“Let go, babe,” he smiles while firmly pulling at your hair. You move your head back and you can already feel your throat aching as it readjusts to the emptiness. You’re still stimulating his tip with kitten licks, lapping at the precum, all the while touching yourself desperately.

Toji grabs both of your wrists as he pushes you back up on the bed, climbing up before lying on his back. As you await his instructions, you’re confused when he signals you to sit on his face. You hesitantly straddle his chest but it all makes sense when he tells you to turn around. You giggle as the heat rushes to your cheeks as you lie face-down on top of him to sixty-nine him.

“Now, stop being so greedy and focus on sucking my dick,” he speaks as he pulls at your asscheeks to part them, parting your folds with his tongue. Your toes curl in as you lean down to take him in your mouth once again.

As you bob your head up and down, sucking his entire length, his groans vibrate against your pussy as he eats you out just as fervently.

You steady your hands on his thighs as the muscles flex and relax every time his tip kisses the back of your throat. You close your eyes to focus on your movement as it gets harder and harder with Toji slurping at your pussy ruthlessly.

When you bring your hands over to play with his balls, it has him unravelling quickly. After edging himself unintentionally the whole night, he can’t help but feel like this is the tipping point.

“Do you– mmh– mind swallowing?” His voice is strained. You shake your head no, not parting from his cock even for a second. His nails dig into the flesh of your ass as thoughts of you flood his mind.

He can’t help but feel his pride swell that he's the one who gets to ravage his seemingly innocent co-worker like this. As if it weren’t already hard enough, imagining the things he’d do to you when he saw you at the office – now he had actual memories in flesh to make it harder.

Two months ago, he wouldn’t have imagined you'd be going dumb over his dick this way. Your interactions had always been respectful, despite him flirting with you occasionally. It was only about a month ago that you took him by surprise when you give a witty reply,  flirting back with him.

Toji knew a thing or two about breakups, so when he subtly inquired and eavesdropped in conversations around the office, he heard your loudmouth friend talk about how sad it was that your ex had the audacity to dump you when you clearly were out of his league.

Sad indeed, Toji thought, wanting nothing more than to finally get to fuck his pretty colleague. But when you both were assigned on a project together about three weeks ago, the flirting had gotten out of hand and your talks were no longer just a few words exchanged out of courtesy. Toji knew he wasn't made for relationships but a part of him wanted to make you his and greedily keep you to him.

As he enjoys the way you’re sucking his dick with your pretty pussy fluttering under his touch, his desire to have you has only grown stronger.

He leans his head back when he feels himself shoot his load into your mouth, his dick twitching as he feels you lick and struggle to swallow him.

“Fucking hell–” he sighs, kneading the flesh of your ass lazily. When he feels the weight of your body lift up, he grabs your waist to pull your ass back to hover it over his face.

“Where do you think you're going?” He huffs and before you can answer, he's eating you out at a faster pace than before. You already feel overstimulated as is but when Toji pushes two fingers inside, it turns you into a blabbering mess.

You arch your back as you lean forward with your fingers denting the skin over his abdomen. You grind your hips to feel his tongue on your cunt. Your head hangs limply when you cum once again on his tongue and Toji continues to slurp at your juices.

You body twitches violently and you beg him to slow down. He chuckles as he licks you clean before placing a quick kiss over your folds, relaxing his grip to let you get off.

You roll over to the side till you're lying on your back, your chest heaving as you take deep breaths. You look down when you feel a hand on your shin. He smiles lazily at you as he caresses your skin. You smile back before closing your eyes to relax, but open them back again when you feel the mattress dip as the figure beside you shifts.

You find Toji caging you with his arms on either side of your head as he leans down to kiss your lips. You close your eyes, humming into the kiss. He dips his head down to give you another mark on your neck, bringing one hand down to play with your nipples.

“Let me rest!” you push his chest but it doesn't faze him at all.

“Okay fine,” he laughs, “I'm only going easy on you cause it's our first time.”

“Easy? You really live up to your reputation,” you stare at him in disbelief. This makes him laugh and it’s the first time you hear his real laughter and not the smug, cocky chuckles of usual. You grin when you feel a warm fuzzy feeling in your heart, maybe Toji Fushiguro has more to him than he lets on.

He creates some space between you when he gets off and before you can ask him what he's doing, he lifts you up in his arms to carry you to the bathroom. 

When he sits you down on the sink counter to run the hot water tap to fill up the tub, you giggle.

“What?” He walks back to you.

“Nothing… just… Now, I get why women apparently call you unforgettable,” you mumble, trying hard not to blush.

“I don't do this for them,” he shrugs. You roll your eyes at him, not believing his words.

He chuckles, “I'm serious! I don’t fuck around… much. It's not a communal dick.”

“Oh really? What have I done to deserve such special treatment?” You tease.

“If I want to keep seeing you, I have to make you want to see me again too,” he smiles, leaning closer till he’s standing between your parted legs, brushing a finger over your lips.

“I think you guaranteed that right after you made me come the first time,” you laugh.

“That easy? Why's that?”

You shake your head no and he raises an eyebrow, urging you to speak.

“Well… if you must know, I rarely came with my ex. He said he got tired quickly so often I'd finish myself off in the shower later,” you confess, feeling a bit embarrassed at admitting this to him.

“Damn. What a fucking loser,” Toji chuckles dryly as he lazily rubs soft circles on your inner thighs, “Well, I'm glad he sucked. It really was time for an upgrade.”

You laugh as you play with the hair on his nape. You wonder out loud, “Have you ever thought about anyone else from the office?”

“Like who? You’re the only one there who I’d get blue balls for,” he laughs.

“Seriously? Not even Ema or Lisa? They’re pretty hot,” you push.

“Not my type.”

“Hmm”

“Why do you ask?”

“Nothing… just…”

“They’re painfully obvious about their crush if that’s what you’re asking,” he lets out another dry chuckle as he brushes your loose strands to the side, “Well they won't bother from tomorrow.”

“Why's that?” your eyebrows furrow.

“Unless you have a top that covers your entire neck, they’re going to figure shit out instantly,” he smirks as he traces the light red/purple bruises on your neck. You twist to the side to look at your reflection in the mirror.

Your eyes widen as you gasp, “Toji! How am I going to cover these?”

“Maybe don't... it doesn’t matter if they find out– maybe that way the gossip will reach your loser ex and he’ll know just how well I take care of you,” he teases, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

“God, you’re obsessed,” you giggle as you slap his chest lightly.

“Hmm, maybe. Told you I'm not one to share… especially not when your pussy tastes so good,” he kisses down your body till his face is in front of your core again. 

“I never said yes to our little arrangement… I can always back out,” you tease but your breath hitches when he presses his tongue to your core once again.

“Hmm, maybe I need to try my best to convince you then,” he nibbles and you instinctively tangle your fingers into his hair, closing your eyes as you enjoy the way Toji fucks you with his tongue once again.

“Toji… the bathtub,” you sigh when you hear the water overflow. Toji pulls away, holding his hand out and pulling you to the bathtub. Once in, he closes the tap and turns you around till your back is flush against his chest. He kisses your shoulder from behind when you're nestled against his broad torso.

As you straddle his lap, you feel his boner poke your skin.

“Leave some for tomorrow,” you let out an exhausted chuckle.

“Ignore it…,” he speaks softly and you lean back, dropping your weight onto his chest. You close your eyes as you feel him rub and massage your skin with a soothing pressure all over.

You don’t realise you begin drifting into light sleep but blink a few times when your head jerks up, feeling his body shift underneath you. You lean forward to allow him some space and he gets out of the tub. You eye the way the water drips down his body, trickling over his toned back muscles before he grabs the towel to pat himself dry. His damp hair falls over his temple and you smile to yourself – you could definitely get used to this.

He holds his hand out to you and you take it as you get out of the tub. You undo the towel around his waist to dry your own body, feeling your skin prick due to the cold air after having spent a good few minutes in the hot tub.

Just as you’re about to wrap the towel around your torso, Toji tugs it out of your hand to drop it to the floor and instead lifts you up again to carry you out into the bedroom.

“Toji, I’m cold,” you hug your arms around his neck.

“I know… don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm,” he says as he lays you down on the bed, readjusting his position till he’s on top.

“I really think we should get some sleep,” you giggle when he kisses you cheek.

“This is how we build up your endurance… with more practice,” he leaves open mouthed kisses down your throat.

You laugh as you yank his hair to pull his face away from your skin. “Let me sleep! Good night.”

“You can sleep… I don’t mind,” he mumbles as his tongue teases one of your nipples, biting the hardened bud lightly.

“Toji! Behave!” you scold him in a not-so-convincing tone.

“If I had behaved, we wouldn’t be here,” he rolls his eyes as he gets back up to give you a long, lazy smooch till you’re both out of breath. When your lips part, he rolls to the side, collapsing on the bed next to you. 

He covers the thick blanket over your bodies before pulling you to his chest and kissing your shoulder with a soft ‘good night’. The act is surprising as you hadn’t really taken him for the cuddling type. You feel his boner stick out against your back once again and you laugh.

“Shh, this is all very new. Give me some time,” he teases, snaking his arm around your waist. You wrap your hand over his, letting yourself melt into his arms when he rubs soft circles over your belly. You involuntarily rub your ass against his hard on and he presses your stomach to still your movement.

“Don’t do that if you want to sleep,” he warns and you giggle as you close your eyes, the tiredness of the whole day taking over your senses as you fall asleep in his arms.

~~~

You wake up when you hear your phone ring from a distant corner. You try to move Toji’s heavy arm to free yourself but he pulls you in even closer.

“My phone’s ringing,” you whisper as you turn your head to look at him. His eyes are still closed as he grumbles in a low voice, “Let it.”

You still manage to wiggle yourself out of his grasp and quietly walk towards where your phone was lying on the floor near the door. Toji stirs and sits up, his eyes following your naked form as you pick up the call.

“Did you die in there or something?”, you wince when you hear Ema’s voice on the other end.

“Open the door, we’ve been out here for, like, 5 minutes now,” Lisa’s voice is more distant.

When your brain registers what they’re talking about, you slap a hand over your mouth as you stare at Toji.

“Give me 5 minutes,” you mutter before hanging up, not giving them a chance to protest. Toji gets off the bed and walks towards you.

“Ema and Lisa… they’re outside my room… and I'm here,” you sigh as you pick up your garments off the floor.

“Told you there’s no point in hiding,” he says, tucking a loose strand behind your ear, “I’ll walk you to your room.”

You simply narrow your eyes at him with a ‘yeah, right’. He takes the dress from your hand.

“I’m not joking…” he holds the dress up in front of you and shrugs, “Besides, you’re gonna have to wear my clothes anyway.”

You see that the zip is broken with the fabric looking frayed where the zip ends – you had heard it right, he did rip your dress last night.

“I really liked that dress,” you pout but it’s far from a complaint. You know you cannot complain after a night like that.

“I liked it too… it gave me a really hard time the entire night,” he gives you a quick peck, far from apologetic, “I’ll get you one just like it.”

You simply blush at his words before pressing your hands on his chest, “Fineee, get me something to wear.”

He squeezes your ass once before walking away to his suitcase. You put on your thong and bra back on just as he returns with a t-shirt and sweatpants. You snatch them out of his hands and put them on quickly. 

He laughs at how baggy his sweats are, the compression t-shirt is still okay in comparison, “Guess it’s too big for you?”

You crinkle your nose, cringing at his joke as you secure the drawstring tightly to keep the pants from sliding down, “No, it’s not that big.”

“Is that so?”, he wraps his arms around your waist, caging you in, “Do I need to refresh your memory?”

“Toji! My friends are waiting!” you slap his chest and he laughs, leaning down to kiss you.

“Let them,” he moves his lips down to your jaw.

“No, let’s leave,” you wiggle your way out of his arms, shoving your phone in the pocket of his sweats before picking up your heels to carry them in one hand. He quickly puts on a different pair of sweatpants with an oversized t-shirt and sliders before grabbing his keycard. 

“Oh wait… I think my keycard is in your jacket from yesterday,” you turn around when you’re at the door to find him already rummaging through the pockets to retrieve it. You grin at him and he simply shrugs, “Told you, I’m a gentleman.”

You roll your eyes again as he opens the door and you quickly make your way to the elevator. Toji’s hand is resting on your lower back when the elevator dings and the doors open. 

You know there’s no point in hiding, yet you walk ahead of him as you notice your two friends standing outside your room. Before you have a chance to greet them, you hear Toji’s booming voice from behind, “Morning, ladies!”

You brace yourself for their reaction and it’s just as animated as you’d expected. They don't try to be subtle about it as they smirk at you while greeting the man in unison and you realise it's a lost cause trying to keep it a secret.

And it surely doesn’t help that Toji makes it a point to grab your jaw and kiss you goodbye in front of the two for no damn reason, as if it weren’t already obvious about what had transpired between you two. 

As he leaves, you smile at him, watching him walk away. The heat rushes to your cheek when you hear Ema fake a cough and you turn around to look at your friends. 

“Open the door ASAP! I wanna know everything,” Lisa squeals and you know your friends would not leave you alone until you went into heavy detail about the whole night.

~fin~

[giggly-squiggily]

Omg I remember finding your acc during sentence starters maybe last year maybe few years ago?? The sudden feels hit and just wanna quickly say how much I love your account❤️

Okay so for the puffs, I would love to see lee geto, ler gojo and “I’m too ticklish satoru don’t” if it inspires you🫶🏻

{Puffs are officially CLOSED}

Oh my- you're too sweet anon! <3 And holy- wow! I'm honored you found me through my sentence starters last year! :D That's freaking awesome to hear! Thank you so much for the kind words! This prompt is beyond cute- I've gotcha covered anon!

“Suguruuuu~”

“Eeh-don’t!” Geto gritted his teeth as Gojo’s hands slid into his jacket pockets. “I’m too ticklish, Satoru!”

“But my hands are cold! And your pockets are warm~” The white haired teen whined, pressing his face into the crook of his boyfriend’s neck as he curled his fingers. “And you’ve got those laced pockets- is that a coin?”

“N-Nohoho! Thahat’s my cohohohoin!” Geto grabbed his wrists, doubling over with a laugh as he tried and failed to pull Gojo’s hands away. "Shahahahtoru, plehahahahhse!”

“Hmm..what else have you got in here?” Gojo shuffled his hands around, further sending waves of ticklishness across his nerves. “Got any candy?”

Geto didn’t bother responding. Not that he could, given Gojo was pressing right into that terrible spot along the sides of his stomach, choking his words and only letting laughter out. Instead, he focused his efforts on trying- and failing- to run away, shuffling this way and that with Gojo sticking to him like glue. “Ahehahahhahha! Sahhahahtohohohoruuuhuhuhu!”

“Stop moving- I haven’t found anything good yet!” Gojo snickered, pulling his hands out of his pockets. Just when Geto thought he was saved, Gojo shot out and grasped his hips, squeezing rapidly.

“SHIHIHIHIHI!” Geto howled, nearly losing his balance. His face started to hurt from how hard he was smiling, as did his belly from laughing. “NOHOHOHO DOHOHOHON’T!”

“Aww, does someone have ticklish hips? Hehehe~” Gojo laughed along with him, following him down as Geto collapsed across the grass. “Your hips don’t lie, Suguru!”

“SHHUUUHUHUSH! GEHAHHAHAHA, SHAHAHTORUHUUHU!” He wasn’t gonna make it- he could see the light with each squeal and cackle he released. In the distance, he could see Shoko standing there.

Shoko? When’d she die?

“Oi, don’t kill him.” A small kick to Gojo’s leg brought an end to his tickly reign. “We still need him for stuff.”

“Aww, okay.” Gojo mock pouted before getting up, offering Geto a hand. “You good, Sugu?”

“Ehehe..hhehe…j-juhuhust fine..” He wheezed, letting his friends pull him to his feet and off towards whatever “stuff” Shoko mentioned.

Oh, he was so gonna get Gojo back!

[violet27writes]

Whumptober Day 1: Sickness and Poison

AO3 link Here.

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Sky, the resident asthmatic, had been more lightheaded and out of breath than normal, admitted to having a sore throat- Yet told the rest of the group that he was fine to keep going. That if anything, it was ‘just a cold.’ That he’d be better once they made camp for the night and he got some rest.

Legend had watched a little later as Sky wrapped himself in his sailcloth, sipped from his mug, and listened to the sailor tell tall tales.

And for some reason, Legend believed what Sky had told them. Sky wasn’t a known liar. He would tell others when he was hurt, and wasn’t afraid to ask for a break if their trek was getting too strenuous for him.

So, after setting Time as the first watch, they all went to sleep, figuring things would pass come morning.

They didn’t make it to morning.

Legend, who was the closest to Sky’s bedroll, woke to an odd sound. It was a muffled, high pitched squeal in quick, uneven intervals. Still heavy with sleep, he tried to ignore the sound. It was still plenty dark out, meaning it was way too early to investigate weird noises. He turned over in his bedroll and buried his face in his pillow.

Right as sleep began to pull him back in, something clicked. The sound was something wheezing. Someone…

‘Sky!’

The realization shot Legend straight over to Sky, who, in the small light of the moon, looked very small.

He lay face up, gasping for more breath than he seemed to be getting, clawing at his throat with tears running down his face. His skin was covered in sweat, his face both far paler and redder than Legend could fathom.

The Veteran grabbed Sky's hands and tried to keep them away from scratching himself any further. He only panicked more, in turn.

“Hyrule!” Legend called out, continuing to fight against the other’s waning strength with little success, “Help!”

Luckily, those two words sent the once quiet camp into a flurry.

Wild, Four, and Warriors were the first to reach him.

“What’s wrong?” Warriors asked, trying his best to make out the situation in the dark.

Legend glared in the direction of his voice. “Help me hold his arms down, he’s gonna hurt himself.” Warriors and Wild were on it right away, while Four tried to find the lantern in his pack. “Hyrule!”

Time and Hyrule arrived only a few seconds later, with Wind and Twilight right behind.

The Traveler was at Legend’s side the next moment, starting to whisper under his breath. The Life spell. His hands began to shine with a light blue glow, lighting up the space before the Smith had lit his lantern.

With the light, everyone could see the red splotches on the Skyloftian’s neck, some running up to his cheeks, while more surely disappeared under his collar. That was no good.

After almost a minute of silence, with each Link wondering what ailed their friend, Hyrule’s glow faded, his eyes opened, and then he slumped tiredly into Legend.

“This… This isn’t natural.” He breathed, staring down at Sky.

“He’s been poisoned."

(@ailesswhumptober)

[zephfair]

I can't choose just one, I have to know about sugar baby and MrMrSmith 👀👀👀

Oooh, thank you so much! Thanks for letting indulge myself prattling on about my two little dramatic babies. 😘🥰

MrMrSmith is an AU based on the movie because I desperately wanted to hear Adam say "You still alive, Baby?" to his fellow assassin husband while they're fighting to the death after they finally realize each has been hiding his true profession. It came to me when I caught Mr. and Mrs. Smith on cable late one night, but I got busy with something else and when I came back to the TV, I thought I knew where it was in the plot as I scribbled down my fic outline. Only it'd been years since I saw the movie and I didn't know until later that the station was replaying the movie all night, so...my outline is different and I like it better.

I'm going to put part of my favorite scene under the cut along with discussion about the sugar baby AU because it involves Age Gap.

“So our intel was correct? You are the Dreamer? You tried to kill me today?”

“Yes and no,” Ronan choked out through the pressure on his neck. “I am the Dreamer, but I didn’t try to kill you. Not until now. You’re the one who took a cowardly potshot at me this afternoon.”

Adam shook him a little. “No I didn’t, Ronan.”

“Can I trust you?” Ronan wheezed.

Adam finally sat back on his heels, wiped his shaking hand across his mouth while Ronan gingerly felt his own throat. “Can you trust me? You? Mr. I-Don’t-Lie who kept a secret like this all these years?”

“Hello Pot, I knew you lie to me a lot, especially about your past, but holy fuck.”

“Ronan, I didn’t shoot at you. None of my people shot at you. I had no idea who you are.”

Ronan squinted up at him. “Adam, I didn’t shoot at you. None of the boys did either. I didn’t know you were the Magician either.”

“Then who—”

A grenade flew through the window and landed on the hardwood floor beside them. Ronan grabbed at Adam as he grabbed back and they struggled until they got themselves behind the refrigerator right when it exploded.

His vision blurry, his ears ringing, Adam did what he always did when he was off balance and lost—he reached out for Ronan. Only to find Ronan reaching right back, seeking assurance and offering comfort all at the same time. They got each other up, got to the back door, opened it, and a hail of bullets rained into the ruined kitchen.

“So not that way then,” Adam said, slamming the door closed.

“We're going to have to sacrifice one of the vehicles.”

“Not my—”

“The Q7.”

Adam screwed up his face in honest displeasure, and Ronan smiled and kissed his forehead like he always did when Adam scrunched it up. Then Adam froze, Ronan’s lips still pressed against him when they realized they’d just been trying to kill each other not two minutes before.

Adam pulled free, crawling underneath the windows that were almost entirely shot out, and made it to the garage door. Ronan was hot on his heels, managed to snag the Audi keys off the hook by the door, ducking instinctively right as a hail of gunfire ripped through the ruined windows again.

Adam slipped into the garage, but Ronan pushed him toward the passenger’s side of the SUV. “No way in hell, Lynch, it’s my car!”

“But I have the keys.” Ronan made an excellent point so Adam scrambled into his side and let Ronan get behind the wheel.

Ronan started the engine, left it in neutral, revved it hard twice, and said as he put his hand on the headrest of Adam’s seat, “Buckle up and hold on.”

Adam was ready to mock Ronan for his dramatics when Ronan dropped it in gear. But instead of charging out through the garage door, Ronan put his foot down hard on the accelerator and took it right through the back of the frame garage, right through their fence, the neighbor’s hedges and around a huge playset at the property on the corner before hitting the street, tires squealing as he threw it into drive and floored it.

“Call your people,” he ordered in a tone that usually made Adam’s fingers tingle.

“With what phone?”

“Like you don’t keep a burner hidden in your car,” Ronan said with the greatest sarcasm.

Adam swore at him because of course he did, he was a fucking professional, and he dug it out from the secret panel in the glove compartment. “Shit, the signal’s jammed.”

“Jesus, your people couldn’t get you better equipment?”

“Oh, like you’d even have a phone in the first place. I know what a Luddite you are,” Adam retorted. “How does your group contact you? Snail mail? Telegraph?”

“Fax machine,” Ronan said agreeably, shooting a sharp grin at Adam. Adam almost grinned back at their typical sniping.

Then it hit him—this was Ronan but how in the hell could be ever trust his husband again?

Ronan caught his change in mood, just like he always did, and said, “We need to get to safety. I’m going to take you to one of our safe houses.”

“You’d blow your cover for me?”

“Of fucking course. We have to get somewhere safe and figure this shit out.”

Adam just stared at his husband, awed as always when he exceeded Adam’s expectations and showed his true self. Or what Adam had thought was his true self. Damn it, they did need to get somewhere away from whoever the hell was shooting at them and talk this all out. But Adam wasn’t about to give Ronan any intel about their safe houses either.

They were rapidly approaching the intersection that led to the interstate. Ronan glanced ahead and said, “Hey, is that Sargent?”

Adam looked over to see Blue, grim face set in determination, behind the wheel of an armored Hummer racing toward them. Henry was clutching the oh-shit handle, his mouth open in what was probably a scream of terror.

In the long instant before the collision, Adam mused to himself he’ll fly anything but he hates driving cars; it’s so weird how both of them hate motor vehicles when Blue T-boned the driver’s side of the Q7 and everything went dark.

So, that's the Mr. and Mr. Smith AU. I really want to finish it, but I'm not sure I can pull off all the action in an interesting way.

For the Sugar Baby AU, there is TW: Age Gap. Adam (in his mid- to late-20s) thinks he is becoming a sugar daddy, but of course, Ronan is never what anyone expects. Basically, established businessman Adam meets Ronan, thinks he's a broke college student, sort of takes pity on him, ends up falling for Ronan's dubious charms and lets Ronan seduce him. Only, Ronan isn't exactly what he seems, and Adam finds that out, along with his true feelings.

IF I can ever write it to my satisfaction, it will be far and away the most serious drama I've written for TRC. I kind of want to explore the differences between them and go along with Adam not always being the nice guy, especially if he didn't have Gansey and Co. to temper him.

BUT, I'm not gifted at writing, particularly drama, so I don't know if I'll ever finish it. 🫠 I like poking at scenes and dialog when I'm feeling bitter and want some drama.😂

Thank you for the ask, and I'm sorry I dropped a novel on you!💖

[wolken-himmel]

In which (Y/n) and Azul meet their future daughter.

More surprisingly, she's a teenager — around their age.

Request by @super-mikisenapi-blog.

"Man, Night Raven College sure looks just like Mom and Dad described it."

The lost girl wandering through the empty courtyard let her eyes roam the area, her lips pursed into a little grin. A look of awe flashing over her face, she continued to venture onward, never really knowing where the door she walked through would lead her.

Yet, she wasn't scared.

A scoff escaped her lips at that thought. Lost and frightened? Her? No, not at all. She wasn't a little child anymore, after all. Even if her mother had always been overprotective of her, she had eventually been forced to come to terms with the fact that her baby daughter had entered adolescence — teenhood.

As the frustrated girl trudged through a forsaken corridor with her hands in the pockets of her pants, she let her eyes drift over to the many portraits on the walls. The painted people eyed her curiously, but there were two other pairs of eyes that were trained on her — heterochromatic ones.

Floyd and Jade had just rounded the corner when their attention fell on the stranger that was unintentionally approaching them. Her attention seemed directed elsewhere, but the straight corridor led her directly towards the two.

Jade's eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. "What's a girl doing out here on campus, Floyd?" he asked his brother.

Yet, Floyd seemed too caught up in excitement to acknowledge the question. Squeals of joy escaped his lips, and he sped up his pace, thus leaving Jade behind. A grin was etched onto Floyd's face. "What? Another one like Shrimpy?" he drawled when his brother had caught up to him again. "How strange! And this one looks exactly like Shrimpy, too!" He clapped his hands together happily.

"(Y/n)'s sister, perhaps?" Jade speculated while looking the girl up and down. It was obvious that she was around their age, but she still didn't belong here, her lack of uniform told him that much.

Before one of the two eels could pipe up as they passed by the girl, she came to a halt in front of them and sent them a little smile. The wave she shot them caught them off-guard — but what completely snatched away their composure was when she murmured, "Oh hello, Uncle Floyd and Uncle Jade."

"Uh—" Jade's eyes grew in horror. "Excuse me?"

The girl pushed back a few of her unruly strands of silver hair before she shot them an amused look. "So you two have always been this tall, huh?" she asked, chuckling. Without letting them regain their composure, she forced herself between them and looped her arms with each of theirs. No trace of fear lingered on her face whatsoever; instead, the peaceful expression revealed a certain familiarity with the gesture.

By then, Floyd couldn't hold back his laughter anymore. "What are you talking about, Shrimpy Jr?" he managed to press out between wheezes.

The girl joined him in his laughter and only looped her arm tighter around his affectionately. "Aww, I always loved your nickname for me, Uncle Floyd!" she exclaimed, her stoic expression from earlier replaced by a beaming smile, very reminiscent of a child. For a moment, the need to be mature faded away, and she allowed herself to be a little girl again. "Although..." A fond smile appeared on her lips. "It never made much sense since I'm more of an octopus than a shrimp, you know?"

She tilted her face into Floyd's direction, only then allowing him to get a closer look at her features. Her eyes shimmered brightly beneath the dark eye-shadow she wore, but what stuck out most to him was— "That mole—" Floyd breathed out in surprise, the placement of it reminding him of someone else.

The silver-haired girl nodded casually. "Yes, I got it from Dad. What about it?" Unaware of the brothers' astonishment, she let out a gasp and pursed her lips. "Talking about Dad," she muttered in annoyance, "do you know where he is? I was studying with him for an upcoming alchemy exam, but then Mom barged in and something blew up— and now I'm here. Wherever here is..."

That was when all the puzzle pieces in Jade's mind clicked into place. The mole, silver hair, and (E/c) eyes...

A sly grin making its way to his lips, he drawled, "Oh, Azul and (Y/n) will love to see this..." His gaze met his brothers, and without words, they came to an agreement.

"Come along, Shrimpy Jr!" Floyd exclaimed as he and his brother tugged the girl forwards gently. "Your uncles will take you to your parents."

"Let's be off, then," she agreed eagerly.

°°°

"Floyd, let me down this instant!" you cried out, your fists banging against his back. The way you were slung over his shoulder like some potato sack caused your cheeks to flare up in anger, as well as embarrassment whenever passersby would send you strange glances.

Yet, your demands fell on deaf ears. "Sorry, Shrimpy," the energetic student cooed playfully. "No can do." Just as he had uttered those words, the two of you arrived inside the Mostro Lounge's VIP lounge. In there, three other figures already stood gathered by one of the couches — Azul, Jade, and a girl you didn't recognise.

Azul seemed just as annoyed as you were. "Jade, can you finally explain now what's going on?" he demanded, his arms crossed and his left foot tapping against the floor impatiently.

"This is a family reunion," Jade explained and gestured for Floyd to let you down. His brother obeyed happily, even snickering when you tried to slap him, which he dodged easily. A smile of superficial concern gracing Jade's lips, he pushed you over to Azul. "Cheer up, you two."

The force of his little nudge sent you tripping over your own feet, but luckily — and very much intended by the sly eel — Azul managed to catch you just in time. His pale cheeks were dusted a soft crimson when he helped you to your feet again, causing his henchmen to snicker to themselves.

The awkward and tense atmosphere disappeared when the girl, who had been quietly laughing to herself until now, stepped forward and approached the two of you. "Yes. Dad, don't you dare faint on us. And Mom, can you please calm down? I'm sure Uncle Grim can manage an hour without you," she uttered with a casual roll of her eyes.

Still holding onto each other, Azul and you simultaneously cried out, "What did you just call me...?" Your eyes were ripped wide open in surprise when she affirmed her words with a small and hesitant nod.

"Congrats, you two!" Floyd exclaimed and forced his way between the two of you, his arms wrapped around the two of you. His eyes were closed in delight, and a grin occupied his face. "It's a girl!" He began cackling when he gazed upon your horrified faces.

"What," Azul began shakily, "are you implying with that, Floyd?"

"I'm your daughter from the future, I guess," the foreign girl answered in his place, somehow calmer than you were. A nonchalant flick of her wrist followed as she rolled her eyes. "A potion I was brewing exploded, and now I'm here. But that's... so bothersome. Like, I need to continue that experiment! It's due in a few days. And I don't want to fail alchemy class. Not when I want to surpass Dad's skill with potions one day!"

Unable to help himself, a proud smile blossomed on Azul's face. "Oh, that girl is my daughter, alright..." he murmured under his breath while playfully wiping a tear from his eyes.

Although your limbs were still frozen in shock, you somehow managed to peel yourself from Azul and Floyd to approach the teenage girl who claimed to be your daughter. Your feet came to a halt on their own once you stood in front of her. "I still can't believe it..." Without realising, you raised your hands and put them onto her shoulder. A little chuckle escaped her lips as you looked her up and down. "Well uh, what's your name?" you asked awkwardly.

"Morgana Ashengrotto." She bowed mockingly. When she straightened her back again, her sharp eyes gazed into your own, a grin plastered all over her face. "The one and only," the teenager added proudly.

She couldn't have been lying; you felt some sort of strange connection to this girl you had just met. Overwhelmed by the conflicting barrage of emotions, you simply lurched forward and wrapped your arms around her. "You're so— so pretty!" you cried out, your voice muffled with how you had your face pressed into her shoulder. "My little baby girl..."

A sheepish smile appeared on Morgana's lips as she patted your back awkwardly. "Thank you, Mom," she cried out when you let go of her, only to squeeze her cheeks in newfound excitement. The gesture caused her face to contort into an embarrassed scowl. It was only when she slapped your hands away that you snapped out of your stupor and shot her an apologetic smile. Her hands cupping her stinging cheeks, Morgana nonchalantly murmured, "You know, this is the first time I've seen you with two legs, Mom."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "...what do you mean?"

Morgana couldn't tear her eyes away from your legs as she slowly explained, "Uh, you usually have a tail like all the other merfolk. You told me that you were a human once but now regularly drink potions that turn you into a mermaid after you moved to the Coral Sea with Dad. I walk around on legs all the time because my school is located on land, but you with two legs is a strange sight, Mom."

"Me? A mermaid?" you breathed out in surprise. "And living in the ocean... with Azul?"

Azul, on the other hand, looked like he had just won the lottery. The big grin on his lips grew even larger when your dumb-founded gaze met his. "Oh, this is the best day of my life!" he cried out and threw his hands into the air in celebration.

[camels-pen]

Holy Feathers, Phantom!

Summary: Danny gets wings and the town becomes a lot more culty than usual. Somehow, this becomes the GIW's problem.

based on @seaglass-skies' prompt "Danny's gotten into a mess he knows his friends and family can't get him out of. He doesn't think he'll be rescued at all, but he ESPECIALLY doesn't expect it to be the Guys in White who rescue him." and @kiinotasha's prompt "Wing AU: It started with an itch that never seemed to go away. ( He can have them in both forms or just one )"

edit: forgot to add another note that this was also inspired by @impyssadobsessions' fanatastic wing au danny art

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A large BOOM shook the building, causing dust to sprinkle down from the ceiling tiles. 

The cultists exchanged glances before turning back to Danny.

He shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re looking at me for.” He flexed as much as he could in the restraints. “Clearly, I can’t move a muscle.”

A few of them grumbled to one another before one of them—the one Danny pegged as the Idiot In Charge—instructed the others to barricade the door. A truly genius choice when they weren’t sure if the building was crumbling around them. 

An explosion blew out the door and a good chunk of the surrounding wall, sending the cultists’ meagre attempt at a barricade flying everywhere. A large cloud of dust billowed into the room, covering practically everything. 

Curse these commercial anti-ghost restraints. Why did his parents have to sell this stuff? Why couldn’t they have just sold ghost shields instead? At least he could use his enhanced vision in a ghost shield. 

With his luck, his parents just busted in, armed and ready to replace this set of restraints for the ones at home to dissect him. Vivisect him? Eh, he could debate semantics later.

“What the—? Why are you—?!” The Idiot In Charge was cut off with a pained gasp followed by a loud thud and a familiar sort of wheezing sound. Danny winced in sympathy. That guy definitely just got a nut shot from a steel toed boot. He’d seen Sam do it enough times to know the initial reaction by ear. 

While it was great that his friends came for him, he didn’t exactly know how they managed to search for him with all the ecto-signature dampeners the cultists set up. Also, despite the intense strain on his shoulders, he can’t worry them any more than he already had.

He breathed through the pain and spoke in as steady a voice as he could manage. “Guys, you really didn’t have to come, I had it cov—” The dust cleared and Danny paused. “You’re not Sam and Tucker.”

“No, but we are trained federal agents,” said Agent K as he aimed his blaster at the surrounding cultists. Agent J took out a fancy looking letter opener and hovered near Danny’s wrist.

“Federal agents that kick people in the balls apparently,” he muttered to himself, trying to keep his breathing steady and watching the letter opener with unblinking eyes. Agent J said nothing, cutting through the first restraint and continuing to the next. They both remained silent until Danny was completely free and sitting up on the table. 

Danny rubbed his wrist and chanced a glance at each of them. “What happened to ‘painful painful experiments’?”

“Don’t get it twisted,” K snapped. “We can’t perform experiments if you ascend to godly status.”

Danny grimaced.

---

“Look! Up there!”

“What is that?!”

Loud squealing. “It’s the ghost boy!”

“But he’s got wings? Why in the world would he have—?”

“Clearly he’s been rewarded for his heroism!” Someone yelled. “The Lord must’ve blessed him!”

“He’s an angel!” 

“No, a saint!” 

“Maybe a prophet?”

“Hey!” Danny yelled. “I’m kinda in the middle of something here!” He quickly threw up a shield to cover the crowded street, protecting everyone when Skulker shot a missile at him. He grit his teeth as the shield began to crack. “It’d be really helpful if you all got out of the way!”

Finally, he heard screams below him. He wished they would’ve started running earlier, but better late than never. When the blast subsided, he shot a blast at Skulker, launching him away and allowing Danny a moment to turn back and point out the nearest fortified building.

But instead of a panicked crowd running around aimlessly to duck behind whatever they could, they all swelled around one guy holding one of Danny’s feathers clutched tightly in his fists.

“It’s mine! I caught the feather, so I get its magical properties! It’s common sense- OW that’s my ear!” the man yelled.

Danny was filled with the urge to scream. 

---

“So… you guys believe all that angel stuff too?” Danny asked, shoulders slumping as they headed down the hallway.

“Keep floating ecto-scum.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “C’mon K, don’t tell me you haven’t heard the stupid rumours. Everybody’s got some theory about me. I mean, why else would I be kidnapped by a literal cult.”

“Because you’re a ghost and they’re delusional.”

“Well yeah, but other than that.” Danny hummed, putting a hand to his chin. “Maybe I am some kind of angel. Like that Dean guy from Supernatural. Or was that the name of their car?”

K grit his teeth and breathed deeply through his nose. He stayed silent.

“Not gonna answer me because you know I’m right, huh?” Danny said, turning with an understanding expression and twitching lips. He patted K on the shoulder. “There’s no shame in that.”

“You’re not—!” 

“K.” J turned his head just slightly to K. “The more you engage, the more it’ll blabber.”

K ground his teeth. “Affirmative. Engaging stealth protocols.”

“Oh, you guys are gonna stay stealthy for a while? Smart. We’ve gotta be on the lookout for any other cultists roaming around.” Danny sat with his legs crossed while he floated backwards. “And while you do that, I can rant to you about all the stuff I’ve had to put up with since I got these.” He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder and the pair of white fluffy wings lifted just slightly before folding back. “It all started last week, when I went to visit this half-dove half-vampire ghost—”

The group continued down the hall at a slower pace at first, one that started getting faster as time went on almost in sync with the growing irritation on both agents' faces. They stopped at a pair of elevator doors at one point, the two agents slumping slightly in what Danny could only describe as relief. The moment he noticed the out of order sign stuck on the door, he gleefully informed the agents before jumping right back into his ranting.

Honestly, it felt kinda good to let out all his frustrations with the events of the past week. With his friends, he might’ve felt a little bad for complaining about something that’s not super terrible and would be awesome on literally anybody else. But with these guys? Danny would take absolute pleasure in annoying the hell out of them with all of the smallest, most insignificant details and every single entitled thought he could come up with. It’s not everyday he has a captive audience consisting of two people who’ve tried to strap him to a table and cut him open. 

(He tried not to think of another two people who’ve tried to do the same.)

“—and don’t even get me started on all the Saint shit. I haven’t even been dead that long!”

“Hey,” K whispered to J. “If you manage to get him to shut up, I’ll cover your next shift.”

“Done.” J cleared his throat. Phantom turned back to him. J pulled out a small metal container and handed Phantom a jawbreaker. Phantom lit up and immediately popped it in his mouth. He stayed silent as he ate.

K furrowed his eyebrows. “Do you just keep those on you all the time?”

J nodded. “In theory, it should entice teens and kids into conversation where I can mention the intern program.”

“Oh yes, you’re one of the recruiters aren’t you?” J gave an affirmative hum. 

K paused. “What did you mean by ‘in theory’?”

J frowned. “In practice, it hasn’t had a single success. Initially, I had shown a bit more initiative, asking any young people who passed by me if they’d like some candy. When that didn’t work, I tried operating on the go and within one of the organization’s vans so I could—”

“Wait. Hold on. You tried asking kids if they wanted candy? You do realize what that seems like, right?” K said. “And which van did you use? Specifically, what colour?”

“I don’t really see how either of my methods have been a problem, but I was using one of the white vans, of course.”

K tried to imagine a picture of it in his head. He sighed. “I think you gave people the wrong impression about us.”

“What impression could I have possibly given them other than a hard working agent looking to recruit brilliant youth to keep the people safe from ecto-scum?” 

K grimaced and averted his gaze, causing him to look directly at Phantom. The ghost was smiling widely, mouth puffed out with the large candy in its mouth. Well, at least that was still working to keep it silent. 

“I’ll explain it later, when we’re out of here,” K said, focusing ahead once more. 

All too soon, the jawbreaker was gone and Phantom started flapping its ecto-gums again. K rubbed his temples. “I’m gonna need some Tylenol when we get back to base.”

J sighed. “I admit, maybe staying silent won’t help our blabber mouth problem.”

“Wanna seal its mouth shut with the anti-ecto tape?”

“We can’t. ‘No harm to the entity’ remember?” At this Phantom perked up.

“Oh? Is that why you guys haven’t been shooting at me the entire time?” It pretended to pout. “And here I thought we were finally getting along like friends.”

J swiftly pulled out another jawbreaker. “Oh dope, thanks.” It popped the candy in its mouth and finally, they had blessed silence again. K could only hope J had enough to last until they got outside.

---

Agent Alpha tapped a finger to the papers spread on her desk. “Agents, do you know what this is?”

J raised an eyebrow. “Our quarterly performance reports?”

“A… raise?” K asked, struggling to keep the hope from his voice.

Alpha ignored them and held up one paper. “A petition with 90,000 signatures.” She set it down and picked up another. “A list of complaints from fellow reputable ghost hunters.” She picked up another. “A formal cease and desist letter from the chief of police.” 

“This, agents, is the beginning of our demise as a peacekeeping organization.” She glared at them. “All because you two buffoons couldn’t catch the ghost boy sooner.”

“With all due respect, it’s not as easy as it seems, Agent Alpha,” J said. 

“With all due respect, I. Don’t. Care.” She stood from her chair and turned to the window. “Do you know what our role is as a secret government agency?”

“To… stay secret?”

“Wasn’t sure you knew the answer to that one, but yes.” She turned her head towards them. “You’ve already failed spectacularly on the secrecy front, but we’ve always managed to cover it up somehow. This time though…” She sighed, her head tilting down as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. K shifted his feet and J pulled at his collar.

Abruptly, she turned around. “You’ve managed to draw too much attention for us to cover with our own resources and we still don’t have full government backing yet, so, for the time being, the GIW is going to act on its best behaviour.” She placed her hands on the desk and leaned forward. “This means that, at least while the town is convinced that the ghost boy is some sort of heavenly saviour, we will act as if this were true and treat it- him with the same courtesy as a member of congress. Theoretically, this should give us enough good publicity to be seen as having good intentions with a few bad eggs sullying our name.” Both J and K winced, but quickly started up with protests.

“But ma’am, we can’t in good conscience treat that thing like-”

“That thing is a specimen that needs to be studied to better hum-”

She glared at them and they instantly cut themselves off. “Keep in mind, this is all the result of your failures. You have no right to complain.” She sat down heavily in her chair, rubbing her temples. “Now go rescue the ghost boy before it- he gets killed.”

--- 

The agents ran out of jawbreakers like, four floors ago, but with how exhausted he felt, he thought he might as well give them a brief reprieve before getting back to it. The singular It’s Not Unusual in the sea of What’s New Pussycats, if you will. And just when they think that they’re free of his charming wit, he’ll knock them out with the perfect one liner.

Yeah, Danny’s gonna have fun with this.

In the meantime though, it’d probably be a good idea to get a better sense of his surroundings.

…or he could be immediately distracted by his wings for the fifteenth time in a row.

The large fluffy white wings stretched outwards as he flexed his back muscles. He watched, almost entranced as each feather moved through the air. He tugged lightly on the end of his right wing, rubbing a few feathers between his gloves. Ancients what he wouldn’t do to just take off his glove right now and run his fingers through it for hours. Or, better yet, get Sam or Tucker to do that.

Without noticing, he nearly floated headfirst into a wall. He jerked back at the sudden obstacle, his wing slipping from his grasp and the joint at the top bumping into his cheek. 

And Danny practically purred.

He knew the feathers were soft, had felt them himself, but to have them brushing against his cheek like that? It was so soft and soothing. Like a hug from his parents when he was a little kid. Like a hug from Jazz on a bad day.

“Don’t stop moving. We’re nearly outside.”

The sound of J’s voice was like ice water down his back. He tensed up, folding his wings tightly behind him and turned the corner, continuing to float down the hall. “Yeah yeah,” he mumbled. 

There was a set of heavy blue emergency doors embedded in the wall, a broken lock and chains littering the ground. It was a push door, so it was strange the chains were broken on the inside, but the agents might’ve scouted out this exit before they came for him. Ancients know they love to be prepared before failing miserably. 

The sound of the agents’ footsteps paused behind him. Danny rolled his eyes and turned back to glance at them. “What’s up? Did you break some stupid rule breaking a lock the wrong way or-?” He tensed as he noticed J and K holding up their blasters and keeping their backs to each other as they slowly scanned the hall. Danny floated closer towards them and whispered, “What’s wrong?”

“We didn’t open those doors,” K hissed. “Someone or something got here before us.”

Danny furrowed his brows. “How do you know it wasn’t one of the cultists panicking and thinking the building was about to go down?” He was pretty sure they all carried some kind of blunt instrument, the throbbing at the back of his head was proof of that. 

Reaching back to rub at the offending spot, he knocked into his wings, raised and puffed up. He sighed and began the process of purposefully loosening his muscles while subtly petting down the feathers. He didn’t want to know what would happen if J and K noticed a new trait connected to his wings being more bird-like than angel-like. 

Who was he kidding? They’d probably just start shooting at him again. Though they might have a few more painful experiments to conduct than before. Danny grimaced at the thought of someone picking apart his wings, imaging something far worse than the initial splitting pain in his back when they first emerged.

“We don’t, but section 4, subsection 25 states-”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah, whatever. You’re probably just gonna make up something about never underestimating the enemy or something.” He flew ahead of them, past the fire alarm, extinguisher, and a vent near the ceiling. “Speaking of enemies, you never did explain why you were helping me escape. Wanna fill me in or-?”

In an instant, Danny was tackled to the ground and a shrieking voice was asking him to kiss someone’s forehead and give them his blessing. They were spouting how they crawled through the vents and prepared the exit for him when J and K both yelled and Danny was abruptly free to move again.

“That’s our good publicity ticket, you scoundrel!”

“Stay clear of the ghost scum or you’re under arrest!”

Danny sat up and blinked, watching as J spouted off some kind of abbreviated version of the Miranda rights and K none too gently put the vent guy in handcuffs before realization hit. 

“You guys have to protect me because you’ve been fucking up so bad lately.” J and K stilled, becoming silent. A wide grin spread across Danny’s face. “That’s it, isn’t it?”

K cleared his throat, but didn’t meet Danny’s eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’re just in the middle of a carefully crafted plan to capture and experiment on you. Obviously, we need you intact for that.”

“Oh no, you called me your ‘good publicity ticket’. I have to be more than just ‘intact’ for that.” Danny laughed. “I can’t believe you guys fucked up so bad you have to be my bodyguards now!”

“We are not your-!”

“Oops,”-Danny waved his phone, his Twitter pulled up with a new post that just showed a screenshot of his location on Google Maps-“looks like we’re about to have company.” 

“How did you do that so fast?!” K said, grabbing the front of his jumpsuit.

“Ah ah ah.” Danny smirked, his fangs peeking out from his lips. “Can’t damage the merchandise, remember?”

K growled at him, but J pulled him away. “I… apologize for my partner’s behaviour, but we should leave before the crowds get here,” J said through gritted teeth.

Danny sighed, resting the back of his hand on his forehead and dropping his flight to stand on the floor. “You know, I’m not feeling too well. Might not even be able to use my powers or my wings to get away.” He fought to keep down a laugh as he saw K getting more and more red in the face. “If only there were someone to carry me back to the Ghost Zone. Sigh.”

Danny could hear the sound of stampeding footsteps in the distance as well as cars that were definitely going over the speed limit. This was going to suck spectacularly.

But more importantly, he thought as he phased through J and K’s arms whenever they tried to drag him away and watched them get increasingly more desperate while the crowd approached, I can finally get revenge on these two chucklefucks without worrying about retaliation.

Just the thought of how he’d get to torment them for the next couple months until the dovepire ghost bite wore off had his core vibrating with glee.

[dreamwritesimagines]

Twisted 30 - Epilogue [Spencer Reid x Reader]

A.N.: Omg here it is my loves, the final chapter! ❤ Thank you so much for your wonderful support throughout the series, you made me so happy and I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did! ❤❤ I love you! ❤❤❤

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of sex and drinking.

Word Count: 4100

                                              3 Years Later

The deep comfort of sleep surrounding you as you snuggled deeper into the covers slowly disappeared as you felt yourself being pulled back, a smile curling your lips. You heaved a sigh as you felt soft kisses on your neck, making you giggle.

Both of you had gone to sleep quite late thanks to your…late night activities, and you were nowhere near ready to face the day, but this was a nice way to wake up.

“Hi,” you said without opening your eyes and felt his breathy laugh warming your neck.

“Hi.”

You whined into your pillow as his arms tightened around you and he buried his face to the crook of your neck while you ran your fingertips over his arm.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish, professor.”

“Who says I can’t finish?” Spencer murmured into your skin and you opened your eyes to turn your head.

You were one hundred percent sure that you would never get tired of this view. Spencer’s hair was a mess, quite literally the meaning of bedhead while he watched you with a smile on his lips, his hazel eyes gleaming with mischief.

“I can think of two people who might disagree with you,” you said and as if on cue, you heard the pitter-patter of little feet along with some gleeful squeals echoing through the hall. Spencer let out a chuckle, dropping his head to your shoulder and you grinned.

“In three, two…”

“Mowning!”

“Open? Open?” you heard the sweet babbling overlapping with each other and you grabbed your dressing gown off the floor, then put it on and went to open the door but as soon as you did, a little figure wheezed past you to climb to the bed while the other one clutched to your leg, looking up at you with bright, shining eyes.

“Hi Daisy!” you cooed and bent down to pick her up while she held her plushie tightly and you turned to see Spencer lifting Laura in the air, making her let out a screech which turned into a giggle.

“Whoa, did you get bigger in a night?!” Spencer asked Laura who nodded fervently, babbling something with only a couple of words clear. You approached the bed to drop Daisy on the soft fluffy covers, making her laugh happily before she scrambled to give Spencer a big kiss on his cheek.

“Where did my kiss go?” you wondered out loud and in a second, you were attacked by two overly enthusiastic toddlers. You burst into laughter and pressed a kiss on top of their heads, then stood up again.

“Okay, who wants to come downstairs with me?”

“Me!” Laura jumped in bed while Daisy bit on the ear of her plushie before she shifted closer to Spencer, obviously still sleepy.

“Daisy?”

She shook her head and rubbed at her eye with her small fist, and Spencer reached out to push back a curl falling over her eyes as she yawned.

Your mother had a point, even if they looked almost identical, their personalities were way too different. Daisy was quite possibly the calmest toddler you had ever seen, she barely cried when she was focused on something, and especially when you put one of her picture books in front of her for her to color them. Spencer had said she most probably took after him.

But Laura? Laura definitely took after you, and your mother and Mina swore by it.

She was a tiny hurricane, completely unstoppable once she had decided to cause chaos. She had even started walking two months before Daisy, and you could barely take her eyes off of her without her sneaking off to somewhere to hide and “scare” you.

But even if they couldn’t be more different, there was one thing for sure. You loved both of them so much that it surprised you how full your heart felt whenever you looked at them.

“Alright then,” you hoisted Laura up, “Let’s go, little monkey!”

“Go!” she repeated, her voice full of excitement and you made your way downstairs, walking past Spencer’s study, then your study before you reached the huge living room with the open kitchen. You put Laura down, then opened the fridge.

“Okay Lulu, which one do we want today, milk or juice?” you asked but met with silence. You frowned, then closed the fridge door to look around, but she was nowhere to be found.

“I looked away for one second,” you muttered to yourself, then peeked your head around the doorframe to see the flash of a familiar mop of curly hair disappear into your study in full speed.

“No no, that’s mommy’s work, that’s mommy’s work!” you rushed to the study and lifted her up before she could touch the board, standing on her tiptoes. She let out a whine, still trying to reach the board and you shook your head.

“Nope, we are not messing up this seating chart, it took me days to complete it,” you said and turned around with her in your arms, then pointed at the two pieces of sample napkins on your table, “Want to help me?”

Laura nodded fervently, “Yes!”

“Which one is pretty?”

Laura looked at you, then looked at the napkins before she pointed at the one on the right.

“This.”

“Oh the pink one?”

“Pink one.” she repeated and looked up at you, “Good job!”

You let out a laugh,

“Yes baby, good job!” you said and walked out of your study with her, closing the door behind you just in case, then entered the kitchen again to find Spencer putting Daisy in her seat. Daisy gave you a big smile, letting you see her baby teeth and you blew her a kiss, then sat Laura down next to her.

“Was she in your study?” Spencer asked as he pulled you closer and you nodded.

“I’m telling you, she can teleport.”

“I doubt that’s the case,” he laughed, handing you a cup of coffee before sipping his own and you inhaled the scent of the coffee as you checked your e-mails.

“Oh babe, dinner tonight at my mom’s place,” you looked up from your phone, “You didn’t forget, right?”

Spencer shook his head, nuzzling into your neck. “Nope. At 8.”

You giggled, running your fingers through his curls, “You’re going to be late for work, professor.”

He heaved a sigh and nodded before he pulled back almost hesitantly and pointed at the twins with his thumb, “Do you want me to drop them off?”

“I got it, no worries.” You stood on your tiptoes to peck him on the lips, “Go. Don’t be late tonight!”

“Cross my heart,” he smiled at you before he kissed both Daisy and Laura, “Hey, you two behave for mommy, deal?”

“Hm?” Laura asked, blinking up at him as she grabbed Daisy’s toy from her and he let out a laugh before he grabbed his satchel.

“See you later!”

“Bye time!” Daisy waved her hand and Laura’s head shot up,

“Bye bye!”

“Okay,” you clapped your hands together as Spencer closed the door behind him, “We will have breakfast, then we will go and see grandma, how does that sound?”

                                                  ***

The best part of having your own company was that you could pick and choose your own clients while letting the rest of the clients to the others. Especially after the twins, that had made things so much easier.

Your business was flourishing and you got to choose your working hours and the couples you wanted to work with.

“I know you guys said you wanted something small,” you said as you walked through the doors to the wedding venue, “But I wanted to make sure you know you have other options.”

There was no answer for a moment and you looked over your shoulder to look at the couple.

“Garcia?” you said and Luke let out a whistle.

“I mean it looks… it looks good.”

“It looks like something out of a fairytale.” Garcia whispered and turned to you, “But Y/N-“

“I know, you have a budget.” You snapped your fingers, “The thing is, the owner of the venue is a good friend of mine, so I’ll talk him into lowering the price a lot. Besides, he owes me one after I got him so many weddings.”

“Wait, are you serious?” Garcia stared at you, “We could have this venue?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I have four other venues to show you, but if you want this one after seeing those, yes. Oh and, before I forget—“ you grabbed your phone and tossed it to Luke, “How would you feel about this car for the wedding?”

He looked at the screen and blinked a couple of times. “You’re joking.”

“Not really.”

“Let me see,” she said and took a look at the screen, then turned to you, “Whose car is this?”

You shifted your weight, “Uh- mine.”

“No it’s not, your car is outside. I know that because Luke stood there and watched it for a whole minute.”

“Well,” you cleared your throat, “Nolan bought twins ponies the other day and I guess while he was at it, he decided to throw in a car for me. But I’m not much of a bright red car person, I prefer mine in black. So?”

“Penny?” Luke turned to Garcia, “Please?”

She held up her hands, “I don’t care about the car, I care about the venue.”

“Yes!” Luke pumped a fist in the air and turned to you, “You sure about this?”

“It’s just there in the garage man, I’m more than happy to let you drive it whenever you want.”

Luke pulled you into a tight hug, making you let out a laugh and he pulled back when his phone started ringing.

“Sorry, it’s Emily.”

“Oh tell her I said hi!” Garcia said and he pecked her on the lips, then answered the phone and walked out of the hall.

“I’ll never get tired of being right,” you motioned at her, “Told you.”

“I know, I know…” she let out a squeal, “This is so pretty though, Y/N! I mean I knew you were good at your job, I just didn’t know you were this good.”

You fixed your hair in an exaggerated smug manner and winked at her.

“Seating chart is ready too,” you said, “Laura almost crashed it today, but…”

Her smile widened, “Aw, how are my Lulu and Daze?” she asked, “You should’ve brought them with you!”

“Trust me, we wouldn’t get anything done,” you said with a laugh, “I can’t really focus on anything else while they’re around. And you know how they get when they see you.”

She pressed a hand on her chest, “I swear, you and Reid made the cutest babies I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

You grinned at her as Luke walked into the hall again, flipping the phone in his hand.

“There’s a case,” he said almost apologetically and Garcia nodded.

“Go, I’ll handle this.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah!” she said and kissed him, “I won’t decide on anything without you, I promise.”

“I fixed a pre cake tasting for you guys at this new pastry shop but she can try them first,” you told Luke and he let out a whine.

“You know, in times like these I get why Reid quit.”

“Right, because he quit over pastries,” you deadpanned and he heaved a sigh.

“I’ll see you two later.”

“Be careful!” Garcia called out and he nodded, then walked out of the hall. You threw an arm over Garcia’s shoulder, then turned to her,

“So, cake tasting?”

“God yes.”

                                                     ***

You unbuckled your seatbelt as Spencer pulled over in front of your mother’s house, then turned to you to peck you on the lips.

“See, told you we could make it.”

“We’re half an hour late,” you giggled as you ran your fingertips over his stubble and he tilted his head.

“That’s not completely my fault.”

“Oh it isn’t?”

“You were the one who joined me in the shower,” he reminded you, and you shrugged your shoulders, playing coy.

“Still doesn’t make it my fault,” you stated, “And if my mother asks, you were—“

“Grading papers,” he finished your sentence for you and stole a kiss from you again, “Got it.”

You opened the car door, then got out of the car and climbed up the marble stairs with him until you reached the front door. You rang the doorbell and soon enough the maid opened it, the cheerful laughter and squealing reaching you. You and Spencer stepped in, and Daisy and Laura rushed to you as Spencer crouched down to hug them both.

“Finally!” your mother walked into the hallway as you pressed a kiss on top of Daisy and Laura’s heads, then straightened up to hug her, “You’re late honey!”

“Spencer was gradi—” you were cut off as Daisy came to hug your leg again, tugging at your sleeve, “Daze, baby-“

“Lulu!” she corrected you, pointing at herself and you let out a laugh, then hoisted her up.

“Aw, I’m sorry!” you said as you set her on your hip, and made your way to the dining room.

“Spencer was grading papers,” you told your mother as you entered the room and put Laura down, then she and Daisy ran to Lily who was sitting in their playground but as soon as she saw you, a smile warmed her face.

“Hi!”

“Hi there bug!”

“I’m teaching them animals, see!” she said as Daisy and Laura sat down and she opened the big book, pointing at a page.

“What is this?”

“Coo!”

“Cow, yes! What does the cow say?”

“Moo!” Daisy said before Laura could, looking up at Lily and she nodded.

“Exactly!”

“Good job!” Laura said quickly and Daisy nodded, clapping her hands together as if clapping herself. You could swear your heart melted and you smiled softly, keeping your eyes on them.

Soon enough, the dinner was ready and the nanny took the twins and Lily to the play room because they had already eaten and insisted they wanted to play there. Your mother had renovated the house around the time they were born so now they had a huge room filled with toys and games which the twins loved.

“So is everyone okay for Venice?” your mother asked as you sipped your wine, “It will be beautiful, we already made the arrangements.”

“Next month works for me,” you held up a hand, “Spencer?”

“Sure thing, it works for me too.”

“Kenz?” you asked and she bit on her lip, stealing a look at Mina and you tilted your head.

“What’s going on?”

“I’m good with next month,” Kenzie said quickly, “But um…”

“I might not be.” Mina said and your mother groaned.

“Mina, come on. Even you need a vacation.”

“It might not be the best idea at this time,” Mina said and you turned to Kenzie,

“What’s going on?”

“I’m not saying anything, it’s her news.”

“Mina?” Nolan said, “Is everything okay at work? Do you want me to make a call?”

“No no,” Mina shook her head, “It’s good- great, actually. I just didn’t want to tell you guys on the phone the other day, I was waiting for this dinner.”

You raised your brows and she entwined her fingers with Kenzie, shooting her an excited look.

“Two days ago, I was called into a meeting,” she said, “With Bradley and Paul. They…. They want me to be a partner.”

“Oh my God!” you covered your mouth, then pushed your chair back to rush to hug her. She hugged you back tight, a giddy laugh escaping from her lips.

“Honey!” your mother said, joining you “Finally!”

“You deserve it, Mina.” Nolan said, “Ditch the wine glasses everyone, we’re opening the champagne!”

“Congratulations!”

“You traitor, why didn’t you tell me?” you pointed at Kenzie who held up her hands,

“She bribed me.”

“She’s your wife!”

“Exactly, she knows what to bribe me with!” Kenzie exclaimed and you went to sit beside Spencer, still smiling as your mother took her seat as well.

“Did you know?” you turned to Spencer and he shrugged, grinning.

“I knew they were hiding something.”

Kenzie gasped, “Spencer!”

“I’m sorry Kenz but you have a terrible poker face.”

“He does have a point, babe.” Mina said as Kenzie pouted.

“Whatever.”

“So,” Spencer cleared his throat and turned to your mother and Nolan, “Speaking of people with terrible poker faces and something to say…”

You sat up straighter, “Wait, what is happening?”

“What is he talking about?”

“Spencer?”

“I’m not saying anything,” Spencer said, a look of mischief crossing his face, “They might, though.”

Your mother tilted her head, “When did you notice?”

“When I walked in.”

“Told you,” Nolan said, and your mother smiled slightly, pointing at Spencer.

“You, young man, are dangerous around announcements.”

“What is it with everyone betraying me tonight?” you asked, looking between them, “What’s going on?”

“So, Mina isn’t the only one who didn’t want to give big news over the phone,” your mother said as Nolan held her hand and squeezed it, and it dawned on you.

“Wait a minute…”

Your mother let out a laugh and held up her hand so that you could see the huge diamond ring on her finger, “We’re getting married!”

Instantly, there was an uproar. Spencer cheered while Kenzie let out a small scream, Mina lunged out of her seat to rush to them and you gawked at them, your jaw hanging.

“Jesus Christ,” you said as you made your way to your mother while one of the maids brought the champagne and your mother squealed like an excited girl and pulled you into a hug, making you laugh.

“Congratulations, you crazy kids,” you said as you pulled back “You deserve to be happy. And you-“ you pointed at Nolan, then smiled and hugged him, “The original deal still stands.”

“Wouldn’t dream of anything different,” he pressed a kiss into your hair and grabbed the champagne before he opened it with a loud pop, making everyone cheer. He quickly filled your glasses and you made your way to Spencer who wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer.

“I wanted to ask sooner,” Nolan announced, “But you know, you two got married, and then the twins…”

“We figured we would need to find a time you weren’t as busy,” your mother pointed at you, “To plan the wedding and all.”

You heaved a dramatic sigh, “Well unfortunately, my client list is-“

“Not full!”

“Lies!” Kenzie and Spencer said at the same time and you let out a laugh, then raised your glass slightly.

“I was going to say available,” you winked at them, “I’ll send you the plans tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” your mother asked and you grinned.

“I’ve been planning your wedding for the last three years,” you said, making her gasp and Nolan laugh, “You guys seriously didn’t think I’d let someone else do it, did you?”

                                                     ***

By the time you got back home, the twins were way too sleepy. You and Spencer put them to bed as silently as possible, then you went to check the plans in your study while Spencer changed his clothes. You ran a hand through your hair and left your study to make your way to the living room before you put some music on and walked to the window to take a look outside.

The city was really beautiful at night.

“Thinking about the plans?” Spencer’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked over your shoulder, then a smile warmed your face.

“Something like that,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and standing on your tiptoes to kiss him, “You know it’s gonna be chaos, right? That wedding?”

“Oh, absolutely,” he said and caressed your hair, “You got this, though.”

“Do me a favor,” you said, “Remind me that a lot in the future, at least until we send them off to their honeymoon.”

He let out a small chuckle, but before he could say anything, you felt small footsteps coming closer and you looked around his arm to see Laura peeking around the doorframe with a look of excitement.

“We have a fugitive!” Spencer said, making her squeal and run back to the hallway.

“I’ll be right back,” Spencer pecked you on the lips, making you laugh and you watched him leave the living room, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw a mop of curly brown hair behind the couch, along with a giggle.

“Oh well, I’m sure Daisy is sleeping!” you said loudly, walking around the living room, “She wouldn’t be here, would she?”

The giggles got louder and you found yourself smiling,

“Or is she….here?” you checked behind the curtain, and put your hands on your hips, “Not behind the curtain. Hmm, I wonder where she is?”

“Hewe!” Daisy jumped from behind the kitchen, and let out a gleeful scream when you lifted her up.

“Here she is!” you said, “What are you doing up baby? It’s sleepy time.”

“Lulu hewe too!”

“And she’s going to sleep too,” you tickled her stomach to make her giggle.

“Mommy, love you!” she said and you could feel your heart skipping a beat before you smiled at her brightly.

“I love you too baby,” you kissed her cheek, “Now let’s go to bed, hm?”

“Mkay!” she said and rested her head on your shoulder as you made your way to their bedroom.

“Hey, I was wondering where she was,” Spencer whispered as you put Daisy to bed while Laura hugged her teddy bear tighter. You pressed a kiss on Daisy’s head, then went to Laura’s bed and kissed her head too.

“I love you,” you said, “Now sleepy time, okay?”

“Love you mommy!” they both said and Spencer turned their nightlights on before he switched the light off, and both of you left their room to go to the living room, where the music was still playing. Spencer went to kitchen to get two glasses of wine and you pulled the curtain a little to look outside.

“I swear they get more energetic every day.”

“It’s normal,” Spencer said, handing you your glass and you took a sip as he wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling to your neck. “You know your mom will make them flower girls, right?”

“You say that as if I don’t already have their dresses in mind.” You mused, making him chuckle.

“Of course you do.”

“I’m telling you, that trip to Venice will be a nice break from the future chaos,” you said, “That is if you are ready to listen to my ranting about the wedding venues on a holiday too. Are you sure you want to go there with me?”

A small smile pulled at his lips and after all this time, it still managed to make your stomach flip pleasantly,

“I’d go anywhere with you,” he said, “With or without you talking about what color the napkins will be.”

“I’m torn between ivory and pearl,” you told him “Knowing my mom, she will want to put seashell into those options and spend a month trying to decide.”

“Should be a fun month,” he said, “Do you want me to tell her the percentages of those shades used in weddings? It could help.”

You scoffed a laugh and turned around in his arms so that you could look up at him.

“What does it say about me if I said I find that incredibly romantic?”

He clicked his tongue, pretending to be deep in thought, “That you have a strange understanding of romance?”

“Maybe. But you still love me,” you tilted your head, “In fact, one could say…”

“That I have a lot of oxytocin for you,” he finished your sentence, making you giggle.

“Very romantic, professor,” you said, and heaved a sigh as his fingertips caressed over your neck.

“You know I’m so in love with you, right?” you asked him, making him smile and nod before you stood on your tiptoes and brushed your lips against his, wrapping your arms around his neck, the warmth spreading through you.

This, right here.

This was happiness.

                                         The End.

[spnsisterimagines]

Mario Kart

Summary - Y/N decides to engage her brothers and Castiel into Mario Kart, not realizing what she was getting herself into.

Pairings - Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader, Jack Kline x Platonic!Winchester!Reader, Castiel x Winchester!Reader

Word Count - 1,911 words

"Let's get it!" Y/N squeals, claiming her spot on the middle of the couch. She was practically bouncing up and down, waiting impatiently for everyone to join her. The Dean Cave had brightened considerably since she had added a few redecorations. While Dean initially denied her, she had forced him to allow her to put up LED lights, several polaroids from her camera(they were mostly of herself smiling widely at the camera while Sam and Dean looked mildly annoyed with fake smiles. There was also a real funny one where Sam was unconscious on a hunt and Y/N decided to pose beside him), as well as posters from their favorite bands. Not to mention the added dock to the TV stand to hold her Nintendo Switch that Sam had bought her for her previous birthday. 

She supposed he regretted it now, since she was forcing him to play a game he'd never even heard of.

He entered the room first, holding a big bowl of popcorn and a soda. Dean followed close behind, Little Debbie packages hanging from his mouth since his arms were occupied with pillows from their bedrooms and a pack of beers for himself. Jack was the only one to come empty handed. He happily took the spot beside Y/N, waving merrily as Castiel also appeared with two sodas(both of them for Beth because he was just so considerate), taking the spot on her other side.

"I'll give this an hour before we switch to movie night, Y/N," Dean warned as he occupied his armchair, which was to the left of the couch. She had discovered this old thing at a garage sale. It had been a rather stressful day because Dean had refused to strap it to Baby and they had to hound what little friends they had for a truck. Since most of their friends were dead, Y/N had hot wired one outside of a bar and returned it before the drunk redneck inside could notice it had even left. She was sure the dent in the bed was there before they put the couch on it. Sam had not been happy about that.

Sam took his own armchair, which was to the right of the couch. 

"What is it, again?" he asked curiously. 

"Is the only thing in the media you've ever heard Facebook? You've seriously never heard of Mario Kart?" Y/N asked, happily accepting one of the sodas from Castiel. "Dad really did a number on us. I was introduced to this through Charlie." She got up to grab the number of controllers necessary for four. Jack was eager to try the game, but he was always open to trying new things, something Y/N could appreciate.

After connecting them to the Switch, she handed them out to her brothers along with Jack before returning to her spot on the couch between the angel and nephilim. 

"If I remember correctly from what you've told me, it's a racing game, right?" Castiel asked.

"Exactly, except with a few quirks to make it interesting. Like, um...I could throw a shell and hit one of them and vice versa. Or a banana peel. I'll give them a trial run before we actually get into it. Are you sure you don't want to try it, Cas?"

Castiel shook his head. "I have seen how you play with Charlie, and I don't want to be on the receiving end of your anger. And I rather like watching you in your element."

Y/N smiled, blushing, before playfully pushing him. 

"I need to get drunk to stomach this," Dean said, offended as he popped one of the beers open and took a gulp. "Keep the PDA to a minimum guys, you've got a kid next to you. Alright, what buttons do I push to hit Sam?"

"What the hell?" Sam scoffed. 

"What?"

"We haven't even started and you're gunnin' for me?"

"Uh, yeah!" 

"Alright, alright! First we gotta pick our player," Y/N mediated, pressing the buttons to get them to the screen full of Mario players. "I already got mine." She moved her icon until it landed on Wendy, before selecting her. "Obviously the best character, hands down."

The three boys maneuvered their icons over different characters, for some reason taking it a little too seriously on who they would choose. Sam selected his first. 

"Luigi?" Dean scoffed.

"You got a problem?" Sam asked. 

"No, but...why Luigi?"

"Who cares, I just chose him."

"You have to have a reason, man." Dean shook his head, before selecting his own. 

"Why'd you choose Bowser, then?"

"Because he's a badass. And he'd beat the holy hell out of Luigi if the games lost their PG rating," Dean shrugged.

Jack hummed thoughtfully, still scrolling. "I choose him!" 

He selected Toad. 

"Why him, Jack?" she asked. 

"I like his hat."

Y/N snorted, but it was a valid enough answer. Once everyone was ready, she selected the settings for the game and then decided to use the time to explain to them how the controls worked and anything else they were curious about. After a few trial races, they were ready for the real thing. Castiel was sitting patiently, his hands on his lap. 

"You assholes are going down," Dean declared, bringing his remote closer to him. 

"So much for being appropriate in front of the kid," Y/N sneered, but she was just as ready.

She set the game to go through ten races with a random select for the roads. 

And with that, they were off.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" Dean yelled, nearly jumping to his feet. His first empty beer bottle slide across the floor from his rapid movement. "I DIDN'T EVEN TOUCH IT! I DIDN'T GO NEAR THE GODDAMN PEEL!"

"That might've been mine," Sam stated, smugly. "But Bowser also takes up half the road, so avoiding it was probably impossible anyway."

Dean squinted. "You callin' me fat, Sammy?"

Sam shrugged. "Luigi's doing just fine."

Y/N hid her smile as she hit her own item, snatching that smile right from Sam's face.

"Why did you do that?" he asked, incredulous, the red shell sending Luigi off the edge of the map. 

"You got in my way!" Y/N sang. 

It only seemed to get worse from there. What was supposed to be an hour of playing turned into four with the bowl of popcorn thrown across the room at Dean when he had decided to hit Sam three times with three separate shells before snagging first place and doing a lewd dance as a way to declare his victory. Y/N's hair had bristled up, becoming bushier almost as though it were alive. Her right eye was twitching, and her hands were cramping by now. 

Jack, however, was having a good time. He has gotten last place the entire time, but he was still having fun, and that's what truly mattered.

Castiel, on the other hand, seemed to be on the verge of a panic attack, not knowing whose side he should take because all three Winchester siblings were completely out of their minds, including Y/N.

Finally, it was the last race. Everyone's nerves were shot. Sam's hair seemed even more raggedy than Y/N's, and his shirt was stained with soda because Dean decided to take vengeance by chucking his pillow at him when Sam was taking a big gulp. They had to pause the game for several minutes while Sam fought for his life coughing and wheezing because the soda went down the wrong pipe.

"I'm afraid I must at least attempt to deter you guys from participating in another race. There aren't any weapons in the Dean Cave, but I'm sure you three will find a way to kill each other," Castiel said, worried. "Jack, are you okay?"

Jack nodded enthusiastically. "I'm having fun!"

"I will let it be known if I lose, someone is dying tonight. I will call Billie to fix it, but someone has to die tonight if I lose," Y/N threatened. 

"Good luck with that, I'm kicking all of your asses, and you can kiss mine when it crosses the finish line," Dean said.

"I don't even care if I win, as long as you guys lose. And I'll make sure it happens." Sam jeered. 

With that, the race began. Aside from Jack and Castiel, everyone was bloodthirsty. Surely no matter who won, someone was gonna be pissed off. Castiel was making a mental note to grab Jack as soon as possible and escort him out of the room while the siblings brawled. 

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Y/N shouted, jumping to her feet. "WHO DID IT! WHO DID IT?"

"I did!" Sam happily announced, moving to and fro with the turn of his controller, as though he were in the game himself. 

"I'm gonna get you, Sam," Y/N snarled, pressing hard on the buttons, trying her best to catch up to her brother, collecting any items she came across, but none of them were good enough, so she kept using them without thinking until she heard Dean curse and also jump to his feet. 

"THAT WAS ME, JACKASS!" he yelled, completely distraught. "I didn't even do anything this time!"

"You probably deserved it anyway!" Sam shrugged, continuing to maneuver through the AIs to get to the front. 

By that time, Dean and Y/N had caught up, and with all they had, they used their items to completely screw each other over up until every kart had passed them. In the end, they were the bottom three with Sam first, Y/N second, and Dean in dead last. And for a moment there after, nobody said anything. They were completely beside themselves in utter shock at what just occurred. 

"What just happened?" Y/N asked, deflating considerably. 

"We lost..." Sam mumbled. 

"Screw you guys, I lost overall!" Dean scoffed.

"I won!" Jack suddenly cheered, leaping to his feet and jumping up and down. "I won!"

"You what?" Y/N asked, shocked as her eyes trailed to the top. Sure enough, Toad was in first place. "You're kidding!"

"I can't believe I won!" Jack said, smiling as he high-fived a proud Castiel.

"I want a rematch," Dean commanded, sitting back down and retrieving his controller. 

"Yeah, me, too!" Sam agreed. 

"I'm down!" Y/N eagerly agreed, about to grab hers when Castiel snatched it. He went around the room, taking up all the controllers.

"Given that it's five in the morning, and just a couple moments ago you three were ready to quite literally rip each other's throats out, I'm going to recommend everyone get up and get to bed instead," he instructed curtly. "I think we should postpone a future night of games indefinitely, at least for a little while until you three can learn to control yourselves."

"What-but-you can't-" Y/N sputtered.

"Quite literally, I can shut off whatever is necessary so you can never play the game again with just a snap of my fingers," Castiel warned. "Shower and get some sleep. Jody already told us she needed to discuss something at noon tomorrow, and it would be rude if we were tardy. C'mon, let's go!"

With a grumble, everyone got up and cleaned their mess, ignoring each other vehemently as they walked out. Except for Jack; he was practically skipping. 

There was another good thing about tonight that he knew about. He was the one that triggered the lightning item that really stumped the three siblings and put them at the bottom three.

[notchesandbullets]

Tangy Starfruit and White Sea Foam (Tiger!Todoroki x Reader)

Warnings: none, unless you count ridiculous amounts of fluff and shenanigans (oh and cursing). hints of BKDK and Kami x Jirou, pro-hero AU, aged-up!AU, Todoroki’s a tiger as a result of a quirk accident that happened on the job. Todoroki and reader are in a established relationship. Bakugou gets tied to a tree, Shinsou and Tsuyu are good friends, you and Todoroki may have a mishap on your hands in the near future. Featuring the rest of class A + Shinsou.

A/N: third and final piece for @ultimate-astridwriting​ ‘s hybrid collab!! i had an entirely different thing written out for tiger todoroki, it was 2.5k words full of angst bc real life is shitty atm but then bam, i got an idea while eating dinner and now here we are xD. get ready for sun and sand at the beach with a graduated class A!!

Words: 7k

Golden sun raised high in the sky scorched the earth below, turning the pristine white sand into scalding hot lava. But that didn’t hold back the group of 22 from surging forth.

Happy squeals that tumbled from the girls as they caught sight of the sparkling blue waves dancing on the horizon turned into wheezing laughs and yelps as the sand burned their bare feet.

Jirou whooped, a wide smile stretched across her face as she grabbed Yaoyorozu’s hand. “Last one in is a rotten egg!!”

“No fair, Kyoka-chan!!” Uraraka huffed as she pumped her short legs to go faster and catch up. 

Kaminari hollered obnoxiously, screaming all the way into the ocean as he tore right past you. 

“Do not run!!!!” Iida yelled, trying to make himself be heard above the clamor but to no avail.

You smiled at him sympathetically but he merely shook his head and followed after them to make sure none of his former classmates hurt themselves. 

They’re lucky to have you… You thought to yourself, clapping a hand over your mouth when the sound of him scolding Mina and Sero reached your ears from all the way across the deserted beach. 

You had found this isolated spot a long time ago, back when you lived on your own and had yet the privilege of calling anyone family. This was a place of comfort for you, a gem hidden away from the greedy eyes of the world looking to corrupt anything and everything that was pure. 

Here, you found solace. You found peace.

After you graduated from UA and everyone was giving each other teary goodbye hugs in the common floor filled with all the boxes of things they all had to move into moving trucks, you offered up one day. One day, if everyone wanted to come, you would show them a place very special to you.

The girls had a vague idea of where you guys were going based on the swimsuit dress code. In all honesty, maybe you should’ve made it a little harder for them, but they were your friends. And you were too excited. 

Here, on this beach hidden by dense foliage and sheer cliffs, your little piece of paradise remained a secret. Until now.

“Y/N, come on!!!” Hagakure shouted, waving excitedly for you to join them.

“In a minute!!” You yelled back, looking back to see if your boyfriend was following. “Shouto?”

You spun around in a full circle when you couldn’t find him, a frown twisting your features until Shoji came up behind you and tapped you on the shoulder.

“He’s coming.” He told you, jerking his chin back a few paces the way you guys came to signal where he last saw him.

You shot him a look of relief for his well-timed reassurance. “Thanks.”

Shoji dipped his head, hoisting the basket slung over his shoulder higher as he motioned for Tokoyami to pass you. “No problem.” 

A skeptical Tokoyami followed the gentle giant, muttering under his breath why the use of quirks had to be banned for today. Koda waved to you shyly and you smiled.

Iida had made it a rule for the day that no quirks were allowed to be used unless in case of an emergency. This was to do damage control and hopefully prevent a fight between Bakugou and literally anyone else. 

No one had any arguments. They were all here to relax, not think about their work life. All villains and life outside of this paradise was put on hold until tomorrow came.

You decided to wait until Todoroki caught up with you, and since everyone had raced on ahead, eager to soak up as much sun as they could on the one off day they were all able to get off together, you leaned back against the rough rock and tilted your head up to the sky.

Sighing wistfully, your eyes fluttered shut as the sun’s blazing afternoon rays warmed your body.

You knew what showing them this place meant, and you knew that your friends were fully aware of it. It had been something so special to you for so long that you sharing it with them meant that you trusted them a great deal. 

They were honored.

As rising pro-heroes in the world, they were constantly swamped with malicious villains, endless paperwork, press conferences and training the next generation. There was no time for rest.

But your former classmates were insistent that time be taken out for that purpose amidst all the craziness, especially Bakugou. 

Down time was important. It was necessary. Or else you all would burnout and then none of you would be any good to save anybody. 

This is why you chose this place. 

It was secluded enough where there was no paparazzi, no cameras, no exposure and no one was the wiser. Here, you guys could be as loud and as free as you wanted because there was no one around to threaten that fragile bubble of happiness. 

Heaving the bulging bag full of food and other amenities that you had swiped from Yaoyorozu as soon as you guys arrived higher on your shoulder, you wiped the bead of sweat from your forehead as it started to drip down your face.

“Shouto, c’mon!!” You encouraged aimlessly, since you didn’t know where he was. “Don’t you want to join the others?”

A faint rustle came from the bush a yard away from you and then it stilled. “No.”

You fought back a smile at the curt reply. You could almost envision that pout on his lips. Cheeky boy.

“Shouto~” You sang, fishing out a piece of his favorite food and waving it in the air, knowing that he could smell it. “I have a present for you…”

A beat of silence passed, and then two fluffy ears, one white and one red, poked out from the brush.

You suppressed a smile, knowing that would only make him leave in a huff and then his stubbornness wouldn’t let him come out and joy you for another hour. You couldn’t do that, he would miss all the fun!!

Waving it a bit more so that the enticing scent of the delectable food encouraged him out of his hiding place, you opted to hold your ground. “C’mon, Shouto. I promise, no tricks.”

His facial expression didn’t change but his ears perked up a bit and you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped you. He was adorable.

Todoroki’s face fell the second he heard you laugh. “You’re laughing at me.”

You stopped immediately and straightened up, shaking your head. “I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.” He pushed back, crossing his arms over his chest as he stepped out of the bush with stray leaves clinging to his fur and branches sticking out of his head. Plopping down on the dirt, he puffed out his cheeks.

Your eyes softened and you set down the heavy bag, keeping your form relaxed as you tuned out the splashing and shrieks of laughter coming from the ocean.

“I’m sorry I laughed.” You apologized sincerely, never once breaking eye contact with your boyfriend. “I just thought you were very cute.”

Todoroki snorted, a sound so unlike his normally stoic and guarded demeanor, burrowing his face into his arms resting atop of the knees tucked into his chest. “That’s not funny…”

Your smile saddened a fraction as a memory washed over you as though it just happened yesterday. 

Trouble had a habit of finding your beloved boyfriend and last week was no different. 

The villain he was fighting against had a particularly interesting quirk, since he could manifest certain traits of people into their animal counterpart based solely on their personalities. 

Todoroki wasn’t put off until someone pointed out that he must have rage like a tiger, making him internalize everything and now a good seven days later, he still had yet to come to terms with his appearance and strange habits involving a diet of primarily meat. 

Fuyumi had sobbed how grateful she was that you were willing to take care of her brother in your apartment until the effects of the quirk dissipated. He was arguing with his father a lot more than usual and the tension in the Todoroki home had skyrocketed.

You brushed it off, merely telling her it was the least that you could do. 

Your boyfriend had a tough time adjusting to his new normal. Things were hard for him to grab and he couldn’t cuddle you like he was used to. He liked walking on all fours since he found he could go a lot faster when he used all his appendages instead of only half. 

His quirk, however, had been giving him a particularly rough time and the finesse he had honed of over the years disappeared overnight.

To say that Todoroki was upset about it was an understatement. 

He would do nothing else but sit in his room for days when you brought him home with you, refusing to let you in unless you came with a peace offering. 

That always smoothed things enough for you to talk to him and you were hoping it wouldn’t fail you now.

Todoroki eyed the fish skeptically, tilting his head curiously when you offered it up to him once more. With the pace of a snail, he uncurled from his protective ball and padded forward slowly, raising his nose in the air to sniff.

“Hungry?” You asked sympathetically. 

Todoroki hesitated a second before nodding slowly. 

Your shoulders dropped and you knelt down, holding it out to him. “Here.”

His eyes lit up and his tail flicked back and forth, gaze darting to you instinctively as though to ask if it really was okay.

You bit back a smile but the corners of your eyes still crinkled and you inclined your head to give him the go ahead.

Before you could blink, the fish was swiped from your hand and as soon as your eyes focused, you burst out laughing.

There, Todoroki crouched on the ground, chomping on the tasty treat.

Wiping off the palm of your hands on your hiking shorts, you beamed down at him, offering out your hand for him to take. “Feel better now?”

“Maybe…” He mumbled quietly as he polished it off before reluctantly accepting the invitation.

It wasn’t that he didn’t love you or love to shower you with affection, it was just that he was used to doing all of that when he was fully a human, not a hybrid. 

It was weird.

He found himself clinging desperately to your old t-shirts when you left the home to go on patrol, waiting around for you to come back. He heard when your heartbeat would speed up whenever he was around and how your breath hitched when he leaned in to kiss you goodnight.

Ever since the start of your relationship, he had been the one to take care of you. And he liked it that way.

This dynamic was foreign to him. And he wasn’t sure if it was because he truly disliked you taking care of him, or if it was because of something else. 

Todoroki was broken out of his deep thoughts the instant you came to stand right next to Iida. 

Before he knew what he was doing, the edges of his mouth pulled back in a menacing snarl and he pounced.

The unsuspecting Iida landed hard on the white sands with an ‘oomph’.

“Todoroki-kun!! Please control yourself!!” Iida shouted, doing his best not to hurt him as the tiger hybrid clawed at him.

You gasped. “Shouto!! Oh my gosh, Iida, I’m so sorry!!”

Pulling him off of the other, you went rigid as your boyfriend whined in your ear. The sound was too low for anyone else to pick up on, but you heard it. 

“What’s wrong?” You whispered as Iida brushed off his swim shorts, thrusting his hand straight up into the air to stop Kaminari from drowning himself in an attempt to prove to Sero and Mina that he could hold his breath longer than they could.

Todoroki wrapped his arms around your waist, mouth pressed in a thin line as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. 

You allowed yourself to relax against him as he pawed feebly at your sides, getting as close to him as possible. 

With the increase in physical contact, the tension melted away from Todoroki’s broad form and you heaved a sigh of relief. 

“Awwwww~” You cooed teasingly, reaching behind you to pinch his cheek gently and tugging until his smile morphed into a scowl. “Who’s the big scary tiger?”

Todoroki swatted you away, scrambling back until he was free from your affectionate hold on him. It wasn’t his fault he couldn’t control his protective instincts and it certainly wasn’t his fault for reacting the way that he did when he smelled Iida’s scent all over you. You were his.

Of course he was going to protect you.

Baring his teeth at the tease, he hissed, tiny fangs on display. 

You shouldn’t have found that as cute as you did.

Two more bodies shouldered their way past you and you grinned. 

“Took you two long enough.” You smirked, wrangling your boyfriend back when he struggled in the firm grip you had around his arms to prevent him from knocking another person over.

The power couple had a habit of falling behind their ranks while getting lost in their own world. It was disgustingly cute.

Bakugou rolled his eyes angrily and gnashed his teeth. “Now you’re counting, dumbass? You’re worse than the shitty nerd.”

Midoriya ignored that comment as he sidled past you warily, forest green eyes sympathetic once they fell on your significant other. “Todoroki-kun still hasn’t changed back yet?”

He had seen the news coverage on it when the incident happened. Luckily, he wasn’t physically harmed, just physically altered, but it didn’t look like it was going away anytime soon.

Planting your hands on your hips, you yelped as Todoroki ripped himself from your grasp to tear off after Shinsou and tackled him next when he got too close to you. “No, not yet.”

Spraying white sand everywhere with his hind legs, it was almost endearing how his head raised and heterochromic eyes blinked back at you as soon as your voice sounded, silently begging for permission. 

You followed his gaze to the ocean spray behind you and shook your head fondly, suppressing a smile as you jerked your head in Yaoyorozu’s direction. She would watch over him and make sure none of the other boys bullied him.

“Go on.” You encouraged softly, and that was all he needed.

While Bakugou set up the tent for him and his boyfriend so that Midoriya wouldn't get sunburnt, not that he would ever admit to doing it for that reason, your best friend eagerly asked for updates on all the latest changes.

Whipping out his hero notebook, his eyes shone with enthusiasm. “What has he been eating?! Does he prefer tuna or white cod? Oh, oh, oh, is there a difference in his quirk?! How does it impact his—” 

Midoriya’s endless and excited rambling was cut off by his fuming boyfriend as he smacked him over the head and he cried out in pain, clutching his head. “Wahhhhh, Kacchan!!!”

“Shut the hell up, Deku.” Bakugou snarled, stomping past him to throw a bottle of sunscreen at you. “Put this on, shitty woman.”

You grinned, already squeezing the tube to squirt some onto your hand and slathered it on your arms. “Aw, you do care.”

“Go die.” He hissed, turning on his heel so abruptly that he almost slipped.

You refrained from giggling as he furiously, yet meticulously, took out various food items from the picnic basket that he had brought with. No matter how much he claimed he didn’t care about any of you, actions sure spoke louder than words. 

Class A had graduated from UA all together and each and every one of you had secured a spot as a sidekick for many top pro-heroes all around the country. Before a year had even passed, all 22 of you had made a name for yourself, so much so that you were all almost as famous as the pros.

Midoriya was the first one to start his own agency, no surprise there. But what was a surprise was Bakugou following right after to build one right next to his.

The general public suspected it was because that area where their agencies were was riddled with violent crime, but you knew better. You all did, really.

How could anyone miss the lingering gazes filled with adoration and passion?

“Y/N, come on!!” Shinsou hollered, ducking under Shoji’s arm to sprint back towards you. “You’re missing all the fun!!”

“Be right there!!” You shouted back, rearranging the tablecloth on the ground so that it would lay flat.

You still needed to grab the bag you left at the foot of the cliffs because it was getting too heavy for you to carry. But you chanced a glance up and the glimpse of your friends had a wide smile breaking out on your face. 

Todoroki was splashing in the shallows, completely soaking his fur. Jirou and Hagakure shrieked as Mina chased the two of them around, sparking an impromptu game of tag. Koda was in the middle of showing Tokoyami his seagull friend when Uraraka bumped into him. 

Tsuyu and Kirishima were beachcombing for shells a little bit away when Kaminari skidded to a halt in front of them with Yaoyorozu in tow.

Aoyama, Ojiro, Sato, Iida and Mineta were playing beach volleyball with the inflatable ball that the former class president had brought along with them. 

Dragging the beach bag behind you over to your spot that you set up far away from the shore so that when the tide came in, it wouldn’t wash everything away, you took out an array of towels, more sunblock, floaties, snacks, water bottles, coverups and a pair of sunglasses for Aoyama in case he forgot his again.

Standing up tall, you cupped your hands over your mouth and yelled, “Lunchtime!!!”

Several whoops and hollers pierced the salty air and you snorted when Midoriya almost tripped over his boyfriend’s outstretched feet in his haste to get there first. 

Amidst the clamor and friends swarming around you, you twisted around, looking for your tiger hybrid boyfriend. “Shouto—”

“I’m here.” 

You jumped as the low rumble sounded right by your ear, shivering unconsciously as his warm chest pressed up against your back. 

“Hey…” You murmured as he mashed the top of his head in between your shoulder blades before planting a soft kiss there. “Did you have fun?”

He nodded, resting his chin on your shoulder to look over it as everyone rearranged themselves in a large circle. 

You and Bakugou took care of the food prep while all your friends engorged themselves on the pre-made sandwiches and finger food.

“Oi, half-n-half bastard.” Bakugou growled, breaking the bubble of peace you two had with his temper that came out the longer your hands stayed motionless. “Stop bothering her, she’s not doing shit.”

Normally Bakugou’s crude language didn’t bother or upset Todoroki in any way, so you were shocked with a snarl echoed, washing over the group and effectively silencing them.

You squeaked as his arms tightened around you almost protectively and landed with an ‘oof’ as he pulled you to the ground.

“Shouto?!” You cried out incredulously as he unabashedly nuzzled his face into the hollow of your throat, setting his thick thighs on either side of you.

You rolled your eyes when Bakugou went rigid with anger. You could feel the heat emitting from your beloved’s glare as he locked stares with the pomeranian who was furious that the dumb extra thought he was flirting with you.

“That’s enough.” You scolded, though it was unclear who you were really talking to. 

Neither wavered.

“Icyhot, you dumb fuck.” Bakugou spat, never once breaking eye contact, even as the chatter picked up again. 

Todoroki snarled but the expression of rage contorted into meek sheepishness as you ran your fingers lightly through his hair, being mindful of his ears. 

Humming softly, you coaxed him back down to earth long enough for common sense to return to him. 

Todoroki bundled you up in his arms, tail swishing back and forth lazily as he held you. “Sorry.”

You shook your head at his apology, knowing he couldn’t fully control his impulses sometimes. “Not your fault.”

Bakugou snorted, smacking Kirishima in the face with a fish fillet when he asked to see what he was cooking. “Yes it fucking is.”

He just barely managed to dodge the shoe you launched at his head, straightening up with an enraged scowl etched on his features.

“OI!!!!”

You giggled, wiggling back to get comfortable against Todoroki’s chest. “You deserved it.”

“TAKE THAT SHIT BACK!!!!!” He thundered, smoke coming out of his ears.

“Kacchan!!” Midoriya cried out, wrestling back his boyfriend before his temper tantrum could reach the two of you. 

He begged Jirou or Kaminari to help him but the two of them simply flipped the bird to Bakugou, and he exploded. 

Literally. 

What happened next was a flurry of the class rep containing the situation and a spark of green lightning before it was over as quickly as it started. 

“I’m going to fucking kill all of you.” Bakugou seethed angrily, eye twitching from where his loving boyfriend had used One for All to pin him to the ground, tying him to the trunk of a nearby coconut tree until he calmed down.

“Ah…” Midoriya winced sheepishly as his glare turned on him. “K-Kacchan—”

Jirou’s loud slurping of the smoothie that Sato just made interrupted him and she regarded the fuming grown man disinterestedly. “Who’s up for a game?”

“Oh, oh, oh, meeeee!!!” Hagakure shouted, raising her hand high in the air alongside Uraraka and an intrigued Tsuyu. 

“MEEEEEE!!!!” Mina screamed, nearly blowing out Kaminari’s eardrums as he collapsed on top of his girlfriend.

Jirou pushed him off without hesitation, fighting back a smirk when he let out an overexaggerated whimper of pain, knowing full well that he wasn’t actually hurt.

Shoji stopped what he was doing to pay attention and even the usually shy Koda looked interested in her proposal on how to deal with the tied up pomeranian thrashing in place. 

Jirou raised an eyebrow slyly and everybody held their breath in anticipation.

One.

Two.

Three.

“PIN THE TAIL ON THE BAKUGOU!!!!!” Jirou screamed, holding up a sticky dart that they all regularly used for training.

How she managed to sneak equipment out of the agency she worked at was beyond you.

Jirou whooped, scrambling forward and held it up high. “I’m going first!!”

“Me next, Kyoka-chan!!!” Uraraka pleaded.

“Class A, this is highly inappropriate!!!!” Iida shouted, trying to curb the situation before it got out of hand.

Too late.

As the girls, save for Yaoyorozu, clustered gathered around a livid Bakugou, Tokoyami uncrossed his arms and pushed off of his post from where he had been keeping watch over the perimeter of the beach.

“I will join.”

You and Todoroki were both surprised, not expecting the normally reclusive individual to join in on the shenanigans. 

Your dropped jaw caught Tokoyami’s attention and the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. 

“I find great satisfaction in tormenting the souls of the wicked.” He declared impassively and a light bulb went off in your head. 

“Ahhhhh,” You drew out with a grimace. “I get it.”

Back when you guys had lived in the dorms, Bakugou had made the fatal mistake of scaring Tokoyami during Halloween, making the latter let out an inhuman scream that traveled all the way across campus. Even though he had sworn to the moon and back that it was accidental, that there was no way he was actively participating in the game that Raccoon-Eyes and Flat Face had going on, Tokoyami never forgot it.

And now it was time for his revenge. 

Tokoyami caught the tomato that Sero threw his way and tossed it up in the air with the most menacing glare on his face as everyone advanced to the struggling pro-hero.

“Bakugou, you ready?!” Kirishima shouted excitedly, removing the gag from his best friend’s mouth.

“PISS OFF, SHITTY HAIR!!!!” Bakugou exploded once he was free, yanking at his restraints even though he had no chance of getting out of them. 

His boyfriend tied them.

Hagakure tapped Jirou’s shoulder warily. “You think we should’ve left it on?”

The other girl shrugged nonchalantly, unbothered by the rage rolling off of him in waves. “Eh, he would’ve found a way out of it eventually.”

Shinsou twirled a piece of Tsuyu’s hair that he was braiding, boredly looking on at all the chaos as they all pushed and pulled each other. He had asked Aizawa to teach him how back when he lived in the dormitory so that he could do it for Eri whenever she came over to visit. 

“Shinsou-chan, are you going to take a turn?” She asked curiously, staying still so that he could braid her long hair properly.

He shrugged even though she couldn’t see him. “I don’t really see the point in it.”

“Kero,” She ribbeted thoughtfully. They were the only two not contributing to the shouting other than you and Todoroki. “I see.”

“Ehhhh?!?!” Kaminari exclaimed, losing his footing as he accidentally tripped over Kirishima’s foot and crashed into Shinsou.

Shooting him a sharp glare as all his hard work undid itself, Shinsou pushed himself off the ground, not sparing him a glance as he marched back over to the frog girl to fix it.

You giggled to yourself at Kaminari’s expression of mock hurt but pursued your lips quickly when his head snapped towards the sound. Pure smile dripping with innocence, your shoulders shook with laughter when he turned all the way around suspiciously, piercing gaze landing on his girlfriend as she doubled over with laughter at something Yaoyorozu said.

Bakugou thrashed helplessly against the coconut tree. “I’M GONNA FUCKIN’ KILL YOU, EARPHONES!!!!!”

But Jirou’s boisterous chortling was all that answered his threat.

You sank back against Todoroki, sighing blissfully despite the war raging on as they started the game, Bakugou protesting violently all the way. 

Angling your head up, your eyes squinted against the sun but you still smiled as soft fur brushed your cheek.

“Are you happy, Shouto?” You asked softly, quiet enough to not catch the attention of the others as they yelled for Midoriya to keep his boyfriend still.

He paused, choosing to play with the fringe of your shirt instead of responding right away. “Right now?”

Your smile dimmed a fraction, not expecting that answer. “... I suppose I meant just in general, but you could answer with whatever comes to mind…”

You trailed off, leaving the question itself open ended so that he could opt not to answer it if he didn’t feel comfortable.

Todoroki hesitated. “Where… Where is this coming from?”

Outright frowning now, you pushed off his knee so that you could sit across from him to see him better. 

“I was just wondering...” You said slowly, trying to keep the defensiveness out of your voice. 

Was he not happy? Why did he hesitate? Would he be happier with someone else? Did he not want to be with you anymore?

You shook your head at the insecure thoughts invading your head. That wasn’t right. He would’ve told you if he didn’t want to put work into this relationship anymore. You two had made that pact when you started dating, to break it off if one person no longer wanted it instead of stringing the other along and ended up hurting you both in the long run.

Taking a deep breath to calm yourself down from spiraling too far, you steadied your heart before opening your mouth again.

“I asked because I wanted to know.” You told him honestly, speaking from the heart. “Your happiness matters a lot to me, I always want you to be happy. That’s why I wanted to ask.”

Placing a hand on his knee, you smiled apologetically at him and the shenanigans from your friends faded into white noise as you tuned out everything else besides him. 

Your Shouto. The person you loved the most in this entire world. The one who had been with you through thick and thin and the one who swore he would never abandon you. 

He knew what those words meant to you. He had your heart.

And you had his. 

Todoroki’s heterochromic eyes softened a fraction and his ears and tail drooped as he realized that he had acted so defensively out of reflex.

“I—”

“You don’t have to apologize.” You reassured him swiftly, clearly. You knew what he was going to say. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Todoroki’s rapid heartbeat steadied at the loving conviction in your voice and a breath he didn’t know he had been holding in whooshed out of his lungs.

Reaching out, he laced his slim fingers with yours and tugged you closer to rest his forehead against yours. 

He closed his eyes and sighed. 

“I am happy.” He murmured quietly so that only you could hear him, emphasizing the soft declaration with a gentle squeeze of your hand. “I feel… the most when I am with you.”

Despite his words growing softer and softer, you still heard them and your heart leaped in your throat.

Swallowing thickly, you gave him a wobbly smile at his admission and fought to keep the tears at bay as you leaned in to press a quick kiss to his lips, commending him for his bravery and vulnerability when it came to expressing his innermost thoughts. You knew it wasn’t easy for him to do.

“I’m glad.” You sighed, trying not to get too caught up in the moment so that your emotions didn’t run away from you. “And I’m honored you feel that way around me. I will continue to do my best to make you happy.”

This time, Todoroki was the one to frown, his nose twitching in displeasure. 

“You do not need to do anything.” He stated matter-of-factly, tilting his head in confusion. “It is your company, I believe, that makes me feel this way.”

That was an understatement. You elevated his heart and spirit in all the best possible ways. With your encouragement and kind nature, he felt like he had the strength to do anything. Including tough out this quirk incident that was causing a huge inconvenience in everybody’s lives.

Todoroki ducked his head and hid a smile, recalling to mind the time you blurted out in passionate fervor that it was not an inconvenience to anyone, let alone you, when he confessed thinking such to you. 

You really were too kind to him. He was going to make sure you were protected forever and always. 

Nudging your temple softly with his nose, Todoroki purred contentedly as your sweet scent washed over him like the summer breeze. 

“Starfruit and coconut?” He questioned curiously. 

Ever since his temporary transformation, he had been picking up more and more of what you smelled like, and he loved it. But this certain combination was brand new to him.

The tips of your ears burned red and you gnawed on your bottom lip shyly. “Y-Yeah… it’s a new lotion. I liked the scent.”

Todoroki hummed thoughtfully, another throaty purr emitting from his chest as waves lazily crashed upon the shore. His arms tightened around you in silent request and his ears perked up as you repositioned yourself so that your back was flush against his bare chest.

“It smells good.” He finally admitted, glancing down at you.

You shifted in his hold, stretching out your legs and crossing your ankles. “Yeah?”

Todoroki buried his nose into your soft hair and inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut as he thought about how lucky he was to have someone like you in his life. How much tragedy and hurt he had to go through, what he had to sacrifice almost to the point of giving up, when he met you.

You were his light, his partner, his everything.

Vibrant turquoise and cloudy grey hues softened imperceptibly as they gazed down at you, his tail coming around to wind around your thigh, clutching it almost possessively. 

“Yeah…” He whispered, allowing his eyes to finally slip shut as the sun got to him, exhaustion washing over him like a tidal wave. 

And you, you sat there in his embrace, ready for whatever this life threw at you next. Because in spite of the hardships, you knew that you could face it together. 

Playing with his fingers, you relaxed against him and wriggled more comfortably into his side. 

“Hey, Shouto,” You murmured under your breath, fully aware that he couldn’t hear you based on the even rise and fall of his chest. “When we get home…”

Hooded eyes darted to the bag you brought with you, honing in on the small cube outline bulging from the pouch on the side. The size of a ring box.

“I have something to ask you.”

Bonus: 

Everyone had worn themselves out. Night had fallen, the ambiance only broken by the occasional remark of the ocean spray as they made themselves known. 

Stars twinkled high in the sky and the group of 22 felt the most at ease that they had been since they assumed positions in society as top pro-heroes. 

Well, all except one.

Bakugou glowered at his boyfriend sitting a couple paces away from him. “Deku, I swear to fucking—”

“Kacchan, shh!!! I’ll never get this opportunity again!!!” Midoriya whisper-shouted at him, furiously scribbling in his hero notebook. 

He glanced up once in a while at your sleeping form draped against Todoroki’s white and red fur. 

He had turned into an actual tiger halfway through the night when everyone else had fallen asleep and Midoriya had no idea if it was because he felt at ease enough that he let go, or if this was another step in the quirk manifesting itself. Either way, it was incredibly interesting and he was jotting down everything he noticed.

Rolling his eyes when his fanboy of a boyfriend didn’t put down his pen, Bakugou tapped his foot impatiently. “Of course the fucking Number One Hero still is hung up over these shitty extras.”

Midoriya squealed excitedly despite the other’s discontented grumbling, clutching his notebook close to his heart. “Kacchan, it’s so cool though!!!”

Bakugou huffed, turning away but that was so he couldn’t see the pinking of his cheeks.

Alright, look, it wasn’t his damn fault the shitty nerd was so fucking cute when he got like this!!

Tugging at his restraints purposefully, Bakugou burned a hole in the back of Midoriya’s head when he refused to look his way.

“Oi, let me out of this shit.” He demanded hotly, trying to blast his way through, only to find out that the ropes were made of some kind of quirk-cancelling material.

Fuck.

“In a minute.” Midoriya babbled, waving him off as he scrambled closer to his slumbering friend to get a better look. “Todoroki-kun is so cool!!”

Bakugou’s eyebrows scrunched together at that and he frowned. “What the fuck, you shitty nerd?!”

Midoriya yelped as a red aura emitted from him. “Eep!!! K-Kacchan?!?!”

“IS THAT A CHALLENGE, DEKU?!?!?!?!”

“N-No, of course it’s not!!!” Midoriya replied desperately, waving his hands to ward him off and hopefully stop him from waking everybody else up.

That hope was diminished as quickly as it came as Bakugou roared. “WAKE THE FUCK UP, ICYHOT!!!!!” 

“I really rather not.” Came the dry reply, catching the both of them off guard.

Bakugou recovered quickly and his expression contorted into fury. “WHAT THE FUCK?!?!”

Midoriya approached him cautiously, hoping to placate him. “K-Kacchan, maybe we should—”

“HAH?!?!” His head whipped around towards him, wrists already chafed from how hard he was yanking against it. “YOU STILL THINK FUCKIN’ HALF-N-HALF IS BETTER THAN ME?!?!”

“I didn’t say that!!!” Midoriya cried out.

Bakugou leaned back against the trunk, vermilion eyes glinting dangerously. Every muscle in his body was coiled and ready to strike. “Get the fuck over here, damn nerd.”

Midoriya’s feet moved before he knew what he was doing until he came to a standstill directly in front of his boyfriend looking at him with an entirely different expression on his face. 

One of mild interest and pure determination.

Bakugou smirked. “I’m gonna make you eat your damn words, Deku.”

His eyes lit up at the implication and he ground his fist into the palm of his hand before untying the bonds. 

“Bring it on, Kacchan.”

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.

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“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU TWO DO?!?!” You shrieked, horrified at the sight that greeted you in the morning. 

The two of them were covered head to toe in bruises and scrapes, and absolutely soaked. 

Iida was the most upset. “NO QUIRKS WERE ALLOWED ON THIS VACATION!!!!”

Bakugou stuffed his hands in his pockets and scoffed. “Vacation’s over, Emergency Exit.”

“THAT IS NO LONGER AN APPROPRIATE NICKNAME!!!!” Iida corrected and you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“I can’t believe this.” You mumbled to yourself exasperatedly. “You guys actually sparred all night?!?!”

“L/N-san, it was awesome!!!” Midoriya rambled enthusiastically, the glow in his eyes never faltering even as Iida continued to chew out a bored Bakugou. “Kacchan was so cool!!!”

You sputtered. “This was supposed to be a vacation!!!”

“It was!!” Midoriya insisted with a determined pout and you shook your head.

“You don’t understand the concept of a vacation, hospital boy.”

“Hey!!”

Tokoyami nodded, satisfied as Iida punished Bakugou with a week’s worth of chores despite the fact that none of them lived together anymore. “Vengeance is served.” 

“Anyone got any food?” Hagakure chirped while Mina whined in the corner about how hungry she was.

Kaminari was already rifling through the beach bag you brought with you, fishing out every single piece of food you had left. 

You looked on fondly at them as they handled the food emergency themselves. You were lucky to have friends like these. Ones that could goof off whenever and be as silly as you were, as well as be there when it counted. 

Todoroki tapped you on the shoulder with the tip of his tail, offering up a bagel he had managed to snag before everyone else emptied out the reserves. “Hungry?”

You shot him a thankful look, breaking it in half to share with him before munching on your piece happily. “Very.”

The two of you basked in the momentary peace the sunrise brought as Bakugou argued against Iida that he wasn’t even the one to start the brawl, even though it fell on deaf ears.

You bit back a smile as Todoroki’s tail looped around your waist, pulling you into his side and you laughed lightly. “Is this your way of telling me you want to cuddle some more before we have to go back?”

“Maybe.” He mused, gaze filled with adoration and humor as he fixated his eyes on you.

Todoroki blinked slowly, dipping his head down to draw your head close to his. “Y/N?”

You tilted your face up at his inquiry. “Yes?”

The depth of love in your eyes was reflected in his heart.

“Later today, if you get a chance, stop by my agency.” He requested somewhat timidly and you raised an eyebrow in surprise at the odd desire.

“Yeah… okay, sure.” You affirmed with what you hoped to be a reassuring smile to put him at ease, even though you had no idea what this was all about.

Todoroki chuckled softly at your lost expression. You looked cute when you were trying to figure out what he was thinking. No chance though, you could think about this one all you wanted, you were never going to figure out where he was going with this. 

“There is something I would like to ask you.” He hinted with a mysterious smile, unlocking his grip around your waist to stroll over to Koda and help him pack up the picnic basket.

It took a second for you to process. And then another passed before you realized what he meant.

“W-Wait a minute— Shouto!!!!”

Ringing laughter was all that accompanied your cries and torrent of questions as you asked over and over again if he was insinuating what you thought he was.

In a moment of bravery, he threw you a wink. “You have to wait to find out, Y/N.”

“No fair!!!”

“Patience.”

“UH UH, YOU CAN’T JUST LEAVE A GIRL HANGING LIKE THAT!!!!”

“I don’t see how it’s any different than what you pulled last night.”

“... I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Todoroki shrugged nonchalantly, aiding Iida and Yaoyorozu in packing up the rest of the supplies. “Okay.”

“TODOROKI SHOUTO, GET BACK HERE!!!!”

“Wait six hours, Y/N.”

“SIX HOURS?!?!?!”

Your wailing only made that grin on his face grow. “I could double it.”

You shut your mouth at that ominous threat. Like hell he was going to do that to you. 

Todoroki smiled triumphantly but it only lasted for a second when you glared at him.

“You’re a cruel, cruel man, Todoroki.” You proclaimed dramatically, stumbling back when Kaminari took that opportunity to plop a heavy basket in your arms to make you carry it.

Todoroki’s shoulders shook with laughter at your attempt to catch yourself. You were as clumsy as a newborn deer. “I learn from the best.”

Your eyes glittered with mischief and throwing down the basket, you sprinted over to somewhere behind the rocks, disappearing from sight.

But your voice still carried.

“BAKUGOU, I’M GONNA KILL YOU!!!!!!”

[intheticklecloset]

Shirtless (My Hero Academia)

One Shot

Shipping: Kirishima x Bakugou (KiriBaku)

Summary: Kiri keeps stealing Bakugou's shirts, but when Bakugou decides enough is enough, Kiri sees a golden opportunity to get a little more intimate with his boyfriend.

A/N: My very first KiriBaku shipping fic! I've wanted to try my hand at one of these for a long time, since I know it's a popular shipping, and their dynamic is really great. Hopefully I did okay with my first attempt! Enjoy!

Shoutout to @thatbigdyke29 for the "stealing each other's shirts" suggestion!

Word Count: 1,357

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“Is that my shirt you’re wearing?” Kirishima asked incredulously, staring at the image of Bakugou in a baby blue button-down. He’d journeyed to his boyfriend’s dorm room after getting a text asking if he wanted to hang out, and this was the last thing he’d expected to see.

“Yeah, so?” Bakugou put his phone away but made no move to sit up from his position comfortably lying on his pillow. “You keep stealing mine. I thought I’d return the favor.”

Kiri blushed. As it happened, he was wearing one of Bakugou’s t-shirts right now. He couldn’t deny it if he wanted to. “I, uh…suppose that’s fair.”

“Why do you keep stealing mine anyway? I saw your closet. You have plenty of clothes.” The blonde lifted his head toward Kiri, his eyes widening when he saw his favorite skull t-shirt on his boyfriend’s chest. “And why that one?! You know that’s my favorite!”

“Stealing each other’s clothes is a couples thing, Kats,” Kiri replied, smiling as he made his way over to the bed where Bakugou was now sitting up. “It’s supposed to be cute.”

Bakugou gritted his teeth. “It is cute,” he admitted begrudgingly, “as long as you’re not wearing my favorite. Take it off!”

Kiri laughed. “Whoa, take me to dinner first!”

“I put up with a lot of your stupid nonsense, but this is my favorite t-shirt. I don’t want you ripping it up if we get called out to fight a villain or something. Off!”

“Fine, all right. I’ll take it off.” Kiri grabbed at the hem of the black shirt and pulled it over his head. “Happy? But now I feel weird being the only one without a shirt.”

Bakugou snatched his clothes back from his boyfriend. “That’s your problem.”

“You should take yours off, too.” Kiri smirked, wiggling his brows suggestively. The blonde huffed in irritation, but reached to undo the top button anyway.

As soon as the tip of his boyfriend’s chest was visible, Kiri snatched up his wrists, stopping him from going any further. Bakugou looked up at him. “The heck? You’re the one who told me to—”

“Let me…” Kiri gently pushed his hands away, releasing him. “Let me do it.” Then, without waiting for permission, he reached to undo the second button, then the third, then the fourth.

Bakugou was frozen to the spot, heart hammering in his chest. This situation had shifted moods incredibly quickly. Now rather than frustrated, he was transfixed, unable to take his eyes off the redhead, especially when he knelt down to get to the last few buttons on the shirt. The way Kiri looked up at him was doing things to his insides he still wasn’t used to yet.

“There,” Kiri murmured, running his hands up Bakugou’s chest to his shoulders, gently pushing the fabric of his own shirt away from the blonde. “Much better.”

“Ei…” Bakugou managed, dutifully allowing Kiri to remove the shirt completely and toss it to the ground, forgotten.

“What’s the matter?” Kiri teased, standing up again and pressing a kiss to Bakugou’s jaw along the way. “Don’t tell me you’re getting flustered~”

“N-No! Of course not, idiot…” Bakugou protested, though it didn’t sound very convincing. He let the redhead push him back onto his mattress, climbing up to hover over him teasingly. “Just…you’re…god, this is…”

“Perfect.” Kiri captured his mouth with his for a long, sweet moment before pulling away again. “It’s such a perfect opportunity…”

The way his hands were moving, Bakugou did not expect the sharp, ticklish jolt that shot through his nervous system when his boyfriend started digging into his ribcage.

“…for me to tickle you!”

“GAHAHAHA – NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Bakugou shrieked, his guard having been lowered so efficiently that he didn’t have a prayer of stopping the flood of bubbly, desperate laughter that rose up from somewhere deep within him. He shoved his arms down to fight back, but Kiri already had a good purchase, so all he could do was squirm and writhe helplessly. “YOU SOHOHOHON OF A—NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA KIRIHIHIHIEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!”

“Ah-ah-ah, that’s not very nice.” Kiri giggled, reaching one hand down to squeeze at a thigh, earning a sharp squeal in response.

Bakugou tossed his head back and let out a sound that was close to a banshee’s wail when Kiri found that spot between his ribs and underarms and tickled. He started kicking frantically, laughing so hard he couldn’t think straight, only to have a weight settle on his hips and his arm pulled above his head, giving his boyfriend full access to his death spot, and he absolutely bellowed with hysterics.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!! NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!! KIRI, PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” he begged, using his free hand to push weakly at Kiri’s weight on top of him.

In response, Kirishima grabbed his other arm and shoved it above his head as well, ceasing his tickling in the process. He got his face real close to Bakugou and smirked. “If you want me to stop, then say so, Kats.”

God, that nickname. Bakugou bit his lip and looked away, refusing to speak. He wouldn’t give Kiri the satisfaction of telling him he didn’t want this to stop.

“All right, then.” Kirishima pinned his arms firmly to the bed and – to the blonde’s horror – began nibbling on that spot.

His boyfriend’s teeth and lips on his bare skin where he was unbearably ticklish was a whole other level of torture, and he made sure Kiri knew it by letting out a desperate scream, followed by laugh after shrieking, pleading laugh.

“EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!! EIJIROU NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! THAHAHAHAHAT’S TOO MUHUHUHUHUHUCH!!”

“You sure? You seem to be enjoying it~”

“I HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHATE YOU!!” Bakugou screamed, though of course he didn’t mean it. “I HAHAHAHATE YOU, I HATE YOHOHOHOHOU – GOD, PLEASE – PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“We really should get you a gag, Kats. You’re loud.” Kirishima chuckled, then switched to his other death spot on his other side, forcing a fresh ticklish sensation to shoot through his nervous system, making Bakugou laugh so hard he thought he might lose his voice at this rate.

“EI, PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE, IT TIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!! IT TICKLES SO BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAD!!”

“Aww, does it really?”

Finally, Bakugou couldn’t take another second, and he crumbled. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! PLEASE, STOP, KIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIRI!! I GIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIVE!! I GIVE!!!”

As requested, Kiri did stop, sitting up to look down at his blushing, giggling boyfriend, still keeping him pinned in place.

“W-Whahahahahat…” Bakugou gasped, wheezing out some final cackles, “Whahahat was that fohohohohor?”

Kiri beamed. “Sorry, Kats. I couldn’t help myself. You were just begging for a good tickling.”

“H-How?!”

“By being so moody about the shirts, obviously.”

“You’re the worst.”

Kirishima kissed him. “But you liked it, didn’t you?”

Bakugou blushed even harder, gritting his teeth in an embarrassed scowl. “Shut up.”

“Look, I’ll tickle you again if that’s what it takes to make you stop being such a grump.” Kiri accentuated his point by letting go of the blonde’s wrists to drag his nails down his ribs to his sides. Bakugou jumped and yelped and shot his arms down, grabbing the redhead’s wrists in his hands, giggling all over again when Kiri wiggled his fingers over his belly teasingly.

“S-Stop it…Ei, plehehease…” Bakugou felt an excited panic shoot through him when Kiri started fighting back, trying to make contact, his boyfriend’s limited strength the only thing keeping him from succeeding. “Nohohohohohoho!”

“Tickle, tickle~”

“Don’t tease me! Ei!” Bakugou gave up the battle and let Kiri scribble over his belly, trying to curl up as he giggled tiredly. “No fahahahahahair teheheheheheasing…”

“Aw, look at those dimples,” Kirishima giggled, leaning down to pepper his cheeks with kisses as he tickled softly. “You’re such a cutie when you let me tickle you.”

“Y-Yeah, yeah.” Bakugou grabbed his wrists again, pulling him away. “It’s only because I love you, idiot.”

“I know. And I’m honored, really.” The redhead finally let up, cupping the blonde’s face in his hands and kissing him deeply. “I love you, too, Katsuki. You adorable little giggle bug.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Mmm…” Kiri nuzzled the spot just below Bakugou’s ear where it met his jaw, and the blonde absolutely melted at the touch. “I think I can convince you to let me~”

[tickly-trashcan]

The Best {Xiao, Hu Tao, and Venti}

A/N: i decided to treat myself today hehe but don’t worry, i’m still working on prompts, but i took a short break to write this (and prepare for school which also started today) but i’m already back on them! anyways, I hope everyone enjoys this and has a lovely day~

Summary: Xiao, Hu Tao, and Venti are all meeting up for a picnic. But things quickly get out of hand for Xiao...

Word Count: 1.7k (under the cut)

Xiao fumbled with his thumbs as he waited for his friends to arrive. They had agreed to meet together near Liyue, and he was currently the only one there.

He sat patiently, though he couldn’t help fidgeting. He would never admit it, but he was excited to see his friends, and he had been looking forward to meeting up with them for several days. They had been planning on having a picnic, and Xiao had offered to bring something, but both of them insisted on Xiao just relaxing and enjoying the food.

“Xiao! Hi~!” A voice came, and Xiao turned to see Venti skipping towards him with a basket full of treats. He set them down and quickly threw himself on Xiao, hugging him tightly as he giggled, petting Xiao’s head.

“Hey, just because I wasn’t here yet doesn’t mean you guys can engage in PDA!” Another person said. Venti and Xiao looked up to see Hu Tao standing above them, one hand on her hip as the other held a back, likely filled with more food.

“Ah, hello Hu Tao,” Xiao said softly, then looked at Venti. “Hello to you too, Venti.”

Hu Tao set the bag down and hugged Xiao from behind, sandwiching him between his two friends as he wheezed, tapping their shoulders to show that he needed some air. Hu Tao and Venti giggled as their released their friend, allowing him to breathe as they unpacked their drinks and snacks, setting them down on the ground as they sat in a circle, digging in.

Almond tofu, apple pie, crystal shrimp, golden crab… there was way too much for the three of them, but they still all managed to eat most of it, full and content as the sun started to set in the distance. 

Hu Tao sighed loudly, laying back down in the grass before looking over at Xiao and Venti, giggling.

“I think I ate more than you guys.”

“No, Venti ate that entire apple pie himself,” Xiao pointed out, and Venti sat up, whining.

“Hey! You had like… a bite!”

Hu Tao and Xiao laughed as Venti pouted. He folded his arms across his chest, smirking at Xiao as he spoke.

“Bold words from someone within tickling distance.”

Xiao’s eyes widened and he shook his head, holding his hands up in front of him. “Venti, I was only kidding!”

“Aiya, look at the situation you’ve gotten yourself in!” Hu Tao teased when Xiao backed up against her, Hu Tao grinning at him. He looked at Venti, who was already wiggling his fingers, and ducked behind Hu Tao, making her laugh.

“My my, Xiao, I thought you liked this! And it’s been so long since we really got to tickle you!” Hu Tao teased, and Xiao paled, realizing he wasn’t safe from her either. He went to run, but Hu Tao caught his ankle, pulling him back as he yelped.

“Nooo! Wait, wait! I’m sorry, Venti!”

“Too late~!” Venti cooed, pouncing on Xiao as Hu Tao giggled, Xiao’s own laughter immediately echoing around them as Venti squeezed his hips.

“Nohohoho! Plehehease, I’m sohohorry! Wahahait, no, Hu Tao-!” Xiao squealed as Hu Tao joined in, scribbling her fingers up and down his ribcage, using her nails expertly to get in between the grooves of every rib.

“NAHaha! Hu Tahahahao, not thehehere!”

“But Xiaooo~!” Hu Tao faux whined, smirking as she started to gently squeeze his ribcage, making Xiao shriek as he tried to squirm away, only getting himself more stuck in Venti’s tickles.

“Xiao’s laugh is just as cute as it was last time, wouldn’t you agree, Hu Tao?”

“Definitely! If anything, it’s gotten cuter!”

Xiao whined through his already frantic laughter as Hu Tao and Venti teased him, both with their hands and their words as he could do nothing but wiggle and laugh.

Venti climbed up from his hips, lightly skittering his fingers across the expanse of Xiao’s tummy, making him wail and squirm, trying to curl up. With Venti and Hu Tao on either side of him, curling up was probably his best option.

“Nuh-uh-uh, none of that! Don’t make this worse for yourself, Xiao~” Venti cooed when Xiao started curling up. He went for his hips again, finding the sweet spot right where his hips and thighs met and squeezing it, making Xiao positively squeal.

He started to uncurl slightly, but when he did, Hu Tao instead went for his tummy, using her nails as she fluttered up and down. She focused just a bit on his lower tummy, knowing it was just a tad more sensitive as Xiao shrieked.

He didn’t know which was worse, and he didn’t know where to focus. He tried swatting at Hu Tao’s hands and kicking his legs to try and shake off Venti, but nothing was working and the vicious tickling continued. 

“No mohohohohore, plehehease! I caha - I can’t! Hah-HAhaha!”

Hu Tao and Venti ignored Xiao’s pleas, knowing when he actually wanted them to stop that he would say the word. Venti and Hu Tao exchanged a glance with each other, and the two of them smirked, though Xiao didn’t notice because his eyes were squeezed shut in hopes of ignoring the sensations (spoiler alert: it wasn’t working).

“I wonder which one of us is making Xiao laugh more, don’t you?” Hu Tao pondered aloud, looking at Venti cheekily.

“Oh, I bet I am. After all, I am a better tickler,” Venti said confidently, squeezing Xiao’s upper thigh and making him squeal to prove his point.

“No way! Maybe we should have Xiao tell us who’s better?”

“Nohohoho! Dohon’t you dare!” Xiao exclaimed, already knowing where this was going. But there was hardly anything he could do to stop it as Hu Tao and Venti grinned evilly at him. 

“Dibs on his tummy~!” Venti called out, and Hu Tao whined.

“You know that’s his best spot, cheater!”

Venti only giggled as Hu Tao pouted, pulling her hands away from Xiao’s tummy as she went up behind him instead. She grabbed his arms, making him squeak as she tucked his arms under her knees, making Xiao panic.

“No no no, Hu Tao! Not that, plehease!” He giggled already, even though neither Venti or Hu Tao were currently tickling him. Hu Tao only grinned, wiggling her fingers deviously.

“Not what? I’m not even doing anything!” Hu Tao giggled, lowering her hands as Xiao tried to pull his arms free, giggling even though she hadn’t even touched him yet. He shrieked when she faked him out, bursting into frantic laughter when Venti started his own torture on Xiao’s tummy.

Hu Tao started to lightly scribble her nails under Xiao’s arms, making him squeal as he threw his head back, his laughter doubling over as his face warmed, both from embarrassment and from how hard he was laughing.

“AHAhaharchons, wahahait! Plehehease, no mohohohore!” Xiao yelled, his laughter dipping more into cackling territory as he shook his head, tugging on his arms and kicking his legs as he tried to shake off his attackers. They wouldn’t let up, however, and it somehow managed to get worse.

Hu Tao started lightly raking her nails down the inside of Xiao’s arm, making sure to circle around the hollow of his underarm before scribbling in it, driving Xiao absolutely mad. Meanwhile, Venti had started pinching at the sides of his tummy, giving him quick, occasional raspberries that kept catching Xiao off-guard.

“Who’s better Xiao? It’s me, right?” Venti asked, blowing another raspberry as soon as he finished his sentence, making Xiao shriek.

Xiao couldn’t even formulate a proper sentence since he was so hysterical. Instead, he just shook his head, making Venti boo.

“What, you don’t think I’m the best? I’ll show you!”

“Just admit it, Venti! I’m a better tickler than you!” Hu Tao chuckled, now raking up Xiao’s ribcage as he hiccuped and laughed beneath her. “I’m better, right Xiao?”

In hopes of getting it to stop, he nodded his head, agreeing with Hu Tao as she finally stopped, punching a fist into the air.

“Yes! Take that, Venti!”

Venti grumbled, looking at Xiao evilly as he slowly recovered, glancing at Venti as he panted heavily.

“I think you’ve made a bad decision, Xiao~”

Xiao panicked, already squirming again as Venti started squeezing his hips, digging his thumb lightly into the hipbone as Xiao hollered, squealing when Venti simultaneously blew several raspberries on his tummy.

“VEHEhehenti! Nohohoho, I tahahake it back! I’m sohohorry, you’re behetter!!” Xiao gasped out, and he heard Hu Tao behind him gasp.

“Xiao! You lied to me? You know what happens when you lie, right~?”

“Nohohoho! I didn’t mehehean it!”

“Make up your mind, Xiao! Who’s better?” Venti taunted, still going after his hips in a cruel way before placing one more raspberry directly below his navel. Xiao shrieked.

“I cahahahan’t! I’m sohohorry!”

Hu Tao prodded at Xiao’s ribs, making him whine through his laughter as Venti continued to knead his hips, driving Xiao up the wall with ticklish agony.

“Stop! Stahahap! Plehehease, I cahahan’t!”

Hu Tao and Venti halted, giving Xiao a chance to breathe. Hu Tao released his arms and Venti got off of him, and the two of them sat on either side of Xiao, watching with soft smiles as he collected himself.

“Y-You two… you’re both good. Neither of you are better.”

“Eh, I’ll take it,” Venti said, chuckling as Xiao shot him a dirty look. Hu Tao helped Xiao sit up, giving him a quick hug as she giggled.

“I am better though, right?”

Xiao groaned, pushing Hu Tao away as she laughed. Venti hummed, looking over the horizon of Liyue as the sky turned a light shade of violet, showing that most of the sun had set.

“Well, it looks like we’ve had more than enough fun today. Wouldn’t you agree, Xiao? I’m sure you enjoyed yourself~” Venti teased, watching Xiao go red before standing.

“We should do this again sometime soon! How about tomorrow?” Hu Tao offered, picking up her bag as Venti nodded.

“Only if we get to tickle Xiao again!”

Xiao lightly pushed Venti, making the bard chirp before he jumped on Xiao’s back, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and his legs around his waist.

“Bye-bye Hu Tao!” Venti called, waving to the brunette as she waved back, skipping off towards Liyue.

“I’m not bringing you home…” Xiao mumbled, and Venti hummed.

“Are you suuure~?” He cooed, fluttering his fingers on Xiao’s neck as he gasped, scrunching up his shoulders.

“Fine! Just - Just don’t do that again.”

“Alright, but no promises for tomorrow!”

Xiao flushed as he walked Venti home, mind swirling as he smiled softly to himself. Today had been… fun.

[giggly-squiggily]

Eyyo!! I saw your event was reopened, so I figured I'd send another hc in if that's alright! No pressure of course tho, and I hope you're having a wonderful day!^^

I have a hc that sometimes whenever one of Hinata and Kageyama's bickering matches start getting out of hand, one or two of the third years, (usually Suga and Daichi, but Asahi will do it too if those two aren't around.) will just grab them and start tickling them until they apologize to eachother.

Headcanon to Dabbles Event: CLOSED!

Heyo friend! It's always alright! :D THIS IS CUTE!!! I Decided to go with Asahi for this one- he deserves more love :) This was really fun to write! I hope you like it :D

“Shut the hell up, Boke!”

“You shut up, you overgrown grump!”

Asahi panicked as he looked between the first years, his anxiety spiking with each new insult they threw at one another. They were…well, not quite fighting, but rather bickering. Nothing ever got too heated, but with the way things were going, Asahi was starting to fear the worst. “You two, stop it. What are you even mad about anyway?”

“He started it!” Hinata pouted childishly.

“No way, you started it!” Kageyama declared, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

“Nu uh!”

“Yeah hun!”

“Okay, stop it!” Asahi raised his voice, reaching out and pulling them apart by their shirts. “You two are in highschool, not kindergarten! Now apologize to one another!”

“No way!”

“He can suck my-”

Asahi blinked as he watched the pair fight once more, momentarily conflicted. A part of him wanted to go get Daichi, but he felt awful for bothering him so much. Sugawara was out sick today, meaning it was just him.

“Okay then.” Asahi decided, putting them back on their feet. “You two want to act like babies? I’ll treat you like ones!” With that, he shot his hands out, squeezing their sides gently.

“Ah! AHehahahahhahaha nohohohohohooho!” Hinata squealed, flailing about. Kageyama slapped a hand over his mouth, muffling his giggles as his other hand clawed at Asahi’s trying to push him away. “Nohohohoohho! Asahi dohoohohn’t tihihickle!”

“Yes tickle! You two need to be nicer to one another! It’s better for the team morale!” Asahi smiled softly, happy to hear them laughing. “Are you sorry?”

“Ahhahahahhhahahahasahahahahi!” Both wailed.

“I’m waiting~” Asahi teased.

Eventually, when Hinata’s cheeks were red and sour, and Kageyama’s pig snorts were echoing across the gym, the boys gave in. “Wehehehhehehehere sahahahahhhahharry!” They both cackled, stumbling away as Asahi released them. “See? That wasn’t so bad was it?” He asked with a nod.

Kageyama wheezed, trying to glare. He turned to an equally exhausted Hinata, eyes dancing. “Oi, Boke. Help me take him down.”

“Hehe…alright.” Hinata giggled, looking just as dangerous.

Asahi blanched, looking between the pair with wide eyes as he took a step back. “C-Come on now…let’s not be hasty you two…”

They were in fact, quite hasty.

I hope this was good!

[espressokiri]

If I could, could I request Class 1-A’s with a water quirk who loves mermaids?

Class 1A x GN!Reader

In which Class 1A deals with a classmate who loves mermaids.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

a/n: These are so cute to write about plz <3

(Y/n) (L/n) has always had a fascination with what was hidden underneath the ocean, it could be the result of their quirk being related to water or just the child-like wonder never leaving them. Growing up they would watch The Little Mermaid on repeat and sigh dreamily at the thought of having a tail like hers. They learnt how to draw in order to create themselves as a mermaid in fictional form, perhaps they could even send in a similar design for when U.A. asks for hero suit designs. 

That is exactly what happened. Despite not having fins for legs on the regular for their costume, there was a resemblance of flow like material that would glimmer like scales. They also garnered mini seashells strapped around their waist like a belt.

“Pft! What are you? Holder of seashells or something?” Bakugou cackled and (Y/n) glared at him, spraying him with water and directly aiming for his open mouth. 

Bakugou sputtered and coughed out the liquid before attempting to charge at them with his quirk engaged, (Y/n) simply sucked out all the sweat he was generating for his quirk with a flick of their wrist, leaving him useless. “What the hell?!”

“Whoa thats so cool! (Y/n) can basically turn Bakugou quirkless!” Denki clasped his hands in amusement as Kirishima and Sero had to restrain him from physically attacking the water bender.

Midoriya was in the cornering jotting down the useful information about them that he had witnessed.

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“Tsu-chan! Tsu-chan let’s pretend we’re mermaids!” (Y/n) exclaimed as they dragged Asui to the U.A. pool. The girls had rented it out for a day before the training camp and invited (Y/n) along because they all found them adorable, the girls had basically adopted them.

(Y/n) was gifted a swimming tail by Hatsume Mei, who had tinkered with the idea of a mermaid suit for them. Once they put it on as trial, (Y/n) could not stop the joyful tears from flowing as they pulled Mei into a crushing hug, thanking her profusely for making their dream come true.

As of now they finally got to try it on for use. To say it wasn’t hard to maneuver in at first would be a lie, but with the help of Asui they finally got the hang of it and felt like they were on cloud nine.

Breathing under water was not a problem as a water quirk user, it made it all the more real. The water was a safe place and they knew if ever they wanted some time to think, away from the loud noises and to clear their mind in general, the water would welcome them with open arms.

“Wow (Y/n)-chan, you look like a real mermaid!” Hagakure squealed as she watched the tail appear and disappear in the water, “you really do look the part.” Jirou commented, a slight blush at the beauty before her.

“Our precious (Y/n)! Here I thought you couldn’t get any cuter.” Mina huffed, trying to take pictures of the moment. 

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(Y/n) was at the bottom of the pool in U.A.

They were laying down on the floor of the pool, watching the lights above reflect the water. Fully clothed in their U.A. uniform, as they could just pull the water away from them to dry instantly, with their backpack the only thing on the pools edge.

They were trying to think of a special move to progress in their class, it seemed like there was a mental block preventing them from creating any train of thought for the class. Maybe a nap would help?

A sudden splash into the pool pulled them out their light slumber as a hand gripped their arm and pulled them to the surface, “what the hell?!” (Y/n) exclaimed, pulling themselves away from the perpetrator. “I just saved your ass! Is this the thanks I get?!”

They looked at Bakugou with irritation as they calmed their breathing, “saved me from what exactly?”

“From drowning, dumbass! What were you even thinking?!”

A stagnant silence.

(Y/n) snorted before bursting out into laughter, angering the blonde even further. “You think dying is funny?! Wait till I drown you myself!”

“Bakugou, what’s my quirk?” (Y/n) wheezed, trying to calm themselves down.

“What kind of question is that? Water manipulation, idiot.”

“Exactly.”

They both had a stare-down. (Y/n) with a hand on their mouth to hide the small giggles slipping out and watching Bakugou’s face morph from anger to embarrassment as he realized.

“No one must know of this.”

Cue (Y/n) planning to blackmail him.

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Training camp was as tough as Aizawa said it would be. 

The students were worked to the bone, being sucked dry of their youth and filled with soreness and pain from the excessive use of their quirks. To think (Y/n) thought they would have it easier since Aizawa had basically thrown them into the nearby lake to practice water pressure and surface tension.

They tried taking a breather for a minute but a stick would be shoved through the water and whack them on the head for doing so. Aizawa had eyes the eyes of a hawk, despite his constant dry eye, and they felt sorry for whoever ends up being his child.

Once they were sure their teacher had left his focus on them to pay attention to the rest of the class, they decided to close their eyes for a brief second. The peace was soon disrupted.

A shot of white tape wrapped around their waist and they were yanked out of the lake and onto the broad shoulders of Sero. “Look what I caught! A mermaid, huh? You’d sell for a decent price.” He chuckled.

“Only decent? Wow okay, my ego’s been bruised.” (Y/n) scoffed, dangling limply on his shoulder despite feeling their stomach bruise from the impact. “Working on making your tape waterproof?”

“Mhm, and I nailed it!”

“That you did. Now carry me properly to dinner while I nap as punishment for disrupting the one time I got away with sleeping.”

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When the Big Three were introduced in class, (Y/n) couldn’t help but gaze with sparkles in their eyes at the indigo haired male with elf-like ears. Oh how they were imagining a fairytale themed photoshoot or outing, which was inappropriate as he was a third year and they doubt he would befriend them after observing his timid and shy nature. 

But a mermaid must not leave an opportunity behind.

“Tamaki-senpai!”

The male froze in his steps, shoulders stiff and posture hunched as he trembled and turned towards the voice. (Y/n) approached him with a grin, hands behind their back as they were fidgeting in place.

“Y-yes?” His gaze was on the floor, avoiding eye contact with the first-year.

Nejire and Mirio had glanced at each other before nodding their head in agreement to eavesdrop on the conversation. 

“I just wanted to say that you look so pretty! Like something out of a fairytale! I love fairytales, especially mermaids and I have a suit with a mermaid’s tail since I have a water quirk and stuff.” (Y/n) glanced at Mirio and Nejire and waved at them cheerfully. 

Tamaki on the other hand had gotten red in the face at the compliment and became a stuttering mess, that’s when Nejire and Mirio decided to jump in, both very happy at the thought of talking to the cheerful student in front of them.

“He’s a bit shy so don’t mind him! You’re so precious! You look like a mermaid too, so gorgeous!” Nejire complimented and pulled at their cheek as (Y/n)’s eyes twinkled at seeing Nejire in a new light.

“H-Hado-senpai, you look like a fairy!” (Y/n) was in awe of how pretty she was, she was literally sparkling. 

Mirio was chuckling in the background, “looks like we’re all like fairytales in one way huh?”

Nejire gasped and clapped her hands together, “a photoshoot dressed like that would be so cute! Don’t you think Mirio?”

“Hado-senpai I was thinking the same!”

[sageinacage]

u guessed it. ponk anon with a ponk prompt. i know No Variety. anyway mercenary squad tickle fight mayhaps? no pressure tho man <3 /gen

Little Grape summary: punz and purpled are pushing each others buttons, and ponk tries to take the role of a mediator. keyword: "tries." a/n: this is just like All tickles bc im too lazy to write a proper intro LOL but i hope u enjoy!! warnings: swearing, pinning down w/c: 1.1k DSMP, Platonic

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Yelling and a side of loud laughter filled the house. Ponk sighed, listening to what he assumed was Punz and Purpled fighting again. He closed his book and shook his head, unable to hold back a small chortle at his friends’ loud situation.

This was a normal occurrence, those two always pushed each other’s buttons, doing whatever it took to piss the other off. Brother-like behavior most would say. The doctor got up and headed to the living room to see what the ruckus was about this time.

He stood at the entrance of the doorway, chuckling softly to himself at the sight.

“Puhuhurp- stohahAHAP!” The blonde cackled, feeling mischievous fingers crawl up his side.

“Good suggestion! Don’t care, though!” Purpled sniggered, finding the soft spot of the man’s stomach. “I personally think you deserve this for being so annoying today. It’ll tire you out! You should be thanking me right now, honestly.”

“What did you do now, Punz?” Ponk crossed his arms, standing a good distance from the two. “N- NOHOTHING! I SWEHEAR!”

The man hummed, not believing that statement. “Purpled, what did he do?” He questioned, looking at the alien. “He wouldn’t stop calling me a little grape, it was getting so fuckin’ annoying!”

Ponk put his hand over his mouth, stifling a laugh. So this is what they were fighting about now?

“I don’t think that’s fair to kill him, Purpled! Words before actions, bud.” Ponk smiled, Purpled standing up to face him. Punz gave a sigh of relief, using the break to catch his breath on the floor.

“Well, he never listens! I’m not a little grape, I'm a man!” Purpled’s voice squeaked, Ponk slapping his hand over his mouth yet again to stifle a laugh. “What’s so funny, huh? Y’think I’m funny?” The alien put his hands on his hips, raising an eyebrow.

This boy is so incredibly sassy.

Small giggles consumed Ponk, covering his face as he couldn’t stop the flow of laughter pouring out of him. Purpled smirked, having a new plan.

“Yeah, Ponk?~ Where did all the enthusi-aHAHSM- PUHuhunz!” The boy’s antennae perked up, his body falling back into the other mercenary as he kneaded his digits into his lower ribs.

“Whaaat? Keep sassin’ him, see where that takes you, little grape.” Punz raised an eyebrow, prodding his big hands into Purpled’s waist, earning a high-pitched shriek. “Oh? What, you didn’t forget about me, did you?~”

“SHUHUT UP! Y- Yohohou suhuck!” The alien squealed, kicking his legs out. “Oh, Purpled! Where did all of your enthusiasm go, hmmm?” Ponk grinned, slowly approaching the boy with wiggly fingers.

“GEHET AWAY! PUHUNZ MAHAKE HIM STOHOHAHAP!” Purpled frantically tried to squirm out of the other blonde’s grip, not wanting to face the wrath of Ponk’s tickles. “Why should I? You were the one talking mad shit, I think you deserve it.” Punz shrugged, wiggling his fingers gently between the grooves of his ribs.

The moment Purpled squeezed his eyes shut, he felt another pair of fingers gently vibrate into his stomach. The hysterical shriek it produced made both ticklers stop for a moment and chuckle. “Bad spot, lil' plum?~” Ponk grinned at him, starting to slowly scribble his nails on the sides of Purpled’s belly, making the same frantic giggles start up again.

“Oh? Does somebody have a ticklish tummy?~ D’awwww…” Punz cooed, grazing his fingers along his ribs. Purpled noticed the grip they had on him loosened up, as both the older ones assumed the boy was ‘tickled out.’ That was definitely not the case.

“Aha!” The alien moved his hands behind him, latching it on to whatever he could reach; which happened to be Punz’s side. “SHIHIT! Nohot agahain!” Punz fell back, tripping as Purpled practically tackled the other mercenary to the ground.

“Need some help there, bud?” Ponk asked, only to get an instant nod. He smiled, getting on the ground next to Punz and reeling in his wrists to hold them above his head. The grip was firm, but definitely not firm enough to keep Punz completely stuck. It was still possible to escape, but Punz truly didn’t want to. He was having fun.

“Guhuhuys… y- you dohont haHAHAVE TOHOHO-! PUHUHURP!” The man screeched, cold and nimble fingers sneaking up his hoodie to relentlessly squeeze at his lower waist. “We really do, though! You deserve this after torturing me, asshole,” Purpled wheezed, going for a sweet spot right underneath his belly button.

The screamy laughter it produced was quite entertaining, the poor mercenary’s body going completely limp with the sudden overly-ticklish sensation wracking through it. Ponk, feeling bad for the predicament he put Punz in, decided to let go of his wrists and sit back to watch.

Punz’s hands immediately shot down, lunging at Purpled to wrestle him. “WAIT! Shohouldn’t we gehet Ponk?” Purpled giggled nervously, as Punz was currently straddling him. Punz smiled, giving the boy a nod. “Finally a smart choice from you!” He teased, earning a playful shove back.

Both blondes glared at the other, both of them clad with evil smiles and definitely not good intentions.

“Uh oh…”

“Uh oh is right, Ponkie!~” Punz lunged at the man and wrestled him to the floor, immediately finding his thighs and gently squeezing. “NOHOhohoho! Quihit ihit!” Ponk’s laughter was breathy but squeaky, if you could describe it in one word it would be ‘happy’.

“'Quit it'? Damn, what is with you guys and bad ideas?!” Purpled teased, sitting next to Ponk and gently digging his fingers into the doctor’s upper ribs. “Ooh, little grape! Go for his waist, trust me.” Punz smiled at Purpled annoyed groan at the nickname, but he complied as he cautiously danced a few fingers over Ponk’s waist.

“PUHUHUHURPLEHED!” Ponk screeched, Purpled giggling at his friend’s reaction. “I’m barely even touching you, dude! Holy shit, this is so good!” The alien laughed with Ponk, digging in a little bit more to earn another shriek.

“Ponk, in all seriousness- I love your laugh. It’s such a nice sound!~” Punz smiled, kneading his fingers into the muscles on his thighs. “SHUHUHUSH! ENOHOUGH YOU TWOHO!” Ponk’s laughter was filled with mostly squeaks, indicating that he was getting tired.

The two mercenaries let up, sitting by their friend. “So, this all started by me calling you a little grape?” Punz grinned at Purpled, the boy furrowing his eyebrows. “Maybe I should start calling you ‘little bitch’ and see how you like it!”

“Guhuys!” Ponk giggled, unsure if he was still giggling from the tickles or if he was giggling at his friends' antics.

“Punz started it!”

“Purpled…”

[soft--dragon]

Manhunt

Word Count: 1,311

Warnings: None

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

"C'MERE SAPNAP!"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Sapnap gave a yell of terror, only running faster to get ahead of the hoodie wearing mastermind chasing him.

"GEORGE! BAD! WHERE ARE YOU GUYS!?" Sapnap practically screamed.

"We're close! Don't die Sapnap! You have all our items!" George yelled back.

"I'M TRYING! WAIT DREAM! NO! IM ON HALF A HEART! HALF A HEART!"

Dream laughed manically, swinging his sword at Sapnap. "C'MERE!" He crowed loudly, eyes gleaming.

"NO! NOOOOOOOO!" Sapnap screamed when his character died, items thrown from his fallen avatar.

Dream cackled taking out his flint and steel and burning it all.

"No! Dream!" Bad yells in outrage almost drowned out by George yelling at Sapnap.

Sapnap tugged his headphones off angrily, gripping his hair. Damn Dream and his 1000 iq. He'd set a trap for the hunters leaving only him alive with the lunatic.

He could hear Dream's laughter through his headphones as well as his fellow hunters arguing with each other.

"Too easy!" Dream clapped his hands as he chuckled. "Too goddamn easy."

Sapnap glared at his floor. Dream was literally downstairs . An idea started to form in his head. He put his headphones back on.

"Guys, I have a plan" he said.

"Ooo you sound confident" Dream's voice had a teasing lilt in it.

"I am, cause I know it's gonna work" Sapnap replied smoothly. "Okay guys, don't worry about armor, just get some weapons and follow Dream. Be ready to attack him when I say so."

"No armour?" George repeated. "Are you trying to get us killed?"

"Nope, I'm trying to get us a win, just trust me, alright?"

After a confirmation from his hunters Sapnap stood from his chair.

"Sapnap you've sent them on a suicide mission" Dream snickered, "you've just set them up to die, what kind of plan is this?"

"You'll see Dreamie" Sapnap said, "guys, gonna go silent for a bit, just follow the plan."

He slipped off his headphones and crossed his room to the door. His steps were silent as he made his way downstairs to Dream's room. He could hear the older boy laughing and commentating through the door. He gripped the handle and carefully opened the door, grateful it didn't squeak and alert Dream of his presence.

Dream was laser focused on gathering materials, chipping into conversation between George and Bad. Sapnap snuck up behind his chair, a grin spreading across his face.

"-and besides George, Sapnap said to not get armour, stop messing up his plan!" Dream was saying.

Sapnap could just hear George's response through the headphones. "I'm not fighting you without it!"

"Aw come on Georgie, don't you trust him?"

"I do, I just don't trust you."

Sapnap glanced at Dream's screen to see George and Bad following Dream at a distance. Good.

"George, Bad get him now!" Sapnap ordered.

Dream flinched violently at Sapnap's voice, his head snapping round to stare at him. Sapnap dug his hands into Dream's sides before he could react further, making the boy gasp and break into laughter.

"Whahahat the hehehell Sapnahahahap?!" He cried, trying to get the younger's hands off of him.

"Get him boys! Get him!" Sapnap yelled over Dream's laughter.

"Sapnap what are you doing to him?" George asked as he and Bad's avatars ran towards Dream.

"Incapacitating him" Sapnap answered with a chuckle. "Turns out Dream here is very ticklish."

Dream was twisting in his chair, trying to find an escape route from Sapnap's fingers. His headphones slipped off his ears onto his shoulders. "Stohohop it! Sapnap thihihis is cheheheheating!"

"There's no rules about tickling Dream!" Sapnap shot back, moving up to scratch at his upper ribs.

Dream wheezed, squirming with new desperation. "Sahahahap- nohohohoho!" He curled in on himself, trying to protect himself.

"Aw, bad spot?" Sapnap teased.

Dream heard the familiar sound of being struck through his headphones and looked up to see George and Bad attacking his avatar.

"No! No no no! Guhuhuhuys stohohohop! Thihihihis ihihis unfahahahair!" He yelled.

"All is fair in love and manhunts Dream!" Bad laughed.

Dream grabbed his mouse, attacking the hunters making them scream and bolt.

"Sapnap! Tickle him again! Hurry! He's doing so much damage!" George cried.

Sapnap stuck his hands in Dreams exposed underarms, causing him shriek and slam his arms down. "Sahahapnahahap! Gehehet ohohout of thehehere!"

"You've trapped my hands Dream" Sapnap replied with a grin. "You want me to stop, you need to let my hands out."

"You'll just go somewhere else!" Dream yelled, squirming, his face getting pinker by the second.

"Try his stomach Sapnap!" George called through the headphones making Dream squeak.

"Fuhuhuck ohohoff Geohohohorge!" Dream growled but the giggles lacing his words didn't make it very threatening.

"Bad place if I remember correctly, eh Dream?" Sapnap smiled devilishly.

"You done this before Sapnap?" Bad laughed.

"Oh yeah, favourite past time by now."

"SHUHUT UHUHUP!" Dream yelled, trying to slide to the floor.

"Get back here Dream!" Sapnap got his hands out from Dream's underarms and scuttled his fingers all over Dream's stomach.

Dream's eyes widened, his whole body convulsing like he'd been electrocuted. "FUHUHUHUCK!"

"Language Dream!"

Sapnap heard Bad's yell through the headphones and chuckled. "Yeah Dream, language, you're upsetting Bad."

Dream shook his head, wheezes lacing his flustered giggles. The hitting sounds returned much to Dream's horror.

"No! Sahahapnahahap stohohohop! Plehehease!" Dream squealed, looking up at his computer to see his hearts decreasing.

He tried to sit up but Sapnap scratched his fingers close to his belly button and he crashed back down in new hysterics.

"Awww, this is really cute Dream, you can't even fight back" Sapnap grinned, laughing a little when he saw Dream's blush deepen.

"SHUHUT UHUHUP!"

"Damn Dream, I had no idea you were this ticklish" George snickered. "Sapnap and I are gonna gang up on you all the time when I move in."

"Oh hell yes" Sapnap grinned, leaning in close to Dream's ear. "Doesn't that sound like fun Dreamlee?"

Dream gave a whine through his laughter, covering his red face in his hands. "Yohohou're thehehehe wohohohorst."

"Bitch please, I'm the best" Sapnap retorted.

"Oi! Language!"

"Sorry Bad."

"How many hearts is he on?!" George asked, furiously attacking Dream.

"Two and a half! Come on guys, take him out!" Sapnap encouraged.

"NOHOHOHO! I REFUSE TO DIE LIKE THIS!"

Dream seemed to gain strength through the idea of losing. He reached behind him and tazed Sapnap's side making him yelp and flinch back. Dream grabbed his desk and yanked himself forward, grabbing his mouse and swinging his sword.

His character struck the two hunters, severely cutting their heart numbers down.

George did his signature, high pitched scream of terror, while Bad's voice did the opposite and dropped.

"DIE!" Dream shouted, taking them out with only a few hits.

A bang on a desk was followed by George's yell of "NO! WE WERE SO CLOSE!"

"DANG IT DREAM!" Bad cried, equally upset by the sudden turn of events.

Dream was fast to eat some bread, his hearts rising again much to his relief. He breathed heavily, leaning back in his chair to regain his composure. His face was still warm, his giggles still swirling his his chest, slipping out every so often. He then remembered who else was in the room with him. His chair turned slowly.

"Sapnap."

Sapnap had been backing up to the door. His eyes widened at Dream's low, dark tone.

"Uhhh" he nervously smiled. "D-Dream hey we're friends-"

"Oh yes, yes we are" Dream rose from his chair. "And we're also roommates, ya know what that means Sapnap?"

"Um..."

An evil smile pulled at Dream's lips. "It means you don't have anywhere to hide, we live in the same house."

Sapnap stared.

Dream cracked his knuckles. "Run."

Sapnap screamed, bolting out the door with a manically laughing Dream right behind.

"C'MERE SAPNAP!"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"C'MERE!"