#electric hairbrush

[love-fireflysong]

Oh and for those who were wondering/cared about my lost suitcase drama.

It's gone. They fucking lost my bag and I am so upset about that you have no idea.

And now I have to send an email in regards to what was in my bag in the hopes that they either refund my ticket or pay me for cost of what was in the bag.

[beepbopraspberrie111]

hallo Sunday 5/5/24

Rn I’m hyperfixated on the show white collar i started it like one week ago and i am on season 3. My family is fed up with me bc of it bc we only have one tv and i monopolize it. I watched Giro D’italia stage 2 this morning, Tadej is so amazing. I hope he isn’t doing drugs. Géraient Thomasis old but still doing okay. I need to finish my midsummers homework for thursday, but I’m putting that off.

[cutest-bunny-writings]

🙏 thank u for understabding i'm stil sobbing but that's not ut fault

I'm witnessed to many weird ass medical incidents on news broadcasts, newspapers, magazines, YouTube skits from former ER nurses, research papers, etc. to not be at least slightly scared when someone says something that unhinged💀

But of all things to think about puttin' somewhere, pencils??? Like sharpened or unsharpened? How much damage you tryna cause because catheters kill the mood, trust me. (That's a story for wayyyyy later.)

Either way it sounds HORRIFYING😭

And we're reaching the point in certain parts of the med field that we've started printing living tissues but idk how well they can 3D print a new dick💀

[graystevensfeet]

let me share a dream tickle scenario of mine:

I’m in the back seat of a car, my feet propped up on the middle console, one person in each of the front seats. they both lock my ankles in their arms and begin to tickle my feet. I’m unable to move except my upper body thrashing around in the back. then, they slowly peel my socks off by tickling them up and off my soles, letting them hang from my toes until my twitching knocks them off, leaving my feet bare. they drench my soles in oil and switch between using their fingers, electric toothbrushes, and hairbrushes to tickle me. the car is parked far away from anyone driving by and seeing, so I’m completely helpless and forced to endure the tickling for as long as my ticklers decide. knowing that I’m trapped, they make me tell them where it tickles the most (it’s always right underneath my toes, which they know, they just want me to say it), tell me to keep my toes spread and hold them still, and make me tell them I love it and beg for them to keep going (again, they know I love it and want them to keep going, they just want to drive me as crazy as they possibly can). “please tickle my feet,” I say through hysterics. “I love it.” “don’t stop.” “tickle my toes.” “do your worst.” I urge them on because I don’t want it to stop. not until the sun goes down and I’m out of breath and they decide I’ve had enough. I’m thoroughly destroyed and completely out of breath, but it was worth every second of tickling.

I don’t know why I crave this scenario so badly, but I NEED for it to happen to me some day. let me know if anyone wants to help me make my dream come true 🫣 until then, here’s a glimpse into what it looks like.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Gorgeous

kai parker x reader (both 18+!) (shy!virgin!kai)

summary: troubled by his own body, kai's afraid to go all the way with you. that is, until you confess you love him regardless of the way he looks, giving him just the confidence he's needed all along.

tags: friends to lovers, kissing, minor fingering, shy!kai, mentions of child abuse / physical abuse [I can't just write a normal fic, can I?], implied s3lf h4rm, emotional hurt / comfort, confessions, making out, blow jobs, virgin!kai, top / bottom switching, reader is a little freaky, nipple sucking, pet names, aftercare, cuddling

word count: 5.5k

a/n: sooooo... this has been sitting in my wips for over a year. for some reason, i just never posted it. but unfortunately, i have work tomorrow, so i'll be dead as a doornail that evening, and the work i wanted to post isn't done yet, so i'll post this in the meantime. that being said, i think i'm finally starting to get back in the swing of things. i'm still working on requests as well as other stuff, but i'm coming back slowly!

also, if this idea is totally unusual, that's probably why it sat in my drafts for a year. it's a year old fluffy smut with a strange premise. bare with me. 😅

The minute you get back from work, you collapse onto the nearest chair and groan.

“You okay there?”

Looking up, you see Jo and her boyfriend on the couch watching a movie. Oops.

“Sorry. Yeah. Long day. Where is everyone?”

“Our dads went to the flooding company people to try and get that situation covered, and our moms took the kids to the park.”

“My brother too?”

“Your brother, but not mine.”

“Cool,” you give the girl a thumbs up. “Hey Cody.”

Jo’s boyfriend looks over at you, “hey, Y/N.”

“Alright, I’m gonna go shower.”

“Okay!”

You make your way up the stairs slowly, wondering where Kai is. Poking your head in his room, you see he’s not in there, but you don’t hear him anywhere else. Oh well. You’ll find him after your shower, because you really, really need that shower. 

In your room - also the Parker’s guest room - you grab a new set of clothes and your hairbrush, before going into the guest bathroom in the hallway. See, you and the Parkers are neighbors and have become close family friends. Though one night after a really bad storm, your basement flooded, as did several other houses nearby. This is a problem Mr. Parker could easily fix with magic, but considering the electric and flooding companies know your house was one of the ones affected, he can’t do anything without revealing his coven. Instead, your family temporarily moved in with his until the county could fix the issue.

It’s been two weeks, no progress. But you’re not complaining; you get to spend more time with Kai - your best friend who you’ve recently started dating in secret. 

As you’re busy undressing and getting the water ready, you don’t hear Kai come in from outside. The boy stands in the kitchen, staring at nothing in particular.

“Is everyone still out?” He hesitantly asks Jo.

“Yeah. But Y/N came home.”

“Oh. Where is she?”

“Mhm, went upstairs.” Then she snaps her fingers, “oh wait! She said she’s taking a shower. So don’t bother her. Just go to your room and wait for her to come out. Don’t be weird.”

Kai scrunches his nose. As if he’d ever make you uncomfortable on purpose. “Okay, thanks.”

Quietly, he makes his way upstairs. When he hears the water running, he bites his lip. Don’t be weird, Jo had just said. But she doesn’t know how close you two actually are. Swallowing hard, he slowly turns the knob to the bathroom door, trying not to alert Jo to which door he’s opening. Inside, the hot water steams up the mirrors, making it hard to see, but he can vaguely point out your figure through the glass. 

“Y/N?”

You hear him and pop your head out of the door, “Kai! Hi. Come in,” you gesture for him to enter all the way.

He does, then shuts the door just as quietly. “I don’t mean to bug you, I just wanted to make sure you were here. Jo said you were, but…” he shrugs.

“You’re not bugging. Come on, join me.”

“What?”

“In here.”

“But… I’m wearing jeans.”

“Well then take them off, you goof.”

“I-I… um.”

Deciding to give him privacy, you stick your head back in the shower and rinse out the shampoo. The whole time you’re finishing your shower routine, you assume Kai’s going to join you at any time. You haven’t gone that far in your relationship yet, but he is a teenage boy, and he does love kissing you every chance he gets.

You two have done more than kissing, of course, but just haven’t gone all the way. And there’s plenty of reasons for that: too many people in this damn house, someone might walk in, someone might overhear, etc. etc. etc. But aside from the obvious reasons, you can’t help but feel like there’s also reasons that Kai isn’t sharing. 

He likes to spend a lot of your time together practically worshipping your body. His lips and fingers have touched nearly every part of you, but he isn’t too keen on letting you do the same. 

Kai holds you in place with a hand on your neck. His lips are attached right below, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. His other hand’s busy farther down - two fingers pumping in and out of you quickly. You bite your lip hard to not moan as you cum on his hands. He continues to finger fuck you through your orgasm, not letting up until your body stills. Then, he tastes one finger before putting the second in your mouth. You suck on it, eyes trained on him the whole time. 

“My turn. Let me make you feel good, Kai.”

“You are. I like watching you like this.”

“No, I know. But I want to taste you, too. Let me blow you.”

Kai bites his lip as if he’s having an internal debate. “Isn’t this so much better, though?” Before you can say anything else, he kisses you, feeling his hands up and down the sides of your body as he does. “Now let me cuddle you, m’kay? Let me take care of you.”

You’re too overwhelmed in pleasure to fight, and succumb to his open arms. Minutes later, you’re both asleep. 

You don’t pry if he tells you ‘no’ the first time, but of course, you can’t help but wonder why he’s never let you even see his body. 

“Take your shirt off, why am I the only one exposed?” You joke, pulling at the hem.

“Hmph, no, baby, I’m too focused on you,” he says. 

Every time. He won’t even take his bracelets off, let alone any of his clothes. Again, you don’t push him - he’ll take that step when he’s ready - but you really want to pleasure him the same way he does you. And besides, he just has to be hot under there; his face is insanely attractive, arms are strong, and figure is lean. You’re dying to know. 

“Y/N?” His voice snaps you from your thoughts.

“Mhm?”

“I, um, actually nevermind.”

“You okay, angel?”

“Yeah, just…”

Done with your shower, you turn off the water and grab your towel. You would just go out nude despite him there, but you know the air will be cold, so you wrap the blue cloth around your body. “Well now I’m done.” Carefully, you open the door and step off the slippery floor.

In front of you, Kai is standing awkwardly. His jeans are still on, but his shirt is off and folded neatly on the bathroom counter. You gulp the minute you see his body for the first time. As you expected, he’s lean and rather well-toned for someone not allowed out of his house much. His arms have some muscle to them, and you can see several prominent veins close to the surface of his skin. What catches your eye most, however, is the sharp v-line shaping his hips, leading to somewhere still hidden from your sight. “Fuck,” you mutter under your breath.

Kai swallows hard. His eyes are red. You don’t notice the signs of discomfort, though, until a small sigh escapes his lips. 

You narrow your eyes when you hear him. “What's wrong, pumpkin?” Hurrying towards him, you cup the sides of his face. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I hate it.”

“Hate what?”

“Hate my body.”

“What do you mean? You’re gorgeous, Kai.”

“All the ew, all the stupid… everything.”

“What are you talking about? I don’t see anything ‘ew’.”

“Look closer.”

“Are you sure? If you’re uncomfortable, I won’t.”

“Just do it.”

Nervous, you step back to look at him closer. “Oh,” you mutter, suddenly saddened. Discolored skin in shades of green, yellow, and purple. Bruises, new and old. Handprints, whip marks, slaps from an open palm, all fading from red. Then there are the cuts, up and down his arms, some on his stomach, some on his shoulders. Clearly self-inflicted, though the bruises were all clearly marks of abuse. 

“Now you see how ugly I really am.”

“No, no, Kai…” Gently, you run a finger across a row of evidential abuse. He flinches a little and you can’t help the tear that falls from your eyes. “You’re still gorgeous, baby.”

“Hm,” he mutters, shaking his head ‘no’.

“Shh, shh, you’re okay. I promise. You are still beautiful to me. And I still want you, I still want every inch of your body. You don’t have to hide from me. Hey, I have some, too.”

You peel the towel away a bit to expose several cuts along your upper arm. 

He sniffs, “those weren’t there the other day.”

“I know, baby. But yesterday was really hard with my dad, and this was the only way I could think of to cope.”

Kai remembers yesterday. Your dad had forced you to go out with him to visit different universities in the area. By the time you both got back, he was fuming and you were holding back tears. 

“He got pissed at me when I said I didn’t want to go to college. He asked me why I was the family failure, and why I couldn’t be more like him.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s okay. I’m okay, now that I’m back beside you.”

“He’s a dick. Your brother’s a dick.”

“My point is, Kai, that we have a lot of the same scars. You don’t think I’m any less beautiful because of them, so why should you think that about yourself?”

“Because I also have bruises from my fucking dad.”

“That’s not your fault, baby. Your dad is an even bigger dick than mine. And just because you have wounds on your body from his hand doesn’t mean I don’t love you or your body any less.”

Kai freezes, “you love me?”

You then freeze, too. “I, um…” Then you realize that that confession may be exactly what he needs to hear. “Yes. I do love you, Kai.”

Tears that were welling in his eyes are now falling, “why?”

“Why? Why not? Because on top of being absolutely gorgeous, you’re an amazing friend and boyfriend. You’re sweet and gentle and trying your best despite the awful circumstances you’ve been given. You’re always there through the good and bad, and I could never get tired of being with you.”

“Can I admit that I love you, too?”

You smile and nod happily before leaning in quickly to kiss him. Amidst your excitement, your towel falls from your body, and your breasts rub up against his bare chest. Kai lets out a moan at the contact, but then separates from the kiss to cover his mouth with his hand. You just raise your eyebrows at him. 

“Feel good?”

Instead of answering, his hands find your breasts and feel them. His eyes roll back in his head. “So soft,” he mutters.

“Kai?”

“Hm?”

“Does this mean I can see you now?”

“Um, I, n- uh-” he stutters over every word. 

“You know what? It’s okay. Later?”

“Okay.”

“Sounds good. And I hate to say it, but we have to stop,” you pause to pull on your panties and jeans, “because Jo will start getting suspicious soon,” you have to ignore Kai’s pouting face as you put on your bra, “and she doesn’t need to see us like this, because she’ll tell your dad.” Your shirt is on next, “and then my dad. And then you’ll get hurt.” He watches you pull your hair out from under your shirt and flip it to curl around your face, “and you’re not getting hurt on my watch. Okay?”

Kai nods, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, pumpkin.” You two share another kiss before leaving the bathroom. Kai grabs his shirt on the way out, fumbling to put it on, along with his multiple bracelets. “Downstairs? I need some water.”

“Sure.”

The minute you reach the last step, Jo calls out to you, “did Kai find you?”

“Yeah, he’s here.”

“Okay. He came in a little bit after you went up. I told him you were in the shower, but not to bother you. He listened to me, right?”

“He didn’t bother me at all. Was very gentlemanly and waited in his room for me to come out.” You wink at Kai as you lie straight to Jo’s turned face. Luckily, she’s fixated on the movie. 

“Okay, good.”

“I’m just going to get a drink and then we’ll be out of your hair shortly.”

◇◇◇◇

“Y/N, are you sure you don’t want to come with us? It’s a huge festival, it’s a lot of fun,” Mr. Parker asks one more time as he’s halfway out the door. 

You take another glance at the amount of people crowding the doorway: your brother and parents, plus Kai’s parents and all his siblings. Minus him, of course. “I’m sure. I’m not too big on crowds, and I’m kinda tired. Might just see if Kai wants to watch a movie.”

“Okay, but be careful.” Then, Mr. Parker leans closer to whisper in your ear. The gray hairs of his beard lightly touch your skin, making you shiver in fear. “And don’t get too close to him.”

“Noted.”

“We should be back around three-ish, more or less,” your Dad adds. 

“Okay.”

“Don’t leave the house, and certainly don’t let him sneak out,” Mr. Parker piggy-backs off your dad’s comment. Jeez, it’s like they’re long-lost irritating brothers.

“I won’t. He’ll stay here with me.”

“But not too close, becau-”

“I heard it the first time, Dad. I trust Kai enough that we’ll be fine for a couple of hours. Go have fun, okay?” You had to downplay your friendship to make them think you only trusted him a little. If they knew the truth - that you’d trust him with your life - they’d definitely stage an intervention and never let you see each other again. 

“Okay, just making sure. See you later, Y/N.”

“Bye.”

Finally, they leave. It takes ten minutes for nine kids to assemble between two cars, between the Parkers’ van and your parents’ SUV, but they eventually make it work. You can literally hear two kids crying over “having to sit in the back again”, but then you hear your Dad’s voice, “ride with me, if it’s okay with your Dad.” The crying ceases at last, and the cars pull out of the gate. 

“Are they gone yet?” Kai comes downstairs about a minute after they left.

“Just pulled out. What were you doing?”

He swallows, “um.” While struggling to answer, you give him a look. “I’m used to hiding during the van-packing process.”

“Okay,” you answer, not entirely convinced. 

He bites his lip, “okay, that part is true. I do hide when they do that because sometimes someone storms back in to grab something to appease the ones stuck in the back, like a snack or whatever. But, um, what I was actually doing was… trying to,” he pauses, and you let him find the words, “build up the courage to, um… can I just kiss you?”

You’re confused, but you’ll never deny him a kiss. Smile forming on your lips, you close the three foot gap between you two, hands tracing his jawline, capturing his face, while kissing him softly. His hands find your waist, gripping your hips. There’s something different about this kiss than your usual ones. Something more hungry… willing, maybe. Whatever it is, you let him take charge. 

As soon as the shift in control changes, he spins the both of you around so that you’re pressed into the counter, rather than himself, while he kisses you deeper. His lips leave your mouth to trail down your jaw, to your neck, but then he suddenly stops to look up at you. 

“Everything okay?”

“Can we go upstairs?”

“Of course.” You joke, “afraid someone’s gonna walk in?”

He misses your teasing tone and replies bluntly, “no, I wanna fuck you.”

You nearly trip up the first stair, causing you to grab a tight hold of his hand. “What’d you say?”

“Is that okay?”

“I-uh-um- yes, just caught me off guard. What brought it on?”

“You said you loved me. And that you liked my body even with all the scars. And that if I can love yours with scars, you can love mine.”

“I did say that. I meant every word.”

“And so now we’re here alone, and I’m going to act on something I’ve wanted to do a long time ago.” 

You reach the top of the stairs. He has an arm around your back to prevent you from falling, just in case, as he stares into your eyes for hesitancy. You give none. “Then do it.”

Instantly, your back collides with the hallway wall and he kisses you with the same tenacity he did downstairs. Out of habit, your hands find his hair; his, your waist, but he’s a lot more confident now. Slowly, he inches the both of you towards his door. His hand fumbles with the knob, making him frustrated.

“Wish I could just open the stupid thing with magic.”

“If I had magic, I’d let you take it whenever,” you answer, again, with no hesitancy. 

He stops to stare at you. “You would?”

“Mhm. I mean it, Kai, I love you.”

“But the siphoning hurts.”

You shrug, “can’t hurt that bad. I imagine it’d probably actually feel good. At least for me, maybe not other people. Send little tingles all the way down to my-”

He cuts you off with an open mouthed kiss. “Now I really wish you had magic.”

“-and then a part of me would kinda be in your blood, too, right?” You finish the second part of what you wanted to say. 

“Holy fuck, you’re turning me on.”

“Open the door, Kai,” you urge. 

He finally does, but in the second you take to catch a breath, he’s back on you. He takes advantage of your state and slips his tongue in your mouth, no regard for anything but his and your pleasures. You go weak in his arms and let him explore, enjoying the feeling much more than you probably should. Then, he taps on your hips signaling for you to jump. You do, wrapping your legs around his waist. He carries you to the bed, finally, and throws you down rather roughly.

Immediately, panic takes over his face. “Shit, that was way harder than I meant to! You okay?”

You, on the other hand, can’t get a word out because you’re giggling too hard. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” He tries again.

“You’re so hot when you’re all dominant. Well, you’re always hot, but-” and then you continue to giggle. 

Kai relaxes, realizing he didn’t hurt you. “Oh you little-” he climbs on top of you until he’s hovering over your face. Legs tangle together, bodies close but not close enough… You buck your hips. There, now they’re close enough. “You’ve been wanting this,” he observes, fighting back a moan at the contact. 

“Yes, but also, your comfort is my number one priority. It’s much better now, with you enjoying it too, than if we were to try when you weren’t ready.”

“Thank you, princess,” he kisses your nose sweetly. 

“Thank you for trusting me. One thing though.”

“Mhm?”

“Do you trust me right now?”

“Of course.”

“Good.” Without further warning, you grab his wrists and flip him over so that his back is pressed into the bed. It’s the first time you’ve ever been on top of him, and the power makes you giddy. 

“I thought you liked me being dominant?”

“Oh, I do. But I also want to see you writhe under me,” you wink at him. 

Kai gives you a look, and you know he’s going to start fighting any minute now. It’s in his eyes, and you can feel his muscles under you tensing to build up the strength. In the last second before you think he’s going to try and take charge, your hand goes down to the outline forming in his jeans. All fight is immediately gone as soon as you start to feel him. He can’t even fight the moan he’s been holding back since you started making out downstairs. The sound spurs you on and you rub him harder.

“More, princess. Please.”

You move your legs to straddle him, hands going to his belt. “This okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Words, please.”

“What am I, five?”

You cock your head at him. “Words, or no further touching.”

“Princess,” he tries to buck his hips like you did, but you’re holding him down.

“Come on, Malachai.”

“Don’t use that name.”

“Mala-”

“Fine! Yes, please. It’s okay. Please.” You smirk, not expecting the begging, but loving it. “You little sadist.”

That only makes you love it more. Not wasting another second, your hands are undoing his belt. As much as you want to take it slowly, you’re both too excited to drag it out any longer. Besides, just by looking at him, you can see how hard he is, and you know you’re almost soaking your panties with wetness. 

“Wait,” he pants. 

You stop immediately. “You okay?”

“I need… I need. C’mere,” he beckons you forward, and you listen. “Need this off,” he pulls off your shirt. “And this,” next is your bra. The minute it’s off, he loses control and grabs your tits like he did in the bathroom a couple days earlier. Before you know it, he’s fondling one while the other’s in his mouth. 

“If mine is, this is coming off, too.” You make a grab for his shirt. He pauses, tongue still around your nipple. “Is that okay?”

“Yes,” he seems to decide in that instant. 

In order for you to pull the fabric over his head, he has to disconnect his mouth from your breast. But when it’s off, he swallows hard and doesn’t reach for them again.

“Kai… c’mon, pumpkin.” You take his hand to put it back on your body, trying to return that sense of comfort, but he doesn’t grasp your breast again. Sighing, you take it as a moment to get a closer look at his body. The bruises, the scars, everything. A tear escapes your eye, and you lean down to press a kiss to one of the purplish wounds. Then, you start to do that with all of them. From his neck to his hips, you kiss every mark made on his body, whether by his dad’s hand or his own. On the fresher ones, your lips are more gentle, barely there, not wanting to cause him more pain. But on the older ones, you leave multiple kisses, or even lick them with your tongue before kissing. “I meant it, Kai. You’re gorgeous. These marks don’t stop me from loving you.”

Slowly, he makes eye contact with you again. His hands reach out to your face, and when he gets a hold of you, he pulls you in for another deep kiss on his lips. “What did I do to deserve you?” He asks with a tear emerging.

“You don’t have to deserve love, baby.” You kiss his collarbone. 

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Your lips travel to his chest. Giving him a taste of his own medicine, you swirl your tongue around one of his nipples. He moans loudly, arching his back.

“Holy shit, I didn’t know that would feel that good.”

“Can I continue to make you feel things like that?”

“Yes, please. I need it, I need you. Wait, but let me-” he suddenly sticks two fingers into your wet heat, hovering over his own body, and pops them in his mouth. “You taste so good.”

“Are you gonna let me taste you now?”

“Sure. Yes. I meant yes.”

Your eyes warm and you continue to kiss him further down - this time, trailing his v-line. You had noticed the prominent indents the other day, but are now getting to see it up close. He moans again, enticing you more. 

“Princess.”

“I’m working on it.” Finally, you shrug his jeans down and off his body. You can tell he’s fighting the urge to hide his now-bare legs, but you opt to not pay attention to them anyway. Your gaze goes straight to the bulge in his boxers that looks even thicker without his jeans in the way. Mouth watering, you touch him first, enjoying the feeling. 

“Y/N, please. It’s uncomfortable. Too tight.”

Succumbing to his wishes, you tap his hips for him to lift them, then peel back the final confinement. His cock springs out, slapping his stomach in the process. You’re quick to lean forward and lick a stripe from the base to the tip. Kai sinks his head into the pillow, groaning huskily. After pulling his boxers all the way off, you refocus your attention back to the length in front of you. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” you mutter. The praise makes him twitch, and you immediately reach out to grasp him between two of your fingers. “Need to taste.” And then you finally do. You start at the tip, rolling your tongue over the slit counter clockwise, stimulating precum in the process. Some of it leaks into your mouth, straight down your throat, but most of it drips down the side of cock. It doesn’t get far, though, before you move your head to catch it, licking your way from the base to the tip, again. 

A shiver runs through his body. “Feels so good.” Barely audible, but you hear him. 

Positioning your head over him, you prepare to take him fully. To you, it’s a five second break of deep breaths, but to Kai, overwhelmed in pleasure, there’s almost no warning. As soon as you’re ready, you sink your mouth down on him until you get about halfway and your gag reflex kicks in. Cock hitting the back of your throat, you gag around him.

“Y/N, you okay?” He sits up on his elbows, worried he’d accidentally hurt you.

Slowly, you lift your head back up, “I’m good, baby. Just training my throat to take you.”

He swallows so hard that you see his Adam’s apple bob. “Oh, um…” He doesn’t lay back down, opting to watch you instead. 

You don’t mind as you go down for a second time, getting further now. You do it several times, taking more and more of him each time. Your tongue swirls around his length and traces his veins. In fact, there’s one vein in particular that especially makes Kai moan every time you hit it. It’s on the underside of his cock, and you start to pay special attention to it. The rest of his length sits against your face as you focus on it.

Kai doesn’t know if the sight or the feeling is affecting him more. Either way, he feels himself getting close to release. Your mouth is around him, head bobbing up and down rapidly, when he twitches. He whines, resisting the urge to hold your head where he wants. Suddenly, though, you stop and remove your mouth completely. 

“Fuck, wait, I’m about to…”

“I know, pumpkin. Can’t let you do that yet.”

He’s about to ask why, but then sees his answer. In one quick motion, you’re removing your own pants and lining your bodies together. “Ready?”

“Mhm. Yes.”

You smile, grab his cock to hold it upright, then sink your heat down onto him. Kai collapses, elbows no longer supporting him, as pleasure consumes him.

“You okay?”

“Yes, oh- oh god.”

“Can I move? I’ll start slow.”

“Please.”

As promised, you slowly begin to ride his length. Your hands rest on either side of his body and lips are pressed to his chest, leaving hot kisses all over his skin. 

“Let me know if you want to try and take over.”

“Okay.”

When Kai starts to relax, you pick up the pace. Not too fast, but little by little. Soon, his hands find your hips and he helps guide you. His fingers have a tight grip on you, but it only makes you wetter. 

“I think, I wanna… wanna try…”

“Want to be on top, angel?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay. You can just flip us or I can move, what are you feeling?” But the hungry look in his eyes already gives you your answer.

As soon as you nod and grab onto his shoulders, he flips the both of you so that you’re now pressed into the bed. With his usual role re-established, so does his dominance. You open your legs wider to give him more access, and he immediately takes advantage of it. With a lick of his lips, he pushes his cock into you, not stopping until he’s run out of length. 

“Oh my god,” you mutter. 

“Is it too much?”

“No, you’re perfect. Move when you’re ready, mmkay?”

He nods, then copies the way you rode him when he begins to move: arms on your side, head ducked into your chest. His lips attach to your nipples, sucking, and pulling them between his teeth. When he gets a hold of his balance, you feel pressure on your clit, too. 

“Fuck, Kai. You’re so good.”

His body jolts, “say it again.”

“What?”

“Name. Say it again.”

“Kai,” you pant as he quickens pace.

“No one else is home baby, say it louder.”

You had forgotten this fact, actually, but the minute he reminds you, you let yourself go. “Fuck,” you moan, rather loudly, “feels so good, Kai! Fuck. Harder.”

He spreads your legs wider and thrusts harder upon request. Obscene sounds fill the room, mixed with your moans and whimpers.

“Kai,” you pant, “need to hear you, too.”

“I’d rather hear you, Princess.”

“Aw, come on, gorgeous. Nothing turns me on more than men moaning,” you admit. “Need to hear you.”

Previously held-back grunts and groans tumble from his mouth at your confession. When his lips return to your nipple, he makes sure to keep up with your request, sending vibrations throughout your body. 

“I’m close, Kai. So close, so close… don’t stop what you’re doing.”

“I’m getting there, too,” he twitches again. “Come for me, Princess.”

As soon as he asks, your orgasm rips through your body. Loud moans follow, and your eyes roll back in your head. Kai rides you through yours, before pulling out and immediately releasing all over your face and chest. Some drips off your shoulders, down to the bedsheets.

The minute he catches his breath, a worried expression takes over his face, “I’m sorry! I knew I shouldn’t do it inside you, but wasn’t sure where else to. I aimed for your chest and misfired.”

You make direct eye contact with him, then swipe a bunch off your cheek with your finger before sucking it off. “Oh, I’ll never complain about a facial.” You dart your tongue out to the side to gather more. “And don’t worry, I kinda like the taste. How the hell were you a virgin, Kai?! You were amazing the whole way through!”

He blushes, “um, thank you.”

You can’t help but giggle. Only Kai would be sweet enough to thank you for complimenting his sexual ability. Your ex-boyfriend, to whom you had lost your virginity, threw you an, “I know,” when you told him he was good. This little fact just made you love Kai even more. 

Then, as if he couldn’t get more perfect, his next words are, “can I clean you up now, Princess? And then we can cuddle and nap?”

“Of course. Give me a kiss first.”

Kai leans forward and kisses you sweetly. His tongue sweeps over your bottom lip, wetting it gently. 

“Blood,” he comments.

“Hm?”

“There’s blood on your lip.”

You run your own tongue along it, “must’ve bit it in pleasure.”

“I’ll be right back, okay?” He pulls on a loose pair of sweatpants from his drawer, giving you a wink. 

“Okay, darling.”

Two minutes later, Kai returns with a warm rag and a water bottle. First, he cleans the small sore and any remaining blood off your lip, then hands you the bottle. “Drink,” he insists. As you do, he moves the rag over your face and down your neck and chest, cleaning off his drying cum. He rubs your lower body next, easing some of the soreness as well as wiping away your cum. “Anywhere else?”

“No, I’m okay. Do you need anything?”

“Just you,” he sappily replies. 

“Okay, come here then.” Arms wide open, you gather him up and pull him close. You take a hand away for a split-second to pull the blankets over you two, earning a whine before he realizes what you’re doing. As soon as your arm is back around him, he snuggles into your body. “I love you, Kai,” you whisper with your lips against his cheek.

“I love you, too, Princess. Thank you for making me feel like I’m worth something to someone.” 

As much as his words sadden you, they also make you feel warm inside. You’re the one that makes him feel that way, and that’s pretty fucking special. 

“Always, my sweetheart.” You give him a kiss to the cheek, keeping your lips there even afterwards. His heartbeat slows into a comfortable rhythm and breathing evens out, and soon, he’s fast asleep in your arms. 

[katyawooga]

bf!reno hcs bc i'm mentally ill :3

→ fem reader !!! mix of sfw and nsfw

– he's the kind of bf to keep polaroids of your nudes in his wallet and swear up and down they're only for him (every turk has seen your tits by now) ((he brags about you and shows you off constantly))

– speaking of the turks... sure, your bare chest is no secret to them, but none of them actually know your name. you're known as "reno's girl," because he only ever refers to you as 'his girl' at work

– he's dumb and sees stupid shit on the internet and wants to do said stupid shit with you all the time (you may or may not have let him play with your pussy with an ice cube when he literally hands-and-knees begged you to try it)

– acts like he just became your boyfriend that very day, every day. legit bouncing off the walls he's so excited and silly and happy that you're his and he's yours

– cheek kisses are his favourite (to receive and to give) argue w the wall idgaf. he's also a biter, he'll bite your cheeks (face or ass he doesn't care) and he'll nibble anywhere he can

– his fingertips are calloused partially from wearing those fingerless gloves at work, and partially from playing electric guitar on his days off. he used to play a lot more as a teen and he's actually really good (he plays stupid meme-y love songs for you)

– sheds like a fuckin dog, like, there is red hair all over your apartment. his hairbrush is also never clean; it's full of long red hair and he's never even thought of cleaning it

– ^^^ adding onto this, your shower is terminally stained red (even after cleaning it multiple times) from how often he has to re-dye his roots and maintain the colour. he refuses to wash his hair with cold water to keep the colour staying vibrant. he's a turk but he's also a pussy

– the backshots are actually deadly, like... one time you two were so desperate and horny and your back actually cracked while he was fucking you. it didn't hurt or anything, it was just a pop, but it freaked both of you out a little

but ummm yeah i like him a very normal amount!!!!! i promise!!!!!!!!

[vampireimiko]

HI HOW ARE YOU??! I saw that you were allowing requests so how about a fluffy scenario with Neuvillette and fem!reader if possible. I FINISHED BOTH QUEST AND HE SUCH A SWEETHEART💖💖💖💖 that’s all have a nice day/night

Ribbons and Bows

warnings, none !! just spending time with neuvillette and doing his hair 🙈

note, I WANT NEUVILLETTE SO BADDD ☹️

"Though I am not sure why you would want to do this, go ahead," Neuvillette says, his mesmerizing purple eyes with slit pupils fixed on you. With a hairbrush in your hand, your heart races in anticipation, excited and giggly at the prospect of styling his unique hair.

"Yes! Okay okay, come sit down right here for me," you say, leading him to a luxurious chair placed by the window. Sunlight filters through the delicate curtains, casting a gentle glow upon Neuvillette's long white hair, which shimmers like a cascade of moonlight. As he settles into the chair, his elegant demeanor exudes an air of mystery and allure.

You take a moment to appreciate his beauty before focusing on the task at hand. Running your fingers through his silken strands, you feel a slight shiver run down your spine as his hair tickles your skin. Neuvillette's presence is captivating, and you can't help but become completely engrossed in the moment.

"Have you ever done something like this before?" he asks, his voice soft and soothing, like a velvet whisper.

You shake your head, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "No, but I've always wanted to try. Your hair is so unique, and I think I have just the idea to make it even more stunning."

He chuckles, a sound that sends a delightful tingle through the air. "I trust your judgment. Surprise me."

With newfound determination, you begin your task. The hairbrush glides effortlessly through Neuvillette's hair, untangling any knots with a gentle touch. As you work, you can't help but notice how his features soften, his guard lowering with each stroke. It's as if this simple act has created an unspoken bond between you, a connection that transcends words.

During this process of you doing his hair, you and Neuvillette talk about many things. The latest gossip within your friend group, Neuvillette's patience with Furina running thin, and just about anything else really. You two even managed to sneak a few kisses and touches throughout the process.

Hours slip by unnoticed as you carefully weave in delicate blue and purple ribbons, accentuating the natural beauty of his hair. Neuvillette watches you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, his lips curving into a genuine smile that warms your heart.

"Done," you announce, stepping back to admire your handiwork. Neuvillette rises from the chair and gazes at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes widening in astonishment. The ribbons blend seamlessly with his hair, adding a touch of ethereal elegance that enhances his otherworldly charm.

"You look so pretty! Do you like it?" You questioned watching Neuvillette admire your work.

"You've turned me into a work of art," he remarks, his voice tinged with genuine gratitude.

"You were already a masterpiece," you reply softly, meeting his gaze in the mirror. In that moment, the world fades away, leaving only the two of you in a realm of shared intimacy.

As the sun sets outside the window, casting a warm glow over the room, Neuvillette turns to face you. Without a word, he reaches out and takes your hand, his touch sending a spark of electricity through your veins.

"Thank you," he whispers, his eyes locked onto yours, an unspoken promise of more shared moments to come.

"No, thank you baby! I never would've expected you to let me do this." You smiled and stood on your tippy toes to plant a kiss on his cheek.

𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭 😞 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐘 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦 (𝐢𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥) 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 !!

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[bamsara]

Hey! I thought your talk on stream about your go-bag and what's in it was interesting, but I process text better than audio, so I was wondering if you had advice on putting one together? It's fine if you'd rather not! Thanks either way!

Okay! Note that some of these things are gearing up in prep for sudden homelessness or natural disaster (tornados, personally) but some are just generally good things on hand you might need to keep. Also, some tips involve a car, skip those if they dont apply.

You're going to want a backpack or duffle bag with comfortable enough straps that are thick and sturdy enough to hold the weight of everything you are carrying while also keeping you balanced. I got my blue one at a charity give away for students in poverty, those heavy duty school bags for textbooks, but you can thrift the same bags for around $5-$10, at least in my area.

What I have in the front pockets, in smaller ziplock bags:

Ziplock bag of first aid supplies (bandaids, gauze, sterile wipes, ect)

Small hand sanitizer, bottle or wipes.

Baby wipes, water based.

Matches

Small travel deoderant, small travel shampoo, travel hairbrush, and the bare minimal needed for a 'freshed up look' of make up like concealer, mascera, and face wash. Good for spucing up for job interviews if you end up in a situation where you're living out of your car, and can't acsess a full bathroom.

Menustration products. Pack SEVERAL if you are someone who bleeds, or a few if you just want some on hand just in case for someone else you are with.

Mouthwash, toothbrush and toothpaste. If you don't have enough room, opt for mouthwash/toothpaste combo, and just rub it on your teeth.

Self-protection, dependant on what you prefer. I keep pepper spray and a tazor in the car at all times, and in the bag if not out in the console.

Pocket knife and scissors. You never know when you might need to cut something.

If you can get some and they fit in the bag: Gloves meant for gardening. Thick enough to protect you if you go dumpster diving. I have a list of tips of safe and legal dumpster diving here.

What I keep in the main pocket of the bag:

A large gallon ziplock baggy with emergency clothes in it, consisting of: Pants, short sleeve T-shirt, and 3 pairs of underwear/socks. If you can fit it, slip a long-sleeve shirt in there as well. Keep a 'nice shirt' like a button up or something 'nice casual' in there for job interviews.

You're going to want a jacket in your go-bag, but since they can be bulky, it might be best to just leave one in your car. Also good for when you're out somewhere and just get cold suddenly.

RAIN! I have a small one-person umbrella in the side pocket of my bag, and a yellow poncho from walmart in main pocket. I recommend having both, but its fine if you just can fit one.

A bag of COMFY clothes, aside from the intial emergency clothes. For me, I call it the pajamma bag, which just has a pair of sweatpants, T-shirt and fuzzy socks.

FOOD AND WATER. I keep ziplock baggies of non-perishable food in the bag like: granola bars, slim jims, fruit gummies, cans of preserved fruit, ect. You need to pack at least 2 bottles of water. I think I freaked out Twitch stream a little bit when I pulled out 6 bottles of water out of the bag, but I'm telling you: the more water you can carry, the better.

The 'entertainment satchel', which is basically anything that you can do that doesn't require electricity like your phone does that can keep you busy. For me, it's a ziplock bag of a journal/sketchbook with some colored pens. This can be a small book or something.

A sewing kit. One of those travel ones, the tiny tin ones. Comes in handy plenty of times.

A water-tight folder/baggie that will protect legal documents for you. You probably wont keep them in the car, but if you can grab them on your way out, keep them safe in something they can't get damaged in.

A portable battery, a cord for charging your phone and extra wall thingie to plug it into. You can get a decent battery for around 20 bucks on amazon, and your car and public spaces like a library can let you charge your phone.

PETS! If you have a pet with you, PLEASE pack the things needed for them ahead of time in your go-bag. Doggy bags and treats and food and the like. I'm a cat person, so I keep three ziplock baggies: one with treats, a large one with food, and one with cat litter in it. You can usually grab a cardboard box by a dumpster for a make-shift litterbox if need be.

Depending on who you talk to, money may or may not be a smart thing to keep in your bag, but I say keep at least $50 of cash in there for absolute emergencies, if you can afford to store it.

An extra pair of shoes. If they don't fit in the bag, you can store them in the car, or tie them to hang off the bag if you really need them.

Also, not really go-bag related, but I suggest keeping a blanket in your car. If you don't have a car, they make blankets with straps that you can attatch to your backpack, or you can take a long sock or piece of fabric, wrap it around a rolled up blanket, and tie it to your bag. It might not look aesthetic, but it'll be worth it to have it.

Change out the items in your bag every couple months, usually as it starts to get colder or hotter. Currently I'm changing out my stuff from summer items to winter items, like warmer clothes and what not, so I had the bag already near me to show twitch chat. Thanks for everyone that came by Twitch chat and talked by the way, it was fun!

[tortureandtickles]

you know when i say i want to be tortured? i mean REALLY tortured. i don’t want to be able to move an inch. bicep restraints, finger restraints, toes tied back. i want to be completely immobile and vulnerable for you.

i want you to blindfold me so i can’t see what’s about to happen. gag me, so i can’t beg you to stop, and use noise cancelling headphones so all of my senses are gone. i can only focus on the extreme torture you’re putting me through.

i want you to attack ALL of my worst spots, and don’t stop until i go limp. make me pass out, make me cry, make me regret ever letting you tie me up. use different tools to make it worse, hairbrush, electric flosser, fingers, feathers, toothbrush, scalp massager.

i want you to treat me like i’m just a plaything. use me as your entertainment until my mind is broken. i don’t want to remember anything apart from how i’m you’re toy, and i’m never escaping. make me scream from agony.

i am meant to be played with for YOUR satisfaction and my pain.

[theworldsokayestdm]

Alastor as a ler prefers the using the classic tools - feathers, hairbrushes, makeup brushes, etc., because he likes the traditional stuff.

Vox, having to one up him, uses a lot more mechanical stuff - electric toothbrushes, electric flossers, massage guns, etc., because he feels more powerful that way.

Both tool sets are useless, though when Al faces Charlie or Nifty and Vox the other Vees.

[thewildestofeyes]

Got the encouragement from a friend of mine to write a new tickle story. Multi ler (mmf) x reader. Doctor themed

The Clinic: Opening Day

* Beep... beep... beep...*

You slowly stirr awake to the sound of a fant beeping. Your mind is fuzzy and you don't know where you are. The last thing you remember was answering your door and... wait what happened after? Before you get a chance to think any more about it, the door to the room opens and two men walk in. Clad in labcoats and medical masks, you stare at them before instintively trying to move for the first time. Terror fills your heart for a moment, and your adrenaline spikes as you suddenly realize that you've been bound to the very bed you're laying on.

The sudden shock that fills your soul allows your brain to work quickly enough to recognize a few things. First, you're in what appears to be a clinical room. You've been restrained to a hospital bed with your ankles bound to the end and your wrists tied above your head. Looking down you can see that you're wearing a medical gown and stripped of any other clothes. Finally, one of the men begins to speak.

"It appears the test subject is awake..." He says, barely paying attention to the look of terror on your face. "Vital signs look normal. The effects of the auditory knock out tone have completely faded away." You listen with no idea what the man is talking about, only able to watch as he picks up a clipboard. "Right. Let's get started then..." As he writes on a clip board he says your name, causing your blood to freeze. How does he know who you are? Who are these guys? What are they going to do to you? Your mind starts racing with different possibilities before the other man speaks up. "Shhhh... relax. Just comply with us and I assure you... you'll be doing nothing but laugh during this entire affair".

As he speaks, you notice he's putting a wide variety of different tools and items on a nearby table. Feathers, toothbrushes, hairbrushes, paintbrushes, wait... is he going to? Your question is answered suddenly by the buzzing of an electronic toothbrush. Not even having a second to cry out, it's already making contact with your foot, causing a cute flow of giggles to escape your lips. The man with the clipboard mumbles something as the other continues , moving it all over your soft soles before leading it right up to your toes. As your giggles quicken, the man with the clipboard makes more notes with a pleased gleam in his eyes. You wiggle aginst your restraints, feet kicking in place but there's nothing you can do. You're strapped so tightly that the slightest of wiggles is all you can muster as this doctor tickles all over your feet, toes and ankles with this electric toothbrush. As you start feeling comfortable with the level of tickles, the sensations begin to stop. You take this moment to breathe, and are about to ask why this is happening before suddenly a sensation causes a gasp to leave your mouth. Your soles begin to experience the sensation of warm oil coating the soft skin before chaos in the form of a hairbrush wrecks havoc upon your feet letting loose a shriek of laughter. Up, down, and all around, that hairbrush quickly plays your soles like a bow plays a violin, causing the sweet music of your laughter to come flooding from your lips. The man taking notes gives a happy comment of " finally some real results" as your tickler continues using that hairbrush to great effect.

As he tickles you, the man proceeds to let out teases, saying phrases such as " gosh these feet are so ticklish..." and " look at that smile. You must be loving this!", as the other comments on yor reactions to such stimuli. After what seems like an eternity, the tickles stop , giving you plenty of time to catch your breath. You breathe in and out, shivering slightly as you try to ignore the tingling of your now red soles. Already feeling slightly worn out, you can only gaze in horror as the man who was once holding the clipboard now holds a pair of scissors. Before you can register what's happening he takes the tool and slowly cuts your gown in two, starting from the bottom and letting the loud snips fill the room as your only protection effortlessly falls from your body.

"Now onto the rest of the tests" He says with no emotion in his voice. One of his hands begins to slowly spider up your side as the other takes hold of the electric toothbrush. The other man, taking the clipboard for himself takes notes, writing down every moment where the clinical process of tickling every inch of your upper body causes squeals, giggles, laughs and shrieks. Your navel gets a visit by that vibrating menace, and both your belly and hips get plenty of squeezes which cause you to jolt as much as you're able to in such restricting conditions. At some moments, the tools are replaced by soft, teasy feathers, which while they do lessen the ticking, they tease the body and cause the next attack to create a louder squeal of ticklishness

This slow teasing quickly escalates however. As while the soft feathers along your belly drag up to your ribs, a pinky finger gently grazes your armpit. The sudden flinch catches your tickler off guard, interrupting his cheeky teases to look at you with a glimmer in his eyes. Putting the tools down, his bare hands waste no time making their home inside your armpits as his fingers wiggle with little signs of stopping. The laughter leaving your mouth filled the room and only encouraged the doctor to continue his current test. "Looks like we finally found the spot!" The one taking notes said with a chuckle, taking notes quickly before an idea came to his mind. "We should test nails there. I'm calling for the nurse."

Pressing a button on the side of your bed, the two men give you a chance to breathe before a woman clad in a nurse's outfit enters the room. Her nails are well manicured, long and slightly pointed. She looks at you with a visible grin on her face, wiggling her fingers in your direction before letting a few of her nails tease your arch with a sudden spidering. The shiver that follows goes up your leg and sends shockwaves through your body. Such teasing continues as she drags her nails along your entire body, not breaking eye contact for a second. "You found a cute one boys~" The nurse giggles, tickling your inner thighs before letting her nails flutter over your tummy and ribs. "I can't wait to break this one too"

"Please don't break this one yet. We still need more data from them." One mentioned with a sigh. "Regardless, the armpits seen like an effective spot so -" The nurse cut him off. " Relax, I was getting to it. Can't a girl play with her food?" She asks unamused before turning back to you with a sinister smile. "I know what I'm doing, and soon you will too!" Even before she finishes speaking her hands dash into your armpits, those well groomed nails clawing and scratching at your sensative hollows. "Ooh listen to those screams" She exclaims as your cackles fill the room. Somehow this was worse than what the men had been doing. Theirs had been teasy, done to find spots and fluster their "patient." This was pure tickling meant to drive the victim wild. Meant to cause them to lose their minds. The nurse just laughed even as the medical devices around you started going haywire. It was becoming too much!

"That's Enough! One of the men said at last, pulling the nurse back before you had a chance to passout. "We told you it isn't time to break them yet! Look, we got our preliminary findings. They're in no state for more today. We'll come back to them tomorrow for the next tests." Those words echo in you rmind as they leave. Next tests? There was more? The idea terrifies you , but it's no use worrying about it now. It isn't long before the exhaustion from todays events overtakes both brain and body, and soon you sleep , unknowing of what lays ahead.

[lexisecretaccx]

High School Sweethearts pt.13 -Chris Sturniolo

Other parts on my Masterlist!

(Femreader x Chris Sturniolo, TW!, arguing, mentions of trauma, pretty nice at the end tho!)

A/n: sorry I kept y’all waiting but this part is something..

My jaw dropped, “what the fuck.” I gulped.

He steps out from the living room and walks closer to me, I instinctively step back. “What’s wrong sweetie? Can’t your father give you a hug?” He pouts at me and I scoff.

This man abused my mother for most of my life and me for the year before he left. Who does he think he is? And why is he in my house.

I can’t bring myself to form words, all the trauma flooding back to me from seeing him attacking my mother and then taking it out on me, I swallow hardly and no words come out my throat no matter how hard I’m trying to force them out.

“Mom?” I squeak as he comes closer to me, his arms outstretched to try and hug me. My eyes well with tears as i call for my mother. “Derrick..” she holds his arm and he looks at her, “she doesn’t like hugs.” My mom spoke to him and nodded softly, his smile dropped slightly before he nodded and look back at me.

“Sorry kiddo, you miss me?” He asks, looking down at me. I shrug, “use your words y/n.” He smiles falsely, I shake my head. “No.” I whisper, “no what?” He leans down closer to me and I naturally turn my face away from him, not being able to look into his brown eyes that were once so full of anger.

“I didn’t miss you, not at all.” I hiss through my teeth before running up my stairs to my bedroom.

I lay on my bed crying and feeling full of rage, I scream into my pillow before I stand up, needing to take my anger out on something other than myself I walk over to my walls, plastered in pink wallpaper and without thinking I tear the wallpaper off the walls.

I rip it off all the walls, some still stuck on there but the remains are scattered across my floor. My door knocks and opens. I widen my eyes in fear and look to the door, my mother looks around my room in shock, “what have you done?” She whisper yells.

“Why did you let him in our house?” I pull my mother into my room and slam the door behind her, “I thought he wasn’t coming back.” I hold back tears.

“He’s gotten better y/n-” I cut her off, “bullshit.” I say through gritted teeth, my hands shaking from anxiety and anger.. “don’t you remember what he did to you? To us?” I grab her shoulders and shake her.

“He’s not all bad y/n!” She yells. “He’s staying and you have to deal with it.” She looked around my room again, “and tidy this up.” She turns to walk away. “Mom..” I mumble and she looks back at me. “He hurt me, please don’t let him stay.” She sighs, “please mom.” I start to cry and fall to the ground.

“I’m sorry honey, he said he’s changed, he’s been to rehab and he wanted to see you.” She leans down to me and wipes my tears, I flinch and move my face away, “we can be a normal family now.” She smiles at me. “Can I go to Chris’?” I ask, not wanting to be in the same house as that monster.

Her face shifts, “y/n, no. We’re gonna eat dinner together as a happy family.” I scoff, “happy? He fucking beat the shit into you every day, and you call that happy?” I shake my head, “dinners in half hour.” She spoke blankly as she left my room. Leaving me as a crying mess surrounded by crumpled wallpaper.

I stand up and grab a bag, I start shoving clothes in it, underwear, tops, pants. I put my makeup bag and my hairbrush in there, I tiptoe into the bathroom and grab my toothbrush. I grab any other necessities I need, and throw my coat on before opening my window, I look down at the drop.

There’s an electric box I can use to make my jump less dangerous, I make my way into my backyard, avoiding the glass doors where I can see him and my mom talking, causing shivers to attack my back. I climb over my fence into my neighbours yard. I climb over their fence and then I’m out of gardens and on a path that leads into my street.

I walk out onto my street and pass my house, I peek through the window and see my mom walking up the stairs, I start sprinting out of my street as she’s probably going to talk to me.

I exit my street and walk for a while before reaching the entrance of Chris’ street. I take a deep breath in and walk up to his house, knocking on the front door. Nick answers and looks down at me, “shit are you okay?” He asks softly, I shake my head. “Chris?” Nick yells and shortly after I hear his footsteps.

“Hey you..” he stops his happy tone as his face drops, noticing the sadness on my face. “You okay?” He walks up to me and guides me into the house. “I thought you were at Olivers.. did he do something?” He asks angrily, “I’ll fight him if he hurt you I swear to..” I push my finger to his lips and shake my head.

We walk into his room and I shut the door. “Can I stay with you? For a while? If not it’s okay I’ll find someone-” he hugs me, “of course, what happened?” I take in a deep breathe of his cologne and place my bag on the floor.

I fill him in on how Oliver’s sister broke her arm and he had to go to meet them at the hospital and dropped me home, missing out some parts. “My mom wouldn’t let me in and then he was in my house.” I spoke softly as Chris’ arms stay around me comfortingly. “Who’s he?” He replied gently. I gulp, “my dad.” Chris pulls away and looks at me, “after everything he did?”

I nod, “I tried to talk to my mom but she wouldn’t listen because he was ‘better’ but it’s bullshit.” I sigh and lean my head into Chris again, “she said we were gonna eat dinner as a family and I basically had no choice so I ran away.” I wrap my arms around Chris. “Shit.. you’re safe with me okay?” He reassures me and I nod.

“My mom’s cooking food right now if you want to eat with us.” He walks over and picks up some clothes off his floor and throws them in the corner. “Yes please thank you.” I smile at him, everything feels alright when I’m with Chris, it’s like all my sadness melts away and is replaced with good feelings.

His mom calls me down to eat food and I sit next to Chris. Chris had gone downstairs first to tell his mom about me staying, he didn’t tell her everything but I allowed him to tell her some stuff. She looks at me reassuringly, “you can stay as long as you want sweetie.” She smiles at me. “Thank you.” I smile back as I eat the veg on my plate.

“Where’s Matt?” I ask, Nick looks at me, “he’s dragged our dad to go to something, he didn’t explain.” He answers. I nod “oh, okay.”

“How’s Oliver? I heard you went to his house.” Nick spoke again, I lifted my head to him, “he’s fine, his sister broke her arm in dance so that’s why I’m not there right now.” I look at Marylou who has confusion on her face, “Oliver is my childhood best friend, he’s moved back here because his dad sadly passed away.” I say.

“Poor things, next time you see them send them my love, I don’t know them but it’s a hard thing to go through.” Marylou spoke with comfort in her voice like usual. I nod and look back down at my plate.

“Is Oliver into guys?” Chris asks me and I look at him quickly, “what?” I tilt my head in confusion, and laugh lightly. Chris looks over at Nick quickly then back at me, “Is he.. you know… gay?” Chris has a serious face. I remember back to when he tried to kiss me, if that is what Oliver tried to do.

“I’m not sure, maybe?” I say, not knowing. “You’d have to ask him.” I look at Nick, whose face has reddened.

We finish eating and I help Marylou clean up. I look at Chris and Nick who are talking between themselves, “can you ask her to ask him?” I hear Nick whisper and I smile to myself, Nick likes Oliver?

I finish cleaning up with Marylou and she thanks me and hugs me tightly, I take a second before I hug her back. I return to Chris’ room with him and I lay on the bed. “Should I call Oliver and ask him?” I say as Chris goes to open his mouth, “how did you know what I was gonna ask?” He looks at me in shock.

I giggle, “Teach Nick to whisper quieter.” I smile and open Oliver’s contact before calling him, “he might still be in the hospital with-” he answers as I’m talking, “hey Oliver, I have a quick question.” I say, smirking at Chris. “Go for it.” He replies from the other side of the phone. “This is a weird question I know but..” I take a breath in, “are you at all interested in men?”

“Uh..” he spoke, I hear a door close from the other side of the phone, “why?” He whispers. “I’m just wondering, I won’t judge you if you are.” I smile and Chris gets up and mimes, “I’ll let you two talk” before leaving the room.

“I mean.. I don’t really want to tell anyone this but, I am,” he sighs, “but I like women too, Im bisexual.” I sit up. “Really? That’s nothing to be embarrassed about, did you know Nicks gay?” I say. “Really? I didn’t know, the only people who really know about me are my family, you and two of my old friends.” He spoke excitedly. I chuckle, “you should hit up Nick, I heard he thought you were attractive.” “Okay! Give me his number.” Oliver spoke, a happy tone in his voice.

“Okay, are you still at the hospital, is Lacey okay?” I ask, “yeah still at the hospital, she’s okay though thank you, I got to go now though but I’ll talk to you soon.” He said. “Okay no worries.” I hang up and text him Nicks number.

I walk downstairs, “Nickkkk..” I say in an enthusiastic tone, “yeah?” He asks from his sitting position on the couch, “expect a text from Oliver.” I smile and motion Chris to come back upstairs, Nick’s face lights up as I walk upstairs and into Chris’ room.

A/n: Y/n’s dad needs to go to hell like.. But who’s excited for Nick and Oliver😏 sorry I kept y’all waiting! My writing schedule is gonna be a bit more messed up because I got a lot of plans and stuff this upcoming week but i love y’all!!❤️

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[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

The Purple Sign. Part I

Self-Aware! Sigma x GN! Reader

Description: There is a purple sign on your bedroom's door. Part I

A/N: Another series. Just want to write hurt/comfort short fics.

Hurt/Comfort. Sigma pampering.

Warning: English is my second language

There is a purple sign on your bedroom door. You take a moment to gather your thoughts and walk into your room. You find Sigma laying on your bed. He is laying face down, gripping sheets. Your bed is a mess. But, it doesn't bother you at all.

You are more worried about Sigma. He looked awful.

His hair is a mess. While it is hard to do, he tries to keep it nice and neat. So, seeing his hair tangled is concerning. Sigma looked exhausted. He was shaking. And he is clutching the sheets so hard that his knuckles turned white.

You need to act right now.

First thing. You turned off the normal light and turned on special lamps, that were installed in your room. Now the room was filled with purple light.

Sigma was still shaking. But, his grip on sheets became loose.

Second thing. You closed the door behind you. With the purple sigh on the door, your other friends won't bother you. Then you moved to the window and closed the curtains.

Sigma was still shaking.

Third thing. You slowly approach one of the shelves you have. An emergency shelf. Not with clothes or books. But with things for that occasion and sixty-seven drawers. You took an electric kettle, bottle of water and few blankets from "For everyone" drawer. Then poured water into the electric kettle and plugged it in. Then you opened a drawer with Sigma's name on it.

Hairbrush. A bag of cookies. Some good tea. Mug. Saucer. Paper handkerchiefs. And a comfortable, soft oversized shirt and pants.

The electric kettle finished boiling water. You are ready to begin.

You poured hot water in a mug with tea bags. Then, you add some cookies on the saucer. You carefully put dishes on a bedside table.

Sigma stopped shaking, but he looked very tense.

You squatted down in front of the bed and brought your face close to Sigma's ear. You take his hand in yours. Your voice is clear, but quiet.

"Want to change in something more comfortable?"

One squeeze. 'Yes'

"Need my help changing?"

Two squeezes. 'No'

"Need help to get up?"

One squeeze. Then whisper.

"Don't want to see my reflection. No bathroom."

You nodded and kissed his temple.

"Do you want me to stay?"

Immediately, Sigma put an arm around your shoulders.

'Stay'

You helped him to stand up. He was clutching to you for dear life. Soon Sigma was standing on his feet.

An oversized shirt and pants were waiting for him on one of the chairs.

While Sigma was changing, you straighten the sheets. Then you grab a bean bag chair from the corner of your room. You sat on the edge of the bed, a bean bag chair was on the floor, right before you.

Sigma, now dressed in comfy clothes, looked at you. His grayish eyes were red from tears.

You silently point at a mug with tea, cookies, paper handkerchiefs, hairbrush and bean bag chair. Sigma nodded and, after taking the mug and saucer, plopped down on the bean bag.

You take the brush and start brushing his hair, while Sigma was enjoying his tea and cookies.

Liliak strand. White strand. Liliak strand. White strand. Liliak. White. Careful and slow. At that moment, Sigma was the most important and precious person in this world.

After some time, to brush strokes were added forehead kisses and words.

brush

"You are not alone"

kiss

brush

"I am with you"

kiss

brush

"Thank you for been in my life"

kiss

brush

"Thank you for understanding me"

kiss

brush

"You are a great person, Sigma"

kiss

brush

For fifteen minutes, you were brushing Sigma's hair. For fifteen minutes, you were talking to him. Of how good of a person he was. Of how good of a human being he was. You were telling the real truth.

Then it was his turn. His hands were gripping yours. And you were silent.

When Sigma finished talking. You start talking instead.

More reassuring. More kindness. More love.

Then you spent ten minutes caressing his face, kissing away stray teardrops from time to time.

You fall asleep in one bed. Under the softest blankets. You were hugging Sigma. He curled by your side, hiding his face in your chest. You scratch his head, making him relaxed.

Soon, Sigma fall asleep in your arms.

The Purple Sign means, 'I feel bad. I feel down. I don't think I am human.'

By seeing this sign, you knew, that in your room you will find a person in need. Person, who need some pampering. Some reassurance.

And you will make sure, that all of your friends and family will get all the pampering and reassurance they deserved.

[athenaareia]

okay so i know pjo is kids' series, so it's a lot more censored but but but.

demigods aren't human right? not fully. they're half greek god. and we know what they're like in the stories. skewed morals, inhumanly beautiful, outrageously powerful... so. get this

aphrodite kids that make anyone attracted to them just by walking past (this goes for all demigods, but aphrodite kids more than most). aphrodite kids who can make people temporarily fall in love with someone/something. demeter kids who can cause all vegetation and plant life around or near them simply die when they're angry (the persephone story). hades kids that are more shadow than flesh. zeus kids that have electricity and lightning coursing under their skin all the time. poseidon kids with shark teeth and occasional mermaid features like scales. apollo kids that can glow so brightly that they can literally burn people (sometimes to death). dionysus kids that can and will make monsters and other people just... go mad. hephaestus kids that are a little fire immune, almost always strong as fuck (scrawny or not). athena and hephaestus kids that can plan and build things within a few hours. and so on.

and and and, every demigod's eyes are a little weird. like obviously, they often get a lot of features from the godly parents, but one constant is the eyes. you look into their eyes and it's like: nope. does not seem human. sometimes, when they're very angry or they're using a lot of their power, they just... go pupilless. for ares kids, for example, their eyes turn fully red and almost kind of look like they're about to leak blood. for apollo kids, they turn fully gold. for dionysus kids, it's purple, and so on.

and even their morals are occasionally weird. like obviously they know they have to operate on human standards but they don't get why. at camp or in terms of monsters, they don't follow human principles at all. like. why should they. one aphrodite kid makes someone fall in love with their hairbrush for four days because of a passing comment and chiron is just "*sigh* here we go again" and "no we do not do that emily". another dionysus kid just makes a couple monsters go so mad they start eating themselves/each other and doesn't even lose a lot of sleep over it and their dad is all "well done kiddo". yk. all that.

let my demigod babies be eldritch babies. please.

[waywardducks]

Batman: *Walking into the manor after a day out doing Brucie things* What the-?

Damien: *hands over his ears, covered in glitter* Father, thank the Pit! You are home! Please stop them! They've been at this for two hours now.

Stephanie: *singing her heart out under a disco ball* Danger and dance! Clapping the hands

Dick: *swinging on said disco ball* ELECTRIC ELECTRIC

Tim: *sitting on Batcow (why is the cow in the house?) * When we’re out in this space! On the planet of the-

Jason: *with a hairbrush as a microphone, He’s also covered in glitter* BASS— Life, it never die

Duke: *not doing anything bad, just chilling* Women are my favorite guy.

Batman: *eye twitching, feeling his hair turn grey* Which TikTok trend is this?

Bonus-

*Later after everything’s been clean up.*

Batman: *in the cave doing casework.* tell the world, stop the war.

Batman:

Batman: Fuck

[lucie-has-dreams]

Tickle Idea; Cop & Criminal

First post, excuse my bad explaining. I just had this idea in the middle of the night ;-;

the ler plays as a cop, and the lee is the criminal. The lee has to convince the ler that they are innocent, hands tied behind their back and feet tied together. They get 1 minute and 30 seconds. if they can't convince the ler that they are innocent they get tickled for ____ amount of time (decided by ler and lee). They'll have a jar of scenarios, randomly picked. Example; the lee is framed of robbing a bank, and has a minute and a half to convince the cop that they are innocent, if they fail it results with tickles. The lee will draw from bucket or hat with scenarios and the card will say a scenario and if they did it or not, example; "robbed a bank: GUILTY" or "Robbed a bank: INNOCENT". Either way they'll have to convince them that they are innocent. If they fail to convince the ler the ler will get to draw from a separate bucket or hat with different tools, such as, oil, feathers, electric toothbrush, hairbrush, comb, etc. and tickle wherever they want for the decided amount of time the lee and ler have chosen :)