#he looks so smug ehehehe

[comicake]

Congrats to Nick for figuring out probably the best tactic to motivate Seiji to beat Exton: promising more dates appointments and revealing some secrets

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Leona, Floyd: Feud within the Family

They caught him mid-yawn in the initial art 😭 I SAID THIS TO SOME FRIENDS (not even in a thirsty way, just a casual comment) AND THEY INSTANTLY JUMPED ON ME OTL (if any of them are reading this, yes, I am calling your asses OUT for bullying/j)

I thought the Groovy was of Mufasa, Sarabi, and baby Simba but apparently it’s adult Simba, Nala, and their daughter, Kiara?? 😭 Most animated lions look the same to me, so I never would have caught that… Anyway, L*ona looks absolutely unhinged and super smug there… Bro looks like he’s talking down to someone groveling at his feet for mercy—

A Tale as Old as Time.

"Heeeeeey~"

Leona turned away from the call. Cool, nonchalant—theoretically, anyway.

"Heeey."

He pretended to be absorbed in a stone bust of the King of Beasts. The meddling source of the sound (unfortunately) followed him, much as he tried to shunt it out of his ears.

Leona sighed deeply.

Aaaah, what a pain in the ass. I’m really not in the mood for seafood.

"HEY."

A growl threaded through Floyd’s voice as he stomped over, thrusting his face into Leona’s. The lion beastman groaned. He recognized that fire in Floyd’s eyes all too well.

Determination.

“Quit runnin’ away and fight me already,” Floyd gruffly demanded.

He had been tailing Leona all day, pelting him with the same challenge over and over—alas, to no avail. Now he had the third year boxed in a dark, isolated corner. Floyd gleefully gnashed his teeth, raring to go for a scrap.

He won’t take a regular old ‘no’ for an answer. If it’s come to this then…

He’d lead his pursuer off the beaten path.

“Hmph, how rude,” Leona grunted, at last granting the eel his attention. “Can’t a man appreciate the arts without being accosted? I’d rather not be bothered while I’m in the middle of browsing.”

“You? An art aficionado?” Floyd scoffed in disbelief. “Fat chance, Sea Lion-senpai. You’ve never been into that stuff. It’s not nice to lie to your juniors like that.”

“Then you don’t know me as well as you think you do,” Leona drawled, his voice as smooth as liquid velvet. He took to telling untruths so easily, it was an innate skill. “I’m a prince with refined taste. Can’t you tell I’m over the moon and stars to be at this exhibition?”

Floyd deadpanned. “You look like you’re about to fall asleep standing up just like Jellyfish-chan.”

“Nonsense. I’m absolutely thrilled. In fact, i can hardly contain my excitement. It’s taking every ounce of my energy to not talk my classmates’ ears off about the illustrious history of Sunset Savanna.”

“Yeah? Prove it, then.”

Tch. Should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy. Leona grimaced internally.

He was careful to maintain his relaxed poise as he gestured to the painting that was mounted along the wall. “Take a look at that.”

“Huh, what is it?”

Underneath a cornflower sky and thin, cottony clouds, was a red-maned lion and his lioness. Between them, a mandrill cradled a wide-eyed cub. The composition made it clear: it was a painting of a family.

“One of the great kings of the past,” Leona simpered, irony oozing from his every word, “and one of the great kings of the future, if that furball is anything to go by. The parents must cherish their child a great deal. Spoiled and pampered like that… surely the cub will make for a splendid ruler.”

“Ehehehe~ You sound so salty there, Sea Lion-senpai.” Floyd leaned closer, taunting him. “Reciting sappy stories like that don’t suit you.”

“So I’ve been told.” Leona folded his arms and snorted. When he beheld the painting, disgust and envy curled in the pit of his stomach. “… Reminds me of my brother. His life’s always been one big fairy tale—and now he’s got a wife and a kid of his own.”

“Heh. So Sea Lion-senpai definitely feels like the odd one out.”

Leona glared at his junior. “… You don’t have a lick of tact, do you?”

“Ahahah!” Floyd cackled, all too carefree. “What’re you so mad about? ‘S not a bad thing.”

Leona watched him with a wary eye. Floyd paced lazily, as though he were a lion himself. Stewing in the shade, waiting for his next meal to skitter into his waiting paw.

“Who wants to fit in with family? That’s boring. It’s better to just do what you want and be yourself. Don’t sweat the small stuff.

“I hate it when people say Jade and I are the same or they mix us up. Jade’s Jade and I’m me. Two different people.”

“I’m sure your dear brother would shed a tear hearing you talk like that.”

Floyd just shrugged. “I don’t get it. You wanna be like that? It’d be weird.”

“But it’s not about fitting in,” he wanted to snap. “It’s about wanting to shine, to stand out, to be seen. For that moment out of the shadows and basking in the sun.”

They look at me, but they don’t see me.

They never will.

People played in the daytime while sleeping through the lovely night. In the savanna governed by the sun, shadows were scorned and casted aside.

Leona’s throat dried. The moisture gone, as if hungrily devoured by his King’s Roar.

He forced his voice to come again, snarky and sarcastic.

“Hmph, I never said that. You slimy bunch grew up at the bottom of the sea, where the light cannot touch. I’d think you understand what it’s like clawing and kicking and fighting every day to survive.”

And just barely making it out in one piece.

His hand drifted toward the scar over his left eye.

“… Anyway, I wasn’t askin’ for your advice. You should stick to annoying that octopunk.” Leona smirked. Again, concealing. “Keep it in the ‘family’, you know.”

Floyd stared at him intently. Then he let out a burst of laughter. “You’re a riot, Sea Lion-senpai! I don’t even feel light fighting you anymore. It’s just as fun to shoot the shit with ya.”

“That so? You flatter me. Surely there are better conversationalists in Octavinelle, with all those silver tongues.” Leona made a shooting motion with his hands. “You should run back to your school of fish to compare.”

Another fit of sporadic giggles. When they, at last, died down to an eerie quiet, Floyd’s whisper was as loud as a shout in a cavern.

“At the end of the day… we’re both beings that lurk in the dark~”

Leona grunted. “… Who needs the light anyway?”

Deep down, he knew the truth.

It was him who needed that light the most.

[kayharrisons]

Really fucked it up this time, didn't I my dear? [Bjorn x fem!Reader] [2 of ?] [18+ only!!!!]

How it all began.

A/N: my brain is currently only rotting for this fic atm soooo there might be a lot of chapters for this LMAOOOO onto chapter 2! It's mostly backstory with some smut sprinkled in ehehehe both Bjorn and Reader do QUESTIONABLE THINGSSSSS

Series warnings: unplanned pregnancy, discussions of abortion, eventual childbirth, commitmentphobe Bjorn, possessive Bjorn, talks of morning sickness and other pregnancy symptoms, friends to fwb to something Worse, cheating mentions, some degrading speak, nsfw content such as sex and eventual Alien type scenarios

Part 1

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"We can't keep doing this," you gasp into Bjorn's ear, legs wound tight around his waist as he thrusts deeper and deeper inside of you, his groans a muffled melody against your throat. "It's- oh fuck, right there- wrong and- and unfair to- to-"

What the fuck was your boyfriend's name again?

Bjorn smirks against your skin, salty from sweat, from activity, from-

Well, your best friend plowing your brains out. Again.

It was unhealthy. It was wrong. You couldn't stop.

"I'll stop when you do," he sing songs, nipping against your throat. You swat the back of his head, chiding. He wasn't supposed to leave a visible mark, after all. He growls a curse against your throat, looking up at you through his sweat soaked fringe. "Don't you fuckin' try and tell me what to do, love. We both know that's not how you like it."

You let out a grunt of frustration, because fuck he's right, but it tapers off into a whine as his dick brushes against that sweet spot inside of you.

You fucking hate it when he's right. The smug prick.

But damn, if he doesn't know what he's doing with his dick.

\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

You don't recall how it started, really.

You and Bjorn had always been close, you've been best friends since you were ten, for fucks sake. His home became your second home, his family your family.

Your lives are so intertwined that you can't even begin fathoming trying to figure out where you end and he begins.

Where you went, Bjorn followed. Where he went, you followed. Attached at the hip.

It was perhaps a little co-dependent, how heavily you both relied on one another. But with the way life in Jackson's Star was... well, was it really so bad that you held him near and dear to your heart?

You didn't realise that you were in love with him until you were seventeen, until you brought your boyfriend around to meet your friends.

Everyone had been polite, respectful, had welcomed him with friendly smiles and looted beer.

Not Bjorn, though.

Your best friend had been dead silent, staring daggers at your boyfriend. He hadn't moved from his seat; legs spread apart and arms crossed across his chest, slouching as he glowered through his fringe at the hand wrapped around your waist as if his stare alone would singe it off.

Neither of you were any good at sharing the other. Amongst your inner circle, yeah, sure, couldn't be helped. But to outsiders...

"I don't like him," Bjorn informs you, sullen, as you exit the small bathroom in Tyler's trailer. It had startled you, your eyes darting down the hall.

"He's been nothing but nice-" you stress, and he scoffs.

"Right, yeah, nice. Like staring at Rain's tits is nice? Suprised Tyler's not throttled him yet, might give him a hand-"

"He has not been staring at-" you huff, only to gasp softly when Bjorn backs you towards the bathroom door, your back hitting it with a gentle thud.

"He's not right for ya," he whispers, hoarse, as if the words are blades in his throat. "And he keeps fuckin' touchin' ya all- like he fuckin' owns ya- driving me fuckin' mental it is-"

"Why?" you ask, pleading, eyes wide and searching. "What's it to you, Bjorn?"

He stares at you, a moment, his chest heaving slightly as he tries to breathe, his eyes desperately searching your face.

"Surely you know?" he asks, voice trembling, as if he's restraining himself. "You hafta fuckin' know, love-"

"Know what?" You ask, unable to keep the frustration out of your voice.

He lets out a soft breath, before lurching towards you, grabbing your face in his hands and-

Oh.

Oh.

Bjorn is kissing you.

It's... honestly not the best kiss you've ever had.

Your teeth clack against each others, and he uses way too much tongue. But... it's Bjorn. Your Bjorn.

So you lean in to meet him, fingers tangling in his t-shirt as you slow the pace to be more gentle, to savour it. He slows, matching your pace, one of his warm hands trailing down your face, along your neck, before settling at your waist. His fingers burn through the cotton material of your t-shirt, his grip gentle, yet firm as he pulls you closer.

You hum softly, lightly brushing your tongue against his lips, which he parts to allow you entry. Softly, you brush your tongue against his, your hands firm against his chest as-

"God, the fuck's taking you guys so long?"

Navarro's voice gets you jumping away from each other. You still against the bathroom door, and Bjorn absentmindedly fiddling with the air conditioning knob on the wall.

"She won't let me in for a piss."

"Well maybe you should learn the password." you snip back, rolling your eyes.

Navarro rolls her eyes at you both. "Lemon meringue pie."

You step aside and let her through to the bathroom.

Bjorn gapes. "There was an actual-?"

"You know that's what I always pick." you smirk, and a beat passes, before he returns it. A beat passes, and Bjorn opens his mouth to say... something, before you clear your throat.

"Look um... I'm gonna just..." you gesture to the living room, looking away long enough to not notice his expression shatter.

"Yeah, yeah, off you fuck."

You scoff and roll your eyes, heading back to the living room.

Bjorn scrubs a hand down his face, exhaling shakily. "Fuckin' hell..." and with that, he follows.

\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

It doesn't happen again. Neither of you talk about it, though sometimes, sometimes, you wonder what it would be like to just lean over and press your lips to his again, or to let your hands wander down, down, and down into those pants of his, to see if he has a reason to be as cocky as he always is.

Boyfriends come and go, more often than not scared away by the glower of your best friend.

Until, that is, you're 19, talking about moving in with your boyfriend at the time.

You're hanging out with Bjorn at his place, both of you having caught a matching day off from the mines.

"You suck at this one," you remark, lips twitching as he misses a shot on his game.

"Ah, fuck off," he tuts, slouched in the armchair, legs spread and knee absentmindedly bouncing as his fingers deftly move over the controller.

Your eyes dart over his hands, the long digits moving nimbly over the controller, before focusing your attention back on your datapad.

You both sit in silence for about ten or so minutes, before Bjorn clears his throat. "Whatcha lookin' at anyway? Told you, those datapads have crap porn-"

"Hilarious," you fake laugh, before looking up and meeting his eyes. When had he moved closer? He's now perched on the arm of the couch, peering down at your datapad with crossed arms. Ugh, sleeveless. When did he start building some damn muscle?

"Rent-?" He speaks the word as he sees it, questioning eyes flickering up to your face. "Bunks not doing it for you no more?"

You take a deep breath and steel yourself.

Columbus, your current boyfriend (Bjorn had bitched about how dumb it was to be named after a state from Earth, to your blissful unawareness and Tyler's ever waning patience), was your most serious one yet. He wasn't intimidated by Bjorn, nor your friend group being so small and tight knit. He got along great with everyone... except Bjorn.

It wasn't for a lack of trying on his end, but Bjorn was an immovable wall with a permanent scowl around Col. You'd given up trying to make sure they got along some months ago now.

"Col and I are thinking of moving in together." you say, softly, watching his face.

Bjorn does something you don't quite expect.

He giggles. Giggles as if the very idea is ludicrous, ridiculous.

"You've been going out five fuckin' minutes," he laughs, snatching the datapad from your grasp as he browses the rental properties. Nobody bought anything on Jackson.

"Eight months," you correct with a tired sigh, rubbing your face. "I love him, Bjorn-"

You've fucked up. You can feel it in the air.

Bjorn's eyes snap to yours, something dangerous glinting in them, something you've seen glimpses of, once or twice, when a boy's hand wandered too far or you begged off to go home with a guy.

Neither you nor Bjorn liked sharing, after all.

"Oh, really?" he asks, casually, jaw ticking as he stands, scrolling through the listings Columbus had sent you. "These are all on the other fuckin' side of the colony-" he hisses, eyes snapping to you once again.

"Only some of them-" you argue, and he laughs, bitterly now, tossing the datapad onto the messy coffee table.

"What, fucker thinks he can swoop in and drag you off away from your family? Your friends?" he sneers, hands on the back of his head, rapidly pacing alongside the coffee table.

"It's not dragging, Bjorn," you frown, standing and reaching out, gently removing his hands from his hair. "Look, I love him, and I want to move in with him-"

He laughs again, a wide, disbelieving grin on his face. "Oh, you honestly believe that, do you?"

"Yes!"

In a beat, he's in your space, eye to eye with you. You swallow at the proximity, trying your best to ignore the prickling sensation crawling up and down your spine.

"Alright," he hums, stormy blue eyes damn near black, his pupils engulfing any colour and leaving darkness in their wake. "You look me in the eye then, princess, and tell me you don't want my cock stuffed inside that pretty little cunt of yours."

Your breathing stops, and you stare helplessly at his smug, smug face.

"You think I don't see you watchin' me?" he asks, cocking his head, brows raised. "Don't see you lookin' at me like you want my cock inside'ya? Do your boyfriends know?" he hums, reaching up and tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. "That you fantasise about your best mate's cock stuffing you full? D'ya tell em? Tell em that you got a taste once and you've not stopped thinkin' about it since? Not stopped thinkin' about going beyond a snog-"

"Sounds like you're projecting." you finally say, voice hoarse, as your cunt pulses with want between your legs. He doesn't need to know how right he is. How you've sometimes lain awake at night in your shitty bunk, how you'd slip your hand down your sleep shorts and try to keep quiet as you wondered, as you fantasised all about your best friend fucking you.

"You can't lie to me," he whispers, smirk fading away to something more... tender. "Never could, love. You're so fuckin' bad at it," he murmurs, stepping closer, his warm breath ghosting over your face, prompting you to shudder.

"Fucking hell, Bjorn. We can't-"

"Says who? Only people that decide that are us," he points out, hands reaching up to cup your face, his thumbs brushing back and forth over your cheekbones.

"I have a boyfriend," you whisper, even as your hands come up to rest on his chest, your lower lip catching between your teeth.

"I won't tell if you don't." he breathes, before leaning in and catching your lips with his. He gently untugs your lower lip from your teeth with his own. "C'mon, love," he coos, a hand ghosting down, over your collarbones, across one of your breasts, before sliding down the front of your pants, his fingers deftly unbuttoning them before he slides them underneath the material. He keeps his eyes glued to yours, even as you keen softly, his fingers stroking your warmth over the cotton of your underwear. "It'll just be our little secret, yeah?"

"You..." you moisten your lips, slowly rocking your hips against his hand. "You promise you won't tell?"

"To the grave, love," he grins, nudging his nose against yours. "If that's whatcha want. Shame, though, I think people oughta know just how fuckin' soaked your best mate gets you. Naughty girl, aintcha?" he coos, brushing his lips against yours, before shoving your panties aside to stroke your flesh.

You let out a guttural moan, head tilting back from the feeling of him, the warmth of his long fingers-

"Oh, fuck, Bjorn-"

"Tha'sright," he groans, backing you towards the couch. "Such a good girl, yeah? Gonna make sure that's the only fuckin' name leaving your lips from now on."

You collapse onto the couch, Bjorn hovering above you, propped on one elbow, the other hand still leisurely stroking between your folds. He leans his forehead against yours, exhaling shakily. "D'ya know how long I've thought about this?" he asks, nose nudging against yours, before trailing down your jaw, your neck, until he finds a spot in the junction of your neck and shoulder. "Every time I see those stupid fuckin' blokes of yours touchin' ya, thinkin' they'd treat you half as good as I would," he circles your clit, prompting a cry from you, which he groans at. "Ah, fuck, love, could make a bloke fuckin' cream his shorts when you're soundin' like that."

You giggle softly, softly rocking your pelvis up and down, groaning at the extra stimulation. "You often cum without a girl touching you?"

"Hm, nah, you're special, princess," he grins, nipping at your throat as his fingers rub firmer, tjghter circles. "My best girl, aren'tcha, darlin'? Being so good for me, fuckin' soppin' wet for me and I've barely touched ya. Do your other boyfriends getcha like this, huh?"

"Bjorn," you groan, shaking your head. "I don't wanna..."

"Well, tough, I do," he growls, fingers twitching against your clit. "What's it like with them, then? They get you this fuckin' wet this fast? No, I don't think so. My girl's not a filthy little slut, is she?"

Mutely, you shake your head, crying out at the faster pace his fingers take up against your clit, your hips bucking without any rhyme or reason, your cunt damn near fucking aching with how hard it's throbbing. "No," you whimper, shaking your head. "I'm... 'm not a f-filthy slut."

"Good girl," he groans against your throat, looking up at you, his mouth softly parted, his brow furrowed, his eyes black. "You just needed your best mate, didn'cha? Needed me to come along and give you what those poor other fucks couldn't, right?"

You whine, tangling your fingers in his hair. "M-mhm-" you nod, feverishly. "Needed- fuck, Bjorn, I need your- inside-"

He grins, a tug of the lips at the left corner, and he acquiesces, just not in the way you'd expected. He pushes a finger between your folds, pumping it in and out of your molten core, as you cry out and thrust your pelvis desperately.

"Naughty girl," he whispers, eyes full of nothing but delight at your desperation. He pulls his finger out, before pushing it in with a second one, scissoring his fingers inside of you and gridnding the heel of his palm down against your clit. "What would your stupid fuckin' boyfriend say if he could see you now, huh?" he coos, burying his face in your neck. "If he walked in and saw you underneath me, fuckin' my fingers like a bitch in heat, huh?"

Your cunt clenches around his fingers, your breathing picking up as that delicious ache begins to spark, as your bones begin to ignite and your blood turns molten.

"Bjorn, Bjorn, baby, I'm so fucking close-" you shriek, head pushing back into the couch pillows, eyes squeezed shut tight. "Harder, oh my god, fuck me harder-"

He does so, fingers moving in and out of your cunt with downright pornographic squelches. Your panties and jeans are soaked from your wetness, but you can't bring yourself to feel embarrassed, not with how good he's fucking you with his fingers.

Bjorn kisses up your neck, breathing heavily against your ear. "I think," he murmurs, idly sucking a hickey onto the skin below your ear. Visible, for all to see, staking his claim upon you. "You look fuckin' beautiful with my fingers inside of you. With your best friend's fingers fuckin' your pussy the way it's been beggin' for. Yeah, I bet you look fuckin' gorgeous when you cum 'round em too-"

You cum hard around his fingers with a shriek of his name, your fingers clawing at the back of his neck and your breath nothing more than desperate pants.

Bjorn shudders, pulling his fingers from your cunt, his dark eyes locked on yours as he sucks them into his mouth. You damn near cum again from that sight alone.

"Was fuckin' right, weren't I?"

[that-weeb-in-ur-closet]

"What's My Favorite?"

Pt. ONE. Pt. TWO.

Incl. Smut. Smut. Smut. Smut— uses of the words "Mama", "Pretty babe", etc. Pussy eating, praise ig?, Mommy kink, teasing, it's kinda short, maybe a part four.

Tags. Gojo x Dom!reader, Gojo smut, pussy eating, Sub!Gojo, Jjk smut, F!user, female reader obviously, NSFW!!!!! MDNI!!!!!!!!

Note from the author. I am kinda tired, but I tried kinda hard on this. Someone asked me to do it and ofc I had to, bc I love ya'll sm <3 ENJOY, BITCHEAS AND WEEBS!!!!

"Pleasure you, huh? Switching the roles... I see how it is." Gojo replied, putting his glasses back on and leaning closer to you.

"You might have to show me a few things, mamas... Pretty new to this." He lies, kissing your neck as he pulls you up and closer to the couch.

"Yeah... Like I'd ever—" "Let your body do the talking, eh?" He cuts you off with a smirk, snapping the rim of your shorts before taking them off completely. He clicks his tongue when he sees the wet spot on your panties, looking up at you with adorable puppy eyes and a grin.

"Your body's saying a lot, huh?" He giggles childishly, trying to be all sexy but failing. He digs his nose into your aching and clothed clit, before licking a stripe up and taking them off.

"Damn... looks so pretty for me..." He says, grabbing your hips while he starts to hungrily lick and suck on your sensitive bud, humming in delight when your legs start to shake and he pulls a squeal from your lips. He's a smug little bitch.

"You Luke that?" He says in a breathy way, hands groping your body desperately while he slides his tongue inside your hole, closing his eyes when you start to clench around it.

"D-d— FUCK~ 'Toru... H-hmm... P-please— Don't stop..." You moan out, grabbing his hair with one hand while the other holds you steady on the couch.

He's really good at this... He has your orgasm building fast after what feels like hours, but has only been five or ten minutes. He keeps hungrily licking and sucking, hands sliding to your thighs while he drinks every drop of liquid your cunt makes for him. And just for him.

"H-hmm… Baby~ A-A-Ah— F-f-f-fuck... I-I'm C‐cumm- -ing~" You breathlessly moan, head falling back as you close your eyes.

A sweet and milky substance squirts out and onto his face, which he gasps in happiness when it does. He keeps licking it off your skin and trying to get it off his face, giggling while he lives it off. He has a new addition.

"Wow, Mama... Why haven't you given me this before? Tastes so good, pretty babe." He mumbles into your inner thigh, which makes you want to scream and crumble away.

"You can do it again, y'know... If you want..."

.

.

.

"Or... You could stick it inside me..."

(Ehehehe)

[l0serloki]

Do you have any NSFW headcannons for Peter Maximoff?

Peter Maximoff NSFW Headcanons

CW : SMUT, teasing, dirty talk, mentions of adhd

A/N : I have a little too many NSFW headcanons and it wouldn’t look good all compiled sooo… enjoy these! I could always finish the blurb too.. ehehehe.. Thank you for the request 🫶🏻

Masterlist

I feel like he’s really erratic in his moods. One second he’s half asleep and the next he’s pounced on you asking if you're ‘in the mood’.

Definitely a switch. He wouldn’t mind if you take charge at all. He does get grumpy if you tease though!

Not to bring up THAT scene but.. The vibrating fingers.. He would use that to his advantage. He is so smug about it too.

“Feels good, huh? Your body seems to like my little power.”

Peter is the type of guy to make you a playlist of horny songs and act oblivious.

“What? Babe, they’re so romantic.. We can do that if you want to though.”

The more you get to know Peter the more talkative he gets.. That counts for sex too.

He will not shut up and LOVES dirty talking. He may be awkward at first but he gets into the loop.

You rubbed your eyes as the light poured into the room. Peter’s soft snores mingled with the birds outside as you stretched. You could never get used to waking up to his cute face and messy mop of hair. Your hand rubbed against his cheek as he stirred.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” You smiled as he blinked up at you.

“Morning..” Peter groaned as he turned his head into the pillow. He never really was a huge morning person. His ADHD usually kept him up till the crack of dawn.

You traced patterns in his back as he stretched, preparing himself for the day.

“Babe, I think we should stay in bed. The kids can teach themselves.” Peter’s brown hues met yours in a plea to not move.

“Sure. If you want to go run and tell Professor that!”

Peter’s face fell again, arms wrapping around your frame. He was always extremely clingy in the mornings, attempting to convince you with anything to keep you from getting up. As you attempted to slide out of the sheets his embrace only got tighter. Your leg brushed against him, his hard on painfully obvious. Your eyebrow raised as the two of you made eye contact and a rose dust tinted his cheeks.

“I-I don’t know how that happened. Maybe you need to stay and help me fix it.” Peter stammered and you could only snort.

“Oh yeah? That’s my issue now?”

You moved, his dick brushing against your form and eliciting quite a delectable moan. His hands clawed at you for more pressure, hips thrusting into the air. He looked almost ethereal with how desperate he was. You cooed, moving your hand against the waistband of his boxers.

“Mm.. I guess I could help you. Greedy boy.”

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Feral (18+ ONLY)

Dom!Aaron Hotchner x Switch!Spencer Reid x Switch/Latina!Reader

WC: 1.4k words

Warnings: SMUT (18+ // MINORS DNI), Threesome, Switch fight (wrestling kinda hee hee), cursing, cockwarming, p in v, unprotected sex (do not try at home) edging, brat taming-ish, just pure FILTH!!! Also lmk if I missed anything!

Tags: @montyfandomlove, @reads4hotch, @hausofwhores

A/N: Let me tell you something.... the demons really jumped out of me in this one LMAOOOO I just really couldn't help myself and this has got to be the most COCHINO PUERCO SUCIO THING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN but my god I love it. Short and sweet, but maybe there'll be more hehe. PLS ENJOY LMK UR THOUGHTS EHEHEH

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“Spencer, come on!” You said, exasperated. “You already knew a new episode of my telenovela came out today.”

Spencer hummed as he pretended to be lost in thought, raising the volume of the TV without looking at you. “I don’t recall you mentioning it.”

“I’ve been reminding you all week!”

He shook his head, a cocky smirk pulling at his lips. “Nope, sorry chiquita, doesn’t ring a bell.”

You gaped at him, anger and annoyance flaring inside of you. “You little…”

Without warning, you lunged forward, ripping the remote out of his hand and lifting it up so he couldn’t reach it. 

“Hey, give that back!” He demanded, immediately on you.

You scrambled backwards on the couch as he stretched his arm towards the remote. You gave him a taunting smile before sticking your tongue out at him. He immediately switched tactics, his fingers now moving quickly on your ribcage, where he knew you were most ticklish. You squealed and screeched, still holding the remote up over your head. With your free arm you tried to both cover yourself and retaliate at the same time.

What started out as a tickle fight quickly turned into full on wresting. Both of you were panting and basically snarling as things took a more primal turn; Limbs locked, teeth bared and bodies thrashing. The remote was discarded somewhere on the floor, completely forgotten. 

“Yield,” he said through gritted teeth, keeping one of your arms pinned behind your back. “And maybe I won’t punish you too hard.”

“Never!” You growled, biting his shoulder just hard enough for him to let your arm go. 

You managed to push him onto his back, straddling his hips and pinning his wrists beside his head. His nostrils flared, eyes dark as he stared up at you. His Adam’s apple bobbed at the smug smirk on your face.

“What’s wrong, Spencie?” You cooed in a cruelly saccharine voice. “Usually you’re begging me to bite you harder.”

You leaned more of your weight on him, chest against his and hips rocking ever so slightly as you tauntingly moaned his words back in his ear. “Si mami, dame más. Please, mami… Oh, fuck.”

“Oh, you’re in for it, brat,” he spat, fighting back. 

Aaron emerged from the kitchen, drawn by all the commotion. He put his hands on his hips, as Spencer freed his hands and sat up, arms snaking tightly around you. Spencer’s lips captured yours in a bruising kiss, teeth tugging at your bottom lip. A needy mewl escaped you, betraying just how turned on you actually were.

Aaron sighed, both amused and unimpressed, but also unable to look away. “Alright, you two, party’s over. What’s going on here?”

You and Spencer stopped kissing, looking over at him.

“Reid started it, papi,” you said, batting your eyelashes and pouting in a way that was usually effective on  Aaron.

“I didn’t ask who started it, did I?” He raised an eyebrow. “I guess I need to remind you two how to play nice, huh? Get up.”

At his tone, the two of you untangled from each other and did as told. 

“Color?” He asked.

“Green,” you and Spencer said in unison.

Aaron nodded, gaze switching between the two of you.

“Now strip, both of you,” he ordered, crossing his arms over his chest.

Once more, you and Spencer obeyed, shedding all of your clothes. Hotch noticed the wet spot in your panties, huffing out in amusement.

“Playing rough excites you, doesn’t it?” He tsked in disapproval. “Naughty girl.”

You blushed a little at this, and it was Spencer’s turn to smirk. You could see he was fully erect, precum glistening on the tip of his cock. He really liked wrestling you for dominance, too, whether he admitted it or not. He was good at hiding the fact that he could sometimes be even rougher than Aaron, which drove you crazy in all the right ways.

Aaron stepped closer, his dark eyes glazed over with desire as they roamed over your body.

“Here’s how it’s gonna go – I want you to sit on Reid’s cock, but neither of you are allowed to move. Is this clear?”

You nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Spencer sat on the couch once more, flexing his fingers as he fought the urge to touch himself. You held eye contact with him as you gripped the base of his cock, lining it up with your entrance and slowly sinking down on it. The two of you let out a sigh as he bottomed out, your hands on his shoulders. 

You felt the burning urge to move, your heartbeat in your throat, but you painstakingly held back. You could feel Spencer’s cock twitch inside of you, his hands landing on your hips as your breathing hitched. You looked up at Aaron for further instruction, your pupils blown wide with desire.

“Pretty little gatita just loves being stuffed full of cock, doesn’t she?” Aaron said, sharing a look with Spencer. 

“Only way she knows how to ask for it is by being a brat,” Spencer said, his sentence ending in a grunt.

“Hmm, well, you’re not off the hook yet either, Reid.” Aaron moved to sit on the couch next to the two of you, his slacks already tightening. “In fact, sweetheart, think you can do something for me?”

“Si, papi. Anything,” you breathed.

“Touch yourself. I want you to do it slowly, and don’t move your hips. Neither of you get to come until I say so, understood?”

You let out a small, helpless whimper. Then you nodded, licking two of your fingers before bringing them down to your clit. Your eyes fluttered closed at the first contact, applying some pressure as you began to circle it ever-so-slowly.

“Fuck…” Spencer hissed, looking down at your ministrations, utterly entranced.

“There we go. What a beautiful sight,” Aaron said, leaning forward to place a hand on your throat, fingers squeezing a little. “Can you feel her squeezing around you yet?”

“Y-yes,” Spencer choked out, a low groan spilling from his lips.  

Aaron chuckled. “See how nice it can be when you’re not tearing at each other?”

“So good,” you moaned. “T-thank you, sir.”

His hand moved from your throat to the back of your head, bringing you forth to meet his lips. His tongue tangled with yours, making heat pool low in your belly. You could feel yourself beginning to reach your peak, muscles tensing some.

Sensing this — if Reid’s labored breathing and little grunts were any indication — Aaron pulled back, a devilish sort of glint in his eye.

“You know what? I think I changed my mind,” he started, a wolfish smile on his handsome face. “I want you to come all over his cock. Think you can manage that while keeping still, amor mío?”

You nodded all too eagerly, fingers picking up speed. Spencer inhaled sharply, eyes screwing shut as he tilted his head back. His grip on your hips tightened.

“Fuck…C-can I come too, sir?” He pleaded. 

“Think you’ve learned your lesson?” Aaron prompted.

“Yes, sir. W-we’ll be good now, w-we promise.”

Aaron knew there was a slim chance that either of you were actually going to be fully well behaved after this. He found that he didn’t really mind, though, given that he loved administering punishments like this. Not that he would tell you that, letting you two fall back to old patterns all by yourselves.

“That so?” Aaron hummed in though, considering it for a moment. “Fine, I’ll let you off easy this time. But you have to clean her up after with your tongue.”

And that was all either of you needed to finally tumble over the edge. You cried out, and Spencer tensed beneath you as you clenched him hard. He let out a long groan, hips jerking as he filled you up.

Aaron grabbed you once more and kissed you hungrily, capturing all your sounds. Then, he guided your head towards Spencer’s so you could kiss him, too. You pressed closer to him as you moved to trailing kisses on his perfect jaw, his fingers tracing up and down your spine.

“There we go, that’s what I like to see,” Aaron praised. “Now, why don’t I get you two some water while you take care of her, Reid. Then, you can take care of me, hmm gatita?”

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[ticklish-n-stuff]

Domestic!Chuuya x gn!reader

Like yeah Chuuya might be a part of the mafia or whatever, but in my brain he'd make peak husband malewife material huehehe💖

What can I say? I'm a simp and lee for the ginger man ❤️

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Chuuya x reader (romantic)

Lee: reader

Ler: Chuuya

Warnings: Tickles! Foot tickles!

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You came back home after a long day at work, the only thing in mind is wanting to snuggle up with your husband with a glass of wine.

"Welcome home, honey!" he greeted you at the door, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.

You both sat down on the couch with Chuuya sitting at one end and you lying across with your feet prepped up on his lap. He scrolled through the tv, landing on whatever trashy show you both enjoyed watching.

As you both got engrossed on the show, he softly caressed the tops of your feet absentmindedly, but once he noticed you relaxing to the touch, he decided to take it up a notch and started massaging your feet with more pressure.

"Ahh... that feels good" you said with a satisfied sigh, practically melting into the couch.

"You deserve it, you work too hard" he shot you a soft smile as he kept rubbing.

You swore you could fall asleep right there and then. You felt your eyes growing heaving until his thumb glided down the sole of your foot and you couldn't help but jump at the touch.

"Oh?~".

You knew that tone too well, you didn't even have to look up to know he was wearing that stupid, teasy grin that always managed to fluster the heck out of you "Did that... tickle a bit?~".

"Y-you already know the answer to that!" You spat out in-between stutters, but didn't bother to pull your feet away. It was clear how much joy tickling brought to you and Chuuya found that so endearing, but that didn't stop him from being a 'lil shit, it is Chuuya after all.

"Hmm, do I? I can't seem to remember. Guess I'll just have to see for myself~" he playfully dug his fingers into your arches, causing you to squeal in delight and throw your head back in laughter.

"Chuuya you ahahass!" you clutched your stomach as laughter erupted from your throat, lightly squirming from side to side, but still having fun nonetheless. Not like you'd admit it out loud...

"Insult me all you want but I won't stop~" he grinned cheekily as he tickled all the way from your heels up to your toes.

"Y-you... chibi-chan!!" you said through your giggles. You knew exactly how to provoke him, and it worked.

"Oh that does it!" suddenly he jumped on top of you, making you screech in surprise. Then, he playfully spidered his fingers up and down your sides and all around your belly.

"PFFT! AHAHAHAHAHA!" your laughter grew tenfold as your face practically turned into a tomato. All while squirming like a worm under Chuuya's grasp.

"Call me that again, I dare you" he pretended to be pissed but his goofy grin betrayed any sense of anger.

"EHEHEHE! C-CHIBI CHAN!!!" you said through hysterics, already feeling giddy of what he'd do next.

"Ohoho you asked for it~" he shot you a smug grin as he pulled your shirt up. You already knew where this was going when you saw him leaning his face towards the bare spot.

"W-wait Chuuya not thaHAHAT!!!" an ear-shattering squeal escaped your mouth as Chuuya blew the biggest raspberry he could muster right over your bellybutton.

"Yehehes that!" the ginger teased as he now blew small raspberries scattered all over your belly, making you giggle and squeak like a doofus in love.

After a while longer he eventually let up and before he knew it, you had passed out asleep on the couch. Still wearing an angelic smile on your face. Chuuya looked at you with an endearing grin and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead as he cuddled up next to you, both sleeping contently for the rest of the night.

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I'm gonna go die of shame now (im so lee for Chuuya help), but I hope y'all enjoy nontheless 💖

[mint-yooxgi]

{4} - To Tempt Fate - Yandere!Trickster Deities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Trickster AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Suspense

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Slight focus on Wooyoung & San)

Words: 2,376

Warnings: Minor violence and broken bones mentioned. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Here it is!! The next chapter!! This one sort of demonstrates a bit of the dynamics between the guys and gives hints about their plans for the OC in later chapter eheheh. I’m so excited for you all to see what I have planned. The story is really going to kick off next chapter, just you wait and see! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I do not do tag lists.

Mini Masterlist - Part One - Part Two - Part Three

The sound of a harsh slap echoes throughout the room.

“Oh, please,” the male on his knees grins wildly, head twisted to the side as red begins to bloom on his cheek, “hit me more.”

“We all had a deal, Wooyoung,” sharp eyes narrow down at the trickster held in place by two of his brothers. “A deal which you broke.”

Wooyoung takes the time to spit some blood out of his mouth before turning his head back to stare up at a furious Hongjoong before him.

“Give me a break,” the younger male rolls his eyes. “I know any one of you would have done the exact same as me if given the chance. You’re probably cursing yourself for not doing it sooner.”

Another smack reverberates throughout the space, Wooyoung’s head now turned to the opposite side.

A maniacal laugh escapes the male on his knees, “You of all people should know not to trust in my words.”

“When it concerns us and her, we should be able to have faith you’ll at least restrain yourself for one fucking day.” Seonghwa spits, his arms crossed over his chest as he steps in beside Hongjoong.

Wooyoung huffs dryly, “Like you didn’t almost lunge at Leader when she hung up on him the first time, just to be the one to call her back.”

Seonghwa’s nostrils flare. “At least I can control myself.”

“When you get as close to her as I did today,” the corner of Wooyoung’s lips quirk upwards in a smug grin, “you won’t.”

The sound of bones shattering fills the room, a cry of pain leaving the younger male as he falls to the floor. The glare he sends a particular male that had been holding him in place by his one arm is deadly, pearlescent eyes flashing at deep purple.

“Yeosang, what the fuck?” Wooyoung shouts at the older male, cradling his now crushed hand to his chest.

“Someone had to punish you for touching her.” The male blinks, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I was getting tired of waiting.”

“Yet, you fault me for being impatient.” Wooyoung clicks his tongue, a sharp look held within his gaze. Grimacing, the younger male begins to reset his bones as they begin to heal. “At least I’ve done something with her, which is more than any of you can say.”

“We’ll all get our chance.” Jongho states calmly, leaning against the side wall. “Everything is in place. Our plan won’t fail.”

“We spent enough time planning and making sure things run smoothly,” San huffs, backing away from his brother still sitting on the floor. “It better not fail.”

“It won’t.” Hongjoong hums, turning back around to face the wall of screens they have set up to monitor your whereabouts at all times. “This time around, there is no escape. There is no possible way for her to win these so called games. She has one option, and one option only. She’ll be in our arms soon enough.”

Jongho snorts out a laugh. “And you guys say I’m the sadistic one.”

“None of us need to spill blood in order to kill someone, Jongho.” Seonghwa replies, somewhat bluntly.

“Speak for yourself,” San’s jaw twitches in irritation before turning to the two other males who remain awfully quiet at the opposite side of the room. “What’s up with you two? Nervous about tomorrow?”

The one male simply quirks a brow in response, his shoulders relaxed even as he keeps his arms crossed in front of his chest. The other, who stand directly beside him, lets out a low sigh.

“Are you sure this is going to work? She’s a lot more perceptive than we anticipated.” Though his eyebrow ticks slightly upwards, he hides his minor worry well.

“Are you doubting your own abilities?” Hongjoong spares a brief glance back over his shoulder in the one male’s direction.

“No,” the male sighs. “Only her ability to believe. To trust us.”

“She will,” the other male, slightly taller than his pink haired brother, and sporting red streaks through his own black hair hums. “She doesn’t know all of our names yet, but she will.”

“A fact which we will use to any and every advantage that we can,” Hongjoong turns back to face them all. “I know we all long for the day we hear our names fall from her lips,” a pointed look is sent to Wooyoung as the male finally stands back to his feet, “but, only when she recognizes and acknowledges who we are while looking into our eyes will we be able to bond ourselves to her. If any of you dare try to upset the order we have agreed upon again, I will not be as forgiving.”

This time, there is no hiding the malice in Hongjoong’s gaze as his yellow eyes flash at Wooyoung.

“Yeah, yeah,” Wooyoung waves him off. “We all know you claimed first rights to do so over all of us a long time ago.”

“We didn’t nearly kill each other to establish order for nothing,” San reminds him, arms crossed firmly over his chest.

“You’re last for a reason, Wooyoung,” Jongho reminds him. “You have no one but yourself to blame for that.”

“Mingi cheated!” Wooyoung attempts to defend himself.

“We’re tricksters. It’s in our blood.” Said male rolls his eyes. “If you thought I would play fair just because you’re my brother, you’re delusional. Nothing is off limits when it comes to her.”

A sharp look is sent to him by Hongjoong, Yeosang, and Jongho.

“You know I don’t mean that,” Mingi rolls his eyes.

“We may all be fucked, but at least we can say we’ve never committed such vile acts as to force ourselves upon an unwilling participant.” Seonghwa nods, leaning back against the edge of the console table behind him.

“Exactly,” Mingi agrees. “I meant when it comes to us ensuring we get what we want. Even if it means fooling our idiot brothers in our own competitions.”

“Hey!” Both San and Wooyoung whine at the same time.

“I think that was a more of a general remark than anything,” Yunho chuckles, “but if you thought it was pointed, then by all means, take the blunt of the insult for us all.”

“We’ve already established that we should be able to trust one another when it comes to decisions and deals we make surrounding our beloved.” Yeosang states, rather pointedly. “In terms of how we go about creating and deciding orders of things, especially when there is competition involved concerning who gets to experience specific instances with her first, well… that’s free reign.”

“When we can’t come to a rational decision through discussion, that’s when our own competitions occur.” Hongjoong says, turning back to face the screens and resting his palms on the edge of the console table. He leans forward, golden eyes beginning to shine as they zero in on you walking through the maze again. The corner of his lips twitches upwards as he watches your image intently, fully displayed on the closest screen. “Certain things are unavoidable, like who gets to ‘compete’ with her starting tomorrow once her prep time is up. Other things, like name order, we fought for individually, and it was decided based upon who came out on top.”

“There’s always a chance that despite our established order, she goes against it.” The way Jongho’s eyes flick briefly to the screen you appear on when he says this does not go unnoticed by any.

“She won’t." Hongjoong hums, a crazed grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’ll make damn well sure of that.”

A brief silence settles over all of them as their eyes are drawn to you having come full circle through the maze. They can only watch as you finish connecting the final paths on your little map sketch, eyes twinkling with a sort of fondness that is more apparent in others than in some. However, what they do not expect, is for you to continue through the maze, looping through the proper path once more as if to familiarize yourself with it as much as possible.

You certainly are more thorough and perceptive than any of them could have ever anticipated. A fact which only makes them that much more excited for the games to truly begin.

Yes. They’re correct. You’ll make the perfect addition to their lives. The best part? They’ll be able to perfect your own at the same time.

“Prepare yourselves for tomorrow,” Hongjoong doesn’t even bother to spare them a glance from over his shoulder this time as his gaze remains transfixed on you. "We have work to do.”

The seven males around the room nod, some disappearing right away while others move to exit the room normally. One lingers, waiting for a specific brother to catch up with him as he leaves the room.

As soon as the door slams shut behind them, San is leaning into Wooyoung slightly. The way he eyes his brother is not subtle in the slightest, curiosity lingering in the way his black orbs flash beneath the artificial lights of the hallway.

“So,” he begins, noticing how Wooyoung simply quirks a brow in response. “What was it like?”

Wooyoung smirks. “What was what like, Sannie boy? Seeing her up close and personal for the first time? Hearing her speak to me? Having her finally look me in the eyes? Feeling the warmth of her breath on my lips? You have to be a little more specific than that.”

San smacks the male upside the head rather harshly.

“Ow! The fuck was that for?” Wooyoung rubs the tender spot, ire shining on his face.

“For rubbing it in.” San replies, somewhat grumpily. Then, after a moment of silence in which the elder purses his lips, he mumbles something under his breath.

“What was that?” Wooyoung quirks a brow in amusement, head turned slightly to see San now avoiding his gaze as a slight blush dusts the elder male’s cheeks.

“What did it feel like,” San spares a brief glance out of the corner of his eyes at his brother, blush deepening and becoming all the more apparent as it reaches the tips of his ears, “to finally feel her beneath your touch?”

Wooyoung pauses at the end of the hallway, stunned by his brother’s question. That is, until a subtle, tender smile is pulling at his lips as he raises his now fully healed hand before him. Almost longingly, the male stares down at his palm. Tingles erupt beneath the surface as he recalls the euphoria of having you within his grasp, even if only for a brief, fleeting moment.

“Indescribable.” Wooyoung admits, the word breathless and airy.

San, unsatisfied by Wooyoung’s answer, quirks a brow while huffing. “Try me.”

“You know, we’ve always prided ourselves on our control.” Wooyoung begins, still staring, transfixed, at his hand. “No matter how many of our sacrifices attempted to sway us, whether it be by seduction, bribery, violence, or through empty promises of fame and fortune, we’ve never given in. But her? Her?”

Wooyoung inhales sharply, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment. San just knows that the male is recalling the recent memory of having you so near to him right now.

“Just seeing her so close, even through the bushes, made me want to reveal myself every chance I could get. Holding her in my arms for that briefest of moments in time, I felt my whole body come alive.” Wooyoung finally lifts his gaze to meet his brother’s eyes, and what San sees shining there makes his breath hitch.

Never before have Wooyoung’s eyes been such a pure white. Always, there has been some murkiness to the pearlescent shade shining within his brother’s gaze. Yet, not this time. Almost as if it has been you that has brought out a completely different side to the man standing before him. A side that will always and forever be reserved only for you.

“Whatever you want to describe it as: electricity, fire, euphoric tingles…” Wooyoung goes on to describe, “I felt it all. Our souls were made for hers. Made to always be with her. All that’s left to do is allow them to resonate.”

“We all feel that pull,” San nods his agreement, a soft tugging of his lips upwards in understanding. “After learning about how interested she was in us, we were all drawn to her.”

“Believe me, after you touch her,” Wooyoung exhales a low breath, “it all gets so much worse.”

“'Worse’ how?” San quirks a brow.

“If you thought fighting the urge to run to her and be near her every waking second before was bad,” Wooyoung voices, somewhat knowingly. “Once you’ve established that physical connection, no matter how minor, that longing just grows into a want. A need to be near her all of the time. Right now, I can hardly prevent myself from shaking. From transporting myself back to her and holding her in my arms until I’ve gotten my fix, and even then, I don’t think it would ever be enough.”

“The mere thought of her is all consuming,” Wooyoung’s eyes glaze over, and San just knows the younger male is thinking of you right now. “So, you can only imagine what being in her presence, feeling her skin beneath your own, is like.”

San takes a moment to consider his brother’s words, nodding softly.

“Do you-“ he swallows, “do you think we’ll ever consume her thoughts again just as she consumes ours?”

Wooyoung sends a wistful look off in the direction he can only assume you’re in right now while still traversing the maze. Faintly, he smiles. “I sure hope so.”

San nods along with his brother, the two meeting gazes once more.

“So, prepare yourself for when you meet her,” Wooyoung claps his brother on the shoulder, a teasing grin tugging at the younger male’s lips. “Last thing we need is you slipping up. She certainly is a perceptive one, alright.”

Something within San’s pitch black eyes flash. “I will not fail.”

“No.” Wooyoung’s own eyes flash white. “We won’t.”

[ticklish-kirara]

I would like to see switch wanderer and furina😭😭 they have such similar stories and trauma and would love to see them together

(Ooo, my first! I'll do my best to make a short but good tickle fic thanks so much!!)

The two sat next to each other on the opposite sides of a bench, giving each other glances before blushing and looking away. Furina and Wanderer both had gone through so much, and The Travler knew this they set this little meet-up. After letting out a sigh, Furina scooted closer, talked about herself, and Wanderer reminded silent.

Furina is getting tired if this silent treatment shouted, "Come on, I'm telling you a lot you can at least say something!" Wanderer sighed, crossing his arms and closing eyes. "You are so dramatic!"

Furina pouted "Hmp say something nice!" She poked his sides as he waved his arms."Ehehehe hey!" Furina was just as shocked as he was as Wanderer glared down at her. Furina only smirked back and poked his sides even more. "Ehehehe hey cut that out ahahahah!"

"Awww, you have such a good laugh and smile wouldn't kill you to show it more." Furina gave Wanderer's sides a big squeeze as Wanderer let out a high-pitched yelp."YEEEEE AHAHAHA. How about you, AHAHAHAHA!" He finally retailed, wiggling his fingers just under her arms.

"AHHHHH Ehehehe hey Hahahha cut that out ahaha!" Furina giggled, pulling her arms from Wanderers' ticklish sides as he moved his fingers down to hers "Heheh do you like it when I do this?" He gave a smug look now, squeezing Furina's sides.

Furina let out a laugh that got louder with each Squeeze from Wanderer. "AHHHH AHHHH AHAHAHA AHH AHA I WONT GIVE AHHH AHAH!" Furina exclaimed as she squeezed Wamderes sides once again.

"GAHAHAHAHAH TAKE THIS AHAHAHAHAH," Wanderer laughed but didn't pull back, still squeezing her sides and digging his fingers into then moving them in a circlrular movements.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA, I CAN WIN THIS FIGHT WATCH AHAHAHAHAH!" Furnia had noticed that Wanderers legs climbed onto the bench they sat on, allowing her to reach under his sandle and give his foot a wiggle from his finger. Wamderer pulled back and let a yelp out louder than before

"YEAAAAAHHHAHAHAHAH" He jumped back and quickly hid his feet from Furina, both. catching their breaths. "Don't ever do that again." Wanderer blushed deep red as Furina smiled "Sure so ready to tell me about yourself?"

[mooreaux]

The Gale art with the line addition about being a lady already got me good but the addition of Deidre? Made my day. My week. My year!

Gale with a gnome hits different. Gale expressing gender fluidity with a gnome who calls him pretty? I’ve ASCENDED

ehehehe we are on the same wavelength my dear. Deirdre took one look at Gale when she pulled him out of that sparking rune and went 'that's my wife'

they constantly get into 'academic discussions' about wizardry vs warlock magics that end in Gale frustrated and Deirdre smug in her comfort with her patron. It's been a while since he's spoken with someone who can keep up with him like she can, AND who wishes so very dearly to take care of him. For most of the story, I don't think he really knew what to do with her.

Which was fine, because she knew exactly what to do with him 😜(support and understanding and comfort)

[articdelilah]

Hello may I request a scenario about the princes reaction after being pranked by their s/o. it can be with anyone(if you're planning that there would be multiple suitors) but please add Keith ehehehe

✮ Pranked and Fooled ✮

CW: Emma and Silvio are naked, implied smut?

Hi Anon! Thank you for the request and so sorry about the delay!! I’ve been so busy and I’ve been struggling to keep up with requests but I’m hoping to get all of them done this weekend🕊️🌙

Keith and Silvio

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Within Jade, there was a very bored Princess. The old Belle was so used to all the drama within Rhodolite and teaming up with Clavis that the tranquility of the Jadean Palace was strange. She missed those times of chaos but she never regretted moving to Jade with Keith.

Keith only has a sister who isn’t very social; therefore it was quiet, calm and peaceful. Not like Emma minded but sometimes she needed to cause a bit of mischief.

She then thought of a prank, a prank taught to her by dear old Clavis. It was harmless but the reactions were always priceless (especially Yves’), she couldn’t help but wonder how Keith would react.

Later that day she sat with Keith, his large hand gently holding hers. “Keith,” She said with a smile on her face “Would you like to have a tea party with me?”. The question was random and the offer spontaneous but Keith thought nothing of it, agreeing right away.

The next day Emma couldn’t stay focused as she prepared everything for her prank. She had spent practically the whole day trying to remember everything and Clavis had taught her. She set out the tea party outside under a large tree, waiting for her Prince to arrive.

After a whole 10 minutes, Keith had arrived with flowers in his hands for Emma and a bright smile. She almost felt guilty but nevertheless she offered Keith to try a new recipe she had made. He loved everything and anything sweet, how could he skip on an offer such as that one?

He took the one of the golden brown cupcakes in his hand and took a big bite..

His tawny eyes widened as the taste of the cupcake and horseradish hit his taste buds, the look of disgust on his face was evident even when he tried to smile. The Princess couldn’t help but let a giggle escape as she watched him swallow and smile crookedly at her. The girl had burst into laughter a few seconds prior, small clear tears of joy spilling down her face like raindrops. Her manicured finger lifted to wipe some of the water crystals from her face, only to quickly clutch onto her tummy instead. “Happy April Fools!” She said between fits of laughter yet Keith was too busy drinking the honey tea to answer right away. The taste stuck to his tongue like fur on clothes, “It’s not the 4th” He smiled at last. After all, this was the girl he fell in love with.

Silvio was already suspicious when Emma came to him with a sickly sweet smile on her face, voice as melodic as a bird song as she had requested to shower with him.

Showering with Silvio wasn’t that uncommon, but something about Emma’s act told him she had something planned. Nevertheless, he agreed and waited til night.

When the stars were up in the sky, Emma was already waiting for her fiancé in their shared bathroom. Her naked body sat at the edge on the bathtub, small giggles left her lips as she thought of Silvio’s reaction.

Silvio eventually came, raising a brow at the excited woman before taking off his clothes and stepping into the shower after Emma. Silvio washed Emma’s hair first then her body before letting her lather soap on her hands to wash him.

Emma talked about her boring day, her hands gliding through his hair to wash it. He relaxed as she spoke after the most boring things on earth, completely forgetting about Emma’s smug grin when he stepped inside the shower first.

The water steamed resulting in all the mirrors being foggy. Silvio didn’t particularly have time to look into at any mirror as he was attacked with Emma’s hungry kisses. She had dragged him to bed almost immediately.

(To…SLEEP👀)

Emma was still in bed, the morning breeze blowing through the open windows allowing the sounds of waves crashing against the rocks below. Her [H/C] hair wild and messy and eyes wrinkled as her bubbly giggles filled the large bedroom. Silvio stood infront of the large vanity mirror he bought for Emma when she first moved into the palace, his face a mix of shock, anger and grief. Large veiny hands tangled within light blonde hair a perfect match of Rio’s, even his brows were dyed the atrocious colour. They furrowed deeply at the sound of Emma’s laughter. “Shudd up woman” he grumbled, rolling his ocean blue eyes. “You look very handsome you Tyrant” She spoke at last, getting out of the plush bed and wrapping her hands around his waist.

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[lostusagis]

@jiraipink asked:

Namida remembers how cute Kamui looked that day when she was patting both his and Kagura's heads. Does he like headpats? She was thinking this when watching him clean the dishes for her as she sat on the couch in the living room across from the kitchen. She said she could do it herself, but Kamui insisted and beat her to it. Maybe he noticed how tired she's been lately? Damn it. He's so sweet to her. His spoon stirs her heart in a warm pot of everything nice.

Namida gets up and sneaks on over to him when he finished. Tip-toeing behind him with grabby hands up in the air like an animal about to pounce on it's prey. She knows Kamui has sharp senses to his surroundings, but she still likes to play with him like this now and then. Would he play along and pretend he doesn't know, or turn around with a handsome cocky smile? Either way, Namida glomps him from behind with a cheerful battle cry. "Meooooowwww~!" And bites his cheek, shoulder and neck. Chomp~! ♡ This was similar to the time when she found out his ringtone for her were kittens meowing.

"Eheheh~! Sorry, Mui, I couldn't help myself. Besides, it's payback for all those bites you gave me before!" She was giggling through her words with the most brightest grin only Kamui can bring out of her as she releases him. Just simply being with him makes her so happy. She then graces his way a tender smile and soft gentle eyes. "Thank you for cleaning up for me. It means a lot. What would I do without you?" She shyly leans in on her tippy toes and kisses his forehead, before raising a hand up and pats his head a few times slowly. "Eheheh... Good boy ♡"

Kamui had been pretty distracted internally. It was easy for him to let his guard down like that when around Namida. It's happened a bunch of times. Not like there was any danger when it came to her. Given how he noticed her being tired, he didn't think much about offering to do it. Kamui tended to have more energy than a lot of others anyway. To the point it has annoyed Abuto and his sister.

 He was focused on thinking of possible ways to help Namida feel better, or maybe rent her out a lot as a girlfriend and just let her use it as an opportunity to rest. Would she be upset if he did that? Even if he did really hate her job, he didn't like interfering with it since it was something she chose to do. But maybe it'd be fine if he paid her. He didn't know…. He didn't want her to get mad at him.

 Kamui hadn't even noticed her sneaking up on him up until he felt her attack him with a hug from behind which had him froze. Although, he saw it as pretty harmless and didn't think much of it. At least until she let out her little battle cry and started biting him which left him wide eyed for a second. 

He turned to look at her and the smile she'd give him really made his heart do something that was hard to describe. Kamui couldn't even be mad. He had no reason to, and that face of hers was too adorable to even consider that a possibility.

 The affectionate way she showed her appreciation though, once again caught him off guard. He'd feel heat pour into his cheeks, they were so red. Kamui didn't know why the praise made him so happy.

 It's because of her. It's definitely because of it being her. Anyone else saying or doing that wouldn't feel the same. It'll weird him out if anything. Only she had that privilege. Only Namida

 Kamui was definitely going to get her back for that though.

“You must be pretty pleased huh? Managing to catch me with my guard down and making me all embarrassed like this.” He wasn't used to being on the receiving end of being teased, but Namida managed to get that embarrassment out of him when she wanted to. Kamui would look a little grumpy when pouting. Then he'd grab her wrist and pull her a little closer, before leaning down to kiss her.

“Let's see how red I can make you, and counter your revenge against me.” Kamui says this as if doing so wasn't always his goal when messing with her. There was a smug smirk as he showers her face in nonstop kisses, and then gives her the same treatment she gave him. 

“I have a feeling you really liked when I was biting you. I'm right, aren't I? ♡'' Kamui says before nipping her cheek, 

“You're honestly so cute though when getting playful like that, but it makes me want to bully you more and more.” He'd nip her neck next, only looking more pleased with himself with every passing second.

“You enjoy it though I'm guessing, maybe that's what you wanted me to do when you decided to attack.” Kamui would laugh when deciding to show her mercy and stopped nipping Namida to look at her. 

“Honestly, you were pretty lucky I was lost in thought, otherwise I would've seen that coming from a mile away.” He released the grip he had on her, but at the very least had to steal one more kiss before just smiling at her.

“But since I'm finished with the dishes, maybe we can watch an anime together? I won't bite you anymore don't worry, just…. would it be okay if I laid on your lap?” There was a pleading look in his eyes despite the fact he spent the last few moments being an absolute menace.

 She was the one who started it though.

[the-spam-specialist]

“Sleep Over Where?” Chapter 2 Preview

“Come on now, I made the bed nice and comfy! I even fluffed up the pillows.”

Magolor looked around for a way out of this. He didn’t have a problem with the idea of sharing a bed with Kirby, it actually sounded kinda nice, but the problem was…himself. He knew he tossed and turned in his sleep if his bed was anything to go by when he woke up in the morning. And if he did that while next to Kirby…his friend would never be able to sleep! 

And he refused to be a burden. 

Especially to Kirby. 

“Y-You know what? I think you should have the bed to yourself, it’s your bed after all, and I’ll…I’ll uh…sleep right here!” 

Magolor plopped down right next to the bed. On the floor. This was fine. It was still comfier than anywhere he had settled down in the Void. 

But he already felt his plan falling apart when he heard Kirby jump down onto the floor. So he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. He hated to lie, but desperate times called for desperate measures. 

Kirby walked up next to him, “Magolor, you’re being silly! If you sleep on the floor, you’ll be all sore in the morning.”

“Snore…snore…”

“There’s plenty of room for the both of us in the bed, you won’t be a bother!” 

“Honk shoo, honk shoo…”

Kirby groaned, “Magolooooor!” 

“Snork mimimi…” 

“Mm…fine! If that’s how you’re gonna be-” A mischievous look crawled up onto Kirby’s face, “I’ll have to try something else.”

Magolor broke into a cold sweat under his hood, wondering what that could possibly mean. It turned out that he didn’t have to wait long to find out, as he felt Kirby’s paws skittering over his tummy. 

“Here’s my tickle attack!” 

“EEK?! Wait wait-ahaha! Stop! Ahahaha!” The mage twitched and started flailing his floating hands. He despised the fact he was ticklish. And he despised the fact that Kirby knew even more. He pushed against the puff’s face, “Okay okay okay-ehehehe! No-haha! N-No more!” 

Magolor used his Dimensional Vanish to quickly escape Kirby’s little attack. He reappeared several feet away and he narrowed his eyes at the smug yet satisfied look on Kirby’s face. He certainly lost this round. It looked like he was going to be sleeping in the bed after all. 

[zhongrin]

ehehehe, i'm sure uncle wrio would be very happy to hear that you think he's handsome mom >:3 (now does he get smug about it is the question *eyes* /lh)

YES?? iTS THE LILTED SMIRKS AND THE SIREN EYES AND HE KNOWS ITS EFFECTIVE ON YOU AJFDKJskskSKFDKFDK, now imagine uncle wrio doing that over a cup of tea in his office mweheheh dont mind me being a gremlin

genuinely because i think it's funny considering uncle haitham and cyno are both very intelligent men in their own right and i'm the kind of girl who likes enabling the latter's dad jokes bc he's a goofy dork /aff

geo men smirks >>>>> (no cuz i think bedo and dad are the only two we've seen smirk out of the other geo boys) but anyway, i think i'd call it a form of art when dad was able to create that mortal vessel to walk teyvat and to be fair? he's built like a statue- get it? because he's the lord of geo? and he has statues of the seven across liyue too

"ok grandpa let's get you to bed" AHAHALJFDJFD FR THO i mean a flying noodle dragon is kind of hard to miss when both of you are up there ehehe

lots of syrups and sugar for sure considering how much of a sweet tooth i am-

"oh, but you're sweet enough as it is~"

lyney tryna steal kisses from me again smh /aff

YEE!! im usually the one who drags all four with me (albedo, lyney, cyno and tighnari) for tea parties in our cottage mweeheheh and pretty much! as long as something's sweet, lyney and i will eat it >:D same with bedo

also rose french vanilla sounds good :0

oh he knows i am smitten by his looks and he uses it well. tbh all my hubbies know how much i drool over their physical attributes and uses them to their advantages hsdljfskldjlfjsd

intelligent men are so *dreamy sigh* look. i personally find cyno's jokes hilarious so tbh i will support the violet-cyno comedy duo. al haitham has his soundproof headphones he'll be fine /silly

speaking of geo, i find the geo roster so funny sometimes, like.... you have the girlbosses navia, yun jin, ning, the calm zhongli and bedo.... and then there's itto. hsldfjklsdjf ofc i know he's not all comedic relief and honestly there's an underlying darkness there at play because of his heritage and past and stuff that hyv just glosses over but. it's just so funny to me.

hsuusheflajsld crying cackling

al haitham in the background:

lyney stop intercepting our conversation just for a moment pls /j

sweets >>>>>>>>> i can understand. i'm in pain rn and all i want is sweets sweets sweets sw- "i think that's enough chocolate for you today, wife." "NOOOOOO ૮₍˶ ╥ ‸ ╥ ⑅₎ა "

it's so good!!!! v v flowery and sweet... unfortunately they don't sell it here ;;;

[singsweetmelodies]

i feel like WE ALL KNOW, but i wanna hear you say it anyway

17 and 19 pls 😏

well hello, anon ;D thank you so much for the excellent questions, ehehehe, i am going to enjoy these 😏😍

17. Who's more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately?

yeah, this really is a great one *rubs hands gleefully* and i'm going to give you two answers for it: the pre-relationship and post-getting together versions. i feel like before they get their act together and start dating, it would be charles who goes in for it and makes the move. charles would be the one to pull pierre in by the waist, go for the gap and just kiss him if pierre gives him the slightest hint that the feelings are requited. (in my headcanons, it's always charles who makes the move first. pierre, for all that he is a smug and cocky bastard, also has that insecurity and overthinking, and will insist to himself that charles Can't Possibly Feel The Same until very definitively proven otherwise.)

after they're officially dating/a thing, though, the answer changes 100% to pierre, imo. this is not to say that charles doesn't grab pierre by the waist and kiss him when he feels like they've been apart for too long -- it's just that pierre is usually way more shameless and handsy, and gets there first. (come to think about it, they would probably find some way to make it a competition. IDIOTS (affectionate.) but that's a whole other fic, lmao.) in general, i would say that pierre is more likely to grab charles by the waist and lay one on him, because charles really does just walk around looking like That, and makes it very hard to resist. (and also, WE ALL KNOW pierre loves to grab charles' waist at every opportunity. we know, and who can blame him 😌)

19. How do they feel about PDA?

HA, lol, okay... i feel like they would be the most insufferable couple in the entire world (behind closed doors/with trusted friends, of course.) i mean, even when they're just saying "hi" at the driver's parades, they always have to clasp hands or fist-bump or brush shoulders or make sure they touch somehow. gay or european, huh so i think that, if they were officially dating, they would be even WORSE. even in public, those little "hi" touches would linger for just a second too long. they'd shake hands, then forget what they were doing bcs they were too busy staring into each other's eyes, hopelessly moony-eyed. and when there are no cameras on them/when they're surrounded only by people they trust... omfg. imagine THE worst PDA-crazy couple from back in high school or uni - yeah, the ones who were always standing with their arms wrapped around each other, and stealing kisses, and/or whispering alternately sweet nothings and dirty things into each other's ears. yeah. that'd be them, without a doubt. they would be absolutely unbearable, and i, for one, 10000% support it 😌👌

(obligatory otp asks)

[ballonleastadiumofficial]

@dragon-tailz 📸

The sound of Bede’s sneakers resounded through the stony tunnels of Galar Mine 1, echoing off of walls peppered with glittering gemstones and flickering lanterns. He brushed off his shirt -a light pink button-up patterned with white spots, just like his prized Hatenna’s antenna- before hooking a thumb in the pocket of his lavender jeans. A smug smile spread across his face. Today, he felt confident, refined, and full of potential. And why shouldn’t he? It was the day he would challenge his first gym, after all. With this endorsement came a chance to truly prove himself… prove himself to Grandmum Opal, to the people of Galar, to the world! This battle with Gym Leader Kabu would be the first of many on his mission to show everyone that he was deserving of a place among the elite. He knew it already, of course, but people had a dreadful habit of questioning his claims of high status… eheheh. Well, it couldn’t be helped. It only meant he’d have more than a few teasing “I told you so”s to dish out upon his inevitable coronation as champion~! 

Bede hummed a tune from deep in his chest and fantasized about cheers and confetti and flashing lights as he turned the corner into a wide open cavern. From there, he could see golden sunlight bursting in through the exit tunnel, and his pace quickened with sheer excitement despite himself. That is, until he was abruptly stopped by a sharp snap of manicured fingers right next to his ear. “You. I’m talking to you! Did that wool on your head make it between your ears, or are you ignoring me on purpose?”

Bede tensed and whipped around. Before him stood another trainer where there decidedly wasn't one before. She was about a head shorter than him, with her blue hair tied up in a tight ponytail and thick sunglasses resting on the bridge of her nose. Just who was gallivanting around wearing sunglasses in a cave…? Her shirt was white and lacey, with thin straps and puffy cold shoulder sleeves, and she wore a bright magenta coat emblazoned with Macro Cosmos's logo tied around her waist. Bede did his best to smile pleasantly at her. "Oh, pardon me. Of course I'm not ignoring you on purpose. I suppose I simply found myself in a hurry to reach Turffield… after all, too much dawdling and I'd be depriving the crowd of my grand debut~"

"Sure you're not." venomous sarcasm dripped from this stranger's lips. “But… if you were, I couldn't really blame you, could I? Any trainer with a wishing star on their wrist and an ounce of reason in their skull should realize that they’d better be avoiding me.” She shifted her weight to one leg, absentmindedly twirling a strand of dark blue hair around one finger as she considered him above her sunglasses. Her raised eyebrows conveyed a sense that she was less than impressed. In fact, she was looking at him very much like one would look at a troublesome Blipbug they would like to grind under their heel.

Bede gave an awkward, breathy chuckle. "Oh, dear. You don't believe me. Fine, then." He adopted a wide, confident stance and ran a hand through his curls with no small amount of self satisfaction. "I'm Bede, the challenger endorsed by Gym Leader Opal herself. Consider my earlier transgression rectified and yourself thoroughly un-ignored." The fairy trainer turned to leave, taking a few more steps toward the light outside. "It's been a pleasure meeting you, really, but I'm in quite the hurry. Perhaps we can get more thoroughly acquainted another time?" 

The trainer grabbed Bede by the collar of his shirt. He lurched backward with a yelp and faltered as he was made to meet her gaze. "Don't run away now. Nobody likes a coward." She hissed. Despite being shorter than Bede, she seemed to be larger than him in that moment, like an Arbok that had widened its hood, or… or a Salamence that had spread its vast wings. 

"Excuse me?! Did you Trace a Tauros's Anger Point or something? You WILL let go of me this instant!"

"No way," the trainer's other hand slipped down to Bede's left arm, fiddling with the dynamax band around his wrist "I'll be taking your wishing star before I even consider letting you go."

The pent-up energy Bede had been holding boiled over at the uninvited touch. With a jolt, he gave his assailant a forceful shove, sending her stumbling a few paces back into the cave and forcing her to readjust her glasses on her face. Bede watched her with reproach as she haughtily smoothed out her clothing. “You must be joking. All of this trouble for a dynamax band? When you’ve already got one yourself? How excessive…”

The trainer scoffed. "Are you dumb? Wishing stars are incredibly valuable, and this one in your dynamax band here now belongs to Chairwoman Oleana." She stretched her arms out before casually cracking her knuckles and pulling an ultra ball from her pocket, holding it out to let its polished surface catch the light of the surrounding lamps. “And as the challenger chosen for her exclusive endorsement, I’m here to collect what’s hers. What, did you think touting that old hag's name was going to impress me? You're talking to Wyverlyn, you dolt, right-hand woman of the most important person in the region. If you haven't caught on yet, that makes me way more amazing than you. Now, I can do this nicely, or you can make things hard for me.”

Bede sneered and produced his own great ball, throwing it up with his right hand and catching it with his left in one fluid motion. “Is that so? Shame. I was hoping to spare my pokemon any bothersome scuffles until our gym battle, but I suppose it can’t be helped. Ruffians like you ought to be taught a lesson… and my elite class pokemon are perfect for the role!”

“Grrrrr, go, Silicobra!”

“Ralts, be done with her~!”