#i like flinched aahhh

[highdefhoetry]

tipsy invitation.

cw: nsfw!! gentle femdom, bondage, oral sex/blowjobs, mild sensation play/tickling

summary: inspired by rafayel's veiled whispers five star memory. things get a little steamy after the two of you break open the red wine.

word count: 1508

The faint sound of rustling of ribbons and soft, quiet grunts echo through the empty house as you stand before Rafayel. The lights are dim. The atmosphere is set. Your head is still spinning from the red wine you had an hour or so ago, but not enough to take you away from this moment. 

You weren’t sure if the red ribbons would hold out or if Rafayel would break free as soon as you finished tying the knots, but as you stood there admiring your handiwork, you saw how they held tight despite his constant wiggling. The chair he’s sitting on shakes a bit, but for the most part it looks like he really can’t get out of it. His playful expression slowly turns to one of slight panic, his cocky demeanor slowly falling away.

“You haven’t even started unwrapping me. Am I just gonna be thrown away like that?” he whines, pulling his arms a bit as he leans forward. You can tell he’s still trying to keep up his unshakeable facade, but you could see right through him. You were going to strip him of every layer, until he had no choice but to sit in front of you bare and vulnerable.

You lean forward and rest your hands on his knees.

“On the contrary. I’m going to take my time unwrapping you.”

Your fingers undo the buttons on his shirt, exposing his soft, pale skin. You trace the tips of your nails along his collar bones, causing him to shudder and gasp.

“...h…hey…”

He’s trying hard not to react, but you know this is his weak spot. His ears grow redder and redder, his expression becoming more strained and desperate. The corners of your lips curl up as you speak.

“What’s wrong? I’m giving you the attention you wanted, right?”

He stifles another sound, barely holding it together. All that talk, just for him to crumble at one touch. He was an absolute treasure. One you were going to plunder.

“This isn’t… what I had in mind…”

“Too bad,” you sing, grabbing the rose sitting prettily beside his chair. “You don’t really have a choice now, do you?”

You brush the soft red petals against his ear, just teasing him a bit to remind him of his current helplessness. He gasps again and flinches away.

“...You’re good at catching people off guard.”

You giggle in response, then brush the flower against his bare collarbone. This time he actually shrieks.

“(Y/N)!”

“Yes…?”

“...Can’t you be more gentle?” he whines, pouting ever so cutely. It almost makes you want to show mercy. Almost.

“I’m being as gentle as I can,” you paint a trail from his collarbone to his neck, then back around his ears. “You’re just too sensitive.”

“Aahhh… nnngh… hngrh!”

Rafayel has been reduced to pained grunts and breathy whimpers. Seeing him get all flustered from such a light touch stirs something inside you, something feral. You discard the rose, wanting to feel him with your own hands. Within seconds you’re straddling his lap, your ass resting on the tops of his thighs while your arms drape over his shoulders.

“Poor little fishy. Already so flustered and worked up.”

“As if…” he chuckles. “It’ll take a lot more than that to break me.” 

His brattiness seems to have made its comeback in full force. He mirrors your smirk, a small glint of mischief in his eyes. Clearly you’d gone too easy on him.

You take his chin in hand, gently pulling it up while running your thumb across his bottom lip.

“Good. Because I want to play with you for a long, long time.”

You start to grind against his hips, feeling a certain stiffness beneath you. His low grunts turn to soft moans as you press against him, moving forward and back in a steady rhythm. You push your thumb into his mouth and moan from the softness of his lips and tongue. He sucks it obediently for a few seconds before you pull it out. 

“I’m very pleased with this new toy of mine,” you say, lacing your fingers in his hair. “He’s exactly what I wanted.”

“Are you sure you’re satisfied?” he whispers in between breathy gasps. “If needed, you could do a slow, thorough inspection. Make sure everything’s functioning the way it should.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You don’t wait for him to answer. Your hands suddenly grasp fistfuls of his hair, gently yank his head to one side. He gasps, then lets out a small yelp when your lips press against his neck. His skin feels warm, its reddish tone matching the blush on his face and ears. You start off slow, simply kissing the sensitive bare skin, then when you think he’s gotten used to it, you begin sucking and licking with as much softness as you can muster. The whimpers and cries coming out of him are to die for. He moans in falsetto, splutters out half-formed sentences in between sharp, hitched breaths.

“...Aahhh! (Y/N), please… ohhh…”

You drink in his sweet, tittered noises until you’ve had your fill. When you finally pull away, you see a flurry of pink and red lip-shaped marks on his neck where your lips had been. 

“Oh, dear. This won’t do,” you coo as you stroke each mark with your fingers, making him shudder a bit more. “I suppose I won’t be able to return you now.”

“Urgh…” he twitches at every touch, trembling as he tries his best to keep his composure. He’s breathing heavily, his brow and bangs are damp with sweat. When his eyes dart away from yours, you grab his jaw once more and use a bit more force to bring his gaze back to you. His wide, sparkling eyes stare back at you with an amalgamation of emotion. Anticipation. Adoration. Maybe even a hint of fear. 

“I’ve heard there is a very special feature with this kind of toy,” you whisper, leaning forward to press your lips against his chest. “Shall I do some exploring and find out for myself?”

He can only respond with fluttered moans as you kiss down his chest, lingering on his soft stomach. His muscles twitch as you kiss each of his defined abs, and his hips start thrusting the closer you get to his belt. You slide off his lap and crouch down in front of him, staring at the present waiting for you between his legs. Feeling bold, you undo his belt and zipper, giving him a chance to protest. He never does. You tug at his waistband, pulling it down as much as you can, revealing the white boxers under his pants. His dick pulses and throbs beneath the white cotton.

You start off with just one finger. There’s a small, clear stain already, and you smother the urge to tease him about it. Rubbing the tip of his member forces out more strained moans; you feel him throb harder and push himself upwards, as if begging for more. 

There’s a slit in the middle of his boxers, perfect for sneaking your hand inside. You grab his shaft, smile when he lets out a desperate cry before leaning forward to take him in. Your lips envelop the tip, suck gently while his whimpers increase in volume. You wait until you hear him beg to continue.

“Come on…” he groans. Your hand tightens slightly around his shaft.

“You know the magic words,” you tease, licking the length of his cock from balls to tip.

“Hngrh…p…please…”

“Please, what?”

His frustration grows. You can tell he’s nearing his breaking point. His face is crimson red, his eyes are squeezed shut, his muscles tensed against his ribboned bonds.

“Please… keep going…”

You kiss his cock and praise his efforts.

“Good boy.”

With that, you take him into your mouth, sucking him in a steady motion while your tongue dances around his dick. His moans are loud and airy, like a beautiful siren’s song luring you to demise. You start to lose yourself in the act.

It doesn’t take long for him to finish. Maybe a minute or two, maybe shorter. He lets out one last high-pitched cry, then an explosion of cum fills your mouth. You feel his cock pulsing inside for a few more seconds before it’s over. You swallow his load, then give his pretty cock one last kiss before standing up.

With a smile plastered across your face, you lean forward to start untying the knots in the ribbons that keep his arms and legs bound to the chair. However, as soon as your hands reach down, you feel something grasp your arm firmly. When you look back at Rafayel, he’s grinning at you with cheeks reddened and hair sweaty and disheveled.

“Wait, when did you…?”

“There are all kinds of escape methods you can learn online,” he winks. 

“You little…!”

“Ah, ah, ah,” he wags a finger in front of your face. “Such profanities won’t do. Besides, I think it’s your turn to be unwrapped…”

[hotyanderedaddies]

Yandere Werewolf Boyfriend Watches a Scary Movie with You

[Yandere! Werewolf x GN Reader]

・゜・:.。..。.:・☆・゜・:.。..。.:・☆

It was no secret that you're a wimp when it comes to horror movies. The screaming, the blood, the gore-- all of it tended to result in late nights with you huddled underneath your blanket and flinching at every sound that echoed throughout your house.

And Daddy knew this very well.

"Pup, ready for our date night?" Daddy asked you, his tail already wagging as he grabbed the popcorn from the microwave.

Every Friday, the two of you would stay in and have a movie date. Daddy is very antisocial and doesn't like to hide his wolf form for too long, hence the two of you decided that having date nights at home would be best.

"Yeah!" you happily said, hopping onto the couch. "What are we watching?"

Daddy smirked, his massive canine fangs protruding from his mouth with the action. "It's a really scary movie from Japan," he smiled. "I hope you don't get too scared..."

You didn't catch the coy smirk from the werewolf because you were too busy already inwardly panicking.

"O-oh?" you attempted to smile. Your heart was already racing in your chest.

Daddy shrugged his broad shoulders as he sat on the other cushion on the sofa. "Well, Pup, if you get too scared, you can always come sit on Daddy's lap," he grinned, even giving his big lap a pat.

"I'm sure I'll be fine," you stammered, hoping that you could make it through the movie without looking like a total chicken.

[Ten Minutes Later]

"AAhhh!" you scream, already sitting in Daddy's lap and trying to sink deeper into his bulk.

Daddy secured both of his beefy arms around you, pulling you in closer to his chest. You can't see from your position, but he is smiling triumphantly and his tail is wagging.

"Daddy's got you," the big werewolf lowly chuckles as he leans down and nuzzles you. "You're always safe when you're with Daddy."

You "watched" the rest of the movie with your face buried in Daddy's chest and with his arms wound tightly around you.

The entire time, Daddy was all smiles and he couldn't help but preen that his little pup was cuddling up against him. He couldn't even tell anyone what the movie was about, he was too enthralled in basking in the warmth that holding his darling brought him.

When the movie was over and it was time to go to sleep, you childishly scooted closer to Daddy in bed.

You normally weren't a big cuddler and preferred to have your own space in bed, but with all of the recent memories of the terrifying movie flickering in your head, you couldn't help but wrap your little arms around the big werewolf as best as you could.

Daddy took full advantage of the situation and wrapped both of his strong arms around you, keeping you pinned to his hairy chest.

"Daddy's got you, Pup," he repeated, whispering in your ear. "Daddy's got you."

As you slowly drifted off to sleep, Daddy was already planning on renting lots of scary movies for your future movie dates just so he could get more cuddles from his darling.

[girlboypersonthingy]

hiiiii!!!! so i’m thinking of a velvette fic where u meet the vees after having dated her for a bit (a few weeks maybe). you hate them. you think they’re creepy and just assholes, even for being in hell. (you’re a bit more wholesome but yk still a sinner) like you just do NOT like the guys. you’re super worried abt velvette’s reaction to that fact so u try to sugar coat it but she’s just like “thank lucifer! i didn’t want them to be creepy bad influences on u!” and u’re both super relieved. i love her.

Heeyyyy I was wondering when you’d send in a Velvette request ☺️ you got it friend! Enjoyyyy~

TW: Val being a perv 😎 for like one second tho, Velvette gets a bit suggestive,?? Lots of cussing lol

The Only V For Me 💜

“AAHHH!!! Darling, you’re finally here! How was the drive? How was the driver?” Velvette watches as you walk through the doorway of her studio, looking around with big doe eyes at all the bright lights and flashy outfits and really beautiful model demons.

“Velvette!” Before you can say anything more, she’s pulling you into a a deadly tight hug. “It was actually…like way too much, babe. You don’t have to do all that fancy shit for me, ya know? But…yes, it was really nice. Thank you.” Velvette offers you a cheeky smirk followed by a quick kiss to the cheek.

Your darling girlfriend snaps her fingers and yells out a command to one of her assistants. “You! Come here.” She makes a ‘come here’ motion with her finger as she turns her attention back to you, her lips upturned into a smile again, “Are you thirsty? Hungry? Anything you need, you tell her.” She points to her assistant who is now right at your side. “Anything my darling asks for, you get it.” She gives the worker an intimidating glare before winking at you.

“Let me show you around!” Velvette puts an arm around your shoulders and pulls you along, pointing things out, explaining them. She is absolutely beaming with pride right now, glancing at you often to see your reaction. As you pass a mannequin clad in a really nice outfit, a gasp comes from Velvette. “Oh my! You know who would look absolutely stunning in this little number?” And now she’s flashing you this flirty grin and her bright red eyes are looking you up and down. Suddenly her smooth demeanor dropped as she grumbled under her breath a bit then sighed deeply.

“Oh, who am I kidding. With Vox and Val both here today, if I dress you in anything more appealing than what you’ve got on now, they will definitely try to steal you from me. You already look too cute…” This pulls a laugh from you but your laugh stops suddenly, stuck in your throat when you see how serious her expression is at the moment.

“Wait. What? What do you mean-“ And suddenly the doors swing open, slamming into the walls behind them as an extremely tall, blue-skinned individual with big red heart shaped glass quickly approaches Velvette, towering over both of you.

“WHERE THE HELL IS VOX?! I’ve been looking for that flat faced fuck all day.” He growls out and you take note of the fact that Velvette doesn’t flinch a bit. “Why the hell are you asking me? If he was here, you’d have found him already.” She snaps back and as the angry man before you was about to screech out another sentence, his expression softened rather quickly as his eyes fell on you.

“Why hello~ who do you have here? Wow! What a gorgeous creature you are. I’m Valentino. What’s your name, sweetheart?” One of his hands slips into yours and as he goes to lift your hand to his lips, Velvette pushes him so hard he nearly falls over.

“Their name is (Y/N), alright? And they are MINE. Now back off, Val.” She hisses in response, now tightly holding your hand, the hand that Val was holding just a second ago. “WHOO! Alright. My apologies, dear. Didn’t know this one was all yours. But I mean FUCK! They just have such nice lips! I mean, look at that mouth. You have the perfect pair of dick sucking li-“

Velvette shouts over him, “SHUT IT!!! You’re actually so vile. Get out of here, Valentino! You’re freaking out my babe.” She gives him another shove, making him frown angrily at her before he stomps off, probably punching a wall or kicking something over as he leaves. Oh, he definitely slams the door again too.

“Alrighty! Where were we?” Velvette seems to relax a bit more, going back to a more chipper and excited attitude as she again shows off all of her impressive work to you. She even got a few models to come do a little show just for you, all of them casually posing and showing off different outfits. Velvette kept asking your opinion, begging you to be ‘bloody honest’ with her.

“Oh, darling! You just have to come over one night and let me dress you up, just us two! Hmm~ I could dress you up and then maybe even…undress you again.” Just as your girlfriend started to flirt with you and as you started to feel more comfortable in this environment-

“Velvette! Happy Friday. Have you seen Val? I haven’t been able to reach him all day. I’m-“ The strong, electric voice that sounded from behind you two made you jump a bit and brought a frightening grimace to Velvette’s face.

“Oh~ Hello. (Y/N), right? Pleased to meet you! I was wondering when our precious like Velvette was gonna bring her play thing over. I’m Vox, creator of Voxtech. You know, on the late night talk show…and the morning talk show. I’m also the news anchor.” He doesn’t really offer you his hand, he more so just reached out and grasps your hand in his, giving it a rapid shaking.

His grip on your hand hurts a bit and the smug smirk on his face makes you somewhat intimidated by him. Vox just…gives you the creeps even more than Valentino did and he basically verbally assaulted you. Before you can even come up with a response to him-

“Yes, yes, yes. Everyone knoWS WHO YOU ARE, YOU PRICK. NOW WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” And now Velvette looks kind of scary, like so pissed off and annoyed that she looks like she could actually kill someone right now. The someone preferably being Vox. Her bright red eyes glow with rage and irritation, her pretty lips now turned into a deep scowl.

As she yells in his face, his expression drops to one of annoyance and exhaustion. “Where’s Val?” Velvette groans before responding. “You’ve got to be fuckin kidding me! He just left, looking for you. Look on your stupid little cameras and find him and go tell him to STOP SLAMMING MY DOORS OR IM GONNA-“

Not that Velvette scared you but…she looked pretty upset right now and her yelling is enough to put anyone into a slight panic. So you slip you hand around her bicep, gently pulling her tense arm back a bit so you could comfortably slide your hand down to hers, interlocking your fingers. Her words stopped in their tracks, your tender touch almost making her flinch. Her head whipped around and she looked at you for a good few seconds, a smile slowly growing on her lips. She turns back to the screen-faced man, her smile not faltering this time.

“Off you go.” Velvette quite literally shoos him away with a wave of her hand as her other hand snakes its way around your waist and back until her arm is fully wrapped around you and you’re pressed into her side. She turns her back on Vox, determined to keep her full attention on you for the rest of the day. You’re too distracted by her embrace to notice if Vox had even left or not.

You clear your throat. “Babe…?” “Yes, love?” “Don’t get mad.” You look at her with a serious expression, causing her to blink in confusion. “Mad at you? Never. What’s on your mind?” Velvette pulled away from you for just a second then she faced you and held both your hands in her own.

“I feel…extremely uncomfortable here. Specifically, with Valentino and Vox. I-I…I’m sorry I just…I don’t like them…very much…they scare me.” Velvette chuckles before you can finish your sentence and you’re not sure if you should be relieved or even more worried. Suddenly, she pulls you into a tight hug, her hands rubbing big circles all over your back.

“Ugh, I’m so terribly sorry, darling. Truly, I figured those two would be busy on a Saturday, too busy to be bothering us already.” She turns her head to kiss your cheek then pulls you in even closer. “Fuck! I’m actually so relieved you said that. Those two are so terrible…truly, irresponsible! I mean it when I say I’m the backbone of the Vs okay? Those two pussies would fall apart in a matter of hours without me! Ugh they can’t even keep it together for one day!” “Babe…” You try to calm her again, seeing how worked up she gets having to constantly deal with her work partners.

With her attention solely on you, she softly says, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. What do you want to do next, hm? We can go somewhere. Anywhere. Just say the words.” Her long fingers gently graze the skin of your cheek, causing you to become a bit flustered. It’s almost baffling how she can be so cold and cruel to everyone around her except you. You were her only weakness, and she doesn’t mind one bit. She loves you endlessly. She wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in Hell.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

the cleansing

lilac, chapter nineteen

a/n: second to last chapter of this entire series!! aahhh! the final chapter will be posted in exactly one week, so get ready!

summary: “I’m gonna ask you one last time, are you sure you wanna do this?” 

warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, hurt/comfort, angst, lumberjack AU, past domestic violence, crazy ex trope, cuddling, blood and gore

word count: 751

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Shivering slightly as you layed on the couch, your pyjama pants kicked off and crumbled by your feet, you absentmindedly counted the small, spiral knots on the wooden ceiling where branches once grew, back when they weren’t panels of lumber but mighty trees reaching up towards the clouds. 

“I’m gonna ask you one last time, are you sure you wanna do this?” 

“Yes,” you breathed, glancing down at Frank who kneeled on the floor next to you, the warm light from the fireplace catching the blade in his palm and glinting back at you, “please just do it. If you don’t then I’ll probably just get up in the middle of the night and do it myself and I don’t know if I trust myself enough not to do it wrong and hurt myself more than necessary.” 

Even though the brand wasn’t much bigger than a small coin, it somehow still felt like it covered your entire body. 

“Alright,” he exhaled, placing a steady palm just above your knee, “but it’s gonna hurt like a motherfucker.” 

“I can take it, I don’t care if it hurts, I don’t care if I’ll have a scar there for the rest of my life, I just want it off me.”

“You want another swig?” he lifted up the glass bottle of whiskey he’d encouraged you to drink from since he didn’t have narcotics lying around the cabin to numb the pain.  

“No, just do it,” you rested your head back down and stared up at the ceiling, “I’m ready.”

“I’m gonna try and be quick, okay?”

“Okay,” you felt your body tremble in anticipation. 

Holding up a folded leather belt, he urged, “bite down on this so that you don’t chew off your tongue.” 

Accepting it between your teeth, you exchanged one last round of confirming nods before he offered you his free hand to squeeze. 

As he pierced the knife into the edge of the marked skin on your upper thigh, your nails dug into his palm as you let out muffled screams of agony. The pain was nearly too excruciating to endure, your other fist slammed down against the couch cushion as he sliced the scorched scar clean off. 

“Done,” Frank swiftly pressed a clean rag against the wound to soak up the blood, “that’s it, you did it, you did it.” 

Letting go of his hand, you ripped the belt away and dropped it to the floor, as you filled up the cabin with your shuttering shrieks, briefly redirecting your beating of the couch to a few that collided with his shoulder, an impact that didn’t even make Frank flinch. 

“Hey, hey,” his fingers found the side of your face and urged you to meet his brown eyes, “breathe, breathe,” and he offered you a few clear examples for you to copy, “good, good, there you go, that’s it,” his thumb gently swiped over your cheekbone as you found a slower and deeper pattern of breaths that helped you deal with the pain. 

You tried your best to keep it up as he then carefully began to patch you up. Before every stitch he gave you, even though it wasn’t that many, he nevertheless warned you every time by asking you to take a deep breath and exhale just as he pierced the tender flesh. 

When a broad band-aid soon covered up the wound, you felt his hand once again find your cheek and you peeled your stare away from the ceiling to gaze back into his eyes. 

“Let’s go to bed,” he uttered softly before you offered him a nod in return. 

Scooping you up into his arms, one behind your knees and the other along your shoulder blades as if you were some fair maiden, he carried you the short distance into the bedroom, gently helping you down onto the mattress and tugging the soft duvet half over you before he rounded to the other side of the bed and slipped in as well. 

Rolling over to face him, you couldn’t help but notice how you still trembled. You actually weren’t sure if you’d completely stopped yet, even though nearly a week had passed, but as you reached for him and he in return scooted a bit closer, letting you curl into his warmth, the sensation seemed to ever so slightly fade away as you found yourself in the tangle of his safe arms.

Nuzzling your face further into his burly chest, you murmured against his t-shirt, “thank you…”

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[sillysowa]

aahhh i just saw that your reqs open was hoping if you could do a nsf/w with a fem reader and hobie where the reader is having a rough day even gets a bruised lip from tripping over shifting stuff in her house and just over all ready to be a sappy mess and hobie just realizes maybe a good fxxk could help ease her stress bonus of if the two haven't gotten much time together because of his Spiderman duties, and pet names i am sucker for those k thnx bye love your work

tysm anon absolutely!

STRESS RELIEF

pairing: hobie brown x fem!reader

genre: smut

word count: 0.7k

warnings: mild injuries, oral sex (fem receiving), vaginal fingering, implied oral sex (male receiving)

synopsis: hobie fucks you better!

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You couldn’t even bring yourself to get up off the floor after tripping over the edge of the couch, busting your lip on the table and collapsing onto the carpet. You had been a mess all day, all week actually. You were only like this because Hobie was gone. Your boyfriend is your crutch, and you feel like you physically can’t go without him.

You curled up into a ball and wallowed in your own self pity—it was pathetic and you knew it. You couldn’t bring yourself to get up when you felt a sharp headache behind your eyes or when your stunned toe was throbbing in pain. You didn’t even flinch when all the furniture in the room slowly lifted and swirled around, or when Hobie landed in your living room with a thud,

“Y/N…? Fuck you doing on the floor?” Hobie asked, his tone half jesting and half concerned. He hurried over to you and crouched down, his hand on your back. The moment he asked you, “Are you alright, love?” You nearly cried,

“I had a really bad day…” You groaned, crawling towards Hobie and resting your head in his lap. He seemed taken aback, chuckling a bit and massaging you gently, trying to soothe you,

“Aww, dolly what’s the matter?” He coo’s, “Need me to make you feel better?” His voice drops to a low whisper, his tone all sultry as he strokes your cheek gently. You instantly perk up, your cheeks warm and your thighs clenching at what he’s implying,

“Really?”

“Mhm.” Hobie hums with a smirk, leaning down and kissing you gently. You feel your toes curl in your socks as he moans into your mouth, tilting his head as hie eyebrows furrow. He desperately pulls you close and you whimper as he sucks on your bruised lip,

“Mmf—Hobie!” You whimper, your arms around his back as he rises to his feet with a secure hold on your waist and chin. He breaks the kiss with a grunt, gently flipping you around and bending you face first over the arm of the sofa,

“‘Ma make you feel so much better, lovely.” He purrs, slipping his thumbs under the waistband of your sweats and yanking them down to your ankles, laughing when you gasp and moan in desire. Hobie can practically feel your need just by looking at how you squirm when he spreads your pussy and shoves his face right in, slurping you up. You gasp and convulse, the sudden warmth and wetness on your sensitive pussy making you delirious,

“H-Hobie you’re such a pervert…” You groan, your cheek squished against the cushion as his tongue lapped you up, flicking over your clit with expertise,

“Mmm…not m’fault y’taste so good…” Hobie grunts as he eats you out like ice cream on a cone, his large hands spreading your thighs. It’s so lewd and so Hobie—the feeling of his fingers prodding at at your pussy and gently stretching it open,

“M’poor baby hurt herself being clumsy n’all, hm? That’s such a pity, angel.” Hobie teases and mocks you, biting your thighs and fingering your pussy deeper and deeper, curling his fingers.

There’s something about the heat that rises to your head and your heart thumping in your ears that melts you. You forget all the pain you were feeling for a few blissful minutes as Hobie pleasures you, his presence burning behind you as he eats you out like a maniac and fingers you like a machine,

“H-Hobie fuck your fingers feel so good…” You sob, pushing your hips back on him as your pussy squirts around his fingers,

“I know, I know.” Hobie smirks, biting your thigh and making you jump. He laughs at yours whines as he curls his fingers up into that good spot inside you. You don’t even need to tell him that you’re cumming when it happens, he can tell by the way you tremble and scream, clutching a pillow and squirting all over his fingers and down your thighs.

“Hobie-Hobie-Hobie-H-Hobie-b-bie~!” You cry, your thighs clenching around his head and your squirt coating his face. The way you sob in pleasure for him springs his dick up in his pants and he laughs,

“Awh, poor baby, thus fucked our already?”

His fingers are on your chin and you don’t even remember when he flipped you over and started unzipping his jeans with that crazed look in his eyes,

“Hobie-?” He rubbed his thumb over your bruised lip, shoving it onto your tongue,

“M’not done with you yet…”

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@ohxx @luxxtuxx @fatenpara @hobesbf @defnot-bri

[sungminxxx]

ツ || Kim Woosung (Sam) lee/ler Headcanons

Lee:

🥀 - I see him being moderately ticklish honestly-

🥀 Like.. Pretty ticklish, but not THAT ticking ykwim

🥀 Some spots won't get him, but I see spots like his knees, sides, and neck would get him pretty good.

🥀 I don't see him lying much about being ticklish. He doesn't seem to be the kind to care too much about it.

🥀 Actually lying a little because I can imagine him saying he's not ticklish at first but once someone knows he's ticklish, he's not going to try to hide where

🥀 He probably won't tell you where he's ticklish tho lmao

🥀 When you do find out yourself, I can see him flinching pretty hard (IMAGINING IT IS SO CUTE)

🥀 HIS SMILE >>>>>>>

🥀 HIS LITTLE GIGGLES FOLLOWING AFTER HER DUMB SMILE ALSO OH MY GOSHH

🥀 I can see him being a little shy about being ticklish but only moderately also.

🥀 I see him saying things like "aAhhh nOHo- Dohont do thahahat-!!" when you poke at one of his sensitive spots-

🥀 He'll be playful about it for a while, but once he gets to a certain limit, his stomach would start hurting from giggling a bunch..

🥀 HOWEVER!! I can see him being able to handle tickling for while!!

🥀 Overall, I see him being 15-20% lee :3

Ler:

🥀 Now THIS is the mood you need to watch out for.

🥀 I see him being a TERRIBLE (amazing-) ler-

🥀 RUTHLESS.

🥀 SO SO SO CRUEL BRO OH MY GOD

🥀 Finding out if you're ticklish or not is one of the first things on his list

🥀 After finding out your ticklish, you might as well set up an appointment to get your grave dug...

🥀 This man would literally chase you around for HOURS just to hear your giggles :3

🥀 He'd absolutely LOVE tickling you. It'd be his favorite thing ever!!

🥀 Once he catches you, he'll pick you up and quickly bring you over to a place where he could pin you down and go to TOWN.

🥀 Raspberries are his favorite thing in the world by the way (closely followed by little nibbles!)

🥀 He'd purposely blow a raspberry and/or nibble at your worst spots (depending on how well both tickle you)

🥀 If raspberries or nibbles don't tickle you much, he'd use his fingers to poke and prod at your ticklish spots for what could seem like hours- (good luck!!)

🥀 He'd only stop tickling you if (and only if) you're completely out of breath.. ;3

🥀 Soooo- 75-80% ler, definitely-

:3

[thechaoticscenejester]

🖤 TADC Dark au 🖤

A tadc au by Evan/Ronnie. (@thechaoticlittlejester)

[ This is the official story for the au! ]

WARNINGS/DISCLAIMERS: Abuse, Blood, Gore, Violence, cussing, grooming, gaslighting, mental abuse, sexual references, and Ragatha x Pomni.

***

Intro

It could've been fine. She could've been fine. She was innocent. She didn't do shit to deserve the type of treatment she got. Some people just enjoy to watch others suffer. They will always say that they don't, but they know damn well that's a lie! They don't give two shits about who gets hurt as long as they get what they want. Thank God, everyone found a way out. Thank God, everyone was able to leave this fucked up place behind. The mental scars will forever be with her but at least we have each other. Me and her. Hand in hand. Away from this hell.

- Years earlier-

"This game is gonna put us on top!" A tall man named Abel smiled as he exclaimed with excitement. His little brother, Caine, had a soft smile on. Abel was boasting about how this might actually be the most useful thing Caine has done. Caine was used to this and just kinda picked at his nails.

Seeing this, Able stopped boasting.

"What now, Caine?"

Caine looked up.

"I didn't do anything."

Able seems annoyed.

"Don't ruin my good mood."

Caine rolls his eyes and bites his nails but soon gets stopped by Able.

"Will you stop acting weird!?"

Caine flinched due to Able's yelling.

"I'm sorry!"

Abel rolled his eyes and wraps his arms around his younger brother.

"Chill out. This is gonna work out."

"I never said it wasn't gonna work."

Able got agitated.

"Caine."

Caine knew this was a sign to shut up. The brothers made their way out to many other adults and Able gave Caine a glance as he tried to talk to other people. At seeing Able's glance Caine didn't end up saying anything. It was almost as if they had a secret.

A terrible secret.

***

--Today's log: ....... The day she arrived--

The theme song was slow and the audience really had a chance to laugh their asses off about the pain the Ragdoll, called Ragatha, was in. She had failed numerous time to cross the tightrope enduring a huge amount of pain at the punishment for failing.

Nearby the rabbit was with the small girl made of Ribbon and a comedy mask on. The rabbit called Jax laughed to the girl called Gangle.

"Do you see her, haha!"

Gangle laughed along with the rabbit and the two had to hold onto eachother so they don't fall over laughing.

A large chess piece called Kinger approached the two and asked what was so funny. A wheezing Jax pointed to Ragatha who, with their (un)lovable Ringmaster by her side, kept falling off the tightrope. Kinger naturally started to join in on the laughing.

Suddenly, the Chaotic music gliched out and made everyone turn in the direction of their newest member. Her. Caine, the Ringmaster, was the first to get in her face.

"Oh wow! Another soul to torture!"

The new girl, who took the form of a Jester, looked around in pure terror and muttered:

"He knew what he was doing...."

Caine, not liking the face she ignored him, poked the small jester in the shoulder.

"Hey hello. Welcome to your new home!"

The jester looked at him, blinked, and then started to freak out.

"AAHHH!! What the fuck is going on!"

Caine, being angered by her sudden cuss, didn't hesitate to hit the poor girl. At seeing Caine hit her, Jax, Gangle, and Kinger started laughing loudly. The confused girl took the hit deep. She held her cheek and felt tears in her eyes. It had been so long since she was touched and the sudden hit caught her off guard.

"Chill out! This circus has to be top notch!"

The girl looked up at the Ringmaster and felt her stomach curl. She felt her insides move around as Caine practically ranted to her. Soon, he asked her for her name. She couldn't remember..

"I-I don't remember..."

Caine was about to chose a name for her when Jax chimed in.

"Let's call her Pomni!"

Caine, looked over and nodded.

"Welcome to your new home, Pomni!!!"

The jester, now called Pomni, felt her face get warm. A overheating type of warm. The Ragdoll wanted to welcome the new member but everytime she got close Jax would aggressively grab her arm and stop her. Made her wonder why.

Despite this, Ragatha still found a way to go up to her.

"H-Hey..! You're Pomni right?"

Pomni looked over at her, a scared look on her face.

"Y-Yeah..."

"I-I'm---"

She got cut off by Jax who stood behind her with his hands on his hips.

"What the fuck did I say Rag-Doll?"

Ragatha, who got caught off guard, jumped and faced Jax.

"J-Jax!?"

Jax chuckled and grabbed Ragatha by her neck. She struggles but he tightens his grip and gets in her face.

"If you know what's good for you I suggest you leave the newbie alone. Caine doesn't want us to talk to her. Is that understood?"

Ragatha tried to push him off but he pushed her to the ground, scaring Pomni. He then got on top of her and ,despite her fighting to get him off, pinned her down and go in her face. Nose to nose.

"Do you understand!?"

She started to breathe heavily and nod frantically. Jax got up off her but kicked her before leaving. She groaned in pain and Pomni went to her.

"A-Are you okay...?"

Ragatha breathed heavily but grabbed Pomni by her shoulder and pulled her down. She let out a shocked gasp but wanted to know what she was doing.

"K-Keep yourself safe. Don't let Jax manipulate you. He has Caine wrapped around his finger."

Pomni was worried for her and saw Jax and Gangle nearby staring at the two. Pomni, ignoring the two, helped her up and walked her to her room, scoffing as she walked by Jax and Gangle. Gangle crosses her arms and looked over at Jax.

"You gonna let that slide?"

Jax chuckled.

"Hell no, partner. She will pay for that."

He leans on her shoulder.

"She will be begging to leave when I'm done."

***

~End~

Oh my God! You don't know how long I've been working on this damn story!! Aaaaahhhh! I'm so excited for you losers to get into this. More chapters are coming so don't you worry your little heads! Hehe!

That's all I have to say bye!! ♡

[dreams-of-cerulean]

∞:

“What do you want from me!?” the old man screamed hoarsely. His one-eyed gaze desperately hunts for something merciful - compassionate - in her only to find nothing. “Just stop! I’ll tell you anything! Please!” He avoids gazing into the mirror standing a few feet away which revealed what was left of his face and limbs. 

> You lift the dentist’s drill away from the man’s mouth, its bit still spattered with flesh. 

“James, James, I told you I don’t need anything from you,” she said gently. “And you make me sound so cruel. I left you with an eye, didn’t I?”

“Of course, at the time, you believed that total blindness would enhance my experience,” she said calmly, “But I believe that letting you see the horrors of what I’m doing to you is worse - and I can always put out your other eye.”  

> “But what do I know?” you shrug your hands apart, drill in tow, “I’m just an archivist, an amateur. Not an expert like yourself. All I have going for me is being well-read and my memories of what you did to me.”

James keeps his mouth shut. He’s learned not to speak unless it’s to scream or to answer her questions. Not that she’s asked many beyond that of whimsical curiosity - what did he like to eat? what was his favorite animal? He learned very quickly he couldn’t lie to her, and ignoring her has its own consequences. 

James immediately flinched as she whirred the drill once more, blood and tooth pulp flicking away. 

“Besides I doubt there’s anything you could tell me that your subordinates haven’t.” she brings the bit closer to the man’s squirming head.

“The girl! The girl you’re in!” he hurriedly screeched as the bit came closer to his teeth, “I know why we’re watching her!”

“I already know,” she snorted dismissively, “You’re looking for a herald for your god. Just like 15 years ago when you sacrificed a girl of the church and failed... Now I think that molar of yours has a cavity - it might need to com-”

The drill inches closer to his immobile jaw, its unpleasant screech making him sweat.

"It failed because her alignment wasn’t Kether! She wasn’t a goddess candid- AAHHH!”

The screech of metal on enamel is briefly heard before stopping. 

> “Hmm. That’s a little intriguing. Alright, new game. And it might even end well for you.” You smile. “This is your last chance to speak. You talk until my curiosity is satisfied. No lies, no omissions. Otherwise, l cut out your tongue, and we’ll see how long I can keep you alive - I lasted two weeks, I bet I can keep you alive for longer...”

“If you win though, I simply kill you. No more drills, no more knives.” A couple seconds pass in silence before she adds, “I suggest you start talking now.”

He sputters for a moment and then starts babbling for all he’s worth. 

“Kethers like that girl have souls furthest from the physical world. It’s because of that they could be used as conduits to similar entities...”

----

End:

< Fourth Wall > has been activated.

> You cut open his throat with a metal shard and calmly watch the light in his eye dim. Despite convulsing and choking, his expression turns lax as if letting himself go. And when he finally does turn still, his broken face is relaxed in peace. 

> A shitty man dies a death fit for no one. 

> You - or rather Samantha Golden - were tempted to renege on the deal, but that wasn’t how you operated. And ultimately it was you who decides. 

> From allowing the fragments of Samantha Golden to blend into you by disabling < Fourth Wall >, to convincing the Templars the best way to get information was to pretend you weren’t after it, and to torturing an awful, but ultimately fellow, human being... that was all you.

> You look at the mess of what once was a man. 

> A sane person would probably be feeling revulsion, disgust, or even self-hatred right now. But you don’t. Instead, you feel vindicated. Satisfied. A revenge well done. Perhaps not perfect, but you’re a step closer to what you promised yourself and Golden - that you’ll get all these assholes in the end. 

> The others have finished up within a day. You’ve been here for three breaking this man, playing the part of a torture victim back from the grave. And now you’re done.  

> You were going to go home and return to your daily routine. Pretend that you weren’t a monster hiding in a child’s skin. You were going to say hi to Sato and Sasha, greet your sister and mom, go to bed, and then return to school like nothing ever happened.

> You were glad to have left Sylph and the Blank Canvas at home this entire time. You didn’t want what was supposed to represent your childhood and an echo of your younger sister see what you did here. Maybe that bit of shame was all that separated you from the deep end. 

> In any case, you knew a lot more than you did before. 

> You don’t have to worry about being unable to find the Radiance anymore.

> They’ve already coming after you. 

[rain-candles-jazz]

whumpcember day 5: "i hate you"

tw: medical, restraint, sharp instruments

Sariel opened her eyes instantly upon regaining consciousness. She proceeded to try to jump to her feet, but found that her arms and legs were tightly bound... again. Even if it had never worked before, she struggled with all her strength to attempt to escape them.

With this effort, and her adrenaline beginning to die down a bit, she noticed a pain in her left abdomen that flared up with each additional attempt at movement. Sari stopped and stared at the ceiling... the now familiar ceiling with the stain that reminded her of a tea cup and saucer, the ceiling she had counted the pockmarks of many times. She was tired and angry, and she just wanted all this to be over.

"ITCHY!" she yelled, her side aching with the effort. "ITCHY GET THE HELL-"

"WHAT?!" came Itchy's reply from across the room, probably from his curtained prep closet. Footsteps approached the table she was strapped too, and she heard the distinct sound of metal instruments clacking against a metal tray. "I swear you are so impatient," Itchy tutted.

Sari could only see glimpses of him, swaying back and forth, instruments clacking as he sorted them.

"Itchy," Sari growled. "What happened?" A question, voiced as a command.

Itchy was unfazed by her tone. "Don't you remember? God, you have a terrible memory." He stood tall, hovering over her so that she could see him, that look of superiority that she hated so much plastered on his face. Her side ached anew, and she winced, attempting to show no more signs of weakness. "You failed to grasp the entire scope of the battlefield! What kind of elite soldier drone thing can't even dodge some friendly fire?"

Sari blinked at him before realizing what he'd said. "You... you SHOT me?!"

Itchy shrugged. "It was a perfectly good line of fire. Can't help it if you stepped in front of it. Amateur mistake on your part, really."

Sari was furious. Itchy had shot her in the back and blamed her for it. Before she could say anything else about it, the ache in her side turned into a sharp stabbing pain.

"Aahhh!! What- what the hell are you doing?!" she shouted, attempting with little progress to flinch away from the feeling.

"I'm trying to get some of my shot back," he said as though it were the most obvious think in the world. "I'd much rather dig out what I can. Do you have any idea how much of a pain it is to make buckshot?"

Sari recognized the feeling of a scalpel slicing afresh at her side. "AAugh!! S-stop! Itchy, please!" He cut deeper, and she felt like the blade was slicing straight through her brain, instantly erasing all clear thoughts.

"Ugh," Itchy replied in annoyance. "If I had any anesthetic, you know I'd give it to you. If for no other reason to shut you up." He knew well from trial and error that the restraints he used would hold Sari still enough to do what he had to. He grabbed a laryngoscope to poke around through the shredded muscles of Sari's abdomen. They tensed as he touched them, and he impatiently pushed them away so he could look further into the tissue.

Sari clenched her teeth and closed her eyes as she felt the cold metal pressing through her flesh. "Ah-ah! Itchy-" The scalpel was sliding in now, and she felt a deep cut further up towards her ribs. "Itchy stop!! God why?!"

Itchy ignored her completely, dropping the scalpel and grabbing a small pair of needle-nose pliers. He maneuvered them in, gripping a small jagged metal slag that was imbedded in tissue. He pulled it towards him, ripping the tissue it was lodged in.

Sari tensed all over. She opened her eyes wide but saw only white stars. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out.

Itchy dropped the metal piece on his tray with a clang. He smiled. He knew there was stuff to salvage from this incident! He grabbed the scalpel again and began to poke around.

After a few moments, Sari seemed to regain herself a little, and she began to make noises that gradually progressed into words. "Ah... I... I... h... ha... haah!" Another pinch from inside her muscles made her wince. Another deep cut made her scream, and her voice and mind integrated enough to make her feelings known. "AAaah- I HATE YOU!" She yelled at full volume, straight into the ceiling. "I HATE YOU I HATE YOU UUNH-" Yet another stab. "I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!!"

Itchy winced at the sheer intensity of her voice but continued working through her mindless tirade. "Yeah well," he said softly, more to himself than anything. "Its not exactly my goal to be loved."

[beholdenning]

"Agh!"

The impact against the floor is unexpectedly jarring. A flat burn expands into flesh, rattles up bone to shake even that which was not affected — And the burning does not stop, part friction and part blunt force. They flinch. Denning recognises at least this much. Is this… Is this pain?

How… Disagreeable. How... Distressing? Tension folds upon their brow, layering on top of the heaviness, the pounding, crawling itch behind lids. A groan tumbles from their throat as they sit up again, legs gathered up under them. Perhaps it is unwise to try and pilot these — These stinging, strung-together limbs, this fragile frame until they have gathered their bearings and…

And what? This form shrieks no longer in voice, but in every other way, assailed by myriad sensations that Denning can only begin to comprehend. Now that clarity returns in fragments beyond the incessant buzz of their own mind, thoughts layering upon thoughts to cloud their rationality, they note several anomalies they can compare: The closing of eyes despite their own efforts is similar to when they require rest after sustaining damages, but the yawning hollow beneath their ribcage feels like when they must offset their energy consumption for a continued existence.

"Hhh— Hun-ger…? Aahhh..."

Would this weakness dispel with sustenance? They would have to figure out how to… Eat, of course, but surely their imitation should prove adequate. Grind the substance with ones teeth and guide it to the esophagus...

The girl’s throat bobs as they try to reconcile the movement of her larynx with the thought of consumption through the mouth. Pale fingers move up to press at the soft, fleshy sides of her neck, before trailing up to hook the tips of her fingers on her bottom teeth, prying her jaw open until it strains.

"Ow." Softly. Hands drop, vaguely drooled on. They can work with... This. Voice apparatus. Familiarity brings calm. This seems to be something they can figure out. "Ah, ah." They test her voice once more. "Ahhhhhaaaiii— I, eye, I..."

They know how to speak. They know the theory of it. They know how to chew up syllables and give back a perfect mirror. But this... "... I, I am. I am Denning."

A breath, exhale, slower now. "I am Denning." This flows... Easily, like a dam broken, a bird unbound. Or perhaps there never was such a dam in the first place, here. "I, I am a morph. Lor-d Nergal is my master. But I am a Knight of Sss—eiros."

Calm settles in, for but a moment. Calm remains until it shatters under footsteps, distant, approaching swiftly, a clockwork sprint. They cannot hear like they can when all is in order, when all is right, cannot feel the approaching signature of quintessence. Yet they know — With a curious surety, that this is seeking them. The racing that settles in their throat tells them so, pulsing out of tune with the world itself, like skittering game, rabbit-quick and trembling.

"No —" They stand, slowly, shakily, walk towards the door to lean against it with a thump. They know how to use a door. They know how to block one, but a leaf cannot stop a raven's swoop.

They — They know how to speak. So speak!

"I — I am not. Well." they gasp. Why is their voicebox seizing up? "Leave."

synapse, snap back // lilina + denning

[supernatural-through-the-ages]

Supernatural S3 ep3

So the dudes got a lot of luck but what’s the side affect hhmm?

OH YOU GET REALLY BAD LUCK ONCE SOMEONE ELSE TOUCHES IT  OOHHHH 

Jesus Christ 

[takes1]

dabi becoming obsessed with inexperienced!reader p.2

oooh this one was fun to write i literally have so many ideas for the rest of this series aahhh!! looking like it'll be a 4 or 5-part thing. also thanks for the support ya'll it really helps my motivation :,)

warnings. nsfw, dabi being scared of rats

details. fem!reader / lov recruit!reader / inexperienced!reader / corruption!kink dabi / mutual masturbation / lots of d. piercings / lusty pining or lo-cal!yandere? / 1.2k words

🤍 scenario series. dabi p.1 + 3 and full list here.

more links. my ao3 / dabi headcanons / requests open!!

A tiny sound stirred Dabi from his light rest. His eyes flew open, and after he sat up on his elbows, it was silent again.

Just his luck. Mice in the damn walls.

This apartment was supposed to be one of the newer complexes in the area-- there was no way an infestation could be justified and, after spending nearly a year in filth, he would not stand for even the smallest of rodential threats. He had more respect for himself than to deal with that again.

He was sent spiraling into an existential state. No hope for sleep now, as his heart began to pick up and his temperature rose. Covers shoved to the side, he sat up and rubbed his face with a deep sigh. It was possible that rats and bugs were his biggest fear, now. A reminder of some of his worst years.

There it was again. Squeezing away a flinch, he pressed his ear to the wall to try and locate where it was coming from, and in the morning, he'd be able to deal with it.

Except, that sound was no animal.

He parted from the wall momentarily to catch his stalled breath and chuckle, "Alrighty then, little mouse."

With Toga out on an assignment, it shouldn't have been a surprise that you took this opportunity to indulge.

How exhilarating. You weren't as above some animalistic impulses as he previously thought. Now equipped with this exceptional piece of information, he chose to believe that meant coercing you into letting him fuck you wasn't so ridiculous anymore.

He remembered the incredulous feeling of hearing Toga tell you to lock the door while she was gone. Of course, she kept her ridiculous reasoning to herself, but he gathered that she didn't trust him to 'keep a professional atmosphere' without her third-party presence.

He wasn't that bad, he would never just barge right in, he remembered thinking just five hours earlier. Now? That tiny clicked lock was for the best.

A newfound appreciation for your little apartment helped widen the crooked smirk on his face as he went back to listen again. Closed-mouth moans and the occasional squeak at your own fingers filled his head, fueled his overactive imagination, and stirred his cock.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he whipped himself out from his sweats and shamelessly kept the side of his head glued to the wall. It took a moment to get comfortable, but he settled for lying down, easy since you sounded the clearest from that spot anyway.

Dabi had planned on stroking himself to sleep anyway, but this turn of events was far less sad of a thing to inspire self-gratification.

He started nice and slow to encourage himself to harden faster and to further incorporate your melody into his ever-inspired fantasies.

The glittering metal that rose with the tip of his dick brought about the surefire chance that you'd be terrified of this heavily pierced, thick monster. It wasn't much to him anymore, but even the experienced women he slept with all had a reaction to his long Jacob's Ladder and proud Prince Albert stud.

Like most of his burns, they looked more painful than they felt. By now, all the decorations didn't hurt, but helped to make the underside and head of his cock more sensitive. Those that gave it a chance found that the receiving end also made for a unique, fun time.

Lazy eyes flicked from his tall, throbbing hard-on in his palm to the blank wall, then to his eyelids.

With those cute sounds, that addictive body you covered up too much, and a good gimmick, he could see you making bank as a camgirl, maybe getting the LOV a few thousand in a week.

That idea didn't get much traction with his libido, though. No way he'd let the whole world in on what was rightfully his.

Another high-pitched, muffled hum from the other room wracked his nerves. The dull relief of his own hand was nothing compared to what your pussy could do for him.

"Fuuck, baby girl," He mumbled, low and grumbly enough he was convinced you couldn't hear.

All he wanted was to teach you how to feel better than this, in ways you couldn't do on your own, couldn't reach with your own hands. He could make you dumb with pleasure, draw out much louder sounds than those pitiful whines, turn you into his own little slut, if only you'd just let him.

For now, it was closer to the other way around, with him desperate for some sign of receptiveness. Dabi even went as far, on a few separate occasions, to replicate that precious reaction to his nudity.

It was becoming a habit of his to 'forget' his clothes when he went to shower, then have to make a deliberate, leisurely trek to his room in just a towel when he knew you were either leaving for the evening or getting back from work.

He only stopped after he bumped into Twice instead and was pressured into a torturous conversation, his new hyperfixation, on the socio-political climate of the country. But he didn't regret it, he almost sent you into cardiac arrest with this tactic, and you were perfectly jumpy later when he sat next to you at a meeting.

His mind clouded with your doe-eyed expression as you became distracted by his scars and piercings, the image of his devilish smile burned in your mind, the image of your flustered face burned in his. You had the best dick-sucking eyes; not to mention the prettiest, puffy lips. That strawberry chapstick you favored so much was one lucky piece of plastic.

The things he'd do to that innocent face-- his hand stalled and he sucked in a breath of cold air. How were you not done yet?

"Shit-- Ugh, just cum already, damn," He chuckled under his breath with a big sigh, forced to edge himself on your weak moans.

It occurred to him that you probably didn't know your body well enough to cum any faster. But if you were under him, you'd have already finished so many times you'd be begging him to stop.

A drop of precum slid across cool metal, the vision of his cock bottoming out into your poor little cunt just one too many times a tempting one to cum to. He didn't just crave you. He was starved. Malnourished and destitute for something, some signal, the green light to reward this chase he couldn't bring himself to stop.

Your moans took on a more rushed, melty, sound, as you choked out a small whine of his name.

Dabi came hard to the realization that you had been getting off to him this entire time. Messy, hot white glazed his knuckles and flexed stomach while his other hand muffled the stuttery groans through it all.

Eyes wide, chest heaving, his orgasm, for once, did not make him tired. He wanted another. He wanted you. Damn that lock.

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[tojisun]

Hellooo I can never get enough of How We Break. I hope you’re not yet tired of writing about this😭

I’m sorry if I’m asking too much but Toji does not deserve a happily ever after😡 We dont forgive and forget in this household.

Would it be too much if I ask you to write about Toji being jealous that Aiko saw Satoru more as a father than him. Like a little drabble about their relationship.

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! and i’ll never get tired of hwb!! highkey scared you guys are the one getting tired of it ;v;

TRUE but also i raise you with: forgive (for your own peace) but never forget (so no one else will ever pull this on you).

sorry it took too long aahhh i hope you like this!!

[aiko’s story]

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aiko was ten when toji realizes that aiko is no longer excited and happy to come live with them.

at first, toji thought it was because of the apparent growing distance between him and megumi, but aiko grows less affectionate to even toji, withdrawing himself from even his father.

toji tries not to think about it, but sometimes he wonders if it is because of you; that you are still so resentful of what has happened and aiko absorbs this bitterness and familiarizes it as his own. 

but toji knows you. he knows that despite the break up and despite what has happened between you two, you would never do such things. these realizations come like being doused in iced water, akin to a sudden awakening but still feeling lost and confused and hurt.

toji tries spending more time with aiko to bridge the widening gap, but aiko is reserved and quiet and toji learns that he does not know how to show his son that he loves him so.

toji turns to his wife for comfort.

“oh darling,” she says, “maybe he is just growing up or going through something in his other home. don’t worry about him too much.”

it does not silence his fears.

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megumi asks him why he’s being weird around aiko. toji laughs, looking at him from the rear view mirror. 

the two of them just dropped aiko off at your house, megumi coming with his brother to knock at your door. toji watches from his car and as much as he strained his head to catch a quick glance your way, he never got to see you clearly. megumi gave you a long hug before walking back to their car.

“what do you mean?” toji asks. he sees megumi shrug before turning to look outside again.

“you’re being strange, dad,” megumi tells him, eyes still looking at the passing scenery, “you’re acting like he’s leaving.”

toji blinks because isn’t that the crux of his fears? aiko leaving him? him not being in aiko’s life anymore?

maybe a strange look passes his eyes or maybe he’s been quiet for too long, but megumi says, “aiko wouldn’t.” and all toji can do is hope for it to be true.

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she calls him out on his behaviour. 

the day was going well: megumi is at his friend’s house, she was at work all day long, and toji went out to buy dinner for the two of them. she was acting like her usual self when they ate, giggling at what toji said and chugging down her can of beer because tomorrow’s a weekend.

toji thought the night was going to end well too, and then she blew up.

“you’re pulling favourites toji,” she hisses, “i know aiko’s situation is tough, but you’ve been sidelining megumi. again.”

toji flinches at her words. he didn’t know. he didn’t notice.

“i’m sorry,” he tells her, but she turns away from him. they sleep with the silence hanging on them and toji wonders, not for the first time, if he could ever grasp what it truly means to be a husband and a father.

tomorrow she will wake him up with the gentlest kisses. he will hug her and press apologies on her skin which she will mirror. toji will promise that he will be a better man and she will thank him for it.

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during aiko’s eleventh birthday, toji learns the reason for aiko’s sudden distancing.

they were celebrating his birthday in toji’s house. it was supposed to be in your house, but his wife insisted on celebrating it at their home because of the bigger space. you accepted after asking aiko if that was he wanted. aiko had agreed with very little enthusiasm.

it was ten in the morning when you arrived. everyone, including you and aiko’s friends along with their parents, was supposed to arrive at two in the afternoon for the celebration so toji wonders why you are here early.

aiko runs up to you, far more excited than toji ever remembers, and jumps into your arms. “mama!” he cheers, laughing when you spinned the two of you around, filling the garden with both of your happy laughs.

toji was about to greet you, smile etching itself on his face, when aiko exclaims, “toru!”

toji watches as his son runs up to a man, one he knows dearly, throwing himself in his arms and nuzzling on the cut of his jaw. gojo satoru nuzzles back at toji’s son, smiling warmly and sincerely as though the bastard knows how to love.

“aiko!” satoru greets just as happily, blowing raspberries at the expanse of aiko’s face. aiko giggles, throwing back his head in happiness.

it’s been so long since toji’s seen aiko look that happy. and all of him despises how it is gojo satoru who is able to bring his son such joy.

satoru looks up from playing with aiko and meets toji’s eyes. there is a single second, just a heart beat, when toji felt intimidated by satoru’s omnipotent presence—the crawling dread and the sudden drop of his stomach, all telling toji to kneel—but it is crushed by satoru’s smirk.

toji almost growls in anger, heart beating so loud it feels like it is roaring through his veins. only when his wife’s nails dug into his skin does he tear his eyes from the family in front of him—one that easily says that he is not welcomed—and meet her eyes.

“are you okay, my love?” she asks.

“yeah,” he says, voice gruff and breaths coming out short, “of course.”

you introduce satoru to them shortly, a pretty blush dusting the expanse of your cheeks and tickling the shell of your ears. you tell them satoru’s your boyfriend of two years.

“why don’t i know of this?” toji wants to ask but it’s not his place. not anymore.

aiko clings to satoru the whole day, showing him around his room in the fushiguro household, recounting moments that toji does not even remember.

“megumi and i played hide-and-seek and i tripped on a root and my tooth fell out.”

“i camped here to watch the shooting stars! sadly it wasn’t visible here but mama recorded it from our house and i was able to watch some of them!”

“there used to be a koi pond here but they removed it because the fishes died.”

“the basement in dad’s house is scary so i don’t go there alone.”

“there was a bird nest on my window but the next day it’s gone, i hope the bird and its babies are okay.”

and all throughout, satoru is responding as enthusiastic as aiko, gasping and prompting the boy to say more. aiko’s eyes twinkle at each reaction, smile growing as though—

as though he’s been starved of affection.

“what have i done to my son,” toji thinks, looking away from satoru and aiko. “i’m sorry aiko, i’m sorry.”

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when aiko leaves them for good, toji wonders if he has the right to feel sorrow.

(he does not.)

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[how we break masterlist]

[toweroftickles]

Could you do more short Ghibli stories? Like the first batch

Gladly. :) Yay, more Ghibli tickle drabbles!

GHIBLI GIGGLES 2

San, the Princess Mononoke, slid painfully against the island at the center of the forest. With a rough grunt, she tossed her mask aside. Once again by the iron of man, she had been gravely injured in battle…a bullet had not pierced her directly, but several small pieces of fiery shrapnel had embedded themselves directly in her left side. Her soft, pale stomach shuddered at the touch of the warm pond water.

As her adopted daughter had done to her many times before, Moro prepared to suck the blood and iron from San’s wounds.

“It will be alright, my child,” she whispered in dulcet tones. Her eyes carried the moonlight with them, almost hypnotizing.

“Aahhh!” San wailed involuntarily. She could feel Moro’s hot breath on her side. Whenever the wolf goddess got close, San couldn’t stop herself from flinching and crying out in pain. The anticipation was brutal.

“Don’t focus on your injury. Place your mind elsewhere.”

“Nnn…I…I can’t.”

San’s two wolf brothers approached out of the mist, their fur dripping. It was obvious to her that they were nervous, despite their brave faces. But she knew this wasn’t lethal, not yet. She would be fine, wouldn’t she?

“Keep your eyes on us,” one of them spoke. He rubbed his large head against her, grumbling softly, and her mind wandered until it drifted off in his fur.

Suddenly, as if they thought it would distract or comfort her…it was hard for them to remember that she wasn’t a wolf…the two brothers started licking her.

She gasped. Warm, wet tongues caressed San, one sliding around on her belly (her right side), and one beneath her knee. Her whole body began to shiver.

“Hhhhheh-Heh HA-Heh!! *gasp* Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha! St-hop it!” the Princess laughed loudly. She fidgeted against the slope of the island bank, her butt and her feet resting beneath the water’s rippling surface. Her delicate human skin was very ticklish and it made her angry.

“Now hold still,” Moro told her, and pressed her mouth down to her daughter’s stomach wound.

“Gnnrrr! Ow! Ah Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha!! Gk-Heh! *gasp* Ha-Ha Ha-Ha!” San stubbornly tried to push her siblings’ snouts away, but they were much stronger than her. With all their shoving she almost didn’t see Moro turn and spit blood and metal into the nearby water.

“Just another moment. Your wound will become infected if I don’t clean it,” the goddess cautioned.

Moro’s tongue was much thicker and longer than those of her smaller pups. Her daughter was still trapped beneath the muzzles of her two sons. San looked on helplessly, almost ready to scream, as the long pink muscle pressed down hard into her quivering tummy and lashed against her belly button.

“HA-Ha Ha-Ha Ha-Ha!!! Ah HA-Ha Ha-Ha! Stop it, stop it!” San roared angrily. Her right side, and the back of her knee, were still being affectionately licked by the other wolves too, with no regard for the intense tickling shockwaves it sent through her body. She didn’t know how much more she could take. Warm tears were pushing their way onto her eyelashes, and she could hardly breathe from laughing.

But a moment later, it all stopped. The blood was gone from her stomach, her cuts no longer sore. San exhaled, letting out a low whine through her nose, and leafed through an adjacent wad of plants. She quickly bound her belly with rags of the stuff, and allowed the natural herbs to seep in and soothe her. The water and air around the Princess were still once again. The forest’s anxiety had calmed.

She was safe.

One final, gentle lick against her cheek, to let her know she was family.

San leaned her head back and spread her arms until only her face was above the pond’s surface. It was relaxing, and she wasn’t looking forward to getting up and walking again…at least, not for a few more moments. Her senses dulled in the water’s embrace, but a buzzing numbness still hovered on her abdomen…she could almost feel the tickling.

Thank the Forest Spirit that’s over…

Then she heard her mother’s muffled call reverberate through the water.

“Come, San. We must go.”

Moaning, San rose to a standing position…she stumbled at first…but her mother’s teeth lifted her onto her brother’s back, and away the family went.

Before she was to be taken to the dressmakers’ room for her wedding gown, Haru chose instead to greet some of the many denizens of the Cat Kingdom. They were all tremendously excited - while most of them occupied space in the world of man, they’d never had humans of their size around, not for any significant amount of time.

Soon she was surrounded by a sea of furry tails and twitching whiskers. At first it didn't bother her...she talked, fielded questions, it was all normal...but then the cats all started to get...closer. Uncomfortably close. A nervous tingle crept up the back of Haru’s neck. She wasn't great with crowds at the best of times, even if they were all cats.

One of the precocious felines held her wrist still out of nowhere and gently scratched up her arm.

"How do you go through life without any fur? Your skin is so smooth..."

“Wh…what are you…” Haru stammered.

“Humans always pet us but we never get to pet them!”

Another set of paws were on her.

“Ah!! H-hey!” Haru tried to protest, but her nerves were already frayed.

“I’ve always wanted a pretty school uniform like that,” purred one of them, who grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled.

“How do humans only have fur up here? I’ve always wanted to know!” demanded another, with a sudden yank on Haru’s hair.

“Ow! Leave me alone!”

“What’s this?” gasped a young native cat, who had no experience with humans at all. It lifted Haru’s ankle up off the ground and removed her shoe with bug-eyed curiosity. “She doesn’t have paws at all!”

“N-no; no, nonononono, please don’t touch my feet, please don’t-HNNNG! *squeak* Heheh-Huhuh Heh-Heh Hn!! Huh-Hn!” Haru’s desperate begging gave way to uncomfortable giggles. The teeming swarm of cats continued to undulate around her, brushing their tails against her, touching her, grabbing her clothes…she was more anxious than ever. All she wanted to do was run home to her bed and curl up in a ball.

“A-Ahhhh! Haha-Haha!! L-let me go! Please let me go!” she whined.

In a fit of inspired panic, Haru threw out her arms, knocking many of the cats aside like bowling pins, and dashed away down the hall. She looked rather silly, her arms outstretched as she ran with high steps.

It wasn’t until Haru was alone in a dark corner that she finally decided to stop. She couldn’t believe she’d made such an embarrassing scene; right before meeting the royal court! What would they think? They were all meowing and tittering amongst themselves down the hall; surely they must have been gossiping. The thought made Haru groan and slump to the floor, head in hands.

She then noticed a different meow…a closer one. One that sounded silly, small, and vaguely fat. Natoru was standing there next to her.

Guess it was true what they said about cats teleporting.

“So sorry we made you uncomfortable. That’s how we gatherings of cats greet one another. Nuzzling and close contact are important parts of our lives,” Natoru explained.

“But doesn’t that tickle you?” Haru asked.

“Hmmm…I suppose I’ve never thought about it before.”

They blinked at each other.

“Come on, the seamstresses wanna talk to you.”

Rain.

Tap, tap, tap.

The window of Shawn’s room rattled. It wasn’t a downpour, but it was hard enough to make too much noise. The boy kept getting distracted with fleeting glances out at animals scurrying under pots and bushes, all in a mad frenzy to escape the rain, and it frustrated Arrietty. The little Borrower was trying to show off her new dress, and he was looking at animals! Honestly, the nerve. Boys.

She stood on his nightstand and coughed to get his attention, then pirouetted for him more than once. (She was too proud of her work to acknowledge that it looked exactly the same as her usual red outfit, just slightly less worn.) A smile lit up Shawn’s face. He was clearly tired, but still trying to spend time with her.

"Wow," he remarked. "It's amazing how detailed your little clothes are. I don't think a normal human could make something like that."

The curious lad extended his finger toward her to touch the intricately-sewn red fabric. He didn't mean anything by it. But much to his surprise, his tiny friend yelped.

“AHH!”

She stumbled back and nearly fell back over a spool of thread…she’d brought it with her as an auxiliary chair. With a mighty shove her hand managed to push Shawn’s finger aside, and she felt butterflies barrel-rolling in her guts where he had grazed her.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” the boy asked.

“No, no, it’s alright,” Arrietty laughed as she dusted off her skirt. “It just tickles!”

“….Hmmm….”

The Borrower looked up at her friend. At first his face was still. Nonchalant. But as that moment drew on, a mischievous smile grew bigger and bigger on him that made Arrietty freeze in her tracks. For five solid seconds, the two locked eyes.

Silence.

“….No,” Arrietty blurted out. “No. I hate it.”

With her Lilliputian stature, it didn’t take much effort for Shawn to push her over onto her back with little resistance. His fingertip pressed down very gently into Arrietty’s abdomen, fully occupying the chasm between her ribcage and her hips, and it rubbed tiny circles all around in her tender spots.

“AAAHH! *gasp* Ah…ah-HA-Ha; Aha-Haha Ha-Ha! Hehey! Hey; don’t do that!” Arrietty cried out in laughter. The pressure on her tummy wasn’t firm enough to cause pain, but it did limit how deeply she could draw in air. Her legs kicked and flailed in all directions and she twisted her torso around, hoping to free herself, but there was no overpowering a giant of Shawn’s size. She laughed hysterically, her belly trembling from constant stimulation.

“Heheh-Ha-Heh; Haha-Haha Ha! Sh-hawn, stop! St-hop it or I’ll stab you!” she squealed, reaching for her pin sword.

Shawn just laughed and withdrew his finger from her stomach. Arrietty’s limbs collapsed to the table and she slowly regained her composure with loud, heaving breaths. But to her surprise, she wasn't angry. If anything she felt strangely elated, re-energized.

“I’m sorry,” Shawn offered her with a smile. “I didn’t want to make you upset. But I like your laugh.”

He offered her his upturned palm, and she eventually stood and hopped onto it. It took a second for her to brush her hair out of her eyes.

"You can't do that," she told him, trying to be stern. "Unless you want to find out what it's like to be tickled by a Borrower." Arrietty squeezed the air with all ten fingers. She wanted it to look like she was threatening to tickle him, but it looked more like she was groping something.

"How's that different from normal?" laughed Shawn.

"They say it's something no human can stand. It's much worse than when a normal human tickles you...like little ants crawling all over your insides," his friend teased him, grinning broadly.

"Ha-Ha! Sorry, but I don't see how you can possibly get me back. Not at your size."

But Arrietty's eyebrows were turning down into a sinister slant. Cockiness danced in her smile, and Shawn noticed. Wait...could she really do something to him that was worse than being tickled by a human? Or was she just teasing him? The thought was troubling. He tried not to show it, but when Arrietty suddenly broke into a jog and ran past his wrist, he gasped out loud.

Almost without his control, his opposite hand swung down and slapped his forearm. In a brief moment of terror, the thought crossed his mind that, had he moved just a microsecond faster, he could have squished her flat. But the young Borrower was nothing if not a quick and nimble climber. At full sprint she clambered up to his shoulder, swung herself below to his tricep, and slid down his side like a fire pole.

“Naaaahhh, Heheh!” Shawn involuntarily shivered.

In a flash, Arrietty was striding atop the rim of Shawn’s trousers, still underneath his shirt, and she began to squeeze and poke any spot on his tummy she could reach.

“Cootchie cootchie cooo-ooooo!” she teased, in the loudest and most sing-songy voice she could muster.

“H-Heh! Heha-Ha! Heh! Arrietty, quit it!” Shawn chuckled helplessly. It took every ounce of willpower he had to not instinctively swat at his stomach. His whole body tensed up into a jagged sprawl as he slowly retreated to the headboard of his bed…one wrong move, one tense reflex, and he would hurt her.

“H-Heheh-Heh! Hneh! …Haha! No, don’t go there!” Even his laughter was soft and weak. Arrietty was rapturously pinching up his abdomen and scribbling a whole hand in his belly button.

“Oh no; looks like somebody’s ticklish!” Arrietty laughed. “Cootchie cooooot-chiiiie!”

“Heh! Haha! Ok, ok, I’m sorry!”

The bottom-most button on his shirt began to rustle. It twisted about until, as if on its own, it freed itself from its bonds, and out of the resulting hole popped Arrietty, wearing the most triumphant grin you could ever find.

The two friends couldn't help but laugh all over again, until they lost themselves again in the sound of rain hitting the window.

This movie isn’t very good but I kinda like the characters. Mostly.

Erica/Earwig had intensely mixed thoughts about her mother. She adored her band’s music, and to have a witch in her own bloodline…! That was a treat. But abandoning Erica as an infant and then popping back into her life as if nothing had happened? That was harder to swallow. And leafing through Bella Yaga’s spell books did nothing to quell those simmering emotions.

“Playing some childish prank on your mother is going to accomplish…what, exactly?” Thomas the cat murmured disinterestedly.

Erica ignored him. Her forefinger traced down the worn and crinkled pages.

“Hmm…these are all useless! A spell to make your nose run, a potion to make your tongue turn different colors….ooo! ‘Giggle Juice’…that might work!”

“Please don’t bother me any more with this. I’m not going to help you.”

“Oh, what do you know?”

***** *****

The next morning, Earwig’s mother came by to visit and sat down to a cup of tea.

“Good morning, Mandrake,” she whispered demurely. The Mandrake made some sort of middle-aged coughing noise and tried to hide his shyness behind a newspaper.

The teacup slowly touched the red-haired witch’s lips, but something about the scalding liquid didn’t taste right. It was almost bubbly, with a hint of some exotic berry.

With a sudden gulp, the older witch crashed to the floor. It felt as if dozens of small, childlike fingers were tickling all over her belly, and the sensation only spread to other parts of her body with each passing moment. She could feel it under her arms and beneath her feet. As The Mandrake and Bella Yaga spun around in shock, their former bandmate bucked against the ground with the full force of her back.

“Oh-Ho-Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! Heh…Huhuh-Haha! Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha!” she laughed helplessly. Her legs stomped and kicked, but this did no good to free her from the spell. She didn’t even notice that Earwig had appeared in the doorway behind her.

“Ha! Take that, mother!” Earwig cried out in triumph.

“Erica!! Have you given her Giggle Juice?!” Bella shouted angrily, her face turning a splotchy maroon color.

“Well, sure! But you can fix it.”

Her mother kept rolling around on the floor, laughing like a little schoolgirl. Yaga looked ready to pop like a zit.

“Yeh…th….I don’t just have antidote made for this! Nobody ever orders it! It’s going to have to make some from scratch!”

Earwig looked down at her mom and suddenly became concerned. She hadn’t considered that.

“Oh…um…how long will that take?” she asked sheepishly. Bella Yaga’s eyes clenched shut with exasperation. Her response was blunt and parental.

“A while.”

And she stormed off to her potion room.

The Mandrake was actively avoiding looking at either of them.

Earwig looked down at the laughing mess of long limbs and mountainous crimson curls beneath her. Her stomach sank all the way down to her feet, and Thomas threw her a glare that said “What now, stupid?”

“Errr…s-sorry, mummy.”

“See, Jiji, you’re doing great!” Kiki cried out in excitement. “Isn’t this fun?”

It was her cat’s first time up with her for a full high-off-the-ground flight. They were due to leave on their important trip in about a month, but Kiki was determined to practice as much as possible before then. Jiji was staring out into the blue yonder from the end of the broom handle, frozen, sweat dripping from his ears.

“Mm-mm. No. My idea of fun is sitting back at home with a saucer of warm milk and making faces at your mother’s customers when they aren’t looking,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Oh, you’re such a sourpuss,” Kiki told him, unmoved. Her pink apron flapped around carelessly in the breeze. “You’re gonna be fine, see? You’ve been getting better.”

“Yeah. Closer to earth.”

“I promise you’ll be fine. Just don’t look down!”

(Morgan Freeman voice) He did.

Jiji let out a hissing “MRRRAAOW!!” leapt into the air, and flailed his limbs in all directions. Struggling to stay still and suffering from vertigo, the cat clung to his owner’s olive dress for dear life, but the waving fabric was too formless for him to grab a firm foothold.

“Owww! Hey - calm down! Leave me alo - Jiji!” Kiki gasped. She’d begun to wobble in the air - maintaining a firm grip with one hand while trying to grab her panicking pet with the other was impossible.

As she bent down to squeeze her broom tighter, Kiki suddenly felt the cat’s claws digging into her skin. He scrambled over her shoulder and down her back and scratched her, still hyperventilating, all over her sides. Her ribs. Her back. But her dress was lessening the impact…it felt soft, aggressive, more like poking. She tried to hold still, but the teen witch exploded into laughter.

“Ahh! Ah HA-Ha Ha-Ha Ha!! Stahop! *gasp* That’s not FAI-hair!” Kiki wailed. “Heh-Ha-Heh! Ah-Huh!”

“GAAHHH Help me help me help me!” yelped Jiji, ignoring her and still scrambling.

“Huhuh-Heh…Ah-Heh! *gasp**gasp* Haha-HAAAA Ha-Ha! NO-Ho-Ho!”

The broomstick rattled around in Kiki’s hands, pointing chaotically in all directions like a broken compass. She was trembling and squirming and belly-laughing loudly while her ultra-ticklish sides were scratched, and she couldn’t concentrate enough to stay still in the air.

"Kiki, look out!" Jiji roared as he finally managed to wrap four limbs and a tail around his mistress' broom.

When she opened her eyes, no longer overcome with tickling, the young witch saw that the two of them were shooting toward the grass like a meteorite.

She shrieked and yanked bank on her broom's handle until the crude vehicle skidded to a horizontal position. But it didn't slow down. It was going straight, mere feet above the grass, but they were still flying faster than the wind. The broom thrashed as if it wanted to fly away on its own, threatening every second to rub splinters into its owner’s palms. Kiki's hair whipped around behind her, nearly untangling itself her red bow.

"Hold on, Jiji!" she cried. Kiki kicked her legs, trying to make contact with the ground. Her toes barely grazed the tips of the flowers beneath her. If she touched down wrong, she would twist her ankle beyond repair. Who knows when she’d be able to fly out on her own again? Her mother would never let her!

It was then they noticed that they were headed straight for an enormous tree, almost as wide as a car.

As the broom’s speed finally began to falter, Kiki found herself running comfortably astride it. With a firm surface beneath her at last she dug her heels into the grass as hard as she could, but nothing was slowing her down fast enough. It was like riding a rodeo bronco. Dirt splattered against her socks. The broom’s bristles stood on end.

The witch and her cat both screamed.

They were slowing down.

The broom wasn’t pulling away from her any longer.

With stiff, jittering movements they coasted to a stop…less than 5 feet from the massive tree trunk. It was over.

Kiki fell down to her knees in the grass, still straddled atop her instrument. Both girl and kitten breathed heavily to slow down the pounding in their chests.

“Are you alright Jiji?” Kiki asked, throwing a worried look behind her. She was still surprised by all of it. But there was Jiji, standing perfectly still, his fur pointing in all directions and unblinking eyes the size of plates. He looked like a black pufferfish with legs.

“Jiji! You know how ticklish my tummy is!” Kiki chastised him, panicked and rather louder than she intended. “If I’m going to have a cat on a broomstick with me you can’t freak out like that all the time!”

“Look…all I’m saying is, if God had intended for cats and witches to fly on brooms, he wouldn’t have invented the Wright Brothers.”

Kiki wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so she let it go.

After a particularly long overnight shift at the old folks’ home (though this time, thankfully, Koichi was at home to look after the kids) Lisa was unable to keep her eyes open. Two of her coworkers wandered into the visitor center not long after daybreak to find her slumped over against the curved white desk, occasionally snoring.

“Hey, Lisa, get up! Toki set the TV on fire!” shouted Carrie, a pretty redhead.

Nothing. Lisa just burbled something inaudible...it looked like there was drool in the corner of her mouth.

“She works way too hard here,” Tomoko (a brunette with long hair and a playful light in her eye) observed. The swiveling chair at the table had been cranked to a slightly high elevation, which forced Lisa to sleep on her tiptoes. Her pink shoes lay half-discarded flat on the floor, only able to house her toes beneath the creaking seat. She was slumped so far forward that the chair had seriously considered rolling back and allowing her butt to drop to the ground.

“Well, she’ll definitely be glad to know what time it is,” continued the brunette.

“Wanna wake her up and tell her?”

The two tapped Lisa on the back, then grabbed her by the shoulder and gently shook her, but it wasn't working. Their efforts were only returned with gentle snores.

Suddenly, Carrie got an idea. Looking like a kid at Christmas, she knelt by the desk and got a good look at her friend's tummy, revealed slightly by the dangling rim of her blue shirt. Carrie bent her hands into crab claws that carefully, silently nipped at their prey, squeezing Lisa’s malleable sides…just below the ribs.

Lisa squirmed.

“Mmmmm, Hmhm, Hm,” she giggled through sealed lips. Even in her sleep her mouth twisted itself around to avoid smiling. It wasn’t enough to fully stir her.

“Come on Lisa; wakey wakey,” Carrie laughed. The redhead pinched and wiggled her fingers even more, this time shuffling under Lisa’s belly. Not too meanly of course....just enough to make her laugh.

“Hmhm! Hmm, Hmm, MMHM-Hmhm Hm!”

“Drastic measures,” remarked Carrie's partner, bent over in mid-stoop. Tomoko plopped herself down on the floor by their sleepy friend’s opposite side, the better to get a good opening.

Lisa’s right leg had a slight tapping movement to it. Still supported entirely on the ball of her foot, her arch was exposed to prying eyes. Lisa had big feet, and her coworkers sometimes teased her about it. It didn't bother her; she had a good sense of humor about herself...though it did mean that she had tempting targets for a tickle attack. The thought made Tomoko chuckle to herself as she reached forward.

Tomoko’s index finger pressed into the dead center of Lisa’s foot, and slowly traced crude shapes…triangles, perhaps figure eights…in her arch.

Something horked up in the back of Lisa’s throat, stirred by the sudden jolt of energy. She stuttered to life like a car engine.

“Hnk! GkkHnhn, Hmhm-Heheh-Haha Ha-Ha Ha-Ha!” She was awake.

“Ohhh, now we’ve got her!” teased Tomoko.

“Heh-Heh! Heh-Heh Ha-Ha! Wh-hut…what are doing?”

“You fell asleep again!” Carrie informed Lisa, still pinching every tender pressure point in reach.

“Heheh-Heheh! Gkk! Hn Hee-Hee Hee! *cough* Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha! Hihih! Oh my g-ha-hod; Ha-Heh!” Lisa’s bubbly, sweet laughter always made her coworkers smile. She wriggled around like a fish on a hook, but her arms and legs refused to fight back…partially from drowsiness, partially because she was having fun.

“You’ve gotta go home; your shift’s over!”

"Heehee-HEE-Hee!! *gasp* Heh-Heh Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha! Heh! Ok-hay, I...gaahhhh, not there; Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! Alright, I'm up!"

Lisa's cheek still rested on the white desk. She stayed lying there for a moment to accustom her eyes to the morning sunlight, still giggling. That is, until Carrie pulled a strand of hair out of Lisa's mouth and poked her in the side again. It was like an electric shock that made her jump and squeal again.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead," Tomoko laughed.

Pressing her palms into the table, the overworked mother finally managed to hoist herself up, with a satisfying stretch and back crack.

"Heh...If anything can get me energized in the morning, it's you two girls. I wish I had your early riser zest."

“We really are better than an alarm clock and coffee.” Carrie flashed a thumbs-up.

“Hey, I’m warnin' ya…you come after me again looking to start a tickle fight, you’re gonna lose! I'm a champ,” Lisa’s confident and threatening boast was hindered somewhat by the smirk still pulling at her mouth.

“Heheh! Go on, get outta here; go see your kid.”

Tomoko slapped Lisa on the back.

“You sure you’re ok?”

“James’ll be here in like 20 minutes; the seniors are fine! Seriously, just be glad you don’t have to stay ‘til noon today.”

Lisa nodded.

Slinging on her jacket and purse, and after a quick check to make sure she hadn’t forgotten her keys (again), she waved “Bye girls!” one last time, and headed for the door.

“Sooo, my 14th birthday is coming up soon. What did you get me?” Kiki asked playfully.

She and Tombo were hanging in her apartment above Osono’s bakery. The radio chirped softly on the table. Kiki was practicing her sewing (there was a surprising number of stuffed animals that got screwed up on her delivery routes) while Tombo reclined on the bed and read a magazine about aeronautics. The boy looked at her and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“I can’t tell you, it’s a surprise!” he answered, smiling that goofy smile at her.

*****

“Heh! Haha-Haha! K-heh, Kiki, cut it out!” laughed Tombo.

“Hmhm-Hm! Uh-oh; what if I find your tihickle spot? Heehee-Heehee-Hee!” Kiki giggled uncontrollably. Her fingers were pinching in Tombo’s ribs, and she blushed every time she bent down and blew a raspberry on his tummy. (She tried not to do that too often, but she couldn't help herself.) He was squirming around like a cat lying on its back…though seemingly not super-determined to escape.

“Heh-Heh Ha…Ha-Heh! Ok-hay, I’ll tell, I’ll tell!”

Jiji's eyes rolled. Humans.

Studio Ghibli just has the cutest and most lovable characters. Everything about Miyazaki's body of work just oozes charm. I love writing mini-fics for these, and probably will do more in the future if you guys like these ones too. ^^

[ethereousdelirious]

Can you write more gatsby whump? I would LOVE a fic where Nick takes the bullet for Gatsby

This one turned out short but aahhh I really hope you like it!!

When the night was through and the sun began to shine in earnest: first golden fingers peeking out over the treetops, then pinks and oranges as it began to pull itself up, banishing the blue of the night, then finally the brilliant white of summer, only then did Nick look at his watch. He'd felt the moment creeping up on him with the approach of the sun, his gaze finding the window behind Jay Gatsby's head as they ate and talked in intimate murmurs despite their solitude. The thought of leaving set little rivulets of dread crawling across his skin. In the darkness and despite all evidence to the contrary, the clock seemed to have stopped. He could sit here with Jay for hours, the two of them locked into this small eternity while the sun crawled across the sky and the world went on without them.

When he lifted his eyes from his watch, Nick found a guarded expression on Jay's face. He didn't say anything, though, just looked down at Nick's wrist, then back up at Nick in silent longing.

Nick felt the fire in his own eyes. 12 minutes to his train. He could make it if he hurried. "I have work," he said apologetically, making no move to get up.

"I understand," Jay said, looking at Nick with a gaze that said he truly meant it.

Neither one of them moved.

They might have remained there forever had a sudden breeze not stirred a few leaves from their branches and sent them spiraling past the window. Nick leaned over to watch them and Jay turned as well to see what had caught his companions eye.

"We ought to go for a swim," Jay said. "I haven't used my pool once this summer."

Nick watched the leaves fly by and suppressed an anticipatory shiver. But he was in the habit of saying 'yes,' especially to Jay, and today did not seem like the day to start making changes.

It was warmer outside than Nick had anticipated, and the breeze, which had seemed so monstrous before, only tickled the bare skin of his arms and legs. Jay was as untouchable as ever, lounging with regal ease on a pneumatic mattress he'd fetched from the garage. Nick was content to watch from the side of the pool with only his legs in the water, occasionally giving the mattress a gentle kick when it came near to make it spin.

"Who needs Coney Island?" Jay muttered once, mirth shining in his blue eyes.

When they had both grown bored with lounging, they took turns diving for tossed rocks, seeing how many they could gather up before surfacing for air.

Nick's hands made messy prints on the concrete when he hauled himself up, breathless and laughing, his hair dripping into his face. "I can't keep up with you, Jay," he panted, content, for the moment, to leave his troubles in the Valley of Ashes.

Jay smiled at him from the water, the mattress having run itself aground on the steps. "You just need practice. Next summer, I'll train you. Swimming, sailing—" he paused, then added with an apologetic smile, "—golf."

Nick scooped up the double handful of rocks he had brought up with him. "In the meantime, you can show me how it's done." With a gentle toss, the rocks rained down into the water with small splashes like a sudden summer hailstorm.

Jay's blond head disappeared beneath the water a few moments later and he became a blur of colors.

The gunshots shattered the scene in Nick's head, forced him back in time. He relived months in one split second, shots fragmenting the French countryside, soldiers holding the line. In a blink, he was back by the pool, still gazing into the water as a searing sensation began to spread through his side. A lattice of red traveled slowly through the clear water and Jay was still down there, but he was coming up fast, too fast— Nick wanted to flinch, but his body wouldn't let him. If anything, he seemed to be sliding forward as gray fog rolled gently at the corners of his vision.

Then the sun was in his eyes and he was gritting his teeth and shaking in his effort to keep still while Jay leaned into him, pressing a towel to the bright epicenter of pain in Nick's side. His whole body shuddered despite the sun, which shone painfully in his eyes. He tried not to look at it.

"Stay with me, Nick." Jay was paler than Nick had ever seen him, blond hair hanging in his face and sending droplets of water onto Nick's chest.

Nick laughed and thought he might have tasted blood on his breath, but that could also have been the smell of it hanging heavy in the summer air. "I think…" He broke off, wincing at the fresh wave of searing pain that tore through him.

"Don't try to talk," Jay said softly, his eyes wide and blue and ardent.

Nick shook his head, the ghost of laughter still pulling his lips up. "I think that's the first time you've used my name," he rasped, gazing into those jewel-colored irises.

"You can laugh about it all you like when—" Jay seemed to catch himself and broke off. "Later."

There was a moment of silence between them and Jay's forehead dipped and dipped and dipped until they were nose-to-nose. Nick's pulse hammered in his side where Jay had not released any of the pressure on the blood-soaked towel. The millimeters between his lips and Jay's might as well have been a mile for the strength it took to close the gap.

The sound of a siren drew them apart and Nick closed his eyes, half hoping it wouldn't arrive in time. Dead men never had to explain themselves. 

But when the fog cleared and the pain sliced through the sweet morphine haze, when the white of the hospital came into stark relief, Jay was waiting for him, and no explanation was needed.

[wenseulbear]

Unexpected love (gxg)

I was sitting on the couch of the shared apartment with the Red Velvet members. I was their manager that they got along with a lot more than others. I usually sleep on their off days but something about today was just different.

Wendy was next to me, Irene was making lunch, joy and yeri were planning a prank on Seulgi once again, as Seulgi was taking a little long in her room for just getting dressed. So, i went to get up as i try to make my way upstairs to Seulgi but Wendy pulls my arm back quickly.

“Y-you wouldn’t wanna go there. U-uh LETS PLAY JUST DANCE!!” She says in a hurry as now im curious about what Seulgi’s doing upstairs alone. My eyes widen at a thought as Wendy looks slightly scared.

“Dont think like that shes too innocent!!” She slaps my arm as i slightly chuckle at her. “Then why am i not allowed to check on her hm?” I say while trying to pull it out of Wendy slowly. “S-shes just doing some work.” She said while picking her fingers making it obvious that shes lying.

“Wendy youre lying and im going up there either way.” I said while making my way up the stairs as Wendy is behind me with her head low. As i go near her room i hear a familiar voice in the room owned by the one and only Seulgi. 

The noises were loud and obvious of what she was really doing in her room and not getting dressed. The more i stand there Wendy gets overwhelmed and quietly walks downstairs. I continue to listen to figure out who’s getting her these ways especially for her innocence. 

“A-aahhh!! Y/n-ahh mmmh!” She moans and groans out as I am now standing there in shock. As i hear her finish up and clean her hands walking towards her door. I begin to panic as i hide in Irene’s room hoping Seulgi didn’t notice.

I hear Seulgi walk downstairs as i wait for her to go further as i slide down them quietly. Walking past her to see her reaction as i notice her thighs are still quite shaky. Then look at her making eye contact with her for her head to drop down with red spread on her cheeks.

I rub her back to see what she’d do as i feel her lay her head in my neck. “Hey hey bear you okay?” I say trying to make her comfortable.”yes princess” i hear her mumble as i blush hard looking to the side.

“should we take you to your room or the couch to let you rest up a bit?” I say knowing what she would want. “Bed please my back hurts.” I wonder why aish. I bring her upstairs laying her down on her bed as i notice she pulls me down.

“youre cute..” she says smirking and kissing my neck chuckling at me as i flinched. “S-seul ill lose my job-” she kissed me as i was speaking. Kang Seulgi kissing ME in her room ugh. 

As the kiss starts getting heated her tongue joins the party as she begins getting fully on top of me. Her body even more perfect than a model. She slowly kisses down my body unbuttoning my shirt as she went down.

My top was off and somewhere in her room as she was making hickey after hickey down my stomach and along my hip bone. Her lips feel so good on my skin. 

I realize the prank Joy and yeri was suppose to plan was watching seulgi. I get up quickly and slide my shirt on and see a camera in her room i grab it and show seulgi. “pornos berry and happy got you again?” 

she stands there shocked and scared. “what if they seen- o-oh my-” she runs out flustered and mad. As i stand there laughing loudly knowing what she was talking about.

As im standing there i hear irene.

“KANG SEULGI GET YOUR FUCKING ASS DOWN HERE”

shit shes mad-.

pt 2 soon :)