#i'm so excited pls don't let this flop

[taegularities]

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[sturn-saturn]

The Vegas Affair

pairing: matt x fem!reader

warnings: drinking, dry humping, that’s it i think???

a/n: in honor of the triplets turning 21 me and @flouvela collabed on this little fic. be nice pls and happy reading!!

WORD COUNT: 1,803

people always say, "what happens in vegas, stays in vegas."

and boy, were they right.

the whole crew was here. me, sam, colby, tara, jake, johnnie, larray, nick, matt, and chris. we're all here in vegas to celebrate the triplets' 21st birthday. they originally weren't going to do anything, but you only turn 21 once, right?

we all got settled into our hotel, and i'm rooming with matt on this trip; while getting ready for the night, he got a call from the front desk saying the party bus was here to pick us up.

matt and i go out into the hall, knock on our friends' doors, and run to the elevator, telling them the bus is here. i'm super excited because i've never been to parties like this.

we finally pile onto the party bus as the music fills our ears. matt pulls out his digital camera, a relic in the age of smartphones. he's determined to capture every wild moment that happens tonight.

though their career is based on social media, and they put out videos every week, matt wanted to vlog something for him and his brothers to remember: a night with the people he loves.

larray pops the champagne, which catches us all by surprise. "alright bitches! it's time we take over vegas!" we all cheer and hold our glasses out for him to fill.

jake, being jake, gets up and messes with the stripper pole, with johnnie smacking his ass to hype him up while we let out a laugh.

tara and i were in charge of documenting the night for the three boys, taking turns to capture the moments they may want to look back on.

the bus suddenly stopped, signaling our arrival at the nightclub.

this nightclub felt like walking into another world. the strobes of light switching from side to side, the music blasting in our ears, the colorful, sparkly outfits the party girls are wearing, and so much more.

the crew and i stood still to take it all in, and we looked at each other. "i don't know about y'all, but i'm gonna get fucked up!" larray yells, pushing past us as he gets a hold of nick's hand.

after four rounds of shots, we are all completely drunk. i take a hold of matt's camera and turn it around to capture this moment.

"how you feeling party boy?!" i yell over the music.

"i f-feel fine." he yells back, stuttering. "holy fuck. y/n... AM I DRUNK?!"

"you absolutely are," i laugh at him.

he reaches into the pocket of his pants and pulls out his shades that he had on earlier in the day. he puts them on and smiles at the camera, crossing his arms.

"WOAHH LOOK AT MR. COOL GUY OVER HERE!" chris yells as i point the camera at him.

i'm not sure what it is; it may be the alcohol rushing through my body, or maybe the crush i've had on matt for years, but the tattoos that cover his arms, the all-black outfit he has on, and the shades resting on the bridge of his nose are making me feel the things i've been trying to ignore for so long.

"you look so hot," i mumble.

"what was that?" matt asks, as he stands up, hovering over my small frame.

"o-oh, i just said it's so hot in here," i let out an awkward giggle.

"wanna get some air?" he asks, tilting his head to the side.

"no, no, it's okay. i'll be fine," i say, smiling up at him.

matt and i catch up with the rest of our friends, and we have the time of our lives. at that moment, all i can think about is how grateful i am to have found such amazing people.

we returned to the hotel and hugged each other goodnight, heading to our rooms. i place matt's digital camera on the desk as matt and i flopped on our shared bed. i grabbed my head as i winced from the pain from hitting my head on the pillow.

"holy fuck, i feel like my head is about to explode," he slurs.

"i know exactly how you feel right now," i replied, eyes shut.

"hey, y/n," matt calls out. i looked at him, "hey, matt," i replied, copying the tone of his voice.

"you looked really pretty tonight," he says, looking at me.

my cheeks flush into a rosy pink as our eyes meet, my heart beating faster than ever.

"you just looked so carefree and so beautiful. i love seeing you have fun and just be you," he whispers, his hand reaching out to tuck my stray hairs away from my face.

"matty, are you confessing to me right now?" i joke, to cover up how nervous i am at that moment.

"maybe i am," his eyes, holding an intense gaze.

"you're drunk, you fool," i say, averting my gaze away from him.

"so are you, y/n." matt looks deep into my eyes and smashes his lips against mine. my mind took a second to realize what was happening before i kissed back.

he hovers over me as i hook my ankles around his waist, flipping him over. i straddle him, rocking my hips swiftly against his clothed cock, the friction of his jeans sending me to the edge.

he grabs my hips, rutting his cock against my pussy. i let out a choked moan, "feels so good." matt licks a stripe on my neck and i feel him smirk, "does it?" he repeats the same action, filling the room with sounds of heavy breathing and me chanting matt's name like it's a mantra.

unbeknownst to us, the digital camera is still filming and caught every sound we made.

"mine," matt whispers in my ear. the word echoing then the world turns black.

i wake up to the sun shining through the blinds of the hotel room. my head was pounding from all the alcohol i consumed last night. i turn over to see matt's side of the bed empty. i get up from my spot and walk to the bathroom.

"oh good, you're awake," matt says, as he spits the toothpaste in his mouth into the sink. "breakfast ends in an hour, so we should head downstairs soon."

i nod, feeling a little off. matt picked up on it and asked, "y/n, what's wrong? did you sleep alright?"

"i don't know but something feels... off? i don't know how to explain it," i replied, scratching my head as i sit on the bathroom counter, waiting for matt to finish his morning routine.

"maybe, you just need some food in you, sweetheart," he says, smiling softly.

"yeah, maybe," i reply, returning his smile.

after breakfast, matt and i decided to go to nick and chris' room with the digital camera to transfer the footage into nick's laptop. though they aren't uploading it we want to see the affairs from last night on a bigger screen.

"alright, this should transfer onto my laptop in like five minutes," nick claps his hands together.

once the footage is transferred, nick presses play, and we all sit on the couch of the hotel room with our eyes glued to the screen.

there she was, tara with a mic in her hands drunkenly singing the 90's song, "always be my baby" by mariah carey. we all laugh when nick picks up a mic and joins her.

the second clip is larray on the sidewalk, teaching sam and colby "his cool dance moves," as he liked to call them.

following clip was matt and i, attempting a makeshift dance routine and engaging in a heartfelt conversation about our friendship and the future.

"oh my god," matt groaned, burying his face in his hands as we all laughed.

"awh, matty, i'm glad you're my best friend too," i tease him, rubbing his back.

the next clip was matt with his shades on again and attempting to do some michael jackson moves with his leather jacket on.

"ok, guys, enough. this is so embarrassing," he says, laughing.

"wait, there's one more clip," chris says, pointing to the laptop.

we all shift our direction to the screen.

"wait, turn it up," nick says.

all our faces drop in unison as our ears are filled with moans and groans that obviously belong to matt and me.

"no, no, no, no," i say, getting up and running out of the hotel room.

i run to our room and locked myself in the bathroom, crying because of the embarrassment i felt.

i suddenly hear a knock on the door. "y/n... it's me, matt. can i come in?"

i unlock the door to let him in and he closes it behind him.

"y/n. what do you feel right now? hm?" he asks, crouching in front of me on the floor.

"i don't know. I feel embarrassed that your brothers saw that, and I didn't know the camera was still on. i'm so sorry, matt," i rambled as i sob into my hands.

"hey, look at me," he says, lifting my chin with his finger and wiping my tears away.

"you have nothing to be sorry for sweetheart. your feelings are valid. is there anything i can do to make you feel better?"

"i don't know. it's just.. i-i've liked you for so long, and maybe last night was a mistake, maybe it wasn't. if you want to forget about it, i can do that. i can act like it never happened."

"hey, hey, hey y/n. i enjoyed last night. i just want to make sure you're alright. the camera being on was just a mistake, i'm not upset about that, alright? and i've liked you for a while too, you know," he smiles at me, trying his best to comfort me.

we sit on the bathroom floor for a bit before we hear nick and chris on the other side of the door asking if they can come in as well.

matt unlocks the door to the bathroom and the other two walk in.

"are you okay, y/n?" nick asks.

"yeah, just a little embarrassed, i guess," i say looking down.

"well, you know what they say 'what happens in vegas, stays in vegas'" chris says, a smug smile on his face.

"oh, fuck off!" me, nick, and matt yell, looking at chris and we all burst out into laughter.

one thing i'll forever be grateful for is having these three boys in my life. we made a silent vow to cherish the everlasting memories we made last night with our favorite people.

well, i guess vegas have brought us all closer in more ways than one, if you know what i mean.

[lucy90712]

can u pls pls pls write a fluff about reader congratulating pedri for being one of the team captain it would be so cute

A/n: this is short I'm sorry I just couldn't think of what else to write 

"We get to vote for the captains of the team tomorrow and I don't know who to vote for" Pedri said flopping down on the bed beside me

"You just have to vote for whoever you think will be the best for the team like who will encourage everyone on the pitch during a tough match and who will calm things down when things get heated those are the people you want the be captains" I said 

"This is why I always come to you for things like this you always know the best answer to give" he said kissing my cheek 

"This one wasn't too difficult I just thought about what you would be like as the captain as I think you have the qualities to be a great captain" I said completely honestly 

"Thank you amor I don't think I'll be one of the captains though the other guys have a lot more experience than I do" he said 

"I know but one day you'll make a great captain and I'll be your biggest supporter" I said 

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After the team all voted for their captains I asked Pedri who he voted for which was no surprise then I asked when they find out and he said he didn't know and he hasn't told me since. I thought they would try and get it done before the start of the season but since the first game has already happened I guess not. 

The first home game is coming up this weekend which is the first game I'm going to this year which I'm really excited about. Pedri finally gave me one of his shirts so I have something to wear to the game now all that's missing is just knowing if Pedri is one of the captains. I know there are more experienced players on the team who would probably be voted in over Pedri but I really do think he has the right qualities to be a great captain even if he's young and less experienced now over the next few years he's going to make an excellent captain. 

I finished work early today as my boss let us leave after we finished a big project we've been working on for the last few months so I made it home before Pedri. Most of the time he's home before me and he'll start prepping things for dinner then we'll cook together but today the prep is my job as I'm home first. I actually don't mind prepping things I find it quite therapeutic as I can put music on and just be in my own world. Today I was so in my own world that I didn't hear Pedri's car pull into the driveway nor did I hear him enter the house. He then scared the shit out of me when he put his arms around my waist in fact he's lucky I didn't have a knife in my hand or else things could've gone badly. 

Once I my soul re-entered my body I turned around to face Pedri who was trying not to laugh at how much he'd scared me instead of asking if I was ok. For some reason he was wearing the new home kit so I assumed the team had a photoshoot or something. Then I noticed that he had something on his arm like a yellow and red band which confused me as I don't remember the shirt having that on it. That's when my brain started working properly and realised he had a captains armband and he's actually going to be a captain this year. Seeing that just filled me me excitement and pride, Pedri has been a barca fan since he was a kid so getting to be one of their captains is a huge achievement and that just makes me so proud of him. 

I must've been staring at his arm for a bit too long as Pedri laughing brought me back to reality and I threw my arms around him. He picked me up which allowed me to hug him tighter and I could kiss him all over his face as that's my way of showing him my excitement. The smile on his face told me everything I needed to know about how much this meant to him to even be considered worthy enough of the title. He put me down on the counter and I just admired the sight of him with his captains armband which looks so good on him.

"I can't believe you're a captain now I knew you had the right qualities and your teammates clearly agree" I said 

"It really feels great that the guys think I'm worthy of the armband although I probably won't play with it much it still means a lot" he said 

"Whether you play with the armband or not you are still a captain and you can motivate the team anytime you are on the pitch" I said 

"When did you find out?" I asked 

"Like last week the day we all voted we found out then" he said 

"And you hid it from me" I exclaimed 

"I'm sorry I thought it would be more fun to tell you when I had the armband as you believed in me being worth if this position more than I did" he said 

"I suppose I can forgive you mi capitán" I said 

"I could get used to that nickname" he smirked 

"Good because that's all I'm going to call you now" I smiled 

He leaned in and kissed my lips belfry he moved and let me off the counter so we could actually make dinner. I wanted to celebrate Pedri's captaincy so as we cooked we planned a special date night for his day off training as we like to do that to celebrate big achievements in our life and this is definitely one of them. 

[kiskisur]

hihi, if youre doing requests, can u do a wriothesley fluff? Anything is fine, just some wriothesley fluffy stuff, tysm

wriothesley's method

warnings: fluff, wriothesley x reader, stressed out reader

note: I had another request from ezra so I just took it

edited note: pls no more chinese

ANOTHER EDITED NOTE: I'M RECREATING IT HOLD ON IT HAS SOME ERRORS

You swing open the door, feeling the familiar warmth wash over you, casually taking off your bag and shutting the door behind you.

"I'm back!" you called out, expecting a rush of footsteps but instead, there was silence.

"Wriothesley?" you furrowed your brow, puzzled, as you approached the bedroom with caution.

You reached out, turned the doorknob, and gently pushed the door open, revealing a black-haired guy who, if you squinted, could pass for a sleeping wolf.

You couldn't help but smile, letting out a chuckle as you took soft steps toward him.

You admired his peaceful face for a moment, grateful to be home with someone you loved, before gently slipping the pillow he was hugging and replacing it with yourself.

You planted a tender kiss on his forehead and hummed, which seemed to wake him up.

His vision was still blurry as he tried to focus, and the first thing he saw was you.

His eyes widened, a smile immediately spreading across his face as he held onto you tightly.

"Welcome home, baby!" he cheered, still clutching onto you like there was no tomorrow, making you laugh.

"Hun, I can't breathe," you patted his back, signaling him to let go, and he pouted before obeying.

"How was your day? Did something happen? Are you okay?" he fired off a series of questions, scanning your body for any signs of harm and letting out a sigh of relief.

"I'm not hurt; I'm just stressed out, really. Nothing to worry about," you reassured, cupping his cheeks and giving him a peck on the lips, gazing at him with affection.

"Oh? What happened? Tell me everything!" he sat up, tilting his head slightly to the side, attentively listening to your rants and vents.

After letting out a frustrated sigh, you flopped down on the bed, groaning.

"It's just so stressful! I don't know what to do anymore," you closed your eyes, the weight on your shoulders lifting as you shared your worries with your lover.

He sighed and lay beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"You shouldn't stress out about this. You know, take breaks, too? You're only human. It's not normal to overwork yourself," his voice was muffled but still clear.

You sighed and nodded, holding his hands. "You're right. I'm sorry."

You looked back at him, smiling softly before kissing his cheek.

He closed his eyes, feeling the familiar warmth of your body as he continued to hug you tightly.

"Good, I love you."

"I love you too."

You closed your eyes, relaxing on the bed when he suddenly pulled you closer, causing you to yelp.

"Come on, let's play a game!" the excited wolf sat up once again, his eyes sparkling with hope and enthusiasm, and you let out a laugh.

"Wriothesley, it's 2 am! Aren't you tired?" you pouted, shaking your head as you crossed your arms.

"Come onnn, if you lose, we play again, but if I lose... hmm... we play again!"

"Hey, that's not fair!"

[auxiliuno]

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HIII I HOPE YOUR WELL!! I was wondering if you could do a Dom!Konig and Sub!reader? Where he just kinda man handles you after a long mission, maybe a bit of bondage, overstimulation, and breeding kink with praise🤭🤭, THANK YOU SM LOVE ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Dom!König x sub!reader

NSFW 18+

Bondage, overstimulation, man handling, breeding, praise, size kink, p in v penetration, full nelson, mentions of pregnancy

Minors DNI

It had been a few months since you last seen König; apparently this mission he was on was a very important one and his superiors were drilling him about how he couldn't mess up blah blah blah....thats what he had told you before he left. Now it's been 3 months, and you received message from him that he'd be back today! You were so excited, you started preparing an exquisite dinner and cleaned up your shared home so it would be perfect when he came back.

Your heart pounded in anticipation at the telltale sign of your husband at the front door; the familiar twist and turn of the doorknob. After a few minutes of waiting, your long anticipated arrival of your husband came through the door. The only problem is, he seemed to be fuming about something. That was when you knew, you were in for a long night.

° ° °

His hands reach back down to slap your bouncy ass as he sheaths you down again on his cock. "Fucking whore, taking me like a good little slut" König rasps, as he keeps using his weight to trap you under him. He's spearing into you at a rapid pace, causing your whole body to bounce against him and the bed to creek. You don't know how long you've let him use your body like a sex doll; ever since he came through that door fuming, telling you how stressful he was on that mission, and how much he missed you. You agreed to let him use you for relief as your need for him was equally insatiable.

"K-könig! I'm your little slut so please fuck me more!" Snarling, König picked you up by your legs and hoisted your body up. Your back was against his chest, his hands behind your knees, and your feet in the air. He kept furiously pumping into you, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body; making you moan and roll your eyes back. "Fuck...yeah maus, you'd like me to fuck you all night huh? Fuck you until you're round and full with my babies?" The lewd slapping of your ass against his pelvis echoed through the room. "Y-es König! Breed me like a mommy!" His pace quickened, his end goal was to make you cum as many times as possible. "Good mommy, you'll come as many times as I want you to, yeah?" His large hand which easily dwarfed your own, reached over to rub fast circles on your overstimulated clit. Squealing, you tried to move away from his hand, but his body was too strong for you to move around much, and his grip was iron tight. You felt your body convulse as another wave of orgasm rushed through you. Your aching pussy

Your pussy squeezed his cock so tight as you came; making him moan and roll back his eyes as he fucked you through your 5th orgasm that night. You could tell he was close too by the way he moved, hips fast but stuttering. "M-maus I'm so fucking close...pl-please please let me cum..M'gonnna make you a mutter -" all you could do was nod your head feverishly and scream out his name. With a stutter of his hips, he rammed himself into you as deep as he could. You felt him hit your cervix, white hot cum spilling into your precious womb. "Ah - König!" You felt the cum start dribbling out, leaking onto your pussy and ass.

König was still thrusting lazily as he fucked out the last of his orgasm. "Liebling...Fuck" His breathing heavy labored, he gently laid you down on the bed and flopped on you. "Mein got, you were amazing engel, you were an amazing little mutter for me". You were still catching your breathe, but you turned your head to look at him; "you want to make me a mommy that bad König?" You smiled at him, high from the after glow of your multiple orgasms. "Of course liebling, there is no one else I'd rather marry and have children with." That made your cheeks light up. "That...makes me so happy König! There's no one else I'd rather spend my life with and have children except than you". You both grinned at each other, König pulling you close to his body as his arms hug you into a cuddle. "Good, Liebling...you are the best thing that's ever happend to me". You smiled in his arms, content to fall asleep.

Hello Hello! Hope you enjoy it, and I'm sorry for such a late update. Have a great day! 💐💖

[clouduru-chan]

Well, I've wanted to do this for a long time, and I hope it goes well, as well as the second season of The Legend of Vox machine, I decided to write something, like a modern reader going to the magical world. As an Isekai, and I decided to make a Brazilian reader, in addition to wanting to show a little bit of Brazilian culture, I want to please the Brazilian people who read what I post. And the first thing I'm going to write will be about Percy, because I'm a little bitch of that man.

Percy with a modern Brazilian reader

- First of all, let's say what you were doing before you stopped at an unknown and "magical" place;

- You were at the ice cream parlor with your friends celebrating the Brazil-Serbia game, it was the beginning of the World Cup, and everyone was excited, especially with the show that Richarlisson did in the second half of the game;

- Well, you don't like soccer very much, but when it's a World Cup year you ignore that and become extremely patriotic;

- The clothes you wore were the shirt of the Brazilian national team, the famous green and yellow, short shorts with sequins on the back pocket, and a fanny pack around your torso, and a pair of flip-flops;

- After having your ice cream with your friends, you decided to go home, but something strange happened, as you turned the corner of the street, your vision became blurred, as you closed your eyes and tried to understand what was happening to you, you realized that you were in an extremely different place;

- very different indeed, you would hit your face with the palm of your hand to see if you would wake up from it, well unfortunately it didn't work;

- And you couldn't stand still, because people were looking at you strangely, so you held tightly to the strap of your fanny pack and decided to walk around to get some answers, to try to understand where you were;

- Well, you can't have realized, Percival was looking at you, he noticed how out of place you were. Well maybe it was a feeling of sympathy, he came to you;

- He was not liking how other people were looking at you maliciously, especially because of the clothes you were wearing;

- Soon he came to you, looking at you it seemed to be some foreigner or traveler, he analyzed your clothes, they were a different fabric from what he had ever seen, besides that on your thigh had a tattoo of mountains and a being doing T-pose (being that it was the sugar loaf mountain and the statue of Christ the Redeemer), and on your shin was a tattoo of birds flying through the landscape, besides that your hair braided by each lock was very flashy too;

- When he asked you if you were lost, you grimaced slightly, as you were trying to carefully translate what he had said and try to talk to him;

- You had a little trouble telling him, you were dying of embarrassment because your English was horrible, Percy looked at you a little curious, you thought you had said something wrong, you started cursing in your original language;

"Puta que me pariu! Eu não mal sei falar português imagina inglês, mas que desgraça, pareço uma debilóide falando!"

- He became even more curious, because he had never heard an idiom like that before;

- And you were wondering why the fuck English was used in a world like that! Well, you were kind of happy about it, because you could communicate, but with your fucked up English it was going to be a little difficult;

- You are quickly put under protection by him and the rest of the group, and since Percival was a curious man, he filled you with questions;

- Well, obviously he realized that you were not from here, but when he finds out that you are not from the world of Exandria, with that he and Vox machine will help you get back;

- When you talk about the technology in your world, this man's eyes shine, when you showed him your phone that was inside your fanny pack he was amazed, he had never seen something so advanced;

- Well you quickly got along with every member of the team, they liked your playful and somewhat chaotic energy;

- When you take some random mission for money, you always stay close to Percy, because he wants you to stay close to him;

- When you go to the tavern, you are always cheerful, but when it's time to drink, you drink modernly since you are always the friend on the tour who tries to stay sober;

- And when fights break out in these places Percy pulls you to stand next to him, but he is a little surprised when you know how to turn around when you use some body-fighting techniques like Brazilian tai-jutsu or capoeira, considering that this type of fight you wanted to learn to defend yourself against an assailant or some potential pervert ;

- Well, he is impressed with your self-defense, but worried, since you were a human against magical beings, and you have no accessories or magic of any kind;

- He starts to have feelings for you, and little by little he decides to open up more to you, since you talk so much about the things in your world and about yourself, it would be kind of fair for him to talk a little about himself;

- When he tells you a little about his past, you look at him with empathy, you could see the pain in Percival's greenish blue eyes, with that you gave him the famous Brazilian hug, he felt how warm your hug was, it was very warm, he returned the hug with the same intensity;

- I think that in those moments you fill him with affection, make him feel happy, pure, make him for a brief moment forget all the horrible things he has been through;

- They are all doing their best to look for a way to get you back home;

- When the dragon was devastating the villages near the Tal'Dorei kingdom, Percy forced you not to go along with them, since he didn't want you to die;

- After defeating what was devastating the kingdom, King Uriel threw a party to celebrate the feat of Vox máquina, inviting the elite of some kingdoms or provinces, then Percy as was a Noble he had to teach good manners to the group, in your case you filled him with questions, what clothes to use, the cutlery and among other things;

- Well you did most of the hairstyles, since you were a hairdresser's helper, so you had a sense of what you were doing;

- You had to go in a long dress without any cleavage, because it wasn't supposed to be vulgar and you couldn't show your tattoos, but unfortunately it didn't cover the tattoo you had on your arm;

- In the castle everything was amazing, for a certain moment, you were close to Vex'Ildan and Percy, he will introduce you to all the nobles that were invited, and you are extremely polite and know very well how to make a friendly conversation, well some (most) Brazilians are quite fun to make a great conversation (but be careful not to fall into the trap, since you can take advantage of this situation and to deceive sometimes the unaware of the Brazilian culture);

- But when the Briarwoods arrived, Percival's expression completely closed, he stared angrily at the couple who fucked up his and Rolo's family's lives;

- When you realize that he has gone stiff because of the gothic couple, you hold his hand firmly;

- At dinner you could see Percy's anger about the Briarwoods, you had sat next to him, trying to calm him down, but when Delilah started talking about Rolo's family, Percy became enraged, and decided to deny that woman, so he left the table, and you quickly went to him, you had never seen him like that, you tried to comfort him with a tender gesture and asked the gray-haired man to vent what he was feeling;

- Well, after a disastrous night and a near death, and being a little frightened by the attitude of the gray-haired man who nearly killed an innocent man working for Briarwoods, Percival realized that it was too dangerous for you. Percival who realized that it was too dangerous for you, he did not want you to go with him to Whitestone, but with your stubbornness you went, because you knew that your friend needed something to comfort him in this very difficult moment;

- Well, on the trip you had changed your appearance, you were wearing pants of a thick fabric, a white T-shirt with sleeves that went all the way to your wrist, a pair of boots, and a belt, and on the right side of your waist you had a short sword;

- With your attitude, you have made Rolo's heart squeeze, do you think of him differently? Do you care about him? Well, he knows that you care about others and make your jokes, but with him it was a little different, he realized that he was in love with you, but then the question remains, what if you don't like the way he likes it? What if you go back to your own world?

- Well, when you were camping near a forest near your destination, Percival was leaning his head against a rock while he was fiddling with his gun, but when you approached him and argued with him for lying down like that and that it was harmful to his spine, he sat up, but soon you sat down on the ground and slapped his thighs, giving him a hint of where he should lay his head to rest, well, this man's face turns red at this, but he did what you wanted. He got a little calmer when you started running your hand over his hair and singing some music from your world, mostly Brazilian;

"Chove chuva! Chove sem parar.... Eu vou fazer uma prece. Pra Deus, Vosso senhor. Pra chuva parar... De molhar o meu divino amor. Que é muito lindo, é mais que o infinito, é puro e belo inocente como a flor...."

- Ok, he just loves to hear your voice singing, especially in his language, this song is so calm and serene, maybe he asks you the translation;

- Feelings are conflicting inside Percy, when he looks at her face his heart hammers, so he will draw courage from the depths of his being, and make a declaration of love;

- When dawn breaks and you have to return to your trip, Percy will bring you to a secluded corner;

- He was very nervous, let's face it, he's very anxious, and also he thinks it's a bad time to propose, but he wants to get this feeling off his chest;

- But before he said anything, you started talking, well, you were declaring to him the feelings you felt, he wasn't expecting it, he was the one who wanted to declare himself, but your heart was warmed by every word you said to him;

"You know Percy, I thank the universe every day that it brought us together. Eventually, you became the most important person in my life. I want to be able to share every moment of joy with you. In the moments of sadness, to be by your side, to be your greatest support. My love, my life is more beautiful because I have you by my side. You can even try to find a thousand definitions for love in the dictionary. But nothing will come close to what I feel for you, because this feeling is pure and indescribable. You know, if you were a movie, you would be my favorite, the one I watch over and over again and never get tired of. I know this statement may be a little long, but I want you to know that I love you! If it weren't for you I wouldn't even know where I was when I came into this world...".

- Okay, you broke it;

- He didn't expect such a profound statement, his eyes were full of water, he was holding himself back from crying, so he hugged you tightly;

- When you returned to the group Scalan was giving a bag of money to Vax, since the half elf had bet the gnome that you would declare yourself first;

- When you arrived in Whitestone it was nothing but chaos, the living dead all over town, people lost hope, you were getting even angrier with the Briarwoods, you wanted to get into a fight with Delilah, but that's going to be just intent;

- Well, you met Percy's sister, it wasn't the most appropriate moment, but you made a little joke about whether you were allowed to date your brother, Percival argued with you that it wasn't the time for you to do that, but he thought it was funny;

- When Percy was under Orthax's control, you calmly approached close to that man, trying to bring back the humanity of that man, Vex went by your side to control the man who was being controlled by a vengeful demon, you softly touched the gray-haired man's cheek, he was recovering some of his mentality, he had been caught by several illusions that Orthax made, the main ones were the death of his family, his sister Cassandra and mainly you;

- He in that state hurt your heart, and any suspicious attitude from him you were put behind Vex, and when Percy shot his own hand to get rid of the demon it was the most horrible thing you ever saw, in person, since you were used to watch some violent things on TV, but in person it was horrible, you ran to help Percy;

- After that moment of madness and You chiding Delilah in her native language was sensational;

" VAI SE FUDE SUA VAGABUNDA! ELE NÃO PODE TE MATAR! MAS EU TERMINAREI O SERVIÇO SUA PUTA!"

- He didn't expect you and Cassandra to finish the job and kill Delilah, You had fury in your eyes, even though the necromancer did nothing to you, you felt empathy for everyone who suffered at her hand, you carried the anger of the people and the family of Rolo and ended Briarwood, but with that attitude of yours made Cassandra like you, she approved you as Percival's girlfriend;

- But you had to end that moment with a beautiful sentence, right? You decided to translate the sentence before you spoke;

" Crying bitch God doesn't listen!"

- You said that when you were pointing to Briarwood's body;

- Congratulations, you have Cassandra's full approval now;

- When you came back to Tal'Dorei, you and Percy started dating, and he kept asking you about your world, such as technological advances, holidays, languages, politics, economics, and possibly whether there was ever any conflict, and you answer all the questions, at least you try to, but the questions that get you is about your family or foods you like to eat;

- Well, the group will try to recreate some recipes but in the Exandrian style, well some of them were easy, like the pamonha that was made from corn or dulce de leche;

- He loves your displays of affection, you like physical displays of affection a lot, Percy took a while to get used to it, but he feels very loved;

- The stolen kisses, the affectionate kisses you give Percy on the cheeks and neck make him excited, you are so affectionate with him, he wonders if where you come from people are like that when it comes to showing affection;

- He gets all flustered when you give him some affectionate nicknames in his native language;

- Examples of affectionate nicknames are: Amor/mor/ Morzão ( practically You are called love, you use this nickname to get his attention), Muso (You use that nickname to emphasize the beauty of this man), Meu Tudo (When you point out that he's everything to you), Bombom ( it's practically one of the sweets you ate the most in Brazil, the bonbon, you use this nickname to call Percy sweet), Meu Batom garoto ( This expression is funny, it can refer to the fact that your boyfriend is small and delicious like chocolate);

- And when you try to translate or explain the nicknames to him, he gets all embarrassed, and will try to call you by the same affectionate nicknames too, he will try, maybe you give him Brazilian Portuguese lessons;

Hope you like it!

[barnesafterglow]

hey guys! so i finally hit 1k not too long ago which is insane bc i feel like i just made this blog yesterday. being on this site has been the best few months of my life, honestly. i have made some of my best friends on here, and i wouldn’t give them up for the world. i’m so grateful for every single person that follows and supports me. i love you all so much <3

that being said, i thought it would be fun to do a little something for this milestone, and what better way to do that than to make it completely based around taylor swift <3. it feels fitting both because of my username, and the very first fic i ever wrote and posted was based on a taylor swift song

this challenge will start now and end on march 25th. no minimum or maximum word count, but i do ask that if it’s more than 500 words, please use a read more.

edit: if you still want to participate but weren’t able to meet the deadline, please feel free to write something - just make sure you tag me and i’ll add it to the masterlist!

rules:

my blog is 18+ and therefore this writing challenge is too

smut, fluff, and angst are all welcome! please no dark fics

please do not write anything with non/dubcon, bathroom play, underage characters (in relationships), or anything related to suicide, eating disorders, etc. (these last few in particular are very triggering to me and i will not only not read them, but block anyone who submits them)

tag me in your work as well as tagging the post #all’s well writing challenge

message me/send me an ask if you have any other questions!

i will be going through and reading these as they are posted (to the best of my ability), and adding them to a masterlist that i’ll post when all of them are submitted! if it has been more than a couple days since you posted and i haven’t reblogged it yet, shoot me a message or an ask because i may have missed it

below are some suggested prompts, but any lyrics/anything taylor swift related can be used! you also don’t have to use specific lyrics, it can just be the vibe of the line/song. just please be sure to include what the prompt is at the beginning/in your author’s note :) you don’t need to claim a prompt, they can be used by multiple people because i think everyone can make their own unique story!

fluff

“this love is difficult but it's real” love story, fearless

“can't help it if there's no one else” hey stephen, fearless

“the stakes are high, the water's rough, but this love is ours” ours, speak now

“i'll be loving you for quite some time” stay stay stay, red

“all i feel in my stomach is butterflies” everything has changed, red

“just grab my hand and don't ever drop it” i know places, 1989

“you are the one i have been waiting for” king of my heart, reputation

“now i've read all of the books beside your bed” paper rings, lover

“all along there was some, invisible string, tying you to me” / “hell was the journey but it brought me heaven” invisible string, folklore

angst

“and i was right there beside him all summer long, and then the time we woke up to find that summer gone” tim mcgraw, taylor swift

“even now just looking at you feels wrong” should’ve said no, taylor swift

“and my heart's not breaking, 'cause I'm not feeling anything at all” the way i loved you, fearless

“and i stare at the phone, he still hasn't called, and then you feel so low you can't feel nothing at all” forever & always, fearless

“it turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you” back to december, speak now

“you never called it what it was” / “when your brooklyn broke my skin and bones” all too well, red

”gone was any trace of you, i think i am finally clean” clean, 1989

“but if the story's over, why am i still writing pages?” / “tryna find a part of me you didn't take up” death by a thousand cuts, lover

“i knew i'd curse you for the longest time, chasing shadows in the grocery line” cardigan, folklore

“august sipped away, like a bottle of wine, 'cause you were never mine” august, folklore

“now i'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life” tolerate it, evermore

misc. (ones i really don’t know how to categorize/could go multiple ways)

“but i know you wish it was me” speak now, speak now

“broke your heart, i'll put it back together” how you get the girl, 1989

“should've known i'd be the first to leave, think about the place where you first met me” getaway car, reputation

“all of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting” / “i don't want you like a best friend” dress, reputation

“tell me that you're still mine, tell me that we'll be just fine” / “i don't wanna lose this with you” afterglow, lover

“breakups happen every day, you don't have to lose it” / “if our love died young, i can't bear witness” right where you left me, evermore

“everybody wonders what it would be like to love you” gold rush, evermore

characters:

any mcu characters

any sebastian stan characters (except tommy lee and jeff gillooly)

any chris evans characters

if you want to write another character feel free to send me a message and ask!

no pressure tags if people want to signal boost <3

@pellucid-constellations @itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare @sweetascanbee @sweetdreamsbuck @babiebucky @treatbuckywkisses @spidderboy @aphrogeneias @atlaese @ambrosiase @starbuckie @howdoyousleep3 @buckydaddy @bubblebuckys @buckys-left-middle-finger @foreverindreamlandd @writing-for-marvel @fandoms-writings @nexusnyx @strwbrrybucky @benignbucky @inklore @abovethesmokestacks @jadedvibes @the-iceni-bitch @asgardwinter @schmuckyschmarnes @bloomingbucky @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @smokeinherperfume @beefybuckrrito

[dustofthedailylife]

The authorly struggle of having to write your story first but already wanting to tell everyone about the major plot points.

[venicepeter]

you guys voted and !!! fandom family!!!!!!! thank you all so much for 500 followers so quickly after my old blog was terminated! i’m so excited to do this aaaahhhhhhh

rules: • must be following me • reblog this post • send me your name + top 3 characters from any of my fandoms • see who’s already taken here • track #caseysfam • maybe possibly check out my color marvel blog? (optional) • please be patient, i promise they will all get done! 

what you get: • friends!! • a tag to add to your creations  • my undying love 

[doodlesimss]

A Discord!

So, I made a discord server. I was originally going to have it for when I start streaming again (hopefully very very soon) and I thought, why not make it for tumblr too? There are tumblr-specific channels, as well as some other simblr peeps running around in there. I’m wanting to keep it a fairly calm and chilled server, so if you’re interested in joining, send me a DM and I’ll send you the link!

[oceanvs]

So… I just reached 900 followers! Thank you all so much!!! 💖💖

I didn’t know what to do this time, i was working on the 800 follower celebration like, yesterday, so i am not up for making more blogrates/moodboards this soon. 

What better excuse to make a fandom family, am i right? I have wanted to make my own in quite some time, but i procrastinated and then thought no one would join. Guess i’m doing it now!

So, if you are interested: 1) follow me! 2) reblog this (likes don’t count) 3) send me an ask with:       -> as many characters you want lol (provided they belong to my fandoms)       -> your name and pronouns  3) check here who is taken 4) track #lizasfamily (please!) that’s all!

what you’ll get: 1) my eternal love and support (and my friendship if you want it) 2) an edit with your character 3) a spot on this lit page  4) a tag to share your creations/selfies/anything you want. The tag is #lizasfamily (i know, very original 🙈🙈) 5) hopefully new friends/followers!

Thank you all so much again, i hope you have a great day! 💖💖

ps: if you don’t want to see more of this, you can blacklist “liza’s family”

[ddejavvu]

i cant get enough of peter being obsessed w reader’s tits— i am not ok pls exorcise this thought from my brain 😫

Today is (still) Peter Parker day! Send me some Peter stuff please :)

no you don't understand i'm obsessed. this post is 18+, minors dni.

You’re so right. He’d be absolutely obsessed. He just gets that look in his eye, different look depending on the intensity of the situation, and he’s so in love with them.

If you’re at home or there’s no one else around, you know when people will like grab someone’s ass as they walk by? He grabs your tits. It’s so gentle it’s not rude at all he just 🤲

—

You’re standing at the kitchen counter, eyes locked on your phone as it charges. Your dinner is heating up in the microwave, and you’ve already changed into your pajamas, ready for a cozy night in. Peter joins you in the kitchen, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek and squeezing one of your boobs affectionately as he passes.

It certainly gets your attention, and you raise one eyebrow at him, “Did you just squeeze my boob?”

“I hadn’t touched them for a while.” Peter grins, expression glowing with glee. You just fondly shake your head, going back to your phone and making a mental note to wear a bra less often around the house.

—

If you are in public he’ll refrain from touching them for decency’s sake but do not think that he’s not thinking about them because he is. He has boobs on the brain. Sometimes he’ll go shopping with you and specifically pick out tops that make your tits look really nice, but then he gets nervous bc he doesn’t know if you’re comfortable with showing them off as much as he was urging you to so he panics and he gets all blushy.

—

“This?” Peter holds up a low-cut shirt, plenty of room above the neckline to showcase the objects of his affection.

You shrug, adding it to the basket you had going for the changing room, “I’ll try it on.”

Peter follows you eagerly into the changing room, reminiscent of an excited puppy as he waits for you to get dressed. He even offers to hold clothes for you, hanging them back up and sorting them into keeps and put-backs.

You try on the final top, a deep emerald green with lace adorning your chest. It was paper thin, and you realized too late that the material was mesh, leaving very little to the imagination.

You turned towards Peter, who’d been hanging up a pair of jeans. He glanced up at you, eyes widening and jeans falling from his grasp, the hanger clattering against the floor of the dressing room.

“Holy shit.”

You look at him hesitantly, watching a blush rise to his cheeks, “This is.. a lot.”

“I think that’s-”

“Lingerie? Yeah, me too.”

“Okay,” Peter reasons, “in my defense, it was hung up with the other shirts.”

—

Sometimes if he comes home and he’s really tired he just (gently) body slams you onto the nearest padded surface and face-plants into them. Just his personal pillows. You usually run a hand through his hair, the other hand rubbing his back as he lets the stress from his day melt away.

—

“Hey!” You protested as Peter scooped you up, lifting you out of your chair in the kitchen and plopping you down onto the couch. You rolled your eyes as he flopped on top of you, a fond smile growing on your face as he burrowed into your shirt.

“Missed ‘em.” You barely hear Peter speak, but his words bring a smile to your lips, “Them? My boobs?”

“Mhm.” Peter nods, face only nuzzling further into your tits, “Gotta get my daily dose.”

—

And of course, sex. What kind of a Peter-boob-man enthusiast would I be if I didn’t mention the way he fixates on them during sex? It’s like he’s magnetized to them, he’s always pinching them, cupping them, squeezing them, biting them, sucking on them, pretty much anything he can do, he’s doing it.

Don’t think about him being really into tittyfucking. Don’t do it.

Okay do it.

—

Peter’s cock is achingly hard, precum already spread across the head. You keep your arms close to your sides, forcing your tits as close together as possible, giving him a perfect entrance.

Peter groans as he thrusts between your tits, your chest already sticky with precum. His hands fly up to massage your breasts, fingers toying with your nipples, pinching and tugging on them as he fucks through them. You watch his cock slide through the hole you’ve made, brain on overdrive as he gets himself off between your tits. He finishes faster than he wants to admit, covering your chest with cum as his mouth falls wide open. His hands dip down to swipe through the sticky mess on your chest, spreading it over your tits and covering your skin with it. He’s breathing heavily as he stares down at his work, dick already hardening again at the image.

—

I literally might make a part 2 of this where it’s just more boob scenarios goodbye I am a boob person myself and Peter and boobs? My loves <3 I guess lmk if you wanna see more of this 👀

[writingwitharlo]

In Your Hands

a/n: pls spam me with comments and thoughts, i need reassurance! inspired by part of a prompt I got and kinda ran with it. I don't think it's perfect, I tend to be more descriptive than anything and my writing does not feel very strong but it's still a story I very much enjoyed prompt: (...)Then Charlie asks Nick if he’s ticklish, and nick says it’s been such a long time he’s not even sure! (...)

Summary: Charlie wants to know if Nick is ticklish but Nick doesn't really know, so they find out together.

(Heartstopper; Nick/Charlie)

3525 words

"Char, you know I can't."

"What?! Don't you love me?"

"Of course I do-"

"Then say it."

"-just not more than my dogs."

"Wrong answer."

Laughter and dramatic cries overlapped each other as the two boys wrestled across the bed, pillows thwapping and grunts of strain intermingling with the giddiness of their playful fight.

A hand darted forward, ambitiously aimed at the older boy's hip- but froze. Charlie's fingertips barely grazed the fabric of Nick's hoody. There was a noticeable pause.

Using the moment's hesitation, Nick vaulted forward. A pillow collided with Charlie's chest, throwing him off balance, quickly followed by the weight of his excitable rugby boyfriend. There was a light-hearted groan as he fell to his back, shaking his head at Nick's face beaming down at him.

"Hah!" Nick exclaimed, clearly counting this defeat as a victory over the argument. Not wanting to crush his boyfriend completely, he graciously rolled off Charlie and flopped down beside him, gazing up at the ceiling as they both caught their breaths.

Charlie hugged the pillow to his chest, chewing on his lip thoughtfully as his fingers subconsciously flexed and retracted against the soft fabric. He must have gotten too lost in his own thoughts, caught somewhat off-guard when Nick nudged him with his elbow.

"Hm?"

Nick's previous grin was now replaced by a furrowed brow of concern, having picked up on Charlie's sudden change. "Where'd you go?"

A smile quickly returned to Charlie's face as he shook his head. "Oh, it's nothing- Nowhere. It's fine."

But Nick was wearing that look, all worried and unconvinced but ready to let it slide if Charlie truly didn't want to talk about it.

Charlie sighed. "I mean, it's-" He sat up, the pillow falling to his lap where he continued to fumble with it absentmindedly. Anything to not look at that face right now. "I was just-... thinking..." Feeling those watchful brown eyes on him certainly didn't help and then Nick propped himself onto his elbow.

Charlie thought for another moment, then shook his head with an airy laugh and met Nick's questioning eyes. "It's- I don't even know if-" He couldn't help but chuckle at the ridiculousness of his own brain. "Are you ticklish?"

"Oh, um..." Nick shifted a bit, although not in discomfort but rather simply to prop himself up a little straighter as he considered the answer. "I'm not sure."

Charlie's eyebrows flew up in surprise. "Really? No one's ever tried to tickle you?" Maybe that was a silly thing to ask, seeing that neither had he, for some reason. But his fingers suddenly itched to find out the answers all on their own, yet he held back, not wanting to cross any potential lines.

Nick gave a small shrug and brought his hand up to sheepishly run through his hair. "Not really... I mean, mum has, I guess, but only ever for like a second, so I don't think that actually counts." Nick's nose scrunched up a little as he thought. "And David did when I was, like, really little, but he was always pretty rough and would go overboard, so it just kinda hurt more than anything else."

Charlie listened closely, giving an understanding nod by the end. "So, you never-... Not even your friends?"

Nick couldn't help the chuckle as he shook his head. "You've met them. They're not really the, you know, touchy-feely sort of bunch."

Charlie let out a warm laugh and nodded again. "No, yeah, I guess you're right. Not even during rugby, though? I mean, it's so hands-on..."

But the look Nick gave him already seemed to answer the question. "Right, of course." Charlie lowered his gaze back down to his lap where he was fumbling with a little hole in the pillowcase.

Nick's head tilted to the side some as he observed his boyfriend, something he always did when trying to understand what was going on in his head. "Why?"

The question seemed to come as a surprise and Charlie struggled with a response. "Oh, well- I don't know." He shrugged. "It's... I guess it's just something people do, isn't it? And couples, especially..." He thought about all the times he had gotten into silly tickle fights with his friends, where nobody ever remembered how or why it started to begin with, and a fond smile came to his lips. "...I suppose to bond, cause it's kinda intimate but also silly and fun and harmless, or something." He finished with a shrug.

The corner of Nick's mouth pulled up into a smirk as he wiggled his eyebrows. "Oh, so you want to be intimate with me, is that it?"

"Shut uup," Charlie whined with a laugh, rising to his knees just to clobber Nick over the head with the pillow, making the older boy collapse onto his back with a soft, muffled 'Oof'. "So, what, if I do?" he added as he settled back down onto his heels, pillow back in his lap.

Nick gave a quiet snicker. "I think it can't be any more intimate than non-stop snogging, can it?"

Charlie rolled his eyes but smiled regardless. "I guess not."

A comfortable silence settled between them with Nick sprawled on his back, eyes closed and Charlie letting his eyes wander all over the oblivious body, thinking to himself.

"Do you want to find out if you are?" Charlie asked eventually, giving the other's leg a small nudge with his own.

Nick's eyes opened and he met Charlie's curious gaze. "I don't know... But you look rather keen to find out yourself."

The heat rose in Charlie's cheeks, a feeling of betrayal for his own face rising within him but before he could open his mouth to defend himself, Nick gave a half-hearted sigh of exasperation, his arms stretching outwards on either side. "Fine, because you asked so nicely. What do you need me to do?"

A grin quickly took over Charlie's demeanour as he moved in closer, slowly straddling Nick's thighs but unable to hide any of the eagerness radiating off him. "Oh, nothing really, this is perfect." A pause. "Well, at least tell me when you're hating it or are uncomfortable and I'll stop."

Nick nodded.

The weight on his thighs shifted around a little as Charlie got himself comfortable. "Where do you want me to start?" he asked, a hint of hesitation and indecisiveness in his voice as he eyed the body beneath him.

"Uhm, I don't know." Nick lifted his head a tiny bit to better see Charlie. "I guess we can try all of your top spots, see if I'm any worse than you."

Charlie's face lit up with a smirk, his posture straightening up. "I like the sound of that. Okay. Well, in that case, that means..." He narrowed his eyes in concentration as his weight tipped back slightly, slender fingers finding the bare skin of Nick's knees, thanks to the shorts.

Nick's leg gave a small twitch, fingers swiping across his kneecaps or occasionally fanning over them. Not much more of a reaction came.

"Hm." Charlie changed tactics, hands reaching round to scribble against the back of the joints, finding much softer skin in the hollows of his knees.

This did seem somewhat more effective. A few chuckled breaths came from Nick's nose, the corners of his mouth twitching into that iconic lopsided smile.

"Alright, I guess we can rule out knees," Charlie decided, placing a few experimental squeezes to the muscle just above the kneecaps. "Oh. Or maybe not?"

The longer he continued squeezing away, interchanging speeds on either side, the more Nick's legs jerked and wiggled as if trying to dislodge him. There was still no laughter though, not even chuckles or giggles, only that wonky smile growing wider.

"That's definitely the worst so far," Nick commented, their eyes meeting. "But nowhere near as bad as you." His hands shot down, copying Charlie's move on the knees currently residing on either side of his hips.

"Hey. Hey!" Charlie jolted forward with a yelp as tickly sparks shot up his legs, quickly grabbing ahold of Nick's wrists and tugging his devious hands away. "This is not an interactive experience. No audience participation permitted, thank you."

They both laughed at his reply and Nick obeyed, moving his arms back to where they were before. Charlie gave a disapproving shake of his head, reminiscent of an old man just having shooed away some rowdy kids off his lawn.

"So, on a scale of one to ten, where would you rate your knees?" Charlie's hands returned to their previous position.

"Uh, I don't know. I don't really have a sense of what a ten would be, but probably... I guess, a one, maybe a two."

"Alright, one to two, noted. Moving on."

The squeezing fingers continued up the top of Nick's thighs, climbing higher until obstructed by Charlie's butt where he swiftly brought them to the front and continued uninterrupted.

Charlie looked away from his own hands for just a few seconds, observing the boy underneath him, determined to catch even the smallest reaction.

Nick did seem to twitch more, the higher Charlie's hands got. Until-

A violent jolt wrenched through Nick's body. There was a sharp gasp and the older boy bolted upright with such a force, he would have easily headbutted Charlie right in the nose had the latter not been completely thrown off balance by the sudden movement.

Now positioned in-between Nick's legs, rather than on top of them, a tight grip for dear life on the other's shorts, Charlie hesitantly tilted his head up.

They stared at each other, both wide-eyed, open-mouthed, wearing equal looks of surprise and shock.

"What was that?"

"I-... I'm not sure."

"Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm-... That really tickled."

"It did? Oh, man, I wasn't even paying attention to where my hands were. Your stupid, smiley face distracted me."

"Sorry." Nick rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, freckles disappearing in the flush of his cheeks.

"Don't be. Do you want to keep going?"

There was a short moment of hesitation but Nick nodded and lay back down, giving Charlie his hands to pull him back onto his thighs.

Nick's brows, still furrowed in bafflement, raised questioningly once he saw Charlie's amused face beaming down at him.

"At least now we know that you are, in fact, still ticklish," he pointed out, answering the question before it could pass Nick's lips.

"Can you try that again? Just-... go easy this time."

Charlie grinned brightly and gave a nod, his hands coming back down to the tops of his thighs. "Of course, let's see. It was somewhere around here."

He repeated the same motions, albeit with a lighter touch and immediately felt the body beneath him tense up in anticipation. A couple more squeezed and there it was. Thumbs slotting into place in the shallow dip of Nick's groin, where thigh met torso.

"Ah-." Nick jerked and attempted to pull his knees in but the manoeuvre only made it easier for Charlie to zero in on the sensitive muscle, kneading tiny circles into the tissue.

"There it is," Charlie cheered, unable to hold back a laugh of his own as Nick's face scrunched up, random sounds of surprise intermingled with gasps and bursts of varying laughter.

The sensation was indescribable. Electric surges running all through his leg. And then, suddenly, like sparklers set alight just beneath his skin as Charlie switched to using his blunt nails through the thin fabric.

Back arched, hips bucking, Nick let out a scream of laughter, the sort that came from somewhere deep inside and could hoarsen one's voice if bellowed long enough.

Nick's brain, an overstimulated pile of goop, needed a few moments to kick in its defences. Grabbing onto the attacker's wrists blindly, he shook his head and the moment Charlie noticed the silently mouthed 'Stop', he relented.

Charlie retracted his hands, resting them against his own thighs as he watched Nick recover with a fond smile.

"Didn't I say... to go easy?"

"Maybe... On a scale of one to-"

"Ten."

"Let me finish the question-"

"Without a doubt, ten."

"Alright, ten, noted."

Nick lifted his head. "Oi, stop looking so smug." He nudged Charlie with a buck of his leg.

"Me, smug? What gives you that idea?" But Charlie made no attempt to stifle the pleased grin plastered to his face. "Are you okay to keep going?"

Nick groaned, head plopping back against the mattress. "Only if you leave that spot alone."

Charlie smirked, unable to help himself and gave a single, pointed pinch. "This spot?"

"AH! Charlie!"

Charlie brought his hands up as a sign of surrender. "Leaving it alone, I promise."

Their eyes locked and eventually, Nick rolled his, giving a complying nod.

Now that Nick did have a sense of what a ten on the scale felt like, he was much more on edge, anticipatory giggles slipping out easily.

The hips were the nearest target for Charlie's adventurous touches and still seemed rather sensitive but mostly because they were so close to the death spot, Nick couldn't help but be wary of Charlie's hands darting back down out of nowhere. But instead, they slipped beneath the hoodie, making contact with warm skin. Nails grazing against his lower belly and up, over his stomach had Nick in stitches. The giggles flowed out in a continuous stream, leaving him bright red and breathless by the time Charlie moved on to his sides. Light touches brought on occasional shivers, while calculated pinches and squeezes slowly climbing to his ribs had Nick cackling. Charlie also noted an increase in squirming, the higher his hands seemed to move, which was tauntingly slow.

"You okay there?" Charlie quipped lightly when Nick's hands came up to cover his burning face and grinned when he got a nod in return. "Lovely. Would hate for you to miss out on this."

"Wha-AAahHH!" Fuzzy sparkles spread from the centre of his abdomen, fizzling out somewhere around his waist. A single finger had dipped into the somewhat shallow belly button, rubbing back and forth against its base with barely any pressure. Still, Nick's back arched upwards, idiotically pushing himself further into the maddening touch.

"Eight?" Charlie asked with a tilt of his head, not even trying to hide his delight about this discovery.

"Get out!" Nick pleaded, his pelvis twisting from side to side.

"Alright, alright." Charlie's hands disappeared completely and it took Nick's frazzled brain a few seconds to understand that it wasn't because they were aiming for a different spot. Instead, the younger boy used the short breather break to move himself a little higher up Nick's body, giving him easy access to the upper half of his torso.

"God, I'm sweating," Nick groaned, fanning his hot face a little.

"It suits you, though," Charlie retorted with a hint of playfulness in his tone but he felt gracious, so he pushed Nick's hoodie up, letting it bunch together against his chest.

"Oh, zip it."

If anyone had asked, Charlie would have argued that it was an act of altruistic love, just wanting the alleviate the overheating boy's discomfort. In reality, all he was after was his exposed ribs. And it didn't take long for Nick to catch onto that fact.

Taking advantage of the growing anticipation, Charlie let his fingers trail downwards again, drawing light circles and spirals over Nick's sides, his sternum, pecs and upper chest, before-

With a surprised 'Jesus', Nick quickly dissolved into hysterics. For the first time, his arms made a move to protect himself, only to find that Charlie's knees were now blocking the way.

"I didn't know you were religious."

Nick was amazed how Charlie could sound so casual while he was taking practically every individual rib of his apart so meticulously, it was flustering.

"Charles," he tried to growl out through gritted teeth but failed to sound even the tiniest bit threatening, only receiving a warm laugh from the other boy in return.

Once again, Charlie became aware of the increased squirming and a thought occurred that would potentially clear some things up. The howling laughter Nick let out a moment later was answer enough.

Nick's entire body felt like it was made from lightning. His head tilted back, unable to focus on anything other than the fingers swirling in the hollows of his armpits.

Luckily, Charlie had other plans which would grant some distraction. Tempted by the now fully exposed neck, one hand darted upwards. A squeal intermingled with the previous howls and Charlie could feel the warmth of Nick's blush radiating against his hand.

Not wanting to overstimulate him too quickly with two such sensitive spots, Charlie's hand worked in an alternating pattern. Grazes against the neck then scraping at the hollow, light pinches at the nape then scribbling in the pit.

It seemed to hold up for a while too, keeping Nick on edge, even though it was a repetitive pattern, never quite knowing which shoulder to scrunch or what hand to grab for. The sudden kiss to his cheek came as even more of a surprise since he didn't even notice the weight at his waist shift at all.

"This is the cutest thing I've ever seen," Charlie remarked, the low voice so close to his ear sending goosebumps down Nick's arms.

"Stop," Nick whined out lightly, referring more to the teasing words than the teasing touches. But Charlie had been paying close attention all along and it was becoming noticeable that Nick was wearing out, his voice a little raspy, laughter mostly breathless.

Charlie pressed another kiss to his cheek. "I wanna try something."

Fluttering kisses trailed down the length of his neck and across under his chin, while both of Charlie's hands, one still on the other side of the neck, the other still under his arm, found a matching rhythm.

"Shiht!"

Nick was lost. The room around them disappeared and he found himself on a cloud, carrying him through a shower of fireworks, and sparks, and lightning, making his skin prickle in a way, he didn't even know was possible. Time lost all meaning, every little touch registering somewhere in his foggy brain and a dread of eternity crept up somewhere in the back of his mind.

"Stop," Nick choked out, tears beginning to prick at his eyes. "I can't-"

Charlie kept his word, immediately pulling back. Straightening up, his eyes scanned Nick's face for any signs of discomfort but he was still beaming with residual giggles bubbling out.

Before Charlie could ask if he was okay, Nick brought his hands up to wipe at his eyes. "Please, no more."

"Of course," Charlie responded earnestly with a nod. He clasped either side of Nick's face, leaving one last kiss at the corner of his mouth before climbing off. He lay down beside Nick, who took the first opportunity to curl up on himself, and pulled the older boy into a comforting embrace.

Nick groaned against his chest quietly, arms wrapped around his middle. He was sure his abs were going to be sore by the next morning. But the fingers entangling in his hair and the gentle scrapes against his scalp made him forget about that with ease.

"You lasted so long." There was a genuine tone of admiration in Charlie's voice, coaxing a sheepish grumble out of the older boy.

They lay like that for some time, only the sound of their breaths between them. Charlie was convinced that Nick had dozed off in his arms, but surprisingly, Nick lifted his head, gazing up at him with a face of playful curiosity. "So, what's your expert opinion? You think I'm more ticklish than you?"

A quiet laugh overcame Charlie and he bit his lip as he gave a small nod. "Yeah, you might be. My knees are definitely worse but you have so many spots that seem to get to you more. But at least our necks seem to be equally as sensitive."

He felt tempted to let his fingers flutter against Nick's for emphasis but the older boy already scrunched his shoulders up slightly, without Charlie having to move an inch. Phantom tickles passed by briefly at the mere mention of the spot.

"Hm."

"How do you feel about that?"

Nick thought for a moment. "I think it means that I get to have a fair share of revenge tickles."

Charlie felt that familiar drop of anticipation in his stomach which, like always, was soon followed by a surge of giddiness spreading through his body.

To his surprise, Nick only shifted to make himself more comfortable, cuddling closer to Charlie's body. "Nap first, though."

A warm smile spread across Charlie's face as he adjusted his embrace slightly, fingers entangling with the other's hair once again. His chest felt like it was going to burst open with the adoration he felt at that very moment, and he closed his eyes.

Although he knew that sleep was not going to come for him, he was happy enough to watch over Nick as he rested and recharged. "I'm not going anywhere."

[songmingisthighs]

[15.00] wooyoung × reader (ft. san)

⇀ it's one thing when it's fate, it's a whole other thing when the fate is named choi san

⇁ full disclosure, this is inspired by @hangsanghyog. if you're not okay with this, pls let me know and I'll take it down.

He couldn't take the tension anymore.

Since San brought you, his childhood friend who recently moved closer to him to look for better opportunities and prospects, to the dorm, Wooyoung had been acting weird...er.

His jokes were cringy, he fiddles, trips over air, his laugh sounds like a five-year-old fiddling the pitch bend on a keyboard; it was as if he was hyper-aware of his high-pitched laugh so he tried to drop the pitch but fail several times.

Worst of all, he once said, after you complimented his open and carefree personality along with how good he is with making friends, he deadass answered, "thank you, my mom breastfed me well."

In his defence, at least according to him, he meant to say that his mom raised him well. His brain short-circuited whilst gazing into your eyes, Wooyoung said to San after you went home. The poor boy even panicked after you're long gone, saying that there's a chance you might not wanna go back to hang out because of him.

That premise is stupid for two reasons.

First, your parents entrusted him to make sure you won't be lonely. Which translates to "mandatory" (as if you or he don't want to) hangouts each week.

Second, you have a massive crush on Wooyoung. That's the only (lies) reason your hangouts happen at their dorms.

If San remembered correctly, you oh so eloquently said, "Sannie, please introduce me to that friend of yours who has a great smile and Mercedes logo chest,"

Naturally, san had had enough.

As he was about to walk you back to your apartment which is literally 2 buildings down, he decided to put his plan into motion. He knew that Wooyoung was lingering nearby, waiting for the perfect moment to say goodbye to you so you'd be focused on him instead of the others.

"Oh, hey, by the way, are you free tomorrow at like 6 or 7?" He asked you as you put your shoes on.

You tilted your head to the side, thinking for a second before shrugging, "no plans so yeah, I'm free, why?" "Oh, great! I wanna try this bistro downtown and it's kinda fancy so I don't wanna go alone. Wooyoung!" He called out to his best friend.

As if on cue, Wooyoung appeared so quickly, one could assume he teleported. "Yeah?" Wooyoung answered, eyes shifting towards you as yours shifted towards him. It was soooooo obvious and if San had lost all of his patience, he would've just tied you two together.

But that move is too risky.

"You free tomorrow around 6? There's this amazing bistro and (Y/N) here wants to try," San grinned widely. You were about to retaliate and remind him that it was his idea but Wooyoung had beat you by nodding eagerly, "yeah- yeah! Totally free! I- whe- a-are we picking (Y/N) up?" he said quickly, scolding himself internally at how excited he sounded.

San shrugged, "as men, that's the plan a- oh, shoot!" San faked a groan of frustration, making you and Wooyoung raise your eyebrows in surprise, "I forgot I had this... thing I planned out like weeks ago like soooo long ago that I definitely have to attend," he pouted at the both of you.

Then, San put an arm around you, "not to worry, my dear friend, Wooyoung here is a gentleman and he'll take you out on that date. Sounds good? Yeah? Yeah? Okay, say bye-bye to Wooyoung!" He spoke so quickly, neither you nor Wooyoung could respond as San had managed to push you out so quickly you would've left your skin if you were a cartoon.

Once you were gone, Wooyoung flopped down into the couch, squealing and giggling, punching the cushions and kicking the air in excitement. It took Yeosang and Seonghwa 20 minutes to calm Wooyoung down and get him to talk clearly.

Meanwhile, you scolded San for trapping you like that, telling him how it's embarrassing. You don't wanna admit it out loud, but you're actually thankful for what San did.

Even more so when San took your phone and type in Wooyoung's number.

'Better treat my best friend right ;)))'

[dancingwiththefae]

could you write 1 and 27 from this pls? you choose the pairing 💚

Hey! Sorry about the wait. I've given myself so much to do but I'm slowly making my way through it all now. I went for Yennskier for this, hope you don't mind.

1.“you think it’s cute when i’m mad? great, because i’m about to become real fucking adorable.” & 27. “there’s no reason why your awful attempts at flirting should be giving me butterflies, but here we are.”

CW: None

wc: 1.3k

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Jaskier had been acting strange. They ran into each other just outside Dorian a few days ago. He was performing when she arrived. Everyone was in high spirits, dancing and singing along, encouraged by an equally high-spirited Jaskier. She decided the sit back and watch. She could inquire about a room afterwards. She stuck to the far wall, not wanting to be pulled into the frenzy the bard had created. She leaned back and watched with folded arms – she didn’t want him to know she actually enjoyed his music.

It was when he stopped for a break that he spotted her. He bounded towards her with all the energy of an overexcited puppy.

“Yennefer!” He announced, loud enough for a few people to turn quizzically towards her. She did not appreciate the attention. “Where did you come from? Never mind uh- are you staying here? I have a room here already. Hey! You can share with me! Unless you already have a room-“

She put down his excited ramblings to the high of performance. He was always just a little bit more insufferable after performing for a lively crowd. But she was tired, and a bed was a bed. She held her hand out for the key.

She woke up in the night to a thud.

“Ow- fuck.”

She rubbed her eyes with her knuckles and sighed.

“Jaskier,” she whispered harshly, “are you drunk?”

“No,” retorted as he tripped over his own feet, “I don’t think so. Maybe?”

“For fuck sake.” She pulled back the covers. “Just get in and be quiet.”

He stumbled towards the bed and flopped down. He hadn’t even taken his boots off. She threw the covers over him and rolled onto her side, facing away from him. It was funny, he didn’t smell of alcohol. But there was something familiar. She put it to the back of her mind and went back to sleep.

Jaskier was still asleep when she got up in the morning. She could wake him, she supposed. But she decided to be kind and let him sleep off his impending hangover and went about with her day. When she came back later, she sensed something was wrong. Jaskier was sat on the bed, still in yesterdays clothes, looking down at the floor. He hadn’t heard her come in.

“Jaskier,” she called. His head shot up at the sound of his name. He blinked a few times, trying to focus on her.

“My boots.”

She had no idea where this was going.

“What about your boots?” she asked.

“Can’t remember how to get them off…” he trailed off as he knocked one foot against the other absently. That was worrying. And then she realised. That strange scent in the air. It wasn’t alcohol. It was magic. She marched up to him and stopped directly in front of him, snapping her fingers in his face to get his attention. His eyes widened as he looked up at her.

“You are so beautiful,” he said with what the sorceress could only describe as awe. She chose to ignore it, instead spreading her hand out above him to look for the cause. Just as she suspected, it was a curse. And it was slowly eroding his mind. She sighed internally. Only Jaskier could get himself into this mess. Who knows how long he’d been like this before she found him. How long he’d been stumbling around in confusion. It pulled at something in her heart. She tried her best to push it down. There was no point in getting sentimental now.

“Jaskier, I need you to listen to me.” She placed her hands on his shoulders, squeezing lightly. “You’ve been cursed. I can take it away but I need you to keep still for me, okay?”

He gave a slow nod.

“Anything for you.”

Yennefer would be glad to see the end of this already. The things he was saying were making her feel strange. She didn’t like it. Shaking herself mentally, she closed her eyes and concentrated. She felt her chaos swirl within her. Focusing, she harnessed her grip on it, directing it to where it needed to be. And then Jaskier snickered and she lost it.

“What.”

“Nothing, just-“ he shook his head in an exaggerated motion, “continue.”

She closed her eyes and tried again. Jaskier flopped down on the bed with a groan.

“I’m tired Yennefer. Come to bed with me.”

“Jaskier! I am trying to help you but I cannot do anything unless you cooperate. So you need to hold still because this curse is eating you from the inside out!” She stomped her foot. She wasn’t proud of it, acting like a child who wasn’t getting their own way. But nothing was getting through to him and she was losing her cool.

“Oh,” Jaskier sat up and looked at her with wide eyes, “that doesn’t sound very good.”

“No,” she huffed, “it’s not.”

Thankfully, something seemed to register because Jaskier finally stayed still long enough for her to place her hands on either side of his head. And then the bard laughed. She groaned in frustration and tried her best to ignore it.

“You’re cute when you’re mad,” Jaskier giggled.

Yennefer had just about reached her limit.

“You think it’s cute when I’m mad? Great, because I’m about to become real fucking adorable,” she threatened as he squirmed out of her grasp.

“You know,” he pointed a finger at her, “there’s no reason why your awful attempts at flirting should be giving me butterflies, but here we are.”

“I’m not flirting with you, bard.”

“Sure,” he said in a way that meant he didn’t believe her at all. She sighed, placing her hands either side of his head once again to keep him still.

“Look,” she pleaded, “let me just fix this now and then we can flirt later”

Jaskier’s brow shot up in surprise. It was quickly replaced by a look of absolute delight.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he promised.

“Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled, “now let me work before your brain leaks out of your ears.”

Finally, he held still. The promise of flirting seemed to do the trick. She should have tried this from the start. Even in his right mind, Jaskier would fall to his knees for a pretty face. She pushed into his mind. Slowly, cautiously. The mind was delicate, any slip up could cause irreversible damage. Eventually, she found it. The source of the curse. Like a hook, she gripped it, prying it free. She tugged and tugged until eventually the line snapped and it was released.

She pulled away from him and sat down on the chair opposite him, feeling drained. She watched as his face morphed from confusion to clarity to embarrassment. He ran a hand over his face, cringing at all that had just occurred. She felt a little bad for him. It wasn’t his fault the curse made him say those things.

“It made you say things you didn’t mean,” she reasoned, “that’s fine.”

“No that’s not what I-“ he cut himself off, letting out a noise of frustration. “I kept those sorts of thoughts to myself because I knew they weren’t wanted. And because of that- that- thing, I subjected you to them. I’m sorry.”

Oh.

“So you’re telling me that you think I’m…beautiful” she mocked, only to diffuse the attention.

“Yes,” he laughed without humour, “always have.”

“You never let on?”

“Believe it or not I do have a filter,” he sighed.

“Could have fooled me,” she said flatly. Silently, she got up and moved to sit beside him on the bed. He watched her warily as she reached out to place her hand on his knee.

“So what did you do?”

“Who says I did anything?” She gave him a flat look. “Well, it was more what I didn’t do I suppose. I rejected a witch at court about a week ago. She seemed to have taken offence. Beautiful woman but… I think one terrifying sorceress is enough.”

[spierfeld]

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