#oy he's such a silly guy.....

[sy-on-boy]

"Anya, are you... feeling okay?"

Anya stared at Becky with with big, blank, buggy eyes. "I don't understand," she said in a monotone.

Becky squinted at Anya. Anya was usually weird, but Becky knew her well enough to discern Anya's different types of weirdness. "Are you trying to be like Damian's creepy older brother?"

Ewen and Emile heard and quickly turned around to defend their best friend's brother. "Oy, don't insult Demetrius!" "He's not creepy, he's a genius! His mind operates at levels we cannot understand!"

"You guys are talking about my brother?" Damian's voice came. "What's all this fuss?"

Becky sighed, then deadpanned, "I think Anya's trying to be like your brother. For some reason."

Damian jumped and instantly scowled. Anya continued to silently stare at Damian with her buggy eyes. Damian backed away, weirded out (and oddly jealous) by Anya imitating his own brother. "Ugh, what's wrong with you, Forger?" he spluttered out, cheeks turning pink.

Upon seeing Damian's distaste, Anya blinked, dropped the act, and looked normal again. "Super Sy-on boy is a genius so I'm going to be like him until I become a genius. I wanna get stella stars like Super Sy-on boy."

"But Bossman also has stella stars," Ewen said innocently.

"But Super Sy-on boy has more stella stars," Anya interjected just as innocently. Damian's face instantly darkened.

Becky noticed and nudged Anya. "You didn't have to rub it in his face!" she hissed to Anya.

"Rub what in Sy-on boy's face?" Anya might not understand the saying, but now she knew she shouldn't had compared Damian with Demetrius even if it was unintentional. Anya gulped and nervously glanced at Damian, who was looking solemn and suddenly older than he was.

"Of course my brother is always better at everything. Even an idiot like her can see it. I don't like how she's imitating Demetrius (hah, a commoner like her would never come close to us Desmonds) but I see her point. Maybe I should be more like Demetrius too..."

Anya blinked. Becky's earlier words of "rub it in his face" came back to her. Face, face... Sy-on boy's face? In her mind, she superimposed Demetrius' buggy eyes and slicked back hair on top of Damian's. Hmph, a bit off-putting, but this was actually fine because Damian still looked stupid and snot-faced as he always did.

But then Anya imagined Demetrius' complete lack of expression on Damian— no more taunts, no more temper tantrums, no more of his silly red faces, but also no more smiles, no more tears, no more of that unadulterated fear she saw during the bus hyjacking, no more of that determined face of his when he shielded her from the dodgeball, no more of Damian being his annoying, crybaby, sometimes heroic self. A Damian with barely any thoughts. A Damian who didn't understand people and didn't bother with anything at all. No more Sy-on boy being Sy-on boy.

... And Anya didn't think she liked that.

"You don't have to be like Super Sy-on boy," Anya blurted out. She felt bad for making Damian feel down earlier, because she was supposed to be friends with him, and friends didn't make each other feel bad.

Damian looked at her, bewildered and somewhat taken aback. "Huh??"

What Anya thought was "your mom is weird and your brother is weird and your dad is an evil super boss. You're a jerk sometimes but you're not weird like they are, and I feel bad for you", but obviously she couldn't say that, so she simply said, "Sy-on boy is Sy-on boy. You're not Super Sy-on boy and you don't have to be like him (because I need to read your mind for the mission)."

Damian blinked, his heart warmed by Anya's unexpected sincerity. Anya wanted him to be himself? And not like his brother? She... didn't expect that from him?

Becky, intuitive as always, chimed in. "Damian, you're a bit of a brat, but don't turn into a creep like your brother."

Damian scowled. "My brother's not a creep!!"

"I'm just making a honest statement! It's for your own good!"

Anya stepped aside to let Becky and Damian bicker. Her eyes flitted over to Damian— Damian without those buggy eyes, Damian with long eyelashes, Damian with anger and scowls, Damian with thoughts and feelings and fears and likes and affection.

Then she thought of Damian's mother and brother with the odd, mysterious, and almost chilling darkness in their heads. In some way, Demetrius' apathy was easier to stomach than Melinda's tornado of chaotic and contradictory thoughts, but both of them threw her off. Damian, despite being Damian, despite being the son of the evil boss, was still... relatively normal. He smiled. He loved his dog. He was protective of his friends. He wanted stella stars. He threw temper tantrums. He wanted his family to love him. (He was scared of being abandoned.) Despite everything, Damian was still like Anya.

... Yeah. Anya hoped Sy-on boy would stay Sy-on boy for as long as he could.

[ladybyakuya]

| THAW + GAKU. 

+cw. — fem!reader, biker au, biker!gaku, biker!nagumo, uzuki, akira, kashimo are mentioned, background uzurion & taroaoi; no fluff or smut so idk what to mention except, heavy pining, tension, first meet, and flirting. Will there be more? Lets see? 

+wc. —1.2k 

+syn.— oya? A new face in town? A new trophy to win? Perhaps. . .

+notes. — thought too much about biker!gaku while listening to Tough by l d ray and now i’m here.| redirect to blog navigation.

Gaku always ties his ace hand bandages on both hands all by himself while the spectators watch him do it, slowly surrounding him like a bevy of stars, boys and girls alike thinking what if he needs help, what if he picks one of them but he never picks someone from the crowd to do it. It is a holy ritual for him, a gesture of good luck before he secures a win against the rival gang but tonight as he spots a new face among the crowd and that too in the rival gang he can not help but wonder who might you be! 

He sees you hiding behind one of the top bikers in the rival gang, Rion Akao clutching onto her arms like it is a last stick in the sea to survive, eyes lingering all over the place with a downpour of worry and fear. Why did Akao-san bring you here? Or were you that curious that she could not dismiss your demand? Did you throw a tantrum? Oh my my! Are you the tantrum-thrower type? Kei who is standing by his side notices how Gaku’s hand movements have ceased while doing his silly habit for what he calls “a holy ritual.” 

He nudges Gaku’s elbow saying, “Oye focus.”

“Huh?” was all Gaku yielded from his chest looking at Kei and then looking at you asking, “Who’s that? Never seen her before.”

“That’s Rion. You truly need those eyes to get checked.” While Geku’s eyes still watch you from the gaps of the crowd, his eyebrows pinch at first; then he turns his head towards Uzuki exclaiming with a tone of taunt laced underneath, “Really now! You have eyes only for Rion-san but no one else, huh?” as he leans over the engine of his bike and everyone in the crowd vocally swoons in unison at his stance which certainly makes you notice that particular crowd surrounding a biker on the opposite side of the road.

Uzuki’s eyes go flat like a heart monitor of a dying patient. He can’t put up with this now! Literally can’t.Not again. The visible annoyance on his face does not go unnoticed by Gaku and hence, he decides to salt and pepper it as the announcement starts to blare, “Everyone! clear the path. The race is going to start soon. Everyone! clear the path The race. . .”

Today’s crowd is not that rowdy so Kashimo does not have to hurt his throat and lungs much. Sometimes he has to take medicine but that happens on special days, like when there is a race match between Taro and Uzuki. 

As the crowd disperses, Nagumo gets ready for his race against Gaku. The former holds his helmet in his hands as Rion whispers in his ears. Nagumo laughs as Rion steps away with a serious expression while he laughs before stating,” Sure. Sure. I will take her on a ride for sure,” looking at you. 

“I will not wear a helmet though.” You demand. One of Nagumo’s eyebrows jumps; not that Nagumo is reluctant to your choice yet feels the urge to look at Rion. Her expression does not help him much. 

“No. can’t do. Safety first lady.”  Nagumo chimes.

Now the road is occupied by the two bikers who are about to race against each other. Most of the crowd had stepped back to the pavement alongside the road. Gaku still has not completed his ace bandage, which is spotted from where Kashimo is announcing. He was just about to ping Uzuki about it but things take an unexpected turn.

Standing among the crowd, you laugh at Nagumo’s silly antics while Rion scolds him. Gaku glances at Kei before he extends his arm towards the other side of the road. The unified commotion of the crowd dissipates gradually as you finally lay eyes on him. You see the guy opposite Nagumo swallowing, the movement of his Adam’s apple is painfully visible. It takes a while for everyone to understand who is he pointing at.

Rion and Kei exchange looks. While Kei lets his fingers skim through his hair in disbelief a smile tugs up along Rion’s lips. “Go on. He is harmless,” says she swatting her hand making your lithe grip let loose. You look at Aoi who is standing beside Taro holding his hand because Rion saying ‘harmless’ is not the kind of gauging you can easily rely on. Aoi smiles at you while Taro just nods. Now, what’s that supposed to mean? You look at the biker on the opposite side of the road who is still waiting, extending his hand out towards you. 

You sigh, just once but with the silence that got clustered in this place within a few minutes your sigh sure sounds heavy. You cross the road, stand in front of Gaku, and grace him with a two-second eye contact before holding those dangling bandages. You tilt your head and inspect. There is not much to be done, except wrapping the tape around his fingers and the thumb part has already been done. It is a good thing that you knew otherwise it would be so embarrassing. Maybe he would instruct you or show you how to do it on one of his hands so that you could do the other. You secure the wrapping with the velcro ends it had. Your ears pick up a question, “Are you new around here?”

Gaku gives you his other hand with a tape coming out of his pocket. You look at him with a surprise washing over your face, lips visibly apart as your eyebrows pinch. Is this guy for real? “No. Not really,” you say inserting the loop over his thumb. You need a sort of support to achieve the tight binding it demands. A part of you wants to avoid any sort of skin contact not because he is a stranger or an acquaintance of an acquaintance but because you would like your boundaries to be protected. So, you scoot forward a little letting his fingertips rest on the leather jacket yours,  the left side where your heart resides, while holding his wrist that has already been wrapped. You start to wrap the tape around his wrist then diagonally when Gaku notices how even your heart beats. It makes him nervous. 

“What will you be doing after this race?” Your movement pauses for like two seconds and then you continue. “Are you free?” Gaku can feel your heart rate. It is not calm anymore. You tie around his knuckles, then move to wrap in between his fingers one by one taking your time while the grip on his wrist grows firm. You can feel his pulse too. It is throbbing like an old light in the attic.

“Am not,” you utter, sticking the two ends of velcro one over the other. Glancing at him once you get back to the other side of the road getting behind Rion like you did before but this time not holding her hand or Akiras who is smiling and giving you looks. 

“That was an odd display of . . . affection?” The mike is alive again. Gaku looks like he just has his pants. 

“You really need to teach him some manners Kei.”  Gaku voiced. 

Uzuki lets out a chuckle offering the most humble response, “Now why would I do that?”

[carlydotcomm]

toy [t·​oy]

noun: toy; plural noun: toys; modifier noun: toy

an object, especially a gadget or machine, regarded as providing amusement for an adult.

— content index; fleshlights, “creampie” , twitter porn

— authors note; some more horny bullshit for the masses <3 can you guys tell I like writing for armin? also ! feel free to send suggestions, i need inspiration.

armin got a new toy.

sure, it only took a total of six months and thirteen days to gather the courage to buy one in the first place, but, he got one, and boy was it pricey.

is this really something I want to spend my hard earned money on?

he asked himself as he watched the money leave his account, along with his dignity. he felt like a complete loser, that feeling only intensifying upon receiving his long awaited item.

ever since he moved away for college, armin has made a vow to unshelter himself little by little— not that it was his idea to begin with. connie and eren were often the type of people to make decisions for him, and he was the type to go along. (ahh, the art of peer pressure.)

it’s just something to start…

that’s what he told himself as he tore open the box, tape sticking to the cotton of his white t-shirt as he hastily attempted to pull it off. all he wanted was to get his hands on it, to feel the soft, squishy silicone under his finger tips. to get his money’s worth out of this hunk of high quality plastic.

he felt like a joke. a complete and utter joke.

that wasn’t gonna dissuade him from using it though.

he was only human, right? he had needs and wants like everyone else…he deserved to have something nice to help him take care of them.

that was his excuse for the way he fucked himself silly. hot pants leaving his lips as he replayed the video for the umpteenth time, getting lost in the throaty moans of some trashy pornstar he found on twitter. liking the way her voice made his cock throb each time he buried himself to the hilt, stretching out the silicone with every slaphappy thrust he made until his hips haulted and all he could do was whine. his jaw going slack as he emptied himself into his newly purchased toy, eyes locked on the set of tits that were displayed on his laptop screen.

god, he was such a loser.

but at least he’s got a new toy.

[rai-chuuuu]

Hey can i get a nct127 headcanon

They dating a latina reader? Thanks🩷 if you want to do it in spanish or English it’s fine

╰┈➤ nct (127) dating a latina !

dating a latina + extra facts (0.8k words)

pairing ; every member x fem latina!reader

warnings ; fluff , silly stuff , pet names (theyre from doyoung and jaehyun) ,

Taeyong - At first, he was scared to meet your parents, but they absolutely love him. He’s a bit shy, but that doesn’t stop Taeyong from helping out with your family. Whenever you visit your family, it’s either your mom or an aunt giving you a plate full of food and saying, “Oyes, esto es para tu novio. (Hey, this is for your boyfriend.)” Taeyong makes an effort to learn Spanish to the best of his ability. Maybe it isn’t the best, but he has a good understanding of it. 

Extra: His favorite dish would be fresas con crema.

Johnny - You know when you have a crush on a sibling or cousin's partner? That’s the case for one of the teenagers in the family. It’s because of how charismatic Johnny is. Other than that, your tias love him and talk about all kinds of family chisme. Whenever he’s asked to put tortillas on the comal, he always manages to miss a tortilla or grab it when it’s too hot. He calls you his “beautiful Latina queen.” 

Extra: Johnny probably loves your mom's food more than yours. You can’t even blame him for that.

Yuta - The little kids love hanging out with him! Whenever he’s over, you can always find Yuta playing soccer or messing around with the dogs. If you go to a family gathering without him, the kids ask where he is. Sometimes he’ll try to give the dog some tortilla, but he isn’t sneaky with it. Yuta’s favorite holiday is Christmas, especially with your family. Most of the time, he gets more gifts than the kids because everyone loves him. You’ll get a present or two, but he goes home with the best stuff ever!

 Extra: Yuta sleeps with a wolf blanket.

Doyoung - Everyone loves Doyoung. He’s amazing at Spanish, can get along with every age group, and has such a nice charm. He abandons you for your tias. Whenever you try to talk to Doyoung, he’s in the middle of chismeando or is helping someone cook. When you two are talking with the señoras, it’s a conversation that lasts forever. That’s why you guys leave so late. He calls you things like “mi vida” or "cariño,” and it’s so heartwarming when it happens because he really does love you. 

Extra: Your family might love him more than you.

Jaehyun - Unlike Doyoung, your family abandons their activities for him. They all swarm around Jaehyun and ask him all kinds of questions, as if they’ve never seen a man. They always ask him such weird things, like if he’s an alien or something. Also, unlike Doyoung, whenever he calls you “mi amor” or “mi reina," it’s honestly terrible because he’s not saying it in the accent, but it’s okay because it’s Jaehyun. He tries, and that’s what really matters. Honestly, he’d be a perfect vaquero boyfriend.

 Extra: He once got on a horse but got flung off not long after.

Jungwoo - He loves hanging out with the guys in the family. Once Jungwoo is with them, expect him to not leave until it's too late. He always finds a way to impress your tios, whether it’s speaking Korean, Chinese (Mandarin, I believe), or even the little bit of Spanish he’s picked up. On game days, Jungwoo’s watching the game and might’ve bet some money as well. Whenever a holiday pops up, everyone already knows to serve bigger portions for him due to his appetite. He gets spoiled. 

Extra: His grito is really good. Impressive, even.

Mark - The adults love him, but the children have a burning hatred for him. He’s getting showered with affection while not understanding what they’re saying at all, but he’s always getting stared down by the kids. The reason was because Mark took all the piñata candy. He doesn’t play around when it comes to piñatas. Mark also shows people his music and convinces them to stream it, but that doesn’t work.

 Extra: When he’s traveling with you to a Latin country, he gets scammed by street vendors.

Haechan - Sometimes you can’t tell if your family is yours or Hyucks. They adore him and spoil him rotten. You get to eat a single plate? Your moms already gave Haechan three. It’s sick and twisted. He’s a prank puller, but everyone still loves him. Other than that, he’s a real family guy. Haechan loves being with you and your family, even if there’s a slight language barrier. 

Extra: Once planted, place baby Jesus in your rosca slice to avoid making tamales himself.

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 29

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27 @shroomje

"You didn't have to waste your Saturday. You could have enjoyed sleeping in." Oystein said as he leaned against the wall outside of the studio. She had encouraged him to get back into the things he loves the most which was his music so when he called up the band and said he wanted to record, they were eager to get in the booth with him.

"Sleeping in is no fun if I don't wake you up with a blowjob so I might as well spend it listening to you create music." She smiled making him look over at her.

"You're perfect, you know that?" Oystein said almost emotionless.

"Yeah I know. You're so lucky." Y/n teased before leaning over and kissing him. Hellhammer emerged from the booth and gave Y/n a wave.

"Hey we're ready to record guitar, if you are." He said as Oystein pushed off the wall. Oystein kissed you again before he followed him into the booth. Y/n walked to the vending machines to get food since they hadn't stopped for breakfast. The door opened again and she heard a sound of disgust.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Varg appeared looking annoyed.

"Making latkes, what the fuck do you think I'm doing here?" Y/n matched his energy.

"He's bringing you to recording sessions now? Great, two fucking annoyances to put up with." Varg spat.

"You know, you talk a lot for a guy who was practically handing out hand jobs when you first met Mayhem...don't think I don't remember you." This caught Varg's attention.

"You sat in that chair for like two hours waiting for a moment to try and talk to him and now you look at him like he didn't give you an in." Y/n chuckled.

"An in? I paid for his fucking studio time, I paid for the record, you don't know shit you cunt." Varg stepped closer to her.

"You paid because you wanted a way in and you didn't pay, your mommy did. You're just some leech who wants to take over something you had no hand in creating." Y/n laughed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You know, someone should really put a curb in your mouth. You run your ignorant mouth about things that would get you beaten and strung up someplace else. Perhaps I should remind you of the scum you truly are." She could feel Varg's breath on her face. She wasn't intimated by him in the slightest.

"You light a few churches up and suddenly you think you can throw around threats of violence? You a tough guy now Varg? You're a rich little prick who's mommy and daddy paid to get you out of their hair." Varg slammed his chest into Y/n and she hit the wall hard.

"Shut your whore mouth. You keep talking and I might just take that little bitch boyfriend of yours off his pedestal. He would make a real nice bitch in prison for arson." Varg gritted through his teeth. Y/n wasn't scared of Varg. The things he said to her didn't bother her until he brought up Oystein.

"You don't even know him. You suck dick of a guy who pretends to be something he's not. How pathetic are you?" Varg chuckled.

"I guess it would take a poser to spot a poser." Y/n was prepared as he stalked back towards her but Hellhammer opened the door and he halted in place.

"We're ready..." Hellhammer looked between you two and Varg stormed past him, knocking him out of the way.

"You okay?" Hellhammer looked her over and she gave him a nod.

"You can go in the studio if you want to wait with us. You don't have to sit out here." He offered kindly and Y/n smiled.

"I appreciate the offer but could you actually do me a favor? Can you tell Oy-" She stopped herself.

"Can you tell Euronymous that I'm going to head home?" She used his stage name, knowing the Hellhammer didn't mind if she used his real name but it felt silly when she only ever called Hellhammer....Hellhammer.

"Are you sure? Did Varg...did he do something to you?" He extended a hand out touching her arm and she shook her head.

"I don't want to cause any issues. He hates me but he also hates Euro so I think the both of us together might ignite a war and I want you guys to get some actual recording done." She tried to play it off.

"Fuck him. He's an asshole. Don't you ever think you don't have a place here with us. It's what Pelle would have wanted." She had never heard him talk about Pelle. She didn't think they were particularly close but she knew that being in a band together, living with one another, you had to have some kind of closeness.

She reached out and kissed Hellhammer on the cheek.

"Thank you, really. I'm okay. Take these snacks, fuel up and make some black metal music. I'd say kiss my boyfriend for me too but-"

"I gotta draw the line somewhere." He laughed. Hellhammer took the snacks and walked back into the studio with the others and Y/n watched Oystein from the door as he played. She smiled seeing how lost in the chords he was playing. Music was a real passion for him and she wanted him to keep playing. She hated that someone who loathed him so much tainted the band he loved so much.

[ratatatastic]

highsticking in the ozone with 8.8 seconds left against one of the leagues most explosive pps? oy vey... his silly meter is off the charts

also before the whistle swaggy taps his stick against ekholms skate and ekholm and pushes him gently away like hes nothing more than yorkie nipping at his heels

into the silly box for being too silly its where whimsy goes to die also if anything it did give us the funniest intermission interview of all time

You /are/ going to start the second period in the box, what does discipline mean to you guys in this series?

Yeah, obviously, we need to stay out of the box, they have a really good powerplay, obviously— that's a tough play at the end by me, but I mean we gotta stay out of the box.

"we" swaggy its funny that you say "we"

edmonton oilers @ florida panthers game 1 | 6.8.24

[tierra-paldeana]

"¡Oye Rika! ¿Todavía estas enojada conmigo? Tengo que hablar contigo."

☠🌏– ''...''

She gives him a slightly judgamental look. This guy again...

But at the same time, it is a rather weak judgamental look, since she's not usually the type to hold grudges, and she cannot even remember the nickname(s) he had given her anymore.

She tucks her hands in her pockets.

''...No. Sería tontería seguir enfadada. Ni me acuerdo qué me dijiste, así que quedas perdonado, chaval.''¹

Talk with her? About what? She tilts her head curiously, rising an eyebrow - but she suddenly remembers.

''...Perdona, ¿te habíais presentado? Creo que se me olvidó preguntarte como te llamas...''²

¹No. It'd be silly for me to stay angry. Can't even remember what ya' told me, so I forgive ya', kiddo.

²...Sorry, did ya' introduce yerself? I think I forgot to ask ya yer name...

[avengedbiologist]

For character ask game:

8 and 9 for your bby girl Captain Black.

Helloo!

My number one bbygirl Conrad 🫶🫶

Unpopular headcanon?

Here's the thing, I don't hear people talking about him much nor do I hear people's headcanons on the guy (since most tend to headcanon the main fellas and forget the icon) so I don't exactly know what's classed as unpopular. So let's be silly and just say a headcanon and I guess I'll find out if its unpopular or not :)

This randomly popped into my head. So we all know Conrad worked for WSP on Fireball XL3 (if u didn't well now u know 🫶) and so he probably knows some of the fireball xl5 crew. I firmly believe that Conrad does not get along with Steve. It isn't ye olde classic of 'Conrad is a dark grumpy guy so he hates people and is a loner and hates Steve cause Steve is good positive guy.' It's not that. I don't really know what it is. He gets on with literally everyone else but just happens to bump heads with Steve. Even the mention of Mr Zodiac has him rolling his eyes. (Woop de wee wow this is becoming an essay).

Next question!

A scene that made me love/hate the character.

Now I'm gonna have to go with NCS Conrad cause let's be honest, old Conrad doesn't do that much, he makes Scott Tracy look useful. Comic and NCS Conrad put in the damn work. I ain't gonna talk about comic Conrad cause he's too silly and pretty (not that NCS Conrad isn't that) and I don't wanna go in to the depths. So NCS we go. And I gotta say best of enemies. I get it's not a scene but u seriously cannot split this ep' up like that. It shows the depth of the guy in and out oy mysteronisation. I think this is the first time we see this switch, from cold mysteron to who the guy really is. Like alot of people perceive Conrad to be this grumpy bastard that doesn't like anyone (which is fake news guys) this guy is so passionate with others, especially with destiny, this guy is in love and any chance be breaks free he asks if she is okay. We see his relationship with Paul and how close their friendship is/was. He's such a complex character and I'd love the psychoanalyse him and write an essay but maybe not at this very moment. I think alot of people need to think about Conrad (and other characters) in a more complex way cause there is so much this guy has to offer. Also the EP was good cause he said 'hows this for collateral' and that was iconic.

Wowie what a ramble and thanks for the the Q's :)))

[poppurini]

rook toenail pics ultra hd when 😔

lilia leaving small impish love bites on your neck

lilia placing princely kisses on the back of your hand

lilia slowly and teasingly zipping up your dress

lilia princess carrying u when you seem unwell

lilia chuckling at you when you unconsciously do something adorable

leona thinking abt how cute you are when youre mad at him

leona pulling you by the waist to get you to sit on hisblap

leona letting you lean on him while he grips on to the handrail in a bus/train

malleus caressing your cheek with his thumb when you guys kiss

malleus knowing real well how you crumble under the weight of his stare

malleus smiling into the kiSs

malleus having more number of hearts beside your name than all his other contacts

malleus asking if youre okay and making sure youre absolutely comfortable in the relationship

rook sneaking little lingering touches around your waist with the tip of his fingers

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCM IS WEOJF WIRH YOU WHAT HAVE I DOEM?????????????????? THIS WANST NECRSSARY

LILAI LESVING LOVE BUTES ON MYM NEMFKC WHEHPOW AYHRBEJ FICK????? HE’S SOSNOSBSO SOS SO UGH EVEYRTHKNG ABORU HIM IS JUST SO GENTLEMANLY????? ANDND AJSBQ AND HE’S OS UHANSOEM HIS CHUCKLE HIS FUCKING CHUCKLE I WILL FUCKING EVAPORATE INTO THIN AIR WDYM PRINCENSS CARTYJGNN?????? HUH????? HE SSOUGCJ A TEASE JUST ZIP MY FICKFI DRESS ALREADY STOP PLATINNG UPHOHR MUM LILIA VANROEYEG IISSED THE BAKCJ OF MY HANF

leona. leona? GET AWYAYF FEOM ME????????? I’M ABIUT TO GET REAL FUCKIGNG CUTE I’LL SMASH MY FACE ONTO HIS (KISSING) OM THE LAP??????(?) HUNYJTHT FUCKF NO OD OTNT WANT TO SIT ON TOYR LAP letting me lean on him while he’s hodifnheg the handeail dO YOY OY HAVE NAY IDEA HOWH KUCH DAMAHE THIS HAS DONE TOR ME???? HEYS THE FICK??????? IS WEONF WITJ haha he’s so stronk GRIPS ON BICEP

ONE TOUCH FROM MAL WILL LITERALLY ASCEND ME TO THE HEAVENS DO NOT I REPEAT DO NOT TOUCH ME WHEN YOURE KSISINGG ME OR SMILE INTO THE KISS I WILL MELTL I WILL BE ABOSOFRDB BY THE GORUND AND HIS STARE???(( HIS STARW???????? I CANNOT JOLD EYE CONTatc FORBTBEJ LIFE OF ME haha he’s such a silly guy he put hearts behind my name in his contacts MAY I FUCKING MARRY YOU AND CALL YOU MINE HE’S ADORABLE I’M MORE TJAN HAPPY ANSN COFMEOTBAKE TO HE IN A RELAJFOSNHO WITH YOU SIR????????????

hey winnie listen. listen. i don’t like r**k h**t at ALL. absolutely not. i gag whenever i see that man. we are EXES. he has NO MORE effect on me.

ROODKN SNEKAING LITIRLE OKBEGRIFNG TOUCHES ARORUEN MY WAIST FUCKCv?!,!,!,!?!.’ HUYBDISMD DONYOU KNOW HOW BABDLY I HAEV A THIGNF RO HANDS STFU MILLIE DOES NOT LIKE ROOK HUNT

I’LL SCATTER MY ASHES AND MAKE IT WAFT AROUND IN THE FUCKING AIR SO YOU’D CHOKE ON IT

[discotenny]

OHH YOU GET IT YOU GET IT YOU GET IT YOU GET ITT

I also think that ramuda finds after a while that he does truly enjoy a lot of the things that he thought he was only pretending to like..... I think he did so many cute and fun things but never truly let himself indulge in them to the fullest and always questioned if he actually liked anything, at all, that feeling of emptiness inside and unsure whether or not he could ever enjoy anything

but (seeing this through a fling poly lense. but platonic posse or y/n perspective fits just as much) his reactions to his loved ones, gen being silly or dice being stupid or the two trying to make him laugh.. he reacts the way he would pretend to but it's cuter and cheerier because it's honest... aaaahghghggnvjfjwudfffff ramfdddmdmdmdmdmrzmudassramudamramuramuramura

AMEMURA

also, I um I thought that your discodark tag was inexcplicably #DISCOSHARK and sat here for so long trying to figure out why. oy. amazing tag though I wouls use that

be careful writing smut because omfg every time I've seen a hypmic blog accept smut the horny fans make it so like 80% are smut, minor fans are pushed out and then the author gets tired of only writing smut/overworked from the demand and retires from hypmic 😭 the horny force is strong here

however. I already have a req in mind haha I wil wait until mine and a lot of others are filled before submitting to be fair but... >:3

also imo in the fling poly house... everyone has their own room but they often sleep in one with each other, dice is almost always in ramuda or gen's bed at night and the one everyone usually ends up in is ramuda's

if you don't fall asleep cuddling or ■■■■■■■ dice you wake up with him at the foot of your bed like a big dog 🤭 -jaku anon

RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT !!! It’s the inner conflict thats akin to delusion. What if he’s enjoying these things because it’s what he’s supposed to do to keep up appearances. What if he’s smiling and laughing and having fun because it’s all apart of the careful persona he’s built up after all this time.

It doesn’t cross his mind that he could possibly genuinely enjoy the things he does because he thinks everything about him is part of the persona. He doesn’t think the laughs and smiles and fun are real cause he’s never experienced it sincerely before. Through time with Gentaro, Dice, and everyone else in his life though- the line between “Ramuda” and Ramuda blur.

Bit by bit he starts to realize that he’s not laughing to keep up appearances, he’s not eating this ice cream to survive, and he’s not hugging his friends to build artificial bonds.

I appreciate how Hypmic as a brand didn’t make Ramu secretly hate all the pastels and fluff he surrounds himself with. It’s refreshing seeing a male chara of his nature enjoy that stuff personally 🤔🤔🤔 It’s part of what makes Ramu such a good chara to me ^w^

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The last time I wrote smut on this blog was when I was a minor writing for Bungo JABSKDBDKDJIS (DWDW IM TURNING 19 SOONTOO 🙏🙏🙏). The horny force is VERYYY much strong in that fandom too if u guys take a peek. And I definitely know what you mean by minor fans are pushed out, it was soooo prevalent back in my Hetalia and BSD eras (separate ansnsjdhdkdndj)

I’ve seen and heard my own stories of how writers would get overwhelmed writing smutfic only and it’s something I do wish to avoid 😣. And I REALLLLY don’t want it to become what the majority of my blog is about. Maybe if I get tipsy again I’ll have a horny thirsts night but that’s about it skdbdkdbdk.

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Everyone sleeping in Ramu’s bed is such a thought omg kenkenrnrndmwm. Trying to cramp 4 people with wildly different preferred sleeping positions in one bed is insane. You guys will see more of this in my big sleeping post but I HC Gentaro to be the most cuddliest at night because of how he runs cold. His limbs are long so at least one arm / leg is touching each of you at once.

AND I FULLY AGREE !! Dice is the type to stand at the end of your bed, silent and staring- waiting till you wake up in the middle of the night and it scares the shit out of you. Terrified, you ask him what’s up and he says he had a tummy ache :C

[stormkobra-5]

Can i request the moon boys reacting to y/n getting angry at a sibling over a special interest I think it might be funny seeing the moon boys reacting to y/n who is usually nice and sweet just go ballistic

I kinda lost it at my brother today swore like a sailor over marvel icronicly 🤣

I keep requesting cause i love your writing so much 💖💖

Bro?!?! Buddy?!?! Are you me?!?! This literally happens to me all. The. TIME. I know exactly how you feel. I’m flattered you think my writing is that great, I don’t mind you sending in requests at all! uwu

Pairing: Moon Boys x gn!Reader

Fic Type: Blurb

Summary: You’re typically sweet as sugar, but when your sibling teases you a little too much about a special interest, you take a turn that’s extremely surprising to your boyfriends.

A/N: This takes place in an au where Moon Knight is not in the MCU, they’re real superheroes serving the real god of the moon and the MCU is a movie series. :p (I was gonna use Star Wars, but you mentioned Marvel, so I decided to use that if that’s okay.)

Note: [Y/S/N] = Your Sibling’s Name

Rating/Warnings: 14+, strong language, probably some incorrect MCU references, an AU that doesn’t make sense b u t *shrugs* this is fanfic, bewildered Moon Bois, gn!sibling so that it’s more reader-friendly (I didn’t want to just add brother or sister lmao), cussing, swearing, and name-calling to a sibling in a loving manner, a sibling teasing reader in a sibling way, reader using crappy insults because I’m not very creative lmao

Your sibling had come to visit you in Steven’s little flat, an unexpected surprise that neither of you were anticipating in the slightest. Unannounced completely. It wasn’t bad, it was just… Startling? Yes, startling is the correct term.

I mean, the flat was a mess. Your lazy weekend was indeed the laziest of weekends. That meant lots of cuddles and not so much actually getting up to put things in the trash can, or do the laundry, or do the dishes. It looked like the flat hadn’t been cleaned in months. I mean, what were they gonna say about you to the rest of the family?! That you and your boyfriend(s) were slobs?!

Marc and Jake immediately retreated into the headspace when Steven opened the door curiously to find your sibling standing there. “Oy?! Lads?! Where’d’you think you’re going?!” Steven’s desperate thoughts were met by Marc and Jake’s unadulterated terror.

“Ohoooo no, hombré,” Jake said, turning to hide in one of the back rooms of Steven’s mind-replicated flat. “I’m not ready to face that yet!”

“Besides, Steven,”Marc reasoned, slowly backing away, “You’re the nicest and most likable out of the three of us.”

And so that was how Steven alone was promptly smushed into a bone-crushing hug. “So you’re the boyfriend!” 

“U-uhm… Yes, I am?” Poor Steven voiced it like a question, glancing back over his shoulder to try and convey his fear to you as you approached with a lazy smile. 

“Yes, he’s my boyfriend,” You gently pried Steven out of the hug, patting his back a little so that he might be reminded to breathe. The poor guy looked like a deer in the headlights, waiting for what he thought was the inevitable disapproval of your family member. “Steven, this is Y/S/N. Y/S/N, this is Steven.”

“Nice to finally meet you,” Y/S/N shook Steven’s hand adamantly, whereas your boyfriend was a little more hesitant, a shy smile on his face. “Y/N’s told me a lot about you.”

“They have?” Steven seemed surprised. You wrapped your arms around one of his and leaned into his warmth.

“Don’t be so shocked, silly. Of course I talk about you.” To your sibling, you said with a jerk of your chin, “What’s up?”

“I was in the area for business,” Y/S/N replied, “Figured I’d swing through.”

“You have a hotel?” You inquired, pulling them further into your flat. Steven quietly shut the door behind you, ensuring that it was locked.

“Well, yeah, but it’s one of those old creepy ones like you see in scary movies.” At your frown, Steven perked up.

“Uh oh,” Marc thought, rushing into the headspace. “Don’t even think about it, Steven.”

“Amigo, if you do this, I swear to god, I will kick you in the crotch.”

“...Jake, we share a body.”

“And if he does this, we’ll be in pain already. Might as well make him suffer for it.”

“Why don’t you stay with us?” Steven offered, ignoring his alters. He saw your concern and wanted to get rid of it. You didn’t need to worry like that. He wanted to help, and the way your face lit up at the suggestion only made him more certain that this was the right thing to do– not to mention, your smile also shut his alters up for a second as they admired you.

Your sibling eagerly agreed, and while they went to collect their things from their hotel, you and Steven tidied up the apartment. You laughed and rambled on excitedly about having your sibling stay with you for a few days, and that night at dinner Steven grew more comfortable around them as they spoke, conversations touching on old family stories, amusing tales of childhood endeavors that ended in chaos, and nostalgic recollections of old places.

That is, until your sibling noticed your Marvel merchandise in the bedroom as you gave them a tour. 

Comics, movies, an action figure or two, you had a connection to the movie franchise that your boyfriends found endearing. You would have them watch the movies with you, telling them all the details that they hadn’t noticed or pointing out comic Easter Eggs and similarities. They were pretty sure you could recite Black Panther line-for-line just from memory alone, and for all it was worth, the boys tried their absolute hardest to keep up with all the information, although the MCU was notoriously confusing. 

“You’re still into Marvel, huh?” Your sibling joked.

“Um, yeah?” You gave them a look as if that was the dumbest question they could’ve asked.

Y/S/N just shrugged.

The boys thought nothing of it.

Y/S/N intended to stay for only three days, and on the first day, things went over smoothly. On the second, Steven overheard your sibling teasing you about your Marvel collection again. From where he sat with his book on Egyptian mythos, Steven lifted his head to listen to the exchange.

“Shut up, Y/S/N! Put that down!” You were sweet as always, your voice soft and tender.

“What, you mean your toys?”

“They’re not toys, they’re action figures.”

“Action figures. Action figures which you set on your five million Marvel comics. I’m surprised the floor doesn’t cave in.”

“Ugh, you’re impossible…”

“And you’re a geek.”

Still swapping playful banter, you and your sibling left the bedroom and went out for the day– but not before giving Steven a goodbye kiss. You pecked him a second time– “For Marc” – and a third – “For Jake” – before pulling away. 

You returned later in the evening, with no sign of Y/S/N. “Where’s Y/S/N?” Steven questioned, glancing toward the door as if he expected them to enter as he spoke.

“We split up,” You answered as you started up some popcorn in the microwave. “They’ll come back later. For now, though…” You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a kiss. “We’ve got the evening to ourselves.”

“Sounds lovely, darling,” Steven hummed, kissing your cheek. His arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you close. “Marc says it’s your turn for movie night.”

“I know!” You chirped excitedly as the corn kernels in the microwave started popping. Steven– and Marc and Jake, within the headspace– watched fondly as you zipped around him, headed for the tv remote. “I know exactly what we’re watching.”

“Age of Ultron?” Steven guessed, eliciting a scoff from you.

“No. We’re watching the first Avengers. The original.”

As you prepared the streaming site, Steven continued where you’d left off with the popcorn, getting out the designated gigantic bowl and your favorite drinks. It was then that your sibling walked through the door, all smiles and warm greetings until they seen what you were putting on the tv. “Ugh. Avengers again? Haven't you seen it a billion times already? Give it a break, will ya?”

Steven, Marc, and Jake watched as you put your hands together like you were praying, taking a deep breath. 

And then, you just…

It was like an atomic bomb went off or something. 

“Alright, listen up you fucking dingbat,” You said— you! Their sweet Y/N, cussing?! The boys stared with wide, surprised eyes as you kept going. “I don’t give a shit— nay, two shits— what the fuck you think about my interests, because that’s just what they are. My interests. Hear that? Lemme say it again for your brain cells in the back: my. Fucking. Interests. So that means whatever two-cents you care to drop are promptly shoved in the ‘who-gives-a-fuck’ bin, which is lower on the goddamn rung than the ‘i-don’t-give-a-shit’ barrel. You’re here as my guest you fucking skunk-wad, and while you’re here you can either shut your damn mouth and enjoy the damn movie I’m putting on for entertainment, or walk the fuck away and go on casually about your boring-ass evening in whatever way you choose. But it’s my turn for movie night, dammit, so we’re fucking watching Avengers. Unless you wanna go fucking prance around the flat, then be my guest. Otherwise, shut up, fuck off, peace out.”

With that, you plopped on the couch as if nothing had happened. “Steven, honey, you can bring the popcorn. Come sit down.”

Oh shit. 

Oh fuck.

Maldito infierno.

Steven very cautiously approached, feeling for all the world as if he were a soldier sneaking between two opposing lines of fire, still wide-eyed with shock. Did that just happen?! He was surprised when Y/S/N only nodded, as if impressed by your outburst. Steven sat beside you and braced for the worst, especially when your sibling sat down on his other side. You pushed play.

And simultaneously, you both grabbed a handful of popcorn.

What the bloody hell?

What the hell?

¿Qué carajo?

Then you both started excitedly making references and pointing out keys of the plot, as if you hadn’t snapped at your sibling. Oh, well. I guess we fight like that a lot, don’t we?

“Yeah, you’re right,”Marc shrugged within the headspace. “Though… I’ve gotta admit…”

“That was… Extremely sexy of them,” Jake added when Marc lost his words.

Steven didn’t vocalize it, but he didn’t need to. He was in full agreement. When your sibling left the next morning, Steven told you almost before the door had completely shut, “Y’know that was really bloody hot when you told them off, love.”

You laughed, leaning into his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “You think so?”

“Yeah,” Steven admitted softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Jake and Marc think so, too.” You hummed, thoughtfully. Maybe even somewhat shyly. You’d hardly ever gotten more than frustrated, so your little sailor-swear outburst was unexpected, even for you. You were drawn out of your thoughts, a peal escaping from your throat as Steven tickled your sides a little to get your attention. “We’ve got ourselves a little spitfire, lads!”

And from then on, that’s what you were.

Their spitfire.

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Thanks for reading! ^^ I hope you liked it!

[luminnara]

Nesting | alpha!kiribaku x omega!reader fluff

Something soft and fluffy w a/b/o dynamics w kiribaku? Or just one of them if you don’t do poly things

Oh ho ho, don’t you worry I LOVE poly things! I especially love kiribaku x reader because like, how can you NOT lol

I made this super sweet and nice because I crave that feel good fluff! This is SFW but there’s a little mention of some adult stuff. Nothing past that though!

Requests are open!

Warnings: none

Gender neutral reader

Having two alphas wasn’t typical, at least not as far as you knew. Yeah, you were sure that there were all kinds of people and arrangements out there, but you had never really heard of alphas being willing to share an omega. Most of the time, they just got too possessive; when alphas went into ruts or omegas into heats, the pheromones being pumped into the air were sometimes strong enough to ruin entire friendships.

Not for you, though.

When the three of you became a thing, there was no drama. There was no fighting between the two boys, no conflict. You hadn’t really set out to date both of them, but, well...one thing led to another, and next thing you knew, you were all living in an apartment together, and you had two big mating marks on your neck.

It all happened so naturally. It was almost as if the three of you were fated to be together, or something. Yeah, you had your disagreements—Katsuki’s temper was infamous, and Eijiro could almost be too nice sometimes—but what relationship didn’t have a few spats here and there? Your fights never lasted long, and all in all, you were happier than you ever thought possible.

“I’m home!” Eijiro’s voice called, followed by the sound of the door closing.

But of course you already knew. You could smell him the second he walked in, and you were already up and running towards him.

“Whoa, hey!” He laughed as you launched yourself at him, catching you easily and grinning that shark grin of his. “Miss me or somethin’?”

“I always do,” you smiled, hooking your arms around his neck.

His hands settled on your butt as he held you, and he nuzzled into your neck. Both alphas always wanted to be covered in your scent, but Kirishima especially loved it, constantly shoving his nose against the glands and sometimes rubbing his entire head over them. He once told you that he liked being able to smell you on him even when you weren’t around, and the thought of him strutting around at the agency, absolutely reeking of you, made you blush whenever it crossed your mind.

“Is Katsuki home yet?” He asked, walking you down the entry hall and into the living room.

“No,” you sighed. “I think he’s working late tonight...”

You tried not to let your disappointment sound in your voice, but it was impossible to hide anything from Eijiro. He knew how stressful it could be, with both him and Katsuki working as some of the top pro heroes in the city. There were plenty of days where they both came home late, too tired to do anything other than drag themselves into bed and curl up around you. It had a tendency to leave you feeling dejected and alone, and lately, you had taken up a new hobby to try to distract yourself.

Well...hobby was a loose word. It was more just...something you had found yourself with the sudden urge to do, and tonight, the fruits of your labor were finally ready to be revealed.

When Kirishima stepped into the living room, he stopped, and you knew he had seen it.

“Hey, is that...?” He asked, voice trailing off as he stared.

You wiggled out of his arms, beaming up at him as soon as you were standing on your own. “A nest? Sure is!”

The look on your boyfriend’s face was priceless. His eyes were wide, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The living room floor was covered in blankets and pillows, all strategically piled up to form the best, coziest nest you could make. As Kirishima took a step closer, he spotted a few of his shirts and hoodies mixed in, a grin finding its way onto his face.

“Babe,” he finally spoke up, his voice soft, “are you really nesting?”

A small blush crept to your cheeks as you nodded, suddenly feeling shy. “Yeah, I guess so...I dunno where it came from really, I just started getting the urge to make it...”

Suddenly, he swept you up into his arms again, a loud, humming purr vibrating in his chest as he gave you a squeeze with those strong arms of his. “It looks amazing, baby.”

You sighed happily, relaxing against him. “Do...do you wanna come try it out with me?”

He almost dropped you again in shock. “H-huh?”

“Yeah!” you freed yourself from his grip once more and grabbed his hand, giving him a tug. 

“Y-you trust me enough...?” his face was adorably surprised, eyes wide as he let you pull him towards your nest.

“Well yeah, duh!” you plopped down in the center of all the blankets and clothes, smiling up at him as he stood over you. “Of course I trust you...you and Katsuki are the best alphas anyone could ask for. Why do you think I felt safe enough to even make a nest?”

You could swear you saw some tears welling up in his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away. “Fuck, I love you so much...”

“Then c’mere, silly,” you laughed lightly, patting the space next to you. 

He finally obliged, hunkering down and sighing happily as he surrounded himself with your scent. The nest was cozy, but big enough for three, and as you waited for Katsuki to get home, you found yourself chattering to Eijiro about exactly how it was made, what shirts you had snagged from his and Katsuki’s drawers, why you had piled up those pillows over there and those way over there, why every single plush in the apartment was strategically placed on top of everything else, and why he kept finding more and more of his belongings buried amongst the blankets. 

“Babe, this is mine,” he said, holding up an old, fraying wallet. 

“Yes, and?” you snatched it out of his hand, tucking it back in its spot. “You never use it. And it smells just like you.”

He chuckled, putting an arm around you and pulling you up against his chest while he continued to explore the nest. “Still can’t believe you went and did all this so quickly. You must have been working nonstop all day.”

You puffed up proudly, but before you had the chance to reply, you heard the door slam open and the sound of heavy boots stomping in. A warm, smoky-cinnamon smell wafted in, and you trilled happily. Katsuki was finally back home, and as you stood up on your knees, you saw him kicking his shoes off and hanging his coat up by the door. 

“Oy, I’m home,” he called tiredly, too busy putting on his house slippers to glance over at you yet. “Shitty hair, where are you? You make it back alive today?”

“Still in one piece, Katsuki,” Kirishima laughed, leaning back on his hand as you shot out of your nest to greet your other alpha.

“That’s something, I guess.” Bakugou grunted, turning towards the kitchen. He was moving slowly, like all of his muscles ached and he just wanted to go to bed. 

You weren’t about to let him, though. Not yet.

“Katsukiiiiiii,” you called, scrambling up onto the couch to get a better look at him. 

“Hey there, kitten.” he tossed his bag down in its usual place at the table, finally looking up at you. 

You saw his usually harsh gaze soften as his red eyes met yours, something close to the beginning of a smile tugging at the edges of his lips. Katsuki was a rough guy, always grumpy even while he was out there being one of the best heroes in the city, but at home, he was quieter. Home was a safe place for him, and even though he was still a handful, he was your handful, and you wouldn’t trade him for the world...although right now, you were starting to get irritated by the fact that he had yet to see the nest you worked so hard on.

“What’re you two losers doin’ down there?” he asked, walking towards you lazily. “Fuckin’ on the living room floor, without me?”

“Katsuki, come on.” you rolled your eyes. 

“What? It’s a valid question.” he said as he finally reached you, placing his hands over yours where they rested on the back of the couch. He closed his eyes, tilting his head up for you in an open invitation. “Miss me today?”

You nuzzled up against his chin, feeling him relax around you as you pumped out a happy, pheromone-filled scent for him. “Why don’t you take a look at what I spent all day doing, and then you tell me?”

He sighed, grumbling something under his breath as he cracked his eyes open. Then, he fell absolutely still, and when you pulled back and looked up at him, you saw that he was staring, eyes wide in disbelief. He had frozen completely, as if he had absolutely no idea how to process what he was seeing.

“Like it?” you asked, following his gaze back to your nest. 

Kirishima was still sitting in the center of it, resting one arm on his knee while he supported his weight on the other. There was a gentle, lazy smile on his face, and as he saw that Bakugou wasn’t moving, he tossed his head. “Katsuki, come see what our little omega worked so hard on.”

“Yeah, Katsuki.” you hopped off the couch, walking around the end of it to take his hand and drag him towards your nest. “Come join us.”

He let you pull him down, and for a moment, all he could do was take a deep breath and inhale the scents of his two mates. Ever so slowly, his face relaxed, and as the three of you snuggled in, he pulled you close and pressed a kiss against your forehead.

“What do you think?” you asked, getting cozy between your two boys.

“It’s fucking perfect, baby.” he said. “You’re fucking perfect.”

“Guess we’re not too bad at this whole alpha thing after all, huh?” Kirishima asked, leaning forward to greet Bakugou with a light kiss. 

“Never said we were.” Katsuki huffed, bristling for a moment before he calmed down. “Still...there are some alphas who never get to see their omega’s nest, let alone be invited in. I guess...you must feel pretty safe with us.”

“I do!” you chirped, grabbing a blanket and pulling it over yourself. “I’m happy. Well...I made this nest because I was getting so lonely during the day, and I wanted to be able to smell you guys while you were gone...”

The boys frowned at each other. 

“...but just making it made me feel better.”

You heard Katsuki sigh in relief as Eijiro gently headbutted you. 

“We have been working a lot lately...” he said quietly. 

“So we’ll change that,” Katsuki said roughly. “Our omega comes before anything. If you aren’t happy, what’s the point?”

You couldn’t help the wide smile on your face as you tugged them both down for a kiss, one by one. You spent the rest of the evening cuddled up in your nest, falling asleep on top of your boys, happy to finally, finally be getting the quality time you had been missing so much lately.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Yall can we get some bromance with agustín and Félix, those too would definitely have so many bromantic and may be joking about railing each other moments just saying 😞/j

Ay you know what- we don't fucking see them together that often. Lets GO??? Lets do these guys in their early adulthood, shall we?

Agustín yawned as he wrapped up his homework. He had a late start, but at the very least, it was done now. He put his book away in his bag, and was about to turn off the light in his room, when a sudden knock scared him silly. He looked towards the window, and aure enough, there was Félix. His best friend. He sighed, walking over to the window and opening it.

"Running from another ex, Félix?"

"Oye- what kinda greeting is that? ESPECIALLY your oh so very best friend inviting you to a party!"

"Tonight? Its a school night, Félix."

"So? Tomorrow is never promised. Come on! Get your swim trunks!"

Agustín raised a brow at his grinning friend.

"What-swimming? At NIGHT?"

"Yes, come on! I got a LOT of girls coming, and I swiped my brother Julio's beer. It's gonna be fun, but I can't have fun without my best friend!"

Agustín sighed.

"My parents won't let-"

"You sneak out my guy. Come oooon! We'll be back before you know it! When have I done you wrong?"

"Twenty five times."

Félix opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again.

"Okay I didn’t expect an actual number. But I know what'll get you to say yes."

"What?"

"I invited Señorita Perfecta Julieta ~"

He had him. Agustín was one of the many boys who had a crush on Julieta, the eldest Madrigal child. The idea of sneaking off with her...in her bathing suit...he sighed, and nodded.

"Deal."

"ESO! Now, get your stuff, lock your door-"

"My door doesn't lock."

"Seriously? Ugh, only child bullshit. Fine, we'll do the faker tactic."

Félix came into his room, stuffed his pillows under the blanket, and after making sure it looked alright, started to crawl back out the window. Augustín grabbed his swim trunks, and accepted Félix's hand in order to climb out the window. Good thing he held on, his accident proned ass almost fell down the tree. Félix shut the window almost all the way, before helping him climb down to safety. He had a few cases of beer plopped into his arms, with Félix carrying twice as much. He gestured for him to follow, and to do so quietly. Not too quietly though, Félix could never be quiet for long.

"This is gonna be GREAT! We gonna see plenty of ladies in their sexy little two pieces, get a little drunk, and I even heard Ortiz stole a pack of his dad's smokes-rock!"

Félix bumped him away from a rock in the ground, and quickly grabbed him when the force almost sent him down. Agustín was clumsy as a child, and it never seemed to improve.

"Lo siento- it's still kinda dark."

"Eh it happens. Do me a favor though, if you fall, land on your back, not on the beer."

He of course meant more than the beers, but Félix always joked about his accident proned ass. He was lucky to have him as a friend despite this. He followed him into the woods, eventually coming to a well lit area. A hot spring, lit up by candles, and the commotion of party goers. After they got dressed, Félix, ever the social butterfly, stood up on a nearby rock, and showed off his prize.

"WHO'S READY TO PARTY?!"

The crowd roared in surprise, and as soon as they set the drinks on a nearby table, everyone went wild. Félix grinned as he saved Agustín from the crowd, arm wrapped around him, and two beers in his other hand.

"You're the life of the party, Félix."

"I try. Now, come on, salut with your bro."

Félix used a nearby rock to pop off the tops, and they both clanked their glasses together.

"Salut, Félix."

The beer was perfectly cold, and it felt incredible going down. Agustín was too young to drink, they ALL were, but thanks to Félix (and even Pepa), he's had a beer or two. Didn't LOVE them, soda definitely tasted better, but who didn't love a cold drink? Félix whistled as a couple of girls walked by, making it obvious he was looking.

"Happy you made it, chamaco?"

"Maybe a little. It's...definitely got a nice view."

Félix snorted, nudging him with his elbow.

"Ah, a breast man, eh? I'm more legs and ass, but to each his own-"

"Félix! Ven y únete a nosotras!~"

"And bring your cute little friend!~"

They both turned to the voice of VERY cute girls, who were flushed from the heat and party atmosphere. Félix finished the bottle in a hot second, before leaping into the pool, much to the delight of those already in it. Félix parted his soaked hair away from his face, to look at his friend.

"Come on! The water is GREAT!"

Augustín damn near choked as he finished his drink, adding his bottle to the ground with Félix's, before leaping towards the pool. His foot caught on a rock, and he faceplanted into the water, with his body landing on the cold hard ground. He heard the crowd exclaim in surprise, and he immediately whipped his head up. Félix looked ready to help him out, but Agustín wasn't having it. He pushed himself up and into the water, hearing cheers that followed as soon as he lifted himself back up. Félix laughed, before motioning to Agustín's face.

"You got a bloody nose, chamaco, head up."

Agustín accepted a napkin from someone outside of the pool, using it to hold against his nose. Worth it. He was about to ask Félix if he cleaned it up properly, before a shadow loomed over them.

"Hola Auggy~"

They both looked up at the voice. Pepa Madrigal. Showing LOTS of legs and chest in her shameless two piece. Now Agustín was more attracted to Julieta, but you put a pair of tits in front a boy, chances are he'll look.

"Uh...hola Pepa. You look nice."

"Gracias. Hola Félix~"

Félix nudged him out of the way, mumbling 'dibs' under his breath. A L O T of people liked Pepa, but no one more than Félix. He looked up at her like a lovesick puppy, with a hunger in his tone more akin to a wolf.

"Well buenas noches Pepa~...damn girl, you a bank? Because you got 'fine' all over you."

She giggled, slowly letting herself be drawn closer to him by her twin tails.

"Idiota...you're lucky you're cute."

"And you're lucky there's people around, mi vida."

Agustín groaned from the pain in his nose. He wasn’t gonna interrupt his buddies flow, but he was threatening to drip into the water.

"Hey, you okay?"

He looked up, and there she was. The most beautiful woman ever to exist. Julieta Madrigal. Hair lovely and curly, eyes soft and inviting, and just a big, sweaty set of...hearts, barely contained by her bra.

"I'm f-mierda!"

That REALLY hurt. He was pretty sure something was broken. He felt something slip into his hand, and immediately put it in his mouth, thinking it was her healing food. It was a towel. A used one.

"Oh my god I'm sorry I thought you just wanted to clean up-here I actually have an arepa for emergencies."

He was about to apologize for assuming, when he watched her pull an arepa. From her bra. He hesitated to bite into it, acknowledging the fact that this was technically touching her boobs, but bit into it when she looked at him oddly. He felt immediate relief as soon as the cheese hit his tongue, and started to wipe his face free of mess.

"Thank you. I needed that."

Oh the smile she gave. She was just so goddamn pretty. Félix looked up at both the girls, still fiddling with one of Pepa's ponytails.

"How'd you girls make it tonight anyway? Doesn't your mami watch you guys like a hawk?"

Pepa shrugged.

"Bruno is faking being sick for us. I THINK he volunteered because he gets to act. And get all of mami's attention."

"How do you fake being sick when your sister makes healing food?"

"Bruno is REALLY good at it. Mama won't know we're gone. Which is great, Julieta needed a break."

Julieta shrugged a bit, pushing some hair behind her ear in just the cutest way possible.

"It...IS nice to be out. Is the water nice?"

Félix spoke for him, clearly playing the wing man. Félix was ALWAYS trying to get them alone together.

"Why not come in and see, Jules?"

He grabbed her hand, and yanked her into the water. She cried out in surprise before she hit the water, and upon coming back up, immediately splashed Félix in retaliation.

"Oye- that was so MEAN Félix!"

"You're just mad because you dunno how to have fun!"

"Don't have fun without me, idiota!"

Pepa jumped in right after, nearly sending Félix down with her. Not that he seemed to particularly mind. Agustín wasn't gonna lie, he was having fun. Bathing in hot water, getting to talk to Julieta (he learned she loved mint, and made it a point to look for the proper cologne later), having shitty beers, and watching everyone just run amok. Julieta tried to ask Félix for another bottle, only to immediately cover the side of her face, cheeks ablaze. Agustín wasn't surprised that Pepa and Fèlix were making out, just that it took this long. Agustín snickered, trying to help her by offering his hand to help block the view.

"Hey, at least she's happy."

"I...suppose. I am too though. Félix said you'd be here, and it's...kinda why I came."

Oh he felt his ears buzzing, he felt his heart pounding as she looked up at him with those big, pretty eyes. He gulped, a bit louder than he meant to.

"You...came here for me?"

"And because Pepa insisted she 'say hi to Félix', but yes. I like talking to you. You're sweet."

There was silence between them, and he decided to pluck up the courage.

"Do you...wanna get out of here?"

"If you could bring me a towel, then yes."

Holy shit. He was walking out of here with Julieta Madrigal? He was dreaming. He caught Félix giving him a thumbs up mid make out as he got out of the water, walking to get her a towel. Then he heard laughter. Eyes were on him, and many pointed. Sure his shorts had rubber ducks on them, but this seemed a bit much.

"Agustín tiene una gamba!"

He looked down at himself, and realized in between it all, his shorts came off. He was naked. His face burned as he tried to cover both his front and the back, and the crowd erupted in laughter. Julieta wasn't looking at him, but Pepa and Fèlix definitely were. No way would someone as socially important as him would wanna be friends with him. He could imagine the shrimp related nicknames, and could picture the bromance break up so clearly. Then Fèlix got out of the water, standing next to him. Agustín yelled/whispered.

"What are you DOING?!"

"Shh, I got a plan."

Félix then just took off his swim wear, holding it up in the air like a damn flag.

"Tira, perras!"

Almost immediately, people started to cheer. Men took of swim trunks, girls took off their tops- it was a MAD HOUSE of nude, drunk idiots. A guy in the back, definitely on the wasted end, wooped as he held up his boxers.

"Fuck yeah Agustín!!!"

There were chants of 'Agustín' over and over, with Félix not only being the loudest voice out there, but the guy who held him still as people DOUSED him in the shittiest, coldest beer. He sat there, body hot from the water but quickly cooling thanks to the drinks. He was basking in the attention, in the adoration, and honestly? He was glad Félix talked him into this.

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"Shhh!!! cállate!"

Félix snickered as his buddy helped him inside. It was WAY late, but who cared? They saw, they drank, Félix made out with the cutest girl in their class- it was a good night. Agustín reached into his closet, handing him a fresh towel. Félix snickered as he ran the towel over his body, drying himself just enough so he could sit on his buddies bed. As he rubbed it over his hair, he looked at his buddy with a smirk on his face.

"That's rude, given the fact that I made you the 'it' guy at the party! They were chanting your NAME, chamaco!"

Agustín looked a little embarrassed, given his red ears, before he chuckled.

"It...was nice. Thanks for the save, by the way. You didn't have to do that."

"What? And let you drown? Never. We've been friends since we were like, six. You aren't getting rid of my ass. Speaking of, guess who kept looking at YOURS, my guy!"

Félix leaned over to smack his little white ass, making him yelp. Agustín still couldn't find his clothes after the party, so they both made it here naked as the day they were born. Agustín huffed, turning to keep his ass away from him.

"Julieta was just in shock. I just think- okay can you put YOUR shorts on? THIS, is very distracting."

"Nope, that's not how my bros work. You gonna see my dick until it stops being weird."

"W-HOW?"

Félix leaned back, legs open, gesturing for him to look.

"We just need this little pow wow- look at it."

"I'm NOT looking at it."

"Dude I've LIVED this. Look at my dick for a minute."

Agustín didn't, and only looked at his face when he snapped his fingers.

"Félix dude come on, it's one thing to occasionally see it in the locker room-"

"Dude trust me. I've done this with all my friends. Just like a minute. Literally I've been staring at yours this whole conversation."

Agustín covered himself in shame, before groaning as he relented. Félix sat back still and let Agustín full on look at his dick. A few seconds into it, Agustín finally spoke.

"I. I kinda see what you see mean."

"SEE!? Now you can see my dick at any point and it's not weird. Especially the dick of the guy who got you Julieta's attention ~"

He nudged his buddy until he got a grin out of him.

"Don't. I know where this is going, dude."

"Come on, who takes care of you?"

"You."

"I'm not hearing you!"

Félix wrapped his arm around Agustín's head, bringing him into the bed with him and giving him a noogie. Agustín laughed, trying in vain to get Félix off of him.

"You, alright!? Come on dude, get off!"

"Aw, come on 'Auggy'! You gonna let me pick on you? Huh? Huh?"

So he was being a bit much. He was drunk, his buddy was drunk, they were happy, you couldn't blame him. He couldn't help bullying his little buddy, just a bit.

"Dude, seriously, you're heavy! And Gordo!"

"Oye-big talk from a guy LITERALLY pinned under me right now."

It was innocent, boys being boys type shit. Until the door opened.

"Agustín, honey? We heard a noise-"

Agustín's parents were right there, and Fèlix felt himself freeze. They were all frozen, until Agustín finally said something.

"Maman, Papa! It's n-not what it looks like!"

Okay, so he was nude, on top of his friend, who was also nude. In his room. In his bed. In the early morning. Looked a LITTLE weird. His mother gulped, looking pale in the face.

"Dear god, please tell me you use protection."

"What? No no no, I don't! I-"

His mom fainted. Full on fainted. Fell like a sack of potatoes onto the floor. Her husband immediately tried to help her up, and Agustín looked at Félix, in PURE panic.

"WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?!"

"I'm sorry! Look if I was fucking your tiny ass I WOULD wrap it, I promise!"

"THAT'S NOT H E L P I N G, FÉLIX."

His dad looked up at him, panicking just as hard.

"Félix please, at LEAST put some clothes on!!"

Right. He was still naked as hell. He got off of Agustín, quickly put on his shorts, and tried to help his mom. She came to, only to faint again upon seeing Félix. Well you know what they say.

It's not a real party till someone faints.

[bobastar]

Love At First Sight

art: @crunchyfootwear

Carlos Madrigal X Reader

a/n: i love this guy sm :,(

Carlos walked angrily away from Casita, he was fed up with being yelled at all the time. It was his character, he was naturally like this, why couldn’t anyone be happy with him? He wasn’t good enough, he wasn’t perfect like Camilo.

Tugging on his curls, he grunted kicking a rock murmuring under his breath. Just then, mariachi was heard. Great. Even more annoyed, he plugged his ears. Even that wasn’t enough to block a captivating laugh. He quickly looked up and saw…you.

“Ey! No way play it again, I’ll get it this time!” You laughed at your own mistake while trying to figure out how to dance properly. Carlos stood in awe, suddenly his body eased. All the worries he felt washed away, his mind gravitating to you. His face suddenly going warm, Carlos eyes glistened as you clumsily wobbled, trying to gain your balance from almost falling.

He felt so…safe? Not from the danger of the world but from the danger of his own mind. With every step you took towards him, his heart grew heavy, thumping when your shoes hit the hard ground.

“Whatcha staring at?” You came up to him, smiling. His mind became a blur, not knowing how to respond.

“I know- i probably looked silly trying to dance..” you laughed awkwardly. “But my Mama wanted to come and check on you..”

“Y..you didn’t look weird..” he mumbled softly. Normally if he tries something and failed a few times, he would’ve gotten so frustrated..instead you would just keep trying, always smiling.

For some reason, your cheeks grew hot. “Oh-! Uh thanks, dancing is hard.” You stifled a laugh. He nodded slightly and looked at you. “I..i can teach you if you’d like..?” He didn’t know why he felt so nervous around you. You’re just another person in the village, it’s not like you’re special…are you?

“Oh my gosh! That would great!” You took his hand, making him run along with you to the little place where you were practicing. Never has he ever done this before, he wasn’t the type to be nice to someone so easily. But you, you initiated something so remarkable in him.

As he hesitantly grabbed your waist, he suddenly didn’t feel any resentment or anger or anything bad. He felt welcomed, secure, and…content? Not even his own brother could make him feel like this. A complete stranger which he only knew for a span of 4 minutes had so much control of his thoughts.

“Oye..!” You gasped as you finally understood the steps. “Thank you so much!” You hugged him, making Carlos freeze in place.

You’re naturally a warming person, someone people would like to be around. You didn’t think you were some great person, instead a friend to all. As Carloses shoulders became less tensed up, he sighed. With his eyes closed, he hugged back feeling your warmth. He smiled slightly as you let go of the hug.

“Thank you for helping me..” you smiled widely at him “Im Y/n by the way..!” You stretched out your arm, giving him a hand shake. (you do this when you’re nervous)

“Carlos..” he shook it back, tilting his head slightly.

“Nice to meet you Carlitos.” You tried pulling your hand back, but it felt like it was meant to be in his.

With hearts forming in both of your eyes, Carlos stood breathless…thinking he was looking at the most important person in his life, someone he was for sure going to keep close.

[obeythedemons]

Sugar Cookies [Obey Me! Barbatos/Lance]

Note: some unrequited Mammon/Lance if you squint, ‘cause I figured Lance is just in MC’s role? Idk. Also, why is Barbatos in a home economics class? Easy A???? Why is he even a student at RAD??? I feel like he’s the oldest demon, perhaps oldest living thing, in existence. All of it’s a bit silly, but...Idk. He’s always willing to learn from others, so I guess.

Obey Me! Masterlist

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“I love this man too much,” Lance muttered to himself with a light dusting of pink settling on his cheeks.

Mammon tripped over his feet while the pair walked down the hallways at RAD. “What?! Who do ya love too much!?” Lance’s eyes bugged out as he stared at Mammon in horror, not realizing he said something out loud. He clutched the DDD close to his chest. “Lance?!” Mammon got off the ground and tried to snatch the phone from the human. “Tell me who!”

“No!” Lance struggled to avoid the Avatar of Greed. “Mammon! Stop!” Mammon froze in what he was doing. He yelped as his muscles stiffened in place at Lance’s command. Lance placed the phone in his pocket as he shook at seeing what he did to Mammon. “I’m so sorry, Mammon! I didn’t mean to activate the pact. You can move.”

Mammon collapsed onto the floor. “Dammit, Lance.” He massaged his sore muscles from being halted midmotion. “Whatcha go and do that for?”

Lance looked away embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Mammon. I just…” He sighed. “I don’t want anyone to know.”

Mammon pouted; a bit upset. “That you love some guy? Who is he anyway?”

Lance shook his head. “He’s just…” Lance sighed as he leaned against the wall. “No one, I shouldn’t get my hopes up. It’s not like he…”

“Oy,” Mammon interrupted Lance with a giant scowl on his face. “Don’t go talkin’ down about yourself. I’m sure whoever he is, likes you if he makes ya look at your DDD like that with just a stupid text.”

“It’s not stupid, he made a batch of sugar cookies just for me!” Lance protested.

Mammon froze. “Ah, shit, I can’t fight Barbatos.”

“Why would you--? No!” Lance shook his head quickly. “It’s not! He’s not! You can’t!”

Mammon sighed seeing Lance get worked up as the human covered his face with his hands. “I’m not gonna say anything, Lance.” He looked away from the human with a frown. “I promise.”

Lance watched Mammon for a moment or two. He nodded his head. “Thank you, Mammon.” He looked down at his DDD. “I need to go to the classroom and meet him. I’ll catch up with you later?”

Mammon nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Just save one of those stupid cookies for me, got it?”

“Promise!” Lance agreed immediately before he ran off down the halls. Once he neared the home economics room, he slowed down and glanced at his reflection in a window. He fixed his hair the best he could, thought the waviness to his hair still made it so bits and pieces still randomly stuck up. With a sigh, he peaked his head into the classroom.

Barbatos was leaning against a desk with a plate of cookies next to him. His jacket was draped over one of the chairs and his button-up shirt had its sleeves rolled up his arms. His gloves were missing, possibly in his pockets. Lance gulped at seeing a more laid-back side of the demon.

“Did I make you wait too long?” Lance asked as he fully stepped into the classroom.

Barbatos looked up at the human with a soft smile and shook his head. “Not at all. I’ve waited for what seemed like an eternity for someone before. This was nothing in comparison.” Barbatos straightened up and held out the plate of cookies to Lance. “Try one?”

“It must have been important to wait that long for something,” Lance said with a light chuckle as he took a cookie.

“Yes, very important,” Barbatos breathed as his gaze never once strayed from the human before him. He watched as it entered Lance’s mouth, as the human gasped slightly, and stared at the dessert in shock.

“This is one of the most amazing things I have ever tasted!” Lance exclaimed. He then groaned.

“What is it?” Barbatos frowned at the sign of distress.

“I want to eat all of these, but I promised Mammon he could have one.”

“Oh, that is a problem.” Barbatos sighed and held his chin with a hand in mock disappointment. “I suppose the only solution to this, is to have you come to the castle and have you join me while I bake you another batch of these.”

Lance brightened up. “Really?”

“Yes, I’d love to have you join me anytime. I’ll bake you whatever your heart desires,” Barbatos spoke just above a whisper. Lance blushed lightly as he nodded in agreement with Barbatos’s idea.

[kiiboslostahoge]

Hello!! Would you mind writing ler childe + zhongli, with lee probably arataki itto? :) thank youuu

Sure, tyy for the ask! (Fic below cut)

Never Anger a Child(e)

In which Itto flexes a bit too hard on his teammates and learns just how much stronger they are.

"Oy, Childe! Heal me up, will ya?" Arataki Itto, the one and oni himself asked.

"I've said this before, I'll say it again. I don't heal people," Childe responded, "And I most certainly won't heal someone who doubts my strength."

"Aww, come on! I'm not doubting your strength, I'm just sayin'! It's hard for a cute little thing like you and your senile boyfriend to beat me, Arataki Itto, Oni Supreme!"

"L-Little? Cute? And Zhongli is most certainly not senile, thank you very much," the child with an e sputtered.

"Childe, thank you. Itto, I think you're far more senile than I could ever be," Zhongli said, interrupting them.

"I ain't senile, old man! I don't need my little male wife to pay for my food!"

"M-Malewife?"

"C-C-Can you stop sputtering so much? For all of your stuff about being so strong, you should've kicked my butt already, Malewife," Itto teases.

"You know what? That's it, you and me, right here, right now," Childe says, his voice a deadly whisper.

"Sure, I'll kick your butt for you since that's what you want," The oni is scared, but he knows he'll never hear the end of it if he let's it show.

"Okay. Zhongli," Childe says breaking out his puppy-dog eyes, "Please? For both of our honors?"

"Absolutely not. You'll both get yourselves hurt, and we don't know any healers nearby."

"Pleasee?" Childe whines, knowing it will wear down the older man, "i promise I won't hurt him. Just teach him a little lesson."

"Alright. However, I do not understand how you wish to teach him a lesson without hurting him."

"Guys? I'm right here, yannow!" Itto yelled.

"You were? I didn't even notice! I couldn't even hear any of your stupid screeching!"

"Oh, just wait till' I kick your butt, Malewife!" Itto said, revelling in the irritation written all over his teammate's face.

"I would, but I'm certain I'll die before that happens," Childe retorted, much to the Oni's shock. Childe wasn't that confident! Then again, Zhongli usually didn't let Childe be confident. Something about recklessness. Eh, whatever. Zhongli was just a little prude.

"It's on! We start in 5, 4, 3,- Screw it!" Itto swung his claymore only for Childe to slide to the center of the room.

"This opportunity is quite hard to come by. Surrender and I promise I'll be gentle," Childe smirks.

"Nah, I ain't surrendering to a malewife like you," Itto says cuckold.

"Your choice," Childe suddenly moves back towards Itto, grabbing the oni's arm. He pulls Itto with such speed that the other can't resist, for he has already been pinned.

Childe uses slowing water to sap away what little speed his arrogant teammate has, and uses- Wait, how is Malewife using Engulfing Storm?

"Ah, what do we have here? A little Oni who can't respect his superiors. I guess I'll have to teach him a lesson," Childe's hands are pulsating with Electro, and Itto gulps.

"H-Hey! You can't hurt me, you promised your master you wouldn't! A-And aren't we teammates?" The oni supreme doesn't want those hands reaching through his heart, thank you very much.

"Silly oni, so quick to assume. I'm not going to hurt you, in fact, you'll be having a great time! We'll all be laughing a good amount today."

It's at this moment that the crimson oni realizes his fate, but it is too late for him. Those electro-infested fingers are spiders good 9ver his stomach. As light as the touches are, the electro makes it unbearable, and he can't help his unmanly giggles in.

"O-Oy, Mahahlewihi- GAH!" Itto's sentence is cut off by Childe applying more pressure to his stomach, eliciting a shriek.

"I thought we established that you need to learn some respect, but I guess you won't listen when I'm nice," Childe teases, before shoving his hands under the inazuman's armpits.

Itto cackles, unable to speak through his screechy, embarrassing laughter. Childe smiles, and it is not friendly.

"Now that you've finally decided to listen, allow me to tell you something," his statement is accompanied by a quick scribble to the knees, and Itto squeals.

"This 'Malewife' goes by Tartaglia. Does that name ring a bell?"

The claymore wielder's eyes widen in recognition, and Childe- no, Tartaglia lightens up on the tickling as a reward.

"Y-You're that harbinger! The one who slaughtered that giant dragon! A-And summoned that ancient tentacle man!"

"That's right, Itto! Now then, I think you ought to be able to understand my next question," Childe wiggles his fingers, a clear sign to think about his answer.

"Do you fear me?" This question is emphasized by Childe resuming the tickling, scribbling Itto's thighs in fast, light bursts.

This was an unfortunate question. Truth be told, Childe wasn't scary at all, even if he was a harbinger. But if Itto said that, then the harbinger would tickle him. Ultimately, Childe realized what was going on.

"No? Well then, I'll have to make you fear me. Zhongli, care to join me?"

"I will not indulge your childish- GAH! Hmph, I shall join you, just know that you will pay for that," Zhongli says, apparently familiar with the harbinger's antics.

"Good to know, Xiansheng," Childe responds, "After all, I wouldn't want to have to give you the tickle treatment, now would I?"

"Yes, yes, let out your youthful energy. Just remember the old liyuean proverb."

"What proverb?"

"'What goes around comes around,'" and with that, Zhongli assists Childe.

The two are completely different, and it shows in their styles of tickling. Zhongli isn't all that good at it, but he was a way with finding ticklish spots. Childe, on the other hand, doesn't bother finding spots, knowing that his electro-scribbles will tickle, no matter where he uses them. Together, it is a different story. One that poor Arataki Itto must experience first-hand. Zhongli simply points out ticklish spots, and Childe wreaks havoc on them.

Itto had almost decided to fear the harbinger, keyword: almost. But then, he witnessed the following interaction:

"How does it feel to get some comeuppance, I- Z-Zhonglihi!"

"I believe I should be asking you that question, Childe." Zhongli reveals his possession of an ability known as ruthlessness by digging his fingers into Childe's hips, causing the harbinger to finally get off of Itto in an attempt to squirm away from the fingers.

"Itto," Zhongli says, "I cannot say I feel sorry for the actions of my partner, but you are free to seek vengeance with me."

"I'm in! Thanks, old man!"

And thus, the empty forest they had chosen to rest in was filled with laughter for a long tkme.