#smirking and cackling like a madman

[bedforddanes75]

giggling someone commented on my fic like 12 hours ago and just now gave it kudos. they came Back. teeheehee

[mellowwillowy]

Yan! Gambler - Yan! Sponsor x GN Dom?Reader (NSFW)

—𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 - 𝑳𝑰𝒇𝑬 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕

Yan! Gambler who will fuck you on the damn game table with both your ankles resting beside his jaw. All cards and chips scattered, what were you even betting on? Right, a bet of who will be railed nuts.

Yan! Sponsor who sips down the wine that was served to him as he watches you ruined by him. Occasionally flicking your nipple while letting you sip on the wine as well, sharing it with him with a kiss.

"You pretty little thing, shouldn't have bet against Kai... you blew away all my chips."

"Oh shut up, you enjoy watching me wrecked either way."

"Eyes on me."

Yan! Gambler who hisses whenever you pay attention to the latter more than him, will drill into you even faster and harder just to keep your attention on him.

Yan! Sponsor who proposes the idea of playing a game of blackjack while the two of you fuck.

"Who'll be the dealer huh... wouldn't want anyone else seeing you naked."

"A game, you and me. Besides, what else can you bet on? Just be nice and wrap my cock with that cute little hole of yours yeah? I'll have a game with Kazuto first."

He mutters as he gives your cheek a peck, his hands rubbing your cheeks. Kazuto goes to open another brand new deck card, shuffling it swiftly before sliding it to him.

"The winner gets to fuck 'em yeah?" "Sounds fair enough."

The two of them play while you are endowed with the coiling pleasure that is settling in your stomach, you are close but all that ends the moment he pulls out. You figure he lost the bet with the other as he curses at him.

Kazuto cackles as he rounds his way toward you, examining your wasted body as he fingers you, his other fingers feeling your chest, "Be good for me okay?"

"Make it fast, I wasn't done yet."

He starts pumping his fingers in and out fast, scissoring it open before he slides his erected cock out of restraints, lining the tip in front of your gaping hole.

"That's why you should have just folded, pretty boy."

Kazuto slams his cock into you in one motion, making you moan out of surprise, adapting to his shape and length. The latter only grumbles as he pours himself another glass of vodka, gulping it down like a madman while he watches the two of you, his cock still hard and in need of relief.

You pity it, and so you beckon him to come closer. No, it is more of an order, "Come."

He rounds himself close to your face and your hand holds his cock, lightly pumping it while your lip kisses his angry tip, giving it a tease by occasionally licking it.

"Who's a good boy hm?"

""Me."" The two speak in union before glaring at each other.

You chuckle at them before you roll your hips around Kazuto's length, igniting a moan out of him. You waste no time in pampering Kai's cock as well, wrapping his shaft with your mouth while your legs are wrapped around Kazuto's waist.

Kai hesitates a bit before using your hair as a lever, chasing his own pleasure greedily. You bite his member lightly, reminding him to be mindful of his actions. The state shared between the three of you is clear now, who is leading and who is being led.

You pull away just before he gets to come, edging him by rubbing his head, eyes trained onto the other man. "How's my little mutt doing down there? Need me to ride you instead?"

"N-no, ahhn..." Kazuto shudders as he blushes from the moan that slips out of his lip. You merely smirk at him as you rock yourself on his length, your forearms holding your whole weight as Kai rubs one for himself.

"Be a good boy yeah? Sponsor me more so that I can bust it even more in these dumb games yeah?"

"Wh-whaa-? Wait, urgh- wait, I said wait! Akh-!" You yank his face toward yours by the collar of his shirt, slamming your lip into his while greedily feeling his chest, "Ya' think ya' get to make me wait?"

Not wanting to lose, Kai butts in and licks your face before you allow him to feel your mouth with a kiss, tongues swirling against each other while your hand pinches his nipple, giving him more stimulation.

"Come on boys, cum all over me now yeah?"

Just from your words, granting them permission to come, they start to chase their own pleasure at a more feverish pace. Rope of cum spluttered on your face while the other comes inside you, making your inside feels warm. You groan at how it is splattered on your hair as well, "Fucking aim, skill issue boy?"

"I don't know. You just look prettier that way."

"Don't say something that you will regret, I'll fucking return it to you twice fold."

Kazuto peppered your face with kisses as though he is trying to calm you down, his softened cock still resting inside you. "Now now, how about we play for another round?"

"Sure, I'll make sure you two can't sit anymore once I win."

And you sure are a person of words.

-- Crack

Yan! Sponsor: Please, have a seat.

NPC: ??? Why aren't you sitting down sir?

Yan! Sponsor: I suppose standing is one way of living a healthy lifestyle?

NPC: *visible confusion*

--

Yan! Delinquent: Cmon' pal, we are heading out.

Yan! Gambler: ...with a bike?

Yan! Delinquent: Well what else you shithead? On a cock? A stap-on?

Yan! Gambler: I'm passing that.

--

They are like, the second oldest Male casts in LIfE Pro (after Yulian) and the least favored one ffs. Just gonna drop this snippet here as some sort of memorial for them ☆ﾐ(o*･ω･)ﾉ

[wheels-of-despair]

The Nerd King Cops a Feel Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie learns something about bras. (He hates them.) Contains: Assassination attempt, Girl Boob, an Eddie Munson First. Word Count: 800ish

Author's Note: This one goes out to all the ladies who look down and sigh every time they encounter one of the many 'Eddie Loves Your Tiny Tits' fics. 😂

Jeez, you accidentally say "Nerd King" instead of "Dungeon Master" one time and suddenly you're running for your life, jumping over piles of dirty laundry and trying not to crash into anything breakable.

Eddie chased you into his bedroom and tackled you to the bed, cackling like a madman. Flailing this way and that, you squealed and pretended like you weren't enjoying the absolute hell out of this.

"Alright, alright! I'm sorry!" He grins at your surrender and collapses on top of you, ignoring your exaggerated groan at having to support his full weight. After catching your breath, you reach up to brush the hair out of his eyes, his chin resting between your breasts.

After a few minutes of staring wordlessly at each other like a couple of lovestruck morons, he rolls to the side and you let out a sharp yelp.

"What'd I do?" he asks in a panic.

"Not you, this fucking bra."

He watches with a puzzled look as you sit up and reach under your t-shirt to take off the offending garment. As you suspected, the underwire had worked its way out during your tussle and stabbed the absolute shit out of you. You angrily fling it to the other side of the room and lay back down, turning your head toward Eddie and being met with a most curious sight.

His eyes are wide. Pupils blown. Fixated on your chest. It suddenly dawns on you that he's never seen you without a bra before. Normally this would embarrass you, but the rage from the garment's betrayal is still pumping through your veins.

"See something you like, Munson?"

He nods cautiously.

"Well, go on then."

His eyes flick up to yours, growing even bigger, which you didn't think was possible.

"I just survived an attempted murder. I need to be comforted."

His fingers twitch, making you smirk. But judging by the look on his face, his brain has turned to mush, so you gently take his hand and move it yourself, placing it just below the place his eyes are locked onto. He's still frozen.

"You still breathing over there, Munson?" you tease. He nods slowly, finally daring to move. Light as a feather, his hand glides upward and splays out, now holding a considerable handful of Girl Boob. Why is he acting like this is his first time? Is this his first time? You watch him silently, a gentle smile on your face as you both soak in the sensation.

He opens his mouth as if to say something, but snaps it closed again when no sound makes its way out.

You try your hardest not to laugh. This loud, filthy-mouthed little horn-dog has been rendered speechless, possibly for the first time in his life. Should you get an award for this?

"Something on your mind?"

One side of his mouth twitches into a smirk.

"Can… no."

"Looking for some under-the-shirt action already?"

"No! That's not-- I don't-- You-- I--"

You mercifully cut him off before he can stutter his way through the alphabet. "'Cause you can. If you want. But you don't have to."

Looking upward for reassurance and receiving a nod of encouragement, he carefully drifts his hand down to the hem of your faded band shirt. Taking his time, his fingertips glide back up the skin of your stomach, stopping at the imprints the band of your torturous device had left. He traces the marks and furrows his brow.

"Bra band. Its mission to slowly suffocate me was taking too long, so it resorted to stabbing."

"Does it hurt?"

"It's not exactly pleasant."

"Why do you wear it?" he asks softly, fingers still lingering on the marks in your skin.

Surprised at his question, you bark out a laugh. He stares at you with his innocent doe eyes and moves his hand north, splaying out his fingers again and holding you gently.

"Are you kidding me? Are you seeing these things? Are you feeling these things?" Your hand comes to rest on his, still under your shirt, and give it a jiggle. He shrugs a shoulder and shifts his eyes downward again. Boys are so dumb.

"Girls with not a lot going on up here," you gesture, "can get away with that. But when they look like this and they're not... contained, it's kind of noticeable."

He looks up at you thoughtfully, then that spark of mischief returns to his eyes. Eddie clears his throat.

"Hear ye, hear ye," he begins in a deep voice, "The Nerd King hath issued a royal decree… that the princess must never wear a bra in his presence again. Refusal to comply will result in a punishment most severe."

"Oh my God," you laugh, rolling your eyes. The Nerd King responds with a grin, removing his hand from beneath your shirt and pulling you to him, then burying his face between his new favorite subjects.

[cod-dump]

Has teen Gaz or Price ever walked in on Teen Simon and Teen Soap making out or just kissing when they finally get together?

Holding Your Hand (teen!Ghost au)

———

Three months. It had been three months since Johnny confessed to Simon and Simon stuttered out returning affections. The mall parking lot wasn’t the ideal place for such a thing, but Johnny couldn’t hold it back anymore.

They were together, but no one has exactly been able to actually notice. They were so nervous, barely able to hold hands. Sitting close enough that their shoulders touched was as much as either could manage. It was cute but also sad. Kyle expected more from them, at least more eagerness to hold hands.

Alejandro was there when they confessed. He was in his car, waiting for Simon to get in when it happened. His father’s stolen cigarette fell from his lips in shock before he called Rudy. Simon had to deal with Alejandro for those three months. His near insufferable best friend who wanted to know every detail that has happened between him and Johnny.

“You two are driving me crazy! You think Val and I waited that long to-“

“I’m not a whore like you!”

Alejandro cackled before he pressed his body against Simon’s side, “Si! C’mon, man! You’re Los Vaqueros! Not a little, shy church boy!”

Simon refused to look at him, muttering, “I think I would burst into flames if I stepped foot into a church…”

“Exactly! Show your new man how much you’ve been wanting him! Get it on!”

Simon snorts as Alejandro shimmies a weird dance. One of the Los Vaqueros, Peter, ran up and said something about Rudy before running back off. Alejandro smacks Simon’s shoulder before running after him.

“Rudy’s here!”

Simon watches Alejandro dart out of the garage, mind immediately going back to Johnny as soon as his friend disappeared from sight. He hung out with his friends before heading back home. If it got too dark Nik would probably come grab him and take him home and his friends had just finally stopped teasing him about last time it happened.

When he made it back home, he chose to go through the kitchen side door rather than the front. Kyle liked hanging in the living room around this time and Simon wasn’t prepared with the possibility of coming in and seeing Johnny. Seeing him without a warning, a heads up, might be a bit much. He felt like since the confession he’s been drowning, confused. He hasn’t had a romantic relationship before. Hell, his only genuine friend was Alejandro. The Los Vaqueros were his friends, they were inclined to be friendly with him.

Nik was in the kitchen, drinking coffee like the madman he was, focused on his phone. He didn’t even look when the door opened, just took a calm sip of his coffee before he sighed.

“Kyle’s friend is here.”

Simon tensed and Nik just looked at him with an all-knowing look. Wordlessly, he points at the chair next to him, and Simon sat without a comment. He couldn’t help but glance towards the hall, knowing Johnny was in the house, probably expecting to see him at some point.

“You don’t look like the kid that had his affections returned by the boy of his dreams.”

Simon jerks and turns to Nik, “What does that mean!?”

“It means you look lost. Kind of scared.”

Simon blinks, eyes drifting away from Nik as he thought about what he said, “Scared?”

“I know English well enough to know that is the correct word, no?”

“Debatable.”

Nik glares with an amused smirk as Simon snickers. He takes another swig of his coffee before he puts the mug aside and leans over the table. Simon tries to avoid looking at him, sensing a conversation waiting that he didn’t want to have.

“Si.”

“I’m not scared.”

“You’re not? This is new territory for you. You sure you’re not a little bit scared?”

“I feel like this is something Dad should be talking to me about.”

Nik grins, “Oh, your father and his emotions are as in sync as a cat and dog. Sometimes they understand each other but they mostly coexist.”

Simon groans and lays his head on the cool table. He hated it when Nik was right, which was surprisingly often. The man was smart, crazy but smart. He was more capable of talking about this than his father. Simon sits up, taking a breath before he looks at Nik.

“I feel like I’m not doing things right.”

“Oh? Talk about it, tell me what’s going on in your head.”

“Everyone is just… they seem to know what to do. You get with your crush, you take them on dates, hold their hand, kiss them— I’m not doing any of that! I feel like things are the same, like he didn’t confess to me! Like we’re still dancing around each other!”

Nik hums, thinking as Simon breathes for a moment before continuing, “Ale and Peter and June— All the Los Vaqueros keep asking if I’ve kissed him yet. What dates we’ve gone on, if we-… If we’ve done anything… God, I can barely hold his hand and I’m supposed to do all these other things!”

“Kid, you need to breathe and relax. There is nothing wrong with taking your time with him, going your own pace. Everyone has their own speed.”

“What if Johnny’s speed is different than mine?”

“Well, then you’ll have to talk to him and figure that out. No one can read minds.”

Simon blinks before nodding, Nik reaching over and rubbing his shoulder, “Talk to him, be honest. Things will work out.”

“Thanks, Nik.”

“Of course. Now, go on. Tell Kyle to come in here, I need to talk to him about something.

Simon nods and gets up, grabbing his bag and walking into the hallway. He stopped by the stairs to compose himself, feeling nervous. He takes a deep breath in before straightening his back and letting it out. Then he continued on, refusing to falter when he heard Kyle and Johnny talking. He threw his bag by the threshold to the living room, even though his father told him to stop that since he left a hole in the wall, before walking in. Simon stops when he sees Kyle stretched on the floor, rambling as Johnny laid across the couch listening. They both turned and looked at him and Simon almost lost his confidence.

“Hey, Mr. Warrior Cat,” that earned him a glare, “Nik wants to talk.”

Kyle rolls his eyes, “Ugh, fine. If I’m not back in five minutes-“

“We’ll mourn.”

Kyle glares, Johnny laughing. Simon tried focusing on Kyle as long as possible before he eventually turned his attention to Johnny.

Why is he so handsome? God-

“Hey,” Johnny said softly, sitting up on the couch.

Simon couldn’t help but stare, his hair was getting long. The scruff on his face was showing signs of a promising beard in the future. Oh, his smile-

“Hey, just gonna stand there and stare?”

Simon flushes, clearing his throat before he walks over and sits down next to Johnny. His skin lit up when he felt Johnny’s knee brush his. The warmth pierced through his jeans, seeping into his skin in a pleasant manner. Johnny seemed to be a warm person, both metaphorically and literally.

“Kyle said you were hanging out with… what was it again?”

“Los Vaqueros. Cowboys.”

Johnny looks like he wants to laugh but chooses to just grin. God, he was bright like the sun.

“It was Ale’s idea. He loves old westerns and the Wild West and all that.”

“Right! I figured. Cowboys aren’t really your thing.”

Simon flushes. He was so pathetic. Unable to even look at Johnny without getting flustered, unable to hold his hand without feeling like he’s going to catch fire. Simon takes another breath, calming himself before he looks at Johnny, almost losing it when their eyes met.

“I think we need to talk.”

“You think?”

“I- We do! We… I need to make sure we’re on the same page.”

Johnny hums and turns his body to face him, “Right.”

“I-I don’t want to seem like I’m delaying or holding back… Fuck,” Simon turns, now mirroring Johnny, “I can barely hold your hand. I know you were expecting something else.”

Johnny frowns, “What do you mean by that? Expecting something else? I’m expecting you.”

Simon feels his face grow redder and Johnny leans forward, “It’s cute. The-the shy thing. I don’t want to rush you into doing anything you don’t feel ready for!”

Johnny rubs his hands together, face flushing as he avoids looking at Simon, “I don’t have experience in relationships… Unless you count my sister’s because she’s dating a new guy every week! Which I won’t do- I haven’t done! Of course not! I just said I don’t have much experience! Oh you fucking idiot…”

Johnny turns away in a attempt to hide his red face. Simon felt his nervousness melt away as Johnny displays his own. It was comforting knowing he wasn’t the only one nervous about this. Not the only one worried they weren’t doing something right. Johnny continued talking, trying to fix each thing he had just said. Simon puts a hand on Johnny’s face and turns him so he’s looking at him.

He wasn’t sure what came over him but it felt right. It was a peck, nothing steamy. Simon felt Johnny’s warm lips, felt him melt against him and grab his shirt. It felt right. When they pulled apart, both flushed and speechless, Simon finally felt like he was on track, the flutter in his chest only confirming such.

Then he realized there was someone standing in the hall.

Simon slowly turned and saw his father staring at them. He had a mug in his hand and his phone in the other. It looked like he was talking with someone when he came by. Johnny stood up quickly when he saw the man, stammering away.

“Mr. Price! I- uh- was just leaving! Gotta go… go help Gran with dinner! Gotta walk the dog!”

Simon’s father blinked, “I thought you didn’t have a dog?”

Johnny had already shoved his shoes on and was by the door with his bag, “It’s a- uh- metaphor! Scottish!”

Johnny was out the door in a second, Simon could see him running across the street to his house at lightning speed. Simon blinked as his dad walked over to the door and shut it, Johnny having left so fast he didn’t even check to see if he closed it. John was too quiet, seemingly processing everything in silence.

“So… birds ‘n the bees-“

“Dad- No! Oh my god! You already put me through that!”

“That was the censored version! This is the full, educational version!”

“DAD!”

The yelling would attract Kyle and Nik to the living room. Simon blocked it all out, face on fire as he thought about Johnny. And his chest only fluttered in response, even with the embarrassment of it all.

[infiniteeight8]

I don't know if you watch White flage from

Dido MV or no, please if you didn't watch it and write an ironstrange but make it crack !

Thanks !

I had not previously seen the music video, although the song was familiar once it started playing.

I, uh, didn’t stick very close to the song. At all. Pretty much pulled one line and ran with it. You said make it crack, so this is what you get. LOL.

-

“Are you aware that some of your fans are writing fan fiction about you?” the interviewer asked, half smiling like she thought she was about to get some juicy reactions. And she was. Just not the ones she was expecting.

Steve, Sam, and Carol groaned loudly while Bucky and Stephen just shook their heads. Natasha shot Steve an unsympathetic look. “You had to know this would happen eventually.”

“Is it wrong to hope?” Steve said.

Tony, meanwhile, cackled like a madman. “Why, yes, I am,” he replied gleefully. “And while the quality of much of it is impressive, and I’m very gratified by the authors’ evaluation of my sexual prowess—” he winked at the camera, “spot on, good job, keep at it—I have a bone to pick with shippers.”

“The–”

Tony cut the interviewer off mercilessly. “Steve Rogers?” he demanded. “My most popular pairing is with Steve?” He turned briefly toward Steve. “No offense.”

“None taken,” Steve said tiredly. 

Tony turned back to the interviewer. “Completely aside from the fact that we’re not remotely compatible,” Tony went on, “his most popular pairing is with Bucky. Which is great! They actually work together. But more importantly, I am not second place!”

The interviewer’s mouth opened and closed for a stunned moment. “Then who–”

“I am so glad you asked,” Tony said, rubbing his hands together and grinning. “It’s got a canonical enemies to lovers arc–”

“‘Enemies’ is a little strong,” Stephen said, amused. 

“–it’s got opposites attracting,” Tony went on, “it’s got style, and, most important of all, it’s got excellent facial hair.” Tony waved his hands towards Stephen like Vanna White unveiling a prize.

“To be fair to the authors,” the interviewer rallied, “you and Doctor Strange really haven’t interacted much in the public eye.”

“Why do you think I agreed to this press tour?”

“That’s why you agreed?” Natasha burst out.

Sam covers his face with one hand. “This explains so much.”

“You don’t think that’s going a little too far?” Carol asked, amused.

Tony raised one finger. “I will go down with this ship!”

Stephen patted him on the knee. “And I appreciate that.”

“You realize that’s just going to encourage him, right?” Bucky said.

Stephen smirked.

[wizzdot]

This man is a fart enjoyer. Pass it on.🫡

• when you first join the task force, you get close with Gaz first, which means you’re always hanging out with Johnny too. Gaz is relatively normal. Johnny comes across as a loose canon. The man has ADHD for sure, but he is so clever that it’s sometimes scary

• you’ll be sitting on the couch after a mission, watching a documentary about something random, resting your legs over Gaz’s thighs, when Johnny appears, flinging your legs off and jamming himself in between. You grunt before he is grabbing your calves and resting them back across his and Gaz’s legs, resuming your previous position. You try not to blush at how easily he practically rag dolled you.

• he suddenly interrupts, spitting facts about the documentary. “How do you know all this?” you ask, impressed- “just do, lassie!”he shrugs in response, massaging your calf muscles absentmindedly.

•gets up at the commercials and comes back with blankets. Farts when he sits back down “oop, sorry lass” he laughs. “What about me, mate, fuckin’ stinks as well!” Kyle complains, shoving at Johnny. “Aye, well you’re used to them”

•pulls blankets over e the three of you and relaxes back to watch the rest of the documentary. “Sorry lass, can feel another one brewing..” - “Johnny, please don’t..” you laugh. Then he farts again, and he cackles. Gaz laughs. What is it with men finding farting funny?!

• “Kyle, smell that one, fuckin hell it stinks” - “mate what the fuck have you eaten?!” - “smell it lass!” he looks to you. “No Johnny” you laugh, leaning away from him desperately. He slings his arm around your neck and pulls you under the blanket, trapping you in the smell. You thrash and kick trying to escape. He just laughs and eventually lets you up.

• “JOHNNY!” You smack his chest. He just smirks. “Foul, foul man!” You can’t help but laugh, Kyle still cackling from beside.

•sitting in a jeep, on the way home from a mission, he suddenly snaps his head to you, smiling like a madman. You furrow your brow, then you smell it. “Johnny for fuck sake, what’s wrong with you?!” You laugh, pinching your nose. The jeep is soon filled with groans and laughter of your team mates. Price isn’t amused though. He swears Johnny must have been dipped in toxic waste when he was a baby.

•Johnny starts rating them out of 10, you join in. “Lass, you never fart! Even the others join in!!”

• “I’m not disgusting like you guys.. so I’ll sit it out, thanks” you giggle

• starts catching you off guard, trying to press you into the couch in a position that should help you fart. You squeal and kick against him, not ignoring the position he currently has you in (mating press)

• ghost walks in. “Johnny, what the fok?!” - “tryin’ to get her to pump, LT” - “get off’er”- “awkt yer no fun LT!”

• he pulls away and you immediately get up and jump against him, attacking his back in a friendly fight. “You’re the most annoying person I’ve ever met!!!” Each word separated with a slap to his chest.

“Aye, but you love me, lass, don’t ya?” he laughs, smacking your ass!

[intheticklecloset]

TickleTober Day #4: Scream

Asahi and Noya (Haikyuu)

~~~

It was a good thing it was Halloween and the entire street was filled with the sound of screams, because Asahi had Noya screaming like a madman and for once it blended in perfectly.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Noya begged, thrashing against the bed in a ticklish frenzy. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP ASAHI!!”

Asahi smirked down at him, checking to make sure the toy handcuffs he’d bought as a prank were holding and not chafing Noya’s wrists. “Calm down. I need to test your nerve endings before I unleash you upon the world.”

He found the spots at the back of his friend’s ribs that always got him wheezing with silent laughter. Sure enough, Noya dissolved into utter hysterics, too far gone to even care whether he was making noise or not.

After a few torturous moments Asahi let up on his assault and let Noya catch his breath, ruffling his hair and checking the handcuffs again. “Are you all right?”

“P-Plehehehease, Asa—doctor,” Noya giggled breathlessly, his keeping with the role play letting his friend know he was hanging in there. “You’ve made me too sensitive…”

“On the contrary.” Asahi got up and moved a little further down the bed, smiling at Noya’s panicked anticipatory giggles. They were playing Dr. Frankenstein and his monster, deciding to be a little more childish than usual on this festive evening.

Asahi grasped Noya’s ankle and scribbled across his foot, grinning at his friend’s resulting cackles and squirming.

“It’s imperative that I make you as sensitive as possible so that you better understand what it’s like to be a human being.”

He scratched at his toes and Noya tossed his head back and exploded into belly laughter that was a rare treat for them both. “Plehehehehehehease!”

“One final test,” Asahi mused, climbing back onto the bed and kneeling between Noya’s legs. Then he smirked and pulled out an item he’d been hiding all evening – a toy claw that they had learned was incredibly tickly to the poor libero.

Noya gasped and pulled uselessly at the handcuffs. “No!”

“Oh, yes.” Asahi firmly grasped his leg above the knee and dragged the claw along his friend’s inner thigh, and Noya let out a scream that could rival any haunted house. “I made sure to make this the most sensitive spot of all.” Then, unable to help it, he broke into an evil kind of laugh. “Mwahahahaha!”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASAHIIIIIII!!!!”

[true-blue-sonic]

Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening!!

Espilver + 39 for the Ask Game

39. …because time’s run out.

Eggman Nega's wicked grin tells Silver they're out of time a second before the man opens his mouth.

"I've already acquired more than enough Chao to feed to the Ifrit," Nega sneers, giving his moustache a smug twirl. It's how Silver's stomach feels, twisting itself right into knots at those words. It can't be; he and Espio got so many, from all over the island! They had to be ahead in the race here!

"You're lying," he growls back, teeth bared... and yet his adversary's smirk deepens.

"Am I, dear Silver? I've been on this island for just as long as you have. My robots have collected Chao by the hundreds, and I've got them all sealed away in a hidden room inside that mansion. When the Ifrit is unleashed, it will be invincible in seconds!"

Opening his mouth to spit out a retort Silver tenses a fist, erratic psychokinesis flaring to life around him-

But a gentle hand on his shoulder gives him pause.

"As if that will ever happen," Espio coldly speaks up, golden eyes burning away into Eggman Nega. "Do you truly think you'll even have the time to feed the Chao to the Ifrit before Silver and I defeat it? Someone like you could never manage such a feat, if you can unleash the Ifrit in the first place."

A more irked snarl gets sent their way at that. "Bah," Eggman Nega huffs at them. "You will remember those words when the world has been burned to ashes around you, boy. Hee hee hee… See you around!"

"No!" Silver gasps; but he's long learned to not rush right up to the Egg Mobile Nega rides lest he get blown right out of the sky, and there's nothing around he can throw at the madman. Manic cackles fill the gloomy forest, Espio snarling and tensing as Silver whirls around to stare at him. "We've come so far, but-!"

But it hasn't been enough.

And they hadn't been fast enough.

And of course Silver hasn't been capable enough, clever enough, quick enough, brave enough-!

Eggman Nega wheezes with laughter as if he knows the maelstrom of thoughts coursing through Silver from quills to toes, and then his Egg Mobile blasts off and leaves him and Espio standing.

"Rats," the chameleon hisses, tail lashing as he takes to a frantic pacing. "Ah- A secret room in this mansion. I do not think he was lying about that. If we split up, we have the best chance of finding it. Plus, if the Ifrit is released, one of us can stall it until the other returns to help defeat it..."

Silver doesn't listen. He can't; Eggman Nega is right. His attempts have been futile, and the world is doomed because of it, and Espio's belief that they can just find a room that Nega has hidden away is based on nothing-!

"Silver," Espio's voice breaks through his thoughts, gently. Jumping up from his thinking Silver stares as the other leans closer, a hand grasping at his and pulling it close. It makes electricity spark on the cyan marks there. "Do not listen to him, Silver. He is not worth it."

"He was right," the hedgehog whispers back, though his hand trembles at how Espio shakes his head.

"That man is a fraud and a liar. Do you truly think he was able to hide the Chao away just like that? I'm a detective, I can find them. And you are the bravest, boldest person I have met. If anyone can retrieve them in time and defeat the Ifrit should the need arise, it is the both of us."

A lump has long formed in Silver's throat, that he can't swallow away at all. "Do you really think...?"

"I don't think so, I know so," the response comes, as does Espio's other hand rising up. It strokes Silver's cheek, ever so gently, the hedgehog shuffling closer as if the touches are the only thing keeping him afloat; which they honestly are, in this moment. His head sinks into the crook of Espio's neck as if it's made to fit there just perfectly, and his shaky breath isn't as feeble as it could be with how he's held up. "Silver, we cannot give up. Let's go and find that secret room," the chameleon adds, his hand tightening around Silver's only more.

"Yeah... Yes. We must," Silver nods back, drawing a deep breath to ground himself and steady his resolve once more. For the future and the past alike, he cannot give up just yet.

But he can stand there for just a few seconds longer until Espio has pressed the lightest of kisses against his brow, the hedgehog mumbling something he cannot make out himself either into his shoulder. "We'll make it. I promise, we're not out of time just yet," the chameleon tells him, his hands giving Silver's a final squeeze before pulling away in full.

"Okay," the hedgehog nods, squaring his shoulders and tensing his quills; and then he's spun around on his heels and blasts off into the direction of the mansion, Espio's footsteps retreating behind him as the chameleon rushes to another entrance.

But the horror inside Silver has decreased at least somewhat with each residual tingle on his brow, a reminder of tender lips pressing against it and giving him the confidence he needs to make things right once and for all.

And if Espio says they'll make it, Silver can only believe him.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Heya! I'm so excited your requests are open! Could you do a mha fic with Bakugou and Shinsou? Either lee!baku or a tickle fight? If you don't feel it, no worries!! Thanks you!

Training partner

Oof I haven't written for MHA in a while, but it's Shinso so I can't say no to that XD

And as much as I love to badmouth Bakugo, I still love writing/reading tk content of him for some reason lol. So this was quite the fun pair to receive~

Merry Christmas~!

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Bakugo x Shinso (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Bakubro

Ler: Shinso

Warnings: Tickles! A bit of bondage!

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Bakugo was furious to say the least. I mean, he was always angry. But today even more so. He had been looking for someone to spar with all day but all of his friends seemed very busy. That's when he stumbled upon Aizawa sensei who suggested him to practice with his prodege, Shinso. The blonde was hesitant but it's not like he had much of a choice.

He and Shinso went out into an open field where they could freely throw hands at one another.

"This'll be too easy~" Bakugo grinned, very confident in himself while Shinso only rolled his eyes. They both got into position to fight and...

WHAM!

BAM!

KABOOM!

Bakugo was so busy trying to attack Shinso with all his might, he ended up getting captured by his scarf.

"You were saying?~" Shinso smirked proudly to himself, having managed to tangle up the explosive boy up in a tree. He was hanging upside down. It was pretty funny watching him squirm like a fish out of water to try to get free, but it was no use. He was pretty stuck up there. The purple haired male let out a soft snicker, causing Bakugo to get riled up even more.

"Oi! Don't laugh at me you damn extra!" the blonde snarled at him. Shinso could practically see the flames in his eyes. To add more salt into his wounded pride, the purple haired male decided to have a bit of fun with him.

He slowly approached Bakugo with a slight teasy smirk, causing the other to grow a bit nervous. Not like he would show it so of course he kept the tough guy act up.

"So are you gonna put me down or what?!" the blonde practically shouted up to Shinso's face.

"Hmm... now why should I? When you look so vulnerable right now~".

"Huh-" Bakugo's brain shortcircuited as he felt a poke to his stomach. He watched as Shinso's grin grew wider at the second. A soft blush started to spread across Bakugo's cheeks. "I swear if you tickle me I will- PFFT! BWAHAHAHA! W-WAHAIT! STAHAHAP!".

Bakugo's threat fell deaf as he quickly started cackling like a madman. Shinso was currently digging his fingers against his ribs, making sure to get between each ticklish bone.

"Sorry what was that? I couldn't hear you through your laugh~" Shinso teased as his fingertips lazily trailed down Bakugo's sides and all around his stomach.

"Pfftehehehe! I-I swehear when I get ohout you're so deheHEAD-!" Bakugo shrieked in surprise as Shinso's hand snuck below his uniform, playfully tickling his navel.

It didn't matter how many threats and curses he yelled out, he was stuck up there for Shinso to tease as long as he wanted. And maybe that wasn't such a bad thing, not like Bakugo would ever admit to liking it though.

Shinso then dragged his fingers down his sides to his ribs, right below his underarms. "Any last words?~".

"S-suck my- PFFT! AHH! NOHOHO! NAHAHAT THEHERE!" Bakugo squealed, yes you heard me, squealed in laughter as Shinso playfully scratched at him armpits. Somehow his laughter got even more wild. He squeezed his eyes fully shut. Shinso watched in amazement as Bakugo's face slowly turned all kinds of shades of red. Even though he looked like he might die from lack of oxygen, Bakugo looked so happy, like actually happy. Maybe he did enjoy this as much as Shinso.

Shinso softly smiled down at him as he kept attacking the sweet spot "What's wrong? Did I hit a good spot?~". The tease only made Bakugo more insane with laughter. His smile was so bright and wide it was unrecognizeable.

Once Bakugo's laughter started to turn wheezy and silent did Shinso let up. He slowed down his wiggly fingers to soft tickles, just to keep the blonde all giggly. It was rare hearing him chuckle so sweet and softly, but it was quite the pleasant sound. Shinso could keep this up forever but Bakugo truly looked worned out so he finally stopped, helping Bakugo down from his tangled mess.

The blonde quickly sucked as much air as he could, his red cheeks all puffed out from embarrassment. He tried to look angry and annoyed but his eyes looked so soft and content. Bakugo lowered his head as his blush grew ever so wider and mumbled out "T-thanks for that... I guess...". It was barely audible, but Shinso managed to catch it.

A blush of his own started to form before he tried acting all teasy again, but in the end he settled for a warm, caring smile "No problem~".

After that encounter, they both headed back to their respective dorms, neither of them talked about what happened but they both kept thinking about it all day and night. Both content and flustered by the experience. Who knows, maybe they'll get the chance to 'train' again.

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I had too much fun with this akdhsjdjsj

[takami-takami]

okay but what if meanie hawks who literally flips back to good boy hawks before you can even blink. like whiplash inducing behavior

one minute he’s fucking the ever loving shit outta you, you’re literally a mess and he leaps at the opportunity to rub it in, mocking the whimpers and strangled sobs you manage. “what, can’t you even speak properly anymore?” he’d mock with dry laughter. “ no, all you know how to do is cry an’ fall apart on my cock, ‘s that right?” the bastard coos, perfectly carved features twisted into a look of faux sympathy that quickly morphs into a wicked but familiar smirk as he squishes your face with his free hand, orchestrating it so your bleary-eyed expression was nodding along in agreement.

and then afterwards he’s providing aftercare and gingerly brushing away your tears with his thumb like you’re as fragile as porcelain. he’s all lovey dovey, biggest sweetheart like he wasn’t just rearranging you insides like a one man interior design team on hgtv home makeover. fr got you wondering if you blacked out for a sec and he switched out with a stunt double

….omg who wrote that 😨😨 wasnt me

-🗝️anon

🗝 ANON THE WHIPLASH THOSE TWO PARAGRAPHS GAVE ME

I went from biting the wall at the dialogue and him making you nod in answer to his question with just one hand, to cackling like a madman at your description of his switch back to being nice.

[arjaandsimoni]

Song of the Smiling Knight

Andre Gilbert was a legendary figure even in life. A mountain of a man, striding across the battlefield with his head uncovered, showing a madman’s grin as he cleaved through his enemies with ease. He became a hero to his people, a source of inspiration to frightened soldiers and motivation to keep fighting.

Unfortunately even legends fall in time, struck down by another who would grow to be a legend in his own lands. The cycle continued, and for a long time there was peace for Andre’s weary soul.

Until she came.

All was calm and serene for so long, and then that voice, that… soft... sweet… voice. Andre heard the tales of witches, horrible hags cackling in the moonlight, but this voice was so kind and loving, how could he not trust it?

Then, just as suddenly the voice was gone, as was his peace, and he was alone in the field he fell in... a time long beyond any he recognized.

Was it any wonder that frayed him a bit?

A Remote Part of France

“Sooooo...” Patli’s bright voice carried across the open field well. “Can you see the future?”

Francis sighed lightly, rolling his eyes behind his dark lenses. “I can’t see anything, Patli.”

“Not even dark?”

“I don’t know what ‘dark’ is.”

“... Spooky.”

“Dare I ask why you asked?” He continued, cane bouncing off a small divot in the ground the he hopped over gracefully.

“Well, I mean… blind people are often seers. Mom says there were some priests who plucked their eyes out to see the stars better.”

“Can you see the future, then?” He retorted.

“No, but mine don’t count, I got new ones.” Patli smirked, poking the side of her head, her eyes vanishing into darkness inside her head only to be replaced with small green pinpricks of flame. “See?”

“No.” Francis answered flatly.

“Oh… right, yea… Well I can see just fine! In fact my spirit eyes let me look into the spirit world whenever I want to.”

“... Have you not been using them before just now?”

“No?”

Francis let out a low sigh at that, rubbing his head with his empty hand. “Patli we’re hunting a spirit and you didn’t think to start out using your spirit eyes?!”

There was a bit of a pause before the smaller girl gasped softly. “Ooooh! Right!”

“I was hoping at least if you were going to be constantly talking and dulling my hearing you were at least using your spirit vision…”

“Well I forgot okay?!”

“You forgot your lack of eyes?!”

“Well yea, don’t you ever forget you’re blind? It’s just normal!”

“No! I’ve literally never once forgotten I was blind!”

The pair went back and forth as they walked, Alice unable to hide her snickering as she heard them even in the distance.

“Oh gods what are they doing?” Nessa groaned, recognizing the look on Alice.

“Nothing, they just sound EXACTLY like we did when we first started training together…”

“Oh, so Francis is being a haughty little brat then...” Nessa smirked, nudging Alice lightly.

“Mhm, and Patli’s too eager to show off her cool tricks to remember her one job is to support the blind person.” Alice winked, bumping her back.

“Careful, if those two wind up together too, your fancy little French noble line is gonna get all weird and Aztec-y.”

“Oh yea, hate to imagine a world where the Roche family is weird…"

“Just saying, when our great grand nephews are holding ritual pyres to celebrate the harvest don’t blame me. You Roches are insatiable for Aztec girls it seems.”

Meanwhile, as the two older hunters flirted, Patli and Francis were currently… rolling across the field, not quite as romantic as their siblings as they wrestled and yelled at each other.

“Call me that again you fancy pants jerk!” Patli yelped as she rolled down the slope, holding onto Francis’ shirt tightly to drag him with her.

“Happily! BIRD BRAIN!” He responded, trying to wiggle out of her hold as his cane whipped around behind him, thankfully held onto his wrist by a security strap. “Bird brain!” he repeated even as their bodies hit something solid together.

“Ow!” Patli groaned, holding her head. “I think your dumb cane hit me…”

“My… your stupid flailing feet must have hit ME!” Francis grunted in discomfort as he stood, rubbing his side.

“Yea well you’ll know when my feet hit you in one sec-...” Patli started before Francis held his hand up.

“Hold up…” he said, sounding more serious as he adjusted his glasses. “Do you smell that?”

Thankfully rather than make some comment about Francis ‘fancy shampoo’ or the like, Patli recognized the shift in tone, frowning as she shook her head. “No. I mean I smell the wild flowers, the grass, the dirt… all normal field stuff.”

“There’s something else… where are we?”

Patli took the time to assess the surroundings finally, realizing how far off track they’d gotten in their fight. “Oh… shit we’re way off the path, oh man Nessa’s gonna kick my ass…”

“No, I mean is there anything near us? What’d we hit?”

“Uh it’s…a rock? A big rock… Wait this is a REALLY big rock, ONE really big rock, that’s weird isn’t it?”

The two were standing in front of a massive stone monolith. Just as Patli said it was one big stone, carved by expert hands ages ago, covered by moss and other signs of age…

“Does it have writing on it? Help me out here Patli. You need to be my eyes.”

“Right right, one sec.” Patli said, the two moved on from their fight quickly as they realized how much they need the other’s talents.

In a flash Patli was scaling the monolith, fingers not even needing holds as she seemed to fly up it, scanning for signs. “No writing... it looks like there was paint but it’s really old and faded…” She huffed. “There’s a hole at the top though, I’m checking it out.”

Francis quietly had to admit when the girl focused she was actually quite good at communicating… Right up until the cry of ‘heads up!’ A split-second later something heavy thumped against the earth in front of him.

“Damn it Patli! Again, blind! I can’t see when you’re throwing crap!”

“I said heads up!”

“Yea like a second before!” Francis huffed, crouching down to feel the object. It was small, round, and smooth. It felt cold despite obviously being in the sun in its position…

“Huh,” he mused. “Hey Patli what color is this?”

“Black. Like really shiny black, like Nessa’s knife... but it’s not obsidian, I know that.”

Francis felt the thing in his hand a bit more. She was right, obsidian is a more brittle feeling, hard to get this round without chips and cracks… "Hm...” he mused before bringing the stone to his mouth, licking it quickly.

“EW!” Patli shouted from her perch on the rock. “And you call me gross?!”

“Shut up! It’s how I can tell stuff, I’ve got a good tongue...” Francis huffed, blushing a bit, smacking his lips softly. “Huh… this is onyx…”

“The gem?” Patli asked, slowly floating down to join him. “Weird, what’s it mean?” She asked. Despite making fun of his ‘fanciness’ she knew his time in the library paid off for things like this.

“Typically means strength and absorbing negative energies… You said this is a big rock right? I think this might be marking a warrior’s grave…”

“Like The Smiling Knight?” Patli perked up.

“Could be. Nessa said he was a local legend, it’d make sense for him to be honored with a grave symbolizing strength and keeping him safe from negative magics.”

“Didn’t work well if he’s walking around now.” Patli smirked.

“Well, magic wears off. This thing’s pretty small, it may have been part of a bigger idol that got lost or stolen.” Francis offered. “Well if this is his grave the entrance is around here too, can you.”

Before he even finished it Patli was giggling, flying into the air. “Watch out!” She called, thankfully a bit better than before as she gave Francis enough time to scramble out of the way before she let out a loud shriek, enough to make the surrounding recon team cover their ears.

The shriek was effective, though, as horrific and banshee-like as it was, it was also effective at sending the moss and grass that covered the hill that the monolith sat on flying. Soon enough the barrow was revealed, a once proud hill of dirt and clay compressed into a sturdy dome that the monolith stood atop like a crown. In front of it was an old wooden door, showing signs of its ancient age but still standing proud.

“Huh, looks like it is a grave. Good tongue, fancy boy...” Patli grinned, slapping Francis’ back as he came back to join her.

“Yea yea...” he huffed. “Good death scream too, you’ve gotten better at it.” He added.

“Aw… you like me!” The girl teased, walking to the door and pushing it open as Francis sputtered a few times behind her.

“What?! I just said your death scream was better.”

“Yea, which is nicer than ‘bird brain.’” she teased as her eyes once again lit up with their flames.

“Well ‘good tongue’ is nicer than calling me a dumb fancy jerk! So what do you like me too?!”

“Maybe I d-...” Patli’s teasing grin faded quickly as she realized what she was seeing. “How many ghosts are we after, Francis?”

“Uh, one?” He answered incredulously, though grateful for the change in topic.

“There’s… more than one.”

The barrow was small inside, most of the mound’s mass being exterior, leaving just one single burial chamber where a stone sarcophagus surrounded by jars and baskets of tribute sat proudly.

There was only one sarcophagus, but far more ghosts lingering around. The Smiling Knight was there, standing in front of his burial site, surrounded by ghosts that seemed to be from all ages past.

Peasants, nobles, modern farmers, students, soldiers, there must have been almost fifty of them crammed into the tight space as the knight’s ghost held court. Nearly seven feet tall, wearing the shining armor he died in, a now rictus looking grin stretching his mouth wide as his ghostly blue form turned to stare at Patli.

“Have you brought the song?” He asked in a raspy, almost pained sounding, voice. “Have you returned my music?”

“Uh… no?” Patli said, stepping back, putting herself between the spirits and Francis before whispering back “Can that sword cut ghosts?”

“Alice said…”

“And I say, can that sword cut ghosts?” She hissed.

“The silver edge is better for it but it can be tricky still.” Francis responded as he pulled the blade out, feeling the danger around him.

“Stay by me, don’t move unless I do… there’s a LOT of ghosts and I don’t think they’re… well.”

“Where is the song?” The knight’s voice raised, the other ghosts turning to face them as he spoke loud enough for Francis to hear as well. “Are you the one who took it from me?!”

“I don’t know what song you mean, spirit...” Patli spoke, trying to speak with authority even as bits of the wall near her chipped off due to the ghost’s voice. “But I don’t take songs. I am a priestess, a warrior like you, and I’ve come to guide you to the afterlife.”

“I cannot return!” The ghost roared, Francis covering his ears as the booming voice echoed around him. “I will not return to the void, the silence! I cannot! I must have my song!”

“Shit, Patli this is too much, this tomb’s one giant bowl and his voice is…” Francis groaned, unable to focus on anything as the sound around him rocked his senses.

“Yea, come on...” Patli answered, stepping back, guiding him to the door.

“The thieves flee with the song!” The knight roared, pointing to them. “Stop them, servants of the Lady!”

The other ghosts surged forward at that, more mindless seeming than the knight, and devoted to his command as the pair stumbled back. “Damn it, okay fancy boy, change of plans. Sword up!” Patli  said over her shoulder.

“What?” Francis asked, raising his sword as she instructed.

“Focus, okay? We’ve got ghosts coming at us! You NEED to focus, we won't be getting to the door and I’m about to make your sword into a lightsaber so I REALLY don’t want you to get me with it.”

Francis was still fairly confused, but nodded, taking a deep breath as he tried to put aside the moaning and the knight’s roaring commands that muddled his senses. He felt the heat from his sword as Patli slid her palm along the blade, spreading blood across it that caused it to ignite in green flame just like Nessa used. 

“Can you feel them?”

He nodded. It was hard, but he could. The heat of the sword helped, he could feel the chill of the spirits, and Patli’s body heat for contrast. He heard her breath, smelled the grave dirt scent that seemed to cling to the ghosts. It wasn’t perfect, but he could keep from decapitating his fellow hunter at least.

“Alright, good! Now we’re gonna go forward, and we’re not stopping until we hit the knight, got it?”

He nodded, taking a high stance he practiced so many times before, now finally using it in real combat…

The fighting was hard at first, the ghosts weren’t very difficult, more like spectral zombies than anything, motivated by mindless hunger and their master’s command more than any tactics, but fighting in close spaces with someone so different took adjusting. At first Patli’s rapid movements disoriented him, her footfalls and cackles of combat throwing off his aim.

He was too slow for Patli as well, every time she tried to bounce off him or weave around him they seemed out of sync. Soon, though, the two found their rhythm, Patli making more precise movements Francis could read better, and Francis fighting more aggressively to work with her.

If any of Andre’s mind remained intact he would have recognized two young warriors growing together, even felt pride that the ways he learned as a youth, in some form, were still alive in his home.

Unfortunately, all that dominated his mind was the silence that somehow rang louder than the battle around him. The absence of the song was a weight on his soul he couldn’t remove, and it drove him mad with anger as he began to see these children as the forces keeping the song from him.

“YOU WILL RETURN THE SONG!” He roared as the final ghost fell to Francis’ glowing blade, bringing his own great axe down brutally at the pair.

Francis grunted as he held his blade up, hearing that massive axehead slice through the stale air fast enough to block it, though the effort to hold it back made his arms shake…

“We don’t have a song! What are you talking about?!” Francis groaned, knocking the ghost’s blade away to get some distance. “We can help you find the song!” he tried. “Just stop attacking and tell us what it was!”

“My lips would defile the song of my Lady if I spoke it!” He growled, lunging forward as Francis dipped aside, letting him stumble past.

“I’m not fuckin Shazam here, buddy! Going to need a little more to work with!” Francis shouted back.

He knew this wasn’t helping, he could tell the ghost was beyond any help. He could, however, buy time, keep his attention as Patli went to work with ‘Plan B’ for ghosts.

The girl slipped past the fighting pair, pushing the heavy lid of the sarcophagus aside to reveal the skeleton within. For a moment she felt a pang of sympathy for him. Tucked so reverently into the burial spot, his armor polished one final time, axe in hand, he clearly was a man of great honor for his people before this.

“May you fight eternally in the realm of the gods, great warrior. Be free of this madness...” she whispered before reaching into her pocket for a pouch of blessed salt, pouring it over his bones.

The ghost shuddered as if feeling some discomfort, groaning as he stopped his swing halfway to glare at Patli. “Disturb not my bones, song thief!” He shouted, lunging at her only to stop as Francis lept on him from behind, plunging his enchanted blade into the ghost’s back as deep as he could.

“Do it Patli!” He shouted, holding on for dear life as he was bucked back and forth like he was riding a mechanical bull.

In a flash, green flames washed over the bones, a wail of anguish coming from the ghost as his body and spirit began to fade together.

“Rest.” Francis grunted as he hopped off the ghost’s back. “Your time has passed, let the calm of eternity soothe your broken mind.”

“You will be honored as a warrior should be, a more dignified fate than this...” Patli added, and for a brief moment the pair could see that smile soften, the madman’s grin fading into a more genuine, relaxed, smile as he felt himself vanish.

“Easy hunt my ass.” Patli panted, the strain of manifesting that fire as well as keeping Francis’ sword alight starting to wear her down.

“Take my arm.” Francis offered, sheathing his blade again as he moved to support her.

“This some fancy pants chivalry?” Patli teased, a bit weaker than she usually did as Francis rolled his eyes, the two making their way out of the barrow together much more unified than they came down the hill to it, at least.

Outside Harlow’s team was already surrounding things, having moved in when they realized the pair were taking too long, but not hearing any signs of distress that’d make them come in… not that Harlow wasn’t ready, hand gripping his pistol’s handle in the holster tight enough to make his knuckles turn white…

“I see them coming out.” Tatyana offered, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I think they’re okay.” She smiled, hoping to relax him so the pair didn’t see him so concerned.

“Yea… never doubted it.” Harlow answered with a soft sigh, giving her a grateful look before composing himself just as the pair staggered out. There’d be time for debriefing and reports later, for now all he cared about was getting the two home safely.

As the Roche helicopter took off peace did return to the area, no trace of the spirit remaining as he was finally laid to rest properly once again. Though that peace wasn’t as welcome to everyone as it was to the locals. Deep in the nearby river a figure stirred, snarling in anger as she felt her magic fading away with the spirit.

The lands of France have many legacies.

Legacies of heroes, of hunters, new and old figures carving their own tales into its history. It also has a long legacy of beasts, creatures older than many kingdoms, older than France itself as an entity. They have their own legacies to live up to, and as a skeletal, clawed, hand scraped the now useless sigil that once reanimated the knight, yet another scion of such legacies was rising. After all, some things were best done personally.

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[rubbarband]

"Yeah, they're all in this truck, but also I found out while giving that hero a bloodied lip that one of these containers contain some big prime steak. There's also a safe with fat stacks of cash in it; I say we steal a bit of everything." Desmond smirked to the group.

"Now Tamera, get behind the wheel, we're gonna steal the lot of it and feast like fucking royalty!" Des cackled like a madman as the rest of them cheered. "Someone come help me open this safe." Desmond marched on over with purpose and satisfied with sticking it to the heroes.

Xia followed the others closely, waiting for their signals, doing whatever they asked. Even if she never really worked with a team, she was smart enough not to wander off on her own.

These guys were also pros which helped her feel at ease. Any guards left, she would gladly knock out using the strength of her fox legs. "There we go. How is getting the items going?" she asked those around her.

[sweet-honey-fruit]

Do you write for Kazuha and Diluc yet? I read your blanket hog thing and I'm wondering what they'd be like, please? ;w;

I do write for them, yes! I was planning on doing a part two of that as well since so many people liked it. I’ll definitely add them in this one!

Genshin Men With Blanket Hog Reader Part 2

Warnings: Use of pet names, a little suggestive at Kazuha’s part but nothing explicit

Diluc

This man is rarely ever sleeping in bed at night

He’s either working late nights at Angel’s Share, or fulfilling his duties at the Dark Knight Hero

So when he has came home early in the morning to see you still sleeping, blankets wrapped around you, he had a good idea that he would be better off bringing his own blankets.

On nights where he does lay beside you to go to sleep, you two always cuddle up underneath the covers.

And Diluc always wakes up in the middle of the night because of the cold air

To which he just sighs, reaches down to get the spare blankets, and drapes them over himself before going back to sleep

He’s a man that adapts to situations, and this is no different

Sometimes when he wakes up, he just stares in wonder and confusion at how you even managed to get the blankets wrapped around you so tight

He’s almost convinced that you do it on purpose sometimes just to annoy him

He secretly finds it adorable though. He’s a stoic man with a soft heart.

He goes right back to cuddling you too with a sigh of annoyance once he’s situated with his own blankets

Kaeya

This man smirks and tries not to laugh

He has photos on his Kamera of you hogging the blankets in the most inhumane positions ever

He uses those photos to tease you

“Oh, Jean, look at this one with my dearest in the blankets practically covered in drool-“

“Kaeya I will kill you.”

He’s even hung the photos around the house and cackled as you lectured him about it with an embarrassed blush on your face

Much like Childe, although more gentle, he will snatch the blankets away from you to give himself some warmth

Which causes you to snatch them back

You both just go back and forth till he pins you down by hugging you

With your protests being ignored, he wraps the blankets around the both of you and goes to sleep

I’m pretty sure you do it almost nightly just to have him hug you to sleep

Which I mean, I’m not judging, I’d do the same

Although there have been nights where he has gotten slightly annoyed that you took the blankets away from him for the fifth time within the past hour

During those times, he’s tempted to keep the blankets in place with ice

He actually did that one time, which you had to explain to him that that’s counterproductive cause now it’s extra cold in the room

He just shrugged, “At least now you get to feel what I feel dearest, now, come here and let me cuddle you for warmth. Maybe then you’ll leave the blankets alone, hm?”

Kazuha

Ever the gentleman, he’ll let you have the blankets

He doesn’t want to disturb you from your sleep, you look so peaceful

He instead settles on cuddling close to you for warmth

On a particularly cold night at sea, he woke up shivering

He tried to slowly wedge the blanket out from under you, but ultimately ended up waking you up

He smiled at you before apologizing, “I’m sorry my love, I didn’t mean to wake you, please go back to sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up once more,”

You felt so bad, especially with how you saw him shivering like a leaf in a harsh storm

Since that night, you made it an effort to tuck him into bed first to ensure the blankets stayed on him

Beidou teases you both for it ever since she accidentally walked in on you tucking him in one night

During a conversation when Beidou was teasing you guys about it, he just smiled at her before stating, “I’m just grateful that that’s all you walked in on us doing.”

Cue a spit take from Beidou and her cackling like a madman

You had to walk away from the shear amount of ignominy you felt coursing through your system

Kazuha just gave a soft grin as he watched you walk away

Yae Miko

Early into the relationship, she would have gently woken you up and asked for the blankets back

Then she would cuddle in close to keep you from moving around so much

If you kept taking the blankets, then she would zap you till you gave them up

Not in a harmful way, but just enough to make it tickle

She’ll have you in tears from laughing until you’ve learned your lesson

She also just loves your laugh but don’t tell anyone that

Later into the relationship, once she knows she can truly trust you, she’ll sleep on the bed with you in her fox form

At that point, you can hog all of the blankets if you’d like to. Her fox form keeps her warm enough

She’ll snuggle up to you in her sleep, her tail and ears flickering every now and then

Then in the morning, since she wakes up before you, she’ll turn back and pepper your face in kisses before leaving to go do shrine duties

10/10 best person to hog the blankets from

[il0veyoujk]

Cherry face

This is a tickle-related ff, if you are not interested in it, please keep scrolling

Summary: Nefeli (17) witnesses the boys having a tickle fight and she gets flustered

Warnings: None

Notes: This ff is requested by @sugary-sweet-anon, I hope you'll like this, love! I am so sorry this took forever to write!

Situation: Group tickle fight

Sentence starters: “Let's count how many ribs you have, hm?”

Lots of love Nef 💕

“BWAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAO AHAHAHAHA PLEAHAHASE!” Taehyung’s loud, almost deafening, laughter was filling the whole practice room. The youngest member of the band was on top of him, pinning his arms above his head and wrecking his ribs with unstoppable scribbles and pokes while Taehyung was laughing his heart out. Everyone knew how much of an evil little bunny Jungkook could be when it comes to tickling and everyone was afraid of his side. And yet, he chose to drink the last banana milk in the fridge. 

“Aww Tae, you are way too ticklish to steal from me!” Jungkook exclaimed while he was shaking his index and middle fingers on his best friend’s upper ribs, only to make him cackle even crazier than he already was “Let's count how many ribs you have, hm?”

Today was a busy day. BTS was preparing an appearance on Jimmy Fallon’s show for next week, and they were all crazy about it. However, the crazier they were getting, the hyper they were becoming. And the higher they were becoming, the more playful they would be. So now there the two boys were, both of them laughing and having a tickle fight.

“No no no noOHOAHAHAHA AHAHAHA PLEAHAHAHASE!” the young lad screamed loudly the moment Jungkook even touched his lowest ribs. And even louder when he started pinching softly all over it. 

Jungkook’s smirk was reaching his ears at this point. Getting revenge was one of his favorite things in the world, especially like that. His soft yet teasing fingers were pinching, kneading, and poking all over his friend’s ribs, counting them one by one “Oneeee...” he exclaimed, pinching multiple times Taehyung’s first ribs “Twoooo...” his fingers turned into mini claws, crawling all over his second ribs and wiggling like small worms “Threeee” the fingers were now poking and tasering all over the third ribs of Taehyung’s, making sure they were making the young lad howl in loud, almost hysterical laughter. 

“AHAHAHAHA JUNGAHAHAHAK YOU SUAHAHAHACK SO BAHAHAHAD AHAHAHA!” Taehyung dared to squeal in between his laughter, not really taking into mind the position he was currently into. 

A loud gas escaped Jungkook, who immediately stopped tickling his best friend, letting him finally breathe “What did you just say?!” he faked a shocked, offended expression, putting his hands over his chest dramatically “Oh you are so in for it right now, Kim Taehyung! Say your last words!” he exclaimed, getting ready to attack the poor singer again. 

However, before he could even bring his arms down on his well-pinned underneath him friend, he was already on the floor, giggling and squirming around unstoppably “You didn’t really think we wouldn’t remember you are ticklish as well, did you?” someone could recognize Jimin’s adorable voice coming from above Jungkook.

Jimin was scribbling his neck with his sharp, blunt nails, touching every sensitive nerve on his neck while he had trapped his younger friend in between his legs from behind. Jungkook on the other hand was giggling like a madman, trying to wiggle out of the young lad’s legs and fingers, but it was useless. He may be taller than Jimin, but his neck is always a melting spot of his!

However, what made his laughter grow was Taehyung’s fingers digging into his hips. Kneading and squeezing there, Taehyung had decided to show no mercy to his bandmate “Coochie coochie coo!” he giggled while he was digging into Jungkook’s hipbones, listening to his laughter filling the whole room.

“NAHAHAHAO PLEAHAHAHASE STAHAHAP AHAHAHA!” the young lad screamed in laughter, thrashing around in Jimin’s and Taehyung’s arms. He was trying his best to pull his arms back down and roll away, while his hips were bucking in the air unstoppably in his attempt to throw all the tickly fingers off him. 

Looking at each other, the two bandmates only shook their heads and kept their attack on, not ceasing it in the least. Ever since they debuted, the three youngest were teasing each other unstoppably, and that usually resulted in major tickle fights. And there was only one way to make it stop. Apologize. Or run out of breath, which is the most common, but still, they had options. So Jungkook asking them to stop was doing nothing more than making his friends chuckle amused. 

“You know what the magic words are, Kookie!” Taehyung bent down and blew a small but way too ticklish raspberry on Jungkook’s bare tummy, which was exposed due to his shirt raising up. Teasing him with a few side pokes here and there, the young lad kept teasing his friend while he was blowing numerous berries all over his tummy.

Jungkook screamed at the top of his lungs when Taehyung blew a super extra-long raspberry on top of his belly button, shaking his head to add to the ticklish torture “BWAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!”

Jimin chuckled as he was wiggling a single finger on the crook of Jungkook’s neck, only making him scrunch up his shoulders and let out babyish giggles in between his roaring laughter and the loud raspberry noises “You are so ticklish, aren’t you?” he smiled as he kept going with his assault.

“So are you...” the three boys were too busy to notice that another person had joined them in the room. 

Turning around and stopping their assault, the three boys saw Nefeli standing there with her arms behind her back and looking at them with the reddest face they had ever seen. The trainee they had come the closest with was staring at them from the corner of the room with a small, shy smile.

“What did you just say?” Jimin narrowed his eyes, and slowly let go of Jungkook, with a playful glimpse in his eyes.

Followed by the other two lads, they all walked up mischievously to the young girl, cornering her while they were wearing an innocent smiles. Jungkook was trying to ignore the pants that were stuck in his throat and catch his breath from the short yet severe tickle attack, and his famous bunny smile was of course placed on his face. 

Nefeli’s face was heated up and her lips had curved into a small, yet flustered grin. The poor girl. The boys had no idea what they have done to her. Seeing a tickle fight was sending waves of shyness and at the same time, waves of wanting to be tickled at the same time. What the boys didn’t know was that the young girl did like getting tickled and seeing them like that was only making her want tickles more.

However, she’s been in the company for about three months or so. She wasn’t ready to ask for it. Not even admit it to them. At least not just yet. Their friendship was still new. So she wasn’t going to do it now. 

“That-That you are just as ticklish as they are!” but she wasn’t going to give up either. Her cheeks had turned red and in her stomach butterflies were interrupting nonstop. 

Looking at each other, the boys smirked wider. Taehyung even folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall, already planning his attack in his mind. They already had decided they were going to get her back for what she just said, the second she interrupted them. 

“Yeah but it’s not like you are not” Jungkook butted in, inching closer and closer to the shy girl, increasing the blush on her face. 

Taking steps away from him, Nefeli was trying to cover up her torso with her arms while she was getting more bashful the more Jungkook was covering the distance between them. She only shook her head though, the shy grin almost reaching up to her ears “No I am not...” she mumbled just the moment her back touched the mirror behind her. 

 “Well then, you don’t mind that, right cherry face?” Taehyung raised his index finger and poked her side unexpectedly, right below her lowest rib. Not too hard to hurt her, but hard enough to tickle Nefeli like crazy and make her let out a loud squeal.

The young girl flinched away, biting her lip to stop the sudden giggle that was ready to escape her “Ohoho-Of course not!” Nefeli successfully swallowed her giggle and wrapped her arms around her torso, trying to protect her sides from the tickly hands. 

Backing away, the young girl didn’t notice that the more she was fending off, the more she was closing the distance between herself and Jungkook.

Jungkook fastly wrapped his arms around her waist and scooped her in the air. Wiggling her around, he made the young girl giggle in enjoyment “Ah look what I got guys! A shy little bunny!” Jungkook teased, bouncing her a little to make her giggle more. 

“Why is the bunny so red? What’s wrong, little bunny?” Taehyung chuckled, tasering Nefeli’s sides, making her squeal loudly. 

“I think she is too red to answer us! We should do something about it!” Jimin giggled too, approaching the two and grabbing her legs, and helping Jungkook lay her on the ground. 

“Pleahahase let me gohoho!” she squealed, not really doing something to stop them. To be honest she didn’t mind it one bit. 

Pinning her arms above her head, Jungkook sat on them as Jimin and Taehyung were taking their places next to each of her sides “I guess we should make her tell us!” Taehyung smirked, skittering his fingers underneath Nefeli’s shirt on her tummy. 

His two other friends followed, attacking her other side and her armpits. Nefeli shrieked in loud laughter, bouncing on the dancing floor unstoppably in her attempt to pull her arms down as fast as he could “AHAHAHA NAHAHAHAO I HAHAHAVE NOTHING TO TELL YOHOHOU!” she screamed, but the boys had none of it.

“I think the bunny has a fever!” Jimin suddenly exclaimed like he wasn’t currently tormenting someone, kneading the soft side of the girl with his fingertips. 

“Nah, I think she is just too hot” Taehyung kept squeezing and pinching around Nefeli’s belly button and tummy. He was hiding a small, evil smirk like he was enjoying it. Which he was. Like the rest of the trio ticklers. 

“Oh come on guys, it’s clear! She is shy!” Jungkook used his baby voice to emphasize the last part, knowing full well what he was doing. He was using his nails to scribble the exposed underarms and armpits of hers, making it tickle way more than it usually would. 

The two other boys let out a long, teasing ‘Ohhhh’, stopping for a split second their assault as they did so and then proceeded to tickle her way harder than before.

“But why? Why are you so shy, cherry face?” Jimin giggled, raising Nefeli’s shirt and blowing a small raspberry on her side, making her scream louder and thrash around even more underneath the three singers. 

Ignoring completely her pleads for mercy and almost hysterical laughter, the three boys were smirking widely. Their fingers were tickling the young girl more than they usually would, due to all the teasing. And they would all enjoy it equally. 

“AHAHAHA THAT TICKLES AHAHAHA!” Nefeli screamed between her loud laughter, wiggling around and trying to pull her arms down. 

“Aha!” Taehyung suddenly exclaimed, smirking and started poking teasingly, activating his baby talk “Does someone like the tickles? That’s why you are laughing so hard? You just looooove, being tickled, little bunny?” he trailed his words to increase the anticipation.

“Aw I think you are right Tae! Look how happy she looks now we are tickling her!” Jungkook giggled, speeding up his fingers in excitement. 

“Aw tickle tickle tickle Neffie! Look how happy you look when you get the tickles! I guess we should keep tickling you until infinity!” Jimin kept repeating the tickle word, clearly noticing the major effect it had on Nefeli’s already deep enough blush.

Before the young girl could disagree though, unstoppable raspberries were already attacking her sides and tummy “AHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAO PLEAHAHAHASE AHAHAHA ZARA HEHEHELP ME!” she screamed loudly. 

Zara was Namjoon’s makeup artist and she and Nefeli were good friends. However, the young artist was nowhere to be found and even if she was, she wasn’t going to help her friend anyway. She knew she was enjoying it.

“Ahahaw, why ask for help if you like the tickles so much, little bunny?” Jimin chuckled, before blowing another raspberry on her side, sending her into a new round of hysterics. 

As Taehyung and Jimin were alternatively taking turns blowing berries on her sides, Jungkook was busy poking around all over her ribcage while showing his adorable bunny teeth “Coochie coochie coo...” Taehyung giggled, shaking his head on her side to add to the ticklish sensations. 

At this point, Nefeli’s tummy was aching from all the laughter and her cheeks were stretched. Her laughter had almost turned silent. That was the signal for the boys to stop and let the poor girl go. 

Pulling away and smirking down at her, Jungkook ruffled Nefeli’s already messy hair “That was fun, you have to admit that!” 

Nefeli though only glared at him and stuck her tongue out before smirking widely “Yeah but you know someone here didn’t get his tickles yet” 

Everyone’s eyes turned to Jimin who gulped and started walking backward, grinning nervously “Hehehe um... Bye!” he chuckled and rushed out of the room as fast as he could.

“Get him!” Taehyung yelled and all three got up and ran behind him. Soon the whole BigHit could hear the hysterical laughter of Jimin's. 

[jjungkookislife]

Prompt:

10. “You’ve been bad. Good thing my costume came with handcuffs.”

Member: Jungkook 💖

Been Bad

pairing: Jungkook x f. reader

tw: use of handcuffs (with previously established consent), oral sex, unprotected sex, bruises, cream pie, I'm sorry cop!jungkook just does things to me I'm sorry

10. “You’ve been bad. Good thing my costume came with handcuffs.”

Jungkook's laughter filled your home as he cackled at whatever his elder brother, Seokjin, had said.

Normally, you'd be in his group, but you watched your husband from afar tonight.

"Enjoying the view?" Yoongi asks as he hops on the counter beside you.

"Maybe," you giggle as you face your friend. "What's it to you?"

"Nothing, just know they're setting up a game of truth and dare," Yoongi hums in warning, bringing his drink to his lips.

"That so?"

"Mhmm," Yoongi hums. "Something about feeling nostalgic."

"Great. I'm sure that's Seokjin's doing," you roll your eyes playfully.

"Come on, everyone! Time to play!" Seokjin's voice rings through your home. Yoongi tugs you along with him before you can protest, making you sit in the circle along with the few party guests brave enough to join.

Seokjin looks like he's scheming as he holds an empty beer bottle and leans over the center as he spins it.

Unsurprisingly, it lands on you. Your evil brother-in-law grins like a madman as he asks, "truth or dare, my dear?"

"Dare," you aren't a punk bitch after all. Besides, you're used to his shenanigans, and backing down only ends up in worse situations for you.

"Oh, someone's daring tonight. Could be the Elvira costume," Seokjin hums to himself. He looks at his younger brother in his police officer costume and smirks.

"i dare you to act out a porn scene with Jungkook and his handcuffs," Seokjin cackles, knowing there's no way in hell you'd agree.

"Here?!"

"Ew!" Seokjin is quick to shake his head. "Ya nasty! As if! Go to your room!" Jin pretends to puke as he shoos you away.

Jungkook laughs as he rises from his spot in the circle, taking your hand in his. "Feel free to let yourselves out!"

With a smile, you follow him. Your giggles fill your bedroom as you fall on the bed. Your husband locks and shuts the door after him, joining you seconds later just to pull you off the bed and press you against the wall. He holds his handcuffs up in between you.

"You’ve been bad. Good thing my costume came with handcuffs.” Jungkook whispers huskily as he turns you around, your chest pressed to the wall.

"Jungkook!" you gasp at the iciness of your wall.

"Shush," he instructs as the cold handcuffs end up on your wrists. You bend forward, tugging on the cuffs before Jungkook is pressing his body against yours. "That's Officer Jeon to you."

You curse, melting with the velvety tone of his voice. "You've been a bad girl, baby. It's time I taught you how to be good."

"Yes, Officer Jeon," you say.

"That's good. Now bend over," he demands as he drops to his knees in front of you, his pants clinging to his thick, muscular thighs. He takes his sweet time kissing up one thigh and then the other before he's lifting your costume to bunch at your succulent hips. He curses when your thin panties come into view, already soaking wet when he pushes them aside and his pink tongue connects with your folds.

You moan lewdly, begging for more and tugging on your handcuffs in a futile effort to get free.

"Tsk, tsk," Jungkook shakes his head. "You'll take what you are given and nothing else."

"Yes, please," you whine in response as his fiery tongue dips between your folds and his hands hold you in place. You tug on the cuffs again, but it's useless. There's no escaping him. Jungkook's tongue finds your clit, licking and sucking it before he's spreading you open to dive in deeper, drinking you in. You writhe above him, thighs quivering as your face is pressed to the wall and you do your best to remain upright.

Dripping wet is what you are as his fingers join his tongue and you fall apart for him until he has mercy on you and releases you from the crude actions of his tongue.

Softly, Jungkook's lips kiss every bit of skin exposed to him as he palms his cock, moaning your name when your ass meets his hard cock. With ease, he's unbuckling his pants, gripping your handcuffed hands to lead you to the bed. You fall face forward, ass up and ready for him.

"Fuck me," you plead, lost for any other words as you your cunt pulses in need. You're near tears. It had been absolute torture to see your husband in his cop uniform, tatted arms, and long hair with his stupidly hot piercings. You had been teased enough and needed nothing but his rock-hard cock to impale you.

"Say no more, baby. I've got you," Jungkook assures you as he lines himself up at your entrance, sighing in relief when he bottoms out. He curses, your name escaping him as he grips your hips and bruises them with his hold as you rock back to meet each of his thrusts.

"That's it, baby. Take my fat cock like the good girl you are. Fuck, yeah!" Jungkook groans as his fingers rub your clit in tandem with his thrusts. His hands grip your cuffed wrists, moans of your name escaping him as his eyes flutter shut and his orgasm hits at the same time as yours.

"Fuck, Jungkook!" you scream as you cream his cock and he releases inside you with one last tug of your handcuffs.

send number and category w/ a member

[bubblesxo]

ah-HAH! a mission report!! *smirks and cackles wildly while tapping my fingers together like a madman*

i haven't written in so long >< and this is my first time writing the batfam. the beginning is so clunky so far *sobbing emojis*

as you can probably tell, i'm writing chapter one rn!! hopefully i can post it tmrw. updates will be sundays :)