#tickle fic requests open

[titters-and-tingles]

Maybe Angel Dust finding out Husk is ticklish when he tries to help him preen his wings?

Okay, this took a while, and I ended up with a bit more than 200 words, but here you go!

Wigglier Than Usual

Lee: Husk

Ler: Angel Dust

It's become a routine of a sort. Angel comes down to Husk's room once a week a week. They put on a movie— usually something light and fun. Angel wraps himself Husk and gets to work on his wings.

It's fun, having a task that can occupy all six of his hands, and it's nice hearing Husk's reverberating purr, loud enough it almost drowns out the love confessions and the crying in the rain coming for the TV.

They aren't really watching the TV anyways. It's just background noise to whichever of one of them is complaining at the moment.

When it's Husk, Angel to indigantly exclaim 'oh no he didn't' and 'god that sound exhausting'. And when it's Angel's turn, Husk gets to say things like 'what an asshole' and 'you can't catch a fucking break'.

Today, it's Angel turn. "—I felt like I was changing outfits every five fucking minutes, how many uniforms are there even? Turns out a lot," he works his fingers higher up, near the base of Husk's wings as he talks, "I got ta be a policeman, a nurse, a doctor, a fireman, a safety inspector, someone in HR,"

Husk snorts, interrupting his purring.

Angel moves his hands a little lower, working at the feathers at the base of Husk's wings. "Yeah, I didn't think HR people had a uniform! Then again, HR departments are made up so I guess they can have uniforms if they want." He threads his fingers through the feathers, smoothing them out. "I got to write up a buncha violations before the CEO violated me, if ya know what I mean."

Husk coughs and breaks into muffled snickering. His wings flare out, clipping Angel's shoulder and nearly knocking him off the bed.

"Hey, careful! I'm not done yet."

Husk tucks his wing back in. "Sorry 'bout that." He gestures at Angel's shoulder.

"Nah, you're fine. Didn't even hurt." Angel got back to work, sorting through the feathers closing to the bottom. "You're wigglier than usual, are your wings hurt or somethin?"

Husk flushes red under his fur. "My wings are fine. It's your fingers that are 'wigglier than usual'."

It takes less than a second for Angel's eyebrows to shoot up and a smirk to break onto his face. "They're wigglier?" And he wiggles all of his fingers into Husk's wings.

Husk attempts a shout and pulls his knees up to his chest. He breaks down in coughing snickers, reaching behind himself to try and bat Angel away.

"You're ticklish!" Angel tells him smugly, tucking his fingers into the fold of Husk's wings. One of his hands wanders down to Husk's belly and gives it a few pokes.

Still snickering, tail lashing against the mattress, Husk tries to pry the hand off his stomach, only for a second hand to join it. "I know I'm ticklish, hey—!"

"Coochie coo, Whiskers!" Angel jabbed him a couple of times in the sides to hear him snort. "Tickle, tickle, tickle!"

Husk manages to catch one of Angel's hand and holds it away from him. The other three, one on his stomach, one in his wing and the third scritching the back of his neck.

He tries to muffle his laughter with one hand, but loses his grip on Angel's hand, which promptly digs itself in his armpit.

Husk curls up, burying his laughter in the crook of his elbow and trying to roll away from Angel. "Alright! Alright! Get off of me!"

"Okay, okay," Angel lets go, snickering. "See? Not tickling you anymore, Giggles."

Husk grunts and rubs at his face, still breathing funny from the laughter. He gave Angel a half-hearted shove. "What was that about?"

Angel grins at him. "I didn't know you were ticklish!"

Husk snorts and gives him another half-hearted shove. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up." He gave Angel a point jab to the side, and Angel squeaked. "Looks like I'm not the only one."

Angel holds up his hands. "Hey, hey, hey, wait, c'mon—" and he's pushed into the mattress, cackling, paws wiggling against his sides.

[cooldudesthings]

Taking tkl fic and HC requests

Nothing NSFW/K!nk/Fetish PLEASE it makes me uncomfortable and I will not do them

I’m bored and have nothing else to do whenever I get some free time

So feel free to send in a request or an idea

Fandoms I will do

Obey me!

Honkai star rail

Stardew valley

Bungo stray dogs

Possibly love and deepspace

(may be a little out of character as I don’t know much about the characters)

[stressed-and-fluff-obsessed]

Hey y’all I’m updating my request list! I’ll still have the ones I said:

TBHK

Black Clover

KNY

BNHA/ MHA

But I’m updating the request list! I’ll be taking requests for JJK and HXH now as well so if you have requests for those please send em in! :3

[starrydaycare]

Can you do a lee pomni fic plss with ler ragatha or a pt 2 of the jax fic! Love ur work! Drink plenty of water and rest! <33

Yeah, I can! Though my apologies if Ragatha is OOC, I haven't written her before. Enjoy!

⭐Nsfw, ect, DNI!

The Sleepover, Lee!Pomni and Ler!Ragatha, 1168 words.

Ragatha, for once, was very excited! Usually, excitement only came for new circus members, but that was always alongside worry and concern for them. Pure excitement? Rare in their digital home, even for the “happier” people, the ones who accepted their fate, and trued their best to help everyone else. By ones, I mean Ragatha. Ragatha made sure to always help the newer folks to the digital circus, showing them around and making sure they’re not alone.

She remembers when she was new. She felt alone and scared. Confused as to where she was; 𝘸𝘩𝘺 she was suddenly in some crazy circus, why she couldn’t remember her own name. Kinger helped her to feel less alone, to feel happier in her new home. Kinger.... She was ever grateful for him. He helped her more than one could imagine, even if sometimes he didn’t remember.

But! That’s another conversation for another time. She was excited, as said before. Why, you may ask? Well, it all started about a week ago, when a recent addition to their digital circus appeared. She had been scared and confused; focused on leaving and nothing more. Of course, this posed as an issue, as they couldn’t leave. It was simply impossible! Once you enter, you can never exit. It’s a hard thing for people to accept, but it’s a fact regardless–and a true one at that.

Ragatha was right beside her the second she appeared, helping her adjust to her new life. At first, she was untrusting. Which was valid; a new, strange place with new, strange people. But Ragatha carried on, continuing to help the new member–Pomni, was her name–adjust and accept.

Sooner or later, the jester came around. It was definitely a slow process, and she still wasn’t fully adjusted yet. Ragatha could understand that, recalling when she was in Pomni’s shoes, scared and confused.

But she had made good progress! The jester had begun communicating with the other humans trapped in the circus, far more trusting than before. Of course, she didn’t trust Jax. Which was valid, very, very valid. Ragatha 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 didn’t fully trust Jax. And she had been there for a long time! Ragatha knew there had to be more to Jax. She saw the momentary longing looks, which were quickly covered up with looks of disinterest and a lack of care. She saw it all, even if Jax didn’t want her to see them. She still did; but if Pomni didn’t trust Jax, despite whatever’s beneath his rude and unkind act, she couldn’t help that.

But this wasn’t about Jax, this was about her and Pomni! Their relationship had been getting stronger and stronger throughout the week, and only continued to strengthen! One day, Ragatha wished to be close friends with the jester. And maybe that day would be soon, as she had managed to convince Pomni to sleepover in her room that night. That’s right, a sleepover of sorts! Ragatha had a nice room, as did the other humans trapped there. A nice, comfy bed, a good-sized TV, everything. So, it was a great room for sleepovers! Ragatha had it all planned out. They could maybe watch a movie or two, eat some snacks, play some games, then go to sleep. She hoped it’d go well! She wanted Pomni to feel welcomed, and whereas she believed that she was doing a good job at that so far, she wasn’t completely sure.

The day continued on, Ragatha’s excitement not dimming for even a moment. Today was one of the rare days of rest they got, so no wacky, life-threatening, possibly traumatizing adventures until tomorrow! Which was fine, perfect, actually. It gave her time to prepare for her guest.

She set up blankets and pillows in front of the TV, various games and DVDs stacked nearby, making for the perfect sleepover activity area. She popped some popcorn, sprinkling in some candies for fun, and grabbed them both sodas of various flavors. By the time she was done preparing, a knock at her door sounded. “Oh! Come in!” Ragatha welcomed, watching as the door handle turned and the door opened, revealing Pomni. Pomni awkwardly waved, speaking a small “Hi” along with the action. “Oh hey, Pomni! Come on in! I was just getting ready for our sleepover.” Ragatha welcomed, waving Pomni into the room.

Pomni Stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. She went over to Ragatha, hesitantly sitting down beside her. “So... What’re we doing?” She asked. “Oh! Well, I thought that we could play some games, watch some movies... Anything, really.” She explained, looking at the jester with a soft smile. “Alright...” Pomni said.

They started the night off with a game of Mario Kart (Ragatha is surprisingly good at it; she won most of the rounds), then played Wii bowling (Pomni beat Ragatha in that one), after that they played Mario Party 8, and you get the point. At some point, they moved onto board games, playing various card games. The night had been going well!

Then, something happened. Pomni had beaten Ragatha in Uno, throwing her hands up and cheering. The jester had become more comfortable in Ragatha’s presence, it seemed, and Ragatha jokingly poked her in the side. Well, what Ragatha 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 expect, was the squeal that left the jester’s lips. Immediately, Pomni put her arms down, pinning them to her sides as she squealed. At first, Ragatha was filled with confusion. But her mind quickly put the pieces together, a knowing smirk reaching her lips. “Ohhh, Pomni!” She teased, Pomni looking at her with a worried yet obviously happy smile, her body shaking with withheld laughter. “Whahat..?” the jester questioned, a laugh in her voice. “Why’re you laughing, huh?” Ragatha asked, despite knowing the answer. This just caused Pomni to giggle more.

“Nohoho reheasehehn...” she said, hugging herself. Ragatha scooted closer to the jester, poking her side again, forcing another giggle out of Pomni. “You wouldn’t, by chance, be ticklish?” Ragatha asked, laughter falling from Pomni. “Nnuhuhuh-uhhuh...” She lied, her lies turning to loud squeals and laughter as Ragatha began skittering her fingers along the back of her neck. The jester scrunched up her shoulders, laughing. “HAHAHNNOHOHOHO!” She howled with laughter, pleading for something. For what? She had not a clue. “No? No, what?” Ragatha asked with a tilt of her head, a soft, teasing smile on her face. “HHHEHHAHHAHHNNNHOHHAHHA-“ Laughter continued to spill from Pomni’s mouth, the jester falling back and squirming. She squeezed her eyes shut, tears of laughter forming at her eyes as Ragatha used her other hand to begin spidering along her stomach.

“HAHHAH RAGAHAAAHAHTHAAHAHA!!” she all but screamed, wiggling. “What??” Ragatha questioned innocently. Pomni only replied with more laughter, words incomprehensible.

They went on like this for a while, Ragatha tickling the jester in various places, forcing laughter from her. Eventually she stopped, making sure Pomni was okay. Pomni giggled one last time, nodding.

And so their sleepover continued, moving onto the sleep part of it all...

[chaoticklesblog]

Tickle Fic Blog of Fluff and Whatnot:

Hey everyone!! I’m Chaos. I’m 23F and enjoy reading and writing fluffy fanfics. (More specifically, SFW tickle fics). I also am an enjoyer of tickling irl as well. I’m somewhat of a switch and frequently can be found instigating tickle fights with my husband (who likely won’t admit this, but he’s very ticklish himself). It’s likely I’ll also post stories/memories of one of us tickling the other in the future. Because boy, are there LOTS of them.

This is my new blog for posting fics and reblogging other fics I quite enjoy as well as well as other fluffy, schmarmy content. (My other older accounts will NOT be used).

Anywho, I like to write fluffy fanfics (when I can, please understand I also work full time and cannot devote every ounce of free time I have to writing as much as I wish that I could).

Feel free to send fic requests with the following stipulations:

No NSFW requests, PERIOD.

Bear in mind that I am an adult, and this is my blog. I will post what I enjoy and will use language that is typically PG13 and occasionally R-Rated. If that makes you uncomfortable, you can unfollow or block as you wish.

This is a safe space for all. Hate/bullying/racism/homophobia/transphobia have absolutely no place here. Hate of any kind will NOT be tolerated in any capacity.

Headcannons and fic requests are OPEN:

**PLEASE CONSIDER THE FOLOWING LISTS OF FANDOMS I WILL WRITE FOR**

ATLA

MCU/Spiderman

The Umbrella Academy

Scream

Supernatural

Harry Potter

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Brooklyn 99

Shameless

Disney

*Please feel free to send prompts and requests even if you don't see a particular Fandom listed. I reserve the right to reject requests based on the Fandom, request, or time I have to write for any reason.*

[rachi-roo]

Opening requests again! I won't be taking any tickle requests for BSD, but if someone requests some whump, since it's Halloween, I'll consider it!

Other than that, any other fandom is good to go on the tiggles! Though after my last fic, I am feeling whumpy 👀

[tickly-giggles]

This could be interesting. I want some practice with writing and stuff, so I'm opening fic requests up for my boys if anyone's interested ^^

Here are their bios if you wanna get an idea for how they'd interact. I still needa write their story TwT;;

[chaoticklefics]

I’ve been on call for work and will be until Friday (demonic shrieking intensifies) so if you don’t hear much from me, that’s probably why.

I’ve been watching lots of ATLA and Helluva Boss and have let’s just say that tickle head cannons have been percolating. I’d love to do some stuff here soon but unfortunately, work takes priority… for now…

[xolliwritez]

hello everyone!! i'm officially opening my requests, super exciting!! if you'd like to send in asks, go ahead! i write for: demon slayer, genshin, pjsekai, spy x family and more! (*´▽`*)♡

[thebestandworstdayofjune]

desperate people find faith

summary: your first mission ends with you in Jean's lab and a very worried Logan who's had trouble leaving your side wc: 2.0k a/n: thank you thank you so much for all of your very positive feedback on the previous fics with these two!!! I am really looking forward to writing more for them, so please feel free to send any requests for them my way, or Logan requests in general! And yes, the title is from a Taylor Swift song again. Lots of hurt/comfort in this one, talks of mushy gushy feelings, very worried Logan find the previous part here! all empath!reader fics here!

You took the cold table underneath you as a sign that something had gone wrong. You peaked one eye open before quickly squeezing it closed, the bright florescent lights too much to handle. You took a beat, trying to make sense of your surroundings. 

You remembered the jet landing in what seemed like the middle of nowhere, you and Jean searching an abandoned building looking for the young mutant that Charles had promised would be there and coming up empty. The two of you had made your way back to the jet and.. shit. The kid had freaked, and you distinctly remember taking enough damage to warrant a swift retreat back to the school. You must be downstairs, in Jean’s lab. It’s probably a bad sign that the first thing you worry about how much shit Logan is going to give you for this. 

You reached out with your power, too cautious of the lights (and the judgment of the rest of the team) to look with your eyes. A few people were mildly worried just across the room, but it was hard not to be distracted by the huge amounts of anger and exhaustion on your left. You debated facing him head on, being a grown up about it and fessing up to the fact that you were wrong. Thankfully, you could be immature when the situation called for it. You attempted to even out your breathing and smooth out the crease between your eyebrows, anything that could give you away. 

“Sweetheart?” Logan’s voice is so much softer than you were expecting, based on the waves of pure fury currently radiating off of him. 

You shush him, blinking one eye open. “I’m sleeping.” You whisper, letting your eye fall shut again. 

You felt his hand gently brush over the top of your head. His voice is closer, air tickling your ear as he leans down beside you. “Been sleeping for three days, bub. Need you to wake up now.” 

You turn your head to the side and are treated to Logan dropping a small kiss on your forehead. You can’t help but smile at the affection, eyes half open against the bright lights. After a few moments, they dim. Jean takes her place on the other side of the table, lab coat on and stethoscope in hand. You expected her to shoo Logan away in the name of a more thorough analysis but she doesn’t even attempt it. 

Logan’s hand finds your own, gripping tight enough to be just short of uncomfortable. Jean makes quick work of taking your diagnostics, and gently informs you that besides feeling fatigued, you are just fine. 

That can’t be right. 

You know that you caught the brunt of the impact, it was beginning to come back to you. The young mutant had lashed out, and before you’d had the chance to get close, he’d sent a car flying towards you and Jean. She’d managed to counteract it with her own mutation, firmly shoving you out of the way. But she hadn’t been fast enough to catch the small metal spikes he’d also thrown. There was no way you should be ‘just fine’ by now. 

Either Jean was in your head or the confusion was showing clearly on your face. She gave you a tight smile, eyes darting between you and the door. She took a few steps back, clearly intent of making her exit. “Jean, wait, there’s no way-”

She gave you her please stop talking smile. “I think it’s best if this comes from him,” she nodded at Logan, placing her stethoscope and clipboard on the side table. “I’ll be back in a bit to do one final check before we clear you.” She gives you another smile that didn’t meet her eyes, and then she was gone. 

You began to sit up slowly, still in shock that there was little to no pain, only stiffness from being immobile for too long. “What is she talking about?” Logan huffed, supporting you with a hand on your back. “What’s going on?” 

One hand made long, slow strokes up and down your spine, while the other had not loosened it’s grip on your own since you’d woken up. His eyebrows were scrunched together, the tell tale sign of his thinking face. You tried your best not to rush him, but everything about the situation was so confusing and your mind was racing. You were far too healed, and he was being far too calm for the anger that was rolling off go him, still. 

“Didn’t expect me to just sit around when you came back one foot in the grave, did ya?” 

“I’m sorry if me coming back banged up gave you extra work, I just don’t understand why you’re so upset with me.” 

His eyes went wide, the hand on your back stilling. “I’m not mad at you, sweetheart.” The tremble in his voice almost had you convinced. 

“Don’t lie to me about it,” you help up your hand, still firmly entwined with his. “I can tell.” 

“I’m notmad at you, bub.” He brought the back of your hand to his lips, peppering it with kisses. “I’m mad at the little fuck who did this to you, I’m mad that they let this happen, and I’m furious with myself that I wasn’t there.” 

“He’s just a kid, Logan.” 

His shoulders shook with silent laughter, a stark white dancing at the edge of his emotions now. Shock. “You almost died, and your first instinct is to defend the little asshole responsible.” 

You leaned forward, bumping your shoulder against his chest in warning. “I feel fine.” He nodded, taking a deep breath in through his nose while his hand not currently locked with yours resumed it’s path up and down your back. You let it go on for a few moments, appreciating the silence and the grounding effect of his touch. “Do you… wanna fill me in on why exactly that is?” 

He sucked in a breath, shoulders visibly tense. “We were lucky that Hank was stopping by for a visit.” He played with your fingers, distracting himself. You tilted your head to the side, wondering why that information was important at a time like this. “When they brought you in, god there was so much blood. Jean managed to take care of a lot of it, but she didn’t know when, or uh, if you were going to wake up.” He blew out a breath, steadying himself. “You know that Hank has been asking for a long time-”

Both of your hands gripped his tightly. “Tell me you didn’t.” 

Hank had been asking for ages to use some of Logan’s blood to synthesize a more advanced healing serum for the X-Men. It was rare they came back with more than bumps and bruises, but he was a worrier and felt that Logan was the key to making something truly effective. The only problem? Logan hated needles. You’d only gotten bits and pieces from him about why, but you had a hunch that when you were alive for as long as he had been, people were willing to poke and prod for some answers. He’d never admit it, but you had felt how terrified he was the last time he’d been down hard after a mission, and Jean had tried to give him an IV of fluids to speed up the regeneration. It hadn’t ended well, to say the least. 

“I should’ve done it sooner. Seeing you like this, knowing I could have done something about it.” He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. 

Cautiously, you fit yourself against him, arms tight around his neck and your chest flush with his own. You half expected him to reprimand you, to remind you that you should be careful, not to move too much. Instead, he held you tightly, the side of his face pressed against the top of your head. The two of you stayed like that for a good long while, reveling in the comfort of the other. 

“I know you think that you only did it because,” you paused, steeling yourself. “Because it was me.” You can feel him trying to pull away, but you mold yourself to him even more tightly, knowing that if he really wanted to he could break away from you like it was nothing. “You’re wrong. You would have done this for anyone.” 

“Except for-”

“Even for Scott.” You were quick to cut him off, unwilling to hear him being so harsh on himself.

You pulled back, just enough so that you were able to meet his eyes. You needed him to know that you are being earnest. “You are a good man, Logan. And before you even try to deny it or say I’m lying I know you can hear my heart beat. And I know you can tell when people are lying. And besides, I’ve never ever lied to you, have I?” He shakes his head slowly, one tear falling, and a few more after that. You reached up, brushing them away. He grabbed your hand, gently placing a kiss on your wrist, and then your palm. 

“Y’scared me, sweetheart.” He murmured, voice muffled by your palm still against his lips. “Don’t ever do that again.” 

You slide your hand to cup the side of his face, prompting him to meet your gaze. “You know I can’t guarantee that.” His eyes closed for a moment, and you knew he was doing his best not to shout. “I will always be careful, but I can’t stay back and leave the work to everyone else. If I can help, I’m gonna help.” 

His eyes narrowed, the tiniest hint of a smirk playing at his lips. “Fine. But we’re getting you trained up and you aren’t going out there without me again for a good long while.” 

You rolled your eyes, the both of you well aware there was no ill will behind it. “If you insist.” 

“I absolutely do.” He pulled you back into his chest, keeping you there until Jean peaked her head in through the door. 

“If you two are done being mushy, there are a few people who have been dying to see you.” 

Ororo rushed into the room, playfully shoving Logan away to scoop you into her arms. She gently checked you over, ignoring the fact that you’d already had several medical professionals on the case. Scott clasped you on the shoulder, reassuring you that for a first mission, this was a success. You laughed before shooting Logan a look that begged him to let it pass. He huffed, but nodded all the same. 

“Shocked we didn't have to keep him from trying to tear the kid apart, but he refused to leave the lab.” Scott nodded his head at Logan, who was continuing to shuffle closer to the table where you sat. 

Well, you would be dutifully ignoring the latter half of Scott's quip, instead choosing to focus on the young mutant. “You mean he's?” 

Scott smiled, nodding. “He’s settling in upstairs.” 

You grinned, glad to know that it hadn’t all been for nothing. You fixed your gaze on Logan, narrowing your eyes at him. “Don’t even think about failing him out of history as some kind of weird revenge, I’ll know and I will find a way to get back at you for it.” 

Your friends laughed around you, let you know that Charles has ordered in your favorite take out for dinner and started to filter out of the room. Eventually, you and Logan are left alone again, sitting side by side on the metal table. 

“You still owe me an important conversation, ya know.” You bump your shoulder against his. You stay there, pressed against his side with your head leaning on his shoulders. His hand rests on your shoulder, holding you close. 

“Maybe wait until you aren’t in a hospital gown, sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes, clearly aware that he was deflecting, but still content to take in his warmth and quiet support. You were safe, and you were home. Not just at school, but with him.

[titters-and-tingles]

Hi! I'm currently taking writing requests for short (200~ w) (sfw) tickling snippets for the following fandoms:

Gravity Falls

The Adventure Zone: Balance

Hazbin Hotel

Lego Monkie Kid

If it's not one of these, you can still send me the request, and I might give it a shot!

Send the requests by ask ^u^

[kusuguricafe]

request time extended!

I was going to close requests at the end of may, but since I haven't received any yet, I think I'll leave them open for another month or two! I'll close them again at the end of june or mid-july, depending on how many I get

[peachesofteal]

Through Me (The Flood) - secret baby fic Simon Riley / female reader - warnings: Simon’s past, PTSD request(s): a first, some hard truths

Simon is a professional at quiet.

It's ingrained in him, a piece of his brain rewired from training to make his mass nearly invisible, depending on silence to stay alive.

Sometimes, he thinks he should make more of an effort to make noise at home. He should drag his heel, just barely, enough for a scuff or imbalance of his weight, to make a floorboard creak or groan. He should open doors in a rush, allowing locks and jams to click and clack, alerting whoever is on the other side to his presence.

But if he did, he wouldn't be able to do this, wouldn't be able to stand just outside Orion's room and watch you play peek-a-boo with him, hiding your face with your hands and then sliding them open, smiling so wide it makes his heart skip a beat.

"Where did he go?" You laugh from behind your palms, and reach down to tickle his belly, giggling. "There he is!" Ry is on a changing pad, on the floor (too big now for the changing table) naked except for a fresh nappy, beaming up at you like you're everything.

He and his son are in love with the same woman, he's afraid.

"Where did he go?" You make a show of looking for him, hiding behind your hands, unable to see the way Orion's eyes widen and dart around, clearly seeking your eye contact, before you squeal "there he is!" again and match him smile for smile.

He leans against the door frame, fully aware you still have no idea he's there, and pulls out his phone, desperate to immortalize as many moments as he can, filling his camera roll with pictures and videos of you and the baby so he'll have something to cling to when he's torn away by the next op.

"Where's my baby? Where did he go?" You feign looking around, turning your head from left to right, finally catching Simon out of the corner of your eye, looking from him to the camera, still smiling, sun shining across your face from the window. He smiles back, he can't help it. Once a foreign feeling on his face, now feels so natural when it comes to you. Orion kicks his feet impatiently, and you turn back with a gasp. "There he is!" You tickle him, again, and this time, when you giggle, he does too.

Your mouth drops open in shock, and you look at Simon wide eyed. "Oh my god. Did you hear that?" He practically drops his phone and goes to his knees at your side as you lean forward and blow a raspberry on the baby's belly, Orion giggling the whole time.

It hits him like a truck. He feels faint. The floor is uneven. His baby is laughing. The world tilts, and for the thousandth time since he ran into you on the sidewalk, everything looks different. He blinks back the burn behind his eyes as you pull Orion to your chest, kissing his cheek, cupping the back of his head.

"Say, daddy did you hear me? Did you hear me laughing?" You use a smaller voice, one trying to imitate a baby's, peals of bells ringing inside his head. He wraps an arm around you, pressing a kiss to Orion's head, breathing him in, and you lay your head against his chest with a thunk and a sigh. "I can't believe that just happened."

"I know." Orion gazes up at the two of you, eyes flicking back and forth, and you slide your fingers through his wispy hair. The lump in his throat dissipates, and he kisses your forehead. "Thank you." Thank you for this. For everything. For giving him a chance to have a family, for giving him a chance to show his son what a healthy home looks like, what love looks like. For it all.

Your draw back, finding him open and vulnerable, soft parts on display, unguarded. Your free hand cups his cheek, just as he's done countless of times to you. "For what?"

"For giving me everything."

Later, he’s on his back, lazily watching you in the bathroom from your bed as you brush your teeth and talk to your sister.

It’s been a week since you asked him to stay, since he held you through the night, and he’s hardly been back to his short term rental since.

You asked him about it, a few nights ago. Asked how close he lived, since he was back and forth so often, or if he had been making a trek. Wondered how never found him, if he was in the area. The guilt was rife on your face, and anxious to alleviate it, he told you the truth.

“Got a short term flat down the street after I ran into you. Wanted to be close.” You jerk back in his grasp, unbelieving. “My… friend, a bloke I work with, lives in this neighborhood. That’s how I ended up at the bar that night. Sometimes I would crash at his place.”

“You rented a place, to be close to us?”

“Of course I did, mama. Y’really think I was just going to leave you here all alone?”

“I miss her.” You roll into bed from your knee, and he hooks an arm over your waist to tug you into his chest, closing the gap. There’s something soothing about covering the back of your head, your skull, with his palm, fingers splayed in every direction like he’s holding a ball.

He tells himself it’s not because of the dreams. The ones he has where he finds you dead face down in a scarlet red puddle, shot execution style, and Orion missing. Certainly not.

“Who?”

“My little sister.” You snuggle closer, nose to his neck, and he closes his eyes, reveling in each second, counting them slowly.

“Where is she?” You sigh.

“Seville.” Spain? “I used to live there, and she visited once. Fell in love with it. It’s where she goes for school.”

“You lived in Spain?” You nod, sleepily. Feeding Orion always wrings you out, and it was the last thing you did before getting ready for bed.

"Yeah, I used to kind of, float around. Lived in Venezuela briefly too, once. Morocco, Cameroon, Berlin-" Your name is a shredded ribbon from his lips, confused and curious, wrapped up into a jumble of syllables.

“For… fun?”

"I got antsy after uni. Didn't want to just stick around where I grew up, I wanted to do stuff. See stuff. So, I kind of... took off." Of course you did. You might be a kitten, but you're still curious, smart. Bright eyed and enchanted by the world. You probably had a wonderful time running around across the globe. "I'd like to take Orion traveling, you know? Make sure he sees the world, or some of it at least. I'm trying to believe you can still experience life even though you have a baby. Like you can experience life... with your child, right?" His jaw clenches so tight his ears pop. You had big, beautiful wings-

how was he going to clip them?

“Simon?” His name brings him back to earth, to where you're curled up in his arms, warm and soft and safe. He sighs. The conversation looms like a reaper over him, a big, ugly storm brewing on the horizon.

"Let's talk about the travel for when he can at least eat solid food, alright?" The placation burns like acid in his stomach, and you press a kiss to his neck.

“Alright.” He takes a very deep breath.

“But… we do need to talk about something, mama.” Your brow furrows.

“Talk about what?” He doesn’t like the way his heart feels in his chest, a rock sinking to his stomach.

“There’s a lot… you don’t know, honey. A lot about me, and my job.” You stay loose, but pull away to get a better look at him in the glow your bedside table.

“Okay…” It’s meant to prompt him, to lead him to the next step, the one where he starts talking, but the words are frozen in his throat. “Hey,” you dip into his line of sight. “Simon. What is it?” The truth starts to burn. It smolders until it becomes a full flame, spilling out of his mouth, scorching everything in his path. You.

“My family was killed because of me.” You jerk away like he’s slapped you, eyes wide.

“W-what?” Your voice shakes, and he doesn’t blame you.

“My mother, my brother, his son and his wife, they… they died. Because of me.”

“I don’t understand.” Of course you don’t. Why would you?

“It… it doesn’t make sense to start from the middle, so I’d like to tell you… about my life, and my… experiences, if you’re open to listening.” He wanted to hold you for this, wanted to feel your pulse beating beneath his thumb, but you’ve created physical distance, and he doesn’t want to push you. He has to believe he won’t lose you. He doesn’t even want to think about what he might do if you tried to leave. “Please.” His voice cracks, and you nod, timidly.

“Okay, Simon.”

At the end of it all, you’re silent. Shell shocked. Sitting up in bed, sheets pooled around your waist, you stare him, your breathing short and staccato. He reaches for you, trying to bring you comfort, trying to pull you into himself where you would be safe, and loved and held, but Orion starts to cry, fussy, hungry sharp wail piercing the silence, and you tumble out of bed for the door-

leaving him alone in the dark.

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In my draft is a fic that I'll eventually get around to writing/posting. It's about Adam respawning in hell and transitioning from his angelic form to his demonic form. As a result, his wings begin to molt and Lucifer decides to "help" him in this very ticklish process. As always, prompts and asks are open. :) Feel free to request fics, hc's etc.

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Yay! Requests are open!!! Can I get a smutty Eddie fic, where the reader is pregnant and they have sex, and it ends up inducing her labor. I feel like after the initial panic of "it's happening! it's happening!" Eddie would be so smug about it lol

I love this. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

No idea how the process of labor is so this might be very unrealistic

⚠️smut, daddy and momma nicknames

A bit of daddy's help

Y/N had been pregnant for a very long nine months. Her belly was huge and she could barely move around. At first she loved being pregnant, but now she wanted that baby out.

Eddie loved her pregnant glow, and he didn't want it to end. He loved helping her and being right beside her. He adored that she was growing their baby and he was happy it was with her.

He did feel bad for her. He knew how much it tore her body down, and how tired it made her. He did his best help. He rubbed her feet, he helped her walk, and he'd hold her stomach just to give her some relief. He'd do anything she asked.

~~~

"Still no baby," she grumbled as she wobbled out of the bathroom. "Spicy food? No go."

Eddie sat on the bed, with a sad smile.

"I'm sorry, baby." He said, she made her way on the bed. He held the blanket up as she slid in.

She sighed tiredly as the small movement sucked all the energy out of her. Eddie softly rubbed her stomach as he tried to soothe her.

"He'll come when he's ready" he said but her eyes snapped to him with a glare.

"He's on my time and I want him out now!" She growled.

Eddie tried to bite back his smile as he looked at her annoyed face.

"I know," he said, he leaned in and pecked her lips softly. He continued to rub her stomach, watching as her breathing calmed. "Was there anything else to try?" He asked. They have been through most of the list the doctor gave them but he wasn't sure what was left.

"There's one more thing," she said as she smiled. Her hand rested on top of his that was on her stomach.

"what's that?" Eddie asked

"Sex"

Eddie felt like his prayers were answered. A huge smile broke across his face.

"On it"

She laughed as he immediately stripped off his shirt. His tattooed chest came into sight as she felt herself already getting warm.

He leaned back down and held her face as he softly pressed his lips against hers. The kiss started sweet and gentle, but it didn't last long. Her hands were in his hair as he deepened the kiss. He kept one hand on her face as he slipped his tongue inside of her mouth. She moaned as she felt his tongue working against hers. He let his other hand wander down her body, slipping underneath her night tank top as he rubbed her belly.

The more he touched her, the more the kiss got hungry. Eddie having a huge pregnancy kink wasn't a shock to either of them. He waited years to fuck her without a condom, to fill her up with his cum. He craved to watch her belly grow and knowing it tied them together for life. He loved that anyone would see her on the street and know she was owned.

He pulled away for a few seconds before he kissed her again. Her left hand worked down his neck and down his back. He shivered as he felt her wedding ring tickle his skin, a reminder she was his for life.

He moaned as her tongue took charge of the kiss, and her right hand yanked on his hair as she pulled away.

"Ready to show me what you got, Daddy?" she purred

Eddie shivered at the name, his cock twitching in his boxers.

"Did you forget I'm the one responsible for the noise complaints? For filling you up so fucking good you got pregnant?" He challenged, a smirk on his face as he felt her body shudder.

He took his time to strip off her clothes. Removing her tank top and groaning at the sight of her swollen breasts and nipples. He reached forward, gently kissing the skin and flicking her nipples with his tongue. She moaned at the feeling, her hands in his hair. He moved down to her stomach, his big hands rubbing her bump as he kissed all around.

He didn't stay there long, removing his lips to strip the rest of her clothes, her hands losing the grip of his hair. He softly trailed up her legs, teasing her as he made it up to her thighs. He slowly trailed down her shorts. He enjoyed how she whimpered as she grew impatient. Then he tugged down her underwear, smiling at the sight of her puffy cunt.

"Gorgeous," he pissed as his lips softly kissed her clit. She jolted and her hands went back to his hair.

He didn't spend too much time between her legs. He knew both of them were so turned on that foreplay wasn't needed. But he still had to have a little taste. His mouth sucked on her clit as his fingers slipped inside of her.

Her head was thrown back as his skilled tongue and fingers worked together. She gripped at his hair and wanted to lift her hips but her body was too heavy. He made the most of it, his head twisting back and forth as he let his tongue touch everywhere.

She panted when he came back up for air. His chin soaked in her wetness, she clawed at his chest from the sight. He wiped his mouth and slammed his lips against hers, his fingers slipping out of her.

"Ready?" He breathed out, his body on top of her as he panted. His brown eyes look into hers for an honest answer.

"Yes," she said without a beat.

Eddie smiled and took off his boxers, lazily tossing them anywhere. He helped her turn on her side, then he went behind her. His lips were on her neck as he lifted her leg and placed it over his hip.

He listened to her sounds as he trailed his hand down and rubbed her swollen clit, she was so sensitive that she felt everything intensely. He rubbed her clit then slipped his pulsing cock inside of her.

He let out a loud moan as he continued to slip inside of her, her hands gripped the pillows as he sat fully inside of her. He was slow and soft at first, making sure she was comfortable. His left hand was under her head and his right played with her clit.

She loved feeling his hard chest against her back, the feeling of it slamming against her with each thrust. She could feel her eyes in the back of her head from feeling his hot breath against her neck. His growls and groans right into her ear.

"Love fucking you. Always feel so good wrapped around me," his words were hot in her ear as she shook. She whined at the compliments, her brain mush as she felt her body being taken care of in ways only her husband could.

"Just wanted Daddy's help to have a baby, huh?" He teased, he wished he had another hand available to rub her stomach. He was obsessed.

"Yes," she moaned, "yes, yes" her moans got louder as he went faster.

He could feel his heavy balls slamming against her. He didn't want to be too rough, clenching his jaw as he held himself back. This wasn't about him, it was to help her and help her have an orgasm.

"Need," she whimpered, her arm reaching back to touch him. She let her head wander until she felt his head. She gripped his hair as he growled louder.

"Need to cum?" He asked, his lips on her cheek

His fingers worked faster on her clit as she nodded. "Please,"

"Be daddy's good momma and cum all over me. Cum all over my fat cock,"

His words washed over like her orgasm. She felt that snap in her body as she gasped. The feeling went from head to toe as she came. Eddie fucked her through it, his fingers faster than ever against her clit as her leg shook on his hip.

When her moans turned to whines, he pulled his hand away. Softly thrusting inside of her, slowing down until his hips came to a full stop.

He slipped his soaked, still red and hard cock out of her.

"How was that?" Eddie panted as he moved her leg off of him and turned her on her back. His sweaty back against the mattress, he turned his head to look at her.

"Reminds me why I got pregnant in the first place," she laughed as she turned her head to look at him.

She squirmed as she took in his sweaty hair, his big smile with his perfect teeth, and the way his cheeks scrunched up. Her eyes moved down to his chest as it moved up and down quickly. Down his happy trail, following the line of hair, his dark curls and his thin hips peeked out from the sheet. The rest of his body was covered under the thin material.

"And that look reminds me why I got you pregnant," Eddie's chuckle turned into a moan as she turned her body and attached her lips to his neck.

"I don't feel anything, let's go again." She said against his skin

"Why don't we give it a second? We don't know how long it could take," Eddie explained through quiet groans as her hand began to travel down his chest. He could feel her cold wedding band against his hot skin, making him shiver.

He whined as she pulled her lips away, and her hand stopped right above his hard cock.

"I'm sorry. Are you saying you don't want to have sex again?" Her tone was accusing but she knew her husband. If sex was on the table, he was grabbing a chair.

"I just don't want to overdo it," he said softly

"Yeah I guess you're right," she sighed disappointed. She pulled herself away with a loud huff.

"We've been together for four years and married for one, and now you pick to listen to me?" Eddie asked in disbelief. "Come ride me, momma." He said with a smile as he tossed the sheet off of him.

She squealed with delight as she started to sit up, he helped her love gently and slowly. He eased her body on top of his, rubbing her thighs to soothe her as she got into the right position.

"I knew you wouldn't say no," she said with a smug smile, placing her hands on his hard chest.

"What's that saying?" he teased, his hot lips attaching to her neck. "Momma knows best?" she shuddered as he nipped at her skin.

He shuddered as she grabbed his cock, pumping it inside her hand before she lined his tip with her entrance.

His head fell against her chest as she sunk down on him, she took her hands off his chest. She leaned back and placed her palms on his thighs. The muscular and hairy skin underneath her hands.

He picked up his head as she softly began to move herself on top of him. He moved his left hand to hold her hip, softly encouraging her as she rolled her hips.

His right hand went straight for her bump. He softly rubbed her stomach as his eyes watched her body. Her eyes closed with bliss, the sweat on her hairline and the sweat that dripped down her chest.

Her body was a work of art and it always captivated him.

"So glad I married you," he smiled as he reached forward and cupped her face. Making her press her lips against him, her hands on his chest to balance. He felt her smile into the kiss.

He let her go back into her comfortable position, her hands back on his thighs. He clenched them as she gripped, her nails dug into the skin.

He reached forward and rubbed her clit.

The immediate touch was almost enough to make her cum. She panted hard as she lifted her hips as fast as she could to slam back down.

With a few more touches to her clit and Eddie bucking his hips up, had her cumming all over again.

But this time

She felt more than just cum soaking them, then he followed after. Moaning as he came inside of her.

"Is that?" Eddie asked, his eyes wide as he looked at the sheets.

"Stand me up!" She rushed out.

Eddie was quick to lift up her hips, his cum now adding to the mess below. He panicked as he slipped out from under her, he grabbed her hands and helped her off the bed.

As she stood, more liquid came out of her.

"It's happening!" She panicked, her eyes scared as she looked at her husband.

"Shh, it's okay! Let's get you dressed." He was quick to slip a shirt of his on her and some clean boxers.

He kissed her face, a big smile on his face.

"We're having a baby!" He said in awe

"NOT HERE! GET ME IN THE CAR!" she screamed.

He nodded and dressed himself as fast as he could. He grabbed all the bags and dropped them at the front door.

Then he grabbed her, helping her waddle to the car. He got her placed in the seat as a sharp pain went through her. She grabbed his hand and hissed through her teeth.

"Breath, baby, breathe," he said as he clenched his jaw. Her grip bruised his hand.

"I am BREATHING YOU BASTARD!"

"Where was that tone five minutes ago?" He teased, laughed at her glare, and kissed her nose. He ran back into the house and grabbed the bags.

Then he was off to the hospital

He reached over to let her hold his hand.

"I know you are terrified but I want you to know one thing," he said, his head turned to look at her.

She breathed as she looked over at him.

"I fucked you into labor," he said with a big smirk and wink sent her way.

"Oh shit, now that's all I'm gonna hear for the rest of my life." She said as she rolled her eyes.

~~~

"I can't believe you guys have a baby," Steve said softly as he looked at the small boy in Eddie's arms. Y/N slept in the bed beside them.

"I can't believe she allowed you to have sex with her," Robin laughed, her eyes on the little boy behind Steve

"Jealous?" Eddie snapped, a smirk on his face as she rolled her eyes.

"How did her water break? I want the whole story!" Nancy squealed excitedly.

The big smirk on Eddie's face got even more smug, which no one thought was possible.

"Well, we tried everything the doctor said, and the last thing on the list was all in my hands." The group looked at him confused as he continued to explain. "So, being the amazing husband I am. I turned her on her side and grabbed her left leg to put it on my hip. Then I slipped inside of her. Sweet and slow, she was so we-"

"WE GOT IT!" Dustin yelled as he covered his ears.

"You could have just said sex," Nancy said as she gagged.

"You wanted the whole story!" Eddie defended, "but the first time wasn't enough to induce the labor...or was enough for her." He gave a wink to Steve who rolled his eyes. "So we went at it again, like minutes later. She was all over me." Eddie bragged. "After her second orgasm, that was when she went into labor."

"Can't believe such a disgusting thing led to something beautiful," Dustin said, patiently waiting for his turn to hold the baby.

"Oh Dusty," Eddie laughed, "nothing about it was disgusting. Just you wait." Eddie said as he handed the baby off to Steve. Leaving his hands free to slam down on Dustin's shoulders.

"It'll be the best time of your life," he said as he walked over to her. He leaned down and kissed her forehead as she slept.

"You and him for the rest of my life."

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