#tummy did not cooperate

[ethersierra]

The McElroys make me SO happy. Like I know that's an obvious thing for a TAZ blog to say but they just bring so much joy ! Like the fuckin Mario playthrough or even just watching back on this one interview where Justin talks about a silly thing with his daughter. Just all the goofs and genuine heartfelt sort of nature make my day better all the time

[neobisexual]

had a very intense semi lucid dream last night where i was the daughter/acolyte of an insane cult leader/my dad who performed non consenual surgery on me and molested and raped me. it inspired me to start writing a lil sci fi novella but also to clean out my closet and find my vibrator cuz i was desperate for it after waking up lmfao

[gojos-version]

Consume me.

Pairings- Y/N x Mafia Au! Sukuna

Summary- You're the daughter of a famous mafia boss and your dad wants to cooperate with Sukuna and make a deal, you hate Sukuna. You’re about to make his life a living hell.

Warnings- y/n being bratty and a bad bitch, brat taming, unprotected sex, breeding, tummy bulge (per usual), masturbation, blood and death mentioned (not in detail or much)

Word count- 8k

Proof read- ✅

A/n- Omg this took me so long because ive been so busy and i knew it was gonna be such a long fic, but i hope this tickles your pickle :3 Have a lovely day and i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it <3

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Sukuna. That name brought fear to many people. He was a well-known Mafia boss, he lived by his rules, he didn't like something? It was fixed immediately. He doesn't like someone, or someone messes up? They’re dead. He’s a very fierce man and its risky that even right now your father wants to make a deal with him, to get more respect he says. 

Sukuna was the one person you had the least respect for, he was cruel and heartless, and you'd prefer to avoid him at all costs if you could. His face was covered in tattoos and so was the rest of his body, he had piercings and honestly he was intimidating. But… he also made you feel things you shouldn’t be feeling. Maybe it was the way he carried himself that you found attractive? You weren’t sure but you hate him. Your dad was a big mafia boss but not as big as Sukuna, his business was huge.

Knock knock.

Your head perks up from your book; “Yes?”, your dad’s assistant opens the door; “Your father requests to speak with you.”, “Alright I’ll be down.” With that she nods her head and closes the door. You sigh and twist your body to slide off your bed, slipping your slippers on you open the door and walk down the stairs to your dad’s office. You knock on the door and he shouts a ‘Come in!’ And you do, when you open the door you did not except to see a tall man with pink hair, tattoos and in a black suit sitting in front of your dad.

Sukuna?? Why the fuck was he here. Your heart drops and you swallow thickly, he shoots you a smirk that makes your blood boils. “What is it that you wanted, father?”, “Take a seat, I want to talk to you about a few things. Including our guest, don’t be rude, Y/n.”, “I don’t see why we have to discuss things in front of our guest. Wouldn’t that be unprofessional?” You cross your arms, leaning back on the door. “Oh don’t mind me.” Sukunas deep voice rings out and you glare at him, “Who said you were apart of this conversation?”, “Ohhoho! Quite the mouth on you!” He laughs, leaning back in his chair and your dad’s expression becomes stern, “Y/n. What did I say.”, your eye twitches with annoyance and you scoff; “I’d rather talk in private, dad.”

Your dad sighs in annoyance and Sukuna grins, laying back more in his chair. “Like I said, don’t mind me sweetheart.” You huff, “Let me guess, we’re working with Sukuna now?”, “Yes, so I hope you’ll be nice a- “, “Greatttttt!” You say with fake enthusiasm, and you see Sukuna's jaw clench. Ha. Y/n 1 Sukuna 0. You turn to walk out and freeze feeling a strong presence behind you and a large hand on your shoulder, “Listen brat, you don’t want to piss me off. If you keep provoking me, I can and I will destroy your father’s corporation. You don’t want that now do you?”, Sukuna's deep voice whispers into your ear and you shiver.

“Of course you would, you have no heart. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re a robot. You wouldn’t do shit to us.” You sneered back, yeah it was risky but how dare a man try to speak you down and threaten you? Excuse him?? Sukuna chuckles darkly, “A robot huh? Li- “, “Y/n apologize to our guest right now.” Your dad cuts Sukuna off (without knowing what he was saying), saying nothing you shrug off Sukuna's shoulder and open the door, shutting it harshly behind you and going back to your room.

You lay on your bed staring at the ceiling and sighing softly. You really hope Sukuna isn’t around much. You were hoping to avoid him as much as possible, any interaction with him made your blood boil and your thighs squish together. You hated him and you hated how he made your body tingle. You hated how turned on you got by his stupid face and how curious you were of him. You wanted more, you wanted to know more, why was he stoic? What’s really under that tough demeanor? That heartless man. Why was he heartless? You ached to know more but you couldn’t fucking stand him. You really didn’t like him. No matter what your body felt you really really didn’t like him.

Ding!

A text message? From who?

Dad <3 - Y/n, Sukuna will be around a lot, so you better behave and be nice. He’s doing good for us, I expect to hear that you apologized before tonight, no arguments.

You grunt and close your phone, turning to your side. Maybe you’ll go out tonight. Yeah. That's a good idea. You send a message to your group chat asking to hang out at a bar and before you know it they reply with a “Let’s get shitfaced girls!”, you chuckle and slide off your bed; to your wardrobe. You could be sexy, slutty or modest. You hum to yourself; it wouldn’t hurt to be a mix of sexy and slutty tonight. It’d be nice to get laid; especially after today. You decide on a dark red dress, it stopped mid-thigh and showed just the right amount of cleavage and hugged your curves juustt right. You slip on a black leather jacket, tights and black boots, opting for a red bag to balance it out. You do your hair and makeup and smile at the mirror. You felt good. You looked good.

As you open the door and walk down the steps you did not expect Sukuna to still be here. At the dining table??? You try to sneak past them; hoping they wouldn’t notice you. “And where might you be going?” A dark voice rings out. That annoying deep voice. That belonged to that stupid pink haired man with tattoos. “It’s none of your business I’m afraid.” You reply coolly, “Y/n. I told you to be nice.” Your dad scolds, “Dad, I’m going out.” Your dad glares at you and you simply walk off, tired of the conversation; you ignore the loud shouts of your name and sigh as you walk out the door. You drag your feet into your car, telling your driver where to take you.

You swallow thickly and bundle your skirt into your clenched hands, sighing in frustration. You pick your phone up to see your best friend; Shoko calling you. "Shoko! Hey girl.", "Y/n how far are you?? Please, Satoru's annoying me." She whines into the phone, and you bark out a laugh; "I just left. Dad was being difficult. I should be there very soon." You reassure her and she grumbles a 'Hurry up before I kill him' before hanging up.

You smile in contentment lean your head against the window; looking out in the distance while your driver takes you to the bar. You honestly thought it'd be just the 'girls' but it seems Satoru and Suguru weaved their way into yours, Shoko and Utahime's plans. more company the better honestly.

Before you know it, the cars stopped Infront of the club; "Miss do you want me to escort you?", your driver asks and you shake your head; "It's alright, I'll message you if I need anything and when I want to be picked up." Thats the last thing you say before sliding out of the car and feeling the cool air kiss your warm skin.

Ouch the weather wasn't as nice as you thought it was. You sling your bag over your shoulder and walk into the club, instantly the smell of sweat, lust and alcohol fill your senses. Yeah, you're definitely going to need a drink. As you walk towards the bar you instantly spot Shoko, Utahime and Satoru drunk off their minds dancing around and Suguru sitting on the bar and drinking.

"Long time no see." You greet sitting next to him, "You finally made it. These idiots got drunk so quickly.", "I can tell. How have you been though, Suguru?" You say as you order a drink, leaning your back against the counter and crossing a leg over the other having your elbows resting on the counter behind you.

"Not too bad, it's been hectic because works been stressful.", "Thats rough, work sucks." You sympathize; "How about you? Any life updates?" He asks laughing softly at the others dancing their asses off. Man, it was going to be a long night. "Terrible. My dad made a deal with Sukuna and for some reason he's around my house. a lot.", Suguru almost spits out his drink in surprise, "Shit what!? You're kidding.", "I wish I was. doesn't help he keeps talking to me too." You sip your drink, frowning at the memory.

"Doesn't... Sukuna like not talk to his client's kids or anything? Doesn't he just keep it strict and just talk to let's say just your dad in this situation. Usually, he stays at his own abode too." He ponders and your blood runs cold. wait. he's right. "Wait why would he be interested in me...? How the fuck do I get out of this mess? Shit Suguru what do I do." You panic and scull your drink.

"Don't worry, I think it's a good thing he's taken a liking to you. if he didn't, he'd probably would've killed you already." He reassures you and sigh. "I don't even want to be involved with him." Suguru nods his head in understanding, before he could respond though a drunk Shoko and Satoru run over to you; having finally noticed your arrival.

"You're here!!! Girl, I've missed you!!" Shoko exclaims, a bit too loudly for your liking and throws her arms around you; practically sitting on your lap. "Y/N!! Hi!!!!!!" Well. that makes both Satoru and Shoko smothering you. "Hey guys, kind of can't breathe right now with both of you squishing me." You laugh out but nevertheless hug them back.

"What tookkk you sooo loonnggg!" Satoru slurs out taking his drink from before and sculling the entire thing. "Girl shit." You respond, "You do not need to drink more." Suguru scolds taking the now empty glass away from him and Satoru pouts and complains in response.

"Giirrrllll any new news???? Any dick you're getting???" Shoko slurs in your ear; still over you. "I'll tell you when you're sober, girl", "NO tell me noooowwwwww", you sigh knowing she won't give up. "Dad made a deal with Sukuna." as soon as those words left your mouth she jumps back in shock and falls on the ground.

"Are you ok-", "NO WAY THE SUKUNA???", "Shhhh!!!" Thank God everyone was too drunk to give a shit. You help her up and drown another drink. you really want to get shitfaced tonight.

Few drinks later <3

You don't know when you started dancing with a random guy. you don't know who he is or what his name is. all you know is everything's blurry and dizzy and you're having the best time of your life. Your arms wrap around his neck and your lips are a bit too close to his. He slurs something drunkenly and you faintly make out the words must've been a 'you're so beautiful'. Your lips unconsciously lean towards his, both of you breathing heavily against each other. Before he can lean in and take your lips on his, a loud bang! fills your ears. wait. Where did his head go?

You look down at your clothes and they're covered in... blood...? What...? You freeze as everyone around you starts screaming and running out of the club, the guys now limp headless body falls at your feet, and you don't know how to react. when it all processes you feel adrenaline rush through your veins.

Where are your friends? You shakily walk towards the exit and see a familiar pink hair, tattooed tall man. Wait a minute... is that...? You blink a few times and he's gone. "Y/n!! Are you okay??" You feel Suguru's hand on your shoulder, you turn to him and see Shoko and Satoru hanging off him, Utahime was hanging off of Shoko.

You wordlessly nod your head and your drivers here? Didn't you say you'd text him when you're ready?? You open the door and motion for Suguru to put the others in the car, you help him put your friends in the backseats. You sit in the front seat next to your driver; "I didn't tell you to pick me up. But please take my friends to their houses." You manage to utter out.

He nods and the car starts going on its journey. You can't stop thinking that murder had to have been from Sukuna. but why? Why would he murder the guy you were dancing with. Why did he even care?? A "Miss, drink some water to sober up." Cuts you out of your thoughts. It was hard to focus on everything with how much alcohol you took in. But you drank as much water as you could. After drinking your water, you head rests against the head rest, and you shut your eyes briefly.

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You blearily blink your eyes open, trying to adjust to the sunlight pouring through your room. What time was it? How did you end up...in your bed...? Maybe your driver put you in your bed. You shrug it off and slowly sit up. Fuck your head hurt. You didn't have enough water in time. Your head was throbbing as you turned your head to look at your nightstand. Water and pain killers? I mean that's thoughtful, but no one really does that for you. then again you don't usually pass out in the car.

You took the painkillers and drank the water, putting your slippers on and robe as you slowly made your way towards the door. You just realized. someone was murdered in front of you yesterday. Wait when the fuck were you in your PJ's? And the blood from your face and body is gone??

Your heart races for a minute and you try to shrug it off as maybe you didn't remember getting changed or one of the female maids did it for you while you were sleeping. Right...? You open the door and slowly make your way down the steps towards the kitchen. Coffee. And water. Thats what you need right now. you fixed your hair and by the time you reached the bottom of the stairs; There was your dad and of course Sukuna. Sukuna. Why was he here?

"Mornin' Princess, Woke up late today, huh?" Ugh that stupid annoying deep voice. it fills your head, and you ignore him, walking past him and filling a cup of water, drowning it and filling it up again. "Y/n. I told you not to be ru-", "Nah its fine. She looks hungover.", "So that's where she went huh."

Come on brain. Remember. Right, Pink hair and tattoos and a dead guy. Yep. Common duo. "Sukuna, you did that last night, didn't you?" You deadpan, turning around and leaning your lower back against the counter, water in your hand, sipping and waiting for a response.

He looks shocked for a split second but covers it up quickly, "Oh? Where?" His head leans to the side giving you a look of 'I dare you to continue'. You smirk, walking closer to him. "The man you murdered at the club. Infront of me. What was that about, hm? Got jealous I gave someone else my attention and not you?" You dad stays silent, flabbergasted and oh Sukuna just glares at you.

"Why would I be jealous?", "You're not denying you murdered a guy at the club last night." You slam your hand down in front of him on the table and lean your face close to his, and your breasts right in his field of view. His eyes flicker from them to your face a few times, "You just happened to distract my target.", "Oh? I did a background check on the people at the club on my way there. He was a normal citizen." Your face gets closer to his and you're smirking, eyes narrowed as you egg him on.

Fuck does he look pissed off right now. But...there's another emotion you can see in his eyes, but you can't pinpoint it. Is it surprise? Intrigue? Lust? Who knows. You had him cornered both physically and mentally right now and he honestly had no option but to confess.

"Come on Ryomen. Give us the truth." You whisper in his ear, "You-" He seethes, and you cut him off by barking out a loud laugh, his hands were gripping the arm rests of his seat. How amusing. Without another word you trot off with a slight sway in your hips. You could feel his eyes burning holes in the back of your head while you did walk off.

Time skip <3

You're laying on your bed listening to music while writing in your diary, ranting about Sukuna and other random things. It's 9pm before you know it. Maybe you'll just stay in tonight and have a self-care day. yeah. that sounds pretty good. you shut your diary and shove it under your pillow, going to the bathroom and running a bath.

You get your necessities and sit on the sink while the bath fills up. What you didn't know however was that Sukuna went in your room, wanting to give you a rough talking to; to find you not in your room. He hums and looks around, taking it in. your pillow messily placed catches his eyes and he lifts it to see your diary.

His brows furrow as he opens the book. 'Maybe she writes stories or draws? Why do I even care.' As he flicks through it, he sees his name written. hm? What's this? A smirk makes way on his face as he takes your diary and leaves your room, making sure everything was as you left it.

You sink into the bath you set and shut your eyes at the warm sensation. what should you do about him? There's no way he has to be over this much for a business deal. Maybe you're overthinking it too much. You sigh softly and shut your eyes, enjoying your soak in the bath. Hopefully tomorrow you'll be given a job to do.

Time skip <3

Your eyes flutter open and it's still dark outside? You twist your body and slide off the bed, slipping your robe on and your slippers. 5:30am. Great. You walk towards the kitchen and notice someone…sitting? On the table with their feet up?? Who on earth was up at this time of night???? When you get a bit closer you notice the familiar pink hair and tattoos. Ugh. Why the hell was Sukuna here and awake at 5 in the damn morning. “Why are you here at 5 in the morning?” Your soft voice rings out making him look up from what he was reading. “Why are you up at 5 in the morning?” He sasses back and your eye twitches in frustration. “I live here, and you don’t. Why are you here at 5 in the morning, Sukuna.”, “Ouch back to Sukuna huh?” And oh, you wish you could wipe that stupid smirk off his stupid face.

“Answer the question.” You say with a blank expression and sit across him. He sits forward and puts the book next to him, leaning his chin on his palm. Why did that book look so familiar? “Because your dad needs me, so I decided I’ll be staying here a while.”, “What book are you reading?” You ask, your heart rate picking up because it looked a lot like your handwriting. No wonder why your pillow felt too comfortable. He stands up and makes his way behind your seat, leaning next to your left ear. “You think I’m so hot, huh? You even want me to dick you down, yet you act like you hate me.” His hand snakes slowly around your neck, applying some pressure and you gasp. “You want me to choke your pretty throat huh?” His hand snakes up to your chin and his thumb strokes your cheek.

“That was private.” You grumble out, panting softly. “Oh? Yet you’re such a little fucking slut. Thought you could fool me hm?” Your hand snaps out and grabs his wrist, pulling his hand away from your face. Still holding his wrist, you stand up and turn to face him, with your free hand you grip his face and mush his cheeks together. “You're too bold. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been watching me when you think I’m not watching. Or my used panties that have slowly been going missing. You’re not slick, Ryomen.” His eyes narrow and you laugh. “And you call me the slut. You’re the perv around here.”

He snarls and you walk away from him turning the coffee machine on. Your hands grip the counter when you feel his half hard cock push against your ass. “What are you- “, “Shut up. You’re such a fucking brat.” He pushes your head down and you grunt when your cheek makes contact with the cold counter. “C’mon doll you know you fuckin’ want me.” You smirk having an idea come into your head. Without saying anything you grind your ass against his clothed cock which is now hard and fuck you can feel how hard it is. You circle your hips, and he lets out a grunt in response.

You move your robe up exposing your now soaked panties, rubbing against his soaked pants for more friction. You wiggle your ass, teasing him. “Come on big boy. Do something, can’t leave a girl hanging now, can you?” You press harder against him and a breathy whimper escapes his lips. “You…” Fuck his voice sounds so raspy and you’re clenching around nothing. One of his hands shakily squeeze your ass and fuck right now you want him to fuck the living shit out of you. No. Y/n. You wanted him to be the one begging for you remember? You wanted him to be so down bad for you he’d go insane. Fuck this isn't good. You shiver slightly when your cunt makes a honeyed gush of wet arousal ruining your panties further. You feel his thick thumb run up and down on your clothed, soaked slit making goosebumps erupt all over you in response.

“Fuck…” he moans, “You’re so fucking soaked.”, and finally he removes his hand off your head. Both of his thumbs make contact with your slit through your panties and his thumbs sink into your hole, spreading you open through your panties and the moan he lets out? Worth it. You muffle your own moans behind your mouth with watery eyes. You stand up and pull away from him, grabbing his arms and pinning him to the counter. “What a naughty boy you are.” You tsk, “Already trying to fuck me before taking me to dinner? Chivalry is dead.”

You release his arms and grab a mug, pouring yourself coffee, desperately trying to distract yourself from how fucking wet you felt. You notice how he stays quiet, his eyes following your figure with every move you make. “What's got you so quiet, hm?”, You look over at him and notice a…blush? Covering his cheeks and ears? Now that was a rare sight. “I-uh- “He cuts himself off and storms off. What was that about?? You shrug it off and sit at the table. Of course, your diary was gone. Fuck your panties were clinging onto your soppy cunt. You quickly drown the rest of your coffee and head to your room.

You slip your now completely soaked panties off and grab your vibrator from under your bed, sitting on your bed you lay on your back and spread your legs; circling the toy up and down your leaking slit and clit, repeating the motion a few times. You slowly sink the toy into your needy cunt and line up the clit sucking part of the vibrator onto your clit. Turning it on makes you sigh in relief as the vibrations ease your neediness.

You moan softly as you move the bottom part of the vibrator in and out of your hole, your free hand fondling your tits, squeezing and pinching your hard nipples. Your legs shake as you get closer and closer to your impending orgasm, your moans increasing as you move the toy faster, the vibrations and the heat from the vibrator making your head roll back into your pillow. You gasp wildly as your walls clamp around it, making your body tingle. You felt the knot in your tummy tighten as you cum hard around it, your walls spasming around your vibrator. fuck. you never come this quickly.

Shit. You still felt so turned on. You continue thrusting the toy in and out of you making your toes curl. You needed more. You needed Sukuna. You needed him so deep inside of you. Focusing on your own pleasure you couldn't hear Sukuna fisting himself with his ear to your door, your used panties over his nose as he inhales your scent. Hs entire body felt like it was on fire, burning with need while he pumped his cock imagining it was your wet, sopping cunt instead. Shit he felt so close, his thighs and abbs tensing in response as he cums harshly all over his hand and arm, his free hand muffling his mouth to not let any pathetic noises escape. Sukuna doesn't come that quickly. Not usually. He breathes heavily listening to your wet squelches and moans through the door. He wanted you so badly it hurt so much.

You’re not sure how much times you’ve cummed now, but you have a feeling Sukuna’s behind your door. For a while now you’ve been making sure your sounds are extra loud for him. Your body aches as you pull your now dead vibrator out of you, with shaky legs you slip your robe on and go into your bathroom, washing it and running yourself a bath. You put your vibrator on charge, hiding it and opening your door. You find nothing there but a large wet spot. You laugh to yourself knowing he was cumming hard to your sounds.

You shut your door and shrug your robe off, lighting a candle and sinking into the bath as you think of what to do. It’s around 7:40am now. “Y/n! I’ve got a job for you today!” Your dad’s voice sounds out, “I’ll send you the details!”, “Okay!” You yell out and smile. Finally, some action around here.

Time skip <3

You just finished your job. It was easy honestly but it’s raining and your new gown you got for the job has bloodstains. Oh well. If it’s washed properly, it shouldn’t be a problem. You’re waiting for your driver to come but… it feels like he’s late. Or maybe you’re being impatient? Ring ring! Ring ring! You look down at your phone, a call from…Sukuna? Why him? You sigh and answer, “What do you want.”, “where are you? Give me your coordinates. Now.”, you send him your location; “Why? What’s wrong?”, “Enemies of mine are looking for you. Your dad’s safe with me. If your driver or car shows up do not enter the vehicle, if anything hide till I get to you.”, “What do you mean enemies? What the fucks going on, Ryomen?” You stop talking when you notice your car. Your drivers car. Pull up in front of you. You stand still, motionless waiting for their first move.

“Y/n? Fucking answer me!”, You hang up the phone call, with your free hand you slowly snake your hand behind you, going up your thigh and grabbing your gun and throwing knives. Adrenaline floods through your veins when the car honks its horn. Your driver never honks the horn at you. With a beat of silence your eyes focus on the guns in the back aiming at you. Fuck. If you’re not quick, you’ll end up dead in about 2 seconds. Your eyes flit to your bag on the ground next to you. Perfect. You drop your phone onto your bag and run, hiding behind the tree near the entrance, with a quick motion you aim and blow the tires of the car. These fuckers aren’t leaving here alive.

You grab your throwing knives and wait. The people in the car shooting wildly now have the windows broken, and perfectly open for you. Idiots. You smirk and throw 2 knives hitting both of the people in the front seat in the head, instantly killing them.

Fuck. Now probably like 4 people in the back. Great. How long is Sukuna going to take? You hide behind the tree. Why does your mind keep travelling back to him? Those stupid tattoos. Those stupid piercings and his stupid pink hair. That stupid smirk he always gives you. Your heart rate picks up, why can’t you focus? You try to force yourself to focus on the dire situation at hand right now but the way he pressed your cock against you this morning. His thick hands...shit.

Why are you thinking of Sukuna? Sukuna… Sukuna.. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna.

Time skip <3

Your eyes flutter open, taking in the familiar tattoos and pink hair. Sukuna. “Took you long enough.” His voice fills your head, and you blink confusedly at him. “Huh? What happened?”, you go to sit up, but he puts a hand to your chest and keeps you from moving. "I came as quick as I could. They didn't touch you. They've been dealt with so do not worry." Without saying anything, both your hands grip his face and pull him closer to you. "What are y-", "Why are you in my head so much. it's like you're possessing me. What do you want from me, Ryomen Sukuna. Why did you have to come into my life." Your nails dig into his cheeks. His eyes widen in shock and... confusion?

Before he could respond you're out cold and he's left to think about what you said.

A few weeks later <3

It's been a few weeks since you've seen Sukuna. You've asked your dad where he went, and he said he has his own business to do. You couldn't find him anywhere, not even on any tracker or through anyone. it's like he left without a trace.

It's cold tonight. You look out the balcony and ignore the chilling cold breeze. It was a nice night tonight. The sounds of the night and traffic fill your ears and head leaving you to your thoughts. Maybe he'll come back? Pink hair...stupid tattoos...

"Didn't miss me too much now did you?" That deep voice. That familiar deep voice sounds through your ears, and you turn around so quick you almost fell over. Pink hair. Stupid tattoos.

"Where have you been? It's been weeks. What were you doing?" You question, watching as he comes closer to you. He was so close to you that you could feel the heat radiating off his body. His hand makes contact with your cheek, cupping it softly. Being soft wasn't Sukuna's style. You look into his eyes and see him frowning in thought. Sukuna disappeared for a while ever since you said you can't get him off your mind and here he was out of no where. He had some time to himself to reflect and try to get his feelings in check back to being heartless and cold. That didn't work. He couldn't stand anymore time away from you.

"It was not my intention to worry you." He thumbs your bottom lip, making your heart speed up. He looked at you like you were the only person in the entire world. You notice his gaze fixed on your lips and your eyes can't help but flit to his plush lips too. Your hands come up and cup both of his cheeks, pulling him closer to you. "What were you doing? Why'd you leave without saying anything?", You demand. "Thought you hated me, princess.", "Shut up. "

The air around the two of you is thick, the both of you staring at each other's lips and heavy breathing, his hand on your cheek and both of yours cupping his face. Before you could blink Sukuna smashes his lips onto yours, his soft lips engulfing yours.

His tongue explores your mouth, shoving your tongue under his as he licks the cervices of your mouth, occasionally wrapping his tongue around yours. Your whimpers are swallowed up by his mouth greedily devouring yours.

Your arms wrap around his neck and pull his body flush with yours; his hands move down to your waist and grip harshly. He moves you impossibly closer to him, his hands now gripping your ass. Fuck your entire body feels like it's been lit on fire, electricity courses through your veins like small sparks exploding throughout your body continuously.

Your lungs burn from the lack of air, but you don't want to stop. Not when you feel so good, not when you finally had Sukuna. He breathily pulls away from your lips, “Jump.” He orders, you comply and jump and wrap your legs around his waist. You start nipping at his neck while he carries you to your bed, softly placing you down and hovering on top of you. He looked so fucking good in his black suit. The rings he was wearing was doing things to you; you never thought you would feel from something so simple.

“Consume me.” You say softly, his eyes take you in, puffy lips, your nightgown haphazardly on you, your thighs squishing together and your hair disheveled. You were looking at him like you were going to explode if he didn’t touch you right now. He laughs and opens your robe, “Nothing underneath? What a slut. Did you know I was going to see you tonight?”, “Just a hunch.” your fingers were itching to grab him and pull him on you, but you fought the urge to. Wordlessly, his lips meet yours again; his tongue mapping out your entire mouth while his hands make contact with your breasts. He squishes them making the both of you moan into each other's mouths.

"Want me to consume you, huh?" He laughs, putting pressure as his hands trail down slowly from your breasts down to your belly button. "Possess me. I haven't been able to think of anyone or anything else besides you till you came into my life. You own me, Ryomen." With that you see a feral glint in his eyes as he shreds his blazer and top off, revealing...tattoos on his upper arms..chest..oh fuck. your cunt gushes out a wave of wetness pathetically making your slick drip down your thighs and onto the bed bellow you- making a wet spot.

"I can't fuckin wait. Waited long enough, brat. Can't say things like that and get away with it." He gruffs out and shreds his lower half bare. Thigh tattoos too? Fuck you think you just combusted right then and there. He pushes your thighs to your chest as he bites and sucks on your neck making you mewl in response. "Please. I need you so bad, please." You beg out, you don't even know what you're begging for at this point. For him to fuck you? Bite you? Him in general? Not even you know the answer. Maybe it was all.

He lines his cock in front of your entrance, and he rubs his leaky tip against your slit up to bumping your clit which makes you clench around nothing in response. His repeats the action a few times till he couldn't handle feeling your walls twitching against him any longer.

He sinks half of his hard cock inside of your sopping pussy, "it's all in." he lies, fuck it was so much. "F-fuck you're so t-thick" you manage to whimper out as he thrusts half of his dick in. You don't know its half but fuck it had your toes curling. "S-suk-una-! A-angh!!" you cry out and he buries his head in your neck and bites hard.

You gasp wildly and moan at the sensation because when Sukuna bites, he bites hard. He keeps your legs pinned to your chest and he finally thrusts the rest of his thick length inside of you making your walls clamp wildly and a shocked expression take over on your face, your eyes widening as you struggle to catch your breath. "W-what-! A-ah! Angh! K-kuna-!" And that fucker laughs at you. He starts ramming his stupidly big cock with harsh force making your eyes roll back and drool seep out of your agape mouth. "Yeah, that's it, fuckin take it." he grunts. The aroma of the candles you had lit and the open balcony with Sukuna fucking you stupid stimulated you and your mind so much to the point you felt like you were going to go insane.

He sits up and wraps a hand around your neck, his thumb putting just the right amount of pressure on the column of your neck, rubbing his thumb up and down. Your walls convulse against him making him moan out in surprise. You make a mental note to do that more often. Without warning his hips somehow move faster and his free hand roughly grabs your tit, pinching your nipple. Fuck you couldn't even move, all you could do was just take it.

Your hands fly to his shoulders when the hand that was on your tit trails down to your stomach, his hips were smack into yours with need that made your entire body jerk up, his hand on your neck being the only thing to stabilize you. His cock was bruising your cervix with each harsh slap of his hips against yours, you could literally feel his mushroomed tip trying to rip through your stomach.

It was like his dick was trying to make a hole through your stomach so it could say hello to you. Fuck the bulge he was causing made you shake and wither around him and when he noticed it? That only made him go crazier. "Fuck..." his lips part and he lets out a low breaths grunt, "Fucking that's it." that's the last thing you blearily hear before your face is in the pillows and your ass in the air.

When the fuck did he flip us over? You don't have time to think before he drives his cock back inside of you and his thrusts are merciless. His hands grip the globes of your ass cheeks, and he spreads them harshly, exposing your tight ass hole. The cold air makes you shiver, and you almost feel your consciousness slipping. You didn't notice the tears streaming down your face because the only thing you could focus on was his dick rearranging your guts.

Your body feels like it's on fire, your senses full of him. Sukuna was all you could feel. All you could smell. All you could see, his image planted in your mind like it meant to be. It's like you could feel his entire soul.

His thumb circles your ass, hell his fucking thumb is bigger than your ass's hole. The hand that's not on your ass grabs your hair and pulks your face up. He leans over your body; basically, squishing it and presses his nose to your neck, "I have to fucking consume you. You know your little hole? Yeah? 'M going to make that mine too." Fuck you could die right now.

You try to speak but all that come out of your mouth is stuttered desperate gasps of breaths and choked moans, you claw desperately at the sheets and try to crawl away, his cock now half inside of you when you feel your body have a fire sensation spread throughout it.

"T-too m-much- angh!! " You manage to whimper out and oh does he look pissed off. One arm wraps around your shoulders and the other grips your waist and slides you back all the way down to the hilt of his cock. "You're not escaping me." He gruffs out and presses on the bulge in your stomach while he desperately yet sloppily slaps his hips into yours.

The knot in your tummy snaps and you don't cum, no, you squirt so hard all over his tummy, pelvis and thighs to the point your mouth was agape in a silent scream, your eyes clamp shut and you see pure white. "F-fuck-shit-y/n-" Sukuna moans out while he fills you up so much.

Your head felt dizzy, your body trembling into the mattress, you feel his surprisingly still hard cock slip out of you; his cum slowly dribbling out of you. "Don't think we're done, brat. Not after how much you pissed me off with your attitude.", You feel your heart drop. What. You weren't done? A rush of adrenaline rushes through your veins and you freeze when you feel his thick hands spread the globes of your ass cheeks.

"Told you, 'M gonna fuckin' consume you.", His gruff voice rings out and he runs his finger along your puffy, soaked folds- collecting the slick to lube your ass up. Once your holes wet enough, he slides a thick finger in, and you hear him laugh from how greedily your hole sucks his finger up. "N-not- funny-!" You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and you shove your head in the pillow bellow you. It felt like a weird sensation. "Mm lets see if you can take another one.", Before you can react, he sinks in another finger inside of you making you mewl out in response.

He chuckles darkly before sliding in another finger- 3 fingers in total- and you felt like you were going to explode. With a slosh and a pop! he removes his fingers, and you shiver in response. "'Kuna- You don't have to-", "Zip it." You bite your lip when you feel his fat tip make contact with your hole.

Fuck it was too much. Without warning he slowly sinks his length into your tiny hole, shoving your head further into the pillow while you whimpered and moaned wildly. You hear him gasp and he lets a whimper slip out when he's all the way to the hilt.

Your eyes clench shut and your walls spasm around him at the sudden intrusion. "Fuck yeah...that's it..." He breathily grunts out and slowly rocks his hips back and forth to get you used to the feeling. That doesn't last long though. He starts slamming his hips against yours as he holds your head down making you squirm and sob into the pillow.

"Fuckin' brat. Take it without cryin'." He spits out and lands a harsh spank to your ass making your entire body jolt and he palms where he slapped as a silent apology. He leans his entire body weight on top of yours while messily smacking his hips onto yours.

Your moans and cries are muffled and your entire body's tingling from both exhaustion and pleasure. The hand that's not still holding your head down snakes down to your puffy clit and he pinches it making you jolt your hips towards his. Wet sounds and skin slapping against each other filled the room along with his gasps and moans and your muffled screams.

Gripping the back of your hair he pulls your head up and bites your jaw, "'K-kuun-na-! A-Angh!!! P-pleeaaaseee-! O-ooohhhh!! Mfph!!!" Sukuna cut your blabbering off by shoving his fingers in your mouth causing you to make gurgling noises around them. His balls were slapping against your clit while he thrusted with all of his strength into you. "Fuckin' too loud. Be quiet or I'll stop fuckin' ya." At that you mouth clamps around his fingers, and you desperately try to stop yourself from screaming at how good you felt.

"I-I- shit..." He gasps, his throbbing cock twitched inside of you, and he felt his abs and thighs tense up. He was oh so close to coming inside of you. With his assault on your clit and his fingers massaging your slacked jaw mouth you felt the knot in your tummy snap as your eyes rolled back and your walls clamp around his cock. You hear him let out a strangled moan and gasp in your ear as you squirted messily all over his sensitive cock.

"Fuckin- shit-A-angh!" That's the last thing you could hear and the only thing you could feel was his leaky cock filling your ass up before your vision blackened and your body slumped against the pillow.

Sukuna can't move. He stays inside of you unmoving for a while, catching his breath and shaking slightly. Fuck. You were all he could think about, your skin, the way you looked at him, the way you shook, the way your cunt clenched around his flaccid cock. Your stupid smile. Your bratty attitude. How you looked when you were on a job. How you looked when you were at home.

Fuck. Just you. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You.

You consumed him just as much as he consumed you. His head felt dizzy, still inside of you his body slumps softly on top of yours. He doesn't even have any energy to move. Sukuna felt so warm inside it scared him. He wasn't supposed to feel warm. He was supposed to be cold hearted. It scared him how much you made him feel.

Your scent and just you in general overwhelmed his senses making his body erupt in goose bumps and shiver. Maybe consuming each other wasn't so bad.

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-> Katie and you watch Aine play football for the first time

-> 2 requests in one - I hope you like it!

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‘I want another one’ somehow happened quite fast and not even a year later – Aine was getting ready to be a big sister. Telling her didn’t quite go as Katie or you had planned…

“Baby in Mummy’s tummy!”

A deadly silence had fallen over the kitchen as your wife and you just exchanged glances, trying to figure out who had snitched, both convinced that it was not you.

“What do ya mean lovie?” Katie tried to act unknowingly but apparently forgot that Aine had gotten the sass from her.

“You need to listen better!” You could barely hold yourself up with how much you were shaking with laughter and the Irishwoman’s shocked face. “Watch ya tone, Missy!”

By now the young girl had attached herself to your leg, clawing at you for ‘uppies’ as she had once called it. When you finally caved and sat her on the kitchen counter, she was quickly joined by Cooper who nuzzled his head into her side.

“You’re right doll. There is a baby in Mummy’s tummy – you will be a big sister.” Both of you were curious about how the seven-year-old would react to the news, not even caring at this point how she had figured it out.

“Like Mama and Auntie Lauryn!” Cooper by now had enough of the excited bouncing, opting to leave and look for a pretty spot in the sun where he could nap until his small human companion would inevitably find him and smother him in pets.

“That’s right bub! What do you think of that?” Back was the tense silence, as Katie grabbed your hand, giving it a loving squeeze – this was much more terrifying than you had thought. At least you didn’t need to actually tell Aine the news, she had taken that upon herself.

The small brunette looked around the open kitchen and living space, her pigtails swishing through the air as she scooted closer to the edge of the countertop, getting her face right next to yours. Katie’s hands were ready in case she fell, which she wouldn’t but Katie would always worry. “Pssshh! Don’t tell - this was my biggest wish for Santa! And it came true!”

Your wife couldn’t help but laugh, kissing her daughter's forehead before hiding her face in the very familiar brown hair. “Well, Santa came early then, huh?” It was in the middle of November, but ever since last Christmas, the seven-year-old had started a wish list. “He did! Cause I wanted it so badly – and Mummy did too!”

This had gone over much better than you could have imagined, and for now, you were just fine with her thinking that Santa was the way her little sibling would find its way to her. “You’re right Lovie. Mummy and Mama wished for it really badly too.”

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It was no secret that Aine wanted to be just like her Mama, so her playing football should really not come as a surprise to either of you but it turns out that seeing her little girl get accepted into the Arsenal U8s team was something entirely different.

The little brunette had tried out for them, just like any other kid (no matter what haters would say), and got accepted with no problem. At their age group, it wasn’t considered as ‘Academy’ training, but rather ‘Pre academy’, with two training sessions a week and ten games across the whole season. They also weren’t separated into a girls' and boys' team just yet, so the Arsenal U8’s was a mixed team that would compete against other fixed games and also just boys teams.

With spring break coming up, Aine’s first match was also coming closer and closer. Katie had never felt so many emotions. Seeing you at six months pregnant and now well rounded while her little girl went to training after training, each time coming home with a bigger smile.

“Look at this! You’ll look just like Mama!”

Katie really couldn’t hold her tears anymore – with you holding her hand Aine admired herself in the mirror, wearing her game-day kit for the very first time.

But instead of Katie's 15 on her back, she had a 10 – for Kim Little, the best Midfielder there was and your daughter's biggest idol, much to her mama's disappointment.

“You look so grown up, Doll.” Seeing your wife this emotional, and Aine so happy gave you the rest. Now both of you were bawling your eyes out while the little brunette hopped around the house, before running back with Katie’s phone in her little hands.

“Take a picture, Mummy! For Auntie Kim!”

In the picture you were holding the grinning girl in your arms, as she proudly kissed your tummy, refusing to properly pose as she wanted to show Kim her little sibling as well.

This was the best day yet for the young gunner. After all, she was going to be a big sister, so she had to be a good example and play good football – just like the grown-ups.

“Do me a favor, my love?” Aine stood in between her mother's legs when she finally composed herself a little. “Hmmm?”

“Grow up a little slower, will ya?”

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Turns out preparing for gameday, and actually experiencing one, were completely different experiences – especially when it was a double game day.

Aine was already hopping through the house like an excited bunny when Katie made her way down the stairs to make breakfast.

The Irishwoman had kissed your forehead, gently waking you up with a mumbled “Mornin Love. Thirty minutes.” Before going downstairs. God was her morning voice attractive.

It was seven in the morning. On a Sunday. Entirely too early for a six-month pregnant you who had put a giddy child to bed, that didn’t want to sleep. But your wife was gracious, giving you thirty more minutes to wake up fully before helping her daughter bring breakfast in.

You could get used to this – a delicious meal in bed with your wife and daughter, although a little later would have been nice.

“Mummy, when do we have to go?” This was the third time Aine had asked in the last ten minutes, and every time either Katie or you had given her the answer but the small brunette couldn’t help herself – she was just too excited.

This was the fastest you had ever seen the seven-year-old get washed and dressed after breakfast. She was so fast, that she had gotten impatient with your much slower speed. Aine took it upon herself to get you dressed while you brushed your teeth while sat on the closed toilet.

“Foot please Mama!” You did as asked, picking up your legs off the floor so that your daughter could slip socks over your feet.

And with a quick zoom, she was in your bedroom again, just to return with wide, comfortable pants that you just knew that your wife chose. Instead of giving them to you, she threw them on the floor. “Step in please!” Good thing you were already wearing underwear, huh? As good as she could, Aine helped you get them up and over your bump, but not before giving it a kiss and whispering a small “Hi!”

It went like that until you were fully dressed and she pulled you to the hallway, where your wife helped you into shoes as you could barely see the ground anymore.

“Is this okay? I thought maybe I should have given her longer socks because it will be cold – but then we have a blanket so maybe you will get too hot an-“ Katie’s rambling was cut short with a passionate kiss. “It’s perfect – Thank you, my Love.”

“Let go, let go, let's go!”

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“Now you know how it feels to watch you play!” Katie was tense as she leaned against one of the beams that surrounded the football pitch.

The drive here had gone by fairly quickly as Aine made sure to tell your wife all about her teammates. You had met most of them already during practice or while picking her back up again – the small brunette would always chat with anybody who would listen until you walked over to take her home. Her chattiness definitely came from your wife – but right now there was nothing in the world that could make the Irishwoman relax.

“She’s tougher than she looks, my Love.” By now you had taken the footballer's hand, rubbing calming circles on it in a desperate attempt to calm her down.

Aine was one of four girls on the pitch – two on her team and two on the other. The rest were all boys. And while you knew that she was feistier than she looked, much more like her mother than you, the size difference between her and some of the boys was terrifying.

“Oi Ref!” Your wife’s hand shot up when an opposing boy had clumsily taken your daughter down with him in an attempt to stop her from getting even closer to their goal. “That’s a free kick! Ref!” The guy refereeing the game didn’t see the incident at first, angering Katie even further – but when he did look over the first thing that he saw, was a tiny brunette shoving a boy at least a head taller off of her.

The shrill sound of a whistle agreed with Katie, and the Arsenal U8s were indeed allowed a freekick in a very good position for them, as your daughter had been very central on the field and closing in on goal.

Katie’s grip on your hand tightened with stress – she knew what she would do in this situation. But did her seven-year-old know it as well? They spent countless dinner conversations talking about football and plenty of different techniques, with impressive input from Aine, so she had to know what she was doing, right?

 And she did.

The brunette passed to one of her free strikers and started running through the masses. She was small, fast, and agile – and before the opposing team could blink, her striker passed back to her when she was standing directly in front of the goal.

“Yes! That’s my daughter!”

Katie couldn’t contain herself any longer – the ball had hit the back of the net with a surprising amount of force, their keeper jumping in the other direction, making this a perfect goal. Her first goal.

After high-fiving every player on her team your daughter sprinted over to where you stood and gave a quick kiss to your belly just like she had done earlier in the morning. “For you, baby!”

The match ended shortly after Arsenal's third goal, assisted by your daughter who once again looked at you and Katie, to see if you watched her – which you did.

One of the trainers had brought a box of mixed ice-creams and even though the young brunette wasn’t supposed to, she took three of them and quickly made her way to you and your wife.

“Don’t you wanna eat with your friends baby?”

“Nuh-uh. You are my best friends.”

Well, there go your hormones again as you couldn’t hold your tears at bay any longer. “I love you so much Aine. And you played so well.” The seven-year-old kissed your forehead much like Katie did, before ensuring that someone had recorded the game so that she could show Auntie Kim her goal.

“That was my first win for baby sister, Mommy! Now Mama needs to win tonight so it’s a perfect day!”

“Geez no pressure huh?” Everything was packed up now and the pitch was getting emptier by the minute as multiple parents made their way to their cars at the same time you did.

“Aine I have a question.”

“Yeah?”

“What if it’s a baby brother instead?”

She was now buckled into her car seat, with Katie still at her door trying to work out something that has been bothering her ever since your daughter had announced that you were pregnant again. Neither you nor Katie have been told the gender of the baby, yet the youngest family member seemed sure that it would be a girl again.

“It’s not. It’s a baby sister.”

“How do you know that?”

You tried to watch their interaction as well as you could from your passenger seat. Your Wife’s eyes were wide with curiosity, something that you saw in Aine nearly every day.

“I just do.”

“You terrify me, Kid.”

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Babysitter Part 2

A/N: I'm so happy everyone loved the first part that I got to work on the second one immediately. So here it is

T/W: 18+ no minors

Cooper flipped the lights on his nightstand to cast the bedroom in a warm glow. He dropped Aurora onto the bed, making her give out a squeal as she bounced. She huffed and moved the hair out of her face before looking up at Cooper.

“That was rude.”

He smirked, leaning down to kiss her lips.

“Sorry darlin'. Let me make it up to you,” he murmured as he placed kisses down her neck. 

She mumbled an ‘ok’ as he pulled her shirt out of her skirt and unbuttoned it. With every button, Cooper followed the path with his lips. Light kisses pressed to her chest and the top of breasts. She ran her hand to tangle into his hair. He lightly pushed her back to continue unbuttoning her shirt. He kissed her tummy finally stopping when he got to the skirt. 

She sat up and threw her shirt somewhere into the room, the bra following soon after. His jaw tightened at the sight before him and he couldn't resist taking her breasts in his hands. She gasped and let out a strangled moan as he took her nipples and pinched them before taking one into his mouth. 

“Fuck Cooper,” she threw her head back as he sucked and played with them. He smiled and pulled away to nip at it and moved to the other one, repeating what he just did. She pushed her hips up with a whine making him chuckle and pulled away.

“What do you want darlin’?”

“I want you,” she whined out as she pulled at his t-shirt. He pulled it off to let her run her hands down his body. 

“Ask nicely and I’ll help you out sweetheart.”

She bites her lip before looking up at him with an innocent look but Cooper can see the fire behind her eyes.

“Please sir. I want you to fuck me and make me yours,” she moaned out as he pulled the zipper on the side of her skirt, almost tearing it with how rough he was pulling. 

“Good fucking girl,” he growled as she lifted her hips to help him pull it off. “See I told you I'll teach you a few manners.”

She moaned and nodded her head. He smiled as ran his hands up her thighs and felt her thighs twitch. He snapped the band of her panties.

“Can I take these off of you sweetheart?” 

“Yes sir.”

He slowly pulled them down her legs. He moaned at the beautiful sight before him. She smiled as he kissed up her thigh toward her pussy. She spread her legs for him as he settled her legs over his shoulders. 

“You have such a pretty pussy sweetheart.”

“Thank you si-” she cried out as he licked up her slit. Circling her clit with a moan that made Y/N arch up and throw her hands to his hair to tug. He hummed and sucked her clit into his mouth as he inserted a finger into her. 

He slowly fingered her and just took his time with her. He wanted to make sure she was enjoying herself. He pulled off her clit to insert another finger into her and lick at her clit.

She moved her hips against his hand and brought a hand up to her breast to pinch and play with her nipple. Cooper moaned making Y/N prop herself up to see Cooper was watching her. He felt her tighten around his fingers and gasp out.

“Please Cooper. I'm so close, please let me come.”

Cooper groaned and shut his eyes as his hips pushed into the bed. If he didn't make her come first he was surely going to come just from this image alone.

He double his efforts, sucking her clit and moving his fingers faster. She threw her head back and bucked up into him. He pressed his fingers up into her spongy spot that made Y/N start to shake.

“F-fuck. Oh Cooper I'm coming. I'm coming!”

She squealed as she came around his fingers and squeezed her thighs around his face. Cooper kept up his enthusiasm as she started pushing at his head. Muttering about being sensitive and how it was too much. He relented and slowed until he pulled away. She dropped her legs to the bed as she took in shuttered breaths. 

He stuck his fingers into his mouth and moaned at the taste of her. She gaped up at him as he smiled down at her. He leaned over her to place a kiss on her lips. Letting her lick into his mouth with a moan as she tasted herself on his lips. 

“You taste so good sweetheart. Like ice cream on apple pie.”

She bite at his bottom lip making him growl and push his hips into her. She gasped and ran her hands down to his slacks. She pulled at them and unbuttoned them before Cooper sat up again to pull them off of him. His cock slapped up to his stomach and it made Y/N's eyes widen.

“Wow, I don't know if that will fit.”

Cooper felt his face get hot and smiled down at her before placing a hand by her head and running his cock against her wet opening. 

“Don't worry darlin’. We'll make sure it fits.”

Then he pushed his cock into her. She let out a guttural groan and scrambled to wrap her arms around him; digging her fingers into his shoulders. He hissed at the feeling and with how tight she was. He pushed slowly until he was fully inside of her.

He paused as he panted and placed a hand on her cheek. He brushed a few tears that slipped out away and kissed the trail down her face. She pulled him close to her and he kissed her. They sat for a few seconds just kissing each other until she rolled her hips into him.

He pulled away with a lick to his lips, “you ready sweetheart?”

She nodded, “yes sir.”

He groaned and pulled his hips back before sinking into her again. She threw her head back with a moan and gasped out his name.

“Yeah sweetheart? It feels good, doesn't it.”

She couldn't answer him as he sped up his thrusting. He wanted to go slow and be gentle their first time together but with the way she was tightening around him, he was sure he was going to last. 

“Cooper,” she moaned out and dug her nails in. Her legs wrapped around his hips and held him tighter to him.

He couldn't help the whine that came out as she tightened around him again. He ran a hand down the front of her until he brushed her clit with his fingers. She bucked her hips up and cried out as he rubbed her clit.

“Darlin’ come on my cock. Fuck I want you to come all over me. Can you do that? Can you come for me?”

She cried out a yes as he angled his hips up and slammed into her. Her legs began to shake and tighten around him before she came with a cry of his name.

Cooper moaned with her as she came around him and he thrust into her a few more times, getting sloppy with his movements before he came inside of her. He cried out her name as his thrusts slowed until he basically fell onto her. 

Their hard pants echoed in the room as they calmed down. She ran her hands into his hair as nuzzled his face into her neck, placing a kiss there. She tugged his hair back until he lifted his head up to kiss him, making him hum into the kiss.

“How are you feeling sweetheart?”

She smiled and placed a hand on his cheek, “I feel amazing.”

He smiled, “I'm glad.”

He slowly pulled out of her with a small hiss with how sensitive they both were. He fell into the bed beside her and pulled her close to him. She snuggled into his side as he played with the strands of her hair.

She yawned as he chuckled and placed a kiss on the top of her head. 

“Go to sleep sweetheart. I'll make you some breakfast in the morning.”

She smiled as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

[beeslibrarycorner]

Hiii!! I see ur taking request for cooper Lmaoo I love Coop too!! Could you maybe write what cooper is like after reader and him have their first baby (a girl preferably) and maybe a few months after!! Thank youuuu, I’d prefer prewar but if you wanna do headcannon style you can do prewar cooper and a world where ghouls can yk have little ones, all up to you!!

* Coop stays in the delivery room with you, he doesn’t care if that’s not what men of the time did. He wants to be in there to support you during this huge milestone.

* He sits right next to you and he doesn’t move, even when the doctors and nurses insist that the husband should not be in the room. He doesn’t budge.

* When the contractions start to get real bad he holds your hand talks you through them. He doesn’t care if it hurts with the way you’re squeezing his hand, he knows that’s this is his only purpose right now.

* When you do finally give birth, Cooper allows himself to breathe, your safe and the baby is safe too.

* Cooper is over the moon to find out that the baby is a girl. The doctors kept making comments about getting a son next time to cooper, he was not amused.

* When you finally get home from the hospital he’s there wherever you need him. He helps you with the healing process however he can.

* When the baby wakes up at night he’s there before you, he insists that you need the sleep.

* Cooper compared the first month of having his daughter home to being in the military (in a good way) he had time shifts to check in between his two special girls.

* Watching all the milestones is magical to him. Listening to her laugh and watching her sit up for the first time makes him so proud.

* Tummy time was not just a thing your daughter did. Cooper also participated during tummy time and he would play with the little blocks in front of your daughter.

* Cooper got a kick out of watching his daughter crawl around. Other parents would joke that once she learned to walk it would be the end of both your worlds. (Coop is not amused)

* Speaking of other parents, they kept making comments about how it’s a women’s job to care for the baby and it drives cooper up a wall. He’s always polite when he responds but he hates when people talk to him like he shouldn’t be in his daughter’s life as much as he is.

* When your daughter takes her first steps, cooper feels his heart stop beating for a second. The two of you are on the couch together while your daughter was crawling towards the coffee table. The two of you looked away from her for one second and when you both looked back she was standing with no support and waddling towards you.

* Cooper can’t wait to watch you grow up. He can’t wait to experience all the milestones and be the biggest support.

[frudoo]

Goddess — Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Retired Johnny focuses on his art. His favorite muse? You, of course.

Warnings: Slightly smutty, very suggestive. Plus size reader (female). Body image issues mentioned. Shitty Scottish (PLEASE give me feedback, I wanna get better!!)

I’m not gonna lie y’all—I’m not too proud of this one. The idea was perfect in my head but my fingers did not want to write it </3

MDNI

A shudder escapes your pouty lips with every drag of his vaseline-coated fingers across your soft body. Johnny’s excuse was to tell you that your skin needs to be prepped before he could do anything, but that was ten minutes ago and he’s been massaging your breasts for five, now. Finally, he pulls his hands away after giving your nipples one more flick for good measure. He chuckles at the breathy whine you let out.

     “So eager, bon’. Cannae even handle a bit o’ prep?” The cocky bastard teases, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose before turning around and grabbing the plaster bandages off of his desk. 

     This all started when you made the mistake of telling your beloved husband that you were feeling down. The demons had gotten louder the longer you stared in the mirror, and Johnny had walked in right as the first tear fell down your round cheek. He let you cry in his arms, kissing your forehead and murmuring into your ear about all of his favorite parts of you. Turned your tears of self-loathing into glistening proof of ecstasy with his face buried between your thighs, leaving no room for doubt about just how much he adores you. He told you his idea while you were curled into his side, slick with sweat and pleasantly fucked-out. 

     That’s how you ended up here: sitting on a stool in his workspace, naked and compliant (just how he likes you, he joked). The body cast, of course, was his idea of making you feel better about yourself—at least, that’s what he told you. The truth was that he’s utterly obsessed with you. The ring on your finger and the home you shared wasn’t enough for him. He wanted—needed—to be surrounded by you in any way, shape or form. No matter how many paintings or sketches or statues of you that littered the house, he wasn’t satisfied, always convincing you to sit all pretty for him so he could recreate the most beautiful work of art he could think of. 

     Johnny starts on your breasts, coming as no surprise to you. The plaster strips are cold and tacky against your supple skin, and it makes you grimace. He takes his time molding the pliable medium to fit you perfectly, nimble fingers working restlessly to exact the curve of your perky nipples. He hums while he works, biting his tongue between his teeth in pure concentration, dismissing the whines and annoyed sighs you let out. 

     “Haud yer wheesht, bon’! Willnae take long. Lass loves the attention,” he scolds, but the shit-eating grin on his face makes you huff louder. 

     “I still don’t understand why you’re doing this,” you purse your lips, fighting the urge to cross your arms over your torso—his new favorite canvas.

     “Ah jus’ want tae show ye tha’ yer body shuid be in a museum. Ah ken ye’re bonnie, but ye dinnae, so ah’m gunna prove t’ye wha’ a goddess ye’re.” Johnny explains softly, those sparkling blue, oceanic eyes darting up to meet your impatient gaze. 

     Can’t really argue with that, can you? With a final sigh, you reluctantly relax your body, allowing the artist to more accurately place the plaster strips onto your lubricated skin. He rewards your cooperation with a tender kiss to your lips and a warm smile. His calloused hands smooth out the bandages over the soft rolls on your waist and tummy, making sure every single detail of your perfect form is immortalized. If you yourself can’t live forever, he’s determined to make sure people are able to admire you for centuries to come. 

     Once Johnny’s satisfied with the sticky mess he made on your plush body (for once, it’s actually a PG-rated mess), he steps back to admire his handiwork with a pleased hum. His eyes scan over your body in appreciation before he turns and washes his hands, drying them off with a rag. Over the course of the next thirty minutes, he tells you corny jokes to keep you distracted from the discomfort of drying plaster on your skin. Once it’s dry, he tells you to take a deep breath so he can pry off the cast—you’re secretly thankful that he spent so much time putting vaseline all over you because pulling it off was already a task. 

     With a gross pull of your skin and then a soft squelching noise, the artwork is off of your body. Johnny smiles giddily, happy with how perfect and detailed it turned out. He sets it carefully on his desk to let it dry more on the inside. Much to your relief, he allows you off of the stool and guides you into the washroom where he runs you a nice bath. He insists on cleaning your body, gushing about how beautiful and perfect you are for him—and then he fingers you silly as a reward, making sure the bathwater is deliciously murky before draining it. He dries you off with tender hands, pressing doting kisses all over your face just because he can. And once he’s got you in bed, all sleepy and warm, he climbs in beside you and whispers into your ear:

“Gunna make a cast o’ yer gorgeous cunt next, aye?”

[jojo-schmo]

How did you come up with roleswap Elfilis' design? It's really cool!

Hi! Thank you so much! :D I'd love to share my thought process! Gather round the armchair by the fireplace, friends! It's story time!

I've said before that the Forgotten Land Roleswap started off as a doodle that swapped Dedede and Bandana Dee's roles as Player 2 and the Brainwashed Beast. But when I realized how fun that one little change was, how about EVEN MORE changes? That's how my one-time doodle turned into the full AU story. I swapped Meta Knight and Kirby, Clawroline and Leongar, and Sillydillo and Gorimondo- and because the story is so Waddle-Dee centric, I promoted Dedede to "Player 1" since the stakes would be higher for him as their King.

So now I had a story that had a lot of opposite traits to canon and I wanted to explore that further! When it came to the matter of Elfilin, I thought he would probably behave too similarly towards Dedede and Meta as he did to Kirby and Bandee. He'd be friendly and trusting, communicative, optimistic, knowledgeable, and cooperative. So how about providing them a travel companion who is defensive, has trouble communicating, a little wild, uninformed about themselves and the world around them, and has a bit of a temper?

But working with all these opposite traits didn't feel in-character for Elfilin anymore. So my natural next step was to swap Elfilin with Elfilis and make a new version of the Forgotten Land's lost little pup!

Enough yapping about the context behind my decisions, tho. How'd I come up with Roleswap Elfilis' design?

I see you out there, Fecto Forgo fans. Maybe somebody out there's thought, "Roleswap Elfilis does not look like them! Why not? That's what the other 50% of the Ultimate Life Form looks like! I demand justice for the angry glowing rat fetus!"

Maybe nobody has ever thought this. But I wonder sometimes lol

Your feelings are valid, friends. Please lemme explain my reasonings.

This fella, to me, is the abandoned wet specimen left to float in a jar for who-knows-how-long after a forcible physical and mental separation via spatial teleportation shenanigans. And I think part of their appearance is due to their role as the trapped and forgotten half.

The role of the half that got away fully formed his own body and inherited some traits from the complete being-

For Elfilin in canon, he got ears that are proportionally huge compared to the rest of his body, blue eyes that sparkle with the light of a thousand destroyed planets, a tiny bit of pink fur for his adorable blushies, and a really long fluffy tail. Maybe becoming a being free of chaos gave him those sweet eyes like Kirby and the Waddle Dees have.

My reasoning is that whichever half ends up escaping the Lab and fully forming their own body, they would carry the major physical traits the other wouldn't inherit.

Anyway, that left Elfilis with the horns, colorful and expressive eyes, whiskers, beige chest fluff, opposable thumbs, and pink tummy fur.

Elfilin gets the long tail in the bodily divorce so Elfilis has a short stubby little cotton tail like a bunny. Like if he ended up with just the very tip of the Ultimate Life Form's tail.

Behold this diagram above I came up with two years ago! Disclaimer: the canon Elfilin is the one in the chart. And I draw him a little differently these days lol. I ain't showing anyone how he ended up in the Roleswap yet tho!!!! >:0

But Roleswap Elfilis is more than just "baby version of the Ultimate Life Form..."

All the differences in the Forgotten Land Roleswap from canon stem from one event in the timeline. One change that I added to the events that were already supposed to take place. It's why the Ultimate Life Form split differently. Why the Beasts have different roles and aesthetics. Even why the portal took Bandana Dee and Kirby before Meta Knight and King Dedede.

How did that saying go again? The flap of wings somewhere can influence a bunch of huge changes somewhere else down the line...? What was the name of that theory again....? Hmm. Not important, I guess.

Anyway, the end!! You sly dog, you got me monologuing!!1! /lighthearted

[otomiyaa]

Chigiri x Ticklish Reader

Romantic + 17. “You have three seconds to run.” Requested by anon for my 1K Followers Event🌻

aaaa work is super busy and I have date-weekend with my boyfriend planned BUT I cannot let this week go by without putting that chigiri request out there (because I saw the movie hehe hypehype) so here goes!

Chigiri Hyoma. You loved him, of course you did. He was your boyfriend after all. You were already approaching your 2-year anniversary and had moved in together recently.

Living together with your lovely boyfriend however, it reopened your eyes to how conveniently pretty he was. Whether he was ill, moody, lazy, hungover, exhausted and sweaty after a soccer match, it didn't matter. Chigiri looked like he could step out and pose for model work any second.

And then there was you.

"Geez!" you whined trying to get your hair the way you wanted it. It was not cooperating! You were freshly showered, dressed in your best outfit to go to work, and still, you looked like you just mopped the floor. With your head.

"Morning." You froze and looked to your side to see Chigiri shuffle into the bathroom. He yawned and scratched his tummy, only getting out of bed just now since he didn't need to get up as early as you today.

Your jaw dropped. Bed-head boyfriend Chigiri had entered the conversation, and he looked stunning as ever. "It's unfair," you said.

Chigiri cocked his head. "What is?" He yawned again and uncharmingly stretched himself. Yet, he looked like a model.

"Here I am, suited up for work. And you just got out of bed, looking like a princess woken up from her slumber andー" Your eyes widened. Chigiri gave you a stare.

"What did you say?" he asked.

Oh no. Oh no no no no eeeek! You blushed and quickly turned back to the mirror.

"N-n-nothing! You're just s-so pretty, even after waking up. W-while there is me, just showered, dressed neatly and I look like this."

"We can talk about that later, since I disagree," Chigiri said, looking you up and down and making you blush even more.

"But, what else did you just say?"

"N-nothing!"

Princess. The forbidden word.

You had teased him with the nickname a lot in the beginning of your relationship, and it had kind of turned into a thing. Chigiri would unleash his tickle punishments of terror onto you anytime you would call him princess. Literally, anytime.

It just gradually became an unwritten rule. Call Chigiri a princess? Get wrecked. You had gotten used to it and knew to be careful, except just now. You were too busy whining and dropped your guard!

Chigiri shrugged. "Hmmm, 'kay."

You sighed in relief when he merely stood by the sink to throw some water in his face. Then when he dried himself with a towel, looking so pretty it hurt your eyes, he eyed you calmly.

"I'm still getting ready so, you have three seconds to run." You gulped.

"What? Why would I, hehe, run?" you asked nervously. Chigiri chuckled.

"You don't know? For calling me the P-word, and for lying about it of course. Now off you go, sweetie. Go somewhere I can tickle you comfortably. Or we can do it right here," Chigiri said, gesturing at the narrow space of the bathroom. You took a step back, realized he was serious, and then indeed ran.

"S-sweetie! I know something better, we can save it for after I come back from work! Don't you dahahare- EEEEHehehe!" you screeched when all of a sudden you felt two arms around your middle as Chigiri caught you from behind.

Ack, you barely heard him move. He was that fast! You didn't even make it to the bedroom.

"Don't worry. I've never tickled you for longer than 5 minutes at least. The punishments are quickー" he said, and he immediately tickled your sides while hugging you.

"But powerful," he finished, and you and your hysterical laughter were then all that could be heard.

"GAHAHA nohoho! Bahahaby I'm sohohorry!"

"Sorry, for what?"

"Hehehehe nohoho!" you answered sheepishly, struggling and squirming in his strong grip. He easily dragged you to the floor where you tried to crawl away, but Chigiri caught you and flipped you over with zero effort. He then sat on your thighs and tickled your sides and tummy mercilessly.

You threw your head back and howled. "NAhahah not thehehere!" you cried, but regretted this when he indeed stopped tickling you there, only to move his fingers further up to aim for your armpits. You shook your head hysterically.

"NO- I m-mean gohoho bahahack! Not my ahaharmpits, plehehease!" Chigiri smirked.

"I'll consider it." It was sarcastic, since he started to tickle your armpits right away, making you cackle for your dear life.

And damn that Chigiri. He had to be the prettiest tickle monster in town. You felt your chest flutter as you looked up at him while he tickled you until you could barely laugh.

The moment you were reduced to silent laughter and tired giggles, he stopped, knowing your limits very well. Smiling fondly, Chigiri leaned in and kissed your lips. He wiped away a tear from your eye and ran his fingers through your hair.

"You look beautiful. But now, you look even more beautiful."

You felt dizzy when he helped you back on your feet, and you were kind of like a doll as your boyfriend dragged you back to the bathroom. There he helped you fix your hair and clothes which he had messed up a little with the tickle attack, while you recovered and caught your breath.

You shyly looked at your reflection in the mirror, and did wonder why you looked different than earlier when you felt so unsure. It indeed wasn't so bad anymore.

"It's because laughter makes you the prettiest," Chigiri answered as if reading your mind. You turned around when he finished brushing your hair, and the two of you shared a tender kiss.

"O-oh.. Does that mean you want me to call you 'princess' more often?" you asked, without thinking of the consequences of course. Chigiri looked at the brush and back at you.

"Are you serious about this? When do you leave for work?"

"A-another 30 minutes to go," you mumbled. Chigiri nodded, held up the brush with one hand and wiggled his fingers with the other.

"Well then, I guess you can spare another five minutes for round two."

Gulp! You were amazed he was so motivated to make you pay for mentioning the word princess with another tickle attack, but you couldn't help but enjoy the warmth and the giddy feeling you had after he tickled you.

At least you were starting the day feeling better now, and it was all thanks to your sweetest, prettiest boyfriend Chigiri.

[f6bron]

havent updated for like a month because i was too busy with uni ._. anyways, here’s some chamber and iso x soft!reader brainrot crumbs

chamber

chamber is the epitome of sweetheart, spoiling you rotten with his love and money. bouquet of flowers, cute lingeries, fancy dinners, you name it. just say the word, and chamber will make sure it will get delivered right to your doorstep.

you once scolded him for spending too much money on you, but chamber pretended he did not to listen.

“vincent, you don’t have to buy everything i set my eyes on…”

“my money is your money too, chérie.” he insisted, while kissing that cute little pout of yours away.

oh, and you get to decorate his headhunter and tour de force with stickers ! the sanrio stickers a harsh contrast of his smug and posh personality, but he didn’t pay any mind. it’s an adorable reminder for him of his beloved y/n whenever he’s deployed for a mission / away from home :3 (he even bragged about the stickers plastered on his sniper rifle and deagle to everyone at valorant, saying “my partner is such a talented designer! incroyable!”)

he would never ever let you lift a finger when it comes to housework, the maids will get the job done. all you have to do is hang out in your mini library he specially built for you, or sit on his lap whilst he’s working on with his gun prototypes in his home office.

iso

i swear to god this man LOVES taking care of you. he knows how sensitive you are and even the smallest thing could make you emotional. iso will never ever raise his voice to you, he always makes sure he speaks with a soft tone when he’s with you or around you.

he often calls you by your affectionate nicknames ! like angel, baby, bunny, sunshine (his most favourite ones) :3 he loves the way your face instantly heats up when you hear those pet names from him, forming butterflies in your tummy.

there was a momentary slip where he called you by your first name, and all hell broke loose. iso regretted it so much. the aftermath? he had to give you lots and lots of cuddles, kisses and pamper you with your favourite food to seek forgiveness from you for days.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart… you’re my one and only baby angel. do you trust me, hm?”

“mhmm…”

“that’s my baby.”

iso truly loves playing with your hair <3 the way his rough fingers glide along through your soft hair strands, the way you purr under his touch like a little kitten… iso’s lil’ kitten :3 he would help you dress up every morning, ensuring his baby all dolled up and be pretty for him. he wouldn’t want to see you get so grumpy because your hair decided to not cooperate with you :( (or else that will costs him a million of hugs and kisses to give)

[mommypieck]

🥺 If you're okay with it, can I request soft dom!Armin with a virgin gf? With a sprinkle of size kink and and daddy kink if you can

Pretty please and thank you!!

"don't get shy on me now, baby." armin says, caressing your cheeks. he presses his lips into yours again and this time he snakes his tongue into your mouth. you moan softly and you try your best to cooperate with him. armin sets his hands on your hips and carefully presses you into the bed. he crawls over you, continuing with his kisses. you mind screams at you, you wanted this with armin for so long but you own shyness never let you.

"you okay, sweetheart?" armin breaks the kiss to ask you. you nod before muttering soft, "i want go further."

"are you sure?" armin asks worriedly, but you can see the sparkle his eyes made at your comment. you nod again before pulling him into the kiss. his hands run over your body and he stops them at your boobs to massage them. you can feel your cheeks go red at his action but you let him touch you how he pleases. he opens your blouse to reveal your bra, stopping to look at you spread out under him. he curses under his breath before attaching his lips to the top of your breast, sucking and licking the flesh. you arch your back into his touch, tugging on his hair. soon both of your clothes are on the floor and his hand settles in between your legs. he draws circles on your clit, trying not to smirk at the wet slick that envelops his fingers.

"you're so wet already." he teases you before stroking over your entrance. he slowly pushes one finger in, making you hiss.

"have you ever played with yourself while thinking about me?" he asks as he hits your sweet spot. you shyly not which makes his smile even more. he adds another finger in and he focuses them on your g spot. you moan and trash all under his touch, feeling embarrassed how close you are to release.

"gonna cum?" he smirks, "gonna cum for daddy?"

this sends you into euphoria as you cum around his fingers. you don't care about the noises you make, all you can focus on is your release.

"good girl." armin whispers, kissing your forehead. he pulls his underwear down, releasing his member. you gasp a little at his size, unsure if it's gonna fit. armin senses your scared expression but calms you down with a quiet, "don't worry, sweetheart."

he settles in between your legs before carefully pushing in. you hiss at the stretch, armin's size still too huge for your body.

"almost in." he says as he slowly bottoms out. he stays still for a few moments, letting you get used to his size, before thrusting in. his thrusts are deep and slow and you feel like you're being stretched in half. armin loves the scene under him and he knows you think he's big which makes his ego blossom.

"you look so tiny under me." he says with a smile, changing his thrusts from deep to sharp. you moan out at this sudden change of rhythm and you let him use your body.

"are you about to cum?" he questions when he feels you clenching around his cock. you nod, cumming around him for the first time. your insides twitch, sending armin over the edge too. he quickly pulls out to cum on your tummy.

"good girl. you did so good for daddy. now let's clean you up."

[angelsvoice1love]

Unknown (pt 1)

Y/n: Really, Conrad? You asked, as he threw his energy drink on the man's car.

Conrad: Yes. He parked on a disabled parking, and he wasn't at all. So, this is what he gets.

Y/n: Well, if he's breaking the law...then I guess it's only fair. You replied, smiling at him.

After a while of running around, and treating patients a mother with a little girl came running in yelling and asking for help.

Since you are a 2nd year resident, you ran up to the mother and the daughter. You started listening to her breathing, it was slow and sounded steady. Suddenly, she started seizing. After you gave her a shot to stop the seizing, the girl was lying calm.

Y/n: Ma'am, does your daughter have a history of seizures?

Girls mom: N...no. Never.

Conrad: Mind telling me, what happened today?

Girls mom: She was...uh...she said she had a headache and she also had a fever. But I thought she was just getting a flu.

Conrad: Any other symptoms, that we should know about?

Girls mom: Yes...she...she said that she had a tummy ache too and uh...um...vomited twice.

Y/n: Your call Dr Hawkins. You said, looking over at him since he was assigned to your case.

Conrad: Run tests, MRI, X-ray, and Labs.

Nodding, you made notes of the tests that needed to be done, and got on it right away.

"Few hours later"

Y/n: CONRAD! you yelled, down the hallway, as you ran to him.

Slipping in the process, Conrad caught you in his arms preventing you from falling.

Conrad: Woah. Are you okay? He asked, as he pulled you up.

Y/n: Um...yeah. Thank you. You replied, as you swallowed. The...the test came in. Little Anita, has swelling on the brain as shown here on the MRI, X-ray shows that her chest is normal and her blood shows that she has a few divisionsies in her blood.

Conrad: Okay. I'll consult with the neurosurgeon, ask what he thinks we should do. In the mean time, I want you to give her some vitamin c, vitamin e and calcium. Also make sure she stays hydrated.

Y/n: Anything else?

Conrad: Let's just hear what Dr Cooper says before we do anything else.

Nodding, you turned around to leave, when you were stopped by Conrad speaking.

Conrad: Note, be careful on the floor, we wouldn't want you falling now would we?

Y/n: You'd be worth falling for. You said, which caused you and Conrad to laugh.

Conrad: That was a horrible pun.

Y/n: Sometimes, you just got to make one.

After a long shift, a little girl that was in the clear you could finally go home.

Once you got home you took a shower, washed your hair and once you were done you dried your hair and got dressed in your pj's.

There was a knock on the door which made you frown, then suddenly the door opened to reveal Conrad.

Y/n: Conrad? What are you doing here? You asked, as you grabbed the black silk robe next to you.

Conrad: This. He gave a simple answer as he kissed you.

Y/n: Conrad, what are we doing? You asked, as you placed your forehead on his, and your hands on his chest. What about Nic?

Conrad: Shh. Don't talk. He said, as he kissed you again.

Without hesitating, you kissed him back as he undid the robe making it fall open. With ease he brushed it off your shoulders, as his hands moved to your waist. Moving his hand up on your waist trying to remove your shirt, he asked you to jump and you did.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, and arms around his neck you giggled as he kissed your neck. Moving your hair to the other side, you you connected your lips as he laid you down gently.

Conrad removed his jacket, shirt and pants leaving him in his underwear.

Hovering over you Conrad, smiled as he kissed your nose and forehead before looking at your pj's.

Conrad: These are beautiful, fortunately I get to take this off. He said, causing you both to laugh.

He gently, pulled down the side of the strap kissing your shoulder then your collarbone. Conrad moved his hand to your leg, as he rubbed your leg.

He then kissed your neck, your hand moved to his hair, as you pulled his to your lips.

Y/n: No foreplay, Conrad.

Conrad: That eager I see. Alright then, no foreplay. He connected your lips as he moved to take off your clothes.

"Next morning"

Y/n: Morning. You said, shifting to your side as you looked at Conrad.

Conrad: Morning. He replied, laying on his stomach looking at you. You know, there's still some time before, we go to work.

Y/n: What are you getting at Conrad.

Conrad: You know what I mean. He smirked, as he attacked you with kisses.

After a while, Conrad fell beside you on his back and you both were breathing heavily as you both looked at the ceiling.

Conrad: That was fun.

Y/n: Yeah...fun. But...should that have happened? You asked, looking at him.

Conrad: What? Why are you asking that? He questioned, as he sat up.

Y/n: I...i don't know. You said, sitting up holding the covers to your chest. I just...im not sure what happened last night or this morning...i don't know the meaning behind it.

Conrad: I don't know either. All I know is I couldn't wait anymore to be with you. We can talk about this, work it out.

Y/n: How about dinner?

Conrad: Tonight, after shift?

Y/n: Takeout. It'll be better, since we'll both be tired.

Conrad: Deal. He said, as he kissed your cheek. Before I leave, you should know all 6 times were amazing. He Siad, making you blush crazy.

As Conrad, finished getting dressed you kept looking at him and smiling as he come by to give you another passion filled kiss before leaving.

It was official, you were involved in something with Conrad that you didn't even know how it will end up in the end of it all.

Question was, how would it end with everyone around at the hospital and anyone can find out.

[missamyrisa2]

Miss Amy can you tickle me until I admit that I’m cute ?

Whatttttt are you actuallyyyy implying you aren't a cute lil giggler? Noooo you're notttt an adorable fluffyy gigglebug who wants all this special teasyyyy attention? Oooh goodnesss myyyy goodnesss we have such a stubborn cutie here don't weee? You know what we do to stubborn ticklebugs don't youuuu? You know what happens to defiant sweetiepies who don't accept that they're adorable and lovely and amazingly cuuuuute? They get tickled darling, they get tickled. Oooh yess. I know you loooove thisss I knowww ~ you don't wanna sayyyy please tickle me ticklemama because I'm ever so cute and ticklish? No? Oooh don't worry. I'll get you to say it. You will say it. Uh-huhhh yes you willlll ~ you're cute and you know it and that's why you have this ticklish tummyyyy tum yes you do.

Mmmhmm you just relax. Nope, nope you put these arms here babydoll or I will tie them with my scarves and then you'll reallyyyy get some pitttie tickles toooo. Just keep them there while ticklemama kisses your tummy and tickles these sides mmhmm. Yesss your sides. Niiiiice ticklish soft sides here. Oooh ticklish tummy ticklish ticklish tummyyyy! Muuuuahh. Are you cute yet? Nooo? I know, I know you wanna be allll tough and non-crumblyyyy yes, my beautiful non-crumbler tough cookie you're gonna stay all uncute up there while I buzzzzzzz your navel with my liiiips huh. And rub these sides? With my thumbsss? Are you ticklish heree? Ticklish right on your lower bellyyyy? Does that tickle? My nails right here on your waist? Good thing you're not cute and giggling otherwise I'd need to hold you down and nibble every one of these ribbies~

Oooh why yes that's exactly what I'm doing. Because guess what, silly? You're cute. You may not wanna say it ~ and you may not be able to say it much when I'm done with ya, but you are adorable and soooo cute like this. Now, now. What did I say about those army arms? Tsk tsk tsk. My defiant cuteness. You're getting the scarves now. Mmhmm. Nice and soft and cute and snug and secure scarves to keep you alllll secure to my fluffy bed. Now, if you would juuuuust cooperate with me. Ahh yes, wrap the purple one hereeeee and the pink one hereeee and there we gooooo~ you can pull and struggle alll you like now darling darling darling. This is gonnnna tickle tickle tickle!

Ah yes, these armpits. Niiiiice ticklish armpits. We'll rubbbb and massage and yes, gotta massage the armpitsssss until you melt and can't think straight mmhmm. Rubbyyy rubby hereee with this thumb and rubby rubby on that pit with this thumbbbb ~ and ooooh getting so pink are we? Let's just kissy kissyyyy those pitties tooooo~ and mmhmm, yes I ammmmm tying my hair up. You're so cuuute and adorable and ticklish here that you're getting an Amy special, that's riiight you get my natural tickle tool now. We're gonna use my niiice soft ponytail tip and brushy brushyyyy these pitssss and your neeeeck and collar and ooh yes, those chest buttons! Tickle tickle tickle. Why, you don't even need to admit it darling, you simply ARE cuuuute! Yes you can shake your head all you like. You won't stop being cuuute no and you won't stop being ticklish when I take my ponytail to these ticklish ticklish niiiiippplessss~ noooo~

Awwww there there cutie pieee my cute cute darling darling. You just giggle and gasp it out. And me? Why, I think I'll just mmhm take this here and move your head to one siiiide because I seeee a ticklish blushing neck all pinky blushyyy from my teasing and I'm just gonna kissyy kiss you here until you melt to absolute nothing for me~ and then my beautiful angel, I have a little supple paintbrush with your name on it and I've just been mapping out quite the canvas for myself ~ I think if you won't say ittttt we're just gonna have to paint 'cute' allll over this wiggly ticklish body oh yes we will. I'll sketch those looping letters on your tummyyy and tiny ones on your hipssss and over your riiibsss in cursive over and over and around your chest buttons and even in your armpittties tooooo and two sets of biiiig block letters on your solessss mhmmmm~ cuuute pink letters telling the world just how cute you are~! <3

[fattlestacks]

Fattlestack I have a question for you I know you catalog is so expensive but I have a question can you post you 5 favorites art's pls?

I don't really have like all time favorites since there's just too many to choose from... but I can post a few of my favorite more recent(ish) ones...

Baxter Pride Month 2023. I really like how this one turned out from his expression to pose and how cute his belly looks... plus all the fun color! Haha.

Purah's Important Research. I don't usually like to put this much effort into the details but I'm quite proud of this one.

Foxymatsu From Above. I had to use a ref for this pose but I think I did a pretty good job with it.

Sam & Sebby Slumber Party. I had originally planned to have this be some sort of sequence but then it sat in my drafts for like a year... I'm glad I was able to just make a single drawing of it. I think it came out well.

Carter & Cooper Pad Thai. I think the poses and expressions in this one are pretty cute, plus Coop's tummy looks nice. :)

[whumpsoda]

Good Boy - Malak

WOHEO Masterlist

cw: pet whump, really just treating a guy like a dog, dehumanization, alcohol use & noncon drinking, multiple whumpers, vampire whumpers

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“Well who might you be?”

Malak made an attempt to follow the source of the voice, but was faced with all eyes burning holes on him.

He… where was he? Malak couldn’t recall how he’d gotten into such a situation. Why boisterous chatter and laughter flowed around him, why faint music drifted from a distance, or why the soft scent of alcohol wafted through the air. The best answer he could muster up was his master having brung him along to yet another one of their large parties, the fact most likely having easily slipped his mind. And if that were to be true, then where were they?

He cringed. Malak didn’t like parties. Hated them, actually. The noise, the eyes, the fear. He no short of detested them. But, his master didn’t know that, and as much as they loved him, probably wouldn’t care. They enjoyed bringing him along just to flaunt to their friends, and occasionally he was granted with such immense, mindless bliss he could forget about the disgusting anxiousness rotting in his belly.

“Dear?”

In a puzzled daze he had accidentally crawled his way through a circle of vampires, breaking through conversation and catching all of their intimidating focus. He shrunk back as they all watched him, each with an intense gaze. What if he’d bothered them? And they’d got upset, and told his master he was being bad? He didn’t mean to be. He was just confused.

“Hm. Can’t speak?”

He could speak. Or, at the very least he could try if they so wanted. He would always do his best to please. Try he did, to answer her inquiry. “Mmm… mmmng… Ma- Maaa…”

Malak frowned, thick brows furrowing. His tongue was just too cumbersome to properly articulate his name. The weight of surrounding vampiric aura was just too overbearing for his mouth to cooperate along with his hazy brain, the feat evidently too tough for him. Frustration tugged at his head.

The group watched as he gave up any attempt to answer, before chuckling at his failure. His cheeks flushed with odd embarrassment. Odd for Malak at least, considering his master often was amused at his short comings. He should’ve been used to it.

“Aw, can’t talk, can you?” Another purred, grinning from ear to ear. He shook his head sheepishly, and the giggles only increased. Shame stinging his face, Malak hung his head low.

A different vampire piped up next, spinning him in circles to keep up. “Hey, c’mere, baby, come on over.” She called, gesturing for him to crawl his way inside the circle, and he obediently followed. One thing he could do was follow directions. Just as he was trained.

Malak carefully crept his way into the group, swaying lazily on his hands and knees. He could faintly sense the sting of eyes lingering on his skin, all of them watching with entertained fascination. He didn’t know a lot, but from the churn of his tummy he knew he didn’t like that.

“Okay, okay,” she said, stopping him right in front of herself, before lifting her fist as means of a signal. “Sit.”

Confused for a beat, he met her gaze. He could… do that. That was easy. Malak plopped his bottom back onto his ankles, seating himself into a kneeling position.

Seemingly he’d done well, earning him claps, smiles, and rounds of praise from the creatures circling him. “Good boy!” The sounds of sweet compliments fluttered and pulsed in his heart, slipping away any lingering sensations of sourness. A toothy and bright smile grew, smooshing his pudgy cheeks and showing off his gums.

The vampire then dropped her hand, leaning forward with a look of satisfaction and interest. “Now, beg, baby. Like a little doggy.” She cooed, awaiting his compliance.

Malak couldn’t help but keen toward her, called forward by her magnificent aura. It reeled him in by the second, fizzling out his thoughts like that and and leaving him an empty, beaming shell of obedience.

It was as if he couldn’t…

Couldn’t…

Think…

For however long he sat there, happily at her feet, his mind was liquidated to putty-like ooze, keeping him focused on the pleasurable sensation of praise. He wanted only and terribly to follow their commands. In the moment, he couldn’t want anything else but to listen to her every word.

Eagerly he did just as he was told, lifting his arms and crudely imitating that of a puppy. He did so as best he could, not a drop of intelligence left in his head.

Malak’s zealous behavior only earned him more applause and laughter, mixed in with the coos and sweet praises. The vampire handing him orders grabbed something off the coffee table beside her. “Here.” She held out a small cookie, of which he excitedly accepted as it was dropped right upon his outstretched tongue. “A treat.”

Without a second thought the woman beside her gripped his attention next, stealing her turn to give commands. “Alright, now lay down.” Malak swiftly obliged, flopping onto his back. “And roll over!”

Again everyone erupted in giggles and cheers as he rolled over himself, supple skin brushed by the fuzz of rug below him, receiving only more heart warming compliments that strengthened the gooey, dopey smile plastered over his lips. “Oh, splendid! Such a good boy!”

It was terribly hard for him to make out what anyone said beside orders, but from their tone of voice he just knew it had to be something savory to his ears. The excited sounds of celebration swirled his mind in heavenly circles, slipping dumb giggles from his lips.

They were happy with him! He must have been doing so good!

A couple of vampires slunk down from their seats, snaking beside him and placing a hand or two to the flesh of his plush belly. On instinct Malak melted into the carpeting below him as they rubbed magnificently mind numbing pleasure through his stomach, that seeped tenderly into the rest of his frame. Thick drool dripped as nimble, heavy fingers dipped over and under the folds of his tummy, squashing his mind to mush through the hypnotic touch, overcome with blissful sensations. He was practically panting with happiness.

Just like the dog they all saw him as.

Inferior.

How splendid! They were all so kind, he never wanted to leave! Malak could barely form a coherent thought, everything so scattered inside him, his favorite enthralled state. When he didn’t need to think, and everyone else would just do it for him. When he didn’t need to worry, because he just felt to far away to so much as know where he was.

“So you like treats, do you?”

Thick and low the words drifted through his ears, almost going unnoticed. Just as the voice had spoken, the rest of the group’s giggles and touch had ceased, leaving him unsatisfied and whining pathetically for more.

Malak shifted, eyes landing on the shining shoes of yet another vampire as he desperately searched for why everyone had stopped. She sat with poise and perfect posture, slender legs crossed. Her stare dug into the others of the group, which the brainless thrall took no notice of.

“Come.” She called to him, overpowering and concise, unlike the sweetness of the others. Still, he obeyed. Of course he would.

It was a difficult task to push his weighted limbs and body up from the floor, flesh practically stuck to the rug. He wobbled along toward the woman, arms shaking from saccharine dizziness.

“Open.” She commanded, as he kneeled below her and obliging without question. “Good boy. Try this for me, darling.”

She clutched an already open bottle of alcohol, swiping it gracefully from the table beside her. The vampire leaned forward, a grin on her face that failed to meet her eyes. A puzzle piece that wasn’t meant to fit.

Malak coughed as bitter liquid unexpectedly flooded his mouth, coating his inside and shoving it’s way down his throat before he could so much as realize. Eyes agape he did his best to swallow, only rising a juicy hack from his chest, choking as rich drink trickled to the floor.

The woman only smiled as he curled in on himself, choking. “Didn’t like that one?” Malak shook his head, thick and shaky coughs still bubbling up from his lungs. “Me neither.”

She studied the bottles beside her for a moment as he regained his sloppy, drowsy composure, breath trembling. “Let’s try this one. I bet you’ll like it this time.”

A different taste entered his lips soon enough, this time far more bearable. Enjoyable, even. Eager to please as always, Malak gulped down the drink as quick as it washed over him, careful this time to focus his brain enough not to allow himself to choke.

She brought the bottle away just long enough for him to fully swallow. “Such a cutie pie. Did you like that? Was it nice? Would you enjoy some more?” She cupped Malak’s chin firmly but gently, tipping the bottle back once again and allowing the sweet beverage to swiftly slip down his throat. It danced around the inside of his mouth, swirling about and dribbling out the corners of his lips. “You’re Addie’s thrall aren’t you? How lucky of them. I’d simply die to have a doll like you in my collection.”

He hummed as the beverage rolled down his throat, gulping down the remaining liquid. She scratched softly on the underside of his chin as he did so, fingernails dancing and eyes traveling into the back of his head.

“How does it feel to be so good? So obedient? There must not be a naughty bone in your body.”

She was so right. Malak was a good boy, such a good boy. Everyone told him so. He’d never been bad, and he never would be. He just wasn’t. He wasn’t, he wasn’t, he wasn’t. And Malak wished to be a good boy, with his whole heart. That’s all he could ever want for.

If Malak wasn’t a good boy, then what was he?

What was he worth if he wasn’t a good boy? He’d be worthless. Useless. Malak couldn’t bear to be such a failure.

He wasn’t, though. Right?

Right?

Malak whimpered feebly as anxiousness, with it’s horrible naughtiness and wretched ache, clawed it’s way back into him, attempting once again to infect and plague his consciousness. Somehow, no matter how many times his master fended it off, it always came back.

With his deep, puppy-dog eyes Malak pouted up to the vampire sitting over him, silently pleading for something to satiate his hurt.

“Something troubling you?” She scritched behind his ear as he nodded sorrowfully. “How silly. A stupid thing like you shouldn’t have any worries.” Again, he nodded in agreement.

She grinned, slightly twisted, moisture still coating his chin. “How about another treat?”

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[ghostlee]

LEE!ETHOSLAB LER!SMALLISHBEANS

I was craving lee!Etho and there’s literally none and I mean none, not a single post or anything abt lee!Etho so I did it myself.

If you know of any or make any pleaseeeeeee tag me in it I am hyperfixating and there’s absolutely no content of him hahah.

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Etho and Joel were in a boat together, Etho sat upfront and Joel was in the back.

They were just currently sitting in the boat in the grass, they were the boat boys after all and the best bonding time they found was in the boat with one another to just talk. Etho however was having none of that today and just wanted to mess around. The white haired Canadian laughed cheerfully as he jokingly leaned back against Joel smushing the other boy into the backrest on the boat.

“Hey! Ethoooo! You’re squishing me!!” Joel whined out as he squirmed around trying to get his arms out. As he struggled behind Etho he felt the man laughing in front of him.

“What was that I couldn’t quite hear youuu??” Etho giggled knowing his antics were getting under Joel’s skin.

“OHhh you little!” Joel said as he kept struggling, finally he got his arms free and tried to push Etho back up off him. The white haired boy caught onto his sudden freedom and let his body go lax as he did his best to not cooperate with Joel’s pushes whatsoever, continuing to flop against the other man.

Finally Joel had enough, he contemplated if Etho was ticklish or not, if he was it was almost a surefire victory for Joel. He was willing to take the risk. Joel let out a small war cry and dug his wiggling fingers into Etho sides.

Etho nearly jumped out of his skin as he shrieked and started struggling to get away. He tried leaning up off of Joel now that his sides were under a ticklish attack but Joel threw an arm over his chest pulling him back down onto him and used the other hand to squeeze his tummy with all 5 fingers.

“WHAHAIT NOHOHAHAHA!!” Etho yelped as he clawed at the front of the small wooden boat trying to get away from Joel. “I’m sohohorry plheehehehase!!” Etho yelled and laughed as he thrashed around trying to grab at Joel’s hand while he felt tears prick at his eyes, who knew he was this ticklish?

He continued trying to fend off his attacker as his stomach was under a ticklish siege. “Nohoahahah Johohohel pleahahase! Dohohont!!”

“Don’t what?? Doesn’t look like I’m doing anything.” Joel teased waiting for Etho to walk right into the trap.

“Tickehehehel meehehehe!” Etho managed through his giggles as Joel smirked, worked like a charm.

“Tickle you?? Alright Etho, all you had to do was ask!” Joel laughed knowing that would make Etho die twice over.

“NOOHAHAHAHA THAHAHATS NOT WHAHAHT I MEAHANT AND YOU KNOW ITTT!” Etho screamed as he squirmed and kicked around trying to get free.

“NOHOHOT THEHEEHERE!!” Etho screeched when Joel went up to his ribs and scratched around.

“No can do Effo! You messed with me and this is the payback!” Joel giggled as he continued to scribble his fingers over Ethos ribs. He used the hand holding Etho to quickly grab one of the oars and click it into place in front of Etho to keep him pinned down onto Joel’s chest, effectively trapping the sneaky little arctic fox hybrid with him.

Joel was now able to resume using both hands to snake themselves up under Ethos shirt and scribble at the soft ticklish skin underneath. “Tickle tickle tickle Effoooo” Joel teased as he used his finger nails to quickly skitter over Ethos bare stomach.

“PLEHAHAHSEE!! IT TICKLES SO BAD!!” Etho screamed as he kicked his feet uselessly.

“Maybe you should’ve thought about that before squishing me into the boat.” Joel smirked watching his best friend lose his mind over some tickles.

Etho tried desperately to grab at Joel’s hands to stop the onslaught but it only resulted in Joel once again reaching back up with one arm to grab both of Ethos wrists smoothly in one hand and hold them together to Ethos chest.

He then resumed the tickle attack with his free hand as it roamed around Ethos tummy looking for its prize.

Joels finger finally found the little crevice of Ethos belly button as he skated it teasingly over the edge. “Uhh ohhh what is this??” Joel asked in feigned confusion as his index finger got closer to the small ticklish spot.

“NOno haHahah wait!! Nohohohot thehehere plehehease!” Etho cried out as he sucked in breathes of air carefully watching his stomach as Joel’s hand glided effortlessly under his shirt. Etho not being able to see under the shirt to see where the offending finger was drove him mad as he squirmed and struggled in Joel’s firm grip.

“There is iss!” Joel cheered as he dipped his finger into Ethos belly button, swirling his index finger around in little circles and then switching back and fourth between skritching his finger teasingly in the little belly button snd wiggling it around.

Etho screeched a long loud yelp of ticklish laughter as he threw his head back onto Joel’s right shoulder and just laughed his heart out.

“NOAHAHHAHAHAHAA PLEHEHEASE NOOOOO! IM SOHOHORRY!!” He pleaded stomping his feet on the grassy ground in front of the boat as he just laid there against Joel continuing to laugh and laugh.

Joel had a few more minutes of fun tickling the life out of Etho as he slowed his tickling to a stop, just lightly rubbing comforting circles over Ethos stomach. He let the man catch his breath and removed the oar from in front of Etho. “That’ll teach ya not to mess with the great Joel!!” He laughed and patted Etho on the belly playfully.

“I deserved that… well played Joel.. well played.” Etho sighed out with a laugh before slowly pushing himself up out of the boat. “Watch your back though-“ Etho said and watched as Joel’s eyes widened.

“Yeah whatever you say Etho, I know how ticklish you are now. I’d like to see you try.” Joel teased back as he also pushed himself out of the boat.

It would be a long week of the boat boys constantly trying to one up each other with tickles.

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Tyty that’s all, it’s short and cute, hope you enjoyed.