#where do y'all think their tickle spots are?

[ticklykisses]

i feel like between matthew and gideon, matthew is def the more ler-leaning of the two. but gideon can be quite a sinister tickler himself when tables turn. i am so so normal about the idea of matthew insulting him saying, "god you're so fucking annoying" and gideon replies, "aww thanks <3" as he scribbles his weakest spots relentlessly and matthew can't help but howl laughing

[camryn-haitani]

omgg heyy so i binge read all of your writings and like im speechless.. like holy crap. but like youre legt so talented, so i was thinking if you could maybe like write about sam golbach hearing colby and I from the other room doing some nasty.. and like he cant help and after we finish he wants to recreate it?? i hope u unferstand what im yapping abt here.. anyways once i LOVE you work !! <3

YES OFC

it's like you're in my mind

I hope you like this <3

you sound heavenly, doll

Sam and Colby x FemReader

you and Colby start to get nasty in y'all's shared room. Sam decides to surprise Colby by coming by y'all's house all while he hears y'all and he can't help but make you sound like that too.

TW: SMUT, cursing, masturbating (Sam), p in v sex, name calling (darling, love, sugar, baby, princess, slut), smelling (colbys smells you a few times), fingering (fem receiving), unprotected sex, pussy eating, slapping (thighs, pussy, face), squirting, crying, hair pulling

I'm sorry if this is a lil short

"fuck, colby!" his cock is hitting your sweet spot over and over. he can't help it, you feel so good wrapped around him.

"I know, darling. just a lil more, I promise." colbys head in your neck, breathing in your scent. he can't get enough. whatever perfume, deodorant, body wash you use, keep using it because he loves it.

"c-cumm-ing" you manage to let out in breaths. all while Colby keeps hitting your spot over and over and over. he knows exactly where it is, he just loves to tease you, acting like he doesn't.

"cum with me, darling. take all of it, take all of me." the words flow right out as your walls flutter around him.

you both calm down from your high as Colby goes to get a washcloth to clean you both.

"imma go get some dinner for tonight, I'll be back soon, love." he kisses your temple and leaves.

you roll over and scroll through social media until you hear a knock on your door. still being sore from Colby, you wobble your way over to the door to open it.

"oh... hi Sam. what's up?" you ask him.

he brings you in for a hug. you, of course, hug him back. he trails his hands down to the fat of your ass. "you sounded heavenly, darlin'." he says in your neck, tickling your ear.

Earlier

the sound of Sam's fist hitting against his balls match with the pace colbys fucking you at. Sam angles his hand more upward to create the illusion he's actually fucking you.

"fuck y/n.... you feel so good." he throws his head back as he came on his chest and stomach. he had been teasing himself ever since you and Colby started. palming himself through his jeans, only fisting the top of his leaking cock, even going so painfully slow. sam couldn't take it anymore.

Now

you've been standing for a good minute and the more you do, the more your legs get weak. Sam feels your weight shift and he gets an idea.

"jump, doll." he orders. you nod as you jump with your remaining strength. Sam's hands still on your ass as he walks you over to your bed.

"been waiting for this, sugar. bet you taste like it too." he squeezes your thighs then gives them a slap. you pull up your legs to spread them even more.

"god you look divine, baby" he licks a fat stripe up your pussy. your hands immediately find a way into his hair. your thighs subconsciously close but Sam pulls away and gives your cunt a warning slap.

"keep them open darling, I need to taste all of you." Sam dove his tongue back into your wet hole.

the knot in your stomach begins to unfold and he could tell, so he pulls away.

"w-what no no no no, Sam please." you beg.

"I don't think so, princess. want you to cum hard on my cock. can you do that for me , sweet thing?"

you nod but you felt a sharp sting on your cheek. you moan at the contact and sam gripped your chin to make you look at him.

"I want words, slut. now answer me properly." he doesn't let go until you answer him.

"yes! 'm sorry!"

Sam's fingers circle ever so slowly on your clit. he coat his two middle fingers with your slick and his spit and push them past your dripping walls. Sam moved his fingers so fast, you never had time to speak. only little squeaks everytime his fingertips hit that special spot in you. with everytime he pushed them back in, your thighs ripple every time his knuckles hit your skin.

"sa-! 'm gon-! cum!" he didn't react in enough time when he felt warm liquids coat his stomach.

"fuck, doll... do that again for me, ok?" he pulls his fingers out and aligns his cock with your pussy. he pushes past your ring of muscle, Sam restrains himself from pushing all of himself in and fucking you. but he knew you need to adjust to him.

you give the nod of approval to continue, and he did just that. he gets to the base and pulls back out just to push back in.

he can finally start going faster when your little pained whimpers turn into moans.

"fuck, your doing so good for me, aren't you doll?" his head hung in your shoulder.

"yes! doing so good for you." when he out his head down, he reached an angle that he didn't hit before. that knot in your stomach came a little too early than you wanted it to but you didn't mind.

"sa-m cu- cum-ing 'gain" you somehow managed to get out. the same feeling on Sam's stomach appeared again but he didn't stop. you were soo sensitive that tears started to form in the corners of your eyes.

"I know darling, just a little more for me." Sam muffled in your shoulder.

"fuck, pull my hair y/n." and you did just that. you grabbed a handful of his blonde hair and tugged. he let out the most erotic moan you've ever heard.

"shit lemme cum inside you please?" his 'please' came out higher than the rest of his words.

"please! Sam cum in me, please please please!"

he gets himself up and pushed himself a few more times to make sure it's not coming out. he slides his cock out of you and goes to clean y'all up.

you hear the door unlock and bags being set down on the counter. the footsteps come closer to your room. your sprawled out on your bed, tears down your pretty cheeks along with a red spot from Sam, legs twitching, and pussy leaking with Sam's cum. Colby opens the door and basks in your position.

"I see y'all had some fun."

all you do is whine as they both laugh.

[giggly-squiggily]

I SO Let You Win! (Windbreaker)

*kicks door in* BANG! WINDBREAKER! :D I wrote this for the amazing @intheticklecloset, and now I get to share it with y'all! :D I hope y'all like it! :D

Summary: Sakura attempts to tickle Suo. It goes exactly how you'd think.

Like breaking the thin layer of ice covering a river, the first strike was all Sakura needed.

“Boink.” His fingers were fast and swift, scribbling into Suo’s neck and ears with little warning- making the eyepatched teen jerk and shudder. “Gotcha now, sucker!”

“Gehehehe! Oh you stop that!” Suo twisted around, grabbing onto Sakura’s wrist faster than expected. “You find one tickle spot on me and that’s all you ever go for! Where’s your creativity?”

“Blah- I’m totally creative! I just prefer to go for the easiest route.” Sakura tugged at Suo’s grip, but it was unflinchingly strong. “Besides, it’s the one spot I know that makes you giggle like a toddler!”

Suo’s devious smile intensified, sending shivers down the heterochromatic teen’s spine. Maybe the toddler comparison was too much. “Hey, let me go. You’re hurting me.”

“As if. I’ve seen you fight Sakura- your pain tolerance is not this low.” Suo’s grip did loosen despite his words, yet still held on. Sakura wasn’t going anywhere.

“Fine- let me go then! What the hell am I gonna do if my wrist goes limp?”

“It’d make a fun weapon to smack someone.”

“What are you- whoa!” When did Suo get so close? His face was heating up, much to his embarrassment. Between the hand placement and the fact he blushed so easily, people were gonna get the wrong idea. “Back up, I’m not looking for a boyfriend!”

“I’m not offering- but I am looking for revenge.” Suo’s scary gentleman face came out, sealing Sakura’s fate. “Care to volunteer?”

“Get back you son of a- Gehahahhahaha! N-Nohoohohoho!” Sakura tried twisting to run, but Suo was quick. In a flash, he had Sakura flat on his face in the ground below, sitting on his butt as he dragged his fingers ever so slowly down his sides. “Nohohoo fhahahair! Yohohou chahahan’t uhuhuhuse fihihihighting mohohohves!”

“What? Sorry, I can’t hear you over your adorable giggle fits.” Suo cooed down at him, relishing the red filling Sakura’s ears. “You blush so easily! I think the name “Sakura” fits you well, wouldn’t you say?”

Sakura was gonna punch him. He was gonna pull some sick moves that leave the one eyed bastard speechless as he sent him flying! He was gonna do it, damn it-

Suo dug into the spot along his upper ribs, making him screech and collapse, arms shooting down to his sides in a failed attempt to block him out. “Nohohohohoho dahahahahaham yooohhohohu!”

“Aww, does it tickle that bad?” Suo cooed sweetly, grinning from ear to ear at his victim’s thrashes and shrieks. “Hey Sakura- what’s black and white and red all over?”

“NOHOHOT THAHHAHT NOHOHOT THAHAHHAT SUHUHUO NOHOHOHOO!” Fingers in his armpits nearly took Sakura’s lungs from him, his voice thinning from how hard he was laughing. “NOHOHOOT THEHEHEHEHRE!”

“Nope, that’s not the answer I’m looking for!” He brought his hands back to Sakura’s lower set of ribs, getting a similar be it not nearly as intense reaction. “Come on- you know the answer, Sakura! Think about it!”

“Hohohohow cahahahn I thihiihihnk, yoohohohu bahahahstahahhahrd! Gehahahhaa I’m gohohoohnna brehahahahak yooohohohour fhahahhahace!” Sakura twisted, and with some luck, he managed to get on his back! Success! “Gohohohot yoohohu nohohow-EHEHEK!”

“Do you?” Suo immediately attacked his stomach, pushing up his t-shirt for maximum tickly access. “Do you really? Truly? Cause to me, it looks like you wanted some tummy tickles, isn’t that right? Huh? Is it?” He made kissy noises at Sakura just to see how red he’d get. To his delight, it was very red. “You’re enjoying this too much to make me stop, huh?”

“Gohoohohoho droohohohohp ohohohohoff theheheh fahhahace of the ehehhahahhrth, yoohohohu sohoohohn of a bihih-EHEHEHEHEHEHH!” Sakura lost his voice for a second, too lost in laughter. They both knew his limit was approaching, it was only a matter of who’d give up first.

That answer came faster than planned. Sakura shot his hand up and grabbed onto Suo’s wrist just as the other boy relented, gasping for air at the abrupt stop of tickling. “Gehahaha..hahahahaha..hehehee…heheeee…Wahahait, whahhait hohohld oohohn..”

“Hold on? You don’t want me to stop” Suo smirked, nodding at the hand grabbing him. “One would think that’s what you meant if you’re not careful.”

Sakura would have gone redder if it was physically possible. He felt lightheaded- was it from the blood in his face or the tickling? Lack of air maybe? “Ugh, yohohu suck!”

“Mmhmm.” Grinning, Suo properly pulled his hands back, watching the other catch his breath from his perch. “So.”

“So?”

“Did you get what you wanted?” Suo smirked, watching Sakura process what he was asking. “Surely you didn’t come over to tickle me just because.”

“Huh? What- you think I wanted you to ti- to- Shut UP!” Sakura flipped, shoving Suo off of him as he sprang to his feet, ready to fight. “That’s just your eyepatch strap! It’s too tight, making you think stupid things! And I- I so let you do that!”

“Oh really?” Suo looked utterly amused, making Sakura flare up.

“YEAH! Yeah- I pitied you and let you get me! So there! You’re welcome!” Sakura turned on his feet, ears red again. “Next time I won’t be so nice!”

“Pfft-” Suo’s snort made him twist with a glare, watching the other half bent over as he waved him off. “Oohoho! How kihihnd! You’re so ni-heeeeeeeeeeh!”

Sakura flipped him off, twisting to hide his smile as Suo laughed harder. It wasn’t tickling, but hearing him lose it felt like a victory in itself.

He’d take it.

Thanks for reading!

[savnofilter]

Bakugo w/ Quiet!S/O HCs

          Pro Hero!Katsuki Bakugo x [GN]Reader

CONTENT WARNING(S): sfw, fluff, reader has no specified profession, bumped into each other and person B picks up papers for Y person trope, strangers -> friends -> lovers (established relationship).

COUNT: 600 words.

I/B: i wanna show you my challenge LMAOO

READ MORE: masterlist + [students | bakugo masterlist]

A/N: ahhh i loved doing this rec lol. i couldnt come up with a specific job for reader sjejeje IM SORRY. i keep doing the same ones over and over too. 😭🙏🏽 so it's left undecided. it's not that serious but im mentioning it anyways lol. AND I KID YALL NOT, THINKING ABOUT THAT TIKTOK IS WHAT INSPIRED ME TO WRITE THIS LMAOSNSNMESK. anyways thank you, anon! ☠️

most people would think that you two wouldn't go or be together… but y'all together real bad. like real mf bad.

the one thing about you two is that he can understand you without you having to say anything.

this inclination to understand what you're thinking is what helped you bond.

it started off with him literally being like,

"Watch where you're going, what's wrong with you???"

You gave an apologetic look, one close to tears as his outburst startled you greatly. You were already late for a meeting and now you were being yelled at. On top of that, this awful interaction had just caused you to drop all your papers that were needed for your job.

You mutter an apology and kneel down to pick up the scattered papers. Bakugo lifts his brow as he watches you scramble and sighs a cuss under his breath at how passive you are. He begrudgingly bends down to start helping you pick up your stuff, feeling bad for his upfront behavior. He's much quicker than you probably because he mixed up the papers around, but he stands back and fixes them into a pile, looking down at your gaping expression at his aggressive niceness.

"Get your shit, c'mon."

You nod and frantically collect your stuff as you stand, pointing in the direction you need to go whilst he holds your stuff for you.

you're the type of person who has to get close to talk to people, (cough) ex; weather report (cough).

after Bakugo being intrigued about your—let's be real—odd way of communicating, you two became friends and it was inevitable that you two would start dating.

Bakugo would never admit it but he liked the fact that you so close to him to talk wksksksks like it's such a weak spot for him.

+ prefers to keep you close anyways.

he knows that you're pretty freaking smart since he did some snooping around when you first became friends to know more 'bout you.

+ because y'know…. you're that much of a talker lol. 😭

your answers were usually short and sweet and there were rarely times where your voice would inflict and you could ramble about something you were passionate about.

since you two weren't in the same careers although the same field, you had a lot of well rounded-ness about you.

one of the days when you accompanied him to the gym, he jokingly challenged you to spar with him, even going as far to pick you up and bring you to the mat.

he had given you an onslaught of tickles, one that had you giggling and playfully pushing him away until it was tew much and you shoved him a little tew hard.

Bakugo was so stunned at how hard he had fell back on his own butt. that doesn't normally happen when he's not sparring with a fellow hero.

that day he left you be, but later on he'd tease and test you to see how much you were truly hiding.

of course he wasn't forcing you into situations you didn't want to be in, but he finds it so amusing of how much you can truly exert in strength being the twerp you are.

there's even a few times where he bribes you to lift heavy ass weights just to admire how strong you are lmaoo.

he's genuinely so into you that everything you do keeps him entertained.

never would he have guessed the quiet person he had never glanced at before could be so…. unique.

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[nocoffeeorbreakfast]

Retired Uzui Tengen...

I really thought I was past this. I really thought I was safe, but have y'all seen Tengen in his glorious retired state? I don't think I'm back, but who knows the brainrot is coming back with a vengeance.

*Pulls out of the attic and dusts off soapbox*

Picture it... You're training with retired Tengen in the darkest part of the woods. You can't see anything and you can only hope to trust your other instincts.

"What happens when you can't see your own hand in front of you? How do you attack?"

You can't see him. You're not even sure you heard where his voice came from. You hear the wind in the trees, but no hint as to where he is. You look side to side trying to spot him.

"At some point you have to move. You do plan to attack me at some point don't you?"

You turn your head in the direction of his voice when you feel his lips press against your ear from the other side.

"Or do you just plan to let me devour you without a fight?"

You gasp and turn towards him, but can see nothing. His strong hand wraps around around your waist, and you feel his lips graze your other ear.

"I think you want to be taken. Is that why you won't attack?"

He presses you against his body. You feel his arms wrap tightly around your back. His abs and chest pressed against your stomach and chest. You instinctively lean into his touch. As soon as you do, he's gone again. You stumble, searching for him, missing his touch before you really have a chance to enjoy it. You're still blind. Surrounded in darkness and unable to get your bearings. You take a step back and run into his hard body. His hand reaches for your hair and bends your head back. He leans in close to you. You feel his cheek slightly graze your jawline. You feel his wet tongue as he licks from the base of your neck to your ear. You feel his breath on your ear.

"You like the idea of being taken when you can't see where the attack is coming from, don't you? Love the idea of getting used and abused without being able to see who's doing it."

His fingers slip inside you. Filling you before you can question where they came from or when he made his way between your thighs. His lips still tickling your ear as he works his fingers in and out of you. You're panting and writhing against him, but he has a strong grip on your hair, and an even stronger grip holding you against him.

"That's what you want isn't it? You want to be taken in the darkness. Consumed when you're blind and only dependent on what you feel. and what you... hear."

When he says hear, he slides a third finger past your folds and you know you won't last long. He tightens his grip on your hair, forcing you into an arch, working his fingers furiously in and out of you. You're shaking, panting, gasping for air.

"And now you're going to come surrounded by darkness aren't you? Going to come all over these fingers that you can't see who they belong to. You're going to come in the dark woods, blind, panting, writhing against a shapeless voice."

"I... I know it's Lord Tengen."

"Do you now? Well aren't you a good girl?"

That breaks the dam and you do just as he says and come all over his fingers, blind to everything but his voice and touch. Wave after wave of pleasure rushing out of you. He waits until your body goes limp against his arm. He lets go of your hair and kisses your neck. He bites your ear and breathes into it.

"Hope you get your wits about you and find your way home."

And just like that, he's gone.

[ticklepinions]

Everytime I come back here I get a fun lil story!!!!

So! Where to even begin!???

My friend and I were having a sleep over and we are like really physically affectionate, so during our nightly cuddles they were rubbing my back. Next thing I know my back is arching and I let out a screech. So I'm there dumbfounded and my friend is obviously confused but pauses and says "oh did that tickle you?"

Ah! No! (Yes-) what caused me to uh squeal was my friend started "walking" their fingers up and down my spine- when I tell you that shit tickles like crazy-

Anyways!!!! You'd think today was better but NO! There was so. Much. Tickling. Idk what it was but my entire friend group must've been bitten by the tickle bug cause what even was today-

It started with one friend poking me- (while I was minding my own business btw!) and me retaliating. To then me subsequently getting chased (and if you know me you know I PANIK because I cannot stand being chased and I freeze and scream and all that fun stuff). Then getting my arms forcibly raised above my head while ANOTHER friend comes and pokes the living daylights out of my sides, stomach and ribs. All the while the rest of our friend group watched and one even recorded the ordeal- 😀😀😀😀😀😀

I swore my revenge so stay tuned I guess....

Oh!!!! You thought that was it!? HAHAHA. No!

There's more!

All in the same day!! My friends (like 5 of us altogether) are all hanging out and one of them throws their legs over my lap. Another friend comes up to us and starts doing the egg crack thingy to us. Yes it tickles me but not enough to make me really laugh. But my other friend! Oh boy he was already begging! The friend who pinned my arms in the above story suggested we tickle him. And tickle we did. I was in charge of holding a leg and tickling his stomach and sides. Y'all the laughter- the joy- it was just- words can't describe it actually. But imagine 4 of your friends holding you down and like tickling the shit out of you.

Long story short, I did get revenge on one of my friends and I got help pinning him down and just going to town with the tickles. The funniest thing is everyone was relying on me to know his tickle spots (yeah I'm the resident tickle monster please don't shame me 😔). He was acting all stoic and tough and claiming he's not ticklish. And he almost got away with it, I was poking and scribbling his ribs which would normally work but he held it in pretty well. But I knew under his arms/uppermost rib was a good spot. Once I got there- his facade dropped instantly. He genuinely burst out in surprised laughter and started flailing everywhere. We even challenged him to 20 seconds of tickling- which he agreed to!?!? I was trying to tickle his ankles and unprompted he's like "feet are my most ticklish spot". Thank you. You sweet friend o mine for revealing that info. With permission I took his shoe off and started tickling. He scrunched his eyes, turning redder every second but the minute I reached his toes he was cackling again.

And that pretty much was it- my favourite part aside from the tickles was just the consent, trust and mutual respect we all had for each other. Once someone said stop we did. We gave them breaks and time to catch their breaths. We made sure we weren't hurting them or making people uncomfortable by holding them down, like it was just so great to see???? Like wow basic human decency exists?!!! And in MY friend group? Chefs kiss dawg, sloppy style.

[wheneclipsefalls]

I feel rather excited for the alpha neteyam x beta reader, can we have a little sneak peak?

Absolutely! This alpha neteyam request has a beautiful story which has led to it being ove thirty pages and counting haha😅 I will warn y'all now, this fic is going to have a lot of angst. Luckily there is some good fluff and smut to make it all better🥰

Sneak Peak of "Withered" (coming soon)

unedited

“Neteyam, what are you doing? I thou-”

“Where are you injured?” You twitched when he reached a hand out to inspect your flicking tail too. Confusion swarmed within you. You had sputtered and struggled to put together a full sentence.

“It has been three days, Tanhi. I blew one day off as exhaustion or a fluke and the second as pure coincidence but surely only an injury would keep you away from the hunt for three days.” His eyes finally met yours again when there was no wound to be found. His tall frame had towered over yours as he reached out to cup your cheek. 

That familiar warmth and adoration you had for him had returned within an instant. 

You stepped back, successfully out of his grasp.

“I’m fine.” You replied simply. 

His tail swatted in the humid air and those golden orbs had squinted into slits. The focused attention of that look full of suspicion was enough to hold you down to your spot. You swallowed the lump in your throat and as you tried desperately to keep the fidgeting at bay. It was one of the few times you were grateful to be beta because surely an omega would shrivel under the pressure of his looming presence. 

“I don’t like when you lie to me, Tahni. Now tell me why I’ve had to go without my little star for three whole days.” Neteyam placed his hands sternly upon his hips, ears twitching forward as if preparing to take in your explanation. An explanation that you felt could not be shared. Doing so was bound to undermine your plans, completely destroying the efforts that had been made. 

���The group seems to be more than sufficient without my guidance.” You don’t dare to meet his eyes, your own orbs trained at the ground instead. In a moment’s notice his sculpted body is once again inches away from yours. His warmth came off of him in waves, along with the heady aura of alpha pheromones. 

You couldn’t hold back the shiver that ran down your spine when he placed heavy hands on your shoulders and bent over your frame till you could feel his calm breath against your ear. Neteyam’s tail wrapped around your thigh. A part of your brain told you to run, understanding that alluring danger that awaited you, while the other yearned to curl up against his impressive physique. 

You couldn’t understand how any omega managed to be around this male without completely dropping to their knees.

Suddenly you had some sympathy for the girls that had always fawned over him. 

“Tell me the truth, sevin.” The heated words tickled at your ears and made your heart skip a beat. It was foolish to think that there was any chance of lying to Neteyam, the mighty warrior that walked with the confidence of the supernatural. 

So you did.

You had scrambled to messily explain how it would be best if the two of you spent less time together. Unfortunately this unrehearsed synopsis included an approach that painted yourself as the foolish beta with a crush on the Omatikaya prince and therefore unable to handle herself around him. It was not the perspective you had hoped for, but it was the only one that could have been presented in your state of jumbled thought. 

Neteyam shook his head, an almost fond smile upon his lips. 

“Tahni, you really do not like to make things easy for me.” A bitter laugh escaped his throat. The sound put you slightly on edge but there was no trace of anger in his expression. Amusement was easily perceivable in the raise of his hairless eyebrows. He had taken your humiliating and pathetic explanation in stride, in fact, he had found humor in it. 

“I thought I’ve made myself clear.” You were swooped into the encirclement of his arms in one quick motion. You squeaked and braced yourself against the warm muscles of his abdomen. “You are the mate I seek.” 

His words had thrown you into a spiral, your heartstrings plucking into rhythms of heightened emotion. It was almost too much to take in. A part of you still found security in denying these bold claims but there had been too much evidence at that point. Neteyam Sully had in fact been courting you. 

His head lowered, nuzzling at your face until you finally looked up at him. Your lips were only a breath apart. 

“If you’ll have me.” Neteyam whispered. 

This little snippet is subject to small changes.

Thank you to the anon that requested this one shot (hopefully you know i'm talking about you😚). Writing this has been so fun and also very emotional. I can't wait to finally finish and have everyone see it <3

[keep-the-wolves-close]

Steady Heart

Chapter 22: Take it out on me

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: NSFW, language, unprotected p in v sex, fingering, blowjob, oral, squirting, spanking, creampie

* Word count: 5,523ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all

Special mention: @lexixstewart & @deanscroissant and the friends who don’t have tumblr for giving this a look see as well!

Author's note: Let's goooooooo! I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well! Also I just realized this is a heavy smut chapter 😅. Hope y’all enjoy it! It chills out after this lol. I promise lol.

Stella moved around and got comfortable with a quiet groan. She tucked herself back into the solid form behind her and breathed deep, falling back into sleep. Kayce noticed the movement and was quickly reminded of the night before with his best friend behind his closed eyes. He had been awake for some time now, enjoying the peace that came over him in the quietness of Stella’s bedroom.

He opened his eyes and maneuvered himself to be able to look down at her. She faced away from him, but they didn’t stop him from his inspection. She looked beautiful. His marks along her tanned skin from being out in the sun made him smirk and his dick started to stir. Her hair tie was fighting for its life to hold on to the hair that had slipped out during their romp in the sheets.

If he was honest with himself, he was speechless. They’d gotten close to this when they were younger and fooling around, but it was always interrupted. Wrong place at the wrong time, he always told himself.

Now however, they were older. Unattached. He needed to drown in something that wasn’t going to judge him or think he was dangerous. He needed someone that had always been there and never turned away. In the past he would have said Monica without a doubt in his mind. As of her decision to leave him and take their son with her, Kayce was second guessing how true that actually was.

Stella had always been there for him. She always had his back. She even stood up to his father for him. More than once. He couldn’t believe he had been so blind. He placed a kiss on her shoulder. In response she turned to face him. She moved around to find a comfortable spot on her ear. He smiled at the action. He reached his hand out to touch her side and softly trace the doe tattoo there.

“That tickles.” Stella’s sleepy, muffled voice floated up from between them. “You know how I feel about soft touches.” She groaned, wiggling around and scratching her eye before opening them.

When her brown eyes met his, Kayce chuckled low in his throat. He in fact did know that Stella always said, ‘if you’re gonna touch me, just touch me.’ She had never been a soft woman in that regard. “Yeah yeah.” He grabbed her shoulder from behind and pulled her close and kissed her forehead.

Stella repositioned her head and draped an arm over his side. She rubbed back and forth in a relaxing motion. It would have been if his cock wasn’t waking up to her being pushed up against him, naked. “What time is it?” She asked lazily.

“I have no idea actually.” He looked at the light coming in the window. “Looks early still.”

“I don’t even know where my phone is.” Stella scrunched her face up. “I actually don’t know where a lot of shit is at the moment.” They laid in comfortable silence. Both of them thought of what the hell they’d gotten themselves into with this. Stella would be a fool to not admit she hadn’t fantasized about this exact thing happening a time or two.

“We’ve got a full day.” She sounded annoyed.

“We do, but not for a little while.”

“So we don’t have to face reality just yet?” She stretched her hand out on his side.

“We’ve got time.”

She paused, feeling his slowly growing erection against her inner thigh. “I think I like how your mind works, Kayce Dutton.” She smirked.

Kayce leaned toward her. He pulled her hair tie the rest of the way off with his free hand. “Is that right?” He questioned smugly. Running his fingers through her hair, he secured his hand on the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss.

A small sigh of contentment escaped from Stella. Her leg raised and she hooked it across his hip as if it was second nature to her to open herself up to him. Kayce ran his hand down her side and placed his hand on her behind. They never broke contact, mouths battling for dominance. He propped his foot up to keep her leg on his thigh.

With her spread open, it was convenient for him to reach down and sink his fingers into her wet cunt. His fingers came back out coated in her slick. He ran his middle finger around her clit and she broke free of his lips to let out a low moan. His skillful fingers traced a pattern back down to her opening and dove back in. This time he curled them in a rhythmic pattern, middle finger leading the way, and tapped the front wall of her vagina.

With one hand on his chest and one on his side, Stella gripped him tight. “Fuck,” she huffed out.

“That’s it, baby.” Kayce coaxed her. “Give it to me.” He curled his middle finger inside her and brought his thumb to her clit, massaging them in time.

“Oh god, Kayce.” Stella pushed on his chest moving her center closer to him.

He felt her pussy start to twitch around his fingers. He rapidly pulled his hand away. Stella let out a disappointed sound. They locked eyes and there was a gleam in Stella’s, that on any other day would have Kayce telling people to run for the hills.

Stella quickly detangled herself from his limbs and sat up. She ran a hand through her hair, tossing it to the side. Gently she pushed Kayce’s leg down. She let her hands explore his hips in the soft morning light. His cock standing at full attention in her face. She looked up at him through hooded eyes and licked her hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock.

Kayce let out a hiss through his teeth. “You wouldn’t.”

Stella hummed. “Oh but baby, I would.” She leaned over him fully and enveloped his dick with her mouth. She went down as far as she could without choking herself. Kayce moaned and his eyes fluttered shut for a split second before he snapped them back open, wanting to see the magic happen. Stella swirled her tongue around just above her hand and pulled back, bringing her hand up to his swollen head.

“Fuck,” Kayce dragged the syllable out. He reached out and tucked his hand in her hair as she slid her mouth back down on him further this time. She braced her hands on his hips and went as far as she could. She felt her throat close and Kayce held her mouth on him for a few seconds before allowing her to pop back up for air. She went back to using her mouth and hand in tandem. She brushed against his balls and he shot up causing her to jump back.

He leaned back against her headboard and waved her to his lap. “Now.”

Stella was more than happy to follow the order. She crawled over to him, put her knee next to his hip and hiked the other leg over. Kayce reached down and grabbed his twitching cock and ran it between her folds. She was posted up just high enough that his head could touch her. “Sit down.”

Stella placed her hands on his shoulders. She leaned in to kiss him as she sheathed his cock fully in her wet cunt. They relished in the feeling, both full in different ways. She lifted her head and they locked eyes. Kayce grabbed her hips and slowly started to grind her center onto his. She followed his pattern and took over the work. Kayce licked his finger tips and placed his hand between them, reaching for her clit all while keeping her gaze.

“Shit, Kace.”

“Yeah Stell, I know.” He panted. “Take it.” With his blessing Stella started riding him. He helped her hips hitch up and let gravity slam her back onto him. Each time he connected, Stella let out a moan. Her head flung back and she reached up to play with her nipples, lost in the feeling of him.

“Oh fuck me Kayce,” she gasped.

He sat up and wrapped his arms around her. He twisted them and pinned her underneath him. Leaning down to kiss her, he readjusted his hips. His pace started slow, but picked up momentum as the minutes went by.

He straightened one of her legs out, but kept the other against his chest. “Oh fuck, Stella.”

“Yes Kayce, oh fuck yes. Please please please,” she pleaded breathlessly. “You’re so deep, oh fuck.”

Their hips slammed together at an outrageous pace. The wet slapping noise just edged both of them further. Stella reached down to pet her clit and that caused her pussy to grip him tighter. “God damn it!” Kayce yelled. His cock drove into her erratically.

“Oh fuck,” Stella gripped him tight with her arms and held on for dear life. The orgasm started to rip through her and her breath left her completely. Kayce’s motion stuttered and she felt the hot come start to slip out of him. She moaned at the fullness. “Oh shit Kayce, yes!”

“Stella,” he choked on his own words, “christ. It’s still going.” He grunted from the effort of his orgasm.

Stella was blissed out from the sounds he made. She felt his load start to seep out of her as he continued to gyrate his hips into her. She encouraged him to keep going. “Fuck that’s it, baby.” She could feel a rebound orgasm creeping up. She gasped for air as the intensity gained traction. “Oh my fucking god,” her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned out Kayce’s name loudly. Her body convulsed as her orgasm ripped through her.

Kayce held onto her, guiding her through it. “That’s it baby. Come back to me.” When the twitching slowed for both of them Kayce released her other leg and he leaned down to her, softly touching her face. Stella finally opened her blurry eyes and Kayce was able to breathe again. “Welcome back. Was afraid I’d lost you.”

Stella laughed quietly. “I thought I almost lost too. Jesus Christ,” another laugh puffed out of her, “I think I blacked out.”

The pair laid there gazing at each other in the post coital glow. She would be content to lay her with him forever and forget the world. Stella grumbled at the thought of leaving the bed. “We should probably get cleaned up. We still gotta go get your dad.”

“And I’m immediately soft.”

Stella let out a hearty laugh and lightly hit his chest. “Shut the fuck up, Kayce.”

“You go clean up first. I’ll find my phone.” He gently directed her.

She gave him a mock salute and sat up, scooting to the edge of the bed. When her feet touched the floor, she stretched her arms upward. She winced in pain as her bruised ribs grounded her in reality. Kayce grabbed her attention.

“Hey.”

She turned to look over her shoulder at him. “Yes?”

He smirked. “Nothin’. I just wanted to look at you before you walked away.”

Stella rolled her eyes and laughed. She turned away feeling her cheeks heat up, not used to the attention from him in this manner. “I’m gonna grab a quick shower.” Wandering around her room, naked and glowing, she picked out clothes. She picked up her glasses that she’d thrown haphazardly the night before. Stopping in the doorway she looked back at her best friend. “Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone, ya hear?” They shared a laugh and she waltzed away.

Once in the bathroom, she flicked on the light ready to survey the damage. Her hair was wild and her cheeks and chest were rosy. There were traces of Kayce all along her chest and neck. More specifically her shoulder. ‘That’s definitely gonna bruise up. Shit.’

She turned on the shower and while the shower was heating up, she brushed her hair out. She tested the water and hopped in, taking care to wash the sensitive bits and make sure everything was cleaned out properly. Especially after this morning's turn of events.

True to her word, she only took about 10 minutes. Once out, she toweled off and got dressed. Coming out of the bathroom she was met by Kayce at the top of the stairs. His eyes dropped to her shoulder and back up.

“Am I witnessing Kayce Dutton blushing?” Stella teased. “It’s fine, I’m gonna have my coat on anyhow. And I have a hoodie for later.”

He silently tried to get his panic to slow down. “My dad’s ready.”

“Well let’s go then.”

Kayce swung the truck around to the front door of the hospital. John was already walking out. Stella went to reach for the truck door to hop out, but John beat her to it.

“Stella?” John looked between his son and his son's best friend. Something was different. He squinted in suspicion.

She grinned sheepishly at him. “Hi sir.” Stella figured he must not have remembered that she had been with Kayce last night. John backed up a few steps to let her hop out. “You were much quicker on the draw than I expected.”

He smiled at her. “Gotta keep you on your toes, kid.” She slid out of the truck and onto her feet. Secretly standing behind John just long enough to make sure he didn’t fall getting in.

“I think you’ve done enough of that over the last few days.” She laughed. Kayce and her made eye contact around his dad’s head. Kayce subtly nodded his thanks. Stella smiled, shutting the door behind John and opened the back door to hop in.

Things were quiet for a while. Stella watched Montana zip past through the window. John squirmed in his seat and groaned. He cleared his throat. “So Stella, did my son force you to come along?”

Stella and Kayce looked at each other through the rear view mirror. “No. I came with him from the jump yesterday. Well, I got his truck and then I met him at the hospital because he went with you obviously.” She moved her gaze to stare at John's headrest.

“And you sat with him?”

“Yeah?” Stella tilted her head. Not sure what he was getting at. She shrugged as if he could see her and continued. “Then I took him back to my house to let him get some rest like you asked. Since it’s a little closer than the ranch. And well here we are.” There was gruff, but quiet ‘thank you,’ from the front seat. She chuckled. “It’s no problem, sir.” John grumbled at her. “John,” she corrected, remembering he wanted her to call him that. It was hard to get used to.

John was ticking off things he noticed between the duo. Longer looks, Stella had a permanent flush across her cheeks. Something had definitely changed. John went back to moving around and groaned every so often. Kayce and Stella glanced at each other before Kayce asked, “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m alright. It just hurts to sit.”

Stella felt the truck swing and hit a pothole. She gave Kayce a sharp look in the mirror.

“Sorry. Didn’t see that one.” Kayce mumbled. The vehicle swerved again and hit another one. Stella cleared her throat. Kayce looked at her in the mirror.

“Jesus, son. Are you aimin’ for ‘em??”

Kayce had enough. “If you know a smoother way back, let me know and I’ll take it!”

“Just,” John decided what he wanted to say. He pointed up ahead. “Pull over right here.”

Kayce abruptly moved the truck and pulled over next to an open gate. John’s door flew open and he slid out as quickly as he could. Kayce leaned his head back against his headrest. “Fuck.”

Stella leaned up in between the seats and propped her elbows on them. She mumbled softly, “you were definitely hitting them on purpose.” Stella poked his shoulder. “Why?”

“I dunno, Stell.”

“You’re upset. I get it,” she sighed, “but maybe a conversation instead of causing him physical pain would have been better?”

“Not with him. Especially when his mind is made up. You know that.”

“Unfortunately I do. Go talk to him. I’ll stay back here.” Stella gave his arm a squeeze and sat back.

Kayce got out of the truck and slowly followed after John. They heard Stella prop her door open. She was being nosy, but only to make sure if it escalated she could jump in.

“Maybe it’s a little soon to come home?” Kayce asked his dad.

“Yeah well I could say the same to you.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means you don’t fight, Kayce. Understand me? If wranglers get worked over, then wranglers handle it.” John coached.

“How am I supposed to sleep in the same room with men I won’t defend?”

“You aren’t.” John heaved a breath as he tried to regulate the pain. “I’m gonna fix that problem too.” He walked farther forward. Stella’s eyebrows scrunched together.

“What, you gonna walk home now? I don’t even know who’s field this is.”

“Me neither.” John chuckled humorlessly. “10 years ago I did. I think I finally, finally understand you son.”

“Yeah, well if you wanna explain me to me, I’m all ears.” Kayce tossed his arms outward.

“You know, there’s being scared to die, son, and knowing it’s coming. When you know it’s coming, tomorrow stops factoring into your decisions because you know you’re never gonna see it. Then you, then you live. And you realize you ain’t dead, and you’re not gonna die. And now you gotta face all of them decisions you made. And outta all of that, you gotta figure out how to let yourself start living again.” John advised.

“I don’t know how to do that.”

John laughed. “Yeah. Well. Shit I don’t know.” He softened his harsh tone. “I don’t know. But we’ll figure it out.” He wheeled around to go back to the truck.

John observed Stella’s door propped open with her foot and watched her lazily scroll through her phone. He stopped short and glanced at Kayce. “Did something happen there?”

Kayce almost choked. “What?”

“You heard me.”

Kayce looked around. “I did, but what do you mean?” John glowered at his son. Kayce put his hands on his hips, looking at the ground. “No, nothing happened.” John grunted a response of not believing his son at all and moved to get into the truck.

The truck finally pulled into the long driveway to the ranch. It was a dreadfully silent drive after John and Kayce talked. Kayce slowed the truck down when he spotted Walker coming down the way with his bags in his hands.

Kayce rolled down his window all the way. “Where you headed?” Stella leaned up against the seats again to listen.

“I quit.” Walker stated simply.

“How come?” Stella asked.

“I’m a cowboy. And that’s all. You know what I mean?” Stella shook her head. She had felt bad he had been press gained into doing dirty work when he was just trying to turn his life around.

“You know that’s all we need from you.” Kayce explained.

“That’s not all you needed the other night.” Walker argued back.

“The other night won’t happen again.”

Walker scoffed. “You say that, then someone else says somethin’ different. Can’t figure out who runs this deal.”

John leaned toward Kayce’s window with a grunt feeling his stitches pull. “I run it. And he runs it. You don’t listen to nobody else. Head on back to the bunkhouse.” Walker glanced around, unsure of the mess he had gotten himself into. John prompted him again. “Head on back.” He paused, looking annoyed as ever. “Drop Stella off and take me to the house. We’re makin’ some changes.”

They drove up and around the bend and pulled to a stop outside the barn. Before Stella exited the vehicle she stared at Kayce questioningly. He shrugged, not too sure where his dad was going with any of this.

“I’ll be here when you’re done.” She let him know and slipped out of the truck. She looked at John through his window with a smile. “I’m glad you’re on the mend. If you need anything, holler.”

Up at the house, John had Kayce in his office. He pointed to the papers he laid out in front of him. “Alright just, uh, just sign these two at the bottom. I’ll have Beth fill them out.” He pulled a badge out of a box on his desk. “Here. That was Lee’s.”

“When do I start trainin’?” Kayce asked.

“Soon. But let’s, lets get this bunkhouse thing figured out first.” He looked down as Kayce walked off. “You haven’t mentioned her, Kayce.” John leaned up against his desk with a groan. “Not once. Or Tate. Or why you’re not with ‘em. And then all of a sudden there’s something different between you and Stella.”

“What’s talkin’ about it gonna do?” Kayce splayed his hands out and then slapped his thighs.

“It’d help you form a plan to get them back.” John advised.

“Plans not gonna change the way someone feels.”

“When Lee ran this place, he was honest, and he was fair with everyone. That’s what I need from you. But you can’t be that way with others, son, until you’re that way with yourself.” John gave him the suggestion.

“I miss ‘em.” Kayce admitted and teared up. There was a moment where he second guessed himself because of what happened between him and Stella. He knew he missed them. He knew he wanted his son around. Other than that he didn’t know what he truly wanted anymore.

“What happened?”

“You happened, dad. Then everything happened.”

John caught his son one more time before he left. “Kayce, send Rip up to the house.”

Coming down the hill he caught sight of Stella running in panic to the bunkhouse after Rip. Kayce shouted after her. “Stella! What’s wrong?”

“Rip is out for blood!” She yelled over her shoulder.

Both of them ran through the door. Stella yelled as she squeezed through Jake and Ryan, “make a hole!”

Kayce stomped forward grabbing Rip by the collar, holding him back from attacking Walker. “Hey wait! Rip! Come here!” Kayce groaned with the effort it took to hold Rip back. “My father wants to see you.” Rip tried to jump forward again. Kayce shook him. “Hey hey. Now.”

Stella stood back with everyone else as Rip stormed out. Lloyd had cornered her behind him in the kitchen in case things got bad. She placed herself next to him and asked, “what the hell jumped up his ass?”

“Walker was out of line today. Pulled a knife on Rip.”

“What?!”

“Yeah it was almost real bad.”

“Do y’all need anything?” Stella watched Kayce leave.

“No, other than Rip and Walker to not kill each other.”

Stella chuckled. “If I find the remedy to that, you’ll be the first person I call.”

Jimmy approached Stella. “You wanna watch football with us in a little while?”

She looked around and caught Avery’s eye. They shared a smile. Stella thought it sounded like a great idea. “You know what? Yes, I’d love to.” Ethan raised up from his spot on the couch. “I can grab a chair, Big E.”

“No, take my seat. It’s only right.”

Ethan didn’t talk much, but he was always so sweet to Stella. “Thank you.” She smiled at him and took the seat on the farthest end of the couch. Colby took the spot next to her, and Jimmy plopped himself on the opposite end of the couch. Her brother and Ethan took chairs at the back of the couch. Lloyd and Ethan sat at the table. Walker and Cowboy kept to themselves in the bunkroom.

Jimmy decided this was the time to ask a bunch of stupid questions that none of the guys felt like answering. Colby obliged him, but started to threaten Jimmy when he brought up Colby’s mom. Stella pulled both legs up onto the couch and got comfortable as Lloyd told them all to shut up. She giggled.

The door swung open wide and Rip came in with bags in his hands. He dumped them by the table and everyone got quiet. It was almost as quiet as when Avery showed up. He moved around the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. “The bobcats look good,” he muttered while looking at the tv.

Everything seemed to snap back to normal. Friendly conversation picked back up between everyone. Stella went over to Rip. He glanced up at her from his seat. “So what're you doin’ in here? With bags?”

His face hardened with a scowl. “Ask Kayce.”

Stella frowned and made a quiet exit from the bunkhouse. Taking a turn to the left, she rounded the corner and saw Kayce’s truck parked out in front of the lodge. Rip’s place. Her brows pulled together. She moved up to the door and pushed it open. Kayce was standing in the kitchen.

“Kayce what the fuck?”

“What’s wrong?”

“What’re you doing here and why is Rip in the bunkhouse?”

“It was my dad’s decision, Stella. Ain’t nothin’ I can do about it.” Kayce leaned back against the counter.

Stella’s eyes widened. She squinted at Kayce. Furious. “You could’ve said no!”

He raised his voice slightly. “I can’t do that when he wants me to learn how to run this place.”

“There are plenty of other out buildings you could’ve moved into! The trapper cabin, Lee’s cabin,” she listed. “Any of them, yet you chose the foreman’s cabin!”

“I didn’t choose it! My dad did! He made me foreman. And the foreman should stay in the foreman’s house.”

Stella’s mouth dropped open. “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ joking.”

“What?” Kayce stopped leaning on the counter. He felt a fight brewing. “You think I can’t do this? I watched my dad and grandpa do it from day one.”

“Kayce, that’s not what I’m saying. Don’t put words in my mouth. The part that bothers me is you knowingly helped kick a man out of a house he’s lived in forever and a day now. Just because your dad said so. How are you okay with that?!” She got up in his personal space. “You and I both know,” she poked his brand scar, “you’ve never listened to your father. Ever. And even when you have, it was barely.”

“I’m tired of fighting it, Stella. Everything has fallen apart. I have to build up from somewhere.”

She laughed out a scoff. “Wow. I never thought I would live to see the day that you turned belly up to your dad.”

He glared down at her. Everything his dad put into his head today ran through his mind all at once. His breathing picked up. He threw caution out the window and grabbed her head with lightning speed. Stella struggled against his chest, but didn’t try to break the kiss. Kayce pushed her backward and backed her up against the back of the couch.

Stella bit his bottom lip and he let out a growl. He released her face. She tried to start yelling again, but Kayce went in for the kill. He didn’t care that the door was unlocked, he didn’t care that the shades weren’t drawn and they were in clear view of anyone who might walk past. He needed her. Now.

Their mouths latched onto each other and they battled for the upper hand. Kayce reached down between them and undid her belt along with the button of her jeans.

Stella almost growled. “God damn it, Kayce.” She was so pissed at him, but intoxicated by him at the same time. She reached down to undo his shirt buttons. When she got to the second layer that was just a t-shirt, she groaned. “Why do you have to wear so many fuckin’ shirts?”

“To make you work for it, sugar.”

Stella rolled her eyes, but pulled the second shirt off of him. She trailed her hands from his shoulders, just to the top of his pants. “God I fuckin’ want you, but you piss me off,” she exhaled. He removed her shirt in one motion, her glasses got caught in her collar and went along with it.

He laughed. “I’ll make it up to you.”

He took her in, standing there full of rage and in her bra and unbuttoned pants. He loved the lace bralettes she wore, even though he’d only seen it in full once. They were attractive, but left enough to the imagination. He decided he wanted it to stay on. He carefully exposed her breasts. He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth. Stella propped her arms on the back of the sofa and threw her head back. Kayce’s tongue swirled patterns around her nipples one at a time. Since she was being a brat, he bit her nipple a little harder than he normally would.

Stella squealed. “Fuck!” She slapped his shoulder in reprimand.

While he was busy with her top half, she wiggled her hips enough so that her pants fell. She grabbed his pants by the buckle and hastily undid them. She slid her hand beneath the waistband of his underwear and wrapped her hand around his hard cock. It pulsed in her hand with his heartbeat. With a soft grip, she pumped him and felt him harden with her manipulation. She bit her lip. “Kayce, fuck me,” she requested.

Kayce didn’t need to be asked twice. He unlatched from her breasts and pivoted her around. He hoisted her up on the table. He instructed her, “lay back.” He brought her to the edge of the table and pulled her boyshorts off. This was the first real look he’d had of her. “Shit,” he panted.

He placed her legs on his shoulders and dove in. He used his fingers to spread her open for him. Securing his mouth on her clit, he felt her tense. He gently put his hand on her lower abdomen to keep her still. Using his other hand while his mouth sucked a pattern on her center, he brought his free hand up and let his middle finger lead the way into her. He continued tasting her, but pumped his fingers into her rhythmically. Every now and again he would curl them in a come hither motion.

“Oh fuck,” Stella moaned, breathless. She grabbed at his hair while his tongue and fingers drove her insane. The slurping noises that emanated from in between her legs were sinful. Her chest and cheeks went red from the embarrassment. Kayce hit a particularly sensitive spot with his fingers and she gasped. “Jesus Christ, do that again!” He repeated the motion and Stella started to lose control of her lower half. Her slick cunt throbbed against Kayce’s mouth and hand. The feelings and sounds overwhelmed her. Her moans caught in her throat.

His head popped up from between her thighs. His nose and mouth were flushed red from the assault. He rubbed her clit furiously and her moaned finally broke through her. Liquid hit Kayce’s hand and he smiled. “Atta girl, c’mon.” He worked her until she convulsed from his touch.

Stella was breathless. “Fuck I didn’t know I could do that.”

“C’mere.” He helped her off the table and he bent her over the back of the sofa. He couldn’t decide where he wanted her. He just knew he needed her. He pushed his pants off with urgent need. “I need to be inside you.” He grabbed his cock as it jumped at the sight of her bent over for him. Stella trembled at the feeling of his gaze on her dripping pussy. She wanted to be embarrassed by how hot she was for him, but that thought flew away when Kayce thrusted all the way to her cervix. “Fuckin’ hell,” he said through his teeth.

He propped one of her legs up on the couch and hammered into her waiting cunt. He didn’t even give Stella a second to catch her breath. Every thrust seemed deeper than the last and stole her breath from under her. She moaned every time he hit home which spurred him on. “Look at you,” he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back to look at him. “So good, Stella.” He gave her ass cheek a slap.

“Ooh fuck, ye-es!” She hiccuped in between. “Fuck me, Kayce. Take it,” she cried.

Kayce pulled out of her tight cunt, needing a second to breathe or he’d lose his shit right there. He brought her leg down and turned her around. He leaned her back against the couch and propped her ass on the edge. He lined up his cock and sank back in. Stella used his shoulder to hold herself up and wrapped a leg around his hip. He grabbed it to hold as leverage. That was all the convincing he needed.

He grabbed her other leg behind the knee and pounded into her feeling the release getting closer. Stella moaned his name and pleaded with him repeatedly. She wanted to come just as bad.

“Kayce, fuck,” Stella wasn’t able to form a coherent thought. She was reeling from how hard he was hitting her. It felt like he was in her stomach with every thrust. She reached her fingers down to her clit. She rubbed in time with his thrusts.

“Fuck I’m gonna,” the ferocity of her orgasm cut her off.

Kayce groaned as she tightened around him. His thrusts sped up as he felt his release shoot out in hot streams in her cunt. “Ahh fuck, Stella!” His hips stuttered as he lost momentum.

As Kayce slowed, Stella’s head dropped back against the couch as she heaved. “Fuck,” she exhaled as he pulled out of her.

“You okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She leaned up on her elbows and chuckled. “No. I’m okay, but I’m gonna go take care of,” she glanced down at her center, “this.”

Kayce backed up and Stella planted her wobbly feet on the ground. “You know this doesn’t negate the fact that you kicked Rip out of his house, right?” She felt his cum start to leak out of her. She made her trek to the shower quickly before any of it could hit the ground. “I’ll be back.”

Feeling refreshed, Stella stepped out of the bathroom in her towel. On the bed she spotted clothes. They were his. They were probably for after his shower. She looked around, but didn’t see Kayce anywhere. “Kace? Where'd you go?” She heard the fridge close. She wandered to the doorway and looked out at him. “Are those clothes on the bed for you?”

He spun around. “No. They’re for you. I’ll pick some out now to go shower.”

His answer was clipped. He was still annoyed at her. Stella backed up out of the door to let him by. She reached out and grabbed his arm. “Hey, wait,” she whispered. He halted and looked down at her. She reached up to tuck some hair behind his ear. “I’m sorry for taking it out on you, but your dad really gets on my nerves sometimes with the way he does shit, you know?”

He gazed down at her in silence. Bending down, he kissed her softly. “Yeah me too, Stell,” he sighed. “Me too.”

She let him go and quietly got dressed. She curled up in the bed on the side closest to the wall.

By the time Kayce opened the door and turned off the bathroom light, he found Stella fast asleep. He smiled sadly at her. He didn’t know what to do and she was stuck in his mess, yet again. Rip’s words from a few weeks ago came back to him.

He rolled his eyes and went and climbed into bed next to his best friend. They would figure it out.

[piastrinorris]

Man's Best Friend

Pairing: Keys x gn!Reader (no pronouns/gendered terms used) Genre: fluff Word count: 2.7k Summary: Trying a new running route causes you to bump into a new friend - as well as her new friend. A/N: I know y'all wanted more Keys smut and it's not been wholly abandoned, I just needed a break from smut to write something adorable.

Here we go. First day of the new jogging regime. This’ll be good. You’ll jog for a while, then just walk it off for a bit, then jog again, and walk again. You won’t keep straining yourself. Sure, you’ll be out of the house for a little longer, but it’ll be better for you in the long run. Plus, a longer route will mean you get to see more of downtown! You’d been wanting to - especially since your new best friend had entered your life.

You do feel bad, though - first time on the new route and Pup had to sit back. You’d tried to get him to recognise so many other names, but he only ever responded to Pup. Taking him to the vet’s earlier in the day may have started with you arguing with a five-year-old about how Pup is totally a legitimate name, but it ended with your poor canine best friend stitched up and wearing a cone.

As you pull on your running shoes, he waddles up to you sadly, whimpering. You ruffle just between his ears, “I’m sorry, Pup. You gotta rest up for a couple of days.” The dog huffs at you and you raise your eyebrows at him, “Hey now, you want lots of little Pup Juniors running around town, huh? Handsome little thing like you would be leaving trails of PJs all over the shop!” Pup looks over to the side and whines, and you you laugh, tickling him under his chin. “It’s sad that I’m able to have an almost human conversation with you, isn’t it?” Pup licks your hand sympathetically and you chuckle again, “Yep, there it is. A signal I should definitely leave the house.” You press a kiss at the top of his head and jump up. “See you soon, Pup! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t!”

You saunter down to where you’d normally end your previous all-jogging route. Usually once you hit this part of town you’d turn back, but today you start biting the bullet and move forward. The beeping interrupting your music tells you that it’s time to pick up the pace again, so you take off once more. You marvel at the little sights you manage to spot all around downtown, and this is only the first day. You’re relieved when you hear the next beep, not just because your muscles are tired but also so you get to soak in even more of the city.

You’re thinking about how much Pup’s gonna love these new sights and smells when you feel something against your knee. You look down and see a brown dog headbutting your legs and immediately melt down onto your knees to greet it. As the dog puts its paw on your shoulder, the sunlight that had been adorning you two is blocked. You look up to see a very cute guy smiling down at the two of you. “She likes you!”

You stand to your feet, making the dog whine, so you keep stroking her just below her ear, causing her to pant happily. “Eh, I have a way with dogs. It makes up for my lack of people skills.” You kick yourself internally for ultimately embarrassing yourself in front of said cute guy. Good job, self!

Thankfully, for whatever reason, Cute Guy laughs. “Don’t suppose you got any room for her at home, do you?”

You shake your head, “Sorry. As adorable as she is, I’ve already got one of my own, and I barely have the time for him!”

Cute Guy’s brow furrows as he looks around your feet. “Is he not out with you?”

You shrug, “Usually he is, but he’s out of action for the next couple weeks. He’s uh, had the snip this morning.”

Cute Guy hisses through his teeth, squeezing his knees together in sympathy. “Ouch, sorry for him!”

“Yeah, but he agrees, it’s better than him exponentially increasing the state’s dog population,” you nod and Cute Guy chuckles, to which you defend, “What?! He’s very cute! A real catch!”

“Don’t they say dogs take after their owners?” Cute Guy blurts out as you start stroking the dog again. As you look up at him again with wide eyes, he looks flustered, as though he didn’t intend on saying that out loud. You’re about to answer when your phone’s timer beeps, and Cute Guy frowns, “What’s that sound?”

“Shit, that’s me, gotta get going!” You shake yourself back into reality, turn the timer’s alarm off, and start running again, forgetting which direction you’d planned to actually jog down and solving that dilemma by just picking one and hoping for the best.

The next day, around the same place, you feel something brush against you. You look down and see the familiar big brown dog from yesterday. You look around but can’t see the Cute Guy anywhere. You fuss over her with a frown, hoping that she hadn’t been left to keep walking about the streets on her own again. You mutter to the dog, “It’s a shame you couldn’t hold on to that guy. I mean, following someone home for him to invite you into his house overnight? Talk about game, girl!” you commend, and the dog’s tail waves excitedly.

A familiar voice lifts your spirits too, “Ellie! I’ve been looking for you!”

Looking over to the source of the voice, you point to yourself with a confused look. “Uhh…” you start, but he bends straight down to hug the dog. 

The sight warms your heart, and you almost manage to slip away and leave them to it before Cute Guy clears his throat, “Hey now, you’ve still got, what, three more minutes of slow-time? Right?”

You frown at him. “How did you know -”

“I assumed, and Googled ‘jog-walk running techniques’,” he admits, his cheeks tinting pink. “My endurance isn’t exactly the greatest at the moment, so I thought it might help me too.”

“Didn’t you just come out of a burger joint?!” you ask with a laugh.

He breathes in deeply, with a sheepish look on his face. “My impulse control isn’t all that great either.”

“I can tell, thought you were trying to get rid of Ellie,” you tease.

“Look, I’m not getting rid of her, I want her to go to a good home,” he smiles down at the dog fondly, who nuzzles at his hand, prompting him to give her attention. He obliges with a chuckle, “and how could I not name her after my favourite video game character? She’s stuck with me against my will, even though she can hold her own, and she has a little boo-boo on one of her limbs,” he explains, getting down on one knee to point it out, and you bite back the teasing grin that so badly wants to stretch across your face.

“Little boo-boo? Sure, it’s totally against your will,” you smirk.

“Look, I really can’t look after her long-term, I just don’t have the time to give her all the attention she wants!” He sighs, still fussing over her. “Anyway, speaking of names, I don’t think I ever got yours,” he looks over at you, eyes squinting behind his glasses from the sunlight that adorns you from the angle he’s crouched at.

“I never got yours either,” you shrug. “Unless you’re going the whole hog with this The Last of Us thing and your name is actually Joel.”

Cute Guy laughs again. Goddamn, you just want him to laugh forever. The way he smiles, turns away just a little, does that little rub of the tip of his nose every time. It’s driving you wild. Your thoughts very almost drown out him starting to say something that sounds like it starts with a “Wal-” before correcting himself with the word Keys. “So, what about you?” he asks.

You’re just about to answer when your phone beeps. You shrug, “Oops, guess you’d better find out tomorrow!”

You do end up telling him the next time you see him. You start learning little snippets about each others’ lives over the next few daily five-minute windows you get with him. He’s a game developer who worked on Free City. He bought Ellie a collar and leash because the city required it, but he’s definitely not keeping her. He lives in the area of the city where you keep bumping into him. Ellie now has a bed in his house, but he’s definitely not keeping her. Over the past few years he’s been writing code for his own video game project. He’s introduced Ellie to his family, and they love her, but he’s definitely not keeping her. He’s working on finishing his passion project game with a team of people from his old job with Soonami. Ellie responds to their commands as well as his, but he’s definitely not keeping her. He graduated high school and then college a year earlier than other people his age because of his programming expertise. His phone background is a picture of Ellie sleeping on his chest, but he’s definitely not keeping her.

Soon enough, Pup’s ready to venture out into the wild. Maybe not all the way to downtown just yet, but around your area. You plan to take it easy and just walk around with him for about ten minutes before heading back. He still wants to run alongside you, but every time he tries to pull against his collar, he whimpers in pain. You bend down to him, “I know, Pup, I’m sorry. But only a few more days and you’ll be doing that too! And you’ll get to meet Keys and probably Ellie too, an-”

“Is that our ears we feel burning?” Keys smiles bashfully from just next to you, making you jump.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, greeting Ellie as she, like usual now, rams her head into your leg.

Keys shrugs, “Felt like seeing more of the city,” before feeling something press on his feet. He looks down, and so do you, to see Pup sitting on his toes. “Hey, little guy! Heard a lot about you!” Keys strokes your dog behind his ears, and you’re shocked at how receptive he is considering Keys is a stranger to him. Keys looks up at you, hand pushing those beautiful bangs out of his face as he shields his eyes from the sun to point out, “Though you never did tell me his name.”

“I have done! Lots! He’s Pup!” you prompt.

The bridge of Keys’ nose wrinkles in confusion as he looks between you and the dog perched on him. “I thought that was just a nickname!”

“Nah, he’s just an asshole that doesn’t respond to anything else. Isn’t that right, Pup?” you ask loudly, but for the first time, Pup doesn’t respond to you calling him that. He’s still looking up at Keys, panting away happily, tail beating at his toes. “Oh my god,” you exclaim as your face falls.

“What, what is it?” Keys asks, worried.

“I’ve never seen him like this, but… He’s expecting affection from you. He already likes you enough to let you pet him,” you explain in awe.

Keys grins, “Aww, c’mere, little Pup!” and drops Ellie’s lead to kneel down and tickle him under the chin while stroking just the top of his head. You take that time to let Pup go, and properly greet Ellie with a belly rub, grinning at the sight in front of you.

“So, nearly two weeks now and Ellie’s still hanging around. Guess she really is stuck with you, huh,” you smirk over at Keys. He looks over at you with a defeated shrug, and you beam. “Although, by that definition, so am I.” Keys’ face turns a delightful shade of pink in record time as he flusters on the spot.

Pup yaps out a single bark at him, making him laugh. “Yeah, I know, buddy, I should say something real smooth right now, right?” Ellie snorts out a breath that could almost sound like a huff of disbelief if you really tried to make it so. Keys seems to think so, too, because he frowns over at his dog with an indignant, “Oh, what, you think I can’t be?”

“In Ellie’s defence, you are talking to a dog as if it’s a person,” you tease as you stand to your full height. “But I do it all the time with Pup, so I won’t judge you for it, at least.”

“Oh, so it’s just the dogs that will, cool,” Keys mutters as he stands, too, and you laugh. “Um, are you… You’ve not beeped yet, so I’m guessing this isn’t a run, do you - Uh, we were looking for a dog park for Ellie to play in, did you two maybe wanna… Join us?”

You sigh deeply. “If it were any other day, I’d love to, but it’s his first day out since the snip -”

Keys winces, “Oof, yeah, forgot about that, sorry.” He cocks his head to look down at Pup, but there’s a dejected air in his tone as he continues, “Yeah, sorry, I guess I - we’d better, let you two get along with your day, c’mon, Ellie,” he picks up her leash from the ground, but the dog stays close to you.

“Hey,” you frown, and he looks over at you with a sadness in his eyes he’s clearly trying to hide. “I mean it. We should do it another day. Really.” You smile softly at him and he lets out an awkward chuckle, his gaze shying away from you. You take a little step closer to him, and Ellie very helpfully headbutts the back of your leg as you do so, causing you to lose your footing just enough to stumble into him.

He catches you with a, “Whoa, there!” and you notice how deceptively strong his hold is versus how he looks as his arms wrap around you. “You good?” He asks softly, and you nod, licking your lips.

“I am, now. Thanks,” you smile at him as you lean away, but his hand doesn’t leave your back. You chuckle under your breath, “Guess Ellie wanted to play Cupid, huh?”

He laughs, “I didn’t even need to teach her that one!”

“Guess that means she’s meant to be with you after all, right?” You smile down at her for a moment before looking back to smirk at Keys, “So, were you planning on teaching her some kind of matchmaking move?”

“Nah, I think she’s had that in the bag for a solid couple weeks now,” he admits with a nod, and you feel his fingers barely contract against your back, the slight contact of feeling them pull across through your clothes making your breath hitch. “Guess I better keep her around if it keeps you around, too, right?”

You grin, “You should keep her around, anyway, but she’s not the reason I run the same route every day.” 

“She’s not?” Keys voice cracks at the most adorable time, causing him to once again look away bashfully, and you feel the pressure against your back start to pull back.

Surged by adrenaline, you catch his jaw in your hand as it moves away from you, pushing it around until he’s looking at you, and you close the already small gap between you, quickly pausing to grin, “Nope,” before pressing your lips against his. You pull away after a peck, giggling at how he still leans into the kiss after you break it off. Pup barks again, and you smirk, pointing down at him. “Did you get all that?”

Keys scratches his temple jokingly, feigning a thoughtful expression. “I think he said, be back here at 7, and have you home before midnight. Was that right?” You laugh, and he smiles his adorable, bashful smile once more. “I’ll take that as a yes. Alright, Ellie, s’pose we better go find you someone to stay with for the night, huh? She gets a little testy on her own for too long.”

You frown, “Are you gonna be able to? Because if you can’t, I guess w-”

“Yeah, it’s fine, my best friend’ll have her for one night,” he nods, scratching her between the ears.

“Because she’s your dog?” You prompt hopefully, and he laughs in defeat.

“Because she’s my dog.”

[skznccmlee]

My Dreamed Tickle Session Cuz I Need Something To Contain My Lee Mood (More Like Worsen It) Or Idk What To Name It

Y'all I'll just make a list here cuz I don't have imagination to describe it any other way-

Definitely longer-lasting than a few seconds (Idk how much I can take since I've never been tickled properly before so who knows, but at least some minutes, I think I can stand that)

Both of my lers (not just two random lers, I want mine)

Being pinned down (okay I would definitely die like in really dead but I just want it so bad. I'm incredibly squirmy and I wish I could just stay still and enjoy, but I can't, so this is my best solution. Clarification: I mean pinned down like in them keeping my arms above my head by themselves and probably Idk, sit or lay on top of me so I'm way more immobilized, not in like being tied up, that's not really my thing)

Tickled on spots I've never been tickled in but I'm sure I'm ticklish on (ex: hips, ribs, armpits, back. They're probably my dreamed spots and it's so sad I never get tickled in there)

Yk that scenario of two lers one lee in where one ler knows EVERYTHING about the lee when it comes to tickle them, and the other ler knows almost nothing so the one who knows is like giving practical class to the one who doesn't? Yes. That. (the fact that if we actually meet Sana this is probably what's gonna happen and I just CAN'T wait)

Just them two poking me everywhere they can reach (I am EXTREMELY sensitive to pokes, it always gets me all weak, even more if you keep just poking everywhere possible so fast I can't even react, so yeah)

ANTICIPATION. (I just wanna feel it: me pinned down by my lers, all weak because of the pokes, and then they just start provoking anticipation right before wrecking the hell out of me. Yes please.)

Soft tickles on my probable melt spots (Ig they're probably like neck and ears. I am a SUCKER for soft tickling, that's it)

Okay next are DEFINITELY raspberries and nibbles (Like guys- I've never gotten any of them, I don't even know if I'm ticklish to them, but I know I want'em)

Them trying different tools on me and analyzing which ones work better and tickles more (Like, there's nothing as ticklish and as personal as a ler using their own hands to tickle you, that's why I'd rather be tickled with just hands than with anything else, but every once in a while is good to try :3)

Okay this one is completely OBVIOUS if you know me, but I want them to tease the hell out of me til I'm redder than Mars (like yes please just tease me and make me feel all flustered and loved) (I've a few teases list you may use if you want... Just saying...)

This one is even more obvious than the past one, but PRAISES (y'all there's nothing that makes me feel more loved than being called a good lee or told my giggles, or reactions, or literally anything about me is cute, probably just being called a baby. I just wanna be good to have my well deserved tickles and then being told by my lers I'm doing it good yk)

Y'all probably expected this last one from the pasts ones or just cuz you read my posts, but yes, it is aftercare (Are you telling me after being tickled, which I love, I'm gonna be babied and petted and caressed and cuddled and maybe said how well I did or how well I handled it or stuff like that???? YES PLEASE)

Okayyyy, we gonna leave it here for now, I think I didn't forget anything

[chubbybunyu]

Kazuscara OTP tickle questions

So I saw the OTP tk ask game going around again, and I know this technically isn't how you're supposed to do it but I am. Brainrotting. About these two sO BADLY I HAD TO GET THIS OUT before I disappear back into the void lmao

✨️So here I go ehe✨️

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1. Who has the cutest tickle laugh? Kazuha! His laugh and giggles are so airy and just the right amount of raspy uGH I wanna hear him laugh all day...

Wanderer's laugh is really cute too but man's screaming half of the time. Tho one thing that makes him almost cuter than Zuzu is that he starts hiccupping if you tickle him long enough~

2. Who is ticklish in unusual places and where would that be? I'm not saying that neck is an unusual spot, but I think Wanderer's made_in_Inazuma mark is ridiculously sensitive-- if Wanderer is acting bratty in public, Zuzu just uses his vision to make a gentle breeze brush against the spot and Wanderer stops whatever he's doing as if he slammed into a wall and turns to pout at the other sdfghfh But also when they're alone Kazuha LOVES peppering it with tiny kisses and Wanderer is in stitchessss hehe

3. Who gets cheer-up tickles? Wanderer 100% and it's so effective and he's sO GRUMPY ABOUT IT like my god he wants to be mad about it bc it doesn't fit his ✨️mean aesthetics✨️ but he can't help but just giggle and feel like his head is getting all fuzzy n happy when Zuzu scoops him up and gently tickles him all over until he's feeling better again

4. Who takes advantage of the other one getting their arms stuck while taking off their shirt? B o t h, but Wanderer definitely learned from Kazuha ahah. And they both wear so many layers that it's a weekly occurrence and at this point they're so used to both of them taking advantage of it that they just automatically start to panic a little when they realize they're stuck, so if the other hadn't noticed it on their own they sure would now sdfghj

5. How did they discover each other’s ticklishness? Wanderer was probably breaking records being annoying and buzzing around Kazu's head, provoking him in one way or another and he just got fed up and grabbed his ankle to pull him down, but to both of their surprise Wanderer fell out of the air on his very own accord (accompanied with an adorably uncharacteristic squeak, I might add) bc the feeling startled him so much lmao and Zuzu did NOT leave him be until he admitted he was ticklish (I think y'all can imagine how Kazuha coaxed that out of him~)

And afterwards Wanderer tried to tease it out of Kazuha too but he just straight up admitted with a chuckle that "ofc I'm ticklish" and Wanderer could Not wrap his head around how he wasn't even slightly embarrassed about it lmao

6. Who can’t take tickle bites? Kazuha oh my gosh, he melts in seconds. I also think that Wanderer's teeth are a bit sharper than normal so his nibbles are DEADLY. And he knows that.

7. Who has to be tickle-forced out of bed in the morning? Hmm, neither has trouble in the morning, but I think Wanderer has to be tickled INTO bed sometimes. Sure, he technically doesn't need sleep but Zuzu wants to cuddle at night and if Wanderer's being difficult about it (which he usually isn't bc Kazuha's cuddles are god tier) he just gets dragged to bed, locked into a hug and tickled until he gets tired enough to actually fall asleep himself too hehe

8. Who gives up in a tickle fight? Wanderer, the feeling still catches him off guard quite a bit, especially when it goes on for a while since tickling has been introduced to him quite recently, so if you manage to pin him down he's done~

But once he gets a bit more used to it he'll be a dangerous opponent for sure///

9. Who is in danger of getting hurt when attacking the other? Kazu, Wanderer f l a i l s. Not a single limb is left unused in his attempts of breaking free if you tickle him hard enough He'll still pout if you stop too soon tho

10. Who always provokes the other into tickling them and how? Wanderer~ His brattiness goes up a notch and he seems to find something to playfully bicker about over everything, and it all is accompanied with a faint blush (that he will deny to the end of time) and an occasional glance at Zuzu's hands. So subtle~

But Kazuha also somehow manages to provoke him into GETTING tickled from time to time. Don't ask him how, Wanderer has no goddamn idea but it just. Keeps. Happening.

[albatmobile]

can we get an established relationship with Jason or reader/jason/roy? Pretty please 🥵

kinda went off the rails for my first prompt request! (and low key combined it w another one I got for a part 2!!)

didn’t expect to take this angle let alone write this much, so let me know what you think!

and even when the sky falls, I’ll be there 

next: [2] [3] [4] || ao3

𓅪 Rated: E | 5k includes: angst, major character death, hurt and comfort, established relationship, lots of smut y'all ur welcome, voyeurism, jealousy

𓅪 established fem!reader x jason todd, eventual fem!reader x roy harper, eventual fem!reader x jason todd x roy harper

The world is ending, but it’s fine.

You can hardly think about it with the way Jason’s cock glides in an out of your wetness as you make use of the empty apartment. It’s mere hours before he needs to leave for Apokolips with the remaining members of The Justice League and it’s not exactly an in-and-out type of mission, thus you’re taking advantage of the remaining time you have together.

“You think Grifter will be there?” you ask innocently but his jealous growl lets you know just how affected he actually is. He angles right where he knows you want it and has you begging for more as punishment.

“Fuck that dude.”

“Mmm,” you moan exaggeratedly just to piss him off even more, hoping he’ll get rough again.

He does.

Jason bends you over the counter further and pushes your head against the cool stone. “Fucking slut,” he growls. 

“Oh, shit.”

The door shuts as the apartment’s other occupant walks in. 

At Roy’s early arrival from patrol, you both look up with shocked expressions, but Jason’s brutal pace continues. You desperately grab at the edge of the counter for support as Jason releases his hold on your head.

“Sup,” Jason says and nods his head in Roy’s direction.

The redhead vaguely repeats the action as he takes in the lewd sight of you bent over the counter with a dark blush.

“You guys heard it’s the end of the world and shit?” Roy feigns nonchalance as he goes about taking off some of his destroyed gear and scattering it about on the floor as he sidles up next to you to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. “Need one?” He points one teasingly at your wrecked state.

You meet his trailing gaze through your half-lidded eyes as Jason angles himself in the most delicious way against your g-spot. 

“Roy, fuck off,” you break off with a moan Jason forces from you as he gives you exactly what you need.

Roy clears his throat, but neither you nor Jason look up, “I mean you are fucking in our shared kitchen.” In response, you look over at him again and he winks at you.

Jason switches up the pace into slow, delicious snaps of his hips into you as you mewl and desperately back against him in an attempt to get him to speed up again. 

Jason wraps your hair around his fist and pulls your head back to meet the ferocity in his eyes from above. “S’not like he’s gonna find some chick to bang in the next 20 minutes. Better give him a show to send him off to Apokolips with,” he says, then smacks you on the ass to articulate his point. You feel like you’re about to break. It’s fucking incredible. “I’d rather you talk about Roy than that dumb-ass Red Hood knock-off.”

Roy whistles low, knowing exactly who he’d meant, “Talkin’ about another man during sex? That’s low.” 

You whimper as you’re assaulted by the thick arousal that coats his coarse voice. “Your voyeuristic ass still being here is low,” you pant out around your last bits of sanity. Meanwhile, you feel a familiar warm feeling tickle at your sensitive clit. 

Jason laughs and smacks your ass in a way that you know will leave a mark, but it only leaves you more turned on. You arch your back even more into his taunting, shallow thrusts in desperation.

“I want to come, please, Jay,” you beg as you do your best to buck against him. You attempt to increase the pace and friction, but his secure arm around your midsection only allows you so much leverage while the other one traps you against the counter.

“All you had to do was ask, baby,” he chuckles darkly and hooks your leg over his arm to deepen the angle, leaving your head to fall languidly against his chest. You force your eyes to stay open and take in every moment you have left with him.

It’s desperate, rough and raunchy. It’s everything you need and more.

You're already close and Roy wasn’t obviously going anywhere based on his casual lean against the cabinet next to you. 

“Hng. Faster, Jay. Please,” you whine helplessly as he continues to torment you with an even, tantalizing pace that leaves you wriggling for more.

He kisses down your neck and whispers sweet praises against your sweat-slickened skin, “I love you.” He nips at your ear as he whispers your name, then brings his hand to rub your leaking cunt, “I love you so much.” His voice is raw and low as he clutches you against his firm chest like you’ll disappear at any moment.

At this, you arch backward and are sent over the edge by a well-timed, purposeful thrust against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Jason knows just how to get you a withering mess like no one ever had before.

It’s pathetic, really. But you can’t focus on that now.

Your nails drag across the counter as you struggle to remove yourself from his thick cock. There’s an unbearable ache of sensitivity blossoming from your clit all the way into the lower depths of your stomach that leaves you twitching and scurrying away from its overwhelming nature.

Jason, however, doesn’t let you get too far before he draws you back against him.

“That’s it,” he moans your name and picks up the pace. “Just like that. You’re so good for me, baby.”

You can’t help but twitch and clench down on his hard length as your hips pathetically grind against him one final time as he milks more out of you. Then, you’re collapsing into a panting mess with what’s supposed to be his name but comes out as more of a wet gasp than anything.

“I can’t,” you whimper with a shake your head. You’re still riding the high of your orgasm, as he rights you against his muscular abdomen to continue his delicious assault. He drags his nails lightly against your erect nipples and you shudder into him, “Jason. Please, I can’t.”

“Can’t what, baby? Speak up,” Jason demands.

Barely a second goes by before he pulls out with a wet pop that emanates throughout the quiet apartment, leaving you to whine at the overwhelming feeling of emptiness. He smacks at your hip and you automatically turn to face him with shaky legs as you bury your head into his well-defined pecks that were slightly glistening from exertion.

Jason lifts your bare ass easily onto the counter as he repositions the two of you, knocking you into Roy’s arm in the process. All the while, your come leaks from your abused cunt onto the surface below in a lewd display that had both men drooling at the sight. 

This new angle with him holding your legs open is all Jason needs.

He places his hard length at your entrance again and rubs it up and down in a teasing manner. “I asked you a question,” he says as he drops down to slurp at your honied arousal. He meets you at face level again but, this time, with glistening lips that draw you in for a sloppy, musk-ridden kiss that leaves you dizzy. 

Your come dribbles down your chin and he catches it with his thumb before drawing his tongue upwards to lap at the steady trail behind.

Your over-sensitivity is quickly morphing into another orgasm already with the help of a few flicks of his tongue against your clit. 

He sucks lightly at your neck as he pushes in with a sinful moan that leaves you clenching around him. 

Your arms find their way around his neck as you take him in until he finally bottoms out in you.

He stays there for a moment to allow you to catch your breath and you finally allow yourself to respond, “I can’t come again.” 

“I don’t believe that for a second,” he laughs teasingly around your name. “Do you, Roy?”

Roy just stands there, dumbfounded at the question, yet unable to take his eyes off your naked body. “No,” it’s a broken whisper that leaves you flooding with instant arousal.

It’s your turn to be shocked as his wide eyes meet your own. 

You’d never thought of Roy like that, if anything he was your best friend by extension after all the years of knowing each other via Jason. However, Roy’s been here from the very first meeting to your first date and had even walked in on you during your first time together. 

Roy being here in the position felt odd, but not necessarily wrong.

You moan as you notice the arousal in his light green eyes. 

No, definitely not wrong.

Jason smirks at the sight. The raven then leans back slightly to watch his swollen, leaking cock push your come back inside your cunt while giving Roy a better view of the lewd action. 

Jason did say to put on a show, right?

Jason is still focused on the erotic sight of his cock fucking into you when you meet Roy’s wanton, verdant eyes again.

You keep your eyes on him as you spread your legs further before removing one arm from around Jason’s thick neck to spread your lips apart, completely baring your twitching clit to the cold air.

Roy gulps and you see the tent in his pants twitch in response. This only serves as confirmation to continue your teasing display for his enjoyment.

Jason lifts you up from the counter slightly before setting you back down to get your attention. His eyes are dangerous with an emerald glint of jealousy flashing across his already verdant hue. 

Jason wants your attention, so you give it to him. 

“Touch yourself,” it’s more of a growl than anything, but it makes you arch into his thrusts, nonetheless.

You release a breathy moan and do as he says, even though you already feel so close again.

This time, he keeps his eyes on yours, daring you to look over at Roy again.

The new pace he sets is absolutely brutal and neither of you lasts much longer as the overwhelming arousal in the pits of your stomachs boil over. Soon, you’re seeing stars. 

Jason releases into you only to continue to jerkily fuck the milky white substance back into your dripping cunt. He hisses slightly at the sensitivity before finally pulling out with a wrecked groan.

It’s quiet as the three of you stare at the gushing mess that's steadily flowing from your swollen hole and onto the counter. After a beat, Roy sucks in an audible breath as it dribbles down to the cabinet below you in a final, obscene spectacle.

Wet sounds fill the room briefly again as Jason dips his fingers into the sopping mess seeping from you before shoving the mixture of body fluids into your mouth. 

You obey easily and draw your tongue lazily over his two fingers as you lap it up before swallowing audibly.

Finally, Jason slumps against you and pants slightly.

Completely satisfied, you reach for the water bottle in Roy’s hand. The redhead releases it to you easily, seemingly still in shock that Jason had allowed him to stay and watch when the raven has always been the jealous type, especially when it comes to you.

“Maybe the world should end more often,” Roy gulps as he adjusts the erection that’s strained against his suit. The movement leaves a lewd, tiny wet spot in the process.

Jason allows you to look at Roy’s predicament briefly before he draws you back to him in a shaky, slow kiss. “I don’t want to leave you,” he whispers. He’s leaning his forehead against yours now as he looks deeply into your eyes.

Everything is hushed now, as if it’s a secret just between the two of you.

“Then don’t,” you insist quickly. “Let me come with you guys.”

Roy and Jason both make noises of disapproval.

“I’m not having this conversation while you still have my come leaking out of you,” he chides lightly with a squeeze of your right thigh before moving to grab a towel to wipe you up with.

Once he’s cleaned you up, you resume the conversation exactly where it had left off.

“Awesome, no more come,” you say, spreading your legs to cement your point. “Now, can I tag along or not?”

“No.” Jason's tone leaves no room for argument, but you try anyway.

“What little life we live is dangerous enough as is, but that shouldn’t stop us from living it, Jay,” you try. With this, you hold his hands and stare into his gorgeous eyes as if it’s the last time you’ll see them, which, hell, maybe it is. “I’m coming with you guys.” It’s no longer a request, but a demand. “If I die, I die beside you, not here alone.”

Roy argues in your favor, pointing out you were more than trained for the situation after their self-defense and shooting lessons with you, but is quickly overruled by your boyfriend, who refuses to hear him out.

“It’s also a mental thing, Roy. You know that as well as I do, but does she?” At Jason’s words, Roy nods in understanding. “It’s too dangerous for you to come, so you’re staying here. That’s final,” Jason’s tone is resolute, but you don’t care.

Your boyfriend tries to argue some more, but you remain stubborn until, eventually, time was up and a decision had to be made.

This is how you end up in one of Catwoman’s old suits that Jason stole from the Batcave on team alpha.

You stand side-by-side with Jason and Roy in Raven’s portal alongside Robin, John Constantine, and Superman. Never in your mind could you ever have imagined anything like this. Based on Jason’s grim face, you suppose neither had he.

“It’s a suicide mission,” you surmise based on the dark looks of everyone around you, though, technically, you can’t see Jason’s through his red helmet.

“That’s the spirit,” John says, sarcasm dripping from his thick British accent. 

At his words, you turn to look at Roy with a tiny smirk. 

The redhead seems like he doesn’t know how you're able to stay so calm in the face of Armageddon. Regardless, he smiles back at you as if he finds it slightly admirable, if not slightly psychotic as well.

John definitely shares the same sense of morbid humor you’ve come to appreciate in your roommate, Roy, throughout your many years of living together.

There’s no more time to joke, however. It’s time to get your heads in the game.

Your first task is to face the mind-controlled Justice League members. Darkseid had brainwashed numerous of them into mindless Furies that would destroy anyone in their path.

You try not to let the pressure get to you and attempt to keep yourself prepared for battle. Without a second thought, you stretch languidly in your tight, leather outfit in the limited space of the elevator, relishing in Jason’s obvious attention with each arching dip you took downward. You pop up and flick at his helmet-covered chin with a satisfied smirk once you’re finished teasing.

Man, are you feeling this suit.

“Are they usually this insufferable?” Robin growls as Jason paws up and down the expanse of your leather-clad body with little regard for anyone else in the cramped space. He grabs at the thickness of your ass before spinning you around to pull you flush against his chest.

“Can you blame the lad?” John winks at you and Jason, who jokingly reaches towards his holster in an empty threat that leaves John grinning widely in response.

“Oh, they’re worse behind closed doors,” Roy laments jokingly. “Trust me, as their unwilling roommate, I should know. We share a bathroom and everything.”

You sputter, knowing he was leaving out that he’d just watched you both fuck not even two hours ago. This is something the redhead catches sight of easily and winks with a smirk in response. You quickly face forward, lamenting the mask that leaves the bottom half of your face completely uncovered for everyone to see the crimson that now overtakes your cheeks.

The elevator dings and the mood changes immediately as you come face-to-face with the mind-controlled figures of Wonder Woman, Hawkman and Martian Manhunter.

Jason squeezes your hand and you turn to give Roy a hug. He rubs at your back slightly before releasing you and drawing an arrow.

It's go time.

All you focus on is pointing and aiming while Jason and Roy flank you as your own personal security. 

You get in a few good shots, but for the most part, they prevent you from having to deal with too much of the action.

After John gets control over Wonder Woman by using her own lasso against her to break the mind-control, he orders you guys to find the main control center, assuring the team that he’d be following right behind. 

You jog behind the group as you enter the control center where Darkseid sits on his throne, already anticipating your arrival.

The final battle is finally upon you.

The sight of his garish skin and glowing red eyes alone is enough to make you regret coming, but the horrifying sight of a hypnotized Batman next to him seems even worse. You’ve seen how much damage Batman can do single-handedly and want nowhere near him while he's stuck in an altered state of mind. He, alone, is truly a weapon of destruction.

Jason and Roy and you shoot a path to get deeper into the room to create some sort of cover while Raven continues her struggle to contain her demon father inside her inner prison. It's obvious with each spell she casts that she's growing weaker and her father, who's chained inside her, is only growing more impatient. Your whole team knows it's only a matter of time before he'll be released and, then... well, who knows what'll happen.

You’re quickly separated from Roy as he clears a cluster of creepy Paradoom creatures to grant you guys a bit of space to work in. He and Jason switch back and forth between creating room and protecting you from the glowing, red-eyed demons.

“God, you look so good with a gun,” Jason grunts your name as he unleashes a barrage of bullets into a creature that had gotten a bit too close to you. “It’s unfair how much you’re distracting me right now, baby.”

“Jason,” you say urgently, “focus.”

You manage a headshot on a Paradoom that was perched to kill Jason in the midst of his carelessness.

“You’re going to get her killed if you don’t get your shit together, Jay,” Roy exclaims as he comes to your side and kills three more that were ready to pounce on you during Jason’s inattentiveness. 

“We’re all fucked anyway, aren’t we?”

You shake your head in disbelief. How can he be so nonchalant about everything? It's like he has a fucking death wish, or something...

Your stomach churns at the realization. 

Roy seems to pick up on this as well and orders Jason to swap spots so he can protect you. In his new position, Jason continues to mow down more rows of the disgusting creatures.

The first casualty of the fight is Robin. His death, however, snaps Batman out of his hypnosis, making him a helpful asset rather than a dangerous obstacle.

Looking around, you not that you're still on a somewhat even playing field. Technically, your team isn’t down in numbers even with Robin gone, but the battle has only just begun.

You hear Batman’s horrified cries at the same time Jason yells out in pain. 

Roy tackles you into the wall behind you to keep you from doing anything stupid. You watch helplessly as a Paradoom retreats its knife-like arm out from Jason’s stomach with a sickening squelch.

“NO!” you exclaim. Your hands flail and pound against Roy’s grip as you watch in horror as Jason stumbles around, shooting randomly at the towering figures of the swarm that closed in on him in a final, vain attempt to ward them off.

“Listen, little bird," he says weakly as he rips off his helmet so you can actually hear his voice as he bumps into the corner opposite of you and Roy, "you gotta promise me something.” 

He’s run out of places to run to.

You shake your head. It isn’t over. It can’t be over.

Why is he acting like it is?

Sure, Damian's dead and Roy's bleeding out beside you on account of a Paradoom stab wound, but he's still in the fight. Surely, Jason will be fine, too. He's Jason, after all. He's one of the strongest people you know. He isn’t done yet….

For him to give in meant… Well, doom.

The end.

“Jason," your voice wobbles as you look to Roy for any sort of help, but he’s more concerned with protecting you while you’re in this vulnerable state, "don’t talk like that.”

“I know you’ve built up a lot of walls to keep good people out,” his voice chokes as tears leak from under his domino mask, “but you gotta promise me that you won’t give up on me, on this.” He gestures to the battle. “On life, on… love,” it’s a pained grit as his clip empties and the swarm finally envelopes him whole. 

“NO!” 

You push against Roy with one final shove and race forward, attempting to close the distance to touch him one last time, but it’s futile. There are too many swarms in between you and you were lucky to be able to see his figure at all in the chaos that surrounds the two of you.

When you look at him it is just the two of you as the noises from the battle filter out from your head, paying close attention to his final words, breaths.

“I love you,” he says your name like a final prayer. “Roy, take care of her, you fucking bastard.”

In his last moments, he throws you his M16 to give you one final shot at the fight since you're completely out of ammo.

“JASON!” you cry out his name as a desperate plea across the gory sounds of battle that filled the tiny control room. Your stomach churns as he falls limp to the ground with a sickening thud and screams as he’s torn limb for limb by the bat-like creatures. 

Even Batman turns his head at the volume of your anguished lament.

You’re forced back into your shock by what you eventually realize is Roy. He pulls you back against his chest with one arm and makes use of a crossbow in the other. The redhead continues to give you cover as he slowly kneels to the ground on one knee while covering his stomach.

In your own negligence, he ends up getting hurt trying to protect you…

“Head in the game,” he says your name with a detached voice, trying to hold it together for both of you while the world around you crumbles. 

You snap back to the moment as you empty a round into the six Paradooms that flank behind Roy while he continues to shoot over your shoulder, but he's on his last set of arrows.

“We’re not gonna make it, Roy,” you worry aloud.

“Damn, and you were gonna make chili for date night tonight, babe.”

Your laugh ends up coming out hysterically through your streaming tears at the fucked-up situation. You allow yourself a brief moment to think about how different everything was supposed to be had Apokolips not raged a world-ending war with Earth.

You're supposed to be at home with Jason because he took off patrol for your date night, which Roy would undoubtedly crash anyway. 

He always did.

You think about each time Jason kissed you, touched you, loved you. How Roy was there every step up the way, making you laugh. You snort bitterly, realizing most people only recount their best memories right before death. That's the only explanation you have for this pathetic train of thought.

“I think I see the light, Roy,” you say, half-joking, half-serious. 

“Keep fighting,” he manages around his gritted teeth around the pain of his worsening wound, leaving him to lay on the ground.

You push past those thoughts with a terrifying battle cry and snatch Roy’s bow from off the floor to aim it at the offending creatures.

Jason is long gone. 

The memories aren’t calling you to death. They're calling you to life. 

To fight.

A new fire in you rages as you focus on the battle at hand. You need to protect Roy like he’d done for you, giving it everything you have left.

You can’t lose them both.

He's still moaning in pain as you situate yourself to squat over his body to get a better angle at the creature's jugulars. Meanwhile, Roy uses his crossbow to help create space between the creatures and the two of you.

“How did I even make it this far?! Roy, I can’t save us.”

Doubt set in as more and more creatures spawn.

After all, you're no, Jason. 

“From down here, it looks pretty good to me.”

You reload the last clip and look down at him to see him eyeing your precarious yet protective position over him in Catwoman’s skin-tight outfit. You roll your eyes.

How typical that he could flirt in a moment like this. However, you can’t deny it had helped you get out of your head, if only for a brief moment before you're forced to focus back on the task at hand. 

If you allow yourself too much time to think, you'll only be able to hear Jason's distressing final screams…

You focus back on reality and remove your tender gaze from him to stand.

You crouch over his weakening body as Roy tries his best to cover you from the floor. He makes use of his bow that you’d dropped right as a barrage of Paradooms gains on you in your weaponless, ammo-less state.

“Roy,” you say, looking down at him, but he’s already looking at you with the same knowing look.

You're both going to die. 

This is it.

You’d already somewhat imagined what it’d be like to die, knowing you most likely weren’t going to make it off the planet alive when you tagged along. However, now that the moment is actually here, you aren’t any more prepared.

“I’m scared,” your voice unwittingly cracks.

You think back to Jason being eaten alive and how you're about to be in the same position and shake your head in distress.

Roy’s face breaks at the sight of you facing the morbid reality of the situation. “Me too,” he winces as he loads his last arrow and aims, “but we have to keep fighting... for Jason.” You nod weakly and glance down with uncertainty at your last weapon: your fists. “Hey,” Roy calls from the floor where he’s trapped between your stance. You look from your fists to the fading green of his half-lidded eyes. “It’s been an honor to know ya, babe.”

“Don’t say that. Not you, too,” your voice wobbles, not ready to face your own mortality. “Not yet.”

The Paradooms are closing in, ready to devour you both whole, but Batman throws you Damian’s sword at the last second. 

You stare down at the blade for a mere second, impressed by the sheer weight of the metal, before bringing it down to effortlessly slash through another swarm of the hellish creatures that had killed so many today.

Roy’s breathing becomes louder and more labored. You know he doesn’t have much longer before he loses consciousness or worse.

You shake yourself from those thoughts as you’re suddenly all thrown back by a boom of red, blinding light.

A red, demonic creature slowly rips open Raven’s stomach and begins crawling from her ribs with an inhumane crack that leaves you wincing. With it, Raven’s crippled body lifts into the air and fully unleashes the one thing she’d been trying to contain the entire time: Trigon.

John attempts to contain the demon, but Trigon quickly overpowers him, snapping his neck easily as his misted form moves to possess Superman’s powerful body. From here, it shifts to a one-on-one fight between Trigon and Darkseid.

This… This is not good.

Raven drops to the floor with her outfit shifting from black to white, as her flesh bouts up, twisting together as it repairs itself. She’s finally free of her father’s evil tethers and the balance in the room seems to once again shift in your team’s favor. You watch as she then crawls over to Damian and revives him with her tears.

At the same time, the spirit of Zatanna, who’d passed at the beginning of the war, kisses John, encasing him in a golden hue as he's also brought back to consciousness. His neck snaps back into place and he groans loudly. John only sees Zatanna for mere seconds and tries to reach out to her but it's in vain. The magician slips back into the underworld before their fingers can meet.

Batman uses all of this pandemonium as a distraction to launch a livestream of Lois Lane across the ship’s video systems.

As Lois Lane’s worried voice begins to warble throughout the ship's command system, Superman starts to fight against Trigon’s overwhelming powers that possess him.

“Superman. Clark,” she whimpers out the last part. “Team beta… We only have a few moments left.” You see Harley Quinn and King Shark preparing to take on the swarm that's about to burst through the glass of their vehicle, but Lois is solely focused on the screen. “We will protect the boom tube that got you to Apokolips until the end, but you need to hurry.”

Superman groans as he fights off Trigon’s powerful influence, but Trigon continues to hold on relentlessly.

“I love you, Clark,” she breathes.

Then, darkness.

It's Lois’s final breath that gives Superman the strength to overpower the demon. Superman releases the demon with a scream that nearly bursts your eardrums. You cover your ears and watch as Trigon quickly forms into his own entity. 

As the battle shifts to Trigon, you can finally focus on Roy’s fading color as you hold his blood-streaked face in your hands with desperate pleas to stay with you.

Your team needs to retreat while there's still a chance. Otherwise, you'll be stuck on Apokolips as its core tears itself apart in a final, violent act.

Suddenly, the entire room is blasted with bright, white light.

At first, you think it's too late. That the whole planet's blown to shit, but no. Trigon had merely used his powers to open a portal to punch Darkseid through. It seems like Darkseid has finally met his match as he takes on one unrelenting punch after the other from Raven’s demon father. 

You think you’re finally in the clear when Batman gets the notification that the entire planet is set to blow in two minutes.

You have to go.

Roy brings his hands to cover yours as your tears spill onto his pale cheeks, “Don’t suppose you have any magic powers based on your love for me that would save me, too?”

You wail achingly at Roy’s shallow breathing.

“We just have to make it through the boom tube, Roy. Please, Roy,” it’s a desperate plea. “We’ve come this far. You can’t leave me now.”

You refuse to lose them both.

He ignores you in favor of responding to himself, “Yeah, didn’t think so.”

You look around desperately for help, eyes falling briefly on the bloodied remains of Jason’s helmet before they find Batman.

Just when you think all hope is lost, Batman meets your panicked eyes with a veil of calmness as he nears you and Roy.

The redhead groans in pain as Batman rushes to your side to help you bear his weight. Together, you walk Roy through the fading light of the boom tube with mere seconds to spare.

A/N: should i be updating ars? yes. did this kick at my brain until i wrote it? also yes

super excited for yall to read the rest! be sure to let me know what u think

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Bunk Wars (Fire Force)

Heyo! It's my birthday (Nov.13)! *celebratory dance* I have a little tradition I do (mostly) every year here where I write something completely self indulgent to celebrate. This year...hasn't been fun, but today's gonna be a good day regardless! I hope y'all are having a good day today as well!

This year I bring you Fire Force! I've been rewatching it lately and just- I miss my blonde Knight King lols. Shinra and Arthur are a hoot, so I wanted to write for them again! I hope you like it :3

Summary: Shinra and Arthur fight over the top bunk every night cause OF COURSE they do.

Ever since Arthur came to Company 8; bedtime is no longer just that.

“I call top bunk!”

It’s war.

“The hell you are!” Shinra picked up his pace as he ran towards their room, neck and neck with the supposed knight king. If he were to be honest with himself; it really didn’t matter who got the top. Shinra slept in both; he didn’t have much of a preference.

But Arthur? Arthur always called top bunk- saying “A knight king needs a throne to look upon his people.” Shinra could have been nice and just let him have it, but that was too easy.

He liked to make Arthur work for it.

“GAH! Move over!” Shinra yelped when he was squished into the doorframe, Arthur trying to shoulder his way past. They were cheek to cheek, arm to arm, two thrashing bodies writhing to push through like two fish going upstream. “I got here first!”

“Says the devil himself! I got here first!” Arthur growled back, a centimeter closer. Shinra pushed forward and-

“Whoa!” Both boys yelped when they squeezed in, falling on their faces in the most unceremonious fashion. Shinra rubbed his face with a low groan as Arthur puffed his bangs up and away. “You good, knight king? No broken bones?”

“A devil worried for his opponent? A rare one you are.” Arthur sat up, rolling his neck. “I am unhurt- yourself?”

“I’ve been worse.” Shinra nodded. They sat like that for a second.

Then- “The top bunk is mine!” Arthur darted for the ladder, Shinra right beside him. “Back devil! I touched it first!”

“You son of a- that’s not how this works!” Shinra pulled at his shirt as Arthur tried to climb, keeping him within reach. “What kind of knight would you be if you didn’t duel for it properly?”

“Knight king! And….I suppose you’re right.” Arthur paused to consider. Shinra took his chance.

“Tricked ya!” Shinra pulled again, hoping the force of his yank would send Arthur flying off. But no- this son of a biscuit gripped tighter in preparation!

“Good try, Devil; but once a Knight King such as myself sees your tricks, he prepares!” Smug as ever, Arthur tsked as he reached for the next leg up the ladder, preparing to climb. “Good effort though.”

“Oh, so you think you seen all my tricks, huh?” Shinra kept one hand on his shirt while the other wormed towards his exposed ribs. “Did you forget about this one?”

“Please- what are you-EHEHE!” Arthur all but squeaked, ten fingers pressing into both sides of his ribcage at the same time. “Aehahhahahaha! No! Nohohoho faiahhahair! Dehehhevil!”

“That’s right- I AM a devil! And I’m gonna use all the dirty tricks in the book to reclaim MY throne!” Shinra snickered behind him as he carried on scribbling into his ribs, watching Athur crumble before him. “Come on, be a good knight and hand it over.”

“Knihihihihihight Kihihiihihing! Gehehehhet it rigihihih-Ehehehhahahhaha Shihihiihnra!” Those dastardly hands moved up to his upper ribs! One move more and he’d be getting the armpit ticking of a lifetime! “Stahhahap thahahaht! Doohohohohn’t tihiihhickle mehehehhehe!”

“Give me the top bunk then!” Shinra demanded. Arthur tried swatting him away with one hand, the other hanging on to the ladder. With another tug, he had the blonde on his feet once more. A second tug took him to the floor, Shinra straddling his waist as he carried on tickling that awful spot. “Make this easy for yourself, Arthur.”

“Nehehehehhehver! Aheahhahahhaha! This is nohoohohohohothing!” The blonde declared, shooting his hands out and grabbing Shinra’s sides. “Tahhahahke that!” He cried as Shinra spasmed and hooted.

“Oooohhoh no! You’re not doing tha-ahehahahhat! Stahahp NO!” Shinra tried to keep tickling, but Arthur was determined! With what little strength he had left, he pushed Shinra off of him with tickling fingers, pinching along his waist and lower ribs the way he knew would kill the other boy. “Ahahhhahahahrthuhuhuhuhur!”

“Oh, what’s wrong? What happened to your chanting, Devil? Don’t you WANT the top bunk?” Arthur teased, changing up his tickle style as he began kneading small circles into Shinra’s hips, making him kick and squeal. “Do you submit?”

“NEheehehehhehehhever! Aheahhhahahha I stihihihiihll gohohohot my oohohohohohoohown trihihihiihhicks!” Shinra reached out, going for the kill.

“EHEHE!” Arthur all but shrieked when his belly was jabbed, sending him falling back. Shinra quickly pounced, shoving Arthur’s shirt up with one hand. “NO! No don’t you dare, Devil! Don’t you dare-”

“I’m a devil-hero, thank you!” Shinra smirked before diving down, blowing a massive raspberry into Arthur’s belly. The blonde shrieked, arching beneath him before bursting into loud cackly laughter. “Do YOU submit, Knight king?”

“AHEHAHAHAHHAHA! NOHOHOHOOHO NOT THAHAHAHAHHT! AHEHHEHEHE DON’T BITE!” Arthur howled when Shinra mock-bit him, using the points of his teeth for maximum tickles. “AHEHAHAHHA OKAHAHAHKY OHHAHAKY TAKE THE BUNK! THAHHAKE THE BUNK!”

“Hm? You mean it?” Shinra smirked as he resurfaced, prodding along Arthur’s sides to keep him giggling. “Are you gonna give me the top bunk?”

“Yehahhahhahs! Yes, tahahhahake it! Ahehahahhahaa!” Arthur nodded frantically, easing as the tickles finally came to an end. “Yohohohou suck!”

“Not very chivalrous of you.” Shinra teased, laughing even harder when Arthur flicked him a rude gesture. “Man- I’m so glad we’re roommates!”

“You are?” Arthur seemed surprised by that, sitting up as Shinra got cozy in his reclaimed nest. “I thought you hated me?”

“When did I say I hated you?” Shinra blinked, equally surprised. “Sure, you can be a real pain in the ass, but that doesn’t mean I hate you. I’m glad we’re bunk mates.”

Arthur sat there, really taking it in. Then he hid in his bangs, smile wobbly.

“Of course- it’s annoying how loud you snore.” Shinra added, earning a shocked laugh from the other. “And let’s not even get started on how bad you smell when you fa-”

“SHUT UP!” Arthur threw his pillow at him, smacking Shinra dead in the face. Their original battle carried on- pillows flying and laughs bouncing off walls until Hinawa yelled ��SHUT UP AND GO TO SLEEP” from down the hall.

Later that night, Shinra dared a peek over the edge of the bed, finding Arthur awake and staring up at the bed above him. “Hey…do you want the top bunk? I don’t mind trading.”

“Hm…nah. I like it down here.” Arthur snuggled further in his sheets, comfy. “We’ll see about tomorrow though.”

“Yeah. Definitely.” Shinra nodded, disappearing in his bed once more- a smile in his voice. “Goodnight, Knight King.”

“Goodnight, Devil hero.”

Thanks for reading!

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HEADCANONS FOR ONE OFF/SIDE CHARACTERS IN SOUTH PARKKKK 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

Im a sucker for these fuckers why are all the one appearance amazers so good 😩😩😩😩 they need tks too y'all I'm feral 😫😫😫

Scott Malkinson: not exactly sure if he counts as a side character but I love him to much to disclude him he has ZERO tk content the poor thing :((

-probably a 50/50 switch

-hes a little defiant thing and is actually pretty strong (captain diabetes rizz 💪💪) so its a bit of a fight to get him down

-its so worth it though omfg

-laugh is full of screams and squeals no matter where you go or how intense you are he cant help it

-him and Clyde get into tickle fights a lot. They are just two giggly dorks AUGH

-I like to think that Clyde introduced him to craigs gang and they all did an "initiation" where they just tickled the snot out of him

-sassy ler you cant convince me otherwise

-"oh, it tickles? Well, how do you think I felt, huh?"

-fast, sporatic movements and LOTS of teases. He jumps from spot to spot to keep you on your toes

-will absolutely pin you down. Stronk 💪💪💪

Shelly Marsh ok I know I'm starting out with the more popular ones but it'll get better I promise 😣 (I'll probably make a pt 2 🤩)

-LER.

-Soooo mean and ruthless

-stan lives in FEAR

-Will tickle him to absolute TEARS. Knows every spot on him and WILL exploit them to no end

-definetly the type to poke fun at you while shes tickling you 100%

-i like to think that when she has her friends sleepover they all team up on Stan and it KILLS him omfg

-is only ever really been tickled by her mom because everyone else is absolutely TERRIFIED of her

-snort filled laugh to the tee

-will not hesitate to punch or kick you if you try to tickle her she is feral.

Scott Tenorman

-lord I love him GRRRRRR

-like 60/40 ler and lee

-in my particular au ( ya know the Scott/cartman/clyde sib au? Golden 😤) he is the tickle KING of the household so let's talk about that

-terrorizes his younger siblings like hell oml. He will literally hold them both down and get them both at once

-cartman especially. Hes such a little shit and its the only way Scott can subdue him. Literally the only person who can tickle him and live lmao.

-god the fucking wrestling matches that happen are off the walls oml. All you hear is laughter and screams all day

-he can have his lee moments though

-sometimes Clyde and cartman will team up on him for revenge and hes defenseless

-has a really dorky laugh that he HATES he thinks its so embarrassing

-even though he could probably very easily stop them, he let's them tickle him because of those hig brother instincts 🥺🥺🥺🥺

OKKKKK thats all lmao ^^ if this does well I'll do more obscure characters bcuz I love them all 😋😋

[just-your-average-author]

How ticklish would you hc each Sanders Sides character from 1-10? (Emile Picani and Remy optional)

Hmmm okay so PERSONALLY I'm a sucker for a good trope so I'm always feeling Virgil is the most ticklish.

so starting with Light Sides we have

Logan: 5 (average ticklish person, mostly have to be really keyed up to get a big reaction but ticklish none the less. can hide it the best out of all the sides)

Patton 5.5 (Slightly more ticklish then Logan, but despite that, he has some of the biggest reactions because he's having fun and the bigger the reaction, the more the others will tickle him!

Roman 8 (V ticklish!! despite being the primary Ler in the Mind Palace, he's actually the second most sensitive side. he has big hearty laughter that everyone loves if they dare to try!)

Virgil 9.5 (sweet boi, literally touch him ANYWHERE he at the very least giggles, and at the most screams. hates it with a passion ((not really)) but puts up with it for everyone else ((again not really)) )

Alt:

Remy: 4 (def ticklish in one very specific spot and no where else for some reason. will laugh alot and have fun with it but he's much more of a Ler)

Emile: (y'all don't kill me please I've never seen cartoon therapy I keep meaning to but still haven't so all I know is he's a therapist(?) so I can't really do him but for the heck of it I have him as 6.9)

TW DARK SIDES:

Janus: 6.5 (Fairly ticklish, mostly in obscure (?) places and almost none in the traditional "tickle spots". places like palms, ankles, wrists, face, and neck. He hides it well but if you're persistent he'll die)

Remus: 3 (in my personal HC I don't really like Remus all that much so I just hc him not at all but realistically I think he's a solid 3 cause that's like everyone on earth tbh. he hides it incredibly well tho)

anywho these are my personal HC thank you so much for the ask anon!!!!

[blue-little-angel]

Heyo! Can I pls pls request some tickle headcanons for BSD's Decay of Angels? (Just Fyo, Nikolai, and Sigma).

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Fandom: boungo stray dogs

Character used: Sigma, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol

Warning: tickles 💙

Sigma:

Lee:

MY SOFT LITTLE BABY

I feel like he would love to get his neck gently scratched and tickled while someone is doing his hair

Or slightly running fingers along his spines

He got that cute little giggly laugh, and it gets him so embarrassed it's not even funny anymore

He will probably go stiff and not be able to move a muscle when tickled because well it's new to him

My boy probably didn't even know what tickling is-

Well that was before he knew Nikolai, let alone Dazai x)

In short I feel like he would absolutely melt if tickled gently enough, he will try to keep his laughter silent

Key word is "try"

If you tease him he's a goner

Ler:

How????

Okay let's say y'all managed to push him over the edge and make him be a ler

He will try to act cool at first, trying to mask how he is himself flustered

too bad he will probably be struggling to even get his hands on his lee

Y'all be thinking he's building up the tension, while Sigma is just trying to not freak out and actually tickle the lee

He will find himself staring at his lee, more than he would like to admit

He ends up more flustered than the lee lmao

I feel like he would be an extremely gentle ler, making sure his lee isn't overwhelmed

He could be great with aftercare, but that little angel will be running away before (his already falling) confident mask shatter down

Nikolai:

Lee:

Really jumpy lee, his a little frog, catch him before he disappears in his coat

No seriously, if you wanna wreck him you gotta catch him

It's not that he doesn't like it or stuff

But he likes to see his ler struggle soooo

he likes to be tickled (no shit Sherlock) he doesn't care if it's gentle or roughly

It just makes him feel free to laugh and he seeks freedom

Ler:

Oh boy-

Better run and hide

You know what forget about hiding, you have no chance

He can and WILL use his ability to wreck his lee

I mean can you blame him? You just look adorable when you giggle

This clown is quite unpredictable when tickling someone, he will poke, scratch, rub then go with feather-like touch

You never know what's coming next!

He's a big teaser

Will call his lee "little dove" and stuff like that

Well if aftercare for you means listening to his crazy rambling while he teleports both of you to a comfy place an aftercare, then yeah he's good at that

Fyodor:

Lee:

Do you have a death wish???? 🤡

Like let's imagine the ler is Dazai or Nikolai

Because Dazai can nullify Fyodor's ability

And because I believe in Fyolai

Sooooo he can't stand feather-like touches

They send him over the edge

But he loves it anyway so~

He doesn't like rough tickling

But he enjoys soft touches

Because he likes to be in control so soft tickles where he can still hold back his laughter is what he prefers

He can and will punch/kick his ler if he feels like he's losing control over his body

Ler:

Okay hum-

Yes this represents how flustered I'm about to be

MEAN

MEAN RAT

He will tease his lee like "mhh... what if I used my power right now?~"

Teasing

Teasing

Freaking teasing

We know how much this ratty b¡tch can analyze someone's reactions

He will use that to find his lee's most ticklish spots