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[scattershotsaffron]

Wasteland, baby!

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[navybrat817]

Sundresses and Leather

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader Summary: Your first date with Bucky doesn't go as planned, but that makes it all the more special. Word Count: Over 4.7k Warnings: First date, tension, flirting, brief moments of insecurity, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Graphics talent and thanks: Banner by @sgt-seabass. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Bucky edit by Nix. Moodboard by yours truly. Previous Part of AU: Sweet and Strong A/N: More Hottie and Sugar from our Sin on Skin AU. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thank you for spitballing), but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Tonight was the night. You were going out with Bucky Barnes. Excited for the date was a bit of an understatement. You may have told a few customers you had a date when they wished you a good day.

Thank God they were mostly regulars and seemed happy on my behalf.

"Maybe a sundress isn't nice enough," you told Tess, regretting the words the moment they left your mouth. She didn’t need to deal with you and your overthinking. Again.

"It's plenty nice. You’re going to look amazing,” she argued, going to check on the next batch of cookies. “And he can lift the skirt and bury his-"

"I thought you said I didn't have to get laid on my first date with him," you cut her off.

"You don't have to, but the visual alone will give him something for his spank bank later."

"Thank you for the vote of confidence," you smiled, but it quickly faltered.

You weren’t sure why a cloud drifted over your sunny disposition. Bucky was a good guy, a far cry from Richard. Gorgeous, kind, hardworking, the whole package. There was chemistry between the two of you that went beyond mere attraction. Maybe it was the fact that you were falling hard and fast for him that suddenly made you so nervous. You didn’t want to scare him away.

But he said he couldn’t stop thinking about me and he wouldn’t say that if he didn’t mean it.

Tess gave you a pointed look. “Stop overthinking. I’m begging you.”

“I’m not trying to,” you sighed, your nerves almost tempting you to grab a treat from the case. “What if I fall on my face?”

“Like Bucky would let you hit the ground. Even if you do stumble, that’s life. It isn’t going to change the fact that he likes you,” she said as you helped her with the cookies. You still had work to do. “The guy said he can’t get you off his mind and to text him whenever you want. He does not strike me as the type to just say those things and I know he doesn’t strike you as that type either.”

It took a moment, but your smile came back. She was right. Life wasn’t perfect and you were far from it, but Bucky liked you just as you are. Tonight would be unforgettable no matter what.

“I appreciate the pep talk,” you said, thankful that she told you what you needed to hear. “I’ll even tell you the dirty details if anything happens.”

“Hell yeah, you will. Remember, at this point, I’m living vicariously through you until I find my own hunk,” she winked. “But I mean it. Have fun tonight and get your man.”

I will.

After your shift, you rushed to change for your date. You somehow managed to arrive a few minutes early outside of Bucky's shop and took a deep breath to get yourself under control. Catching your reflection in the window, you smiled before you turned away. Since Bucky hadn’t given you any hint for what you were doing, you chose your nicest sundress and kept your makeup minimal. You looked and felt beautiful, though you wished you would’ve brought a jacket with you.

Maybe Bucky will let me borrow his if he has one.

“Holy shit.”

You spun around when you heard Bucky’s voice behind you, your heart fluttering as he met you on the sidewalk. Instead of the jeans you usually saw him in, he wore khakis, a button up shirt, and a blue blazer that matched his eyes. He had his hair down, perfectly parted on the right side. You were so busy staring at the broad, handsome man that it took you a moment to realize he was trying to hand you something.

Flowers.

“Sorry. You just… wow,” he said as you took the small bouquet, sweeping his gaze over you as your cheeks grew warm. “You look so beautiful.”

You giggled and quickly covered your mouth with your hand, butterflies in your stomach when he gently smiled. “Don’t apologize,” you smiled back, taking a moment to smell the flowers. “You look pretty ‘holy shit’ yourself.”

His nose scrunched as he laughed and offered you his hand. “So, you’re telling me I clean up well. Steve insisted on the blazer when I said I wanted to bring my leather jacket.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Though I wouldn’t have minded the leather jacket,” you said. He would’ve looked gorgeous, as always. “And thank you for suggesting we meet here. We had a last minute order and I was scrambling."

"It's no problem. One of my clients was running a few minutes late and I almost had to take you out in jeans."

"I wouldn't have minded," you said. You both worked hard and understood that things would come up from time to time. "So, where are we headed?"

He cleared his throat as he led you to his car. “Well, do you want the good news or the bad news?”

Your stomach dropped a little. “Mmm. Bad news first,” you said after a moment. “Always better to end on a high note.”

“Bad news was I had planned to take you out on my motorcycle so we could have a picnic in the park. There was going to be live music and I would’ve asked you to dance,” he explained, looking up at the sky. “But…”

“The weather called for a storm tonight, didn’t it?” you mused, a wistful smile on your face when he nodded. The image of being in his arms under the stars as music drifted through the air made your heart skip a beat. It sounded like the perfect evening.

“Yeah. The band is rescheduling,” he said, tucking his hair behind his ear as he looked at the ground. “Then I thought I could take you to this art gallery nearby. They normally have these stunning paintings of landscapes and various statues, but the current exhibit is on human sexuality and reproduction. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but maybe it was too much for a first date.”

“Oh, come on. It couldn’t have been that bad,” you argued as he stopped and took out his phone.

“No?” he asked, tapping his screen before he showed you what you assumed was the page for the gallery.

“…That’s a giant dick,” you said before you could stop yourself, tilting your head as you stared at the phone. “And does that say BALLS?”

An older woman crossing in the opposite direction gave you an amused stare before you and Bucky burst into a fit of laughter. You had to hold on his arm to keep from collapsing on the ground. It was the funniest thing you had seen since you could remember and to think you almost saw it in person.

This date is off to a great start.

“Maybe I wanted to see a giant dick and balls,” you said once you caught your breath, pointing at him when he opened his mouth. “And don’t say ‘all I have to do is pull down my pants’ or something like that.”

But I know he has a big dick. I know.

He smirked as he started walking again. “Only if you ask me nicely, Sugar.”

He’s going to kill my ovaries.

“I’ll ask you very nicely, Hottie,” you teased, wondering exactly where you were going then. “If that was the bad news, what’s the good news?”

“I managed to get us a reservation at one of the nicest restaurants in town,” he said, standing a bit taller.

He’s trying to impress me.

“That's really nice. And I’m sure dinner will be amazing,” you assured him, hoping he didn’t beat himself up over having to change his plans. It wasn’t his fault it was going to rain. He could’ve taken you to a fast food place and it would’ve been fine because you were with him.

“Speaking of, I better get us there so we aren’t late,” he said, opening the door for you to get in. “Maybe if you agree to a second date, I can take you out on my bike and have that picnic.”

“I’d love that,” you smiled, carefully putting the flowers in your lap and trying not to appear too eager that he was already thinking of a second date. You glanced around the car when he got in and drove off, noticing it was cleaner than when he took you home days prior.

Did he clean it for me?

You grinned as he hummed along to the radio, watching as he drummed his fingers along the steering wheel. “You could’ve made it as a musician if you weren’t a tattoo artist.”

“Now you’re just flattering me, Sugar,” he said. “Believe it or not, if I wasn’t a tattoo artist, I would’ve liked to be a science teacher. I loved science and everything space related growing up.”

“Really?” you asked. He would’ve been a wonderful teacher, no matter what age group he taught. “Okay. That’s another date night.”

“What? Playing teacher?” he joked, taking his eyes off the road for a second to wink at you.

“No,” you giggled, carefully shoving his arm since he was driving. “We’re going to a science museum. That's our third date. I’m going to watch you happily geek out over everything.”

“Yeah?” he asked, glancing at you after he parked the car. “You’d do that?”

“Yeah, I would. I think it would be a blast.”

I just want to spend time with you.

A soft expression took over his features when he took your hand and brought it to his mouth. His lips lightly brushed your skin, heat pooling in your gut as he made eye contact with you. The look alone made you want to skip dinner and go right to dessert. Why not throw caution to the wind?

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he promised before he got out.

You exhaled slowly and mentally told your libido to calm down. At the very least, you had to get through dinner. He went through the trouble of getting a reservation at a nice place and you weren’t about to take that away from him.

“Oh, wow. I haven’t been here before,” you said once you got a look at the name. Richard used to brag about the place, but never actually took you. From what you remember, he said the food was supposed to be expensive. You didn’t want Bucky to splurge on you.

“I haven’t either,” Bucky admitted. A fancy place didn’t seem like his style. “But it looked romantic.”

You bit your lip as he opened the door, the flickering candlelight in the entryway alone providing an intimate ambience. The date may not have been what he planned, but he clearly did his research and put thought into doing something nice for you. When was the last time someone tried to do something nice for you? When did anyone go out of their way to make you feel special?

“Hello,” Bucky said as the hostess greeted you. “Reservation for two under James.”

James?

The hostess scanned her screen before she looked up. “I’m sorry. That name isn’t coming up.”

Bucky’s cheeks turned pink when you glanced at him. “It should be under James, miss. James Barnes. Reservation for two for 7pm. I spoke with Charles. He confirmed it.”

You moved closer to Bucky when the hostess searched through her screen again. As calm as he sounded, you sensed he was anything but inside. You hoped he wasn’t embarrassed. Maybe she skipped over his name. A simple mistake.

“Charles did make a reservation for you, but he entered it for 7pm next Friday,” she said as she looked between the two of you. “We’re fully booked tonight. I'm sorry, James.”

Oh, no.

There was a tick in Bucky’s jaw before he shook his head and you wanted nothing more than to hug him. “No, that’s… It’s for tonight.”

“I’m so sorry. I can see if we can squeeze a table in for you, but it’ll be at least an hour,” she said, shifting uncomfortably on her feet. She probably expected one or both of you to make a scene. "I can get my manager?"

Bucky swallowed when he looked at you, his cheeks still pink. The candlelight danced in his eyes, but all you saw was sadness. No. You wouldn't allow that. This was your first date and it was going to be amazing.

You put a hand on his arm, his muscles relaxing under your touch. "It's okay. I know this amazing place that’s right around the corner."

"Are you sure?" he asked, the hostess visibly relaxing when you nodded.

"You have a good evening," you said to the hostess and tugged Bucky back toward the door. "I'm sure. Trust me. We may even beat the rain if we walk now."

“Okay,” he said, avoiding your gaze as you left. “Fuck. This is the worst first date, isn’t it?”

Your heart broke for him. All he wanted was to give you a nice evening and everything he tried fell through. “Not even close. And you have nothing to apologize for. Charles messed up the reservation, Hottie, not you.”

“Yeah, he did,” he said, his lip tugging like he wanted to smile. “I just really wanted tonight to be special and since I couldn’t give you the date I planned, I wanted to at least give you something nice. I couldn't even do that.”

Hearing that made you stop, even when you felt the first raindrop. "Tonight is special because you're spending time with me. That's all I wanted," you promised, squeezing his hand for good measure.

"That's really all?" he asked as he squeezed your hand in return.

"Well, not completely," you teased as another raindrop landed on your shoulder. "Maybe a kiss at the end of our date."

A wide smile formed on his face as he leaned in, not quite kissing you. "Whatever you want, Sugar."

As romantic as it was to stand on the sidewalk with him, the rain began to come down harder and had you rushing with him around the corner. “If you're still disappointed, you’ll feel much better when we eat. Antonia’s has the best food,” you said, holding out your hand in a grand gesture as you arrived. “Tada!”

Antonia's was a bit of a hole-in-the-wall kind of place. Not extraordinary on the outside, but lively and bright on the inside. The food and service were top notch. It was one of your favorite places.

“Wait, Antonia's?” he asked, a twinkle in his eyes. “This is where you’re taking me?”

“Yeah,” you replied, suddenly nervous as you faced him. Did he not like it? “Is this okay?”

“This is one of my new favorite restaurants,” he said.

No way.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. I designed one of Antonia's tattoos. And I decided to check out the place."

He's full of surprises.

"Then you know you're in for a treat," you winked.

The hearty aroma of the restaurant filled the air as you went inside and wiped some of the rain off your dress. Antonia was speaking with the hostess as you went up to the stand. The owner was involved in virtually every part of her restaurant.

"Welcome to…" Antonia began as she looked at you, then at Bucky, then back at you. "Oh! You two… it's a date!"

Antonia looks so happy.

"Hi. And yes. We're on a date," you giggled when Bucky sheepishly smiled. It was sweet. "You wouldn't happen to have a table for two available, would you?"

Antonia put her hand over her heart and flagged down a waiter with the other. "Lover's special for these two. Go."

You exchanged a look with Bucky, who appeared just as confused as you were. "Lover's special?"

"Yes, yes. Come with me," she said, patting Bucky's cheek before she took you through the restaurant. You expected her to seat you at one of the few empty tables, but she passed them to take you to a door in the back. "Tonight is special and that means a special dinner."

Your eyes widened at the sight before you once she opened the door. There was a lone table in the middle of the room, flowers similar to the bouquet Bucky gave you sat in the center. Unlike the bright main room, the dimmed lights gave the room a romantic glow.

Perfect.

"Peter will serve you. And if you need anything, just ask, okay?" Antonia asked, putting her hand over her heart again. Were there tears in her eyes? "Two of my favorite customers. Together! Enjoy!"

You had to pause and swallow the lump in your throat once she left you alone. A restaurant owner showed more enthusiasm for your date than your mom did for anything that involved you. She likely never would.

"You okay?" Bucky asked, pulling out your chair.

"I'm fine," you replied, refusing to let the thought of your mom damper the evening. "A little chilly. I should've brought a sweater with me."

Bucky removed his blazer and put it around you, tenderness in his blue eyes as he rubbed your arms. "I can't wait to see you in my leather jacket," he said, helping you take your seat before he took his.

Oh, he's going to give me his jacket? Am I going to only wear his jacket? Fuck.

"Thank you," you said, inhaling as he rolled up one of his sleeves beneath the elbow and then the other. You reached across the table to lightly trace one of the tattoos on his right arm. "It was nice of Antonia to put us back here."

"Then why did you look so sad when she left?"

He caught that?

"She just looked so happy to see us together and I didn't expect that. It's nice that someone is rooting for us," you said, tracing your finger along his wrist before you stopped. "I'm sorry. I should've asked before I started touching."

"Don't apologize. I like your touch," he said in a low voice.

You lifted your gaze, seeing fire in his eyes that had nothing to do with the dim lighting. When he turned his hand over to hold yours, you made no move to pull away. You wished you could put your hands all over him.

"Hi! I'm Peter!" The waiter greeted as he brought water to the table. Bucky didn't let go of your hand. "I'll be taking care of you tonight."

"Only one taking care of my girl tonight is me," Bucky said. As much as you loved hearing that, you were glad he gave poor Peter a tiny smile so he could relax. "I'm kidding. It's good to see you, Peter."

"Y-You, too, Mr. Barnes. And you, Miss. You have the best cupcakes in town."

"Thanks," you smiled, quickly putting in your order before you gazed at Bucky. "So, James. Tell me more about you. How long have you been friends with Steve?"

"James is my first name. Everyone calls me Bucky," he chuckled before he shook his head. "And that punk."

You smiled softly as you listened to Bucky, not at all surprised by how easily the conversation went. Steve was his best friend since childhood and they served together before they went into business together. It was evident that he took pride in his shop and respected everyone who worked there. He carried the same affection in his tone when he spoke about his sister, Rebecca. He liked to frequent art galleries with Steve, but also enjoyed riding his bike, reading, and everything science in his spare time.

I could listen to him talk for hours.

"You know, you haven't said much about yourself," he pointed out as he set his napkin on his empty plate.

"I haven't?" You asked.

"No, you haven't and I don't want to monopolize the conversation," he said, leaning forward to give you his full attention. "I want to know more about you."

You tightened the blazer around you, unsure of what to say. "My life isn't exactly exciting," you said, wishing you could think of something clever or fun to discuss.

"Doesn't have to be exciting. I just want to know you," he said before Peter showed back up.

"Would you like to look at the desert menu?" he asked as he took your plates away.

"I think you can bring the check. We're going to skip dessert," you answered, giving Bucky an assuring smile when he frowned. "Let's go to my shop instead."

If Bucky wanted to really know you, you had to tell him more of your story. Your bakery was the only place to do it. And it would be the perfect way to end the evening.

After you left the restaurant, with Antonia asking you to come back again, Bucky drove as safely as he could to the bakery. The rain didn't let up at all. You shrieked as you struggled to get the keys out of your purse, Bucky's blazer now soaked the longer you stood there. "Why didn't I get these out when I was still in your car?!" You shouted over the downpour.

"Why didn't I bring an umbrella?!" He yelled back, putting his hands over your head as if they would protect you.

The two of you practically fell through the door once you unlocked it and shut off the alarm. "We made it," you laughed, careful not to slip on the floor. He had his arm around you just in case. Tess was right, He wouldn't let you fall. "I'll get us some towels and you have your pick of any dessert I have in the fridge."

"You have any cupcakes?" He asked.

Your breath caught in your throat when you stepped back and caught the outline of multiple tattoos through his soaked shirt. "Yeah."

"See something you like?" he smirked, running a hand through his wet hair.

Fuck me.

"I do," you said, glancing down at yourself. "But I'm freezing and I owe you dessert."

Tess might also have words if I let Bucky ravage me by the front door.

You took Bucky to the kitchen and grabbed a few towels. It wouldn't dry you off completely, but it would help. You also put on some soft music. Not to set the mood necessarily, but just in case.

"So, this is where the magic happens," Bucky said, running the towel along his exposed skin.

"It is," you said, placing your hand on the counter. "You said you wanted to know me. It starts here."

"In the kitchen?"

"In the kitchen," you repeated, going to the fridge to take a container of cupcakes out. "I used to visit my grandparents every weekend when I was growing up. My dad wasn't around and my mom said it was for family quality time, but she never stuck around. The reality was that I cramped her style and she passed me off to them because she knew they wouldn't say no."

Bucky's jaw clenched as you let him take a cupcake. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," you said, gripping the lid tightly before you closed the container. "I remember crying because I wanted to take dance classes and try and make friends. My mom said I would be a terrible dancer and that it would be a waste of time and money. A great thing for a kid to hear, right?"

"Jesus," he whispered.

It wasn't exactly the happiest conversation to have, but you wanted to show Bucky a part of you that you didn't show to most people. "My grandma wiped my tears away and brought me into her kitchen. Said she had the perfect cure for the blues. Baking. And that's what we did every weekend until I got old enough to look after myself."

"Your grandma sounds amazing," he said, carefully examining the cupcake in his hand. "And baking became your passion."

"It did. She taught me to pour love into every creation I make. And that's what Tess and I do for others. If someone is having a bad day, at least they can have a treat and feel a little better," you said, pride in your eyes as you looked around. "My grandma supported my dream, but my mom almost disowned me for wanting to run this place. It isn't good enough in her eyes."

I'm not good enough.

Bucky's nostrils flared as he set the dessert down. "Your business isn't good enough for her? What the hell? It's flourishing. I can barely find a lull to come in to get some undivided attention. And your customers love you. She should be proud of you."

His defense of you was heartwarming. "Doesn't matter how successful my business is. She wanted me to marry rich, probably so she could get money from me, but I didn't. She berated me when I broke up with Richard. No matter what I do, I'm never going to be good enough in her eyes," you told him, patting the counter with your hand. "But this makes me happy and that's enough."

"That's why you were sad that Antonia was so happy about our date, wasn't it? Because your mom either doesn't or wouldn't support it," he guessed, reaching for you and pulling you into his arms. "She'll probably hate me. I'm not rich. Covered in tattoos."

"I don't care what she thinks of you. I don't need a rich guy or fancy dates. I just want someone who can provide companionship and support. Someone who respects and cares for me," you said, wrapping your arms around him. "A good, hard-working guy like you deserves the same."

It was too soon to voice it, but Bucky was the kind of man you needed in your life. Someone you could share parts of yourself with and know he wouldn't judge. A man who made your heart race beyond lust.

A partnership.

He stared deeply into your eyes and you had no idea what was going through his head, but his gaze told you so much. How could a pair of eyes be so expressive? "You're perfect, Sugar, and more than enough. You hear me?"

Tears welled up in your eyes before you blinked them away. He sounded sincere and unashamed at his declaration. You hadn't done anything to deserve such praise. "No, I'm not," you whispered.

"You are to me. You took a chance and asked me out. Soothed me when tonight didn't go the way I thought it would," he said, gripping your chin to recapture your gaze. "And you trusted me enough to share something vulnerable with me when you didn't have to. It means everything."

"I feel like I can open up to you," you said as the two of you slowly swayed to the beat. You couldn't remember why you were nervous about your date to begin with.

"And I'll take care of you. I mean it."

I hope he knows I'll take care of him, too.

"You know," you began with a soft smile. "Our first kiss was in your shop."

"It was," he smiled.

"So I think it's only fair that we have our second kiss in my shop," you said.

"You did say you wanted a kiss to end our date," he said, bringing a hand to the back of your neck, but giving you a chance to stop him.

You didn't.

Even though you expected it, you still gasped when he molded his mouth against yours. Your heart pounded furiously in your chest, making you both eager and pliant as he licked his way across your lips. When he brushed his tongue against yours and took possession of your mouth, you mewled. Desire nearly blinded you from the taste of him.

I want more.

"I don't want our date to end," you breathed, clutching his arms to steady yourself.

"It doesn't have to," he said, resting a hand on your hip. His eyes were dark and full of want. To have him look at you that way, how could you possibly end the evening with one kiss? Why deny yourself what you both wanted?

"No, it doesn't," you agreed with a coy smile. "So. My place or yours?"

So. How do we think the evening will go? Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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[soubi122]

A Helping Hand

This was a quick scenario that I couldn't get out of my head and for the life of me, it had me squirming in my chair at work. Not edited, forgive the sloppiness.

Warnings: fingering, f!oral, smut, anal (pt3), implied exhibitionist (pt3), dubcon at the beginning of part 3, overstimulation, vibrator, it was all over the place. Sorry if I missed anything.

MDNI! - respectfully, GO AWAY!

Scenario:

Being a member of a gang was already thrilling enough with the constant fights and feisty members. The bond between you and them was on a platonic level, though you’ve never dared cross the line with them, subtle touches and glances had your heart racing. You’d still seek adrenaline to keep you entertained every now and then. Exploring new things was nothing new, you’d enjoy trying fun little things in public and basked at the risk of getting caught. Earlier that day, you decided to walk around with a wireless vibrator inside you. You kept toggling with the remote between the low and medium settings, you had no intention of keeping it in all day until you realized that it was pushed a little too far up. Your fingers couldn’t reach it and when trying to shut it off - the button got stuck, ultimately breaking the controller and making the setting go a little higher. An emergency meeting didn’t give you time to go home and change, when you went to a restroom to try and get the toy out, you couldn't reach it. You had no choice but to attend the meeting in a fucked up state. That was the thing though, no one ever caught on to your little lewd actions but this time, it didn’t go as planned. During the meeting, they noticed how you kept fidgeting, kept your distance and refused to sit down. Your face was dusted in pink and your eyes were glossy - almost as if you were dazed or high. After the meeting, you were pulled aside and confronted.

1. Who takes you home and punishes you? Draken, Mitsuya, Baji, Kazutora, Smiley, Sanzu, Kokonoi, Mochi, Mucho, Rindou, Shion

“Oi…are you not feeling well?” He asks and places his hand on your forehead to check for a fever. He could hear your unsteady breathing and the tremble on lip got him on high alert. It was mortifying to have your captain/teammate potentially discover the real reason you’re feeling faint. The softest whimper and unintended puppy eyes had him worried for you. Without hesitating, he swung you over his shoulder and left the meeting area. The others were concerned that something may have happened or that you fell ill but did not follow unless instructed. 

He took you home and could feel how your body continued to shiver and your shortness of breath - they had him on edge. Laying you down in your bed, he was about to dash out of the room to get some medicine but you stopped him by snatching his arm. “Wait…it’s not what you think.” You say almost in tears. “You’re in pain, don’t try to tough it out!” He exclaims and snatches his arm away to head to the doorway. However, he freezes the moment he hears you moan out his name. You didn’t mean to but just as you called out his name - your climax hit you like a truck.

Turning around to face you, he sees you clenching the sheets with your back arched and legs spread. Was he imagining things or did you actually call out to him in a rather lewd way? “...(Y/N)?” He barely manages to say before your 2nd orgasm washes over you. You're a moaning and panting mess. Oh that look, he’s seen it various times in porno videos - a lump began to form in his throat as he struggled to say something. At this point, you’re moaning your sentences to him and reaching for him. “Oh god! Help me get it out!” He rushes over and begins to unbuckle your pants, pulling them down and sees the wet patch in the pantyline. 

His heart is pounding out of his chest, you were his friend and teammate, and yet he’s stripping you as if he’s your lover. “I-It’s stuck! The vibrator…take it out! Take it out! OH FUCK!” Your moans were like a call of the night to him, he saw your chest heaving and your slick beginning to seep through the fabric of your panties. He begins to pull your pantyline to the side and couldn’t help but get hard at seeing your bare pussy coated in your juices. “Fuck (Y/N)...” He exhales a shaky breath and slowly slides his fingers between your folds, gathering the slick to coat his fingers. The sensations were embarrassing but your desperation made you not give a shit about who was touching and seeing you. You just wanted this thing out of you. 

The sweetest moan dripped from your lips like honey along with his name when he prodded your core. He could feel the vibrations from your toy and his breath hitched at your warmth. “Hurry! Please, I’m about to cum!” You cry and beg him as your hips begin to move on their own. The sensation of his fingers stretching you out was driving you wild. He dove deeper into your cunt and was purposefully touching spots inside your walls to get you to react. He never knew that he’d fall in love with the sound of his name coming from your lips. “Almost got it…” He pretended to struggle. 

The third orgasm was clawing its way out. He threw you over the edge when his thumb began to circle your clit. “What are you-ah! Fuck fuck fuck!” You scream and throw your head back in ecstasy as he ripped the third orgasm from you. He had front row seats to see your squirt all over his fingers and wrist. With your whole body twitching and trembling, he couldn’t help but bask at seeing you at this mercy. The mischievous grin that spread across his lips made you clench around his fingers. “Ngh…please, I’m begging you…” You’re out of breath, sweating and a beautiful mess. “Take this as punishment for doing this at a meeting…though I’m sure someone else would have loved to punish you, I’ll just have to take care of you myself.” He says and lowers his head between your thighs. 

With one long swipe of his tongue, you felt your surroundings melt and your voice kept calling out to him. Your hands gripped his tresses and tried to pry him off but his hot tongue felt too good to stop. Somewhere somehow he ended up stripping you bare and oh how your body had him in a trance. Those perfect tits he’s only ever dreamed of putting in his mouth or play with, they were now begging to be touched. His touch was tender on your breasts. Placing open mouth kisses and gentle pinches, seeing you react to his every move had him in the clouds. “Who would have known that our little princess was…well, a perfect little slut.” His tone of voice made a chill run down your spine, you’ve never seen him like this before. Let alone even heard anything about this type of behavior from him. He wouldn’t, would he? Would he dare to cross the line between friend and lover? It’s a little too late for that. Those lines were blurred the moment you screamed his name. 

The entire night he had you ruining the bed sheets and screaming until your throat was sore. His constant teasing, his touches, the first time kissing him - it all felt so surreal. To think that your teammate would have ulterior motives, well to be fair they just happened to blossom in the midst of your risqué action. 

Finally, after an eternity he pulled out the still vibrating toy. You were left a complete mess, barely moving with your bare chest heaving and drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. He examines it and thinks to himself, This little thing was driving you insane? Twisting the toy, he was able to open it and take out the batteries, making it stop. Tossing it aside, he looked down at you, devouring your naked form and positioned himself to give you something more to scream about. 

2. Who needs it to be spelled out for them? Mikey, Takemichi, Chifuyu, Angry, Inui, Shinichiro, Hakkai, Kakucho

“(Y/N), you ok? You don’t look so good?” He asks with a concerned look on his face. You nod weakly and begin to walk away, however, your knees give out and he catches you. The way your body was trembling, he was afraid that you were probably catching a cold or the flu. “I’m taking her home, she’s not feeling so well.” You try to explain that you’re ok but he wasn’t having it. The others remained quiet, it’s like they knew something else was up but only chuckled and shook their heads at the clueless man taking you home. 

Barely managing to get through the front door and into the living room, he sits you down on the couch and runs to your kitchen to look for medicine. You were left panting and clutching the couch pillows for stability, desperately holding back. It was becoming too much, your body felt hot and your vision was beginning to go white. You bite your hand to keep from making too much noise, the pent up orgasm had you sliding down to the floor. 

When he comes back with a glass of water and medicine in hand, he sees you doubled over on the floor with tears in your eyes. “Oi! What’s wrong? Should I take you to a hospital?!” He puts the items in his hands on the coffee table and rushes to your side. Only when he places a hand on your thigh, he feels a slight vibrating sensation and panics. “What’s going on?! Are you having a seizure?” He tries to get you to sit up straight but you refuse to move to avoid looking him in the eyes. “N-Ngh…No hospital…” You barely manage to say between a moan. This poor soul thought you were groaning from being in pain. The sensation of a second orgasm was creeping up on you, making your breathing unsteady and your moans get a little louder. He thought you were going to die. He managed to roll you over but the moment he did, you moaned his name and buried your face into his chest. Your hands were gripping his shirt for dear life with shaky hands.

“I’m here, I’m here - but how can I help you if you don’t tell me what's wrong?!” He exclaims and worries that you might not live to see tomorrow if he doesn’t get help. Looking up at him, your face was dusted in pink and you had tears streaming down your face. The look of innocence and embarrassment only made his heart flutter, were you actually ok? “I…I need help.” You mutter and place your hand on your womb. He was slightly confused now - “Are you cramping or something? I don’t think I can help you with that.” He says and looks away embarrassed that he was panicking over you getting your period. You huff and take his hand, placing it lower and closer between your thighs. “No… the v-vibrator. It’s…it’s stuck…” He couldn’t comprehend what the hell you were talking about until he felt the vibrations a little better. 

His face went as red as a tomato when he realized what you were referring to. “O-Oh… you mean you…” He feels his heart rate spike when you whimper and moan. Saying his name while you’re in this state immediately made a tent in his trousers. Oh shit. He thinks to himself as he tries to hide it. “Your fingers are - ah! Oh god… they’re longer than mine.” You whine, leaning him back on the couch and lay back on his chest. His brain short circuited, was he going to have to finger you to get the toy out? Indeed he does.

Placing yourself between his legs, you could feel the raging hard on he had. You were feeling faint again, this was your teammate, your friend but you had no one else to turn to and you don’t think you’d last until the battery ran out. There was no way! Pulling your pants and panties down, you remove them completely - exposing your bare cunt for him. You felt his member twitch and throb on your lower back. He was in shock and could only pant at the site below him. “Please, you need to get it out!” You cry out to him and reach for his hand. His hand was shaking and you felt like this was a really bad idea, but you were desperate. Calling his name, he snapped out of his daze. “I’ve never done this before.” He says and lets you guide his hand between your folds. “I won’t hurt you will I?” He was worried that his fingers were too long or too thick. Shaking your head no, you reassured him that he wasn’t going to hurt you.

When his fingers prodded your entrance, you let out a squeak and instinctively moved your hips into him. Feeling how your body grinded against his cock made him let out a small moan. This was wrong, this was so wrong but you were begging him for help. “Deeper…” You simply say as you try to bite back another moan. He follows your instructions and slowly slides his fingers inside you. The warmth of your walls and feeling of your slick coating his fingers - he thought he was going to bust at any moment. “Oh fuck…fuck, hurry up! I’m so close…” You moan out loud and begin to grind your hips into his fingers. His fingers curl as he tries searching for the toy and ends up hitting that spongy spot that makes you see stars. Throwing your head back into his shoulders, you scream his name and grind against his member, bringing him to the edge of insanity. 

He stopped searching when he felt you squirt all over his fingers, and he pulled his fingers out to see that they were covered in your sheen juices. Temptation was eating away at him, he didn’t know whether to continue efforts or just make you cum again. Panting and out breath, you beg him to take it out. “Ngh…please!” Without hesitation, he gripped your hips and slid his fingers inside you. Going deeper and making your back arch, he had you at his mercy. You could hear him panting and felt his member throbbing - he was having a harder time than you were. 

Finally, he managed to pull it out and you both remained on the floor, panting and a little embarrassed. Looking up at him, you noticed how his lips parted and how enticing they were. When he looked down at you, he saw you staring at him in a daze. “(Y/N)...” He pants and you bite your lip at the sound of his voice. All other sounds in the room faded and only the pounding of your hearts could be heard. Slowly, you both closed the distance and ever so gently brushed your lips against his - this moment was intimate, tender and full of yearning. When he caved and kissed you, it was innocent - could this be his first kiss? Who knows, at this point in time nothing else mattered, he fingered a woman for the first time and perhaps he might just get laid for the first time. 

3. Who punishes you in front of everyone? Izana, Ran, South, Taiju, Hanma

“You seem to be lost in the clouds, woman.” He sneers. Panic begins to take over as you notice that he’s getting closer. If he finds out he will never let you live it down. “Nn-no, what are you t-talking about?” You stutter on your own words and avoid eye contact with him. “Is that so?” He hums and takes your hand, leading you towards a ledge where you and him can sit down.  Crap, you didn’t want to sit down or else the vibrations could be heard against the hard surface. “The meeting is over, may I be excused?” You say nervously and almost pant your words. His ears perked up at hearing you panic. “No, take a seat - I need to talk to you.” He grins and forces you to sit. 

The way you’re shifting and leaning back against the wall, he could see that whatever you had was driving mad. When he sat next to you, you scooted away a little but his immediate reaction was to pull you in close by the hip. Opps…when he did, you let out a moan and he felt the faint vibrations. “Oh? Don’t tell me…” He says and cups your chin, making you face him. Your teary eyes and pink dusted face made him bear a toothy grin. One that you wished you didn’t cause. “Wait…Please, it’s not what you think. I-I didn’t mean to come to the meeting like this.” You say and tremble under his searing gaze. Your quivering lip only further accelerated the malice growing inside him. “…did you want to get caught? Hmm?” He whispers heavily in your ear. He was sending shivers down your spine with his sardonic tone. You shake your head no and beg him to let you go home. He quickly placed you on his lap with your back against his chest. Nothing could have prepared you for the next moment.

The others were now staring and wondering what kind of trouble you got yourself into if you’re being lectured or toyed with by him. He motioned for one of his subordinates to come closer and gave him a single order. They all paused for a moment, thinking that he wasn’t serious. But the fire in his eyes made the subordinate quickly follow his instructions. With trembling hands the poor male quickly unbuttoned and unzipped your pants. In an instant you were pantless. “What are you doing?! Stop!” You yell but your mouth is quickly covered by your teammate’s/captain's hand. “You’re going to show everyone why you were having a hard time focusing on the meeting.” His voice was loud enough for all other members to hear. Your flushed face and tear stained cheeks only made him more merciless. His thick member was now throbbing against your ass. He was going to lay you bare in front of everyone.  

Having him hold your legs apart for everyone to see the shameful mess you made of yourself - it was mortifying but you couldn’t help but enjoy the excitement of being seen. All member’s eyes were on you and your slick coated cunt. “Now everyone here knows how much of a filthy little slut you are…” He coos in your ear and hooks one arm under your thigh, letting the other leg drop and he plunges two thick fingers in your core. Your lewd moan had others palming themselves, they never thought you would be this bold and have a sex toy inside you during a meeting. Of course with your luck, you got caught by one of the worst people in the gang. 

“Are you really that desperate for something between your legs that you resorted to this?” He chuckles as you try to close your legs. His strength made it almost impossible to even budge. “Enough! Please…I’m gonna-” You begin to beg but he cuts you off with a laugh and sinks his fingers in deeper. The way his fingers are thrusting inside you had you seeing the fucking aurora borealis lights. The lewd sounds of your own juices could be heard as your orgasm was forced out of you. You felt your eyes roll back into your skull when he continued his motions, he was going to make you come undone again. “W-Wait! I just came! Stop!” You cry and writhe in his lap. Your hand tried to stop him but you had little to no strength left. The tingling in your spine made your back arch and oh how he made a mess out of you. 

“If you wanted pleasure…you could have just asked, (Y/N).” He teases and nibbles on your ear. You bite back a moan but he grips your jaw and forces you into a sloppy kiss. All reasoning went out the window. Your friend, your teammate/captain crossed the line and yet you wanted him to treat you a rougher. Some members had to excuse themselves to either relieve the tension in their trousers or change their trousers, they busted when your pretty pussy squirted and clenched around nothing. 

“Fuck…fuck…I’m begging you…ngh! Take it out, I c-can’t reach it.” You whimper and bite his lip. Oh? That’s why she showed up like she did, it’s in too deep? He thinks to himself and hooks one arm under both your thighs. Lifting you he manages to release his throbbing cock and places it right at the entrance of your tight ring. The hot tip touching your back entrance made you squeak in surprise and panic. There was no way you were ready for this. For him to fuck you from behind when there is a vibrator inside your sopping cunt while everyone watches, just the thought made your core throb and clench around the toy. 

With the amount of slick dripping from you, he didn’t need much to prepare - he rubbed his tip against you to gather enough for him to slide into you. When his tipped prodded you, you thought you were going to die. It was so thick, it felt like you were going to tear. “It’s too big! Fuck fuck!” You moan and dig your nails into his thigh. His husky moan echoed in your ear and you felt him go in inch by inch. “See darlin’...you want me just as much as I do. You're taking me so well.”  He pants, lowering you into him and thrusts the last remaining inches inside you. Taking a moment to adjust to his length, he let your legs rest on his thighs - it gave you the opportunity to move at your own pace. To show you off like this, he wanted everyone to know that you now belonged to him. They will never get the chance to see you like this again. Besides, who would be able to fill you up like him? No one. 

All the other remaining men were stroking themselves over the clothes, they were enjoying the show and couldn’t help but think of how you would feel on their cocks. The combination of him filling you up, the vibrator and the lewd scene that unfolded in front of their eyes - it made your hips move. “That’s my good girl... ” He moans and places his hands on your hips, guiding you and keeping you steady. You swore you could feel him in your throat, his length had you feeling more sensations than ever before. Being dazed and spell bound by him - he knew that you'd come back more. You had, there was no way anyone else would satisfy you. 

Everything was going so fast, that by the time you realized you were bouncing on his cock - you saw that the others had their cocks in their hands. They were jacking off to seeing you get fucked and oh the audience loved every second of it. Each time his cock hit the very edge, you felt the vibratory push against your golden spot and he noticed it. You were already tightly squeezing his cock but the more you got closer to infinity, the more he thought it was going to lose it. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” You cry out and throw your head back into his shoulder as your body twitches and releases your essence. He too came undone and filled you to the brim. His thick seed dripped down and hit the ground with a loud thud. He thought you were squeezing too hard still when he realized that the vibrator was still inside you. "Almost forgot about this…" He chuckles and removes it, tossing it into the crowd of men who were trying their hardest to clean up the mess they made. 

To think that they had a filthy little minx amongst them, too bad they didn’t get to you sooner. 

END

[katnisspeetaprim]

Broad Day Light

Min Yoongi/Reader

Im so sorry if this is bad. i haven't had time to properly edit this. I've been sick again recently, but I wanted to get at least something out for you guys!

Warnings: Injury, crowds, anxiety, established relationship, idol!au

Word Count: 1203 M.list

Walking down a busy street in the middle of the day shouldn’t have been an anxiety inducing task, but here you are. That’s all it’s felt like these days.

You and Yoongi went public a few years ago and paparazzi and sasaeng’s had mostly started to leave you alone after a few months, just the odd personal space invader here and there, but you learnt to live with the new found attention.

Fast forwards to 2023 and Yoongi’s solo tour was well under way. With a world tour came massive media attention, and with media attention, came paparazzi.

You weren’t famous, so having people run up to you with cameras was a surreal experience.

You tried your best to shield your face, but it was to no avail as the group of photographers bolted towards you from across the road.

‘Y/N! Over here!’

‘Are you going to any of the shows!?’

The group of men had effectively blocked your path, not allowing you to leave.

‘Please let me through. I have somewhere to be...’ You mumbled and wrapped your arms round yourself as you kept your head down and away from the cameras. You started forcing your way forwards.

‘Y/N! Yoongi and Halsey have been acting close! Did something happen between them!? Is that why you aren’t on tour with him?’ You know you shouldn’t dignify these people with a response, but the gall of implying that Yoongi would cheat on you with someone that had become a good friend to the both of you... It was enough to make you rage.

‘Of course not! They are good friends, now let me through- Ah!’ As you forcefully pushed your way through the crowd, you didn’t realise how close you were to the curb.  Your ankle rolled, causing you to topple over into the road.

Your hands, arms and knees were all scratched up, along with a twisted ankle. At least no cars were coming so you wouldn’t get run over. Though that seemed like a more preferable situation than the one you were currently in.

‘AH!’ You shakily sat up and grabbed your ankle, causing you to hiss out in pain.

‘Please just leave me alone!’ You screamed out and swiped out at the paparazzi circling round you.

‘Hey that’s assault! She just tried to hit me!’ One of the men shouted out, trying to garner sympathy with his fellow low lives.

You were all but breaking down into a full blown panic attack, when all of a sudden you felt a wave of hope flow through you when you heard the shouts of police officers approaching the scene.

‘Hey! What’s going on here? Out of the way!’ They pushed through the crowd and one knelt next to you, whilst the other two pushed back the group, ultimately threatening arrests if they didn’t dispurse.

‘Miss? Are you ok? Are you hurt?’

‘My ankle- I think it’s twisted!’ You whimpered, trying to hold back your tears.

‘Don’t worry. We’ll get you to the hospital.’

Hours later and you were finally able to go home. With a lot of help from your best friend, you were now sat in your living room, feeling sorry for yourself with your poor ankle all wrapped up.

The scraped that littered your limbs weren’t too bad, just a little sore. Stories had hit the web pretty much immediately, along with plenty of videos of the incident, filmed by multiple people.

With any luck, Yoongi would be too busy to even think about going online...

-Incoming video call from Yoongles-

Ah well. There goes that idea.

After a slight hesitation, you pushed the green answer button.

Yoongi suddenly appeared on screen. He’d clearly changed out of his concert gear and was now clad in comfy sweat pants and a jumper.

And he looked pissed.

‘Hey Yoongi...’ You trailed off, trying to sound normal.

‘Seriously? You going to pretend nothing happened?’ He stared at you in disbelief.

‘You should have called me when it happened!’ He continued on, raising his voice ever slightly.

You looked away from the screen, feeling guilty that you tried to keep it from him. Of course he would see the articles, so it was pointless to even try.

‘I’m sorry...’

Yoongi  took in your defeated appearance and groaned internally for adding more upset to your already stressful day.

‘No, I’m sorry for shouting. When I saw what happened, I just got so angry.’ He paused for a moment before shaking his head. ‘You got hurt because of me...’

‘Yoongi no!’ You sat up straighter, trying to reassure him. ‘This isn’t your fault. At all!’

He nodded slowly, but you could tell by the look in his eyes that he didn’t believe you.

‘I’m going to send you the number for one of our bodyguards. If you need to go somewhere, get him to drive you.

Yoongi suddenly moved the phone in his hands. He was clearly texting you.

You couldn’t help but smile at your boyfriend.

‘Yoongi! I’m sure they have better things to do than look after me!’ His message however, had already pinged on your phone.

‘You got attacked in broad daylight Y/N. Seems pretty serious to me.’ Yoongi deadpanned as he stared you right in the eyes.

The smile fell from your face. You couldn’t argue with the fact that you would feel a lot safer with someone escorting you...

‘I won’t be going anywhere for a while. My ankle is all screwed up.’ You joked, trying to lighten the mood a little.

You didn’t get to see Yoongi often these days, given how in demand he was. The last thing you wanted to do with your precious time together was be miserable.

Yoongi smirked mischievously.

‘Maybe you’ll stay out of trouble then.’ You drew back in mock offense.

‘Excuse me!?’ Where has the compassion gone to?’

‘I’m sure you’ll survive.’ He said, trying to hold back his smirk.

You couldn’t hold back and began to laugh for the first time that day.

‘I wish I could be there for you’ Yoongi suddenly spoke over your laughter. You immediately went quiet, knowing that Yoongi was still upset by the days events.

‘It’s ok. This is enough, for now.’ You smiled gently and gestured towards the phone screen separating the two of you.

‘Remind me again why you couldn’t come with me?’ Yoongi groaned and slumped back in his chair.

‘You know why. I couldn’t get off work.’ You giggled as you also snuggled down into your chair.

He frowned before once again beginning to type on his phone.

‘What’s wrong?’ You enquired curiously.

‘I’m not there, but Tae will be close by tomorrow. I’m sending him to check on you.’

‘Oh my god!’ You exclaimed with a laugh. ‘I can’t convince you I’m fine can I?’

‘Definitely not.’

You and Yoongi spent a long time on call together that night, making the most of every moment.

It was only after ending the call for the night, did you notice Taehyung had sent you a message.

Hey noona! Hope you are ready for a home spa day tomorrow!

P.S, Please tell Yoongi-hyung I made you happy... He’ll kill me if I fail!

[trendywaifus]

thinking about trying to button up clorinde’s blouse while she gets ready for work in the mornings. the collar shirt is so tight around her chest area that one of the buttons pops out and hits you right on the forehead. 😭 cw: none, gn! reader

edit: finally i released this! it was screaming to escape from my drafts.

“ mon amour, you don’t need to do this. “ clorinde says, a sliver of embarrassment in her voice as she watch you gracefully button up her blouse. you shake your head with a loving smile, “ nonsense, beautiful. i insist—oh my. “ as you reached towards her chest area, the button right between the valley of her breasts refused to go through the hole. in fact, it barely wanted to move at all. “ so. .you said this was tailored for you. .right? “ you inquired, jaw slightly clenched while you struggled to align the button with the hole.

“. .oui. “ she muttered, purple eyes sheepishly adverting to the side. noticing the discomfort on her countenance, you placed a quick kiss on her cheek. “ no need to be like that clorinde, its not you. maybe the tailor had made a small miscalculation or. . perhaps your breasts grown a wincy bit? “ clorinde emits a soft grunt, pale cheeks turning red at your speculation. maybe you should of kept the last part to yourself.

“ wh-which is fine! i love that for you! “ your fingers burned with exhaustion as you used all your strength to pull the button closer to the hole. with one final pull, it slipped through; you sighed heavily with relief. “ thank god. see? i got it—ouch!“ the button pops right out and flicks you on the forehead, you stumble backwards. clorinde swiftly catches you by the waist, cursing under her breath.

“ does it sting? let me see, mon amour. “ she insists with light pink cheeks, peeling your hand away from where the button had hit you, a small red spot was forming on your skin. while she was examining the small mark, your eyes trails down to her nearly exposed chest; It looked like they were about to spill out! your cheeks turns hot at the tasteful sight. “ ch-clorinde. .your. .”

she gives you a small confused look before her eyes widens at the realization and drops her attention to where your gaze was fixated on. her cheeks cutely darkens into a dark red. “ i-i’m sorry. .” she mumbles, backing away a bit, “ forgive me for hurting you and the sudden indecency my dear. “

“ don’t apologize, it’s not your fault and you’re my lover, “ you pulled her back in by the waist, smiling tenderly at her, “ i seen you many times before so no worries. “ you leaned forward to kiss her lips sweetly. the dualist awkwardly wraps her strong arms around your frame as she lets you kiss her. “ now, do you want me to unbutton it for you and find you a new blouse in the closet? we still have some time before you have to go to patrol. “ clorinde’s breath hitches when your hands softly squeezes her hips.

“ y-yes, i would be grateful. “

[theminecraftbee]

hermit horror week day 4: season 7 or taken over

Xisuma slowly blinks at the console logs for the server again. He's very tired; he's been collecting blackstone again, and it's very tiring, collecting blackstone. He's been building a lot of pretty houses, and stocking a lot of shops, and he hasn't had time to look at the console much recently. He probably shouldn't be now, because he's tired, and tired people make mistakes.

He makes a lot of mistakes; he's silly like that. A big derp. It's why he has to be careful, since he's been tired so much lately. He definitely shouldn't have the console open.

It's just, earlier Impulse had a question, since his moss farm kept lagging, and Xisuma thought it would be easy enough to try to find the root cause of. And he did find the root cause of it--Impulse's farm is too fast and his storage simply doesn't keep up with the amount of moss--but there's... some other things...

He blinks again at the dates on the server files. The last edited dates. Slowly, he clicks again on his own player data, and tries to make sense of what he's reading. Files like this, they aren't really meant to be that human-readable. It's--well, it is mostly json, so it's mostly human-readable, actually, but a lot of it is still encrypted, for player safety, which would. Maybe explain what he's looking at? He thinks? He's--well, he does have root access, is the thing, because he's the admin, but he still shouldn't be able to look at any player willy-nilly.

He's a little too much of a derp to be trusted with that. He probably shouldn't even be looking at his data! It's just. That last edited date. Xisuma doesn't edit his own player data. That way lies madness. He's, uh, pretty sure he knows some people who went a little mad doing that. So the fact of the matter is--well, it's not the only file that's been edited recently, he tells himself. Just because it's a lot of memory files that seem to have been edited, as well as access permissions--that's... normal enough for a new season, right?

He's...

He doesn't notice his other self walk up behind him.

"Oh, hey Xisuma. You finished gathering materials for our next build, then?" Evil Xisuma says. All of Xisuma's hairs stand on end.

"I mean, I've gathered enough to get started," Xisuma says.

"Pity. I was really hoping you'd manage to get everything. I thought maybe we'd finish today, but I guess we can't now."

"I--you're right. I'm really sorry."

"No, no, don't worry, don't worry, my friend," Evil Xisuma says. "We probably couldn't have finished today anyway, even if you said you'd try for it."

Xisuma's heart is in his throat. "Sorry, my head's just been. You know how I am. Silly me, forgetting things."

Evil Xisuma shakes his head. "It's awfully lucky I came back this season. Think of all the important things you'd be forgetting without reminders!"

Xisuma looks down and away.

"Gosh, and now you're... playing around in the admin console?"

"Oh!" Xisuma says. "It's, er, nothing really big..."

"Can I see it?"

He barely resists the urge to close out of his player data and hide that's what he'd been looking at. He doesn't know why he wants to hide it. It's not like--well, if Evil Xisuma got mad about it, it would be... right, wouldn't it? Because, well, Xisuma knows full well he shouldn't be looking at or editing his own player data. Editing your own data is the way to madness, and Xisuma, well, he's been so tired lately. He could easily accidentally hit a button. He could easily accidentally hit delete. He has root access, after all.

His heart is in his throat again. He shuffles his feet. "Sure," he says, finally. "I, er, I promise, I wasn't doing anything. I just noticed the last edited date on, uh, files that aren't automatically created by the system? And I thought, gosh, that's weird. I'd only been in there to check on Impulse, really, after he'd had some lag issues. I was just finishing up. It's nothing--the date's weird, though, right? That's all I was noticing."

He watches Evil Xisuma's fingers scroll through all of Xisuma's data. It's not quite fast enough that Xisuma isn't sure he's reading it, and suddenly, Xisuma feels very small.

Finally, Evil Xisuma hands Xisuma's tablet with the admin console open back to him. Xisuma looks down, and Evil Xisuma has closed out of the player data again.

"You just forgot the last maintenance date," Evil Xisuma says.

"Really?" Xisuma says.

"Oh, yeah, for sure. You're so tired lately. You silly derp. You've just been forgetting things easily. You should really get more rest!"

"Oh, but then we won't finish our projects," Xisuma says.

"I guess we wouldn't," Evil Xisuma says back.

"It's just--it's. Most of the time, access permission for player memories isn't edited during maintenance, and I just--I don't remember putting your name down?"

"Why wouldn't you?"

Xisuma tries to think.

"I don't know," he says finally, small, unable to meaningfully articulate anything about what's wrong with it. "I guess it only makes sense, if I'm forgetting things so easily."

"Exactly! Gosh, we make a good team," Evil Xisuma says, and he smiles at Xisuma. Xisuma crookedly smiles back.

"Yeah, we do," Xisuma agrees.

"Don't pull that out again unless I say so, okay?"

"Okay," Xisuma agrees automatically, and then he knows he will not. It makes sense. If he was upsetting himself over nothing like this, why, imagine what he'd do if he could open it whenever? He'd just constantly be upsetting himself!

"Now, my friend, let's return to building the Evil Empire."

"Let's!" agrees Xisuma, and just like that, the entire encounter slips from his mind.

[seungmoonandstars]

I’ll be sweet *: ･ﾟ

Kim Seungmin/Female Reader

✨ happy birthday @myseungsungheart ! ✨

wc: ~1.5k maybe idk I re-edited this so many times

rating: fluff/explicit/18+ ಇ (contains edging, teasing, slapping, light restraint, pet names, Seungmin begging and being a brat, and a little praise)

comments: another part of the blind date soft kinks requested by anon! ( I feel like I’ve been a little fast and loose with the actual request though ⸝⸝⸝- ᴗ -⸝⸝⸝ ; )

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Seungmin thinks this is easy for you. Every single time you stop, he looks at you with his big wet eyes. Every time your mouth leaves him, or your hand, or the hot, tight squeeze of your pussy is suddenly gone, his eyes make you almost fall apart and give in.

You love touching him—making him moan and whine your name when he’s getting so close. You love the way his thighs shake, and his stomach tightens and you can see every muscle move beneath his skin. When he’s on the bed, his back arches so smoothly and slowly just as he feels his climax rising in him. You know exactly when to stop.

You always let him have his moment of weakness and protest… Please, pleeaase baby I changed my mind. No more. Get back over here.

But you turn away. You can listen to him plead, but you can’t look at that face while he does it. Seungmin has perfected his beg over time, and you’re sure someday it will work on you.

Not tonight, though. You’re on your side of the bed, propped up on one elbow looking him over. He has his hands up over his head, bound together. You had to find one of his silk ties, wrap it tightly around his wrists and through a slot in the headboard. He’s pouting and glancing down at his semi hard cock. Pre-cum is dripping and collecting next to his belly button.

“This is so mean,” Seungmin whispers to you. He crinkles his nose and bares his teeth.

“If you would just behave and keep your hands where they belong…”

“Yeah yeah, I know. But I’ll be good now, I promise.”

You just shake your head at him, because you’re almost finished; he is almost finished, and he should know that.

You started on him this morning as soon as he woke up, so this is the longest you’ve ever teased (you still have him to yourself all day tomorrow, so why not). The whiny begging and his dick in your mouth has kept you consistently wet and horny for hours. And restraining him? That’s new. That’s usually reserved for you, but Seungmin likes the swap, and he looks good like this—helpless and horny, cock dripping onto his stomach as his erection slowly returns again.

He watches eagerly as you lean in and place your lips on his warm stomach, his sweat damp skin. His cock twitches and his hips jerk up; so close to where he wants you, but not close enough. You lick up his mess before backing up.

The loud slap across his thigh echoes in the room. And his answer, a dramatic OOUCH! comes out in a petulant little laugh. The spot immediately starts to turn an angry red, but he just looks at it and bites down on his smile.

“Don’t be a brat,” you run a finger over the red spot and contemplate doing it again.

Seungmin pouts, “don’t get that close unless you mean it.”

You straddle him on hands and knees and he screws up his face trying not to smile. “I’ll get as close as I want.”

“Lemme see…are you wet? Lift your shirt up. You aaare, I can feel the heat coming from you.”

“You just wanna see?” You grab each side of the shirt—his shirt, and lift a little. “I can do more than that if you’re a good boy.”

“I’ll be a good boy, I promise.”

“I dunno, pup…you haven’t been very well behaved today.”

He pushes his head back into the pillow and twists his wrists a little. “Because you’ve been so teasy today,” he whispers. “But you wanna fuck me so bad, I can smell it on you. I love it.”

Your palm hits thigh again, but luckily for him, it’s his outer thigh this time. The sound it makes his beautiful, though. Seungmin squirms and jerks his hips up. His cock slides against you, and you can’t hide the pleasure in your eyes.

“Yeah…let me take care of you, babe. You’ve been torturing yourself, too.”

You move yours eyes from his, down to his dick—massive, unbearably hard now, veins bulging. There’s another drop of pre-cum where you cleaned him up a few minutes ago. He’s right, and you’re trying not to give in. He’ll know he won a little bit if you fuck him right now.

“Climb up here and let me have a taste.”

“No,” you fall back on the bed and snuggle up to him. The offer is tempting, though. “…no, you’re bad…and you look good tied up for me.”

“Oh I know,” he turns his head and pushes toward you, but he’s not quite close enough to get to your lips. “But…” Seungmin turns on his puppy dog eyes with no effort.

“But what, Minnie?” You lean the tiniest bit closer, and your noses touch. His breath on your lips could drive you crazy.

“You’re gonna let me come this time, right?” His voice is sweet now. Quiet and warm.

“I’ll think about it. Are you thirsty? I’m gonna go grab something.”

He squirms again and kicks his legs. His eyes follow you until you disappear into the hallway.

You shout back, “you just want water?”

He doesn’t answer. But when you return with your leftover iced coffee from this morning, he perks up a little. “Gimme a sip…I mean…sweetie, can I please have a sip?”

You put the straw in his mouth and he drinks much more than a sip, but you let him, just because he said please.

“Come here sweetie, just get on top of me again.”

You watch him and suck down the rest of it, wondering if maybe he’s really had enough. You’ve seen how hard he comes after half the amount of teasing you’ve dished out today, but it’s all for a good cause. You want nothing more than for him to lose his mind for you when you finally finish him off.

“If you’re gonna keep being so sweet...”

“Yeah, I’ll be sweet. I’ll be sweet all night for my little peach.” He adjusts the best he can and sets his feet flat on the bed. Knees up. Ready for you to ride him.

You decide that, yeah, it’s time. Your legs begin to shake with anticipation, no matter how hard you try to keep calm. Your cunt throbs with pleasure, and your nipples cut through his t-shirt when you spread your thighs across him, and if he could reach down and touch your swollen clit, it’d be over for you that fast.

“Your little peach?”

Seungmin moans when your fingers stroke him. He nods eagerly and smirks, “mhmm…or my little plum, if you prefer.”

You can’t quiet yours when he slides in—he disappears so easily into you. He pushes up and fucks slowly, and you let him take over, even though you shouldn’t give him all the control—but he feels so good like this, somehow keeping calm, taking his time.

The room fills with deep, desperate moans, and the wet, slick sound of him pumping into you and stretching you open—he growls every time he hits deep and your pussy clenches hard around him.

You struggle to reach up and grab the knot holding his wrists—fuck…FUCK

“Take your time, sweetie. You waited this long,” Seungmin speaks softly and slows down, “go ahead.”

You fight with the slippery fabric for another few seconds, and then finally, it loosens. He slips free before you can even steady yourself again, and another moment later you’re thrown onto your back.

Seungmin hovers over you, one hand by your head, the other sliding up your chest and over your neck, “gotcha.” He leans down and kisses you, still with a surprising amount of control. But then his hand is under your thigh and he spreads you open, “so…was I a good boy? Sweet boy?”

Before you can answer, he slides back in—you’re gripping the sheets and being forced up into the mess of pillows. “Yes,” you choke out…yes yes yes is all you can manage between thrusts.

“Is this what you like?” He braces himself against the headboard, “you like waiting all day to get my dick?”

You nod and whimper and grab for him, grope and scratch at his stomach and hips and anywhere else you can reach.

“Tell me I did good…tell me again baby.”

“You did so good,” you push yourself up to meet his thrusts, “sweet boy.”

He smiles and throws his head back, “fuck, you feel good, so tight…I’m gonna come, I need to—”

Seungmin lets go. Hard and loud. You can feel his cock pulsing, throbbing and emptying inside of you as he slows down, but he doesn’t stop. His thighs shake as he steadies himself and latches onto your hips. His orgasm lasts, and he just keeps going, moaning, sweetly whispering your name over and over until it passes through him. His body shivers, and the red of your palm still stands out against his flushed skin. When he finally opens his eyes, they stare down into yours, big and dark and spilling over with pleasure. Satiated, for now.

“I’m sorry baby,” he collapses onto you, but manages to hold his weight up to place a kiss on your forehead, “too fast.” He relaxes and sings out a contented sigh when your fingers comb through his hair, “you feel so good.”

[sunnys-out]

I've loved you for so long (1) | Lucy Bronze

A/N: Hello! I haven't written in so long but here is something that I have been working on since the WC (she's a short one I know). I didn't post it earlier because I was moving and starting a new job but everything has calmed down and I had time to edit it. Please let me know what y'all think and hopefully, I can post the 2nd part soon! If you like my writing maybe through in a suggestion and I'll try my best! :D

Content: Angst, Fluff if you squint

{Word Count: 2004}

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I've loved you for so long

Oh, I'd forgotten how it feels

Feelings come back strong

'I've Loved You For So Long - The Aces'

Lucy and I had met, informally, in 2015 in Canada, we never played against each other in that World Cup but that didn’t stop us from bumping into each other at Tim Hortons. The couple of times that we ran into each other at the World Cup caused small conversations and laughs that left me wanting more. God, even just her smile left me wanting. 

I didn’t message her throughout our respective seasons right after the World Cup but sometimes I’d click on her Instagram profile and just scroll and see her thrive in Manchester City. Well I did drum up the courage to message once.

‘It’d probably be weird if I messaged her out of the blue right?... I mean it has been weeks  since Canada?’ I told myself as I lay on my small apartment couch in Portland.  

My thumb hovered over the send button with a slight tremble.

“Fuck it” My thumb harshly hit the screen and the quick ‘Wanted to say that you had an amazing tournament. Shame we never played against each other ♥️That goal against Canada was a banger meant to send that in Canada lol!”  message was delivered.

 I swear I threw my phone onto the other side of my couch and took a shower not expecting to see two notifications sent five minutes after me.

‘Lucy Bronze liked your message’

‘Lucy Bronze: ‘means a lot. Hope to see you again soon, miss world champion ⭐️⭐️⭐️’

I didn’t notice the smile growing as I looked at the notifications on the screen. I probably read it 20 times, setting the phone down on my coffee table and pacing the room debating whether I should respond or what I even should respond with. 

“Lucy is funny, maybe I can joke about how it’s been long or maybe just a ‘feeling is mutual’” I said aloud to myself.

‘Why am I getting worked up about this?” My hair is now messy by how many times I redid my ponytail pacing the room for 13 minutes. I kept procrastinating and just settled with getting ready for bed.

‘I’ll just respond tomorrow,’ I said, confidently,  plugging in my phone and placing it on my nightstand. That sentiment lasted about 2 minutes before I walked quickly back into my room picking up my phone, opening the message, and liking Lucy’s before responding. 

Y/N: I would love to see you again! I hope it's somewhere other than Tim Hortons even though I loved that place lol 🙂

My phone immediately locked as I got into bed and turned away from my phone. I closed my eyes tightly trying to go to sleep quickly so that in the rare probability that Lucy would continue the conversation, I could deal with it tomorrow morning, maybe ask Klingenburg for advice. Though she might scold me for fraternizing with the enemy, jokingly of course. Defenders knew other defenders right? Kling would find it funny that a right winger is flirting with a right back.

My thoughts were interrupted by one vibration and then two more in succession. My body slowly turned over to see my phone lit up still and then slowly dimming. My hand, subconsciously, went over, picked up my phone, and opened the messages seeing Lucy liking my message.

Lucy: Let me buy you a cup whenever you’re in Manchester; there are some cafes you’d like here.

Lucy: I would love to show you around 🙂 

I smiled at the messages and immediately replied without a second thought

Y/N: I will let you know because I do need a vacation 🥲

Y/N: And I would love to give you a tour of Portland, the coffee capital of the world. Worth it.

I stared at the messages until I saw a little heart appear on my last message. The little dots of a message incoming made me nervously tap the side of my phone. 

Lucy Bronze: I’ll take that as a promise 😉

Y/N: And I expect that cup of coffee in Manchester is a promise too ☺️

Lucy would only like the message and I would promptly go to sleep after waiting 15 minutes for a message that never came. I tried my best to not think about it but the feeling that came from reading her messages and the smile that would creep onto my face…I wouldn’t forget. 

Hayley Raso came into my life slowly after that. Glances turned to long stares. The lingering touches throughout practice became more than a pat on the back for a job well done. The smiles and laughs echoed off the walls of Providence Park as we walked to our cars until it was just to my car.

The weekly movie nights at my place turned into watching a show and cuddling together after practice for days on end. Another toothbrush appeared in the bathroom and suddenly my queen-sized bed wasn’t as empty. 

Mornings were met with a quick kiss, a hug from behind, and sweet nothings whispered in each other's ear.

Going to practice wasn’t done alone anymore and it was nice to have someone waiting on you if you had to stay behind to see the physio.

It was easy since we were both playing for Portland at the time and the team weren’t surprised when we told them.

 Little by little the Australian would appear in my Instagram photos and I in hers. 

The one that “broke the internet” was Hayley’s post of her kissing me on the cheek at the end of a game when the USWNT and Australia had a friendly. The one that sealed the deal for everyone was my Christmas post of photos of the party I had at my apartment. One, a particular one at the end, Hayley was in my lap while I kissed her. 

Something, however, nagged at me every time I saw a certain person's name pop up “Lucy Bronze liked your post” but I ignored it. I now know it was the feeling of the “what if” and “what could have been”. 

‘Did Lucy not want this with me? Maybe that’s why she never followed up. I probably said something to scare her away. Hayley didn’t run away’ I remember thinking to myself and as if on cue two arms snake their way around my waist. 

“Everything alright babe?” Hayley said into my back, I, immediately, felt my shoulders relax at the sound of Hayley’s voice.

I whispered, “I'm alright, just read some rude comments. You know how some people get”. I lied to Hayley; I was happy in our relationship and shouldn’t be wondering about the “what could have been” with someone that wasn’t her.  

Hayley would then go on to say that she’s told me to never look at the comments because when have the mean ones ever done something for us? She’d led me back to the bedroom to get ready for bed as we had an early practice but not after she promised to take my mind off the “negative comments”...it worked. 

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She Believes Cup March 6th, 2016, 

Lucy Bronze’s POV

We hadn’t played the United States in Canada which is a shame to not be able to play the future World Champions. Once, we had heard that we would be playing them in the She Believes Cup. I was excited for multiple reasons.

The US call up was released and I would be playing against (y/n). Since the World Cup, (Y/N) was making a name for herself as a strong right winger and playmaker for Portland and the National team.

On the pitch, she seemed cold and intimidating, but I met her as the complete opposite. 

I was able to just watch her tap her lip with her finger with her US cap on backward as she decided which pastry she wanted with her coffee at that Tim Hortons. She whistled quietly as she waited her turn and then adorably, fumbled through her order. Then humming to herself happily as she waited on the side with her warm croissant covered by a napkin.  

I was in awe of her. I had seen her play before and was always impressed by what I’d seen but never played against her. 

As I went up to order my own coffee and pastry I noticed her scrolling through her phone, laughing to herself. (y/n’s) eyes crinkle when she laughs or smiles really big. She hadn’t noticed me when I stood next to her, also waiting for my drink, there I took notice that she was at least three inches above me and that she sticks out her tongue when she is reading something. 

I breathed in and said loud enough for her to hear as she read, “I won’t tell your trainer if you don’t tell mine” I shook my little bag containing the coffee cake I had just ordered. I chuckled at the little jump she gave when she noticed me.

“Shit, sorry you scared me” a nervous laugh leaving her mouth

I extended my hand, “Sorry bout that. I’m Lucy, Lucy Bronze with England”  

She completed the handshake, “(y/n) (l/n) with the US…obviously” She pointed to her hat that had USA stitched on the back.

The conversation had good enough banter that we both remained at a table for about 2 hours talking about life and football. I could tell you that I fell for the way she looked at me with her gentle (y/e/c) eyes as she described the antics of her new golden retriever puppy named Chili she had adopted when she went to Portland.

I never really was intimidated or made nervous by any American player, especially on the pitch but watching her warm up with an icy cold expression during the She Believes Cup match made me question if the person I met at Tim Horton’s was the same person. 

I don’t think I was nervous but I lost count of how many times I would try to get a glimpse of her as she warmed up. Every time I did I’d feel the blush on my cheeks as I remembered the short text conversation that we had shortly after the World Cup. 

I regretted so much for not following up immediately; I got scared. If (y/n) asked me today why I didn’t respond, I wouldn’t have known what to say to be honest. Lack of courage was what Jill had told me as Jordan patted my back while reading the messages.  

The moment that I finally gained the courage to message (y/n) on Instagram to invite her to Manchester for a visit, was the day when I saw the picture of Hayley Raso kissing her cheek at a friendly. It was the first thing I saw when I opened the app to message her.

I remember my stomach dropping like the feeling when you don’t feel the bottom of a pool. 

I had it all planned in my head that she’d accept and I had a mini itinerary in my head of things she would’ve enjoyed and sightseeing spots. But the photo of her with her face buried in Hayley’s neck as she hugged her made the feeling worse.

Raso had beat me to (y/n) and she didn’t even know it. I kicked myself for not being brave. I would’ve had her in my arms sooner. I tell her all the time that I fell for her immediately and from meeting her I wanted more of her every passing day. 

Just seeing her across the field filled me with the tucked away feelings I had for her. I remember thinking…What I would have given to be there again talking about the most mundane things over coffee. Hearing her try her hardest to tell a joke but failing as she laughs remembering the punch line or even unconsciously speaking with an English accent when we spoke… God, I really loved her for so long.

[pro-mammonologist]

congrats on 500 followers! you deserve it! here’s a scenario i got! mammon being a absolute mess while using a fleshlight as he thinks of you since you’ve went to the human world for a small vacation <3

OHMYGOD YES—

He’s sitting there, toy in hand whining profusely like a sad puppy. He has his eyes clenched shut, imagining you taking him all the way to the base, bouncing up and down while moaning his name. He’s absolutely losing it, pressing further up into you—or rather the toy. He wished it was you so badly. All he wants is to fill you up and make you feel good, he wants to see you lose yourself on him and tremble because you felt so good.

He slowed down as he felt himself get so close, not wanting to cum just yet, to prolong the feeling and the thoughts that he so desperately wished were real. He imagined you edging him and yourself as well, just so you could fuck a bit longer. He was absolutely distraught in the thoughts of you, the way his cock ached as it begged to cum to your touch.

He lifted his legs and ran his other hand across his balls, softly rubbing them before going to prod at his hole, forcing a finger inside. He called out, so sensitive just as always. He wished you were here to praise him, to tell him how good he was being while you milked his prostate.

Just the thought made his cock harder, begging to burst inside the toy. Mammon pressed his fingers into his hole, probing at his g-spot to the best of his ability while he bucked into the toy. He was in shambles, groaning and calling out in such beautiful tones, knowing you’d be grinning at his reactions, pushing for more.

Mammon was so close again, this time he didn’t bother to stop, he kept going, moving his fingers along with his hips. He said your name embarrassingly loud, suddenly aware of the fact that he wasn’t in the fantasy he so carefully crafted. His heart skipped a beat but then he got an idea as his eyes shot open. He reached for his DDD and opened up the camera, it was a shame he couldn’t put his fingers in himself anymore. Or could he?

Mammon flipped around and propped up his camera against his pillow and leaned back a little bit, he parted his legs and pushed his undies to his ankles. He wanted to make sure you could see his cock along with his tight hole so you could get a full show.

After hitting the record button, he acted as though nothing had changed. He slipped his fingers into his mouth, slowly moving the fleshlight up and down his length. He traced the digits around his tongue before slipping them back in and moving them. He moved both hands in rhythm, his moans echoing as he filled the toy and himself. He made a show of panting your name and saying the nastiest things he could think of.

“I just wanna fuck you so bad, I’ve been edging myself for almost an hour… prob’ly cum so much it’d spill out of your pussy.” He paused, a shiver raking through him. “I’d let ya play with me all ya want, stretching me to fit your pretty cock! Mc, I’m a fucking mess—need ya so bad. After you’d get done with playin’ with me, I’d flip you onto your back and torture you just as much as you did me. Destroy that pretty hole and cover it in my cum.”

His remarks continued until he couldn’t take it anymore, the words turning into “Mc! Ah!! Just—fuck—wanna cum in ya—so fucking bad!” Mammon threw his head back and came, filling the toy until it spilled out around his cock and trailed down his balls. He pulled the toy off and gently ran his hand up and down his cock, trembling at the added stimulation but wanting to show you just how much he came. His cum coated his cock and now his hand.

He smirked into the camera before slipping one of his cum coated fingers into his mouth and then licking his lips. He gave you a “I love you.” And then turned off the camera. He couldn’t wait to see what you had to say. Or send.

Note: mammon edited the video so he wasn’t awkwardly setting up in the beginning. Also…………… don’t try and tell me mammon wouldn’t switch it up mid session. I wrote that whole sub to dom fic for a reason!!!!!!!!! I know it’s canon. I know it is.

[imaginecolby]

Friends with Benefits || Part Four - The Announcement

"y/n come on! they’re already waiting on us." colby called from the door.

"oh hush. i'm pregnant and am going to abuse the hell out of this card for as long as i can."

"yeah, you made that abundantly clear when you demanded i bring you a tub of ice cream last night."

"half of which you also ate, so don't give me that." you said, finally walking out into the living room. you and colby were on your way to take your anouncement photos. you agreed on the idea of a baby explorer, and the two of you were also dressed in xplr t-shirts.

you grabbed you purse and keys from the counter, finally ready to head out. you walked to the door, stopping in your tracks as colby didn't move.

"what? what's wrong?" you asked, looking up at him and noticing tears in his eyes.

"nothing, it's just," he took a deep breath to prevent himself from sobbing. "you're starting to show."

"oh, yeah!" you smiled, placing your hands under your belly. "that's your baby in there."

"our baby." he corrected, placing his hand above your belly button. you stood silently, allowing colby to take in the moment. "alright, let's get going." he said quietly, wiping his tears and following you out of the door.

you made your way to the park near your house where your photographer was meeting your for your shoot. fortunately, they'd just arrived, so you didnt feel bad about having kept them waiting.

you followed them to the spot they had picked out, amongst the trees that truly fit the exploration vibe you were going for. you were there for about an hour, and got some really amazing shots. once you were done, your photographer told you it would take a little bit for them you to edit the photos and send them to you. while you waited, you and colby went out for a bite to eat while you waited.

you both were beyond excited to finally share the news with your friends and extended family. you both had already shared with your parents, and they were all over the moon.

“y/n, you’re going to be a wonderful mother. you have such a nurturing and caring heart, i already know you’re going to spoil that baby with love.” your mom said to you over video chat.

“i get it from you.” you smiled.

“i can’t wait to come see you soon. until then, im gonna get started on planning your baby shower!” she cheered before you exchanged your goodbyes and hung up.

colby’s parents were just as excited to be getting their first grandbaby. they shared similar sentiments about their faith in you and colby being wonderful parents, and were overjoyed with the idea of having a new baby to spoil.

after sharing the news, you and colby were proud of yourselves for avoiding the topic of your relationship, and the truth of how you got to this point.

after your lunch, you and colby did a little bit of shopping before heading back home. upon your return, you checked your phone and saw your had a new email from your photographer; your announcement photos.

“ahh, they’re done!” you said, moving to sit with colby on the couch.

“open them, open them!” colby said excitedly as you tapped on the email notification.

you scrolled through the pictures, you on the verge of tears over how much you loved all the pictures. you and colby sat there forever, trying to decide on which ones to share. you ended up deciding on three pictures; one of the onesie lying in the ground with your ultrasound photo on top of it, one of you and colby holding the onesie between you and sharing a sweet smile, and the last one, a photo of you sitting on the ground with the onesie draped over your belly.

“there’s a new member coming soon to team xplr ✖️” you wrote for your caption. you hit post and set your phone down, taking a deep breath.

“and now we wait.” you said. after only a few minutes, both yours and colby’s phones began buzzing on the table. there were only a few people that knew about your pregnancy before this. your parents were the first to know, and of course colby immediately told sam. you both also shared with your siblings, but that was it. you wanted the news to be just yours for as long as you could keep it.

as more and more notifications came through, you snd colby finally began going through them. you checked your texts first, both of your extended families passing on their congratulations and well wishes. then, you took to instagram.

since moving to LA, most of your friends were also colby’s friends, ones that he’d made in the social media industry. you had friends of your own through your work too, but most everyone you knew, you’d met through colby. fortunately, they’d always been taken with you as an individual, and were friends with you for you, and not just who you knew.

you scrolled through the comments on your post, smiling at what everyone had to say.

yourphotographer: “congratulations again to you both! thank you so much for letting me be a part of this wonderful announcement!”

samgolbach: “so excited to have another member of xplr nation! you giys are gunna be great parents and i cant wait to be kiddo’s favorite uncle ♥️”

jakewebber9: “oh no way! this is so exciting!! congrats to you both!”

katrinastuartofficial: “@yourusername @colbybrock i cant believe THIS is how im finding out?? but im too excited to be angry! this is incredible, congratulations!”

yourbestfriend: “still so over the moon about this!! @yourusername youre going to be the most wonderful mama, im so happy and excited for you 💖”

kianlawley: “yes!! another baby on the way! i cant wait for coast and your little one to have playdates”

jccaylen: “this is crazy! congrats you two! we’re growing up so fast”

amberscholl: “oh my goodness, congratulations! i absolutely cannot wait to take you shopping for baby clothes and other goodies! ✨”

you continued reading all of the comments from your friends and other followers. youd gained quite a bit of a following for yourself since being attached to sam and colby, so your comments were also flooded with their fans sending you congratulations as well. you refreshed your notifications, watching a new comment pop up at the top.

colbybrock: “im so excited for us to be starting this journey with you. im also a bit scared and nervous, but i know with you by my side, we can accomplish anything. i love you. 🖤”

you smiled and pinned his comment to the top, typing an “i love you too” in response. as you watched more comments roll in, more and more people began to point out something else about you and colby.

“oh shit.” you said aloud.

“what?”

“not only did we announce our pregnancy, we also announced our relationship.” you laughed.

“oh shit, youre right.” colby said, staring at your dumbfounded. “ive been thinking so much about the baby, i hadn't even thought that we hadn't told anyone about us yet.” he laughed

“you didnt tell sam? i figured you wouldve text him as soon as we talked.” you teased.

“i dont tell him everything,” he paused and you raised a brow at him. “that fast, at least.” he blushed.

“well, now it’s out there. im just glad it’s been a mostly positive response.” you said, nuzzling into colby’s side. he wrapped an arm around you and squeezed you tight.

“me too.” he said, kissing the top of your head. the two of you spent the rest of the evening at home, relaxing, watching movies with your dinner, and relishing in the happiness and support you felt radiating around your announcement. you were ecstatic, happier than youd ever been in your life.

[booksapphic]

for the fuzzy sweater prompt: fratt get caught in the rain and go back to matts, matt's only clothes that will fit frank are the sweaters that his kind old lady clients knitted him that are a few sizes too big

ANON!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR THIS PROMPT!!!!!!!!

(1k words, stupid disgusting amounts of fluff, no warnings, not edited, written at like twice my normal speed so sorry if it's bad, I'M SO SOFT FOR THEM!!!!!!)

By the time they started the walk home, it was pouring. Frank pulled up his hood and waited to see if dinner with their friends had put Matt in a good enough mood to not call him on it.

They made it a block. “It’s still fifty degrees out,” Matt said, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. “I guess you didn’t need a coat after all.”

Frank shot him a look. “It was clear when we left.”

“I said it was going to be raining on the walk back, not the walk there.”

“Next time I’ll ask if you smell rain before I go anywhere, yeah? That what you want?”

“It was the atmospheric pressure, not the smell,” Matt said easily, like Frank didn’t know what revealing any detail about his senses cost him. Frank shook his head, huffed in annoyance when rain fell from his hood into his face.

Matt grinned then offered out his hand, stopped moving his cane. Frank put it in the crook of his elbow and gathered Matt close, feeling the welcome heat of Matt’s body against his own.

Still, by the time they made it the few blocks to Matt’s apartment, Frank was freezing. Frank stripped off the drenched hoodie on the way to the bedroom, tossing a mild “fuck off,” behind him when Matt laughed. He pulled open the dresser drawer Matt had given him, then remembered he hadn’t done laundry in a week, and hadn’t moved enough of his things here to have more clothes. He’d gotten the key six months ago, kept a toothbrush here for much longer, but Matt hadn’t asked him to move in, and Frank hadn’t brought it up. He didn’t want to ruin whatever this was by putting a name to it.

If he asked Matt to borrow something, Matt would tease him about it for the next fifty years. If he took something from the laundry, Matt would refuse to sit to close to him until after he changed and showered. He put the drenched hoodie back on.

“What are you doing?”

Frank glanced behind him, saw Matt had already changed into a pair of sweatpants he’d kept on the bed, the jacket and button-down replaced by the ratty Columbia sweater Frank wasn’t allowed to mention whenever Nelson was around. The one time he’d asked Matt if he’d wanted it, the debate over whose it was went on for an hour.

 “Nothing,” Frank replied. “This actually’s the warmest thing I have right now is all.”

He began moving back to the living room, planning to take the side of the couch closest to the radiator and steal the throw blanket. Matt’s head tilted, then he sniffed. “You don’t have anything else clean, do you.”

Matt walked over to stand next to him, rifling through one of his drawers until he offered Frank a bundle of bright red fabric. It was a cable knit sweater, a little on the larger side, but right now Frank didn’t care. He changed into it, closed his eyes when the warm, dry yarn hit his skin.

Matt handed him an extra pair of sweatpants to replace his jeans, then lead them back to the living room. He took a seat on the couch and then gestured at Frank to join him. Frank ended up half on top of him, chest to chest, and Matt grabbed the blanket off the back to cover him with.

“Warm enough now?” Matt said, just enough teasing in his voice for Frank to catch.

“For now,” Frank said. “Patrol’s gonna be hell tonight, though.” Matt hummed, noncommittal.

Frank pulled back enough to glance up at him, trying to read his expression. “Thinking about staying in?”

Matt did his best to shrug, beginning to card a hand lazily through Frank’s hair. Frank grunted and dropped his head back down in content. “I’ll keep listening, see if we’re needed. But with the weather…” There would be fewer muggers and rapists out in this kind of downpour, and they didn’t have anything larger planned.

Frank was alright with that. He didn’t mind taking a night off, and Matt could use the extra sleep.

They laid there in silence for several minutes. The chill had been all but chased from Frank’s skin, and he said, “Never seen you wear this sweater before. S’warm.”

“Yeah, it’s wool. Took a case a few years ago, suing a doctor for medical malpractice. Our client was retired, but she knitted each of us a few sweaters. That’s the black one, right?”

Frank hesitated. It was as black as a fire truck, or a Santa hat. “Yeah.”

Matt stayed quiet for a second, then sighed. “It’s the one that Foggy said I should start wearing over my suit.”

Frank half-smiled against the side of Matt’s neck. “Yeah.”

“I guess I should be grateful. Karen said she could be mistaken for Barbie in one of hers.”

Frank huffed a laugh. “Would take it off her hands if I could fit in it. Wool’s expensive. You don’t wear it ‘cause of the color?”

“It’s wool,” Matt said in a disgusted voice.

“Yeah?” And?

“It itches.”

“Huh.” Now that Frank was paying attention, it was a bit itchy, but the feeling faded with his concentration. Still, if he could feel it, must be much worse for Matt. “Next time, ask your client to use cashmere yarn.”

Matt laughed, and Frank smiled again, broader this time. There was so much blood on his hands, but he could still make his—boyfriend? partner?—laugh.

Frank was half-asleep when Matt said quietly, “I can clean out another drawer if you need.”

Frank blinked open his eyes, pulled back to watch Matt’s face. “What?”

“So you don’t have to do laundry every week. It gets expensive.”

Frank glanced away and then back, trying to decide how to ask the question. “A drawer?”

“Two? A closet? Some space under the stairs for your weapons?”

Frank blinked, swallowed. “I mean, uh. I got a safehouse with all my shit in it.”

Matt nodded. His eyes flicked towards the floor, pointedly away from Frank, then back. “You can keep it, if you want. But you don’t have to. If you want.”

Frank looked away this time, trying to decide. “Yeah,” he finally said, then shifted closer to kiss him, once, gently. “Yeah, alright.”

[domripley]

Left to Face This Alone - 8

pairing: rhea ripley x reader; rhea ripley x dominik mysterio

warnings: dark rhea, gaslighting, arguing, slapping, fingering (for a quick second but it’s not really fingering?), victim blaming, phone breaking

summary: you run away from rhea when you witness something. you deal with the consequences.

gif credit | edited by my lovely girlfriend @specialinterestshows 🥰

You took a deep breath, getting up from the bed, you decided that you were going to go down and apologize to Dom. You knew that if you didn’t, Rhea was going to be angrier than she already was. You hated it – hated her, but you knew you weren’t going to win against her. You slowly made your way down the stairs and as soon as you were at the bottom of the steps, your jaw dropped when you saw Dom sitting on Rhea’s lap as her mouth was on his neck.

“Mami… please,” Dom whimpered, unaware that you were watching.

You quickly made your way to the front door as best as you could as quietly as you could before they could notice you. As soon as you made it to the door, you opened it quickly, not bothering to stay quiet as you took off running. You could hear Dom cry out in pain at what you assumed was Rhea pushing him off her lap.

You refused to stop and look back as you made your way down the street. As soon as you were far away from Rhea and the others, you stopped to pull your phone out of your pocket.

Rhea was calling you, but you closed your eyes and sent her to voicemail. You knew that Rhea was going to hurt you when she found you, but at that moment, you didn’t care.

Going through your contacts, you sighed as you hit the call button.

——

You were surprised when Liv pulled up and even though you knew she was coming to get you, you didn’t expect her to get there so fast. A part of you was hurt, surprised that Rhea didn’t find you while you waited, but you shook the feeling away. Rhea was horrible and you deserved better - or, at least, that’s what Liv had been telling you.

When she pulled up to you, you quickly got into the car. “Thank you so much for coming to get me. I didn’t realize you’d get here so fast,” you chuckled, trying your best to lighten the mood.

“You called me crying, telling me you needed help - I didn’t want to waste any time,” Liv admitted, causing you to smile.

“Thank you for not asking a bunch of questions,” you said, and Liv placed her hand on your thigh, causing you to flinch a little. She noticed, quickly moving her hand away from your thigh. “Sorry.”

“Hey, (Your Name), don’t be sorry. I’m sorry for touching you without asking,” Liv apologized as she began to drive down the street. You kept your eyes glued to the road, knowing that Rhea was going to find you eventually. The last time you tried to run, you felt pain you had never felt before and it terrified you to think that she was going to really hurt you again.

“You can just take me to a hotel and I’ll get myself a room,” you stated, and when you glanced at Liv, you could tell she was concerned.

“Are you sure? You can stay in my room? There’s an extra bed and I don’t mind, really, if you want?” Liv suggested, but you shook your head.

“No, it’s okay, I’d rather not go to that hotel,” you stated, pausing yourself when you realized what you had said, “The beds aren’t really comfortable.”

“Are you sure?” Liv pushed.

A part of you wanted to stay with her, but Rhea was also in that hotel and the last thing you wanted was to run into her. Not with Liv. You wanted to trust her, but you couldn’t trust anyone - not after Dom.

“I’m sure, I just- Yeah, I’m sure,” you said, shaking your head.

The rest of the car ride was silent, but you were thankful for that. As soon as Liv got to a hotel that wasn’t anywhere near the one Rhea was staying at, you thanked her before getting out of the car.

“Wait, (Your Name)?” Liv called out, causing you to stop in your tracks.

You turned around slowly, unsure of what she wanted. “Yeah?” you asked, avoiding eye contact.

“Where’s all your stuff?” she questioned.

Shit. You had forgotten all your stuff that was in Rhea’s hotel room. All you could think about was the fact that Rhea was going to destroy your things. At least you had your wallet and phone with you, so you were able to buy a room for the night. You weren’t sure what you were going to do. You had no job, no other clothes, and Rhea had two days before she had to go to the next town. You were going to need to call her and stand your ground. You had friends still in the business and you silently hoped that they could get your job back for you - if not as an interviewer, at least something in the company. You missed all your friends and the money, and you missed how you used to be when Rhea ignored you. You hated Rhea and everything about her, but at the same time, you still loved her. When she was good to you, she was wonderful and a part of you longed for that. But you knew that wouldn’t last and that any little thing would set Rhea off.

“I lost my stuff, but I’ll be okay!” you called out, turning around and walking up the parking lot to the hotel. You didn’t want to give Liv a chance to question you any more than she already had.

-----

You woke up with a groan, pulling down the covers when you turned to look at the clock. Ten in the morning. As soon as you sat up, you grabbed your phone, biting your lip as you went to your contacts. You knew as soon as you were going to call her that it was over for you, but as much as you hated to admit it - you needed Rhea.

You clicked on her name and hit call. Taking a deep breath as you heard it ring not once or twice, but three times before Rhea finally answered.

“What do you want?” she snapped and you felt tears well up in the corner of your eyes.

“I-I’m sorry.” you whispered.

“Everything I do for you and how I treat you? You want to run away from me and when you realize that you need me, you want to try and apologize? Where are you?”

“I’m at the hotel twenty minutes away from Damian’s place,” you said. “Please don’t hurt me, I-I’m sorry, Mommy. I just-”

Rhea cut you off, saying, “I’m on my way. Be outside of the hotel” before she hung up.

——

You hurried down to the lobby, not wanting Rhea to get there when you weren’t outside like she told you to do. When you stepped outside, you were confused when you watched her pull into the parking lot. You had no idea how she got there so fast, but you knew you had no room to question her.

When she pulled up to you, you wasted no time walking up to her car and getting in. You bit your lip as you shut the door and Rhea continued to stay quiet as you buckled up.

“Who brought you to the hotel?” she asked as she drove out of the parking lot. You didn’t answer her - unsure of what to say. You knew you couldn’t tell her that you had called Liv and she was the one who picked you up. You were already in deep shit with her and you didn’t need to give her another reason to want to hurt you. You cried out as she brought her hand down hard against your thigh. “I believed I asked you a question.”

“N-No one, Rhea, I just googled the nearest hotel and walked,” you lied. You were usually a bad liar, so you hoped Rhea would believe you this time.

“Okay. You’re going to be coming to Raw with me for now on. Do you understand me?” Rhea snapped once she stopped at a red light.

“Yes, I understand,” you whispered.

“Good. Pull your pants and your underwear down,” Rhea said as she began to drive again.

“What? Rhea, it’s light out and anyone can see,” you shook your head. You knew this argument was going to get you absolutely nowhere, but you had to try to stand your ground.

Rhea laughed, “You know, for someone who wants to leave me, I thought you’d at least behave. Now fucking do what I’ve asked or you’re going to regret it.”

You tried your best not to cry as you gave in, slowly pulling your pants and underwear down. “Good girl,” she praised, bringing her hand down between your legs. She pushed a single finger into you, keeping her eyes glued to the road.

“Why are you wet?” she questioned. You shook your head, unsure as to why she was doing this.

“Were you fucking someone in that hotel room last night? Is that why you ran from me?” Rhea accused you.

You shook your head in disbelief, pulling her hand out from between your legs. When she tried to move it back to where it was, you slapped her hand away.

“Rhea, I would never- you’re the one who had Dom on your lap,” you snapped.

Rhea didn’t say anything; instead, she continued to drive all the way to the hotel. You pulled your pants and underwear up as best as you could at every red light.

——

The rest of the ride to the hotel was quiet and uncomfortable and you knew that Rhea was angry. You wished she would just scream at you, because the suspense of what she was going to do to you in the hotel room was killing you.

Rhea held you close to her as the two of you made it to the room. As soon as she had the door to the hotel room open, she shoved you inside. You fell to the ground and, as you made your way back to your feet, Rhea shut and locked the door.

“I don’t know what you think you saw, but it wasn’t that. Dom was never on my lap!” Rhea seethed, rushing towards you. She grabbed you and forcibly bent you over the bed.

Rhea grabbed your phone out of your pocket with the hand that wasn’t holding you down. “Let’s see who you called last, shall we?” she said as she unlocked your phone.

“Rhea, please no,” you begged, squeezing your eyes shut. You knew that as soon as she saw that you had called Liv, she was going to lose it.

“Why not? Are you hiding something?” Rhea asked, using her weight to hold you down as you began to wiggle in her grip, “You have five seconds to tell me before I go to your call log.”

You took a deep breath before whispering, “I called Liv and she took me to the hotel.”

When you told her, you jumped as she threw your phone onto the ground. With how hard the throw sounded, you knew Rhea broke your phone. “Well, you’ve lost your phone privileges and think it’s time that I remind you that you’re only mine.”

“Rhea-“ you began, but Rhea slapped the back of your head. Hard.

“Shut the fuck up,” Rhea snapped as she got off you, “You cheated on me with Liv!”

You got up off the bed so you could face Rhea, “I-I would never, Rhea, please believe me!” you cried out, shaking your head as she glared at you.

When Rhea broke eye contact, she picked your phone up from the floor. She unlocked it, shaking her head. “Still works,” she shrugged, walking towards the bathroom.

You were too scared to move, flinching as you heard the water turn on. “Good news for you, Princess: your phone doesn’t work anymore.”

“Why…” you cried, prompting a laugh from the Australian.

“Because you’re mine and, unfortunately, I think you’ve forgotten. But don’t worry, Mommy’s going to help you remember.”

[koushuwu]

Kink Collection - x Reader edition: Gaming

minors, ageless and blank blogs do not interact.

pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

summary: Kuroo was watching you okay Mario Kart, but your naked legs are highly distracting. oh and who says no to a good challenge?

tags/cw: afab!reader, sex while gaming, unprotected sex, established relationship, aged up, let me know if i’m missing something.

word count: 1,5k

a/n: first installment of the kink collection that i have decided to write. we might be making a bit of a stretch, calling this an actual kink, but sometimes a bit of a stretch is good, eh? (i’ll see myself out—). there will be both an x reader edition and a ship edition of all kinks in time. no editing we die like men idk.

He’d been watching you play Mario Kart for quite a while. That was something he actually enjoyed a lot, even if he didn’t actually play himself. You were into it, passionate even, that was the best way he could describe it. That’s why he enjoyed watching you play. Watching the way your face was lit up in joy. Today was no different. He enjoyed watching you. But something was different today.

“That motherfff—“ you swore at the CPU hitting you off the map with a red shell.

“Mh,” Kuroo grunted, only looking up for a moment, before his eyes diverted once more. You were splayed out on your stomach on the couch, naked legs slightly spread. Kuroo‘s gaze started by your ankles and slowly caressed its way up across your calves. He knew exactly what he’d find if he was to lift his gaze further towards the hem of your t-shirt dress, barely covering the curve of your ass. He knew, because that oversized t-shirt you liked to wear around the house, barely covered you up and the small panties he knew to be scarcely hidden right under the dark fabric of your shirt had him thinking all sorts of indecent thoughts. Part of him wondered if you did it on purpose. If you were trying to send his mind straight to the gutter. Because if you were, he hated to admit that you’d succeeded. If he was being honest, he didn’t even like to admit it to himself, even as he found himself reaching out for the exposed skin of your calf.

“Tetsu–,” you yelped and looked back at him sitting on the couch, when the warm pads of his fingers brushed against your leg. “Fuck-” the controller rumbled in your hands signalling that you’d hit the wall. Kuroo couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

“What?” He asked, as he lightly trailed various shapes against your calf. Gooseflesh broke across your skin.

“I’m gonna lose!”

“You? Lose?” At that, Kuroo let out another deep chuckle. “I thought you said you were good at this game,” he teased, touch inching higher, leaving a burning trail in the wake of his fingers. He was right. You had said that. And you were good at Mario Kart. Really good. You’d even managed to beat Kenma on a couple of occasions, and if that didn’t speak for something, you didn’t know what did. And so you told him.

“I am good.” The thing was, that on those occasions, you hadn’t been subjected to the insistent touch of your longterm boyfriend beckoning your attention away from the screen and the game.

“Are you now?” Kuroo asked, a smirk audible in his voice as he shifted on the couch, letting his hands travel up to the plush of your thighs, ghosting the inside of your knees on the way. Despite the tingles that shot through your body, you kept your gaze fixed on the screen, determined to make up for the lost time when you’d hit the wall earlier. You were competitive at best, and Kuroo definitely knew what he was doing when he said; “Prove it.” You shot him a quick look over your shoulder.

“‘s that a challenge?”

“Definitely,” he said, caressing your inner thigh with featherlight touches as he shifted on the couch. Hovering above you, he leaned down and let his lips grace the shell of your ear, voice dropping low. “Don’t lose.” A shiver ran along your spine as Kuroo’s words settled and he reached over with his other hand, clicking the button to move on to the next game of the grand prix. All the while his other hand trailed further up, teasing the up most of your inner thighs, pushing back a little and craning his neck to catch a glimpse of your panties peeking out under the bottom of your t-shirt.

“Watch me,” you said, accepting the challenge with steely determination.

“Oh don’t worry,” he said, and you could quite literally hear the smirk in his voice. His hands moved, fingers brushing over the already damp patch forming on your panties. “I intend to.” The heat spreading across your skin intensified, prickling across your skin at the low rumble of Kuroo’s voice.

As your race started, and you mashed the acceleration button to achieve the speed boost at the beginning, Kuroo’s fingers moved fast, pushing your panties to the side and slipping his fingers through your sticky folds. Covering his fingers with your slick, your boost flopped as one finger prodded against your wet entrance, breath hitching.

“Uh-oh. Careful,” he teased and pushed further in. “Wouldn’t want to lose right from the start.” His voice was breathless, hushed, and you found yourself sucking your lower lip in between your teeth. Determinate.

As you made it through the first lap, steadily catching up and taking the lead, Kuroo let out a strained sound. He could feel the way you sucked his fingers into your warmth. He could see the way your skin flushed. But you weren’t slipping up. His patience was though. It slipped and his cock was throbbing relentlessly in his boxers. He needed to feel you. and he needed it right then and there. And thus, he was going to have you. Slipping his fingers from your heat, Kuroo coaxed your hips to rise as he ripped your panties out of his way. His own clothes followed close behind. Shirt torn over his head and both jeans and boxers kicked off, slipping down to the floor.

“Kuroo—“ His cock jumped as you whined his name and instinctively spread your legs further open for him to position himself behind you.

“You’re so fucking hot like this.” The couch dipped and a moment later you felt him pressing against your entrance. “So hot,” he repeated and pushed against you with a hand splayed across your back, the other guiding his cock, as he wasted no time before pushing the tip inside.

“F-fuck—“ the hiss whistled past your lips before you had the chance to stop it, as Kuroo’s cock speared you. Steady, swiftly, he sank inside to the hilt. His fingers curled, digging into the skin of your spine.

“Shit,” he agreed. Letting his head fall, forehead resting against your shoulder, you tried not to let the feeling of him filling you up distract you. “Keep going,” he murmured, turning his head to nuzzle into the crook of your neck. Biting your neck you nodded.

Kuroo didn’t stop. He did not spend time letting you adjust. He knew the two of you fit well together after numerous years together. He knew what made you tick and what you could take, you’d made sure of that. So Kuroo didn’t halt. Instead he sunk his teeth into the soft skin of your shoulder and pulled back, just to dive back in and skillfully set a pace he knew you liked. A pace you’d guided him into multiple times.

As Kuroo bullied his cock into you again and again, your skin felt scorching and your grip on the controller tightened until your knuckles turned white. His hands snaked around your body, underneath your shirt, teasing lightly across your skin on their way to your chest. Fingers rolling your nipples, making you yelp in surprise.

The fourth and last race of your grand prix had started and with Kuroo repeatedly drilling his cock inside of you, your head was spinning and concentrating got harder and harder, although you did manage to keep your lead intact.

“Kuroo please, I’m—“ your body was hot. Your walls constricted and your stomach had turned into a tight familiar knot.

“Win first. Then— then you can cum.” Kuroo groaned, slowing his pace. One hand made it’s way between your body and the couch, pressing down against your clit. His fingers slowly circled your nub, almost lazily in tact with his now slowed pace. The whine that sounded deep in your throat had his chuckling. “Almost there, baby,” he mumbled against your ear. And he was right. You were almost there. You were. The finishing line was in sight and you’d cross it in a matter of seconds. You clamped down around him, silently begging him to go faster. No. To go harder. You were almost there. You were going to win.

Kuroo snapped his hips hard, slamming into you with a brutal force, as if on queue, the moment you passed the finishing line and the word goal graced your screen. The controller clattered onto the floor and a loud moan ripped from your chest. His fingers pressed down harder, his cock harshly thrusting into your cunt, ripping the moans from you, rapidly forcing you towards your climax, and mercilessly shoving you over the edge.

Your orgasm hit you hard, pleasure washed over your body, and clamping down on Kuroo’s cock just right, he tumbled right over the edge with you with a series of sloppy, uncoordinated thrusts and a babbling of praises against the skin of your neck.

[lillylvjy]

Nothings gonna take you (from my side)

A/n// prison guard Wilbur will forever have a hold on me. But anyways, enjoy this fic that took too much time to write because I’m indecisive!

Warnings// kissing (I blame Connor-/hj), yelling, paul dies, literally almost everything that happens in the video, reader is just falling in love with Wilbur, reader in handcuffs (don’t even-), like a sexual reference once, crap ending, and if I missed anything please tell me :)

Edited: no.

wc: 1.5k

It was another normal Tuesday, being woken up by the sound of yelling and banging on the metal bars outside of your room.

“Wake the fuck up!” You heard one of the guards yell. More like volunteers with the way they watch over you all.

You begrudgingly got up and out of the uncomfortable bed and stretch your limbs until they felt at ease.

“Aw, Man!” You heard the two other boys in your block yell as your door opened to be met with none other than Mr. Phil.

“Good morning!” He said in an unusually cheerful voice.

“Good morning?” You question back with a confused look on your face. “What’s going on? Why are you so smiley?” You asked the man in front of you.

“Oh you know! Just a good day!”

“It’s 7 in the morning how-“ your sentence got cut off by the sound of something hitting metal on the other end of the block. Once you saw the man who was making the noise, you closed your mouth as quick as lightening.

He was a tall man, around mid 6’ feet. He had black jeans that hung low on his hips and black shoes. He had a button up white t-shirt that framed his body beautifully with a light brown trench coat to accompany it. His hair was long and fluffy, covering half his face, but you could make out the sunglasses and monotoned look he had on his face. He kept banging the bat on the metal bar as he got closer to the group. Tommy and Ranboo practically shivering and holding onto each other in terror, Charlie gawking (which you would be doing but-), Phil smirking, and you. Oh lord, you were trying to get these thoughts out of your head. You shouldn’t find him attractive and think these, these stupid thoughts about a power hungry man. Right?

“Who is that?” Charlie questioned as he continued to look at the mysterious man walking towards you.

“Who the fuck knows.” You murmured as you looked at him with wide eyes, trying to keep your composure as he stopped in front of all of you.

“Listen up! Oi, Mr. Watson, why’re they out of their cells?” The man looked at you for a second then looked at Phil.

“Ah well you know! It’s a new day!”

“Just the way we always do things!” Charlie added on as he cowardly clutched the metal railing.

He thought for a moment before declaring, “Cell inspection, get in!”

You scoffed as you turned back around to go into your cell, but being cut off by someone grabbing your arm. “Have a problem with that, do you?” The tall man asked.

“No. I just find it highly unnecessary.” You retorted back at him as he smirked down at you and let you go.

“Check them last.” He told the guards as he kept his eyes on you the whole time.

You walked into your cell, patiently standing in the middle of it, humming a tune that you recently heard on the radio Phil turns on during the day. You kicked the dirt on the floor around until you finally heard screaming from a couple doors down. You quickly looked out to see Phil taking Tommy away from the group.

“Y/n! Y/n, help! I don’t want to go to solitary, please!” Tommy yelled at you as he got taken down the stairs and out of view.

“Solitary? What the fuck did he do to get solitary?” You asked out loud.

“Mud on his bed.” Charlie answered your question.

“Really? Fucking mud? Was it that assholes idea?” You asked as Charlie went back in the room to inspect Ranboo’s bed.

A couple second pass when you see the man with the pink bear Ranboo named Paul in his hands.

“We had to switch beds, we had to switch beds! No! Paul!” Ranboo cried out as you leant against the doorframe of your cell, watching the events happen.

Paul ended up getting hit by the bat (after 5 million tries), but you will say, he looks hot taking authority- what?!

“Mr. Cicle! Take Ranboo back to his cell and watch him. I’ll inspect this pretty little things bed.” He pointed the bat at you as he walked down the hall to you. You quickly looked to the ground, cheeks flaring red at the nickname he gave you, not wanting him to see the effect he already has on you.

As he finally made it to your cell, he placed his forearm against the frame, looking down at you with a smirk. “Mind moving for me darling?”

“Why do you even need to inspect my bed? Think I’m hiding something?” You ask as you look up at him with a quirked eyebrow as he smirked down at you.

He scoffed. “No. I just want to make sure you don’t have another man in your bed.”

“Wha- Why does that mat-“ You were quickly cut off as the man took off his glasses and tucked them into his shirt. It took you a second to fully get a glimpse of his eyes to finally recognize the man.

“Just want to make sure that I’m still the only man that’s been in your bed.”

You eyes popped out of their sockets as you finally realized who it was. “Wilb-“ you exclaimed got cut off as he placed his hand on your mouth and pushed you into the room. He pushed the door close with his foot as he backed you up into the wall beside it.

“Sh, sh, sh. Don’t want them finding out, do we love?” He asked as he took his hand away from your mouth with a smirk on his face as you smiled up at him.

“You fucking asshole, I thought you left me!” You let out a breathy laugh as you stared up at him.

“You think that lowly of me? Leaving my right hand man to rot in this place?” He asked with an offended look on his face.

“Oh so I’m only a right hand man now?!” You feigned a shocked expression up at Wilbur as he smiled down at you, placing his hand on your cheek.

“Hmm, I’d say I little bit more than one.” Wilbur whispered as he leant down to you.

You chuckled as he pressed his nose against yours. “Oh yeah, like what?”

He brings his free hand up and taps his chin like he’s in thought. “Hmm, maybe like my house cleaner?”

“Fuck off!” You slapped his chest as you giggled at his joke. You made eye contact with him before grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him down to connect your lips together.

Wilbur grabbed the back of your head as he leant down more to deepen the kiss. It wasn’t like the usual kisses you’d sneak in every once in a while when the guards weren’t looking. It was slow and passionate and full of so much love and adoration.

Wanting more, you tightened your grip on his shirt, pulling him closer, if it was even possible, and pouring all your love for him in the kiss. You loved this man. Even if he burnt down churches and shops, you would always love him. No matter what happened.

And he felt the same about you.

Unfortunately, humans need air to breathe and function. You pulled slowly pulled away from the kiss as you panted, trying to refill your lungs with the sweet air that was between you and Wilbur, breathing in his scent as you did.

You smiled up at him as he leant his forehead against yours and sighed in content, eyes closed and a small smile on his face. Once you opened his eyes, he saw your wide eyes looking up at him, a smile on your face as you cupped his face and rubbed his cheek bones.

“I love you, Will Gold.”

“And I love you, darling. Now come on! We have to go get Tommy!” Wilbur whispered at you as he put the glasses back on.

“Wait- why Tom?” You asked, eyebrows pulled together as you tilted your head, looking at him and with a confused expression.

“I kinda promised him I’d get him out of here…” Wilbur said slowly, afraid of what you’ll say.

“Fucking hell- Fine! He’s lucky I like him.” You say as Wilbur smiles down at you and walks behind you to pull your hands behind your back.

“And your lucky we’re in public, because if we weren’t-“

“Don’t. Even finish that sentence. Keep it in your pants Mr. Gold.” You shook your head as he applied the handcuffs on you as opened the door.

“I’ll try. Also, if I hurt your ears I’m sorry, but I’m the boss around here so, kinda have to be, you know?”

“Hmm yeah. And trust me, I find it attractive.” You smirked up at him as he walked you down the hall to the stairs.

“You little- I cannot wait till we’re out of here.” Wilbur interlaces your hands together as best as he could as he walked you down the stairs.

“Um- Sir! Where- Where are they going?!” Charlie asked as he saw you in handcuffs and Wilbur with a hard expression behind you.

“Solitary confinement. I’ll be back in a few Mr. Cicle.”

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Rowaelin Month Day Six: Forced Proximity @rowaelinscourt

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She is a mess because I wrote her in one day between doing my real job and trying not to cry xoxo

Warnings: mild covid references/quarantine days, very poorly edited

level of concern (tell me we're alright)

The apartment was too small.  Aelin hadn’t noticed it until now, but two rooms and a single bathroom with a kitchen that easily melted into the living room was hardly enough space for two people.  Two people who hated each other.

Aelin threw herself down on the couch, gripping her coffee in one hand.  She’d long ago mastered the art of equilibrium where any sort of caffeine was involved so she didn’t spill anything as she sprawled across the plush cushions.  Groaning, she leaned her head back and tried, so very hard, not to lose her ever loving mind.

It was only week three of quarantine and she was going insane.

She missed going outside whenever she felt like it.  She missed going shopping.  She missed her friends.  She missed people.  Instead, she was trapped here with the one person she did not want to be.

“Do you always have to sound like a dying whale?” A very unamused voice called from the kitchen table, a grand ‘ol four steps away.

Aelin flashed a single finger over the top of the couch.  She got a grunt of disapproval in return.

“It’s eight twenty-two, well outside of your precious quiet hours,” she informed her roommate. “I can do whatever I want.”

Another grunt.

Aelin shifted to peek over the couch to glare. “You sound like a dying walrus.”

And Rowan Whitethorn promptly choked on his cereal.  Two days in a row—Aelin was on a winning streak.

When Aelin first moved to Doranelle three months ago, her plan was to have her own apartment, a dog, a perfect new job, and a social life.  What she got was a crash landing with her nemesis, no dog, the worst job known to man, and quarantine.

She and Rowan had been at each other's throats since they met one fateful night at a bar.  Rowan spilled beer on her, an accident, and promptly insulted her two minutes later after trying to hit on her.

As it turned out, he was friends with Aelin’s old roommates' boyfriends.  She should have known he was the worst considering he and Lorcan Salvaterre got on.  

The bar scene ended with a fight, more beer spillage (on purpose), and a promise of vengeance.

Unfortunately for Aelin, her prospective lease fell through and she would have been homeless if not for the extra room in Rowan’s apartment.  And then covid struck and Aelin was trapped.

Hence, her beached whale position (and sounds) from the couch.  Life was one cosmic joke after another.

“You don’t always have to make your presence known, y’know,” Rowan commented as he pretended, he hadn’t almost had multi-grain Wheaties shooting out of his nose.

“Of course I do,” Aelin argued, “how else can I annoy you before quiet hours begin?”

His green eyes flashed and he rose from his seat at the table, already dressed in a button up and slacks.  For Zoom meetings.  Like a lunatic.  If he’d been wearing a tie she would have teased him for it.  Of all things the man should still be in shorts and a t-shirt.  At least the button up stretched in interesting ways over Rowan’s broad shoulders.  He might have been the bane of her existence but he was nice to look at.

“Don’t you have a job?” he asked, putting his dishes in the sink. “Ah, I forgot, you don’t.”

“Freelance writing is a job,” Aelin said.  She sat up straighter so she could better glare at him. “It’s not my fault things have slowed down.”

Indeed, Aelin’s literature degree had taken a hit given the state of the world right now.  She’d hoped she would have a job at a major publishing company or magazine or something.  Instead, she’d been rejected from job after job and was trying to write freelance articles to keep up on rent.  It…wasn’t going well.  Which had led her to content creating for Instagram.  She read books and talked about them and it kept her somewhat sane.  Until Rowan mocked her for it.

“Rent’s due on the fifth!” he called as he disappeared down the hall to his room to shut in for his work day to begin.

Aelin had no idea what he did, only that it involved not having a sense of humor.  Something with marketing?  But his degree was in history if Elide was right…

She shrugged and took a long sip of her coffee.  She had less than twenty minutes before quiet hours started at eight-forty and ended at five thirty when the work day ended and she had every intention of making as much noise as possible.

…

Rowan knew he was an ass.  He’d always been known as the asshole throughout high school, college, the steps in-between.  Even his friends often thought he was worse than Lorcan.  Lorcan of all people.

Granted, ever since Elide came into the picture, Lorcan had mellowed out and even smiled once a week.

Rowan found scowling to be more beneficial.  Especially when it came to getting Sam Cortland to shut up in the daily staff meetings they had over Zoom.

His degree was in art history and appraising--a limited degree where all he’d wanted to do was work in a museum organizing exhibits.  Not writing legal documents for rich men to take art from their rightful owners.

The irony was not lost on him that perhaps he shouldn’t give Aelin such a hard time about her job and the fact she wasn’t using her degree very much.  

The only problem was he’d dug himself into a hole and now he had no idea how to get out.

Aelin, for all eccentricities, was smart and did work hard.  She was doing everything possible to stay afloat--sarcasm included.

Their first meeting at the bar had only gone so miserable because Rowan didn’t know when to shut up and apparently had a unique skill of insulting beautiful women.  What a time to learn that.

English?  Isn’t that the easiest thing to study?

She should have slapped him and not just dumped beer in his lap.

Rowan leaned back in his seat as the project manager started talking over the new contract that would be drawn up between a client and their acquisitions.  It continued on for too long and Rowan just wanted to get back to his own assignments.  By the time late afternoon rolled around, he was ready to log off and be done for the day.

He’d always considered himself to be a homebody, but this was getting ridiculous.  He wanted to be out doing things.  But the trails were closed, his friends were spread out over the country, and there was the risk of a disastrous illness running amuck.

So he was trapped in an apartment with Aelin Galathynius.  The place had always felt enormous until she’d moved in.  But she had a way of filling every space she occupied.  Other than the various bathroom accouterments she had there were the dozens of fleece blankets, the books, the personality.  Even he had to admit she was different from anyone he’d met before.

Unfortunately, she was very good at holding grudges.

He’d tried apologizing for getting off on the wrong foot when she first moved in, but her mind was already made up.  Then came the way she was loud, talkative, rambunctious.  Quarantine was not meant for her.  After one day he’d realized that she needed space and freedom and the ability to do whatever she wanted.  The jury was still out on how he felt about that.

He was finally able to mute his other coworkers when a loud crash echoed from the kitchen.  Rowan rolled his eyes.  It was two, so of course Aelin was getting snacky.  He’d clocked her eating habits and quickly learned she needed to eat at least eight times a day to be in a good mood.  Seven of those times had to involve chocolate.

She had been doing better at keeping quiet while he was in his zoom meetings so Rowan tried to control his ire.  Really, she hadn’t been a bad roommate.  She’d tried to keep the peace between them and even offered to include him on DoorDash orders.  All of her orders were from the local dessert shop and Rowan didn’t eat much sugar so that didn’t help matters.   

Another crash from the kitchen followed by the patter of feet to the linen closet.

“Damndamndamndamn,” Aelin chanted as she went.

Rowan froze.  She’d broken his sink again, hadn’t she?  He glanced at his computer but no one was paying attention, all engaged in their own work.  Besides, he could step away from a minute if he needed to.

Standing, Rowan slipped into the hall and down to the kitchen.  He braced himself for anything and everything.  Knowing Aelin there could be a dead body.

What he was completely unprepared for was the settling plume of flour and mess of various baking items scattered around the kitchen.

“What the hell are you doing?” he blurted before he could stop himself.

Aelin turned from the counter, her blonde hair spilling out of a messy bun.  Her t-shirt and shorts (that showed off her lean legs) were covered in a mix of flour and butter, her face smudged too.  He knew he should stop staring.  Really, he’d seen her first thing in the morning looking like the walking dead and in the middle of the night crying to Taylor Swift.  And now, covered in flour, eyes wide with panic.  He would admit it only to himself and deny it if anyone asked him--but she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

“It’s cookie Friday,” Aelin said, she had a towel in one hand, spatula in the other.  A bottle of vanilla was tipped over as she was trying to mop up the mess. “Sorry.”

“You hate cooking, or baking, or anything involving an oven,” Rowan reminded her.

“Which is why I’m only going to eat the dough raw,” Aelin said, voice growing quieter with each word.  Her blue eyes were comically wide as she gestured around the kitchen. “Then the thing exploded and the other thing tipped over and it turned into a mess and I was trying to be quiet because you are a grumpy buzzard, even on Fridays, and I know you’re at work but I really needed cookies.”

Aelin continued to look at him with her large eyes as she offered a sympathetic shrug of her shoulders.  

"Sorry?"

Rowan didn't know if he should laugh or be irritated or something else.  But all he really could do was stare at her.  It was such an Aelin thing for her to do that really, he couldn't be mad.

"You know raw cookie dough is bad for you right?" He asked.

"No, it literally feeds the soul," she set.

With a wet thwack, she dropped the towel in the sink and righted the vanilla bottle.  Most of it had spilled out leaving a sickly-sweet scent cloying in the air. "And I don't care what scientists or other miserable things you read say."

Rowan rolled his eyes. He should have known better than to try and reason with her. "Alright fine.  Eat your salmonella."

"I will, thank you," she said.  A patch of flour still clung to her cheek giving her bravado a little less umph than he was sure she wanted. "And I'll clean up, no need to worry your poor old heart about that."

"I'm not old," he said.  Thirty was a perfectly reasonable age.

"Yeah, yeah."  She patted herself down, sending little plumes of flour all over the place.  She tried righting her hair, but it seemed to be of no use—most of the tendrils had broken free and she was stuck with a curling mass in the nape of her neck. "Go back to work, I'm sure nothing will get done without you."

And Rowan in a bought of what had to be pure reckless abandonment shook his head. "Nah.  I'm not that important."

Aelin raised a brow. "Really? Even with your real degree and real work you put into college."

Well.  He deserved that. 

"Yeah?"

Aelin eyed him skeptically before tossing another clean towel at him. "You get the floor I'll get the cabinets."

And then because the apartment had somehow shrunk in the last three months—they were continually in each other’s way.  Rowan brushing her leg, Aelin grabbing his shoulder when she nearly fell over while reaching for the top cabinets, both going for the sink at the same time.  It was chaos.  And because Rowan didn't know how to sort out his own feelings, he found his skin heating at each touch, his heart race at each glance.  And he knew, he knew he was a fool.  But if the past three months had taught him anything—it was that he could be very wrong about a great deal of things.

When the kitchen was somewhat restored to order.  Aelin sighed. "I guess that'll have to do.  I'll dig out the real cleaning products in a minute, I have to meet with one of my editors.  Hopefully one of my articles was accepted this time."

She said the last part flippantly, but Rowan could sense the tension rolling off of her.  She wanted that job to go through, needed it.  

"I'm sure it will," he said.

Aelin rolled her eyes. "You don't have to offer a pity compliment buzzard; I know it's not your style."

“It’s not--” Rowan cursed and looked away, running a hand through his hair anxiously. “We both know what I said back then wasn’t true.  I know it must have taken work and dedication to get your degree.”

“Thanks.  It did.” She was unapologetic with her bold words, just as he would expect her to be. “I won’t keep you.  I promise I’ll have the rest of this cleaned up before bed.”

“It’s fine,” Rowan said. 

Aelin grabbed the dirty towels to take to the small laundry alcove but Rowan stopped her.

“You’ve got flour,” he tried to explain that there was still a steak of flour on her cheek, but he was already reaching out, brushing it away with a quick swipe of his thumb.

Aelin froze, watching him as if she didn’t recognize him.  Not that he could blame her, he was actually being nice.  Her lips parted as if to say something, but Rowan’s phone gave a loud ping from where he’d left it in his room.  He’d hooked his notifications onto a larger speaker setting so he wouldn’t miss anything during the day if he got up to leave his desk.

“Work calls, right?”  Aelin joked with a small, half smile.  And then she was gone down the hall.

Rowan cursed again, running a hand over his face. 

“Get it together, Whitethorn,” he muttered, before he too returned to his room.

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Luigi's Secret

Chapter 18: A Long-Awaited Tickle Attack

Luigi finally gets the tickle attack he has been begging to get, for years now. And Mario feels more than comfortable with destroying his brother with tickles from the new claws he had bought earlier that day.

Chapter 17

Voila~! The long-awaited second part is here! And I hope it's worth the wait!

Edit as of September 13/23: Fanfic has been edited due to constructive criticism from readers. Thank you for your patience.

The evil red being he called his brother…who was wearing black claws on his fingers…began tracing his little claws down Luigi’s ribs and sides. “And now…accept your fate as the tickle monster’s delicious dinner~” Mario said evilly. 

Luigi gasped and shuddered as he felt the cold, metal claws flutter on his sides and ribs. Ohoho gohod- how was Mario DOING THIS!? And WHY was Mario doing this?! Luigi quickly tried to hold his laughter in. If Mario thinks he can break me just like that, then he’s messed with the wrong lee. 

“Oooohohooo, trying to hold out on me?” Mario asked. “Well silly little fact…but the tickle monster feeds on laughter. So if you’re not going to let me sip up some of that delicious laughter…” Mario moved his fingers towards his stomach. “...then I’m just gonna have to tickle it out of you~.” Mario whispered into his ear. 

HOOOLY- UUMMMM…ILLEGAL! THIS IS ILLEGAL! SO ILLEGAL, IT SHOULD BE BANNED! MARIO IS A CRIMINAL! ARREST THIS MAN FOR BEING WAY TOO GOOD AT THIS! 

Luigi was whimpering and whining as he struggled to hold his breath. But the evil monster was GOING FOR THE KILL! He could FEEL IT! LITERALLY, AND METAPHORICALLY! Luigi quickly covered his mouth, giving up a single line of defense to keep resisting. 

“So what’s your choice, ticklish one? Accept your fate as my meal and laugh your days away?” Mario asked softly. “Or resist my advances until you ultimately explode?” Mario asked next. “Choose wisely, victim.” Mario whispered. “Because you are going to show me every ounce of your laughter no matter what choice you make.” Mario teased next. 

Luigi shook his head as he felt his stupid cheeks brightening themselves like a brightening light. Luigi’s cheeks could easily light up a dark room with how bright and red they were. Every little poke and touch from those claws were killing him one by one. And there were 10 of those dreaded claws on his belly right now! And they were getting closer and closer to his absolute worst spot…The belly button. 

“I’m getting cloooserrr…to popping this little balloooon~” Mario teased, circling his claw around the outside of his brother’s belly button. 

Round and round it went until…

*poke* 

Luigi finally wheezed and went completely silent. The only sound that would fill the room were Luigi’s own snorts. Not laughter…not cackles…not even giggles…just snorts and wheezes. 

Mario widened his eyes and quickly removed his claw from his belly button. He quickly began to worry that he may be killing the man. Did he go too far?! 

But with the claw now out of his belly button, Luigi threw his head back against Mario’s shoulder as he flopped to the ground and cackled like his heart depended on it. Mario kept his arms around Luigi and knelt himself down with him, making sure Luigi went down without hitting his head. While Mario was keeping his brother from injuring himself, Luigi was holding his stomach tightly and kicking his feet as he cackled, snorted and laughed himself absolutely stupid in the hands of his brother. He had NEVER felt such a strong need to laugh. Not THIS much! This was…Almost paradise! He had only imagined this moment in his dreams! And to actually be experiencing it?! It’s…mind blowing. 

Slowly, Luigi’s cackles started to lessen into laughter. Though the laughter was still quite strong, it still felt just as amazing. And…the best part was that Luigi didn’t feel embarrassed by the snorts that kept coming out of his mouth. He felt way too happy to even attempt to cover them up. It felt overwhelmingly awesome. 

And then slowly, those laughing fits turned into helpless giggles. The cutest, funniest little giggles to ever come out of a man like Luigi. They were silly giggles…giggles that only a toddler would ever have the confidence to show off to anyone. And here was Luigi, just giggling like it was the only thing life depended on. And clearly loving every second of it too! If there was ever even an ounce of anger in this man before, then it was completely gone by now. 

“Hoholy merda, Luigi.” Mario reacted, giggling alongside him. “Are you okay?” Mario asked, slowly lowering Luigi to the floor. 

Luigi sprawled himself out on his back on the floor, and started to let out more breathless giggles. “Ihihihi…” Luigi widened his smile as he let out a breathless, free giggle fit. “Ihihi feeheel amazing.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario giggled and looked at his brother in a whole new light. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh that much…ever.” Mario reacted.  

Luigi let out another breathless giggle in response, before letting out a long breath. “Ohokahay.” Luigi started. “Ahagain.” Luigi said. 

“A- What?!” Mario raised his eyebrows, taken aback. I’m sorry, what did he just say?!  

“Do it again! That was awesome!” Luigi told him. 

“Do…do what?” Mario asked, still unsure if he was hearing his brother right. 

“The…The claws.” Luigi told him. “Use the claws again.” Luigi specified, wiggling his own fingers. 

“Like-” Mario started spidering his right clawed fingers up his belly. “Like this?” Mario asked. 

Luigi squealed and bursted out in giggly laughter all over again. “Yeheheah! Lihihike thahahahat!” Luigi replied. Not wanting the spidery fingers to stop, Luigi did all he could to fight every fight-or-flight instinct inside him, and held his hands in fists against the top of his chest. “EEhehehehee! HAhahahahaha!” Luigi laughed, starting to lightly kick his feet. 

Mario’s smile grew a bit more as he added his left hand of fingers to the mix. He had started treating his fingers like little spider legs that crawled up and down his brother’s belly. Whenever they moved to the bottom of the ribs, Mario would drag the fingers back down to the bottom of his belly, before resuming the spidery fingers all over again. And everytime those fingers would drag back down, Luigi would squeak and giggle in an almost girly tone. And then his regular laughter would start up again once the spider fingers started crawling up his belly all over again. 

Mario soon stopped the spiders for a moment. “So…I found out a small bit about something called ‘aftercare’.” Mario told him. 

Luigi was still giggling breathlessly as he looked at Mario. “Yeheah…” Luigi sat himself up. “Ihit’s the idea of taking care of the lee after any tickle session. But it’s mostly required after a heavy tickle session.” Luigi explained. 

“So…A heavy tickle session…like what I did to you a few minutes ago…” Mario clarified. 

Luigi nodded. “It’s basic stuff like making sure the lee’s hydrated and fed, giving them a blanket, giving them much softer tickles if they want that, giving them hugs or cuddling, etcetera.” Luigi explained. 

Mario nodded his head. “So…the tickle world is…a very comforting place.” Mario tried to explain. 

Luigi’s facial expression turned calm and almost gentle. “More than you would ever know.” Luigi told him. “Though with the way the world is, we have to be careful about adults and minors.” Luigi explained. 

Mario nodded his head. “I can only imagine what could go wrong in a community like this.” Mario added. 

Luigi chuckled. “You got that right.” 

Mario nodded his head and looked at Luigi. “So…” He knelt down beside Luigi. “What’s your Tumblr name online?” Mario asked. 

Luigi chuckled. “Weegee-the-lee.” Luigi replied. 

“Weegee?” Mario reacted, before smiling brightly. “Your nickname is a variation of your name?” Mario asked. 

“Actually…I go by my first name.” Luigi admitted. “People on Tumblr call me Luigi or Weegee.” Luigi explained. 

Mario raised his eyebrows. “You use your regular name online?!” Mario asked. 

Luigi chuckled. “I’m not clever enough to come up with a good nickname for myself.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario giggled. “So that’s why that Jin person kept calling you Lee-uigi.” Mario teased. 

Luigi groaned and covered his face with his hands. “Yeheheheah…” Luigi mumbled. 

Mario smiled and looked at the claws on his fingers. “Well…I’d say this was the best impulse buy I’ve ever done.” Mario said. 

Luigi uncovered his face and looked at the claws. “Never knew my brother would go as far as to go to Hot Topic…” Luigi admitted. 

Mario smirked. “Impressed yet?” Mario teased, wiggling his fingers at Luigi evilly. 

Luigi’s blush changed from a light red to a medium red from just the fingers alone. “Ihihi wahas impressed from the moment you tickled myhy ribs after finding out the truhuhuth.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario widened his eyes and gently danced the claws on his ribs. “Like this? The counting ribs thing?” Mario asked. 

Luigi squeaked and giggled helplessly as he nodded his head. “Yeheheheah! Thahahat! Thehe twehehelve rihihibs thihing!” Luigi replied. 

“So you mean the fact that you have 24 ribs, 12 on each side?” Mario clarified. “The only useful medical knowledge that everyone in the community seems to know?” Mario clarified next. 

Luigi nodded his head again and finally turned himself over onto the right side that was being tickled, to cover up his ribs. 

“Ohohooo! Big mistake, fratello.” Mario teased, going for the left side. “By covering up your right ribs, you just exposed your left ribs to the tickle monster!” Mario reacted. “Now I HAVE to go for it!” Mario started skittering his clawed fingers up and down the left side of Luigi’s rib cage this time. 

Luigi snorted and rolled back over onto his back, and started kicking his feet as he giggled and laughed. “Ihihif yohohou’re reheally that smahahart, yohohou wohould gohoho for bohohoth!” Luigi told him. 

Mario raised an eyebrow. “Is my ticklish brother really trying to school me on how to tickle?” Mario teased. 

Luigi nodded his head as he struggled to keep his hands out of the way. “Yehehehes! Whahat ohohof ihit?” Luigi asked. 

Mario grew a shit-eating grin as he grabbed Luigi’s left arm and held it above his head. “You should know that talking back to the tickle monster just earns you more tickles.” Mario told him as he clawed his way up and down Luigi’s now-fully exposed ribs. “But something tells me that’s EXACTLY what you were going for.” Mario added. 

Luigi squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back as he cackled and laughed. “HAHAHAHAHAHA! WOHOHORTH IHIHIT!” Luigi yelled. 

Mario giggled and moved his claws back up to the armpits. “I’m gonna getcha~!” Mario teased. 

Luigi squeaked and watched helplessly as Mario moved closer and closer to his armpits. “OH GOHOHOSH, MAHAHARIO!” Luigi yelled. 

“I’m getting clooooser~!” Mario teased, reaching the top parts of the ribcage. 

Luigi snorted and laughed, kicking his feet wildly. 

“Aaaand…” Mario finally poked into the dip of his brother’s armpit and skittered wildly. 

Luigi squeaked and threw his head back, wiggling around with newfound fits of laughter. 

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle, Lu-Lu~!” Mario teased. 

Luigi’s blush deepened yet again as he tugged on his arm helplessly. The poor man was left to snort and laugh his way through the entire experience. But did Luigi complain? Nope! Not even close.

And Mario noticed this. “Here’s another clue about your secret that I’ve never really noticed until now:” Mario lessened the ticklishness to scritching the index and middle claw up and down the armpit. “You haven’t said ‘No’ or ‘Stop’ even once yet.” Mario added. “And that…is quite suspicious.” 

Luigi’s laughter lessened to giggles the moment his brother’s skittering claws turned to gentle scritching. “Ihihi knohohohow. Ihihi’ll lehehehet yohohou knohow whehehen to stohohop.” Luigi told him. 

Mario nodded his head and gently dragged his clawed index finger down to the middle ribs. “How do you feel about me pinning your arm up like this?” Mario asked, poking Luigi’s wrist. 

Luigi looked up at his own wrist and kept gently giggling. “Wehehehell…Ihihi feeheheel fihihine.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario smirked and grabbed both his wrists before placing them above Luigi’s head. “What about this?” Mario asked. 

Luigi looked up at his pinned arms, and started whimpering as he brought his knees to his chest. “Ohohoho bohohoy…Hehehehehe…” Luigi giggled awkwardly. 

Being playful, Mario lifted up Luigi’s shirt and blew some air onto his bare belly. 

This caused a shiver to move up Luigi’s spine and midsection as his giggles went up an octave. “OhonohohahAHAHAHA! MARIODOHOHON’T!” Luigi squeaked, kicking his feet. 

“Ohokay, okay. Sorry.” Mario reacted. He let go of Luigi and knelt down beside him. “So…What now?” Mario asked. 

“Well…doesn’t matter to me.” Luigi admitted. 

“Well, it kinda does though. You’re the lee, so…you have to choose.” Mario told him. 

Luigi bit his lip and tried to think. Part of him wanted Mario to keep going, but…he was worried that Mario wouldn’t want to keep going. He didn’t want to push Mario to do something he didn’t want to do. Consent is supposed to go both ways, after all. 

“Well…the claws are still available for tickling, if you need it.” Mario teased, wiggling the claws. 

Luigi instinctively covered his mouth, and giggled. “Ihihi knohow.” he responded. 

Mario held out his right hand. “Tickles?” Mario said, shaking his right hand. “Or aftercare?” Mario asked, shaking the left hand. 

Luigi looked at the hands, before looking at Mario. What…is he doing? 

“Tickles?” Mario shook his right hand. “Or aftercare?” Mario shook his left hand. “Point to what one you want.” he explained with a big smile. 

Luigi let out a long breath and looked at the two hands. The right hand…or the left hand…

Tickles…or aftercare…? 

Luigi took in a deep breath, held his breath, and reached up to the right hand. He poked it gently. 

Mario smirked and wiggled all 10 of his claws. “Loading…” Mario said in a fake robot voice. 

Luigi widened his eyes and laughed at him, hanging his head. 

“One moment please…” Mario said next in his robot voice. “Loading…” Mario repeated. 

“Duhuhude!” Luigi giggled. 

Mario made some robot sound effects. “Request processed. Begin tickle attack.” Mario said in his robot voice before skittering his fingers onto his belly and sides. 

Luigi screeched and covered his face, laughing gleefully into his palms. “MAHAhahahariohohoho NOHOHO!” Luigi yelled. 

Mario smirked and poked his belly button, making Luigi screech in reaction. “Stop covering up your face! I wanna hear you fully giggle and laugh!” Mario told him. 

“Nohoho yohohou dohohon’t.” Luigi warned. 

“Here’s the deal.” Mario lifted up Luigi’s shirt, and rubbed his hands together, before wiggling his fingers inches from Luigi’s stupidly ticklish belly. “I’m going to keep tickling all over your belly, sides, and ribs…whatever spot I want to.” Mario said. “And as long as you keep your face uncovered, you will be fine.” Mario told him. 

“Ahahand ihif I cohohover my fahahace?” Luigi asked. 

“If you cover your face or your mouth…then I go for your belly button.” Mario told him, pointing to Luigi’s belly button. 

Luigi gasped and instinctively covered his mouth in horror. “NOOO!” Luigi shrieked. 

Mario clicked his tongue. “Lu, lu, lu…” Mario swirled his claw around the bottom of Luigi’s belly button. “You never do learn, do you?” Mario teased. 

Luigi wheezed and arched his back, throwing his head back and cackling loudly. “THAHAHAT’S SOHOHO MEHEHEHEHEAN!” Luigi shouted. 

“But fair, right?” Mario asked, removing his claw.  

“IHIHihi guehehehess.” Luigi replied. 

“Alright~!” Mario replied. “Now keep your face free! Let out every laugh! No more hiding your true self!” Mario declared, tickling his sides and ribs. 

Luigi let out a long fit of laughter, before snorting. “GAHAHAHAHAhahaha *snort* OHO NOHOHOHO *snort* OHOHO!” Luigi covered his mouth instinctively, not fully realizing what he was doing. 

“Ah ah ah~” Mario poked his claw into Luigi’s belly button. “What did I just say?” Mario asked. 

Luigi screeched and quickly uncovered his mouth, removing Mario’s finger and turning on his side as he hugged his belly tightly and kicked his little feetsies. 

Mario chuckled. “You really can’t handle belly button tickles…” Mario mentioned. 

Luigi slowly let go of his belly and laid himself back down onto the ground. “Ohokay. I’m okay.” Luigi told him. 

Mario smiled and pulled out his phone. “Hold on…” Mario said, removing the thumb claws so he could text. 

Luigi bit his lip. “Telling Mamma and Papa that we won’t make it tonight?” Luigi asked. 

“Yup. Cause I’ve got a brother to wreck.” Mario replied with a wink, leaving Luigi flustered and nervous. Mario clicked send on the phone before putting his phone away. With everything figured out, Mario put the thumb finger claws back on. With all 10 claws back on his fingers, Mario began to look at the claws before looking at Luigi’s ears. “I wonder…” 

Mario walked up to Luigi’s head and placed both his hands on either side of Luigi’s head. 

Luigi widened his eyes and looked at either hand, confused. “Uhhh…” Luigi looked up at Mario, who was sitting on his knees, looking at Luigi upside down. “What are you doing?” Luigi asked awkwardly. 

“Preparing to tickle you.” Mario replied. 

“W-Where?” Luigi asked next, slightly nervous. 

“Riiiight…” Mario started to bend both his index fingers down and drag the claws right down to the spot behind Luigi’s ear. 

Luigi widened his eyes and covered his mouth as he quickly realized where he was gonna go. “oooOOOHOHOHohoooh no...” Luigi reacted, looking at Mario. 

“3…” Mario started counting. 

Luigi squeaked and uncovered his mouth, squeezing his fists.

“2…” Mario counted, moving his hands back slightly so his fingers hit the target a bit better. 

Luigi was giggling in anticipation, occasionally snorting as he struggled to contain his nervous excitement. 

“1…” Mario counted, bending both his middle fingers down to prepare for tickling behind his ear. 

Luigi squeezed his eyes shut as he braced for impact.

Mario fluttered his claws on the right side first. “Kitchykitchykoo~” Mario said quickly. 

Luigi gasped and curled his neck to the right side. “eeEEHEHEEE!” Luigi squealed loudly. 

Mario fluttered his claws on the left side next. “Kitchykitchykitchykoo!” Mario teased. 

Luigi curled his neck to the left side this time. “EHEheheeehee!” Luigi giggled. 

And then Mario started fluttering his fingers on BOTH sides of his ears! And that…was when the dam broke right open. Luigi cackled and squealed like it was all he ever knew. The way Mario was tickling BOTH SIDES AT ONCE…was so brutal, and yet…so fun! So many complicated reactions to one single feeling: ticklishness. 

But…Luigi never did tell Mario to stop…Not until he was physically exhausted. And when Mario stopped, he made sure to remember the little words Luigi had told him earlier about aftercare: Mario poured him a cold glass of water. He wrapped a soft, but light blanket around him. He made Luigi some canned soup for dinner. And throughout dinner, Mario made sure to remind Luigi that he could ask for what he wanted. When Luigi asked to be cuddled, Mario held him for a while. And when Luigi asked to be gently tickled on the ears, Mario did just that. And a half an hour later, when Luigi was ready…he decided to say one last thing before he fully fell asleep. 

“Mario?” Luigi asked softly. 

Mario looked down at his brother. “Yes?” 

Luigi closed his eyes and rested himself against his brother’s shoulder. “My favorite spot to be tickled…is my ears.” he admitted to him. 

Mario let out a small fit of laughter as he smiled at him. “I know.” Mario told him. “It’s kinda obvious.”

Luigi smiled a small bit more, feeling content and satisfied with himself as he finally fell asleep. 

So: I was discharged from the hospital, and I'll be returning on September 21st for my open heart surgery. I am getting a conduit (tube with a valve on my pulmonary artery) replaced due to it being blocked and really old. My recovery should be a week, followed by 8-12 weeks of restricted movements. No lifting or carrying heavy things for at least 8 months. And in that time, I will be able to write and focus on getting better. Thanks for all the support! ~Pocket