#THEY LITERALLY SAID “That tickles a little-“

[f1smutwriter]

| 𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐜𝐥𝟏𝟔, 𝐦𝐯𝟏)

Charles Leclerc x Max Verstappen x Dramatic!Reader

Summary: when Max doesn’t like affection but when he sees the two people he loves cuddle, he changes his mind.

Warnings: none just a few curse words here and there, and kissing almost making out, also a bit of sex talk because why not.

Notes: I live for lerstappen, just the image of max and Charles is so AAAHHHH. And plus they are both fine as hell. So this is like a little blurb before I make a full on fanfic where they’re just both lovey dovey. Hope you enjoy <3!

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“Maxie come cuddle please” I begged pouting as I’m cuddling with Charles who was just laughing at my attempt. “No Schat you know I hate cuddling makes me feel sticky” He says as he massages my feet since they were hurting earlier. “Just say you hate us” I mumbled making Charles laugh and making me hide my face in his neck.

“Why would I hate you guys I love you both so much” Max smiled while rolling his eyes from my dramatic comment. I look at him and stick my tongue out at him. “Put your tongue back in before I bite it” He grinned as he tickled my feet making me laugh before I snatch it away from him. “Your freaky” I say getting out of Charles grip making me groan as I moved.

“Where are you going Mon ange” he said while he sat up on his elbows to see where I was going. “To get some snacks don’t go making out max without me now” I say as I grab my keys and kiss them both softly. “No promises” Max said making me snort as I go to my car and went to the store to get some snacks for us. I grabbed all of our favorite chips, candy, and drinks putting them in a basket. I go to the cash register and pay for my things driving back home. I walk in and see Charles in maxes lap making out.

“The one thing I told you is to not make out with me” I say pretending to be disappointed in both of them. “Come baby Charles was just begging for it with his eyes” he smirked before squeezing Charles waist making him groan softly. “Keep your boners in your pants whores” I laughed and I take out all of our snack throwing them their drinks. “You’re literally the best girlfriend we could ever ask for” Charles smiled as he pulled me into his lap making me smile.

“Stop don’t make me blush” I smiled as I hide my face in his neck. He grabs my chin making me look at him as he kissed my lips with the most gentle touch ever. He runs his fingers through my hair making me smile against his lips. “I swear you guys are going this on purpose” max stated from the other couch. “Well you don’t like cuddling with us because you feel sticky” I mocked him as Charles kissed my neck lovingly making me giggle from being tickled. “You guys are a pain in my ass come here” he said open his arms so we both can cuddle with me, me and Charles get up quickly jumping on him while he just laughs at him.

“Jeetje jullie zijn allebei schattig” he whispered making us both look at him in confusion. “We don’t understand Dutch” I pout making him smile. He held up closer to him whispering sweet nothings in our ear making me and Charles both feel so loved. “See schat I do love you don’t ever think otherwise” He whispered before kissing me and then going to Charles and kissing him. (Gosh you both are so adorable)

“The two love of my life” He whispered again looking at us with pure love making me smile as I cuddle up to both of them, my head on maxes lap and my legs on his lap while they cuddle each other. I slowly fall asleep on him but before I do I whisper. “I love you both so much” I whispered making them smile.

“We love you too baby” they said in unison making them kiss my head as they let me sleep.

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The next morning

“Schat I love you but your on me scoot over to Charles a bit” he whispered to me in a groggy voice making me groan not getting off of him. “Princess please I need room to breathe” he chuckled softly making me shake my head no as I lay more on top of him. “Once you got a boyfriend and girlfriend you lost your privileges to breathe” I grumbled in his neck making Charles burst out laughing as he heard me.

“Fine I’m up I’m officially up” I groaned getting up and going to the bathroom to shower. “Mon cœur he said scoot over not for you to leave” he chuckled when he saw how dramatic I was being. “Do you guys wanna shower with me” I asked softly making them both get up instantly grabbing me and dragging my body to the bathroom to take a shower. “I swear you guys are like rabbits” I mumbled making max smirk softly.

“I don’t know about me but Charles definitely is always wants to be full” he grinned as he held Charles waist as i see his boner. “Never mind you guys aren’t showering with me” I mumbled before taking off my close and jumping in the shower hearing them both talk outside the bathroom. “See you make me horny and now she won’t let us shower with her” Charles groaned to max making him laugh at Charles.

“That’s not my fault you wanted to get hard” Max teased him making Charles groaned before walking off and followed him. After my shower I come out and put on some comfy sweatpants and a big sweater feeling comfy. I go to the kitchen grabbing something to eat seeing Charles and max stare at me. “Is that my sweater” Charles asked while eating his food while he stares at me in awe.

“What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine so yes I’m pretty sure it’s your” I said as I served myself some cereal and sitting next to him and max. “You act like I’m gonna wear your clothes” I smiled softly as he kissed my head making me scrunch up my nose as I eat my cereal. “What do you want to do today Schat” max asked me making me smile knowing what I wanted to do. “Can we go to the stores please” I begged him making him roll his eyes, since he hates shopping. “Fine, fine” he groaned making me squeal.

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After shopping

“Thank you both” I smiled softly kissing them with pure love. “You’re welcome amore” Charles whispered as we go inside the house with max holding our waist. “I swear you’re so cute when you find something you like” max smiled kissing my head softly as he sits on the couch dragging me and Charles with him to cuddle up. “What happened to hating being cuddled” I asked making me look at him in confusion.

“They grew on me” He whispered as he kissed out head

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Notes: Stop I love this it’s so cute, but kinda sad that it’s so short. I love them both I feel like Charles would be for sure the clingy one and max would sorta be clingy but acts like he’s not. Anyways more smut coming soon and it might be a lando Norris one. Because lando Norris is so AHHH. Anyways request are open and if you requested something it's coming soon. bye <3!!!

[jjunieworld]

UNDER THE CHERRY BLOSSOM TREE ˒˒ 최범규

it’s confession day and you want nothing more than to receive a crush from your longtime friend, beomgyu.

pairing ‎⸝⸝⸝ choi beomgyu x fem!reader 𓄷 iηcℓudᥱs 𓈓 yeonjun, soobin, and yeji from itzy

genre﹙📄﹚⸝⸝⸝ toothrotting fluff, friends to lovers, mutual pining but you both are oblivious, highschool au ???

kipo’s note ‎⸝⸝⸝ literally watched beomgyu’s cover and music video and was struck by sudden inspiration and motivation and i just had to write something based off it! ❀ so here is a super cute little drabble in honor of beomgyu’s cover, i hope you enjoy!! all feedback and reblogs are welcome! ♡

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today was a day you both loved and absolutely hated—confession day. the day where you confess your feelings to the one who you like most.

the hallways were giddy with excitement and you couldn’t help being lured to the feeling. everyone was alight with what the day could possibly behold. as you made your way to your locker to put your bag away, you heard various snippets of conversations:

“i’m scared to open my locker! what if there isn’t any note inside?” “—and he wrote for me to meet him on the football field after school!” “who do you think yeonjun will confess to? i heard from hana that he was eying her, but mina said the same thing!” “well i heard hana say that jake was going to confess to her today on the rooftop!” “—to meet near the school gates!”

a soft smile made its way onto your lips. confession day—at least the start of it—was always one that made you happy inside. you loved seeing other people finally confess their feelings to to each other. it was also fun for you and your friends to make bets on who would confess to who.

just as you reached for the lock of your locker, you friend yeji ran up to you with a thrilled expression, her black hair flying into her face as she came to a sudden stop. “it’s confession day!” she squealed repeatedly, brushing her hair out of her face and linking her arm with yours once you got your books out. “who do you think will confess to who later today?”

“apparently hana has many suitors,” you shrugged and the two of you giggled slightly as you walked the halls slowly to your homeroom. suddenly yeji turned to you, a playful grin lighting up her face with a scrunched nose. oh god, you thought, what is she about to say?

she tickled your side, making you squirm away with a laugh. “do you think beomgyu is going to confess to you today?” she asked. you swatted her hand away, heat creeping up your neck as you looked forward to try and hide how flustered the question made you. you shrugged again, hopeful smile curling your lips.

beomgyu sat at his desk surrounded by his two friends, yeonjun and soobin. he shifted a sealed envelope from hand to hand, “to y/n” written on it. the red striped tie and dark blue blazer of his uniform suddenly seemed so constricting. “—and tell me exactly what you wrote in the letter,” he heard the tail end of yeonjun’s sentence.

beomgyu had already told soobin just minutes prior and he sighed softly as he dragged his eyes up from the letter. nerves flowed through him as he recounted the letter again for yeonjun.

dear, y/n

would you meet me under the cherry blossom tree by the train tracks after school?

beomgyu

it was a very simple letter, really. beomgyu had wanted to give his confession in person to you rather than through a letter or any other means. yeonjun’s face contorted in thought. “maybe spice it up a little?” he suggested.

“i like it. it’s simple and right to the point. besides, he said he wants to confess in person,” soobin cut in before beomgyu could. yeonjun hummed before nodding slowly. “i guess it could work!”

just as yeonjun finished talking, the homeroom door opened. you and your friend—yeji, who he’s come to know of—stepped through; arms linked as you leaned into each other to whisper something he couldn’t hear. a low laugh emitted from you and beomgyu swore it was the prettiest, most melodic thing he has ever heard.

the sunlight from the open blinds of the classroom cascaded down onto your frame, illuminating you like you were on a stage. beomgyu just couldn’t believe how pretty you were. your eyes connected with his, that bright smile of yours still on your face, and you waved your hand slightly to wave at him. your bright smile turned sheepish as you quickly looked away and you and yeji made it to your seats.

from just one look, beomgyu could practically see your future together. he wanted to be yours and you to be his so desperately. he wanted to do simple day to day activities with you, like helping you with homework and putting your books into your locker. he wanted to take you to the movies and talk about what you decided to see and walk you home after, fingers just barely brushing past each other. you were just so cute.

“look at him, there’s literally hearts in his eyes,” beomgyu distantly heard yeonjun say. his eyes were still on you until fingers snapped in his face, startling him back to reality. soobin pulled back his arm with a laugh and beomgyu rolled his eyes. he glanced back to you briefly, small smile forming on his face before returning his attention back to his friends.

beomgyu looked down again at the letter in his hands. he had meant to put it in your locker this morning before you arrived, but chickened out at the last second. that’s why he was here, enlisting the help of his two idiot bestfriends to ensure everything goes off without a hitch.

soobin laid a hand on beomgyu’s shoulder and patted it comfortingly, “you got this, man! it’s so obvious that the two of you like each other!” yeonjun nodded in agreement. beomgyu sighed and tucked the letter under his books. he hesitantly let their words fill him with confidence and hope. i really hope she does, he thought.

you turned slightly and looked over your shoulder, just barely catching a glimpse of beomgyu. you turned back towards yeji with a lovesick smile. “it’ll happen, don’t worry! it’s so obvious that the two of you like each other!” yeji comforted you. you just sighed and directed the conversation to a different topic. i really hope he does, you thought.

when you were grabbing your bag from your locker, mid conversation with yeji, a small white envelope fluttered to the ground at your feet. yeji gasped as you bent to pick it up with wide eyes. yeji drew closer to you, hiding the letter from the view of the other students making their way towards the entrance of the school. “open it, open it!” she exclaimed.

with a deep breath you carefully opened the envelope that had “to y/n” written on it in familiar handwriting. carefully you opened up the delicate letter and read the contents, yeji beside you taking in every word as well. you froze in shock for a split second before a wide smile broke out onto your face and it took everything in you to keep from jumping up and down.

“he wants me to meet him under the cherry blossom tree by the train tracks…” you breathed lowly, shock still reeling you. you repeated yourself, each word getting louder as you turned and grasped yeji’s hands with excitement and almost crinkling the letter, “he wants me to meet him under the cherry blossom tree by the train tracks!”

you had gathered the attention of the students walking by and heat suddenly spread across your face and immediately calmed you down. unfortunately, just as you shrunk into your locker, your eyes briefly connected with beomgyu’s bestfriend and resident golden boy of your school—choi yeonjun.

he looked in your direction and you just barely managed to catch the smile he gave to beomgyu’s other bestfriend—choi soobin—and the words forming from his lips.

your grip on yeji’s hands tightened as you quickly pulled her towards the girls restroom. “oh my god!” she exclaimed and began jumping the two of you up and down. excited giggles left both of your lips and echoed off the walls of the restroom.

“oh my god,” yeji repeated, suddenly serious. “he means meet him now. you have to go, like, right now!” worry suddenly broke through all your emotions at the possibility of beomgyu thinking that you wouldn’t show. yeji started pushing you towards the door of the restroom.

“oh my god!” you worriedly repeated yeji’s words. in response, all she repeated was, “go, go, go!”

you booked it out of the restroom and out of the school, running all the way until you saw the familiar cherry blossom tree down the hill in front of where the school sat. distantly, you saw beomgyu’s figure waiting for you and you inhaled deeply as you made slow strides towards him. you held the letter close to your heart and tried to control your nerves the closer and closer you got to the tree.

at your incoming footsteps, beomgyu turned to you and you gasped softly and how beautiful he was. a flustered—and somewhat sheepish—smile spread across your face and you stepped just mere inches from where he stood. “i got your letter,” you said as you looked up into his eyes.

the falling cherry blossoms around beomgyu’s head and soft afternoon light framed him perfectly and it made you wonder just how lucky you were that you were the one he chose to confess to.

beomgyu opened his mouth, only to close it and have a matching sheepish smile overtake it. just as he went to open it again, a cherry blossom fell onto his head, caught in the dark strands of his hair. he looked up, just as you did as well, and you both chuckled. “can we start seeing each other?” beomgyu ask you quietly, plucking the flower from his hair and holding it out to you.

if it were even possible, your smile widened and you accepted the outstretched flower. from the corner of your eye saw yeji, yeonjun, and soobin huddle together behind a bush directly across from the two of you. yeji nudged them out of the way to get a good look but accidentally ruffled some of the leaves of the bush. you saw the three of them drop down quick as lightning behind the bush before you or beomgyu could see them.

you nodded and softly spoke, “i would really like that.” a toothy grin spread on beomgyu’s lips. finally, the one he adored the most was his.

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[otomiyaa]

Diluc x Ticklish Male!Reader

Romantic + 11. “So, what will be your next excuse to tickle me?” Requested by @blue-little-angel for my 1K Followers Event🌻

You started it. Really, anyone would say you literally asked for it. But how could you help yourself? When Diluc was tying his hair in one of those pretty ponytails with his hair tie in his mouth, looking so gentle, charming, vulnerable, beautiful...

Well, your hand just acted on its own!

You reached out, tickled him and watched his adorable reaction unfold. The delight of watching him yelp with his arms shooting down, and seeing the blush spread on his cheeks, it was quite short-lived.

You went from giggling triumphantly to cackling your head off the moment he lunged at you, his fingers digging into your sides for a fitting tickly revenge.

"Cheeky little guy, you thought that was funny hmh?" he said with his hair tie still between his teeth as he tickled you, his attack calm and calculated, yet so very torturous.

"Yehehes! I'm sorry-ackhahha! Dil-Diluhuhuc wahahait!" you laughed, and you tried to jump up and get out of his reach, but this was a game easily won by him. You always failed at tickle fights against your evil boyfriend, no matter how much you tried to win.

It was a combination of those ticklish sensations and the way Diluc would always look whenever he tickled you: so charming and elegant, it made your entire mind and body go weak.

And it happened a lot, actually. Whether you teased him physically or verbally, whether he was trying to be romantic, playful or vengeful, or whenever you were too tired in the morning or too energetic, Diluc would find a reason to tickle you.

It became clear to you that he just enjoyed this way of showing affection, and you might like it even more. Despite the somewhat uncharming noises you made every now and then...

"Heehehehee NAhh! Not thehehere!" you howled when his wiggling fingers reached under your shirt. You weakly grabbed his hands but were unable to stop them from making you laugh. Diluc smirked at your attempts.

"You'd say that no matter where," was his soft answer, and with one hand he swiftly took the hair tie out of his mouth and put it around his wrist. He then pulled you tightly against him into a warm and comfortable hug, but, not without the tickles.

"Eyaaahaha! Okahahay I'm sohohorry! Yehehes?!" you laughed, kicking your legs in hysteria. Diluc merely scratched your tummy and sides and was able to turn you into such an embarrassing orchestra of sounds and noises with only little effort.

"Hmm," Diluc hummed, staring absent-mindedly in the distance while his fingers continued to scribble all over your ticklish areas.

"One more time," he suggested.

"I'm sohohorry for tihihickling you!" you howled, trying the more specific way. And it worked! Diluc only tickled you a little more after that, then he finally stopped.

"Whew. This time, I kinda deserved it," you agreed breathlessly, and you pulled your shirt back down to cover up your tummy which still felt ticklish even when Diluc's attack had stopped seconds ago.

"Hmm," Diluc responded quietly, and he nodded. You smirked, thinking it was so funny that for such a quiet guy, he sure was very tickly.

"So, what will be your next excuse to tickle me?” you asked, and you noticed from the way Diluc blushed that he wasn't ready to suddenly be confronted with his repetitive ways of punishing you, teasing you, and so on.

"Well... I-if you keep giving me reasons to..." Diluc looked you in the eye and paused mid-sentence, changing his mind. He then gave you a tender kiss on your lips and smiled.

"I mean... why would I need an excuse to tickle my boyfriend?" Diluc asked, no longer looking flustered. The one who was blushing like crazy: it was you again. Eep. 2-0 for Diluc! You collapsed against him and couldn't stop smiling, covering your face with your hands while you gathered your breath.

In the meantime, Diluc finally successfully finished tying his hair, looking even more beautiful. You were truly so lucky to have him!

[xenyasplacex]

Hibiscus

Chris Sturniolo x Fem!reader (Blurb)

Summary: Chris has a little present for his grilfriend

Warnings: Cursing, Spiders, screaming???? (That’s it i think, Lmk if i messed anything)

A/N: i literally never write fluffy stuff like this but here you go 🙃

Also it’s only small bc i’m about to get on my grinddddd

“Babe look at what i found” Chris yelled over the crashing of the waves as he ran over to his girlfriend who was kneeling on one of their beach towels

“I’m making a video Chris, what is it?” Y/N replied, slightly annoyed that he had interrupted her tiktok just as she had hit record.

“This is more important than your tiktok, look at this,” Chris said excitedly, shoving a huge slightly metallic looking spider in her face.

Y/n’s widened in our horror as she saw the spider in his hand. She hated spiders, not the the extent that she started to panic as soon as a spider was even mentioned but to the extent where a spider being stuck in her face freaked her out. 

“Chris, get that thing away from me. What the hell?” She screamed as she quickly stood up and backed away from him, only for chris to come closer to her.

“Oh come on babe, you don’t like my present?” He asked chasing after her as she started running away from him and towards the water.

“Chris no!” She screamed back, crashing into the water in an attempt to get away from him.

After swimming further into the ocean for a little while she turned around in an attempt to disarm Chris, but she couldn’t find him.  She turned left and right but there was no sign of her boyfriend at all, until and she felt a tickle on her shoulder coming from behind her. She quickly turned around seeing Chris right in-front of her with three hibiscus flowers in his hand. All the fear she had in her before suddenly disappeared and he heart swelled, butterflies starting to flutter at the bottom of her stomach.

“You didn’t like my gift?” He asked again, this time causing his girlfriend to laugh a little before wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing a warm, loving kiss to his lips.

The two seemingly got lost in each other, they didn’t know how long they had been kissing before The two got splashed with see water.

“You guys are gross.” Matt Yelled over the crashing of the waves followed by Nick yelling “Yeah, get a room, we’re in fucking public!”

yninstagram: He’s such a Cutie Patootie 🎀🎀

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christophersturniolo: FLOWERS ARE FROM MEEEEE

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↳ yninstagram: Mad bc the toothfairy only left you $5

matthew.Sturniolo: Ewww yall are so cute it’s disgusting

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Luvvv

Xenya 🖤

[kusuguricafe]

Too Ticklish

A/N: thank you so much @otomiyaa for allowing me to write a little continuation of Lyney's Trick!!

Summary: Lyney's trick having piqued Aether's curiosity, he decides to test Gaming's ticklishness out for himself

Characters: lee!Gaming, ler!Aether

After the small crowd around Gaming had dispersed, Aether tried to get his attention. “Hey!” Aether shouted, waving.

Gaming looked up and met Aether’s gaze. “Oh, hey!” Gaming waved back. He swiftly made his way towards Aether.

Aether led Gaming to somewhere more private. He said, “You looked like you were having fun up there.”

“Aha, yeah.” Gaming admitted, scratching his head.

“I appreciated the birthday wishes, even if they were made against your will.”

“I really did mean it, though!”

“I’m sure you did,” Aether smiled genuinely. “I had no idea you were so ticklish!”

“Uhm, y-yeah, I guess so.”

Aether had noticed Gaming giggle when Man Chai had playfully nuzzled him before, but he had never seen anyone actually tickle him until today.

“Say…” Aether started, “Would you be willing to grant me a birthday wish?”

“Oh yes, of course! Anything at all.” Gaming beamed.

“Perfect, because I really, really want to tickle you right now.” Aether raised his hands and wiggled his fingers.

“W-wait, what!? Really? That’s what you want? I’d be willing to do pretty much anything for you right now, and you want to… tickle me?”

“I do.”

“Was seeing me tickled on stage not enough for you?”

“Nope, I want to experience it myself.”

“Why!?”

“Your laugh is just too adorable to resist! Now c’mere!”

“WAH!” Gaming yelped as Aether pounced on top of him. He tried to wiggle away, but it was hard to move with Aether straddling his hips.

Much to Gaming’s surprise, two glowing green vines spontaneously grew up out of the ground and wrapped themselves around his wrists, pulling them above his head. Aether smirked.

“Wha-? When did you learn to do that?”

“Oh, I dunno,” Aether shrugged.

A few leaves sprouted from the vines and brushed against Gaming’s ears and neck.

“Eek!! Ehehe! Ahahahahahaha!”

“There’s that adorable little laugh of yours~”

“Ahahahahahahahaether!”

“What?”

“Stahahahap ihihihit!”

“Stop what? I’m not even doing anything, I’m literally just sitting here. Ohh, you must mean stop stalling and tickle you for real!”

“No! Nononono! Aether, please, I—”

“You’re what? Too ticklish?”

“I-aaaiiiEEEHEHE!”

Gaming’s pleas fell on deaf ears as Aether began vigorously rubbing his fingers in between Gaming’s ribs.

“Oh, wow! You’re really ticklish here! Too bad those three didn’t think to try this spot out.”

“AHAhahahAHAAAA! NAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Gaming blushed a deep shade of pink as he laid there, squirming around, realizing that all he could really do was take it. It was Aether’s birthday after all, and if this was making him happy, then it was absolutely worth it.

“Is this your worst spot?”

“SohohOHOhorta!”

“Sorta? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re c-clohohohOSE! AH!” Gaming jolted as one of Aether’s thumbs grazed just below one of his bottom ribs.

Both the vines and Aether’s hands paused. “Ha, gotcha.”

“No! P-p-plehease, I-I’m way too ticklish there!”

“Hm, alright. I’ll warm you up to it first.”

A few of the leaves moved down and slipped underneath his shirt, settling under his arms. They began to swipe up and down his armpits and over his chest

“EHEhehehEHEHE! Thahat feels weheheheird!”

Meanwhile, Aether scooched back onto Gaming’s thighs so that he had access to Gaming’s hips.

“Coochie coo~ Aww, look at you! You can barely take this, huh?”

“AHAAHAHA nohOHOAAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The way Aether was squeezing Gaming’s hips and the tops of his thighs was driving him crazy, and the gentle fluttering of soft leaves against his sensitive underarms, chest, neck, and ears wasn’t helping.

“AHAHAHAHAHAETHERHERHER!! NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHORE!”

“Alright, alright. I’ll give you a break.”

Gaming laid there and panted, flinching every time one of the leaves quivered against his skin. Despite this, he recuperated rather quickly.

“You ready for more? This’ll be the last time for today, I promise.”

“For today??”

Aether giggled.

“Fiiine. What’re you gonna-eEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEK!! AHAHAHAHA NOHOHOAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Okay, yeah, this is definitely your worst spot. Kitchy kitchy coo~!”

Aether dug his thumbs right under both of Gaming’s bottom ribs with precision, and he was right—he had found his death spot. Gaming shook his head and trashed as much as he could, kicking his legs, bucking his hips, and pulling at his restraints. Tears of mirth pricked the corners of his eyes, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying it.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! AHAHAHAHAI’M GONNA DAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIEEEEE!!”

“Who’s the most ticklish boy ever? You are! Yes you are!”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA—AHAHAHAHA—HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAHAHA!!”

Gaming flushed. His laughter went silent, came back, went silent, and came back again.

“Aw, I don’t wanna actually kill you!” Aether slowed down his torment.

“AhahahahAHAhahahahaiieeeeheheheee!” Gaming felt like his brain was full of static.

When Aether finally stopped, he retracted the dendro vines holding Gaming’s wrists and got off of him. He stood up and offered a hand to Gaming, but it took a minute for Gaming to come back to Teyvat. When he could think again, Gaming was able to grab Aether’s hand.

After Gaming managed to stand back up, Aether patted his head, giving him a half commiserating, half apologetic look.

“I feel like I just went to Celestia and back.”

“That good?”

“Wha- No, that’s not what I- Hey! Aether, come back here!!”

“Catch me if you caaan!”

“Oho, you’re gonna regret that!”

[writingawaymylife]

A/N: I can't. I just love soft Simon and silly comfy moments. I don't even like matching costumes. But I just saw a tiktok of a couple dressed as Buttercup and Westley and. Hear me out. Convincing Simon to dress up as Wesley and you Buttercup for a Halloween party.

GN!reader

WC: 2091

Warnings: swears, emotional vulnerability from the reader, Simon gives the reader on very gentle and playful tickling poke/taser in the side, please tell me if there are any more.

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Simon’s never been immensely keen on Halloween. He's not really a big holiday person in general. But you are insane about Halloween. Horror movies every night, classic music for the time on during the leading week, always getting the best candy for the kids. Usually, you stay at home with him and just hand out the goodies for the kiddos, but you got invited to a party you're really looking forward to, and when you invite him to go, all big hopeful eyes and a beaming smile- how the hell can he say no to that?

It's harder to say yes to the costumes, however. The moment you bring up the idea, he’s letting out a breath of a laugh, shoulders lifting in a lazy shrug as he shakes his head, smiling warmly down at you. "I'll just wear my mask, sweet'eart. Should work well enough, yeah?” 

Then one night you're both watching The Princess Bride, taking a brief reprieve from all the horror flics you’ve been loading up on the past couple of weeks. Simon can’t remember ever watching it before he met you. Now its characters light up the TV screen at least a few times a year, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the film every time. It’s quiet between you two for most of it. Comfortable silence and companionship adding another layer to the embrace you both find yourselves in. Then he sees your eyes light up from where you're curled beside him. Looking back between Buttercup and Westley as they navigate the Fire Swamp, and he can see the moment something clicks in your eyes and you're turning your head to him.

"Babe." You say, an excited smile on your lips as you look up at him with eyes bordering on imploring. He's confused at first, brows pinching together for a moment as his brain works to connect vague dots. Then the conversation you'd had just an hour prior fills in the context, and he's letting out a low chuckle and shaking his head.

"No." He says, soft and light. You respected his wishes when he had said no the first time. Had only given him a shake of your own head in response and a little roll of your eyes. He has no reason nor inclination to be annoyed at this little moment. Not when you look this adorable. It’s not hard for him to lean into the moment, entertain what he knows will be an attempt to convince him into giving in. Especially when you're literally vibrating with joy. Like the mere idea of this is just too much for you to handle. Maybe that's why, when he disagrees, it doesn't come out with much finality. Just a half-hearted attempt to be stubborn and in character. Though you have shown him so much of who he could be, what he is capable of, that, fleetingly, he thinks maybe wearing some silly matching costume just to make you happy isn't so far fetched for him anymore.

Still. He has to try a little, just because he loves the little dramatics that you jokingly play out in moments like these. Treasures how, even when you’re trying to coerce him into something, you always keep yourself aware of his boundaries, his limits. Staying attuned to his needs and person like it’s as easy as breathing. Ready to instantly stop should he genuinely, seriously, tell you no. 

"Not gonna happen, love."

You do exactly what he thought, letting out a playfully dejected groan as your head falls back a little. Grin still flashing him your teeth and a little poke of tongue. "I know,e I know. Matching costumes? Disgusting. But this one,” you gesture to the two characters on the screen. Pausing for a split second getting momentarily caught up in Westley's monologue before continuing. “Would be so cute." You're looking back at him again, light and happy and comfortable. His arm subconsciously twitches a little tighter where it's wrapped around you.

"I don't do cute." He objects, eyes narrowing while his lips betray his pathetic attempt at being a tough guy. Fuck, when did he become so soft?

"It's so fitting, though!" You exclaim, hand gesturing out before falling back to where it rests on his stomach.

That makes him pause, tilting his head at you before he looks over at the TV again. Westley had just saved Buttercup from the quicksand, laying over top of her and gently brushing his thumb over her cheekbone. It's so sickly sweet. He finds himself kind of loving that now that you're in his life. A fact that doesn't stop him from letting out a soft scoff as he pulls you more firmly into his side.

"Oh yeah?" He says. "How's that?"

A little hum leaves you, and he peeks down from the corner of his eye to see you're watching the movie again to. A thoughtful look on your face as your fingers dance idly against his stomach, playing with the soft fabric and gentle give of flesh underneath. Westley’s fighting the giant rodent now, dramatics mixing with the aged practical effects of the rodent, leaving sparks of amusement to twitch at the corner of your now relaxed lips. 

"You're brave and kind. Even when you're at your angriest with me, I've never heard you raise your voice to a yell. Always, always, trying your damn hardest to make me feel safe. You're passionate and loyal. I don't think any stretch of time would keep us permanently separated. We would always find our way back to each other." You pause for a moment, and he wonders if it's because you can hear how hard his heart is pounding from where your head rests. A moment ticks before you are smiling fully now. Loving and, almost, challenging as you take in another slow breath and speak. "And may the gods have pity on those who try to get between us, because there's no way they'll get any from you and I. Sometimes don't think I'm as brave as you say I am, but when you're beside me, I feel like I can make it through anything. Everything. I know I could because I'll always have you. And even if I don’t, you fed a part of me I didn’t know was starving." By the time you finish, there's something wistful in your eyes. The movie fills up a continued stretch of silence, and you finally look up at him with a slight furrow at his lack of reply only to see he's already looking at you.

Simon doesn't entirely know what to say. Words are hard. Emotions are worse. Navigating the both of them at the same time is hell. Even though he has worked through that with you, fought to get to the point where vulnerability and communication wasn't like trying to light a damp smoke with a cold lighter, moments like these still get to him. So, he gives himself a slight reprieve when the words fail to organize themselves into something worthy of what you had just shared. Going for the ones he knows you understand and relate to when feelings get hard.

"All this just to get me into tight pants and a low-cut shirt?" He grunts out after a quick dash of his tongue between his dried lips. The joke has a near bark of a laugh coming out of you, rolling you eyes with a light slap to his chest and shaking your head.

"If I was going to butter you up just to get you into a costume, it would be something else." You say, little giggles mingling with your words.

"Oh?" His brow quirks, emotions still flowing freely through his veins and mixing with the domesticity of the moment. "Which one would that be?"

You don't even miss a beat. Eyes mischievous and teasing. "Jareth."

The guffaw he lets out surprises him more than anything, the repeated healed breaks in his nose causing a slight snort at the suddenness. Simon's shaking his head, eyes opening to see you grinning up at him, challenging and almost expecting.

"Absolutely not," he says.

"Yeah, thought that would be too much of a stretch." Your head is lifting up to press your forehead against his, almost nuzzling him as you move to sit on his lap. "Worth a shot though, right?" You ask, arms lazily draping on his shoulders as you look into his eyes with adoration.

"Can't score if you don't take the shot, sweet'eart."

You breathe out a short little laugh. "Don't think that's the saying, baby."

Simons hands lightly squeeze your waist, chuckling softly. "Close enough."

His lips are pressing into yours just as you're about to speak, gentle but with every ounce of emotion he can feed into it, all the words he was incapable of summoning up minutes before. Pride bubbles in his chest at the pleased, contented hum that leaves your lips, and even with his eyes closed, he can imagine your expression. Soft and pleased, happy lines at the corners of your eyes smoothed from relaxation, but still enough of that joyful crease he absolutely adores. It makes his heart pound in his chest. Makes him wonder if he accidently slipped into some different universe a year ago. One where he is safe and loved and welcomed. He can come home and there's something tangible and coaxing past that door. Waiting to embrace him and make him feel normal again. It's a wonder that you exist. And no matter how much you insist that he doesn't need to prove anything to you, just choosing to come home to you is enough, as if there would be anyone else, he’s still inclined to prove his devotion and admiration as often as he can. Little or great acts of service helping to fill the shrinking void that's his continuous struggle with words. Because, with your lips dancing with his, your words come back like some thundering echo, and he realized that every bit of them is so, so true. Not out of boasting pride, but because that has been his goal this entire time with you. To prove to you, and by extension himself, that he can be soft and loving. That he can be home for someone just as much as they are for him. Though, he hopes that one day you can learn that you are just as brave without him. That, just like Buttercup, you always had a strength and power that had him bowing before you, just as Westley had done for his own love.

Then your brows twitch a little. Head tilting to the side as you frown. “Jareth’s?” You’re letting out a little, indignant, squawk a second later when he gently pokes into your side. Body jolting a little as your hands tighten briefly on his shoulders. When you try to push away from the assault, he only pulls you in by the waist with his other hand, rubbing your other side soothingly.

Maybe that's why, when he finally pulls away from your lips, eyes still closed and breath mixing warm and bordering on heady, he's voicing his surrender with a combination of willing defeat and reverence. Eyes opening to catch yours already studying his face, reflecting the same love and acceptance he prays his evident in his own.

"I'll wear the bloody costume."

“Westley, you little shit.” He grunts, smiling up at you as you chuckle against him, biting your lip to try to muffle them. 

“Shame.”

“Mhm. Besides,” he says as he peaks over your shoulder and takes in Buttercups red dress. Giving an appreciative nod as his mind instantly summons up the image of you in that little number. Sure. it’s modest, but something tells him he’s going to struggle to keep it entirely innocent. Definitely an enjoyable, stunning picture. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you dressed up like that.” His eyes slowly move back to yours, clearly hot and heavy with the way you grow slightly flustered as they trace down and back up to your eyes.

“Dog.” You say, eyes narrowed but open and inviting. Simon chuckles, hand coming up to cup the back of your neck gently to bring you back to his lips. 

“Just you wait till I see you in that.”

You're laughing, shaking your head as your lips brush against his. "Shut up."

"As you wish." He replies, low and inviting, smiling as you groan exasperatedly against his lips

Simon’s never been immensely keen on Halloween. Or any holiday, to be honest. But he thinks that, with you, that might change. He hopes so.

[anotheroceanid]

I wrote this sleepy, directly on my laptop and barely revised it, please have it in mind!!!

Your treat. @perseabeth @orchardsong

For context to everyone else, this is a unfinished one shot I was writing for the WTHB series, but I literally just made two scenes and called it a day and went back to the main story lol

Her eyes are only slightly closed as she enjoys the sun kisses on her skin. Percy tries not too look flushed while she help one of the new campers on how to hold a sword properly.

‘Are you alright, Miss Jackson?’ The little girl asks. ‘You’re red.’

Percy is obviously failing.

‘It’s never this hot in Atlantis. I think I got used to weather there.’

‘Oh, there must be nice. I don’t like when it’s hot.’

      It would be a surprise if she did. The was Boreas’ daughter. And Canadian.

‘It is. But I like warmth, too.’

For a second, Percy was silently judged by a seven-year-old girl, ‘Well, guess even the Hero of Olympus can have poor taste. If the barrier controls the weather, couldn’t someone turn on it’s AC?’

Percy wheezed as she heard an indignant "Hum!" near her ear. The sun tickled her cheeks, and Percy smiled softly.

‘Hey, do not wave the sword so… fast…’ She mumbled as one of Hermes’ boy threw his weapon a few metres away. Thank gods it was a wooden sword, because it hit right in the head of one of Demeter’s children, who immediately started screaming.

‘Keep going, Anne, you’re doing fine.’ Percy praised the daughter of Boreas as she ran the other way, where the six-year-old boy cried. ‘Chill, chill. It’s alright!’ She bent down to be at the child's height, so she could verify it’s head. ‘It’s alright, right?’ She whispered as low as possible, so the young campers that reunited around her wouldn’t listen.

‘Yup. Just good old drama.’ Apollo answered. Only her could hear him.

‘Great! I mean, hey it’s not bad, you know? You’re tough!’ Percy cheered, and the six-year-old seemed sceptical. ‘It’s just a little ouchie, isn’t it?’

‘No!’ He claimed loudly, hand dramatically placed on his head. ‘It’s a big ouchie! Kiss it!’

Percy blinked for a moment. Oh, this is cute. ‘Of course, of course.’ She said, as she kissed his forehead. ‘Is it better now or do you think you need to go to the infirmary get some syrup!’

‘I’m fine!’ He cheered. ‘No syrup, it’s disgusting.’

‘Okay, no syrup then.’ Percy laughed, and she heard Apollo giggling too. ‘Now get your sword and go back to practice, okay? Nico, would you assist me, please?’

On a distant corner, wearing a black hiking jacket that would make Percy melt in that heat, Nico Di Angelo frowned. ‘Am I not, already?’

‘The idea is to, for example, not let people accidentally throw swords on each other.’ Percy mouthed.

‘I don’t like kids.’

‘Then why did you offer help, Mr Retiree?’

‘Technically, I could be.’ Nico said.

‘Technically, he could be.’ Apollo muttered, at the exact same moment.

‘… and it was either that or helping with the strawberries. The dryads say I’m terrible with plants.’ The dryads are correct, Percy silently agreed, but said nothing. ‘But I’m terrible with kids too, so…’

‘You’re not terrible with kids. They are very welcoming if you try.’ Percy encouraged, though Nico didn’t seem convinced. ‘For cookies, then?’

Nico seemed to ponder for a moment. ‘Don’t draw skulls on them this time.’ He turned, moving toward the same son of Hermes, who looked at Nico like he was the coolest guy alive.

‘That’s a low blow, love.’ Apollo whispered, and she felt his fingertips stroking her neck. She felt a shiver down her spine. ‘Can I get cookies too?’

‘Stop that!’ She mumbled, trying to move her lips as little as possible. She had gotten pretty good at it recently; though it was particularly easier when she was surrounded by little kids she towered over. But poor Nico… Well, he was too overwhelmed by the speed the son of Hermes talked to pay attention to her. If his eyes grow any bigger, they’d fall out of his face.

Apollo chuckled. ‘Took me a lot of effort to get here. If anything, it’s your fault I turned touchy.’

Percy knew she was red like a tomato. ‘You’ve always been touchy.’

‘Unfortunately, I tend to get worse with time.’ He kissed one of Percy’s shoulders. ‘Will you come to Delos with me for the weekend?’

She bit her lip, knowing she should say no. However, it was not like Percy had anything to do at camp in the weekend. The friends that’d be at camp would be engaging in activities Percy had been avoiding and the other friends… Well, not her age. Percy didn’t see herself spending the entire weekend playing UNO with Cabin 7 and Nico, either.

Technically, she could go to Atlantis. There was no downside to that, even if sometimes Triton could be a bit overwhelming as an older brother. Then, father allowed Triton to be overwhelming, so she blamed it on him. Besides that, it was always fun in Atlantis…

‘Or…’ Percy started, ignoring completely her previous line of thoughts. ‘You could come to my mother’s apartment.’ Apollo got silent. Percy blushed. ‘Unless it’s something terribly offensive to invite a god to your mother’s apartment for a weekend. In this case, ignore what I just said.’

‘Do you want me to meet your mom?’ He whispered softly, and Percy felt his breath near her neck.

‘You know my mom.’ She answered, exasperated at the closeness. ‘Dude, I really need to focus on not letting a kid not pluck an eye from another.’

He ignored what she just said and kept going. ‘I saw your mom. Once. That didn’t count.’

‘You talked to her.’

‘Artemis talked to her. I just stood there and nodded trying to not look stupid.’

This was Percy’s time to chuckle. ‘Artemis would argue you failed.’

‘I would argue I failed that day! I’m pretty sure I was smiling a little too much. Didn’t she spoke to you about me?’

‘Nope. Not a word.’ Mostly because Percy blackout-ed a few hours after the Laurel Wreath Ceremony and didn’t remember most of it, because no one thought about telling her the free drinks weren’t alcohol free. Bless Rhode for helping her and keeping it a secret.

‘See? I caused a bad impression.’ He professed dramatically. ‘You cannot ask me to just show up in your door one random weekend and then meet your mom, I need planning time. I need to gather gifts, and maybe write a poem or a music to her.’

Percy pictured Apollo showing up at their door with a millionaire collection of jewellery and the next Billboard Hot 100 number one hit. That wasn’t the way Percy wanted her mom and Paul to meet her boyfriend. Boyfriend? Can she call him that? Secret boyfriend? Friend-with-Benefits who walk holding hands in Paris? Friends’ brother who she kissed indiscriminately when they were left alone? Friends’ dad she got cosy with? Percy never brought up the topic, and sincerely she was a bit nervous to do so, but she wondered what she should call it.

Not that she would be announcing it to anyone any time soon. Or ever. Well, ever was a long time to count with, but she’s not spilling the tea the next girls’ night.

‘My mom won’t be there.’ Percy revealed, licking her lips timidly. ‘She and Paul are visiting his family, so… We would be alone.’

Which wasn’t the case in Delos.

His mom was there. Leto was amazing, but that all knowing grin she would give them made her feel scandalous. Additionally, Percy would like to have a moment with her Call-It-What-You-Want without Thalia, Artemis and Hermes playing UNO on the living room. It was not as if she intended doing anything, Percy simply didn’t want that feeling of being watched.

‘Oh…’ Apollo sang devilishly. ‘This won’t help me cause a good first impression.’ He laughed, obviously finding fun in it all. ‘Which isn’t fair, considering my whole family adores you. And don’t dare arguing with me, you know it’s true. I’m talking about the side of the family that matters, by the way.’

They remained quiet for a second, then Percy spoke. ‘So, is it no?’

‘It’s an absolute "I’ll be there!", I’m just thinking how I’ll make it up for your mom… Any idea?’

‘My mom is chill; she won’t hate you for coming over when she’s out. Mom always says I can bring in, hm… ‘Boys, but he didn’t need to know that. ‘…friends.’

Silence, again. ‘Her favourite singer is definitely getting a Grammy next year.’

‘Her favourite singer is Freddie Mercury.’

‘Your family definitely hates me, my love…’

Mr D almost cries when she tells him and Chiron that she is leaving to spend the weekend "with her mom". Well, he didn’t cry. But he cried out a ‘You’re leaving me alone with them?!’ As he pointed his finger to a group of toddler demigods who played in the carpet. Apparently, they invaded Big House and refused to get out without a fight.

Chiron also gave her a pleading look as one of the toddlers pulled his tail. ‘Is it urgent?’ He asks, silently agreeing with Mr D.

‘I mean, she’s happy that I improved with the whole thing with the war, so we wanted to spend some time together, you know? Like the old times. Words like "gatekeeper" and "fight" were used against my father.’ Being around Hermes made lie much easier for her. Percy wondered it was some sort of blessing or if she was just learning it by familiarity.

‘Can’t you go next week?’ Mr D asked, as he moved his hands to flout a pointy pen out of one of the toddlers’ hands. The poor kid started to cry. ‘Or next month? Your mom won’t run away, Penny Johnson!’

She held a laughter as she watched Mr D pick up the child and try desperately to stop the monstrous tantrum over a pen. ‘They won’t grow in a week.’ She retorted, smiling devilishly.

‘Maybe we should get a permission on Olympus to age every kid to twelve as soon as they cross the barrier for the first time.’ Mr D suggested, looking rather serious.

‘You’re not doing that!’ She and Chiron rushed to suppress that absurd idea before the other gods heard it.

‘Oh, as if I didn’t suffer enough…’ Dionysus sighed. ‘How people do it without drinking?’

‘Preferably, everyone should do it without drinking.’ Percy frowned. ‘Give me the child, would you?’ She stepped in and stole away the toddler from his arms. He didn’t even fret from releasing them.

Percy rocked the toddler cheerfully, and they quickly forget why they were crying.

‘Just take them with you! Actually, why don’t you keep them?’ He suggested, as if it was the most brilliant thought someone could ever come out with.

‘I’m seventeen!’ She remembered to him.

‘Back on my days, you’d have a litter of your own already… Your mother will be there, won’t she?’ Oh, yeah, that… ‘A souvenir from Camp Half-Blood, isn’t it nice?’

Without even thinking twice, Percy come up with an answer. ‘It’s not her job to take care of other people’s kids.’

‘And is it mine?’ Dionysus pointed out to himself, and as Chiron and Percy opened their mouths to answer, with a finger raised, he added, ‘It’s a rhetoric question.’

‘So, here’s my rhetoric answer: tire them until they sleep and pray it last for a few hours. That was what mom did to me when I was this age.’

She put the toddler on the ground, and it ran to hug Mr D legs, who shrieked like he had just been electrocuted.

Percy grinned and left the Big House.

It’s almost night. She needs a bath. Camp got so crowded ever since the end of the war that the days felt longer with all the additional classes, they needed to encompass all different age ranges; not that the veterans would use it as an excuse to skip the underground parties. They were more frequent when Pollux was around. However, he had been pre-emptively sent to a spiritual retreat with the Maenads. A fancy way to say he’s temporary exiled from Camp, because apparently some gods (Athena) didn’t like the "bad influence" he had on their children (Annabeth). The Gods weren’t thinking straight if they thought teenagers would let his legacy go to waste.

The Stolls were getting a lot of money with the parties. With the brilliant mind of Leo Valdez, one of the campers that arrived last winter, they were literally keep the Underground alive. Percy suspected that Mr D knew but kept quiet about it because he didn’t want to spoil everyone’s fun—especially when this fun kept his domain so close to him.

Percy watched as some nymphs giggled as they whispered to each other. The nature spirits were having the time of their lives. Good for them. Still, she had other plans.

From the Aphrodite Cabin, Drew waved to her, moving her lips asking if she was coming. Percy mouthed a "No, visiting mom", to what the daughter of Aphrodite made a pout. "Next one, then?" Percy read on her lips, to what Percy laughed and shrugged.

[idkmanwtfishumanityanymore]

FNAF/SAMS TICKLE COMMUNITY LISTEN THE FUCK UP

BLOODY’S NEW BODY HAS A CANON WEAK POINT, AND IT’S LITERALLY ONE OF THEIR UNDERARMS. CANON, WEAK POINT, IN A COMMON PLACE TO BE TICKLISH. I GET THAT ITS BEING PORTRAYED AS JUST A SPOT TO ATTACK TO FUCKING KILL THEM BUT THIS IS LITERALLY A GODDAMN TICKLE-SPOT. I AM FREAKING THE EVER LOVING FUCK OUT AAAAA

[clowndensation]

sorry nacho and lalo's relationship is the funniest thing in the entire world. to me. they really just exist in the same space together for months, and then lalo gets humbled by kim in Thee takedown speech of the century where she points out how embarrassing it is that he apparently can't trust anyone who works for him to do their job, and he's like. you know what. you're right. so he grabs the closest work associate at hand and decides to put all his trust into him, and it's the one guy who's actively trying to undermine him.

looney toons ass scenario. lalo played blindfolded trust roulette and immediately lost.

[earthtooz]

x : TO LOVE, TO CHANGE: *+ﾟ

in which: you tell veritas you love him. he gets upset with you.

warnings: contrary to what the synopsis implies, it's fluff, i promise. 1k words, first time saying ily, slightly cranky reader, no mentions of reader's gender, dr. ratio being so in love he becomes so soppy and lovestruck. confessions.

a/n: there's a phenomenon that happens whenever i write for dr. ratio, and it's that my heart literally lunges out of my chest and begins typing at the keyboard for me. i should get it checked out. anyways, this is to preemptively celebrate his release!!

“Why- why are you mad?” You exclaim, watching the way Veritas crosses his arms and pouts with the petulance of a child. His gaze has strayed away from your eyes, and all you can do is sit in his lap with your arms hanging at your sides, brain tirelessly racking for all the reasons that you could have angered him.

He doesn’t give you any clues, displeasure brewing in his eyes instead.

“Is it because I said ‘I love you’?”

The purple haired scoffs and sticks up his nose, hair bouncing with his actions whilst you jostle slightly on his legs from the quick action. As much as you love his side profile, you’d love it even more if he spoke to you about what is bothering him.

During this moment, the world stills. You think he’s genuinely mad, and Dr. Ratio’s fury-driven state is not something you should take lightly. Really, you’ve seen it multiple times, and though it has never been directed at you, you hope it never will be. Which is why you sit on his lap now, tensely anticipating his response, and for the answer as to what you did wrong. 

“I was meant to say it first,” he grumbles, losing the arrogance that fills his tone whenever he speaks, air filling with sincerity. 

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I was meant to be the one to say ‘I love you’ first.”

Your confusion is tangible at this point. Audible, if you will, because it rings like cicada sing. “Are you being serious?”

“Deadly.”

“You- why, then couldn’t you just have said it?” You sputter, slapping his defined deltoid, concern slowly melting into frustration. “Need I remind you that it was me who confessed to you first as well?”

“Yes, and it was positively the best day of my life.” He says that like it’s a simple fact. No sentiment, no heartfelt declaration, just another logical statement straight from a textbook of his life.

They say to be loved is to be changed, but no matter how much you love Veritas, all he knows is how to be an astronomical pain in your ass. Does he know how scared you were for his answer? You thought you did something unforgivable, or that he didn’t love you enough to respond in kind, or worst of all, that he wanted nothing to do with you anymore?

However, he's acting petty because he was not the first one to say those three words? You frankly don’t know why your heart beats for him as strongly as it does. In fact, you want to whack him over the head with his own codex.  

Placing your hands firmly on his shoulders, you shuffle out of your position from his lap, planting your feet onto the ground. “Oh, you are so infuriating! Pretend I never said anything, I’m going back to my office until you-”

Not even two steps away from him and a hand clasps around your wrist to drag you back to where you started: on Dr. Ratio’s lap. His arms come to wrap around you like chains, leaving no room to wrestle him out.

“I never said you could leave. Especially not after telling me you love me,” he grumbles lowly into your collarbone, breath tickling your skin.

“I’m starting to regret it.” 

“Can’t you at least say it again?”

“I don’t want to,” you grumble, arms snaking up to rest around his shoulders. “You don’t deserve it.” 

“Well, that’s a little harsh. Is this how you treat the ones you love?”

“You haven’t even said anything back,” you pinch his skin. “Talk about harsh.”

“Do you remember the first time we met?” he asks with a fond chuckle, not missing the opportunity to leave kisses in a trail along your skin, making his way up your neck. Then, when his eyes meet yours, you almost crumble in embarrassment at the memory he’s injected into your mind. 

You push him away and raise a hand to shield your eyes from him, clearly reliving a haunting memory. “Please don’t remind me.” 

“Y’know, it’s not everyday someone gets to scold me and be right. If you weren’t so beautiful, I wouldn’t have let it slide, but it’s not everyday a gorgeous genius falls into my lap with guts to challenge me.”

“I was… agitated that day, so stop talking about it, please. In fact, for my sake, please just forget that moment. Completely.”

“Forget about it? Completely?” The scholar asks with genuine shock lacing his tone. “I fell in love with you in that very moment, how can you expect me to stop talking about it? You rendered me a fool in love and expect me to not think about the very moment it happened? Sweetheart, it was a pivotal moment of my life!” 

“Not pivotal enough if you can’t even say ‘I love you, too’.”

“On the contrary, I have loved you longer. I yearned for you in wakefulness and in my dreams. I wished for you to look my way, and when you did, I never wanted your eyes to stray from me. How heartbreaking it was when they did.” His hand has snuck under your shirt now to rub circles on your skin. If he detached from you, he fears you’d slip away from him, and the worst thing you can give him is space. “Do you know how it felt chasing after you because you were the only one out of my reach? For three years, the only thing I wanted was to be yours. You made me an idiot.”

Stunned by his confession and the weight of it, you let him continue, sharp tongue softening. The only motivation you offer is a hand coming to cup his cheek, tucking aside his bangs so you can see his expression in its entirety. 

His gold eyes shine when they look back up at you. For the first time, you feel like you’re seeing the parts of him that Veritas hides from everyone else. 

“I love you.” He continues with heart wrenching devotion. “I’ll continue loving you until the streams stop, the rivers freeze, and the oceans dry. With three hundred thousand, eighty-three thousand, five hundred and seventy-one discovered planets in the cosmos, that phenomenon will approximately take-”

You seal his lips with yours in a gentle kiss, cradling his jaw and swallowing his words. Like wax to fire, Veritas sinks into you, completely helpless against your affections. 

But, oh, you love him, and nothing else in the entire universe matters.

© EARTHTOOZ 2024, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[emmyrosee]

Sukuna hates how petty you can get when you’re fighting.

There is a part of him that loves your stubbornness, sure, like when you huff at him and make him work for your affection, but right now, you’re on day three of the silent treatment, and he’s losing it.

You enter a room and he’s already in it, you leave. You’re talking to yuuji and he comes in, you stop talking immediately. You haven’t been staying the night anymore, and you haven’t given him a kiss goodbye any time you’ve left. Even his ma is questioning what he did wrong, and he can’t give her a concrete answer.

He’s losing it.

Hes spammed texted you, he’s been trapping you in rooms by leaning in the doorframe, he’s been trying to get yuuji to be his messenger, but nothings working. You’re not biting.

“You’re over complicating this,” yuuji shakes his head and thumbing through channels. “Literally just apologize.”

“At this point I don’t even know what I’m apologizing for!”

“Well they’re on their way over, thinking you’re going to apologize, so you’d better figure it out.”

“You’ve been an immense help, thank you, asshole.”

As if on cue, there’s a knock at the door, and when Sukuna takes a deep breath and answers it, you nearly spin on your heel to leave.

“Oh I don’t think so,” he snips, grabbing your hand and pulling you in the house and trying not to focus on how you’re not even fighting against him, and that’s how indifferent you are to him. “We’re talking. Like it.”

“Hey dawg!” Yuuji cheers, clicking off the tv and waving. You wave back, your streak of not talking in front of Sukuna continuing. The younger chuckles, “I’ll let the adults duke it out. See ya!”

The room fills with silence as yuuji leaves, making Sukuna immensely uncomfortable. The way you’re looking at him has him uncomfortable, you’re making him so uncomfortable, and he just wishes you’d toss your pride to the side and talk to him and cuss him out or something.

“You look… good.”

Nothing.

“I’ve missed you.”

Nada.

“I made out with someone else because I got sick of you ignoring me.”

You scowl at him.

“Okay, I was lying. I was hoping you’d cuss me out.���

No dice.

“You’re acting like a fucking child!” He takes a deep breath in to try and ground himself, and you merely watch him with a hurt expression.

Okay. That didn’t help his situation.

“Fucks sake,” he grumbles, making a move to guide you backwards. He’s got you backed into a wall, hands on your shoulders while your arms stay nonchalantly crossed.

“I don’t get why you’re so mad at me; what did I even do?” He snaps, leaning close to your face threateningly.

You blink unamused.

Oh.

You’re gonna speak alright. He’s gonna make sure of it.

“Speak.”

You merely look him up and down and turn your head.

“Talk! Now!”

You let a tired exhale through your nose pass.

“I said i was sorry, and i know you know that was hard for me, why am i still being punished by you?” It’s bait to make you mad and talk, he knows he hasn’t apologized to the most sincere of his ability, but he hasn’t done anything wrong.

“Maybe I’ll tickle ya, how about that?”

That, does, have your eyes widening but you still don’t spare him a breath. He smirks, “I’d bet you’d hate that, huh? Holding in all that laughter and begs for me to stop, knowing I’m not going to until you talk to me… and I’ll do it too. You know that.”

You merely cross your arms over your chest tighter.

He shrugs, “you asked for it.”

And he’s gotta say, he’s impressed with how little you’re fighting back from him scooping you in his arms and tossing you on the couch, straddling you, even taking your two wrists in his massive paw and holding them above your head. Your lips wobble in anticipation, and he’s got you booked now. “Any last words? A quick ‘I hate you,’ maybe?”

You blink, bored, almost calling his bluff, and he comes up to smack his face in frustration. He wasn’t actually bluffing, he did have full intentions of making you scream, but he was so sure you’d crack under his gaze, even a quick kick to him as he was adjusting your body.

No dice.

With a shrug, hands come down quickly to tickle the meat of your ribs, settling in the dips and scratching at the bones maddeningly. He sees your lip become wobblier, and he smirks down at you. “Nothing? Not even a giggle? You must be pissed at me.”

You screw your eyes shut to ignore him and he clicks his tongue, “now you can’t even look at me? That sucks.”

He leans down to nibble at your neck and ear, whispering little words against your skin to make you squeak. But it isn’t until he cheats and uses his mouth to blow a raspberry on your sensitive neck, an area he’s so used to pressing loving kisses to, that you finally crack.

“YOURE SO CHEAP!” You scream, followed by a flurry of laughter and struggling from his tight hold. Your laugh is whiny and desperate, feet digging into the couch while his fingers merely slither up and under your arms.

He smirks against your skin, “gotcha.”

“Fuck off!” You squeal, tugging as hard as you can in his grasp. “Stohop it!”

“Are you gonna keep ignoring me?” He asks. You shake your head back and forth, but he cocks a brow. “Is that a no? Are we going to talk about your issues with me, or am I going to have to tickle you for the next few hours?”

“HOURS?!” You howl.

He shrugs, “you ignored me for three days, least I deserve is to tickle you until you sob.”

“I wasn’t-“ you’re cut off by a flurry of your own giggles. “This isn’t-“ a few more yowls of your laughter when he digs in more. “FUCK OFF!”

“Nah,” he snickers. “This is more fun.” He does, however, stop his torment and pulls back, but he does look down at you impatiently. “Speak,” he echos from earlier.

You let out a few more titters slip past your lips, but you do sober up slightly, “you don’t even care that I was mad at you.”

“Uh, I was about to tickle you until you died, I think I cared too much-“

“No, Sukuna. You just didn’t want me to be mad. You never apologized and you never even bothered to try and make it better…”

This, oddly, has Sukuna’s heart twisting, squeezed with emotions and realization that he did mess up, pride couldn’t save him now and if he wanted to fix this, he’d have to prove it.

He sighs in truce, “I’m sorry, babe.”

“….”

“What?”

“That’s it?”

He rolls his eyes, “what else do you want me to say?”

“I want you to care that I was hurt!” You whine, raising on your elbows. “I want you to understand I was hurt, that you messed up! Not be so prideful and not admit it!”

“Alright, alright, jeez,” he groans. He locks eyes with you, and he knows you’re not going to like it, but he leans down to kiss you, using his two hands to cup your jaw, letting his thumbs stroke your bone lovingly. “I’m sorry. It must’ve sucked having to deal with my shitty ass apologies before. I never should’ve pulled that shit, and I hated not having you by my side.”

This, has you softening.

He presses another kiss to you, “I missed your laughter. I missed you scolding me. I missed you being sarcastic… don’t pull that silent treatment shit again, will ya?”

You hum happily, “don’t piss me off and I won’t have to.”

He blinks unamused, and as the thought of tickling you again crosses his mind, you lean up to kiss his lips giggling softly in the warmth. “I’m kidding. You and I both know you’re not going to stop pissing me off.”

“Love when you answer your own demands,” he chuckles.

The tightness in his soul loosens as you submit to his affections, and he does make a mental note to never piss you off so bad again where you go back to happy to never talk to him again. He hates it more than even he knows, drags him down and he feels like he’s missing a crucial part of himself.

But it is good to know he can get you back out of that funk.

[inkskinned]

so one of the things that's so horrifying about birth control is that you have to, like, navigate this incredibly personal choice about your body and yet also face the epitome of misogyny. like, someone in the comments will say it wasn't that bad for me, and you'll be utterly silenced. like, everyone treats birth control like something that's super dirty. like, you have no fucking information or control over this thing because certain powerful people find it icky.

first it was the oral contraceptives. you went on those young, mostly for reasons unrelated to birth control - even your dermatologist suggested them to control your acne. the list of side effects was longer than your arm, and you just stared at it, horrified.

it made you so mentally ill, but you just heard that this was adulthood. that, yes, there are of course side effects, what did you expect. one day you looked up yasmin makes me depressed because surely this was far too intense, and you discovered that over 12,000 lawsuits had been successfully filed against the brand. it remains commonly prescribed on the open market. you switched brands a few times before oral contraceptives stopped being in any way effective. your doctor just, like, shrugged and said you could try a different brand again.

and the thing is that you're a feminist. you know from your own experience that birth control can be lifesaving, and that even when used for birth control - it is necessary healthcare. you have seen it save so many people from such bad situations, yourself included. it is critical that any person has access to birth control, and you would never suggest that we just get rid of all of it.

you were a little skeeved out by the implant (heard too many bad stories about it) and figured - okay, iud. it was some of the worst pain you've ever fucking experienced, and you did it with a small number of tylenol in your system (3), like you were getting your bikini line waxed instead of something practically sewn into your body.

and what's wild is that because sometimes it isn't a painful insertion process, it is vanishingly rare to find a doctor that will actually numb the area. while your doctor was talking to you about which brand to choose, you were thinking about the other ways you've been injured in your life. you thought about how you had a suspicious mole frozen off - something so small and easy - and how they'd numbed a huge area. you thought about when you broke your wrist and didn't actually notice, because you'd thought it was a sprain.

your understanding of pain is that how the human body responds to injury doesn't always relate to the actual pain tolerance of the person - it's more about how lucky that person is physically. maybe they broke it in a perfect way. maybe they happened to get hurt in a place without a lot of nerve endings. some people can handle a broken femur but crumble under a sore tooth. there's no true way to predict how "much" something actually hurts.

in no other situation would it be appropriate for doctors to ignore pain. just because someone can break their wrist and not feel it doesn't mean no one should receive pain meds for a broken wrist. it just means that particular person was lucky about it. it should not define treatment.

in the comments of videos about IUDs, literally thousands of people report agony. blinding, nauseating, soul-crushing agony. they say things like i had 2 kids and this was the worst thing i ever experienced or i literally have a tattoo on my ribs and it felt like a tickle. this thing almost killed me or would rather run into traffic than ever feel that again.

so it's either true that every single person who reports severe pain is exaggerating. or it's true that it's far more likely you will experience pain, rather than "just a pinch." and yet - there's nothing fucking been done about it. it kind of feels like a shrug is layered on top of everything - since technically it's elective, isn't it kind of your fault for agreeing to select it? stop being fearmongering. stop being defensive.

you fucking needed yours. you are almost weirdly protective of it. yours was so important for your physical and mental health. it helped you off hormonal birth control and even started helping some of your symptoms. it still fucking hurt for no fucking reason.

once while recovering from surgery, they offered you like 15 days of vicodin. you only took 2 of them. you've been offered oxy for tonsillitis. you turned down opioids while recovering from your wisdom tooth extraction. everything else has the option. you fucking drove yourself home after it, shocked and quietly weeping, feeling like something very bad had just happened. the nurse that held your hand during the experience looked down at you, tears in her eyes, and said - i know. this is cruelty in action.

and it's fucked up because the conversation is never just "hey, so the way we are doing this is fucking barbaric and doctors should be required to offer serious pain meds" - it's usually something around the lines of "well, it didn't kill you, did it?"

you just found out that removing that little bitch will hurt just as bad. a little pinch like how oral contraceptives have "some" serious symptoms. like your life and pain are expendable or not really important. like maybe we are all hysterical about it?

hysteria comes from the latin word for uterus, which is great!

you stand here at a crossroads. like - this thing is so important. did they really have to make it so fucking dangerous. and why is it that if you make a complaint, you're told - i didn't even want you to have this in the first place. we're told be careful what you wish for. we're told that it's our fault for wanting something so illict; we could simply choose not to need medication. that maybe if we don't like the scraps, we should get ready to starve.

we have been saying for so long - "i'm not asking you to remove the option, i'm asking you to reconsider the risk." this entire time we hear: well, this is what you wanted, isn't it?

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “not-so-random suggestive and non-suggestive” prompts 

“How was your sleep?” “Mm.. It was good. Better.” “Better how?” “Better because you’re here.” (THE WAY I GOT SO FLUSTERED WTF)

“That’s my girl/boy,” Character B murmurs in a hushed voice, stroking their fingers through Character A’s hair while Character A rests their head on their chest, trying to catch their breath. (THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT INTERNALLY, THE AUDACITY HE AUDACITIED??? WHAT THE FUCK??? EXCUSEEEE MEEEEEE??? BTW, SIR, HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS IN THE MORNING-)

“Fuck, you turn me on so much with the noises you make,” Character B groans, thrusting their hips up into Character A’s and Character A whimpering softly at that. (Okay so I added the fuck at the start because it’s hotter this way bUTTTT WKGKSKFS PLSSSSS I JUST- OH MY GOD, I think I just realised that dialogue to me is SO IMPORTANT LMFAOOO)

“There are two hot things in this room right now: you, and the temperature.” (LET ME BREATHE, DAMNNNN) 

“Mmm, I’m gonna hog the bed so you can’t get on,” Character A murmurs, laying sprawled out on the bed. “That’s fine, I can just lay on you,” Character B says, making their way to the bed. “…Are you calling me a bed?” Character A questions as Character B gets on top of them, careful not to crush them under their weight. “Yeah, you're my bed,” Character B murmurs, snuggling close to Character A. (FUCKCKKCKXKDKKSKGKAKD HE’S JUST OUT HERE FLIRTING TO THE MAX WITH ME AND LEAVING ME SPEECHLESS TF)

“I told you my bed’s cozy,” Character B says, chuckling as they make their way over to Character A, who’s snuggled up under the covers. They pull the cover back and climb into the bed next to Character A, wrapping their arms around them. “And now it’s even cozier,” Character B murmurs into Character A’s neck. “Because you’re here?” Character A questions playfully. “Yeah,” Character B answers.

A laughter filled tickling play fight session somehow turning into them making out, turning into Character A straddling Character B, head thrown back in pleasure as they grind their hips against Character B’s while Character B holds onto their hips, thrusts matching the momentum of Character A’s movements.  

Spending way too much time tickling each other, peals of laughter coming from them both as they both try to attack each other’s sensitive spots. (His laughter is so cute AND I REALLY MISS HIM PLS WJDSK)

Morning cuddles and kisses as sunlight spills into the room.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good once we get there, yeah?” (MY HONEST REACTION WAS LITERALLY “???” I JUST?? WHAT?? SINCE WHEN WAS HE- AND HIM SWEARING? HOT HOT HOT HOT WKGKAKS)

Character A taking Character B’s hand into theirs while they’re driving. “You can drive with one hand, right?” they ask with a little grin, and Character B chuckles and nods. “Of course I can.” (HIM DRIVING WITH ONE HAND IS SO HOT BYE)

Character B guiding the speed of Character A’s hips as Character A grinds against them. (can he PLEASE manhandle me-)

“Okay, I’ll let you tickle me wherever you want if you give me one kiss.” (He lied a few times AHAHA, dodged my attacks instead after I gave him his kisses bruhhh) 

Character B lending their clothes to Character A since Character A’s staying the night. (The way I smelled like him AHHHH)

The soft “yeah?” Character B would mutter in response when they’re messing around with Character A and noises would fall from Character A’s mouth, involuntarily.

Stopping their play fight every now and again to kiss each other. 

Character B flirting with Character A and Character A not knowing how to respond other than half groaning and half laughing and calling them insufferable (affectionately). (Like I said, I’m romantically constipated-) 

Character B laughing every time Character A calls them annoying and insufferable whenever they flirt with them. 

Character A leaning in to kiss Character B… And then using that opportunity to tickle them when Character B’s guards are down. 

Them just laughing with each other at the dumbest shit until they’re out of breath; finding comfort and joy in each other’s company. 

Character A teasing Character B with how ticklish they are on certain spots. 

Character B tugging at the hem of Character A’s top, wanting to take it off, but Character A shakes their head and Character B immediately respects that by backing off a bit. (I’m including this because I don’t think people understand that any signs of no means no. Some people need to take notes for real)

“So… Are you going to stay over tonight?” “…Mm, maybe next time.” “You always say next time, though.” (EWLKNFWELN He really wanted me to stay, and I clearly folded so um pwnfewklnf) 

“I’m sorry if I’m like… Slow with all of this? I’m not experienced with any of this, and I don’t know what I’m doing. And I don’t think I’m ready for… You know.” “And that’s fine. Like I said, we’ll take it slow; we’ve got all the time in the world to get comfortable with each other, hm?” (WHEN I SAY I WAS GOING WEKJFNEWJKNEWFLN WHEN HE REASSURED ME, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AHHH)

Character B climbing back into bed after taking their morning shower to get more cuddles in with Character A before they have to go to work.

“You can just change in here if you want.” (WO4HKLWFN THIS FUCKING MAN LMFAOOO, the way I didn’t listen and went to the bathroom to change because I’m still feeling too embarrassed to change in front of him even though he’s kind of seen me topless before)

Hugging each other a little tighter, and Character A mumbling, “God, I really don’t want to leave” before they part ways.

“The way you keep running around in my mind everyday… How dare you?” Character A mumbles. “Well, is there a problem with that?” Character B questions with a chuckle. (I’m bold for this one, praise me LKNEFKLNWG)

The constant check ins from Character B, to make sure Character A’s all good and well. (every prompt list has this because it’s something I’ll always fucking harp on about lmao)

Character B grasping Character A’s wrists so they’d stop attacking their ticklish spots, pulling them in for a kiss instead. (He did this SO MANY TIMES AND FAILED SO MANY TIMES AHAHA, I’m a sneaky menace) 

Character A pulling the Spiderman kiss on Character B while Character B’s lying down. (I WANNA KISS HIM MORE FUCKSLKFNES’F)

Character A waking up in Character B’s clothes and in their bed, hair all mussed up and sporting a faint mark on their neck. (I think I uh… I think I like having marks on my neck?? Made by him, specifically, IDK wpeofnew;nf)

Get home safe! Love you lots and lots, Character B texts Character A. (THE WAY I SMILED WHEN I SAW HIS TEXT WHILE HEADING TO THE STATION AHAHA, it wasn’t even ten minutes since we parted and he sent me this and I was fangirling about it to my friends AHAHA) 

“Aren’t you going to get up now? You gotta get to work,” Character A says, poking Character B’s side. “Mmm, five more minutes,” Character B murmurs, pulling Character A closer to them. (HE’S SO CLINGY AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH AHDFOEKNF)

Character A realising they might actually be falling in love, slowly but surely, with Character B. (YEAH SO THIS IS A REVELATION AND A HALF AND IDK HOW TO FEEL ABOUT IT) 

[slvttyplum]

Accidentally hitting gojo in the nuts and he asks u to kiss it better lol

what was an innocent, playful fight between you and satoru turned into you getting face-fucked against the wall.

“satoru, stop i said that hurts!” pushing your foot against his stomach, but his weight is pressing down on you as he aggressively tickles your stomach.

“ugh, you’re such a crybaby; no, it doesn’t.” his fingertips digging into your stomach so hard that it doesn’t even hurt, as in he’s tickling you too much; it hurts because he’s literally pressing into your stomach.

“no, you fucking ass hat, it actually hurts!” trying to flail your body all around on the couch to get out of his grasp, but you can’t, so you push on his stomach more.

pushing your foot into his stomach multiple times and then your foot slipping and going straight for his dick, accidentally kicking him.

“FUCK!!” his weight slipping off of you, and you can finally breathe. satoru backing up, clenching himself, and shouting.

you quickly get up and walk towards him, reaching your hands out to touch where his hands were, but he continues to moan and groan, backing away.

“stay away, you psycho!” your shocked face is now turning to anger as you step closer to him and kick his hand, causing another shout.

“fuck off. i told you to stop.” satoru drops his hand and rolls his eyes, getting in your face.

“i thought you were joking; now i’m hurt. what are you going to do?” his eyes dark, and his mouth frowns into a pout as he stares you down.

all you do is roll your eyes and walk to the couch, flopping down on it. satoru was ridiculous.

“come on, kiss it better!” he walks in between your legs, pouting and whining. all you do is roll your eyes and push him back.

“i’m not kissing your fucking dick.” he grabs your wrist, pulls you up, and pulls you towards the bedroom, your eyes widening. you already know where this is going.

satoru tries to pull you onto the bed, but you are actively pulling back, your body giving up, and you collapse on the floor against the wall.

“come on, be good for me, okay?” unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, his dick plops out and rests against his belly button. one of your eyebrows shooting up from confusion.

“the fuck?”

“it’s sensitive, okay?” satoru scoots up closer to your face, takes his hand, and cups your cheek while his other hand grips his length and softly taps it against your lips.

you softly peck his member a few times before slowly sliding your tongue out and taking a long stripe, satoru’s legs already twitching with anticipation.

your hand coming up to grip the bottom of his shaft before licking his tip, then slowly sliding down only a little bit, then back to the tip.

satoru’s face is red, and his mouth is in a frown as he groans.

“come on, stop teasing.”

your mouth still going in the same motion before stopping and smirking up at him.

“you said a kiss. be glad i’m doing this much.” he rolls his eyes and squeezes your cheeks, feeling that off flesh inside your mouth on his length.

he places his hand on the other side of your cheek and just goes for it. pushing his hips into you and your head hitting the wall, he doesn’t stop, and he only goes faster.

sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and sinking his front teeth into his bottom lip, trying to hold in his moans, but to no avail. his mouth flies open when he feels your tongue swirl around his length and your warm saliva coating him.

your mouth purposefully hollowing out as you suck in and lick, repeating it over and over again. satoru pushing your cheeks in about to lose your balance, your hands sliding up to the back on his thighs.

his pace slamming into you, getting sloppier, and his moans turning into whimpers, almost whining.

satoru’s thumbs digging into your cheeks and his legs still getting unsteady, you could feel his knees buckle, your eyes squinting shut when you felt his cum trickle into your mouth.

he stammers, then his grip on your face loosens as he falls back, collapsing onto the floor. gulping down his cum quickly, you hover over him.

“get someone else to kiss that better.”

satoru was about to say something, but his mouth wouldn’t let him, only one last whimper before closing his eyes.

and that’s what he gets for using his injuries as an advantage.

[he115re]

Nice tits

Literally just the dreamies holding/touching your tits :)

MDNI!! , tit holding, nipple play, kissing, teasing?, proof read, uhm might've forgotten something.

Mark

He is the type to mindlessly play with your tits. You're both laying on the couch cuddled up to each other. In your most comfortable clothes, he has an arm over your shoulder while the other holds his phone. He's scrolling mindlessly trying to fill his mind of something as ads roll. The hand by your shoulder slowly slips into your sweater by the collar and immediately finds your soft nipple his cold hands making it harden.

You look at him to see if he's doing it on purpose but to your surprise , he's still mindlessly scrolling. He takes the nub between his fingers and starts lightly tweaking it. You sigh at the feeling, he's done this so much he doesn't even have to think about it.

You put your hand atop his to get his attention and he looks at you confused. He looks down at where his hand is and then at you and gives you an apolagrtic smile going to move his hand "I didn't tell you to stop" you mutter as you move in closer to him.

A boyish smile plasters across his face as you climb on his lap and start kissing his neck. "Would've done this ages ago if I knew you'd act like this". You don't think of protesting to his statement, instead you shut him up by kissing him.

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Renjun

When I tell you he knows you like his hands. He'll take any opportunity to say that. Puts his hand on your thigh and lightly squeezes while he's talking to a friend.

But his favorite activity so far is pulling your shirt up and holding your tits, you'll look down to see his hands and then to him and he'll just smile "thought they needed a holder" he says as he playfully pushes them up. Your nipples between his forefinger and middle finger, he pinches at them before moving to using this thumb to circle the now hard buds "and you said you loved my hands" he whispers in your ear "you can watch them as I play with your tits" he whispers as he kisses just below your earlobe.

Whatever you were doing is forgotten as you lean into his touch. You put your hands on his forearms as he continues go play with your tits. He lightly tugs at the buds watching your face for every reaction as he does so.

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Jeno

Face first into them. He'll come back from the gym and just needs to recharge. He'll drop his bag and crawl on top of you, lifting your shirt up making you giggle as his soft and damp hair tickles your skin. He knows you don't wear a bra while at home so all he needs to do is lay down.

And lay he does, his weight on you like a weighted blanket, his considerably hotter body warming you up. Any protest of him being too warm, too heavy, or stinky fall to deaf ears, he knows you love this about him. He's heard one too many times, of you talking to your friends about it when you think he's asleep.

If you start complaining a little too much though he'll sneak one of his hands up to your tit and gently massage it also lifting his head up so he can take your nipple into his mouth. Instantly your words get caught in your throat at his actions as he rolls the hardening bub between his lips. It's muscle memory at this point, he doesn't need to put much thought into remembering what you like.

He lightly sucks at the bud rolling his tongue along the tip. He release it with a wet pop as he moves his head go to the other resuming the same actions. You put your hand on top of patting it gently "okay-o-kay i-i get it I'll shut up" you say in defeat and he pauses his actions "but please don't stop" you mumble. He smiles and continues pulling you almost impossibly close to him.

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Heachan

Omg gamer alert. He loves playing games but he also loves watching you play games, any kind of game as long as you're passionate about it. Just the intensity of your concentration. You're so in tune that you didn't notice him sneaking up behind you, or when his hands slid under your shirt to grope your breasts.

You only really take notice when he tells you to use a specific item. Now the warmth on your chest makes sense. But you don't bother to say anything "it's extra support" he says as he excuses now playing with your nipples as he watches you play. "Heachan you're distracting me" you protest as you slightly curl into yourself. God if only he didn't know they were so sensitive.

He smirks "oh,don't mind me" he says as he continues now also kissing along your neck. He completely understands why you distract him from his game a whole lot now. A moan slips past your lips as he starts to suck a new hickey onto your neck. You quickly hit pause on your game and try your best to pull him closer to you.

"Fu-fuck this" you mumble as you pull him into a kiss which he gladly accepts. He leans over your chair pushing you deeper into it. Oh now he gets it, the power he feels just from doing this, he could get used to doing this more often.

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Jeamin

Loves watching you dress. Especially when you're still half asleep. The first thing you put on is a some pants. Then you walk around looking for your bra. And when you find it, you waddle on over to him for help. Tho it's not his favorite thing in the world "aw cmon let your tits outs" he'd protest but he does enjoy helping you put the clasps on if you're struggling. He gets to sneakily hold you tits saying he's adjusting the cups.

He also enjoys seeing your shirt bunched up at the top as you try to remember where you left your deodorant. He always comes up behind you and slides one of his hands under the cup of your bra as he reaches up to where it is, he always miss places it so he has the chance to. He squishes at the soft flesh as he leans down to kiss your cheek "you always forget where you put it~" he teases as he puts the deodorant in your hands.

It seems now's the time to forget about getting dressed as you turn your head to capture your lips in his, you don't miss the little smirk as you do so.

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Chenle

Domestic moment! Doesn't usually do it out of the blue, but seeing you doing some menial task like washing the dishes, making your self a snack, standing in the kitchen while he's in there, just doing anything in the kitchen. It fills him with the urge of being close to you. Skin to skin. But he can't since he doesn't want to disturb you.

So he settles for sliding his hands under your shirt, resting his hands on your bare hips and playing with the waistband of your shorts. "Lele what are you doing? " you ask with a slight giggle as he taps his fingers. "Can't I touch the love of my life? " he asks as he lightly squeezes at your hips.

You shake your head "I know what you're doing" you say in faux annoyance. Even if he doesn't do it often you know his ulterior motives. He feigns ignorance as he slides his hands up your hips to your waist "I have no idea what you're talking about". He says smile clear in his voice. His hands keep on wandering until they're at your ribcage just below the swell of your breast.

"Chenle" you say in a warning tone, but just as you utter his name he does the opposite. He easily pushes up your bra and replaces it by cupping your breasts. He smiles to himself as you sigh in defeat. He lays his head on your shoulder to look at what you're doing "whatcha doing anyways? " he innocently asks looking at your hands that are frozen in place as he starts to toy with your nipples.

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Jisung

He shyly slides his hands up to your chest. They were already there hugging your waist as you sit in his lap. He can't remember exactly why you're there but now he just has to hold them in his hands. They inch up slowly watching for any hesitation.

But to his suprise you just move his hands to your tits yourself, a surprised gasp leaving his lips as you do so. He hides his face in the crook of your neck slightly embarrassed by your boldness. But that doesn't mean he'll stop. You just gave him permission why would he stop now?

His hands automatically cup your breasts lightly squeezing at the flesh as he gently rolls his fingers over it. He loves the small reactions you give him despite being immersed in your own thing. The small gasp you let out as his pointer finger pushes on your nipple and then rolls over it. Or the way you stiffle a moan as he starts kissing at your neck both of his hands now gently playing with your tits. He's all too observant of every reaction even when you slightly shift and lean back against him.

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I absolutely love all the fan art for Glass Onion.

I absolutely HATE all the discourse.