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givethemsmut · 20 days

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Dom Mysterio x Reader

I needed a place to write and this story has been running up the storage on my phone.

Dom X Reader

Friends to Lovers

WWE mixed with real life

All fanfic, I don’t own WWE characters, etc.

Tons of Smut Chapter One | Where it all started…

I had known Dom since I was fourteen, attending the same Catholic school and wearing the same navy blue uniforms that felt too stiff to relax in.

I had been living with his family since it mattered and dating their son was not an option. No matter how much I wanted to.

We were both seventeen when I finally asked Dom to be my first. I didn’t want anyone else and I wanted to get it over with. Nothing about your first time is supposed to be heavenly. They scared us with pain and bleeding as women in health class enough to make anyone dread the first time. And who better than my best friend?

Dom was eating Cheetos and bothering his mom cooking in the kitchen when I strolled up.

Texting Dom even though I was right next to him was how we communicated without speaking a lot. A go to for us.

Me: Will you take my virginity?

I had no idea if Dom was a virgin still. He was attractive, wealthy, famous dad, and everything girls chased.

Dom: Are you serious?

Me: Yeah. Who else? I want to get it over with.

Dom had already properly stolen my first kiss and I was more than grateful. Drinking, smoking, every first a teen could have Dom was there for. He was my best friend but he was also a guy and living with him didn’t help those pesky hormones.

Me: Aren’t you horny?

Dom: I’m a fucking guy and you live here. No relief, mi amore. Are you sure? Can’t take it back.

Me: Yes, I can’t take it anymore. I’m pretty sure your parents can hear my vibrator at night.

Dom: Fuck. That’s not helping.

I touched his leg and made an apologetic face while he winced with his head down. It wasn’t a secret we were attracted to each other. Even his parents made jokes about us spending time together or flirting.

Getting up Dom clasped onto my arm, stopping me, “tonight.”

We had kissed at parties, in his bedroom, even in the shared bathroom but nothing crazy. We hadn’t made out the way you see in movies.

“Can you come with me? Right now. I need your help.”

Dom said something in Spanish to his mom before he followed behind me up stairs. Their house was lavish, big but modest somehow at the same time. Climbing the stairs he kept asking me what was going on when I kept shutting him up until we were behind doors.

Pushing him into his room I closed the door behind us. “We haven’t even made out yet. I don’t wanna skip anything.” I stood by the door watching Dom trying to calculate anything I was saying. Pulling the hoodie over my head and exposing my red bralette immediately made my nipples hard knowing he was about to look.

“Wait, hermosa. We can’t just rush into this. I don’t even know if I can make out with you and not wanna do more.” He sat on the edge of his bed holding his face in his hands and his elbows digging into his knees. “Okay, so we do more.”

Walking over to him I pushed him back, standing between his legs. “Do you not want to? It’s okay if you don’t.”

He sat back looking down at his crotch in his gym shorts. “Does it look like I don’t want to? I want to. I don’t want you to regret it. Regret me.”

Pushing Dominik back until he was flat against the bed I climbed on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands finally reached out and touched my legs but I could still feel the conflict brewing inside him.

“Dom, just kiss me already.”

Siting up right his lips snipped at mine and his eyes locked into mine. We both pulled away enough to look at each other. Every nerve in me flared up and suddenly I was aware of my body, arching my back in his hands.

“You don’t have to try, mi armor. You’re already everythingâ€¦” his hands traced up my sides, fingertips tickling the seam of my bralette. “I’m the lucky one here.”

Those hormones were waging a war between my thighs when I felt how hard he was under me. I wanted to give him all of me but every part of me relied on logic.

No one finds forever at seventeen.

“Are you virgin still?” I asked as he kissed my neck and his thumbs teased my hard nipples.

Smiling against my skin I bit down on my lip trying to hide every emotion. “I haven’t babe. It would be a lot easier right now if I had.”

“You can touch me, Dom.” My voice scratched the surface of a whisper.

Slowly his hands moved to cup my breasts, letting his fingers dig into me enough to make me jump. Immediately he stated apologizing, “I’m sorry, too hard.”

“No, no. It feels really good.”

“My mom is downstairs. We can’t be loud.”

“Just kiss me, Dominik,” I begged him to shut me up.

Rolling over, he pushed me down, his legs under my thighs and my pussy so wet it was uncomfortable. “Oh my god.”

Our mouths were hungry, nipping and biting between kisses, our tongues wrestling every time our lips parted. Everything felt too good to be true.

His hands pinned down my wrists when he pulled away. “Fuck. I -“ he couldn’t even say it. I knew he needed me to touch him too.

My hand snaked down between us and I smoothed over his erection when it jerked against me. Kissing his jaw and neck I felt so turned on it was hard to think straight.

Lowering down into I felt him rock against my hand. “Fuck. I wanna fuck you. I wanna be inside you.”

His words made my body vibrate even more. “Fuck me, Dom. I want it to be you.”

Tugging my bralette down his mouth closed over my nipple, flicking his tongue over me like a professional. Pushing the waist band on my sweats down I let my hips grind against nothing as Dom tossed them behind him.

“Fuck.” Something followed in his native tongue and I felt myself melt against the mattress.

“What does that mean?”

“You’re turning me on so damn much. Let me taste you baby.” He whispered his words as he slide down the bed. Opening my legs enough to look at me before he kissed down my legs. Pausing before his mouth collided with my pussy.

I felt his tongue lick my folds, pushing inside me, brushing my clit. I tried my hardest not to moan out loud but I couldn’t help it when it tumbled from my lips. Dom’s hand reached up my body covering my mouth while he licked.

I was soaked, a mess, when I begged him to fuck me. “I can’t take anymore, please, Dom.”

Kneeling up right he pushed down his shorts finally letting me see him. He sprung out hard and angry like. All I wanted to do was touch him and give him relief but I waited.

Dom’s hand closed around himself before dragging down his length as I gasped at his movements. “Jesus, Dom. You’re huge.”

“Just wait until you feel me baby. Tell me you’re on birth control.” Pulling him down to me I shook my head before kissing him.

We made out until we couldn’t take it anymore. Dom guided himself inside me and I forced myself to be quiet while every part of me stretched for him.

“Oh my god, mi amor. You feel too good. I’m gonna come too quick.” He said those words but I had already came so many times I contemplated how I was going to walk after.

He started thrusting himself inside me, pounding between my legs and trying to chase our moans away with kissing.

Twisting over he said, “Ride me baby. I wanna see you on top, Mami.”

Straddling him again I repositioned myself and shook as I felt him deeper inside me. I nearly came right then when his hands roamed my body so gently. Landing on my hips he guided me forward, swaying and grinding on top of him.

Neither of us heard anyone coming, not the doorknob or his mom’s voice shout out before she opened the door in her own house. “Dominik, dinner is ready.”

All we heard was the gasp from the door way when Dom flipped us over working his hips slower, painfully slow. “Mami! Por favor!”

Trying to hide under him I felt mortified. His family took me in, Dom was my best friend. They were going to blame and hate me now.

His mom immediately left, panicked and embarrassed as us I can only assume. “Hey, ignore that. It’s just us. It’s just me.”

Twisting my legs around him I felt my hips begs for more. “I need this, Dom. Every muscle, every smile, it’s torture living with you and not touching you. I touch myself every night just to keep sane but your family took me in. I can’t betray them. It’s just our virginities.”

“Betray them, hermosa. My family has nothing to do with this. You wouldn’t feel this good if it was wrong.”

Kissing me again I tried to push away the negative thoughts when my body was ready to orgasm again. Only this time was around Dom’s cock inside me. Grasping his biceps I felt my body tumble off a cliff. “Dominik, Dom.” I pleaded but for nothing. We gave each other everything tonight. I risked so much and yet none of him left a bad taste in my mouth.

We laid there for a while in silence, Dom still on top of me and kissing my face. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“I’m okay. Sore but okay.”

We would have laid there forever but his father’s fist pounded on the door. It was unmistakable, he was stern with us, me included but for reason. We were pushing the boundaries and they trusted us. They trusted me to act like a daughter or perfect house guest not the girl fucking their son.

Scrambling to his feet he yanked on his shorts again and I wrapped the sheet around me. I fled to the shared bathroom and closed the door behind me. Quickly turning on the shower I jumped in before it was hot. Anything to avoid their disappointment. His family raise me since I was fifth-teen, I didn’t want to loose them.

Every touch ran through my mind while I tried to hear Rey scolding Dom. “What are thinking? With your mom right down stairs? Mija, we took her in because she needed familia, not so she could be your friends with benefits.”

“Are you serious right now? You know how I feel. She’s not here to take my virginity and piss you off. We wanted to be each other’s first. That’s special.” Dom’s voice was steady and it was unnerving.

“She can’t live here and you two be sexually active. That’s final.”

“That’s so unfair! How was I supposed to know I would fall in love with her?”

“Dominik, listen to me. You’re a teenager. You are going to find your one at this age.” He was right. I twisted the knob to full blast before I actually showered off my first time. I had to break his heart to keep them as family. We would get over it one day. I knew it.

Getting ready I came down stairs like nothing happened. “I’m so sorry, I’m gonna skip dinner but leave the dishes. I’ll do them when I get back. Blaine asked me out.” I said everything while looking at the floor. Dom’s heart was breaking right in front of me.

Dom stood up from the table. “Are you fucking serious? After what we just did?”

“Dom. We can talk later, okay?” I pleaded him with my soft voice to drop it. Not in front of his family but I knew better. Dom could be a dog with a bone when he wanted to be.

Swiftly moving around the table he followed me out the front door where my date was picking me up. It was all for show, I had no interest in Blaine but I needed him to understand that we couldn’t cross those lines again. Not anymore. He would forgive me later.

Blaine wasn’t at the end of the driveway the way I planned when Dom grabbed my arm and yanked me back. “What are you doing? We just had sex and now you’re going on a date?”

“I said get it over with. I never agreed to dating or anything else.” It hurt to say.

“Bullshit. I can fucking tell by every goddamn moan that came out of your mouth.” He practically spit the words in my face. We were standing so close I could feel the anger come off him. “Don’t do this. Don’t give me some bullshit about first. We both know what happened in there wasn’t fucking firsts.”

Blaine pulled up in his expensive car just at the right time when I managed to escape Dom’s grip.

Later that night I came home and cleaned the entire kitchen when his dad came breezing in. “You don’t have to avoid us. I’m not kicking you out. Dom might have other feelings tho. I understand why you did what you did. It’s okay, mija. You’re family now. You don’t have to choose between us and Dominik.”

That was the last time we spoke of it and the start of a five month Cold War before Dom and I made up.

I even contemplated crawling back to my family but just like my life up that point - nothing went as planned. I had missed my period by two months and I panicked. The only person I had to go to was Dom’s mom who knew I had deflowered her son.

At first she was furious but then she finally came around. She didn’t agree with my termination but I knew being a teenage mom to a boy I couldn’t even admit to loving wasn’t going to be my story.

Dom’s parents agreed to keep it secret from their son until I made the decision to come clean to him. I planned on dying with that secret.

He was destined for greatness, following in his father’s footsteps while I was practically an orphan. I had no plans and no direction.

When Dom finally came around it was to tell me he was moving to Florida for training camp and it devastated me just as much as I had done to him. “Dad said it would be a good idea to have someone I knew and trusted by my side. He already got us a condo in Miami. You in?”

I jumped at the invitation, I wanted my best friend back. That was all I wanted actually.

“I’m in. When do we leave?”

Chapter Two coming…

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ink-and-blood-goddess · 2 months

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First Time (Arthur Harrow x Reader)

Requested by @sarasiadati-Hi can i ask for a fic harrow x reader (smut_romance_lemon) where its reader's first time and she is so afraid. But harrow take care of her and tickle her and her clit is her weakest spot . I love your writings😘 you are one out of ten😘😘

A/N-Finally another Arthur Harrow fanfic request all finished up. Sorry if I made you wait for this, but it was worth it trust me. As a heads up, I’m already in the process of making the next Character List so be on the lookout for an announcement/update. Also, I’m still playing catch up with other fanfic requests, so please be patient and give me time…

Other than that, please enjoy 🙂

Oh, and thank you for the compliment. It means so much to me that others, including you, enjoy my writings 😘💕

Warnings: FULL BLOWN SMUT, fluff, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, some fingering, slight orgasm, slight nudity, and some language

Citrus Scale: 🍋 (SMUT BELOW THE CUT! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!!!)

W.C+: 2.3K

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You’ve been with Arthur for two years now. Living happily together and doing everything together. Well, except for one thing. Neither of you had sex with one another. It was a topic that either of you have discussed about doing together as a couple. But there was one thing in the way of it. You were a virgin.

You’ve never had sex in your entire life. Never have you done it with anybody if you had been in a serious relationship. The only thing you’ve never thought of, until now.

It was nice and warm outside. The smell of Spring blew through the community living area, after it had got done raining. The Spring rain always had a lovely scent to it, even at night. You’ve opened the windows to your shared bedroom, as the rain slowed down a bit earlier. Little rain droplets plopping down onto the windowsill into little puddles of water.

The white window curtains blew swiftly in the night time breeze. Dancing along with the Spring air. You sat on the bed, across from the window reading one of your books. The bedroom was quite spacious for you and Arthur. You had your things and Arthur had his.

As you read, the breeze blew gently across your bare legs. You felt your skin prickle at the cool touch, making you shiver a bit. The only warmth you’ve had on was a baggy sweatshirt covering your entire upper body. The other piece of clothing you have on was a pair of pantties. You wore this to bed every night whenever it was nice out.

After you turned a page in your book, the sound of tapping cut through the silence. But you knew what that sound was. It was the sound of Arthur’s cane. The sound of it grew closer and closer towards the doorway.

The door to the bedroom creaked open as Arthur entered through the threshold. Closing your book now, you set it on the nightstand beside your side and turned to look over at Arthur.

Arthur looked graceful as ever. He turned to close and lock the door behind him, with his cane in the other hand. Looking over his shoulder, a smile spread across his lips and looked over you with his beautiful blue eyes. They glowed ever so brightly in the light.

“(Y/N),” he whispered, “you look so beautiful tonight.” He said, as he started to walk over to the bed. The tapping of the cane resumed on the stone tile floor.

“As ever,” you said back in a chipper tone. Arthur chuckled at the remark, “yes as ever.” He lowered himself and sat on the soft bed at last. Arthur hung his cane on the edge of the bedpost on the head board. Then he took off his sandals and placed them near his nightstand.

He turned himself over and laid on his side to face you. You could feel your heart fluttering, as Arthur looked upon you with his hungry eyes. “You look very stunning sitting like that next to me,” he breathed out. Arthur couldn’t take his eyes off of you for a moment.

Then he slowly moved his hands over towards you, grabbing a hold of both of your sides, and pulled you over to him. You felt his fingers grip onto the cloth of your sweatshirt and feel the sheets beneath you glide against your bare skin.

You giggled and squealed a bit as he pulled you closer and closer to him. Finally within his grasp, Arthur started peppering your face and neck with a bunch of kisses. His lips ghosting your soft skin each time they left. It felt like he was devouring you with his love.

Squirming beneath his grasp, you couldn’t contain your playful and delighted giggles. Arthur lightly chuckled as continued to kiss you. After a few moments, he placed one final kiss on your soft and tender lips.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed out, “I couldn’t help but kiss you when I saw you just laying there. Always makes me smile, you know that,” he said as he ran his hand through your soft (H/C) hair. You loved it whenever Arthur played with your hair. Feeling his fingers run through the strands.

Your eyes fluttered, as his slender fingers entangled and wrapped themselves around the strands. “Oh (Y/N), you’re so beautiful. You and me, we belong together,” he said as he placed another kiss on your forehead. Arthur was right. The both of you belong to one another together.

“(Y/N),” he said, but with a normal tone, “I would like to try something new tonight with you.” You arched a brow at him and sat up against the headboard. Arthur removed his arms from you and returned them to his sides. “What would that be Arthur,” you asked with a curious tone.

It took him a few moments to think over what he was going to say to you. He was biting the edge of his lower lip and then licked them with his tongue. “We’ve been together for two years (Y/N). I think it’s time to try something new.”

“Like what exactly Arthur,” you asked, as you crossed your arms. Arthur continued to think for another moment. Whatever it was, he was being careful with what words to say to you. Arthur took several deep breaths at a time.

“(Y/N),” he said in a soft tone, “I want to have sexual intercourse with you.”

You felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. He finally said it. Arthur wants to have sexual intercourse with you now. You were fearing this would happen one day. You sat up quickly in surprise.

“Sexual intercourse,” you said in a surprised tone. You started fiddling with your fingers as your heart began racing inside your chest. “I-I-I don’t kn-kn-kn-know Arthur,” you began to stutter, “do you think it’s a good idea?” Asking him in a panicked calm manner.

He tilted his head to the side, looking a little confused by your answer. “What do you mean by that (Y/N),” he asked, pushing himself closer to you. Feeling very confused, you raced through your mind to find the right answer to that question, but nothing came out of your lips.

“It’s okay, you can tell me what it is.” He said in a softer tone. After several moments of thinking it over, you found what you were going to say. “Arthur,” you said slowly, “I’ve never had sex before.”

Arthur’s eyes widened with surprise from what you said. “You’ve never had sex before,” laughing a bit after asking you that question. You shook your head no. “Not once. Not with one person.”

Arthur still looked stunned at you. Flabbergasted more like it. He tried to laugh it off for a moment, but quickly covered his mouth with his hand. You felt your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach. “You don’t love me, do you Arthur,” you asked in a low voice, rolling over onto your side. Facing away from Arthur.

“No no no no no no no no, I didn’t say that,” Arthur defended his reaction, “I’m just shocked that’s all. I just didn’t know that about you.” He placed his hand on your shoulder. Reassuring you that he did nothing wrong to hurt your feelings.

You turned back over towards him, looking into his gentle blue eyes. “You mean it?” Asking him softly. He nodded his head, “Yes. I mean it.” Sitting back up against the headboard, you continued to gaze softly into his eyes.

“(Y/N). I’d like to try something with you.” You arched an eyebrow at him. “What is it Arthur?” Asking him in a much calmer manner than the first time. “Since you’ve never had sex before, I want to give you a headstart experience.” He began to motion you towards the middle of the bed.

“Arthur, what are you doing?” You asked in a curious voice. He began to softly shush you, “don’t worry my dear (Y/N), I’m going to be very gentle with you.”

You felt his hands rub up and down your bare legs, making you shiver beneath his delightful touch. Then you felt his hands go up to your hips, slipping his fingers beneath your pantties. Slowly, he began to pull them down your legs with his slender fingers.

The soft material glides across your skin, making your heart race a bit. Arthur was being careful with pulling down your pantties. Slipping them off over your feet carefully, Arthur held them by the edge and then tossed them over to the side of the bed.

His hands then began to trail back up over your legs, towards your thighs. Feeling his fingers moving around in circles against your cold skin. A sensation runs rampant through your veins, rushing towards your head.

You let a soft gasp as his hands and fingers moved around on your thighs. “You like that don’t you,” Arthur asked with a smile on his lips. You slowly nodded your head and whispered yes to him. He let out a light hearted chuckle.

Then he moved his hands towards your inner thighs. “Please hold still. This won’t hurt a bit,” he said as he started to move your legs apart slowly. Gently pushing them apart and spreading them out on the bed. The warmth of his hands sent another sensation across your body, pressing them against the soft flesh.

“My my. What a pretty thing we have here,” he said in amazement. Slowly, his right hand crawled towards your upper, inner thigh where your clit was. Once he stopped there, he started moving his two fingers around in small circles. Sorta tickling you in a way.

A small laugh escaped from your lips, making it tingle you almost. “You like that my dear,” Arthur asked in a curious manner, tilting his head to the side. “Yes. I do,” you said with a bright smile, “I’m very ticklish. Even down there.”

“Ticklish? I’ve had no idea,” he said with a devious smile. Still, he continued to move his fingers in circles on your clit. Making you laugh and gasp at the same time. “Let’s take this up a notch, shall we,” he said with a serious tone.

Moving his fingers away from your soft clit, he brushed them over your slick and wet folds. Another shiver went down your back, as you felt the tip of his fingers hovering above your opening. Making little circles around your soft area. Then, he started to slowly push his two fingers inside of you. Placing his other hand softly on your other thigh for a better grip.

A moan escaped from your lips, as his fingers began pumping in and out in a slow movement. You gripped onto the bedsheets with both hands, digging your fingers deep into the silk cloth.

“You’re loving this. I can see it,” he said in a playful tone. You nodded your head, as another moan came out. “Fuck.” You said in a low, soft tone. Arthur continued to push his two fingers deeper into you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you said repeataly under your breath.

What was this sensation you were feeling? You felt your face flush and eyes fluttering. Heart racing like a running rabbit. Hands continued to grip onto the sheets.

“Alright my dear. Let’s try something you’ll really enjoy,” he said as he pulled his two fingers out. An emptiness filled you once his fingers left your slick folds. Like a hole caving into your empty stomach. You were very breathless. Breathing in and out slow and fast at times.

Lifting your head up from the headboard, Arthur got onto his knees and began to pull his pants down. As he did, another gasp came out of your lips. Once they were pulled down, you saw something graceful. His cock.

It was a normal length, but looked a bit bigger and longer. His cock rested between his two legs and upon neatly trimmed hair.

Arthur’s pants dropped down to his knees and slowly slid out of them. He then threw them off to the side of the bed where your panties landed. Your heart began pounding much faster, as you looked upon his naked lower form.

Grabbing a hold of your legs again, he slowly pulled you down towards him. You felt the sheets slide against your bare skin. Your entire body going limp, as you laid beneath him now. “Now hold still my dear, I won’t hurt you.” Arthur said, as he lowered himself onto you.

First, you felt the tip of his cock brush up against your slick folds and then he thrust it into you. A loud and deep moan came out of you at last. Pushing deeper and deeper inside your opening. Arthur let out a soft groan from his thin lips, making another push into you.

Both your hands lost their grip on the bedsheets and became numb. Then lifting them up, you wrapped both arms around Arthur’s thick waist. Locking them with your still numb hands.

Another loud moan came out as Arthur thrusts into you again. “That’s right. Take it in slowly my dear (Y/N).” He whispered in your ear. A fiery sensation burned through your entire body. But what was it though? This made you breathless thinking about it. Your heart was racing faster than ever. It felt like a bird trying to escape from a cage that won’t unlock or open up.

Still, having this moment with your love Arthur, made it more special for you in every way. Having sexual intercourse for the first time with him made you dizzy and amazed at the same time. Everything felt great for you now. You weren’t afraid anymore.

Having this very special moment with Arthur made everything lighter for you to feel with your whole body. Every single nerve made you tired, but you’ve still got some energy left for the rest of the night.

You want to feel more from Arthur. Now you’ve had something special happen with you and it was with somebody you’ll love for eternity for teaching you this moment in life and in your everlasting relationship.

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leonhardt-simp · 1 year

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Sleeping In

[canonverse] | fanfic | fluff

Kiriko x F! Reader

Summary: Some cute moments with your girlfriend.

Author’s Note: A fic for you, I haven’t been very active when it comes to writing. I apologize for that 😭 I also wanna apologize for the long post, my read more insert ends up deleting some paragraphs. We making due.

“You know my mother taught me patience, Y/N…” Kiriko sleepily spoke behind you, her breath slightly tickling your ear as you felt her nuzzle further into your nape. You felt her arms hug you closer, legs slightly pressing into yours as the Kitsune slowly fell back into her slumber.

You pulled up the sheets to keep the warm of the both of you, slipping a hand down to interlocks fingers with your girlfriend’s. “But it’s 1:30 , Kiri..” You softly whisper, a tug pulling you closer to the sleepy girl.

“15 more minutes…” She wasn’t going to let you go, she made that clear.

“We need to get up now, I’m not gonna beg you.” You started to get up, Kiriko sighing as you slipped from her arms and out of the bed, leaving the sleepy fox.

With a sly chuckle, Kiriko sat up in bed and stretched her arms. “I always like a little begging though…” She yawned, covering her mouth with a hand.

You basked in her look, she was disheveled and her bed head made her hair poke out in every direction. You wouldn’t let a comment like that slide though, sleepy or not.

You playfully rolled your eyes, reaching for a pillow to hit her but just before it went in contact with her, she was gone. Distracted, you watched the small blue particles slowly fade before hearing the bathroom door close behind you.

You jumped and turned to the door, “I- What? No fair!” You dropped the pillow onto the bed and walked to the closed door, grabbing the doorknob only to find she locked it when you tried to open it.

“You snooze you lose, sweetheart.” Kiriko taunted with a sleepy rasp, stretching in the bathroom before getting ready to do her morning routine.

You scoffed at her remark.

‘Ironic,’ you thought with a cross of your arms. You couldn’t believe she used her powers to beat you to the bathroom. You should’ve just left her in bed.

Now, you just had to wait your turn.

While you waited though, you had the brilliant idea to slip away to her closet to find something to wear.

She had lots of jackets, hoodies and T-shirts along with her shrine clothes. That special garment was important so you wouldn’t touch that. Everything else though was free for the taking.

Something in her closet did caught your eye, a blue and white jacket you’ve seen her wear before. That was definitely something you wanted to try on while you waited.

After 5ish minutes, Kiriko came out refreshed and ready to take on the day.

Kiriko motioned to the bathroom, “The bathroom is yo-… oh?” Her words died down as she saw you, her eyebrows raising in curiosity when she noticed it was her jacket you had on.

Even with her words and presence, it wasn’t enough for you to notice.

There you stood in her full length mirror looking at yourself model in her blue and white jacket, your eyes more occupied with how you could potentially style the jacket with some kind of [pants/skirt/shorts].

Kiriko didn’t bother to say much more than that as she pleasantly watched, leaning against the doorframe of her bathroom. She would rather watch you wear her clothes, didn’t help the view was one she adored.

You always looked radiant though, her heart would race whenever you both held eye contact. Where you didn’t find beauty or elegance, she found it in you and where she didn’t find responsibility and strength, you found it in her.

Even when you were blissfully unaware, she always did like to watch you. Maybe it’s just the fox in her enjoying to watch things they found interesting.

It didn’t take longer than a few minutes for you to notice Kiriko watching you through the reflection, it made you jump slightly and turn your head to look over at her.

Kiriko couldn’t help but giggle at the reaction, straightening up to walk over to stand behind you. Her hand reached around to turn your head to look at yourself into the mirror, her hands then slipping down to rest on your forearms.

“You look good, maybe you should wear my clothes more often.” She spoke, looking at you rather than the mirror. You could see her cheeky smile in the reflection.

“Are you just saying that?” You asked, about to slip the jacket off, a tug up stopping you from doing so. “I wouldn’t say anything I wouldn’t mean.” You turned your head to her to meet her gaze, her eyes proud and loving.

Her words were enough to warm you even without the help of the sweater, she always did have a charming way with words.

Kiriko then backed up, “The bathroom is ready for you, got you a spare toothbrush for when you stay here too.” She happily announces as she went to check her phone that was charging on the bedside table.

You quietly watched her, a soft smile never leaving your lips as you finally took your turn in the bathroom to get your routine done.

It didn’t take you that long to get everything done from washing your face to brushing your teeth. Coming out, you noticed Kiriko wasn’t in the room.

“Kiri?” You called out, walking out to see her leaning back against her island counter staring down at her phone.

You noted she finally had gotten dressed, wearing something more athleisure looking. You both matched.

The cutest part was the fox headband she wore, a gift she had received from a friend.

“Hm?” She answered, looking up to the sound of your voice.

You dramatically walked over, her curious eyes watching you make your way to her.

“You left meeee…” You spoke in a falling to lean against her, her hands instinctively grabbing ahold of your waist.

She gave an apologetic smile, “I’m sorry, I was looking through my phone and wandered.” Kiriko pressed a kiss to your cheek, hugging you closer to her, tucking her phone in her pocket.

You stayed still letting her press kisses against your face before she reached for your chin, lifting it to press some smothering kisses against your lips. You couldn’t help but giggle, her laugh accompanying yours.

When you thought it was enough, you pushed her back by her shoulder, her smile bright and her bangs slightly a mess. her headband tilted from the little session.

“We need eat breakfast,” You reached up to fix her hair and tilt the headband back to its natural position, Kiriko’s eyes staring down into yours.

She had an idea, “I know a great donut place-”

“No donuts.” You objected, slipping away from her and walking to the door, getting ready to slip on your shoes.

“Last time we ate donuts for breakfast, your mom wouldn’t stop talking about eating a proper meal.” You sighed at the memory. You remember how awkward it was to hear Kiriko get lectured.

Only upside was seeing Kiriko lower her head whenever her mother spoke, “Would it kill you to eat a vegetable?” You mimicked her mother’s words, her expression turning into one of slight embarrassment.

“I remember that, she was more concerned on that then me introducing you as my girlfriend.” She gave a little awkward giggle at the end, her hands reaching to the side to pick up her keys she usually places on the shelf by the door.

“Mmhm, I even mentally prepared myself. I had the scenario all ready in my head and potentially arguments ready.” Your response made her laugh, her hand falling over her mouth as she muffled her laughter.

Kiriko wiped the tear from her eyes, you were so cute.

“So where to then?” She asked, her hands moving to rest in her pockets.

You stood up and looked up at her, “There is that fun little cafe down the street.” You offered.

Her eyes looked up at the consideration before deciding with a nod. “Cookies and coffee. Even more sweet.” That earned her a slight smack to her stomach, one that didn’t even phase her much.

Kiriko laughed following you out the door, closing it behind her.

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aquagirl1978 · 1 year

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I’m not sure if this the right place to submit my request for the Spring Flower content, but can I request Chevalier + 1 + 🌸?

Thank you for creating these amazing fanfics/stories! I enjoy reading your work 💖

Thank you @1-babypuppy for this request! I'm so happy to hear you enjoy reading my works 💖

Inspired by a post by @yukina-otome - if you saw the post, you'll know.

Read to Me - Chevalier Michel x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: Part of the Spring Showers, Spring Flowers event I am co-hosting with @violettduchess

Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader

Prompt: picnic + fluff

Tags: fluff

“Read to me?” you asked your love, smiling sweetly as you held the book out to him.

He smirked as he took the book from your hands, his gloved finger tracing the engraved lettering on the cover. “Midnight Cinderella,” he murmured softly. You watched him as he gazed upon the book in his hands, his blue eyes warm pools of water, the curve of his smile soft and human, certain he was remembering the first time he gave it to you to read. Back when your love for one another was just a flower bud, not quite ready yet to blossom into the beautiful rose it would one day become.

“You’ve always enjoyed this book,” he commented while opening it to where your bookmark was, his ice blue eyes flicking up to meet yours.

“Yes, I have.” You had never told him that this particular book held a special spot in your heart, a large part being that it was one he had given you. It was part of your love story, back when Chevalier would barge into your room, claiming to need a quiet space to read. As you both read in the peace of your room, day after day, night after night, the seeds of love were soon sowed.

Resting his head on your lap, he stretched his long legs on the blanket you had set out for your picnic. As he started to read, you leaned back against the trunk of the cherry blossom tree, its canopy providing the perfect amount of shade for your afternoon lunch. Your eyes drifted closed, Chevalier’s deep voice rich and soothing, your hand absentmindedly stroking his silky locks.

A gentle breeze blew by, lulling you to a light sleep, Chevalier’s words dancing in your head in fantastical dream-like images. Awoken by the aroma of fresh strawberries, your eyelids fluttered, finding Chevalier smiling at you, teasing your lips with the berry.

You made a face at him, curious as to why he was waking you with a berry.

“Can’t I pamper you?” He stared at you seriously for a moment, waiting for your reaction. When none was forthcoming, for you knew your lover better than that and could tell when he was teasing, he huffed a laugh. “You were hungry,” he replied nonchalantly.

Averting your gaze, your hand mindlessly rubbed your belly, mortification settling in as you hoped your stomach did not growl too loudly.

“Eat,” he coaxed, probing your lips apart with the tip of the berry. The taste sweet on your tongue, you took a bite and closed your eyes, the luscious juices swirling in your mouth tasting absolutely divine.

His eyes darkened, locking on yours, as he clumsily wiped your lips with his thumb, slipping his digit inside your mouth tickling your tongue. Your eyes widened and your breath hitched as he teased you, your expression soon relaxing, thankful to be hidden under the safety of the tree’s canopy.

As sudden as he started, he stopped, abruptly removing his hand. A smile spread on his lips, pleased with himself that he elicited such a reaction from you so quickly.

Chevalier returned to his spot, his head nestled on your lap, and resumed reading the book aloud, as if the past few minutes never happened. Your heartbeat still quickened, you took a few calming deep breaths, reminding yourself that soon enough it would be evening and such activities could be resumed.

Your mind wandering elsewhere, you threaded your fingers through his hair, noting to yourself how handsome he looked under the sunlight.

When he reached the end of the chapter, he put the book down and rolled over on his side, propping his head on his hand.

"You liked that, didn't you," he said softly. Your heart filled with warmth as he pressed an awkward kiss onto your navel, your growing belly hidden under the layers of your skirt.

"I think you enjoyed it more," you replied. My book lover, you added silently in your head.

Ever since informing Chevalier that he was to be a father, he had taken time out each day to read to his unborn child. Morning, noon, or night, he managed to squeeze in even a few pages.

Watching him share his love of books made you fall in love with him more and more each day, your heart filling with an overwhelming, unconditional love as Chevalier changed once more, from human to future parent.

Offering you his hand, he helped you get up, your afternoon away almost over. After gathering what was left of your picnic, you walked away hand in hand, as pale pink flower petals danced in the air.

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astheskycries · 2 years

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A Detective's Research

Inspired by several conversations with my friend @fantastic-fantasy-fanfics . I’ll do my best to be as cannon as possible while still indulging, so please be patient with me with my first attempt at our favorite detective.

Warnings: Nsfw, tickling but… erotic tickling

Masterlist Buy Me a Coffee

You smooth the cotton skirt of your thin dress down, thankful your husband isn’t here to see you snooping in his study while he’s away. Though you’ve only been married a couple of weeks- a decision your family deemed appropriate despite never meeting the man- you knew he was extremely focused when it came to his work. On the rare occasions he was home for the day, he switched his focus to you- your hobbies, past times, what your interests were, anything and everything. It was strange being able to relax, and having someone so genuinely interested in your hobbies and passions made you feel oddly cared for.

Tilting your head, you spot a letter addressed to a local furniture store, catching your attention. Rarely do people make special requests, and you can’t help but be excited to see if there was something special required for his case, hesitating when you see plans for an integrate table with-

“Do you see something that interests you?”

You startle, dropping the letter and spinning to see your husband leaning against the doorway, a slight smirk teasing his lips and curls slightly out of place as he studies your every move. “Sherlock, I-”

He raises a hand, stopping you. “Do you know what that letter was, my little minx?” He pushes off of the doorframe, a finger tilting your chin up. “It’s a custom table for you.”

You blink, frowning. “I don’t understand.”

He hums, lips grazing your ear. “I am the world’s greatest detective for a reason. I’ve seen how you squirm at my my ministrations.” You shiver, feeling his smirk against your skin as his lips continue to travel down to your neck. “I’ve seen first hand how sensitive you are to my touch, in bed and otherwise.” He nips your pulse, making you gasp softly. “Perhaps you would like to admit that you enjoy this?”

You flush, unsure when your fists began to cling to his vest but unable to let go of him. “I- I don’t-”

He tsks softly, leading you down the hall. “My love, you mistake my curiosity for mockery,” He keeps a grip on your hip, not letting you squirm away as he leads to to a previously locked room, his hand turning it to lock it behind him. “I wish to explore this… attraction of yours.”

You shiver, unable to meet his eyes. “I- I’m not-”

“Don’t lie to me, little one.” He tilts your chin up, baby blues dark with desire. “I know when you’re lying to me.” He pushes you onto the bed, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt and watching as you try to squirm away. “Will you deny me again, my love? Or do I need to persuade you to obey your husband?”

You swallow but shake your head, seeing Sherlock reach for your hands and immediately giving them to him. “What are you planning, Mister Holmes?”

He smirks a bit, tutting as he ties your wrists together with one of his own ties and gently laying you back, always so gentle until he can’t control his own desires. “Patience, my little dove,” He kisses you deeply, not letting you protest as he reaches behind you to untie the thin strings of your gown. “You’ll see soon enough.”

You arch as he tugs the thin fabric down your body, kissing over every exposed inch as he slowly tugs it down, pulling it off your body before leaning back to admire you. “Sherlock, please…”

He chuckles, leaning off the bed and rummaging through a chest of his. “Begging before I’ve even touched you… It’s a shame my commission won’t be ready for several weeks.” He grabs a feather, studying it before teasing your chest, making you arch and gasp. “I want to test a theory, little one.”

You squeal and jerk a bit as the feather kisses your nipples, unable to help giggling hard and trying to escape. “Sherlock!”

He smirks, eyes dark as he lazily moves back and forth across your chest, watching you writhe and laugh beneath him. “So sensitive…” He rolls his hips, letting you feel his hard member. “And soaking, darling, as I expected. Such a small touch to drive you mad.”

“No!” You squeal as he saws the feather along the tip of one nipple, laughing hard before he returns to teasing you. “Don’t do that!”

“No? Perhaps I should move elsewhere then.” Sherlock slowly trails it between the valley or your breasts, letting you squirm as he passes your stomach and down to your soaking core, watching as you gasp and roll your hips into the touch. “Behave, darling, you don’t want to make me replace this with something else.”

“Please!” You gasp, giggling when he teasingly flicks your clit. “I can’t!”

“You can and you will,” He tilts his head, watching you writhe and soak through the feather. “Look what you’ve done, my love.” He tuts, setting it aside and reaching for a firmer one. “You know what happens when you break the rules, do you not?”

You squeal when the firmer touch reaches you, laughing hard and squirming beneath him, hearing him moan. “Please!”

“Please what?” He nearly growls, spreading your lips as he focuses his ministrations to a more sensitive area.

You shriek, yanking at your hands. “Let me cum! Please!”

He tosses the feather aside and yanks his trousers down, filling you roughly while his lips find yours, barely letting you breathe as he rocks his hips into you. “You’re soaking for me, my dove, all from some teasing?” He moans, thumb finding your clit and his free hand pinning your wrists down so you can’t attempt to reach for him anymore. “Let go for me darling, let me feel you around my cock.”

“Sherlock!” You cry out, releasing hard and registering him letting go with you. You gasp for breath as he stays inside you, fingers swiftly untying your wrists and kissing each one.

“Are you alright, darling?” He watches you carefully, searching for any pain or distress.

You shake your head. “I’m fine,” You smile shyly, leaning into his palm as he strokes your cheek. “I didn’t realize a bit of tickling would have that affect on me.”

He chuckles, nosing you gently. “They don’t consider me the best detective in the world for nothing.” He grins as you laugh, gently stroking your hair. “Perhaps we need a bit more… research to test it’s effectiveness.”

You smirk, seeing the playful spark in his eyes. “Perhaps we do.”

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ticklshalien · 1 month

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Hello!!! 🪐 I’m Star the Ticklish Alien, and this is my self indulgent art blog! (＾Ｏ＾☆♪~ ♡︎

A bit about Star:

My pronouns are He/Him (they/them accepted!)

Star was born from a Star, and now travels the universe, collecting fun trinkets to decorate his ship :D

My favorite color is periwinkle! But I also really love pink!

I’m neurodivergent!

I don’t use labels to define my sexuality, but I do have a romantic and sexual lean towards boys! (๑╹ω╹๑ ) I’m also trans!

This is an art blog so obviously I’m an artist, but I also write!

I often go by many space themed names/nicknames, but Star is my main name!

FANDOMS Star is in/FAV characters: Haikyuu, Jujutsu kaisen (not for long..all the deaths are hurting my feelings), Blue lock, Sgt frog, Marvel, Spiderman, MLP, CookieRun Kingdom!, Ironman, studio Ghibli, Genshin Impact, Etc.

Loves!!: Sharks, Space, Tickles, Trains, art, BL/MLM, boys :3, socks, pink, stickers, LPS, MLP, watching anime, fantasy, Etc.

Dislikes: bullies, weirdos who don’t respect my boundaries, trolls, vegetables…,bugs, working, taxes!!!! Loud noises! Etc.

A bit about my blog:

This is a self indulgent blog! Which means self indulgent themes and interest will be posted here!

I am a BL artist, so you will see lots of boys love themes, but also trans themes, neurodivergent themes, and other queer themes, but mostly BL! I’m fluid in basically everything I do, so this reflects a lot in my work like fem themes, masc themes, or androgynous/nonbinary themes! So expect LOTS bc I have LOTS!! And I mean lots…

This is SFW and NSFW! So No Minors allowed!

Like my name says I’m a ticklish alien! Tickling is one of my biggest, and longest had hyperfixation! I love playful tickles, comfort tickles, platonic tickles, and spicy tickles all evenly! Tickling isn’t just one thing for me, but again it is one of my biggest fixations so it’ll appear here lots! amongst of course some other big fixations like space for example! :3 if that makes you uncomfy please just leave! I’m normal, and hurting no one! idc if it’s weird to you! BE RESPECTFUL

I write fanfics, draw art, write stories/thoughts, and repost stuff I like!

I will also just post my daily thoughts, or rants (which will be tagged so you can ignore if you’d like!)

o(｀ω´ )oStars Rules!!!🪐

NO minors

NO unsolicited Pictures, or sexual DMS please!

I’d love to make friends! But please don’t be weird…Im an alien with feelings!!

This is a safe space for me, so please be respectful!

Consent is very important so please ask, before you do!

Don’t force everything to be sexual! While I’m open and okay with it, it’s not all I want to indulge in sometimes I just want some nice comfy SFW content!

I always prefer to be friends or just have talked a bit before anything!

I am not afraid to block people to protect my safe space, so please be nice to me and others if you don’t want to be blocked! (●´ω｀●)

Thank you for reading about me and my fun interests! Thank you also for reading all of this, and respecting me and my boundaries!! I appreciate it sm ♡︎ MWAH

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tastybluesprite · 6 months

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Wake up Nagi

Ok so I got this idea from when me and my dad were raking the leaves yesterday. Originally I planned it to be a lee!Reo story, but I kinda liked the angle I went with here lol. So have some lee!Nagi and ler!Reo instead! Hope you enjoy 🫶

Warnings: This is a tickle fic so if that’s not your thing keep scrolling, mild amount of cussing.

Summery: Reo attempts to get Nagi out of bed to rake the leaves. But what happens when the snow hair refuses to get out of bed?

“Come on Nagi it’s time to get up!” Reo Mikage called out to him as he attempted to shake Nagi awake. Lord knows how long this guy could sleep for if not for Reo making sure he’s up.

“Hmm~? But it’s Saturday~ I don’t wanna get up yet.” Nagi said lazily, rolling himself over under the covers.

Reo tried pulling the blanket off him, but unfortunately for him, and fortunately for Nagi, the snow haired boy had a strong grip.

“Nagi I said I’d come over to help rake the leaves with you didn’t I?” The purple haired tried reasoning.

“When have you ever raked leaves? No offense but don’t you live in a big pent house?” Nagi mumbled through his sleepiness.

Reo huffed. While yes it’s true he lived in a pent house, which meant he didn’t exactly have a backyard, he still understood the basics of it all. He wasn’t clueless dammit!

“That’s not the point Nagi. I came here because I agreed to help you rake the leaves. Remember? You went on about how much of a pain it was, and I said I’d do it with you to get it done faster.”

Nagi sighed, but didn’t answer, hoping if he ignored him, Reo might leave him alone.

However Reo did not leave him alone. In fact he continued trying to get his lazy butt out of bed.

“Nagi come on! Don’t go lazy on me now! It’s going to start snowing soon and the leaves will get all wet, and they’ll stick to the grass and get all muddy.”

Nagi continued to ignore.

“Hey…” Reo began, “hey Nagi…” Reo poked at the cocoon of the blanket, hoping it would get his attention.

He then heard a soft squeak coming from under the covers, the figure squirming a bit.

A wide grin grew on Reos face and he had an Idea.

��Nagiii~” He teased, continuing to poke around at the blanket covered figure, watching as it squirmed more and more. Small whining sounding from under.

Soon he heard something he didn’t think he’d ever hear from Seishiro Nagi. Soft giggles began spilling out from under the blanket. The squirming from him only increased more and more.

“Awww is somebody a little ticklish?” Reo cooed with a grin

Nagi only squirmed more and his giggles became more prominent.

“N-nohohoho…” came a voice from under the blanket.

Reo saw a little gap in the bottom of the blanket where part of it was tucked under the snow haired boy, revealing a small part of a pajamaed back.

Reo, smirking, snuck a hand in, going under the pajama sweater, and spidering directly at the warm skin of his side.

“HehEHEhehey!! Nohohoho wahahahait!!!”

Nagis soft giggles became squeakier and his squirms turned to thrashing as he tried using his body to throw Reos hand off. Unfortunately it was stuck under.

“Are you going to get up and help me rake your damn leaves then?” Reo asked, with mock sternness.

When he got no answer, Reo reached around and went for scribbling lightly at his pale, bare belly.

“NahHaHAhHaha WAHahaIT!!!” Nagi squealed, curling in on himself as much as he could. “NOhoHOhoHot ThEHEhehre!!!”

“Where..? Here?” Reo asked with a grin, squeezing lightly at his soft abdomen to emphasize, earning him a few yelps from Nagi as he curled in tighter, almost trapping Reos hand in.

Reo had stopped his hand, but apparently his hand just being there was enough to tickle Nagi as more squeaky giggles spilled out of his mouth.

“RehEheho nOhoho moHOhore!!” Nagi cried, gripping at Reos arm, that was still buried in. Reo couldn’t help but giggle himself. “But Nagi my hand is stuck. You’re gonna have to uncurl yourself so I can get it out.”

Nagi shook his head frantically as he giggled harder, desperately pulling at the arm.

Reo couldn’t help finding this endearing. “Seriously Nagi it is! I promise I’m not going to tickle you, I just want to pull it out.”

Nagi hesitated, and then slowly uncurled himself.

Unfortunately Reo was not a man of his word. As soon as he was free, taking advantage of Nagis momentarily relaxed form, he jumped onto Nagi, straddling him on the bed.

“Hah! Gotcha!” Reo cried, his hands, once again slipping under the sweater, and going to town on his stomach, squeezing and scratching.

Nagi squealed and threw his head back, cackling as he tried, yet failed to push his arms away. Now that he couldn’t protect himself anymore, it tickled a whole lot more.

“Holy shit Nagi… maybe a ‘little ticklish’ was an understatement.” Reo said with a smirk.

“SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP AHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“I’ll stop if you promise to help me rake the leaves~” Reo offered.

“NEHEHEHEVEHER!!” Nagi shot back.

“Since when were you so stubborn?” Reo teased, grinning at how flushed the boys face was. “Fine then… maybe this will do the trick…”

Reo stopped tickling his stomach, and reached behind to squeeze at his thighs. “NYAHAHAHAHA WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHREHE!!!” Nagi shrieked. Reo didn’t think he ever heard Nagi sounding this hysterical.

“Woah jackpot!” He cried as he continued squeezing.

When he found a particularly big ball of nerves on his inner thighs, that’s when Nagi finally gave up.

“EHEHEHEOHOHAKAHAHEHEY FIHIHIHINE IHIHIHI WIHIHILL!!!” Nagi shrieked with his hysterical laughter.

Reo finally stopped to let him breathe, getting off of him.

“Th-thahahat wahahas ehehevil…” Nagi groaned through excess giggles, hugging his legs to his chest.

After Nagi calmed down, he finally got up to get dressed.

When the two were finally outside, they had started on making leaf piles.

Suddenly, Nagi had pushed Reo into one of the bigger piles, burying the two of them with leaves.

“H-hey! Nagi!!! W-wAhahahahahait nononohohohoho!!!” Reo squealed, trying to push him off. Nagi had wormed his hands under his jacket, and latched onto Reos bare sides, leaving the purple haired boy squealing and squirming under him.

“This is revenge Reo. Now laugh for me.” Nagi said, satisfaction seasoning his voice.

Thanks for reading! 🙏❤️

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xxladyballadxx · 5 months

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Smokey Kisses

Eiji Arashiba x f! reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚Note: Just a fluff drabble with a little bit of spice involved ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚dividers by: @/cafekitsune˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

It drives you wild whenever Eiji leaves a trail of kisses on your neck, even a hickey. Kazuma had a bicker with his older brother at times, telling him off for doing it so openly in front of him. Poor Kagumi had to witness this, hiding his reddened face behind the pages of the book. Eiji carried you to his bedroom, laughing as Kazuma tsks and rolled his eyes in disgust.

Eiji kicked his door to close and plopped you down on the bed, crawling onto you to tickle your neck with his kisses. “Gosh, Eiji! That tickles!” You died in laughter, kicking your small feet.

“What? I can’t shower my girlfriend with all my love and affection?” Eiji continued to attack your neck with his smokey wet kisses. Your face drowned in joy, cheeks turning into a happy red faded colour. “I love to see you like this, babe.” Eiji pecked your lips, leaning his forehead against yours.

Oh how you love the sound of his sexy voice, making your tummy go all wild…

You cupped his face, inching yourself close to smash your lips towards his. You could taste the smoke across his lips, crawling down your tongue. You let out a low moan while Eiji’s lips were still on yours, feeling all the sensation flowing over your warming body.

Eiji hoisted you up against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist while you held his head. Deepening the kiss passionately. Eiji goes to your neck once again, sucking your skin as if he were kissing it intensely. You shrieked in small excitement, “E-Eiji..”

How lucky is Eiji Arashiba, the Hero Of Akatsuki, to have an amazing girlfriend like you in the whole world?

The two of you plopped on the bed, laying down next to each other with gazes wandering, “You’re so cute, you know that?” Says Eiji, squeezing your hand lovingly. His sky blue orbs locked on you. “I’m not cute.” Your cheeks are heated in a faded red hue.

“Yes, you are, my sweet cupcake.” Your boyfriend pinched your cheeks adorably. You faced the other way on the bed, covering your face in embarrassment as Eiji laughed at your cute reaction when he called you ‘sweet cupcake’. You turned to face him with that softening expression, your smile gleaming towards him. Eiji felt like he was seeing an angel right in front of him.

Eiji motioned his hand to the side of your face, his thumb caressing your cheek romantically. He leaned in to touch your lips with his. Your eyes closed slowly as he kissed you, tasting his breath of smoke. “I love you a lot, (Name). I am the luckiest man to have you. I can’t live without you.” Eiji professed, locking his gaze on you.

“I love you too, Eiji. You mean a lot to me and I can’t live without you.” As you expressed, you held his hand and pecked a quick kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek, your eyes not even looking away from his dazzling gaze.

He scooped closer to cuddle you, his arms crossed around you.

“My sweet, adorable cupcake.”

“My silly, charming dork.”

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a/n - my first ever Eiji Arashiba fanfic! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ Eiji is such a dork, I don't know how I've fallen for the likes of him!! I'll be sure to write more of him in the future! ^-^

UNTIL NEXT TIME 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

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#project scard #project scard praeter no kizu #eiji arashiba #arashiba eiji #project scard x reader #eiji arashiba x reader #eiji arashiba x you #just something sweet and short ꨄ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶#scar on the praeter #scar on the prater x reader #anime fanfic #anime x reader #praeter no kizu

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ticklish-n-stuff · 9 months

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🌸~My fave fics:

🌸Blue Lock🌸

The elephant in the room @/giggly-squiggly

Sore spot @/giggly-squiggily

A game of whodunnit @/giggly-squiggily

Heroes always save the day @/giggly-squiggily

Doodle boy @/giggly-squiggily

Of ogres and princesses @/giggly-squiggily

I think we can work this out @/giggly-squiggily

The most ticklish @/giggly-squiggily

Provocation and motivation @/tastybluesprite

Time to get up! @/lee-lucius

🌸Bungo stray dogs🌸

Delightfully indulgent @/helleboretks

Chu chu chuuya-san @/ticklygiggles

🌸DC🌸

Say it with me now... sleep! @/kourtniwritesagain

Time to wake up @/theritingraven

Near the wood fire @/nataliewritez

Lee!Tim & ler!Kon @/tickletastic

Call for help @/tickletastic

Okay, but who do you main in mario kart? @/tickletastic

Angsty @/13phantom13angel13

🌸Demon slayer🌸

Tktober day #6: chase @/duckymcdoorknob

I'm (not) ticklish @/mystwrites

🌸Enstars🌸

Comfort @/sunlit-tickles

Curiosity kills Arashi @/sunlit-tickles

🌸Genshin impact🌸

Lee! Aether & lers! Xiao and Kazuha @/italeean

Sakura x Kazuha @/italeean

Relax, it's just a massage @/lilianlay

A quiet new years @/fanfic-chan

Down bad for Wanderer @/silentprincesstickles

Tan lines @/keru0

You are loved @/keru0

Wake up~ @/keru0

Wonderous ways @/nataliewritez

Bubbles @/lovelynim

Lovely bastard @/lovelynim

Nature's embrace @/lovelynim

Drunken love @/lovelynim

Thomato tickle fight @/xsezzie

Scaramouche x reader @/ticklygiggles

A baton and a magic wand @/aticklishpercivalwriter

Ticklish interrogation @/wertzunge

🌸Jujutsu Kaisen🌸

Relaxing time @/wertzunge

Nari's bakery @/ticklystuff

A simple question @/mystwrites

Just trust me @/giggly-squiggily

🌸My hero academia🌸

Love language @/ticklishfiend

Meanwhile, at the Fatgum agency @/rosileeduckie

🌸Obey me!🌸

Tickletober day #1: Anticipation @/giggle-bee

🌸Tokyo revengers🌸

Taught a lesson @/infrequent-creator

#my absolute faves #im doing this for my own convenience lmao #ill add more as they keep coming back to me

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catz4ever · 2 years

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Brother Day fanfic

"Edge of Darkness"

Chapter 16: "Secrets"

*Here it is as promised! No warnings for this chapter!

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*This one is intense...I hope you all enjoy it!

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Laying next to your new husband, you felt more safe and loved than you had ever experienced before. Beads of sweat had formed on Day's forehead and the reflection of the moonlight from above gave the illusion of a beautiful iridescent glow. Pulling back the sheets to his hips, you glanced down the length of his lean and toned form, admiring every curve and line each muscle made under his skin. He chuckled and tenderly wove his fingers through your dark locks of hair. You began to stroke the small patch of hair on his upper chest as you always did, watching his pectoral muscles rise and fall as he breathed.

"See something you like, your highness?..." he asked playfully. You laughed along with him and planted several small kisses near his collar bone.

"They are too numerous to name, Empire…" you replied, winking at him.

"You flatter me…," he said, curving the side of his mouth into an amused grin. He walked his hand down your abdomen and settled just above your navel. He attentively and carefully massaged the skin where your belly slightly distended outward. You watched with great longing as he tended to your unborn child so delicately.

"I almost forgot we aren't completely alone now," he said softly, in almost a whisper. He slid down towards the foot of the bed so his head rested close to your hip bone. He continued to marvel at the small bump and kissed it softly and slowly. You placed your hand on the back of his head as he continued. You giggled as the ridges of the surface of his lips tickled your skin.

"You're already a good father, Cleon. I can rest soundly at night knowing our little one is protected and loved by you," you said quietly to him. He looked up at you, his eyes glistening slightly, and smiled.

"I don't really know what it means to be a father," he said, resting his chin on your thigh. You sat up on your elbows to get closer to him.

"Of course you do. You cared for Dawn when he was an infant and helped nurture him," you said kindly to him.

"I did yes, but I did not create him. He was just the continuation of a long line of clones. I've never had my own child before," he replied with a frown. You lifted his head with your hand and stroked his cheek.

"Neither have I…this is new for both of us. It's normal to feel unsure and afraid…change can be frightening," you said, trying to reassure him. Day leaned in and kissed you tenderly.

"But it can also be a light. It is my hope that our child will help the galaxy see that the empire is willing to shift in a different direction," he said to you with a smile.

"The beginning of a new era…" you replied, pulling the sheets over the both of you. Day moved you close to his chest and kissed your forehead.

"Indeed it will be," he said. Tucking your head beneath his chin, you sighed and began to drift off into a deep sleep. You could feel the muscles in his cheek flex as he smiled down at you. His eyes also grew tired and before long, the two of you were fast asleep.

A calm and steady breeze woke you pleasantly in the morning as the sun rose above the horizon. Day had already gotten up, leaving the bed next to you empty. Dressing yourself with a long blue gown made of silk, you made your way to the balcony. You could see a good distance down the shoreline below and spotted the emperor talking with a man who looked to be Obrecht. He seemed agitated and slightly worried as you observed from his body language. Without hesitation, you quickly turned and made your way down the winding stairs of the tower and out onto the sand of the beach. As you inched closer, you could see that it was indeed Obrecht who had been speaking with Day. Before you reached them, the emperor put his hand on his shadow master's shoulder and bid him farewell. As he walked toward the landing ramp of the ship he had taken to travel here, he turned and noticed you. He politely stepped forward and bowed in your direction.

"My lady. Please forgive my intrusion," he said to you, and made his way into the ship. You watched as the craft hovered and took off in the direction of the palace. Turning to Day, you could see concern and anger in his eyes.

"What was that about? Is everything alright?" you asked. He looked down at the ground silently and didn't answer at first. Placing your hand gently on his cheek you tried to give him a weak smile.

"It's nothing to be concerned about," he replied, pulling you close to him in an embrace.

"Your shadow master wouldn't make a personal trip during our honeymoon if there wasn't something wrong," you said, trying to get him to talk. He exhaled deeply and took your hand in his.

"There's no hiding anything from you, is there?" he asked, laughing quietly to himself, "come. You'll find it best to sit down when you hear what I have to say."

He led you inside the main entrance of the building and sat down next to you on one of the lounging sofas in the main hall. Taking your hands in his, he tried to smile but the corner of his mouth trembled.

"I had hoped you would sleep through Obrecht's visit so I could save this until after our honeymoon was over. But seeming as you will pry, I feel I have no choice but to discuss this with you now," he explained to you, his eyes slightly glistening.

"I'm sure whatever you have to tell me I can handle, Cleon," you replied. He looked deep into your eyes and his face became firm and serious.

"You must promise me that you will not become so upset that it puts stress on our child," he said to you. Although concerned, you nodded in approval.

"I promise," you said in response. He let out a deep exhale and pursed his lips before speaking.

"A well-informed source of ours has reported that Anacreon activity in the outer rim once again," he said to you, "they have shifted the focus to a new system."

"I don't understand, I thought they had laid siege to Thespis?" you asked, confused as to where the emperor was going with this.

"Indeed they have and are continuing to do so. But reports have confirmed their focus has shifted to Arcturus. It has become a new target and a blockade has been established around the moons orbiting the planet," he explained.

"Why would they do this? It doesn't make any sense…" you replied in disbelief.

"Word has reached them that a young woman rescued from the planet during their previous attack was taken to Trantor. They know that I've wed and taken an Arcturian as my wife. They see you as a threat and in retaliation, have set up this blockade," he said, worry ridden across his face. You felt anger and fear building at the same time in the pit of your stomach.

"And how exactly were they privy to this information? Most of the galaxy knows of the marriage but very few know who I am," you said to him.

"We aren't entirely sure. That's what we're trying to sort out right now. Obrecht is handling this while I'm away," he said to you.

"Send the military fleet. Stop this before it escalates" you said with a demanding tone.

"Absolutely not. I will not be the one to start a war in my own galaxy," he explained to you.

"This isn't just any planet Cleon…IT'S MY HOME. And you're just going to let this happen and do nothing?" you shot back, raising your voice.

"There is nothing I can do, Rayla. Don't you understand? They want a reaction from the empire. And there is another problem," he said back to you in a surprisingly calm manner.

"What else could possibly be worse?" you asked, letting go of his hand and moving it aside.

"We have reason to believe someone on Trantor, under the concealment of an unknown identity, has been relaying information from a prisoner being held by the imperium," he said, his voice shaking.

"....Esme…." you said quietly.

"Yes…" he replied, "someone within the walls of my palace has chosen to conspire with her. Once again, I have been deceived."

"This person, whoever they are, must know several private things about us that could be devastating if passed on. What if…" you paused for a moment and held your stomach with both hands, tears streaming down your face,"what if they discover my condition?...they could tell anyone and…I'd lose both of you…I cannot do that, Cleon…please don't ask me to endure that…"

The emperor reached out his hands and cupped your cheeks between both of them, wiping the droplets from your skin.

"I'm not. Which is why, as a precaution, I've decided to move her execution date up to the day after we return," he said to you kindly.

"But what about my people?…we can't just abandon them…we have to do something. I will not sit by and allow this atrocity to happen…I'm begging you, please….send a fleet to their aide…," you pleaded, eyes once again filling with tears.

"There is nothing I can do, Rayla," he replied, shaking his head.

"You were quick to send help to Thespis, why should Arcturus be any different?" you said, standing up in protest.

"Yes I sent a fleet to Thespis. And do you remember what happened? They were obliterated! I will not risk more unnecessary loss for the sake of just a few," he said back to you, almost shouting.

"If I was on that planet right now you'd send your entire military after me without question!!!" you yelled, feeling your temper rise even more. Day's face twisted into a familiar angry scowl, and he too stood up, towering over you.

"Of course I would! Did it ever occur to you that maybe I'm trying to protect my family?! Don't you think for a second I would make a decision that endangers you and our unborn child!! You can be so damn irrational sometimes Rayla...I really don't understand it," he said moving closer to you, his frown unwavering.

"You let your pride and ego get to your head. Perhaps that is why so many doubt the imperium. When the time comes to take action, they can't find their left from their right, and the galaxy suffers," you replied. His eyes widened angrily and you watched as the large vein crossing his forehead became more visible.

"The Cleonic dynasty has made many unfortunate mistakes in the past, but I'm trying to make up for our short-comings now by choosing to withhold violence. You have no idea how heavily these choices weigh on my conscience! You may be my wife, but you still have a lot to learn when it comes to imperial rule and the way I choose to run things!!!" he snapped back, backing you up against the wall.

"YOU'RE A COWARD!" you screamed.

"A COWARD?! IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK OF ME??!! IF ABSTAINING FROM AGGRESSIVE ACTION TO AVOID WAR IS COWARDLY, SO BE IT!! Perhaps I should have left you to die and bleed out the day I found you on that god-forsaken planet. I'd be spared from this pointless conversation!" he yelled back at you. His words stung, and you could see in his face, he immediately regretted what he had said. In anger, you raised your hand and struck him across the cheek, hard enough to force his head to turn.

"I suppose I am one of your mistakes then, Empire," you said back, your voice shaking with pain and hurt. His eyes started to water and you could tell he was holding back tears.

"...don't twist my words…I didn't mean…" he said, but you cut him off.

"Didn't mean what?! You made it very clear what you meant!!" you shouted back and turned to leave. You felt his hand firmly grasp your arm, keeping you from walking any further.

"Rayla…please…," he said softly to you, his lip trembling slightly. You took hold of his arm and forcefully released his hand from its grip.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" you screamed. He desperately tried to reach out to you tenderly, pleading for forgiveness, but you slapped his hands out of the way and ran out of the room. Making your way down the staircase, you could hear Day following close behind, easily keeping pace with you.

"Rayla…wait!" he shouted. Once on the beach, you ran until you couldn't any more. As you cried, it made breathing difficult and you collapsed on your knees close to the shoreline. Crossing your arms you laid in a fetal position and could do nothing but weep quietly yourself. The gentle waters of the lake dampened the sand as it inched towards you, tickling your toes. Taking some of the sand in your hand, you closed your eyes and thought of home. The little particles of sediment flowed between your fingers and you could almost feel the desert sun on your face. Before you opened your eyes, you felt two large arms lift you from the ground. Soon, you could hear Day's sobs and felt his body jerk slightly as he cried. He sat there on the shore, holding you close to his chest while stroking the side of your face.

"...please forgive me…I'm so sorry…Rayla…please…," he said in-between his tears. You opened your eyes and looked up at him, his dark green eyes staring back at you, kind and full of regret. Without hesitation, you buried your face in his shoulder and continued to cry.

"...what have I done?... I've wounded you so deeply…after all you've been through…I…," he could no longer speak and cupped the back of your head gently as he continued to cry. You lifted the palm of your hand to his face and forced a small smile. Realizing you were just as much at fault for the argument, you could no longer stay angry with him.

"Words said during the heat of anger, never come from the heart…," you said softly to him," I know you didn't mean it."

A large smile of relief came across his face and he let out a timid laugh through his tears.

"Of course I forgive you…and Cleon?.... You are not a coward…I never should have called you that," you said, starting to whimper slightly as the tears continued to fall.

"All is forgiven my love," he replied, smiling down at you.

"You are the bravest man I know…and you've risked everything including your life to protect and love me…I have caused you great insult. I mistook your fierce devotion for hesitation," you said. You glanced up at the red mark your hand had left behind when you struck him. The skin was slightly raised and red from the impact. You gasped and felt ashamed for hitting him so hard. There was a small gash close to his eye where one of your fingernails had grazed him. Ripping a piece of cloth from your dress, you wetted the fabric and gently dabbed the open wound, trying to clean it for him.

"My poor Cleon…I should not have assaulted you so violently…," you said to him, continuing to tend to his face. He took hold of your arm and smiled.

"I disagree…I do believe I deserved that…," he replied. The both of you laughed together and he stood up, still holding your body close to his.

"Perhaps you did, but it still needs tending to and maybe a couple of stitches. Getting an infection while on our honeymoon would be less than ideal," you said in response.

"Indeed. That would be most unfortunate. Very well doctor, I cannot refuse when you insist so fervently," he said, carrying you along the beach, his bare feet leaving large tracks in the sand below.

Once back inside the retreat building, you had him lay down on one of the sofas, his injured cheek exposed towards you. You filled a basin with warm water and soaked a fresh cloth to clean the gash. You carefully began to wipe away dried blood and stray pieces of dirt. He flinched a few times and squirmed slightly at your touch. Placing your hand on his chest you gave him a mischievous look.

"I haven't even begun to sew this up and you're already having trouble sitting still," you said to him jokingly. He laughed and tried to position himself better so you could have closer access. You continued to tend to the opening in his skin and once again he flinched.

"Damn it woman, that stings!" he replied, raising his voice and chuckling to himself.

"Cleon…you need to stop moving!" you said, laughing along with him. You curved the side of your mouth into an amused grin. Before he could react, you quickly climbed onto his stomach and straddled him, your weight forcing him to lay motionless. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and sighed happily.

"Well doctor, I wasn't aware of this medical strategy," he teased.

"I only use it on my most unruly patients," you flirted back at him. Taking the cloth back to his face, you resumed cleaning the open wound. When you had finished, you used a sanitizing pen from a kit you had found in the bedroom and sprayed the gash carefully. Day closed his eyes in discomfort and gritted his teeth.

"Shhh…I'm almost done," you cooed. You gently brushed back the loose strands of hair that had fallen on his face. Taking the suture set from the kit you carefully took the needle and pulled a long strand of thread through the eye. Tying a large knot at the end you prepared to insert the needle into his skin.

"This will hurt a little bit, but it's imperative that you lay still," you said softly to him. He smiled up at you, kissing the palm of your other hand and nodded. Slowly, you inserted the tip of the needle to make the first stitch and pulled the thread through to connect the separated edges of the gash. You continued to suture the wound, sewing the skin together in neat even rows, closing the opening. To ensure the injury was completely clear of bacteria, you used the sanitizing pen one last time.

"There. Good as new. The stitches should dissolve in a week or so," you said to him. He grinned and placed both of his hands on your hips, and stared at your stomach.

"Thank you…," he said quietly and began to stroke the lower part of your abdomen.

"What is it?" you asked, reaching down and combing your hands through his hair while leaning on his chest.

"…I'm just trying to imagine what they'll be like…our child," he said lovingly. You laughed quietly and placed your hands on top of his.

"What do you think it is?" you asked. He gave you a quizzical look.

"You mean the gender?" he asked in response. You nodded.

"I think it's a boy," you said to him, but he shook his head," you disagree?"

"It's definitely a girl," he said quickly.

"So sure already, Empire?" you said.

"I can feel it in my bones my dearest," he replied, " I know all there is about infant boys, thanks to Dawn. But I've always wanted a little girl."

"Well then, I guess we'll find out who's right in a couple of months," you said to him. He laughed and made room for you to lay next to him on the sofa. He kissed you tenderly and held your head close to his chest while caressing your stomach.

"Indeed we shall," he replied.

The honeymoon week, although relaxing and refreshing, soon came to an end. As servants arrived at the cliff side to help you pack your things for the journey home, you stood on the balcony with your hands on your stomach. Feeling Day touch the small of your back you looked up at him smiling.

"I've been thinking…Cleon…when the time comes, I'd like to have our baby here on the lakeside…it's quiet, peaceful and a good distance from the palace…" you said, leaning your head close to his shoulder.

"I couldn't agree more…I had hoped you'd consider this part of Trantor as the perfect location for the birth of our child," he said, kissing the top of your head.

"How very thoughtful of you, husband," you said. He took your hand in his and led you to the ship waiting on the beach for your departure.

As you and Day returned to the palace, Mal and Day's brothers were waiting anxiously near the landing platform. After pleasantries were exchanged, you lifted Mal and balanced him on your hip. 'i missed you!' he signed to you. 'I missed you too, Mal! You were good for Dawn, yes?' you signed back. He nodded and wrapped his arms around your neck in a warm embrace. As you continued to talk to Mal, you saw Dusk pull his middle brother aside, a more serious look on his face.

"Preparations have been made for the procedure. Are you positive you want to change her sentencing?" Dusk asked, trying to be discreet. Day nodded in approval and placed his hand on Dusk's shoulder.

"I'm sure, brother. We want to send a clear message," he said sternly.

"Very well," Dusk replied, giving Day an approving smile. The emperor walked back over to you and ruffled Mal's hair.

"And how has our friend faired in our absence?" he asked, while you translated for the boy. Mal signed back 'Dawn and I have finished building our spaceship. Would you like to see it?!' he asked excitedly.

"Indeed I would! Let Rayla and I get unpacked and you can tell me all about it, how does that sound?" asked day. Mal nodded and laughed as Day tickled his sides. You set the boy down and took your husband's arm, following the servants back into the palace as they carried your luggage. Once in your and Day's bedroom, you dismissed the servants.

"We can handle things from here…thank you," you said to them. They bowed and exited the chamber, leaving the two of you alone. You began to unpack your belongings, folding the clothes into neat piles.

"Am I correct in assuming Esme will not be executed tomorrow?" you asked boldly. Day stopped in his tracks and stood in silence, looking down at the floor.

"That is correct, yes," he responded rather coldly.

"You're just going to let her live and roam free then? After all she's done…" you replied.

"Not exactly," he said softly.

"She's committed treason, she almost killed me and our unborn child! And now she's responsible for the suffering of my people. How could you?! She deserves to suffer for what she's done!!" you said back to him, raising your voice. He stood there in almost an eerie silence for what seemed like ages.

"...believe me, she will,..." he said, his face emotionless. His words made you shiver and for a moment as you caught a glimpse of the old emperor you first met in the deserts of Arcturus. The tone of his voice was almost cruel and vengeful and his gaze was cold and angry.

"I don't understand,..." you said timidly.

"I will not give her the satisfaction of becoming a martyr for Anacreon…some fates are far worse than death," he replied. You gave him a confused look.

"What are you talking about, Cleon?" you asked, turning towards him with concern. He exhaled deeply and offered his hand with a weak smile.

"I'll show you…," he replied. He led you down the winding hallways until you entered the prison hall where you had last spoken with Esme. Instead of walking towards her cell, he turned and walked with you down a dark corridor. At the end of the passage, you both came to a sealed door, with a row of guards posted on each side. He waved his hand in front of a scanner near the door, triggering the latch to release the locking mechanism. Stepping into the chamber, you found yourself in a room of darkened cells that surrounded the two of you in a circular pattern. He turned to you and touched the side of your face tenderly.

"I'll warn you now, what I'm about to show you is slightly unnerving and maybe a bit of a shock," he said.

"Show me…," you replied with confidence. He gave you a look of apprehension.

"Very well…," he replied and turned to com in the center of the room, "Computer, bring prisoner 176 into view."

The darkened cells around the room started to rotate slowly and stopped a few seconds later. The computer spoke as the room stopped its movement: "Prisoner 176. Automated cell A3756, Age 21. Female. Azura Odili. Criminal of the Imperium. Sentence. Life in automated sensory deprivation confinement for high treason and conspiracy."

When it had finished the inscription, a green light brightened the room and a young woman's body came into view, dressed in black modest undergarments. You stepped back and gasped in horror. Attached to her head were several leads, reading her brain function. You realized she was submerged in some kind of fluid, as there was a breathing mouthpiece over her nose and lips. She was hooked up to a machine with numerous tubes and wires and in her right forearm, a large waterproof I.V. had been installed. The shroud lifted revealing her eyes… lifeless and blank, the irises a pale white shade as if the color had been erased. The sounds of the different devices beeping and moving within the cell made you sick to your stomach. You put your hand over your mouth and felt tears stream down your face in fear.

"... Cleon…what is this?..." you asked him, your voice trembling.

"This is one of the many automated cells in the imperial solitary confinement chamber. It is reserved for the more high profile criminals of the empire. She is alive, but all five of her senses have been denied to her. She cannot move, taste, smell, see, hear or touch. But she has full brain function and awareness mentally," he said to you.

"…she's just a child…what has she done to deserve such cruelty?..." you asked, turning to him in disbelief. He looked down at you, a cold scowl on his lips and paused before speaking.

"She took everything from me…," he said. You could see his eyes glisten angrily with sorrow.

"What are you talking about?" you asked.

"Over a year ago, a young woman, a gardener, took advantage of my youngest brother and exposed a genetic flaw in the imperial line…her treachery cost Dawn his life…," he explained to you.

"But Dawn is fine,...I don't understand," you replied.

"The Dawn you know is Cleon the 15th…," he said.

"But you're the 13th in line…that's not possible…unless… he replaced the 14th after his death," you replied, reaching for Day's cheek. He nodded but could no longer hide the tears and allowed them to fall from his eyes.

"Why haven't you told me this before?" you asked.

"How could I? You have grown so close to the younger brother I have now…and the guilt I feel for what happened…it still tears me apart inside," he replied, holding you close to his chest. You allowed him to hold you for a while longer before turning back to Azura's cell. You reached out and touched the glass with curiosity.

"Is this the punishment you have chosen for Esme then?" you asked. Day stepped forward and placed his hand on your shoulder.

"Yes," he replied.

"I would like to be present for her induction," you said coldly. You turned around to face the emperor again.

"As you wish. I will warn you now, it is not a pleasant process to witness," he said to you, lifting your chin to meet your gaze.

"I understand," you said to him, giving a weak smile. He shut down the cell lights, allowing the system to lower Azura's cell into the darkness below. He offered his arm and led you out of the chamber and into the light of the main dungeon hallway.

The following morning, you dressed, preparing yourself for Esme's induction. You chose a dark blue gown with silver trim in a hue similar to that of your husband's usual attire. Wrapping the beautiful cloak the other Cleon brothers had given you around your shoulders, you looked in the mirror. You hardly recognized your own reflection. Day entered the room in his long ceremonial robes, his chest adorned with the all too familiar blue plated armor. He smiled warmly when he looked at you while securing the silver aura to your wrist.

"You look too ethereal to be attending a sentencing," he said jokingly, kissing your forehead,"are you ready?"

"I am," you said to him as he took your arm carefully so as to not activate the energy field of either of your auras. The two of you entered the throne room and he walked you to the side of the middle of the three thrones on the platform. Dawn and Dusk stood on both sides next to you and the emperor. In the middle of the aisleway on her knees was Esme, her hair braided to the side and her hands tightly bound behind her. Day raised his hand, pointing two fingers to silence the murmuring crowd. He stepped forward and made eye contact with the lowly Anacreonian.

"Esme…daughter of Anacreon. You will be pleased to hear that the bodies of your brothers have been safely delivered to your home planet," he said to her.

"You honored my request? How very unlike the imperium to show such an act of kindness to one they deem a traitor," she responded snidely. You saw a fiery anger flash in Day's eyes and he slowly made his way down the stairs. Walking in a slow circle around her, he continued to speak.

"Do not patronize me with your false sense of gratitude. If it were not for the merciful pleading of my wife, they would be a pile of ash," he snapped back at her. Esme looked up at you, seemingly surprised that you had convinced Day to honor her request.

"Then to what do I owe this most unexpected audience with the emperor?" she asked.

"We have reason to believe you have been relaying messages to the outer rim of this galaxy by means of an unnamed informant," he told her, continuing to pace around her.

"And your proof, Empire?" she asked.

"Anacreonian leadership have recently reached out and informed my officer of defense that they have Arcturus surrounded with a blockade. Apparently they know that I have taken an Arcturian for my wife and plan to use this offensive action as a plot for revenge," he explained to her. She smiled proudly up at him.

"It's no more than she deserves…that wife of yours is a traitorous outsider whose only purpose is to warm your bed…she is no consort…she is the emperor's mistress, no more no less," she said in response. Without hesitation, Day struck her hard across her cheek with the back of his hand, forcing blood to trickle from her nose and mouth. She violently spit some of her crimson saliva at his feet in retaliation and chuckled maniacally to herself.

"Insult my consort again, and I'll remove that foul tongue of yours myself," he said. Taking hold of her throat, he nearly lifted her from the ground. She struggled to breathe and pulled on her wrist restraints to try and free herself. Seeing he was slowly starting to cut off her air supply, you rushed down the stairs and stepped next to him, tenderly touching his arm.

"...Cleon…please…this isn't you…let her go…," you said, looking into his eyes. The rage in his eyes subsided slightly when he heard you speak and he slowly lowered Emse, eventually releasing his grip on her throat when she hit the floor, landing on her knees. She coughed as air filled her lungs again and she regulated her breathing. She looked up at you and for a split second, an expression of thanks crossed her face, but the angry scowl soon returned.

"It appears your new consort has more of a hold on you than I thought," she said to him.

"Indeed she has…which is why I have had a change of heart," he said in response, and resumed pacing her,"you have been charged with High treason, conspiracy, sabatoge, theft and abuse of Imperial property, impersonation of an imperial staff member, one count of forbidden communication with the Anacreonian military, conspiracy to assist in the blockade of Arcturus…," he said and paused for a minute.

"Anything else you'd like to add to my list of accusations?" She asked mockingly.

"Three counts of attempted murder of members of the imperial family…" he replied. She seemed confused by his last statement.

"I must have misheard you, Empire. I could have sworn you said three counts of attempted murder…I am only aware of two," she said in response.

"No. You heard correctly," he said with a twisted smile and pulled her by the collar of her shirt and brought her ear to his lips so only she could hear,"... while threatening Rayla, you also endangered the life of our unborn child. Soon you will experience the unyielding wrath of an angered father and the true meaning of revenge…I will make sure you suffer…"

She gasped in utter disbelief as he secured a mouth shroud to her lips and nose, keeping her from speaking but allowing her to breathe. She struggled in her cuffs and Day motioned for Obrecht to come forward to hold her still.

"In light of recent developments, your punishment has been altered. You will be detained in an automated cell, all of your senses will be incapacitated and you will be fed interveiniously. You will never see the light of day again and you will spend an eternity shrouded in darkness, unable to speak, taste, see, or hear. But you will be aware and you will have the rest of your life to remember what you have done. Instead of enjoying the satisfaction of martyrdom you will face unimaginable physical and psychological pain and torture," he said, his voice echoing across the hall. Esme tried screaming through her shroud but her voice was muffled. She struggled against Obrecht's hands and pulled hard on her restraints. The emperor stepped forward and lifted her chin so she was looking into his eyes.

"...it's no more than you deserve…," he said to her in a cruel tone. She screamed into the mouthpiece again and tried breaking free from her cuffs. He snapped his fingers and motioned to some of his guards. Take her down to the lower levels for procedure preparation. He turned and faced you, offering his hand to hold. You gladly took it and began to walk with the emperor to the observation arena. As you walked past Esme, she unexpectedly freed her wrists from behind her and grabbed the fabric of your dress desperately. For a moment you saw her eyes, full of fear and panic, and felt pity for her. Obrecht quickly pulled her away and removed her mouthpiece for a few seconds to attach a full shroud to the back of her head. As you worked to free yourself from her grip, you could hear her cries reverberate off the walls of the throne room.

"RAYLA…. PLEASE….DON'T LET HIM DO THIS TO ME…RAYLA…RAYLA!!! PLEASE!!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. You continued to walk next to Day, your heart breaking with each step. Finally, Obrecht was able to silence her with a quick tranquilizing injection and her pleas for help subsided. Sitting in the preparation arena, you looked into the procedure cell as many attendants and physicians checked various pieces of equipment. Moments later, Emse was brought into the room, now wide awake and wildly fighting Obrecht. She broke free for a few seconds and ran at the glass, sobbing and pounding hard on the barrier. She began to once again beg for mercy.

"PLEASE…TELL THEM TO KILL ME…PLEASE…RAYLA…HAVE MERCY…PLEASE…TELL HIM TO HAVE MERCY…PLEASE..!!!" she screamed. With tears in your eyes, you avoided her gaze and looked up at Day. He knew this was upsetting you, and held your hand firmly and tried reassuring you with a kind look from eyes. He raised his other arm and motioned for the technicians to proceed. It took four of the staff members to peel her away from the glass barrier and secure her limbs in the restraints of the cell. She protested and screamed as they struggled to force her into position. Finally, with her arms and legs firmly in place, one of the men began to prepare the I.V. device that would be relaying nutrients to her body to keep her alive. Finding a large vein in her forearm, he sanitized the skin before inserting an abnormally long needle into her arm. Esme screamed in agony as the sharp point slowly entered her arm and kicked and writhed as much as she could, testing the strength of her restraints. A waterproof barrier was then secured over the needle by means of cauterizing the skin to the material. Her skin sizzled and smoked as it was attached to her arm, and she continued to scream at the top of her lungs, begging for her life. She screamed your name over and over again, but you did not waver and held firm to Day's hand as the process continued.

The emperor stood up slowly and approached the barrier as the technicians raised the restraining rack until it was level with his eyes. His face was expressionless, cold, and void of any emotion. He stared cruelly at her and leaned in until his nose was inches away from the glass. Her eyes met his and they were swollen from crying and filled with terror at the sight of the emperor. She was weeping uncontrollably and desperately looking for any sign of mercy in his face, but she saw none. He nodded in the direction of the lead physician, signaling him to resume with the procedure. Leads of various kinds were then attached to her temple and along the length of her spine. A similar facial shroud to that of Azura was secured to her face by means of serrated hooks that latched onto her skin, muffling the deafening volume of her screams. The rack that held her body slowly turned until she was horizontal to the floor of the cell, now unable to move as her limbs were paralyzed with a sirem the doctor had injected into her spine.

Sparks began to fly across the cell walls as they worked to secure the audio and visual blinder devices to her skull. With that, the entire group emptied the room, leaving Emse alone in the cell, her body hanging tightly by her restraints. Once the cell door closed behind them, the chamber began to fill with the same light green fluid you had seen in Azura's cell. Once it had filled to the ceiling, a series of loud tones chimed and the border of the cell lit up. The mechanism holding Esme's body slowly rotated with a deafening cranking noise until she was once again parallel to the glass in front of her. The cell chamber lit up and the visual shroud was temporarily removed by the machine, revealing a pair of pale white eyes, lifeless and cold. Day continued to stand there, tilting his head to the side slightly, examining his new prisoner.

"Well done, Obrecht, you may secure the cell," he said to his shadow master. As the lights dimmed in the chamber, you quietly made your way out of the observation room, unable to look into the cell in front of you. Day turned just in time to see you leave. Dusk made his way over to his middle brother and nudged his head in the direction you had gone.

"She needs you now…go and be with her. I'll finalize everything here," he said. Day nodded and quickly ran after you, following you into the imperial bedroom. He found you there, laid out on the bed, your back facing the door. You rested your head on your hands and cried quietly to yourself, holding tight to Mal's necklace. He took off the thick armor and lifted it over his shoulders, placing it on the floor. He quietly made his way over to the bedside, careful not to startle you. Sitting next to you he gently touched your shoulder, but you looked away shyly. He sighed deeply and started to get up and walk away, but you released your aura and took his hand.

"Please don't go…you...your presence is soothing," you said, whimpering. He tenderly lifted your head and cradled you in his arms. He didn't say anything, he just sat there and rocked you as you cried into his shoulder and kissed your forehead every once in a while.

"I know I said I wanted her to suffer…but after seeing her like that, I'm not so sure…," you said to him.

"I did try to warn you of the brutality of the induction process," he said, giving you a weak smile. You touched his cheek, and smiled back.

"I know you did, it's just…she was once my friend…and I, I didn't want…," you tried to explain, but Day finished your sentence.

"You didn't want her to be alone…a part of you still cared for her," he said, tears filling his own eyes as you nodded in agreement," and that is what I love about you, Rayla…you have such a kind and gentle heart, even for those undeserving of your compassion. Even me…"

You looked up at him and looked deeply and lovingly into his eyes, the beautiful deep ocean green irises staring back at you.

"Especially you…," you said to him, laughing a little bit. He raised his eyebrows in amusement and laughed along with you.

"There's that smile I love so much," he said tenderly to you. Lifting your head, he pressed his lips to yours and kissed you slowly and gently. He sprawled out on the mattress, still holding you close to his torso. The two of you eventually fell asleep as the sun sunk below the horizon.

Over the next several weeks, your father had made arrangements and found a midwife within the Trantorian medical system who was willing to discreetly monitor the health of you and your child as the pregnancy progressed. Each visit yielded positive results, and the development of the little one in your womb continued to go as planned. You had to work a little bit harder to hide your swollen belly, but it was worth the effort. You had returned home one evening from one of the more important developmental ultrasounds. Day was finishing up a meeting with the galactic council when you arrived, so you rested on a daybed near the edge of the balcony to wait for him while you read one of the many books from the imperial library.

An hour or so later, Cleon returned and closed the doors behind him. He walked up slowly to your side, carrying a familiar sealed container. He set the box down and caressed the small bump on your abdomen, and smiled.

"How is my little family?," he asked softly.

"We are doing just fine, Empire…." you paused for a moment before speaking again,"...your daughter is doing especially well…"

Day's mouth gaped open in disbelief.

"Wh…what did you just say?..."he said in response, his eyes watering.

"Your daughter, she's passed her health panel with flying colors. I thought you'd be pleased to hear that," you said to him. He took your hands, and looked into your eyes.

"My…my daughter?..." he asked excitedly. You nodded happily in response, feeling your own tears rolling down the skin of your cheeks.

"No...We…we're having a girl?..." he asked joyfully.

"We're having a little girl…" you said in response, crying along with him. He stood up, his hand covering his mouth and paced the room, laughing and crying at the same time. He ruffled his hair, unsure of what to say or do. Eventually he ran back over to you and lifted you into the air, spinning you around as he had on your wedding day. After setting you down he placed his hands on both sides of your belly and knelt before you. He resumed crying and kissed your unborn child where they were in your womb.

"Oh my sweet little daughter," he said and stood up again looking at you longingly, " and you…my beautiful wife…I'm at a loss for words."

"You were right, Cleon…I stand corrected," you teased.

"And now I am sadly outnumbered…," he said, still crying but overjoyed. He held you close to him and you cried together, cherishing the news and relishing in the realization that a tiny young princess was on the way.

"Oh Rayla…I love you so…I am the proudest man in the entire galaxy," he said to you, with a large smile on his lips.

"It is an honor to carry your child for you my sweet Cleon. I cannot wait to meet her…" you almost whispered to him.

"Neither can I,..." He said back and held you close once again. He took the small box he had brought and opened the lid revealing a fresh pile of ripened raspberries.

#lee pace #brother day #foundation #foundation apple tv #trantoriandream #edgeofdarkness

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husbandomail · 2 years

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I'm not sure if you've seen 07-ghost but it's an old anime and I've been in love with one character named Mikage Celestine since I first saw him on tv 😂😭. Also there's no trace of fanfics of him. So may I ask for Mikage x reader? Maybe where reader had a dark past and has grown apathetic and Mikage became their new light? Very self indulgent.

I may have taken the "new light" thing a bit literally lmao

For as long as you can remember, the world has been in black and white. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know that can’t possibly be right— it feels like you remember the cool shades of the sky, or the fiery red of your favorite sunset just at the edge of your thoughts. But, as frantically as you search your memories, you could never drag those colors back to the surface.

Maybe that was for the best, though. An optimistic outlook wouldn’t suit someone like you. Sprawled out on the grass just beyond campus boundaries— you can’t tell if it’s green, but it sure is itchy— you repeat that mantra over and over in your mind. If you say it enough times, that makes it true.

A breeze swirls past you, blades of grass tickling the side of your face, the wind alleviating some of the heat from the setting sun. Absently your hand delves into your pocket and closes around that knife you always carry; a personal weapon, a leftover tie to who you used to be. The memories may bite, but at least the weight is familiar.

There’s another round of rustling at your side, the air now heavy with the presence of a stranger. You don’t even glance his way as he collapses to the ground next to you.

“Another pretty one tonight,” he says in lieu of a greeting. You just lift your shoulders in a shrug and make a vague noise. Presumably he means the sunset— to you, it’s the same smear of gray you think it’s always been.

When you don’t properly say anything, the boy shifts, his voice drawing closer. “That’s pretty too— where’d you get it?” His gloved hand pops into your line of sight, pointing at your knife. Was it pretty—?

You finally turn your head to face him. When you lock eyes, all the air rushes out of your lungs.

His eyes are amber. In the glow of the sunset, the deeper shades of color flicker through those eyes like firelight. All at once you’re away of the dark, dewy green grass, and the sky behind the stranger melting from one blue to another as the day crawls to an end. The setting sun is so much warmer now that you can see its molten gold— but you’re almost convinced that all of that precious warmth is radiating from his smile. His eyes.

He’s still waiting for an answer.

You blink rapidly as you snap back to attention. Ah, he’d asked about your knife. You glance back down to where it rests comfortably in your hand. He was right— it really is beautiful. You’d always thought the handle was a plain white, but now you can see all its pearlescent glamour. The polished blade reflects the boy’s image as perfectly as a mirror. He’s still watching you with those emberlight eyes, completely unperturbed by how long it’s taken you to form a single sentence.

Finally, your voice returns to you. “It was— a gift.”

The boy nods at that, crossing his arms and tossing his head back to watch the wisps of clouds that roll their way across the sky. “I getcha,” he says, “I’ve got some things like that too.”

Silence falls over you both again. He seems content to just watch the sky. You’re finding it hard to understand the excitement beginning to mount in your chest— when’s the last time you saw the colors of the sunset? But you can’t just flail around happily like that in front of a boy you don’t know.

He must sense your blatant restlessness, because he turns to you with a sheepish smile on his handsome face. “Sorry, am I bothering you?”

“No!” In your haste, it comes out more harshly than you intended, but he just laughs at how inexplicably frantic you are.

“Glad you don’t mind,” he hums, flashing another embarrassed, lopsided grin. “I’ve seen you out here a lot, and you never seem to be enjoying yourself. Figured you could use some company!”

You nod along quietly. After all, he’s right.

He brings one hand up to nervously scratch at his face. “By the way,” he starts, “I guess now would be a good time to ask for your name, huh?”

You give it to him and he repeats it back. It rolls off his tongue smoothly as he tests it out. Then he grins again, bright enough to outshine the sun on its way to sleep. “Nice to meet ya! I’m Mikage!”

So many colors you’d never seen before.

#I hope this is okay!!#fading out of obscurity #07 ghost #mikage celestine #scenarios #imagines #anon

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sid3chic · 1 year

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Billy Hargrove x Reader

Request: Can you make a 300 word spicy fanfic for Billy Hargrove x reader?

As the sun set over Hawkins, Indiana, Billy Hargrove, the town's resident bad boy, strutted down the street with his infamous swagger. His piercing blue eyes scanned the area, looking for something or someone to catch his attention. Just then, he spotted you, standing outside the arcade with a group of friends. Your eyes locked with his, and a spark of electricity shot through your body.

Billy wasted no time, striding towards you with confidence, his leather jacket slung over his broad shoulders. Your heart raced as he closed the distance between you, his cocky smirk sending shivers down your spine. He leaned in, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispered, "Hey there, gorgeous."

You couldn't help but blush, your cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson. Billy's flirtatious advances were overwhelming, but you couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him. His bad boy persona and rugged charm were hard to resist.

As the night progressed, Billy challenged you to a game of Street Fighter at the arcade. The tension between you was palpable, and the competitive banter only fueled the flames of desire. With each button mash and joystick maneuver, you could feel the heat building between you and Billy.

After an intense showdown, Billy emerged victorious, a smug grin plastered on his face. You couldn't help but be impressed, despite the sting of defeat. Billy leaned in, his fingers brushing against your cheek as he whispered huskily, "Looks like I win. But I'll let you make it up to me."

Before you could respond, Billy's lips crashed onto yours in a fiery, passionate kiss. The world around you faded away as you melted into his embrace, the taste of his lips sending your senses into overdrive. The kiss was wild and untamed, full of longing and desire.

The night continued in a whirlwind of heated touches and whispered promises. In Billy's arms, you found a passion you had never experienced before. It was a wild and reckless love, filled with the thrill of the unknown.

As the sun rose, you found yourself tangled in Billy's arms, your bodies still tingling with desire. You knew that what you and Billy had was dangerous, but in that moment, you didn't care. You were willing to take the risk for a taste of his fiery love, and you knew that the summer ahead would be one you'd never forget.

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kaghoeyama · 3 years

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three of cups.

featuring: eren jaeger, armin arlert, afab reader.

word count: 5.5k

summary: you, eren and armin have been best friends for ages. there’s always been an underlying tension between the three of you, until that tension finally snaps.

content warning: smut, college au, post-timeskip characters, alcohol consumption (characters are tipsy but not inebriated), threesome, mlm, mutual pining, voyeurism, thigh riding, fingering (f receiving), slight edging, use of good boy/good girl, masturbation, cumplay

a/n: uhh so i was horny and this happened. pls be kind this is like my first fanfic ever (also english is not my first language so if you spot any mistakes feel free to let me know).

update: so apparently tumblr took out a whole ass paragraph after the “keep reading” and then repeated two different paragraphs twice?? i’ve seen people trying to fix this by adding asterisks so i’m doing the same. sorry about that lol.

18+ CONTENT - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

So loud, you think.

You can almost feel the room vibrate with beat of the music, your steps naturally adapting to the rhythm as you make your way through a crowd of college students in various states of dishevelment. A smile comes to your lips. The whole place smells of alcohol and sweat and the floor is sticky, but you can’t bring yourself to be annoyed at the chaos; the year had been brutal for a lot of you and with finals finally behind you, no one was gonna miss the chance to loosen up and just have fun, yourself included. Which was exactly what brought you to make this little trip across the room, eyes fixed on your objective.

He’s leaning against the wall, his golden hair making it easier for you to spot him in the crowded room. His eyes are trained on his phone as he mindless scrolls down with his thumb, so you’re not too surprised when he doesn’t notice you straight away, even when you’re standing right in front of him.

You take a moment to take in his delicate features, his skin turned to porcelain by the bright light coming from his phone; the alcohol makes you bold enough to trail a hand up his arm and rest on his cheek, successfully shifting his attention to you. His face relaxes in a smile when he sees you, but his eyebrows are still raised in surprise at your sudden closeness; he opens his mouth to greet you but you’re quicker, “Armin, would you please let me kiss you?”, your gaze keeping him pinned against the wall.

“I- what?”

You relish in the way his breath catches in his throat, and you certainly don’t miss the flush that comes to his face or the way his eyes drop to your lips.

“It’s for a dare… please?” your answer comes so innocent to his ears and he tries not to think at how pretty your plea sounded, even prettier than he’d fantasized so many times now.

“I- I mean, yeah, sure” he stammers; you chuckle when close the distance between you, his pretty blue eyes still confused as you press your lips against his.

The kiss comes out of the blue for him, yet you don’t miss the way his hands instinctively grip your waist as he pulls you closer to him. You hum into the kiss, your body suddenly so warm as he moves his lips against yours; he’s so pliant, all you had to do was ask and now he’s all over you, his grip keeping you flush against his body. Your fingers slip between his golden locks and when you lightly tug at them his hold grows tighter, his lips parting with a low moan. You swear you hear him whimper as you slip your tongue past his lips, taking control of the kiss as you explore his mouth, warm and wet and oh his hands are gripping your ass now, and you moan into the kiss as you feel his erection poking at your hip.

“The dare said ‘kiss’ but if you two wanna get a room…” Sasha’s loud voice somehow reaches you from across the room and you pull back from the kiss, a string of spit connecting still connecting your mouths. He’s panting, mouth still parted, and you can’t help but stare at his pink lips, slightly puffed and still shiny from the kiss.

Without thinking you brush a thumb against his lower lip, “so pretty” you murmur.

Armin swallows around nothing, and when your eyes meet his pupils are all blown out, pleading, almost begging you to close the distance once again. Fuck he looks so flustered, heat pooling between your legs as you wonder how he’d look if you took his cock in your mouth, if you could make him so lost in pleasure that his smart little brain couldn’t form any coherent thoughts.

You feel his arm around your shoulders before you see him, his usual scent of soap and lemon shampoo now mixed with a hint of smoke. You rest your head against his shoulder, your body craving physical contact after the kiss you’d shared with the blond. “Hi ’ren” you murmur against his shirt, dazed eyes looking up at him and then shifting to Armin. Your kiss was enough to make his brain fuzzy but now, with Eren’s arm wrapped around him and his body so close, he felt completely overwhelmed.

Eren pressed a kiss over your hair and pulled you and Armin even closer. “You shouldn’t keep all the fun to yourselves, don’t you know that sharing is caring?” he whispered, loud enough for both of you to hear through the music.

You can’t believe that cheesy line sent a shiver through your body. You figure it’s because of Eren.

“Maybe we should make use of that tequila bottle in our dorm room, what do you say Armin?” he adds, the blond choking out a soft affirmation. You doubt your sober self would have done that, but you were tipsy enough not to care when you took both their hands, interlacing your fingers with their own, a teasing smile gracing your lips. “Then what are we waiting for?”

You feel strangely calm as you walk down the hallway. It’s definitely quieter than the party, and your attention is quickly drawn from one dorm room to another, where you catch glimpses of people smoking and drinking to the sound of at least ten different playlists.

Again, you smile. For the third year now you’re witnessing how your otherwise rigorous and law abiding campus turns into a huge frat party in the weekend after finals. You don’t know if it’s the warm weather or the fact most common spaces are surprisingly clean by monday that makes everyone look the other way, either way you’re thankful. You close your eyes for a moment as you walk, slightly overwhelmed by the music and the loud chatter and the drink you had at the party, your brain lost in a pleasant buzz.

A light squeeze to your hand brings you back to earth. Your head turns to your left, eyes slowly opening to meet a pair of blue ones.

“Are you okay?” Armin asks softly, the tiniest hint of concern slipping past his lips. You wait a beat before addressing his question, choosing to look at him instead. You note that his cheeks are almost as pink as his lips, and that his blue t-shirt makes his eyes sparkle; you ignore how your stomach flips when you realize he’d been holding your hand since you’d left the party.

“I’m great,” you say as you shift closer to him “I’m in a good mood actually.”

You catch Eren’s eyes leaving you as he turns his head forward and keeps walking in front of you. You let your gaze travel from his head – you loved that half bun he kept his hair in more than you should – to his broad shoulders, entranced by the way his black t-shirt stretches over his muscular back.

You must have missed the part where he stopped in front of the dorm room, because you end up bumping against that back.

“You’re completely out of it” Eren teases with a grin.

“No, I’m not” you retort, “as I said, I’m in a good mood.”

The look he gives you is playful. “You call it good mood, I call it being drunk.”

“I had literally just one drink, there’s no way anyone could get drunk from that.”

“Depends on how strong the drink is.”

“Will you shut up?”

You’re still bickering as you enter the room, Armin rolling his eyes at the two of you with a fond smile. Once Eren shuts the door though, you all fall quiet.

The only light came from the blue led Armin had put on his side of the room, casting a glow over your faces that was almost ethereal. There’s a weird tension, a nervous feeling gripping your stomach and making you tingle with anticipation. You’d been alone with them in that very room more times than you could count, cramming for tests, watching a movie or simply hanging out, but tonight something was different. You sit next to Armin on his bed, eyebrows knitting together as you quickly try to analyse that feeling.

The three of you had been friends for ages, since you all attended the same elementary school and lived down the same street. You had bonded with Armin first, his quiet and intelligent personality matching well with yours. You remember fondly the warm afternoons in his backyard, grass tickling your skin as he showed you his new ocean life books and you rambled about ancient Egypt, Greek myths or whatever you were fixating on at the moment.

Eren on the other hand – at first you couldn’t stand him. You only knew him as ‘Armin’s other friend’, but he was such a loud and hot headed kid, you’d always found his attitude too off-putting to even start a conversation, and you were pretty sure he didn’t like you either. After some pushing from Armin though, you’d actually tried to get to know each other; much to your surprise, you found out you had a lot of interests in common. Eventually, you’d even come to admire how passionate he got about the things he cared about, how strong his ideals were, and with time his impulsivity left room to a much more calculated approach.

After all these years, the three of you were still as thick as thieves; you’d become so comfortable around each other that people always assumed you were either dating one of them. You’d always brush it off with a laugh, but now you wonder if it’s normal for friends to behave like that around each other. It was the little things at first; lingering touches, wondering eyes, teasing comments. Then Eren’s hands all over you every time you wore a pretty dress, or Armin’s obvious erection that time you and Eren were messing around at the pool; even your friends had noticed how close you were – and never missed a chance to tease you about it.

This is stupid, you conclude. They’re your oldest and closest friends, you won’t allow your attraction to them – at least you’re admitting it’s there – to make things weird.

You move to get the tequila you know they keep hidden in the closet; maybe that will shake the awkwardness away. You take a long sip before handing the bottle to the blond, alcohol still burning in your throat as you lay on your back, head resting on his lap.

You feel him still beneath you; when you look at him, his flustered expression is clear despite the dim lit room – before you can catch yourself, you wonder if he’s still hard from before.

Eren looks at the both of you on Armin’s bed. You’ve closed your eyes and your head is lightly nodding along with some music coming from the hallway, the beat muffled by the closed door. He watches Armin, a fond smile dancing on his lips as he can almost hear the mental pep talk the blond gives himself before raising a hand to play with your hair. You hum at that, eyes slowly opening as you turn your head towards him.

“Eren, come closer” you say, stretching out an arm as if to reach him.

“And why would I do that” he answers with a playful smile on his lips.

You raise your eyebrow, smiling back to him. “If you insist on staying over there, I guess Armin and I are really gonna keep all the fun to ourselves, isn’t that right Armin.” You say lightly, rising from his lap to lay against his side, your body wrapping around his arm; his hand ends up between your closed thighs and somehow you manage not purr in his ear as you rest your head on his shoulder, both of you now facing Eren.

When Armin speaks, you don’t miss how his playful tone hides a hint of malice, eyes fixed on the brunette, “oh I’m sure he wouldn’t mind just watching if we were actually having fun.”

Eren laughs at that, his voice dropping lower.

“True” he admits calmly, as if the thought hadn’t brought him to several orgasms through the years, “but right now I think I’d rather join.”

And he does, sitting close to your other side.

You wish that type of exchange wasn’t as common as it was between the three of you. You also wish it didn’t send a wave of arousal trough your body every single time.

You watch him as he leans toward you to grab the bottle from Armin’s hand, taking a sip of the amber liquor. Your eyes follow a drop of alcohol at the corner of his mouth, unconsciously tightening your hold on the blond as Eren’s tongue comes out to bring the drop past his lips.

In that moment, Armin decides he’s had enough. He’s way too turned on to let all this teasing slide; if the three of you really are as attracted to each other as he thinks, this was the time he was gonna do something about it. So when he speaks, he does with a purpose.

“Is it weird that I’ve kissed both my best friends?” his question sounds so innocent, he even lets out a calculated chuckle to feign embarrassment.

Eren tilts his head toward him, throwing him a curious glance “You still remember that? Must have been one hell of a kiss huh” he smirks.

Armin knows he’s teasing, and that he clearly remembers too, but he can’t help the pink blush that colours his cheeks as his thoughts rush back to that night.

It happened first semester of junior year, after Sasha’s ‘small’ housewarming party had quickly turned into a full blown party. As the music got louder and more and more people filled the tiny flat, Jean, all tipsy and bright eyed, had gathered all of you in Sasha’s room to play spin the bottle – most of you had booed him, but you’d followed him anyway.

After watching you awkwardly peck Connie on the lips and Mikasa blush violently as Sasha took her face between her hands and gave her a loud smooch, it was his turn to play. He gave the bottle a spin and almost choked on his spit when it landed on Eren. He remembers everyone cheering as he tried to stop his face from flushing red, looking everywhere but at Eren; that’s how his eyes landed on you, quiet where your friends were loud, your eyes focused on him in a way that was almost daring.

He followed your gaze as it moved towards Eren, finally making eye contact with the boy. His attempts look composed failed miserably when Eren, a lazy smirk spreading on his lips, beckoned him with his hand to move closer.

“I- uh we don’t have to…” he choked out.

Eren’s smirk grew wider, “It’s just a game Armin, what are you scared of?”

Armin couldn’t tell if his tone was soft or mocking, either way he felt as he had something to prove now.

He stood on his knees and crawled on the floor as Eren mirrored him, ignoring the way his stomach flipped as they met in the middle of the circle, so close he could feel his breath over his lips.

“What’s taking so long?” Jean said from somewhere behind him, “it’s not like you haven’t done this before” he teased.

Armin wanted to turn back and state that no, they had not actually done that before – he’d probably sound way more disappointed than he should – but before he could even open his mouth he felt a hand on his cheek; his eyes flickered back to Eren’s green ones, only to find them trained on his lips as the brunette sealed the gap between them.

Eren’s lips felt so impossibly soft again his, he tasted like vodka and something sweet he couldn’t recognise and Armin couldn’t really thing about anything as he lost himself in the kiss. The hand on his cheek moved through his hair and Eren pulled slightly, just enough to make Armin gasp against his lips, taking the chance to slide his tongue against his lower lip and into his mouth. Armin broke the kiss at that, a whimper leaving his lips because he wanted, needed more, but the feelings building up inside him – and the arousal making his pants tighter – were sending him in a slight panic.

He barely registered his friends’ loud noises as he sat back on his spot, but he didn’t miss the way Eren winked at him and licked his lips, green eyes boring into his blue ones. Armin struggled to act like his normal self rather than some teenager who had just kissed his long time crush. He desperately tried to focus on something, anything but Eren and his stupid lips and stupid grin and stupidly pretty eyes right in front of him, and that’s how his eyes found you again.

You had watched the whole scene with an interest you hoped went unnoticed by your friends. You sure hoped Mikasa, sat right next to you, had missed the way your breath hitched in your throat as you watched the blond gasp under Eren’s grip, heat coursing through your body and pooling between your legs. When Armin’s blue eyes found you, flustered, with half lidded eyes and teeth sunk in your bottom lip, you’d lowered your head in shame.

Eren rests his head again the wall and closes his eyes, as to enhance the memory.

It had been over a year ago, yet he remembered Armin’s sweet lips against his, the small noises he unconsciously let out going straight to his groin.

He remembered your face, eyes glossy with desire as you watched them part, flustered almost as much as Armin, as if you’d been the one kissing him instead, and oh had he wanted to kiss you. Had it been just the three of you in that room, he would have grabbed your face and bruised those pretty lips, forcing Armin’s sweet taste in your mouth.

He’d long given up the guilt that came with fantasising about his closest friends, any uncomfortable feeling quickly replaced by pleasure every time he wrapped his hand around his cock. At first it was just one of you under him, on top of him; soon enough he’d started picturing both of you on your knees, eyes bright and pleading, pink tongue hanging out of your mouths as you wait for him to paint your pretty faces with his cum.

“So who’s the best kisser?” you ask, your warm breath against Armin’s ear making him shiver.

“I can’t- You both… I’m not gonna answer that.” Armin manages to sound flustered when he answers.

Eren looks at him. “I would” he states nonchalantly, “but I don’t have all the materials to make my choice.” His tone drops to a low murmur, green eyes slowly shifting to you.

Armin tries to hold back a smile, both of you reacting exactly as he anticipated.

Your heart is hammering in your chest, it’s beat so loud you’re sure both of the boys can hear it; when you speak, you desperately try to keep your voice steady.

“Then god forbid you make an uniformed decision.”

Eren is straight up grinning at this point; he grabs your wrists and tugs you closer, pulling you on his lap. You balance yourself on his shoulders as his hands graze your bare thighs up and down, your skirt bunching up to your hips and barely covering your panties.

When your eyes meet, you’re shocked at how softly he’s looking at you. “I’ve been waiting a while for this” he murmurs, his voice almost a whisper, and you swear you can feel him stroking your cheek before burying his hands your hair and drawing you closer. He’s so warm all pressed up against you, so sweet when his lips ghost against yours before finally kissing you.

You’re slow to respond at first, too lost in how right it feels to have him so close and all over you, but you’re quick to part your lips for him, his tongue sliding against yours; he tastes of alcohol and you get drunk on it, a small moan leaving your throat and getting lost in the kiss. You whimper as you feel him groping your ass and push you even closer. He’s kissing you like a man starved, devouring you, the intensity making you feel light headed. You break apart from the kiss with a sigh, head falling on his shoulder, barely registering what you’re doing as you lightly grind against his hardening cock.

Eren groans as he tugs your hair so that you can look at him, his dark pupils swallowing up almost any trace of green.

“So needy… how many times have you thought about this?” he asks, a teasing smile on his lips as his fingers play with the hem of your skirt.

You look away from him, cheeks heating up; you don’t want to admit how many times you’ve cummed on your fingers with their names on your lips, but you don’t think you have a choice.

His head dips lower to press an open mouth kiss to the column of your throat, “Answer baby, there’s no need to be shy; we’re all friends here.”

You suck in your breath, voice embarrassingly shaky “so- so many times, w- with both of you” you confess.

Armin groans at your words, a curse slipping past his lips. “We- we could have done this so long ago” he mumbles, eyes fixed on you as he palms himself through his jeans. You feel so hot under his gaze, so wanted, you never want his eyes to leave your body.

Eren steals your attention by sucking a purple mark at the base of your neck; you bite back a moan as he licks at the bruise, heat pooling in your panties. he clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“This won’t do” he says softly against the shell of your ear “how can Armin hear all your pretty noises if you hold them back?”

Before you can choke out an apology, his lips go back on your neck, finding that sweet spot below your ear that makes you whimper. You’re trembling as he sucks another bruise on your skin and this time you don’t hold back, soft moans leaving your lips as your hands grips his hair, tugging it loose and fawning all over his shoulders.

Eren pulls back, admiring his work as you try to steady your breath.

“Good girl” he murmurs, “let us hear you.”

You shudder at his words. You don’t think you’ve ever been so turned on in your life, and he’s barely put his mouth on you. You can feel wet slick gathering in your panties and you shift to straddle one of his thighs, grinding hard to relieve the tension as your head falls back, a loud moan leaving your lips.

Two strings of low curses reach your ears, and you barely register Armin slipping a hand under his pants as Eren pulls you down on him again, the knee you have trapped between his legs pressing against his hard cock.

“Fuck, baby you wanna cum like that? Riding my thigh?” he pants, slightly bouncing his leg up to meet your movements, successfully drawing another moan out of your lips.

He brings a hand your face, almost reverent as his thumb grazes your lower lip, just like you’d done with Armin barely an hour ago. Your tongue darts out and licks the tip of his thumb before wrapping your lips around it, sucking slightly as you nod, eager.

Eren parts his lips, eyes glued to your mouth. He can’t believe he finally has you – both of you – as he wants you, as he’s pictured so many times; he wonders if he’ll come undone in his pants like a teenager, as you add pressure on his throbbing cock with each grind of your hips. He slips his finger from your warm lips, rushing his hands under your skirt to take off your panties.

When you finally readjust yourself on his thick thigh, you almost sob at the feeling of your bare, sensitive cunt against the rough material of his pants. Before you can resume your movements, he lifts up the piece of fabric, dangling it in front of your face.

“Look at this” he murmurs, “completely soaked” his voice trailing off as an idea suddenly forms in his mind.

He turns to Armin, and fuck, he feels his cock twitch at the sight. The blond is laying against the headboard, legs spread apart; he has a hand wrapped tight at the base of his hard, leaking cock, his pretty face all scrunched up in pleasure.

Armin’s cheeks heat up when he notices Eren’s eyes on him, but it doesn’t stop him from slowly stroking his cock, trying to delay his orgasm as much as possible.

“’Min, you think you could use these?” Eren asks, dark eyes dropping between the blond’s legs. Armin’s eyes widen at the request, his brain shutting down for a moment as he looks at the drenched panties in his hand.

“What? I- I-…” he looks at you, dazed, half lidded eyes boring into his blue ones as you rub slowly on eren’s thigh. “Y- yes please” he chokes out, shame reddening the tip of his ears.

“So polite… what a good boy” Eren purrs, his deep voice making Armin twitch in his own hand.

He takes the panties, the beads of your arousal thick on the side your cunt was, and he wraps the fabric around his cock. You watch with wide eyes, struggling to believe that sweet innocent Armin would ever give you such a lewd sight; you’re itching to lean over and kiss, lick, bite every inch of his body, but Eren’s grip on your waist keeps you in place.

Armin moans loudly as your slick smears all over his shaft. He keeps rubbing at himself with your panties trapped between his hand and his cock and how the fuck is this already topping every sexual experience I’ve ever had he manages to think. His eyes trail up and down your body, Eren’s body, and he doesn’t even notice how much his strokes speed up, hips bucking desperately into his own hand.

“Slow down baby or you’ll miss all the fun” Eren’s voice is as soft as the hand he puts on his leg to appease him. “If you behave, y/n will let you cum on her, right?” he says, sneaking a hand between your legs and sliding two fingers between your dripping folds.

“Ah- ye- yes Armin, wherever you want” you squeak, arching your back as Eren slips his fingers inside you. You feel inebriated as he slowly starts pumping, his fingertips massaging your walls, so slowly you want to cry. You wail when his fingers curl over your sweet spot, a hand gripping your waist to stop you from fucking yourself against his hand.

“Please ‘Ren, oh god, please, faster” you sob, high pitched moans slipping past your lips before you even realise it.

Instead of listening to you, Eren pulls his fingers out and slides them up to your clit, collecting your slick; you whimper when he retracts his hand from your cunt, pressing down on his thigh once again to get more friction. When your clit brushes against a wrinkle in his pants your eyes roll inside your head, orgasm so close you can taste it, but apparently Eren has other plans.

“Not yet baby, hold it for a bit longer, will you?” he purrs close to your ear, his mouth peppering wet kisses on your neck.

“Please a-ah Eren I c-can’t-” your words come out as broken sobs but you’ve long stopped caring, your brain filled with nothing but pleasure.

When Eren looks at your face you look absolutely wrecked, sweat shining on your forehead and cheeks red from the strain, chest heaving as quick pants come out of your parted lips. “

Armin, come here.” He says, hungry eyes still locked on yours. The blond obeys and shuffles closer to the two of you, your panties forgotten on the bed.

“You’ve been so good I think you deserve a reward” he says, as he pushes the glistening fingers he’d just pulled out of your cunt straight into Armin’s pretty mouth.

The blond moans at your taste, both hands coming to grab Eren’s wrist and push his fingers further in his mouth, choking slightly when they hit the back of his throat. Eren watches him in a trance, mesmerised by his blown eyes and the drop of spit that dribbles from the corner of his mouth. He wants to fucking ruin him. But not yet.

He takes his hand from the blond’s grasp – the whimper that leaves his mouth almost makes him cum on the spot. Eren lifts you from his lap, ignoring your pout as he places you right beside Armin.

“Sit still for me” he says as he slowly palms his cock before unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down with his boxers. You hear Armin suck in his breath as Eren’s hard cock slaps against his stomach, your own eyes widening at the sight; in length he almost matches the blonde, but the girth is just… fuck. Even dwarfed by his huge hand it’s almost intimidating, a thick vein reaching his pink leaking tip.

Eren takes his time as he pumps himself, eyes fixed on both of you; he drinks in your pretty, desperate faces, hands clutching the bedsheets as you try not to squirm under his gaze.

“Where do you wanna cum ’Min?” Eren’s question snaps him off a stupor, eyes leaving his groin to settle on your face.

You’re surprised Armin can blush more than he already is as he stutters that he wants to cum on you tits. You smirk as you quickly take off your top and unhook your bra, lust clouding you senses as you lay on the bed, head towards Eren as you motion Armin to straddle your waist. His eyes flicker to Eren and you miss the brunette’s nod before Armin comes on top of you, knees straddling your thighs.

Armin can’t believe just how fucking pretty you look under him, naked except for that cute pleated skirt you’re somehow still wearing. His hand trails up your stomach to squeeze your tits, fingers playing with your nipples as he pumps himself faster.

You feel Eren’s hand cradle your face, “touch yourself” he says, and you do just that.

With your skirt bunched up at your waist and your fingers quickly circling your clit, Armin doesn’t stand a chance; he leans forward, a hand planted on the bed as he cums on your tits with loud moan and your name on his lips, warm liquid painting your heaving chest.

You watch the blond leaning back against the headboard, desperately trying to catch his breath; you lock eyes with him, toungue wetting your lips as you bring a hand up to play with the mess he made on you, getting high on the look of pure defeat on his face as you take your cum coated fingers back to your clit.

“Oh fuck” Eren can’t believe how wrecked his own voice sounds “who would have thought you two would be such dirty sluts” he pants, his hand sliding faster and faster against his cock.

You moan at his words “’Ren p-please can- can I-”

“Cum.” He orders, and you obey right away.

The sounds that leave your lips are nothing short of pornographic, your body shaking and twitching in pleasure, mouth agape and head thrown back as white lights explode behind your eyelids, any coherent thought wiped out of your brain. Eren chokes out a curse at the sight, soft, high pitched groans echoing in the room until he finally cums with a broken moan, the liquid coating his hand and making a mess on his clothes.

It takes a while before any of you even attempts to move; silence falls in the room once again, except for your labored pants mixed with the music still playing in the hallway.

Eren is the first to get up and head for the bathroom. By the time you’ve all taken a shower and settled back on Armin’s bed, no one has still said a word. You feel anxiety settle low in your stomach, its grip speeding up your heartbeats.

Did you ruin everything? Is this the end of your friendship?

“So who’s the best kisser?”

Armin’s voice comes out tired and rough, but it puts a halt to the doubts swirling in your mind.

The breathy chuckle leaving Eren’s mouth sends a wave of relief through your body; “I’m sorry ’Min but y/n is definitely winning this one.” You smile as you feel his hand ghosting over your spine.

“Yeah, figured.”

The blond curls up against you and you’re still smiling.

The bed is way too small for the three of you and the night breeze coming from the window does little to cool you down, but you’ve never been better, a warm feeling spreading from where your bodies connect with each other.

As slumber takes you, you hope they’re still gonna be there when you wake up.

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