#eep yet another one done and still some more to go!

[sunset-mp4]

h :}

oh one moment I believe you forgot something hmmmm

*step, step, step*

*rummaging noises*

oh- I don't think it's here. please be patient dear ::} I seem to have misplaced your missing piece.

*step step step* you follow them down a dark hallway, it's unfamiliar, normally you do not enter their home. the home itself is neat but still decently messy. a mess only they understand. tables and shelves full of certain specific clusters of small items, from books to squishy fidgets to plushies, yet none of it to overbearing. no, it's alright. the dim light may be due to the fact that only one lamp is on, and it is in the shape of a dinosaur. glowing a bright light from its light green silicone body. it smells like petrichor- how this is possible without any damp or misty atmosphere in the home is beyond you. you continue down the hall. doors line the sides. each of them an old yet friendly type of dark wood that would possibly give you splinters if you run your hand down them enough times. some of them are more decorated than others. one has a lot of sun decor on the drong, stickers and a little hanging sign with words in a language that isn't a language- no it's just. actually a bunch of scribbles and doodles. another with a lot of moon decorum, glow in the dark stars and a little moon light nailed to the wall. currently though it is off. there appears to be a running theme with astronomy in this abode. you finally reach the end of the hallway. they release your hand and then open the door. a spiral staircase winds downwards in a dreaded manner. "wait here whilst I search, if you hear anything it is normal, fret not." you watch as they go down and down into the depths, yet you are to curious to remain put. you go back down the hallway and into the living room, grabbing the dinosaur lamp from earlier and taking him down the spiral staircase with you. clank clank clank. your shoes press against the metal of each step with an echo of significance. a sign, a reminder of where you are for you and the room. clank clank clank. the staircase feels longer than it should be, you're thankful it has railing and proper protection. clank clank clank. you finally arrive at your destination. the room is vast and quite empty, boxes here and there, a birdcage full of some strange aura coated in mist and vicious mortality, a ghost with legs flapping it's wings around as it eeps and eeks around. you see them rummaging around in one of the boxes, you set the lamp down nearby and wait for them to be done. "hmmmmm AHA! HERE IT IS!" they swiftly turn around but leap once they see you, not expecting you to be there "GAH! ::} WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!? this is a place for my creations and creatures! not a place for friends! get out of here before the wrath of xafus gets hungry!" they quickly start to usher you out, taking your hand and going up the staircase. the both of you end up back at the living room, you look at them with utter confusion before they sigh and smile at you with a smile akin to the Cheshire cat. "I got what you were missing dear ::}, hold out your hand...c'mon don't look at me like that, be not afraid, just hold out your hand and close your eyes."

you do as told and something hit's your palm.. it's solid, hard, yet also soft at the same time..you close your hand and feel it's weight go from rock solid to easily squish able in moments. you have no clue what this is. "It's your i, you forgot it whilst trying to say hi to me this arvo my friend." so you did.

[aevyk-ing]

I’ve finished Maya and the Three and whoa, that was great! Now that I’ve let it sit, I can talk about what I liked and what I’d have done differently. Overall, it’s a good series with a really interesting story, great storybuilding and... I guess the characters where okay. Let’s go (SPOILERS):

First of all, I have to say I didn’t like The Book of Life. It reminded me of The Corpse Bride, I found the characters boring and the design differences between female and male characters are too jarring. As I’ve said before, Maya has a good story, way better than The Book. There’s some pacing issues here and there but don’t distract much. And the world is incredible. Each one of the lands is beautiful and they have a lot of detail and work put on them. My main issue...

Character design. This gif summarizes it: male characters are mostly big, hulky, with grotesque features if they’re gods. And the female characters are tiny, thin, with big eyes and thick lips. 

Maya felt the weirdest for me because... sorry for this, but she looks like a Bratz doll. Also, she’s supposed to be the daughter of this big, muscled man with small eyes and broad nose. But nope, she still looks a lot like a woman that is not her real mother AND has exactly the same body shape as her when she was younger. That doesn’t make any sense. What are you afraid of? Give us female characters with broad shoulders, small eyes and big noses! BTW, I also didn’t like her character much. I get she’s a teenager, but something was off with her.

Zatz doesn’t look like his father either, but his design is so cool I can forgive that. He’s also a great character. I really wanted to see how they told his love story with Maya and they really needed one episode more for just the two of them spending time together, because they had like two interactions, then kissed, then are lovey-dovey during the battle (which reminded me a lot of Eep and Guy). 

Rico was good. Always love a good wizard story, even more if they’re struggling with their powers, and the Peasant Magic was such an interesting idea. I get he had to be the comedic relief but sometimes he, and other male characters, seemed dumbed down to make the female look smarter. Anyway, there’s also a lot of kids and babies designs that looked straight out of TOA but at least they spent more time making them different enough.

Chimi was... okay. She had a lot of potential, but they only let her make animal noises and made both Rico and Pichu fell in love with her. Speaking of...

...yet another underused character. He’s one of the lots and lots of characters who are big, strong and dumb. Like everyone else, he has a good backstory, but he gets killed too soon and doesn’t apport much to the rest of the story. And I get he was a Barbarian, but why did he have to talk like that? 

I liked the rulers of the other kingdoms and the gods had interesting designs, still with that big problem of the gods being animal-like and almost monsters and the goddesses looking like normal humans.

The final battle was great. I already knew Zatz was going to die, but Maya’s sacrifice was a surprise. Lots of great scenes here. I love the idea of Maya and Zatz getting another chance in life and love in The Book. Didn’t like the Queen having twins out of nowhere and then Chimi and Rico having four kids in a couple of years after the events (aren’t they supposed to be teenagers?). The Sun and Moon thing is neat, maybe I’m used to that kind of legends. If only they had spent more time on Maya and Zatz’s relationship, it would have been even better. 

Anyway, a good series, should have watched them sooner.

[spicykat9]

Silk

Rating: E

Pairing: TurkIta

Word Count: 1477

Read on AO3

Author’s note:  This is for a prompt exchange that a server I am in was holding. TurkIta isn't something I considered before, but hey it's go the history. I've never written Turkey before so I hope he didn't turn out too bad...Enjoy!

Fingers tangled under the table, out of sight from prying, tired eyes. Not that Feliciano or Sadık would mind it, but Ludwig had told them to cool it with the public PDA during the meeting, and Feliciano didn’t want to upset his friend further.

And yet they still whispered and giggled while Ludwig delivered some speech about the economy, or global warming, or some other sort of political business they had no say in back home.

Ludwig slammed something down on the table, finally getting everyone’s attention. “Since everyone seems to have more important, personal meetings to attend to, consider the next forty-five minutes lunch to get all of this out of your system.”

Feliciano immediately snatched up Sadık’s arm and began pulling him towards the door. Sadık couldn’t help but chuckle. When Feliciano really wanted something, he’d do whatever to get it. He was led out into the hall and down to the washrooms. But Feliciano stopped at the door, a cute pout forming on his face.

“What is–” Sadık eyed the door. A small sign printed out neatly and taped to the door read: No fucking in the bathrooms, please. Wait until you get to your hotel room.”

“What an asshole,” Sadık huffed, “It’s not like anyone can tell what we did by the time we’re done.”

"We don’t…But I can’t say the same for everyone.” Feliciano shuttered.

Sadık didn’t want to ask. But since Feliciano was probably going to follow Ludwig’s rules, he needed to find another spot for their…activities. And soon, if they hoped to be able to eat and get back in a timely manner so Ludwig didn’t get on their backs again.

He took Feliciano’s hand and led him down the hall, remembering a small conference room that was barely used. He pulled the Italian inside, earning a surprised ‘eep.’

As Sadık closed the door, Feliciano was already on him, kissing his lips, shoving him against the door, and tugging at his suit jacket.

"I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this eager,” Sadık teased when he was finally given time to breathe.

Feliciano gave a grouchy pout. “And whose fault is that?”

“But it was a lovely good morning message, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, but how am I supposed to focus after that,” Feliciano whined, tossing his jacket onto a nearby chart. He loosened his tie. It made Sadık’s throat dry.

“Ludwig knows you are rarely focused on meeting topics even when I’m not there as a distraction.”

Feliciano pressed his lips hard against Sadık’s, done with the conversation. The Italian's tongue dipped into his mouth, tangling with Sadık’s as he fiddled with Sadık’s dress shirt until it was finally open.

Feliciano’s hand trailed down Sadık’s chest and torso, admiring the silky brassiere, barely containing his supple pecs. The same one that greeted him this morning alongside Sadık’s traditional ‘good morning’ text. “You always looked so good in silk,” Feliciano mused, caressing Sadık’s chest.

Sadık took a shuttered breath. He leaned into the door to support himself, Feliciano’s hands exploring his body, knowing exactly where to touch him. Thumbs caressed over Sadık’s clothed nipples. He gasped.

Tongues twirled, clothes were torn off and thrown without thought. Sadık guided Feliciano over to the couch, lips still locked, hands curled in hair. Sadık pulled away, just for a moment, laying himself on the couch and pulling Feliciano down on top of him.

Feliciano let out a little surprised ‘Oh,’ smirking as he grabbed Sadık’s shoulders. “I hope you know the bra is staying on for this.”

Sadık chuckled. “I figured.”

Fingers trailed down, squeezing Sadık through the silk. He couldn’t tell if he wanted to feel his lover's hand against his bare skin or if he was more than content with the silk rubbing against his hardened nipples. He took a shaky breath, already feeling himself becoming half-hard.

"You got the lube right?" Sadık asked, panting slightly.

"Of course I do. You know very well I'm always prepared for things like this."

Sadık leaned up, stealing a short kiss. He pulled back only slightly, grinning. "And that's why you're my favourite."

"And not because I'm your boyfriend?" Feliciano scoffed.

“That’s also why you’re my boyfriend.”

Feliciano rolled his eyes. “And because I can kick your ass if I wanted to, and you secretly find that hot.”

Sadık went to counter, but Feliciano silenced him, smashing their lips together hungrily, grinding down onto him, working him up further. Sadık clawed lightly at Feliciano’s back, thrusting his hips in time with him. But as much as he loved Feliciano’s talent for foreplay, they were on a time limit.

“Feli…” Sadık practically pleaded, “We need to get on with it aşkım.”

“Ah…right.”

He pulled down Sadık’s panties, not that they were concealing much with how erect he now was. They were both surprised the tiny piece of fabric had been holding him this whole time. Sadık’s cock sprung from the confines, completely erect. He giggled, rubbing up and down the shaft just to make sure it was hard.

Feliciano pulled off his own boxers, chucking them to the side with the panties. “Now, just sit back and let me do all the work, tesoro.”

He grabbed the lube and lathered up his fingers. Carefully, yet expertly, he inserted two fingers into himself. He took in a sharp, pained breath.

Sadık drew small, comforting circles along Feliciano’s thigh. “Shhh…You can take your time for this. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“I’m…Mmm…I’m fine. I’ll be okay in a minute, I just went in a little too fast.”

He took a few more shaky breaths before starting to scissor himself. He gripped Sadık’s shoulder tightly as inserted a third finger, much slower this time. Feliciano let out a slight moan, pain melting into pleasure as he worked himself open. Little ‘ahs’ tumbled from his lips, and all Sadık could do was stare and enjoy, heat pooling in his abdomen.

Deeming himself loose enough, Feliciano eased himself down onto Sadık’s cock. He let out the prettiest moan, throwing his head back as he impaled himself. Rocking his hips, he started off slow, building up until he was bouncing on Sadık’s cock moaning and whimpering without concern for how loud he was.

Sadık was a little more reserved since there were possibly prying ears nearby. He also preferred showing his enjoyment in lingering touches and affectionate nips. But oh how he loved to hear all the noises his lover made. He squeezed at Feliciano’s thighs. They, along with most parts of his body, had gotten thicker and more squishy in the past few decades. So much softer and grabbable. The perfect shape for cuddling and grabbing.

Feliciano began to bounce more erratically, sucking in Sadık’s cock greedily and whimpering. It was so hot and tight. Despite his best efforts, Sadık came fairly quickly, no match for how Feliciano kept tightening around him and squeezing his chest.

Feliciano let out a long moan as he was filled up. But it wasn’t enough. “More…I-I need more…” he panted, bouncing even faster.

It took Sadık a moment to process through the overstimulated haze as the Italian just kept bouncing. Sadık wrapped his hand around his lover's leaking cock, inflamed from neglect. He fisted him in time with the bouncing, keeping his grip firm just like Feliciano liked it.

Feliciano finally came, spurting all over Sadık's torso, letting out a loud cry. The Italian collapsed onto him and the mess.

Sadık cringed slightly at the thought of cleaning all of this up. That was the nice thing about the bathroom. The sink and paper towels were right there to clean themselves and anything else that got caught up in their passion.

All that could wait though. Feliciano always wanted cuddles after sex. Sadık snaked his arms around Feliciano’s waste, rubbing up and down his back gently. But it didn’t last long as Feliciano’s stomach rumbled. The Italian let out a little whine.

“I’m sorry,” Sadık murmured, "But I need to get us something to clean us up. Then we also need to eat.”

“I know…” Feliciano groaned, pulling himself up and onto the couch.

Sadık stretched out, old bones creaking, before getting up and collecting his clothes. He tried to use what he could to clean up the cum on his stomach, but it didn’t do much.

“I’ll get us something to clean up, perhaps even get us some food while I’m out. You just sit there and catch your breath.” He combed a hand through Feliciano’s hair. Feliciano butted into the hand like a cat, bringing a smile to Sadık’s face. “What would you want?”

Feliciano smiled softly. “You know what I like.”

Sadık pressed a kiss to Feliicano’s forehead before getting dressed and heading out, hoping that he didn’t just ruin his dress shirt.

[magalidragon]

a bird on the wire drabble | #59. “How do I put up with you?” 

This one is for @aenarsnow​ who sent me an “OR” ask and I already wrote one for when the sun sets in the east but I couldn’t help myself and did a flangst one for bird on the wire!  Someone check my temperature, I’m in an angst-writing mood lately.  🤣🤭👀

They were married once before in the Winterfell godswood, but this was different.  This was something of a…renewal.  With the family.  The Entire Family, in all CAPS because that’s what she thought of them as.  It was The Entire Family, complete with Kingsguard and all the assorted accoutrements.  She had simply asked them to make their footprint as quiet as possible.

It had been Jon’s idea, one which she had thought was lovely.  A vow renewal, for her family to attend.  A few years in the making, their little Aly could participate, carrying a sprig of flowers in her small hands, trotting down the aisle.  A white dress made specifically for her, a lovely filmy creation from her favorite designer Ellaria Sand, her back exposed with small cap sleeves and embroidered vines throughout it.  

She stood in the window of their rented house, one of Drogo’s, which he’d lent them for the few weeks they had decided to stay before and after the wedding.  The breeze coming off the Shivering Sea was cool, the home in the far North of Essos, on the very northern edge of the Dothraki Sea.  It was secluded, the nearest city almost four hours away.  They would not need to worry about paparazzi or other press crashing in on the event.  The Kingsguard, per her request, were as far away as they dared to be.  

It was lovely this morning, she thought, holding her cup of coffee in her palms, watching the waves roll lazily along the sand.  In the distance she could see her mother walking with Aly, both of them kneeling every so often and picking up a shell, placing it in Aly’s bucket.  Her daughter would be four soon; where did the time bloody go?  

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement, and caught sight of Viserys rocking out on the veranda, seated like a strange black bird on the stone wall, one arm around his knees, which were almost in his face, sucking on a cigarette, his silver hair in a knot on his head.  He’d been good; he tended to do better in Essos than he did in Westeros.  Rhae was with him, sitting on the opposite side—normally—with a cup of coffee and a cigarette himself.  

Don’t let the public know you have a vice Rhae, she thought, shaking her head and rolling her eyes.  He had been on his best behavior since his arrival a few days ago.  He was still dealing with her departure, secret wedding, and move to the North.  Even if she hadn’t really left.  She was still the Princess Royal, she still worked officially for them, but it was on simpler terms.  She was in love, the man she loved was “less than” according to her brother, and that was unacceptable.  

She was tired of pretending to be other people just to have the man she wanted.  

The love she wanted.

The hot coffee scalded her tongue and she swallowed it, regardless, enjoying the warmth.  She turned away from the window, spotting her husband in the large four-poster bed, hugging her pillow and watching her through hooded eyes.  “How long have you been staring?” she asked.  

“Not long.”  He smirked.  “I like watching you.”

“Pervert,” she teased, walking over to offer him her coffee.  He took it and she crawled back onto the bed, drawing her legs beneath her, and hooked her arm around her ankles.  

“I made my living watching you.”

“Yes, you did.”  She smirked, finding it something of a relief and yet also a slight achy pain at the memories.  She linked her fingers in his, playing with them on the soft, silky sheets, watching them slide together.  They were a perfect fit.  “I know we’re already married, but I still think this is a little chancy, seeing the bride before the wedding.”

He rolled his eyes.  “Dany, really?  I think we can handle whatever comes our way.”

True, she figured.  She exhaled hard, slumping down, head knocking against the headboard, swallowing the lump in her throat.  After a few seconds, she opened her eyes, picking a spot on the ceiling and staring.  “I just want to run away.  Why do I still want to run away?”

His hand squeezed in hers.  “It’s habit.  Too many years of it.”

They’d been married for almost five years now; they had a child.  She had her foundation, her charity, and she was one of the hardest working royals.  The public said she was happier, they could see it in her eyes, and they wanted her to be their queen.  Rhaegar had seriously misjudged things, he’d been too consumed in his own grief and fears to realize that she was the future of the Targaryens.  She was miserable before, now she was free.  

Dragons did not belong in cages.

And yet…

Yet there were days where she still wanted to disappear into a wig and contacts, to pretend she was someone else, and while she did that as a coping mechanism, while she hated it and wanted to cry each time, she did it, in a sick, twisted way she missed doing it.  She slid away from him, getting up and padding towards the closet, stepping in and opening up the garment bag with her wedding dress.  She fingered the silky, filmy material, letting her mind wander.

It shouldn’t work.  They had never been allowed to be <i>normal</i>.  She didn’t understand it most days.  

He came up behind her, feet padding on the hardwood floor.  She pulled the bag shut, spinning around on him, scowling.  “No peeking!”

“I wasn’t peeking,” he lied.  He leaned against the door frame, crossing arms and ankles.  His eyes narrowed, whispering.  “What is it Dany?”

She shifted, shrugging.  “Nothing.”  Lie.

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m not.” Lie. He arched his brows.  After a few seconds, shifting on her feet, she huffed, pushing her fingers through her hair and didn’t know what to do with her hands.  “I don’t…I just…” She was confused.  She didn’t know why.  Meeting his comforting gray eyes, she whispered, “How do I even put up with you? How do I do this?”

He frowned.  “What do you mean?”

“I just…I still don’t know…how do I do this with you Jon?  How do we do this life still?  I know it’s stupid, we’re already married, and we have our daughter and our lives and we…we make it work, but maybe it’s Rhae being here or my mom or Viserys but…” She groaned.  It made no sense, picking this fight, dragging these emotions into everything when they had no business being taken out from the chest, she’d locked them up inside when she’d finally broken out of that cage.  Hair tugging in her fingers, she dragged her hands down over her cheeks and cried.  “Sometimes I just don’t know how I’m doing this.  If it’s all going to slip away again.  Like one of the dreams.  Like those days we had together, and all went away.”

It must be what people felt like when all they knew was turmoil and everything started going right.  When would the carpet get ripped out from underneath her?  She knew she shouldn’t feel that way, but she still did.  

He reached for her, wrapping her up and she buried her face into his shoulder, hugging him tight.  She didn’t cry; it was more just a wave of fear than it was anything worth truly sobbing over.  He stroked her hair, his fingers tangling in the curls.  “This is real Dany, this is all real, and nothing is going to change that.  We have each other, we have Alysanne, and I know you wanted to do this for your family, but we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

She shook her head.  “No, I do.  I want to.”  

“Rhae isn’t going to do anything to stop this Dany, he can’t.”

“I know, I just…it’s just leftover…” <i>Trauma.  Fear.  Nightmares.</i> She touched the fading scars on his chest, from so long ago, and lifted her face, smiling through unshed tears.  She loved this man so much.  “It will be fine.  I’m just…”

He touched his forehead to hers, whispering, “Healing.  It’s healing.”

“Yeah,” she murmured, holding him tight.  She stood with him in the closet for a while, not feeling ready to let go just yet.  

That was, until the door opened, and a little dark-haired girl with her father’s frown came flying into the room, dragon temper on full display, shouting about how Uncle Viserys broke her seashell and just what exactly did they plan to do about it?  

It’s real, Dany repeated, pulling away to grin at her daughter, who didn’t sense the heavy emotions she’d walked into, too busy presenting them with evidence of her uncle’s treachery.  She blew out a hard breath, watching Jon lift up their little girl and carry her off to deal with it.  She closed her eyes and hugged herself.  It’s real and I can do this.

[genshinlover101]

Hello I just found your blog and I love it. Has nothing to do with hyper fixation on Genshin at the moment lol. If I could make a request, could I request Ayaka crushing on reader who is a close childhood friend of her and Ayato. Please, thank you, and have a wonderful day 💕💕

Ayaka Crushing on a Childhood Friend of the Kamisato Siblings

Character: Ayaka x gn!reader

Warning: none

A/n: fdahfjk thank you so much <3 I hope you’re still in the mood for Genshin by the time this is posted, also tyty u as well have a good day

• Since the loss of her parents at a young age, Ayaka missed out on a lot of important socialization tips. She never had a proper childhood, never had any true friends, never had any romantic interests. And as much as Thoma was there for both of the siblings, he didn’t count in her mind. Poor guy.

• That was until Ayato brought home a new face. It was you, immediately she cowered behind a pillar, you were different from her sheltered life. You made her heartbeat so fast she didn’t know what to do whenever she saw you. She didn’t even know what she was feeling for goodness sake.

• You’d always be so open and kind to her, she wasn’t sure if it was because she was Ayato’s sister or because you also were interested in her. If you saw her hiding as usual, you’d seek her out, playing house with her crafted straw dolls when none of the maids would.

• When you grew older your relationship still maintained the same. She was still shy, but bolder than before. She craved new experiences, curiosity eating up her mind to have a normal life. As her childhood crush manifested and grew stronger, she projected all her feelings onto you.

It was Tuesday 5:00 pm, you and her brother should’ve been done by now after dining together at Kiminami as you always did. She even checked to make sure everything was perfect. Going to the mirror to check her hair and makeup, making sure the headquarters wasn’t messy, and that she sat doing her work as a lady should to show she was responsible.

Only to check her pocket watch once more to see the clock struck 5:05 pm. She groaned believing you were never going to come, her upper body lay resting on the table. Because of her brother’s role, he was always on top of his schedule, never a minute late. That was until she heard the door creaking open and some giggles shared between two very familiar voices. 

Ayaka shot up from her laying position. Her eyes wide as she tried to concentrate on her paperwork, pretending as if you two weren’t there. As always, the shy Ayaka wouldn’t interact with you unless initiated, you side-eyed her hoping one day she’d greet you first. “I’m going to get some matters situated quickly, you can stay here and relax for a moment,” Ayato told you. 

You nodded as he left the building from where you had entered. Now it was only you and Ayaka alone. Not wanting the atmosphere to be any more awkward than it already was, you approached her slowly, your legs moving in a slow march. “So Ayaka-,” you said starting a conversation. “May I take this seat?” You asked pointing at the pillow beside her. 

She shyly nodded, “please,” she murmured barely making eye contact. Her eyes flowing in any direction other than you, her head lowered into her documents. 

“What’cha working on hmm?” you inquired feeling rather bored. Ayaka’s gaze still fixated on the paper rather oddly. Her grip on her feathered pen grew tighter as she felt her breath stop yet her heart beat faster. 

“It’s nothing,” her replies were always short. Sometimes it made you wonder if she hated you... even as a child she was not very talkative unless another person was present. Regardless, she was still an interesting girl in your eyes, a strand of her hair sticking out from when her head was on the table.

You took the liberty to brush it down into place with your hands, the sudden interaction made her make a slight eep sound. Her face being shrouded in light pink as she tried to back away. Your hand floating in the air a little confused to her quick reactions. “Why didn’t you join us for dinner tonight Ayaka? You know I missed you dearly,” you teased in an effort to change the topic.

“I-I’d rather not say,” she said grabbing both of her chopped curtain bangs to hide her face. 

“Hmm- suit yourself. You know how rigid your brother can be,” you continued. “I think it’s much enjoyable whenever I’m graced with the presence of my beloved Shirasagi Himegimi,” She bit the bottom of her lip, her mind going crazy. Should she take your words as flirting? Or were you just being nice to her? It was always like this whenever you spoke to her alone. She cursed herself for being so timid at times like these.

[4dtk]

have this absolute shameless drabble of sugar daddy gojo that i wrote in between requests. my fingers have never typed so fast im sorry this is literally self-indulgent at this point ARJGJFFJ.

disclaimer i honestly can't see anyone calling gojo daddy but just for this fic..... ill allow it..... and also bc sugar daddy gojo is just always residing in my mind. did you see how he transferred 10 mil to mei mei!!!!! i will never shut the fuck up about that scene. pls spoil me <3

warnings: praise, public sex, sugar daddy/sugar baby relations, breeding kink, pet names

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI

sugar daddy!gojo pushes you up against the window of the store, visible for everyone to see you getting fucked senseless. in the gucci store four floors up, it could work both ways. fortunate to be so high up, although people would be getting a treat if they happened to look up.

“you know what you’re doing, baby?” he grunts, hips rocking into your soaked pussy as the staff outside try to ignore the lewd noises coming from behind the curtains.

it was supposed to be a simple trip: get a dress for gojo’s event in a few weeks and get out. with a tight arm wrapped around his, you followed him around like a starstruck puppy, the edges of your lips curled up knowing he’d treat you a million times over if you just asked for it.

gojo wasn’t any different, either. sure, he’s had sugar babies in the past, but not quite like you who’s so easy to please and spoil, knowing you could never say no even if your life depended on it. with your desperate listing for the requirement of monetary assistance, gojo couldn’t resist taking up the offer.

he just hadn’t expected you to be so… pliant. you had taken it like a good little bitch, too, moaning out for everyone to hear because you liked it like that.

“you’re taking my cock so well, princess,” gojo muttered out, lips nibbling on your ear as he continued to pound you. his grin that you feel against your skin plagues your mind, wanting nothing more than to see how he enjoys ruining you.

the catchy, upbeat pop song playing above you seemed to provide some rhythm, the sultry lyrics fuelling you further.

"so needy that i had to buy out the whole store for an hour, huh?" the male slows his pace, delivering deep thrusts into your cunt with the precision of an expert.

all you can reply are in little pants, sentences incoherent from how deep his cock is in you.

"i don't even think an hour is enough to satisfy my pretty little girl, isn't that right?" gojo picks up the speed again, and you're brought back to the many times he's fucked over his counter, washing machine. to the times where he's eaten you out on his office table and in his sheets of his king-sized.

and now, you've got another memory locked away for nights full of loneliness and soaked underwear when gojo's just too busy for you.

a tongue to your nipples and a hand to your clit makes you choke out a moan, writhing against the glass just to feel more of gojo, more of his cock and more of his lips on your neck.

you're struggling to keep yourself up, finding the right time in between muffled moans and whimpers to ask for one more wish.

"daddy... p-please, i wanna see your-"

"what, baby? repeat it for me." goddamn, the man had no problem articulating his words, how much had he fucked you already?

clearly not enough if you're still able to speak.

"w-wanna see your face when you fuck me deep, daddy!"

your wish is taken away when you're already creaming all over gojo as your hot breath creates fog on the glass in a silent scream.

"aw, you're cumming so hard baby~ you didn't even get to see me yet," he coos, enjoying the gush of your juices that coat his dick and your thighs. everything feels sticky and dirty, but you don't hesitate to beg for one more fuck with your eyes.

gojo catches your drift immediately, hips twitching from the idea of pumping you full of his cum. after all, he hasn't come yet.

he grunts at the time with a quick glance to the clock above your head. without wasting any more time, he flips you over, the restraint to cum slowly reaching its limit with your lolling tongue and fucked-out face.

the male doesn't bother to hide the deep groan that rips from his throat when he drags his dick along your folds, strings of both your juices stretching out in a way that hypnotises gojo.

"n-need your cock, daddy! please!" you whine, grinding your hips against the tip to make sure gojo knows of your desperation. that he's the only one to fuck you so good that no one else can satisfy you.

he smiles knowingly before he sinks into you.

gojo knows that he's the only one that can make you feel this way as he picks up the tempo, hitting spots in you that you didn't know was physically possible.

gojo knows that he's the only one you call daddy shamelessly as he writes off his card to help you in your student debts and the sparkly dress you've been eyeing.

he could throw you away the second you're done with university, the second the media's off his ass about his love life but, the sweet, sweet moans spilling from your lips pull him back in every single time, eager to hear it for as long as your bank's empty and his is piled up with money.

"more! satoru, more, fuuuck..." you groan, shying away from the striking blues of his eyes the more he drinks in your current state.

he's barely holding on, not even minding the first name you called him. the short skirt he'd given you flipped up makes him go crazy, your panties moved to the side to receive the dressing room quickie you always wanted.

"you're so de..eep daddy! i need all your c-cum please...!" it's a mix between a whimper and a whine.

"yeah? 'course i am, baby. your pussy is sucking me in all the w-way," gojo's hips stutters at how you squirm in his tight grasp, locking eyes with him as yours fill with want. your pussy is throbbing, stretched out so much that you don't register the thumb playing with your clit.

"s' too much...! s' too much, d-daddy!"

"you're a good girl, aren't you?" the way you nod is pathetic, eyebrows knitted from being stuffed so full.

"pretty little thing- fuuck..." gojo's losing control himself, the way his balls slaps against your cunt resonates around the small space and nothing feels better than being inches deep in you.

you're a babbling mess by then, unable to even scream out as you cream his cock. with head thrown back, you're left frozen for a second as the orgasm washes over you and a violent shudders goes through your thighs.

"daddy has so much, s-shit- cum for you, doll," it isn't long before the other comes undone, a groan escaping his lips before he shoots his load deep into you.

your pussy is stained white from all the cum he's giving you, gasping from how much gojo is leaking into you.

"thank y-you, satoru..." you trembling has affected your voice, too, burying your head into gojo's neck while your body shivers from sensitivity.

"take all of it, baby," gojo whispers, the hand near your middle moves instantly to finger his cum back into you, fixing back your underwear over your pussy.

a cheeky giggle leaves your mouth as you untangle yourself from the embrace, welcoming a kiss from the man as he slowly begins to clean up himself.

"have you chosen a dress yet, sir?"

gojo's smile is mischievous, not missing the way your face flushes at having to face the embarrassed staff outside.

"we'll take everything, thanks," his eyes never leave you as he helps you off the changing room chair, tugging your body flush to his before leaving you with one more hungry kiss.

"you did so well for daddy, doll. i may just have to treat you tonight since you have a day off university tomorrow..."

even if it wasn't in the contract, gojo loved to spoil you, admiring your mettle when it comes to material items. although...

"you know what i mean," it's enchanting, the way his voice travels like silk, "i'll call in sick for work tomorrow, yeah?"

your mind goes to mush at what tonight might entail, losing all train of coherence when his hushed whisper of my baby's so cute reaches your ear.

in a second you're out of there, hand twined with his while you remain giddy with the thought of getting used by gojo until you reach your limit.

[intheticklecloset]

Give Me Attention! (My Hero Academia)

One Shot

My very first TodoDeku shipping fic! I think it’s a really cute one, too! Thank you so much for the challenge, second anon! It was a lot of fun to tackle and then reread later! I obviously included the two numbers the first anon requested, as well as the numbers that were never requested for any fic (which was really satisfying). I’m not going to post all the numbered prompts that ended up in this fic, because there are far too many of them. But for the record, there are 24/36 prompts in this story. Enjoy! ^^

10. “I’m not going to do anything.” “Then why are you smirking?”

11. “You’re so adorable!”

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“I’m going to die of boredom,” Deku mumbled into Todoroki’s chest, sighing dramatically.

Todoroki glanced down at him. “We’re ten minutes in.”

“I’ve seen this already.”

“Therefore you’re bored of it already?”

Deku looked up at him, pouting. “I want you to give me attention. Not some movie. And this is a long one, too!”

Todoroki couldn’t help but smile. They were curled up together on his bed, using a laptop to watch the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie. They’d barely reached the introduction of Captain Jack Sparrow before Deku grew restless.

“All right,” he conceded. “Let’s make things interesting. How about every time we hear the word ‘pirate’ or some variation of it, I tickle you?”

Deku stiffened in his arms, but before he could pull away, Todoroki wrapped an arm around his waist and held him close. “B-But…this is a pirate movie!” He protested, then yelped with giggles when fingers dug into his side. “Hehehehey!”

“You said the word,” Todoroki said calmly, smirking. “I told you what would happen. You were asking for that one.”

“But this isn’t fair! It’s a pira—ugh, this movie is about that!” Deku tried to push himself away, but his boyfriend only held him tighter. “Shoto!”

Todoroki pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Don’t move, Izuku.” Deku promptly ignored him, still trying to wiggle his way free. Todoroki curled his fingers into his ribs, making him giggle again. “I said quit squirming.”

“Make me!” the green-haired boy shot back, using his flimsy purchase on Todoroki’s chest to reach under his arm and dig in.

Todoroki jerked, laughing, then quickly snatched up Deku’s wrists and held onto them firmly, pulling his boyfriend’s back to his front and wrapping his free hand around his middle. “Oh, you really shouldn’t have done that.”

Deku was still giggling, even without the stimulation. It was obvious he was having more fun than he was letting on. “Let me go!”

At that moment, the word “pirate” floated to their ears from one of the characters, making Todoroki chuckle and Deku start squirming again, already helpless with mirth. “I’m not even touching you yet. You’re so adorable.”

“Take that back!”

Todoroki scoffed. “I will not. You’re really not in a position to be snarky with me, now are you, Midoriya?” The icy-hot hero slid his free hand under Deku’s shirt to scribble at his belly and belly button, grinning at the way his boyfriend snickered and quivered beneath his touch. “I guess I’m going to have to teach you a lesson, aren’t I?”

“Noooo,” Deku whined playfully, squirming. “Dohohohohon’t!”

“Don’t what?”

“Tihihihihickle me!”

“Tickle you? Why, of course I will!” Todoroki switched to pinching up and down his sides and ribs.

Deku’s giggling quickly turned into laughter. “Stohohohohohohop! You knohohohohow I cahahahahan’t take being teheheheheheased like thahahahahahahahat!”

“Aww, well that’s too bad, isn’t it?” Another “pirate” came their way. Todoroki lifted Deku’s pinned wrists and slid his free hand up to his now open underarm. “Oh, dear. How unfortunate for you that the trigger word is ‘pirate’ in a pirate movie. And it’s a long one, too!”

Deku was in hysterics already, kicking frantically as he tried to fight Todoroki off of him. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Aww, does this tickle?”

“YEHEHEHEHEHEHES!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“How cute. Too bad you wanted me to give you attention instead of the movie. Are you sorry yet?”

Deku actually managed to scoff through his laughter. “NOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

“Oh?” Todoroki leaned down to murmur in his ear. “You want me to tickle you that bad?”

“GAH!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! SHOTO STAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!!”

“Oh, but I can’t stop now! You just admitted yourself that you’re having too much fun~”

“STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOP!!” The green-haired hero turned his face away from his boyfriend, still laughing loudly.

“Aw, look at that blush! Don’t try to hide it,” Todoroki cooed playfully. When Deku attempted to bury his face even more, Todoroki decided to pull out the big guns. “Hey, stop resisting me.” He grabbed onto his boyfriend’s hip and squeezed, relishing in the loud shriek that he pulled from his lungs, followed by even harder thrashing. “You’re feisty tonight, aren’t you, giggle bug?”

Deku tossed his head back and dissolved into silent laughter, fighting growing weaker as his hysterics overtook him. Todoroki laughed with him in the moments before the smaller boy gasped for breath and cried, “DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHON’T CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHALL ME THAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT!!”

“Aw, but why? It’s such a cute name, and it fits you so well!”

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

“All right then, how about tickle bug?”

“SHOTO, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! THAT’S WOHOHOHOHOHORSE!!”

Todoroki laughed again. “Tickle bug is worse than giggle bug? Why?”

Deku’s struggling had reached its most frantic at this point, so much so that he was beginning to slide off the bed. Unfortunately, that left his torso even more exposed than it was before.

“What’s the matter, Izuku? Don’t like hearing the word ‘tickle’?”

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE, SHOTO--!!”

“But it’s such a lovely word! Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

Deku was losing his mind laughing, struggling so much his lower half started falling to the floor, making his shirt ride up to expose his bare torso. Todoroki grinned, fully in the moment now, the movie long forgotten. “Aw, am I teasing you too much? Poor, ticklish little Izuku~ Let’s count your ribs, shall we? Since you’ve gone to the trouble of showing them off for me~”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Deku pleaded, but it was useless, as in the next moment he felt his boyfriend’s wicked fingers scratching and raking their way up and down his ribcage, sending him into another fit of cackles. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

After another few long, torturous moments, Todoroki decided that the position they were both in now was both too uncomfortable and awkward to continue, so with one final tweak to the ribs, he released his hold on his boyfriend and watch him slump off the bed entirely, gasping for breath on the floor.

Todoroki chuckled at the mess he’d made of his partner, satisfied with himself. “Happy now?”

Deku let out another few breathless giggles. “I’ll get you for that, Shoto.”

“I’m pretty sure you don’t have it in you right now.”

“Are you sure about that?”

In the next instant, Todoroki suddenly found himself being shoved back onto the mattress, the laptop tumbling ungracefully to the floor, but neither of the boys were paying attention to that anymore. The icy-hot hero stared up at Deku in surprise as he towered above him, grinning mischievously.

Todoroki blushed, suddenly feeling shy. He knew exactly what was about to happen, and though he did enjoy being tickled by his boyfriend, the way he lost control of himself and his laughter still made him self-conscious. “Izuku, don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re going to…you know…”

Deku smiled sweetly at him. “I’m not going to do anything.”

“Then why are you smirking?”

“Because you’re just so cute when you’re flustered.” The smaller hero gently took his wrists and pinned them to either side of his head, swinging a leg over to straddle him. “Not so confident when the tables are turned, are you, Shoto?”

Todoroki pressed his lips together, averting his eyes. He knew Deku was right, but being called out for it didn’t make him any less embarrassed.

Suddenly, he let out a small “eep!” when Deku started swirling a finger around his belly button teasingly. He was helpless to the soft snickers that escaped his lips at the feeling.

Deku grinned. “I was going to see how long you could go without laughing, but I guess that’s a moot point, isn’t it?”

“Izuku,” Todoroki begged, grabbing onto his boyfriend’s shoulder with his free hand, the other still pinned by his head. “Please, don’t tease me like that. Just tickle me already!”

“Oh?” Deku chuckled. “All right, all right. Lucky for you I’m not as mean as some boyfriends in the room.” With that, he shoved his hands under both of Todoroki’s arms and drilled, making the normally quiet icy-hot hero throw his head back and laugh very, very loudly.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! MIDORIYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Deciding to be a little mean, Deku teased, “Hey, Shoto, can you give me attention now? Huh? Can you? Can you give me attention? I want attention! Why aren’t you listening to me?”

Todoroki screamed with laughter, the teasing making him hysterical. “SHUHUHUHUHUHUT UP, IZUKU, OH MY GOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOD!!”

Deku laughed. “No can do, Shoto. You’re far too fun to play with! Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

The two of them spent the better part of their movie night like that, taking turns tickling the crap out of each other, neither of them giving an inch until they were both too exhausted from laughing to do anything more than flop onto each other and fall asleep on the bed.

And the next morning, when Todoroki woke up to find that his laptop had been drained of its battery life due to the forgotten pirate movie, he started their tickle war all over again.

[sad-boy-hank]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐦 𝐢?

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“This is fine, this is good, everything is normal, nothing is out of the ordinary.”

It wasn’t fine, good, or normal, and it most certainly was out of the ordinary.

God, why didn’t you just get in the car with your friends? Oh, that’s right. “Cause I said, ‘oh, don’t worry about me, I know exactly where I’m going!’” You huffed, frustrated and nervous. “Yeah right.”

The puddles made your sneakers squelch, a very uncomfortable feeling especially since you weren’t sure if it was even water you were stepping in. You flinched as you picked up the sounds of squeaking, terrified that it might be an agent sent to kill you.

You shook your head and patted your face Alright, calm down. I’m not that important. But, then again, it’s not like it was a rat.

Importations of those things were illegal, right?

You let out a loud squeak, sounding like a dog toy if a dog toy could get surprised. Oh god, something just ran over my foot, oh god. Terrified at the slim chance that it was a rat, you dove to the side, pressing yourself against a brick wall. Brick? Where the hell am I? Whatever turns you took were way wrong because this was not Nevada.

Taking small, shallow breaths, you decided to actually look around (which for some reason you hadn’t done in an hour).

This was an alleyway. Okay. We got that down.

You glanced to your left and right. A bin with a door next to it on the right. How did I not see that? With cautious fright, you padded towards the strangely massive door. Who the hell lives here? You paused before the door. You’d asked yourself a good question: Who lived behind this door? Was it dangerous? Could- would it kill you?

You turned around hastily, trying to find a weapon. Aha! A convieniently-placed metal pipe. Perfect. Grabbing it and swiveling it around in your fists, you let out a sigh. Please be empty. Please be empty. Breathing deeply, you tried to hype yourself up. “Okay, one, two, THREE!” With a yell, you threw yourself against the door, squeaking as it hardly moved and the pipe you were holding clattered to the ground.

“HEY! WHO’S OUT THERE?”

Ah, shit.

Okay, okay, quick, where do you hide? Fuck, the bin’s too tall! Maybe if I-

You let out a loud and frightened SQUEAK As a hand grabbed you by the middle. “What kinda fuckin’ cat-- HANK! GET OVER HERE I FOUND SOMETHING FUCKED-UP!”

Panicking, you only just noticed the silhouette of the thing holding you as your brain went into attack mode. Arms. As fucked-up as it was for anything to have those, you could bite ‘em.

The person holding you shrieked as your face split in two to chomp down on its arm, shaking it violently in a futile attempt to get you the fuck away. “HANK HURRY UP!”

You let go as soon as you heard pounding footsteps clanking against the floor, and raced towards the huge door (which, thankfully, was still open) only to squeal as you were picked up yet again, this time by the scruff. Instinctively, you went limp, letting your jaw go slack and allowing your hands to swing beside you. Please don’t kill me, please don’t kill me, please don’t kill me.

You tried in vain to tense your muscles, unable to with a hand pinching your scruff. Terror filled you as you felt hot breath grazing the side of your face. “Huh. This is fucked-up,” a gruff voice rumbled. You screamed as it shook you. Is this motherfucker toying around? “So, it’s alive.”

“OW!” You shrieked, your back hitting the ground hard, a massive pain spreading across your body. You curled into yourself when you heard something chuckle.

“Jesus, what’s up with its hands?”

THERE’S THREE OF THEM? You jerked your hand back when you felt a warm hand touch it and scooted back, hissing. “G-get the FUCK away from me! EEP-”

For the third fucking time strong hands grabbed you and lifted you up, causing you to flail wildly. “You talk?” There’s the first voice.

Beating its arms with your comparatively tiny fists, you started crying. “LET ME FUCKING GO!” You squealed, angry and scared. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU FREAKS WANT?”

You yelped as you were grabbed by ANOTHER motherfucking hand and started quaking, tears brimming at the corners of your facial cross. “D’aww, you’re so tiny!”

Is this bitch trying to baby you? “I- I’M 27!” You shouted, now a bit more pissed than frightened. “Put me the fuck down!”

You snapped your head around at the sound of a huff. “You heard the lil’ dude. Set ‘em down.”

The person holding you frowned, disappointed that they couldn’t hold you longer. “FINE, Sanford.” They gently placed you down on the cold, concrete floor. You couldn’t really shoot a proper “thank you” (your head was spinning), so you just held out your hand in an exhausted, grateful gesture.

The owner of the first voice (maybe it was Sanford?) crouched down and grabbed your hand with a smile, but recoiled instantly with a worried expression when you shrieked. “WHAT are you doing?” you squealed.

“Th- that’s what people do when they wanna shake hands,” the man (yeah, probaby Sanford) explained, confused at your reaction.

The midpoint of your facial cross scrunched up. “Huh? No, I’m saying thank you! It’s basic sign language!”

A hand was placed on your shoulder, making you squeak. “That’s not sign language for ‘thank you’.” Ah, that was the dude with the rough voice. You turned to face him shakily, watching with frightened curiosity as he gently placed his hand on his chin, then straightened his arm to move it away. “That’s sign language for thank you.”

Your face kept its confused expression as you looked down at your shoes. For a moment, you stood and tried to regain your composure. “W… where the hell am I, anyway?”

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Lepidoterophobia Prt. Three (Finale)

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: A couple of y’all asked real nice for kisses and you know what, that’s valid. Shinobu is such a tease though so she’s gonna make you work for it! Just not in the way you’d expect. It’s all fluff but get ready for some loving caresses and a massage at one point! It gets a little frisky, but nothing too explicit and sorry for the sub bottom energy but, come on, its Shinobu. I think this will be it for this little series. Thanks for liking it so much! <3 (Part One) (Part Two) Word Count: 4,977

(Y/n) had been recuperating within the Butterfly Estate for only two weeks before she felt as if she was about to lose her mind.

She still hadn’t been allowed to leave her bed. Only limited movement and changes in position to partake in very simple exercises and to avoid bed sores were permitted. What made it even more depressing was how the small movements would take the little energy she had right out of her. Then there was that disgusting medicine as well. (Y/n), quite literally, almost threw up the first time Aoi had given it to her. Aoi had scolded her good after that, going on about a special brewing process and rare ingredients; how Shinobu had worked tirelessly to make it for her.

Shinobu... Now, if (Y/n) had to assemble a list of reasons for the impending mental breakdown she felt coming on, Kochou Shinobu would be at the tippy top of that list.

She was an absolute tease! Lingering touches, no regard for personal space whatsoever. Then there was her downright devious way with words that could make (Y/n)’s skin heat intensely and her brain short circuit, leaving her completely out of commission for the rest of the day in some cases.

That was to be expected though, especially since this was Shinobu they were thinking about, and (Y/n) was fine with that. She wouldn’t want her any other way. However, despite all of the teasing, or because of all of the teasing rather, Shinobu and (Y/n) had yet to kiss, unless one counted nose and cheek kisses of course. There was no shortage of those sweet affections.  And it wasn’t like (Y/n) hadn’t attempted on quite a few occasion to initiate a kiss herself, but her attempts had always been thwarted. If not by the sweet little girls of the estate interrupting the moment, then by Shinobu herself turning her head so (Y/n)’s lips would meet the soft skin of her cheek instead.

There were a few close instances, such as last night when Shinobu had come by to bid (Y/n) goodnight. She hovered over (Y/n)’s face, close enough that (Y/n) could feel the air leave Shinobu’s lips and wash over her own as she spoke. Unfortunately, (Y/n) had forgotten to actually pay attention to what Shinobu was saying, which led to more teasing.

After Shinobu had thoroughly roasted (Y/n), she delicately cupped the side of (Y/n)’s cheek, her cool and calloused thumb had skimmed over her lower lip, pulling it to the side slightly as Shinobu came closer still. Their noses brushed and (Y/n) almost forgot to breathe, her head muddled with the dizzying wisteria scent that clung to the other woman. (Y/n)’s eyes slid shut and her heart beat pounded in her ears. The feeling of Shinobu’s thumb as she made another pass over her lip was electric, fire, leaving a tingling feeling in its wake over the trembling flesh.

And then, a sweet yet chaste kiss to (Y/n)’s hairline and Shinobu rose back to her full height, an undisguised smirk and gleaming, mischievous eyes filled (Y/n)’s vision as her own eyes snapped open to look over the Hashira with a barely contained sense of betrayal. Shinobu’s pigeoned laughter rang in (Y/n)‘s ears for hours after the Hashira had retired to her own bedroom and (Y/n) awkwardly maneuvered herself in her own bed to yell into her pillow.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n), are you sleeping with your eyes open? What an unsettling habit.”

“Hm?” (Y/n) blinked, turning her head to see the devil herself smiling down at her. She looked unfairly angelic in the soft sunlight that was streaming through the window. “Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” Shinobu asked, taking a familiar perch on the edge of (Y/n)’s bed.

“Meh,” (Y/n) shrugged, willing the beating of her heart to not betray her, “Nothing. What were you saying earlier?”

Shinobu leveled a look at (Y/n) that could be clearly interpreted as saying something along the lines of, ‘I could easily grill you for the answers I want, but I’m feeling merciful at the moment so I’ll let it be’. “I had said good morning and asked you if you were ready for your light exercises. It was strange to see you look so focused. I’ll admit, I didn’t know your brain could work so hard. Don’t strain it too much though, okay?”

“Shinobu!” (Y/n) huffed, pursing her lips while Shinobu laughed at her cute expression.

“Oh don’t take it too hard, (Y/n). You know I’m just teasing. I think you’re quite intelligent,” Shinobu praised, leaning over to land a quick peck to (Y/n)’s forehead before pulling back up. “Now how about we sit you up, okay?”

“Okay,” (Y/n) couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at her lips in response to Shinobu’s affections, “I’m ready.”

(Y/n) strained her core, and with a little help from Shinobu pushing at her back, she managed to sit upright in bed without much fuss. Still, (Y/n) felt a little light headed from the excursion.

“Take a moment to focus on your breathing.” Shinobu said. She had noticed (Y/n) swallow thickly and rubbed her back in soothing circles. “Let me know when your ready to move to the edge of the bed.”

After a minute passed, (Y/n) nodded at Shinobu and slowly but surely they worked together so that (Y/n)’s legs dangled off of the side of the bed and her arms hung loosely at her sides. It had really surprised (Y/n) how quickly her health had deteriorated in the wake of the butterfly demon’s attack. Even her legs which had been her best asset to her survival that night, felt like lead now. Heavy and weakened like the rest of her body as her energy was sapped away to heal the most damaged areas.

“Let’s begin with your arms, shall we?” Shinobu spoke almost in a whisper, her mind undoubtedly returning to that hard night as well. “Can you lift them for me?”

(Y/n) fought against the heavy feeling in her arms. Thanking the gods for the absence of the snug slings she no longer had to wear constantly. Though she had to fight hard, the burn she felt as she raised her arms felt kind of good, like stretching a sore muscle. She only managed to raise her straightened arms so that her hands were about level with her navel before they started to tense and shake.

“Good, Just hold.” Shinobu coached. (Y/n) held the position for almost fifteen seconds before she let her arms fall back to her sides in a sharp exhale of air. “Well done. Take a couple breaths and try another rep, okay?”

(Y/n) made it through three more repetitions. Blood thrummed in her ears and a light sheen of sweat covered her forehead but she had done better than yesterday and that was all she could ask for. Next were the wrist rotations which were a welcome relief despite the slight discomfort (Y/n) felt reverberate in her elbows. Then the finger flexes and shoulder rolls solidified the poor slayer’s exhaustion, but at least that signified the end of her light stretches. Or so she thought.

“We should really stretch your legs a bit. They feel stiff, don’t they?” Shinobu inquired, inspecting (Y/n) from where she stood in front of her, a finger tapping against her chin as she spoke.

“They have been feeling rather stiff,” (Y/n) agreed, “but I’m sure if I tried to stand up right now I’d buckle over like a sack of rice.”

“No need to stand. Usually I’d get the younger girls to help with such things but it won’t take long, lean back,” Even as Shinobu spoke, she didn’t give (Y/n) enough time to move on her own, pushing her flat on her back with a gentle hand pressed firmly against (Y/n)’s chest near her collarbone.

“Wah- wait. Aren’t you going to talk me through it or— eep!” (Y/n) choked on her words as Shinobu worked her hips between (Y/n)’s legs which still dangled off the bed. (Y/n) felt her blood pressure skyrocket as the space between them completely disappeared.

One of Shinobu’s hands moved slowly, excruciating so, over (Y/n)’s thigh in a way that was entirely unnecessary.

“Are you alright, (Y/n)? I’m not hurting you am I?” Shinobu cooed while her hand disappeared under the backside of (Y/n)’s thigh.

“No!” (Y/n) squeaked, cursing the way her voice rose another octave above her normal cadence.

“Good, I hope we can keep it that way. Let me know if it gets to be too much, okay dear?”

It should be a crime to have a voice that can hold such power over a person like that. Shinobu could have told (Y/n) to climb to the top of Natagumo Mountain and jump off and she’d have done it, no questions asked. (Y/n) released a shuddering breath and nodded her response, unable to trust her own voice to reply without risk of further embarrassment.

Shinobu hummed and pushed up on the back of (Y/n)’s thigh, her hand naturally sliding up to the crook of the slayer’s knee as the leg rose up. Slowly, she began to push the knee inward towards (Y/n)’s chest. (Y/n) winced slightly at the stretch, but it hardly registered in comparison to Shinobu’s extremely close proximity.

Shinobu placed her once idle hand over (Y/n)’s knee cap, her other hand sliding further up to cup (Y/n)’s calf, gently squeezing while she raised the rest of the leg and began to slowly stretch it over (Y/n)’s torso as far as she could get it to go.

(y/n) sucked in a breath, “Okay, that burns a bit!”

Shinobu paused her movements and held the leg in position, “Not bad flexibility, (Y/n). With a little bit of work I bet you could go even further. I think I’d like to see.”

What was (Y/n) supposed to say to that? She made some uncommitted sound and tried not to think too intently about how Shinobu was pressing into her. After a few more moments of holding the position, Shinobu moved the leg outward to stretch it from another angle. The limb cracked near the base of her hip and (Y/n) sighed with relief. This was a lot more gentle than what the younger girls put her through during recovery training all those months ago.

“Oh? Does that feel better, (Y/n)?” Shinobu asked, her voice like honey and silk. Her hands slowly massaging the muscles of (Y/n)’s calf and thigh. (Y/n) nodded, her eyes nearly closing as she focused on Shinobu’s ministrations. “I’d like to hear you say so, just to make sure.”

“Yeah, it feels awesome.” (Y/n) sighed again, unabashed. Shinobu giggled.

“Wonderful, let’s move on to the other one then, shall we?”

“Gods, yes please!” (Y/n) responded eagerly, rubbing her free leg against Shinobu’s side until Shinobu took hold of it and gave it the same treatment as the other leg which was now hanging loosely over the edge of the bed.

By the time Shinobu had brought (Y/n)’s other leg back down, (Y/n) was trying to fight off sleep. However, the loosened and relaxed state of her muscles after the stretches clearly were beating out her efforts.

“Wow, (Y/n). Tired already? You haven’t even eaten breakfast yet.” Shinobu commented while she absently ran her hands over (Y/n)’s thighs, the motion felt comforting.

“I know,” (Y/n) groaned, “It's your fault for being so good at your job. I feel like a limp noodle, a very sleepy limp noodle.”

“Oh?” Shinobu chuckled. Sliding her hands purposefully upward until they rested at either side of (Y/n)’s ribs. The shift in her weight had her resting on her elbows, her chest resting just below (Y/n)’s. “Perhaps I could find a way to liven you up.”

“What do you have in mind?” (Y/n) asked slyly, hoping Shinobu couldn’t hear how fast her heart was racing. She wrapped her legs over Shinobu’s hips, locking her in, in hope to distract her, but also to egg her on.

Shinobu grinned at (Y/n) and shimmied closer. One of her hands came up to cradle (Y/n)’s jaw. She leaned even closer and landed a quick kiss to (Y/n)’s chin, then she pressed another one in the crook of (Y/n)’s neck, making the injured slayer laugh as she nuzzled closer.

“Oh!” (Y/n)‘s eyes shot wide open as the feeling of teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck.

“Hm? What is it, (Y/n)?” Shinobu asked, smiling against (Y/n)’s neck. “You seem to be perking up already.” she added, punctuating her words with a quick swipe of her tongue over (Y/n)’s neck, making the girl beneath her shiver.

(Y/n) whimpered quietly, much to her embarrassment, while Shinobu lavished her neck with attentions. Shinobu slowly worked her way upward, kissing her jaw and cheek before connecting her line of vision with (Y/n)’s.

The lovestruck look in (Y/n)’s eyes quickly morphed into an indignant glare as she perceived the familiar, mischievous glimmer in Shinobu’s plum colored irises.

“No.” (Y/n) said, her tone disbelieving. “No.” She said again, this time with a little more force behind it, shaking her head while Shinobu grinned down at her. “Shinobu!”

“I’m sorry (Y/n), but my meeting is starting soon so I must be off. Aoi will be by with breakfast soon. Make sure you eat it all so you can get stronger, okay?”

“But—!” (Y/n) tried to hold Shinobu to her body by tightening her legs around her but they did nothing to help her in her weakened state. Shinobu easily slipped free and (Y/n)‘s legs dropped back down over the edge of the bed in defeat.

“No buts! Let’s get you turned around quick, alright?” Shinobu grunted as she hoisted (Y/n)’s lower half and twisted (Y/n)’s body to lay fully on the bed with very little help from the dumbfounded, disgruntled girl. Then with a quick, teasing squeeze of (Y/n)’s knee, she was gone.

(Y/n)’s arm shook as she painstakingly pulled one of the pillows behind her free and pressed it as hard as she could over her face. “What the fuck?! AHH!” (Y/n) screamed, her voice muffled by the dense material.

***

The next time Shinobu walked into her room, (Y/n) had decided that was going to kiss her. She was going to kiss her full on the mouth or die trying because if she knew one thing, it was that she couldn’t play Shinobu’s games any longer.

For the rest of the day (Y/n)’s head was filled with thoughts of Shinobu getting a taste of her own medicine. (Y/n) had it all planned out. First, she was going to tease and flirt. How hard could that be? Shinobu made it look as easy as breathing. Then, once Shinobu had been thoroughly charmed, she would be practically begging for (Y/n) to sweep her off her feet, metaphorically of course, at least until (Y/n) wasn’t on bed arrest anymore. Then she’d kiss her and it would be Shinobu who would short circuit, Shinobu who would be at (Y/n)’s complete mercy! A foolproof plan!

(Y/n)’s chance came around midday four days later. Shinobu had been sent away on a mission soon after her meeting, giving (Y/n) plenty of time to think of how to execute her plan of action. The slayer sat upright in her bed now that she could do so herself without too much strain. She stared the door down with a determined gaze, gently scratching behind Mochi’s head while the bird stood in her lap. Any minute now she would come through that door. Prepare to be seduced, Kochou Shinobu!

A knock resonated off the door before it slid open a moment later and Shinobu glided in. Mochi cawed happily, flapping off of (Y/n)’s lap to fly around the Hashira in greeting. Shinobu simpered at the overly enthusiastic raven and told the bird about a fresh meal worm cake with his name on it. Mochi screeched and Shinobu laughed, ducking her head as Mochi flew out the door and towards the garden at mach speed. Then Shinobu closed the door behind her. Then, when she turned back and smiled a most dazzling smile that was all for (Y/n), every suave thing (Y/n) had thought to say flew right out the window. Four days of planning, completely down the drain. And all that remained was one lovestruck idiot.

“H-hey... you.” (Y/n) greeted, returning Shinobu’s smile although she was definitely screaming at herself on the inside.

“Hey yourself. You already look so much better than the last time I saw you! You’ve been keeping up with your medications and stretches, right?” Shinobu sat herself down on the edge of the bed. Her back was tilted away from (Y/n) and one leg was tucked and bent over the bed sheets while the other swung off the bed. (Y/n) also noticed that curiously, Shinobu had one hand hidden behind her back.

“Of course I have. I want to get better as soon as possible.” (Y/n) nodded resolutely. “Now,” (Y/n) tilted her head and eyed Shinobu warily, “what have you got behind your back?”

“I have something I want to test with you, a game of sorts, (Y/n).” Shinobu grinned devilishly.

“I have a feeling I don’t want to play this game if that look on your face is anything to go by.”

“Oh don’t be like that, (Y/n). I think it will be good for you. Won’t you please do this? The reward should you succeed will be very sweet.”

“Hrrrmmmm,” (Y/n) winced as she adjusted herself on the bed to sit a bit straighter and looked at Shinobu suspiciously. The Hashira’s eyes gave nothing away and (Y/n) sighed. “I suppose I could humor you. I’ve missed you after all.”

Shinobu simpered, and bounced a bit closer to (Y/n) on the bed, jostling her somewhat. Her hand was still behind her back as the other one lovingly brushed at (Y/n)’s hair. “(Y/n), you’re too sweet,” she cooed, “I missed you too.” She came even closer and nuzzled (Y/n)’s nose with hers, giving it a quick peck before withdrawing. Her face appeared to have morphed into a more serious disposition that had (Y/n) feeling both confused and filled with a sense of apprehension.

“Uh, I don’t usually associate such serious expressions with games.” (Y/n) laughed nervously.

“Perhaps I misspoke earlier,” Shinobu amended, a bit sheepishly, “It’s not a game, I should not have phrased it as such. I’m sorry. I was belittling you without you even knowing, without me realizing. I didn’t mean to, I-“

“Shinobu,” (Y/n) covered the Pillar’s free hand with her own, “it’s okay. What is it?”

“Remember what I said about exposure therapy a while back?”

“Shinobu, no.” (Y/n) backed as far as she could against the headboard, her heart beat picking up pace.

“(Y/n), I think it would be good for you. I’m not saying you have to love butterflies, I just want to help lower the distress and anxiety you feel when they are near.”

“Maybe you should focus on your own fear of furry animals before you start trying to fix my problems.” (Y/n) shook her head, her eyes flickering between Shinobu’s own and the Hashira’s hidden arm.

“I told you, it’s not a fear. I just can’t stand the mess all that shedded fur makes. Need I remind you that I’m allergic to the dander left by most of those furry beasts?” Shinobu easily countered.

(Y/n) thought back to earlier last week when Naho had smuggled in a stray dog to feed it. Kiyo and Sumi had gotten an idea in their heads that if they could hide the dog from Shinobu, they could keep it. Unfortunately, they were not very good at keeping their excitement to themselves. They had already led the dog through most of the estate, including the infirmary just before Shinobu made her morning rounds. By the time they reached (Y/n)’s room to show her the sweet pup, Shinobu was already there, trying to find some solace from the irritants that ransacked her senses. Her eyes were irritated, puffy and watery. Loud, unrefined sniffles and sneezes practically had the poor Hashira gasping for air. (Y/n)‘ s heart went out to her, but the way Shinobu’s voice sounded while she was so congested was insanely adorable.

Shinobu had admonished the girls as gently as she could between ferocious sneezes that seemed impossibly loud coming from such a small woman. (Y/n) felt bad for the girls, for the dog, but at least the dog hadn’t been a stray after all.

Fortunately, it had belonged to the Wind Pillar of all people. Giyuu had apparently been charged with watching the dog while he was away on a mission. He had lost sight of it and had been looking for the fluffy white dog all morning. (Y/n) couldn’t help but chuckle as she recalled how Shinobu shit talked Shinazugawa and Tomioka while sitting at the desk in (Y/n)’s room while she mixed herself some medication between wiping her nose and dabbing tears from her eyes.

“You were so cute!” (Y/n) thought gleefully.

“There was nothing cute about it. I felt disgusting.” Shinobu disagreed, the vein in her forehead pulsed faintly. “Now, back to the subject at hand. (Y/n), behind my back I have a specimen jar. In this jar is a butterfly that is so small, it’s wingspan is only about half the size of my pinky finger,” Shinobu slid her free hand out from under (Y/n)’s and stuck out her pinky finger, “See how small that is?”

(Y/n) had wanted to say something snarky, something along the lines of every part of Shinobu being small, but she smartly kept that comment to herself and simply nodded instead. Shinobu put her hand back down over (Y/n)’s.

“The butterfly can’t get out unless you untwist the lid. All I want you to do is hold the jar for a minute. This is a completely controlled, safe environment for you to explore your responses to butterflies. If you really don’t want to try, I won’t force you. I’m only suggesting because I really wish for you to be more comfortable here, to feel more at home.”

(Y/n)’s heart warmed at Shinobu’s admission. Yes, Shinobu had an air about her that (Y/n) felt powerless to deny, but Shinobu would never want to take advantage of her nor anyone else. Though she provoked and teased like a demon, Shinobu was endlessly kind and compassionate where it mattered.

(Y/n) gave the Hashira a nervous smile and shakily presented her hands over her lap, “Don’t mess this up Kochou. I’m only doing this because I like you so much.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Shinobu said, sincerely. Finally, she produced the specimen jar from behind her back, cupping the bottom with her opposite hand while the other held firmly from the side. She gauged (Y/n)’s expression and observed for any intense discomfort in her body language as her hands made their approach.

(Y/n) immediately locked on to the small butterfly fluttering against the glass and swallowed hard. Her throat suddenly felt unbearably dry. Despite this, she kept her palms, now slightly sweaty, upturned in front of her, waiting.

(Y/n) jolted, feeling Shinobu’s knuckles slide against her palm. The only barrier left between the glass and her skin was slipping away.

“Oh gods!” All too quickly Shinobu’s hands were gone, hovering at either side of the glass, and (Y/n) was left holding the jar. “WhoooeeeEEAH! nooo nonono fuck-!“ (Y/n) scrambled to adjust her hold, only allowing the very tips of her fingers to hold on. Of course she realized that there was a layer of glass between herself and the insect, but she couldn’t help but hastily adjust her fingers every time the small insect fluttered too close. “Shinobu!”

“It’s okay, you’re doing great!” Shinobu encouraged. “Try focusing on telling me what you notice about the butterfly.”

“It looks like it’s out for blood!” (Y/n) exclaimed sharply, not taking her eyes off the specimen jar. Her fingers still dancing clumsily around the glass.

“How about you tell me about what you can physically see that is scientifically sound.” Shinobu tried again.

“It’s blue with black edges that have little white dots and it’s fast as hell! I think it’s tongue thing is flexing at me! Why is it doing that?!”

“That’s the proboscis, (Y/n). Butterflies use it to drink the nectar from flowers.” Shinobu provided helpfully.

“I bet it would drink my blood like a mosquito if it had the chance!” (y/n) thought bitterly.

“It physically can’t, (Y/n). The proboscis is too weak too pierce skin.”

“Is that true?” (Y/n) asked skeptically, “There’s not a single butterfly that would suck me dry if it could?”

“There is not a single butterfly in all of Japan that could do that to you, (Y/n).” Shinobu assured. Of course, she had read about some species of butterflies and moths overseas that did have the capability to drink blood and even presented the salty nutrients to their mates. She wasn’t going to tell (Y/n) that bit of information anytime soon though.

“Okay, that’s actually kind of reassuring, but it still freaks me out!” (Y/n)‘s fingers had finally found purchase on the rim of the metal lid. The butterfly inside had finally calmed down and settled at the bottom of the jar, it’s wings flapping intermittently.

“That’s okay, do you think you can tell me anything else about it? Our time is just about up.”

“Its legs bend weird. Its eyes are soulless. It looks like it’s resting now but it’s just biding its time.”

“Biding it’s time before I let it back out into the garden perhaps, but it has neither the desire nor the means to harm you.” Shinobu assured.

(Y/n) pursed her lips. She was staring so intently at the insect that she hardly registered Shinobu’s movements until she was fully straddling her thighs.

“What are you doing?” (Y/n) mumbled, not taking her eyes away from the jar despite Shinobu’s change in position. The Insect Pillar did not speak, instead lifting (Y/n)’s chin up. “Hey!” (Y/n) exclaimed. She tried to keep her head down, unwilling to let the butterfly out of her sight lest it suddenly disappear. Yet, Shinobu persisted, taking either side of (Y/n)’s head in her hands, drawing closer until all (Y/n) could see was purple. “Shi-“

(Y/n)’s mind went delightfully numb, filled with a fuzzy warmth that radiated all the way down to her toes. She leaned further into the kiss, reveling in the softness of Shinobu’s lips nipping against her own. After a few more moments, (Y/n) could feel Shinobu’s lips part into a smile against her own and (Y/n) couldn’t help but do the same, resting her forehead on Shinobu’s.

“What was that for?” (Y/n) giggled breathlessly, her hands had somehow made their way to Shinobu’s neck, her fingers laced behind her head threatening to pull the Hashira back in at a moment’s notice.

“Hm? Can’t I kiss my girlfriend?” Shinobu teased, landing a quick, a more chaste, kiss to (Y/n)’s lips.

“You can, and you have, but never on the lips. What changed? I thought you were going to tease me about it forever.”

“As entertaining as that sounds, I was actually trying to do you a favor.” Shinobu grinned.

“How do you figure that?” (Y/n) asked, looking at Shinobu incredulously.

“Because now that I’ve got a taste of you, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

“Mm!”

Another kiss more fiery and involved than the last. (Y/n) actually had to slip her hands down Shinobu’s chest and push her away so she could catch her breath.

“Not that I mind, and I really don’t mind,” (Y/n) spoke between breaths, “but what changed, why right this minute?”

“It was your reward.” Shinobu stated plainly.

“For...?”

“Oh my, you really did forget already, haven’t you? I’m sorry, I hadn’t realized I had cut off the oxygen supply to your brain so effectively.”

Suddenly (Y/n)’s eyes snapped down to her lap and yelled loud enough for Shinobu to wince and lean back a smidge. How had (Y/n) forgotten? She picked up the discarded specimen jar by the lid using her index finger and thumb and scanned the inside, shivering once she found the butterfly still inside. Then she reached to place it on the bedside table, it made a little clattering sound as she quickly removed her hand as if the glass had burned her. Pulling Shinobu closer, (Y/n) buried her face in her chest and groaned while Shinobu laughed and patted (Y/n)’s head.

“You distracted me.” (Y/n)’s muffled voice accused.

“Perhaps, but didn’t it feel nice? And look, you are no worse for wear. In fact, I might even say you looked even more relaxed than before we began.”

“So what, are you going to kiss me every time I see a butterfly? Hardly seems practical.”

“Mmm but what a lovely idea. There are certainly enough around that I could get several kisses every day. If we make a habit out of it, sooner or later when you see a butterfly, your first reaction will be to pucker up rather than screaming.” Shinobu mused.

“Can’t you just be satisfied knowing that you’re the only butterfly I have ever, and will ever like?” (Y/n) paused, “Well, you and Kanao, Aoi, Naho, Kiyo, and Sumi.”

“I’m so honored.” Shinobu smiled and rolled her eyes, still stroking (Y/n)’s hair.

“You should be. It’s a very exclusive list. But there is an even more exclusive list that only you have access to.” (Y/n) said, returning to an upright position to face Shinobu once more.

“And what list would that be?”

(Y/n) tilted her head and stole another kiss from Shinobu who eagerly reciprocated, chasing (Y/n)’s lips even as she pulled away, giggling.

“The list of butterflies that I could not be happier to kiss.”

[gojology]

Intoxicated. (18+)

The Request: 

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 | I’m so sorry anon, usually I finish the whole fic before adding the author’s note, and I’m now realizing that I read your request wrong. I think you meant to have Gojo and Reader as friends but uh... I kinda wrote this as the opposite? It’s more of a Popular Gojo x Loner Reader. I hope this still fits your tastes because otherwise I followed everything you asked for, you’re welcome to request more and I’ll write them PERFECTLY I swear. Also can ya’ll tell I’m bad at choosing titles LMFAO 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | College Student! Dom! Gojo x Drunk! Sub! (as per usual..) Reader 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 3808 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | Suggestions of Rape (Nothing Happens Though, Also I’m Not Sure If That’s The Correct Choice of Wording...), Fluff, Oral (Male Receiving), Somewhat Public, Hair Pulling,  𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | After attending a party due to some persistent begging from a friend, hopeful for Gojo Satoru, your long-time crush to come, you turn back empty-handed. That’s what you thought, though. Eventually he comes around and helps you in more ways then one.

           The thumping of bass was all you could hear.      Loud drunken cheering, chatter amidst the scene. Poorly discarded red solo cups littered the floor and the tables, and at the corner of your eye you could see a heap of college students piled up on top of each other, snoring.     You impatiently tap your foot against the sticky floor, most likely due to the uncleaned spilt drinks. You weren’t exactly fond of college parties. Most of the time nothing occurred, and besides, you had your eyes set on a certain man, so you weren’t quite looking for a quick night. But you had come regardless, since your friend had begged and eventually convinced you to.     Scanning the crowd once more, hopeful, you curse under your breath as you come out of your search unsuccessful once more. Not even a glimpse of Gojo Satoru, someone that always attended crazy parties, and this party was high on the scale of crazy. This had to be the most depressingly boring party you’ve ever attended.     But if you weren’t here to shamelessly stalk Satoru, or socialize, you had to do a bit of drinking, or else what would be the point?    Walking towards the alcohol was the last thing you wanted to do. Hordes of intoxicated students were blatantly making out with each other, drinks left untouched and probably forgotten, not to mention just the overall anxiety you would get to be so caught up in the life of the party.     “Yooo... ‘S that you, (Y/N)?” you heard a familiar drunken voice even through the loud music, and you whip around, glad to have some form of escape from the awkwardness.    You were hesitant to approach your friend, you knew they were the friendly type, and that was only exemplified during drinking.    “Yup, that’s me!” you smile awkwardly, setting your empty cup down on the table.     “Agh. Fuck.” your friend groaned, stumbling onto you, sloppily catching themselves using your shoulders. “Sorry... Long night. Holy shit (Y/N), didn’t think you’d actually fucking come out and party. Nice to see you... Fuck-” brushing off a pair girls dancing wildly from their shoulder, your friend cleared their throat.    You try not to make a face, and instead direct your attention to the crowd on the opposite end of the room, hoping this was enough to tell your friend that you weren’t exactly looking for a conversation.    “...Fuck... What was I saying..? Oh yeahhhh, glad to see ya out here hermit. I’ll pour your drink~! How’s class going?”     Clumsily fumbling with your cup, you had subconsciously picked it back up, your fingers itching to fidget with it and pretend your friend wasn’t there at all. Turning to face your friend again, a grin playing at your lips, hoping you looked friendly. “No that’s fine! I’ll do it myself, I’m way less drunk then you are. Why don’t you go sit down?” You mentally facepalm. Of course they wouldn’t get your body language, they were literally drunk.     Your friend grinned boldly, “Hey, you said it, not me~ You can leave anytime though... Guy named Gojo Satoru coming soon... Makes all the parties go wild. Ladies love him. Probably not your style though, eh?”     You don’t reply, instead watching your friend nod at you, perhaps as a way of saying goodbye when they couldn’t do it normally. Taking sluggish strides to mix back in with the crowd of people, unintelligibly rambling about something you presumed was about Gojo Satoru. You wave at them as they blended into the blur of faces.    It takes a moment to register everything that was just said. Your heart pounding, you turn to face the variety of alcohol instead, finally settling on some cheap beer, since you had no idea what the rest was, yet you weren’t quite thinking about the quality of the alcohol you were drinking.    You were looking down at the selection of drinks, but your mind wasn’t thinking about that at all.     You had thought your luck really was shit, but that didn’t appear to be the case any longer.     Your brain was thinking quicker then your hands could catch up, spilling the canned liquid onto the table instead of your cup, but that wasn’t what you were thinking about right now.      Setting the can down without another thought, you take a long sip, enjoying the ice cold beverage, your mouth going numb with every swig. Usually you’d throw up at the slightest thought of the after taste of beer, but that didn’t matter. Right now, all that was in your world was your red solo cup, the cheep booze inside of it, and whenever the hell Gojo Satoru would arrive.      The likelihood of him noticing you was probably in the negatives, you were a wall flower, an average college student, but him? He probably had a part-time job as a super model, or perhaps a fitness trainer. Strong toned arms, always a smug smirk on his face, strikingly white hair, and those damned circular shades.      Shaking your head, you pour another can of beer into your cup, feeling yourself go numb and ignoring the thoughts going rampant in your head. The only thing to distance yourself from these thoughts were to drink yourself to sleep, seeing as everyone else was doing the same thing, or call an Uber.      Unfortunately, that probably had a lower probability of Gojo taking an interest in you. You were, of course, a broke college student living off of pre-packaged noodles and relatively cheap dishes. It would be more likely to crash at your friends place.      You weren’t quite the drinker, much less experienced with the booze. You felt your knees wobble, and a strong urge to throw up at the back of your throat. You shouldn’t have overdrank.      Leaving your cup on the table, you shrugged your way towards the exit, murmuring (or rather slurring) polite excuse me’s and sorry’s, Stumbling your way towards the door, you were just now realizing that people were even now still coming into the party. You desperately needed fresh air, the atmosphere in the party was too hectic, too crazy, too stuffy.      As soon as you stepped an inch away from the interior, you drew in a long much needed sigh, every breath coming out as a cloud of fog.      The night was quiet and still, and you finally felt like you could vomit your guts away in peace.      Walking over to the nearest trashcan you can find, you vomited as much as you could, feeling lighter as soon as it all left your system.      Turning back towards the house, you still found yourself stumbling and struggling to walk normally. Wiping your mouth with your sleeve, you refused to look this stupid returning back to the house, figuring you could take a few more breathers.       Taking another deep breath in, without even beginning to mention your surroundings, confidently taking long strides. You knocked into someone, headfirst into their chest.    Cursing under your breath, you squint your eyes, this person was incredibly tall, you noted. Remnants of expensive smelling cologne clouded your sense of smell.    “...Sorry.” you mumbled, still struggling to see who this was due to the darkness.      “Hey. No problem girly, you seem drunk, you okay?” yet another familiar voice, yet you hadn’t heard it quite as often as your friend.      “Huh...? Uh, yeah... I think.” giving him a dopey smile, you couldn’t remember who this guy was for some reason.      “Yo Gojo! Who’s this chick?”      Immediately swiveling your head towards the direction of the voice, it came to your attention that you had seen the guy on campus hanging out with Gojo quite often. Turning back up to the guy towering over you, beads of sweat formulated on your forehead, you gulp, the confidence you got while drinking evaporated into thin air. A toothy sly grin on his handsome facial features,  you don’t even know if your heart rate is dropping to the negatives or skyrocketing.      This was the actual real Gojo Satoru. The egotistical bastard.     Stifiling an eep, you try to respond, attempting to say you were in-fact not his affirmative, “chick”.      “Chill, Geto, just some drunk girl. Hey, you go ahead with the party, I think I’ll help her.” he said, waving at whoever Geto was.      “Gojo, again? You’ve done this shit like 4 times, you want pussy that bad... Yo!” he raised his arms up as soon as Gojo shot daggers at him. “Dude, come enjoy yourself when you can, okay? Was just a joke.” Geto mumbled, you heard a few goodbye’s and words of agreement, and then the atmosphere was still once again.       “You seem really drunk. I don’t think being alone is good.” his eyebrows knitted together. Placing a firm hand on your forehead. “which fucking sucks honestly. Here, let’s go back inside sweets. You’re heating up.”      Seemingly forgetting every language you’ve ever learned, you instead look back at him in awe.      He laughed, putting his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. “Here, I’ll help you walk. If worse comes to worse, I’ll fucking carry you, yeah? Nothing to be worried about, who doesn’t wanna flex that they were carried by Gojo fucking Satoru? They don’t call me the greatest for nothing~!” he sang.      “You’re real?” you breathed, immediately covering your mouth following suit. Wishing you had the confidence like this sober.      He raised an eyebrow, looking down at you, taking long strides that you couldn’t quite catch up with. “Yeah, I’m real, don’t walk into that you’re gonna faceplant into a car.”

    “I think I’ve seen you before in one of my classes, humanities maybe?” he added, turning you back into the party, you heard the loud thumping music once again.      It was in fact humanities, but you couldn’t quite tell him you always marveled at him every lecture, so instead you flutter your eyelashes. “...Uh yeah... I think I remember you too.”     Before he could say anything back, you hear the steadily increase of a deafening combination of party music and loud screams and chatter.      “Yo Gojo! Got a new girl? Thought you were dating some chick named Utahime?”      “Yo! Nah, just helpin’ this girl, and no I am not dating Utahime-”      “Is that fucking Gojo Satoru? Yo! Over here, shots? Geto’s here too!”      This guy was popular, obviously. These were also top-notch names within the small college’s community, yet here you were under his arm, and not one person knew your name. Everyone just referred to you as just a girl. This probably wasn’t new to Gojo then, so you weren’t special.     You felt your heart drop.      Once again, you were in your own world, and you never felt like a burden more then now.      “Hey, where are the rooms?”      You look up from furiously studying the floor, and you realize he’s talking to your friend, tapping at their shoulder.       “Huh? Oh my god... Gojo, I thought you didn’t make it~! Want a drink?” they lifted up their red solo cup to Gojo’s lips, an easygoing smile plastered onto their face.      “Nah. Where are the rooms?” Gojo asked with a slightly impatient tone, now rhythmically drumming his fingers against your shoulder with one hand, the other shoving the cup away from his face.       “Damn, my guy.” your friend wiped their lips before speaking, their arm slack. “You’re intent... Yeah down the hallway, left, there’s some spare condoms somewhere...”       “(Y/N)? I didn’t even realize... You’re gonna fuck my boy Satoru over here?” they slapped a hand on his shoulder.      “Wha? No of course not.. Uh... He’s...” everything came out as unintelligible babble, you felt your cheeks go warm.       “She’s probably not an experienced drinker, just looking out for her to be honest. No fucking, just want to make sure she’s safe for the time being. I’ll join you later, yeah?” Gojo chirped, reassuringly patting your friend’s shoulder back.     “Shit, say less Satoru. See ya~”  your friend waved before turning their back on the two of you, striking up a random conversation with the people who just so happened to be nearby.      As you both walked down the hallway in quiet, you look up at him, grateful for the not as noisy room.      “U-Uh.. Thank you..” you murmured, “I can speak though, you know..”      He chuckled, “As fucking if, I just have experience with drunk people, I can usually tell what they’re saying when others can’t. You sounded like a crackhead back there.” fidgeting with the bedroom’s doorknob, he finally unlocked it.      “You’re mean! How do I know you’re not gonna... You know!” you retorted, collapsing on the bed without another thought, relishing the plush mattress.       “Thanks babe, if it makes you feel any better I can pull any chick within a 500 mile radius. I don’t need to resort to such cowardly and criminal shit.” he yawned, grunting before placing his shades on the nightstand, laying down next to you. “I’ll even leave the door wide open if it makes you feel safe.”       Reassured, you relaxed your body, staring at the blank ceiling. Your body felt numb and you couldn’t quite think straight.      “How’d you know I was in humanities?” you slurred, still staring at the ceiling.      “I see you all the time, you sit near me and have some cute stationary.” putting both of his hands at the back of his head, his eyes turned to look at yours, his neck twisting as he did so.      Immediately, the first thought you think of even in your intoxicated state was how beautiful his eyes were. Like rare diamonds mined from the deepest caves, placed delicately into someone’s eyes by some divine being. A strikingly vivid bright blue. It was a little on the lighter shade, but so, so beautiful.      “Pretty..” you struggle to restrain yourself, but you can’t help it, instead staring at him, eye-to-eye.       “Yeah? Just like you, sweets. I thought we were talking about cute stationary?” you couldn’t quite tell if what he just said was a joke or not, but you really didn’t want to find out. You felt your heart burst.       “...Really?” you breathed, ignoring his previous statement, lifting your legs upwards to wrap your arm around them.       “You’re pretty. Why else do you think I’d notice you in lectures?” he paused, and even you can tell he seemed slightly nervous, a slight quiver to his lips. “honestly, whenever I’m bored I just kinda look at you. You’re cute, what can I say?” Gojo added.      Unable to respond, you instead looked up at him, you felt like a blood vessel was going to pop, or your heart, whichever one was first.      Scooching closer to you, he placed a hand on your neck, breathing heavily. “Hey, I’m not lying. You’re genuinely pretty, sugar, you know? Yeah we haven’t talked to each other often, but I’ve always thought you were cute and I’ve heard things about you.”     “You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?” that was all you could pathetically muster. “Is that the joke?”       “When a cute chick is on the line, I don’t lie.” he assured you, pursing his lips.      Seeing him so up close was nerve-wrecking, so perfect, he looked like was sculpted with marble. A part of you wished you weren’t drunk, so you wouldn’t look as stupid. “I think you’re cute too.” you whispered.      For a moment, it went quiet. So quiet that you could hear the loud music and the wild party once again, but you don’t dare interrupt. It takes everything inside of you to not break eye contact, your stomach a butterfly exhibit.      “I like you.” he finally said, you couldn’t sense a damn sarcastic tone. “Bet you’re gonna doubt that too.” snickering, he ran his hand through his hair, but you swear you see him bite his lip. Sexual or something he did subconsciously, you weren’t quite sure.     Time stopped. This was way too far to be a troll, but what if it still was? You didn’t know, the stupid small thought never went away, you looked at him dumbfounded instead. Snapping out of your daze, you ask, “...But we haven’t talked a whole bunch.”      “I know that. I don’t know, I guess I liked the idea of the competition. You don’t throw yourself at me, and sure other girls don’t do that as well-” he trailed off, before finishing his sentence, “but I think there’s a lot of positive traits that I like in you, and you’re just.. Really pretty. I guess I don’t want to throw you away like what I do with other girls?”      Before you could speak, he cuts you off again, this time a tad frantic. “But you know- Listen, I know it seems like I fuck around with girls a lot, but I’m looking to change that. I know I don’t seem very genuine now, but I think I’d like to try something with you specifically. You don’t even have to say anything back, just leave if you don’t want to, and if you do I’m sorry for disturbing your night-”      Maybe it was how intoxicated you are, or how you suddenly felt a burst of confidence, but you kiss him, and you kiss him hard. His breath hitched while you rolled on top of his chest. You’re desperate to have contact between your skin and his. He kissed you back, shyly at first, soft and delicate, but that didn’t last for long.      Heat rose to your cheeks, you were rusty with your kissing, but he wasn’t. The smell of his cologne was tantalizing, he kissed you like he wasn’t ever shy to begin with. One hand under your neck, propping you up towards him, the other groping your breast. Parting your lips, feeling him explore you just briefly before slipping back out as soon as it started.      You felt him unhook your bra with relative ease, and you can’t control the flutter within. Still kissing you sloppily, Gojo shuddered and you could tell there was a sound at the back of the throat. Moan, grunt, growl, you couldn’t tell. Slipping his hand away from your breast momentarily, he hastily yanked your top off your body.      Pulling away from the kiss not too long afterwards, he licked his lips, panting, you find yourself catching your breath too.       “Sit up.” he ordered, and you did as you were told, looking up at him with eyes that practically said, “What’s next?”      “Look at you. So cute.” cupping your breasts with his hands, you gasp at how hot they are, sweating just a bit, his thumbs brushed briefly against your nipples, giving them slight twirls before finally kissing both of your mounds.      “Let’s be nice and light today, okay pumpkin? Nothing too serious.” you gaze up at him, now standing and unbuckling his designer belt, unbuttoning his jeans which dropped to the floor afterwards, an obvious bulge in his boxers.      “...The door’s still open. Close it.” you suggest, your eyes still intent on his bulge, you don’t try to hide licking your lips.      “The world needs to know who’s mine tonight. Fuck that.” he smirked devilishly before also tugging his boxers down, exposing his dick.      Now, you weren’t quite expecting that he was packing this much, but he was. You easily estimated 7 inches, maybe more, you didn’t know. A pale flush pink at the very tip, veins adorned his length. Fairly girthy, and you loved it.      “Off the bed, on your knees.”      Scrambling off of the bed, you immediately look upwards and kiss the tip. He hummed, looking down at you with watchful eyes. You didn’t care if someone saw the two of you like this, in fact you’d love it.       You instantly put your hands to work, pumping his length, making sure that you were making eye-contact. Giving playful licks along the sides whilst doing so, you note his panting is getting heavier, so you must be doing something right. Your tongue quickly darted out of your mouth to lick your lips, before suckling the tip, just as a tease.      He growled, yanking at your hair so that you were looking directly up at him once again. “Don’t tease me, sweetheart. Or you’ll see what happens.”       Letting go of your locks, with one last look at his face you engulfed his rock hard cock, slightly drooling. Once in a while, you took a risky peek at Gojo’s face, predatory and lustful eyes staring back directly at you. Grunting, he twitched in your mouth, and you brace yourself.       “Fuck, (Y/N). You’re so good with your mouth.” he breathed. You groaned in an attempt to communicate, since your mouth was so stuffed full. Precum leaked from his dick, and you bobbed up and down once more. Taking another breath in, tears began to form at the corner of your eyes. You choked a little, but you were doing well for someone who didn’t suck dick very often.      Bracing yourself for a flashflood of cum from him, your mouth worked up and down on his length before you heard a loud groan, signaling that he had came, his eyes squeezed shut, the orgasm completely wracked his body. You found yourself with a mouthful of cum, and you struggle to swallow, before doing it successfully.      You look up to him, panting, some cum had escaped your mouth, splattering onto the floor. He looked you up and down, before opening his arms out for you, beckoning for you to come forth.      “Come here, you looked so pretty doing all that. Such a good girl.” pulling you in closer to his chest, he laid down with a huff, hugging you now. Gojo’s hand rubbed up and down your bare, sweaty back, in a state of euphoria, you don’t do much other then giggle.      “I’m so glad I can call you mine now, pumpkin.” he smiles, before giving you a quick kiss on the forehead.      “Wait... We’re dating now?’ your head shot up, in shock.      “Yes. Dummy. Fuck it, let’s just crash here tonight, your friend won’t mind.” he tousled your hair, taking another deep breath in. “Let’s sleep together.”       “Again?”       “I mean it in a literal sense.” he rolled his eyes.       “.....You guys can fuck here.” a familiar voice rang out from the hallway, you hear a murmur of thanks as the voice became closer and closer, but you’re too tired to move.      “We never closed the door.” you say hazily, digging your face closer into his chest.      He grumbles in response, and you can’t tell what he’s saying.      “..Ah nope- Looks like that room is occupied by Gojo and...” your friend’s eyes looked down, before looking back up in terror. “(Y/N)?”     They looked back down at the ground, their eyes lighting up as soon as they realized what was on it: cum splatters and clothes.     You’re too intoxicated to care, though.     

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

12 with Vil, pretty please with a cherry on top? (love your writing, don't forget to drink water💕)

Vil Schoenheit: 

12. Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

“Come along, darling, they won’t miss you that badly.”

You followed after Vil with a curt nod, glancing down the hall to see that the other makeup artists were still hard at work on the other models. Try as they might no one was going to look better than your model and you knew the others were bitter about it, unhappy that he continuously requested you when they thought their skills were far better. But Vil was no liar and if he disliked your makeup you had no doubt he would open his mouth, putting his skin or image at risk was nothing something he’d take lightly. That’s what you told yourself at least, his request most certainly had to be personal and not at all because of any sort of romantic interest in you.

“Look at me when I talk to you,” Vil grabbed your chin and turned your head, your heart skipping a beat at getting to see his beauty so up close and personal. The first time you’d ever done his makeup you remember feeling the anxiety coursing through you as you made sure to not make a single mistake. “Did you hear a word I just said?”

“N-no, sorry,” Vil sighed as you shook your head, steadying it with the fingers he still had on your chin; he trailed one along your jaw before he pressed his lips against yours, causing you to let out a surprised ‘eep!’ though you didn’t pull away from him. “Vil, the others…”

“Who cares?” He asked, an annoyed look marring his beautiful face, “It’s almost like you’re ashamed of me but I know that couldn’t be true.”

“It’s not,” You confirmed, reaching out as he pulled away from you, “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen and I… I know I’m lucky that you chose me of all people. But you know we’re not technically supposed to be in a relationship if we’re working together, the agency has really stiff rules about that and-“

“And? Do you not believe I could take care of you? I have more than enough money to keep you happy for the rest of our lives, my dearest.” You can hear the frustration growing in his voice as an old argument is brought up again, your relationship with Vil having remained a secret for quite some time due to your attachment to your job. The moment it came out you were an official couple you knew your superiors would fire you on the spot and though you were looking for another job currently that paid just as well, you hadn’t had much luck on that end. Vil might like the thought of taking care of you but you were also sure he’d expect you to do something with your time and this was what you loved, he wouldn’t discourage you from having a job so why was he being so impatient?

“At least another month to build up my savings?” You were going to have to touch up his face after this but your hand comes up to cup his cheek, “I really do want to be with you Vil. You know it has nothing to do with you and everything to do with my job! Now just… behave! And do what you were hired to and I’ll do what I was hired to and then we can have our happily ever after.”

Vil raised an eyebrow at your playful tone and almost wanted to argue back with your orders but time was ticking and he was expected front and center in no time. With a nod of his head to show you’d won the argument for now you lead the way back to the dressing room, but not before exchanging one last kiss with your boyfriend. He put a little extra passion in there, the lipstick you’d put on him smearing across your face; he almost considered not letting you wipe it away as it’d be a show of the fact you were his but you weren’t quite on board with that yet. He could already imagine the countless articles that would come out once it was revealed to the public he was dating someone, smirking at the jealousy others would surely feel that not only was he off the market, but you were as well. It would also be amusing to hear what your fellow makeup artists would have to say about you winning the heart of the best model in the industry currently, he was positive they’d be green with jealousy, something he looked forward to seeing as their subpar skills were likely why they couldn’t find themselves a man.

Either way, Vil was going to take your word very seriously.

One month, you had promised, one month before the world would finally know who you belonged to.

[shy-and-bubbly]

Discoveries

Summary: This is a continuation to a previous fic called “Curiosity!” So it would be recommended to read that first in order to gain some context for this fic. -> Link

Warnings: None aside from the usual: It’s a tickle fic! And fluff. Hope you enjoy!

"Hey Skeppy, are you ticklish?"

Skeppy hasn't denied something so fast in his entire life.

"No! No no, of course I'm.. not." Skeppy mentally cursed to himself. The panic in his voice sounded obvious, even to his own ears. To his relief however, it seemed that Bad took his word for it anyway. 

"Oh.." Bad's smile faltered, a little disappointed. It made Skeppy feel just a tinge of guilt. Still, Skeppy doesn't know whether he wants to even say the truth or not.

"So some people are ticklish while others aren't?" Skeppy takes a moment to regain his composure, still adjusting to the questions of his curious best friend.

"I.. guess? It's more like some people are more.. ticklish than others." Bad let out a hum of intriguement while Skeppy tried to focus on building the staircase in their mansion, ignoring the tinge of red on his face.

"Well if that’s the case.. are you sure you're not even a little ticklish Skeppy?"

"Why the heck are you so persistent about this?" Skeppy laughed a bit and turned to look at Bad to hide his nervous and defensive act. 

"Hey I just wanted to make sure! Is there something wrong with that?" 

"No, but I already told you I'm not. Definitely not like you~" He teased, a smug expression on his face.

Bad crossed his arms and turned away from Skeppy, pouting. "This is so unfair. How come you're not ticklish one bit, and yet I'm… you know!" He whined. 

Skeppy grinned. He couldn’t help but tease him even more, moving closer to him "I don't see anything wrong with that. Nothing wrong with being adorably ticklish."

Bad let out a little grr as he felt his face flushing up. "But you aren't ticklish, and that means I can't even get you back y- ah! Hehehey!" 

"I don't see a problem here." Skeppy giggled as he repeatedly squeezed Bad's sides. "Like I said, nothing wrong with being adorably ticklish."

"Hardcorhaha! Nohohohot! Nohot adorhable! NohaHAha!" Bad lightly squirmed as he covered his face, tail swishing side to side. 

"Not cute but hardcore, hm?" Skeppy softly chuckled. "Badboyhalo, a demon from the netherworld, gets defeated by tickles. How hardcore." He sarcastically says.

"I hahahate you!" 

"No you don't." Skeppy said in a lighthearted tone, slowly coming to a stop. "You know you love me- EEP!" 

Bad unexpectedly in the midst of his squirming and giggling pinched Skeppy's side in retaliation, catching Skeppy off guard. Bad stared at him, processing the strange sudden noise coming from Skeppy. A bright happy smile appeared on Bad's face the moment he realized. 

"Skeppy, what was that?" 

Shit. 

"Oh wow would you look at the time! I should probably start running to get out of here and go to that one place I need to be, okay bye!" 

Bad quickly wrapped his arms around Skeppy the moment he tried to run away. "Oh no you don't!" 

Skeppy let out a shriek, squirming as he felt himself being dragged to the floor. Bad fell back as gently as possible, sitting on the floor while still having Skeppy in his arms. 

Skeppy quickly looked up at Bad with a nervous grin. He was staring back at him with eagerness in his eyes and his tail wagging a mile per minute. "Can I try?"

"Whahat?" Skeppy anxiously laughed out.

"Can I try to tickle you? ..Please?" He looked at him with pleading puppy dog eyes. Sure he was eager to, but Bad thought it was only fair to Skeppy if he was comfortable with it. 

Skeppy felt a mix of emotions. He found it surprising that he even asked, but at the same time it wasn't surprising to him that Bad was this considerate. 

He didn't know what to say at first. He cursed that bright and pleading look that Bad was giving him, because now saying no wasn't an option for him. 

Skeppy crossed his arms and avoided Bad's gaze. "I.. am not saying shit." Skeppy bit back a smile as he heard Bad's offended gasp. 

"Language! I was just asking you nicely, you muffinhead!" He quickly, but cautiously put his hands on Skeppy’s sides. He felt Skeppy flinch against him as nervous laughter started pouring from him. 

Bad smiled as he took note that Skeppy was giggling even though he wasn't doing anything yet. "Ohhh Skeppyyy, I'm still waiting for a yes or no answer."

Skeppy let out an embarrassed groan, still avoiding Bad's eyes. "Fineee! Just get it over with so that I can finish the STAHAHA! Wahahahait!"

He flailed around and started kicking his legs as soon as Bad started. Bad was gently dragging his claws on Skeppy's sides, which were fortunately not too sharp to harm him.

"Holy cow you are a squirmy little muffin! Hold still!" 

Skeppy couldn't hold still to save his life. He continued squirming side to side, in hopes of lessening the effects of the overwhelming tingles surging throughout his nerves. Of course, it was no use. 

"Ihihi cahan naHAhaha! AhahaHAHAHA!" Skeppy’s arms clamped over Bad's hands, trapping his wiggling claws under his underarms. Bad couldn't help but giggle as he heard Skeppy let out a squeal before breaking into bubbly laughter. 

"Awww you can't even hold still." Bad said out loud while smiling.

"Shahahaha! Shuhut the fuhuhuck uhuhup!” 

Bad gasped and decided to do something similar to what Skeppy did before. As a consequence for swearing, he held onto one of Skeppy’s wrists with one hand, tickling the exposed armpit with the other. It was effective as his cackling became higher in pitch. 

“EeheeheeAHAHA! Oh my gohohohod BahaHAD!"

"This is what you get for being a sweary potato~" He said in a sing-song tone, admiring the loud laughter he was forcing out of him.

"Youhou're such A JEHEHERK!" Skeppy twisted and turned, making Bad let go of Skeppy's arm. Bad giggled and settled on tracing his claws around the hip area instead, not giving him breaks and making Skeppy let out a squeak before covering his mouth to muffle his laughter. 

"Awe come on Skeppy don't cover your mouth. I wanna hear your laugh, it's adorable."

"Fuhuhuck ohohoff!" He playfully glared.

"Okay language, now you're just being rude." Bad said in a fake stern voice, letting a few chuckles slip out. He figured out that Skeppy was provoking him on purpose. It was like a fun game to him. 

Bad also noticed that this tickle spot wasn't as bad for Skeppy as it was for him. He thinks to himself. There might be a spot that's bad for Skeppy as well. The question now was where?

Apparently, he got his answer sooner than he thought. He was startled when he heard Skeppy suddenly shriek and felt him buck his hips. 

"AAAAH! BAHAHAHAHAD!" 

Bad beamed and held Skeppy still as possible as he dragged his claws on Skeppy's stomach. "Hmm what's wrong Mr. 'I'm not ticklish at all?' Is something the matter?"

"NOHAHA THEHAHA! Bahahad bahaHA!" Skeppy threw his head back in hysterics, stomping his foot repeatedly on the floor in protest. “I CAHAHAN’T! I can’t do thihiHIHIS!

"Awww, you're really ticklish Skeppy. I love it.." Bad murmured fondly. He started using both hands to firmly trace circles near the center of his stomach, driving Skeppy up the wall.

Skeppy let out another shriek and bucked upwards once again. He was slapping Bad's arms lightly before holding onto them and dissolving into giggly hysteria. It was barely possible to understand the poor guy at this point.

"Bahaheeehe! PLEHEHEE! PLEEHAhaha! BAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA-!" 

Bad's tail wavered in the air. He couldn't stop smiling as he observed Skeppy. He stopped squirming and went limp leaning against him, face flushed red. His squeaky high pitched laughter was so pure and sweet sounding. 

He took it all in, adoring the scene as much as he could. Bad knew that he eventually had to stop, since Skeppy's laughter was becoming quieter and more breathy.

When Bad finally stopped, he lifted skeppy up just a tiny bit to completely wrap his arms around him. He felt a little worried when he heard Skeppy cough while he was gasping for breath.

"Are you okay?"

Skeppy said nothing for a while before more giggles poured out. "My stomach huhurts." 

Bad felt more worried. Did he get carried away? “Aww I’m sorry.”

“You know for.. fohor someone who didn’t.. know what tickling wahas, you were.. ruthless as hell..” He managed to say in between his tired breaths letting out another cough.

“Oh my gosh.” Bad wrapped his arms a little tighter. "I'm so sorry. I was just excited to get back at you, but I've never done this before and-"

"No no, you're fine!" Skeppy hugged and quickly reassured Bad. "Take that as a compliment. You didn't go too far Bad, it's alright." He chuckled.

Bad relaxed a bit, relieved. "Okay.. so you're fine then?" 

"I'm okahay.. Tired, but okay.." Skeppy melted more into Bad's embrace still trying to catch his breath, before he heard light hearted giggling coming from Bad.

“So what do you mean by ‘take that as compliment’ Skeppy? Did I get you good?” He asked with a teasey tone.

“I- Wh-.. U-Um” Skeppy stuttered before sighing and hiding his face in defeat. “Yeah Bad, you got me..”

"You're ticklish.." Bad quietly mumbled with a grin on his face.

"Shut up, so are you!" Skeppy huffed a bit. He felt Bad nuzzle his head, suddenly hearing some strange buzzing noise coming from Bad.

"Are you.. purring?" Skeppy laughed a bit in disbelief. 

"Shush." Bad let out an embarrassed grunt despite the fact that he was still purring, tail swaying slowly. Skeppy shifted around a bit, making Bad whine and tightening his hold around him. He didn’t want to let go of Skeppy just yet. He wanted to give him and himself comfort.

Skeppy didn’t complain or say another word. He giggled softly and made himself comfortable. It was nice. 

Repairing the mansion can wait anyways. 

-

Soft demons are basically overgrown cats I don’t make the rules

[mittensmorgul]

Mittens, you are in the TNT loop watch, right? Is it true that they keep skipping episode S15E09? Someone commented on Bob Wess latest Destiel video that 'in the last few run-throughs, they'll have "The Trap" listed in the channel guide on TV but are actually showing another episode in its place'. Bob also mentioned that WB keep pulling out his video because of The Trap footage. He had to put elaborate watermark and elevator music in that portion of his video for it to be on YT after 3 tries.

Hi there! I'll start by saying that I know about Bob Wess's videos, but as yet haven't had a chance to watch them. I fully intend to, but I think maybe I should start with this one... eep...

I DID make a post the last time 15.09 was on the TNT schedule: https://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/651446540445024256/dear-the-tnt-loop-i-thought-i-was-having-a

because the schedule said it was to immediately follow 15.08. Instead, they showed 15.08 TWICE IN A ROW. I thought I was going nuts... I was like... what... what are they doing?! I even checked the website (not just my tv program guide) and the TNT schedule page even said it was 15.09 The Trap. It just... wasn't.

For those living in the US (I believe it's region locked), this is the official TNT schedule page https://www.tntdrama.com/schedule. Unfortunately, you can't go back two weeks to see it still, but for next time it comes up (probably August, considering they're only up to 2.05 on Tuesday morning-- no eps Monday for the holiday). They average about a season a week (sometimes a little more, sometimes a little less... the number of eps they show per day, Monday-Thursday, varies).

The first time or two they show a "new" season (I've ben watching the TNT loop since s7 was the "new season" so I've seen this happen nine times now), they used to skip a "filler" episode here and there, but I'd argue that 15.09 is the furthest thing from a filler ep there could be. It sets up the final conflict with the ultimate big bad of the entire series, after all! It sets up the players in the game and the stakes, and shows them everything they have to lose, and shows what they're willing to do to fight for it. Like... this is not fluff.

And it was the ONLY episode from s15 they skipped in this run through the loop. I honestly don't remember what they showed in the previous run through the loop (it would've ben January, maybe?)

But if you go through my tags for the TNT loop, you'll notice that occasionally they do something truly baffling. Like this: https://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/650906557530472448/dear-the-tnt-loop-yall-done-fucked-up-today-the

In s14, they showed 14.15 and 14.16 in the wrong order, even going as far as swapping their episode numbers. 14.15 is Peace of Mind, and 14.16 is Don't Go In The Woods and yet...

[ID: a screenshot of the TNT schedule from May 11, 2021 showing Don't Go In The Woods labeled s14e15, followed by Peace Of Mind labeled s14e16. /id]

(just check the superwiki episode page for the actual episode numbers and original airing order.)

So that made for an odd viewing experience.

I went back through my tag to January, the last time I watched s15 on the loop, and either didn't notice they messed with 15.09, assumed they were dropping episodes like they usually did with new seasons (if it didn't air), or else it was one of the eps that I just wasn't home to watch. Sometimes, as an adult, I have to adult, unfortunately...

That is wild, if WB was messing with *just* that portion out of all the videos he's put up, but since I haven't seen his show yet, as I said, but I have been meaning to watch it. So I can't speak to why WB would've attempted to have it taken down regardless of Fair Use of the clips for the purposes of discussion and review (which is what I believe Wess's show does, if what I've heard is correct). For reference, here is a link to his youtube channel. Now that I have it open again, I suppose I should sit down and watch some of them...

I also have no idea personally if this is just some oopsie on the part of TNT-- like if the copy of the season they were sent for broadcast is glitched or if this was a programming error on the part of the person who sets the schedule, or what. I try not to assume bad faith because sometimes these glitches do happen. But if it is specifically happening only for this one episode, it kinda makes you think there's something more to what's going on. I have the blu ray of s15 now, so I guess I'll be watching that if they try to skip 15.09 again... but again, that wouldn't be until probably August. They only post their airing schedule two weeks in advance, so right now Supernatural listings only go through 4.01 on Thursday, June 10.

[someone1348]

This is for my lovely best friend who was kind enough to write me a fic! Here's yours! @sleepy--anon i hope you enjoy!

People in this: Ler!Sapnap, Lee!Quackity

(Karlnapity romance so if you dont like that dont read it!)

Tw: like the smallest bit of angst (jealousy) pretty much! Thats it though it's soft! For the most part! And mild cursing!

Plot: While Karl is out on a "business trip" (time travel stuff) he leaves his other two husband's alone and well lets just say it was an eventful evening to say the least

With all that being said enjoyyyy :]

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Jealousy

Tickle fights and Tickling in general was almost an everyday occurrence in the Karlnapity household. It pretty much was second nature to the three.

With that comes ler moods and lee moods poping up left and right. Typically between the three Sapnap was ler the most, followed by Quackity with Karl most of the time being lee, nothing bad of course, they loved the dynamic of everything from this specific thing to how their relationship worked. They were happy and that's all that mattered.

The days went on as they normally do.

"EE! SAHahap! StahAhap!" Karl would twist around from Sap's evil fingers pushing at the boy's hands, giggling freely as quackity watched smiling a bit as his two husband's went on to do what they do.

It was always like this for the most part. While he was getting a snack,

"No pLEase!! Hehe" Karl's beautiful laugh could be heard from the other room.

While cuddling, sap would run his fingers over the time traveler's stomach sending sweet giggles to flow out of their husband's mouth.

Even in the store one time Sapnap poked at Karl's sides. Of course Quackity would join in sometimes to tickle his favorite lee (leaning) fiancé, but he was jealous, beyond jealous.

Seeing this everyday not only built up on his lee moods but he just wanted to be involved, not just in tickles but in the relationship. He wants cuddles and attention and affection from the two people he loves most.

And yeah with the lee moods he has bad but it's not the same. He wants his husband's and so help me thats what he was gonna get. He was a man on a mission.

'Let's goooo!!' He thought in his head as he started the day.

Karl had left last night, the bed was alot colder now. He turned to see Sap curled up onto his side his mouth slightly a-jar with his hair flowing perfectly on top of his face.

He sighed happily lightly pushing some of the hair out of his face. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this happy and in love.

'I'm gonna make him breakfast' He thought getting up carefully as to not wake him and got started on cooking up his favorites.

Not even 20 minutes later the firey boy poked his head into the kitchen

"Waffles?"

"Mhm"

"Mmmm yay! Thank you babe!"

Quackity smiled "Anytime"

After the two finished the scilence became loud.

"What do you wanna do?" Quackity asked rocking a bit back and fouth on his heels trying not to make the scilence anymore awkward.

"I got work to do so you entertain yourself, I'll be quick"

Quackity nodded "okay! Good luck!"

"Thanks" Sap said shooting him a smile leaving back to their shared room to do the said work.

The beanie boy sighed flopping down onto the couch. He flipped on a random channel and texted Karl.

'Hey Baby!! I hope your trip is going good,we miss you and can't wait to see you tomorrow!<3'

(10:35)

He held the phone close to his chest letting out another sigh. He knew in his heart that Sapnap was gonna be busy all day so instead of sulking he told him he was going for a walk.

He went walking around, coming back, making more food, playing video games. All while sap typed away at the keyboard.

It wasn't helping at all it only increased the feeling of wanting to be with his Sapnap, his fiancé, he wanted attention and love dammit!

The smaller boy marched up to their room.

"SAPNAP!!!"

the bandana wearing man shook and snaped up to look at his clearly ticked off tiny lover.

"WOAH! what!?! Yes?!" He said furrowing his eyebrows.

"Are you done yet?"

The other slowly blinked "uhhhh,," he looked back at his work "nope not yet"

"Too bad! You are now finished because i say so!" He crossed his arm's

"Ha! Yeah thats cute hun but im busy, i gotta get this done, im sorry, I'll be there soon"

Quackity scoffed "whatever" he left as sapnap sighed

'He's never like this, maybe i should stop and check on him' Sapnap thought closing his laptop quietly sneaking up on his amazing fiancé on the couch.

"HIYA!" he tackled him to the couch holding him close.

"WA!- SHIT!" he fell over with him now in a cuddly trap, smiling widely giggling a bit.

"What's wrong Quacky babe" Sap said concerningly putting his head to his adorable smol husband's shoulder.

"I wanted to hang out together,,, i want to be involved, i want attention and affection and love sapnap and i haven't gotten anyyy in a long time" Quackity spilled out as sap processed everything.

'Looking back i see where he's coming from, it's been alot of Karl-'

"Don't get me wrong i love karl and i love giving him attention and affection and everything and i love watching you two be that way with each other i just i guess i felt a bit left out"

Sapnap nodded,

"Im Sorwy baps, forgive me?" He used his small voice making quackity cringe a bit jokingly.

"Give me attention and we will see what happens" He smirked

"Hmmmm" He anticipated his moves and ideas watching quackity's eyes that were pointed right to his hands

'So that's what he wants' he smirked wider lightly running his fingers slowly up and down his sides.

The other on top of him tensed "s-sap"

"Yea babe?" He said as if he wasn't tracing the man's sides with tickly anticipation.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Giving you attention, isn't that what you wanted?" He smiled at him as Quackity sank into Sapnap's embrace leaning his head on the pillow behind them, Sapnap's head still on his shoulder.

Sap lowly giggled quickly stittering his hands his stomach then back to his sides watching him lift up and squeak.

"You're such a dick" Qauckalee said in a joking matter making Sapnap's smirk deepen.

"Oh im a dick?!" He digged into his stomach watching as quackity squealed digged his heels to the end of the couch.

"NAHAHAHAHA! SAHAHAPNAHAP!"

"Thats my name love~" sap moved closer towards his bellybutton.

"AYEHE NOT THERE!"

"Yes there! The giggle button has been unpressed for wayy to long, i need it to make up for the lost times Quackity"

"NOOHONONONO- AH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GEHHEHEHE! GOHOHO-EEP!"

Sapnap giggled with him taking in every werid noise and laugh that the touch starved lee had made.

Seeing it was clear he wasn't used to it he slowed down moving back to his sides lightly to get his breathing steady again.

"Easy tiger, i got you" he reassured him getting his breathing together

"Im gonna getcha'!" Sapnap said moving up towards his ribs scribbling along up and down and In-between.

The smaller's back arched as his giggles mixed into light laughter.

"AyEehehe naha-Ha! Tickles!! It tickles!!" The man rang out trying to squirm out of his fiancé's tickle trap.

"Thats the point Quacker's im hungryyyy i need your giggles to surviveee" he lightly blew a raspberry onto his neck, the other scrunching up

"Nomnomnom" he made fake eating sounds, playing pretend before blowing another raspberry into his neck.

Sapnap giggled and stopped holding him close rubbing circles into the top of his hand

"Come here bubba" He lifted Quackity up letting him wrap around him while he got a blanket.

Sitting back down he put the blanket overtop of them throwing on the Disney movie Coco for some well deserved aftercare and fiancé time, Playing with his hair Sapnap smiled down at his man kissing the top of his head.

"We gotta get you a haircut buddy its so long" he teased as quackity laughed

"I'll get a haircut the day you shave" the tired one teased back both laughing together enjoying the moment, the beanie boy slowly falling asleep on his chest.

"Goodnight handsome" he placed another kiss to the top of his head.

*Ding!*

Quackity's phone went off, Sapnap looked, it was Karl.

'Hi bubby!! It's going lmao, i miss you both so much too! I'll be home soon i promise! And when i do get home It's cuddle time! Hehe I'll talk to you soon quack baby! Tell sap i said hi and that i love him too! *mwah!*'

(8:17)

Sapnap smiled and put the phone back down to the side of him, smiling at the boy in his arms.

'Homework can wait'

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I absolutely LOVED writing this! I love Karlnapity! I hope you all enjoyedd! :]

[bokunoheroanalysisforthefuture]

And so preparations for the final event begin! Let’s see if these being one on one matches helps me get through them a bit faster when I’m not having to transcribe quite so much action all at once.

[No. 32 - Smile, Prince of Nonsense Land!]

Another character profile to start out with! (I swear I’m gonna have to make a post compiling these once we’ve gotten all of them for class 1a… maybe run a comparison with the end of chapter profiles? Eh shrug.)

I swear, my instincts say that something that that tail should not be as flexible as it is because of its circumference. I know, I know, quirks, freaking magic, don’t think about it, but still. It’s a very straightforward quirk with a surprising amount of utility, and he makes full use of it. Good for him! Now, onto the chapter proper.

Kirishima is pretty hyped for a tournament, thinking about how they’ll be up in ‘that ring he sees on TV every year.’ Mina asks him if it was a tournament last year as well, but Sero’s the one to answer - the format’s always different, but most years involve some kind of head to head competition. (Apparently the year before theirs involved foam sword fighting, and now I’m incredibly disappointed we didn’t get to see that for this sports festival finale… would have been absolutely hilarious.)

Midnight holds up a box of lots, saying that match-ups will be decided by drawing lots. Once that’s done, they’ll move on to the festivities and then the tournament itself. It’s up to each of the sixteen finalists whether or not they participate in the fun, since she figures some of them would rather take a breather and save their strength. 

She starts to call for the first place team to draw lots, but Ojiro raises his hand, calling for her attention. He then states that he’d like to drop out, much to the shock of the others. Someone (I think Kirishima?) asks him why, since this is his chance of being noticed by the pros. Ojiro stats that he has no memories of the cavalry battle or anything that happened in it up until the tail end. And it’s probably his quirk that did that. 

Ohh, ominous. And Izuku’s really concerned for Ojiro here. Ojiro states that he knows this is a great opportunity, and he knows it seems stupid to throw it away, but this final turnament… everyone else made it with their own strength. But he’s standing here and he doesn’t even know how or why. He just can’t take it. 

Hagakure says that he’s thinking about it too hard, and that he can just show what he’s made of in the tournament. Mina agrees, saying that by that logic, she shouldn’t really be here either. Ojiro starts crying, hiding his face in his hand as he shakes, explaining that he’s talking about his pride here. He doesn’t think it’s right. (He also has no idea why the girls are dressed like that. Really, the entire cheerleader gimmick seems a bit… awkward, here.)

Izuku has no idea what to say. But class B’s Nirengeki does - kind of. He admits that he can’t remember anything either, so he wants to withdraw as well. This is a contest of skill, so letting someone who didn’t do anything advance… doesn’t that defeat the whole point of the sports festival? Isn’t it against the rules?

Kirishima starts to tear up, calling the two manly. Up in the booth, Present Mic announces the strange turn of events, while Aizawa wonders what Midnight, as the coordinator, will decide. Midnight’s ruling?

She likes it. The two are allowed to withdraw. Aoyama puts a hand on Ojiro’s shoulder and promises to win it for him. 

Midnight tells the kids that replacing the two will be members of team Kendo, who took fifth. Kendo replies that if it’s gonna be like that, then shouldn’t it be team Tetsu instead? Her team was immobilized pretty much the whole time, while team Tetsu were giving it their all to keep what they had until the very end. She then hastens to assure that they aren’t colluding or anything, it just feels right.

Tetsutetsu is in tears by the gesture. After a brief transition, it’s decided that Tetsutetsu and Shiozaki will join the finalists, bringing the number back up to sixteen. And with that, the match-ups can be drawn!

Izuku notes that if he wins his first match, his second’s gonna be against Shouto. Which I feel is very rude of him to just entirely discount the possibility of Sero winning the match. I mean, it’s an honest assessment, but STILL. Rude. Anyways, before his match with Shouto, he still has to face off against Shinsou, who has to be-

And speak of the devil, there’s the guy in question. He wants to know if he’s Midoriya Izuku, which startles Izuku. Izuku recognizes him from the declaration of war two weeks back. He goes to respond, only to be cut off by Ojiro’s tail over his mouth. Shinsou huffs and turns t head away, while Ojiro warns Izuku not to answer him. 

We get a few other reactions from some of the other students: Shouto contemplates how his match with Izuku will be sooner than expected, and that he wants Izuku to bring his best before he takes him down. Katsuki wonders out loud who Uraraka is, which startles an eep out of her, possibly for using her actual name. Mei approaches Tenya, chucking as she starts to ask him something. And Present Mic announces that they’re setting aside the tournament for the time being, and getting on with the thrill-a-minute festivities. 

There’s a few snapshots of what everyone is up to over the course of the side events: some of the non-finalists racing massive balls (probably rubber?) around the inside perimeter of the stadium, Ojiro talking to a stressed out Izuku, Tokoyami napping in a tree, Tenya drinking five (5) cans of orange juice, Katsuki doing… something, Shouto crouched down resting somewhere outside the stadium, and finally some students searching for items on the cards they were given. Oh, right, and the girls are doing cheerleader stuff, with Hagakure being the most enthusiastic, and Jirou and Momo as the least. 

Honestly, with that jump, Hagakure is either buff as heck, or Ochako is lending her a hand. 

While all this is happening, Izuku is narrating how some people preferred to psych themselves up, while others tried to relax. Everyone was dealing with it differently. And before they knew it, the time had come.

We come back into the narrative as Cementoss is just finishing up crafting the battle platform from scratch, which is honestly incredibly impressive. I guess his manipulation of cement includes being able to dry it out super fast. And really, with how it looks, he’s just showing off. Especially with those torches, like, those can’t have been made from cement. Were they just put there and the cement set around them? Did he use the cement to manipulate them into place? I have questions, sir.

As I said, showing off just a touch. 

Present Mic thanks Cementoss before asking the crowds if they’re ready. He talks about how the students have been through hell to get here, but now it’s time for the one-on-one tournament! They’ll only have themselves to rely on. Even if someone isn’t a hero, that saying holds true! You know it! Spirit, technique, strength, wisdom, and knowledge! Use them all and show us your best!

...They’ll only have themselves to rely on, even applied to non-heroes? Uh, wow. Talk about the underlying 𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓾𝓮𝓼 showing up here. I honestly can’t help but think that Izuku’s issues with heading off alone in the current manga arc has less to do with emulating All Might, and more absorbing all these small asides and comments from all the staff of UA. Which is fucking 𝕪𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤.

Anyways, while Mic’s doing his thing, Izuku is trying to calm himself before his match, only for Toshinori to come up to talk to him. He notes how it took a while, but Izuku’s finally getting the hang of using One For All, and gives Izuku a wonky thumbs up. Izuku is surprised to see his mentor there, but also corrects him - he doesn’t really have a hang of it, he’s still uneasy. He brings up his microwave visualization thing, and how he’s been trying to recall when he launched it at the villain, but it still feels dangerous. As if he could fall apart if he loses focus for a second, and, well, it’s like Toshinori saw. Given the level his body is at, even when Izuku controls it, it only gives a small boost in power. 

Toshinoir thinks on it for a bit, before reminding Izuku about that talk about giving it between zero and a hundred. As Izuku is now, heis body’s capable of about five percent. Izuku considers that, thinking that if it’s like that, then he’s just gotten lucky with everything. Toshinori gives him a few thwacks on the head and neck, telling Izuku that that’s because he’s always been trying his hardest, calling him a prince of nonsense. He also chides Izuku, saying he’ll never be a hero looking so mopey.

While Izuku recovers from the assault, Toshinori tells him to listen, before stating that especially when Izuku is feeling worried or scared, that’s when he needs to smile. Izuku’s come this far, so show some bravado, even if it’s fake. To punctuate this, Toshinori swells up into All Might, giving him another thumbs up. And I guess it kind of works as motivation, since Izuku seems less stressed?

Anywho, we finally get into the first match! Present Mic announces the two, with Izuku getting a comment about his making a weird face despite his good performance, and Shinsou getting a comment about not having done anything to stand out yet. The rules are simple - win by knocking out your opponent, immobilizing them, or getting them to say ‘I give up!’ Bring the pain! Recovery Girl’s on standby. And fight dirty if you must! ‘Ethics’ have no meaning here!

...this explains why Shinsou immediately went for such a low blow. 

Anywho, Cementoss makes himself a seat to watch from, so as to be prepared to stop the match at any time. Present Mic clarifies that going for the kill is a big no-no and will disqualify you, because a true hero’s fists fly only when in pursuit of villains. 

Shinsou starts talking, contemplating the ‘I give up’ option before asking Izuku if he gets it? That this battle’s going to test his strength of will. If you have any kind of vision for your future, there’s no sense in worrying about how you get there. Like that monkey, babbling about his stupid pride. 

Wow is Izuku pissed. Present Mic announces the start of the match as Shinsou rhetorically asks what kind of dumbass throws away a chance like this. Izuku rushes forward furiously demanding to know what Shinsou just said - only to stop dead. Shinsou calls it his win, while in the stands, Ojiro is stressing out, tail flailing as he snaps at how he’d warned Izuku about this. Toshinori is waiting at the entrance to the stadium, confused. 

Present Mic asks what’s wrong, the battle’s just started, show some spirit! Mere seconds into the match, Izuku is frozen in place?

And we end the chapter on that cliffhanger. What an introduction to Shinsou, and we have more to go in the next… one or two chapters, can’t recall. 

Anywho, see y’all next time for spooky quirk shenanigans! Can’t believe our first ghost sighting is about to happen. Fricken love ghosts.

[gamequeenanya]

Swimsuit (switch!Thomas, switch!Nico)

At his house, Nico was getting prepared for his date with Thomas.

"Oh my gohosh, you're not actually wearing that." Nico's Anxiety said. Anxiety was wearing a black and orange checkered hoodie with the hood up. 

"Why not?" He said, observing himself in the mirror. He wore an old fashioned men's swimsuit - almost full body coverage - with sleeves and pant leggings. It was blue and white striped. "We're going to the beach."

"It has a hole in it!" 

Nico blushed. "I patched it up!" 

Anxiety looked away in secondhand embarrassment. "No, you didn't. You cut an even bigger hole in it and straightened out the edges."

"So? It still shows less skin than a modern swimsuit.”

Still looking away, anxiety said no more. There was a circular hole right in the middle of the suit that showed off his navel.

Nico giggled. "Come on, you don't really think Thomas would take advantage of this...?"

Anxiety shrugged. "I wouldn't push my luck, Flores."

...

Nico had wrapped a towel around his middle and strolled up to Thomas' house casually. He held a cloth bag with other beach things. Knocking on the door, he waited.

Thomas answered, and his casual expression turned into a big grin. He was wearing swim trunks that were black with indigo polka dots. Nico felt his cheeks heat up, this being the first time he was seeing him shirtless.

"Nico!" 

"Thomas! Are you ready for our beach date?" 

"Yeah!" He said, grabbing his own beach bag. "Let's go!" 

Virgil, however, popped up. 

"Aren't you forgetting something?" 

Thomas gulped. Great, what was he forgetting?

"Just a second." Thomas told Nico. "I'll be right back." 

He then searched the house for whatever it could be that he was forgetting. After about ten minutes, he found it - the sunscreen he'd left on the table. Slipping it into his bag, he went back to Nico. 

"Sorry about that! Almost forgot this!" He showed him the bottle. Nico giggled. 

"Can't forget that!" 

...

At the beach, Thomas rested for a while in the shade, on a picnic bench. A large willow tree provided the shade. 

While Nico brainstormed in his notebook for his new song, Thomas applied his sunscreen. He burned easily so he didn't want to take chances.

Nico undid the towel from his waist, and placed it beside him. Finishing his thoughts, he packed the notebook and pencil away in his bag. Getting up, he walked over to the sand. He kneeled down and started building a sandcastle.

When Thomas was finished he came over. The sandcastle was sculpted like a real castle.

"Woah, it's so detailed!" 

"Thanks! It's for you." Nico replied. "I call it my Sanders-castle!"

Thomas gasped. "You didn't!"

Meanwhile, Patton squealed internally. 

"Oh my gosh! He made a dad joke!"

The others fanned Patton and tried to prevent him from fainting. 

So Thomas got an idea. He made a castle of his own and picked a bunch of dandelions, placing them in the top. It was just a hill with flowers.

"I call this one: Flores Castle!" 

Nico made a surprised squeal of delight. 

Thomas' heart melted. He wanted to hear Nico squeal like that again. And he had just the idea.

"Say, Nico... I don't think you put on sunscreen yet."

"Huh? Oh, you're right." 

Thomas grinned. "Don't worry, I can put some on you."

Nico squirmed in place. "Oh, that's alright. Thanks for the offer, though." 

Taking the sunscreen from his boyfriend, Nico applied it to himself. He made sure to get it on his face, neck, hands, and feet.

"You missed a spot," Thomas teased. 

"Where?" 

He wiggled a finger towards Nico's navel. 

"Eep!" Nico jumped back, shielding himself. Carefully, he applied the sunscreen to the final uncovered spot.

"There. Happy?" He huffed. Thomas smiled. 

"Yeah." 

Nico smirked, noticing Thomas didn't bother putting any sunscreen in his own navel. He poured some sunscreen onto his finger, and placed the bottle with his bag in the sand.

"Now that you mention it, you also missed a spot!" 

Thomas gulped and ran for it! Into the lake he went.

They splashed each other in the water, laughing. Nico tackled Thomas and managed to apply the sunscreen in his bellybutton, swirling it around. Thomas squealed, thrashing around and pushing him away. Nico came around and squeezed his sides, causing the man to yelp. He made a counterattack, going for his armpits. Squealing, Nico pinned his arms to his sides. Thomas' hands were stuck and he couldn't get away! 

"HEHEEHEHEHEEEHEHEEHEHEHEHEE!" Nico squealed, thrashing. Finally, he slipped under the water, out of reach from Thomas. He played shark and grabbed Thomas' right ankle, scribbling along his sole.

"HEY!! AHHHHH! AHAHAHAHAAAAAHAHA!" Thomas cried, jumping and stumbling backwards. Luckily the buoyancy of the water caught him. He found his balance again.

Nico surfaced and caught his breath. Thomas chuckled. He let Nico breathe for a while, making sure he was alright. 

Then he advanced on him with an evil grin.

Knowing he was in trouble, Nico swam out of the water and ran, laughing. Thomas wasn't too far behind and ran after him. They ran past the sand and onto the sidewalk, their sandals making squishing noises.

There was a park ahead with a playground. Multiple seagulls lined the sidewalk and flew off as the boys chased each other. 

Nico's Anxiety was working overtime.

"Oh my gosh, he's gonna get us! We are so dead!" He thought. However he couldn't deny the joy he felt with the adrenaline rush. 

"Quick!" Nico's Creativity said, rising up. This person wore a black nobleman's outfit with a feather hat and indigo-coloured cape. "You can dodge him in those bushes, and assuming he can't climb a real tree, up that tree!" 

"What do you mean 'real' tree?" Logic asked, rising up as well. He wore a green plaid tie and had round glasses. "I'd think a fake tree would be harder to climb!" 

"Not if it was made to be climbed!" Creativity shot back.

"Whatever! Now is not the time!" Anxiety shouted. He pointed to the swings. "Maybe if he's in motion, Thomas won't go near him!"

Nico came to a stop at the swing set and sat down. He was about to pump it, when Thomas appeared. He was faster than he looked! Stopping him, Thomas wrapped his arms around him, grinning. 

"Caught you."

Nico giggled in anticipation.

With that, Thomas tickled his exposed navel. 

"HEHEHEHHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEHEEE!" He squealed, pushing against Thomas. 

"I told you so!" Anxiety cried, remembering the conversation from this morning.

Creativity rolled his eyes. "Who's to say this wasn't a cunning plan to get Thomas to do exactly this?" 

The other sides went silent, blushing. Morality had popped up too. They had curly hair and wore a light pink floral dress and silver hoop earrings. 

"Oh my gosh, you can't be serious." Creativity said. But the others looked away shyly. "Alright, that's it." 

With that, Creativity pounced on Anxiety, squeezing his squishy sides and tummy. 

"HAHAHHAHHAAHAHAHAHA!" Being anxiety, his reflexes were to fight him off immediately, regardless of how much he enjoyed it. "AHAHAAHAHAHHAAAAHA!"

Soon, he was wheezing and out of breath. Creativity gave him a break. 

After Anxiety came Logic.

He tried to keep his pride and not laugh. But with Creativity scribbling over his ribs, it was difficult to hold out. He too, broke."HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAAAAHAAHAA!"

Half a minute later, Logic cried out for mercy and Creativity let up. 

Finally, Creativity got Morality, scribbling all over their feet.

"IHIHIHIT'S NAHAHAHAT FAHAHAIR!" They cried, pounding the ground. "AHHAHAHAHHAAAHAHAA!"

Creativity grinned, stopping when Morality cried uncle. If he'd known it was this easy to make the others lighten up, he'd have done this ages ago! 

The others panted. When they caught their breath, they looked up at Creativity. 

And that was when he realized he'd made a mistake. Stepping back, he didn't make it two seconds before the others pounced, getting his neck, sides, and feet all at the same time.

"AHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA!! WAHAHAHAAAIT!!"

While his boisterous laughter rang out in the mindscape, Thomas was just about done. He quickly swirled around Nico's bellybutton, and gave it a gentle boop. Finally, he pulled away.

Nico caught his breath. 

"Oh my gosh, Thomas!" He said, wrapping his arms around himself. "I'm never wearing this around you again!"

But that was one promise Nico couldn't keep.

...

Thomas drove them home. 

He apologized if he came across as a little forward. Nico said it was fine. That he didn't mind tickles, and that it was fun seeing Thomas come out of his shell a bit. He considered the date all around a good one. 

They scheduled another date next week. Thomas had agreed on a more simple date at his house. 

After dropping Nico off, he kissed him on the cheek and waved good bye. 

"See you next week!" Nico called out.

Thomas' heart thumped in his chest. He couldn't wait until then.

...

[Bonus scene: Thomas' house; in the living room.]

Thomas: (announcer voice) Pokemon Pranks: With Boyfriend!

(Nico is relaxing on the couch)

Thomas: Minccino! Use tickle!

(He jumps on Nico and tickles his sides)

Nico: Hehehehe! Hey wait!! Hahahahahaa! (clutches his stomach and curls up)

(Afterward)

Thomas: (ruffles Nico's hair) You are just the cutest!

Nico: (he pulls out a Yugioh card from his pocket) Mirror Force! 

Thomas: Oh no! (falls over on the couch like he just got blasted)

Nico: (chuckles) Looks like I win!

Thomas: (too polite to correct him) Looks like you do. (gently boops nose)