#hiding my face in my hands squealing blushing kicking my feet HE JUST MAKES ME SO HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!! >w< 💖

[le-velo-pour-dru]

Did you guys know. I'm in love with Dallon Weekes :3 🩷

[giggly-squiggily]

Could I request Ler!Reader and Lee!Crispin with “Look how red you are! How cute!”? It’s super adorable that Crispin is canonically a blusher. Look how flushed he gets during the trial! You could also substitute the ler for someone else. Love your work!

{Candy Heart Prompts: OFFICIALLY CLOSED!}

AHH! *cries in Crispin love* He's like the Pokemon version of Leopold and I adore him so! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D And thank you very much!

Crispin, you were quick to learn, was quite the blusher.

“Hey.” You nudged him, making him look your way. “I love you.”

And a quick one, at that.

“Oh, staaap!” He laughed, cheeks turning bright red as turned away, tugging at his collar. “You can’t just say that to me, (Y/N)!”

“Why not? It’s true.” You smiled, delighted at his deepening redness spreading across his skin. “I love you sooooooo much!”

“Oh my god, you’re too much!” Crispin cried, hiding his face in his hands as he turned away from you, ears bright red. “Staaap!”

“Never!” You grinned, taking the opportunity as you grabbed his sides, making him jerk up with a surprised squeak. “I’m gonna keep on loving you~ Cause it’s the only thing I wanna do~”

“Aha-ahehahahahaha, nhooohoho! Doohoohn’t stahahhahart tihiihihckling! Ahehahahahahha!” Crispin arched back with a string of giggles, twisting in your arms as you danced your fingers along his skin. “(Y/N)- hahahhang ohohohohn! Doohohohn’t siihiihihing!”

“I can’t help it, you make me wanna sing!” You giggled, pulling him back into your chest as you carried on gently tickling him- bringing your hands up to his belly. “Aww, look how red you are! It’s so cute!”

“Shuuhuhuhuhuhush! Aheahhahaha, noohoohohoht thehehehhehehre!” Crispin squealed, kicking his feet as he tried to hide his face and grab your hands at the same time. He failed at both spectacularly. “Ahahhahnywhhehehehre buuhuhut my behehehhelly!”

“Hmm? Is it too ticklish?” You cooed at him, one hand carrying on tickling him there while the other moved back to his side, making him squeal and kick. “Does it tickle too much, Crisp? Huh? Does it?”

“AHehhahahhaha! (Y/N), peahhahahhahahse!” Seeing how red he was, you let him go, watching him collapse back into you with greedy breaths. His arms came loosely around his torso, smoothing out his wrinkled chef uniform as he blinked away mirthful tears. “Ehehe..hehehe..yohohou’re luuhuhucky I loohohve you.”

“Hehe, I love you too.” You leaned down and kissed his forehead, smiling when his already heavy blush spread more. He was smiling though, snuggling back into you with a happy sigh.

[gamequeenanya]

Brainstorming Ideas (Ler!William, Lee!Henry)

Summary: Henry feels like no matter what, he can't hold on to an idea he likes cause it brings him no joy. Perhaps William can fix that? (Pre-FNAF 4) (Tickle fic)

…

Working in his lab, Henry wiped away some sweat that had gathered on his forehead. He'd been working all day on ideas, but felt crushed by the realization that as soon as he wrote them down, they meant nothing to him.

William came in, big smile on his face. He patted Henry on the back.

"It's been a fine day, old chum!" He clicked his tongue as he looked at Henry's blueprints. "A snake animatronic? Really? We want to draw children in, not scare their mothers away!"

Henry sighed. "I know… I'm sorry, William. I just haven't been able to think of a good idea recently."

Putting his hands on his hips, William looked at him skeptically. "Is that so? Well, perhaps I can help out. What's been troubling you?"

He hesitated for a second, distrusting William for an instant. Did he really want William to know? … Well, he had no real reason to mistrust William, given he'd never steered him wrong in the past. He shook those feelings away.

"It-it's my wife. She says I've been spending too much time with Charlie and that Sammy needs my attention too." He tapped his fingers on the desk, getting into a rhythm. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4. "I suppose she's right… Perhaps we should all have a picnic together or something. What do you think?"

William thought about it and nodded. "That sounds splendid."

"So, yeah. I'll call her before I get out of work."

Leaning closer, William hummed. "Perhaps you should relax more. It's a stuffy garage in here. You need a fan so you do not overheat."

Henry nodded. "You're right…" He laughed. "Hah! That never crossed my mind."

William got even closer, tapping his fingers on Henry's sides. "And you know? You also need to laugh more. It gets the creativity flowing!"

"Ha! Hahah!" He laughed, pushing at William's fingers. "Stahahp!"

"Aw, you are ticklish~! How very convenient."

"WILLIAHAHAHAHAM!" He squealed, as the fingers dug into his sides more.

"Yes, dear Henry?" He said smugly.

"HAHAAHAAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! AHAHAHAHAAAH!" He finally pushed his hands away, breathing heavily. "William! A-are you sure about that…?"

"Hmmm? Sure about what?"

Henry looked at him seriously. "You said that laughing helps the creativity flow. Is that true…?"

William shrugged. "I'm not sure. I'm not a doctor." He slowly tickled the back of his neck, making him hide it between his shoulders. "What I do know… Hm. Is that when I am feeling happy, I feel more inspired to do my creations. After my family and I had a tickle fight for instance, it improved my mood and helped me think of the idea for Spring Bonnie! I'm not a psychiatrist… All I know is that it worked for me."

Henry blushed, a little embarrassed. "Hah! W-well alright. Uh, William? Do you think you could do that again? Maybe you're right…"

Coming in again, William tapped his fingers along his ribs, making sure he did it carefully and methodically. This was enough to have Henry wrap his arms around himself and curl up.

"HAAHAHAAHAAAHAAHAAHAHAAHAAAAHAHAAAA! STAHAHAHAHAHAAP! PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAEASE!"

"There is no stopping the tickle monster! Rawr!" He said childishly, with a T-Rex grin. Swirling circles now, he moved up and down his ribs even faster.

"HAHAAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAAA! NAHAHAAHAT THAHAHAHAAHAT!"

"Hmm…" William thought. "Perhaps we should name an animatronic, "Squealing Henry"!"

"DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHN'T!" He whined.

"Yes! Actually I like that idea. I'm writing it down right now!" He moved and carefully slipped his shoes and socks off. Then he put his feet into a headlock. Next, he picked up a marker from the desk and wrote down the words "Squealing Henry" on both his feet. It was a fine tip marker, so the tickles were more than effective.

Blushing, Henry kicked, but knew he couldn't get loose if he tried. "HAHAAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! MEHEHEEHEHEHEHAN!"

"Oh? Just like how it was mean when you wrote on my feet during that New Year's Party?"

"HEHEHEEEHEHEHHEHEHEHEEEE! IHIHIHIT WAS FOUR NUMBERS!!!" He protested. William nodded.

"Four numbers? Indeed. Four numbers on each foot. Um, what was it again? 1982: the same year we founded this company. 1982… Hmmm… I think we should write that down."

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAHAHAA!" Henry squealed again as William wrote the year "1982" on each foot. After he was done, he put the marker down and admired his work.

"Hmm… Nah. I don't think this will work." William looked at the writing critically. "Squealing Henry 1982? What was I thinking??"

And then William got a wet washcloth nearby and scrubbed the ink off. Henry shrieked and squawked, holding his stomach and kicking.

"HAHAAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAAHHAAA! WILLIAM!!!!"

"Hahaha! Well, what can you do?" He shrugged nonchalantly. Finishing up, he tossed the washcloth aside. Henry caught his breath, lying on the floor. "At least you experienced the rush of creativity flowing through your veins!"

After a while, Henry had recovered enough to get up.

"You're right…" he said. "W-well, I think that's quite enough! Hah haah… T-thanks."

William nodded, and wrapped his arms around Henry, hugging him tight.

"Good luck, and remember Henry: you're my best friend."

He smiled. "You're mine too."

"No one else's."

"Of course."

Letting go, William waved goodbye to Henry, who waved back with a smile. He stood by the doorway a while after he left, and wondered if it would work. This idea of his.

So Henry set to work, now with a happy energy flowing through him, and came up with four basic animatronic designs he liked. He wasn't sure if it would be their final draft, but it was an idea he still smiled at after he got it on paper. And maybe that was enough.

[iladkaren]

LOVE QUIDDITCH: Chapter III

Pairing: Gryffindor!Kim Seokjin x Slytherin!Reader

Summary:

“So you haven’t kissed yet…” Taehyung teased.

Chapter I

Chapter II

“Please go to Hogsmeade with me!” I jumped from the couch as Jimin appears suddenly in front of me. His eyes were shining with excitement and he was bouncing on his feet, ‘Please go to Hogsmeade with me’ repeating over and over again. He couldn’t keep it in any longer as he began jumping up and down. His hands waving around like he was trying to convince me to go somewhere else.

“Jimin, I told you no!” I say exasperatedly, “I have a lot going on right now. Besides, I can’t forget what you did to me yesterday.” I sigh and went back to my reading.

I could feel Jimin huff but he doesn’t leave me alone, instead, he goes to sit next to me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. What happened yesterday? All I remember was you kicking some ass at yesterday’s practice.” He laughs a little before continuing, “I mean how could I possibly have forgotten? That was pretty epic! I still can’t believe that you actually hit Jin with a Bludger.” He shook his head in disbelief.

My face flushed a little bit remembering the events from yesterday. ‘I guess you could say it was kind of epic.’ The memory played through my head as if I had just seen it.

‘I can’t wait to be yours.’

I feel myself blushing as I remember Seokjin’s words. I pulled the book closer to my face to hide my redden cheeks from Jimin.

‘It seems I won’t be able to get rid of that man anytime soon, huh?’ I thought bitterly, remembering how much he was distracting me.

“Why are you blushing?” Jimin said teasingly, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“No reason! Shut up, you idiot!” I pushed him off the couch and stood up, making my way towards the gloomy Slytherin staircase.

“Wait!” Jimin yelled, standing up from the couch quickly following after me, “Come on, (y/n)!” I rolled my eyes as he grabbed my wrist tightly, “Just come on! Please!” Jimin pleaded, looking into my eyes with puppy dog eyes.

“Just us two?” I questioned, giving him a look.

“Of course! But please, (y/n)?” Jimin said while pouting even more.

“Fine!” I said reluctantly, not wanting to hurt Jimin’s feelings.

Jimin squealed happily before dragging me to Hogsmeade.

We walked together towards our favorite shop, Honeydukes. I felt myself smiling at the sight of the store, it reminded me of the first day I met Jimin and he bought me all the sweets he promised he would. It has been such a wonderful memory for me.

The Three Broomsticks is also the last place I ever wanted to end up in.

Jimin always insisted we go inside the pub every time we went to the village.

When we arrived, he dragged me inside and we made our way over to the table where he ordered himself and I a Butterbeer. We sat together waiting for our drinks. As we waited we looked around the room taking everything in. The atmosphere was quite different than when Jimin and I would go in here. The smell of alcohol was slightly stronger, as well as the smell of food being cooked in the kitchen downstairs.

“Hey, idiots.” Yoongi called from behind us causing both Jimin and I to look at him confused.

He was smirking evilly while holding a bottle of Firewhiskey.

“YOONGI!” Jimin yelled excitedly. I smiled at Yoongi’s actions and followed suit.

Yoongi chuckled loudly as he poured the drink and handed it over to Jimin who started chugging it down in seconds, clearly not thinking it would taste good.

“So what brings you both here?” Yoongi asked, sipping on his drink.

“Well, it’s Sunday. It’s so boring in the Slytherin common rooms, and I had to drag Ms. Killjoy over here.” Jimin grinned while pointing at me, I glared at him which caused him to giggle in response. “Plus, she was bored too. So we decided to come to Hogsmeade and make ourselves happy.” Jimin continued while pointing at me with emphasis this time.

“I was not bored. I was happy being alone.” I mumbled and sipped on my Butterbeer.

“You know, we’ve been friends forever. When have I ever let you spend time alone?” Jimin asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, “Fair point.”

“You idiots are hopeless.” Yoongi shook his head, “You know you’d never be by yourself again. Right, (y/n)?” Yoongi said nudging my side with his elbow. I tried hiding my blush by taking another sip of my butterbeer, only to spit it out at the sound of his name.

“JIN!” Jimin screamed out across the room, causing everyone to turn and look in our direction.

Seokjin appeared from out of nowhere. Looking incredibly handsome in dark robes.

I hid behind my butterbeer and peeked around to see the guy who had taken a liking to me. His eyes scanning the room before finally falling on us, sending chills down my spine. His piercing gaze was making my skin crawl and I felt very self conscious.

Seokjin’s eyes scanned over my body from top to bottom slowly and lingering. He sent me a small smile but it didn’t help at all. My stomach flipped and my body temperature rose at the same pace.

I quickly turned back around and focused my attention on Jimin. I took another swig from my butterbeer. I didn’t dare to look back towards Jin because I knew that I would end up losing whatever courage I had left if I did.

“What’s up with her?” Yoongi asked quietly, nodding towards me, “She looks kinda nervous.”

I was about to snap at him when I heard the familiar sound of a throat clearing. My head whipped up and my eyes met those of the gorgeous man in question. His dark brown hair was styled neatly to one side, leaving the rest to flow freely. His jaw was tight as he stared at me. His expression softening almost immediately as our eyes connected. A soft smirk graced his lips and I could feel my heart skip a beat.

Seokjin cleared his throat again catching our attention once again. I swear I felt my face burn and Jimin giggled at my reaction.

”Hello, everyone!” Jin exclaimed. 

Jimin, who was sitting across me, moved to the other chair to give the seat to Seokjin. So now this guy is sitting across from me, and Jimin across Yoongi. Great. Just great.

“Thank you, Jimin, you really didn’t have to do that.” Seokjin smiled kindly at him. He seemed to notice how flustered I was becoming and started looking down at me with a frown on his face.

“Oh, yes I did!” Jimin insisted.

“No, he’s right, you didn’t have to.” I said quietly and Jimin gave me a teasing look.

“Are you alright, (y/n)?” Seokjin’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“Yeah…” I muttered shyly, avoiding eye contact. 

“Anyway!” Jimin suddenly said excitedly, cutting off any further conversation. “How are you doing?”

“I’m doing great. I have a little bruise on my rib from the bludger.” Seokjin pointed at his torso.

I felt bad, remembering the bludger incident when we were flying. Seokjin wasn’t lucky enough to avoid that hit. “Sorry,” I mumbled quietly. I wasn’t sure why but I was feeling slightly guilty for hitting him, despite the fact that I knew it was an accident.

“It’s okay,” Seokjin smiled reassuringly at me. “I don’t mind getting hit by you.” He added.

My cheeks heated up again and my heart skipped a beat. Why is he making my heart race so much? This isn’t happening!

“What are you? A masochist?” Yoongi spoke, making Seokjin chuckle lightly. “And stop teasing her, you’re making her uncomfortable.” Yoongi said while glaring at Seokjin, obviously trying not to laugh himself.

Suddenly, Seokjin placed his hand under my chin, making me look at him straight on, forcing my gaze into his. He brought my chin closer towards his face. He lowered his eyes to meet mine, locking eyes with me. 

His stare held so many emotions. He looked at me like someone important to him. Like I was his whole world. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I snatched Yoongi’s Firewhiskey bottle out of his hands, chugged the entire thing down in one shot and placed the empty bottle on the table. I then proceeded to stand up from my seat. Before I could walk away, Seokjin’s hands gripped onto my wrist stopping me from going any further.

“Where are you going?” He asked worriedly.

“To the toilets, I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t go anywhere else.” He whispered before letting go of my wrist.

WHAT DOES HE WANT FROM ME?

I stood still staring at him for a few moments after hearing his words, my heart starting to pound faster. I walked past him, ignoring him completely and headed into the hallway.

As I entered the washroom, I quickly grabbed some water and splashed it over my face. I stared at myself in the mirror for a moment, trying to calm my nerves. What just happened? How can he do this to me?! What is wrong with him?

I walked back out, and I noticed two additional guests on our table.

Jung Hoseok and Kim Taehyung. The sweethearts of Hufflepuff house. 

They were laughing together happily, probably sharing some funny story. Taehyung must of been telling Jimin because he was laughing along with him, looking extremely entertained.

They must have noticed me looking at them, or at least Hoseok did since he looked directly at me with a smile on his face. He waved at me. I smiled at him, waving back politely and made my way over to their table. They stopped laughing abruptly when they saw I was coming, their expressions changing from confused to surprised. I sat back down.

“Hey.” Hoseok greeted.

Taehyung just nodded at me. “Is it true you and Jin are dating?” He asked curiously.

“Huh?” I looked confused as I glanced at Hoseok who was smirking.

“We heard he’s your boyfriend.” Taehyung replied smugly.

Wait...what?

“Um...no. That’s not true. We’re not dating.” I explained frantically. I felt my cheeks warm up as I realised what just came out of my mouth.

“Not yet, anyway.” Seokjin chuckled. Yoongi and Jimin were also watching us amusedly and Hoseok was chuckling quietly. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” I glared at him, glaring daggers.

Seokjin shrugged his shoulders innocently.

“So you haven’t kissed yet…” Taehyung teased.

I shook my head angrily at him, “I am not kissing anyone! You guys are crazy if you think I would ever even think of doing such a thing to him. Don’t make me laugh, because right now, that sounds like the most ridiculous thing I have ever thought you had suggested. Have you gone insane? Who does he think I am, some kind of animal?!”

Hoseok rolled his eyes, “You act like there’s anything wrong with kissing.”

“Well, obviously there’s something wrong with kissing!” I retorted furiously, causing Taehyung and Hoseok to burst out into laughter.

“Okay, okay! Calm down!” Seokjin placed his hands on my shoulders. “Why are you being like this?” He asked seriously.

“Like what?!”

“So defensive.”

“Because I am.”

Seokjin looked at me for a second longer as if he wanted to say something. Instead he simply let out a loud sigh and shook his head.

“Okay, lovebirds, that’s enough.” Yoongi said. “Let’s play Exploding Snap. I thought we’re here to have fun.” He grinned slyly.

They all groaned loudly as Yoongi began shuffling the deck of cards in his hand, placing a card on top of it. We all got seated around the table and began playing Exploding Snap. It felt weird playing a game with these people when I barely know them, except for Jimin and Yoongi.

Soon, we were joined by Namjoon and Jungkook who decided to come eat dinner at The Three Broomsticks while they watch us play. 

Sometime in the night, the alcohol I had consumed wore off and I found myself sobering up significantly. However, the effects weren’t permanent and I remained relatively drunk throughout the evening. And every time that happened, Seokjin would be there for me; checking up on me whenever I would get tipsy, or offering me some water. As we continued to play Exploding Snap, I eventually got tired and fell asleep leaning against Seokjin who wrapped his arms around me. The others all watched us, amused by how clingy I’d become with Seokjin, but none of them said anything. Even though it was embarrassing, I knew I needed the comfort and warmth. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt comfortable enough to lean against another person. So that’s exactly what I’ve done – leaning against Seokjin.

Chapter I

Chapter II

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

“wohoah woah woah, guys what are you doing?”

(as they inch towards him🙈)

lee!peter1 because i love how you write for him as a lee and ler!peter2 & ler!peter3 :))))

ilysm!!! you’re fics are amazing sweet🥰🥰

Anon: hi! I love ur stories! They are so cute! Do you think we could get one with Lee! Peter 1 where his brothers are giving him some loving tickles and they find out about a new spot on the front of his neck sensitive to nuzzles/raspberries/tk kisses? eheheh it’s a lil headcanon that lives rent free in my head sdfghj

(These two fit together so perfectly that I had to put them together! @babyparker11 and Anon, this is for you both ❤️ thank you for your kind comments and support! Both mean so much ❤️ P.S: I don't know if the song genres fit very well, but I had to throw a pun in 😁 Let me know what you guys think and have a great day!)

"Wohoah woah woah, guys what are you doing?" Peter 1 exclaimed as he scooted backwards across the couch.

"We haven't gotten to see you all daaay! We've been cuteness deprived!" Three teased as he and Peter 2 crept closer.

"More than that, we've been deprived of any giggles too," Peter 2 chimed in. "That makes for extra hungry tickle monsters."

Peter 1 smirked as held up his foot. "Then maybe the tickle monsters shouldn't have gotten me footie pajamas."

As the weather got cooler, the three Peters tried to dress as warmly as possible. Peter 2 and 3 exchanged a look before turning back to the youngest.

"Trying to use our own weapon against us." Peter 2 teased as he quickly grabbed his ankle and yanked. "Well that's not going to stop us.

The youngest squeaked as he fell back on the couch. Nervous giggles poured out of his mouth as Peter 3 lifted his upper half so he could sit behind him. "We tickle monsters have a way of working around those things."

Peter 2 wrapped one leg around the youngest's waist. "If anything, those pajamas make you even cuter."

Three wrapped his arms snugly around the youngest and rested his chin on his shoulder. "Doesn't he look even more like a little kid?"

"I know. How old are you again bud? I can't remember if it's 18 or 2."

Peter 1 pouted.

Three squinted playfully. "Someone's in a tickle mood."

Peter 1 blushed and tried to hide his face.

"Oh? I think you're right Three." Two glanced down at Peter 1's feet. "Though, I'm guessing the pajamas mean no more feet tickles?"

Peter 1 nodded. "Plehease?"

Last time the older two had attacked, they had each grabbed a foot and played these little piggies. While the youngest had enjoyed it, he didn't want a repeat for a little while.

Two nodded. "No feet tickles. Got it."

Three smirked. "But what about neck tickles?"

One's eyes widened comically as his giggles grew. "Uhum . . ."

"Is that a yes um or a no um?" Three whispered into Peter 1's ear.

"Yehes!"

Two smiled. "You heard him Three."

"Loud and clear."

One squealed whenever Peter 3's face met the side of his neck. The middle brother hadn't shaved yet either and that made the ticklish feeling even worse.

"Look at how cute you are." Two teased as he spidered a hand across the youngest's stomach.

The thicker fleece of the pajamas helped a little, but One's stupid spider sense still tingled at the added attack.

Suddenly, One let out one of the loudest of squeals the older two had ever heard.

Three jerked his head back and looked at Peter 2 with the biggest grin he could make.

"What did you do to get that noise?" Two pushed.

"I nuzzled right here." Three explained before nuzzling into the front of Peter 1's neck again.

The youngest squealed and kicked his legs as much as he could.

Two grinned. "After all our attacks, how did we just find out about this spot?"

"Someone's been keeping secrets." Three teased before throwing in a raspberry.

Peter 1 squealed. "IHI DIHIDNT KNOHOW!"

"Well now we do."

Peter 2 tapped Peter 3's head. "Hey Three? I wonder if it works over here too."

With Three's head out of the way, Peter 2 nuzzled into the other front side of Peter 1's neck.

"EEEEEEEHEHE!"

Three laughed. "Michael Jackson would have had competition with your squeals around bud."

Peter 2 had to lean back and laugh at Peter 3's comment. "Gohood one!"

"Who's Michael Jackson?"

Both older brothers stared wide-eyed at Peter 1.

"The brother of Janet Jackson," Peter 2 added.

"Umm. . . should I know who that is?"

Peter 2 face palmed. "Young people these days."

"I would have forgiven you for not knowing Michael, but Janet!"

The youngest scrunched up his shoulders. "Sorry. I only ever listened to ACDC with Mr. Stark and Aunt May was more an Elton John fan!"

Three smiled. "I am so opening your eyes to a new genre of music."

"Not without me."

Peter 1 looked between his two older brothers with the most confused expression on his face.

Peter 2 laughed. "Sorry, we went off on another tanget."

"Still want more tickles?" Three teased as he used his fingers to squeeze the bottom of Peter 1's ribs.

Peter 1 squealed and squirmed harder, but he still managed to nod at the statement.

"You're so cute Bug. I just gotta eat you up." Peter 2 added in before leaning forward and planting kisses into the new found tickle spot on the youngest's neck.

"I wonder how ticklish your neck really is Bug. Obviously more than we expected."

"Guess we'll have to test that theory."

Peter 1 eyes widened again as he giggles picked up. "Oho noho."

With the tickle attack back on track, the older two turned the attention back to Peter 1's neck. He was attacked with multiple kisses, nuzzles, and raspberries. Howver, Peter 1 only asked them to stop when both sides of his neck were nuzzled into by unshavened faces.

"OKAHA---." Peter 1 snorted. "AHAY! OKAHAY!"

Peter 2 and 3 immediately pulled away. Even though the tickles had stopped, Peter 1 continued giggling. "Ohoho mahan."

"You good bud?" Three genuinely asked.

Peter 1 smiled and nodded.

Two chuckled. "He just loves a good tickle."

The blush on Peter 1's face reached his ears. "Soho do yohou!"

"This isn't about me though. It's about how cute our baby brother is."

Three placed a kiss atop the youngest's head before releasing him. "And how much we need to corrupt him. Come on, I know what we're going to do today."

Peter 1 grinned. "Okahay Phineas."

Two froze as he got off his brother. "Is that the sponge Peter 3 likes to watch so much?"

Both younger brothers stared wide-eyed at the oldest.

Oh yeah, he was getting educated too.

[lopsicle]

Woo, I say it’s been looking then 2-3 business weeks, and I still haven’t written that Lumax tickle fic, so I suppose I should get onto that.

Pairings: Lumax (lee! Lucas, ler! Max

Warnings: Tickle fic,

Punishment fits the crime

‘Luuuuucas~!’ A playful, yet threatening voice called out throughout the house. Lucas’ feet collided with the carpet as he made a mad dash through the corridors. His heart was beating out of his chest, as he heard a gentle, yet alarmingly fast presence approach. He anxiously looked around at his surroundings, his legs bouncy as his fingers dug into his palms. He practically pushed his body weight into the door to his left, stumbling as he looked around the bedroom. Hiding under the bed? Too obvious. Jumping out the window? She’d catch up with him. The closet? The closet. The closet! Lucas practically slammed the door behind him, as he rushed over to the dark brown closet. His hands anxiously fiddled with the knobs as he pried them open, hopping inside quickly. He shut the doors, a comforting darkness enveloping him as his body gently slid down until he was curled up on the floor, hugging his knees to his chest as he took in slow deep breaths, all the anticipation he had beginning to slowly leave him…

And come right back when had the door to the bedroom opening. ‘Luuuucas!’ A voice called out playfully in a sing songy tone. Lucas clasped his hands over his mouth, taking in slow, shaky breathes. ‘Let’s see..’ he heard slow, agonisingly slow footsteps as Max made sure to check every single area of the room; Lucas’ anticipation and anxiety built more and more.

‘What about here?’ Max said casually, taking slow, quiet steps as Lucas’s eyes darted around the small crack in the closet door, and he saw a bright blue hoodie on the other side of the door. His breathing hitched for a second, before the doors flung open quickly as Max stood over him with a wide smirk as Lucas let out a frightened squeal.

‘There you are!’ Max grinned to herself, as Lucas tried to push past her, but had Max’s arms quickly wrapped her arms around his waist. She sat in the floor cross legged, and brought the kicking Lucas into her lap, holding him just firm enough so that he couldn’t run away.

‘Now, are you going to tell me where you hid my skateboard or am I gonna have to tickle the living hell out of you?’ She said casually with a wide smile, as Lucas awkwardly shifted around in her lap, gently biting his lip and blushing madly at the tease, all his anticipation increasing ten fold. He kept his mouth shut as he gently buried his face in her neck as she grinned wider.

‘No? Okay then, don’t say I didn’t warn ya!’ She began gently spidering her fingers up and down his sides, the touch was gentle and quick, but it was enough to make Lucas’ squirm as small giggles escaped his lips.

‘M-mehehx, agh, p-pleahahse..’ he begged softly, his body twitching around at the light touches.

‘Please what? Please tickle me more? If you insist!’ Max smiled widely as her hands dug around under Lucas’s shirt, before rapidly scratching around against the bare, sensitive skin.

‘Ah! M-maahahahahax, cahahahahame on, eeep!’ Lucas squealed out, curling up slightly around Max’s arm as careless laughter poured out of his mouth.

‘Tickle, tickle, tickle, Lucas! You know how to get me to stop!’ Max cooed gently, dragging her nails up to his ribs. She began digging her nails into his ribs, before gently wiggling her fingers into them.

‘Ahhhh, nahahahahahaha, Mahahahahahahahahax!’ Lucas felt his face heat up each time Max said that god forsaken word. The intense feeling practically tour through his body as he twitched and squirmed about softly. ‘Swihahahaahahtch spahahahahahahts!’ He pleaded desperately.

‘Hm, if you insist!’ Max cooed, as she gently left Lucas on the floor to catch his breath, knowing he wouldn’t run away. She rummaged through the open closet and retrieved a very soft, bristly hairbrush.

‘Last chance, Lucas!’ She grinned widely, as she sat on his hips, rolling up his shirt to his chest. Lucas blushed and gulped, biting his lip as he shook his head.

‘Your funeral,’ she smirked, as she began sliding the brush up and down his sides, making her movements slow and careful, deeply scratching into the skin.

‘M-mahaahAHAHAHAHAHAahahahhahx, p-pleahahahahahahahae!’ He pleaded softly, his hips buckling up and down at the touch.

‘You know how to make me stop!’ She teases gently, moving the brush to his belly and tracing it around in circles.

‘N-nahahaAHAHAHAHAHAAH, PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASE!’ He whined, his torso dancing from side to side as he felt the consistent, intense presence of the brush on his bare skin.

‘Aww, is your little tummy too ticklish?’ She baby talked him softly, before rapidly scrubbing the brush around all over his belly, sporadically so he had no way of knowing where she’d strike.

‘AHAHAHAHAHAHA, THAHEHEHEEHEHEH AHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHTTIC!’ He practically screamed, his body convulsing as his head shook with ticklish glee.

The brush was taken away almost instantly as Max stood up, leaving Lucas to catch his breath on the floor. She smirked at the state she left him in before leaning down to his face. ‘Next time you wanna be tickled, you can just ask me~!’ She whispered teasingly, causing Lucas to blush and curl up as she skipped out of the room.

Lucas breathing slowed and calmed, as he composed himself, leaning against the bed. God, he loved her so much.

——

So, my third tickle fic after a while, I’ve noticed that I can’t find a single Elmax tickle fic, so I may write one if y’all want me to, but I have a couple of asks I still need to get to.

Hope you enjoyed it!

[tteokdoroki]

dick destroyer december | i. midoriya

♡ pairing: izuku midoriya x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 6.2K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: college!au, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: with no nut november over,  finals complete and christmas right around the corner, your number one boy returns to you with only one thing on his mind.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to twenties ), drinking, mentions of alcohol, mentions of poly!kiribaku, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it y’all ) wall sex, fingering ( female recieving ), light!pet play, spitting, cum play, mentions of sex toys, exhibitionism, oral sex ( male + female recieving ),  light!praise, heavy!breeding kink.

♡ author’s note(s):  merry christmas everyone! i hope despite the circumstances that you’re all able to enjoy the holidays and are staying safe, if you’re not celebrating i wish you a wonderful day as well!! anyways here’s a little festive fic to satisfy you guys and tysm for 2K+ followers <33 find the corresponding kiribaku fic here!

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ever since you’d started college, your roomate, katsuki had always said that november was his favourite month of the year; it took you a while to figure out why.

having known the blonde since you were a child, you were aware that he despised the cold weather that nipped at his nose and made his quirk slow down. he hated wearing extra sweaters and begrudgingly asking your mother to make him some hot chocolate whenever he came over to play; in fact he hated asking you for it now as adults in your early twenties but as his good college roommate from freshmen year, you made sure he always had a mug waiting. nonetheless,  katsuki’s sudden love for the winter months  and festive weeks following honestly confused you to your wits end— especially with the impending doom of finals sneaking up on you.

however, you quickly found out the reason behind your best friend’s change in attitude towards the month of november, six months into your freshman year relationship with  izuku midoriya.

“no nut november,” katsuki had purred into the neck of his beer bottle, rolling the cool glass against his bottom lip as he laughed at you from across the room. you had recalled the conversation to have occurred exactly half way through october, before the aforementioned month, you and your roommate had decided to host a small gathering with your classmates— purely fulled by thirty boxes of pepperoni pizza and beer, only two of the boxes had been vegetarian for your friends mina ashido and denki kaminari ( he was challenged by mina to go green for an entire month. “that’s why i love this month s’fuckin’ much.” 

bakugou ended his sentence with a swig of his beer, setting the now empty bottle onto the coffee table that had been a house warming gift from his own mom. the sound causes todoroki and sero to jump from their place playing cards against humanity with your girl friend momo on the floor, and kirishima ( bakugou’s crush at the time, who’s drunk and passed out in the blonde’s lap ) to flinch awake. katuski pets his red hair once, making kirishima blink up at him affectionally.

your boyfriend, izuku, fidgets under the intimating stare of your roomie and you can tell he’s fighting the blush that spreads rapidly across his freckled cheeks.  “n-no nut november?” your baby squeaks out, large palm settling on your lower waist as you shuffle to get comfortable in his lap. it’s clear he hasn’t taken part before, so you know exactly what your best friend is doing. trying to tease him in front of all your friends and pull him into something that you’re going to hate. nonetheless, deku downs the rest of his own alcoholic drink as bakugou prepares a response— the rest of your friendship group now pulled into the conversation.

“katsuki bakugou, don’t be mean.” you scold with a bite into your grease laced pizza and offer up the rest to izuku, who politely passes. you pout.

“‘m not, just sayin’— that damn month will be the only time of the year that i don’t get to hear you and the goddamn nerd fuckin’ like rabbits all the time.”

this time, its you who fights an embarrassed look on your face while your green haired lover simply swipes todoroki’s shot from the coffee table and swallows it all at once. the dual haired boy only groans before rising to get another from the kitchen and the rest of your friends hide their giggles in their own drinks, cards and half eaten pizza slices. “you…you can hear us?”  you squeal incredulously, causing your friends to snort out loud again. izuku still says nothing.

“baby, we damn near almost see you whenever we drop by!” kirishima mumbles with sleep curling in his tone, he stretches like a cat on bakugou’s lap and grins at you— sharpened teeth dazzling under the LED lights in your living room. they flicker to a deep green, but you barely notice it.

abandoning your pizza as a whole, you huff and push up the sleeves of izuku’s hoodie that you wear— just about ready to pummel your best friend into the ground for having people over while you…ahem…get some, but shoto returns from the kitchen quicker than you anticipate and cuts right through the chatter with ease, giving you little time to feel flustered by the sudden turn in conversation. “you guys are more sexually active than my parents and they had four kids, messed up with raising us from touya, though,” he says in his iconic monotonous voice, causing you to splutter and katsuki to kick his feet out in victory. “seriously, i doubt midoriya would be able to beat any of us at this no nut  november thing ‘cause of it.”

this time, deku ( as so affectionally nicknamed by your childhood best friend ), pouts, his frustrated voice bleeding into the conversation. “c’mon, don’t you have a little faith in me, shoto?”

“no.” is todoroki’s simple answer. you flinch, did you guys really have sex that often? to the point where no one believed your boyfriend could go a month without getting his dick wet?

“i second that,” kaminari pipes in, picking a mushroom off of his pizza and leaning over to plop it into sero’s mouth.

“third it!” the latter adds.

your roomie takes that and runs with it. “he wouldn’t last a day even if he tried.”

“leave it alone, katsuki.” you find the courage to defend yourself through your flustered state without realising the buzz of beer and vodka shooting through zuku’s veins.

it takes quite a bit to get your boyfriend drunk, he was a big boy after all and played for your college football team but once the drink was through his system he often broke out of his shy demeanour and into one of confidence and challenging your beloved best friend. izuku’s grip on your waist tightens as he leans forward to point accusingly at the blonde before speaking. “wanna fucking bet on it, kacchan?” he says with sparkling emerald eyes and a honeyed voice that makes you twitch in place in his lap. of course you would get horny right in the middle of your two best boys having a drunk argument.

“what’chu say nerd?” bakugou slurs, pushing poor kirishima off of his lap and to the floor in order to stand up and cross the room towards your boyfriend, pointing a finger in his face.

izuku pushes the digit away, smirking up at the blonde drunkenly and everyone’s gaze in the room suddenly falls on them. “i bet that i can last longer in no nut november than you.”

you whimper from your lover’s lap, knowing that as soon as everyone clears out you’re going to pounce on him before this stupid bet takes place. this doesn’t go unnoticed by the girls, momo and mina, who tease you for having such a high libido but you don’t think they’ll understand how much you’re going to suffer without your broccoli haired boyfriend’s dick every other night. 

you love izuku and katsuki, you really do— but its times like this, for the sake of your sex drive and love life, that you really wish they’d got along more. maybe it was their little battle for your affection that caused the rift between the two, after all katsuki had been the only boy in your life up until college and izuku, you were pretty sure was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with…either way, their rivalry was getting in your way and was about to be a major cockblock for the next thirty days. “hold up you guys, don’t i get a say in this?” your voice comes out in a slight whine as you tug on midoriya’s fitted shirt, but he’s too busy having a stare off with your roommate to notice. “what about me and my needs?”

“it’s not about’cha, shitty girl.”

“stay out of this, yn.”

you huff, pushing yourself off of your boyfriend izuku’s lap to stand and smack the pair of losers upside their heads before joining your girls on the floor. mina pulls you into a comforting hug, trying to distract your mind from the fact that it’ll be deku dick-less for a month while momo serves you out a set of cards to join her in a game of cards against humanity with the other boys lounging on the floor— kirihsima is invited into the game too. “sounds like i’ll be getting you a dildo as an early christmas present!” ashido comments, swiping her deck off of your hand me down rug before anyone can see them.

momo grins at you while you take your cards and take another shot from poor, unsuspecting shoto. “better make it extra thick, we know he’s got a nice one on him, yn.”

“fuck you guys.”

“gladly, we’re not taking part of no nut november like those two idiots.” the black haired girl hums, shuffling in her seat to start the next round. you roll your eyes and turn your gaze to watch the green and blonde haired boys you adore so much fight over this trivial guys only event.

their cheeks are flushed from all the beer they’ve drunk and they’re leaning on each other for support, but that doesn’t stop them from going at each other. “you couldn’t beat me, even if you tried, shitty deku.” katsuki mumbles, arm around midoriya’s head— forcing the poor boy into bakugou’s large pecs. “haha...shitku…”

“oh try me, bitch.” your boyfriend counters, voice so husky it sends shivers down your spine, although it contrasts deeply with the sight of his adorable cheeks pressed against katsuki’s tits.

they’re too drunk to brawl it out and quite frankly you’re too tired to bother to stop them, mind only wondering how you plan to survive the next thirty days.

three years, three novembers and a few weeks into december later; you’re still wondering how the hell you’ve survived.

ever since that night in your freshman year; izuku, bakugou and the other boys have competed vigorously to last throughout the entirety of no nut november; your boyfriend having won the last three years in a row. katsuki hated it, losing to your izuku but he hated the victory sex you gave him even more. 

you’d think he’d be used to it by now, with everyone in their final year of college but bakugou had manage to luck out this year on not hearing you and midoriya go round after round on november thirtieth. finals had hit you guys hard in terms of wrapping up the semester before christmas; they were important to pass too, considering you’d all be graduating within a few months, so you’d barely seen izuku since november ended and december rolled around.

now, being a couple weeks into the festive month and with finals drawing to a close— you had yet to make plans to see your boyfriend. there was little time between the online classes and preparation from the holidays, yet you could feel yourself growing more sexually frustrated by the second. rubbing one out wasn’t doing it for you anymore and listening katsuki’s bragging about his peaceful nights of sleep while you decorated your apartment with mistletoe and tinsel was really starting to tick you off.

the very decoration slips from between your fingers as bakugou walks in, yanking bits of tape from his fingers from where you had him lining the ceiling rails with gold, green and red tinsel. the blonde had only gone and slammed the door to your living room against the wall, grumbling about the stupid mess of clear tape across his clumsy fingers— the action scaring you half to death before you huff, facing him. “what, katsuki? what could you possibly need right now?”

his vermillion gaze picks up from his smoking palms,  a last resort to getting rid of the tape. “came to tell ya that ‘m headin’ out with kirishima— going to pick up our girlfriend from the airport.” a sweet blush lays loosely against your best friend’s cheeks at his admission, not long after you guys’ drunken night in freshman year, bakugou had confessed to your red headed companion; only to find out he had a girlfriend waiting for him in his hometown. 

kirishima wasn’t a cheater, but he also couldn’t help the flutter in his heart around bakugou— so had the two meet straight away and after a lot of tears and large dramatics, the three settled into a cute little relationship. you’d only met the girl once when she visited both boys for spring break— but you’d loved her and knew how much she made your best friend happy.

you smile nonetheless, picking the mistletoe up from the floor. “tell her i said hi, yeah?” you mention to your friend while he shrugs on a jacket and checks himself in the mirror. katsuki was in love, and it was insanely adorable to see. “do i need to set up the guest bedroom for her ’n kiri?”

“nah, shitty red head kicked out kami, he’s staying with sero and mina while my girl’s up.” katsuki shakes his head, letting you fix the collar of his jacket after you bound over to him. “we’ll be back after lunch to pick up some of my stuff though. so don’t do anything fuckin’ stupid and i’ll see you later, yeah?”

you cross a finger over your heart but the mischievous smile on your face gives you away. “no promises katsu, stay safe out there!”

your smile drops however, as soon as your roommate closes the door behind him, knowing him and kirishima, they’ll probably fuck their girl across all the surfaces in eijirou’s free apartment, which only makes your stomach churn with hot jealously and a hint of arousal. 

selfish of you as it were, you wish your boyfriend hadn’t chosen such an intense subject with so many finals and intense studying— but izuku loved engineering almost as much as he loved you, so its not like you would ask him to give up his passion.

besides, you figured he’d look pretty hot in his mechanics classes—sleeves rolled up to his elbows, scared hands on display while sweat drips down his furrowed brow and—

and fuck me, now you were as horny as a mother fucker.

a familiar ache appears between your thighs while you attempt to busy yourself with the rest of the festive decorations; you hang a wreathe at the door both inside and out, tape the remaining tinsel around counters in your kitchen and finally attempt to fix the christmas tree katsuki insisted wasn’t lopsided ( even though it was ). but no matter how hard you worked om christmas-ing the apartment, you couldn’t shake the fantasy of midoriya railing you against his work bench. it wouldn’t go away.

patting your cheeks to calm your hot flush; you decide that you’re done bedazzling and fix some christmas lights above your doorways to go with your LED ones, and get ready to take a cold shower and hoping that the wetness between your legs will go away. you make a  b-line for the bathroom, not bothering to bring a spare change of clothes since katsuki isn’t home. it’s not like he hasn’t seen you naked before.

you’re half way through your commute, wearing nothing but one of zuku’s old shirts when the front door jingles and busts open from the other side of your home. foot steps pound against your hardwood floor, letting you know someone is approaching.

“fucking hell katsuki, stop slamming the door against the wall before you make another—“ your words die in the back of your throat when your sweet little boyfriend comes into view. albeit a bit dishevelled, deku’s green hair falls prettily over his excited eyes while sweat rolls in tiny droplets from his forehead to his chin and his backpack hanging half off of his shoulder…in all honesty he looks a mess, but a good looking one at that. “zuku? what are you doing here?”

your lover looks bewildered, but a smile that fills you with warmth crosses his face. “i ran across campus to see you; i finished my finals…” he pants, the engineering building is pretty far from here so no wonder he looks the way he does.

despite knowing this, you quirk a brow. “still doesn’t answer my question babe.”

“november is over,” izuku sighs, dropping his backpack and crossing the room towards you in three short strides. When he reaches you, scarred hands curl around your waist while soft lips tickle the shell of your ear with deku’s next words. “it’s christmas…don’t make me wait. i want to fuck you.”

you don’t miss the way bight green eyes darken and drag up your hand naked body, your boyfriend’s shirt ending just above your knees and exposing the meat of your thighs to him. the wetness pools between them, making your skin glisten under familiar flashing LED lights and tinsel. izuku is waiting for a. sign...anything for you to give him consent to take his prize between your legs, electricity crackles in the air and you instinctively reach up to curl your fingers in his curls. “fuck me, izuku.” you say breathlessly, unleashing a month and a half’s worth of hormones out onto each other. “fuck me like you mean it, big boy.”

the teasing lilt to your voice earns you a spank to the ass as deku lifts you up into his arms and over his muscular shoulder. you squeal in delight at the harsh sting, leaning down to pat his ass too. he’s got a particularly nice one and you’re sure it was carved by the fucking gods. 

the green haired boy hauls you over to the kitchen counter, setting you down atop it before his lips find yours in passionate and hurried movements. its been so long since you’ve kissed him, felt his muscles ripple under your touch while your hand roams his chest underneath the varsity jacket he wears.

you push the offending material off while izuku trails a hand between your thighs, chuckling into the kiss at the slick that adds a glimmer to your skin. his pink tongue darts out to lick a stripe across your bottom lip, begging for permission to enter your hot mouth. you grant him access, swirling your own pink muscle around is and suck it down. your breath hitches as thick fingers finally come into contact with the burn of your heat, gently prodding at your puffy, sticky clit. “you’re…doll, you’re so fucking wet already. did you miss me?” your boy moans breathlessly in between your sloppy kisses, pulling away to show you the string of your slick that coats his fingers. you nod in agreement.

izuku taps your lips once and you obediently take the digits into your mouth, humming at your sweetness that invades your tongue, all the while, his other wandering hand shoves two digits into your wet cunt with no warning— making you shiver on the counter while the tinsel you’d taped there scratches at your calves. both sets of fingers thrust into your openings at the same time, giving you a friction you so awfully desire.

“such a good girl, dollface— fuck, i f-forgot how good you looked sucking on my fingers like that.” midoriya whines out and you’re not sure which of your holes he’s referring to, but you couldn’t care less, not when those that stuff your tight pussy are curling against the walls in a way that has you leaking sweet nectar all over your marble surfaces. you gush at his praise however, bucking your hips into his hand while the heel of his palm grinds into your swollen clit— sending shockwaves through your body.

the fingers that plug your mouth are pulled out so the darling sounds of your moans mingle with that of your dripping heat, walls clenching around izuku every once on a while. your lover grinds against the table, watching you with close eyes as your face contorts into expressions that he’s missed so dearly. one thrust into your spongy g-spot makes your body jump and thighs close around your boyfriend’s hand— head falling forward against his shoulder. “mnn, zuzu... haven’t felt this good in s’long, gonna cum, gonna mess up your hand.”

to your dismay, deku pulls from your cunt faster than you would have liked and you whine at the empty feeling in your stretched out hole. your heat makes an awful dripping sound when you’re fully empty, and you grunt knowing that its a mess you’ll have to clean up later. 

however, you’re easily distracted by the lips at your collar bones, painting bruises into your sweat licked skin while slick hands paw at your breasts. “cum on my face first, please?” its cute how desperate izuku is, but you can’t say that you aren’t either— especially when you haven’t fucked in so long.

“yes, god yes…” you accept too quickly while your shirt is pulled off completely; for midoriya’s mouth as moved from pressing hot kisses to your neck onto biting at your breast and rolling the hardened nipple of your other with his free hand. “but, wanna suck you off too ‘zuku…”

your boyfriend doesn’t hesitate with his next movements, kicking off his pants and boxers ( in one go, mind you ) before  picking you up once again and sinking to the floor with you in his arms. he makes quick work of flipping you onto your tummy, pulsing cunny shoved so close into his face that you can feel deku’s nose bump your clit when he breathes and then;  your face rests so easily on the swell of his thigh— right next to his hardened cock that you’ve missed so much.

izuku midoriya is a god and you swear by it.

your friend’s were right, he is packing. he’s thick and girthy, tip angry and red as it leaks heavily with a clear precum that has you drooling. “missed your dick, zu,“ you sigh, mostly to yourself and before you know it, your lips enclose around the head of his cock.

the way you suck on it, as if you’ve been starved of your last meal makes izuku shiver with pleasure and his nails dig into your peachy ass. you roll his balls between your fingers, loving the delicious whimpers you manage to lure from between your boy’s lips and the sound makes your pussy spasm around nothing.

a weighted palm moves to the back of your head in order to push you further down on his cock, deku’s own hips bucking up so you swallow more of him down. the taste of him is dangerously addictive, saltiness dancing across your tongue. “suck my dick sweetheart, yeah? suck on it just like that, good girl.” the hot breath from each of his choked laments brushes against your eager cunt, dampening your skin even more. he dives right in, tongue slithering between your puffy folds while he slurps at you with at  insatiable place. 

izuku craves to make you feel nothing but ecstasy, working his pink muscle hard against your walls that clamp down on his tongue while yours runs laps between the dribbling tip of his iron hot length. inhaling sharply, you force yourself to take more of deku down your throat, listening out for the tears that sting in his emerald eyes wen you swallow around him. You hum with sweet victory when his breathing stutters and hips jump up with excitement.

you’re both close, sensitive from the time you’ve spent away from one another, but neither of you can find it in yourselves to care. the room rises with temperature at every step you take towards orgasm, deku taking your cheeks in large, calloused palms and spreading you apart to spit directly into your hole. you swear on your life you’d never known pleasure until you’d met izuku, as no matter how much time you’d been apart, he still knew all the little tips and tricks to get you going. where to hold you, how to touch you, what to say. he was always so focused on making you feel good.

your head bobs up and down with an inconsistent pace, each time, your tongue mapping out the veins on his girth that you’d come to know so well, hand’s fisting at balls and the rest of his cock that you can’t reach.

“i’m gonna…doll—puppy, i’m gonna cream in that mouth of yours… please,” a strangled cry. “i-is that okay?”

you tap his thigh once, your own little signal to let your boyfriend know it’s okay before continuing your work— letting drool pool in your mouth before spewing it onto his cock. deku pulls his tongue from inside of you, flicking it rapidly at your clit to bring you closer and closer to the edge, not wanting to cum without you. and he doesn’t, the cord that’s built up in your stomach finally snapping.

white flashes behind your eyes as you gush all over izuku’s face, drenching his freckled cheeks and painting his innocence with a layer of your honeyed sin. Your lover follows shortly after, filling your mouth to the brim with a heavy load that tastes of him and only him. a taste that you could fall in love with every single day. “baby,”  you giggle after letting go of his cock with a satisfying ‘pop’, heat spreading beneath your skin as you take note of the slight shine to the green haired student’s face. “think you made me squirt!”

“guess i did! you’re always so cute when you squirt for me, yn,” and like the messy boy he is, midoriya wipes his mouth on the back of his hand ( always a poor eater, couldn’t keep his meal in one peace ) before peeking at you from over your quivering and arched back. izuku smiles proudly at his handy-work of your messy cunt, radiating a billion rays of sunshine and your heart clenches in your chest. you hate how cute he looks when you’re in such a lewd and compromising position, like he hadn’t just fucked you dumb under the mistletoe. “should’ve been on my dick ’n not m-my tongue though...”

“i wouldn’t be opposed to another round, if you aren’t.”

“like hell i could say no to being inside you after a whole month of waiting, doll.”

you roll your eyes, but wiggle your hips back into your boyfriend’s face nonetheless. “then dick me down deku, destroy me.”

with your boyfriend’s help, you manage to crawl off of his lap and wait patiently on your knees as he stands. izuku beams down at you, a hundred and one words of love written in his eyes that glow warmly under christmas lights before he pets your head and reaches for your hands to help you stand on shaky legs.

the first kiss you share after this is gentle and sweet, even while your tangled fingers are set free and deku’s large hands are once again on your waist, rubbing small circles into the skin of your hips as he backs you into the nearest wall. you simper at the taste of yourself on his tongue and allow him to hoist you up by the backs of your thighs— locking your ankles at the centre of his back and just above bis bum— all the while keeping you pressed against the wall.

the outline of izuku’s length presses hotly against your weeping slit, his lips still slotted against yours in a slow liplock while his tip smears the remains of his seed across your clit and between your folds. you feel your boyfriend’s arms quiver around you as he slowly begins to sheath himself within your spamming pussy— jolting away from his lips, your mouth falls open in a weak moan and the green eyed boy quickly follows you, copying the movement of your lips as his sweaty forehead meets your own and your gazes align sweetly. “doll…” he mumbles brokenly, letting you adjust to the push of his cock against your walls. “been so long since i felt you like this…”

your fingertips reach out and graze his shoulders, hot breath fanning out between your bodies as izuku’s cock reaches the hilt inside of you. he stills. “move baby, can’t wait anymore— “

izuku midoriya doesn’t need to be told twice when it comes to fucking you; finally making the move to bottom out inside of your pussy. heat blossoms in your heart and your glistening mound as your lover gently rolls his hips against yours and the way he feels reminds you that your mind, body and soul belong to him and him only.

although you are finally together, moving as one against the wall in your shitty college apartment, you crave for izuku to fill you to the brim and reach up to tug at mossy locks in order to bring him impossibly closer.

you don’t dare close your eyes as deku sets the pace, not even as your gaze on him flutters, you want the image of his blushed and blissed out face imprinted to into the back of your mind forever, you want the sounds of struggled whimpers and skin slapping against skin to become the tune of your memories. you want your senses to be filled with him always and forever as make love against tinselled ceiling rails and mistletoe above your heads. all you can think is more, more, more. more of him, more of izuku.

“focus on me, puppy,” izuku reminds you, grinding his pelvis against you every time his hips canter into you. his cock grazes the entrance of your womb, leaking into you like a cocktail of your arousals. but the neediness behind his words makes you blink away the glassiness in your eyes, locking your arms and legs around him tighter and grinding your hips down to meet the drive of his cock into your spongy g-spot. “your cute lil hole’s still so tight, nice ’n moulded into the shape of my cock— made to take me, right?” your boy babbles, tripping over his sentences through the saliva on his tongue.

the feeling has you stirring against your boyfriend’s length, his now rapid pace sending your teary eyes rolling and you mewling. “made for you ’n only you ‘zu, please don’ stop…” is all you can say, mind breaking as midoriya’s hands drop between your joined bodies to draw lazy shapes into your puffy nub, the movements silky due to the mild mix of juices coating your sexes.

each thrust from your lover sends you a little bit up the wall, head of his cock catching tastefully along the ridges of your velvety walls— the way your pussy feels inside drives izuku to the brink of insanity, you’ve always been able to take him so well and he missed the way your cute face curled into expressions of desire all for him. you’re so pretty, so intoxicating and he’s so happy to have you back in his arms.

“s-such a good girl for me, yn…fucking hell puppy,” izuku punctuates each of his toe curling thrusts with stuttered cries of your name, angling his hips upwards to hit your g-spot over and over. everything feels so sloppy, tainted with signs of your love but as the knot in your stomach begins to unravel, you couldn’t care less. “gonna make you mine, gonna fill you up and make you my fucking puppy.”

“’m already yours, always will be zuku,” you manage to speak, clenching down on him and letting out an almost pornographic moan as deku drills into you with the last of his strength.

he nods against your foreheads that remain pressed together, staring at you with adoration written across his seafood eyes. “love you, doll…love you s’much, you did so well baby…cum for me now…” izuku mumbles out, hissing slightly as your grip on his hair tightens to yank him down for one final searing kiss.

tears of heavenly pleasure roll down your cheeks as he swallows your final moan, his words pushing you right over the edge and into an earth shattering orgasm. “c-cumming!” you squeal so loud that you’re sure the neighbours can hear, while you lose control and pulse around midoriya’s scalding cock. the world of colour flashes behind your eyes— release splattering out against your boyfriend’s pelvis and the floor. “mnnn, izuku! i love you, please…”

you’re begging now, your sloppy pussy coaxing him along to his own release while deku relentlessly fucks into you. his chest rumbles with every one of his whimpers and groans, cock pushing you into overstimulation while he snaps his hips into you.

“ohh i love you…gonna cum, gonna cum— fuck, puppy—!” he sobs pathetically, dropping his head to your neck as his teeth clamp down on your bare skin to silence himsel. your tired body is forced up the wall while izuku tumbles into his own orgasm, sweltering seed splashing up inside your abused cunt. he slows to a grind, creaming inside you and painting your insides white as snow— panting with you until your breathing calms down.

the pair of you sink to the floor again, still in one another’s embrace as exhaustion sweeps over your limbs. before you know it, izuku is giggling sweetly against your lips, pressing grateful kisses along your neck and jaw while you fiddle with his baby hairs on the nape of his neck— still trying to catch your breath.

“t-that,” he sighs, nothing but love and adoration cushioning his gaze on you as you settle in his lap. you squirm at feeling so full, his cum dripping out of your fluttering hole but find yourself getting comfortable soon after. “that was so good, i missed you, yn, really.”

you cup the boy’s freckled cheeks and hum, heart swelling at his slight confession. “i missed you more zuku, all of you, not just your dick.” you clarify your words, making light of the mess you’ve made.

izuku rolls his eyes but leans into your gentle touch nonetheless, faking a pout in order to get a kiss on the lips. “glad to know that my girlfriend still loves me, even when she’s been deprived of my godly cock for a month and a half.”

“i’ll always love you.” you say, leaning in to give him a slight peck on the lips.

“as will i.”

you both tilt your heads to complete the vow with a simple kiss when a cough cuts through the love filled atmosphere, making you and izuku jump right out of your skin. Immediately, your gaze scopes out the room, only to land on your child hood best friend— accompanied by both his girlfriend and boyfriend. fuck, you completely forgot about that.

“are you two done now?” katsuki drawls, still tucked into his winter jacket, while krishima covers his girlfriend’s eyes with a free hand, the other occupied by her luggage from her flight. she still offers you an awkward smile and a wave.

“k-kacchan! haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” deku squeaks, wrapping his arms around you to pull you into his chest and at least protect some of your decency. it’s nothing bakugou nor kirishima haven’t sen before ( it’s not the first time you’ve been caught like this ) but you allow yourself to fall into izuku’s protective embrace anyways— heated embarrassment prickling underneath your skin.

your blonde roommate, however, is livid— staring you down with bloody eyes that speak tales of murder. “knock? knock? i fucking live here, you shitty nerd!” bakugou scolds, making you flinch and offer him a weak smile. eijirou by now has the decency to escort his girlfriend into his other partner’s room to gather some of his belongings, effectively leaving you and your boyfriend to face the wrath of your favourite angry pomeranian. the blonde turns to you. “and i thought i told you not to do anythin’ fuckin’ stupid while i was gone?”

“don’t yell at me! i didn’t know izuku was coming… literally and figuratively!” both boys groan at this, making you scowl. what? it was a good joke! “besides, i was just congratulating my boyfriend for winning no nut november, again. you should be used to it by now, suki.”

katuski looks between you both, annoyance sweeping his face before he pinches the bridge of his nose and huffs. “couldn’t you congratulate him somewhere else? somewhere, where i didn’t have to be blinded and traumatised for the rest of my shitty life.”

this time, it’s your boyfriend who speaks up, standing with you in his arms. deku smirks evilly, pointing to the little green plant above your heads. “no can do kacchan, it’s dick destroyer december and there was no better way to start it, than under the mistletoe.”

izuku turns swiftly on his heel and makes a dash towards your bedroom before your best friend can threaten to blow you up, presumably to fuck you in your bed for this next round.

“fuck you guys!” he curses you out, watching you go.

“we’re already on it, have a great christmas, katsuki!” you sing back, just a deku slams your door shut and drops you onto your bed—  already crawling on top of you.

you’d have to thank katsuki someday for challenging izuku back in freshman year, because without his newfound love for november— you wouldn’t have discovered your guilty pleasure for dick destroyer december.

[fandom-imagines]

List of firsts - SDV Shane

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Pairing: Shane X Reader

Warnings: Mentioned under the sections that need warnings!

Contains: First kiss, first date, first "I love you" and first time (NSFW)

Words: 1.2k altogether

Note: I wanna start doing these for multiple characters so you might see more of these on my blog :P

First Date:

· You both decided that your first date was actually something that happened before the two of you actually knew you liked each other.

· It wasn’t an official date, but it was decided to be your first date later on into your relationship.

· You both took a long walk across Pelican Towns local beach.

· It was warm, both of you wearing less clothing than usual due to the hot weather.

· You didn’t know this, but Shane wanted to hold your hand as you both walked.

· You both thought the other was beautiful, which is true.

· The walk on the beach turned to watching the sunset on the docks, feet dipping into the water.

· Somehow, you managed to convince Shane to jump into the water with you, the two of you ending up having a splash fight in the water.

· That was until Shane grasped both you arms, tugging you into his bare chest as he attempted to stop you flinging water at him.

· Once you both realised how close you were, blushing commended.

· Shane ended your fight with a kiss on the head.

First Kiss:

· The pair of you were chilling on Shane’s bed watching some random film he had put on.

· This happened before you were officially together, but this was a regular occurrence.

· It happened during a kiss scene.

· You guys were idly watching the lovers-to-be argue when the guy grasped her arm, tugging her face to his own in a passionate kiss.

· “I wish someone would kiss me like that,” your words weren’t supposed to be a hint, it was just a random comment.

· Shane blushed, the thought of kissing you flying through his head.

· “I can kiss you like that,” the sentence left his mouth before he could stop it.

· He was extremely embarrassed and worried you would find him weird and wouldn’t want to talk to him anymore.

· Blushing, you turned to face him.

· “You can if you want too,”

· That was the boldest you had ever felt.

· Shane’s eyes glanced down at your lips, you doing the same.

· His hand reached up to your cheek, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

· You could feel him entangle his hand in your hair to pull you closer.

· Your own hand moved to his chest, hand lightly gripping his t-shirt whilst you kissed back.

· It was a kiss that left you both breathless and blushing.

First time saying “I love you”:

· You were both playing in the beach water on a hot day, much like your first date.

· Shane and you were together now, had been for a few months.

· A giggle left your lips as you ran away from Shane who was chasing you, a soft squeal sounding from you when he finally caught you, his naked chest pressed against your back.

· “Let go of me!” You laughed, something that brought a smile to Shane’s face, his grip tightening.

· “Meanie,” you huffed when you realised you weren’t getting away from him.

· “I love you,” Shane said without thinking.

· The way your body froze made him panic, his grip on your fading as his arms dropped to his sides.

· “You… love me?” You asked, turning to face him.

· “I-yeah…”

· He had no idea what to say, and neither did you.

· “I love you too,” you smiled, enjoying the way he smiled back at you brightly, wrapping you in a hug, neither of you caring about the fact that you were getting incredibly wet.

· All that mattered was that you were there, together, and that you loved each other.

First Time (NSFW):

· Your first time happened the same place as your first kiss.

· Marnie was visiting friends and Jas was staying over with Vincent so Shane invited you to stay over.

· It was completely innocent, he just wanted to spend time with you in private, so people couldn’t interrupt you.

· However, at some point during the time you were there, you guys ended up making out.

· Shane was on top of you, hands pressed either side of your head whilst his tongue battled yours.

· One of your hands was on his shoulder, whilst the other was wrapped in his hair.

· It wasn’t hard to feel Shane’s erection pressed against your thigh, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

· Deciding to test the waters, you ran your hand down his chest, towards his growing erection.

· Shane froze, unsure of what to do.

· “Is this okay?” You asked, wanting to make sure it was okay for you to touch him before actually doing so.

· He nodded, both of you panting from your makeout session.

· So your hand slipped into the waistband of his pyjama bottoms, tugging them down his legs before he kicked them to the ground.

· His lips travelled to your neck, placing gentle kisses as your hand freed him from his tight boxers, erection covered with precum.

· Your hand wrapped around his length, slowly jerking him to his release, enjoying the way he moaned your name quietly into your neck.

· His legs began to shake, his moans becoming more frequent as he neared his orgasm, that was when he asked you to stop.

· You went to apologise, worrying you had crossed a line, but he silenced you with a kiss.

· “I just think it’s unfair if you don’t get anything,” he smiled sweetly, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

· His hands slowly travelled to the hem of your shirt, glancing up at you for permission to remove it, which he got.

· Before you knew it, the pair of you were naked on his bed, the cool air hitting your bare bodies.

· “Are you ready?” Shane asked, length pressed against your core.

· You wordlessly nodded.

· So he pushed into you, giving you a moment to adjust until you let him know he could move.

· He had never actually had a girlfriend this serious before, so he’s quite inexperienced, something he apologised for before this all happened.

· “You can move,”

· Shane pressed a soft kiss to your lips as he began to slowly move inside you

· The soft moans that left your lips only made him harder, his pace increasing, but not fast enough to hurt you.

· He asks “are you okay?” a lot.

· Once he was certain you were okay, he began to move quicker than before, chasing both your releases.

· His head rested in the crook of your neck, hand stroking your hair whilst he whispered praises about how pretty you are, and how good you make him feel whilst you do exactly the same.

· Your praises to each other simply make it feel even better.

· “I’m close,” you moan into his ear.

· Shane’s hand moves down to rub your clit, something he had seen in porn, not that he’d ever admit that to you though.

· His movement speeds up, helping you both climax.

· Once you did, it felt like heaven.

· He waited for a while, breathlessly pulling himself out from you, tossing the used condom into the trashcan before laying beside you.

· He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling him against himself.

· “I love you,” he’d whisper numerous times whilst he would stroke your hair, something he enjoyed doing.

· “I love you too,”

· You both lay there whispering sweet nothings to each other until you fell asleep in a warm embrace.

[deru-shigaraki]

Belphegor x Beelzebub x reader (princes/peasant one shot)

SMUT WARNING 

You were poor. Dirt poor. You had nothing to your name but the clothes on your back and a necklace around your neck. It wasn't made with a golden chain it was just a piece of binder twine tied to you, only the sparkling silver charm making it look even somewhat decent. It wasn't worth anything of course, it was just something that you came across one day and you thought it was pretty. You considered it to be the most beautiful thing that you owned. Granted there wasn't a lot to compare it to. You lived in a very small house, in town next to the bakery. Your Aunt and uncle worked there with their two children. You were never allowed to help. Even though you were a teenager, they treated you like a unless baby, never letting you in the store, afraid you might mess something up. It didn't really bother you. They gave you food and a place to sleep, that was all you needed. As for entertainment, you found most of your hobbies out in the woods. Your uncle had warned you about getting too close to the castle. The Nobels were cruel and didn't take too kindly to peasants like you. However his words didn't affect you. The trees next to the castle weren't only prettier than the ones near your home, but some of them also grew apples and oranges. It was the only place to pick sweets. You never seen anyone else picking the fruit, probably because it wasn't allowed, like your uncle said. You thought about how it was actually pretty genius of you to come and sneak fruit in the middle of the day. If everyone was really as scared of the Nobels, then they wouldn't dare come and steal the fruit. So why would the trees be guarded? You were quick and quiet, taking what you wanted and then hiding somewhere off into the woods where no one would disturb you. Today you settled a little closer to the castle than you usually did. You wanted to eat your prizes and watch the birds that flew in and out of the castles garden. You wanted more than anything to go in there and see. You fantasized about what the flowers and plants would look like. Sadly the tall and thick hedge wall made that an impossible dream. You leaned against a tree, closing your eyes, full and ready for a nap. The birds were chirping and the shade was keeping you cool along with a soft breeze. You dozed off in a matter of seconds and would have stayed sleeping for hours if it wasn't for the lifting of your skirt. You're eyes shot open, your legs instinctively kicking. For good measure, you also hucked an apple at the creep in front of you. Once you calmed down, you noticed that it was a boy. He had his arms covering his head, scared of getting attacked by you. You scooted back against the tree, wrapping your arms around your knees glaring at him. When he lifted his head, you realized that he was clean, no dirt or dust covering his face. His ginger hair was washed and shiny, and his eyes were bright. A bit scared of her of course but he should have known better. He cleared his throat, about to speak. His voice was deep, you were guessing that he was a few years older than you. "I'm sorry, I thought you were sleeping..." He admitted. You stared at him in disbelief. He was kneeling on his knees, his hands fiddling with each other in his lap. You huffed. "That's not an excuse to be a pervert!" you snapped and the boy blushed, looking away from her. "I'm not a pervert, I just..." He trailed off, not finishing his sentence. You rolled your eyes. He was a pervert. You looked over him some more. Seeing his nice clothes, that seemed a bit too tight for his shoulders. He must have had some muscle. You questioned him some more. "What are you?" She asked and the boy glanced at her momentarily. "I'm a prince." He told you, but regardless of his fancy clothes you doubted that. "If you're a prince, then where is your crown?" You asked and he finally looked at you fully. "I don't get to wear mine, I'm clumsy. Barbatos says that I'd break it." he explained and you hummed in thought. "Barbatos being?" "My butler. He takes care of me and my brother." he told her and before you could ask, a few leaves from the tree above you started to fall next to you. "Brother?" You mumbled before a boy swung down, hanging from his legs, upside down like a bat. "Me!" he joked and laughed as you yelped in fright, crawling away. "Oh shoot, Beel grab her!" He shouted and before you knew it, the ginger boy had grabbed your ankles, pulling you back towards the two strangers. You squealed, not liking being handled like that. "Geez, she's really loud." The boy from the tree muttered, covering his ears. The one named Beel crawled over top of you, holding your wrist to the ground so you couldn't fight him. You struggled against him, feeling his crotch press against your ass. You feared the worse, screaming until he covered your mouth. "Please don't yell, you're gonna hurt our ears." He told you and you whined, wiggling underneath him as the other boy walked around the two of you. He kneeled down in front of you, slapping his brothers hand from you mouth. "Don't cover her face Beel, I wanna see her." He examined you, resting his fingers underneath your chin, lifting your head up. He smiled smugly, turning your head from side to side. You examined him right back, noticing how his hair was longer than the other boys, more messy. It was a dark black with white tips. it covered his face well but you could still see his handsome features. He let go of you and gave a look to his brother. "We should keep her, she's really cute." He told him. You blinked out of shock. "W-what?!" You stuttered. Beel stood up, picking you up too. You allowed him to lift you, but the second you got to your feet you bolted into the woods. Beel's jaw fell open. "Dammit Beel." His brother scoffed. "It's ok, let's go catch her." He patted his shoulder, reassuring him that it was just a mistake. You on the other hand were rushing through the trees, wanting to be as far away from those weirdos as possible. Your aunt and uncle were right. The Nobels were crazy, you learned your lesson. You forgot to watch where you were going, stumbling right over a drop off and plunging head first into a small creek. You splashed in the water getting fully emerged before coming back up to the surface. You gasped for breath, tears dripping down your face. You lifted your arms, seeing a few cuts and bruises from the rocks you landed on. You were pissed. Today would have been another perfect day, and if it wasn't for those boys you would have still been napping peacefully no problem. It wasn't fair. You were looking over your injuries when you felt your body getting lifted and dragged out of the creek. You flared your arms and kicked your legs but this Beel kid was strong. He hugged you close to his chest. "Beel don't let her go, she's too fast to chase, let's get her into the garden before dad returns. ------------You were shaking, your naked body fully exposed in the garden's fountain. Belphegor and Beelzebub were pouring in soap, rubbing shampoo and conditioner into your hair. You tried slapping their hands away but that only earned you a smack to the side of your head. You curled up into a little ball, insanely embhassased that they were treating you like an animal. Beel was the one cleaning your wounds, he was very gentle but you refused to appreciate the gesture. Belphegor was humming happily, grabbing a towel he had. "Alright, come, we better get inside before you catch a cold." You were pulled to you feet, Belphegor wrapping you up and cradling you in your arms. He held you bridal style, carrying you into the castle. You hid your face in his chest, scared and cold, hungry and stressed. You didn't trust the boys, they were aggressive and entitled. You weren't an object, even though you had give up on fighting them. If they really were princes then what would you be able to do about it? Beel walked by your side, he smiled at his brother. "She's kinda small, I bet she'd fit in your old cape, that would be adorable." He told him and Belphegor laughed. "What if we dress her up as a little knight? We could teach her to use swords and ride horses, that way she'd be able to come on hunts with us." He elaborated. Beel nodded, opening a door that you assumed was to their room. You felt a warm waft of air hit you as you entered the room. It smelled so unfamiliar. You had boy cousins of course, but their room never smelled this good. It was musky, manly, strong and hot. You felt a bit dizzy as Belphegor laid you on the bed. You rolled over onto your stomach, trying to avoid looking at him. When you face pressed against the soft pillow, you inhaled deeply. You felt like the pleasure would knock you out, you didn't even realized that Beel had crawled into bed next to you. Belphegor was looking through his drawers, trying to find clothes that would fit you. Belphegor approached the bed, giving your butt a light smack to catch your attention. "Up," He ordered and you whined, snuggling into the bed. Beel chuckled and lifted you up for his brother. "She's so light, like a little doll." He mumbled and Belphegor nodded, slipping the long sleeved, blue shirt over top of you. You huffed, swatting his hands away once you were less exposed. Beel grabbed your wrist to get you to stop. "No hitting." He scolded you, your head turning away from him, uncomfortable with him being so close. Beel took this to his advantage, his face pressing against your neck, making you squeal. Still, having a hold of your arms, he kept you still, nuzzling you affectionately. Belphegor smiling at your feeble attempts to fight him off. "What should we name her?" He asked his brother. You and Beel looked up at him, you in confusion and Beel in thought. He let go of you, allowing you a chance to crawl up further on the bed, sitting on the pillows and leaning against the headboard. Beel stared at you, and gave a small smile. "I like bunny. She's wild, soft, and..." His eyes trailed down your body, making you uncomfortable. Belphegor started to laugh. "Beel you're such a pervert." He joined you two on the be. Beel frowned at him. "I'm not...You don't know what I was gonna say." He complained and Belphegor chuckled, leaning his forehead against his brothers. "We are twins~I know everything that goes through your head, Just like you know what's going through mine." He purred and Beel smiled, and the two held each others hands. You mentally awed at the scene in front of you. "So...You two are twins?" You asked, your voice a little shaky. The boys looked pleased to hear you speak again. "Yes we are." Belphie smiled. Beel spoke up next. "Do you have siblings?" He asked and you shook your head. "I live with my aunt and uncle, but I have cousins that are sort of like my siblings." you told them and the boys nodded. Belphegor grinned. "That's good, so you're not going to be missed." He reached up to touch your leg and you kicked his hand away, glaring. "I will too be missed! The second my family notices I'm gone they will come and get me!" You yelled at them. Beel had a sad expression, looking to his brother from help. Belphie quirked an eyebrow. "As if, peasant. If they aren't your real parents then you'd be nothing but a burden to them, especially acting the way you do. Such a pig." He hissed. You were taken back by the cruel words. Beel stepped in, "No Belphie don't make her cry." He begged and You frowned at him. "I'm not crying." Belphegor rolled his eyes. "You can't let her walk all over you Beel, she's a pet, don't take her seriously." You crossed your arms angrily over your chest. "I'm not your pet, I'm going to wait here and be difficult until my uncle comes to find me." You sassed and Belphegor reached into his boot, pulling out of knife. The blade made a sharp sound as it brushed against it's holder. He pointed it at you, his eyes burning with seriousness. Meanwhile you and Beel were nearly shaking with nerves. Belphegor spoke. "You better hope they forget about you. If anyone tries to take you away, I'll murder them." He growled and you trembled, not liking how he was threatening you. Beel nibbled at his lip. "But, not her though right Belphie? Just the ones trying to steal her back?" He asked and Belphegor tucked away his knife. "Of course, I'd never hurt your bunny Beel." He told him and Beel smiled, grateful for his brother. The two shared a moment before their eyes landed back onto you. You felt tears well up in your eyes. Beel noticed this and reached for your hand. "Don't be upset Bunny, I promise you'll love it here." He assured but you only sniffled, wiping your face with the long sleeve of the shirt. Belphegor tilted his head at you curiously. "Have you ever kissed a boy, bunny?" He asked and you fiddled with Beel's hand nervously, shaking your head. Belphegor nodded, a small smile on his face as he leaned into you. Beel stopped him, for the first time glaring at his brother. "I want to be her first kiss!" He whined and Belphegor sighed. "Fine, how about a compromise?" Beel gave you a look before nodding at his bother. You struggled as each of them straddled one of your legs so you couldn't kick and each of them holding your hand so you wouldn't hit them. You couldn't get away, closing your eyes, not wanting to have your fist kiss be stolen from you. You whimpered as you felt two pairs of lips on you. Beel's first quick one on your cheek before joining his brothers on a side of your mouth. It wasn't intense, it was soft. Both of them were taking their time, pressing their lips against you softly, over and over again. You were getting a bit dizzy, Beel's hips beginning to rock against your thigh. You whined, snapping your head to the side to get them to stop. Beel growled, not wanting to stop. Belphegor placed a hand on his shoulder. "Easy Beel, she's ours now, we don't have to rush into anything." He reminded him, and Beel nodded. "I know." He mumbled and Belphegor leaned up against him. You were so taken back by the situation. It was scary, being around there two strangers, but it was also intriguing. You didn't know what was going to happen to you, but it couldn't be that bad....Right?

[intheticklecloset]

Unspoken Rules (Dr. Stone)

Summary: See above.

A/N: This is the fluffiest, cutest, most romantic anything I've written for a while! Hope you're ready for this one, @skribblz! >:) By the way, I've said it before but I'll say it again here: YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO FEEL SHY TALKING TO ME. YOU ARE MY BUDDY AND I ALWAYS LOVE CHATTING WITH YOU!! <3

Also, this fic could kiiiind of take place in the same universe as "The Anticipation Game." I unintentionally lined it up to kind of follow that first one, but it can 100% be read as a standalone as well. Either way, enjoy! ^^

Word Count: 1,182

Modern AU

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“S-Sehehehehehenku, nohohohohoho! Ehehehehehehehe!” Gen squealed. He was currently lying on his back, rolling on the ground while his feet were propped up – and trapped – on the couch in Senku’s tickly clutches.

Senku merely smirked lazily down at him, one knee pinning one of Gen’s bare feet to the cushions while holding on to the ankle of the other, scribbling away at the sole easily. “Heh. Come on, mentalist – you’re not even trying to get away.”

Gen squealed again, covering his face to hide his blush as he giggled crazily into his palms.

“Hey, we’ve talked about this. No hiding your face.”

Gen uncovered it just long enough to stick his tongue out in giggly defiance before hiding again. “Cahahahahan’t do anything abohohohout it up thehehehere, genius!”

“No?” Senku challenged, pulling back the toes of his foot and scratching deliberately at the space between the first two, making Gen arch his back off the floor with a shriek, hands shooting down as he tried to roll over and drag himself away.

“S-Stohohohohohop! Sehehenku!”

“Can’t do anything about it down there, wise guy,” Senku shot back evilly, settling in against the couch cushions, continuing to tickle as if he weren’t even struggling to maintain his hold on his wiggly boyfriend’s ankle. “Guess you’ll just have to take it.”

With a playful shriek, Gen flopped back into his previous position, laughing helplessly for several seconds before it occurred to him that the scientist was wearing shorts just like he was. In a flash he shot out his hand and scribbled desperately along his bare calf.

Senku giggled openly at the contact, but – to his credit – didn’t release his hold on either of Gen’s feet. “Nihihihice try.”

Gen let out a scream of laughter when Senku raked down the arch of his foot as punishment, then gathered up his strength to aim even higher, this time digging behind his boyfriend’s knee.

On instinct Senku curled up, more giggles spilling out of him. “Hehehehey!”

Gen quickly reclaimed the foot Senku had been sitting on, allowing him to shimmy closer to the couch as he continued laughing from his own tickle treatment, grasping Senku’s ankle and tickling his foot just as the scientist was doing to him.

“Oi!” Senku squeaked, finally releasing his grip on Gen to reach down and pry him away. “Get off of—gah!”

Gen grabbed his wrist, pulled him down to the floor as well, then rolled them over so he was on top, straddling Senku while quickly shoving his hands under his arms.

“Hehehehehey! No fahahahahahair!” Senku cried, laughing, squirming on the floor but quickly realizing he wasn’t going anywhere. Thinking fast, he grabbed onto Gen’s thighs and pressed his thumbs in deep, feeling a rush of triumph when his partner shrieked again and shot up to his knees.

“Sehehehehehenku!” Gen laughed, trying to grab one of his arms to pin it out of the way instead, having lost his straddling position.

Again, Senku was quicker. He shot his hands up to Gen’s sides, making him bring his arms in protectively, then kicked his leg out to unbalance him and knock him over, causing the two of them get tangled up momentarily before the scientist regained the upper hand, tickling his thighs once more.

“Ehehehehehehehe! Nohohohohohohoho!” Gen squealed, collapsing on the ground to laugh out his ticklish frustration.

“Face it, mentalist. You can’t win against me in a tickle fight. For that matter, you don’t want to.” Senku chuckled, looming over him with a knowing smirk that made Gen blush so hard his ears and neck went red, too.

He covered his face again, embarrassed but still giggling happily.

“Hey, quit covering your face,” Senku reprimanded gently, reaching up to pry one wrist away as he tickled with the other hand. “I want to see that smile—”

Gen grabbed his wrist again, this time reaching across to his boyfriend’s unprotected side and digging in hard.

Senku screeched, instantly letting up his own attack to defend himself, which failed miserably as he was shoved back against the couch, Gen quickly straddling his lap and digging into both sides unhindered. “AIEEE!! MEHEHEHEHENTALIST, NOHOHOHOHO – MMMPH!!”

Gen crushed his lips into Senku’s, silencing him with a kiss while still tickling wildly against his worst spot, feeling victorious and giddy in a way that made his head spin.

The scientist twisted his head away after a moment, desperate to be able to laugh out loud. “NOHOHOHOHOHO!! NO DEHEHEHEHEATH SPOTS – WAITWAITWAIT!!” he cried, grinning even as he fought against Gen when the mentalist tried grabbing his wrists to pin them behind his head to the couch. “NONONO!! AIIEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE!! NOT THE NEHEHEHEHCK, YOU INSAHAHAHAHAHANE LITTLE—!!”

Gen gripped his wrists hard, keeping them pinned out of the way while he kissed and nibbled along his boyfriend’s neck and ears, making him squeal in the most adorable way possible, his feet digging into the carpet behind his straddle, completely helpless now.

“Little what, hmm, Senku?” Gen teased, kissing his lips again, absorbing his laughter as he pinned both wrists with one hand, scribbling against his open side with the other. “Insane little what?”

Senku giggled hysterically, squirming against the couch, cheeks pink with mirth and flusteredness. “Yohohohohou insahahahahane mehehehehentalist!”

“Ouch. I’m wounded,” Gen deadpanned with a playful smile, then kissed him again.

For a few long, torturous moments, Senku giggled into his partner’s mouth while struggling to squirm away or even bring his arms down to protect his most vulnerable tickle spot, but gradually Gen’s tickling hand slowed to a stop, and then they were kissing – just kissing – with more and more fervor as the seconds ticked by. Senku wanted to melt into him, but he was more determined not to lose this tickle fight.

As soon as Gen released his arms to cup his face in both hands, Senku ran his fingers through his hair to relax him for just a moment…then dug his fingers up into his armpits.

“WHA-HUUUUH?!” Gen yelped in surprise, clamping his arms down, but it was too late. “SENKU YOU CHEHEHEHEHEATER!!”

Senku pushed him back onto the floor, pinning both arms above his head with one hand as had been done to him a minute ago, digging a single finger into one of his underarms to make him giggle hard but not lose his mind…yet.

“I don’t want to hear it about cheating,” he murmured into Gen’s ear, gradually moving to straddle him. “You went for my death spot. You broke the rules.”

“Whahahahahat rules? There were no ruhuhuhuhules!”

“The unspoken rules, of course.” Senku tickled a little harder. “Death spots are off-limits to give each of us a fighting chance.”

“Y-You mehehehehean to give you a fihihihihighting chance,” Gen shot back through his giggles, knowing he was digging a deeper grave for himself with every word. “Yohohohou cahahahahan’t win unless I leheheheheave your sides alone – AIIEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!! WAIT, NO, SEHEHEHEHEHENKU, NO!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Oh, you’re practically begging for it now, my dearest Gen,” the scientist growled playfully into his ear.

The mentalist’s laughter quickly went silent when Senku used his own kissing technique against him.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦

Warnings: Aged up/Older Ateez but age differences are still within legal boundaries. Suggestive scenarios only, no actual NSFW content.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

"Hongjoong!" You continuously poked at his arm rather harshly, trying to get him to look away from the phone in his hands.

"What-what?!" He freaked out and accidentally dropped his phone on the floor.

When he saw you peeking over to see what had gotten him so interested, he quickly scrambled to pick it up before hiding it in his lap. That made you even more suspicious.

"What are you trying to hide?" You squinted your eyes at him.

Hongjoong gulped nervously, which made your anxiety rise up.

"No-nothing... " But obviously there was something if his eyes refused to look at you. The longer you stared at him, the more Hongjoong seemed to recoil back in his chair, looking like he was..... guilty? Ashamed?

Dropping your fork on the table, you held up an accusatory finger at him.

"I'm warning you right now Kim Hongjoong, if you're fucking cheating on me I will cut off your penis while you're sleeping!" You threatened him.

The color drained from Hongjoong's face but nonetheless he got up to go over and calm you down.

"No no babe! I'm not cheating on you! I swear." He promised you, even getting on his knees in front of you.

"Then what were you looking at that you didn't want me to see?"

Sighing softly, Hongjoong took out his phone and pulled up the picture that he was looking at: it was a really cute and girly crib with a pink bed setting. You had to admit you were surprised that it would be something he was so intently looking at.

"And tell me why you were so distracted by this? Who were you planning on buying this for? Our son is already 3 and I don't think he'll appreciate the frilly pink in his room." You tried reasoning with him.

"No it's not for him. I've just been seeing so many nursery ideas for baby girls and it kinda got me thinking...." He paused and layed a hand on your stomach as he bit down on his lip, hoping you'd catch on to what he was trying to say.

And you most certainly did.

"Hongjoong- are you telling me you actually want another baby?" You weren't put off by the idea but it was so sudden and unexpected that you didn't know how to react.

Standing upright, Hongjoong squeezed your cheeks and softly pecked your lips.

"I do. I want an adorable and beautiful little girl... just like you. " He chuckled adoringly as he pressed more kisses to your cheek, trying to coerce you into saying yes.

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

"Dang, could you imagine raising 6 kids?" You asked Seonghwa as you cuddled up closer to him, your hand stroking the little patch of skin that was peeking out of his pajama shirt while you two watched the old sitcom The Brady Bunch play on your tv.

"Well you'd never have a boring day for sure." He chuckled, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

You hummed softly, eyes never leaving the screen in front of you.

"True...but to think how exhausting it must be. We only have two and they take up most of our time."

Seonghwa laughed at how true your words were, your twins already nearing 5 years of age and boy were they a handful. If you weren't making sure they were doing well in school, you almost always had to deal with the boy pranking his sister or causing all kinds of mischief or you had your daughter coming up to you with the darnest of questions, one after another.

"But you can't deny they're adorable and they make our life happier." He reminded you, and you had to agree. Like Seonghwa said, there was never a boring day with your two munchkins around.

Feeling Seonghwa's fingers idly tap along your hip, you knew his mind was elsewhere and not on the show playing on the tv.

"Penny for your thoughts?" You asked him.

Seonghwa wondered whether it would be a good idea to say something but ultimately decided 'screw it.' Turning off the tv, he sat up and looked you straight in the eye.

"How would you feel about adding another member to the family?" He straight out blurted it out.

Although you knew what he meant, you decided to play like you didn't understand.

"I thought you said no pets because they make a mess." You giggled which caused Seonghwa to flick your head.

"You know that's not what I meant." He huffed out.

"I know, I know love...."

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, your fingers slowly began undoing the buttons.

"So.... you want another baby?"

Seonghwa felt himself hardening when he looked at your suggestive eyes.

"Yes." He breathed out, tongue swiping over his lips when you brought your face close to his.

"Wanna fuck another baby into me?" You smirked as you layed down on the bed and pulled him on top of you.

"Hell yeah-"

Your moment was interrupted when you heard the screeching of your daughter as she called out for you, ratting out her brother in his new prank. Seonghwa sighed loudly as he got up.

"Guess we're trying this another night."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Picking his son up from school, Yunho watched as the little boy waved goodbye to his friends who in turn ran to their respective parents. He noticed how the boy seemed to look with great curiosity at some of them, particularly when they would hug or mess around with the sibling that was accompanying their dad or mom. Even during the car ride home, Yunho would peer through the rear view mirror and saw the little boy fidgeting his tiny hands.

"What's up buddy? Something on your mind?" He asked.

His son looked around nervously before blurting out:

"Dad how come all of my friends have brothers or sisters but I don't?"

Yunho had to steady his grip on the steering wheel to keep from swerving onto the opposite lane. He was not prepared to be asked such a question by his son.

"I well umm..... mommy and I didn't know you'd want a sibling...."

Yunho looked back at his son through the rear view mirror, hesitating on his words.

"Do you want a brother or sister?"

The reaction on the boy's face was immediate, eyes growing big and sparkling.

"Yes! I want someone to play with every day too!" He squealed.

Yunho chuckled at his son's excitement. Getting out his phone, being careful not to take his eyes off the road, he made a quick call to Mingi and asked him if he could babysit for a couple hours, which his friend was more than happy to do. Yunho immensely thanked him and hung up.

"Well buddy, for today please settle for Mingi's daughter. Maybe this time you'll actually beat her in climbing up a tree faster."

Happy at getting his boy content and with entertained for a few hours, Yunho dropped him off at Mingi's place, the latter promising to take good care of him, which Yunho didn't doubt one bit. Getting back inside the car, he nearly drove over the speed limit just so he could get home as fast as possible. You were just finishing up setting up the table for lunch when Yunho came running inside.

"Hey, where's-"

You slightly gasped when Yunho cupped your face and began kissing you hungrily, his mouth devouring yours as his hands went to the back of your thighs so he could pick you up and wrap your legs around his waist.

"Yunho what has gotten into you? Where's my baby?" You finally asked when you were able to catch your breath.

"He's over with Mingi and he'll be there for a couple hours, perfect if you ask me."

You couldn't help the blush that spread across your cheeks when Yunho kicked open the door to your room and proceeded to lay you on the bed.

"Our son is lonely, he wants someone to play with and keep him company."

You giggled when you caught onto his meaning, tilting your head when he began peppering kisses along your jaw.

"So let's try and make him a sibling."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang and you calmly laid out the food on top of the picnic blanket, one of you looking over every once in a while at the pair of kids running around the park, making sure neither of them got hurt, which they didn't. You two merely exchanged amused looks when you heard their playful bantering.

"Hey! No fair! You cheated!" Your son accused his older half sister, face frowning at having lost in their game of hide and seek.

"Did not! You're just a sore loser." Eunbin called out.

Huffing loudly, your son stomped his tiny 4 year old feet away from her, but stopping midway to turn around dramatically.

"I liked you better when you'd let me win!" He exclaimed.

"And I liked you better when you couldn't talk and still needed to be changed. You were a lot cuter back then!" Eunbin replied, half snorting at her statement.

You and Yeosang tried not to burst out laughing right then and there, preferring to keep quiet, knowing they'd be friends again in 5 minutes and forget they even got mad at each other. You went back to your task of peeling fruit, so engrossed that you almost didn't hear Yeosang start talking.

"He was incredibly adorable as a baby, Eunbin isn't lying." He commented.

"Yeah he was. He looked like a little cherub. Squishy cheeks and button nose." You faintly squealed as you recalled all the times you'd stay by his crib and watched him sleep.

Yeosang also began reminiscing about those times, his mind starting to get ideas.

"What if we had another one?" He asked so casually.

"Another baby?" You raised your head to look at him.

"Yeah.... I mean... I kinda miss all those sleepless nights of crying, endless feeding, rocking them to sleep and changing diapers." Yeosang admitted.

"I did most of it though." You reminded him.

"I mean.... I helped didn't I?" Yeosang tried to argue.

"Actually Damian helped out, even if he was grouchy about it." You rolled your eyes.

Yeosang huffed. "So I take it this means no baby?"

"Now hold on, I didn't say that. I'm very open to the idea, but you know this isn't a decision to make ourselves."

Calling for your children over, they speedily made their way to you two, each of them sitting next to their favorite parent, Eunbin next to her father while your son scooted over with you, resting his head on your lap.

"Hey kids, what do you guys think about mommy and I getting you guys a brother or sister?"

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

"There you go princess. All nice and pretty like always. Remember to behave at school ok? And be nice...."

Looking over to make sure you weren't within earshot, San leaned in and whispered to his daughter.

"But if anyone is being mean to you, remember to do that thing I taught you."

The tiny pig tailed girl held up her tiny fists and proceeded to lift her foot up and kick the air, just like her father had secretly taught her to do when you weren't around.

"That's my girl! Love you."

Kissing the top of her head, he watched her get in the car that also contained Wooyoung's daughter, their mom waving from the driver's side before taking them both to school. As usual, San stayed by the doorstep and waited a couple minutes before heading back inside. He joined you in the kitchen, where you were busy washing dishes from breakfast. Feeling your husband hug you from behind, you looked over and pecked his cheek.

"What's wrong?" You asked when you saw his pouty face.

"I'm worried about our princess. What if something happens to her?" He was starting once more with his overprotective dad mode.

"San she's going to be fine." You assured him.

"How do we know for sure? We say that now but what about later in life? Soon she'll start growing up, start making her own decisions and- Oh my God! Boys! Some boy will try to take her away from me!" He screeched, pure panic on his face.

"And that's normal. She will attract boys, she will date, will get her heartbroken-"

"Oh no no no, anyone breaks her heart, I'll break their necks." He cracked his knuckles to get his point across.

"You can't spy on her 24/7 you know. You might not even know when someone is interested in her or if she's interested in someone." You tried explaining to him.

"Hmmm true....we need someone else to do the job.."

Turning you around, San had a mischievous look in his eyes as he began untying your robe.

"Maybe someone like a little brother to report to me anything that goes on in her life."

You scoffed at him. "Choi San, are you suggesting we have a kid merely so they'll become your little accomplice?"

San chuckled as he pulled your body against his.

"That and it's getting pretty gloomy in the house without our daughter. Another baby might cheer us up."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Mingi and you cooed at the tiny baby that was in Yunho's arms.

"He's so adorable." You squeaked when he brought it closer to you so you could get a better look at his tiny face

"And big." Mingi pointed out

"Yep, his mom felt that too while pushing him out." Yunho grimaced as he recalled the excruciating hours inside the delivery room.

"But it was all worth it in the end. We brought another healthy precious boy into the world and our son won't be so lonely anymore." Yunho continued as he looked over towards his son and your daughter who were currently immersed in their favorite tv show.

"Here, wanna hold him?"

Of course you did. Carefully taking the baby from his arms, you rocked him in your embrace, your heart nearly bursting out of your chest from how cute he was.

"Oh my god Mingi! He's the cutest thing ever." You whisper yelled, not wanting to cause the baby to cry or anything.

"I know. Doesn't it make you want another one?"

You whipped your head over at Mingi, who looked shocked that he actually said that.

"I mean- if you don't want to that's fine. I understand. After all, we already have our lovely daughter and I wouldn't want you to go through another pregnancy if you weren't up to it..." His babbling started to trail off, throat clearing as he felt embarrassed about what he said.

"Well look at that, he needs to be fed. Maybe it'll give you two time to talk." Yunho laughed slightly as he took the baby away and went to go prepare a bottle.

When Mingi looked back, you had your arms crossed over your chest, foot tapping against the floor. Your stare made him nervous.

"Song Mingi....do you want another baby?" You raised an eyebrow.

"I mean....I would but if you don't, I won't-"

You silenced him by pressing a kiss on his lips.

"I do. I think it'd be nice to grow our tiny family a little more." Your reply brought a smile to his face.

"Really? You mean it?"

You nodded immediately, giggling when he pressed more kisses on your lips.

"Can we start trying tonight?"

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

"Y/N, I need your opinion on something." Wooyoung called out for you.

Walking into the room, you saw him face deep on his laptop, scrolling the mouse down.

"What?" You asked as you came up behind him.

"You know how we've been talking about moving to a different area?" You nodded at his question. Indeed, you had both been discussing about moving to a neighborhood that was close to your daughter's school.

"Well I found a few options and I wanted to see if you liked any of them."

Hunching over slightly, you started looking at all the different houses Wooyoung found. They all looked pretty cozy and very spacious.. a little too big though.

"Ooh! That's the one I liked! It has this huge backyard and I was thinking maybe we could install a playground for our daughter out there. With swings and a slide. Or maybe a trampoline!" He excitedly poured out his ideas.

"Wooyoung these are all 4 bedroom houses though." You pointed out.

"Yeah. So?" He shrugged.

"It's literally just 3 of us, what on earth are we going to do with 2 spare rooms?" You questioned him.

"Well I mean....what if..it wasn't just us 3? What if 3 became 4...or even more?" He looked up at you as he bit down on his lip, his hands coming up to caress your hips in a suggestive manner.

Smiling fondly at him, you cupped his cheeks and hummed.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" You smirked at him.

"Are you going to say yes?" He looked at you with a hopeful smile.

You pretended to think about it, but eventually sighed and gave in.

"Yes."

Wooyoung jumped up from his seat and crushed you in a tight embrace, his lips attacking your cheek with pecks that felt more aggresive than grateful.

"Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!" He repeated over and over again.

Running out of the room, he barged into your daughter's bedroom where he proceeded to pick her up and spin her around, the poor girl confused.

"Guess what babygirl?! We're moving to a new house and you're going to get a sibling!"

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Jongho steadied the tiny girl on his lap who was bouncing out of emotion while watching the soccer game.

"Ok ok honey, settle down. I don't want you falling off or something." He said as his strong hands kept her in place.

You and your daughter proudly cheered for Hongjoong's son and his team as they continued to score goal after goal, eventually winning over the other team which sent all of the spectators into a frenzy.

"Oh my god! They actually won!" You clapped.

Overflowing with excitement, your daughter hopped off her dad's lap and ran full speed into the field where she proceeded to latch onto Hongjoong's son, her tiny arms clinging to him while the poor boy was looking scared and nudged for someone to help him.

"Of course she'd run over to him." Jongho let out a sigh.

"Upset that your little girl already has her first crush?" You teased.

"No- well yes, but no actually."

Sensing that something was the matter with him, you inched yourself closer to Jongho, your hand reaching out to hold his.

"Is something wrong?"

It took a while for Jongho to muster his thoughts, but he eventually laid out his worries to you.

"No, it's just.... don't get me wrong, I love our daughter very much, she's my whole world along with you. But I can't help but feel jealous of my friends with their sons. Taking them to soccer matches every weekend, teaching them how to kick a ball, score a goal, you know, activities for father son bonding times."

You understood what he was talking about and although he could very well try to teach those things to your daughter, she was much too delicate and girly for such things, not to mention she didn't have much of an interest in sports. Resting your head on his shoulder, you smiled as you suggested:

"Maybe we should start trying for a boy then. I think it'd be nice don't you?"

Jongho whipped his head at you, questioning if you were being serious or not. You grinned and kissed his nose, effectively letting him know you were indeed being serious. Giggling, he pulled you against him and kissed your forehead.

"I love you so much."

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[bubblywriter0]

I’m your biggest fan! Bakugou x reader x Todoroki

Word count: 2.6k of filth 

Warnings: non-con, smut, degradation, double-penetration 

tagging: @twynity @tommy-braccoli​

You were his secretary. Katsuki Bakugou, the hot-headed, incredibly stubborn, and undeniably handsome Ground Zero. Being the number three Hero's secretary had its perks, as well as its (rather exasperating) responsibilities. Which consisted of late nights, piles of paperwork, and plenty of arguments with the short-tempered Hero. 

But you loved it. 

You couldn't deny that it had you completely stressed most of the time, or that you were up till ungodly hours of the night more than once a week cleaning up his messes. But there was something charming about the snooty blonde, however hard it was to admit, and you could proudly say no one could match his outrageous temper the way you could. 

Your manager could confirm this first hand, as she had been caught in the midst of one-two many yelling matches between the two of you and always silently thanked you afterward for being able to keep him in his place.  

You held your own with the number three Hero, and though he would never admit it out loud, you were one of the very few people that could get him to see reason when his temper took over. You were a strong, independent woman. Which is why you never imagined yourself in this position, at least not in this way. 

—

Katsuki Bakugou was undeniably attractive. And an insatiable tease. He could (to your annoyance) read you easier than you anyone, and he had made your knees go weak too many times with his low-tone remarks or "accidental" intimate touches. But, you never gave in. 

You never took action on the desires that bubbled right underneath the surface. Not when you were fuming, inches away from each other from some dumb, long forgotten argument, the tension so thick anyone who walked in would slam against it. You even humored the thought of going out on a date. Just two colleagues going out for a drink after work, if not only to scratch the itch of something more. 

But the blunt hero never took the bait, couldn't seem to ask you out like a regular person. Instead, he had to drive you insane with teasing touches and suggestive remarks, that damn smirk and low voice carrying into your bedroom late at night when you were by yourself. Yet, being the responsible little secretary you were, you never gave in.

And then today, he finally seemed to snap. 

It started in the middle of your meeting. Some bastard was going on and on about some dumb policies and Bakugou couldn't be less interested. He internally groaned as he checked his watch just to find that he would have to sit through twenty more agonizing minutes of this. Tch. If this shithead pulls out one more Venn diagram I'm gonna fucking lose it. He fought the urge to prop his feet up on the desk, instead letting his gaze lazily wander to you. 

Aw. Look at you, such a good little secretary. His good little secretary, his brain added possessively. He chuckled quietly to himself, noting the way your pencil was tucked behind your ear, your brow scrunched in concentration as you scribbled down notes like a diligent student. He smirked as his eyes wandered down to see your pretty little skirt hiked up those cute thighs of yours. He licked his lips as he watched you bounce your foot gently, your thigh slightly jiggling from the movement. God, he just wanted to sink his teeth into you. 

You barely caught the movement in the corner of your vision, too busy watching the presentation to pay attention to Bakugou -besides, you were more than used to him getting antsy during these long meetings. So it was safe to say you didn’t take note of the large hand making its way towards you. 

You almost squealed when you felt the warm palm slide into your lap, your mouth dropping open in surprise. You practically burned up on the spot, immediately panicking and trying inconspicuously to pry it off. This only encouraged Bakugou, prompting him to squeeze the plump flesh, his thumb dragging slow, precise, and agonizing circles into your inner thigh as you squirmed, his teeth flashing as he grinned manically. He was going to enjoy this.

You couldn't focus on a word said after that, which was rather inconvenient considering you were supposed to be taking notes. The warm blush on your face hadn't left but your heart finally had slowed to a normal pace as the meeting came to an end. 

You stood quickly and smiled at the men and women leaving, unsettlingly aware of the metal chair scraping away from the table and the flooding warmth as Bakugou shuffled across the room to stand next to you. 

He grunted out less friendly goodbyes, echoing you lazily, and your eyes flew wide as you felt a hand sliding up the back of your thighs to your ass. You tried to swat his hand away but he caught your hand easily, pinning it against your back, clicking his tongue disapprovingly in your ear as he stepped up behind you. You let out a small whimper of protest and his grip on your wrist tightened painfully, pulling you with it so your back smacked against his chest, eliciting a surprised yelp from you. 

He didn't even seem to care that the last man who was about to shake your hand flushed almost as bright as you, and you squirmed helplessly as Bakugou glowered over your shoulder at the hand that was still held out. The dumbstruck man didn’t move, Bakugou’s patience wearing thin as he bared his teeth and let out a low growl, 

“Are you just gonna stand there shitty extra? You waiting for a damn show, wanna watch me fuck her real good or something?” Bakugou taunted cruelly, a hand wrapping around your neck as he leaned down to you. ‘Wadya’ say princess? You wouldn’t mind, would you? Bet your fuckin soaked right now, thinking about this shitty loser watching me bounce you on my cock, bet you’d like that, Hah” But all you could do was whine pathetically, trying to hide your red face, looking anywhere but at the flustered man. 

“Oh?” His crimson eyes narrowed at the man who was still standing there. “So you do want a show? That’s fine with me, but let’s make sure that princess here is okay with it,” he grinned again as you were suddenly thrown forward, bent over, the blood rushing to your head as you felt rough hands traveling up the back of your thighs curiously. “Let’s take a little peek and see if I’m right, hm?” 

But the poor man was already backing away, practically tripping over his feet and muttering apologies over his shoulder as he burst out of the conference room, his face bright with embarrassment and arousal judging from the obvious tent he was shielding in his pants as he made a bee-line for the bathroom. 

As the clear door swung shut you were suddenly picked up from the waist, and it took a moment for your spinning head to adjust before you started kicking your legs out in an attempt to escape. “Tsk, such a fucking brat,” Bakugou growled as he swatted at your ass, a painful sting following as you let out a yelp. 

“Stay fucking still slut.” You felt a tear drip down your cheek as you gave up your attempt to evade his grasp, your small body not standing a chance to the pounds of muscle you were up against. 

Bakugou flopped your body onto the glass table, pulling your ass towards him and flipping up your skirt onto your back so he had access to your plump behind. His heated fingers traced the exposed skin and you bit back a groan as he ran a finger down your slit. Your body automatically shivered when he yanked your panties down, hiding your head in your hands as you felt cool air tickle your dripping folds. He was right. You were sopping. 

“Aw, look at this,” you wined with embarrassment at his coos, his husky voice going straight to your exposed heat. “All wet and needy for me, huh baby?” You practically sobbed, your head nodding with shame. “Don’t worry pretty baby, I’ll take care of this mess” He pulled your legs apart and cooed again at the way your messy cunt dripped down all over the table, running a finger up your leg to collect some of your juices, popping the finger in his mouth and groaning at your taste. 

“I’ll make it all better, yeah?,” he hummed, chuckling at your incoherent mumbles and sobs. He leaned forward so his hot breath fanned against your ear, smirking as he growled in a low voice, “I asked you a fucking question slut.” You gulped at his harsh tone. “You know how to use your words, right bitch?” You nodded violently, terror making your voice tremble stupidly as you tried to answer in between hiccups, “m’s-sorry, I c-can-” He clicked his tongue, cutting you off. “I-I I’m s-sorry,” he mimicked you, sneering at the way you trembled. 

“Sluts who can’t follow simple orders don’t need to talk, do they?” You shook your head no shamefully, your cute little sobs and whimpers going straight to Katsuki’s already tight pants. “Good girl,” he cooed at your obedience, smirking as he undid his navy tie, pulling you towards him roughly. He reached around to your face and grabbed your jaw, his thumb prodding at your bottom lip. “Open,” he demanded, and you complied. 

He smirked with satisfaction at how good you were being, how easily you were letting him handle you. Such a good little slut for him, he repeated the thought again as he coaxed the handmade gag all the way into your open mouth, drool seeping down onto your chin. “There.” He grinned at the image of you looking all fucked out, cunt all messy and oh so needy, throat stuffed full, with mascara running down those pretty cheeks. “Isn’t that better baby?” He rasped as he kneaded your hips, grinding his clothed cock slowly against your dripping sex. You whined around your gag as you squirmed, fresh tears running down your stained cheeks as your body begged for more, begged to be filled by something, anything.     

Luckily for you Bakugou seemed to understand, fingers attacking your swollen clit as he humped against you lazily. “Need something pretty baby?” He laughed at your silence, but made quick work of unzipping his slacks as he pulled himself out of his pants, jerking himself once before spreading your cheeks. He groaned at the sight of his fat cock slipping between them as your needy cunt sucked him in, your body finally relaxing a bit as he slid inside you fully.

 He gave you no time to adjust, pulling out halfway just to slam back in, making you squeal around your gag. You rocked yourself back and forth on the table, chasing your much needed release as Bakugou used you, pulling your hips back to try and fit more of him inside you, your eyes rolling back at how good he felt. He almost didn’t notice how close you were, focusing on the way your weeping cunt kept sucking him in, squeezing around him whenever he growled filthy obscenities into your ear. 

But when you started babbling mindlessly around your gag, pushing back against him, he caught onto what you were doing, smirking at how quickly he’d reduced you to this. “Gonna come for me pretty baby? You gonna come around this fat cock?” You nodded, sobbing at how close you were.  “Go ahead, make a mess slut,” he growled against your ear, teeth grazing your skin as his warm tongue slipped out and prodded at it. You shivered uncontrollably as your body convulsed, giving into the intense pleasure as you focused on the heat between your slick thighs combined with the way Katsuki’s mouth was working down your neck, your orgasm racking through your body in euphoric waves, your cunt squeezing around Bakugou's dick as you came. 

You trembled as you slowly came down from your high, your sticky fluids sliding down your cheeks as Bakugou continued to pound into you. Everything felt so sensitive and suddenly the immense pleasure you were feeling mixed with something else and it was, “too m-much Katsuki, please s’too much,” but your cries were muffled and there was no way in hell he was letting you go now, grabbing your hips tighter as he thrust in and out of you, the lewd squelches from your dripping pussy making him feral. 

“Aw, you can take it princess,” he grunted with a sick grin as you tried to crawl away from him, squirming hopelessly on the glass table. “You’re not going anywhere, you’re gonna stay here and take it all like a good girl, you hear me?” He slapped your ass hard, emphasizing his point while his hips drove forward to meet your messy hole, groaning at the way your cheeks tinted pink from the impact, spanking you again to hear to feel you squeeze around him even tighter. “You like that slut?” He sneered, “Of course you do.” 

But you were too distracted by the flash of red and white that caught the corner of your vision. 

You raised your head slowly, only to be met with the inquisitive gaze of- You gasped. Shouto Todoroki. The Shouto Todoroki, the number Two Pro Hero you’d watched on TV for years, fawned over, and now... 

Bakugou could only assume your small gasp was from how good he was making you feel, and he smirked at this, driving his hips into you wilder with a new sense of inspiration and pride feeding to his unbelievably large ego. But how wrong he was. 

Your breath caught in your throat as curious blue and grey orbs traveled along your form, his gaze cutting through the glass and heating your whole body up till you were almost positive it was on fire. You felt so exposed, so humiliated, and so utterly turned on. 

His eyes slowly raised back to meet yours and you swallowed nervously. His pink tongue darted out to lick his lips and his mismatched orbs held yours with such intensity and curiosity, it was so..dominant. 

And it was making your legs feel weak. It made you feel all hot and bothered as he watched the Ground Zero fucking into you without hesitation, shamelessly watching every move. And it didn’t take long for Bakugou to notice. 

Bakugou was observant, and the sudden reactions your body was having to him was a pleasant surprise, but a little random, and it didn’t take long for him to realize your attention was focused outside the room, which annoyed him. “Oi, shit head whadya..” he trailed off as he caught sight of the red and white boy standing outside of the room, and he suddenly remembered he had a meeting with him scheduled for this afternoon, in this room. 

He had half the mind too cover you up and go tell the icy-hot bastard off but, what was this? You certainly seemed to be enjoying the way the dual-colored Hero was watching you get fucked. Did this.. Get you off? A shit eating grin spread across Bakugou’s face at the realization, the wheels already turning in his head. 

So his pretty little secretary wanted to act like a whore, huh? Then he’d treat her like one. 

You hear Bakugou chuckle darkly, yanking your hips back to gain more leverage, sneering at the heat rising to your face. Lips brush against your ear and a raspy voice whispers, "Oh look, it's your favorite little hero, Shoto Todoroki. Wave to him, princess"

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Hope you enjoyed! Part 2 coming soon:) 

[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

A Duel Between Brothers

Word count: 2750

Ok, so this one is one I started months ago, even before most of the other fics I've written, but I never finished it. I just randomly got inspired to finally write the ending. Hope it came out alright!

This one guest stars Thor (trying to write for some other characters here and there!)

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All you had wanted was to sit quietly and watch some TV. Simple, really.

You didn’t expect to walk in on a full-on brawl between the two Asgardian brothers. If you could call it that, really.

You had been making your way down to the common area in the tower when you heard the shouting. At first you were concerned someone was in the process of being beaten to death, the yelling was so loud. Then you noticed the booming laughter strewn throughout the shouts, and you breathed a sigh of relief. Just the boys again… you thought, slowly approaching the doorway to the common area.

Thor and Loki often fought with one another, so this didn’t really come as a surprise to you. What you didn’t expect was to find Loki pinning his brother to the floor, Thor’s laughter echoing through the room as Loki tickled him mercilessly. The sight was sort of adorable.

“It’s not as enjoyable as it was when we were children when you are on the receiving end, now, is it brother?” Loki taunted. Thor reached up to shove his brother off, but Loki was agile, his fingers darting under the elder brother’s arms so he’d clamp them down at his sides.

You felt heat prickle in your cheeks as you stood quietly in the doorway. You were quite ticklish yourself, although no one in the tower was privy to that information just yet. It was unclear whether you were happy or disappointed by this – you actually enjoyed being tickled, in a fun, playful, sometimes flirty way. You also had a weird tendency to feel ‘sympathy ticklish’ when you saw someone else being tickled. Of course, these weren’t things you wanted to openly admit. So, you tried to stay out of the way in the rare instances you came across a tickle fight such as this in the tower.

After watching for a few moments, you already felt tingles on your sides and a small smile growing on your face. You turned to walk back out of the room quietly before the boys noticed your presence. Unfortunately, you’d waited just a moment too long.

“Lady Y/N! Plehehease! I-I require assistance!” Thor begged. You stopped dead in your tracks and spun back around to find both Thor and Loki’s eyes on you. Loki had let up on his brother for a moment as he observed you with a questioning look.

“Oh, uh… I don’t want to get in the middle of this. Sorry Thor, you’re on your own,” you stammered, remaining at a safe distance in the doorway.

“Were you planning to use the common room, Y/N? Please, don’t feel you need to leave on our accord,” Loki insisted, resuming his attack. You took a few gradual steps into the room, unsure how best to proceed from here. If you appeared too anxious and left, surely, you’d give yourself away. If you stayed, you’d have to watch the boys fighting, and your expression may also give you away. You opted for a sort of in-between option for now, standing a few feet away from the brothers but not yet making yourself comfortable.

“Are you sure I won’t be in the way?” you asked timidly, though loudly enough to be heard over Thor’s boisterous laughter.

“Please. Sit down. Pay us no mind,” Loki insisted, conversing casually as if he wasn’t currently torturing his brother. Reluctantly, you sat gingerly on the couch and picked up the remote to turn on the TV.

You couldn’t bring yourself to relax into the couch cushions, so you sat unmoving while trying to avoid looking at the brothers on the floor a few feet away. You couldn’t help but steal an occasional glance at the pair. It was taking everything you had not to start giggling nervously as you watched Loki tormenting his brother. You could only imagine what it would be like if you were in Thor's position...

“Were you planning to use the remote? Or were you simply hoping the television would magically turn itself on?” Loki asked, jerking you from your thoughts.

“What?” You looked down at the remote in your hand, still unused. “Oh. Yes. I was going to watch some TV.”

“You seem a bit… uneasy,” Loki noted, finally releasing his brother as he turned his full attention to you.

“Brother, you will pay for-“ Thor was silenced before he could finish his threat as Loki held his hand up, silencing him.

“What do you mean?” you asked innocently.

“You clearly seem distracted by something. Normally you’re shoving people out of the way to get to the remote to watch your silly reality television programs, but today you seem to have forgotten how to turn the television on. And you’re stiff as a post.” His eyes narrowed a bit as he tried to analyze your expression, and you felt a blush creeping up your neck.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Loki. I’m fine.” You leaned back against the couch cushions to prove your point and propped your feet up on the coffee table, aiming the remote at the TV. Before you could press the ‘on’ button, Loki stepped between you and the cable box, a slow smirk spreading across his lips.

“Tell me, Y/N… are you ticklish?” Your eyes widened for a moment, almost imperceptibly, at the unexpected question. Quickly, though, you tried to regain your composure, clearing your throat, and steeling yourself.

“No, Loki. What would make you think that?” you inquired, fighting to hide the smile that was tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“You’re not exactly subtle, darling.” The mischievous glint in his eye made you jumpy, and you slowly rose to your feet to move away from the advancing Asgardian. “For one, you’ve been blushing furiously since entering the room to find me torturing my brother. And that is only after you attempted to leave before we noticed your presence.” He started to take a few steps toward you as you slowly backed away, cursing your face for having betrayed you. “In addition, you’re already attempting to hide what I assume to be your most vulnerable areas,” he gestured at your arms folded across your ribs, which you promptly lowered to your sides. Your back suddenly met the cold plaster of the wall, and you mentally cursed yourself for literally backing yourself into a corner.

“I-I really think you’re o-overanalyzing this, Loki… you’re just being r-ridiculous,” you insisted, pressing yourself flat against the wall as Loki blocked your exit, placing a hand against the wall on either side of your head.

“Oh, am I?” His face was now only inches away from yours as his impish smirk continued to grow bigger. “Well, darling – there’s only one way to find out.”

Without any additional warning, he brought his hands down to latch onto your sides. The suddenness of his movement made you shriek as you grabbed hold of his wrists. He kept his fingers still, pressing just gently enough into your skin to set your nerves on fire.

"Wait, wait, wait! C-can't we talk about this?" you asked nervously, the god leering down at you with an evil grin on his face. He applied just a bit more pressure with his fingers, causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

"Any last words?" Loki asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"I- eep!!" You opened your mouth to respond, but he suddenly began kneading his fingers into the soft skin of your sides, causing you to squeal and begin giggling rapidly. Your knees buckled as your muscles weakened with laughter, and you slid down the wall as you sank to the floor.

“Oh no, you’re not going to escape that easily,” Loki teased, halting his attack to scoop you up off the floor and carry you over to the couch, holding fast despite your thrashing.

“Whyhyhy?!” you cried, still giggling from the residual ticklish tingles in your sides and the giddiness you felt at suddenly being swept up into Loki’s arms. “What did I do to you??”

“God of Mischief, darling,” Loki mused, dropping you unceremoniously on the couch you’d been seated on when this all began. Before you could move to escape, he planted himself down on your legs to keep you from kicking him as he dug his fingers into your sides once again. You batted at his hands with your own, trying to cover your weak spots as best as possible. “Now, Y/N, you’re making this difficult. Thor, a little assistance here please?”

“Certainly, brother!” Thor obliged, grasping your wrists and pinning them above your head, leaving you feeling even more vulnerable to Loki’s ticklish onslaught.

“Thohohor! Why are you helping him??” you pleaded, tugging at your arms to no avail.

“I apologize, Lady Y/N, but you should have assisted me when I requested your help,” Thor replied, his tone somber but his eyes bright with amusement. “In addition, you are adorably ticklish!” You groaned, your face burning even more, if that were even possible.

“Now then, tell me – where else are you 'not' ticklish?” Loki queried, moving his torturous fingers to your belly without awaiting an answer. You shrieked and squirmed a bit harder, which Loki turned into a game, moving both hands to one side and then rapidly switching to the other when you twisted and exposed yourself. “You’re not doing a very good job maintaining your blatant lies, Y/N.”

“OKAHAHAHAY! I’m ticklihihish! You wihihin!” you implored.

“Yes, I believe we’ve established that, thank you,” Loki replied sarcastically. “I’m having too much fun now to let you off that easily. Where was it you were trying to hide? Oh yes, I remember!” He dug his fingers into your ribs and your laughter grew more desperate, your muscles turning to jelly as he spidered up and down your ribcage.

Meanwhile, you felt another five fingers start scratching underneath one of your arms. You squealed, glancing up to see Thor hovering over you with a huge grin on his face, still grasping both your wrists in his other hand.

“NOHOHO THOR!!” you pleaded, the sensation overwhelming you between Loki’s fingertips drilling in between your ribs while Thor simultaneously spidered his fingers in the hollows under your arms, swapping between each side to keep you squirming.

“Brother, we do not want to kill our little friend here,” Thor warned as your laughter was growing silent, hiccoughing intermittently.

“I suppose you’re right,” Loki agreed, stilling his fingers against your upper ribs but not yet releasing you completely. Even the feeling of his fingertips pressing into your sides, unmoving, was unbearable; keeping you giggling and squirming. “I’m not even tickling you! Have you gone mad?”

“Nohoho, I can’t help ihihit!” you whined. Loki finally let go of your ribcage and Thor released your wrists, allowing you to breathe for a moment.

You certainly weren’t expecting to get yourself in this predicament when you’d entered the common room. You supposed you could have maybe pictured a situation like this with Thor, but never with Loki. While he did have a trickster reputation, you’d never really thought of him as the playful type.

You’d become friends with Thor almost immediately. On numerous occasions, you’d hung out with him and some of the other Avengers in between missions, showing him the art of Midgardian video games and laughing at his overenthusiastic excitement. In a way, Thor was like the older brother you never had.

With Loki, things were different. During the few months you’d been living in the compound, you had interacted with Loki only intermittently during mealtimes or in the training room. He didn’t say much except to his brother, but his sharp wit and sarcastic sense of humor had drawn you to him, and not in a familial sense. It was odd, really; you had only said a few words to him here and there, and yet you felt yourself falling for him hard and fast. There had been just a few longer conversations that you treasured – discussions about a mission, or a novel he was reading or a movie you had watched. He was always friendly when you spoke, but it was hard to know how interested he really was in chatting with you.

You’d been hoping to capture his attention somehow, but around Loki you seemed to forget how to formulate proper sentences. Never in a million years did you expect to find yourself pinned down and tickled senseless by the God of Mischief. But now that it was happening, you weren’t ready for it to end just yet.

You seized the opportunity while Loki and Thor thought you were still weakened from laughter to reach out and grab hold of Loki’s sides, getting in a quick squeeze or two before he grabbed hold of your wrists.

“Haven’t had enough, yet, have we? Oh darling, you’re going to regret that,” Loki warned ominously, pinning your wrists to his chest with one hand and digging into your ribs once again. A new wave of helpless giggles spilled from your lips, and you yanked desperately to pry your wrists out of Loki’s grasp. “It’s adorable that you think you can escape me, really. I am a god – do you truly think your strength outmatches mine while you are in such a weakened state?”

“Lohoho… Loki!! Stahahahp teasing!” you pleaded.

You hadn’t noticed Thor’s absence above your head until you felt a large hand wrap around your ankle. You shrieked as a finger traced the bottom of your foot, tugging your leg to pull out of Thor’s grasp.

“Brother, what in the nine realms are you doing to make her thrash so much?” Loki asked, turning to look back at Thor without halting his attack on your ribs.

“Well, brother, it appears our little friend has ticklish feet as well,” he responded casually, an air of amusement in his tone as he wrapped both ankles in a headlock with one arm and fluttered his fingers up and down both soles simultaneously with his free hand.

“GUHUHUYS!! I CAHAHAN’T!!” you shrieked through wild laughter.

“I suppose we should let up so our dear mortal can breathe,” Loki pondered aloud, slowing his fingers to simply scratch at the bottom of your ribs. Thor released your ankles as well, returning to your side so he could grin down at you with endearment. You pushed Loki’s wrists away from your torso so you could curl up and wrap your arms around your ribcage, residual giggles still bubbling from your chest.

“Rehehe… remind me not to walk in on a tickle fight between you boys ever again,” you mused, chest heaving with exertion.

“A poor decision, really,” Loki agreed, smirking down at you.

“Brother, we should allow Lady Y/N to watch her television program, now that we’ve finished tormenting the poor girl,” Thor urged, tugging on Loki’s arm.

“Wait!” You sat up, stopping them before they turned to walk out of the room. “I… uh… I don’t mind if you guys want to stay and hang out. Watch a movie or something..?”

Loki looked at you with surprise and confusion written across his face. If you hadn’t known any better, you’d have thought that just maybe you saw a hint of red tinged across his sharp cheekbones. Thor smiled, glancing over at you, then back up at his brother.

“I do apologize, but I have a prior engagement I must attend,” Thor responded woefully. “However, Loki would most certainly love to keep you company, wouldn’t you brother?” Loki shot him a wide-eyed look as Thor pounded his large hand against the back of his shoulder, causing him to lurch forward a bit from the impact. Thor’s smirk never faltered, his eyebrows elevating ever so slightly as he held Loki’s stare.

“I would like that,” you said after a moment, breaking the silence. Loki’s head turned to look at you, and upon seeing your pleading eyes staring up at him, his face broke out into a genuine smile.

“Well, who am I to say no, then?” He took a seat beside you on the couch as you aimed the remote at the TV, searching through the movie list. Thor bade you goodbye as he ducked out of the room, leaving you alone with the handsome trickster sitting beside you.

The opening credits began scrolling across the screen. Maybe it was the residual adrenaline from having been tickle tortured only moments before, but a surge of bravery ran through you, and you leaned your head against Loki’s shoulder. You were rewarded with a gentle laugh, vibrating from deep in his chest. He wrapped his arm around you and tugged you closer, his hand resting against your side. You flinched as his fingers twitched, digging slightly into your skin.

“Sorry, love – I couldn’t resist,” he chuckled in response to the playful glare you shot at him. He moved his hand to rest on your arm, and you nestled in comfortably against his side. You weren’t sure yet exactly what this was, but you most definitely liked where it was headed.

[earlgreydream]

traveler.

| loki x reader | fluff | 

summary: you and loki cross paths on a rainy day

warnings: only the slightest bit of steam if you squint

a/n: I needed something sweet and soft, and I miss the rain

You were walking along the cobblestone path to the tiny coffee shop you loved. The town you lived in was small, but you loved it and had lived there your entire life. It was quaint, with a vintage feel and sweet little cottages. 

Clouds hung heavy overhead, and the air smelled like rain. You pushed open the shop’s door, hearing the familiar chimes of his bell. 

“Hi, Y/N! Your usual?” The barista called. 

“Please!” You said with a smile, leaving your card on the counter. She grabbed it and nodded, taking the order of a customer who walked in behind you. 

You sat down on the faded yellow couch in the corner, opening the novel you’d brought along, soothed by the smell of coffee. The barista placed a steaming london fog on the small table beside you, setting your card down with it. Soon, your novel was forgotten as you sipped the tea, watching customers come and go. 

A man walked in that you didn’t recognize, catching your attention. Bright blue eyes stood out on nearly white skin, and he was wearing black jeans with a dark green shirt. He definitely stood out against the locals, but he didn’t pay any attention to the girls and guys who turned to watch him walk. 

The shop had gotten busy, all the tables full. He looked around, and you sat up, pulling your legs off the couch and pointed to the other side. He smiled and walked over, setting his bag down. 

“May I sit?” He asked politely, and you nodded. 

“Of course. I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself, sticking your hand out. He shook it, a bright smile crossing his face that made your insides erupt in butterflies.

“Y/N,” he repeated, “that’s a beautiful name. I’m Loki.” 

You blushed, laughing shyly at his unexpected compliment. 

“It’s lovely to meet you. I’ve never seen you around here before,” you commented, curious as to where he came from.

“No, I’m traveling through. I, my car, broke down on the edge of town, and I had to leave it at the shop. I walked here for a drink.” He explained with a defeated chuckle.

“Oh, that’s terrible, I’m so sorry.” 

“Having coffee with a stunning girl isn’t exactly the worst detour.” 

You bit your lip and looked up at him, warmth spreading through your face. He was incredibly charming and by far the most attractive man you had ever met. You shook your head, hiding the warmth in your cheeks. 

“So, where did you come from, Loki?”

“New York.”

“New York? You’re a city boy,” you giggled, earning a soft smile from you. 

Loki thought that your laughter was the prettiest thing he’d ever heard, and he found himself wanting to be the cause of it.

“I guess so. And you? Are you from here?” He sipped on his black coffee, leaning back against the couch and looking at you, studying the way your nose squeezed as you smiled, trying to bite back the giggle he wanted to hear.

“Born and raised. I love it here.”

“I hear the girls in this town are charming.” He teased you and you grinned at him before sipping your tea. The two of you kept talking, and he learned that you liked to read, just like him. You both loved poetry and classics, and he couldn’t keep the smile off his face as you passionately talked about the novels you loved. He quickly discovered the two of you had quite a bit in common, and he could’ve sworn he was dreaming. 

“I’m so sorry, it’s the auto shop,” he smiled apologetically as he answered the call he received on his phone. 

“Mr. Laufeyson, we won’t be able to fix your car until tomorrow. The radiator is blasted, and we need to get the piece from the next town over. We’re so sorry for the inconvenience.” The owner apologized, and he sighed.

“It’s alright. Thank you.” He sighed before hanging up.

You took note of the frown on his face.

“Bad news?”

“I’m stuck here for the night, my car isn’t an easy fix. Is there accommodations here?” He asked you, and you nodded before a thought occurred to you. 

“There is, it’s a bed and breakfast, but it’s right on the other end of town. It’s nearly three miles, and the weather is bad. I live close and I have a guest bedroom. Why don’t you stay with me?” You asked, surprising you.

“I could be a serial killer.” He pointed out, making you burst into laughter.

“Serial killers don’t read poetry about love.” You pointed out, making him smile.

“Fair enough. At least let me cook you dinner, for the trouble.” He begged, and you smiled with a nod. 

“Come on, we can run to the market.” You stood, slipping your book into your bag. The patrons of the shop watched the two of you leave together, and he followed you out and across the street to the market. He bought ingredients to make a fancy pasta that you struggled to pronounce the name of as you tried to repeat it after him. 

As the two of you walked back to your house, the sky cut loose, rain pouring down from the clouds. You shrieked at the cold rain, making him grin. You grabbed his hand and broke into a run toward your house, thankful the ingredients were in a waterproof bag. The two of you were soaked by the time you pushed open the door of your small yellow house. 

“It’s so cold!” You squealed, laughing as you kicked off your shoes inside and dropped your bag. Your hair stuck to your face, and his once-perfect hair had now fallen in dark waves. He set the ingredients on your table, and you tried to speak through your uncontrollable giggles.

“Give me your clothes, I can toss them in the dryer.”

“I haven’t got anything to change into,” He admitted and you shrugged.

“It’s fine, you’ll never dry like that, though.” You pointed out, pulling your own dress over your head, leaving you in tight black boy shorts and a matching bra. He admired your confidence, and you reached your hand out for his own clothes, a blush creeping across your face as you caught him looking at you for an extra moment. He kicked off his jeans and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing toned abs, and making you bite your lip. 

You took your clothes and tossed them in the dryer before lighting a fire in the fireplace. You grabbed a towel for him, and wrapped one around you, squeezing the moisture from your hair. 

“Your home is cute,” Loki said as he began to boil water for the pasta and he turned on the stove, making the sauce from scratch.

“Thank you!” you said proudly, earning a smile from him. You sat on the counter beside where he was cooking, watching the way his muscles moved as he expertly cooked. 

“Where’d you learn to cook?”

“I went to culinary school for a year.”

“Why’d you leave? Are you secretly a terrible cook?” You teased, kicking your feet and bringing a smile to his face.

“No, I wanted to study literature.”

You opened a bottle of wine, pouring two glasses that you drank prematurely while he cooked. You had returned to your place on the counter, watching in fascination as he made the meal. He described the process of making the dish as he did it, and you were enamoured by the gorgeous man. 

“Dinner, darling?” Loki inquired, serving two plates of the elaborate dish.

“Please!” You slipped off the counter, following him to the table. 

“Loki, this is incredible.” 

He thanked you, and you ate and he recalled horror stories that led to him leaving culinary school. He listened to your sweet laughter at his stories, finding himself laughing along with you. It was impossible not to with your contagious giggles. 

“I’ve never eaten a fancy dinner in a towel.”

“I’ve never cooked and eaten in a stranger’s home.” He confessed, making you grin at him.

You insisted on doing the dishes since he cooked, but he protested, not wanting you to feel like he was making you. You promised that you were happy to, and you turned to see him watching you with stunning blue eyes that you could drown in. 

“Y/N,” he said your name, taking your hand and pulling you closer to him. You smiled, biting your lip as you blushed. He leaned down and gently kissed you, and you melted into his touch. His touch was like electricity, and you reached up and threaded your fingers into his dark hair, deepening the kiss. 

He gently tugged at your towel and his, letting them fall from your bodies. He lifted you onto the counter, moving to stand between your legs as the two of you made out. 

You were blushing wildly as you finally broke away for air, and you gazed up into his blue eyes. 

“Finally.” you teased, and he laughed, kissing you again before moving down your jaw and your neck. His lips ghosted the column of your throat, and down to your chest, and you tangled your fingers back into his hair. You shivered at his touch, chills erupting on your skin at his light, erotic touches.

A soft whimper escaped your lips and he slid your bra straps down your arms, unclasping the back and letting it fall from your body.

“Gorgeous.” He murmured, making warmth spread through your chest. You wrapped your legs around his waist and let him carry you to bed, kissing him deeply.

| + |

Thunder rolled through the dark sky, and you stirred beside Loki. Opening your eyes, you saw it was early, too early to be out of bed. You studied the man beside you, who was still sleeping peacefully through the storm. Your hand rested on his chest, tracing light patterns against his skin. 

You leaned over him and lightly kissed his chest before slipping out of bed, pulling his now-dry t-shirt over your head. You went to the kitchen, making pancakes for breakfast, listening to the rain and thunder outside. 

You jumped with a small squeal as arms wrapped around my waist from behind. You back against his chest, and he buried his face in your shoulder, leaving gentle kisses up your neck.

“Thought you’d want breakfast to wait out the storm a bit before going back for your car.” You explained, and he kissed the back of your head, nodding. 

The two of you ate, and once the rain lifted, you walked him to get his car. He held your hand as you walked through the town, your fingers intertwined. You found yourself wishing he wouldn’t leave. 

You stood on the tarmac and watched him pull his car into the parking lot.

“You’re going, then? Off to your next adventure?” You asked, tears threatening to fall. 

“What if I stayed?”

You were shocked, and your eyes grew wide.

“If you’d have me.”  He spoke, getting out of the car. You ran to him and threw your arms around his neck, nodding fiercely. 

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Froggy Chair (My Hero Academia)

Heyo! So- without going into too many details, the night took a hard left in my personal life and I didn’t get home until a little after 2 am. I needed something sweet to write as a distraction, and this came to be!

Thank you to @helloitsghost​ for giving me the idea of using my art for my fics! I’m probably not gonna do it for every fic, but occasionally I will! :3

I hope you guys like it!

Summary: Tsuyu isn’t good at asking for things. Uraraka helps her out.

“Oh my god.” Uraraka suddenly gasped, eyes widening as she looked at her screen.

“What?” Tsuyu peeked over her shoulder, feeling her own eyes widen. “Oh my god is that-“

“It is!” Uraraka squealed, grinning. The girls were currently playing Animal Crossing together, cuddled close on the brunette’s bed as they went about their islands. Uraraka, who had already set up Redd’s shop, was surprised to find none other than the rare Froggy Chair!

“Buy it! *ribbit ribbit* Before he switches it out!” Tsuyu told her excitedly, her adorable croaks coming out more with her giddiness. Uraraka laughed as she did just that, snagging the chair. “Got it!” She told her, laughing when the other whooped with joy.

“Yay! We’ve got the Froggy Chair!” She cheered, pausing. “I mean- well, you got the Froggy Chair.” Tsuyu blushed as she settled down, smiling shyly. “You’re so lucky, Ochako.”

“I suppose I am.” The gravity girl smiled behind her switch, pretending to think as she returned to her island. “You know…I’m not sure what to do with the chair.” Tsuyu blinked, watching her. “You don’t?” She asked, a hint of yearning in her voice.

“Yeah, like- it’s adorable, but it doesn’t really fit the pink and black space theme I’ve got going on in my house.” Uraraka kicked her feet behind her daintily, her character walking around the island as if she was also in thought. “I love it, but it’s not really my style. I wonder what I should do with it?”

Call her what you want, but she was loving the inner conflict playing out on Tsuyu’s expression. She had been wanting a Froggy Chair since it’s return had been announced. She’d been searching every week at Crazy Redd’s shop in hopes it would eventually pop up in her shop like it did for Uraraka.

That said, she was never good at asking people for things, especially non-necessities.

“Well…whatever you choose to do with it, I’m sure it’ll work out.” She spoke carefully, hoping the smile she wore masked her feelings.

“Hmm…what to do, what to do…” Uraraka teased. “Should I put it in my island after all? Or should I give it away…?” She peeked at her friend, biting back a giggle when Tsuyu tried to hide her hopeful eyes. “Who should I give it to…any ideas, Tsu?”

The frog girl blinked before hiding her face against her frog pillow, her voice muffled as she realized just what the other girl was doing. “Don’t be mean!” She groaned, peeking at the other. Uraraka nearly lost it at the adorable glare she received.

“Come now, I just asked a question!” Uraraka smiled, her hand finding Tsuyu’s side and squeezing along her waist. “Any ideas? Come on, don’t be shy!”

Tsuyu squeaked in her pillow, squirming from the tickly hand. “No! Nohohohohohoho! *ribbit!* Ohohohohochahahahaku! *ribbit ribbit* wahahhahahait!” She cried, giggles and croaks escaping her lips.

Urakara giggled, sitting up so she could properly tickle her friend. Her hands flew across the smaller girl, tickling wherever she could reach. Normally in tickle fights, Tsuyu was relentless. Sometimes though, she just let it happen. That was her today, curling up and making halfhearted attempts to block Uraraka’s hands. “Give it up, Tsu! Just admit you want the chair!”

“Whhahahahhahahahhat ahahahhahahare yohohohou sahahahahahaying?” Tsuyu cried, her laughter increasing when Uraraka grabbed her leg. “Ihihihihi dohohohohohon’t *ribbit* knohohohow whahahahahahat *ribbit ribbit* yohohohohour tahahahhahalking abohohohout- AHHH NOT THEEHEHHEHEHEHERE!” The girl all but screamed when Uraraka wiggled her fingers behind her knee, her other hand squeezing along her thigh.

“Admit you want the chair and I will.” Uraraka told her, laughing aswell.

Tsuyu was a mess of laughter, flailing about as Uraraka tormented her legs. Her face was a warm pink color, half covered by her pillow eye so desperately tried to hide in. Her laughter echoed around the room, croaks and giggles mixing into a pretty sound.

Finally, she gave in.

“OHOHOHOHOKAHAAHAHHAY! *ribbit* OHHOHOHOHOKAY! I GIHIHIHIVE!” Tsuyu cried, tears of mirth filling her squeezed shut eyes. Uraraka smiled, stopping her tickle attack and crawling up, moving the pillow so she could see her friends face. “What do you want, Tsu?” She asked, grinning at the growing blush.

“Aehehehehe….hehehe…y-you’re ehehevvil! *ribbit*” The other complained, poking Uraraka’s cheek. When the other waited, Tsuyu sighed. “I…would like the Froggy Chair…if you don’t want it.” She finally asked, looking away.

“See? That wasn’t so hard!” Uraraka teased, poking her belly playfully. “I already sent it to you. You should get it in the mail.”

Tsuyu gawked, eyes wide with shock. “Wait- for real?” She looked at her switch, then at Uraraka. “You already did? When?”

“As soon as I got back to my island.” Uraraka told her, losing it in laughter at her friends expression.

“Why you! Oooohoho it is ON!” The frog hero cried, tackling Uraraka into the bed and releasing every tickle technique she knew growing up with her siblings.

Uraraka was properly ambushed with tickles, switch forgotten as she was lost in laughter once more.

Thanks for reading!

[charliedawn]

Not a request but imagine y/n has a family member who is also a slasher. One day the slashers talk about them and maybe Freddy jokingly asks y/n if they know them. Y/n just casually answer "Yes, he's my uncle. Really nice guy if he isn't killing you. He taught me all the important stuff like how to break someone's neck or how to hide a body." The slasher's faces would be priceless.

Also I love your writing! It's awesome!

Thank you, dear. And yes, I can easily see that..I also have the perfect slasher for the job. Norman Bates. The first slasher in the history of movies.

The little one shot that I just had to write :

In an apparent abandoned house, a man is sitting by himself, staring at the wall in front of him unfocused. Suddenly, the corners of his lips stretch into a smirk as he feels something that he hasn't felt for a long time..

" Y/N.."

He utters your name and looks downwards to his bloody hands and lets out a loud and dark laugh as he steps over the body of an unfortunate soul that had had the bad idea of stepping into his hotel. He then cleans up his hands in a nearby towel before wordlessly walking out of the hotel to St Louis..

Two days later :

The slashers are watching TV when you enter and smile at their attentive faces. However, your smile quickly vanishes when you see what they are watching..and especially about who.

" I swear Norman Bates is my role model ! He could kick some a** in a dress ! Respect !"

Freddy shouts in admiration at the end of the episode and some of the slashers nod in agreement. You understand why they would relate to him..Norman Bates was the one that started everything. Before him, you had normal criminals and murderers..but the name slashers only came after HIM.

" I can assure you..he has nothing of a role model.."

Your comment makes a few heads turn towards you and you blush vividly when you realize that you've said that part out-loud.

" Wait..You know Norman Bates ?!"

Freddy exclaims excitedly and stares at you with stars in his eyes. You sigh..If they only knew..You smile awkwardly and shrug.

" Yeah..You can say that."

Memories of late nights when Norman would be writing things on the kitchen table get back in your mind. Memories of him smiling every time he saw you and you, running in his arms to be spinned around in a fit of giggles. Yes..Norman Bates always managed to hide his true nature with you. He never hurt you, but he sure did influence you to follow the same path he did..You had met your old gang thanks to him. And you could have committed the most sinful of acts if it weren't for Amita that got you out of there. Just thinking about him is enough to give you goosebumps, the thrill it gave you never left you.

" Anyways..I wouldn't wish for anyone to meet Norman..He's a selfish bastard who thought only about loving and being loved all the wrong ways. He doesn't know love, I don't even think that he has a soul.."

The way you say it in such a poised and cold voice makes the slashers themselves wish they had never asked..Suddenly, you feel a cold shiver run down your spine and you know..You just know..He found you. You don't even hear him enter..A pair of arms surround your waist and a familiar chuckle makes itself heard next to your ear.

" Now, that is not a very nice way to introduce your favorite uncle..Is it, my dear ?"

He then looks at the slashers that are confused until Freddy springs to his feet with a wide grin.

" I can't believe it ! It's him ! It's Norman Bates !"

Norman can't help but smile at the obvious excitement of Freddy that nearly trips on the carpet floor in his eagerness to shake his hand.

" It's such an honor, sir !"

" The honor is all mine, mister Krueger..I've followed your career with great interest and I must say, I'm impressed."

Seeing Freddy squeal like a literal fangirl is enough for you to smile..but then, you see Norman's deep black pools staring at you intensely while shaking Freddy's hand. You glare warningly at him as an answer and the exchange is not lost on Arthur that frowns, wondering what Norman had done to get on the bad side of the nice nurse..the only one who seems to see goodness in everyone. Norman insists on saying hi to everyone and even shares some of his..experience..

"..So, this is how I killed Mary Goodwill without even having to use the shower !"

The whole room applauses, you can even see Freddy taking notes..as you only narrow your eyes suspiciously at Norman. He smiles innocently at you before Freddy asks him if he could stay for lunch. If looks could kill..Freddy would be dead where he stands. However, Norman accepts.

" Of course. I'm here to visit Y/N after all.."

His eyes bore into yours and the animosity in them match. The only question is : who would break first ?

At lunch :

You are eating when Freddy interrupts and looks at you with puppy eyes. You sigh loudly before finally asking.

" What ?"

" So..How does it feel to be the niece of Norman Bates ?!"

You should have known..You sigh before looking up at Norman that is eating next to Five and this is when it hits you. The similarity is astounding. It's like looking at a younger Norman and it almost scares you.

You then notice the half-smile Norman gives you and the way he leans in to discuss with Five that laughs..actually laughs. He knows. You feel your cheeks burning as the man taunts you and very well knows how to unnerve you. You munch angrily on your slice of pizza, the question of Freddy still floating around in your head.

"How does it feel to be Bates' niece ? It sucks.."

" Oh really, sweetie ?"

You nearly fall off your chair as the man's deep British accent sings in your ear..You hadn't even noticed him moving.

" Didn't I prepare you to face the world ? Haven't I been always nice to you ? Haven't I been more than "open-minded" when you presented that awful boyfriend of yours ? See ? I can be nice when I want to.."

You suddenly stand up, so fast that you nearly headbutt Norman that manages to take a step aside in time.

" I'm..I'm sorry, guys. I have paperwork to intend to. I'll leave you with Cortez for now. But, I'll be right back."

The slashers look up at you with worry in their eyes and Joker then tilts his head towards Norman.

" And what about him ?"

You stare at Norman for several seconds before sighing loudly and grabbing his arm.

" He's coming with me. We have things to discuss.."

You say before dragging him to your office and closing the door. Once the door is definitely locked, you turn towards Norman that has three fingers up. You both count until three, this is how things always worked. Never let anyone know your secret game. Once the last digit is down, you smile widely and run into his open arms.

" Norman ! I knew you would come !"

You and Norman always had this special connection that only grew with the years passed under his roof. A game of hunt and being hunted. You would move around and Norman would follow you, and once he would find you ? The game would only stop once one of you surrenders..or he would press pause in the game with three digits raised upwards like now.

" My little monster..I've missed you. Do you know how much time it took me to get any information on where you were ?"

You laugh and nod.

" I know..But, I'm not surrendering, not this time.."

He chuckles and raises his eyebrows in surprise.

" Really ? Because if I remember correctly, you never made me surrender..And you know that I know how to push all your buttons. You may change places, Y/N, but you're still predictable.."

You ark an eyebrow at his confidence and let out a chuckle of your own.

" Oh really ?"

He takes a step forward and nods with a knowing smirk.

" Really."

You let out a small laugh before sitting at your desk and writing things on some of the reports made by the nurses. Norman stands behind you and leans forward to read your observations.

" Five is going through tremendous progress. It's been a week that he hasn't broken anything out of anger and he seems to even connect well with the other slashers in the facility.."

He reads out-loud and puts his hand on your shoulder to have a better look at the different files.

" Tell me..You really think you can change them ? The bloodlust isn't easy to get rid of.."

You smile up at Norman before placing your own hand upon his.

" If I managed to help you..Then, I'm sure I can help them. Look how far you've gotten. It was not without any effort, but we did it. We channeled your bloodlust in that little game of ours : the hunt, the mental fight and the surrender..Everything you used to do, minus the blood.."

Norman smiles, but you can see the worry in his eyes and the small crease of his eyebrows.

" But..Aren't you going to grow tired of that game of ours ? Always moving, always hiding."

Your smile falters, you could pretend that it wasn't tiring, but the satisfaction was worth it. You did it every 5 years and it worked. Norman was no monster anymore. But, unfortunately, not many people were interested in participating, so it always had to stay between the two of you. This is why you had become a nurse for slashers to begin with, to find a way for them to find a good way to canalize their anger and bloodlust. His eyes soften at your moment of weakness and he sighs loudly before crouching in front of you with a small smile.

" I'm sorry, little monster..I know it's been hard on you since your parents' accident. It's only been you and me since then and I know that the responsibility must be huge on your shoulders: making sure that I don't fall again."

You sigh, but still smile, remembering the day you had accepted to become Norman's "prey".

Norman had been interned for most of his life after the many murders he had committed. However, he was going to be released as his sentence came to an end and he was scared of hurting anyone. He just had had the time to make a step outside that some woman welcomed him with a child. That child was you. Norman was the last relative you had and since the papers stipulated that he should become your legal guardian if anything happened to your parents, he was stuck with you. Everything was fine at first..But, things changed quickly after a few weeks. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't eat and would sometimes stand in your bedroom, staring at you with that bloodlust that didn't seem to leave him. This was the price of being the first slasher: slashers don't age, they stay the same as the first time they killed and are punished by being alone forever. This is why Norman had attached himself to the memory of his mother. He was afraid of being alone forever. But, this is when he met you..

" Uncle Norman ?!"

He remembers the first time you said his name, a little angel, filled with ideas of redemption and pure innocence. He wanted to kill you..He had to restrain himself not to do so. But, even more surprising is, you understood. He had once told you that he wanted to kill you..but you hadn't freaked out like many people, you had just silently nodded.

" It must hurt, uncle Norman.."

His eyes had widened..Of all the things you could have said or done, you had chose to remain calm and take his feelings into account. This is when he knew..He knew that you were a special child.

He didn't notice that he was lost in thoughts until you call him.

" Norman ? I'm glad that you found me..but why are you here ?"

You ask and he smiles at your quick wit.

" You always could see right through me, my little monster.."

You smile back and repeat while punching his shoulder playfully.

" Come on ! Tell me. What do you want ?!"

" You."

The word is out of his mouth before he can truly think of the consequences. You frown in incomprehension and he quickly explains.

" I miss you, my little monster. I want you to come home.."

He already knows your answer before you even say it. He closes his eyes and mentally slaps himself.

" Poor little Norman..Couldn't get a woman, decided to become one. Still trying to make her follow in your steps ? Your own mother tried to help you, and she couldn't..Now, you want your own daughter-in-law to join you to replace her ? You're sick, Norman. You're a sick man, Norman Bates.."

A little voice mutters in his head and he clenches his jaw as his conscience finally makes itself known. He is scared of being lonely again..Once every 5 years is not enough anymore. He wants you to stay with him. He wants to breathe your light again..

You finally sigh and take his hand.

" You'll always be my mentor and my friend, Norman. But, you know that I can't do that..I have a life, a new purpose. I want to help all of them. You understand ?"

He does, but he wish he couldn't..He takes a shaky breath before smiling genuinely at you and raises three fingers again.

" Fine. I guess the game is still on ? You still remember the safety moves I taught you ?"

You smile and nod.

" Find a weapon and a safe place, run and duck, and finally, attack when your opponent least expects it."

He smiles proudly at you before nodding in satisfaction. The moment his last finger in down, you take out a shotgun from underneath the desk filled with pressurized capsules and you start shooting. Norman barely has the time to dodge and jumps on the floor behind your couch. He gets out a knife and waits for you to recharge before jumping out of his hiding spot and throw it at you. You succeed in dodging it as well and roll over to hide behind your desk. You feel your heart quicken with adrenaline and can't help but let out a small laugh..In a way, you had missed it. However, the slashers alerted by the noise run inside and Cortez doesn't even have the time to stop them before they jump on Norman and pin him down to the floor.

" Wait..!"

You scream and the slashers all freeze at your command. Arthur then arks an eyebrow at you.

" Mind to explain ?"

You and Norman both end up laughing, to all of the slashers' astonishment as Norman effortlessly stands up and helps you up.

" Yeah, sorry guys..It's a game me and Norman love to play every time we see each other. He would try to annoy me and I would do the same until one of us finally breaks. And, I won !"

" That you did, my little monster. I surrender."

He then winks at you and you playfully push him lightly.

" It's just a little game we have..It's called Surrender. It's like a game of survival. I try to kill him until he says I surrender. It's the first time he does actually."

" But..But what about him menacing you to kill you?"

You and Norman smile at each other before you show the fake bullets and he shows his utility knife.

" I would never hurt my little monster.."

He says and you nod in confirmation.

" No worries. Norman was the first slasher I ever managed to help. He's not a killer anymore. This is why I wanted you to meet him, to see that it's not impossible.."

Norman smiles..but you don't see the glimpse of guilt behind his eyes..

Sorry darling..I had to protect you..

By now, the police must have found the body of H/N..He didn't want to, but he had hurt you. And if any of these people tries to hurt you ? He tightens his hold on you protectively and—for the first time—shows his real face to the slashers..He would kill them.

The slashers understand the message, even Freddy whose usual smile falters for a brief moment. Norman then walks towards the exit and gives you one last smile.

" If you want to see me, I'll be at the hotel. Take care, darling.."

He then takes Freddy's fedora and signs his name on the inside before giving it back with a wink.

" Good continuation, Mr Krueger..I'll be waiting for you all to get out of here soon."

He then ruffles Five's hair playfully and, for once, Five doesn't complain. As soon as he is out, Freddy breaks into tears and you run to his side to ask what's going on.

" He..He signed my hat ! This is the most f*cking amazing day ever !"

You bite your lower lip in order not to break into laughter and even Jason seems to hold in his amusement behind his mask. You see Cortez running in with guards, but Norman is already gone. They ask the slashers what happened, but you put your index in front of your lips, asking them to keep it a secret and they all shake their heads negatively, even Arthur that only chuckles.

" Norman Bates ? You spend too much time watching TV..Everybody knows he is only a legend.."

I swear, I didn't mean to write a request..but inspiration hit me like ⚡⚡⚡