#i can resist tickling under my arms on my knees and the back of my neck pretty well

[feathery-fall]

So apparently (as discovered by my partner, who doesn't know i like tickling but is an asshole(/j) anyways), the sides of my neck are a lot more ticklish than any other part. and also the space just above my kneecaps

i already knew my sides were pretty bad, but they also helped reaffirm that 👍

[gojo-mochi]

One Piece Men + Reader touching their thigh and saying “I’m Hungry”

TW: Slight Voyeurism, NSFW.

A/N: First attempt at smut,,, screaming ૮ ⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝  ྀིა

Zoro:

You did it while he was working out up in the Crow’s Nest. You walk up to him, with Zoro barely noticing your arrival as he focuses on his 495th rep of overhead presses. You place your hand on his knee, caressing your way up to his thigh, sneaking a finger under his waistband. Zoro’s breath hitches when you do so. “What do you want, woman?” He grunts out, continuing his reps. You keep your hand still as you sigh out, “I’m hungry, Zoro.” Zoro sends a look your way, sweat dripping down his forehead. “And? What the hell do you want me to do about it? Go see that shitty cook if you’re hungry.” You roll your eyes and dip your finger into his gym shorts more, pulling down the waistband slightly to reveal a bit of green turf. “Are you sure you want me to go to Sanji for this?” Zoro sucks on his teeth at your response and throws away the dumbbells in his hands; they make a loud crashing noise when they land on the floor. Still lying on his back, Zoro grabs your hand and pulls you onto him. His bulge is ever so present between your thighs. He bucks up his hips while grabbing your plush thighs now, his fingers sinking in harshly. You moan a bit. “Zo-Zoro… what if people come up here because they heard the crash?” “Hah…? Thought you were hungry? It’s too late to turn back now, sweetheart.” He smirks when your thighs tremble at the nickname. “I’m going to make you regret coming up here.”

Sanji:

He was preparing to make dinner when you sneaked up behind him. He turns around to give you quick kisses on the forehead. “Hello Princess.” He murmurs between kisses before turning around again and returning to the cutting board. “I’m just chopping up some vegetables right now, but did you need something for me?” You hugged his side, one arm around his waist and the other on his thigh, Sanji froze mid cut. “I’m Hungry.” You stuck out your bottom lip in a big pout. “Y/N-sw-swan, I can, ahem, make you a quick snack if you like.” He tries to play it cool but with the way his legs were shaking, he was already close to being undone. You lean your head on his shoulder and whisper next to his ear, your hand ghosting above the front of his pants. “I think I want this snack, though; can you prepare it for me, baby?”. Sanji almost lets out a whimper but holds strong; he fully turns around to grab you by the waist and pull you up on the counter. Face flushed and hands slightly trembling, he kneels down, pressing open mouth kisses on your bare skin leading up to your core. “I hope you don’t mind me taking the first taste, darling.”

Shanks:

It was in the middle of another party; Shanks and the Red-Haired Pirates were drinking the night away once again. Shanks was laughing at something when you swayed your way up to him. He immediately took notice and started to make grabby hands and kissy noises at you. “Babeeeeee~ Come here.” Shanks grins at you, drawing you in and settling you down on his thigh. He cuddles closely and breathes in your scent, the smell of alcohol tickles your nose while his stubble tickles your neck. You try to resist already mewling as his hand gropes around your soft body, and with a blush creeping up your neck you grab Shanks’ hand. “Dear… I’m hungry.” You murmured, your hand slowly sliding up his thigh, but before you could get up any further, Shank had already pulled you closer, nose to nose, grinning wildly. “In public, doll? How shameful.” He lets out a small ‘tsk’ but swiftly drowns out any complaints or retorts you may have by poking his tongue through your lips. It was a sloppy kiss, but that didn’t stop your thighs from clenching together. It took for one of the other party-goers to start shouting at the both of you, ‘To get a room’ before Shanks pulled away with a sheepish grin. He stands up with you still on his hips. “How about we continue this in my room, hmm?”

 A/N: Requests currently open! 

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

The honey to my moon 🌬

Husband!Leon S. Kennedy x wife!reader

《A/N》: I'm back babyyyyyyy. Sort of. I don't know, we'll see. This is inspired by 'Alrighty Aphrodite' by Peach Pit so take a listen if you feel like it!! FYI this can be read for ANY Leon (like most of my Leon fics) I just use RE4R Leon in the banner bc of favoritism <3

~Fi 🐝

(Pssst, my requests are open!)

《Content》: NSFW content. proceed with caution. PiV, cockwarming, creampie (don't do that) consensual groping. Very, very sweet, of course! Lotsa domestic moments with Leon, basically a collection of cute moments I think would happen on your Honeymoon <3

Reader is implied to be chubby/ has stretch marks and tummy fat bc who doesn't???? (I still love you if you don't)

《Word count》: 3.4k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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The, not quite shrill, yet still very annoying sound of your alarm ripped you out of your pleasant dreams. With a soft groan you stirred in the arms of your husband, which you were comfortably pressed against.

After a quick rub of your eyes, a smile formed on your lips as you remembered what day it was.

You turned to face Leon, admiring his peaceful expression for just a moment before you couldn't resist the twitching urge in your fingertips anymore and you gently ran them down the bridge of his nose and over his cheek.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his nose scrunched up at the tickling sensation on his skin.

"Happy one week of being married, baby." You whispered softly, stroking your thumb over his cheekbone.

A dopey grin tugged at his lips, and he pulled you even closer to him with a soft hum. His lips found yours in a clumsy attempt at a good morning kiss.

"My beautiful, beautiful wife..." he mumbled against your lips, making you giggle and melt into his embrace at the same time.

"Can you believe it's been a week already?" You were cut off by yawn that decided to rudely interrupt your sentence.

"No... feels like I just fell in love with you yesterday." He let out a soft breath as his eyes fluttered shut, and he pressed his lips against your forehead, letting his touch linger as he slipped into a moment of comfort and love.

You sighed against his skin, feeling sleep still deep in your bones, but both knew you'd have to leave your shared cocoon of affection sooner than you wanted to.

"We have to get up... we'll miss our flight.." You slurred, fighting the heavy drooping of your eyelids from the warmth that Leon enveloped you in.

He grumbled softly under his breath, something about 'ungodly early flights', which made you crack a grin.

"Alright, up we go.." he groaned, heaving his body into an upright position, with you still securely in his arms, rubbing a hand over his face to get rid of the tiredness that remained in his muscles. With a peck to your nose, Leon stood from the bed, stretching his arms and neck with a yawn.

You crawled up onto your knees, your arms comfortably fitting around the curve of his neck and shoulders as you let your lips find his again in a tender kiss.

"Good morning, my handsome, handsome husband.." You purred, making Leon chuckle.

"Are you copying me, sweetheart?" He asked with a smirk as his hands migrated down to your waist.

"It's the highest form of flattery, don't you know?" You replied with a wicked grin, feeling his fingers dig just a little tighter into the flesh of your waist.

"Yeah, yeah.." he playfully rolled his eyes as you giggled, getting out of bed.

"Come on, we're on a time crunch." You let your hand slip from the embrace of his as you made your way to the bathroom.

He quietly followed you, landing a gentle slap on your ass. You yelped at the impact, jumping forward before turning around with angrily scrunched brows.

"Hey!" You pouted, rubbing the faint red mark on your skin.

"Just crunching time, babe." He shrugged with a cokcy smirk on his face.

You rolled your eyes and huffed some words under your breath, making him snicker.

"Actually, let me help you in there." He declared, reaching you in a few strides and pushing you into the bathroom.

"What- I don't need help brushing my teeth!" You argued, trying to push back against him.

"Who said anything about brushing teeth, huh, honey?" He whispered into your ear, making the hairs on your neck stand up.

"Leon-"

"Whaddaya say we get this Honeymoon started early?" He said against the skin of your neck, trailing soft kisses along the column of your throat.

"No, no, no, we have a flight to catch!" You said sternly, clinging onto the doorframe.

"Oh, come on, baby.. you know how fast I can make you fall apart.." he breathed into your ear, slipping his hands underneath your shirt.

Leon tugged at your middle, firmly enough to make you struggle but leaving enough room if you wanted to back out. With the feeling of his hands on your skin and his breath ghosting deliciously over your neck, you relented, letting your grip on the doorframe loosen.

You gently slipped past the door with him and let out a soft sigh as his lips met your neck once again as the door of the bathroom fell shut.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

With packed bags, an excited attitude about going on your Honeymoon and a couple of new love bites just below the collar of your shirt, you were off to the airport.

You yawned as you watched the few city lights pass by, the streets empty. No surprise, really.

No person would willingly be up and about at this hours, except a few joggers (who were clearly insane) and the poor souls who'd just finished the night shift.

Leon's hand envolped yours tightly, keeping hold of it while the other one was loosely wrapped around the steering wheel, as you sped down the highway.

"Don't rip my head off, but.." he broke the silence, making you turn attention away from the lights flashing past the window, "you've got all the papers 'n documents and whatever we need, right?" Leon asked, slightly chewing on his lip.

You would never let him live it down if you forget your tickets and other papers just because of the desperate morning romp that had occurred because of his neediness. You would curse him to the sun if you'd had to cancel your Honeymoon purely because he couldn't keep his hands to himself.

You chuckled and whipped out a clear folder with a plethora of printed e-mails, copies over copies of important information, and so on.

"Being overly prepared runs in the family." You chirped, waving around the, surprisingly thick, folder. Leon visibly relaxed, a dopey smile gracing his face.

"So that's why the printer ran out of ink." He mused, glancing your way. You shrugged with a mischievous glint in your eyes and Leon chuckled, pulling you into his side to press a kiss to your cheek before going back to driving down the seemingly endless roads to the airport.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

"Airport coffee is truly something... special." Leon forced out, clearing his throat and disapprovingly eyeing the dark liquid in his paper cup.

"That's why you get the good stuff." You sipped your hot chocolate smugly, watching as Leon cracked a grin and pulled you into his side.

"Can I have a sip?" He asked sweetly, nosing your hair. You wordlessly handed him the cup as your head went to rest on his shoulder.

"I'll always share with you." A small smile sat on your lips as you quietly told him.

Leon raised a brow at you with the faintest hint of a smirk.

"I know for a fact, that's not true."

"Oh piss off." You grumbled, breaking into a smile.

"Tell that to the cookies you didn't share. Or the leftover Pizza. And the-"

"Okay, okay! Point is, I'm sharing now." You huffed, making Leon grin.

"Thank you, angel." He hummed, placing a kiss to your hairline.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

You let yourself fall onto the bed with a thump, sighing in relief at the soft mattress beneath you.

"I don't know about you, but I'm ready for a nap." You said, a little mumbled. The bed shook as Leon dropped down next to you, immediately reaching for your hand.

"A nap sounds nice." He sighed, eyes falling shut. You laid in silence and soft breaths for a moment, already starting to doze off. "We could nap by the pool." He suggested, turning on his side to face you. You rolled over in a similar fashion.

"That's just your excuse to see me in a bathing suit and lather me in suncreen." You snorted, poking his chest. He cracked a smug grin.

"Would that be such a crime? A husband wanting to see his gorgeous wife in a bathing suit?" He defended with a smirk, cupping the back of your neck and gently stroking his thumb along your jaw.

"We could get lunch and maybe some drinks..." You thought out loud, weighing your options. You'd either get a good nap and be hungry when you wake up, or you could get a descent snooze plus some lunch, maybe a cocktail and a shirtless Leon.

"Alright, the pool it is." You declared, watching as Leon almost jumped off the bed with excitment.

You both packed a little bag with the essentials; sunscreen, sunglasses, a book, and whatever else you thought you'd need.

Leon was in the bathroom, making a suspicious amount of clattering noises, when he peaked his head out the door.

"Babe?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you wear the blue one? Please?" He asked bashfully, a pinkish tint on his cheeks.

Your expression softened, and your heart melted.

It amazed you how he could straight up ask you to fuck you before your flight, but asking you to wear his favorite bathing suit of yours was flustering him.

"Of course, honey."

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"... Lee."

"Hm?"

"My ass does not need any more sunscreen."

"Just don't want you to get burned." He pressed a kiss to your shoulder while shamelessly massaging sunscreen into the fat of your rear.

"Leon Kennedy, get your hands off my behind before I beat yours!" You scolded, swatting his hands away.

He grinned and raised his hands in mock surrender.

"You can feel me up all you want in private, baby, but not in public."

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I was just doing my husbandly duties and making sure you weren't gonna like a tomato."

"... you're lucky I love you." You narrowed your eyes at him, huffing when he blew you a kiss.

"I love you, angel." He said softly, retreating to his own sun chair.

"I love you too, you cute idiot."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Your wine glasses clinged together as you sat on the cold stone of your balcony, huddle together with blankets and pillows.

It was a clear night, and a few stars decided to show themselves. It wasn't necessarily cold, but the breeze that passed by did make it a little chilly.

There was the crunching of snacks and the chatter and laughter between bites as you watched the stars and the moon illuminate the vast property of the Hotel.

Other couples might've chosen to fancy up and go out for dinner but Leon and you had chosen to do what you did best; not fit in the box.

Instead of eating way too small portions for an outrageous price while pretending that you felt comfortable in such a posh setting and simultaneously being defeated by the ridiculous amounts of forks beside your plate, you had a cozy evening with the love of your life.

You did splurge on the bottle of wine, but it was your Honeymoon, after all.

The gentle gusts of wind coming up from the coast left goosebumps on your skin and a salty taste on your lips.

"Today was really nice.." You spoke quietly, enjoying the peace of the moment.

"Yeah, I think so, too. Can't wait to spend the next two weeks with you like this." Leon replied in a soft and loving tone that almost fell into a whisper. Your head rested on his shoulder, like it usually did, your hand reaching for his.

The cold metal of his ring sent a pleasant shiver up your spine as you entangled your fingers and curled closer into him.

Leon happily obliged your silent plea for closeness and wrapped you in his arms.

"I know that I won't be able to ever put into words how much I love you, so I want you to know that deeply cherish every moment with you." You looked up at him, and his features softened as he gently held your face.

"I know you do. I can... I can feel it. Is that weird? I just sort of feel the love radiating off of you all the time. I hope you feel that when you're with me as well."

You looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky himself, the same ones you were admiring, and everything in him just melted.

"I do feel it. Not only are you my husband, but you're my best friend too. Two-in- one." You smiled sweetly, scooching further up in his hold just to be that little bit closer.

"I'm so glad that I married you." He whispered, firmly pulling your lips against his in a passionate kiss.

You'd never get bored of the feeling when he kissed you, the love and tenderness pouring from it. But there was a slight ache in your heart that you'd never be able to kiss him enough to quench the raging flames inside your chest.

You pulled away for a breath, with puffy lips and shimmering eyes that showed Leon just how much you truly cared for him.

"That makes two."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The softness of the bedsheets on his fingertips made Leon brows furrow. He was expecting a different softness; you.

Laying majestically next to him, bathed in the morning sun that poured in, even through the curtains. He lifted his head off the pillow with a disgruntled sound, blinking away the sleep in his eyes to look for you.

There were trickles and splashes of water that gently broke through the comfortably silent atmosphere. There was a slight breeze coming from the open balcony door, making the curtains sway.

Leon made his way to the terrace and, good heavens, the sight before him was enough to make him lightheaded.

You were perched on the edge of the small stone pool that you were extremely excited about ever since you laid eyes on it, skin glistening from the water with your hair intricately stuck to your back.

That would've been enough to make all the blood from Leon's cheeks to rush down south, making his boxers feel tight, but that wasn't all. There were bubbles.

Soft, foamy suds that clung to your hips and the curve of your waist, truly making you look divine with the morning sun shining down on you. Your legs were swishing in the water, taking in the peaceful morning while everyone else was far off in their dreams.

Leon's mouth hung open slightly, and it took every ounce of power in him to stop himself from drooling, but he didn't waste any time sliding the door open further to get through.

The noise made you look back over your shoulder with a soft smile when you saw him striding towards you.

Strong and familiar arms wrapped themselves around you, trying to discreetly feel you up.

"Good morning, honey." You spoke gently, stroking over his forearms that were tightly situated around your middle.

"Absolutely great morning if you ask me." He chuckled lowly, though not failing to press a kiss to your lips with such affection it almost covered any seductive intent behind his words.

"Christ, baby, you look heavenly..." he breathed against your ear, sliding his hands towards your hips to knead at the plush flesh and feel the shimmering grooves of stretch marks beneath his fingertips.

"Thought I'd wake you up with a little surprise for being the best husband a girl could ask for." You replied sweetly, trying to play innocent as if his calloused hands on your wet skin didn't ignite an inferno deep in your gut.

He let out an amused chuckle, slyly moving one hand to the pudge of your belly and the other kneading one of your soft tits.

With a soft sigh, you let your head fall back against his shoulder.

"You look like Aphrodite emerging from the sea foam, do you know that?" He asked gently, making your head spin with the way he was so easily drowning your mind in both lust and affection.

You chuckled, turning on your knees to face him.

"Well, then... will you do me the honors and be my Ares?" You purred, trailing your hand down his chest all the way to his cock straining in his boxers, cupping the member and squeezing gently.

A groan ripped from his throat and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment.

"Whatever you wish, my love." He whispered, guiding you back into the natural stone pool, watching with a ravenous gaze.

His underwear was quickly discarded, and he joined you in the water, backing you up against one of the rounded walls.

One hand on your waist, the other carefully placed on the back of your neck to cushion the hard edge of the stone

. His lips found yours in a loving manner, quite the opposite to his lusting eyes that raked over your naked form, but as much as Leon wanted to devour you, he wanted love you.

He reveled in his love for you. All he needed was to be close to you, as close as reality would allow and if that entailed him buried to the hilt inside your delightful cunt he wasn't one to complain.

Your bodies were pressed together, your tits squished up against his chest, and his dick laying heavy between your thighs. Your lips and tongues danced together like they had done so many times before, eliciting the occasional soft groan or sigh from you and Leon.

The bubbles littered on the water surface stuck to his broad back as you ran your fingers down the length of his spine.

"Can I, sweetheart?" He asked breathlessly, staring at your blown out pupils and puffy lips.

"Mhm, yes, please... need to be closer.." You responded equally as breathless before fiercely capturing his addicting lips once again.

The tip of his cock nudged at your entrance and with a shuddering breath he pushed past your lips and slid snuggly inside of you.

"F-Fuck... my perfect girl... God, I love you so much.." he groaned as quietly as he could, feeling a shiver run through him at the warm embrace of your gummy walls.

He quickly muffled himself by gently biting down on your shoulder.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you held him tighter, suppressing any sounds you might've made. Leon slowly rocked his hips into yours.

They weren't full thrusts, but they didn't need to be. This wasn't about an earthshattering orgasm that would knock the wind from your lungs, it was about feeling close and loved and his lazy and sloppy movements into your pussy did just that, with an added bit of pleasure.

Leon continued to rock his hips, dragging his heavy cock against your insides just right.

His pelvis hit your clit perfectly with each sloppy thrust, his happy trail adding to the euphoric sensation.

You were seeing stars by now.

Both of you were still sleepy and sensitive from waking up recently so you were at the brink of your edge already.

"Le-Leon.." You managed to get out between quiet moans that you were trying your best at biting back.

The sloshing of the water and his heavy pants were the only things in your mind as you felt the tight coil in your belly snap.

"Love you, I love you..." he slurred as he, too, reached his end. He came inside of you, pulsing against your insides.

The squeal that you felt bubbling in your throat was quickly swallowed by a hungry kiss from Leon.

He supported himself against the stone, catching his breath before he maneuvered the two of you around so you were straddling him, still nice and full.

"I love you so much, Lee." You hummed, your head resting on his shoulder.

"I wouldn't mind if everyday started like this." He smirked, pressing a kiss to your temple when you lazily slapped his arm.

"Mhm, wanna crawl inside your ribcage and live next to your heart.." you mumbled, tuckered out.

He chuckled and gently stroked your back.

"If anyone else said that to me I'd be concerned."

"You put a ring on it." You argued, pulling your hand from the water and holding it up to him.

"Hm, that I did." He hummed, gently taking your hand and kissing your ring.

"And I'd do it all over again."

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I hope you enjoyed <3

(Yes, I'm aware of the bad and weird things that happen between Aphro and Ares, [poor] Hepheastus, man.] Just let me have this okay)

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[writingfromasgard]

Manspreading [John Price - 1]

AN: Okay, its me, really. I'm SO SO SO sorry. I was deleting an unused RP blog and ended up deleting my actual account.. This isn't someone stealing! I would love if you could reblog that way i can follow all the amazing people i did before.

[Masterlist] || Requests are Open

John Price manspreading at your home on your couch after a heavy meal, letting his head tilt back with a satisfied sigh. If only you’d let him smoke inside, he’d been completely content.

He doesn’t even notice you creeping between his spread legs, putting a pillow under your knees before you rest your cheek against one of his thighs.

When he glances down, a smile spreads across his lips. “What’s this?” He already knows as you grin up at him. You give his thigh a little kiss then work off his shoes, massaging his calves.

He leans his head back again, arms thrown over the back of the couch. When you reach his thighs, he gets twitchy. You can feel his muscles tense under your hands. Even his stomach seems to tense, when you reach for his belt.

You know those hands that are trying to idly stroke the seam of the couch are going to be tugging your hair, pushing your head down soon enough. You undo his belt, dragging his pants down because you want to see all of him.

He peels off his shirt because he knows you’ll reach for that next. The sigh that leaves your lips makes him smile, your fingers digging into his thighs.

“Go a'ead.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice before you’re kissing the base of his half-hard cock. Tongue lapping at it while your thumb rubs the slit. His groan encourages you to slobber all over his cock as it grows.

You never enjoyed blowjobs much – other guys were too quiet, too pushy, too impatient. John changed that with his deep groans, praises. He let you explore with your hands, mouth or tongue.

Your tongue licked the underside of his cock, tracing the ridge of it. Salty precum dribbles out of the tip. You can’t resist taking him in your mouth.

John lifts his hips up, stomach muscles clenching. “Take it easy, doll. Don’t want to hurt that pretty throat of yours. Won’t be able to hear you later if you do.”

Your eyes flutter at his words as you work your mouth down his fat cock slowly. He pets your head when his pubes tickle your nose. You stay there, getting used to the shape and weight of him inside your mouth.

When you do start moving with hollowed cheeks, he’s groaning loudly. He’s gentle about guiding you to move quicker, a little push that you can choose to ignore.

It’s when your own drool is dripping down your chin, mixed with precum that you finally give in. His hand delves into your hair when you start moving faster, his groans getting louder.

His hips raise up the closer he gets, thigh muscles flexing under your palms. You’re sure the mixture of fluid is dripping down his balls, leaving a wet spot on your couch again.

His praise falters, there’s no sweet words when he’s too close his mind can’t think of anything but how your throat is welcoming the tip of his cock. His stomach tightens and he holds you still, crushing your nose against his pelvis as he empties himself into your sweet mouth.

His heavy breath matches your own when he releases you but he still drags you up to kiss, not minding the taste of himself a bit. He settles you in his lap, kissing your throat.

“Dinner and a show for me? Doll, you’re spoiling me.”

[angelofsmalldeaath]

kathy's song — a.h.b.

a/n: this is based on one of the songs mentioned in this interview. the prompt is "it looks like it might rain outside". this is quite self indulgent too because @handfulofhoney and i were discussing andrew and gaming (in great detail mind you!!)

cw: weed

“it looks like it might rain outside,” i point to the window, leaning against his chest. a moment later, i feel smoke caress my earlobe, followed by the familiar earthy, grassy smell. 

he hums, voice deeper than before and right next to my ear. 

“should we do something?”

i turn my face, parting my lips a little so he can place the joint between them. the smoke makes warmth bloom in my chest, a minute late, the familiar calm descends. 

“i was thinking about restarting that zelda game we like so much.”

“oh yeah?”

his chest vibrates when he speaks, scattering goosebumps over my arms. a moment later, the first fat raindrop hits the window. 

“would you play with me?”

“you always chuck the joycons at me when the fights get hard,” he snickers, flicking my nose when i wrinkle it at him. the joint dangles between his lips, smouldering. i can’t resist placing a little kiss on his jaw. 

“because you’re so much better than i am!” i whine. 

“how will you get better if you don’t play!”

“is it not enough that i can sit here and cheer you on?”

we both stare at each other, noses almost touching, my side pressed against his chest and my back resting against his knee. a second later he exhales, blowing smoke all over my face. 

“go on, get it then.” he smiles when i whoop, stumbling off the bed to turn the console on and get the joycons.

a moment later i’m back where i was, slotted between his legs and leaning against his chest. the rain gains speed, more fat raindrops hitting the window. it’s the perfect rhythm, i think. or maybe it’s the weed thinking that, making its way through my bloodstream. the world feels slower, softer around the edges. 

i stare at the colours on the starter screen, mesmerised. 

“that’s you,” he points at the screen. i wrinkle my nose and flick him in the shin. “that pig-like monster?!”

“no, you idiot,” he giggles, kissing the shell of my ear and takes another drag of the joint. i have a sudden and visceral urge to kiss him, to feel that smoke entering my lungs. 

“that old man. you’d love to be unnecessarily cryptic and sit by the fire roasting apples.”

i hmph, unable to contradict really because he is right. a second later he turns my face to his as if he’s read my mind and kisses me. his lips feel warm from the smoke, soft from my lip balm that he keeps stealing. his beard tickles a little and i laugh. 

when he lets go, he holds the spliff in front of my lips, letting me take a small drag. 

the sound of the rain fills the room, along with the click of my joycons. link grunts every few seconds, in the middle of a fight and slashing at enemies left and right with a measly rusty sword. every few seconds he leans and kisses my neck. 

“tickles,” i laugh, “you’re being very distracting.”

“am i? i thought you were a pro at this.”

i briefly let go of the joycons, twisting my hands into his t-shirt and kiss him again. it’s a leisurely, slow kiss—mostly indulgent and lazy and soft. he cradles my face in one hand, holding the joint far away from us so he won’t burn one of us on accident.

a second later a thwack echoes in the room and we break apart, giggling, laughing louder when the ‘game over’ screen blinks at us. 

“look at that, you’ve killed link!” i poke his chest. 

he traces his thumb over my lip, dragging it down and letting it go. “i guess i am being distracting.”

i take the joint from his hands, handing him the controllers in return. “go on. your turn.”

“and what will you do?”

“stare at the rain, i think.”

i look behind me and out the window. it’s raining in sheets by now. so hard i can barely see the neighbour’s house anymore. the trees outside sway lightly, leaves dancing under raindrops. my head feels heavy, so do my eyelids. i could fall asleep like this, cocooned by the warmth of his body and surrounded by his smell. 

“you’d fall asleep,” he catches me instantly. or maybe it’s that my eyelids are already drooping and i’ve turned into a ball against his body. 

“would that be so bad?”

he hums, threading his fingers through my hair, tucking a stray strand behind my ear. i smile at his tenderness. 

“you’ve played two minutes of the game you insisted on playing!”

i pout at him, hoping the big eyes would have some effect on him. a second later he rolls his eyes and tucks my face into his chest. i feel him take the joint out of my hands, put it out in the ashtray on the nightstand. 

“this was your plan from the beginning, wasn't it!”

i shrug, already snuggling into him, as cosy as i can be while he restarts the game, goes through the same motions i was before but at a much faster rate. and even when my eyes close of their own accord, i can tell where he is in the game based on the soundtrack alone. 

“that’s you,” i point blindly at the screen. he pauses. 

“that…apple tree?”

“noooo,” i laugh, properly slurring my words. “link. brave knight rescuing the princess and everything. from nasty boss fights in your case.”

“alright, princess,” he chuckles and kisses the crown of my hair. “go sleep now. i’ll wake you up if something interesting happens.”

[storiesofsvu]

5 Nights Pt 2

Aaron Hotchner x reader warnings: language, minor dirty talk, smut Part 2 is here! Part 3 will hopefully come later this week! Read part 1 here!

It wasn’t that Aaron had a bad sleep, it was that he had a very interrupted sleep, one plagued by images of you coming apart in his arms, the noises that came out of your mouth and pussy as he was knuckle deep in you echoing through his brain. He was completely unsurprised to wake up with his cock hard and throbbing in his pants, pre cum already leaking from the tip. He let out a quiet grunt, rolling onto his side in hopes that he could escape off to the bathroom before waking you up, slowly shifting to sit on the end of the bed. It was only when he heard the sink running through the open bathroom door that he glanced over his shoulder, noticing the sheets already tossed back on your very empty bed.

“Morning.” You greeted with a sly smile as you rounded the corner, your eyes darting down to the prominent bulge in his pants, lingering a moment almost too long before flicking back up to his face.

“Uh, morning.” He shuffled slightly in an attempt to hide his arousal and you let out a small giggle, stepping toward him, your hands beginning to toy with the waist band of his pants. “What’re you“—

“You said this wasn’t done.” You shrugged, glancing up at him from under your lashes, “and it looks like this time it’s you who has something that I can definitely help out with.” You tugged on the tie of his pants, biting at your lip as you looked up to him, waiting to see if he would hold true to his words the previous night or not.

“Christ.” Aaron muttered, his eyes fluttering shut as his cock twitched in his pants and you let out another one of those incredibly adorable giggles. Before he even opened his eyes he felt your hands untie his pants, fingers tickling under the waistband as they met his heated skin and he couldn’t help but let out a small moan. His eyes flicked open and he finally found his voice once again,  “You better be about to get on your knees pretty girl.”

“Only for you sir.” You purred back, a smirk on your lips as your hands finally slipped under the waistband of his pants.

He couldn’t help the way his breath caught in his throat at the way you dragged it out, hands sliding down his thighs as you grinned up at him before you finally began to crouch, tugging his pants down to his ankles. Your eyes widened as his cock sprung free, big, thick and hard, smacking against his lower stomach and your mouth watered as you settled on your knees. Aaron finally managed to take the upper hand for a moment, a chuckle leaving his lips at the way your tongue darted out to wet your lips, the way your eyes refused to leave his cock, taking in every inch of it and he knew you wanted nothing more than to devour him.

“I take it you like what you see?” He murmured, finally pulling you out of your fantasy and you glanced up at him with a hungry look in your eyes.

“Didn’t realize you were so big.” You replied breathily and his hand came out to stroke down your cheek, thumb running over your lower lip.

“You can take it, I know you can. You are my good girl after all, aren’t you?”

“Yes sir.” You nodded eagerly, a small smile on your face and his hand patted your cheek gently, watching as you sat up on your knees.

Leaning forward your tongue shot out, laying a slow lick on the underside of his cock, flicking against the head when you reached it and he let out a low hiss. You chuckled softly, your lips wrapping around the tip before you sunk down slowly, engulfing him completely and this time he moaned, low yet loud at the feeling of your mouth encasing him. His eyes fluttered shut and he resisted thrusting into your throat, letting you go at your own pace as you began to gently tease him. Dark curls tickled your nose as you groaned around him, tongue tracing the ridges of his cock while it throbbed in your mouth and you used your tongue to push as much spit around him as you could before you sat back, letting out a breathy gasp as it popped out of your mouth.

“Fuck.” Aaron swore quietly at the sight of a string of spit connecting your lips with the tip of his dick, pleasure shooting through him at the way you smiled with a playful laugh before your hands moved up to begin to with him.

One hand cupped his balls, gently massaging them while the other wrapped around his length, pumping him a few times, watching the way his head fell back and he was unable to resist softly thrusting his hips toward you. He’d been rock hard the moment he woke up and the both of you knew this wasn’t going to take very long, as much as you wanted to tease the shit out of him, you figured that could wait for another day. Right now you just wanted to get him off, to truly be able to taste him and make sure he was relieved and ready for the day.

Shifting forward again your mouth replaced the hand you had on his balls, sucking on one, then the other before both of them were in your mouth, letting out a moan around them. Aaron couldn’t help it this time, his hand tangling into your hair to rest on the back of your head as his hips gently rocked forward, aching for more of your touch. You continued your movements with your mouth, your hand beginning to pump around his cock as your tongue tickled at his balls.

“Jesus Christ sweetheart.” He groaned, anchoring his other hand on the dresser, the coil within him tightening with each pump of your hand. He’d spent too many nights imagining this and still wasn’t certain that it was actually happening in real life now. Your mouth was warm, wet and exactly what he’d been aching for, you were an absolute vision on your knees for him and his only complaint would be that you weren’t naked. He ached to see the way your tits swayed while you rocked on your knees, wished that the angle was different so he could be touching that pretty pussy of yours. 

As your lips  slipped off his balls with a small moan he looked down, watching the curve of your chest heave, threatening to burst over the neck of your tank and his eyes caught your nipples, hard and peeking through the fabric. 

“Fuck.” He muttered, realizing that he had yet to actually see your tits and he felt the overwhelming desire to bury his face between them, to spend and endless amount of time savouring every inch of your skin with his mouth.

“Feel good sir?” You asked, hand continuing to pump around him and he nodded with a breathy laugh.

“You’re almost too good at that.”

“And to think I’ve barely started.” You practically beamed up at him before your lips wrapped around his cock again, sinking down until the tip of it was hitting the back of your throat.

You began a steady rhythm, bobbing up and down on his length, tongue swirling around him while your hand took care of what you couldn’t get into your mouth on each pump. Aaron’s hand tightened in your hair, his dick twitching between your lips, small grunts and groans starting to escape his lips, each one a little louder than the last. You let out little moans around him, revelling in the salty taste of him on your tongue, droplets of pre-cum leaking out that you eagerly swallowed down. He let out a low swear at the way your moans vibrated around him, the way you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him deeper into your mouth and he could practically feel the back of your throat.

“God that feels good.” He moaned and you sucked a little harder around him, practically gagging on his cock before you popped off once again, gasping for breath.

“If you want to fuck my throat you’re more than welcome.” You smirked up at him and he swore again, his hand cupping your cheek, thumb pulling your mouth open.

“I’ll gladly take that invitation.” He murmured, watching the gleam in your eye as his cock throbbed in front of you at the thought alone. 

You leant back on your knees, opening your mouth wide, your tongue extending out and it only took seconds before Aaron was burying his cock into you. Your lips quickly wrapped around him, whimpering when his hand tightened in your hair, shoving you down all the way onto his cock until he was bulging in your throat. His free hand came down, circling around your neck gently, pushing just enough to feel himself thrusting in and out of you. Bracing yourself on his thighs you matched his rhythm, tongue lapping around him the best you could as he picked up the pace. You couldn’t help but moan, each one a little more needy than the last at the way he was using you to get off, exactly what you’d intended the moment you’d noticed his morning wood. One of your hands quickly moved up to play with his balls again and he let out a louder swear, his hips faltering as he continued to fuck your face, his hand tightening in your hair. 

“Fuck!”

The feeling of him pulsing in your mouth was one thing, but the taste of him, feeling just how big he was in your mouth made your cunt ache to be filled with him, you just knew he would stretch you out perfectly, fill you up like no one else had ever been able to before. It made you want to do even better for him, make him feel as good as possible, your mouth increasing it movements as his cock hit the back of your throat once again. You glanced up at him under your lashes, looking at the way his head was tossed back, how each thrust of his hips was more powerful than the last, his chest heaving as his body began to shudder. You could feel the way he pulsed in between your lips, squeezing tighter around his balls and his hand clenched in your hair.

“Shit! You’re gonna make me come.”

His words only spurred you on further, increasing your movements, moaning around his cock as he fucked impossibly deep into your throat. His swears and grunts got more frequent and louder until he let out a a loud gasp, followed by a hiss and he was coming down your throat. You moaned over the taste, your eyes falling shut as you sucked every drop from him as he panted, your tongue tracing every inch of his cock as it softened in your mouth. The hand he had in your hair loosened, softly stroking at the top of your head while you made sure he was properly cleaned. You pulled your lips off his cock with a lewd pop and his eyes cracked open, gazing down at you while he caught his breath.

“There.” Smirking, you wiped a stray drop of cum from beneath your lip, sucking it into your mouth as you got to your feet “now you don’t need to worry about jerking off in the shower and I’ve got time to grab breakfast. Any requests?”

It was Hotch’s turn to smirk, chuckling across at you with that familiar gleam in his eye, “what I want to eat…isn’t on the menu.”

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[pacifymebby]

Christmas Eve

Part of my Christmas/2k celebration!!

Also just a side note for Alfie's, I based this on Christmas/Hanukkah celebrations I've been involved in before, I'm sorry if it's not accurate to other people's personal experiences of like mixed culture it's just how it's worked for us in the past... I didn't want to just ignore Alfie's Jewishness

Tommy

🌿Beneath Tommy's cold exterior is a family man, he's just very good at keeping it hidden beneath all those defensive layers... And he believes Christmas is a precious time, a time that should be spent with family... 

🌿And as much as he grumbles about having to host his whole family every year at Arrow House, Tommy wouldn't have it any other way...

🌿So Christmas Eve at Arrow House is a busy day, a day brimming with anticipation, that buzz in the air, expectancy, waiting for loved ones to arrive, the children excited to see their cousins, uncles, aunts...

🌿 And amid the hustle and bustle, the trickle of arriving guests who have come to stay for the holidays, Tommy will manage to slip away unnoticed for a little while... he'd have business to attend to, things he just has to see through before the new year...

🌿 And whilst in the morning his absence is excusable, and whilst in the afternoon you're far to wrapped up in overseeing the last minute changes to menus, to guest bedrooms, to present wrapping and attending to the needs of your excitable little ones, as the evening draws in Tommy's absence will become unignorable...

🌿 But you're not surprised and neither is Ada, neither are any of the wives, neither is Arthur who is supposed to be dressing up as Santa for the youngens but is waiting for his absent brother to phone through...

🌿 Tommy promised to be home early for the kids so you're getting worried. Ada is all eye rolls and Polly is tutting "that fuckin man and his fuckin business..." but you're getting scared that he isn't coming home at all...

🌿 Now the kids are obviously very excited because its christmas eve, so you haven't been able to settle them at all...

🌿 They're running around the house with their cousins playing at being daddy, pretending to shoot eachother, pretending to die and although usually you'd tell them off, try to tell them that thats not what their daddy does, tonight their laughter is so sweet you just let them carry on playing

🌿And their excitement is catching, it's hard to be too fearful when the tree is sparkling and there's frost in the air outside, when Ada and Polly have mixed up fancy gin cocktails and John keeps catching you beneath the mistletoe teasing you, telling you to take your chance whilst your husband's away...

🌿 There's that joy, that magic, that warmth, the family is together, the children are as innocent and as gleeful as you could possibly hope them to be... And in your heart you know that your stupid husbands coming home to you, that all will be well...

🌿 So even though you should be mad at him for breaking his promise and being late really you're just looking forward to him coming home, to throwing your arms around him, to having him catch you under the mistletoe and brush a chaste kiss over your lips before the kids can see you and start making sick noises.

🌿And when Tommy does finally come home the children nearly knock him over, barrelling into him. Your oldest pretends to shoot him for being late and breaking his promise...

🌿 So Tommy pretends he's shot, drops to his knees all dramatic in the doorway, his 'last words' tell your mother I love her very..." and when he closes his eyes and pretends to die the kids all clamber on him and demand that he wakes up... and he does but only because they're tickling him and he can't resist jumping back to life, snatching them up and making them jump and squeal and laugh.

🌿 finally they and him settle down, he says hes sorry for being late, hugs and kisses the children and then you, saying he's sorry an extra time, just to you, hand cupping your cheek as he looks you deep in the eyes, one of those, melt your heart, don't be angry with me, kind of looks

🌿And you can't be angry at him...

🌿He'd be able to settle the children so fast, getting them ready for bed with you and tucking them in. Telling them to be good or father christmas might change his mind about visiting them

🌿 But then seeing their little faces drop and chuckling, "no, of course he won't forget about you, little angels the lot of you, I reckon you're all right at the top of Father Christmas' list eh?"

🌿 "So we'd better get you up to bed eh? He'll be here soon and you'll want to be fast asleep in your beds when he gets here..."

🌿 As you go to follow the children up to the nursery Tommy catches your hand and tugs you back to the doorway, "and where do you think you're going in such a hurry love?" His fingers link closely with yours as he nods to the doorframe above you both, his smirk a little cheeky as you follow his gaze and see the mistletoe dangling above you...

🌿 When you tell him he isn't the first person to try it on with you under the mistletoe that evening, that if he'd been just one more minute late you'd have kissed his brother instead, he chuckles, "well I suppose I'd better make up for all that lost time eh?"

🌿 Closing your eyes when he kisses you, smiling into his lips as he lets them linger, your hand on his chest, you can feel his body heat warming you, his hold feels like home... When you pull away startled by the sound of the children calling for you Tommy pulls you back for one more kiss...

🌿 "Wait, there we go, just one more moment of peace..." he says quietly kissing you again, holding you close.

🌿 The children love it when he reads them the night before christmas, they're almost always half asleep by the time he's finished, your youngest sitting in his lap, drooling on him...

🌿 Watching him stroke their hair and kiss their heads,whispering to them little good nights and "love you"s before the two of you turn out the light and go back downstairs...

🌿He was late because he'd picked up last minute gifts for you, so he'd be trying to send you up to bed before him "go on angel, warm it up for me eh..."

🌿 He's probably so relieved to get into bed with you that evening, he'd wrap his arms around you and sigh, completely content and happy.

🌿Christmas always leaves him feeling grateful for everything he has, getting into bed with you and holding you close reminds him all the more of everything he has, how important you and the children are... He would still be a little preoccupied thinking about the morning, excited to see the children's faces when they see that father Christmas has been, looking forward to the way you'll kiss him when you open your gifts.

🌿Tommy will be the last one who falls asleep that night, he's too busy making the most of the peace, the bristling excitement in the air, just enjoying the feeling of you in his arms, knowing the whole family is together, safe and sound and full of joy. 

Alfie

🐻 Alfie is only be celebrating christmas because you celebrate christmas, otherwise to him its not really a very important day at all. More than that it's "a fuss about nothing!" And a "tiresome inconvenience if you ask me little ziskeit, don't know why anyone bothers with it all..."

🐻 Every year it's always the same... Alfie promises he won't be grumpy this December, he promises he'll try to embrace the Christmas Spirit and be "merry and bright my little ziskeit, that's me, that's your Alfie ain't it, merry and bloody bright..."

🐻 But every year Alfie seems to be more grumpy than the last, grumbling and stropping about every tiny inconvenience, the market is always busier this time of year and he can't go out without bumping into people, getting jostled in the crowds... and his frustrations lead to some very comical rants about Jesus Christ and how he must have been one narcissistic baby to demand such a fuss...

🐻 By Christmas Eve you've just about had enough of his ranting and raving, all his grumbling and stropping, so just when he's about to go off on one all over again you stop him, arms crossed over your chest, face like thunder, eyes so steely and determined as you scold him for being such a grump that he stops dead in his tracks...

🐻 "Alright that's it, Alfred I've had enough!" Alfie can't keep the stunned smirk off his lips, he can't believe his little ziskeit is standing up to him... "Oh? What's this then are you tellin me off poppet? Are you gonna give your old man a piece of your mind?" He just sits down in his arm chair, one leg crossed over the other, hands resting on top of his cane, looking up at you expectantly...  "Well go on then ziskeit, you give your old man a firm talkin too, tell me what a miserable, rotten old miser I'm being... don't hold back my darlin, don't try to spare my feelings eh, do your worst poppet..." it's like he's challenging you, waiting to see what you'll say but you've really had enough... all you want is a cosy, merry little Christmas...

🐻 "Don't tease me Alfie!" You sniff trying to remain indignant, trying not to get emotional as you hold your chin up high, "all I wanted yeah, was one peaceful little Christmas right and you promised Alfie, you promised youd try and get into the spirit of things this year but all you've done all bloody month is..."

🐻 You trail off when you hear him sigh, when you see that warm teasing glow in his eyes, he's smiling softly, watching you as you try to continue scolding him... Then he pushes himself up and walks slowly to you, takes your hips in his hands and guides you a pace into his body, looking down at you, expectantly, patiently waiting for you to be done with your own ranting and raving... And when you trail off and look at him you understand...

🐻 "Now then? Do you reckon you're finished tellin me off now poppet? Reckon your old man might be allowed to get a word in now yeah? Even if he is a mean old grump?" He's still teasing you and your blush is furious as he takes your cheek in his calloused hand and strokes your face with his thumbs, "my my you don't half get yourself in a tizz about these things do ya ziskeit, all this fuss over one bloody day..."

🐻 "Ain't just any day though is it Alf, s'christmas an it only comes once a year an I wanted it to be perfect... Not just for me but for the kids you know..."

🐻 "And it will be my little ziskeit, it will be... You trust me on this yeah, good old Father fuckin Christmas'll make sure everything's perfect..." he says reaching behind his chair for a tatty brown sack, slinging it over his shoulder and shooting you a wink...

🐻 Because Alfie does this every year too... Kids on that he hates Christmas, that he thinks the whole things a big old waste of time... Pushes you to your absolute limits, waiting for the day your fierce but rare temper bursts only to chuckle and pat you affectionately on the cheek before saying something stupid like "Ho Ho Fucking Ho and all that right..."

🐻Because actually he doesn't dislike Christmas as such, he just dislikes watching you get yourself so flustered about what is essentially just one day... He doesn't see the point in how rushed off your feet you get, how worried, how high your blood pressure must sore.. for just one day... A day you couldn't ruin if you tried.

🐻 He would try to help you with things like wrapping presents for the children but he wouldn't be very good at it at all, so it would be obvious who had wrapped what, his presents will hardly even be in the paper and honestly, sometimes you find yourself having to redo his poor attempts at wrapping.

🐻 Your Christmas traditions are mixed with Hanukkah traditions, you light the Menorah together for each of the eight nights of Hanukkah, you make donuts together (he fusses over you when it comes to frying them fretting about you burning yourself on the oil) he fills the house with joyous and spirited traditional music and teaches you and the children to play Dreidel (often making a grumbling fuss when he ahs to hand his Hanukkah Gelt over to whoever just won it off him)

🐻 He enjoys the irony of the whole Christmas thing, grins and laughs at himself when he sits down to read his children a christmas themed bed time story. He thinks its amusing because by now he knows it by heart...

🐻 Tells the kids that their father christmas doesn't like milk and cookies, he likes a drop of rum and some rugelach instead...

🐻 He will sit with the kids as they're falling asleep, he'll sing them a low, gentle little lullaby and stroke their little heads, Alfie has a calming presence which settles them, he's like a big soft teddy bear watching over them and when he wants them to settle down and drift off he can soothe their excitement in minutes... And on Christmas Eve he wants nothing more than to see them all settled because he knows that when he goes back downstairs looking for you he'll find you still busy, still fussing... And he wants to make sure you relax and enjoy the most important day of the year "allegedly"

🐻 He'll stop in the living room doorway, his body a big shadow blocking out the lamplight... he doesn't have to say anything to let you know he's there... you're sitting on the floor trying to wrap last minute gifts and make sure everything's perfect... he just tuts at you and shakes his head...

🐻 "Tsk tsk little ziskeit, you're breakin your promises this evening ain't ya... see I don't know if you remember right, well.. you can't possibly remember cause if you did then I'm sure you wouldn't just be breakin em willynilly now would you poppet... do you remember what you promised me this time last year?" You do remember what you promised him but you're determined you won't be admitting that tonight... Alfie however has other ideas.

🐻 He'll beckon you up and over to him with his finger, nod for you to come right up close. Then he'll take your hips in his hands and guide you back a pace, settling pulling you down into his arm chair with him, holding you firmly in his lap, "There we go that's better back where you belong right, that's better... now then where were we? Right... yeah, you were going to tell me all about that promise what you made me on Christmas day last year... weren't you ziskeit..." when you remain silent he chuckles and shakes his head, "oh no no no that won't do, nah... it won't... my darlin ziskeit what you seem to be forgettin right is this... only the naughtiest of naughty girls break their promises right... and on this very important evening even the worst yeah, even the most rotten of young ladies will keep her promises right... cause if she don't yeah well she might just find a lump of coal waiting for her in the morning yeah .. what dya reckon my little ziskeit? That what you want is it? A nasty old lump of coal?"

🐻 "One of these days I'll give you a nasty old lump of coal Alfie Solomons" you flower up at him so sulky and sullen he can't keep the grin off his face because he thinks you look adorable like that..

🐻 But although he chuckles and laughs along, lets you tease him too he still makes you promise that you're going to relax and let yourself enjoy the day too...

🐻 "If you're going to get so worked up about it, I'll call the whole bloody day off..." he will literally threaten to cancel Christmas, he's only teasing but it's a joke he never tires of especially when you start threatening him back, "I'll cancel you in a bloody minute Alfred now get over here and help me with this bloody bird!"

🐻 He will spend the rest of the evening hovering around you, telling you to let him take care of everything (you absolutely won't be doing that) but after another hour he's managed to help you with all the finishing touches and he's coaxing you up to bed...

🐻 "Now come on my little ziskeit, what do I have to do to make you see sense... You know how this works you are the angel who taught me all this madness after all... If you don't go to bed and get your beauty sleep old Saint Nick just won't come... Will he? So poppet, this is my suggestion yeah, just a gentle suggestion yeah, come straight from my heart because right, because I care about you very much and because your old man is getting very very tired... Why don't you an me yeah, why don't we go upstairs now and tuck ourselves up nice an snug in bed because I'm not daft yeah, I know how this works by now... In a few hours time those little terrors will be jumpin on our legs to wake us up won't they...."

🐻 And you know he's right so you give in and roll your eyes and let him take you up to bed. Before you go to sleep you make him promise not to be too grumpy in the morning, he makes you promise you'll relax.

Arthur

🍂 Definitely promised you he would come straight home from work, definitely promised he wouldn't stop in the Garrison with his brothers and the lads from the office...

🍂 Definitely does stop in the pub on his way home... Everyone was in such high spirits leaving that evening and Arthur doesn't want to miss out on the celebrations... Besides, he'll only have one.. and he's got all Christmas to spend with you and the little ones...

🍂 And of course this is Arthur so he doesn't only have one... but he doesn't get too drunk either and he doesn't stay out too late because he loves the excitement at home on Christmas Eve and he doesn't want to miss out on all that fun either...

🍂 So he walks home a little merry and he stops in the garden to build a snowman outside the children's bedroom window. You can hear him scuffling about outside and when you catch a glimpse of him through the kitchen window you roll your eyes... why the fuck did you marry such a big kid?

🍂 But you trust your husband's up to something and you don't want to ruin whatever surprise he has planned for the kids so you shut the curtains and go upstairs to check on the little ones who are brushing their teeth and getting ready for bed. You know they're dragging it out because they're waiting for their dad to come home...

🍂 You sneek outside to try and coax Arthur indoors out of the freezing cold, wrapping your arms around yourself as you whisper to try and get his attention... "Arthur... Arthur bloody Shelby what the fuck are you doing out here come on it's freezing!" And when he hears you he raises his hands in surrender, promising you he isn't drunk... which doesn't exactly reassure you...

🍂 "Eh love, don't suppose you've got a carrot you can spare me eh? For the kids?" He nods to his snowman and you can't do anything but roll your eyes and pretend not to be amused... you are though, you think he's so silly but you love him for it, love him for how much he loves the kids...

🍂 So you give him the carrot and then you drag him inside out of the cold, kissing him and rubbing his arms to try and get him warm... Of course when the lids hear the door close they come running downstairs overflowing with excitement because dad's home "finallyyy!"

🍂 You can't believe how they've shot from being almost settled, drifting off in the arm chair together, to bright as little stars, fizzing up and bubbling over shouting and jumping and tugging on his sleeves when he does his best father Christmas voice.

🍂 Arthur scooping his little ones up in his arms, getting excited with them, winding them up asking them if they're excited for all their lovely presents, asking them what they've left out for Father Christmas...

🍂 But one look at you and the realisation that you're starting to look a little worn out and like you might need your own bed very soon gets him to settle down, gets him to try and calm the little ones again...

🍂 to save himself from your potential frustration that he'd caused such a commotion he'd be trying to charm you into giving him a smile and softening on him again, stealing a kiss from you under the mistletoe and pinching your cheek, teasing you...

🍂 "lighten up my darlin its Christmas eve... Eh you'd better turn that frown upside down my sweetheart or father christmas won't have any presents for you..."

🍂 To try and get the kids into bed he'd do things like pretend he can hear father christmas on the roof, or he'd tell them that whilst he was out he saw something in the sky that looked just like a sleigh... "so you'd better hurry to bed my darlins cause you know what will happen if father christmas comes and you're still awake... Coal! Coal for the lot of ye little rascals..."

🍂 Remembers his snowman outside and tells the kids to look out of their window, "Now you know who he is don't you you little rotters, he's one of old father Christmas's spies... I mean helpers and he's come to make sure you lot are all tucked up in bed fast asleep... So you'd better get yourselves up them wooden hills hadn't you... Come on my darlins chop chop.."

🍂 He's definitely been out last minute Christmas shopping for gifts for you and has to try and slip them under the christmas tree before you see them... He also had to wrap them last minute and he's not wonderful at gift wrapping when he isn't drunk and in a rush...

🍂 When you gather the kids in bed to read them a bedtime story he wants to listen too and climbs into bed with you all... He definitely gets a little too comfy snuggled under the blankets with you all and falls asleep during the story which the children find highly amusing.

🍂 Perhaps the children should leave a nice glass of water out of father christmas this year?

John

🌼 A huge child about Christmas, really he is just a big kid at heart and he's just as excited about christmas as the children... he's definitely not helping to calm them down or get them settled in bed that's for sure!

🌼 Instead he comes home for his work that evening with pockets full of sweets for them and lets them eat as many as they like... Pinching some for himself too...

🌼 Being too sentimental for his own good he hardly stopped in at the pub with the lads, let them "force" one whiskey down him, one which he downed slammed on the table and then announced to the room that he was off home because unlike the rest of them he's a "highly responsible father"... So he was laughed out of the Garrison naturally...

🌼 When he comes home he throws the sweets into the air letting them rain down over the children who dance and jump at his feet, all of the scrambling to catch and father as many as they can...

🌼 All you can do is watch and let yourself get wrapped up in the craziness of it all too... you already know there's no trying to tame your wild little family, especially not when John's talking the lead like this...

🌼 He'll tease them telling him he saw some of father christmas's elves in the garden, that they told him there'll be no toys for the shelby children this year...

🌼 But your children are smart and they know their daddy is just being silly. Which they won't be shy about telling him, pointing at him, giggling and arguing with him, dragging you into the argument too begging you to "tell daddy not to be so stupid!"

🌼 He's really done it now and the children are feral, together they wrestle him down to the ground and threaten him with lots of tickles and other terrors if he doesn't take it back... And of course John lets them win. He can't breath for laughing so hard and neither can you.

🌼 When you finally stop laughing at the mess he's gotten himself into you manage to convince him the children need to go to bed, he'll tell them that actually the elves told him they're waiting for the shelby children to go to sleep so that father christmas can come and deliver all their presents.

🌼 So the children will finally go to bed, they'll leave a wee carrot for the reindeer and a little treat for father christmas too, and they'll leave a little path of destruction for you and John to tidy up once they're tucked up and asleep... One which you inform John he can tidy up by himself... One which you know you'll be tidying up together.

🌼 John, more than the children, will be begging you to read the night before christmas... It's a little family tradition you have been doing since the first Christmas you stayed with the Shelby's and told it to all the Shelby children to settle them when the rest of the family had an emergency meeting. You've always been a little shy to read it in front of John but every year he insists just the same... "Voices and all!"

🌼 When you challenge him and say "why doesnt daddy read it this year?" he just pouts and says "i think mummy does it better what do you think children, doesn't your mummy read it wonderfully..." He has that mischievous twinkle in his eyes, one you can't say no to and wouldn't want to say no to even if you thought you could get away with it...

🌼 So you have to read it and John just gets all cosy with the children, they'd be giggling and whispering with him mischievously the whole time, impossible to settle down until you're kissing them all on the forehead and turning out the lights. Even then you can see them fidgeting and wriggling in the dark, hear them giggling behind the closed nursery door.

🌼 When they're finally asleep and you were ready to go to bed yourselves, John would sneak away to go and make reindeer prints in the snow outside for the children to find the next morning.

🌼 Then he'd come back to find you trying to tidy away his mess... Honestly he'd end up making more mess when he grabs you by the waist and asks to get his hands on his "beautiful, beautiful wife..."

🌼 What can I say the man's got a lot of pent up energy that needs to be used up before he goes to sleep...

Bonnie

🍀 Bonnie's used to a very busy, very family driven Christmas... One which is simple and traditional but chaotic and lively... All the family comes together for Christmas and their little camp practically triples inside as more and more families arrive each day in the weeks running up to Christmas...

🍀 But all the chaos means there's so much extra work to do and even though there's also extra helping hands, between Bonnie being dragged away on hunting expeditions to gather food for Christmas Day and wood for the fires, and you being rushed off your feet with children to mind, presents to make and hide away... Well you and Bonnie have hardly had a second together for days...

🍀 And Bonnie's favourite part of Christmas is getting to spend it with the people he loves - you most of all. He had so many plans for this December with you and so far he hasn't been able to get you alone for long enough to do more than give you a quick kiss on the cheek...

🍀He's longing for Christmas day so that all the fuss will be over and he might sneak you away to give you your presents...

🍀But before that there's Christmas Eve to get through, just one more day and then finally the two of you will get a little peace... And the way you keep shooting him long lingering glances from the steps of your vardo, from by the fire, from where you sit buried beneath your younger siblings and a blanket...Bonnie can tell you're thinking exactly the same as you..

🍀Though he has to admit he does love to watch you playing with the youngens, getting them ready for bed as the sun goes down and they get rosy cheeks by the fire. They're so cute and you're so good with them... It doesn't half make him broody, he can't help but imagine what kind of a mammy you'll be one day...

🍀Every time he tries to come and sit down with you someone steels him away, his dad gives him a job to do, some of the younger lads demand he joins their snowball fight...

🍀And it's that snowball fight that means he finally gets his hands on you... Because when one of the lads clips one of the lassies you've been sitting with on the back of the head with a snowball all he'll breaks loose and all the kids are suddenly picking sides and scrambling to action.

🍀Naturally you're siding with your best friend, against Bonnie and the lads... Which means your competitive streak shines through and challenges Bonnie... Who never backs down from a fight. Its not long before you're tearing through the trees, kicking and throwing snow at him, giggling because you know you can't escape him, and god you don't want to escape him!

🍀So finally he gets his hands on you, wrapping his arms tight around you, pretending he's fighting you to the floor... The chill of the snow as you sink into the drift on your back, the cold prickles all over you but all you can concentrate on is the warmth of his breath on your cheek as he pins you down and locks eyes with you...

🍀 "So this is what I have do to steal a moment with my girl eh?" He teases wasting very little time before he kisses you deep and passionately, that desire to see you become a mammy almost getting the better of him as you giggle and push him off you reminding him it won't be long before the two of you get swarmed by bairns.

🍀So instead he helps you up and walks you back to the fire to get you warmed up, and he uses his own chill as an excuse to sit with you by the fire for awhile, admiring you, falling in love with you a little more as you gather the youngens round you once again to tell them a story as they drink their hot milk before bed.

🍀Later when it's late and most of the littlens are fast asleep, when the musics being played and everyone's merry on hot mulled wine Bonnie finally gets you all to himself, dancing with you by the fire, stealing all the kisses he wants, teasing you asking if you've been good this year an if you reckon father Christmas is gonna visit you.

🍀Cuddling up to you when you're both tucked away in bed, whispering to you about how sweet you looked with the littlens earlier.. boy has baby fever and trust me it gets ten times worse at Christmas.

Isaiah

🐀 Watching the chaos ensuing at the Shelby Manor and listening to John and Ada talking about all the stress of Christmas with the children is making you and Isaiah feel very grateful that you're still young and that this Christmas Eve the only thing you've to worry about is the Garrison running out of drink...

🐀 You've been looking forward to seeing your friends all week having been busy in the shop you work in right until close that very afternoon... Isaiah would meet you at your work to pick you up and in his pocket he's got s gift for you...

🐀 "I was going to wait until tomorrow to give you this but I thought you might like to wear them tonight..." He says kissing your lips and then your neck as he shuts your bedroom door behind you and pushes you back into your room gently. He's being extra charming, the romance of the season getting to both your heads.

🐀He's brought you a pair of divine ruby earrings, they're utterly gorgeous and you can't believe he's giving them to you at all least of all when it's not even technically christmas yet! You gasp, thrilled by the beautiful gift and immediately put them on...

🐀 You're trying to get ready to go out, trying to change into a prettier dress for your evening out but Isaiah has other ideas... he wants to see what you look like when you're only wearing those earrings...

🐀 So you're late to the Garrison and you turn up looking a little less than pristine but neither of you care because youve been sharing a bottle of wine on the walk and you're both ruby cheeked warmed by your drink for the road...

🐀 Spending the night laughing and dancing with all your friends, Finn's managed to sneak away from his demanding nieces and nephews and even Bonnie has managed to come up with an excuse to stay in town a little later than usual rather than heading straight back to the camp to help with the kids...

🐀 You spend all night wrapped up in Isaiah and your love for him... there's something about christmas which still excites you, wakes up your inner child and makes you giddy... all the glowing lights the decorations, the snowfall outside in the street.

🐀 Every time Isaiah catches you under the mistletoe he insists on a kiss, not just a peck but a cheeky, tempting kiss, one which makes your tummy flip and reminds you of what you were getting up to in your bed earlier than evening... one which makes you wish you could sneak off with him again...

🐀 At kicking out time you and your friends all go stumbling out into the snowy street together, all of you feeling drunk and carefree, like big children, Michael and Finn start a snowball fight which sees you all laughing and play fighting in the street, you join Bonnie's team and torment your boyfriend who is only pretending to be jealous... right?

🐀 Somewhere amid the chaos Isaiah snatches you and pulls you into the back of a parked car, it's dark and he's hovering above you in the back seat, your body pushes into the leather seat... when you look up his grin his boyish and ever so cheeky...

🐀 "Oh would you look at that eh... a Christmas miracle..." he teases holding the mistletoe he's stolen from the garrison above your head, pulling you in for an even deeper kiss than the last...

🐀 It's hard not to go too far but after a long while of torturing eachother with tempting kisses you realise you're late for his father's mass and you both go running off hand in hand down the street, finishing the last of the drink he also took from behind the bar at the Garrison.

🐀 You're hand in hand and oh so drunk as you slip into the church and sit in the corner of a pew right at the back, you're giggling quietly to one another, holding hands, propping one another up...

🐀 at different times you both fall asleep and wake one another up and when it comes time for communion you're both giggly, trying very hard to be serious, already knowing that his father is going to know how pissed you are... You're not in trouble though, he just tsks at you both and smirks when he offers your wine, a quiet "not that you need it" and a wink when he sees you practically falling asleep on his sons shoulder.

🐀 Isaiah carries you home through the snow, bundling you up into bed with him, cuddled up under the blankets, unable to stop himself waking you up and stealing a good night kiss from you.. one which becomes so much more than just a kiss...

Michael

☘️ Michael would love nothing more than a quiet Christmas, just you, him and his mum... But that's not how being part of the Shelby family works...

☘️ He spends the run up to Christmas stressing about the journey back to England, he's worried about you meeting his family for the first time... Not because he's worried they won't like you, but because he's worried you will see how fucked up his family is and want to run a mile...

☘️ You arrive at Arrow House on the morning of Christmas Eve, you've travelled through the night through snow and freezing wind, but when your car finally makes it up the long winding drive you're taken back by how beautiful it all is... How grand the house is, how very English it all appears to be...

☘️ You're nervous to meet the family, most of all Polly because you're sure her opinion means more to Michael than anything else in the world. If Polly doesn't like you it's over...

☘️ But everything Michael has warned you about... His cousins schemes and manipulative personality... Well you're surprised to see that you don't see anything like it... All you see is one busy, chaotic house packed full of children and adult men who run around pretending to fight and shoot one another much like children...

☘️ You're completely absorbed into family life from the second the servants take your bags... You're overwhelmed by the Shelby family but you can't say you're not pleased...

☘️ Whilst Michael is jumped upon by his cousin's you're swept up by the women, Ada and Lizzie giggling as they mix you up a gin and tonic and show you their hiding place in the kitchen when they need two seconds peace... Not from their children who are running around feral with excitement for christmas, but from the Peaky men who are apparently more of a handful than the children...

☘️ As the evening draws in Michael wants to steal you away but he can't bring himself to because you're sitting on the floor playing with the children.. Arthur is dressed up as Santa asking them all what they want for Christmas...

☘️ But when he invites you to come up and sit in his lap, asks you if you've been a good girl this year Michael has to intervene and save you from his cousin.

☘️ He coughs and very awkwardly speaks up to save you, asks to borrow you for a minute... Lies and says he needs your help in the kitchen... And this lie is obviously met with smirks and jokes because everyone knows he's just jealous of Arthur's stupid flirting...

☘️ He actually apologises for his cousin, it's just you and him in the kitchen and he looks nervous, like he's worried you're going to run off with Arthur... But when you ask what's wrong he shakes his head, says "nothing... Just promise me they haven't scared you off..." you can't help but laugh at that.

☘️ "What? Don't be daft Michael, I love them and I love you!" And he's very glad to hear that, blushing like a teenage boy because he's gone all out to spoil you this Christmas... There's so many gifts under the tree with your name on them but the gift that's most important is in his back pocket... He was going to save it for tomorrow but now that he's got you alone in the kitchen he realises there's no better time to ask you to be his wife than the present...

☘️ So your Christmas Eve ends in Michael getting down on one knee on the kitchen floor surrounded by carrot peelings...

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[fairszy]

cross dressing x genshin + hsr ! ♡

how our darling boys would react to you cross dressing ! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

contains : afab!ftm reader !! MALE terms and pronoun usage !! this one is for all my fellow roseboys ~

featuring : diluc , childe , xiao , gepard , blade , + dr.ratio ! ♡

001 — DILUC

he’s in pure and utter shock at first. he wasn’t expecting to find you in his office at the winery, cutely bent over his desk in such a revealing little maid outfit. while you pretended to fake clean something — he watched you closely.

eventually one of diluc’s hands pressed right against the small of your back, letting out a small grumble as he pushes his hips into your ass. evidence of your little idea working wonders poking into the soft flesh between both your ass cheeks. he’s still silent though — hasn’t spoken yet. turning around you find him flushed bright red, matching his hair beautifully.

“you look so handsome my little firefly . . however — i don’t think i can hold back.”

002 — CHILDE

it was his idea. he proposed such an outfit from you. being the cheeky bastard he is, its no surprise that he begs you to wear a skirt in public so he can mess around with you.

that's exactly how you ended up in the middle of a mall with his hand gently grazing your thighs every now and again. he stands behind you, one hand finding your waist and the other sliding its way up your thigh.

“imagine if all these people knew what you were really up too . . now let’s find a bathroom yeah?”

003 — XIAO

he wasn’t even aware of your plans to do this. xiao was already shy and timid as it was when you dressed in nothing but baggy shirts and tiny shorts, a mini skirt? this was a whole new ball park.

he’s cooking a dish in the kitchen when you spring on him, arms around his waist and gently tickling his neck with your hair until he finally spins to see what attire you have on and his eyes nearly bulge out of his head.

“wow . . you — . . . wow. you are . . so handsome — uh . . dinner? oh it . . can wait i guess.”

004 — GEPARD

a secret fetish of his. one he’d never ever admit. behind his stone wall expressions and his intense work ethic was a man who truly yearned for the kinky and deranged things you came up with.

him being a total virgin you always took the lead. it was you who was currently sat on his lap in a light blue babydoll, grinding your hips down onto his rapidly growing bulge while he tried to keep his moans in his throat. how could he when his beautiful boy looked this amazing?

“y-you . . really don’t have to — aeons, please . . stop teasing !”

005 — BLADE

blade is . . well — he’s different. blade doesn’t give you a change to parade around the new dress you acquired. before you even get to the door he’s on you like a leech, hands slipping under the dress you wore (deliberately might i add) and groping at your hips.

you can quite literally feel how hard he is against your ass, grunts of annoyance seep from him as he attacks your neck in a feverish attempt of claiming you as his.

“such a pretty little doll . . how could you ever go out like this when every inch of your skin is fucking mine?”

006 — DR.RATIO

at first he has no reaction when you come into the room with a new outfit, he doesn’t even seem to look in your direction until he almost can’t resist. he sneaks a look when you’re distracted speaking to someone else, his eyes trailing your entire complexion.

without a word he’s suddenly out of his chair and placing a hand on the small of your back, a silent code you two had developed for needing eachothers attention. that’s how you end up in the bathroom with him, sat in his lap while he rubs his knee inbetween your easily accessible thighs.

“of course you had to be a whore and distract me from my work. tsch, someone ought to teach you a lesson little boy. might as well be the smartest man in the room.”

[guppygiggles]

Late-night (early morning?), half-asleep ramble about (love letter to?) tickling under the cut.

People's bodies betraying them, as it relates to tickling, just... does something to me.

When someone is being tickled, and they are trying so hard not to laugh... but they are SO sensitive, so ticklish, they just can't help it...

I even like the word, unsurprisingly. Ticklish. Not just sensitive, but specifically susceptible to being tickled... a phenomena so unique, we actually have a word for it. It just flutters my tummy up when I hear that someone is ticklish... knowing that it means, if tickled, they're sure to laugh. There is just something so deliciously vulnerable about that, to me... something so adorable...

"Sensitive" is not a very precise word. It could mean emotionally delicate, or skin that is reactive, bruises easily, etc... but ticklish...

A ticklish person is going to be weak to a light touch, or a gentle tweaking, somewhere on their body... And no matter where that spot is... it's just so unbearably cute to me.

The way a person with ticklish ears, or a ticklish neck, will shrug their shoulders and tuck their head down when you whisper, kiss, or softly feather them there...

Someone with ticklish armpits or sides will press their arms against their body, usually doubling over, or even grabbing your wrists if they can reach them...

A ticklish belly will also make someone curl forward, either grabbing at you or trying to block with their arms wrapped protectively around their middle...

Tickling someone's thighs will cause them to kick, press their legs together, and sometimes crumple to the ground as their knees weaken, their strength betraying them as they helplessly endure the sensation...

If you can get ahold of someone's ticklish feet, tickling there will make them scrunch their toes down defensively, kick, and wriggle their ankles trying to get free...

Soooo many other spots, common and uncommon, and all with their own unique reactions... not just unique to the spot, but also to the person, which only serves to fascinate and enthrall me even more...

This is to say nothing of all the different ways people can laugh... and I'm sure I won't surprise anyone by saying I find all of those adorable, too...

High-pitched, "he-he-he" giggles, especially if the person is embarrassed about them... oh, don't even get me started on people who blush from being tickled... the way that makes me swoon...

Low, humming, closed-mouth "hm-hm-hm" laughter from people who try to hold back... and how deliciously satisfying it is when you finally get them to open their mouth and let out a big belly laugh...

People who burst into "ha-ha-ha"s the moment you touch them... or even better, before you touch them, if they are so ticklish as to react before the sensation has even begun...

The sheer, helpless honesty of people who snort, squeal, and even scream... things that simply cannot be faked or resisted, that demand to be felt and expressed...

All the other things people's bodies do... the way they tremble, flush, get sweaty, tear up, get hiccups, smile sooooo big, and flail around uncontrollably... the way they're totally helpless but to tell the whole story of what's going on inside...

God... yeah, man...

I think about tickling.

[luveline]

heyy ! do you think you could write something like, readers crying in eddie’s room and the roan walks in ?? 💗💗

hey, I can do that! tysm for ur request! ♡ fem!reader

Being a grown up is hard. You'd think people would be kinder away from the pressures and expectations of high school, but no dice. If anything, you'd argue people actually get worse, buffeted by their own self-importance.

A coworker has been treating you poorly for weeks now. You don't like to tell Eddie, worried you're adding more to what is an absolutely heaping plate of his own responsibilities and worries. Even now he's stressed, his head by your knees, your hands stroking slowly through dark curls.

He's sort of the same as you, he doesn't like to share. But he's much worse at hiding how he's feeling, his face an open book of pressures.

You smooth his bangs away from his forehead to lean down and kiss it, the pale stretch of skin smooth under your lips.

He stares up at you like you're everything. Eyes impossibly big and wide and brown, irises dark in the lamplight and melting into his pupils. He looks sweet.

"I don't think I could do all this without you," he murmurs.

Your lips press tight together with a smile. "Yeah, you could. Did it all before without me..." You resist the urge to kiss him more and cover his cheek with your fingers. "But you never have to again."

It's sticky with a ridiculous, over-indulgent romance. A silly promise that you mean, but still so, so corny.

He giggles like an idiot and squints at you, "You're-" He licks his lips. "You're too good to me, know that?"

It makes you wanna cry. You feel the tears sharp behind your eyes and have to look away from him. You pat his arm and pull away. "Definitely too good. Make me dinner?"

He snorts and springs up from the bed. "Your wish is my command, babe."

You watch him leave, and then you bring your legs up toward you and cover your face. You really really want to tell him what happened today, but you can't make yourself do it. You don't want to stress him out, especially after what he's said.

You know Eddie would never make you feel bad for needing support. He wouldn't resent you. He would comfort you and ask you why you hadn't told him sooner, you're sure. He might even get a little mad about you keeping it from him and suffering in silence, that's how much he's proved to like you.

The first tear dribbles down your cheek. You're exacerbating your own upset, you know, but you can't stop. Suddenly everything is stressing you out, not just your mean coworker but the entirety of your life.

You push your hands against your face and breath raggedly. Trying to calm down.

The door creaks but doesn't swing open, so you assume it's just the draft from Eddie's broken bedroom window.

"What's wrong?" Roan asks.

You startle at the sudden sound of her voice and your hands fly from your face to your chest. Roan's staring at you with a juvenile concern, her tiny thick eyebrows pulled together as she pouts at you.

"Roanie," you say, wiping your wet cheeks hurriedly, "you scared me, little lady, didn't hear you come in."

"What's wrong?" she asks again, standing in front of the bed looking shocked.

"It's okay," you coo, reaching out with both hands. "Come up here, baby, I'm alright."

She looks from you to the door. You hate that. You don't wanna scare her.

"I'm okay, Ro. Promise."

She walks up to your side of the bed and holds out her pinky. You wrap your finger around her much smaller one and twine them gently, giving it a little pump. She forces her entire hand into yours then and smiles as she climbs up onto the bed beside you.

She collapses like a sack of flour over your knee, face plastered to your inner thigh. "Dad says," she begins, words tickling your skin, "that crying is good and it can make you feel better."

You drop your hand to the short stretch of her back. "Your dad's a smarty-pants, that's why."

"Do you feel better?"

You sniffle. "Yeah, Ro."

She doesn't like the waver in your voice, turning her cheek to look up at you, a picture of her father. Brown, brown eyes.

She opens her arms as an invitation that you can't refuse, bending in on yourself to hug her. It's difficult to hug someone so small in this position. One hand weaves into her hair and the other pushes behind her shoulders. She spreads her arms and sort of just lies underneath you, nuzzling her face against yours.

"I love you," she says.

Even though your eyes are closed, tears bubble up. "I love you more, princess."

You feel terrible for crying on her and after a handful of selfish, needy seconds you pull away and kiss her cheek.

"Sorry," you tell her.

She slides out of your lap before you can stop her and leaves. You laugh wetly, not really surprised by her fleeting attention. Though it had been really nice to get a cuddle from her and an 'I love you' with no prompting, you can't say you blame her for fleeing. She didn't sign up for your blubbering all over her.

You pick at a loose thread at the stitching of your sweatpants.

"Tell her!" Roan says from just outside the door.

You look up as she pulls her dad back into the room. Eddie has a rag over his shoulder and a concerned frown playing on his lips.

"What happened?" he asks, stricken by your tearstained face.

"Tell her!" Roan repeats, tugging at his hand.

Eddie's eyes soften. "I love you, sweetheart," he tells you.

You smile as he picks Roan up and sits on the bed in front of you. It's nice to hear him say it, nicer to see him and your favourite girl sitting in front of you.

"What's wrong?" he asks again, reaching for your hand, the other wrapped around Roan's shoulders.

You'll tell him the truth later, but for now Roan's eyes are on you, and she'd gone to get her dad when she saw you crying — which is, frankly, one of the cutest things she's ever done — so you just want to reassure her that you're alright.

"Nothing important. I feel better now."

Roan's mild frown perks up. "I knew it! Daddy aldways makes me feel better."

You squeeze Eddie's hand. "You're right, Ro. Always makes me feel better too. Something about you Musnon's..." You take her face into your hand, relieved at their twin expressions of reassurement. "Must be these pretty brown eyes."

You sneak a look full of meaning up at Eddie.

"She does have nice eyes," he mumbles.

"'Xactly." You thumb at her appled cheeks. "Thanks, baby. You saved the day."

Roan falls back into Eddie's chest away from your hand with a shy giddiness. "You' welcome."

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more eddie and roan

[venvellan]

Anniversary - Sunday

fluff ♡. wedding anniversary cuddling w sunday it's actually that simple. gn reader. reader is halovian bc it makes the most sense for sunday (to me) for,,, family reasons. let sunday be happy and in love or motherfucker i will do it myself

cw: none, except love and joy. slightly suggestive at the end ig but it's tame. word count: 780.

(happy boothill day!!!! :D we will pull him in one warp :3♡♡)

Today marks your fourth year as Consort to the Oak family, and it's been a wonderful day. Your doting husband presses a line of kisses up your neck, stopping in the middle to run his fingertips over the soft arch of your wings, before he takes your chin in his gentle grasp and turns your head to him.

"Angel," he mutters. His eyes linger on your lips, then rise to finally meet your own, and he smiles. Aeons, his smile.

You smile back at him reflexively. You feel utterly exposed under his gaze — not because it's scrutinizing, and not because it makes you uncomfortable — it's simply his effect on you (that, and those gorgeous yellow eyes, no doubt). Something in him has always stirred you. Something in you has always stirred him. You wouldn't want it any other way.

"Sunday," you whisper back. Your arms rise to wrap delicately around his neck and rest atop his shoulders.

He pulls you in by your waist and holds you against him. His nose meets yours in the middle and the tips of your noses rub lightly against each other. It's playful. Innocent. It's the gentlest kiss he can give you. He closes his eyes and in his softest voice, the one you've been missing — aching for — for weeks now, he breathes, "I love you..."

He closes the short distance between your lips with a kiss and hums into it, and his hands press against your lower back as he keeps you flush against him.

You had plans for the day. A romantic breakfast, a walk together across the city, a big lunch — a whole day filled to the brim with activities — but you only made it to lunch before losing steam.

It's his one off day. The one day in months that he's been able to promise you, "Yes, my love, the day is yours," and in theory, it sounds wonderful to spend it wandering the town, looking out at the people and breathing the cool air in. In practice, however, you're both exhausted, and you both know it.

When he's not knee-deep in paperwork, he's out on the town anyway, doing one of a million different things. And you, quite frankly, are just sick of his absence. You'll do anything he wants today, as long as it means getting to be with him, and you know that deep down, he just wants to lay in bed all day.

You acquiesce to him. It's only just after noon, but already, you two decide the day is done. You remove your jewelry and outerwear piece by piece, placing it to the side haphazardly, and pull your halo off from where it floats atop your head. You do the same for Sunday, saving him the effort, and lay his things in a pile with yours. Even your items are happy to cuddle up together.

You pull him backwards onto the bed. He catches himself above you, smiling warmly, and buries his face into your neck. His breath tickles the sensitive skin of your wing and it reflexively grazes his face in return.

Your heart swells, knowing you've won; knowing he's happy with this. "Sunday?"

He hums softly against your skin. His wings flutter ever so lightly.

You bring your hand up into his hair and comb through it gently. "I love you more."

You feel his smile against your neck and can't resist smiling back. You could hold onto this moment forever, if it were possible. You could, in fact, live this moment over and over again forever in the dreamscape if you wished, but you don't. The moment is beautiful, not in spite of, but rather because of its fleeting nature. You will cherish it in your loneliest moments, when he spends days in a row working from dawn til dusk.

Loving Sunday means missing him, aching in his absence, and you will do it proudly.

He relaxes fully into you and you immediately sense him falling asleep. Oh, how sweet he is, how intimate an experience to share.

Already half asleep, he mumbles against your neck, "Wake me up soon, darling... I will cherish this day with you. I will– I need to be with you... I love you..." His mumbles become airy whispers at the end, and in moments he's fallen asleep.

You turn your head slightly to rub your cheek into his hair and sigh contentedly, smiling still. This is all you need. You could die happily in this moment — holding him as he sleeps, petting his gorgeous fluffy hair, feeling his gentle breaths on your neck and admiring the blissfully serene expression on his perfect face. You will, however, honor his wish to be woken from his beauty sleep, as you honor his every wish always.

In a couple hours you'll wake him, gently, and he will have a renewed excitement to have you. To be your husband. He will wake up and remember his desire to honor — no, worship — you, as you do him.

It will keep you up, and then it will tire you out.

But you know that. He is your husband, after all, and you know him best.

[honeeslust]

Shota Aizawa | Bound

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"So you're trying to tell me, that I'm not supposed to lust after all of this, warm, pliant, sensual flesh. I wish you could look at yourself and see what I see. "

"I try, but it's just not something that comes naturally to me."

"It should, there's nothing more beautiful than a woman's body..."

"...Every single thing about you is made exactly the way it was meant to be. You should love everything about yourself..." Shota closes his hands around my thick waist. "There's no one else who looks like you..."

He kisses my cheek and then my lips. "...no one else sounds like you..."

He kisses my neck with his tongue making me moan.

"...no one else feels like you...." he sighs, slipping his long slender fingers over my thick ass and squeezing as he stands between my legs. His mouth comes close to mine and he smiles just before I open my mouth for him. His tongue slips inside and swirls just once before he pulls away with a loud smack from my puckered lips.

"...or tastes like you." he rubs little circles just under my arms making me squirm.

"Stop, that tickles." I giggle and try to move his hands.

"I'm just trying to show my appreciation. Don't shy away from me now doll."

Aizawa showers my face with kisses, whispering all his little delectable anecdotes. I'm melting around him like putty. All I can do is feel his warmth, and the strength of his hands as he caresses my body.

Suddenly, there's a glint of scarlet that flashes in his eyes as he takes my arms in a firm grip and kisses me. The warm and wet newness fills me with a warmth that eventually clamps itself onto my heart.

"Let's try something new tonight.

"What" I say with my eyes rolling lustily at him withdrawing his lips from mine.

Well, first, I'm thinking I want to bind your wrists. I don't want your hands interfering when I'm teasing your body. I don't want you shying away from my touch. I dont want there to be any way for you to hide from me."

"MM, yeah? What else?"

He draws in a slow breath between his teeth, "I think I'd rather just show you."

"I like the way that sounds."

Aizawa backs away slowly, his eyes still fixed on me. I smile back at him as he disappears into his closet. He comes back with a set of long flat bandages that resemble the binds that he uses for work.

"Is- that??"

"Mmm-hmm, something like that," he quips before I can finish with a knowing nod of his head.

"You trust me?" He asks raising his brow. I nod to him.

"Good girl."

He parts my legs with his knees, spreading them wide as he ascends over my body. His mouth claims the light moans escaping from my lips as our kiss deepens.

He backs away again leaving me panting after him,

"Stay just there, okay."

He holds up a blindfold and my eyes grow wide with curiosity. He slips the silky cloth over my head and as I'm plunged into darkness, every nerve ending in my body alights. I pant softly licking my lips and wondering when his much-needed touch would set me on fire.

Just as I want to speak, Aizawa's voice fills the silence. "So, these are not much unlike the binds you've seen me use before. I had them made just for you."

Aizawa brushes the side of my face with the binds. It's softer than the other sets for sure.

"It's silky," I say surprised. "I like it."

"Mm-hmm." Shota hums in agreement.

He moves and immediately, I feel the absence of his warmth as he steps away from me. My short nervous breaths grow shaky and seemingly more audible. I don't know what he has planned for me but I'm not worried, but on edge with excitement. I can hear him shuffling around and I resist the urge to peek and see what he's doing.

Something tickles the my arm and I stir a little. The binds wrap around my wrists and gently they tighten. I can feel Aizawa's warm body between my legs again as the restraints slowly pull my arms behind my back and hold them there.

First, it's his tongue that I feel. He licks my neck and grasps my breast with his hands. Then it was the electric feeling in my veins as his warm mouth closed over my nipple. He played with the sensitive bead with his tongue and my pussy throbbed heavy and hot between my legs.

"I told you every part of you was made to love."

He continues to suck and play with my tits making me squirm as the restraints pull at my arms. It was odd not being able to reach up and run my fingers through his hair the way I normally would. But the restriction made me that much hotter.

"These supple tits, so luscious and spilling from my grasp." he pressed his face between my breasts, muffling his groans while he teased my nipples by rolling them gently between his fingers.

Soon after, it was his hands I felt tracing over the stretch marks of my inner thighs. His hands closed around the thickest part of my legs and what felt like velvet straps enclosed around my calves and ankles and slid up to my thighs. My mouth went dry as I panted desperately trying to close my legs. The binds held tight, gently sinking into my skin and keeping my thighs apart from one another.

Aizawas fingers danced so close to my pussy, but would move away every time my tummy quivered as I tried to squeeze my legs shut.

"You always try to hide..." I can feel the heat from his mouth as he whispers against my skin. "...Don't..." His tongue glides along my inner thigh. "...not from me."

"I don't wanna hide from you Aizawa, I promise."

"So don't." He squeezes my thighs even tighter as his fingers probe along my sensitive slit, he does it so softly that it tickles. But I remain still, eager to behave so he can finally let me feel his tongue taste my flesh.

"Please, I don't want to hide, let me have it Aizawa, Please."

Suddenly he lifts the blindfold and after a few lazy blinks, his intense dark eyes are the first thing I see.

"Watch me." He says before dropping his head between my thighs. He looks up through his dark lashes as he starts rolling his tongue between the folds of my throbbing sex. The binds hold tight to all their places on my skin as the shock of his tongue rocks my body. He builds with long slow licks to either side of my slit before parting them with his slender fingers. I stare down at him as he swipes his tongue right over my clit.

"Ah Ah—I won't hide, not anymore."

His stubble prickles against my skin as he tastes me. He rolls his tongue back and forth pressing down with just the right amount of pressure until I'm shaking and coming on his tongue. His eyes burn into mine from between my legs as he groans, happily lapping away at the slick flow until I'm whimpering to him how sensitive it is. He brought his head back up and kissed my lips letting me taste my sweetness on his tongue.

"Turn over onto your hands and knees for me," he says, giving my restraints just enough slack for me to reposition myself. I turn around and lean over on my hands.

I jolt as I feel the familiar softness of the silky binds running softly down my back while he whispers to me, "Very nice." Even though he's being gentle, I can tell that the binds are sturdy when manipulated differently. The sweet sting of sound smack across my flesh confirms my suspicion and I gasp pleasantly in shock.

"I hope you're ready."

I sigh as I writhe with anticipation "I am."

Just then, all at once, I'm trapped. It's so sudden that my breath catches in my throat. My nerves just barely begin to settle when I feel the binds cinching tight around my neck. Not so tight that I can't breathe but I can tell that he can maneuver them well enough to easily tighten if he pleases. My wrists are again bound behind my back and I lean forward onto my chest with my ass in the air, unable to move.

The restriction of my movement sends my body into a free fall. It's his finger skimming through the drenched slit that makes me writhe against the restraints even more but they aren't letting me move much at all. All I'll be able to do is take him. A sweet fluttering tickles my core at the thought and I lay there waiting anxiously as his fingers played in the wetness.

"If you need me to stop, just tell me," he says, positioning himself behind me.

"Mm-hhmmm" I agree knowing full well it is unlikely. I want all of what he's going to give me.

With a soft pop, he's inside me. He moves back and forth and the binds on my hands pull tight, jerking my body back and allowing him to thrust deeper.

"You feel like heaven." His words resonate and his thrusting squelches aloud as my clenched walls squeeze his length inside me. My eyes roll back as he's already fucking me stupid.

Aizawa doesn't hold back. He tightens up on the binds and a I can feel the tugging tighten around my neck as he plows right into me. The reverberation of my ass clapping violently against his hips fills the room. CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP. His nuts slap against my clit, making my pussy a creamy mess. The illicit noises grow sloppier sounding the more he fucks himself into me.

"Ayye Ssshhh-. Oh fuck!"

I cry out for him as he drives himself deep inside me touching my cervix and making me scream his name with every tender blow.

"Goood fucking girl" he hisses through clenched teeth gripping my ass keeping me where he wants me so he can fill me completely.

"Ahhh Shota, it's too much I'm gonna cum.." I cry out to him not wanting it to be over. I wasn't ready but it feels too good, I'm gonna come if he doesn't stop.

"Not yet" he growls "Not fucking yet"

He swells inside me as I near the edge, he grunts like a beast as he fucks me harder and the belts tighten around my neck. I falter under the pressure, dizzied with arousal and lost in the elation. My scream comes out as a rasp when his girth clips my g spot over and over and I can't help myself, and I cum hard on his stiff dick.

As I lay there wailing in pleasure he slaps my ass hard making he clench down on him tight keeping his thick head from pulling back out.

"Fuck" he sighs as he twitches with his release.

"You were supposed to wait for me baby" he leans over me gasping for breath. O roll to my side and he lies next to me.

"Guess I've got to teach you don't I?" he says just before kissing my lips and releasing all of the tethers from my body. I sigh as he massages over the slight bruising around my wrists.

"Sorry, it was feeling too good."

"It's ok, I'm going to have fun teaching you. But you did well just now. Now more hiding. Ok?" he presses a small sweet kiss to my temple before pulling a blanket over me and holding me in his arms.

"Yes, Shota."

[crepe-of-wrath]

Scarf Smut Saturday Snips

Notes/tags/warnings: 18+; fem reader; scarf use for restraints; dom vibes with Aizawa; slightly bratty vibes with Reader

Shouta was comfortably sat in his chair, looking at you with wolfish hunger as you stripped down to your lacy black bra and panties. He hummed in appreciation at your body and patted his knee.

"Come here, sweetheart. Be a good girl and sit in my lap so we can relax."

You started sauntering over slowly, hoping to goad him into using his scarf. It wasn't hard; it turned out that your once reticent and seemingly disinterested boyfriend actually had no patience, at least when it came to this. It wasn't long before his scarf was curling around your waist. Shouta tugged hard and, although you tried to resist to prolong the game, he was far too strong.

When you were within arm's reach, Shouta leaned forward--and you knew you'd be paying for making him do that later--to snatch you into his lap. He maneuvered the scarf so that parts of it wrapped around your legs like a ribbon, anchoring you to the chair and to him.

He placed a finger under your chin and brought his lips to yours. But, instead of kissing you, he quietly said, "You didn't come here fast enough for my liking, baby."

He jerked his hips up a couple of times; the pressure and little pulses of pleasure made you arch your back and shoulders as you moaned. When he stilled, you let out a plaintive little whimper.

"Oh? You want something, honey?" Shouta asked. "See, I would have thought that if you wanted something from me, you would have been a good girl, but you were naughty, weren't you?"

You put your finger to your lips and tilted your head, knowing that you were being a brat, but at least you were trying to be a cute brat.

If Shouta was rattled by this, his face didn't show it. With lightning speed, he reached up and snatched your hand away from your face and, before you knew what was happening, both of your wrists were bound, and your arms were looped around his neck.

Shouta started playing with the buttons of his dress shirt with one hand and gently ghosting over your bare skin, occasionally tickling you and playing like he was going to take off your lingerie with the other. You bucked against the restraints on your legs and kept on trying to free your hands so you could touch his beautiful chest.

"Oh, you like what you see, sweetie?"

You nodded.

He moved both his hands to your hips and started moving you, working you up even more, and showing you just how he wanted you to writhe and grind on him.

Again, he suddenly stopped, depriving you of sensation, but before you could even whine, he pulled you into him and growled one command into your ear:

"Better show me you can finish that little lap dance, baby. Naughty girls have to work before they get fucked."

[coltrainbat]

Request if possible. Eating out/ Banging in kitchen.

Cookie

A/N: Enjoy 💕☘️

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, daddy kink, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, rough sex, orgasm, P in V

Disclaimer: All characters and events written, even those based on real people are entirely fictional and are no representation or comment of said characters in real life.

“Stop stop stop!” 

“What? you said add flour!” 

“I said add a cup not the whole container.” 

“Oooh shit sorry baby.” He smiled at you sheepishly, flour now covering the counter and Chris’s shirt and hands. 

“Gosh now I’m all dirty.” He said in a sarcastic annoyance. He pulled his shirt up over his head, revealing his intricate tattoos all over his torso. He sighed as he ripped his shirt off, throwing it across the counter. 

You leaned against the counter, arms crossed, drinking in the sight of him but trying to resist his clear attempt at turning you on. “We are making cookies Christopher.” 

“They’re not going anywhere.” He closed the space between you, mouth going to your shoulder and trailing up to your jaw with sloppy kisses “I can name something that would taste much sweeter.” Blush rose to your cheeks as he pulled your arms apart and placed them on his shoulders, eager for you to hold him close.

His hands went down to your waist, inching under your ass, squeezing as his pulled you on top of the counter.

“Let’s make this more even shall we.” He slipped your knit dress off your body, your tits bounced free with the final pull of the fabric over your head. 

“Tsk tsk no panties, naughty girl.” Chris crouched down in front of you placing soft kisses on your thighs, forcing your legs open by your knees.

Immediately sliding his tongue up and down your slit. 

“Chris baby don’t tease.” You begged 

“As you wish cookie.” He smirked up at you

His beard tickled your inner thighs as his tongue explored the hole within your folds. Sucking lightly with his lips on your swollen clit. He lapped up the juices of arousal flowing out of you, slurping them up and spitting them back, getting you wet and excited. Your hand fell to his head, pushing him closer to your core as you moaned his name, in a singular motion he moved you closer to the edge. Replacing his tongue with his fingers, moving himself up to be level with you. 

His fingers thrusted inside of you vigorously.

“Open your eyes baby” he cooed. Your mouth latched onto him as he swallowed your moans, warm liquid shot onto his hands and fell to the floor with a splash as you squirted in ecstasy, eyes bulging and your mouth agape, holding onto Chris’s shoulders for support as your body threatens to fall back in pleasure.

“I got you baby, good girl, cum on my fingers baby, God… that’s so hot baby.” He slowed down the motion of his fingers, pulling out slowly.

“You ready or you need a minute baby?” Chris looked at your eyes, care across his face. 

“I want you now.” You pulled his mouth onto yours by his chin

He chuckled into your kiss, loving your eagerness.

He pulled down his sweats, pumping himself a little as he positioned his rock hard cock at your entrance.

You watched as the veins in his hands flexed, resting your forehead on his as you both watched the repetitive motion. You bit your bottom lip in anticipation of his girth.

He ran it tauntingly between your folds, you groaned at the sudden touch on your sensitive clit. 

“Beg for it.” His eyes darkened as he purred at you.

“Please baby, I need it.”

“What do you need sweetheart, use your words.”

“Daddy’s cock in me.”

“Hmmm good girl.” With that he slipped his whole size into you. You gasped at the sudden contact as his tip brushed your cervix. 

He stayed there for a moment, letting you adjust to his size before he started to move agonisingly slow, in and out, this time avoiding going too far before he met your gspot.

“Chris please fuck me baby.” 

“Because you asked so nicely.” He pushed you back slightly, you laid your back on the cool marble tiles as Chris pulled your legs up over his shoulders, exposing you both to a whole new angle. His fingers bruising into your fleshy thighs, holding you steady as he aggressively thrusted in and out. You were a moaning mess of “yes” and “don’t stop” as Chris grunted with every harsh thrust against your core. The quick pace put constant friction against your sensitive core, not allowing it a moment that wasn’t free from intense pleasure. 

“Oh god baby I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too don’t stop.” You cried.

He pulled you back up closer to him, wanting your hot skin against his chest, as your hard nipples pressed against his pecks, your tits bouncing up and down vigorously with the sudden thrusts. 

 Your nails digged into his back, scratching red lines into his skin. You grabbed onto his ass to pull him in closer, wanting him to release deeply into you.

With a final thrust, you both cum in unison. Panting as you caught your breathe after the intense session of passionate lovemaking. 

You threw your head back with a deep sigh

“God, now I really want a cookie.” You looked at Chris, exhausted, puppy dog eyes staring at his content smirk. 

Chris roared with laughter

“Fuck it I’ll buy you whatever cookies you want just come shower with me.” As he lifted you up towards the bathroom. 

[mah-t-wordblog]

Tanjiro's attempt to use underhand tactics on Giyu during training, results in 'stern' ticklish consequences.

Ler Giyu

Lee Tanjiro

I'm sorry for making you wait, I took a little break but I'm back!! I hope you like it 💛💛

You Thought You Could?

Lee: Tanjiro Kamado

Ler: Giyu Tomioka

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Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Giyu and Tanjiro were fighting, it was part of their training

Despite Tanjiro's efforts, he was unable to attack Giyu, the hashira's defense was spectacular

“Argh” Tanjiro exclaimed when Giyu beat him once again

"Let's go again?"

"Yes"

They fought again, Tanjiro was always a bit of a joker and as he was already intimate enough with the hashira, he decided to cheat.

When Giyu got close to Tanjiro to attack him, the boy threw himself on the ground and dodged the hashira's sword, taking advantage and squeezing the man's knee, since he was in front of him.

Giyu fell to the ground on his knees and laughed, dropping his sword.

Tanjiro quickly stood up and celebrated “I won! I won! I managed to win!” Tanjiro looked at the other “Sir?”

Tomioka stood up, with no expression on his face.

"Sir? I- I'm sorry-“

“You better run” the hashira warned

Tanjiro was surprised and simply ran away.

As the swordsman looked back he saw the hashira a few meters away from him, Tanjiro saw that the butterfly mansion was close by and ran towards it.

The place seemed empty, the boy lost the hashira for a moment, throwing himself into an empty room to try to hide, Tanjiro went under the bed in an attempt to keep Giyu from seeing him.

Tomioka slowly entered the room and closed the door, Tanjiro was scared

“Did you really think you would run away from me?”

The man approached the bed, Tanjiro's heart palpitated

Without the boy imagining what would happen next, Giyu simply grabbed one of the boy's legs under the bed and sat on top of it, taking the boy's shoe off to tickle him.

“Nohohohohoho!” Tanjiro asked

“Did you think you would win?”

Hashira laughed

The boy couldn't even resist, he simply started laughing and shaking under the bed, trying to free himself from Hashira's hands.

Giyu smiled as he saw the boy try to get rid of him, he put more agility in his hand that attacked Tanjiro

“Cheater”

“Sohohohorry!”

Tanjiro hit his head on the bed but didn't feel any pain, which made Hashira let out a low laugh.

Tanjiro somehow managed to get out from under the bed and push Tomioka's back to try to free his trapped leg, the hashira let go

The boy quickly got up to try to escape, but Giyu grabbed his clothes.

“But are you already leaving? We haven’t finished our fight yet.”

Giyu threw him on the bed and sat on one of the boy's arms and held the other, leaving one hand free so he could attack the boy's entire free side.

“GIHIHIHIYU I’LL GEHEHET YOHOHOU BAHAHACK” Tanjiro threatened, Giyu smiled

“Are you?” He moved his hand to the boy’s armpit, making him laugh a lot more “take it back”

“NOHOHOHOHO”

“How do you intend to attack a hashira? Do you think you can take me down?” Giyu made Tanjiro laugh more

“OH COHOHOHOURSE”

“You want this to continue don’t you kid?”

Tanjiro didn't respond, but Giyu smiled.

“Let’s see if you really like this”

Giyu let go of the boy's arm but there wasn't even time for Tanjiro to react or defend himself, Tomioka stuck all 10 fingers of his hands into the boy's body and finished him off.

Tanjiro arched his back and screamed

“You still dare to say that you can take me down?”

“I ALREHEHEADHY DIHIHID ONCEHEHEHEHE”

Giyu pretended to be offended “now I’m going to kill you”

Hashira put his hands under the boy's shirt to make him suffer even more

At this point Tanjiro couldn't even speak anymore, tears formed in his eyes

“You have reached your limit”

Giyu dumped him

“Still think you can take down a hashira?”

Tanjiro shook his head saying no and smiling

“Whenever you try, you will end up in this situation”

Giyu poked Tanjiro making him laugh and got up to leave

Tanjiro followed him

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Thanks for reading 💛💛

[doryyaaa]

Lee Chaolan x reader

Lee playfully sparring with his girlfriend save me... Save me Lee playfully sparring with his gf...

(Translation lol may I please request a Lee x reader where they playfully spar with each other? Lots of distracting one another, kiss and tickle attacks allowed, all bets off to who can doll out the most affectionate under the guise of sparring. And of course you may ignore or follow whatever directions you like most)

In hindsight, you should’ve known something was up when Lee suddenly asked to spar in the living room, the furniture pushes far to the sides. He’d been restless for a time, brimming with anxious energy, a mad scientist waiting to conduct his next experiment, or simply like a house cat needing extra enrichment. Regardless, you only wished to help loosen him up. Blow off some steam, kick the tension from his body and work on your own skills too.

“Come, my darling! Give it your best shot!” Lee strips his shirt with a flourish, leaving only his pants and leather boots on. He’d been running drills by himself for a while, and a thin layer of sweat glistens over his sculpted chest. He smiles devilishly and raises a beckoning finger to you.

“You asked for it.”

So you come at him with all you’ve got. You land hits one after the other and easily get him into a leg lock.

“It’s my victory!” You cackle.

But then, Lee brushes his fingertips over your ribs in a vicious tickle attack. You end up rolling over the carpet, yelling.

“That’s cheating!”

“My apologies.” Lee chortles. “I just couldn’t resist,” he says, winking once. You try your absolute best to keep a serious face.

Round two. For real, this time. Lee even swears he’ll take it seriously, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously at his smoldering gaze and that stupid, cute smile of his. A short exchange of blows later, and Lee catches you off guard with a leg sweep. You brace yourself to hit the ground, but instead, Lee swoops in fast to hold you in a surprise princess dip.

“Whoops! It seems I’ve swept you off your feet, once again. Whatever shall we do?” Lee chuckles.

If it weren’t for his strong arms locking you in place, you would have pummeled him to the ground. Or planted a kiss on his silly face. Either way, you badly needed a win, and two can play that game.

For the final round, you follow his lead earlier and remove your shirt, entering your fight stance in only your bra and pants, which apparently means fucking business to Lee. He finally drops the goofy smile. You don’t miss the way his eyes rake over your body. You swear you’ll get him on his knees and turn him into a sputtering mess.

Not a minute into the round, Lee yelps and clutches his shin. You didn’t even hit him that hard. Did he pull a muscle? Impossible. Lee can be dramatic, but you can see his move from miles away.

“Are you okay?” You step in close. When he does his leg sweep this time, you’re fully prepared to counter.

Lee squawks in surprise. You counter, flip him on his back then straddle him on the ground for an easy victory.

Despite his loss, Lee smiles wide and happily. “Oh, my sweet darling, you’ve completely beaten me now,” he says.

“You weren’t too bad yourself, you big flirt.”

“But of course! Flirting is what I do best.”

You can’t say you disagree—not when Lee pulls you down for a passionate kiss, and leaves you out of breath without even needing to spar for another round.